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[cieric-of-chaos]

My favorite writer.....just deactivated :(

#i got a notification of them reblogging stuff... Early morning and then when i click the acc this afternoon....they are gone 😭😭 #I can't do this rn :( i send an ask last night before i sleep...i didn't even get to see the answer #i hope they are doing okay #cieric's nonsense

[thewayofthemandalorian]

all’s faire - chapter two

Pairing: Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Series rating: M

Chapter rating: M

Word count: 4,005

Notes: Chapter two! These two are still very much in the enemies stage of their relationship but there are developments made in this chapter. Thank you to everyone who’s shown their enthusiasm for this fic, especially @lowlights​ and to @ezrasbirdie​ for reading it over. I’m no longer putting “outside” links (AO3/taglist form) in my fics but they can be found in my bio and on my masterlist. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Comments/reblogs appreciated.

Chapter warnings: Swearing, enemies to lovers, medication mention, injury mention, tension, sex mention

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A few, Pero Tovar thought-free, days later, your phone pings with an email notification. Most of your emails these days are shipping confirmations for books you’d preordered months ago. So you are surprised when an email from Pero Tovar pops up on your lock screen. 

Ugh. You’d been having a good day up until now. What did he want with you? A partner to kick some puppies? Someone to yell at sweet old ladies with?

The subject line is Medieval Faire. And, clicking it open, you see it’s addressed to a number of people. 

This note is to inform you that you have been accepted into the cast of the fifth annual summer medieval faire. Rehearsals for everyone are weekly and begin on June 4 at 8am at Lockwood Falls High School in the gymnasium. Do NOT be late. Please find your name and role from the list below. If anyone has any questions, do not hesitate to email me or Will Ballard. 

P. Tovar.

That’s got to be the most joyless “you got the job” email you think you’ve ever seen. Sure, it’s to the point, but can he not use some enthusiasm for once? You see your name below Cassie’s — role, tavern wench. Below your name is Sarah’s, also a tavern wench. And that’s it for the tavern by the looks of things. Unless there’s others that have yet to be confirmed. Or maybe there’s volunteers? Two people seems to be not enough to serve drinks to all the customers that will make their way through. Even on slow nights at the pub you used to work at, you never had fewer than four staff on. 

There’s a number of volunteers at the bottom of the list, so hopefully some of them are allotted to you and Sarah because otherwise it’s going to feel a lot more like work than Sarah and Cassie both said it would feel like. 

You read over the email again, certain the warning against lateness is directed at you. Asshole. At least your niece got in. That’s the important part, that she has fun. 

Getting up from the couch where you had been looking at job postings in a purely hypothetical manner (more for when Tess is more mobile and back on her feet), you check on dinner that’s cooking in the slow cooker — mac and cheese — before looking at your phone for the time; you still have fifteen minutes before having to go pick up Tess at her physical therapy appointment. You’ve prepared a nest for your sister on her bed for optimal comfort — Percocet and water bottle at the ready on her night table in case she needs it. 

Cassie’s due back from school at around the same time that you and Tess will be getting back from her physical therapy appointment. Since it’s almost the end of the school year, it’s crunch time for Cassie. Studying for finals, final assignments, all the fun stuff about school that you absolutely do not miss. Cassie’s a good student, though, on top of everything. You don’t know where she gets it from. Neither you nor Tess were ever ahead of schedule in school, so Cassie must come by it naturally. 

You’re not looking forward to a solid two and a half months of early weekend morning wakeups. Weekends are your sleep-in mornings. Where you roll out of bed at nine a.m. or later. To be honest, you’re surprised that a teenager is doing this willingly. But Cassie tells you it’s worth it. You’ll see about that. 

The alarm on your phone goes off, indicating that it’s time to go pick up Tess. It’s her third physical therapy appointment; it’s been kicking her ass, but in a good way. The therapist is optimistic for a full recovery; your sister was lucky, he said. The break had been clean. 

You drive across the town that you grew up in, the town you never thought you’d relocate to again. Not much has changed in the years since you left, for what you thought was for good. The only difference is that your parents had retired to Florida five years ago. 

Tess is sitting down in the waiting room when you arrive, a slightly pained expression on her face, mixed with utter exhaustion. 

“How’d it go?” you ask as you help her to your car. She grimaces as she buckles herself in.

“Painful. I’ll be glad when I don’t have to come here anymore.” Tess yawns.

“Did the doc give a timeline for when the boot can come off?” Your sister’s been chomping at the bit for the removal of the boot cast since it was first put on. 

Tess shakes her head. “No. Not really.” She sighs. “I don’t think they want to get my hopes up with a false promise.” 

It’s a mostly quiet car ride home; Tess is too worn out to contribute much to the conversation. “I got the part of bar wench,” you tell her. “Cassie’s wonderful and totally not grumpy teacher emailed me today.” 

Tess manages a smile; you’d told her all about Pero Tovar, both after the interview and after the information meeting. Both tirades had been punctuated with huffy sighs and rolled eyes and over exaggerated hand gestures, all on your part. Tess had just sat there, bemused by your passionate feelings towards Cassie’s history teacher. “Don’t contain your enthusiasm for my benefit,” Tess quips. “Try to keep some for Cassie, though.” 

You roll your eyes as you turn onto your street. “He’s just so…” You pause, thinking for the right word.

“Cantankerous? Annoying? Rude? Grumpy? Peevish? Assaholic? Another word that you didn’t use the last time you talked about him?” Tess offers with a smirk.

Pulling into the driveway, you offer her a withering glance as you put the car in park. “Very funny.” 

Cassie is just unlocking the door as you arrive, the timing could not be better. She turns to you with a grin. “Did you get the email from Mr. Tovar?!” she squeals. “We got in! And I’m a lady-in-waiting to Mrs. Garin!” 

You have to pause to remember who that is, a lot of new names and faces swirling in your mind. She comes to you; Mrs. Garin is the petite woman with long dark hair that Pero had talked to at the end of the information session. She’s playing the queen if you remember correctly. You think her name is Lin-Mae. “I did. Pretty exciting isn’t it, kid?” 

Cassie nods, her beam still plastered to her face. As always, her enthusiasm is contagious. You have to remember why you’re doing this. For her. “Can we watch Snow White and the Huntsman tonight?” An odd topic change if ever there was one. “Or maybe some episodes of Downton Abbey? Mr. Ballard and Mr. Tovar said we have to practice our accents.” 

Tess jumps in. “What about your homework? Any assignments left to do?” 

Cassie shakes her head. “Nope. I handed in the last one today. I have to prep for a history presentation but that isn’t until Monday.” She looks a little nervous, recalling what you told her about what Tovar said and you have another flare of annoyance at him that you try to hide.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll make sure you have it down pat. Your mom and I will be your practice audience,” you reassure her. “But for tonight, mac and cheese and Downton Abbey. On one condition: we watch the Robin Hood movie with Russell Crowe as part of our research. It’s close to the time period we’re recreating.”

Cassie tries to hide a smirk. “You mean, the one with Oscar Isaac?” 

Busted.

- - - - 

 On Saturday at stupid o’clock, you pull yourself out of bed after pressing snooze as many times as possible without being late. For some ungodly reason, Cassie is bright eyed and bushy tailed when she meets you downstairs in the kitchen. Tess is still asleep. 

“I think we’re choosing our faire names today,” she says. You yawn again before grunting an unintelligible answer, your motions done by rote. 

Once you’ve had your first coffee, you’re more awake — or at least more willing to pretend you’re awake. You make another one for the road, topping up your tall travel mug. For the first time in a very long while, perhaps ever, you and Cassie are the first to arrive besides Pero and Will Ballard. 

Pero shoots you a look of incredulity. You return it with a questioning glare of your own, as if to say “what?” 

People begin to file in, a slow trickle at first and then a flood of them. It’s a smaller group than last time, since not everyone made the cut. Given how Pero seems to think you can do no right, you’re surprised you made the cut. 

He calls for attention at precisely 7:59:59 a.m. “Let us not waste time in retreading old ground. You all know who Will and Lin and I are and who we are playing. Let us instead go around the room. Introduce yourself using your real name, your chosen Faire name, and your Faire role.” He nods at Sarah to start.

“All right, hi everyone. I’m Sarah Bradford. Most of you know me already. I’ve been with the Faire since the beginning. As always, if you want to find me, I’ll be in the tavern serving drinks as Matilda.” 

Will Ballard nods a welcome back to her. Pero just gives a curt nod in approval. It’s clearly old hat for the two of them at this point; Sarah — Matilda, rather — isn’t introducing herself for Pero’s sake, except perhaps to confirm that she’s using the same name for Faire as she always has. 

You look down at the list of names clutched in your fingers as you listen absently to the others introducing themselves, first with their real names and then their Faire names. Cassie speaks beside you. “I’m Cassie Miller. Um, this is my first year in Faire —”

“Could you speak up a little bit?” asks Pero, not unkindly. 

Cassie nods. “And I’m a lady-in-waiting to her Majesty. And I was wondering if my name could be Clara?” 

“I don’t see why not,” Pero agrees. 

There’s a long pause and then you realize it’s your turn. “Oh. Hi.” You introduce yourself with a smile that has too many teeth, giving a wave that looks ridiculous. Sarah, already a good friend, gives a wave back. “Ummm. This is my first year doing this. I’m going to be a tavern wench with Sarah.” 

“Matilda,” corrects Pero as if you’re stupid. 

“Right, yes. Matilda. Sorry.” 

If Pero stares at you any harder, he’s going to burn a hole in your forehead. “And what’s your name, my dear?” he asks, the use of my dear almost mocking; you ignore it. You say your name and Pero sighs in frustration. “No. Not your real name, your Faire name.” 

“Oh, right.” You almost feel small in his presence. Looking down at the list of names to buy yourself a few seconds of time, you say the first one that crosses your field of vision. It’s a variation of your real name. Sarah hides a grin. Pero repeats it, almost disbelievingly, his voice flat. You can practically feel the tension in the room, all the fun sucked out as soon as he makes clear his disapproval. 

“Yes,” you say, with more confidence than you feel. “It’s period appropriate and I’ll be sure to remember it and respond to it.”   

There’s another eye-roll from Pero. “Glad to see you’ve given a lot of thought and effort,” he drawls flatly. You open your mouth to retort, but he’s moved on to the person standing next to you, evident that you aren’t worth his time or energy. 

Once everyone’s introduced themselves, you make your way over to Sarah, Cassie finding her friends. “Hey,” she says, your Faire name said teasingly. But her expression changes from teasing to one of concern when she sees your grimace. “What is it? Is it Pero again? Don’t listen to him; your Faire name is perfectly fine. He’s just a killjoy,” she says this part loud enough for him to hear. He pauses for a moment as everyone sits down on the mats on the floor for him to give his first accuracy lesson, but makes no other indication that he’s heard. As you sit down on a mat next to Sarah, he shoots you a glance that you miss but Sarah does not. She meets his gaze with a questioning one of her own as if to say “what’s up with you?” 

- - - -

The next few weeks are a crash course in medieval history. It’s all old information, given that history — specifically medieval — was your minor in college. So what if you scrolled on your phone, making arrangements and putting Tess’s appointment times into your calendar while Pero or Will Ballard discussed something that you had written papers and exams on? It doesn’t matter. No one’s going to quiz you while you’re serving them drinks. 

Your accent is more on the side of Eliza Doolittle than Lady Mary Crawley. But it works. And it’s as good as it’s going to get. You and Cassie and Sarah have full conversations using your Faire names in your accents to keep up the routine of it. 

After week four of mostly irrelevant-to-you history lessons, it’s time for costume fitting. Sarah brings a bundle of what look like bedsheets. You lift an eyebrow. “I thought I gave you my measurements?” you ask. 

“You did. Just wait until I lace it all together. You’re going to look great. Wine red or blue?” she asks. 

You look at the colourful fabric. “Ummm… Wine red, I guess.”

“Excellent choice.” Her own dress is green. Across the way, you see Cassie with the other nobility cast members; Lin-Mae is helping her into her own dress, a periwinkle thing. You put on the pieces of fabric as Sarah instructs you to. You’re still swimming in them when you’ve put on all of them. “Now comes the fun part. I would say you’ll get used to it, but, well…” She tugs on the laces.

“Jesus, Sarah!” you grumble.

“Who’s Sarah?” she asks.

Right. You’re supposed to be using the Faire names. “Sorry. Matilda.” 

Just as the dress is starting to have some shape to it, Pero Tovar chooses that moment to come inspect things. 

“How are things over here?” he asks. 

“Just peachy,” you say under your breath. 

He inspects you for a long moment, looking for any defect or thing out of place. Instead of feeling like a bug under a microscope this time around, you defiantly look right back at him. Checking him for any defect or out-of-place thing. He’s let his hair grow a bit, his beard more defined than it had been when you first met him. 

Usually he’s so well put together, but today he looks like he just rolled out of bed. You lift an eyebrow at his slovenly appearance. But, much to your chagrin, he’s still handsome as ever, even when he’s looking more like a slob than you thought you would ever see. You know part of the appearance is for his role of Captain Bastian. You wonder if he and the person playing Gideon are doing more practice after this.

“Everything’s finalized?” he asks. 

Sarah confirms that it is. “Yep. Matilda’s been my Faire name for five years, I’m not changing it now. William gave it to me.” 

The ghost of a smile quirks on Pero’s face; it’s the closest thing you’ve seen to a real smile on him. You find you want to see what a true-blue smile looks like coming from Pero Tovar. You’re sure, though you don’t know why, it would be like the sun coming out on a cloudy day. Jeez. Where did that come from? you ask yourself.  “I know he did,” Pero murmurs. He turns to you, his imitation of a smile gone by the time he’s facing you. “And you?” 

Trying to catch your breath but quickly realizing that it will be fighting a losing battle when wearing this getup so tightly, you say, “Yeah, everything’s fine.” 

He gives you another quick once-over. You can’t tell if he likes you in the dress or not. “Still keeping the name?” he asks, still inexplicably annoyed at your name selection. 

“Yep,” you intone dryly, not bothering to hide your annoyance at his own annoyance; when Sarah and the others had mentioned the name, it had been in a fun, teasing, ribbing kind of way. Pero just sounds as he always does with you. Annoyed. To your surprise, though perhaps it shouldn’t be given who he is, Pero practically snarls at you. 

“Come with me. I need to talk to you,” he spits before turning on his heel and quite literally storming out of the auditorium. 

“What is your problem?” you ask once you’ve reached an alcove for privacy. “You’re more tightly laced than I am and I’m the one wearing a corset.”

Pero actually rolls his eyes. “Are you taking any of this seriously at all?” he demands. 

“What?” you ask. “Of course I—”

“It does not seem that way to me. You clearly don’t give a shit about any of this. From the name you chose to your attitude to the way you don’t pay any attention. You spend more time scrolling your phone than listening.” 

“Okay, listen,” you manage to cut in. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you’ve been making me feel very unwelcome from the very fucking beginning. It’s just a name, okay? I know it’s not the most creative, I know that. But it’s period, I know it, I’m going to respond to it. Do you know where I currently live?” You don’t give him the time to respond, not even knowing why you’re going to tell him all this. “I live in my sister’s guest room. Everything I do these days is either for my sister or my niece. I’m on-call all the time, ready at the drop of a hat. That’s why I’m on my phone all the fucking time, so I can make sure my schedule is clear to do this, making sure that I have all her doctor’s appointments and physical therapy time in my calendar because guess who’s the chauffeur for the time being? Me.” You’re not complaining, you’d do anything for your sister and her daughter, but Pero doesn’t understand just how thinly stretched you are sometimes. “I know all this shit already, backwards and forwards. Because guess what? Not only am I here every fucking weekend on time, but medieval studies was my minor in college. I’m doing this as a way to support my niece who is having the time of her life doing this, so she can get her mind off worrying about her mom, because she’s passionate about this and I want to foster that passion even if it means giving up my weekends to do this and having to deal with you and your grouchy ass; I’m doing this to give Tess some space while she heals so we’re not always on top of each other — it isn’t a big house. I don’t know what your problem is with me, or why you seem to want me to quit, but I’m not going to, so you can give up your little crusade against me. If Cassie stays, then so do I. My internal organs are currently in a death grip in this getup and will be for six weeks. If none of what I just told you  indicates that I’m taking this seriously I don’t know what else to tell you. And another thing; if I go, you’re down half your barmaids. So I’m actually doing Sarah and you a favour by not dropppng out, even when you make it so fucking tempting.” You fix Pero’s hard glare with one of your own, refusing to break eye contact. You mean business, refusing to be cowed by this man. If he doesn’t respect you, you’re going to damn well make him.

Pero’s eyes flare and he holds your gaze for a long minute in a staring contest, a game of  chicken, both of you unwilling to be the first one to flinch. Eventually, though, after a long minute of staring at each other, his jaw set and his brow furrowed, Pero is the first one to look away; your diatribe seems to have set in and his face softens, softer than you’ve ever seen it before and likely softer than you’ll see it again. 

“Family is important,” he murmurs, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it before, softer than you’ll likely hear it again. He has a faraway look on his face for a second before he remembers where he is. “It’s fine; you’re fine,” he says. It isn’t quite the ringing approval that you were half-expecting, but from Pero it’s practically high praise. And then he says the second most shocking thing all day. “I’m sorry.” 

Wait, what? You blink, not quite believing your ears. Surely you’ve stepped into Wonderland if you’re hearing Pero Tovar apologize. “What?” you sputter. 

Pero sighs, his jaw setting again. This is clearly a difficult topic of discussion for Pero. “This time of year is hard for me. Especially this year because…” He sighs again, changing his mind. “It doesn’t matter. But it is not fair that I have been taking it out on you.”

“No, it isn’t fair,” you can’t help but say, almost reproachfully. “But I appreciate you saying it. Thank you.” 

He gives you one last lingering look, a look you can’t quite put your finger on, and then he lets you go in a shared baffled silence. Sarah shoots you a questioning glance as you return to the auditorium, but you don’t say anything pertaining to your, quite frankly, bizarre interaction with Pero just now.

“Is he always like that?” you ask Sarah as she unlaces your dress enough for you to slip out of it, leaving you in your casual street clothes underneath; you neatly fold the bedsheet that is a dress and tuck it into your bag. “So uptight and intense?” 

Sarah shrugs. “He’s always been intense, but you seem to bring it out in him.” 

“Tovar just needs to get laid,” says a tall, burly guy coming up next to you. Dan, you think his name is. He’s playing Gideon, the lawman who is Tovar’s enemy in the context of the Faire. You snort at his assessment. “It’s true, the man’s practically been living like a monk for the past four years. And no, Daisy doesn’t count; they lasted all of five minutes,” he says when Sarah opens her mouth to protest. “He just needs to get laid,” he repeats, “might let out some of that pent up tension he’s got.”

Sarah pouts. “You guys need to be nicer to Pero,” she says, more to Dan than you. “You know it’s hard on him. He hasn’t been the same since William’s been gone.” 

You don’t know who this William is, or why he left, but whoever he is, he’s clearly important to the bunch of them. Though you fail to see what his leaving town has to do with anything.

“I promise, Pero will grow on you. Just give him time and get to know him and you’ll see, he’s just a big softie,” Sarah assures you again. 

You suppose you’re just going to have to take her word for it, even if Dan doesn’t seem to share her conviction. As you glance in Pero’s direction, you see that he’s chatting with a couple of other cast mates. You don’t know what troubles you more: the fact that he doesn’t deem you worthy to share his friendship with, or that it bothers you as much as it does.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

More than just a game

Warnings: dark elements including noncon and rape, oral, fingering, doxxing, stalking, and other explicit content. 

This is dark!Jake Jensen and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find a new gaming buddy but he sees you as more than that.

Note: So this is my first Jake Jensen fic and it was lots of fun so let me know what you think and hope you enjoy. :D

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Special shout-out to @navybrat817​ for helping me with this idea

After too many nights scrolling through subreddits and searching for something to keep you distracted, you decided to bite the hook. Several other redditors agreed to hop on Minecraft and it had been a while since you logged in. You missed the almost relaxing ritual of mining and building.

You joined the chat, quick to hit the little microphone emblem as you listened to the voices in your headset. You learned long ago to keep your mic muted on the servers, especially with strangers. The last time you dared to speak up as a woman in a game chat, your DMs had become so overwhelmed you deleted and started a new account on Discord and changed your ID on Steam.

You were all given your tasks as players called out coordinates and you kept to chopping up the side of a mountain. You mostly worked alone, chatting through text instead of voice chat. As you placed a crafting table in your little mine, another player, JJ-Smooth, popped up and dropped some iron for you. 

He stayed close but you didn’t mind. A lot of players tried to work together the deeper they got and you were used to it. As you uncovered some lava, he dumped water before you could get burned and helped you hack up the obsidian. 

He thanked you on the voice chat but you knew any courtesy in return would earn you the attention of the entire server. So you dropped some gold for him and went on your way.

“I hear a zombie,” he warned.

You turned to hack up the undead before it could get you, only to be shot by a skeleton hidden on the next level. Another appeared and you died before you could hide, the bony villain killed by your ally as you watched your possession scatter over the death screen.

“Hey, I got your stuff,” he said as you loaded back up, “I’ll find you.”

You typed quickly in the chat, ‘sorry, mic busted, give me your coordinates and I’ll come to you.’

You waited as ‘JJ-Smooth is typing…’ appeared at the bottom and finally he sent the numbers. You hopped over the blocky hills and through the forests until you found the mine again. He was just outside and handed over all your tools and ration. He headed back into the mine and you followed him. This time, you began your own path in the opposite direction.

Before you knew it, you’d lost track of time. You sat back as you realised it was only you and JJ on the server. The silence should have tipped you off earlier. He was the host and you felt super awkward for staying so long. You typed that you were logging off for the night and thanked him. 

You hit the keyboard with your knuckle and yawned as you opened the screen, 

“God, it’s late,” you muttered.

“Hello?” he said.

Your eyes rounded as you looked at the mic symbol and the lack of red line made you cringe. You’d hit an extra button without noticing.

“Um, hi, sorry, I just--”

“Mic busted, huh?” he asked.

“No, I--” you didn’t know what to say, “anyways, I should--”

“So, you’re a chick? Is that why you mute?”

“Uh, well, it’s just… easier, sorry, I--” even if you weren’t trying to hide from gamer dudes, you weren’t the best at conversation.

“A gamer girl, nice,” he said and you sighed, “sorry, that sounded weird, didn’t it?”

“Mhmm,” you touched your bottom lip as you cupped your chin, “it’s late, I have to work tomorrow.”

“You comin’ back?” he asked, almost hopeful.

“I don’t know--”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said abruptly, “promise, lips sealed.”

“I really don’t know if I can do this too much, I usually work early mornings so… yeah,” you said.

“I get it but you know you’re always welcome, hope you don’t mind if I send you an invite now and then. No pressure,” he offered.

“Uh, sure,” you shrugged, “okay, yeah, good night.”

You left the chat quickly and pulled off your headset. Shit.

‘I’m Jake by the way,’ a pm popped up, ‘gg.’

You typed back, ‘gg, it was fun’ and quickly logged out. You sat back and rubbed your eyes. Well, he didn’t seem like a total creep, maybe just a bit awkward but so were you. You shut down for the night and stretched out as you switched off the lamp. You were going to pay for your session in the morning.

🎮

A few nights later you got an invite to the server. You debated it but as it was Friday, you decided to make good use of the PC you’d saved up forever to build. You spawned in the middle of nowhere and built a bed before you found the half-finished settlement. You joined the chat but you must have been early as you were the only one there.

You headed back to the same mine, some work done since the first night, and laid your torches as you ventured into the depths. You jumped in your seat as a voice broke your peace.

“I don’t think anyone else is gonna join,” JJ-Smooth, or Jensen said, “you think maybe you’ll unmute?”

You stopped your mining and stared at the screen. You hovered over the mic button and re-read his name, he was the only other one there. You clicked and gave a strained smile to the screen.

“So, um, what’s the goal tonight?” you asked.

“Get some materials and go back to the settlement, keep building, oh, maybe we could try a portal, you ever gone to the nether?” he said but before you could reply he kept on, “shit, I shouldn’t assume, you seem like an experienced player.”

“Yeah, a few times, but I’m more a casual miner,” you went back to harvesting stone and ore.

“Ah,” he said, and it was silent for a moment, “so, you work again in the morning?”

“Not tomorrow,” you said as you focused on the game, “daycare isn’t open on the weekends.”

“A daycare, huh? That sounds fun, I love kids… not in a weird way but you know, I… urgh, I have a niece,” he said with a nervous chuckle, “nah, that’s cool though, sounds more fun than my gig.”

“Oh?” you turned and kept your axe moving.

“IT. You know, some people would be like ‘hey Jensen, why do you spend all your free time staring at a screen when that’s what you do at work?’” he scoffed, “well, who says I’m not mining there too.”

You wrinkled your forehead and gave a small laugh. He was rambling and it was kinda odd. You were happy for once not to be the strange one.

“But anyway,” he said, “I found lots of diamond over here. If we get some lapis lazuli we can build an enchanting table and get some sick armour.”

“Awesome,” you pressed your fingertips to your lip as you leaned on your elbow, “should try to head back before dark…”

“Hard to tell down here. How about you mine and I’ll keep an eye out for monsters?” he offered.

“Sure,” you agreed as he came onto your screen, “that works.”

🎮

Another week went by and you ventured back into the server a few times but not for very long as late nights did not mix with young children. The next weekend, you joined again on Saturday night and like the last few times it was just you and Jensen. You wondered why no one else was joining when the subreddit was so popular but you didn’t worry about it for long.

You mostly played in silence, Jensen did most of the talking and it was never about anything more than the game or his niece’s last soccer game. That night when you left the game, he kept typing on Discord.

‘I like playing with you,’ his message blipped up.

‘Same, thx.’

‘Really, you’re awesome.’

‘Thx :) Tired, gotta sleep.’

‘Sweet dreams.’

‘Night.’

You changed your status to offline and dragged yourself to bed. You opened your phone as you laid in the dark and went to the subreddit, you scrolled through the builds and screenshots of other people’s catastrophes. 

You came to Jensen’s last invite post from that night but all the comments complained that the world code was incorrect. Hmm, you should tell him next time.

You blackened your cell and plopped it on your night table. You rolled over and buried your face in the pillow, the light still etched into your vision. You fell asleep quickly and woke the next day to another invite from Jensen.

‘How about some Fortnite? If you’re into it?’

‘Srry, can’t, my mom’s expecting me for lunch.’

‘2 bad, maybe later.’

‘Maybe’.

You got ready to go see your mother for your usual Sunday afternoon visit and it went by like any other. When she asked you what you’d been up to, you didn’t mention the gaming, she was never a fan of it. When you got back home, Jensen was messaging you again. You didn’t open the notification and settled in to catch up on some streaming before another week of work.

Monday hit you like a train and you were glad you hadn’t spent the night mining again. If you had, you doubted you’d even be able to open your eyes. You got to the daycare centre and welcomed in the kids. You got them set up for the morning snack then cleaned up as Sandy took them over to the reading circle.

You wiped the tables and then did some painting before you went out for some play time in the yard. As you watched several of the children on the swings, you glanced around. There was a man across the street. You squinted through the chain link as he seemed to be watching but assured yourself it was nothing as he quickly headed for the corner and disappeared.

Inside, the kids were due for quiet time, some napped and those who didn’t, stared at the ceiling and yawned. You could have joined them but knew that wouldn’t be acceptable. The end of the day came and you helped the kids pack up their paintings and their sweaters. You waited in the yard with them as the parents showed up and handed them off one by one.

You waved to Danika as she clung to her mother and your eye was once more drawn beyond the chain link. The same faded grey jacket, the same glasses, and the hat with the frayed brim. It was a better look at the man. Was he looking at you? Why on earth was he hanging around outside a daycare?

“Sandy,” you turned and lowered your voice as she neared, “see that man?”

She peeked over and shrugged, “which one? The guy crossing the street?”

You looked up again and like before, he was walking away casually as if he hadn’t just been staring through the fence. You shook your head and huffed. “Sorry, never mind.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” she waved her fingers, “come on, let’s clean up.”

With the kids all sorted out, you went back in and tidied up the last of their mess. You and Sandy were friendly but like with any, you weren’t very talkative. You never really knew what to say but you were never unkind.

You pulled on your jacket and checked your purse for your phone and wallet. You checked the time and turned off the lights. You bid Sandy goodbye as she headed for her SUV and you took your usual route down the sidewalk towards your bus stop. 

You stopped short as the man was there. You were paranoid, he must just be waiting for the same route. You approached and he turned to watch you as you sat on the bench. He smiled and the dread sank deep in your chest. 

His rectangular glasses gave light to his blue eyes and a goatee trimmed his jaw. He was tall and well-built, you could tell even under his comic book tee. He was going to talk to you, another weirdo in the city.

“Hey,” his voice was chillingly familiar, “how was your day?”

You stared at him and blinked cluelessly. You looked around, it was only the two of you. You opened your mouth but you had to be wrong. He said your name and you winced.

“Jensen?” you breathed as you stood and squeezed the strap of your bag, “why? How--?”

“You weren’t answering me, I was worried,” he said, “just making sure you’re okay.”

“What the-- I don’t understand how--” He stepped closer and you backed up against the bench. “Don’t, I’ll scream.”

“Scream? Why? I’m just-- You know me, it’s me, Jensen.”

“You doxxed me?” you snapped, “what the hell?”

“No, I didn’t-- I’m just checking on you--”

“I don’t know you,” you said as your heart began to race, “so please, leave me alone,” you edged away from him, “and don’t message me again.”

You sprinted across the street and as you came up on the curb, you looked back at him. He watched you but didn’t follow. You could tell from there he wasn’t happy but the brim of his cap shadowed most of his face so you couldn’t guess if it was hurt or anger. You quickly spun away and continued down the next street to the nearest stop.

You couldn’t believe he’d just shown up like that. You couldn’t believe he would think that was okay. You couldn’t believe he’d think that much about you.

🎮

You blocked Jensen on Discord and left his world on Minecraft. That night you were shaky and nervous, afraid that he would show up at your apartment. Did he know where you lived? He must if he could figure out where you worked.

You didn’t open Steam that night. You paced your small apartment, jumping at every noise. Sleep didn’t come easily but in shallow spurts that left you even more tired. You watched over your shoulder as you walked to your stop and boarded with one eye on the door.

Work was little better as you found yourself distracted in the room full of toddlers. Sandy asked if you were okay as you kneaded play-do violently. You shook yourself out of your paranoia and assured her you were only short on sleep, not a complete lie.

You took out your phone when you stepped out for a small break. Your mom had called but you would have to get back to her when you had two hours to waste. There was another notification, that one from Discord, a friend request from JJ-NoRematch. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was and you declined it right away.

There were several others from Jensen, too. He followed your Insta, blocked; he followed your mostly empty twitter, blocked; and he even commented on your LinkedIn like a weird. You closed your phone and took a breath before you headed back into the kids, their voices rising in their excitement to go outside.

In the yard, you had another look around, expecting to see him there on the other side of the fence. You were slightly relieved when he wasn’t but still on edge. You joined a game of tag then watched several of the kids line up for the slide. You lost yourself in your job as you told yourself he must have gotten the hint, at least not to bother you irl.

Just like the day before, and every day, you left work and headed for your stop. He wasn’t there either and you sat down and phoned your mom, hanging up as the bus pulled up with a promise to call her again when you were home. At home, you felt almost normal again and checked your notifications; no more follows, no more requests, nothing.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday passed in a similar fashion. Each saw your anxieties less than the day before. You even resolved to open Steam and start a new world for yourself. You spent hours mining and almost fell asleep in your chair. When you nearly tipped over, you decided it was time for bed.

You slept better than you had all week and woke up before noon. You wanted to log right back on but you had life to deal with; groceries, cleaning, and of course, making that call to your mother you’d delayed the night before. After all that, you felt accomplished and you decided to treat yourself to take out, a rare divulgence.

You called the local Chinese eatery and waited eagerly for your feast as you turned on a new episode of your current binge. You played on your phone until the battery was low and had enough juice to buzz up the delivery man. You dug for your wallet as you went to the door and unlocked it without looking up.

“How much--” you asked as you opened the door.

Your eyes met a familiar pair, two blue gems behind a pair of narrow glasses. Jensen wore the same cap and held the paper bag of take-out with a smile. You grabbed the door and tried to swing it shut but he was too quick as he slapped a large hand against the peeling paint.

“It’s on me,” he said, “I love spare ribs.”

“What the--” you gasped as you pushed on the door helplessly, “please go away.”

“You’re not answering me,” he said as he stepped closer and forced you back as his body brushed against yours, “you blocked me and I can’t even get a hey, Jensen, how are you?”

“I don’t want you here,” you tried to shove him and he shouldered you away easily, “get out!”

He slammed the door and you flinched. He put the bag down on the corner table and reached back to twist the lock without a look. His eyes roved around your entryway and further into your apartment. He smiled as they stilled and focused on you.

“This place is cute… like you,” he said and you heard a slight hesitation in his voice.

You swallowed and backed away from him. You spun on your heel and ran for your couch. You reached over the back to your phone and unlocked it as the battery icon flashed. You had just enough juice to make the call. You dialed as you turned back to him.

“I’m calling the police so you b-better l-leave,” you warned as your voice and hands shook, “I me--”

He was quick and before you could pull away, he swiped your cell out of your hand. He scoffed and tossed it across the room. It hit the wall and landed screen down on the hardwood. You bit down and pressed yourself to the couch. You stared at him and kicked yourself forward as you tried to slip past him. He caught you and wrestled you back into the front room.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked calmly as you struggled in his grasp, “I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“N-no, you’re-- you-- let me go,” you stammered as he angled you around the couch. He pushed you down so you bounced on the cushion. You tried to push yourself up and he pointed his finger in your face and wagged it. 

“No, you stay,” he growled and wiped his other hand on his jeans. He was nervous, even if he was angry.

“Please, why-- what do you want?” you grasped the cushion and hovered at the edge of the couch.

He sighed and sat in the chair. He took his hat off and set it on the table as he ran his fingers through his short hair. 

“Good question,” he said as his jaw squared and his eyes turned to pinpoints, “better one, why did you block me?”

“Are you serious? You-- you--” you struggled to get your words out, your voice even more splintered by your fear, “you doxxed me, you came to-- to my work-- and…”

“I thought we were getting along. I thought you liked me,” he said with a frown, “I really did, you sure acted like it and-- I only wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“But why wouldn’t I be? I--” you shivered and crossed your arms as you withered beneath his gaze, “Jensen, this was only supposed to be online.”

He scoffed and stomped his boot on the floor. He shook his head as he looked to the ceiling and his anger bulged along his temple. He tilted his head and looked at you again.

“You know, for years, I have been a nice guy, I am a nice guy,” he pushed his shoulders to his ears as he threw his hand out, “I’m so patient and caring and you girls, you don’t even give me a second look.”

“Jensen--”

“No, really, I mean look at you, you’re no supermodel and yet it’s the same thing, ‘let’s just be friends’,” he spat, “but I watch guys all the time treat women like shit and they don’t have any trouble at all, they got them hanging off of them and I’m a creep for giving them a compliment or opening the door--”

“I don’t… know you,” you eked out, “you have to understand--”

“I don’t understand,” he stood abruptly, “I’m done trying to understand.”

He pulled his jacket open and slid it down his arms. You watched him sling it over the chair and as he turned back to you, you stood. He caught your shoulders and held you in place. His strength was plain in his grip as he squeezed then slowly moved his hands to cradle your face.

“I just wanna be nice,” he said as he leaned in. You tried to pull away but he moved a hand around the back of your head and forced your lips against his. He poked his tongue inside your mouth roughly as you tried to shove him away. Finally, he parted, his hands still firmly around your head, “wasn’t that nice?”

“Please,” you begged as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

His eyes searched your face as you stared back at him in terror. He sighed and dropped his hands back to your shoulders. He pushed you down to the sofa harshly and backed away.

“Fine, I won’t be nice,” he snarled as he took his glasses off and folded them carefully. He put them on the table beside his cap and twined his fingers together, loudly cracking his knuckles.

You blinked at him as your eyes grew glossy. You brought your legs up under you and pressed yourself to the back of the couch. You grasped the upholstery and turned as you launched yourself over to the other side. You stumbled as you landed on your feet and ran for the door.

You were yanked back as he snaked his arms around you and took you off your feet. You kicked out and screamed but it was cut off by his palm as he kept one arm around your middle. You scratched at his hand as he dragged you back to the couch. He pushed you face down onto the cushions and planted his knee in the middle of your back, slipping his hand away as he put enough weight on you to keep your voice suffocated.

“Listen, I know I look like some IT nerd but I’m a lot more than that, now don’t make me hurt you,” he played with your hair as he smiled down at you, “you try that again and I will shut you up and if someone hears you, I can take care of them too.”

You sniffed as tears pricked in your eyes and nodded frantically as it felt as if he would snap your spine. He pushed off of you and you stayed as you were, paralysed with fear. He sat and unlaced his boots one at a time. He looked up as he set them neatly beside the foot of the chair and he bent to catch your eye.

“Well?” he pointed at you and traced the line of your body in the air, “let’s go.”

You stared at him dumbly and he stood to pull his tee over his head. His torso was sculpted perfectly and his chest trimmed with hair that trailed all the way down to his pants. He stepped forward and tugged at the back of your shirt.

“You want me to do it for you, baby?” he purred, “I can help you.”

You swatted him away and sat up. You bent your legs to your chest and hugged them. “Please, I’m scared, just leave me alone--”

His hand rested on his belt and exhaled again. His fingers moved swiftly to unloop the striped belt and unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down, nearly tripping as he stepped out of them. He stood in his boxers, tented with his impatient excitement, and gripped his hips.

“It’s okay, baby, I know you’re shy, I am too,” he neared and you winced as he grabbed your wrist. He tugged on your arm and you resisted until he bent your hand back painfully and you cried out. He tickled your jaw as he looked you in the eye and tutted, “it doesn’t have to be like this, alright?”

You went limp and let him pull your arms apart. Your legs slipped down and your feet dangled above the floor. He got to his knees and pushed between yours. He slowly rolled up the hem of your shirt and bent to kiss your stomach as he bared the flesh. You trembled as he forced your arms up and swooped the fabric over your head. It fluttered through the air and to the floor as he cupped your tits through your bright pink bra.

“Is this so bad?” he asked as he nuzzled your chest and pushed your tits up. 

He glided the straps down your arm and slid your bra lower so that you popped out. He nibbled at your flesh and traced your nipples with his tongue. You sat rigid and let him explore your body, too terrified to move a muscle. He reached around you and struggled with the hooks, frustrated he snapped the clasps and the band came free.

He continued to play with your chest, his fingers crawling up and down your stomach and sides. There was a genuine curiosity to his touch and it sent a chill through you. His fingertips pressed to the top of your pants and he pulled at them as his lips travelled down to your hip.

He tugged on your pants and jerked your entire body. He tore them lower as he pushed you up and you lifted yourself to let him peel away the layer. He added them to the floor and toyed with the elastic of your panties. The little bow in the front drew his attention as he pushed your legs wider and ran his nose along the cotton.

He hummed and rubbed his fingers down your crotch, pushing the fabric to your folds as he teased you through them. You inhaled sharply at the tingle it inspired and he pressed firmer against you, flicking his fingers along your bud as he noticed how it made you squirm.

He gently pulled aside the cotton and you felt his hot breath against you. You pushed on his head before he could delve into you. “Please, don’t--”

“Shhhh,” he threw your hand away from his head and bent over you, “just relax.”

He dragged his tongue along your cunt and lingered around your clit. You clenched as it sent a thrill through you and he moved his lips against you, suckling at you bud as your breaths grew raspy. You pushed yourself against the back of the couch and dug your nails into the cushion.

He slid a finger along your cunt and circled your entrance. He rubbed up and down as he kept his tongue swirling over your clit and you swallowed back as gasp as he poked inside. He felt around and added another finger, stretching you as he carefully pushed them in and out of you in time with his mouth.

He lapped you up and you closed your eyes, desperate to resist the coil winding within you. Your legs tensed against the couch and you tilted your pelvis without thinking. He sped up, the noise of his mouth and your slickness filled the silence. You let out a puff and moaned as you slapped the couch. The waves rolled over your flesh and you came into his mouth with a pathetic mewl.

He stilled his fingers as he lazily teased you with his tongue. He pulled his fingers out and sat back, the heat between your legs cooling in his absence as he licked up your juices. He watched you as he sucked his fingers and stood. Your head lolled and you edged forward on the couch. You tried to stand but he caught you and flung you back.

“We’re not done, baby,” he winked at you as he grasped the top of his boxers, “go on, lay down.”

You murmured your refusal and once more tried to get up. You slipped onto the floor and shakily crawled away as he dropped his boxers to his ankle. He grabbed you before you could get around the side and lifted you easily. He turned you and shoved you down onto your back as he lifted a leg over you.

He straddled you and again his hands roved over your body. You smacked at his fingers weakly but he easily ignored you. He kept one hand moving along your curves as he stroked himself with the other. He groaned and shook as he stroked his dick. Your eyes followed his hand and you gulped, he was thick.

He moved his knees back and pushed them up beneath your thighs as he kept a hand planted on your chest. He ripped your panties down your legs and untangled them from your feet. 

He held you down as he ran his tip along your cunt, wetting himself with your coerced arousal. You groaned and grabbed the arm of the couch above you. You tried to pull away from him.

He pushed against your entrance and you looked at him in shock. You couldn’t stop him. His eyes were set between your legs as he inhaled and slowly eased into you. He gasped as he got his tip inside you and his muscles tensed. He bit his lip as he dove further in and you gasped as he filled you inch by inch.

“Shitttt,” he moaned as he reached his limit and you whined at how full you were, “oh, baby.”

His hand slid from your chest and he gripped your hips as he pulled back and thrust. You exclaimed and he did it again, slowly as he watched himself impale you over and over. You curled your fingers against the couch arm and your feet arch as you pressed your thighs around him. He lifted your pelvis high as he angled his dick even deeper.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, “oh, baby, you’re so good. Ahh-hh-hh,” his voice fizzled as your walls clenched him and you closed your eyes as you felt the heat building. 

He moved his hand along your thigh and stretched it over your pelvis, pushing his thumb to your clit as he kept his pace. He purred as you writhed helplessly against him and you panted through the rising ecstasy.

“Please, please, please…” you chanted, unsure if you were begging him to stop or for more.

He moaned as he sped up and you sucked your lip under your teeth as you neared your peak. You quivered as your orgasm crashed into you and you let out a strangled cry. He snarled and planted his hands beside your head as he leaned over you, his hot breath tickled your face as he pounded into you.

Your legs bent around him as his pelvis rubbed against you and the friction drove you to another climax. You held onto the arm of the couch as he fucked your harder and harder. He kissed you and nibbled at your lip as he groaned and hooked an arm under to hold you close.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he said against your cheek and you turned your head away from, “ah, here I--”

He spasmed and slammed into you. He took several long thrusts and stilled. He grunted and drew heavy breaths as he rested his weight over you. He grabbed your head and turned your head up as he pressed his forehead to yours. You kept your eyes closed as the flames slowly dwindled.

“Was that so bad?” he stroked your cheek and trailed his finger down to poke between your lips, “No, it’s what you wanted, isn’t it, baby?” he wiggled his hips and you hissed, “yeah, you want me.”

#jake jensen #dark jake jensen #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #the losers #fic #dark!fic #dark fic #one shot

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Hidden in Plain Sight (3)- Tom Holland X Reader

A/N: This story is fun to write, but school is taking over little by little so sorry if this gets delayed more than I mean for it to be! Enjoy Chapter Three!

Word Count: 2165

Warnings: Swearing? Maybe? To be honest I can’t remember if I swore or not but knowing me I probably did. But there is mention of a killer moth so if that’s as trigger as it was when it was flying around my room then I’ll mention it here.

You had the absolute worst day. You were hoping it was going to be a good day since you had put on one of your favorite outfits to wear to work. But as soon as you got to work, everything turned into a shit show. A project you thought was finished didn’t save the last days edits, your boss got on you for something that was your coworker’s responsibility, and someone ate your lunch, which you’re not entirely sure how that happened, but it did. Add to it you have the start of what you think is a migraine, the last thing you want to do is anything work related, but because you’re behind on the project that is due tomorrow, you’ll probably be up all night working on it before going in tomorrow to continue working on it at the office. So heating up some soup to eat while you work, you decide to scroll through Tumblr while you wait for it to heat up. 

The news of Spider-Man, and therefore Tom Holland, staying in the MCU still hasn’t died down, which let’s be honest why should it? It’s fantastic news. Out of all the Spider-Mans, Tom’s portrayal of it is your favorite and you would be so sad to see him taken from Marvel just because Sony, Marvel and Disney couldn’t come to an agreement on things. It’s only been a couple days since it was announced, but you wouldn’t be surprised if this was talked about for weeks at least. You reblog a couple of photos, adding some of your usual hashtags. Honestly, you want to be distracted by asks, but you know that the likelihood that people will respond is low, plus you shouldn’t let yourself be distracted by Tumblr when you have the project due tomorrow. 

Hating seeing notifications, you click on the second icon from the right on the bottom of your screen. You clear off the notifications from reblogs and likes but notices your app is still showing a notification, on the messages side. It’s probably just from one of your friends. You flip over to the other screen and see a message from none other than Tomholland2013, who you’ve been messaging on and off over the past couple of days, ever since you sent him that edit.

You haven’t been super active on tumblr lately. Everything ok?x

Been super busy at work lol. Big deadlines coming up.

You don’t expect to get a message back since you figured from your messages where he mentioned he was in the early hours of the day while you were only in the late afternoon, that he was probably asleep since you got home later from work than you had planned. So you set your phone aside as you pull the broccoli cheddar soup from the microwave. However, you’re pleasantly surprised to see a message waiting for you when you pick your phone back up to head back to your computer to keep working.

Ah, big deadlines. What kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?x

Hm, this new tumblr friend of yours is awake even though it’s probably the middle of the night for him?

I don’t mind. I work in graphic design. Isn’t it the middle of the night for you? 

It would be if I was at home. I travel a lot for work. I’m currently in New York, so it’s only 9pm.x

But it definitely feels like I should be asleep. I’ve only been in New York for a few days and my mind is still on London time.x

What kind of work do you do? 

You set your phone down and boot your computer back up. You know you have shadows to deal with and layers to add back before even getting to the stuff you were meaning to get on today. This project was going to be the death of you. 

Tom stares at the message. How does he respond to that? He can’t very well tell you he’s an actor. That blows all of this. He likes being able to be open with you and the moment that it comes out that he is actually Tom Holland, well you might not be open with him. Could he tell you he works in the movie field without having to admit who he is? Could he play it off that he’s still a fanboy, because he will be a marvel fanboy until the day he dies, without blowing this whole thing up? There’s just something about you and being able to connect with someone who has no idea who he is that is different. 

Even on your blog today, you shared things from months ago and still reacted like it was your first time seeing them. Your whole blog just radiated positivity, even though your messages sounded like you had a lot on your plate outside of the internet world. He wants to be able to know you without the pressure of having to be, well, him. But you’re not asking him to spill everything about who he is. Just a snip-it. 

Film production. Getting ready to head off to a new project actually.x

Must be fun to travel for it. Anywhere fun?

Cleveland actually. Haven’t been there before, so maybe I’ll find something fun to do outside of the project while I’m there.x

Maybe you’ll run into Tom. He’s supposed to be there shooting a project I think. Especially if you’re also in the film industry, you’d already have more of a way into things than say I would lol 

I don’t know if I’ll have that much time off to look for him.x

Well if you happen to run into him in said little time off, tell him there’s probably half a million if not more tumblr users willing to marry him, should he be in need of a wife, husband, or nonbianary pal.

Would you happen to be one of those said half a million?x

He shouldn’t have sent it. You have been pretty good about responding, but after sending that message, he hasn’t heard from you in over twenty-four hours and he’s beside himself. You also haven’t posted on your blog. Which makes him think you’re avoiding him on the site all together, which is even worse. The flight to Cleveland, wouldn’t have been half bad if he wasn’t worried the whole time about what you might have been sending while his phone was on airplane mode. And of course the one time he would have paid any amount for on flight wi-fi, it was down and no one could use it.

As soon as the plane lands, he’s flipping the switch to connect his phone again. He needs to see if you’ve messaged back. He’s ignoring all the other notifications that pop up, looking for only on apps notifications. And while you haven’t posted again, you have messaged back. Which makes him suddenly feel like he can breathe again. 

I’m not the one who took Tom’s name on here. I feel like you might propose to Tom before I even have a chance to meet him IRL.

I don’t think I’m Tom’s type.X

And what do you think Tom’s type is? 

And it takes everything to not just describe you. It wouldn’t be hard. He had spent a lot of time deep diving through your blog. He had looked through your #me tab on your blog. It was filled with everything from selfies to posts about things you had done. And you were the kind of person that he was into. It wasn’t an only physical attraction thing. It was the things that you found important enough to post about. The little things about your day that you shared about. But instead of typing back you, Tom decides to type something different.

I think he would be into someone down to earth. Someone who is into sharing time with friends and family equally and someone who has a great sense of humor. Oh and they would HAVE to love Tessa. That would be a must.x

Wow you’ve thought a lot about this.

Do you disagree?x

Surprisingly no. But I thought you’d say something more… I don’t know physical I guess.

Why’s that?x

I don’t know. I just did.

What do you think he’d be into?x

He can’t help but ask. He wants to know what you think he’s like. There’s enough speculation out there about what he’s like, but for some reason, knowing what you think about him, it means something to him.

I would say, similar to you- family, friends and Tessa would definitely be at the top. Sense of humor would be important. I also feel like with there being so much he can’t talk about to the public, having someone he can trust with stuff would be important. I also think trust would be important so that he has a space he can just be himself too. 🤷‍♀️

Pretty spot on. All of those are important to him. He wants to ask if those things are all important to you, but asking that would come off weird, so he takes a different approach.

Honestly if I wasn’t such a div when I was making accounts I would have just made a Tessa fan blog. I’m a bigger fan of her than of Tom. x

SO TRUE. How can you not be?! She’s the purest thing in this world (sorry to Tom) and every time he shares more of her with us I melt a little.

Paddy had sent him that picture of Tessa this morning, maybe sharing it would brighten everyone’s days. Especially knowing that you were such a fan of her too. Adding the picture to his Instagram story, with a quick caption of missing this sweet girl, he quickly uploads it.

APPARENTLY TOM CAN READ OUR THOUGHTS?!

What do you mean?x

Cute Tessa content just uploaded to his Insta story. Apparently he’s away from her and missing her 😭

She’s just too pure for this world x

I needed that right now.

Something wrong?x

Work project might kill me. 

It’s due by the end of the day, but photoshop keeps crashing and I might scream. 

I’m sorry love x

I’m restarting my computer for the third time today and it’s not even noon yet. 

You know he’s English so the love thing shouldn’t throw you. Plus he’s a boy on the internet. But for some reason, it feels like something more. So instead of saying anything about it, you just keep messaging like nothing happened. A small part of you is hoping that by not mentioning it though, it might happen again.

Tom spends the rest of the day messaging you when he can. He knows you’re working on a project that has a deadline, so he doesn’t expect you to be at his beck and call. But when he gets a notification at almost eleven o’clock at night his time from your blog, he hopes it’s one of your personal posts to make him laugh. He isn’t let down.

THERE WAS A MOTH FLYING AROUND MY ROOM AND NOW I CAN’T FIND IT IM GOING TO DIE. IF IT EATS ME YOU ALL KNOW WHO THE MURDER IS

#me #killer moth #save me #if i die i leave everything to tom

He can’t help but send you an ask about it.

Tomholland2013 asked: You know moths don’t eat people right?x

Y/T/B: You didn’t see how big this one was. This one was definitely of the people eating variety with how big it was. And now it’s hiding in my room waiting for me to close my eyes and then it will sneak up on me, kill me, and devour me whole. 🖕

Tom laughs at your reply before sending another ask. Sure he could do this in your message thread, but he’s betting the asks are helping distract you from the moth.

Tomholland2013 asked: That’s a quiet defensive response from someone who is going to be eaten. If you want me to come save you from a killer moth, maybe be a bit nicer.x

Y/T/B: If you will race over here, find this moth, and release it into the wild so that it can’t kill me in my sleep I will make you as many Tom edits as it takes in gratitude. 👏😘Just come save me please. I swear I can hear him laughing in the distance. 

Tomholland2013 asked: If he’s laughing in the distance, I’ll be over to take care of him. No one gets to disrespect my favorite blog and get away with it.x

Y/T/B: Thanks darling. I really, really appreciate it. Now I must be off to hunt this moth, before he hunts me.

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#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you #tom holland fan fic #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fan fiction #tom holland fanfiction #imanativeofswlondondahling #hidden in plain sight

[ilovemygaydad]

Friends in Dark Places [ch 7]

pairing: eventual moxiety, eventual logince, background eventual remile, background eventual remy/emile/deceit

WARNINGS: blood, self harm, panic attacks, crying, poor coping mechanisms, mentions of sensory overload, intrusive thoughts, self doubt, self hatred, possibly something else

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter@band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy

a/n: so i have to repost all of these in a different format! yay fucking me!!!! please consider reblogging these if you’re a fan of this series because it’s all fucked up now

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Before he piled into the back of the car, Virgil took his headphones out of his bag and slid them over his ears. He didn’t need a sensory overload at 7:30 in the morning just because the Disney Prince didn’t have any volume control. Like, at all.

“Wow, Roman! I like the new look! The bomber jacket really makes the whole thing work,” Patton squealed. Roman turned in his seat to look back at Pat, and Virgil could see what he meant. Instead of his usual bare face, he’d put on gold shimmery eyeshadow and red lipstick. Virgil hated to admit it, but he looked really good.

A few minutes into the ride, Virgil felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned to Patton, who was obviously the giver of the “pat,” with raised eyebrows.

Are you okay? Patton mouthed, tapping his ears to simulate headphones.

Yeah. No need to be overstimulated so early. Virgil mouthed back with a gesture to Roman, who was still singing along to various Disney songs. Patton just nodded and went back to conversing--er, trying to converse with Logan.

The car arrived at Westview High at exactly 7:45, giving each of the students plenty of time to do what they needed before class started at eight. Patton and Virgil went to the office together to drop off their absence notes, then parted ways to go to their lockers.

Virgil walked the whole twenty feet trek to his locker to drop off his backpack and grab his Graphic Arts portfolio and pencil case. He shoved his phone into his hoodie pocket and turned up the volume on his playlist, blasting Green Day as he walked to the opposite end of the school for his first block class.

The dark-clad teenager had hoped he would fly under the radar, but the instant he walked into the graphic arts room, his teacher ambushed him.

“Virgil! I got your email, but what landed you in the hospital for three days?” Mrs. Miller asked. Virgil nearly dropped his binder due to the pure shock of being spoken to so suddenly. He ripped off his headphones and put a hand to his chest.

“First of all, don’t jump out like that,” he said as he made sure all of his bandages were hidden under his sleeves. “Second… I, uh… had a, uh, really bad… allergy… attack. Like, hives all over my body and face. I had to get allergy testing and stuff, and I was on constant antihistamines for, like, three days.” The story was definitely not very believable, and Virgil could see in Mrs. Miller’s eyes that she didn’t believe him at all.

“Sure. Anyway, we’re going to be working on banners or helping clean the lab. You can choose either since I know you’re probably almost done with your banner. Or you are done, which wouldn’t be surprising.” Virgil nodded and headed to the back, tying one of the ink-covered aprons around his waist and began to spray solvent onto one of the many barely-used rags from the discard. He muttered under his breath about how the other students needed to learn that rags were meant to be absolutely filthy when they were discarded, but he ultimately let it go.

Virgil slipped his headphones on and cleaned three screens and a few pallet knives in a blissful bubble of music. His cathartic cleaning session, however, came to a quick end when he had cleaned everything in the shop in just under an hour. With a whole twenty-five minutes left. It wouldn’t be as much of a problem if he wasn’t mostly finished with his project. 

Without any surprise, it took him only five minutes to put finishing touches on his banner. He sighed and sent it to the color printer. Might as well turn it in if he’s done, right? Virgil trudged to the printer and took out the streaky mess. The printer, just to his luck, had been having problems with colored bars randomly showing up on people’s prints, and his was not the exception. As well, it all happened right in the part with the smaller, thin lettering that named the bands.

“Hey, Mrs. Miller. Can I just send you a PDF of the banner? The printer chewed up my design and spat it back out.” Virgil asked as he walked to his teacher’s office door and leaned on the door frame. She took a look at the paper he was holding up and sighed.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I just called IT yesterday and had them fix the printer. That thing is a disaster.” Mrs. Miller shook her head and waved Virgil over. “Let me see your design.”

Virgil hesitated but stepped forward, dropping the paper on her desk. He tugged his hands into his sleeves as his teacher scrutinized the paper. With a heavy sigh, Mrs. Miller set it back on her desk.

“It’s pretty plain, Virgil. Like, it certainly meets all of the criteria for the project, and is definitely good enough to be a perfect grade, but... Virgil, what happened to your amazing designs? This is… bland. Pretty--don’t get me wrong--but bland.” The teen felt the blood rush from his body in one fell swoop. He hadn’t wanted to let her down! He had just thought that it fit the aesthetic of the festival better. But at the same time, he thought back to his past few designs, and the results were disappointing at best. She was right. They were bad.

“I… I’m sorry. You’re right; it sucks.. I’ll go redesign it. Just--yeah.” Virgil swung around and made a motion to leave when Mrs. Miller called after him. He stopped in his tracks but didn’t turn around.

“Virgil. It’s fine. I don’t want you to get upset about it. I’m just saying that you haven’t been acting like yourself recently, and it shows in your work. Art is full of emotion, so when the artist feels down, the art reflects that.”  Virgil could feel her eyes burning into the back of his head, feeding him with self-doubt and fear. He had wanted to hide his feelings better--it was his responsibility to hide everything away inside of himself. Feelings hurt others, and if he had to suffer to keep others safe, then that’s what he had to do. An icy chill shot through his veins at the same time as hot fire. He needed out.

He curtly nodded and walked out of the office. As he sat down in his chair, he took out his phone to text Patton, but realized he hadn’t asked for his number. That just added to his anxiety--how would he be able to meet up with Pat and the others after school to get a ride home? The panic began to rise up his chest until he couldn’t bear it anymore. With all of the false calm he could muster, Virgil asked Mrs. Miller if he could to go to the bathroom, to which she obviously said yes.

His footsteps pounded down the hallway as he ran, even though the nearest bathroom was just a few yards away. Virgil slammed the stall door shut, sliding to the floor with a sob. This wasn’t supposed to be difficult. He had a friend now, and he was so sweet and kind and caring. Not to mention he was living with said friend and his equally-as-nice family, who gave him a really wonderful room and fed him and took care of him. They even fucking committed insurance fraud for him even though they knew nothing about him.

Virgil rolled up his sleeve and began to harshly scratch his forearm where there were no bandages. He needed to relieve the icy hot pain he felt. He needed it out of his body. His mind was racing, going to conclusions that didn’t even make sense, until he lost track of time. The bell for the next period might have rang, but he had no idea. Looking down at his arm, Virgil realized that his long nails had dragged shallow, bloody cuts into his skin. 

It made him feel like a failure. He’d made it, what, all of five days without self harm just to break it over a stupid banner design that he was going to get a good grade on anyway!

His shaky hands dug the phone out of his pocket and turned it on. Patton… What the hell is his name?! Patton… Patton Shea! That was his name. Virgil shakily typed out Pat’s name into the google search bar and scrolled through the results, trying to find any of Patton’s social media. He clicked on the fifth link and practically cried with relief at the discovery of Patton’s Instagram. It’d been updated… Yesterday. Good. He used it often, then. And, by the look of it, he replied almost immediately to comments, so he probably had notifications on. Virgil opened the account in the Instagram app, typing out a sloppy DM through his tears.

vintage-misery to patton-cake24 [Read at 9:15 am]

pat i ‘m in t he ba t hroom by teh grph cs romo i’m havnig a panic attackk hlep vriigl

patton-cake24 to vintage-misery [Delivered at 9:15 am]

It’s okay, Virge. I’ll be there in a few minutes, just hang tight, and I’m gonna help you. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.

Virgil let his phone slip out of his hand, attempting to marginally calm himself down before Patton arrived. It didn’t really work, and before long, a set of footsteps echoed off of the tile walls of the bathroom.

“Virge? You in here? It’s just me, kiddo. Everything’s okay.” Patton’s voice was hesitant, clearly unsure if he was in the right place. Virgil reached up and unlocked the stall door to let Pat in. “Oh thank goodness.”

Tears immediately began to roll down Virgil’s face again. “I-I’m sorry. IreallyfuckedupandIcouldn’tevenmakeitaweekwithouthurtingmyselfI’msuchafuckingfailurePattonwhatdoIdo?” Patton closed the stall door and kneeled in front of his panicking friend.

“Hey, it’s okay. Any recovery comes with relapse, okay? You’re not a failure; you’re just healing.” Pat’s voice was soft and soothing. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

Virgil nodded, and Patton took his hands from his face, gently holding them in his own. “What is your name?”

“I--what?” the crying teenager asked.

“What’s your name?” Patton repeated.

“V-Virgil.”

“Good. Now, what color is your sweatshirt?”

“Grey.”

“Awesome. You’re doing great. Do I wear glasses?”

“Y-yeah. You do.”

“Good. Really good. Now follow my counting. Four beats in, seven beats holding your breath, eight beats out. One, two…”

It only took a few minutes to get Virgil back to a stable state through breathing exercises and rhythmic hand squeezes. Patton had a big smile on his face.

“That was so good, kiddo! I’m really proud of you,” Patton encouraged. The sound of the bell dully rang through the bathroom, and Virgil rushed to stand up. Pat forced him back down.

“I know I just said that was good, but you definitely aren’t in any sort of condition to be rushing around in crowded hallways yet. We’re going to stay right here and make sure you’re a-okay before we leave. I’m going to get you a pass to your next class, okay? I’ll be right back--don’t move.” Patton released his grip on Virgil’s hands and stood up, swiftly striding out of the bathroom. He returned only a minute later with two yellow slips, Virgil’s graphics supplies, and a few tissues. Pat gently wiped the tears away from his friend’s face, making sure not to smear any of the makeup under his eyes.

“Patton…” Virgil didn’t have the words to say what he was feeling. He was sorry for dragging Pat into this mess, but even more sorry for failing to not harm himself for even an entire week.

“Hey, it’s okay. Now, let me see where you’re hurt so it doesn’t get any worse,” Patton ordered, though it was more caring than harsh. Virgil held his left arm out and rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie. The skin just below his elbow had flakes of dry blood on it, following the scrapes that he’d formed. Patton took a roll of gauze he’d taken from the Child Guidance room and wrapped it around the wounds. The gauze wouldn’t exactly help heal anything, but it would prevent unnecessary pain from the sweatshirt rubbing over it.

Once he was done, Patton sat down beside Virgil. “Do you think you could tell me what made you feel so anxious? It’s okay if you can’t, but it’ll help if we know what to avoid in the future.”

“Okay, well,” Virgil groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “God, this is so stupid. I shouldn’t have even panicked about it, but my graphics teacher is really nice and stuff, and she likes my work. So, naturally, she starts to notice that my designs are becoming less me and are more boring. Like, still good enough, but just without the usual feeling in them. And this has been going on for a while, pretty much ever since March when I started to get extremely depressed and anxious. And today I gave her my latest design for a project we were doing, and she told me that it was uninspired and boring, which it was but that’s not the point, and she wasn’t impressed with my work anymore, and it just started to get into my skin that she knew that I was super depressed, and that now it was a big deal. I felt like a giant failure for my designs being lame and I just--It’s stupid. Never mind.” The teen leaned forward to rest his head on his knees. He felt so tired.

Patton spoke up after a moment. “No feelings are stupid, kiddo. I’m sure it was really hard on you to hear what your teacher said, but she obviously just cares about you. Just like I care, hon. Next project, you’re just going to have to channel your emotions into whatever you’re making, and I’m sure it’ll turn out amazing. You’re not a failure in anyone’s eyes. Especially not mine.” Virgil felt his friend’s arms slither around his waist for an awkward hug. A little smile crept on his face from the very Patton gesture.

They sat in the bathroom stall for another couple of minutes before they decided they were good enough to get back to class.

“Give me your phone so you won’t have to find my Instagram again,” Pat said and held his hand out for the phone. Patton quickly typed his number in, sending a text to himself. 

Virgil

Delivered at 8:35 am

hey

Patton

Read at 8:35 am

Hey Virge!

Virgil

Delivered at 8:35 am

patton was that really necessary to reply to your own text to yourself

Patton

Read at 8:36 am

It sure was!!!! Let’s get back to class!! :P

Virgil rolled his eyes and slipped his phone back into his pocket. The pair walked out of the bathroom and went their separate ways.

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[mamaredd123]

A Taste of Something...New

A/N: It’s been awhile since I posted anything on here and for that I offer my apologies. Writer’s block and life in general have been wreaking havoc on my creative tendencies. But I do have a brand new little tale to share with y’all and I hope you enjoy it. Not exactly sure how long this one will be but I am already 3 chapters in. Hopefully y’all will stick around and see how it plays out.

WARNING: can’t think of any in this chapter.. if you spot any please let me know and I’ll tag them though

WORD COUNT: 1566

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‘I'm gonna work late again tonight baby’

She read the text and then sat the phone down almost nonchalantly. Same words, another day. She knew he had to work, had to get the job done to put the money in the bank to pay the bills. Somehow, after seven years of this, it had just become monotonous. It was just words.

Was he actually working? Was THIS job that important? Just last Saturday he had promised to take her out to eat, finally a date night, but work had delayed him and they had missed their reservation. The one question that nagged her more than anything though, even after twenty-three years, was did she even really care?

Glancing over at the phone, with a slight hesitation, she picked it up and texted back her usual response.

‘Ok… try not to be too late.. love u’

Within seconds she got her “love u” text back and she knew he was done communicating with her for the night. She would not hear anything else from him unless he woke her when he came home in the wee hours of the morning.

Recently, she had been having these thoughts more and more when she got his recurrent texts each night, always the same theme, work. It hadn’t always been like that between them. They had met and fell in love early in life, such a joyous thing! He had been so full of life back then. Even after the kids were born nothing had changed. He used to always make sure he was home in time for dinner, he planned all their family vacations, and even surprised her on more occasions than she could remember with small weekend getaways for the two of them.

Presently, she was forty-three, both their kids grown and out in the world on their own. Now it was just him and her. Mostly, it seemed like it was just her. He very seldom was even home at night before she fell asleep. This should be the best years of their lives! They should be enjoying a few years (hopefully about five or nine years) before grandchildren and then spending the rest of their lives entertaining the younger generation with tales of laughter and words of wisdom. With life, there's always some obscure twist of fate though.

Her days and nights seemed to run together, with blurred lines, each one appearing to be a mirror image of the one before it. She would get up each morning, get him dressed and out the door. The rest of the mornings, she spent tidying up the house, maybe a load of laundry, and taking care of any bills that needed to be seen to. Her afternoon’s were just as exciting. Usually, she would make a quick run to the grocery store for a few items and if she really wanted to do something thrilling, she might even stumble into the local Walmart for a little window shopping. Then she would return home and prepare a dinner that would not be eaten hot.

After all of the ‘wife chores’ were done, however, she made the rest of each day her time. In between binge watching and casual surfing on the net, a few months ago, she had stumbled across a website that shared, which was new to her, fan fiction. Between all the things going on in her life, the new obsession of her new favorite show, and obviously her freedom, she was immediately hooked. Fanfiction! Who would have thought! She remembered the eighties and the nineties so she knew all about fangirling over someone, or so she thought.

So here she was sitting alone, again, in the middle of the night. She was all bundled up in the covers of their bed, computer up and running, and scrolling through her new favorite internet site. Reading the stories she stumbled upon drew her back to her high school fantasies. In the nineties, yea she had her crushes on the favorite celebrities but even in her wildest dreams, never had she ever some up with some of the stuff she was reading tonight. That was really saying a lot, really, cause the things that she thought of doing with Marky Mark HIMSELF (and still thought about doing today), well, they definitely made her blush when she thought about them. But.. these stories she read! There were things described in them that she had never even thought possible and she had been married FOREVER, or so it seemed.

Finishing the latest tale of unabashed lust, she shoved the laptop away from her. Leaning back on her pillow, she looked over to his side of the bed. The emptiness of it seemed to weigh even heavier tonight for some reason. She tried to think back on any given day/night when things seemed to change between them. Nothing stood out. Not one single moment. Except this one. A deep sigh escaped her as she realized she really did love him. That was why she was here, alone, every night, by herself. But was that enough? Business was good. She always tried to make sure nothing interfered with that. The kids were as good as they were gonna get. She always made sure he had clean clothes in the morning, a clean house or at least a semi clean house, a cold beer in the fridge, and something to eat when he was hungry. Doesn’t sound like much but that was basically all he ever asked from her all these years. If you thought about it, she really had it made.

Shaking her head, she climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen. This way of thinking was definitely not a good thing, not if she was going to find a way to find some kind of passion, lust, love, anything to salvage her marriage. She grabbed her tumbler and filled it with ice. Reaching for the cabinet door, a small voice echoed in her head ‘all you do is drink yourself to sleep every night’. Shaking her head again, she reached in the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of bourbon. She filled the cup and mixed in the coke with zero hesitation well maybe a second's hesitation when she rethought about how she was trying to figure away to salvage her marriage. Taking the first sip, however, always felt like a open act of rebellion, even though no one was there to see it. She really didn’t drink much, usually a couple of drinks at night, maybe a glass of wine or two.

The thoughts running through her mind weren’t very productive as she moved from the kitchen and back to the bedroom. ‘Screw him’ was the basic principle of them. Most of these long nights, she felt like she was spinning out of control. One second, desperate to fix her marriage and breath life back into it. The next, angry as hell at him for always leaving her alone. Getting back under the covers, nursing her drink, she pulled her computer closer. She had to get out of her own mind, she thought to herself as she settled down to read some more fanfiction. Instead of going to her notification page to see who had posted another chapter of delicious, flesh devouring, sin ridden fiction, she chose to scrolled the main page. Maybe she would find a few new authors to stalk.

The first thing she noticed was a post from one of her most favorite authors stating that she was attending a comic con, in her state! This woman, oh man, she had been reading her stories since the day she joined the site. There was a lot of hype going on about the convention she realized as she read through the comments on the post. The entire cast of the show was going to be there! Out of curiosity, she opened another browser and looked up the convention. To her surprise, it was actually being held here in town. The thought of meeting any of the cast would be delightful but also possibly meeting her? Would he care if she went? Would he even notice she was gone? 

She glanced over at the empty side of the bed and sighed deeply. She longed for romance like the ones she read. She hungered for some passion in her life. She ached from the loneliness. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the emotions, who can really say what compelled her but she clicked on the Buy Tickets tab and bought herself a gold package! He would probably kill her when he realized how much she had just spent but oh well. She very seldom ever asked for anything from him. She finished her drink, tucked her laptop away for the night, and settled down in the bed. Her dreams that night, for once, were not bleak or dismal. Instead, they were full of delicious fantasies. 

                                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When he came home that night, he found her balled up under the covers with a soft smile across her face. He paused and watched her for a few moments. It had been a long time since he had seen her smile like that. Quietly, he slipped out of the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him. He would sleep on the couch tonight so maybe he wouldn’t disturb her.

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[tea-and-toblerones]

Unison Chapter 4- We'll Blast the Stereo and We'll Drive to Madagascar

Are you ready for a date- Teddy Style? 

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The first part of the week had flew by mostly due to work and the fact that everyday seemed to be a new catastrophe that left me there long after I was due to leave. Slowly I had fallen back into my old routine. Waking up, going for a run, shower and off to work. When I had climbed out of the shower Tuesday to a text that read ‘Have a good day at work x’ I giggled. Actually giggled.  I would like to say it made my day, which it did. Until I got to work and had to sit through a long meeting complaining about how deadlines were being missed and too much time was being wasted on frivolous things. Someone’s muttered comment about this being the biggest frivolous thing, (Most likely Louis) that had ended up extending the rant for at least another fifteen minutes.

Then came Thursday. When I had called about getting more contacts I was told that I was due for my exam and I should just  come in. I hated the eye doctor. The puffs of air. The ‘one or two’ ‘two or three’ when they all ending up looking the same. I had messaged Ed that morning asking if today really had to exist.

“Why? What’s wrong with today?’

“I hate going to the doctor.”

His response was almost immediate “Are you okay? Are you sick?”

“I’m fine, it’s an eye appointment. I just hate going to them.”

I was sitting in the waiting room, half watching house hunters that was playing on the tv. My fingers tapping against the arm of the chair. I almost didn’t hear my notification go off, I was so wrapped up with worry.

“They’re a pain, sure, but to want to skip the whole day. That’s bit extreme, innit. Why do you hate them that much?”

“It’s a long story that I really don’t want to type out.”

I heard my name called and slid my phone back in my pocket and went back into the exam room. After the standard routine, the doctor put her clipboard down. “Now let’s get a good look at that left eye. Have you noticed any loss of vision, blind spots, things look slightly skewed or wavy?” I shifted a bit as she was listing off problems. She must have noticed because she looked up from what she was doing. “Adelia?” It almost sounded like she caught a naughty child reaching into the cookie jar.

“Yeah…I’ve noticed that I have problems seeing stuff that’s in front of me. Kinda like I can’t focus on it. It’s like it can tell something’s there but it can’t tell what…” I drift off, staring down at my hands. I had just gotten into the habit of closing it whenever I needed to focus on something.

“Let’s see what’s going on in there, shall we?” After alot of hmms and ahhhs, I was told to stop wearing my contacts and to come back in a month to see if it had improved but it had looked like there could be new scar tissue forming.  I trudge out of the office slipping on my sunglasses. I knew that I was most likely going to get bad news which is half the reason I kept shoving it off. I had told myself that I just needed a new prescription, nothing more. I still held a shred of hope that it wouldn’t get any worse.

Since I had the rest of the day off I went home after picking up my new glasses,.I felt slightly guilty, though I only left two hours early. After a couple hours had passed I had remembered that I had been chatting with Ed before I went in. I still wasn’t used to having steady conversations with somebody. Most of them were either work related or quick ask a question, get a response, end of story types of conversations. Nothing with substance. “Why don’t you tell me about it over dinner? Like tomorrow night?” I instantly perk up. It’s confirmed, there’s a date. I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised but there was a little part of me that was worried he would be put off by my brashness. Once it had clicked in that this poor boy had sat in suspense for hours waiting on my reply, I didn’t let the fact I really couldn’t really see my screen stop me. “If kove to! What tike shuilf I meet upu?” I had hoped that my fingers would just know where each key was. The fact that my phone was ringing told me they had betrayed me. Guess I haven’t texted enough for the keyboard to be committed to muscle memory. I guess I’m a terrible millennial. “Cough twice if you’re being held hostage and you need me to come and save you.” He asked jokingly “Is that what it takes for you to come running over?” Keeping my voice light and teasing “That’s mean, innit?” His reply was heavily ladened with mock pain “Besides, you don’t want to be the girl who cried sheep.” “I think- I think you mean wolf Ed. It’s the boy who cried wolf.” “Is it?” There was a brief pause, “I thought he went around going 'the sheep, the sheep.’” The high pitched way he said the sheep and the fact I could practically hear his arm waving around caused a laugh to bubble up. “Hmm…Anyway, don’t do that unless you want a very upset Teddy on your hands. Just ask me to meet up.” “Well we wouldn’t want that.” I pause “I gotta ask-” He already knew what I was asking before it left my mouth. “It’s a nickname from when I was younger. People that are close to me call me that still.” I had the image of a small red headed boy with fuzzy looking hair that went everywhere. It brought a smile to my face. “It’s fitting. You’re pretty cuddly.” After it came out of my mouth I cringe. That’s what every guy wants to hear. You’re cute and cuddly. “Not always.”  There was something about the way he said that that made me think there was something more to it than what he was letting on. Before I could ask or put more thought into he had started talking again. “But onto more important matters. I’m guessing that message was saying you saying yes?” “It was. What time should I be at your suite?” “Let’s say 7? Does that give you enough time to get ready after work?” “Plenty. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got up your sleeve.” “I honestly don’t know how I’m gonna top the Simpsons date. That’s usually like what, a third or fourth date? We’re going backwards.” He had a point. We had already spent the night together, but who says we have to follow some strict dating flowchart? “That’s what makes it fun, innit?” Mimicking his often used phrase. “Though we did have a meal first, so I’d say that’s cliché.” “In our pajamas. At 2 in the morning.” “Yknow what we should do then? The most cliché date ever. Dinner and a movie.” He was silent for a moment as he thought it over “How 'bout dinner and let me plan what comes after?” “Oh?” I reply slyly “What do you have in mind?” “Oh aren’t you dirty. You’ll just have to wait and see, love.” His voice dropping to a sultry growl when he said love that caused me to shiver. “Mmm, either way, I can’t wait to see what you have planned.” “See you tomorrow.” I could hear the smile in his voice “See you tomorrow Ed.”

******************************************************* Ed’s POV

I was in the middle of lunch when I hear my phone ring. I almost didn’t answer it, whoever it was could wait until I was finished eating. Yet I found my hand reaching for the small device. When I saw Adi’s name on the screen I hit the accept button. It was the middle of the day so it must be important for her to call while she was at work.

“Adi, are you okay?” A variety of scenarios were running through my head. She got hurt, she got fired, somebody died.

“Hey, Ed.” I could hear regret tainting her voice and my heart both sank and somehow leapt in my throat. “I might have to push our date back a bit. They just dropped alot  of work on me because apparently Nobody knows how to enter shit into a computer. And this all needs to be in today. I’m hoping to be out of here by 6 but I thought I’d give you a heads up in case I’m running behind.” I could hear some furious clacking in the background.

At least she’s not cancelling on me. “I’ll be here waiting for you whenever you get done. Just keep me filled in okay. And hey, don’t be too hard on yourself. Or that keyboard.” I hear her huff but the clacking didn’t lighten up. “Oh and if you’re thinking about skipping lunch, don’t. Angry Teddy, y'know?”

The clacking stops and I hear a drawer being pulled open and what sounded like a wrapper crinkling, “There, are you happy?” Her mouth full, apparently to make a point that she was eating something. The typing had started up again, but was significantly less agitated than before.

“There had better be more than that granola bar.” She had mentioned she kept some in her desk when she needed a pick me up during the day. Since she had produced something on such short notice that had to be it.

There’s a long silence before, “How’d you know it was a granola bar? Are you here now?” Her voice creeping up.  I could picture the bar sticking out her mouth so her hands were free to continue typing, her head turning, frantically looking for me lurking in a corner.

“No, you told me you kept some in your desk, remember?”

“Oh, oh that’s right. I did didn’t I?” A breath of relief fell out of her mouth. That was a bit odd…though I guess I would be weirded out too.

“You know what they say, work hard, play hard.” I hear her snort and mutter something about all she got was a hard time. “But you go, work and get that done so we can have fun tonight.”

“Okay, well I’m going to go tackle this.”

“Okay, see you tonight”

I close my phone, setting it on the table before returning to my lunch. Being in the music business I was used to plans shifting. Nothing was ever set in stone. People come around asking things like hey, so and so is having a gig, want to swing by? Or there’s a wicked party happening at this house, wanna hit it up? She was annoyed, that much was blatantly clear. Even in her texts I could tell her mood hadn’t improved much. It made me wonder just how much work they had shoved on to her. By the way it was looking she would be out before 7 so everything would still be on time. I had started getting ready and at 6:45 she had messaged saying she just left and was just going home to change and be right over.  

The place I had picked was nice, with a laid back feel to it. I wasn’t a fan of overly fancy places. Last time I had dined at one they looked at me like I had rolled in filth and sat down at the table when I asked for a bottle of ketchup. Ever since then I’ve avoided them as much as I could. Plus the food was amazing, the best I’ve found in the city.

There was a knock on my door a little after 7. I pulled door open, my eyes falling on Adi, who’s face quickly broke into a smile. She had chosen a sleeveless dress with a white lacy top, with a deep reddish purple collar. The skirt was the same reddish purple shade, knee length, the type that flairs out when spinning. A small silver purse was across her body. I also noticed her glasses were different. The frames were a bigger, yet the edges were actually thinner. They still black but less rectangular and looked more like an upside down trapezoid. They suited her quite well.

After I found my voice I stutter out “Wow, you look amazing.”

“I wasn’t sure what we were doing so I thought I’d play it safe. You look pretty good yourself.”

I look down at what I was wearing, a navy blue button up and jeans. I grab my key and card before closing the door behind me. Her mood had drastically improved since the last time I had talked to her. She was practically skipping down the hallway.

“I hope you like pasta, the place we’re going has an amazing penne alla vodka.”

She let out a pretty unlady like snort “Who doesn’t like pasta?”

“People who choose not to eat carbs.”

“You don’t want those types in your life anyway. They’re usually bitches. Probably wouldn’t be so cranky if they’d eat some damn bread.” She shook her head in disbelief.

“Then you’re going to love this place.”

“Good cos I’m starving.”

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As we walked through the restaurant I turned my focus on her. She was looking around the room with a sort of child like wonderment. The top half of walls were covered in thousands of old vintage photos that were placed close together while the bottom was covered in wood planks. There were party lights strung along the walls between the photos adding a light party vibe. The tables were covered in a red and white checked pattern, surrounded by either dark wood chairs with either red or green cushions or red booths. I nudge her arm and point up to the ceiling that was covered in posters. Since I had came through a couple times I had a good rapport with most of the staff. They had led us to a separate room, so we could dine in peace. There was more of an intimate feel, the lights were dimmed and the ceiling was covered in a wine rack, with vines and bundles of grapes woven through to mimic a vineyard. She slid into the booth and  I debated on whether I should sit beside her or not. Eventually deciding to just sit across from her.

“Ed this place is wonderful!” Her eyes sparkling as she looked at the pictures on the wall. That smile playing across her face again.

“I wish it was warm enough to sit outside. It’s decorated like a plaza in Italy. Busts, fountain, you’ve got this,” I point the the ceiling, “I don’t know what it’s called, spanning over head. Light music playing.”

“It sounds delightful, but I love right where we are. Now, down to business.” She flipped her menu open scanning through the dishes. I put my hand on the menu  lowering it down. Her eyes flicked up. They were a light green shade today, with specks of moss and a bit of bark around the edges.

“I should probably add that dishes are served family style.”

“So we’ll be sharing.” She flipped the menu closed. “I’ll let you pick.”

“Are you sure? I’m okay with eating whatever-” She waved her hand, brushing me off.

“I saw the way your eyes lit up when you were talking about the vodka penne. There is no way I’m denying you that. And I want to see if it’s as good as you say.”

This woman…the last girl I was with was picky about everything she ate. Not to mention she went through every food fad you could think of. It made going out to dinner a real hassle. Not that we really did alot anyway, with me being away all the time.

By that time that time the waiter had arrived, the same one I usually had, a fellow by the name of Phillip.

“Ed! It’s so great to see you again. Oh, you brought a lady this time. Fine choice I must say and a good decision bringing her here too.” Sending a wink her way causing her skin to gain a slight pink glow and laugh to fall from her lips. “Now, is it going to be the usual or are we going with something different? Shall I suggest the spaghetti and meatballs? Have yourself a real 'Lady and the Tramp’ moment.” His eyebrows wiggling.

“Well Phillip, I talked the penne alla vodka up and now Adi wants to try it.”

He glanced over to her, which she nodded in agreement. “It’s true. If you could have seen his face…well I’m guessing you have, considering…how could I say no to that?”

“If there’s anything you’d like to sample, just let me know. One of the best things about being seated at the chef’s table is you get to try a bit of everything.”

She looked surprised for a second, her eyes darting around the room before she responded “I like pasta.” Which caused me to snort because she was usually so full of words. She seemed to realise this wasn’t a complete thought so she added “So whatever you recommend us try will be alright with me.”

“See, at least one of you is adventurous.” He shot my direction, with a teasing smile, “Now, drinks?”

I ponder for a moment, nowhere near an expert on wine pairings. “Whatever pairs best with our food.” I turn to Adi “Do you have a preference?”

“Not usually, but I’m feeling red tonight.” There was a small smile on her lips. Like an inside joke I wasn’t in on.

Phillip nodded, scooping up our menus. “I’ll be right back with your wine.”

As soon as he was out of earshot Adi whip around to me “This is the chef’s table?” she hissed.

“Yep, the kitchen is right through that door. Why did you think there was only one table here?”

She shrugged. “Didn’t put much thought in it really. Make sense I 'spose.”

Sometimes by the way she talks and reacts to things, it’s almost like she forgets who I am. That I’m not just a dorky English boy here for Uni or a holiday. Well, I guess I was technically here on holiday. Poor choice. It did bring up one concern for me. How would she handle being linked to someone so well known. Would she melt under the scrutiny? Would it all go to her head and I create a horrible monster? Would she turn out to be just like Al? Cold, greedy and only out for herself? Dropping people as soon as they weren’t any use to her? As I watched her laughing and joking with Phillip, I shoved that thought out of my mind. No she’s too sweet to ever be that cold.

Once Phillip left after dropping of our bottle of wine I decided to turn the subject to something that had been eating at me for the past 36 hours.

“So, why do you hate the eye doctor so much?”

She was taking a sip of her wine, savoring the flavor before she swallowed. “Okay, wow, that’s great wine.” She set the glass down, “Because I don’t want to hear I have to have another surgery on my eye.”

“Another surgery? So you’ve already had one?”

I saw her shift slightly, “Yeah…to fix the damage from when this happened.” She pointed to her scar. “There’s a chance that more scar tissue can develop that would cause them to have to go back in and fix it again.”

“Can you see out it?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but it’s, oh how did the doctor put it….” She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “I can’t really focus on things. It’s like how when you wake up in the morning and everything’s out of focus.”

That explained why she shot pool with one eye closed. It threw her off if she tried it with them both open.  "So, do you have to have surgery?“

“No, not yet but I have to go back in a month to check it again. She thinks there might be some starting. We’re going to see if my new glasses help.”

“No more contacts?”

“No more contacts.” She seemed slightly upset about that.

“Well, not that you asked but, I like you with your glasses Especially those new ones.”

“Oh?” She reached up and adjusted them. “I’ll have to keep that in mind then.”

When Phillip brought out our meal Adi’s mouth dropped open. One of the things they pride themselves in is making sure you don’t go home hungry. The dish took up the majority of the table, roughly the size of a large pizza and it was filled way past the top in a glorious mountain of pasta.

“That’s alot of pasta.” She stuttered out. She doesn’t know about Teddy Two Meals. She’s going to learn tonight.

Phillip laughed “You said you liked pasta. And your date, really, really likes pasta. Trust me, you’ll be grateful when I bring out some others to try.”

“Ed, there’s no way we can eat all this! And more? No way. Nun uh.”

I grab a fork and begin digging in. “You underestimate my power, love.”

Her eyebrow flew up with a slight smile. “All that power but you don’t have the high ground so…” She winked before sticking her fork in her mouth, her eyes falling closed and moaning. “Oh my god, this is amazing.”

So, she reacts that way to pasta, I wonder how she’ll react to my…no, Ed, don’t go there. I shove the thought out of my head and decide to vocalise “You know Star Wars?” instead.

“Mhmm, me and Nate used to watch them all the time when we were little.”

“I’ve got a lego Death Star that I put together while I was on tour. Ended up getting dropped while being moved but I got another one and it’s at my house back home…” Okay, well she probably thinks you’re nothing but a giant man child now.

“You have any now?” She was spearing a couple noodles onto her fork. Phillip had brought us separate plates but both of us seemed perfectly content eating it straight from the bowl.

“What, any legos? No, why?”

She shrugged “Thought it was something we could do on down days. You seem to enjoy building them by the way your face lit up.”

“I’m definitely going to pick some up now.” Is she even real? There’s no way I find someone like this after how low I’ve sunk. That’s just not how the world works.

I soon found out I had no reason to worry about being childish. She had flipped one of the noodles around in her mouth and was now blowing it like a whistle while crossing her eyes, causing me to spit some of my wine back in my glass. She grinned as she chewed, seeming pretty proud of herself. Part of me wondered if the wine had something to do with it. She was definitely alot more giggly than she was earlier. When Phillip brought a smaller plate of spaghetti and meatballs she turned to him and blurted out,

“Those meatballs are huge! You’re killing me Phillip. You’re killing me with pasta but if that’s how I go, that’s how I go.” She stuck her fork into it, cutting off a piece. A part of me wanted to say I had plenty of practice with big balls since I washed mine everyday but it seemed a little too crude to say at the table in a restaurant

. Despite what Phillip had said, the first time I came here I sampled everything so I knew what to expect. She was right, the meatballs were huge, the size of tangerines. I decided to pay her back for the recorder noodle by doing the same thing with the spaghetti. It backfired, slapping against my face, splattering sauce all over me and my glasses causing her to burst out laughing. Another perk of being at the chef’s table. We could be as loud as we wanted and not disturb another diner.

When the chef came out, Adi leaned forward and whispered “You think he’s gonna yell at us cos we’re being obnoxious?” Turns out he was pleased with all the laughter. According to him good food should bring about lots of laughter and joy. He wasn’t wrong. We chatted a bit with him, before he left and came back with our final dish, a giant slice of cheesecake topped with cherries. He was beaming with all the praise she was giving him about the food and said we deserved it. When he set the slice on our table she groaned saying how there was no way she could eat cheesecake on top of all the pasta.

“Ah come on, there’s a second stomach for dessert.”  I sang as sank my fork into the thick, creamy filling. I held my fork out for her to take a bite. She stared at it for a moment before leaning forward and taking it into her mouth. She muttered fuck it, grabbed her fork and dug in with me.

Once everything was finished and plates cleared away (Adi muttering in disbelief that we ate every bit of it) we chatted for a little bit before we went to the second part of the date. Her hand found mine on the ride, her head resting on my shoulder. I was starting to worry that maybe it was too much food and I had put her into a food coma when I saw her eyes were closed, with a smile on her face. When the taxi stopped in front of Uni’s she perked up, looking slightly puzzled.

“We’re not recreating our meeting our we? I don’t think I could handle that hangover two weeks in a row. Also, I don’t think the food will taste as good coming back up.”

“No, I saw that they had karaoke so I thought we could enjoy a show. That way we can still talk if we want to.”

She patted my arm in an apologetic way. “Karaoke Night is Saturday. Friday’s are performances.”

“Still good, innit? They aren’t all metalcore are they?” I didn’t think I could handle another round of blaring metal music.

“No, they have a pretty big variety come through here. It’s usually acoustic stuff.”

We head in and Adi leads me upstairs to the staging area. I glance at the pool table where we were playing a week ago, a smile coming across my face at the memory. There wasn’t as many people here tonight, so we were able to get a table with a good view of the stage. I went to get drinks as she settled in, asking for a whisky and coke. As I was waiting on the drinks the guy who was performing tonight came on stage. Lightly teased light brown hair, slight beard. Plain grey sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, pair of jeans and what looked like vans, holding a guitar. He certainly didn’t look like he played metal. He gave off more of a folk music vibe. I sat down beside Adi, placing her drink in her hands. She thanked me, taking a sip.

After he finished tuning he began singing. His voice was on the deeper side, with a definite folk sound. He sounded pretty good, I could tell he was used to playing in front of people because his stage presence was solid. He’d play an original song, then a cover to keep everyone involved and interested. He also took requests that were shouted out and his banter was light and fun. Mostly poking fun at himself.  

“So come on, get higher, loosen my lips Faith and desire and the swing of your hips Just pull me down hard And drown me in love.”

I look over to see Adi with her eyes closed mouthing the words along with him, swaying in her seat. Her fingers idly playing with the stir stick in her drink. Once he finishes the song I lean over to her “Do you know him?” Of course she could have just known the song but the way her face brightened when he started talking told me better.

“Mhmm, that’s Levi. He’s one of the regulars, he plays here at least once a month. He was a part of our group. We kinda fell apart when this place caught fire. Chances are this is his first time performing since they’ve reopened.”

“Why don’t you invite him to have a couple drinks with us once he’s done?”  My question seemed to surprise her.

“You sure? We are on a date after all.” She took a swig of her drink, draining the last bit of it.

“Yeah, why not? We had the romantic part.” She snorted, probably remembering the sauce splattered all over my glasses. “Okay, we had the dinner part.”

She shrugged “Okay, yeah, it’ll be great to catch up.”

It wasn’t too much longer he was wrapping up his set. Adi had hopped out of her chair and weaved her way to the  edge of the stage where he was putting his guitar away. She tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned around I could see the surprise on his face from where I was sitting. He had pulled her into a hug and I hadn’t realised how tall he was until then. Granted, Adi was short, I had at least five inches if not more on her but this guy. This guy towered over her. When they had reached the table I had stood up.

“Levi, this is-” Adi had started, but he had cut her off.

Dammit I was curious at how she was going to introduce me.

“Oh, I know exactly who this is.” He didn’t look star struck or even remotely surprised. No, I couldn’t quite put my finger on that expression. His voice was pleasant enough. My face however must have looked worried because he clapped a hand on my shoulder. “No worries, everyone’s a family here. You’re safe. What happens at Uni, stay’s at Uni. Unless you take them home with you.”

He held his hand out, which I took, my hand dwarfed in his. I was also surprised by how rough it was. “Nice to meet you Levi.”

He nodded, pointing at the bar. “I’ll buy the next round. What are you guys having?”

When he left to get the drinks I looked over to Adi “Did you tell him who you were here with when you asked?” I asked casually

“No, I just asked if he wanted to join me and the guy I was with for drinks. Why?”

Well, that’s vague. “Because he didn’t seem surprised at all to see me. It surprised me as all.”

“Don’t know what to tell you. Maybe he doesn’t get starstruck easy. Besides, I thought you like that?”

“I do.”

She reached over and grabbed my hand. “He wasn’t lying when he said no one would say you were here.” Before I could answer he had came back with our drinks. He pulled a chair up from the neighboring table and settled in across from Adi. I decided to strike up a conversation “So Levi, what do you do for a living, or do you sing full time?”

“I’m a contractor, but singing professionally is a dream of mine. But you don’t want to hear about my boring life. Your life is where it’s at. What’s it like touring and being on the road?”

“Lonely.” I had said, without really thinking much about it. Both of them looked at me, Levi confused, Adi with sympathy. Deciding that I was not about to bring the mood down, I quickly add “But it’s never a dull moment. Seeing all these different places. It’s surreal. It really makes you appreciate the little things though. Like beds and a homecooked meal. God, I haven’t had a proper fry up in ages.” I added as an afterthought.

“What’s a fry up?” Adi chimed in. “Oh, um, it’s breakfast.”

“It’s different in Britain?” Levi had asked, mildly curious

“Yeah, kinda, it’s similar, but there are some differences. You don’t really find it here in the States.”  I shrugged it off, taking a drink of my beer. I didn’t want to spend the night discussing the difference between English and American foods.

Levi’s attention had turned to Adi “So, what have you been up to? Surely you’ve gotten that promotion by now. You were working your ass off to get brought up the last time you were here.”

“Ah…no…not yet…I’m still chugging away, yknow doing all the stuff they’re too lazy to do themselves.”

He shook his head. “They’re idiots then. No one deserves it more than you.”

“Yeah, well try telling that to Greg.” She muttered bitterly. “I almost didn’t get to make our date because of him.”

His eyes widened at that, and for a brief moment there was a look of shock that rushed across his face. There it was, the reaction I had been waiting for, even though he tried his best to conceal it. “Wait, if you’re on a date, why am I here? I’m intruding.”

He made to get up but I stopped him, “Nah mate, stay.”

“You sure?” He was half hovering over his seat.

“Yeah, stay. Everything’s funner with friends, innit?”

He sank back down, taking another swig of his beer. I wasn’t sure why I wanted him to know that she was here with me. He hadn’t been acting like he was interested in her. They really did seem like nothing more than old friends. It was just something about the way he said I know exactly who this is. There was almost a distrust or anger behind it. Then it clicked. He’s saw the articles the gossip sites have wrote about me. How I was quickly burning out, spiralling out of control with alcohol and drug abuse. How I cheated on my ex. How my holiday was a ruse and I was really in rehab. He must have believe all of it. Even if most of it was lies, people just love a scandal. He thinks I’m bad news…maybe he’s right…

We had spent a majority of the night with me telling them about crazy celebrity stories and what he had to look forward to when he made it big. I had promised to send a copy of his demo off to some bigwigs in the industry.

“-I ended up waking up in Jennifer Aniston’s sun room. Not even shitting you. I didn’t even know where I was. I just knew it was bright as fuck and my head was throbbing. It took me a minute to remember what had happened the night before. She probably had no clue I passed out there. I just got up, grabbed my shit and left.”

They were both laughing hysterically, Adi’s cheeks were flushed from laughing so much, mixed with the amount of alcohol we’d consumed. I could feel the warming effects myself. Levi pushed his chair back and stood up.

“Well as much fun as it’s been kids, I’m gonna call it a night and head home.”

He gave Adi a quick hug and me another handshake before heading out the door. I look over at Adi and I could tell she was getting tired as well.  

“You want to head out too?”

She nodded, stifling a yawn behind her hand, the other one coming up under her glasses rubbing her eye. She such a cute sleepy girl. I settled the tab and we headed out the door. The cool air waking me up a bit.

“I only live a block away from here if you wanna walk there.”

“A block away, huh? Alright, lets go.” As we were walking I remember her saying something about the bar catching fire. Which explained why some of the bricks were blackened. I just assumed it was some jackasses playing around with booze and lighters, seeing how could make the biggest fireball “Hey, didn’t you say they had to rebuild this cos it burned down?’

"Yep. Took out most of the block.”

“So…you were living here when it happened.”

“Yep…..” She paused, “I was actually supposed to be there that night. I fell asleep and got woken up by all the commotion. The firetrucks, people running through the halls banging on doors telling everyone to get up.”

“Jesus, that sounds awful.”

“Yeah…yeah it was awful…” She had a far away look in her eyes but snapped out of it pretty quickly. “But luckily no one got hurt. So there’s the silver lining I guess.” She pulled a door open and we began climbing stairs. Flight after flight after flight. “Sorry, I live at the top…If  I would have thought about it I would have just used the elevator.” Her voice echoing through the empty stairwell.

We finally reached the top and she led me to her door. She lingered outside it for a moment. “I had a great time, though I’m pretty sure I could have a great time with you anywhere.”

“Oh? Well, we might have to test that.” Grinning at her.

“What you got?

"Off the top of my head? Traffic jam.”

“Oh, you mean an impromptu sing along? Blast the stereo and just jam? Oh, god, the horror.” I laughed, then realised I was being kinda loud so I bit down on my bottom lip. “You’re fucking sexy as hell when you do that.” she uttered it almost like a confession.

My mouth was on hers before she could react. She wasn’t thrown for long, her arms coming around my waist, pulling me tighter to her. I gently backed her into the door, pressing her against it. My hands running down her body, brushing over her hips. She responded by sliding her tongue into my mouth. Her hands had slid down and was now gripping my ass, tongue still expertly exploring my mouth. I slid my hand under her skirt, dragging my fingers along her bare thigh. She didn’t pull away, if anything, it seemed to spur her along. I glided over to her panties, rubbing her over the fabric, which caused her to moan lightly. I moved the fabric aside, running a finger along her slit, which was beginning to become slick. When I slipped my finger inside she moaned louder into my mouth. When I added my middle finger she groaned loudly. Her hold on me tightened and I continued to slide my fingers in and out of her curling them inward slightly as I did so. Then, without warning, she broke away.

“No, not like this Ed.” Her voice was soft

“Wot? Do you not like it?” I asked confusingly. She seemed to be enjoying it a moment ago.

“ I do, just, not while we’re drunk. I want you but not like this. I don’t want sloppy drunken sex. I want…” She trailed off, her eyes falling to the floor.

The drunken haze  seemed to lift and I realised the indecency of the situation. The skirt of her dress as bunched up to her stomach, her panties shoved aside.  I was finger fucking her in her hallway for anyone to see. She was right, I wanted her but not like this. She’s not an one night stand, someone that I’d  fuck and never see again. I pull my fingers out and adjust her skirt for her.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Adi, I’m so sorry. I’m a fucking ass.”

She unlocked her door, pushing it open.  "You gave me plenty of time to say no and stopped when I did.“ She jerked her head toward the door,  "Now, come on, let’s get some coffee in you.”

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Boomin (Part 3)

Hey Everybody! Thank you for your response to Part 2 of this story! It always makes me so happy reading what you all have to say! Here is part 3 of the story. I will say in advance that there will be another part after this one and that will be the final part. It is written and ready to go but the more likes, comments, and reblogs I get the sooner I will post. I can’t wait for you guys to read it! This is  one of my favorite stories to write. Thanks for the support. 

P.S. It’s really long. I just can’t find a way to shorten them. 

The months went by faster than one could imagine, and Val and Sharna continued going strong in their relationship. They had begun a new season of Dancing with the Stars and were both doing well with their new partners. Outside of the show, they had shared many laughs and created many new memories, along with having their fair share of fights, but never ones that didn’t end with a kiss. Their relationship was perfect and it was looking like it was headed in the right direction.

In week 5 of the competition, Sharna had received the first perfect score of the season with her partner. The night was filled with congratulatory tweets and texts which made her incredibly happy but her favorite was the picture of her and her partner receiving their tens, that Val had posted on his instagram with the caption, “This one, got the first perfect score of the season. Congrats to my @SharnaBurgess. I agree with them. You’re all 10’s.”

She liked it and replied with a bunch of heart eye emojis.

Later on that night she was laying in bed scrolling through instagram and trying to think of ideas for their next dance. Val was fast asleep next to her, but his breathing kept her steady. She liked to listen to him, it was peaceful to her. She started scrolling through itunes trying to find the version of the song that they had been assigned, when a new text message notification popped up on her phone. The name read, “Laurie Hernandez”. Sharna clicked the message and smiled as she read the message.

“Shar! Congrats on your fabulous score tonight!”

“Hey Nugget! Thanks!! It’s been awhile. How are you?” A few minutes passed but then her phone rang with a response, “I’m great! Missin my Big Sis.”

Sharna smiled and typed back, “Missing my little sis. You free tomorrow? Want to grab some breakfast?”

Immediately the typing bubble popped up on the screen. “Of course I do. Fratelli’s at 10?”

“You got it. See you then.” Sharna locked her phone and set it on the bedside table. She then turned off the lamp and moved closer to Val nustling into him, her back pressed up against his chest. He resituated himself and wrapped his arm around her, kissing the top of her head.

“Goodnight baby. I love you.” He said groggily.

“You too.” She grabbed his hand and held it as she fell asleep.

The next morning Sharna woke up to an empty bed. There was a note left on the pillow that said that Val had gone to the studio to start practicing early. She always loved the notes he left her if he had woken up before her. They had gotten into the habit of spending every night together whether at her place or Val’s but they each had a key to the others and seldomly ever spent the night apart. She took the note and put it in her nightstand drawer where she saved all the others that he had left her, along with a bunch of other little memorabilia symbolizing their relationship. She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for her breakfast. She then walked out into the bedroom and made the bed before shutting out the light and walking out into the main space of her apartment. She had a glass of water and then headed out for her breakfast. As soon as she arrived at fratelli’s she was greeted Yaron Abraham. “Ms. Burgess. What brings you here today?”

Sharna smiled. “Just meeting Laurie.”

“Oh Val’s not coming?” “Not today.”

“Ok Then. We’ll seat you in the back corner.” He brought her over to the table in the far corner where they would be hidden from the ground.

Ten minutes later Laurie arrived and ran over to Sharna, “Shar!!!” Sharna jumped up out of her seat and pulled Laurie in for a hug. “Ahh, I missed you!” “You too” She scrunched up her nose and smiled. She then moved to the other side of the table and sat down. Shortly after Yaron walked over to the table. “What can I get for two of the most important women in my nephew’s life?”

“Egg whites and wheat toast please.” Sharna smiled at him.

“I’ll have the same.” Laurie waited till he left and then looked at Sharna. “So, How have you been? You look dashing! As always” Laurie smiled and started fiddling with the straw.

“I’m great!! Everything’s been great!!” “And how’s Val?”

The waiter brought them each over a cup of coffee. Sharna waited till he left and then spoke again, “Val’s amazing. He’s great. We’re great. I’ve never been happier.” Sharna took a sip of her coffee, “And how’s your love life? I know you wanted to start dating.”

“Ahh, that brings us to our next topic of conversation.” “Oh?” Sharna raised her eyebrows in questioning.

“So, you know how you said I could come talk to you about-” Sharna smiled, knowing what was coming. “Yes, I remember.”

“Well, I’ve been dating this guy for a little more than two months now.”

“Oooo. What’s his name?” “Jake. I really really like him. But how do you know-” Laurie took a pause and a deep breath. “When you’re ready?”

“Ready for what?” Sharna was unsure as to what was going to be asked. She began taking a sip of coffee when Laurie spoke again.

“Ready to have sex.”

Sharna did a spit take and her coffee flew across the table. Laurie scrunched from getting sprayed in coffee. Sharna coughed trying to clear her throat and get a bearing on things. “I’m sorry. I was not expecting that.”

“Clearly.”

“Laurie, you’re young, sweetie.”

“I’m 17. And I really like him. Really really like him.”

“When it comes to this it’s not really about liking. It’s about feeling comfortable enough with someone to give yourself to them. It takes time.”

“You slept with Val right away.”

Sharna took a breath before formulating her next thoughts. “Two completely different situations. A) I knew Val for a long long time before we got together and B) I’m an adult. Feelings are more developed and established at an age like mine. Sex isn’t something that you rush into sweetheart. People do. I’m not going to say that I haven’t. But starting right, is the right way to go. It’s so much better with someone who loves you.”

“I don’t want to lose him.”

“Who? Jake?”

“Yeah. What if I don’t sleep with him and he breaks up with me?”

“Then he doesn’t deserve you. Never has and never will. If he likes you enough, he will wait for you.”

Laurie nodded taking in the advice she so desperately needed from one of the people she looked up to most in this world. “Thanks Shar.”

“Anytime. Nugget.”

The rest of the day went peacefully. Sharna had finished breakfast with Laurie and then had asked her if she wanted to come to the studio to visit everyone. She happily obliged and spent the day with her former cast members. She gave Sharna a big hug before she left thanking her again, and Sharna reminded her that she’s too special to sacrafice her happiness for someone else’s.

Later that night, she went over to Val’s after agreeing that they would spend the night at his place. She found him lying in bed on his phone. He was wearing basketball shorts and no shirt. He smiled when he saw her. “Hey, you.”

Sharna walked over to him and kissed him before putting her stuff down on the chair in the corner of his room. “I’m just going to take a shower. It’s been a long day.”

“Can I come with?”

“Like you even have to ask.”

About an hour later, after an extra long shower, Sharna stayed in the bathroom cleansing her face as Val walked into his bedroom and got ready to go to sleep. She slipped into one of his flannels that he had left for her and walked out into the bedroom to meet him. He was lying in the bed on his back, facing up at the ceiling. The lamp on her side had been left on so she could find her way to bed. She made her way around, setting her phone on the nightstand and climbed in bed under the covers. She sat up, with her back against the headboard as she grabbed a magazine that she had brought with her and began flipping through it. “So, you want to hear about my morning?” She asked the man next to her.

“I always do.”

“So Laurie asked me about sex.”

“What?” Val’s eyes shot open and he propped himself up to look at her.

“When we went out to breakfast she told me about her new boyfriend and asked how she’d know if she was ready to have sex with him because she thought she was.”

“She’s not.”

“I know that. And I told her. Don’t worry.”

“Jeez. Shar. You gave me a near heart attack. My innocent little Laurie.”

Sharna threw the magazine on the table next to her and started running her fingers through his hair as he closed his eyes again. “She accused me of not waiting, because me and you did it right away.”

“You and I did it after knowing each other for over 10 years.”

“That’s what I told her.”

“Good. Kids these days.” “You broke yours when you were young.”

“Yea, but it was a mistake and I’m also not little innocent Laurie.”

“I agree with you.” Sharna reached to turn the lamp off and slid down into bed. “I’m still glad she felt comfortable enough to come talk to me. It was such a mom moment.” She smiled nestling into him.

Val pulled her closer and wrapped his arm around her. “You’d be such a good mom.”

“You think one day we will-” “Yes babe. One day we will have everything together.”

Their relationship continued smooth sailing from there. 1 year of laughs and new memories, 1 year of fights that always ended with a kiss ,and 1 year of complete love. Their relationship had lasted through every obstacle it was presented with and had proven itself strong enough to last through anything.

After winning season 24 with her partner, Sharna took the summer off from work allowing herself to go with Val on tour for Maks and Val: Our Way Part 2. She traveled to every city with him enjoying every show as much as the last. She loved being an aunt to Shai and getting to see his shining face every day, it only made her more excited for her future with Val. After the tour they both competed in another season of Dancing with the Stars but weren’t as lucky this time around, landing in 5th and 7th place but as fan favorites they were still asked to headline the winter tour together. They happy agreed, excited to head out on the road and meet their fans. The show was filled with upbeat numbers along with some slow dances. Upon request by the fans, Sharna and Val danced together in all the group numbers and had 2 individual dances together. One Rumba and one Samba. The audiences were loving the show, fully engaged with each individual number. The meet and greets were hugely successful as well, they both loved meeting fans, it was one of their favorite parts of being on tour.

They were now halfway through the tour and were making their annual stop at Radio City. All of Val’s friends and family were attending the show as they all lived in New York. They performed the show with no mistakes and it seemed as if it was their best run of it yet. When it was over they all bowed individually, Sharna and Val receiving the biggest cheers and claps as the favorites of many members in the audience. The confetti fell and music began playing before Val grabbed the microphone from one of the crew members. He ran back out on stage.

“Everybody. Everybody.”

He grabbed the attention of everyone in the room. Sharna looked around at her castmates confused. “Can you all just take a seat for a second please.” He cleared his throat. “On behalf of the DWTS Tour cast and crew, I would truly like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. Please give yourself a hand.” Everyone clapped until Val silenced them. “But in addition, while I have your attention, I’d like to do something else. How many of you are here with your significant other tonight” People raised their hands and screamed. “Well, you see it’s an incredibly nice thing to be with the person you love everyday. And I’m grateful to be able to be with my love all throughout this tour.

“Chmergesss!!!!” Someone yelled from the audience.

“Yes. Yes. Chmergess.” Val started walking to the side of the stage. “So, depending on how closely you follow us, you know that Sharna and I have been dating for about a year now.”

Everyone cheered.

“Endgame!!!” Alex yelled knowing Val would know it was him.

Val continued talking, “But we’ve known each other for a lot longer and I feel comfortable enough to share with you all that I am more in love than I have ever been before.” More cheers from the audience erupted. “Now New York, is a special place for me. My family is here. My friends for here, and it’s where I grew up. So I figured why not add another special moment in New York? Right?” Again, the audience cheered. “So, Can i please ask my love to come up here and join me on the stage.”

Emma and Lindsay pushed Sharna forward to the front of the stage on the opposite side from Val. “Sharna, you told me a year ago, that you wanted a relationship with hearts and flowers, and from the moment we became a couple I promised myself that I would do everything I could to make sure you had hearts and flowers. So with the help of some friends, I’d like to give them to you.” Val turned to the audience. “Everyone who was given a rose tonight from Mr. Alan Bersten at the meet and greet, can you please come join me on the stage?” Twelve different people of different ages started walking to the stage. “.They all held a single rose. Once they were all on the stage and standing in between Val and Sharna, Val spoke “Sharna, these 12 people are super fans of yours. During the meet and greet, I spotted the biggest fans of yours and then signaled to Alan to deliver them with special instructions. They admire you to the moon and back and would do anything for you. But I want you to take how they feel about you, quadruple it and add some. That’s how I feel about you.” He pointed to his chest. He started making his way across the line of people and as he passed them he would take their rose and say something. He reached the first girl who was 13. He took her rose in his hand. “Rose 1. She loves you because you teach her to be a better person. I love you because you make me a better person” he continued walking doing the same for each rose. “rose 6. He loves you because he thinks you’re hot. I love you because I think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He was gathering all the roses in his hand. He reached the last one. “Rose 12. She loves you for the person you make everyone adore. I love you for the person you made me fall in love with.” He was now holding a bouquet of roses and standing in front of her. “I love you Sharna Burgess. And i want you to know that every day with me will be special no matter where we are. You’re my life. You’re my love. You’re my heart and I’d like to ask you to be one more thing.” Val pulled a ring box out of his pocket and got down on one knee. “Sharna Burgess. I love you, and I always will. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” Sharna felt tears streaming down her face. “Yes, Baby. Yes.” Val got up and picked her up spinning her around. Everyone clapped and cheered. She kissed him. He set her down and took her left hand, removing the ring from the box and sliding it on her finger. “I love you.”

“I love you.” She rested her forehead against his. The cast swarmed them in hugs. Val quickly came to the front. “That’s a wrap. Thank you to everyone for coming out. Tune in to Dancing with the Stars in March!”

“So we’re engaged.” Sharna said as threw her bag on the couch of the tour bus and cuddled up in a corner.

“Yes we are.” Val sat next to her putting his arm around her and kissing her.

“It’s soo shiny.” She held up her hand looking at her new Harry Winston engagement ring.

“Only the best for the best.” He tilted her chin up so he could press his lips to hers.

“Sharna! Hold up your hand!” She heard Emma call. She continued kissing Val and held up her hand. All the girls surrounding Emma “awed.”

“Let me see.” sharna waved her hand for Emma to come over. Emma handed her the phone and Sharna smiled when she saw the picture. “Can I send it to myself?”

“Of course you can.”

Sharna did as she asked and then opened the picture sending it to Val and then clicking the share button. Instagram opened and Sharna picked the natural setting, leaving it without a filter. She then thought about a caption before she typed it and came up with the perfect one. “Engaged to my love, @iamvalc. We’ve made it through pretty little liars, and a whole bunch of roses but it was totally worth the wait. He’s the love of my life and I’m so glad I got to say yes. Also, #Nofilter -the diamond is just that sparkly.”

Val laughed when he read the caption over his shoulder. “You’re too much.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened instagram. He added the picture and then typed the caption. “She said yes. So glad I got to share this moment with my love. In front of my friends and family. Best night of my life. Thank you @sharnaburgess. Thank you for making me the happiest man alive.”

Sharna read it and gave him a kiss. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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