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drakenology · 3 years

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Yeah, My Boyfriend’s In A Band

guitarist!todoroki x fem!reader

summary: something straight outta wattpad! you go to a rock band’s concert and stand front row of the stage. The band’s vocalist /guitarist catches your eye and.. well, the rest is history! this is the story of how you first met.

author’s note: soooo.. how yall been? i kinda said fuck it to the schedule i made. why force myself to make content when I just can’t ya know? I’d much rather upload content when it’s at it’s best. so enjoy! I used some lyrics from some of my favorite rock songs for this, can you guess em? Also the art work above isn’t mine!

warnings: smut (duh.), drug use (weed), size kink, pinch of daddy kink, spitting, degradation

It was a hot Saturday night. You were all dressed up and excited to see your favorite heavy metal band the Diaspora play in your city. You were a huge fan, their posters adorned your bedroom walls. You’ve been a fan since they first came out as a cover band.

The members were all pretty fuckin cute, especially the band’s front man. Todoroki Shoto.

He was so handsome; black and red half and half hair, grey sullen eyes, the sexy scar on the left side of his face only adding to the edginess of his visage. His tattoos coated his left arm in a sleeve, his eyebrow pierced as well as his lower lip. He was fucking hot. Obviously not the kind of guy who would pay any attention to you right?

You threw on the Diaspora t-shirt you bought just weeks before the show and tied it in the back so it could be a little cropped and called your uber, frantically spraying perfume in a panic that you were going to be late to the concert. You ran outside, saying goodnight to your roommate as you rush out the door and jump into the car.

“Hey. I’m Shoto Todoroki and I’m the lead singer and guitarist for the band The Diaspora. Hope to see you guys at the show tonight at 8.” You hear as smoothe and sultry voice play over the radio.

You swoon and text some buddies who were also going to the show in excitement, the rush going straight to your brain in a haze as you blast some of their music in your headphones.

When you arrive to the stadium, you spot your best friend from highschool Nejire Hado. You two actually grew up together and even graduated together. It was like you two were sisters, inseparable since birth. Nejire saw you and waved excitedly, squealing with glee and motioned you to come to her spot in line.

“Y/N!!!! Over here!!” She yelled, causing you to run over and jump up and down with her.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” You say.

“Me either! Hey, did you hear? There’s rumor’s going around that their having an after party after the show! We have to go, Y/N please say yes.” Nejire rambled, clapping her hands with an inability to contain her excitement.

You look down at your shoes, unsure at first. What if you aren’t even allowed inside? It could be VIP only.

“Fuck it. Let’s go!” You say, causing Nejire to scream and laugh with joy.

Suddenly, the band’s security comes outside to greet the fans waiting to come inside for the show.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please enter in a single fil-“ the poor guy couldn’t even finish his sentence before hundreds of eager fans rush past him and squeeze into the stadium doors, running as fast as the could to get to their seats.

Luckily for you and Nejire, you had front row tickets. Those days of refreshing the page for them as they sold out every second really paid off. You grab Nejire’s hand and run inside, elbowing and clawing your way through to your spot with your best friend by your side. The lights suddenly go dim and the crowd goes insane.

The show’s about to start. You heart seemed to float up into your throat as you stood sweating and nervous, Nejire screaming her head off and jumping up and down when the band came rising up from the bottom of the stage. Smoke covers them for a while until it clears and all you see is Todoroki standing above you, the real him finally being exposed to you as you gaze from the crowd.

He was even more handsome in person. Tonight he wore black jeans and a white band tank top ,showing off his muscular and tattooed arms. Chains hung on his hip and his boots as he propped his foot up on the amplifier in front of him.

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” He screamed into the mic, causing the crowd to scream impossibly louder. He smirked, causing you to feel woozy just seeing him look so smug, as if he knew the effects he had on his fans.

You could’ve died right there a happy woman as the band started to play their hit single, the gritty sound of the electric guitar sending chills up your spine as you and Nejire headbang and dance to the music. You sing along to the top of your lungs, watching as Todoroki owned the stage. You gaze up at him again to see something completely and utterly unbelievable.

He was looking right at you.

You gasp, your eyes widening as you lock eyes with him. Shoto kneeled down towards you and reached his hand out to you. You almost scream and grab his tattooed hand with both of your own and smile at him, keeping your eyes focused on his. Shoto took your hand and kissed it as he sang a pretty racy part of his song to you,

“I wanna take you home.” (sleeping with sirens fans?? your nickle aint worth my dime???? NO?)

Oh. My. God

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! Y/N, HE-“ Nejire screamed, just as excited as you. You stood there shocked and flustered, staring into space. Todoroki fucking Shoto just kissed your hand. Shoto smirked and let your hand go, continuing the rest of his show in hopes you got the message. He wanted you. It was common sense that you go to the afterparty now.

The show continued for another 2 hours, Todoroki now dripping in sweat from the hot lights shining upon him and his band.

“Thank you all so much for coming out. For those invited, I’ll see you all at the afterparty! Goodnight everyone!” Todoroki bellowed to the crowd, causing them to cheer him and the band off the stage.

You stand there, high off of every guitar riff and belt from the performance feeling sad that the concert was over. But a rush of hope filled your heart in knowing that you were going to see Shoto again soon. You and Nejire walk out of the stadium hand in hand as you discussed the plan to get to the party.

“So the party is not too far from here, exactly 15 minutes away. We could totally call an uber.” Nejire explains, saying that it’s going to be held in Todoroki’s mansion.

When you both arrive at Todoroki’s Mansion your jaws drop. A huge fountain greeted your uber driver’s car, cobblestone driveways leading you towards his front door. There were hedge sculptures all over the front yard and expensive cars adorned the driveway as you and Nejire step out of the car to see the line to get into the party. Damn. More lines.

You approach the security guard; the same one from earlier that night with a nervous wave.

“U-Um excuse me sir, we’re on the list..” You said unconfidently. Nejire nervous laughed and nudged you for sounding so unsure after giving you a long confidence pep-talk in the car.

“Sorry, kiddo. I’m not seein’ an ‘Y/N’ or a ‘Nejire’. Back o’ the line, ladies.” The security guard huffed, hardly even looking at his list.

“Nah it’s cool, Ben. Let them in.” You hear a familiar voice utter before you get the chance to turn around and walk to the back of the line. Sure enough it was Todoroki standing there, joint lit and eyes hazy. Clearly stoned.

It was like he got more gorgeous as you got closer to him, your cheeks heating up as you realize you’re literally standing in front of your fucking celebrity crush. Nejire squeals and runs inside to go find the drummer and get his number, she says drummers do it harder.

Shoto took you by the hand and led you inside the rager in his foyer. The smell of beer and weed absorbs your nostrils as you walk inside with Shoto in hand, watching as Nejire talks up the drummer with ease as if she already knew him from way back when.

Todoroki sat down on the most comfortable couch you have ever sat in with you next to him, taking a big drag of his joint and motioning it towards you.

“Wanna hit? It’s not laced. Promise.” He said cooly, slowly blowing out the smoke. You take it and take a hit, coughing a little as you puff out the smoke.

Damn this must be what rich people smoke.

“Good huh? Grew it myself. Heh.” Todoroki laughed a little as he watched you take another hit.

“Shit. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, finally.” You say, nervousness coating your tongue. Shoto gave you a warm smile, his hazy eyes gleaming in the dim lights of the room.

“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl.” Shoto said, kissing the same hand he did at the concert.

You heat up, your panties becoming slightly wet at him touching and kissing you. He smirked and grabbed you by your chin to make sure you look him directly into his grey orbs.

“When I saw you in the crowd, I almost couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” He said into your ear, causing your mind to block out any outside sound that wasn’t his voice. You gulp, blinking dumbly as you try to find the words to say something.

“I-I, um. Th-thank you.” You say, looking down into his lap. Shoto pulled away to smoke his joint a little more. You two talked all night, everyone around you both becoming irrelevant as you seemingly grow closer together.

Strangely, none of the rumors about Todoroki were true. He wasn’t this stuck up asshole the media made him out to be. He was calm and gentle, the sweetest guy you’ve ever had the pleasure of having a conversation with. You learned so much about him that night. He was so misunderstood.

You’re high now and completely hazy as you and Todoroki make out on the couch. You’re not sure how you two even got to this point but you loved it. One thing led to another and now you were straddling him on the couch, his hands in your back pockets as he groped and squeezed your ass.

Your lips mingled as you moan into the kiss, Todoroki’s tongue slipping into your mouth to make home of it. The kiss got so hot your pussy was sopping wet underneath your jeans as you mindlessly grind against him for some kind friction.

Todoroki pulled away and started kissing your neck, damn near ripping your clothes off in front of the entire party. You’re gasping and grabbing at his clothes, forgetting where you are as you become desperate for him. You wanted him so bad and you knew he wanted you too.

“Wanna get out of here? Go upstairs I mean.” Shoto asked, huffing into the skin of your neck as his hard dick poked at your thigh.

“God yes.” You say breathily. As soon as he got your consent he carried you upstairs, the party raising their glasses and their blunts in celebration for Todoroki getting some.

“YES! Y/N tell me everything okay!?” Nejire yelled drunkenly, pulling away from her makeout session with the band’s drummer. You giggle and wave down at her, Todoroki laughing softly as he watched the interaction between you and your best friend.

“Just so you know, princess. I’m not going to go easy on you.” Shoto said, pinning you against the hallway wall.

“I don’t want you to.” You mewl, leaning into his neck to nip at it. Shoto let out a low chuckle and nearly kicked down his bedroom door, tossing you onto his luxurious california king bed.

You take a quick look around his darkly colored room, black walls with coordinating grey funiture. Posters of his inspiration adorned his walls, almost similar to your room just $100,000 richer. He had a mirror above his bed as you look up at your reflection you see Todoroki crawl on top of you, unbuttoning and pulling your jeans off in one fell swoop.

You’re immediately embarrassed, forgetting it was laundry day at home so you threw a thong on because you didn’t have anything else to wear. It was black and lacy and oh so skimpy you quickly move your hands to cover up in shame, Shoto grabbing your wrists and pinning your hands above your head.

“Heh. How’d you know I love lace?” Shoto teased, practically salivating at the sight of your smooth legs beneath him. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Shoto said, running his hands along your sides as if he was a lion playing with his prey before he ate it.

You bit your lip, dripping and hungry for some kind of touch in the places you needed him most, your nipples prodding at the thin fabric of your band tee. Yeah, you forgot to wear a bra. Shoto pulled your shirt above your head, tossing it somewhere and hissing at the sight of your bare breasts.

“No bra either? Man.. it must be my birthday. I’m gonna have fun with you, princess.” Todoroki says taking a nipple into his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you as he suckled gently following with short lick causing your entire body to catch flame.

You start moaning miserably, your whole body begging him to take you. Shoto pulls away from your nipple with a light pull of his lips and slips his hand down to your slit, caressing it agonizingly slow to tease you. He takes his other hand and presses his thumb to your lips.

“Open your mouth.” He rasped. And you did, sucking on his thumb as he rested it on your tongue making Shoto moan at the sight, humming a ‘good girl’ under his breath. Shoto held your mouth open and spit, pulling you into a sloppy kiss as he plunged his thick digits into your needy hole.

You arch your back off the bed, biting down onto Shoto’s lip as he finger fucked you without mercy. Your moans filled the air, Shoto watching you intently as he took your breast into his mouth once more.

“Sho- ah! I-I’m gonna-“ You bellow, trying to hold onto something for dear life as he brought you closer and closer to your peak.

“That’s daddy to you, princess. Try again and maybe I’ll let you cum around my fingers.” Shoto hissed, slowing his pumping fingers a bit to ensure you got the point.

He was in control. You pant, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath only for it to get caught in your throat again. Desperate moans fall out of your mouth as you beg him to let you cum.

“D-Daddy!~” You gasp, Shoto leaning into your neck, his ear right next your mouth as you scream for him. You collapse into his arms, fucked out and stupid off Todoroki’s strong fingers. All those years of guitar weren’t for nothing.

“That’s it baby.. fuck, you made a mess.” Shoto cooed, slowly dragging his fingers out of you as he watched your slick stick to him sloppily. At this point, he’s so hard you can clearly see the veins in his dick jumping out of his pants, his size making you wince in pain before he even entered you.

“Think you can take all of me, princess?” Shoto asked, throwing his contricting pants and boxers somewhere across the room, releasing his impressive size for you to see. You gulp but nod, licking your lips at the sight of him.

Shoto smirked at your reaction and pumped himself a few times before teasingly tapping the head of his dick against your clit, causing you to yelp from the sensitivity of your abused core.

“Pleaseee.” You whine, Shoto grabbing you by the neck and choking you almost to tell you to shut up and be patient. He wastes no time in plunging into you, the thickness of his dick stretching your walls with a delicious sting.

You claw at his back as he bottomed out, gasping sharply as he filled you completely.

“Am I hurting you?” Todoroki asked with what little sympathy he had left in his body. You shook your head no, moaning as he stayed still inside you.

“P-P-Please move..” you mewl, chewing your bottom lip. Shoto smirked and began rutting his hips into yours at a rough pace, not really caring if you adjusted to him or not. Hard slaps and the sound of your whiny moans filled the room as the headboard of his bed slammed against the wall, probably alerting the entire party downstairs.

You’re screaming now, a moaning mess beneath him as he split you wide open. As your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Shoto throws your legs over his shoulder and starts pounding into you.

He’s going to make sure you’re unable to walk straight for the rest of the week, marking you as his.

“Fuckkk, daddy. S-Slow down.” You pleaded only for Shoto to ignore you and continue his pace, laughing at the shocked and fucked out face you were pulling.

“Told you I wasn’t taking it easy on you. Did you forget already, princess?” Shoto breathed, moving his hands to rub shallow circles into your clit.

Your toes curled up tightly as your orgasm ripped through your body, your moans reaching a cresendo as your scream Shoto’s name.

He hissed as your walls fluttered around him, your pussy gripping him tightly as he fucked into you continuosly.

“I hope you didn’t think I was through with you just because I made you cum. I’m not done yet, doll.” Shoto muttered through your pathetic whines for him to slow down.

He cooed praises at you, a “good girl” here and a “you take my dick so well” there until his thrusts got rusty and sloppy; a sign he was close to cumming.

“Shittt, where do you want me to-“

“I-Inside m-mee! Fuck, cum inside me!” You shriek. And so he did, fucking his hot stickiness into you for a while as you both moan and pant. Shoto rode out your climaxes for a while before slowly pulling himself out as he watched his cum ooze out of your abused pussy.

As Shoto flopped on the bed next to you, you both stare up at the mirror on his ceiling. You’re both sweaty and your hair was a fucking mess from being tossed around the bed for what seemed like hours.

“Shit. Probably late as fuck by now. You wanna stay the night?” Shoto asked, taking your hand and famously kissing it once more. You smile and nod, unable to form coherent sentences as you feel yourself doze off.

Todoroki jumps from his bed and opened the door, screaming from the top of the stairs, “Oi! All you motherfuckers can fuck off home!Party’s over!” You laugh and throw a pillow at him.

“Don’t be so mean, Sho. Uh.. C-Can I call you Sho?” You ask embarrassed.

“You keep fucking me like that you can call me whatever you want, angel.” Shoto groans, grabbing you by your face and kissing you sweetly.

“Honestly, I wanna go again. You down?”

#bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha imagines #bnha midoriya x reader #bnha todoroki x reader #bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha todoroki #bnha todoroki shoto #punk rock au!

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y0itsbri · 3 years

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I adore your writing!

Can you please, please, please write an early gallavich fic?! I have such a soft spot for seasons 1-3 in particular. I think it’ll be a great dynamic to explore more. They’re just adorable!

Thank you so much and I look forward to your future work!! 💛

omg hi you’re so sweet anon!! 🥺💛💛 (i think i'm gonna try something a little bit different with this, let me know if you had anything specific in mind that i missed or that you would like to see!) -- apologies if it's ooc, it's been a little bit since i've rewatched early seasons. this got a little more angsty than i expected oops

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ian didn't think fear and love were supposed to go hand in hand. at least as closely as it has been for him. all of his siblings' relationships had issues in one way or another, but he didn't see the same fear that he felt. he kept everything bottled inside of him, threatening to shatter. the big feelings weathering him down over time, threatening to drown him. he was everyone's dirty little secret. secrets stuffed in magazines or in locker rooms or freezer closets. he was just a kid over everything else. as much as he liked to think he held some power, he was beginning to feel afraid it had slipped, if he ever even had it at all. he wasn't particularly careful, but he was afraid of being caught in the middle of something he was told was so wrong. he's seen the consequences and it hadn't been pretty. but how could love be so wrong? especially when it felt so good. he knew he was good.

but ian didn't think he truly knew how good it could be until he met mickey. there was still secrets with mickey, of course. there was definitely more at stake if anyone were to ever find out - his household not exactly hanging up a rainbow flag during the month of june. or any month. so it's not like ian's fear had vanished. but more like mickey made things just better. everything else felt like a blip on the radar, too small to even be detected. he was all consumed. he would do anything to feel this electric and this fearless. this powerful. being with mickey is how he noticed the power had slipped before. how did he not notice? why didn't he care to notice?

at first, he didn't mind being mickey's secret. it was exhilarating. with every glance with mickey, he felt warm, enveloped, seen. he wasn't hiding and mickey couldn't either, even if he tried. with every touch, he felt it burn deep. a shock being sent straight up his spine. if he was a cartoon, electricity sparks would be flying. it was like mickey was fire - through his anger and violence and art and love. he was wild fire and spreading quick, taking out everything in its path. ian stood in the middle of the path with welcome arms, daring, begging it to take him too.

brash words and snarky comments from mickey's mouth were nothing but love poems as far as ian was concerned. he may not be able to play things cool, but he didn't want to if he even had a chance of making mickey smile. god what he would give to make mickey smile. to laugh if he was lucky. he didn't want to play anything cool if it even had a chance of making mickey feel good. all he wanted to do was make mickey feel good. feel safe.

it was like a magnetic pull in some stupid way that didn't make sense but made perfect sense. being in each others' space or even knowing that the other was even alive was enough to make ian see stars whenever he closed his eyes. a wish come true. separated by juvie walls or pocketed together by summer sweat, ian couldn't shake him. he didn't want to shake him, his best friend. because that's what they were. even if they couldn't explicitly say that. they couldn't say a lot.

ian knew that mickey's fear was so strongly rooted and for good reason. he wondered if he would ever be able to dig him out and free him. he wondered why he wasn't enough for mickey's love to over-shine his trepidation in the same way. he couldn't live with the possibility of mickey not feeling it the way he was so certain he had. he couldn't fake that. right? it killed him to keep his heart so locked away when it was aching to burst with every breath of mickey. he needed to go before there was nothing left but splatters between his ribs. so he left. he had to. if mickey didn't want him, he didn't want himself. he couldn't stand to be with himself anymore, every part of town a constant reminder of his own heart threatening to crumble like the buildings he once inhabited. he did what he needed to do. they would understand someday. they had to. they would be fine without him. he needed this.

it had been a few weeks into basic training, ian's phone had been blowing up with messages. he hadn't responded to anyone. they wouldn't understand yet. a smattering of messages made him stop in his tracks. he didn't know hear them come in. it could have been days ago. his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his throat. he couldn't bring himself to block the one person who held his heart in his palms, keeping it warm and alive despite the crackling cold circling around him. this is why he had left. this was bad. it was so bad. but if it was bad, then why did it feel so good? so good and warm. mickey.

Mick (3:56 am): i know u dont wanna hear from me man but tell me ur ok. u gotta be.

Mick (3:57 am): deb and mandy wont get off my ass. pick up ur fuckin phone.

Mick (4:05 am): for me. for them. idgaf.

Mick (4:07 am): im not good w words but uh listen to this. it's late - queen

Mick (4:10 am): c ya. plz dont get ur army ass killed

Mick (6:12 am): fuck gallagher

The way you love me Is the sweetest love around But after all this time The more I'm trying The more I seem to let you down Yes, baby

Now you tell me you're leaving And I just can't believe it's true Oh, you know that I can love you Though I know I can't be true Oh, you made me love you Don't tell me that we're through

fuck. he was in too deep again. this is why he left. his stomach ran cold. he was drowning he thinks. his phone died, and he didn't bother charging it. no one would throw him a lifejacket now. how could anyone forgive him? he couldn't even forgive himself. he couldn't be saved now. it's late. too late. too late. too late. he couldn't look back. he would be fine. he had to be. right?

#ask #anon #my posts #shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #shameless fanfic #shameless fanfiction #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fanfiction

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heyyy-hey-babyyy · 3 years

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Rules Are Rules

Part I

Summary: Dean stops at a rundown motel hoping him and Y/N can get a few hours of sleep before heading home. Instead, they find unspeakable horrors. Can they escape the motel with their lives?

Dean x reader

Warnings: Horror level descriptions, canon-level violence, slight swearing.

Spoilers for Vacancy (2007) below.

B/N: This is another in my SPN horror AU crossover series. As always, I change some of the plot to make it make sense for Sam or Dean Winchester. Let me know if you want to be tagged in more of these crossovers!

Dean had been driving half of the night when he saw the “Pinewood Motel” sign, orange and white glowing across the wet parking lot. Y/N was sprawled out in the back seat, snoring softly, your head resting on one of Dean’s flannels that he figured you must have stolen from his bag when he wasn’t looking. He chuckled to himself, guiding Baby into the deserted parking lot, turning to a stop in front of the lit ‘office’ door. Dean glanced back at Y/N, but you were fast asleep, so he left you to it, stepping out of the car and heading into the office to get a room for the night.

He stepped aside, holding the door open for the couple that looked like they either couldn’t get away from the manager, or away from each other, fast enough.

“Y’all have a great night!” The guy behind the desk yelled in farewell, eyeing the couple as they exited out the door. Dean nodded at the man leaving, and he grimaced back, looking like he had driven just as long as Dean had.

The office manager was a sleazy looking guy, dressed like he stepped straight out of the ‘70s, thick framed glasses and all. He looked a bit put out, at having multiple guests in a row, the door behind him hiding whatever porn the guy was likely enjoying moments before.

“Now, what can I do you for?” He turned to Dean leaning on the counter top.

“Just a room.” Dean grunted out, careful to keep an eye on the Impala, Y/N still asleep in the back seat. He slapped down a few bills on the counter, figuring the run down place only accepted cash.

“You got it.” The guy replied, reaching behind him to grab a simple key with an old school keychain off of the wall, the number 6 scratched off lightly. “Just gonna need to see some ID.” Dean narrowed his eyes, but pulled out his wallet producing the ID he had been using on the hunt him and Y/N were returning from. The hunt that turned out to be a complete waste of time.

“Alright Mr. Vaughan, I’ve got you up in number 6, just around the corner.” Dean thanked the man quickly, rapping his knuckles on the counter and heading back out to the Impala, the guy watching his every move before disappearing behind the wooden door behind him. Dean backed Baby out of the spot quickly, heading toward the door with the rusted #6 on it. He didn’t want to wake you up, but wasn’t sure how to grab the bags and you and make it through the door.

You grunted softly, voice still thick with sleep, when Dean shook your shoulder. Rubbing your eyes you glanced out toward the room illuminated by the headlights of the car, and smiled at Dean in appreciation.

“Finally,” you moaned out, stretching your arms above your head. “A real bed.” Dean chuckled lowly and followed you out of the car, grabbing yours and his duffle from the trunk.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up for a great nights sleep here, sweetheart.” He said, opening the door to their room and ushering Y/N in from the eery parking lot.

“Well,” you took in the room around you, simple brass wall decor, and minty green comforter. “We’ve stayed in worse.” You concluded with a shrug.

“Yeah, remember that place in Albuquerque?” You shuttered in response, thinking about curling yourself up on the leather chair in the corner in the place that you were sure had bed bugs. Dean laughed lightly at your reaction, but gestured toward the bathroom. “You wanna take a shower?” You smirked at him suggestively, and he rolled his eyes playfully at you. But you shook your head, wanting to go back to sleep, and besides, the hunt hadn’t turned into any action that would require you to wash the blood away anyway. Dean shut himself away in the bathroom without another word. As if on cue, you heard a dull pounding sound against one of the walls, but you shrugged it off concluding that it was probably the tenants in the next room going at it. You heard a muffled voice yell something followed with a loud “asshole!” And you chuckled to yourself. Motel living wasn’t without it’s perks. The sounds had you reminiscing. This wasn’t the first time you stayed in a motel with Dean, but usually it was with Sam as well, and you would have had to be blind to not notice the one lone bed sitting in the middle of the room Dean directed you into minutes before. You stared at the pea-colored sheets and pillows getting a bit nervous at the prospect of sharing a bed, alone, with Dean. It all seemed very romance novely, and you shook the not so innocent thoughts from your head.

Instead, you sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed the ancient remote control next to you, flipping on the tube television against the opposite wall. Huffing in annoyance, you clicked the remote a few times, each channel coming up with static and white noise. You noticed a few VHS tapes on top of the TV, so you popped one in saying a silent prayer that if it was porn, at least be porn with a plot.

The tape opened with an up close view of a man with rope tied tightly across his neck. Two other men were shoving him around roughly, and though you were one for horror movies, you were about to turn it off when a wide angle gave you the perfect view of the weird brass art and orange couch that mirrored the ones that were set up in the very room you were sitting in. The two men hoisted the other up, using a rope to hang him from the neck by the ceiling. You were so shocked by what you were seeing, you didn’t hear Dean step out of the bathroom, and come stand next to you.

“What is this?” He asked quietly, and you jumped, his hand coming out to hold you steady by the shoulder.

“Dean,” you gasped, suddenly struggling to take in enough air to breath normally. “I think this video was recorded in one of these rooms.” Dean scoffed a little, but looked into your eyes, seeing how serious you were, so he focused back on the TV, the movie continuing to play. There were 3 other tapes on top of the VCR, so Dean ejected the one that was currently playing, and popped in another, letting the VCR whirr to life before pressing play. You moved to sit back on the bed, watching Dean take in the next video, which seemed to be two girls from the loud screams that erupted from the tiny TV speakers. Dean’s head was blocking the screen, but you could hear the screaming loud and clear, and you pressed the palms of your hands against your ears, hoping to drown out the noise. You couldn’t hear what was happening anymore, but Dean stood to his full height, taking in the room around you, turning this way and that putting the pieces together. You took a quick glance at the screen just in time to see a blonde head being shoved into the bedside lamp that was right next to you. Standing suddenly, you took in the rest of the room just as Dean had.

“What is this?” You finally asked, Dean grunting out an “I don’t know,” in response, walking swiftly across the room to peer into an air vent precariously placed on the wall. One of the girls on the screen was being stabbed multiple times, so as Dean walked across the room once more, you shut off the TV, bathing the room in silence. Dean came and stood next to you, and suddenly the lights in the room went out, the faint thud you heard earlier returning. You unconsciously moved forward shielding yourself behind Dean, who drew his gun, when the lights turned on again, pulsing on and off to the beat of the thuds next door. This wasn’t a situation either of you had ever been in before, and the hilarious thought that maybe you were both stuck in a horror movie crossed your mind. Dean stood still, hunter instinct on overdrive, as he used his senses to determine where, and what, the risk was.

“Where’s your gun, Y/N?” Dean asked suddenly. You reached behind you, hoping to feel cool metal. When you didn’t, you looked up at Dean guiltily, and he grunted out a “son of a bitch,” realizing we only had 1 weapon between us, and who knows what hiding around this motel.

“Okay, okay.” Dean said, glancing around the room again, formulating a game plan. He grabbed your hand roughly, and walked swiftly toward the bathroom, pushing aside the ugly grey curtain and slamming down on the tiny window.

“Dammit!” He yelled, seeing the nails haphazardly hammered into the soft wood of the window, keeping it permanently closed.

“Dean,” you whispered, getting him to stop pounding on the window. “Come on, let’s find a different way.” Dean nodded and you headed toward the bathroom door, when he pulled you back by the arm.

“When did you bring this in?” He questioned, seeing the familiar fabric of his red and black checkered flannel, laying across the edge of the sink. You looked at him questionably. You hadn’t even gone into the bathroom.

“I didn’t,” you whispered again, eyes widening when you realized you had left the shirt in the back seat of the Impala. “What’s happening?” You whimpered more to yourself, but Dean pulled you out of the bathroom and proceeded to tear it apart, tugging the towels from the racks and pulling the shower curtain from its rod roughly, uncovering whoever, or whatever, must have still been inside.

“How could they get in...” You whispered again, beginning to feel more and more frightened the longer Dean was losing control, not able to find the answers for himself.

“I don’t know,” He muttered, returning to the main room, and shutting off all of the lamps, bathing the room in uncomfortable darkness for a second time that night.

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langdxn · 4 years

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That was Kai thing was amazing, would you do how Kai would react to you asking to go easy one night?

Aaah thank you so much, I was so nervous people would run a mile from it! I absolutely ADORE Kai so please keep your requests coming in, I’m so desperate to explore his character 🖤

Kai’s first night as Councilman Anderson was bound to be extraordinary, a night of unadulterated passion to let out his frustrations and celebrate his newfound power. But you had other plans.

Bounding through your shared apartment, shedding his uncomfortable brown suit and sickeningly formal shoes, Kai practically bounced on the balls of his bare feet toward the bedroom, swinging the door open to find you laid on the bed wearing his favourite red babydoll. And nothing else.

The TV in the corner of the bedroom hummed a repetitive news slice on Kai’s victory as he stalled in the doorway, bracing himself against the frame as he took in the sight of you before him — ready for him, waiting for him, everything in its place, everything he wished for on his way home.

“Congratulations, baby,” you husked as you tapped the satin sheets beside you, ushering him over.

“Am I dreaming?” His usually frighteningly authoritative voice croaked ever so slightly, overwhelmed by the events of the day that led him to the spot he found himself fixed upon, his grey boxers barely containing his erection as he observed you, consuming the sight of you.

“Not yet, Kai, now come here.”

As a feral animal pounces on its prey, he strode over to the bed and took his place between your thighs, nudging them wide open beneath him with a swift flick of his fingertips. He soon scooped your babydoll over your head; Kai wasn’t fond of clothing standing in his way when he wanted to dominate you.

“I’ve waited all day to pound you into this fucking mattress,” he growled hungrily as he leaned in to plant a fierce bite into the nape of your neck, his animalistic trademark that signalled how he wanted to treat you tonight. “I’ve missed you, baby girl.”

Kai held his breath for a moment, eyes darting around you as he clocked a change in your demeanour. Tonight, you seemed reserved, you held back… you hadn’t scratched into his back so hard that you drew blood, in fact your hands hadn’t reached for him at all.

“Can we…” you trailed off nervously as Kai mouthed along the column of your throat. “Could we…?”

“Speak up, princess,” he hummed against your collarbone, fingertips ghosting over your inner thighs as he worked his way towards your core, droplets of your arousal already slicking your entrance.

“Can we go slow tonight?”

Kai froze.

“Let me get this straight,” he sighed, the pad of his thumb ghosting over your clit as he watched your back arch keenly toward him. “My wife is asking me not to grab her right in the pussy?”

A wry smile curled your lips.

“I want to make you feel good, Kai, you’ve had a hard day and you’ve got to save your energy for all the press tomorrow.”

“I hate it when you’re right,” he complied almost too easily, trailing a tantalising finger through the length of your dampening folds. “Let’s see how long you can take me teasing you before you’re begging me to fuck you into next week.”

Unfettered breathy moans poured from your parted lips as he slowly buried his finger inside you, his piercing gaze darting between your eyes to watch you unravel.

“Like this, baby?” He whispered, dipping another finger between your folds and curling them inside you in a beckoning motion. “You wanna feel me fucking you slowly?”

“Yes, please,” you pleaded softly, hips keening up to meet him as he delicately stroked your walls. “I need you, Kai.”

“What’s my name, princess?” His hooded eyes gazed down at you, hovering his lips just above yours and revelling in your efforts to chase him while his glacial moves inside you convulsed your entire body.

“I need you, Divine Ruler.”

“This is exactly why I married you,” Kai husked, gradually withdrawing his fingers and reaching to line his tip with your now soaking entrance. “You know what you want and you know just how to make me give it to you.”

“Luckily it’s exactly what you want too, honey.”

Easing his cock through your folds as slow as his gently rocking hips could manage, his gaze bore into you as he desperately sought a sign of weakness. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, your heels digging into the meat of his thighs, your back curved eagerly into him craving every last atom of friction — you were almost there already. Almost.

“You’ll crack soon—fuck,” Kai growled deeply as he bottomed out, his head thrown back to the ceiling as he felt his tip graze every inch of your core, slowly exploring every curve and swell of your walls. “I know you too well.”

The only stumbling block was Kai’s telltale signals were there too. His one hand woven into your hair, his faded blue locks dangling in front of his eyes, his trademark pout when he was close to climax.

“Just try for me, please? Feel me, Kai,” your words purred from your tongue, punctuating every syllable by clenching your walls around him as he buried every inch within you.

Between fractured gasps and uncomfortably elongated pants, Kai’s glacial grinding into your cunt became more erratic, responding to every swell of your insides as fresh waves of arousal poured with each motion. You could’ve sworn a tear fell from his eye while his brows furrowed, a frustration set free by the unadulterated art of making love to you without any bruises and bite marks.

“Fuck, baby girl, I—“

“It’s okay,” you cooed, cupping his face and gazing up into his eyes as he fought to hold back the orgasm he felt wrong for approaching. Keening your hips so his next thrust curled into your sweet spot, you moaned pornographically and pulled him closer. “Cum for me, Councilman Anderson.”

The name alone triggered an overwhelming tremor through his body, another tear bursting its banks, his arms straining to hold himself up as he twitched frantically between your folds. A sharp snap of his hips signalled his release as he poured against your walls, a relieved cry escaping your lips as your own climax gave way in tandem.

Your accomplished smile completely bypassed Kai as he gazed down at his soaking cock slipping from your entrance, perplexed at how easily you had driven him to unravel, baffled by your ability to command him when nobody else could.

The man who had the state in the palm of his hand reduced to a shaking, crying mess by his beautiful wife… and she wasn’t even on top.

“I’ll get you back for this, Mrs Anderson,” Kai sighed through a devious grin, unhooking your hands from his neck and roughly pinning them above your head. “Just you wait.”

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter six: the black night

Sam and Alex spent about an hour of that first day in Germany there in the hotel room, away from the world, and with only each other. Neither of them were fatigued from the overnight flight. She had considered on taking her journal out for herself and for a drawing of something, much like how she made a special drawing for the show in England. But she had no idea if she should share her work with Alex, especially when he caught a glimpse of her doodling a sunflower on the inside of the journal's cover.

He sat next to her on the bed, in his little shorts, white socks, and his Gary Moore shirt, and with his legs pulled up a bit, and his hands right between his thighs. She gasped at his looking on at what she was doing and she covered up the doodle with her hand. He in turn gasped in response to that. She realized that he had seen her art but he hadn't known that it was actually her.

“Is it okay if I have a peek?” he asked her in a small voice and with his eyebrows raised which enlarged his deep eyes a bit.

“It's—It's kind of private, though,” she told him.

“I liked it, though,” he confessed, still in a small voice. “Basquiat died a few weeks ago, so I like to see another artist ascend to the position of greatness at some point.”

“I'm no Basquiat, though,” she insisted.

“Well, yeah. Every artist is unique. Basquiat was one of a kind—and even from a small sliver of a glimpse into your art book here, I can tell that you yourself are one of a kind. And that little thing you were drawing just there piqued my interest a bit. So—” He bowed his head and he raised his eyebrows even more, which softened his face to that of a young boy. “—is it okay if I have a little peek?”

He then lifted his head.

“I mean, it's only fair. You got to see the beginnings of our new album—twice! You're also seeing the transition of eras between albums.”

She swallowed and she leaned forward a bit to make sure that they were alone in the hotel room: Greg had gone off with Eric and Louie to have breakfast, while Chuck and Tiffany went out somewhere.

She then moved her hand out of the way to show him the little sunflower.

“Oh! Have you seen the painting that Vincent van Gogh did? The one of the sunflowers?”

“I have, yes! A few times, actually! It's—probably one of my favorites from him, to be honest.”

His face then lit up and he snapped his fingers.

“You know—we are in Europe, and on the western side of the Iron Curtain no less. It's not like we're back on the West Coast where you kind of have to set aside a whole few days just to go from L.A. to some place in Oregon or wherever. We can get on a train and go up to Frankfurt and visit a museum.”

“Would you take me there?” she gasped at that.

“Samantha, this is Europe,” he told her. “Ever since the war ended, they've been all about a revival of culture here. So—you know, I don't really wanna sit around here in my shorts and watch German TV all day long, either. I know you don't, too.”

“I don't,” she confessed with a shake of her head.

“Well, then.” He clicked off the television and he stretched out his long lanky legs before him. “Let me put some pants on and we'll catch the next train up to Frankfurt. It's only a few hours anyways.”

“Maybe we can go up to Copenhagen, too?”

He stopped. “If there's time today, we shall see.” He flashed her a wink and then he swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, and he walked over to the bathroom with his jeans. Sam closed her journal and she tucked her pencil right up next to the spine as she set it off to the side on the bed cover. She climbed off herself to put her shoes back on; soon he came back out with his black hair a bit more frizzy than she had seen before and a big silver skull ring on his right hand.

“I can see you being a continental of sorts, Alex,” she confessed.

“A continental?” he laughed.

“Yeah. I mean, you're smart and you're in touch with the world at large, and you like art, too.”

“I dunno,” he said with a shrug, “I feel like if you're considered a continental, you actually have to hail from the continent of Europe. Remember, the last name is not only Jewish but it's Eastern European.”

He adjusted the big ring on his right ring finger: it almost looked too big for his hand.

“Why a skull?” she chuckled at him.

“Why not?” he asked as he flashed it to her. “It's actually a symbol of life. Like a carpe diem—a reminder that the clock is ticking for me and for all of us. I also wanna think for myself, too. I've also got it on my right hand because I ain't married.”

“Mr. Swinger,” she teased him, and he scoffed at that. “You are in fact a continental!” She picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder.

“I've got a bit of money on me,” he assured her. “It's not a lot 'cause of the whole exchange rate and everything, but it's better than nothing, though.”

“I've got money, too,” she told him as they stepped out of there and into the hallway. He shut the door and tucked the room key into his front pocket.

“Remember if someone asks us, we're just hanging out together,” she told him as they walked on to the lobby and the front doors.

“Well, yeah, of course.” He chuckled at that, and they kept on going to the sidewalk outside. Chuck and Tiffany strode back into the hotel right then.

“Where you guys going?” he asked them in a big jovial voice.

“Frankfurt,” Alex promptly replied. “Taking the train up.”

“Have fun, kids,” Tiffany said with a smile on her face.

A beautiful but gray day there in Bavaria: Alex peered up to the sky overhead with his eyes squinted and his lips parted a bit as if he yearned for a glass of water.

“Think I could've brought a jacket with me?” he wondered aloud; the hazy sunlight made his smooth skin appear even more smooth than before. The little tuft of gray almost stood straight up over his brow.

“Nah, I think we'll be fine,” Sam assured him as she took out her sunglasses from her purse and put them upon her face. They walked side by side down the sidewalk: right at the corner was the sign to the train station, across the street and down the block from there.

“The trains around here run like clockwork,” he told her as they awaited at the corner, “especially those in Switzerland.”

“Like literal clockwork over there,” she said with a grin on her face.

“Exactly!” he chuckled at that. “They're nothing like the trains or the buses back in the States.” He ran his fingers through his hair, and especially through his gray stripe. “Think it's time to dye my hair again.”

“Why's that?” she asked him.

“To rid of this little thing of gray on my head.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I kinda like it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. It's interesting. Like, why is it in a single little plume upon your head like that and not all over?”

“I wish I knew,” he confessed and they crossed the street together. Once he had caught up to her, he spoke up again.

“A few years back, I was brushing my hair and I happened to look down to the sink, and I saw a gray hair there. I picked it up and I wondered where it could've come from. So I showed it to my mom and she goes, 'oh, it's probably from your dad.' But my dad's completely and totally bald, though. He hasn't had hair on his head since before I was born—at least that's according to her, anyway.”

“Wow.” Sam was stunned by that.

“Yeah, and soon another one grew back there.” She thought of the nickname she, Aurora, and Marla had given him at the Legacy shows: the boy with the pearl in his hair. “And, you know that whole thing where you shouldn't pluck gray hairs because more will grow in their place?”

“Sort of, yeah.”

“Well, my mom told me not to do it for that very reason. What did I do?”

“You plucked that one?”

“Yeah. Next thing I know, I got a whole little pocket of gray right there in a few months time.”

She laughed at that.

“And yeah—I have to confess, I'm particularly self conscious of it.”

She stopped laughing right then.

“Aw. Really?”

He nodded his head at that with a downcast look upon his face.

“It makes me look old, you know?” he continued with a lean into her own face. “Like, I'm nineteen looking on at my twenties soon. I shouldn't be going gray yet.”

“But I like it, though,” she insisted. “Like I said, it's interesting.”

He shrugged at that. “I've had people ask me if it's a birthmark, but who knows, really.”

Sam thought about the conversation that she had had with Aurora and Marla about that little pearl of gray, about the boy with the pearl in his hair. She couldn't exactly recall everything about it as he held the train station door for her.

“Thank you, dear gentleman,” she told him as she took off her sunglasses before she headed inside.

“Herr Skolnick and Fraulein Shelley,” he corrected her as he shut the glass door behind them. “That's the only German I know so far. That's according to this guy Louie talked to while we were in there.”

“Pronounced 'froy line', you said?” she asked.

“Yeah, he broke it down for the two of us, too. It literally means 'young lady.' Kind of ironic because I'm actually younger of the two of us.”

Sam giggled at that and he led her over to the ticket booth, which stood wide open just for them.

“Two single adults to Frankfurt, please—round trip,” he kindly told the man, and he took his wallet out from his front pocket.

“A combination for you and your girlfriend, too?” he asked Alex in a light German accent, and he was taken aback by that.

“Oh, she's not my—” He gestured to Sam.

“Couples get half off on the midday rides,” he continued, and Alex and Sam looked on at each other with knowing glances.

“Uh—yeah, we'll take it,” Alex told the man; and he snickered at the whole notion. “Good idea, right, babe?”

“Yeah, baby!” Sam went along with it. Alex took out a couple of euros from hiding and the man inside handed him a pair of tickets.

“For the Amerikanischer and his kleine Dame.”

“How do we say 'thank you'?” he asked the man.

“Danke schoen. 'Please' is bitte.”

“Oh, right, right, right! Uh, yeah, danke schoen.” He gazed on at Sam with a bemused look on his face, but she couldn't help but giggle at him as he handed one of the two to her. All the way towards the platform, she resisted laughing more at him. They stood there in anticipation of the train and the gray sky overhead darkened a bit with more rain clouds. Alex cupped a hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter. Sam felt her face grow warm from the feeling.

“Man,” he muttered and he shook his head.

“For real. I was not expecting that.”

He snickered some more.

“Couldn't beat that with a stick, though,” he said in a low voice.

“No way.” Sam thought of Bill right then and his incessant penny pinching. At least there she was headed into an art museum in central Germany and not a little market the size of someone's house down the street from her. There was a good reason with Alex: if she put any thought into Bill's behavior, it would ruin her day out with Alex himself.

“I got us the parlor car, by the way,” he told her; far off to his left, the silver train turned the corner on the railroad.

“Oh, you big stud!” she joked as she knew the man in the booth was still in earshot from there. He chuckled at that. The train rolled up before them and they soon boarded it one after the other. They were greeted by the warmth and comfort of the parlor car: nothing like the parlor cars back in the States for sure.

They took the spots closest to the window, but before she took her seat there, Sam spotted a small bar tucked in the far corner of the car behind them.

“Care for some authentic German beer?” she offered him with a gesture towards the bar.

“Bitte, meine Dame,” he joked, and she giggled at him and then she stopped. “Wait, that was good. You are a continental!”

The train rolled forward and she made her way over to the heavy white stone bar tucked in the corner. The female tender with the short bob of maroon tinted black hair showed her a smile in response.

“Two glasses of—ooh, Belgian beer, please,” she said.

“Two glasses, you said?” the woman echoed in a thick French accent.

“Uh, yeah—for me and my boyfriend over there,” she told her, and she had a difficult time in stifling a giggle at that. The bartender poured her and Alex a pair of glasses of that rich dark Belgian beer; when she handed the first glass to Sam, she looked behind her to the seat next to the window and gasped.

“Oh, my god, 'e is a beautiful boy,” said the woman in a hushed voice.

“Yeah, I guess he is,” Sam told her with a shrug.

“No—cherie, listen to me. 'E is a beautiful young man. I 'ave never seen a boy so beautiful as 'im.” She turned her head back in Alex's direction: the way the gray light of the day glowed back onto his milky skin so it resembled to porcelain and onto the plume of gray upon his head, and his jet black hair appeared blacker than normal. She handed Sam the next glass of beer. “You Americans—you must take care of one another and love one another. Take good care of 'im.”

Even though Alex wasn't her boyfriend, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer they could carry the whole charade out there in Europe.

“How much are these?” she asked with a gesture to the glasses.

“Five euros, s'il vous plait.”

Sam handed her five bills and then she picked up the glasses. “Is it—merci?” she asked her.

“Oui! Merci beaucoup.”

“Uh, merci beaucoup! He's learning German and I'm learning French so it—just makes sense.”

“Right? Enjoy your ride, ma cherie.”

Sam felt her face grow warm once more as she headed back to the seat across from Alex.

“Looking—as—red as a—cherry—tomato,” he stammered given neither of them were sure the woman was within hearing range of them. Sam giggled at him and he shrugged his shoulders; she handed him the glass before she took a seat across from him.

“I should tell you that this place that we're playing at this weekend, Schweinfurt—it's a few miles from the Iron Curtain. Like the border to East Germany is literally right down the street from there. I looked at it on this atlas that my parents have before we left—it's nuts.”

“Oh, wow, really?”

“Yeah—and I saw the train route while I was getting tickets in there. It's right after Nuremberg, too. We get to Nuremberg and then we hang a left and we're in Schweinfurt. Apparently, we have a stopover there!”

“Cool! So we get to see a little peek at it?”

“Exactly. Stopover there and then it's onto Frankfurt. Beyond that is Cologne and Essen, and then Amsterdam. But that's a full day's trip, though—Munich to Amsterdam.”

“Like, something to set aside for a whole trip altogether.”

“Right! We went to Amsterdam last summer for that festival that we played—you know, Eindhoven. Beautiful there. You think Germany's beautiful. I wanted to visit the van Gogh museum but we were kinda strapped for time, though.”

“Some day,” she remarked.

“Definitely, some day.” He raised his glas to her and they made a toast to each other. They took a sip of the Belgian beer in unison: nothing like any drink Sam had had back in the States, or even the cocktails that she had with Marla back in England. This was strong and full but nothing to get the both of them drunk, however.

“Oh, my god,” she blurted out as she brought a hand to her chest.

“Yeah, that's unreal.” He gaped at the sensation and rolled his eyes a bit, and she giggled at him, and he showed her a smile in return.

Within the hour, they stopped over in Schweinfurt and Alex pointed out the window. Beyond the train station was a street: off in the distance, Sam could see the pavement recede back into the heart of the city. A part of her expected to see a full on brigade off in the distance but she knew that the Soviet Union still loomed over them, and even more so from the station there at the edge of West Germany. Indeed, she spotted two men on the sidewalk wrapped in red and black overcoats and with batons latched to their belts.

“Soviets,” Alex pointed out. “See the hammer and sickle on their chests?”

Sam took a closer look: embroidered on their chests were little medallions. Even from the train window, she could make out the shape of the hammer and sickle inside there. It almost didn't even look real, even from a distance.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed out.

“I remember when we came over here last summer to play at Eindhoven festival and Louie, Greg, and I came here to Germany first before Chuck and Eric did, and I saw one of them when we got close to the border. Probably the most surreal moment of my life. It's like 'oh my god, it's real.' You know what I mean?”

“Oh, yeah!”

Those men merely stood there on the sidewalk as if they awaited something. But within time, the train rolled out of the station and westward to Frankfurt. But at that point, it was almost three in the afternoon, which meant they only had a couple of hours to relish in an art museum.

But there was absolutely nothing in the world that Sam could get past and that was the big beaming smile on Alex's face the whole rest of the afternoon.

The cold expression that she had grown almost all too familiar with had completely vanished and gave way to one of true joy. In those few hours as they walked along the cobblestones and visited a bakery for a bite of late lunch of open faced sandwiches and Black Forest cake, and then they continued on in search of the arts to nourish themselves further, every time Sam looked over at him, he looked up at all the buildings around them with a sweet smile plastered on his face. The happiest he had been up to that point, and he wasn't even with Testament right at that moment.

They were alone together in Germany and he enjoyed every moment of it.

At one point as they walked to a bookstore on a corner, she considered putting her arm around his shoulder. She had to stop herself, however: he wasn't her boyfriend.

But he certainly felt like it as she bought him a big glazed sugar cookie from another bakery.

“I'm gonna gain so much weight hanging out with you, Samantha,” he joked as he took a slow sensual bite; he rolled his eyes into the back of his head as if he experienced an orgasm.

“Get some meat on those bones,” she retorted, and the bakers laughed at that.

By the time the sun hung low over the horizon, and the gray sky began to change colors to a rich royal blue, they began back to the train station. Alex lovingly patted his stomach by the time they stepped on the platform. She had never seen him more contented as they gave the conductor their tickets before they stepped aboard. He snuggled down in the seat by the window on the right side: that time, they didn't have a table between them.

“Back to Schweinfurt!” he declared with a big beaming smile on his face.

It was the happiest she had ever seen Alex; she nestled close to him as if he was in fact her boyfriend at that point. His body was warm from the food, his face was rosy from the Belgian beer, and his hair was soft from the moisture in the gray skies overhead. Even if it was only for a few hours, she knew she had done him good that day. She had done what the bartender in the previous train wanted her to do for him.

As the train started moving, he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. That time there was no arm rest between them, but a bit of a divet separated their seats, so she couldn't lean all the way over to him to cuddle with him. But he was warm and full: she had to relish in the soft feeling from his body.

He gave his dark hair a little toss and he looked at her with that sweet smile still upon his face.

“Still wanna dye your hair again?” she asked him as she eyed the gray tuft over his brow. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Don't really know, to be honest,” he confessed, “after today, I just might keep it.”

“As black as the very night itself,” she whispered to him.

“As black as night—but the gray as bright as day.” He winked at her when he said that and she beamed at him.

Soon, they made their stopover in Schweinfurt and that time around, they had enough time to step off the train. Sam went on to the ladies' room while Alex made his way over to the ticket booth for a question.

She surfaced out of there when she spotted those black curls right in front of her, but without his guitar on his back.

“Hey, Joey,” she greeted him in a soft voice, and he turned his head and flashed her a grin.

“What you doin' here?” he asked her.

“Oh, just—checking the place out,” she replied; she didn't dare tell him that she was there with Alex lest he fly off the handle at the mention of his name.

“You know, we're only a little ways away from the border of East Germany,” he told her.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, I know.”

“We get any closer—goin' down this street here—we get stopped by the cops over there.” He glanced up to the clock on the far wall. “We better hustle on back to the train.”

“I should ask you what you're doing here, then,” she retorted back to him, and she couldn't resist the grin on her face.

“I'm doin' what you're doin' and checkin' the whole place out. I got nothin' better to do, to be perfectly honest wit' ya.”

“Well...” She thought about Alex in the back of the train station, and his talking to the man in the ticket booth over there.

“Well, what? You wanna mosey on back to Munich and go grab a li'l bite to eat?”

The warm, soft feeling that Alex had bestowed onto her was still powerful and she desired for more of it. “That's real kind of you, Joey, but—”

“Oh, c'mon! You're my girlfriend after all. I can't hang out with my girlfriend in Germany?”

“You have to ask first,” she pointed out with a wag of her finger. The ringing of a bell caught their attention.

“We have to get going,” he told her and he raised his dark eyebrows at her. He began towards the train outside but Alex was still somewhere back there. They were about to leave soon; she chased after Joey towards the platform.

“By the way, I should have to ask you—how'd you get so tan?”

“I got a bit sunburnt a few months ago,” he told her with a shrug of his shoulders. “It all just peeled right off and underneath was all as brown as a coffee bean.”

The soles of his shoes padded on the concrete before them and she hurried after him. She peered over her shoulder: Alex was nowhere to be seen behind them.

Joey reached out for her hand and he led her onto the parlor car of the train, the exact same car as when she and Alex rode up to Amsterdam together. He took one step onto the floor of the doorway and she followed suit. She hung there in anticipation of him. He was somewhere in there.

She would stand there and wait for him if she had to. Even if it meant blocking passengers from boarding themselves. Even if it meant throwing all of the trains completely off schedule from each other.

“Sam?” Joey called back to her.

“Coming!” she replied, and she peered out to the incoming darkness. He ducked out from the station. She recognized that little tuft of gray from afar. He craned his neck in search of her. Even though he wasn't her boyfriend, he certainly felt as such right there as he looked for her.

She waved at him so as to grab his attention. She dared not call his name given Joey was right behind her.

“Sam!” Joey called again.

“Alex!” she blurted out. “Alex!” He turned his head right as the last few passengers boarded the car in front of her. He bolted right there and ran towards her. The train was about to leave right there.

“Hey!” Alex called after her.

“Sam, c'mon!” Joey insisted and he grabbed her by the hand and he took her aboard the train. The doors closed before Alex could come on board himself. He pounded on the doors but it was useless and too late at that point. The train rolled forward right then and there.

“HEY WHAT THE FUCK!” he shouted on the other side of the glass; his big voice echoed over the train. Joey dragged her to the seats on the other side of the train, unbeknownst to it all. Sam stood there before him, unsure as to what to do next. She knew that Joey was turning a blind eye to him.

“HEY!” Alex called out and he waved his arms about. She gasped at the sight of him there on the platform with his arms straight up in the air. She turned to Joey, oblivious to what had happened.

“Oh, no,” she muttered under her breath. She knew that the next train would be there soon enough, but she still left Alex behind, and about a mile away from the border no less. At least they were still in West Germany and they hadn't crossed over the Iron Curtain at any given moment. But if what he had told her about it remained true, he was still potentially within harm's way.

“FUCK!” was the last thing she heard before the train went around the corner and away from him. Her false boyfriend left behind about a mile from the edge of the Iron Curtain, and she went with her real boyfriend at that point.

“Care for a cuppa Joey?” Joey himself offered to her with that lopsided grin on his face.

“Um—sure.” She couldn't help from feeling out the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, and especially the heavy feeling inside of her chest. She left Alex behind, but then again, it wasn't exactly her fault. The train was about to leave.

Their small white china cups of coffee soon arrived and Joey was eager for the first taste. She couldn't enjoy it however. She kept on thinking about Alex, all by himself at a strange train station. She also missed the nickname Joey had given the cups of coffee as well: she couldn't exactly enjoy that for herself, either.

It would be another hour and a half before they returned to the station in Munich, and all the while, she thought of him. She wanted to cry but she couldn't, not with Joey right there in front of her.

By the time they reached the station in Munich, it was almost nine thirty and she couldn't bear to look at everyone because she knew someone would ask her what happened. Lucky for her, Joey led her to a small stretch of grass right across the street from their hotel, one that overlooked a small dark lake; before them was a narrow cobblestone walkway and a few metal tables accompanied with spindly chairs. He gestured for her to have a seat on the chair closest to her.

“I'll be right back,” he told her, and she nodded at him. She sat there, all alone, in a foreign city, and she had no idea as to what to say to Alex when he showed up again, that is if he did. Surely he knew that she waited for him at the door. Surely he would understand.

Joey soon returned to her from across the street with two cups of water in hand, and he handed her the one in his left.

“So—you guys are—touring?” she started with a clearing of her throat; she took a sip and the cold feeling upon her tongue was all she needed to feel right then.

“Yeah.” Joey turned his attention to her, complete with a thoughtful look on his face. “By the way, you've been awful quiet lately. I don't ever recall you being so quiet.”

“Oh, it's—it's nothing,” she sputtered out. “I'm just—in awe of—everything.”

Something moved about down on the grass. She spotted that little tuft of gray hair over his brow. He flashed Joey a dirty look and he looked at her with a cold glare. Even from a distance, she could feel his anger. She took a sip of her water as he walked on over to the dry patch of grass down by the waters.

Joey gave his black curls a little toss back from his neck and he showed her that lopsided grin. He then rested the side of his head within the palm of his hand.

“God, you know—it really is just so beautiful here,” he remarked with a glance up to the black sky overhead.

“Yeah—it really is,” she said with a look right into his eyes. “Like—upstate, but more.”

“Right?” She looked into his eyes so she wouldn't have to see what Alex was doing. But she could still see him out of the corner of her eye. Joey peered over his shoulder to the cobblestone walkway behind him with his dark lips still upturned in a joyous smile.

Alex had taken his spot there on the grass not too far from them, and he leaned back onto his elbows and stretched out his legs. Sam wondered where exactly she had gone wrong there with him. She would have to go back to the room with him, after she left him there within range of East Germany to his own whims. She left him there all by himself and he had hardly any money of him to top it all off.

When Joey wasn't looking, she had to talk to him.

Joey himself downed the whole cup of water in four large gulps.

“Let me get you some dinner,” he offered her as he set the cup down on the table.

“Oh, no, Joey it's—it's okay. I'm not hungry.”

“What?” he asked her with a bit of a mocking tone to his voice.

“I really am not hungry.”

“Oh, come on,” he encouraged her. “Some brats and sauerkraut to fill your cute li'l belly—I wanna treat my girlfriend well!”

She swallowed as he stood to his feet and rounded the side of the table. She watched him go across the street to the cafe next door to the hotel: she watched him go inside.

And then she turned her head to the right. Alex had turned around so he could watch her from a distance.

She walked up to him and he glared at her.

“Hey—about earlier,” she started, and he shook his head and he brought a hand to his brow as if he had a headache. She swallowed. She knew she had messed up by leaving him there, and she had to face the music with him, but she couldn't resist the sinking feeling in her chest.

“Alex, listen, he's my boyfriend,” she insisted, and she could feel her stomach twisting itself into a tight knot. Alex stood upright then and he towered over her.

“I know,” he said, terse. “But what I can't understand is what you continually see in him, though. And you ditched me, too!”

She paused right there and her mouth fell dry as a bone, more dry than any alcoholic drink ever left it feeling in the past. He shook his head about at her and nothing could deny the look of disgust on his face, either.

“You,” he stammered and he grew angrier and angrier right there, right before her, “you—you—fucking ditched me right by the boundary to East Germany. You ditched me when you knew damn well that there are Soviet soldiers over that way. How—” His bottom lip trembled and his face turned bright pink. The look of anger on his face twisted into one of heartbreak. They weren't in a relationship but she could tell that she had broken his heart.

“How—How—How could you?” he sputtered and he buried his face in his hands. Sam lunged for him but he pushed her hands away from him.

“No!” he yelped with furious tears in his eyes. “No! No, god dammit!”

“Alex, listen to me—”

“How could you become the very thing you are up against!” His voice broke to where she could barely hear him.

“What?” Sam demanded, stunned.

“You behaved just like that sad sack of nothing you call a friend, Aurora. She made my birthday all about her—you made our day out all about you. How could you!”

“Don't insult Aurora like that!” she spat, but Alex bowed his head again and he ran away from her and back to the lobby. She fumed at him even though he couldn't see her. How could he compare her to Aurora! But at the same time, as she stood there on the grass with her hands down by her waist, she couldn't help but wonder exactly what he meant by that.

She had gone off with Joey and left Alex at the train station, right within range of those Soviet soldiers.

She did.

But he had no right to say that about Aurora, even after everything she had done in the past year.

But his tears told her a different story. He wept at the very notion itself. Joey had already gone back to his room as well. She fetched up a sigh.

She had dinner with Joey but she wasn't in any mood to be with him after the fact. The day was about Alex, and she had been caught up in her own unfinished business all the while.

“I might just go to bed early, babe,” she told him as Joey walked her back to the room. “I have a headache. You know, with all the traveling and whatnot.”

“Oh, of course,” he replied, still with a thoughtful look on his face. “Besides, we're supposed to be back in our rooms at eleven, and here it is ten thirty.” Before she reached into her pocket for the room key, Joey leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips. A feeling that she had missed.

It felt so long ago, and yet it was all within her hands right there.

“I love you,” he whispered into her mouth.

“I love you more,” she retorted, and he chuckled at that.

“You have a good night,” he whispered again, and he gave her another kiss before she unlocked the door and headed inside. She set down her purse on the table: Chuck and Tiffany had gone out again, and Greg was nowhere to be seen, but Alex had already crawled into bed. The bed sheet hugged his slender body so she kept her eye on the smooth curvature while she changed her clothes right there next to the bed.

She rounded the foot of the bed so she could look into his slumbering face. But he rolled over before she could so much as peel back the covers; he breathed hard and heavy as she crawled underneath the bed sheet next to him.

“Alex—” she whispered.

But he never acknowledged back to her. Joey was in fact her boyfriend, but at the same time, she had left him there at the train station. He sniffled and she knew that he was crying again.

“Alex, listen,” she started right into his ear. “I'm terribly sorry about earlier. I know you're hurt and I hope you can forgive me. But as I've said, Joey is my boyfriend. I couldn't help it. I hope you can forgive not just me but the both of us. You also had no right to insult Aurora like that. Yeah, she's been a complete egotistical bitch since she got married, but I still consider her a friend.”

But he was silent still. She sighed through her nose and she lay back down in the bed with her arms folded across her chest as she awaited for Greg to rejoin them. The whole incident left her divided. Too divided to think things over and too tired to even consider the very suggestion itself.

But she managed to fall asleep before she got to see him walk through that door, and she awoke by the time he had climbed into bed next to her.

Alex was sound asleep himself. They had trapped her in bed, but she could slide down the bed to the foot. Careful not to wake either of them, she sank underneath the covers and she inched to the foot of the bed. She slithered out from under the covers and onto the floor.

There was one guy she could talk to about all of this as she swiped the key card to the room before she crept out to the hallway. She squinted her eyes against the low lights upon the ceiling. Held low against the black night outside there.

She adjusted the straps of her camisole before she closed the door behind her. All alone in the hallway there, she continued on towards the very end. Every time she blinked her eyes, there was that image of Alex crying. She couldn't shake the image from her mind. She had been a friend to him this whole entire time. She thought about what she had said about Aurora earlier as well. Still a friend, but she hadn't been one to her in almost a year at that point. He had more of an upper hand over that.

One other guy she knew she could visit, even when the going got tough overseas, right down the hall from them.

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mysteryofren · 4 years

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The Best Date ever

part 19 of So Happy Together

18: https://mysteryofren.tumblr.com/post/617223875887071232/think-about-what-i-said

The sun on your skin. The breeze seems to constantly be flowing through the streets. The smell of the restaurants from the buildings ahead. You took in every single second you could. You needed to remember everything so you could tell the first order. You took pictures like crazy both with your phone and the camera Elaine had gotten you. It had been 3 days since you arrived in Florence. You had been so in love with the city you told your grandfather you didn't want to go anywhere else. He spoke to the hotel manager and managed to keep the room for the full week. You spent your days roaming the streets with him. Taking in the views of the city. You didn't want to leave. You wanted to stay here forever. It was the beginning of your 4th day you woke up early like you usually did, and ran to wake your grandfather.

“What do you wanna do today? I think I wanna try visiting the Uffizi Gallery today.” you flipped through the little travel guide the hotel kept in each room.

“My dear. I'm sorry about this, but I'm not feeling very energetic today.”

“Oh. ok well maybe I can go get us breakfast from one of the restaurants outside, and we can just have a day in.” you said putting the book down.

“Don't be ridiculous. If you want to go out on your own I won't stop you. I'm old, you're young. Go see what the city has to offer you.”

“You're not that old. Besides I would feel bad leaving you here.” you really did. You didn't want to go off and see everything without him.

“Don't feel bad. Go. explore the city, and tell me all about it when you get back.” you kissed him and hugged him before running back to your room. You opened the window to get a feel for the air outside. Not its hottest day, but not cold either. Something with a light jacket could do. You just threw on a regular t-shirt and jeans and brought a jacket with you. You said goodbye to your grandfather and headed out. You walked out and down to the hotel lobby. Once you were outside you made your way to one of the restaurants outside. As soon as you stepped out the hotel doors you felt the familiar warmth of the sun hitting you. You would never get tired of that feeling. You looked at the scenery in front of you. The sun was barely up yet. The buildings across the street only had a few people walking by them. Even less people in them.

You made way towards the little bakery you and your grandfather had passed the other day. You took the time to think. It was still dark out back home. It was almost 8 am. That meant it was 1 am at home. That was crazy. You just woke up, and some of your friends were just going to bed. Elaine's tour was tomorrow. Her date with Matt was coming up. If they did date how would they make it work. Phasma went back to California to see her parents. What was she up to? She still had to be awake. What was Hux up to? You knew he was still probably at the school. You missed them all so much. What would happen once Hux, and Elaine left? Would you all stick together? Would Elaine get a new roommate and forget you existed? Would Hux go to England, and leave the memories behind him? No. he wouldn't. She wouldn't. You weren't sure of many things, but the one thing you knew without a doubt. The bond all 5 of you had was unbreakable. No matter where the world took you. They would always be there. You would always be there.

You had finally gotten to the bakery and walked in. it was only about a block away, but the area around it had looked so different . you walked in and went to pull out your phone to see if your grandfather wanted anything. You couldn't find it though. Could you have left it back at the hotel? You went to walk back out when you bumped into someone. He was out of breath. Like he had been running. His hair was red, but it wasn't bright red like Hux’s hair. It was dark. He also had it swept back, but he didn't use any product to keep it back. He wasn't pale like Hux either, he was a little tanner. He had a small scar across his nose, and another one that looked like it came from the back of his neck to his jaw. He smiled down at you before backing away from you.

“Hey, sorry,” he said “I followed you back from the hotel. I've been looking for you for like 10 minutes. You dropped this.”

He dug into his back pocket and took out your phone. Shit. good thing he found it. Anyone else would have just taken it. You grabbed it from his hand.

“Shit thanks man. I didn't even notice.”

“No problem. I was worried I wouldn't find you.”

“Are you eating here? Can I get you anything as a thank you?”

“No, you don't have to do that.”

“Cmon, I insist.” he shyly followed you in and you both stood in line looking at the menu.

“Im Y/N by the way.”

“Oh, I'm Cal.”

You were next in line. You both told the person working the register your order. You paid and you both went to the side counter to wait for everything to be ready. You stood in almost an awkward silence. Once your food was ready you grabbed it and went to a small table outside. You sat there a few minutes before the man walked out and looked over at you.

“Mind if i sit with you?”

“Of course not, go ahead.”

“So uh where are you from? I think we might be staying at the same hotel, I see you around there a lot.”

“Oh, i'm not from anywhere special. Just some small town.”

“Well still where are you from?”

“It's a town called Tatooine”

“Cool, I'm from Bracca.” you had heard of it. Your father went there a long time ago.

“What's that like I heard it's like a big industrial town.”

“For the most part, yeah. My parents are lawyers though.” oh great another rich kid.

“So how old are you?” you asked, trying to divert the conversation from parents to literally anything else.

“Im 18. 19 in a month. My parents brought me here as an early birthday gift since the semester will still be going on when it comes around.” you both stayed talking for a good amount of time. An hour almost. He reminded you of what Hux could've been like. He was smart, but he was also carefree and goofy. It was cute. His eyes didn't have a cold look behind them like Hux’s did. They were dark and kind. You looked down at your phone and saw your grandfather had messaged you about his order.

“Hey sorry I gotta take my grandfather some food. That, and I gotta get going. I got a few things I wanna do today.”

“Oh what are you doing?”

“Just going to some museums and walking around the city.”

“It's a bit straight forward, but can I join you? My parents are doing some couple things, and I like hanging out with you.”

“Oh sure, I'd love that. I mean to not be alone.” Why were you nervous?

“Cool it's a date. I'll meet you in the hotel lobby when you're ready.”

Date? Like. a DATE date? Oh no. you were nervous. You watched as he walked back towards where the hotel was. Oh stars. You wish you could message Elaine. She's probably asleep but OH STARS WHAT DO YOU DO? You walked back into the bakery and ordered food for your grandfather. You made your way back, and the entire time your heart was racing. Once you were back at the room you went into your grandfather's room, and handed him the bag with his food. You chatted with him a bit, and let him know you were going out with a boy you had met from the hotel. When you both were done talking you went into your room, and changed into something a bit cuter. Maybe it wasn't a real date, but he was cute, and you're still recovering from everything back home. You style your hair, and put on a bit of makeup, before deciding you were good to go. Even if it wasn't a real date, you could have him take pictures of you for the first order. You said bye to your grandfather, and headed out.

You looked around the lobby. Not seeing him anywhere. You decided to sit in the small waiting area by the door for him. A couple minutes went by, and your phone buzzed. It was a message on instagram.

‘Good thing I thought to get your instagram :) where are you?’ oh thank the stars he wasn't ditching you.

‘I'm in the lobby by the door.’ he had read it, but didn't reply. A few seconds later you saw him coming from the other side of the lobby.

“I couldn't see you behind the plant, sorry.” he said smiling. He changed too. Now you didnt feel so weird about it.

“No problem. You ready?”

“Yeah so what do you wanna do?”

You told him about how you wanted to visit the Uffizi Gallery, and see some more of the city. You both walked out, and headed for the gallery. You both went back and forth about everything you could possibly think of. You guys talked about school, friends, family the list went on and on. Once you guys finally got to the gallery you walked around admiring everything around you two. You took some pictures with your camera, both of the art, and Cal. he did the same. He used your camera to take some pictures of you posing by some of the pieces they had. One certain picture he took 2 photos, and slipped the second one in his pocket. When you questioned it he said he didn't want to forget the day. You could have sworn you were in love when he said it too.

You would stop people occasionally to take pictures of the two of you together. You didn't want to forget the day either. While looking at one of the pieces he even took your hand in his. He moved pretty fast, but you weren't complaining. It felt like you two were together for a lifetime. It felt like after the cafe talking to him was like it was nothing. You were so nervous at the thought of this being a date. Now it didn't seem so bad. This is what you were looking for. You felt normal again. Like nothing at home was wrong. You were just a girl having a small fling with some boy in a different country during your break. You liked him though. Not as much as you liked someone else, but you did. It felt like the day was one big dream.

“What should we do now?” he asked while you both sat on a small bench outside the gallery.

“I don't know we can probably just walk around. See what there is to do around here.”

“Alright then. Lets go.” he took your hand in his, and you both walked. No destination in mind. Just a need for adventure.

“So I saw on your instagram your last name is Kenobi. I don't know why but it's really familiar.”

“Well my dad has some business’ in Bracca. You've probably heard of him. Alden Kenobi.”

“Oh yeah. He basically owns the city he's got so many places down there.”

“So what's your last name?” you really didn't want to talk about your parents.

“Kestis.”

“Cool, so you're in college? What are you studying?”

He told you about his love for engineering. He talked about how his whole life he would constantly take things apart just to put them back together. He talked about it like it was art. It was adorable. Part of you is glad you dropped your phone. If you hadn't you couldn't have met him. Now that you're here with him you felt good.

“So you're here with your grandfather huh?”

“Yeah. he got me the tickets as a christmas gift. I've never been out of the country before so he wanted to bring me.”

“Really? Not even with your parents?”

“Uhh, me and my parents aren't very close.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn't know,” it felt awkward again until he asked. “So do you have friends back home?”

Now it was your turn to gush. You told him all about them. You told him about Elaine, and her love for soccer and plants. Matts awkwardness, Hux’s intensity, and Phasma's goofiness.they were the world to you, and you loved talking about them. He told you about his friends back home. A girl named Cere, and some guy called Greeze. They met when he started college.

The day went on. You both walked around for hours exploring everything the city had to offer you. You took lots of pictures, and let him keep a few. You hoped he would show Cere and Greeze when he went back to school. It felt like a dream. This was the closest thing to peace you've had in awhile. You felt almost as good as you did new years. If he didn't live so far, you could see yourself with him. It could never happen. He's in college. You've still got next year left before you are in one. All good things come to end and so did your date. Both of you somehow found yourselves back in front of the hotel. It was dark now. Actually it was late. Almost 10.

“Hey, I gotta go find my parents, but I had a lot of fun today.”

“Yeah me too. It was definitely what I needed.” you said smiling at him.

“Yeah I hope we can do it again while we're here.” he grabbed your shoulder gently, and kissed your cheek.

“I'll message you later.” he said with a smile as he walked away.

Maybe it was a date. Even if it wasn't. It was still the best date ever.

tags: @wumboho @pylopenpolo @duty-isnt-always-honour @wondering-wishing-well

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impala-dreamer · 5 years

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Things We Never Said

SPN FanFic

~The Winchesters have a hard time getting the right words out at the right time.~

Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

1,565 Words

Warnings: Super Angst.

A/N: This is for my Fic Imitating Art Challenge! The prompt is entirely based on the graphic created by @because-imma-lady-assface. I hope you enjoy!

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Dean wasn’t good with words. They tumbled out of him in emotional bursts that usually got the wrong reaction, causing more problems than they solved.

Sam...he knew how to find the words, knew what he wanted, needed to say, just not how to get them out. Not when it came to you. Neither of them knew how to explain just what you meant to them.

They met you on a Tuesday, which Sam found strange when he looked back later, because nothing good ever happened on a Tuesday. It was raining, which Dean enjoyed, and he always would remember how you looked up from the ground, covered in mud and cuts, lashes carrying raindrops as you blinked at him.

“Thanks for the hand,” you teased, out of breath from the fight, wind knocked out of you as the demon power shot you across the empty field.

Dean gave a short laugh and extended a hand, instantly taken back when your small hand fit so perfectly into his. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You jumped to your feet and wiped a bit of mud from your cheek. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to getting dirty.”

Something about the way you winked at him punched him in the chest and that was the end of him. He could feel it right then and there. Maybe he’d never call it love, but it was something, and that something was stronger than he’d felt in forever.

“You got a name, stranger?” you asked, turning a sly smile at his glazed expression.

“Uh…” His lips moved but no name came out.

“Winchester,” Sam spoke up, jog coming to a halt by your side. “I’m Sam,” he said, reaching to shake your hand. “This is my brother, Dean.”

You smiled up at him as you slipped free from Dean’s grip and into Sam’s. “Sam and Dean Winchester? The Sam and Dean?”

Sam blushed and nodded, bit of hair falling to cover his hazel eyes. “I guess so.”

“Well, lucky me.” You bit your lip and smiled, innocent eyes sparkling even in the darkness of the storm.

Sam fell hard in that moment, lost in the twinkle in your eye and the softness of your voice. He felt his heart beat, every muscle coming to life as you held his hand so tight. He was hooked.

“You fellas wanna give a lady a ride back to her car?” you asked, finally letting them both go and turning towards the road. A quick look over your shoulder showed the brothers frozen in place, faint smitten smiles turning their lips. You laughed and let them watch you walk away, swinging your hips a little more obviously than usual.

Dean sighed. “She’s…”

Sam cleared his throat. “Yeah…”

The brothers shared a look and took off, determined to see who would get to you first; a friendly competition for your hand.

Time moved quickly as it always did and the Tuesdays piled up in the rearview.

In the end, neither Winchester made a move, knowing it would only lead to trouble between them. The world gave them enough issues. Bringing one home, even one as intriguing as you, just wasn’t in the cards.

That was fine with you, you weren’t in it for love anyway. Still, there were times when Dean’s lips accidentally met yours after a bottle of whiskey, or his heated admonishments would make your heart swell, knowing he yelled because he was worried.

You never talked about those drunken nights or passionate pep talks, not with anyone.

Not even when Sam slipped into your room at night, curling his long body around yours, nuzzling into your ear, whispering words of comfort. Not when his fingers would brush against yours beneath the table while you both poured over books in the Library.

It was an unspoken thing. They both held your heart, but they pretended all was normal. Just friends, colleagues even. A trio of hunters working to rid the world of monsters and the evil that lurked in the night.

It was a Tuesday when they lost you.

The poetic irony of the day nearly snapped Sam in half when he realized the date, rushing to your side as you fell, the monster’s claws ripping straight through your flesh.

The sun was bright and the sky was filled with marshmallow clouds that seemed soft and calming; your eyes locking onto one that looked a bit like a duck as Dean cradled your head in his lap.

“No, Y/N/N, please…” his voice cracked as he rubbed your cheek with his big thumb, feeling the cold already setting in.

You pulled away from the sky to look into his eyes one last time. You could feel the blood flowing, pouring out even as Sam pressed his giant hands to your stomach. “Dean…” you smiled as he leaned close, tears welling in his green eyes. “I love you.”

He shuddered and pressed his forehead to yours, jaw clenching as he tried to keep himself together.

Sam was shaking, pushing down on your wound, but all the pressure in the world couldn’t hold back the flood. It was too much. It was too late.

You reached for him, a weak hand rising to curl around his ear. “Sam, hey.”

He looked up, face masked with misery. “Y/N, I…”

“Come here.” Dizziness crept in as the sky burned bright white above, but Sam blocked the brightness as he leaned close.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, lifting a bloody hand to your cheek.

“No, Sam.” A cough shook your body and you bit back a scream, determined to make it through one last word. “L-love you.”

It was raining again, but the flames took no notice.

Sam stood at Dean’s left, cheeks flooded with tears, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. His shoulders were tight and his body was slumped, somehow shrinking him down into a shell of a man instead of the giant hero he was. Grief was heavy. His heart even more so.

Dean was calm. He stood like a statue, eyes unblinking as the pyre consumed your body. He was tired of saying goodbye, tired of feeling the heartache of love lost too soon. It clawed at him from deep inside, shredding his soul with every speck of ash that floated to Heaven.

Sam broke the silence, speaking suddenly as if you could still hear him. His voice was strained and high as he choked around the tears. “Y/N, I… I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry we…”

“Don’t do that,” Dean spat, head shaking subtly.

“What?”

“Don’t apologize to her. This wasn’t your fault.”

Sam let out a quick breath as anger began to brew. “It wasn’t yours either.”

Dean nodded. “I know.”

The fire crackled loudly and Sam turned back to the outline of your body.

“There’s no blame here,” Dean said, never looking away from the flames. “It’s not anyone’s fault, Sammy. Shit happens. She died how she wanted.”

“She didn’t want to die, Dean,” Sam snapped.

“No, but she knew she would some day.”

Sam grit his teeth. “Why are you being so calm about this?”

“I’m not.” His voice was too even, too slow, and the tears began to fall at last. “I loved her, Sam. Since the first moment I saw her. I feel...I feel like my heart’s been ripped out of my chest and is burning on that pyre right now. I…” He took a deep breath and licked the salt from his lip, eyes darting between the wood and ash. “I never told her. I could never fucking say it back.”

Sam broke again, letting go of the anger he felt at Dean’s apparent callousness and falling forward. He hit the ground and sank back, bringing his knees up to his chest like a little boy lost in a crowd. “She was…”

Dean looked down and back, nodding quickly. “I know, Sammy.”

“And she never asked for anything,” he went on, words tumbling from his shaking lips. “Never complained about what we were or what you guys were, never brought it up. It’s like...she was happy in the middle. Just to be there. She was she was always there. I should have told her. I should have said it. I…”

Dean took a breath and closed his eyes finally, lifting his face to the sky, letting the heat of the funeral flames lick at his cheeks. “She knew.”

“Did she?” Sam yelled. “Did she!”

Green eyes returned to the fire, barely able to make out your silhouette anymore. “She did, Sam. I know she did.”

They weren’t good with words.

Dean never figured out the things he wanted to say in the way he wanted to say them; substituting an ‘I Love You’ with a kiss on the forehead or a longing smile from afar.

Sam never said what he needed to; fear and doubt keeping his words locked deep inside. He would share his nightmares and wishes, hopes and heartache in quiet whispers in the dark, but ‘I Love You’ was too hard to touch.

They kept your picture in the Library; small framed snapshot tucked away on a shelf with the books you loved, a smile captured and kept forever.

They kept their ‘I Love Yous’ in that same Library, filed away under ‘Things We Never Said’.

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#spn fanfic #angst #dean x reader #sam x reader #one shot #fia challenge round1

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imaginapalminthemorning · 4 years

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Study Me How to Please the Eye Indeed

Synopsis: The boys are starting college and uh oh, their roommates are cute. Idrk where I’m gonna take this yet, but there will definitely be romance involved.

Pairings: Eventual Analogical, Royality, and Dukeceit; background Remile

Warnings: cursing, Remus (like he says weird stuff; you know how he is)

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Introductions Pt. 1

Virgil stood outside the door, not wanting to enter. He had no idea what his roommate would be like. Is he messy? High-maintenance? Is he loud? Vulgar? Annoying? Mean? A million scenarios ran through his head as he stood staring at the door to number 22.

Maybe he hasn’t arrived yet, Virgil hoped. Maybe I can get all my stuff together and head out before he gets here. This wishful thinking was enough to get Virgil to put his hand on the doorknob. With a deep breath, he steeled himself and turned the handle.

There wasn’t much to the small dorm room. Split down the middle into two identical halves, there were two beds, two dressers, and two desks. On the wall opposite the door was a decently sized window that overlooked the courtyard. A large suitcase and a blue backpack sat on one of the beds.

“Guess I’m not first,” Virgil grumbled to himself. He tossed his backpack onto the remaining bed, and flopped down beside it. This is a nightmare. Why did I decide to go to a school halfway across the country? Why did I subject myself to this torture? Virgil pushed his long bangs down to cover his face, and breathed in the darkness. He prayed for quiet. Just for a moment, he needed everything to stop, and be still. It was all moving so fast. It was only last night that he said goodbye to his family at the airport, but it felt like an eternity.

Suddenly the door opened, and in walked a tall, skinny boy carrying a small cardboard box in his arms. He wore a faded nasa tshirt and blue jeans, and a pair of thin, rectangular glasses slipped down over his nose as he walked. His dark hair fell straight across his forehead, and a few light freckles speckled his cheeks. He didn’t seem to be loud, messy, vulgar or mean.

God dammit, thought Virgil, he’s cute.

The boy startled as he spied Virgil on the bed, nearly dropping his box.

“Oh, hello,” he spoke while adjusting his glasses, “I didn’t expect to see you for awhile. Wanted to move in early too, I suppose?” His voice was unexpectedly low, and very smooth. He sounded like a host on a podcast or a jazz radio station.

“My name’s Logan, nice to meet you.” He placed the cardboard box on his bed and extended a hand towards the other boy.

“Virgil,” he replied, and reluctantly shook Logan’s hand.

“Since I got here first, I took the liberty of choosing the side I wanted. Hope you don’t mind,” Logan said rather plainly. While his expression never changed, he seemed friendly enough. Virgil felt he was able to relax a bit around him.

“So what are you majoring in?” Logan queried as he resumed his unpacking.

“I, uh... I haven’t decided, yet,” Virgil replied, embarrassed.

“Exploring your options? That’s cool. Nothing wrong with that,” Logan said calmly, “I’m studying physics; hoping to get a minor in astronomy too. I’ve always been fascinated by space.”

Jesus Christ, thought Virgil, I’m rooming with a freaking rocket scientist. God, I’m such a loser.

Except, Virgil didn’t feel as inferior next to him as he thought he would. Logan didn’t come across as the egocentric, know-it-all type of guy. He seemed very relaxed, unassuming, and kind. He had a quiet sort of demeanor, even if he was rather talkative. Virgil got the sense that it wasn’t so much that he had a lot to say; more so that he didn’t have a lot of people to talk to.

“Space is pretty cool,” Virgil mused, trying to keep the conversation going.

“You think so? You should take an astronomy class then. Might find it’s something you’re interested in. Or maybe join the astronomy club, they do stargazing events every other week, I think,” Logan rambled on.

“Maybe,” mumbled Virgil. Logan clearly wasn’t lying about his fascination.

“What other stuff are you interested in?”

“I’m... not really sure. I guess I like... I don’t know, video games? But you can’t really make a career out of that.”

“Sure you can. Video gaming is a huge industry, you can do a lot with that. You can focus on game design, like art or storytelling, or you can go for the actual coding if that’s more you’re thing.”

“I guess.”

“Well, don’t stress about it now,” Logan turned away from his boxes to face Virgil, “You’re a freshman, most of your classes are gonna be GE stuff anyway. You got plenty of time to figure it out.” He gave Virgil a kind smile.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Virgil was surprised. He had heard it all before— don’t stress, don’t worry, don’t fret— but this was the first time he actually felt calmed by those words. How was it a stranger was better at calming him down than his own mother?

“Hey, you hungry?” Logan interrupted Virgil’s train of thought, “I haven’t eaten yet, I was gonna go find something after I finished unpacking. You wanna come with?”

Any other day, any other circumstance, and Virgil would have said no. Imagine how awkward that would be: lunch with a complete stranger? A cute stranger? Who knows what could go wrong? But there was something about this boy. He didn’t feel like a stranger; Virgil had known him five minutes, and he already felt more comfortable with him than anyone else he had ever known. Maybe— maybe this was worth a shot.

“Sure, why not.”

******

“19, 19... Where the hell is 19?” Roman grumbled as he walked down the hall. This is ridiculous, he thought. Here’s number 20... and here’s 32. Where did 32 come from?

“You’re looking for 19?” A voice crept up from behind. Roman turned to see a mess of curly hair and huge pair of glasses. They were attached to a young man in a flowery shirt and light jeans. He carried a suitcase that looked about three times his size, absolutely bursting at the seams, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all. He wore a bright smile on his round, speckled face and beamed up at the tall boy in front of him.

“I’m looking for 19 too. You must be my roommate! My name’s Patton, nice to meet you!” He shifted his enormous suitcase to his other side and stuck out a hand. Roman shook it, and noted the strong grip. This guy’s not as squishy as he looks.

“Name’s Roman. Do you have any idea how this numbering system works? I’ve been walking in circles for like half an hour now.”

“Yeah, it’s a little confusing, but I think I’m starting to figure it out. It looks like they group odds and evens together in blocks. Here, follow me.”

This Patton sure was a gregarious fellow. It didn’t seem to matter that they had just met; he acted as if they had known each other their whole lives.

I hope he doesn’t think I’m an idiot, Roman thought as he picked up his bags, I know how to count. It’s just these stupid dorms are organized in the weirdest ways.

Together, the two boys wandered up and down the halls of the dorm. They passed door after door, scanning the numbers as they went, but still found no sign of number 19.

“You’re sure you know where you’re going?” Roman asked, a bit more irritatedly than he meant it to come out.

“Well, all the other groups made sense,” Patton replied with a puzzled look on his face. “Maybe we should just ask somebody.”

“No way,” Roman stopped in his tracks, “I don’t wanna be labeled as the dumb freshman who can’t find his own dorm room.”

“The only thing dumb here is this dumb numbering system,” Patton retorted, “Come on, there’s no harm in just asking.”

Before Roman could stop him, Patton went up to the first door he saw and knocked. The door opened to a tall young man in a leather jacket. A pair of dark sunglasses sat perched on the end of his nose, even though room behind him was dark. What, is he high? thought Roman, It’s like four in the afternoon. Patton, however, didn’t seem to notice.

“Hi there! Sorry to bother you, but do you know where number 19 is? My roommate and I can’t seem to find it.”

Sunglasses cracked a wide smile. “Oh, so you guys got lucky number 19, huh? Yeah, I’ll show you where it is.”

Roman eyed Patton suspiciously, but Patton just shrugged and followed Sunglasses down the hall. Roman hurried after them, watching the tall boy carefully. He was certain he was about to walk into a prank, but he didn’t want Patton to be humiliated all by himself. Poor kid was just too friendly to know better. You don’t just go knocking on strangers’ doors. Everyone knows that! But, then again, Patton had this air about him; he was so trusting, it made Roman want to trust too.

Roman was still lost in thought when Sunglasses stopped abruptly. The boys turned to see a door with a large sign that read 61.

“There you go: lucky number 19. Someone flipped the sign upside down a few years ago, and no one’s bothered to fix it. We just call it Lucky 19 now.”

“Well, no wonder we couldn’t find it,” Patton squinted up at the numbers on the door.

“God, finally.” Roman breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his bags on the floor. “I’m exhausted. Hey, thanks for your help, man.”

“No problem,” Sunglasses replied.

“It was really nice meeting you!” Patton cut in, “I’m Patton by the way, this is Roman,” he gestured towards the red-haired boy as he sat down on a suitcase.

Sunglasses smiled a friendly smile at the boys. “Remy. If you need any more help just knock. Emile and I are always around.”

“Thanks, Remy! See you around, then!” Patton beamed as Remy sauntered back down the hall. He then turned and peered smugly down at Roman.

“See? What’d I tell you?”

“Yeah, you sure told me,” Roman chuckled softly. He watched as Patton excitedly pulled out his key and opened the door. There was something about the way he lugged that humongous suitcase into the room, giddily gesturing for Roman to follow; something about his energy, his friendliness, his easy disregard for social protocol; something about that disarming smile of his that caught Roman’s attention, and he smiled as he watched the curly-haired boy from the hallway.

I think I’m really gonna enjoy getting to know this guy.

******

As usual, Remus was bored. He had found his dorm room awhile ago, but hadn’t felt like unpacking, and now sat bouncing a baseball against the wall of number 28, debating his options. Perhaps pranking his roommate wasn’t the best idea. He would have to live with this person for the next few months; he didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot.

Of course, Remus couldn’t usually avoid that anyway. His eccentric personality turned a lot of people off, and growing up he didn’t have a lot of friends. It never really bothered him before; after all, if he was bored he could always go annoy his brother. But now, sitting in the small dorm, Remus realized just how alone he was.

However, he wasn’t alone for very long. Remus turned at the sound of the door opening, and found a short young man standing in the doorway. He wore a rumpled yellow button-down shirt, a brown flannel wrapped around his waist, and a black beanie to cover his dark, curly hair. The left side of his face was covered in light splotches, and his left eye was considerably lighter than his right. Both eyes, however, shared the same tired look, and his mouth drooped into a tired frown. Actually, Remus thought, he looks pretty shitty all over.

“Hey there,” Remus stood up to greet the boy, “Are you my roomie?”

“Is this your room?” the boy said blankly.

“Last time I checked,” said Remus, curiously.

“Then I guess I am,” the boy finally moved out of the doorway, and over to one of the beds. He tossed his bags onto it and sat down on the edge, pulling out his phone.

“I’m Remus,” Remus said awkwardly, unsure how to continue the conversation, “what’s your name?”

The boy seemed to ignore him for a moment, but then slowly looked up and stared at Remus.

“Dee.”

“Dee?”

“Yeah.” The boy looked back down at his phone.

“Just Dee? Not DJ? D-man? Double-D? Deez nuts—“

“Just. Dee.” He spoke through gritted teeth. Obviously not one for jokes.

“Ok. Dee. You got it,” Remus didn’t want to push the issue. He sat down on the opposite bed, trying his damndest to be polite.

“I play the violin,” Dee spoke, not looking up from his phone, “Is that gonna bother you?”

“I like to masturbate at four in the morning. Is that gonna bother you?” Remus blurted out.

“...You serious?”

“Well I do. But no, I’m kidding.”

“...Right.” Dee eyed Remus skeptically, but didn’t seem all that bothered, surprisingly. Maybe he was just too tired to be overly disturbed by anything, but Remus was happy enough to have his attention, if only for a few moments.

“I like your face.”

“Um.”

“I mean, like, your skin. It’s cool. Is that some kinda skin disorder?”

“It’s called vitiligo, and I’m actually really sensitive about it.”

“Well if you’re so sensitive, why don’t you cover it up?”

“...Ok, I’m not actually that sensitive about it.”

“Well then, why’d you say you were?”

“...I don’t know.” Dee continued to watch Remus with an inquisitive look. It excited Remus. He hadn’t held a conversation this long in ages. It was refreshing.

“...You really like to say what’s on your mind, don’t you?” Dee asked.

“You mean I’m rude and annoying, don’t you?”

He thought about it a moment. “...No, not exactly. Just... unfiltered.”

“Well, better someone who speaks his mind than someone who hides everything about himself, in my opinion.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” said Dee, suddenly defensive.

“You’re name’s not really Dee, is it?” Remus said with a sly smile.

Dee paused for a long time, considering how to answer.

“...No,” he said finally.

“Where did Dee come from?” Remus asked.

“Long story.”

“I got time.”

“Well I don’t,” Dee suddenly began shifting things around on the bed. He looked uncomfortable; it was a look Remus was all too familiar with. “Look, I’ve been up almost 24 hours now. I’ve got a massive headache, and I need to get some sleep. No offense, but are you capable of shutting up for like, twenty minutes at least?”

Damn, thought Remus, and it was going so well. “I’ll do you one better,” he said as friendly as possible, “I’ll head out for a little while, give you some space. Be back in a couple hours.” He gathered his things and headed for the door, not waiting for an answer. But as he stepped out into the hallway, he heard a muffled voice rise up from the bed.

“Nice meeting you.”

“Huh,” Remus smiled to himself as he shut the door behind him. Perhaps he didn’t totally mess this one up after all.

#ts sanders sides #college au #tw cursing #all the boys #analogical #royality #dukeceit #madz writes #not all the chapters are gonna be this long btw #just the introductions

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baroquebucky · 5 years

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chemistry

part 2

warnings: getting followed ( marked with ****** ) and flirty!shy!peter

A/N: omg you guys liked this much more than i expected :’ ) please leave some feedback of what you’d like to see !! I’d love to hear what you guys think <3

part 1

You walked into chem just as you had every other day, flustered as you noticed peters lingering stare on you, his face soon flushed when you sat next to him and gave him a soft hi.

You both stole glances at each other, giggling softly when one of you caught the other. Like now for example. You watched peter fumble with the goggles, too amused to help him.

“why are you staring at me” he pouted and you blushed, face heating up and ears burning.

“I wasn’t staring!” You defended yourself, giggling a bit as the goggles fit him too tight.

“here, let me see them” you spoke, reaching your hand out as he handed you the goggles, your fringertips brushing as your heart rate sped up even more, you were sure he could hear it.

Peter could hear how fast your heart beat was, he was fighting the giant grin threatening to crawl onto his face. You fiddled with the straps and handed him the pair of goggles back.

“there, try it” you grinned at him, seeing the goggles fit perfectly. He thanked you softly and you saw his ears a deep shade of red, you smiled at him and headed to a lab table, ready to experiment with sami.

Peter headed to a lab table four away from yours, you could still see the outline of his jaw and the way his arms flexed underneath the shirt he was wearing. You had to stop yourself from going into the depths of your mind.

“oh my god can you please keep your stares to a minimum right now? we have a fire going on!” sami gelled, motioning to the bunts and burner she had lit up.

“yeah sorry” you spoke, chuckling as she smiled at you.

“nah don’t worry about it, I’m betting now he’ll ask you out by Christmas break” sami spoke, looking over at peter and Ned almost done with the lab.

You scoffed as you grabbed the items you needed and quickly took notes as the small reaction took place. You offered to clean up the lab, seeing as though you had taken the notes and sami still needed to copy them. After wiping the table down you rushed over to put the goggles back in their container.

You got on your tip toes to put them in their spot, and you held your breath as you realized peter was right behind you, putting his goggles up too.

You stopped breathing. You could feel his chest on your back, the way his arms just ever so slightly grazed your bare skin. You were almost in a daze before you realized how close the two of you really were.

You rushed to your seat quickly, face burning hot and a smile creeping it’s way onto your face, you rushed to Sami’s side, squealing as you walked to orchestra, giving her every last detail of the interactions between the two of you.

The first week of school flew by in a whirlwind, suddenly you were fully flung into working mode, the piles of papers you had to write shoved into your backpack. But the one thing that you savored more than anything else was the time you spent in chemistry laughing at the back of the class with peter, or getting to copy his notes.

It was Sunday night, you had finally finished all your homework. Just as you were about to get in the restroom to shower, a wave of realization hit you. The art project. Painting somewhere safe.

You grabbed all your clothes and quickly ran out the door, rushing to find your shoes and heading out to a small park you had found. It was sort of your safe haven.

You thanked god that you had started doing your other work yesterday so that you had enough time to finish early today.

You sketched out the small opening with a little gazebo to the side, a small pond with a generous amount of ducks and trees. You hummed to old one direction tunes, stopping here and there to text your best friend from back home. She FaceTimed you and you smiled brightly, answering on the first ring.

“Ximena!” You smiled, as she waved through the screen.

“oh my god hey! i miss you bitch” she pouted and you sighed, “i miss you too thot, i have like one friend here and that’s it” you groaned, propping your phone up on your water bottle so you continue to sketch.

“what are you doing?” She asked, leaning in to see what you were working on. You smiled at her question and held up your piece of paper.

“art, we have to draw a safe space so I’m drawing this cute little park i found” you explained setting it back down.

“so tell me about that boy you like, what’s his name? Patrick?” She asked, smiling widely.

You laughed at her, “it’s peter and oh my god i have to sneak a picture of him he’s so fucking hot and cute” you groaned, leaning back and smiling at her through the screen.

“The other day my back was against his chest and oh my god it was magical xime” you smiled, remembering the way his skin felt against yours.

You and ximena talked for hours, catching up and just talking about nothing. You didn’t even realize the sun was already going down.

“shit, I’ll text you when I’m home, i have to catch the bus back home or else it’s like a 30 minute walk” you spoke, putting your colors and pens back into your back and carefully slipping in your art project.

“okay be safe!” your best friend called before you hung up. You walked quickly to bus station, and then started sprinting when you realized “oh my god that’s the bus i have to take home.”

You tried to run after the bus but no luck, you groaned and looked around, no one. Your eyes started to tear up but you quickly wiped them. You’ll be fine don’t be dramatic.

You didn’t know if it was just because it was dark, but you realized Queens was terrifying. Every noise you heard you were ready to fight, scared that some creepy old man would try something with you.

You looked at the map on your phone, and then looked up, realizing you had been going the wrong way. “No, no, no!” You groaned, turning around and walking much quicker the right way.

“do you uh, need a little help miss?” You heard an you spun around quickly. He seemed nice, middle aged, carrying some groceries. Something told you to stay away, say you were fine and leave.

“uhm no I’m okay- thank you” you spoke, offering him a small smile and walking the other way quickly.

“no please let me help, are you lost?” He spoke, setting his bags down and crossing the street. Oh god.

“no! Just uh change of plans my mom should be here any minute” you spoke, voice shaking as the man kept coming closer.

******

“I can take you home” he smiled at you and you ran for it, glancing down to see you were going the right way and you realized, i can’t let this guy know where i live. You took a sharp turn, hoping to loose him after running at top speed for five minutes.

Your throat burned and your legs hurt, god you were out of shape. You frantically looked around, you were alone.

You let out a loud sigh, holding onto the wall as you caught your breath again. Suddenly you were being tackled into an alley, a small scream leaving your mouth before it was muffled into the mans hand.

******

Peter heard a scream, immediately swinging the way he had just came from.

“karen what’s going on?” Peter asked as he swung towards the source of distress.

“It seems as though there is an assault in the alley to your right” the AI spoke calmly.

“call the cops now karen!” He rushed, landing softly and looking into the alley. He didn’t see anything and then suddenly the hair on his neck stood up. He moved quickly, the bullet going straight into the wall.

“hey i don’t have life insurance yet!” Peter spoke, running towards the man and taking him down. The man struggled but peter quickly webbed his hands up, pinning him to the wall.

From the corner of his eye he saw you moving away quickly, out of the alley and onto the street.

“hey!” He called out, running after you.

You spun around quickly, your backpack wet and you knew your project was ruined, the tears in your eyes threatening to leak out.

“the cops will be here soon just wait a bit okay? I’ll be here with you” He spoke, his voice muffled from the mask and you nodded softly. You pulled out the piece of paper from your backpack. Half of it was wet and ripped and the other half was all wrinkled.

“great now my art project is ruined” you cried putting your head in your hands and letting out a groan. Peter wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms and hold you, shield you from the world an show you love. But you didn’t know peter was Spider-Man.

You knew peter was in marching band and academic decathlon, that he was really smart and according to your whispering with Sami, really hot. Peter looked at you, you were scared and honestly after almost being robbed who wouldn’t be.

“you almost got assaulted and you’re worrying about an art project?” Peter gave you a small smile and you rolled your eyes.

“well yeah it’s my first impression! those always matter” you scoffed, folding your arms over your chest. The faint sound of sirens and the hue of red and blue lights brought you some relief.

As the police officers approached you and this spandex wearing hero they asked you questions, wanting to know if you wanted to press charges.

You knew pressing charges meant your parents knowing and if they found out something like that happened you would have to spend your entire life indoors.

The man was still arrested, seeing as though he was wanted and when they offered you a ride you denied it, you were only two blocks away and you did not want to show up at home in a cop car.

“uh thank you for, saving me spandex wearing guy” you spoke, cringing as the words left your mouth. You could hear the smile in the boys voice as he spoke behind the mask.

“it’s no problem, I’m uh Spider-Man” he spoke and you nodded. “Oh? uh okay thanks again” you smiled heading home. Peter quickly caught up to you and you lifted a brow.

“did i forget something?” You asked, naive to the fact he wanted to walk you home.

“i just wanna make sure you get home safe” he spoke and you blushed.

“well okay spider guy” you grinned as he blushed a bit. “spider-man, sorry i just moved from Texas, i don’t really know about local super heroes, only like the big avengers, the six ones i think?” You spoke, looking at the ground. Peter was quiet beside you.

“Oh my god, not that you aren’t an avenger! i mean you are! I’m not one to say i can’t even run a mile in under ten minutes in gym class- i mean you saw how out of shape i was” you rambled, stopping in your tracks as you tried to make sure you didn’t hurt the heroes feelings.

“It’s okay, i would say I’m an avenger, i was in Germany when the whole iron man vs cap was going down” he spoke and you knew for a fact he was smirking under the mask.

“i mean might as well get knighted in as an avenger right” you smiled, laughing softly as he agreed with you.

When you got home you quickly thanked him, awkwardly waving goodnight and rushing in your house. You showered and changed into an over sized hoodie and some shorts, re drawing your painting and looking out your apartment window, the city lights visible. You glanced at your clock, 3:45 a.m. It was only the second weeks of school.

You reluctantly got out of bed the next day, only 3 hours of sleep under your belt. Walking out the door the only thought on your mind was getting back home and taking a nap, or maybe you could close your eyes for a while in your small animal class, you never did much in that class.

Unluckily for you you had to take notes in your history class (you almost fell asleep had it not been for the nice girl next to you notifying you when the slides changed) your counselor called you down to finally get you out of basketball, and you had an essay in ap Lang. You just wanted to nap.

With a blurry vision you made your way to the cafeteria, wanting nothing more than to nap, even if it was 30 minutes. You found sami and quickly sat down with her, putting your head down and tuning out her rambling about some drama between girls.

She let you sleep and you were grateful, only waking you up when they were dismissing, you rushed to your art class and handed in your project, praying your teacher wouldn’t be harsh on grading. You walked outside to small animal, the bright sun shining down on your sleep deprived face, making you want to just stay in a dark room and sleep for years on end.

Your hopes of napping were crushed as you had a test, you also had on in pre cal. You walked to AP chem, your mind was blank and you just wished you only had notes today.

You sat down and pulled on the strings of your hoodie, taking a deep breath before taking the hood off and making the strings even once again. You hadn’t even noticed peter looking at you, you were too tired a delirious to.

“uhm are you okay?” Peter asked, knowing well what had happened last night.

“what? well does it look like it?” You snapped quickly, turning back to the front and yawning. You looked back at him with a sorry look. “I just didn’t sleep well last night” you spoke, taking your notebook out and flipping to an empty page.

“oh sorry” peter spoke, opening his journal and taking notes along with the slide show.

“so I’m guessing you know about Spider-Man?” You asked in a soft whisper, not looking away from your journal as you copied down some notes.

Peters face went pale, his heart rate inscreased. You didn’t know right? I mean how could you he barely talked to you for maybe 15 minutes! “uhm What? Who’s Spider-Man?” Peter asked, trying to play dumb before realize how stupid he sounded.

“that spider guy with the spandex? part of the avengers- according to him at least” you spoke, looking at peter and noticing his pale face.

“are you okay? want water?” You asked, concern on your face. Peter felt relieved, you had no clue.

“I’m fine, oh yeah Spider-Man! Sorry just had a brain fart” he chuckled nervously. “Yeah i know him, really cool guy, super awesome” he spoke, nodding his head and you hummed in response.

“yeah i met him last night walking home, seems like a good guy. We didn’t really have super heroes where i lived so, pretty cool” you smiled at peter and he smiled back, nodding his head in agreement.

“also I’m sure that flash guy in my pre cal class has a crush on him or something, i can see why though” you laughed, and peter snorted softly, causing the teacher to look at the two of you quickly. You both hid your giggles, not wanting to get in trouble.

As the last few minutes approached you put your journal back in your backpack, smiling at peter as you he looked at you quickly.

“what?” You laughed softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Peter looked at you and smiled.

“you’re wearing mismatching Halloween socks, it’s barely August” you folded your arms across your chest and furrowed your brows.

“it’s almost spooky time” you spoke, the bell ringing as you finished your sentence, smiling as peter laughed at the perfect timing of the bell.

You walked out with sami telling her of your conversation with peter. The rest of the day went by quickly and you found yourself on the train once again. Your eyelids felt heavy as you sat down and you kept pinching yourself to try and stay awake.

You finally got to your stop, hopping off the train and deciding to walk home to try and wake yourself up so you could do homework when you arrived home.

After a few hours of doing homework and taking dance breaks you went to wash your face and changed into some shorts and a t shirt. You fell asleep quickly and didn’t notice the little note peter had stuffed in your chemistry notebook.

The next day you woke up feeling a lot better, sami was absent so you spent the whole day bored. The nice girl in your history class, Esmeralda, made conversation with you and the both of you seemed to click.

Your schedule got changed and so now you had Pre cal 4th and B lunch and your first period was now AP Lang. You hurried into the cafeteria, not knowing where to sit or who to sit with.

“y/n!” You heard from beside you and you quickly looked around, you saw esmeraldas long black hair and a bright smile on her face.

“hey!” You smiled walking up to her and heading to the lunch line. “I just got switched into this lunch I’m so glad you found me” you chuckled and she nodded.

“yeah the girl i used to sit with has C lunch now, i guess the counselors are finally getting the changes done huh” she spoke and you agreed. You both talked for a bit more before sitting at a small round table with two seats.

“so tell me, do you have a crush on anyone?” She smirked and your face grew hot.

“I mean yeah maybe” you smiled sheepishly, looking down at your food and messing with the taco salad that had been served.

“who!” she squeaked, looking at you in excitement. Your smile grew wide as you thought of peter.

“his name’s Peter Parker, i have him in my chem class” you smiled, looking at her as her smile slowly faded. “what?” you asked nervously, stomach dropping slightly.

“is he in band?” She asked, looking through her phone for something.

“yeah” you slowly spoke, worry starting to form.

“i think he’s on and off with this one girl MJ, i could be wrong though i don’t know.” She looked at you sympathetically and you shrugged your shoulders.

“it is what it is” you gave her a small smile and she shook her head.

“I have him in band, I’ll talk to him to set you guys up” she smiled, excited at the idea of getting to set two people up together.

“you don’t have to” you spoke, a feeling in your stomach you couldn’t describe. You wanted to trust her but something didn’t seem right.

“no i want to, I’ll get him to like you I’m sure of it” she smiled, and you only laughed softly in return, finishing off your lunch in silence.

You smiled at peter walking into chemistry.

“good afternoon Parker” you smiled at him and he laughed.

“afternoon to you Parks” tipping an imaginary hat toward you and you smiled, putting a hand on your forehead and pretending to faint.

You opened the journal and a small piece of paper slipped out, you picked it up and saw a small ghost with a pumpkin next to it “spooky time!” was written under the doodle “- peter:~)”

You smiled brightly and shoved the little piece of paper in your pocket quickly flipping to a new page and taking notes.

“the first football game is coming up” peter spoke as he watched you write down the facts from the board, he could easily copy them from Ned or maybe he can ask you for your number to get them.

“oh yeah, is the band preforming?” You asked nonchalantly and peter shrugged.

“I’m not sure, a trailer broke down the other day so we might be stuck with the spirit show instead of the actual marching show” he whispered, smiling at the way your tongue slightly poked out from your concentration.

“hm I might go, gotta have some school spirit” you giggled, “you’ll be there right?” You asked, blushing at your words, did you sound desperate? Did he take it the wrong way?

Peters face heated up at your words and a giant grin painted his face. “Yeah I’ll be there, im gonna be with the band but I’ll wave at you if i see you” He smiled and you nodded.

“I might just go, only to support my favorite band of course” you smirked and peter blushed, his heart pounding just as hard as yours. As class came to an end you slipped a little piece of paper on his desk, quickly heading out before he could say anything.

he unfolded the little paper and saw a small doodle of what looked like stick figure you and peter. A mop of curly hair on peters head and squiggly lines on your head. “friday night lights :D” was messily written underneath the poor drawing and peter felt his heart implode out of pure emotion.

He couldn’t wait for Friday to come.

part 3

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years

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Friends can break your heart too

Summary: Being in love with your best friend is such a cliche, but it didn’t stop Y/N from wanting to be with Grayson. She thinks she’s found the perfect night to tell him how she feels, but did she really?

Warnings: angst, slight fluff, swearing

Word count: 2200

“Oh my Gosh, Y/N! Ethan and I just got an invite to walk a red carpet and attend the VMA’s!” Grayson rushed through my doors, gleeful and jumping in front of my bed, taking small jumps with his hands in fists pumping before his face.

I’m quick to drop the book I was very much involved in, deciding my best friend and his happiness is a pressing matter and worthy of celebration. I loved whenever he got excited about something, because he’d get this most intense twinkle in his eye and an awe worthy smile I could never get enough of. The way his entire face lights up and his voice turns pitchy sends my brain on a permanent vacation, allowing my heart to take the wheel. I’m never the type to trust my heart too much, but with Grayson, there wasn’t even a choice. The more time we spent together, the more I knew I’ll fall for him. And I didn’t fight it, despite the knowledge. I wanted to love someone completely, to love him. I was tired of reading about it or seeing it in the movies, prepared to give my heart for the first time ever and he was the only worthy candidate.

Little did I know I’d end up being his best friend, secretly loving every minute of it and searching for a good time to tell him how he makes my heart flutter and knees go weak.

“That’s awesome, dude!” I also have a nasty habit of calling him dude and that needs to stop! I shout, jumping from my bed and into his arms so casually, not doubting he’ll catch me for a single moment. Though he grunts at impact, his arms capture my legs and wrap them around his torso, while I do the same with my arms around his neck, glueing myself to him. He spins us to his left, moving toward the bed in case he gets dizzy.

“Wanna come with?” Grayson offers quietly and my heart stops, my hands pushing against his shoulders to face him.

“With? As in to the event?!” My voice goes higher, legs tightening around him until I cross one foot over the other behind him, my teeth putting pressure on my bottom lip in anticipation.

Grayson nods vehemently, still grinning from ear to ear and I find myself doing the same.

“Isn’t that in like two months? What if you change your mind?” I find myself wondering out loud, making him frown and he leans in, pecking my nose.

“There’s no one as important as you, Y/N. I’d never change my mind.” He says solemnly and I’m inclined to believe him and his beautiful hazel eyes and that damn twinkle that’s brighter than my entire future without him in it.

“Promise?” I ask quietly, only now realizing how close we are. My eyes flicker to his plush bottom lip and an urge to bite it grows inside of me. It’s almost impossible to resist, but I have to. I can’t just attack his face and expect everything to go smoothly.

No.

I have to tell him when the time is right and in this moment, this very second as I feel my breathing turning shallow with desire, I decide VMA’s is the night I’ll do it. He’ll be at an all time high, me by his side during the night...what can go wrong?

Wish I never asked that question.

Not even in my mind.

“No, I have the most exquisite dress and I only had to pay for it with my right kidney as fee. But it’s perfect and I think it will blow his mind.” I giggle, the adrenaline and anxiety of the night coming so fast getting to my head.

James helped glam my face and hair up, but I took care of the dress. I needed something that would make Grayson stop and hypersalivate, to make his heart dance in his chest and his eyes stay on me the entire evening. I needed him to say yes when I tell him how I feel and ask if he feels the same.

“Kitty girl, go put it on and blow my mind first! Hurry!” James rushed me inside my room, tapping him long nails on the door impatiently the entire time. While I did trip once putting it on and I did almost mess up my lipstick and therefore my dress as well, I did manage to put it on.

I stand in front of the mirror, a little unsure if it’s really me in the reflection. With my hair curled and golden flower pins decorating it, the sides pulled back and a few curls framing my face the rest of my hair is freely flowing at the back. My make up is a work of art, but minimal in a way, colours perfectly mashing, my eyes accentuated with just the right amount of flare without it being over the top and the lips look perfectly kissable with a gentle pink lipstick making them seem a little bigger than usual. The dress is long and golden, spreading from the waist down into something I only ever saw queens in period dramas wear. It’s got a lacy cover with glitter and embroidered floral details, the upper part having short sleeves only covering the first six inches from my shoulders down. The back is open as is the chest area, allowing my breasts to take the show without being tacky. I chose open-toe sandals with a four inch heel, a clutch agreeing with the outfit and confidence came naturally with the glam. A pair of golden wing-shaped dangle earrings Grayson gifted me with are perfect with the outfit and I take a deep breath, troubled with what he’ll think when we see each other.

“OH! M! G! I LOOOOVEEEE IT!” James screeches from the door and I cover my ears, giggling.

“He’s totes yours as of tonight and I am SO jealous!” He adds, tearing up a little until I roll my eyes and shake his shoulders.

“You’ll find a man too! Just keep your hands off mine until you do!” I try to keep a straight face when he gives me his best ‘oh, no you didn’t’ face, but we both fail miserably and laugh together while suffering inside over our shared man-crush.

My phone goes off and I realize it’s my time to rush to their place, quickly before I’m late. I know they’re supposed to go soon and I hated not being on time. Though Grayson was clearly excited about the night going well, we didn’t talk much about the day in my bedroom where we barely kept our poise and untangled from each other. But I had a weird feeling in my gut we will get to that tonight.

James decided to drive me, since my ability to drive in these clothes is shot and even though we rushed and broke a few laws, we still found their house empty and neither of them picking up their phone.

“I’ll just take you there directly and we’ll make it! You got the ticket, right? The pass?” James questions, but I feel my happiness slowly disperse and something unsettling take its place.

“No. Uh, Gray does. They got two tickets with a plus one option and I think E. might be taking that girl he’s been dating, Marina, I think. Gray’s my date as we agreed on.” I try to reason with myself and James, realizing it’s all gonna be for nothing if I get there and he’s already inside, his phone forgotten with the screaming crowd and amazing performances.

I just can’t believe they left me behind. Thought he’d at least wait for me... at least for five measly minutes.

“Ok. Don’t panic. We’ll make it. And Grayson will love you. This will happen even if I have to set myself on fire!” James screams, clearly being the only one panicking.

“You watch the Kardashians too much.” I remark, getting a playful slap in return.

However, the block is completely backed up and we can’t even get there on wheels, so I decide to be brave and get out of the car, James shouting after me. More like swearing, but we’ll leave his foul mouth behind.

I move quickly down the street, fans screaming at the entrance. I’m struggling to keep the dress up with my hands, afraid of tripping, but thankfully, I’m there in minutes.

Looking around, I manage to bypass the crowd as they naturally assume I’m there for the carpet and by the grace of God, I stumble into Ethan who is alone for some unexplained reason.

“Oh, thank God you’re here! Thought you went in already!” I say between breaths, holding onto Ethan’s right elbow to steady myself and hopefully stop perspiring by the time cameras get to us.

“Y/N? What’s - why are you here?!” Ethan says in a hushed tone, seemingly upset and I can’t help but frown at him.

“I’m Grayson’s date. I’m supposed to be here. Well not here, but at your house, but I was late and James drove me here and the cars are -” I start rambling and Ethan groans, slapping a hand over his forehead and dragging the palm down his face.

“I’m going to kill him.” He whisper shouts, gritting his teeth and I feel that weird gut feeling again. It’s stirring inside and my heart is getting the acid backlash droplets from the ever growing stirring sped.

“W-why?” I stammer, swallowing thickly and looking around for the man I’m so blindly in love with that I’d follow him into a fire without looking back.

“He’s - uh, he’s brought someone else. He said he told you, but I guess he forgot. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Ethan takes my hands in his and he can tell they’re shaking, almost violently. And I know he can tell, because the next thing I know I’m wrapped in his arms.

“You’re my plus one. Okay? You look absolutely stunning and I’m proud to show my best friend off! C’mon!” Ethan pulls me with him, ignoring my attempts to stop.

“E. stop! Stop! I don’t want to go in!” I force him to stop walking and look at me, pity and anger swimming in his hazel eyes. The same eyes Grayson has, the glint in them being different; it’s there, but the intensity, the colour of it is different somehow.

“Ethan!” Grayson comes up from behind him, his hand clutching his right shoulder and his eyes looking to him first before moving over to me. His eyes quickly flicker to Ethan before settling on me once more, looking me up and down slowly as his jaw unhinges and his lips part, opening his mouth widely as I hoped he would at the look of me.

“Y/N?! What are y - oh, God! I’m an asshole. I’m such an asshole!” He repeats, eyes wide and I gulp, swallowing tears as I feign a smile and nod.

“No one is as important as me, huh? You promise, huh?” I throw his words back at him, struggling to keep my voice calm as emotions of my first heartbreak overwhelm me.

“You don’t understand. I met Sara last week and we clicked. I really think she might be the one! I’m so sorry I forgot to tell you about this change, but Marina couldn’t come so you can still wow people with that amazing look on Ethan’s arm?” Grayson’s trying to smooth things over because otherwise he’d be the bad guy and he can’t handle it. He can’t handle screwing up as royally as he did and he needs me to let him off the hook. He’s pleading for me to take what I’m offered and just go with the flow so he doesn’t feel shitty. The thing is, he doesn’t seem to know, seem to care how my heart feels. Even if I wasn’t completely, head over heels in love with him, this would still hurt like a bitch and I’d still feel like I don’t matter to him. Because that’s what he showed tonight. That I don’t matter to him. That I’m not enough.

“Oh, I understand perfectly.” I tell him bitterly, swallowing a few other choice words before turning to Ethan.

“Thank you for caring, but I’ll be leaving now.” I pick up my dress and turn to leave, hearing them both asking me to stay.

“Don’t be selfish and ruin their night over a mix up.” A female voice joins the argument and I stop, tensing up and turn to see her in all her glory. And she is show-stopping gorgeous, the model type Grayson seems to go for every damn time.

Every.

Damn.

Time.

“I understand perfectly.” I repeat my previous statement and dash out of there, rushing back from where I came from before someone sees my tears ruining everything James worked so hard for.

I spent my time wishing to feel the love I’ve seen in books and movies, completely forgetting there’s another side to that coin. Sometimes the girl doesn’t get the boy. Sometimes it ends in tears and heartbreak. Now all I’m wishing for is to not feel anything at all.

Part 2

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hollandroos · 5 years

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Run To Me; Epilogue Part 2

Summary: Dad!Mob!Tom. Sequel to BAK but you don’t have to read that one first. If you wish too, the link is in my bio masterlist!! Where old feelings arise but other things get in the way. Whether it’s kids, fears or things from your past coming back to haunt you.

Run To Me: Series Masterlist link is in my bio!

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: It’s literally all fluff

A/N: Right, this is the first part of the epilogue and I really tried to make it like 4k but I feel like 3.5k is already long as fuck and this took me a while to make perfect! Enjoy!!

You looked in the mirror with a worried expression, eyebrows knitted together and lips drawn in a straight line. That was the only way you’d get yourself not to cry.

Because never in a million years did you expect to be standing here today in that damn white dress that brushed against the tiled floor and the flats to match because you refused to wear heels. The sleeves were lace and ran down your arms, settling at your wrists with a bracelet– one with your each of your kid's names engraved around the side.

You had tried the dress on multiple times in the last year, of course you had and you’d cried each time but this time was different. You had feared that it wouldn’t fit each time, that it’d become too loose or baggy but it was perfect. Your hair and makeup were done to perfection and you were standing in your dressing room awaiting the moment the music would begin to play and you’d be handed a bouquet of all your favourite flowers where you’d be given away to Tom forever.

It was scary if you put it that way– scratch that, it was scary no matter what but your love for him had no limits. As did your love for your children and you’d waited nine years for a proper wedding. Many insane years.

Sam was going to walk you down the aisle.

You, two bridesmaids, waiting for you out in the hall, two parents of kids from Rosie's school that you’d become close within the last year and god did it feel good to have people to rely on, and people to take Rosie in when she needed company or when she’d been deprived of sleep thanks to the seemingly never-ending toddler screams that filled the house at the most ungodly hours of the morning.

Hearing a knock at the door, you spin around and the dress twirls around your ankles as you do so– Sam walks in with a small smile, peeking his head through the door briefly.

“They’re crying for you again.”

You breathe out a sigh and smile, trying to make it look like you hadn’t just been close to tears. “Let them in.”

“We’re about to–” He goes to tell you that they were about to start and now wasn’t the time but you were adamant on seeing them before, reminding them one last time that they were to be quiet during the ceremony and be good for their uncles but truth be told you just wanted to hold them, and to glance at their growing faces one more time before you walked down the aisle.

“Let me see my kids, please.” You ask him, trying not to slip your perfectly lined bottom lip between your teeth.

He nods and turns around, gesturing them in.

Two little kids waddle in just taking their time hand in hand which practically made your heart melt and you blamed that on the tears that settled in your eyes. Rosie grips Harrison's hand so he doesn’t fall over. Harrison was good at walking, but while Rosie wouldn’t admit it she was highly protective of her little brother. Tears stained his cheeks.

You and Tom had made bets about how he’d come out and you guessed that he’d have Tom’s hair, those same brown curls that Rosie wore but you lost that one because your son had your hair and your nose– your same laugh and everything. You often laughed about it. The two kids stop at your feet and Rosie stood in absolute awe of your dress for a moment.

“Hey, baby. I hear you were playing up for Uncle Sam?” You clamber down to knee level, being ever so careful not to rip or damage the expensive wedding dress in any way and find yourself face to face with your son who looked simply dapper.

Rosie huffs, “I told them they had to be good and they kept arguing or toys.”

She looked just as good as her brother but instead of wearing a toddler-sized monkey suit, she wore a dress that ended at her knees. The top half was a plush, gentle white while the part that ended at her waist frilled out into a gentle pastel pink. It was a little flower girls dress. Her curls were all natural. The right word was beautiful, she looked beautiful.

Harrison moves his lips like a fish, trying to find the right words to utter. “Mamma– missed you.”

You smile and peck him on the cheek. “I missed you too, where’s your sister?” Before you can say another word, another little girl waddles in. She was the same size as Harrison, if not maybe the slightest bit smaller but she wore a dress almost identical to Rosies. She was a better walker then Harrison and only seven minutes younger than him.

“Mum!” She booms, picking up the pace and crashes into your dress out of pure joy. You take her with open arms, your bracelet tangling in her dress for a moment.

Leah was the definition of joy. She was always happy, always laughing and bringing light to everyone's day. At only two and a half she surely babbles a lot and you’d find her talking to her dad when he checked up on her at two am, uttering complete nonsense but he’d sit and listen to everything, nodding and pushing her to continue. She loved building blocks– more so chucking them at the wall and even at her older brother.

Rosie found it hilarious.

Harrison definitely didn’t talk as much but he was surely smart, a soon to be genius and would spend weekends kicking a ball around the backyard with his dad– but his guilty pleasure, the one thing he loved more then anything was baking with you. He’d do the thing Rosie used to do which was sit in the dry sink and attempt to stir the ingredients.

And Rosie? Still stubborn, still fierce and still had a growing passion for art. Her favourite place was the gallery downtown and her room was filled with painted canvases. She’d even gotten Tom and you to make a few paintings of your own and had been distraught when Harrison and Leah tipped her paints into the bath. Still, she was ever so protective of the two even if she hadn’t liked them at first.

“You guys look amazing, thanks for taking care of them, sweetheart.” You straighten out their outfits and smile at Rosie.

“It’s okay. I wanna go to the lake and daddy said that he’ll take me there after the ceremony so we can see if there’s any fish.” She looked ecstatic.

“How is your dad? Does he seem okay?” You chew on the inside of your mouth slightly, trying not to smile because you swore that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to stop and your cheeks would be sore before the ceremony could even start.

“He can’t stop smiling, Grandma was laughing at him because his cheeks were as red as the roses!”

“Oh, are they now? Well I guess that’s a good thing. You laugh lightly, some of your nerves settling as she completes the story with wild hand movements. The fact that you knew Tom was nervous too calmed you slightly.

Two little sets of hands play with the decorations on your dress, fiddling with the lace and the tail. Leah and Harrison looked so much alike that if they were the same gender you swore they’d be identical. And the best part? They were literally mini me’s not of Tom, but you.

Harrison grunts as he loses his balance and falls into your dress and seconds later chubby fingers are planted on the expensive fabric as he pushes himself up. They were two awfully curious children.

Your attention is quickly directed to Leah who shoves a bracelet out in front of you, a simple silver chain and one that was completely childproof nor contained any small charms that’d slip off and cause her to choke. It was her first birthday present you and Tom and she wore it every day.

“Mamma– look.” She smiles.

“Yeah, it matches your necklace.”

There’s a knock at the door and it opens carefully– as it does, you force yourself up and the kids scatter. Only the person you least expect walks in.

“Tom! You aren’t meant to be in here.” You scold him like you would if it were your children. “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, you know?”

He has his hands over his eyes so he can’t see and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at the site. But he did look good in the suit and tie, hair gelled back neatly.

“I know I just– I just had to talk to you.” He murmurs, keeping his hands over his eyes. Tom was extremely tempted to peek and see you before you walked down the aisle, itching to know if you’d gone for the princess design or the mermaid one.

Yes, he knew about the many different designs. The boy would find bridal magazines littered all around the house.

“I wanted to talk to you too.” You tell him, voice much softer then before as you loop your arms around his waist, breathing in the smell of his cologne.

He tenses. “What– you’re not getting second thoughts are you?”

“No, of course not.” You shake your head, your hair that’d been done to perfection brushing against his suit. “I just needed to see you beforehand, twenty-four hours is the longest we’ve been apart in years and I realised that I hate sleeping myself and it’s oddly quiet without three kids under ten and a grown ass man running around the house.”

Tom laughs, cheeks heating up like Rosie had described. “I missed you too, my mum had to take the keys from me so I didn’t come down to the hotel.”

Leah tugs at his pants, wanting up like she always did. While Harrison was clearly a mummy's boy, the two girls always tended to gravitate towards Tom and it never bothered you in the slightest because at the end of the day you were their mother and they’d always need you too.

Plus, while Tom and Rosie had a strong relationship and he was always the one she’d run to for fun and games, you were always the one she’d crawl on at the end of the day for a cuddle or pull aside when she knew she’d done something wrong. Rosie trusted you on another level.

The little girl quickly gives up as he only chuckles in response, her attention running out as it draws her to a pair of shoes on the floor next to the two of you.

In the moment, you take his hands off of his eyes and take them into your own. After twenty four hours of not seeing each other and fretting over the wedding– over whether or not everything would be perfect and if everyone would show, or even if something big would pop up like the cake not showing or a storm appearing out of the blue it felt nothing less then comforting to feel him again.

Tom gapes at your dress, the one that hugged your waist perfectly before flowing out only slightly with the see-through lace across the neck and arms. He was simply in awe, tears collecting in his eyes as he stares at his bride. He doesn’t even bother to wipe his eyes, staring across at you like a fish.

Wide, beady eyes stared you down not as if you were a snack– but instead a fucking gem.

“Fuck, you look beautiful.”

You do a little twirl, spinning under his arm and Tom watches the way of brushes against the floor, tangling around your legs.

It was stunning, the entire dress was a piece of art in itself.

“Thank you, you look amazing too.” You giggle, straightening out the blazer. “Is everyone here?”

“Surprisingly everyone we invited made it.” He tells you with a wide grin, still trying to savour every single detail down to the colour of your lipstick. “I can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle.”

“There will be no surprise now.” You pout.

“Darling, the second I see you in this dress again I’ll combust, believe me.” He places a kiss on your knuckles, lips brushing the diamond ring that remained on your finger. Coffee brown eyes stare into your own, a look of absolute love and adoration filling his eyes. “Are we about to do this?”

You let out a small huff of air, glancing over at your three kids that played in the corner. Rosie had your bouquet in her hands, Leah played with a wet pacifier and Harrison was throwing a bouncy ball he must’ve found somewhere against a wall.

How you got to this point in your life exactly? Where you felt free and content, absolutely in love and awe of everything you had? You didn’t really know but you did know that without Tom none of it would’ve been possible.

“Nine years ago I never would’ve thought that we’d be here. I thought I was going to live miserably for the rest of my life and to be fair, I did for a time but this is so perfect.” You chuckle, trying not to ruin your makeup before you could even walk down the aisle. “We have a house, three kids already and your family that has always been so supportive and now we’re getting married. It feels like… it feels like this is what we were meant to be from the start.”

“We made it here.” Tom sighs and purses his lips together, ignoring the clock on the wall that told you the both of you were going to be late to your own wedding. “To be fair I don’t think any of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for Rosie. That girl bought us back together.”

You nod agreement, trying to ignore the fact that she was growing up way too fast. “She really did, didn’t she? And somehow those other two brought us even closer.”

You’d continue to push that thought to the back of your mind because she’d always be your baby. Tom would too.

“What do you think a fourth will do?” He asks with a playful tone. It’s enough to make you roll your eyes and shake your head dramatically.

“You’re dreaming.”

“Are you– Tom! Get out, we were looking for you!” Nikki marches into the room, seeing her son, the groom and the soon to be husband standing face to face with you and lets out an audible gasp, heading towards him. “You’re not supposed to see her before the wedding.”

She grabs him by the collar of his suit and tugs him out but before she can get him out the door he shouts a very clear and loud ‘I love you’. It’s enough to tug your lips into a smile and the kids in the corner to giggle in response. She comes in only a moment later and you try not to laugh having heard her scolding him from the outside.

“Right, you guys ready? We got a wedding to complete.”

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little-bit-of-cinnamon · 5 years

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Cafe Helado con Leche - Sonny x Pete

Would you please write a fanfic about them? Maybe that cliche Pete comes in and buys the same coffee order every day so /of course/ Sonny memorized it and... cliche occurs. Would you please write a fanfic about them? Maybe that cliche Pete comes in and buys the same coffee order every day so /of course/ Sonny memorized it and... cliche occurs.

Following Pete and his coffee from ages 8-18

2.1k words

Mentioned minor character death but nothing heavy

Disclaimer!! All the spanish used is my own, correct me if I’m wrong!! I’m conversationally fluent but I’m not by any means claiming that all spanish used is correct or perfect

Some had said that Pete was too young to be drinking coffee, but he didn’t mind. The coffee at the de la Vega’s bodega was cheap and it was something he could rely on, a daily routine. So, ever since he was hardly taller than the counter, he went in every day. Saved quarters and dimes from couch cushions and sidewalks to be able to pay for a medium iced coffee with milk. It was among the few consistent things in his life.

The person behind the counter changed with the years but the taste of the not-too-bitter and sometimes-too-cold coffee stayed the same. When he first started coming to the bodega he was met with Señora de la Vega and a heavily accented “Aren’t you too small for this caffeine, hijo?” but she gave it to him nonetheless with a polite “Thank you, ma’am,” he was on his way.

Drinking coffee made him feel grown up. With no family consistently supporting him Pete was forced to grow up fast. If he had to walk himself to school and make himself dinner like an adult then he at least deserved to drink coffee like one, even if he was only eight. His routine remained constant for two years before anything drastic happened. He would walk to the bodega after school and order his drink, politely chatting with either Señor or Señora de la Vega as it brewed. In the fall when he was ten the bodega would be closed some days. Pete didn’t think much of it. He ignored the headaches that the lack of caffeine caused and waited for the next day when he would stop by again. On the days the store was open the owners seemed tired, less chatty so Pete quietly waited for his drink, not wanting to bother them with unnecessary conversation. Throughout all this, the “Thank you, ma’am” or “Thank you, sir” and the “De nada, hijo,” stayed the same.

Around Christmas time the bodega was closed for weeks. Pete didn’t dare go anywhere else for his coffee. It wouldn’t be the same. He used the dollar he saved each day to buy art supplies and he began to fall in love with painting. He started to spend more time with the kids in high school and learned how to use spray paint. His art on abandoned buildings was like a physical representation of any emotions he hadn’t learned how to express.

He was walking home with his paints in his beat-up backpack when he noticed a light on in the bodega across the street. Hastily looking for cars Pete ran across and stepped inside, the familiar sound of the bells jingling as he opened the door. Behind the counter was not the owners he had gotten used to over the past couple years but a boy, hardly sixteen, looking exhausted and reading a textbook. He didn’t even seem to notice Pete walking in.

“Hey man,” Pete said when he approached the counter “can I get a medium iced coffee with milk?”

“Café helado con leche? Are you the same guy my parents used to talk about?” The boy smiled, wrinkling the edges of his tired eyes. “They used to talk about a little guy with that same order coming in every day”

“Yeah, that sounds like me,” Pete said. “Your folks own this place?”

“They did. They, uh, actually passed a couple weeks ago.” The boy’s smile faded as he placed Pete’s order on the counter. “That’s gonna be a dollar.”

Pete put his folded dollar bill on the counter, too embarrassed to make eye contact. “I’m sorry about your parents.”

“Not your fault,” the boy said, opening his textbook and pulling a notebook from under the counter. “Have a good one.”

As time went on and Pete continued painting he began to earn a reputation around the barrio. People began to think of him as delinquent, a teenager with no respect for authority or the community. It didn’t bother Pete much because he knew they were wrong. He wasn’t trying to harm anyone. He was trying to express himself in the only way he knew how. Pete was thirteen one day when he entered the bodega. He opened his backpack to fish out the dollar for his coffee, his spray cans knocking together and making a soft metallic sound.

“Aren’t you too small to be tagging buildings?” The resemblance between Usnavi and his mother had never been so obvious.

He continued to see Usnavi every day and eventually stopped trying to convince him that he wasn't actually so rebellious or criminal. Pete got his coffee and Usnavi got paid.

Besides, Pete wasn’t too worried about what his local bodega owner thought of him. He had a good group of friends who would hang out with him so he had something to do instead of going home. Pete had a solid group that he could go out for dollar slices with and who would walk anywhere but home with him, ignoring their curfews. The high school kids who taught Pete to paint had since graduated, leaving him to make friends in his own classes and in the neighborhood.

That was how Pete met Sonny. Pete was alone that day, his friends busy with work or family or whatever reasons they provided that they couldn’t hang out. But loneliness was an issue that a greasy slice of pizza from the parlor down the block could easily solve.

He got his slice and sat at the bar seating at the window. People watching was one of Pete’s favorite ways to pass the time.

“Yo,” Pete turned in his seat and say a boy, maybe a little younger than him with a green baseball cap and the gap of a missing tooth. “Can I sit here? You look lonely.” Before Pete answered the boy was already climbing into the seat next to him. “Go for it, man. I’m Pete by the way.”

“Sonny,” the boy, or Sonny, replied through a mouth full of pizza.

Pete and Sonny talked and talked until they were forced to order more food or leave. Two slices later they parted ways, but not before making plans to meet there the following day. Pete could tell that they would soon have a unique friendship as he already felt that he had known Sonny for years. Pete learned that Sonny was, in fact, younger than him, twelve to Pete’s fourteen. He learned that Sonny’s parents stayed in DR and he lives with his cousin. He told Sonny about his absent parents and his love for art. It was easier for Pete to talk to Sonny than anyone else, even though they had just met.

Pete and Sonny transitioned from getting pizza together to walking around the barrio together to Sonny watching Pete paint and so on. Soon, whenever they had a free moment they were together.

That summer they were walking down the block, talking about nothing and everything. The sun was pounding down on Pete’s back, enhancing his mixed skin tone. “Damn, it’s hot out.” Pete wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Wanna pop into my cousin’s bodega and grab some ice cream? It’s three blocks that way.” Sonny offered, pointing down the street.

“Hell yeah, Sonny. I knew being friends with you would have benefits.”

They turned down an all too familiar street. “No fucking way,” said Pete, shaking his head as he stepped inside the bodega.

“What?” said Sonny “Something wrong?”

Before Pete could answer Usnavi stepped out from the back, wiping his hands with a towel.

“Sonny, is this the friend you’ve been hanging around with?” Usnavi spoke to Sonny but stared directly at Pete.

“Yeah, Usnavi this is my friend Pete. Pete, this is my cousin Usnavi.” Sonny walked to the freezers for something to cool off with.

“We’ve met,” said Pete. “What’s up Usnavi?” Pete gave Usnavi a small wave and followed Sonny to the ice cream.

“No no no, Sonny you can’t be hanging around with him anymore.”

“What do you mean? Pete’s my best friend.” Sonny headed to the counter, confused.

Pete said nothing, frozen in his tracks.

“Sonny, do you know how hard your tios and I have worked to give you the best life possible? Pete is bad news. I will not let you throw away the life we have worked for so you can hang out with some punk. I just won’t.” Usnavi kept his voice calm and level and it somehow hurt Pete even more.

“He’s not a punk, he’s my best friend. Usnavi, I thought you trusted me.” Sonny looked as hurt as Pete felt.

“I trusted you to make good choices and look who you ended up with. If I can’t trust you to make good choices in your free time you won't have any at all. You’re working here this summer. Pete, you should go.”

Pete knew that Sonny was calling out to him but he was too hurt to actually hear what he was saying. He went outside and walked straight home.

Fortunately, Usnavi’s plan backfired. Having Sonny working at the bodega allowed Usnavi to do paperwork and tasks that he would typically leave until after closing during the day. When it was slow Usnavi would go into the office in the back and work. This allowed for Pete and Sonny to spend more time together than ever.

“Hey, Sonny. I’ll take a medium iced coffee with milk.”

“You got it.” Sonny turned to start making Pete’s drink. “Man, it blows that I have to work here now. I can’t believe Usnavi got so mad. Aren’t there some kinda labor laws or whatever?”

“I guess it’s not that bad. He can’t make you work forever and he’s gotta pay you. Now you can like buy me pizza and stuff.” Pete pushed himself onto the counter, swinging his legs.

“Is my pizza buying ability the only reason you hang out with me?” Sonny handed Pete his coffee.

“Not the only reason.” Pete took a sip. “You also make me coffee.”

Despite Usnavi’s complaints, Pete and Sonny never grew apart. As Sonny got older he gained more independence and Usnavi realized he can’t dictate who he spends time with anymore. Pete continued to hang around the bodega after school and on weekends and Sonny began to willingly work the register, now having actual uses for his paychecks.

“Hey, Sonny.” Pete walked into the bodega and threw his backpack down behind the counter. “I’ll take a-”

“Medium iced coffee with milk. Damn, Pete do you really think I wouldn’t remember after like two years?” Sonny began filling the cup with ice.

“You know me so well it’s scary.”

“No,” Sonny poured the coffee. “I’m just smart enough to notice a pattern when you get the same thing literally every day.”

“Fair enough.”

As time passed Sonny and Pete transitioned from Sonny sitting on the counter eating grape nerds and complaining about homework to Sonny sitting on the counter with Pete standing facing him, stealing quick kisses and resting his forehead on his boyfriend’s. They had it good.

The transition from best friends to boyfriends was easy. They already spent so much time together, creating a nice domestic routine. They’d known each other for so long and cared about each other so deeply that not much changed about their relationship. It was hard for them to not fall in love. It was natural, necessary.

As Pete grew as an artist he was able to make money on painting commissioned murals and artwork for buildings and organizations. He was currently working on painting a brick wall of a rec center. As soon as his shift for the day ended he headed for the bodega, where he knew Sonny was working.

“Hey, Sonshine. It’s hot out there can I get a-”

“Café helado con leche?” Sonny finished for him. “Right here.” Sonny pulled Pete’s already made coffee from the fridge under the counter.

“You really are the perfect boyfriend, huh?” Pete took a sip, “When’d you make this?”

“Um, ten minutes ago?” Sonny glanced at the clock. “Soon as I knew you’d be done working.”

“Yep, definitely perfect.” Pete leaned over the counter, intending to give Sonny a chaste peck but Sonny took hold of Pete’s jaw, pressing further into the kiss. The counter made things a little bit awkward but it was nothing they hadn’t done before. They were lost within each other, too distracted to hear the office door open and close.

“Ay, carajo. No kissing on the clock.”

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daisysouthmoore · 6 years

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Warnings: Explicit (18+) language and eventual smut.

My submission to ‘Negan’s Valentine Challenge’ hosted by the very talented and very sweet @jeffreydeanneganstrash. Thank you for having me!

Category: Angst, Song Prompt: ‘Kiss It Better’ by Rihanna

KISS IT BETTER - PART 1

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Valentines Day… The one day of the year dedicated entirely to lovers. The air of my apartment was sweetened with fresh flowers, assorted chocolates and a spritz of expensive perfume but I was alone. Meanwhile, just outside my window, the night was softly lit by candlelight and I could hear the distant whispers of sweet nothings while couples wrapped themselves in the warm embrace of love and romance. If you’re a mistress like me, however, you’re left cold and alone. You have to fend for yourself because Valentines Day is the one night of the year when bad husbands everywhere return to the arms of their wives.

On this particularly love filled evening I was both alone and ‘hangry’ and of course, every restaurant in my vicinity had a waitlist. The thought of standing around for an hour to dine alone in a room filled with the men I’d slept with and their unsuspecting wives was far too painful to bear. Or maybe that’s exactly what I should have done. Maybe I should have put my best dress on, draped myself in all the jewelry they’d given me and bared it all. I should have relished in their nervous and suspicious glances. -But I’m not that cruel, so I ordered Chinese instead.

It would take just as long for my Mu Shu chicken and extra egg roll to arrive, but at least here in the comfort of my own apartment, I could watch TV in my new lingerie. It was black and sheer. Made with expensive and delicate lace. It was a gift from a successful banker I’d met a few weeks ago. He was spending the evening with his wife at the Ritz.

***

I’m sure by now I’ve disgusted you. It’s okay, I disgust myself but I wasn’t always like this. Three years ago I was finishing up school. I was still living off ramen but I’d landed a job as an intern at a well-known PR agency. I had all these goals and all the dreams to fuel my journey, but somewhere along the way, I lost myself. I veered off and sold my soul to a devil in a business suit who told his friend, who then told his friend, and his friend. As word got around about the pretty young assistant I quickly learned that the devil came in many forms, in many suits, and he had many bargains. Now I have a job but I certainly didn’t end up where I expected. I’m not necessarily proud of where I am but I don’t want for anything anymore. At least nothing material anyway.

Somewhere in all the possessions I’d accumulated in those three years I’d found something of true value. I met someone and it meant something. He was another man in a suit but he stood out from the rest. He was single for one thing, but he was also far more charming than the others. He reminded me that the devil was in fact just a ‘fallen angel’ after all. He could easily coax you into thinking he was an angel. He looked like an angel but that didn’t make him any less dangerous. In fact, he was the most dangerous one of all because he didn’t want my soul. He wanted my heart.

***

An hour later there was a knock at my door and I thought my Chinese feast had finally arrived. I slipped into a silk kimono robe to conceal my new lacy garments and rushed over with a wad of cash in hand. To my surprise and dismay, it wasn’t my Mu Shu. Instead, I was greeted by a large bouquet of pink peonies. There was only one man who knew my favorite flower and he had no damn business sending them.

“Special delivery for Miss… Sugar…” The delivery man trailed off and squinted like he was confused.

“Sugar Tits’.” I snatched the clipboard from him and scribbled my signature so hard I almost pierced the paper.

“That’s a new one.” He laughed as we exchanged the cumbersome bouquet. “Happy Valentines Day!” He turned to leave.

“Yeah, thanks.” I rolled my eyes and kicked my door closed.

I set my fluffy pink peonies on the table with the rest of my ‘wish-I-was-there’ flowers but all the long-stemmed roses seemed to dim in comparison. I thought about texting him to say ‘thank you’, ‘hi’ maybe, but my hands got clammy and I stopped myself. It was stupid. God, I could give a list of all the reasons why it was stupid. Trust issues, commitment issues, all of the baggage… -Oh and the fact that he’s a total asshole. He’s a cute asshole though… He’s also still set the bar for the best sex I’d ever had in my life. So I turned off my phone to resist temptation.

When my food finally arrived it was short an egg roll but by then I was starving and I didn’t care to mention it. I immediately cozied up on my couch, clutching a fork, a takeout box, and a bottle of wine from my gift pile to wash it all down. I didn’t even bother grabbing a glass. As I took a swig straight from the bottle I tried to focus on the slasher movie on television, but my eyes drifted over to the flowers again. I’d left them sitting on my dining table, still wrapped in cellophane and tissue paper. I should have put them in water but I figured the sooner they wilted, the sooner I could throw them away and forget about them.

I turned to my television again when eerie music started to play. It was building up to one of those pop out and scare you scenes. I slurped up a mouthful of greasy Chinese and chewed vigorously as I watched with unblinking eyes. Any second now the woman on the screen would come face to face with the killer and the suspense was already making my heart race. All the sudden there was another loud knock on my door and it startled me out of my skin. I clutched my chest and gasped, nearly choking on my food. I rushed over expecting my extra egg roll but instead I was faced with the only thing more frightening than a blade-wielding killer. It was Negan.

God, he was gorgeous… His dark hazel eyes were deeply wrinkled with age but they glimmered youthfully with a hint of mischief. His inky hair was freshly faded and combed back without a single strand out of place. His graying beard was neatly groomed. He was wearing a well fitted black suit, hemmed and pressed to perfection, gently hugging all the lean and chiseled lines of his body. He must have just gotten off work and he’d already loosened his tie for the day. I could see a few dark hairs peeking out from beneath his white collared shirt. He was effortlessly sexy. Shit.

“Happy Valentines Day, baby.” He grinned as he looked me up and down.

“What are you doing here?” I asked clutching my robe tightly closed.

“Didn’t you get my text?” He asked.

“My phone’s off for the night.” I said shortly.

“Oh good. I want your undivided attention.” He said.

His dark eyes trailed down my neck and came to rest on my bare shoulder. He licked his lips as he reached up and slipped his long fingers beneath the silk of my robe. In a slow and deliberate motion, he brushed my skin and lifted the delicate fabric back on to my shoulder. His touch grazed my collar bone and a shiver ran through me. A small smirk spread across his lips until dimples formed beneath his black and white scruff.

“No. Absolutely not.” I reached for my door to retreat back to the safety of my couch.

“Come on, darlin’. Don’t be like that… You don’t really wanna spend another Valentines Day all by your lonesome do you?” He grinned.

I reached to slam my door closed but he easily blocked my attempt and stepped inside anyway. I used to swoon over how bossy and presumptuous he could be but at that moment I just wanted to punch him in his stupidly handsome face.

“You haven’t thanked me for the gifts yet.” He said deeply.

He came forward pulling a box of chocolates from behind his back and he stood unnecessarily close. So close I could smell the cologne on his skin and it instantly fogged my mind with memories. His rich musk always reminded me of the woods. Dark, deep and mysterious. One could easily get lost in him. It was just one of the many things about him that lured women. Lots of women.

“I’m not accepting them.” I shoved the box of chocolate into his chest.

“Why not? You’ve accepted the rest.” He motioned to the gifts around my apartment and shoved the box to me.

“Those don’t come with strings attached.” I shoved again.

“Oh, right. Those are from your ‘business partners’.” He condescended. I scowled as I snatched the box from his hands and immediately stormed toward the trash can in my kitchen.

“Hey, hold on now. -Hey! That’s a hundred dollars worth of Belgian fuckin’ chocolate!” He stomped after me in a few long strides.

I froze for a brief moment. To be honest, his words were tempting, but I shoved them in the trash anyway. I’d just changed the liner so I figured I could fish them out later after I got rid of him.

“You ungrateful little asshole…” He grumbled as he reached inside and pulled them out himself. “At least try one first.” He opened the box.

Inside each morsel of rich chocolate was uniquely different. They were little bite-sized works of art that looked like they were detailed by hand. They were so beautiful I was afraid to touch them. So Negan picked one for me. He parted his lips so that his mouth was just slightly ajar as he brought the chocolate up to my lips. I instinctively mimicked his mouth to accept the treat but just before I took a bite he pulled away suddenly. He brought the chocolate back to his own smirking lips. He was teasing me. I sighed impatiently before he chuckled inwardly and brought it back to my frown. I snatched it away with my own hands this time and popped it into my mouth.

It was silky smooth and so luxuriously creamy. As it melted on my tongue a pleasant burst of salted caramel tickled my palette. I closed my eyes so he couldn’t see the way the taste made my eyes roll into the back of my head. It was almost orgasmic and I couldn’t resist the small smile that followed. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.

“How is it?” He asked with a proud grin.

“S’okay.” I shrugged but snatched the box from him.

Negan watched as I made my way to my dining table. I swung by my living area first to snatch up the bottle of wine I’d been sipping from. I was going to need it. Wherever this night was headed, it wasn’t going to end well. It never did. I took a seat at the table and started rummaging through the rest of the chocolates. I took another swig from the bottle and Negan chuckled as he joined me. He didn’t sit. He just leaned against the edge of the table and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It was his usual power stance. Casually comfortable and yet you could tell he meant business.

“You know, peonies are hard to find this time of year.” He fiddled with one of the ruffly petals. “Most girls get… roses.” He smirked as he motioned to the rest of my bouquets.

“Did you get the rest of your girls roses?” I raised my brow.

“Well, some of them anyway.” He laughed to himself but I found no humor in his joke. It was still a sour subject to me.

“I’m sure one of them did at least.” I said bitterly.

“You’re still mad about that?” He laughed.

“You mean the reason we ended it? Yeah. I’m still mad.” I said as if it was obvious.

“That wasn’t the only reason. You know that.” He shook his head and tilted his chin down ruefully.

“Why did you do it? If you knew I would find out. If you knew it would be the end of us, why did you do it?” I asked.

“Because I was angry.” He said succinctly and it enraged me.

“Because you were angry? You were angry so you fucked around with another woman!?” I shouted.

“You’re not really in any place to judge there, doll.” He said harshly.

“Fuck you! I’m not talking about them, I’m talking about us!” I shouted.

“Open your fuckin’ eyes and look around you! This is us! These other men have always fuckin’ been here! It’s never been just the two of us!” He shouted.

“And why!? You never gave me any reason to trust you! All you did was string me along! You played your stupid mind games! You toyed with my head! You-!“

“You are not the only victim in this fuckin’ relationship! Alright!?” He slammed his hand on the table to silence me and I jumped.

This very moment was all too familiar to me. We’d reached this point many, many times. In the past, I would have purposefully pushed him over the edge. Back then I would have tested him just to spite him. The rage he was capable of was frightening but Negan would never put his hands on me. I knew that and maybe that’s why I was so bold. -But now there was nothing to fight about. We had nothing left worth fighting for. I suppose we never did. As the silence between us drew on it was clear we were both only mourning the death of our relationship. It was over. The air was calm again but now it was heavy with grief.

“Were you really that miserable?” He asked deeply.

“Not always. Not at first.” I admitted.

“If it was so bad then why’d you stay?” He asked.

“Because I loved you, Negan.” I said.

“And now?” He asked.

“I… I love the memory of you.” I said and I saw physical pain furrow his brow.

“Jesus Christ! What am I fuckin’ dead to you?” He was suddenly angry again.

“No, I didn’t mean-“ I tried to double back but the damage was already done.

“After all the shit I’ve done for you! I’ve been generous as fuck to you! Hell, I spent 300 goddamn dollars on fuckin’ flowers and candy tonight alone!” He threw his romantic gestures back in my face, just like he always had.

“I never asked you for any of it!” I snapped and threw the entire box of Belgian chocolates at his feet. He just laughed.

“Trash your shitty little apartment if you want to! -But you were more than happy to spread those legs wide fuckin’ open the first time you peeped my fuckin’ credit card!” He threw a low blow.

The intensity of the pain and anger I felt in that moment was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was a concoction of resentment, accusations and guilt, the loss of something that might have been love if we’d ever given each other a chance. He had every reason to lash out but he knew what he was saying was out of line. He said it to hurt me and in that moment all I wanted to do was hurt him back. So I reached back and swung my hand, slapping it hard across his face. The stillness and silence that followed left the air so dense that I felt like I might suffocate.

When Negan slowly turned to face me again the darkness and anger in his expression pierced the pit of my stomach. I gasped when he suddenly reached out and took hold of my chin. He clutched my jaw so tightly in his grip that it almost hurt. There was a fire in his eyes that made my skin hot. I felt the sudden and intense desire to taste him again. I knew his skin would taste better than any chocolate money could buy and I was willing to surrender to him. -But he shoved away from me. When he turned to leave my heart dropped because I knew it would be the last time.

“Negan, wait! Please don’t end it like this!” I hurried after him.

“Oh, I didn’t fuckin’ end it like this, baby. You did.” He said yanking my door open.

“I’m sorry! Please, don’t go! Don’t leave me alone here like this!” I begged.

“Fuck you. Go lie down in your bed of fuckin’ roses.” He slammed the door behind him.

Continue to PART 2

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Chapter 3 - We Grow Accustomed To The Dark

“Either the Darkness alters— Or something in the sight Adjusts itself to Midnight— And Life steps almost straight.” - We grow accustomed to the Dark (Emily Dickinson)

“ Look, all I’m saying is that a poem about the impending doom and the dissolution of humanity might not be the best pick for a family friendly event. “

The man in the ugly sweater vest sitting behind the dark oak desk spoke into the phone as he moved on hand through his short hair, slightly gripping it in frustration.

“ I know Francis but this just isn’t the content we’re looking for. Not for this specific event at least. It’s more about, you know, getting kids into reading. Show them that literature can be fun. We don’t want them going home pondering about death and the reason why god has abandoned us, to say it with your words. “

Olivia couldn’t suppress the little smirk forming on her lips as she listened to him slowly but surely losing his mind over this conversation. Oh how she wished she could’ve heard the other side of it all. The person on the other end must’ve been quite the character. This call had been going on ever since she had stepped into the store and there was no hint of it stopping anytime soon.

The guy behind the desk was definitely not the one she was looking for but maybe he could help her find him. Or at least help her find this Jess girl. Maybe she knew more about bus boy.

Curiously she let her eyes travel around the shop. There were bookshelves everywhere, stocked to the brim and containing all kinds of topics. Non-fiction, science fiction, and most of all local authors. A few couches were set up, and the walls were lined with paintings depicting some kind of abstract scene made out of various shapes in various colors. Olivia didn’t really understand abstract art, never had, but to each their own. There was one of those obnoxious green library lamps placed on the front desk, and a sign set up saying “Assistant for hire “. It looked cozy and quirky and homey and geeky all in one.

“ Hey, sorry it took so long. Can I help you ? “ a voice pulled her out of her daydream. Sweater vest guy.

“ Oh uh — maybe. I’m looking for Jess. “ Olivia replied, walking up the the desk.

Sweater vest guy narrowed his eyes at her for a second before his face changed into an expression she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It looked an awful lot like pitty.

“ Are you the girl from last weekend ? I’m sorry but I think you shouldn’t be here. Look, I’m sure you’re a sweet girl and one day you’re gonna fight a great guy. I just don’t think that’s gonna be Jess. He’s ... just not there yet. You should go. I don’t want you to get your heart broken. “

“ Wait … Jess is a guy ?”

Silence. For a hint of a moment the two kept staring at each other mirroring a look of utter confusion, only the mumford & sons song playing softly over the speakers in the corner of the shop providing any sound.

“ Yeaaah ?! So I take it, you’re not the girl from last weekend ? “ Sweater vest guy spoke up after a while.

“ No. I’m not. I’m Olivia and I need to give something back. I think Jess could help me return it. “

Sweater vest guy nodded and held out his hand to her. “ Okay, great. Hi I’m Matthew. Sorry you had to hear the ‘It’s not you it’s him’ speech it’s a — it’s a guy thing. Anyway, Jess has gotta be somewhere around here, probably in his office. Let me go get him. “

“ Thank you “. Olivia returned, still a bit confused by the entire situation.

As he hurried towards the back of the store, Sweater guy Matthew turned back around. “ You sure you’re not the girl from last weekend ? Sure you haven’t slept with Jess before ? “

“ Positive. “

“ Okay,cool. Just making sure. “

Just a few moments after Matthew disappeared behind a dark wooden door with a frosted window in the middle, the sound of footsteps coming back towards her, caught Olivia’s attention.

“There he is “ Matthew exclaimed nodding towards the person to his right and slumping back into his office chair behind the desk .

Her eyes moved towards the other person in the room who was curiously looking back at her. His hair fell messily around his face and there was a hint of utter confusion found in his eyes. The suit and tie were gone and exchanged for a pair of dark jeans and a simple gray t-shirt. Though he looked way less dapper and out of place than he did the night before, there was no doubt in her mind, that this was the guy from the bus.

“ Hey. You’re not the girl from last weekend “ Jess spoke up, raising an eyebrow in question.

“ I told him I wasn’t !“ Olivia replied, turning back towards Matthew for a moment “ I told you I wasn’t !”

“ Sorry. “ He answered absentmindedly, nose already stuck in a mountain of paperwork

“ So if you’re not the girl from last weekend, who are you. “

“ My name’s Olivia Clarke. We were on the same bus last night and I found something that I thought you might wanna get back. “

Fumbling around in her old rucksack for a moment, Olivia finally pulled out the notebook and handed it back to it’s rightful owner.

Jess eyes fell onto the book and, as his hands took a hold of it, looked it over as if to make sure it was still in one piece.

“ Don’t be so suspicious. I didn’t do anything with it. It’s still in the same condition as it was when you’ve been scribbling up a storm last night on the bus. “

His eyes snapped up from the book and straight towards her. “ Did you read it ? “

“ No. I just opened it to find a name or address to return it. Clearly it worked. You’re welcome by the way. “

“ Sorry.” he replied, eyes softening a little “ Thank you. For — you know — taking it with you. Bringing it back. “

“ Sure thing. Seemed important to you. “

“ It is. “

“ Cool.”

“ Yeah. “

Silence.

The awkward tension grew thick and unbearable as the two stood facing each other, neither really knowing what to say.

Olivia was never really any good at social situations likes this. She could be the life of the party if surrounded by people she felt comfortable with, people she knew, but whenever she was faced with new people she turned back into the insecure awkward girl she always tried so hard to leave behind.

“ Jesus Christ, could you guys be anymore awkward. I’m feeling uncomfortable just being in a room with you two. “ Matthew spoke up from behind the paper mountain. “ Offer the girl some coffee or something. “

“ Our coffee machine is broken. There’s no coffee here. “ Jess responded. “ All that we have is half a pizza, the last can of beer from the poetry reading with that weird frat guy you hired last week, a donut from this morning missing two bites aaaand a lemon cough drop. “

“ Offer her the cough drop “ Matthew called out, the paper stack of paper and folders now growing so high, his face was hidden from Jess and Olivia.

“ You want the cough drop ? “ Jess inquired, raising his eyebrow in question.

“ Uh — no thanks. Are you okay over there ? “ Olivia called out towards the man, in imminent danger of being buried alive beneath a tidal wave of tax reports, receipts and invoices.

“ I’m fine. This is a creative work environment. “ a voice called back.

“ You sure ? “

“ I’m positive. Jess, tell her I got this. I’m good. “

Looking back at him, Olivia was met by Jess shaking his head. “ He’s not good. He hasn’t got this. “

“ I can hear you, you know ?! “

“ And I’ve been telling you that we need to hire a secretary. An assistant. Anyone. “

Olivia perked up at Jess’ words. “ You’re looking for someone to help with the paperwork ? “

“ Yeah. You looking for a job ? “

“ Not directly but I’ve got some business here and I don’t wanna live in a motel forever so a job and a stable income wouldn’t be that bad. Also I’ve got quite a bit experience with paperwork. Did my dad’s paperwork for years.”

“ Are you any good ? “ Matthew called out to Olivia, completely blocked off by a wall of paper.

“ I’m pretty good. I did our tax return for the first time when I was like 13. All by myself too. If there’s something I’m good at it’s sorting out paperwork. Which, to be fair, is not the coolest talent but it comes in handy every once in awhile. “

“ Alright then, work your magic “ Olivia heard Matthew speak up just seconds before he abandoned his place behind the desk and walked towards the door.

“ Wait. You mean now ? “

“ Uh-huh. You said you were good, here’s your chance. I’m gonna get coffee. See you guys later.” Matthew replied before stepping out of the store and onto the streets leaving Olivia and Jess by themselves.

“ I — alright. I guess I’ll start ? “ Olivia asked, raising an eyebrow at Jess.

“ Sure. “

“ Okay. Cool. “

“ Mh. I’ll be in my office, if you need anything just uh — just yell. “

“ Alright “ Olivia nodded and sat down on the big chair behind the desk that was littered with paperwork.

Just before he closed the door to his office, Jess turned back towards her. “ Olivia ? “

“ Hmm ? “

“ Thanks, again. For returning the notebook. “

“ I love you. I genuinely love you. From the bottom of my lonely little heart. “

“ Okay, I think she got the point. “

“ I really love you, Olivia. “

Matthew stood before the desk, a cupholder holding 3 steaming cups of coffee in his hand and eyes wide with childlike wonder. One would think he’d just seen Olivia work a magic spell or something when really she had just done what she had said she would, sort through the Truncheon paperwork.

“ It wasn’t that bad really, It was just … a lot at once. You guys really need to keep up to date with your paperwork. “

“ Yeaaaaah, I guess we do. OR , you could apply for a job as an assistant here and I could put in a good word for you with the boss. Win win situation, really. “

Jess was watching the exchange with a smirk on his face. It had taken him a long time to find a place that really felt like home, most of his life really. For a while he’d thought that maybe that tiny quirky town in Connecticut with the Gazebo, with her, could be a home to him. Then that turned to shit and so did his attempt of finding a place with his father and he was left with nothing, again. Looking around now, at the business he helped build and at Matthew who, with his crazy antics and preference for booking eccentric poets,had become one of his best friend. And suddenly home didn’t seem so unattainable after all. This was home now and it was a good one.

“ Who’s your boss ? “ Olivia asked, a smirk on her face.

“ That uh — that would be me. Me and Jess. Also Chris but he’s not here right now. So it’s me and Jess you have to convince. I adore you already and Jess owes you for returning his notepad.”

“ Notebook! “ Jess chimed in.

“ Same thing. “ Matthew replied throwing a shushing motion in Jess’ direction. “ So what do you say ? “

Nibbling on the corner of her lip, Olivia averted her gaze from the two man before her and looked at the ground in unease. Having an actual job would be a massive help to her. She would be able to pay for food and transportation around town and maybe if she was really lucky she’d be able to pay for a small 1 bedroom apartment to settle down for now. It was a good job too, a job she was used to at a nice place surrounded by people who seemed nice enough if a bit weird. But maybe that was the problem after all, Matthew and Jess were nice. They were nice people who didn’t deserve her just up and leaving if her life decided to throw her a curveball once again. They deserved someone they could rely on.

“ I don’t know. I mean the offer is great and I could really need the money but — look Matthew I don’t know if and for how long I am gonna stay in Philadelphia. There’s some stuff I gotta sort out and uh — once that is done I don’t know if I’m gonna stay. I don’t think you wanna hire someone who might just have to leave one day, out of the blue. “

Glancing up through the corner of her eye, Olivia could see the guys looking at her with looks full of confusion and uncertainty.

“ Okay I’m just gonna go ahead and ask you this. “ Matthew exclaimed and narrowed his eyes at Olivia “ Are you a spy and or a bounty hunter and or in any way involved in any criminal activity ? “

“ Nope “

“ Would she admit it if she was ? “ Jess piped up from beside her, a slight hint of amusement in his voice though his face stayed serious.

“ Just because people are criminals doesn’t mean they have no morals, Jess. Have some faith. “ Matthew replied with a scoff.

“ Your reasoning is flawed. “ Jess remarked.

“ Look, I know this. “ Matthew said and placed on hand on his friend’s shoulder “ but we need help. Face it Jess, we’re whack when it comes to keeping our paperwork in check. Of course if someone hadn’t broken the last assistant’s heart we wouldn’t have to have this conversation but that’s how life works. We need help and she can help. “

“ For now !” Oliva chimed in.

“ For now. That’s good enough. “ Matthew replied and nodded at her “ Soooo, what do you say, Jess ? “

The man’s eye wandered from his co worker over towards Olivia and studied her for a moment. She couldn’t blame him, really. This was a weird situation to be in. All she had wanted was to return the notebook and in the matter of half an hour she found herself being offered a job. Things like that just didn’t happen, not to her at least.

And yet here she was, and maybe for once life had decided to grant her a little bit of luck.

“ Okay first of all, I did not break anyone’s heart. Alice was weirdly obsessed with me. I mean come on, she had a picture of me as her phone lockscreen. Not my fault I didn’t reciprocate those inappropriate feelings. As for Olivia, I guess she did do a pretty good job, huh ? “

Both Matthew and Olivia nodded.

“ Well, we do need some help around here so … I guess if you want the job it’s yours. “

“ Perfect. Soooo,Olivia. You in ? “ Matthew asked, looking at Olivia with a sparkle in his eyes like a puppy waiting for a treat.

Maybe this was just what she needed. A little stability in this adventure she had decided to embark on. Maybe this was a good sign. A step in the direction.

And so Olivia nodded.

Because maybe this was the start of something great.

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