#'dating' me to make someone else jealous. so they could have a drug buddie. a fuck buddie. so they could try to manipulate me into things

[luvsavos]

random vent(?) in the tags, feel free to ignore i just have a lot of pent up emotions to get out today apparently

#mar.txt #it's weird being aro(?) and yet also longing for a relationship. maybe its just bc almost all of my friends are in one #maybe it's bc of how easily jealous i get #maybe its the fact that i'm constantly being reminded that i am nobody's most important person. there's always someone more important. #maybe it's just the all-consuming，gaping hole of loneliness within me #idk. #i don't even know if i AM actually aro or if i'm just so demi that i may as well be aro or if ive just had so many bad experiences that it #feels impossible for me to feel romantic attraction #a few of my ocs (shara and the alatreon) are how i think i'd describe myself; aro，but willing to be in a relationship provided the other #person isn't bothered by them being aro，bc they have their own equivalent to romantic feelings #i know i'll never have one though. for all my confidence and whatnot i still very much am insecure about my own loveability. because the #only thing life has shown me is that i very much am not loveable. all the way back in first grade ppl were already using me instead of #actually caring #'dating' me to make someone else jealous. so they could have a drug buddie. a fuck buddie. so they could try to manipulate me into things #because i was a young teenager desperate for validation and to feel like i mattered and belonged and they were nearly adults who knew they #could exploit that. i'm surprised i never had anything happen to me beyond being pressured into trying chew tobacco (awful and disgusting) #and doing it every time i was around my 'boyfriend' and his friends #the only two genuine relationships i had didn't last either; one lost feelings after three years and the other just sorta stopped talking to #me and iirc eventually picked up a boyfriend that was actually local instead of long distance #i am not worthy of love. i will never be loved in the way that my friends are. hell i won't ever even find a qpp(?). and that makes me sad. #to know i will always be alone. that i'm destined to die alone. but it is what it is i guess. i just wish it didn't bother me so much. #i wish i could be content in my loneliness and not be jealous of everyone around me. i wish i could accept that i will never be anybody's #most important person. that the only person i can or will ever be the most important to is myself. self love，yeah? ha. #maybe 2024 will have something in store for me. god i hope it does. but i doubt it will. more of my friends will get into relationships， #those already in them will stay in them and/or take a step forward in their relationship. and i will remain alone. just as i always have. #anyways. sorry vent over i'm just. ugh. upset today. emotions are stupid and i want a refund on them. i did not ask to be saddled with the #burden of feeling such intense，suffocating displacement and loneliness. i did not ask to feel these negative emotions so strongly. #i just want to be someone's most important person. i just want to matter.

[buckysflannelpajamas]

Bleeding Hearts

Summary: Being Tony Starks daughter has its pros and cons. One of the pros being you get to live with your best friends, the Avengers. One of the cons you will soon find out is having to deal with the one and only, James Buchanan Barnes...

Takes place during the imaginary time after Civil War where everyone love in the tower and goes through to Endgame.

Trigger warning: Talks of depression/depressing thoughts

Chapter 5

2nd person POV

Fading. That's how you describe the feeling when you start to stoop into a depressive episode. You can feel your emotions fading to numbness, and eventually an all encompassing emotional down. Each avenger has their own way of trying to help you through it. Honestly you want to be left alone for the most part, alone to dwell in the sadness you think you deserve. It was harder when you first decided to move back into the tower after living on your own when you had been released from the hospital. In the beginning, you couldn't even get a moment alone. But eventually everyone got into a pattern of how they help you deal with your depression.

Wanda and Vision make you baked goods. Mainly strawberry cupcakes. Wanda comes to deliver them to your room every morning, and subtly implies she will be going shopping later and hinting at you coming. It worked a total of one time. But after having a mental breakdown in the Gucci dressing room you realized it probably wasn’t best for you to be in public when you feel this way.

Steve and your dad are always the most worried. They check on you multiple times a day. Steve also draws you caricatures of avengers and writes something funny underneath them. This is the closest Steve has ever gotten to understanding memes. Tony on the other hand tries to lure you out of your funk by bribing you with a trip to your favorite Korean food restaurant in South Korea via his private jet.

Pepper sends you flowers. The two of you aren’t close and aren't overly fond of eachother. You assume she mainly sends the flowers to please Tony.

Peter constantly sends you memes throughout the day, which you mostly ignore.

No one knows where Thor and Bruce are so it’s safe to say they don't know when you’re suffering, and no one wants to call Clint just to inform him you’re sad again.

Uncle Rhodey usually finds out because Tony needs to vent to someone about his worries. What he does for you by far one of the coolest things. He has a military buddy of his hack into the computers of major entertainment companies so you can see blockbuster movies before they are released.

Natasha, who is sort of a mother figure to you though the two of you would never admit it, comes to you late at night when your insomnia kicks in. Neither of you speak, she simply sits down on your bed beside you and braids your hair while the TV show ‘how it’s made’ plays softly in the background. The two activities always help you to sleep. And on the nights you can’t stop crying, she’ll lie there with you, rubbing your back like a mother calming her child until her tears stop.

Finally, Sam comes in the moment you need it most, right when you are so tired and drained that you’re ready to open up about how you're feeling.

It’s day 3 of your depression and you have just reached that point. Somehow, Sam always knows when you’re ready.

You’re sitting up in bed, bundled up in an exuberant amount of blankets and staring blankly at the wall in front of you. Your mind drifts through a series of depressing thoughts.

Pathetic.

Worthless.

Burden.

These are the words that are most consistently in your mind.

For a moment you consider no longer taking your meds. Sometimes it feels as though they don't work anyway.

That’s when you hear the knock outside your living room door.

“Friday, tell Sam he can come on in.” You mumble to the disembodied AI, your voice raw from all the crying you’ve been doing.

“Of course, miss.” Even Friday sounds saddened by your less than pleasant mental state.

You don’t bother to wipe your tears away, you would be crying soon again anyway.

You hear Sam make his way through your front door, passing through the living area and opening the door to your room.

You notice Sam holding a steaming plate of eggs, sausage, and hash browns in one hand. He must have found out from Friday that all you’ve really eaten this week is Wanda and Visions strawberry cupcakes.

“I would have brought some OJ too but then I wouldn’t have been able to open the door.” Sam jokes. He takes a quick glance around your room, trying to gauge how bad the episode is. Used tissues cover the floor by the right side of the bed. Worn pajamas are strewn around on the floor and the pile of clothes you leave on your chair hasn’t been cleaned up. You usually clean it once a week. Not to mention your greasy hair makes it obvious that you haven’t showered in a few days.

“Pretty bad, huh?” Sam asks.

“Yeah.” You answer honestly. You don’t need to bullshit with Sam.

He takes a seat by you on the bed, placing the food in front of you. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, but-“

“But you feel like you deserve the pain?”

“You know that.” You sigh.

“Tell me why.”

“You know why too.”

Sam pushes a fork in your hand. “I’m trusting you with this.” He jokes, earning an actual laugh from you before moving on. “I have a general idea, but I don’t like to make assumptions.”

You poke at the eggs with your fork. “I-“ it’s hard to speak. You know at any moment you’re going to break out sobbing. “I feel so weak.” You choke out. “I put the whole team at risk by being naive enough to think a guy wouldn’t try drugging my drink at a crowded party. Even if it is my house.”

Sam doesn't speak yet. He always waits for you to let it all out.

“How could I be so fucking stupid?!” You sob. “I was selfish. Why do you all even keep me around? I’m a liability and a burden to the team. I hate that about myself and I hate that I’m so weak! I hate that no matter how hard I train, I’ll never be strong like any of you! And I know that that’s also selfish because you all went through so much pain to be what you are, but I can’t help but feel insignificant. I’m just some dumb fucking artist that sits around all day doddling while you all are actually doing something meaningfull in the world!” There it is. The root of what triggered your episode. It’s not just about Authur. It's about the fact that you can’t protect yourself. It’s the constant feeling of insignificance that lingers in the back of your mind.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it gently. “First of all, you’re not just some dumb fucking artist.” He quotes you. “You are a world renowned artist and you should be proud of it. More importantly, you are not insignificant or a burden. Ok? If we didn’t want you around, you wouldn’t be here. We all love you and want you to be here with us. You’re part of our family. You might not be on the front lines, but you do more for the world than you know.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah I doubt that.”

“I mean it.” Sam Insists. “You said so yourself that you know how much pain we’ve been through. How do you think the avengers would keep it together without their own little therapist.” He laughs lightly.

You furrow your brows. “Um, Sam, I’m not a therapist. I can barely keep myself together.”

“You might not be licensed but you are always there for us. Getting us to talk through our thoughts and feelings. Giving us advice and helping us come to a resolution.”

“That’s what friends are for.” You shrug.

“Yeah well friends don’t usually have to deal with their other friends' war trauma and helping them deal with finding out their best friend they thought was dead is actually alive and actively trying to kill them.”

You stay silent for a moment. “I guess that’s true.”

Sam pats you lightly on the back. “You keep the avengers sane so that we can help the world. Which is just as important.”

Finally, you take a bite of your eggs. “I disagree that it’s just important but I know that argument won’t go anywhere, so I’ll just accept it.”

“I know that this conversation won’t solve all of life's problems, but maybe it helped you feel good enough to to get up out of bed? Maybe get up and take a shower? No offense, but you don’t exactly smell like daisies.” He laughs.

You shove Sam in the arm. “Hey! You should take a whiff of yourself after you come back from a mission.”

“Touché.” Sam pauses, noticing something on your bedside table.

“Sour gummy worms? That’s not part of your usual routine…” Sam trails of, reaching over you to grab the box of candy before you have a chance to stop him.

“Wait-”

It's too late, he sees the note written in scribbly cursive on the piece of paper attached to the back of the box.

“Who’s this from?” He asks curiously, hoping from your bed and moving around as you chase him down, frantically trying to remove the letter from his grasp.

“Sam stop!”

“Dear y/n,” Sam starts to read aloud. “I don’t pity you. I relate to you. When I said I’m sorry I meant it.”

You jump, reaching for the letter but Sam moves it high above his head.

He continues to read. “I meant to tell you sorry before the party. I only blew up at the hospital because I was mad at myself for letting someone on the team get hurt. I shouldn’t have been such an asshole to you. I know it’s a lousy excuse but I was just jealous of your happiness. If you give me the chance, I’d like to make it up to you. I heard you like Star Wars. I haven’t seen the movies… maybe we can watch them sometime? Sincerely, James Buchanan Barnes.”

Sam looks at you with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. “You two got a movie date?”

You finally snatch the candy and letter from his hand. “See this is why I didn’t want you to read it! I knew you would take it that way.” You pout.

“How else am I supposed to take it?” Sam laughs.

“Like a guy with a guilty conscience is trying to be nice to the sad girl.” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“You can be so blind to some things.” He shakes his head.

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

Sam takes a seat back down at the end of your bed. “Everyone living in the tower can tell he has the hots for you.” He pauses in thought. “Expect for Tony. Barnes would be as good as dead if he knew.”

“You’ve been talking to Nat and Wanda, haven’t you?”

“And Steve and Vision.” He grins. “We have a whole group text dedicated to the conversation.”

“Great.” You groan, rubbing your temples as you take a seat by Sam on the bed.

“Look, you don’t have to believe me. But you should at least give him a chance to make it up to you. I’m not Barnes biggest fan, but he’s really not a bad guy.”

You open your mouth to protest, but Sam interrupts you.

“Just think about it, ok?” Sam gets up from your bed, making his way to the door. “And take a shower in the meantime! You stink little sister!”

You grab a pillow and throw it at him, the pillow only managing to hit the door as he closes it.

“And eat some food too!”

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #sam wilson #bucky barnes x stark!reader #bucky barnes x reader

[benka79]

Saying 'I Love You' never felt so good

McDanno meta. Season 4 meta.

Okay, I'm here again because I couldn't put these thoughts in my previous meta!

You can find my previous meta here.

I need to scream about the foreshadow and subtext of the Beautiful first, real, I Love You in the show, episode 4x18.

Let's start

After choosing you

Okay, I said in my previous meta Danny chooses Steve and Grace instead Gaby.

But, before that happens, we had a conversation between Steve and Danny at the beginning of the season 4.

Remember when they were hostages of terrorist that belonged to a drugs cartel in the Palace? There was a wounded person and Steve was kneeling by his side, and Danny came and said he was about to say the three words to Gaby? Remember Steve's reaction to that?

I had to ask for help to my friend @mrsaquaman187 , I don't have the gifs but I do remember when Danny started saying it, Steve closed his eyes and scratched his left eyebrow.

This is sign of uncomfortable, and nervousness.

Why he reacted like that? Oh well, just because he knows Danny said 'I love you' to him in their first date, and then he began to date Gaby, so... That wasn't serious for sure, and he thinks he is gonna do the same to her. So... Steve gave an advice, he said Danny needed to know well if he was about to say those words, because is a big deal.

We know Danny didn't say it to Gaby, but to someone else...

Then we have Amber... But she is not the one

Okay, pay attention to this... Because the episode in which Amber appears, starts with this scene...

Gif credit @wildandwild

Grace says this after Danno confess she's the number one in his list.

And look at what she says, NUMBER TWO ISN'T EVEN CLOSE.

Because when Danny meets Amber, Amber says they're neighbors, because Danny is from Jersey and she's from New York.

So, the second one in Danny's list IS NOT CLOSE TO DANNY. Is not Amber. (Even if I love her, because she's badass and fabulous).

The writers made it wilders, because we will have Steve talking to Grover, saying Danny is IN THE NORTH COAST, WHICH MEANS, HE IS NOT CLOSE TO HIM, DANNY IS FAR AWAY FROM STEVE, AND VICEVERSA, SO, STEVE IS SETTLED HERE AS DANNY SECOND IMPORTANT PERSON IN HIS LIST.

Then we have Danny doubting if he should give this cute woman a chance, because, okay, he's not getting enough attention from his Seal and Gaby is gone. He decides to give it a shot.

Jealousy and Acceptance

Okay, what I'm about to say here is very sad.

When Danny arrives to Steve's house, he asked for Amber, and Danny had this sad expression in his face, but then Steve said Danny was perked up, and Danny mocks saying he doesn't perk up. And there's this exchange of looks, and Danny is smiling, but he's hiding what he is feeling right now. And then... This... (Thanks Trisha)

The following gif set credit belongs to @peggyswilliams

Fine, we have Danny naming situations, these situations are the same that brought Danny and Steve to work together and then to become great partners and best friend's, so, the face is screaming jealousy, but also, sadness. Because Danny is saying here YOU ARE SO KIND WITH YOUR NEW FRIEND, PEOPLE WILL THINK YOU TWO LIKE EACH OTHE.

And this, my friends, is huge!!!!

Danny is recriminating Steve about the way he treated him when they first met, and they way they flirted, and all those golden days full of dates and silliness, PEOPLE THOUGHT WE LIKED EACH OTHER. So, he is saying YOU CONFUSED ME, I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING THERE. And his face is full of sadness and longing.

Danny sees Steve being kind with Grover, and getting close to him, and he is Jealous, and he knows Steve is like this with everyone.

But this one, Danny is sad, and jealous, and disappointed, he is mourning that time when they were something else than friends.

Then Steve's tunes around and Danny face is pure longing. Is amazing, the performance is perfect, and you can read it all over his face and his eyes. His longing for Steve. For those days in which people thought they liked each other.

The I love you, and how Danny perked up after that

Episode 4x19 in which Danny and Steve were trapped when that building crashed, it was very pivotal in the show.

First of all, because Steve attention was again focused on Danny.

Steve thought Danny had died, so when he hears his voice, he runs to him, and holds his hand, with the biggest smile, showing his happiness and relief.

Steve was practically taking care of him, offering him water and trying to take care of the wound. In the middle of the horrible situation, they were bonding again.

Then... When Steve was about to explode that bomb to get them out from there, Danny tried to deliver a message to him, thinking that could be their last hours. But he couldn't, so he said it like a joke, because joking I their defense mechanism to say how they really feel for each other, is their safe place.

So this happened... Danny says, playing around, that he hates Steve, and Steve got the message, he turns around to the bomb, and says I LOVE YOU TOO, BUDDY.

His body language here was showing honesty, but at the same time, he said it natural.

But for Danny, it meant A LOT. Because Steve said before YOU SHOULD BE SURE TO SAY IT, BECAUSE IT CAN'T BE UNSAID.

And this scene showed us it meant more to Danny that to Steve in that moment.

The following gif set belongs to @flipse

Danny looks away, rants, makes circles about the idea he wants to express, because he feels embarrassed. But Steve, Steve is trying to recall what is Danny talking about.

Steve waits... "Come one, you are gonna make me say it?" Steve keeps waiting for him, because he already recalled what Danny is talking about.

The it comes, "I lOVE YOU."

In this moment of the season, it meant a lot to Danny, more than it meant to Steve, because Danny is the one pining for him. Steve is focused on Cath and his problems.

This entire Sun and Moon story will keep going until something huge will happen: THE LIVER TRANSPLANT.

There's a huge change attitude in Danny after 4x19, in 4x20 Danny mocks Steve (with a wink to the mcdanno shipper in their anniversary) but he mocks him about Cath, saying she wants to be away from him. Steve remains speechless for a moment, this is the old Danny there, the Danny that just perked up after a love confession, and is happy, and when Danny is happy, he flirts and plays around with Steve. After this Danny describes Steve like a black cloud that never goes away. Again using the joke to express how he feels about Steve. Their girlfriends are far away from them, but Steve is always there, by his side. Is like if Danny were saying "YOU DON'T WANT TO BE AWAY FROM ME", pointing at the previous joke he made about Cath and Steve.

Then, the I Love You comes again, freely, and comfortable.

There's another HUGE example of Danny playing around with Steve, this time trying to make him jealous, and enjoying his face with please, when he decides to bet for Lou, instead Steve.

Please go check this gifset here.

Look how Danny is deliberately trying to make Steve jealous, and he has immediately success on that.

And this face here...

Gif credit @indiguus

It says everything, Danny is so happy they're back in the game, he is enjoying Steve reaction with such a heart eyes on his boy. He loves him, deeply, and he enjoys to play around with him like this. Is definitely an attitude a lover would take just to watch a pretty mad/jealous face.

Infinitely priceless.

The season ends with Steve saying I LOVE YOU, with romantic meaning to Catherine, pointing us the love triangle, and the current unrequited love in wich Danny is pining for Steve, but at this moment, he is in order be with Catherine.

This was the I LOVE YOU season. Check this post from @five-wow , they also picked up the same analogy to show how important these three words were in season 4.

To Conclude:

Season 4 was the one in which Danny was planning ning for Steve, he even chooses him and Grace instead Gaby. He finds a new love interest, but he doubts I'm initiate something with her at first, because his feelings for Steve, which are unrequited in this season.

The story of the Sun and the Moon, two lovers separated by the day and the night, will end at the end of season 6, when Steve and Danny lives will connect again into a deeper meaning.

Hope you like my rants. See you in the next ones!

If you want to be tagged on these McDanno thoughts, just let me know.

Buenos Aires, October 17th 2020, 6:39 PM

#mcdanno #mcdanno meta #season 4 meta #h50 #h50 meta

[justsmilestuffhappens]

Day 2 (11th of February) - “That might just be the least romantic thing you’ve ever said to me” @buddietinesweek

Love sick

Buck was waiting on his doctor to come back with his results. She'd said his throat looked irritated then took a swab.

He wasn't feeling too hot. Or, well that wasn't the right way of putting it. He felt like his skin was on fire to top off his throat hurting.

"Mr. Buckley." She pulled him out of his phone where he was watching short videos while he was alone to try cheering himself up.

"Just Buck is fine." Buck forced a smile once he finished coughing.

"Well, your results came back as streptococcal pharyngitis. Strep throat. That's what's causing your fever. We'll get you on some oral antibiotics." At buck's gulping which made him wince she continued.

 "I'd advise you need to avoid others for a few weeks at the least. You can come back in a week or so for a checkup though. I'm sure you already know not to share any fluids with others." At buck's nod she went on.

 "Be sure to keep as clean as you can as it can be passed on easily to those around you through sneezing and coughing. The nurse at the front desk can take your insurance and set up where you want your prescription to go before you leave. You didn't have any questions sir?"

"But Valentine's in less than a week." Buck groaned.

"I'm sure you're partner would like to stay healthy and you wouldn't want to pass it on to people you love." She said.

"Yeah, yeah. I don't have to like it." Buck huffed as he got up to go.

This was just great. His first Valentine's day with Eddie since last year when they got together after it had already passed. Buck couldn't catch a break. But he'd be damned if he let himself infect Christopher and Eddie with this. He felt miserable and he wouldn’t wish this on anyone.

His trip out towards his jeep and eventually to the store for cleaning supplies and comfort food while waiting for his drugs was a blur. Buck's pretty sure he could double for a zombie with how he looked but made sure to keep to himself avoiding a cart for his arms and hands. His cough drops were helping too.

Soon he was on his way home to spread the news. Casa de Buckley was off limits till further notice. He took his first dose with food and sent out the mass text. Bobby would have to coordinate things till Buck was 100% again.

Buck decided to call Eddie instead though to both be more personal with his boyfriend and hear his comforting voice.

"Hey Buck, how are you babe?" He heard that smile.

"I'm sweating because my brains melting, and my throat feels like a bee stung my insides, but all i can think about is not being able to kiss you or see Christopher,"

"Wait. You're sick? But I just saw you yesterday”

"Yeah."

"I'm coming over."

"No! Eddie I'm not getting you sick with my dick or yours for that matter no matter how hot and sweet you are fever delusions or not and that's final. I'll barricade my door if I have to. Don't test me man. Please," Buck started coughing only to sigh.

“That might just be both the most and least romantic thing you’ve ever said to me”

"Just keep talking. I like the sound of your voice Eds. And I might owe you a rain check for valentine's,"

"Ok. But you're more important than some holiday. Do you wanna talk to Christopher too?"

"Sure. I gotta explain why movie nights cancelled. Let me drink something, "

"It was game night. I'll get him."

"Right. I'm sick cut me a break" buck laughed.

"Hi buck." Christopher's voice brought a smile to his face.

"Hey buddy." Buck replied.

"Are you ok?"

"No buddy I'm sick. But I'll be better in maybe over a week. The doctor got me medicine to help but hearing you guys is good too." Buck said.

Christopher told him about his day after Eddie got home along with Eddie saying what they'd gotten up to at work. Buck replied when he could until he was snoring.

"Daddy, i think buck fell asleep." Christopher whispered.

"Yeah. Say good night."

Christopher did then handed back the phone.

Eddie went to his room. He'd put Christopher to sleep in another half hour. He left the call connected even if someone else might find it odd. Buck was his boyfriend so he could do that right?

He'd fall asleep to the sound of Buck once he put Christopher to bed a few minutes later.

-

It'd been a few days. Well four to be exact.

Eddie had wormed his way inside despite buck's protests. They didn't kiss and barely held hands as they watched a movie while buck's soup cooked.

"I can't figure out how I got sick still" buck said as Eddie brought him a bowl.

"It could have been the smallest thing. Don't worry about it. Just get better and if you're not okay by valentine's then we'll do something else later." Eddie turned off the TV.

"What?" Buck blew his spoon away from Eddie.

"I'm gonna go. Finish your soup then take a nap Buck. Love you." Eddie moved to kiss Buck on reflex.

Buck tucked his head as Eddie's lips met his hairline and forehead near his birthmark.

"Oh. Sorry. I guess I forgot,”

"You're not getting sick. I love you too much for that." Buck smiled as Eddie left.

-

It was valentine's day. Outside of Maddie and Chimney coming over to check up on him his place was still quarantined.

Buck sat alone in his apartment as his favorite show was ending.

Eddie hadn't said much about today during their nightly check ins with Christopher too.

The door opened to Eddie bringing in a pizza.

"Eddie-"

"I know, no kissing or sex,I'm not a caveman Buck."

Buck snickered.

"Stop laughing." Eddie said lightly as he got them drinks.

"You've gotta admit you walked into that one even if your are pretty good at it mister punchy."

They had space between them as Buck found a romcom to watch.

Half way through Buck turned it off as the guy was way too creepy even if he was hot.

Eddie switched the TV over as Buck asked. "So Christopher okay?"

"He misses you, same as me. He's with my Tia tonight and his cousin."

"Wait. What are you doing? You can’t sleep over Eddie even if I feel a little better.”

"Relax it’s just for the surprise part of our date night. I had to go to two stores for this and it wasn't even the version I wanted."

Buck watched as a Sims game booted up on his console.

"Okay?" He still didn't get it.

"At least one version of me can kiss you tonight. Come on, we're gonna make you first. Think this game says they even got supernatural stuff in it too." Eddie started on the character creation.

Buck found it entirely hilarious but also incredibly thoughtful. With Eddie's character finished and them looking for passable doppelgangers they began the game.

They kissed as a fire started in the kitchen only for the fire department to show up and save them.

Eddie had them get in the hot tub as music was playing. It was nice until their random visiting neighbor died summoning death.

"Okay this is just weird now." Buck said as he flirted with the grim reaper making Eddie jealous.

"How could you cheat on me with death?" Eddie asked incredulously.

"I just did it. Relax it’s not like I really like them. Oh." Buck watched his avatar hug death.

"I'm a werewolf?!" Eddie asked as the moon rose transforming him.

"Dude. Death just proposed to me and I turned them down for you. Wait, now I'm a zombie?"

Eddie turned off the game after that.

"Okay. Maybe that wasn't a good idea."

"No. It was great. I haven't laughed like that all week. Real me would never cheat on you, you're it for me." Buck leaned in absentmindedly as Eddie smiled before remembering and leaning away.

"Want another slice?" Eddie got up.

"Yeah. I can't have you in me so I guess I'll just have to settle for that." Buck joked startling Eddie to drop his plate into the sink.

"Buck you can't just say that.I’m only human, it’s hard not jumping your bones babe. But I'm glad you're feeling better." Eddie said while taking the second controller and moving it before sitting back down.

"The second I'm cleared of the zombie virus I'm gonna be all over you." Buck said devouring his food with fervor.

"I look forward to it. But until then this is a good date because I'm spending it with you." Eddie said drinking his lime soda before enjoying another slice.

"I owe Christopher hugs and kisses too so he's first then I'm all yours." Buck winked.

"All mine you say, hmm. I like the sound of that. The things we could do." Eddie raised his eyebrow.

"Just keep that thought for a few more days and hope my doctor tells me I'm all good." Buck grinned.

"You're more than good." Eddie said.

"You know what I meant."

"Yeah. But it's still true."

They were back to it now watching an action movie.

Eddie was glad Buck didn't look so down anymore. He'd wait a lifetime for buck, he was worth it.

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[palettes-and-prompts]

hello! if you want to and if you have time can you do some prompts (dialogue mostly, please) for a couple that's not officially a couple yet but almost there, when suddenly a childhood friend appears. thank you! ❤️

No problem!

Dialogue Prompts

1) “We could go out tomorrow if you want.” “I would, but Person A just got back and I haven’t seen them in forever.” “That’s fine, we’ll hang out another time.”

2) “I think your old friend has a crush on you.” “Person A? No way, it’s not like that with us.”

3) “We’re just friends.” “I think Person A wants to be more than just your friend.”

4) “I get the feeling your old friend doesn’t like me.” “They just don’t know you, that’s all.”

5) “You’ve been hanging out with Person A a lot lately, which is good, I know you haven’t seen them in forever. But I don’t know, I guess I was just hoping after what I said that day we’d go on a first date.”

6) “I’ve been Person A’s best friend since we were babies. You barely know them. Don’t you think they deserve someone who’s loved them their whole life?”

7) “Do you have a problem with me or something, ever since you got here you just keep giving me these odd looks. Did I say something or do something to offend you?”

8) “I’m not asking you to choose between us, I’d never ask you to do that. I’m just asking you to not get my hopes up if you’re into your friend.”

9) “I get that you don’t like me but I’m in love with Person A, and have been for a while. We’ve bonded over the past couple years and we’re close to being in a relationship. I’m not asking you to like me, I’m just asking you to tolerate me for Person A.”

10) “Person A’s my friend.” “But you wanna be more, that’s why you hang around them, right? Well, you might as well leave because I’ll be dating them soon.”

11) “What were you going to ask me that day before I saw Person A again?” “I...Nothing. I can’t remember.”

12) “Look at A over there talking to B. Being all good looking and laughing like they’re in some prescription drug commercial. I hate them.”

13) “So, you didn’t tell A how you felt?” “Are you kidding? After that fucking Ken/Barbie doll walked up to us announcing they were back and being all nice to me saying they were happy to be back again? No. I didn’t tell them.”

14) “God, you should have seen the way A lit up when B walked in more perfect than they were before. It’s like competing with a fucking angel.”

15) “And what, you think A’s going to fall in love with them now over you?” “Obviously! Do you think I can compete with someone God personally came down from the heavens to bless with perfect genes? I don’t think so.” “So what are you gonna do?”

16) “A can’t compete with you. Sure they’re nicer and smarter and better looking and rich and-” “You’re not helping.” “Sure they have /those/ things. But you’ve spent all this time with B. A’s been gone. You’re the one who knows B the best!” 

17) “They called A. Their car broke down and even though A’s only been back for a week B called A to come get them. I lost my chance. Scratch that. I didn’t have a chance.” 

18) “You’re being dramatic.” “Oh yeah? Well, have you ever almost dated someone but then their childhood best friend slash crush showed up out of nowhere all hotter than you to take your place?” “Well, no, but-” “Then do not tell me I am being dramatic!”

19) “Maybe I should kill them.” “Maybe you should sleep on that and then decide in the morning.” “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll do that.”

20) “Do you wanna talk about A coming back?” “No.” “Okay, well, you’ve just been on your computer for twelve straight hours so I figured maybe I should talk to you...what are you doing?” “Seeing if there are any assassins on craigslist.” “You can’t kill A. But also, are there any assassins on craigslist?”

21) “Hey, buddy, how you feeling? I see you’re on your fifth bag of doritos...you good?” “No.” “I was afraid you’d say that. Wanna order some pizza and watch a  movie?”

22) “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” “Because the freezer is full of garlic bread and you stress eat garlic bread when you’re not okay.” “Okay, yeah, I’m not okay.”

23) “Wanna talk about your problems?” “Not with you.” “That’s fair. Wanna sing about them in a song?” “I’ll just talk to you about them.”

24) “I think I just saw A and B kissing.” “Oh shit.” “They pulled away really fast though so maybe they didn’t like it? Maybe A wasn’t into it.” “Yeah, for sure, I mean B’s like...like, um...lame! They’re lame, they’re not as cool as you.” “Okay, starting to believe you less.”

25) “They’ll never go for me now. Why go for a six when you could have a ten?” “You think you’re a six?” “Slowly beginning to think I’m not.” “You’re an eight.” “You’re just saying that.” “Yeah, I am.”

26) “A, can I talk to you?” “Yeah, but you have to make it fast, B just asked me out on a date.” “Date? But I--They just got back.” “Yeah, but no one’s asked me out in a while so I figured I’d try dating again.”

27) “Person A and I are just friends. I’m not interested in them. I’m interested in someone else.”

28) “I’ve been hanging out with person A all day and they’re fun and everything but I think I’d rather go see a movie with you.”

29) “So, what were you saying to me the other day? You said you wanted to talk to me about your feelings but then person A showed up so we didn’t talk about it. What were you talking about?” “I was just wanted to tell you about my feelings about...global warming.” “Okay, well, that’s clearly a lie. Wanna try again?” “I wanted to tell you about the feelings I have about you.” 

30) “So, the other day at the park, when A randomly showed up. When you leaned in, were you gonna kiss me?” “No. No, I wasn’t gonna kiss you or anything.” “Oh. Well, I wouldn’t have minded if you did. I would have kissed you back.” “You would’ve?” “I still would.”

Regular Prompts

1) A is about to ask B out officially in their favorite diner when B looks over A’s shoulder and sees their childhood best friend, Person C, has moved back and is staying in town. B’s ecstatic but A can tell C’s really into B. This causes A and B to stop seeing each other as much as they want because C’s always trying to hang out with them. (Bonus if C tries to ask out B in front of A.)

2) A and B have been hanging out a lot and they’re basically like a couple but neither have confessed their feeling for one another. A and B are in B’s backyard and A’s about to confess their feelings but they’re both interrupted by B’s childhood friend, Person C, who’s moved back and is going to be going to college with them.

3) A and B are seeing each other but not officially dating since neither’s made the move, kissed, or brought up their feelings. A is looking for a roommate and just as B is about to offer to move in with them, Person C shows up to fill the spot. (Bonus if C makes things hard on B because C’s in love with A.)

4) A and B have been hanging out for a while but haven’t brought up how they feel about each other because they keep getting interrupted. And just as A’s about to confess their feelings, B’s friend who’s been gone for 4 years comes back into their life. A knows about B’s crush on C and when Person C comes back hotter than they were A begins to feel insecure and inferior. Person C immediately starts taking A’s place when events come up and they feel like they’re losing B. (Bonus if C is genuinely nice and doesn’t know about A’s feelings which makes hating them even harder.)

5) A and B have been friends since middle school and have always had a connection but haven’t done anything about it. When school is over and they’re about to go to college A decides they’ll confess everything to them the first day of school. But when their moment is interrupted by B’s childhood friend, who moved  away in high school, A doesn’t go through with it. A and C have always hated each other but tolerated one another for B’s sake. And despite the childhood friends not seeing each other for years they practically revert back to being the best of friends after a ten minute conversation. C gains a lot of attention by being good looking and A feels they can’t compete with them. (Bonus if C knows about A’s feelings for B and purposely does things to make them jealous, including asking out B right in front of them.)

You said mostly dialogue so I did 30 of those and 5 regular ones. I hope these are what you’re looking for but if not just let me know!

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather: Chapter 10: First Concert

July 31st, 1985 New York

Paparazzi had been following me everywhere I go. I now had security for my protection. I just finished shooting season two of the TV series I was on. And also finished the filming of the new movie I was in as well. The premiere will be out next year. My face was all over the billboards in New York and LA for the Sports Illustrated Magazine shoot. I was rising higher and higher and my fame was growing. I haven't spoken to Nikki since March and he has not even bothered to call and apologize for the way he treated me at that night club. There Theater of Pain album was released and they started touring. They were in New York today. How I know this.... well because I talk to Vince. And were meeting up for lunch today. Me and Vince have grown closer with each other. Were able to just have casual conversations and enjoy each others company. He's going to pick me up in his limo. I have so much to tell him.

"What are you wearing?" Lisa asks looking up at me from her magazine.

I met Lisa at the Modeling event back in March we became very good friends. Tamara allowed her to come on the New York trip with me on the condition that we stayed out of trouble. She of course agreed. Tamara had her own room right next to us. So she comes in and checks somtimes.

"It's a disguise. I'm meeting up with Vince for lunch and I don't want people seeing us." I put on a base ball cap and dark shades with a trench coat.

"You look ridiculous. And I'm sure people are still going to know it's you and Vince from Motley Crue." Lisa giggled.

"Well worth a try. Alright I'll see you later ok."

"Alright have fun with your boy friend."

"He is not my boyfriend." I sneered.

We met up and drove down to a pizza pizza. We decided to just order that and than go out to find a park to sit at and talk.

"Oh my God I haven't had junk food in a long long long time" I grabbed a slice of pepperoni pizza and shoved it into my mouth.

"Ha well I eat junk all the time before I know it I will be overweight."

"No you won't you'll be fine. So what's going on with you?" I ask.

"Well I'm not really enjoying the tour. Nikki and Tommy have been dicks to me. They keep doing drugs and drinking in my face and chewing me out if I even have a drink. I'm so sick of it."

"That's really selfish of them. They should be supporting you. But at least your staying sober so thats a good thing. You have a clear mind."

"Yeah your right." Vince scoffed. "The whole album is shit. There are like two songs which are Smokin In The Boys Room and Home Sweet Home that are good. Everything else is bullshit. I don't even know how people don't see it."

"Im sorry to hear all that. How are the boys doing though?" I asked about the boys but who I mostly meant was Nikki.

"There doing ok. Mick is still crazy, Tommy is actually dating a nice girl Heather Locklear, and Nik-"

"Wait what?" I interrupted Vince.

"Yeah Tommy's dating Heather Locklear. I know its weird but honestly she really likes him."

This was shocking because Heather is a good girl like me and she's going to date a bad boy like Tommy.

"Wow this is shocking. I wouldn't have thought that she would want someone like Tommy." I stated.

"Guess you cant help who you like."

Yeah I guess you cant.

"So hows Nikki doing? You know he hasn't apologized for how he treated me at the Hollywood Palace in March."

"Well Niks uh Niks dating some girl named Nicole. She's some yuppie actress in the making." Vince says scratching his head.

I can't beleive this pig. After every thing that he has done to me he goes out and gets some other girl to be his girlfriend. He doesn't even call me to say he's sorry for what he did to me. And no im not jealous I'm just mad. Really mad.

"Oh, well good for... good for him." Is all that I could say.

"Iman remember he's not good for you. And to tell you the truth that girl Nicole is probably just Nikki's drug buddy."

"Yeah probably." I say with a low voice.

"But anyways what's new with you?"

"Well next month I'll be on the cover of Bazzars Fashion magazine. Well not just the cover the whole magazine. It will be about me. And then in September I'm walking my first runway. And it's all happening here in New York!" I screamed.

"Wow that's great Mani good for you. I would love to come."

"You just want to see the models Vince. You dont care about me at all."

"What?" Vince says with a pretend shocked voice. "I do too care about you. But I would also like to see the models." He laughs.

We finished eating and the limo dropped me back to my hotel. "Hey seeing as your still going to be here in August. We will be coming back to New York August 14 and we will be having a show at Madison Square Garden. You should come watch us. You have never seen us live. And this show is going to kick ass." He smiled.

"I'd love to Vince but Nikki- "

"Don't worry about Sixx he wont give you any trouble. I promise." Vince assured me.

"Ok, I will." I smiled.

I came up stairs and dropped my things and myself on the couch. I don't know why I agreed to go to that show. I should have said no. It will be awkward going if I had to see Nikki. But either way I will be in the audience and he will be on stage. There's no way he will see me. __________

Wednesday August 14, 1985 New York, Madison Square Garden

I put on a grey short dress with white tennis shoes and pink lip stick. I had my curled my hair to make it look fuller. I was into looking good especially because it made me feel good. Vince got two tickets for me because I told him I wanted to bring a friend. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Excited because I have never seen Motley Crue play at a concert before. And nervous because I would see Nikki. But to be honest I don't care much for him especially because he didn't apologize. We told Tamara that we were going to take a walk around town and she said it was alright.

"Do I look alright?" I looked over at Lisa who had two lines underneath her eyes like Nikki. She was a big Motley fan and a bigger Nikki fan. I never told her about the problems I had with Nikki. I wanted her to go to the show and just enjoy it without having any judgement.

"You look awesome. Alright we should get going the limo it will be here soon." I said.

We arrived at Madison Square Garden. It was complete anarchy out here. The paparazzi were going wild, the girls were half naked, and the fans were screaming out of there minds. It was total chaos. The chauffeur opened the door and security came to escort me and Lisa in.

"Is that Iman Darlington?" One reporter said. All of a sudden hundreds of reporters and paparazzi ran towards me snapping there cameras in my face as well as holding a microphone up to my face asking me several questions.

"Miss Darlington are you here for Nikki?" The reporter ask trying to shove pass security.

The security pushed the reporters back and got us in. "Oh my that was a lot." Lisa giggled.

"I know." I laughed.

We were escorted down the hall to the right side of the stage where we saw a big chubby guy with brown slick back hair standing there.

"Ah Miss Darlington right?" He held is hand out for me to shake.

"Hi yes." I shook his hand. "And you can call me Iman no need for the formalities." I smiled.

"Alright sounds good. I'm Doc Mcghee manager of Motley Crue."

"Its nice to meet you Doc. Oh this is my friend Lisa she's a model like me." I say pulling Lisa forward.

"Hi nice to meet you." She smiled.

"Alright let's get you girls to your area. I hope you ladies are coming to the after party tonight after the show?" He asked while walking us to our spots.

"Oh uh I dont know we'll see." I said.

We arrived at our spot and now it was just to wait for the show to begin. The crowd behind us were rowdy and jumping all over the place. I was very excited.

"Alright let's pose girl." Lisa brought out her camera and we posed by the stage.

Ladies and Gentlemen from Las Angeles's California, Please Welcome On Stage Motley Cruuuuuuuue!!!!

There was a loud bang and Vince came out jumping on stage with Mick and Nikki behind him. Tommy was hitting the drums with full force and the crowd was going wild. Vince started singing looks that kill.

Now listen up She's razor sharp If she don't get her way She'll slice you apart Now she's a cool, cool black She moves like a cat If you don't get her name Well you might not make it back

She's got the looks that kill, that kill She's got the looks that kill, that kill She's got the look

Me and Lisa were singing along to the song. We were having a blast. I looked at Tommy who was at the back drumming the hell out of the drums. He was honestly gifted because I tried using his drums and I really sucked. Then I turned my attention to Mick. He was spectacular with the rifts of his guitar. Hitting every note like his life depended on it. Then I looked to the front and Vince was singing and dancing around the whole stage. He was a very good hype man. He knew how to get the crowd going and keep them on there toes. And lastly Nikki, there he was jumping around the stage playing his bass. He had so much energy that I didn't even know where he got it from. But where ever it was from he was putting it to good use.

Vince came closer down to us and started singing into the mic. We smiled at him and he looked over at Lisa. I knew instantly he liked her. He sent her a wink and she started blushing. When I looked to the side I could see Nikki had come a bit closer his eyes went wide and his lips parted slightly when he saw me. His breathing even changed. I didn't know what to do when he saw me I froze a bit then looked away. Vince then moved away and went back to dancing on stage.

The show was finally over and I have to admit it was well worth coming. I was not disappointed at all.

"Oh my fucking God did you see that Vince winked at me ahhhhhhh!" She screamed. She started jumping up and down and hitting me at the same time.

"Hi ladies the boys are expecting you back stage now." The security said.

"But we didn't say we were-"

"Yes we did now let's go. Stop being a party pooper." Lisa pushed me to move through the doors leading to the hall of backstage.

We walked down the halls where we saw all the guitars and tech guys putting there stuff away. It was cool to see what happenes after the concerts behind closed doors. We arrived at a door and the security guard knocked on the door. "Yeah what?" It sounded like Tommy yelling. "Miss Darlington is here with her friend. "Oh shit really let her the fuck in!" Tommy yelled again. When we walked in my eyes went wide there were girls, booze, drugs and all the things that made a rock star a rock star. And the Motley boys were still in there stage clothes. They looked very funny.

"Iman fuck girl where have you been?" Tommy yelled running to me and picking me up.

"Woah T bone how are you?" I asked with my feet dangling in the air.

"I'm good dude shit it's been long. Look just cause you and Nikki have problems dosen't mean you should stay away." He stated.

I was alittle embarrassed when he said that, especially because I didn't tell Lisa about Nikki.

"No I've just been busy that's all T- bone. And I heard you have to with Heather Locklear?" I lifted and eyebrow.

"Fuck yeah man she's a good girl looking for a bad guy. I'll have to introduce you to her. But after the tour of course." Tommy said as he bit a beer can open and drank it from the side.

"Hey this is my friend Lisa." I said pulling her up beside me.

"Hey Lisa you love to party?" Tommy asked.

"Depends on what you got." She responded.

"Oh we got everything you need honey." Vince spoke up giving her a devilish grin. He then walked over and gave me a big hug I returned the hug. "Im glad you made it."

"I'm glad I did too the show was fun." I smiled. Then in walked Nikki with two girls on each side of him he looked at me but just walked right passed.

Rude!

"Hey kiddo long time." I turned to see Mick sitting on the chair behind Vince drinking the usual vodka.

"Hey Mick how are you doing?"

"Fucking fantastic." He said.

"So uh I'm gonna take your friend and show her around if you don't mind Mani?" Vince smiled while putting his arm around Lisa's neck.

"Uh sure just dont go too far were not staying long." I say walking over to sit beside Mick.

Tommy was still chatting it up with a bunch of groupies even though he was seeing Heather and Nikki was just making out with a bunch of girls.

"So you and Nikki got into a fight or somthing?" Mick asks looking at me. I cant beleive that Mick dosen't party like these guys. Maybe it's cause he older and more wiser.

"Somthing like that. He was aggressive towards me at the last club we went to. I think I'm just going to stay away from him for now on." I say crossing my legs and looking down.

"That's the smartest idea you can ever have. Nikki is crazy and not in a good way. He's a lost cause and needs some help."

"Well I don't know about the lost cause thing, but I agree with you on the crazy." I laughed.

I noticed that everyone, including the tech guys, the managers, and basically Motley's whole team were doing drugs. So I wasn't surprised that the boys have gotten into it. I thought it was really sad. They are a good band, but the drugs wont let them last long.

"Oh here comes your friend." Mick pointed over to Lisa and Vince walking back.

"Hey girly." She slurred. "Me and Vince had a great time." She smiled.

"I'm sure you did." I chuckled.

"Don't worry I didn't get her completely wasted this is the party before the after party. And that's gonna be big." Vince giggled.

"Uh yeah no were not going to that. This is enough." I said as a matter of fact getting off the chair.

"Oh come on Mani you'll have loads of fun trust me." Vince put his arm around my shoulder.

"Well the way Nikki is looking at me says other wise." I grabbed Vince's chin and directed him to look at Nikki. At this point, Nikki is standing up leaning on the counter with his head tilted back slightly with an unamused look on his face. His hands are in front of his stomach and he looks like he's about to knock someone out. I have to admit he looks good in his stage outfit. He's wearing a white and black outfit with a rose sticking out of the pocket. With his war paint under his eyes. Can he be any hotter.

I yelped when somone grabbed me and picked me up and threw me over they're shoulder. "Ahhh oh my God T- bone put me down!" I yelled.

"Only if you say your coming." He yelled and started swinging me around over his shoulder.

My dress started hiking up and my panties were showing. I started trying to pull them down from behind. Then every one started whistling and laughing it was embarrassing.

"T- bone put me down pl-"

"T- bone put her fucking down now!" Nikki yelled interrupting me.

The whole place went silent with Nikkis loud voice. It was like a grave yard.

"I'm sorry Sixx I was only joking around with her." Tommy said with a low voice putting me down. "Sorry Mani I was only joking."

"I know you were." I giggled. I looked over at Nikki who sat back down and started drinking his jack.

"But for reals you should come it will be fun. Plus I'm sure your friend over here." Tommy grabs Lisa. "Is dying for some fun as well." Lisa stands beside him and smiles. Then Vince comes and smiles beside them too. They looked like fools.

"Pleeeeeeeease." They all say at once.

"Fine. But the moment anything starts going wrong were leaving." I say with a serious voice.

Doc came in and told the boys they had to go back to they're hotels to change for the after party.

"Alright we can send a limo to pick you girls up at 10." T- bone said.

"Sounds great come on Mani we should go get changed too." Lisa smiled.

I looked at Nikki who was staring right back at me. I didn't know if I should walk up to him and say something. But I don't think he wants to talk to me anyways. When he came in he walked right passed me. I'll just leave it alone. "Let's go." I said to Lisa as we walked out.

This night is going to continue on to the next chapter. Hope you guys are enjoying the story.

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Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 25: Roommates

PB&J | @dmsilvisart Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1785 Main Tags and Warnings: roommate au, pining Summary: Have you ever dated someone to make someone else jealous? Dean has a very important question for Cas. Cas is oblivious and apparently Dean is an asshole.

It's All Benny's Fault | @casbeanwrites Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 7904 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, guinea pig, fluff, dean in denial Summary: Everything was fine in Dean Winchester's life, until the day his (ridiculously adorable) roommate forced him to adopt a guinea pig, and everything went to Hell.

Me Too | @isolemnlyswear-iamsuperwholocked Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2736 Main Tags and Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Roommates, Based on a Tumblr Post, Inspired By Tumblr, Miscommunication, Misconceptions, Openly Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Mentions of homophobia, Homophobic John Winchester Summary: Dean has to get a new roommate, asap. He can't deal with it anymore- the dude has no idea what personal space even is, for one. He stares at Dean all the freaking time and it's starting to make him uncomfortable. Not to mention the fact he might have a crush on the blue-eyed weirdo. Cas has to get a new roommate, asap. He can't deal with it anymore- the dude has completely no respect for his sexuality. All his friends made jokes when Cas was with them and Dean just laughs, and Dean acts way too weird around him for it to be normal. Not to mention Cas isn't ready to have another crush on someone who could never like him back.

sunday morning coming down | @reallyelegantsharkfish Rating: Mature Word Count: 2395 Main Tags and Warnings: Recreational Drug Use, Marijuana, Demisexual Castiel, Mutual Pining Summary: Smoke can do all kinds of stuff to you, maybe. Maybe make you want to touch, want to kiss. Maybe make you want to cook dinner and lay together reading and laugh together on long drives through the Hill Country, Baby’s wheels tried and true around the curves and bends.

Holiday Traditions | @suckerfordeansfreckles Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1356 Main Tags and Warnings: roommates, best friends to lovers, mentioned homophobia, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: Ever since Dean has known Cas, since they moved in together almost three years ago, Cas has dreaded the Christmas season. Every single time, it had taken him days afterwards to find his smile again. Every single time, he came home and hid in his room for as long as possible. Every single time, Dean’s heart broke a little more for him. But Cas survived the holidays again this year, and he’s done with family for the next few months. And Dean, the awesome (and totally smitten) best friend he is, decided to treat Cas today. Make December 29th 2018 the best one Cas has ever had. Starting with breakfast in bed.

Wake Up, Sweetheart | @breathingdestiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2766 Main Tags and Warnings: au, best friends to lovers Summary: Dean decides to confess his love to Cas. It doesn't go as planned.

La Vie A Plus | @thebloggerbloggerfun Rating: General Word Count: 6260 Main Tags and Warnings: Asexual Castiel, Artist!Castiel, Punk!Castiel Summary: Dean Winchester is hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with his best friend and roommate, Castiel. Castiel - with his blue hair, and his tattoos, and his artwork, and his perfect everything. Dean never stood a chance, really. It only sucks because, as far as Dean can tell, Castiel is definitely not interested. But love, much like art, has a way of being unpredictable. Even if you think you know where you're going with it.

Truth or Dare | @lemonsorbae Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1190 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, First Kiss, Fluff Summary: What else is there to do when the power has been out all day?

Perfect | @galaxystiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6712 Main Tags and Warnings: College AU, roommates, fluff, 5+1, Summary: Five times Dean told Cas they’d figure it out, and one time he didn’t need to.

Roommate Wanted | @supernatural9917fic Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23088 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Roommates, Gay Castiel, Dean thinks he's straight, Switching, Dean/Cas Big Bang Challenge 2018 Summary: Dean Winchester moved to Pontiac, Illinois six months ago when his girlfriend Carmen got a new job. Unfortunately for Dean, Carmen then left him for her boss, so he needs to find a roommate ASAP. Castiel Novak needs to move out of his brother’s house before his niece is born, and when he finds Dean’s ad on Craigslist, it seems like the perfect solution for both of them. So what if Dean is ridiculously gorgeous? Castiel can keep his crush under control. So what if Castiel is gay? Totally straight Dean isn’t at all affected by seeing him hook up with dudes. They’re just a couple of completely platonic roommates. Well… that’s what they think, anyway…

Like Home | @nickelkeep Rating: General Word Count: 4549 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mutual Pining, Cupcakes, Wedding Planning, First Kiss, Living Together, Castiel and Dean Need to Use Their Words Summary: Castiel's twin sister Hannah is getting married, and as the Man of Honor, he's been along for the Bridal Show and Wedding Planning ride. After talking about the last one with his best friend/roommate Dean, Dean suddenly wants to tag along (mostly for the free food). Can Cas handle pretending to be engaged to his best friend?

First and Only | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 35782 Main Tags and Warnings:Romance, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Non-Chronological, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Cuddling & Snuggling, Virgin Castiel, Voyeur Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Demiromantic Castiel, Switch Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Openly Bisexual Dean, Switch Dean, Homeless Dean, Thief Dean, Moving In Together, First Time, First Kiss, Ice Skating, Alcoholism, Public Displays of Affection, Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Summary: Single bachelor Dean bets he can have sex more times within a calendar year than his happily-married brother. But when Castiel – Dean’s roommate, best friend, and total virgin – asks Dean to be his First, Dean’s plan to bed numerous strangers goes up in smoke. Over the weeks, then the months, Cas becomes his go-to guy. His “fuck buddy”, if you will. But that doesn’t sound right. It doesn’t feel right. Dean was Cas’ First, but now he wants to be Cas’ Only. Now he’s gotta figure out how the heck to court a guy he’s successfully wooed a hundred times already.

The House That Wanted to Be a Garden | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32982 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Friends to Lovers, Sharing Clothes, Cuddling & Snuggling, First Kiss, First Time, Naked Cuddling, Accidentally Moving In, Home Improvement, Fairies, Magic, Believer Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Gardener Castiel, Skeptic Dean, Musician Dean, Famous Dean, Grumpy Dean, Bisexual Dean, Dean vs Gardening, Summer, Autumn, Hygge Summary: AU where Dean accidentally moves in with his neighbour, Cas, who is surprisingly okay with it. Or: Every time Dean fixes anything in this cursed house, a random plant pops up and breaks it again. The woo-woo weirdo named Cas on the other side of the river keeps insisting that Dean must've offended the forest fairies. He offers his own home's amenities for as long as Dean needs them. But with each passing night, and every bent pipe, fritzing electrical system, or shattered window, Dean finds himself returning to his own place only to sleep. And then... one night... he doesn't even do that.

Room for Two (The Mattress AU) | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14548 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, Roommates, Romance, Fluff, Crack, Sharing a Bed, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Literal Sleeping Together, Wet Dream, Sleepy/Unconscious Sex, Accidental Sex, First Time, Insomniac Castiel, Dominant Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Switch Castiel, Comfortably Bisexual Dean, Switch Dean, Horny Dean Summary: ✔ College roommates ✔ Buying a mattress together ✔ Faking a relationship to get a discount ✔ Sharing a bed ✔ Roleplaying as a couple to "test the bed" ✔ Fake kissing becomes real kissing ✔ Fake sex is Way Too Real ✔ Cuddling ✔ Wet dreams ✔ "Oh no I thought I was dreaming but it was real life" ✔ Matchmakers Sam & Charlie ✔ Cas seems kinda clueless but actually understands everything ✔ Mutual respect, support, and understanding ✔ Friends to lovers ✔ Mutual pining ✔ Go౦ԁ sHit

Sharing the Rain Dog | @almaasi Rating: Mature Word Count: 19837 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Human, Historical (1999), Fluff, Romance, No Angst, Accidental Dating, First Dates, Rain, FBI Agent Castiel, Musician Dean, Singer Dean, Flustered Dean, Shared Custody, Domestic Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Moving In Together, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Dean in Panties, Cuddling, Uniform Kink, Clothed Sex, Sexual Roleplay, Non-Penetrative Sex Summary: When some asshole hits a dog with his car and drives off, the first two people on the scene are Dean and Castiel. Castiel's an FBI agent with a plane to catch, and he doesn't have time to take the dog to the vet. Dean's a musician, and he doesn't have the money. An agreement is reached: Dean goes, Castiel pays, and they'll exchange details and meet again to work things out. But who gets the dog? Sooner or later they're going to realise that having shared custody of one pitbull isn't ideal. She needs one home, not two. One stable, loving home...

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Touch (2)

Warnings: idiots to lovers, god bucky is so stupid. protective!bucky, jealous!bucky, Y/N’s friends are all vulgar frat boy sailors so like, NSFW themes ahead

Words: 3.1K

PART ONE

AO3 / TWITTER / CURRENT SERIES

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The first bottle of Grigio had barely even been opened before the girls turned all of their attention towards Y/N— prodding and poking for her to just tell them about Bucky. He was known in Brooklyn neighborhoods for being a flirt, for being smooth and pretty, but all of that went out of the window when Y/N walked into the room. When Bucky could see Y/N, he became a bumbling fool who had never actually had a successful conversation with a woman before. The smooth Tom Cat that was Bucky Barnes became a puppy with ears so long he would trip over them. 

“Seriously, I don’t understand how you can’t see it— Bucky gets all bumbling alpha male around you. It’s really sweet, actually.” Dorris said over her completely full glass.

Dot hummed, already curled under a blanket while Socks, Y/N’s cat, lay on the back of the chair, purring loudly enough for all of the women in the room to hear. “He never acted that way around me when we were dating. Jesus, he was still like that about you when his arm was on my hip.”

“Oh, whatever.” Y/N grumbled, not quite prepared enough to be on the hot seat this early into the evening. “He’s just protective. He’s like that way about Steve too!”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll give you that,” Dot said, “but Bucky doesn’t want to warm his cock in Steve, now does he?”

At Dot’s vulgarity, the girls squealed loudly, kicking their feet excitedly while all of Y/N organs flip-flipped in her body. 

“Good god, I’ve never in my life seen anyone turn this red before!” Victoria giggled. 

“I hate you all and I regret inviting you all over.” Y/N grumbled, pressing a bottle of white to her cheeks to attempt to cool them off. 

“Cock warming out of the picture— what about that time he almost punched Mark out at last years Christmas party?” Gladys sighed dreamily. It was true— Mark had had too much to drink at the party and had gotten Y/N alone against a tight space at the bar. Y/N had never been so uncomfortable in her life— his breath smelled too bad, and he seemed to be unable to just take a hint. 

The girls closest to her seemed to sense her distress, but before they could make any move towards her to pull her away from the situation, Bucky had appeared from the bathroom and zeroed in on him. His nostrils had flared angrily as he grabbed Mark by his disheveled collar and drug him outside of the venue, throwing him into the barren street and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. 

“You think you can touch a girl like that? My girl?” Bucky had snarled. Before Mark could even begin to defend himself, Bucky picked Mark up by his shirt and slammed him against the side of a parked car hard enough to set off the alarm. Someone cursed and hurried to shut off the alarm before anyone else decided to pay attention to the scene. The party had floated out of the venue to watch the spectacle, some of the braver patrons bringing their booze to sip while they watched what they hoped would be a marvelous fight. 

“I— N-no, Sir.” Mark rushed, gripping Bucky’s wrists and trying to pull. Mark was no match for him, however, as Bucky had just returned from three months of straight Army training— basic training it was called. He had returned three sizes larger, muscles stretching all of his old clothing uncomfortably. He was no longer the tall, lanky man who was known for his quick dance moves. He was known now as the same guy, just absolutely shredded with muscle. 

Just as Bucky raised a well-trained fist to collide with the mans face, Y/N had appeared, her soft touch wrapping itself around her best friends fist and her body wedging itself between the two men. 

“James. Not here.” Y/N had hissed. 

“He was touchin’ you—“

“This isn’t a back alley, James Buchanan. This is the middle of the street while all of my coworkers and their families are watching.” Bucky continued to glare over Y/N’s shoulder, only stopping his stare when Y/N’s soft hand came to rest on Bucky’s cheek. 

“Hey, Jamie. Look at me. I’m here. Hi. Let’s get outta here, yeah? Go see Ma and Papa— they have homemade bread.” Y/N said, talking him down expertly. His almost black eyes looked at her, and he released a harsh breath from his lungs while the blue-grey of his eyes began to return. 

“Hey, hi there, Honey.” Y/N had cooed. “Let’s go get our jackets and go get Stevie on the way home. There’s soup and bread callin’ your name.”

And with a nod, Bucky let go of Marks collar and spun around to collect his jacket, trudging back into the building with Y/N tight to his side. 

“Yeah, I think Mark peed himself after that,” Gladys commented, giggling at the expense of the office slimeball. 

“He so did! Oh, my God I had totally forgotten that. Has he spoken to you since?” Victoria asked, already beginning to feel the buzz of her whiskey. 

“He apologized the next morning— couldn’t even get a sentence out without looking over his shoulder. I think he was half expecting Bucky to jump out from behind a potted plant and stab him in the throat with a knife or somethin’.” Y/N submitted to the girls prodding and storytelling. Maybe it was the wine— maybe it was something else. Y/N figured that she hadn’t ever seen Bucky that angry before, and maybe a little part of her wished she had seen him in his full, raging glory. 

“Okay, okay. What about that time that he spent three bucks trying to get you that stuffed bear at Coney Island on July 4th?” Doris asked, her tough exterior beginning to melt away to reveal an eager (albeit nosey) young lady.

“Oh, the one with the red cape and blue suit and silver stars on its fur? Hold on.” Y/N asked, getting up and retreating briefly, only to return with the same bear tucked under her arm. She had slept with it every night since and had become almost dependant on it to get through the night without waking up. It was stupid, she knew, but the sentiment was sweet. 

“Oh, my God.” Gladys squealed, watching at Y/N curled up in her chair and tucked the bear behind her curled up legs. “You still have him?”

“Why would I throw out Captain America?” Y/N scoffed playfully, puffing up the little white tuft of white hair on the top of his hair. The girls giggled in response. “I tried for three years to win this guy— I’m pretty sure the only reason James could get him was because the poor carnie felt bad he was spending so much money.”

“And what’s up with that? He won that in 1936, right? That was before the Depression ended!” Dorris commented with wide eyes and a slur to her speech. 

“Bucky’s always been like that— he doesn’t seem to be able to get the concept that money is limited. He thinks that price isn’t a figure when it comes to happiness.” Y/N said fondly, taking a sip of her drink. The taste of the wine made her tongue curl in her mouth— she hated the taste of alcohol, but as long as it did its job, it was worth it. 

“I bet you the carnie was disappointed James didn’t even get a kiss at the end of it— probably the main reason why he let him have it in the first place.” Dot commented, knowing that the last comment would get a rise out of one of her best friends. That, and the use of Bucky’s real name. Y/N was particularly short of patience when it came to anyone calling Bucky James unless it was her, Steve or Bucky’s own family. 

“His name is Bucky, and why would I kiss him.” Y/N snapped, much to the girls delight. 

“He spent a whole two bucks on you at Coney Island at a stupid carnie game just to see you smile! Don’t you see it?!” Dorris all but yelled, sloshing booze onto Y/N’s already damaged hardwood floors. “Bucky’s been bitten by the loooove bug.”

“You guys are just being dramatic.” Y/N said quietly, busying herself with another drink of wine. 

“And you're not too innocent here either, Y/L/N,” Victoria said, raising her glass to point it accusingly at her friend. 

“Excuse me?” Y/N spluttered, barely even swallowing her drink. 

“Yeah, you constantly touching him in some way? You can’t go one day without playing with his damn suspenders. Jeez, you were practically leaning against him at lunch earlier today! Anyone with two eyes —maybe even one— would have been able to see how bad you have it for each other.” She continued. The rest of the party hummed in agreement, some even raising their drinks in solidarity. 

“Yeah, and you don’t see it, but he turns bright red every time you do touch him.” Dot smiled kindly. Y/N sat up a little straighter, some part of herself preening under the new piece of information. 

“…..He does?” Y/N asked, trying to pass the question off a coy and subtle, but getting a rise of shrieks and squawks in reply. 

“He so does—“ Dot chirps excitedly. “God, he looks at you like you hung the damn moon and sun. Steve took care of the stars in his eyes, but you? You’re responsible for the moon and sun and the waves and the reason the Earth itself spins— he revolves around you. It’s real sweet, honestly.”

There was a period of bated silence before Y/N spoke again, finally playing into the hands of her best friends. “Okay… so what do I do?” 

“Okay! Okay. So, have you guys kissed?” Dorris asked. 

“I mean, once or twice— on the cheek, stop squealing- Ms. Humphrey is gonna have my head.” Y/N hissed over the women’s commotion. 

“Holy shit okay. So, Ernie asked me to do this thing to him the other day— his construction buddies were talkin’ about it, but I never heard of it before, but it had him a mewling fuckin’ mess under me. It was amazing.” Dorris said, bringing a sudden anticipatory silence over the room. 

“Holy shit— you had Ernie weak? Jesus, he hasn’t been weak since he as a babe.” Victoria gasped. It was true— a well-known piece of information that Ernie was a glorious man— six and a half feet of nothing but muscle and hair. He was the same age as the women, but the way he carried himself and looked made him seem like he was a well-seasoned man. 

“I know, it was amazing.” Dorris half-moaned. 

“What’d you do?” Victoria asked. All the girls were eagerly waiting with bated breath on the edge of their seats. Y/N had turned bright red with excitement at the key to making a strong man moan— the idea of Bucky moaning under her actions was almost too good to be true. 

“Well, I got on my knees in front of him, and he got real hard and you know… I like, kissed him there and stuff.” Dorris fumbled, suddenly shy. Her vulgar personality suddenly replaced by a shy little virgin of a woman.

“You put his goods in your mouth? You nasty bitch!” Y/N gasped. She had never gone very far with a man— nothing more than a few kisses here and there— and at the age of twenty-one, still being a virgin was something that still gave her anxiety. Her mom had told her it was okay because Y/N had told her she was waiting for the right moment (unbeknownst to Y/N, her mother also knew of Bucky and Y/N’s stupidity). 

“Well, it had him havin’ a crisis in about three minutes— and you all know how long we can go for.” Dorris grinned, watching over the rim of her tumbler at the girls jaws on the floor. 

“Wow… I-- what’d it taste like?” Y/N said, hushed. It felt as if God would strike her down for her curiosity, but the idea of sucking a man off was all but unheard of. It was something that women making lives on street corners did— it was never something that upstanding citizens did. ‘But,’ Y/N thought, ‘they make good money for a reason.’

“Wanna be ready for one Mr. Barnes, huh?” Dot smirked. Y/N was surprised to see a blush coating her own cheeks because Dorothy never blushed. Y/N knew that she was thinking about how Bucky would taste, and a monster of jealousy threatened to wake in her stomach. Y/N knew, however, that Dot was fully for Bucky and Y/N getting over themselves, and would do no such thing to disrupt that. She had heard from both ends how far they had gone together (Dot had lost her virginity to Bucky— who, apparently was very gentle with her). Y/N tried not to blush at the information she had repressed. 

“Oh, shut your mouth.” Y/N groaned, eliciting a chorus of giggles and ‘awes’. The girls were also aware of how innocent Y/N was, and when Dot (the last to know) found out, she gaped at Y/N. ‘So you and, you know, haven’t?’ She had asked.

“Well, okay.” Dorris was bright red now and her nose was scrunched up in discomfort and thought. “It tasted salty? I guess? And a little musky? But it also just tasted like him— like his essence or somethin’.”

There was a period of silence before Gladys spoke up. 

“… His essence is salty?” And the girls crowed loudly with laughter. 

“No! God, you’re so annoying— I don’t know how to explain it!” Dorris laughed into her hands. The girls' laughter was brought to a violent stop as someone angrily knocked on the door.

“LADIES! Bed.” The landlady, Mildred Humphrey crowed through the door. She had ignored the several noise complaints that were brought to her, as she had a particularly soft spot for Y/N Y/L/N and her family— they had done so much for this boardinghouse and even participating in local charities which gave aid to women in need. But, rules were rules and it was eleven o'clock.

“Yes, Ms. Humphrey.” The women chorused, covering their mouths to stop any more loud laughter from keeping the tenants of the boardinghouse awake. 

“Goodnight, ladies.” Humphrey’s voice had easily lost its edge, and Y/N smiled in the direction of the door, not realizing that the landlady wouldn’t see it. It’s only another hour before the women begin to wind down under blankets and influence, and once Y/N had made sure all of her guests were comfortable, took Captain America to her room and fell asleep thinking (unabashedly) about the way Bucky Barnes may or may not taste. 

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Bucky Barnes needed flowers. He needed someone to buy him flowers because frankly, his week had been god awful. Firstly, his Major had been on his ass about being late to work after lunch on Friday and had been assigned double physical training. Secondly, his Ma and Pa had been tense— the rising conditions of the war had them worried sick about him, knowing that if the president deemed it so, he could very well be sent overseas. So, thanks to some stupid little man with an even stupider mustache, his home life had been suffocating. 

And thirdly (most importantly, in his opinion) Y/N had been distant on all levels. She had canceled lunch on both Tuesday and Friday and said no to his request to go dancing later that night. He and Steve went to lunch both days, nevertheless, but they had been grossly unpleasant— Steve was on his ass, hounding Bucky and asking what he had done to piss her off. Between his interrogation, Steve was wracked with coughs that had him on the verge of vomiting— it was funny, Bucky though, because the only thing that stopped Steve from actually fighting God himself was his constant state of sick. 

“Seriously, James.” Steve groaned, looking grumpily at the empty chair where Y/N usually sat— beside him, and across from Bucky. “What the fuck did you do?” 

“I— I don’t know, okay? I walked her back to work last week, and we talked and stuff and she took my fag like she always does and then— oh, God.” Bucky groaned, leaning forward so much that his head thunked on the metal table. 

“What.” Steve moaned pitifully. God, if Y/N was pissed at Bucky, by proxy she would be pissed with him and an angry Y/N was never something that anyone wanted. 

“Dot teased us— said it was about time that we got together.” Bucky was sure Y/N didn’t like him now— not in that way anyway, and he truly didn’t know why the idea of her not liking him that way made him feel full of rocks. Steve blinked slowly at Bucky and felt it was appropriate in this moment in time to take the rolled up newspaper on the table and smack him over the head with it. The people sitting around them looked and furrowed their brows. Even the waitresses seemed concerned because as loud as they were, the three customers had become a great source of entertainment and happiness on their bi-weekly lunch dates. Now, the pretty dame was missing and the tiny, angry blonde was smacking the other boy with a newspaper— something was wrong.

“You’re so stupid, James Buchanan,” Steve grumbled, rising to his feet, tucking the paper under his armpit and coughing into his elbow. Bucky watched as his friend appeared to be leaving him, and quickly tried to defend himself. 

“It wasn’t me, Steve! I did nothing! It was Dot who said somethin’!” Bucky almost cried, trying to keep Steve with him— they had only been here for half an hour, and Steve wasn’t due for his doctor's appointment for another hour. 

“Exactly.” Steve hissed, and for the first time, Bucky held his breath in fear when Steve leaned in close. “You did nothing. Figure this shit out, Buck. I shouldn’t have to spell it out for you.” And with that, Steve Rogers left Bucky Barnes at the cafe, alone and confused. 

At least the waitress pitied him enough to give him his meal for free and send him on his way with another free cheese danish. 

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Chapter 53 - Captain Kirk, the talk and the ex talk

In the previous chapter: Eddie and Angie talk every day on the phone. The day of the concert in Portland is near, Meg will go with Grace and Laura, whereas Angie won't be there. Cornell's going back home at dawn when he finds Eddie sitting outside Angie's door. He tells him he's hitched a ride and travelled during the night because he wanted to go back home. Angie and Eddie finally see each other again after the kiss.

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“What the fuck have I just seen?” Meg's right here next to me, laughing and clapping her hands, together with the small group who rallied around our friends in the parking lot.

“Need bleach to disinfect your corneas?” Stone stoops to talk to her, keeping his arm around my shoulders “Want me to go inside and ask for some?”

“They're admirable though” I remark.

“For their courage and total lack of shame or restraint? I couldn't agree more” he said seriously.

“No. I mean, that too. But I meant their artistic choice”

“Artistic?” Meg eyes me suspiciously, then Jeff and Laura drag her away and they all walk up to the champs who've just given the performance.

“Well, yeah, they could have played it safe without taking any chances and go for an easy WMCA or In the navy. Yet they chose a niche song”

“Well, I wouldn't call it niche...”

“You gotta admit it's not the typical Village People party tune” I shrug and turn around and start walking back to the club.

“Now that I think about that...” Stone follows and reaches out to take me by the hand.

“They even had to make up a dance routine”

“Hehe that's true, you're right” he smiles and gives a little squeeze at my hand and I just snap.

“WHAT?”

“Huh?”

“What the fuck are you talking about Stone?” I plant myself pretty close to the entrance.

“Did you take any drugs that are kicking in now?” Stone studies my face with a perplexed look and a badly hidden smile.

“Come here!” I change direction and drag him back into the parking lot but towards the back, actually towards the band's van.

“Did Village People give you subliminal advice on how to spend the night? Well, the rest of it...” he asks as I gesture for him to open the door of the van.

“I see you've still got some sense of humour for me too!”

“Gracie, what's wrong?” he opens the van and flails his arms, while I walk around to get on the passenger seat.

“Get on and I'll tell you”

“So?” we're sitting and we're locked in and that fucking grin is still there.

“What's happening to you, Stone?”

“To me? I should ask you this question...”

“You haven't even made fun of me once since I got here!”

“What?”

“Being tender and sweet is ok... although I have to admit that sometimes while we were talking on the phone I wanted to yell 'Leave this body!' because I don't know you anymore”

“I can't... I don't understand”

“But at least you were joking with me, I mean, it was always you, though covered in a thick layer of … candy? Tonight you just keep on... fucking agreeing with me!”

“Should I not?”

“NO!”

��Are you sure?”

“Of course I'm sure, I want the good old... well, the old Stone, not his pale copy. If this is the way you are when you have a girlfriend, you know, I'm not sure I want to take on that role”

“Oh. Well, that's curious” Stone looks surprised and he's not even trying to hide that grin anymore.

“I mean, I want that role, I like you, I really do... It's just, I can't understand what's wrong with you lately”

“That's curious because all my exes preferred the pale copy”

“Your exes?”

“Actually, they required it”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that girls usually get with me, then regularly try to change me... 'Did you really have to make that joke?'... 'Don't embarrass me!'... 'You said you'd call at 7. It's 7:01, what the fuck are you doing?'... 'Do you need to spend the whole night of your concert with your bandmates?'... 'Do you really have to play tonight?'... 'How could you make fun of my dress? My record? My mother? My dog?'... And each and every time I was like, you know, where have you been? Who have you been dating? Don't you know me? I thought you wanted to be with me and this is literally who I am”

“I don't wanna change you, you're fine to me the way you are”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, you can call me 15 minutes later, sleep with your guitar or... with Jeff! And you can easily insult my whole wardrobe”

“Even 20 minutes later?”

“Even one hour!”

“Really?”

“Sure! This is bullshit, stupid little things, nothing to focus on”

“Ok in that case... it looks like you passed the test” Stone holds his fingers up to his chin as if he's pondering something, then gives me a peck on the nose and gets out of the vehicle just like that. He walks around the van and opens the door for me.

“What?”

“And with flying colors!”

“What test?”

“Stone Gossard's Stress Test”

“And what the hell is it?”

“A kind of stress you couldn't stand for... mmm... not even five hours” Stone looks at his watch to calculate the time spent together tonight and I get out shocked from the van.

“Are you telling me... you did it on purpose?”

“Sure”

“And the cheesy phone calls?”

“Those too.” he's about to lock the van and my puzzled face tells him he needs to elaborate more “Oh that was to figure out if you're a clingy psycho. And you're not. You're a normal young woman with normal insecurities and doubts about the guy she's just started dating”

“So, what if I had given in and gone along with you?”

“I'd have dumped you on the spot” he finally locks the van and circles my shoulders with his arm once again, kissing me quickly on the lips.

“On the spot?”

“Well, no, of course I'd have waited for us to at least meet in person so we could talk” we walk up to the back entrance of the club and I can't help burst into laughter.

“Hahaha shut up! You'd have broken up with me on the phone with no remorse. Actually, you'd have probably asked Jeff to do the job for you!”

“God, you really do know me” he stops in his tracks, grabs me by my hips and pulls me in a tight hug, amused.

“Yes. And I still want to be with you, isn't it crazy?”

“Well, when I called you normal I was clearly putting it mildly”

“What are we then? I mean, are we a couple, are we dating or what?”

“What do you want us to be?” he asks as he rests his forehead against mine.

“Well, I want to be with you... but I want to take it slow”

“Uh what a coincidence! That's exactly what I want as well” he suddenly pulls away and takes me by the hand as we resume walking.

“Anyway, considering we already had the talk, I'd say we're well on the way”

“The talk?”

“The ex talk”

“Uh, that!”

“Well, you didn't give me the details but...”

“We can easily skip those” he shakes his head.

“And then there's the part about my ex boyfriends that still remains untold”

“Can't we skip that too?”

“You're not jealous, are you Gossard?”

“Nuh, it's just pathetic cases make me sad”

“Ha-ha”

“You said you liked my sense of humour, now enjoy it” he jokes as we walk hand in hand and he delicately rubs the back of my hand with his thumb.

“Can I reconsider it quickly?”

“No. You've even just called me by my surname to act as the funny alternative girlfriend, you can't go back”

“Any other remark before we get in?” I question when we're at the door.

“Yes, one thing. How many M&m's did you kill to make that skirt?”

“HA! I KNEW YOU HATED IT”

“You can't imagine the struggle to keep my mouth shut the whole time. And I did it for you, you should appreciate that”

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“Hey, did you see Mike?” Eddie runs into me in the parking lot and asks the wrong person.

“Mmm no, the last time I saw him he was mimicking tango moves with Cantrell along that railing, while the other Village People were doing the wave”

“That was... intense”

“I don't know now. Oh you know what? You should try and find the coordinates of the spot where I'm standing right now and calculate the one that's exactly the antipodes on the earth's surface 'cause that's were he probably is. Most likely” I spew my bile on poor Eddie, who remains confused.

“Ok”

“That or... he's, you know, inside” I add as I calm down.

“Ok, thank you Meg.” Eddie smiles and is about to leave, then waits “Mike's got nothing against you, he just wants to be by himself for a while so he doesn't fuck anything up”

“Yeah, well, I can't wait for him forever” I flail my arms then fold them back against my chest, buttoning up my jacket. It's cold tonight, fuck.

“Don't worry, he knows” Vedder nods at me and gets in the club, leaving me standing here like a lemon.

Sure he knows, he knows pretty well. Maybe that's what he hopes for. He wants me to get tired of waiting for him. I just need to find someone else and he wouldn't be in trouble anymore, right?

“Hey? Hey girl!” I hear someone yelling behind my back so I turn around to see if by any chance they're talking to me.

Two guys, apparently intoxicated by alcohol or something else. They come close smiling and elbowing each other. Yeah, unfortunately they're talking to me.

“Yes?”

“Hi! Excuse me, my friend and I are right in the middle of... of a...” the blond guy can't find the words, his friend with the dreadlocks comes to the rescue.

“A dilemma”

“Yes! A dilemma. You're the only one who can help us”

“You can't decide who's the biggest jerk between the two?”

“Hahahaha that's a good one!”

“I told you she seemed funny”

“We can't decide what's the worst cover version between Hotel California by Al B. Sure and Under my thumb by Sam Kinison. Do you know them?”

What. The. Fuck.

“The first one, for sure”

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeah! See? What did I tell you, I won!” blondie growls and beats his chest like a gorilla.

“Fuck you always win, that's not fair”

“And what did you win?” I ask 'cause I wanna see where this nonsense is going.

“The chance to hit on you, sweetie!”

“Don't you have a friend?” his buddy asks, still disappointed.

“Fine. Well you had your chance. It didn't work. Sorry. Bye!” I make wide gestures with my arms and hands and quickly step off.

“Aw come on! Why? Where are you going?”

“Guys, you need to change your technique because I swear this isn't just the worst pass ever done at me, it's the worst I've ever witnessed in general”

Sorry, Mike, given the available men around, I'm afraid the solution to your problems is still way too far.

I get back into the club right when Vedder's exiting, together with two friends of Mike's. That's why he was looking for him.

“Good night Meg!”

“Night”

Is he leaving? Where? Huh. The hall seems even bigger now that the show is over and there's a little less people on the floor, dancing to the dj's setlist.

“Baby here I am, I'm the man on the scene!” a Mike, but not the one I was looking for, sings aloud into my ears, dancing and skipping behind my back.

“Hey Starr, I've been told from a very believable source you're not a bad dancer at all”

“That's right! Your roommate was very satisfied with the performance”

“Yeah, despite your quick hand!” I retort as I jokingly squeeze his asscheek.

“Shhhhhh don't say it too loud! If Jerry hears us, he will get all upset and want to beat me up once again” Mike stops in the middle of the hall, looking around and gesturing me to shut up.

“Did he beat you up?”

“Nuh, he's all talk and no action, he never does it in the end. But there's a first time for everything”

While Starr describes his fears, I inspect the crowd and at some point I spot a Stevie Ray Vaughan style hat I know too well. Two girls are talking to that hat.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you're killing me!” I give him a small nudge but he doesn't move.

“Ok. It didn't seem such a brilliant joke to me though”

“Hahaha no it wasn't but just laugh all the same, ok? Laugh! Would you please fucking laugh?!” I grab him on his shoulders and literally shake him.

“Are you high?”

“Just pretend we're having very much fun, ok? HAHAHA!” I throw my arms around his neck and maybe this dumbass finally understands something.

“Aaaaaah I see! Mikey's looking this way, isn't he?” he understood but doesn't uderstand that if he turns around he's gonna ruin the whole thing.

“Don't look!” I grab his curly head and straighten it forcefully up so he looks back at me.

“Hey, relax... I just wanted to check if he was with any girls”

“I can tell you: yes, he is. Happy now?”

“Well, yes, because if there's girls around, you get mad” he smirks and he almost gets me more mad than the girls themselves.

“Oh thank you! And why would that make you happy exactly?” I grasp his neck again but less gently.

“Because the more upset you are, the more you'll be seeking for revenge. And I can take advantage of the situation!” he wiggles his eyebrows and tries to cop a feel.

“You're such an asshole” I shake my head and let go of him, leaving him alone in the middle of the dance floor.

“Meg, where are you going?” Mike, still the wrong one, follows me as I make my way through the dancing people and catches up with me at the bar “Come on, I was just kidding! You know me, we're friends, aren't we?”

“Ok”

“But if you want to do what that chick with the bandana is doing to Mike, I'm in. Anything to help a friend in need!”

I frown and turn around and see the girl has just pulled up her shirt right in front of Mike, who just stands there in the middle of a group of howling men without batting an eye. First her friend laughs at the scene, then imitates her and pulls her top up as well.

“Fuck you, Mike” I hiss after I down my whiskey shot.

“Who? Me or him?”

“Both”

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Monday. Weird day choice for a concert, especially for the last gig of a tour. Actually, as far as Eddie told me, they were initially supposed to play last Friday. Then there were problems and it all slipped to today, so the guys had a long free weekend. This kind of gift is even better when it's unexpected. Just like the cancelled class this morning. I spend the morning running errands and doing all the chores I needed to do, I had a slow lunch, I studied for a couple of hours not to feel guilty, I even baked a cake, which would actually make me feel partially guilty, and now I'm free. Free to make a small change in my plans with Eddie. Luckily I manage to park just outside his condo, I grab the cake, enter the building thanks to a guy that's perfectly dressed for a bike ride who holds the door for me and I run up the stairs.

What if I disturb him?

You don't.

He must be resting after his shift.

His shift ended hours ago, he's got nothing to do.

Maybe I'm about to show up right in the middle of the writing of a new song and he'll lose inspiration because of me.

Well, if he really tells you he's busy-

He'd never tell me, Eddie's too sweet.

If you actually notice by yourself that he's busy, you can just give him the cake and leave, after all you'll see him at the show tonight.

That's not the same.

You can see him whenever the fuck you want, Angie.

What if he's not at home?

If he's not, nobody will open the door.

What if Jeff's there?

Then Jeff will have the whole cake, just stop with the drama.

What if he's with another girl?

Please! Who?! Eddie's so antisocial you're the only girl he found.

I get to the aparment and through the closed door I can hear the unmistakable voice of Ian MacKaye. This is Eddie, for sure. I ring the doorbell and the music is turned down a little. The door opens almost immediately, in a tiny crack.

“Hey!” Eddie greets me, quickly closes the door to unlock the chain, then opens it again.

“Hi E-” he pulls me towards me and without realising it, I find myself inside his apartment, in the middle of a hug and a kiss.

“What are you doing here? What time is it?” Eddie glances at his wrist but there's no watch on it, then clumsily walks backwards, dragging me within.

“It's almost half past four, Eddie”

“Wait, were we supposed to meet now? Sorry, my mind's kinda confused” hi little lines on Eddie's forehead! I missed you.

“Hehe no, we said tonight at the show, don't you remember?” this morning I saw him at the mini market and went there for a quick hello before going to class. He almost got us caught by Hannigan as we were kissing beside the ice cream department.

“Right! Weren't you busy today?”

“Yeah, but once I got to the university I found out two professors weren't there, so I got some free time” I put the cake on the small table at the entrance to keep it safe.

“Great!” he exclaims maybe with a little too much energy as he hugs me once again.

“And I thought... well, I could drop by and... surprise you”

“Even greater!” I takes me by the arms and loops them around his neck before kissing me.

“Didn't I disturb you?”

“Pfffft no”

“Are you sure?”

“I was just chilling a little”

“Chilling? With Fugazi?”

“You know, I'm weird.” Eddie rubs his nose against mine and his dimples are way beyond the alert level “You look so beautiful”

“Did you smoke pot?”

“Can't you just... like... take a compliment?”

“Sure I can. But that doesn't change the fact you've been smoking” my nostrils don't lie, neither does his face.

“Yes. But pot's got nothing to do with the fact you're beautiful”

“Ok. Do you have any left?”

“Sure, my princess!”

I realized I like hanging out with Eddie. Wow, what a huge discovery! I've always liked it, obviously. It's just, well, after... what happened, I was afraid things would change, that we wouldn't be us anymore, that nothing would ever be the same. Yet it's exactly the same. We're friends, we laugh and joke together, we talk about anything, we go out together, everything is the same. Since he came back, we met every day. On Friday afternoon we played basketball at the court, on Saturday he came to the diner at closing time, yesterday we did another tour of Pike Place. I mean, it's all like it used to be. Kisses, cuddling and make out sessions are a plus, lovely interludes that take nothing away from the rest. Everything's going just right and I'm sure it'll stay like that. As long as none of us talks about the whole matter, of course. Meg can't believe we didn't say anything to each other, whereas I think that's why this thing works. I mean, sure I'd  like to make sense of all this, to figure out what we are: we are together, we're not together, we're a couple, we're friends... I don't have much experience about relationships: with Sean, well, we both set up what we would do together, whereas Martin asked me with a card (Do you wanna be my girlfriend? Cross Yes or No); then came Drake and Dave that were, in two totally different ways, actual non-relationships, nobody said anything, nobody knows if they even started, we just know they ended by themselves; and finally, Jerry, well, no need to explain that. I mean, I went from school boyfriends to adult relationships, there's nothing in between and I have no idea how you know as an adult wether you're in a relationship or not. Do you have a talk specifically about that? Or one of the pair simply starts addressing the other spontaneously calling him or her my boyfriend or my girlfriend and you just start considering yourselves a couple by implication from then on? Nobody says shit and if you haven't told each other to fuck off after N months then you're a couple? Do you automatically become a couple after a minimum time-span of exclusive sex? How do I figure out if I'm with Eddie or not? Is it so necessary to figure it out? Uhm probably yes, if you don't want to get shafted like with Jerry Cantrell. I have the right to know what's happening and decide if I’m ok with it or not. The truth is, I'm so very ok with this situation, with Eddie, the way it is, that I'm scared stiff I'll do or say the wrong thing and fuck it all up. Eddie's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I loved Jerry, and I somehow still do, I can't deny it, 'cause I care for him and everything. Anyway I never had the same connection, the delicious complicity, even the intimacy I have with Eddie, although we haven't done anything actually intimate... What if he wants to do it? SHIT, WHAT IF HE WANTS TO DO IT NOW?! Lounging on a small couch with Eddie listening to post-punk, eating chocolate cake and smoking substances that remove inhibitions: not exactly the best recipe for abstinence.

“Hahaha this was a particularly good idea” Eddie grabs two more squares of cake, he eats one immediately and places the other on his leg, his thigh that keeps rubbing against mine.

“And I had no idea about your induced appetite”

“It's a great idea regardless of the munchies. Take another bit” he suggests chewing.

“No, I'm fine, I ate a quarter alone!”

“So what? I ate half of it, there's another quarter left” Eddie gets all serious as he shows the different fractions of cake on the plate with the knife.

“That's for Jeff”

“But... Jeff's not here now” he whispers seductively, as if he was suggesting to cheat on a boyfriend with him and thank god I don't have a boyfriend because Eddie can be so convincing. Even now that his eyes are two thin slits and he can't stay more than ten seconds without laughing. Actually, when he laughs it's even worse.

“But if he still finds some when he comes home and eats it, that will make me happy”

“So selfless” he moves a lock of my hair away from my face and it falls back in the same place right away, he gives me a small kiss, then another, then one more, and he keeps smiling so wide that I'm afraid he'll gouge my eyes out with those cheekbones.

“Err Eddie?”

“Yes?”

“The cake” I point at the chocolatey square that's about to crumbe between our legs.

“Oops!” he lets go of me and takes the piece of cake, eating it in one bite.

This couch is a mess, there are crumbles everywhere.

Luckily it's not your apartment and it's none of your business. Focus on something else!

The B side of 13 songs has come to an end and this time I decide to go and turn off the stereo. I need a diversion.

“I... gotta go to the bathroom!”

“Ok”

My interior monologue goes on, both on the toilet and at the sink, as I wash my hands.

Why am I like this?

Because you're stupid.

Why do I freeze? I'm comfortable with Eddie... so why do I have these totally awkward moments?

Because it's a new thing, you still have to get used to it.

Get used to what? To making out with a hot guy? That should be the easiest most natural thing in the world! I should be in the living room with him now, not here, fixating on my face in the mirror.

The joint you smoked may be responsible for the fixation, the rest is just insecurity. Try and act normal, relax and don't think too much.

Easier said than done...

I get out of the bathroom and walk back into the living room. Eddie's not here. He must have gone away. And he probably left a message with FIX YOUR FUCKING PROBLEMS written on it.

He can't leave, you dork, you're at his place.

Oh. Right.

“Hey, here you are! I was looking for something to drink. There's a bottle of red wine I really wanna open with you but not today. With the show and all the rest, I'd better not, what do you think?” Eddie comes out from the kitchen with a carton of ACE juice and two glasses.

“Hehe yeah, maybe you'll better not” I answer as I take my glass from his hands.

“This is Jeff's stuff, healthy and vitamin filled” Eddie fills my glass then does the same with his, puts the carton on the coffee table then seats on the armchair.

On the armchair. Sure.

Well done, Angie. Congratulations. You sent him the message to stay away. I drink a sip of juice and place the glass on the table, Eddie makes gestures and mumbles something I can't decipher because he does it as he's drinking.

“What? Do you need something?”

“Mmmhh”

“The cigarettes?” I ask pointing at the pack.

“The remote. Let's watch some tv, do you want to?” he finally explains himself. Eddie wanting to watch tv? I guess my message was too strong.

“What's up with the tv? Do you wanna take a nap?” why don't I just keep my fucking mouth shut? He gets close and you push him away, he finds something to do to pass the time and you have to pick on him. Nothing is ever good for you.

“Hehe no, no napping, just relaxing a little” he replies stretching out a little to put his empty glass on the edge of the coffee table. I move it towards the center so it doesn't fall down, then I get the remote for Eddie.

“Here”

“Thanks” I'm about to go and sit down on the couch but Eddie grabs me first by the arm, then by the hips, and in a couple of seconds I find myself sitting on his lap .

“Eddie! Come on, what are you doing?”

“Where did you think you were going?”

“On the couch, I can't sit here... like this...” I pry up the backrest of the armchair to turn around and look at him as I speak.

“No? And why?” he reaches between my knees and pulls up one of my legs so it lies across his.

“Because I can't be... all sprawled out on you like this” he does the same with the other leg and now I am indeed in his arms.

“Who said that?”

“I'm heavy, Eddie, I'll crush you...” we'll end up falling asleep and I'll suffocate him.

“I can't fell any burden at all” liar.

“It's the drug, it numbed you”

“Haha Angie, it takes much more than a couple of joints to numb me, trust me” Eddie squeezes my hip and with the other hand is still caressing my knees over the jeans.

“But... you're uncomfortable”

“I've never been so comfortable in my whole life” he states and rests, well, actually drops his head against my chest.

“If you say so...”

“Are you comfortable?” he asks looking up. Hi again, Eddie's frown!

“Yes...”

“Great,” he kisses me in a way that I almost fall off this fucking armchair, then gives me the remote “turn it on then”

“Ok, what do you want to see?”

“You choose”

I start zapping through the channels and hope to find something that can give us a prompt of conversation and thank god I find it amost immediately.

“Uh! Star Trek reruns! Do you like it?”

“I used to watch it as a child. I'd say I was more into super heroes and sitcoms rather than science fiction, but I do remember it”

“So you haven't seen the new series? The Next Generation?”

“Uhm no”

“No big deal, I prefer this old one too, but the new one is not bad at all, you know?”

“Hehe ok”

“If you don't like it we can watch something else”

“No Angie, it's good” he steals the remote, turns up the volume a little and sticks it somewhere between the armrest and the pillow.

“OH MY GOD, IT'S ARENA!”

“That is...?” Eddie gives me a perplexed look for my sudden excitement.

“It's a memorable episode! Captain Kirk against the Gorn, have you seen it?”

“Err it's not like I remember it all, as I told you”

“Oh if you had seen this episode, you'd remember, trust me” I adjust myself better on Eddie's knees.

“Is it good?”

“It's one of the best episodes ever!” I let go of the backrest and clasp my hands behind his neck.

“Cool!”

“And it has the worst fight scene in the history of American television”

“What?”

“Maybe even world television but I don't have the instruments to venture a guess”

“How can it be one of the best episodes if it's got a scene that literally sucks?”

“It's something I can't explain, you wouldn't understand”

“You mean that it's so bad that it's good?”

“Yes, but no. Not really. All I can say is that Star Trek is made of this too”

The episode has already started, although not long ago, so I do a quick summary for Eddie. The attack on Cestus 3, the space battle between Enterprise and the enemy ship, Metrons getting upset because fuckers invaded their sectors.

“Isn't it basicallly some kind of fight trial?” Eddie asks as he's still holding me firmly. When his limbs start tingling and losing feeling and I crash down on the floor, I'll say I TOLD YOU!

“Exactly! A trial by combat. As in, you came here fucking around in our space, now we're gonna take your two captains and put you in this desert planet so you can take this shit elsewhere and sort it out between you two, until one of you dies”

“Who lives, wins”

“Yeah and the one who dies condemns his crew to death too”

Eddie watches the episode in silence, either he's very focused or he's stoned. Now it's me resting my head against his shoulder. All in all, it's just Eddie, why should I freak out? I don't know if I owe it to Captain Kirk or if it's because of the forced contact on the armchair but I feel much more relaxed now.

“I think I smoked too much, I see it all in slow motion” he points out after a while and try and I hardly stifle a laugh.

“It's not you, that's the scene”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the terrible fight I told you about, it's at normal speed”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Hahahaha no”

“What the fuck was that two-handed punch?”

“That's Captain Kirk signature move! He uses it often”

“Yes but it's totally useless”

“Details”

“And why is that alien so slow?”

“He's big, he can't be too sleek”

“He couldn't even kick him! Here, now he's crushing him”

“But Kirk reacts and tries to strangle him”

“He'll never make it”

“Oh he will, with the powerful move of the-”

“Head slap?! Hahahaha”

“See? He stunned him”

“Run away!”

“He can't, he has to fight him to save himself and the Enterprise”

“What the fuck is he doing now?”

“He throws a rock at him”

“That guy's big, the rock won't do him anything”

“Metrons told them they'd find all the resources on the planet”

“If he kills the alien with that pebble, I swear I'll scream”

“It must weigh a lot. Look, look at the elegance of the throw gesture”

“There it is hahaha! As I said, he didn't even move”

“He managed to make him even more upset”

“Where is he going? Jesus Christ yes! Now that is a rock”

“He wants to respond by throwing an asteroid at him basically”

“Such a poor figure for the Captain of Enterprise”

“Shut up, heretic! Kirk is not up for debate”

“Come on, you can't deny he sucks at fighting right now”

“But he's good at dodging asteroids”

“If they go on like this, this fight could last for ages”

“Hehe luckily, it ends at some point”

“Are you sure they're not still fighting right now?”

“No no, I swear”

“Thank god”

And the end of the fight finally comes. Kirk builds some kind of mortar with bamboo, diamonds and colorful dust he found on the planet. He fires it and hits the Gorn.

“So MacGyver didn't invent anything new?” Eddie says and I giggle.

“Hehe no, he didn't”

“Won't he kill him?”

“No, he won't. That's the best part of the episode. Rhetoric, I know, but I'm a sucker for the Federation's moral culture”

We watch the episode till the end: Kirk spares the Gorn's life because he realizes he was just trying to defend his corner of space. The Metron shows up and he's touched by Captain Kirk's pity, a trait he wasn't expecting to find in humans, and saves both him and the Gorn.

“A positive moral in the end”

“Yeah, there's still hope for humanity”

“Anyway... that fight really sucked, I can't” Eddie lets go of my legs and covers his face with his hand as he laughs.

“I can't deny it. But you gotta understand it was 1968”

“Yeah, sorry, you're right. That's how people fought lizard aliens at the time”

“Hehe yeah, now we know much more about lizard aliens but at that time that's how it was done”

“We should have recorded it so we could watch it again in slow motion. I didn't really understand what was happening during the fight, they were too fast”

“Hahaha”

“How can they broadcast such a violent thing at this time of the day? Don't they think about children?”

“You're funnier when you watch Star Trek, I'll take a mental note”

“It's got nothing to do with Star Trek”

“Oh right, it's pot. I'll take a note anyway”

“It's not that either”

“What is it then?”

“It's you”

“Oh...”

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“Did you hear that too?” Angie abruptly breaks our kiss and looks around.

“What?”

“That noise”

“What noise?”

“I don't know, some kind of thud”

“I didn't hear that... I don't know, I must have left a window open” I shrug and kiss her again.

“When I went to the bathroom I didn't see any open window from the hallway” she insists.

“No noise then” I nip her nose gently and try again with the kissing.

“But I'm sure I heard something” it seems there's nothing to do.

I thought she was calm now. She was so tense... I can't see why though. I'm trying everything to make her comfortable.

“Maybe it came from outside?” I cup the side of her face, lean in and...

“I don't know, it seemed more like it came from round here” she explains generically pointing at the entrance and the hallway.

“As I said, maybe someone has just got home and shut the door”

“Yes... it can be... you're right” she finally smiles at me and I can pick up where we left off.

At least until someone rings the door bell. Unlike the previous imaginary sound, we both can hear this clearly.

“Someone's at the door” Angie slips away from my arms and stands up in the middle of the room.

“Yeah, let's see who the fuck it is.” I reluctantly get up from the armchair and walk to the door “Jeff?”

“Sorry man, I forgot the keys” my roommate enters and throws his backpack on the floor.

“It's ok. But what are you doing here? Didn't you have to work until six?”

“Yeah. It's almost seven o'clock, Ed” Jeff laughs as he takes off his jacket and hangs it on the rack.

“WHAT? Already?”

“I see you couldn't stand Violet but if I were you, I'd wear the watch she bought you as a present, you'd need it” he pats me on the back a couple of times, folds his arms and looks at me. A huge grin on his face.

“I'll buy another one...” I nod and walk to go back to the living room, then turn around expecting to see him right behind me, following me. No. He's still there, standing near the door, laughing. Why the fuck is he laughing?

“I'm gonna go and take a quick shower, we're supposed to do soundcheck in half an hour” he finally breaks from his position and makes his way through the hallway.

“HI JEFF!” Angie calls him from the living room and Ament turns tail.

“Angie? Hi! I didn't see you!” I join them and see Angie, holding her bag with her coat on. I can't say I was expecting to see her like she was five minutes ago, stretched out on the armchair with her shirt unbuttoned, but...

“Eh you were walking fast...”

“What are you doing here? Wait, don't tell me you're not coming to the show!” Jeff pretends to get mad and Angie doesn't buy it.

“Don't get all worked up, I'm coming tonight! I just popped by to bring you something” she barely points at the plate and the bass player basically throws himself on the cake.

“Chocolate! Great. Well done, Angie, especially since you brought it to us and not to the other losers”

“I wanted to. But bringing a cake to the Off Ramp was kind of impractical”

“Extremely impractical, totally agree” he adds with his mouth full of cake.

“Weren't you going to take a shower? Aren't we late?” I ask as I walk up to them.

“Oh well, whatever, the acoustics always suck at the Off Ramp”

“Ok, so, gotta go now” Angie dribbles Jeff, and me.

“Already?” I complain.

“Yeah, I can see you're busy”

“Why don't you just wait and come with us to the club?” Jeffrey has the best idea of the century.

“Sure! A little patience and we can go all together” I chime in.

“Thank you but... I can't, I've got a couple things to do that I can't postpone hehe. See you tonight!” Angie dashes my hopes and heads for the door.

“Bye Angie, thank you for the cake” Jeff shrugs and sits down holding the plate in his hand, cutting another slice. I'm surprised he's not splitting the cake with his bare hands. Maybe it's because she's still here. Not for long though.

“Bye guys!” she stops and looks back at us one last time, waving her hand, then disappears. I can barely make a move to catch up with her and I already hear the door open and close.

What the hell...?

“Did I interrupt something?” I'm still trying to process what's just happened when Jeff asks me.

“No”

“Are you sure? It looks like there was a nice party going on in here...” my friend points at my shirt randomly abandoned on the coffee table, the stubs in the ashtray, the glasses.

“Sure. Ehm... I'll be back in a minute” I take a few steps back.

“Where are you going?”

“I gotta... I forgot I had something to tell her”

“Really? And what is that?” Jeff crosses his legs on the couch and keeps on cackling at me.

“Work stuff... I'll be right back” I clear out and dash down the stairs.

I didn't tell anything to Jeff but I have the feeling he sensed something. Well, it's not like he didn't know before, he's not stupid. Anyway, I'd tell him. But obviously Angie doesn't want anyone to know. How can I tell? Well, let me think... maybe the fact that on Friday, after we had spent a great afternoon together, when we met with the whole gang at the Scottish Pub to celebrate the end of the tour, she barely talked to me and sat as far from me as she could? And what about Saturday night, when I went to Roxy's to see her and we were holding hands and she dropped mine in a second as soon as Meg appeared? I see it's been only a few days but I can't see why we should hide.

“Angie!” I draw up to her between the second and first floor and she looks particularly confused when she sees me.

“Eddie? What's up?”

“What do you mean, what's up? What was that?” I stop a flight of stairs higher.

“What was what?” she asks and it looks like she really doesn't understand.

“That” I reply, mechanically waving my hand at her and going down a couple of steps.

“A universal greeting gesture?”

“And didn't you forget anything?” I roll my eyes and keep walking down.

“I don't know... what did I forget?”

“I don't know... something like this?” I get right next to her, cup her face with both hands and kiss her.

“Oh. You meant this” she awkwardly answers.

“Yes, this.” I add with another quick kiss “Why did you leave like that?”

“Well, Jeff was there...”

“So what?”

“He could see us”

“I repeat: so what?” Angie and I haven't talked about it yet. Actually every time I try and talk about us, she changes the topic of the conversation and I didn't want to push until now. After all, it's only been a few days. But maybe now it's time to finally do the talking.

“Eddie...”

“What's wrong if he sees us? He'll find out sooner or later”

“Yes but... I don't know” Angie drops her gaze down to the floor.

“You don't want anyone to know, I get that. I just can't see why”

“Just for now”

“I didn't ask you how long, I asked you why”

“Because... you know how it is with the guys... they never mind their own business” she starts bantering and gesticulating.

“Angie”

“You're in my friends' band and if something happene-”

“Angie, I'll tell you a secret: they really don't give a fuck about us. Sure, they can tell a couple of jokes, make fun of us, gossip a little. Then every one goes back to their own lives and their own problems”

“Hehe I know!”

“So?”

“I just want to wait before telling them, that's all”

“We don't need to actually tell them, we don't have to make big announcements, we can just... stop hiding. And our friends will sniff that out”

“Can't we just wait for a while before having them... sniff?”

“You're ashamed. Of me”

“What?! Shut up, what the fuck are you talking about?!”

“What's the matter then? Don't you trust me?”

“It's not that, Eddie”

“'Cause if you don't, just tell me what I have to do so I can be trusted”

“You don't have to do anything”

“I am not Jerry” if she doesn't want to talk about the elephant in the room, then it's up to me.

“God, I know!”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure I know or I wouldn't be here with you”

“I'm not... shit, I don't want to hide 'case I've got nothing to hide, ok? What am I? The new non-boyfriend? The secret boyfriend of the week?”

“What... what did you just say?” Angie finally looks up at me, only she does it like she had just seen a ghost.

“That I don't want to hide and-”

“No, after that” Angie leans against the stair railing, holding on to it with both hands.

“That I've got nothing to hide?”

“Right after that”

“Secret boyfriend?”

“Yes. That one. What... what is it supposed to mean?” she asks wide-eyed.

“Well that's something I don't like. Being your boyfriend and nobody knows. I can't-”

“You... are you my boyfriend?”

“Well yes... am I... not?” I thought I was. Maybe I got it wrong.

“YEAH! I mean, I don't know, we never talked about it...” she looks down again and I get closer to her.

“I never talked about that because you didn't seem at ease, every time I tried and say something...”

“I know, it's true... it's my fault”

“Fault? What fault? There's no fault. It's... this new thing started between us and it's a beautiful thing and we're spending time together. And it's great but you're kind of embarrassed because it's fresh, there's nothing strange, it's perfectly understandable”

“So... what are we... you and I?” she asks and I can feel it's really hard for her to be so upfront.

“What do you want us to be?”

“I asked... uhm, I asked you first” she retorts with a little smile. Her well known irresistible smile.

“We're together”

“Ok”

“And what do you think?”

“I think we're together too”

“Great” I take her hands off the railing and kiss them one after the other.

“So... you haven't been seeing other people?” she asks and my eyes roll so hard I can see my brain.

“No, Angie, I haven't been seeing anyone else...” then suddenly, a suspect as I drop her hands “Wait, are you seeing someone else?”

“What? No!”

“Tell me if you have” what if all this secrecy and embarrassment are only because she's been dating another guy? After all, we never talked about it, so we never decided how exclusive this relationship was. Who the fuck is going out with her? I swear I'm gonna beat the shit out of-”

“Who do you think I'm going out with?”

“I don't know, you tell me”

“Nobody, Eddie. Only you” this time she takes my hand, delicately holds it caressing the back first, then the fingers and the palm, carefully studying it, without looking at me.

“Ok”

“So... we're a couple”

“Yep... let's go tell Jeff the good news!”

“Eddie, please”

“Just kidding”

“Let's keep this between us, for a few days... ok?”

“Ok, princess”

#pearl jam fanfiction #grunge fanfiction #eddie vedder fanfiction #stone gossard #eddie vedder #mike starr #jeff ament #pearl jam #alice in chains #chapters

[hvlly-blog]

- ̗̀ ❛ muse 22 , kim chungha , she / her . ❜ ̖́- did you hear about the monaco trip ? it’s legendary at ucla. holland “holly” min is going, i’m so jealous. their instagram makes it seem like they’re pretty vivacious and they’re all about an empty locket around a delicate neck  &  strawberry flavored lip gloss. can you believe they’re only twenty-one and they’re going on a free trip to monaco for the summer ? hopefully they don’t let their quixotic side show too much on the trip. 

hello… im xan ( she / her pronouns ) im 21 and its been...200 years since i’ve made an intro post or rped so JSDBJW go easy on me ! fun fact half my keyboard is broken…..so if i take 10 yrs to reply sometimes just kno….a bitch is trying her best ok... literally just winging all of this as i type if u thought i had a plan think again JSDBWB *jungkook vc* lets get it....

pause . before we get it JDBWJDJ we can plot here over ims if discord isnt ur scene !! BUT i am....way more likely to respond to discord messages bc its easier !! so u can find me on there @  A GIRL WITH LUV 💖✨🌙#8172 

idk what is triggering for any of u so if mentions of AGE GAPS, DRUG ABUSE, CAR ACCIDENTS, or SEX ADDICTIONS is sensitive stuff pls proceed with caution !!!

BACKSTORY: so . this is holland but she thinks her name is UGLY so she goes by holly 

she was born and raised in los angeles and her parents both own / run a luxury chain of rehab centers for ppl with $$$ ( u already know i want a plot involving this xx ) they are new money ! so holly really does not understand ... the spoiled lifestyle since her parents raised her pretty conciously on stories abt how they struggled as immigrants coming to a new country & making it & all that jazz

as a kid her parents would host / try to charm a lot of potential donors or clients so they’d make holly “entertain” them like as a kid she’d just be cute or maybe sing a song from chorus or just be impressively well-behaved but the older she got...the more her mom would demand from her /:

as all this was going on her parents started to have issues so instead of working it out.... holly’s dad just started traveling a whole lot to other states & countries where they had a business so growing up he wasn’t really in the picture . rip !

back to holly ! so her mom had a few close business partners and “friends” that where around holly’s family pretty much all the time and there was this one guy who was relatively younger than most of the men but still significantly older than 14 year old holly who had a huge crush. basically this man tried to take advantage of that bc hes UGLY .

one day holly’s mom caught this dude alone with holly and being way too friendly for comfort and instead of flipping on the dude she flipped on holly and was like we could lose our business and i think it’s all ur fault for causing drama” and holly was literally like What the Fuck !!! her mom cut off all ties with the dude but she still made holly feel like it was her own fault woo !!

more stuff her mom did ? yea ! one night when she was 17 she was out with this guy who had celebrity parents just eating at a nice place and drinking after and as he was driving her home, they get into a big car accident. turns out that the guy she had gone to dinner with had a coke addiction & was literally high the whole time & the only reason holly’s mom had set them up was so he’d check into their rehab center bc his famous parents were considering it but she never told holly any of that so holly was PISSED but relatively unharmed from the accident besides some bruising

basically by the time college came a bitch was ready she moved out, trying to have a fresh start away from her home life ! but college was also messy basically over the years holly developed a big dependency issue where she literally...craves attention and intimacy sososo bad bc she never got it from her family so ! she looks for it in other ppl like she needs to feel that validation so bad & she does that with really unhealthy sexual habits low key bordering addiction ! 

oh also ? since her family was never the family vacation type JSBDWJBDJ she’s never left california before so a bitch is VERY excited and if u try to make her feel bad for it . she will tell u to fuck off and let her have this !

PERSONALITY + TIDBITS: honestly one of the most sociable ppl u will ever meet she was literally raised to entertain and please so its super easy for her to make friends !! literally one of those ppl that just.....know everyone and ur like how the fuck !!! an avid social media user...are u even friends if u dont have a snap streak ? not to holly JSBDJWBDJ definitely her guilty pleasure aside from u know...sex ! 

speaking of sex she really.....ho(e)lly gets around ... 100% a chaotic bi but her trust for men is abt at a solid 0 ! she will still desperately seek validation from them though so thats fun ! she can be a gossip bc shes a gemini ... but she never does it on purpose she just ... tells funny stories & realizes half way through she was talking abt a friend’s tinder date horror story ... oops ... share secrets cautiously ! 

for someone who makes friends like its nothing shes pretty hesitant to share any real info abt herself bc she fears being rejected and abandoned ( not just romantically ) more than anything else like shes one of those ppl who ur like “oh yeah i know her!” but if someone asks u to tell them one important thing abt her ur not gonna know wtf to say

also she’s usually very amiable but if ur just .... a horrible person .. shes gonna be honest about it SDBSJWB shes got some strong opinions ! but also very unrealistic expectations in others so a lot of the time shes just ... disappointing herself for hyping u up inside her own head

she was an english major ! bc i love to self insert <3 JSDBJWBJ but she low key wishes she did something with film bc she loves editing videos & making videos abt her friends so if ur her pal ... u 100% have abt 50 videos ur a star in ! she tried to learned to speak french 100% for the aesthetic of it but only remembers like 5 words….she used to play the fucking ukulele but stopped bc her mom was like holly grow UP JSBDSJBJW shes scared of the dark /: like legit scared if she is sleeping alone a light has to stay on....and yea i dont know what else this is long enough JSDBJSWBJW IM SORRY

im out of ... juice UHHH but some basic ideas for plots are stuff to do with her family ( family friends, maybe ur muse or their family is somehow involved with her parent’s rehab center, or ur muse or their family could have been one of those business partners...whew we have possibilities !!! ), shes an only child so i would die for sibling type friendships, hmm also fwbs or just hook up connections bc those can get uhh Dramatic since she is so dependent on sex, also would die for like confidants bc thats rare for holly like sharing her deep feelings or whatever ... enemy plots are sexy but im gonna be real honest here . i suck at purely hateful connections so if u want a mean plot we gotta have depth ! JSXBDSJDB um romatic stuff too also more platonic stuff like best friends or party buddies thats literally enough i’ve been typing for HOURS . plot with me .. or Perish xx

#monaco:intro #░▓╳┊: 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒐𝒄 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕....𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 ── OOC ! #this is . so long JSDBJBJ if u dont wanna read this ? i dont blame u neither do i #not to sound like the duolingo owl but if u dont plot with me i WILL eat some poison bread and die . so /: #this is late ? on brand for me haha !

[deeeelightfuldee]

How do you feel about dreads on women? I don’t care what you do with your hair

When you’re through with school/college, do you plan on staying where you are now, or moving away? I’m thru with my bachelors degrees and might be moving. 

Who were you dating in May 2013? John

Would you date someone three years younger than you? ummmm... tbh dating younger is kind of a turn off to me. I maaaaaaaaaaaay be able to but honestly, i much prefer older than me.

Is there anything you wish you could tell someone but won’t? yeah. but it won’t do any good.

Do you feel like your life is moving forward? no. it stopped REAL sharp.

Would you ever have an open relationship? the thought of that makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

By society’s standards, are you attractive? no. 

Would you let your kid smoke weed? no, that’s not my thing

Do you wear glasses? no

Are you okay? no. but I’m trying every day, so that’s what counts. I’ll get there eventually. but right now, no not at all.

Are all guys liars and cheaters? no, definitely not. there are a lot of good eggs out there.

Are you a good artist? i’m okay depending on the medium

Do you listen to music daily? absolutely.

Are you listening to music now? no I turned it off probably 2 hours ago. been playing the K playlist. gotta add some more.

Got laid last night, didn’t you? no.

Do you say the F-word a lot? no. cussing is not something I ever picked up on.

Do you like talking on the phone? lol I always always always hated it unless it were J, K, nathan, or mom. 

Have you ever gotten a sunburn so bad it hurt to move? yes. once I asked someone to spray my back with sunscreen and they grabbed tanning oil instead of the 50 spf and they religiously sprayed me. I got 2nd degree burns on my back, my arms, the back of my legs, and my feet. i was in agony.

What medical conditions do you have? seems like not the sort of thing I will be discussing rn

Have you ever been nice to someone who treated you like crap? yea. offer grace. kill ‘em with kindness. under no circumstances do I need to be crappy because someone else is crappy. 

Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? usually I don’t tell a single person ever 

Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication? lol I did that with K like 4x. Uhhh with J 1x. Chris 1x. They all reached back out but i wasn’t into repairing “us” other than K

Are you a tease? I have been told which really makes no sense because i’m well aware of what teasing is and I very seldom do that.

Are you in a good mood? I’m much more calm today than I was yesterday. which is extremely surprising to me. i’m not in a good mood, I think I might just be slightly dead inside.

What do you think of people who save it for marriage? I respect it. also, whywould that be any of my business.

Have you ever had a one-night stand? no

Has someone ever pressured you into doing something you didn’t want to do? uhhhhhhhhh maybe like dumb stuff. like “send me a snapchat” and then i’m bein sassy like no, absolutely not. *sends one anyway* lol but no nothing serious

Would you have sex with someone you had known less than twenty-four hours? no.

Are you even into holding hands? eff yes.

Something you really want right now? k. 

Has a friendship ended recently that you wish had not? yea. i wish so badly there was any fight left in either of us.

Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs? no. tbh the last thing you need to worry about is managing a relationship when youre battling a drug addiction.

How long should people be together before they propose? I think it varies from person to person. Largely, this can vary by how long the two know one another. Like if you’ve known eachother 10 years and just dated for 6mos like go for it. You know that person well. but like hey I met you this week and we are engaged --- ehhhhhhhh thats concerning. but you do you, boo

What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships? Idc what ages other people date at so long as it’s legal and safe. for myself, I’ve dated 15 years older. I’ve never dated younger. my preference would be somewhere between like 1-9 years older

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? no.

Do you get jealous easily? for mosssssst people, no. but if I am insecure about the relationship, I can be. Or if I’m like pursuing you and you dk that yet, oooooo buddy lol

Who was your last text from? uhhhhh idk. I heard the tone go off a few mins ago but i’m not checkin’.

What are you sitting on right now? my bed

Do you have any drugs in your bedroom? Nope.

Have you ever spent the night in the hospital? many a times.

Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? ummm, sure. I don’t have any, but I’m not offended by it

Are you friends with any of your teachers on Facebook? i don’t use fb

Who have you texted today? blegh. idk.

Who was the last person you made plans with? henry

Did you ever fail your learners/drivers test? lol no. I passed them 1st try.

Are you 16 or older? ooooooolder.

Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? no. I never liked waiting week to week to watch something.

Is the sun shining bright outside right now? no. it’s midnight. the sun has long since gone down.

[justjessame]

All My Exes (One Shot)

Lieutenant Colonel Franklin Clay took a long look around the bar and wondered precisely when his life took him down the path that brought him to this particular point?  It wasn’t the WORST place he’d ever been - that would probably still be Bolivia - being dead, especially when you were still breathing would always rank all the way at the very bottom of rock bottom, but it sure as hell wasn’t the top either.  

The bartender, a woman who Roque would have absolutely warned him about being just a shade too young for ANYONE in their team, but it was best not to think of Roque, not here and now - not after, he waved his hand and she came over with a smile worn best by those in the service industry.  A smile that said “what can I get you” while also keeping the familiarity at arm’s length.  

“Can I get another?”  Clay asked, his own grin growing as his eyes took a tour of the scenery that she presented.  Long red hair, piled high in a loose knot of curls, green eyes that were highlighted with just the right amount of makeup to make them pop and snap, lips that he’d bet were naturally pinkish red and had a pout that would make a peach jealous.  She wasn’t tall, her chest level with the bar top, and the outfit she wore was one that would have fit into any of the many bars he’d frequented over the years.  Jeans, tank, pushup bra - he corrected that when she leaned over to refill his glass and realized that she was wearing a thinly padded sports bra that criss crossed under her tank, no push up needed for what was pressing up under that shirt.  “Quiet night,” he offered as she stood back, leaning against the counter parallel to his spot at the bar.  

“Observant of you,” those pink lips of hers were twitching into a smirk.  “Tuesdays tend to be slow.”  

“Must suck for you,” he took a drink from his glass and smiled as she shrugged, a lack of concern rolling off of her in waves. “Don’t you get bored?”  

“Me?”  She shook her head and the red of her curls caught the lights that kept the bottles in sharp relief.  Her smile came easily.  “Nah, I make my own fun.”  Head tilting she reached behind her and pulled out a book.  Holding it up, she hopped onto the counter she’d been leaning on.  “Lack of customers means I can catch up on my reading.”  

She wasn’t what he was expecting.  Dressed like she was, tending bar in a place like this - and instead of everything he thought he knew, she was going to open a book and get lost in the pages?  What the hell?  

“You read on slow nights?”  His eyebrow felt like it was going to leave his face soon.  “That’s your fun?”  

She snorted and looked at him over the top of her book.  “What did you think I meant?  Did you expect me to offer you a lapdance or a blow job?”  Rolling her eyes, she turned the page and let her eyes drift back to the pages.  “Sorry to disappoint you, Grandpa, but while you drink away your sorrows and regrets, I’ll read away my boredom.”  

“Grandpa?”  That was it, he was going to lose both of his fucking eyebrows.  She was going to make them leave his face.  “I’m not THAT old.”  

She giggled, looking up again and biting her lip at his reaction.  “Out of everything I JUST said, the ONE thing you picked up on and got pissed about was me making a crack about your AGE?”  She shook her head and marked her place in her book.  Hopping down from the counter, she grabbed the bottle of scotch that he was drinking from and a bottle of something else and came around the bar.  Taking the stool next to his she leaned over the bar and grabbed a glass for herself.  “That’s it, you’re too fucking sad for me to make my own fun.  Let’s have a drink and you can tell me ALL about it.”  

Clay stared at her as she poured herself a frosted glass of what he now saw was straight vodka, then topped his own off.  He was trying to wrap his head around the change of direction the entire situation just went, but she was staring at him as she took her first drink.  “What’s your name?”  

Her lips curled into a smile and he wondered how they’d taste.  “You can call me, Ettie.” 

Clay didn’t know how it happened.  How the evening went from him sitting at a bar drinking and thinking about how attractive the bartender was to sitting next to her, drinking together and sharing stories about shitty exes?  

“I had this one,” Ettie started, rolling her eyes and reaching for the bottle of scotch because his glass was growing thin.  “I swear I still don’t know how I missed the crazy.  I should have been able to SMELL it.  Slashed tires.  Broken phones.  I think I could blame the death of my cat -”  

Clay’s eyes went wide.  “Killed your cat?”  Ettie nodded.  “Damn, that IS crazy.”  He remembered a different time.  A graveyard in Bolivia and being reminded of his OWN checkered past.  “I had this one,” he shook his head and took a drink from his glass to fortify himself for the memory.

Amber.  God, she was gorgeous.  He met her by chance, at the grocery store of all fucking places.  He’d gone in to grab - it didn’t matter - there she was, wearing a white sundress made of that weird lacy fabric that’s heavier than lace? What’s that called?  

“Crochet?”  Ettie supplied, taking a sip of her vodka and smiling around the cool glass.  

Yeah, crochet.  Her skin was so dark, she loved the sunlight and the beach.  They were talking about how much she couldn’t wait to go out the next day - while they were in the check out lane and the next thing he knew he had her phone number.  

First date was great.  They had dinner and they came back to her place.  She told him that she was going through a divorce.  Her and her husband were separated, but it was over.  He stayed the night and woke up to this huge man standing over him with a knife and thought - SEPARATED?!

He left while they were screaming at one another.  She called him and SWORE her husband had broken into the apartment.  He didn’t know boundaries.  They were over.  So they went out again.  And he stayed over again.  The husband didn’t wake Clay up, but he started to pull away.  She was a little too clingy.  She was asking - second date, remember - when she could move into HIS place?  Where did I see THEM going?  And on and on.  

He was heading out of town, for work, and Clay heard this screaming and then a bang - she shot him. 

“She SHOT you?!”  Ettie’s eyes were wide.  “Like with a gun?”  

Clay nodded.  “Just in my leg.”  He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.  

Ettie stared at him for a long moment, taking a sip of her drink almost absently.  “Who ARE you?”  

Clay chuckled.  “I’m GRANDPA, remember?”  

Rolling her eyes, Ettie studied him.  “So Amber shot you, in the leg, and you just went about your business like -” she shrugged and he nodded, taking his own drink.  “Alright.”  

“You had an ex who killed your cat,” he reminded her.  

“Murdered my pussy,” she nodded, and he snorted.  “I’m thinking my exes were NORMAL crazy and you had fucked up crazy exes.”  

“I did have one who planted a bomb in my car.”  He laughed as her eyebrows tried to escape from her face.  Finally.  

Emma.  What was there to say about Emma?  He didn’t actually sleep with Emma, that was a very important note to make.  In fact, he wasn’t entirely sure why Emma ever fixated on him so heavily.  

They had met through work.  

“Work?”  Ettie asked, eyebrow still elevated and waiting for something to lower its expectations.  None came.  “Come on, give us a bone.” 

Work, that’s all there needs to be said.  Emma was a work colleague.  And she saw in Clay something special.  It was unfortunate that he missed the memo and the signs.  Right up until he sat down in the car that was a literal ticking time bomb.  

“How did you know?”  Ettie was staring at him like he MIGHT actually be more interesting than her book.  “I mean, about the bomb?”  

“She called,” Clay shrugged again.  “Not me, but one of my other work -”

“Colleagues.”  His drinking buddy supplied with a nod.  “And this coworker knew how to diffuse the situation?”  

Clay’s grin had his dimples coming out to play.  “I work with a lot of specialists.”  

“Huh,” Ettie was digesting this information and missed the fact that his glass was getting well below the bartender’s level of comfort.  He reached for the bottle and topped himself off.  “So you were shot and nearly blown up by your exes?”  

“Yup.”  He nodded, thinking about the hotel in Bolivia that he and Aisha had burned down and the one stateside that they made resemble a slice of Swiss cheese.  

“You’re worse at this shit than I am,” she shook her head and took another drink.  “That’s almost impressive, but mostly it’s sad.”  

He laughed, drawing her attention and making her smile come back.  “Thanks.”  

“Stating the obvious,” she shrugged.  “Shit, is that the time?”  Her eyes had landed on his watch.  “Closing time is closing in.”  Hopping off the stool, she moved back to the professional side of the bar.  “Lucky me, there’s not a hell of a lot of clean up to do.”  

“Yeah, two glasses and two bottles,” Clay nodded, pulling out his wallet, but she held out her hand.  “I can’t let you pay for my -”

“Sure you can,” she grinned.  “I own the bar, asshole.”  Shaking her head, her grin grew as the bell rang out that someone was coming in.  Her eyes lit up when they landed on the person coming closer.  “Look what the cat drug in.” 

“Stop saying that,” the tall brunette muttered, coming closer and leaning over the bar to kiss Ettie.  “It sounds like you think I look disgusting.”  She was staring at the smaller redhead with a soft smile on her lips, and Clay felt extremely jealous.  “Oh, sorry.”  She stood up and held out her hand.  “Etta Ray is a complete ass when it comes to introducing people.  I’m Catrina, and you are?” 

#Franklin Clay #The Losers (2010) #alternative universe #mention of smut #one shot #drabble #humor

[matsbarzal]

Just a Hookup - William Nylander

Note: whatta creative title for my actual dad that i love so much. no but seriously, i kind of like this one and kind of don’t but i hope you guys enjoy!!

Smut: Yes | No

Warnings: smut yall

Request: Can you do a William nylander smut?? Love your writing btw💜 

It was the same thing every offseason, Willy would leave for Sweden after the Marlies or Leafs were pushed out of the playoffs, and you would be stuck back home in Toronto, unable to follow your best friend to his hometown. It wasn’t really expected of you though, as to everyone else, you were just friends, and nothing more.

William hid the true intentions of your relationship from everyone, not wanting to jeopardize your dating life because you weren’t an actual couple. Just a hookup, always just a hookup. There were times that you thought that maybe he wanted to change that, and put an actual label on what you guys were doing, but it was always just a hookup.

Regardless of that issue, he was still your best friend. Which is what had you standing in the airport, waiting for his floppy blonde hair to appear from the terminal, and when it finally did, you almost squealed in excitement as you ran towards him. You collided with him, the only thing keeping the two of you upright being the newfound strength that the Swede had gained over the summer.

“I’ve missed you!” You yelled into his ear, aggressively holding him in a hug, which he easily reciprocated.

“I’ve missed you too, you weirdo.”

William gently pried your hands off his body, grabbing his fallen suitcase and gesturing for you to direct them to your car. This was always how it went, you would attack him in a loving embrace and he would then direct you to get out of the airport so he could show you the actual embrace he preferred.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally found your car in the maze that is Toronto Pearson airport, a huffing and annoyed William trailing behind you.

“You pick me up every year, and you lose your car… every fucking year.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his grumbling as he shoved his luggage into your backseat and your trunk, trying to fit as much of his stuff in the back so it didn’t have to come up to the front with the two of you. He, thankfully, was able to shove it all in the back before moving to the passenger seat.

“Thanks for the help, (Y/N).”

“Anytime, Will.”

The Swede pouted at you, before grabbing the aux chord from your hands and plugging it into your phone. “Sorry, we’re not listening to Lana Del Rey the entire ride to my apartment. Not in that mood for that shitty shit today.”  

Ignoring his jab at your choice of music, you began the drive to his apartment, ignoring the occasional glance that he sent your way during the ride.

You weren’t oblivious, you knew what he wanted from the subtle touches to your hip and the ‘accidental’ brush up against your ass, but you weren’t playing into his games anymore. You couldn’t feel the way you felt every time he brought someone else to his apartment, or the way he talked about the girl’s home in Sweden, you weren’t allowed to be jealous of it, but you were, and you were done with it. And sadly, that took progress, which started with denying him what he wanted.

“(Y/N)… help me unpack… pleaseeeee.” Raising your eyebrow at the fully grown man in front of you, who was currently dropping everything in his hands on the floor to practically beg you to help him; you just simply shook your head and laughed.

“You never help me, Willy. Sucks to suck, buddy.”

The man in question continued to grumble under his breath at your words, moaning and complaining the entire time. You ignored it, once again, clicking your phone on so you could scroll through Instagram.

Liking a few pictures, you stopped when you noticed a comment on Willy’s newest post.

Alexnylander good luck with you know who in Toronto!! ;)))

Truthfully, you didn’t want to know who he was talking about, because it sure as hell wasn’t you. Skipping past the picture, you liked a few more before William’s grumbling became too annoying.

“Jesus, Will, can we do something else so you’ll shut up for 10 minutes?”

He eagerly accepted, proclaiming that you were going to watch ‘a movie’ with him, and you didn’t get to choose which movie because you were being ‘too mean to him’. His comments just made you laugh, ignoring the look of mock hurt that crawled across his face.

After a few seconds of shuffling through his movie cabinet, like usual, the blue of the Notebook’s cover page appeared just as a groan sounded from your throat. “Again?”

“Again!”

Every single time you watched a movie together and he got to choose, it was always The Notebook, literally… always.

After setting the movie up and turning the lights off, the Swede climbed into bed beside you, immediately cuddling up to your body and claiming it was too cold in the room to not cuddle. “You love it anyways, (Y/N), so shush and watch the movie.”

You obliged, facing towards the screen and focusing on the beginning of the movie. Your focus was interrupted a few minutes in when you felt his hand gently rubbing up and down your clothed thigh, an obvious indication of what he wanted. You tried to ignore it, but he just became more persistent and used the leverage of moving up higher closer towards where you knew moisture was growing.

You shifted up a bit, so that his hand was closer towards your knee, while subtly trying to move your leg away from him. Unfortunately, his hand followed wherever your thigh went.

“(Y/N)…”

You turned to face him, just as the feeling of his soft lips on yours reached your brain. It took you a second to realize what was going on, and when you did, you knew you were fucked. You couldn’t stop, the feeling he gave you was like a drug, it was addictive and unhealthy, but you loved it… so much.

Eagerly pressing your lips against his, the Swede pushed himself on top of you, holding himself up with his elbows. He left your lips to begin peppering kisses down your neck, stopping when your shirt got in the way to lift it gently off your body, coaxing you to lift your arms so he could. You allowed him to remove it, your own reasoning trying to persuade your impulses to stop, but you couldn’t.

He didn’t bother to remove the bra, just pushed the cup aside before his lips attached themselves to one of your rosy buds. The blonde eagerly sucked on it, occasionally scraping it with his teeth before moving to the other one, small groans leaving your lips at every one of his ministrations. You could feel him rutting against the bed at your sounds, which you knew he loved.

After a few more minutes of that, he continued to pepper kisses down your body before reaching your pants, looking up at you to make sure you were okay with it. Once again, your impulses took over and you nodded down.

Within seconds, both your pants and panties were off, as he looked upon your wet core hungrily. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you’re turned on, (Y/N). It’s so fucking hot.”

That was new. Sex between the two of you was always a quiet affair, no dirty talk, just moans and groans and slaps. You both, originally, didn’t want it to get too intimate, which made his comments even weirder.

Choosing to just moan at his words, he eagerly pressed his mouth to your dripping core, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. You could feel the smug grin that took over his face at your sounds, which had you closing your thighs tightly around his head, to implicate that you weren’t interested in him being a smug bastard tonight.

He obviously got the hint, his tongue spreading out to lick a line from your entrance all the way to the bundle of nerves at the top of your core. William repeatedly did that, each time releasing a loud moan from your lips, and a shake from your lower body. He continued that until you were gripping his hair, tugging on it hard enough that he moved his head to look up at you.

“Fuck me, please.”

William shook his head almost immediately, “No, tonight’s about you, not me.”

You were baffled by his words, but you couldn’t think of it as his lips went back to your clit, licking and sucking you to an orgasm that had your eyes rolling back and your hips bucking into his mouth. You opened your eyes to look at him, just to see how intensely he was looking at you.

A few seconds of a staring contest resulted in him repressing his lips to yours. He pulled away to look at you again, “I fucking love when you cum in my mouth and make those sounds, you look so fucking gorgeous.”

Your train of thought refocused on his words, once again baffling you as to why he was saying these kinds of things, especially when he never did. “Willy…”

“No, let me finish. I fucking love making you cum, and making you moan my name when I fuck you, or how you gag when you give me head. I know this isn’t the time, but I want that all the time, not just occasionally, but like… all the time. I want morning sex, and after practice sex, and victory sex, and I wanna be able to not worry that you’re gonna say no because you have a boyfriend, or that you’re fucking someone else. But I also wanna see you in my jerseys all the time, or my shirts, I wanna see you cooking in my kitchen, I literally want everything.” All the words rushed from his mouth, with each word leaving, a tinge of red followed on his cheeks. When he was done, his face was as red as a tomato, and he was looking at you awkwardly.

“Do you get every girl naked and then say this?”

“Fuck you and tell me if you want it too.” The Swede practically growled at you, his own nerves showing in his aggression.

“Well like… yeah, but I don’t have a jersey for you to wear of mine right now, sorry buddy.”

All the blonde did was laugh, pushing forward to once again press his lips against yours. Pulling away, you looked at him, “So like, can I put my pants on now or?”

#william nylander #william nylander imagines #nhl imagines #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs #requested #mine #smut

[drsxckness]

Connections

im open to just about everything. this is just a master list i found because im bad about thinking up new connections! So if you want something not on the list feel free to shoot me a message <3

{ friendship connections }

best friends ;; a partner in crime, the ying to the yang. the pair or more that are typically attached by the hip, consult each other, and couldn't live without one another. bad influence ;; best friends who constantly encourage each other to do bad things (drugs/partying/cheating/etc). good influence ;; best friend who look out for each other and often act as a conscience to each other. family friends ;; friends who met through family, could either be close or it be an awkward situation because they don't really get along or know each other well. childhood friends ;; friends since the diaper days, could be a brother/sister or sister/sister type connection. friends with lingering feelings ;; self explanatory, friends where either one or both have some kind of romantic feelings that pass more then just friends. friendzoned ;; dun dun duh, a friend who wanted to be something more but was denied. partying buddies ;; a friendship that relies on nothing more then alcohol, drugs, going out and having a wild time. you could add more to this by having them occasionally hook up with intoxicated or something like that. confident/cornerstone ;; someone who acts as a shoulder to lean on and someone to vent to.

{ enemy connections }

frienemies ;; they’re nice to each others faces and act like friends but are constantly talking badly about each other. friends turned enemies ;; a pair of people who were friends up until a certain point, but either realized they never really liked each other or one just dropped the other. enemies because of a boy/girl ;; the two are fighting for the affection/attention of the same person. competition/rivals ;; the two are always in competition whether it be over grades, athletics, or attention

{ current romantic connections }

friends with benefits ;; friends who hook up and either have or haven't blurred the lines between the physical and emotional connection. relationship on the rocks ;; a relationship that if falling apart at the seams, the spark is gone but they just haven't cut the cord. mutual crushes ;; either they both have feelings for each other that is p obvious but aren't ready to take the next step. or it can be one sided or both could be completely oblivious to the other liking them. secret relationship ;; a relationship kept on the down low because of whatever reason. one night stand ;; pretty straight forward. could have been a in the moment thing, alcohol could have been involved. they could either be acting as if it didn't happen, or completely awkward around each other because of it. casual hook up ;; they aren't friends, but will call each other whenever they need a lil sexual intercourse. basically like a booty call. will they, won't they ;; a pair of friends or maybe not friends who constantly flirt and act like a couple but it's teetering on a cliff on whether or not they'll take that step. on again, off again ;; (ariana's voice) make up, break up, total waste of time. this is basically a couple that you'd get whiplash from on whether or not they are together. fling ;; an in the moment type thing where both know it's not going to last or go past a certain point. maybe like a rebound. plot twist one actually catches some heavy duty feelings.

{ past romantic connections }

exes that ended good terms ;; a pair of exes that were on the same page when they broke up and have remained good friends and supportive of each other moving on/forward. exes that ended on bad terms ;; a pair of exes that were 10/10 not on the same page and it's all animosity between them and hate and aNGST. maybe one cheated, or just thought their shit didn't stink and bailed with no explanation. the skies the limit for this. exes that still hook up ;; a pair of exes that broke up but there is still that lingering sexual chemistry between them so the most talking they do know is without their clothes on. exes with lingering feelings ;; exes that broke up but still have feelings towards each other and can't help but feel jealous/hurt seeing the other with someone else. ex friends with benefits ;; they thought they had it, but in the end it didn't work. could be because deeper feelings got involved, a relationship started with someone else, fighting, etc. ex affair ;; basically they were the cheater or the other woman/man but it ended for whatever reason. first loves ;; they started dating when they were younger and were each others first serious relationship. that person that will always have that place no matter what.

#connections

[rculettex]

connections

im open to just about everything. this is just a master list i found because im bad about thinking up new connections! So if you want something not on the list feel free to shoot me a message <3

{ friendship connections }

best friends ;; a partner in crime, the ying to the yang. the pair or more that are typically attached by the hip, consult each other, and couldn't live without one another. bad influence ;; best friends who constantly encourage each other to do bad things (drugs/partying/cheating/etc). good influence ;; best friend who look out for each other and often act as a conscience to each other. family friends ;; friends who met through family, could either be close or it be an awkward situation because they don't really get along or know each other well. childhood friends ;; friends since the diaper days, could be a brother/sister or sister/sister type connection. friends with lingering feelings ;; self explanatory, friends where either one or both have some kind of romantic feelings that pass more then just friends. friendzoned ;; dun dun duh, a friend who wanted to be something more but was denied. partying buddies ;; a friendship that relies on nothing more then alcohol, drugs, going out and having a wild time. you could add more to this by having them occasionally hook up with intoxicated or something like that. confident/cornerstone ;; someone who acts as a shoulder to lean on and someone to vent to.

{ enemy connections }

frienemies ;; they’re nice to each others faces and act like friends but are constantly talking badly about each other. friends turned enemies ;; a pair of people who were friends up until a certain point, but either realized they never really liked each other or one just dropped the other. enemies because of a boy/girl ;; the two are fighting for the affection/attention of the same person. competition/rivals ;; the two are always in competition whether it be over grades, athletics, or attention

{ current romantic connections }

friends with benefits ;; friends who hook up and either have or haven't blurred the lines between the physical and emotional connection. relationship on the rocks ;; a relationship that if falling apart at the seams, the spark is gone but they just haven't cut the cord. mutual crushes ;; either they both have feelings for each other that is p obvious but aren't ready to take the next step. or it can be one sided or both could be completely oblivious to the other liking them. secret relationship ;; a relationship kept on the down low because of whatever reason. one night stand ;; pretty straight forward. could have been a in the moment thing, alcohol could have been involved. they could either be acting as if it didn't happen, or completely awkward around each other because of it. casual hook up ;; they aren't friends, but will call each other whenever they need a lil sexual intercourse. basically like a booty call. will they, won't they ;; a pair of friends or maybe not friends who constantly flirt and act like a couple but it's teetering on a cliff on whether or not they'll take that step. on again, off again ;; (ariana's voice) make up, break up, total waste of time. this is basically a couple that you'd get whiplash from on whether or not they are together. fling ;; an in the moment type thing where both know it's not going to last or go past a certain point. maybe like a rebound. plot twist one actually catches some heavy duty feelings.

{ past romantic connections }

exes that ended good terms ;; a pair of exes that were on the same page when they broke up and have remained good friends and supportive of each other moving on/forward. exes that ended on bad terms ;; a pair of exes that were 10/10 not on the same page and it's all animosity between them and hate and aNGST. maybe one cheated, or just thought their shit didn't stink and bailed with no explanation. the skies the limit for this. exes that still hook up ;; a pair of exes that broke up but there is still that lingering sexual chemistry between them so the most talking they do know is without their clothes on. exes with lingering feelings ;; exes that broke up but still have feelings towards each other and can't help but feel jealous/hurt seeing the other with someone else. ex friends with benefits ;; they thought they had it, but in the end it didn't work. could be because deeper feelings got involved, a relationship started with someone else, fighting, etc. ex affair ;; basically they were the cheater or the other woman/man but it ended for whatever reason. first loves ;; they started dating when they were younger and were each others first serious relationship. that person that will always have that place no matter what.

#connections

[saintbalor-blog]

“ DIRTY (MURDEROUS) TALK ? ROMANTIC AS HELL ! ”

REQUEST: also a concept: a girl hooking up with Patrick on-and-off catches feelings for henry????

REQUEST: Im not sure if its been done yet but if not, what about one where the reader is dating patrick but getting OVERLY flirty with Henry whenever they’re all together just to get her kicks?

AUTHORS NOTE: this took me forever because i am god awful at sex + sh*t happened at home but pls enjoy buddies 👏🏼💗

Gripping onto her thick backpack strap with one hand and the other stressfully running through her hair from the hellish day at school, she pushed through the crowd of students just as eager as her to go home — for different reasons — while her pupils darted from face to face in search of the one she had agreed to meet up with after school for another one of their ‘dates’; codeword for his parents are out of town and he’s in need of a good fuck. Not receiving any sight of Patrick Hockstetter nearby, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout at the thought that she’d have to wait for him outside in the heat but quickly subsided when she caught sight of a solution, she headed towards the desolated shade a nearby tree provided. Nearing the sweet escape from the heat, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up into a smile at the reasoning behind the loneliness of the shade despite the lack of mercy the sun was providing them.

Tossing her backpack filled with textbooks over to the empty spot next to where Henry was seated against the tree, the sound of the sudden impact startling him and interrupting his usual smoke break before he darted off to search for the guys, he broke his intent stare on the brick wall ahead of him and looked at the girl heading his way. The losing fight against the smile threatening to make an appearance due to his favorite sight was enough to make him briskly look away, knowing if he looked a second longer then his soft facial features would break free from the blank expression he cursed them with.

Henry secretly watched from his peripheral view as she let herself get comfortable on the grass patch next to him, the cigarette dangling between his lips losing its position as his calming factor now that she was sitting here. The sparkling glint living in her eyes each time she looked at him served as the drug’s replacement, sparking a fire in his chest that the cigarette lacked the skill to do yet she never failed to do so when she looked at him with those damn eyes.

Sitting with her denim clothed legs crossed, her sharp elbows digging into her thighs and her palms cradling her face, she arched an eyebrow in Henry’s direction; unsure of why he was still trying to keep up the cool persona if they’ve been around each other for so long now. Following the trail of his hand when he stubbed the cigarette on the patch of dirt behind them, tossing the now useless stick on the floor and dropping his gaze on her, he felt himself tense under her intent stare on him — not used to the idea of having the attention of a girl he was interested in for this long.

“Waiting for me, Bowers?” She coyly teased, unaware of the effect the smile she gave him had on him.

“Wouldn’t that be a dream for you.” Henry tersely spoke, his tone oozing with a faux annoyance she’s heard him constantly use on her and his friends; not realizing that this time it was real as he knew what her plans after school were due to a blabby, lanky, brunette during their lunch period.

“Have you seen Hockstetter?”

Y/N’s innocent question was the tipping point to the kettle of anger brewing inside him towards her and Patrick, her mind seeming too oblivious to acknowledge that maybe their little flirting was real on one side. Oblivious or not to his own feelings, Y/N was smart enough to remember the fact that if she ever seriously acted out on her own share of feelings towards Bowers which have been growing recently, she would never live to see another day if news broke out to Patrick.

“Why? You gonna fuck him again, you whore?” Henry’s words for her were venomous, his mind already knowing the answer to his much dreaded question as he forced himself to look down at the girl he felt he was robbed of by his pal.

“Careful, Henry. It sounds like there’s some hostility in your voice there.” She fired back, removing a hand from the side of her face and softly pinching Henry’s cheek like a loving mother would with her little angry baby. “Aw, is baby Bowers jealous?”

The question was innocent, a harmless joke to ease the tense mood Henry had created, but it seemed to jab at something inside of him without her realizing. Swiftly closing his hand around her wrist, her index finger and thumb letting the skin of his face escape from their hold, there was a shared silence lacking awkwardness shared between them from the action — both of them enjoying the feeling of his hands on her, more than they should.

“Please, why would I ever want Patrick’s sloppy seconds?”

She would have had a snarky comeback to Henry’s constant slut shaming towards her if it wasn’t for her mind wandering off into a spiral of thoughts because of his touch. The way his fingers curled around her wrist in what should be a threatening manner yet it felt much gentler than any touch Patrick could ever give her, the way his gaze held on her was filled with a certain emotional want she wasn’t used to receiving from her usual ‘fling’, it all raced through her mind as she let him continue to hold onto her in hopes that she could feel this for just a few more moments.

“Well, look at this little love fest here.”

The sound of a third voice entering their circle caused both of them to act hastily at the sound, Henry dropping her wrist as if it were coated with infections and her stumbling to her feet to place the necessary space between her and the boy she wasn’t supposed to be sharing touches with. Wide, guilty, eyes looked up at Patrick as she watched him snatch the backpack from the floor and swing it across his shoulder. Henry’s jaw clenched at the sight, his gaze falling back on the wall straight ahead to distract himself as he heard them begin to leave; his mind constantly replaying back to the feeling of his hand on her.

“Ready to head out?” Patrick asked her, his tone appearing sweet to an innocent bystander but Y/N knew him better. She knew what that sickly tone meant, especially after what he saw, yet she still found herself taking his outstretched hand and falling into step with him — walking away from the boy who could actually offer her something serious.

🎈

“You’re seriously gonna be a drama queen about this?”

The question, taking a lot more confidence than she ever thought she could possess in his presence, was hanging in the air as Patrick remained seated at the end of his bed. His long fingers grasped onto his sheets as he stared down the girl, bunching the fabric up underneath his palms with a ferocity that made her wonder what damage it would do if it was her neck under them instead of sheets. Ignoring her question, not wanting to give time to disrespectful remarks thrown his away from someone who could never match up to him, he plastered a wide smile on his face and loosened his grip on the bedsheets.

“Come ‘ere.” Patrick’s tone, not as inviting as intended, sent chills down her spine when her mind ran through a variety of scenarios he could put her through now that they were all alone in his home.

Much against the rational part of her, she found herself tossing her annoyance to the side and waltzing into the outstretched, slender, arm waiting for her. Sighing in defeat at his arm securely hooking around her waist, pulling her frigid body in between his long legs, she flinched at the way he jerked her face forward with his hand placed behind her neck. Her lengthy eyelashes danced across the tops of her cheekbones when he pushed his lips against her lip balm coated ones, the sweet taste of artificial strawberry invading his. Placing her smaller hands against the sides of his face, feeling the dips of his pronounced cheekbones and pulling him closer with a desire that was growing to be a regular between them, she could feel the familiar feeling at the pit of her stomach when she felt his boner pressing against the crotch of his jeans; knowing what was next.

Gasping at the pinching feeling present at her mouth, crimson droplets escaping the surface of her bottom lip from Patrick’s teeth digging into it, she momentarily broke apart from the boy to reach up and wipe the blood off of her face. The hand around her waist moved from her hip to a deathly grip around her wrist, halting her cleaning action and letting Patrick bask at the sight of the deep red liquid trailing down her mouth to her chin. Pushing her face forward by the back of her neck and closer to his own, a pleasurable shudder traveled up her body when she felt the warmth of his tongue glide over the bloody trail. Her blood stained his flushed lips, making the grin he shot at her seem all the more lecherous when he took her by both of her wrists and threw her on her back on his bed.

A sense of pride swelled up in his chest at the sight of flustered girl looking up at him with an expression that almost oozed want, yearning for him to fuck her already, loving how submissive she had become for him in the little time they’ve spent together.

Slipping her shirt off of her and pulling her denim jeans off with ease, he crawled atop of her in just plaid boxers and took her throat in the hold of his large, rough, hand. Stealing another gasp from her, the breath of air escaping through her bruised and cut up lip, she eagerly tilted her head up to give him easier access to choke her; loving the feeling of his fingers curling around her neck and risking the chance of him applying more pressure than needed if he wanted.

“You look so good, shit. You’re all mine, Y/N, no one else’s.” Patrick gawked at how attractive her half naked body looked under his, the lethal grip on her throat growing tight in excitement. “You’ll never be anyone else’s, okay? Even if I don’t want to fuck you anymore or even look your way, you’re still all fucking mine.” Y/N absent mindlessly nodded at his threatening words, already understanding the imaginary contract she mercilessly signed with her body the day she agreed to fuck him in the boy’s lockers room for the first time.

Moaning at his loveless touch, her body arching up to him when his fingers began rubbing circular motions against her underwear. She quickly forgot about the heavy annoyance she felt towards his petty jealousy about her and Henry, her only focus being the way his fingers heavily pressed against the damp cloth, his mouth pressing up against the skin resting above the waist band of her underwear to sloppily leave a trail of not so sweet kisses.

Eyes now wide from how hard he was holding her by the throat, she idly watched as he brought his lips up to her ear and squirmed when he pushed himself into her without warning. Teeth clenched in pain and tears prickling at the rim of her eyes when he thrusted into her, she felt his hot breath against her ear and expected him to give her the usual dirty words he spewed with an, obvious, faux sweet tone coating them. She let her fingers get lost in his dark brown locks, waiting for his false words to push her to her edge as his thrusts grew slower and longer but instead, she was met with him loosening up his hold on her throat and words she never dreamed of hearing.

“I just wanna tell you that if you ever betray me, I swear I’ll murder your ass without second thought, baby.” Patrick whispered in her ear as if it was regular dirty talk he recalled seeing in those videos he sometimes used to get himself off before bed. “I’ll — I’ll drive a knife right into your chest and twist it around in there, let you suffer a little bit before I drive a bullet in between your eyes.”

“Patrick—“

She wasn’t sure anymore if she was breathing his name because of the amazing sensation he was giving her between her legs or the shock factor his dirty talk held; the thought of killing her turning him on more than she could with her own hands and mouth.

“Shh, I’m not done talking.” Patrick squeezed her throat tighter as a sign to stop talking, the adrenaline in her increasing in volumes as she wondered if he was actually going to live out his dream today with the way he was allowing her little to no air in the moment. “Don’t you wanna know what I’d do to you, honey?” He cooed, the pet names not falling well off his tongue since she knew he only utilized them when he had ill intentions.

“Then I’d fuck around with your little, lifeless, body for a bit till I get bored.” He continued, even though, she hadn’t offered him a yes to his previous question; the lack of air and the way he felt inside of her not providing enough distraction from his threats. “Then I’ll cut you up into pieces, maybe even leave a piece for Henry since you want to get all handsy with him now.”

And there it was, there was the reasoning that she was sure led him to think of her in that position he was voicing, the excitement trailing his words becoming a little too much for her.

“I didn’t —“

She helplessly tried once again, only to be interrupted by herself moaning when he hit that spot. Sliding her hands down his back, her nails digging into the smooth skin and tainting it with red lines, the pleasure of her doing that only providing him with more fuel to continue.

“Then, I’ll hide the pieces of your dead body so well that you’ll be as good as gone as those missing kids we’ve been hearing about. Your parents will never get closure about what happened to their little girl.”

Patrick let a hand loosely trail down the curve of her side, stopping when he felt the familiar jutting of her hip bone and gripping well enough to leave his fingers imprinted on her with a deep, indigo hue the next day. She let her eyelids drape her eyes, the feelings becoming all too much for her to handle at once; him inside of her, the vile words he was feeding her, his hands working on leaving marks that she was his.

“You want that, baby?” Patrick grabbed onto her face with force, fingers digging into the hollows of her cheeks and forcing her to look up at his panting face. “You want me to make your parents wish you never met a boy like me?”

“N-No.” Y/N struggled to speak from the way her mind rather wanted to focus on him fucking her, the never ending hold on her throat not helping her focus on his words.

“So, stop being a little slut with other boys.” Patrick sneered, giving her face a brief squeeze and dropping his hand from her face when he felt himself begin reach his tipping point. “Then, maybe I’ll reconsider it but if I see Henry lay one finger on you, I’ll make sure I keep my word. Okay?”

Y/N nodded, unaware at the gravity of the situation she was agreeing to, their bodies desperate for the release they were about to receive.

“Good girl.” Patrick panted after he felt himself come inside of her, watching her take a deep breath in when he freed her neck from his tight hold, grinning down at the red hand prints visible on the side of her neck.

Patrick removed himself off of her tired and bruised body, sliding his boxers back on at the side of his bed and running a clammy hand through his hair, feeling how damp it was with sweat when he looked down at her in a studious way. Had it not been for the expression on her flushed face that basically read fear all over, he could’ve seen himself going for a round two from the sight of her naked and battered body so delicately splayed across his bed.

“What’s up with you?” Patrick asked, his body empty of the sense of jealousy and anger he felt earlier and instead replaced with an almost euphoric feeling.

“Nothing.” She mumbled with uncertainty, still shaken up from the grave seriousness his voice held when he was talking about his murder fantasy in bed — the one where she was the main star and he was the killer.

“We’re gonna go hang with the guys now, you can walk home after so hurry up and get dressed.”

Taking one last satisfied glance in her direction before he headed to the front door to wait for her, she felt her blood grow cold at the smile he flashed her, knowing that this would be a test on his words and she wasn’t sure if she would pass; aware that she had no control over Henry’s actions.

#patrick hockstetter one shot #patrick hockstetter imagine