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petersasteria · 4 years

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Rumor Has It - Tom Holland (High School AU)

Pairing: Jock!Tom x Musical!Reader, BFF!Haz x Reader

This is my entry for @t-holland2080‘s writing challenge, but since I took a writing break from here, I didn't write it. The prompt was an Adele related quote and tbf, I've had this idea for about a month. So, I thought of mixing them up together. I've been re-watching Glee. Hence, the high school au and the Glee inspired stuff throughout this one shot.

Prompt: "You're so dramatic." "That's rich coming from the person who acts like everything is an Adele song."

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Part 2

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Rumors. No one liked them, but every day there seemed to be a rumor made up by someone. Rumors tear other people down in a lot of ways. The idea of lies spreading everywhere wasn't ideal for everyone, yet people seem to really believe them. No one knows who starts a new rumor and no one knows how they come up with it. Rumors are basically the outcome of a person's creativity put into terrible, terrible use.

Last week, someone spread a rumor about you getting your lips fixed even though you didn't. Whoever said it was clearly false, because you wouldn't want to put your talent at risk even though it wouldn't really affect your voice.

The rumors had different themes every week. Last week, it was all about someone getting any part of their body changed. This week, however, was all about break ups. Of course, your relationship with Tom wasn't spared by that rumor.

You were dating a popular guy. Of course they'll be rumors about you two breaking up. Only this time, it felt real.

Everyday you felt like Tom was slipping away from you and you didn't want that. You didn't want your favorite person out of your life yet. You've only been dating for a year and a half and you actually planned to have a future with him. You were sure.

You already had everything planned out. You were moving to New York to pursue your Broadway dreams and Tom would move with you. Both of you were applying for colleges there and you were so excited.

You were settling with him. The only question you asked yourself every night was: 'Is Tom settling for me too?' You weren't stupid, though. You knew you were losing him to the captain of the cheer leading squad. How cliché, right? He would always talk about her, he would talk to her, walk her to class and go as far as comparing her to you. It hurt. What hurt most was that he didn't even notice he was doing all of those things.

"So what'll you do with the whole Tom and what's-her-name thing?" Harrison asked you when you both entered the glee club's classroom. "I know this week's rumor is all about break ups and shit. I don't even know why rumors have themes but it is what it is, I guess. But anyway, I heard from Lauren who heard from Samantha who heard from Dylan who heard from Adam that Tom was leaving you for her."

You sighed and shook your head, "Let's not talk about it, okay? But I'm expecting that he'll break up with me soon. I mean, I won't be surprised because the rumors of our break up are beginning to come true."

"Just know that no matter what happens, I'm here for you." Harrison smiled as both of you took your seat. You looked at him and smiled as you took his hand in yours and squeezed it. It was your way of saying thank you.

This week's glee club assignment was to sing an Adele song and you loved it. You loved Adele. Her songs held so much angst and you live for it. Sometimes, you thought that Adele was taking over your life because some of her songs matched every situation in your life.

Out of all of Adele's songs, you didn't know what to sing. Thankfully, Tom helped you out by breaking up with you the next day over the phone.

"Tom, we had plans for New York!" You pleaded.

Tom rolled his eyes and huffed, "Those are YOUR plans! If you want to move to New York so much, then move there with your loser best friend, Harvey!"

"His name is Harrison-"

"I don't fucking care. Move there with him if you want to move there so much. I want to move to L.A. I don't fit in at New York, Y/N." Tom sighed. "We both want different things and with her, it's different in a good way. We both want the same things and I can see myself having a great future with her."

"What about me?" You asked softly.

"What about you?" Tom furrowed his eyebrows. He just wanted to end the conversation already because he was preparing to get ready for a date.

"A-At some point, " You started. "Did you ever see yourself having a great future with me?"

Tom paused for a second and thought about it. Did he? Sure, he loved you at some point and he cared about you. He didn't know when he stopped. But he knew that he still cared about you. You were his first real girlfriend.

"I, uh, honestly? Of course I did. We've been together for a year and a half and I loved you and cared about you. Please don't doubt that." Tom answered.

"Well, what does she have that I don't?" You questioned even though you wished he wouldn't answer it because it would hurt you.

"She's all the things you're not, Y/N." Tom said. "She's not too focused on her career. She's not too competitive and she doesn't sing show tunes all the fucking time."

You stayed quiet as tears streamed down your face. 'So that's what he thinks of me.' You thought to yourself.

"Look, Y/N. I'm really really sorry." Tom said through the phone as you cried your eyes out. "I loved you. I really did, but I don't love you anymore. There's someone-"

"There's someone else. I know. It's the cheer leading captain." You cried. "I get it, though. She has everything that I don't have and it makes sense how you'd go after a girl like her because both of you are perfect for each other. But just remember that there's one thing I can do that she can't."

"What's that?"

"She can't love you like I can. But you're willing to throw that away so goodbye, Thomas." You sniffed and wiped your tears away with your free hand.

"Bye, Y/N. Don't be a stra-"

You quickly hung up and cried. You hastily called Harrison and he went to your house as soon as he could with post-break up items. When he arrived, he ran straight to your room and you pulled him in for a hug.

"He's an asshole, I swear!" Harrison said as he pulled away and put the stuff he brought on your bed. You wiped your tears and looked at it, "What the hell is that?"

"It's a post-break up kit that I made." Harrison proudly said. "I know it's a little big than a usual kit but I don't know what else to call it. Inside, there's a bottle of wine, some popcorn, chips and a ton of flyers from different pizza places all stapled together for when you want to buy some pizza."

"That's so thoughtful of you." You chuckled. "What made you do this?"

"Well, my sister had her first ever heartbreak a few months back and as her older brother, it's my job to make sure she gets treated the way men should treat her. Then my cousin got heartbroken and I gave her a post-break up kit too. She told me it works." Harrison smiled. "You're my third customer, y'know. I refuse to let my favorite girl get heartbroken over some guy."

"Hey, he's not just some guy." You argued as you peeked inside the post-break up kit.

"Fine. He's not." Harrison said as he got the stapled flyers from the kit. "He may not be just some guy for you, but you're just some girl for him. I don't want my best friend to be just some girl. In fact, I don't want the girls in my life; my mum, my sister, my cousin, my niece when she grows up or who else, become just 'some girl' to some guy who can't appreciate what they have. All of you are special and you all deserve to feel special because all of you are amazing." He looked at you as you sat down on your bed. He sat next to you.

"I'm sorry if it sounded harsh, but you deserve the truth and the truth always hurts. I'm just keeping it real with you." He added.

You sighed, "I just- I miss being his, y'know? I miss being his girl, his everything and all that."

Harrison scoffed and shook his head, "In case you didn't know, you haven't been his girl ever since he started looking at what's-her-name's way. You haven't been his girl ever since he didn't walk you home. You haven't been his girl when he didn't pick you up after glee club meetings and you haven't been his girl when when started comparing her to you."

"You deserve better than that, Y/N. I know it's not my place to say anything at all, but you should've left him when he started slipping away because that's when it usually starts." Harrison said and suddenly the wall started to look interesting to him. "They start slipping away but you stay because you believe that they'll come to their senses and come back. But they don't. Then you blame yourself for not being good enough when they leave you. It's always like that. So, if you ever feel like someone's slipping away from you, just leave and make your life easier."

"I don't know what to say except you're right." You nodded. "Also, you're so dramatic." You chuckled as you looked at each other.

Harrison playfully rolled his eyes and smiled, "That's rich coming from the person who acts like everything is an Adele song."

"Speaking of Adele, I know what to sing for the glee club assignment." You said as you took out the bottle of wine from the kit Harrison gave you.

"And what song would that be?" Harrison asked.

"Someone Like You." You said as you stood up and walked out of your room to get two glasses for your wine.

When you left, Harrison said to himself, "Huh. Queen shit right there. I love that fucking song. Now, I don't know what to fucking sing for the assignment."

You came back in the room and Harrison said, "I'll order us pizza."

"Okay. Thanks." You smiled.

When Monday came, it was hard to look at Tom because he was with that girl he left you for. Lucky for you, Harrison was there and never left your side. When the time for glee club came, you told your teacher that you were ready to sing your song.

"I heard that you settled down, that you found a girl and you're married now." You sang beautifully and everyone was in awe. Especially Harrison. It was at that moment that he knew he liked you and that he'll do anything for you.

"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead." You ended the song and smiled as everyone clapped. You went back to your seat next to Harrison and he smiled at you.

"You were great." Harrison grinned. "I think you'll do just fine without Tom."

You smiled at him and didn't say anything. Eventually, he was right. You were able to move on from Tom after two weeks of moping around for him. You realized you didn't want to waste your time in moping around for some guy who left you for someone else. Great stars became great stars when they were single.

Rumors. Rumors spread everywhere and they spread all the time. This week's theme of rumors were about new couples. Of course, Tom and that other girl were being talked about. They were the new 'it couple'. Rumors about you and Harrison dating were being surfaced. Of course, you didn't confirm nor deny them. No one should really care whether you two were together or not.

The truth was, you only went out on a couple of dates which you both enjoyed. You and Harrison weren't official yet, though. You were taking it slow.

On the flip side, Tom was bothered that you seemed to have forgotten all about him. He thought you would beg for him and he was kind of hurt that you didn't beg for him. It hurt his ego.

So when you were alone one day, Tom approached you when he saw you putting your things in your locker. "Hey Y/N." Tom smiled at you.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow at him. It was weird that he spoke to you at all after the break up. He was the one who broke up with you over the phone and it confused you that he was talking to you. "Um, what do you want?" You asked.

"Ouch. Is that how you talk to the love of your life?" Tom put a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.

You rolled your eyes and closed your locker as you clutched your book tighter, "You haven't been the love of my life for, like, two weeks now. Get over yourself, Holland. If you're to ask help in studying, I won't help you. That's what your girlfriend is for. You told me that she's all the things I'm not. So, I assume that she's smarter than me."

Tom was about to talk when Harrison interrupted and looked between you and Tom, "What's going on here?"

You've never been more relieved in your life. You smiled at Harrison and shook your head, "Nothing important."

Harrison nodded and turned to you, "C'mon! I promised I'd take you out for lunch today."

You grinned, "Oh, right!"

"You'd love the place, I swear!" He offered his hand to you and you happily grabbed it.

"Bye, Thomas." You smiled politely before Harrison dragged you out of school. You laughed causing Harrison to laugh too.

Tom watched both of you leave the school premises and frowned. You've never rejected him before. He kind of always expected you to choose him all the time above all circumstances and he was surprised that you didn't. What did Harrison have that he didn't? He knew it was kind of silly to react this way, but he wasn't used to it. Right now, he hated Harrison for changing you. He never really had a problem with Harrison before, but right now Harrison was his enemy because he stole you away from him.

Tom had been acting weird around you lately and you wanted to file a restraining order, but Harrison said it was too much. At this point, you've been going out on dates with Harrison two months now. Both of you wanted to make it official, but both of you didn't know that.

"I'm sorry I can't attend glee club today and walk you home." Harrison said guiltily. You shook your head and said, "Haz, it's alright. Your family is important and tell Charlotte I said good luck."

Harrison smiled, "I will. Don't enjoy glee club too much without me."

"Trust me when I tell you that I won't enjoy it all without you. You make my glee club experience easier and more fun." You looked at him and tucked your hair behind your ear.

Harrison laughed and shook his head, "Oh, I could just kiss you right now!"

Your jaw dropped and his eyes widened in realization. You looked at each other and he spoke up, "Uh, forget I said anything."

"Did you mean it?" You asked. Harrison sighed and nodded. You smiled and said, "Kiss me, then."

"But I thought we were taking it slow? I don't want to force you in any-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Haz! We've been going on dates for two months now. I think it's time we make it official." You chuckled. "So if you want to kiss me so bad, go ahead, Osterfield. I dare you."

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Fuck yeah!”

He smirked and leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips. You kissed back and smiled through the kiss. Both of you pulled away and blushed.

"Okay, Charlotte will kill me if I'm late to watch her performance. I'll text you, okay?" Harrison held your hand and placed a kiss on it. "See you tomorrow!"

"Okay. Tell me all about it." You grinned as you watched him leave the school. You turned around to walk to the glee club's room and bumped into Tom.

"Where's your best friend? I don't see him around." Tom said as he put his hands in his pockets.

"My BOYFRIEND just left. He had to leave to watch his sister's performance at school." You told him and went around him to leave. Tom grabbed your wrist and you sighed, "What now, Thomas? Isn't Madison going to be jealous or something? I really don't have time for drama in my life."

"Leave Harrison. I want to be with you again." Tom blurted out and you laughed, "Sure, you do. Bye now." He let go of your wrist and you walked away and went to glee club.

It's been three days since that encounter with Tom and Harrison wasn't pleased with what happened. You assured him that you wouldn't leave him for Tom no matter what happens. You and Harrison have been rehearsing non-stop for sectionals with the rest of your glee club and today's the day that you'll perform.

All of you were backstage getting ready and Tom made his way to you. He huffed and he saw you kissing Harrison so he cleared his throat causing both of you to pull away. Harrison glared at Tom, but he didn't want to start a fight. He was better than that.

Harrison pecked your lips and said, "I'll check with Mike, okay?"

You smiled and nodded. He left and you looked at Tom with your arms crossed, "What're you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you perform. It's a big crowd out there." Tom chuckled as he handed you a bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."

You took them and set it on the vanity, "Thanks. You never came to any of my performances so why are you really here?"

"I came to watch you perform. I realized that I haven't really been supportive of you when we were dating and I wanted that to change. And if you liked New York so much, I'm willing to do long distance and I could visit you whenever I can." Tom explained.

"It's too late for that, don't you think?" You laughed. "Besides, we don't match. L.A. screams your name and New York screams mine. New York also screams Harrison's name and we already agreed that we'd move there together. You have Madison now and you're the one who broke up with me, Tom. Not the other way around."

"I know, but I'm leaving her for you. I'm planning to." Tom said.

"What the hell is your goal here? You came all this way to tell me this?" You asked. You were annoyed and kind of pissed. You just wanted to perform now, but the fifteen minute intermission was taking too long to end.

He shrugged, "Well, yeah. I know that once you leave him for me, you'll be all over me and we could be happy again. Then maybe I could convince you to move to L.A. instead of New York. Broadway is dead, anyway. You could audition for tv or movie roles and-"

"No, Tom!" You hissed. "Broadway is my calling. I've been preparing my whole life for Broadway and you can't take that away from me. If you want to move to L.A., that's on you. Don't drag me into it and I won't leave him for you. If leaving your partner for someone else is your cup of tea, then leave me out of it. I can't do that to Harrison. He's amazing and we're moving to New York together and that’s final."

"Show time, everyone!" a voice called out. You looked at Tom and said, "You're welcome to stay and watch, but don't bother me and Haz anymore. You don't get to do that after you've made up your mind on leaving me for Madison."

You walked to your glee club members and put on a smile. You refuse to let Tom's presence distract you. After all, you were performing with Harrison and you were finally getting the solo you deserved. It was your time to shine indeed. Nothing can ruin it for you.

Tom left and went back to his seat. As soon as he sat down, a familiar tune started to play and your clear and beautiful voice was heard in the whole venue. Tom was glad that his seat was on the third row from the stage and he was able to watch you properly. This was his first time seeing you perform and he wanted to make the most of it.

"Times have changed and we've often rewound the clock. Since the Puritans got a shock when they landed on Plymouth Rock." You sang as you stood on the center of the stage with your other glee club members still standing on the side of the stage, waiting for their cue to enter.

"If today," Your eyes met Tom and he gave you a smile and a small thumbs up. You stayed in character, though and paid no mind to him which he didn't take personally. The rest of the club marched on stage and went to their positions.

"Any shock they should try to stem 'stead of landing on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock would land on them." You pointed at the audience with a smile.

You glanced at Harrison and you both shared a small smile before you looked back at the audience for all of you to sing, "In olden days, a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking, but now, God knows... Anything goes!"

"Good authors, too, who once knew better words, now only use four letter words writing prose... Anything goes!" You sang and dance with Harrison as your partner, of course. As part of the choreography, you slightly pushed Harrison away and pointed at him, "Anything you can be, I can be greater. Sooner or later, I'm greater than you."

You stood at the side as everyone sang the "no, you're not" part while you sang the "yes, I am" part of the song. All of you danced beautifully when the instrumental part of the song came and everyone clapped and cheered. You were preparing yourself for the high note as everyone sang the ensemble part.

"I can hold any note longer than you." You sang as you walked to the center of the stage while everyone still danced behind you.

"No, you can't."

"Yes, I can. Yes, I..." You sang and held the note. You've been practicing it for weeks and you were glad that you pulled it off really well. Your voice was loud, clear, and powerful and it overpowered your fellow glee club members' voices.

You took a deep breath for the climax of the song, "Yes, I can!"

Tom was the first one to stand up and cheer as soon as the song ended. The rest of the audience followed. All of them sat down when all the girls left the stage for the boys to do their performance. You sneakily kissed Harrison on the cheek for good luck and Tom saw it and he was admittedly jealous. He couldn't believe that he thought leaving you for Madison was a good idea.

He wanted to leave then and there, but he wanted to see what you saw in Harrison that made you choose him. The music began and Tom sat comfortably on his seat.

"Boy, boy, crazy boy, Get cool, boy! Got a rocket in your pocket. Keep coolly cool, boy!" Harrison sang as he moved around on stage with the rest of the boys just standing behind him like they rehearsed.

"Don't get hot, 'Cause man, you got some high times ahead. Take it slow and Daddy-O," Harrison looked at Tom and continued, "You can live it up and die in bed!"

Tom glared at him as Harrison continued to sing and dance with the rest of the boys. "That bastard, I swear." Tom mumbled under his breath.

Harrison finished the song with a cool pose. Everyone clapped as Tom rolled his eyes. All the boys ran off the to the side of the stage.

"Good luck." Harrison whispered in your ear before you went out there. All of you girls went on stage to sing 'It's All Over' from Dream Girls. You didn't have the main solo for this one, but you still had a solo. You were singing Beyonce's lines and you were excited. Besides, this was your time to put your acting skills into use.

Mercedes, your main soloist for this song, was doing so well and you were really glad that she got the solo she deserved.

"She ain't better than anybody. She ain't nothing but common!" She sang. You got into character and walked towards her, "Now, who you callin' common you self-indulgent, self-absorbed and unprofessional?"

"You! I'm calling you, I'm calling you, the common piece is knocking off!" Mercedes sang with a raised eyebrow and walked past you. You turned around and walked after her, "Now you listen to me, Miss Blame-It-On-The-World; see I put up with you for much too long."

"I have put up with your bitchin'." You pushed her.

"I've put up with your naggin'." You pushed her again. "And all your screamin' too!"

After a few more lines, it was your solo again, "She had nothing to do with this change. It was you! It was you always thinking of you. Always thinking of you!"

When the song ended, the boys joined the rest of you as all of you formed one straight line on stage with you and Harrison in the middle which annoyed Tom so much, but he didn't react.

You and Harrison looked at each other before looking at the audience. Both of you started the song without music, "Do you hear the people sing lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of the people who are climbing to the light. For the wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise."

The music started and the rest joined in for the next lines. When all of you harmonized together, you could've sworn you saw someone crying on the first row.

"Tomorrow comes!" You all sang and it gave the audience goosebumps.

When your group was announced as the champion, you were really happy. Tom cheered too. He now understood why you loved glee club. He saw your passion for performing and you were right; New York was screaming your name. Broadway really was for you. He could picture you in two different places, on stage and in his arms. It was cheesy and probably corny, but it was true.

Today was the day you and Harrison were moving to New York and you were excited. Both of you got accepted into NYADA and you already bought an apartment together using both of your savings and with some additional help from both of your parents.

Tom knew you were leaving today that’s why he rushed to the airport to catch up with you. He looked around and saw you hugging your parents goodbye with Harrison next to you. He smiled to himself when he was able to get to you on time.

“Y/N!” Tom called out as he ran towards you.

You pulled away from your mom and furrowed your eyebrows when you saw Tom. Harrison wasn’t pleased to see him at all and you were tired of seeing Tom after he tried to get you back multiple times since sectionals.

“Tom, what’re you doing here? I’m leaving.” You frowned at him.

Harrison looked at your parents and his parents and said, “Um, let’s leave them to talk.” He gave you a small smile before walking away with your families. You sighed and crossed your arms as you stared at Tom.

“I know you’re leaving that’s why I’m here.” Tom said. “I wanted to tell you that I won’t stop until I get you back.”

“Tom, I’m with Harrison and I love him too much to leave him. We’ve already planned our future together and you’ll have that too, Tom. Just not with me.” You told him.

“Then I’ll move to New York too and- and I’ll look for jobs there and I’ll study there too. I just- I really, really want to be with you again.” Tom begged. “What do you want me to do?”

“Why are you doing this, anyway? You’ve been like this ever since Harrison and I started going out. What’s your deal?!” You said angrily. “Okay so, what if we got back together again and the same thing happens? I don’t want to go through that, Thomas.”

“It won’t happen again, I swear!”

“How do I know that? Because you said so?! Geez, how fucking assuring!” You scoffed.

“I thought I was the only one you loved. How come you love Harrison all of a sudden?” Tom said sadly.

You rubbed your face and sighed, “You’ll always have a special place in my heart, Tom Holland. Trust me. Maybe someday, we can be friends but not now; not when you’re fucking insane. You’re my first love, yes. First loves never really go away, but we do move on from them. I’d really want us to be friends, I really do. I want you and Haz to be friends too, but you’re making it difficult.”

Suddenly, it was announced that your flight was already boarding. You looked at Tom and held both of you hands, “On behalf of me and Harrison, I forgive you for all the times you tried to sabotage our relationship. If only you used all that energy in trying to be friends with me and Haz, then none of this wouldn’t happen and maybe I’d visit you in L.A.”

You pulled him in for a hug and Tom immediately hugged back tighter, “I’ll miss you, Y/N. I really will. I especially missed you when you weren’t with me.”

You lightly chuckled and pulled away, “No matter how much you claim to miss me, you can’t keep coming back to me whenever it’s convenient for you. Goodbye, Tom.”

Harrison walked towards both of you and he nodded at Tom, acknowledging his presence. You waved to your family before leaving with Harrison. Tom looked around and called out, “Hey Y/N!”

You looked at him and waited for him to say something.

“Don’t be a stranger!” Tom shouted and waved goodbye. You smiled at him and waved back. “I won’t!” You shouted back before you and Harrison boarded the plane.

“So, what did he say?” Harrison asked.

“We just said goodbye.” You responded. Harrison pursed his lips and nodded.

“Hey,” You grabbed Harrison’s hand and he looked at you. “I love you.”

He smiled, “I love you too. New York, here we come!”

You giggled as you went to your respective seats. You couldn’t wait to spend your time in New York with Harrison. Your dreams were finally coming true... with the right guy this time.

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Summary of my first term of my Ph.D. at Stanford during a global pandemic and an extremely controversial election year (Anthropology, yr. 1, she/they, 25y/o) with some toggl data analysis

Well this year was a doozy if I don’t say so myself. But we survived it, and its okay if that’s all you were able to do this year because that’s enough. As an offical 18th grader, I feel like I can speak pretty well to the toxicity of the academic environment. There is always a pressure to be working all of the time, people compete with each other with how few hours of sleep they got, every conversation with fellow students is just listing off all of the different assignemnts you have to do by the end of the week. On top of all of this, this is 2020. So, I decided that this year I’m going to give myself some mental slack.

I decided that this is the year that I’m not going to try to impress anyone. I’m just going to survive and do what I have to do to move onto the next term. I think I did a pretty good job at that for the first term, so I’ll share a bit about what I observed in myself and those in my cohort. Coming into term one having to choose classes, many of my peers were packing their schedules full of 5 Unit seminars. For those who don’t know, theoretically, a 5 Unit course is supposed to take about 5-6 hours of work outside of class hours. For Stanford Anthropology, most PhD students take as close as they can to 18 credits, and anything over that you have to pay extra for the courses. Taking more courses doesn’t really put you any further ahead in terms of completing your degree, and you’re expected to complete about 45 Units each year for the first two years of the program.

I decided to take 2 seminars (typical), a language course, and a couple filler credits that we are given the option to use if we need 1-3 units to hit 18 total. I, fortunately, tracked every hour spent outside of the classroom working on each course using toggl (i highly reccomend):

In a typical week, I spent about 5-6 hours/week outside of class on my Anthro seminars, and about 6-7 hours on Japanese. Japanese was a “for-fun” class so I would usually study more of that when I didn’t feel like reading dense archaeological theory.

Toggl was a really cool way to see where I was spending too much, or not enough, time on my classwork. If it was taking me more than 1.5 hours to get through a single article, I knew I was probably spending too much time on it and should move on to the next thing. My goal for the term was to stay true to the 5 Unit idea of 5-6 hours, and not over-work myself.

Toggl was also useful in tracking my mental health throughout the term, as it is very obvious to see when I just was not physically capable of ingesting 400 pages of reading. For example, election week:

Election week was really hard for me, and everyone else in the world honestly. I had various family things I was dealing with, typical existential dread, plus it was week 8-ish of the term when everything was already on fire in terms of workload. For one of my seminars (purple), we had to read a book for the following week which I was able to do the sundar after election day. However, for the days leading up to and surrounding the 4th, the only thing I could mentally handle was mindless Japanese vocab studying. One of my seminars really sufferend this week, and I straight up just didnt show up to the smaller Anth 310G class because I had only read the title of the pdf. Fortunately, I emailed my professor of my Theory class and was like “yo dude I cannot” and he replied that he understood and wouldnt call on me during that day of class.

I didn’t do a whole lot of journalling at all this term, but for this week I just wrote “pain” on most days and then YAY BIDEN at the end of it.

Weekly Schedule

Above is what a typical week looked like, some were a lot lot lot more dense, others not so much, but this was pretty average. Not all things on the calendar are work related, some are extra lectures from visiting professors that sounded interesting, or “Free Boba & Snacks Pick Up” put on by my residence. Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday were my big work days last term, where I didn’t have a whole lot of classes so I would do most of my reading then. On Tues and Thurs I had one 3-hour seminar, and M-F I had a 50 min Japanese class.

I woke up every day around 7am-ish, made a green tea, and sat at the computer to work, filter through emails, etc. On particularily open days I would go grocery shopping, go for bike rides/walks around campus, go buy food/boba.

On class-heavy days, I wouldn’t leave my computer for 8-12 hours, which is extremely ridiculous but that’s the new norm in school in 2020. This kind of stunk because all of the socializing was also on the computer, so even if I wasn’t working I was doing screen related things.

EVERY day I stopped working at 6pm. Rarely did I do readings past 6pm unless I was really slacking somewhere. From 6pm onwards I would do things like play Among Us or League of Legends with my discord friends, eat, watch movies with my partner, etc. And then most nights I would try to be in bed by 12am at the latest.

Social Life

Despite the online nature of things this term, I was suprisingly able to meet a lot of great people on campus. We were all being tested at least once a week, which made in person gatherings with 1-4 people a little less scary, especially when half of the people lived together in one household.

In the first week of school, some of the grad programs put on a “speed friending” zoom event, where I was able to connect with two people really well. We ended up doing a “slow-friending” zoom event afterwards and then created a FB group chat and added all of the people we had met into it. The group ended up being about 15 people, and we would message the group for park hangouts, going to get food, or going on walks on campus. We also had a huge get together in a park for Mid-Autumn Festival, where we sat in a socially distanced circle, chatted, and ate mooncakes.

Most of my socializing came from my online friends, and amongus was a huge savior to my mental health this term wher emy group would play literally every night. I also made a really good friend off of Bumble BFF this term, who I’ve hung out with a good amount for plant shopping and board games.

I’m very fortunate to be in a situation where I can get tested for COVID on a days notice, and very grateful that I could use that to stay a little sane. My Biggest Accomplishment this term, was not school related. but instead I hit my 365 DAY STREAK on duolingo. This was celebrated with cake. This streak has lived through literal hell and for that I am very proud.

Overall reflection:

This term was super rough, there were a lot of days where I just napped through it and a lot of days where I couldn’t bring myself to do any work. However, I think the courseload that I took was very manageable and I’m going to continue to go light on myself in that regard.

I really liked the boundaries that I set for myself this term, not working after 6pm and making time to do some fun things in the midst of chaos. I never felt like I was too far behind on work, or that I wasn’t doing enough, because I had a literal reminder in front of me that I had already put x amount of hours into something with toggl.

Sometimes in class I would feel like I didn’t know how to productively contribute to conversation, but I think thats a skill that will get better over time and not being so great at it should especially be expected in the first term of a program.

Socially I met a lot of wonderful people who also made me feel more comfortable will myself. I started using She/They pronouns which feel really comforting to me. I made a lot of little origami cranes every time I was feeling sad. I drank a lot of boba. Watched a lot of She Ra. Played a lot of games. It all ended up being okay despite the weight of everything around me.

I’m proud of all of you for making it through this year, I know it was really difficult for a lot of people in more ways than it was for me, but we’re still here! Sometimes all you can do it make it to the next day and thats such a big accomplishment on its own. Please feel free to reach out with any questions about time-management, toggl, phd stuff in general, archaeology, etc! Always happy to help out. :’) Thanks for reading! Lyss

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inslo · 2 years

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A few updates. Some good some bad.

I’ve been continuing with therapy. I’m not sure it’s been helpful or not yet, but the schedule was also thrown off by a dentist appointment that got rescheduled due to short staffing and my hygienist being in leave. My last appointment (this week), the therapist was struggling to understand why I need therapy. He suggested that I felt that on Christmas I’m standing outside in the freezing cold looking in on my family and friends having a warm Christmas celebration without me. I said, “Yes, that is almost exactly I how I feel. Except it’s not my family it’s other peoples families.” I then went on to describe that I need to go in for a Colonoscopy soon and they recommend someone stay with you for 24-hours after the test and that you get a ride to and from the health clinic. My dad won’t be available so I don’t know who will stay with me. I’m sure I can beg someone to give me a ride to or from the health clinic, but who will stay with me? I’m sure I’ll figure it out, but it’s a real struggle that would be so much easier if I had some sort of a significant other. The therapist then asked, “Do you feel forgotten about?” I replied, “Yes.” Then he immediately asked, “You want to be cared for?” I said, “Yes. Not in the sense of having someone dress and bathe me, but yes.” ….and that is where that appointment left off.

With It’s Just Lunch (IJL)…I had my worst date ever two Monday’s ago with ‘Mary’. I’ve had some really bad dates, but this one is definitely near the top. I didn’t like my date within two minutes of meeting her at the IJL per-arranged restaurant. The moment she sat down, she said she thought the restaurant was too crowded, didn’t feel safe from COVID and wanted to go find someplace to eat outside (in 50’F weather). I had worn only a light long sleeve shirt and light sport coat…just enough to survive a trip back and forth from my truck, but no warm coat and no warm hat. So I told her that I wasn’t prepared for outdoor dining. She then complained that IJL is refusing to set her up on outside dinner dates and they told her that she could ask to do outdoor dining when we meet. So she said, (and I quote), “Well, I guess if I get COVID and spread it to my children, oh well.”. Nearly immediately after that conversation we talked about where we lived, she then complained that we live too far apart, about a 30-minute drive and that she kept asking IJL to match her with people closer. Ok, valid complaint, but when I’ve felt that I never said it to my dates face. ….THEN things started getting really interesting. I had told her that my brother and sister-in-law tried foster/adoption and were placed with a 15-year old boy from the inner city. Mary interrupted and said (and I quote) “Inner City. That’s ‘code’ for black”. I said, “Um, I’ve never heard that before…and this boy was actually from [street names] the worst area of the city.” She asked if I met the boy and what I thought of him to which I said, “He was very nice, I wish they would not have given up on him so easy.” Then a while later I was trying to explain to her why my brother didn’t like where he lived [big city suburb] and where I used to live and she rudely interrupted me saying “I think people are moving out of [big city suburb] because the blacks are moving in.” By this point I was getting very frustrated with Mary and blasted out that the reason I moved out of that area “had nothing to do with colored people.” Her mouth dropped to the floor because she couldn’t believe I said the phrase ‘colored people’. She then walked out without even saying goodbye. Well frankly, I didn’t say that phrase intentionally, I was so frustrated with her, it was more the order that the words came out. I had to call my East Indian BFF (who is frankly a far more darker skin color than Mary who is Hispanic) to help digest what had just had happened. She said she would not have been offended by my word order, but while that phrase is not considered derogatory like the ‘N’ word, it is ‘preferred’ to say ‘People of Color’. Little did I know that order of words mattered so much. But thankfully I avoided any further dates with someone so inconsiderate, deranged, and judgmental. (The actual reason I moved out of the area…frankly the ‘people of color’ that lived in my old neighborhood were nicer and better behaved than the white people. I knew a lot of very inconsiderate white people there who were dealing drugs from their home, spending hours every evening tuning the exhaust on their Harley’s, speeding up and down a 25mph non-thru street at 55+mph, leaving their barking dogs out all night long and so on. That, taxes and house/property size had the most to do with me leaving. )

On another matter, immediately after the last date IJL set me up on (described above) I put IJL on hold for now for, for the reason that I’ve been spending time with ‘Madeline’. She is half Thai and lived in Thailand for the first few years of her life. (She is also much darker in skin color than Mary). Unfortunately, I have concerns with her being a flight risk like my last girlfriend, but so far they don’t seem as strong as hers did up front. (She has recently been applying for jobs on the east coast and in Alaska, but also applying to grad school at local colleges.) But I want to see where it goes. I met her at a Meetup.com event, not through IJL.

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oimoi-op · 3 years

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when were you diagnosed with t1d?

Ok, so storytime! Short answer is, as of today, barely over two months ago.

(Very long post warning y’all, contains hospital mention and extensive, possibly upsetting descriptions of health conditions, specifically DKA)

My family doesn’t really have a history of T1D or even T2D, though my second-cousin-once-removed has had T1D for over a decade now. So, there was never any reason for me to try and get tests done for it. The only sign I really had up until last semester was two copies of a variant of an HLA gene that I knew about from a 23andMe report (which, according to the report, put me at a higher risk for celiac’s and nothing else), but of course at that time I had no idea that that could mean anything serious; after all, that sort of thing only happens to other people, right?

My college started in-person classes in the latter half of August. By October, I started feeling tired, having a lack of appetite, and needing water very, very badly. I actually went to my school’s clinic, and my erratic heartbeat prompted the doctor to recommend me for a Covid-19 test. My school’s protocols meant that I had to quarantine at my home (since I live within two hours of campus) until I got a negative test result. At home, I was drinking water all the time and sleeping constantly, and my parents had commented on how I’d been losing weight. I thought these were all good things. I had been slightly overweight at my high school graduation, and I’d always heard that drinking a lot of water is good for you, so I thought I was actually in excellent health even if I kind of felt like shit most of the time.

Well. Uh. I was wrong.

When finals came around in mid-November, I was just fucking tired. I’d get a decent eight hours of sleep and still have to take naps during the day. Hell, I was even late for work because I slept through one of my nap alarms. Studying was a pain in the ass. Attending classes was a pain in the ass. Staying awake for Zoom classes was a pain in the ass. I was waking up at 5 am to go to the bathroom, and then I would drink the rest of my water, refill it, drink half of it again, and then go back to sleep. Finally, November 20th rolled around, and I got to leave campus. It was my birthday (yeah I am a Scorpio and that weirds all of my friends out lol), and my parents took me to Fusion. And I just...couldn’t eat at all? I love hibachi, but I couldn’t even eat half of my food. The chef even got me a delicious banana split that I had to basically bully my younger sister into eating with me.

For the next week, I was sleeping about 18 hours a day. I didn’t think this was weird because I’d just had finals so yeah, it makes sense that I would be tired after exams and whatnot. I went shopping with my mom, sister, and sister’s bff. We were only out for a few hours, but I was fucking wiped out y’all, like in pain. Thanksgiving arrived, and again, I love food, I love eating, but I was not hungry in the slightest. I basically had to force myself to eat some of my favorite holiday foods just so I wouldn’t offend my mom, and then I didn’t eat for the day.

The very next morning, I was puking my guts out.

This started a pattern for the next few days: I would eat chicken noodle soup or some other food, sleep like the dead, and throw up every morning and every night. I started chugging large bottles of Gatorade constantly (which, if you know about diabetes and its health complications, did not help my situation in the slightest). I started breathing erratically after very little exertion. Like, I’m talking standing up and stretching brought about heavy, labored breathing. I weighed myself on my parents’ scale, and I was under 130 lbs. Now, for some people this might seem like a lot, but due to my height and build I could fucking see some of my ribs. That was when I started to realize that something was very, very wrong, but “losing weight is good” and I didn’t want my parents to laugh at me for voicing concerns (though, for all their faults, in hindsight, I doubt they would’ve). Yeah. Don’t do that, folks, that’s not a good mindset to have.

On Sunday, my mom took me to town to get tested for Covid. This was despite me saying that I didn’t have symptoms (which I knew very well due to some of my friends catching it at school). Rapid test came back negative, so I did a culture test. Hell, while I was sitting in the damn chair, I was about to pass out. I asked for a nausea pill but my mouth was too dry for it to dissolve. I got a cup of water, downed it all, and felt like my throat was on fire. For the rest of the day I felt so, so awful. At some point I was walking toward my bed in my room and I fucking fell. I’m fucking lucky there was carpet.

Regarding the rest of that night, things start to get blurry, for the lack of a better term. I legitimately cannot recall everything that happened that night or the following two days, so I will just try to explain it in the way I remember it best.

Around...midnight or one??? I was on fucking fire, so I went to my bathroom and decided to lie on the floor. The floor was hardwood and not at all cold, and it wasn’t fucking comfortable even in that state, but I was just in so much pain I didn’t even care. My mom must’ve heard because she found me there and asked me what I was doing. I said something about the floor. She asked me to go back to bed, but I must’ve scared her because she asked me if I wanted her to lie in the bed with me. I don’t remember what I said to her, but we were in the bed and she was trying to hug me, but she was too warm and so I told her to stop. I kept feeling this burning just below my chest, like there was acid in me (which I guess wasn’t too far off), so I would randomly sit up to try and alleviate the pain and not cry. I remember asking my mom to take me to the hospital in the morning.

My mom put me in the truck (I think around 5 am is what she told me). I remembered hearing my dad. I was lying down. Then I was awake, but I was on the floor. I thought this was wrong so I tried to tell my mom that but I guess I couldn’t talk. Then I was in a hospital bed, the ER I assume. My mom gave me some water with a sponge, and I was just so fucking thirsty. Then I was in the ICU hooked up to a bunch of machines. I didn’t know what was going on, but my mom kept giving me water with that sponge. That is all I remember from Monday.

I remember a little bit more from Tuesday. My mom said something about diabetes, but that didn’t make any sense to me because I wasn’t “fat” and I’d been losing weight, even! What had I done to get diabetes? I was thirsty and tired, so I slept a lot. At some point I really needed to use the restroom so I unhooked my IV???? (I mean I must’ve disconnected myself somehow but I can’t remember the details) which set off a shit ton of alarms and people were Very Concerned and kept asking me Why Did You Do That? But I just needed to go to the restroom, and they told me to use the Red Button to Call the Nurse (it was already there, and I now realize that we’d probably had a similar conversation about the Red Button to Call the Nurse possibly multiple times before this) in the future. A Chopped Teen Tournament from 2017 was playing on the TV nonstop. There were commercials for CGMs. I thought that God wasn’t being very funny about the whole thing.

As of now I remember even less of Wednesday, but I know that felt better. There was this diabetes specialist who kept talking about insulin and life at college moving forward, but I wasn’t really there, either because of being so out of it for health reasons, disassociating, or a combination of the two. My mom told me she had emailed a professor so he would give me an extension on an assignment that was due by then, and I remember crying because I thought that was just so nice of him. That night, this guy got me in a wheelchair and put me in another room, which I would later learn was the ACU. My night nurse was this nice woman named Tanya, who had a very thick Eastern European accent. She got me orange juice to take some potassium pills, but it felt like swallowing rocks. I didn’t really get a lot of sleep, so I was awake when the nurses changed shifts. I remember one of them expressing surprise that I was out of the ICU so early.

My mom took longer to come that day because nobody had told her I’d been moved. I’d had plain Cheerios and orange juice for breakfast, but I couldn’t really eat because my throat hurt so badly. I talked to a lot of doctors. I guess at this point or somewhere near it I accepted that I had diabetes, but it wasn’t really real until the same diabetes specialist was going over carbs. I thought I was never going to eat shit I liked ever again. I really wanted a fucking McChicken sandwich. I signed some papers for Medicaid because I had aged out of the CHIP while in the hospital. I finally texted my friends and explained to them what had happened. I was so fucking tired.

I got out the next day, so that was Thursday. Normally, I would’ve been in the hospital much longer (especially because my Medicaid hadn’t been approved, meaning no insurance had approved of my insulin yet), but Covid cases were on the rise and the hospital wanted me out of there. The diabetes specialist and one of my nurses snuck me two fast-acting and two basal insulin pens, and I was out. I ate half a McChicken, a small fry, and drank my first Diet Coke. It tasted like diesel mixed with piss.

That’s the gist of it. The hospital staff was very nice and thoughtful the entire time, I think. I felt as though everyone involved cared about my health a lot.

For those of you who aren’t T1D or just don’t know, what I experienced is called DKA, short for diabetic ketoacidosis. To simplify, I was very close to entering a diabetic coma. My sister later told me that our dad had said (I assume a doctor had told my mother, who, in turn, had told him) that I was “approximately 45 minutes” away from death. DKA happens when a diabetic (usually a T1D like me) has too much blood sugar in their body due to them lacking the insulin necessary to break the sugar down, so their body breaks down their fat reserves and muscle to get the energy it needs. This is why I lost around 50 pounds over the course of a few months (I was 118 lbs. when I entered the hospital, the lowest I’ve been since grade school). I was officially diagnosed with T1D on November 30th, just ten days after my 19th birthday, which is a little older than normal I believe. It’s...well, it’s not fun, but I feel very grateful for my large support system, and tomorrow I’m trying out a CGM for the first time and applying for both it and a pump, so things are really looking up

#personal #iamapincushion #t1d #type one diabetes #type one diabetic #dka #diabetic ketoacidosis #tw hospital #tw dka #i don't think you meant me for to respond with such a long answer #but #well #it's something i've been wanting to post for a while now and this seemed like a good opportunity

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knjnvrland · 4 years

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Prank Wars - ch.5

> pairing | jungkook x reader

> word count | 3k

> genre | college!au, fluff, smut, angst

> warnings | swearing, alcohol consumption

> synopsis | College can be a stressful time in anyone’s life as it is, why don’t we throw a little prank war in the mix to make it harder?

> fic masterlist

> A/N | English is not my first language, I’m sorry for the eventual spelling mistake, please let me know if you find any!

CHAPTER 5 - Yogurt

“Hey y/n, can I borrow a pen?” Jungkook was sitting across from you at the library, you just turned your case at him so he could grab whatever he needed.

There were a few of you studying for your exams on the shared table. Alice was already used to this new weird friendship between you and Jungkook, seeing as she met with you at the entrance of Yoongi's building the day she got back after your terrible date had happened, and you just ended up explaining everything to her, but the rest of the group was still very much confused and not really adapting to these new dynamics.

Every time you and Jungkook had any type of friendly interaction, a weird look would be exchanged between the boys who happened to be near, this time it was Namjoon and Jimin. Namjoon was actually studying for a test, while also helping you out with yours, seeing as he still had his notes from when he took that class, but Jimin was just hiding out from Hoseok, as the older one had been texting him for hours now wanting to have an extra rehearsal that day.

“Why is Hobi texting the group chat asking where you are?” Alice was taking a break on her phone.

“I swear to god if any of you rat me out our friendship is over” Jimin’s desperation was made clear in the tone of his voice, and none of you dared to contradict him.

“Why can’t you just tell him you’re tired today?” You asked, pushing your laptop away from you to rest your eyes for a bit.

“Or maybe just tell him the true” Jungkook added “we can’t put up with his shit anymore” he then found a pack of gun in your case and took one out, not really asking if he could, and extending another one to you, which you took gladly. Jimin looked weirded out by the small interaction again, but didn’t say anything.

“He helped me out a lot last year, I can’t do this to him” he dropped his face on the table with a sight.

“But you also have a lot to do, just tell him the truth” you insisted “besides you can’t keep this up for long, he’s coming to meet me here in a few” at that both boys across from you widened their eyes.

“fuck, where can we hide?” Jungkook was already gathering his stuff.

“wait, you’re also hiding from him?” Jimin was quick to follow.

“Yeah, I told him I had a dentist’s appointment, now hurry, he can be here any second” Jungkook was already putting back his coat and grabbing his stuff.

“you can hide at the studio, I’m going there now, I can let you in” Alice took her chance to scape the extra studying she was supposed to be doing, and started packing her stuff.

“will Yoongi be cool?” Jungkook stopped his frenetic getaway moves. Ever since his prank, and specially after Yoongi heard what came after with your date, he was banned from the studio. Yoongi even went as far as changing the password for the front door, and refused to help Jungkook out with the music classes he was taking on the side, even though he promised he would.

“Yeah, we’ll grab him food on the way there, I can help you out, he was talking about needing you this past week anyway, this might as well be your best shot” Alice started moving to the door without looking back, and the boys shared a look before following her. They were halfway out when Jungkook turned around and ran back to you, dropping the pen he just borrowed in front of you and giving you a quick peck on the top of your head while saying a barely understandable ‘thanks’, you couldn’t even respond and he was already gone again.

Your brother gave you the weirdest look, at which you only rolled your eyes and slammed your notebook shut. “let's go to Jin’s, I need coffee, I’ll explain everything there”.

“Wow ok I wish I knew all that a couple days ago when I bumped into Ray” Namjoon was beside you at a small table in the corner of your older brother’s cafe.

“It's honestly not that big of a deal” you sipped on your latte, wishing it was still as warm as when you got it. The story took longer to tell then you expected because of the thousand questions Namjoon interrupted you with. “If anything it helped me realize that Jungkook is not that bad”

“Of course he’s not that bad” Jin took the empty chair across the two of you “but why is he not that bad, again?”

“oh my god it’s such a long story, ask Joon to update you later” you grabbed one of the scones he sat in front of you and took a bite “hmm that’s actually the best one so far”. It was becoming routine for whenever you dropped by, you’d be forced to try a new recipe.

“Right? I told Alice this was the best one, but she insists on arguing the pecan one is what should be on the menu.” He took a piece of it as well “see? It’s great! I’m a genius!” That being said, he stood up and disappeared to the kitchen again, only to pop his head back out “I haven’t forgotten about Jungkook, once these cookies are ready I’m coming back out and want to hear everything about it!”. You rolled your eyes and Namjoon dismissed him, the two of you being used to the gossipy side of your older sibling.

“As I was about to tell you” Namjoon continued “if you ever need anyone to beat him up-“

“I’ll ask Jin” you completed, and although annoyed, Namjoon couldn’t really contradict, you all knew that Seokjin was the one who putted more hours in his working out and was definitely the strongest of your friend group. “but no one is getting beat up, let’s just forget he ever existed”.

“It’s your call” Joon finished his iced americano in a gulp “but you and JK are good, right?”

“Yeah, I think we’re friends. The morning after I slept over I woke up to him making me scrambled eggs, I can’t really stay mad after that”. It was true, you woke up really confused, not knowing where you were, but your sense of smell was the one to remind you, first with the peach scent all around you, and then with the smell of fresh breakfast. You were surprised to see Jungkook at the kitchen, specially because he never helped when all of you got together to cook, and the sight of him in an apron, in front of the stove, humming softly to himself, was an image that warmed your heart and you couldn’t shake off of your head ever since.

“I’m glad, we were all starting to worry how far the pranks would go, Tae even started a bet” he chuckled “the strange thing is that he betted on you” at that you laughed out loud. The thought of Taehyung siding with you was not a frequent one on your mind. You were about to ask Namjoon what the actual bet was, when Jimin bursted through the doors of the cafe, startling a couple of girls in the table by the entrance.

“You!” Jimin pointed your way, and took four steps, if much, to cross the whole cafe and stand beside the table “You’re going to help me”.

“What now?” You were already dreading your next task. The last time Jimin requested your help with such urgency you had to pretend that you were his jealous girlfriend to get him out of a horrible date.

“Jungkook. I must kill him” he was out of breath as if he ran all the way to the coffee shop as he plopped himself down on the empty chair your older brother was just in a few minutes earlier.

“Ok I can’t deal with this again” Namjoon shoved the rest of his croissant down his throat “leave Jungkook alone” you could barely understand him, but you figured out what it was, as he took his book and moved to sit on the counter where Jin was now finishing up a few orders.

“I don’t know if you realized, but our war is over” you clarified to Jimin “no more pranks for me”.

“Oh but it isn’t” Jimin stole the rest of the scone you still had in front of you “your new bff-“

“not my bff” you interrupted.

“whatever!” Jimin was clearly not up for the banter. “that asshole that we let hang out with us sold me out to Hoseok and I just spent the last hour of my life filling up his and Taehyung’s place”

“and my brother is not the target here because…?” You stole back the final bite of your food.

“because he set me up with a freshman last week and I swear to god it was the best head I've ever-“

“ew okay TMI! How many dates can you even fit in your schedule?” You were honestly impressed.

“not important” he then tried to steal a sip of your latte and you just gave it all to him. It was cold anyway. “the point is, I want blood -or at least some very public form of humiliation- and I need your help”

You rolled your eyes but you knew that you could never say no to Jimin. “okay, what do I have to do?”.

You were outside the boy’s changing room. Every Monday and Wednesday you had running practice, and every single time you ended up bumping into Jungkook as he went to his swimming practice. It was so routine that you never even acknowledged it. But Jimin noticed it, apparently, as he texted you your sign.

Chim Chim: yogurt You: ? Chim Chim: that’s the sign You: you could’ve just said that Chim Chim: just go ffs You: ok ok You: but if I get caught You: you’re paying for my food for a month Chim Chim: just fucking go omg

You tucked your phone inside the pocket of your hoodie and carefully opened the door. You could listen the sound of the showers running, and a few boys talking on the room next door, but there was no one on sigh. You tiptoed your way to locker number 10 -of course his number would be 10- and was about to unlock it with the numbers scribbled down your hand when you noticed it was open. What an idiot, honestly. The door cricked as it opened and you stopped breathing, afraid anyone could hear it. But no, all the human noises still came from de other room. You opened the bag you had with you and quickly began shoving everything in the locker inside it. After a few seconds pondering -you couldn’t spend that much more time in there anyway-, you retrieved his bucket hat and his car keys, putting those back into the locker and closing it without locking it back, as if you were never even there.

Once you were out of there, you finally released the breath you were holding in, and texted Jimin to let him know it was done. Then you made your way outside the building to meet up with the rest of the dancers that were waiting in the cafeteria across the entrance of the gymnasium.

“How did it go?” Taehyung was sipping on a soda can, while Hoseok scrolled through his phone and Jimin looked at you expectantly.

You set your bag on the table and opened it, revealing every single one of Jungkook’s itens of clothing, as well as his phone, wallet and house keys. “I left behind his car keys” you pointed outside the window, to a car parked up front that you knew was his “and his hat” you smiled triumphantly and highfived the three boys, taking your empty seat again.

Now it was all a matter of time as the three of you patiently awaited for the show. It was about 5pm of a Monday, and the cafeteria, as well as that area of the campus, was fully packed. It took longer than any of you anticipated, as you watched while Jungkook’s friends left the building laughing, but with no sign of the younger man. You were typing away an idea for a short story in your phone when you heard Jimin’s loud laugh beside you, startling you. Soon enough, everyone near you was laughing, as they all looked outside to a, you guessed, very naked Jungkook streaking across the street with only his hat covering what he could manage to cover with it, and car keys in hand.

Just as he unlocked his car, right before he got in and away from all the stares, jokes and, surely, people photographing his ass, he looked straight at your table -straight at you. You smiled apologetic and could see a glint of something in his eyes, although you could not understand what that meant. As Jungkook drove away, the three remaining boys congratulated you and each other once again, and Jimin stood up with Jungkook’s things to drive to the younger boy’s place and give it all back. Jimin had his fun, but he was not a terrible enough person to leave someone at our day and age more than a few hours without their phone. Besides, how could Jungkook check out the pics already being posted all over social media without it?

Once again, you felt a bit bad, but it didn’t last long as when you were leaving the cafeteria, you could already hear a group of girls sitting by the register commenting on Jungkook’s physique, and you could tell that the whole scene that took place minutes before would only bust up his reputation. You could understand why, the amount of sports the kid did really were showing, but just before you could let your imagination run too wild, your phone rang with a twitter notification. Yup, definitely a reputation booster. Jungkook would have to thank Jimin, after all.

The last few weeks of the semester went by fast, and soon enough your last week of classes was here. You had just left Hoseok final performance, the one that Jungkook, Jimin and Tehyung had been practicing with him, and went out to grab a few commemorative drinks. You were all a bit tipsy by them, with Jimin and Taehyung leaving the group table to dance and Namjoon off somewhere with a girl. The rest of you still on the table were making small talk to the best of your ability, trying to ignore the loud music coming from all around you.

“I’m going to get another beer, anyone want anything?” Jin stood up first, and all of you nodded, agreeing on another round.

“I’ll go with you” you had to stand up to let Hobi pass, and that’s when you noticed the whole room spin around.

“Careful there” Yoongi held your arm, giving you support and helping you sit down again.

“Someone already had too much” Alice teased and you glared at her general direction, not really being able to focus.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this” you had your last big final in a couple of days, and could already tell the next one would be lost on you, you were never good at studying after a night out.

“We can go home now sweets” Alice extended her hand to hold yours across the table “I can’t have a late night today anyway” she turned to Yoongi to give him a pack on the lips, and then motioned you to stand up with her. Jungkook ended up helping you out, but you were not that drunk that you couldn’t walk straight, it just took you a while to get used to the change from sitting to standing. You locked arms with Alice while she ordered an Uber, and the two of you made your way to the front door.

Yoongi and Jungkook watched as you left, and soon after Jin and Hoseok came back with the drinks.

“Where did they go?” Jin took his sit back by Jungkook.

“They left” Yoongi took a sip of the fresh beer in front of him “y/n was drunk and Alice has to wake up early”

“Well, more for us then” the three man clinked their bottles and were about to chug them down when something buzzed under Hobi’s butt “what the-“ he took your phone from under him, which was buzzing with some unknown number on it “someone forgot their phone”.

“It’s y/n’s” Jungkook recognized your case straight away. It was a simple transparent one, but you had the habit of pressing flowers in the middle of your books, and then using them to decorate everything you own. And there it was, in between your phone and the case, a small turquoise dry flower. “I can drop by to hand her tomorrow” he extended his hand, but Hoseok was hesitant to give it away.

“How can I trust that this is not another one of your pranks?” He moved the phone further away from his friend.

“How could it be if I didn’t even know she was going to forget her phone?” He stated the obvious, at which Yoongi agreed, motioning for Hobi to just give it away. "I spoke with Alice about dropping by tomorrow to do my laundry anyway, the last machine in our building broke a few weeks ago and I’ve been using theirs”.

“That’s convincing enough for me” he gave Jungkook the phone, and the boy tucked it in his front pocket after setting it to silent mode.

They kept drinking for a few more hours, but ended up having to carry Taehyung and Jimin out as the two boys were too drunk to walk properly, and the night ended with a lot of babysitting on the older guys side, with Jungkook disappearing as soon as he could, along with Hobi, and Namjoon never returning from his escapade, Yoongi stood around to help take them to Jin’s place and just spent the night there. Because of the confusion, however, they didn’t see the many missed calls from Alice’s phone the next morning, with you freaking out on the other side.

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Truth To Be Told [Ashton One Shot]

Warnings: slight cursing

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

A/N: this was supposed to be Anne’s @bringmethehorizonandpizza birthday present, but i’m the most awful friend, so i’ve finished it only now, hope Anne doesn’t hate me as much as i deserve to be hatedfor that 🙈 i also hope you’ll enjoy this cliche bff to lovers story. My prompt was “I wanna eat you up like a candy” 😈 Feedback is extremelly appreciated, as always! Happy reading!

You were rushing through the rain in the busy downtown, being awfully late to your date. You looked at your watch and cursed under you breath. You just couldn’t get how it all happened.

And what happened was you simply forgetting about the date in the first place. Unbelievable, but you did. It wasn’t like you didn’t like the guy, completely opposite for that matter. You and Nate had been seeing each other for almost three months now and everything was going great. He was smart, but not a snob, had nice sense of humor, normal job and usual interests. He was absolutely normal and you often thought you liked that most about him. And it definitely wasn’t like you didn’t wanna go on this date. Nate booked a table in that Greek restaurant you wanted to visit and you anticipated that evening. You just… forgot.

It happens, right? Sometimes people forget things and there is nothing criminal in that. To be honest, it wasn’t even your fault. You had woken up with mild headache that morning and it really distracted you. You also had a really tough time at work, and by the time you actually realised it wasn’t just Friday but also that Friday, the Friday you had a date, you were already late. And yes, you felt awful. Because you liked Nate. You liked him enough to really wish for things to work between the two of you. So you were almost running. Cause you cared. You really did.

The restaurant was full, which didn’t surprise you as it was Friday night, but the waiter didn’t make you wait any extra minute. Nate smiled when he saw you and you felt the anxiety knot in your belly weaken. He wasn’t angry, he understood. He kissed you and helped with your chair and joked how he had some extra time to choose wine, so it was even better that you came late. He was a perfect gentleman, you wondered how you could even wish for anything more. And even though the annoying voice in the back of your head was nagging you about that ‘more’ you were wishing for, providing you with images and memories, you pushed it all back and focused on Nate. You didn’t quite know what was about to happen, but you had the feeling that tonight was somehow important for your boyfriend.

The waiter brought you wine and you felt that was the moment. Nate coughed and fixed his watch, he was always doing it if being nervous. You tried to guess what it was he was about to say. You’ve met his friends already, but it was too early to meet his family yet. You never had the exclusivity talk, but from the beginning of your relationship you both understood it was implied. Was he about to hand you the key to his apartment? Or was it also too soon? Or maybe he wanted to suggest going on holiday together? You felt your insides tremble in anticipation.

Nate cleared his throat again and started, “Y/n, you look wonderful today.” You smiled. He lied. You looked usual, but you were thankful to him for this little lie.

“And you always look wonderful, I have no idea, how you manage to do that, but you do. And I just wanted to take this opportunity to express my feelings to you,” he took a pause and you felt ice cover your still slightly trembling insides. Good God, was he about to say the L word? But you sure as hell wasn’t ready for the L word, no no no, how could you stop this? “You’re beautiful, and incredibly funny, and you’re smart, and kind, and caring. Honestly, you’re picture perfect. And I’m even not going to say how you’re the most sensible woman I’ve met in my entire life,” he paused again. You were just looking at him, feeling flattered and scared at the same time. And then he said it. “And all of that only leaves me utterly surprised why we don’t work.”

You felt the air leave your lungs. You even thought about asking him to repeat, but there was no need, as he continued. “I mean, please, tell me if I’m mistaking, but there’s just no spark between the two of us, is there?”

You looked away from him, moving your sight to your slightly shaking hand on the table. He covered your hand with his and, suddenly, you calmed down. You looked back at Nate and shook your head.

“No, there is no spark,” you admitted with a smile. “We’re more like a quiet couple with 15 years of marriage experience.”

Nate giggled. You liked his giggles, the sound fresh and light. But not as wonderful as your favourite giggles.

“This is unbelievably cruel,” he said. “I mean, we should be perfect together! We fit wonderfully and you’re gorgeous! What’s wrong with us?”

You shrugged, sipping on your wine. “No idea, Nate. To be honest, I haven’t felt so comfortable with a guy for a long time. So I’m just as confused as you are. And a little disappointed,” you admitted to your wine glass.

“Hey, don’t be, please,” he asked you, squeezing your hand. “If you think we need more time-”

“No, Nate, you’re right. I don’t think time will help here,” you forced yourself to smile again. Nate didn’t deserve your sad face, it wasn’t his fault after all. “What are we gonna do now?”

Nate laughed. “To be honest, I have no idea. That’s like, the most civilized break up in my life. Usually it’s scandals and tears and friends picking up your stuff from your ex.”

You laughed too, it was sincere this time, cause you knew that pattern just as well.

“What people do when they just stop dating without all the drama?” he asked.

“Well, I still have your sweater,” you reminded. “And you have my book.”

“Which I hope to finish by the next weekend.”

“So,” you started timidly, “maybe I could step by around the weekend and exchange your sweater for my book?”

“And we could then go and drink some coffee,” Nate nodded in agreement. He probably saw the slight hesitation in your eyes, as he added, “Don’t get me wrong, I just don’t wanna lose you completely. As I said, you’re one of the best people I know. Do you think we could still be friends?”

Of course, you could be friends. Obviously, you were a wonderful friend. And never a girlfriend. But, Nate didn’t need to hear that from you. So you agreed and smiled and you just spent a great evening enjoying the food and chatting about everything and nothing at the same time. When the night was over and Nate was paying the check (he insisted on doing it himself, as, technically, you were still dating while ordering) you thought, that the dinner went just as smooth and enjoyable, as you could expect. Only you weren’t a couple anymore. But it didn’t change anything, nor in the mood, neither in your feelings. And if what Nate said didn’t persuade you that breaking up was the best decision, that indifference you had now inside finally did.

Nate waited for your uber with you. He hugged you and wished you good night and promised to text next week. And just like that another unremarkable relationship in your life has ended.

***

Ashton started talking before he came up to their place at the counter.

“I do think we need to add more guitars to that song.”

Calum rolled his eyes. This conversation had been going all day long. And even now, late in the evening in a bar, where they decided to spend the night just to relax a little, Ashton couldn't let it go.

“You know what? You’ll tell that Mike and Luke on Monday. And now you’ll finish your drink and we’ll go home.”

“If you disagree, mate, you should just say so,” Ashton frowned. “No need to be passive aggressive.”

Calum chuckled, taking a look around the bar. He had no agenda, they weren’t expecting any friends, he just took a meaningless look around. And he wished he didn’t.

“Hey, Ash, isn’t it-” Calum started, but just as abruptly stopped. What reaction would Ash have? Calum knew about his feelings and wasn’t sure if it was so smart of him to show this to Ashton.

“What?” Ash looked at him quizzically.

“Nothing,” Calum shook his head and downed his drink. “You ready to go?”

Ashton chuckled nervously and looked at his best mate. “No, I’m not ready. And what did you want to say?”

“Nothing. Just thought I saw a familiar face, but obviously I’ve mistaken.”

But that was enough for Ashton to start looking around.

“You haven’t,” he informed Calum, his voice dropped. He turned back and looked into his glass.”

“So it is Y/N’s boyfriend?” Calum stated, confirming his earlier suspicions. They both looked on their right to the further part of the bar, where the guy they’ve met only several weeks ago as Y/N’s new love interest, was sucking on some girl’s face who was definitely not Y/N.

Ashton nodded and finished his whiskey.

“Come on, man, we should go,” Calum tried and patted his friends shoulder. But Ashton changed plans already. He beckoned the bartender and ordered one more round for him and Calum.

“Ash, don’t think it’s a good idea,” Calum frowned. “We better go, mate.”

“Hey, we’re just spending an evening. Promise, I won’t do anything, just let’s stay for a while.”

Calum sighed and let his friend pay for his drink. He knew it was a bad idea. But he also knew he’d rather die than leave his friend in a state like that. They were stuck together even through the worst ideas ever. So he stayed. But no matter how hard he tried to discuss new songs or studio work or his sister’s life (for the lack of topics), Ashton kept staring at Y/N’s boyfriend.

“I mean, how does she manage to do that?” Ashton finally muttered halfway through his glass.

“What?” Calum scrunched his face, looking away from his instagram feed.

“How does she manage to always choose such losers?” Aston turned to his friend. His gaze was already a little fogged by the alcohol.

“He didn’t seem a loser when we met him,” Calum shrugged. It wasn’t like he didn’t feel bad for Y/N, he just learnt long ago not to get into other people’s relationships. But Ashton was different, of course. They were much closer friends with Y/N and there were some other, well, pretty obvious reasons.

“He’s dating one of the most wonderful girls in the world,” Ashton started, looking at his friend like he was a complete idiot, “but instead of being with her and loving her, like she deserves, he’s in a bar cheating on her.”

“You don’t know everything, Ash,” Calum shook his head, while trying his hardest not to get into this argument. And pretty much failing.

“Like what? You think she deserves that?”

“Jesus, Ash, of course no!” Calum huffed in his glass. “No one deserves this. I just-” he threw another glance at the guy. “Maybe he has a twin brother.”

Ashton laughed, loudly and quite sad. He looked at Y/N’s guy again and his face fell.

“How am I gonna tell her that?” he asked.

Calum looked at his friend, thinking of a better answer. “You can keep it to yourself,” he finally said what he really believed in. Calum knew Ash would never agree on that, but honesty was one of the main principles of their friendship, and Cal wasn’t ready to break it, even for the sake of a girl his brother was in love with.

Ashton gave him a long heavy stare. “Are you even serious right now?” “Dude, not all the people wanna hear such things, you know,” Calum tried to explain. “Have you had a talk with her about that? Are you sure she would like to know and to know from you? You won’t believe how many people would choose to live in ignorance.”

“No, you don’t know what you’re talking about, mate,” Ashton was fast to dismiss all his arguments. “I know her, okay? I know Y/N, she would like to know. I just need to figure out how to break it on her,” he sighed. Then he downed his whiskey and ordered one more.

“Hey, buddy, that’s not the best idea,” Calum tried to stop him, but it seemed like Ashton didn’t even hear him.

“I just don’t get it,” the drummer huffed and went on drinking. “She’s smart and funny and it’s so easy to talk to her. I can literally talk to her about everything. And she’s the kindest person ever, so supportive and thoughtful. How can they keep doing this to her?”

Calum sighed. He knew for sure what was gonna happen next. “She’s your friend, Ash, obviously for you she’s one of the best-”

“No, you don’t get it. She’s not one of the best. She is the best,” he stated passionately. “She’s the most beautiful woman in the whole world. And, god, I shouldn’t think this way about her, but she’s so sexy, Cal! It’s like-” he took another gulp of his drink. “It’s the hardest part of being her friend. She’s unbelievably hot. And he can have her, but chooses to have that,” he motioned to Y/N’s boyfriend. “Seriously, man, what’s your problem?” he exclaimed loudly enough.

“Okay, buddy, let’s keep it low, shall we?” Calum cooed, patting his shoulder and turning him back to the bar counter. “We don’t need a scene.”

“I’m alright, I just-” Ashton stumbled.

“You just what, buddy?”

Ashton sighed and looked at his best friend, his eyes full of sorrow. “I just love her so much, Cal, how can I break her heart like that?”

Calum smile softly and answered, “Here’s a revolutionary idea, Ash. How about telling her all that?”

“Of course, I’m gonna tell her, did you even listen to me?” Ash rolled his eyes.

“No no no, not about her douchebag of a boyfriend,” Calum shook his head, smile still on his face. “About how you love her. And all the things you’ve said about her, how she’s the best, you know?”

Ashton sent his way another heavy look and indulged in his drink.

“You know I can’t do that,” he mumbled couple minutes later. “She deserves someone better than me.”

***

You were sitting on your couch with a glass of wine in the shittiest mood ever.

And what was not to be angry and upset about. You’d just been dumped after all. You huffed in your wine glass, recollecting on your most civilized break up. The worst thing was that you couldn’t even blame Nate. No, he didn’t do anything wrong. The only fault he had was not being the man you truly wanted to be with.

You rolled eyes on yourself. How pathetic you were in this longing after your own friend. Each time you were starting a new relationship, you did everything to finish them as soon as possible. Of course, not intentionally. You truly wanted to be with someone, to love someone who could love you back. But each time you were too restrained, too closed off. And naturally your partners felt it. No matter how much you wanted your relationship to work, you just couldn’t devote to them fully. Cause deep down inside, in your subconscious, hidden from the light, there was a question. The question you’ve kept asking those long sleepless nights. If you ever had a chance with Ashton, how would it be? Would it be different? Would you feel different? Would he make you feel like you, real you, and not like you were playing a role you’d never bothered to learn properly? Whatever the answer was, one thing you always knew. If Ashton showed up on your threshold asking for a chance with him, you’d break any relationship in an instance.

So every your breakup was your doing. It was your fault. And what was even worse, you wasted your partner’s time shamelessly. You wasted Nate’s time. And Nate didn’t deserve that. He was kind and caring. And he was always honest with you. You treated him ill, you knew it.

You poured yourself more wine. Maybe you should have stopped dating for some time? At least till you could look at Ashton without lusting after him. You emotional status wasn’t healthy, obviously, so it was better to wait till Ash would be out of your system. You just needed a break. Just for now.

Harsh knock on your front door startled you. You looked at the door, not fully getting what you had to do. But when the knock repeated, followed by muffled “Oh, fuck, don’t tell me you’re not home!”, you realized you had to open.

“You’re home, great,” Ashton mumbled, basically falling into your apartment, as you opened the door for him.

You fixed the bathrobe you were in and looked at the drummer, who managed to stumble twice on the way to your couch.

“Are you drunk?” you asked wearily. Drunk Ashton always scared you a little. He was either super sad or super angry, and you weren’t sure yet which one you got tonight.

“Nah, just had a couple with Cal,” he answered and by how slowly he was speaking, you understood he had more than couple glasses.

“And where’s Cal?”

“He dropped me off here and went home,” Ashton yawned, slowly slouching down on the couch. “He’s been saying I should go home all night. But I needed to see you.”

You came closer, thought for a minute and sat on the coffee table in front of him. Ashton smiled to you drunkenly and fully lied down, fixing a cushion under his head.

“Need to tell you shit,” he went on explaining. “Bad shit. Really, really bad shit. You’ll hate me for it,” he added, his voice sad and low.

You looked at him with a smile. “I could never hate you, Ash,” you answered quietly, thinking he was already asleep.

But then he opened his eyes and looked at you, confusion on his face. It looked so funny, drunk and confused Ashton lying on your couch, you even wished you had your phone with you to take a picture.

“How can you be so sure? You don’t even know what I’m about to tell you.”

“Whatever you tell me, it won’t be enough to make me hate you.”

It was almost sad how true those words were. You’ve loved him for years, let him call you his friend, saw his half naked one night stands leave his bedroom in the mornings. You were positive, nothing in this world could make you hate him, if even your broken bleeding heart couldn’t force you to do it.

“I was in a bar with Cal,” Ashton stated.

“Yeah, you told me already.”

“No no no, you don’t get it,” Ashton scrunched his face. “I was in a bar with Cal. And there was that wanker you’re dating, what’s his name again?”

“Nate?” your insides froze. Was it possible, that Nate actually knew about your feelings to Ashton. Did he say anything to him?

“Yeah, that wanker. How do you manage to choose such losers, doll?” Ashton asked you, but before you could come up with at least some answer, he already continued. “So he was there and he was kissing some other girl.”

You kept gaping at Ashton.

“There, you can hate me now,” he finished, yawned again and closed his eyes.

You stroke his hair and smiled again.

“I don't hate you.”

“But I just told you your guy is cheating on you!” Ash exclaimed.

“He was not cheating on me, we’ve broken up.”

“What?” Ashton opened his eyes again. You nodded in confirmation of your words. “That doesn’t matter, he could wait, show you some respect. Why do you always choose such losers?” he repeated his question.

You sighed, not really knowing what to answer to that. Were they really losers? Or was it you, a loser in love with your own friend?

“You deserve so much better,” Ashton muttered, while you were thinking about your answer. His speech was getting quieter and slower, he was slowly drifting off to sleep. But then he added with sorrow, “If only I could love you, I’d treated you like a queen you are.”

“You wanna love me?” you shot back before you could think what you were saying.

“Of fucking course I wanna love you, doll,” he frowned, his eyes are still closed. “I wanna love you and care for you. I wanna come back home to you every night and call you seven times a day from the tour like Mike does to Crystal. And I wanna touch you and kiss you, wanna kiss every inch of your body. Hell, I wanna eat you up like a candy. But oh well, you’ll never know anyway, so what’s the point.”

He tugged himself further in you couch, let out the final yawn and fell asleep. Leaving you stare at him mindlessly. You felt like some part of your world, really important part of it, had just crashed down, but you had no idea what it meant for you or what you felt about it.

You stood up, your limbs hardly moving. Looked at a six foot tall giant, crouched on your too short for him couch, and thought how he’ll be sore in the morning. You covered him with a blanket, which was thrown over an armchair, and went to your bedroom to spend yet another sleepless night because of Ashton fucking Irwin.

***

Long moan, full of pain and regret, was the first thing you heard from Ashton in the morning. You were surprised he woke up so early, it wasn’t even seven yet, but you were also extremely happy about this fact, as you didn’t manage to find your rest last night. You spent several hours staring at your ceiling and guessing if he really had said all those things, or you just imagined them. And trying to predict what it would mean for your friendship. You were angry and confused. You felt a newborn hope inside, starting to bloom from his drunk confessions, but were so scared to let it grow. He did keep all those things from you, obviously he had a reason. Judging by that, he didn’t want to be with you. But still he said he wanted to love you. So did he? Or didn’t he?

God, you were tired. Not only from the last night, full of discoveries and doubts. Standing in your kitchen and listening to his moans and curses, you realized you were tired of Ashton, of all the sadness and distress he brought in your life.

Ashton appeared in the door frame. His shirt was crumpled, just as his face. He was rubbing his eyes, messy curls falling on different sides of his face. He stumbled over to the chair and gave you a hard look.

“Hey,” he muttered.

“Hey,” you echoed.

You felt a change in your feelings. You had no idea how much of last night he remembered. And it wasn’t like seeing him made you less angry. If anything, your annoyance only got stronger. But at the same time you felt nervous, you were almost scared of everything that was about to happen.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad I woke up on your couch and not on the pavement somewhere,” Ashton said, distracting you from your worries, “but how did I get here?”

So he didn’t remember. Or was he just acting he didn’t remember not to discuss it? You shook your head lightly. The questions were endless, fueled by your fear of losing something you’d spent years dreaming about. You just had to shut your subconscious up and go with the floow.

“You came,” you shrugged, rushing to answer his question. “Said Calum dropped you off.”

“Can’t remember a thing,” he mused out loud, hiding his face in his hands.

“So, why did you get so drunk?” you asked, your slightly shaking hands clenched in fists.

Ashton put his hands away from his face and frowned, remembering what he could from the previous night.

“You know, the day was hard, and the week even harder.”

“So it wasn’t because you saw Nate kissing some other girl in the bar you were with Cal at?”

He closed his eyes and let out under his breath, “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry, you shouldn’t have found out like that.”

“Old news,” you dropped, examining his reaction. You’d know Ashton for several years already. Hell, you’d loved him almost all this time. You knew he wasn’t lying or acting. He didn’t remember last night.

“How is that old news?” Ashton frowned, more surprised by your tone, than your actual words.

“We broke up, so he can basically kiss whoever he wants,” you explained and crossed your arms, feeling insecure under his stare all of the sudden.

“Okay,” Ash said, his eyes not leaving your face. “What else did I say?”

You chuckled, anger spreading over your face. “Well, after informing me about Nate’s dissolute behaviour, you went on how I always choose losers-”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Ashton interrupted you, “I swear, I’m never drinking again. I-”

“But I think the highlight of the evening,” you kept telling him, not paying any attention to his apology, “was definitely the moment you stated you want to eat me up like a candy.”

Ashton choke on his own breath. He looked up on you, eyes full of pure terror. He didn’t say anything, and neither did you.

“You-” he started in whisper, but hesitated.

“Is that true?” you rushed him.

“What exactly?”

“That you want to eat me up like a candy!”

He winced. “You don’t have to repeat that.”

“Well I’m sorry. I kinda spent the whole night playing on repeat my best friend telling me he wanted to eat me up like a candy! Can’t get it out of my mind now!”

“You weren’t supposed to know. Especially not like this.”

His words were full of regret and that was what hurt you the most.

“Obviously, that was the only possible way for me to find out,” you shrugged. “Why?”

Your sudden question took him by surprise. Ashton looked at you, confusion on his face.

“Why wasn’t I suppose to know?”

He sighed, and looked down on his hands. You waited. A minute passed, but he kept sitting there in silence, the lack of answers playing on your nerves.

“Why, Ashton?” you almost yelled at him.

“Because I’m not the one you need!” he threw back.

You gaped at him as he went on. “I’m out of the city seven months a year. You deserve someone who’d be there for you. Not the guy for whom late night calls and occasional facetimes are the only option. I have no idea what other shit I told you yesterday, Y/N, but I guess you could read between the lines, if I didn’t say this,” he took a deep breath and admitted, “I love you. I’m in love with you. And I know better than anyone, I don’t deserve you a bit.”

You nodded, looking at him. Then looked at the kitchen island, separating the two of you, picked up a mug you’d taken out of the cupboard earlier and threw it right in Ashton’s head.

He dodged by some miracle, not less, his reactions are naturally slowed down by his hangover.

“What are you-” he tried to question you, looking back at the pieces of ceramics on the floor behind him, but had to stop, as the next mug flew in his direction.

He stepped aside, dodging from this one, and looked at you. You opened the cupboard, took the first piece you could find and prepared to the next throw, when he yelled, “Not this one, that’s your grandma’s set!”

You looked at the old china cup, put it down on the counter carefully and turned to the pile of IKEA plates.

“Jesus Christ, can you stop? What is-”

But you threw the plate, making him hide behind the island.

“You don’t deserve me?” you yelled at him.

Ashton peeked from under the kitchen island, but instantly hid back as you send another plate his way.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Stand up and face me like a man, Ashton!”

He stood up carefully, took a step to the side of the island. “I would love to face you, if you weren’t about to tear my head down, doll,” he chuckled cautiously while keeping moving.

“Well you fully deserve that, asshole!” another plate was smashed on the wall behind him. You were getting better at aiming with every other throw, and that was making Ashton nervous.

“Can you, please stop trying to kill me?”

“How dare you say things like that to me?” you shouted back, not even getting what he was talking about, your full attention on your own pain and fury. “I’ve been going crazy for years, Ashton!” you threw another one. “Feeling guilty for falling for my best friend! Getting insecure cause you’ve never even looked my way, brining all those models and groupies at my parties. Breaking up with normal guys cause I couldn’t get you out of my head!” you threw the last plate you had in your hands and looked around in search for the next shell.

“And all of these for you to spill your drunk guts one night? For me to learn that you actually had feeling for me accidentally?” you picked up a small pan from your stove and threw it. “Fuck you, Ashton!”

“Okay, this is too much!” Ashton muttered, looking at the pan flying past him. “Do you- Do you love me?” he asked, turning to you, realization creeping up him slowly.

You stopped, breathing hard and met his eyes. “I don’t. I hate you. I can’t put into words how much I hate! Why haven’t you ever told me? Not even given a hint?”

“And why haven’t you?”

You felt a hole left in your heart by this question. You were standing in your kitchen surrounded by shattered dishes, both wide-eyed, breathless and shocked. You couldn’t believe the words he’d just said. He was afraid of the reaction they may cause.

“Get out, Ashton,” you whispered, feeling the lump in your throat. Your eyes burnt with tears about fall.

He took a step towards you.

“Get the fuck out,” you repeated.

He smirked, covered the distance between you two in couple more steps and pulled you into him. What he didn’t envisaged was that you had just enough time to grab a spatula and start hitting him with it.

“Can you- just- not-” he stumbled through his words, one hand grabbing yours with the spatula, and another trying to keep you close to him. You two struggled for some time before he bent down to you and covered your mouth with his.

Even the kiss was a struggle. Your knees were shaking from the feeling, but you kept trying to bite him. Ashton huffed, let go of your lips and looked at you, his sight heavy, but you recognized little devils dancing deep inside his eyes.

“Try to bite me or hit me again, and I won’t eat you up,” he threatened.

You froze. You were still furious with him, you really were. But not to the point of risking the prospect of being eaten up by this man. After everything that asshole put you through, you were positive you deserved some special treatment.

He looked you in the eyes and smirked, taking in your obedience.

“Good girl,” he mused and kissed you again, this time deeper, with more passion and lust. “Now, how about moving this argument to the bedroom?” he asked, picking you up from the floor and turning around. “What do you say, my little candy?”

“Oh, gosh,” you chuckled into his neck, you face turning bright red. You knew the nickname would stick, but right now, in the arms of the man you’d been dreaming about for so long, you had nothing against it.

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pretty-volatile · 4 years

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Monday, March 30, 2020 2:46 am

It's funny to think that if I hadn't tried to kill myself, and if it wasn't for my ex bff's mom calling CPS twice on my abuser and then later contacting my dad while I was in the hospital, I wouldn't be here. Both like geographically speaking and physically speaking.

If I had to stay after the CPS social worker came by a second time, my abuser would've watched me like a hawk. She actually went through all my shit while I was in the hospital to take any scissors or blades or anything I could use to harm myself, mainly for CPS reasons. While she was doing it though, she would look through my shit. Spying on anything I wrote and whatnot. I was so fucking pissed. When I came back from the hospital, I think we had to stop by the CPS office or they had to come back again to make sure I had gone to therapy and was on medication and blah blah blah. It didn't matter anyway because I told my abuser right away when she picked me up that I wanted to live with my dad. It was awkward afterwards. My dad was in the area, so I felt safe. I went to school for a day or two, so I could go to homecoming with my ex friend (who I also had a huge crush on, first gay love). My abuser tried to be cheery, but she was seething and felt defeated inside, I could tell. I had to leave my cat with her when I moved away :'( my dad was allergic.

If I had stayed, she would have kept close eye on me and trying to prove to CPS that everything was okay. I would've tried to run away or tried to kms or I would just tear at myself inside and dealt with it for survival. She probably would have kept drinking, kept leaving me alone, making me take care of her, making me feel guilty for not doing it or when I'm not doing well in my classes, reminding me "I'm your mother". She probably would have loomed this over my head for quite a while to manipulate/control me. Gaslighting me, saying how could I do this, blaming me for my depression or not believing it was because of her. Thinking she gave me the best childhood she could and blah blah blah. All to guilt me.

She actually blames me for our separation. I was the reason that made it harder for her to take care of me. To be there for me. I separated us, apparently. But the fact of the matter is that she never took care of me and she was never there for me. I was at her disposal. A charm that she took with her everywhere she went. Then to top it off, I'd get apology outings. Either to go swimming, go out to eat, go get some clothes, go on this island across the bay. Feeling bad that she couldn't give me everything I wanted. Well in reality what I wanted was to have a goddamn childhood, to be away from her, for her to actually ask me what I wanted for once. Pretty fucked.

But I'm not. I'm not with her. I escaped and I'm so goddamn thankful

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 5 years

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Lessons In Love [Part Twenty Six]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Marvel Actor,

Pairing: Chris Evans x Original Female Character, Tom Hiddleston x Origininal Female Character

Characters: Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Original Female Characters, Erin O’Connell, Maria Vega,

Word Count: 41,176 // Rating:Mature

Warnings: AU, Chris isn’t famous, Friendship, friends to lovers, violence, guns, stalking, jealousy, featuring bad tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, OC, OFCs, Erin O’Connell, Maria Vega, Friendship, Friends, Friends to lovers, Blossoming Friendship, Violence Stalking, AU, Kidnapping, Angst, Fluff ANger BFFS, Guns Gun Violence, Flirting, Established relationship Sebastian Stan, Trust Issues, Lawyers, Slow Burn, Romance, Cuddling

Summary: She’s never been lucky in love and it’s about to get even worse.

Note: Completed Series. Updated 11/2022

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As Monday mornings go, this one was pretty good. I woke a little after ten to find myself cuddled into Chris’ side, unable to move. He was still asleep, snoring slightly, his arms around me locking me into his grasp. After feeling shitty and lonely for months on end this was safe. I felt at home.

I also felt like a teenager. Upon coming back to Chris’ parent’s house we sat outside on the porch with the family members that had stayed and hung out. I’m sure his parents and siblings noticed how close we were sat or how Chris threw his arm around me more often. After 11 we retreated upstairs and spent God knows how long making out in his high school bedroom, hoping his parents wouldn’t hear us giggling. And in true teenage fashion, I couldn’t wait to tell my best friend.

Chris stirred next to me and mumbled, ‘Erin, are you watching me sleep?’ ‘No…’ I lied. ‘Sure,’ he said opening his eyes and looking at me with a grin. ‘Okay, maybe a little,’ I giggled. ‘You’re lucky I’m used to having Dodger staring at me.’ ‘At least I’m not slobbering all over you,’ I wagered. ‘Those are his kisses and I’m very disappointed that’s not how you woke me up,’ he chuckled. ‘Well, we can fix that,’ I laughed leaning up to pepper kisses along his jawbone. He turned and captured my lips before rolling me onto my back revving things up. Before we could get into anything there was crying at the door as Dodger decided he had been ignored for far too long. ‘Damn,’ Chris sighed rolling off of me. ‘I suppose we gotta get up sometime,’ I said, ‘c’mon.’

I clambered out of bed and fumbled around my bag for some jeans and a shirt. Chris moved around and grabbed clothes too. He shoved them on before waiting for me so we could go downstairs together. Downstairs was deserted, explaining why Dodger had gotten bored, and were left to our own devices. We made breakfast and spent the morning outside enjoying the few hours of relaxation we had left. Lisa got back afternoon and sent Chris, and Scott who had just woken, out to get us some lunch. I was sitting, reading a book on the porch swing when she came and sat down next to me. I smiled but said nothing, sensing she had her own agenda to talk about.

‘So…Scott tells me you’re single?’ Lisa edged in. ‘Um…look Lisa you’re lovely but you’re not my type,’ I joked. ‘Oh Erin,’ she laughed, ‘don’t think I’m interfering but-’ ‘Look, Lisa, you don’t have to…Chris and I talked last night and we’re square.’ ‘Oh and that means that-’ ‘Chris has got himself a girlfriend!’ Scott shouted as he came onto the back porch, Chris behind him. ‘Dude, pack it in,’ Chris said shoving him, ‘Ma, leave her alone.’

He decanted the bags of food on the small table and came and sat next to me, kissing me on the temple. We spent the rest of the day in the backyard chatting with Scott and Lisa before having dinner with all of Chris’ siblings and parents. Eventually, the darkness started setting in and it was time to say goodbye and load up the car to head back home. We were barely ten minutes into the drive before Dodger fell asleep on the back seat and the volume of the radio was battling against his heavy breathing.

‘So did you have a good time this weekend?’ Chris asked a tad nervous. ‘Yeah, it was great. Your family are lovely.’ ‘When they’re not harassing you about me?’ ‘You’re worth it,’ I smiled sliding my hand onto his thigh and squeezing it, ‘besides it’s nothing like the harassment I’m gonna get off Maria. She’s going to want to know everything.’ ‘I don’t envy you there,’ Chris said, ‘Seb will probably say ‘cool’ and move on.’ ‘If only,’ I chuckled. I switched my phone on and the notifications flooded in. I started by checking my messages from Maria.

As soon as I was done replying I went to instagram and clicked on my notifications. There were a few but the one at the top of my feed was a tag from Scott’s account. I clicked on it to find a picture of me and Chris in the club we had been in the night we went out.

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I smiled as I looked at it. I didn’t even remember posing for it and to be honest it didn’t look too posed. We looked lost in the moment. In each other. I was glad Scott had snapped it. I saved the picture to my phone and then checked some other insta notifications.

Then I got a text.

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Erin Hey! Heading back now. Thanks for keeping an on the house x Maria No Problem I missed you. Good weekend? Erin Brilliant Maria I figured Seb’s kept me up to date and so’s Scotts instagram Erin what do you mean? Maria have a look for yourself Erin you figured it out? Maria I’m so happy for you guys!!

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elejah-wonderland · 5 years

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How To Hold My Heart/4

Fanfiction

Part 4

Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert

AU TVD/TO short story

a/n: Elena and Elijah worked together in a Law Firm. One night he hooked up with her friend Hayley, and continued seeing her. Elena, had always secretively loved Elijah, but never told him how she felt. Hayley fell pregnant and Elijah married her, and Elena went to live in Toronto, accepting a better job, but also to forget Elijah. Will life bring them together?

Thank so much for reading xoxo

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Days after

And, so Elena kissed her daughter goodbye and flew away to New York for a long weekend of elaborate parties surrounding Caroline and Klaus' wedding.

Straight from the airport, she was taken to the Bachelorette party and so the fun began. And it was a girly extravaganza. Everyone knew that Caroline's parties were to be remembered for centuries if not millenia.

The next morning, Elena woke up with a big hangover. A song still banging in her head from the night before. She realized she was in Caroline and Klaus’ new house, but at that moment all she wanted to have a shower and check her messages and coffee. A double mokkachino

As she got ready and made sure all was fine with her daughter, she ventured down to find the kitchen. She could hear someone shuffling some papers and as she got in the kitchen, she stood still as if she got trapped in some strange vacuum space.

"Elijah?!"- she let out in a half breath.

"Elena! Hello there!"- he said giving her a little smile.

Elena stood like someone had completely taken her whole being from this plane and entered it somewhere in a hazy dream world, and yet it was a reality that kicked her like the ice storm. And if she was to come back a 1000 times and it would always be the same.

"Hello"- she uttered with a mental gulp.

"Morning, love!"- Klaus said to a very groggy Caroline, who had just opened her eyes, still not clear if this was reality or dream.

"Mornin’"- she uttered faintly rubbing her eyes. Then as if stung by bee she sat up all in panic.

"OMG!!"- she said getting up looking for her robe.

"What's up?"- Klaus looked at her aaonished with her sudden frantic behaviour.

"What's up??!!"- Caroline looked at herself in the mirror- her make up was smudged and her hair all fuzzy. She rushed to the bathroom to take it off, she clued Klaus in on why she had gone slightly mad-

"I totally forgot that Elijah had come to stay with us last night!"

“Yes - so?”-Klaus looked at Caroline gone out.

"Ok, ahm- well, it's Elena"- Caroline now told Klaus why she was so flustered about Elena meeting Elijah and why she went to Toronto and that all these years she had to keep the lid on everything concerning Elijah as if he never existed.

"She had it that bad??"- Klaus was surprised.

"Sometimes people fall for the unavailable guy and they try to shake it, but it just won't go away"- Caroline said.

"I know that you are terribly romantic and I love you for it, but- I think you are blowing it out of proportion!"

Klaus now took his bride to be by the waist pulling her towards her, kissing her.

Meanwhile in the kitchen

Caroline was right about the impact Elijah would have upon Elena. Seeing him so unexpectedly hit her like an avalanche and her hello was accompanied with a problem in her air supply as if something got stuck in her throat.

She went straight to the counter and finding a glass in the cupboard, she poured herself some water from a water dispenser.

"Are you all right?"- Elijah inquired.

"Yeah, fine"- Elena reassured him after she took a few sips -"just dehydrated- one cocktail too many-it was Caroline's last night of freedom, you know- we let loose-"

"It must have been a really good night!"- Elijah said-"sit down, I will make fresh coffee and scrambled eggs?"

"Yeah, ahm-you don't have to.Coffee is more than enough!"- Elena said.

There he was, being this great guy, considerate, sweet, and the heart she had switched off, screamed at her reason to let it beat again. No. Stop it, Elena. But, I can't. You have to, Elena. Loving him has given you nothing but heartache, remember.

"Here you are"- he served her the espresso and a toasted bagel.

"Thanks"- Elena said-”Ok - ahm - so you are - here - early- though it’s none of my business.”

“Oh, I sold the loft. And haven’t found anything yet. Had to move out, and Klaus and Caroline offered to stay with them- till I buy something.”- Elijah explained as he sat down.

“Right. I am sorry - for having asked -”- Elena bit herself for asking why he was there.

"So, how is Toronto? You just left and forgot that we existed! If it wasn't for Caroline we wouldn't know anything about you?! So, you had a daughter, I hear!?"

Caroline kept him informed-Elena thought. And he cared to keep up with all surrounding her.

"I did"- Elena replied-" she is one and a half"

"Still can't picture you as a mom, I thought that career was everything for you!"

"Not everything"- Elena now said as she took a sip of the coffee.

"Sorry, I just-you were so dedicated to work and having accepted to head Maxwell's legal team. I didn't mean to say that-I put my foot in it!"-Elijah was apologetic.

"Hey- it's fine. I still love my work a lot, and am juggling both. Enzo is a great dad -and we have a nanny, too."

"So, Enzo - I was wondering who would sweep you off of your feet after all"- Elijah said.

As he said that, Elena felt as if there was no oxygen for a moment yet again.

"Enzo and I -we were just together with like no strings and then I got pregnant. He is a great guy, but- that's it."- Elena explained- "Ah,I am sorry, Elijah- I heard about Hayley- ahm- we used to be bffs -but- it just- there is no excuse- I should have called to tell you when Caroline told me - I am sorry."

"Yeah- ahm- thank you."- Elijah said. He moved the plate. And awkwardness descended between them.

Elijah felt that Elena was holding back and he didn't remember her as such. And his instinct told him that it was the talk of loss and grief that would make people become silent, so he changed the subject asking her about Jen and if she had a photo of her.

"Yes- of course- like thousands. Here."- she now opened the gallery icon on her phone and loads of photos of her daughter sprung up.

Caroline and Klaus appeared in a bit and joined in the conversation, gushing over the photos of Jen and then talked kids. Caroline saying she wanted at least three. Klaus was all wide-eyed. They then all teased him. As they finished breakfast, both Caroline and Elena went to get dressed as Caroline said that they still had tones to do till her wedding day on Monday.

In an hour or so, they were out. And as soon as they got out of the house and Caroline now was apologizing for the fact that she hadn't mentioned that Elijah would also be staying at the house.

"I should have warned you, but- it was just crazy the last few days, plus you banned me to talk about him, remember!?"'

"It's fine"- Elena said.

"Seriously, it's fine???!!! You are kidding me, right??!!"- Caroline now ripped into Elena not believing what she was hearing- " It didn't kill you seeing him????"

"Kill? Caroline?!!"

"Right- wrong choice of words! Hey, but you are breathing!! So, you're fine?!? No stomach butterlies? No heart bleeding??"-Caroline continued digging.

Elena stopped, looked at the sky, taking a breath and then looked at Caroline- and Caroline concluded for her friend-

"You are not over him!!"

Elena sighed -"Huh- what is this!? I wish I could cut my heart out and then it would be done or get hypnotized to hate him!!"

"It doesn't work that way!!"- Caroline said.

"Right! This weekend is about your wedding! And that's all we are going to focus on!!"-Elena said decisively.

"Elena, you're shutting down again!"-Caroline nearly screamed at her.

"I hope they still have those yummy doughnuts with caramel topping!"-Elena said and now carried on walking. Her phone rang and it was Bonnie, who was already waiting for them in their favourite café.

Caroline was fuming inside because of Elena's resolve, but there was nothing she could do at the moment. They had always respected each other's wishes, even though they were not in agreement with it at times.

And the weekend carried on with the grand Mikaelson family dinner with other of their friends and collegues. Elena and Elijah acted as friends, as they always had done when she still tworked for the Mikaelson's. It was Caroline who now started plotting with Bonnie how to break Elena's defences. She was happy and she felt the need to make two people she cared about be happy too.

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That evening

"Here is to you surviving the Mikaelson dinner- do you know that this now makes you family?!"- Elijah said to Elena handing her a glass of champagne.

"Really? How?"- she took the glass off of him.

"You are the Maid of honour!"- Elijah said.

"I didn't know this makes us family?!"- Elena chuckled a bit. Inside she was burning with thousand knots making her stomach churn. She wanted to escape and not move away from him ever - all this was playing like a mad tug of war in her heart.

She didn't want to get drunk, as she knew she could not trust herself with him. She put the glass away after a tiny sip.

"So, can I see your speech?"- Elijah said.

"My speech? Isn't that your responsibility?"- Elena shot at him.

"Yeah, and I am stuck with it- I wish he asked Kol to be his best man- all this just brings memories"-

"Your wedding- you must miss her, especially on occasions like this"- Elena then said.

"No.- Elijah said somewhat in a cold manner which came across a tad bit unusual. Elijah sipped the champagne down and then put a strange sour smile on.

Instinctively, Elena put her hand on his arm as if she understood the raging mix of emotions that were underneath the pleasant self-assured exterior.

He looked at her and the look streamed unrest but a dear familiarity saying that she knows the way he feels and that she was there for him.

and then Elena's phone rang and she pulled her hand away now looking at the display-

"Enzo-"- she said- "I have to take this"- and she walked away so she could talk.

Elijah stood looking at her as she walked out onto the balcony. Rebekah was not far seeing the moment Elena and Elijah shared.

"Flirting with the maid of honour- I saw you- don't deny it- "- Rebekah teased.

"Who is denying it"- Elijah said back at his sister.

"Oh! Really?”- Rebekah smiled-”Good for you.”

“We have always been- friends. She never really saw me as - you know. She was always into bad boys with motor bikes and leather jackets. I am not her type.”

“Oh, please. If we put you in a white T-shirt, jeans, and leather jacket - she would not know what hit her.”

Elijah now smiled at his sister- “What is this? Since when do you play match-maker?”

“Since I saw the way you looked at her”- Rebekah said-”You are so into her.”

“Don’t do anything. I warn you.”- Elijah said to his sister as he knew what she was like.

“Oh, come on, Elijah. Caroline said that she is available.”

“And lives in Canada.”- Elijah now said-”and - I just don’t know - just let it be, all right?”

“Ah, all right.”- Rebekah puffed away, and as Stefan Salvatore now stopped dancing with Lexi Branson, the blonde Mikaelson now trailed off to grab him for the next dance.

Elijah sipped away his Champagne and now went to the balcony, finding Elena having finished her conversation.

“Everything all right?”

“Yes. They lost Mrs Cuddles in the park and Jen was playing up, not wanting to fall asleep without it.”- Elena replied.

“That’s a major crisis.”- Elijah said.

“It so is.”

“I hope there is a good substitute.”- Elijah now asked,

“Enzo went to buy the same teddy, but, unfortunately, nothing can beat the Original -”

“So, that’s it? Is there anything that console her?”

“I am afraid not.”- Elena said-”but - life does that and - she will have to somehow get over it.”

“You are harsh.”

“No. Just realistic.”- Elena said-”There is one remedy. Enzo will play her favourite lullaby on his guitar till she falls asleep.”

“He plays a guitar - “- Elijah now said taking another glass of Champagne from the waiter that just by.

“You played a piano once - at the Christmas party?”- Elena now remembered.

“Yeah, I did. You remember that?”

“Yes. You were good.”

“I don’t know. Must have had too much Bourbon.”- Elijah said.

And as they walked now slowly back in, a woman now came rushing towards Elijah, and taking hold of his hand.

“Sorry, but - we need you to referee this.”

And she dragged him now away, leaving Elena behind. She could see him shrugging his shoulders as - sorry, but Elena waved it off as ok. Being joined now by Bonnie and Damon, she tuned to them.

“I am tired.”- Elena now said and asked them if they would drive her back to Caroline’s house.

********

A few days after

Elena put her headphones on as the plane took off. She closed her eyes and only one picture kept repeating in her head.

Flashback

"Dance?" - Elijah asked Elena after Klaus and Caroline finished with their wedding dance.

She accepted hand and they walked out to the dance floor.

"Everything all right?"- he asked.

"Yes. Why?"- Elena gulped a bit as she felt his hand sit on her back making her tremble a bit.

"It feels like you are miles away- is little Jen all right?"

"She is fine."- Elena replied -" just-" she now looked at him and stopped moving away from him- "feel sick- Sorry-" and walked away from him.

He was stunened for just a milisecond and then walked after her into the garden.

Elena rubbed her forehead a bit. Why could she not keep her emotions at check, she was mad at herself. The heart, she thought was ice, thawed the moment she saw him standing in the kitchen greeting her warmly. Him calling her name now brought her back from her thoughts. He gently touched her arm saying - "Shall I get a medic?"-

Elena turned around - "No,no- I am better- I don't know what happened- just felt faint- probably cos I hardly ate anything today"- she invented.

"Oh, we will soon remedy that. Let me get you a plate full of canapes at least for starters"- he said and disappeared.

Elena wanted to disappear herself. Bonnie had noticed them walking away and now came to Elena asking her what had happened. Elena reassured Bonnie that nothing major was happening and that she should not worry and go back to the party and as Elijah returned with a plate of food, Bonnie left them as it was clear that those two needed time to themselves and that they had to deal with emotions jumbled up. Caroline often said that Bonnie had witchy powers as she could see things noone could.

Elena took some of the food and seemed to relax a bit.

"Thank you so much"- she said-"but, seriously, you don't have to stay with me."

"You are the maid of honour -it's my duty to look after you"- he joked.

"Oh, really?"

"Caroline said so, and -"

"Caroline?!"- Elena interrupted him.

"She is the bride and you do as she says-it's her day"- Elijah continued-

"What else did she say?"- Elena said slightly peeved off.

"Nothing much-"- Elijah said casually, but Elena knew now that Caroline must have added something more.

Elena stood up declaring she was perfectly fine again and that they should return to their maid of honor and best man duty. Elijah followed her back to the party and she carried on being the exemplary maid of honour concentrating solely on that. As they saw the happy married couple leave for their honeymoon, Elena was ready to go as well.

"Right, ahm"- she turned to Elijah-"I am heading off- just wanted to tell you that it was great seeing you again."

"The pleasure was mine"- he said cheerfully-"I hope you will not continue being a stranger-"

"No"- Elena slipped.

"You owe me a dance!"- he continued.

"I guess I do"- Elena replied-"well, see you"

And then they both with yet again enveloped with awkwardness stood like enchanted in the moment and by the power of some strange force they neared one another. But both stood like frozen.

Elena now stepped back - “Ahm - bye”

“Bye”- Elijah slipped and Elena turned and walked out into the night as if midnight struck and she had to float away like one of the fairy-tale characters.

Elijah was left gazing in the night. His heart bumping a beat like it did the night they nearly kissed so many years ago.

On the plane back to Toronto, Elena played all the scenes of their meetings together. Her heart was in bigger turmoil than before. "Elijah-" she whispered to herself-"damn you!"

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benhardy-1 · 5 years

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PA Nightmare Ben Hardy x Reader

Sorry it took so long, I’ve actually had it written for a day or two 😅

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5/Day 17 continues

Three hours later you and your best friend are dressed in your fanciest clothes. She’s chosen a small black dress that doesn’t leave much to the imagination and you’re wearing a silver dress with long sleeves and a low back. You both took an Uber to the address that Joe texted you earlier. The house was definitely not what you expected. You could hear the music blasting through the windows.

“It’s a kind of magic,

There can be only one,

This rage that lasts a thousand years,”

Of course they were playing Queen. You and your friend walked inside the party and you found Rami dancing with a small group in the middle of a living room that you swore was the same size as your whole apartment! You wandered through finding the drinks and bumping into several coworkers you recognised. You made small talk with them as your eyes scanned the rooms looking for Ben.

“Y/n! You made it! Ben was certain you wouldn’t come! You look amazing!” Joe shouted grabbing your arm gently. You twirled around showing him the full outfit,

“Thank you! Of course I came, gotta support you guys right!?” Joe just laughed,

“Who’s this?”

“Oh this is my best friend, y/bff/n.” You smiled, shouting over the music and shoving your friend towards him.

“I’m Joe, it’s lovely to meet you!” He beamed, his eyes slowly taking in her appearance. You knew men tended to gravitate towards your friend more than they did to you.

“Oh! It’s so lovely to meet you! Is this your house?” She flirted, placing her hand on his arm.

“Oh no this is Rami’s house. My house pales into comparison to this castle!” You both laughed in reply. “Come with me ladies, let’s do the rounds. I couldn’t think of two more attractive ladies to come with me!” He put his elbows out for you both to slip your arms through as your best friend winked at you. He dragged you both around for what felt like hours and you politely met everyone, and you were still keeping an eye out for Ben when a hand tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and came face to face with your friend who pointed slightly and asked,

“Isn’t that your boss…?” You turned to see what she meant to find Ben sitting on a couch with two blondes dangling across his lap.

“Yeah...that’s definitely him…” You began to turn around as he made eye contact with you, and you felt the heat rise up your body and his eyes burnt through your clothing.

“Umm well he’s coming this way...want me to go…?” Your friend asked.

“Do not leave me here alone! Come together, stay together, leave together!” You snapped nervously. She smiled and nodded at you as a hand grab your wrist. You turned lifting your hand as you went and spun around. When he finally let go of your wrist you smiled at him. “Hi Mr Hardy, you seem to be having fun tonight.” Nodding at the blondes as he said,

“It’s Ben. We aren’t at work, and in fact I would prefer you called me Ben at work.” You could see heat rising in his eyes as he winked and added, “I’ve had more fun recently.” You blushed and laughed as your friend coughed next to you, reminding you there were other people around.

“Oh Ben this is y/BFF/n.”

“Nice to meet you, you’re the cruel one with the extensive collection of pictures of me without shirts right?” He smiled at her, barely looking away from you for a second.

“I wouldn’t say cruel, but that does sound like me.” She beamed at him. You watched as the two blondes came over,

“Ben come back and sit with us! We’re bored!” He just waved them off and then asked you both,

“Anyone in need of a drink?” You both nodded. “Well come on then.” He muttered as he grabbed your wrist and took off, you attempted to grab your friends wrist as she pulled away and winked,

“Have fun y/n!” You groaned and rolled your eyes.

You both walked around for a bit, as Ben seemed to find the quietest corner of the party. You finally had a chance to take in his outfit he was wearing black jeans and a collared shirt however the shirt was quite tight and you could see all his muscles move under it as he ran his hand through his hair.

“How are you…? Today was...interesting…” Good god, you’d never get used to his voice.

“Yes I’m feeling much better. And you’re right, today was interesting…” You played with the sleeves of your dress as you blushed before adding, “Should we talk about that...you know...that?”

“I’m not sure it should really matter, do you?” Ben smirked, your brain screamed with thoughts of wiping that smirk off his face. You looked away for a second before seeing a closet door behind you both. Grabbing his wrist you dragged him into the coat room and pushed him against the door to close it. You grabbed hold of the belt loops on his jeans as you stood on your toes because even in heels you were a lot shorter than him. Then you asked,

“Can I…?” As you looked up at him through your lashes,

“Yes. Definitely yes.” He groaned and you could feel the heat rising between the two of you before you planted a kiss right on his lips. Using your tongue you deepened the kiss as he reached up and grabbed your cheeks in his hand and pulled your body against his with the other hand. His hand felt hot on your skin, which only encouraged you more has you could feel his enjoyment rising against your stomach. He adjusted slightly letting you go for only a few seconds. “Take off your heels.” You obliged, removing the heels. Before too long his hands were on your thighs as he lifted you up and pushed your back against the door where he had been seconds before, you could feel him against your panties as he pushed against you and kissed you again as you moaned running your fingers through his hair he moved towards your ear and whispered hotly, “It was pure torture watching you on Joe’s arm tonight.”

“You should’ve found me sooner.” You whispered back nipping at his bottom lip. He kissed and nibbled all the way down towards your cleavage maintain pressure where it counted and you swore the friction was going to get the better of you as he moved a hand up your thigh and down towards your underwear,

“God.” He groaned as he placed a hand against you feeling the heat between your thighs you moaned encouraging him to continue as the door started to open behind you both.

“Hello… are you okay…?” You both leapt as far apart as you could, even in the black jeans you could see the tightness around Ben’s zipper and you were both out of breath and as Gwil fully pushed open the door, he took a quick look at the situation and snapped, “What the actual fuck. Y/n are you okay? He’s not trying to force you is he?” As he reached for your hand and pulled you behind him barefoot. “Ben I cannot believe after everything that happened today you would force her into something she clearly didn’t want. She’s your goddamn assistant for Christ sakes!”

“What!? That’s what you think of me! She came onto me!” Ben straightened himself up and pushed you and Gwil out of the way storming off.

“Is that true…” Gwil asked.

“Yes...I’m sorry, you must think the worst of me. Joe kept feeding me drinks and I think I’ve had to many...can you please help me find my friend so I can go home?” He nodded as you picked up your shoes and followed behind him still barefoot. He grabbed your empty hand and held tightly as you both weaved through the crowds looking for your friend. She was still hanging off Joe’s arm but quickly let go when she saw you.

“What happened?” She asked quickly giving Gwil a once over.

“It’s not his fault. This is Gwilym Lee, he’s playing Brian May in the movie. Can we leave now… please!” You begged and she nodded thanking Gwil for bring you to her. Gwil grabbed his phone out of his pocket.

“I’ll order you both an Uber what’s the address? It’ll be here shortly.” Your friend answered for you as you gripped her arm tightly. Over Gwil’s shoulder you noticed Ben was making out with one of the blondes from earlier. Clearly what had just happened meant nothing to him. Gwil placed his hand on your back and walked you both to the door, when you got outside you both started to shiver and Gwil placed his jacket over yours and your friends shoulders. He put you both in the cab and said, “You can give me the jacket back Monday.” And as he closed the door you burst into tears and explained everything to your friend on the ride home. When you got into bed she stayed with you all night. As you started to drift off your phone buzzed, checking the screen it was a simple message,

“I’m sorry.” It was from Ben. You turned your phone off and fell asleep forgetting completely about the message.

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tinypsychicwaffle-blog · 6 years

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Back to School

08/28/2018

Dear life,

Today I reflect on the fact that moving back in with my mom may have been the worst decision yet. I say may, because I’m at least closer to school and my friends. I have friends now, who’d’ve thunk. I mean, I didn't make them myself so don’t give me too much credit. My sister introduced over a year ago, and I've only recently become close to anyone there. Honestly, I wish the way in which I became close to my new best friend, hadn't been so...horrific. Have I mentioned before that my love and I have been having issues? If not, then here I say so. he did something that I feel I will never tell anyone ever. because of that, I felt lost and without a rock. So, my bff and I are a couple of wierdos who understand each other, and thats how we first came to associate with each other. but when this thing happened, I turned to him for advice. Ok well first I acted out a bit. Drinking, smoking, staying out all night, or out for days at a time. Then I explained to my bff that i was going through something, and that didn’t want to give all the details, but also needed advice and comforting. Thanks to him my love and I were able to resume our relationship and try to mend it.

So why is living with mom feeling like a bad decision? Her idiot step-daughter, who also lives here, is a pain in the ass. I can’t stand her. She’s the type of stupid that thinks the world revolves around them, and the moment you say no to one of their requests they throw a 5 year old temper tantrum. She is all about drama while simultaneously stating that she “hates drama” (insert Taylor Swift verse here). I’m 100% sure shes responsible for my entire backpack full of laptops disappearing, even if she didn’t take them, someone associated with her did. All of my art, writing, photos, and notes are gone. There’s this lingering frustration because of this. I keep hoping the backpack will magically appear somewhere like it was just playing hide and seek. She also hogs the living room like its her house (fun fact, my love and I are actually buying this house from my family because they can no longer afford it and it’s probably the only way we would’ve moved back anyway) and she leaves her daughters mess everywhere. There is constant screaming, crying, drama, noise, and I’m cramped into my bedroom which is my only space in this entire house. So yeah, bad decision.

School started today but I don’t have any Monday classes...so the title is actually wrong, no I’m not going to change it, and yes I realize that this entire entry has been fuck all about school. But I’m a lazy waffle who has no creative imagination at the moment so...

Tis all for today

Waffle

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lilibug--xx · 7 years

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Falling For You

This is a little bughead one shot that @a92vm (my new bff) gave me the idea for ;)

Betty would do anything for a chance to meet Jughead Jones. Which includes standing in the freezing cold rain with a wimpy umbrella she got at the gas station. It was worth it, the way he looked at her and said her name. Like she was the only girl in the world, even though millions knew his name.

Read on ao3 here

I don’t know anything about movie/show production or anything in terms of fans watching/standing around, so just don’t pay too much attention to those bits!

I don’t have a beta reader/am a lazy editor so, all mistakes are my own.

Betty stared at her phone screen for what seemed like forever. Veronica’s text message going unanswered as she processed the words her best friend had sent her. Another ‘ping’ came from her phone and another message from her popped up on the screen.

V: are you in or not B?

Before she could reply another one popped in.

V: I can go without you..

Betty’s fingers flew across her phone at the thought of not being there, missing out, giving her more anxiety than being there might.

B: don’t worry, I’m in V.

She bit her lip, thinking about all the possible scenarios that could play out. She typed out another message.

B: can’t let you make a fool of yourself ;)

She grinned a little. Not that Veronica could ever do that, she was perfectly poised. But anyone could lose their shit around a celebrity. And this was Jughead Jones and Archie Andrews they were talking about.

They were both in New York shooting for a movie they has signed on for, together. Everyone was freaking out about it. They had both been in a show together as children, one that Betty grew up watching, Six Times Goodnight. It was her favorite show, and she loved Jughead’s character the most. When Veronica moved to Riverdale their freshman year they had bonded over the last season of the show.

Things had been quiet after the show for the two actors the girls admired. She supposed they each wanted to experience high school and college normally, having grown up on television and their childhood being quite different than most. They were only a year older than Betty and Veronica, so they had graduated college at the end of last year. They had decided to make a return to acting and they were doing a movie together. It was no secret that they remained best friends from the show. So people were freaking out.

Including Betty and Veronica.

When they found out the movie would be shooting in New York, Veronica instantly took to social media to find out where they would be shooting. She proved to have some excellent connections from living there before her move.

Now they were going to drive upstate an hour to Mayweather Farm which was right next to an old amusement park they were using for the movie. They were hoping to catch a glimpse of Jughead and Archie and maybe get a photo and autograph. Her heart was beating fast and her palms were already sweaty. This was crazy.

Or was she crazy?

She had grown up watching these guys, they had lived normal lives for the better part of six years now. How would they feel getting swamped by a crazy fan?

Betty’s fists clenched, nails curling into the skin of her palms. The sharp bites of pain making her slow her breathing, able to focus on the pain. Her thoughts were cloudy, loud and overwhelming. She was being ridiculous.

She was also very, very attracted to Jughead Jones.

She groaned, falling back on her bed and putting her hands over her face. Veronica liked both the boys, but she had never proclaimed a profound attraction to either of them. Unlike Betty. She was probably going to be the one to make a fool of herself. She had just been kidding about Veronica.

Rolling over onto her side, she thought briefly about doing the homework for the class she would be skipping tomorrow. Quickly dismissing the thought, she decided she’d do it this weekend instead, before the next session on Monday.

She sighed, her eyes closing. How was she going to be able to sleep?

A bubble bath with scented oils and bath salts calmed her for the evening. The scent of vanilla and honeysuckle a cloying mixture that had become synonymous with her. She breathed it in, letting the warm water and steam relax her.

She managed to fall asleep with the thoughts of the vanilla milkshake she was going to treat herself to, after their adventure tomorrow.

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They hadn’t expected the rain. It was normally chilly this time in October, but the rain had dropped the temperature even more. Plus, it hadn’t really been raining when Veronica had come to pick her up. It only seemed to rain harder the further away from Riverdale they got.

Betty was wearing dark jeans with ankle boots and a thick pale pink sweater with a white lace collar. She had thrown her tan, belted coat on overtop but it wasn’t very rain proof. Veronica was dressed in a black dress and high heeled chunky boots. They had stopped at a gas station for her to pull on a pair of thick stockings, Betty’s ‘I told you so’ making Veronica roll her eyes. They had grabbed some snacks and two umbrellas before continuing.

When they got to where the crew had set up shooting they were not the only ones who had ventured out to catch a glimpse. There were other cars and trailers parked in the lot of the park, there were tons of production crew members, with lights and tarps and umbrellas hanging around. It looked overwhelming and it always shocked her how many people were behind the camera of a show or a movie.

Veronica parked the car next to where a group of girls were huddled under their own umbrellas, no doubt with the same intentions.

They stayed in the car a little while, hoping the rain might die off. She was sure the production team was thinking the same. They looked like they were set up under an old shelter littered with picnic tables. But no sign of Jughead or Archie. Veronica was about to break out the binoculars when Betty stopped her and said maybe they should talk with the group of fans to see if they knew anything.

They pulled themselves from Veronica’s car, the cold misty air assaulting them immediately. Their little umbrellas did do much to stop the rain that seemed to be coming down sideways. They did learn however, that Archie and Jughead were in fact here, in their trailers. They had filmed a scene earlier before the rain got so heavy.

Time passed and passed. The girls huddled in a circle together, sharing stories, getting to know each other. Betty found they were actually really nice. They had been here a couple days ago and managed to meet Jughead by himself, so they were looking for Archie today. But so far the only ones that they had made contact with were a couple of extras in the movie and one lesser known actor who played Archie’s father in the movie.

They finally got to see Jughead and Archie when they came out to film about an hour after they arrived. The girls spent several hours watching Archie and Jughead film sections of a scene underneath the shelter. Their characters seemed to be arguing. It was so interesting to watch. She never realized how many times they had to do the same thing over and over and the many angles with which they filmed.

She was in awe. The way they were styling Jughead in the movie, leather jacket and jeans, black combat boots. Hair loose and curly, hanging down in front of his face only for his hands to push it all back. There was definitely no shortage of him playing with his hair. Betty thought about running her hands through the dark strands.

Betty sighed and looked around. She really had to pee. Had for the last hour. She should have went at the gas station.

The girls told her to use one of the portable restrooms over at the edge of the parking lot. It was over near the make up trailers. Apparently the production crew had said it was okay for them to use, since there was only a small group of people watching them today.

Betty walked beside the partition the crew had put up, boots splashing through the water slicked pavement. Her toes and socks were damp, boots probably ruined by now.

She didn’t run into anyone so she was thankful. She managed to use the restroom and wash her hands without incident. She pulled her phone out from the pocket in her jeans, glad that it wasn’t soaked with water. She opened the camera app up and used it to comb through her hair, sighing at her water logged appearance.

She was able to ring a little water out of her hair, and fix her make up with her finger. But she needed a blow dryer. She also needed a heater. And dry clothes.

Betty had stepped back outside, struggling with the cheap umbrella that seemed to have gotten stuck closed. She groaned, hands shaking as the rain pelted down on her as she tried to pry the umbrella open.

“Here, take mine for a sec, “ a smooth voice assaulted her ears and her blood suddenly rushed to her cold cheeks. She looked up, as the rain had stopped pounding down on her head.

Jughead Jones was holding his umbrella over her her head, eyebrows raised at her before flicking down to her umbrella that she was now clenching in her fists.

“Uh, sure..” It felt like she swallowed her tongue. She took the offered handle, their fingers brushing and he frowned as she winced. Her hands were like ice. She held the umbrella up and stepped a little closer to him to hold it above him as well, having to lift her arm up higher to account for his height. He had taken her umbrella from her and was working on trying to get it open.

“So, I’m guessing you already know who I am,” he started, the ease of his voice and the fact that he was making conversation with her startling her. She looked up from where she was watching his hands to meet his eyes which were staring at her. She felt her cheeks color.

“Yeah, I do. I’m Betty Cooper. I came with my friend Veronica, we’re really big fans of you and Archie.” She said with a gentle smile, not wanting to overload him.

Jughead had reached a hand up, pushing back the strands of hair falling into his eyes from looking down. He smiled at her and her heart wanted to stop but she pinched the fingernails of her left hand into a fist to distract her thoughts.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Betty. I’m sorry it had to be raining when you came out here to see us.” He tipped his head at her, gesturing out to the pouring rain that surrounded them.

“And cold,” Betty added, scrunching her nose up. Jughead frowned at that, eyes drooping to her outfit. She couldn’t help the flush of heat that enveloped her when his gaze swept slowly over her body.

“Right, again, sorry. I can’t control the weather after all. But I think your umbrella is broken,” he held it out to her, guilty look on his face. It wasn’t as if he had broken it though. Maybe it’s for the fact that she’s still holding his umbrella.

Betty shrugged one shoulder, her smile still hadn’t dropped from when he first spoke to her. “That’s okay, not your fault.” She took it from him and hooked the end over her elbow. “It was really great meeting you. My 11 year old self is ridiculously happy,” she said, brushing some of her wet hair behind her ears.

Jughead laughed, ducking his head, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. The sound was like music to her ears. It was one thing hearing him laugh on a show, or in an interview, but in person? Wow. He stepped a little closer to her when a gust of wind sprayed his side with rain. He looked down at her and she could have sworn his eyes dipped down to her lips for a second.

She must have been seeing things. Surely.

“Well, I for one am glad I can appease your 11 year old self. But what about now?” was he flirting with her? Maybe she was dreaming or had developed a fever.

She stumbled over her words, cheeks flaming red. “I, well, yes. Now is good too. I mean, you’re you after all,” what was she even saying right now?

“I’m.. what, exactly?” he questioned with a smirk down to her and she could feel her mouth going dry.

She parted her lips but nothing came out, she had to clear her throat, managing to squeak out a “you’re ridiculously attractive” as she looked away from him.

Betty felt his finger come up to her chin, pulling her head back to look at him. Her heart was beating extremely fast, blood rushing in her ears. Jughead’s finger was tilting her chin up so she could look him in the eyes and she swore she was about to faint.

“Don’t be embarrassed. That’s a nice compliment coming from such a beautiful girl,” his voice was smooth and tender, lower tone than when he was speaking a minute ago. She swallowed thickly, her lips starting to tremble. She smiled at him though, because he had just called her beautiful.

“Thank you, Jughead,” she finally found her voice, his finger dropping from her chin. He shifted a little closer to her and she could smell the scent of leather and fresh pine.

“Would you take a selfie with me?” the words were out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying. Thankfully he was already smiling at her and reaching his hand out. She pulled the phone from her pocket and opened the camera, handing it to him. Jughead took it from her hands, shifting to stand beside her and slung an arm around her shoulders. He ducked down slightly, fitting them both in the frame.

Betty could barely breathe, but she managed to smile as he snapped a couple of pictures, including a silly one where she was sticking her tongue out at him as he went cross eyed. They ended up taking several more and she was laughing by the time he handed the phone back to her. His arm hadn’t left her shoulder yet.

“Thank you so much,” she bit her lip, chewing on it a little. Her hand fiddled with the edge of her coat. “Could I get a hug? It’s the last thing, I promise.” She couldn’t believe the amount of courage she had scrapped up from the ground for that one. There wasn’t much left.

“Of course, Betty. I’m an amazing hugger,” See? It wasn’t anything special, people probably asked all the time.

Jughead pulled his arm from around her shoulders and turned to stand in front of her. Then she was in his arms. They were wrapped tightly around her, pulling her against his body, their chests pressing together. She tucked her head in against his shoulder, free arm curling up around his waist and squeezing him back tightly. She sighed against him, allowing her eyes to close for a moment.

“Okay, you weren’t kidding,” she murmured into his shoulder. He kept his arms around her as he chuckled, a hand rubbing against her back.

“Only for you, Betty.” He pulled back a little but didn’t detach from her. She lifted her head back to look at him. He was staring at her and she couldn’t read the expression in his eyes. She wondered why he would say that. He leant down, pressing a warm kiss to her forehead. Her skin burned when he pulled away and she shivered in his arms, from the electric tingle running down her spine.

He had noticed of course, eyes glancing down at her. “Are you okay?” She nodded against him and he stepped back, his hands gripping her upper arms. “Tag me in those photos on Instagram, I’ll message you.” She was a little shocked to say the least. She never knew he would be so pleasant, humble. He was just a person, like anyone else she would meet on the street. He took the umbrella from her hands, taking over holding it above them. His smile was something she would dream about, the way his eyes stared into hers.

“Of course, don’t want you to forget about me,” she gave a little nervous laugh.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll be forgetting Betty Cooper any time soon,” he said it with such conviction that she believed him. He said her name like she was the only girl in the world, even though millions like her knew his. Didn’t have time to process his words fully before she realized his clothes must have gotten wet from hugging her.

“I’m so, so sorry for getting you all wet,” she bit her lip, looking down at where her soaked clothes had pressed against him, the dark patches where the wetness had transferred.

“I don’t mind.” His arm wrapped around her again, tightening on her waist as he tucked her against his side, huddling close under the umbrella he was still holding. His little smile and the way his fingertips pressed into her side, she was falling harder than the rain.

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wwecreaturesofdarkness · 7 years

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King Balor

I swear Finn winked at me Monday so this is what happens when I dream about it lol. it became longer than I thought

Warnings: body shaming (done by reader to self), demons, vampires, cussing, smut and fluff I think.

Finn Balor: Demon Reader Seer* and vampire

***a seer is like a shaman. they can talk to ghosts and spirits but they also have like training in all supernaturals (kinda like a Witcher)

Word Count: 2760ish I think.

I sat there at Raw watching everything going on. It was my first WWE event. I had made a shirt to match my best friend so we could be spotted 4th row by our favorite wrestlers. We both were so excited.

“Maybe we can find the boys and get their autographs.” She leaned into me. “I need to see my Sethie poo.”

I smiled. “Demon King in front of me wouldn’t be that bad either.” I laughed.

We sat through match after match, cheering everyone on. The feeling of being in the crowd was amazing. The whole damn show was amazing, but tonight you still felt something was off.

Elias Sampson came out and did his whole song thing. Then suddenly a familiar song hit.

“It’s him!” I yelled, jumping up and down.

There he stood, Finn Balor. He made his way down the ramp and I seemed to be the one in our section who knew the right cues to do the arm thing. I could feel my face form into the biggest smile as he climbed into the ring and confronted Elias. They had a few words and then Elias climbed out of the ring and the area went dark during a commercial break for TV. Finn walked around the ring giving the ‘Too Sweet’ sign to fans.

He then looked directly to me. My BFF nudged my arm wide eyed and grinning. Part of me wanted to ignore it, there are hundreds of people around he could stare at anyone, the other part of me was screaming that he noticed me.

Then he winked and smiled nodding to me. His body turned away from me as I felt an arm grab me.

“OH MY GOD HE WINKED AT YOU!!!” she was screaming in my ear.

“Nah, there’s a lot of people over here, it had to be someone else.” I shook my head, trying to reason through what just happened.

We didn’t bring it up again. We watched the show, she saw Seth Rollins and we both gathered our things right before the dark match. Dean’s music hit and I felt a tap on my arm.

“Ma’am, please come with me. You too.” A security guard pointed to me and my BFF. “Someone has requested to see you.”

We looked to each other and nodded following his lead to the back stage area. We walked passed a few superstars, both of us in awe, until the guard stopped.

“This one wants to see you. I’ll take your friend to catering.” He opened the door and pushed me inside.

I waved at her confused as she followed him down the hall. I turned to see the room was dark. The shower room light was on; giving just enough light for me to see this was a private locker room. I could hear the shower running so I sat on the sofa in the corner of the room.

‘Who would want to see me?’ I thought.

“I would,” the Irish accent startled me.

I was so deep in my thoughts I didn’t hear the shower turn off, I never thought this would happen.

“I saw your shirt and I thought it was cool.” He towel dried his hair real quick.

I stood up realizing what was going on. I was in shock and couldn’t find words to say.

“It’s ok,” he smiled. “I knew the guard brought ya in, I was hoping to be outa the shower by then, but here we are.” He tucked the towel around his waist better. “Names Finn.” He smiled. “But clearly you knew that.” He pointed to my shirt with ‘Balor Babe’ across the chest in fabric paint.

“(Y/N).” I nodded. “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”

“Only my demons call me that. Finn is fine.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Demons?”

“Ya think this Demon King thing is fake? Oh no love.” He smiled.

I didn’t have to wrap my head around it. I knew demons were all too real. I knew the supernatural things well. As a seer I was confronted by these things on a daily, but the Demon King himself was something I was not ready for.

“I understand.” I nodded.

“Ya have the gift don’t ya?” he slipped a shirt on. I couldn’t help but slump when those perfect abs got covered up. “I knew there was something special about ya. I could feel ya in the crowd. I could feel your power.” He was now standing in front of me. “Do ya feel mine?”

All my training was for a moment like this. ‘Tread lightly around demons, they use your words against you’ I thought.

“I’m not using anything against ya�� he smiled. “Unless ya want me too.”

“Get out of my head.” I tried not to sound upset.

“Ya got a Balor Babe shirt on, I’m drawn to ya, and you’re clearly drawn to me. It’s like an invite.” He leaned closer and whispered. “I bet ya dying to see me. Bet ya dream of me fucking ya every night. That’s not a very clean thought for a Seer. Your kind is supposed to avoid me.”

His words sent shivers down my spine. His mouth was so close to my skin. He was right something about him always made me crave to know more, to FEEL more, but I could never act on them.

“Ya know, as a demon, I tell my children to stay away from your kind too. Sometimes we are too much for humans. I normally can smell the fear on them. It stinks, but ya smell different. Ya smell like maybe more than a Seer?” he seemed to question his own words.

“My bloodline is a strong one.” I relaxed.

“No, somethin’ else, love.” He leaned his head back. “Something monstrous.”

No one knew that I had a vampire mother. I kept it quite and the Overseer knew I wanted it that way, so we never spoke of it.

“Vampire huh?” he was now dressed in front of me again. “My favorite type.” He sniffed my hair.

“What do you want me for?” I pulled away some.

“I wanted to meet ya.” He smiled again. His icy blue eyes now black. “I can smell the sexual tension on ya, like I said, I know ya dream of Me.” his hand went up to my cheek and brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “I won’t hurt ya.” He cupped my face.

My training told me to run, but my mind and heart said stay. He brought my chin up and planted a soft kiss on my lips. He pulled back and grabbed my phone from my front pocket of my jeans. He quickly typed in a number and handed it back to me.

“Get back to your friend. Go have dinner do whatever; I’m in the hotel down the road. Text me, if ya want to meet up.” his voice was soft as he opened the door and the guard motioned for me to follow. I met (BFF/N) and we didn’t talk about what happened. We went to grab a bite to eat and talked about everything that happened before we were ushered backstage.

“I met Seth; he’s adorable in person too.” She smiled.

“Great!” I smiled back as we got to her car. “Drive safe ok?”

“Be safe.” She hugged me. “I don’t know what you’re doing, but call me if you need me.” she smiled as she got in her car.

I walked to the end of the dark street. Each hotel looked the same. ‘He didn’t tell me which one’ I thought. I played with my phone before sending him a text. I felt an arm go around my neck the hand covering my mouth.

“Keep quiet and you live. I want your wallet.” The voice was gruff behind me. “Keep your movement slow and I won’t stab you.”

I nodded and slowly reached into my purse.

“Let her go and I won’t rip ya to pieces.” another voice rang behind me.

I was swung around to see Finn standing in front of me. His hands now in fists.

“Oh you going to stop me short shit?” the mugger asked.

Finn’s mouth formed a toothy smile. “Yea, I am.”

He flashed behind us and punched the mugger’s kidneys. I was let go as the man winced in pain. Finn then flashed around him like lighting until he finally knocked the man unconscious. He then turned to me.

“Are ya hurt?” his voice soothed me. I shook my head no, not sure what else to say. “Let’s go back to my room.” Finn’s hand went to the small of my back as he led me to his hotel room.

He opened the door and let me in first. He locked it behind him and turned his attention back to me.

“Seer or not ya shouldn’t walk around a big city at night by yourself.” His voice still soft with concern.

“I texted you, but I was trying to find your scent to find your hotel. It was dumb I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “You have me all flustered from earlier, I’m so sorry. I’m not thinking clearly.” I bit my lip. “Thank you for the rescue.”

“Welcome.” He patted the end of the bed next to him.

I smiled. “So there’s a soft side to the Demon King eh?” I took the seat next to him.

“Well for a pretty girl sometimes there is.” he chuckled. “Don’t let anyone know.” He whispered.

“Secret safe with me.” I crossed my heart.

Finn moved his hand to my face again. He tucked my hair behind my ear again and then ran his thumb over my lips. I looked down trying to avoid his gaze. I could feel my cheeks burning a bright red.

“I know what you dream about, but do you know what I dream of?” he ran his fingers down my neck line stopping at my shirt collar.

“Burning down villages and evil laughing?” I smiled.

“No,” he shook his head trying not to form a smile. “Not at all (Y/N).” he cupped my face with both hands this time and pulled me into a kiss.

It was rougher this time. His tongue flicked my lips asking for admittance which I gladly gave. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me onto his lap. His mouth never left mine until I felt his hands pull my shirt over my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he speckled kisses on my collar bone.

‘Me of all people to be in a room like this with the demon king.’ I thought.

The kisses stopped. “Why wouldn’t I want ya?”

“Stay out of my head.” I raised an eyebrow again to him.

“No, why wouldn’t I want ya?” he pulled back to take me in. “You’re a goddess.”

“Finn you have thousands of girls around the world.” I unwrapped my arms from his neck. “And I’m not exactly the skinniest girl in the world, and I’m sure this is all just a game to you. I’m just another seer.” I tried to swing myself off his lap but his hands dug into my ass.

“Goddess don’t care what the mortals have to say. I’ve had my fair share of women, I’ve had my fair share of true goddess and many of them are not skinny like the world thinks. I’ve seen into your mind in these last few hours, I almost lost my match because you distracted me.” I giggled a bit. “Ive played every game out there, let’s see where tonight takes us before you start thinking the worst.” He pulled me back in again. “Besides you know you want this.” he grinned as he moved my hips making me feel his member between our clothes.

He went back to my collar bone as he finished undressing me. He picked me up and laid me on the bed. He quickly undressed himself not allowing me to look at him too long before he placed himself on top of me. He used his knee to move my legs and position himself against my slit.

“Are you ok with this?” he moved his hand down my thigh as I nodded. He ran his finger up and down my pussy for a moment before stopping on my clit. He made small circles on it watching me slowly come undone by his hand. He suddenly stopped and shoved a finger slowly into me.

“My my look how wet ya already are for me.” he pulled his finger out licking it with pleasure. “Let’s see what happens when I do this.” he pulled my hips into him as his cock filled me. He rocked his hips slowly at first giving my body a chance to adjust to him then all bets were off.

He kept his hips moving at a pace only a god could move at. With every movement I felt myself quiver under him. I felt my body tighten as I moaned out his name. He leaned down and rested his forehead against mine while kneading my breasts in his hands. I clung to his neck as I arched my back and felt myself tighten around him.

“That’s it babe, cum for me.” he whispered in my ear as my orgasm kept coming.

“Finn don’t stop.” I begged in a hurried breath.

“I don’t plan on it.” he lifted me up and pushed me against the headboard keeping the pace still. His mouth found mine and I moaned into him. I wrapped my legs around him trying to keep him as close as I could. I felt myself building up again as I moaned into his ear. His hands clawed my ass as he slowed down and started nipping at me neck.

“Fuck (Y/N).” his mouth searched for mine. “Fuck,” he moaned into my mouth. “You’re so fucking tight, love.” He pulled me on top of him not letting our bodies part in anyway. His kisses became more tender as he laid me on my side still clinging to him.

He lifted my leg up and started pounding into me again, this time hitting just the right spot causing me to scream in ecstasy. We locked eyes for a moment and I realized they were the same black I saw in the alley. I felt myself tighten around him even more as he took my breast into his mouth. He used his free hand to pull me closer to him.

“Balor,” I moaned. “Cum inside me.”

“I thought you’d never ask my love.” He hissed in my ear.

We both gripped at each other, clawing trying to get closer together, our mouths moaning into each other. His cock throbbed inside me as I clenched down on him feeling the rush come over me. He moaned my name in my ear sending me into frenzy.

When we finally both caught our breath and untangled from the sex he pulled me into his chest.

“I don’t want you to dream about this again.” he played with my hair. “You’re going to have it every night.” He kissed the top of my head. “Every. Single. Night. Until you tell me you don’t want me anymore. Even then I will search for you, my sweet, sweet goddess.”

I lifted my head and kissed him. He smiled as I lay back down.

“Is your friend awake?” he smiled. “Call her and ask her to meet us for breakfast, I’m sure she’s worried about ya.”

“She can wait.” I answered while tracing the outline of his abs. “We have all the time in the world, King Balor.”

I could almost hear a chuckle rumble through his chest as he pulled me closer to him.

‘I just had sex with Balor and now he wants me to stay.’ I smiled to myself.

“Damn right you’re staying.” He kissed my head again.

“Stay out of my head damn it.”

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wanted plots & established connections !

ok cool... this rlly aint shit but ! i’ve come up with some ideas (or alex reminded me of a bunch of connections i wrote for an rp that never opened) that i’d be down for. they’re not in order or anything bc there’s a few that could work for a couple different muses so i’ll just list those details after each one. if u see smth u would be down for just ... lmk :P here is my muse list for quick reference. updated w more !!

01. a box of friendship bracelets and low quality selfies from 2009 tucked away in a closet is all that survived a dynamic friendship that fizzled into nothing. as roommates, a & b shared everything – a set of first times included. then, interests they once shared began to change and both felt as if the other was leaving them behind. neither wanted to be seen chasing desperately after someone that wasn’t interested, so they both pretend they stopped caring long ago. (ex best friends, possibly romantic, misery !) paris, aja, arabella or angel for either muse a or b.

02. a & b were in an extremely close relationship for over a year, though their friends often debated the seriousness of it as they seemed to spend every second weekend broken up. heated arguments from friday were always completely forgotten by monday, much to everyone else’s frustration. it all came to an end when a particularly nasty argument forced a to take an abrupt vacation, coming back to find b already dating someone else. (ex romantic, drama n tension. that someone else could be an npc or another muse.) angel as muse a, percy as muse a, tomas as muse a or b, rosie as muse b, or luma as muse b.

03. though they had known one another for months before, a & b didn’t really clique until their first argument. ever since then, the two have held tight to their friendship and even more to their weekly debates. they fight about anything and everything, no matter how irrelevant or ridiculous. occasionally, things will get personal and they’ll go days without talking, but they always end up back on the same couch, ranting over wine and netflix. (close frenemies.) angel, alanis, rosie or zach as either muse.

04. everyone was well aware that a & b had always been partners in crime, many people joking to watch out for the troublesome two. just like siblings, the best friends were often bickering about something, but the frequent fights about a’s selfishness or b’s envy always came to a fast close with a playful punch. of course, there had to be a tipping point. when a heard that b had hooked up with a’s recent ex in their absence, they quickly came to the conclusion that their friendship was done for good. the two haven’t exchanged a single kind word since. (friends turned enemies. same w #2, the ex could be another muse or just an npc.) wes, elizabeth or angel as a. tomas, alanis or luma as b.

05. though they’d never been particularly close friends, a & b knew to turn to each other when seeking something they couldn’t get from those closest to them. just sex, no strings attached. it was the perfect arrangement, until it became clear that a didn’t really care about b’s personal life. b remains desperate to keep the affair secret, while a grows tired of playing it so safe. (oops . cheating plot . muse b would have to be in some kind of relationship w someone else, they could be npc tho.) luma, cici or percy as muse a. elizabeth or rosie as muse b.

06. intoxicated beyond reason when it was made, it’s no surprise that a & b regret a lot of the things on their bucket list. though they can back out whenever they want with no real consequence, neither are willing to be the first to stand down. with some of their tasks being embarrassing and most dangerous, everyone knows to watch out when these two get together to cross another challenge off the list. (dumbass friends always risking their lives for dares) percy, luma, constance or gia as either muse.

07. a & b spend more time together than apart, using expensive wine and room service to fill in the silence between giggles and gossip that should be used to address the elephant in the room: the mutual affection isn’t as platonic as they like to pretend. with their own experiences of romantic feelings destroying important friendships, despite the fact they both feel they are ready to get serious, they can’t help but stress the risk in their minds and wait for the other to make the first move. (romantic !!) natalya, helena, gia or arabella as either xx.

08. few people are lucky enough to find that one person they can count on for anything and everything, that’s why a has grown to resent the other people in b’s life. unaware of the jealousy, b has grown tired of the series of petty arguments that a has been attempting to start with them more recently. of course, the issue being left unaddressed has only added fuel to the fire. a has moved on to underhandedly interfering with b’s relationship in an effort to get their best friend back. (toxic bffship. one can’t handle the other having outside relationships (whether theyre romantic or platonic idk) so they scheme n make issues) luma, elizabeth or angel as muse a. luke or zach as muse b.

09. though they had always been friends, a & b grew especially close at the beginning of last year, often ditching their friendship group to go on their own adventures. on one of their messier summer nights, they slept together. the affair continued for months before they finally agreed to end it, though they only really stayed away from each other due to the fight that followed the conversation. despite their ruined friendship, a & b are forced to work together to keep the secret buried as their group grows more and more suspicious of them. (two people within a squad who went from being friends to lovers to enememes. they cheated on their s/os at the time. even tho they’re mad at each other, they’re still friends with both the exes (or current partners if any of them are still together) so they’re trying to keep their drama secret. the friendship group/partners could be other muses but also npc ? so much easier) luma, zach, paris, helena, ajay or gia as either muse.

10. committed to enmity, a & b have never let their mutual friends get in the way of their hatred for each other. there are very few events they consider important enough to save the argument for later, no strangers to bickering over brunches and formal dinners. though both refuse to give any real reasoning for their beef, everyone has their own idea. a & b grew tired of waiting for the other to apologize for the drama, deciding they’re beyond ever becoming friends. (enemies that are always being forced together by their mutual friends, detailed backstory could be developed) luma, mari, tomas, zach, ajay, helena, angel or anyone rlly as either.

11. always swearing the other was the love of their life, everyone was shocked at the demise of a & b’s very public relationship. though a appeared to deal with this much better than b, moving on to a string of hookups soon after the breakup, neither made any attempt at trying to play civil for the sake of the group. it wasn’t until just recently, when they were forced to be alone together for the first time in over a year, that they began to talk. a warm friendship quickly blossomed, though awkward moments are neither few nor fleeting as unresolved heartbreak hangs in the air. (lovers finally turned friends w a nice touch of angst) luma or zach as muse a. aja, helena or luke as muse b.

12. though a & b often claim that their beef is simply due to conflicting personalities, it’s quite clear that their separate histories with the same people play a huge part in their inability to get along. the extremity of this differs day to day, sometimes acting as frenemies exchanging snide remarks, to full blown screaming matches that secretly entertain those around them. everyone else has come to accept the fact that the two have no interest in forming a genuine friendship. (2 ppl who hate eachother bc of a mutual ex. could be an npc or another muse) tomas, percy, rosie or alanis as either.

13. a & b were quick to become best friends and have never been anything else since the day they met. for them, it’s nice knowing that someone always has their back no matter what goes on in their lives, but the rest of their friends aren’t so fond of them together. others often complain that they’re tired of the two always getting involved and fighting each other’s battles. as life forces them apart more and more often, they’ve begun to wake up to the codependent nature of their friendship. (codependent bffs that need to cool it but just love each other so dang much it ain’t easy) aja, zach or elizabeth as either.

14. a & b were always a ‘will they, won’t they’ situation to those around them, one always being interested in the other at the wrong time. they often joke about all the missed opportunities and behave as if they’re fine just being friends, but with the mutual crush returning stronger than ever before, they know it’s only a matter of time before they have to sacrifice either their friendship or their other relationships. (right there . a will they/wont they kinda relationship. one or both would have to have a lil smth going on w/ another muse or npc for the drama) constance, rosie, arabella or ajay as either.

15. after the demise of a long relationship, a began hooking up with b. the agreement was that they’d be friends with benefits and nothing else, b even writing up a list of rules for a to abide by. unsurprisingly, it didn’t last long before a was falling hard for b. no real interest in a relationship with the other, b cut a off completely. a had no choice but to attempt to move on. since then, a has never attempted to play nice with b, who so coldly broke their heart. (fwb turned enemies !!) wes, arabella, luke or beck as muse a. alanis, tomas or luma as muse b.

16. when a felt as though all their relationships were falling apart, b was there to comfort them. what was intended to be just a shoulder to cry on grew into a pure and satisfying friendship that exceeds all expectations. people often pressure the two to date and they won’t deny they’ve each had a desire to do so at different times, but they’ve dismissed these feelings as passing crushes. (platonic, fleetingly romantic) wes, aja, paris or zach as either.

17. a & b are about as different as two people can be, proving that opposites do not always attract. a makes no effort to hide the fact that they think lowly of b, while b isn’t afraid to put a in their place. there are a few, rare moments between arguments where they’ll feel bad for what was said and maybe even share a laugh, but this never lasts long before they’re bickering about something else. (negative) rosie, elizabeth, tomas, mari, helena, arabella or percy as a. wes, zach, paris or gia as b.

18. once a realized people always want what they can’t have, they quickly covered up their long-term crush on b and began giving them the cold shoulder. not much time went by before b took the bait, discovering a new interest in a. they’ve been playing this game of cat and mouse for quite some time, though neither are willing to throw in the towel. despite pretending otherwise, a enjoys the attention, but they’re looking for commitment, and they’re well aware that b is just looking for fun. (romantic (kinda)) aja, arabella or helena as a. rosie, percy or luma as b.

19. ‘ride or dies’ is the term most would use to describe a & b. together, they’ve been through more than most people can imagine. surely, you would think, there has to be a line you’d draw, even when it comes to your best friend. a & b, however, are dangerously committed to each other. it doesn’t matter what one says or does, the other will always have their back without a second thought of the consequences. (another pair of dumbass bffs) angel, zach, paris, gia or luma as either.

20. a & b never really got along, always failing to understand what their friends saw in the other. unlike other people within their group, they were always good at remaining civil for everyone else’s sake, but it’s grown increasingly difficult. following a recent blow up, a & b have realized that what they share may no longer be disinterest, both secretly blaming the argument on sexual tension. (enemies that wanna [ b vc ] smex it) rosie, natalya, ajay or alanis as either.

21. it was just luck that a & b ended up at the same resort on vacation years ago, agreeing to make the most of it. somewhere between sneaking out at night and away from their families during the day, the two fell in love. it seemed perfect and a couldn’t imagine anything better, which is why they were so shocked when they got home and b acted as if nothing happened between them and began dating someone else. while a never cried over b, they had an extremely difficult time getting over b. (exes) mari, bobbie, gia or paris as either tbh. cici as b.

22. just because a & b can’t say exactly when and how they wound up in an exclusive relationship, doesn’t mean it’s not important to them. what was meant to be just another fling escalated into something serious quite naturally, though there are some shared moments where they feel as if they’re back to being nothing more than friends. too distracted by their own outside interests to commit to solving these currently minuscule problems, the two risk destroying their relationship. (ppl who are dating but sometimes it seems like they’re nothin more than friends. could be poly!!) zach, luke, paris or aja as either.

23. a & b are always getting accused of being frenemies by those around them, and they’re unlikely to reject that idea, even when they’re together. for as long as anyone can remember, the two have traded petty insults and pressured one another into terrible ideas. still, no matter how bad things get, they continue to spend every other day attached at the hip, trying to get the other into trouble. (another frenemy plot just w more headassary) gia, percy or luma as either.

24. both strong personalities on their own, a & b together are a force to be reckoned with. the two had a strong friendship, always supporting each other, until they both admitted their deepest secrets. when they sobered up, they decided they’d made a mistake, but weren’t willing to talk about it. now burdened with another secret that could hurt others, as well as knowing the other could ruin their own relationships at any moment, the pair have no idea how to act around each other. (basically friends who arent on the best terms rn after finding out each others deepest n darkest secrets which would have to be worked out obviously) tomas, natalya or mari as either.

25. much to their disgust, people are always asking a & b if they are related due to their constant bickering. after dating for years, the two felt they grew to know each other too well, ending the romantic relationship to just be friends. staying true to their word, they have remained incredibly close. whenever one has an embarrassing question or a disgusting story to share, it’s the other they text. they figure there’s no harm done as they’ve already seen each other at their worst. (romantic turned platonic) gia, bobbie, zach or beck.

26. a year ago, a would have done anything for b, believing they had the perfect, fairy-tale romance going on. truthfully, it was almost perfect, which is exactly why b felt the need to screw it up before they got too deep. in the long run, the carefully considered decision to cheat on a ended up hurting b just as much. now that a has moved on and is comfortable in b’s company again, they’ve begin to regret the loss. despite their previous fears, b has become determined to win a’s affection back. (romantic. angsty . whom knows) arabella, bobbie or luke as a. rosie or tomas as be.

27. a & b are described as being a package deal. you get both or you get none, one rarely being seen without the other. the best friends are known to take spontaneous trips without notifying anyone else, sometimes putting them at odds with the rest of their friends, who the two often accuse of being jealous of their friendship. because of their commitment to one another, a’s social life suffers due to b’s preference for staying in and hanging out one on one. while a tries to be understanding of b’s situation they can’t help the feeling of resentment that grows every time they turn down another invitation to stay at home with b. (best friends who have conflicting ideas of fun) bella, alanis, paris, percy or luma as a. wes, zach, natalya or helena as b.

28. a & b have become known for club hopping all night and drinking too much when together, often forcing them to cancel plans with their other friends the day after. because of this, everyone else has grown to dislike the pair’s friendship, but that only forces them closer together. it’s true that all they really do together is encourage each other’s bad habits, but they’re too busy having fun to notice. (again. pals who need to sort their priorities out but will they ? probably not.) luma, elizabeth, percy, cici or constance as either.

29. for years, a & b have been confusing others with their constantly changing relationship status. they will spend a few months in an exclusive relationship, a few months in an open relationship, then a few months apart, only to go back and start all over again. currently on their third month of being together, everyone is watching and waiting for the cracks to show before walking away from the relationship yet again. (break up..make up.. total ..waste of.. time) zach, paris, mindy or gia as either.

30. often labeled as high school sweethearts, a & b have been serious for years. for a long time, the two shared an extremely conventional relationship, both very happy with their situation. however, with their lives changing in recent years, changes to the relationship were unavoidable. both feel neglected by the other more often than not, but whenever an issue is brought up, it only leads to an argument. while everyone else expects the two to get engaged any day now, a & b often question if they still really want to be together. (they dont actually have 2 be high school sweethearts just a couple thats been together ... for a long while n things are getting rough.) arabella, ajay, beck, zach or aja as either. alternatively could be an exes plot n a few yrs after the breakup n i can offer rosie, helena, natalya & luke on top of the others.

31. once close friends, a & b drifted apart when other relationships got in the way. even though they saw a lot of each other following, things between the two have been tense for years. after sharing a kiss in a silly game at a recent party, a & b were able to have a laugh together for the first time in forever. since then, their friendship has been on the mend, but this may not be a good thing. with both noticing some romantic feelings growing them, they suspect that their relationship may come to an uglier end this time. (ex pals turned crushes who truly are not compatible) bobbie, beck, zach or rosie as either.

32. a & b’s relationship is only a few months old, and the two are still very much in the honeymoon phase of things. flashing their pet names and exciting dates on instagram, they’ve convinced themselves that things are perfect. however, a appears to have taken the agreement that things between them should remain as relaxed as possible a little more seriously than b would have liked. a often fails to invite b to certain events and outings, assuming they would prefer not to go anyway. this grates on b’s nerves, who is beginning to feel that a doesn’t spend enough time with them. (a new relationship struggling between being casual n legit) paris, aja, ajay or gia as a. arabella, zach or beck as b.

33. despite already knowing each other, a & b weren’t all that close before hooking up. their friends with benefits arrangement lasted for months before they began seeing other people more seriously. since calling it off, the two have remained incredibly close, leading others to believe that their relationship is more than platonic. (fwb turned just friends but like ... there is potential) wes, angel, bobbie, ajay, zach or rosie as either.

#smoke:wanted #no proofreading we die like men

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wwecreaturesofthenight-blog · 7 years

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King Balor

I swear Finn winked at me Monday so this is what happens when I dream about it lol. it became longer than I thought

Warnings: body shaming (done by reader to self), demons, vampires, cussing, smut and fluff I think.

Finn Balor: Demon Reader Seer* and vampire

***a seer is like a shaman. they can talk to ghosts and spirits but they also have like training in all supernaturals (kinda like a Witcher)

Word Count: 2760ish I think.

“Maybe we can find the boys and get their autographs.” She leaned into me. “I need to see my Sethie poo.”

I smiled. “Demon King in front of me wouldn’t be that bad either.” I laughed.

We sat through match after match, cheering everyone on. The feeling of being in the crowd was amazing. The whole damn show was amazing, but tonight you still felt something was off.

Elias Sampson came out and did his whole song thing. Then suddenly a familiar song hit.

“It’s him!” I yelled, jumping up and down.

Then he winked and smiled nodding to me. His body turned away from me as I felt an arm grab me.

“OH MY GOD HE WINKED AT YOU!!!” she was screaming in my ear.

“Nah, there’s a lot of people over here, it had to be someone else.” I shook my head, trying to reason through what just happened.

We didn’t bring it up again. We watched the show, she saw Seth Rollins and we both gathered our things right before the dark match. Dean’s music hit and I felt a tap on my arm.

“Ma’am, please come with me. You too.” A security guard pointed to me and my BFF. “Someone has requested to see you.”

We looked to each other and nodded following his lead to the back stage area. We walked passed a few superstars, both of us in awe, until the guard stopped.

“This one wants to see you. I’ll take your friend to catering.” He opened the door and pushed me inside.

‘Who would want to see me?’ I thought.

“I would,” the Irish accent startled me.

I was so deep in my thoughts I didn’t hear the shower turn off, I never thought this would happen.

“I saw your shirt and I thought it was cool.” He towel dried his hair real quick.

I stood up realizing what was going on. I was in shock and couldn’t find words to say.

“(Y/N).” I nodded. “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”

“Only my demons call me that. Finn is fine.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Demons?”

“Ya think this Demon King thing is fake? Oh no love.” He smiled.

“I understand.” I nodded.

All my training was for a moment like this. ‘Tread lightly around demons, they use your words against you’ I thought.

“I’m not using anything against ya” he smiled. “Unless ya want me too.”

“Get out of my head.” I tried not to sound upset.

His words sent shivers down my spine. His mouth was so close to my skin. He was right something about him always made me crave to know more, to FEEL more, but I could never act on them.

“My bloodline is a strong one.” I relaxed.

“No, somethin’ else, love.” He leaned his head back. “Something monstrous.”

No one knew that I had a vampire mother. I kept it quite and the Overseer knew I wanted it that way, so we never spoke of it.

“Vampire huh?” he was now dressed in front of me again. “My favorite type.” He sniffed my hair.

“What do you want me for?” I pulled away some.

“I met Seth; he’s adorable in person too.” She smiled.

“Great!” I smiled back as we got to her car. “Drive safe ok?”

“Be safe.” She hugged me. “I don’t know what you’re doing, but call me if you need me.” she smiled as she got in her car.

“Keep quiet and you live. I want your wallet.” The voice was gruff behind me. “Keep your movement slow and I won’t stab you.”

I nodded and slowly reached into my purse.

“Let her go and I won't rip ya to pieces.” another voice rang behind me.

I was swung around to see Finn standing in front of me. His hands now in fists.

“Oh you going to stop me short shit?” the mugger asked.

Finn’s mouth formed a toothy smile. “Yea, I am.”

“Are ya hurt?” his voice soothed me. I shook my head no, not sure what else to say. “Let’s go back to my room.” Finn’s hand went to the small of my back as he led me to his hotel room.

He opened the door and let me in first. He locked it behind him and turned his attention back to me.

“Seer or not ya shouldn’t walk around a big city at night by yourself.” His voice still soft with concern.

“Welcome.” He patted the end of the bed next to him.

I smiled. “So there’s a soft side to the Demon King eh?” I took the seat next to him.

“Well for a pretty girl sometimes there is.” he chuckled. “Don’t let anyone know.” He whispered.

“Secret safe with me.” I crossed my heart.

Finn moved his hand to my face again. He tucked my hair behind my ear again and then ran his thumb over my lips. I looked down trying to avoid his gaze. I could feel my cheeks burning a bright red.

“I know what you dream about, but do you know what I dream of?” he ran his fingers down my neck line stopping at my shirt collar.

“Burning down villages and evil laughing?” I smiled.

“No,” he shook his head trying not to form a smile. “Not at all (Y/N).” he cupped my face with both hands this time and pulled me into a kiss.

‘Me of all people to be in a room like this with the demon king.’ I thought.

The kisses stopped. “Why wouldn’t I want ya?”

“Stay out of my head.” I raised an eyebrow again to him.

“No, why wouldn’t I want ya?” he pulled back to take me in. “You’re a goddess.”

“That’s it babe, cum for me.” he whispered in my ear as my orgasm kept coming.

“Finn don’t stop.” I begged in a hurried breath.

“Balor,” I moaned. “Cum inside me.”

“I thought you’d never ask my love.” He hissed in my ear.

When we finally both caught our breath and untangled from the sex he pulled me into his chest.

I lifted my head and kissed him. He smiled as I lay back down.

“Is your friend awake?” he smiled. “Call her and ask her to meet us for breakfast, I’m sure she’s worried about ya.”

“She can wait.” I answered while tracing the outline of his abs. “We have all the time in the world, King Balor.”

I could almost hear a chuckle rumble through his chest as he pulled me closer to him.

‘I just had sex with Balor and now he wants me to stay.’ I smiled to myself.

“Damn right you’re staying.” He kissed my head again.

“Stay out of my head damn it.”

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