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gotmesimpin4levi · 10 months

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🚫‼️DISCLAIMER❗️🛑

This fanfic plot is not mine, it is the plot of the summer I turned pretty TV SHOW not book. All I did was replace each character from tsitp with an aot character. Above is a list of all the characters that will be featured in this story and who wil play them. There isn’t much smut at all just some kissing and ano more than two 🔞 scenes

A/N

I’ll try to post frequently and I’ll post multiple chapters at a time. I did add a bit of originality to it so it’s not just a straight copy and paste with different names. Lemme know is you wanna see more anime crossovers and please enjoy!

PART 1:CHAPTER 1

The air is hot, the water is warm, the sun was blazing in the beautiful blue sky. It was summer which meant that it was almost time to go to Carla’s beach house in Cousins. The place I grew up at with her two sons Eren and Jean, and of course my brother Connie. The place where I lost my first tooth. Learned how to ride my first bike. Had my first love. Cousins, was my home.

“Hitch! I can’t wear that! It’s so… slutty” I said with a disgusted but playful look. She held up a pink tube dress with long sleeves, the shoulders exposed and a pair of pink platform pumps.

“That’s the point y/n!” Hitch. Hitch and y/n, best friends till the end. Sometimes I wonder how we even became friends, it’s been so long I don’t even remember. We’re complete polar opposites. She loves to go out and party, I like to stay inside and watch musicals.

“And besides Eren’ll love it” she said teasingly

“No!” I protested “ We’re not even into each other like that” I lied. Eren and I were like a commensalism. I needed him to breathe, to live. But he never really paid attention to me like I did him. Whatever I did didn’t affect him so he didnt really care.

“LIAR LIAR pants on fire!” Hitch yelled out “ you like him and you know you do”

“Maybe” I murmured “ but he doesn’t like me back so I don’t need the outfit”

“Y/n, look you can’t stay the young gullible little sister forever. Whether you like it or not your changing. Actually you’ve already changed a lot! There’s no way Eren can resist a hot steamy make out session with you. No way! And you’ve gotta get out more!”

I knew I looked different but not enough for Eren to notice me. Right?

“Maybe but I don’t wanna get my hopes up”

“Girl if he doesn’t notice you then he’s cra cra. Here, take these just in case” she handed me along with her slutty outfit a neon green bikini ithong, a pink crochet cami with light colored cutoff shorts and a pair of white Tommy Hilfiger flip flops.

“Thanks Hitch, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’m really gonna miss you”

“ hey don’t worry, I’ll see you in a week for your birthday” Bursting in to my room Connie said

“Come on y/n, moms pissed we haven’t left yet” I just blew him off. We walked downstairs and said our goodbyes. Connie drove, I rode shotgun and my mom, Hange, sat in the back seat. This was it, this was the beginning of our perfect, annual, summer getaway!

A/N

I’m soo sorry for the long chapter and all the boring exposition😭

My goal was to make it so that someone who has never seen tsitp could still read this fanfic and enjoy it so my apologies the next chapter is also long but a lot more entertaining!

CHAPTER 2

As soon as we arrive in Cousins every summer, we always stop at this gas station a few miles from Carla’s to get gas and snacks.

“Come on y/n let’s get snacks while Connie fills the tank. Connie just meet us inside when your done”

“Got it!” Me and my brother said unanimously

I walked in and went straight to the slushie machine. Half cherry, half coke. Perfection! I got a couple airheads, a bag of cheetos and made my way toward cashier. He was tall, very pale, and had red hair. He wasn't a very attractive guy but he wasn’t particularly ugly either. The closer I got to the register the more our eyes met and the more his attractiveness started to increase.

“ Hey, im Floch, and you are?” he said with a smirky tone of voice

“Hey im y/n” I responded. I reached out to slide him my snacks and slushie and when he reached out to grab them from me, our hands touched. I blushed, he chuckled a bit.

“ I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here in cousins, I’d definitely remember if I saw a pretty girl like you, this your first summer?” He said as he rung up my items

“Oh umm no I’ve been coming here since before I can remember I just don’t really get out much” I could feel my cheeks get hot as my mind was still lingering in the compliment he gave me.

“ Well if you wanna get out more, all us summer Cousins kids are going out to the beach for a bonfire, if you wanna come?” The way he said it. The way his voice lingered when he said “if”. This is what Hitch meant. I had to take advantage of this opportunity!

“ yeah sure I’d love to-“

“Love to what?” My mom said curiously. I could hear Connie “oooooohhhh-ing” from the back of the store

“Nothing! See ya later” I had a goofy cheesy grin on my face. I couldn’t believe it, a boy wanted to invite me somewhere! I had to be there. Mom and Connie followed me back to the car.

“🎶We wanted to believe there was no

No Hell on Earth worse than what we know🎤” I sang out.

“Y/n. No” Connie said hiding a smile

“But every day just seems to worsen We weren't prepared at all🎤”

“🎤Now we must rise to this occasion Devoid of all consideration” I heard my mom hun in the back. After a few more verses we were all screaming at the top of our lungs,

“SASAGEYO SASAGEYO SHINZOU WO SASAGEYO!!🎤🎶” the song ended just as we pulled up to Carla’s beach house. When I got out the car I met with Jeans eyes. It felt like I was looking at a completely different person. Like he hadn’t been my best friend since before I can remember.

“ Y/N!!” He said as he took me in for a big bear hung

“ jEaN!” I said as he lifted me off the ground still bear hugging me

“Damn,Look at how big you’ve gotten! You're not out little y/n anymore” I blushed a bit when he said it.

“Yeah I guess I am changing” I walked over to Eren to hug him but decided against it at the last minute. He, like Jean, looked different too. His hair was a lot longer, he was taller, and you could definitely tell he was more toned than before. But the main thing I noticed was his aura. Something felt off with him. Like he was masking an important feature that made him, him.

“Hey, Eren” i said

“I see you stopped wearing your glasses.” That’s it?! That’s all he said to me?

“Yeah I guess I grew out of them!”

“I liked you better with them”

“Well,” I started, “ I like me better without them,” I said in a snarky tone. Eren was acting differently. Something was definitely up. I looked over at Jean and he had a look in his eye. The kind of look he gave before he did something he knew was bad.

“ guys,” he began, “ you know what time it is?”

“ no. No, no, no, no,no!!” I protested playfully

“Y/N SWIM! Y/N SWIM!!” They all chanted. They picked me up, Connie at my feet and Eren and Jean on each arm. They carried me to the pool out back.

“1!” They all said with a swing. “2! 3!” Before I knew it I was catapulted into the pool. I could hear them all up there laughing and I couldn’t help but laugh too.

“ Come on Jean, help me out of the pool” I said as I reached my arm out. When he grabbed my hand I saw a perfect moment for revenge. I had pulled Jean in the pool along with me. Connie and Eren just laughed and in that moment I saw a glimpse of the old Eren.

CHAPTER 3 Hange pov

“We are all set for your party tonight” the book store attendant said to me

“Great!” I replied.

“How was your?” He asked

“Oh my publishers didn’t send me on tour for this one, it’s been a pretty quiet release!”

“Are you on social media?” The girl asked. “You should really be on social media!”

“Ah, well, no, I’m not.”

“Are you working on something new?” He asked

“Always!” I replied Carla walked over and asked,

“How many copies did you make for tomorrow's night?”

“I think 20”

“Oh, that’s not nearly enough!” Carla protested “I’ve invited half the town!” She exclaimed. I looked at her in shock.

“What?” I said “ you said this was just going to be a small thing?!”

“Look, Petra,” she said to the store clerk “ I am so sorry but you might have to run to the Barnes and Noble in Portsmouth and get some more.”

“Business has been slow we haven’t had many copies of anything coming in” Petra said. Carla picked up a book off the counter and said

“ You must have 100 copies of this book?!”

I read the front of it

“ Levi Ackerman is the off brand Jonathan Franzen. Levi Ackerman is such a phony name. it’s like “hi I’m masculine but I’m intellectual” I mocked “ I bet Hemingway is his hero“

“Mm-hmm” Carla agreed

“ I bet he has horn rimmed glasses!” I teased some more.

“Yeah,see? I I held up his picture in the back of the book. “Yeah,” I heard a voice from across the room. “Contacts irritate my eyes.”

“Goodbye Levi!” The store clerk said as the man walked out the door.

“Yeah that was him,” Petra said “ he’s renting the Burke house this summer“

“Oh, that’s a nice place!” Carla said

I put the book back down on the counter ashamed of the situation.

“Sorry” I winced

CHAPTER 4

On the first night we always have Carla’s special, Stuffed bell peppers for dinner

“Eren, I heard you quit football,” my mom said

“Yeah. what’s it to you?” He replied

“ So, Connie, I heard you got a job for this summer?” Carla asked

“ oh yeah I’m gonna be working at the rec center-“

“Wait seriously!?” Jean cut off “me too!”

“Jean it’s not nice to cut people off”

“Sorry mom” Jean said he turned back to Connie “I’ll be a lifeguard at the pool”

“Saweet!!” Connie said. He always says dumb stuff like that.

“Y/n, as you know you're becoming a woman,” Carla began “ and here in Cousins we have our annual Debutante Ball and I think you should do it!” My mother practically choked at the news.

“ Ball?” She spat out “ that’s not really y/n’s style, right?” For the longest time I’d always seen Carla as a second mom. I always tried to please her and do everything like her. I even wished sometimes she was my mother. This would be my chance, my chance to do something for Carla to make her proud.

“ Sure,” I heard myself blurt out “I’ll do it. It seems harmless”

“Y/n, I don’t think you know what your getting yourself into” my mother lectured “ a ball is a lot of work and dedication and if I’m being honest you’ve never been one to really care about such things” I could feel the tension in the room rise.

“ Well Mother, it’s my decision and I’m doing it.” Eren rose from the table,

“May I be excused please?” He asked Carla

“Aren’t you going to finish dinner?” She rebuttal

“No, mom” he said sternly “now may I go?”

“Sure,” she replied. The table went silent.

After Dinner I went outside to find Eren. He was sitting along with his feet in the pool smoking a bud. I sat down next to him. He couldn’t have been more bothered to acknowledge me.

“ Smoking is bad for your health, you know?” I told him

“ Well it’s good for my stress,“ he replied. I looked into his eyes trying to find a glimpse of the old Eren, of who he was. Nothing.

“ hey you preached it first” he looked at me with a playful grin.

“ I guess I did, didn't I?” The tip of his bud met the concrete and he threw it across the pool.

“Are you seriously considering this ball thing?” He asked me

“”I mean yeah, I’ve gotten nothing better to do”

“Don’t let my mom make you her little doll because she never had a daughter”

“I don’t mind, sometimes I really wish I were her daughter!”

“Your better off with Hange, trust me”

Before I could get anything else out of him Connie and Jean came running at the house

“Come on Eren!” Jean had called “we ready to hit to the bonfire”

“ Can I come?” I asked joyfully

“ hell no!” Connie told me “ you're not old enough yet” I was furious at those words. I was old enough to go. And you know what? I didn’t need them, I'd go on my own. As soon as the boys left the house I ran upstairs to change into Hitch’s slutty outfit. To be honest I didn’t look that bad. I could get used to this me. The new me. I slipped on my shoes and tiptoed towards the door. Before I left I saw Hange and Carla sitting on the couch together watching a musical. My favorite one actually. West Side Story. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe one day me and Hitch would be like that. Growing old together watching movies on a couch. I slowly opened the door and left. I’d walked in the dark for about 6 minutes until I heard the laughs of teenagers. I saw the glow of the bonfire and knew this was it.

CHAPTER 5

I walked down towards the bonfire and was immediately met with the smell of beer. I saw other kids drinking and making out. I walked out a bit more and I saw Floch, the guy from the gas station who invited me. He was making out with some blonde chick when he saw me. He quickly pulled away and ran over to me.

“Hey, it’s not what it looks like I was just-“ I cut him off.

“Just making out with some girl knowing good and well you invited another one here. Cuz that’s what it looks like to me!” He looked unbothered.

“That’s not it. See she was just holding your place till you got here!”

“And you know what? She can have that place cuz I don’t fuck with man whores.” Angrily I stormed off. How could I have been so foolish to really believe a guy liked me.I looked around a bit and I saw Eren. “ finally a familiar face“ I thought to myself. Until I saw him lean in and kiss another girl. I’m that moment my heart sank. I’d known Eren was probably interested in other girls but, to see it with my own two eyes boiled up a whole new anger in my heart. I could feel myself tear up. And Jean must’ve seen it too, because immediately after he came to me and pulled me away from the scene.

“Hey,” he shouted cheerfully “y/n is here!” I saw Connie’s head whip around.

“Y/n what the hell are you doing here? I told you not to come!” He had his arm around some girl I'd never seen before. She had her dark brown hair in a high ponytail, a Nirvana crop top on and a bikini thong.

“Because I can do whatever I want. I’m not a damn baby Connie!” He looked furious now

“Why am I even arguing with you? I'm taking you home now!”

“Con,” Jean interrupted, “just give her this one night.” Connie looked at him unamused “please 🥺” he said giving him a little pouty lip.

“Fine!” Connie said “but if you dare to even look at a drink you're out”

CHAPTER 6 Carla pov

“ When the boys threw Y/n in the pool today, I swear I almost saw a smile on Eren’s face. He was in a better mood today than I’ve seen him since him and Historia broke up” I said to Hange

“ I didn’t realize they were that serious?” She replied

“ Neither did I“ we both chuckled. “ he’s just always in such a bad mood. So unlike himself.”

“ since when did he quit football?“ she asked me.

“ A couple weeks ago. He only ever played football to please Grisha. I told you they weren’t getting along. I'm just gonna… let him have his space, you know? let him do his thing.” Hange looked at me with a concerned look.

“ don’t you think maybe it’s time you talked to him?” I looked at her blankly

“ There's nothing to talk about. Can we just have a really great summer like we said we would?” I leaned my arm out to touch her shoulder. We both laughed. “ How's your writing coming?” I asked her

“I just wanna hang out with you,” she replied “I could give a shit about that book right now”

“Liar! You give all your shits about your book. You give too many shits”

“It’s a mid list book” she said “ it’s been out for a month and it’s barely selling.

“ Well it is going to sell a ton of copies tomorrow and I can’t wait to read it!”

“ you never read my books“ she protested

“ Yes I do“ I lied. We both burst into laughter

“ read Levi Ackerman‘s book instead he’s got 150,000 followers on Instagram!” I chuckled a bit

“ you know it wouldn’t hurt you to put yourself out there more. Get on Tinder while your at it” I teased

“Oh my God, please stop!”

“Okay, okay. Maybe not tinder but what is the e app for the 40 and up crowd?”

“Oh I’m begging you stop!“ she cried out

“It’s Ourtime?!” I teased more

“No it’s not!” She said while laughing up a fit.

I scooted in closer and we laughed even harder. I looked at her with soft eyes.

“What?” She asked

“I really think you should let y/n have her deb season.”

“Please” she began “Debutante Balls are just so problematic!”

“I really want to see our girl in a white dress” I told her. Hange looked at me with sadness in her eyes.

“Fine. You win!”

“I always do” I told her

“ is still think it’s a bad idea” she exclaimed

“She might surprise you” I said as I rested my head on her shoulder “people can change you know?”

“Not us though.” She said

“Right,” I agreed, “ you and I are immovable objects.” We sat there together looking out on the lake.

CHAPTER 7

Yess! I had managed to stay. I turned around to talk to Jean but he was already gone with his friends playing an idiotic drinking game. I walked around a bit more until I saw some commotion over where Eren was. I quickly ran over to the scene to find a drunk Eren screaming at another guy.

“Give me the fucking beer back, Reiner!” He yelled

“Dude get your own!” He clapped back

“IT WAS MINE FIRST!” Eren lunged at the other guy knocking the beer out his hand. The two started throwing punches.

“Ereh, please stop, I'll get you another beer!” The girl he was making out with said

“Mikasa, stay out of this!” Eren yelled in a headlock. The boys started throwing punches at each other. I had to stop the fight. I ran over to Eren and pulled his arm back.

“The hell?!” Eren said. He had flung his fist back and striked me across the face. I held my cheek in awe. Jean came and held me from behind. Eren looked up and realized what he had done.

“I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t” a drunken Eren said to me. My eyes started to tear up. I felt stupid for trying to come to this party. I ran over to the empty part of the beach and sat there and cried.

A little while later. I heard feet in the sand walking towards me. I looked up to find a tall white boy with short blonde hair and soft eyes sit down next to me.

“Hey” he said to me

“What do you want?” I replied back

“I just wanted to see if you were okay, that was a pretty nasty fall,”

“Yeah it was.”

“Is your far okay?” He asked

“Yeah it’s feeling a bit better”

“Well umm.. I have a cold beer if you want it?”

“I don’t drink.” I told him

“No,no,no me either,” he exclaimed “not to drink for your cheek.” I could feel my face get hot.

“Thanks” I held the beer up to my cheek “I’m sorry I didn’t even get your name.”

“Armin. Armin Arlert. And you?”

“Y/n L/n”

“That’s a very beautiful name”

“Thanks” we talked for what felt like hours. He seemed so familiar yet he was so far from it.

“Oh no” we heard someone from up the beach yell. “THE POPO ARE HERE!” I saw Jean run down the beach toward me. He grabbed my arm

“Come on y/n we gotta go!” Armin got up with us. Jean carried a wasted Eren on his shoulders to the car. He put Eren in the back seat and got in the driver's seat.

“Come on y/n get in the car” Jean yelled

“Actually I wanted to ride with Armin-“

“No actually you're gonna get your little ass in the car!” Jean had never used that tone of voice with me before. It was scary but effective.

“ When can I see you again?” I asked Armin.

“Well you could see me Saturday and the drive in movie and 8?”

“It’s a date” I said blushing “till next time

“Till next time!” He leaned in toward me and planted a kiss on my lips.

“Ewwww, Nasty” I heard Eren say from the back seat.

“Holy shit!” Jean said “I forgot about Connie! Don’t fucking move! I’ll brb” he raced out the car and down the beach to find Connie. I could help but smile at the thought of Armin. He made me feel so happy and warm inside. I felt Eren reach and his hand from the back seat and touch my hair.

“Your hair is like a little kid's hair,” he said, “always so messy. Y/n..” he started to say then there was a knock on the window. We both looked up to see an office.

“Have you kids been drinking?”

CHAPTER 8

The office trailed the four of us home. When she rang the doorbell my mother, Hange, answered it.

“Thank you so much for bringing them home, officer.” She shut the door “What were you kids thinking, getting drunk like that and having an officer bring you home?

“Mom,” Connie started, “ it wasn't even a big deal the cops just wanted to break up the bonfire!”

“ Wasn't a big deal? Con, you were escorted home by the police! THAT'S a pretty big deal to me!” You could hear Connie sniff the air a bit

“Were you guys smoking weed?” He asked

“What? Keep your voice down! Carla’s sleeping on the couch!”

“I wasn’t yelling you were mom.” Connie protested

“Just so you know Hange,” Jean began “ I wasn't drinking at all tonight. I was the DD I swear!”

Eren! You're the oldest. I expect so much more. What the hells got into you?” She looked at me “and when did you start leaving the house without telling anyone? And what the hell are you wearing?” I looked up at her

“It’s Hitch’s dress, and why am I the only one not allowed to go out-“

“It’s not that you can’t go out, it's just you need to tell someone before you leave.” She cut off “and how the hell did you even get there?”

“I walked,” I said under my breath. “You walked.” She mumbled as she put her hands to her head. “ you know better than to walk that far down the beach at night!” She's really pissed me off. I’d been her sweet innocent child for long enough. I deserved to have fun and to have my own life. She let Eren, Connie, and Jean live there life however but when I came to be I could do shit.

“Would you stop treating me like a child!” I lashed out at her. She looked me deep in the eyes, “if you wanna be treated like and adult… act like one!” She finished off her sentence in a stern voice. The kind that sent goosebumps down your arm.

“Then maybe y’all should too.” U was surprised to hear Eren say.

“Excuse me?” Mom asked as she looked at Carla’s boys “I just want you all to know that this night could’ve ended a lot differently if your family wasn’t your family.”

“We’re really sorry Hange.” Jean said

“Just go to bed guys.” I was the first one to leave. I went to the kitchen to grab a cold bag a veggies for my face. I went upstairs and changed into my night clothes. I laid back in my bed to sleep when I heard a knock through the wall. It was Jean. He’s still remembered our secret code from the summers before. I laughed softly before putting the bag back on my face and going to sleep.

CHAPTER 9 Eren pov

I got up from the bench to go to my room when I felt Hange grab my wrist.

“I don’t understand what’s going on with you?

“Nothing,” I told her “I’m fine”

“Eren!” I heard her say as I went into the living room. I saw my mother laying there on the couch. I took the throw blanket and placed it over her. I loved her but the sight of her made me so angry sometimes. I just wished she wouldn’t try so hard. So hard to pretend like everyone and everything was gonna be okay.

A/N

thank you so much for reading this part! It’s my first real fanfic that I've done. I’ve been so excited to write this and it’s so great that people actually like it. Again please let me know what else you guys wanna see and part two will be out next Tuesday. I’ll try to keep this consistent. Thank you all for the support and I’ll see you in the next part!

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avnkin · 4 years

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The Bet

Chapter 2 - Fake Love

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: swearing, lil tiny angst, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of sex & JJ and Rafe being assholes :,)

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: John B bets JJ that he can’t get kook princess Y/N Y/L/N to fall in love with him and not one to turn down a challenge JJ takes the bet unaware of the repercussions it would have.

(A/N): Guuuys i’m so overwhelmed with the positive responses the first part got, i love y’all so fucking much,, thank you for all your comments and messages it means the world<33

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You felt yourself rolling your eyes as you listened to Sarah’s ramblings about how stupid it had been of you to agree to go out with someone like JJ.

The two of you had stayed over at her house after the party and the morning after you had spilled the beans about your encounter with JJ, although you’d been more hesitant about the date part of it.

“You’re an idiot if you think he won’t play you, he’s cheated on every single girl he’s ever been with Y/N!” Sarah exclaimed eyebrows raising at you as you groaned falling back onto her mattress “I don’t know he seemed- different when it was just the two of us, maybe he just doesn’t want people to know the real him” you cringed at the last part of your sentence knowing how dumb you probably sounded.

“Oh come on Y/N you should know better by now” Sarah spoke referring to your previous mess of a relationship, her words hurt, she knew you’d had a tough time ever since it ended but you were careful not to show it.

Rafe Cameron, her brother had been the boy who held your heart for over two years, but in the end he’d basically crushed it with his bare hands, started doing drugs, lying to you, and even going as far as to sleep with one of your best friends.

“You can’t seriously be comparing Rafe to JJ, you don’t even know him!” you argued “neither do you Y/N!” you didn’t know how to respond as you looked back up at her a frown replacing the previous smile your lips had held.

“It’s just one date S and if he acts like an ass I won’t see him again” you tried to convince her “fine Y/N but just know that I warned you” she spoke a hint of annoyance in her tone.

Later in the evening you found yourself sitting opposite the guy who’d broken many hearts of his own and you although you hated to admit it, you were having a good time. He hadn’t made one inappropriate comment or sexual innuendo the entire date much to your surprise, he’d actually been a real gentleman.

So as you both stood outside your house parting ways, he decided it was time to make his first move, earn your trust. “So you still want me to leave you alone?” his eyes met yours as you feigned a thinking face humming as your fingers went up to rub your chin “well i’ve got to admit you’re not that bad” he seemed pleasantly surprised at your words taking one step closer to you causing you to almost involuntarily take one step back, the wall behind you halting your movements.

“Not that bad, huh?” his breath fanned your face as his fingers came up to place a small lock of hair behind your ear. “I had a good time tonight” he hummed his lustful eyes meeting yours, searching for permission to take things a step further “me too” you whispered lips inches away from his.

You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as he closed the space between the pair of you, lips melting into his you felt butterflies fill your stomach as his hands found your waist, the kiss was short and as you inched back away from him you smiled pecking him one more time before turning around and making your way up your driveway.

“Wait! When will I see you again?” he yelled after you, you swiftly turned around eyes meeting his from the distance “I think that’s up to you” you yelled back, biting down on your lip before slowly turning back around and making your way into your house.

“Too easy” JJ mumbled dialing John B’s number to tell him all about the night you two had shared assuring him he would be a 100 dollars short soon.

Almost two weeks had passed since the first date and there had been many more since then, he’d even introduced you to some of his friends, so far you and Kiara or Kie as she liked to be called got along the best, it was awkward between the two of you at first because of her rocky history with Sarah but you quickly found a way to get past that.

You were out on the marsh resting in JJ’s arms as the two of you laid on top of a single towel bathing in the sun rays, when John B suddenly called him over, JJ quickly stood up leaving you all to yourself a frown making its way onto your lips as you watched him walk away.

When they were out of reach from you, sure that you wouldn’t hear John B furrowed his eyebrows at JJ “listen, man we don’t need to do this anymore, I don’t care about the bet, if you really like her we should stop it’s wrong” JJ scoffed at John B’s words “you’re just pussying out because you know that I’m gonna win this” JJ accused displeased at John B’s words.

“No that’s not it JJ, geez get your head out of the gutter, for once in your life there’s a nice girl out there who really likes you and you’re just playing with her feelings, the bet was a stupid idea and I shouldn’t have suggested it” John B spoke desperation evident in his tone.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, is this all because you started macking on Sarah Cameron, huh? Because if it is I’m sure she’d love to hear all about the bet you made with me practically asking to get her best friends heartbroken” the words were like venom slipping off of JJ’s tongue as the two boys glared daggers into each other's eyes.

“Whatever JJ bets still on, it’s your funeral” John B retorted walking past JJ making sure to slam his shoulder into his. JJ rolled his eyes grabbing two beers from the cooler and making his way back towards you.

“Hey babe, sorry ‘bout that, grabbed you a beer from the cooler” you smiled up at him propping yourself up on your elbows “thanks” you smiled grabbing the bottle from his hand as he bent down to peck your lips.

“So I was thinking” you began capturing JJ’s attention, “my parents are out tonight and they won’t be home till tomorrow morning, you wanna stay over?” you were kind of hesitant with your words nervous about his reply, you guys hadn’t slept together yet, not like there hadn’t been an opportunity to do it but you wanted to make him wait, be sure that he wasn’t just using you for sex.

“Yeah i’d like that, luxury night in the kook mansion, don’t mind if I do” he hummed lips finding yours one more time. “Shut up” you mumbled against his lips only earning a slight chuckle from him in response.

When you got back to the dock you offered to give JJ a ride home but he seemed to tense up at your words, he’d never talked about his home life or told you anything about his family so you didn’t ask.

“Nah, i’m going back to the chateau, i’ll catch a ride with JB” you nodded deciding now wasn’t the time to ask him why he always got so weird when you mentioned his home. “Alright i’ll see you tonight then?” you asked wrapping your arms around his waist making a pouty face as you looked back up at him “of course” he smiled down at you pecking your lips one last time before you parted ways.

JJ felt a weird feeling in his stomach as he watched you walk away, almost as if he didn’t want you to go, he’d been having these weird feelings a lot lately whenever he was around you, he didn’t know what it was, was he actually starting to like you? No that couldn’t be it, he’d never liked anyone in his life and he refused to believe that some kook girl would be the one to capture his heart so he pushed the thoughts into the back off his mind as he made his way towards John B’s beat-up van.

As you drove up the long driveway that led to your house you felt your heart drop down into your stomach, your eyes falling onto the all to familiar bike sitting there, no no no you thought pressing the breaks on your car, parking it behind the bike. You took a deep breath as you made your way towards your house seeing none other than Rafe Cameron sitting on your front steps.

“What the hell are you doing here Rafe?” you demanded causing his eyes to snap up towards you, “Y/N I need to tell you something- I need to apologize please-” he pleaded eyes following you as you walked past him towards your front door but he was quick to halt your movements fingers wrapping tightly around your wrist as he turned you to face him.

“I messed up Y/N, I know I did but-but I miss you” was he serious? after almost half a year of being apart he decided to do this now “no Rafe you don’t! you’re only here because I’m dating someone else and I’m happy!” you argued, Rafe always had a problem with sharing things even though they weren’t his.

“You can’t be serious Y/N, JJ Maybank? Of all people” he scoffed as you pulled your hand out of his tight grasp, “it’s none of your business Rafe! You cheated on me, you broke up with me, so do me a favor and leave me the hell alone” you ordered quickly opening your front door and slamming it shut in his face, locking it behind you.

“Fuck!” you heard him yell as you watched him storm away back towards his bike, kicking at the ground before getting on his bike and zooming back out of your driveway.

When JJ arrived at your house later in the night you didn’t know whether you should tell him about Rafe or not, but as if he could read your thoughts he broke the silence that had previously filled the room “okay what’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird since I got here” he questioned, causing you to turn your head towards him, eyes meeting his for what felt like the first time that night “uh, I don’t know it’s just Rafe was here earlier” JJ felt a weird pit in his stomach at your words, was he jealous?

“What do you mean he was here earlier? Did you invite him?” JJ retorted, he wasn’t sure why he felt so mad all of a sudden or if he was mad at you or Rafe, honestly, he had no idea “no, of course I didn’t invite him here J” you scoffed “he just showed up!” you argued annoyed that he would actually think that you’d willingly talked to Rafe “well what did he want?” JJ finally asked, crossing his arms as he stared down at you.

“I don’t know- I guess to apologize, or something I didn’t- really give him a chance to talk” you sighed eyes connecting with JJ’s, his face softened at your words “well you told him you were with me right?” he asked sitting down next to you pulling you up and onto his lap, you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Of course I did” you cooed forehead resting against his, he only nodded in response wrapping his arms around your waist in an attempt to pull you even closer into him. Your lips quickly found his in a sweet kiss, but it didn’t take JJ long to deepen the kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth before turning the two of you around your back slamming into the mattress below you.

The two of you had been in this spot before but you’d always stopped it before taking it any further, but as his arms traveled down your body everything about it felt so right “JJ” you breathed out as his lips made their way down your neck, he abruptly stopped at the mention of his name “shit Y/N I’m sorry-” he began but you cut him off “I want too” your voice was small as your eyes met his “are you sure?” he asked, you only nodded wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him back down towards you lips meeting his once again.

JJ felt the pit in his stomach grow even more as he felt guilt consume him debating whether he should stop and tell you the truth, but he didn’t.

When you woke up the next morning you smiled at the sleeping boy in front of you, his hair was ruffled all over the place and as you went to fix it his eyes slowly peered open “mornin” he breathed out, his voice raspy as one hand found your waist pulling you into his chest.

“You want breakfast? I can go and buy us something?” you hummed closing your eyes as you let your head rest against JJ’s bare chest “no stay here” he spoke lowly, pulling you even closer into him but the sound of your front door opening and slamming shut caused both of you two get up immediately.

“Shit” you cursed frantically running around your bedroom attempting to find his clothes which were sprawled all over the place from the previous night, “here you go” you spoke throwing him the pieces of fabric that you’d gathered in your arms.

“The window!” you whispered frantically attempting to unlock it.

It was a decent drop from your bedroom and down into the garden but not far enough to be harmful, you hoped as you gestured for him to climb down.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked looking out the window and back towards you “yes! now get out of here before my parents find you” you rushed him.

He groaned but sure enough started to climb over the windowsill, he halted his movements when he was almost out moving slightly towards you he connected your lips mumbling a small ‘goodbye’ before he jumped down and ran towards the bushes in your garden that let out onto the main road.

Not even a second later your mom came bursting into your room causing you to quickly turn around acting as nonchalant as you possibly could “what are you doing by the window?” she asked placing a bag of food down onto your bed “oh you know- fresh air” you inwardly cringed at your lame attempt of an excuse but it seemed to work since she just shrugged and made her way back out onto the hallway.

You closed the door behind her as you let out a sigh of relief. You couldn’t contain your smile as you thought about the previous night you’d spent with JJ, finding your phone to call Sarah and tell her all about it.

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biotic-boshtet · 3 years

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Aftermath - Chapter 4

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Shore Leave pt. 2

After almost a week, Kaidan is more or less used to the sounds the old house makes. He picks his way down the creaking stairs, groggy brain locked onto the promise of coffee. On his way around the bar, he nearly runs right into another person. Norah Jean, he thinks, at first, then remembers he left her half-asleep upstairs. The woman blinking at him now is about his height, with steely brown eyes and captain’s bars on her uniform, a cup of steaming black coffee in hand. Kaidan’s uncomfortably aware of the fact that he’s standing there in a pair of sweatpants and no shirt. His cheeks grow hot and he’s stuck like a deer in headlights.

She extends the hand not holding her coffee. “Hannah Shepard. Kaidan Alenko, I assume?”

“I-yes, ma’am. How did you-“

“Norah Jean may have mentioned something about her very charming lieutenant once or twice. Plus, I’ve seen what little they’ve released of the vids from the battle in the tower. Pretty hard to miss the way you cling to each other’s sixes.” Kaidan takes her hand, and she winks at him as she gives it a firm shake. “If I’d known Norah Jean would be here, I’d have waited till later to stop by. I’ll be out of your hair once the mail gets delivered, don’t worry.” Hannah releases his hand and steps around him, heading for the couch, sitting down and turning on the tv. Kaidan shakes his head and makes for the coffee pot.

A few moments later the stairs creak as Norah Jean slowly works her way down the stairs. She pauses at the bottom, glancing at her mother. “Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, kid.”

“What brings you out here unannounced?”

“Didn’t think I needed to announce myself, I do live here sometimes, too. Though if I knew you’d be here with a boy I’d have said something before I startled him. I’m getting your brother’s birthday present delivered here, he’s at the house in Vancouver, so I had to improvise. You know how nosy he gets.”

“Oh, I know, he’s the reason I refuse to plan surprise parties anymore. So, you’ve met Kaidan?” She crutches a few steps closer to her mother.

“Oh, yes, he’s quite the catch.” Hannah winks over her coffee.

“That he is.” Norah Jean turns to continue on towards the kitchen, to Kaidan and coffee.

Kaidan’s ready when she approaches the bar, setting a steaming mug down in front of her. The color in his cheeks has mostly gone down. Still a bit rosy. She sets her crutches against the bar and picks it up, taking a deep sniff before glancing back up. “Sugar?”

“Norah Jean, I wouldn’t dare hand you an unsweetened cup of coffee.”

She cracks a smile, taking a small sip, nodding and hopping up on the barstool. “I know, but I’ll still ask every time. Can’t have you slipping up.”

“If I ever want to get on your bad side, I’ll be sure to give you coffee with five spoons of sugar instead of six.” He laughs, cheeks still pink. “I’ll stay over here with my normal coffee.”

“Kaidan. You wouldn’t know normal coffee if it splashed you in the face. When you brew coffee, Pressley only drinks one cup before lunch. The man usually goes through an entire pot by himself by noon. You drink jet fuel disguised as coffee.”

“But you like it.” He raises his mug to his lips. One spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk.

“That’s irrelevant.”

“Is it really, though?” He grins as he set his mug back down.

“Mhmm, didn’t you promise me breakfast?”

“And if I only said that to get you out of bed before 11?”

“Would you really lure me out of my warm bed with false promises of eggs and bacon? When I can’t even move properly, and Chakwas would probably lock me in the medbay if she knew I was going up and down these steps on crutches?”

“Probably not. How do you want your eggs?”

“Over easy, please.”

“You got it, Sugar.”

Norah Jean stares at Kaidan for a second before realizing she’s just been given a nickname. She smiles into her coffee as he opens the fridge to retrieve the eggs and bacon.

Kaidan back around, catching her eye briefly and flashing a brilliant smile before looking past her, to the couch. “Mrs. Shepard?”

“Just Hannah is fine, please.”

“Right. Hannah, would you like some breakfast?”

“I ate on the way here, but I’ll take a refill on my coffee?”

“Sure thing. Sugar or milk?”

“No thank you, black is fine.”

Kaidan grabs the coffee pot, stopping to top off Norah Jean’s mug, leaving the sugar pot with her on the bar, before heading across the room to fill Hannah’s waiting mug. “You sure you don’t want any eggs or something?”

“No, no, I’m fine, I promise.”

“Give it up, Kaidan, she’s more stubborn than me. You won’t get her to budge. Also, uh, as much as I enjoy the view, I think a shirt would be a good idea if you’re gonna fry off bacon.”

“Yeah, yeah, that would make sense.” He returns to the kitchen, taking another sip of coffee before heading upstairs.

Norah Jean turns in her seat after a moment, to look at her mother. “Alright, spill it.”

“What?”

“You’re staring.”

Hannah sighs softly, setting her mug down on the end table. “You must really like him; you haven’t brought anybody home since-“

“I know.” Norah Jean glances up the stairs, no Kaidan yet. “You got a point to this?”

“No point, it’s just good to see you happy, at ease. I haven’t seen you like this in too long. You picked a good one.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

Two days later they’re standing by bay 15 of the Alliance’s dry docks in Vancouver, looking up at the Normandy. The rest of the crew is slowly trickling in, with orders to be underway in 12 hours. Kaidan nudges her shoulder, meeting her eyes with a smile. Norah Jean gives his hand a squeeze before stepping away and squaring her shoulders, stepping back into Commander Shepard.

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iraniq · 3 years

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All the Time

Fandom: Star Wars

* characters belong to Disney * * Millicent the cat belongs to Pablo Hidalgo *

p.s. i started writin is as a joke, from a fun conversation with my bff/sis, but now is huge, and I am posting this xD

Staring: Me as the main persona + bonus guest star in chapter 2

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chapter 1

Being in an arranged marriage was bad enough already, meaning whatever was left of our royal side was gone long time ago... I was gonna marry a politician to prevent ongoing civil war to turn into a slaughter of my people.

He was middle aged, fat, nasty man... Rotting in his soul... But that was the way! I was doing this for my people. I had accepted my fate... Till that day came...

The big ship in the sky... They reminded me of the Stardestroyers from the past, but weren't. That was the First Order. They had come.

Me, as an owner of the title "princess" only by the respect for my family, had to be there at the first meeting. So was my betrothed. Such an abhorrent creature.

We only saw an elderly man with gray hair, pissed at the world, a younger one walking behind him, obviously displeased with us all, and several white armored ones. Dora, my maid, yelled almost falling to her knees. The Sun Child!

She came from a small moon nearby our planet, where ginger people were considered emissaries of God.

It has been 4 days since we saw them again. The big ship was in the sky, only smaller ones come and go, and most of our politicians were in the big city hall, negotiating.

Tonight our new "friends" were invited to celebrate the Last Summer Day. We celebrated the last days of the summer sun as life giving, now the sun would be an observer, old saying goes, if you wish upon the midday sun and the sunset is orange red, your wish will be granted.

Dora's people came, over floating not as usual for the Sun, but to see the ginger commander. Who wasn't fond of the attention, or the people at all, and after the required toasts left for good.

I tried not to pay much attention to them. Their presence made me uneasy, and quite anxious.

The next day at lunch, my parents were asked to meet with our guests. Dora was way too odd, holding my hand all day, when I finally asked her what's all about she explained.

- You don't know my Lady, yesterday morning the First Order generals were finally getting your planet to sign with them, the politicians and the royals agreed. But last night when drunk your husband...

- He is not my husband! - I protested and got off the couch. Dora cleared her throat and continued.

- He got killed.

- What?

- Yes, what I heard was, that he said something, disrespectful, or offending, and they killed him.

- That's...

- I am so sorry my Lady... - Dora offered me a hug.

- That's amazing! - I yelled. - I don't have to marry that gross old man now! - I clapped my hands, but Dora's face was still sad.

- What is it? What do you know?

- You will instead, marry the General...

I said nothing. Just ran off.

Cried all night, with no luck. My faith has just gotten worse. Married to the nasty politician I was gonna be still home and respected by my people.... There on that ship, where I assume I'd be taken. I would be just a girl, they took, as a bonus to the contract they just made.

Two days later, that I spend trying not to cry, because I had to maintain a happy face for the wedding, as my social status required, my heart was beyond broken. I knew what kind of a person the politician was, was told how to maintain his anger outbursts, knew when to not engage a conversation at all. Even knew what his favorite dish was. Now, this unknown General, might be anyone, and by the looks of him, he will totally be cruel one.

Dora had requested to come with me after I go to the ship. She was 7 years older than me, and was my maid, and a dear friend since I was a child. She refused to leave my side. So at least I'd have her!

The old caste throne room was decorated in silver, and the autumn blooming roses on the walls gave it a magical touch. I could barely see my yet another horrible future husband. Standing there in the distance, too military still, with hands behind his back and with these ridiculous pointy eared hats. I looked away, at my feet, of fear of tears.

When I arrived in front of him, he cleared his throat and through the bridal veil I saw he removed his leather gloves. He had these small gentle hands. The shock I felt, when upon raising my veil, I saw the ginger one standing in front of me. That caught me so off guard I actually smiled. He awkwardly mimicked me, and the wedding began. After the ceremony, we were at the old castle's garden halls to party.

I was too anxious around all people congratulating me, I was happy my already husband wasn't the old grandpa, but I still married a monster.

I excused myself and left in the gardens.

- May I join you? - carrot boy said, I nodded.

We waked in awkward silence for a while, then he spoke.

- I heard you planted most of the flowers here. - I nodded - Unusual for a princess.

- I am a princess only by respect, the last royal was my grandfather. We were still called such in his honor. Also I like gardening.

- They look good.

- Thank you.

- If I may ask, why is half the castle in ruins?

- You missed that info?

- We came to your plant with a work proposal, asking why the caste of the royal family is mostly ruins, didn't seemed as a nice conversation starter.

- True... – I smiled, but hurried to look away, so carrot boy won’t see me – The previous royals, not of our bloodline I'd like to note, were like slave owners, cruel and greedy. There was a civil war, they were killed. Half the population moved several cities south, made parliament and all, here monarchy stayed, and my granddad was a benevolent king. Now we are the face and the parliament rules. The castle is destroyed since back then. I was trying to make it look better with the flowers and all.

- Why is there an ongoing civil war then?

- Well … - I cleared my throat – Our people don’t care about the nature, polute a lot, this affects the South, they tried to reason, but not much happened.

- Now? After you did not marry anyone from the South, what will happen?

- I don’t know … - I looked away, I wasn’t ready to think about that now, I married a monster, and might not even managed to change a thing.

- You plant the ivy roses...

- Yes.

He nodded and that was as much as we spoke. He seemed to be way too prepared on that matter. I am guessing their work proposal involved a history lesson too.

Same night, we slept in the far sides of the huge bed. The only moment he touched me was when we were supposed to kiss, and we did, was so awkward, and when he helped me unbuttoning my dress. The rest of the time his hands were in gloves and he barely touched anything. I imagine the ships must be sterile. Otherwise they all will die of fly in days.

Early next morning my luggage was loaded in one of the shuttles and we left. The ship would be in the orbit of my planet several more hours, but I already missed home.

As I got the rather good surprise, I ain't wifing the old pervert rapist, carrot boy was quite pretty I can't lie, he was also a General and the ship that we would be in, was his to command. Dora was 2 steps behind me, as usual, my faithful shadow. I made her swear to me not to react on him, so she could stay. General Hux, as his name was, didn't want any attention at all. He was perfectionist workaholic, by his attitude towards me, I was guessing he wasn't ask consent about that marriage also. So I might be safe, as career was more important for him, than a family.

As we boarded the big cruiser and the shuttle door barely open I heard him speak over the door asking reports. One big silver solider and 2 white ones started talking one after another. They walked towards somewhere.

Me and Dora were escorted to his room and were noted not to walk around the ship on our own.

One pleasant surprise was that the carrot general had a carrot cat, big and fluffy. Her collar said "Millicent" and I befriended her rather fast. Dora almost fainted when I trashed his room, opening every drawer.

- Who folds their socks?

- My Lady... - she sat at the big leather canapé, and the cat jumped in her lap, asking attention.

- He is my husband now, I ain't doing anything wrong, also I just look... The OCD will smell it if I touch something, anyway. Do you want me to spray me one of his perfumes?

Dora almost fainted, my remark and the knock on the door finished her. My presence was asked. I let her in the room. She was too startled to go. So I was walked by the white armor.

I met my husband in a rather larger corridor. He nodded, so did I. No ridiculous pointy ear hat anymore. That's better. His hair was crazy carrot, slicked back, even his eyebrows were orange and his eyelashes. The light was going through and from a specific angle looked like they were glowing. Now I know why Dora's people adore them so much.

I had seen a ginger person once, I was 10 and wasn't allowed to stay in.

A sudden loud thud was heard, the door on our right opened and a person walked out. A girl. Tall, skinny, long blond hair, wavy at the ends, emerald long green dress and black leather cape...ish thingy. She muttered something angrily and vanished.

After her another person went out. Definitely male, although he had a mask on his face. Large dressed all in black with a cape. General Hux introduced him as Lord Ren.

But who was the girl? Maybe, I wasn't the only one forced into marriage. Maybe, she could be my friend after all!

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𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫 … a parker whitmore playlist

i. american idiot — green day; ii. normal fucking rockwell — lana del rey; iii. loser — beck; iv. let’s spend the night together — david bowie; v. the ballad of me and my friends — frank turner; vi. troublemaker — weezer; vii. the less i know the better — tame impala; viii. you! me! dancing! — los campesinos!; ix. walking on a dream — empire of the sun; x. no. 1 party anthem — arctic monkeys; xi. pork and beans — weezer; xii. cpr — the walnuts; xiii. take me out — franz ferdinand; xiv. ringtone — 100 gecs; xv. electric feel — mgmt; xvi. money machine — 100 gecs; xvii. you told the drunks i knew karate — zoey van goey; xviii. do you want to — franz ferdinand; xix. hand crushed by a mallet — 100 gecs; xx. compensating — amine; xxi. dumb bitchitis — yung cxreal; xxii. 25 bands and a gecco — 100 gecs; xxiii. smack a bitch — rico nasty; xxiv. blackjack — amine; xxv. say so — doja cat; xxvi. spiderwebs — no doubt; xxvii. dennis — roy blair; xxviii. money in the grave — drake; xxix. hey ya! — outkast; xxx. shine — amine; xxxi. 1, 2 many— luke combs;

( 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 )

american idiot — green day.

“don’t want to be an american idiot, one nation controlled by the media. information age of hysteria: it’s going out to idiot america.”

norman fucking rockwell — lana del rey.

“goddamn man child, you act like a kid even though you stand six-foot-two.”

loser — beck.

“and my time is a piece of wax: falling on a termite that’s choking on the splinters. soy un peredor. i’m a loser, baby, so why don’t you kill me? (gettin’ crazy with the cheese whiz!)”

let’s spend the night together — david bowie.

“i’m going red and my tongue’s getting tied. i’m off my head and my mouth’s getting dry, i’m high, but i try, try, try.”

the ballad of me and my friends — frank turner.

“and if you’re all about the destination, then take a fucking flight. we’re going nowhere slowly but we’re seeing all the sighs. and we’re definitely going to hell, but we’ll have all the best stories to tell!”

troublemaker — weezer.

“i’m such a mystery, as anyone can see, there isn’t anybody else exactly quite like me. and when it’s party time, like 1999, i’ll party by myself because i’m such a special guy.”

the less i know the better — tame impala.

“she said: ‘it’s not now or never, just wait ten years we’ll be together.’ i said: ‘better late the never, just don’t make me wait forever.’”

you! me! dancing! — los campesinos!.

“i always get confused, because at supermarkets, they turn the lights off when they want you to leave. but at discos, they turn them on. and it’s always sad to go, but it’s never that sad. because there’s only so many places you’re guaranteed on getting a hug when you leave. and on the way home, it always seems like a good idea to go paddling in the fountain. and that’s because it is a good idea. it’s like rousseau depicts man in a state of nature: we’re underdeveloped, we’re ignorant, we’re stupid but we’re happy.”

walking on a dream — empire of the sun.

“we are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it. always pushing up that hill, searching for the thrill of it. on and on and on we are calling out and out again. never looking down i’m just in awe of what’s in front of me. is it real now? when two people become one.”

no. 1 party anthem — arctic monkeys.

“and it seems as though, those lumps in your throat that you just swallowed have got you going: come on, come on, come on. come on, come on, come on: number one party anthem.”

pork and beans — weezer.

“i’m gonna do the things that i want to do, i ain’t got a thing to prove to you. i eat my candy with the pork and beans, excuse my manners if i make a scene. i ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you like, i’m fine and dandy with the me inside. one look in the mirror as i’m tickled pink: i don’t give a hoot about what you think.”

cpr — the walnuts.

“and when i start to move. it’s not me, it’s just one final, desperate twitch. and when i don’t come to, punch the air and curse you god but please know it’s not your fault. you did your best.”

take me out — franz ferdinand.

“so if you’re lonely: just know i’m here waiting for you. i’m just a cross-hair, i’m just a shot away from you. and if you leave here, you’ll leave me broken, shattered, i lie. i’m just a cross-hair, i’m just a shot, then we can die.”

ringtone — 100 gecs.

“my boy’s got his own ringtone, it’s the only one i know, it’s the only one i know. 27 missed calls, lighting up my cell phone. sending you text saying “call you when i get home.” taking off my work clothes, working in a cold one.”

electric feel — mgmt.

“all along the eastern shore, put your circuits in the sea. this is what the world is for, making electricity.”

money machine — 100 gecs.

“hey there pissbaby, you think you’re so fucking cool, huh? you think you’re so fucking tough? you talk a lot of big game for someone with such a small truck.”

you told the drunks i knew karate — zoey van goey.

“i am drunk and on a ladder, not the smartest way to start my night.”

do you want to — franz ferdinand.

“when i woke up tonight, i said: i’ve got to make somebody love me. got to make somebody love me. and now i know, now i know, now i know, i know that it’s you. you’re lucky, lucky, you’re so lucky.”

hand crushed by a mallet — 100 gecs.

“i was trying to find a way to kill time. i didn’t even get to tell you goodbye. i was trying to find a way to kill time. now you’re gone and i can never say goodbye. this feeling’s going to my head, i’m thinking things i should’ve said. you’ve circled me inside my room, i couldn’t go another day.”

2am — bear hands.

“i would never ask you to do something i wouldn’t do. i would never lose you, at least i’d never choose to. all your friends are sober, yeah we’re getting older.” / “making love is fine but all i want is to forget how old i am. nothing good happens past 2 am. i put the ball in your court, text me back, i want a full report, i want cash in hand.”

compensating — amine.

“i fucked up once again, and you know that i’m never too proud to beg. it’s hard to admit that i made my bed, but you know imma always wish you the best.”

dumb bitchitis — yung cxreal.

“i’m a dumb bitch, i ain’t done bitch. you better run bitch. ‘cause i got dumb bitchitis.”

25 bands and a gecco — 100 gecs.

“i’ve got 25 bands and a gecko, and i've got 25 cans of the pesto, and i've got 25 mans but they're dead though, and I've got 25 cans of the Red Bull.” / also. the dog bark solo. very parker.

smack a bitch — rico nasty.

“she hatin' 'cause i’m up, you can tell on her face. i been eating so much, i've been saying my grace. when the times was rough, i would look up and pray: thank god i ain't have to smack a bitch today .”

blackjack — amine.

“i’m too fly to fight, can’t afford my price. this a white tee, bitch bite me. i’m on the high, they on the low. you killin’ my vibe, get out my zone.”

say so — doja cat.

“day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment, i’d let you had I known it, why don't you say so? didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with, you got to keep me focused, you want it, say so.”

spiderwebs — no doubt.

“sorry i’m not home right now, i’m walking into spiderwebs, so leave a message and i’ll call you back. a likely story, but, leave a message and i’ll call you back. and it’s all your fault! i screen my phone calls.”

dennis — roy blair.

“if you knew how many songs, i'd sing on the roof above my dad's garage. i'd probably quit it, singin men in the parks till the sunset. it was Ramadan, neighbor's rules, played hide and seek, hid underneath the poly chairs downstairs, had a swing set on the tree above my window. don't know which way the wind blows.”

money in the grave — drake.

“it's a big gap between us in the game. in the next life, i'm tryna stay paid. when i die, put my money in the grave.”

hey ya! — outkast.

“now, what cooler than being cool? ice cold! i can't hear ya! i say what's, what's cooler than being cool? ice cold! alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright!”

shine — amine.

“i don’t wanna feel like i need ya. you’re a catch, but i’m not a receiver. i’m nervous what this might turn into, know my skin glows whenever i see you. that’s why i’m shining.”

1, 2 many — luke combs.

“there's no stoppin' me once i get goin'. put a can in my hand, man, i'm wide ass open. the tick-tock of that clock is like a time bomb. by half-past-ten, i’m half past tipsy. at quarter-to-twelve, man, i done had plenty. the countdown's on when the first beer hits me. 5-4-3-2-1 too many.”

#hshqtask007 #playlist #hshqgraphix #anyways this took all night please like it i need validation to survive

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aronasnack · 4 years

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circles ⎮ arón piper fiction

summary: flying back to madrid leaves ur heart feeling heavy bc you know you were bound to reconnect with ur past.

characters: arón piper x bella alvarez (o/c)

author's note: this is the start to a series! ps sorry for the terrible spanish, i'm using google translator BAHAHHA :') in this storyline, aron is 23 when he starts filming elite. :)

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pt. 1 ⎮ pt. 2 out now!

word count: 1,212.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are touching down in Madrid in half an hour, 0700 local time, according to the weather forecast, it's about 10 degree celcius there right now. On behalf of your cockpit and cabin crews, please, sit back and get ready for landing." There you were among the passengers in the business class cabin, looking out of the window, admiring the bird eye view of Madrid as the aircraft descended for landing. You moved to Los Angeles four years ago to pursue your studies in Film at UCLA, and you haven't been back to Madrid ever since. The opportunity for you to return to Madrid came by when you were offered the chance to be one of the directors for a new Netflix production. You weren't a small fry in the cinematography scene, you had been part of a few productions in the States but it was still an opportunity too good to miss, so you accepted it right away. Yet, here you were returning to Madrid, feeling empty as you recalled the reasons that made you leave in the very first place. An hour later, you were out of the aircraft, in a cab on the way to your apartment that was in the heart of the city. Listening to some music with your AirPods, you winded down the window to take a better look of the scenery Madrid has to offer, and for some odd reason, the way how the sun shone on your face and the way how the wind blew your hair in Madrid sent a wave of nostalgia running through your body, and you thought, i might have missed this more than i'd imagine.

Shortly after, you were in your apartment, laying on your couch with your sleeping mask on as you were too tired to unload your luggages, thanks to the combination of a long flight and the jet lag that was kicking in. You planned to take a short nap before doing anything, but you ended up sleeping till 6 in the evening, when your phone rang. You groan as you answer the call because firstly, you realised it was already late, which meant you were definitely gonna stay up the entire night and you'd still be jet lagged the next day. Secondly, it was Miguel Herrán calling you, "BELLA! We know you're back, don't you know how to answer any of our messages? We're planning a welcome back party at the club tonight, our usual place. You'll be there right? RIGHTTTT?" God, Miguel hasn't change one bit, he was still the same, noisy, but he has his good points which is why you kept in contact with him even when you were away. He was talking way too much, too quickly, and in order to stop him from being even noisier, "Cállate, i'm going, i'm going. Jesus, you're still the same, maybe even louder." Miguel bursts out into laughter and says, "ugh i've missed annoying you. see you at club. we're gathering at 11!", and he makes a loud kissing sound before hanging up the call. Ugh that guy... Falling back onto the couch, you thought about your friends that you left behind in Madrid four years ago, and the call you just had with Miguel, and the excitement that came flooding in at the fact you are reuniting with them made you realise that, hmm, i might have really missed this more than i'd imagine.

It's 11, and there you were, alighting from your cab as you take a quick scan around the street that you once used to frequent. Wow, it looked way more polished than before. You could hear the loud music that was playing in the club and you walked towards the entrance for VIPs. An hour before arriving, Miguel texted you that he had reserved a table under his name so they didn't had to queue to enter the club as he said ever since the refurbishment of the club, it has gotten even more popular and the queues were too long too handle. And he was right, the queues were ridiculous, and you were glad to the miss it as you entered the club. As you walked in, people, of both genders started to turn to check you out. Not going to deny, you are very pretty, and you had an impeccable taste in fashion. Your sharp features, along with your brown doe-eyes, long brown hair with wispy bangs, and the various tattoos that are scattered around your body, and the fact you are also of Korean ethnicity, gave you the image of an Asian Baby Girl. Despite it having a negative connotation, you are happy and confident with the way you look, so you were fine with the idea of being commonly viewed as an ABG, because after all, you are known for being a sweetheart, in contrary to how you looked. You were in a black bodycon dress and your blue Balenciaga Triple S shoes that you love; the dress accentuated your hourglass figure and décolletage, making many of your tattoos visible. Ignoring the stares from the random strangers in the club, you made your way to the specific table where all of your friends were. "AHHH BELLA OH MY GOD WE'VE MISSED YOU!!!" your friends came running from the table as they saw you walking towards them. " i missed you guys too!!! i'm guessing the past four years must have been good for you guys looking at how great and happy you guys look. " you responded while giving each of them hugs, and lastly Miguel, who engulfs you in a big hug since the both of you were the closest to each other. " it definitely has been, but even more so for you! look at you, you've became a total badass with your tattoos. you're even prettier now dude! " one of your friends exclaims, and you laughed at how excited they were to see you.

You guys spend the night catching up; drinking and dancing, then drinking again, and you definitely had way too much when you found yourself in the washroom of the club, without even knowing how you got there in the first place. You tried to sober up, sitting yourself onto the one of the stools in the toilet, before you heard some weird noises that were coming from one of the cubicles. Concerned that someone might be in need of some help, you opened the cubicle, and you see a girl on her knees, her head clasped between two hands, over the groin of a man. You covered your eyes with your hands, not because you were mortified, but you were embarrassed to have witness such a scenario, and you were ready to close the door and leave. "Oh fuck, Sorry!" you apologised, and just when you moved your hands over your eyes to close the door; in that few brief seconds when your eyes were not covered, they met a pair of eyes that were once all too familiar to you. And before you knew it, you hear him saying "Bella!" before you ran out of the toilet and all you could think was, this can't be happening.

pt. 2 out now!

#aron piper #aron #piper #aron piper ff #aron piper imagine #aron piper imagines #ander munoz #ander #elite cast #elite netflix #elite #fanfiction

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binnie-binnie-bambam · 4 years

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where I’ve been...?

hey. I feel like I owe y’all an explanation as to where I’ve been for the last 3 months. but imma put it the whole big detailed story under the cut just in case y’all don’t care haha and coz I don’t wanna clog up people’s feed with my incessant rambling.

TL;DR: I’ve been through 3 months of mental hell and that took a big toll on everything, including my love of a lot of things, so I’ve been struggling but I’m gonna try to be on here more and I’m sorry for being away for so long and not saying anything about it. Thank you to everyone who has tagged me in things and sent me messages during this time, I have seen it, I promise, even if I haven’t been in the right headspace to respond, you have made this time even just a bit more bearable, and for that I thank you greatly.

so yeah, things have been rough to say the least. I want to explain what’s been going on because I’ve always been pretty open on here and I know a lot of other people struggle with the same things so I don’t feel so alone. basically, I’ve fallen into another awful depression. I’ve lost my passion and drive and desire, I’ve lost the ability to find joy in things, I have no interest in hardly anything at all, I’m just not...me...right now.

I mean, my whole summer was crazy busy because I was spending almost all of my time doing wedding prep for my best friend/cousin’s wedding so I really didn’t have much time for myself and if I did, I was too exhausted to do anything I wanted to do. that’s when my partial inactivity started. I also started to see a new psychiatrist over the summer and he started me on new meds around August. since August, over a span of ~5 months, I’ve been on and off 6+ new meds, being treated for severe anxiety, panic attacks that resurfaced after being free of them for over 4 years, severe depression, ADHD, and trying different things to see if I had bipolar, as well as having a heart condition, thyroid issues, and fibromyalgia all going haywire.

I was pretty much ok through September, aside from some not so fun side effects that got me on and off 3 new meds in that month alone. like my mood and motivation and everything was fine, we had the engagement party and bachelorette party at the beginning of the month, I got to spend a bunch of time with the guy I have a (stupid) crush on, I was busy, things were going pretty great, honestly. but October rolled around. the first half wasn’t so bad, we had a girls’ trip for a weekend sort of as a last hoorah before my best friend got hitched and that was a lot of fun and I’m super thankful I was able to go, especially since I originally thought I wasn’t going to be able to make it due to family circumstances.

and wedding prep continued on, until I was driving over to my aunt’s house for the last day of prep and things started to hit me. my aunt and I got really close this past year and this was the last time I was spending with her for a long time, like sure we see each other once in a while but I was going over there and going shopping with her and doing all sorts of stuff multiple times a week and I think I just got scared of the idea that I was facing a new normal all over again when my normal had already changed so drastically at the beginning of last year. and also the fact that my best friend was getting married and moving an hour away when she used to be 10 minutes away and I saw her all the time. like we had the rehearsal dinner the Sunday before the wedding and my oldest cousin made this speech (because she knew she’d be sobbing too much to actually make it at the wedding) and she talked about us three girls as kids growing up and all this stuff about my best friend and how perfect her fiance was for her and it was just all really sobering I guess?

and I spent a lot of nights that week writing and rewriting a letter to the couple and I definitely spent most of that time sobbing over everything and sometime that week my mood just plummeted. my dad got /really/ concerned because the change in me was /so/ drastic but there wasn’t much we could do with only a few days until the wedding so we just hoped for the best and waited till my appointment with my psychiatrist to figure out the next step. I ended up getting a migraine at the wedding (I know it was from stress and from being so upset) so I couldn’t have a good time like I wanted to and I knew I’d regret it and I definitely regret it but I can’t change anything now. I got to hug the bride and groom goodbye just as they were leaving and I’ve never struggled so hard trying not to cry, which I mean, my best friend was sooo close to becoming a sobbing mess hugging me too, and the groom, well he was a blubbering mess (he’s a very emotional dude, all three of us have sobbed watching movies together, we’re a sight lmao) so I didn’t feel too strange haha. but it was a really weird feeling and it was really hard to sleep at the hotel that night. we drove home in the rain the next morning and did absolutely nothing the entire day.

then the news hit about Woojin and I spent my Monday night quite literally sobbing myself to sleep. at that time, I was still pretty new to skz but it still hurt like hell and I know my depression warped the emotions out of proportion but it was still so incredibly painful. but nothing could prepare me for the news about Wonho. nothing. I was already so deep into my depression and that just, I still don’t even have words. something hasn’t hit me that hard in I don’t even know how long. I couldn’t even cry, it took me over 2 months to cry about it because it just hurt too much. I still can’t listen to any of their music, I can’t even see photos of them without bursting into tears, and I’m ashamed at myself for being so attached to something that I react this badly, but even more so, I’m upset with myself that I can’t support them when they need it most because it causes me so much physical and emotional pain I just can’t deal with it. I’m not giving up on them, god no, I know it probably sounds like I am, but I swear I’m not. I love them way too much for that. it’s not even possible to describe how much mx and Wonho mean to me, I’m not giving up on them, I’m just handling things in my own way at my own pace, I guess.

from then on, things just spiraled out of control. on and off more meds, more and more problems arose, I really felt like I could not keep my head above water. and on top of it, I had the 7th anniversary of my grandma’s death in early November and the 10th anniversary of my grandfather’s death in early December and to say the least, that did not have the best effect on my mental health. it’s been 3 months of pretty much hell. I genuinely have /no/ interest in things I used to do, none of my hobbies, everything, and I mean everything, is a chore. it’s still like this. but I’m trying to do more to fix it. I’m seeing my doctor next week and I just spent 6 weeks getting another med out of my system so hopefully when I see him, he’ll try something new and we’ll actually make progress instead of taking 2 steps forward and 8 steps back. I haven’t lost hope yet.

there’s been many, many times in these past few months where I’ve felt like I’ve already hit rock bottom and I’m just waiting for the final blow to finish me off. but, if I’m being completely honest, what’s kept me going has been my really close friends on here that have stuck with me this whole time and my love for kpop which thankfully, god thank you, hasn’t diminished whatsoever despite everything. I can confidently say, I wouldn’t still be here without my friends, you know who you are my loves. y’all keep my world turning and no matter how painful it can get sometimes, I wouldn’t have made it this far, I wouldn’t want to keep going, I wouldn’t owe my life to you guys, so thank you, more than words can express. I love you all to the moon and back. and then some.

so this has just been paragraphs upon paragraphs of me rambling so I really don’t know why you would’ve stayed and read the whole damn thing, but if you did, thank you, I feel a lot better getting things off my chest. and this isn’t to say I’m back completely, I can’t guarantee how active I’ll actually be, but I’ll do my best to spend some more time on here because I genuinely do miss this place and all the amazing people in it. I’m so sorry I’ve been gone so long, especially without any real explanation. I’m going to do my best to rediscover my love for things, I may have lost it for a time, but it’s not gone completely.

until next time, this has been “aly won’t shut up”. thank you and goodnight, I love y’all

#sorry i've been inactive #things have been rough #i'm doing my best #one day at a time #i still talk too much tho haha #aly won't shut up #but yeah #if you've been wondering where i've been here's the big long explanation #i'll see y'all soon tho #i love and miss y'all lots

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sevenseasofrog · 5 years

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Lads ‘n Lasses Chapter 4

single sex schools are never boring

high school!ben x fem!reader

2.7k words

a/n: lol hi, Me for the first time in about 10 billion years. I kind of hate this Chapter?? But I’ll put the next part up tomorrow which should be better :-)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

As the autumn colours became deeper and the summer temperatures began to fade, you began to feel as though you were dragging yourself through each day, the thought of your plush duvet at the end of it keeping you motivated. Luckily enough though, it wasn’t just you who the changing seasons effected, and your friends were also beginning to look a little more disheveled with each morning that passed by, and it soon became clear that everyone was desperately in need of a break from the school routine. By the final week of term, motivation to even get out of bed each morning was severely lacking, and it seemed to be the same for Ben. Some mornings the pair of you didn’t even have the energy to speak, still content in each others company though, leaning on each other when you finally flopped down on the tram’s plastic seats.

You hadn’t forgotten that you were supposed to be coordinating your friend’s costumes for the mysterious Halloween party you knew very little about, but it definitely wasn’t your top priority- especially since your workload in and out of school had increased rapidly only a few weeks after the start of the new term. Since the gathering was set to take place on Friday, it was Tuesday that you figured you had to at least start thinking about how terrible you wanted your four closest friends to look. After a few hours of careful consideration and research you found yourself rather impressed with what you had come up with. If they wanted a group costume, a group costume they were going to get. It was perfect, inducing childhood nostalgia and characters which seemed to parallel your friends personalities, the five of you were going as none other than the Scooby-Doo gang. You couldn’t help but feel at least a bit proud of your master plan, but decided to keep it under wraps, just to add to the suspense. You spent the rest of that night drawing out meticulous plans, giving yourself Thursday and Friday to finish them. Out of instinct however you left the next day free, knowing that it was highly likely you would be spending the evening out somewhere to celebrate the beginning of the short break from school.

As he had done for the past five weeks or so, Ben had waited patiently outside your house for you to stumble out the front door, usually looking a little disheveled. Believe it or not, this was one of the things he had begun to admire most about you, little to your knowledge. The fact that your hair sometimes fell across your face, still messy from the previous nights sleep, and more often than not you would have acrylic paint splodged over you like some form of radioactive dalmatian. Both of these were the little things Ben had started to pay more and more attention to, and he couldn’t help but find himself smile whenever he thought of you.

“Last day of your first half term then Benny boy” you spoke with a grin. “Ready to go back down South yet or can you handle a little more of this?”

He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “I think I’ll cope y’know, maybe a little longer, might even make it to Christmas!”

“You bloody better Jones! otherwise I’ll have no reason to even leave the house in the morning, then I’ll drop out of school, adopt a load of cats and drink cheap wine every day because I never got any a levels.”

“What a pity that would be” He retorted, with blatant sarcasm. You rolled your eyes and gave a gentle shove before the pair of you continued the walk to the tram stop in a content silence.

Eventually, you made your way onto a tram and flopped down on each other. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the autumn sun and found yourself dozing a little, this didn’t last long however.

Ben flicked your cheek before he spoke, “y/n, wake up you big loser, what are we doing after school?”

“I was wondering how long it would be before you asked, I don’t really care though. Won’t it just be easier to wait till the others get on and ask them?”

“We’re seeing them on Friday though, and Saturday I guess, and probably most of next week too”

“You have a most interesting way of thinking Jonsey. But you’re not wrong. What are you suggesting?” You spoke, followed by a smirk, “Won’t you be seeing me today, tomorrow, the day after that and next week however?”

“Shutup and come to mine tonight okay? We can have a takeaway from wherever you want and we can make up shitty excuses as to why we can’t do anything with the others because right now I can’t really be bothered with anyone else.”

You felt a little taken aback, but unsure as to why. Ben had spoken with a twinge of emotion in his voice, and suddenly seemed a little wound up- most out of character.

“Alright. You got me, but only if we’re having a chinese?

“Suits me”, he spoke with a smile, seeming somewhat relieved, before you both sank into each other in the seats. Even making the cold plastic seem a little more comfortable.

School has been productive. Well, as productive as you could have made it given that you only had some art coursework to finish and given that Ben’s sudden decision that he didn’t want to see anyone else that evening was playing on your mind. You had scrubbed the last of the dried acrylic paint off the battered brushes you had kept for god knows how long and were about to put them back into your bag before being interrupted by the lunch bell. Figuring you should reconvene with Maria and Niamh, you began to head towards the common room so that you could grab some lunch before heading to the library for the rest of the afternoon.

“y/n! hello? care to join us here on planet earth?” Niamh waved a hand in front of you, you had forgotten about your mediocre salad and had started daydreaming mid-conversation.

“shit yeah, sorry, just tired, i was sorting out the outfits for friday until like 2 this morning or something like that”

Maria chimed in too at mention of Friday, “oh yeah! the costumes, I’d forgotten about those, they’d better be-“

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, undoubtedly your mum checking if you were staying in school or leaving after lunch. “One sec, let me just check this”

Benny:

Call me when you can. i’m going home.

You couldn’t help but wonder whad gotten into the boy, shocked by the sudden character change, you figured this was your call to leave and find out what the hell was going on with Ben. Now all you needed was an excuse to leave.

“Shit, sorry, erm… it’s my mum…she’s locked herself out and needs me to let her back into the house…” You scrambled to pack your bag and put your blazer back on “duty calls… I’ll see you on Friday night yeah?” You signed out at student services and began to walk towards the met stop.

benny: incoming call

“Ben what the hell are you playing at? where the fuck are you?” You heard the frustration in your own voice and couldn’t help but regret it.

“Why do you sound like your running a marathon?” Because I’m speed walking like a lunatic to come and find you thank you. “I’m nearly at the tram stop.”

“Right, ok… wait for me… I’m nearly there”

“see you then.” He hung up.

You continued the walk, thoughts racing, surely someone had just said something to wind him up? Nothing worth overthinking really? You eventually found Ben after what seemed like an eternity of walking and he stank of smoke, he had a cigarette between his lips and it was certainly not the first one of the day. “You going to tell me why I had to up and leave or are we going to pretend it never happened?” You demanded.

“We’re not talking about it until we get home” He said, slightly muffled. As if on queue, one of the yellow trams pulled into the station and Ben put out his smoke before dragging himself onto the empty tram, you followed, still feeling slightly bedraggled. The boy threw himself onto one of the chairs, visibly frustrated, you sat on the row behind and began digging through your bag, simply looking for something to do.

The tram ride was long, painfully so. The silence between the two of you was deafening, something you never expected to happen, but it was clear that Ben needed space from the moment you met back with him. You reached your stop and the two of you stood up, briefly making eye contact with each other.

“I need to erm, get some fresh clothes from mine if that’s okay...on the way to yours..These aren’t exactly.. y’know.. comfortable” You spoke, gesturing at the suit you had worn the past two days.

He gave a curt nod, and you continued the walk away from the platform. You quickly unlocked your front door and shoved a few essentials in a bag, along with an oversized shirt and some joggers, well aware that this would be a long night. Ben has waited downstairs, waiting to head back out again a little further down the road to his house.

It was definitely bigger than yours, and much more modern. It wasn’t that you disliked newer houses, you just felt a somewhat alienated stepping into something that felt more like a spaceship than a house. Each to their own though- that’s what you had always figured.

“Gonna tell me what’s got you in a tizz or do I get the joy of guessing?” Desperate for some hint of the Ben you knew to return.

“We’ll go upstairs first yeah, then we can get changed or whatever” He began to trudge up the stairs and you followed. By the time you caught up with him in his room, Ben already had half of his clothes off, and although now definitely wasn’t the best time, you had to admit to yourself that topless Ben certainly wasn’t a sorry sight as you slipped into the marble en-suite.

“You’re killing me Ben. What’s happened for the love of God?”

“People happened.”

You checked yourself over before unlatching the bathroom door again. For the record, the old grey pants paired with the extra large shirt you had brought at some past gig certainly wasn’t your best look, but it was going to have to do for now.

“C’mon grumpy you can tell me all about it like i’m your very own agony aunt” You grabbed his wrist and flopped onto the bed,causing Ben to follow with a thud.

“So what have people done to you to cause such a commotion Benny? You’ve never been like this and you’ve got me proper fussing about you” He rolled onto his back and began to speak.

“They’ll do anything to drag you through the dirt. I haven’t put a foot out of line and half of the idiots at school have decided they don’t like me for it. It’s so fucking stupid I don’t know why it’s bothering me...It just is and I could honestly-“

“Ben it’s probably pissing you off because that’s a normal human emotion I’m afraid…”

“But it’s not just that and it’s another stupid thing honestly I don’t know what my problem is because it’s got nothing to do with me and-“

“One thing at a time okay? Start at the beginning and then if you want, you can tell me what else is getting to you.”

You felt bad for Ben, you really did, he hadn’t done anything wrong and it was clear he didn’t have much experience in handling his emotions. You threw a packet if tissues at him after he began to snivel and kept brushing his face. It was clear he trust you, this was something which brought a strange relief over you that you couldn’t quite explain. The main thing you could do do help Ben was to listen to him, and boy was he glad that the pair of you had all night.

You had migrated downstairs at around 8pm to order food, normally you would have both sprawled out separately over two of the three sofas in the front room, but when you came back from a trip to the kitchen for glasses of water, Ben had parked himself at the end of where you were sat.

“I was cold.” He looked up at you, as if trying to read your thoughts.

“I never said anything Jones! If it was anyone else I’d have told them to move but I think you can be an acception” You had honestly been expecting some sort of reply, and it came as a bit of a shock to you when you looked up to find Ben staring at the t.v. absentmindedly.

“Ben? what’s up?”

“Sorry it’s just, it’s not worth it don’t worry..” he trailed off

You have a stern look, “Anything you think or say is worth my time Ben, I really mean it.”

“It’s just. Jones. that’s what they call me, at school and, I don’t really know why it bothers me but… I’m not Jones, I’m Ben and, it bothers me-“ His eyes had gone slightly glassy again, “It bothers me because they don’t care about me, they care that I score tries and bring the team up the leaderboard. That’s Jones. I don’t even think Ben likes rugby, but what else can you do when it’s expected of you.”

“One thing at a time yeah?”

“I told you it’s stupid”

“yeah you did, and I completely disagree, it’s Benny from now on”

“No one's ever really called me that to be honest..”

“Does it bother you?”

“I think I like it.. but only you can get away with it from now on”

You leaned back onto him as the pair of you waited for the takeaway to arrive, you had sincerely hoped that Ben felt a little better at least, it was glaringly clear that he was more worried that unloading his problems would simply pass them onto you, and you had taken the opportunity to reassure him that you weren’t there to judge him at several opportunities.

You had been talking about this and that until a wave of fatigue hit you at what must have been around half one in the morning, Ben had insisted that you should go upstairs and sleep in his bed and he would take the sofa.

“Ben you’re my best friend I’m pretty sure I can cope with sharing a bed with you, we’ll both be out like lights when we get up there anyway”

You both made your way up the stairs, leaving the remainder of the takeaway to deal with in the morning, and fell onto the the mountain of crisp white pillows. You burrowed your way under the duvet, waiting for Ben to follow. “Y’know.. this is really comfy. Makes my bed feel like a fabulous pile of rocks.”

“Does the job I suppose”

“à le matin mon aimie”

“à demain”

You felt yourself drifting into a deep slumber, unsure as to weather or not Ben was still talking. “I know it’s late but are you awake?” You gave a grunt, which the boy opposite you took as a response.

“At school right.. well where else would it be.. and I don’t know if it’s true but I thought I’d tell you just in case but erm.. People were saying Lewis has a thing for you and I know you’re supposed to be my best mate but it bothers me because-“ he gave a sigh. “It bothers me because I think I like you, and I know it’s only been two months, but you’re more than I could ask for in a friend and-“ He realised that he had been greeted with silence. “y/n” Ben had to admit to himself that he was a little disappointed when he realised you hadn’t heard a word he said, already fast asleep. He wasn’t sure if he’d tell you again in the morning, or if it would ruin what he felt was one of the best things he had in a long time.

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writing-in-the-impala · 5 years

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You Always Hurt The Ones You Love (Part 8)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Professor!Bucky Barnes/ Teacher!Bucky Barnes

Series Summary: You fall for your smoking hot literature professor Bucky Barnes (quite literally) what follows you never predicted would happen.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill) and mentions of PTSD because it’s Bucky, SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: 1953

A/N: I’ve got the next few posts on automated posting so for the next three weeks expect updates every Thursday after that no promises

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

You wanted to talk to Bucky during your next lesson but he wasn't in. So you decided to get an excuse to go over to his, you went to a deli bought him home made soup, bought cold medicine and pain killers and went to his with the pretext that you're doing what he did for you. You knocked on the door and waited, nothing, you knocked again and you heard footsteps as if someone walks up to the door looked through the peep hole and walked away, you knocked again and nothing. "Barnes I can hear you walking around in there!" You shouted and then the door opened. Bucky looked rough maybe he was ill, it looked like he didn't shave all week his usual clean shaven or slightly stumble look was replaced with the beginnings of a beard, he was wearing trashy clothes and his hair was a mess. "Hi, look I know you don't want to see me and I'm 90% sure you're not actually ill but if you are I bought you some stuff because you did it for me it's only fair-" You ranted.

"Do you want to come in?" Bucky cut you off in a deeper voice than usual he sounded broken.

"Are you sure?" You asked and he lightly nodded stepping aside to let you in, you walked in expecting the flat to be a complete mess like Bucky but surprisingly it was spotless. You sat down on the couch and Bucky took a seat opposite you neither of you knowing what to say. "Is everything okay Bucky? I'm worried." You said receiving a deep sigh from Bucky before he hid his face in his palms.

"I think I'm gonna quit work and move somewhere else like a new state." Bucky simply said in his broken voice.

"What? Why?" You asked confused and also with worry. Would this mean that Bucky was going to be out of your life?

"I don't know." Bucky said aggravated standing up and starting to pace the room.

"Well you obviously do, considering that you've made this decision." You stood up angry with how Bucky has been acting these past few days. Bucky ignored you so you continued. "You're acting so selfish." You said and Bucky kept pacing. "Steve will be devestated and heart broken, your students will be loosing their teacher half way through the year they will be confused and hurt, your friends will all be upset and miss you, need I go on." You continued and Bucky kept pacing and not saying anything. "Fucking hell Bucky stop pacing." You said putting your hands on each of his arms in order to make him stand still and he stopped. "Thank you." You said with a sigh.

"I don't want to leave..." Bucky said his voice filled with sadness.

"Then don't." You simply said looking up at him to look him in the eyes.

"But I have to." He replied you could see the pain in his eyes.

"Look whatever you think if forcing you out of here you can fight it." You said hugging Bucky to comfort him. "You grew up here, New York is your home don't leave. You have people who will help you, you just need to let us help you." You said and you felt Bucky nod and you let go of him ending the hug.

"Steve's already tried to help me, it didn't work I don't know how to get out of this situation." Bucky said sounding frustrated again and sitting down.

"What situation?" You asked calmly sitting down opposite him.

"Me kissing you!" Bucky raised his voice making you slightly flinch, you knew he wouldn't hurt you but when he raised his voice he was terrifying.

"I'm sorry Bucky I really wanted to help you but if you're childish enough to fucking leave town because of one accidental kiss then I think you should grow up." You said feeling annoyed with his pettiness.

"It wasn't accidental, I mean it was, but I wanted to kiss you, of course if I ever was going to actually kiss you on purpose I would've asked for your consent but I'm a fucking idiot, my head just forgot who you were, it felt like we've been dating for years and that's so fucked up because you're my student and the only way out of this situation is to leave." Bucky ranted.

"Bucky the last thing I want is for you to leave town." You said honestly. "And I don't want you to quit your job for a few reasons, you like what you do, you're good at it and without you I'd fail but the last one is a bit selfish." You said and Bucky final smiled a bit.

"I don't know if we can be friends..." Bucky said sadly.

"Why?" You asked trying not to sound hurt.

"I'm your teacher." Bucky said harshly.

"Wasn't our excuse: we were friends before I became your student?" You said trying not to get tears in your eyes, you knew you'd never date him but you hoped you could stay friends, and now he didn't even want to be your friend?

"But I'm into you, I want to kiss you again, and I shouldn't want to, but if I met you any other way, if you weren't my student, I would've used every line I know, I would be the best smooth talker in the world, I'd do anything just for you to go on one date with me so do you understand why I can't be your teacher why I can't be your friend?" Bucky said in a rant his voice filled with desperation and pain. You didn't say anything you reacted on impulse and leaned on and kissed him. The kiss started off slow and when Bucky realised you wanted him as much as he wanted you it began to get hot and messy, it was just as you imagined except with the addition of his scruffy beard. Somehow the two of you were making out on the couch now with Bucky on top of you his arms on either side of you and your arms around him with one of your hands in his hair. Your make out session got abruptly cut short when there was a loud knock on the door. "If I ignore it they'll go away." Bucky said inches away from your mouth before continuing to make out with you but another knock followed. Bucky sighed standing up and you laughed at the situation. "Should I like hide or stay here? Or what do I do?" You whispered as Bucky checked who it is and you saw his eyes widen. "Hide. It's Steve. Go in the bedroom." Bucky whispered pointing to the bedroom and you went to hide. It looked exactly the same as the last time you were in there you decided to just sit down on the bed and wait for Steve to leave, however Steve was seeming to take his time or Bucky forgot about you, to make sure you decided to actually pay attention to their conversation. "You sound like you're trying to get rid of me bud." You heard Steve say.

"I'm not I promise Steve I'm fine." Bucky replied.

"You've been in this apartment since you kissed Y/N feeling sorry for yourself because you have a crush on a student news flash she probably is into you! So just talk to her like I told you to do before this whole kiss fiasco!" You heard Steve say in a very leader like voice, there was a few seconds of silence before Bucky spoke again.

"Why would you think she likes me?" Bucky asked as if he's genuinely asking. That dick.

"Well I don't know, she deals with your shit I mean the million times you acted like a dick and she never held a grudge, remember Dot would ignore you till you apologised and it would always be a fight, the two of you at Bruce's party was the cutest thing ever and she came to me asking if you are okay, asking why you aren't coming to work, knowing that you're faking it." Steve explained and you cursed him for outing you like that to Bucky. "Look she doesn't take any of your shit. I can't believe I just said that but it's the only way you'll understand. She doesn't, but she still cares for you so much, when you were walking away from her at the cinema she bought you M&Ms not to make you walk her home but to make you happier. And if you don't speak up and tell her how you feel I will." Steve finished his rant and you couldn't help but to laugh slightly to yourself over this whole situation. You couldn't hear anything for a bit and then you heard footsteps approach the door so you panicked and hid on the floor next to the bed pulling a blanket over yourself. "Wow you're great at hiding." Bucky said laughing and pulling the blanket off you.

"I panicked." You said and Bucky laughed. "So what did Steve want?" You asked.

"He wanted me to tell you that I like you." Bucky said stretching out his hand to you to help you up.

"So how do we do this?" You asked honestly.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." Bucky said honestly the two of you going to sit down at the kitchen island to talk.

"Okay let's break it down. So we're dead if the school finds out we're dating..." You began.

"And we're dead if we don't tell our friends, Steve will kill me just for me hiding you today." Bucky said honestly. "Want anything to drink?" Bucky said opening the fridge.

"Water please." You replied. "Boring." Bucky remarked and you scoffed. "Anyway," you said making a big deal of changing back the subject. "Maybe we only tell the people we can definitely trust, like our closest friends and tell them not to tell anyone." You said and Bucky agreed.

"I think we should cut down how much time we spend with each other around town, because before if anyone said anything we genuinely were just friends and we can't play that card anymore." Bucky said and you agreed but feeling a bit sad because you loved spending time with Bucky and doing things and it will suck to be stuck indoors together all the time.

"No PDA, but that's a given, and maybe it may be a good idea to change the contact names for each other in our phones because one text message seen by the wrong person can cause this to all come crashing down." You said and Bucky agreed.

"What's your middle name?" Bucky asked pulling out his phone.

"(Middle/ Name), why?" You asked.

"Okay I have you saved as M/N." Bucky said changing the contact.

"Well I already have you saved as your middle name so that doesn't work, and I can't use your first name because that's also obvious." You said.

"Yeah, oh use Grant." Bucky said and you have him a confused look. "Steve's middle name." Bucky explained. "Oh okay." You said changing the name.

"So do you have anywhere to be right now?" Bucky asked.

"Nope my professor didn't come in all week so I have no work to do." You said making him chuckle.

"Wow good on him so that means you can stay here a bit longer and watch a movie or something?" Bucky asked.

" I would love that." You said with a smile sitting down next to him to watch a film and cuddling up into his side.

Part 9 | More stuff I wrote

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ventingviper-blog · 4 years

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VENT a short essay (only partially chronological)

My grandparents tried throwing me a surprise sweet 16 and it was a surprise I had fun. But I walked in and only two or three of my friends were there. One that’s still my friend to this day, another who is my current boyfriend's best friend, but were on rocky terms now and a basketball teammate. Like I know I should get over it but when you’re told the guest list after the party and realize 10 or so people didn’t show it really sucks. The party ended up being mostly family friends, all of which are my grandparent's age, and family. Like I’m grateful for the people who did show up and I still love them which is why I don’t care if my boyfriend's best friend doesn’t like me anymore he’s always gonna be a person I’ll help no matter what. But damn it really fucked up my self-esteem, I feel like most people around me purely tolerate my existence and don’t actually enjoy my company. I’ve been dealing with abandonment issues since I was a child and I can’t even feel happy trying to create a new family of friends because it stopped being worth the effort. I stopped reaching out to see people and now going out to events is a drag. We hang out with my boyfriend and his friends but honestly trying to feel welcomed in a group of people that been together since 1st grade is a long shot at best. I went with two of them to get drinks at one point and they literally stood in a way where I was the 3rd person on a 2 man sidewalk. He so badly wants me to be a part of his group of friends and I’m trying but there’s literally only 1 it seems I get along with. Then his controlling mother and ass hat of a father, literally my entire, ENTIRE, fucking family loves this man I love this man but his fucking family is a GIANT. BAG. OF. DICKS! Like I get it him and I fucked up in our last month of high school and got pregnant. I WASN’T EVEN THE FIRST PERSON TO KNOW AND I WAS THE PREGNANT ONE! My grandma, she’s amazing but also a cunt at her worst, went into MY kaiser account, she had the password, and checked my test results then called me yelling at 8:30am on a Sunday, after I’d just left the house. So in the 10 minutes it took me to go pick up my boyfriend, he was in the car, I answer the phone and its pure rage, I have no idea what's going on, so she says look at the results and hangs up. Well, we went back and told his mom, who literally says “ what is ‘current boyfriend’ going to think of me?!” great priorities there. Then I went to my grandparent's house to discuss it with them, and my grandma starts off with “ well you have one option”, which I didn’t and then after 2 weeks made my final decision but that two weeks was a living hell. My grandma threatened to revoke my brothers and my graduation trip because of everything that was going on and then said we ( oh yeah grandpa’s been silent this whole ass time) feel you should move in with your mom. I HAD NEVER BEEN MORE PISSED IN MY LIFE! THIS WOMAN HAD MY FATHER AT 17(I can do simple math) AND WAS SUPPORTED BY HER FAMILY YET SHE COULDN’T DO MORE THAN SCREAM WHEN IT HAPPENED TO SOMEONE ELSE. Then my mother comes at me from the other side saying “oh we're going to run away to Washington state and I’ll help you raise the baby” - not going to lie almost agreed to this... so we told my family cause I couldn’t figure out what to do and was honestly thinking about keeping the baby and raising it or, more likely, adoption. WELL HERE COMES THE GOD DAMN CHOIR. My grandma, a look of disgust. His father Not even dogs give away there young. My mom, and the option I was leaning towards the most actually and wanted to do, “ Your aunt had a hysterectomy and hasn’t been able to have children, is willing to take the baby and raise him” She would have raised him as his aunty which wasn’t necessary I wanted him to feel like the people with him were his real parents, and I’d just have to fly/ drive to Washington to give birth, I was ready for this one, happy about the choice. but happiness can’t last too long right, of course not. His father decides to chime in, “insert adoption comment here” oh and the pièce de résistance “If you don’t break up with this girl I will have you castrated or you can dump her.” the two options and the bonus, “If you do anything other than abortion I’ll disown you”. Threatening your son into convincing his pregnant girlfriend to have an abortion. Then his mom joins the fray of people, we go out to lunch she tells me her sob story of how she had an abortion in college and felt it was the right thing to do and feels that her son is the same soul she aborted and all that great stuff, that honestly, I don’t even know if it’s true or not. But damn I haven’t really gotten over the fact that I went through his phone during that time, yes I know It’s wrong I got over doing that after the first year, HE WAS SCREENSHOTTING OUR TEXTS AND SENDING THEM TO HIS MOTHER AND THEN COPYING AND PASTING HER RESPONSE TO ME, I was pissed so I texted him and mentioned us taking a break because obviously tensions were high and I wasn’t feeling the best towards him and he comes back almost instantly with “why? so you can ruin my life?” HE DOESN’T EVEN REMEMBER SAYING THAT TO ME BUT I SURE AS FUCK DO. That one still comes back up to piss me off every so often. So I ended up having an abortion, the medication made me vomit, I can still remember the cold tone the nurses used towards me and the warm tone to the woman next to me, we were in for the same procedure but they’d accidentally punctured her uterine wall, I still get sad and teary when I think about it and its been 5 years, I still get flashbacks to the feeling of the blood between my thighs, It was more than a period ever prepared you for and the clots are just huge, I cried myself to sleep and he held me the entire time and stayed by my. which is probably why we're still together.

But then we were put through a test again. We went out drinking one night, played videogames and whenever you lost you took a half shot, spoiler alert I. LOST. EVERY. GAME. I played maybe 6 games and ended up becoming the designated loser (loser stay till they win) I was the drunkest person there. Well it came time to go cause the host's girlfriend wanted to go to a bar but we wanted to go home when I was sober my boyfriend and I agreed to Uber home his friend parked his car in place where we could leave it overnight and it wouldn’t be towed, his friend said it’s in the lot across the street (important), well we decide to leave and my boyfriend says he’s good to drive, had like 4 beers and a shot is he’s 6′3″ ish and 200lbs. Well, we're heading out and start to go find the car, I realize my jacket is gone, I let him know. NOW ACCORDING TO HIM I RAN BACK TO THE HOUSE TO GET MY JACKET. I don’t remember this however I do remember turning around and my boyfriend was no longer there. So I ran to go find him, still no jacket, I remember checking for headlights and not seeing any so I ran across the street, checked the parking lot and couldn’t find him or his car, so I ran back. As I get back to the other side of the street, everyone's favorite light show starts and I get pulled over by two cops. Well, theY sit me at the bus stop and question me, I HAVE NOTHING ON ME, PHONE, KEYS, WALLET, NOT A SINGLE DAMN THING. So they ask what I’m doing I explain I was at a friend's house drinking a bit and came outside to find my ride, and like clockwork, my boyfriend pulls up and goes to pull up to the curb and see what's going on AND. TAPS. THE. FUCKING. CURB. Immediately the cops say “did you see the way he hit that curb?” He gets out the car to see what's up they yell at him to get back in the car nothing else, so he drives into the parking lot and parks then comes back, they're still talking to me, address, phone number, SSN all that jazz, which I somehow remembered. Then they start focusing on him, they never asked him to come over they allowed him to because he had my wallet. They start giving him the test, pupil, walking, breathalyzer I got kinda cold so they asked him for his jacket to give to me. I’m watching and then I turn around, the cars have multiplied another cop showed up, not even sure when. They start discussing something while we're sitting on the bench, then they say we gotta do one more test and have him come too near the squad car. Well, I’m talking to the other cop then I glance to see how the test is going and he’s cuffed and being put in the car. That was all the info I got they’re taking him in. Of course, drunk me starts crying and I get up and go get his friends and then the cops take his keys and moves his car back to the lot it won't get towed in, well we don’t know what to do so we decide to call his mom, I couldn’t speak because I was crying too hard so his friend spoke. They call me an Uber and it takes me to fucking Aqui’s, so now I’m drunk by myself and crying in the middle of downtown Campbell after everything has been shut down and its a ghost area. I call his best friend and don’t know what to do I just feel guilty his friend asks if I need a ride and I say no, cause you can never inconvenience someone for such a trivial matter, and make it seem like I just called crying like a crazy person ( he hasn’t really talked to me since). I get myself in an uber and to my grandparent's house, I live by myself 5 mins from their place but couldn’t be alone that night, I set up on the couch and get the it’ll be alright comfort speech. They leave I call my mom, history of abusive junky boyfriends and baby daddies with drinking problems, who would know more about someone being arrested than her? She gives me the rundown on what's going to happen and tells me not to feel guilty. So I lay my trashed ass down and watch tv and fall asleep, I had called his mom and so I knew someone was looking out for him I just didn’t know what to do and knew to go to a police station absolutely blasted would be a terrible choice, but apparently, his fucking mother was like She should be here all night worried like I am. I woke up at 3am to 5 missed calls from the police station, queue worst guilt I have ever felt in my entire life! and then the alcohol said the parties over, I vomited and dry heaved the worst tasting vomit in my life. He got picked up I went over around 10:30 11:00 no one was awake but his best friend was outside so I took him to get my boyfriend's car and keys. Literally later that day my boyfriend comes over and he says his mom is pissed and that she literally asked if he was going to dump me and when he said no she said: “then what's it going to take?”, she complained about me not doing anything saying she heard it from his friend, didn’t notice the call came from MY PHONE, “your best friend went to get your car I don't know who took him but he got it”, bitch I took him, and then “you’re not surrounding yourself with the right people” she absolutely “loves” his friends and “loved” me until we started dating, and she greets all his friends with a smile but will barely acknowledge either of us if we come inside. She blames me for this entire thing and I am no longer allowed at his house. She threatened to kick him out and make him come live with me, which would violate the agreement I have with my grandparents upon renting a place from them and is why I told him to not tell his mom I moved out because she’s prone to this line of threat. ( I was threatened once to be kicked out and said fuck your timeline if you want me gone I’m gone and moved in with my mother). His parents literally referred to me as “that stupid little girl he’s dating” and when describing what happened his mom said she was being stupid and running around in the middle of the street then walked up to three cops and started talking to them. I got pulled over, the most I could have done was acted like I hadn’t seen them. The only thing I really feel guilty about is that I got let off without even a warning they just kinda brushed over me and went straight for him. We now have an arrangement that he’s never allowed to approach me when I’m with cops. You wouldn’t think you’d have to have that talk.

Summary: I’m really fucking done with my boyfriend's shitty parents and I’m about to tell them to fuck off. But my boyfriend just wants peace in this world so now I’m here.

I’m also still recovering from trauma throughout my life.

Edit: He blew a .08 on the field test the legal limit exactly and then .06 in the lab thats less than 15 mins away

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buckys-forgotten-plum · 5 years

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I prefer Bucky, doll ||Part 2||

read part one here

Prompt: James Buchanan Barnes has been coming to your weekend market table for a while now and finally has something to ask.

Warnings: if you have a microscope you might be able to see a bit of angst?? Maybe¿

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“Steve what were you doin’ in that alley?” You ask, mouth half full of french fries.

“What are you doing, eating pancakes and french fries?” He asked back jokingly.

You laugh a bit nervously, ignoring the heat that ran up your neck and cheeks as Bucky also laughed from Steve’s joke.

“Just like french fries s’all,” you mumble quietly and quickly shove another handful into your mouth.

James’ laugh subsided and he reached over the table to put a hand on top of yours, a lopsided grin on his face, “I think it’s cute, doll. Especially since you’re eating pancakes for dinner along with the fries,”

“Breakfast food is an all day type of food,” you argue, the blush deepening as the embarrassing conversation continues.

Steve and Bucky give each other a look before staring back at your now extremely shy frame. Steve lets out a long sigh and slaps his hands on the table too, startling you slightly. “I think I’m gonna get home now, gotta get ready for some cleaning I plan to do tomorrow and all...” he trails and stands from the booth.

“Are you sure Steve? Y/n and I planned to go dancing after this and you’re welcome to come along,” James suggests and stands up as well.

Steve politely declines and you stand up as well to say goodbye to your friend. “See you soon stevie, maybe we can go together and send Bucky off tomorrow?” You suggest with a small smile.

Steve smiles at your kind suggestion and nods happily, “Of course, y/n. I’m with him till the end of the line,”

“We both are,” you agree and give a pointed look towards the sargeant standing in front of you, “all the way until the end,”

Steve finishes his goodbyes and exits the restaurant into the street, warmly lit by the setting sun. You and James stay standing for a bit in a slightly awkward silence. You could feel the intense gaze that James gave you, but refused to return it as your brain filled with shyness and forbid you from doing anything.

“Darlin’ you ready to go?” He asked quietly and stepped directly in front of you.

“Yeah okay,” you mumble out quietly and take the hand he offered you.

“No need to get all shy on me doll, you’ve been a lovely date,” Bucky admits and gently puts an arm on your shoulders.

“Thanks Buck-“ “there you go again with sayin’ my name like that,” Bucky grins and pulls you closer to his side.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his ridiculousness, but you also couldn’t help the grin that painted it’s way along your lips. As Bucky lead you toward a small venue where it seemed a send-off party was happening, you began to come back out of your shell and talk with Bucky like normal. It was nice joking around with him like you always did and it made you forget about what was to come the next day. The party was close by, so it didn’t take long for you to arrive and Bucky to waltz in like he owned the place. Although he always did this, intentional or not. Both of you were greeted multiple times on your way to a small table in the corner of the dimly lit ballroom.

“I feel so underdressed...” you trail off quietly and look around at all the long, beautiful dresses that were worn by equally beautiful women.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, y/n. The most gorgeous girl here, no doubt” James admits firmly and holds his hand out to you in a small gesture, “care to dance doll?”

You roll your eyes and gently put your hand in his, “of course, Mr. Barnes”

Bucky grins down at you and pulls you into the dance floor, immediately beginning to spin you around as the quick beat of the drum plays. Your giggles and laughs were lightly dancing along the room with you as Bucky leads you through random twirls and dips while the band played on. You had been subconsciously running over this moment in your mind the entire night, but now that it came to fruition, all your fears evaporated. And with every step or twirl you took, the happier you became. You and Bucky danced through a few upbeat and fast songs before the band began to play out a slower one, soft tones filling the room as couples paired up and pulled each other close.

Bucky made a big deal about it and stepped away from you before bowing lowly and dramatically giving you his hand. You laughed lightly and began to play along, curtsying before gently placing your hand in his. He gently pulled you close to him, your chests an inch away from connecting as Bucky holds your waist and begins to lead you in a slow dance.

“I’m gonna miss you, doll” Bucky admits as his smile turns sad.

“I’ll miss you too Buck, but it’s not like we’ll never see each other again” you say, trying to lighten the mood.

“That my not be true, y/n. The war has gotten real bad out there...” Bucky’s eyes had dropped down to yours, the bright blue seemed to have sad flecks of grey floating about and it made your small smile disappear instantly.

“Well I’m sure you guys-“ “please don’t get your hopes up doll, it’ll only hurt worse if something does end up happening to me,” James interrupted you, taking his hand from yours and gently placing it on your cheek.

“Why didn’t you do this sooner? Ask me to go on a date?” Your voice was small as you subconsciously leaned into James’ touch.

The man let out a gentle chuckle, “sweetheart I did, you just took it as a joke,”

“Aw buck I’m sorry...I just-I guess I thought you didn’t take me seriously either,” you admit, quite embarrassed from your past mindset, “I thought you might just treat me like all your other girls,”

“I’d never treat you like that, doll. I’m tired of that kinda life...I want something else ya know? Especially if I survive this mess of a war we’re in,” James states, a kind smile adorning his lips as he gently spins you around.

“I’ll be waiting Mr. Barnes,” you agree brightly.

“That sounds even worse than ‘James’...why don’t you just call me Bucky?” He asks curiously, brows furrowed in slight confusion and wonder.

Your laugh twinkles around the room at his question and you shake your head, feeling as though the question was unnecessary. You didn’t answer, just gently laid your head against his chest and took in his strong cologne. You had to admit, this was one of the best nights you’ve had. It was extremely upsetting that James left for war the next day but you tried your hardest to push the thought away and enjoy what was happening in the now. You tried to memorize the way his cheekbones became more visible every time he smiles. The crows feet that imprinted when he laughed just from being baffled at how pretty you were in such a simple dress. You memorized the flecks of dark blue that speckled his eyes and how one singular tuft of hair always fell in front of his left eye. How his finger tips were so soft against your skin but the pads of his thumbs were just slightly more rough. You even memorized the suit he was wearing along with the matching hat that rested nicely on his soft head of hair.

James Buchanan Barnes had really caught you up in an endless loop of thought.

~~~

“James stop!” You giggle, jumping out of reach from his prying hands as the both of you travelled down the dimly lit sidewalk.

“Not until you promise to stop calling me that,” he laughs and finally grasps ahold of your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I would never have the thought, James” the defiant statement dripped of seriousness, as did the stone cold expression you held.

“You’re on thin ice, sweetheart,” James warns, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your waist as he tightens his grip.

“I love your first name, Buck! Let me have the joy in saying it,” you argue, placing both hands on the mans broad shoulders and trying not to think about how muscular they were.

And boy was that hard.

James let out a loud, over-exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes, his arms moving to wrap around your waist, “maybe...” he mumbles, involuntarily smiling as he broke eye contact.

“That’s a yes!” You state happily and give a quick, playful hit to the middle of James’ hard chest.

Something else you’d have to begrudgingly ignore for the moment.

“Alright, Alright... lets get you home, Doll. It’s late,” he sighs and steps away from your smaller figure but immediately resting his hand on the small of your back.

Not once did the large smile leave your face as you began the journey back to your small apartment. You and James spent most of the walk in silence, enjoying the silent, warm air. Only being disturbed by the quiet chirps of crickets and the light tapping of your shoes. The few minutes that were spent talking, were filled with only compliments. James talking about how pretty your dress was, or how well you had done your hair. You just thought about how you always dressed like this, jogging memories of the market and how James never missed the chance to compliment your outfit or how you might have been “glowing” on that particular day. Although you did your fair share of complimenting James too. It was nearly impossible to avoid with his chocolate hair, muscular body, and shining personality.

And of course that wonderful stubble that covered the even more wonderfully sharp jawline.

“Doll, you’re spacing out on me... Now, left or right?” James asks, stopping your movements on the corner of the sidewalk, waiting for direction.

“Right,” you answer simply and follow his movements, subconsciously leaning into his strong frame.

You couldn’t help thinking of how absolutely spectacular the night went. All those small conversations at the market felt like nothing compared to how lovely this date was. You internally kicked yourself for not giving James the chance ages ago to take you out but also thankful that he had managed to stick with your headstrong self.

The journey back to your apartment ended sooner than you would have liked and you were more than just a little disappointed that the night was finally coming to an end. As the two of you stopped in front of the stairs leading up to the entrance, Bucky took both of your hands in his and gave you a lovely smile.

“Doll, tonight was really really great. I’m so sorry that I’m leaving tomorrow or else I would make sure we spend everyday-“ “it’s alright Buck, I understand why you did it, and I’m really sorry I never took you seriously. I loved tonight...it was amazing,” you smile and squeeze his hands while subconsciously stepping closer to him.

You enjoyed being in his space, the warmth his body radiated and just the presence that he gave off.

“Ah jeeze doll, you’re making me blush,” he chuckles and pulls you into him, moving one hand to wrap around your waist and keeping the other tangled with yours. “I’ll swing by tomorrow so we can go to get Steve tomorrow and you guys can see me off alright?”

“Okay...um are you sure you don’t wanna come in for some tea maybe? I have coffee as well,” your cheeks were on fire after suggesting such a thing, but you just really didn’t want the night to end.

James chuckled quietly and leaned his forehead to yours, “I’d love to but I’m not sure if that’s a good idea...what might your lovely neighbour think of you letting a strange man into your apartment?” He grins down at you as your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“W-What do you mean?” You ask and Bucky makes his comment more obvious by tilting his head towards the building where the outline of an old woman could be seen from a lit window on the second floor.

“Oh god! That’s Miss Kaputo, she’s my landlord. Oh my goodness this is really embarrassing, how long as she been looking? How long since you noticed? Why is she even-“ “darlin’ calm down,” Bucky laughs loudly and turns you so your nosy landlord was out of sight.

“Im sure she’s just making sure you’re safe. In her defence I do look like quite the modern day theif,” he jokes, eyes alight with joy.

You let out a light laugh at his joke, forgetting about the prying eyes of the old woman inside.

“I really don’t want this night to end doll...” James mumbles, gently running his knuckles across your cheek bone.

A breathy laugh escapes your lips as you voice your reply “I really don’t want you to leave tomorrow,”

“M’sorry doll. You know I have to though, if I could stay with you I would but-“ Bucky trails off at the end, not wanting to finish the sad thought of leaving the pretty girl he had just started a lovely relationship with, if it was even that yet.

You understood. The war was getting out of hand, people were putting their lives on the line to keep their homeland safe, dying to protect their fellow Americans and Bucky just wanted to do his part. “it’s okay, Buck. I get it and I’m really proud of you, please promise me you’ll be safe though?”

“I’ll try sweetheart,”‘ he laughs and adorably bumps his nose against yours.

“Every time you think about doing something stupid just think of me, okay? Think ‘what would Y/n do?” you smile widely, your entire mind was reeling at the lovely scene unfolding around you.

It was the light touches, and soft squeezes, the sound of light chuckles, the feeling of Bucky’s nose gently nudging yours, even the airy tickles of that one tuft of his hair brushing against your forehead.

Silence fell between the two of you and Bucky took it as a small sign that the night was actually ending for good. “It’s gettin’ late, doll. I’ll see ya tomorrow alright? 8 o’clock sharp.”

“Yeah alright James, 8 o′clock and no later,” you agree with a soft smile, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

Bucky backed away from you slightly, his forehead leaving yours as the space grew between your bodies. Though the space didn’t grow much before James stopped and let his hand cup the left side of your face, staring into your eyes intensely. Your breath quickly became nonexistent as your taken back by Bucky’s sudden intensity. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes were hooded as his thumb lightly ran across the apple of your cheek bone and under your eye. James’ right hand left your hip to place itself on the other side of your face. eyes wide and breath shallow, you had only one thing on your mind... he must be going to kiss you, right?

“Doll... You take my breath away. You’re such pretty little soul,” he speaks out quietly, his hot breath fanning against your face.

“Uh-huh” your mind was completely blank at the moment, making it almost impossible to even reply to such a lovely compliment.

“Goodnight... pretty girl,” James said in finality, brushing his lips across your forehead before giving you a sweet smile and walking away.

You were too smitten to reply.

//Part 3//

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softspideys · 6 years

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Marry You

summary: four times sam asks you to marry him, and one time you say yes

warnings: alcohol, hints of smut i guess

word count: 2.6k

pairings: sam holland x reader

a/n: this has been in my drafts for AGES so here, have some marrying sam feels

“Hey,” Sam mumbled as you dragged him up the stairs. “Hey, hey, wait.”

“What?” you asked worriedly, pausing. “Do you feel okay? Are you gonna throw up?”

“No, I have to ask you somethin’,” Sam said, looking at you with unfocused eyes.

You sighed and continued walking. Sam had indulged in one too many drinks at the party you’d gone to that evening, and of course, it fell to you to take care of him. He was at that state where he still could walk, but was just choosing to lean on you instead.

You’d had a couple drinks yourself, and while you weren’t as drunk as he was, half-carrying your best friend up a flight of stairs wasn’t your ideal way to end the night.

“No, really!” he insisted, resisting you as you tried to keep climbing.

“What?” you demanded, exasperated. “Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”

“No!” He frowned at you, trying to be angry, but he looked more like a frustrated toddler. It would’ve been cute if you weren’t so annoyed with him.

“Fine!” you gave in. “But can we at least keep moving?”

Sam thought about it for a second before he nodded, allowing you to start up the stairs again. “So what is it?”

He looked at you seriously for a few seconds before he reached out and tapped your nose. “Boop.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, reaching the top of the stairs at last. You made it to Sam’s room and sat him on his bed, taking off his shoes and socks and jacket for him.

As you did your best to tuck him into bed, he muttered, “Will you marry me?”

You stopped what you were doing, staring down at him. “What did you just say?” you asked faintly, your heart hammering against your chest.

“I said, will you marry me?”

You swallowed hard. “You’re drunk,” you said finally.

“So? I still mean it,” Sam said, squinting up at you with a pout.

“Well, fine. If you remember asking me in the morning, we’ll talk about it then. Deal?”

“Deal,” Sam agreed, yawning. “Nighty night.” He was asleep within seconds.

You shook your head a little before exiting his room, closing the door behind you with a sigh. Of all the people who had to propose to you when drunk, why did it have to be your best friend? More importantly, why did it have to be the best friend you were in love with?

You forced yourself not to take any meaning from it. People did stupid things when they were drunk. Sam was always more affectionate when he got like this. It meant nothing.

But a small part of you still remained hopeful until the next morning, when he asked, “Ugh, my head is killing me. Did I say anything weird last night?”

You looked at him for a few seconds before forcing a smile. “No. Nothing.”

“Marry me,” Sam said weakly when you passed his laptop back to him, having just spent the last half hour editing an essay for him.

You smiled, forcing the butterflies in your stomach to stay down. “Nah. I’m way too good for you, Holland.”

“You are,” he agreed, staring at the screen in amazement. “This is way better than anything I could’ve written. Seriously.”

You shrugged, trying not to look too pleased. “It’s nothing,” you said, stifling a yawn. The two of you had been at the library for hours now, and you were exhausted.

When you looked up from your textbook, Sam was staring at you intently. “What?” you asked, somewhat nervously.

“I just … I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he said slowly.

You blinked. “Well … hopefully you never have to find out,” you said, flustered.

He smiled. “Yeah. Hopefully I never do.” He continued to hold your gaze, but his smile faded, a look of concentration replacing it. You were the first to look away, a blush burning your cheeks.

“Um, well, I think we should go, I’m kind of tired,” you said quickly, all too aware of your nervous rambling.

Something was off with Sam, had been for a few days now. His touches were more frequent, his gazes lingering. You didn’t want to put a name to it in case you were wrong, but you could just feel it. There was tension, like a storm was brewing between the two of you.

You went to gather your things and stand up, but he caught your sleeve. “Wait. Can I try something?”

“Try something?” you repeated. “Try what?”

“Just … trust me.”

You nodded wordlessly, and he scooted closer so he was sitting right beside you. You waited, scarcely daring to breathe. He reached out and brushed some of your hair away from your eyes, leaving his hand on your cheek. He studied you for what felt like ages, and all you could do was stare back.

Your mind was racing at a million miles per minute, but everything went quiet as soon as Sam leaned in and his lips touched yours.

You’d thought about what it would be like to kiss Sam at least once a day (sometimes more), but actually experiencing it was nothing like you could ever imagine. You knew that kissing your best friend was definitely a big deal, but it didn’t feel like one. It wasn’t earth-shattering or heart-stopping. It felt easy, natural, right.

You probably would’ve stayed like that forever if a stern voice hadn’t interrupted you. “Excuse me.”

You and Sam pulled apart instantly, startled. A librarian was glaring at you. “This is a library, not a school dance,” she said pointedly.

“Sorry,” Sam said, scratching the back of his neck. You felt your face heating up as you mumbled an apology. The librarian glowered at you for a few more seconds before she turned and marched away.

The two of you were quiet for a minute before Sam began to laugh. You joined in, turning and burying your face in his neck. “Sorry,” he said again. “I’ve just been wanting to do that for … a long, long time.”

“That’s okay,” you said, smiling up at him. “I’m really, really glad you did.”

“Look at that,” Sam said as you half-strolled, half-stumbled through the streets of Las Vegas. The two of you had spent the evening at an upscale restaurant and then at the casino, where you actually managed to win a couple hundred dollars at the slot machine.

The victory of the night combined with the amount of drinks you’d consumed made you feel loose and warm, and you wanted nothing more than to get back to the privacy of your hotel room.

You followed his finger. “What, the chapel?”

“Yeah.” He grinned at you. “Think we should get married?”

“Sam, we’re here on our vacation, not our honeymoon.”

“So? It could be both.”

You didn’t even bother trying to dignify that with an answer. You shook your head and made to keep walking, but Sam wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back into him. “What are you doing?” you said with a laugh.

“Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you,” he sang quietly into your ear. Now he was just playing dirty. Sam knew that if he ever wanted to get you to do anything, all he had to do was sing to you and you’d melt on the spot every time.

“Sam,” you said, leaning your head back onto his shoulder, “come on.”

“I’m so serious,” he said, swaying you back and forth. “Think about it. I could rent a tux, and you could wear … well, exactly what you have on right now is fine with me. And we could just do it.”

“Your parents would be so mad if we got married in Vegas,” you tried to protest, although your willpower was wearing down already. “And so would mine.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but they’d get over it. Come on, baby, what do you say?” He nosed along your neck, pressing kisses to your jaw.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Are you trying to get me into the chapel or your bedroom?”

“Both. Both would be ideal.” He kissed just below your ear and breathed, “I bet you’d look hot in a veil.”

The spell broke and you laughed, pulling away from him. “You almost had me there, Holland. You almost had me.”

He grinned, allowing you to take his hand and start walking again. “It was worth a shot.”

Later that night, as you kissed down his neck, he said, “I meant it, you know.”

You paused, sitting up so you could see his face properly. “Meant what?”

“When I said we should get married.” He gazed up at you, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin as he held onto your hips. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that a person as good and kind as him was actually real, much less actually yours. You had no idea what you’d done to deserve to be looked at the way Sam was currently looking at you, but you were glad you did it.

You didn’t answer for a second, processing his words. Finally, you said, “I know you did.”

“Okay,” Sam said quietly. “Just wanted to make sure.”

You smiled and leaned down to kiss him, deep and lingering. When you pulled back, he had a lazy grin on his face to match yours. “Someday we will,” you murmured. “But it will not be in Vegas.”

Sam nodded, looking at you in a dazed sort of way. “Now,” you said, reattaching your mouth to your favorite spot at the base of his throat, “where were we?”

“Do you think we should get married?” Sam asked.

You raised your eyebrows as you finished doing your hair. “Right this second? Because for someone who’s been complaining about being late for the past twenty minutes now, this is a little –”

“Not right now,” Sam grumbled, and you smirked. “I just meant in general.”

“Well, do you have a ring?”

“No.”

“Not that I’m in this for the money or anything, but I think a ring would be nice.”

“Never mind. Forget I said anything,” Sam muttered sulkily. You sighed and turned off the bathroom light before entering the bedroom, where he was lying on the bed.

You lay down next to him so you were face-to-face. “What’s going on? Why are you so concerned about getting married all of a sudden?” The two of you had just moved in together a few months ago, and while it was going really well, you definitely didn’t think you were ready to get married just yet.

“No reason,” he answered, clearly lying. When you merely looked at him, unimpressed, he groaned. “It’s stupid. You’re gonna laugh at me.”

“Maybe,” you said. “We’ll never know unless you tell me.”

Sam flipped you off before giving in. “It’s just, almost all of our friends are already married and having kids. Tom’s married. Harry’s probably gonna be getting married soon. I feel like … I don’t know. Pressured?” He avoided your eyes as he said this. “Told you it was stupid.”

You smiled, reaching out and brushing some hair away from his eyes. “It’s not stupid,” you said. “Sometimes I feel that way too.”

“You do?” A look of relief crossed his face.

“Yeah. But I think if we got married right now because all of our friends are doing it instead of in the future when we’re actually ready, we won’t be very happy. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Sam said with a sigh. “I guess. I just wanna marry you so badly.”

You fought to keep a blush from spreading across your cheeks, but the burning on your face told you it was a fruitless effort. “The feeling’s mutual. Trust me. Just not right now.”

“Okay.” Sam smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Also, are you done in there? Because everyone is probably wondering where we are by now—”

“Oh my God.” You rolled your eyes, standing up with a sigh. “Yes, yes, let’s go.” You pulled him off the bed so you bumped chests.

Sam looked at you, nodding appreciatively. “You look good. Really good.”

“Down, boy,” you said, patting his cheek. “Maybe we can have some fun later.”

“Maybe,” Sam scoffed, grabbing the car keys. “Please. You know you’d never pass up the opportunity to get a piece of this.” He gestured goofily to himself.

You went to go protest, but found you didn’t even really have one. You shrugged as you followed him out. “Can’t argue with that.”

“You look so beautiful tonight,” Sam mumbled as the two of you danced. You had just watched two of your closest friends marry each other and you didn’t think you could be any happier today.

“You’ve told me that like, five times already,” you teased.

“So . . . not enough, then,” Sam said innocently. You smiled and leaned your forehead against his, nudging your noses together in a small Eskimo kiss.

The reception was held outside, under a big white tent decorated with beautiful hanging lights that gave everything around you a warm glow. You felt safe in Sam’s arms, and every time you looked at him it felt like your heart was going to burst. Everything was truly perfect.

“I love you,” you said fondly, keeping your voice low so only he would hear it.

He smiled as the song you were dancing to began to fade out. “Let’s go for a walk,” he answered.

You furrowed your eyebrows but nodded, allowing him to take your hand and lead you off the dance floor.

The tent was sitting behind a big estate with a pretty green lawn that seemed to stretch on endlessly, a magical place for a wedding. You’d left your shoes at your table, and the grass felt cool and ticklish under your bare feet. The summer night air was warm, but not stifling.

Sam swung your joined hands as you walked. “You’re my best friend in the world, you know that?” he asked, somewhat abruptly.

“Yes,” you said, a little confused. “You’re mine, too.”

The grass you were walking on began to slope downward, creating a small hill that led towards a cluster of trees at the end of the property. Sam stopped, tugging you down so you were sitting beside him. He let go of your hand as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

The two of you didn’t speak for a minute, enjoying the serenity of the moment. Finally, Sam said, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Everything was quiet except for the sound of him rustling around in the pocket of his pants. You had an odd feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t quite place, not unlike the one you’d had right before he had kissed you for the first time.

And then he was holding up a box. A small, black one, with the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen inside, the diamond glistening in the moonlight.

You lifted your head, feeling your jaw drop and your heart start to pound. It felt like you were being hit by a tsunami of emotions—shock, awe, joy, relief—but mostly just love. This was the perfect moment—just the two of you.

“Wanna marry me?” Sam asked. His voice was quiet, but his smile could’ve powered 10,000 suns.

You wanted to laugh, cry, dance, scream. But instead, you merely smiled back and kissed him softly. “Yeah. I’d love to.”

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annieinamerica · 7 years

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SHE’S BAAAAAAAAAACK! (a quick summary of life out here in LA, ft. strep, north hollywood, strep, dance and strep.

Hi everyone!!!!! (Hi mum and Dad and anyone else you shared this with- I know you’re the only ones reading this so enjoy and I’ll try and keep all grimy details to a minimum).

I’m baaaaack! It’s nearly 3 years since I wrote my last blog, and about 6 months since I’ve been in America but I’ve been lazy and for a while I thought it was really uncool to write blogs and also who really cares right? Well maybe its still really uncool but I think some people probably care (that’s you Mum) and I’ve been wanting to get back into writing again so I thought why the bloody hell not.

Right now I’m sitting in my undies in my dingy-but-cute living room sweating onto my laptop because its 33 degrees out here in North Hollywood (AND ITS ONLY GONNA GET HOTTER!) I’m verrrryyyy happy living out here in Noho- for LA novices that’s just north of the Hollywood hills at the bottom of ‘the valley’ and positively swarming with dancers/actors/musicians/producers dividing their time between trying to crack the industry and trying to crack a cold one. I won’t lie, its pretty lit- aside from the 5 rounds of tonsillitis (or as they and I call it out here STREP) that I’ve had in the last 2 and a half months, life out here does tend to feel like weird prolonged vacation where there are no defined weekends, 12pm is a completely acceptable time to eat breakfast and no one is heading out before 11pm. (EVEN THOUGH THE CLUBS CLOSE AT 2 -_- ).

For the most part my days and weeks are pretty much consist of working at Victoria’s Secret, dancing at mL and trying not to go to el Tejano but always ending up at el Tejano.

More recently, however, my days and weeks have consisted of going out, getting strep, spending 4 days in bed, going back to work, easing back into dance slowly, seeing my friends for what seems like the first time in 38 years, feeling on top of the world, then having one drink and getting strep again. That’s right guys, this 21 year old has the immune system of an 87 year old. Actually nan is 93 and she doesn’t get sick half as often as I do.

This has lead to a pretty frustrating time for lil Ann if you can imagine. I started off the year pretty good but in a bit of a financial crisis, aided by an infuriating American bureaucracy, and this lead to me not reaaalllyy dancing as much as I would’ve liked because CALIFORNIA IS EXPENSIVE. BUT! At least at that time I had my health, and my free drinks in the club, even if $10.50 an hour wasn’t quite covering my rent. Lucky for me I moved to current apartment (much cheaper) with lovely roommates (much more my type) and the lifestyle I was trying to live became a little more livable.

When I finally purchased my first unlimited pass to a studio was when the deadly string of strep began (or continued as I’d already had it twice at this point). SUPER frustrating to finally have the means to be taking classes and then no be able to. -_-

WHATEVER THOUGH because at this point I’m like 2 weeks out of the most recent bout and with the introduction of about 23 different vitamins and nutrients I think I have #curbedstrep forever. You may be sceptical but frankly considering I can’t get my tonsils out till I go home in 6 months ‘positive thinking’ is about as good as its gonna get for those swollen bad boys so I’M GONNA USE IT!

Speaking of positive thinking, living out here has been a huge test to that. I like to think I’m usually a pretty positive person- it’s not like I haven’t been faced with hardship before (*AHEM* WAAPA, -special mentions to all the teachers there starting with ‘K’ at this point we all know who they are) and I’m pretty good with goal setting and staying realistic and positive vibes and all that but GUYS

This year has been something else so far. Between social security, and strep (get used to that word cos you’ll be hearing it often) and good old minimum wage, and the LA ****BOYS and the freakin talent out here and what that does to your head in class-when-youre-literally-surrounded-by-100-ppl-more-talented-and-beautiful-than-you’ll-ever-be-and- I-cant-even-see-the-goddamn-teacher-theres-so-many-people-in-this-hot-sweaty-studio-how-the-hell-am-I-gonna-pick-up-the-combo-when-I--actually-suck-at-hip-hop-WHY-DIDN’T –I-TRAIN-IN-THIS-WHEN-I-WAS-YOUNGER and so on an so forth. You get the drift. I’m a headcase. OR am I just becoming an adult?

Lucky for me I think I’m doing a pretty good job of making people think I’m having a good time (head over to Instagram @annievquinn if you wanna know what I mean). Not that I’m not having a good time! It’s just that I’ve had to really deal with more so far this year than I’ve ever had to before. The stakes are higher, or at least they seem that way. Especially when you’re taking heels and mid-combo realise Stevie Dore is dancing behind you or you spot your friend from down the street in Katy Perry’s music video, or the guy you saw dancing the men’s variation from Don Quioxte outside Brickyard the other night who added you on Instagram after you drunkenly sang the tune for him, turns out to be Ariana Grande’s backup dancer. Reminders of success and the end goal are everywhere, and it can get pretty overwhelming!!

I wanna leave on a positive note though, I’ve been doing a lot of reading to try and get some perspective and it is DEFINITELY not lost on me just how lucky I am to be living out here! It’s a total dream come true and every time I’m in class with some greats, or in rehearsal on Hollywood Boulevard, or partying at 1oak or at the beach in Malibu I have to pinch myself and take a sec to be like THIS IS MY LIFE YOU LUCKY DUCK!!!

If youre not sick of hearing from me on insta and wanna know more about real life stick around! You’ll be hearing a lot more about all this, including some funny stories from the past and a heap more about the future. Shoot me a text if there’s something you really wanna know more about – but for now I’ll answer this one burning question, I’M NOT DATING JESSIE OR ODON!

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He Was Never Mine to Have: An Unexpected Part 2

boi it’s 4 am so let’s make some more mistakes

So follow up time on the events of He Was Never Mine to Have: it’s been a good three months since that night and boy oh boy has it been interesting for my goddamned feelings but let’s start off with the weekend after that.

First off, Tech wasn’t in pep band (for somewhat bullshit reasons but you know what whatever), so I didn’t have to figure out how to interact with him there. Or ask him to take me off campus for food, since I barely had time to run from pep band to the theater before call time :P But that’s not really important in the grand scheme of things.

That weekend there was a party at the director’s house. I got a ride with Tech and his friend (whom I am still friendly with, even more than Tech perhaps?). Friend’s nickname shall be Chuck. The night before, Chuck let me know that he was nominating Tech for the “shameless flirt” award because of what happened at the cast party. I’m like “lol that’s funny don’t worry about me I’m cool with it honestly” because he was like “Yeah thought I’d let you know since this vaguely involves you.” So at the cast party, I curl up in a corner of the couch (which was hella nice let me tell you) and when awards started up, Chuck was sitting next to me, with a bit of space between us. Tech decided to sit between us, so I moved more into the corner to make space for him. I gave him my chips to hold while I moved. He ate some the lil shit.

Awards happen. Tech wins shameless flirt because he’s “thirsty.” I laughed so hard at that. Stories happen. One of them involves repetition of a phrase in the first half, while twist ending means it doesn’t happen in the second half. I laughed as I saw Tech’s face twist into utter confusion when the second half rolled around and repetition didn’t happen. He was like “wait, what?” And I asked him if he knew this story. He said no. I laughed and told him to wait because it got better. The second story involves “brightly colored hankies”. Tech smirked at my beaded bandanna, and I teasingly smacked him in the face with it the next time they were brought up, only to apologize literally a second afterwards because I am cringe as hell. I offer him food. It seems like everything’s okay.

After awards and stories, everybody kinda disperses and people start to leave. I’m left alone on the couch, though Tech and others were nearby, including this girl. I don’t actually know her name, but she looked like a Maria so I’m gonna call her that. Maria was wearing a baseball cap. Tech and Maria start talking, kinda with other people, kinda not. I’m kinda half in my head, half half-assedly paying attention to all the other conversations around me, so I’m not paying a ton of attention to them, but at one point I notice Tech is wearing Maria’s cap. Fuck. It’s none of your business. You have no right to judge him.

Since I got a ride with Chuck, I chill around until Tech and Chuck are ready to leave. This takes a couple of hours. After most people have left, the remaining people migrate to the couch and sit around chatting for another couple of hours. During this, I have a good view of Tech with his arm wrapped around Maria, and Maria eventually migrating to basically sitting in his lap. It’s none of your business. You have no right to judge him.

I avoided looking at him as much as fucking possible because I just felt sick. I was so jealous, even though I kept telling myself I had no right to be, even though I was trying so hard not to care. I was hopelessly in love and viciously bitter. I swung between blaming him: You’re a fuckboy for doing this, for making out with me and maybe flirting with her when you told me you wanted to date Al, and feeling inadequate and insecure: What if he told me he wanted to date Al because he didn’t want to say he’d never date me and he’d never want to and somehow that’s better than the truth. None of my rational thoughts helped the jealousy coiling in my stomach and clawing at my throat.

I was tired enough at the director’s house that thankfully neither Chuck nor Tech expected much conversation from me on the way home. I wasn’t keen to give it. I’m not sure if this is at all related, but I stayed up till five or six in the morning, crying and feeling out of place and unable to attempt to sleep without feeling like shit and way too much cold blue (I know that only makes sense to me, but I can’t describe the feeling any other way).

But life went on.

On Valentine’s Day, our school was showing Moana in the theater, after band ended. Me and one of my band friends decided to hang around the theater after band until the movie, and meet our other friends there. I briefly entertained thoughts about what would happen if Tech was there as well, but I tried to ignore those. It was none of my business what he was doing, and I thought he would probably be going with Al anyways.

After band, my friend and I chilled in the hallway, and to my surprise, Tech hung around, as well as another random person. We all hung out for a bit, mostly me fucking around on the internet and chatting with my friend. Since it was Valentine’s Day, my lovely Athena sent me a valentine involving scalene triangles (long story). My friend saw it and was confused until I showed her the video that Athena was referencing (if you value your sanity, don’t go looking for this video. Just don’t.) Tech wandered over and looked over my shoulder at the video while I was showing it to my friend, and at the end just said “I am very uncomfortable now.” Dude same that video is so fucking weird. Eventually, Tech asked why we were still here. I was just kinda like “?? Dude, Moana tonight?” I had thought he was hanging around waiting for Al. “Oh yeah. I shouldn’t stay for that, I have a test tomorrow.” I was very confused by this point by Tech like dude why are you still here then get yo shit together lol. But after finding out he had never seen Moana before, with a bunch of teasing and calling him lame, I somehow managed to convince him to stay and watch the movie.

And then promptly ditched him for my other friends XD Okay, not really. More like when the movie was about to start and we left the back hallway, Tech got separated from me and my band friend, and then I went and sat with my friends that we were going to meet at the movie. He wasn’t in the theater at the time and didn’t chose to come sit next to me. Whatever, he’s a grown boy, and I’m trying not to have a crush on him anyways (though that didn’t stop me from looking for him before the movie :P).

Afterwards, as we were leaving the theater, I saw Tech kinda chilling near the back of the theater. I waved at him, and was vaguely surprised when he started walking next to me. Not that I was complaining or anything lol. I asked him if he enjoyed the movie, and he said yeah. He then went on to say that during the movie, a couple of his frat brothers that he was going to study with had tried to contact him, since he hadn’t told any of them he was going to the movie. I laughed and told him to reassure them he wasn’t dead. As we left the theater, he started towards the parking lot and his car, and I went towards the dorms in the opposite direction, wishing him luck on his test.

For the rest of the quarter, I pined and I saw him in band. I went home to Minnesnowta and tried to get over him.

The first day of the new quarter, I was dying because I decided to have 4-6 classes back to back every day, and this was one of the 6 class days. I just wanted to go back to my room and collapse and not think for the rest of the day. When I got to the staircase in the Union, though, I saw Tech. I was just gonna nod and do my usual salute if he saw me, but he fell into step beside me. We chatted about our breaks. I felt extremely awkward, especially when I bid him farewell at my dorm. But I had also fallen head over heels for him again.

I continued seeing him in band, though not as much when we split into woodwind and brass choirs. We had just enough encounters when I was already feeling socially awkward from other situations that I think he might have an inkling of my hella crush I don’t want to have. I also saw him and Al hanging out together, which solidified my desire to get over this stupid crush.

For the spring musical, he wasn’t in tech. It was a small mercy, I suppose, because I would probably just make a fool out of myself as per usual yaaaay. But now it gets interesting cause Chuck takes on a larger role in this story.

For background, Chuck and Tech are pretty good friends from what I can tell. They’re also frat brothers and live together if I’m remembering correctly. Chuck is a senior and Tech is a sophomore.

One thing that happens is offhanded comments that just so happen to include Tech. Ones that are not aimed for me to hear, but I do anyways. And I start to think “Wow, I kinda don’t wanna date Tech. Like, he’s a great kisser and all, and not a bad dude, but idk if I would actually be able to get past these things I’m learning about him.” Which is yay, because I’m apparently getting the fuck over this shitty ass crush.

So one night I’m talking to Chuck and a couple other people, and Chuck brings up the last cast party, and the fact I “ended up on the floor.” “Yeah,” he said, “So I get a text the next morning from Walter that just says ‘fuck’. So I’m like, ‘are you still alive dude?’”

I thought I was finally basically over everything, but for some reason that really fucking hurt. Like, the first thing Tech thought of when sober was that he had done fucked up. Like wow, that kinda hurts, knowing I’m just a fucking mistake for you. Perfectionism, ya know? Don’t want to make mistakes, yet one of the most fun nights of your life is a mistake for the boy you spent it with. It’s just, I’d be more fine if he was like “yeah, that happened, but I don’t want to date you, so let’s just move along and be cool with the fact that it happened,” but it doesn’t seem like that.

Fuck you Walt. Even though my feelings are my own goddamned fault, still. Fuck you.

Also. Before the spring cast party, I had three people (Chuck, another techie, and an actress) all kinda mothering me about the party, which was kinda weird and hella embarrassing. The other techie basically banned me from the beanbag in his apartment (not that I ended up in his apartment, but still) cause he didn’t want me to “end up on the floor” again. Which, I mean, good goal, making sure the freshman girl who’s barely had alcohol before doesn’t make too many mistakes, but it’s not like that’s me. The actress offered to keep an eye on me. She’s sweet, but I turned her down. Why? Because I like to think that even when I’m slightly drunk, I still have a semblance of control.

So here’s what I want to tell everybody but won’t, because they probably don’t care enough. But I do.

Making out with Walt wasn’t me just doing dumb drunk things. That’s not who I am, while drunk or sober. There is nothing that could prompt me to make out with random boys, even if I was drunk. I’m too socially awkward for that, and I feel a lot more alcohol would not help. But I was well aware of what I was doing when I leaned against Walt and let him pull me close and kiss me. I kinda liked him, he made it seem like he liked me back, and that’s why I let myself end up on the floor. He flirted with me, pulled me close, murmured sweet things in my ear, and I responded, knowing full well what I was doing. The alcohol just made me brave enough to say, “Fuck it, let’s roll with this cute boy I like who’s flirting with me.” I pushed him away when I needed to. When we left the cast party together, it wasn’t to fuck. I never had any intention of that, even though I probably vaguely thought that a lot of people would think that. No, we just made out some more, and I went back to my dorm, tipsy and on cloud nine and alone. Nothing. Happened.

Except for Walt’s mistakes.

Guess I’m one of them.

Alternative title for this: My head’s yelling “fuck no” while my heart cries “yes”.

#he was never mine to have #he was never mine to have: an unexpected part 2 #my head's yelling 'fuck no' while my heart cries 'yes'#i just want to be able to act normally around him #and shrug this off #i want to get over him #but i can't #and that's the worst thing about this #writing #storytime with lilly #rant blog status: reinstated

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15: Don’t Need Your Sympathy

John slowly began to open his eyes. He had learned by now that it was much wiser to squint through the light the fluorescent tubes brought forth. He rolled on his side and faced the white cement wall. The shade of paint was just as unforgiving as the lights above him. He traced a finger on the groove of the wall. He guessed it was morning. The slot in his door would open and they would slide in breakfast. John rolled over and swung his legs off the bed. His bare feet touched concrete floor and the chill was a jolt to the system. He raised his arms into the air and stretched while omitting a long yawn. John listened for the footsteps. They weren’t there. Not normal for him to deviate from his routine but stranger things have happened. He usually woke up just in time for the morning shift to begin. He shrugged. That’s alright. He got up. Stripped off his underwear. Relieved himself. Brushed his teeth in the sink built into the same stainless steel toilet he just used. He sequestered the previous day’s dirty laundry in a closed container under his bed. He looked into the bin right next it to find a stack of carefully organized clothing, retrieved them, and put on his clean underwear, white jumpsuit, and slippers. Still nothing. What time was it? That’s okay. He made his bed. It had to be just right. He stripped the non standard linens and pillows he’d earned as some pittance for good behavior. He examined them meticulously. He would make sure that they didn’t need be laundered along with his previous day’s clothing. After the bed was made to his satisfaction, John stood around with his hands on his hips. He was getting a little agitated now. Most likely due to hunger. “Hello?” He said pointlessly. Nothing. His mind recalibrated the list for the day. What’s next? He’d been reading Papillion. It resonated with him. It was laying on the floor beside his bed. Henri had just arrived at Devil’s Island when … “That makes no sense.” John said to no one. There was a small television set suspended high above and bolted to the corner of the cell. He had specifically refused this amenity. There was no need for it. TV dulled the mind and while to some that would be a welcome respite, it would be a reminder of something that he could never have. Hey, here’s your 7-day weather forecast. Remember your umbrellas, folks. It’s gonna rain cats and dogs out there. Here’s Scott with the latest sports highlights. “Hey, Johnny. You like your new toy?” John froze. Fighting through paralysis he craned his head downwards toward the grate at the foot of his toilet. Maybe if he stayed quiet… “I heard you flush. I heard you chatting it up with yourself. How we ever going to get along if you don’t communicate with me, boy?” The bones in his hand cracked as he tensed up and in the relative silence, it was easily heard. “That’s alright. Baby steps. Now let’s settle this out right. You know I’m dead, Johnny. Government made sure of that.” Sick sputtering laughter seeped out through the grate. “I ain’t an apparition. That’d be fuckin’ silly, boy. And I’m not you. What a twist that’d be, wouldn’t it? I says we were alike but I’d rather die than be a big fuckin’ dummy like you. Self-fulfilling prophecy, right?” The television suddenly turned on. Just snow. “Oh oh oh, the show’s bout to begin. Hold your britches, though, cause I got a bone to pick with you. Why you lying to that fuckin’ dyke? I open up to you. I bare my soul to you and you go and say that you don’t reciprocate. That’s callous, friend. That’s beyond reprehensible. Hey hey, tell me something. You get a tingle in your johnson the other night? That fuckin’ airhead had a point.” More laughter. “Creep Away! What a hoot n’ hollar she is. Although to be fair I was never much in the way of toleratin’ a woman’s mouth. My old lady, she loved jokes too but that hammer was the best punchline she ever done told. Fuckin’ hilarious!” John just stared blankly at the vent. Channel 2. He turned his gaze to the TV. The voice in the grate bellowed. “I like this show. Look at these two dum dums. You. Oblivious to the goings around you. Whoever the fuck. Making this much effort for a fuckin’ piece of cooz. Witness the intrepid adventures of these ignorant sons of bitches and lament in their fuckery.” Hands on 6 and 10. After the events of Monday night, John would have assumed that the party was off. That was the worst of him thinking that. He was hoping that they would use the time to convalesce. He couldn’t figure it out but prim and proper Natalie Young got him. He remembered the first interaction. A little moment at work. When he rebuffed a handshake, her withdrawal wasn’t one of indignation. She instead waved with a smile and John waved back. Then she shook Mike’s hand. That was before the glowing smile Mike exhibited as they weaved closer and closer to her abode. This was good, he thought. Mike blamed herself for letting Carlos sneak his way into the match. John countered that he was put out of commission himself. Duggan and Carlos stayed true their word. His body has been still aching from the tremendous effort it took to retain the television championship. He reiterated that they were a team and nothing would stop them. And now they could leave that in the rear view. John was starting to learn that the business had more benefits than just the obvious. He was starting to like some of the people he was meeting. There was Mike. There was Natalie. David texted with him every once in awhile and last time they debated on the effectiveness of the key lock. Mike read the exchange and her eyes seemingly glazed over but then she patted John on the back and acknowledged it with that warm grin. And while there was a twinge of resentment towards them, the new number one contenders to the tag team championships were still regarded highly by them both. And then there was that guy. As Mike yelled out one evening: the guy who likes to fuck. John didn’t get it. But he was kind enough. He was starting to see something that he never understood in the past. This was a brotherhood and now he was a part of it. Finally. “Hey.” Mike’s brows furrowed a bit as they looked up from fiddling with their phone. They looked mildly concerned. “You okay, bud? I can take the wheel for a while if you want.” It happened sometimes. John was right beside them, yet he seemed ten thousand miles away. They couldn’t help but wonder where he went, but perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to be wherever that was while driving. “Huh?” John liked driving. He was cautious at the power this car exhibited but at the end of the day, it did everything every other car he had driven, albeit a little better. Keep it between the lines. Use your left and right indicators. Be a courteous yet defensive driver. Eyes on the road.“I’m alright. You did all the driving last week. Only fair that I do my share.” “I don’t mind. You know me. Cars’re my fuckin’ life. Well, my life that ain’t wrestling.” They chuckled a bit, rolling their shoulders, one hand running idly along the edge of the crimson leather bucket seat. “You just seemed someplace else just then, thought you might be getting tired. We’ve been going a long time.” It would be a roadtrip of epic proportions and they’d packed for such- from Natalie’s place in North Carolina, they’d be making a serious trek for the opposite coast. The plan was to make good use of Route 66 to cut across the western half of the country, making a few stops at the vast assortment of quirky roadside attractions along the way. What fun is travel if you don’t make the most of it? “Just daydreaming, I guess.” The voice chortled, “Dreaming of me, Johnny. I dream of you every night. I thinks to myself: Is you as lovely as before?” “Might not want to while you’re driving if you can help it. I mean I know it’s a straight shot and there’s not much to look at but motherfuckin’ corn, but you never know what might jump outta nowhere. Deer, fuckin’ rabbits… kid cult members servin’ some fucking Lovecraftian bullshit… anyway. If you’re good, that’s cool, Just lemme know if you wanna switch.” John acknowledged that with a curt nod. More time passed in silence. These kind of silences were starting to seem okay. In these first road trips, they would grasp on something to discuss but now it seemed okay to just be in each other’s company. If something needed to be said, John and Mike would discuss it. “Been meaning to thank you for that whole arrangement you got for me. It was a nice touch.” “Aw, bud, you don’t need to thank me for stuff like that. It wasn’t no trouble. Like I said, the owner of the Vamp owed me a favor since I fixed his fuckin’ hearse. He said if we needed to use the place again during the day he’d let us do it for cheap, seeing as it’s a nighttime joint anyway. So we got that if’n you ever want to use the setting again.” He tapped a finger on the top of the steering wheel and shook his head. “Appreciate it. I think…”John sighed. “I think that took a lot out of me. I feel like something was going unchecked.” “It’s good to get stuff out like that sometimes though. Y’can’t carry that weight around forever or you’ll wind up getting fucking crushed.” They fiddled with the tattered brim of their ever present Mets cap and bit the inside of their cheek a bit, inwardly scolding themselves for the touch of hypocrisy. “Anyway. Speaking of which, you mind if I turn the camera on? We can talk about your match while you’re driving. If you don’t mind me fuckin’ sayin’ so, you really let Orianna have it. Not that she didn’t have it coming with the two-faced shit she was talking with her stupid little friend. I mean, we can wait till we stop if you’d rather do that.” “Good time as any.” Boisterous laughter intermixed with coughing. Coughing so harsh that John could hear the phlegm, “You know how much I love hearing you talk. Talk to me, Johnny. I’m all ears.” “No.” John had retreated to his bed. He sat as far away from the vent as could. The voice kept pulling his attention away from reality. “Ohhhh-wee, that’s the word I love to hear from you!” Mike framed John in the shot perfectly. In this sweltering heat, John and Mike alike had opted for matching NSFW tank tops. Just in time for the summer. Wear your own stuff. Sell, sell, sell. John’s biceps flexed as his white knuckle rigid style of driving was on full display. “Today is going to be a good day. I can’t speak for my partner but I had my fill of patriotic revelry Monday night. Mike?” “I have never in my fucking life seen a title belt explode like that. It was fucking GREAT.”John’s partner isn’t visible, being on the other side of the camera. However, her distinct voice, colorful language and all, is clearly audible. “That it was. We didn’t manage to get it done when it comes to the tag team title scene but Rome was not built in a day. NSFW is here to stay. And so is Natalie Young. I’m not going to repeat what she told us but someone had better watch out. But today, we got ourselves an old-fashioned ball to attend.” “Barbecue, bud. Not a ball. Remember? Miss Natalie said you try to wear somethin’ fancy and you’ll probably get barbecue sauce all over it… but knowin’ you, Mister Impeccable Fuckin’ Neatness, you’re not gonna get a drop on anything.” There’s a definite tone of fond amusement in Mike’s voice. “I swear it was. Nevermind that. Imagine the pageantry, Mike.” He cleared his throat. “So barbeque it is. Can’t wait to bite into a good ole’ veggie burger fresh from the grill.” “You’re such a romantic when it comes to fancy shit, you know that?” Though unseen, her smile is nigh audible in her tone of voice. “One of these days we’re gonna wind up in Vegas and it’s gonna be awesome. We can be a couple’a super swagtastic high rollers. But before that, oh my fuckin’ Christ. Pittsburgh to North Cacky-lacky, then all the way to Cally. This is the roadtrip legends are made of, Church. If we manage to make it coast to coast in this car without whaling on each other outta cabin fever, then nothing in this entire fucking world will ever tear us apart.” She laughed brightly. Obviously, any ill mood she had due to their loss had dissipated far before they packed up Alundra and hit the highway. “That’s right. Oakland, California. We got a long night in store for us but as my next challenger learned on Monday, I don’t make excuses. There is a new alliance to contend with and Mike? That’s great. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.” “That’s alright. Every Coke has to have its Pepsi, I guess. Don’t get us wrong, Nos. You’re a good guy. Fun dude. We had a lot of fun blowing up Garcia’s stupid fake belt with you, and we totally appreciate the donation to the Trevor Project you made for lettin’ you buy the dumb thing from us. But man, we gotta call you out on your suspect choice of friends.” John nodded as if that were his cue. “Orianna Johnson for one. Let’s focus on that. With Lavender out of the equation, it’s just you and me. You have yourself another opportunity for the Television championship. I wish I had the same excitement that I did before. I touted you as possibly the future of this industry. Sure, I questioned your commitment to this business. After all, you’re only eighteen-years-old. Believe me, Orianna: when you opened your mouth, you lived up to every stereotype one could conjure up with that dismissive statement.” He shook his head as if to show his disappointment in his challenger’s recent antics. “And understand that I am not being dismissive of your skill. There is clearly the potential to live up those initial observations I had of you. There were moments in that bout where you were less than a second away from grabbing that brass ring. And so if that were the gist of it, I’d say that I was looking forward to this and wave goodbye. Good luck and best wishes.” John paused. There was no wave. Because this match is no longer seemingly about that for John Bishop Church. “But you opened your mouth. Your friend and you chose not to make this about the television championship.” Mike piped up. She was trying to keep her interjections minimal: after all, this particular part of the story wasn’t hers. Still, she just couldn’t help herself. “You two stupid giggling little hyenas just had to go and make this personal. Big fucking mistake.” “Undeniably there is power in words. And I heard you loud and clear. You view me as a charity case. You view me as that feel good story on the evening news. He did it. He redeemed himself. Orianna Johnson, for all of the tape you supposedly watch, you missed one thing: This isn’t about redemption. I am taking what is mine. I am the Television champion purely through my ability. Ruthann Hunter did everything to remain where she was and as you hopefully learned, it wasn’t enough. The thing is, she met me in that ring as a warrior and she left a warrior. You exhibited that adversity turns you into a sobbing mess.” “Oh noooooo, I let everyone dooooown, boohoooooo. You know what, kid? You lost. It happens. As my awesome partner likes to remind me when I overthink, it’s not something you fucking dwell on long. You’re a fighter in a fucking fighter’s profession. Fucking act like it.” “And normally, I’d reprimand myself here. I’d tell my partner: this is too damn far.” John stopped as a semi-truck started to encroach in their space in the lane. He let the 18-wheeler past and continued. “You got a hell of a mentor, Orianna. And there is wisdom in his words. Although, I question the legitimacy of his training regimen if it truly involves baseless imitations and comedy routines that should have hit the cutting room floor. I’m so old. I’m so ineffectual. Ask yourself Orianna, did that scouting report amount to much of anything when this old man used you as a means to end the contest? You watch one tape and one tape only. The one where you failedeveryone.” “Sad, really. You come off as such a nice little thing. But you’re so fucking self absorbed that you don’t got no consideration for other people, except maybe your sidekick and, of course, your precious Ace King. Everybody else is fuckin’ dog shit, from your opponents to the poor Wal-Mart workers who had to fucking clean up after your ridiculous shenanigans.” “But it was just fun. Your new credo. I know that you wanted so much to come out with your new companions and make a formal declaration that you are the champion. You would have smiled and it would have been a confirmation of everything you said. I guess you could gloat about NSFW falling short in the tag match, I mean if you want to prove that you really don’t understand NSFW. After all, everything you said was without merit. You don’t know anything about me. You know what you read and watch and your comprehension is sorely lacking. I would wrestle all night if I could. And so would Mike McGuire. NSFW loves this business and we’d be the whole show given the opportunity. That’s what we train for after all.” John, dangerous in his mind, took a hand off the steering wheel and extended a fist to Mike. It came out of nowhere last night but Mike just did it after an intense workout in the ring. John looked at it and replicated the gesture. Beaming off camera, Mike’s hand juts into the shot and taps knuckles briefly with his fist before pulling back. “We play fucking hard. We work even fucking harder. And yeah. We got the opportunity? We’d do it all night long.” She paused. “You people know what I mean, get your minds out of the fucking gutter.” “The gutter, Mike. Lowest of the low, right? That’s where Orianna put me. You feel sorry for me? You would make it right for me? You’d physically assault someone for me?” He laughed at the audacity of her words, “I don’t want your help. I don’t want your sympathy. I want you in the ring one on one so I can show you that you haven’t learned a thing from your betters. I told you. You made this personal. You questioned my commitment. But worst of all, you doubted the convictions of my friends.” “Don’t you fucking DARE name drop me, kid. Not in that fucking capacity. I don’t doubt my partner… no, fuck that. I don’t doubt my BEST FRIEND for a goddamn second. I would NEVER hold anything like that against him and fuck you to Hell and back for saying so.” John’s mouth curved upwards slightly into his version of a smile. He liked that. A couple of months ago, he’d flinch at every F bomb she dropped. Now he knows exactly why she says what she does and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “You asked me something, Orianna. Was Natalie worth it? You had the gall to ask me if making sure a friend of mine didn’t get maimed by someone as seemingly two-faced as you was worth it. Maybe when you’re through having fun, you’ll see that is what being a friend is about. Consequences be damned. I’m not sure you understand that very well, though. You seem to be a pretty poor judge of character. What did you say? The man that is still the disputed champion of this company is just misunderstood. I think Natalie, Mike and myselfunderstand the cowardice he is capable of now. Maybe you’re still willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Considering what company you keep. So Orianna Johnson, leave your theories behind. Leave your little pal behind. Stop playing TV star. Dry those tears. And prepare to face me one on one for the gold. Because I know that I am the current reigning and defending television champion and I intend to show what it takes to remain just that.” Mike gave a slight nod and a mouth of the word ‘nice’, something she always did when she was particularly impressed with something John said. She didn’t need to interject further: what was said, her friend’s own words, was a potent enough final blow. She clicked off the camera and flicked to her Google Maps app. “Another hour and a half or so. Should get to some fucking civilization soon, too.” She paused, slipping the phone in her pocket. She’d need to charge it once they got to Natalie’s. “Meant that, by the way, with all my fuckin’ heart. I think, maybe… you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” John stammered. “Okay. I-I mean, I feel…” And he struggled a bit here. Get it out. “I get you.” Mike smiled, and nodded. It may as well have been an elaborate declaration. She got him too. “Fuuucccckkkkkkk youuuuuuuuu. Turn that garbage off. You believe that shit, Johnny? Best friends? I’m your best friend. I’m the best fuckin’ friend you’ve ever had. Fuck her. Fuck you. Fuck all of you.”Hysterical laughter now. “Listen, Johnny, can I confide something to you? Don’t tell no one. It’s our little secret.” And in a hushed whisper. “You were the sweetest piece of ass I’ve ever had.” The TV had turned off now and it was just John and the voice now. In a ridiculous thought at this point, he wished he had something to eat. Breakfast. Lunch. Anything. “And I hopes you understand something else. I mean, I know you feel the same. I love you, Johnny. We ain’t ever had much in what you call eye to eye contact. And you don’t seem very talkative. But that’s alright. You know me. We’re kindred souls. That’s what that dumb bitch never understood. She didn’t know when and when not to use her mouth. But Johnny, you sure did. Been so long since I seen you. Talkin’ is talkin’. That ain’t enough and we never got no proper goodbye before they pushed my Kentucky fried ass off the mortal coil. Lemme hold you in a loving embrace, what you say about that, Johnny?” “No.” John curled up in a fetal position on the bed. He could not look away from the vent though. “No? No! I pour my heart out to you and that's what you say? No, no, no. Johnny, you don’t seem to understand. You can’t fuck off with your flowers no more,” This snicker was the cruelest. It sounded feminine and quite familiar. “Tell me that fucking pathetic story again. Story time, Johnny. Tell me about how serene she looked.” “No.” “Whatever, fuck you. I’m here, boy. I’m here and I’m inside you. I made you feel every fucking inch of me once upon a time and you don’t ever dare forget it. You think you got a reprieve now. You got friends. You got your livelihood back. But Johnny, I got you by the balls and I ain’t ever letting go. Here I come. What you think about that? I don’t know what the fuck this is but I like it.” The voice was getting louder. It didn’t sound like it was on the other side of the wall anymore. “Funny thing is, I don’t feel bound to the rules of reality no more. Here I come, Johnny. And you don’t got nowhere to run. I love you so much.” The grate cover began to rattle. “You sorely been lackin’ my tender affection.” John’s eyes widened as a hand burst through the cover. First, the hand, and then the forearm covered in sludge, “Johnnyyyyy …” “Holy shit. Get a load of this gorgeous fuckin’ place. Oh, hey, Church, check it out, there’s Miss Natalie!”

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