#you are going to single handed lay pick apart my story LMAO

[bitterkarmaa]

HEY HEY HEY!!

I was re-reading the Christmas oneshot again AND I NOTICED A LIL DETAIL! The part where Eclipse reveals his gift to Sun is a little flying ball that he suggests be used to keep the kids distracted for hours - the way he words it makes me assume he's speaking from experience here rather than a wild guess

WHICH given the lore hints that he used to work with kids, and the Big Incident that i'm assuming is connected to The Room and his overall dislike of kids in general makes me think that it is a strong possibility that he still retains that experience from before - fitting too considering he is now a dad for the hemogoblin duo ghdjkfg

Eclipse: I hate kids Bloodmoon: *calls him dad* Eclipse: I love my kids

FRANTICALLY POINTS SOMEONE NOTICED SOMEONE NOTICED SOMEONE RAGHHHH

Just going to say it here: yes, Eclipse did work with kids in the past, and he was actually quite good at it! He was well liked by all the parents because of how empathetic he was, and he even offered to babysit for free sometimes since he enjoyed the kids and he understood money could be tight at times 🥺

He defiantly still remembers his training and experience that he gained during that time!! Honestly, if he was given enough time to calm down in the presence of kids again, he would most likely fall back into old habits and start caring for them again JSJAOAKSJSK The Incident really ruined a lot of his perspective and drive, though, so being a father to Blood Twins is actually also helping him overcome some of trauma he sustained from The Incident :)

There is still a lot of lore to uncover (The Room) but I’m honestly so happy that ya’ll seem to enjoy the backstory I’ve given Eclipse. The fact that you (Bloo) went back and looked into the smaller details makes me so happy <3 GAH big smile on my face rn

[lunarticxenia]

Moon Signs Pt. 1

My take on moon signs based off people I know! Now personally, I tend to have more strong opinions on my favorite moon signs than favorite sun signs. I feel like moon signs really indicate more about a person’s personality than their sun sign, imo. It does rule emotions and behavior after all. With sun signs I struggle with picking favorites because I do genuinely have people I like of every zodiac sign. I just go by the number of people I like from each zodiac sign. Anyhoo, here’s my view on each moon sign! 

Note: These are p long bc I have such strong thoughts on moon signs so I’m splitting it into two parts. :) 

🍂 Aries Moon: Ahhh, my moon sign. I won’t be biased though, I promise. So Aries moons based off other people I know is that we low-key got anger issues LMAO. Every single Aries moon I’ve met besides myself has anger issues, with the exception of one person and she still gets irritated easily. Aries Moons are also extremely sensitive, and they tend to be overlooked for that since they’re fire signs. I’ve found that a lot of what they get angry about has to do with their feelings, if they feel they’ve been wronged this really can make them angry as they are super sensitive. They also get angry when they feel like people aren’t listening to them, as they take this very personally. I’ve also noticed that Aries moons are EXTREMELY honest, they will tell it how it is and they are extremely blunt. They don’t like to beat around the bush, and they are very direct with how they feel about something. Aries moons are also extremely passionate and spontaneous especially in relationships; they’re the ones who wanna kiss in the rain and ride horses into the sunset, that is if you can get them to settle down with you LMAO. Nah all jokes, they’re picky about who they want, but once they really fall for someone it’s very hard for them to let go. They’re also so competitive, they will play dirty. My grandpa used to let me win in checkers as a kid, my dad (who’s an Aries moon) NEVER let me win. He said me losing would help build character LMFAO. He just didn’t wanna lose.They also have strong personalities and can be SUPER impulsive. Also, if they wanna do something, they WILL do it. No one is gonna stop them. If they wanna go somewhere at 3am, they’re doing it. Sorry. You can’t stop them. LMAO. Aries moons also love to be in touch with their inner child, my dad is an Aries moon and bought himself an arcade machine out of nowhere LMAO. I also like to collect shells and watch Disney movies to remind me of my childhood. They also tend to change their views and opinions on things a lot, and mind you they have intense emotions about these things. So it can be hard to keep up w them. 

🍂 Taurus Moon: Taurus moons are just so calm, it’s scary LMAO. I know a few of them, and even if they’re anxious about something you can never tell. They always have this calm demeanor and just seem so unbothered by everything. Taurus moons also LOVE money and the finer things in life. The male Taurus moons I know work a lot just so they can have a lot of money. One of them literally said to me “Money talks” after explaining to me why they work 7 days a week, 12 hours a day doing two jobs. The crazy thing is, despite doing all that extra work, he just seemed so unbothered about it LMAO. The female Taurus moons I know tend to love really expensive clothes and dressing up. This Taurus moon I work with has such nice clothes and always dresses like she’s on a Vogue cover. Like I said, Taurus moons LOVE money and the finer things in life like expensive clothes. If they aren’t the types to dress up or be workaholics, they desire comfort. They would rather lay in bed and take hot bathes than be bothered to do all that extra stuff. They also might like to eat out at expensive restaurants, and are “foodies”. They also might be big lovers of music and have lots of different music tastes. Also, Taurus moons? STUBBORN. Good luck trying to get them to change their mind on something. Also, despite them wanting all the luxuries and comfort of life, they are SUPER grounded. They do not live in a dream world, they see life for what it is, and prefer to be on the ground than have their heads in the clouds. Also, Taurus moons, I’m sorry, but y’all can be lazy. I work with three of them, and they can be lazy. They will not do more than the bare minimum. Also, their anger is low-key scary. Especially since it can come out of nowhere since they’re calm all the time, you never know when they’re angry and if you catch them at the wrong time... well, rip. They also tend to be introverted- even if they’re social, you will not know anything about them unless you’re besties with them or related to them. Doesn’t matter how well you know them, they don’t air their dirty laundry and keep their private life private. Also one last thing, omg these people sing all the time. They love singing to themselves, every single one I’ve met does that LMAO. Anyway, love my Taurus moons. 

🍂 Gemini Moon: Gemini moons love to make people laugh LMAO and love to just sit down and have good talks with people. Their minds NEVER stop working. Good luck trying to get them to stop talking once they know you. They can and will talk about anything for hours. Now, I do admire that, but sometimes I just wanna relax and they won’t stop talking to me LMFAO. My dad’s girlfriend is a Gemini moon and at family gatherings she loves to dance around and try to get everyone else to dance. I find that Gemini moons are very active and love to move around, and try to get everyone to have fun. Definitely the life of the party. They’re super amusing and also love to tell jokes and funny stories. Now not all of them are extroverts especially if they have an earth sun sign. So that is something to consider. My cousin is a Gemini moon and tends to be more introverted, however, once she’s comfortable around someone and knows someone she’s super goofy and loves to make people laugh. Gemini moons also love to learn, they’re always teaching themselves about something. My cousin who’s a Gemini moon just randomly started teaching herself how to do sign language (she’s good at it also)! These people are also SUPER adaptable, they can get along with any kind of personality and can adapt to any situation. I’ve also noticed that they love to playfully roast people and annoy them LMAO. I have noticed that they struggle with reading the room, they tend to just continue to annoy someone and can take it too far, which can get kind of annoying. They’re also extremely curious and are always asking questions. They love to ask random questions without any context. It’s a quirk a lot of them have. Trying to tell a story to them can be frustrating because if you mention certain terms they’ll ask you what they mean LMFAO. My dad was telling a story about how he used surfing to explain physics concepts in class and his girlfriend asked what the concepts were and what they mean. Also, they’re really good at giving advice. These people would make great psychologists imo. This girl I used to talk to (who’s a Gemini moon) actually is becoming a psychologist, so there you go LMAO. 

🍂Cancer Moon: Oh Cancer moons...you guys are so sensitive. They feel everything and anything. I haven’t met a Cancer moon that isn’t an empath. They are extremely good at reading other people and sensing their motives. My mother is a Cancer moon, and she’s always been able to tell who’s toxic in my life. She doesn’t even have to meet them either, just based off of stories I tell her, she can pick it up right away. Now, everyone always says Cancer moons are super close with their family and that’s definitely not always the case. The Cancer moons I’ve met have actually had a lot of problems with their family. Now the thing that I’ve noticed with these placements is that despite how toxic their family is, they always stick by them. Even if they’re not close. So I wouldn’t say they’re all super close with their families, but they always stick up for them, which can be an issue if their family is toxic. Also, Cancer moons, SUPER MOODY. I’m sorry but like I’m a Cancer sun and they’re ten times more moody than I am LMFAO. I’ve always said they act more like the stereotypical Cancer than Cancer suns. Also, this is a super underrated placement for humor. Every Cancer moon I’ve met has been super funny. Also, a super underrated placement for anger issues. Everyone says oh yeah Aries moons have anger issues, like yes, BUT HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN CANCER MOON ANGER?! Y’all Taylor Swift is a Cancer moon and wrote a whole album about how fed up she was about the media mistreating her and the whole Kimye thing (rightfully so) but y’all see my point. They can and will fight you. They also tend to be introverted, even if they’re social, (which I rarely see), they would much rather keep to themselves. I’ve also noticed that they’re very nostalgic a lot. My Cancer moon ex used to just randomly go through childhood photos and would show them to me. They’re also EXTREMELY protective over people they love, they will KILL for the people they love. They also love to talk about their dream homes and interior decorating a lot? My Cancer moon ex was OBSESSED with coming up with his dream house and would literally draw out diagrams for me to see. My mother too, she wants to redecorate her apartment and was showing me all the potential furniture that was gonna be put in. Oh Cancer moons, LMAO. 

🍂 Leo Moon: Oh Leo moons. You guys can be so dramatic LMAO. Every Leo moon I’ve met is so dramatic; these are the types of people who get up and move around when telling a story and also do dramatic hand gestures. These are the types of people who post a black screen in middle school on Snapchat saying “Don’t hmu.” LMAO. My Leo moon friend gets so mad when I make that joke, but it’s so true. These people are also naturally super creative, the Leo moons I know love to decorate and draw. Even if they don’t do any outright creative hobbies, they have a creative streak to them. It’s weird though because despite them being very dramatic when it comes to them being angry, they struggle with expressing their personal problems to other people. (This however can be changed with other placements, but I’ve found this to be true in many cases). They don’t want people to think that they’re weak, so they put up a tough front to hide that they’re hurting. Also, Leo moons, are indeed the hype friends. My Leo moon friends gas up my Instagram posts so much. They’re also extremely loyal and don’t like to leave people out, they hate that kind of shit. They’re also extremely accepting of others, my Leo moon friend was the first person I came out to, and they accepted me right away. They also love to take pictures of EVERYTHING. Like when you go out with them, they will make you wait before eating your food so they can take video of your food together LMAO. They love to capture every moment, I personally find it very endearing. Also, a lot of people say Leo moons are super cocky. I don’t find this to be true. They can come off that way, but I’ve found they tend to actually be pretty insecure and they try to hide it by coming off as confident. I feel like Leo moons tend to put on a show a lot to hide how they truly feel, which makes it hard to get to know them. It makes me sad because they truly are such kind hearted people and all they want is to feel validation. I also found that they love to go above and beyond to make sure everyone else is happy and tend to put themselves last. I wish y’all didn’t do that, you deserve to be happy too. ;( 

🍂 Virgo Moon: Workaholics. That’s how I’m starting this LMAO. My friend is a Virgo moon and works her ass off. She goes above and beyond in school for starters. For this anatomy course we had together, she sent me a whole diagram she made of the human brain on Notability and it was so intricately made. She also works her ass off at her job and takes care of her siblings. I feel like this falls into Virgo placements putting others before themselves. Virgo moons are definitely the types to be like this. They want to make everyone happy and they want to feel useful so they do all these extra things to feel that way. Virgo moons are also super smart, and have the best study methods. Low-key jealous. They have this incredible drive and are always on top of things and have a routine. Also Virgo moons LOVE animals. My friend who’s a Virgo moon, works at a dog sitting business and has 6 pets at home. They LOVE animals. They also like honesty and bluntness; they will provide you with that as well. They don’t like beating around the bush or lying to make other people feel better. You wanna know if you look bad in a dress? Ask a Virgo moon, LMFAO. I’ve also found that they struggle with wanting to be perfect all the time, and struggle with anxiety. As I said, they want to be the best at everything, and this can be a big source of anxiety for them. These people also find themselves attracting people who they want to “fix”. They also give amazing advice and are super reliable. Also, last minute plans? They HATE them. Want a Virgo moon to hate you? Try making spontaneous plans with them LMAO. Virgo moons also have great memories; they’ll remember every little detail about you. Also Virgo moons are the types to take charge in a group project and run the whole thing because they don’t trust anyone. Virgo moons also always appear to be calm and collected, even though many of them frequently deal with anxiety a lot. Also, they’re low-key underrated for humor. They have a very dry and self-deprecating sense of humor LMAO. They also go above and beyond in relationships because they enjoy seeing the people they love being happy. 

Anyhoo, this wraps up part one!  Also these are just my opinions, so don’t get offended I tried to praise and drag all of them equally <3 

Part 2 here. 

[peculiarpatches]

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙭 𝙁!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮

       This is my first time writing  a Dom&Sub GXG so please be nice to me. This involves smut. Dominate Harley, submissive reader. Slapping, spanking, dirty talk, oral, fingering. I just watched Birds of Prey and thought of this halfway through, so, lmao. I hope yall like it. And remember, feedback is appreciated so please give a ‘like’ and or reblog. It’d mean the world to me. Also, if you have any suggestions, just message me and I might write them! :) lots of love. xx

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Harley was trying, damn it. Give her some credit, cut her some slack.  Try as she may, the anger and jealousy only continued to bubble up, no matter how hard she tried to swallow it down, it kept rising in the back of her throat, eager to come out and explode everywhere. That and it might be a bit of bile, too.... as gross as that may be, more than likely, yeah, it was a mixture of both. 

Harley had been drinking a lot of liquor as if the clear substance poured in the small glass shots were water rather than vodka. 

 Harley bit on her bottom lip so hard she could taste blood on the tip of her tongue. So, she continues. 

 Continues to drink until she feels every other emotion besides the bitterness feeling she was getting as she watched her best friend, (Y/N) on the dance floor.  (Y/N) and Harley were like two peas in a pod, inseparable those gals were. You'd never see Harley without (Y/N) by her side, the same way with (Y/N). They were attached  to each other like glue. 

Expect of course, right now, they were not. Harley sat, sulking, at one of the back booths of the club, eight empty glasses pushed aside, her hands holding up her face as she pouts and huffs to nobody other than herself.   

"I came here to have fun with her, not her to have fun without me," Harley whined, the pout on her face only growing bigger. Groaning, she facepalms  and shook her head from side to side, feeling frustrated tears starting to build in the corner of her eyes but she blinks them away before they could reveal themselves.  

 Her head snaps forward, so fast she swears she gets whiplash, when she hears (Y/N)'s laughter fill the air. Her laugh always caused goose bumps to bite at her skin and a chill to run up and down her back. Harley shivered as if she were cold but that was far from reality.

 In reality, Harley suddenly felt hot.  It felt as if she was on fire. 

Then she realizes, there's no use in trying to stop these feelings or try to push them away. They were bound to come out sooner or later.  (Y/N) was hers. Nobody else's.  End of story. The two have hooked up before, all of which the two were either really drunk and or had one too many pot brownies, but they have gotten together before.  

And as of right now, Harley was going to show (Y/N) just how better off she is with Harley by her side rather than some six feet muscular guy that (Y/N) was currently grinding up against. Harley growls as she stands up, trying her best not to fall as she exits out of the booth and pushes people out of the way before finding (Y/N).  "C'mon. We're leaving. Now." Harley barked, painted fingernails curling around (Y/N)'s wrist. "Well, hey there, good lookin', might I ask what you're doing, stealing away this beaut from me? If you're jealous, don't fret, love. There's more of me to go around. Sharing is caring, ain't that right, babydoll?" Harley's blood boils at the pet name he gives to (Y/N) and before she realizes it, her fist comes in contact with his face and her leg rises up as she kicks him in the groin.  "I said we're leaving." She spits.    

Taking (Y/N)'s hand, Harley drags her through the whispering crowd, half of the people laughing at how a man that tall and muscular so easily dropped to the floor with one swift movement, both from the hand and leg; others taking their phones out and snapping pictures of the scene.  Harley didn't care if people gave her glares as she walked past. Harley could care less.  She drags (Y/N) towards the back exit door, kicking it down as she then marches down to her apartment complex which wasn't even a foot away from the club. She's practically dragging (Y/N) behind her like a rag doll but she didn't care. All she cared about was showing (Y/N) who she belonged to. Once the door was open, Harley twirls around and bends forward, picking the girl up before walking inside  the small space that she called 'home'. It wasn't much but she loved it, regardless. Harley drops (Y/N) on the couch before crawling up and over her body, pinning her arms above her head.  During this whole 'meltdown' (if that's what you want to call it) (Y/N) remained quiet. As quiet as a church mouse. She didn't dare utter a single word, didn't dare say anything. She was either too drunk or too scared to speak.  "Babygirl," Harley's voice isn't soft and sweet, but sinister and cold. (Y/N)'s breath hitches and she shudders as Harley holds her face with the palm of her hand before backing her with it, earning a small gasp to spill out from (Y/N)'s lips.  

"You are in trouble, do you understand? You and your slutty fuckin' self. Who do you think you are, grinding against another man as if you want a cock when you already have a plastic one at home? Besides, is my tongue and fingers not cutting it out for you anymore, sweetheart?" Harley's  words were laced with malice and held as much venom as an Inland Taipan. 

"Don't you know who you belong to? You're mine. Always was, always will be. It's about time you realize that." Her voice is loud, booming, really, it causes (Y/N)'s ears to ring from how loud her best friend was being but all of it - the anger, the bottled up jealousy and affection exploding out of her - sent a shiver down her spine. It was also making her soaked, dripping with wetness. 

 "F-Fuck..." it's the first thing she's said all day and a bit of Harley is thankful the girl still knows how to speak, that she didn't totally scare her off with showing her dominate side.  "I'm really sorry, Harl-" "No." Harley cuts her off, pressing her fingertips to (Y/N)'s lips, smearing lipstick all over her fingers as she does so.  "You know what to call me." Harley stood up, crawling off of her best friend as she points to the couch. "Lay on your stomach, ass hanging in the air. You're getting a spanking." (Y/N) feels  warm and tingly all over and she's sure it's a combination of both being so turned on and drunk.  Either way, like a good girl, she follows orders. "Mistress..." Her voice is weak, barely above a whisper.  "I really am sorry." Her voice shook, as well as her body; every part of her was trembling and shaking. It wasn't out of fear, fuck no - she shook with nothing but excitement.    Harley shakes her head, rolling her eyes as she watches how horny - how desperate - (Y/N) was.  "Look at you, sprawled all out, legs separated, all for me to taste and to enjoy." Harley runs her hand over (Y/N)'s skirt, lifting the fabric up and touches the outside of her panties, loving the way the lace feels underneath the tips of her fingers. She was always a sucker for lace.  

Harley pulls her panties down, slowly peeling it off of her thighs and down to her ankles. Licking her lips, Harley smiles a seductive grin, her own wetness pooling inbetween her thighs.  (Y/N) was beautiful, without a doubt. 

More and more, each second of each passing day, Harley found herself falling more and more in love with the girl.  She loved everything about the girl. She could list off everything, tell all of it to (Y/N) but that'd take way too long and she felt as if time was running out and all Harley - really - wanted to do was taste (Y/N) on her tongue, in her mouth.  

Harley guides her fingers across (Y/N)'s ass, ghostly brushing along the skin before picking her hand up and slamming it down, earning a loud whimper and yelp to come from (Y/N)'s lips. "Fuck.... more, please, mistress, give me more. I've been so bad, such a naughty little thing, I deserve it. Please."    Harley grinned wickedly, giggling softly as she raises her hand again and lifts it back down. One slap followed another which followed another.  (Y/N) was begging for it and Harley fucking loved every single second of it.   "I know you deserve it because you're a slut, aren't you, princess? You're a filthy, dirty whore." Harley slams her hand onto (Y/N)'s ass again, rougher than the previous ones. 

 (Y/N) whimpers and pushes back up against Harley's hand, nodding eagerly. "Y-yes.... need to be punished. Please, punish me."  (Y/N) sobs, broken little cries falling from her mouth.  "That's just what you want, isn't it, baby?" Harley cooed, taking her hand off of (Y/N)'s bottom before reaching down and gazing her thumb over (Y/N)'s cute little clit.  

 "You want to be punished, don't you? Because you like it, right? Love it when I fuck you with a fake, plastic cock. Love the feeling of my fingers being buried deep inside your cunt. You love all of it - punishment or no punishment - because you're a fucking slut."  (Y/N)'s whines are - somehow - even louder than before and she's nodding rapidly, Harley giggles at the sight because her movements remind her of a bobblehead.  "Please," (Y/N) begged.  "Please, fuck me. Give it to me, nice and rough, just the way I like it. Show me who I belong to, Harley.... mistress, I meant... Mistress, please... I want it. I need it. I want your fingers, your tongue, anything, please." Harley knows by the sound of her voice, (Y/N) has tears in her eyes and she's willing to be fucked just by anything at this point.  "Filthy thing, you are." Harley murmurs, licking her lips before sinking to the floor. "Turn over, baby. Let's see how soaked you are."  Doing as she's told, (Y/N) rolls over and sits up, back against the cushions of the couch as she displays her pussy for Harley.  "Want Mistress to fuck you, huh? Fuck your tight little core until you're sore in the morning and can't walk without a limp? Want me to mark you up so everybody knows you're mine?"  All (Y/N) does is nod, far too flustered for words. "Say it. I want to hear you say it." Harley growled as her fingers shove their way inside (Y/N)'s eager and dripping wet cunt.  Moaning, (Y/N) nods as she throws her head back. "Mark me, Har. Make me your bitch. Fuck me like you hate me, please."   Harley smiles widely as she adds another finger, happily going to do exactly that.     "You're so tight, baby girl.... fucking dripping on my fingers." Harley cooed as she scissors her fingers back and forth, pushing and pulling, twisting and turning.  Before (Y/N) has any time to reply, or even say anything at all,  Harley's mouth is at her heat and (Y/N) groans at the sudden and unexpected gesture.  Harley hums, sending vibrations all over (Y/N)'s body. This causes her hips to jerk upward, moan after moan slipping out of her mouth. 

Harley swirls her tongue back and forth, inside and out, making sure her pussy wasn't going to go untouched. Every part of her womanhood,  she licked and sucked on.  Harley gazed up and a blush washes over her cheeks as she notices (Y/N) had already been looking down at her. 

 She was sparkling, loving the triumph at the mess she was making out of her dear and lovely best friend.  (Y/N) could feel that white and hot tension building in the pit of her stomach. Her entire body was broken out with goose bumps and she was shaking, trembling like a leaf. 

Her moans grew louder in volume, more high pitched, her nails dug into the cushion of the couch and as she closes her eyes, she's quick to reopen them due to the fact Harley had stopped what she was doing.  "Hey, I was enjoying myself-" "This is a punishment, remember, doll? Now, be a good girl and eat my pussy out. You were born to be my good pussy eater, weren't you? So, get to work. Get to pleasing me; your Mistress."  (Y/N) grunts, loving the foul language she spoke as she gets off the couch and falls to her knees, quick to put her mouth to good use.  Above her, Harley hummed in delight, slowly rocking her hips back and forth against (Y/N)'s warm and wet mouth. "There ya go... there's my good girl." Harley purred, lids fluttering close as she enjoys the way (Y/N)'s tongue feels against her clit.  

 Harley hadn't known how worked up she was until a few seconds pass and just as quickly as they started, she's spilling all her fluids and juices onto (Y/N)'s face, coating her skin with her cum.  "Fuck... 'm sorry about that, princess...... You just had me so worked up. Really, I've been thinkin about you all day. And I saw you with that guy and I just.... I got a little jealous, y'know?"  "No reason to be," (Y/N) replied, licking off the remains of Harley's orgasm off of her lips. "I was just havin' some fun. Besides, like you said, I'm yours. Always will be, always have been. Now, enough of this mushy chick flick moment, are you going to pound me and wreck me or not?"  Harley laughs and nods, taking (Y/N) up off of her feet and kisses her, not minding the taste of herself on her best friend - well, girlfriend's - lips.   "Let's go then, shall we?"  (Y/N) giggles loudly as Harley, as she had done before, lifts her up and carries her off to the bedroom.   "We're together now though, right?" "Yes, of course, dumbass."  "Just needed that confirmed."  "Of course, baby, I love you. I’m sorry I had such a hard time admitting that until today... Now, open that mouth up and let me choke you with this fake cock before I dick you down with it."

[sylvie-writes]

Bad (3): Memories We Used to Share

First inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

Summary: It’s time to move out! 6 months of getting your life sorted, along with a few surprises, some pleasant, others not so much.

A/n: My search history is looking weird, due to this series haha. I’ve been reading multiple articles about uncontested divorce just to get an understanding for this series lmao. 

Disclaimer: Just so you know, I’m not a law school graduate, so I can’t say I really know what in the hell I am talking about. With that being said, if I screw up the divorce process in this chapter and/or the next, please don’t come at me. Our law system is confusing and I’m just here to write, no one said it would be accurate lol. 

Warnings: mild profanity & your typical cheesy, predictable fanfic by yours truly. 

Shoutout: MANY THANKS TO THE ANON WHO GAVE ME SOME IDEAS TO MAKE THIS A SERIES!

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

Series Masterlist

For six months, you worked to get your life back together. 

By the end of April, a week after you yelled at your (ex) husband, you had successfully packed up your stuff, without being bothered by the man. Ever since the night you had confronted him, the two of you never stood in the same room or even looked the other in the eye. So it worked in your favor today that he was busy with his new flame, probably entertaining her with a trip to Prada. Never once did you take a break, for eight straight hours, you spent one whole Saturday organizing and strategically packing your things away. Around eight o’clock, all of the boxes were stacked by the front door, ready to be moved into the U-haul trailer attached to your car. Lucky for you, Ransom could care less about what was his and what was yours. The dog, also going home with you. In truth, ever since that day you rightfully ripped the man for his mistakes, a black cloud has loomed over his head, no matter what he may be on the outside, he’s broken on the inside. 

One more box was left in the bedroom, and you quickly jogged up the stairs to get it. Unbeknownst to you, as you were upstairs, Ransom and Blair had come home, apparently mindless to your car in the driveway, because when you walked down the stair box in hand the two pulled away from each other’s lips, staring at you.

You had made an agreement with Ransom that he’d not show up while you packed your things. He had done a good job so far, up until now that is. “Oh, (y/n), I didn’t think you’d be here this late. You should get some rest.”

His “concern” disgusted you. Now he decides to care about you? I think not.

Filled with rage, you drop the cardboard box, letting the contents inside shatter. In most divorces, there wouldn’t be this much emotion, but it hurt you beyond words can describe, to see this man that you loved with every inch of your body, kissing another woman, in YOUR house. You could even see yourself in her shoes, because damn, once upon a time, you WERE her. 

“Are you okay!” Blair came rushing to your side, to try and move you out of the shattered glass. She seemed like a genuinely nice person, and had she not been a home-wrecker, you’d want to be her friend. But at this moment, all you could think about was that she wasn’t even bothered by the fact that she’d been seeing a married man. So, just as Blair tried to help you, you pushed away her hands and collapsed on the steps, lightly sitting in the glass, yet numb to the pain. The weight of the world had finally, physically pushed you to the ground. You were at wits end, and things were looking pretty dark. At this point, you couldn’t even see the light at the end of the tunnel. What had you done to deserve this and would there be a second chance for you? 

Just then, Ransom came to remove Blair, telling her to go get ready for bed, the two clearly coming from a night of clubbing. As she ran up the stairs, mindful of the glass, Ransom came to pick you up. Grabbing your arms, you laid limp against his chest, willingly letting him carry you down the stairs. Oh how you missed his caring touch, why couldn’t things be different? It should've been you out dancing with him, you lip locked with him. Instead, here you were, letting the man who single-handedly destroy your life, carrying you to the couch, laying a blanket and a long kiss on your cheek. Consumed with emotions, sleep soon took over your body before you could protest and leave the house. Had you only heard Ransom’s apology.

“I’m so sorry my precious (y/n), it shouldn’t have been this way, my love.” A few stray tears rolled down Ransom’s cheek as he sadly sauntered up the stairs. 

Ironic, how in a house that was once yours, a new woman took your spot in the bed, besides your once husband, while you slept on the couch like a toy banned to the isle of misfits. 

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee and giggles. You were angry at yourself, no doubt, how could you be so vulnerable by staying at the house? Before you could think anymore, you walked to get your keys, finding that Blair was in the kitchen, cooking pancakes for Ransom, who sat at the kitchen table with coffee and the newspaper. You kinda screwed yourself, by leaving your car keys on the kitchen table. It was your only escape and unfortunately it meant interacting with dumb and dumber. 

The two once again forgot you were there, shocked to see your form walking through the doorway. With a fake smile, you grumbled out a few choice words.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting out of your house ya lovebirds!”

Victory at last. Your words stung Ransom, well, rather word. In another time, you’d say our house, but now, it was no longer the Drysdales’ Household, no, it was Drysdale’s Household, hence why you reminded Ransom that he was alone. Sure, Blair was there but you both knew it wouldn’t last. 

That day, when Ransom and Blair had once again left, going god knows where, Ransom texted you that you could pack your boxes into the u-haul trailer. Since you just wanted to haul ass out of the place this morning, you left the trailer and boxes behind, making a beeline to the nearest bar. So far you had handled yourself without alcohol, but now you needed some relief, specifically in a few whiskey sours. Around 3pm, Ransom then sent that text, and you sobered up, gracefully throwing up in the bathroom stall, then driving to the house to officially get out of his life. Even with a major headache, you managed to pack the trailer. It was then that you realized you were destined to function alone, you didn’t need Ransom. Screw him. 

In May, you went around town, scanning different apartments finally finding one. Unfortunately, there was a waitlist with three people in front of you, the estimated move in time being late July or August. With that being said, you moved all your things into a storage unit and continued to live in a hotel room. Thank the heavens you kept your job, despite Ransom’s pleas for you to stay home when you were married. Somehow, you were able to juggle working and functioning around others, coming home to be your true self, the night normally ending with takeout and tv. This divorce had truly ruined your life, and Ransom’s. The two of you constantly lived with the rain cloud, never once catching a break and seeing a rainbow overhead. For now, you were just separated and soon you’d file for divorce.

Around the last week of May, your life was turned upside down once again. This time, for a good reason. 

Currently, you were on lunch break, eating at a nearby diner with your closest work friend, Lorraine Bailey. She really has been your best friend, taking the title that used to belong to Ransom. At least she was loyal, understanding, and wasn’t a backstabbing bitch *ahem* your ex.

“How are you holding up, honey?”

You were too busy staring into the nothingness of your chicken sandwich, that when Lorainne gently shook your resting hand, you let out an incoherent “huh?”

“I was asking how you are doing? With everything that’s been going on in the past few months--”

Before she could answer, you just snapped, quickly yelling at the woman, who wasn’t trying to be nosy, she was genuinely concerned. 

“Could you just stop nosing around? It’s none of your business really!” 

At that, Lorraine leaned back in her seat, lowering her head like a scolded child. Honestly, you didn’t mean what you had just said and you had no clue where it came from. Lately, your mouth has been an unreliable thing, for you could barely control your answers without acting like a moody child.

Quickly, you excused yourself, lightly jogging to the bathroom to expel the few glasses of water you drank. As you washed your hands, upon looking in the mirror, you were met with a face you barely knew. Sure, you looked the same  on the outside, but on the inside you were a different person. No longer peppy or truly happy. Ransom had taken it all from you, but it was time to take that back. Walking out the bathroom door, you vowed to yourself from this point on you’d try to become your old self. 

Surprisingly, Lorraine still sat at the booth, allowing you to give her a real and sincere apology.

“Lorraine, I’m so sorry, I can’t even fathom the words to justify my actions. Lately, I haven’t been able to truly control my emotions and I took it out on you. That was wrong and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it, after all you’ve always been here for me.”

The woman smiled at you, despite the tears rolling down your face. Why were you crying and since when did you become such an emotional person? You weren’t cold hearted, but nor were you one to cry at a movie. 

“That’s fine, I know you are under a lot of pressure. What do you say we get out of here and spend the rest of break at the bakery across the street?”

“I’d say you know me very well!” 

Soon, you flagged down the waitress and paid the tab, ignoring Lorraine’s pleas to pay for lunch. It was the least you could do after yelling at the poor woman. As you left the restaurant, the guilt was still surfacing in your body and you felt the need to hug your best friend, who was happily surprised, hugging you back. 

Once in the bakery, you were met with the sight of homemade chocolates, like your dog at home, you were practically drooling. Let’s just say the baker was stunned when you bought two dozens of chocolate, and then proceeded to eat half on the way out. What was even more surprising, was that about a seventy-five percent of your order was chili dark chocolate. 

As you were walking down the street, and to work, Lorraine reached over, tasting one of your chocolates, a chili one to be exact. Her face twisted with disgust and her suspicions were confirmed. 

“Uh, (y/n), I think I might have an explanation for your constant mood swings, the amount of times you leave to the bathroom, and why you’d buy this absolute garbage!”

The minute she listed all the symptoms together, you immediately denied her. 

“Don’t even say it. I’m just moody because I’m mad, I pee a lot because, uh-”

“Exactly! Even you can’t explain all of it. Just do me a favor and buy a test. It won’t hurt anything to try.”

“Yeah, but I know you are wrong, Lorraine.”

“I mean c'mon, don’t you want to know too?”

At that moment, the two of you were halted in front of a CVS, Lorraine pointing at the store like she was Vanna White. 

Your conscience: Maybe you should listen to the woman, after all she has three kids!

And so you did.

Thank god your friend was there, because you were an absolute novice in this field. Sure, you wanted kids, but right now you were praying that you were just having an irregular cycle due to stress. Lorraine, the best, best friend anyone could ask for, bought the test to spare you the embarrassment. 

The minute you walked into work, Lorraine pulled you into the bathroom, giving you instructions, you following them, then waiting for the timer to beep.

Any minute now you’d find your results, and for some reason part of you wanted this test to be positive. It would be nice to have a little company.

Once the timer beeped, you looked at the plastic stick that held your future, immediately smiling when your answer was pregnant.

You were pregnant!

But the father...

Unlike Ransom, you weren’t unfaithful and unfortunately, the father was no doubt him. Of course, the one time that asshole sleeps with you, he got you pregnant. And to think at the time, he didn’t even really love you just enraged you even more. It was gonna be a while till you got over this. 

So the rest of the day you were thrilled, and it was a lot easier to stick to your vows from earlier. Your mood was noticeably different to many of your coworkers, smiles all around. The old (y/n) was slowly reappearing. 

June through July, you spent your days, working and when not working, taking advice on a baby from Lorraine, even visiting her doctor who she so highly recommended. Fortunately, the doctor didn’t prod around in your life and was absolutely judge-free about your situation. You couldn't have been more grateful. 

In early July, you reached the second trimester, where the slightest bump formed on your stomach. Now it wasn’t noticeable to everyone, but to you, just the slightest site made your lips turn upward into a smile. Motherhood was the best thing to happen to you. And to make matters even better, your baby was going to be a Christmas baby, making his or her appearance at the end of December! 

Telling Ransom was gonna be a whole other story.

Finally, August 3rd came around, and the apartment complex office called, an opening for you. Lease signed, you shelled out your first payment and soon moved in, once again alone. It had been months since you’d heard from Ransom and honestly it was nice. 

The month of August flew by, and soon September came. Time passed by with flying colors and your mood had improved a bit, the baby in your stomach making life worth living. On the last Friday of September, your work friends decided that they all needed to go out, inviting you the first weekend of October to go ice-skating and out for dinner! It was time you treated yourself to something nice, so you giddily agreed. What could go wrong? 

That Friday, after work, Lorraine came to pick you up, the two of you going to meet the rest at the ice skating rink. Being 26 weeks pregnant, your stomach had finally started showing, allowing your coworkers to start nagging you. Last they had all heard, you were divorced. So when they asked, you kept your lips shut, it really wasn’t any of their business. The only one who knew was Lorraine, but she wasn’t a gossiper.

Arriving at the ice rink, the cold Massachusetts air was blowing, making you zip up your trench coat ever the slightest. Unfortunately, the wind wasn’t the only thing making your blood run cold. 

Most of your coworkers were out on the ice, Lorraine going out too, you told her you’d be out soon. It was nice to watch the skaters enjoy their time on the ice till you saw him. 

The familiar tan suede coat made your face lose all warmth, your own jacket no longer keeping you warm. Beside the laughing man, was the one and only, Blair, except this time a new accessory on her finger. A diamond ring you could see all the way from your table along the side of the rink. His laughter made you sick, and at this point you wanted to throw up the hot cocoa you had been sipping on. 

At the moment, you and Ransom were in the middle of divorce, thank the heavens an uncontested one, having been able to work many things out with your ex. This meant, zero court hearings (hopefully), a thin expense, and overall a clean divorce. Then, you had hired a paralegal to work on the legal papers and currently the two of you were waiting to see the judge to finalize the divorce, the approximate date set around the second week of November. 

Feeling suddenly insecure, and definitely not ready to tell Ransom, you pulled the large trench coat across your chest and secured it with the belt around the waist. The minute you looked at them, all the memories came flooding back. One specifically hitting you at this moment.

“Ransom, I’m gonna fall! You know I’m a klutz.”

Your husband just persisted and instead slipped on your ice skates, tying them up and resting his warm hands on your knees.

“Honey, I will be right beside you the whole time, and by the end of this, you’ll be a pro!”

His reassuring smile was all you needed, nodding, you placed your gloved hands in Ransom’s bare ones, trying to waddle your way to the rink entrance. First, Ransom skated onto the ice, turning and holding his hand out for you. The minute your feet made contact with the icy ground beneath, you fell straight to the ground, Ransom reached out to grab you, although he ended up going down with you. You looked at Ransom who wore an entertained smile on his face, laughing. Playfully, you slapped the man on the shoulder. 

“My failure isn’t funny!”

Ransom tried his best to cease his laughter, getting off the ice to help you up, although he was still chuckling the slightest bit. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” 

Once on your feet, Ransom locked arms with you, trying his best to balance you both, while also coaching you. 

At some point through the night, the fake snow was fluttering in the air, along with tunes of piano and jazz. You had finally gotten the hang of things somewhat, yet still latched close to Ransom. The man on your side, leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“I give you my word that every year I’ll bring you to this exact rink, just to teach you how to skate, darling.”

If only that same Ransom was the one you were staring at right now. 

But overall, looking back, memories like those, with him, are the ones you miss.

Why did he have to change?

“(y/n)?”

A tap on your shoulder, made you pop up from your seat to be met with the stare of that same man. He slowly gave you a once-over, making you slightly worry that he’d notice the baby bump.

He didn’t. 

“Ransom.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Drysdale.” 

Clearly, Ransom was trying to give you an olive branch, but at the moment, you just weren’t accepting it.

“I asked you first, (y/l/n).”

“Work.”

Your voice was monotone and Ransom gave a slight hum of acknowledgment. 

“Nice. Well uh- it was nice seeing you.”

Nervously, Ransom waved you goodbye, heading back to Blair who was removing her ice skates. You took notice how she was struggling and Ransom wasn’t down on his knees helping her as he did you. It did your ego good to see that your husband hadn’t completely replaced you. There was a difference between you and Blair. Ransom actually loved you, like the “die for you” kind of love. While Blair, on the other hand, was honestly there to fill the whole in his heart. 

It did intrigue you though as to why Ransom wasn’t being an arrogant jerk to you, yet he was being humble? None of it added up, but before you could do any more mental acrobatics, Lorraine came over, asking you to come ice skate, to which you smiled and put on your skates. 

Tonight was about you, not him. 

Something you hadn’t said in a long time.

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no sweetness | preview

☇ “It’s funny because you remind me exactly of this drink I made last night. Yeah, yeah, it was the black tea with boba. Bitter, with tiny balls.” 

➣  pairing: reader x jungkook

➣  genre: fluff, comedy, bobarista!reader, lacrosseplayer!jungkook, e2l!au lmaosooo 

➣  word count: 2.1k

➣  a/n: just poppin’ in here as your reminder to support small businesses and also if anyone would like to make my design title header graphic thing for this story, that’d be greatly appreciated bc i’m lazy lmao 

➣  summary: jungkook has a thing for pretty girls who work with tiny balls, especially the new fiery bobarista at his favorite boba shop, whom he finds absolutely adorable, but finds out later that she’s just as sweet as she made his milk tea order— not sweet. 

Jeon Jungkook is absolutely whipped as cream.

Why, you may ask?

His favorite boba shop at the very edge of the outskirt of town hired a new bobarista, and her name—supposedly— being ___. Jungkook made it a mental note to ask for it when he goes into Pleasantea with his friends, but word goes around and it out of the many words there are in the world, it's her name that catches his ear.

It is no doubt that Jeon Jungkook comes off as a flirt to every living species he encounters, but seeing that the new bobarista wasn't as happily taking it in as most people would, he was shocked that someone didn't have much interest into him. Sure, call him egotistical, but he was captain of the lacrosse team and he was pretty damn good at almost— well, everything.

The first time he goes into Pleasantea after hearing the news of a new duckling in training was after another win that Friday night. He's there with his group of friends, raiding the popular boba place with cheers while greeting the familiar workers behind the bar.

On Friday nights, it's Luna, Dahlia, and Jihyo working the closing shift, making the drinks and providing impeccable service, especially to the rowdy group of college students that come in almost every Friday to hangout or just to celebrate. Luna's pretty good with taming them down, especially when other customers are there. Dahlia likes to yell at them— she likes to yell at people in general. And Jihyo nurtures them like babies.  

They've gotten close to Jungkook as Luna happened to be in his communications class first semester. He recognized her first, but Luna, being oblivious in all ranges of settings, faked a recognization of his name and face, and gave him a discount anyways. Because of this tiny occurrence, Jungkook came back, then with friends, and eventually with his whole lacrosse team to support the business.

"I'm guessing another win, Team Captain?" Jihyo rhetorically yelled over the cheering voices towards Jungkook who followed behind the group with a smirk. Her doe eyes peeks over the bar where her height was significant from the taller men on the other side, eyebrows raised and awaiting for the cocky response Jungkook can muster.

"What can I say?" Jungkook laughed sonorously, followed by a few encouraging and prideful pats on the shoulder from his teammates. "Wouldn't show up tonight with the boys if I didn't make that winning shot."

Rolling her eyes at the sound of the booming, testosterone-filled voices of his teammates and his vibrant ego, Jihyo scoffed away to work on other orders that Luna and Dahlia were speedily making before Jungkook's teammates and good friends come up to him, ready to order their drinks.

"What should I get?" Yoongi asked Jungkook, eyes scanning the menu of different drinks.

"Dunno. Get the usual," Jungkook advised, crossing his arms over his chest as he pondered what he should get too. "Your matcha milk tea with boba."

"Aight," Yoongi nods before he paused. The pause wasn't obvious enough for Jungkook to look his way, until Yoongi went ahead and nudged Jungkook, taking his complete attention away from the menu. "New worker."

"Hi, welcome!" That odd cheery voice didn't seem to come from the usual cashier he knew as Luna, nor Dahlia, throwing him off a bit. He does a double take behind the counter, finding a girl hurriedly filling a cup up with boba before she's running to the cashier, doe-like eyes widening in surprise at how many people she has to take orders of.

Her eyes catch Jungkook's, and it immediately clicked in his head that the word circling about the new Pleasantea worker were true. Pretty much all of them were aware, but it didn't seem to catch their attention as much as it caught his. Maybe it's the unfamiliarity of having someone foreign in a place he likes to call a second home. Maybe it's the odd satisfaction of meeting the so-called bobarista who's name somehow runs laps around his brain. Really, he was merely curious.

"What can I get you guys?" She asked with a warm smile. Jungkook's worked at a retail shop before, and he can tell good customer service apart from just a single sentence.

Jungkook peered over at the boys, watching Yoongi motioning at the others to go order, but seeing that they were also too busy eye-goggling the new girl behind the counter out of curiosity, Yoongi let out a sigh and ordered first. A smile bursted on the new girl's face when she's nodding to Yoongi's order. Her eyebrows furrowed as she works the register all before Yoongi whipped out his trusty credit card and does the procedural routine of inserting the card, tipping, signing, and saying "no thanks" to the receipt, dropping in a spare dollar or two into their "college funds" tip jar.

The boys filed in line after they've decided on what they wanted that night all while Jungkook started to overthink what he wanted to get.

Jungkook likes to change up his drink from time to time. After practices, he'd like something more refreshing to quickly chug down. After later practices, he'd get something more caffeinated to keep him awake for a night full of assignments. After games, it depends on the outcome of the prior— losing, he wouldn't order anything. Winning, however, he likes Pleasantea bobaristas to choose for him.

It's a good thing they won tonight.

When the line of his teammates dispersed and they all maneuvered into the back where their usual spot was,  Jungkook realized it was his turn already. He didn't notice that he let all the boys go in front of him  on purpose and he was the last of the group to order. However, he does take mental note of how New Girl keeps up a good face after each customer, something that Dahlia lacks because each customer removes a layer of her niceness as they come and go.

Jungkook slides closer to the register, his eyes never leaving hers as her own form into crescents— a silent, but welcoming greeting.

"Hi, what can I get for you?"

His lips forms a smile to hear her voice clear as day. "Do you think you can surprise me?"

The favor evidently takes her by surprise before she lets out a laugh, nodding. "Yeah, I can. Is there anything you're craving specifically?"

"Nope," he shakes his head. "You new?"

She smiles in return. "Yeah. Yesterday was my first day. Still getting a hang of it."

"You got a favorite drink..." Jungkook dragged out his sentence to look at her name badge, realizing that her name really was what he has been told. "___?"

The bobarista hums in thought before she lazily shrugs. "I haven't had many drinks, yet, but I really like the plain milk tea."

"I'll just get that then. Large, boba, light ice."

She nods as she puts it into the register as Jungkook patted his black jeans, searching his pockets for his wallet. In his head, he's pondering about the amount of tips to tip her.

"Sweetness level?"

Jungkook, without even processing he's said it, goes, "you." It takes him by surprise just as much as it took her, but he decides to roll with it. He even mentally pats himself, because damn, that was pretty smooth of him. He noticed that her fingers paused in tapping on the pad, just before meeting his expression consisting of a (douchebag) smirk and kind eyes. She raised her eyebrows before letting out a light chuckle, shaking her head.

"Cute," is all she said before placing the order and directing him to insert his card. As Jungkook mentally fist bumps himself, he decided to tip her the ten dollar bill laying in his wallet into the tip jar, before she glanced up at him with crescent eyes once more. "Your order will be ready at the other end of the counter."

As Jungkook thanked her, he lingered for a bit as she disappeared behind the bar where she met the three other girls shuffling around to finish the end of the night shift with dozens of customers waiting inside and outside. He shoved his wallet into the back of his pocket as he met up with the boys who took up the entire back of the shop where a long table basically welcomed them with open arms.  

"What you get this time, Captain?" Jaehyun made a single nod towards Jungkook.

"Just their milk tea," Jungkook responded.

Jungkook has had the plain milk tea before. It's what Pleasantea was known for. It's their signature drink. A roasted flavor with just the right amount of sweetness with just 75% sugar. However, responding with reference to her as a sweetness, it might be a bit sweeter with just 100%. But it doesn't matter. He managed to get a "cute" from the new bobarista at Pleasantea and he intends to share it with his lacrosse team.

"New worker called me cute."

Jaehyun let out a snort, while Yoongi excitedly leaned in to add onto the list of other cringe-worthy pickup lines Jungkook says to girls. "Did you make another boba pick-up line? Remember when you tried to flirt with Dahlia but ended up only getting roasted by her?"

"Yeah, well, ___ called me cute. She just asked how sweet I wanted my drink to be," he explained. "I answered back with, 'you'."

It's the shove and nudge coming from both directions and the bursted balloon that held crazy laughter coming from not only Jaehyung, but Yoongi and Jaemin who listened to the terrible conversation they were most grateful to not have witnessed first hand. Jungkook grinned widely, pushing off his teammates who were disgusted by such a revolting experience.

"God, you are terrible," Yoongi covered his face with his hands, hiding from sheer embarrassment as Jungkook chuckled broadly. "I hope she spits in your drink because that was god awful."

"She thought it was cute, actually," Jungkook tooted his own horn— something he loved doing. Cocky isn't a pleasant trait on him, but he somehow makes it work.

Jaemin shook his head in mild distaste. "Man, get the fuck out of here."

."Boys!"

The familiar sound of Jihyo calling out a broad name as an endearment to the only boys that she has a love and hate relationship with catches the lacrosse teams' ears, having them get up in excitement. Half of the table decides to go while the other half stays and saves the spot, wanting to spend about half an hour there to settle.

It takes them a minute or two to have all of them come back with max two drinks in hand and while half of the boys passed out the variety of drinks to the others who saved their spot, Jungkook scrolls through his phone as Jaemin places his drink in front of him, a straw on top. Like second nature, Jungkook grabs the straw and stabs the plastic wrap, his jaw preparing to chew the sweet goodness of tapioca pearls.

However, it's not that that he was anticipating prior that made him furrow his eyebrows at the taste. It was the odd flavor that came before the pearls that made him retract the drink from his mouth to look at the label of what type of drink he got.

At first, he furrowed his eyebrows because he thought he had received the wrong drink. But it's in the middle of wanting to ask Jaemin if the drink he got actually belong to him, that he realized where he fucked up. Jaemin was curious as well, arching an eyebrow and turning the cup to its side to see if Jaemin actually grabbed the wrong drink.

It's the hysterical laughter coming from Jaemin's mouth ringing in the air that made Jungkook's lips part, but in all honestly, Jungkook wasn't as surprised. He watches his teammate share the cup around, laughter suddenly becoming louder at what has been witnessed— a rise and downfall of their own team captain.

The mocking sniggering that dispersed into air echoed throughout the boba shop's walls and inevitably, the new bobarista girl must be hearing it crystal clear, probably a playful smile on her lips as she heard the laughter grow at her own doing.

Eventually, Jungkook snatched the drink back and chugs it down anyways, shaking his head. Each time he took a sip, he looks at the side of his cup and wrinkles his nose in disdain.

MLK TEA. LESS ICE. 0% SWEET.  

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Teen!Cordelia Goode x Fem!Reader - Headcannon

Hey guys! I won’t be able to post much over the next few days so here is the Teen!Cordelia x Reader Head-cannon from my Cordelia prompt fic that was requested (link below for story) I will be making a part 2 once I’ve gotten through my other requests! Thank you for being so patient :) 

Excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, this hasn’t been edited and this is my first head-cannon so please be kind:) lmao.

“My loyalties lie with you, not the title you’ve been given” 

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Teen!Cordelia Goode x Reader

- Cordelia was definitely the most shy out of the two and Y/N was a lot more confident and was first to approach Delia and introduce herself at aged 16.

- Y/N would hand pick Delia's favourite flowers from Myrtle's secret flower garden and place a single flower on her pillow most nights wanting to gain her attention. (Delia was definitely secretly smitten after that.)

- Y/N much preferred shortening Delia's name to Lia as no one else had come up with it and wanted something that only she had the privilege of saying. All the other girls knew that the nickname ‘Lia’ was off limits to everyone apart from Y/N.

- Although Y/N would entice Delia to sneak off sometimes and ditch certain lessons she would make sure that it didn't affect her work too much and would always make it worth them missing classes.

- Speaking of lessons, the only way Delia could get Y/N to study would be if she offered kisses between each section of the book they were reading... it would definitely lead to more by the time they finished their study session.

- At meal times they would make sure to sit next to each other and even though they thought they were subtle with their affections everyone knew that there was secret hand-holding underneath the table.

-Whenever Y/N would feel insecure about her powers and her future as a protector Delia would always reassure her: "you'll always be my protector, no matter who the next supreme is or how powerful you are".

- Cordelia is the most jealous out of the pair. "You set the chair on fire Lia" "She was getting far too comfortable around you, I don't take well too others trying to take what's mine" (Y/N secretly loves it though and would poke fun at her green eyed love)

- Y/N loved taking Delia on dates to the French Quarter as well as dragging her to street parties and Jazz bars, where she would kiss her without a care in the world. If Delia would get too drunk on one of those nights, you know damn well she was being tucked into bed in her favourite pyjamas while Y/N fell asleep in the bay window not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Delia would wake up in the morning to some fresh orange and Advil with a sleeping Y/N drooling slightly as the sun hits her frame from the window making Delia smile softly. 

- Y/N loved taking photos of Delia whenever she wasn't looking, that's when she looked the most beautiful in her eyes.

- Did I mention how much Y/N adored Delia's freckles and would kiss each one every morning when they managed to spend the night in each other's bed. (Due to the high status of both girls families they were allowed their own rooms)

- Speaking of spending the night, Y/N would always make sure that Delia was comfortable and would go at her pace until Delia would groan in frustration at Y/N gentlewoman ways and grab a hold of her demanding to be a little more rough with her ~ "I'm not a delicate flower babe. Do your worse" (Y/N always accepted the challenge)

- On nights that weren't filled with pleasure, the two would talk about their future plans together ~ "She's gonna have you blonde locks and gorgeous smile Lia, I just know it" "Oh and who says it's gonna be a girl"

- Makeout sessions in hidden corners of the house and in storage closets were a daily occurrence and on a rare day, if caught would be sent to the headmistress office where Myrtle would just sigh already knowing there's no keeping them apart.

- Whenever Cordelia had a bad day, Y/N would take her to their favourite greenhouse (the one in the flashback) and slow dance with her to 'I'll be' by Edwin McCain which would make Delia roll her eyes every-time fondly while muttering "cheeseball" (didn't stop her from snuggling into Y/N arms while she guides her around the greenhouse though).

-Myrtle is definitely their biggest supporter and would make sure the girls could spend time together whenever Y/N's grandmother and Fiona were in town as they both would try and keep them apart for their own selfish needs.

- When Y/N was forced to leave the academy at age 19 to start her training she took Delia on that last night into the greenhouse and danced with her for hours, tears streamed down both their faces silently while 'My love is never lost' by Stevie Nicks played softly in the background. Promises were made and sealed with desperate kisses and caresses. Both secretly knowing that the future was uncertain for their love.

Bonus (Delia's wedding day):

- When Y/N arrived at the Academy for Delia's wedding years later she headed straight for Delia’s room on instinct. The room had changed a lot since and male clothes lay on top of the well made bed making Y/N's heart sink a little.

- Y/N definitely forgot how to breath after seeing Delia in her wedding dress. Delia teased her for that ~ "You'll catch flies if you don't close your mouth Y/N"

- Y/N was only there to wish her luck and be the supportive ex but somehow ended up asking her to leave with her, somewhere far away from here, away from their responsibilities. They stood so close, their noses just an inch from brushing against one another.

- A heated kiss was shared in that room that day but Y/N knew from the look in Delia's eyes and the lingering touch of lips that she had lost the silent battle of her love.

- Y/N watched the tears gather in Delia's eyes as she kissed her gently on the forehead and stepped away with a broken smile. "He's a lucky guy Lia, I hope he makes you very happy and gives you the life that I could never give" 

- Delia never knew but Y/N stayed for the ceremony that day and watched on with a broken heart as she said "I do".

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REOCCURRING WOMAN

REQUESTED FOR: @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

SUMMARY- reader is on the obx cast dating Drew/Rudy and a certain extra on the show is getting to close for comfort and posting photos on their insta with the boys as if they’re dating.

A/N: I’ve learned how to do tumblr right if that’s even a thing so I’m just making it better by decoration and all that jazz ( the stories are all the same just badazzled. ) happy reading :) also these other women I made them up they don’t exist except the last girl was an extra in the show ( no hate to her ) it just fit very well lmao.

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DREW:

You and the gang are back in Charleston, South Carolina the corona virus pushed back Filming for a few months which was a blessing in disguise for Jonas to work in a script and to make sure locations where set to film and to have anything else needed to be there, with a new season means new extras you and the cast always invite them out to hang so they feel welcomed and to make new friends.

You’re into your second month of Filming season two everyone knows you and Drew are together the fans are so loving and excited you guys are together everyone thinks you guys are soo cute over the past two months back one extra who plays a kook Kelce is currently dating likes to flirt with Drew often Drew doesn’t flirt back but he is nice and doesn’t push her away. It doesn’t really bother you that much because all it really is is some slight arm touching and laughing at everything he says even if it isn’t a joke like an annoying school girl, but other then that you really like her.

You were currently with the girls madelyn and Madison talking about clothes and planning for a girls week when all of a sudden Madison shouts out “Oh my god I can’t believe that bitch”

“What what happened?” Madelyn asked worried Madison just gave you guys her phone where you saw two people strolling on the beach but the person tagged made your heart stop

@Coleenjonesz

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@Coleenjonesz: our weekly beach strolls are my favorite😊🖤.

@drewstarkey: always having fun with you🤩

@jonasjpate: love when cast mates hang out.

@thekook: wait but isn’t drew with @Y/N ??

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You weren’t following her so this was all news to you, you took the phone from madelyn’s hands and went through her other photos most of her recent ones was of her and Drew and she always had some cute little flirty caption to go with it he had liked everyone single one and almost commented on all of them.

You looked up with tears in your eyes at your two friends who looked mad and also sad because you were hurt. You handed Madison her phone back and she quickly unfollowed Coleen but I’m doing so a story popped up that she had posted.

Madison quickly gave the phone back to you so you could view the story when you clicked on it you saw a beautiful beach that the sun was setting on and then the camera moved over and there stood your boyfriend with coleen on his back and they were both laughing the camera stopped as they both fell.

“Oh my god I can’t believe this, what do I do? I can’t call him he is with her right now and he would probably not even answer considering he is occupied” you said as tears fell down your face. Madelyn quickly scooped you into her arms rubbing your back smoothingly Madison jumped onto the bed and joined in on the group hug.

“Wait till before the dinner we have planned she won’t be there and you guys are getting ready together right?”Madison questions you just nod to what she says. “So talk to him then explain that it makes you uncomfortable and stuff, and hear him out.”

“Yeah maybe it isn’t what it looks like at all, she is probably doing it for more followers.” Madelyn rolled her eyes.

“Ok yeah, you’re right I’ll just talk to him” you sighed hugging your two best friends smiling slightly.

Later that night you drove to you and Drew’s shared apartment to get ready for this dinner, you walked into the apartment to see drew on his phone laying on the couch “oh there is my favorite girl” drew said scooping you up in his arms, “Drew look we need to talk” you said awkwardly not looking him in his eyes.

“Ok what’s up?”

“What’s going on with you and that extra Coleen? The weekly beach walks her posting photos like she is dating you? I know what she does isn’t in your control but you can tell her to stop”

Drew stood up from where he was sitting “she is just a friend I don’t see the problem In that she wants to make it as more then just in extra so I gave her some advice, and we realized we have similar interests so we just hangout and the beach walks are not weekly we don’t hang out nearly as much as her instagram shows it, come on you should know this because I’m with you” drew exasperated getting mad. “I don’t care if she is just a friend Drew be here friend that’s great help her with work I don’t care, what bothers me is she take photos of you and with you like she is your girlfriend and then I look like a dumbass to the world for not noticing it” you said raising your hands up

“Baby, who cares what others think I know that I love you and only you and I know you love me so why do you care what people think?” Drew asked “no I’m telling you I feel like a dumbass” you said tears in your eyes “do you think I would cheat on you ?” When you don’t answer he raises his voice “DO you think I would cheat on you?” He asks again just more demanding

“No I don’t think you would I trust you I don’t trust others she clearly gives 0 fucks that you have a girlfriend, she acts like it’s not a thing and just throws herself on you and you catch her and are there because you’re soo oblivious to what is happening” you said pulling your phone up to go to her Instagram only to find out you’re blocked. “She blocked me on Instagram drew, who does that unless you have something to hide?” You cried out.

Drew could tell this was really bothering you and suddenly his anger sub sided, “hey hey look at me, you’re not a dumbass. I didn’t know this stuff bothered you she is just my friend there is nothing going on there and there never will be I love you and only you. I just didn’t see what you were seeing but I’ll speak to her and get the photos taken down and tell her to back off a little ok?” Drew said hugging you and kissing your head

You nodded your head sniffling a little “now I have to text the girls and let them know it’s ok” you said getting up to get your phone that you had thrown across the room.

Drew burst out laughing “you girls are weird, hold on babe let me text the boys and gossip about it I also need them to help me pick out my outfit for tonight I have 3 options” Drew said in a girly voice mocking you, Madelyn, and Madison “ oh ahaha you’re so fucking funny” you smiled throwing a pillow at him.

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RUDY:

You had just gotten back in Charleston, South Carolina to start filming season 2 of obx, the funny thing about filming obx is that you and everyone else forget you’re even working it’s really just a bunch of family goofing around. You and Rudy decided to drive down from LA to Charleston just the two of you, it was lots of fun taking lots of photos of the beautiful views and taking candid photos of Rudy without his knowledge and him doing it as well just enjoying one another’s company.

You’re on your first week of filming and so far so good you love being back at the beach with your friends catching up and making new memories, one of the extras from season 1 came back she played a touron that chugged some alcohol with Rudy as JJ and a small glimpse of a hookup was in season 1 her name was Peyton belcher, she didn’t have any lines not really so her character is kinda unknown she was called back this season to re claim her small touron roll.

Peyton wasn’t close with the cast but everyone is familiar of her so we were all happy to see her back. Rudy and you have been dating for a year now almost 2 now you played his love interest which made you guys closer and you couldn’t help but fall in love with one another, you and Rudy chase and Maddie are the biggest ships on the show your Instagram is always Bum barded with nice comments on you and Rudy’s relationship and also amazing edits of you guys you love them all and it fills you with so much happiness.

You were all on your first day off since filming again JD, Madison, you, chase, Rudy, and Madelyn. Were all on a boat drinking and enjoying the sun you were laying on a towel while Rudy had his arms wrapped around you showing JD and Chase a video he captured on your drive from LA to Charleston. You felt your phone buzz from beside you, you noticed it was a Instagram notification. Yes you have your Instagram notifications on because you forget to turn it off and you like being able to be in contact with your fans, you have made quite a few friendships with fans and talk daily.

You opened your new dm to see a fan account request to send you a message of course you accepted it always happy to talk to new people

Obxlover: hey I don’t want to bother you or scare you but I saw someone post a picture today of her and Rudy looking a little to cozy and I just wanted you to know, it’s probably nothing anyway i love you and the show. I’ll send the pic right now.

Y/N: hey you’re not bothering me at all I’m so glad you love the show and I love you too.

Obxlover: ( sent you a photo from @peyton.belcher )

You clicked the link to the photo.

Peyton.belcher:

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Peyton.belcher: back in Charlie with one of my favorites ever @obx😉

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You looked at the photo for a minute then back at your boyfriend “hey babe, when was this taken?” You asked him showing the phone up to him he took it from you looking at it confused “oh my god this was from when we did season one” he said laughing “I don’t know why she posted it tho considering we don’t talk barely but whatever” he said handing the phone back to you brushing it off like it’s nothing you shrugged your shoulders not really caring and continuing on with your fun with your friends.

Throughout the day on the boat you hear your phone pinging with notifications you pick it up wondering what is so important to see tons of people and can accounts sending you the same picture but some with screenshots of someone asking who is in the photo with Peyton and she responded saying the cutest boy she knows with a love heart next to it. You get irritated and mad and just turn your phone off to stop hearing and seeing all the posts and comments and questions of concern for your relationship with Rudy.

You all finally reach your destination being a restaurant on the water where you can pull up and dock your boat and just walk in, you still annoyed pick all your things up quickly and make your way off the boat as quick as possible walking ahead of everyone else “hey uh is she good or?” JD asks no one in particular “she probably saw what peyton said about Rudy being the cutest guy she knows under the post she posted fans are dming me worrying about you guys relationship so I’m sure her phone is blowing up she is probably just frustrated” Madison suggested trying to catch up to you.

“Dude are you with Peyton?” Chase stops walking and asks Rudy who just stares at him shocked, “are you serious right now why would you think that? That photo was from a year ago I would never ever hurt YN ever !!” Rudy yelled looking chase dead in the eyes you and Madison were still making your way to the restaurant but stopped when you heard Rudy yelling which is not like him at all you both look at one another and turn around to see what’s happening.

“If I thought you were cheating imagine how y/n feels right now, I’m sure her phone is blowing up with people saying things about you guys and Peyton I’m sorry you’re mad but it’s the first thing that came to mind I mean it looks like it from Instagram” chase said defensively

You and Madison started walking over slowly to the scene next to madelyn and JD who were watching awkwardly off to the side. “I’m not cheating on her I would never cheat on anyone ever ! I’m In love with y/n man I want to marry her and have so many kids why would I fuck something up with some girl I barely know ?? And why are you getting mad at me for something peyton posted !” Rudy screamed in chases face Rudy was on the brink of tears you could tell cause he was slightly shaking

You dropped your bags and ran to Rudy pushing him away from chase and pulled him in your arms stroking his hair “I know you weren’t cheating that never even crossed my mind babe, yeah I’m annoyed by my phone blowing up and being told you’re with her and not me and so on and so forth and it’s annoying that she is saying all these flirty things but I was never upset with you” you whispered to Rudy but the others could hear because they all smiled and wrapped each other in a hug watching the scene unfold “I’m in love with you to but I’m only ( your age ) give it a few years before you propose yeah ?” You question looking at him

“Yeah ok, I love you” Rudy says grabbing your hands and taking you to the restaurant for some food.

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Observant

Bucky Barnes X Borrower reader

(I’ve never written Bucky before so please give feedback. I’ve also never written a single one-shot before and it feels weird lmao so I might make a part 2)

Bucky’s apartment wasn’t much and it certainly wasn’t the best in the complex, but he made the most of it and that’s what you appreciated. He was an odd human but easy to borrow from. There  was always food laying about and the human wasn’t home often. He didn’t follow a schedule but depending on when he left, estimating how long he’d be out was effortless. Today, he was out on his normal run and would be gone longer to get groceries, making now the perfect time to stock up.

Though easy, it wasn’t simple.

The thing about this human is that he’s an overly observant freak. Nothing in this apartment is disregarded. To borrow right after he bought food would be the ultimate no-go. A word misspelled in an article he isn’t reading? He notices. More chipped drywall than usual? He sees it. The breeze from the closed fridge is 1 degree cooler? He feels it. Once while borrowing you had bumped into a mug and just barely turned it from its original position. When the bean came home, you watched from your hole behind the fridge as he studied the mug intensely. After his staring contest, he took one finger, and turned the mug back to it rightful place before walking away.

Every since then, you’ve been quite strict on how carefully you borrow.

Your borrowing trip today was more than successful so far, with over 30 minutes of being home-alone left and your bag filled, everything was going your way. All you needed was some bread and you could be on your merry way.

The loaf sat on a plate right in front of the toaster giving you easy access. You walked across the counter to reach it and started picking at it, never grabbing to much from the same place. The sound of stomping outside alerted you and you quickly shoved that last piece of bread into your bag. You were preparing to sprint across the counter when the front door swung open and slammed closed.

“Oh no” you whispered, jumping back at the loud noise. Immediately you searched for a hiding spot. A fools move. You’ve been on this counter a hundred times you knew it from the back of your head.  You ran to the bread,  and did a circle behind it. You ducked and rose back up, It was too short to hide behind. Over by the entrance you saw the human slamming his head against the wall, grumbling quietly to himself. He’d return home with nothing but a newspaper in hand and his heavy breathing added to your fear factor.

Something was wrong. The human had never come back so early and always completed his task before returning. Today he looked exhausted, he was breathing heavy, and from what you could see, was covered in sweat. He was thinking about something and it was obviously frustrating him, but what?

As concerned as you were for him, you were more worried about getting back to your hole without being caught. Right now the human’s back was to you and he seemed more than occupied with his thoughts. If you were fast enough you could at least make it to the other side of the counter, once you get to the safety zone by the fridge, being seen would be the least of your worries.

You can’t run across or else he’ll hear you, but also can’t walk or you won’t make it in time. What you needed was a steady yet quick pace that matched the jingle of your bag to his heavy breathing and—

Oh fuck

Bucky began to move away from the wall and face the open room. You staggered back a little and froze, his back was only partly to you now. If you didn’t move then maybe he wouldn’t notice you and then you could wait for him to walk away.

You watched him unfurl the newspaper in a stiff manner, holding your breath in the few seconds of silence before he turned the page.  It took nothing but a meer glance at it for him to slam the newspaper onto the stove top and the folded papers scattered across the surface. Internally, you were screaming, but it took every bit of strength you had not to react outwardly. Slowly you slid your bag of your body and backed up until you hit the toaster. There was no way you were going to make it to safety while carrying your bulky bag, you would just have to leave without it and hope for the best. It was one thing to be caught by a human, it’s another thing when they’re in a mood. And this one was angry. To escape from him with your life would be a miracle but you hoped you wouldn’t need one.

You had it all planned out, on the count of three you would take off while his back was still to you and safely return to the comfort of your hole in the wall.

1

You closed your eyes and bit your lips out of habit.

2

Bucky flailed his arms in the air with no sense of purpose but from frustration as he growled.

3

Along with your first step Bucky slammed his hands onto the stove top and aggressively  swiped everything into the air. Again you were frozen in your tracks and the ceramic mug that shattered on the wall close to you sent you reeling. You ran to the corner between the toaster and the wall, praying that God would give you the strength to squeeze behind the toaster.

Through your watery eyes and the falling papers, you watched the human walk over to the fridge and then rest his back against the counter next to it. His fist balled tightly then gripped the counter.

No no no no NO

Impossible. There was no way for you to escape now and you were out in broad daylight. His elbow laid on the counter and carried his weight, blocking your only path back to safety. The fact that you hadn’t been spotted yet was terrifying...What will he do when he does see you? You could only begin to how he’d take his anger out on you. This is just a recipe for disaster and God is cooking up a storm.

The human’s head hung low and his eyes rolled back. With a heave he began muttering;

“Steve...Steve”

Over and over again to himself.

“Why are you everywhere? Who are you?”

He lifted his left hand and removed the glove from it, revealing the metal prosthetic. You stared at it with awe, only briefly forgetting your fear. Even inside the apartment he rarely took his glove off, but today was different. He gazed at his hand and huffed with a hint of relief before running it through his hair. His arm was a lot nicer than you thought. Its gray color reflected what little light lit the room and its shine displayed how smooth the metal. Watching him flex his fingers was a show, you would never guess something that looked so solid could be so flexible.

Still lost in the wonder that was his arm, you didn’t notice his biological arm tense, releasing his grip from the edge and balling it into a fist before it slammed on the counter. A small gasp escaped your lips as you fell to your knees and you could hear the human immediately turning his head to look at you.

Oh no

You snapped your head up, allowing your wide and terrified eyes to meet his.

His demeanor changed instantly as the frustration was replaced with confusion and a soft gaze.

“Oh my god,” You whimpered, slowly standing up.

“Oh my god,” He whispered back in an unexpectedly silvery voice.

His whole body turned towards you and his eyes sized you up. He took a step forward and you backpedaled into the same corner.

This was it… Cornered, by an angry bean, with nowhere to run or hide. You had been so careful these past months, being seen was in no way your fault but bad luck. Unfortunately, blame wasn’t going to save you from the wrath of a human. Tears returned and brimmed your eyes as you watched him continue to step closer until he towered right above you. You wouldn’t have dared to break eye contact but couldn't help but wince and cower as he leaned forward and lifted his hand.

“Please!” you cried, blocking you face with your arms and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Please.. Please don’t hurt me…”

His hand retreated— not that you noticed —and he crouched so that only his head was visible to you. He watched the tears spill from your eyes momentarily as you sobbed with hushed cries before he began.

“Hey, hey, hey,” his deep voice surprised you, making you jump and look at him.

“It’s okay… you speak English?” Quickly you took your sleeve and wiped you face, nodding in reply.

“You got a name, doll?”

You lowered your arms to your shoulders to reveal you face as you continued nodding. “...Y/N” you choked.

“I’m Bucky,” he offered. You already knew his name though. When he first moved in, the first few days he was non-stop repeating it to himself.

“Bucky, Bucky. My name is Bucky. I am Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky”

“It's nice to meet the person who's been eating my food.” While he smiled, your heart dropped.

“You-you— “

“You aren’t exactly the cleanest with my bread,” he interrupted, motioning his head to your bag on the counter with bread crumbs falling out.

Your cheeks flushed and you trained your eyes to the ground. “I-I I am so sorry, it won't happen again. Please just let me go and I won't come back, you won't ever have to worry about it again and you’ll never see messy crumbs from me again. Please don’t hurt me; Just let me go please—” Tears swelled in your eyes again as your rambled on with fear. You didn’t see as he reached for you again, but instead of a hand it was in pointer finger.

He lifted your chin up gently, which quite frankly, being touched by him no matter how soft was going to scare you. He forced you to look him in the eyes as he wiped a tear of your cheek with his thumb. “I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t care that you ate some of my bread. I just wanted to know who you were. I knew you couldn’t be a mouse, too clean and organized and, well, here you are… So you have to explain, what are you?”

He withdrew his hand to slick hair behind his ear..

“I’m a borrower…”

“Like that kids stories?”

“...sure?” He chuckled

“What’s an American borrower doing here in Romania? That's a long way for someone like you”

Your voice hitched, forcing you to take a deep breathe. “A few months ago, I hitchhiked in someone's bag… few hours later and here I am.” He huffed another laugh. That was a good thing right? He hadn’t attempted to hurt you or put you in a jar yet, maybe he would let you go and you could plan your move to another apartment. Or maybe not.

“I’m sorry if I scared you earlier. I'm guessing you saw most of that?”

You nodded hesitantly. If you weren’t stunned with fear you might have asked him about it.

“Yeah…” He pursed his lips with a huff and tapped his fingers on the edge of the counter.

“Well,” he scooped up your bag and dangled it in front of you, “this is yours, no?”

You nodded and he moved the bag closer to you in offering. Your eyes flickered between his and the bag unsure of the offer, when you finally took it he pulled his hand back and stood up.

“I won’t keep you any longer. You can leave.” He said as you reexamined the contents of your bag. Instantly you looked up to him with wide eyes, was he  letting you go?

Your mouth hung agape for a few moments before you could express a breathy “Really?”

He face was sure as he nodded. “Yes, See I’ll even turn around.” He did just that.

You were blown away with shock. You slipped your bag over your shoulders and began to jog across the counter.

“I know your people have a rule about leaving once being seen.”

You slowed your pace as he spoke.

“All I’m saying is that you don’t have to go. I don’t mind your being here. You’re good at hiding and being invisible, I’ll give you that. A spy from birth. Just don’t let me catch you again.”

By the end of his speech you had jumped in the space behind the refrigerator and began crawling down the wall with your back pushed to the fridge to keep from falling.

**

Bucky listened intently to your movements. He smiled when you entered your hole behind the fridge and stopped. He knew you were thinking about his proposition to stay.

“See you around, doll.”

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people change {Vince Neil}

@champagneandspice asked: hey! I adore your writing!!! could u please do a one shot but in the form of an article ? you’d be writing it as if you worked for people magazine or something like that. could u pls write ab the “speculated rumors” ab vince and I dating are true?? u could insert pictures or whatever u like. thank u <3

A/N: 2065 words. I love!! This style!! Of Writing!! also probably not what you were asking for, but i had fun and i hope you do too. i really sort of like this world/reader persona i’ve built?? i even added a few pictures for effect lmao. hope it’s enjoyable. i don’t usually do tags for one-shots but @cosmicsskies and @crazylittlethingcalledobsession asked and im too giddy to refuse.

WHAT THE F*** DO YOU THINK? - Mötley Crüe singer Vince Neil and Joan Jett & The Blackhearts newest guitarist Y/N Y/L/N spotted getting cosy after Crüe’s Atlanta show last Saturday? Does this hint at a collaboration between two bands, or is this more personal than professional? [Read more on Page 10...]

“What the f*** do you think?”

If you’re a woman working in or around the rock and roll music scene in the past half a decade, you’ve probably heard these words, or some variation of them, if you’ve come within a ten foot radius of the glam metal juggernauts Mötley Crüe; Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars, and their blonde, boyish singer Vince Neil. They’re crass by reputation, however this is unsurprisingly true to life, though if you were interested in reading an expose regarding the number of gigs they’ve done while high, or how many hotel rooms they’ve set fire to, there’s innumerable gossip rags and magazines covering those particular scandals, including at least two Rolling Stone articles in the past two years, and we’re not here to retell old stories. 

When attending their concert in Atlanta last week, which I highly recommend; if given the opportunity, and you enjoy their music, see Mötley Crüe live, they give an almost unparalleled live performance, in my humble opinion as a music journalist of almost a decade, I was fortunately privy to the moment that sparked debate and controversy within the rock music gossip sphere. After the show, while I was made to wait at the stage door, their manager Doc Mcghee was kind enough to invite me to the afterparty. There, at the stage door, restless fans were held at bay, young men in black leather pants, emulating their idols, young women in barely anything at all, there to catch attention and garner the same invitation that I had received, and when the band themselves appear, it’s as if the gates of Hell had opened; the screaming I heard, ladies and gentleman.

First through the doors is Mars, already looking like he needs a shot or a nap, and he dodges more than one bra thrown his way, giving me a longsuffering look as he passes. To be that exhausted by fame is on a level I can’t even begin to comprehend. He’s on the tour bus which will take us to the hotel bar for drinks almost before anyone else is even out of the building.

Next comes what the fans have affectionately dubbed ‘The Terror Twins’, Sixx and Lee, both carrying a beer each, followed by several very pretty women who head to the bus whilst the musicians take the time to say high to their fans, signing various body parts and generally taking the time to interact with the more hardcore of their following who were waiting in the cold night air. They’re enough of a distraction that one might have missed the final band member, Vince Neil, laying uncharacteristically low, and who had actually been preceded by a surprising figure; Y/N Y/L/N, the most recent addition to Joan Jett & The Blackhearts as their rhythm guitarist. 

And this, dear readers, is the moment I decide to write the first gossip piece of my life.

As someone who regularly set fire to the copies of Hollywood Star my then-housemate had been getting delivered to our apartment back when I first began my journalistic career, the idea of writing an article based on speculation about the sexual conduct of celebrities was an idea I rejected out of hand. I’d told myself I had integrity. 

But then my proto-punk loving heart betrayed me, as I recalled Y/L/N’s lyrics from my favourite song of her’s, Sucker Punch, ‘speculate / scream my name / my heart, my love, baby it’s a game / they call me heartless, fancy-free / as if anyone’s meant something to a girl like me’. Y/L/N has been credited as the sole writer for the single, under her band at the time, Nuclear Patricide, who had garnered a cult following that has been credited as an idol for Joan Jett herself. After the Nuclear Patricide’s split in early ‘83, it’s been relative radio silence from the writer and lead guitarist until Joan Jett & The Blackhearts announce her as their newest addition, and she’s been with them for almost two years since.

[ID: Stills from Nuclear Patricide’s music video for Sucker Punch, 1980, known for the appearance of then-break out star Jamie Lee-Curtis. Editor’s Note: Y/L/N did not appear in the music video herself.]

So, upon seeing Y/L/N trying to keep a low profile whilst exiting a gig she clearly was not playing at, without any of her own bandmates to keep her company, I must confess I began to wonder, to speculate about the nature of her relationship with Mötley Crüe. She’s adamantly and publicly denounced romantic relationships in her work and in her public appearances up until her split from her original band, so has anything changed in the past few years?

Back at the hotel, I find myself weaving in amongst groupies and fanboys. My dark jeans and leather jacket act as a camouflage in this den of debauchery; I’ve worn professional clothing to this kind of thing before, and it usually doesn’t go over well; if the band sees a reporter there’s a sense of immediate hostility in what’s meant to be a safe space, relatively speaking, however, I’ve found that blending in, and making it clear I’m not on the offensive makes them drop their guard enough that they’ll give an honest interview. 

At least until a pretty girl walks past.

Neil and Y/L/N are nowhere to be spotted as I finally take a seat with a table that has neither cocaine nor a woman on it, and once I’ve ordered a drink and looked over my notes, someone actually joins me of their own accord. It’s Tommy Lee, who, to my surprise, recognises me from the last time Crüe had played in town. 

He talks about the tour, about how exciting it’s been and how he loves Atlanta, but he’s losing focus very quickly, not surprisingly since his name is being called by other tables every few moments, and there’s a faint dusting of telltale white powder around his nose. He promises ‘see you ‘round’ [sic] and then he’s off again. However, it’s as he leaves that I spot Y/N coming from a room by the back of the bar, and I make my move.

Mars has, as I’ve been told, already retired for the night, Lee is up to his eyes in cocaine, Sixx already has his dick out under his table judging by the look of him, and Neil is surprisingly MIA, so Y/L/N is easy to spot as the odd one out.

Not nearly as f***ed up or strung out as the rest of them, I watch her order a jack and coke, and down the drink mere moments after receiving it, before she turns to me. It takes her barely a second before she correctly identifies me as a reporter. I ask if she remembers meeting me, back in ‘82, she says no, but that she can pick a reporter from a mile away. 

People still fawn over her, pretty girls and pretty boys alike, her aloofness drawing them in, and I’d forgotten how overwhelming it was to be this close to her. She kicks a fanboy and a groupie who are messily groping each other out of a booth and we take their seats.

This is meant to be about Mötley Crüe, and I try to tell her as such, but she just gives me a thin smile.

“Then why did you come find me?”

And she gives me that stare, you know, the one from the cover of Nuclear Patricide’s final album, Treason Is A Girl’s Best Friend. It’s that piercing stare of hers that makes you feel like she knows everything you’ve ever done wrong in your life. 

I ask about her relationship with Mötley Crüe, and to my relief she looks away.

She’s candid about admitting she’s travelling with them, but not touring, right up until I ask her about her relationship with each member of the band specifically.

“Mick’s fun; he’s very talented and easily riled up. They’re all very talented of course, but Mick’s dynamic, [because] of his age and everything, is interesting within the group [sic] and I enjoy watching it all play out. He’s smacked Tommy a few times.” I’m assured that nine times out of ten he deserved it. 

She’s filled with glowing praise for both Sixx and Lee in turn, and even Doc Mcghee, but Neil she is oddly silent about. He’s the first of the band she’d met; he’d seen her play a few times with The Blackhearts and has admitted to enjoying her work in previous interviews when she’s been brought up, as the pair have been spotted together before. Well, she’s been spotted with the band before. Here is where she starts, to my surprise, to get antsy. So the rumours, which I had thought to be incredibly false given her history and general attitude, have more basis than she likes to let on.

And then she gets defensive.

He’s like cocaine; everyone’s doing him, it’s just the industry; no-one’s going to judge her for a fling. She does not appear to take comfort in the sentiment.

“People change.”

I ask her what she means. She refuses to clarify and leaves. Perhaps I pushed too far, but now I feel like a detective, and like I only have one more person I need to talk to. But perhaps I should have eased myself into talking about Y/L/N to Vince himself, but I’ll have to admit, between Y/L/N leaving and finding Neil, I may have done a bit of socialising with Sixx, which I recommend recreationally, and also if you have a high tolerance for most things.

“I don’t think we’re any of your f***ing business.” 

Neil does not mess around, and apparently she’d already spoken to him about our earlier meeting. I leave it be, spend the night enjoying the festivities with Sixx and Lee when I can, leaving just before the sun comes up. 

Some of you may be thinking this is dissatisfying, that you came into this article wanting me to confirm or dismiss the speculated relationship between Vince Neil and Y/N Y/L/N, but I can’t. Neither of them would speak to me, and I can only leave you with a list of things I saw that night, and you can make up your own mind.

- The room Y/L/N had exited from when I first spotted her is the same room Neil left less than five minutes later as we were talking. I went to investigate later; it’s a supply closet.

- After my encounter with Neil, and I’d stayed clear of them, whenever I would spot either of them, the other was almost always within arm’s reach. Make of that what you will.

- He definitely did a line of coke off her thigh at about three in the morning.

- I asked both Sixx and Lee about it. Lee’s response was ‘loud’ with something akin to a knowing smirk, and Sixx’s was ‘he’s a lucky bastard’ and when I ask him to clarify he just says ‘flexible’ and climbs to the next booth over where they’ve been asking him to do a line; I’m not even sure what to make of it, but personally I think it’s pretty damning.

- Readers, they were all over each other, I apologise for throwing my professionalism out the window for a moment, but if I’m being honest I couldn’t look to a secluded corner of the room without there being a 40% chance of seeing Vince and Y/N. It got worse as the night went on. Believe me.

So, while I don’t believe there is set to be a collaboration between Joan Jett and Mötley Crüe, I do come baring good news for those fans who had been speculating regarding Y/L/N’s relationship with the hair metal band’s lead singer. So are they together? Are they dating? Though neither party will publicly state anything, I’ll leave you with my thoughts, my observations, and the oft spoke words of the man himself;

What the f*** do you think?

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summary: idol! boyfriend minho forgets about you? idk i suck at summaries,, just read it,, please ùwú

warnings: nothing really just a bottle of wine and a whole lot of angst because there’s not enough minho angst on here

words: 1.7k ,, I think

also,, not edited but

anyways, letsgetit

having an idol boyfriend was not easy

especially when his life moved way faster than yours did and you’re just stuck there waiting for him to have time for you

everything was great before, your relationship with minho was one that everyone was envious of

you guys were the “it” couple, the one where everyone looked at and wished that they had their person

because that was what you and minho are

you are his person and he is yours

and you thought that it was going to stay like that forever

but of course happiness is a temporary state and nothing lasts forever

you see, there’s always a balance, a person can’t stay happy for too long, the day will come where that scale will fluctuate

and that’s exactly what started happening

things started changing

minhos career has rocketed and you being the supportive partner that you are, cheered him on through it all

eventually minho had to move out of your guys’ shared apartment and in the dorms with the rest of the boys

which was completely okay with you, because he still came home to you when his career wasn’t calling him

the first few months of change was fine, you guys were killing it, people were still envious

but life continues to move

minho became busier

the fun filled texts that were usually packed with memes and countless of i love you’s were replaced by “I won’t be home tonight”

the daily FaceTime calls turned into weeks then months and eventually just whenever he had the time

you were okay with it, you understood that his schedule was busy especially with the tour going on and the new comeback that his group was preparing

you loved him and didn’t want to ever hold him back from reaching his dreams

but god, it was tiring to always be last on his list when he was always first on yours

maybe it was your fault, maybe you had to learn to be like him and start prioritizing new things...new people

maybe it was time to move on

but every time you look back to the times that you had with minho, the more you couldn’t bring yourself to say goodbye

so you endure the pain

you made up excuses for him

it wasn’t until he forgot your 3rd year anniversary and you’re sitting there in the apartment that you guys shared, waiting for the boy that you loved for the umpteenth time that you finally notice the emptiness that surrounds you

the apartment that used to be filled with the sound of his laughter mixing into yours as you guys danced to whatever was playing on the tv was no longer there

you checked your phone for anything, even a small “happy anniversary babe” would suffice

but you were left looking at your lock screen that contained no new messages

instead you were faced with a picture of the two of you looking into each other, eyes full of love

it felt so long ago but you remembered every detail of that day

it was the first time you guys moved in the apartment, you guys have just finished placing the little to no things you have around the space that you guys would call your home

really all that was there was a mattress, a microwave, and a couple of framed pictures but you both were content

the thrill of what’s to come next excited the two of you

you can already imagine the space being filled around you

“one day we’ll have enough money to make this place beautiful and really call it our home”

“dummy it’s not about the place,” minho retorted

“what do you mean?”

“i mean we could be living in a 5 story mansion or we could be living in a box and it’ll still be home as long as im with you”

you guys have been together for two years during this time yet he still found a way to make your heart flutter more and more

“god, you’re so cheesy”

“you love me”

“i do”

“now lets take pictures”

a hundred selfies later, as you guys lay down on the mattress, your head in his chest, his arms loosely hung around yours you realize that he was right

it doesn’t matter where you were as long as you had him

“i hope we don’t end up living in a box”

as you smile back to that memory, the sound of the clock ticking brought you back to reality

every single tick felt like a gunshot to your heart

when it finally reached 11pm, you accepted defeat

the boy will not be showing up

again

and so you grabbed the wine that you bought to be enjoyed for two and sat yourself in front of the tv

the dinner on the table was abandoned as you put on a romantic movie

classic right? god, you just loved to torture yourself

not even bothering to grab a glass, you take a swig right out of the fresh new bottle

“happy fucking anniversary,” you sighed as the tears finally made its way down your face and the liquid burned your throat

eventually you fell into a deep slumber that caused you to not notice the creaking of the door opening

at exactly 2pm minho steps into the room, his eyes first landing on the table filled with his favorite foods, clearly untouched

as his eyes continued to wander he finally spots you on the couch, the bottle of wine empty and hugged to your chest

the smudged lipstick and remnants of your mascara were enough to prove that you were crying

and damn, he felt so guilty

it’s not that he forgot it was your anniversary, he’s just been so busy that he lost track of the days

but even that wasn’t a good enough excuse, as busy as he is, he has never missed an important day before so why now

scolding himself in his head, he makes a mental note to make it up to you the next day

grabbing the empty bottle of wine and placing it on the coffee table, he picks you up and heads towards your shared bedroom

“aish, why did you get so drunk” he quietly asks even though he already knew the answer

it wasn’t until you were in his arms that he realized how much he truly missed you

he gently places you on the bed, making sure you were in a comfortable position before he headed to the bathroom to grab your makeup wipes

by the time he was wiping your lipstick off, you finally awoken

“minho?”

“hi princess” he replied as he shot you one of his signature smiles

you were about to return the expression until you realized why he was taking your makeup off in the first place and now you were just filled with rage

“you forgot. ”

knowing exactly what you were talking about he quickly shot back an “im sorry I just lost track of the day i promise it won’t happen again”

“that’s the thing minho”

at this point you were sitting upright, looking straight at him

“you keep on promising that it won’t happen again but it happens again. every. time. ”

“i-“

“no, okay. it’s my turn to talk. minho, i love you and you know that i would drop anything if it means that it would make you happy. but shit minho, i didn’t expect that i would have to be giving up respecting myself in order to love you,,, look at me, i’m a fucking mess”

“im sorry”

“and you, you just live your life traveling with your best buds, with absolutely no care in the world -“

“don’t say that”

“you don’t care minho! you don’t care that someone is waiting at home for you!”

“y/n I said I was busy!, why can’t you just understand that!”

he didn’t mean to raise his voice but he was just so frustrated

yes, he did miss your anniversary but he didn’t forget

and he came home to you as soon as he figured out his mistake

and maybe you are right, he doesn’t care

he didn’t care about the trouble he was about to be in for sneaking out of the dorms, he didn’t care that he left 8 of his brothers with no explanation just so he could make his way home to you

he didn’t care, because at that time all he cared about was you

but you didn’t know that

and you didn’t give him any chance to explain his self

but why should you? when you’ve already heard everything before

“i think we should stop”

“what?”

“lets end this”

at this point you were crying

and so was he

“y/n please, you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying, let’s talk about this tomorrow”

“it’s been almost four hours and i only drank wine, i know what I’m saying”

“y/n-“

he reaches out for your hands but you pulled them back quickly, knowing that one little thing from him will cause you to just fall straight into his arms..and right now, you have to be strong

“you once told me that it doesn’t matter where we are, as long as we have each other then we’re home, but minho i don’t have you anymore”

“i promise I’ll try harder, i’ll text you everyday if I have to! anything to get the old us back!”

you scoff at this

“i don’t want you to force yourself to interact with me because you have to, i want you to do it because you want to. lets face it, i-i don’t have room in your life anymore”

you hated the fact that you stuttered but give yourself a break okAy your heart is being ripped into pieces

“but i-i love you”

as much as you wanted to just crawl into bed with his arms around you, you knew that this needed to stop

and so for the first time in a long time, you’ve decided that it was time to put yourself first

“if you love me then don’t make this harder,, please, just...go”

(A/N): i ran out of data so i decided to be a writer for the day and wrote this in my notes lmao can y’all believe i actually wrote something with my one brain cell ,,,, also is it ok to cry over something you wrote yourself



[missblissy]

Hmm you said requests are still open and I am a sucker for Arthur. I can’t seem to get this one scene out of my head- it was a dream I had once lmao it was me and Arthur and we had been married for years. Grew up in the gang together all that stuff and you danced with Arthur one night the camp got a big score. Idk just anything fluffy and dancing with your cowboy is amazing (I love your writing bless you 💕)

((Thank you so much for requesting this!! It was so fun to write! Everyone deserves a good dance with Arthur

((Listen to the song, Absolutely Smitten by Dodie, that inspired this fic!!))

Silence and peace lingered in the air, floating around camp and down the hill where you sat. Watching. Waiting. Listening. Your hand held tightly onto the barrel of your gun while you stared up into the treetops. The warm orange rays of the evening sun somehow made the forest come to life. The leaves glowed and danced to the soft summer breeze while birds sang out their songs. 

Every now and then you’d peer into the woods and down the path that exposed the camp’s hideout. You were standing guard while the vast majority of your gang was gone, working tirelessly to bring home something worthwhile. They left before dawn, it was only hours till nightfall now. 

The setting sun was a beautiful distraction though. This camp’s location was stunning and had an amazing view. It helped your mind worry a little less. With every new hour that passed, caused every new worried thought to pop into your head. Firstly, you cared for your gang and the many members that lived amongst you. They were your family and to see any of them hurt or dead would be a terrible loss. 

But most importantly, among all of them was one man that was the most precious thing in your life, your husband, Arthur. You had been married for nearly six years now, but not by law or even in the eyes of a God. You had a ring, you had his word, you had a happy life despite what you were and what you weren’t. In your heart, he was your husband and to him, you were his wife. You knew him even longer than you’d been married. You had been there for each other since you were kids when Dutch picked you guys up off the streets.

Arthur was a skilled and mastered criminal who had cheated death more times than anyone could ever count. You had faith in him to get the job done and to do it well. But as the years passed and you got older, you started to worry more and more about your husband and if his luck would finally start to run out.

You used to join them on heists, you use to be a proud outlaw that could look death in the eye and spit at his boots. You still had that in you, but you took to a more quiet life the larger the gang grew and the older you got. You were not the young adult you use to be, just a few months ago you turned another year older and closer to the grave. It was an eyeopening experience you never thought you’d live to see. The first time you complained about your age, Dutch and Hosea barked at you to wait until you’re in your 50s and 60s, then Uncle wouldn’t shut up about being older than dirt. 

Still, it made you ponder your life. You had a son, but he died hours after his first breath, and he was the spawn of a one night stand with a gunslinger in your teens. He would have been 19 this year. You had many lovers up until you admitted to yourself how much it was Arthur you needed at the end of the night. It took a long time for the two of you to get on the same page. It was only within the last decade had your relationship changed into what it was. 

And it was nice, though it wasn’t everything you wanted. You had started to long for a simple life, children, a home and a real husband. But Arthur refused to marry you in law until he could give you that life you dreamed of. 

“Mrs. Morgan!” You were snapped from your thoughts. You looked over your shoulder and saw Pearson waving to you from up the hill, “Could you come up and lend me a hand real quick?!”

You stretched your legs and arms out as you stood up, then threw your repeater around your shoulder, “Sure!” Anything was better than waiting around at this point. You met the large man half way and he seemed out of breath and honestly… he looked liked shit.

“Can you please watch the stew for dinner?” Pearson jabbered out quickly, “I gotta lay down or something- I-”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” You cut him off and waved a hand with a small smile, “Get something from near Strauss’s wagon and lay down.” 

“Thank you, ma’am. You’re a saint! I’d be skinned by this whole camp if no one got fed!” He was right but at the same time, you could tell he wasn’t feeling well so you didn’t mind taking over. 

You gave him another smile as he waddled off, mumbling about the pain in his stomach. The pot was in the heart of camp, sitting over a smoldering pit of logs as it boiled a heart potato stew inside. You grabbed a barrel and sat down next to the cast iron and would stir it every few minutes while gazing into the flaming. You didn’t even notice the time pass, and the next time you looked up the sky was dark and the moon was out. 

Suddenly a low roar and thunder started to quake alive from the forest. You perked up and looked around and around. People started to come out of their hiding places. Marybeth and Tilly tiptoed into the open along with Uncle and Abigal. You got up and abandon the pot of stew and started to make your way through camp.

Seemingly coming out of now where and bursting through the darkness of the forest, Dutch lead a slew of men on their steads with a smile on his face, “We did it!” He shouted, gaining the attention of nearly everyone. “We got ‘em!”

The score! You remembered the train they were robbing and how much money they could make off it. You noticed the large bags on nearly every rear end of every horse that came in. You whispered a little thank you under your breath when you saw Arthur finally ride into camp. Everyone was safe, no one was hurt, and the gang’s wealth just grew twice in size. 

When Arthur caught your gaze a smile grew on his face. He hurried to get off his horse and make his way over to you. You both reached your hands out to each like it was a natural reflex, “I’ve been waiting all god damn day to see you,” Arthur’s cheeky little grin warmed your heart as you took his hands in yours. His hands were dry and calloused and covered in dirt.

You smiled up at him while the roar of the gang grew. Everyone was cheering and yelling and throwing the loot around that they scored. Gold bars and stacks of cash got passed around while others broke out bottles of moonshine and rum. You got on your tiptoes and placed a hand on Arthur’s cheek while kissing the other, “It’s good to see you too,” You laughed lightly.

He tried to steal a kiss from you but you were quick to turn your head and avoid his lips. Arthur let out a little growl and his free hand snaked around your side and he tried again, this time he got to kiss you. You loved teasing him while being a little stubborn, but you knew he liked it. He wouldn’t have kissed you as hard as he did if he didn’t like it. When you pulled apart the both of you shared a smile and started walking towards the fire pit at the edge of camp.

“I don’t think we’ve had a hit this big in years,” Arthur said, still holding your hand in his as you walk by his side, “It wasn’t clean, but we made out big,” You could tell, all the fortune was still being passed around amongst the others. You sat down on a log covered with animal pelts while Arthur sat beside you. Hosea and Javier were already sitting by the fire and they both greeted you with smiles and a lift of their bottles.

“We got away with it!” Hosea had such a pleased look on his face, “That’s all that matters, don’t it?” He gave a little shake of his head, “And not a single one of us dead.”

“Can’t say the same for the other guys,” Javier chimed in with a little cheeky grin on his face while everyone shared a laugh.

“Naah,” Arthur drawled slowly, “They’re all dead, I made sure of that,” Another round of laughter at an inside joke you didn’t understand.

They all started to talk about the heist while you toned in and out of the conversation. Your arm was locked with Arthur’s and you leaned onto his shoulder, resting your cheek against his shirt. This was all you wanted, to be beside him. It didn’t matter what you were doing or what was going on around you. So long as Arthur was in arm’s reach you were at peace. 

You started daydreaming to the sound of his laughter as it rumbled into the air and mingled with everyone else’s chuckles. You thought about a life far away from here, that seemed so far out of reach. The dream for so long -Dutch’s dream, that is- was to find a place to call home for the whole lot of you. He wanted to escape far enough into the west where no one could find you. To settle some land as farmers, ranchers. He’d joke about settling a town on the coast where California met Mexico.

You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts as Arthur quickly left your side without explanation. You were sure he said something to you but you were so lost in thought you must have not heard him. He vanished into the night behind you along with Hosea and you saw John chase after them mentioning something about the lack of moonshine. You were drawn to follow Arthur with your gaze.

At the same time, you lost Arthur amongst the clutter of the gang and you turned back to the fire as Javier started to play his guitar. It didn’t take long for the soft music to pull others around the fire and singing to fill the air. Karen, Tilly, and Marybeth came almost out of nowhere and started singing and pulling who was ever closest to start dancing with them. They were so much younger than you and full of life. You smiled watching them but never dared to join, you stayed seated on the log feeling shy. Even Dutch was swinging around with Molly.

There was a hand that slipped onto your upper back and rested there, warm and gentle. You looked up and saw Arthur standing behind you, a large brown glass bottle in his other hand. He gave one of his small and half smiles down to you. You felt a wave of happiness and joy beat from your heart when you saw him. 

He leaned down and got close to your ear like he was going to whisper a secret to you, “You should dance with me, darlin,” He asked quietly.

You quickly shook your head, “No,” Your voice was small but you felt a smile tug at your lips oddly, “I couldn’t, I’m no good at that. I’ll look like a fool.”

This time Arthur shook his head, “You’ll look beautiful,” Those words made you feel like a schoolgirl confronting her crush. Arthur pressed a kiss into your cheek and the whiskers from his five o’clock shadow tickled the skin along your neck. It caused you to giggle out behind your hand.

It took you a second to make up your mind. You took the bottle from his hand and downed what was left of the rum inside. Something about that made Arthur smile wide and let out a low single chuckle, “Fine,” You said as you tossed the empty bottle to the ground, “But you’ll own me.”  

As you got up, he took your hand in his and pulled you away, “That’s fine,” You followed him until he took your other hand and pulled you close, “Anything’s worth being with you for a few minutes,” 

What was he doing? You smiled up to him, something about tonight was special and different. Arthur wasn’t much for fun or dancing or really anything. He was a sour old man after all. But here he was with one hand holding yours and another tucked in the middle of your back. Maybe he drank a little too much, or maybe he just loved you more than anything.

But you danced with him for the first time in years. The music was quick but not to fast, the song was funny but it was older than you and you knew every word. And not once did you take your eyes off Arthur. You couldn’t be bothered to look around the camp to see who else was dancing or who might be watching you. Every once and a while you were spun around once or twice and pulled back to him soon enough. 

You loved him so much and he made you feel lighter than air. How in the world did you get so lucky to find a man like him? He squeezed your hand and gave a quick tug and pulled you right up against him. He loved whispering secrets to you, he was a very private person, “This isn’t so bad, is it?”

You giggled a few times, “It’s perfect,” You rested your cheek against his, “I love you, you know that?” 

The two of you slowed enough to sway back and forth to the tempo of the song that half of the gang was still singing. You looked around a noticed it was only the two of you now. Everyone else was at the fire a few feet away.

“I would hope so,” Arthur’s breath warmed your skin. He brought your hand up to his chest, placing your lock hands together between the two of you while his other hand was at your side holding you close, “Because I love you more than anything in the world.”

“You promise?”

You liked the way his voice sounded as he said, “Forever,” You pulled away slightly so you could look up at him. He stared down at you as you stopped swaying and stretched on your tiptoes to grab at his hat on the top of his head. You used his hat as a wall between you and the gang only a few feet away as you stole a kiss from Arthur.

He gladly let you take it, in fact, he stole a few of his own before he took his hat from your hand and put it on your head, “Come on, darlin” Arthur started to pull you away from the heat of the camp and away from everyone else, “Lets get away from here,” He gave you this look that sparked a wildfire in your heart.

With a grin, you squeezed his hand then yanked it away before flashing a cheeky smile. You broke into a run and dashed away from him, just enough to be out of reach. 

At first, he was surprised but it didn’t take long for him to take the bait and chase after you just like you wanted. He let out a playful growl and tried his best to trap you in his arms again. You left the camp and everyone behind as you dashed past tents and in between wagons. You only made it to just outside your tent. Arthur didn’t waste a second snatching you up and he kissed you quickly with both of his hands on either side of your face. 

When he pulled away he was slightly out of breath, the corners of his lips rose into a gentle smile as he gave a single shake of his head, “I’m getting too old for this shit,” He wheezed out slightly.

“You barely even ran,” You joked back, “Besides,” You started to pull away from him again but he wouldn’t let you. So instead you got closer and pressed a kiss into that special little spot behind his jaw and under his ear, “You can’t be tired yet,” The way said that in that little tone sent a chill down Arthur’s spine, “We still gotta fuck.” You blurted it out so bluntly and seriously that it made him Arthur laugh harder than you expected him to.

He just shook his head a couple times, he couldn’t get over how much he loved you and how you could say something like that. He kept giggling to himself, “Yes,” He looked at you still with a smile on his face, “Yes we do.”

God, you loved him so much. And you knew he loved you just as much, maybe even more. You grabbed his hand and disappeared into your tent for the night. More than happy to have Arthur all to yourself.

[loove-persevering]

Because I Had you (Shawn Mendes Imagine) Part 1

Description: I have been wanting to write this for a while! This is based off the song Because I had you and will be two parts in two different point of views. One point of view is who the song was written about the girl Shawn was in love with, and the second point of view is told from the girl after her the one he say’s might help him forget but he could never love her in comparison. 

 THIS PART IS FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF THE GIRL THE SONG WAS WRITTEN ABOUT. 

 You were sitting in your apartment with your boyfriend who was doing the dishes after you had a night out together with a bunch of friends, you were scrolling through your phone when your timeline started to blow up. 

 omg shawn wrote because I had you about Y/N 

BECAUSE I HAD YOU WOW 

imagine being the girl shawn dates next after hearing because I had you lmao

 You were confused as to what they were talking about since you and Shawn had broken up months ago. You had followed a bunch of his fans when you were dating and would never unfollow them no matter how much they tweeted about him. You type in Shawn’s name to the search bar something you weren’t use to doing, his new album had just dropped at midnight. Curious to see why everyone was mentioning you in a specific song you open apple music and type in his name once again. You had heard his first single release of Lost In Japan and you were proud of him and were excited to hear the rest, even though you didn’t end up working out you would still always support him. 

 You click on the song turning the volume down slightly as you hear his familiar voice play through the speaker, 

I think it’s time that I be honest 

Should’ve told you not to go 

You felt your jaw drop slightly at hearing the lyrics and basically bringing you immediately back to the last time you had saw him. You listen on carefully and you then open safari on your phone looking up the lyrics, wanting to not miss a word. You read in shock still listening to his voice at how descriptive he actually got in the song, the story it’s self nobody would know just how accurate it was when you broke up.  

‘‘Is that his new song?’‘ You hear your boyfriend ask from behind you. You turn your head and look at him with sympathy, compared to Shawn your current boyfriend lived the most ordinary of lives. You met a few months after you and Shawn had broke up and despite caring about how people would see it you fell for him almost instantly, and he fell back not caring that paparazzi were still following you around taking note on everything you did. 

 ‘’Yeah, sorry people just started tweeting and I wanted to listen,’’ You say and he comes over sitting down next to you on the couch putting his arm around you. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ You say feeling the need to express it again. 

‘‘You don’t have to apologize, you’re a curious person,’‘ He says simply. He wasn’t wrong and so you both sit in silence and keep listening. 

You’re with somebody I can’t be 

But I can tell that you’re happy 

  You glance over at him his face hard not in anger but just not showing much emotion. He had a lot of insecurities when you began dating, he felt like he would never live up to ‘’The Shawn Mendes’’ it was ridiculous to you but you could understand why he felt that way. You did your best to assure him you were over Shawn and you were but you didn’t expect for him to release a song so personal, so accurate to the actual events. 

FLASHBACK

  You walk into your and Shawn’s shared hotel room, you had both been quiet the entire ride back the tension was thick the entire way home. You were tired of always following Shawn around, and even though you could stay home being away from him at the time seemed to feel so much longer than what it was. I sigh looking over to him, ‘’I don’t know if I can keep doing this Shawn,’’ You say to him. 

‘‘Doing what?’‘ He says the hurt laced through his voice. 

‘‘I can’t just keep following you around Shawn, I love you and you know I do but I don’t think I can keep up.’‘ You tell him truthfully. The lifestyle seemed so glamorous from far away but when it was close up it wasn’t all that great. It was long nights away from family and friends, it was not knowing what state you were in and trying to figure out the next time you’d be home to see your sister. ‘‘I have a degree I haven’t even put to use Shawn,’‘ You explain to him. 

 ‘’So you want to leave?’’ He asks you. 

‘‘I want to settle down somewhere yes,’‘ You tell him. You watch as he kicks his food against the table, ‘‘I thought that I could handle it all, being away from my family but I don’t think I can.’‘ 

 He sighs running his hand through his hair, ‘’Tour is almost over we can get a bigger place together-’’ He tries to say. 

‘‘That’s not what I mean Shawn!’‘ You yell at him and he goes completely silent. ‘‘What’s gonna happen when you have another tour? Am I just suppose to pack everything back up?’‘ You ask him. 

‘‘You know you don’t have to come with me,’‘ He explains. 

‘‘If I want to ever see you yes I do! If I want to be able to spend time with you then I have to come.’‘ You say sternly.

 ‘’Am I not worth that?’’ He screams, his voice going raw, ‘’You don’t think I know how hard it is?’’ He says disbelief in his voice. 

‘‘Shawn,’‘ You say sincerely, ‘‘I love you so much,’‘ You say a sob making it’s way out your throat, ‘‘But you can’t hate me for not wanting this for myself, I want to go home to the same place every night. I want to get a career and maybe go back to school,’‘ You try and explain. 

 ‘’I’m not mad, I just thought that it was you and me,’’ He says and you felt your heartbreak to see him so distraught. 

 ‘’I should go,’’ You say to him, and he sits on the couch not saying a word. You walk in front of him bending down placing one last kiss on his cheek, ‘’I am sorry, I love you.’’ You tell him as the tears stream down your face. 

 You quickly walk to the door of the hotel, your luggage hadn’t been delivered yet so you were going to see if you could get it from downstairs. You open the door hearing the click, you stop standing at the door to turn and see if Shawn would try and stop you. You hated to admit it but if he asked you knew you’d stay, you watch as his head is buried in his hands. You take the step out of the door way hurrying down the hall, you reach your hand up wiping the stream of tears that had kept falling. He gave you all the trust, all of his heart and you did the one thing you promised you never would; you broke it. 

END OF FLASHBACK

 After a the song ended you sat your phone down and talked with your boyfriend assuring him that this was the place you wanted to be. Once he went to bed you stayed up and decided to scroll through your phone, you read as the tweets kept coming in about various songs on the album. You kept scrolling and find a few tweets talking about a girl 

I wonder how you know who felt about the song

Damn Shawn shouldn’t have started dating someone else if he isn’t over his last girl I mean...

 Shawn was dating someone else? You quickly opened up safari once again and look up ‘’Shawn girlfriend’’ Into the search bar and quickly many pictures and articles filled up the screen, of Shawn and a beautiful girl. You didn’t feel any jealousy at all toward the situation, you only felt empathy for the girl. What did she think of the song? Had he told her about you? 

 You look up her Instagram and scroll through her pictures, some of them had Shawn in them but not a lot. They didn’t seem to have been dating that long but you knew if she heard the song it would hurt, you hoped Shawn would have given her a warning at least. 

 You had contemplated messaging her telling her how sorry you were about the song, but it wasn’t your fault it was Shawn’s he should be apologizing to her not you. You still felt a pang of guilt that you had set this up for her, you had broke him and left her to pick up the pieces, and that was something that sat heavy on your shoulders. 

 You get up off the couch walking to your room wanting nothing more than to go to bed, you get into bed and lay there a few moments staring at the ceiling, your boyfriend rolls over and pulls you into him and you fell asleep quickly, thinking about the other girl and how she must feel to be told that he wouldn’t love her all because he couldn’t get over you. 

part 2

[tingleparker]

Life in heartbeats

Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Request: Lmao no. (Got inspo from a manga :))

•Warnings: Fluffy(ish), angst, really badly written & Fictional

•Summary: AU! In a world where the number of your heartbeats are set for you. Meet Y/n, scared to live her life to the fullest until she meets Tom.

•Word count: 1.8k

A/n: Sorry I haven't posted in so long and i'm sorry for this rushed mess.

‘Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats.’

Everyone is born with a set number of heartbeats, averagely we live to the age of 70; giving everyone roughly over 3 billion heartbeats. A little baby girl layed in the hospitals' incubator, after undergoing a few tests; eyes barely open, wails coming out of her tiny lips. Right in the other room, the parents waited for test results; she seemed normal but you can never know. Her hearing is good, sight is good, reaction is good but the next result left her parents in tears.

Defuncti Cordis; or diseased heart in Latin, is an extremely rare disease. A disease you unfortunately have, something you’ll have to live with till the day you die. Defuncti Cordis is a disease where your number of heartbeats start at a ridiculously low number and it depletes even faster as your heart-rate picks up. Your life number has been totaled to 1,261,440,000 averagely speaking, you’ll live up to the ripe age of 30. You’ve never done exercise or sport of any kind your whole life, you never experienced adrenaline either, all because of this stupid disease; you've never lived your life to the fullest. Here you are now, at the age of 21, you’ve finally moved out much to your parents displease. Finding a small, quaint apartment that is close to the city; it is the perfect place for you. You settle in quite quickly, your casual barista job barely paying the rent. Your dream has always been to become an actress, cheesy right? But you've always waited to become another character, make a story for people. That'll never happen though, your life is slowly coming to an end, though nobody wants to admit it. Technology has advanced so much that there is an app that can track your heartbeats, just with your thumb. You have that app downloaded, looking at it every once in a while. The sun descent on a beautiful Friday evening, you had just cleaned yourself up after work and decided to head up on the apartment roof. A place you only found out about recently and never had the chance to check it out; until now. You pull open the metal door leading up to the roof, the bursts of warm colours shine over you. Taking in the scenery, you didn't realize the figure sitting at the edge staring off into the distance. Once you finally realize the person sitting there, you awkwardly debate what to do. “Uhh hey?” You say, trying your best not to startle whoever it is. “Holy shi- oh my!” A man's voice exclaims, head snapping around to look at you. “Sorry! I just got up here and saw you.” You apologize, explaining the situation. A heat flushing through your cheeks at the awkward situation. Your eyes wander on the man in front of you, a handsome figure making your blush even worse. “No, no. It’s okay, just a fright love.” The alluring man reassures, before turning back around to watch the final moments of the sun setting. You awkwardly shuffled your feet, not knowing what do. Do you walk back inside? Do you go to the other side of the roof? Your thoughts were cut off and your questions given an answer. “So are you going to just stand there?” He asks, turning his head to face you with a cheeky smile and patting the ground next to him. You smile before walking closer to the edge and carefully sitting next to the alluring man, this is the most exciting thing you've ever done. It is reckless, sitting next to a stranger on the edge of a building; given that it wasn't such a high building but it was still a dangerous act. You look out, watching the sky get darker, the sun slowly disappearing; all whilst trying so hard to ignore the handsome man sitting right next to you. “I’m Tom, by the way.” He introduces, breaking the silence. “Y/n.” You reply, turning to see him with a smile on his face; it was such a pretty sight. In your heart, you knew that this man would be a big part in your dwindling life; but you were fine with that. ~ So that's how you met Tom Holland, the next big movie star but to you, he will always be the best thing that has been dropped into your life. Throughout the days, the pair of you talked, texted and hung out every time you both were free. Leading to an evening on the common rooftop. The two of you sat on the exact same ledge as every other day, legs swinging off the edge. Your head leaned on Tom’s shoulder, eyes set on the view in front. “Remember how we met at this exact spot?” Tom asks out of the blue. “Of Course I do, I’ll always remember the day an angel got sent down for me.” You replied, a laugh out of Tom’s mouth but you were being serious. Silence took over once again, but it was a comfortable, content kind. You were now 22, your birthday party thrown by Tom was the best event ever. Your mind going back to think about it, wanting to have these memories forever. Before you could finish playing that day over in your mind, Tom abruptly spoke up. “Y/n.” You look at him, seeing his eyes already on you, you mumble a quiet ‘yeah’ curious on what this was about. “Be my girlfriend?” The question startled you, it was out of nowhere. Of course, you felt something for Tom, honestly who wouldn't? But were you really going to be in a relationship when your life is coming to an end in a few years? You gaze into Tom’s eyes, the spark in them telling you to do it. You need to take risks, live your life how you want. Without a verbal response, you leaned forward boldly and met your lips with his. It was all you ever could imagine, and you knew then you would do anything with Tom. “Is that a yes?” He jokingly asked after you both pulled away for air. “Obviously Moviestar.” At that moment you didn't care if your heart rate rises rapidly, cause you were willing to just live life to the fullest with Tom. ~ The next few months was like living in a fantasy, though you didn't see Tom as often as you would think; as he was out filming. You were so proud of him, living out both your aspirations and being Spiderman? What a dream. It was quite emotional when you told Tom about your disease, but he supported you all the way. He made you feel on top of the world and forget about the stupid disease. It was the day, Spiderman Homecoming was being released in cinemas and you were so excited for Tom. You rushed up the building's stairs to Tom’s apartment, but just before you could knock; you see Harrison coming down the flight of stairs that lead to the roof. “Oh! Hey Haz, here to congratulate the big movie star?” You ask giddy, but finally taking in Harrison's solemn emotion. “Hey Y/n. Yeah, I did. Also came to say goodbye.” Haz answered, confusing you slightly. “Goodbye? Are you leaving?” You question, curiously. “He hasn't told you?” Haz’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, matching yours. “Told me what?” ~ You open the metal door, seeing the love of your life sitting at the very spot you met him. You slowly approached, taking your usual seat next to him; none of you saying a word. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket, slowly clicking onto an app. You slid your hand over Tom’s, bringing it over to your lap; carefully getting his thumb to line up with the screen. “I’m guessing he told you?” Tom’s calm voice spoke. As the app loaded the information, it was the longest few seconds you've ever experienced. 4,800. Those 4 digits showing you Tom’s rapidly depleting heartbeats. “An hour.” Tom confirmed, this angel right here only has an hour left. Tears pricked your eyes, you wanted to be mad at him for not telling you but you couldn't. “When you told me about your disease, I knew you had condition as me. I said nothing, I didn't want you to hold back, I didn't want to hold back; so I lived my life how I wanted with adrenaline. Though I won't be here to see my own movie, I’ll know I spent my life the best I can.” Toms words making your heartbreak, tears flowing down your cheeks. Your shaky hands took hold of his face, staring at the man you've given your whole heart. His eyes glossy but Tom put on that strong facade, knowing it was for you to not worry more but it wouldn't help at this moment. You press your lips on his, slightly tasting tears as they streamed down both your faces now. The pair of you pulled away, foreheads left touching gazing into each other's eyes. You wanted to take all of him in, the time ticking away. “I love you.” Tom whispers for the first time, a sob coming out your mouth. “I love you too.” You say back almost instantly. The hour ticked away, the last minutes with Tom; you wanted to savour every moment. That evening Tom Holland passed away at the young age of 23, leaving Y/n Y/l/n behind with a broken heart. You had so many amazing memories with this angel, you wish you could relive them all. You love all the time you spent with Tom, every single moment. ~ A year has passed since the love of life left you with just memories. Tom’s movie was a big hit, and you hoped that if there was heaven, he would be looking and watching how proud of him you were. Marvel had contacted you, offering a small role; which you instant accepted. You got to live out your dream as a co-star of an Avengers movie, living your life how you wanted. You continued doing acting, something you loved and finally got some adrenaline in your life. As you checked your phone for the last time, you see the low numbers; 4,800. Y/n Y/l/n passed away that day, as the sun was setting; watching it from her building rooftop. But you were content, happy of how life had gone, happy that you met someone who changed it forever and for the best. You don't regret a moment, not even a single heartbeat. 

A/n: I’m sorry that was so scrap ;;

[tydelwve]

Spend It All On You {ch. 4}

Pairing: Calum Hood x fem! reader

Word Count: 2163

Warnings: nun too deep lmao fluff

Series Summary: what happens when one of the hottest bass players in the world offers to be your sugar daddy?

Author’s Note: you knew it’s a collab w my girl faye ( @thesensationalcalum ) Feedback is always appreciated! enjoy xx

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•Calum’s POV•

I couldn’t wipe the grin off of my face when I got home yesterday. Y/N was amazing. Just spending those few hours with her made my entire day. As soon as I walked out of my bedroom, I noticed Ashton laying on my couch.

I walked to the kitchen, made a cup of coffee, and asked, “What are you even doing here?”

“You left early at the club, you weren’t here yesterday, and it’s noon now. I’m just making sure you’re alive,” he joked.

I rolled my eyes and plopped on the couch near him. “I was out with Y/N.”

“Y/N? The girl from the club?”

I looked down with a grin on my face and nodded.

Ashton leaned forward, excitedly questioning, “Do you like her? Are you going to be a thing?”

“We’re just friends, Ashton. She made that clear yesterday.”

Ashton shrugged, “That doesn’t mean it can’t turn into more.”

“We’re leaving on Thursday, Ashton. I doubt I’d ever see her again once we get back home,” I sighed and ran a frustrated hand through my hair.

“Call her. Hang out with her tomorrow. Tell her that you don’t want your friendship or whatever it is to end. I know you, Calum; and, you’re going to regret not taking a chance with her.”

Ashton was right. If I left without at least trying to maintain our friendship, I would probably hate myself next week.

She’s like no one I’ve ever met before. Somehow she’s still single. This angel is walking among earth with no one on her arm. What made her chose to stay single? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice the guys that would ogle at her whenever she walked by.

I was one of them. I just had the courage to talk to her unlike the others.

I pulled out my phone and called her as my heart pounded in my chest.

“Hello?” She questioned.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m actually going to be heading back to California soon-- by soon, I mean Thursday. I was wondering if you’d like to get lunch again before I go?” I rambled. Ashton softly chuckled, and I shot him a look to shut up.

“Uhm, yeah sure. What time is good for you?”

“How does tomorrow sound?”

“Tomorrow is great, I'm guessing you’re gonna pick me up?”

I laughed, “Of course, I am. Chivalry isn’t dead, yet, Y/N.”

She giggled, “Okay, see ya then.”

We both hung up as Ashton raised an eyebrow at me. “You did something. You just look like you planned something. What did you do?”

“I just ordered her some flowers and a fruit assortment. Nothing too major.”

“Nothing too major? Calum, you’ve never done that for any of your exes. She’s special. Admit it.” ~~~ I hit the buzzer for her room and she answered,“Yes?”

“Hey, its Calum.” I didn’t notice how nervous I was until it became too hard for me to say my own name.

“Okay, come on up.” She hit the button to give me access to her floor. I was let in by Alex. It wasn’t hard to tell the she was extremely drunk and even more flirty.

“She will be right out, can i get you something?” Alex questioned.

I gave her a small smile, shook my head, and leaned up against the kitchen counter, “No, I'm good. thank you though.” As I looked around at the apartment, I could definitely tell it was a girls apartment. Purple walls, their fridge decorated with magnets, and the decoration surrounding the walls. It was a warm and welcoming environment.

I guess I could say that their home had its own personality. I felt at home there, safe and comforted by the stillness and soft hum of the buzzing streets. I glance around the kitchen and notice  the stack of money that I left the first night I was here.

I tilted my head, trying to make sense of why it was still there. Maybe I was too forward.

Did she take it the wrong way? Was she insulted by it?

I didn’t mean to make her mad. I just wanted to do something nice and take care of her.

I couldn’t register what emotions were going through me. Part of me was disappointed, but another part was confused as to why it hadn’t been spent. “Hey! you ready?” she asked, walking over to the kitchen table to grab her purse.

She was stunning. She didn’t even have to try to take my breath away. Sometimes I wondered how someone as beautiful as her existed. I snapped out of my daze and responded,  “Yes! And you look very good today.”

She blushed at my comment, and I couldn’t help the sense of pride I felt to have an affect on her. “Bye lex!” She shouted, turned around, and closed the door. “So, where would you like to go?”

We  started to make our way towards the stairs, “I was thinking that we could go to that new sandwich place a couple blocks down? I passed by and i thought you would like it.” “Oh! Are you talking about Wally’s?” She waves to Sandy and they walk out into the crisp fall wind.

I nodded,  “Yeah, Michael says it’s great. He took Crystal there on one of their first dates. Not that- this is a date. Or, anything,” I rambled. My cheeks heated up as Y/n giggled at my words. It was like i was a teenager all over again. I didn’t like it one bit. No girl has had this affect on me in a long time.

As we stood in line, she slightly turned to ask me, “What are you thinking of order-“

“You’re Calum Hood, aren’t you?” She was cut off from a random voice off to the right.

I let out a sigh of a little annoyance.

Could I get just one day of peace? I just want to go out in public and not get mobbed nor bombarded by fans.I love all of my fans. I just wish sometimes i got the quiet moments in public.

I took a picture with the fan and requested, “Hey, could you not, tell anyone about this? We’re just friends but i don't want this getting out of hand.” The fan nodded, and I hoped she understood.

Saying that we were just friends out loud made me realize how slim of a chance that I had to make this anything more.

“Of course, thanks again for the picture!” I kindly smiled and turned my full attention to Y/N.

“Sorry about that.” I quickly apologized and pulled out my wallet.

“I’ll pay for mine, don't worry.” She protested.

I shook my head and smiled,  “No its fine. Let me, we probably aren't gonna see each other for a while. What do you want?”

She quickly scanned the menu and answered, “Just get me a BLT, no mayo. I’m gonna go find us a table.”

I nodded as she walked away and stepped towards the counter. “What can I get for you, sir?”

“Just two BLTs . Both with a side of fries please.”

“That’ll be $16.42. Can I get a name for the order?”

“Hood.” I handed her a twenty out of my wallet and let her keep the change. After getting the receipt, I walked over to the booth Y/N chose. I slid into the other side of the booth and awkwardly smiled as she looked up at me. “So..”

“So.”

The both of us bursted into fits of laughter to break the awkwardness. “So i don't really know that much, about you. i mean, we did have sort of a date yesterday, but i think i did all the talking. Like I'm doing right now.” There I go again, rambling like an idiot.

She smiled, looking down at her hands. I made her do that. I was the reason she felt flustered.

I’ll mark that off my mental checklist again.

“Okay, well. There isn't that much to know if I'm being honest. I am not that interesting,” she softly replied.

I rested my chin on my hand, “Come on. There has to be something.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Well. I’m from Queens, i’m an only child, uhh, i went to NYU, and now i work at central perk, and I'm a receptionist at Taylor and Hill day spa.” She tapped her fingers on the wooden table,

I playfully rolled my eyes, “When you put it like that, it sounds way boring. C’mon, just tell me a few stories.” They called my name for the order, and i went to receive it and bring it back to the booth. I placed both of our sandwiches down before getting rid of the tray and sliding across from her. “Okay. Story time. You tell one, i tell one,” I announced.

Y/n took a bite of her sandwich and sighed. “Oh! well, when i was seven, i was going to my aunt’s house, and up to this point i had really wanted a turtle. So, we were driving and there was a huge turtle in the middle of the road. So, we pulled over, found a box in the back of our car and we kept it. And three days later, it ran away.”  

“You’re lying. How could a turtle run away? They can’t even run!” I argued.

She ate another fry and shrugged her shoulders, “I don't know! One day Tina was there, and the next Tina was gone.”

I laughed and muttered, “Tina the turtle, that is amazing.” I dipped a fry in ketchup and sighed, “Well, before i tell you a story, i have a question. Were you offended about the money?” She took a swig of her water and sat it down.

“I saw it laying on your counter.” She sighed. I could tell that she didn’t know how to answer my question.

“Well, I wasn't offended, i was just… caught off guard, i guess. I didn't expect you to give me twelve thousand dollars. Who would though?”

I nodded. She had a point. I’d probably be caught of guard if a person I just met gave me a lump sum of money the same night. “You're right. But do with it as you please.” I suggested.

I wish I could have avoided the silence that followed. I’m a fucking idiot. Why didn’t I think of how sketchy it would be to receive money from someone who is basically a stranger?

“That’s the thing, i don't know what to do with it. I personally, would feel wrong using it. Because in a way, you gave it to me out of pity. So that’s where I am. I know for sure Alex wouldn't have a problem using it.”

“Why would you feel wrong using it?” Calum asked, slightly intrigued.

That’s what I am afraid of-- turning her way and making her not want to hang out with me. I may have single handedly ruined any chance I have with Y/N. I don’t want to lose her over this money bullshit.

“Because…you felt bad because of my situation and because you do have lots of money, you decided to give me some. Don’t feel bad, please. I can’t stand it when people feel bad, especially when i am on the other end of it.” In all honesty, I didn’t know how to respond to that. I would love to say that she wasn’t right, but a part of me knew that she was a little. I did feel bad, but that wasn’t the only reason I gave it to her.

“I gave you that money because you don’t deserve to be swamped with bills. Y/N, you’re brilliant, beautiful, and a lot of other amazing adjectives. You deserve to live happy and carefree. Or at least spend a little money on yourself.” I tried to explain.

“Well. thank you for the offer, but I don’t want it. Yes, I may be struggling, but that doesn’t change what makes me happy. It actually makes me value the good times more. Maybe you should try it,” she shrugged.

I snorted, “Try it? What do you mean?”

She leaned forward. “You’ve been on the scene for a while, Calum. You’re used to buying expensive things and extravagant gifts. If you can go a month without buying anything extremely overpriced, then I’ll consider using the money. Life’s about the moments.”

She had to be crazy. I’m not obsessed with money. Sure, it’s nice to not have to worry about how much something is, but I definitely don’t have an attachment to it.

Me, being the cocky bitch I thought I was, responded, “I can definitely do that. I’ll send you cheap little gifts to prove it.”

She smirked and leaned back, “oh, this’ll be fun.”

If only I knew how fun it was actually going to be.

•••

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another story idea firesonic152 and i hashed out via discord, wherein Jack has some anger issues and Gabe gets a kick out of it.

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 bro we should do a wrong number meetcute i can't think of what the hilarious out of context first text should be though

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 hmmm... one of them ranting about annoying customers or a drnk text? something really odd?

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 or a super intense threat XDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 omg XD

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 jack being like "i swear to fucking christ you better sleep with one eye open for the rest of your short life because i am not going to rest until you're dead"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 jack sending this crazy angry text with an insanely over the top and specific bloody threat and gabe sending back 'not the guy your looking for, but i'm totally using that for my band's next song, thx'

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 XDDDDD "unless i am the guy you're looking for in which case i must ask why"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 lol

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 WHO WAS JACK THREATENING THOUGH

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 gabe waiting a while before Jack texts back again, and when it comes thru it's just 'is this the jackass from upstairs who keeps coming back drunk at 3 am and climbed the fucking fire escape last night and crashed through my window thinking my apartment was his buddy's next floor up and left a half eaten pan of brownies and a bunch of unwashed dishes as an apology because that was NOT a fun situation to come home to after pulling a double'

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 AHAHAHA gabe is like "wow i sound like a real asshole"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 'if you're not him then send me a pic so i can go kick his roomamate's ass into next week for giving me the wrong fucking number'

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 LOLL gabe is like "well considering you sound like a crazy axe murderer, i'm not sure i want you to have my face" "send me yours first ;)"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 GABE DON'T FLIRT WITHT HE CRAZY AXE MURDERER

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 jack replies "I JUST POURED OUT MY LIFE STORY TO YOU ASSHOLE" Lol

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 jack is like, super reluctant to do it and it turns out that he already has those gnarly scars

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 ahhhhhh he prefaces the picture with "i promise it's not as bad as it looks" gabe is ?? and then jack sends a picture finally (after taking ages to find a marginally okay selfie) and gabe is !!! "bro you didn't tell me you were hot"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 the little typing dots show up and stop a few times before Jack's next message comes through: 'i swear to GOD you had better not be that littl punk'

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 AHAHA gabe sends a picture back and jack is just JESUS CHRIST "so what's the verdict, axe murderer. can i keep my head" "man i'd gladly GIVE you head" "i mean. uh" "shit"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 jack JACK you fucking T Y P E D that to him

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 AHAHA

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 Gabe: moving a bit fast there, sunshine. you wanna buy a guy dinner first? Jack doesn't know how to react to being called Sunshine

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 he sets teh phone down very carefully, as if it might bite. he tries to go about cleaning up his kitchen, but he keeps glancing at it. the guy who isn't the little punk HAD to have been fucking with him. right? RIGHT?? twenty minutes later, Jack decides on a response: 'are you fucking with me?'

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 LOL JACK YOU ARE OPENING YOURSELF UP TO SO MANY REPLIES

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 XD i couldn't pick one to send spoiled for choice, there

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 gabe is like "do you want me to be fucking you" "*with you" jack is like "FUCK YOU YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 gabe just sends back a winky face gabe stop flirting with an axe murderer

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 Jack too frustrated to continue, thinking he'll drop it now, clean up a bit, and try again later when maybe he can manage to flirt his way into meeting this guy at a bar or something. 'gotta go clean my kitchen' he nearly chokes when the reply text comes back: 'what are you wearing?'

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 OMG jack replies "asshole i already sent you a pic" "also i don't even know your name" "gabe" "after all that fuss about the picture you're just giving me your name??" "i mean yeah you already know what i look like. might as well"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 Jack lists him as 'asshole' in his contacts like, all of Jack's contacts are named by insults--his manager is dickhead, the apartment complex office is cocksuckers, even his friends are things like nutjob and psycho and UNHOLY TERROR. the only normal one is Mom.

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 LMAO jack finally grumblingly is like "i'm wearing sweatpants jesus" "JUST sweatpants?" "you're pushing it" omg yay this is becoming one where jack's anger outweighs his thirst i'm excited

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 XD Jack is like 'i literally JUST told you i just got home from working a double. i'm in last week's undone laundry and too many hours' worth of sweat and grime.' he has a moment of doubt after sending it, thinking that he might have just blown his chance of getting laid, but he's too tired and pissed off to really care. he can barely believe the next text that comes through. 'dirty boy, huh? i don't mind filthy.'

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 HAHAHA GABE IS TRYING SO HARD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 scars look good. X'D

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 jack is like "if i send you another pic will you leave me alone for the night" gabe eventually gets a nice tiddy pic out of jack lol and by that i mean the tits are nice but the camera work is lazy and annoyed

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 or, Jack sends what would have been a dick pick if he hadn't purposefully censored the important bits with a single finger salute

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 LOLL gabriel's so hyped about this new daydream material

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 gabe sends him a selfie doing the nice gesture :ok_hand:  but held up to his mouth with an expression to make it obscenely suggestive

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 lmsncsdckjnc and he's casually shirtless, though the picture doesn't focus on it jack finds himself staring at it more than necessary

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 jack laughs shortly, a bit charmed in spite of himself

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 jack puts the phone down, kinda determined not to talk to gabe anymore. but the very next day something annoying happens at work and he immediately yells at gabe about it. gabe keeps up with all the flirty innuendos but he's actually nice to talk to jack can rant his heart out and gabe doesn't try to tell him what to do or anything, just makes jokes and shit out of it that actually make jack feel better

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 Jack in a pissy mood one day and after he's done ranting about whatever petty shit happened to him, he lays into Gabe like 'why the fuck is it always me bitching about everything don't you have some complaints? you don't say shit about yourself asshole.' he has to wait just a bit for an answer, which is unusual, and he's startled when it arrives. 'i want to meet you.'

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 hhhhhhhhh jack is like oh god oh no "however angry you think i am over text, i can guarantee i am a million times more angry in person" gabe's like "that's hot" jack's like "NO"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 i am vengeance!

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 gabe's like "come onnnn didn't you promise to murder me" "how you gonna do that if you don't meet me" "trust me asshole i can think of plenty of ways"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 Gabe being all 'at least give me something else to work with aside from that one cockup of a dick pic you sent. my imagination's running out of fuel.'

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 does gabe finally just like show up at jack's job LOL FIRST MORE AWKWARD SEXTING

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 what if they just start sexting first XD yeah but like. actual sexting, rather than just teasing pics.

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 NOW JACK SENDS THE TIT PIC he's like at work and just kinda pulls the collar of his shirt away and snaps a pic real quick gabe is like holy shit i'm actually thankful for your shitty camerawork bc now i know for sure those are real

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 XD gabe getting jack so worked up at work that jack has to go duck into the men's room or a supply closet or something

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 LOL the image of jack pissed off as hell that he's turned on and angrily jerking off between yelling at gabe via text in a freaking closet or whatever

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 jack holding the phone in one hand, his dick in the other, furiously pumping and even more furiously cursing gabe's name and while he's at it accidentally calling gabe in the middle of his tirade

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 AHHH gabe picks up and just hears a series of increasingly loud and creative curses

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 towards the end of it, Gabe finally breaks radio silence with something like 'you've got a sexy voice' and Jack, immediately comes, and after a startled moment that ruins the relief, he absolutely tears into Gabe for having been eavesdropping

Gabe just laughs, and the sound is so warm and rich that it cuts straight through Jack's anger, making him shiver, and if he hadn't just jerked off, he knows he'd be halfway ready to just after that

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 AHHH jack you angry thirsty bitch he growls "fuck you asshole you'd better make this worth my while" gabriel hums and says "well i was thinking about you and-" jack cuts him off "LATER OH MY GOD YOU FUCK I'M AT WORK"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/26/2017 Gabe laughs again, that wonderful, damnable sound. 'working hard, Sunshine?' The noise Jack makes is priceless and Gabriel is doubled over with laughter as Jack hangs up on him

firesonic152 - 10/26/2017 eeeeeee jack kicks the wall hard enough to dent and hates that he's thinking about it still gabe texts jack later that night like "so you in bed?" jack's like "no dick i'm in my kitchen microwaving shitty leftovers"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 gabe why are you putting up with this abuse? XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 because jack is hilarious to fuck with AND has amazing tits

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 the tits again. damn them. they're too powerful.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 yep jack is like "what the fuck would you have done if i wasn't gay" gabe's like "well probably keep teasing you until you saw the light" "you're a cocky motherfucker aren't you" "i got all the cock in the world for you sweetheart <33"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 omg XD <3<3<3 A+ 'i fucking hate you, you know that right?' 'you big softie.' 'i mean it cockbite you're a fucking annoyance. now are you gonna show me your dick or not?'

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 LOL JACKIE gabe sends a picture and jack is like "jesus christ. that's not a dick that's a weapon. you were the murderer all along." gabe is like "OMG jack did you just make a JOKE" jack, furiously lubing his fingers: fuck off you dickfaced piece of fuck

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 XD under the incredibly thin pretense that it's easier to talk than text while they do this (as if they haven't managed before) Jack calls Gabe and demands they use speakerphone

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 heheheheee gabe is obscenely good at dirty talking, jack just kinda groans curses and tells gabe to shut the fuck up he's got four fingers in his ass and gabriel telling him how good he is, how sexy he sounds, so on and so on- and jack finally moans gabe's name he's never once said it before

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 when Gabe teasingly asks if he ought to keep quiet, Jack, flustered responds with 'no, DON'T shut the fuck up--just--shut the fuck up..! goddamnit Gabe you shit fucking asshole!'

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 eeeeeeeee gabriel was so smooth this whole time but his voice finally cracks a little and he starts coming undone and jack is like HOLY SHIT

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 jack realizing that he's going to have to break down and meet Gabe in person, and the entire remaining few minutes before he comes, every swear that passes his lips is more out of anxiety over the meeting than any immediate need for release.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 ahhhh gabe .... jack i meant jack LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 gabe keeps babbling about how bad he wants to touch jack, get his mouth on those perfect tits, mark him up and finger him senseless, THEN fuck him jack is Dying

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 after jack comes, while he's just relaxed enough not to care, he mutters 'you're not gonna like me.' Gabe recognizes it as Jack's agreement to finally meet, and he can't help the surge of triumph. he tries not to sound too smug--just in case--when he reminds Jack that they've been talking for weeks and that, if he was gonna dislike Jack, he'd certainly have figured that out already.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 AHHHH does jack admit that he likes gabe or is it too soon >w>

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 too soon, i think. he's only just worked up the courage to meet the guy he's done nothing but cuss at and lust over via text for weeks XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 >w<

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 so, what does Gabe suggest for their first date? few rounds at a gym? barfight?

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 LOL jack is like "you know me so well" this is when gabe awkwardly drops in while jack's at work?? XD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 and jack immediately gets an awkward boner? XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 HAHA

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 looks up, sees Gabe, chokes on his own spit, points across the room and shouts 'get the fuck out of here!'

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 AHAHAHA where does he work and does he have to wear a stupid uniform one of those dumb aesthetic diners?? well either way jack is SO MAD especially because gabe's voice triggers a pavlovian response at this point

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 i was thinking garage, so he's all greasy and gross and in one of those ugly onesie jumpsuits

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 ahhhh yessss he's all flustered and when he gets flustered he gets Punchy gabe can't tell if his face is bright red from embarrassment or fury

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 XD both. both is good.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 and he's all self-conscious about the random smears of oil and whatever on his face and in his hair but he keeps nervously running his fingers through his hair and making it Worse gabe wants to kiss him so bad

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 GABE WASN'T EXPECTING HIS OWN AWKWARD BONER

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 HAHAHA he really does like em filthy >w> jack is all over the place and gabe is just kinda watching him rage in a daze. all he can think about is how much he wants those greasy, work-roughened hands on him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 Jack coming over to shoo Gabe out, but when he grabs Gabe's arm to steer him toward the door, Gabe manages to snag a bit of his coveralls and mutter 'where were you hiding that time?'

Jack curses vehemently beneath his breath, because even thinking about how crowded close they would be in that tiny supply closet has him uncomfortably hard, and being so close to fucking Gabe and his stupid fucking face and his intoxicating goddamn smell and the huge fuck off cock that Jack knows is waiting for him is too much

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 AAHDALIDNASDKJNCJCN jack gives him a hard shove in the right direction and snarls "get over there" .... oh lol that's a game line XDD gabe stumbles into the closet and turns around to jack slamming the door shut in his face and locking him in there

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 OMG XD JAAAACK

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 HE'S AT WORK AND GABE IS DISTRACTING and he's a bad combo of horny and pissed

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 gabe texting him from the closet a series of increasingly more risque photos better be careful no one finds him and calls the cops XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 ahahahahaha jack finally gets to his lunch break and slams into the closet, immediately just on gabriel's mouth and yanking at his clothes gabriel is suddenly incredibly aware of the fact that jack is actually just a tiny bit taller than him they bang painfully into various shelves and random shit but neither of them stop. gabriel is delighted that it only seems to make jack more intense.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 gabe asking jack between hasty kisses how long his lunch break is and trying to make a bet with him on how many times he can make him come before he has to get back

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 hhhhhhhhhhh somehow jack ends up hoisted up against the door with his legs around gabe's waist and gabe's fingernails drawing blood from his thighs haaa wait jack is wearing a jumpsuit

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 not anymore XD Jack's cussing reaches new levelsof inventiveness as they fight with the layers of his clothing

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 simultaneously threatening gabriel with death if he tears his uniform while also threatening death if he doesn't get his clothes off immediately

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 ahahaha what if they get discovered before they actually really get anywhere like they're just aggressively grinding and then someone bangs on the door and is like MORRISON WTF GET BACK TO WORK let the tension build until his shift is over >w>

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 omg jack gets done with his shift and texts gabe his address and is all 'IF YOU AREN'T FUCKING THERE TO MEET ME AND READY TO FINISH WHAT WE FUCKING STARTED I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS HOLY I WILL FLAY YOU AND USE YOUR HIDE LIKE A BEARSKIN RUG'

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 AHAHA YEP gabe gets there and barely has time to knock on the door before jack is yanking him inside and they're making out against a random wall gabe ends up fucking jack for the first time over his kitchen counter

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 lol i'm just imagining Jack cussing up a storm when he has to wash his greasy, gritty handprints off the backsplash later XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 LOL gabe bends him over the counter and jack snarls "you motherfucker i make FOOD here" but when gabe tries to pull away jack is like "GABRIEL I SWEAR TO GOD FUCK ME RIGHT NOW"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 just no pleasing him XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 it turns out jack was just really really hangry

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 omg. gabe REALLY needs to bring handcuffs and a gag into this relationship.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 once gabe fucks him a whole bunch jack mellows out a startling amount for brief periods of time immediately afterward AHAHA YES

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 lol turns into slug jack

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 yeppp after being fucked, jack drops like a rock goes immediately into slug form which lasts for between 5 minutes and 3 hours depending on how hard they went

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 gabe thinks this is the funniest shit ever

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 takes lots of pics

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 the best part is he knows for a fact that almost no one has experienced slug jack it's just for him XDD but then jack goes back to his usual temperamental self in no time which gabe loves too <33

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 gabe has a skewed sense of humor in this one XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 yep XDDD ahhhhh but then everything changed when the Feelings attacked

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 XD omg timing. i'm seriously about to drop feelings tomorrow?

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 ME TOO NGL,,, SOUNDS GOOD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 yey XD <3<3<3

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 GOOD NIGHT

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 night night. hope you sleep well. <3

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 <333 LOL okay so plot twist for this angry jack and weird sense of humor gabe

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 ???????

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 jack gets feelings first :3c

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 =O ohhhh he would be SO FUCKED i love it XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 >w< gabe's having a grand old time but he's not sure if it's serious or if he wants it to be serious meanwhile jack trips and plunges straight into a bottomless pit of Feelings

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 oh noooo so does jack, like, in his angry, cuss-y way...try to...talk about it??

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 HAHAHA well first he has to randomly get even more irritable than usual for seemingly no reason also starts being more aggressive about sex bc hey that's the reason gabe's here right which gabe is happy to oblige of course but it is weird

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 i'm just trying to wrap my head around how angry this Jack would have to get in order for Gabe to notice. maybe it's not just that--maybe he actually starts, like, not answering texts right away--sort of how he would do back when they first met not quite avoiding Gabe, but something's off. and his insluts feel a bit forced and stale. they don't flow so readily. XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 heeheeee jack is caught between "do i try to be more pleasant so maybe he'll like me back or do i try to make him go away before it gets painful"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 oh jacki

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 omg jack awkwardly haltingly asking if gabe wants to go out to eat he means it as a date but gabe takes it as casual dinner

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 OH NO GABE BUNNY SUNSHINE BBY NO Jack trying to get himself cleaned up all pretty for gabe actually  buys a nie set of clothes

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 AHHHHH and he thinks he's being So painfully obvious about his crush, gabe HAS to know right? but no. gabe just thinks he's being a little off.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 gabe sees him in khakis and...i don't know...a sweatervest or something and laughs and asks who died

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 ALIENACKISA woah accidentally spelled alien with my keysmash nice :alien:

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 geez though jack would be Livid either that or shut down a little some weird combination of the two

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 gets livid first, then just kinda shuts down and gives up. he's unnaturally quiet thru the meal, responding only when absolutely necessary, and then usually in grunts. it's enough that even Gabe realizes that something's wrong. his first guess: 'shit, Jack, did someone actually die?' only Jack's budding hopes for their relationship

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 skjfnsejkcnesjkfnsecjkn jack grumbles "if only" subtext: somebody is going to die and jack hasn't decided if it will be gabriel or himself yet

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 X'D brb--time for tea

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 ooo that's a good idea jack is quietly fiddling with his pasta, only kinda nibbling at it. gabe decides to test the waters with the worst corn-related jab he can come up with. jack gives him a look but doesn't respond. gabe concludes that jack must be dying of cancer or something

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 XD HE'S DYING OF HEARTBREAK GABE CAN'T YOU SEE???

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 oh god. so, what if Gabe, like, pesters an answer out of him, and Jack kinda mutters 'I like you' and Gabe s COMPLETELY not expecting this OR for Jack to apparently be in earnest about it, and he laughs. Just a short laugh, the sort of laugh that bursts out when you're completely stunned by something a need a moment to process. But Jack takes it completely the wrong way. Gabe get's a second's warning in the almost murderous look on Jack's face, then he gets decked and ends up laid out on the floor and stuck with the check.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 kajcnaksjcnakcjnsakcj jack completely breaks his nose gabe ends up having to go to the er real quick for that lmao

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 omg they avoid each other for a good whie afterwards. Gabe is mad bc Jack actually hit him. Jack is pissed bc Gabe didn't get it. Gabe's the first one that caves, texting Jack about being owed an apology. Jack doesn't answer, and it's a full day before Gabe tries again.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 omg bratty gabe another plot twist

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 you have one, or bratty gabe is one? also i think gabe is justified XD

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 bratty gabe is one XDD he's definitely justified in being bratty it's just funny lol

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 when Gabe follows up the next day and sees that Jack is going to try to ignore him again, it sets off his temper. He sends text after text after text until he finally gets a string of mismatched curses followed by WHAT from Jack

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 ahhhhh gabe is like DON'T WHAT ME YOU BROKE MY NOSE jack sends a very non-genuine sorry

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 so fucking sowwy i hurt the widdle baby's feewings. fuck off asshole. Gabe calls him. Jack ignores it. When Gabe starts calling back every time it goes to voicemail, Jack turns his phone off and flings it across the room. He settles in with a movie and orders a pizza. When he hears teh door, he automatically goes and opens it, and is taken by surprise when Gabe comes barreling in, demanding to know what the FUCK his problem is.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 JAACK you can't escape

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 'Why the fuck did you hit me?? That's a pretty damn mixed signal.' Jack does NOT want to have this conversation. He turns his back on Gabe, goes to pick up his phone as if he hadn't flung it away half an hour ago, and curses about the screen being broken. 'Jack. I came here to get an answer. You owe me that much, at least. My nose looks like a fucking beet.' 'Ha. Now I'm not the only one with an ugly mug. Least yours isn't permanent.' The pizza guy arrives, giving Jack another small break and he tips big in gratitude, then tries to shoo Gabe away. 'I only ordered for one.' 'Jack you stubborn fucking bastard, was it all your goddamn idea of a joke or something?' 'Oh, yeah, ha ha REAL FUNNY the big angry guy with the scars has feelings! What a goddamn RIOT.' 'That's not what I meant.' 'Then why the fuck did you laugh?'

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 ahhhhhhhhhhh gabe doesn't reply right away and jack actually deflates

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 ((i'm so unaccustomed to angry jack that it doesn't even feel like him tbh XD))

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 he rubs at his arm and says "look i get it i'm so fucking amusing to you. but i'm too tired to entertain you right now." lol angry jack is another rare commodity

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 oh god my tiny, emotionally-stunted heart ; ;

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 he just wants gabe to take him seriously a little qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 so, Gabe doesn't have feels yet...? or is this the kick in the pants that makes him realize he doesn't smile immediately upon seeing Jack out of anticipation for hilarity, but rather bc he's genuinely glad to see him?

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 hhhh can't decide if i want more angst or for them to fix it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 if Gabe doesn't have feels, and tries to let Jack down gently, i can't realyl see angry Jack staying with him.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 maybe gabe doesn't really think too hard about it, just tells jack that he misses him. really misses him, not just when he's unintentionally funny, but all the time "i just..." he sighs, trying to swallow his pride. "i'm sorry... i laughed. i was just startled"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 Jack grits his teeth over that, but holds his tongue.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 "i just never know what you're thinking, so... i didn't expect it." "i asked you on a date," jack growls. "we've been having sex like nonstop since we met." apart from the past few days. "what else would i be thinking?" "that... it was casual." gabe shuffles and looks at jack through his lashes. "you meant it? you really..."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 GABE YOU'RE GONNA GET PUNCHED AGAIN

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 jack is flexing his fist threateningly "yes, fuck, i like you." he says it with his usual irritable bluster, but there's a tremble in his voice and it suddenly hits gabe that jack is nervous

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 he's just a big insecure softie under all that bluster, Gabe.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 YEP and gabe didn't really get that until just now he stares at jack open-mouthed and jack actually blushes. "what?"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 gabe.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 LMAO gabe needs to talk to semi-slug jack about this lmao

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 lol no kidding okay, so, when last we left our intrepid heroes, Jack was trying not to crush the pizza that just got delivered as he held it in his large, angry hands while Gabe came to the slow realization that Jack was serious when he claimed to like like him. But to Gabe, they've only ever been friends with benefits.

Gabe, deciding that now is hardly the time to stop being blunt, asks Jack if he's going to invite him to stay for dinner, since he owes him a meal at least after leaving him stuck with the check last time.

Grudgingly, Jack allows him to stay. They sit as far from each other as possible on the couch, open pizza box between them.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 omg the atmosphere is ice cold omg but jack hasn't been sleeping well at all after all this drama and after they put on some dumb show, he quickly starts dozing off gabe moves the box before jack ends up with a face full of grease

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 XD PIZZA FACE! When Gabe tries to help ease Jack down, Jack latches onto him and is snuggly--too far gone towards sleep to be his usual grumpy bear self Gabe is like 'this is not what i came here for.'

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 heeeeee exhaustion induced slug jack he ends up with jack's head pillowed in his lap and a hand running through jack's hair

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY BLESS <3<3<3

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 >w< gabe can't resist dropping a kiss onto jack's temple and jack's nose wrinkles adorably

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 he's kinda sitting there, petting Jack's hair absently while he ponders his predicament he likes Jack, but he likes him as a fun fuckbuddy. He hadn't been thinking about anything more serious, and isn't sure he wants something like that.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 COME ON GABE

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 WELL WE JUST SPRANG IT ON HIM

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 gabe tries to get up but jack just clings more gabe like gently pulls away but jack tugs hard and somehow gabe ends up on his back with a dozing jack curled on top of him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 they doze off like that, only to be awakened with a start at almost three in the morning as the dipshit from upstairs gets back drunk again and starts banging on the door of his apartment to be let in. lol cue early morning grumpy Gabe, slug Jack, and a chance to talk when Jack's awake but too tired to be wrathful

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 YES jack starts mumbling about how he really really likes gabe he knows he's hard to be around and nobody wants to deal with him but gabe still wants to be in his life

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 ohhh ;-;

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 gabe starts to realize how much he means to jack finally lmao

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/27/2017 'jeezus, bro, you couldn't just tell me all this before now?' he slugs Jack lightly in the shoulder, but Jack just huffs and won't make eye contact with him. 'Jack, I--' 'Don't give me an answer right now. I can guess what it'll be.' Gabe consideres him for a minute. Then: 'All right. You mind if I stay over?' Jack shrugs and Gabe grabs his hands to pull him up off the couch. 'All right, big boy. Up you get.' He leads Jack to the bedroom and undresses him before tumbling him into bed. He sheds his own clothes and climbs in after him. Any protests Jack might have made fall silent as Gabe kisses him. He keeps it soft and slow, even as he deepens the kiss. Every move is gentle, intended to comfort. Jack is already drifting back to sleep even as Gabriel strokes him.

firesonic152 - 10/27/2017 hhhhhhhhh QwQ gabes getting feelssss

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/28/2017 lol but Jack waking up and being his normal self, cursing up a blue streak at all the hickies Gabe sucked into his neck last night. without taking about it, they reach an agreement to continue on as they had been. the only change is that Jack is more reticent, less likely to text Gabe first, and more likely to go silent.

firesonic152 - 10/28/2017 ahhhhhhhh he's still aggressive when they makeout and all through foreplay but as soon as gabe is inside him, he stops putting up his usual fight if gabe goes rough he takes it willingly, but he doesn't push back

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/28/2017 omg. like, i really need to turn in but...before that--Gabe starting to get weirded out by how Jack is in bed, so he confronts him about it, says that Jack going all passive makes him feel like the bad guy. and Jack just casually shoots back that there's nothing Gabe can dish out that he can't handle, and Gabe just snaps back with something like 'Jack, I love you, but damn it if you aren't the most stubborn fucking cuss. I just want to know that I'm making you feel good.' And he stops because Jack is gaping at him. '...what?' 'What did you just say?' 'That...I want to make you feel good.' But something is nagging at the back of his mind, and he replays the words and hears what Jack heard and now both of them are staring at each other.

firesonic152 - 10/28/2017 AHHHHHHHH I'M DYING BRO that was gay

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/28/2017 XD GOOD. it was gay and cliche and they can figure out if Gabe meant it tomorrow

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 soozy pay attention to me

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/29/2017 lol sorry what's up?

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 nothing i just miss you XD AND WE NEED TO FIGURE OUT IF GABE MEANT IT if he loves jack yet anyway

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/29/2017 Jack muttering 'You didn't mean that,' as he turns away, but Gabe can see that he's blushing again. 'I didn't mean to say it...' he hedges.

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 hhhhh gabe you coy motherfucker

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/29/2017 maybe he still doesn't know if he means it that way like, Gabe's a sweetheart. he's affectionate, and it just slipped out. but is it really the whole romantic love sort of thing, or just affection?

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 he definitely likes jack a lot, more than anyone he's ever had a thing with. but he doesn't know if he likes jack as much as jack likes him??

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/29/2017 what if he asks for more time, and Jack snaps back that that's all he's been giving him. Hands him excuses, gives him time.

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 gabriel looks pained as he says quietly that he really thinks jack deserves someone who loves him more than anything and he just... wants to make sure he isn't holding jack back from that OR SOMETHING lol

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/29/2017 not holding him back from that by sticking around as a fuck buddy? lol good job, Gbae

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 LOL that's what jack throws in his face SO LIKE. HOW WE GONNA MAKE GABE FINALLY REALIZE HIS FEELINGS I'm dying squirtle we could always fuck up jack somehow

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/29/2017 i mean, it'd prolly be easy enough to just have Jack get tired of waiting and call it off... THEN fuck him up OuO

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 YES AND GABE FREAKS OUT ABOUT THE FACT THAT HE LOST HIS CHANCE W JACK jack spits at gabe that he's tired of waiting for gabe to figure it out and he's done. gabe doesn't have any counterarguments. the last time gabe sees jack is when he walks out the door and turns around to see jack hesitate for just a second, a death drip on the door handle that he could swear is denting it. then a muttered "don't text me" before the door closes in his face. and that's that until jack gets fucked up somehow

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/29/2017 lands himself in the hospital, however he manages it. i guess we can't make it something funny like...he throws a spanner in a fit of rage and it bounces back to hit him in the face? XD

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 LMAO HE LIKE GETS A SERIOUS HEAD INJURY

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/29/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 i was thinking he picks a fight with the wrong people and gets Destroyed

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/29/2017 yah. that was my serious thought. XD drunk bar fight?

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 yeah lmaooo he's like already dangerously intoxicated and then gets beaten within an inch of his life

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/29/2017 alcohol poisoning AND all sorts of blunt force trauma

firesonic152 - 10/29/2017 good combo gabe finds out bc his friend angela is like "bro there's this patient i'm super worried about" she starts going on about how this patient is like really fucked and she starts getting teary eyed over it and at some point she mentions the name jack and gabe can't hear anything else she says until she tells him the last name

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 Gabe sitting by Jack's bedside, desperately wanting him to wake up and be okay, convinced that he irreparably fucked things up between them, but just wanting to know that he'll be okay before he gets out of Jack's life again.

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 ahhh he tries to convince himself that it's only because he feels guilty about how they ended things but deep down he knows it's more than that

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 ;; keeps telling himself that he merely wants to apologize to Jack, but really he needs Jack to be all right, needs to talk to him just one more time

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 HE'S GONNA OWE JACK SUCH AN APOLOGY WHEN HE WAKES UP

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 so jack finally wakes up and like

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 Gabe means to apologize, but what comes out is a lecture XD

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 he's Fucked up. semi-permanent eye damage and shit yep ! jack is like FUCK OFF IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS gabe is like IT IS MY BUSINESS I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 WELL YOU PICKED A FINE FUCKING TIME TO DECIDE THAT, ASSHOLE I DIDN'T FUCKING DECIDE IT, JACKASS, IT JUST HAPPENED They're having, like, a full on shouting match in the hospital and the docs have to call security to get them to back down XD

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 AHAHA they kick gabe out but he manages to sneak back in they continue their shouting match in angry whispers

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 XD of course, they have to get pretty close for that to work so it ends up with an angry make out session

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 they fuck up some of jack's stitches his face starts bleeding for some reason it only makes jack more insistent

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 Gabe tastes Jack's blood in the midst of the kiss and backs off, starts lecturing him again. When Jack tells him he can either kiss him or fuck off, Gabe tells Jack that if he wants the former, then he can give Gabe a second chance once he's out of the hospital.

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 omg gabe baiting him w his own thirst jack hates how he caves to that

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 as soon as jack's cleared to go home, they rush back to his apartment and barrel onto jack's bed. gabe starts babbling about all his feelings but jack orders him to shut up and prove it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 omg jack gabe sweet talking him all the way through it until he voice starts to go hoarse

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 ahhhhhhh<33 gabe partially lectures jack on being a fucking idiot but also drowns him in affection

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 Jack is just swearing at him the entire time, but it's all desperate and needy and after a while just a babbling stream of noise expressing how much he's wanted all of Gabe

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 ahhhhh jack you hot mess

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 yes. Jack being desperate and overcome and stil sore and rushing headlong into this even tho Gabe's hurt him more than once, but he just wants so goddamn bad

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 AHHHH and gabe gets overwhelmed by how jack is still throwing himself back into gabe despite everything

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 jack is sad and lonely and he wuvs gabe and just wants to be happy ;;

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 gabriel slows for a moment, scared of how he could potentially fuck this up again and hurt jack even worse, but jack kisses him, bites his lip, growls at him to stop thinking and just take him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 o///o

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 they both end up THOROUGHLY marked XDD jack becomes a slug for like 5 whole hours after (gabe takes the opportunity to fuck slug jack slow and sweet <333)

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 lol Jack wanting so badly to just let himself enjoy the intimacy that begins to follow, tho--Gabe getting up and fixing coffee and bringing him some, extra gestures of affection like kisses and ruffling his hair and just reaching out to touch him or lean against him, calling him to say good night or good morning on days when Gabe doesn't stay over--just all the small gestures that go beyond fuck buddies. They give Jack the warm fuzzies, but his anxiety twists things around so that he has to fight to hold on to the good feelings.

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 AHHH jaaack but then gabe marries him so it's okay!!!!!!!! tell me it's okay lol

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 yes, pls. v okay. they turn into that comic where Jack is asking 'you still like me, right?' up until they're in their couple's graves

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 LOL gabe has to smooch his ring finger

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 omgomg yup Gabe and Jack falling back onto the mattress, all out of breath after their first roud on their honeymoon, and Gabe letting out this faint laugh and it gets Jack laughing a bit. He asks what's funny, and Gabe gestures vaguely, and is like: 'this. i never expected any of this.' And even as Jack is going quiet next to him, Gabe rolls over and cups his cheek and smiles reassuringly. 'didn't expect doesn't mean regrets. i'm glad it happened, and if i had a million lifetimes, i'd marry you again in all of them.' Jack smiles for him, just a little thing, but he's better these days at trusting Gabe over things like that. He still blushes every time, though, which Gabe still finds enchanting. Jack wraps an arm around him, pulling Gabe on top of him. 'Show me how glad you are.' Gabe is more than happy to do so.

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 hhhhh<33333 angry jack is all about actions >w< i'm dying that's so cute

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 ^^ angry jack is all about getting laid as much as possible XD

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 LOL also true but normal jack is also kinda like that

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 yup. consistent characterization ftw XD so, like, does Jack end up taking some anger management courses or something as a show of how serious he is about wanting to make sure the relationship works?

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 he definitely needs to do something to mellow out lol krav maga

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 UHM i think that might have not good consequences

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 LOL krav maga is totally jack's preferred fighting style though lbr

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 takes up swimming at the Y to burn off energy. also, exercise is supposedly a mood enhancer? Gabe totes approves.

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 :DDD jack is able to balance anger jack w slug jack

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 XD ohh, what if he's reluctant to broach the anger management idea w Gabe not only bc he doesn't want to throw one of his biggest shortcomings into the spotlight, but also bc he's afraid Gabe won't like him as much wout the anger to laugh at

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 uahhh how does gabe tackle that if jack won't bring it up DD:

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 like, how does Gabe suggest it to him?

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 yeah :thinking:

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 maybe he doesn't. i think it would mean more if Jack decided to make the change for himself. but to come out and say 'I have this problem' even if that's the preface to 'I'm going to try to fix it' can be hard--even if it's a really obvious problem. it's like, if you don't talk about it, then maybe it isn't so bad. maybe the consequences can be put off indefinitely.

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 yeah qoq ahh jack starts like going to a group or something but he doesn't want gabe to know so he starts getting kinda shifty whenever gabe asks what he's always doing at the same time every week or two gabe has no idea what jack could be hiding from him lmao

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 XD and the REALLY weird thing is, when he tries to confront Jack about it, instead of a flood of curses, Jack takes a deep breath and tries really hard to hold his temper and respond evenly.

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 LOL GABE THERE'S YOUR CLUE gabe worries but he also objectively trusts jack so he tries not to ask too much BUT GOD HE WANTS TO KNOW

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 XD meanwhile, Jack keeps telling himself that once he's made some progress, he'll tell gabe, 'cause it'll be easier once he no longer has a problem. thing is, Jack doesn't recognize the progress he's making.

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 gabe notices though QwQ maybe he like comments on it one day kinda out of the blue how he's happy that jack seems to be much happier lately

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 Jack gets weirdly defensive about that.

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 can gabe tell jack he's proud of him!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 once he gets Jack to spill XD what if Gabe found one of the brochures from the group, and put two and two together? and he mentions Jack's mood to test the waters, then admits he figured it out when Jack gets flustered

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 aww jack tries to like give gabe a whole thing about how he knows his reactions to things are really bad and he's really trying and all that but gabe just silences him with the proud line ??

SuspiciousPopsicle - 10/30/2017 Startled, Jack blinks owlishly at him for a moment. tries to argue that he's still fucking up, but Gabe won't hear it--just smiles gently and repeats that he's proud of him.

firesonic152 - 10/30/2017 awwwwwwww

[artificialqueens]

But I'm A Cheerleader! - Chapter 15 (Aja x Farrah) - Millie

A/N: fortunately we were blessed with real-life Farraja this week, sorry just about to have a fangirl moment here!! Someone please message me so we can freak out together lmao (shameless plug for @artificialmillie) And apologies for the slightly short and messy chapter, I’ve been hounded with work all week -_-

“She’ll come around, okay?” Sasha reassured Aja through the phone. “Maybe it’s just hard for her to take in.”

Aja collapsed onto her bed, exhausted from crying. Her mother had desperately tried to comfort her, but Aja couldn’t bear to see her share the grief. Certain situations were reserved for your best friends just by default.

“Yeah, maybe next century,” she replied.

“She’s supposed to be one of your best friends,” Sasha said. “Try talking to her alone and calmly, and I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“No,” she said pointedly. “I don’t want to right now.”

“Well, what are you gonna do?” Sasha asked, and Aja knew that “I’ll continue moping, thanks” probably wasn’t the right answer.

“I don’t know,” she huffed. “Sleep it off?”

“Not a bad idea, actually,” Sasha said. “Go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.” She hung up and threw her phone to the end of her bed in a burst of anger, proceeding to pull herself up and turn off the light. She retrieved her phone and got under her covers, too enraged to even think about sleep.

Farrah How did it go? Aja’s tense muscles relaxed, and a weak smile appeared on her face, despite her current emotions.

Aja Absolutely shit. And you?

Farrah Not bad, I guess. And what happened? :(

Aja Everyone - I think - was alright with it apart from Alexis. She was so pissed.

Farrah At least most of them were okay?

Aja But she’s supposed to be one of my best friends. And her reacting like this makes it feel like I have no support.

Aja could feel herself tearing up again, and she bit down on her bottom lip.

Farrah Call me.

Neglecting her worries of sounding like a blabbering mess, she rang Farrah, who picked up before the first ring had even sounded.

“Talk to me,” she demanded. “Get it all out.”

Aja had never been so grateful to hear that girl’s voice. Immediately, she began to rant, letting her fury loose and setting it on her listener. Farrah was silent, bar when she filled in the gaps with “mhmm” and “I agree”. Aja had soon burst into floods of tears again, the anger she felt growing ever stronger.

“So, yeah,” she finished with a sniff. “That’s the story of my disaster evening. How was yours?”

“They took it okay,” Farrah said. “They didn’t jump up and scream with joy, but they didn’t act like your friends.”

“At least we’ve got one group on our side.” Aja let out a sigh.

“God, I hate seeing you upset,” Farrah said. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just you being here helps,” Aja croaked. “I just wish you were actually here.”

“Come over,” she said jokingly.

“Can I actually?” Aja asked, trying and failing to hide the sheer hope in her voice. She couldn’t stand to be alone right now.

“I mean, sure,” Farrah said. “If that’s alright with your mom.”

“It’ll have to be.” Although the warmth of her bed was tugging her back, Aja pushed herself out of it, nothing but the thought of a bountiful hug from Farrah keeping her moving. 9pm wasn’t a ridiculous time to go to someone’s house, right?

-

“Don’t cry; don’t cry; don’t cry,” Farrah insisted, taking Aja into her arms as soon as she stepped through the door. Farrah’s mom was already prepared in the kitchen with mugs of mint tea for them both, a warm smile accompanying them. Aja managed to hold in her tears this time.

“Aja, sweetie, are you okay?” her mom cooed, peering round the kitchen door.

Farrah pulled away and rested her hand on Aja’s lower back.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be alright,” she said, forcing a smile. “Thanks for letting me come over.”

“It’s no problem,” she said, bringing the two cups to the girls in the hallway. “If you need anything, just shout.” She retreated back to the kitchen, and Aja was grateful to be left alone with her friend.

She took a long sip of her tea, while Farrah looked at her with forlorn. “Do you want to go upstairs?” she asked, and Aja nodded in response.

Farrah was that one person who had snacks in her room at all times, which she offered to the upset girl gratuitously. They both squeezed onto Farrah’s single bed, curling up together and surrounding themselves with snacks. Farrah wrapped a caring arm around Aja, and pulled her into a secure hug.

“So,” she began, “what do you want to do? We have all the snacks we could ever need; will that cheer you up?”

Aja chuckled weakly. “I don’t know what I want to do,” she said, absently tugging at the hem of her cheer t-shirt. Taking it off once she’d got home had been the last thing on her mind. “I’m just… angry.”

“I’m not surprised.” She squeezed Aja close to her. “What do you think practice will be like tomorrow?”

Aja’s stomach sank. “Ugh, I don’t even want to think about that,” she groaned. “I bet everyone will be watching us, especially Alexis so she can find some other reason to hate us.” She clenched her fists, her fingernails digging aggressively into the palms of her hands.

“Whoa, whoa, chill,” Farrah said. “She doesn’t hate us. She doesn’t hate you.”

“It sure feels like it.” Her voice cracked.

Farrah pulled her closer - if that was even possible - and gently kissed the top of her head. Aja almost froze and tensed up at the unexpected action, but quickly relaxed into her touch. It was calming to just lay there in her arms, everything silent and unmoving, with her posture bordering on protective. She wanted to reach out and grab some candy from Farrah’s collection of snacks, but wouldn’t dare break the embrace. Aja wondered if she’d always liked Farrah’s hugs this much.

At some point that evening, Aja had begun to drift off into a calm sleep. It seemed that Farrah didn’t have the heart to push her out of the bed, let alone her house, and so they both had to make do with the small space they had; normally when one slept over, they’d be in separate beds, and this was their first time together.

“Are you comfy?” Farrah asked Aja, whose eyes were already fluttering shut. She climbed into her bed and shuffled up closer to her in fear of falling out of it.

Aja gave a small, slow nod, and mindlessly tugged on Farrah’s t-shirt to pull her towards her. Farrah obliged and wrapped her arm around her before switching off the lamp beside her. The dark had an immediate effect on their energy, and both were now far too tired to talk. The last thing Aja remembered as they fell asleep was Farrah’s breath tinged with the smell of mint, and the lack of space between them. And in that moment, she asked herself if it was possible to be so angry yet so at peace at the same time.

-

Aja woke up the next morning to the feeling of Farrah slipping out of bed. Of course, she’d woken up at her usual earlier time and was already getting ready while Aja stayed curled up under her covers.

She briefly opened her eyes and noticed that Farrah had neglected to switch on the light, which she was grateful for. Over by the wardrobe on the other side of the room was Farrah, quickly flicking through her clothes until she found something she liked. Once she’d picked something out, she dropped it to the ground and lifted her current t-shirt off and over her shoulders, exposing her tan skin. Aja was mesmerised for a moment as she watched her slowly remove the shirt, chucking it to the floor and revealing a black, lace bra. She stared for a second before she realised what she was doing and then quickly rolled back over, embarrassed and blushing profusely.

Farrah’s head snapped towards her direction. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she teased.

Aja stretched to pretend she’d only just woken up. “Morning,” she said.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

She turned over again, and Farrah had a shirt on. She stood resting on one leg, her expression showing concern.

“Better than yesterday, I guess,” she said. “Do you have anything I can wear today?”

Farrah didn’t look convinced, but decided to move on with the subject change. She forked through her clothes and paused when she came to a sweater. She took it off the hanger and presented it.

“This is yours, actually,” she said, looking down. “The one you let me borrow. I’ve got the jeans, too. I’ve been meaning to give them back.”

Aja’s eyes widened - she’d completely forgot about them. “Oh, that’s great,” she said. She pushed herself up and out of Farrah’s bed and grabbed the clothes. “I’ll go and get changed.”

Aja felt oddly awkward, but she couldn’t shake the feeling why. Maybe it was the fact she’d shared a bed with Farrah for the first time, or maybe because she’d - and she hated to admit it - unapologetically watched her get changed. She’d never thought of Farrah in that way before, and in all honesty, she didn’t want to. They were friends, and that was it; if anything went further than that then she’d risk their entire friendship.

Sighing, she made her way to the bathroom to get changed. Her sweater now smelt of Farrah’s perfume, but it wasn’t overwhelming like she thought it would be. The sweet scent of roses with Aja’s current worries circling through her head just made her question more, although no query she had was distinguishable amongst the crowd. Maybe she had enjoyed her company last night just as much as she’d done previously; maybe she had felt that kind of peace within her before; or perhaps she was just grateful for Farrah being there when she needed it most, just like Sasha had been. But what if what she was feeling now was something entirely different? God, was she confused as hell.