#across a parking lot / garage front at sunset like THIS

[amarriageoftrueminds]

BEEFY #Bucky with the good hair & the guns out

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky with the good hair #soft bucky #my stucky manip #dat's me #mcu #black & white version under the cut #quickie before bed #this one giving me beefy biker bucky vibes #imagining steve seeing him for the first time #across a parking lot / garage front at sunset like THIS #😍 #yet each man queues the thing he loves #accidental grungey pinup bucky

[judysxnd]

Pictures you take of Finn on vacation

Beach edition

I had this idea today when I was looking at pictures of Finn. I think that’s a good idea, I might do it for other occasions! I liked the result so yeah, I think I’ll do it again. Hope you will like it too!

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Its the morning, around 10am, and you’re in the hotel room. You’re laying in bed, on your phone as Finn is in the bathroom. Music blaring from the speaker (at a reasonable volume), Finn suddenly got out of the bathroom in his robe and starts dancing around. You took the opportunity to take a picture when he makes a pose. You couldn’t stop laughing.

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One afternoon, as it was very sunny but too hot to do anything, you guys decided to rent a boat for the day, and sail around. As Finn knows how to drive a boat, he could show you. After he made you take the wheel for some time, you went back to your sit, and Finn took it back. You found your phone in your pockets, which gave you an idea: take a picture of him.

“What are you doing?” Finn said analyzing what you were doing.

“Enjoying the view” you smiled which made him laugh.

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There was this one and only rainy day during the trip where the temperature dropped really bad. You stayed in bed, enjoying the view, cuddling. You also watched some tv shows, and a movie while eating dinner. After dining, it stopped raining so you decided to go for a walk on the beach and watch the sunset. This time, Finn took his camera, and took pictures of you without you knowing.

“The sunset is really red” you said staring at the sun.

“Yeah it’s beautiful” Finn said coming next to you as you stopped.

“Give me your camera” he did not question it and gave it to you. You took some pictures of the landscape, but you also took some of Finn.

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The first morning after you arrived at the hotel, you were both up really early. You were both getting ready, however you didn’t know what to do. It was kind of cloudy but it was a little hot.

“we could go on for a walk” you suggested, as you were drying your hair.

“Huh, too lazy” you laughed.

“Not even one day on vacation and you’re already playing the lazy card. What are we going to do during this week?” You both laughed.

“We could take our bikes” you were confused.

“That’s literally more exhausting than walking”

“Yeah, but I don’t know, I kind of prefer that” you laughed.

“Well then, okay, I’m good for that”

After you were both ready, you went to take your bikes that were in the car. Finn got on his, so did you. He was arranging something when you put your phone out.

“Finn, smile” he looked up, confused, then laughed. You took the first picture.

“Always taking pictures”

“I’m making memories dumbass” he rolled his eyes.

After a while of riding you arrived on the road next to the beach. You were challenging each other on some races and all, just goofing around. In front of you, there were two women, standing in front of the beach, and taking pictures. After passing them, Finn went a little faster and mimicked them. You bursted into laughter and played the game by taking pictures of him, which gave as a result the second picture.

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Tonight, you both wanted to eat outside, on the beach. There were tables with benches not far from the hotel. You ordered some pizzas and bought a few beers before going there. It was cute, just the two of you, laughing, talking, drinking a little. You had some cards and games, so you played, fighting because one’s cheating and all.

“It’s been a while we haven’t done that” you added

“Yeah. It was much needed”

“Agreed” you both smiled at each other.

The next morning you found this picture in your camera roll, not really remembering when you took it.

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Obviously it would not be a true beach vacation without surfing. Finn loves to surf, which means that the location of the holidays were based on a good place to surf. Unfortunately you do not know how to surf. After a very long conversation, Finn managed to convince you that he could teach you the basics because “it could be fun if we had something more in common, we could go surf together and all”. You couldn’t resist him, so one afternoon when the waves seemed good, you went to the beach, on a side where there weren’t much people.

When you arrived on the parking lot, Finn was so excited to teach you everything. He got out of the car and started to get out his board. You stood next to the car, nervous, looking around you. You finally looked back at Finn, still taking stuff out of the car. You looked at your phone, hoping for something that could avoid this situation. You looked up to see Finn smiling at you. You quickly went on Snapchat and took this picture of him.

After walking a while, Finn put his board on the sand and showed you the positions and all. You mimicked him, feeling embarrassed.

“This is so humiliating” you said looking down.

“Why?”

“I don’t know” Finn laughed

“Don’t think about the people around us” you stared at him, he knew you too well.

After a while, you both went in the water, staying around the little waves area so you could try to find your balance there first. Let’s just say it was not a success. You ended up staying on the sand, watching Finn surf like a god. You kind of felt dumb, embarrassed, even uncomfortable because you couldn’t do it, and because Finn and the other people around you had to see this.

Finn made sure the rest of the day was way better than this so you would not feel guilty for anything, after all it wasn’t that bad.

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One classic afternoon on the beach, tanning, playing and swimming together. After swimming for a while, you took a break and joined Finn who stayed on the beach. He was looking at you, phone out, taking pictures. You laughed as you approached him.

“Please tell me you’re not taking pictures”

“So you’re allowed to but not me?”

“Exactly” you laughed as you sat down in front of him. He took one more picture of you, which made you roll your eyes and smile.

“The view is too beautiful”

“So cheesy”

After that, Finn went in the water for some time, and when he came back, you made sure to do exactly the same thing he did with you. As he sat down, you took this picture.

“We’re even now” you said proudly.

“We’re far from even” you both laughed.

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One morning, you were both wandering around the city, going in some shops, talking, discovering the city when you came across what seemed a garage. Finn was intrigued because there were only old cars parked in the front. You walked closely to a board which explained that this place was actually renting the cars for a day.

“No way! We have to do this!” Finn exclaimed. He was suddenly so excited, like a child. It was hard to say no, and you were also excited about this idea.

The ride was so good, driving around the city, finding new places to go after, enjoying the wind and the sun in this old car. The experience was great. Before taking the car back at the garage, you stopped by the beach.

“Here, take a photo of me in the car” you laughed.

“You love it that much?”

“Come on just do it!” He was so excited. He kept begging you, so you just took the picture. What a child.

#finn cole #cute #i love him #fanfic #finn cole fan fiction #finn cole imagines #finn cole x reader #preferences #finn cole preferences

[wearywinchester]

Back Again

Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When it’s time to say goodbye after a date, Dean finds that it’s a little harder than it looks to do just that.

Requested by @halietigges: “Hello! Can I please request a oneshot where Dean is driving the reader (gender neutral) home after a date and the two share a goodbye kiss before the reader leaves the car and returns back into their home?”

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: none—fluff, kissing

You sigh as you smile, content as ever as you walked to the car. Dean’s hand enveloped yours, keeping you close as you made your way along the well worn path. It was quiet, save for the growing breeze and the birds chirping before sundown, save for the two sets of footfalls over gravel. The clouds were rapidly becoming abundant as the breeze continued on, but even the impending storm couldn’t dampen your mood, couldn’t dissolve the happiness simmering in your stomach.

You felt a bit of relief when you caught sight of the Impala, the raindrops falling against your skin having been sparse but you knew it was only a matter of time before they’d pick up their pace. You quickened your step as you pulled Dean along, hearing his chuckle behind you.

“Easy there, sweetheart. The car’s not going anywhere,” he says, teasing in his tone as he wraps his hand around the door handle, opening the passenger’s side for you.

You spun on your heel as you looked at him over the door, his amused gaze catching yours as he began to walk around the front end to get to the other side. He stops in his tracks at the mere smile on your face, his lip between his teeth as he awaits your next words.

“You know,” you start, your smile widening even more as you look at him, “you keep sayin’ that, and maybe one of these time Baby just might prove you wrong, Winchester.”

He rolls his eyes at that as you duck into the car, closing your door as he opens his. You don’t fail to see the smile tugging on the corner of his mouth or the shake of his head, or the laugh that leaves his lips softly. His hand hovered over the key that sat in the ignition, his words on the very tip of his tongue as your words replayed in his mind. That’s when he turned to you.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, sweetheart?” He says, gaze fond as ever as he looks at you.

“You bet I do.”

His tongue swipes over his lips as he shakes his head once more, starting the car as his smile still lingers as he pulls out and looks at the road ahead. He turned on the radio, halfway through a song that he’d been quick to hum along to as he sped down the road.

It was the end of another date night amongst many, this one just as good as the last and the others before that. It was one that left you smiling to yourself as you looked out of the window at the trees and street lights passing by.

You’d gone to that diner in town, the one with those fries you swear are your favorite you’ve ever had. He knows that and it’s why he brings you there whenever he gets the chance, because that smile you’ve got on your face every time you get them makes it all worth it to him. That diner’s got that bacon cheeseburger he orders every single time without fail because nobody makes them quite like they do there. You know that and that’s why you pick that place every single time.

Your thoughtful reasons were unbeknownst to each other but still very much there each and every time.

He’d picked you up after he closed up at the garage for the day, having taken you straight to dinner the moment he found it in himself to stop looking at you like the lovestruck guy he knew he was. He’d never in a million years admit it though, no matter how much Bobby picks on him for it, no matter how much Sam teases him for it even for the years that built up to him finally asking you out on that very first date.

You were his best friend, the one he fell in love with and it took him a lot of stubbornness and a lot of Sam talking Dean out of backing out of making that move. He was glad he did and he wouldn’t admit that to Sam either.

He’d shown up on your doorstep with that famous Dean Winchester smile, the one that’d always seemed to be reserved just for you despite you being unaware of that fact. But just about everyone that knew the two of you were very much aware of it, it was hard not to be. You had your usual meal at that special diner you’ve alway found yourselves in one way or another for a number of years. You sat in your usual booth with all the contentment in the world as you sat there across from one another.

He’d snagged the last two slices of apple pie when it was nearing sundown, taking them to go and heading off to the one place you always went to. It was a quiet spot, nestled with trees standing tall all around the lake they framed. There was a wooden dock on the water’s edge, one you sat on together more times than you can count ever since you were teens who were too oblivious for their own good.

Now you were a couple of twenty-five year olds who’d finally worked up the nerve to be more than fools who’d pined for each other in secret, still oblivious to just how much you’d cared for one another.

You sat on the edge of that dock with your pie, a couple teasing jests shared amongst yourselves and bites stolen from the other’s slice. It was just the two of you there and you wouldn’t want it any other way than just that. It was your spot.

Dean Winchester wasn’t a man for fancy, best of the best restaurants, or the suits and ties and pristine fashion that come along with attending such a place. He wasn’t a man for wine and five course meals that cost way more than they’re worth. He loved greasy diner food and beer and the coziness that comes with eating in a place like that; it felt like home and it was comfortable. In fact, he’s still got some grease stains smudged across his cheek and under his nails from work. Still smudged on his t-shirt and the flannel he wore over top of it, his knuckles scraped up and busted from a car he can’t quite remember had been the cause.

He wasn’t one for expensive gifts, didn’t have the means for it despite the way he wanted to give you everything you deserve. It was one of the reasons he’d been so stubborn on talking himself out of taking you out on a date some time ago because he felt you deserved better than him, more than him, but that was something he’d push down forever because he’s quite sure that feeling wouldn’t ever go away.

Because despite that, he couldn’t keep himself from you, regardless of that nagging feeling he shoved down, he’d never be able to keep himself from anything that’s you.

But he wasn’t one for all that stuff in the movies and you couldn’t care less. You’ve got everything you need and there wasn’t a single thing you’d change about any of the dates he’d taken you on. You could do the same thing with him for forever and a day and not a single time would you find yourself growing tired of it so long as you did it with him.

You turned your head and looked at him, his gaze on the road as his elbow rested atop the ledge of the door as his hand draped loosely over the wheel. It didn’t take him very long to feel your gaze, his suspicions confirmed when he looks to his right and finds you smiling that smile at him, the one that makes him weak in the knees every single time.

He bites the inside of his cheek as he looks forward once more, and you know that look anywhere.

“You know, sweetheart,” he starts, throat clearing as the corner of his mouth quirks up a little more. “I heard if you take a picture, it might last longer.”

There it is.

You roll your eyes at his words, head shaking as you bite back your smile.

“You should maybe consider taking your own advice some time too, Winchester,” you say, your smile widening all the more at the look on his face, at the faux frown tugging at the corners of his mouth before his lips purse.

But that look didn’t last long, not at all as a quiet laugh fell from his lips.

You grinned as you looked down at your hands, at the small bouquet you held bunched in your loosened fist. It was a cluster of an assortment of flowers that didn’t match, picked spontaneously from the patches of wildflowers by the lake. It was something sweet that he thought of the moment he saw them, but it was something that made him make a mental note to get you a real bouquet next time.

But the small bunch of flowers grasped in your hand was more than enough for you, the look on his face when he’d plucked them from the ground and given them to you would be something stuck on your mind for a good long while and you were more than content with the idea of that.

The drizzling rain was steady as he pulled onto your street, the clouds having covered what was left of the sunset in favor of a looming gray, a contrast to the weather when he’d first picked you up. It didn’t seem like it would be stopping any time soon, heavy droplets pelting against the windshield and ricocheting off the hood of the Impala.

But that seemed to be the least of your concerns the very moment he pulled up in front of your house, parking along the curb.

You ran your tongue across your lips as you sigh, gaze looking out at the rain until it inevitably landed on green eyes as he’d done the same. He’d since turn the heat on low on your way home, seemingly a comfortable comparison to the chilly and gloomy evening weather just outside of the car. But when you met his gaze, just about everything else seemed to melt away and slip to the very back of your mind.

“I’m really starting to hate the idea of kissing you goodbye every time we go out on a date, you know,” he says, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“So, you hate kissing me goodbye?” You jest, head tilted as you try your hardest to bite back your smile.

His lips purse only momentarily as his eyes roll, tugging you all the more closer as his hand settles on your cheek. Your cheeks burn with a light heat as the warmth of his breath sweeps over your lips, his smile very much there.

“Sweetheart, you know what I meant,” he murmurs softly, lips pressing to yours in a kiss almost feather light, lingering there for a moment or two. “It’s the goodbyes I’m worried about.”

Your laughter is quick to simmer against his lips and dissolve into a hum just as quickly as it sounded, his lips warm against your own as the pad of his thumb brushes along your cheek. The tip of his freckled nose bumps against yours as he tilts his head, his own smile pressing into his kiss.

In not so perfect timing, a crack of thunder sounded, drawing your attention away from him and to the more than obvious fact that it might be in your best interest to head inside before the weather worsens.

Your gaze flickers from the windshield to Dean, his lips kiss swollen and pink as he swipes his thumb over his bottom lip with a sigh, his head tipping back momentarily. But he finds he can’t keep his eyes from you that long, the fondness of the look he’s got on his face mixed with the dread of parting ways for the night melding together in his expression.

He had his hand on the door handle, ready to get out and hurry you to your door in the rain before you stopped him.

“De, there’s no use in having you get rained on too,” you say, your brow raising when his lips purse. You knew he couldn’t care less about that but he also knew you wouldn’t budge. “Goodnight, Dean.”

“Night, sweetheart,” he says quietly in the close proximity as you lean over the bench seat, kissing him once more.

You braced yourself as you stepped out into the rain, rounding the front end of the car before hurrying up the walkway to your front porch, the rain having dampened you being less than ideal. But he waited, he waited until you got up to your porch, waited until you got your keys after fumbling for them, waited until you opened your door and got inside safely before he even thought about pulling away. He always did that and he always would.

It wasn’t until you closed your door that you sighed, back pressed to the wood surface as a sigh left your lips, breathless from your rain dampened jog up to your house and breathless with utter content as your eyes fell closed for just a moment. Your smile still lingered just as it had done almost the entirety of the last few hours, sitting on your lips as you set your flowers down, set your keys on the table by the door.

You had to admit, goodbyes were the worst part of every date, of every bit of time spent with the older Winchester. The thought of it always had dread pooling in the pit of your stomach and it’d felt that way for as long as you could remember, but the both of you were far too stubborn to admit just how much you hated it.

But you didn’t have much time to think about it with the knock that sounded against your door.

You spun on your heel and twisted the door knob, opening it a crack before the smile tugged at your lips in an instant. When you opened it fully, green eyes stood on the other side of it under the covered porch, a half smirk on his lips as your flannel sat grasped in his hand. The one you kept in there for safekeeping should you find yourself running cold.

You take your lip between your teeth as you look up at him, your amusement more than evident in your expression.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re making excuses just to see me, Dean,” you say, matter of factly as your hand remains pressed on the edge of the door.

“What do I look like, some sappy rom-com guy?” He asks, trying his hardest to sound offended in the slightest bit.

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

You watched those dimples appear by the corners of his mouth despite his ever present grin, his tongue wetting his lips as he looked away for a moment. Watched as droplets of water drip from the ends of his hair and roll down the bridge of his freckled nose to the very tip of it, dripping down to the ground.

You shake your head at his antics as you let go of the door, stepping out onto the porch.

“You really are something, Winchester,” you say.

You lean on your toes and settle your hands on his cheeks, lips brushing over his and your flannel drops from his hand in favor of wrapping around you his smile pressing into yours.

Goodbyes were what he’d dreaded most, even if he’d see you the very next day. It didn’t matter. You knew it’d be a matter of time before he’d shown up on your doorstep once more that night with a more than foolish excuse—he always did.

And you were fine with that.

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[v1olentdelights]

Prom Dress

Sunset Curve x Reader - Mercer Reader x Reggie    - a tiny bit like She’s All That.

Word Count: 2,461

Your brother had been adamant on you going to prom seeing as his bandmate, Luke, said they shouldn’t go to make a statement. It was only Junior prom, nothing big. You were on the planning committee,  the theme was Paris, though it was a classic prom theme you wanted to make it different. Adding in the Pont des Arts bridge, more well known as the Love Lock bridge, an amazingly painted Louvre museum (all thanks to the amazing art students), and lastly the most obvious Eiffel Tower. You had forced the boys to help you assemble it, because “helping out your baby sister is the best way to show love!”

Though there were a few people on the prom committee, you were the leader, and the one doing most of the work. This was one of your biggest projects meaning it was creating a whole lot of stress. And everyone knows how well you deal with stress, you became irritable and snappy. You always tried to be kind but it was hard. 

“Let me help you out, I can even ask the boys to help out.” Your brother, Alex, had urged. He had never liked seeing you like this, he may be a butthead but he’s still your brother.

“Didn’t Luke say you aren’t going? And no, I’m fine.” you huff looking over the expenses. 

“I don’t care what Luke said, also, helping prepare the dance isn’t actually going is it?” 

“Sure, but I still don’t need your help.” Closing your eyes you rub your face praying that the math would do it itself. But then again nothing gets done right unless you do it yourself. 

“Okay. If you need me I’ll be-”

“In the basement, got it.” He stood there for a bit longer hoping you’d let him help. “Stop hovering like mom. Go practice.”

You had fallen asleep at your desk working on homework for tomorrow, something that had been happening more often now. Simply because you didn’t have the energy to move to your bed. However you woke up tucked under your sheets. Wiping your bleary eyes you noticed your room was picked up and your desk was cleared off. You smiled to yourself softly. 

Alex had knocked at your door to check on you. When you didn’t answer he had realized you’d fallen asleep. Running down he got the boys to help you out. Bobby had hooked his arms under your legs and around your back to pick you up, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck pulling yourself closer. Luke, Alex and Reggie had helped pick the books and journals tossed around your room. Reggie had looked over your spreadsheet, quickly scribbling down the total that you had spent and what you had left for the prom. All four then slipped out as if they were never even there.

As the prom was finally nearing, you had spent most of your time either in the library or one of the practice rooms in the school finalizing every detail. Everyone was bustling about getting asked out as a date or grumbling about the ‘anti-prom’ that a few of the students were having. You hadn’t been asked yet, not that you cared that much. You didn’t need a man to validate yourself. Though it would be nice to have a date, but no biggy. 

There was a knocking at the practice room door that startled you, looking up you see a rosy cheeked boy staring in. He pointed down at the door handle, silently asking if he could come in. Pushing some of your books to the side to make space for him, he comes to sit next to you. You continued working on an essay that was due by 8th period.

“How is it coming along?” 

“Pretty well, how are you today Reg?” he smirked at your nickname, though you couldn’t see. 

“Good, we have a gig tonight. It’s at a book club this time.” your nose scrunched up the slightest. 

“A book club? Well I hope it goes… okay. I wish I could come but I have homework to catch up on and I am helping out a freshman with biology. But I’m sure Alex will come home and not shut up about it.” you smile at the thought of your brother bouncing around the kitchen talking about his gig as you got out the ice cream. The bell outside sounded, alerting you of your upcoming class. 

“See you later!” You pack your things up and leave behind a dazed boy. He was currently wondering if he made a mistake of not asking you to the prom.

The next day you had ridden into school with Alex, talking all about your silly boy crush. He was the only one you trusted with this information simply because you knew it would never become something.

“Alex, I swear to you that James is literally like sent from the heavens. Just look at him!” You pointed to him through the windshield. Alex could only chuckle, he knew that Reggie had adored you but you hadn’t known that. 

“Stop laughing at me. I know it’s stupid and I mean he has never even looked in my direction. But Aleeex!” You whined on. 

“I didn’t even say anything. I don’t personally think you should be with him. I can’t stop you though.” Both of you had been through this before. It was as simple as what you had said, James had never even looked in your direction. It was stupid to step out of your box in highschool. But everyone loves James, except for your boys. 

Rolling your eyes you got out gabbing your backpack from the back seat. Pulling Alex in for a side hug you began your trek to your locker.

“See you later NERD!” he yelled across the parking lot. Today was going to be a normal day, get through all your classes, spend lunch working on some prom things, finish school and go home to do more work. That was until you showed up at your locker, you had opened it and roses fell out all over your feet. You could feel your face get hot as everyone's eyes were on you now. Someone had cleared your throat, turning around you saw James smiling brightly with a bouquet of roses. 

“Will you  Y/F/N  Y/L/N, go to the Junior prom with me?” Saying it loud enough for everyone in the hallway to hear. If your face wasn’t already on fire it sure was now, you were stuttering over your words trying to figure out how to say yes. Deciding it best to simply shake your head, he grabbed your hand brushing his lips across your knuckles. 

He had written his number on your wrist before kissing it lightly. You couldn’t think about anything else all day, the way his lips felt against your knuckles were imprinted in your mind. During lunch you had sat in the back of the library reviewing, for the final time, everything. The list of those who bought tickets, art work, the locks, food, drinks, venue, and transportation for everything. Reggie had slipped in the seat next to you setting a canned iced tea in front of you. It was like clockwork, Reggie would come and eat lunch with you either making small talk or not talking at all. 

“So James asked you out?” he asked quietly unsure of how to approach the situation. 

“He asked me to the prom. I don’t know if that’s asking me out or just asking me to prom. But it doesn’t really matter because it's like James. Ya know?” You giggle softly allowing yourself to let go the tiniest bit. 

“Huh nice. Lucky guy. Well the boys and I are going to head out, practice and all. But Alex will come pick you up after school. See ya later.” grabbing his back he left you there alone.

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They say prom can either be the best night of your life or the worst night of your life.

Finally the day of prom had come, you were allowed to take the day off of school. So you spent the first half of it setting up at the venue, though there wasn’t a whole lot to do. You wanted everything to be perfect, you were so unknowingly anxious that your hands were shaking. The second half was you getting ready, previously you had texted James making sure he would be here at 6:00 pm so that you could go out to dinner beforehand. You were pinning back your hair and putting the final touches on your makeup. Clipping on the necklace the boys had collectively bought you for one of your birthdays, you were ready. Stepping into your dress that you had picked out specifically to match James’ shirt. But it wasn’t a big deal. 

You had gone downstairs and out to the garage, knocking quietly to alert your presence before walking in. Your shoes clicked against the hard ground as you moved further in. Spinning around to show off your outfit, hair, and make up. Luke began hooting and clapping while Bobby cat called. Feeling your face grow warm you stopped to face them smiling.

“Thank you, thank you very much!” Your smile couldn’t be brighter, and Reggie’s heart couldn’t be more broken. 

“You look amazing Y/N!” Reggie said softly. Alex looked as though he might cry, you were worried for a moment.

“My baby sister all grown up!” wiping the underside of his eye you fling a pillow at him.

“I’m only younger by a few minutes!” hearing the chorus of laughs to your response fills your heart. 

“Well dear baby sis, I hope you have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” You make a throwing up face.

“You wouldn’t do anything Alex.” 

“That’s that point! And call me if you need anything.” he stands up enveloping you in a hug. Even through the banter you could feel his nervousness, you both did all the big things together. He was there to help you if you needed it and you helped him. But you were alone now, and with that stupid James boy. Squeezing him back twice as hard you quickly kiss his cheek before stepping back.

“I am going to go wait inside, it’s cold out here. But I’ll stop in to let you know I'm leaving.”

You took your leave sitting in the living room waiting. Looking at the clock you saw it was 5:55, no need to worry some people don’t show up early. It’s alright no need to stress. While waiting you had decided to grab a book from upstairs. 

6:15, you could still make your reservation right? Plus maybe he needed a bit more time to get ready.

6:30, well you wouldn’t be able to get dinner now but you could still go to prom together. You were now bored with the book and just hoping that James hadn’t forgotten. Luke had walked in the house to grab some water but was startled when he saw you sitting at the kitchen counter. 

“Hey, what are you still doing here? Weren’t you supposed to go to dinner?” he asked while filling up his cup. 

“I was supposed to, but it doesn’t matter. The actual dance starts at 7.” You smile half-heartedly. 

7:15, there was the sound of a car driving down the street that had you jump to your feet, running outside. Seeing a limo drive down past, a figure stands up through the sunroof. You smile and wave when you realize it’s James, but then another body pops up next to him. Then she kisses him, and your heart drops. 

“Sorry baby, I thought you would catch on by now. Honestly, someone like me? With you? Never gonna happen.” he shouts from the car before connecting lips with the girl next to him, the car takes off. You sink to your knees feeling your heart sink with you. Tears are streaming down your face, making your makeup run. The makeup you had learned to do for this evening, that took you hours to perfect. 

Gaining the strength to stand, you practically drag yourself over to the garage. You could hear the sounds of their movie bouncing off the walls and could see the colors changing through the window. Pushing the door open it creaked, alerting all four boys of your presence. Alex whipped around as soon as he made eye contact with you he was on his feet rushing over to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you fell into him feeling defeated.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He tried to sound collected. But he had never seen you so distressed, even on your bad days.

“I-I don’t want to tal-talk about it. Pl-please.” you sniffled. You hadn’t even wanted a date in the first place, you were okay with going alone. But then James had to go and make the night awful.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk to us about it. But how can I help?” you could hear his poor heart practically beating out of his chest.

Reggie had come up behind you rubbing your back slightly, trying to calm you down the same way you had done for him so many times before. 

“I don’t know…” 

“Why don’t we go out and get some ice cream?” Luke stood in front of you.

“Yeah, and we can walk around the park for a bit. But only if you want.” Bobby added.  Looking around at your boys, you realized how much you loved them. 

“That sounds nice.” Smiling very smally. 

All the boys had loaded up in the car as Alex ran to get his wallet. Luke was sitting shotgun, Bobby behind the driver seat, Reggie behind Luke, and you in the middle. You laid your head on Reggie’s shoulder, sighing deeply. How could you’ve been so stupid? Honestly James? Interested in someone like you? What a joke.

You all had gotten ice cream, the boys having 2 scoops, whereas you had 3. Alex cut them off. To everyone at the ice cream shop you probably looked crazy, 4 tall boys 3/4 of which were dressed in dark colors; and a girl in a puffy dress all dressed up with her makeup running slightly with her legs kicked up on one of their legs. But to you, this was family. You couldn’t have asked for a better one, because you had just had one of the worst nights of your life, having your heart broken by something you hadn’t even wanted in the first place. But here you were sitting with your boys laughing over something stupid Luke had said with your legs kicked up over Alex’s legs. 

#Julie and the phantoms #sunset curve imagine #sunset curve x reader #mercer reader #alex mercer x sister!reader #luke patterson x reader #reggie peters x reader #bobby wilson x reader #fluffy #grace writes

[bangchanshehe]

Bodyguard Lee Pt. 2

You met a kind stranger wandering the streets of Athens who was willing to go out of his way to help you. But across the globe weeks later you cross paths with him again. Could having this many unexpected meetings be a happy coincidence or an ill-fated destiny?

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Three days later you were back in Seoul and unpacking your luggage. It had been the most exhausting and chaotic week of your life and you were happy that you were finally able to at least get back to your normal routines. And while things weren’t going to slow down for you any time soon you at least had more of a sense of normalcy.

You smiled to yourself as you unpacked all of your trinkets and threw your used clothes into the laundry. But most of all you were excited to see your mom and share with her the necklace that you had found for her while you were out looking for souvenirs. You thought back on that night and smiled to yourself.

The man that had helped you in Greece gave you such a good impression of the city that was so miserable for you so far. As the two of you drove past historical buildings and prominent locations he explained their significance. And any place that you wanted to go to he took you there with a smile on his face. by the end of the night you felt like the two of you had been friends who had met each other for the first time in a while as opposed to the strangers that you were. The two of you talked amongst yourselves and you found out that he was a Korean national who was working in Greece. Most importantly there was no pressure to act a certain way in front of him because of who you were, everything was completely natural instead. If it wasn’t for his assistance you would have gone back to your hotel empty handed and upset that you weren’t able to find anything to bring back. And In the end you weren’t able to get his last name to give him a proper thank you or even find him on social media but you would always remember his first name. Taemin.

“shit” you screeched out as the sound of your ringtone startled you out of your fond memories.

You pulled out your phone and took a deep breath before you answered the call from your manager. You couldn’t go a single hour without someone from your company trying to contact you about something. you had just gotten dropped off outside of your apartment less than 30 minutes ago, and you were happy that you were able to be in your own space once more. But now you were back to being the busy entertainer once more.

“hello?” you asked bitterly, not even bothering to conceal the disappointment and frustration in your voice.

“y/n, tomorrow morning the company wants to recruit some new security team members to travel with us while you go on tour. I’ve sent you their resumes so take a look and let me know who your top three are. They want to hire the new members as soon as possible so they can start their training.” Your manager quickly barked out before she hung up on you.

You pulled the phone away from your face and double checked that she really hung up on you, and the moment you confirmed you scoffed. What the hell… you thought to yourself. I guess she needs the time off as much as I do too.

You quickly opened up your email and looked at the recently received message and scowled. You had never hired someone before and you didn’t know what to look for in a resume to make an educated decision on who to hire. And you honestly didn’t care who would end up being on your security team as long as they would protect you and were professional.

You clicked on the message and opened the attachments to see ten resumes in total. You let out a sigh and meticulously went through each persons accomplishments and previous employment. Each one of them had a lot of strong accomplishments and experience that would make them valuable members. And you were completely at a loss as to who to choose until you looked at the last resume. He was last employed by the Korean ambassador who was stationed in Greece, he had lost of merits and rewards and he seemed to be very professional.

You grinned to yourself and mentally congratulated the man for being in the running. You scrolled up to see his name and information and your eyes almost jumped out of your head when you saw his application headshot.

“Taemin?” you asked out loud in complete disbelief.

The chances of this happening was slim to none. No, it was less than that. It was almost impossible.

But if his resume didn’t already speak for itself his helpfulness and courtesy of helping you in Greece did. You didn’t really care who the other two members would be, but you knew for a fact that you wanted Taemin as one of your members. It was the last thing that you could do for him since you weren’t ever able to properly thank him.

You immediately emailed your manager back that you didn’t care who the other two were but you absolutely wanted Taemin on your team, and then shut down your laptop. You were excited to see Taemin once more and congratulate him on getting the job. You imagined how shocked he would be to see you once more but this time as a prominent entertainer.

The next morning you got up with a smile. It felt good to sleep a normal amount of time and in your own bed again. You took your time enjoying your morning coffee and you relaxed as you got ready. You had opted to wear something more casual and comfortable for the day since you had worn such heavy and extreme clothes during your shoot.

when your manager had finally arrived at your apartment she gave you a call and you quickly grabbed your belongings and met her in your van.

“good morning” she said chipperly

“morning” you replied back

“today your schedule is a little tight” your manager said with a sorry tone “this morning we have a photoshoot for promotions, then you have a vocal and choreography training session. After a short lunch break you have an interview and then in the evening you have a meeting with the producers and event coordinators.”

You leaned forward towards your managers seat “will we have time to see the candidates for the security team?” you asked her hopeful that you would be able to greet Taemin on the team personally

Your manager hummed and looked at the clock “im not too sure what time their final interview is but with your schedule today its pretty unlikely.” She said

You sat back in your seat and let out a small sigh. It was too bad that you wouldn’t be able to see Taemin, but this was your life. Constantly missing out on the things that you want to do.

The time was currently 7pm and you were staring at the sunset as your day finally came to an end. You were waiting for your manager to pull your car around in the garage when you had made eye contact with someone who you didn’t expect to see.

“y/n-ssi” one of the directors called out to you.

You had immediately turned to him with a professional smile and bowed in greeting but inside you were dying. You had hoped that he was going to simply pass by you but instead he had stopped right next to you.

“I wanted to introduce you to the newest members of your security team.” He said holding a hand out towards the three men that were behind him.

Your eyes immediately widened and your attention was heightened. You didn’t think that seeing taemin would be possible today but you were gladly proven wrong.

“this is Seonghwa, Minho, and Kai” the director stated their names

As soon as you saw the faces of each of the new members your smile immediately turned into a frown. You had looked at each of the men and then up to the company director. Sure you had seen each of the men’s resumes and they were highly qualified, but if you had met any of them on the side of the road and asked for help you were sure that none of them could give you the same treatment as Taemin gave you in Greece.

“director, may I speak to you for a minute?” you asked him and he gave you a gesture to walk a distance away to speak. Once the two of you were a few yards away from the gentlemen you whispered your questions. “what happened to Taemin-ssi?” you asked “I really liked his resume and thought that he would be really good for the job.”

The director gave you a smile before he answered “we did too. His resume and previous employment was quite impressive. However, he wasn’t interested in a job that required leaving the country. He is interested in more of a regular full-time job in Korea.” He answered

You lowered your head and let out a small sigh. Although you were hopeful to run into him again it was understandable that he would want to stay in Korea since he had been in Greece for a while. And you couldn’t blame him for that. He probably also had a family in Korea that he missed dearly.

“I understand” you said to the director

The two of you shared a mutual look of agreement before you approached the new men once more.

“congratulations on joining the team.” You said to the men giving them a smile “ill be off now. have a good night”

The men politely bowed and responded with goodnight and get home safely. You had bowed back politely and then retreated to the parking garage where your manager would pick you up.

You hadn’t received a message from your manager yet that she had arrived but you wanted to get out of the building as quickly as possible. Your hopes of having taemin joining your team was a bummer, but you were more upset that you wouldn’t see him again more than anything.

It had felt like for the first time in a long time you were able to make a friend who wasn’t under any sort of impression or had expectations based on what your career was. And maybe you were reading too much into that night in Greece, but you really did feel like Taemin had become a friend. Or maybe it was just your brain creating a scenario out of nothing since you needed companionship so badly.

You had felt a tap on your shoulder and you had turned around without looking at the person. You were looking down at your feet when you had asked “can we stop at the convenience store before you drop me off at home?”

“sure. What do you need?” you heard a man’s voice asking back

You had immediately snapped your head up when you heard the voice that was so unfamiliar to you. You looked up at the mans face and was unable to recognize him past his black hat and mask that hid his facial features.

“im sorry, you must have the wrong person.” You said quietly and hid your face hoping that you could simply back away from the situation and wait inside for your manager.

“no, ive got the right person” he man said and his eyes crinkled in a smile

You looked him up and down and red flags went off and alarm bells rang in your head. The man pulled out a box cutter just far enough out of his jacket pocket for you to see as he pushed the blade out all the way.

“quietly, I want you to get into the car.” The man said in a scattered and panicked voice

You put your hands up and you began to take small shaky steps towards his car door. As you got closer the man circled around so he was no approaching you instead of you stepping towards him. When you opened the car door and sat down inside he began barking commands at you.

“put the ankle cuffs and handcuffs on.”

You nodded your head and you began to place the cuffs around your feet. But as tears sprung to your eyes and your hands began to shake you weren’t able to put on the cuffs as quickly as the man wanted you to.

“faster!” the man yelled and you began to sob

You tried to calm yourself down as you blinked away your tears and tried to focus. But the fear that swept through your body only made things worse.

How had no one seen you on the security cameras and come to help. What was taking your manager so long that she wasn’t here already. And why was this happening to you?

You had finally snapped the handcuffs on when you had heard a loud crunch and a body had hit the pavement next to you outside of the car. You looked down at the man who was now lying still and let out a loud sob when you saw the mans mask. When you realized that the danger was finally gone you looked up to who had saved you, and you completely lost control of your emotions.

Of all people who you had hoped would help you never did you imagine that it would be Taemin to your rescue.

#kpop #kpop series #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction #shinee #shinee taemin #taemin #lee taemin #taemin series #taemin smut #taemin scenarios #taemin imagine #taemin fanfiction

[amanda-teaches]

The Piers of Brooklyn

Marvel Fanfic

Summary: After moving in with the Avengers, Bucky finds himself struggling to let go of his past and find himself again. What he needs is a little help to remind him that he’s home.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2144

Warnings: A lot of emotions, self-doubt and a glimpse of PTSD from Bucky, bittersweet fluff. This is canon-divergent where Bucky joins the group right after CATWS instead of going on the run.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for Marvel, and I’m really excited about it. It was written for one of my favorite people, @pinknerdpanda​, and her Birthday Challenge. This story was inspired by the song Beyond by Leon Bridges, and the lyrics are interspersed within. It was also written from a request for my 2k challenge from my beautiful friend, @hannahindie​, who was amazing enough to read this over for me. I was a little nervous writing for a new character and a new fandom, so any feedback you have would be greatly appreciated. 

When Bucky first moved into the tower, he did everything he could to adjust, to put his past behind him, become just another member of the team.

He attended the parties, trained with the others, smiled through the group dinners. But, there was always something missing. No matter how hard he tried, a part of him always had his guard up, keeping him separate, walled off from the others. He didn’t know if it was to protect himself from everyone else, or to protect them from him.

Steve was his usual puppy dog self, assuring him that everyone had moved past what he’d done, that they knew it was the programming, not him. His therapist said the same thing, that it wasn’t him, he was powerless to stop it, but every time he looked in Stark’s eyes, he saw his parents. Every time Natasha handed him a cup of coffee or he ran with Sam, he re-lived all of his sins, everything he’d done to hurt them and so many others.

Steve could say that they’d forgiven him all he wanted, but the truth of it all was that Bucky hadn’t forgiven himself. How could he ever expect anyone else to?

So, he moved through his days on autopilot, a part of him always struggling to rediscover that piece of him he’d lost when he fell into that river all those years ago. He saw glimpses of it when he was around Steve, but it felt like seeing someone above water when you were drowning. Blurry and unreachable. It wasn’t until he met you that he felt like he could finally start swimming to the surface.

You moved into the tower a few months after Bucky, having been stationed in D.C. before that. You’d fought against HYDRA during the Battle at the Triskelion, working closely with Steve, Natasha, and Sam, but you’d never actually crossed paths with Bucky. When the fight was over, and Steve had brought Bucky back to New York for rehabilitation, you’d stayed behind in D.C. to deal with the fallout.

With S.H.I.E.L.D essentially disbanded, you found yourself out of a job, so Steve invited you to join the Avengers in their missions to combat the ever-present threat of HYDRA. You’d accepted, packing up your things and making the move up the coast to Manhattan.

You’d settled in easily at the tower, proving yourself a valuable asset on missions and becoming fast friends with the others in the downtime. But, what Bucky found the most interesting was how you’d reacted to him. All of the others, though polite, had initially been distant with him, slow to trust until he could show the Winter Soldier wasn’t who he was anymore. But, you were the exact opposite.

You’d gravitated towards him. The second you moved in, you’d made it a point to invite him to work out with you and include him in activities, both inside and outside the tower. Every movie night, you sat next to him. Every trip to the zoo, you dragged him with you. He knew you were trying to help him heal, get him to find the joy in the normalcy of life, but you never forced him. You were just right by his side, holding his hand the entire way.

It was his lifeline. You were his lifeline. And, he knew, no matter how strong everyone thought he was, one of the biggest reasons he was healing was you.

For months, the two of you continued this way, falling into a comfortable pattern between missions. But, every Saturday, Bucky would break the pattern, going off on his own for a few hours and leaving you behind.

He knew it drove you crazy. When this started, you’d ask what he was doing when he returned at night, but he never told you. He couldn’t tell you.

Eventually, you stopped asking, assuming it was something too personal, a wall he wasn’t ready to let down yet. But, you never stopped wondering where he disappeared to every Saturday. And, he knew it. It was the part of himself he held back, and he vowed that, someday, he’d find the courage to show it to you.

Don't wanna get ahead of myself

Feeling things I've never felt

It's kinda hard for me to explain

Her personality and everything

Brings me to my knees, oh

She shines me up like gold on my arm

Do you think I'm being foolish if I don't rush in?

It was a rainy February Saturday when Bucky finally, fully, let you in.

Most of the Avengers were occupied for the day, either out or working in different parts of the tower. You knew today was Bucky’s day to disappear for the afternoon, so you popped some popcorn and set yourself up in front of Tony’s wide-screen movie-theater-worthy tv. You’d just picked up the remote to dig in when Bucky appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the wooden frame.

“Hey!” you said, almost dropping your popcorn in surprise. “What’re you still doing here? I thought you’d left already.”

“Yeah, I was on my way.” He shot you a lop-sided grin, locks of his hair falling into his face. “I was wondering, maybe, you know if you weren’t busy, if you’d possibly want to come with me today.”

A rush of excitement flowed through you. You knew how important this alone time was to him and what it must have taken for him to ask you, so you knew how big of a deal this was. Plus, he looked so damn nervous, you couldn’t help but smile. “I thought no one was allowed to come with you, not even Steve.”

His grin wided, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re my one exception. You comin’ or not?”

You laughed at his teasing bravado, but you jumped up immediately, following him to the garage.

You both decided to take Bucky’s bike, and, with your arms wrapped securely around his waist and your cheek pressed against his back, the two of you zoomed in and out of the New York traffic. At some point, the traffic began to thin out and Bucky began to slow, but you weren’t quite sure where you were.

He drew to a stop by a wide stretch of grass, and you could see the water beyond the trees, but not much else. “Where are we?”

He grabbed the helmet from you, placing it on the bike beside his, and smiled softly. “Brooklyn.”

You expected more of an explanation, but Bucky just turned, starting to stride across the grass without saying anything more, not even waiting for you to follow him. 

Damn, was he frustrating.

You sighed and hurried after him, trying to take stock of your surroundings as you worked to keep up. Bucky was a super soldier, so about three of your steps equaled one of his, but he slowed when you neared him, giving you an opportunity to look around.

The grassy area was ending, opening up to the expansive view of New York Harbor in front of you. A pier stretched out to your right, and Bucky made a beeline for it, with you following. You could see the Statue of Liberty in the distance, with the Manhattan skyline and the East River beyond it.

The pier was relatively short, with wavy, black curves painted on the concrete and old-fashioned street lamps punctuating the railing. They turned on while you walked, signalling that night was approaching.

Bucky didn’t stop until he reached the end of the pier, sitting down at a bench by the edge, like you assumed he’d done dozens of times before. You waited a beat before joining him, sitting silently down by his side.

“This is Valentino pier,” he explained softly, breaking the silence. “Back when Steve and I were growing up here, it was called Red Hook. We’d sneak down here sometimes to mess around, watch the boats out in the harbor.” His voice dropped, an edge of sadness underlying it. “It looked a lot different back then.”

Realization hit you, and your heart ached for what he must have felt coming back here, reconciling his memories with how the world had changed. You knew he’d grown up in Brooklyn with Steve, but you’d never thought about the when. When he left here, it was 70 years ago for you, but almost yesterday for him.

“When Steve first brought me back,” he continued, his face remaining expressionless to mask the emotion you could hear in his voice, “it took me a while to come back here. But, my therapist thought it would be good, cathartic or something, so eventually, I worked up the nerve. My old neighborhood had almost completely changed. It felt familiar, but different somehow, like I didn’t really belong anymore.”

You didn’t say anything, just reached out and grabbed his hand, holding it in your lap.

“The first time I came, I just wandered the streets for hours, trying to find something that felt like home. There were things I recognized, but nothing felt quite right, not ‘til I found this. It’s funny, because this whole park wasn’t even here when I was, but this view...” He gestured in front of him, motioning at the sunset that was brewing over the Harbor. “This felt like home. Coming here, I finally started to feel like me again.”

He looked over at you, a ghost of a smile crossing his face. “You know, I came here right before I shipped out.” He gulped, his eyes darkening. “That last night.”

You squeezed his hand gently, wishing you could take some of this weight on for him. “I thought you went to the Stark Expo?”

“I did,” he nodded. “But, the next morning, before sunrise, I came here, to the harbor. I watched the docks awaken, the ships begin to sail out as the sun rose over the horizon, breathing in the Brooklyn air one last time before I reported.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “I think I knew then I wasn’t coming home.”

You placed your free hand on his cheek, pulling his attention away from the dropping sun and over to you. “Bucky, you did come home. You survived. This sunset? This air? It’s the same you felt in 1943. You’re home, Buck.”

The relief on his face was soft, almost unrecognizable, but it was there. You let out a breath at the sight, unaware that a part of you had been holding that breath for months, waiting for this exact moment.

Looking away from him and out towards the water, you kept his hands in yours, the two of you sitting in silence as the sun sank down into the harbor in the distance, the dusk settling into a still darkness.

He began to rub his thumb across the inside of your palm, and you smiled, turning back to study his profile. His face hadn’t changed, but it looked lighter somehow, more relaxed than you’d ever seen. You didn’t know if that was from the view or…

“Buck, why did you ask me to come with you today? Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you did, but this place seems very personal to you, and I’m just…”

His eyes snapped over to meet yours, the shifting blues churning as they scanned yours. “Just what?”

Your eyes dropped to his lips for the barest of seconds before jumping back to his eyes. “A colleague.”

Bucky’s entire face softened, and he pulled his hand from yours, resting it on your thigh. “You think that’s all you are? Jesus, Y/N…” He lifted his other hand, running it slowly through your hair. “You’re so much more than that.”

Everything in you soared at his words, and you ached to lean in and kiss him senseless, but you held back. He’d let you in, but you knew he was still fragile. He wasn’t ready for that, at least not yet.

“You’re more than that to me too, Buck,” you whispered, and his whole face lit up. For the first time since you knew him, he surprised you by pulling you into a hug, his strength and warmth enveloping you. He rested your head on his shoulder and gripped you tightly to him, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

But, you weren’t going anywhere. No matter how long it took, or what demons he had to fight, you were with him, for the long haul. “Come on, Buck,” you whispered, shifting back to look him in the eye. “Let’s go home.”

Do you think I'm being foolish if I don't rush in?

I'm scared to death that she might be it

That the love is real, that the shoe might fit

She might just be my everything and beyond

Thank you so much for reading!!! Since I’m new to the Marvel fandom, I wasn’t quite sure who to tag for this. I’m tagging the people who expressed interest, but if you would me to tag you in future Marvel fics, please send me an ask! My Marvel tags will be separate from my Supernatural tags.

Also, if you enjoyed this, I would really appreciate if you could please reblog, because I would love to reach as many people as I can. THANK YOU!

@pinknerdpanda @hannahindie​ @emoryhemsworth​ @okay-maybe-i-like-marvel-too​ @im-a-light-child​ @clarinette07​ @mysterious-398​  

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[jamielea81]

Conversations

Chapter 9

Description: You accompany your friends on a day trip to Animal Kingdom Theme Park where you meet Scott Evans by chance. This one afternoon leads to a year long friendship with both Chris and Scott over text messages and phone calls.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Slightly NSFW - nothing graphic, but 18+ only please. Also cursing per the usu and fluff! 

Word Count: 5,000

A/N: I know nothing about the lives of the Evans family and mean no harm. This is purely fiction and for fun. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! The tag list is now closed. Each chapter tends to get reblogged from me a few times, so if you’re following me, you can’t miss it.

*Italics are internal thoughts

Catch up with chapter 8

****

With worn leather carry-on bag in hand, you made your way to the pickup area of the airport. Since you were only staying for two nights, you found no need to check a bag. Granted your carry-on was stuffed to capacity. You needed options. It’s summer in New York and it’s hot. You packed a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, a dress, two blouses, two shoe options besides the ones you were wearing, two new bra and panty sets because, well, we all know why, and a new pajama shorts and t-shirt set. You were currently dressed in jeans, a green V-neck tee, and flats. Depending on what Chris’ plans were, you’d change.

You spotted the driver easy enough. He was lined up with a dozen others, but he held up a white page of printer paper with your last name in big black letters going across it.

“Y/N?” he asked.

“That’s me,” you said with a smile.

“I’m John and will be your driver today. Allow me to take your bag.” John’s hand extended and you quickly passed the bag to him.

Following behind him to a parking garage, the two of you made your way to waiting black Town Car. He opened the backseat door for you to get in and promptly shut it before placing your bag in the trunk.

“Your hotel is quite nice. It over looks the park,” John said, looking at you in the rear view mirror as he drove.

You smiled and nodded in return. You had been to New York once, but that was years ago and your hotel was situated nowhere near Central Park.

Pulling up to the Park Lane Hotel, John quickly got out of the vehicle while one of the doormen opened your door.

“Checking in?” the man asked.

“Actually, she’s meeting another party who has already checked in,” John replied. “Would you like to take your own bag or do you require assistance?”

Reaching for your bag, you took it from John’s hands. “I think I can handle it. But thank you.”

“Here is your room key as well as the room number. I hope you enjoy your trip,” John said, handing you a crisp white envelope.

“Thank you, John,” you said.

**

Despite being on the forty sixth floor, the elevator ride was quite quick. Finding room 4630 was another story. The floor was a maze of rooms. Even with various signs posted to the walls with room numbers listed pointing in all directions, you still struggled to find the correct hall. You were sweating and regretting not accepting the assistance that was offered for your measly carry-on bag.

Reaching the correct room, you took a breath and knocked. After a reasonable amount of time, you knocked again. Yes, you had a room key, but Chris had already checked in and you didn’t want to barge in. He could have someone in the room with him or he could be coming out of the shower. Well that second scenario wouldn’t be so bad to walk in on.

Mind out of the gutter, Y/N.

With no answer, you leaned your ear against the door but didn’t hear a peep.

“This is silly,” you said out loud.

Grabbing the room key from the envelope, you touched it to the door, making the reader flash green. Opening the door, you could see the hall light was on, but the rest of the room was dark.

“Chris?” you called out.

With no reply, you proceeded into the room, flicking the switch just past the hallway that opened into a sitting type room. With lights on, you could now see the room was more of a two-room suite. The room you walked into had a cream colored couch and two upholstered light blue chairs as well as a dark stained dining table with four chairs. The floor to ceiling curtains were closed, so even with the light on, the room was very dim. Dropping your bag to the floor, you walked to the window, pulling one panel of the curtain across and then proceeding to pull the second. Light filtered into the room, but your eyes were locked to the view. Central Park laid before you in all its lush green glory. From the forty sixth floor, you could see the whole park. Not wanting to leave your view, you walked over to the dinning table to grab a chair to drag closer to the window.  It’s there that you saw another white envelope with your name across the front. Flipping it over, you pulled the tucked in flap out, and pulled out the small sheet of hotel stationary.

Hi Sweetheart,

I have a couple of meetings this morning, but should be back around 2. If you’re hungry, order whatever you like from room service. When I get back, let’s take a walk through the park and grab dinner.

I’m sorry I’m not there to greet you, but I’m so happy you are here.

See you soon.

Chris

Your tummy fluttered at his words. It was becoming a more common sensation for you.

It was almost noon and lunch sounded like a solid plan. Grabbing the room service booklet from the side table next to the couch, you sat down and relaxed into probably one of the nicest pieces of furniture you have ever had the pleasure of sitting in. Usually hotel furniture was built to last which often meant it was hard. This couch was plush. You made a mental note not to eat while sitting on it.

**

With your stomach full from the sandwich and side of kettle chips you ordered, you decided to check out the rest of the suite. The doors to the bedroom were opened to reveal a pristine four poster bed. You had to bite back that urge to jump on to it. It was just to pretty to mess up. An over sized dresser tucked against the wall in front of the bed had a large flat screen television mounted to the wall above it. The bathroom and a large walk-in closet were within the bedroom. Taking a quick look in the closet, you see that Chris has neatly hung his things and stored his bag. Deciding that after taking a look in the bathroom, you’d do the same, especially since everything was stuffed into your bag. The bathroom is rather large with a glass shower and large soaking tub. Four glass jars full of various bath salts and scents line the vanity. You’re really tempted to take a bath, but Chris would be coming back soon.

You head back into the living room and let yourself fall onto the couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table before you lay back. Despite it being the end of June, Home Alone 2 is on. Since it takes place in New York, you keep it on and distract yourself until you get to see Chris again.

**

“Sweetheart.” There’s a gentle hand sweeping across your forehead. “Sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.”

Your eyes flutter open to a glorious sunset. Well, it’s not the sunset exactly, it’s Chris Evans which is close enough. He’s bathed in orange and pink hues from the floor to ceiling window displaying the last of the day’s sun.

“There she is,” he coos, hand moving down to your cheek.

“Hi,” you whisper. “What time is it?”

“It’s late. Well, later than I wanted to get back. It’s almost eight thirty.” He’s kneeling on the carpet in front of you, the back of one of his hands resting on your cheek.

Your eyes open wide. “Eight thirty? I didn’t think I was that tired. I can’t believe I slept for so long.”

Chris chuckles and shakes his head slightly. “Why are you so tired beautiful?”

You feel the heat instantly rise to your cheeks and you wonder if he can feel it. You bite your bottom lip, turning the corners of your mouth up.

“Well, I had trouble sleeping last night. And maybe, just maybe, it’s because a tiny part of me was nervous to see you.”

“Is that so?” He’s grinning now, eyes crinkling and you’re just wishing he would lean in the twelve inches that separates your faces.

“M’fraid so. Apparently, you have that effect on me,” you said softly.

Then it happens. His nose brushes against yours as his warm breath cascades down to your lips. His bottom lip catches your top and he holds it there. Soft and still and you have the urge to pull him closer. Slowly his lips begin to move in tandem with yours, as you struggle to remember to breathe. Your tongue peeks out a slightly and you feel him smile against your mouth before reciprocating the action. Both of his hands have made their way to your face, holding you still while your mouths do the work. Fingers work their way up from his biceps, lightly scratching the back of his neck, and then finely running through his soft locks. Chris lets out a small moan and you mentally lock that bit of information away. He pulls back slightly kissing you once, and then twice before rubbing his nose against yours. You’re breathing softly, but it’s heavy.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said, voice dry and deep.

“Me too,” you reply, sitting up slightly to peck his lips.

He smiles a big closed mouth dopey grin that you can’t help returning.

**

It’s completely dark before the two of you venture out of your suite. Chris has changed from the button down and slacks to jeans and a gray graphic tee from some tech brand you haven’t heard of before.

Dinner is enjoyed in the Park Room Restaurant housed within the comfort of the hotel. Neither of you wanting to travel far, especially you, still in that “I just woke up from a nap and had the breath kissed out of me” mood. Since it’s late, the restaurant is quiet. The staff seats you in the back, away from most prying eyes.

“It’s not so bad here, in New York, I mean. There’s lots of actors and musicians that live here, so people get pretty used to seeing ‘em. You still get paps, but it’s not as bad as L.A.”

You nod your head in understanding. “A little more freeing I bet.”

Chris nods this time. “In Mass, it’s even easier. Hardly ever get filmed there. It’s just…easy there. I’d like to spend more time there. My house is having some remodeling done, but I’d like to be there close to full time before next year.”

The server stops by, delivering your entrees to the table. Everything is pretty on the plate. Three different colored sauces create a beautiful summer palette to the eyes. If the restaurant wasn’t so dim lighted, you’d take a picture with your phone. Chris needed to learn how cheesy you are.

“How does that work, work wise? If you’re in Boston, are you having to fly off somewhere each week?”

Chris covers his mouth with his hand as he’s still chewing. You let out an abrupt laugh. “Sometimes, most stuff is handled by my manager or agent otherwise it’s over the phone.” He lowers his hand and continues. “So, unless I’m working, I’m just home.”

“Well, I’m glad. You need time to just chill. Scott says you tend to stress yourself out a little.” Chris smiles but shakes his head. “What?! I’m sure he tells you stuff about me.”

“Maybe,” he said coyly.

“Maybe.” You shake your head. “You Boston boys.”

“Boston boys. Well, I’m pretty sure you like Boston boys.”

He’s so cocky but he pulls it off because of that damn charming smile.

Chris takes your hand and brings it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it.

“Yeah, I do,” you mumble out.

**

The bed in the room is every bit of heaven you imagined it would be. Layer upon layer of cotton goodness line the already soft mattress. The two of you are laying side by side in your pajamas watching old episodes of The Office on cable. Chris is dressed in a plain white t-shirt with flannel black and red pajama pants that you’re pretty sure he’s wearing for your benefit. Your face is sans makeup which had you feeling a bit uncomfortable at first until Chris told you that you looked beautiful. He has a way of always making you feel that way.

“I think you should direct the Michael Scarn movie,” you said bluntly, turning to face him.

Chris lets out loud chuckle.

“Really?” he says slowly. “Is that right? You think it’s ready for the big screen?” he asked between laughs.

“Well, I feel like it’s a story that can touch all audiences. However, it’s real think piece that relates to today’s youths,” you replied.

“Anyone ever tell you that you should go into politics? Your mouth is very influential.”

“My mouth, huh?” you asked with a smirk.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow kiss. Chris’ arm wrapped around you, pulling you to him so that your chest was pressed against his. While the kiss was slow, your heart rate certainly was not. He was letting you take charge by allowing you to set the speed. You licked into his mouth earning a groan from him that only urged you on. The kiss broke while you moved to straddle him. Leaning forward you kissed his lips, his chin, then his neck. Chris took ahold of your face, bringing your lips back to his. His other hand went to the back of your head as he held you in place, taking control once again. He slowed down the pace, kissing you soft and slow while still keeping that firm grasp on the back of your head. Chris sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a moan from you. You ground down on him, causing him to release your lip. He kissed you chastely before pushing his forehead against yours. The two of you pressed together breathing heavy.

“I think we should maybe slow it down,” Chris said softly.

You nodded your head as you eased yourself off of him. Really, you wanted to do anything but slow it down. For once you knew exactly what you wanted, but just by him saying he wanted to slow down, you went right back to doubting everything once again. Now you were completely turned on with no outlet.

Once again you were side by side, both sets of eyes on the TV watching Jim and Dwight bicker.

“So, Threat Level Midnight, huh?” he asked.

You gasped out a laugh, swatting his chest with the back of your hand. “Dork.”

“Back to that are we?” he asked.

“Watch the show,” you said, bumping your elbow against his arm.

**

Like a cliché scene from a movie, you woke to the sun filtering through a part of the curtains that didn’t quite close and something, or rather someone poking your backside. Who were you to complain? Chris held you close, his soft breath warming your neck. You started to gently play with his fingers that hugged your middle. It was one of the things you never paid much attention to. You felt like you knew his voice inside and out. His eyes and smile were set to memory from all of your Facetime sessions over the last month or so. But his hands were a work of art in their own right.

“What are you doin’? he mumbled into your hair.

It was a good thing he wasn’t facing you because there was no doubt, he would see the embarrassment in your face.

“I’m just trying to hold your hand?” you said with a shrug.

“Okay Sassy.” He kissed your shoulder. “C’mere.”

You turn to face him and he immediately pulls you close, kissing your forehead and then the top of your head.

“I have a meeting at eleven, but I won’t be long. Nothing like yesterday. We’ll actually make it to the park today,” he laughs out.

“Sounds good to me,” you said as you buried your face into his chest.

**

Central Park was larger than you remembered it. The two of you had been walking for over an hour, just taking in greenery. Chris had a ballcap on his head and shades on his face. To your surprise, no one had approached him. Sure, there could be photographers following you both, but you didn’t see them and Chris seemed relaxed. Not long after you reached the park, he reached for your hand and hadn’t let go.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Chris asked.

You pulled him to a bench and sat down, him raising his eyebrows at you before taking a seat. He took your hand again, resting it on his knee.

“Honestly, I’m up for anything. I’m just happy we were able to meet up.”

Chris released your hand, putting his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer. He hummed and then kissed your temple.

“Is it too soon to ask when I can see you again?” he asked.

You turned your head to face him. He had a smile on his face and you wished in that moment you could see his eyes.

“Never,” you whispered.

Chris scoffed and it made you pull back, wondering what was wrong.

“You never want to see me?” he said with mock hurt.

“God, you’re a brat.” You shook your head and bumped him with your shoulder. “You know that’s not what I meant! I said it’s never too soon to ask to see me again.”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder again and pulled you to him so that you were almost embracing in a hug.

“Oh! Is that what you meant?” A teasing tone in his voice.

“You know damn well,” you responded back, pouting your lips even though he couldn’t see you.

Chris’ face was close to yours and for a moment you thought he was going to lean in to kiss you, but he pulled back a bit and kissed your temple again instead.

**

Dinner was spent at Sarabeth’s Central Park South. Neither of you had eaten there before but it was conveniently located near the hotel and had great reviews. You changed into the green shift dress you packed, pairing it with a heeled leather sandal. Chris dressed in jeans and light blue button-down shirt. The color made his eyes pop, but really what didn’t?

“So, what’s the next project you have coming up?” you asked.

Chris had finished filming the new Apple TV series but was mum on the plot. It wasn’t set to air for several months and it hadn’t been promoted yet.

“Not a lot, least not for a while.”

You beamed at his response. If Chris’ schedule wasn’t packed, perhaps he’d have time for you.

“Maybe a trip to Orlando in your future?”

You hoped there wasn’t any desperation in your voice.

“Perhaps. There’s a woman I know that lives there. And I kind of like her,” he said, voice low to keep the conversation between you two.

“Kind of? Orrrrr?” you asked.

Reel it back, Y/N.

Chris chewed on his lip and kept you waiting for a few seconds longer than you would have liked.

“I really like you sweetheart. You’re important to me and I want to make the most of our time together. This little getaway isn’t the last by a long shot.”

You gulped and you know he saw it, but that didn’t matter. You reached across the table and took his hand in yours, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb.

“You’re important to me too and I wish we hadn’t wasted so much time.”

“Can’t think about it that way. This happened when it was meant to happen and I’m enjoying getting to know you in this new way,” he replied.

You smiled at his words and nodded your head in agreement.

**

You plopped down in the bed, letting out a groan.

Chris chuckled from across the room at your display.

“Not even going to change into your PJs?”

“Would you laugh if I said my feet hurt and I really don’t want to get up again?” you asked.

Chris walked to the side of the bed, sticking his hand out.

“Give me your foot. I’ll take your shoes off.”

Heat instantly flooded your face and neck, but you obliged offering him one foot and then the other. Once both were off, you lowered your legs back to the bed and looked up to see a Chris with an easy-going smile. He moved to sit next to your laying body, you scooting over to give him room. Chris turned on his side facing you, using his elbow to support his head.

“Hi,” you said softly.

“Hi beautiful,” he replied just as soft.

His warm hand met your bare knee, playing with the hem of your dress lightly with his fingers. Each second he grew more adventurous as he eased his hand further past the hem. Your hand reached out to his neck as your fingers swept through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. It was your silent gesture that this soft moment between the two of you was fine.

He leaned forward, capturing your lips with his as his hand slipped up your thigh till it reached the lace of your panties. Goosebumps erupted down your body and you had no doubt he could feel them on your thigh. Your other hand instinctively went to his chest. Slowly you lowered it down to his waist until you reached his belt. You pulled on it, never parting from the kiss until you felt it loosen.

Chris pulled back and your stomach dropped, worried he going to suggest that the two slow down.

“I want to make you feel good,” he whispered against your lips. The hand disappeared from under your dress to grab your own. He brought it to his lips before placing it on your stomach. “Is that alright?”

Your lips quirked up into a small smile. “Yes, I’d like that.”

Chris’ hand found your bare skin again, slowly sliding up your thigh until he reached your panties. His lips were back on yours as he pulled them to the side and his fingers began to caress you.

**

Waking up to a boxer clad Chris in your bed was not a bad way to wake up. Your only regret was that you were leaving today. Grabbing your phone off the night stand, you checked the time. It was nine in the morning and you didn’t have to leave for the airport until around one.

“Why are you awake?” came Chris’ groggy voice.

“I have to leave today,” you pouted, tossing your phone to the side. You slid closer to him, curling up against his side, fingers drawing circles on his hairy chest.

“I know, baby, but we still have some time. Let’s just stay in bed until it’s time to head to the airport,” he offered.

Chris wasn’t flying home, but he insisted on going with you to the airport. He’d be in New York for one more night. Too bad you had to be in the office tomorrow. Really, you could have called in sick or taken another day off, but you really wanted to save that time for future trips, especially now that you felt there would be future trips.

“Sounds good to me,” you hummed into his shoulder.

Chris leaned in to kiss the top of your head before lowering back to the pillow and pulling you closer. After a few minutes, his breathing evened out and you knew he was asleep. You blindly reached for your phone that you haphazardly threw on the mattress. After a few attempts you were able to locate it, quickly setting an alarm for an hour later before setting it next to you and closing your eyes.

This is definitely something I could get used to.

**

Chris had ordered a later breakfast via room service after your alarm woke the two of you up. He slipped on his jeans from last night as well as a t-shirt much to your disappointment. Of course, you didn’t expect him to answer the door in just his underwear, but you already missed the view.

Chris wheeled the cart into the bedroom, stopping in front of the bed.

“Your breakfast madame,” he said, bowing with one arm held out.

You chuckled at his display as you crawled on your knees to the end of the bed. You were dressed in just a t-shirt and the panties he became quite familiar with last night.

“I think you should take your clothes off,” you said.

“Take my clothes off?” he chuckled out. “I thought you wanted food.”

“I do, but I think you’ll be a lot more comfortable in just your boxers. After all, I’m only in my underwear. It’s only fair, Chris,” you reasoned.

He shook his head, but followed your request and started to strip, much to your delight.

**

After breakfast in bed and a few shared kisses, you contemplated showering for the day. Showering meant getting out of bed and out of each other’s arms as well as getting dressed. You were content just to stay where you were, and with Chris’ holding you tight, you figured he was too.

Tilting your head up, you rubbed your nose against his, causing Chris to hum.

“This is nice,” you said against his lips.

“It is.”

Bringing your lips to his, you kissed him soft and slowly. Your lips were barely touching, but it felt so much more intimate. Chris’ hand drafted down to your butt, smoothing his hand over it before giving it a squeeze. You chuckled into his neck before bringing your face back up to his. The two of you looked softly into each other’s eyes. You brought your hand up to his chin, letting your fingers drag through his beard.

“I wanna be with you,” you said.

“Yeah?” he asked, understanding the meaning behind your words.

“Yeah. I want you.”

Where this boldness was coming from, you weren’t sure. But in that moment, you wanted him completely.

Chris kissed you hard, pushing you on your back. He lifted the hem of your t-shirt over your breasts and took a hard nipple into his mouth before letting it go. You sat up briefly so that he could pull it off of your head. His lips met yours as you ran your hands down his bare back. He was flailing around a bit and took you a moment to realize he was trying to take off his boxers without breaking your kiss.

You giggled into his mouth and pushed him off you slightly. Chris gave you a worried look that ended as soon as your hands were pulling his boxers the rest of the way down.

“Condoms?” you asked.

You’d been on birth control off and on over the years but had gone back on it when you and Ethan were together. Since you and Chris were barely a thing, you wanted to be safe until you talked about it. To your relief Chris nodded and got off the bed, displaying his bare ass to you.

“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” you joked.

Chris kept his backside to you, but looked over his shoulder and gave you a wink. He disappeared into the closet for a minute, returning with a foil packet in his hand. He gave you a big grin and wiggled his eyebrows.

“What?” you asked coyly, smile still on your face.

Before you could ask again, he jumped on the bed, landing on his knees and attacking you with fast moving fingers and lips over your face and neck, leaving you in a fit of giggles.

**

In the back of John’s Town Car, you were settled close to Chris.

“I have like three text messages from Scott and one missed call,” you said, scrolling through your phone.

“Yeah, I have a few too,” Chris said looking at his phone.

Scott: What are you doin’?

Scott: Did you buy me a souvenir?

Scott: Why aren’t you answering your phone???

Oh Scott.

“I’ll just call him,” you said.

“No, let’s Facetime him,” Chris said, clicking on the contact for Scott on his phone.

Scott’s face appeared a few seconds later.

“You guys are alive! Geez, that only took like three hours.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Chris replied.

“We’re going to the airport,” you said sadly, bottom lip sticking out. Chris kissed your cheek and you immediately dropped the pout.

“Fly to Boston!” Scott shouted.

You shook your head. “Can’t. Work awaits.”

“Fineeee. It’s a standing invitation, so whenever,” he replied.

“That goes for me too,” Chris said, kissing your lips.

“You guys are gross,” Scott said.

“And I don’t even care,” you replied.

“What were you guys doing anyway? Since neither of you answered your phones?” Scott asked, eyebrows raised.

You looked at Chris, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible.

“We were busy. Mind ya business,” Chris replied.

You let out a big laugh and looked away from the camera.

“Busy?” Scott asked. “Interesting. You guys are gross.”

It was Chris’ turn to laugh.

**

John parked in short term parking so that you and Chris could say goodbye with out a crowd of people and honking cars. He popped the trunk when Chris told him he would help you with your bag.

The two of you stood at the trunk, neither speaking. You pulled him into a hug when you couldn’t find the words to say. Chris kissed your neck and you let out a sigh.

“I didn’t think it would be this hard,” you mumbled into his neck.

Chris pulled away and kissed your lips.

“We’ll make it work. I promise you. I’m not giving you up. I’m not giving us up,” he said.

You nodded and kissed him.

“We will. I just wish I could see you more often. I feel lucky enough that I just saw you last month.”

Chris pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple. “We’ll come up with a plan. A schedule.”

“Okay,” you said softly. “We’ll make it work.”

A nearly three hour plane ride would be a good time to start to come up with that plan.

Chapter 10

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I’ve Been Waiting For You - Chapter 5: Honey, Honey

series masterlist

Pairing: modern!poe x reader

Warnings: mentions of past abusive relationship, mentions of cancer. FLUFF. 

Word Count: 3386

Song Link: Honey, Honey

A/N: I may lag a bit in posting this week, I am getting my wisdom teeth pulled tomorrow and will most likely be spending the week recovering! I’ll try my best to work on the next chapter though in hopes that it'll distract me from the pain. Don’t forget to listen to the song, per usual! Feedback and comments greatly appreciated, and tag list is open!

Summary: You and Poe go to the beach and Poe talks to you about how he feels. 

I’ll pick you up at 11.

That’s so early for just a walk on the beach...

Maybe I have more planned.

You bit your lip to bite back a smile. You thought you would be meeting Poe later in the evening for dinner on the shore and then a walk down the beach, and although you wouldn’t admit it, you were hoping he had planned more. Knowing he had a whole day planned made your stomach flutter.

Is that so?

Maybe

Okay, Dameron. I’ll see you at 11.

You put your phone back in your pocket as you continued to work, organizing books. A group of middle schoolers had come by and basically made a mess of the entire store, leaving books all over the place and putting them on the incorrect shelves. It was your turn to reorganize since Tallie was at the register.

“What are you smiling at?” Leia peeked around the aisle to find you smiling as you dusted off another book, placing it on its appropriate shelf.

You just shook your head, a smile still lingering on your face. “Just thinking”

“About Poe?” She smiled, handing you another book to put away.

Leia could see right through you. She knew how much you liked being around Poe. She would notice your entire face light up every time Poe would visit the store, and she also noticed how much Poe could be himself around you, which was actually quite different from him. He always put on a mask around other girls, but not you. She wouldn’t tell you that, though.

You laughed softly. “Yeah. We have a date tomorrow.”

Leia grinned, “See? I told you that you know what you want.”

With that she walked away, leaving you to continue working with the same smile plastered on your face.

--

The day of your date, you woke up around 9am to shower and get ready. It was pretty warm outside and hardly a cloud in the sky. You wore a similar outfit to the one you wore to the club a couple weeks ago along with your swimsuit underneath. You weren’t sure if you would go in the water, but you wore it just in case.

Poe texted you around 10:30 as you were still getting ready.

Mornin sunshine. Going to starbucks then i'll head to your place. Whatcha want?

Your date hadn’t even started yet and you were already blushing. The fact that Poe had called you sunshine and was going to pick you up breakfast continued to prove the gentleman he really was. You had no doubt he was so kind, it just took you a few weeks and Leia to knock some sense into you that he was nothing like Kyle.

You don’t have to get me anything!

I know I don’t. But i'm gonna anyway. Quick, i'm next in line.

You chuckled to yourself before responding.

I’ll have a java chip frappe with peppermint :)

Got it. Pick you up soon.

You swore your smile hadn’t left your face since work yesterday.

You finished gathering up your things while you waited for Poe to pick you up. You threw a towel, some sunscreen, a change of clothes, a water bottle and some chapstick in your bag. You looked in your desk drawers for your sunglasses when you came across that matte blue notebook.

Hesitantly, you picked it up. You knew you shouldn’t open it right before going on your date. Your memories of Kyle had already messed up one interaction with Poe, you didn’t want them to mess up another.

The notebook had hundreds of pages full of your emotions towards Kyle. Emotions, feelings and thoughts you had never told anyone before. Thoughts that were holding you back. That kept you holding on to New York.

You heard a honk which let you know that Poe was outside. You grabbed your beach bag and the blue notebook, calling out to Rey and Rose to tell them you were leaving.

As you left, you tossed your notebook into the trash bin that sat right by your front door. You let out a sigh of relief as you got into Poe's car. Good riddance.

“Well hello there.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee before handing your frappuccino. He had beautiful eyes, but boy did he look good wearing sunglasses.

“Hi” You laughed, taking it from him. “Thank you. How much do I owe you?”

“Seriously?” You glanced at him in confusion. “We’re on a date. You don’t owe me anything.” He set his cup in the cupholder and pulled out of the apartment complex.

The fact that you felt nervous was silly. You had been spending a lot of time with Poe since you arrived in Florida. He allowed you to be yourself and he was starting to feel like a best friend. Sure, you would go to lunch or hang out, but it was never labeled as a date like today. Poe was giving you butterflies.

The drive to the beach was comfortable. Poe had put the windows down and turned the radio on, turning it up just enough so that you two could sing karaoke with the music. Your hair flew in front of your face as you looked out the window and you pushed it out of the way, even though it continued the entire ride. Poe frequently glanced over at you as he drove, the corner of his lips turning up to a soft smile.

Thirty minutes later and Poe was pulling into a parking garage right across from Fort Lauderdale beach. “Why didn’t we just go to miami beach?” You asked as you sipped the last of your frappuccino.

He shrugged as he turned off the ignition, smiling at you. “I wanted to try something different.”

You both got out of the car, Poe going to open the trunk to grab what looked like a picnic basket along with a beach umbrella. He handed you another bag that had a blanket, towels, and a change of clothes.

“Making me carry your things, are we?” You teased as he closed the trunk, locking the car.

He smirked and headed out of the parking garage without saying a word. This was going to be a long day, and boy were you excited.

You had eventually found a nice spot on the beach far enough away from the crowds of people, but still close enough so it wasn’t like you had the beach to yourself. You wouldn’t mind if you did, though.

You set down the bags and put up the umbrella while Poe laid out the red and white checkered blanket. You took off your shoes, placing them in your beach bag so they wouldn’t get sand in them.

You sat down beside Poe, his tanned skin gleaming perfectly from the sun directly above the two of you.

“So. What do we have planned today?” You watched him place the picnic basket in his lap and he opened it to reveal a display of foods and drinks.

He began to take out small sandwiches, bags of chips, cups of fruit and cookies. You bit your lip to hold back a smile, the thought that he had put this together by himself made your cheeks heat up.

“Well, I figured we would eat first. Then we could go into the water or tan a bit. Walk the shore. If you aren’t too tired maybe we could watch the sunset.” He handed you a can of soda that you cracked open right away.

You took a sip of your soda before placing it in your lap. “I’m cool with staying to watch the sunset.”

He grinned widely. “Cool.”

You smiled back as he handed you a sandwich.

“Did you make these?” You unwrapped the foil it was covered with before taking a bite.

“Sure did.” He paused as though he felt guilty.  “Well, Finn helped me. By helped me I mean that he made them and I wrapped them with foil.”

You covered your mouth as you let out a laugh, trying not to spit out your food.

“Look,” He chuckled, swallowing his bite of the sandwich, “I don’t know how to make sandwiches look...presentable. I wanted them to look nice. Finn has a gift-.”

“In sandwich making?” You took another bite of your sandwich, a smile plastered on your lips.

He rolled his eyes and continued to eat. You admired how Poe was trying so hard. You could care less about how a sandwich looked, especially when you were just having a picnic. But Poe was different. He was going to do everything he could to capture your heart. He was doing a damn good job.

You two talked for what seemed like hours, typical between the two of you. You had only known Poe for about a month and a half, but you felt as though you had known him forever. Even after that incident at the bar and the encounter at the bookstore the next day, you still felt relaxed and comfortable with him. Things weren’t awkward between you two.

About an hour and a half into your conversations, you noticed Poe’s arms starting to redden.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” You asked him concerned. You glared at his bicep, which was only half covered by his t-shirt. You really didn’t know if you were staring at it because it was sunburnt or because it was massive.

He looked at his arms before he swore under his breath, grabbing the sunscreen bottle from his bag.

You let out a small laugh. “That’s gonna leave a wonderful tanline.”

He smirked at you before he pulled off his shirt, tossing it into his bag. You licked your lips unconsciously as you took in the view before you. His chest was toned perfectly and the sun reflected off of it, he looked like a movie star. A silver chain hung from his neck, a ring attached to the end of it.

He ran his hands along his chest and arms to cover himself in sunscreen and you noticed a small tattoo located right above his heart.

“S.B.D?” You asked.

He looked down at the initials carved into his skin before looking back at you. “My mom's initials,” he said, “Shara Bey Dameron”.

Poe had told you about his mom when you went to lunch after you had gotten the job at Solo Reads. You had asked him about his childhood, which brought up the conversation about his parents. His dad had moved away from South Miami after Shara passed. He felt stuck and heartbroken, in need of an escape before it consumed him, a situation similar to yours. Poe decided to stay in Miami to go to flight school and eventually become a commercial airline pilot.

Shara passed away when Poe was eighteen due to breast cancer. From what he had told you, he had been extremely close to her. They nearly seemed inseparable. You weren’t surprised that he had a tattoo in her honor.

“That’s a beautiful name,” you said softly.

“She was a beautiful woman.” He smiled gently at you.

Your eyes shifted from his down to his necklace. He reached up to hold the silver ring between his thumb and index finger, “It was her wedding band. My dad gave it to me after she passed. I didn’t feel like it was doing her justice, so I got the tattoo as well.”

You nodded sadly, looking into your lap. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, “Let’s not turn this into a pity party. Let’s have some fun. We’re on a date.” He stood up, reaching his hand out for you to take.

You took it and he pulled you up.

“Let’s go in the water.” He smirked.

You pulled your shirt over your head and pulled down your shorts to leave you in your bikini. If you had been with anyone else, you would have been extremely self-conscious. But being around Poe made you feel like yourself. You weren’t as nervous as you had been a week ago. He was making it clear how much he respected you.

He smiled at you in which your cheeks flushed.

“You’re beautiful.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his, your small smile dropping slightly.

“What?” He noticed your demeanor change.

You gulped, “No one has ever called me beautiful before.”

It was true. Kyle was your first boyfriend and he never called you beautiful. He never called you anything, for that matter. Except sexy, and that’s only when he would try to get you in bed. But he would never call you any terms of endearment, nor would he ever make you feel beautiful.

His smile turned to a frown. “Didn’t you have a boyfriend?”

No, no, no. Don’t bring him up. You were able to shrug it off.

He walked toward you, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Well I’ll tell you a million times. You are beautiful.”

You softly smiled. “Thank you.”

You were falling faster than you would have liked to.

Poe smiled back at you before scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder, a small scream leaving your lips.

“Poe Dameron, put me down!” You laughed. He was careful. If you really wanted to be put down, he would put you down. He didn’t want to mess up again. But he could tell in your tone that you were being playful.

“No, thanks.” He ran down the sand into the water before setting you down.

You yelped at the change in temperature, the cold waves crashing on your legs.

Poe splashed you, causing you to gasp. You shot him a glare, your jaw hanging open slightly, before you splashed him back. “It’s on”.

You and Poe continued to splash each other as if you were a couple of kids until Poe pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You were unsure where to place your hands, but you eventually sat them on his biceps, which he purposefully flexed.

He sighed, his goofy smile turning more serious. “I know you said you just got out of a relationship, and that you couldn’t do this right now, but I like you a lot. I feel like I have known you my entire life. You’re so easy to talk to. You laugh at my jokes, which by the way are terrible, so thank you for that.”

You laughed slightly, looking up at him. You knew where he was going with this, but you already knew your answer. He was making you feel again, something you didn’t think that was possible. At least not this fast. You had thrown away your notebook right before you left this morning. You were ready to completely start fresh. That wasn’t to say that you weren’t still hurt, and some things would be extremely sensitive, but you wanted to try this with Poe. Just like Leia said, you know what you want.

“You’re beautiful, funny, sassy,” You blushed and smiled, running your hands up and down his arms. “I know this is only our first date but, I’d like to make you my girlfriend. It doesn’t have to be today, or even tomorrow. But I want you to know that I’ll give you all the time you need.”

He was willing to wait for you.

“Poe.”

“And I don’t know what you went through in New York, but I would never, ever, hurt you.”

“Poe I-” You tried cutting him off.

“Yes, I know. Since I’m a pilot I am gone a lot, but I would never-” You cut him off by placing your lips on top of his. The kiss was soft, different from the kisses you had shared at the club.

He kissed you back and you felt as though you were floating. His lips were soft and warm, heat shooting through your body even though you were still standing in the cold water.

He cupped your cheek, tilting your head slightly to kiss you deeper. Even though it wasn’t the first kiss you two had shared, it had felt like it.

You pulled away, looking up at him. “I came here to start over. I’m tired of holding myself back. You’ve pulled me out of my shell and I admire you so much for it. I’m not perfect, and I might be a lot to handle sometimes, but if you are up for the challenge, then yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

You didn’t think Poes smile could get any wider, but it did. He picked you up and spun you around, and you giggled hysterically.

He sat you down, placing his forehead on top of yours before pecking your lips. “You’re my girlfriend”

You rolled your eyes playfully, walking out of the water.

He chased you, reaching down to grab your hand as you walked back to the blanket. Not even two minutes into being official and the boy was already smitten.

The rest of the date you spent laughing and exchanging occasional kisses. It had seemed as though Poe had so many he was waiting to give you, and he was giving them to you all at once.

Poe had pulled you into his lap, giving soft kisses to your shoulder and cheek and you would giggle and scrunch your face at the tickling sensation.

“Do you have any more food? I’m kind of hungry.” You asked, looking into the picnic basket.

He removed his lips from your shoulder to glance inside. He reached in to pull out a small bag of grapes, handing them to you.

You opened them and popped a few into your mouth before offering some to Poe. He grabbed one, throwing it at a seagull that was a few feet away from where you two had sat.

“Poe!”

“What? It looked hungry.” He raised his shoulders and pointed at the seagull.

“Yeah well now it’s going to alert its fellow seagull buddies and our date is going to have an audience!” You crawled out of his lap as more seagulls landed near your towel.

“Nope, no, I am walking away” You laughed and stood up, trying to walk away from the birds that were now hovering over Poe.

“They just want some food! Here.” Poe threw some more grapes.

You watched as the seagulls got closer to Poe, who was now standing with slight panic on his face. He started to run away from them in hopes that they would eat the grapes and leave, but they only flew after him. You couldn’t help but laugh so hard you nearly cried, Poe running in circles yelling for you to save him.

The birds eventually gave up and flew away, and Poe ran to you, pulling you into him and burying his head in your neck. “They almost killed me”

“You are so overdramatic,” You laughed, pushing him off you gently. “You ready for that walk now?”

He nodded, brushing his hair out of his face. “It’s getting a little chilly, I’m going to change and then we can take our walk down the shore and watch the sunset. It will be very romantic.” He winked.

You giggled again, walking to your bag to grab your clothes. You changed into some sweats and a hoodie, and Poe did the same.

“Ready?” Poe asked, reaching his hand out for you.

You nodded, taking it and intertwining your fingers as you walked along the shore. The water barely caressed your feet as you walked and talked, sharing pecks on the lips every now and then until Poe stopped walking, pulling you to his chest and placing a small kiss on the crown of your head. You rested your head on his chest and let out a tiny sigh.

You were feeling excited, but a part of you was upset with yourself for allowing you to get attached to someone so quickly, let alone hop into another relationship after just getting out of an abusive long-term relationship. You couldn’t help but worry you would end up hurt again, but for now you stood in the arms of Poe, his head on top of yours as you watched a mixture of reds and oranges paint the sky as the sun faded behind the sea.

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[jonassethi]

falling into a sinkhole

After that fight, Jonas knew he had to get out. Once again, through no fault of his own, caught in the middle of it - stuck between a rock and a hard place, except they were both as tough as each other. His uncle complained about how he never knew where Rita was after work, that she was busy with other guys and their apartment was more of a pit-stop than a home. Then she drove back with the fact that he was the one who encouraged her to get a job in the first place. Somehow Jonas’ laziness and his lingering scent of pot got added to the mix? So he ditched. Fast. And went to the abandoned parking garage outside the 7/11 where Jamal and Liam sat on the hood of a truck, each swinging beers.

Jamal moved over as soon as he saw Jonas, nudging to the side and patting the empty space next to him with a smirk. Within seconds Jonas had a beer in his hand as well. Life was pristine, balanced, and normal. Despite the beer’s laughably low alcohol content, the liquid spread a sensation of warmth across his body as soon as it spilt down his throat.

“This weekend’s going to be dead. Again,” Liam said, spreading his legs out straight in front of him as if to catch the last remnants of the afternoon sun. “My dealer's still not selling anything after that scare from his probation officer. Not even pot. And Princess Emmy is vacationing at the Hamptons, so no party either.”

“Your old playmate,” Jamal nudged Jonas playfully, the corners of his lips quirking upwards.

Jonas just nodded and rolled his eyes in acknowledgement - a silent way of responding just my luck. Sometimes he wished he hadn’t let out the details of his juvenile (in all meanings of the word) friendship with Maeve while he was drunk. He often wished he hadn’t done a lot of things while drunk.

Their stoner jerk circle descended into the usual monotonous boredom within a few minutes, the list of people they could verbally piss about growing short and shorter. But Jonas didn’t mind the silence; he reclined back onto the truck window, letting his eyelids flutter shut. It was getting chilly, the cold autumn kept at bay gradually making itself felt with some bursts of wind that nipped at his nose. He liked his motorcycle well enough, but there was no room to lay down and stare up at the sunset like this.

“Let’s have some fun, Jonas, you look like you’ve got a stick up your ass,” Jamal snorted after he’d come back from the trunk with two new beer bottles. “Bet you I can chug one down whole before you can.”

Jonas’ steely brown eyes stared down his competition, sizing up whether he could trade a few seconds of his dignity for an extra ten or fifteen bucks. Jamal, sensing his hesitation, added, “You win, I’ll hand you over twenty. I win, and you have to write Princess Emmy a letter.”

“A love letter, she’d eat that shit up,” Liam slurred. “Not like you’ve got anything better to do.”

That sounds abought right, Jonas thought.

His muscles tensed under his skin while Liam counted down, the same contained energy a predator feels pulsing through their body while peering at a stray rabbit or deer. Competition warmed the blood rushing to his cheeks, more than any of the alcohol he’d drunk thus far could. Within milliseconds, the jagged edges of the cap scraped the inside of Jonas’ palm as his hand flew to twist it open. Messily, like a soldier trapped in the desert who jumps into the first lake he finds, he drank down the acute shock of pain with the beer. Most of the liquid made its way into his chest, save for the few bursts that dribbled down his chin. With his head tilted and eyes closed, protection from the sun, Jonas couldn’t see the speedy, slurping frenzy that was Jamal right beside him. He didn’t know he had lost until a glass bottle was tossed on the ground hysterically, followed by two loud yelps.

“Beat that,” Jamal smirked, his voice dripping with the high of victory. “Time to get to writing, Shakespeare.”

Jonas’ stomach churned like a washing machine starting its first spin cycle, either from all the beer he just drank in a ridiculous amount of time or the thought of writing to Maeve. Or both. His friends pounced on him, wringing their arms around his neck and punching his stomach playfully. Wiping the sticky liquid on his mouth with the back of his hand, Jonas retreated back into the safe frenzied teasing from Jamal and Liam, the laughing and outrageous comments and whistles that came along with it, pretending like he wasn’t already thinking about what to write to Maeve - pretending that he hadn’t thought of this idea since Sophomore year.

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[paulc1stinstantblogs]

Mental Health Week 2021

This week (10th May - 16th May) is Mental Health Awareness Week and the theme for 2021 is #Connectwithnature.

I thought I would write a blog about how I have connected with nature over the last year since the coronavirus has had us in the U.K. in lockdown on and off since March 2020.

A good starting point for me is right at the beginning of the first lockdown last March.We went into lockdown on 23rd March, three days before my 40th Birthday on 26th March.

For my Birthday, off my Dad, I got a new zoom lens for my Canon DSLR and it was nice going on to the shared balcony of my flats and testing it out early in the morning taking photos of the birds on the field at the back of my flats.

Another thing I liked about the first lockdown was how quiet everything was and just going out onto the shared balcony of my flats on an evening and looking at the nice sunsets and the odd wildlife such as the occasional bat or hedgehog.

When restrictions for the first lockdown were eased in May 2020 and people were allowed to travel outside their local area it was nice to go down to the coast and do land based dolphin watches from Tynemouth, Cullercoats and Whitley Bay.

One morning I had been watching out for them on the lower prom at Whitley Bay with a local dolphin expert, Andy, and I decided to have a look further along the coast.

Just after I had left Andy rang me to say he had spotted them off Cullercoats so I went to the Brierdene car park in Whitley Bay and managed to get some photos of them as they were passing and that was my first sightings of the dolphins in 2021.

Whilst sorting his garage out, my Dad also came across a mouse nest in his garage in May which I saw one morning when I was around at his.

I know it may sound unusual but it was just a wonder seeing what they had created while they were behind closed doors so to speak.

Also in May 2020, B.B.C. 2 aired a very different series of SPRINGWATCH with each of the presenters presenting from places close to their own homes due to social distancing and lockdown and not all at the same location like what they would normally do.

It was nice to see the presenters on their home turfs cheering people up with the beauty of nature and wildlife and people who were still in lockdown sharing photos and videos of their own brushes with nature through social media.

In June I did some more land based dolphin watches from Tynemouth, Cullercoats and Whitley Bay.One evening I was doing a dolphin watch walking along from the Grand Hotel at Tynemouth and I could see a lot of bird activity towards the end of the piers so I walked up to the Life Brigade Cottages car park at Tynemouth and spotted some dolphins feeding at the mouth of the river Tyne just inside the piers.

Another evening in June I met one of my friends, Claire, who also loves dolphin spotting, to have a walk from Tynemouth to Cullercoats looking out for dolphins.

We hadn’t factored in the weather forecast for that evening which I checked before meeting which showed very heavy rain.

I messaged Claire who and said I was still up for meeting and she said she was so we met at Tynemouth Metro station when it was pouring down.

Once the rain stopped we set off down Front Street to have a look out from King Edwards Bay and as soon as we got there the heavens opened again.

We continued walking to the brick shelter opposite the Grand Hotel in Tynemouth and stopped there to look out while it was raining and I asked Claire what she wanted to do and we both agreed to continue walking so we walked along to Cullercoats getting soaked and got some chips at Bill’s chippy in Cullercoats and sat in the shelter overlooking Cullercoats bay eating them and it was nice having a mate who couldn’t care about getting wet and enjoying looking for dolphins.

One evening in June I came home from an evening shop at the local ASDA around 2300 and saw a fox on the field at the back of my flats from my communal balcony.

In July the pelagic trips with Northern Experience Wildlife Tours started up again after being delayed from the original start up dates in May because of the lockdown and restrictions.

I went out on the first trip of 2020 which was a Wednesday evening.

We knew the dolphins were up near Alcan so we headed up there straight away and, sure enough, once we got to Alcan, a big pod of Bottlenosed Dolphins came out from the bay and started swimming alongside our boat including local legend Runny Paint.

On one of the evening trips in July we came across a pod of White Beaked Dolphins off Whitley Bay and one gave us a memorable moment by breaching right next to the side of the boat and splashing us all as it landed back in the water.

In August, once they started following the rules of public transport regarding face masks so I didn’t have to wear one due to my disability, I went out to the Farne Islands with Billy Shiels for the first time since March which was before lockdown.

The boat was skippered by Mickey.

By this time all the birds had disappeared off but there was still plenty of seals around. The final trip of the year with Billy Shiels for myself was in September when I went out on a trip with William and Andrew.

Again, there wasn’t many birds but there was a quite a few seals around.

Once the nights started drawing in again in September it was back to the t.v. The last week of October saw AUTUMNWATCH return to B.B.C. 2 which ran for two weeks through to the first week in November and it was nice watching the live shots of badgers and foxes while all cosy at home.

The night before AUTUMNWATCH ended Boris Johnson put the U.K. back into lockdown on 5th November which was doom and gloom for most of the U.K. who would be out Christmas shopping at that time.

WINTERWATCH returned to B.B.C. 2 in January of this year, 2021, during which the U.K. was in a third lockdown after having the second lockdown lifted for Christmas and New Year.

In February we had a cold snap which resulted in a few days of snow.

At one point during this time one of my neighbours had mentioned he had seen a fox on the field at the back of my flats.

I asked him what time and where he had seen it as I know foxes are creatures of habit and, sure enough, I managed to see the fox one night at the same time following  the same route as my neighbour had mentioned.

In April this year, once restrictions from the third national lockdown were lifted, I had a trip up to Seahouses and out to the Farne Islands with Billy Shiels and it was excellent to get back out with them.

The final, and most recent #Connectwithnature actually started up again during Mental Health Week 2021 as the first pelagic trip of 2021 with Northern Experience Wildlife Tours went out on Wednesday 12th May slap bang in the middle of Mental Health Week.

We didn’t see any dolphins, whales or porpoise but it was great to be back out again on these trips.

To end this blog I would just like to say these points are some of what has helped me #Connectwithnature over the last year with the various lockdowns and restrictions because of the coronavirus.

[joe-young-stories]

A Week.

Hey, new to tumblr. This is something I wrote in an enclosed, dodgy Christian community in 2018.

The last time I saw Dad in person I was seventeen, and I’d either just finished my A-levels or I was halfway through them. I’d seen him a year before, for Grandad’s funeral. After we’d got home from the wake I’d nicked a crate of Guinness, and thrown up on my suit. I’d thrown up all over the guest bed as well, and I’d left all the empty cans in the waste paper basket. I told my dad that the emotional stress of the funeral must have affected me, and I didn’t really give a shit about the fact that he knew.

This time it was summer, and it was that one week of the British summer that is actually scorching hot. Dad was waiting for me at Oxford train station for my visit. Visa Skank was there too. Visa Skank is my dad’s Russian wife, and perhaps she married him for a visa or perhaps she really loves him. I’ve never actually had anything against her. It was rude, offensive, calling her Visa Skank, but it made me feel really savage and clever back then.  This day at Oxford train station she was in her late forties, and she was wearing this shimmer- shimmer peach linen halter top harem pants combo thing with a dainty cream pashmina and a big floppy straw hat. She was basically just easy mockery.

We went straight from the station to this ultra quaint Riverside pub/restaurant garden. I had Peronis. I had a burger too. We didn’t really have a conversation because Visa had seen a picturesque riverside photo opportunity, and she had my dad take pictures of her next to a drainage sluice for almost an hour, at different angles and filter settings. At the end we walked back through the pub to get to the car and she started draping herself mystically around rustic beams and cosy fireplaces, or sat herself next to like, napkin dispensers that pleased her. And my dad took more pictures. I just wanted to get back to the house. I don’t remember too much more from the meal.

In the daytimes that followed I fell into a routine. Dad would wake up late (his teaching job at the schools wasn’t on) and he might mooch about or he might go into Oxford, or he might just go to Headington High Street. Visa Skank had a busy social schedule attending a young mum’s social club in the Florence Park Cafe. She would spend a lot of time there. I would wake up and take a walk into Central Oxford. And I would stop for a pint in the White Horse, where we used to go for Lunch when I was little. In town I would walk the old streets around the Radcliffe Camera, and this was back when I had academic ambition before I stopped caring about most things, and the scholarly atmosphere excited me. I walked past the cathedral boys’ school – my first school—and into the Eagle and Child, or the Kings Arms, or the Turf Tavern. I would read Franz Kafka stories or Iris Murdoch novels or I’d listen to pretentious students talk shit and praise myself for being more intelligent than them. After a few pints I’d saunter back over Magdelen Bridge and back up towards the house in Headington.

Dad’s house had changed a lot over the years. The retro porn PC used to be in the dining room, and all my 9 year old self used to do at my dad’s was either play SimCity on that computer or watch Dad’s porn. He’d archived literally thousands of pictures, all categorised according to hair/boobs/race etc. Albums of particular stars. I got up early at that age, and if you were proper stealth about it could get up with the dawn and watch a four second clip of a woman getting pleasured by a mechanised shoe buffer. Only if you were stealth though. The computer screen could be seen from the stairs via the dining room mirror. You had to listen for footsteps. God forbid that Visa or even Grandad would walk in. View me wanking it to Dad’s shoe buffer porn.

Now though the house layout was different. Grandad had been a cantankerous twat since Nan died, and all he ever did was sit in the living room watching cartoons and chat shows. GMTV, Pokemon, Digimon, Homes under the Hammer. That was all I ever saw him do on visits to my dad’s.  I left him to it.

But he started losing control of his faculties, and Dad and I would walk in from the pub to a stray smell of nappies, the CBBC channel playing in the background. His osteoporosis got worse. The last time he was alive I was seventeen and he’d been moved to a hospice. He was half asleep next to his colostomy bag but he murmured a greeting and a goodbye. The three of us, Grandad, Dad and me, sat in near silence for approximately fifteen minutes. “Good to see you, Grandad,” I said to him as I was leaving. Grandad had written “to a very impressive grandson” on my birthday card seven months previously.

While Grandad was dying his house was being renovated. The dining room and kitchen had been knocked together into this rustique farmhouse experience, with a big beaten up pine table, a pine dresser and a freshly installed aga. An aga in a nineteen thirties semi. There were a lot of wholesome wicker baskets bought in and gooseberry jam jars were placed in them for effect. Next door the garage was knocked down and a den/conservatory/stargazing lounge/music studio was built. The living room, where Grandad watched all the kids TV, and which I was told was always going to be “His Space” had had all the carpets ripped out and new sofas put in. Floor to ceiling bookshelves covered every wall, and they were all full of this intelligentsia Russian shit no one read. The retro porn PC was upstairs in Dad’s bedroom now, so after I got back from Oxford that last week I’d sit in the conservatory on my laptop. Sometimes if my dad was around I’d bring up an attractive female friend’s Facebook profile and wait for him to ask me about it. He’d talk about organic food and hand picking your own raspberries, and how Russian customs and traditions were the best way to live. But most of those afternoons he was upstairs in his bedroom checking his email, which took about two hours and was a pretty full-on activity for him. If Visa was at home she’d make still life displays from Kitsch crap she found in charity shops. And she’d do photoshoots. Most of the time she was out though. Presumably with the young mums.

When I was downstairs on my own I would drink from the many, many bottles available on the farmhouse shelf. I never drank in front of Dad, but I’d never bother hiding how drunk I was getting either. A little bit of gin, little bit of vodka, whiskey, white rum.

I’d always done this. When I was about twelve, thirteen, fourteen I’d go through Dads bedroom and raid his wardrobe. I’d find his extensive magazine stash and his books on “Tantric Passion”, “The Multi Orgasmic Man”, “Make Her see you Mean Commitment”. I’d find the hamper full of Bombay Sapphire bottles; I never questioned the water bottles full of urine next to his bed. I wasn’t subtle. I’d try and incite his scorn, his discipline, his parental authority. I’d find glow in the dark condoms in his bedside drawers, and I’d take them out of the packets and leave them under his pillow like a treasure hunt. I would neck a bottle of chardonnay, refill it with tap water and leave it in the fridge for him to find. He’d look at the bottle, look at me, deliberate and stammer “I must have rinsed it out for recycling and put it back on autopilot.” I don’t think he knew me well enough to confront me. He once drove me back to mums with me throwing up ass the way down the M40, and we both agreed that I must have eaten some “ropey” quiche.

I didn’t want Dad to parent me anymore; I just didn’t really care. So while Dad was upstairs checking his email I’d access the WiFi and watch naked men beat each other, and I’d masturbate and drink gin. I think on the Tuesday of that week he found me full-on passed out in the stargazing conservatory, sleeping it off. Later on he’d said something about travelling being exhausting, especially across London, and it always took a few days for the mind to properly relax on holiday. I agreed.

In the evenings we’d go out to a pub, the Vicky Arms or The Chestnut or something. I would tell Dad what A levels I was doing. I’d namedrop attractive female friends quite a lot, and talk about parties I went to with them. I’d wait for him to be like, “Are they pretty?”, “Are they into you?”, “Like yeah, get in, my son!”, “Well done, boyo!” and things like that. Visa would come with us. She’d sit there in peach tracksuit bottoms and some kind of burgundy flamenco/matador top, and she would say things like, “Never microwave food because it changes the molecules. Did you know this? We go through a recipe book and you will find meals you would like to try.” We might order popcorn from behind the bar. Visa might demand a photo shoot of her next to an inspiring sunset or whatever.

At home Dad and Visa would go to bed in Grandads old room. Nans room, now the guest bedroom, was being fitted with a “Roman balcony” so I slept on a blow up bed in the living room with all the Russian volumes. I’d drink more whiskey and watch a comedy show about teenage lesbians.

That was it, really. The last week I saw my dad was fairly uneventful. Mundane. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was the last time I saw him I doubt I would have remembered it

Only two events stand out in particular. On the Thursday of that week Dad was playing at a jazz and tango concert at a bar/club in Wantage. He did concerts like that to keep money coming in when the schools weren’t on. Visa took tango lessons down at the community centre, and she’d met a new friend and tango partner called Allan. He had had a stroke and divorce in a five year period and had taken early retirement, so I was told. So I was briefed. Briefed why? I didn’t care.

Allan met us at the house. We all sat about having a back garden beer and then Dad and I set off for Wantage. Allan’s and Visa came later, in Allan’s car, which he could still drive all post stroked up apparently. We had another pint in a pub in Wantage. Dad introduced me to the concept of a “Session Beer”. Advice I have never followed.

Dad gave me money for the evening and then left me to my own devices. I sat on the balcony and drank a lot of Stella, and from my vantage point I could see Dad playing onstage. I could see Visa and Allan as well, and she had her head on his shoulder and he was holding her close around the lower back. This didn’t look particularly tango-ey, but Visa had told me on one pub evening that tango was more about feeling than steps. “Feeling. Yes?” she had said with gusto. This was the passion of the dance I was watching, then. Dad had told me in the car that tango was Allan’s hobby, it’s what got him out the house, like his physio. I looked at Dad, and he was playing some sassy chords on the piano, watching the two of them become one with the dance. He didn’t do anything else. He just sat there, watching them get on with it. I finished one of my Stellas, and later on I thought to myself that he looked like a drooping bunch of flowers in a vase, half dead. A bit sad, maybe. A bit lacking. I was quite proud of myself for thinking of that. It felt very grown up.

Two days later we were having a back garden beer, Dad and I. The garden had changed, and where a swingset once stood there was now a very wholesome vegetable plot. Beyond that was a washing line. It was one of those washing lines with one pole in the ground, and it folded out like an upside down pyramid. You could spin it around for ease of pegging/unpegging. I looked at the washing line and remembered my eight year old self playing by it. I had been playing with a football. I was staying with him for a few weeks or so over the summer. I was out there, by myself, with the football. But I liked to pretend I was playing with all the other children I knew from school. Kids who were actually busy with their own friendship groups or who called me poofty boy by the wildlife pond. But when I was playing with them by myself they were all like, “I did not see this coming! We have not appreciated your serious skills! Hey guys, check out this Baller!” and none of them called me a poofty boy by the wildlife pond.  

I had devised a game where you had to throw the ball into the opened up washing line to score a point. Dad came outside just as I was about to land the sickest shot from ten feet away, the shot which was going to blow George and his gang away, and was going to make Sadia and Carrie-Ann think I was total boyfriend material. He asked me if I wanted anything to eat.

And I really don’t know what came over me, but I said something along the lines of “I’m playing a game. We have to get the ball off each other and get it in the net. Do you want to play?”                          

“Oh, right!” was something like he said “Yes alright then, I will”. I’d never played a game with Dad before, and we were both a bit hesitant. Like, do we just…start, or what? I chucked the ball at the line and missed, and he grabbed it. We ran around the garden, playing the game. He scored a point. I scored a point.  At one point he wrestled me to the ground to get the ball off me, and then helped me up. I remember laughing and smiling, being out of breath. I was tense, too. How did things like this come to a logical end? Did, like, the session finish?  Was there a way for this to end without Dad having to just be really rude? Like: “I’m sorry Joe, but I need to stop doing this at this point and go back to my day. You are welcome to continue though.” How did it work? After approximately fifteen minutes it mercifully started raining, and we went inside. It was the only time we ever played the game.

Sitting and having a beer with my dad that last week was the last time I looked at the garden, or indeed spent any time with him. Halfway through our drink Visa came out of the stargazing conservatory doors, and she was wearing a floor length lacy white gown, a white bonnet and silky white gloves. She was carrying a large wicker hamper, and she put the hamper down and pulled out a silver teapot. “I am English lady at tea,” she said, and she raised the teapot in the air. Then she laid the patio table for a country manor high tea, and started demanding a photoshoot. I went inside.

The next day I was due to go home. I woke up that morning to find that I’d drunk too much and pissed the blow up bed. I put my soggy boxers in a plastic bag, and I covered the damp sheet with my duvet and left it to fester.

I hardly spoke to dad after that week. There was no reason to most of the time. I rang him twice to ask for money, once to say merry Christmas can I have some money and once to tell him I’d just left rehab. In 2018 I had written to him to tell him he was a cunt and I wanted to burn his house down. “Past wounds” with my Father had become a significant part of my “Life Story” by that point, and I thought that sending such a horrible letter might activate a Life Event in some way, some dramatic finale.

Dad has always had his settings such that I can’t find him on Facebook, so I have to log in as my mum to see his profile. Him and Visa quote Oscar Wilde and Shakespeare sonnets on each other’s pages. Visa’s profile has about 64 photo albums. They’re all called things like “Casserole dishes on the patio”, “Beauty In Autumn”, “Sensuous mermaid has adventure”.  Her name isn’t actually Visa Skank. All the photo albums are silly and innocuous. When I’m drunk, or self pitying, or feeling like a victim, or all of the above I sometimes find myself thinking about the game me and Dad played with the washing line and the football.

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[artificialqueens]

hotel california. (gigi/jackie) — chapter two, roza

summary: jackie and gigi take to the city to get some basic shopping done as the persian feels herself developing a strange connection towards the blonde she just met. gigi is happy to be a taste tester and ride her bike.

author's note: thank you to all of jankie candle for being the best support and of course to alex for always being the best beta. I hope you all enjoy!

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— *.✧

"This is pretty good," the words left Jackie's lips as she tightened the gold belt on her white kaftan as she was left to stare aimlessly in the mirror, admiring her acute sense of fashion.

The clock struck ten minutes to seven as Jackie finished adjusting her hair, making sure she adjusted her light red lipstick as she heard a knock on the door.

Completely giddy, she raced out of her room, grabbing her wallet before her hands pulled on the handle and opened the door.

Gigi was outside her door, parked against the wall in an ensemble completely resembling the sunsets back home in Tehran.

Her blonde hair flowing across the top of the pastel blue, yellow and pink colour blocked outfit. She looked beautiful and Jackie was completely in awe at the colour scheme and how the American managed to make her entire heart race purely by virtue of wearing an outfit.

Gigi's cool facade seemed to drop the minute she looked up to see Jackie dressed to the nines as she always was. The blonde's heart stopped and she masked the burning flush across her cheeks with a cough, saying aloud that she looked very pretty.

God is a woman. Crystal was absolutely right.

They headed for her bike, the American admitting she left it outside her garage so they could get on the bike and leave.

"So you are good at riding?"

Gigi chuckled, nodding as she spotted Jackie's worried face. "I'm very good! I have studied my craft well," she replied with a wink carrying her matching helmet as they make it towards the next complex besides Jackie's.

"Okay, you're going to sit behind me and I recommend you hold my waist or lower back because my shoulders aren't a good option."

Jackie nods, waiting for Gigi to position her bike, the blonde grinning at the sight of her dual-seated brown and black motorcycle.

"Alright here we go!" Gigi yelled, excited that she got to take such a beautiful girl out on her bike, especially considering the circumstances surrounding Jackie's entire arrival.

This is my hometown, I have to make sure she can see as much as she can while she's still around.

Her hands gripped the throttles of her bike as the Persian hopped on behind her, having made sure back in her room that she put shorts on, knowing the kaftan would completely blast away in the wind.

"Good," she heard Gigi call out as her hands slid past her back and wrapped around her waist, head laying comfortingly on her back side. Jackie hummed gently against her outfit as her gloved hands kick-started the engine.

She couldn't see it but Gigi was profusely blushing under her matching helmet.

The ignition turned on as she quickly made sure everything was in proper position before letting her fingertips press the start button. Jackie jumped up at the firing and sputtering of the engine fires. Gigi's hands clutched at the throttles as she gently began to move pressing the gas.

"Hold on tight, it's only about a ten minute ride," she yelled as the motorcycle began to pick up speed extremely quickly.

Gigi grinned hearing Jackie cursing and instantaneously gripping her waist even tighter, seeing everything quickly disappear behind their view.

Has she never been on a motorcycle before?

Jackie was horrified, completely shook up to say the least, but she admitted in the back of her mind that there was something so euphoric about the fact she was up against this extremely fascinating and beautiful biker.

The scenery of Los Angeles was quite lovely, humidity aside.

It reminded her of Tehran in a way with the picturesque mountain backdrop, though Jackie was completely new to all of the palm trees that clouded every square inch of this city.  

Gigi picked up speed as they were still alone on the one lane road, explaining to Jackie that the grocery store wasn't too far from here. They slowed to a halt at the traffic lights above them, the Persian glancing around constantly to take in any new building or bush or tree that she saw.

Pretty city. Maybe it was meant to be, staying here instead of Canada.

They finally entered traffic as Gigi turned left straight into one of the larger city centers, keeping in her lane as she impatiently waited to turn into the grocery store parking lot.

"Hurry up," she screamed muffled through her helmet as a Mercedes-Benz finally backed out of the parking spot closest to the entrance of the store.

"Very big…" Jackie was almost impressed and also distraught. Iran, as well as most of the Middle East and Balkan countries she had lived in or traveled to, had been simply made up of small businesses that each did one thing.

One cheese shop, one local butcher, one man you always got your bread or spices from— this was a complete cultural reset.

Gigi parked as she took the key out of the ignition, throwing it up in the air as she laughed, dropping it on the pavement. Jackie snickered as she adjusted her flowing kaftan, hoping it wasn't completely wrinkled as they stepped inside the store.

"You okay?"

"Yes!" Jackie exclaimed nervously, terrified purely by the size and scope of the store. It didn't help that there were many people crowding in the store and she hadn't even brought a list with her.

A lightbulb popped into her head as Gigi came back to the Persian girl, rolling along a green shopping cart.

"I want to cook for you tonight!"

The blonde blushed, completely honoured but a bit confused by the sudden plan. "That's not necessary, I just wanted to make sure you had food," she replied before Jackie interjected, saying that she needed some way to pay Gigi back for the sweet favour.

"Well if you really want to, I won't be stopping you," the blonde admitted, staring at the bright smile painted across her lips. Jackie clasped her hands together in excitement as she skipped down to the produce section.

She was in awe of how every vegetable and fruit seemed to be in season in America.

Do they not have the changing of seasons?

The Persian decided it was only right for her to make Tahdig, the most loved soul food of her home country, for Gigi who was simply staring at the fruits as Jackie picked up a good amount of veggies and potatoes, seeing as they were quite cheap compared to the packaged alternatives.

Maybe some Kanafeh as well.

Dozens of herbs and spices filled her cart as she crouched down and gasped, smiling seeing actual Middle Eastern products taking up a tiny section of what Gigi described as the "International Section" with most of the imported foods.

"How comforting," she whispered before grabbing two entire bags of chickpeas, a standard necessity for any Middle Eastern citizen as she frowned, unable to find proper tahini, though she knew she could just make it with the sesame seeds and oil already in the cart.

Gigi was in awe of how healthy and natural Jackie was, half of her items were green and the other half were just spices or beans. She embarrassingly tossed an entire bag of German chocolate in the cart as she kept a close eye on the Persian girl who seemed to be in her own world.

"It's not Iran but it's very nice," she heard Jackie mutter, loud enough for some xenophobic man nearby to step closer and yell about how refugees from Iran were flooding every University and town in California.

"I'm sorry?"

"Go back to your fucking country already!"

Jackie's face showed genuine confusion and lack of understanding by the statement as Gigi immediately walked over, stopping a moment to remember she always had a switchblade in her back pocket if needed.

"She's not doing anything you fucking prick," she muttered loud enough for the man to hear her but not talking loud enough to start any kind of rally in the grocery store. "People are in danger where she's from you know. What's it like to have no concept of basic human decency?"

Gigi firmly stepped in front of Jackie, who gently stood up and took a few steps back, trying not to make eye contact or respond.

"Fucking hippy."

The blonde flipping him off as Jackie gently rubbed her shoulders, whispering at her to stop trying to cause a commotion just for her.

"You don't care at all what he's saying?"

The Persian sighed, not knowing how to properly put into words how she felt.

"My religion has always taught me violence isn't the way, that's what my entire country's revolution has now succumbed to. I have bigger issues concerning me, like if my mother is safe, if my best friend was shot by police during a rally; not some stupid comment."

Gigi swallowed hard, apologizing weakly and quietly as Jackie's radiant smile returned. She appreciated the gesture, even if it wasn't something she would've ever done.

"You want anything else?"

"Just honey and then I need your help finding something sweet. What do American's like for sweets or chocolate?" The question pondered in Jackie's head as Gigi grinned ear to ear immediately running down the aisle as if she was a track superstar.

"These," Gigi held up three separate bags of Pop Rocks, Jackie laughing curiously as she took one in her fingertips, staring at the bright coloured packaging and giant typography.

"We'll try them at your room, they're huge with kids and teenagers mostly but I definitely enjoy them on a mindless level."  

They waited in line before walking out with three paper bags, Gigi groaning as she realized there was absolutely no way either of them could hold it with the motorcycle. Jackie ran inside, the blonde left awkwardly standing around before she came back with a few plastic bags.

Gigi watched as she stacked the weight evenly between the two large plastic bags, the Persian tied them to each throttle of the motorcycle making sure that they weren't going blocking any buttons.

"You're truly the smartest person I've ever met."

Jackie flushed, giggling as she waited for Gigi to put her helmet back on as the stars were gently painted across the night sky. She hopped on before the American put her key into the ignition, waiting for the car beside her to park before they began riding once again.

As the Persian's head fell against Gigi's back, the blonde couldn't help but smile the entire ride home.

— *.✧

They hauled the groceries back to Jackie's complex as she kicked the door open, turning on one of the lights as she set the bags down near her small kitchen counter.

"Very nice," Jackie whispered as she stared at Gigi's bright blonde hair in a complete trance. The American looking up confused as the woman beside her laughed it off, lying and saying she was impressed by all the food she got.

"Oh yeah, a lot of this stuff like the spices you shouldn't have to buy again," Gigi smiled as she attempted neatly to organize her fridge.

Something was pulling at Jackie's heart, she couldn't tell what but she felt like every moment they had spent together thus far was completely made up of not-so-secret glances and sweet smiles.

"Thank you for everything," she said as she grabbed Gigi's wrist and pulled her near, the American chuckling nervously as she partook in whatever romantic connotation she could get.

"It's no problem, you deserve to have an easy start," she was silent as Jackie pressed a gentle kiss to her left cheek, not thinking much of the gesture, though Gigi took it as nothing but utter affection.

"Will you stay and eat with me?"

"Absolutely."

— *.✧

Gigi could not cook.

She had always known about this fact, considering her parents always made the food. However, trying to keep up with and help Jackie while she made her traditional Middle Eastern dishes had shown her how messy and clumsy she could be.

"Jesus, I got it everywhere," the blonde yelled as she was still cleaning fresh garlic peels and stray strands of rice off the floor.

"It is okay, when you eat it you should taste all the effort that you went through!"

It was easy for Jackie to say when she was still spotless, despite wearing only a completely light white fabric across her body.

"I'm sure it will taste great."

They stood around the kitchen plating before Gigi jumped on the counter, sitting comfortably as she watched Jackie pour an extremely fragrant syrup across the crispy plates that had just been cooking in the oven. She was in awe truly of the woman's resourcefulness and talents.

Americans really are at the bottom of the totem pole…

"What is that, if I can ask? I'm sorry if it's a stupid question," Gigi bluffed before Jackie shook her head.

"No question is stupid from you, you asked and I will answer," the Persian replied with a focused smile as she explained it was a very traditional and loved desert in the Middle East and Balkan region that had been around for centuries.

"It is basically crunchy pastry with cheese layered in the middle, and at the end when it's melted you pour your sugar syrup and place some nuts at the top."

Gigi nodded, completely thrilled she had the great job and honour of taste testing an entire plate of it.

The other dish they made together was essentially a very popular crunchy rice dish, almost always served as a side dish, though everyone loved it enough to make dozens of plates of it.

"It's very plain, that's why we made some spinach to go with it. I'm very excited to see how you did."

They managed to get everything clean and on plates that Gigi stole from her own house as they sat on the couch, per request of Jackie, and dug into the desert first.

"Holy shit," Gigi moaned as she devoured the entire plate in a solid five minutes, taking in every luxurious cheese pull and making sure all the syrup was sticking to the dough.

"This is so good…"

Jackie, who had not even finished half of it, slowly ate, though she was over the moon that Gigi enjoyed her cooking and was partaking in something that reminded her of home so much.

The blonde jumped up, turning on the radio as they ate, grooving to The Runaways as she sat back down next to the taller woman.

"Did the phone work?"

Jackie gasped, cursing in Farsi as she put her head in her hands hopelessly. Gigi immediately kneeled near the Persian girl who groaned feeling nothing but utter stupidity.

I forgot to ask Gigi about taking me to a payphone…

"I was gonna ask you to take me to a payphone, this one won't make calls to Iran."

Gigi held her hand tight as Jackie began to cry harder and harder thinking about her mother and how worried sick she must be between the uprising and her eldest daughter all alone in America.

"Sorry," she whispered as Gigi frowned, immediately opening her arms as the two of them silently hugged on the couch.

The blonde felt a pit in her stomach even thinking about the thought of leaving her mom in a completely different country that was also having an entire revolution as they spoke.

"She's okay I promise, tomorrow morning I wanna take you to Hollywood so you can get the full tourist experience and you will see a payphone every block," Gigi promised as Jackie looked up, pushing her curls away from her face as she nodded at the sentiment and idea.

"Thank you Gigi."

"Anytime," she said as they went back to enjoying the food, exhausted but still managing to share all the stupid stories they had with each other.

Jackie couldn't have expected a better first day after touching down in a completely foreign country, though Gigi seemed to make the transition as seamless and enjoyable as possible.

Their hands toying with each other as they would talk about their experiences at college or Jackie's extremely well traveled background.

Gigi even managed to sneak in the Pop Rocks as the refugee confusedly followed along with the antics, finally giving in and trying the candy as she yelled the minute they hit her tongue.

"Are they—"

"Supposed to spark up? Absolutely, it's the fun part of the candy!"

Jackie didn’t know what to think, but she went along with it, though she could taste every chemical and food dye put into the candy. It was very cute and fun, the flavour subpar but the experience worth the extra two dollars.

They cleaned the dishes and the Persian slipped her another piece of the Middle Eastern sweet for her to take home as she handed Gigi the plate, the woman still in her motorcyclist outfit as she leaned against the door frame.

"See you tomorrow," the blonde mumbled under her breath as Jackie waved, gently closing the door as she clutched her heart with a heavy sigh.

Her footsteps lighter than air as she thought about the entire night and cooking with Gigi, she had so many previous close female friends but her heart never had so vigorously wanted a woman.

It's only been a day, it's only been a single day.

She bit her lip, trying not to think about it.

All the homophobia she had seen first hand at University wasn't to be taken lightly. Seeing all the cases of men suddenly disappearing, or seeing the small towns in Turkey or Croatia with the few but loud protesters who would be thrown tear gas by the police.

It wasn't worth the risk and targets if it was a hopeless crush.

If. If it is.

It couldn’t be, it was just simply a strong friendship forming.

That was it, a friendship Jackie decided as she cleared her headspace, sneaking a final piece of the food as if her mother was around the corner ready to scold her for eating so late.

Just friends, Jackie. Just friends.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #jackie cox #crystal methyd #gigi x jackie #lesbian au #seventies au #song fic #historical au #hotel california #roza #concrit welcome #s12

[fairyshuuu]

wild valley pt1 | chanyeol

.summary. Park Chanyeol; sweat rolling down a naked back mixed with motor oil, you; white sugar sticking to your gums at sunset– ice cream flavored. Drugs, booze, money. He’s everything you’re not, the question is – for how long? .word count. 6k .mechanic!au | gang!au | car shop!au. .pairing. chanyeol x reader .genre. romance, angst (smut in the future)

.warnings. criminal activity, mature language .author’s note. i’m so excited to start this series, i hope you’re ready to go on an adventure. if you like this universe, please consider reading everyone else’s works because they are all amazing and you’ll definitely enjoy everyone’s part of the collab! thank you!!

♫ let me set the mood ♫

teaser.  part 1.  part 2.  part 3.  part 4.  part 5.  part 6.  part 7. (m)  part 8. (m)

Though you’ve met people on a daily— flashing through the motions like a flashback, and you’ll surely meet a lot more before the day is over; you’ll only ever meet one person you’ll truly call wild. He carries himself with the force of a wild stallion, the roar of a lion, and is perhaps the only person who can keep up with you. The only person you long to keep up.

In the bright, rising sun, you brush your hair away from your damp neck and look around the dusty street. Crushed cans litter the sidewalk, cigarettes still smoking as they meet the cement. The heat seems to beam up from the earth itself, clinging to the houses and making them slump into themselves. You glance at your phone again, before lugging the heavy suitcase behind you. Blisters fight their way up around your heels, the skin chafed and tender from the travel.

Both sides of the road are lined by houses, both small and slightly bigger, ranging in colors from brown and grey to red brick. Telephone cables are strung low between the houses, and while there is an overdose of them, there’s barely any trees to give any shade. The streets look old, both by color and wear, black streaks covering the pale gray. Across the street, a low hanging black car stands parked— gleaming in the sun. It’s not the only fancy car you’ve seen since arriving.

Before the grey plastered house at the corner you hold, looking up. One of the red roof tiles has dropped and is now laying next to the door, shattered into small shards. You pull your lips tight, before ringing the doorbell and stretching your arms in front of you. The taxi ride from the airport had been long, and you are the first to admit that a soft bed will be your only lover for the next week or so.

Two cars pass while you wait, heavy rumbles falling from the engines as they race down the street. With a creak the door swings open, and before you can process two arms are wrapped tight around your neck. The body crashes into yours without holding back, an excited giggle falling from your lips. Two wet kisses are pressed to your cheeks, before you get enough room to breathe. “Baby sister,” the young woman in front of you sighs, relief dripping from her eyes.

“Hey, sis.” You look over your shoulder, and at the people strolling with their hats pulled low over their eyes, before smiling wide. “Pretty place,” you mouth, pulling up your nose against the tickle creeping up. At your sister’s quick smack to your shoulder, you laugh and grab hold of your luggage. “That sounded sarcastic, but I’m serious. For starting from nothing, you’ve done well for yourself. I’m proud of you, sis.”

She flushes slightly, and brushes her long tan-colored hair over her shoulder, shaking her head. “Just come in, you. It’s been a while.” She takes your suitcase from you, and walks into the significantly cooler hall, glancing back at you every few seconds. Her face is sharper than you remember it being, with some freckles littering her cheeks because of the summer weather. “You must have had it harder than I thought, if you decided to leave after all. I hope… I know it’s not home, but I hope you’ll like it here.” She pats her hand on the wall of the narrow hall while you take off your shoes, and nods to herself. “The people here are welcoming, and kind. I’m sure you’ll fit right in, with that awfully positive attitude of yours.” She giggles when you smile up at her.

“You know I’ve always felt more at home when you were around, Yuna. Don’t worry, I’m sure I won’t get homesick. It’s good to see you again, I missed you.” Your big sister stares for a little longer, before nodding and dragging the case behind her.

“I know,” she mumbles, before cocking her head into the house. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” With her excited steps in front, she leads you up the steep stairs and through another small office-like room, before arriving at a big blue door. It has clouds painted all over, with a coat hanger right in the middle. Your sister smiles, before giving a guilty grin. “You can paint that later. I didn’t get to it yet.”

Though you hum as you push open the door, you smile. “Maybe I’ll leave it. It has a charm.” You both laugh, before entering the small single-person room, cleared out in a hurry. The bed is made with all white bedding, the dresser still half open from the clean. “What, you kicked out your housemate just for me?”

“Oh, that?” your sister grins, before plopping your luggage down next to the door, and looking around the dark purple room. “No, she was moving in with her boyfriend anyway, I just made her hurry it up a little more than planned.” Her smile is small, but the gentle glint in her eyes says enough. “You’re totally welcome here, don’t worry.”

You take a deep breath, before nodding and staring at your feet. “Really though, Yun. Thank you.”

She gives a tight lipped nod, before pulling you close and pressing a kiss on your head. “You’re welcome, Dew.” She looks around the room then, and back at the stairs. “I’ll leave you to get settled in. I’ll order take-out for you, I know how much you love Chinese. Bet it’s been a while, huh?”

“Ever since you last visited, I think,” you nod, stepping more into your new space. You don’t remind her that that must have been more than two years ago. Yuna smiles and pulls her hair up into a ponytail, before gesturing you to get settled. The carpet under your feet is soft but feels cold, as you watch her skip down the stairs. With a deep sigh you bend down and zip open your bag, kneeling before it. All your important belongings are in this one carrier, you think, all memories and all sentiments stitched into the seams.

You pick up the frame on top, and stare at it for a second. Young mom, young dad, little Yuna and even smaller you. They all still smile, which is a foreign sight nowadays. Still, you smile as you put it to your side, and start pulling out your sweaters. Soon this room will feel more like home, you can already feel it. You’ll just have to paint over the ugly purple walls, is all. You giggle when you hear Yuna squeak downstairs, most likely dropping something much like you remember her clumsy self.

You hold out your grey university sweater in front of you, before tossing it on your bed and following close behind. The bed creaks when you land on it with a giggle. You roll over and stare at the ceiling, before breathing in the air of this new city. The thick feeling stuck to your lungs is still very much present— you doubt it’ll fade anytime soon. But still, the smell of mint and the smell of oil are refreshing. You swallow. Everything here smells like gasoline, the cars, the buildings, the people. Soon you’ll smell like gasoline too, and you’re aching to make a spark.

If the garage smells like one thing, maybe he’d say it smells like devotion. The smell of metal, and salt of the hours of hard work spent. It smells of rust, of oil and gas, of fire and of rubber tires, and to Chanyeol it smells like affection. He’s never been one for sentiments, but this place is the closest he has to an offspring, and the suffocating heat that collects behind the metal gate feels like home. The shop is a mess, a total of four unfinished cars in states of disrepair at his hands and at his mercy too.

The one from under which he straightens up from is a deep red mustang, and a piece of crap in his opinion. She’s old and has had multiple changes of parts already, and she’s luckily not his. Chanyeol would rather eat lead than buy a piece of crap like the one standing in the middle of the garage, since he sees the cars he owns as lovers. The 65’ model is a beauty though, despite that, and that’s why he’s putting in so much effort to keep her going. Putting the rusted bolts on the trolley next to him, he runs the back of hand across his forehead and sighs.

Coming from the back room sounds a voice, soft despite the loudness of the AC, and Chanyeol needs to lean back to hear him. “Howzit working out there, Yeol?” The tall, blonde man walks into the room with a rag swung over his shoulder, and ties the arms of his overall around his waist, leaving his chest free. Small beads of sweat sit on his collarbones from being in the back all afternoon. Chanyeol shakes his head as he looks back at the car, before grabbing the rag to clean the thick, black fluid off his hands.

“I changed part of the rear axle and the bolts to get her lower on the floor, but I can’t really do much about the corners,” he mumbles, voice deep. “Byun just needs to ease off the throttle when she under-steers in the turns, I’ve told him before. He’s asking me to fix something that’s isn’t even possible with his car.” His calloused hands tighten around the rag when he finishes, looking over at the younger when he hums.

“You know Byun. He likes to think he’s the main in an action movie. He’s gonna drive that baby into the floor, there’s not much you can do about it, Yeol,” Sehun says. Chanyeol sighs, before nodding and swinging the rag around his neck to pat the hood of the sleek, cherry Mustang. The fingerprints he leaves are like bruises on tender skin, love bites of his passion for cars. If he were asked to explain, maybe people would find it weird, but Chanyeol knows Sehun understands. The kid has just as much love for cars, if not more.

Running a hand through his icy, white hair, Chanyeol points towards the main door of the garage. “I’ll finish up some of the engine stuff later, I’m gonna go grab something to eat at 6th. You coming?”

Sehun lifts his lip and frowns, before sighing. “I can’t, sorry. I still need to work on the little beast over in the corner, and I’ve been slacking. Rain check though?”

Chanyeol nods and jams his arms in his overall, zipping it up high enough to be considered decent but low enough to let in some fresh air. “Sure. Don’t wait up if I don’t come back right away.” As he walks toward the door, Sehun turns on his heel though, and makes a dramatic gasping noise.

“So that’s why you always go to that same shitty diner. What, have you finally found someone you like?” Though there’s a playfulness in his voice, Chanyeol can’t help but wonder if it is meant as a genuine question about his sanity and persona at once. He sighs, but decides to be honest as he pulls open the stained metal and lets in the coldness of a breeze.

“No, I haven’t. I’m busy, I don’t have time for women and- liking people.” Sehun pulls a disbelieving face, but then just smiles and turns back toward the car. Maybe the look stems from the fact that Chanyeol was quite the ladies man just a few years ago or maybe because he still has his fair share of nightly outings like the lot of them, but Chanyeol is generally truthful. His life is busy as it is, and in his line of work intimacy doesn’t come easy. “Just don’t drop a wrench on your foot, idiot. I’m going. And no smoking indoors, Oh Sehun!” At the sharp giggle that rings out, Chanyeol steps out, letting the metal gate clash closed. He pulls his phone out of his pocket easily. The screen has too many cracks to count, because unlike his cars he doesn’t care much about this piece of metal.

No missed calls, which is always a good sign. He puts the phone back in it’s confinement, before fishing out a Marlboro pack and picking out a smoke. As he holds the thing between his lips and strikes the lighter, a recognizable screech makes it’s way down the wide street. He lights his ciggie and takes a deep pull as he watches the blue of a shape speed closer, chest rumbling with something that could build to be a song. The car speeds down the road and past his garage, only to stop harshly at the end of the road. The 66’ deep blue Miura P400 is parked a good thirty feet away from his feet, and though Lamborghini's aren’t his kind of car, he’s always had a knack for spotting the princesses in donkey skin.

A familiar tingle makes it’s way down his spine as he watches the driver get out and enter a shop across the street, knowing how easy it would be to unlock the old car and spark her to a start. It would take him not even a full two minutes, and yet he knows that his disobedience wouldn’t be appreciated. Besides, he doesn’t work like that anymore. So instead he takes another pull, and lets the smoke deep in his lungs. It’s always been easy for Chanyeol to drown in the heat. It’s always felt like second nature, that deep burning of desire between the spaces of his rib cage that beg to be ignited.

And he burned the brightest, everyone who knows him now was there when he did and will confirm it in a heartbeat. Though many of his fires have dimmed to mere embers with time, it’s always been easy for him to drown in the heat and now he has addictions that aren’t easily shaken. Smoking is one of them. He’s never been one to see it as a part of dying, not like some people refuse to touch a cigarette with a stick like the thing itself carries disease. He’s lived with death, ran alongside it for long enough to feel the smoke in his lungs as something familiar. As he breathes out, the driver comes back outside.

He’s tall, and wears a leather jacket with a logo that Chanyeol doesn’t recognize. When the stranger turns both ways to check the street, they meet eyes, and for a moment he pauses. When Chanyeol takes another pull, the man gives him a little nod and looks away. The Miura is driven out of sight quickly after, leaving him with the thick longing of getting to know not the driver— but the car. He drops his shoulders at the possibility of that, and tosses the stub on the ground to put it out under his feet. With a last cloud he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and starts walking.

The grass that sticks from between the sidewalk is carrying small yellow flowers now, enjoying the bright summer sun. Luckily the diner is not far, so he doesn’t mind walking the way. As he walks he keeps his eyes to the ground, though he glances around once in a while to check around him. Most people wouldn’t recognize his face, and those who do are smart enough to let him be, this he’s grateful for. The sun is already sinking lower and giving everything a soft, pink glow. As he rounds the last corner, it strikes him as odd, since the street is not totally abandoned.

He rights himself more, and strolls past multiple people casually, as he scans the area. The normally empty road almost seems lively, the smell of sweets filling the air. Admittedly, Chanyeol hasn’t been out a lot lately because of the heaps of work shoved on his shoulders, but the change is striking. He sighs deeply, before picking out another ciggie and lighting it, breathing out smoke with his annoyance. As he crosses the street to get to the diner, he frowns out of habit, letting thoughts devour him. The sweetness is slightly nauseating. With two big steps he makes his way to the door and grabs hold of the familiar metal, when a fruity voice breaks his silence. “Hey!” When he looks to the side, two bright eyes meet his.

You wipe your sweaty palms on your apron, and blink your lashes against the bright afternoon light. Yuna places her palms on the counter, and stares at the metal ice cream basket you plonked down ever so graciously. “Cream, machine, let it freeze as it stirs and take it out when half frozen. Done,” you repeat, glancing over your shoulder at her. Her pretty face is held in a frown, but she does her best to smile while you take a spoon to taste the ice cream you’ve made. It tastes… pretty good.

“Yeah, that’s all. You know how to make the waffles too, right?” You nod a curt yes, before her brows unlace from each other. “Good, just— don’t play around too much, ‘kay? This place is my baby, and it’s the only thing paying for the house and I-”

“I’ll do my best, Yuna, I promise. It’s good to know that you don’t think I’m totally incompetent,” you wink, slotting the new ice cream basket into the display next to the others. Standing near it in this weather is a blessing.

Your sister smiles, before swinging her arm around your shoulder. “Not totally, no. I just think you’re mildly incompetent.” She laughs along with you when you turn to her with your spoon, ready to smack it on her head. You give up when she holds her hands in front of her in a silent plead, smiling. “Right. I’m going now, you got this. Work hard and sell a lot, if you can. You saw how I did it, so I believe in you.”

“Thank you, sis. Go do business!” With a wave she slips out the door, and leaves you alone for the first time today. You’ve only started work a few hours ago, but that was with Yuna by your side, who’s basically a veteran at this by now. Being alone in the small store gives a weird feeling, though it’s nice to feel responsible for once. If you work hard, she might let you work here full time until you go back to school— a miracle because, ice cream.

Two people walk up the sidewalk, a couple strolling in the midday glow. As they get closer, you smile and give them a little bow. “Good afternoon. Would you like some ice cream? We’re selling at half the price today because it’s my first day.” The girl catches your eyes right away, widening with excitement as the delicious colors appear. Even before she asks, the boyfriend seems to know because he puts out his butt and reaches for his wallet.

“Yes, please.” She comes to stand on the step in front, and smiles. “For me, one strawberry, one lime please.”

“Would you like that in a cup or a cone?”

“Cone, please.”

“Coming right up. And for you?” you turn to the young man, who just shakes his head and runs a hand through his brown hair.

“I’m good, I gotta-”

The girl groans though, taking his hand and shaking it. You’ve got the woman’s ice cream finished in a second, and slide it carefully in the stand. “Come on, Minseok, just get an ice cream. Don’t you see how good they look?” You laugh a little at them both, and bite your lip.

With a roll of his eyes, he gives in. “Double coffee flavor, please. In a cone.” You nod and prepare the second ice cream quickly, as he takes out his money. Carefully you hand the cone over, before walking to the register.

“That’ll be… $3,04.” With that the man hands you a fiver, before starting to walk away. He just mouths ‘keep the change’, and grabs his girlfriend’s hand to continue down the sidewalk. You stare them down for a little longer, before sighing and looking around the street again. It’s not very busy, but there’s people walking, which is a good sign. You just need them to get close enough to lure them into your sweet-smelling trap. You giggle softly to yourself while you think that, because there’s not really much you have to do for people to crave ice cream. As long as you can get their attention— 

Right as you think that, a tall man comes walking across the road, towards you. He’s slumped forward a little, a cigarette held casually between his lips and his hands in the pockets of his blue overalls. His hair is a striking icy white against his golden skin. As he gets closer you notice the frown on his face, and almost decide to stay quiet. He glances over his shoulder, before reaching for the door of the building right next to yours, oblivious to your gaze on him.

Without being able to help it, you lean forward across the counter. “Hey!” you call, giving him a little smile. He looks up slightly confused, and definitely mildly annoyed. You don’t let that stop you though. “Could I tempt you?” You point down at the ice cream to drive the point home, watching as he gives you a one over. Despite his harsh expression, he has a handsome face, you notice, with soft features and a sharp jawline.

The man clenches his jaw, before raising his one eyebrow. “You’ve got the wrong one, sugar.” He keeps one side of his mouth still as he talks to keep his smoke in his mouth, which makes him look even more annoyed. His dark brows make him look stern, and despite his still youthful face— he looks a good bit older than you. “You’re looking for Byun.” With that he grabs the handle and pulls open the door of the diner.

“I highly doubt that!” you quickly bring out, breathing out when he turns over his shoulder to look at you. When he doesn’t immediately say anything in response, you twirl your spoon in your hand, with a little smile. “I don’t know who Byun is, I’m new here, you see.” Again, the man stares at you with a blank face, blowing out a cloud grey smoke in your direction. You turn your face away a bit, to keep from coughing at the smell, and try again. “You really don’t want some ice cream? It’s probably hot in whatever factory you come from, and we’re selling half the price.”

Finally, he reacts, letting the door drop closed to fold his arms across his chest. Even with the over sized blue attire, you can tell that he’s pretty buff, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s really only from whatever work he does. He picks his dart out of his lips to hold it between his fingers, to cocks his head back a little. “I don’t like ice cream.” Harsh shadows fall on his face like that, the sun low enough to create a dappled pattern on his warm skin.

You nod, before lulling your head to the side. “Well, then come talk to me for a little bit!” You don’t know why you’re putting in so much effort, when you could surely talk to someone less grumpy, but something about him feels familiar. Not in the way Yuna feels familiar, and not in the way your friends from back home feel familiar. His attitude is about as far as you could get from it, and yet, you enjoy the deep tremble of his voice. It feels comforting in a way, warm but not burning. You’re sure that if he were to leave now, he’d remain in your head for a long while.

He takes another pull from his smoke, and then looks around the street— for what you’re not certain. When he blows out his smoke, he sighs. “I don’t like talking either.”

You give a little giggle, and put your ice cream scoop back in it’s watery bucket. “Hmh- I think you’d be in the minority for both there.” He doesn’t really react, but you’re starting not to mind as much. Maybe he’s just a really quiet person. You pick one of the failed waffles and plop a part in your mouth, talking with your hand in front of your mouth. “I just wanna make friends, ‘ya know? Have you lived here for long? Do you know my sister?”

He stares at you for a while without answering, his dark eyes connecting with yours without fail. When you look at the floor with warm cheeks, he hums. “For long enough.” His voice is so deep and gentle when he speaks, that you almost find it doesn’t fit his demeanor. After a while of just looking at each other in silence, he clears his voice. “And I don’t- who’s your sister?” 

“Her name is Yuna, she’s the boss of this here shop.” You proudly glance up at the sign that hangs above your head, before smiling at him. Strangely, his thundery demeanor only makes you want to be more joyful, and you have no idea why. A persistent smile keeps tugging at your lips when you look at him.

He blinks twice, before shaking his head. “Never heard of her.” He puts out his butt on the cement instead of putting it in the ashtray next to the door, and shoves his large, calloused hands back in the pockets. His frown hasn’t left his face for a second, and it’s this that makes you pause.

With a small voice, you lace your hands together behind your back. “You really don’t want to be talking to me, huh?”

“Well noticed,” he sighs, lifting one of his brows again.

Though that stings just a little, you nod, and smile at him. “Okay, then. Have a good day! I’m Y/N, if we see each other again.” The man doesn’t say anything else, just gives you a little nod and then pulls open the door of the diner again. The loud music from inside comes to meet your ears as he does, but fades just as quick as it came when he walks through the door and lets it drop closed behind him. You stare at the door until the image of his frown fades, and you look back at the street.

Chanyeol sighs as he sinks into the chair, hands limply laying on his thighs. Sweat is collected at his hairline, a cold drink sitting on the edge of the table in front. His black shirt clings to his chest because of the heat, sticking uncomfortably to his back like a tight hug. He frowns as he looks over the crowd, running his tongue over his teeth. The whole ordeal is not his place, hasn’t been for a while now, and yet— here he sits pressed in the booth right in the center of the club, able to view the entire room.

This is a privilege that comes with the reputation he must have. His fingers tremble slightly when he looks over his shoulder, looking for one of the bartenders. He’d like a smoke right about now, but even he isn’t allowed to smoke indoors and he doesn’t feel like pressing between the sweaty, dancing bodies to make his way to the door. Instead he reaches for the whiskey and swallows the thing down without thinking. A vicious burn sits at the back of his mouth, irritating his throat. He doesn’t let it bother him.

The club music is almost deafening, bass trembling through skin and bone and maybe he won’t stay long enough for it to shake him, but maybe he will. His friends are also lounging in the seats, some more occupied then others. The girl next to him has her tongue so far down his friend’s throat that she must be able to taste every drink he’s had in his entire life. Chanyeol just looks around for a bit, before he makes eye contact with one of the bartenders and lifts his glass.

“Aren’t you glad I dragged you out of your cave?” Baekhyun says, almost shouting because of the music. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, dark brown hair sticking to his forehead. Chanyeol can see that Baekhyun has more alcohol in him than he’s letting on, staring across the crowd for what must be a new body to enjoy. When Chanyeol doesn’t answer right away, the older swings an arm over his shoulder and squeezes. “Loosen up a little, Yeol. You’ve grown so damn reclusive since you moved out of my place.”

This ticks him off, though he tries his very best not to let it show. “You know why I can’t, Byun. Don’t try your bullshit on me, I’m not in the mood.”

Baekhyun pauses when he catches eyes with his friend, gaze softening a little. “You can do whatever you want, Yeol, the past is gone. I’m not saying you have to find yourself someone fuck, I’m genuinely wondering, is all. We all know you’ll fuck someone when you feel like it. I just need to know you’re good.” When Baekhyun raises an eyebrow in question, Chanyeol sighs and nods. At that moment, the bartender of earlier sheepishly walks up, and fills his cup, leaving the whole bottle on the table while he’s at it. 

The white haired man sighs, before changing the topic. “How she drive now, anyway?” The aching in his lungs is distracting, his worked hands playing with the chain hanging from his belt.

Baekhyun hums. “She drives great, as always. You did a good job. She doesn’t shake like that anymore.” He tosses the last of his drink back and reaches for the bottle to fill up again. “You know, that rattling sound she made!”

“One day I’m not gonna be able to fix that rust bucket of yours,” Chanyeol mumbles, a smile pulling at his lips when Baekhyun gives him a comically offended look. “Get yourself a new one, for fuck sake.”

“How about you shut your mouth? Just do the job I pay you for and stop complaining.”

At that he can’t hold a grin. “You pay me jack shit, dumbass.” He swirls the whiskey in his glass and watches as it changes color because of the strobe lights. The girl next to him has now come to sit in his friend’s lap, and is still sucking face. With another smooth move he tosses the entirety of his glass back, and couches. “I’m setting off, guys. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” As he reaches to get up, slim fingers round his wrist.

“Yeol,” Baekhyun calls, prompting him to look back at his friend. Without another word the brunet pulls open his blazer and picks out a small bag, small blue pills filling it to the brim. Baekhyun asks a mute question with his eyes as he offers it to him, but Chanyeol puts his hand in his pocket while shaking his head the slightest bit.

“Not tonight, Byun. Thanks though.” With that he makes his way out of the group, saying goodbye to everyone and teasingly ruffling Junmyeon’s hair. He steps down the platform of the booth to weave between the dancing bodies. Some girls stare him down as he does, but he doesn’t feel like being nice tonight. And when he’s not nice, he brings on disaster. He prefers to keep tonight calm, making it to the door quickly. For the short two hours he’s been in the bar for, he feels pretty tipsy.

Those last couple of glasses would be to blame there. He takes a deep breath of the outside air, ignoring the people making out against the wall in front, and reaches in his pants for the familiar box. The flame is bright in the night, a bright red against the blue sky. The warm smoke makes it’s way in his lungs like a soothing balm, getting rid of the stress that built up in his muscles. The air is much colder now, but it feels nice. He takes a deep breath, and starts walking away from the club, crossing the street smoothly. Not many people will be racing tonight, he knows, since every worthwhile racer is collected in that bar.

He walks with slow but confident steps, enjoying the music as it fades into the distance. He didn’t park his car close. Chanyeol wasn’t going to let some drunk asshole scratch it up, or there would have been hell to pay. As he walks, the work he still has to do comes to mind. He still has the McLaren 12C Spider to work on, as well as one of his personally projects, and some touch ups for clients around town. As he walks, a face suddenly comes to mind. Your smile, and excited enthusiasm that would normally piss him off.

Though he pushes it down quickly after, you stay cemented far back in his thoughts, without reason. Finally he rounds the corner that reveals his prized possession, a 19’ Mercedes G-Class he got after trading his favorite car for Jongdae’s loss. He had been livid, but looking back now, it was a blessing in disguise. The blacked out windows gleam in the streetlights. He quickly hops in and drives her out off the street, ignoring the slight swaying of the street.

He’s driven cars when black out drunk before, so this is nothing. And even if he would get held up by the cops, he wouldn’t get in trouble. Exo owns this town, and everyone here knows it. He’s lucky to be where he is, with all honesty. If Junmyeon wouldn’t have picked him out of junior jail, he might have been in jail more than he would have been out. The drive to the garage is short. He doesn’t live here, but he’d rather not go to sleep tonight. Spending the rest of the early morning tinkering sounds that much more appealing. He throws a quick glance at the clock while parking her around the corner. 4:34 AM.

As he hops out, a sound catches his ear. The squeaking of metal. He frowns for a second, before reaching the front with big steps. Someone sits crouched in front of the garage door, with a wire cutter and clearly trying to force the lock of the door. Chanyeol clenches his jaw tight, before tossing his ciggie to the floor and crossing his hands over his chest. The harsh swell of his lungs is painful against the tight confinement of his ribs.

With all the self-control he can muster, he speaks out, voice deep in the otherwise silent street. “One more move and I’ll plunge a knife so deep between your shoulders that your grandmother feels it in her toes.” The person freezes for a second, before looking over with wide eyes. His face is covered with a face mask, but Chanyeol can immediately see he’s young. “You’re not messing with the right people, kid,” he rasps, pulling his black butterfly knife out of his shoe, and flicking it open.

The young man hesitates for a second, round eyes widening, before sprinting down the road. Though Chanyeol could easily chase him, by foot or car, he doesn’t. Instead he spits some of the leftover alcoholic taste on the floor, and stares at the retreating back of the dude. The blaring between his ears now gets painful, so he turns to get inside. When he does though, he catches a glint in his peripheral. Next to the damaged lock lays something, what turns out to be the wire cutters when he bends down to pick it up. Chanyeol sighs and puts his knife away again, before staring closer at the tool in his hands.

On the side, a name is written, messily scribbled like you would on your personal water bottle. When he reads it, Chanyeol’s eyes widen slightly in recognition. Yoonoh.

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California Sunrise

[~20 Min. Read, ~4.5K Words -- Mystery Member 👀 x Female Reader -- Non-Idol AU -- Romance, NSFW, 1/2 Fluff, 1/2 Smut -- Spoilers in tags, summer romance, drinking, exhibitionism, cockwarming]

[Prompt "Champagne Giggles" for neowritingsnet Summer Writing Fest]

By now, you weren't sure if you couldn't fall asleep, or wouldn't fall asleep. Surely, it wasn't the summer heat keeping you up, since the ocean air cooled down considerably at night. It couldn't be the bed; it was the most comfortable thing you'd ever slept on. Perhaps it was the noise. The light and the noise. It was never completely dark here like it was back home, and never totally quiet.

Sitting up, you rifled through your pile of clothes that had taken up residence on the desk chair beside the bed and pulled out a hoodie. You weren't quite sure why you were tip-toeing through the living room of the condo -- your aunt would be working at the newsroom until well after the morning broadcast. A set of keys sat on the kitchen counter with a loving note offering to let you borrow the car, and this was the first time you had felt confident enough at all to take that opportunity.

It was only day three that you were in Malibu at your aunt's place. You wanted to take the summer before your graduation to truly relax, maybe scope out some grad schools while you were out here. The culture shock was huge, beginning from your landing at the Santa Barbara airport. Your aunt had her own cute little sign for you at baggage claim, squealing with delight at seeing you for the first time in years, but she was a whole other person on the freeway, expertly ducking in and out of traffic and unflinching when other drivers honked or flipped her off. You had spent the first couple days getting used to her gorgeous condo (that you had affectionately been calling the Malibu Barbie Beach Retreat) and getting shown around town, but you still hadn't been able to fall asleep, beginning from night one. Now your aunt was back at work, and you needed to get out of here and work out some of this energy. Maybe all you needed was a change of scenery.

You carefully climbed into the gorgeous sports car housed in the parking garage downstairs. The condo was in pristine condition, as was your aunt's own car, but this particular vehicle was in desperate need of some love and attention. Then again, why should she care for the car she valiantly won in the divorce? After all she'd been through, the least she could get was a fat wad of cash and the asshole's beloved car. So now here you were, trying to familiarize yourself with this hilariously nice ride just so you could bop around town with no real objective. Finally content with the mirrors and controls, you backed out of the space, picked a direction, and drove.

How did it figure, then, that of anywhere in the city you could end up, that you were sitting on the curb in front of a gas station convenience store? You sighed and thanked the one kind old man who had offered to help tow you off the busy main road and help replace your flat tire, insisting on giving him the sparse bills in your wallet for his trouble. However, a lack of cash made you antsy and this whole adventure was quickly turning into a bruise on your ego, so you poked into the convenience store to buy a couple snacks and a comically large slushie with your atm card. With cash in your wallet and some comfort food in your arms, you were feeling a little better as you headed out the entrance -- that is, you would be if it weren't for the stranger colliding with you in the doorway, upending your gigantic drink all over your school hoodie. You felt the giant blue patch all over your (thankfully) black pullover before you saw it, looking up to see an appropriately horrified guy looking back at you.

"Oh -- oh my god, I am so sorry, holy crap--"

"No no, it's fine." You put your hand up to stop his babbling. You felt bad. He'd be cute if you had time and this wasn't some random encounter, his handsome features making him look a bit like a cute owl.

"Are you sure? The least I can do is buy you a new one--"

"Thank you, truly, but no thank you. It's just one of those nights; no big deal."

You stepped around the guy, out the door into the night air that blasted the wet patch on your hoodie to be freezing cold. You beeped open the car, piled the snacks into the driver's seat and stripped off your sticky top layer. The t-shirt you had on underneath hadn't been so lucky: a giant blue stain was setting in on the white cotton. You attempted to pat it dry the best you could with your damp sweatshirt. Sighing, you caught the eye of the guy still in the gas station, now in line for the cashier. He still looked appalled. Maybe you made this one of "those nights" for him, too, now. You pulled on your best smile and shrugged for him, tried to wordlessly let him know there were no hard feelings as you flipped all your snacks into the passenger seat and climbed in.

After you pondered and considered what to do with your ruined shirt, you sat in the living room looking out over the balcony, munching on snacks and sipping on coffee until sunrise.

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The next night it was the same story. You thought spending the daylight hours going on an adventure to get a new set of rear tires for the car, as well as supplies to tie-dye your stained shirt, would tire you out, but to no avail. This time, you took a different series of random turns and wound up at a corner store, renting a couple movies from the kiosk outside and loading up on more snacks for the night. You considered the cheap snowglobes across from the register as you waited for the cashier, genuinely considering a cute little one with a beach scene. The cashier called you up and you turned, gasping and glad you didn't have another drink in your hands as you turned back around and right into a stranger's chest.

"You're kidding, right? I can't be this unlucky for you," the stranger laughed. Your eyes widened as you let out giggle. The guy from last night? The chances were miniscule, but here he was. "Can I at least buy you a new drink now?"

You shook your head. "Thank you, but no thank you. I'll tell you what, though. If I run into you again you can get me a whole damn bottle of champagne. Deal?"

The stranger smiled wide and nodded. "Deal."

You returned his warm smile, giving a little wave after you paid the cashier and strolled out the door.

Returning to the Malibu Barbie Beach Retreat, you sat on the balcony, watching movies and snacking until surfers started arriving down the street for the breaks at dawn.

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Surely this would help you sleep. A late, midnight dinner in a diner you found would hopefully weigh your stomach down and help you get tired. You checked your relefction in your phone screen, noting you were starting to get some regrettable circles under your eyes. You were shaken out of your little bubble at the sound of something touching down on your table. Your food!

Or not.

A small bottle of champagne.

You swung your gaze up to find, sure enough, your faithful stranger pretending to sigh in exasperation at the edge of your table. "Turns out I can't even hit up my favorite diner without running into you, I guess." He laughed and gestured to the empty seat across you and, still a little stunned, you nodded.

"How do I know you're not just following me and you're actually going to kill me?"

The guy smiled. "You don't. But I can assure you right now that that's way too much work for me and I'm sure you're much cuter alive than dead."

You breezed past his sly compliment. "And the champagne?"

He shrugged. "I called your bluff and bought it right after I saw you last night. Just had it sitting in my car and, sure enough, here you are."

The waitress came with your food greeted him by name, confirming his claim. "Taeil." He only asked for coffee and a couple glasses.

"So, Taeil," you prodded, "what were you up to last night?"

"The last couple nights you caught me when I got off work. Or, rather, I caught you. I was just heading to the gym last night when I saw you. What about you?"

"Couldn't sleep." You sheepishly admitted.

"Hey, me neither! That's why I started working nights."

The waitress came back with coffee and a couple water glasses. Taeil grabbed the bottle of champagne and opened it, pouring you both a glass. He raised one to you.

"What are we toasting to?" You asked as you grabbed the other.

"How about you having a better vacation with some actual sleep?"

"Vacation?" You braced, ready to run if this cute guy turned out to be a creep. So many charming ones usually tended to, in your experience.

Taeil shrugged. "You were wearing a school hoodie the other night. And last night you were looking at the snowglobes, which -- sorry -- only tourists do."

"Fair enough."

You clinked glasses and drank as you talked. Taeil went to school during the day, pursuing a Masters in Choral Conducting. At night, he worked at a bookstore and cafe across town. You talked to him about school, about how you weren't entirely sure what you wanted to do after undergrad, but more than anything you wanted to find a better fit for you than your hometown.

"Well," Taeil wondered as he stroked his chin, "there's a lot you should try out in California before you decide you like it here. You've seen the sunrise by now, and a few sunsets. Have you been stuck in traffic yet?" He chuckled as you nodded heartily. "Of course, you've been to the beach."

You nodded again, eagerly telling him about your first day in town, how you immediately dragged your aunt the couple blocks to the beach. You hadn't been to the beach since you were a small child, and it was surreal to see the water beyond the surf stretch out to the horizon. Taeil listened intently, wanting to understand what it must be like to not grow up near the ocean air. "What's one thing you think I should do before I decide if I want to stay?"

"I think you should try going on a date." He smiled warmly after finishing another cup of coffee.

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow. "With you?"

Taeil shrugged nonchalantly. "With anyone, but I was hoping with me."

Your heart leapt in your chest. You were never with anyone this open and up-front before, let alone acting like that yourself. However, you had to admit it was exciting. Something about Taeil made you feel like a whole new person. There was an odd sense of intervening fate permeating the air. You noticed a streak of orange wash over the back of your hand and you looked out the window, noticing how the sun was already rising. Taking Taeil's hand on the table, you returned his smile. "Let's make a deal," you offered, "if I see you again, you'll get me another glass of champagne and you'll get a date."

"Deal."

You pushed your empty plate out of the way and left a few bills on the table before leaning across to tentatively, delicately, uncharacteristically and impulsively place a kiss on Taeil's lips, lingering as long as he would let you and as long as you could stand before you changed your mind and stayed in this booth. "Goodnight, Taeil."

"Good morning," he replied, smitten as he watched you grab your things and walk out into the slowly growing sunlight.

Back at the condo, you hummed to yourself as you cooked breakfast for your aunt when she returned from the newsroom. She had no idea about Taeil. In fact, she would probably be thrilled if she knew, seeing as she'd been suggesting you try going on a date or two while you were here. However, it was fun to have secrets every one in a while, since you never had much a need for them.

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A couple nights had gone past and no sign of Taeil. No amount of gas stations, diners, or bookstores turned up any results. Maybe fate wasn't on your side after all. Barring any chance of ever hanging out with him again, you resorted to an old tactic that helped you sleep back at school: exercise. Now, the community gym at the condo wasn't open all night, so you would have to go the dreaded route of getting a temporary membership somewhere. Fair enough, you figured, if it meant getting some sleep. You grabbed your backpack along with some workout gear and perused your options out on the road. Ultimately, you decided on an older establishment that was open all night.

After warming up with a quick jog on the treadmill, you got set up on the rowing machine on an easier setting than normal since it'd been a while. You were content that despite the convenient hours, the gym was virtually empty. It was easy to find yourself regularly distracted. Did Taeil even want to run into you by now? You astounded yourself that you came across such a ridiculous idea. For all you knew, Taeil was going crazy trying to find you, too. You lost yourself in thinking about your one clandestine kiss, how forward and reserved he seemed at the same time. This was the hundredth time you'd daydreamed about it since, the thought always inevitably turning to what else Taeil's lips might be capable of. You shook yourself out of it and concentrated on your breath, using the low music in your headphones for pace when you were startled by what you could've sworn was the sound of someone sputtering out water. You looked up, instantly surprised and elated as you locked eyes with Taeil from where he stood in the loft where the free weights were, wiping his mouth dry and setting his water bottle down. Springing to your feet, you had the distinct sensation of being 15 again and meeting your homecoming date as you ran to meet Taeil as he flew down the stairs. You collided at the foot of the stairwell, your excitement pushing you up and into his arms, your lips against his. You leaned back, bashful at your accidental eagerness until Taeil gave a breathless chuckle and pulled you close to do it again. You quickly ducked into the hall leading to the locker rooms right off the stairwell.

"Where's my champagne?" You giggled into his kiss.

"In the car. I didn't think I'd see you again," he murmured against you, "I was looking for you--"

"I was, too." You pulled back, gazing into his hooded eyes, giddy as he seemed excited by your admission. "Is this dumb? This whole thing?"

Taeil nodded earnestly, his arms wrapped around your waist, almost as if he'd been doing it for years. "Absolutely. But I'm enjoying myself too much to stop." He kissed your cheeks, your lips, your nose. "Not to mention I've been daydreaming about you since I last saw you."

You raised your arms to wrap around his neck, your fingertips feeling the sweat he'd been working up. "Good," you grinned, "me, too. Daydreaming about what?"

Taeil didn't let your lips drift further away, always eagerly following you. "About how fun you are. How pretty you are." He leaned in, brazenly kissing you deeply and holding back a groan as you gladly reciprocated. "... And it looks like I was right to think about how much I want you. What about you? What have you been daydreaming about?"

You bit at your lip. "I've been thinking about how nice you are," you nuzzled your nose to his, occasionally brushing your lips together and savoring his small shiver, "and how exciting this is... How excited you make me." You were convinced your face was beet red by now but didn't have a chance to ask Taeil as you noticed he had leaned back, almost deep in thought as his eyes ran over you.

"I make you excited?" He asked quietly. You briskly nodded. A sly smile spread across Taeil's face for just a moment before he pulled you in, his lips on yours before you finally felt his tongue bravely probe into you. You gladly accepted, unable to hold in a small moan that made Taeil tense against you. He grew bolder, pushing open the door to the women's locker room beside you and practically sending you both flying into it.

Taeil led you down the twisting maze of lockers, his tongue unable and unwilling to leave your mouth until he laid you down on a bench. He gently spread your legs to climb in between them, his lips meandering from your lips to your cheek to your ear, down to your neck where he held you firmly as the sensation made you squirm. You watched, entranced as Taeil kissed and nipped down your chest, his fingers crawling under your shirt. His searching hands gently groped you, almost faltering every time you softly moaned until the locker room door creaked open.

Fighting to stifle your laughter, you slid out from under Taeil and, grabbing his hand, pulled him into a shower stall and turned on the water. By sheer luck, you'd picked the accessible stall and had plenty of room to dodge the spray as you pulled him close, making quick work of grabbing his shirt and pulling it up over his head and tossing it over the shower curtain rod. For just a moment, you waited for the sound of a second shower to turn on while you admired his toned chest and taut stomach, your wandering hands drawing his attention for just a second until he regained focus.

Taeil kicked off his shoes and leaned down, tugging off his socks and pushing them to the side before reaching for your shoes as well. Your shoes joined his and Taeil gazed up at you, taking his time as he slid his warm hands up one of your legs. You sucked in a breath, trembling as he patiently pulled down your shorts and removed them. He looked to you again, waiting for a nod of approval before he gently pulled down your panties next, throwing the items over the shower curtain rod as well and pulling a laugh out of both of you. Watching Taeil admire your pussy made you blush all over, every nerve in your body on fire as you waited for his next move. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the cool tile wall, an involuntary gasp escaping you as Taeil tentatively licked into your glistening lips. The gentle roll of your hips in response emboldened his tongue, diving forward again to taste and savor you.

You bit into your lip hard until you heard the shower turn off, and it was an excruciating wait. You'd been eaten out before, but never with this much patience and attention. Taeil gradually slipped a finger inside you, his thrusts methodical as he playfully smiled up at you. You clapped a hand over your mouth to swallow your moans, well aware of the glistening drips trailing down your thighs and his chin from all his hard work. Finally, the echo of a locker closing and the door opening and shutting made you both let out a hearty sigh of relief.

"Good?" Taeil asked, dazed and almost drunk off you, off of this moment that neither of you figured you were capable of.

"Good." You assured, running your fingers through his hair to get a solid grip and leading his tongue back to your folds. You hooked a thigh up over his shoulder, your hips gladly following any tempo he set for you. Taeil deftly pumped his fingers into you as he worked his tongue against your soaked clit. Your legs shook, your heart racing as you knew your orgasm was coming. "Taeil," you pleaded, "make me cum."

"Absolutely," he panted against you, his tongue and fingers never stopping until you cried out, grinding onto his lips until your orgasm faded and you came back to earth.

Taeil sat back on his heels, obscenely pleased with himself as he rocked up onto his heels and grabbed your clothes. "What now?" He asked as he slipped his shirt on. You pulled him to you for a deep kiss, impressed with how you tasted on him.

"Take me home." You suggested. Taeil raised an eyebrow at you, the grin on his face loudly voicing his agreement.

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Taeil reclined with you on the chaise lounge out on the balcony of the condo, wrapped up together in a blanket and enjoying your glasses of champagne. The drive home had let your arousal taper off for the time being, though the thought of Taeil's gym clothes and soaked socks swirling with yours in the washing machine kept you giddy. It had taken just a second of convincing him that you'd be fine hanging out naked on the balcony. After all, it was well past midnight and you were covered up. You watched each other slowly undress in the dim living room, only illuminated by the moon hanging over the shore. Taeil was beautiful in a way you hadn't really considered guys before, only exaggerated by the way his gaze caressed every inch of your exposed skin.

You laid on the lounge, your legs tangled together and your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. "When do you go home?" He asked quietly.

"In a few days." You replied solemnly. "What'll we do? If you want to do anything, that is."

"Don't be a dummy," he laughed. "I don't know what we're doing, but we're doing the hell out of it. You can give me your number and I'll call you every day."

"Really?" You asked, humoring him.

"Or at least text you." He admitted.

"Good," you nodded, "you can send me pictures of what I'm missing. I can't believe I'm leaving the beach."

"Oh!" Taeil exclaimed, making you jump. "Before I forget--" he prodded you up and off his chest as he reached for his gym bag. He set something on the side table. The small, cheap, silly snowglobe.

You playfully punched him in the arm. "When?!"

He laughed and pulled you close again, wrestling for just a moment until you were laying on top of him. "Would you believe if I said that night at the corner store? When I bought the champagne, I turned back and grabbed it. I just couldn't decide if it was dumb to do or not.

"Absolutely," you nodded gravely, crumbling into a laugh as you kissed his momentarily astonished face, "but I love it. If you're not careful, I'm going to fall in love with you."

Taeil stared, his astonishment returned. You could see the moonlight shining in his widened eyes, dimming as the night slowly approached an end. "I'm glad to say the feeling is mutual."

Your train of thought barreled off the tracks, only brought back when you realized you felt Taeil's bare cock throb to attention against your thigh. You brought your lips to his, grazing against them. "What's mutual?" You whispered.

"The feeling is." He laughed quietly.

"Say it." You persisted, kissing him repeatedly and observing his cock throbbing with each one.

"If you're not careful I'm going to fall in love with you." He repeated, treading carefully as the soft head of his cock nudged up into the entrance of your pussy. "Or," he wondered aloud, "I already am but that sounds too dumb for me to believe it."

"It definitely sounds too dumb," you agreed with a smile, your hips easing down onto his length, accepting him into you with shallow thrusts and gasps. "But my feeling the same way leads me to think you might be onto something."

Your hips landed flush against his, his whole length nestled snugly inside you. You lay like that, not thrusting, not grinding, just laying together under the blanket.

"Well, then," Taeil wondered, his fingertips absently dancing up and down your back and shoulder blades, "maybe we are. For now. It doesn't have to be forever, but for now we are."

"Okay," you nodded confidently, "say it, then."

Taeil brushed your hair over your ear and cupped your face, his own eyes shining warmly in the night despite the dimming moonlight. "I love you." It was almost a whisper, but it sent echoes down your spine. "Your turn," he insisted.

"I love you, Taeil." You replied, your hips silently sneaking up on his length as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You let go for a kiss, suddenly realizing what your hips were up to as you slid down to meet his lips. You both let out a breathy moan as you moved. Taeil's hands drifted down your back to your hips and helped you find a rhythm together, quietly whispering your sweet revelations of affection for each other as you embraced.

You laid like that, slowly making love on the balcony as the night faded. You giggled and spoke sweet nothings to each other as you rocked your hips on top of him, wondering just how your vacation turned into this when you suddenly felt the light-headed sensation of an approaching orgasm yet again.

"Taeil," you whimpered, "I think I'm going to cum again. Do you want to make me cum again?"

"Oh god, yes," Taeil groaned, taking the chance to grab your shoulders and roll you both over. He adjusted the blanket so you were still covered before finding his own rhythm. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him down, your lips finding his ear and moaning growing encouragement as he steadily thrust into you.

"Taeil," you gasped, "say it again."

"I love you," he strained, "I have no clue what happened or how, but I love you tonight, and I think I'll love you tomorrow and the next day, too."

"I'm glad to say the feeling is mutual," you laughed, well out of breath, "now please, please cum with me." Your orgasm swiftly approaching, you clutched tightly onto each other as Taeil's hips stuttered against you, filling you up with each thrust.

And you slept. You fell fast asleep in each other's arms, only awakened by the sound of your aunt dramatically screaming at the sight of you in Taeil's arms, sleeping naked on the balcony as she came home late that morning. You shared a laugh together and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, suddenly more awake and alive than you had been all vacation.

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