#and now he's a familiar stranger i know too well whom i dont WANT to know

[thebirdandhersong]

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#as a side note i had a moment of horrid irony when i thought suddenly that I WISHED mr knight were there #because he was at the vigil last year and used to be a part of my church. and i suddenly missed all my old housemates #who were here last year! went to hug people during the peace and a good friend asked if i was okay #i was like 😭😭😭😭 not really and then turned around and SAW the boy and was like well this is a twist in the plot i truly dont care for #anyway all's well i just cried buckets more my heart's been wrung OUT #he lives fae away. he was not supposed to come. anyway he did and i shook his hand formally because he offered to (???) #*far away #it was totally bizarre #he did not stay for long which. thank God. i wouldve been so much more tired if he had #but he wished me happy birthday which irked me because we'd had an unspoken agreement to not wish each other happy birthday (for fear of #mixed signals) which. happened i guess #it was INCREDIBLY bizarre. the safest ive ever felt in my life was when he was holding me #and now he's a familiar stranger i know too well whom i dont WANT to know #anyway it has been a heartwrenching and soul draining Lent and past six months or more and i was ready to cry #and so i did. bawled like a baby after certain readings and songs. cried and cried and cried #re: reasons for that concerning the ex boyfriend: it is SO weird and i dont know how to deal with it #like. i still have so much love that it feels like grief and the grief bleeds into that love too #but that love isnt for HIM anymore or at least not the person i found he was. so now it really does have nowhere to go #ANYHOW IT'S LATE BUT THE POINT IS. HE IS RISEN AND THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS #THAN SEEING YOUR EX BOYFRIEND AT CHURCH AND BEING LIKE ?????? HUH????????

[adorable-american]

In Denial pt1

Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia or any of its characters.

Experienced!England x Naïve!America

Mentions of drugging

R18

Don't like, dont read.

America wasn't sure how he had gotten himself into this situation. Waking up in a stranger's bed- that's not something he did. Ever. "What happened last night??" He groaned, sitting up just to feel the pain come down hard in his head. "Omg!" He flopped back down and felt the world spinning. "Make it stop!"

"Oh. You're awake, it's about time~" A familiar voice spoke, opening the door to what was assumed the bathroom as England's lean figure stepped out in nothing but a towel. Water still dripping off his damp messy blond hair and racing down over his pale skin.

America felt the heat in his face as he sat up looking at the Brit. His eyes linger way to long on the hint of muscle on the older man's abdomen.

England noted this and decided to pick on the younger. "Like what you see? Keep staring and we might repeat last nights events.~" He winked, knowing America was still a virgin but Alfred had gotten so black out drunk last night England was certain he wouldn't remember. As America's eyes widen and face tinted darker red England came beside the bed, sitting on the edge as he took America's hand and kissed his knuckles one at a time, then his wrist, his elbow, his tricep, shoulder, slowly making his way up the American's arm. Wondering how far until America stopped him.

Squirming from the unfamiliarity of this type of affection America was hesitant to pull away. "What happened last night?" He asked as England kissed him.

"Oi! How could you not remember!? It was so beautiful, those sweet lips shouting my name.~ I'm surprised that pretty little throat of yours isn't sore." England teased with a wink as he rubbed his thumb over America's bottom lip.

Finally America pushed him away and pulled the comforter up over himself. His eyes resembling that of a puppy. "Tell me. What happened!"

"Oh fine!" England sighed, inspecting his nails. "We went out drinking last night after dinner. I think the bartender messed up your drink and gave you alcohol instead of nonalcoholic like you requested. To be honest, I don't understand why you do that when you are legal age here..." Here referring to France, where this month's meetings were held. "And I hate to tell you Ame, but I think one of your drinks was spiked. Someone kept hitting on you and you were flirting back. It was rather hot." He winked at America who was now holding a pillow tightly to his chest. "Anyway, we know how you are so we didn't let the guy take you off. Canada had to hold him off while France and I got you in a cab. In the rush, however, your wallet and hotel keys were lost. So I brought you back here and watched over you. That all."

"So... we didn't do it?"

"No, I was just messing with you a moment ago." England still watched America, there eyes locking for a moment, England could see the relief wash over the younger nation. He wanted to go back to teasing him and see those perfect cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Is Canada ok?"

"Yes. He took care of the perv, then went and met up with Prussia and Germany at a different pub. France went home, I called the pub already and they found your wallet. We will be late for the meeting but France and Germany know. We are going to get your wallet and and bring you back here so you can freshen up and change for the meeting."

"Oh, sounds like you've already got everything figured out."

England chuckled. Kissing America lovingly on the cheek, "oh please, you've taken care of the drunk me so many times, I'm glad to repay the favor for once." Letting his hand run through America's hair he couldn't help but linger close, a lustful look in his eyes. Everything he had said while teasing the lad he wished he could make true. He wanted to do all sorts of nasty things to the cute blonde below him. He wanted to soil that purity and ruin him of that naivety but he wouldn't do so until he heard the words come from America's mouth.

America could feel the tension growing from England, the heat of his touch, the hand in his hair it was doing something to his body, he wasn't sure what that feeling was but it made him feel both good and nauseated at the same time. Catching the look in England's eye made him tense up even more. What is this feeling???

**** 45 minutes later ****

England and America had joined the meeting, Anerica had reclaimed his stuff from the pub down the road, showered, changed, and they found the hotel's conference room on one of the upper floors. It had a gorgeous panoramic view of the outskirts of the Parisian city below. America had been seated between his brother, Canada, and Japan. The curved table in which they all sat gave him the perfect angle to occasionally look over to England every now and then. At some point during the meeting America and Canada had started exchanging notes. Initially America started by thanking his brother, whom, started asking questions like how he felt, did they make it ok, what did he even remember from the night? To which America answered, admitting he didn't know anything but that he desperately wanted to talk to Matthew privately over the lunch break.

England knew America was watching him, he knew everything about the American, his favorite food, color, his every thought. He could read him like a book, and for so long he knew of America's little crush on him. He felt it too but America was new to sexual/romantic relationships and for so long he hoped that America would finally get the courage to talk to him about it. But seeing him now, passing notes to his brother and eyeing the Brit as he wrote. England now knew that wasn't going to happen, he should have known that America couldn't sort out his own emotions. Well tonight, tonight England was gonna remedy that. He would tell America instead.

//Ok this is getting longer than I anticipated. I'm gonna stop here and make a part 2.

#ukus #wfsn #hetalia

[richukisbb]

Girl you know good & well we wanna know more!!

Haha okay! A continuation from this post!!

Please feel free to stop by my inbox! Thank you for letting me relive this day ❤️💕❣️

So I was sitting fourth row from the court and then these five boys came in but they didn’t know who should sit where and then richard took the initiative to sit first then chris. At the time I didn’t know that they were CNCO (please don’t come for me 😔)

But I knew they were somebody by the way that they dressed and came in together. Surprisingly their managers weren’t there like frfr who let them do these things alone?

So my dad and I were talking and he didn’t know who they were, just thought maybe they were the next Menudo… I realized I left my bag at the venue restaurant and I was freaking out. That meant I had to pass them in order to exit the row. 

I passed Richard then Chris and here’s how you know Chris be a fucking friendly flirt because as I’m passing him, he looks up at me and is like, “Hi mami.” 

I HAD NO IDEA WHO HE WAS AT THE TIME SO I’M INTERNALLY SCREAMING LIKE “Whose child is this?”

Again I didn’t know who I was talking to so I just waved at him and said hi back lmaoo.

I come back to the seats (I GOT MY BAG BACK BTW!!) and my dad is like “You should say hi to them now because they might not come back for half time.” But I didn’t wanna say “hi who are you?” 

So when they were doing their IG stories, I was fucking squealing to my dad about JOhn Mulaney bc he walked in with Pete Davidson and you can hear me on richard’s story like “OMFGGG ITS JOHN MULANEY” whom I dont really care for but I wasn’t aboutta fan girl over pete.

I kept peeping Richard’s phone and it lit up with CNCO updates from twitter then I was like 😱😱😱😱😱

Also their WhatsApp groupchat is a very real thing lmaoo 

I texted a friend who was a fan “bro i think im sitting next to cnco” and i seent her those pics of Chris and Joel. 

I sent her this photo so she could tell me who I’m sat with.

Then my dad was like “you really need to say something now if you want a picture.”

With any ounce of confidence i had, I was like “Are you guys CNCO?”

And they all collectively, ten eyes and five heads turn to me like “YEAH!”

I told them “you all dressed like one unit and I figured that you looked familiar” PLEASE DONT EXPOSE ME TO THEM THAT I ONLY KNEW REGGAETON LENTO AT THE TIME 😩

No one had come up to them yet so I guess they were really excited that someone recognized them. 

Then I asked for a picture and my dad took it.

SO THIS IS HOW AND WHY IM IN RICHARD’S LANE! It just happened that i talked to him the most because we sat next to each other. 

Rich and I talked about being from New York and if he misses home. Then we talked about how they were doing promo things but after the NY trip they were headed, I think, for a short vacation. We talked about basketball and this game is our first game so he high fives me. 

Then we stopped talking for a little bit but yall this man’s leg was 

P R E S S E D against mine the whole time!!!

I was like “am I dreaming this or is he really not gonna move his leg off me??”

But also I hadn’t seen my ex in five months because we were doing “long distance” so any amount of physical touch from a guy i was aboutta 🥵🥵🥵

Then half time rolls around and they all leave. When the break is over, they actualluy don’t return and my dad was like “at least you got the picture.”

bc most celebs don’t stay past half time, it’s mostly to show their faces and then bounce.

bUT OUR BOYS COME BACK Richard and Chris are drinking beer I think. So I jokingly said to richard, “Oh, you're legal?”

I SHOULD’VE KNOWN THEY WERE BUT I DIDN’T

And hes like “Yeah shortie!”

So they’re also doing their IG live at this time (I have videos I took while they were Ig-ing live but tumblrwont let me publish onto this doc) You can kind of see me in my blue shirt in some frames. 

I know word gets out that CNCO is at the game so the venue asks if they could be on the jumbotron and of course they say yes. The song they play to introduce them was reggaeton lento. CHECK OUT THIS LINK! I TOOK THIS VIDEO OF THEM!!

Im fucking laughing bc my dad kept pushing my back to get me into the frame of the jumbotron, which again you could see my blue shirt on it. 

Anyway it’s time for them to go and they leave the game a little early because they dont wanna be caught with the crowds. They’re all super nice and turn to say bye to me.

But real quick I ask richard if I could get a hug

and he says “Of course, baby.”

I REMEMBER THIS BC MY DUMB THEN BOYFRIEND HADN’T CALLED ME “BABY” WHERE I FELT LIKE IT MEANT SOMETHING.

So another man calling me baby, I’m like: damn I’ll be your baby any day of the week.

Which in all seriousness, even though he’s richardcamacho, there was a gut feeling of “this stranger (okay so hes a celeb but so what) shouldn’t have such an impact on me if I’m getting enough love from my boyfriend.”

ANYWAY we hug and I accidentally tip off his hat. 

They come behind our seats and I shake Erick’s hand which is where I told him that he had pretty eyes and he’s like “oh! thank u!!”

And that’s pretty much my story with how I met them 🥰🥰🥰

BONUS CONTENT:

I told my ex that I hugged Richard Camacho and HE BLEW UP ON ME lmaooo.

HE was like: how would you like it if I hugged a random B list celebrity? 

YA KNOW I’m at fault for hugging a fucking billion+ streamed latin artist but he can go and fuck around with six other women during our whole relationship???

AYEE

So we broke up and it started because he was jealous of Richard, which is so fucking dumb. But I’m glad it happened yk? Otherwise, I’d still be in the relationship. 

But at the time I didn’t know he was cheating until a week later I was thinking “There’s no way we broke up because you got jealous over a celebrity” and sure enough he was fucking with 6 other women. I have screenshots, pics, voicemails... the hardest part is he doesn’t think he did anything wrong. 

To his deathbed, he believes that he was a devoted and true boyfriend. 

I’m clearly still hurt and angry, healing too. But healing isn’t linear. Some days are better than others. 

When I first found out about the cheating, all I listened to were the CNCO albums and drowned myself in interviews.  I read imagines, blurbs, and fell for witty comments that y’all be posting on their photos. 

I’m truly so thankful for my CNCOwner family.

I hope we all get to meet our boys. I’d tell them how thankful I was that they went to that game and how much their music has impacted my life; for it lead me to all of you 💕💕💕

#I cry #im emo!Richard now #siiigh #cnco #joel pimentel #zabdiel de jesus #richard camacho #christopher velez #erick brian colon #mun

[17mounteens]

Itch (Seungkwan)

Request: hi !! could i please request a seungkwan soulmate university AU where ur friends with jeonghan whos met his soulmate, but u only recently got close so he introduces u to his friends and u have to excuse urself w jeonghan bc ur tattoo starts to itch and u dont know whats going on,, ill leave the rest to u tysm !!

» You’re friends with Jeonghan, who’s a year above you at your university. He’s already met his soulmate, and as you continue thinking about yours whom you were yet to meet, he figures that having you meet his friends could cheer you up. Your soulmate tattoo acts up, which leads you to discover your soulmate.

» If you’re using the tumblr app and can’t see the scenario, which is under a “keep reading”, please try opening the post in your phone’s internet browser (or a computer)! 💕

» 4,090 words

Turning seventeen was a turning point for everyone. Until then no one was expected to care about their soulmate, although some were still wary of growing feelings towards anyone with the knowledge that they might not be meant for them. You, on the other hand, had been one of those who didn’t really think about it much and instead followed your heart while living life to the fullest.

However, it wouldn’t last forever, and after you woke up during the night before your seventeenth birthday, nothing had been the same.

You had woken up due a tingling, irritating sensation on the back of your right shoulder, and when you had looked at it from the mirror in the morning, you could only stare at the soulmate tattoo that had formed there, a beautiful depiction of what seemed like two flowers meshed together.

Ever since then you had spent countless sleepless nights just gently tracing the tattoo, wondering what the person who had an identical tattoo on the back of their right shoulder was like.

Would they be your type? Would they have similar values with you? Would you share any interests with them? Would your personalities match?

It kept you awake a lot, really. While it was said that your soulmate would be the person you’re the best match for, by the time you were in your second year of university you knew about several occasions where the match had been everything but made in heaven.

That was yet another day when you had gotten lost in thought, thinking about what-ifs regarding your soulmate, and it had not gone unnoticed by Jeonghan. He was a year above you, but since his part-time job had taken a fair share of his time, he was still doing some second-year courses, where you had also met half a year earlier. You hadn’t really started getting closer until recently, however, after you had worked together on a longer project and realized that you got along very well and had a lot of things in common.

And, since he had already met his soulmate, you felt like he was providing you with some sort of support as you still waited for the day when you’d finally meet yours.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan called from the other side of the table you were seated by in the library, and grinned at you when you jolted. “I don’t think thinking about your soulmate will help you in the exam.”

You pouted at your friend, but nodded in defeat. “I know. It’s just… when will I meet them?”

“When the time is right,” Jeonghan said, half-joking, but you knew well that that was the general answer.

“How did you meet your soulmate?” you asked, your eyes trained on the tattoo on Jeonghan’s inner wrist, and only moved your gaze into his dreamy brown eyes when he hummed.

“They came to the convenience store five minutes before my shift ended,” he said with a snort, and you felt your heart drop at how close it had been that he hadn’t met his soulmate that time. “And, you know, when they paid for their things I saw the inside of their wrist, and I just couldn’t let it go.”

You nodded and slowly drifted back to your daydreams, from which Jeonghan would eventually pull you out of again.

You couldn’t help but wonder how you’d meet your soulmate and when. Would it be a similar close call, and more importantly, had you already missed a chance to meet them?

Days went by and your sense of longing for a person you didn’t even know only remained, and as you and Jeonghan also continued hanging out more and more, he had come up with an attempt to cheer you up a little.

You were studying at a cafe that was surprisingly quiet considering the amount of customers, and after eyeing you for a while, Jeonghan finally spoke up.

“Say, Y/N,” he began thoughtfully and placed his pen between his upper lip and nose, from where it fell when you snorted at the sight and he laughed heartily. Knowing that he had your attention, he continued, looking at you warmly. “We’re pretty close now and all, and I’ve got some friends who want to meet you. Are you up for that?”

“Why do they want to meet me?” you asked incredulously, squinting your eyes a little, and Jeonghan couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he thought you looked.

“I’ve told them a lot of fun stories and they’re always up for meeting new cool people,” Jeonghan noted, and although your mind immediately jumped to what kind of fun stories he could possibly mean, you also found yourself smiling almost smugly.

“I’m cool now?” you asked while scribbling on your notebook.

“Their words, not mine,” Jeonghan said and laughed when you threw him a quick glare. “But so, are you up for it?”

“Sure,” you hummed, mentally going through all the friends you’d ever heard Jeonghan talk about. “So it’ll be… who?”

Jeonghan listed you the names, and you smiled at the memory rules of a kind he had after each one: you weren’t the only one he enjoyed telling stories about. Mingyu, the accident-prone guy who was still the person to go to for help. Joshua, his best friend who had two very different sides to him. Seokmin, the one you got a fun story about at least once a week. Seungkwan, the one who always livened the atmosphere and took care of everyone. And, as the last person Jeonghan could fit into his apartment, Seungcheol, the only one who could ever drag him out for a workout.

“Sounds like a good crowd,” you hummed and nodded. “When?”

“This Friday,” Jeonghan grinned, excited to have all of you meet, which he hoped would not only cheer you up but also enable him to hang out with all of you at once.

Besides, he had a feeling you’d get along with his friends just fine, and so far he hadn’t met anyone who would’ve said no to discovering new people they enjoyed being with.

You waited for Friday with excitement and anxiety, feeling a sense of pressure about meeting people who, at least according to Jeonghan, wanted to meet you. You couldn’t help but feel like they were expecting you to be somehow cool and amazing, and you weren’t sure if you were what they expected.

All you could do, you supposed, was to calm yourself down and meet them with an open mind and, as difficult as it may feel, be yourself.

And so, that Friday you were headed to Jeonghan’s place. When you were still several meters away from the door leading to the hallway, you saw someone open the door to go in, which made you speed up.

Fortunately you didn’t have to raise your voice to ask them to keep the door open for you, as the dark-haired boy turned around right on time and looked at you, and without a word kept the door open until you could get in, too.

“Thank you,” you said with a small smile when you finally reached the door, and felt a new sensation run through your body when your gaze met the boy’s.

Like electricity.

“No problem,” he said warmly and walked to the elevator, where you followed him. After pressing the button to the fourth floor, he turned to look at you. “What floor are you going to?”

“Ah, the fourth, too,” you said and clutched the strap of the bag you had on one of your shoulders.

It was the first time you were feeling so many things in the company of a stranger, and you were confused, to say the least.

Your heart was beating a bit faster, and while you felt restless you also felt comfortable. You had never met the boy before, but there was something very familiar - reassuring - about him, and that feeling only confused you more.

Once the elevator doors opened on the fourth floor, you walked to Jeonghan’s door, and were all the more surprised when the boy stopped next to you and reached to knock on the door.

This time it was you turning to him, mustering up all of your courage before speaking. “Are you one of Jeonghan’s friends?”

“Yeah,” he smiled and tilted his head a little. “I’m Seungkwan. Unless he’s invited more people, I take it you’re Y/N?”

You nodded with a small smile, and somehow the stories you had heard from Jeonghan, most of them positive, made Seungkwan appear all the more warm and comfortable to you.

Before the two of you were able to get further than saying that you were happy to meet one another, Jeonghan was already opening the door and grinning at the two of you.

“Oh, I see you two have already met,” he snickered and let you in to his apartment, where the others were pretty much gathered around the coffee table, some sitting on the floor and some on the couch. Jeonghan looked at the others and pointed at the two of you, as though showcasing you.  “Y/N and Seungkwan are here.”

Everyone greeted you with bright smiles, and all you could do was scan through the faces, some of which you had seen in photos that Jeonghan had shown you, but you could hardly put a name and face together for any of them.

After you and Seungkwan had gotten your shoes and jackets off and everything, you joined the others by the table that had plenty of snacks and beverages to enjoy. Everyone was excited and eager to introduce themselves to you, and while you were a bit nervous in such a new situation with strangers, their antics made you feel more at ease fairly soon. 

You were sitting next to Seungkwan, who somehow only made you feel more comfortable, and his affectionate bickering with Mingyu made you snort from time to time, which he noted with an amused smile.

Not too long into chatting with everyone, you frowned and reached for your tattoo to rub it. It was starting to get itchy, but for the time being you deemed it to simply be irritation for whatever reason; you never knew.

However, as the evening progressed, the itch got worse and worse, to the point where it took up most of your thoughts. You were uncomfortable, constantly rubbing or scratching or grazing the tattoo with your nails, but it never kept the itch away for more than a few seconds. By then you had moved to the kitchen to try to deal with it while drinking water, and Jeonghan was standing by the wall with Seokmin, who seemed to be telling a story.

Sighing, you figured Jeonghan might be able to help you, and so you placed your hand on your tattoo and walked up to Jeonghan and Seokmin. Jeonghan turned to look at you with surprise written all over his face, and his expression turned more concerned when he saw your puzzled expression that also gave away that you were feeling rather uncomfortable.

“Can I borrow you for a sec?” you asked, and Jeonghan frowned a little, but once he saw where you kept your hand, he immediately nodded and let you drag him into his small bedroom.

“Are you okay?” he asked when you were in the peace of his bedroom, and you nodded while lightly scratching your tattoo.

“I guess, it’s just… my tattoo is itching a lot and I don’t know why, and I thought maybe you could help me a little,” you said through your discomfort, and once you lifted your gaze to Jeonghan’s eyes, you were surprised to see them as big as they were. 

His eyebrows only seemed to rise more and more, and when you quirked your eyebrow, urging him to just spill it, he melted into a playful smile. “Y/N, that’s kind of… that means you’re near your soulmate.”

You processed his words for a moment, and the more of it registered in your brain the faster your heart started beating.

You were near your soulmate. 

Having been at Jeonghan’s place some times before without any itching on your tattoo, you figured that maybe it wasn’t the location but the people, and so you slowly moved your gaze out of the bedroom door, scanning over his friends that you’d just met.

With the widest grin you’d ever seen on his face, Jeonghan turned to look back into the living room, too, scanning over his guests. “I really wonder who it is.”

You could only nod as you looked around as well, your heart beating fast in your chest at the possibility of meeting your soulmate. Your gaze went over everyone again and again, yet you were constantly drawn to a very particular guy with a loud laugh, a bright smile and a habit of fixing his fringe by a shake of his head.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you took note of just how often he was rubbing the back of his right shoulder, always accompanied by a puzzled frown.

Before you were able to finish your thought, Jeonghan turned to look at you with his eyebrows raised. “I think your soulmate might be Seungkwan.”

And as soon as you thought about how you had felt in his company that evening, starting from the very first time your gazes met at the door to the hallway, it all made sense.

How you hadn’t realized to think more of it was beyond you, and you still weren’t sure if your soulmate really would be Seungkwan, but you were itching to find out - quite literally, too, you noted bitterly as you tapped your tattoo with your nails in an attempt to ease the itch a little.

“How did you not realize this before?” you asked Jeonghan with a pout and hit his arm with your hand lightly.

He was still grinning almost uncontrollably, and he looked at you warmly while shrugging. “He’s just really the type to keep his shirt on and while we’ve talked about soulmates, he’s never shown me the tattoo.”

“Okay,” you huffed, and felt your heart flutter the slightest bit when Jeonghan mumbled something about having a feeling about you getting along particularly well with Seungkwan. 

“Alright Y/N, come on, time to get things going,” Jeonghan more or less declared before you were able to ask him to explain himself, and he quickly took your hand into his before dragging you back to the living room, where he brought you to Seungkwan. 

Seeing the two of you approach, Seungkwan turned away from the song cover video Joshua was showing him and instead looked up at Jeonghan with his eyebrows raised.

“Seungkwan, Y/N here has to go home and I think you’re just the person to walk them there. I think you guys have a lot to talk about,” Jeonghan said energetically, and you felt your heart jump to your throat when Seungkwan turned to look at you, right into your eyes.

His eyes dilated a little as soon as his gaze met yours, and you just knew he’d felt the jolt of electricity, too.

“Do you live far?” he asked, and feeling a sudden surge of confusion wash over you, you nodded and shook your head at the same time. Seungkwan snorted, at which you felt your cheeks heat up and shook your head to clear your thoughts.

“Not that far,” you said, and got a playful nod from him.

“It’s fine, I could use a longer walk, too,” he hummed and got up from the couch.

A small smile spread to your lips, and the sight of it made him smile, too, and Jeonghan gently ushered the two of you to the door while the others laughed.

“Are you coming back?” Joshua asked Seungkwan from the couch, and after checking the time on his phone, Seungkwan shook his head.

Jeonghan, too, shook his head knowingly. “He has other things to do.”

Seungkwan threw his friend a confused look, but before he was able to ask Jeonghan what he thought he knew, you were already opening the door. “Alright, it was nice to meet you guys! See you again!”

The others replied with similar words, and after Seungkwan had gotten into the hallway and you were about to close the door, you still got a wink from Jeonghan. “Good luck.”

“Shush,” you groaned in a whisper, already feeling nervous and stressed, and took in a deep breath after closing the door.

You turned around and nearly jolted at the way Seungkwan was staring at you.

“Did you really need me to walk you home?” he asked, playfulness all over his voice and tone, and you found yourself shaking your head with an embarrassed smile on your face. He laughed. “Then why?”

“I’ll tell you when we’re walking,” you blurted, and let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding when Seungkwan agreed to wait.

The two of you took the elevator back down in comfortable silence, and as you stepped into the street, he looked at you curiously, waiting for you to say something.

You licked your lips slowly as you built up the courage to bring up the topic of your possibly matching soulmate tattoos, and when you spoke you did it as steadily as you could with your heart hammering in your chest. “So… I noticed you’ve been rubbing your right shoulder a lot.”

He gave you an embarrassed smile and rubbed the spot in question a little. “Yeah, I don’t know what’s happening. My tattoo’s never been like this before.”

“Jeonghan said that it’s related to being near your soulmate,” you blurted, and he stopped in his tracks. When you turned to look at him, you were met with a quirked eyebrow, and it was with a quivering smile that you turned a little and tugged down your jacket and the collar of your shirt to show him your tattoo. “Mine’s been itching a lot tonight, too.”

Seungkwan could only stare at your tattoo in silence. His heart was racing in his chest as he tried to find any differences between your tattoos, but ultimately failed. When he spoke, he sounded dazed. “They’re identical.”

“Do you… want to show me?” you asked quietly, letting go of your collar, and nervously turned back to face him properly and watched him slide his denim jacket down, after which he tugged at his collar, too, to reveal a tattoo identical to yours.

Your feelings could hardly be described with words. Your eyes watered as you stared at the tattoo with a happy smile spreading to your lips, strong waves of disbelief, relief, serenity and gratitude washing over you.

When Seungkwan turned to look into your eyes, you could see his eyes glistening under the street lights, too. “I never thought I’d meet you like this.”

Nodding silently, you bit down on the inside of your lower lip and swallowed your tears when you felt his hand shyly reaching for yours, which only seemed to make you more emotional.

Chuckling softly, Seungkwan gave you an amused look despite being emotional, too. “Do you want a hug, maybe?”

You hadn’t exactly ever hugged someone you’d just met nor had you wanted to, but Seungkwan wasn’t just anyone and you were feeling the most vulnerable you ever had, and so you found yourself nodding, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around him loosely as you hid your face in his shoulder.

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, too, and you felt his nose on the side of your head as he embraced you. You could almost feel how fast his heart was beating, and it made you laugh, after which you sniffled quietly.

The two of you stood there hugging one another for a good two minutes before pulling apart, feeling overwhelmed, to say the least, and Seungkwan smiled at you warmly while you wiped your cheeks with your sleeves. “Do you want to grab something to drink and just… go somewhere more peaceful?”

“I’d love that,” you said, looking into his eyes with a sense of security settling into your heart, and walked with him to the nearest cafe with your knuckles brushing against each other’s every now and then.

Only after you had gotten your drinks and left the cafe did you dare to reach for his hand and hold it, looking at him from the corner of your eye to make sure it was okay. When you saw Seungkwan’s lips curve into a smile you concluded that it probably was, and so you walked to a small park that was pleasantly quiet at that time of the evening.

You found yourselves a bench by the path and settled there comfortably, facing each other with your cups on the bench between the two of you as you started to get to know each other, all the way from the basics - how old you were, where you studied, what your families were like and so forth.

It didn’t take long for both of you to feel like you were hanging out with someone you had known for a while already, and the playful teasing came more or less naturally for both of you.

The past five years you had been thinking about what your soulmate would be like, and now that you had met him, you were over the moon. If not perfect, at least he seemed promising.

He made you laugh, he read you well, he had good manners and seemed to vibe well with you, on top of which you did find him incredibly attractive, to the point where it made you a bit stressed. 

All in all your worries faded away as hours passed and you and Seungkwan talked about everything that came to mind. Neither of you really wanted to part ways, but when you yawned for the fifth time in a short period of time, Seungkwan chuckled softly.

“Should I now walk you home?” he asked playfully and grazed the back of your hand lightly with his finger.

Giving him a tired smile, you nodded and looked into his eyes. “I think that’s a good idea.”

With that the two of you left the park, and after disposing your cups you reached for his hand, which you held onto during the walk to your place. He smiled when he noticed his heart flutter a little at that, and you, in turn, smiled when you felt him squeeze your hand.

You walked while continuing the excited chatter, and once you reached your building, Seungkwan pouted and looked at you, at that point holding your pinky finger with his. “Do you want to meet again at some point?”

“At some point?” you asked with a grin and laughed heartily. “We’re soulmates, I’d love to meet you again, whenever you have time. Preferably soon. I’m free tomorrow.”

He laughed at your obvious excitement and looked at you warmly. “I’ve got nothing tomorrow, either. And you’re sure it’s not too soon?”

“I think we’ve waited enough,” you said softly and took a step closer to him. “Meeting again so soon doesn’t have to mean we won’t take it slow.”

“Alright,” Seungkwan nodded, and after he let go of your pinky finger you felt him place his hand lightly on your back. “So… dinner?”

“Why not lunch?” you asked playfully, knowing full well why, and laughed when he looked at you with that look.

“Well, first of all, we just spent five hours talking in the park, it’s three in the morning and I need my sleep,” he listed and laughed afterwards. Then his gaze softened again. “And I think dinner will take longer, which means we get to talk more.”

“You’ve got a point,” you grinned and nodded and leaned in for a hug, during which you inhaled his scent that already felt comfortable and all kinds of pleasant to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And please let me know when you get home.”

“I will,” Seungkwan said quietly and hugged you with a serene smile on his lips.

Soon you were standing in the hallway, watching him walk away as warmth took over your chest. 

A back covered by a denim jacket had never looked so good, and the message you got next made you smile more than most.

”I know you’re still there. Please go up and get comfortable. 😙”

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[boy-who-never-grew-up]

MGG smut plz dont read this

“Oh what-can-it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen“ I sing as the songs ends “Cheer up sleepy jean”

Claps come from the drunken maybe 30 or so people at the karaoke bar. I take an overzealous bow and try to keep my balance. The room spins slightly as I stand straight up. The DJ loudly announces the next singer and song as I walk back to my group of friends. They give another drunken round of applause and compliments all around, even though I really butchered the last verse in “Sleepy Jean”. I feel my best friend yank on my arm and pull me closer to her face.

“Look who came in half way through..” She pointed vaguely across the bar at a group of people, none of which whom I knew. “Tonight is your night, I told you. Did I not?”

As she talks eagerly in my ear, I look deeper into the crowd. I remain unsure of what the fuck she’s talking about. I quickly sweep over and over again, looking for a familiar face, but I find none.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I stop her mid-ramble.

“It’s what’s his nuts... You know from the show you watch- not Law & Order the other one... What’s his fuckin’ name the tall cute one.” She yells into my ear, as if I’ll understand her better the louder she is.

“Matthew Gray Gubler?” I ask.

“YES! I knew his name, damn. Yes! He’s here, he walked in half way through your song.” She excitedly gets her point across and tugs on my arm.

“No fucking way, you’re wrong.” I scoff at her.

There’s no way he’s here. I try to look again, but now there are more people at the bar in the way of whoever was there before. She pulls me about two feet to our left and positions our heads just right and points across the room; much more specific now.

On the other side of the room, by the bar and near the wall, I see a man with curly hair with a drink in his hand by his mouth, but like he was too enthralled with what his response would be to whoever is talking to him so he couldn’t take a drink. He smiled wide as he listened, and I watched for a second or two as he gave his response, they both laughed, and he finally took a drink. 

“Fack.” I spoke bluntly “Fucking shit dude.”

“You have to talk to him, I’m not giving you the option. This is happening.” My friend spoke, still attached to my arm with excitement. 

“He’s probably here with someone.” I immediately excuse.

“He’s literally not. Oh my- listen, all you gotta do is talk to him. The worst that happens is you get turned down.” She refutes “This is a one time chance, and you’ll regret it if you don’t do it”

Anxiety rises in my chest through my stomach as I watch him and his friends move to the open pool table. I feel like my fucking mouth is sweating and like there’s no way that I’m gonna be able to go over there and say anything to him.

“Plus, you’ve been saying you wanna try to hoe it up a little. this is the perfect time. Vacation, bar, pretty guy.” She grabs my chin and turns my face to her to make demanding eye contact “You look extremely hot tonight. Your ass- looks great in those jeans, I cant stop staring. Literally, everywhere we have been I’ve had to keep the guys off of you. You’re the one in charge here.”

She speaks with such confidence and power. She raises her eyebrows at me as if to say “Are you gonna go fucking do it?” So I take a big huff and ball up my fists and turn to start walking over. I’m suddenly feeling how actually drunk I am, and if I wasn’t so drunk, that would make me nervous that I’m gonna look like a complete idiot. I suddenly realize that I have no game plan and the drink I’m holding is just ice at this point. I’m about ten feet away and there’s no stopping because it is now very clear that I was actively making my way across the room to this specific spot. I’m physically shaking at this point where I walk up right behind him as he leans over the pool table. I watch as he misses his shot and stands back up. I take a deep breath and let it out as I step up next to him and look up to smile.

“Hi.” I say, hopefully loud enough for him to hear.

“Oh, hello.” He says back to me and smiles.

There’s silence for a second, he looks back to his friends taking their turns, and back to me.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I blurt out, after what seems like holding it in for minutes in silence.

“Ah,” He looks at his half empty drink and back to me “Sure. You heading to the bar?” 

He points to the bar, and honestly, I’m just surprised I made it this far.

“Yeah!’ I respond, trying to keep my cool.

We both take off in direction of the bar and I am mentally trying to sober myself up to walk a straight line. As we reach the bar, he turns to me and immediately reaches out his hand to shake it.

“I’m Matthew.” 

I shook his hand and gave him my name with a smile. 

“What are you drinking?” I ask him, pointing to his drink.

“Ah, whatever seasonal beer this is.” He twists his bottle to look at the label, and then turns it for me to see as well “What about you?”

“Gin and tonic.” I say and raise my drink a little.

“Oh, wow. You look really young for a sixty year old dad.” He dead pan says to me.

My jaw drops with a hint of a smile. I feel a wave of peace come over me as we both laugh and I defend my drink choices. 

“Cheap beer seems to get the job done for me.” He says and takes another drink.

“I can’t help that I just have a refined palette.” I tease.

He nods towards his friends to gesture that we I follow him, as he turns to walk back to his friends.

“Are those your friends?” He points to the group of girls I came with who are now walking up to do a karaoke song together.

“Oh gosh, they really are drunk.” I say as “Ice Ice Baby” comes on over the speakers.

He laughs and leans down slightly to say to me “Are you not?”

I giggle and turn to look at him as I say “I mean yeah, but not group Ice Ice Baby drunk.”

He smiles at me and grabs the pool stick he had earlier and steps up to take his shot.

“They’re about to fuckin’ kill it though just watch.” I add in.

He misses his shot, hands the pool stick to his partner, then grabs his friends attention and introduces me to them and vice versa. I smile and wave extra awkwardly and sip at my drink which is starting to only taste like lime and not gin.

“Are you gonna do another song?” He crosses his arms and looks at me before looking back at my friends going hard to “Ice Ice Baby”.

“Uh, yeah I think so. I’m still trying to decide what song I wanna do.” 

I watch as my friends start to get sloppy at the mic and laugh a little. Matthew speaks to me again, but this time he’s much closer than before. He cranes down a little to listen and speak to me.

“What are your choices?” He asks.

I dare not turn to look at him lest his face be close enough for me to analyze under the dim bar lights and see the color of his eyes. I keep my eyes on the group of girls at the front rapping their hearts out.

“I’m thinking What’s Up by 4 Non Blondes or maybe I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston.” I say loudly.

“Ooh, throw backs. I love it.” I can hear his laugh much clearer now 

“You should do 4 Non Blondes, if you care what I think.” He adds that last part as he stumbles over his recommendation.

Smart. Also, good suggestion. I smile and nod.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” I say coolly and step forward to walk to the DJ.

I’m freaking out that I’m actually maintaining this casual courtship so fuckin’ well. He seems to want to talk to me, which is amazing, and I’m not tripping over my feet or stumbling over my words. I can feel my cheeks tighten as I smile walking towards the DJ booth. I wait as the last song finishes and I am handed a mic to head out. All through the song, all I can think is that he’s watching me. Normally I like the attention, but right now I feel nervous-like when you’re forced to participate in something as a child. I try to relax and get into the song. I close my eyes and after awhile it’s just me and the music. I do my best, even give a little bit of a performance. I do another bow as the song ends and smile. I look up to see him standing in the back smiling and clapping. My heart races as he smiles wider when my eyes catch his. I hand the mic back to the DJ and walk back towards him. I left my drink at his table, irresponsible around strangers I know, but I had felt like I needed a reason to come back to him. I walk past my table and give one friend a high five and my best friend smacks my butt as I pass. She grabs my arm and stops me before I walk away.

“If we all need to crash in their room so you can have our room at the hotel, that’s fine. I can stay with them tonight. I am in all support of this.” She whispers in my ear.

I smile and thank her for her kind idea as I continue my walk back towards that tall tall man. 

“Hey! That was great!” he perks up as I near him.

Nervously, he raises his hands and I don’t think initially he knew what he was doing, but I didn’t either. We both end up double high fiving and then awkwardly looking away because we both knew that was so fucking stupid. I grab my drink and make sure to thank him for the compliment before I sip. 

“What did your friend say into your ear? Looked like she was gonna rip your arm off.” He says as he finally turns back to me.

I take a breath and turn back to him to make eye contact.

“She heavily implied some very inappropriate things.” I smile and take another drink.

“Oh! That’s super awesome.” He says blankly. 

“She’s very set and steady that I take you back to my hotel tonight.” I said honestly “However, I literally have never gone up to a man and bought him a drink at a bar and I’m just not sure that I could really get myself to a place that I could do that.”

“Well, you’ve already done the hard part right? Taking initiative. I’ve never had a girl by me a drink before, surprisingly. I’ve had some ask if I could buy them a drink. So, it’s a first time for me too.” He reassures me.

“Is that something that you would want to do? Take me to your hotel room?” He says as he sets his beer at the table with my drink and leans on it, facing me directly.

“I’m not really sure. I feel like there’s so much to disclose before something like that but the bar isn’t the best place to do it.” I reply honestly.

He scrunches his nose and nods “I totally get it. I don’t feel like I have to tell you but, you don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do.”

“Well,” I start before taking a sip of my drink “Is that something you would want to do? Go back with me?” 

“Do you wanna have another drink? We could sit down when I’m done with this pool game.” He replies.

“Actually, I need to drink some water.” I shrug “I have to make ‘responsible decisions’“ 

I pfft my tongue at that and smile. 

“Who says?” He laughs as he responds.

“I do, actually.” I blush and look down at my drink, away from his smiling face.

“Well, do you wanna sit down over a couple waters then?” He suggests.

I look back at him and smile and nod. I wait as he finishes the pool game, every so often coming back and standing by me to talk to me. Occasionally, my friends would wave me down and give me extremely obvious thumbs up and gestures to check my phone.

I roll my eyes and give in and check my phone.

:“you need the room or nah? we tryna to head back”

I huff and look up at Matthew. It couldn’t hurt right? It’s once in a lifetime thing, I  have to.

:”I think so, but we’re gonna hang out a lil more”

:”k we’ll get anotha drink then call the lyft.”

:”Okay”

I set my phone down on the table and look up to the opposing team taking the winning shot. Matthew drops his shoulders and pouts for a second, but quickly moves on to come stand by me.

“I’ll be right back.” He says and sets his half empty bottle down at the table and walks towards the bar.

I fidget with my nails as I wait, nervously. He seems sweet, and he seems to be just as awkward as me. As confident as it must seem to offer him a drink, I feel so small and dumb. He clearly came here with his friends to play pool and now I’ve ruined that. 

As I worry through my thoughts, he comes back to the table and sets down two large glasses of ice water. Luckily, he’s good at sparking questions and the conversation went on pretty well. He’s very awkward but somehow it makes me feel comfortable. We talk about pets and coffee and youtube videos and it goes well. Really, not what I had expected from trying to pick someone up from a bar. He asks for pictures of my pets and of course I show him. We talk about classic rock and our favorite bands. Comparing oldies and swooning over Bright Eyes. We sip through the remainder of our drinks and keep going on about music. At about a third of water left, somehow religion gets brought up religion and other beliefs. At water empty, it started getting deep. Bringing up childhood trauma and dealing with death. 

I look over at my friends and they are standing around as if they’re waiting. I dismiss myself quickly and head over to them.

“Hey, you guys can go...” I interrupt.

Shrieks of shock and joy come from them but I try to shush them as much as possible.

“Listen, I’m not promising anything will happen. But, I’m going to stay and chat with him a bit. I’ll get another Lyft.” 

They all smile and tease me. I give them hugs and send them off as they spew warnings about men and encourage me to have fun.

“Looks like you missed your ride.” I jump as Matthew speaks next to me.

“Oh, uh yeah. They’re gonna head out, I just wanted to hang out a little more...” I excuse.

“Those things you wanted to disclose... “ He turned to look at me “We can get an Uber, is that a good place to talk?”

My heart thumps through my chest as I look him in the eyes. He has another cup of water in a paper cup in his hand and the Uber app open in his other.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, that would be fine.” I stumble out.

“Are you sure? I mean, we can just share the ride back nothing has to happ-”

“Yes, I would like to. I want to.” I cut him off.

“Cool, well, we have like fifteen minutes until the Uber is here. Did you want another water?” He offers the cup in his hand with a smile.

“Sure, thanks.” I say as I take the cup.

We both kind fall silent as we wait. Like everything to be said here at the bar has been said. The next dialogue is to be in the car. The disclosure. We’re in the loading screen. I spend a little time peeing in the bathroom and checking my makeup. The rest I spend internally panicking. Not in a “I don’t wanna do this” way but more like “There’s no way this is really happening” way. Occasionally, we would catch each others eye contact and blush and smile. It feels good to know that he is just as nervous as I am.

*In the car*

“Let’s disclose this foreclosure!” Matthew declares as we get on the road.

“I don’t think that makes sense.” I tease.

“Yeah, y’know I tried. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, yeah I know what you mean.” I mumble.

The car is so quiet compared to the bar. The late night empty roads seem deafeningly silent. I try not to look him in the eye again. There’s so much I want to say, but how does one even say them?

“So?....” He starts.

“So?” I stall.

“What did you wanna talk about?” He pushes.

“I’m not... Well, I’ve never just hooked up with someone.. I guess.. Like, outside of a relationship, and just really have never had an experience that I was satisfied with. There’s so much I want, but I’ve never had someone to give that to me, y’know.” I can feel that I’m definitely still pretty buzzed and saying things is coming rather easy once the first word comes out.

He smiles as he watches me explain my predicament.

“Yeah, I’m not really one to really go home with people from bars either so we’re on the same boat there.” He reassures me.

I can see his eyes watching me intently. Watching my lips intently. As I talk I feel my words being seen. He licks his lips once as he listens.

“I just feel like, if I’m gonna hook up with someone, I should go all out right? Trying to mix your body with someone’s that you don’t even know seems complicated. I feel like it’s trial and error and time, and all I’ve ever been is dissatisfied.”

“Anything else?” He says quietly, still not breaking his stare.

At this point we’re both facing each other in the back seat, nearly dismissing the middle seat entirely.

“I don’t think I can promise I won’t catch feelings for you.” I say finally, letting out my breath as I do.

He pauses for a second, I don’t think he even breathes, but he says “I’m fine with that.”

Before I know it, the gap between us is closing. He moves in hastily like he’s been craving to kiss me. I bring my hand to his cheek and kiss him back. He lays one hand on my neck and the other on my hip as he almost pushes me back in my seat, hungrily stealing kisses. I hold his hand that lay on my neck and snake my other arm around his neck. We keep kissing as the ride goes on. Going back and forth between peppering kisses on each others lips to overwhelming amounts of open mouth exploration. His right hand slides down and over my chest, and though I’m holding his hand, I can tell he didn’t just move there for convenience. If I wasn’t buckled in, he would have me on his lap right now. Which is really where I wanted to be. 

The car ride felt both too short and too long. Making out in the backseat is a world I could get lost in. Ahead, in the hotel I need to be ready to get real. Making out in the backseat is easy and actually hooking up with someone is complicated. I could stay in this sweet bliss forever,.

As the car rolled up to the hotel doors, we parted lips. I go to pull away but he holds me in place for a moment.

“I want you to know... I promise I won’t disappoint you.” He tells me, softly and kindly.

After we get out of the car, Matthew runs around to meet me and we walk into the lobby together. Down the hall, away from the front desk, he grabs my hand and leads me. He kisses my hand before pulling me in to kiss me on the mouth again.

“Fuck, I really like kissing you.” He says as he smiles against my lips.

“We’re almost to the room.” I try.

“Which one is it?” He asks, in between kisses.

“Next one on the left.” 

“You have the key?” He asks, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer.

I push the key into his hand then, to my surprise, he literally sweeps me off my feet. Okay, maybe not literally. With his arm tightly around my waist, when he stands, my feet come off the floor. He unlocks the door and ushers us inside. He tosses the key card and drops me onto the edge of the bed. He plops down beside me and immediately grabs my face and begins kissing me again. Through this, he sloppily takes off the flannel he has on top of his pink t-shirt and tosses it across the room onto the desk. This time, he pushes his fingers back into my hair and I wrap my hands around his wrists. He pulls away to speak, but he stays close and doesn’t open his eyes. The glimpse of him that I catch he looks breathless. Like drinking a full glass of water after a drought.

“You said that there’s so much you want...” He says slowly “What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble “I’m all over the place man.”

He kisses me again before he speaks “How about...” Another kiss “I can start off, y’know, in charge...” Another kiss “And when you feel comfortable,” Another “You can do whatever you want..”

His kisses stray from my lips and down my chin. Over my my neck and to rest on my shoulder. Here stayed many, placed tenderly. I feel him rest his head against me, his hot breath wafting down my chest.

“We’ve got the room all night, right?”

My fucking heart stops. This won’t be disappointing.

“Yes.” I say in almost a whisper.

“Yes you want me to take charge or yes we have the room all night?” He sits upright, away from me.

My body reacts to him pulling away, too soon. I catch myself from reaching out after him. 

“Yes to both.” I agree.

“Sweet.” he nods “I have promises to fulfill.” 

He gently pushed me back to lay down, slowly looming over me as I do. His hand runs down my chest, my stomach, and to my hip. He leans down to kiss me, but only once before layering kisses down my chest to the edge of my shirt. He slides down to rest on his stomach and pushes my shirt up slowly, followed by a trail of kisses. He breathes slowly against my skin as the shirt moves higher and higher up my chest. I finally take the liberty of just removing the shirt to get it out of the way. He re-positions himself again, on his knees, leaning on his right arm and his other underneath me, reaching at the bra clasp. Just as I thought hungry Matthew was gone, he pulls the bra off completely and immediately presses his mouth to my chest. Wet, soft, and suckled kisses wander across my breasts and quickly turn to starved rough kisses and light bites of skin. He moves down over my stomach, taking time adjust to the curves and rolls of my body, before laying a fully contacted wet one onto my skin. 

At the top of my jeans he stops, resting his head against my skin and pulls at the sides of my pants.

“These looked great on you, but now they gotta go.” He mumbles.

Swiftly unbuttoning my pants, he continues to lay kisses on my exposed skin. He large hands pull at the sides of my jeans, this time successful, and pulled then down over my legs, off my feet, and tossed them to the floor. I feel the rumble as he lets out a whiny groan against my stomach. 

“Tell me to stop whenever.” He says as he pulls down my underwear, slowly, all the way off my legs.

“Please, don’t stop.” I say in a hushed voice, already ashamed of what I wanted from him.

I can feel him smile against my skin as he begins to press kisses to my thigh.

“I like that ‘please’.” He kisses further in, where leg meets body.

I feel his tongue glide up my bikini line and over the bare skin near my hips.The chill tickles me and my body tenses one degree more. He sits upright, still holding my leg, at the ankle now and rubs his other hand down my leg.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, okay?” He asks softly “But I wanna hear you say please.” 

He kisses my ankle and holds his lips there, waiting for my response.

I pause for a moment, wondering what exactly I should say. A jumbled murmur of unfinished asks stream out of my mouth.

“Yes, please... I want you to. I want to. Please.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, lips still pressed to my ankle “don’t have to ask me twice”

I brace my nerves as he kisses up my leg and slides his tongue up into the folds of my pussy. He places a wet kiss at my clit before running his tongue down, around, and inside me. I hide my face with my arms, and try to steady my breath. I feel his arm that’s not wrapped around my thigh slide up my stomach and his hand grasps mine.

“Hey,” he pulls his mouth away from my wetness, and kisses my tummy once “Uncover your face.”

He pulls my hand away from my face and intertwines his fingers into mine.

“I want you to look at me.” He says, with sweet nurturing eyes as he leans his cheek against my thigh.

He kisses my leg with the side of his mouth as I take a breath and uncover my face to meet his eyes. He never breaks eye contact as he goes back down on me. I watch intently, trying to control my facial reactions, as he utilizes his whole tongue and head movements to pleasure me. I can’t help but whine as I watch him so intently do his best to make me feel good. Every time his tongue touches my clit, I flinch and tense, leaving behind a trail of “Oh”s and “Ah”s. I try desperately, but it’s so hard to keep my eyes on his when all I want to do is close my eyes and lean my head back. Not to mention, it feels so vulnerable, him watching me as I come undone. As I feel a tension in my stomach begin to rise, I hide my face once more with my free hand. I feel his touch get lighter and I can hear his soft pleading voice, in between sweet sultry kisses.

“Relax, okay?” he begs me.

I nod, still hiding my face and mumble “I know, I’m just embarrassed.”

“Hey,” he whispers once again as he hovers up to kiss my face.

“I love this,” his hand that holds mine pulls down over his jeans and atop his hardening cock “Trust me. Please don’t be embarrassed.”

He lets go of my body and stands upright on his knees. I watch as he slowly lifts his shirt over his head and off his body. He tosses it to the ground and quickly undoes his pants. He pushes them down and awkwardly struggles to get them all the way off, and even more so as he tries to toss them away. I giggle a little as I watch him. Even on his knees he towers over me but he’s so soft that it’s calming. When he finally draws his attention back to me, a big smile crosses his face. We both take a second to just laugh a little. He licks his lips, and my eyes start to wander down his body. His sharp shoulders and thin frame. The muscles on his arms tense in pulses and his hands, making their way back to my body, feel like they encompass all of my skin whole. I can feel every joint in his skinny hands as as squeezes my waist a few times before descending back to my body.

His mouth quickly goes back to work, kissing my pussy like he was so desperately kissing my mouth earlier. I let myself watch him, but I let myself enjoy it too. I watch his bare shoulders and neck, tensing every time he moves his head. I let out a shaky moan as he hums against my core and loudly makes out with my body. My moans grow louder with every flick of his tongue and it sets me off more when I hear him begin to moan from his own pleasure he derives from getting me off. Any sense of fear and holding back, leaves me body as I can feel the energy rising within me. Finally, I tangle my fingers in his messy curly hair and hope he doesn’t mind that I pull on it as he begins to bring me to my climax.

“Oh, oh.” I whine “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He laughs between strokes of his tongue and continues the movement he was doing, but slightly faster than before. I ball my fists in his hair and cross my ankles on his back. My hips begin to lightly roll against his face and the sound of him begins to fade way in a mess of my own cries. His left hand comes around and pulls my hand from his hair and intertwines our fingers. My legs tense around his head as I spill over unto ecstasy in a heap of praise and a chorus of “Yes, yes, yes!”. When I squeeze my hand around his, he squeezes back and I don’t let go until I can finally relax and let my breath flow.

I let out breathy whines as he kisses up my torso and back to my lips. He kisses me like before and I can taste myself on his tongue.

“Fuck,” he says between kisses “You’re amazing.”

“You definitely didn’t disappoint.” I whisper in his ear as a tease and leave a kiss at the top of his jawline.

I begin to kiss his neck, and it’s salty from the small sweat he worked up pleasuring me.

“Well, I’m not done yet.” He mumbles, clearly distracted by my kisses.

He pulls himself closer to me, his chest on mine, and I can feel his erection underneath his underwear. I can’t help but moan, knowing that he’s hard from eating me out and feeling his full size against me. He shivers and I lay a few bites on his skin. I push his underwear down as he wraps his arms around me and leans his full weight on top of me.

"Do you want me?" He mutters in my ear.

"Yes, fuck yes I want you." I reply, desperately.

I tried to hold onto his shoulders but as he pulled away to align himself with me my hands landed in his hair. I tighten my grip as he enters me, letting out his own moan of satisfaction.

"Fuck," our stomachs brush together as he pushes into me "Fuck, it's tight."

He lets out more of a cry in a shaky breath as he lays his face to rest in my neck. He says it's tight, but I'm not sure that he's not just bigger than what we were both accounting for.

His arms hold tight around my body and he forms a rhythm, pulling in and out of me, pushing deeper everytime. He fills me completely but I don't think he's even all the way in. The thought of him is ravishing, but feeling him actually pumping in and out of me is making me delirious.

"Ah, ah," he moans into my neck "Fuck, you feel so good "

He starts pushing in harder, trying to fit his length inside. His right arm snakes up my body and his hand onto my hair. He pulls my head back as far as I can lean it, and bites my trap near my neck. With every stroke, he gets harder and harder, still yanking on my hair for momentum. His breathing dampens my neck as he pants with his movements. I can see his contorted face, nose scrunched and eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open letting all his moans spill out.

All at once, with his hand still in my hair and on my back, he flips me over on top of him. He lets both hands rest holding my ass, pulling me in the same rhythm he was before. I barely have to do any work as he moves my hips to make me fuck him. His right hand lines up my torso, pushing me to sit upright, and he massages my breast in his palm. He watches me for a second as I try my best to keep my hips moving. Then, again, he picks up my weight and sits up, pulling himself out of me. He kisses me once, tenderly before speaking.

"Turn around." He says against my lips.

I don't hesitate to respond to his demands, I turn around and lean down on my knees and elbows, widening my legs as much as possible. With one hand pressed into my back above my ass, and the other pulling on my hips, Matthew pounds into me. I bury my head in my hands and let him take what he wants. Listening to him unravel because of me raises tension inside. I cry out for him to go faster and without answering, he does. Strings of curses and praises drip from his lips like honey. I can tell he loves being inside me.

He pants faster and faster and stumbles over his words. His pace becomes unsteady and sloppy and I can tell he's gonna cum. His arms wrap around my body, his hands holding onto my opposing hip and shoulder, holding me in just the right spot for him to pump in and out of me a little more before he climaxes. Listening to him, I feel my peak rise and take over. I hold onto to his arms and stretch as I feel it pulse through my body. As I slowly loosen, I feel Matthew reach his climax as well, burying his head in the crook of my neck. I can feel his open mouth breath on my skin as he catches back up with oxygen. I run one hand up and through his hair, pulling him closer to kiss him on the face.

"You're amazing ..." I whisper to him.

He takes a deep breath and lets out a tiny moan against my skin.

"I keep my promises." He says lazily.

#mine #original #dzire original #plz dont read this

[luvreyn]

My Manhua List (2019) pt. 1

I just recently discovered the existence of manhua and manhwas, and i really enjoyed reading them. So as a picky reader, here is a list of my recommendation if you want to start reading them p.s is it just me or there’s only a few of manhuas that are well written 

Once More

Summary:

Missing each other due to misunderstanding in high school, the two of them returned to teach at their alma mater after graduating from college. After seven years, Muli Yang didn't recognize that she was the young girl An Xun. Now one of them is a gentle yet scheming male math teacher, and the other is an unromantic and poker-faced female physical education teacher. When they again meet each other, the things are still there, but men are no more the same ones, can they restart their relationship? And the secret of high school is gradually being disclosed...

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- this is about two highschool schoolmates who were (still are) in love with each other but misunderstood each other’s feelings they went their separate ways but fate brought them back together when the ml started teaching at their alma mater

- read because it’s gonna reminds of hs and all the dramas that came along w/ it 

- plot = 5/5 very simple but well executed so hands down

- art style = 6/5 very pretty 

- the ml is sly and cute and handsome

- the mc is very cute and a cat person so there’s that

- mc is also a pe teacher so she’s athletic 

- the characters are cute and has their own thing

- transition of the past/flashbacks are great

- the ‘villain’ is effective so you’re gonna hate her too

- great read personally it reminds me of my craziness in hs wherein i was trying and failing to impress my crush

Love is Like The Cherry Blossoms

Summary:

He knows her secret. She knows his secret too. He is the coolest guy in school. She is the curve wrecker of class. They make a deal in exchange to keep each other's secret. They should be strangers after that promise. But he offers to help her confess to her crush at the same time. Is that true? Is he just teasing her? Or...?

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- same author as Once More 

- light read if you want to feel in love and return to when you had a crush or first love or whatever

- plot = 5/5 simple but well executed honestly the author is so good it makes me want to beg her to create more gems such as this one

- art style = 6/5 ngl i really love the artstyle it’s so pretty

- the main couple are well suited for each other so chemistry is there

- you’re gonna relate to the mc in terms of what she feels when she’s with her crush

- ml is cute badboy that is soft with the mc 

- side couple is cute too

- there’s no villain and you’re gonna understand all the motivations of the characters 

- the characters doesn’t just revolve around the mc/ml they have their own thing same goes for the ml and mc who has their own thing but still support each other

- to conclude this is a great read with lots of soft and fluffy moments uwu

Long Live My Queen

Summary:

As a hapless modern girl, Xi Yuan travels in time to another world at the end of her life. Unexpectedly, she is stabbed to death on the moment she wakes up. However, owing to this accident, she acquires immortality and captivates the eyes of various exceedingly handsome boys, and that domineering and arrogant princess with golden hair seems also...

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- this is like my first discovered manhua ever so it’s pretty special for me

- dont be fooled by the title this is not an spg story apparently i read somewhere that there’s a few?? who thought this one was mature

- so this story is about the mc who was isekai-d or brought (by a god) into this game she was playing and so she met this crown prince (ml) named lie i forgot the whole name and it starts from there so apparently the 4 kingdoms are all looking for this jade jewel that appears every 1000 or so yrs and are gonna fight to death for it to be the one true king or king of kings

- plot = 4/5 it’s very interesting and leaves a lot of room for plot twist and development

- art style = 5/5 

- the male characters are hot and cute

- the mc is funny and a tsundere lmao

- NGL I LOVE THE FACT THAT THEY PUT THE CONCEPT OF GOD AND RELIGION IN HERE AND THE MC IS QUESTIONING IT SO PLS READ

- the characters have their own goals and motivations and i love that i dont want a story that just revolves around the mc tbh

- the story progress is smooth for me and decent and the questions are gonna leave you wanting for more

- to conclude: read this bcuz this story has an interesting concept with a nice and cute art style and equally cute characters the end

Closer Heartbeat

Summary:

Owing to an accidental touch, the dissocial and introverted girl Ye Su begins to feel differently about her perfect childhood friend Shu Zheng with whom she's closely associated, as a result, the familiar words and movements between the two of them make her heart beat fast...

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- this story is about two childhood friends. mc is not so popular but very cool person while ml is popular with lots of girls liking him

- plot = 4/5 simple but well executed

- art style = 5/5 i love it so pretty 

- the characters are all funny and relatable or is bcuz i experience this that it’s relatable to me lol

- 2nd ml is hot and i just love him even though he doesnt have many scenes yet

- mc is very cool character she is no damsel in distress

- ml is very funny n tall and a scaredy cat lmao

- the story is just so fluffy and make my heart go doki doki

- to conclude: read this if you just want to remember the awkwardness and bliss of having a first love/crush or if u like a friend before AND read this bcuz it’s such a nice read, simple but nicely done and the art is cute too lots of cute and fluffy moments if you’re tired of the shitty world outside 

The Story of Hua Yan

Summary:

The almighty crowned prince insists on marrying this young “Overgrown Apricot” lady from the tainted Hua family. When the news broke out in the capital, many hearts were broken but what?! This wicked woman doesn’t even want to be the crowned princess because she wants to drink and run away with another man?! Lady Hua: I am a tough woman. I’m definitely not suited for you! Crowned Prince: Then I’ll make sure that in this world, you can only pick me.

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- plot = 4/5 bcuz i love palace politics hihih

- art style = 4/5 

- it still has a few chaps but it’s very interesting bcuz the crown prince (ml) is so hellbent on making the mc his crown princess/wife and idk why and the mc doesnt want to so expect lots of drama/ploys from them both

- mc is very funny n cool i mean on that era girls are not expected to even go against males let alone a royalty so yes i love her go queen

- 2nd lead is very shady in a good kind of way??

- ml is kinda dominant and manipulative and that makes him attractive i love mls like that idk whats wrong with me why do i find them attractive

- their expressions are meme-able lmao

- to conclude: read this because it’s very entertaining and the mc is a refreshing character

#manhua #manhua recommendation #the story of hua yan #love is like a cherry blossom #once more #Long Live My Queen #Closer Heartbeat #reyn.manhuarecs #Love is Like The Cherry Blossoms

[maybeisthemoon]

Marriege Arranged

Summary:

I'm bad with summaries and I think the tittle say a lot, sorry for the english is not my first language. The characters of Harry Potter dont belong to me

CHAPTER 1

Marriage arranged, does it exist in these times? Is it legal? They were your thoughts on the way to the burrow, which was quick, in a matter of seconds your parents and you, were transported to the door of the same. At the door they were awaited by Molly Weasley, the same woman you knew since your birth and while you were growing up, they were neighbors of your parents and great friends from before your birth and until you had to move when you turned 7.

Molly greeted your parents effusively and invited them to come in, when she saw you wrapped in a big hug, "look at yourself y/n you have become a beautiful lady"

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley"

"Tell me Molly, but come in," She said as she pushed you inside and into the living room of the already familiar burrow, there was Mr. Weasley who talked happily with your father, there was also a young man and a redhead girl younger than you.

Ron? Ginny? The two turned to see you and went to hug you

"Merlin I almost don't recognize you," said Ron

"I don't think you did it the last time I saw you, you were 4 years old, I think," Ginny and you laughed while Ron just shrugged.

"Y/n" Mr. Weasley approached to greet you "how much you grew, how was the trip?" You were going to respond when a voice interrupted

"No, I will not do it, it is stupid, this can not be legal" there is, you thought, the person who at this moment ruined your existence, Merlin even his voice was irritating

"Fred, bring your brother right now"

"It's what I try" Molly smiled nervously and turned her head back to the stairs "come down right now because if you make come up it won't end well for you" at that moment a young, thin and tall redhead appeared in the middle of the room, which carried with him an exact copy of himself, the only thing that differentiated them was that the one who was trying to flee desperately, lacked his left ear, although his hair was a little long which hid it.

"I'm not getting married, it's a barbaric act, you can't force me to do it"

"Apparently they can and believe me I'm not happy with this" looking at him from top to bottom you turned your eyes, and seeing his face of discontent it was as if you couldn't hate him more, "marry someone I don't even know" when you said this everyone looked at you with a strange face, "Fred?" you asked, the twin? You assumed, who had released his brother and approached you nodding his head

"You remember me" you turned your eyes smiling

"Is it one of your jokes?" You hugged him "we grew up together of course I remember you" to which he only nodded.

"Well, I don't want to marry a complete stranger and less you," you felt your blood boil, if it wasn't because your mom intervened you would probably have hit her stupid face

"Why we don't sit down and calm down a bit" your father nodded and while they sat down Molly was already conjuring cups with tea and cookies to the table in front of you.

The thing was like that, a week ago when you turned 24 it was one of the best days of your life, after having worked for a good magic magazine in the USA you had finally got a job in one of the newspapers that you admired since you were a young girl, The Daily Prophet, of course you would have to move to England, away from your family and friends, but that was not a problem in order to achieve your dream, also in the magical world the other side of the world was just around the corner. Anyway, your day could not be more perfect after receiving the news you would have dinner with your parents, your little sister was in her penultimate year at Ilvermorny but you had received a package full of things for your birthday, it could not be more perfect, true? But when you arrived at your parents' house you came across a story that changed your life 180 degrees.

Apparently when you were little your parents and the Weasleys had a very close relationship, they spent a lot of time together, which made you spend your life growing up with the Weasley brothers, your parents used to make dinners that included both families, apparently in a of them, your father and Mr. Weasley took a little too much firewhisky so they thought it was a good idea to make an unbreakable vow, an oath in which their families would join, an oath that included a marriage between George Weasley and you, when your mothers found out it was too late, so the deal was that when you turned 24 that it was shortly after he did, their lives would come together, you didn't know what bothered you most of all, the fact that your father decided 20 years your future no matter if maybe there was someone for you at that time, not that there was but it could have happened, the fact that you could not change it, or that nobody could, was an oath, it was unwavering, or the fact that you could remember the Weasley brothers one of them some vaguely, but George's name was not one of them. When you said this to your parents were too surprised, they said it was impossible, since you had been best friends since your birth.

From what you could understand about George Weasley, he was a Weasley evidently, he had a twin, Fred whom you could remember, he was your age, he hated the idea of an arranged marriage, just seeing him bothered you, and just like you he had no idea of your existence until this day.

While youe parents explained in detail to the other brothers and to you who already knew the basics, that you two had to marry, George looked at you as if he wanted to make your head explode with his gaze, and you were something, something that could be called stubborn or proud , so you did the same thing as him, hoping with all your strength that if you looked at him with determination, his head would explode into millions of pieces, something bloody but just seeing him generated annoyance in you.

"So the date was set that two months after the birthday of y n the marriage would take place," your mother said somewhat nervously, the oath that your father had taken with Mr. Weasley, did not seem funny as well to Molly. They bothered too much, but deep down it was something that they also wanted to happen, although not in that way. After a few moments when you realized what your mother had said, you shouted “two months ?!” that was something new, something that you had not been told and apparently George did not know either, because he just stood upset and He disappeared from the room. Fred got up sighing

"He probably went to the apartment, I'll try to talk to him," he said as Molly looked at him pleadingly and just as his brother did disappeared. All eyes were on you

"I'm leaving, I have to look at the apartment I will live in" and without saying anything you got up and left the burrow, upset you appeared in Diagon alley, you had previously been there looking for places to live for your new job, although you already knew what from your marriage, you thought that if you ignored it too much it would disappear, maybe it was a joke, maybe a nightmare, but when you arrived at your new home and started unpacking your things, you knew it, everything was true and there was nothing you could do In less than two months you would get married.

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Maybe no one read this but I have this idea of writting it in my mind and I don’t know, this fic it could be just for me in case of no one like it. 

#george weasley x reader #george weasley #reader #fanfic #harrypotter #weasleys #imagine #marriege arranged

[reignmyworld]

If I ain’t got you SongFic - Roman Reigns x Reader

Note: I apologize in advance as I got really carried away with that one, so there are a lot of words and I mean a LOT of words. If you nevertheless feel like reading it, I would be really happy about that :-) (It’s good, I promise. Well, at least I hope so :D )

I have added the keep reading line on desktop, so I really hope that it works on mobile as well. If not, I would like to apologize in advance for the long post :-/ 

Summary: You had met Roman some years ago when your car broke down in the middle of nowhere, managing to reach his garage just in time. Slowly but steadily you fell for each other, being happy as you could be. If it weren’t for your family. Coming from a wealthy background, they were not in acceptance with you dating a mechanic, whom they considered good enough for their social circle. It didn’t take long for him to have those doubts as well, questioning your relationship as a result. 

Request: The SongFic for “If I ain’t got you” by Alicia Keys had been requested by @queenofthearchitect. I’m so sorry that it took so long, but I hope that you like it and that it somehow met your expectations. :-)

Warnings: Mechanic AU, angst, fluff, hurt, comfort

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Tag List: @queenofthearchitect @trixdeee @calwitch @alexisbagans143 @the-queens-reign @mermaid-at-heart @taryn-dibiase @kingslyers-reign @scuzmunkie @vebner37 @nikora3010 @aria725 @ashhdaniellee95 @roman-hetfield @lustyromantic @i-dont-care-i-ship-it-69 @easyobsession @calicina @neganlangdon

Some people live for the fortune

Some people live just for the fame

Some people live for the power, yeah

Some people live just to play the game

*Five years ago*

„Hello, is there someone, that could help me?“, you wanted to know as you stepped into the dark, musty garage. On the one hand you were glad that you actually arrived here safe and sound and on the other hand you cursed yourself for getting into trouble and even more so you cursed your father. You were absolutely happy with your former car as it was all you needed to get from A to B. But it was typically your father to lecture you about how that „old clunker“ was not suitable for someone like you and that you should drive a car according to your and your family’s standards. He always made it sound as if you were better than the rest, as if the people in your circle of society wouldn’t bleed red like anyone else did. Of course, you loved your parents and you were grateful for the life they offered you, but you nevertheless couldn’t understand that arrogant behavior of having to dress according to society standards, having to stick to people of your social circle, having to go to one of the elite universities and yes, of driving a car, that was suitable for you, even if your father was the only one alongside your brother, that had that opinion.

You were quite sure that it wouldn’t have happened with your old car but now you were stuck in the middle of nowhere after the engine of your car began stuttering before it broke down completely just in time as you had reached that little gas station next to a garage. You were approximately 100 miles away from your hometown as you were on your way back from a business appointment your dad had asked you to join since you were part of his team of unrelenting lawyers. Well, and now you were stuck somewhere on the countryside, where you had to walk probably 10 miles until you would find the next best house. You just hoped, that you were at least lucky enough that someone would be working in the garage but the door not being locked gave you at least some hope, that dropped bit by bit, however, when you realized that you couldn’t hear any noise. „Hello?“, you tried it again but with just as much success as before, meaning none at all.

„For fuck’s sake.“, you grumbled, thinking how you should go on. A short glance at your cellphone told you that you didn’t even have a signal. „Great, just great.“, you sighed in annoyance. You slightly jumped as you suddenly heard a deep voice behind you asking: „May I help you?“ Your hand immediately covered your heart as you tried to calm down a little bit. Being sneaked up on somewhere in the middle of nowhere with no-one knowing where you were, was not exactly what you were looking for. „Damn, you have scared me.“, you said, trying to suppress the shaking of your hands as you were turning around. „I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.“, the guy in front of you said, almost making you hitch a breath. You had no idea what you were expecting but it definitely wasn’t a mechanic like him. The guy standing in front of you looked simply stunning. He was tall and muscled, his pitch black hair held in a bun, a few strains having fallen from it. The jeans, he was wearing, was ripped, the grey tank top spotted patterns of grease here and there. It was a rather tight fit on his body, giving away his defined chest, the tattoo covering his whole arm and part of his chest making him look more dangerous than he probably was. His huge hands were covered mostly with grease just like part of his face, telling you, that he must have worked on fixing a car just moments ago.

You had to tell yourself to look away as you were quite sure that you were not only staring but definitely checking him out, which you surely didn’t mean to although he was one of the hottest guys you had seen in your life. You almost drowned in his dark chocolate brown eyes, that sparkled with amusement, and it took you some time to figure out that he had been talking to you. You scolded yourself as you tried to focus on what he was saying, wanting to know: „I’m sorry, I must have went blank there. What have you said?“ His deep voice sounded entertained as he asked again: „I wanted to know whether I can help you.“

„Oh yeah, yeah.“, you nodded, taking a deep breath and replying: „My engine broke down on my way home and I have just made it here in time. Are you the only mechanic around?“

„Why? Don’t you trust me to be able to fix your car?“, he winked at you and you felt how heat was creeping up your neck as you shook your head, saying: „No, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just curious that is all.“

„Don’t worry, I was just joking. But to answer your question, yes, I’m the only mechanic here. This is my garage respectively my gas station.“ You nodded your head as you had no idea what to say. Actually, you were pretty good doing smalltalk and all in all you were good with words and carrying a conversation as well but at the moment you simply were at a loss for words. He - whoever he was - took a rag out of his pocket in order to clean his hands, saying: „How about you show me that car of yours and I see what I can do for you?“

„Sounds like a plan to me“, you nodded your head, walking past him so you could lead him to your car. Slowly but steadily you were gaining back your confidence as you reached it with him following on your heels. As you turned around, you pointed at your nose, saying amused: „You missed a spot there.“, causing him to clean his face like he did with his hands before. „Thanks, doll“, he winked at you and you had no idea how you should react as this certainly was not the way you were used to strangers talking to you. Then again, you were on the countryside, where this was probably normal. „That’s it“, you said, pointing at your car as if it would have been uncertain what you were talking about, causing him to whistle as soon as he took in the sight of your vehicle. „That Mercedes is yours?“, he wanted to know in disbelief, probably judging you already as daddy’s little girl, that got spoiled with all she wanted. You shrugged your shoulders as you answered: „Unfortunately it is, yes. It’s not that I could stand that car but my father was of the opinion, that it would bring me safely from A to B. Guess he was wrong and he should have let me stuck with my old companion.“ You sure as hell wouldn’t mention that your father was of the opinion, that it was only suitable for your social circle, having rambled about it too much already. You had no idea why you even mentioned it, he was a stranger after all, but somehow you had the feeling of having to justify yourself as you didn’t want to be seen as stuck up, something you hated to be seen as, especially since you were far from it, no matter your familiar background.

„It’s a beautiful car, that’s for sure. Unfortunately those modern vehicles are rather frail for errors of any kind, especially due to all the technical support systems they are packed with. You said that your engine broke down. Did it just go out from one moment to the next?“ You shook your head, explaining: „No it was basically stuttering for a bit when I were a few meters from your drive, so I guess I was just lucky that I actually made it to the gas station before it broke down in the middle of the street.“ He nodded his head, asking you to unlock the door so he could open the front lid in order to take a closer look. You did what he had been asking for and it didn’t take him long to actually find the damage. Although you had no knowledge about cars respectively their single components you listened closely when he informed you that the engine would have to be replaced, which was not only expensive but also would take some time to have it ordered and delivered. „You’re not having one of those here?“, you wanted to know, being quite sure that a garage in the city wouldn’t have to waste much time in order to repair your car, well at least not those, that you usually went to when something with it was wrong. He gave you a look as if you had lost your mind as he replied: „Sweetheart, those garages you’re probably used to, might have them in storage but if you look around this is a tiny place here. People, that come here and need my help, usually drive older cars with a minimum to zero extra equipment. So no, I don’t happen to have that special engine in the back of my garage. Fan-belts, spark plugs, brake disks, those kind of things, yes. An engine for your sports car? Definitely not.“

You gave him an annoyed look, on the one hand because he made you sound really dumb and on the other, because you certainly were not a fan of being given nicknames by a stranger, no matter how hot he was. „Yeah I got it, thank you for the explanation. How long does it take to order the engine, have it delivered and have the car fixed?“, you asked, being pretty sure that you actually didn’t want to know the answer. „A week if we’re lucky. Deliveries out here aren’t really on time to put it in a nice way. They either arrive or they don’t. And usually people around here just accept it. It’s more of a „When it comes, then it comes“ kind of thing.“

„A week? You can’t be serious. I need to be back in the city tomorrow afternoon at the latest as I have an important business appointment.“, you exclaimed, not willing to accept his answer. „Well I guess you have to cancel that one, doll.“; he winked at you, causing you to groan out in frustration. „Could you please stop with all of those nicknames? I didn’t know that we had met each other before. And I can’t just cancel that appointment. I have to discuss an important law suit with a client. Is there nothing you can do?“ If he was offended by you calling him out due to the names he had been giving you, he at least didn’t show it as he responded: „I’m not familiar with practicing magic, I’m sorry princess. So no, there is nothing I can do.“

„So what do you suggest? That I stay in the middle of nowhere for at least a week until my car is repaired? Do you even have something like a motel out here?“ You highly doubted it as you hadn’t seen too many houses along the way, especially none, that had offered a room to rent. You cursed this whole day. You were tired after the meeting marathon you had, it was already dawning, your brand new car, that you didn’t even want to drive, broke down in the middle of nowhere, and now it even seemed as if you had no chance of getting away from there within the next hours. Somehow you had the feeling, that it couldn’t get worse. Well, you were wrong when the mechanic told you: „Unfortunately not. Motels aren’t a thing around here. Since we’re not really near one of those highways being regularly and frequently used, motel owners couldn’t really survive out here due to the missing customers.“ Perfect, it just went worse.

Your frustration grew bit by bit and you felt how you were close to tearing up, an annoying habit of yours as you tended to get rather emotional when being frustrated. It was not so much that you would scream around and throw a tantrum, no, it were rather tears of frustration, that you had to fight back constantly, when something didn’t go the way you planned. You took a deep breath, trying to figure out your options. You certainly didn’t want to call your father for help although he would have probably picked you up but since you and him had your problems recently that definitely was off the table. And you highly doubted that a taxi would drive so far into the countryside, probably just shrugging it off as a joke when you called for one, that was if you found a telephone, that was actually working. Your brother was off the table as well. You actually got along quite well with him in former times but ever since he had become your father’s business partner, being engaged to a rather stuck up bitch, whose family had even more money than your own, he got lost almost completely in his arrogance and probably would use the situation you found yourself in as a further occasion to lecture you how you have failed again as for him, anything that didn’t meet extraordinary measurements, was classified a failure. So no, that wasn’t an option either.

„Damn it.“, you mumbled as you ran out of ideas how you should go on from here. „I guess you have no-one to pick you up?“, he wanted to know with you shaking your head as you answered: „My family and friends live in my hometown approximately 100 miles from here and even if they would be willing to drive here, most of them I wouldn’t want to ask for help even if my life depended on it.“ You gave him a sad smile as you realized how terrible that must have sounded but whatever he was thinking, he didn’t give it away. Although he was friendly and polite he obviously had judged you to a certain degree already as he said: „It probably doesn’t meet your usual standards but if you want to, you could stay in my home for the night. It’s nothing fancy but at least it’s a roof over one’s head. And I promise that I’m not a psychopathic serial killer.“ He gave you a beautiful smile and you couldn’t help but chuckle although you were slightly offended by the fact, that he obviously was of the opinion that you would turn up your nose at standards lower than what you were used to. You couldn’t help but ask yourself what an expression you must have given to people, that didn’t know you as you always thought that you were different than your family, that you didn’t send out an aura of arrogance, that money hadn’t corrupted you or put you in a position where you thought you were better than other people. You tried to push those thoughts away, didn’t even want to think about why you were thinking such things just because a stranger said something about standards, that probably wouldn’t meet what you’re used to, but you couldn’t help that you were questioning yourself.

„That’s probably exactly what a psychopathic serial killer would say if he wanted to lure his next victim into his home.“, you said amused, causing him to laugh out loud, answering: „Yeah probably. But I can promise you that I will do you no harm.“ You had no idea why, since you actually were a person, that didn’t trust other people easily, but somehow you could tell that he was sincere. And it wasn’t as if you had much of a choice anyway, so you gladly accepted his offer. At least you wouldn’t have to stay outside in the middle of nowhere and sleep in your car. And it would give you some time to think about your next steps. „Can I leave my car like that? I mean no one’s going to steal it, will they?“

„I’m pretty sure that no one’s coming in order to do so. The people living in the nearby town don’t even lock their doors since everyone is only interested in their own stuff and don’t really care for other people’s poverties. So you’re good. Besides that, we don’t have much of a choice than to leave it here. Well, except for pushing it into the garage, so if you want to help me, we can definitely try it.“

„No, I’m good. My heart’s not really attached to it. I would just hate if I had to explain it being gone to the insurance at a later time.“, you shrugged your shoulders, before you got your little suitcase out of the trunk and locked the car afterwards. Whenever the gas station and garage would get closed, you were ready to go. „Give me a few minutes to take care of everything around here and I will give you a ride, okay?“

„Absolutely fine for me.“ Before he turned around he held out his hand to you, an irresistible smile on his lips, saying: „I’m Roman by the way.“ You shook his hand, returning his smile, answering: „I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Roman and thanks for saving me out here.“

„It’s my pleasure“, he said amused before he turned around to head back into the garage in order to turn off the lights there. Staring at his back now you had to admit to yourself that his ass was just as stunning as anything else on him. „Good Lord, Y/N, stop it. You’re not a teenager with a hormone problem anymore.“, you scolded yourself, shaking your head due to your behavior. Instead of drooling over a hot mechanic, you should have thought how to get back and what to do with the important meeting, that you probably would miss tomorrow. And more importantly how you should get back respectively what you should tell if you didn’t return until your car was fixed. You were leaning against your car, watching how the sun slowly set on the fields, being suddenly blinded by a pair of headlights. You were obviously so caught up in your thoughts, that you didn’t even hear the car drawing nearer until it stopped right next to yours. „Jump in“, Roman said through the open window of his old pick up truck and you couldn’t help but smile. You definitely preferred those old cars over those fancy modern ones. You moved over to the passenger’s side and slipped onto the seat there. Before you could say anything you heard his deep voice: „It’s not as fancy as your Mercedes but at least it’s driving.“ You shook your head as you mumbled: „It’s perfect the way it is.“  As soon as he had reached the highway, you wanted to know: „Do you live far from your workplace?“

„It’s a matter of perspective and how you define far I guess. It’s approximately 20 miles one way.“ As you realized what direction you were taking you stated: „I think I had passed that little town shortly before my car started to mess up.“

„Quite possibly, yeah. It’s not too big, actually the typical American small town with a few farms surrounding it.“

„I’m sorry if I sound noisy, but how can you actually make a living here? I mean, you said before, that here aren’t even motels since this is not one of the frequented routes.“ You heard him chuckle as he answered: „I’m not living from people, that happen to pass by. Of course, there are some when they take this route to get to their destinations instead of the packed ones, but most of the time it’s the people living in the small towns around here. My hometown is not the only one, there are a few in a few miles distance and mine is the only gas station respectively garage around here. So sooner or later if they need something, they end up here. Besides that, I’m actually specialized on old-timers and not many repair them anymore nowadays. So from time to time I’m called to bigger towns or cities if they can’t fix their old cars themselves, which basically gives me an extra income.“ You nodded your head in understanding, having to admit to yourself that you didn’t even think of the fact, that his garage could be the only one in a radius of several miles. You had no idea how long you were actually driving until Roman stopped the car in front of a beautiful yet old house. „Here we are“, he said before he got out of the car, closing the door behind him, moving over to your side, opening the door for you so you could get out. „Thank you.“, you stated, following him after he had told you to do so.

Some people think that the physical things

Define what's within

And I've been there before but that life's a bore

So full of the superficial

When you entered the house, you had a feeling of security, that you couldn’t really explain. It was absolutely cozy here and the whole furniture, the decorations and everything else were so much more loving placed than the ones in your parental home could have ever been. There were pictures on the wall, that caught your attention. You didn’t want to be noisy but you found yourself peeking at them. Roman must have noticed while getting rid off his shoes, stating: „That’s my parents and my little sister. You probably find pictures like those in every room if you just take a look.“ You smiled sadly as you answered: „They are beautiful. The only family picture in my former home was a big one, that rather served for representation purposes than to treasure a valuable memory.“ You could not really name the look he was giving you but if you had to take a close guess, it looked mostly like compassion. You shrugged it off as you certainly didn’t feel like talking about your family now. You followed Roman’s example, getting rid off your shoes as well before you followed him into the kitchen. A short glance in the refrigerator told him, that he should run for errands rather soon, hence why he let you know, an apologizing look on his face: „I must have forgotten to replace everything in here. Usually my sister is the responsible one when it comes to that. All I can offer you are the ingredients for a sandwich. It’s not much, I know, but it’s better than nothing.“

„It’s absolutely enough. Thank you.“, you said before you sat down at one of the chairs at the kitchen table. As Roman was collecting everything he needed, he let you know: „You can either have my sister’s room or my own and I crash on the couch. Whatever you prefer.“ Although you felt kind of comfortable here, you didn’t want to be an intruder and you certainly didn’t want to make any inconveniences, hence why you said: „Neither you nor your sister have to move because of me. If I can sleep on the couch I’m more than just grateful.“ You had no idea how old he was but you found it kind of strange that he was still living in his parental home. Then again, maybe they were so old already that they needed his every day help and therefore he didn’t bother to live somewhere else. You were curious, yet you didn’t dare to ask. He was placing everything in front of you before sitting down himself, a bright smile on his face as he answered: „You’re not making any inconveniences Y/N, don’t worry. My sister is currently away in college so her room is vacant. And I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.“ You felt how you were getting emotional, seeing how someone, that knew nothing about you but your name was so friendly and helpful while your own family probably wouldn’t even have thought offering a tiny piece of help as someone like him wouldn’t have been worth their effort. You gulped hard, mumbling a silent “thank you”, before you made yourself dinner. You were eating in silence for quite a bit before your curiosity had the worst of you. „May I ask you something?“, you wanted to know with Roman nodding his head, stating: „Sure, go ahead.“

„Isn’t it lonely out here? I mean at your workplace? Have you never felt the urge to go to college and move away from here to a place, where there’s more life?“ You were aware how arrogant that must have sounded but you certainly didn’t want to indicate that his job was a lousy one. It was more out of curiosity since you had grown up in completely different surroundings. „You mean go to college and become someone important? Someone, that wouldn’t come home at the late evening covered in grease and dirt and smelling of sweat?“ You had no idea whether he was hurt or not and before you could take back, what you had said before, he gave you a sad smile, explaining: „Don’t worry Y/N, I didn’t take it the wrong way. I actually went to college a couple of years ago. That was, when my sister was still at the beginning of junior high. This gas station and garage was something my father had taken over from his father and he had taken it over from his and so on. And although I love it and always wanted to be in charge one day, I hadn’t thought that it would be so fast. I think I was in my 3rd semester, I wanted to study afterwards and I wanted to work somewhere in the big city for quite some time before I intended to return and step into my father’s footprints. Unfortunately destiny seemed to have other plans for me. One day when I was preparing for a rather important exam I received a call from my aunt, asking me to come home immediately. My parents had been killed in a terrible car crash and my sister couldn’t bear it. My aunt had been afraid that she would do something to herself. That basically was the moment the life I initially had dreamed about for myself was over. I left college, returned home to this town and took care of my sister the best I somehow could, trying to replace the parents we both had lost. And since it was always her dream to see the world, to become a doctor one day, I stayed here, trying to earn the money the best I could by taking over the garage and the gas station, so I could support her, so at least one of us could live the dream we had. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here, I love what I’m doing and I hope that I’m making my father proud although he doesn’t know about it, but it was not exactly what I had planned. And I know that my parents hadn’t either as they wanted me to live my dream, they wanted me to study, live and work in the big city, but destiny just wasn’t in agreement with our plans.“

You felt that you were close to tearing up when you whispered: „I’m so sorry. When did this happen?“ He gave you a sad smile, answering: „ A few years ago, but I still haven’t managed to go into their room. It still looks like it did the day they left. Going in there is just too overwhelming. So I would offer you that room to stay in, but I don’t want it to change, as stupid as that may sound.“

„That doesn’t sound stupid at all, quite the contrary actually.“, you mentioned, your voice thick with emotion, cursing yourself that you made him share his terrible story with you. Roman made you snap out of your thoughts when he wanted to know, probably in an attempt to lift the mood: „What was your old companion?“

„I beg your pardon?“, you looked at him confused as he chuckled, explaining: „Back at the gas station you mentioned, that your father should have let you stuck with your old companion. What car were you driving before?“ You smiled sadly at him as you answered: „A Volkswagen Beetle.“ With him asking in surprise: „Really?“ You nodded your head as you could tell, that he was rather curious and since he had been so open to you, you felt as if you should explain it in more detail. You took a deep breath before you stated: „I probably should explain that. What you have told about your parents, about your family as a whole, they sound as if they were really loving people, that cared for you and that just wanted the best for you. My family is kind of different. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure that my father and my mother love me just like my older brother does, but they don’t have a loving mannerism to them, they don’t really show it. You probably have already thought about it, maybe even judged me which I can’t blame you for, but my family is rather wealthy, being part of a higher social circle. I grew up rich, if I said that I wanted a horse, I knew that it would have been in front of my door the next day. My parents, my whole family, lives and breathes for money, they define themselves over status symbols. My dad had established a rather famous law firm and for him, just like my mother it was clear that my brother and myself should join it, first as employees, then as business partners and later we should take it over. They never cared about what I actually wanted. Sure they gave me a life, where I had not to worry how to make a living but they didn’t care about what made me happy. My brother is different, he’s just like my dad. They share the same vision, they share the same graving for materialistic things. I never wanted to go to Harvard, I never wanted to study law, I never wanted to be a part of that social circle they expect me to be a part of. But they didn’t care as it was simply expected. I always wanted to break free, I wanted to live my dream. And I tried to do so by taking a side job as a waitress without them knowing as they would have forbidden it, telling me that it was not suitable for someone like me. But I loved it. Whenever I told them that I would be meeting some friends, I worked my shifts and for months and years I was saving the money I made there to buy that old Volkswagen Beetle. It belonged to one of the regular customers at the diner I had been working in. She loved it dearly as it was a gift from her husband, that had died a long time ago. When she was too old to drive on her own I asked whether I could buy her car as it would have broken my heart to watch her as she had to give it away. She was  so grateful, even wanted to give it to me as a gift, but I wanted her to have the money I have worked for. I can’t even explain it, but it meant a lot to me to buy something so valuable with the money I have earned for myself, even if it was an old car, that a lot of other people would have brought to the next best junk yard. But for her it meant wonderful memories and for me it meant treasuring something, that was so valuable to someone before, as well as fulfilling my dream of buying something I have worked and saved for. I absolutely loved that VW Beetle and I was so happy when I returned home with it although it turned out that I was the only one. When my dad saw it, he threw a tantrum, accusing me of betraying his principles, lecturing me in what his friends and our family should think if his daughter drove around in something so poor like that car. He wanted to have it taken away but somehow I managed to keep it although he had ignored me for months. But for me it was not only a car, it was a sign for the freedom and the dream I was craving for, and that my parents didn’t want me to have. When it finally didn’t work anymore I was heartbroken. And I hated that Mercedes, that my father gifted me with. I have lied to you before. His reason was not to get me safe from A to B, his main concern simply was that I should drive a car, that was representable for him. And I absolutely hate it.“

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you, baby

If I ain't got you, baby

Roman listened closely to your story and he felt a deep wave of compassion for you. Growing up with parents, that only wanted him and his sister to be happy, to live their dreams, hearing something so different from his own, made his heart heavy. You gave him another sad smile as you stated: „I’m probably the typical poor rich girl, that everyone has heard of but no-one ever believed to exist.“  

„That sounds absolutely terrible.“

„That’s how life is, I suppose.“ You shrugged your shoulders, trying to somehow hide your emotions. „I’m sorry. I mean growing up like that must have been... I don’t even have words for that.“, Roman said, his voice heavy with compassion. „It’s okay, I’m still here after all.“ , you joked, turning quiet afterwards just like he did. You sat together in a comfortable silence for quite a bit before Roman wanted to know: „Have you thought about what you want to do with your car? As already stated I probably can only repair it within a week at the earliest. Since you mentioned that you need to be back tomorrow, I could try to get a tow truck from the city, that could bring your car in a bigger garage and could give you a ride while doing so. I would drive you myself but unfortunately I’m having an appointment tomorrow and I have no idea how easily I can cancel that.“ A feeling of gratitude washed over you as you realized how helpful and kind he was. You really wished, that you would have known more people like him. Before you could answer he winked at you, saying: „Or you cancel your meeting and stay here until your car is fixed, driving it home yourself once it has its new engine.“ You were not sure whether he was joking or not, but if you were honest to yourself you kind of liked the idea. Simply not going back in time, simply not following your father’s will, that differed so much from your own, being rebellious like you never had been in your life. And you actually wouldn’t mind getting to know that stranger, in whose house you had been invited, better as he seemed to be a really sweet and kind guy. You were curious hence why you asked: „Why? Would you give me shelter for as long as you need to get my car going again?“ He looked at you rather surprised, obviously not having thought that you even considered it but with an irresistible smile he answered: „Absolutely, if you want to stay here until your car is repaired, you are my guest.“

„Well in that case, I’m gratefully accepting that kind offer once again.“ Roman chuckled as he wanted to know: „What about that really important business meeting tomorrow?“

„Screw that. Since my brother thinks that I’m a failure nevertheless, I’m pretty sure that he’s just waiting for me to mess up, so he can improve his status. I’m just making it easy for him.“, you winked at Roman, causing him to laugh out loud. „Your brother sounds like a complete jackass.“

„That’s actually way too polite for him.“, you laughed as well, talking with him for quite some additional time before you decided to call it a day, heading for his sister’s room in order to get some sleep. The next day started with nothing else than a huge dispute, that you had already expected, the moment you called your father in order to let him know, that you wouldn’t return for a week at least. He was screaming around, giving you the feeling as if you were a little girl and demanding to know whether you had no sense of responsibility at all since you obviously willingly put a major law suit at stake by not showing up. When you told him about your broke car, he demanded to know where you were, so someone could pick you up but you firmly declined, ending the call right afterwards. You were sure that he was fuming and you couldn’t care less as it felt way too good to not do what he was expecting from you constantly.  „Is he out to murder you already?“, Roman asked amused as he was handing you a cup of coffee, that you thankfully took, taking a sip and replying just as amused as he was: „Probably. Let’s just hope that he hadn’t tracked down my location.“

"I wouldn't worry about that. The middle of nowhere can't be tracked.", he winked, causing you to laugh even harder. Since you hadn't to do anything now, you decided to accompany Roman during his work at the garage. Not that you could have done a lot there, but you could keep him company at least, making those hours more enjoyable during which no customer showed up by telling him random stories from your childhood and listening to his as well. And somewhere in between he had been making a few calls to have your engine delivered, but no matter where he had asked to order it, the fastest it could get delivered was two weeks. You could tell that he was sorry, that he hadn't better news for you but if you were honest to yourself, you didn't mind. Staying for a week longer didn't sound too bad to you since you actually really liked his company. The more time and days passed by, the both of you noticed, that you had quite a lot in common despite your complete different upbringing. You shared the same taste in music, you were entertained by a lot of the same things, you were in agreement to a lot of political views just like you agreed on a lot of things with regard to the morality compass. You had the feeling as if you found that one friend in him, that you had wished for throughout your life, but haven't had until now. And you were absolutely grateful, that he didn't see a spoiled rich girl in you, but the sweet person you really were, the one, that despised the arrogance your family was going through life with. And you had to admit that you liked this way of life you were living now.

You would have never imagined that you could survive outside of the city as you liked having everything in close reach, but staying here on the countryside now gave you a feeling of peace. Everything was at ease, the hectic of the city was not present and you loved the fact, that you didn't have to sugar coat clients and possible business partners but that you could work with your own hands. Since Roman didn't want to take money from you for giving you a place to stay and since you were not willing to accept this gratitude without showing yourself grateful, you had decided to help him at the gas station and the garage. And although there was not much that you could do, you nevertheless enjoyed the feeling of falling into your bed exhausted, knowing that you had achieved something with your hands, that was not only due to hard negotiations. If someone asked you whether you wanted to trade this life for yours, you would have probably said yes. But like all good things this one had to come to an end as well.

Just as he had estimated, it took Roman two weeks to repair your car, two weeks where your enraged father and brother almost tried to call you daily with you ignoring each of their calls. You were an adult after all and therefore were not obliged to answer to them. Besides that, you were sick and tired of living your life the way they wanted you to. When you threw your suitcase in the trunk of your car that day, you felt untypical melancholic, not feeling like leaving at all. But you knew that you had to, knowing that you have found a great friend within those two weeks. "Promise me to give me a call once you have reached your home, will you? I just want to make sure that your family hasn't lynched you in the meantime.", Roman smirked at you as he pulled you in a close hug with your returning it right away, laughing out loud as you replied: "Yeah I will. Maybe I should go into hiding for a bit."

"Or you just call me if you need any help."

"That sounds like an even better plan", you winked at him before you said your goodbye, driving back into your old life, already missing what you had left behind.

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, yeah

*Three years ago*

"Say that again. And you better add this time that you were just joking.", your father yelled at you with your brother next to him, being just as pissed as he was. You shot them a deadly look, wanting to kill them as you hissed: "Could you turn the volume down? You have heard me quite well."

"I'm not even thinking of turning the volume down.", your father enraged, being even louder than he had been before, adding: "What the hell were you actually thinking?" You had guessed that your family's reaction would be hostile, but you wouldn't have expected it to reach such dimensions.

When you had returned home after your car breaking down in the middle of nowhere two years ago, your father as well as your brother demanded an explanation what you were thinking, all while your mother stayed in the background rather. They wanted to know whether you had no feeling of responsibility, blaming you for almost losing a rather important client and yet you couldn't have cared less. During those two weeks you had lived a life you always wanted, you felt free, you felt satisfied. And that was not only because of the great company Roman turned out to be but also because you didn't have to live the life of others, you didn't have to bow down to a social circle you didn't feel well in, no. You were able to simply be you, to not care about any materialistic stuff, to just live like you wanted to. You stayed in contact with Roman after having returned to your old life and you were beyond happy when he called you a few weeks after, asking you whether you would like to meet him for a coffee since one of the famous garages in your city had called him for help with repairing a rather rare old-timer none of the mechanics of said garage were familiar with. You didn't have to think twice to accept his invitation and just like during those two weeks, you enjoyed every second in his presence, the time passing by incredibly fast.

When he had to leave, you told him that you would visit him the next weekend, offering to help him with the gas station, which he eagerly accepted. From there life kind of went its own way. It started with a sweet kiss before you found yourself in his arms with him making love to you in the sweetest way possible and before you knew it, you were already dating for a little more than one and a half year. It wasn't always easy due to the different lifestyles you were living, not even speaking of the distance that separated you, but somehow you managed it. You wanted to make it official and although Roman's sister, that you loved more than you could have ever loved your own brother, and his friends knew with all of them accepting you right away, it was another level with regard to your family. You wanted to, you really did, but you were persistent as you could have only imagined your family's reaction, letting Roman know about it. It was only his positive thinking, his reassurance that he could deal with them, that convinced you that you could tell your family about your relationship and now… Well, you wished you hadn't done so.

You had invited your family for dinner, your father, your mother as well as your brother and his wife. A mistake, you should have known in advance about. Roman had helped you with the food, had helped you with decorating the dining room and most of all he had helped you with calming your nerves, by telling you: "Baby, it's alright. I'm not expecting them to love me. I just don't want you to be so secretive about it. I know that you're doing it for me, but I can deal with it, I really can." For the occasion he had even jumped in a nice suit, kind of changing his appearance and if it wasn't for his rough palms, that gave away that he was working with his hands, he could have made people believe that he was a doctor, lawyer or a media mogul in one of the most important media conglomerates in the world.

When your family visited you that day, the atmosphere changed. They eyed him curiously, but nevertheless stayed polite in their own cold ways. It was alright as long as you were engaged in general topics and you were already kind of relieved that they seemed to accept the man in your life, that held your heart. That was until your brother wanted to know what university he went to and in what kind of influential company he and his family were working at. You could have heard a needle being dropped when Roman told your family that he had left college after three semesters and that he took over his father's garage and gas station after his death. You could see the change in your family's facial expressions after learning about his job and they certainly were not of the compassionate kind. Your heart almost broke for the man you loved, being confronted now with your family, that obviously though that he wasn't worth anything. Your father demanded, that you would follow him in the hallway, your brother being on your heels while your mother and sister-in-law stayed behind, neither of them saying a word. You had closed the door behind you, although you knew that it had no sense in doing so as your father's enraged voice could have been heard on the street probably.

Some people search for a fountain

That promises forever young

Some people need three dozen roses

And that's the only way to prove you love him

You were listening to his rant as he yelled at you: "What the hell were you thinking, Y/N? When you told me, that you wanted to introduce your boyfriend to me, I expected that you would know your place, that you would have brought someone at home, that was settled in our social circle. And then you have the guts to introduce a mechanic to me? A mechanic?! I don't care if he's a great guy or not, he does not belong by your side. Can you even imagine what our friends and business partners might think when they learn that my daughter, a Harvard alumni and future co-owner of my law firm is dating a filthy mechanic? Have you ever considered what this would mean for our social status?" You had enough by now. You would have been alright with your family insulting you only, but talking Roman down, knowing exactly that he could hear anything from the next room, was more than you could bear. It was probably for the first time in your life, that you found the courage to yell back just like he did: "You know what father? I don't care about your social circle, I don't care about your law firm, I don't care about your money or about your materialistic symbols of wealth. And most of all I don't care anymore about pleasing you, about adjusting to your life, about living your dream. I never wanted this lifestyle, I never wanted to pick friends from your so called social circle, I never wanted to go to Harvard, I never wanted to work in your law firm and I sure as hell never wanted your car, your apartment or your money. You want to be rude to me, want to call me names, want to belittle me, sure go ahead, do that. But I'm not letting you badmouth the man I love, the man, that is so much more than you or my brother could ever be. And I'm not letting you badmouth his family, his upbringing, his life, his job or anything else. With all of your need for materialistic stuff, for your wealth and your reputation, you have never, never in your entire life, bothered to ask me what I wanted. You just assumed, just expected me to live my life according to your dreams, according to your rules, according to your expectations. You didn't give a simple fuck whether I was happy, whether that's what I wanted, no, you just formed me after your idea. Do you want to know one thing? There were only two times in my life when I was happy. Once was when I bought that VW Beetle, that you hated so much, and the other time was when I met Roman and how my life has developed from there. There is one thing, that he had learned from his family, he was taught from an early age despite them not having a full bank account, something that absolutely lacked in our family and that's to be kind to each other, to be grateful and to give back. All you can do is to take, to demand and to toss out the ones, that don't fit your ideas of perfection."

You could see, that he was close to slapping you, something he didn't do but your brother took care of as he smacked you on the cheek, screaming: "How dare you talk to our father like that? How dare you disgrace us with choosing a mechanic as your partner?" Before you could say anything, your father took your brother's side, yelling: "It was more than just clear what you think of us and how ungrateful you are for the life we had been offering you. You don't want to be in my law-firm? Consider yourself fired. You don't care about the apartment, you are living in? You are out of it by the end of the week. You don't care about us and the social circle you belong to? Fine, feel free to be happy with that poor mechanic in there, but don't you dare, to come back crawling in our life, wanting all of this to magically return to you." You didn’t know what you were expecting, but at least you would have thought that they would swallow their pride and somehow accept who you chose to love. But it turned out that your family was even worse than you would have guessed. You took a deep breath before you replied just as loud as they had yelled at you: "As of now it still is my apartment you are standing in. Grab your stuff and get the fuck out of my home. You don't want to see me again, don't want to have me in your life, fine, it's not like I'm begging to have you in mine either. Just get lost for good.“

There were a few moments of deadly silence before your father and your brother called for their wives and with one last slam of the door they left not only your apartment but also your life. You were trembling with shock and anger, the latter one boiling inside of you due to all of the nasty things you had just heard, your anger overwhelming you as you felt tears falling down on your cheek. You didn't want to cry but it was your usual reaction when you were mad. You were not crying due to your family abandoning you, you were crying due to the knowledge that Roman had to listen to their words, had to listen to them thinking that he was worth shit, had to listen to your family not accepting your love, knowing that his own would have accepted you with open arms.

You felt how strong arms embraced you, pulling you closer until your were wrapped in a feeling of security as he was holding you close, mumbling words, that should calm you down although your didn't really understand them. "I'm so sorry, so terribly sorry.", you sobbed again and again, not really having the right words to express how terrible you felt, how much you despised your family for having treated him like they did, for them not being able to accept people, that didn't live the same way of life like they did. "It's okay baby girl, you have warned me beforehand. I can live with them neither liking nor accepting me. But I can't live with seeing you as desperate and heartbroken as you are now. I'm so sorry that I talked you into introducing me to them. If I had known that this would take such a terrible turn I would have never proposed it, I would have never asked you to go that final step. I'm sorry, sorry for destroying your family.", he mumbled, his voice sounding just as heartbroken as you felt.

You needed a moment to process what he had been saying, not being able to believe what you had just heard. You stared at him in shock, his expression full of pain and guilt, shaking your head vehemently. Your family treated him like crap, your family acted as if he was worth less than they were just because he wasn't wealthy, your family didn't accept him although he had been nothing but polite and kind, and now he was the one apologizing for the outcome, apologizing for your family having tossed you out of their life, apologizing for them not accepting who you loved and how you wanted to live? And not only that but he also wanted to take the blame for that? You were crying even harder by now, needing some time until you found your voice again before you said, your voice breaking in between again and again: "Don't tell me that you are serious right now, Ro. My family treats you like dirt and you really want to take blame for that? They are disgusting, they are arrogant and superficial assholes only valuing money and even more money. You are the best thing, that has ever happened to me, so don't you dare to blame yourself for their disgusting behavior, for them being assholes through and through." He whipped away your tears and you could tell, that he was still blaming himself for how this evening had went, for you facing the end of your current financial stability and your previous lifestyle, that had ended so abruptly. "I'm sorry nevertheless.", he whispered, leaning down to give you a soft kiss, that you immediately returned, wrapping your hands around his neck while doing so.

When you broke apart, you gave him a sad smile, whispering: "You know how we have always talked about how much a long distance relationship sucks?" He gave you a little smile himself, answering: "Yeah and I'm still of that opinion."

"Well given that I was basically thrown out of my apartment, do you mind if you give me shelter once again? I'm even happy with the basement."

"Are you serious? I mean I will give you all the shelter, that you ask for, and I would love you living with me, but... I mean, it's not the big city, you know that."

"It's the place I prefer most in this world. And I would live anywhere, even if it was a small cottage with no-one around, with no running water or electricity, as long as you would be by my side." You could tell how touched he was by your words, searching for the right ones himself. You were gently touching his scruffy cheek, your fingertips trailing along his jawline. „I love you so much, I don’t even have enough words to describe it.“, he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your forehead with you whispering just as softly: „I love you too, Ro, more than anything else in this world.“

Hand me the world on a silver platter

And what good would it be?

With no one to share

With no one who truly cares for me

*One year ago*

„You can’t do this. We can’t do this. We just can’t go on like that.“, Roman grunted as he sat down on the couch at home while you were leaning against the doorframe, your arms crossed in front of your chest, as you didn’t want to believe your ears. „You can’t be serious, Ro.“, you answered, being shocked by the disbelief in your voice.

After your father had told you to leave not only your home but also your family, you had moved in with Roman two years ago and you had loved every single second ever since. Of course, it had been a massive change when taking your former life into consideration, but it was a change for the best. You were living the life now, that you always wanted to live. You didn’t need money, didn’t need materialistic things, wealth, a high society profile, an influential reputation or a reputable job to be happy. All you wanted, all you needed was a person you felt comfortable with, a person, that accepted you like you were, a person, that loved you. And you had found that. All, that counted for you, was being by his side and you couldn’t have asked for anything else. You absolutely adored living where you were now, you loved the friends you had found, you loved Roman’s sister like your own, the one you never had, and you enjoyed learning to fix and service cars bit by bit. This job maybe wasn’t exactly what you had dreamed about in the beginning, but it meant a lot to you returning home at the end of the day and knowing that you had done work with your own hands. Putting all of the happiness you were feeling aside, however, the both of you had your ups and downs, more ups of course than downs, but they were there nevertheless. You loved each other deeply and you didn’t get tired of showing and proving it to each other, but sometimes Roman doubted himself.

And within the last few weeks, basically during that time where you had mentioned that you wouldn’t mind becoming his wife after he had asked you jokingly whether you would say yes, he had changed. You were discussing the same topic again and again, always with the same outcome, but no matter how often you told him, it seemed as if he didn’t want to listen. Just like he didn’t want to that evening, that basically marked the biggest argument you had until now. You were not willing to accept that, were not willing to agree with him as you knew how stupid that was.

As you were waiting for his answer, you watched him as he was taking a deep breath, his voice not only frustrated but desperate at the same time: „I’m serious, baby, more than serious. I can’t give you what you deserve. You deserve the life you had lived before you met me. I love you, you are the best thing, that had ever happened to me, but I’m aware that I can’t ask this of you. I can’t ask you to become my wife, I can’t doom you to continue living here, can’t make you stay here and work in a gas station and a garage. That’s not the life, that you’re used to, that you should live. And I can’t give you another one, I just can’t. You deserve so much more than this here. Your father was right, when he told you that a poor mechanic is nothing for you. You should have listened to him. You could be married to a guy by now, that could grant your every wish, that you could go to the fanciest parties with, that could give you the world. And yet you had been wasting your life with me for the past couple of years, in a town, that is not good enough for you, in a house, that’s not good enough for you, with a guy, that is not good enough for you. I should be able to give you the world and yet I’m not able to give you even the tiniest bit of it. You deserve so much better, baby, so much better than I could ever give you. Your father and your brother were right. I never wanted to accept it and yet, they were right. I…“

Before he could continue, you stopped him right there and then. „Shut it, Ro, just shut it for fuck’s sake.“, you groaned as you left your position and moved into the room, closer to where he was sitting. As you were standing in front of him, you demanded: „Look at me.“, only continuing as soon as you had his full attention while his eyes rested on you: „I have no idea what’s wrong with you recently. If it is because of that wedding joke you cracked and my answer just tell me. I don’t force you to marry me, I don’t need you to do if you don’t feel like that. But stop it, for fuck’s sake, stop what you had just said and don’t you dare to repeat that ever again. Every since I had met you my life basically began. This right here, this small town, this house, you by my side, this is all that matters, all that counts, all I need to be happy. I had wealth, I had money, I had a high paid job and a social circle I was part of and I hated all of that. I have never felt so lonely like I did during my childhood, my youth and part of my adult life, where I had to live for the expectations of others rather than getting the chance to do what I want in order to be happy. I have found all of this now and I have found all of this because of you. You are all I ever needed. I don’t need shiny things, I don’t need money, I don’t need any of that stuff. All I need, all I want is you. And I have no idea how I should convince you, how I should make it clear to you that I’m not missing anything of my former life. I left all of that behind and feel like I’m living for the first time ever. I don’t need a man, that has a high paid job, a great reputation or a circle of friends, that’s full of arrogant snobs like my brother. I need a man, that I feel comfortable with, a man, that loves me to the moon and back, a man I can always count on and a man, that’s funny, smart, humble and has a heart of gold. And that man is you, Roman, whether you want to believe it or not. So please, for the love of god, stop trying to talk me into a life, that I don’t want to, as you start acting like my father and my brother did although they had way less noble motives. I am happy with what I have and I don’t need a single other thing. I got you and that is enough. You are my world and that won’t change just because you keep telling yourself that. If you want me gone out of your life because you don’t love me anymore it would shatter my world, but I would learn to deal with it. But then be at least honest with me. You talking yourself down, belittling yourself and telling me what you think would be best for me, has to stop. I can make that decision for myself and I have made that decision a long time ago. Four years ago to be more precise, that moment I met you and decided to stay in your home for the first time.“

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you, baby

If I ain't got you, baby

„How can you even think that I don’t love you? You’re holding my heart in your hands, you are the love of my life, you are my world, baby. I love you more than my own life and because I love you so much, I don’t want you to live a poor life as you deserve the world.“

„Have you even listened to me? I don’t give a fuck. I don’t need to live the life of the rich and famous. I want a normal life and this right here is closest to heaven like it could be for me. So stop it already.“, You had lost your calm by now, screaming at Roman although you had tried not to. But right now he just drove you mad. How could one guy be so damn stubborn? Didn’t he want to understand that he was your life and that he was all you needed to be happy? And you would be as long as you were by his side no matter where or how you two had to live? Did you first have to slap some sense into him until he would finally stop it? You leaned down to your boyfriend, your voice strangely distant as you yelled: „If you want me out of your life, just say it. But don’t give me this bullshit again and again.“ You felt how you were tearing up again, scolding yourself to not cry this time, not give in now. Roman held your gaze, not saying a single word, just deciding on his next move. You had enough, you couldn’t take that tensed silence any longer, needed to get out of the room.

Before you could move, however, Roman was reaching out to you, pulling you down on his lap until you fully sat down, one leg on each side of his thighs, not being able to move since his hands rested on your hips, holding you in position. „Let go of me.“, you hissed, trying to push him away, your hands on his chest, with him not moving just a bit. You watched him shake his head, his lips crashing on yours seconds after, his tongue begging for entrance. You knew that you couldn’t resist him, no matter how mad you were. Therefore you found yourself returning his kiss with the same passion he showed to you. Breaking apart after a little eternity the both of you were grasping for air. As you had calmed down Roman placed his index finger on your lips to silence you, knowing you quite well, knowing that you wanted to know what he thought he was doing. You heard his deep voice soothing you, embracing you, when he mumbled: „I’m sorry baby, for all of that. I don’t want to tell you how to live your life. I just… I don’t know. Sometimes I feel that I’m not good enough for you. I know that you don’t think so. But knowing that I can’t give you all of those things I would love to give to you had the worst of me. I… I’m just so scared that you realize in the long run that you had made the wrong decision when staying with me, that you would have been able to do better. I trust you, I really do. And I know that you are honest with me. But there is that tiny voice, and it unfortunately sounds a lot like your father, that keeps telling me that I’m not good enough for you, that I can never be good enough for you.“

You gently touched his cheek, stroking away the tears that were falling down on them, whispering: „And if you listen closely, there should be your father’s voice as well, babe. And he probably is telling you that you are enough in every single way, that you are everything a woman could ask for in a boyfriend, a fiancee, a husband. I love you and I never want to hear anything of that again.“ You had no idea whether you had convinced him, whether you had covered that topic for good. But you learned so shortly after when he pulled out a beautiful ring, asking you: „So you would really stay by my side and live that life here with me? You would really do me the honor of becoming my wife?“ You couldn’t help but smile widely from ear to ear as you whispered: „I absolutely would.“ With that Roman put the ring on your finger, kissing you passionately once again, finally believing you that it was him and him only that you needed in your life.

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, you, you

*Now*

„Babe, I don’t have time. I need to get ready. Even if our wedding is small, I need to get dressed. I can’t marry you in my pajamas.“, you laughed out loud, while Roman was covering your eyes with his hands, directing you outside of the house, not telling you where he would lead you to. „You have more than enough time, baby. It’s just a little surprise I want to give you beforehand.“, he chuckled, making you move while you completely trusted him. After that incident shortly before your engagement you were grateful that such a scene had never occurred again. And now… well now there were only a few hours left until you would marry the love of your life. Did it hurt that your family wasn’t there? Of course it did since you had hoped that they would change, had hoped that they could put their materialistic driven thoughts beside and accept you and your love the way they were. But you obviously had hoped wrong. You were sad, but you didn’t dare to show it, didn’t want to give Roman the feeling, that he would push you into a life you didn’t want to live. You just wished, that your family was more tolerant, that was all. You pushed away those thoughts, didn’t want to ruin the most beautiful day in your life with those depressing thoughts. Before you could spiral down deeper, you heard Roman say: „Here we are. Are you ready?“

„I have no idea for what, but I think so, yes.“, you laughed, blinking a few times after Roman put his hands down. „I hope that you like it, baby girl.“ You couldn’t believe your eyes as you were staring at the object in front of you. „How?“, was all you could ask when Roman hugged you from behind, whispering in your ear: „I loved that story you told me about how you got it and hated the sadness in your voice when you told me what had happened. It took me some time to call all of the possible junk yards but eventually I found the right one and I got extremely lucky when they still had it there. So I picked it up, brought it here and repaired it. It’s as good as new.“ You still couldn’t believe your eyes when you whispered: „But Ro. I had told you that story five years ago when I first met you. That means, that you have organized that all of those years ago. Why? You didn’t even know whether you would see me again.“

„Well I had hoped that I would. And if I hadn’t I would have kept it for myself as it would have reminded me of you and how happy I was the moment I met you. And after we started dating and everything developed in that beautiful way it did, I just waited for the perfect occasion to give it to you and here we are.“ You wouldn’t have thought, that you would see your beloved VW Beetle, the car you worked for and paid with your own money, the car your father hated and you defended with everything you got, that you would ever see it again. And yet it was standing in front of you now, having been completely restored by the man you loved, the man, that was only a stranger back when you told your story, the man, that listened and wanted to give you back what you had missed ever since, the man, that would be your husband in a few hours, the man, that was your life. You were almost overwhelmed by your feelings as you turned around in his arms, hugging him tightly before you pulled his head down, giving him a soft kiss, whispering: „I don’t know what to say and I certainly don’t have enough words for that. Thank you so much babe, you have no idea how much that means to me and how moved and happy I am right now.“

„You’re very welcome, sweetheart. I’m glad that you like it. And… well actually I have another surprise for you as well.“, he let you know. „Another surprise? Babe, the VW Beetle is the greatest thing you could have surprised me with. What else could you give me?“

„Something you probably value even more. At least if you are honest to yourself and give it some time.“ You must have looked at him in pure confusion, causing him to chuckle as he whispered: „Turn around.“ You did what he had told you, not believing your eyes once again as you saw the persons standing there, that had tossed you out of their lives three years ago. You could tell that they had no idea how to act, that your father & mother as well as your brother and your sister in law were embarrassed seeing you again. Not due to the setting but due to their initial behavior.

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you, baby

If I ain't got you, baby

„What are you doing here?“, you wanted to know, not sure whether your voice sounded hostile or relieved. It took them some moments to find the right words for an answer and it was your father finally coming up with a reply. His voice was collected but full of emotions and unshed tears as he explained: „I’m so sorry, sweetheart, we all are, for how we have treated you, the both of you to be more precise. We were completely blinded by our attitude, by our false assumptions and our prejudices, our craving for money, that we actually lost track of what was important. Roman had visited us, telling us about your upcoming wedding and informing us how you were living your life, how happy you were and how much you nevertheless still suffered due to us having acted like we did. And I can’t tell you how sorry we are. We know, I know, that I have been as disgusting as I could be, that I was so blinded in wanting the best for you, that I didn’t even care that the best according to my definition wasn’t the best according to yours. I know now, that you have found the kindest man out there and I’m sorry that I haven’t realized that back then. I always wanted you to be happy, princess, and I was disgusted by myself after having said all of those terrible things to you, after having sent you away, but it was too late then and I was way too ashamed to find a way out of this misery, to ask you for forgiveness, to beg you to come back into our lives. We love you and we want you to be happy no matter what, even if you probably don’t believe us now. When Roman visited us, he told us that it would mean a lot to you if we would be here and if we would accept the way you chose your life and that’s what we want to do if you let us. We miss you.“

„Why? Why have you been so terrible in the first place? Why did you feel like money and wealth was worth more than anything else. Why didn’t you love me when I was a kid and a teenager?“ You just needed to know. You were absolutely emotional seeing them again, not being able to put your emotions into words. You had no idea how much it had taken from Roman to head to your family, knowing that they thought that he was dirt and yet he did so, talking to them, knowing you way too well than to believe you that you weren’t missing them one bit, when in reality you prayed that they would become more humble people, that they would apologize for their behavior, holding out a hand for you to reach, giving you the option to welcome them back with open arms. You had no idea how he must have felt and nevertheless was willing to go through since he loved you so much and just wanted you to be happy no matter what. With regard to your family your emotions were completely mixed. On the one hand you were happy to see them again, on the other hand you hadn’t forgotten about anything that had happened, haven’t forgotten about how they had treated you and the man you loved. You just needed to know. This time it was your mother answering: „We love you sweetheart and we have always done so. We know that he had a terrible way of showing that but…“

„We have messed up, plain and simple.“, your father added, continuing shortly after: „I have never told you about my past and now I watch history repeating itself.“

„What do you mean?“

„I was not always the man, that I am now. And it was only five years ago that I realized that I turned into what I had despised the most. I didn’t grow up wealthy, didn’t grow up in the circle I found myself in later. My parents were living a normal life, not too rich, not too poor, but we were lucky with what we had. My father worked as a janitor in your grandfather’s company. I used to help him on a regular basis, meeting your mother there one day. It didn’t take long until we fell in love with your grandfather not accepting me as I was not good enough for your mother. And just like you, she didn’t want to listen. We had to overcome a lot of obstacles, I was working a lot of night shifts to finance my law study and it was a bumpy ride until I had the chance to open up my own law firm with my parents supporting me. Only with the clients increasing and the money coming in did your grandfather start to accept me no matter what my social background was. That’s when I swore myself, that I want my kids to be in a better position, that I want them to have no matter what they asked for, that I want them to not have the feeling of not possessing enough, of not being accepted. I got absolutely blinded by that thought and before I realized it I had become just like your mother’s father, the man I actually couldn’t stand back then, the man I never wanted to be. I lost track of what was important in life, denying my own past, my own roots. I always wanted to be a father, that accepts and supports his kids no matter what life they wanted to live, but I got completely lost along the way. And I’m so sorry for that. Roman reminded me way too much of myself, brought back all of those fears I had when I was his age. It was like experiencing all of that again and I just snapped. I have acted in the worst way possible and I’m so sorry for that, Y/N. But now I’m here to ask you for forgiveness, I’m here to ask you for a second chance to do things right, to welcome me… us… back into your life. As a wise man not too long ago told me, that it doesn’t matter what your background or your lifestyle is, since the only thing that’s important is being kind to each other. A wise man, you happen to marry in a few hours and it would be our honor if you wanted to have us there with you on that special day.“

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, yeah

You felt how your tears were streaming down your face. Of course, you couldn’t just forget and forgive what they had done to you and how they had treated the man you loved, but you were moved. Not only by their words as you would have never expected them to admit how they did you wrong, how nasty their views on their way of life was, but even more so because you could only imagine how hard it must have been for Roman to make that step, to visit those people, that had decided that he was not good enough for you and that had tossed you out of their middle due to that and yet he went there as he knew you better than anyone else, knew that no matter what had happened it pained you, that they wouldn’t be there, pained you, that they hadn’t searched for your forgiveness, pained you, that they had not been able to accept your love. And yet he went to them, talked sense into them and managed that they would ask for your forgiveness, all because his family told him to be humble and kind, told him that the most important thing in life was being there for each other and loving each other, no matter how different your background might have been.

You nodded your head as you said, your voice heavy with emotion: „I would love to.“ With that you headed over to your family, knowing that it would be a long way until you would be able to forgive them, but right now, you were happy that they had taken the responsibility for their wrong behavior and that was more than you could have ever imagined from them. As they hugged you one after another, they told you how sorry they were once again and how much you meant to them, giving you some time to process right afterwards as they left you and Roman alone. You were walking back to him, wrapping your hands around his neck once you had reached him and whispered: „Thank you so much babe. I can’t even express how much this means to me.“

„No need to.“, he said, whipping away your tears before he gave you a gentle kiss. When you broke apart he added: „Not having a family can be cruel. I know, that they had treated you so terribly but they are really sorry. And I promised you, that I would make you happy no matter what. I’m intending to keep that promise.“

„I love you so much.“, you said moved with Roman replying: „I love you more.“

If I ain't got you with me, baby

Said nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing

If I ain't got you with me, baby

You couldn’t believe, that you had found the man of your dreams due to a car you hated breaking down. And yet there you were marrying him in just a couple of hours. Life couldn’t have been better for you and you couldn’t wait to see what the future held for you in that small town, living in your husband’s parental home, that completely belonged to you after his sister had moved into the city, helping him with his work in the garage and gas station and raising your kid, that you already carried under your heart without Roman knowing it yet. But right there and then you promised that it would grow up the same way its father did, valuing the little things in life, staying humble and kind and helping people, that needed help like Roman always did. Yes, you finally had found the life you had dreamed of ever since you were a little kid and you couldn’t have been more grateful for that than you already were.

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thoughts on endgame.

fair warning, i am not going to be kind. i enjoyed watching this movie, for the most part. it was funny; it had many good jokes and good, pure and well done interactions between multiple characters. but i didnt like it, and here are the reasons why.

unfortunately, this isnt a ‘nitpicky’ post. my main problems are with a lot of the bigger points points of the film, and had quite a few. this is a LONG post.

• “marvels first gay character!!!!!!!!!!!!” shut up. you joined the ‘fad’ late for brownie points and it was a cameo character who got about 3 lines. there are plenty of canon queer and gay characters who could have been introduced, either as cameos or in earlier films. dont even get me started on the fact that tony has more canon bi material than most others and marvel could have taken the time or even the slightest bit of effort to make this. while i enjoyed the jokes about steve being Incredibly Hot and his ass being Gods Gift To America (which honestly??? correct!) that could have been expanded on. several characters made comments about how nice steve’s ass is, and could have been used as actual material for a queer character, instead of sticking a random chharacter in there. i get the whole ‘gay people could be anyone! its normal!’ thing by giving the ‘role’ to a regular person, but you would also prove that by making any one of your 30+ main cast actually queer instead of making gay jokes and hints that could be retconned and explained away by humour.

• slapping someone out of a panic attack, and treating the panic attack like a joke. yeah, i get it, they didnt have a lot of time. still, come on. did iron man 3 teach you nothing? apparently not since tonys ptsd was pretty much never brought up again.

• speaking of thor. now, i am not an expert, but when a person gains weight, they do not keep their abs. certainly not after five entire years - not even asgardians. i also found it odd that thor became the way he did. i understand gaining weight and comfort eating after all the trauma thor went through losing his home and brother and people, i really do, but 1.) do it properly, at least, and 2.) thor is the leader of his people. does he want the task? not particularly. he hasnt wanted to be king since the first thor movie, but hes been forced into the role. even depressed i dont think thor would shy away from it, not completely. hes always wanted to do right by his people and i think that hed stuck to it, especially after The Snap backing him into a corner, if that makes sense. to clarify, i dont have a problem with chubby/fat thor. (IF done right instead of with weird, shitty cgi, that is.) i have a problem with the fact that thor, even though he doesnt want to be king, would abandon the last remanents displaced people to build a new home all on their own and become a hermit gamer boy. ESPECIALLY with valkyrie around. she’s been through a derpressive, alcohol fuelled time in her life and thor pulled her out of it. (mostly anyway, asgardians are party animals and im p sure she still gets trolleyed on the reg) i have bo doubt that after years of wallowing she would do her damned best to try and kick his ass out of it, even if it were just because his people need a leader, instead of letting him drop everything on her and just let him stew while new asgard gets on with it. i also didnt like the fact that all of thors emotional moments were treated as jokes and made to be funny when hes genuinely Fucked Up about eveything thats happening and made his image into a whiny crybaby.

• professor hulk. more of a personal one, this, simply because i just didnt like it. fair enough if y’all disagree on this one, im not going to fight it. i just never saw him wanting to combine himself with the hulk. ever. when he apleared on the screen i was completely blindsided, and his explanation, and the way he interacted with the kids????? i just want to know where all of this confidence suddenly came from. i use the term ‘suddenly’ loosely, since its been five years, but bruce has never been the guy to care about strength or looks or fame. hes always been shy and nerdy. not afraid to stand his ground or make his opinion known. hes bot a catchphrase, posing and flexing ‘hell yeah lets take a selfie’ guy. i get that thats maybe the result of the hulk and bruces combined personality but it just felt WEIRD to me, like, there wasnt a time in the film where i felt comfortable with the character. this was the final avengers film, with all of the original six avengers in it. but it didnt feel like that, it didnt feel like bruce or the hulk was in the film, even though there was a lot of funny and good moments with orofessor hulk, it felt like a stranger with some familiar characteristics. it ruined any feelings of nostalgia for me. i like bruce, and i like the hulk. i like the way their differences add to the story and the way they interact with eachother, and the slow change in their relationship. sorry if its petty but i prefer them seperate, theres just so much more to them for me.

• clint and natasha’s journey for the soul stone. both times, in infinity war and endgame, a male character and a female character went to get the soul stone. both times the male came back and the female died, and we lost possibly two most developed and main-line female characters in the entire mcu. now i understand the reasoning for both, and out of the characters that went there, i agree with the choice. thanos and gamora; it was thanos who was aware of the sacrifice and who chose to make it. gamora didnt get a choice and was unaware until it was too late. thanos was never going to die there. he knew there would be a sacrifice and chose to take gamora, because she would be the most likely sacrifice to actualky sucsesfully yield the soul stone because she was the most loved by him. i get it, but we lost gamora and i dont like it. clint and natasha; looking at it completely objectively, clint has a family, a wife and three children, that he wants to get back. natasha does not have any children, nor any (blood) family. if i had to choose, based on facts like that, id choose her too. but i still hate it, because there goes the only female member of the avengers. also, nebula (and i think maybe rocket?) KNEW that a sacrifice would be made and either accidentaly or deliverately left out the terms of aquiring the soul stone. it would have been easy to tell, if not easy to solve. but nothinb was said, and two best friends had to make a fucking awful and horrible choice when they might not have had to.

• on the ‘feminism’ tangent; the random congragation of women in the end scene??????? i dont????? okay so i am marking myself as a hypocrite here because i did love this scene!!! it made my lil gay heart go boom to see so many good and strong women all in one place - ESPECIALLY rescue - and it also made me realise how many women there actually are across the mcu??? which was really nice?? but it just felt... so forced? the way they ALL suddenly apleared and stood together even though they were all mixed in around the battlefield. it was a wonderful thought and i did enjoy it, but it seemed too Off and Odd to seem as much more than a bid for Feminism Brownie Points.

• captain marvel. i dont know about you, but i was actually looking forward to her being in the film. for a character so hyped to be the saviour of the avengers and the end of thanos, she was barely in the film. ‘i have other planets to save, the earth isnt the only one affected by thanos’ yeah but earth is the only plannet actively attacked by him. its where the people who are rallying to fight him and reverse what he did are. dont you want to stick around and help them? surely it would be a hell of a lot easier with your help, and faster too. yes, she blasted theough the ship at the end, but she did fuck all to help defeat thanos himself, and the help she did give with the ship came at the end. i genuinely think they kept her out of the movie because she was too powerful, and would have made fighting thanos etc too easy to get all the suffering and noble sacrifices in. if she had been a side character i dont think id be as mad, but she got a whole MOVIE in which she is clearly the start of the entire avengers initiative; she is their HISTORY!!!! she is so powerful!!!! and yet she has 5 mins of screen time!! it pisses me off that she was So Strongly implied to be the character the avengers NEEDED, the one that without whom it would be IMPOSSIBLE to defeat thanos; the woman that really tipped the scales in there favour, and yet she did fuck all. (and lets not even get started on the carol/rhodey and carol+tony bromance we COMPLETELY missed out on.)

• (speaking of bonding what the fuck happened to tony and nebula????? after they were rescued it was like they never met)

• the whole entire concept of time what the fuck!!! ‘dont change anything’ okay well for the most part you did okay, and the PLAN and CONCEPT was actually really easy to grasp, at least to me, which is hard when working with paradoxes and wibbley-wobbley timey-wimey stuff. but that went out the water when past!thanos and his army were brought into the future and disintergrated. does this mean they’re dead in the past - since they would have just. Left and not come back and therefore ceased to exist from that point???? or did tonys Snap simply send them back to their point in time, with no memory of what had occured? idk because it aint explained.

• speaking of; loki. again - his past changed; he managed to escape, with the tessarect. this is not explained nor expanded upon. assuming the events of thor 2 came about - which were impossible if he escaped - then his timeline would carry on as normal, and would PERHAPS explain the tessarects wacky timeline. (i dont know for certain, because i cant work it out anyway). but loki disspearing means he wouldnt have gone to trial on asgard, nor would he wouldnt have been in thor 2 - also by extention meaning that frigga is still alive. technically if he went back to get odin off the throne anyway, everything else after thor 2 involving loki/asgard would still come to pass. either way, we dont know. it was a nice way for endgame to give fans what we wanted; the posibility of loki coming back. but it doesnt make a lick of sense, and we have no idea if hes still alive/escaped or not, and why. personally i have no fucking idea and im pretty sure it was a cop out so they could give us what we wanted. which brings to my other point:

• giving the audience what we wanted. we got loki interaction. we got loki ‘escaping’ and ‘surviving’ (????) we FINALLY got rescue, who many fans have been asking for since i think iron man 2, and even more so since The Badass That Was Pepper Potts in im3. we got morgan stark and tony and pepper married, we got jokes about steves ass, and more jokes about male characters admiring how hot other male characters are. and, most importantly, we got tony having the nice relaxing life he wanted out in his cabin in the woods with his wife and kids (even if it was a horrific way of getting there). i dont quite know how to explain it, but to me it seemed like they were shoving as many ‘fan-requests’ into the film as possible - so that when they killed off 2 of the original 6, and removed another by ageing him out of use, they could lessen the backlash and justify the changes by going ‘but you got so mych that you wanted beforehand!!’. a tactic they drenhed us with because one of those 2 was a fan favourite that people were BEGGING not to be killed off because they felt that he hadnt recieved anywhere near the peace or happiness he deserved so far - and now never will. which brings me to:

• tony’s death.

there are two parts to this.

one, i was incredibly pissed off because strange’s Big Plan, the ONLY reason he saved tony in infinity war, was so tony could use the gauntlet and kill himself anyway later. anyone in that film could have used that gauntlet - and many wouldnt have suffered fatal injuries; captain marvel, steve, t’challa, peter quill to name a few possibilities - basically, anyone who is in anyway enhanced would have had a better chance of surviving and would have therefore been the better choice; aka, half the mcu. i think it was a proximity thing; tony was closest. he had the oppertunity and the others didnt. but tony didnt know about the option of using it until strange looked at him and gave him ‘the signal.’ the signal to sacrifice himself. and of course, this is tony stark. when is he ever going to refuse that.

but reason two, and this is the one that stings the most; tony started the mcu.

in my opinion, he is the character who has put the most in during the whole ten years. he, of ALL the characters, deserves his happy ending of marrying the love of his life and having a kid, without constantly fearing that hes foing to have them ripped away from him, that hes going to have to fight to the death to keep them safe.

one of my friends, when i complained about tony dying, said; “it was his time. plus, he had a legacy! with pepper and morgan, and the iron man name. how can you be upset?”

i can be upset because tony got the happiness he wanted after losing exactly 50% of what he held dearest. i can be upset because hawkeye got his family back, but tony only got five years with his wife and less with his kid, instead of getting the oppertunity to grow old with his wife and watch his kid go to collage like clint will. i can be upset because the character that has gone through the most trauma, both physically and mentally, who spent the last ten years trying to better the world and everything in it and protect it, who got the most shit for every decision he made and who ended EVERY SINGLE FILM with a broken limb or his face littered with bruises and cuts while every other film centric character ended the film usually scrape free, didnt get his happy fucking ending. sure, he has a legacy. but i dont give a shit, because that legacy - of iron man, of morgan and pepper and stark industries - would have been there whether tony was alive to see it flourish or not. but he wont be.

this goes beyond being a ‘tony stan’ or tony being my favourite character. out of every single character, from start to finish, anthony edward stark fucking deserved a happy ending and by god he deserved it the most. i will argue that until my end of days.

i watched tony stark on screen for ten years, and i watched him get progressively more scarred and fucked up. his parents. the ten rings. losing yinsen. obie. vanko and hammer. the palladium poisoning. new york; the nuke and the wormhole. the ptsd, the panic attacks. the iron legion and retirement attempt. killian and extremis and the end of that returement attempt. wanda’s vision. jarvis being destroyed. the accords and subsequent civil war. finding out about the winter soldier and his hand in his parents death. finding out that steve knew. siberia. struggling to balence iron man and the accords. losing peter. being stranded on titan, in space for weeks.

tony in that wheelchair, shaking and rail thin and unable to stand for more than a few moments will haunt me forever.

i watched him suffer for ten years - longer, even, in-universe - clawing for his quiet, happy ending while fighting for the happy ending he thought the rest of the world deserved, and instead of getting rewarded he just got beaten down and beaten down. after ten fucking hears of watching the backbone of the entire franchise get nothing but shit piled on him until he struggled to breathe for it, excuse me for thinking he woukd finally get the chance to crawl out from under it and be happy. no strungs attatched, no awful, sacrificial price to be payed, just for a man who had given so. fucking. much. to finally get something for once, and be allowed to keep it.

well i was wrong. and i feel so incredibly fucking stupid for even hoping otherwise.

and thats what i didnt like about avengers endgame.

#thanos might have snapped first but now its my turn #endgame spoilers #marvel #avengers #thor #bruce banner #tony stark #squeak.txt #rant #avengers 4 #captain marvel #iron man

[heros-amoung-us]

Nightclub AU

PART 4: TROUBLE COMES IN TWOS

All five men looked at the worried Izuku as the two of you exchanged looks. His hair was floppy and stuck to the sides of his sweaty face. He was panting, his chest rising and quickly falling under his black fishnet top. You looked around at the five men sitting beside you. All of them slowly realizing that something was up. 

You nodded at Izuku, letting him know you’d be there in a second, before clearing your throat. The boys all looked over to you with confused expressions. 

“I hope you guys can excuse me for a second! I was having such a wonderful time that I forgot I was still technically working! But you know how it is, duty calls!” You let out an airy laugh, trying to diffuse the confused and worried tension. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t have too much fun without me now, boys~” 

You slowly stood up when Katsuki grabbed onto the back of your arm. You looked back at him and noticed how your arm felt hot under his touch. He was scowling, his features compressed by his knitted eyebrows. His red eyes glowed in the dark booth. He gave you a questioning look, asking with his intoxicating crimson eyes what was going on. You lightly tugged your arm out of his grasp as you smiled back at him, hoping that it would take him off his edge.

“Is everything okay?” Shoto asked, his monotone voice laced with hints of concern. You turned your attention towards him and Kaminari who sat across the booth’s table. 

“Yeah? It seems like somethings up?” Kaminari agreed in unease. 

Kirishima and Tetsutetsu slid out of the booth to allow you to get out. They stood beside Izuku. You weren’t sure if they were actually taller than him or if their hair made them look taller. You gracefully slid out of the booth and stood next to Izuku. 

“Maybe we should come with you?” Kirishima suggested, looking down at you. Tetsutetsu agreed by nodding. 

You waved your hands in the air in defense. “No no no! It’s okay, really! It’s nothing to worry about!” You reassured. Although, you were lying through your teeth. The other staff would only ever interrupt you if something serious was going on.

“I agree with Kirishima, us three will accompany you two.” Shoto said, standing up from his seat. 

Izuku sweat dropped beside you. He wasn’t used to so many men expressing so much concern over you. Or even, strangers willingly trying to get into staff business. He was a little jealous, he wanted to take care of the situation himself, without any outside help (other than Tokoyami of course).

Kirishima pumped his fist in a ‘yeah!’ motion. You slumped your shoulders and pouted. These men were more stubborn than you. And nothing you were saying was getting through to them. The last thing you wanted was to bring customers into club issues.

Suddenly, Katsuki slammed his fist down against the booth's table, the glasses jumping up from the force.

“IF ANYONE’S GOING WITH [Y/N] IT’S GONNA BE ME YOU SHIT HEADS!” Katsuki angrily yelled, abruptly getting out of his seat and stomping over to where you were standing. Shoto was clearly annoyed. 

“G-guys...seriously...please-” You tried to reason with them but you were cut off as Izuku gently grabbed onto your arm and tugged you toward him.

“Come on, we can’t waste any more time-”

Katsuki grabbed onto your other arm and tugged you toward him. He angrily glared at the equally angry Izuku. 

“Guys..” Kaminari said, trying to calm the two men down. 

Katsuki deeply growled as his grip on your arm tightened. Izuku tugged you back towards him, then Katsuki did the same. You had found yourself in the middle of a tug-of-war. 

“Sir! Please let go!” Izuku yelled, tugging you, once again, towards his chest.

Katsuki aggressively tugged you back. “Like I’d hand her over to you ass face!” 

You were becoming increasingly more annoyed and angry with each tug you received. Shoto stood in front of you three, watching the odd act take place. Kirishimia and Tetsutetsu had their hands up in defense as they tried to approach the two angry men, but weren't exactly sure how. Kaminari was looking at you, with a worried expression; maybe he thought you were as delicate as a rag doll and would rip at the seems at any moment. 

Your muscles stiffened in annoyance. You dug your feet into the ground to try and stop the tugging by the two men. 

“GUYS!” You angrily ripped your arms out of both their grips. Both men looking surprised at your outburst and then slightly sheepish at their childishness. You exhaled a deep sigh as you scanned all the men’s faces. “I appreciate the concern and support from you guys, but this is a company matter. It would get complicated if customers got involved.” You tried to reason. Your voice had gone back to its normal softness. 

Izuku nodded, looking over at the five men standing around you. Everyone seemed to understand, even if they didn’t agree. Katsuki glared at Izuku but said nothing.

Izuku placed his hand on your shoulder. It was warm and gentle. You looked up at him. His freckled face held a small smile. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted when you both felt a sudden gush of wind sweep past your backs. Your head snapped back and glanced in the bar’s direction. Tokoyami was sprinting towards the bar, where you also spotted Momo, Iida, and Tsuyu. But there was too many people standing between you and the bar. They blocked your view from who they were dealing with at the bar. 

A drop of worry plummeted into your stomach. 

“Ah-ah we should get going...” Izuku said, his voice was suddenly shaky. You hastily nodded as your turned quickly back to your five companions. 

They were all staring over at the bar as well. Their necks craned, trying to see over the crowds. Shoto’s eyes ran themselves back to you. His monotone expression was impossible to read, but you felt a twinge of need in your body. His gaze was warm and seemed to convey his words for him. He wanted to come, and deep down, you began wanting his protection. You wanted all of their protection. But like you said, this was a company issue, and involving customers could get messy. You tore your gaze from the tall, muscular heterochromatic and sent it back to Izuku. Giving him one last nod, he began leading the way through the crowd. 

As you made your way towards the bar, you felt your chest tighten. This time, not in a good way. Like after you watch a scary movie and every shadow in your house becomes a monster. Your (e/c) eyes darted to and fro around the crowds. Instinctively you grabbed for Izuku’s hand. He only glanced back at you in surprise before turning back forward, a small blush adorning his cheeks. He squeezed your dainty hand reassuringly. 

Breaking through the crowd, you approached the bar. Your co workers stood in a semi circle around two bar stools. The previous crowd had diffused from the bar area, not wanting their night to be ruined by watching possible no-gooders get kicked out of the club. Tokoyami stood offensively to the left of the stools. Tsuyu and Iida stood in front of the bar stools, blocking your view once again from whom they were talking to, although you had a pretty good idea who it was. Momo stood behind the bar, her eyes narrowed. 

Iida glanced back at you and Izuku. His stern bespectacled face relaxed in relief upon seeing the green haired man. His tall, muscular stature had scared off many trouble makers before, and Iida was definitely hoping for the same reaction now. His eyes then fell on you. You gave your manager a determined look. But his gaze quickly darted to behind you, or rather, his eyes floated above your head. 

“[Y/n]...who are they?” Iida asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Confused, you turned around only to be met with the five men once again. Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, and Kaminari all smiled down at you. Shoto held a cool gaze as he stared back at your manager. Katsuki had his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest; he glared down at you. 

For Christ sake....

Izuku also turned to see the familiar men standing behind you. 

“We’re sorry, [Y/n] but we just came to see what the problem was.” Tetsutetsu explained; his tone less than pleased about all the questioning. 

“It felt wrong just letting you go...” Kaminari softly spoke. 

“There is no problem here, thank you men! Please go enjoy the shows our girls are putting on! I’ll have a bottle sent to your table, on the hou-”

“We don’t want your damn booze,” Katsuki interrupted, “Nor do we want feel like ignorant customers...”

“We understand that this is a company issue,” Shoto began, “But we simply can’t turn a blind eye in a situation like this. I mean, we all are just concerned for the safety of [Y/n].” 

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up, despite the current circumstance. 

Katsuki grunted and turned his head away from your direction. “Speak for your damn self icey-hot. I didn’t come over to be a stupid body guard. I couldn’t care less what happens to this extra of an employee you got yourself. I’m more of a man that enjoys a fight.” His crimson eyes remained dark as he smirked. 

You narrowed your eyebrows in his direction. You could smell a lie a mile away, and this one stunk. 

“Regardless of your reasons, I must request that you all stay out of the situation, we have it under control. There will be no need for fighting. Thank you.” Iida’s voice was nothing less than authoritative. 

Izuku thinned his lips as he turned on his heels and made his way over to the situation. Iida gave you a stern look, telling you to do the same. You nodded, quickly turning back to your five friends. You gave them a ‘wtf are you thinking?!’ look. They backed off. Katsuki uncrossed his arms and glared at his feet as he aimlessly began to walk around. Kirishima and Testutetsu whispered to each other, while Kaminari and Shoto stared at you with concern. They all stood a couple feet away from the bar, watching casually from a distance what was about to go down. 

You turned around and made your way over to where your co-workers stood. The purple and green party lights scanned across the walls and floor. You saw the familiar peak of short black hair, sitting on a bar stool behind Iida. You placed yourself beside Tsuyu and Tokoyami. 

A tall, toned, black haired male sat at the bar beside a shorter, pig-tailed blond girl. The man wore an all black suit. Probably his only suit, as he seemed to wear it every time he showed up here. The pants were black and tight. He wore the black jacket with nothing underneath but a small gold chain. His neck and under eyes were covered in tattoos. So many tattoos that they seemed to just smudge together into patches of ink. Despite his dark appearance and aura, he had bright blue eyes that seemed to shine under the club’s lights. He sat lazily on the stool, one arm leaned back over the bar while the other was shoved inside his pant pocket. 

The blond girl beside him wore a shorter skirt than you with a schoolgirl-like top. She resembled a high school student, except you knew she was in her early 20s like you. She also oozed crazy. Her cheeks were flushed and she always seemed to wear a crazy smile. She never stopped smiling. She had gotten a procedure done to make some of her teeth sharp like an animal’s. This made her ten times more creepy. Being around her made your skin crawl. You felt like she was ready to stab someone to death at any second, doing so with her insane smile of hers. 

The two of them worked at a bar in the rougher ends of town. One that only criminals and gang bangers went to. You had never stepped foot in their bar before, nor did you have any intentions of doing so, but you imagined it look something close to an underground cult cave. The two of them often came to U.A. to try and make trouble. They wanted to soil U.A.’s name, for whatever reasons they may have. One time they broke in, the blond, named Toga, began smashing the largest bottles of booze she could grab onto. Another time, the dark male, referred to as Dabi, tried to drug the dancers. This time, it seemed they hadn’t done anything yet, but Iida wanted them out before they could do anything at all. 

“I’ll ask you two one, more, time; please leave the club! Or else we’ll have to force you out!” Iida threatened. 

Dabi’s eyes scanned all your faces. “And how would you manage that with only one security guy inside?” his voice was low and malicious. 

“Like all the other times we have kicked you out!” Iida retorted. 

This seemed to amuse the dark haired man as he let out a deep chuckle. His eyes darkened under his hair that hung in his face. “Your waiter is gonna take us out by force again is he? That’s a dumb move.” He sounded disinterested. 

“That was dumb! A dumb move!” The blond repeated, her high pitched voice scrapping itself inside your ears. “I didn’t mind that hunk roughly touching me, though! Izuku baby, I know you missed me!” She cooed. 

Izuku’s face slowly lost all colour. You could tell he was trying to act more confident than he felt. Toga had a huge thing for him, ever since she first saw him here. You couldn’t completely blame her. He had such a sweet face. His features were soft and handsome. And his tight uniform shorts and shirt left little to the imagination of his muscular body.

Dabi’s shiny blue eyes landed on you and you immediately felt a cold, unwanted shiver climb down your spine. His eyes seemed to dig into your very soul. “We just came to...” eyes snaking themselves up and down your body. “...have a little fun, that’s all,” you hugged your sides. He looked back at Iida with a small smirk.”Isn’t that what this place is for? Having a good time?”

Everyone felt increasingly uneasy at his words. Tokoyami took a step forward. He seemed almost invisible in his black security attire. “Please leave the building now! I don’t want to use force!” His voice bellowed from his chest.

Dabi’s smirk widened into a small sly smile. Toga giggled and threw her hands in the air above her head. Everyone flinched. Momo took a step back. Every movement they made put you more on edge.

“Oh?!~ You hear that Dabi?! They don’t wanna use force!” She cooed, insanely laughing. Her eyes widened. She leaped up and sat on the bar. Tsuyu nervously held up her fists. “Well we wanna!” She barked out ‘wanna’ and smiled, showing her sharpened teeth once again.

You flinched at her sharp tone. Dabi’s hand moved around in his pocket. A heavy tension hung in the air. Then, everything happened so fast. You heard Iida yell at Dabi to take his hand out of his pocket. Tokoyami stepped forward to grab onto the two fiends. Dabi pulled out a torch lighter and bottle of drugs. Toga pulled out a butcher knife. The blue flame lit itself in Dabi’s lighter. Iida and Tokoyami lunged at him. Toga pointed the knife towards you and Tsuyu.

“[Y/n]! Tsuyu!” you heard Izuku yell. 

He sprang himself over towards you two and placed a protective arm in front of your chests. Toga’s smile faltered at this. She angrily swiped her knife in the air.

“You bitches are always stealing my man from me! Why can’t you guys back off, huh?” Her voice became gradually higher. “This is so not cute! I was hoping we’d be great friends! But it turns out we’re just love rivals. Now, I’m going to have to cut you both.” She giggled. You wanted to throw up.

Dabi held out the blue flame in front of him, protecting him from the advancing Iida and Tokoyami. Some bystanders uneasily walked away from the scene unfolding near them. As Toga continued to giggle, you noticed the club’s lights reflecting off something hanging around Toga’s skirt. As it came into view, you saw that the reflective objects were needles. Each one already full of some sort of liquid drug. Your heart rate picked up and your eyes began darting from her face, to her knife, to her needles. 

Suddenly, Dabi elbowed Iida in the face, breaking his nose and glasses. Iida cried out and grabbed his face. Tokoyami lunged at him but was met with his flames instead, burning some of his clothes. Izuku moved from his protective post and quickly pounced on the dark haired male. Dabi moved swiftly away from each of Izuku’s advances, heading towards the right side of the club. All the while, Toga snatched two large expensive bottles of grey goose and hoped off the bar. 

“Don’t let her get away with those bottles! Follow her!” Iida yelled, his nose gushed blood.

You watched Tokoyami and Izuku grab onto Dabi’s jacket and pin him to the ground. Dabi looked up at you and smiled. You quickly turned away. 

“She’s running into the dance floor!” Tsuyu yelled from beside you. You looked and caught a glimpse of Toga’s blond hair running into the dense dancing crowd. “Lets split up! I’ll check the left side if you check the right!” You and Tsuyu began running in her direction. You nodded at her plan.

“Be careful! She’s got that knife! And it seemed like she had needles with her, too. Keep a cautious eyes out!” You yelled over the increasingly loud music.

Tsuyu nodded before she ran and disappeared into the crowd. You wasted no time pushing your way through people, trying to dig yourself deeper into the dance floor. You frantically looked around, trying to get another glimpse of her blond hair. She had managed to blend in with the large crowd, seemingly disappearing in the sea of faces and sweaty bodies. You grunted as you pushed your way past more people. The music was becoming louder as you made your way closer to the stage and DJ table. The base of the song pulsed in your chest. The club’s lights dowsed everybody in an array of colours. You pushed yourself passed a group of men grinding on women. A slow panic began rising in your chest as you still couldn’t see Toga.

You were almost to the stage now. Mina was now wearing a white two piece and swinging around a stripping pole. She looked down at you with a worried expression. You knew she knew. Mina subtly pointed over to the right of you, nudging her head in that direction. You swiftly slid yourself between people in the direction she pointed. The music was booming in your ears and you couldn’t hear anything else. You could see people’s mouths moving, maybe singing along with the lyrics or chatting, but no sound came out of them, only the music. 

Suddenly you felt the skin on your back tingle. You wiped around only to see Toga holding her knife out in your direction. She swung it around carelessly, cutting through the thick club air. Her white teeth sparkled as she maliciously smiled at you. The bottles of grey goose were tucked under her free arm. She was giggling. You quickly reached out to grab her wrist, but she retracted her hand too fast. The knife gleamed under the lights. 

“Follow me and I cut you bitch!” She yelled, although you had to read her lips to understand.

Toga darted back into the crowd, almost as fast as she had appeared, and you lost sight of her again. Your heart pounded in your chest. Your legs felt shaky, but you moved nonetheless. 

You followed her direction, which was closer to the stage.You frantically looked around, now pushing people out of the way. The stage stood to your right. It reached up to your hip. Mina and Toru danced hastily on stage. Their eyes scanning the edge and crowd for Toga. You ran along the edge of the stage. Suddenly you saw the blond girl. Her knife placed between her teeth as she unclipped a needle from her hip. She quickly raised the substance towards one of the dancer’s legs. 

The dancer remained unnoticed. 

You felt your feet move before you could even think. You watched in horror as Toga stabbed the dancer in the foot with her needle and inject the substance. The dancer toppled over on the stage.

Raising your hand you slapped the needle out of Toga’s hand. It flew into the crowd and rolled on the floor. Toga looked back at you with gleaming angry eyes. You stood your ground defensively. She let out a loud grunt as she grabbed her knife from between her lips and swung it towards you. You swiftly stepped back, trying to dodge her swipes. You wished Tokoyami or Izuku was around to grab her. You felt totally defenseless, which you were. 

She swung her knife towards your neck. You ducked and kicked at her legs. She let out an annoyed yell and swung the knife down towards you. Your eyes widened as you tried to move out of the way. Her knife caught the side of your shoulder and sliced it. You stumbled standing back up and clutched your shoulder. It stung badly. The pain ran itself down your entire arm and into your finger tips. Toga smiled at your wound. Her knife looked as if the tip had been dipped in blood. Toga lifted it to her face and giggled as she looked at it. 

You cursed under your breath and prayed to god that her blade wasn’t laced with anything. 

Toga was quick to raise her knife again, preparing to cut into you a second time. But her wrist was suddenly stopped when a large muscular hand grabbed onto it. Kaminari held onto the blond. She looked up at his handsome, glaring features with surprise. You blinked in surprise at his sudden appearance. Then, Katsuki appeared seemingly out of no where. He aggressively grabbed her other hand and twisted it behind her back. She let out a shriek. Katsuki and Kaminari forced her face down onto the ground. You were so stunned and relieved at their sudden appearance that you hadn’t noticed the blood from your wound seep through your fingers. You watched Katsuki hold down Toga as she uselessly tried to escape his grip. Kaminari grabbed the two bottles of vodka and held them in his arms. Both male’s faces were ridden with anger and concern. 

Suddenly you felt a body press itself up against your back and an arm grab around at your hips. You jumped in surprise and tried to move away, but the grip on you was too strong. You sent Kaminari (who wasn’t looking) pleading looks. The body was tall and hard. Warm against your back. You felt your cheeks heat up. A hand reached up and grabbed your chin. It tilted your head up to the side. Your eyes instantly met with Shoto’s concerned ones. You felt relief wash over you. You unconsciously leaned yourself deeper into his chest. He held your chin for a few extra moments. His eyes scanning over your face and then to your shoulder. His eyes hardened as he saw blood trickle down your arm. His eyes left your body and went to Kaminari and Katsuki. 

You hadn’t noticed, but you were panting. Your heart rate was still out of control. The adrenaline was still pumping through your veins. Kaminari looked at Shoto, then down at your small body in his arms. Your arm clutching your bleeding shoulder. Panic washed over his face. He quickly walked closer to you. Shoto let go of your chin, but not your waist. Kaminari put the back of his hand on your cheek, giving you a worried look. His pretty boy features softened. Your face flushed even deeper. Shoto’s protective arm pulled you closer to him and you found yourself clutching onto his shirt. 

Tokoyami and Tsuyu broke through the dancing crowd around you and looked down at Katsuki and Toga. Tokoyami knelt down to their level and took Toga’s hands behind her back in his. He began stripper her needles and knife from her. Tsuyu walked over to you and the two boys. She looked down at your bloody hand clutching your shoulder. The stinging in your arm had intensified. You grabbed a fistful of Shoto’s shirt. The pain was slowly becoming all you could focus on. You didn’t know how bad the cut was, but it felt awful. Your face grimaced at the pain. Shoto noticed and immediately wrapped his other arm around you. One of his hands held you between the shoulder blades and the other on the small of your back. He began walking you away from the stage, back towards the bar. Kaminari and Katsuki behind him. Tsuyu stayed back with Tokoyami and Toga. 

As you broke through the edge of the dance floor crowd, the bar was in plain view. You saw Iida and Izuku handing Dabi over to a couple police officers. You also noticed that Dabi was wrapped in some sort of white tape. You brushed the unusual sight off as more pain shot itself down your arm. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu were standing by the right side of the bar with Momo. The three of them noticed you before you did them. Their expressions turned from that of mild worry to full on horrific concern. You spotted them as you and Shoto rounded the bar to where they had been sitting. The two boys stood up from their seats and rushed over to you. You cracked a small smile at them. 

“She’s hurt!” Shoto yelled over at Momo. She hurriedly reached under a bar cabinet to retrieve the first aid kit. 

Kirishima reached out for your face. “W-what happened?!” He asked. Katsuki swatted his hand away. 

“Give her some space!” He barked.

You felt the pain increase ten fold as your adrenaline seemed to suddenly rush out of you. You clutched onto Shoto’s shirt even harder. His arms seemingly holding you up. Kirishima’s eyebrows raised in obvious concern. 

“Sit her down!” Momo ordered from across the bar. 

Shoto did as she said and placed you gently down on a bar stool. He sat himself on one beside you. His arms retracted from your body. You leaned your side against the bar. Kirishima sat on the other side of you. The boys were surrounding you. All peering down at you with concern. Katsuki stood directly in front. He towered over your sitting form. His handsome facial feature were turned in a scowl. 

Momo ran over to your side with bandages in her hand. She slowly took your hand and removed it fro your shoulder. Your fingers were stained with sticky blood. Momo immediately pressed a bandage against your arm, trying to stop the bleeding as much as she could. You stared down at your bloody hand before hiding it behind your back. You didn’t want the boys to see.

Momo patted your shoulder with the bandage. The cut stretched itself over your entire shoulder but wasn’t deep. It would heal quickly. 

Katsuki roughly grabbed the arm you were hiding behind your back. He glared down at your bloody hand and then at you. His crimson eyes dug into your (e/c) ones. The boys also took notice. Kirishima quickly grabbed a wet wipe from the first aid kit sitting on the bar behind you. He passed it to Katsuki, who swiped it out of his hand. He let go of your arm to open the package. You felt Shoto place his hand on your thigh. Your cheek instantly blushed. His touch was hot, but reassuring. 

“You’ll be okay,” Momo cooed from beside you, dressing your bandage.

Katsuki grabbed your hand again and began angrily wiping the blood off. You felt suddenly embarrassed and retracted your hand from his grip. He stared down at you in confused annoyance. 

“I-I can clean myself...” You muttered.

“No you fucking can’t.” Katsuki grabbed your hand again and placed the wipe back into your palm. “...just...let me fucking do this for you...” He said back.

You felt your heart stop. He gently wiped the dried blood off your fingers. His touch was softer than you expected. You stared at his concentrated face. He was focused on your hand and didn’t dare look at you. 

“Annnddddd....done!” you heard Momo say.

You looked over at your shoulder and saw she had finished bandaging it. You gave her a grateful smile, which she returned. 

“[Y/n],” Kaminari softly called. You turned to him. He was standing to the left of Bakugou. “Are you okay? That looked pretty serious back there?”

You slowly nodded in response. “Yeah,” You breathed out. “Thanks to you guys at least. I think I would have been in worse shape if you hadn’t shown up when you did.” You admitted.

Katsuki grunted as he finished wiping your hand, letting go of it. “And you didn’t want us to interfere. It’s a good fucking thing we did.” You nodded and smiled. 

“Yes,” Momo’s voice pulled all your attention towards her. She was behind the bar again. “Thank you so much for helping us out. Even Kirishima and Tetsutetsu stayed behind at helped capture Dabi! And also that other guy....?”

Kirishima nodded. “Oh yeah! Sero showed up just on time too!”

Shoto raised an eyebrow. “Sero was here?”

“Yeah, the guy helped us restrain that Dabi dude. Said he came down here for a bathroom break. But he ran back up to his private room as soon as the deed was done.” Tetsu explained. “Said he still had some unfinished business with the ladies up there.”

“I don’t even want to know,” Kirishima said, shaking his head.

You looked at them in confusion, as you still hadn’t met this Sero. Although, he sounded like quite the freak if he had been spending this whole time in one of the club’s private rooms. 

Iida and Izuku approached your huddled group. Iida placed a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder and Izuku stood on Shoto’s side. 

“[Y/n]?! Are you okay?! What happened to you?!” He questioned stepping closer to you.

Katsuki gently pushed the boy’s chest and sent him a challenging glare. Izuku gave him back a confused and irritated stare. You put your hands up in defense, your shoulder aching the higher your raised them. 

“I’m fine! She just had a knife and I was a little too slow dodging her, that’s all. It’s not a deep cut, it’ll go away soon!” You tried to reassure. 

Katsuki and Izuku’s shoulders slumped as they looked over at you. However, they didn’t hesitate to glare once more at each other. 

“Do those guys do this often? It seemed before that you two already knew what was going on before even reaching the bar?” Kaminari asked.

You felt Shoto’s hand lightly squeeze your thigh. This sent electricity straight to your womanhood. His deep eyes looked thoughtfully in yours. 

“Yes, you knew they were here and yet you still didn’t want our assistance?” He asked. You felt his cool breath on your warm cheeks. 

“It’s true that this is not their first appearance at our club,” Iida explained from behind Kirishima. “They’re from the rougher parts of town and frequently try to cause trouble. They work at a dive bar down there. Although we still don’t know what their motives are for trying to steal and hurt the club’s reputation, we can only imagine it’s to gain popularity on themselves.” He turned and addressed all five men. “If it weren’t for you men stepping in and helping out, the outcomes of their brash actions could have been much more severe. Thank you.”

The men shifted, slightly uncomfortable at the attention. They didn’t do it to gain that, they just did it cause it felt right. All five of them had watched everything unfold at the bar. As soon as Toga had pulled a knife, Katsuki was ready to lung at her. Shoto had stopped him. But it was only effectively until shit hit the fan and you ran after Toga into the large crowd. All five men switched onto protective mode. Katsuki sprinted after you with Shoto and Kaminari hot on his tail. But they were larger than you, and most of the other crowd members. It took them longer to catch up, which is why they didn’t appear until the last possible second. 

Your grateful (e/c) eyes scanned over all the men. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. You felt like you had someone strong enough and willingly enough to protect you. And not just someone, five strong and handsome men. 

“Thank you,” You softly said, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Thank you so much. I’m sorry I was rude before. I’m beyond grateful you stepped in. You saved me. Thank you!” Your voice was light and airy. You were beyond grateful. “And I’m relieved that none of you got hurt! I don’t know what I’d do if any of you guys got hurt like me...or worse.” 

Everyone’s face became a flustered mess at your kind and grateful words. Shoto removed his hand from you thigh and thoughtfully looked down at it. Katsuki turned is head to the side and shoved his hands down his pant pockets. Kaminari and Kirishima smiled back at you. Tetsu gave you a blushing thumbs up. Something slowly stirred itself inside the bellies of all five men.

“I’d like to propose an idea to you men!” Iida exclaimed, somewhat ruining the moment. The guys turned their attention over to your manager as he eagerly smiled at them. “I’m sure you’ve noticed our lack of security inside this club. Tokoyami is great, but one man can’t do everything.”

Kirishima nodded, thinking back to your incident with that overly drunk man. 

“And you are obviously in great shape. You’re perfect for security. That’s why I’d like to offer you all jobs here, as our new interior security team!” The men looked surprised to say the least. You hoped that they would accept, but something about their silence told you differently. 

“That’s a generous offer, sir. But with all do respect, I don’t think we can accept.” Shoto spoke up. “We are full time students at the business academy.”

Iida’s expression fell. You looked around at them with a somewhat pleading look. None of them made eye contact. 

“Ah! But please! I’ll throw in extra benefits! We are in dire need of security like yourselves.” Iida begged.

Kirishima was the only one to look up at you. His broad shoulders leaned against the bar as he thought to himself. His expression softened upon seeing you. He thought back to the drunken man touching you earlier that night, then your pain-ridden form as you were carried to the bar with a bloody injury. He was cracking under your gaze. Your beautiful eyes and soft features getting the best of him. Every fiber in his body wanted to protect you. 

“You can have as many breaks and drinks as you want!” Iida continued to throw in extra benefits, trying to reel them in.

“I’ll do it.” Kirishima said, surprising his mates. You and Iida gave him a grateful smile.

Iida eagerly took his hand in his and shook it. “Fantastic! Great to have you on board!”

He awkwardly laughed and retracted his strong hand from Iida’s. Kirishima looked back at you, his expression was unsure. You cupped his hand gently between yours. “Thank you Kirishima! I’m so glad we’ll be working together from now on!” You exclaimed.

Tetsutetsu cursed from beside the red head and raised his hand. “I-I’ll join too. If my bro, Kirishima is in, then I’m in too.” He said. 

Iida again, shook Tetsu’s hand eagerly and thanked him a thousand times. 

“Yay! Tetsu too!” You yelled. He sheepishly smiled before staring down at his shoes.

The other men remained silent. You hoped that their friend’s joining would get them to accept Iida’s offer as well, but it didn’t. You sadly looked at the ground. 

The club needed security. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu would be great additions, but you knew you needed more.

“Well, nonetheless, I’m grateful for everything you men have done! Please, Momo, give them whatever they want for the rest of the night! On the house!” Iida exclaimed. “I’ve gotta go check on our dancer that was attacked, but you men think about my offer!” He yelled, already speed walking away towards the dancer’s stage.

You huffed out a sigh and turned towards the bar. Momo was preparing multiple drinks at once. You didn’t feel like you could stomach another drink, but from the night you’ve had, you took one anyways. 

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

#bnha #i told y'all shit was going down #also #i got big dirty plans for the next chapters #so get ready #hold onto your nilly white butts #bnha au #au #my hero academia #my hero academia imagine #bnha imagines #katsuki bakugou #kirishima ejirou #shoto todoroki #izuku midoriya #Iida Tenya #tsuyu asai #bnha scenarios #bnha dabi #bnha toga

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Old passer

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. You already know this is not canon, i want to point out that there is a character here that belongs to toony BUT doesnt have any kind of design or personality so i created them myself for this story XD means the anything here is not canon at all, that it thank u ^^

Wallaby was standing outside in front of a random store under shade. There he is, standing alone, tapping the ground under him with one foot, his hands in his pants pockets while looking bored. At these fine balmy days, almost every eye hides behind sunglasses and hair flows freely in the breeze, erratic steps echo. The janitor Penetrating gaze probed Perusing the sea of faces, like if he is looking for someone he was supposed to meet up with ages ago and they never came, now he is still here waiting for their arrival at any second. If only time can pass faster, or if he had something to entertain himself away from this killing boredom instead of leaving him to dwell with it. Letting his eyes roam over the streets, he just moved his head right and left checking if one of those faces is the person he meant to meet. However, he didnt know that few moments later something going to etch insidr his memory is going to take place right now. It was the moment when he noticed one of the passers being a lady, a normal lady, just like all the other ladies in the streets. but for some unknown reason, he felt something being off, her presence pulling his attention away from any other person.

Long fluid wisps of chocolate hair that always seemed to gleam when it  captured the light just right. Large liquid blue eyes held such a serenity, trimmed by long pretty lashes, lovely eyes, yet somehow seem gentle. Florid cheeks and flawlessly syrup sweet sculpted lips was lilac soft. She was all about simplicity, holding a small bag in her hands, wearing a short cute bright flowing dress, walking like an elegant lady.

And still for today, wallaby have no idea what was it in his guts that forced him to move his legs as fast as he can to approach her before she get any further away and dissappear from sight.

"E-Excuse me miss!" She turned around, facing wallaby who was holding his flatcap in his hands, waiting for his request. He looked at her with confused eyes, of course he would be, he doesnt know why is he even talking to her from tha first place, what does his guts want from a  random person he never saw? "Yes sir?" She smiled, lipstick glowing. She had a soothing voice, atleast thats what wallaby thought, she seemed nice, that kind of woman whom hold a tiny warmth within eyes. Those eyes...just by looking at this pair he can see one of his gazes in them. That evoked something from some part of his brain, He had no memory of her, atleast thats what he thinks, cause he doesnt recall any. Perhaps its not a memory per se, but echoes that call to his intuition. He started to think he may recognize her before, maybe he did neet her at one point in his life? maybe that was the reason why his legs automatically moved to catch her? Yes, it was, he can tell. Her simple smile was unique, reminded him of a certain smile too. he could have swore he saw it a lot, but where? when? And who? He was anxious for recognition he never knew. "I..." the janitor had no absolute idea of what to say when stopping a stranger for no reason, but he tried to come with a good excuse so he doesnt seem like a fool. How about..the reason he approached her from the first place? Why he ran to her before he lost her view. "Miss did we...did we meet before somewhere?" "We did? Oh Im sorry but, I dont think i do remember..." she apologized, wallaby didnt feel sad or dissapointed because she was just a stranger to him, but his inside did. She doesnt know him too, he can now let her go away right? Nope, that answer didnt calm his guts down, his tongue isnt satisfied with it. He looked at her again. Noticing smooth Bangs obscuring the woman forhead, framing her face. what is so intresting is that.

Her bangs are just like wallaby ones.

That was a nice detail, but all wallaby wanted is to sooth those unknown feelings and go back quickly to waiting for a certain person. "Are you sure? cuz I do feel that we may had knew each other at some point. I mean come on! Our bangs are really so similiar missy!"

So how can wallaby know a lady who is 20 years older than him? Dont ask him, ask his gut. it was still impossible for him not to be held prisoner by the intuitons. but there was undeniable familiarity to her features, possibly thats what held him so captivated. she giggled slightly "I just noticed that too...even our hair color is the same shade! Staring at your eye...I feel myself looking at a mirror! So..whats your name? Maybe I can remember you then!" "Oh! My name is-"

They both stopped when they heard objects hitting the floor with a loud thud.

They both turned their heads for the source of the voice, to their right concerned. It was a man with short dark brown hair, ruddy skin, a flatcap, standing there. Frozen, arms still static in the same position he left his belongings to fall down.

Wallaby was puzzled. His father constantly welcomed any kind of guest he met with kind smiles and  words. He never gave that kind of a shocked reaction to anyone before, especially for just meeting a random lady. His child himself didnt see him that shocked before about anything. But he tried to push it off for now and get back to the subject. "Oh dad Here you are! This is m-" He was cut too when he saw the woman next to him no longer smiling, soft glowy lipstick in a frown, not being too happy to see his father. Drown in her unwanted sad moments, lowered Dull orbs of ocean blocked under the dark shadow created of her fallen bangs, her expressions faded, the molten chocolate that hung precisely on her back turning dry, cheery dress no longer dancing with the breeze. The brown haired boy doesnt understand a thing... unsettling feelings began filling him. Whats wrong? Why are they both That greetly dissapointed? What making his head spin are the unexplained transitions. Who is she? What does she have to do with his dad? He wished he could Leap straight for the answer.

Mason already felt the knife before he saw it. Looking at the girl wallaby just met in a forlorn stare. He didnt blink and in the depths of his gaze, he couldnt believe his eyes anymore. He looked into her eyes one more second to make sure this isnt the wrong person or some hallucinations haunting him.

It was his partner

Or you could say his previous partner.

His shoulders hunched together like if he was trying to disappear inside himself. Even his dark eyes seemed to be attempting to retreat inside his head.

"...Lucy...."

"...You...."

She couldnt even remember his name. Expected. Why would she do anyway? Mason can still recognize her voice, even though its been...very long years since he last heard it, or seen her face...She wasnt that girl he loved, who cared about his being, or encouraged him to do his best in achieving dreams. No, she is just an old passer from his old life. The old lucy was long gone. Lucy snutched up an eye to finally take a glance at her once spouse. Looking at each other, Both of them had changed, yet still identifiable, funny how much tricky the time is. they realised that the eyes whose were once filled with so much purpose and love was now replaced with bitterness, and maybe hate. The only thing that showed any resemblance to the man was the shell the bitter soul inhabited. His old self was gone too. Mason never left anyone, they walked away. In his life he had been the sunshine, giving warmth, light and love without reserve, Yet there came a time when the pain within overwhelmed and only tears came. Her abandonment was like a betrayal to him, a burning to his soul, a dusty hot road on which his mind and body can wither. He had lost the one he loved the most in the world, the one who had kept him stable for periods in his life time. The near loss of everyone he had loved wasnt emotionally stabling to him. Only his son wallaby stayed, refusing to leave his dear father side. It was never an exciting blank page, a fresh start, or a choice to mason, but more akin of being naked in a blizzard. Lucy guessed she should do something about this stifled silence, to break it with a move, It is her own job to find an easful air around herself, so she made it towards him with an outstretch hand and that kind of desponded face usually reserved for your dissatisfaction. But mason startled like a deer in the woods, almost toppling as he took a large step backwards, entire face glowed up with pain and anguish. He let his face fall with gravity again. stepping aside while he slunk past not looking left or right, Leaving wallaby and his own regrets behind, alone. Wallaby wasnt ok at this point, blankly staring at the path his dad toke until distance obscured, hurt was welling in his son eyes, his dad looked broken. Lucy...lucy...Where did he hear that name before? Its repeated in his head many times, mentioned there and audiable by only one voice, his father voice. He unglued his eyes from the path and returned a stare for the woman in hopes for a small claricifation. She sighted him out from the corner of her eye, unable to look at him anymore. "So you..." "Miss..I-" "dont tell me that your name is wallaby...." He got it.

He finally got it.

That woman is his mother.

His Absent mother.

His heart jolts in pain. His jaw went slack with dumbfounded, eyes resigned surprise, brain stutters for a moment and his eyes take in more light than he expected, every part of him goes on pause while his thoughts catch up. Memories started to flood in every blood vessel in his brain, all of them are his five years old self, a beautifull young woman tugging along his side, she is nobody else but his mother lucy. All those stale pictures and voices clinging to his mind at a once. He can now recall them all. It was like he was living those moments, or visualizing them. Set of warm hands he would let hold him own clapping together before holding him off the ground and spinning his small body in the air, voice cradle his mind in familiar sounds, her soothing him from losing his favorite balloon or humming her favorite song at the kitchen. He still remember their last time playing together before the next day, he saw her with suitcases in hand, vanishing through the door, never coming back. For the first while he felt lost with not a single place feeling like home. However happiness found its way back thanks to mason treasured love. Time after time her presence in his life was erased. At this moment here, where he is meeting his mother for the first time after growing up. He felt that a part of his brain Where there should be certain memories is blank space, like a soft beige wall bereft of photographs. After a wash of cold he stepped out from the shadows and highlights of sundown. blazing sun descended, burning the sky in a powerful mix of amber and blood red. The dying sunlight seeped out behind sillhouet. Lucy spun around with her heals, back already facing wallaby in neglect, ready to go far away and leave him, again, in the same day he just met her. The rhythm of her heels clicking against the hard streets floor didnt stop wallaby from uttering his words. "Why did you leave dad?..." She paused her footsteps. "Why did you leave me?.." she stayed silent. How could she answer this? "You werent worth it, wallaby." He was raked with disdain, His eyes glistened with the pain of her betrayal, leaving wallaby with no alternative but to seek a new suspect of more harm, the truth of her innocence is discovered.

"You two were just old passers in my old life. Im glad l didnt waste it in you." Nobody around was heard, just continual taps of heels heading to a straight way. Stepping on her son heart each time they connect to the ground. Her kid steadily tracking her road until she completly escaped over the horizon. His eyes allowed her reluctantly to go past that orange lane, he was unsure about how should he feel about this new memory.

As the daylight dwindled the tension in Skye grew. Mason was in a slight crowded area in a specific street, Standing there on his own, doing nothing but giving a thousand mile stare into space, somehow the noised around doesnt affect any bit of his focusing. Wallaby had found him after taking some time for searching around, reaching him to be by his side. He never even said a single "hey..." to him. Instead, they both kept walking home in a queit sunset. Mason made no attempt to speak the whole way. Apparently, his young boy had expected this, as he kept shut too, mostly cause he didnt know what to say in this situation. Heavy sighs gracing each few minuts passes from the father mouth, did his eyes shine with the terror of his memories. Empty, yet They told a story of sadness, The dark lines around them didnt help much. He didnt mean to fall in love with lucy, but he did anyway, From the very first time he talked to her, he knew there was something so true in this person that reassure him he could be the true him. If only he had enough cohesion power to describe what happened that day to his loved son wallaby, but right now This was mason burden, his kid shouldnt be sharing it with him. His steps were dragged and movements forced. While the companion was down in the dumps, an inkling of wistfulness glimmer in soft eyes dropped to the corners. He fixed his eye toward the sky, wallaby always admired sunsets. But tonight, he felt blue, curbed. Not wanting to think about anything and just get back home to rest from this long day.

At nightfall the heat of the day would evaporate along with the last sunrays. At that night wallaby closed his eyes, head pressed on a soft pillow. hoping for sleep to take him away from this thing called reality. The darkness overtook him slowly, and he fell asleep. But For the first time, Little tears falling from his face.

#brueklynn #mason wallstone #wallaby wallstone #lucy wallstone

[niel-trbl]

My Flower (Part 1)

Neighbour!Kim Donghan AU

Note: wow i finally decided to write this neighbour au after so long! this is still wip so do let me know what you think is gna happen! and im vvv soft for kim donghan

Read Part 2 here!

you finally settled in your new apartment in the city

the moment you saved up enough from your endless part-time jobs, you immediately bought the apartment you had an eye on

one partly coz of your sibling whom you’re not a fan of rooming with (i mean theyre cool and all but why cant they clean up well...)

and also coz it is alot nearer for you to go to the school you just transferred to

it has been on your bucket list for awhile and you were glad to finally be able to strike that off

since you just moved in, you decided to bake banana bread to give your new neighbours - something you’ve done plenty of times before when your family moved around

it was pretty late when you got the convenience store to get some ingredients

there wasnt anyone else in there so it was nice to shop in peace and quiet

you were browsing through the aisle, searching for vanilla essence when you saw someone familiar entered

well shit, it’s your crazy ex-boyfriend, Daniel asdahkfh sorry i cant think of anyone

he has been on your case lately, despite the fact that you guys broke up quite some time ago

he kept trying to get you back and you kept trying to avoid him

unfortunately, he spotted you and theres nowhere for you to run to

till you spotted a tol guy in the corner of your eye at the end of the aisle

you quickly ran up to him without a second thought, which shocked him abit

“please help me, my crazy ex is here and i really want to avoid him, please just do anything,” you gripped onto his hand desperately

at this point, you dont really expect the guy to do anything coz hes a stranger

so you thought of how to fake a scenario

but suddenly, he had his arm around you then leaned in close to you faints and told you to follow his lead

“________ youre here! who is this?” Daniel looked at the both of you

“her boyfriend, so stop following her around! c’mon babe,” the guy pulled you to another aisle

he still stood by you very closely even after you went to the other side

“okay he’s gone. are you okay?” he looked at you

when you made eye contact, you felt your heart bursting

this guy is hella good looking and you didnt realise it till now??

he had fluffy grey-ish hair with a random blue streak which you thought was really charming

wow his eyes, you could look into them forever

but you snapped back to reality when you realised you have been looking at him for awhile

“i-i’m fine. thanks, err,”

“Donghan,” wow this guy has a really nice name too

both of you continued walking around the store for a bit then making your way to the cashier

before both of you went on separate ways, you thanked him again (and silently wished that you’ll get to see him again soon)

the next day, you finally got round to delivering the banana bread to your neighbours after unpacking a few more of your belongings

“that’s very sweet of you! you really dont have to,” your neighbour, Mrs Kim, cooed

“oh no it’s nothing. just thought it’d be a nice way to say hello to everyone,”

“i am sorry but could you do me a favour? i need to deliver these side dishes to the boy who lives beside you but i need to get going soon. do you mind dropping them off for me?” she asked

“sure of course!”

“thank you so much! poor boy is always eating instant food so i’ll always make extra food for him,” she handed you the containers of food

you placed the containers down and pressed the door bell and waited for your next door neighbour to open up yeoreojwo yeoreojwo yeoreojwo

the door suddenly opened to reveal a tol guy ok you’re just a smol bean thats why everyone is tol to you with grey-ish messy bed hair, clearly just woke up from his deep sleep

before you could say anything, he beat you to it

“oh _______? are you the new neighbour?”

omg it’s Donghan!! ok be cool pretend you hadnt been wondering about him

“Donghan, right? wow what a small world!”

ok you didnt expect to see him again that soon but wow fate is on your side!!

“im so sorry you have to see me like this. i look a lot better than this, trust me,” he ran his fingers through his hair, laughing with his eyes curved like crescents

somehow you had a feeling that both of you would get along really well

#ive always wanted to write a neighbour au for donghan!! #fun fact i initially wanted to write hi hello based on donghan #kim donghan scenario #kim donghan scenarios #donghan scenario #donghan scenarios #jbj scenario #jbj scenarios #jbj imagine #jbj imagines #produce 101 scenario #produce 101 scenarios #kim donghan #donghan #jbj #just be joyful #produce 101 #if u made it this far i want u to know i lov kim donghan #bye

[diaryofsecrecy]

It has been the most exhausting year of my entire life and I will be surprised if I ever top it...

Brent was having a hard time adjusting to the altitude when we 1st came out here, (July 8th 2020) But as time went on he got better as expected. Then suddenly he got worse and worse, Eventually he lost the job that he got because he was calling out so often throwing up and experiencing extreme nausea.  Because of covid, the doctors were booked for weeks (new patient) so it was just kind of a waiting game until we finally decided to just go to the ER.  They did a full blood panel and decided that he needs to see a GI doctor because everything else is normal. So, That was booked 2 weeks out and he was sent home with nausea medication for one week...

Of course we were going to try to buy or rent so I was freaking out about money and working as much as I possibly could... But then I too had to go to the emergency Room because I had extreme abdominal pain resulting in an emergency appendectomy😖

The day after my surgery, I am home, when my dad comes in with my older sister.

To my knowledge, my older sister was diagnosed paranoid schizofrantic. She has been Homeless for the last 11 years,  And on drugs.  She recently was beaten so badly that she was left with several brain injuries on top of it all, And while she was healing at the hospital somehow they didn't notice her walk out.  We were just about to get her placed somewhere safe...And they lost her.

Anyhow dad walks in with my sister who I guess called him from a coffee shop when they told her that she couldn't sleep there anymore (after a month of being missing again) Dad had to go back to work so then it was me & her for the next 2 days, As you can imagine, not the rest I needed post surgery... then, I had to go back into the hospital because something wasn't right. I was there for 3 more days, 2 days alone because ben was so sick that it was worse with him being there than me sitting by myself in pain and nausea of my own.

Fast forward a few more months, tragic accidents led to 2 separate deaths of my parents dogs. Both events I happen to be present, so get blamed & am no longer welcome at mom & dads.

(Still healing from sugury, brent still very sick)

We get an apartment, and I start working as a nanny for my aunt twice a week while working at Massage Envy the other 5 days.

At this point, I am tired. I am horney, and lonely, and Absolutely. Fucking. Miserable.

I am begging ben to keep up with drs. but he has lost hope of getting better, and I have no way of helping him when I am already worn too thin.

After 9, Long, long months, he eventually, with my consistent pushing, nagging, most likely not always kind remarks, he finds out his hormones are completely off, which I knew would be the case, his dick hadnt worked for the last 3 years properly..

Anyway. He blames his addiction medication rather than continuing dr. Appointments... he gets on testosterone with an outside company(pay out of pocket kind of subscription company...rather than checking insurance, or figuring out what causes low testosterone and fixing that first). I was working and had no influence in any of those choices that effect us both as they have for at least 2 years. He hasnt touched me for so, so, long.

Month 3 of his medication that seems to be working (only reason I know is there was a ton of porn in my google history, he had declined all advances, except the rare, 3 times he allowed a blowjob then left immediately after for the gym or literally anything else rather than make it romantic at all.)

Month 4, he forgets to make a payment at all, so now we owe $250 rather than the normal $100. His meds get sent, then FedEx loses the package all together so, he is sick and I am house sitting in a dream home, alone for 2 weeks straight that originally was going to be our getaway to focus on Us.

At this point, brent and I havnt slept in the same bed for 2 months. At first cause he says I'm mean and he wants to not be near me, but now its cause hes "more comfortable out in the living room..."

A month ago when we last had a conversation about our relationship he said he wants space and a break from me all together. I'm too much.

I am the problem..?

When trying to understand what he means, he shuts down the connvo, saying he cant talk about it anymore. It's been 30 days since we have made any verbal progress. Our fighting has stopped though, and I'll tell you why...

Rewind 1 week before house sitting;

1 week after brent and I had an awful fight where he told me we should take a break, I stay at my parents & My mom offers for me to join them at a graduation party of a kid I used to babysit.

We were sitting in the back of the dining room, out of the way, when I saw someone i slightly recognized in the hallway. Not sure from where, but he was the kind of guy that you couldnt stop looking at. He was clearly into fitness, his shirt couldnt hide the muscular features he had been perfecting either, despite him dressing nothing out of the ordinary. He had beautiful ink crawling up his leg, an artform that would only mean something to someone who is more spiritually awake. But more noticable about anything was that smile.

God that smile. His face was scruffy, as if he had been away, but regardless, the smile he had influenced his entire ora. His eyes smiled, his walk... smiled. He had some kind of thing about him that was a physical draw I had never known for myself before. Dont get me wrong, i have been woo'd by many men so far in my life, from all stages in life, but This one was just, different. He was making his way around the room, & I could hear his voice over my mom who's talking beside me. I had literally been blocked out by my ever wondering thoughts of this random stranger whom felt familiar.

Then, he was there, at our table?

He was so easy to talk to, not even sure how we started now, but all I know is I was not nervous despite my very physical attraction to him.

He spoke of traveling, and adventures hes been on. This guy had a whole other life in the military at one point and now was traveling, working for a company that sends him around the US.

This guy had Hope's and dreams and somehow we got to talking about that kind of thing at a graduation party?

When I left that day, I thought about him. Not just him specifically, but men like him. Had I chosen Brent wrongfully? Does brent even like who I am anymore, what does he want going forward in his own life? How do I even fit into that? He understands my need for adventure but his actions say that he doesnt want to come along. My mind was loopy after that because for the first real time I questioned, what if there was someone who wanted to see the world,  Who liked my sad music, and my emotions being in everything I do? What if there was a women more interested in the simple home life, having a couple dogs and living a small, comfortable life? Are we doing one another a disservice by occupying oneanother's lives? How could I ever bring that up with Brent at all without making him feel so inadiquite after a year of terrible sickness and defeat?

Well, when I went to that big, gorgeous dream home the following week to house sit for 2 weeks... begging him to come see me, I grew weak from overthinking. I cried, I cried so much the first 3 days.

I cried from a place of such sadness, anger, bitterness, defeat, they were so strong. My mind was cloudy, drunk, stoned, tired.... I found myself writing a suicide letter.

My plan was to disappear, I knew I'd find a firearm in the home & allow someone to find my remains eventually in the hills where I'd walk far enough.

I prepared by cleaning the litterbox, laying out several bowls of water for the dog and cat, and watered all the plants heavily. I transfered brent all the money in my bank accounts, and as I waited for the sheets to come out of the dryer I balled my eyes out, reading the last conversations I had had with my family members. I thought to myself how the kids would take it, what different life choices they would make having been close with someone before their passing. At this point, I needed something, but I needed it from someone who doesnt know me in my life right now, but the me that was worth saving. The me I still recognized.

I called an old friend from 2nd grade. Hadnt talked to her in years and years, didnt known her life, her schedual, her name(which had been changed). But she talked me down. She saved my fucking life. It took a person who knew my soul years ago, to remind me I am not alone.

I dont blame my parents, or who I thought would be my future husband. I had talked with my aunt earlier that day and she couldnt see it either. I had become this fake shell of a person and it took considering an actual murder of myself to make me see that if I continued this path, I would die eventually and nobody in my life would ever see me preparing for it.

That night, I invited a complete stranger over and we fucked like rabbits. 4 times. He got to do things he'd never done before, and I begged him to. Sounds cold, sounds unapologetically disgusting that I'd do something like that, but quite frankly, I FUCKING needed it. I needed someone to see me, even if he didnt see my current life nor care about me as a person... he saw, touched, kissed, sucked and ate me up. For the first time in at least 2 years, i felt satisfaction when I walked him to the door and watched his car drive away.

It was like a sigh of relief, an inch I could not reach for the longest time, gone. Finally.

The following days, brent began putting in more effort. It has been 3 weeks and I'd say he has been kinder to me than he had in a while (probably the lack of testosterone) but also, I havnt seen much of him in general. From his point of view, it is all fine. Hes getting the space he needed, I'm being nicer since I quit massage Envy, and things are looking up....

But that is because he doesnt See Me.

My suisidal thoughts subsided after my long conversation with Scout. & that night I called my cousin as well, and learned he too had been in my shoes before. He said something that stuck with me.

If everyone has an expiration date on their life already, and we don't know when it is, you're to the point that you're life is so invaluable that youd kill yourself than flee your life and make one you want. Dont care about the people youd hurt, because suicide is just as careless as abandoning them all indefinitely.

He was so right, it put things into perspective, gave me a freedom I felt I was waiting to gain permission for.

Five days later, I noticed He had written me 5 before, on the day I had truly planned to end my current life..

He had written me at 12am, what would someone like him, a gorgeous, beefed out, big thinker, high energy, go getter be doing messaging me, a tired women who was 300lbs a year ago, (still working on getting to a normal size) and completely at a crossroads with existance.

I entertained the connvo a tad, and honestly forgot about it for a few days as I figured no way he could be serious.

He triple messaged me, and asked for my personal contact info to have real conversation?

Hesitantly, and wildly excited to even just flirt for a moment with someone who is literally everything I fantasize when I'm alone everynight....

Our conversation immediately took off. In directions I hadnt expected at all what so ever. He told me he had to admit he felt drawn to me, like he had known me in another life. That he doesnt expect me to get it, but I did. We talked about things that only my sister and I can relate to on a spirituality standard and it changed me in that instant. Suddenly i realize, I wasn't broken, I was just misunderstood. & that there are people in this world that See Me even when I am not trying. Not many, and it takes a specific Kind of person, but they do exist and when you meet them, you cant ignore it. It is as if they stain you with remembrance.

As the sexually hungry humans we are, not only did we find that morality, values, future goals coexist, but also our importance of intimacy. Not just lust and sex, well, yes that too, uff did those conversations get so, fucking, hot, but the interactions of intimacy and how they make a person whole.

I opened up to him about Brent, and where I am at in life, asking he please oversee my unfaithfulness, but that I am loyal at heart. He says with such pain in his voice how he too in a parallel position simultaneously, however, he married her 7 years ago.

Ugh.

So now I get to choose. Do I chose mortality, say no, brent and the other women deserve to understand the severity of sex, love and passion, and if they chose not to then we will leave before we act on our mutual attraction....? Or, do we say hell with it and give in to serendipity moments that our hearts crave so badly, take on the consequences and move forward. Sigh. If only there was a guideline for complicated.

Last night, as the 5 nights before, we talked for hours on the phone. His voice makes me smile every, damn, time. Perhaps because it's new and exciting, or maybe I just love to hear him go on his tangents of loving yourself despite the bad in life. I Want him. I want him when I wake, &when I go to sleep. I do not want a life without him& it saddens me to know our timing is incorrect. He asked her for a divorce a year ago, but has sat comfortably as I have despite the horror because weve both been too busy, too tired, too... afraid that life will always be lonely. Last night, he said to me, Elise, I love you. I avoided it several times but when he said it two more times, I couldnt keep it any longer to myself, Jackson, I really do Love you as well. It's scary, and faster than I'd ever say it to anyone. But I know it to be true because I Feel it. I want his love so badly. I want him to live life along side of me because with a person like him, I'd be a better me.

I am absolutely terrified. My life, my home, my family, dogs, my 5 year relationship, the unborn children brent and I have named, and the houses we'd have... all gone?

Running away with a man who says hes going to leave his wife is absolutely stupid. I'd be an idiot to think I am enough to get him through that fear of change, yet he gives me strength to want to try, so maybe I do, Him?

Ugh my brain being pulled in many ways. My heart having been in pieces so many times now doesnt know who to go to or why. I know for certain I love Brent, is this a self gratifying moment To push me back to him? Is this the devil bringing two lost people together to ruin four people at once?or is this Fate. Fate that has seen both of us individually loosing ourselves in a life we didnt want and has brought us together to lean on one another, temporarily not?

Suppose time will tell.

Last two days he has been working a ton, and told me that tomorrow he has something he needs to talk to me about.

I assume it isnt good. I assume it is the first put off of many, because, I know I want to do the same. Part of me says I should block him right now, because lust, and attraction, both mentally and physically like that couldnt make a women addicted and that's a no good addiction when he has a women in his house with his last name. 😔

#latenite #life #struggle #deep thinking #bad choices #misunderstood #deardiary #confessions

[tydy-the-megnet]

Hopelance Romantic

This one’s kinda long, I’m proud. Another College AU, I guess.

Prompt Eighteen: (18 Dec) Hopeless Romantic

He wanted someone with whom he could cuddle and watch movies and go on spectacular dates that start with them out in town and end with them laughing through a romcom until they fell asleep or had to go.

She had three factors for her partner: capable, synergetic, and not ugly. Romance hardly factored into it.

…

“I dunno, Hunk,” Lance McClain slumped into his chair, poking at his food, “Maybe I’m just doomed to be alone forever.”

Looking at his glum chum, who had just been rejected again, Hunk sighed patted his back. “Don’t give up, buddy. Just… Stop using those lines. I’ve told you time and again that they, uh, don’t really work for you.”

“Then how do I get–” Lance stopped, sensing frustration surfacing again. He took a breath before continuing, “How did you do it with Shay?”

Hunk blushed, “I keep telling you, we just clicked… I don’t know what to say.” He shrugged helplessly, shooting Lance an apologetic glance.

“I know, I know…” Lance slouched forward, leaning on his arms and relinquishing his spork entirely.

…

“Come on, Katie, you’ll never get a boyfriend if you isolate yourself all the time,” Matt Holt nudged his sister while setting down his tray beside hers.

Katie groaned and looked up from her lunch. “Who says I need a boyfriend, anyway?” Katie groaned, “I do just fine without one, and haven’t found anyone who seems worth it, anyway.”

“No one seems worth it because you never give them a chance!”

Katie turned on her brother with a fierce look, pointing at him with her spork, “I never give them a chance because they don’t meet my standards, Matt. I literally have only three traits I look for in a guy, it can’t be that hard.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Matt waved her off before she could start ranting, “I know… Well, I gotta get to class.”

He gave his sister a sideways hug and stood to leave.

…

“… No lines, no grandeur, just be myself and ask them out.” Lance repeated the words, as though they felt strange on his mouth.

“I have no other advice, man. Just… Give it a shot, sometime?”

Lance nodded, setting his lunch tray on the counter, “Yeah. No lines, no grandeur, just me and her… Getting to know each oth–” Lance froze.

“Hunk, beauty at three o'clock.”

Hunk glanced over to where Lance was looking. He saw a short girl enjoying lunch alone. She was wearing a white and green hoodie and seemed kind of familiar.

“Oh, I think I share a class with her… Her name’s Katie, I think?”

“Think I have a shot?”

Hunk thought the chances were slim. Katie had always seemed like the no-nonsense type: always direct, never giving slack to anyone, always had an answer in class…

But Lance’s confidence had already taken a hit, and Hunk didn’t have the heart to say he was doomed.

He hoped this worked out.

“Uh, y-yeah. Just…” Hunk clapped his best friend on the shoulder, “Be straightforward, none of your… Hyper-romance-mode stuff… And remember, just because she says ‘No’ doesn’t mean you should give up.” He tried to give a reassuring smile.

Lance beamed at him, nodding with determination. “Right! Gotcha!” He straightened his jacket before strutting over to Katie, and Hunk sighed.

…

Again Katie found her meal interrupted by a boy. But this one was completely random, a total stranger she had never seen.

Weird.

“Uh, hi. My name’s Lance.” He was alright looking, Katie decided as she shook his hand, he was average height – not too short – and had a cleaner look than some guys she had met.

“I’m Katie,” she replied, setting her spork down.

The boy – Lance – seemed to mutter to himself before continuing. Odd.

“So, uh, I’m not going to use any dumb pick-up lines, but you’re really cute and I want to date you.” An expectant look came her way. Clearly he was awaiting an answer.

Short and to the point – finally someone got it!

“What would we be doing?” She inquired. It was time to vet for information.

Lance blinked and felt himself slipping a bit, “Well, we could start with a simple walk or something… Just hang out for a bit and get to know each other,” he almost flinched, he was starting to spiral. This happened every time! But he couldn’t help it! So, he knew what he wanted in a date, big deal!

“Then when we get hungry, we go get food, I know a fun place not too far from campus that has a lot of options.” He could hear Hunk’s groan even from this distance as he prattled on.

Meanwhile, as Lance internally fretted over his own motormouth, Katie silently marveled at the boy. He really knew what he was doing. He must have put some serious thought into this.

“Then,” he continued, “I figure we could see a movie or something. I like a lot of different stuff, so whatever you wanted to see would be fine with me.”

“How about the new Star Wars?” Katie injected.

Lance’s face lit up at the idea, “Yeah! It looks really cool, and I’ve been wanting to see it! I’d love to!”

“Alright, so, what about after?” Katie couldn’t help but feel like a CEO as she leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her drink.

Lance almost stammered, “Well, you like games?”

With a raised brow, Katie queried, “What kind of games?”

“Well, I mostly have first person shooters, but my friend Hunk has some retro fighters and some co-op adventure games I could borrow.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Great!” Lance’s beaming smile returned, and Katie began to think it looked cute on him, “So… Uh, when are you free?”

“Hold on,” she held a hand, slightly amused with the bemused look that overtook his face. “Before we start dating… What do you look for in a girlfriend? What are your expectations?”

With just a simple question, one that came out of her mouth with no difficulty or awkwardness, she didn’t expect the boy’s face to explode into red like it did.

“Oh, uh, I-I dont– I mean, we don’t have to, uh,” he petered off into coughs for a moment and took a second to breathe, “I don’t, uh, do sex on the first date.”

Katie leaned toward him, “Okay, then what do you do on the first date?”

The boy blanked.

“Uh, I mean… I… Like hugs? And hand-holding… And I guess… Maybe a kiss?”

“How soon do you expect to have sex?”

Lance sucked in his lips and thought hard.

“… Uh, that… Depends…”

Katie didn’t miss a beat, “On what?”

“…. Uh… On… How much I- How much I like you, I guess?”

She hummed, “That’s fair.” She nodded, and watched Lance’s shoulders relax. He really had been tense, huh? Now she felt kind of bad…

“I apologize for being so brash about this,”

“O-oh it’s fine! I just wasn’t expecting…”

Katie chuckled, “No one ever does, but I don’t like to waste time if I can know something won’t work out…”

A few moments passed in silence before Lance asked, “So… Do you think this will, uh, work out?”

“I think it might. So, I’m free this weekend if that works?”

That beaming smile was back again. She was beginning to get attached.

“Totally! So, uh, Saturday, then?”

“Sounds good.”

“… Four?”

She nodded.

“I’ll, uh, meet you at the main courtyard?”

She smiled, “It’s a date.”

“Sweet!”

…

“So,” Hunk began carefully. Lance seemed happy enough, which boded well.

But he also couldn’t imagine Katie having said ‘yes.’

Lance didn’t let him finish, “I got a date this Saturday!”

Relief washed over the larger boy. He was glad his friend would finally have a decent shot at romance.

“Okay, man, now you gotta tell me everything.”

…

“Hello, again,” Matt said as he walked in the door of the apartment he shared with his sister, “How was the rest of your lunch without your wonderful brother there?”

“Pretty good,” came the reply from a smug smirk.

Katie’s smug smirks never boded well…

“Did… Did something happen?” He asked cautiously.

“Some guy asked me out.”

He slouched, “Did you at least hear him out this time?”

“Better.” Better? That’s interesting, did she– “I said 'yes.’”

#pidgancemonth2k17 #pidgance #plance #flirty robot #pidge gunderson #katie holt #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #matt holt #voltron legendary defender #vld #hopelance romantic #fanfiction #fanfic

[dovechim]

I fell asleep last night I'm sorry askdjalk. I'm here now! Without further ado, let me begin - Long Story Anon

Okay. It was around February last year, when my friends told me we should go out to the club, because it had been ages since we all went out together, so I agreed. The night had started like shit for me: the second I stepped out of the cab, one of my shoes broke; the strap detached from the sole and my heel was shaking trying to keep myself balanced before we even got into the damn club! I told my friends maybe I should just leave but they insisted I stayed for at least a little bit, so I did.

Luckily they let us through the door quickly so I had to hold onto one of my friends' hand so I would end up sprawled on the nasty floor as we went down the stairs. The night was pretty uneventful, we were having a great time and one moment I spot a guy in the crowd. It was the weirdest thing, I didn't know where I knew him from, or even if I knew him, but he caught my eye and he looked damn familiar so I couldn't help but stare a little bit. I told my friend "Look at that guy, he's cute" ☆2

She turned around and agreed, and we just kept dancing like nothing happened. Not too long after, I was still dancing and see this guy in question approaching me. I'm not really used to guys I find attractive being the first ones to make a move, not to mention I wasn't dressed the most according that nights. In fact I was wearing a dress down to the knee as opposed to most of the girls wearing sexy af outfits all around me. So I hesitated at first, not sure of what exactly he really wanted ☆3

He then moved rather close and my friends looked at me with wide eyes, as in 'lucky bitch' lol, and asked me to dance. I usually say no, most guys in the club in my experience are assholes and after all I was just there to have fun with my friends, but considering I had taken an interest before, I agreed. Turns out he was quite really fucking drunk lol. He wanted to make out the second I said yes and I'm not really comfortable with that so I kept moving my head away and he'd only kiss my cheek☆4

omg :-( im terribly intimidated by drunk guys!!!!!

He asked my name and I asked his, it didn't ring a bell but I asked if we knew each other and he said no. I tried to dance decently with a broken shoe and as if it wasn't hard enough, his hands on the curve of my back kept moving down, he wanted pretty stubbornly to touch my butt, which I wasn't comfortable with. I looked at my friends and asked to be saved but they just, oblivious, thumbed up and continued with their own dancing, so I told this guy to stop. I wanted to leave and he let me go ☆5

ahhhh shit ur friends tho!!!! i would have been a right mess in ur situation lmao but i totally relate to the not wearing revealing things part!! i usually dont really go to clubs but when i do the most (or least lol) i’ll wear is like a crop top and a skirt. 

He whined a bit but was respectful with my decission, still stuck around a little bit to see if I changed my mind but I didn't. He'd ask my friends "why is she so mean" and they just laughed it off. For a drunk stranger he was rather sweet honestly, in his state he even charmed my friends. Eventually he got tired and left, walking past a couple of times going to buy more drinks but we didn't interact any more that night. When the party was over I saw him again, turns out he'd gone there with ☆ 6

A guy I'd gone to high school with, but it was dawn already and my friends were tired, my foot hurt from trying to keep my shoe on despite it being broken so we just walked to a cab and he didnt even look my way as I walked by. In the cab I told my friends about the ass grabbing, which I'm not gonna lie, I liked lol but I just didn't feel like it was the right place for that and they apologized, saying they thought I really wanted to dance with him and that's why they didn't pull me out ☆ 7

I stayed at my friends' house afterwards, and didn't give this guy much thought for a while. The next weekend me and one of the friends' I'd gone with the Friday before, had a birthday party which we attended. By the time I got home I recieved an instagram request from, you guessed, ass touching guy! I had no idea how he found me, or my name or my account, but he did and I accepted. Turns out as opposed to what usally happens, he was way cuter with better lighting than he looked that night ☆ 8

He messaged me shortly after, and it's been a while so I don't really remember the details of that first conversation but he said that whole night is a blur, but someone told him he'd made out with a girl that night and he went through hell to be able to find out what my name was. Now, is it the most romantic way of meeting someone? No, but men usually don't even bother giving you a second look so the fact that he even ASKED about me was new to me. He invited me to the movies that friday ☆ 9

gahhhhh this is so cute! i would have dismissed the night bc it didnt seem to end that well, but the fact that he remembered even after he was drunk is so sweet!!! and agreed lmao meeting someone at a club isn't my ideal way to start a rs :”)

And I usually, being an extremely shy person, come up with excuses to get out of having to say yes. But he seemed really sweet so I agreed. He said he'd pick me up at home, which was again something very new, as most guys my age aren't that chivalrous lol and idk I just had a good feeling about him. I'd been single for over 20 years, virgin, never in a relationship, tbh I felt like it was about time I stepped out of my comfort zone ☆ 10

We discovered we were in the same classes in uni, majoring in the same thing! We probably crossed paths hundreds of times and didn't even notice each other (but I knew he seemed familiar!), he told me it was pretty lucky that he got to find out my name: a girl from his HS happened to be there that night, who happened to know one of the girls in my group of friends whom I hadn't gone out with in TWO YEARS, so she told this girl my name and she told him and that's how he found me ☆ 11

Never have I had such a perfect first date. We were both freezing in the movies, he tried not smoothly at all to put his arm around me to keep each other warm; he offered to pay for everything against my complaints so for dinner I ordered some coffee and fries which he found gross. It was past midnight when we left the theater so he asked if I wanted some drinks, neither of us clearly wanting to leave each other just yet, so I agreed. He took me to a magical place with fairy lights ☆ 12

A bar that had tables amongst trees in a 'backyard'. We talked about his family, about mine, about our career, about so many things I was having a hard time keeping count. I would fall for him harder with every passing second; I felt like I was in a movie! Soon, it was past three in the morning and I found myself not wanting to let go of him yet, and that never, NEVER happens to me. He was such a gentleman he put film love interests to shame... ☆ 13

He'd open every door, pull out my chair, keep a respectable distance and many other little things I'm not sure he was aware of, but were the first of many things that would make me fall in love with him so fast I wouldn't even know what hit me. I made clear at one point that we hadn't kissed that night we met, I just don't really do that at all and he apologized for his behavior, telling me he'd went out to celebrate a milestone with his friends and drank way too much ☆ 14

He usually never drinks so heavily, or even goes out partying, let alone that one place, but one of his friends knew the door man so we both went to the same club. It all seemed so perfectly designed? So many coincidences could be count for it to be, you know...a mere coincidence. In that moment, and bear with me bc I know it's lame, it felt like it was destiny that we met each other that night. He was as perfect as they come and I knew that first night I'd already lost. I was falling for him☆15

If you want me to give you some character background I'm the most skeptical little shit. Yes I enjoy love stories but I'm damn convinced love isn't real. People just feel lust for each other, but love? Nah man, that doesn't exist. Yet with only one date this guy had changed my entire mind set and I just KNEW he was going to be the end of me. But for some reason, knowing with such intensity I'd end up hurt, I decided to let myself fall hopelessly for him ☆ 16

He, and I wasnt really surprised, asked if I wanted to go to his place after we left the bar. I couldn't blame him, the sexual tension was unbearable through the whole night, and if I wasn't this unexperienced I would've said yes without hesitation. But I didn't want to ruin everything being incredibly disapointing after the 1ST DATE. Not to mention we hadn't even kissed yet. So asked if he could just take me home and he said yes. He parked in front of my house and we sat there in the dark ☆ 17

The soft music playing from the stereo, and I forgot to mention: his taste in music was flawless; yet another detail I loved him for. We were saying our goodbyes and I wanted really bad for him to lean in and kiss me, but he didn't and I didn't either. Not wanting for it to be too awkward, I just quickly kissed his cheek and stepped out of the car. I didn't even have to look to know he was disappointed. I knew I was. He waited until I got in, to know I was safe and then he drove off ☆ 18

I was walking on clouds. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. He'd been too perfect, the whole night had been perfect! But we didn't even kiss. So I went to bed, and checked my phone to realize he'd texted me the second he pulled out of the driveway. "You left too fast" He said. I squealed, we flirted, hinting at wanting to kiss the next time. THE NEXT TIME! I couldn't believe it. I had to be dreaming. That night I fell asleep the happiest I'd been in a while ☆ 19

i am so so so in love with your story up to this point but why do i feel scared??? :”( i vaguely recall that you told me your story didnt have a happy ending in one of your first asks right?? right now im just hoping i remembered wrongly and you guys are still together :-( it sounds so so so magical and i can relate to the not believing in love part!!! he seems really sweet when i would have been put off by his drunk behaviour lmao but im glad he wasn't like that!!

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[mistersourwolf]

Dear Diary - Damon x Reader

Warnings!; Death mentioned, Compulsion? I guess that is technically taking advantage, minor violence like shoving, really not that mature or crazy so i think you’re good, ily 

Word Count: 1,615

Summary: Your grandmother left a journal when she dies, when you read it you are schocked to hear about Damon salvatore, the man whom you are being set up with. How is it possible he hasn’t aged a day since 1966

A/N: So i had an idea and when i put it together it turned out being kind of sloppy but i kind of like this. It is dark, and guys keep a look out for some possible bite!kink or feeding!kink, im weird whatever but i kind of want to write that like um hot. ik ik you’re judging. haha anyways yeah i hope somehow through the sloppiness you find a way to love this. 

When my grandmother passed away, she left a journal. A journal filled with her adventures; places she had gone to, things she had seen, and people she had met along the way. I can’t say my grandmother didn’t live a full life, she did. For 73 years, she maintained a heart of gold, refusing to have a mean bone in her body. And it wasn’t always easy for her, not with him around.

Dear Diary,

May 23, 1966

   Today, I sit in a local cafe with my favorite sundress on. It’s a beautiful day outside, far too beautiful to even think of staying in. On a list of beautiful things, I spot a man sitting at the table in front of me. He won’t look away and I can already feel the blood rush to my cheeks. A leather jacket, he wears. Bold choice. For someone who looks like he doesn’t want to be noticed, he sure brings a lot of attention. Oh no, perhaps I’ve been staring for too long, he’s on his way over. That’s all for now.

“Snap out of it!”  My best friend, Elena, tugged at my arm. “Are you up for it or not?”

“They’re brothers, right?” I asked, confused about the whole situation.

“Hot brothers.” She giggled. Elena had been trying to convince me to go on a double date ever since she met Stefan. Apparently, he had a brother who was just as good looking as he was.

“Okay, well what’s his name?” I groaned, partly joking. Elena froze up, searching her mind for a name. “Elena! You want me to go on a date with this guy and not even know his name?”

“No, no I’m sorry! I think his name was D-Desmond, I dont know!” She sighed, plopping down on the closest bench.

“Don’t worry, you can make it up to me tonight.” I laughed, pulling her back up to her feet. “Come over, we can study for tomorrow’s test and order a pizza!” She laughed, showing a look of relief before we headed back to the doorms.

Dear Diary,  

May 24, 1966

  Our guy is quite the mystery. Revealing nothing more than his name, he convinced me to spend the afternoon with him. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, I had a fantastic time with him. I’m sure you’re wondering two things: What did you do and What is his name? If you must know, we went back to his place, something I’d never do. He’s a stranger and every bone in my body told me I shouldn’t go with him but his stare. It was so captivating. And since we’re friends, I guess you should know his name. He’s a Salvatore. Yes! A member of one of the founding families! Okay, fine, you know his last name might as well know his first. Afterall, the infamous Damon Salvatore should not be kept a secret.

I squeezed into a black dress before putting on my heels. It was just dinner, so I was kind of annoyed about having to get all dolled up. But Elena said to dress fancy and I would hate to dissapoint. So, here I am, curling my hair for a guy whose name I do not know. Lovely.

I came down the staircase, watching the two men who stood at the bottom along with Elena. Stefan and her latched onto each other while the other brother stood a few feet away from them, staring intently.

“You must be Y/n, I’m Stefan. Salvatore, that is.” Stefan introduced himself, extending his hand.

You smiled, taking his hand. “Salvatore? I’ve heard many things about your family. Good things of course.” Stefan flashed a winning smile before you turned to his brother.

He had jet black hair and his eyes were an icy blue, sending chills down my spine as he stared down at me. Why did this seem so familiar?

“I’m Damon, I’ve heard many things about you as well.” He lifted my hand, kissing it gently. Damon? No...it couldn’t be. Did I hear him wrong?

I laughed lightly, confused. “Damon Salvatore? No, that can’t be.”

Elena and Stefan furrowed their eyebrows but Damon only stared blankly at me, not showing the slighest concern. His eyes studied every feature of mine, making me blush deeply, not used to this kind of attention.

“Welll,” Stefan said clearing his throat. “We should get going, wouldn’t want to be late for reservations.”

Dear Diary,

May 27, 1966

  I’ve just been dropped off at my doorm by the one and only, Damon Salvatore. Tonight we had dinner which went very well. He was so polite and I love how he makes me feel. I’m constantly on the edge of my seat. At the end of the night, we danced. His arms wrapped around my waist as we talked about all the things life had to offer. And if only life could be maintaned, a promise to last forever. But even in the most magical places, eternity isn’t certain.

“I’m sorry,” I interrupted, standing up from the table. Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. “I need some air.”

Damon watched as I walked towards the resturaunt doors, clutching my purse tightly. I broke through the doors into the cold night. A breeze ran down my arms, causing goosebumps to form.

I leaned back resting my head on the wall. What the hell was going on? How could that be Damon Salvatore? He looks just as she described him, my grandmother. So young, so handsome.

“Elena sent me to check on you.” Damon came through the front doors, walking up beside me. He reached out, touching my arm. I gasped at the sensation of ice against my skin.

Dear Diary,

May 30, 1966  

   I may have been wrong about Damon. Maybe he isn’t the perfect gentleman. There is nothing more I want than to be in his arms, he’s got the best of me but I just feel so....cold around him.  I hope no one ever reads this, for what I’m about to reveal isn’t easy to process. He took a life. Right in front of me. But somehow, I was able to remain calm throughout the whole thing. It seemed as if murder came natural to him. I shouldn’t be telling you this, if anyone finds this it could stir up unnecessary trouble. I’ve seen odd things happen around Damon and I pray that you never run into him.

“Is this some kind of joke?” I pulled back from his grasp, breathing heavily.

“A joke?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I know about you, what you’ve done.”  I pushed him back slightly beggining to feel dizzy. “You’re in the diaries.” Damon stepped closer to me, wearing an angry expression.

“Diaries? What diar–” Damon began but was soon cut off by realization. “That’s impossible, they were burned.”

Anger rushed throught me as tears filled my eyes. “You! You’re the reason she’s dead!”

Damon grabbed ahold of my arms as I lunged at him, “You need to calm down, you only know one side.” I struggled to break out of his grasp as tears poured from my eyes. There was no one I loved more than my grandmother. To come face to face with the man who started it all, I couldn’t help but be full of rage. I finally gave up, collapsing against him.

Dear Diary,

June 3, 1966

    I’ve been working more hours down at the hospital. The good thing is that I never really see Damon here. The last time I wrote in this journal, I revealed Damons secret. That he had killed someone in front of me. I may have not told the full truth. No, Damon killed many and I now understand what he is. He doesn’t show any mercy, he’s selfish. He is. I now understand that my morals mean nothing next to his compulsion. How cruel does someone have to be to compel someone to keep such a dark secret, never forgetting the brutal deaths but just losing sense of control. I hate being a slave to him, but still I can’t help but be intrigued.

“You’re a murderer.” I mumbled, exhausted from all of my emotions. Damon pulled back from me, staring down at me coldly.

“You’re grandmother wasn’t in her right mind when she wrote those, you know that.” He said, wiping a tear from my face.

My grandmother spent the remainder of her life in a psychiatric hospital. She had been diagnozed with skizophrenia and forced to been hospitalized. But how could she be crazy, when Damon Salvatore who hasn’t aged a day stood in front of me.

“She didn’t know what was good for her.” I breathed, surprised by my sudden realization.

“No, she didn’t. She stuck her nose where it shouldn’t be and she got herself into trouble.” Damon said, peering down at me. He held my face up, never looking away. My knees felt wobbly as I was drawn in by every word he said.

“You should leave,” He added, coldly but his eyes told a different story. A story filled with pain and sorrow. “Leave, burn the diaries, don’t come back and forget everything you know about me.”

I was finally set free from his grasp and could only think of leaving this town. Why was I even here? A man stood in front of me, with black hair and stunning eyes. He looked confused and sad, very sad.

“I’m sorry to bother you, what’s the quickest route out of here?” I cautiously asked, not wanting to disturb the handsome man. I felt my whole body shiver as he quickly directed me out of Mystic Falls.

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