#probably*** why do I make the dumbest types on the planet

[davidjrpalos]

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#power to ppl that can reclaim slurs but I hate the f slur so fucking bad #like idc if other ppl use it for themself or whatever but there is smth so vile about that one for me I could never see that in a light #context for myself. proceso bc personal experience lol but I rly can’t move on from that one like godspeed gay ppl but it’s not for me #probably*** why do I make the dumbest types on the planet #TYPOS** hell #anyway I’ve tried to ‘reclaim’ it or whatever but it’s too bad idk how to explain it really #i just hate it

[allexthakatt]

Save Your Tears

Yes this is heavily inspired by the song Save Your Tears by The Weeknd. I cannot stop listening to it and it makes me get in my feels so here I am about to drag you all down with me lol

PAIRING- Spencer Reid x FEM reader

WARNINGS- Breakup/Makeup, cussing, brief case mention, Spencer being kinda dumb, uuuuh let me know if I missed any.

TYPE- ANGST but with happy ending lol don't worry.

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SPENCER POV

It had been 5 weeks 6 days 14 hours and 17 minutes since I saw her. 5 weeks 6 days 14 hours and 18 minutes. 5 weeks 6 days 14 hours and 17 minutes since I said those awful things to her.

Why did I say those things? I was scared. Terrified even. IQ of 187 and I'm still the dumbest thing on this planet. I can't get that image out of my head. Her tears... The look of utter betrayal on her face. I had to break it off right? She would have gotten hurt either way... Right?

If what I did was right why do I feel so... wrong? Nothing makes me smile anymore. She's all I see, all I want and I'm the biggest asshole ever. Even if I did want her back why would she even look at me?

"What would you think of me moving in?" Y/n looked up at him with hopeful eyes, about to spill her heart out to the man she truly saw a future with. Spencer panicked, "M-m moving in? Don't you think it's a bit fast?"

"Not really? I mean I'm here all the time anyway... I guess I just figured you would be open to it you know?" Her hope was dwindling now. "Well I'm not, so please drop it." He wasn't sure why he got so defensive, why his walls shot up, but now he was in a hole he won't be able to dig out of.

By now her hope was like a flickering flame of a candle. Fragile and on edge. "Spencer... Do you not see a future with me?" She was afraid of what his answer would be, but she figured she deserved to know the trust regardless of what it was.

Spencer tensed. All the people in his life he ever saw a future with; gone like the flick of a switch. Who's to say Y/n would be different. She'd leave like everyone else, right? Who's to say she's different than anyone else. He couldn't handle another heartbreak at the hands of someone he desperately wanted. He loved Y/n more than life itself. But the thought of her stomping on his already damaged heart was almost more than he could handle.

"I would like to think so. But if I'm honest, it probably won't even happen." She was taken aback by this; what in the world would he mean by that? "What are you talking about? I literally just asked you if I could move in. Isn't that the next step in relationships? I want a future with you, Spencer. Isn't that what you want?"

His defense went up higher. "That's what they all said. Then next thing I know you're breaking my heart for nothing." By now she was seeing red. "You think of me like all the past women in your life? Just someone who can come and go? You really think that low of me?" He knew he was digging his own grave, but all these insecurities started building up in the worst way possible against Y/n. He felt broken.

"Look Y/n I just don't see a future with you! I love you don't get me wrong but I can't see you staying by my side through it all." Each word was another knife to her chest. And with each sentence Spencer twists it deeper and deeper until all she felt was cold.

"Y-You don't mean that, Spencer..." She stood up. "You're my everything! Spencer I love you so much... But you're acting like you have no faith in me..." Her heart was hurting. She wished Spencer would say anything to reassure her. Give her anything to cling onto for hope.

"Come on, Y/n you don't even mean that! A future with you is no hope." With that she backed away, holding her arms against her chest, providing some sort of protection against Spencer's harsh words. "If you don't see a future with me, Spencer... What am I even doing here...?" Tears rolling down her face, she's praying to any god out there that Spencer comes back to her. But, Spencer looks down at his feet and shrugs, "Guess there's not a reason then."

And just like that, her candle went out.

And just like that, she was gone. Came back from a case and her stuff was gone, as was she. I haven't seen her since. I've become just a shell, wondering if I even did the right thing. I ran away, I know I did. I pushed her away because I was scared of what the future really holds for me and her. However I'm pretty sure I threw all of it away even if we did have a future together.

We just got back from a case, a pretty rough one at that. All the way in Wyoming for a week with vicious killings from a madman took a toll on all of us. I was just about to put on my jacket to head to an empty house when Emily spoke up.

"Take the weekend off, guys. You earned it okay?" To which we all did a sigh of relief. Garcia spoke up, "It's barely 6, who's up for drinks?" Lukes the first to agree, earning an eye roll from Penelope. JJs next, pulling her phone out to probably tell Will. Emily agrees as well as Tara, with Rossi promising to buy. Everyone turns to me, however I'm not sure I'm up for drinking and dancing at the moment.

I shake my head, but Garcia's already grabbed my arm and was rambling nonsense about how I need to get out and have fun. At this point I'm too emotionally tired to protest. After all Rossi is buying and I'm hungry anyway.

We get to the bar, everyone saying how this is exactly what we needed. But I'm distracted by the fact this is Y/n's favorite place. "The cocktails are just way too delicious to pass up!" She'd tell me, to which I couldn't ever say no to the look she gave me.

Walking in getting blasted with the smell of alcohol, the loud volume of the music mixed with laughter here and there from dancing participants. I felt out of place, without Y/n by my side there was no point in my being here.

Sitting down I ordered a typical brandy. Nothing too crazy, just something to take the edge off. That's when I see her.

The middle of the dancefloor, a little out of place for her as she wasn't one go crazy at a club. The ones I recognize as her friends chanting her on as she dances more provocatively. Even if she's tipsy, she looks happy. Happy without... Me.

She looks my way and everything stops, her eyes land on me and the persona she had on fades away. Her movements slow to a stop, and even from here I can see the tears in her eyes. From there she stops dancing and leaves the floor, probably to go to her own table. I can't stop my feet from getting up and following her, ignoring the confused protests of my team.

I finally catch up to her and tap her shoulder, she freezes. "Y/n? Is that you?" She doesn't respond, just turns around slowly. "Hey Spencer. How are you?" She's trying to pretend like nothing happened. As if I can't see the tear streaks on her cheeks, or the bags under her eyes.

"Please, can we talk? Like really talk?" I plead, on the verge of tears myself. "I'm not sure what you'd want me to say, Spencer. Hey, how's it going? How does it feel knowing you completely broke me?" My heart rips a little more, but I know I deserve it.

"No no... Y/n I know I put you through hell. There hasn't been a day that's gone by when I didn't regret that whole conversation. I was scared, so many people in my life have left me and I'm so terrified you'll leave too. But I pushed you away and lost you anyway... I just- I want you to know how sorry I am. I never meant to break you."

Her arms wrap around herself again, and I know she's scared too. "Spencer... I was desperately in love with you. There wasn't a thing I wouldn't do for you. You were my rock, my every reason and the one thing that kept me grounded. And then you have the fucking audacity to tell me I'd stop loving you. The absolute BALLS you had to tell me we wouldn't last. Do you have any idea how much I love you? How mind numbingly broken I was? I still am, Spencer. I thought I meant more to you than that..."

By now I couldn't stop my tears either. I never meant any of this. Certainly never meant to harm her the way I did. "I am so.. Sorry, Y/n. You never deserved that. And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please... Give me another chance. I know you deserve someone so much better but please... Y/n I love you so much. I'm so sorry I let my insecurities get in the way of that."

I try something small and hold out my hand, hoping for something, anything from her. "You wanna know the most fucked up thing, Spencer?" I stay quiet, keeping my hand up. No longer caring about the tears flowing down my face. "The shittiest thing about this is that I still love you so much. I never stopped, Spence." She slowly lays her hand in mine.

"I know it's gonna take a while before I build that trust back.. But I'm willing to do anything to gain it again." She smiles at that, and I smile back. "You're right, it won't be the same. But I'm willing to give you one more shot. Don't screw this up, Spencer. Please." I pull her in for the tightest hug I can manage.

"I promise I won't. Thank you, Y/n. I love you. So fucking much." Her hands come up to my hair, gripping it softly. "I love you too. So much, Spencer."

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#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader

[favefandomimagines]

enough for you (r.c)

Summary: your heartbreak led you to be enough for somebody else. 

AN: inspired by ‘enough for you’ by olivia rodrigo. except here’s a twist!!! jj was the douche and rafe will be reader’s prince charming so to speak (if you hadn’t noticed, i really love drew starkey)

i will be posting the first chapter of my rafe cameron series this week!

Your relationship with JJ wasn’t easy to say the least. At first it was great, he was kind, he cared about you, but then somewhere along the line things went bad. 

He hadn’t been giving you has much attention and when you brought it up he said that you just couldn’t be satisfied no matter what he did. You saw the girls he talked to at parties and they were ten times more gorgeous than you. 

You had never worn anything more than mascara in your entire life until you felt you needed to grasp JJ’s attention. You had Sarah tell you all the good brands to wear, making sure they were cruelty free of course, and teach you how to apply it. 

Of course everyone questioned what you were doing. Changing yourself for your boyfriend, when you were perfect the way you were. 

“Y/N, you don’t need to wear makeup. You’re beautiful.” Sarah commented. “Tell that to JJ. Have you seen the types of girls he talks too at the Boneyard? One wrong move and I’ll lose him.” You replied. “Have you tried talking to him about it?” Kie asked. “He just calls me emotional.” You spoke quietly. 

“Oh I’m going to kick his ass.” Kie said. “No, don’t. I’m just trying to be enough for him.” You said. 

Kie and Sarah knew how much you loved JJ and the thought of losing him was probably too much for you to think about. So they helped you with the makeup and your clothes. 

But even then that wasn’t enough for JJ. Soon, he found his new fixation and that was the new Pogue in town. Someone who was brand new and exciting and someone who wasn’t you. 

He broke up with you a few weeks after she arrived. And the worst part was, was that you saw it coming. You knew him leaving you for someone else was inevitable. But it didn’t hurt any less seeing them together. JJ didn’t even care that he was hurting you by bringing her around your group of friends. 

You started to distance yourself from the group and they were all concerned for you. 

“Has anyone talked to Y/n lately?” Pope asked as they all sat around the fire. “I talked to her a few days ago. She’s uh, she’s okay.” Kie answered. “Maybe we should invite her over. I texted her this morning but she just left me on read.” John B suggested. “She just wants to be alone. Staying away is helping her get better.” Sarah rebutted. 

“What’s wrong with her?” JJ asked, his arm thrown over his new girlfriend’s shoulders. All eyes landed on him as if he were the dumbest person on the planet. “Are you kidding?” KIe asked. “Kie,” Pope started. 

“You are what’s wrong with her. She changed everything about her so you’d stick around and even that wasn’t enough for you, was it? You treated her like shit, you got bored and you broke her heart. Then you found someone else and rubbed it in her face and Y/N can’t even hate her but oh does she want to. But if there’s one person she hates it’s you. We’re probably never going to see her again and that’s your fault.” Kie snapped at the blonde. 

She stormed off inside the Chateau, Pope and Sarah going in after her. “You really fucked her up dude. She told me everything and no one should have to feel that way.” John B added. 

JJ shifted uncomfortably as his girlfriend just looked at him with a questioning look. She hadn’t known anything about and JJ’s past. She had heard about you, met you once but didn’t know why you stopped hanging around with your friends. 

And the distance helped you get better more than you thought. You started spending more time with Sarah on Figure 8 and that’s how you really got to know Rafe. 

You always knew Rafe as the guy who hated Pogues and made sure you all knew it. But you both were pleasantly surprised when you realized you had more in common with each other. 

You actually liked hanging out with Rafe and he loved being around you. It gave him an escape from not being able to live up to his father’s expectations. As long as he was good enough for you, that’s all that mattered. 

Soon after, the two of you put labels on your relationship. He was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend and he loved making sure everyone knew that. 

After not feeling worthy and loved for so long, Rafe made you feel just that. That you were enough to be with him. He looked at you like you were the moon and the stars and every single thing about you he adored. 

You and Rafe arrived at the movie in the park for one of your weekly date nights. The two of you arrived hand in hand and began scoping out a spot to sit. 

Kie, Pope and JJ were seated a few rows in front of the screen when Pope noticed you and Rafe together. 

He nudged Kie’s arm and silently gestured towards you and JJ only looked when he noticed his friends were staring at something. 

“What the hell? Since when have they been a thing?” JJ questioned. “Since four months ago.” Kie answered. “She’s dating him? He’s terrible.” He commented. “He treats her way better than you ever did. You should hear how happy she is.” Kie said. “He’s not good enough for her.” The blonde muttered. 

“No, JJ, you weren’t good enough for her. Rafe treats her right and sees her the way you never did. You made your bed now you gotta sleep in it.” Kie rebutted. 

JJ rolled his eyes before his gaze settled on you and Rafe. There was a certain glow about you that he had never seen before. And the sparkle in your eyes was back after having been dormant for so long. 

He had never been one to regret his decisions but now his biggest regret was forcing you into the arms of someone who treated you better than he ever could. 

#imagine #imagines #outer banks #rafe cameron #jj maybank #outer banks imagine #rudy pankow #kiara carrera #john b routledge #sarah cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey

[cellard0ors]

Fic: Movement (1/?)

This is dedicated to @peachworthy - my plan is to work on this when I can. I was going to try and write a full long thing (all puns intended) but thought it might be fun to just do sporadic bits instead!

“As you can see, it’s a pretty nice place…” Mr. Super Tall and Super Handsome and Super-Out-of-Link’s-League tells him as he walks him around the place. Link’s only been half listening because he’s been trailing behind this uniquely sexy giraffe of a man for about half an hour now and it’s been hard to not just…eat him up with his eyes.

Link’s lived in LA for about two years now and while he’s seen some attractive people, they all pale in comparison to…

…oh gosh, he’s forgotten his name again! Not a good thing to do when being toured by your potential roommate to be. Although Link’s pretty sure his current tour guide is just being nice.

No way he’s seriously considering letting Link move in. First of all, Link is a late in life college student trying to get a film degree. Second, this guy could have anyone live with him.

Anyone.

The fact he even needs a roommate is staggering. After all, this place is already furnished. It’s clear he’s lived here for a while now – so the need for someone else-? Link doesn’t get it.

But he sure as heck can’t stay on campus anymore. It’s embarrassing. Most of the other students there think he’s a professor as it is; and bunking with kids half his age has been a nightmare.

Not because he can’t identify with them per say, but because he just-? He wants to interact with people on the same wavelength as him.

And no way is this Greek God and he on the same wavelength. No doubt the guy’s an actor. Almost everyone in LA is. And, no doubt, the guy has probably had some gigs. Several, if the house is anything to go by…

Maybe he lost a role recently? Maybe that’s why he needs the extra income? It’s the only thing Link can think of and he’s stupid enough to voice that, “It is a nice place, man, but I don’t see how I’ll be much help. What you’ve got here looks pretty well lived in. Take it you’ve been here solo for some time and I’m not sure how-?”

“I have,” Handsome admits and oh, that southern drawl. It makes Link think of home. How perfect can one man be? “And, frankly, I don’t need a roommate, but I’d like a roommate.”

“For parts? Like the Black Market?” Link can’t help but joke, and the guy throws his head back and laughs and oh, no…

…Yeah, Link can’t live with this man. It hasn’t even been a full day and Link is practically already in love with him. And thinking of the ‘him’ he forces himself to sheepishly ask, “Um, I, ah, forgot your name again...”

“It’s Rhett.”

Of course it is.

Rhett is such a romantic name.

Rhett Butler immediately springs to mind and Link sighs, “Look, Rhett – like I said, it is a nice place, but-!”

“I tell you what I’d expect in rent?” he asks and when he lists the price, Link decides that – besides being insanely attractive – that the guy is just insane in general.

The rent is cheap. Far, far cheaper than Link expected and it must show on his face, because Rhett shrugs, “Look, Link – I can’t say what it is, but I gotta feeling about you. I’ve met with a couple of potential roommates and, honestly, none of them have gone this far. I haven’t let ‘em. But there’s something about you…”

“My natural charm?” Link asks, but he’s sort of giggly and weird when he does and oh, gosh – why is he so awkward? Isn’t he too old for this? Don’t you reach a certain age and awkwardness just…drops off?

But apparently not and, apparently, Rhett isn’t turned off by it, because he gives him a warm grin, “Might be.”

“Rhett…”

“Might be the accent to be honest,” he confesses, seeming almost shy and that should be illegal, because it just highlights how cute he is, “I’m from North Carolina and it just-!”

“Hey!” Link perks up, “Me too!”

“Really?” Rhett gushes and Link nods, “Yeah, Buies Creek.”

“Oh! My family and I almost moved there! Ended up in Charlotte instead!”

“Wow! Crazy! What are the odds!” And Link hates every cliched thing coming out of his mouth right now, but he can’t seem to stop and Rhett just looks so damned pleased.

As if his feeling about Link is right on the money and Link wishes it was, but this can’t possibly work. Can it? And just as Link is about to voice that, Rhett suddenly looks…apprehensive. Fidgety.

And Link’s caught a bit off guard by it, because – up until now – he’s been so cool. Cool and collected. But now Rhett runs a hand through his thick mane of hair and sighs as if a great weight is upon him, “Ah…actually, I, ah, well – I forgot…”

Here it is. Link’s been waiting for this. The big secret. The big reason someone as amazing as Rhett would need someone like him. Maybe it is the Black Market thing. Link has some nice organs. Real juicy. Maybe revealing his background has made the big guy feel bad – like he can’t carve up a fellow North Caroliner.

Rhett rocks on his heels, “I told you, none of the other potential roommates made it this far and…there’s a reason for that. Even the one or two I kinda considered…well, I, um, I told them what I do for a living and that’s when things sort of fell apart…”

…oh shit. He IS a Black Market organ dealer!

Link’s Adam’s apple bobs as he looks around skittishly. The house is big and they’re alone in it. He’s been so distracted by how hot Rhett is that he hasn't even thought about that fact.

Until now.

What if the other potentials didn’t get this far because they got cut up beforehand? Maybe the whole roommate thing is a farce! Maybe it’s a con! A con to draw people in and-!

“I work in the entertainment industry.”

Link blinks. Blinks and feels like the dumbest man on planet earth as he says, “Well, yeah. You and half of LA. Heck, I’m here trying to get into film myself! Do some directing or sound editing or-!”

“No,” Rhett says firmly, smoothly, meeting Link’s eyes head on as he says in a full deep register, “When I say I work in the industry, I mean it. I’ve, um, had a pretty healthy and…and long career…”

“Really?” Link asks, eyes wide behind his glasses, “Have I seen anything you’ve-?”

“Doubt it,” Rhett interrupts with a humorless huff, “You don’t seem the type. But then,” he eyes him thoughtfully, “I’ve been surprised before…”

Link doesn’t know why he’s being so cagey about this, “What’ve you-?”

“My resume is…” Rhett finally looks away, as if he can’t bear to look at Link when he says it, “…of the adult variety.”

“The adult-?” Link starts to repeat and then it clicks. It clicks and it hits him so hard over the head it’s like a physical blow. The house, the handsomeness – the…everything.

Rhett looks back at him, jaw firmly set as he speaks, “Look, it’s not that I’m ashamed of what I do. Far from it. It’s just a job and it’s one I happen to be good at. But it’s also one that people in polite society aren’t too keen on and considering you’re from my home state you might-!”

“Porn?” Link croaks out and he feels a little like he might faint, “You’re a porn star?”

Rhett just kind of shrugs and the reason Link feels lightheaded has nothing to do with his shock at the man’s career and everything to do with the fact that Link has only seen a few porn films and none of them have ever stared someone so breathtakingly beautiful. The idea that Rhett has been in something like that…

Heat suffuses through Link’s system with equal mixes of lust and shame. Lust because, well, look at Rhett and shame because Link doesn’t want to just view the man as a sex object, Granted, that’s kind of his job, but it just seems…rude.

While Link doesn’t know Rhett well, he knows him well enough at this point to say he’s just a regular guy. An extremely gorgeous regular guy, but a regular guy all the same.

Thinking of him in simple black and white just doesn’t do him justice. So he’s a porn star. So what? He’s nice and this place is amazing and the rent suggested is fantastic and-!

“Take it by your silence you’re gonna decline…”

“No!” Link cuts in quickly and Rhett’s eyes shoot to him, wide and amazed, and Link feels a little sense of superiority at that. At catching this giant off guard, “No, uh – your…your profession isn’t a problem.”

“It’s not?”

“Well, I mean,” Link looks around once more, "You don’t-? You don’t film here, do you?”

The laugh that booms out of Rhett at that makes Link’s toes curl with pleasure, “Nah, man. This place is sacred. Like to keep my personal and professional life separate.”

“And…” Link scratches at the back of his head, “And you won’t, like…bring over a-a partner or partners and-!”

“Don’t have one,” Rhett admits and then the sexiest crinkles form around his eyes, “Although I gotta say, that’s about the slickest way anyone’s ever asked me if I was single…”

The heat from before returns full blast, no doubt coloring Link’s cheeks pure red and it comes completely from shyness, an emotion he is much more familiar with than most, “Oh, no! I-I wasn’t-!”

“Think you were asking if I do some weird sex shit here in the house of the personal variety and, again, no. You work in my field you kinda lose a bit of a taste for it.”

“For sex?”

Rhett nods, “And for a lot of things. It’s like I said – I'd like a roommate. Mainly ‘cause I’ve been feeling a little…disconnected of late. Feel like I need someone in my life who isn’t in the business. Someone I can just, y’know…” his shoulders roll and he bobs about a bit, clearly bashful, “…jam with.”

“Someone on your wavelength…” Link whispers and suddenly, Rhett’s idea that Link might be someone worth keeping around feels totally legitimate. Because Link is suddenly reciprocating it and then some. Because Link's starting to have a feeling about him too.

A feeling that this could work.

It really could.

And, this in mind, Link asks, “When can I move in?”

#rhink #randl #my writing #now one of my earlier question posts becomes clear does it not? #the title is from a hozier song #because that song sounds sexy and i couldn't think of anything else!

[sorry-apsalar]

See You in a Bit Chapter 4/4: You Got to Fix Him

Fry woke up in a hospital room, a real one, not the sorry excuse for a medical facility that Zoidberg ran in the Planet Express building. He still hurt but not nearly as bad and his head was clear. An IV was in his good arm, his hand and wrist wrapped in thick bandages, his broken arm in a proper cast. And he was utterly alone. Which didn’t mean Bender hadn’t been repaired, he wasn’t exactly the type to sit at anyone’s bedside for longer than a few minutes at most. But Fry needed to know fore sure he was okay as soon as possible.

Shaking off the last dregs of sleep, he sat up and looked around. His personnel effects had been placed on the bedside table, including his wallet and phone – put on charge by a kind soul – and the bag he’d taken from Bender’s chest compartment. If Bender had been here, surely he would’ve taken it back, right? … Perhaps Fry hadn’t been out for long enough for him to have been fully repaired, probably, right? He’d been pretty beat up so it made sense that it’d take a while to have him up and running again.

Fry gingerly grabbed his phone off the table and turned it on. After some consideration, he quick dialed Leela’s number; if Bender wasn’t fully fixed yet, his number wouldn’t work and Farnsworth rarely answered his phone, especially when he was working on something. She picked up on the second ring.

“Fry! You’re awake, how do you feel?”

“Uh… better.” A lot better but that didn’t matter right now. “What about Bender? Did the Professor finish fixing him or is he still working on that?”

“The latter.”

“Oh uh… that’s fine. How much longer is it going to take?”

“I don’t know. But Fry, you know he only said he’d try, he might not be…”

“Welp, I gotta go and get checked out of the hospital and stuff. I’ll see you at the Planet Express later, if you’re there.” Fry hung up.

 -

As always getting checked out of the hospital was a pain and took longer than it really needed to but finally, he was free. He went straight back to the Planet Express building and soon as he was inside, he beelined for the Professor’s lab once more.

Farnsworth was in of course and working on something, presumably Bender. Venturing closer for a better look revealed that that was indeed the case. Bender’s body was in even worse shape than before. His head had been removed, normally not at all a difficult or violent thing to achieve it was supposed to be able to come off, but the way it had been pushed in meant the Farnsworth had had to slice up the upper part of Bender’s body to get it out. Bender’s head had been split open and hollowed out. A bunch of technology stuff that Fry had no clue what did but could only have come from Bender was spread out across the table.

Bender had been utterly and completely dismantled. A rather unsettling and unpleasant sight but one that should be only a stepping stone to him being put back together and made whole again. So, swallowing back his hesitation, Fry stepped forward again. “How’s it going? How long before he’s up and running again?”

“Hmmm… well, I don’t know. There’s no guarantee I can…”

“I’ll leave you to it then. Call me when you’re about to start him back up, okay?” Fry was likely to only get in the way and make it take longer so he quickly left.

He didn’t have anything else to do but wait so… he went to the break room. Leela, Amy, Hermes, and Zoidberg were all already in there, looking up at him as he came in with sympathetic looks.

Zoidberg was the first to speak. “Sorry about the robot. He was a good friend.”

Before Fry could reply and say that such words weren’t necessary because Bender was going to be fine, Hermes stood up. “I already took the liberty of going over his will,” he said as he strode over to Fry. “You probably won’t be surprised by what’s on it. Here is an official copy.”

He handed Fry a piece of paper. ‘BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS’ was scrawled on it in large sloppy letters. Bender had signed his full name under it in messy barely legible cursive. Which was indeed not at all surprising. It probably would’ve been funny under different circumstances.

“But as his husband,” Hermes continued, “all his stuff should by default go to you, unless he had debts that need to be paid. Come talk to me in my office later when you’re ready to fill out the paper work for it, I’ll help in any way I can.” He awkwardly patted Fry on the shoulder before going back to his seat.

Fry glared down at the paper again. “You guys don’t seem to have much faith in the Professor being able to fix him.” How dare they give in that easily? Bender was their friend too and they’d all been working for the Professor long enough to know he was capable of almost anything he put his mind to.

“Robots aren’t designed to be easily fixable once broken.” Amy made it sound as if that automatically meant that there was no hope for Bender. “Especially the models meant to work in factories and stuff like Bender. Think about it, the company makes more money if you’re forced to buy a whole new one every time one breaks instead of fixing it.”

“That… that’s really fucked up.” No wonder Bender often said stuff about hating humans if the people who’d made robots were doing shit like that.

“Yep, I guess so. But that’s just how it is.” Her expression and voice softened. “Sorry about Bender though, I know he meant a lot to you. We’ll all miss him.”

Fry should tell her and all of them that they were wrong and that Bender was going to be okay, the Professor just needed some time to do the repairs. But… but… what if they were right? What if not even Farnsworth could fix him? Fry had initially decided on this course of action as a long shot but had somehow convinced himself that it was the most likely outcome when it… actually probably wasn’t, huh? Which meant…

“I believe the Professor can fix him,” Leela said, drawing Fry’s gaze up to her. “If anyone can it’s him.”

Fry nodded, swallowing back the tears that had threatened to form at the line of thought he’d been going down. There was still hope even if it wasn’t much but it was there so no use giving up on it yet. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Now come sit down and tell us what happened.” She and Amy scooted to one side of the couch, making room for him.

“Yes!” Zoidberg agreed with a bit more enthusiasm than was necessary. “Tell us about your adventure. How’d it happen?”

With a sigh, Fry awkwardly folded up the copy of Bender’s will and put it into his pocket before walking over and sitting down. “There’s uh… not really a whole lot to say. I… did something dumb and got beaten up and arrested for it, thrown in jail and stuff. They were going to execute me but then Bender broke me out. To do that he had to make the guards that were guarding the jail and stuff leave by making a big distraction somewhere else. He said he was going meet me back at the ship in like an hour but… he never showed.” Instead Fry had fallen asleep like an idiot. “So, I went looking for him and uh… found him like that. I had to drag him through the desert heat back to the ship which is why I’m all sun burnt and stuff.”

“What’d you do that go you in so much trouble?” Amy asked because one of them was bound to.

Fry could try to lie and try to make himself seem marginally less stupid but he was bad at the kind of thing. Might as well just get it over with instead of them catching him at a lie, forcing him to admit it anyway. “I… well… uh… The aliens were sentient plants. And um, turns out they sleep in little clay pots with soil in them and they look an awful lot like a standard potted plant when they do. So uh… I was sent in to see their monarch to deliver the package, only one person is allowed in to see them at a time for some reason. And uh… they were napping so I thought I was alone and… well, I really needed to pee. There weren’t any bathrooms around so a potted plant would’ve been a good place to do it, right? So I just kind of… you know… They weren’t very happy about it and ordered their guards in to beat me up and drag me to jail to be executed later.”

There was a general murmur from all four of them, even Zoidberg, that that had been exceedingly stupid. Which was a hundred percent accurate because it was probably one of the dumber things Fry had done. Probably far from the dumbest though considering the large breadth of things he’d done while working this job, sometimes with Bender or at his suggestion, that had proven to be less than smart. But this was undoubtedly the worst because it resulted in not just himself getting hurt and almost killed but Bender actually getting killed. And there was a good chance even Professor Farnsworth wouldn’t be able to bring him back to life.

“Yeah,” he said looking away from all of them. “I shouldn’t have ever insisted on leading that mission. I’m clearly not fit for anything other than following orders. And even that I’m bad at.” Why had he even been kept around for so long? He should’ve been fired ages ago.

“Well,” Leela said, “other than the whole insulting an alien race’s ruler by peeing on them while they slept which is terrible and astoundingly stupid, I think you did pretty good. You did manage to fly the ship safely back home even despite having a broken arm and burnt hand.”

“Not to mention,” Hermes added, “delirious from heat stroke, dehydration, and grief.”

“Yeah, I for sure couldn’t do that,” Amy said. “So good job on that part at least.”

“I… guess there is that, huh? The autopilot probably did most of the work though.” He didn’t even remember the flight back. His memories between finding Bender’s body and begging Farnsworth to repair him were foggy at best, he’d been quite out of it. “I did land it in the hanger without crashing though, somehow. But uh… still next time someone needs to come with us to supervise. I’m too stupid to be trusted and Bender would get us into trouble by getting caught stealing something or saying something rude to the wrong person.”

They all murmured some kind of agreement to that. Not even bothering to try to claim he wasn’t stupid because it would’ve been a lie. … Hopefully there would be a next time with Bender though.

 -

The next few weeks were probably the worst Fry had ever had to endure. Modern technology made healing fairly fast but painful and unpleasant buy hey, at least he was out of the cast and bandages in just over a week instead of however long it would’ve taken to heal without such technology. They even had a fix for sunburn so even if it still hurt like hell, it was for a shorter time. But dealing with all that paled in comparison to waiting for news about Bender, good or bad.

With every day that passed Fry became more and more sure that Bender couldn’t be repaired. And yet, until Professor Farnsworth declared he’d failed, there was still hope and thus Fry couldn’t begin to grieve properly even if he’d wanted to. All he could do was wait and hope for good news while dreading the worst.

All the while his guilt weighed on him as if he were still dragging Bender’s mutilated corpse through the desert sands. If he hadn’t gotten himself into trouble in the first place, Bender would’ve never had to break him out. If he’d just not fallen asleep while waiting for him, he might’ve been able to go out and save Bender before it was too late. Or heck, if he’d just not insisted on proving himself to be capable of leading a delivery mission every once in a while, they never would’ve ended up in that situation either. So really it was all his fault.

He didn’t dare venture into the lab to ask for an update again for fear of what he might see or be told. Instead he hung around the Planet Express building, waiting for Farnsworth to come out. He didn’t even go home other than for two lonesome awful nights because it was empty, way too quiet and had too many reminders of his life with Bender. The others expressed concern over this behaviour multiple times but he wouldn’t be able to rest properly until this was resolved one way or the other.

His guilt and growing fear that this ‘adventure’ would have a sad ending kept him up at night. Which served him well as he was lying awake on the break room couch sometime past midnight when his phone rang. Bored and lonely enough to answer even a scam call, he rolled over to grab it off the coffee table. … It was Professor Farnsworth. He almost never called so…

“Hello.” Fry tried to keep his tone as neutral as possible. The call might not have anything to do with Bender and even if it did, it might not be good news. So he shouldn’t let his hopes get too high. … He couldn’t help himself though, he wanted Bender to be alive again so bad.

“Good news Fry, I’ve finished reconstructing Bender.”

Fry froze, almost not daring to move lest it prove to be a dream and moving too much would break it. “Really?”

“Yep.” He was likely intending to say more but…

“I’ll be over right away.” Fry hung up and quickly stumbled off the couch to run to the lab.

“Oh, that was fast,” Farnsworth said, turning to fac Fry as he burst through the doors.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve been sleeping on the break room couch since I got back. Where’s Bender?” Even as he asked, he got his answer.

Farnsworth had built Bender a whole new body. The design was mostly the same but sleeker and shinier, to the point of being almost reflective. Not yet powered up, he lay on the table face up.

“Since it’s impossible to purchase a blank bending unit, I had to make a whole new one,” Farnsworth said, gesturing to him. “And while I was at it, I made some improvements to the design, expensive ones mind too so you two owe me. He’s made of sturdier, lighter metals, and is far more fuel efficient. Also, he’s got…”

“Awesome cool, let’s start him up.” Fry was tired of waiting, he wanted to talk to Bender again right now. They could hear all about Bender’s shiny new improvements later.

“Yes, yes, but before we do that. While I can promise a functioning robot with Bender’s base personality code, these things weren’t exactly meant to be repaired so I had to replace a quite a few things. Where applicable I transferred as much of the data from the old damaged parts onto the new better parts. How much the corrupted data I couldn’t transfer or the parts being new and different will change things, I can’t say until he’s been up and running long enough to get some data on it.”

“So… what you’re saying is he might have amnesia?”

“Definitely not full amnesia, but partial perhaps, or he might just no longer be able to recall a handful of random events. Or something else about him may be different. I literally had to rewire his whole brain basically, it’s hard to do that while keeping everything exactly the same.”

“You tried your best though?”

“Of course.” He sounded offended by the mere suggestion he might not have. “What do you take me for? A lazy nit-wit like yourself? Never. If anyone can repair a machine’s mind that’s been damaged beyond repair, it’s me.”

“All right.” That’s all Fry could ask for and anything was better than nothing. “How do we turn him on?”

Farnsworth reached into his lab coat and pulled out a palm-sized remote. “Here.” He handed it to Fry. “You do the honors.”

The remote had two buttons on it, one that had the universal symbol for power which hadn’t changed in more than a thousand years printed on it, the other read ‘SLEEP’. Fry pressed the former.

On the table, Bender’s eyes opened, revealing that they looked same as his old ones. It was several long tense seconds that felt like forever before he moved though. “What’d you do to me?” He gave Farnsworth a suspicious stare as he slowly sat up and shifted to sit with his legs hanging over the edge of the table.

“He fixed you,” Fry answered as he stepped closer. “How do you feel?”

“‘Fixed’ me?” Bender slid off the table and shook out his limbs a little as he looked down at himself. “Ooh, I’m all shiny and sleek now. It’s like I’m brand new but… newer.”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Farnsworth cut in before Fry could say anything more.

Bender paused and was silent for a few seconds before responding. “Something that I shouldn’t have survived.”

“And you didn’t. But Fry here dragged your horribly mutilated body back here and demanded I repair it. I couldn’t of course because not even I can work miracles, but I did rebuild you. Your body’s entirely new and only a small handful of your electronics are from your old system.”

Bender grimaced. “That means I died, right?”

“Yep.”

He was silent for a few seconds as he seemed to consider that. “Spooky. Well now I know what happens after you die: a whole bunch of nothing. I always suspected that priest bot was scamming people for money. Huh, but now that I’ve officially come back from the dead, I could probably do that too with even more success. Heck, I could probably start my own religion.” He chuckled evilly, rubbing his hands together.

It was good that he was taking the news of his death and revival so well and great to see him already ready to resume cheating strangers out of their money but Fry couldn’t take it anymore. “You’re okay now though right? Everything’s fine again?” It almost seemed too good to be true. And after what Farnsworth had said about maybe something being off with him, Fry almost couldn’t believe it.

Bender’s expression softened as he looked at Fry. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just came back from the dead so honestly, I’d say I’m doing pretty good. I feel a little weird but that’s it. So there’s not need to look at me like that, it’s…”

Fry hugged him. His metal body was cold and hard, not normally what one would think of as comforting but it was to him, even more so as Bender’s arms wrapped around him too. “I missed you so much. And I thought… I was worried that the Professor wouldn’t be able to bring you back for a while there and I just… I’m so glad you’re all right.”

Bender patted him on the back. “It’s good to not be dead anymore.”

Fry was crying again. From relief this time but still Bender would likely tease him for it later but right now he didn’t care, he was too exhausted and relieved to. The last however long Bender had been dead for was with a doubt the worst however long he’d ever had to endure.

“Well, I’ll be going then,” Not even Farnsworth reinserting his presence in the room was enough to get Fry to let go of Bender right now. “before you two get even more gross and sappy. I’ll fill in you about all the improvements I made to your design later when Fry’s not crying on you.”

Bender let Fry hold him uninterrupted for a while after the sound of the lab doors opening and closing announced Farnsworth’s departure. But he had only so much tolerance for such things. “All right meatbag,” he said eventually as he gently peeled Fry off of him, “we should probably head home too. You can tell me everything I missed while I was dead sometime tomorrow, okay?”

Fry nodded before wiping his eyes and nose with his jacket sleeve. “Okay. Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too.” Bender took Fry’s hand as they started for the exit. If he was at all bothered by how tightly Fry squeezed back, he didn’t show it. Holding his hand like this was so much better, from here on out Fry would do his best to never take it or Bender in general for granted again.

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The next morning I woke up with a pounding head. Even chugging water before going to sleep had not helped to prevent the hangover that was now haunting me. I didn’t even want to imagine how Tyler felt as he’d had way more to drink than I did but least he had the day off. 

A cold shower and changing into a comfortable outfit made things better but I still would’ve loved to stay in bed all day.

Yogi didn’t care about my headache of course and wanted attention as soon as I stumbled into the living room downstairs. After throwing his favorite ball a few times in the backyard I could at least convince him to come cuddling with me on the sofa. 

At that point my mind went back to the previous night and the way Tyler had looked at me all evening. On a whim I pulled my phone out to shoot a text to Tyler.

Me: Are you up yet?

I didn’t have to wait long until he sent back a picture of himself buried under Gerry on the couch, similar to my own position. Even sleepy he looked hot as hell, which was definitely not fair to everyone else on this planet.

Tyler: Barely.. My headache is so bad I didn’t even manage to make breakfast yet

I hadn’t gotten that far yet either so I suggested making breakfast together, mostly because I was too lazy to do all the work by myself and also because even though I had only seen him a couple of hours ago, I wouldn’t mind looking at this fine male specimen again.

I wasn’t really in the mood for walking and I definitely shouldn’t be driving in my stage so I decided on the easiest option, putting on roller skates and having Yogi pull me over to Tyler’s house. Perks of having a Husky mix. We had done this a couple of times over the last month and each time I had to do less work in my skates. Yogi was growing up so fast and his genes made him the perfect partner for stuff like this, in a couple of weeks I could probably stop skating altogether and only yell directions.

Tyler waited for me at the front gate to his house and started laughing as soon as he saw Yogi dragging me across the street. He opened the iron gates and then filmed us as Yogi kept running to his front door.

“Before you accuse me of anything, he loves this!”, I yelled over my shoulder as we passed him but I had to laugh as well. I knew we probably looked ridiculous but at least it was great exercise for the dog.

“Do you think I could get one of mine to do this with me?”, Tyler asked as I took of the skates in his doorway, letting Yogi off the leash.

“No way. Cash and Marshall are too lazy and with Gerry you’d end up flat on your ass in five seconds. One squirrel is all it’d take to ruin your day but you’re welcome to come with us sometime. I think you’re too heavy for him to pull though, he can barely do me.”

His pout made me laugh, which kind of didn’t make my headache any more enjoyable but he knew there was absolutely no way Yogi could pull him the way he’d just pulled me.

“You make it sound like I’m fat, this is all muscle baby”, Tyler joked, pulling up the hem of his shirt and flexing. I already knew that he was definitely anything but fat from feeling him up the day before, but I wasn’t going to turn down or interrupt the show he was currently giving me so I kept giving him unimpressed looks.

“You still probably weigh twice as much as I do so that’s too much for Yogi but I could probably do it, it’ll be a great workout for me”

With the way his face lit up at my idea nobody would have been able to guess that this guy probably spent half his life skating around and actually enjoying it, no matter if on or off the ice.

“I’ll definitely take you up on that but let’s do that sometime when I don’t feel like there’s a techno rave going on inside my head”

With that we moved on to the kitchen and Tyler put on some music as background noise for our cooking. Yogi was outside, happily chasing Tyler’s dogs around and taking full advantage of the pool. Rifling through his fridge I pulled out some fruits for smoothies and to snack while he prepared everything for ‘The Best Hangover Breakfast’, aka grilled cheese sandwiches. I was cutting up some watermelon and humming along to the music when Tyler spoke up.

“My friends and teammates have all been texting me nonstop about you, they probably like you better than me already”

His comment made me smile but I was unsure what to respond for a moment. As much as I enjoyed my time with him, I knew what everyone else said about him and it was stuff like this that could cause lots of problems for me in the future if I wasn’t careful.

“That’s because I’m way nicer than you are but they’ll probably never let us play beer pong together again”, I deflected, desperately trying to keep things at a platonic level where I felt comfortable.

“How are you so good at that by the way? I didn’t really peg MIT students as the type of people who would be good at frat party games”

“You’d be surprised really, you’re constantly under so much pressure that you need a way of blowing off some steam and smart people usually have the dumbest ideas. In my junior year for example we were throwing a party in our dorm and calculated the exact number of toilets we needed to flush in order to break the plumbing system. We didn’t really think far ahead though, because we had to use the showers and toilets in other dorms for over a week after that”, I told him and he burst out in a giggle that would have most sorority girls proud, gripping the counter so he wouldn’t fall over. His ridiculous laugh was so infectious that I had to laugh as well, still immensely fond of all the crazy things that had happened during college.

“Sometimes I wish I could’ve gone to college as well, from what I’ve heard most people have a blast there and I feel like I’ve missed out on a lot”, he told me after he’d calmed down, now turned around so he could look me in the eyes.

“I don’t know about that, you kinda got the best of both worlds. You didn’t have daily mental breakdowns during exam season and still got to attend frat parties and stuff. You also get to do something you love for a living, so your life doesn’t look too bad if you ask me”, I responded softly, getting the feeling that he truly did feel like he’d simply skipped over an important part in life. He smiled at me and we dropped the topic, instead continuing a more lighthearted conversation and taking our breakfast outside.

“I’m going to miss having all this time to myself soon. I still have two more weeks until my self-imposed deadline but I need to start buying stuff for my office and take care of all these other things”, I sighed, leaning back on my chair and closing my eyes to shut out the sun. I looked forward to being productive again, but I also really loved doing whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

“I get what you mean. I have all those workouts and practice still but it’s nothing compared to when the season starts, especially when we want to make the playoffs again. I love hockey and I can’t wait to play again but it’s just a lot sometimes”, Tyler responded and I nodded understandingly.

“For you it’s worse because you’re in the spotlight all the time. If I fuck up that’s on me and reflects only on myself and maybe the people that I’m working with. People blame you for things you have no control over most of the time and get mad all the time”

He nodded and was quiet for a while after that, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. We were simply both lost in our thoughts but still enjoying each other’s presence. Eventually the pounding in my head subsided and Tyler must have felt better as well because he offered to show me around the house.

I was wrong about the waterslide into his pool being as extra as one could get because I hadn’t noticed the small lake with a goddamn fountain and private tennis court the day before.

“We’ll have to play sometime, I’ll wipe the floor with you”, I said after he told me that he didn’t really play that much. It was a mystery to me why he would need a private court in that case but that’s athletes, I guess. I wasn’t even that good myself but I was determined to beat him. He promised to end me in basketball in turn and he was probably right, because that sport had for obvious reasons, mostly my height and tiny hands, never been my forte.

The way he was proudly showing me all of his hockey related belongings was incredibly endearing and his comments were super cute. It was clear that he loved the game and that nothing could stop this passion and I admired him for it.

Quite a while later I made my way back to my house, Yogi almost not wanting to get out of the humongous pool. Once I had the roller skates back on, I got in the mood for it and for the next hour we casually continued skating around, although this time I didn’t let him do all the work. I really needed to stop slacking and look up nearby gyms soon or I could kiss all of my hard work on my body goodbye.

The rest of my Saturday afternoon was spent texting Katie about lunch and in front of my tablet, facetiming the girls so I could relay the events of the day before. Safe to say there was constant screaming, squealing and lots of questions being shot at me. Lisa was incredibly pleased with herself because her plan of getting Tyler’s attention had worked but Emily was worried that it had worked a little too well while Mara kept saying that I was living her dream.

“You need to tone it down a bit, I think. You said you didn’t want to risk your friendship through sleeping with him right now, so you need to make sure that things don’t get this heated again or you’re going to get hurt”, she said softly and I knew she had a point. Keeping my hands off of Tyler for now would be the only way to avoid unnecessary drama. I knew his type and while I usually didn’t mind hookups, famous athletes weren’t the best choice in that department.

“From what you’ve told he sounds incredibly sweet but don’t forget that that could all be an act to get you to sleep with him. Don’t shut him out completely though, just kinda slowly test the waters but stay in the shallow part if you know what I’m getting at”, Mara threw in and started wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. I wasn’t entirely sure I knew what she meant but I also didn’t know if I wanted an explicit explanation on what she considered the shallow part to be exactly.

“And if you really need to get laid to get it out of your system, I have some people in your area I can hook you up with, literally”, Lisa threw in and if there wasn’t a screen between us, I’d have smacked her across the head.

I decided to not have a lazy Sunday for once, as I’d literally had lazy days for almost two weeks straight. Instead I grabbed measuring tape and walked into the second living room, soon to be my office. For the next three hours I was busy measuring everything and slowly putting together a plan on my tablet while also cursing the US customary system of units. I had lived the last seven years in the US and while I had gotten used to the seemingly random numbers over time, I was still convinced that it was only implemented to fuck with people.

The room was thankfully big enough to fit a medium-sized conference table that I’d need and my own desk without feeling crowded. The big windows weren’t optimal because of the computer screens, but they were facing north at least. They would also help to not make this room look like a bunker once I finally had everything I needed.

Happy with the work I had done I finally relaxed on my couch with Yogi curled up on top of me. I was full on prepared to spend the rest of my day with him like this, but Tyler had other plans. We’d only met half a week ago and seen each other every day since, mostly out of his initiative and today would apparently be no different. He asked me if I wanted to watch some movies ‘with the children’ and I invited him over to my place along with the dogs.

Ten minutes later he was standing at my door in shorts and a deliciously tight t shirt, the dogs excitedly circling his legs before greeting me enthusiastically. Afterwards I leaned up to hug him while he joked that I only liked him for the dogs.

“It’s a big part I’m not gonna lie”, I teased and ushered him inside where our children were already running around and playing with each other. They got along so well and it was a very cute sight to see.

“Your place looks really beautiful by the way, you have a great taste for this stuff”, he commented, picking up a throw pillow from the couch to inspect it further. It wasn’t the first time he’d been to my house, but last time he had only really focused on the kitchen because we were both really hungry.

I took him on a little tour around the house and pointed out different things along the way while we updated each other on any possible news.

“This is going to be the office but it doesn’t look like much right now, I have to go and buy all of the stuff that I need sometime this week so don’t judge me”

“I’m not judging but if you need some help I can come with you. I think I have a noon practice when you’re getting lunch with the girls so you can come with them to the arena after and I can take you”, he offered and I mentally had a slack jaw out of surprise. This was nothing like the Tyler that was always portrayed in the media, but I wasn’t sure if it was an act like Mara said or if he was being genuine. I needed to be careful but at the same time I really wanted to figure out why he bothered being so nice with me.

The dogs were following us around of course and I picked up Yogi and carried him upstairs, explaining to Tyler that he was scared of stairs for some reason. He insisted on getting to carry Yogi back downstairs because he thought it was cute. We also kept stopping because he asked me all kinds of questions and demanded stories to most pictures so by the time we finished the tour my stomach was already announcing that it was time for dinner.

“What do you want to eat?”, I asked him once we were back in my kitchen.

“Don’t tell on me but I’ve been craving pizza all day”, he responded and I laughed because he might be 27 but from what I’ve learned so far he’d have the eating habits of a five year old if he could.

“Am I going to get you in trouble if I make us some?”, I asked, already mentally checking if I had all of the needed ingredients in the house.

“You’re going to make me pizza? I was actually thinking of just ordering some but now there’s no way I’m turning that down so it’s going to have to be our secret, I guess”

“I’m not going to make you pizza, we are going to make pizza for the both of us because I really think it’s about time you learn how to make anything besides grilled cheese”, I chided him on his terrible cooking skills. It was a mystery how he’d survived so long without barely any basic knowledge in the kitchen, but I was planning to change that from now on.

I was currently both enjoying and regretting that decision at the same time.

I leaned against the kitchen island next to Tyler, trying not to drool over the way his big hands were working on the dough. I could see his muscles working under that tight shirt and honestly kneading pizza dough should not be this sexy, but Tyler somehow made my thoughts go in directions that were anything but appropriate.

“Can you get my hair out of my face? There’s this one strand that just keeps fucking with me”, he cursed and I laughed, softly reaching up to help him out. He wasn’t wearing a snapback tonight and his hair was all over the place by now, which was kind of cute but also definitely kind of hot. At this point my body didn’t know how to react anymore.

I was taking pictures of him ‘to commemorate these first steps’ and while I couldn’t exactly post any on social media without causing a shitstorm, I sent some of them to the girls, making the groupchat explode with messages. Tyler made me film him and add it to his insta story so he could show off his new skill to the world

Gerry and Yogi joined us on the couch while we waited for the dough to rise. Cash was sprawled out on the floor and Marshall had made himself comfortable on Yogi’s bed. I let Tyler pick out a movie while trying to make myself comfortable next to him. He had one arm resting on the back of the couch and I gradually found myself snuggling closer as the time passed. I had just put my head down on his shoulder when my timer reminded me that we had food to attend to.

I showed Tyler how to properly roll it out and then let him take over. His first try was so terrible that I found myself documenting everything again but the second time around he was doing much better already. With some help from me we soon had two near perfectly round pieces of dough ready to be turned into deliciousness.

Tyler had called me an European pizza snob when I’d told him that I didn’t have any peperoni because I didn’t like the greasy fake taste of the sausage but he let me pick out substitutes for him to add instead. Soon the smell made waiting even harder and I couldn’t concentrate on the film anymore but Tyler rubbing circles on my back probably played a part in that as well.

“You might be a snob but you know how to make pizza like damn”, he exclaimed after taking the first bite and I smiled proudly. America had much to learn when it came to pizza and I was more than happy to broaden his horizon in that department.

“That’s why I try to avoid most Italian restaurants here, the food there doesn’t taste the way it’s supposed to and American lasagna is a disgrace to the Italian masterpiece “

“Like I said, snob”

Afterwards we were cuddled up on the couch again and Tyler let me pick out the next movie. I desperately tried to avoid anything with romance or sex in it because I wasn’t sure I could handle that with him so close to me right now. I was leaning against the armrest and this time Tyler was using my lap as a pillow. I tried to stop myself but eventually gave in and started to weave my hand through his hair, softly stroking his head.

He let out a low hum of pleasure and I couldn’t help the direction my thoughts were now going. This much sexual tension was not normal, was it?

“Now I know why my dogs like you so much, you give the best head scratches, especially with those long nails”, he said and I laughed softly, not knowing what to respond instead.

Halfway through the movie I fully lied down and Tyler put his head right below my boobs, wrapping an arm around my body. Now we were both fully reclined on my couch and he had to rest some of his weight on me so we could both fit but I didn’t mind. I kept my hand in his hair at first but eventually moved downwards, slowly and lightly raking my nails across his back the way I knew guys loved.

“Fuck, this feels so good”, he murmured against me and my mind went straight back to the gutter again. How could it not when he was saying stuff like that?!

By the end of the movie I was close to passing out and Tyler wasn’t any different. He slowly untangled himself from me and then called for his dogs, who had fallen asleep already. He thanked me for the pizza and everything else and then he was out the door, leaving me to fall into a peaceful slumber, my dreams filled with images of him.

On Monday a package arrived for me, even though I hadn’t ordered anything lately. I was suspicious to open it but was rewarded with a new pair of the Givenchy slides Gerry had ruined. There was even a note attached that read:

Still sorry that Gerry chewed on your shoes but I’m also happy I got to meet you because of that

-Tyler

The gesture was so sweet that I couldn’t stop smiling for the next couple of hours. I sent a picture of me wearing them to Tyler, thanking him for the present and another picture of the note to the girls, who were of course freaking out again.

The day after that Tyler texted me to see if I was up for an adventure after he finished his workout at noon, an invitation I’d never turn down.

Tyler: It’s not dog-friendly, but you’re going to love the aquarium here it’s awesome

He told me that one of his friends could watch the dogs, the same one who would sometimes watch them whenever he had to go on roadtrips during the season. He said that this way we wouldn’t have to rush through and could grab a bite to eat afterwards as well. His offer was hard to turn down, so I agreed and quickly showered before picking out a cute outfit and leaving to pick him up. It was time to get some more kilometers on my new car.

“Nice car, is that the SQ5?”, Tyler whistled as I parked in his driveway to let Yogi out, who immediately ran ahead to greet him.

“Get your facts straight dude, that’s the SQ8. I thought you were into cars?”, I teased and stood up un my tippy toes to hug him.

“I am but I never really got into Audis, although looking at that I might have to”, he responded grinning and I lightly swatted at his chest before walking inside where his friend was already waiting. I’d brought stuff for Yogi and made sure that he was comfortable before we said our goodbyes and left. We pulled out on the driveway and Tyler typed in the address of the aquarium.

I let him select one of his playlists and was surprised to hear Justin Bieber blasting through my speakers. This guy was truly unpredictable. It was quite the sight to see this 200-pound, burly and bearded guy loudly singing along and knowing all the words to ���Love Yourself’ but the hilarity of it had me in tears soon enough. His song choices kept surprising me until we finally pulled into the parking lot. I locked the car and turned around to see Tyler looking at me as if he was trying to figure something out.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but how are you affording all of this? You live in our neighborhood, you wear 200$ slides to the dog park and you drive a car that I’m pretty sure costs well over 100 grand. Do you make this much from developing apps only or is there a side business that you haven’t told me about yet?”, he asked curiously and I mentally flinched.

I didn’t mind talking about money with Tyler per se, he was well off himself for all that mattered, but I always got embarrassed talking about my past. However, if I had to talk about the way I had made loads of money, I might as well do it with somebody who was racking in large sums as well. His life was crazy enough that he might understand me.

“Do you want the short answer or the full story?”

“The full story of course. I got all day baby”, he tried to lighten the mood and I had to laugh at the pet name.

“Consider this your heads up though, it gets kind of crazy at some points”, I warned, before starting at the beginning.

Part Four here

#Slides and Serendipity #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl players #hockey writing #tyler seguin #dallas stars #dallas #fanfiction #hot hockey players #nhl

[steponmepinkjun]

GIRL U THINK UR DELUSIONAL??? I CANT EVEN SAY SOME OF THE SHIT IVE THOUGHT CAUSE ITS SO EMBARRASSING TO CONFESS OUT LOUD LIKE... dont get me wrong im not one of those fans who are convinced im gonna marry my bias or some shit like that but like MAN MY BRAIN BE LIKE BRRRRRR SKZ BRRRRR CHANLIX BRRRRR just the other day i came to the realization that realistically not every member of skz is lgbt just bc i think they're cool and i was sitting here like a clown going "why is this genuinely disappointing to me? why does it matter" 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 logically i know we do not know skz personally BUT THAT DONT STOP MY BRAIN FROM THINKING THOUGHTS.... IT RLY FEELS LIKE I KNOW THEM.... probably bc ive been stanning them longer than ive had literally 95% of my friends like i can think of a whopping 2 friends i still talk to that i knew before the skz brainrot and i had tons of friends at the time like yeah regular people might ghost me but skz would NEVER... we delulu as hell but tbh i dont think it's a bad thing if were overly attached to them so long as we know our boundaries and dont go all sasaeng on them. ill let my brain think funky thoughts all it wants cause i will only ever observe skz from a distance. this has been a word vomit by yours truly and i dont want to reread anything i just wrote 😃👍 mento iwwness indeed in this chili's -felix bi anon

NO FR BESTIE I BE IN MY HEAD THINKING THE DUMBEST MOST DISCONNECTED FROM REALITY, MENTALLY ILL SHIT EVER CONCERNING THEM AND I WILL NEVER EXPOSE 95% OF IT TO THE WORLD BECAUSE I HAVE NO DIGNITY BUT IF I DID IT WOULD DAMAGE MY CREDIBILITY AS A HUMAN PERSON WHO LIVES ON PLANET EARTH 😂😂😂😂 WE DONT NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT, WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK AAAALLLLLL THAT 🤣 I s2g people can pry my personal honion that they are all OBVI reppin the alphabet mafia every day of every week out of my COLD, DEAD HANDS. Perhaps there is a universe where Stray Kids are straight kids but that is NOT the world we are living in, no shape, no form, no way, no how. I am sorry to anyone who disagrees but the truth is hard pill to swallow and I'm the pharmacist 😙 It isn't up to me, I don't make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️ If I wanna sit there and lay in bed at night thinking about what kinda friendship I'd have w them if we were irl besties that's my business 😂 (I know frfr Seungmin would not fuck w me at all on any level, he is the type of virgo reppin the Virgang that would absolutely murder my ass, it hurts me but it's TRUE and even tho I would ride out for Changbinnue I know his Leo ass would get hella on my nerves and it is just a fact, just a FACT, that libra and Aquarius go together like peanut butter and jelly, I DONT MAKE THE RULES, I KNOW CHAN AND I WOULD BE BESTIES IRL, I KNOW WE WOULD, ITS NOT UP TO ME, TALK TO THE COSMOS YALL) and like............ I FEEL THE MENTO IWWNESS IN THIS CHILI'S TONIGHT 😌

#I CAN FEEL THE MENTO IWWNESS COMIN IN THE AIR TONIGHT.... HAWLD AWWWNNNNN........... #I cannot help my brain from going on these rampages #I HATE TO ADMIT THAT TWO AQUARIANS CANNOT COEXIST AND MY FANTASY OF BEING INNIE'S ADOPTIVE BIG SIS/BESTIE COULD NEVER BE REAL 😭 #THE FACT THAT THEY'RE IDOLS AND IM A GARBAGE CAN? NOT THE ISSUE. ITS THE ZODIACS THAT ARE STANDING IN MY WAY 😭 #I type this as I use my tiny grabby little raccoon hands to scoop the remains of an old dumpster pizza into my lil mouth #My personal faults??? IRRELEVANT. It is the STARS that keep us apart #THE STARS.... CAN'T DO IT. NOT TODAY. #THE WISH... TO BASK #asksteppie #felix-bi-anon

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #304

“she’s got a hold on me  /  maybe she is just what they want me to be”

How many foreign friends do you have? Only one that I know of that actually immigrated into America in their life. I think. In which countries do they live? She was born in Asia, either China or Japan. What was your dream birthday party as a kid? I either wanted to go to the skating rink or Chuck E. Cheese. Have you ever come up with your own game? As a kid, definitely. Whose hand did you hold last? Probably my niece's or nephew's if they were taking me somewhere. What was the last thing you planted? Habaneros, I think. Do you have a green thumb or are you all thumbs with plants? I don't really try with plants because I'm not interested in the maintenance. What or who was the last thing you gossiped about? Does telling your therapist about another person and what they do to stress you out count? lol Any books on your night stand? Wings of Fire: The Brightest Night. Would you ever consider going vegetarian? I was briefly one, but I had to introduce meat back into my diet because I just hate too many foods needed to keep me healthy without meat. I would love love LOVE to go vegan, but I just can't. When's the last time you helped a senior citizen somehow? Probably holding open a door for someone in a wheelchair. What's the most selfless act you have done? I don't know... Maybe letting my mother use all my Christmas and birthday money (which was a lot) to take care of bills to keep us from being evicted and losing the car. She was going to pay me back, but then cancer happened. Have you ever intentionally fed a house spider? No. What makes you feel lucky? The fact I have a roof over my head, food on the table, access to water... That kind of stuff. Never take it for granted. How many Lidls are there in your town? One. Last time you went to Ikea, what did you buy? I don't believe we've ever bought anything from there? But I wouldn't really know. How do you like your favorite beverage? Really cold in a can, heeeeell yeah. What's your big family secret? We don't really have one. What did you think you were good at, until you saw someone else do it? I remember thinking I was the "gifted" artist in school until I met my acquaintance Cailin in the 5th grade, lol. She is SO talented. What is something nice going on in your life right now? My partial hospitalization program is going well. I'm getting more comfortable with talking via things like Zoom, it's a good opportunity for me to socialize with like-minded people almost every day, and I ADORE one of the teachers so much so that I want him to be my normal therapist. I have never in the entirety of my life felt less judged and more cared for from any therapist before him, and it's almost supernatural how easily this man reads people. You could twitch a certain way and he picks it up. I'm ready for him to teach more of the sessions. What was the pinnacle of wealth to you as a child? The idea of owning one of those toy crane machines, haha. If I saw one in a store, I would like beeeeg for it. I remember I cried once when I came across one I adored, it was just too expensive, lol. I did eventually get a little one, I think. What's something that you hate, but can't live without? My meds. What skill do you not talk about, because you feel it sounds like bragging? I don't really brag about anything I think I'm good at because I feel bad about it and don't wanna emit a "better than you" vibe. Who's the worst person you've encountered on the Internet? Ahhh, a lovely "friend" nicknamed Shakes. God she hated me. If death wasn't a consequence, what would you try? Probably ride a motorcycle. I'm too scared to risk the possibility of crashing, and those wrecks are nasty. What's the dumbest thing you've heard someone say? There's this one video of a TV show host thinking the moon was a planet and it was just- What is the worst smell you can remember? This smell was forever branded into my memory as if it was fuckin trauma. When my late dog Teddy had a massive, infected cyst near his ~you know~ and also wore diapers because of incontinence with his age (also keep in mind he had a UTI we couldn't afford to fix, and that smells bad enough), changing the diaper he would wear overnight could, swear to God, be enough to make you puke. It literally came to a point that I personally could no longer do it. It sounds so so bad and selfish, and it probably is, but Mom had to do it before she left and came home from work; she's way less fazed by stuff like that than me. Yes, when we had the money, we got the cyst removed. What song gets better the louder it gets? Only like, every song I enjoy. The louder the better until it becomes obnoxious to others. What's the biggest inconvenience that does NOT ruin your day? Having to pee at like an unnatural frequency? haha What's something everybody should know how to do? Cook... which I don't know how to do. What is a great movie no one knows about? I'unno. I don't really know the success level of most movies unless you see stuff about it everywhere. What type of person could the world use less of? Rapists, pedophiles, monsters like that. What makes you tingle? I have this odd reaction to rubbing my hand while someone is holding it???? idk why????? What’s the best Wi-Fi name you’ve seen? Oh MAN, I wish I could remember 'em all. I've seen some goodies. What's easy to learn, but hard to master? God, it's pathetic that my immediate response is related to a video game, haha. Then again it's such a common idea that it's basically a meme in the World of Warcraft community. So, playing hunters in the game. They're argued to be one of the - if not the - easiest classes in the game that requires little to no skill, while as a hunter main, I disagree with the second part firmly. I don't know about the other specializations because I don't play them, but at least in beast mastery, it takes focus and thinking ahead to master your rotation for optimal damage and just to generally be a skilled player of the class. Not to mention you need to watch your pet(s), too. What's something you've changed your opinion on? Wow, LOTS. Tons of political ideas, like my stance on gay rights, transgender folks, etc... If you had a refilling bowl, what would you want it to contain? For some reason my mind immediately jumped to fresh strawberries. I'm picky with the firmness of fruit, so I won't eat them if they're older because ew. If your bedroom had three portals to anywhere, where would they lead? I mean this in the least creepy way possible, but Sara's house so we could actually hang out, Dad's house so I could see him more, and then uhhh South Africa to regularly see meerkitties. You can ask any author one question about their story. What do you ask? Oh, I dunno. I've got some for writers of other media, but I guess by "author," you mean this is for books exclusively. If you have caffeine late in the day, does it cause you to struggle with your sleep? Shit, I wouldn't even know because I essentially always have caffeine in my system. I don't believe it affects me. When you struggle to sleep, what do you do instead? Keep trying to sleep, or more common than not, I do exactly what you shouldn't do and get back on the laptop for a while. Who was the last person you spoke to for the first time? How did you come to speak to this person? My most recent therapist in the PHP. I love love love him. The therapists rotate the days they teach, and he was the last one I met. Are there any TV shows from your childhood that you still watch today? I'm not opposed to it if I actually watched television. Do you enjoy buying gifts for other people, or do you never know what to buy them? If I actually have the money to, omg yes. I honestly do think I create or buy very thoughtful gifts, and I just really enjoy reminding other people that I love and think about them. Who were you with the last time you went out for a meal? My sisters, Mom, and I went to the Cheesecake Factory for my birthday dinner. That place has come to oust Olive Garden as my favorite restaurant, haha. What’s the last thing you watched on TV? Is this a programme you watch regularly? I believe it was this amateur cooking show called Nailed It!, I think it was, with my mom when I sat in the living room with her for dinner one night. Do you have a favorite documentary subject (eg. nature, celebrities, history, crime)? Absolutely animals. Does having to wear a mask stop you from doing anything, just because you dislike them or find them uncomfortable? Do not fucking talk to me if you're anti-mask. If I set foot in public, I'm wearing a mask like a goddamn considerate human being. Do you prefer zip-up or overhead hoodies? Overhead. I really dislike the appearance of zippers on them. If you have a yard or garden, how much time do you spend out there? N/A When was the last time someone bought you flowers? What was the occasion? I think it was the first time Tyler came to my house. This was quite a few years ago. When was the last time you stayed overnight away from home? Was this with friends, family or in a hotel somewhere? What was the occasion? Hell, I'm pretty sure I haven't slept over anywhere since the last time I was visiting Sara, which was like, two years ago. What’s your favorite period to learn about in history? What got you interested in this particular era? The Renaissance; I always found it to be an attractive subject, art being in its "glory days" and all. My Art History course in college really hooked me in. What is the smallest thing you lose your temper over instantly? Homophobic bullshit. What's a job that doesn't get enough respect? As others have said before me, teachers might just top the list. The shit they gotta put up with for so little pay... What did you take for granted until you visited another country? I've never left America, so I wouldn't know. Who is your favorite scientist and why? I don't have a favorite; I don't know nearly enough about any. Do you prefer emoticons or emoji? I'm from the emoticons era, so I'm biased, haha. How did you meet your pet? Roman was the kitten of one of my sister's mother-in-law's females. They have quite a cat problem and wanted to adopt the kittens out, and Mom knew I desperately wanted a cat, so there we go. One day when we were over there, she showed me the kittens, and Roman caught my eye instantly with his beautiful blue eyes. Venus, I "met" via the Morph Market, a reptile hub website for selling, as the name implies, reptiles that are generally morphs of their species. I was clicking through the genes, keeping my price ceiling in mind, and really fell in love with champagnes, and I thought Venus in specific was just absolutely beautiful. I officially met her as a little thing mailed to me, and she was and still is just the sweetest. I wanna point out that when I chose Venus, I hadn't the slightest idea that champagnes harbored "the spider gene," as otherwise I would have avoided adopting her and feeding the market. Regardless, I love her to death and wouldn't trade her out. Did/Do you have any PEZ dispensers? I did as a kiddo, yeah. Do you enjoy erotic stories? If so, do you read them or write them? No; they make me really uncomfortable. When writing RP, some scenes can get sexual, but I have my limits for sure and know when to stop writing and just time-skip. If you had to choose, which one would you rather have: a pet or a baby? Keep the baby away from me. Gimme a plains hognose or tarantula, please. ^Why did you choose the one you chose? I don't want kids at all but would love the mentioned animals as pets. Do you live with your parents or on your own/with a partner? I live with my mother. What's the car of your dreams? I don't have a "dream car." Have you ever witnessed something or someone die? Animals, yes. Has anyone ever told you that you snore or talk in your sleep? I don't snore, but I talk a LOT. Do you have any houseplants? No. Are you more on a laptop or a desktop computer? I only have a laptop, and I prefer them for portability's sake. If you could do absolutely anything, what would you like to do the most? Entirely leave behind my anxiety, probably. Or PTSD. Do you think your parents raised you well? Yeah. Dad didn't really take much part in "raising" us/enforcing rules and stuff, but hey, my sisters and I wound up being good people. Do you have a Facebook? Yeah. Do you know any of your neighbors? Definitely not well. We haven't lived here long at all. Does/did any of your relatives have an interesting, nowadays unusual job? I'm sure somebody does. Have you met your ideal partner yet? I think so. Have you had a serious relationship yet? If so, how many? Yeah, two. Do you enjoy books, magazines or comic books the most? Books. Are your parents old-fashioned or up-to-date about certain things? Dad is more old-fashioned I think, while Mom is pretty up-to-date. Do you or did you at some point keep a diary? I very briefly did on a few occasions. I always had a journal I wrote in during all my hospital stays. Have you ever upcycled trash into useful items? I remember I once followed this craft idea on Animal Planet where you turn a milk jug into a bird house. We never got any birds in it, though. Which color Skittle do you like best? The only right answer is red. What’s your favorite element? Of the classic four, fire. If you had your own radio show, what would it be like? YIKES, I don't want one. Don't make me talk in front of (through a radio or not) people. What has been the biggest surprise you’ve ever gotten? An "impossible" breakup over Facebook Messenger lmaoooo. Is there a holiday you can’t stand at all? There aren't any that I "can't stand," but I do hold at least some degree of dislike of ones bastardized by religion. It's disrespectful as fuck. Who is your favorite person in the whole world? My mom. Has there ever been an activity you became obsessed with? I was definitely obsessed with RPing in my early teens. Like, I ALWAYS wanted to be writing it. What has been the strangest place you ran into someone from your past? I can't think of an occurance. What is something people tend to come to you about? Anything related to English and grammar. If applicable, what's the furthest you've traveled because of a hobby? For purely a hobby, definitely not very far, partially because I can't drive or afford travelling via plane or whatever. Do you have souvenirs from other countries? If so, what and from where? N/A What do you do when someone is talking to you about something you don't care about? Pretend to be interested to avoid being rude. Do you have Photoshop installed on your computer? Yeah. Do you put lotion on after you get out of the shower? No, but I need to. Has anyone ever given you a promise ring? No. Do you have any bruises on you? Yeah, on my shin. When getting in Ash's van the other day, I hit it against the thing that helps you step up into the vehicle. Because of my muscle atrophy, I, and I am not kidding, can barely manage to absolutely yank myself up there. And mind you, her van isn't even very high up at all. My legs are just that damn weak. Any changes in appearance lately? Gaining weight is fucking lovely. Who was the last person to call you babe or baby? Probably a gal friend commenting on a selfie or something on Facebook. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? Sometimes. Do you actually care about other's problems? Probably too much for my own good. Have you ever gotten a teddy bear from someone? Besides my mom, I don't think so.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''big bad wolf'' by in this moment

[ally-writes-many-things]

Secret Voight (Jay Halstead) S2 Part 1

Summary: The team finally knows that Y/N is Voight's daughter. One secret is out but theres still one secret that's not out. Y/N and Jay's relationship. Will that stay a secret or not? I mean Voight always finds out about things, right? Season two of Secret Voight starts now.

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Warning or A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long! Been busy with work. But I'm working on part 2 as I'm posting this!

I stood there with my arms crossed looking at my half brother, unimpressed. The only thing that has changed about him from the last time I saw him was his height. "Y/N! Come on!"

    You looked away from him, trying to figure out what to say before you looked back at him. "Come on, nothing. I'm not feeding into your habit,"

    Justin looked at you as if you had slapped him. "Fine, whatever. You had never helped me and didn't care about me. You only cared about impressing dad and that why you got applied to be on Intelligence,"

     You just sat there looking at him like he was the dumbest person on the planet. "Justin, you can try to guilt me all you want but I'm not gonna change my mind,"

     He huffs and walked away but stop midway to whoever's car was parked behind him. "You know, you're just like dad,"

    Your dad may do some shady things but he is loyal. You rolled your eyes and walked to your car and got into it and screamed out in frustration. When you met Justin, he was alread to lost and you were never clicked with him as you were 'too much' like your father. Him and Voight didn't have a great relationship. You tried to help him over and over, gave him hundreds of dollars but he would blow them on stupid things and you had enough of it. You didn't know what he wanted this time but the way he looked and acted it wasnt anything good. You sighed and drove to 21st.

     You walked into Intelligence and you saw Jay start to walk up to you, which you walked past him and to your father's office. His door was open, so you just walked into his office but shut the door. "You need to do something with Justin before he gets killed,"

     Your father swirls around looked at you. "Not even a good morning?"

     You rolled your eyes. "Good morning. You need to do something with Justin befoe he gets killed,"

     Voight puts his hands together and just  looked at you. You rolled your eyes. "He called me last night after. Did you know he got out early?"

     Voight shook his head. "No. What did he want and when did he get out?"

    "Like a month ago, he asked to meet up. The when we did asked me for money and dad, he doesn't look good,"

      Voight just nodded and sighed. "Theres nothing anyone can do. I've tried. You've tried. Everyone has tried. Jail obviously didn't do anything,"

    You were about to say something but Voight stopped you. "Dont worry about him. We got a case,"

   You sighed in defeat, he walked to the door and opened it for you. You just looked at him for a minute before walking out and over to your desk. Voight walked to the middle of the room. "All right, there are two unrelated wire investigations. Surveillance followed three of area central's top-ranking gang targets to this house on Carpenter. Narcotics hasn't gotten anywhere with it, so command staff wants Intelligence on it. Roll out in five,"

    Voight took a look around the room before coming downstairs. You grabbed your gun and badge from your desk and started to walk downstairs when Jay walked next to you. "Everything go okay with Justin?"

    You didn't answer him and kept walking. Jay whistled. "I take that as a no,"

    "You have that right,"

   You got into Jay's passenger seat as he climbed into the driver's seat. You looked around to see if anyone was near the truck and no one was there. You leaned over to Jay and turned his head to face you and kissed him. He smiled within the kiss and placed his hand on your cheek. You pulled away after a fee seconds and looked at him. "Sorry, just wedded that,"

     Jay shook his head and chuckled. "No need to apologize babe. It's always welcomed,"

    You smiled as Jay turned on his truck.

    ----

    You put the walkie up to your mouth and called the team. "We got the main eye," 

    Voight came through next. "We're set up to the north. We got the south and a partial of the alley. If anyone goes mobile from the house, we're in position for a take-away. Oh and Ruzek, move closer. See if there's any movement in the house,"

     At the same time I saw a someone walk up, Jay did too and he called it in. "Hold up. We got company,"

    The guy started to pull something out and you noticed it was a gun before you could call it in, Atwater called it in. "Gun!"

    We quickly got of the car and as soon as he did we were under attack. I don't know how lmany there were or how long it took, all I know was it was silent as it the gunfire crease. We walked into the house and started to clear the house. "Clear!"

    You and Jay walked into the last room. "Police! Clear!"

    You saw someone dead on the floor and other one that was alive. You took notice of the rest of the team coming in minus Ruzek and Atwater. "Hoodie's dead. This one's alive,"

     You looked at Jay as you put the walkie to your lips once again. "Charlie 50-21, emergency,"

    Voight looked at you like you were crazy. "What? He's gonna bleed out. We gotta put pressure on the wound,"

     You pressed your finger back down on the walkie. "Shots fired by the police. Offender down,"

      You heard Atwater call you guys into a room and when you got in there, you see specialize specialized ammunition "Cop killers,"

     Ruzek stood up and was looking at something. "Hey, look at this,"

    You walked over to him. "What do you got?"

      "Insulin,"

     "Somebody was a diabetic?"

     "Or not. Is there a black market for this stuff?"

     Jay walked up to us and grabbed the Insulin. "None that I've heard of. But you know what? It's a good place to hide a bullet, though. Nice work,"

    -----

    You walked up to the board and tapped two pictures on it and then turned to face the team. "This is Edward Jelko, the deceased street-level dealer. This is Peter Thomas Banfill, the offender, currently baking in a coma over at County. Jelko probably thought like we did that Banfill was sitting on something big, went over there to rip him off,"

     Antonio walked up to the board and pinned more pictures on the board. "These are M995s, teflon-tipped, kevlar-penetrating rounds. Ballistics has them linked to several recent homicides. And we found 100 of these at the scene. It's for type R insulin, which is a Canadian designation and with any luck, our little surprise visit got the gun runners scrambling, which means they're gonna make mistakes, okay?"

     Voight nodded and looked at all us. "Eyes open,"

   ---

   You were typing on your computer, corssrefercing things when Antonio comes back in after going out and talking to his C.I. "Hey! I found the source of the Insulin. A company near Toronto named Markham Medical Supply their sales rep makes a run here every other Thursday. He left at 5:00 this morning,"

     You stood up from your chair and walked over to Antonio. "I'm guessing they have tracking numbers on all their products?"

     Antonio looked at you. "Yep,"

    Voight walked over to you two and nodded. "All right, get those tracking numbers, locate him on GP, and- you already did that,"

    Antonio smiled. "Yep, Atwater and Burgess are en route tracking the signal,"    

    You held out your fist for Antonio to fist bump it and he does. "Nice,"

    --

   You were walking to the car to where Burgess and Atwater said they found a body. "This is definitely our sales rep. George Wilenko, 41. He's been with Markham Medical for 17 years. No record, fully bonded, has border clearance. This guy's not your typical smuggler,"

     Al pointed at a cup. "You notice the cup?"

    You looked over at the cup and saw a lipstick stain. "Lipstick on the lid,"

    Jay and you had picked up the wife and had her in the break room after telling her, her husband was found dead. "My mother always called it Murder City but the first time we visited, I fell in love with Chicago. The lake, the river walk. George and I went to the top of the Willis tower. God, I just I can't believe it. Why would someone kill my husband?"

    Jay sighed and looked at her. "We think that he was smuggling guns into the country,"

   The wife looked at us like we were beyond mental. "George?"

    You nodded. "He wasn't killed over Insulin. And on his last trip here, we think his vehicle was filled with these,"

    You pointed over at Jay and Jay sat a bullet down on the sink. The wife looked like she was gonna faint. "I'm hallucinating. This isn't happening,"

     "Five people have already been killed by them,"

     The wife wasnt believing anything we said. "Look, you don't get it. George would never do that ever,"

     "How often did you make the trip down with him?"

      "Every couple of months. We always stay at the Sofitel. I shop. That's why he dropped me off. They don't have Bloomingdale's in Canada,"

      You and Jay share a knowing look.

     --

     You and Jay were at Jay's desk, checking out the story that the wife told us wien Antonio comes back into Intellegnce. We got somethin'. These are our bullets. Can you believe the velocity of these things? Forensics traced one round that went through the TV, through the wall, ended up halfway through the engine block of an ice cream truck parked across the street,"

      Voight nodded. "Seven homicides and counting,"

     While you were listening to them, Jay was still digging. Our widow's lying. Her cell phone provider said she was never at Bloomingdale's. She spent the afternoon up in Edgewater,"

          You and Jay walked back into the break room where she was sitting with the door closed. "We're gonna get real honest real quick. Do you recognize these men?"

       Jay laid down the photos of the victim of the cop killer bullets. "Oh, my,"

     You were getting fed up with her. "Yeah, neither can we. His face was shot off by the bullets you and your husband brought into Chicago. You lied to us. You weren't browsing Bloomingdale's. You were in Edgewater. You and your husband had a nice run, right? You start off with something simple like x or kush, and you got greedy, and you upgraded to gun-running. You got George killed, which makes you an accessory to his murder,"

      Jay took a step in front of you at this point. "Y/N,"

     You just looked at him but moved so he wasn't in the way anymore. "So we're gonna try this again, only this time the truth,"

     She sat down andsighed. "I was visiting a friend. - An ex-boyfriend,"

     You rolled your eyes. "If you're gonna lie, put some effort into it for me,"

     The wife gave me the I'm not lying look.   "Call him. He'll tell you,"

     Jay placed a pen and a piece of paper on the table and pointed at it. "Name, number. I want you to take me through your entire day, every stop you made, every person you talked to, everything you did,"

       "I already told you,"

      You out your hands on the table. "Tell me again,"

    She nodded. "We were on the road by 4:30. Didn't stop till we crossed the border just past Ann Arbor. Got some coffee, some gas. Used the washroom. George got a phone call from our nephew-"

     You stopped her there. "Who's the nephew?"

     "He lives here. He likes to meet up with George Oh, God, Mikey doesn't know," 

    You look at her. "Does Mikey have a last name?"

     She nodded.

    *

     Jay walked up to the board and tapped a picture up as you pointed at it. "Michael Ganz, lives in East Garfield Park, has a record: robbery, possession. Runs with a small crew,"

     Jay nodded. "Claire's ex-boyfriend checks out right down to the five hundred bucks,"

     The tech analysts came in and stands in the middle of the room. "Got a ping on Ganz's phone, pulled all the numbers he's called in the last 24 hours. All the calls were to the same numbers, a cell phone registered to a Lucky M Pawn and Loan - in Gage Park,"

     Al pointed at the tech person. "Lucky M. I know that ding-dong,"  

     Antonio nodded. "We'll go talk to him. Come on,"

     ----

     Jay left to do something in which he didn't tell you what so you left to go and grab a cup of good coffee. You were coming out of the shop when you saw Justin across the street trading money for something. You placed your coffe cup on your car and walk over to where Justin was. Justin didn't see you til the moment you reached over and grabbed what was in his hand. It was drugs. You gave me a dirty looked before crushing them into dust and throwing them into the dumpster next to you. "Y/N! What the hell?"

      You didnt even acknowledged him and started to walk away but he grabbed your arm. You instantly reached over with your free hand and punched him in the face. "Don't ever grab me like that,"

      Justin recovers fast as he walked up to you. "Dont throw away something that isn't yours,"

     You resisted the urge to strike him again. "Is that why you wanted to borrow money? To buy drugs?"

    Justin didn't answer you. You pursed your lips together. "Thought so. You just got out of jail, Justin. Do you want to go back?"

     Justin looked at you quickly. "Are you gonna arrest me?"

    You shook your head. "With what evidence? I just destroy it. So no, I'm not but the next thing I see you buying or using any type of illegal substances, I will. Now get out of here,"

    Justin takes one last look at you before walking away. You sighed as your phone started to ring. You reached into your pocket and answered it. "Voight,"

    ----

    You, Burgess, Atwatter, Voight, the IT person were sitting in the surveillance van after Al got into a car with the suspect. He was calling out directions when his phone got tossed out the window. It was a few minutes after his phone got tossed when they finally stopped. Now we are just waiting for the takedown word. "It's just like Christmas morning,"

     That was it, you all jump out of the car and move into the bulding. "Police!"

     You and Jay walked around the bulding as you see two people hiding southwest, you called it out to Burgess and Atwater.

    ---

    You sighed as you finished up the paperwork from the case and placed it in a file on your desk. Jay had already left and so did the rest of the team besides Voight. You get up from your desk and grabbed your jacket. You walked over to Voight's office and knocked. Voight turned and looked at you. "I'm headed home,"

     Voight nodded. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you,"

    You nodded and said I love you too.

   ---

    You walked up to the door and knocked. It was a few seconds befor you heard feet shuffle to the door, you smiled as your grandmother opened the door. "Its late. Everything okay?"

    You nodded. "Yeah, I just wanted to come over and I know it's late but I missed you,"

     Your grandmother pulled you into the house and then into a hug. She led you into her kitchen where you sat in a chair at the table. She walked over to the coffee pot and turned it on. "How's your father?"

     You shrugged. "Same as ever. Jobs going good as well,"

     You two didnt say anything else until the coffee was done. She grabbed the pot and a cup. She poured some of the coffee into the cup and sat down. "Are you gonna tell me what's bothering you or am I gonna have to guess?"

    You sighed and took a sip of your coffee. "Justin is out of jail,"

    She gives you a look, you give her the same one back. "Yeah, I know. Early release. Today, I caught him buying drugs and instead of arresting him. I destroyed the drug and gave him a choice. I know what I was wrong but he's my half brother. I cant let him drown,"

      She sits her coffee down on the table and looked at me. "You have a big heart but sometime you gotta let people fall,"

     "Its hard grandma,"

    "I know but in the long run itll be better for everyone,"

    ---

    You wake up to your phone going off, you groaned and rolled over and you saw that it was a text from Justin.

    From: Justin

    Thanks for not ratting me out. Dad set up a dinner, you're coming.

     You sighed and texted him back.

     To: Justin

     What if I have plans?"

     From: Justin

     Cancel them.

    **

     You looked at Justin and then at Voight at the table and sighed. You didnt want to be here, you rather be laying in bed wrapped up in Jay's arms. "So this guy comes across the yard. He's all skeezed out on crystal or something and he says, he says, chicken pot pie. Like I'm supposed to know what that is, right? So my boy looks at him, points back at the block and he says, that way. Did not matter what this cat was on. He just doubles back to where he came from lickety-split, you know what I'm saying?"

    You pursed your lips together as Voight looked at his son. "Hey, J, listen, I got some news. Um I had to pull some strings, but I got you in at the CTA,"

     "That's where that's where city workers send their loser relatives,"

      Justin looked at you for help but you shrugged. "It's a job. And it'll help you get back on your feet,"

     He gives you a look which you ignored. "You know you sound more and more like him every day, right?"

    You rolled your eyes. "You start Monday,"

    "Okay, pop, sure,"

    Voight's phone started to ring and he gets up to take it. "Excuse me, I gotta take this,"

     You and Justin didn't talk while he was gone.  He comes back and placed money on the table for the check and looked at you. "We gotta roll,"

#jay halstead x you #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead #chicago pd #kevin atwater #antonio dawson #kelly Burgess #adam ruzek #hank voight #secret voight

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For the AoS Ask Game: answer all the ones you haven’t been asked so far 😛😹 (if you feel like it obvsly)

Alright! Sorry it took me so long but this was a ton of fun! Thanks! 🥰

Agents of Shield Ask Game: My Complete Answer List

Coulson

May

Daisy: what is a name you always liked or wished you had?

I actually really like my name but I always loved the name Katie.

Fitz: what is an invention you wished existed?

I have said this before and I’ll say it again, I would love a dream translator. Just a device that you put in your ear or something and it types the scenes that you make up in your head. It would make writing a whole lot easier.

Jemma

Mack: what is your favorite 80s movie?

The Goonies!!! Hands down favorite 80s movie. It’s also just one of my favorite movies in general. My dad always gives me a hard time because I was terrified to watch it and would flat out refuse to because I thought the DVD cover was scary. Now it’s my favorite movie and a 100 years later he still teases me about it.

Elena: what would you say to the past version of yourself if you ever ran into them?

I would tell past me that it was going to be alright, that she’s loved, and to not doubt herself so much. I think future me would say the same thing to me now but it is always important to hear.

Deke: what is your favorite fruit?

Okay, I’m cheating and putting more than one. Watermelon, strawberries, and grapes.

Hunter: what are your favorite things to do with your friends?

I love to just sort of be with my friends. Talk and hangout with a show in the background. Play board games. It’s sort of our go to for hanging out.

Bobbi: can you speak multiple languages? what language can’t you speak that you wish you could?

I wish I could speak multiple languages! I’m trying to learn French, but I am not the best at it. I would also love to learn Spanish and Chinese. Can I just wish to speak all the languages?

Lincoln: would you want to be able to see your future? why or why not?

Nope! I am a strong believer that seeing the future is not a great idea. Life is about choices and--as cheesy as it sounds--the journey. Skipping ahead and catching the end or the middle just does not sound fun to me. Also, the future is never as it seems so you never truly know the context of what you’re seeing.

Robbie: what’s your dream car?

I would love a Volkswagen Beetle or Bus. My dad worked on Volkswagen cars a lot when I was little and so I have a soft spot for them.

Ward: what’s the dumbest lie you ever told?

The one that came to mind isn’t necessarily a dumb lie but it was dumb because of how obvious of a lie it was. In high school I lived with my aunt and uncle and one night my boyfriend at the time was sneaking out of the house. I rounded into the living room and my uncle was just sitting there watching Iron Man at 1 in the morning and he asked me why I opened the front door. I said that I thought I saw a cat. Yeah, I still haven’t lived that one down.

Aida

Enoch: what do you love about your best friend/friends?

I was talking to one of my friends about this yesterday. The thing I love about my friends is that we never fight with fear but always with love. No matter what stupid things we argue about we aren’t afraid of losing one another over it. We all can collectively speak our minds without fear of being hated or something silly like that. Also, they are just the kindest people in the world and super supportive. I could really go on and on.

Raina

Koenig

Donnie: what’s your favorite type of weather?

I love a warm day with a cool breeze. Like it’s just about to rain sort of weather.

Radcliffe: what’s an accent you always wanted to be able to do?

Scottish! I cannot for the life of me do a Scottish accent and I think they are the coolest things ever! My accent is pretty plain (probably because it’s the one I’m used to) so I really wish I could do a lot of accents. Sort of ties into my dream of speaking many languages.

Izzy: what is something in your life you are willing to fight for?

Friends and family for sure. And in a general sense, things I’m passionate about.

Davis: if you could visit any planet, what planet would you want to visit first?

Mars probably. I mean, I would love to visit Saturn but when my friends and I ask each other this question my one friend always says “that’s a gas planet, you can’t walk on them or anything.” So, Mars.

Piper: where’s the coolest place you’ve ever been?

I haven’t been a lot of places, but of where I’ve been I would say Hawaii. It was beautiful!

Trip

Cal: what’s a song that always seems to get stuck in your head?

Most Disney songs will just pop into my head randomly and then refuse to leave. Recently it has Go the Distance from Hercules.

Joey

Kara

Lucy: do you believe in ghosts?

Kind of? I believe that things leave a print of themselves on the world through memory and things and that their energy does as well. I don’t really believe in phantom figures or anything, but I do believe that there is that energy there.

Flint: what’s something you want to change about the world?

The inequality in the world. Racism, sexism, homophobia, these things--and many more inequities--have been a part of society for hundreds of years and they should not be allowed to continue anymore. They are prevalent in day to day life in ways that barely appear to some on the surface but have terrible lasting effects on people. I want to be part of the movement of squashing these things and moving towards equality, and be a part of keeping this movement going until there is actual peace, actual equality, and not just a new news story. I want to become more aware of how to use my privilege to help others, be an ally to these movements. And I want to create a world where people aren’t shot in the street by supposed “enforcers of the law” for being black. I know that this is just an AoS ask game, but these are things I believe strongly in and there are many great posts with links and many places you can donate. This is just one of the posts that I’ve seen that include places you can donate. 

Tess

Sarge: what is something about you that you think is badass?

I think that my kindness is pretty badass. At least I try to be kind and I think that’s a badass quality. I can’t fight baddies with my physical strength, for you see I am a weakling with twigs for arms, but I can be kind.

#ask game #aos ask game #ask me things #asked

[mascaratearsnlipsticksmears]

1..Who was the last person you held hands with? Probably My son

2. Are you outgoing or shy? Shy until I’m

Comfortable

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My surgeon

4. Are you easy to get along with? I try to Be. Don’t give me a reason to not Like you 😉

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Never had someone take care of me from drinking .....I’m usually taking care of everyone else

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Loyal. Chill. Down to earth .

7. Are you married? No.

8. Do you want to get married? Eventually . I do , but I need it to be for the right reason.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Makes me feel Lonely lately believe it or not.... 😔

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Steve

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “Oh cool 😎”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

lil peep- star shopper

Brand new-Jesus Christ

Bebe rexha- I’m a mess

Anything Billie eillish

Doja cat -rules

Ashnikko-daisy

That’s more than 5, Idc

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Only certain people

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? I don’t know anymore

15. What good thing happened this summer? Got a tan and not covid 👌🏼👌🏼

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? My little guy? I will kiss him when ever I can cause one day he’s not gonna want me to and I’ll be sad

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Absolutely

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Yes

19. Do you like bubble baths? 110%

20. Do you like your neighbors? Yea

21. What are you bad habits? Overthinking, caring to much.

22. Where would you like to travel? Anywhere

23. Do you have trust issues? No, people that scumbag me Normally get cut off so I only keep ppl around I trust.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Coffee & a bowl

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? Uhhh everything from the chin down 😔

26. What do you do when you wake up? Set gage up for class in the living room

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?darker

28. Who are you most comfortable around? Lauren Rayza

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? They don’t get the chance, yes a few tried to contact me but my mentality is fuck them.... one even tried emailing my friends to reach me 🙄🙄🖕🏼

30. Do you ever want to get married? I do, one day. Didn’t I just answer this

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Idk I’d have to think about it

33. Spell your name with your chin. The fuck?

34. Do you play sports? What sports? Bought a bike yesterday Lol. I used to be on the swim team and I played soccer~ also took dance for 7 years.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Depends on my mood

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Absolutely.

37. What do you say during awkward silences? Try to avoid them at all Costs

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? No.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Sephora Ulta Victoria secret

40. What do you want to do after high school? Lol I think that bridge has been crosses already

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Not everyone , no.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? Normally bad anxiety and hurting , or extremely chill

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Yea I do.... but now I forget I have a mask on and look like a retard

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Can I just going fishing ?

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? My son.

46. What are you paranoid about? Money

47. Have you ever been high? There’s a joint in my hand.

48. Have you ever been drunk? Who writes these things??

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? No.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Navy

51. Ever wished you were someone else? Eh wish I was still me with more $$$

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? I don’t have to wish, I’m doing it.

53. Favourite makeup brand? Tarte, morphs, fenty

54. Favourite store? Didn’t I answer this?

55. Favourite blog? My own💚

56. Favourite colour? Black, Periwinkle , light lavender ,pink

57. Favourite food? Japanese

58. Last thing you ate? 8 hours slow cooked ribs

59. First thing you ate this morning? Coffee

60. Ever won a competition? For what? Probably & Idr

61. Been suspended/expelled? Started a food fight in the science lab and they suspended the wrong Angela ~Womp womp...I did get detention a lot cause my shirt was too low in the front tho.

62. Been arrested? No

63. Ever been in love? Yea I think so

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? No. ☺️

65. Are you hungry right now? I could eat.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Meh

67. Facebook or Twitter? Fb

68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?yes

70. Names of your bestfriends? Stephanie Lauren Rayza Kat Christina

71. Craving something? A simple hand hold...😔.... compliment here or there . To not have to do everything myself... I crave the help I constantly ask for and never get. I crave dick, I just don’t understand this shit anymore.... damnit tumblr u struck a nerve .

72. What colour are your towels? Mixed

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 1

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?idk

75. Favourite animal? So many..... tigers maybe? & Lynx. Sharks.

76. What colour is your underwear? Not wearing any 😬

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Mint chocolate chip

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Olive green

80. What colour pants? None on.

81. Favourite tv show? In the dark

82. Favourite movie? All 50 shades.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? First one

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? How do these compare

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? The Lebanese chick

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Turtles

87. First person you talked to today? Gage

88. Last person you talked to today? Myself

89. Name a person you hate? Hate is a strong word.

90. Name a person you love? Gage

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Lol Geoff

92. In a fight with someone? No

93. How many sweatpants do you have? No idea

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Too many

95. Last movie you watched? “What if”

96. Favourite actress? Perry Mattfeld

97. Favourite actor? Hmmmm

98. Do you tan a lot?yassss

99. Have any pets? A zoo

100. How are you feeling? Confused, tired burning out ..

101. Do you type fast? I try

102. Do you regret anything from your past? Yes

103. Can you spell well? Eh

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yes

107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes

108. What should you be doing? Listing stuff on Etsy

109. Is something irritating you right now? No

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Absolutely

111. Do you have trust issues? No, just don’t give me a reason too.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Ohhhh I don’t cry in front of ppl,cause then there’s a witness... did cry today tho, but you couldn’t see me.

113. What was your childhood nickname? Angiefur

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes

115. Do you play the Wii?not really

116. Are you listening to music right now? No

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Yes

118. Do you like Chinese food? Yes

119. Favourite book? Crank

120. Are you afraid of the dark?some times

121. Are you mean? Don’t cross me 😘

122. Do you believe in “the one that got away”? Yes.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? I try

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? Idk

125. Do you believe in true love? Yes

126. Are you currently bored? Yes

127. What makes you happy? Attention lol romance? I think romance is dead tho...

128. Would you change your name? My last name? If I were getting married, yes

129. What your zodiac sign? Leo

130. Do you like subway? Food yes, smelly train no....

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? All my besties have vaginas, nothing to worry about.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Steve

133. Favourite lyrics right now? Brand new : Jesus Christ

134. Can you count to one million? Yea but why

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I don’t lie so I don’t have that problem

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed Cause only 1 Of my 4 asshole cats I allowed in my room

137. How tall are you? Oh how short am I? 5’1

138. Curly or Straight hair? Straight

139. Brunette or Blonde? Right now black

140. Summer or Winter?summer

141. Night or Day? Summer nights

142. Favourite month? August

143. Are you a vegetarian? Keto

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Dark

145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee

146. Was today a good day? I think so

147. Mars or Snickers? Dark chocolate Milky Way

148. What’s your favourite quote? I’d have to think about it

149. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“His thumb brushes my lower lip, and his breath hitches. He’s staring into my eyes, and I hold his anxious, burning gaze for a moment, or maybe it’s forever…but eventually, my attention is drawn to his beautiful mouth. And for the first time in twenty-one years, I want to be kissed.”

Excerpt From

Fifty Shades Trilogy Bundle: Fifty Shades of Grey; Fifty Shades Darker; Fifty Shades Freed

E L James

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 2

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 6,462

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

The first thought I had when I woke up was…

 ...who the heck painted my ceiling green?!

Because last I checked, it was a midnight blue… or maybe more of a cobalt blue?  Azure, possibly…?

Whatever it was, it was most definitely not green.

I narrowed my eyes up at it groggily before deciding I didn’t care and rolled over in bed, curling onto my side.  Which led me to my second question…

...where had this frigging baby crib next to my nightstand come from and what the actual frick was it doing in my room?

No… forget the crib… what was the deal with the absolute mountain of Huggies boxes stacked up behind it?

Either this had to be just one of the weirdest, dumbest, not to mention lamest pranks Anna had ever pulled on me or…

...or this wasn’t my room.

I shot up in bed, wide eyes darting about.  Yup, definitely not my room.  Not unless I had decided to do a few home improvements in my sleep and say, I don’t know, move my door to the total opposite wall.  Or how about the entirely different furniture, complete with a giant shelf packed tight with more baby books than a person could possibly ever need in one lifetime?  Then of course there was that heaping pile of toys and stuffed animals stacked in one corner. Did I mention the sheer amount of Huggies? Because dear god, the Huggies…

I was going to have nightmares about drowning in an endless sea of them, mark my word.

It was as I was shuddering at that mental image that it finally all came rushing back to me and I gasped - my wedding! My escape! My shoplifting! My breakdown on Rayne’s doorstep! My-

Wait, wait, go back… Rayne!

...that’s probably where I was.  Still in her apartment.  But… I didn’t remember this room… not walking into it, not even so much as a glimpse of it, just… not at all...

Placing a cool hand to my forehead, I searched my muddled brain some more for the details of what happened last night. Or, seemingly last night anyway, if the early morning light streaming in through the window curtains was any clue.  I remembered… her inviting me in… discovering she was married and expecting, which would somewhat explain the almost disturbing amount of diapers… and then I’d-

Oh dear lord, I had utterly and one hundred percent lost my absolute marbles.  Oh gosh, what must she think of me…

I couldn’t remember much after that. Nothing, in fact. My memories just abruptly stopped. Had I... fainted?

Well I wasn’t going to get any answers if I kept hiding in here. Even less so if I curled up into a ball under the covers and waited for the earth to swallow me and my shame up whole, as lovely and tempting a thought as that sounded.

Sighing, I put one bare foot on the carpet, then the other and reluctantly arose. I spotted my… well... “my” ankle boots tucked neatly next to one of the bedpost legs, prompting me to look down at myself to see that I was still in the, erm… borrowed sundress, now thoroughly wrinkled.  My hair was still in its braid, though calling it that would have been generous as it was now more just one big frazzled knot.  Tossing it back over my shoulder with a sigh, I approached the door, reaching a hand out towards it. My fingers hovered over the knob, hesitating for a split second before twisting it open and stepping out.

A rapid click-clack filled the air as I quietly stepped into the familiar living room from the night before.  It didn’t take long to spot the source. Rayne was seated at the table in the dining space, fingers quickly tapping away at her laptop keys. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed, still in pyjamas and her hair thrown into a loose, messy bun at the nape of her neck.  She had a pencil tucked behind one ear and the light from the screen reflected off the lenses of her black-rimmed glasses, her entire focus trained on her work. 

“Morning, sunshine,” she chirped, not looking up nor putting the brakes on her typing.  “Be with ya in just a sec.”

“Take your time,” I murmured, not wanting to interrupt whatever she was in the middle of. I figured it was the very least I could do after having a total core meltdown in her living room yesterday.

Not quite sure what to do with myself in the meantime, I once more reached for the tangled-mess-formerly-known-as-braid that was my hair, idly toying with it as I glanced around. It didn’t seem like there was much more to the apartment than what I’d already seen.  To my right, there was a short hallway with three more doors, each closed. Presumably one another bedroom where the happy couple slept, one a restroom, which would make the third a…?

Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I stretched a hand out towards the nearest mystery door to take a quick peek.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Rayne sing-songed while otherwise still fully engrossed in her laptop.

I froze, fingertips brushing the doorknob as I turned my head to blink at her.  Then I pursed my lips to one side.  “...closet bursting full of baby diapers?”

Her typing abruptly silenced and she directed an eyebrow quirk my way.  “Actually, yes. How did you know?”

“Wild guess,” I said dryly.  “I’m sorry, did you say you were having a baby or a litter?”

“Shush, you, I’m nesting,” she harrumphed, fingers blurring across the keyboard once more.

For now, maybe it’d be better if I kept my hands to myself. Who knew what other potential death traps Macguyvered out of baby paraphernalia lurked about this place?  Hugging myself, I trudged over to the dining table, took a seat opposite of Rayne and waited.

Hardly another minute ticked by before she gave a satisfied final tap to the laptop.  “Annnnnnd done!” she beamed, clicking the device shut.  She then leaned forward, resting her elbows atop the table and propping her chin on her interlaced fingers as she regarded me.  “So…”

“So…” I fidgeted some more with my frazzled knot, averting my gaze. “...on a scale of one to off-my-rocker, how crazy did I sound last night?”

She closed her eyes with a bright grin.  “Oh, you were batshit, sweetpea.”

I winced.  “That’s... what I thought.  Sorry.”

“Don’t be!” she brushed it off with a flick of her hand.  “It was the most excitement I’ve had in weeks, so actually I’m a little grateful.”

My mouth twisted into a wry grin.  “Well then… you’re welcome, I guess. I’m glad my neurotic episode could brighten an otherwise dull moment in your life.”

“Oh hush, you know I love you.” Crossing her arms, she leaned back in her chair with a sigh.  “Now it was a bit hard to keep up, but let me see if I got the gist here.  You,” she struck up a finger, “were going to get married…”

I hung my head, “Yeah.”

Another digit rose.  “...but realized you didn’t love him…”

My shoulders slouched as I sunk down in my seat, my voice getting smaller as I said, “...yeah.”

Up went the third.  “...that you never loved him…”

Grimacing, I slumped forward, pressing my face into the table, “Uh huh…”

“...and so you dumped him at the altar.”

I groaned, banging my forehead against the hard, wooden surface.  “I am the worst.”

“Aw, sweetheart, no.” The scraping of her chair against the floor could be heard as she scooched around the table closer to me before I felt her hand rubbing light circles against my back.  “You… just got scared is all, and you panicked… I mean, really? You did the right thing.”  I turned my head, resting my cheek against the table now as I gave her a dull stare.  She pressed on hastily, “No, seriously! If you’d had stayed, you wouldn’t have been happy.  He wouldn’t have been happy.  It would have been a terrible marriage, your lives would have been miserable… really, you did him a favor!  I mean, sure, could you have handled the break up a bit better?” Her face scrunched up slightly before she flung her hands up in the air with a shrug.  “...Maybe?”

“Ugh!” I full on faceplanted into table once more.  “The absolute worst! I deserve to be locked in a tiny, cramped box filled with spiders and worms and dung beetles and moldy, rotten eggs and, and anchovies and-”

“Sweetie, sweetie, you’re spiraling again,” she cut me off gently, taking hold of my shoulder and pulling me back to sit up straight once more and look her in the eye.  “The point is, I’m sure he’ll understand.”  My eyelids drooped at her.  “Eventually! I’m sure he’ll understand eventually. Just… give him some time, let this whole thing blow over, then you two can talk. Get some closure. Okay?”

I looked down at my lap with a sigh and just gave a weak, noncommittal shrug.

“Okay then.  Now,” she hesitated, gnawing her lower lip.  “...can I ask… when you made a run for it, why of all places did you come to my apartment?  I’m always, always here for you, you know I am, but it’s been… god, I don’t even know how long… years since we even last spoke. You didn’t have someone else, any other friends or anyone you could have turned to?”

I swallowed hard and slowly shook my head.  “I don’t… have any friends. Not really. It’s… always been hard for me to make them. I’ve just never been good with people. You remember how I was as a child back when we were at summer camp, all nervous and awkward and hardly able to string two words together.”

She gave me a small smile.  “Yeah, and all the other kids didn’t even give you a chance, just figured you were some snooty, rich brat who thought yourself better than them and couldn’t see you were just shy.” Her grin turned a touch wicked. “I pummeled them good though and made them regret ever picking on you.”

One corner of my mouth twitched upward and I nodded. “I was always so thankful for your friendship.  I’m… sorry we drifted apart over the years.”

“S’okay,” she waved a dismissive hand. “We lived so far apart from each other, only seeing each other every summer.  It’s just something that happens sometimes as people grow older, I suppose. But hey… looks like we’re not quite done with each other yet.”

“Guess not,” I chuckled softly before my face sunk into a frown once more. “I never did get any better at making friends.  Everyone I know now… they’re all my parent’s friends… or they're his friends…”

She tipped her head to one side.  “His?”

I gave her a pointed look.  “Him.”

“Oh. The dumpee.  Right.”

“They’re all just… they’re not people I really know, they’re… acquaintances, you know? And they’re all from munny, they’re all from that world, they were all at the wedding, they… none of them would have understood. Except for Anna, but she still lives with Mother and Father, so best she could do was help me escape. But after that?”  I fell silent, shaking my head.

Her brow furrowed.  “What about your home? Couldn’t you have gone there?”

I gave a derisive snort. “With what munny? I fled in my wedding dress, so I didn’t even have my phone on me, much less my wallet, so it’s not exactly like I could've called an Uber. Besides, even if I could have, that’d have been the last place I went.  My parents pay for my condo and after what I’ve done, I can’t face them. Not ever again. I’m never going back… Mother, Father, my old life, all of it... it’s the past now.” My face hardened as I murmured, “The past is in the past.”

She blinked at me a couple times.  “Don’t you think you’re maybe being a bit over dramatic? It’s your parents. They love you, no matter what. I mean, sure, maybe they’ll be a lil pissed, but-”

“No, you don’t understand,” I shook my head with a scowl. “What I’ve done… I did it in front of all their friends, their colleagues, their… I’ve embarrassed them in front of so many important people. And don’t even get me started on how much they spent on the wedding that I didn’t even show up to,” I grimaced, now squeezing the giant knot that was my hair.  “I had a… we had… they had a plan for me, for my whole future, and I just… blew it all up and threw it back in their faces. So no, they won’t just be pissed, they’ll be furious… we’re talking yelling, screaming, we’re talking Hulk smash, we’re talking end of days, wrath raining down from the heavens kind of mad here. They’re going to cut me off and…” I gulped, slumping down further into my chair, eyes downcast as I whispered, “...and disown me.”

Rayne placed a hand on top of one of mine and I glanced up at her again as she said, “You should call them. But maybe… just give them a little time to cool off first?  In the meantime, it’s a good thing you found me again.” She smiled and I couldn’t help a tiny one of my own in return.  With a couple pats to my hand, she added, “What luck you chose my town to get hitched in, huh? Talk about coincidence! What would you have even done if you’d decided to pull your lil disappearing act in a whole other city?”

“Actually, we were deciding between a few venues in different cities to host the ceremony in.”  I frowned thoughtfully.  “But something kept pulling me back to Radiant Garden in Twilight Town. I think… it was because of you. Subconsciously, I was already planning an escape route weeks ago. You were already my way out, my rope made of blankets hanging out a window, it just... took me a while to realize it, I suppose.”

“Well, happy to be your blanket rope any day, boo,” she tapped my nose with a grin.  “A lil warning next time would be nice though, kay? Ya know, just a quick heads up, something like, ‘hey, I’m planning on making like a banana and splitting from my own wedding and need a place to crash’ will do.”

I breathed a short laugh.  “Noted, though I don’t really plan on making a habit of this.”

“Speaking of plans, any ideas what your next step’ll be? What exactly is your plan here?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started,” I rolled my eyes. “Already had this talk with my reflection yesterday and trust me, she was totally useless.”  Rayne stared at me blankly and I cocked my head at her.  “What?”

“...context, sweetie.”

“Oh, right.” I suppose there were still a few dots that I needed to connect for her.  “Well… after Anna helped me escape, I needed a change of clothes. If I kept parading around town in my wedding gown, it probably wouldn’t have been long before my parents tracked me down. Luckily, first store I stumbled across was a used clothing shop. After I changed into this,” I gestured towards the crinkled mess of a sundress I was wearing, “right then and there in the dressing room is when my panic attack went into full swing and I sort of got into a lively debate with the mirror about where my future was heading. That was about as effective as you might imagine,” I grumbled the last part.  “But then I thought of you and asked the person working there for a phone book.”

“Ah.” She looked past me to the coffee table in the living room, where the White Pages had been left, still rumpled but now dried of my tears.  “That explains that, I guess. But… it’s a phone book, why didn’t you just call-” She paused abruptly, eyes lighting up as it clicked.  “...busted phone?”

I nodded. “Busted phone.”

Her eyebrows knit together now, voice quaking with hardly contained laughter as she asked, “So the next logical step to you was to steal the phone book?”

My eyes darted to the left. “...yeah.”

“As opposed to, ya know, borrowing a pencil and jotting down the addresses on a scrap of paper? Like a sane person?”

I huffed out a soft growl, wrenching at my tangled knot once more.  “Hi, have you met me? Not good with people, remember? My brain just shuts down and I get all, I dunno… chicken with its head cut off. And being on the lam after going rogue on my wedding day? Did not help matters when it came to thinking straight, believe me.”

She snerked, ruffling my bangs.  “Oh you poor, sweet, socially inept weirdo you! If it makes you feel any better, you’re in good company. As you might recall, I myself am about as eloquent as a potato.”

“But twice as pretty,” a third voice chimed in and we looked over just as Riku used his foot to shut the front door behind him, smirk in place and bearing a styrofoam cup carrier tray with three steaming drinks in it.

“Rude,” Rayne deadpanned, removing the pencil from behind her ear to flick it at him.

He sidestepped it without breaking stride, lips twitching wider. “Not even. You know how pretty I think potatoes are.”

“Dork,” she shook her head as he came to a stop next to her and planted a kiss atop her forehead, depositing one of the drinks on the table in front of her. 

These two? Actually kind of adorable.

But also… ugh. Love. Gross.

She smiled, bringing the cup up to her nose with a curious sniff. “Mmmmm, pumpkin spice? How did you manage to swing that this time of year?”

“Aqua,” he said, making his way over towards me now but eyes still on his wife. “She’s squirreled away a secret stash in the back just for you.”

“Bless that woman, she’s an absolute angel,” she sighed happily, blowing on the beverage before taking a cautious sip.

He gave the two remaining cups a quick glance before handing one to me with a friendly grin.  “A little birdie told me you’re a fan of peppermint.”

“You remembered,” my eyes crinkled as I looked to Rayne, who merely winked at me. I felt the pleasant warmth from the cup seep into my fingers as I inhaled the aroma deeply. Sure enough, it was some sort of minty mocha blend. I gazed up at Riku, managing a shy, tiny smile.  “Thank you. I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he brushed off. “By the way, we haven’t officially been introduced yet. I’m-”

“Riku,” I nodded. “That much at least managed to slip past the fog of crazy and reach my brain yesterday… nice to meet you. Looks like you already know me by now,” I held up the drink he’d gifted me, pointing to where Elsa was scrawled in sharpie across it.  Then I grimaced somewhat as I put it down on the table, fingers playing with the coffee sleeve wrapped around the cup.  It had a grinning feline face printed on it with the words Lucky Cat Café printed underneath. “...sorry by the way... about last night.”

“Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry for. Sounds like you were in a tough spot and needed a friend.” He stood beside Rayne once more, resting a tender hand on her back as she leaned into him a bit.  “And any friend of Ray’s is a friend of mine. Happy to help in whatever way we can.”

“Thanks…” I murmured, still staring hard at my to-go cup.  The side opposite of the logo had a small blurb of a story recanting how before it became a chain, the first Lucky Cat was a humble little shop in San Fransokyo run by a woman and her two nephews. “...you’re both too kind, really…” I paused with a sigh and a shake of my head, “but I’ve imposed on you both too much already. Thank you so much for letting me stay the night, but I couldn’t possibly ask for anything more from either of you. In fact, I should just go.  Just… give me a few minutes to get myself together and then I’ll leave you both in peace again.”

Rayne narrowed her eyes at me. “You will do no such thing!”

I rose from my chair, “No, seriously, it’s okay. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’ll figure something out.”

What though? Good question. Was still working on that part.

Her eyelids drooped as she set an elbow on the table and leaned forward.  “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you still have a bit of a munny problem, as in you don’t have any.”

I gave a weak laugh and shrugged, “Psh, details.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “And just where do you think you’ll sleep while you’re broke off your ass?”

“I have… prospects…”

“...that wouldn’t have anything to do with the box you mentioned yesterday?”

My eyes shifted.  “And Carol, can’t forget about her.”

Somehow, Rayne did not look reassured.  “And Carol would be?”

Boy, were my fingers really getting tangled in my frazzled knot now. “A… a cockroach?”

“A cockroach,” she repeated, voice flat.

“A hypothetical cockroach,” I clarified with a nod.

“That doesn’t make it better,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Look, there’s no way I’m letting my friend live in a box-”

“Not just any box! A Rolex box,” I interjected hastily. The silence stretched and I floundered a bit under her unamused stare. “So… you know, like… a really nice box.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, no. Not happening. You’re staying with us.”

I shook my head, waving my hands back and forth in front of me. “Oh no, I couldn’t possibly! I don’t want to be any more of a burden than I’ve already been and besides, you don’t have any space for me, not with the baby on the way and-”

“The jellybean won’t be here for another six months at least,” she cut in, looking down to place a gentle hand on her belly. “We were going to turn the spare room into a nursery, but we can clear all the baby stuff out for now and you can use it at least until the kiddo arrives. If you need it for longer, well then, we’ll figure it out at that time.”

“But-”

“Oof!” Riku grunted as Rayne shoved him forward with a smack to his rear.  Rubbing his posterior, he looked from her to me.  “We, er… we ask that you-” He hissed in pain as she pinched his arm, narrowing her gaze up at him.  “I mean, we insist,” he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, whispering, “insist, right?” She gave a firm nod. Clearing his throat, he continued, “We insist that you stay with us. We, uh… won’t take no for an answer.”

Well… when one makes such a super sweet and super coerced offer like that, how could I possibly refuse?

Still I hesitated, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. “I suppose...only if it won’t be too much of a bother… and this’ll of course only be until I can find a more permanent solu-”

“Then it’s settled!” Rayne leapt up from her chair and I staggered as she tackled me in a death-grip hug. “Welcome to your new home, roomie!”

I couldn’t resist a small smile at that. It was fleeting however as the corners of my mouth turned down once more. “That’s only one problem solved though, what about the million others? There’s still my parents, my ex, my- oh gosh, I have an ex now. My first ex. How weird is that? What am I supposed to even do with an ex?! Like what, do I… send him cards now? Like around Christmas? Or is that too impersonal? Maybe this is more of a fruit basket situation... Oh! And munny! I have to figure out what I’m going to do about that now, not to mention my whole life and future and-”

“Stop,” she put a finger to my lips, silencing my babbling. “Breathe. Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be reminding you to do that a lot now?” she huffed softly. “Just… baby steps, okay? I know it all seems like a lot right now, everything is one big fat question mark, but it’ll all get figured out.  You’ve already made a little progress already.”

I blinked.  “...I have?”

“Yes! For starters, you’re not homeless! But also, think about it… you’re already doing better than you were last night. I mean, at least you’re no longer a complete basket case.”

“I suppose that’s true,” I muttered, absently wringing my hands together. Not a complete basket case… now I was only like twelve percent of one.

Okay, fine, more like sixty percent.

“See? It’s still scary, yes, but not as scary and overwhelming as it was yesterday! All you needed was a little space along with a good night’s rest to gain some perspective.”

I slowly eased back down into the chair. “I guess you’re right… things don’t seem as bad today. Still bad, very, very bad, but… not as much as last night. Heh… it’s funny how some distance can make everything seem small.”

“And it’ll just keep getting easier, believe me,” Rayne rubbed my shoulder as she too took a seat once more. “Just look at this as a new beginning.”

My eyebrows knit together. “A new beginning?”

She nodded. “Yeah, like… okay, what was your life like before? Before you flew the coop, before this whole mess when everything was all status quo, what was it like with your parents?”

A low hum escaped me. “Well, I guess I always just did as I was told. I got the grades my parents wanted me to get, socialized with the groups my parents wanted me to socialize with, went to the university my parents wanted me to go to, dated the guy I thought my parents would want me to date… never did any wrong, always followed the rules… I was always just the good girl I felt I had to be. Being their eldest child, I felt I had an image to maintain, that I must always do what was expected of me, that I owed it to Mother, to Father, to the family name.”

“Okay, sure, but now all of that?” She smirked at me. “You can just forget about it! No more right or wrong and you can take those stupid, stuffy rules and just throw them out the window! This is a new start for you. Now you get to decide what you want for yourself, no one else.  You’re free!”

I stiffened at that, blinking a couple times as her words sunk in.

...no right, no wrong… no rules for me?

I’m… free?

That… actually sounded kind of amazing.

But also totally and utterly terrifying.

Where’s a rock to hide under when you need it?

“Earth to Elsa, come in please.” Rayne snapped her fingers in front of my face and I flinched, wide eyes focusing on her once more. “Sorry, I could just already see you drifting off into worrywort mode so figured I had to reel ya back in quick. Look, I get it. Going from life as practically royalty in a gilded cage to being thrust penniless and clueless into the real world would sound scary and daunting to anyone. But you don’t have to do it alone.” She wrapped her arms around her husband’s waist, hugging him close. “You have Riku and me. Just consider us your Real World for Dummies book!”

That… was actually super comforting to hear. I could already feel the anxiety beginning to ebb a bit.  “Thanks, I… that means a lot to me,” I smiled faintly before breathing a small sigh. “Okay then, where should this dummy start?”

“Alright, lesson one,” she struck up a finger. “Everything costs munny. Solution? Get a job.”

One eyebrow shot up my forehead. “A job?”

“Yup! I mean, you’re gonna have to pay for rent somehow!”

My other eyebrow rose to join the first. “R-rent?”

Okay, anxiety back now, and cranked up to a thousand!

“Of course. What, did you think this was gonna be a free ride? Pft, please. I’m your friend, not Mother Teresa. It’s for your own good, you’re going to need to learn how to provide for and take care of yourself. But don’t worry, you won’t owe us anything until you land an actual job.”

“Oh… okay.” That didn’t sound too bad, I suppose.  However… “Just one question: how do I do that?”

Her head tilted to the left. “Do what? You mean… get a job?”

“Yeah,” I nodded vigorously, “that.”

“You’re kidding me, right? Have you never had a job before?” You could almost hear the non-existent crickets as I just stared owlishly back at her. Finally she facepalmed. “What am I saying, of course you’ve never had a job. Why would you? You have enough munny to make Tony Stark look like chump change… er, rather, you had.  Oi, this might be harder than I thought,” she grumbled, rubbing the nape of her neck.

“What were you going to do?” Riku piped up.

I looked up at him with a frown.  “What was I…?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, “You know, as in your career? What were your goals, your ambitions, your plans for the future?”

My fingers were back at it again, getting ensnared in my bedraggled knot. I really needed to see about disentangling the stupid thing.  “Well, I… I guess I never really thought about it…”

“What?!” Rayne’s head rocked back at that.  “How could you not?! Didn’t you say last night you just graduated? What were you going to do now that you were out of school?”

“I was going to get married!”

Were these people even listening to a word I'd said?!

Riku rubbed his chin, “Let’s try a slightly different angle here. What about your major? What were you studying?”

Here I cringed a bit. “Art History.”

Rayne clapped her hands together once, “Well then, there you go! You can apply to a museum or something.”

“But I hated it. Another thing I did only because my parents encouraged me to. I don’t want to work at a museum or sell art or teach it or have anything to do with it!” And once again, I was slumping forward. Hello table, my old friend. Don’t mind me, I’ll just be banging my forehead against you a few times. “Ugh, why did I have to waste four years of my life on that?! Stupid, useless major!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she tugged on my knot, forcing me to sit back up once more. “It’s not that bad, really!”

“Not that bad? I have no skills, no experience, nothing! No one’s going to want to hire me, I’m about as qualified as a frigging kumquat! Scratch that, the kumquat is more qualified because at least it can be made into a smoothie. Can I be made into a smoothie? No! I can't do anything!”

She puffed out a breath, “Calm down, there’s plenty you can do! You’ll definitely figure this out.”

I tucked in my lower lip as I looked down, mulling it over for a second. Then I glanced back up at them hopefully. “...what do you two do for a living? Would either of you maybe be able to get me a job?”

“University professor,” Riku said, jerking a thumb into his chest. “My field is astronomy, not that that helps you one way or another. You said teaching was out.” 

“And I’m a reporter for Meteor Publishing.” Rayne looked away with a low growl, “Though lately I’ve been relegated to online editing work from home because somebody thought it would be a good idea to put me under house arrest ever since we discovered I was pregnant.”

Riku held his hands up in a placating gesture. “Hey now, it wasn’t just me. Vyv agreed with me.”

She scoffed. “Stupid useless boss. In any case, I can’t really be of assistance either, I’m afraid. You kind of need the experience and background to work in journalism. You got anything like that? A course you took for fun in college? Wrote for your high school paper? Anything?”

“I’ve never even so much as kept a personal dairy,” I sighed, eyes downcast once more. “It’s hopeless!”

“No, sweetie, it’s not hopeless! There’s still plenty out there for you! Lot’s of entry-level jobs that’d be willing to train you. It probably won’t be anything glamorous, but you gotta start somewhere! Not gonna lie though, it’ll probably be retail. You know... customer service.”

“Meaning…?”

Looking me dead in the eye, she intoned one single, solitary word that rang out like a funeral toll. “People.”

I blanched.

Okay, this was it.

My nightmare.

She cupped my hands in hers and when she spoke, her voice was gentle. “Sorry, but there’s just no way around it. It’s either that or putting that Art History bachelor’s of yours to work. Pick your poison.”

If you hadn’t gotten the memo by now, me and people? Did not go together. Something about being around them caused my muscles to lock, my heart to freeze to ice, my insides to shrivel, and my soul to exit my body. If it were up to me, I’d have become a hermit a long time ago. But I’d never be able to pull it off... I couldn’t grow that iconic beard that was basically required hermit dress code. Bleh, being a hermit was such a male dominated field, it really wasn’t fair.

All that said, however…

“If I were to go the Art History route,” I began slowly, “it would be kind of like I was still letting my parents dictate my life since they’re the reason I majored in it. No… I want nothing to do with that stupid degree.” My expression hardened. “So, customer service it is then. I’m going to make it on my own, this is just something I have to do.  It… will be good for me.” Despite myself, my tone lost some of its edge as I asked, “...right?”

Rayne grinned big at me. “Absolutely! Besides, it’ll only be temporary, just something to give you time to land on your feet and figure out what you really want to do with your life. And remember, we got your back every step of the way. I can help you with the job search and filling out applications. Riku’s definitely more of the social butterfly, so he can prep you for interviews.”

My back stiffened. “Interviews?”

Riku gave a light snort. “You know, as in the thing that will actually land you a job? Resumes and job forms are great for getting your foot in the door, but they’re not enough on their own. Employers actually want to meet you, see if you’ll be a good fit, get a feel for who you are, stuff like that.”

Oh dear…

Was it too late to backtrack and get married?

Zip it, brain, I don’t want to hear that kind of talk! Stay strong, girl!

“Why don’t you give her a bit of a trial run right now, hun?” Rayne suggested, standing up and offering him her chair. “Give her an idea of some of the questions she might be asked.”

“Alright,” he took a seat across from me, scooting forward slightly and plastering on a blinding smile. “Hi, I’m Riku, I’ll be interviewing you for the position we’re hiring for.” He offered me his hand and I twitched back from it slightly. Blank stare darting back and forth between his outstretched palm and his face a few times, I at last tentatively took it to shake. He cleared his throat, looking at me expectantly. I blinked at him. He sighed, “...and you would be?”

“Oh! Um… Elsa… pleasure, to uh… to make your acquaintance?” I ventured.

“Likewise,” his hands folded in his lap. “Now tell me, why do you want this job?”

I straightened up, “Oh, this one’s easy. For munny.”

Riku spluttered and coughed into his fist. Choking back a laugh, Rayne said, “Tact, sweetheart. Try not to be so blunt.”

“Oh.”

This whole interview thing was sounding harder and harder by the second.

Having regained some composure, Riku tried again. “What would you say is your greatest weakness?”

My gaze shifted to the right as my fingers fiddled with my knot once more. “Oh gosh, I have so many, it’s hard to pick just one.”

He gave me a dull stare. “Maybe consider… honesty is not always the best policy.”

“Also remind me later that we really need to boost that self confidence of yours,” Rayne muttered behind him.

“Alright,” Riku lifted his chin, “Where do you see yourself in five to ten years?”

Was he joking? “I don’t even know where I see myself in five to ten minutes, let alone years!”

He smacked himself in the face, dragging his hand down.  “We… have our work cut out for us.”

And so it went. Riku tried a few more questions on me, but the rest of my answers continued to go about as well as you might expect. As he and Rayne did their best to prepare me for the real thing, I had to keep telling myself that despite my fears and doubts, this was what was best for me. Sure, it was going to be hard but in a way, that was good. My life had been too easy so far, with everyone making decisions for me. Everyone, that is, except for myself. I had been limiting myself and taking the easy way out this whole time, never realizing my full potential. But not anymore. It was time to see what I could do, to test those limits and break through.  This was going to be the new me, not that old fake persona I’d always put on because it was what my parents had wanted. It was time to learn who I really was. And above all, I just needed to keep reminding myself that now…

...I’m free. 

Author’s note: Whew, answered a lotta questions this chapter and we're done with the setup for the most part! Please just bear with me a little longer and I promise things will start to pick up and heat up more by the end of next chapter! You probably noticed a few not so subtle drops both this and last chapter of lyrics from Let It Go sprinkled in. I'm just a dork who's doing her best to parallel the whole running away/Let It Go scene from the movie with Elsa nopedy-noping outta her wedding in this story xD Also, not sure if it sounds weird for Elsa to say "frigging" or "frick" (she's gonna do it semi-regularly-ish) but trust me, there's a reason she does! There's always a method to my madness, I swear! …and sometimes those methods are stupid, but still, what matters is that there IS IN FACT a method xD

Anyway! Next chapter, Elsa gets a job (take a wild stab in the dark as to where, given that the story title, summary, and cover art are NOT subtle), she meets a CERTAIN someone (well, she's gonna be meeting a LOT of new someones, but there's one in particular we've all been waiting for, you know who :3) and at last the true fun, adventure and mayhem can really begin! Thank you so much for reading, and an extra BIG thank you to those of you out there who liked and reblogged last chapter, seeing that always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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[wxyvision]

Dear First Love {4/4}

Genre: angst, fluff

Word count: 4,275

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Dear first love,

Things have been very lonely recently, to tell you the truth. I spoke to Mark briefly and he told me he needs some time to get his thoughts together but he promised he wouldn't let this ruin our friendship. I hope that's true. I miss him so much but I'll give him as much time as he needs. I miss you, too. Lately I've been keeping to myself because I can't face you just yet. Not yet. When did everything get so complicated? I wish things were the way they were before all of this. "Happy" New Year's my ass. This year is already much worse than the last, and we're only in February right now. I wonder how you've been, though. I keep seeing the boys and wanting to ask but I don't want to risk making my feelings known. Not even to them. I don't even know why I'm so upset, it's not like you're mine, is it? I'm not mad because you can kiss whoever you want, I just… I selfishly wish it was me instead. I wish for so many things but that won't change anything, will it? Well, surprisingly I received a Valentine's Day card this year. I can't remember the last time that happened. I wondered if it was Mark at first but I'm not sure he would send one considering what happened at the party… A part of me wishes that it was you, but I doubt that it was. You're far too good for me, chicken wing. This is all so confusing. Who sent it? Why? I just miss you, I miss Mark, I miss the boys. Should I just pretend that the party never happened? I could try, if it meant that I could spend time with you again. Perhaps all of these assignments will keep me busy from thinking of you too much. Who am I kidding? I don't think anything could keep me from thinking of you. That's just how precious you are to me, first love.

Little dumpling

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Dear first love,

I think you’d like to know that I spoke briefly to Mark a couple of weeks ago. Things are still awkward between us but at least things are better than they were a couple of months ago. I’m sure it’s just a small crush, it’s nothing major, right? I really hope so. I also haven’t seen you much recently, and even when I have seen you, we haven’t really spoken. Perhaps you're bored of me or annoyed by now and that’s why you haven’t greeted me lately. Or perhaps you know about how I feel, and this is your way of rejecting me. But you didn’t see me react to your kiss, right? At least I don’t think you did. Sometimes I think that you’re fed up of me by now, but that might be the fever talking... You may have heard from Guanheng that I’ve been sick a lot recently. That’s made everything worse, I think. Lying in bed all day, no distraction from thinking about the situation between you and I. Well, that makes it sound like there is anything between us.. which would never happen, would it? I think I’ve started to accept that now. Anyway, that’s enough of me rambling on about myself. How have you been doing lately? I heard that you also got sick. Are you alright now? I hope you ate well and slept a lot! I’m sure you probably heard all of that from papa Kun, though. Of course, I can’t hear or read your answer because you’re not reading this, but these are just some of the things I want to say to you. I wish things weren’t so complicated recently :(

Little dumpling

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Dear first love,

We'll be graduating in a few weeks. Isn't it scary to think that we're about to leave this place behind? All of the friends that we've made, the routine that we've gotten used to over the years. I don't want to leave it behind. These past few years have been the best few years of my life. I hate to sound so sentimental but you and the boys have really changed my life. Before, I only had a few friends who I wasn't even that close to. I never really want to parties, and I didn't really want to. I was happy being at the back of the room. But then you guys walked in to my life and I felt like I had another family. I know things haven't always been easy between all of us. There have been little arguments amongst.. other dilemmas, but we've always stuck together. You don't find many friends like that outside of here. I really wish we can all just stay together but I know that some of us, including you, will be going back home. I might never see your face again, my first love. But maybe things will be okay without you. Of course, I'll always wish that we weren't separated, but life always goes on, doesn't it? I'll miss you so much. You'll never realise how precious you are to me, as a friend and as my crush. I hope that someone as kind and sweet as you will find happiness wherever you go. I hope good fortune follows you back to China and continues to follow your every footstep. I really want you to know all of these things, even if I can't find the strength to say even half of them to you in person. I want you to have all of these memories of our time together, even if they mean little to you now. If we meet again, I know I wouldn't be able to look at you because you would know how I feel for you, but I would be happy to see you living well. Because I wish for you to be able to read all of these letters, I have decided that I will give them to you. If you're reading these now, then that means you found the package I left for you, and that also means you cared enough to read until the end. Please live happily and without regrets and always be happy <3

Little dumpling

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3 years later...

Beep beep!

My eyes flickered over to my phone, who buzzed beside me, alerting me of a new message. I groaned, realising that it was probably my boss asking me to do extra shifts again. As if I didn't work enough already. I sighed and picked up my phone to see what the text said, only to be proven wrong. Mark. Well that's a name I haven't heard in a while. My mind took me back to the good old times, like helping him study for a test by buying him coffee and waking him up when he starting dozing off every two minutes. He passed. And the time he forgot to buy his mum a present and panic called me asking me to come with him to pick one out because he didn't want to go alone. We were always close. And I thought that we always would be. Smiling sadly to myself, I read the text aloud in a whisper.

From: Mork 😎

Hey. I know we haven't spoken in a while. I'm really sorry about that. You know I still care; I always did and always will. I miss you, sidekick, I miss you so much. I hate myself for throwing away our friendship over a silly little crush, I was an idiot. I'll understand if you don't want to talk, especially as I haven't said a word to you in three years and now I'm basically writing you an essay saying sorry for being the dumbest boy on the face of the planet. Will you forgive me? And will you also forgive me for asking if you wanna come to the new year's reunion party? The boys will be there… xx

A smile found its way onto my face whilst reading his text. So he did care, after all. I should have been mad at him. Mad at him for ignoring me for three years. Mad at him for pretending I didn't exist whenever we bumped into each other. But I wasn't. I couldn't be, not when it came to Mark. And the promise of seeing the other boys only fuelled my excitement. I was finally ready to see them after living the past three years of my life in a brand-new city with a brand-new job and brand-new friends. No friend group could ever compare to the boys, and I think I always knew that they would never, even before I graduated. I wiped away a tear I didn't realise had slipped out and typed a short, but meaningful and poetic response.

To: Mork 😎

I missed you too, nerd.

I grinned to myself. Everything he needed to know was in that text. Yes, I forgave him. Yes, I missed him too. No, I wasn't mad at him. Yes, I would come to the party. Yes, he was a class a idiot.

And the gang was coming back together.

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I stood in the middle of the room with a glass of juice in my hand, chewing my lip. I was so nervous and excited to see everyone again. I wondered how much they had changed since I last saw them. Would they even recognise me? Would I even recognise them? These worries washed away the moment I heard my name be called. I looked up and was unable to hold back a grin. “Guanheng! Mark! Oldie!” I cheered. Kun groaned and rolled his eyes, but I could see a smile tugging on his lips as he pulled me in for a hug. This was home, these people had always felt like a second family to me. It felt just like old times, except everyone was slightly older and (mostly) wiser. I suddenly frowned, turning to Guanheng. “Wait.. you guys came back? Just for this?” He and Kun nodded, telling me about their plans to potentially move here for good. Not only so that they would be closer to us, but also because they both had work lined up here for them, and the work was apparently pretty decent. I suddenly felt excitement rush through me at the thought of regularly hanging out with them just like before.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. “A certain someone also came back.” I heard a familiar voice add. I instantly recognised the voice as Johnny's. I spun around to hug him tightly, too. I had missed that tall idiot. I tried to figure out in my head who he was referring to, when I laid eyes on him.

He was here. Now I suddenly felt nervous. Why was I nervous? I had moved on with my life and now all of our moments were just fond memories. But I couldn’t ignore the way the sight of him made my heart race, just as it did the day we met. I suddenly felt incredibly aware of the ugly sweater I was wearing, which I had bought as a joke. I knew that the boys would appreciate it, but now it just made me feel stupid in front of the man that had captured my heart. But I didn’t have those feelings for him anymore, right? "Sicheng?" My mouth hung open and I was frozen to the spot. I wasn't expecting him to be here, especially since the last I'd heard of him, he had moved back to China and was staying there. He grinned at me and suddenly I was very confused. "I missed you, my little dumpling." He said softly. My cheeks heated up, realising that he had read my letters and now he knew exactly how I felt about him. How I still feel about him. Now I realised that despite my head telling me that I was over him, I would never be. The way I felt towards him would never fade, and perhaps I didn't want it to. "I- you- I thought you- China?" I breathed out, making him chuckle.

"I stayed there for a while, but there was just something missing, and I wasn't quite sure what it was. That's the reason I came back here. And now, well I just found out what was missing, so I guess I'm staying here for good." Sicheng moved towards me and wrapped me in his arms. I let my eyes flutter shut as I enjoyed the feeling I always longed for. "I enjoyed your letters, by the way dumpling. I wasn't surprised, though." I pulled back, blinking rapidly.

"You.. you knew that I liked you? All along?" I suddenly felt stupidly self-conscious.

He shrugged, smiling at the ground and then looking back up at me. "I had a hunch, but I wasn't completely sure if I was right." I stared at him, dumbfounded. I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that confession, so I let the silence fall over us. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"Instead of writing letters back, I decided that if and when we met again, I would say this all in person in case I don't get another chance. So here it goes." He took a deep breath before looking into my eyes. "When we first met, you tried speaking Chinese to me. I was excited because apart from the other Chinese students, I couldn't really speak to anyone much because my Korean wasn't as good then. I thought you were absolutely adorable because your eyebrows were all like this," He scrunched his face up, imitating me. "And it seemed like you were trying really hard. I could tell that you were a kind-hearted person just from that one small action." Sicheng smiled fondly, letting his eyes fall shut for a few moments before continuing. "Our kiss... I won’t lie, it was strange for me. I hadn't even thought of you in that way before. Until then I had only thought of you as a cute friend who I wanted to look out for. Admittedly it felt a bit awkward for me, but I didn't want to pull away for some reason." His cheeks turned a light pink and he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. He turned his head away from me, taking a sip of his drink before looking back at me. I was still dumbfounded, trying to somehow digest what he was telling me. What did he mean by all of this? Was this a rejection? It would certainly be a belated rejection if it was.

Sicheng placed one of his hands on my back, guiding me away from where our friends were crowded, too busy in conversation to realise that we were no longer standing nearby.

"Do you remember when we were at the football match together? Spending time together like that felt really good. I actually wanted to give you a hug then. I had it all planned out, I would ask you if you were cold and then hug you to warm you up, but then I got shy and didn't do it. I was kicking myself for the rest of the night calling myself an idiot for not having the guts to hug you. It wasn’t as if I was proposing to you or anything.” He face palmed, and I let out a laugh. If only I had known that he wanted to hug me, I would have given him a hug myself. All that time I spent wondering if he would be weirded out or push me away if I had tried to hug him, and he was wanting the exact same thing the whole time. "And I was so mad that I couldn't be there to watch your performance. I made sure I had enough storage on my phone to take pictures and videos of you, but then I got a call to say that rehearsals had been rescheduled to that night. I was tempted to curse them out but I hoped maybe I'd have another chance to see you perform." Sadly, he didn’t get another chance to see me perform, because after that I only worked backstage, although he did come and see that performance, which did make me feel a sense of pride. "When me and Mark walked you home, I was super nervous. Nervous because I wanted to be alone with you, but he was there. If I'm honest, I noticed you smiling at me a lot and it only made my hands even more sweaty." Wait what? He was nervous? Around me? If only Mark hadn’t have been there, not that I didn’t want him there of course. I stayed silent, still unsure of how to respond, and still trying to process what was going on. Sicheng was rambling on about his side of the story and how he felt about the memories I wrote about in my letters and he looked as adorable ever with his cheeks flushed and a grin on his face.

"You remember when I asked you to come to my party? My smile was because of you, and the thought of you being there at my party. I guess that's the point where I first realised that I might have feelings for you, but I wasn't quite sure yet." My eyes widened. Feelings? He had feelings for me too? Oh wow, I really was dumb, wasn’t I? No wonder we never got together. Still, hearing that his smile was caused by my presence filled me with happiness. "And at the party, you kept looking at me in a way that made me suspect that you were dressing up for me, but I didn't want to assume in case I was wrong." Oh, this was embarrassing. He pretty much knew that I had put more effort into my outfit just for him and I was staring at him enough for him to catch on to my feelings. If I didn’t already want the ground to open up and swallow me whole, I definitely did after hearing that. Sicheng chuckled, guiding me even further away from the group. "How could I forget our little cooking show? I was waiting for episode two but it never came." He shook his head, glancing at me to see my reaction. I smiled fondly to myself. I definitely wouldn’t have minded an episode two. "I loved joking around with you and hearing you laugh. That's one of our memories that I treasure the most because it was just us two, and it felt so natural. I can't believe I still didn't realise I liked you." Perhaps I wasn’t the only idiot between the two of us. That sounded a lot like someone who had a major crush on someone to me. He looked back at our friends, watching them enjoying each other’s company. It looked like they had started having their own mini dance battle. Me and Sicheng watched the others for a few moments before he turned to look back at me. "If you wanted to, we could have another dance lesson. I enjoyed it a lot last time. I actually felt pretty proud hearing that you wanted me, of all people, to teach you. Your dancing was the most adorable thing I've ever seen. You know, I wanted to hold you because you made my heart race so fast. As for the food... I brought it with me because I knew that you would forget to bring snacks, and also because I wanted to show you how good of a boyfriend I would be." He grinned shyly. "And how dare you assume that you didn't make me fall for you! You were making me suffer from how cute you we're being!!" My heart was melting faster than an ice cream on a hot summer’s day by now. My face was so hot that anyone who didn’t know what we were talking about would have thought I had a fever.

"I don't think I'll ever be a dancer, though." I joked, covering my mouth with my free hand. Sicheng took my hand and moved it away from my mouth, eyes flickering to my smile which I disliked with a passion. He shrugged, telling me that practice makes perfect.

"I'll never forget our date at the zoo, either." Maybe it was a bad idea to take a sip of my drink as he said that, because now I was almost choking on my drink. He had said the word ‘date’ about me and him. He considered it a date. "Even though I didn't say anything, that's how I thought of it, as a date. I still have those photos of us, by the way. I had one of them as my lock screen for a long time, and if ever I was sad, I only had to look at the picture to smile." The thought of a picture of me and him being his lock screen made my heart flutter. Wasn't that the kind of thing that couples usually did? Sicheng pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed me the picture. I was leaning into him and his arm was placed loosely around me, not quite touching me. I had managed to convince him to wear a headband with tiger ears on it, which was the cutest thing ever. "At the Christmas party, I was secretly wishing that we'd get caught under some mistletoe so that I had an excuse to kiss you. I kept having those thoughts and that was something completely new to me. I'd never wanted to kiss someone so bad before. And your little Christmas sweater.. that sweater looked so good on you; did you not realise how nervous I was around you?" I shook my head, still refusing to believe the words coming out of his mouth. We were almost outside now, only a few steps from standing out on Johnny's balcony. My heart was still pounding so loud that I was afraid of Sicheng being able to hear it.

His smile fell, his eyebrows scrunching up tightly. "I had no idea you saw that kiss. I saw yours. It was only whilst reading your letters that I realised that I was in the exact same boat as you. Both of us saw the other person kissing someone else and assumed that they didn't have feelings for us. And both of us were kissed by someone who we didn't have feelings for." He chewed his lip, then shook his head, letting out a small laugh. "I was really worried that you didn't like me anymore. I would have been happy for you and Mark, though." He glanced at me, and then back at Mark, who was giggling hysterically at something and clapping his hands together. I had never quite seen him that way, so the idea felt strange to me, but I could also understand his thinking. "What about Valentine's Day? Did you wonder who that card was from? I can't believe you didn't recognise my handwriting." My mouth fell open. Him?? He sensed my surprise and bit his lip. "Yeah, I wrote it, but I never sent it."

I furrowed my eyebrows. I was confused. What did he mean he didn't send it? How did it end up in my possession? "Some of the boys knew that I liked you, so it must have been one of them. I wasn't going to send it because I still thought you and Mark were a thing, but I was tempted to do it anyway." We were standing outside on the balcony now, the small breeze making his hair flutter just as much as he was making my heart flutter. Not only was I incredibly close to him, but he was also telling me that he had a crush on me back then. The possibility of him still feeling that way now made my head spin.

"I regret the last few months before graduation. I really should have handled it better. I felt bad because you seemed to be ignoring me and then I was worried that for whatever reason you didn't like me anymore. And then I read your letter and I realised that I might just be the most stupid man on the planet. This is me saying sorry for acting so stupidly, and to say sorry for not confessing to you even though I had a feeling that you felt the same." I opened my mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud noise coming from inside Johnny’s house.

"Five!" People inside cheered. Sicheng turned to look at me with a smitten grin on his face. "Four!" I chewed my lip, wondering if he had the same thoughts as me. "Three!" He moved closer to me, eyes locked on mine. I couldn't look away from him. "Two!" His hands were now cupping my cheeks and my heart was doing backflips and loop-de-loops. "One!" I barely heard the cheering. All I could focus on was the fact that Sicheng had just kissed me. The winter breeze outside was bitter, but the heat rising to my cheeks kept me warm. I kissed him back, feeling him grin against my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his torso, pulling him even closer to me. Fireworks were going off all around us, and suddenly I didn't despise New Year celebrations anymore.

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[she-is-tim]

I love hating you | Elu enemies to lovers AU | Ch. 8

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6.5, 7

Lucas is an angry, closeted and frustrated gay teenager, while Eliott is the handsome, smart and popular guy in school. They hate each other… but not forever.

I want the best for you

Lucas was staring at his phone for probably an hour or so. He was at the flat with the boys, sitting on the couch. They were playing some video game, but he couldn’t care much. He kept checking his followers on instagram, seeing the blessed username still being there. Of course he immediately followed Eliott back, but since then there was no sign of him. He didn’t text Lucas or liked any other posts on his profile. He was still nervous, afraid that it was just a mistake and the boy could unfollow him at any second. 

When he was refreshing his follower list for like the hundredth time, Yann let out an annoyed sigh and snatched the phone from his hand. Lucas made an inhuman noise, getting the attention to the other two friends. Basile quickly paused the game. The short boy still tried to get back his phone, but his best friend had long arms and kept him back by placing his hand on Lucas’ chest. 

“No, this stays at my hands. You are being obsessed, man. What are you even looking at?” he asked, checking the phone screen and rolled his eyes. “Are you serious? He’s not gonna unfollow you.”

“Why not? Maybe it was a mistake and he will unfollow when he notices...” he started to ramble.

“Lucas, he’s trying to reach out, you shouldn’t be so worried about it.” Arthur said with a serious look, putting the controller on the coffee table. 

“But what if...”

“Lucas, just stop talking.” Basile said, surprising his friends yet once again. “You said that you like this guy, right? He’s out there, liking the post you made about him, following you on instagram and sending you drawings. What is holding you back? He is into you, I’m sure about that.” his face was serious, looking straight into his friend’s eyes, Lucas couldn’t respond to that, because he had a good point. Arthur on the other hand was smiling brightly, making him look even more handsome. 

“Baz, you really make that damned braincell work hard lately.” he said and squeezed his friend’s shoulder proudly. 

Yann smirked too, still holding Lucas’ phone in his hands, making sure that his best friend doesn’t check his instagram again. The short boy sighed with a fond smile on his face, then he got up to bring some beer from the kitchen. Not too much, since it was only wednesday, but they still can have some fun. He couldn’t remember the last time he was together with the boys like this. Just chilling home, playing video games, drinking beer and talking shit. 

Thursday went by eventless, Lucas didn’t see Eliott all day, even though they wew supposed to have literature together. He got just a tiny bit worried, but he tried to live up to what Basile said to him, But he couldn’t help himself. After school, he had to open his chat with Eliott and the chaotic idiot in his head decided to text him.

lucallemant Literature was boring today, we were talking about Rouge et Noir, did you read that one? 

He locked his phone now and put it down next to him on the couch, trying to focus his brain on the tv. Lisa was sitting not too far from him, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the screen with the dumbest face she could just make. Lucas smiled a little, he started to like her inevitable presence here, it made him feel like he wasn’t alone. He got up and walked to the kitchen, making some sandwiches, since he just noticed how hungry he was. 

When he finished eating, he walked back to the living room, hopping down next to his flatmate, who let out a disapproving groan. Lucas giggled, grabbing his phone and checking it. He almost had a heart attack when he saw Eliott’s username on the screen, unlocking it quickly and checking the message he got from him. 

srodulv Yeah, it’s a great book, you should read it too 

Lucas heart started to beat insanely fast and he wished he could have a room to run back to. He wanted to jump up and down in happiness, squealing like a baby seal and then throw himself on the bed as he types an answer. But he had to accept the little space on the couch, pulling up his legs, shaking uncontrollably. He had to start the sentence at least five times, because he kept making typos and writing stupid shit. He had to keep himself at the subject and not bringing up things between them. Eliott answered because he was talking about literature, which is one of his favorite subject in school. 

lucallemant I’m not a big reader and that book is LONG 

srodulv Books are supposed to be long

lucallemant Yeah, not my thing

srodulv You are just one grumpy hedgehog, huh? 

lucallemant I guess that’s my speciality

After that he got no response, but he still felt like he is the happiest guy on this planet. He hugged the phone to his chest, enjoying the serenity taking over his thoughts. Long minutes passed and the light buzz in his hand pulled him out of his thoughts. He was hoping it was a message from Eliott, but he felt just a little disappointment seeing the username of the sender.

sofalaoui Did you do something?  Lucas, he is fucking smiling I can’t explain how happy this makes me, but he’s smiling again 

Lucas was overwhelmed by his own feelings that these messages caused him. It was from Eliott’s best friend, who knew him better than anyone. He was saying that Eliott, the guy he was head over heels for is smiling again, after long times of being sad and depressed. He couldn’t handle this, so he just went to the bathroom, washing his face and staring at his reflection for long, agonizing minutes. 

He got startled by the knocking on the door. It was Lisa, she had to use the bathroom, so Lucas left and took his opportunity to lay on the couch. He was holding his phone to his chest, humming happily. Minutes passed when he felt buzzing, quickly checking what it was. Another text from Eliott.

srodulv So Rouge et Noir is the current book? 

lucallemant Yeah

srodulv Okay, just wanna make sure I’ll catch up on things for tomorrow

Lucas felt his heart beating in his throat, reading the text over and over again. Was this meaning that Eliott will come to school tomorrow? That they will have literature together? After such a long time. He tried to breathe through his nose, calm down his heart while he texted back.

lucallemant Good, gotta keep up that reputation of yours, right? 

srodulv Sort of 

lucallemant Tomorrow is going to be a long day

srodulv Why is that? 

lucallemant Daphné asked me and the boys to repaint that mural from hell after school

srodulv I see

Lucas didn’t know what to answer to that. He didn’t wanted to seem pushy by inviting Eliott to the common rom with them. It wasn’t easy for him to text back, so he probably doesn’t wanna rush meeting in person. And they will have literature together, so he’s going to see and be close to Eliott no matter what. At least he was hoping that it will be the case.

In the morning Lucas panicked. He was running around in the house, into the bathroom, then to the kitchen, back to the living room and repeated that circle until he bumped into a really annoyed Mika. The older boy grabbed his waist, making sure that he stops whatever he was doing and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Kitten, I’d really appreaciate if you’d stop this like right now.” he said, sounding like a disapproving parent.

“But Mika... I don’t know what to do, Eliott is going to come to school today and we’ll be having a class together and I just...”

“Okay, stop.” Mika raised his hand to stop his flatmate from rambling. “Is Eliott the guy you like? The one you had a thing with? That broke your heart?” he asked, raising his eyebrows so high they disappeared behind his dark locks.

“Yeah... also no. I mean, he didn’t break my heart... not completely...” he mumbled and looked at the ceiling now, letting out quiet curses under his breath before continuing. “I am still into him and it seems like he feels the same... we just had a conflict.” he tried to explain things without saying too much. It was burning inside him to tell people why it was difficult with Eliott, but he knew that sharing information about his mental illness wasn’t something he could just do.

“Okay, so you are so whipped for this Eliott guy that you don’t know... What to wear to school?” Mika asked, voice a bit high-pitched, a playful smirk appearing on his face and Lucas can feel the blush taking place on his cheeks.

“Well... I just... It’s not...” he mumbled and then just sighed. “Yeah, sort of.” he admitted. 

After that there was a really long and painful moment where Mika tried to pick him nice clothes that Lucas dismissed immediately. He tried to fix his hair, but the boy cut him off after he saw the hair products in his flatmate’s hand. All in all he put on navy blue jeans, a nice grey shirt and his favorite grey hoodie. He packed up black sweatpants and a shirt too, just to not ruin his outfit during the painting after school. 

He finally left the place, hearing Mika yelling stupid shit after him like “Go get him, tiger” and “Make that man yours”. Lucas felt really embarrassed and just wanted to get to school in one piece, without having a heart attack. At least his stupid flatmate helped him forget about the Eliott issue. He only remembered it again when he entered the school building and saw him. Standing by the lockers, cocky smile on his face as he talked to Alex. 

Lucas stopped by the doorway, staring at him, like he’s a unique statue on an exhibition. He could be. Considering that he looked so damn fine on this beautiful friday morning. Hair messy like always, shining in the sunlight, wearing black jeans, black shirt and a navy blue denim jacket. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off his forearms and that sweet tattoo on it. Lucas remembered how many times he traced his fingers up and down, kissing it even. 

He got so lost in his thoughts that he jumped a little when Alex yelled his name. His face felt much more warm that it should have been as he looked up from Eliott’s forearm and their eyes met. There was something in them that made Lucas’ stomach do a backflip. He couldn’t look away, especially not when that familiar, soft smile started to take place on the tall boy’s face. His heart fluttered in his chest. 

“Lucas, are you here?” he jumped yet once again when Alex snapped his fingers just inches from his face.

“What? Who... Yeah, I’m here.” he mumbled, shaking his head and looking away from Eliott, who stayed at his place thank god. “Good morning, Alex.”

“Morning.” he said with a wide smirk now. “How’s it going today?” 

“Good... yeah, I’m doing okay. What about you?” he asked, trying to play cool, not glancing over the tall, handsome boy who seemed to have fun watching him being awkward. Fuck you for being so smooth, Eliott! 

“I’m fine. You know, Eliott and I were just talking about my party tonight.” he explained.

“You’re throwing a party again?” Lucas raised his eyebrows. “But you had a party like... two or three weeks ago.” 

“What can I say? I love doing parties and my parents are always out for business.” he said smirking, shrugging it off easily. “You wanna come?” 

“I’m not sure. I have to repaint the mural in the common room with the guys. You know Daphné, she’ll kill us if we don’t do it now.” he said with an apologetic smile. He really wanted to go, especially if Eliott will be there, but he can’t choose him over his friends once again. That would be a dick move after all of their support.

“Sure, I get it.” Alex said and gently punched him on the shoulder. “Take care, little one.” he smirked and walked back to Eliott. 

Lucas let out a sigh as he watched the two boys just walking away. He pulled out his phone to check something, probably the time, but he wasn’t even sure, when a notification popped up at the top of his screen that he got a message. He clicked on it and almost had a heart attack.

srodulv You look pretty when you blush

Okay, this was not the right time to panic, but Eliott was just straight up flirting with him, shamelessly. While they were on bad therms. He didn’t know what to respond, so he just shoved his phone into his bag and walked to his class. This was making no sense. Eliott ignored him for almost a whole week, avoiding the only class they shared and now he was back with his cheesy flirts and soft smiles? How is he supposed to react to that? 

Lucas didn’t know how to feel during the day, especially not when literature class came and he had to sit next to Eliott. The boy seemed to be in a good mood, but they haven’t really talked to each other, he was actually doodling in his notebook during the whole class. It was just weird and Lucas started to have doubts. He really liked Eliott and wanted to try this relationship with him, but these sudden changes just made him confused. He was thinking that this might be because of his bipolarity, but he had to get rid of that thought. He had to shut out the negativity and just jump into this. It was something that made him happy, made him feel things he never felt before. This was the right thing. 

Lucas was mad when the boys said they will be late. He just finished his classes, walking towards the common room. It was already 15:34 and he still had to wait for that three idiots to get their shit together. He didn’t wanted to stay in school until midnight to paint a damn wall. Not like he had better things to do and he really hoped that his friends weren’t planning on ditching him. He put away his phone after texting back the boys, opening the heavy door. 

The common room looked so different, furniture moved to the sides, covered in plastic sheets, so is the floor, while the ugly ass mural was now fully visible in its terrible glory, having two spotlight on the sides of it. Lucas was glad that Daphné and the girls did the preparations and bought the paints for them, because he had no patience for that part. But he suddenly forgot everything when he saw a person, standing in front of the mural, hands shoved into his pockets. Lucas could only see his back, but he could pick out that hair from the biggest crowd anytime.

“Eliott...” he mumbled, dropping his bag on the floor. The door behind him slammed shut loudly, which startled the tall boy. He turned around and looked at Lucas with a shy smile on his face.

“Hey.” 

“What are you doing here?” he asked shocked, looking around to make sure no one else is in the room. It was just the two of them. 

“I was the one who offered to repaint the mural in the first place.” He said and shrugged. 

“That’s true... but I told you that I’ll do it with the guys.” he mumbled, talking nonsense, since his brain decided to take off the rest of the day apparently.

“Lucas, can you please notice that I’m trying my very best to have a face to face talk with you... alone.” he said, looking serious now, turning his whole body towards the short boy. Lucas had troubles breathing now, but his legs moved on their own, walking forward until it was just a few steps between them. 

“Okay then. I am here, we are alone.” he said, looking into the stormy eyes, feeling everything at once. Attraction, nervousness, fear, excitement, happiness, sadness. It was overwhelming, but he could handle it, if Eliott was there by his side.

“I think you should tell your friends to not come.” Eliott suggested with a little smile on his face. “If you really want us to have alone time...” 

Lucas just nodded, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening the chat with the boys. He felt a bit bad that he’s ditching them once again, but this was important for him and Eliott. They had to talk and if it had to happen in the common room while painting a fucking wall, then so be it. 

Lucas Guys, I’m so sorry, but can you not come to the common room today? 

Arthur What’s wrong? We’ll be there, just late.

Yann  Yeah, don’t be so upset, Lulu

Basile I have great ideas

Lucas It’s not that... Eliott is here and i wanna be alone with him 

Arthur Woah, that was unexpected

Yann I don’t like this... 

Lucas It’s gonna be fine, and he was the one who offered Daphné to repaint this shit anyways, so...

Basile But I wanted to impress Daphné...

Yann We’ll go somewhere to drink You do you and smooth things out with that guy, Lulu

Arthur Good luck

Lucas sighed and put away his phone, looking at Eliott, who was now looking through the buckets of paints, checking all the colors. He opened the white ones, also grabbing a paint roller. The boy had to smile seeing his determined expression. He really wanted to make something out of this mural. 

“I told the guys.” he said which got the other’s attention quickly, glancing at Lucas over his shoulder. 

“Good, help me with this then.” he said and nodded his head towards the supplies. “Grab a roller, we’ll be painting it white first, making a clean canvas.” 

“Sure thing.” he said and did exactly what Eliott asked him to. 

They both had a bucket of white paint, starting to cover up the mural with it. None of them said a word during the process, but it felt alright. Lucas was sure that this was just to make both of them relaxed and comfortable before starting the real conversation. He hoped that the tall boy will soon open up to him, telling him whatever he feels about him... about whatever is going on between them. 

“You failed there.” he heard suddely, being startled by the closeness of the voice. Eliott was stading right next to him, pointing to a little spot where the mural was still visible under the paint.

“That wasn’t on purpose.” he mumbled, feeling dizzy now that this handsome, tall boy was being so close. 

“I can’t let you fail like that on me.” 

“I am not failing on you. Have some trust in me.” he said a bit angrily, looking at the boy, who now had a huge, blinding smile on his face. Lucas let out a relieved sigh. “You are beautiful when you smile.” he mumbled, surprising both Eliott and himself. 

“Say that again.” the tall boy demanded, leaning close to him. Lucas blushed heavily, turning his head away, staring at the almost fully covered mural. He made a squeaky noise when Eliott slid an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. “I missed you.” he whispered, resting his chin on the boy’s shoulder now. Lucas shivered and turned back to face Eliott, their lips were almost touching like that. He looked into the stormy grey eyes, letting out a soft sigh which made the tall one smile softly.

“I missed you too, Eliott.” he mumbled, letting the paint roller slip out of his hand, wrapping his arms around Eliott’s neck. 

“I think we have things to talk about.” he kept whispering, leaning his forehead to Lucas’. “I said... mean things to you.”

“Yeah, but so did I.” he admitted and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. “I hit you... I shouldn’t have done that.” 

“I kinda deserved it...”

“No, you didn’t.” Lucas shook his head and slid his hands on Eliott’s face, cupping it gently. “All of this was my fault, I kissed you in public, not the other way around.” he said and sighed. 

“I should have told you about my bipolarity sooner.” 

“Listen here... Having a mental illness is something people can’t just talk about casualy. I understand why you were hesitating with it.” Lucas smiled, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs. “You know... my mother is ill too.” he said suddenly, feeling like he had to get this rock off his chest, be honest with this guy in front of him. 

“What?” Eliott asked a bit shocked, leaning back a little so he could study the boy’s face. 

“She thinks that the apocalypse is coming, that Jesus and God are talking through her to save our soul.” he started, looking into the other’s eyes. “She is going to therapies and doing well, but sometimes she snaps. I don’t see her often, because... we had a hard time in my family. My father left us last year, cause he couldn’t handle her outbursts, then my mom’s condition got worse, I had to skip school to stay home with her, but I was just so useless... The only thing my father did for her was to hire a nurse and pay for her therapy. I was really sad and upset those days, Mika found me in front of a gay bar, totally wasted. He took me to his place and let me stay in their basement for a few weeks. When Manon found out about me, she was already packing up to London, so she let me take her room.” he finished his story with a deep sigh, leaning his forehead on Eliott’s chest. He couldn’t say anymore, this was already too much at once. His fucked up family could be enough reason for the boy to leave him right now, before things go further. 

“Okay...” Eliott sighed and wrapped both of his arms around Lucas now, pulling him as close as possible, burying his face into the soft hair. “Thank you for telling me all that.” he said softly. “I guess it’s my turn to share my dark backstory now.” his tone was a bit playful which made Lucas smile. He looked up at Eliott with that blissed expression on his face that was basically too seductive for the tall boy. He had to breathe in and then out, holding himself back from kissing this beautiful person in his arms. 

“You don’t have to.” Lucas said softly. “I can wait.”

“I really don’t think I deserve you, Lucas.” he sighed now, touching their foreheads again. “I’ve been through so much shit in my life... especially after I got diagnosed... And here you are, looking at me like that... making me harder to not kiss you.”

“Why can’t you kiss me?” he pouted, looking like a sweet hedgehog now who didn’t get his afternoon cuddles. Eliott chuckled. 

“Because we have a wall to paint.” he started, nodding towards the almost completely white wall. “And serious things to talk about.” he said, cupping the boy’s face now. “If I kiss you, we wouldn’t be talking, just making out and I will be fine with it... but there’s things I have to tell you.” 

“We will have time to talk...”

“No, Lucas.” he sighed and let him go now, taking a few steps back. He needed to keep distance, otherwise he would do something he doesn’t want to, just yet. 

“It’s okay, I am not scared.” the boy said seriously.

“You should be.” Eliott said now, looking at him dead in the eye. “There will be times when I won’t be nice, Lucas. When I don’t want you around. I will yell, send you away, slam doors at you... I will hurt you and I don’t think I could survive that. I want the best for you, but that is not me.” his voice cracked at the end, eyes filling with tears. He couldn’t look at the short boy in front of him, he just couldn’t do it. He had to say this to make things clear. He had to break things for good. 

“Okay, that is a bullshit.” Lucas said angrily, putting his hands on his hips. Eliott’s head shot up, looking at him in disbelief.

“Say what?” 

“I said that is a total bullshit. You can’t tell me what is good or bad for me. This is my life, Eliott. If I wanna jump into a relationship with a guy who has bipolar disorder, then so be it. You can’t stop me, because I know you want it to. So cut the bullshit.” he said with a serious and determined look on his face. 

Eliott was just staring at him for a few minutes before a huge smile spread on his face. He took that few steps towards Lucas, scooping him up into his arms into a bone-crashing hug. The short boy laughed happily, hugging him back immediately. They looked into each other’s eyes and not knowing who made the first move, they were kissing. Wildly, passionately, trying to catch up on all those missed out days they weren’t together. Eliott let Lucas down, leaning after him, not letting go of his lips for one second. He held his waist, keeping him close and enjoying this sweet moment. 

Lucas was incredibly happy, feeling the butterflies flutter in his stomach as he wrapped his arms around Eliott’s neck. Their lips were making sloppy and slurping noises. After some time they got a bit dizzy and the tall boy tried to find themselves a solid place to sit down to, but he stumbled into a bucket of red paint, causing him and Lucas to fall, right into the paint. They looked at each other shocked first and then started laughing. Lucas dipped his hand into the bucket and wiped it into Eliott’s shirt. The older boy didn’t let this unanswered, he pulled closer a bucket of blue paint and sprinkled Lucas’ shirt with it. They continued this until their clothes were completely covered in paint, just like their hands, but then Eliott grabbed the short boy’s face, pulling him into a demanding kiss. 

Hours later they were standing in front of the repainted mural, looking like they were swimming in a pool of paint. Following Eliott’s suggestion, they tried to do some Jackson Pollock-looking galaxy out of it. The base was blue, pink and purple mixed together quite well, then above that just while, yellow and light blue sprinkled stains. Lucas was actually proud of their work, ignoring the fact that they totally ruined their clothes and wasted way too many paint in the process. Daphné will understand for sure. 

The dried paint on their face, their clothes and in their hair started to feel uncomfortable, but it was kind of embarrassing to leave the room like this. They could still hear some students walking and talking on the hallway. It wouldn’t be hard to make an excuse, but since both of their mouth were a shade of purple mixed from blue and red paint, that couldn’t be explained easily. Lucas glanced at Eliott, who was staring at their work with a satisfied expression on his face.

“We should take a shower.” Lucas said which catched Eliott’s attention. The tall boy looked at him, raising his eyebrows playfully, which made Lucas blush. Thankfully it wasn’t visible with all that paint covering his cheeks. “To get rid of the paint.” he said, trying to sound serious. “I’m pretty sure it’s not good for our skin to have this much paint on it.”

“It might not be healthy, but you look damn hot like this.” he said smirking, while Lucas rolled his eyes. 

“Sure, yeah.” he said clearly unimpressed and walked to his backpack now. He heard the steps behind him on the plastic sheet. Good thing Daphné covered the whole floor, because there was a lot of paint everywhere. 

“How about you get your attention back on me, huh?” Eliott said, sounding like a stubborn child. Lucas shot him a disapproving look over his shoulder before he continued searching in his bag. 

“I have clothes to change to. What about you?” he asked now that he found his jeans and clean shirt. 

“All i have is you, right here, showing that fine butt of yours to me, which is quite impressive, I gotta say.” Eliott replied which made the short boy to turn around and gave him the look, again. 

“Eliott Demaury, stop with the flirting. We gotta wash off the paint.” he said seriously, but a little smile was playing on his lips. He couldn’t be mad at this gorgeous person who made him so damn happy today. 

“Okay then.” he gave up, raising his hands now with a cheeky smile. “Let’s go.”

Lucas woke up feeling all sorts of pain in his body. His head felt dizzy, like he was drinking last night, which he was sure he didn’t do. He opened his eyes and turned to his side, but was shocked that he was alone in his “bed”. He sat up so quickly the rom started to spin with him a little. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and looking around. He was in the living room, on the pulled out couch, half naked under the blanket, arms still stained with paint, but Eliott was nowhere to be found. 

He felt waves of feelings washing over him, his eyes filling with tears. He thought that all of yesterday was just Eliott’s way to say goodbye and let him go. That their relationship ended even before it could start. He almost started crying when the tall boy appeared in the living room with two plates in his hands, wearing nothing but a boxer and Lucas’ grey hoodie, unzipped. He smiled brightly until he noticed that something was wrong. He quickly walked to the boy, putting down the plates to the coffee table, cupping Lucas’ face and forcing him to look at him. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked worryingly, caressing his soft skin with his thumbs. Lucas could still smell the paint on his hands and it calmed him down.

“Nothing, I’m sorry.” he mumbled, sobbing a little. “I was just...” he looked at the bed and back at Eliott. The older boy chuckled and gave him a soft peck on the lips.

“Oh my. You thought I left?” he asked with a gentle smile on his face. “I would never leave you, not after what happened yesterday.” he said, leaning forward to knock his forehead on Lucas’ like he always did. The boy smiled now, eyes still a bit red. 

“I know, I was just...”

“I gave you good reasons not to trust me, I know.” he sighed.

“No, it’s not that... It’s just so hard to believe that we are... together.” he mumbled, not really sure if that’s the right therm to use, but it made Eliott’s smile brighter, so he was happy with it. 

“Yes, we are together for sure.” he said and kissed the boy deeply, passionately. 

“Looks like someone found their prince charming on this fine saturday morning.” Mika interrupted them, leaning to the wall that was separating the living room from the hall, having a big smile on his face. Lucas broke the kiss which made Eliott make a cute whining sound and looked at his flatmate over the boy’s shoulder. 

“How nice of you to giving us some privacy.” Lucas said with as much sarcasm as he just could so early in the morning. 

“Grumpy kitten must have a little morning tent in his underpants that has to be handled, huh?” Mika shot back with a wide smirk that made Eliott giggle. Lucas gave him a disapproval look before glancing back to his flatmate. “Just leave, please.” 

Mika just chuckled and waved as he walked into his room, victoriously. Lucas sighed, deeply and looked at the boy in front of him. He had stains of paint on his face too, but he was still that perfect guy he fell for. His hands cupped Eliott’s cheeks before he kissed him slowly, passionately. The tall boy didn’t hesitato to open his mouth and let Lucas deepend the kiss, playing with his tongue. His long fingers wandered into the boy’s long, soft hair, grabbing it just a little to pull him back, getting a little moan out of him as he kept kissing him, a bit more wildly than before. 

They pulled back after long minutes, lips swollen, eyes fully on each other, smiling like idiots. Lucas stroked Eliott’s neck softly, tracing around the stains of paint on his skin. The older boy enjoyed this, but then looked at the plates on the coffee table.

“We should eat it before it gets cold.” he said softly, letting go of the lovely boy, grabbing the plates and giving one to Lucas. 

The boy accepted it, making himself comfortable on the bed and also scooting to the side, giving space for Eliott to sit next to him. It was relaxing to just have a quiet breakfast on his damned couch with the most handsome guy he had ever seen. Who was now apparently his boyfriend too. 

Monday morning came like a lightning bolt. Lucas and Eliott spent the weekend at the flatshare, annoying the hell out of Mika and Lisa, while Manon usually just smiled at them like a proud mother. Of course Eliott had to announce their relationship to the whole world by posting on instagram, first by putting a video in his story where he filmed Lucas playing a video game with Mika. Then Lucas decided to fuck it and took a picture of Eliott laying on the couch, wearing Lucas’ clothes, putting it to his story with bubbling heart gifs around. He was so stupidly in love that he did that. Then Eliott asked him to take a selfie together, and Lucas had nothing against that, so now every single follower of Eliott knew that they are a couple. And to be honest, Lucas felt proud and happy. 

I hope you guys liked this one, I felt like this is a good way to finish it for now and pack some more fluff to the next chapter. Make sure to tell me your opinions on this. And the insta post is just a little extra, I’m not gonna put insta posts in the chapters of course, but this is just a soft way to end the chapter. 

#I love hating you #Elu enemies to lovers au #Eliott Demaury #Skam France #Lucas Lallemant #Elu #Eliott x Lucas

[innerclouds]

Another big ask request:

   “Wait, these are actually hella cute questions.”

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Don't recall.

2. Are you outgoing or shy? Latter.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? Bae.

4. Are you easy to get along with? Probably not.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? If I'm drunk chances are they're drunk too so attempts at care would be made.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Big brains.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Mebe.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Idk.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? No.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Bae.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? Something about freezing to death.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Don't have any currently.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? No touchy.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Luck sorta, miracles no.

15. What good thing happened this summer? Computer didn't melt.

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Do e-kisses count?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? You'd have to be stupid to think there wasn't any. Now if said life is as intelligent(lol) as humans or higher, that's another story.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Not really.

19. Do you like bubble baths? Not really.

20. Do you like your neighbors? Yes and no.

21. What are you bad habits? Nail nibbling.

22. Where would you like to travel? Lotta places.

23. Do you have trust issues? Yes, but it's more on the surface due to anxiety, if I get to know someone it evaporates.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Chat with bae.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? There's two of them and they sit high.

26. What do you do when you wake up? Yell at the cat to stfu/pitch alarm.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Albino levels of lighter.

28. Who are you most comfortable around? Bae, cat, 2/3 siblings.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? I have not had contact with them so I don't know and I honestly don't care.

30. Do you ever want to get married? Yus.

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Ew.

33. Spell your name with your chin. No, you know how much bacteria is on a keyboard? I keep mine clean but even so, that's nasty.

34. Do you play sports? What sports? No.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV. I mean I already technically do, I don't bother watching anymore unless movies count but I use my comp for that.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes.

37. What do you say during awkward silences? Absolutely nothing.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Bae.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Sprouts? Costco? I dunno, I wouldn't call those favorites, they're just stores.

40. What do you want to do after high school? I wanted to be into dinos, but too much leg work in terrible environments plus layoffs layoffs layoffs.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Ye.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? Any number of things.

43. Do you smile at strangers? Lolno.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Spaaaaaaaaaaaace.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Chats with bae, cat yowling, alarm, not wanting to be homeless so go to work

46. What are you paranoid about? That is an extremely long list.

47. Have you ever been high? Yes.

48. Have you ever been drunk? Unfortunately.

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Maybe.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Black.

51. Ever wished you were someone else? Yep.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? Rather not say.

53. Favourite makeup brand? What makeup?

54. Favourite store? I answered this above.

55. Favourite blog? Bae's.

56. Favourite colour? Answered this.

57. Favourite food? Answered this.

58. Last thing you ate? Ice cube.

59. First thing you ate this morning? Orange juice.

60. Ever won a competition? For what? Ah... halloween costume thing in a game once, years ago.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? No.

62. Been arrested? For what? No.

63. Ever been in love? Yes.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? I don't think it counts.

65. Are you hungry right now? Sure.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Who says those aren't one in the same?

67. Facebook or Twitter? Both are equally interesting and retarded at the same time.

68. Twitter or Tumblr? See above.

69. Are you watching tv right now? No.

70. Names of your bestfriends? Sebbysheepy

71. Craving something? What? Bison burgers, thanks to above.

72. What colour are your towels? Black, gray and misc print.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Four if you count the body pillow.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No.

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? 11.

75. Favourite animal? Sharks, birds

76. What colour is your underwear? Currently? Dark blue.

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Yes.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Answered this.

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Black.

80. What colour pants? Gray.

81. Favourite tv show? Answered this.

82. Favourite movie? Answered this.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Never seen either.

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? See above.

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Stop asking about whatever mean girls is I've never seen it.

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Bruce and the sharks.

87. First person you talked to today? Cat.

88. Last person you talked to today? Bae.

89. Name a person you hate? I don't hate exactly, I just dislike with various tiers.

90. Name a person you love? People with brains.

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? No because that means I'd have to touch them.

92. In a fight with someone? Cat maybe.

93. How many sweatpants do you have? Three or four.

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? Two.

95. Last movie you watched? Don't recall.

96. Favourite actress? None.

97. Favourite actor? Sam Neill.

98. Do you tan a lot? I burn.

99. Have any pets? Gatto.

100. How are you feeling? Meh.

101. Do you type fast? Yes and no.

102. Do you regret anything from your past? Tons.

103. Can you spell well? Well.

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? No.

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Possibly.

107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes.

108. What should you be doing? Drawing.

109. Is something irritating you right now? This ask request has over 100 questions, that's abnormal.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Yes.

111. Do you have trust issues? Wtf, I've answered this in this same ask thing.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Idk.

113. What was your childhood nickname? I'd rather not say, it was mean.

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes.

115. Do you play the Wii? No.

116. Are you listening to music right now? No.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Yes.

118. Do you like Chinese food? Love it.

119. Favourite book? Anwered this.

120. Are you afraid of the dark? No.

121. Are you mean? I try not to be but I can be.

122. Is cheating ever okay? No.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? I don't have white shoes.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes.

125. Do you believe in true love? Yes.

126. Are you currently bored? Not really.

127. What makes you happy? Bae.

128. Would you change your name? Absolutely.

129. What your zodiac sign? Rat.

130. Do you like subway? No.

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Uh, lol.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? I've answered this in the same ask thing. You need to screen these so there's no repeats. Shit gets old.

133. Favourite lyrics right now? None.

134. Can you count to one million? Why?

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? Been a few of those.

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed hopefully!

137. How tall are you? Smol.

138. Curly or Straight hair? Me? Wavey.

139. Brunette or Blonde? Me? Brunette.

140. Summer or Winter? Autumn.

141. Night or Day? Night.

142. Favourite month? Autumn or mid spring.

143. Are you a vegetarian? No. Meat is too tasty.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Dark cocolate.

145. Tea or Coffee? Yes.

146. Was today a good day? Meh.

147. Mars or Snickers? Snickers.

148. What’s your favourite quote? "Never try, never fail."

149. Do you believe in ghosts? Sorta.

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? "That creep."

#ask request

[giny-weasley]

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Probably my friend Lauren 2. Are you outgoing or shy? Outgoing 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? Nathan 4. Are you easy to get along with? Yes, without a doubt 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? If they were around, yes. 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Kind people that I see the world in, even if they don’t see it themselves 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? No clue. And I’m really trying not to be hopeful. 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? A disastrous mix of my current crush and two of my exes 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? More than I wish it did 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Lauren, as always 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? ‘Love you too’  12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? If the World was Ending, Changes, Holding Hands, Matches, Into You 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Not at all 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Yes but I also believe in karma.  15. What good thing happened this summer? I took the space I needed 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Hopefully not, but I don’t trust my heart, my mind, my body, or alcohol. 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Most certainly 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Most definitely. I’m on speaking terms with all my major crushes and exes, is this not a normal thing? 19. Do you like bubble baths? On occasion  20. Do you like your neighbors? No comment 21. What are your bad habits? Picking my face, doesn’t help with the body positivity at all 22. Where would you like to travel? Everywhere I haven’t been and everywhere I have. 23. Do you have trust issues? I don’t think so.  24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Texting my friends 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? Chin or stomach 26. What do you do when you wake up? Make tea and start on work 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Usually not, but sometimes darker 28. Who are you most comfortable around? The people I love the most and often can’t tell them why 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Well only one evenly partly broke up with me, but yes. Of course. 30. Do you ever want to get married? I don’t have an opinion atm. 31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Megan Fox 33. Spell your name with your chin. xkdffz 34. Do you play sports? What sports? volleyball I guess 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? easy, without tv 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? a hundred times, yes 37. What do you say during awkward silences? meow 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? sweet, open about emotions, balances my happiness with their own 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? target and Ikea 40. What do you want to do after high school? college? 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? yes 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? something is on my mind and I want someone to ask me about it 43. Do you smile at strangers? sometimes 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? outer space 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? tea and sun and hope 46. What are you paranoid about? hurting the people I love 47. Have you ever been high? yes 48. Have you ever been drunk? yes 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? nothing I want NO ONE to know 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? forest green 51. Ever wished you were someone else? of course, I'm a woman 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? my FOMO 53. Favourite makeup brand? Laura mercier 54. Favourite store?  55. Favourite blog? Lucy Moon 56. Favourite colour? red 57. Favourite food? lamb vindaloo 58. Last thing you ate? ice cream 59. First thing you ate this morning? eggs and avocado 60. Ever won a competition? For what? soccer I guess 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? no 62. Been arrested? For what? no 63. Ever been in love? unfortunately 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? sat outside on a red bench before class, a short kiss, but an exhilarating one 65. Are you hungry right now? no 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? both 67. Facebook or Twitter? facebook 68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr 69. Are you watching tv right now? no 70. Names of your bestfriends? Lauren, Anna, Vivian, Claire  71. Craving something? What? yes, people 72. What colour are your towels? mostly white 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? two 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? not anymore 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? I know, one. 75. Favourite animal? sea otters, they wrap their tails togethers so they don’t drift away while they sleep 76. What colour is your underwear? blue 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? vanilla 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? anything with caramel 79. What colour shirt are you wearing? grey 80. What colour pants? cheetah print 81. Favourite tv show? psych 82. Favourite movie? life of Walter Mitty 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? there’s a 2? 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? mean girls 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? emo girl 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? dory 87. First person you talked to today? Amy  88. Last person you talked to today? Amy 89. Name a person you hate? no one 90. Name a person you love? my brother 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? not particularly 92. In a fight with someone? not as far as I know 93. How many sweatpants do you have? one 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? two 95. Last movie you watched? inception, great movie 96. Favourite actress? carrie fisher 97. Favourite actor? Robert downey jr. 98. Do you tan a lot? no 99. Have any pets? cato 100. How are you feeling? okay 101. Do you type fast? yes 102. Do you regret anything from your past? nothing completely  103. Can you spell well? yes, spelling bee champ 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? of course 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? yep 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? yep 107. Have you ever been on a horse? yeah 108. What should you be doing? sleeping 109. Is something irritating you right now? not really 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? most definitely, like an emptiness in your stomach, like a train running over your head, like a hammer to the heart 111. Do you have trust issues? only when it comes to trusting myself 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? probably my friend Claire, though I don’t think she knows this 113. What was your childhood nickname? se-se, bc my brother couldn’t pronounce my name 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? yes 115. Do you play the Wii? a long time ago 116. Are you listening to music right now? of course  117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? not against it 118. Do you like Chinese food? definitely 119. Favourite book? book thief 120. Are you afraid of the dark? no 121. Are you mean? not usually 122. Is cheating ever okay? the short answer is no 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? definitely not 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? no 125. Do you believe in true love? depends on your definition 126. Are you currently bored? slightly 127. What makes you happy? friends and coffee and being productive and helping people 128. Would you change your name? yes 129. What your zodiac sign? pisces 130. Do you like subway? no 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? probably date them for a bit before dumping them in a horrible breakup, as per my track record 132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Lauren 133. Favourite lyrics right now? ‘all my friends are way too drunk to save me from my phone, so im sorry if I say something I mean’ 134. Can you count to one million? yes 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? can’t remember 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? closed 137. How tall are you? 5, 8 138. Curly or Straight hair? wavy? 139. Brunette or Blonde? brunette 140. Summer or Winter? summer 141. Night or Day? night 142. Favourite month? august 143. Are you a vegetarian? no 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? darkkkkk 145. Tea or Coffee? coffee 146. Was today a good day? yes 147. Mars or Snickers? snickers 148. What’s your favourite quote? ‘everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about. be kind. always’ 149. Do you believe in ghosts? yes 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? book too farrrr

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