#my building’s doorman walked in while I was working out shirtless

[corpish]

solo time at the gym 💪 (insta)

#my building’s doorman walked in while I was working out shirtless #and was like ‘hello! 👋’ #love him #gay #bi #lgbt #nyc #me

[twilightdruig]

sleeping with the ceo

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

summary: one night stand before the first day of his new job and oops that was his new boss he was sleeping with.

warnings: ceo!reader , assistant!george , muggle!au , mentions of sex , one night stand , awkwardness , fwb

words: 1.8k

a/n: unedited!! i have a love hate relationship with this and i just wanted to say @wandsandwheezes , @chokemepansy , @rcwenaclaw , and @nancybycrs are such huge inspirations to me like their writing is amazing <33

y/n didn’t know how she got here. she remembers going out with her friends, having a few drinks and partying a bit.

now, she was tangled in unfamiliar sheets with an attractive man next to her. she examined him, he was lanky, had ginger hair and freckles littered his body.

she vaguely remembers him buying her a drink. she had this fuzzy memory of his hands roaming her body. she slightly remembered his name starting with a ‘g’.

he started fussing and moving around in his sleep. he slipped his hand back to her waist so she couldn’t try to escape. he let out a groan in her ear and tightened his arms around her.

she didn’t want to wake him up so she subtly tried to nudge his chest. they were both still very naked. none of them bothered to put anything on after last night.

she raked her brain to remember what his name was. was it glen? gabriel? george? george. it sounded familiar. george. george! that was his name. he looked like a george too.

“george” she whispered slowly “george!” she whispered again a little louder. “george” she said one last time with a nudge.

he jumped a little. his eyes were now open but still droopy. he attempted to go back to sleep but awoke once again when he realized there was a beautiful girl in his arms. a beautiful naked girl. that was also when he remembered he had a job interview today.

he shot up and quickly covered himself when he realized he was undressed. she quickly turned the other way as well.

“hey there! uh… y/n right?” he exclaimed frantically, panic evident in his eyes. fred and lee somehow convinced him to come with them and celebrate fred’s job offer. the three always celebrated together. when lee finished his internship, when they graduated, when they bought their first cars, etc.

“yeah, hi!” she greeted. this was the most awkward thing she’s ever experienced. she’s a ceo! she’s fired people, yelled at people and have been in way more embarrassing moments. this is gonna be fine.

“well — uhm, it’s the first day of my job and it’s kind of really important. you can stay if you want to, my brother can take care of it” he offered.

“oh! i also have work to attend to, actually” she declined.

“oh… well then. this,” he gestured in between them, “was great. really! i wish i could spend more time but this is huge”

“no, i totally understand” she smiled.

when he left to the bathroom, she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. she walked around the spacious bedroom and picked up her scattered clothes. she just had to get picked up and change in the office. she held her shoes by the heals, got dressed up in wrinkly, used clothes and exited the room to leave for work.

she squeaked when she found george (or who she thought it was) standing shirtless, and hair dripping in the kitchen. “hi darling, i’m fred” he winked.

“yes… hi, fred. george didn’t mention a twin, only a brother” she pursed her lips feeling slightly embarrassed.

“explains the frightened and confused look”

“yeah… is it alright if i leave? tell george i had a great time last night,” she said “even if i didn’t remember most of it” she whispered to herself.

“yeah, sure!” he took a sip of his beverage “should i tell the doorman to call a taxi for you?”

“that would be really great. thank you so much”

“it’s certainly no problem” he dialed the doorman and requested a taxi.

she ran out the door, catching a glimpse of fred smirking to himself.

george walked out his room all dressed up for work and very nervous.

“missed her mate”

“oh… well i might see her again who knows” ‘oh you certainly will’ fred thought

“tell me, was she a good shag?” fred teased

“yes, actually” george laughed

“reckon she looked quite familiar?” fred asked. he knew who she was and what george was getting himself into but decided to just leave it until george figured it out by himself.

“no. you know her?”

“not really, no. familiar though”

—

she waited outside for a taxi which brought her straight to her office building.

“y/n! where the hell have you been?!” liv, your stand in assistant whisper-yelled to y/n.

“i was out with friends late last night, okay? no big deal”

“it is a big deal! there are a few workers starting her today! including your assistant because i have another job and kids to also attend to.” she handed her a white folder with the logo on the front “this is the list of all the new employees who will visit your office for first day evaluation”

“… except your assistant who will be here shortly”

“i’m gonna need to get changed.” she muttered. boy was today gonna be busy.

she boarded the elevator which took her to the highest floor; her office.

when she arrived, she ran to her personal space, past her assistant desk and into the small walk-in closet. she looked like a downright mess and it wasn’t appropriate to see new employees looking like a slob.

she tried her best looking professional and clean. she didn’t want her employees to know she was out sleeping with a stranger the night before. she did not know what she was getting herself into.

a few minutes passed, she was seated in her desk going through emails and actual mail, checking her calendar and whatnot when she heard the elevator door open.

she looked up and was met with familiar ginger hair, brown eyes and freckles. “george?” “y/n!?” they yelled at the same time.

they saw each other this morning, naked, and tangled in each other’s arms. george didn’t know why he didn’t recognize her, and y/n didn’t know how this was possible ‘who goes out the night before their first day at their job?’.

“heyy,” y/n greeted awkwardly slow “george.”

she could hear a faint and unclear “i slept with my new boss last night” from george.

“and i slept with my new assistant last night as well” she continued, testing the waters. in the amount of times y/n has hired people, this has never happened.

george gave her a tight-lipped smile. now it made sense what fred said this morning. she was of course familiar. the oh so rich ceo of the company he now works at. y/n l/n, multi-millionaire.

“listen, george. if you don’t want to work as my assistant, i can transfer you to one of my managers” she offered. she took his feelings into account, maybe he regret last night, he might be the office slut or whatever was going through his head.

“no! no, y/n. that’s ridiculous. i would love to work for you”

—

weeks turned into months and the two working together went smoothly. he answered her calls, made reservations and bought coffee. they worked like friends, equals. not like one was working for the other.

george especially appreciated the scented candle y/n got him the very next day after the awkward exchange.

y/n would even call him into her office for a quickie almost a year into him working there. it became a regular thing. either her hands down his trousers or her bent over her own desk.

today was different though. george was jittery and nervous. y/n was the least busy she’s ever been. she’d ask what her schedule was every half hour.

he slipped a little something in her calendar tonight, though. 8pm dinner at italiano’s with george. it was kind of a way of asking her out? he thought it was smart.

“georgie, what else is on my schedule today?” she called from her desk while playing with her pen.

“well, sweetheart,” they called each other nicknames and petnames when no one was around “you have a meeting with alicia by 4:30, selene is stopping by for drinks by 5:15 and you have dinner with me at 8”

she registered the meetings into her mind then along came dinner with her assistant with benefits.

“is this your way of asking me out, georgie?” she teased.

“oh, you see right through me huh”

“of course i do,” she poked his sides “literally an hour before your first day i was tangled in your sheets. i think we’ve got quite the bond”

—

after all her meetings and meet ups, it was finally the time for her to go home, or in today’s case, have dinner with george.

they went to a dainty little italian restaurant who served the best pasta she’s ever had (well that’s what she told george). it was quiet especially for a sunday night.

george was sitting across from her as they waited for the food. he started with a little small talk like the weather and the environment. he then talked about the situations at work and other people who worked with them. this felt natural to them. just two friends (or more) talking comfortably in a romantic italian restaurant.

“we had sex the first time today, a year ago” george interjected.

“you really have a way with words, weasley. but really?” y/n asked with wide, surprised eyes. george nodded. “wow! a year ago. that seems like so long”

“it does”

their food was served and they went back to office talk. they also reminisced on how awkward they were. my, my. how much they’ve grown.

“you know, y/n.” he reached to hold her hand “me and fred had this huge idea” he started.

“you know how i told you about those times in high school and college where me, fred and our best friend lee would prank people and joke around?”

“of course”

“we’re opening a shop! we have enough money for it now!” he exclaimed.

“george!” she arose from her seat and gave him a big hug “i am so extremely proud of you”. she knew he was passionate about that. she knew about his mom not supporting him and his brother snd wanting them to take a political or medical job.

george felt like he was gonna tear up. this woman us amazing. she supports him about everything he’s passionate about, she makes sure he’s comfortable and she makes him happy. y/n was all he could ever ask for.

“y/n.” george uttered in her ear, finally gaining the confidence to tell her “i have another thing to tell you.”

“yeah, go ahead georgie” she held his face with her hands.

“i — i am so completely utterly drop dead in love with you” he whispered with a small smile “and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, i just wan-“

she cut him off short by pressing her lips against his, forcefully. it took george a few milliseconds to register what was happening until her kissed her back.

she moved her hands to get tangled with the hair on the nape of his neck while his hands were on her waist. they were smiling in their kiss.

when they pulled back they pushed their heads together. “so… did that mean you love me back or..?”

she kissed him again and again on his cheeks and nose. “yes. it means i love you back. and i don’t care what anyone says.”

george paid for tonight’s dinner for a change and they went back to y/n’s enormous flat and one thing lead to another…

#harry potter #george weasley x reader #george weasley #hogwarts #george weasley imagine #george weasley x fem #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you

[babyjamiebarnes]

Build-A-Bear

Part Ten

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Peter Parker, Steve, Sam

Warnings: mentions of smut (bondage, anal play, breeding kink, slight voyeurism), language, mentions of arson

Summary: Now that reader is stuck back at her apartment, she can finally feel safe again — until that safety is completely compromised. And more than her physical safety is put on the line.

Author’s Note: I’m so fucking stoked for this chapter!!! This is when it starts to get wild!! I hope you all like it! If you even read this, you should let me know who you think the person in question is (you’ll know what I mean when you read it lol). And as always, feel free to buy me a coffee if you want!

Tags: @amourmarvel @fangirlvoice @kennedywxlsh @devilswaldorf @what-the-hap-is-fuckning @alyispunk @fredweasleysbitchh @wearegroot @sunflowerbebe107 @prestigious-tea @brckenmemories @angelbabymed

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Spending the next two weeks sequestered in your apartment wasn’t terrible, but it just cemented your assumption that you couldn’t even pretend to be normal anymore. At least when you were at the Tower, you felt like another face in the crowd compared to the Avengers.

Accommodating your work from home setup wasn’t easy, but you all made it work. Peter worked with you when he was back for a weekend. He even helped you go through more of your fan mail, if you could even call it that. There were some parcels that were genuine fan mail, people wishing you well and young girls saying you inspired them to pursue STEM careers; there were some death threats that you had to send to local law enforcement to investigate; there were mostly creepy letters from men you could only assume were older than your father. One man wrote that he wanted to find out if you smelled as beautiful as you looked. Cringe. Another wrote about how he wanted to suck on your toes until they were wrinkly. Gag. The worst was a man who said he wanted to be sandwiched between you and your dad. Barf.

Steve and Sam used the scanner your dad made to check all your mail before it was even brought upstairs. None had been poisoned or set to explode, but some contained explicit items that you were more than happy to not see.

It was still slightly traumatizing when Steve waltzed in with a package in his arms and said, “Hey [Y/N], I didn’t toss this one because it doesn’t look like it’s from a person. Did you order something from… Romantix?”

You paused mid-chew as you, Bucky, and Sam all sat in your living room enjoying a nice Saturday lunch. Bucky wasn’t fazed, continuing to eat his food; Sam, however, busted out laughing.

“What’s in it, Steve?” Sam asked loudly, clearly trying to rile you up.

“Uh, all the scanner showed was a couple small golf balls -- I think -- and what looked like a top? And a remote.”

Sam kept giggling to himself, Bucky and Steve both looked confused as hell. You moved to grab the box from Steve but Sam beat you to it, tutting at you as you reached for it again.

“Uh-uh. We should open it to make sure everything is safe,” Sam teased.

“Everything in there is safe, I promise,” you swore. When you tried to steal the package back, Sam yoinked it further from your grasp with a devious smile. Your cheeks were burning hot at the thought of the inevitable. Sam was going to open your box, Steve was going to turn red as a tomato, and Bucky was… well, hopefully he was going to take you to your room for the rest of the day.

And before you could try to snatch the box away again, Sam ripped the packing tape off and pulled out the first item: kegel balls.

“What are those?” Steve asked.

“Don’t worry about it!” you shouted, grabbing the vacuum-packed, heavy silver balls from a still giggling Sam. He reached back into the box and you realized you may just have to suck it up and let him have his show-and-tell.

“Here’s that ‘top’ you were talking about,” Sam joked. And in his hands sat… the butt plug.

“Sam, stop! Literally no one here needs to see this except me and Bucky,” you whined.

“In that case, I’m curious. What else is in there?” Bucky asked, leaning forward to peek inside.

“Bucky! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

Sam shrugged and handed the box to Bucky so he could rummage through it instead. You couldn’t really complain as much now that your boyfriend was doing the snooping instead.

“What the -- oh,” Bucky said as he lifted the next item: a remote… tied to a pair of thin black panties.

“Why would those come together?” Steve asked. You weren’t sure if he was serious or not because he may have been born in the early 1900s, but he would’ve had to have checked out modern porn and kinks by now, right?

“Do you want to tell him or should I?” Sam asked with raised eyebrows. His lips were quirked in an annoying smirk. Bucky sat with a similar expression; at least you knew he had brushed up on modern sex.

“They’re vibrating panties,” you deadpanned. Steve fortunately didn’t look too surprised, he just raised his eyebrows and nodded.

“What’s next, Buck?” Sam prompted him to continue unpacking.

“Oh -- oh -- oh yeah. We can have some fun with this,” Bucky laughed as he lifted up the collar and ball gag.

“Damn, [Y/N]. You’re a freaky freak,” Sam laughed. Bucky didn’t even deny this; he just laughed with his friend before continuing with the last items.

“And…” Bucky started to explain. He quickly cut himself off when he saw what was in his hands -- and covering the bottom of the package. Dozens of pieces of lingerie, from skimpy little lace pieces to a loose-fitting satin teddy to a sheer black robe. “Oh, that’s for my eyes only,” he finally said.

Sam and Steve grumbled in response but didn’t push it. They probably realized getting a full reveal of the shit you and Bucky wanted to mess around with was more than they would’ve gotten if you had your way.

And just as you hoped, Bucky took you to your bedroom for a few hours. You found out you didn’t love the plug and the ball gag made you drool, but the collar had a little leash Bucky was able to pull on while hitting it from the back... you liked that one.

From that day on, you made sure to tell the boys when you’d have a package coming in. Bucky definitely perked up at the mention of more mail like that coming his way.

•

Two weeks after the Romantix debacle, Peter was back in town and stoked to help you go through mail again. He didn’t like all the creepy letters, but he was really good at making you laugh at them instead of constantly cringing and gagging. Bucky and Steve even sat to help, but Sam said if he was going to keep cooking for everyone, he didn’t have to sort through mail. And none of you wanted to pass up on his classic New Orleans recipes.

You all sat around your dining room table with your small dining TV playing old episodes of “Criminal Minds” as background noise. The amount of mail you received definitely dropped with time, but you’d still have a hefty pile at the end of the week. The creepy letters were shredded but you liked responding to the nicer letters, so there was a “shred” pile and a “respond” pile on either side of the “open next” pile.

You were all working in near-silence aside from the quiet dialogue on the TV and the occasional clink of pans from Sam in the kitchen. With four of you working, you’d be able to read through everything in about half an hour. As you neared the bottom of the pile, you grabbed a large manilla envelope and felt the weight of whatever was inside. It couldn’t have been dangerous because the boys scanned everything, but you carefully tugged it open nonetheless. You held it upside down and gently shook out the contents: a letter, a smaller envelope, and a DVD. A few people sent mix CDs or fan videos on DVDs and flash drives, so you were initially excited about this one… until you started reading the letter. The choppy typewriter print quickly turned muddled as your blood froze in your veins.

My darling [Y/N],

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? No, I don’t think I shall. I’ll cut to the chase instead: I’m the reason the world knows who you are. Guess I’m a little loose-lipped. Oops! But I needed you to know I’m serious somehow. Or else you wouldn’t see this as a true threat.

I know your little secret. I’ve seen more than I originally planned, but you gave me plenty to work with in my free time. You look beautiful while you sleep; you look even more beautiful in the throes of passion. But I’m not looking to have your body.

Unless you get $2,000,000 to your little doorman Matthew to bring to me by the end of the week, the enclosed pictures will make their way to the desk of daddy dearest. And we both know he won’t appreciate seeing who is penetrating his daughter.

And if that $2,000,000 doesn’t find me by the end of next week, the video on the DVD will be released to the world.

I look forward to our next interaction.

Your hands shook as you tore open the envelope to see what pictures this person allegedly had of you. At first, they were just creepy candids of you walking down the street, nothing the paps wouldn’t have. Then they turned into photos of Bucky escorting you through crowds… and then photos of you in your apartment.

You were sleeping in your bed in one. Then standing in your kitchen making breakfast in one of Bucky’s shirts. And then a shirtless Bucky was cradling your face and kissing your forehead.

The next picture was of Bucky standing behind you in the kitchen. His pajama bottoms — the pair you got him for his birthday — were pooled at his feet. One hand was pressing you to the counter, the other was hoisting your leg up to the granite as he drove into you.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, unable to speak. As you frantically flipped through the rest of the photos, your eyes flooded with tears and your breathing grew more erratic, grabbing Bucky’s attention, then Peter’s, then Steve’s.

But their concern meant nothing to you as you processed the images before you.

You on your knees with Bucky’s dick clearly between your lips. Bucky on his knees with his face pressed between your thighs. Your legs wrapped around Bucky’s torso as he moved you on his cock. Bucky’s hand wrapped around your throat as you rode him on the couch.

All the images looked like they were taken through your windows, like someone was somehow standing outside your apartment despite being stories above the ground.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asked softly. He gently touched your arm, drawing your view from the distressing imagery to his attempted comfort, though it unfortunately did nothing to calm you down. Not this time.

You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes but couldn’t bring yourself to speak. All you could do was shake your head and push the letter to him. You watched his eyes quickly scan the words before reaching for the photos. He didn’t snatch them away from you or even try to take them. He just held his hand out and let you shakily hand them over.

And then you saw the pacific blue of his eyes turn dark and stormy, his jaw clenching as he flipped through the pictures of you — you and him. His breathing grew more and more ragged the more he saw, until he threw the photos to the table with a loud, “Fuck!”

Seconds later, Sam dashed into the room as Steve sifted through the photos. Even Steve grew irritated at the sight. Peter and Sam quickly followed suit, only glimpsing a few pictures before getting the gist of the rest.

The room was silent aside from your quiet sobs. You and Bucky both stared at the disc lying between you until your eyes met. His usually pale blue irises were nearly black.

“I’m scared,” you whimpered. Despite being scared himself — and angry and frustrated and confused — he reached out to pull you into his lap and hold you. Keeping you close always made him feel better, even when it felt like the world was crashing around him.

“Close the curtains,” he demanded gruffly. Steve and Peter immediately jumped up and started pulling all your curtains shut, throwing your usually bright apartment into near darkness.

Bucky held your face between his palms, forcing you to look in his eyes.

“I know you’re scared, but we need to see what’s on that DVD.”

“I can already guess what it is,” you said through your tears.

“Yeah, me too,” Bucky agreed. “But we have to make sure.”

You simply nodded. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, helping your breathing slow at the reassuring gesture. He led you into the living room with the DVD in hand. Steve and Sam stood in the living room, Peter sat on the couch. They all looked concerned for you, but tried not to show pity. You could tell they were all upset about this too.

“You can leave the room if you don’t want to see what I’m sure we all know is on this,” Bucky said. His voice was deep and gravelly, almost like his morning voice, but… mean.

You and Bucky sat together on the sofa across from Peter, all eyes trained on the TV as the screen faded from black to a slightly fuzzy shot of your bed. Seconds later, you and Bucky came on screen. And there was audio.

You giggled as Bucky’s body pushed yours to the mattress. “What are you gonna do to me?” your voice sounded.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you,” Bucky’s voice growled. “I’m gonna cum inside this tight pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Jesus,” Sam grumbled. You would’ve laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious.

Bucky only let it play until clothes started coming off. That’s when he knew they actually had a sex tape of you two, especially considering the nearly two-hour time frame on it. Sending explicit pictures of you and Bucky to your dad was one thing, but releasing a non-consensual sex tape of you two was something else entirely.

“What are we gonna do?” Peter asked quietly. Your tears had finally stopped, but the concern in his voice almost sent you over the edge again. He was such a sweet kid and he didn’t deserve to deal with the stress of this with you. But you also knew he was your best friend — practically a brother — and he wasn’t going to let you fend for yourself through this, even with Bucky by your side.

“We have to give them the money,” Sam replied. “We can find out who the door guy gives it to and arrest them or track the bills, but we have to get the money.”

“I don’t have the money,” you confessed. Everyone except Bucky seemed surprised. “I make $200,000 before taxes. Before I got this new role, I made half that. Even if we don’t deduct taxes and the expenses I do pay for, I wouldn’t have even close to two million.”

Everyone went silent again until Steve finally spoke up.

“We need to talk to the doorman.”

•

Bucky stormed out of the elevator, rushing ahead of everyone with murder in his eyes. He gripped the front of Matt’s suit and shoved him against the wall, shaking the letter in his face.

“What the fuck is this?” Bucky was seething.

“What?” Matt squeaked. His eyes were wide as saucers. He was clearly not expecting this confrontation. Bucky just shook the letter again to draw the doorman’s attention.

“Wait. You got one too?” Matt asked. Bucky’s grip loosened as he stared at the shorter man in confusion. You instinctively looked at Peter, who looked just as baffled as you. “I-I got a letter like that. In my locker. This morning.”

“Show us,” you demanded. Bucky released him but Matt’s eyes saw the posse of Avengers behind you (save for Peter, who he probably assumed was either a friend or boyfriend — secret identity and all that) and he rushed all of you to the locker room.

It was a small room since there were only a dozen doormen in your building, if that. He opened his locker and revealed a letter that was nearly identical to yours, but with no mentions of his looks and a much different threat.

“They’re threatening arson?!” you nearly shouted. Bucky and Steve read the letter before handing it to Sam and Peter to check out as well.

“They included pictures of my mom and sister,” Matt explained, clearly scared of what might happen to him and his loved ones. “They know where I live and they know who I live with. I-I would’ve taken this to th-the police but I didn’t want to risk it.”

“They have the later date listed for him,” Sam said. “You had one week to get the money or they’d tell Tony, two weeks or they release the tape. Now we have two weeks to save his family.”

Everyone in the room fell silent once again. Eyes fell on you as Peter quietly repeated his earlier question: “What are we gonna do?”

Despite all eyes on you, you turned to Bucky, who continued to study the letter. His jaw flexed as he thought and if this had been any other time, you would’ve kissed the tension away.

“We’re gonna tell Tony.”

#bucky x reader #bucky x stark!reader #bucky barnes x stark!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes series #Bucky smut #Bucky x reader smut #Stark!reader

[not-close-to-straight]

100% Professional (Two)

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Tuesday came faster than Peter was expecting. 

Well to be fair, Tuesday came around at exactly the right speed, but Peter's week had been completely exhausting and the days managed to get away from him so before he knew it, it was Tuesday again. 

The part time free lance at the Daily Bugle turned into a full time week long gig when the editor nearly blew a fuse worrying about who was going to photograph the visit from the President. Peter had spent the better part of the next six days following the presidential parade around town and while the paycheck was going to be great, Peter’s entire schedule had gone to shit. 

He was late to every single one of his massage appointments, barely managed a full meal the entire week, and by the time Tuesday rolled around again and he got the reminder about Wade’s appointment, Peter was halfway past frazzled and running on fumes. 

Here we go. 

The doorman at Wade's building was apparently expecting Peter this time around and opened the door immediately, and even though the receptionist didn’t spare Peter a glance, she hit the button for the elevator without being prompted. 

It was much less awkward this time around, and as Peter waited for the elevator to make its super smooth journey to the top floor, he fixed his perpetually messy hair in the mirrored walls and texted Wade:

From Peter: Hey Wade, I’m on my way up to your place. Dunno if your super fancy receptionist let you know or not. 

From Wade: She did, but thanks for the heads up anyway. The door is unlocked, just come right in and get set up. 

From Peter: I don’t make a habit of just walking into people’s apartments.

From Wade: And I don’t make a habit of letting it happen, but you’re fine. Just come in. 

From Peter: Alright, I’ll see you in a minute. 

Walking right into someone’s apartment certainly wasn’t the weirdest request Peter had come across as a massage therapist-- in fact, he’d dropped several clients because of much weirder requests, but he still hesitated, still knocked a couple times before opening the door and calling, “Wade? It’s Peter! I’m here for your massage appointment!”

“Well I sure hope it’s you.” Wade called from somewhere in the back. “Other wise something funky happened in the thirty seconds since someone else named Peter texted me in the elevator.” 

Peter smiled to himself and closed the door, kicking off his shoes and trying to figure out the best place to set up his table. The couch looked like it cost more than Peter’s rent so he definitely wasn’t touching that and the coffee table probably weighed a thousand pounds and since Peter didn’t break a hundred and seventy five pounds on a good day, there was no way he could move it. 

“Just set up right there in the middle, no need to move anything.” Wade spoke from the hallway and Peter looked up with a ready smile that stretched even bigger when he saw Wade was shirtless, clad only in a pair of loose shorts. “How’s it going, Pete?” 

“Hey.” Peter thumped his bag to the floor and shoved his hands in his pockets, working to keep his eyes off of Wade’s sort of ridiculously ripped body and on Wade’s face instead. “You must be feeling better about all this, huh? I sorta expected you to be wearing a full body suit and gloves, not showing off your nip-nops right away.” 

Wade raised practically non existent eyebrows and Peter closed his eyes briefly, muffling a curse. “I didn’t mean for that to be rude. Also didn’t mean to call your nipples nip-nops. I only meant-- holy shit, I was trying to-- fuck me, I am so bad at this.” 

“It’s fine.” Wade cracked a smile at Peter’s embarrassment. “You making fun of me makes me feel normal.” 

“I am definitely not making fun of you.” Peter was horrified by his blunder. “Definitely not doing that. Christ, don’t think I’m laughing at you or anything.”

“Pete.” Wade took a few seconds to look Peter over, lingering over the thick hair and down to slim hands and further still to maybe just check out a little bit of an ass that was begging to be tore the hell up.

"Seriously, I'm sorry." Peter said again when Wade didn't say anything for a minute. "Wade?" 

 “Really, it’s fine." Wade dragged his eyes back up to Peter's face and tried for a smile more reassuring than lecherous. "And I’m not actually feeling better about getting a massage, but I am very very drunk and highly susceptible to suggestion, so this is as relaxed as I’m going to get. Maybe let’s get this over with before all the tequila catches up to me and I pass out face down on your table.”

Peter laughed quietly, relieved Wade hadn't taken his teasing too seriously. “Oh my god. Alright yeah, come on. I’ll set up right here. How was your week? Do anything fun?” 

“I don’t get out a lot.” Wade set a couple water bottles down on the couch and once Peter had his table up and secure, stretched out on top of the sheet. “What about you?” 

“Actually, I got dragged into photographing the President’s visit.” Peter hurried around the room looking for switches to turn the lights down. “I work free lance for the Bugle and Jameson is a grade A asshole, but he pays good. I’ve never been so close to the Secret Service though, those guys are dicks. They wanted to go through all my pictures and make sure nothing was compromising, whatever the hell that means. It’s just a bunch of people shaking hands and vaguely patriotic shots of flags waving and sunshine. Nothing compromising about it.” 

Peter flipped through the music on his phone until he found a playlist he thought Wade would like. “I ended up working like sixty hours which is almost what I do in an entire month. It’s great cos I’m thinking about moving and this will help with the security deposit. My landlord will be mad I’m moving but I mean, I’ve complained about my neighbors making drugs in their apartment at least a dozen times and he hasn’t done anything. I’ve thought about calling the cops but snitches get stitches and honestly, I like my face. So I’m just going to move and let him deal with it.” 

He’d brought along an extra bottle of the avocado based lotion he’d left with Wade last week, and Peter pumped some into his hands and to warm between his palms. “My friends Harry and MJ are moving to the suburbs since they’ve started a family. They offered to let me move in with them and take the spare bedroom or whatever but you know, who wants to live in the suburbs? That sounds--” 

“You talk when you’re nervous, Pete?” Wade interrupted, and Peter’s mouth clicked shut. “You are saying a lot of words right now.” 

“I um--” Peter coughed. “I mean, yeah I talk when I’m nervous but I don’t want you to think I’m nervous about touching you. Cos I’m not. Not nervous, I mean. I can’t really say I’m looking forward to getting my hands on you without sounding like a creeper but--” 

“Pete.” 

“Sorry.” Peter ran his hands through his hair and then mentally kicked himself because he’d forgotten his hands were caked in lotion, which was now caked in his hair. “I’ll shut up.” 

“No, it’s fine.” Wade resettled on the table and tried to relax and Peter-- Peter tried not to stare at the shift and flex of Wade’s shoulders and back. “I don’t mind the talking, I just didn’t want you to be nervous about touching me. It looks worse than it is, but it isn’t… I mean it’s not terrible.” 

“What’s not terrible?” 

Wade propped up on one elbow and sent Peter a disbelieving look. “The scars, Pete. They look worse than they really are. Don’t feel half as bad, I promise.” 

“Oh.” Peter reached out with one hand and let it coast gently gently from Wade’s shoulder down to the small of his back, trying not to read too far into how Wade shivered and seemed to press closer into his palm. “I’m more concerned with how it feels. Not to be rude, but I don’t care how everything looks, I just want to make sure you enjoy this.”

Wade’s hazel eyes went very wide and Peter groaned. “Sorry, that came out awkward. I swear I’m not usually this terrible. Tell you what, for the rest of this appointment I’m only going to ask you massage related things and definitely not blurt out any nonsense or run my mouth. How does that sound?” 

“Boring.” Wade grunted and lay back down. “I think you’re more concerned with being professional than I am.” 

“Yeah but when massage therapists stray from professional we get involved in sketchy things and then the cops start showing up to interrupt the fun appointments.” Peter retorted and then almost immediately, “See what I did there? Opened my mouth and it got weird. I’m just going to shut up and start.” 

“...don’t stop talking.” the words were almost muffled in the table, and Wade hesitated before adding, “I like it. Makes this feel less like necessary therapy and more like something I’m doing because I enjoy it.”

“You never had a massage before this?” Peter asked curiously. “Not even once?” 

“Real men don’t pay pretty boys to slather them up in lotion unless it ends in various happy moments.” Wade retorted and Peter huffed a surprised laugh. “See? I can be unprofessional too. Now we’re even.”

“Now we’re even.” Peter re-lotioned his hands and took a deep breath. “Alright, I’m gonna start on your shoulders and then work down your arms to your hands. Usually I do arms and hands last, but I want to make sure I’m getting the pressure just right and that you’re comfortable before I move anywhere that could trigger pain, okay?” 

“Okay.” Wade had to tamp down a sliver of fear the tequila hadn't quite managed to mask. He didn't want to say he was terrified to be touched but... but yeah, Wade was pretty fucking terrified to be touched. But he didn't say that. Instead he insisted, “I’m ready.” 

“Use your words and tell me the minute you hate something.” Peter said firmly. “I’ve worked with several people with injuries or sensitivities but everyone is different and since this is my first time with you, I need you to talk to me and let me know what’s going on. Once I know your body better--” 

“--you’re swaying unprofessional, Pete.” Wade sassed, sort of loving that even when Peter was being professional, he still managed to tease. 

Normal. This is what normal people do. 

“--oh my god.” Peter sighed overly loud. “--once I know your body better, this will be easier but for right now, lots of communication, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Wade clutched at the sheet and closed his eyes tight. "Lots of communication." 

“Okay.” Another deep breath and Wade wondered for a minute if Peter was as nervous as he was. “Here we go.” 

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Trapezius. Peter thought to himself as he worked his fingers along the right side of Wade’s neck and down over the collarbone and to the shoulder. The scars weren’t as thick here as they were further down on Wade’s back but it was still hard to look at the branching lines and feel the raised edges. The injury could have killed Wade just as easily as it had left him alive and seeing the sheer scope of the damage up close made Peter’s mouth dry and his heart clench. 

Levataor scapulae, rhomboid minor, rhomboid major-- Wade jerked and Peter instantly let go. “Whoops, sorry about that. You alright?” 

“Nope, that one hurts.” Wade hissed through clenched teeth."Jesus, maybe we just avoid it." 

Peter leaned over to make a note on one of his diagrams and went back to the same muscle, lightening the pressure and changing the direction of his fingers. “How’s this? Better, worse, tell me the truth.” 

“Better." Wade admitted after a few seconds. "But it still hurts like a bitch.” 

“Like...a.. Bitch…” Peter wrote down and Wade chuckled a little bit. “Kay, we’ll move on from there.”

Deltoids. Wade’s shoulder was rock hard and Peter knew it was just as much scar tissue as it was muscle but he still felt gingerly along trying to feel where man met injury, where the slight give of solid muscles met unyielding damage. 

“This will soften after a while.” he told Wade confidently. “Consistent massage does wonders, and it doesn't even have to be professional. If you work at it by yourself the scar tissue will soften and help lessen the appearance of the actual scars, too.” 

“I know better than to hope for that.” Wade made an effort to sound joking, but he knew when Peter clicked his tongue in sympathy that the joke had fallen flat. “But thanks anyway.” 

Triceps, brachialis, biceps. Peter could just barely close both hands around Wade’s arm and he knew if the former soldier flexed, his fingers wouldn’t touch. Good Christ. Peter was too professional to be imagining how easily Wade could pick him up with arms that size but… but… 

Well anyway. 

Brachioradalis, radialis longus, radialis brevis. Peter could feel the rod and screws that had been used to piece Wade’s left forearm together and even the lightest touch made Wade tense and try to pull away so Peter settled for long, soothing strokes with very easy pressure to try and loosen the stiff muscles.

"Both sides?" he asked and Wade muttered, "Just the one. Everything's worse on the left hand side." 

"Okay." Peter made another note on his chart and moved onto Wade’s hand. 

Extensor digilorum was the long muscle that led to fingers and Peter kept the same light pressure before moving on to the wrist, bending and flexing it until Wade relaxed and let it hang boneless. “Not to be weird, but I’m gonna hold your hand now.” he said out loud and caught just the hint of a smile. “Don’t worry sir, this is one hundred percent professional.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure--” Wade jumped when Peter wove their fingers together, his heart suddenly in his throat. “Shit, shit-- sorry.” 

“Is this too uncomfortable?” Peter paused mid squeeze. “It helps give your fingers a wider range of motion but I can stop if you don’t like it.” 

“It’s fine.” Wade turned his head the other way because he felt like he was blushing and fuck that was stupid. “Been a long time since someone held my hand.” 

“Um--” 

“Longer since I had to pay someone to do it.” Wade wasn't entirely sure why he dropped that completely embarrassing factoid, but he followed it up with, "You know how weird it is to offer people money to hold hands? Like hey man, can I borrow your digits, here's a fiver."  

“Oh my god.” Peter tried to muffle a laugh. “I feel like most people don't admit to hiring hand holding hookers. You really are drunk, huh?” 

“Absolutely sloshed.” Wade agreed and this time Peter didn’t bother hiding the laugh. “Hate to admit that it takes a fifth of tequila to get brave enough to be shirtless but these days it definitely does.” 

“It shouldn’t.” Peter kept his hand resting between Wade’s shoulder blades as he crossed to the other side of the table. “You’re gorgeous, Wade.” 

There went his heart jumping to his throat again and Wade had to wait a few seconds before he could talk again. “I don’t pay extra for lies and compliments, kiddo.” 

Peter got more lotion and felt gingerly along Wade’s left trapezius. “I am both shocked and appalled that you think I’m lying. What sort of massage therapist do you take me for?”

Wade breathed out shakily but didn’t answer, and Peter gave him a soft reminder of “Let me know if this hurts.” before he began again. 

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“So.” Peter dried his hands on the kitchen towel and went to start gathering his supplies up. “How’d I do? I know we only got to shoulders and arms today, but I feel like I'm pretty comfortable with pressure and all that sort of thing. You want to do this every Tuesday? If you think a full body would be too much, we could do shorter sessions twice a week and sort of ease into something full body as we go?" 

“Uh about that.” Wade handed Peter his usual payment, then added another fifty even though Peter protested. “No, keep that. Part of it for a tip and part of it to cover the commute time. Keep it.” 

“Thanks.” Peter pocketed the money. “So. Appointment?” 

“I don’t know.” Wade was dressed again, but he felt more uncomfortable now than he had when he was half naked and on the table. “I feel like maybe that’s not a good idea. Not um-- not that you weren’t great, I mean I feel--” he rotated his shoulders carefully. “This is the best I’ve felt in a while. But all the same maybe we shouldn’t do this again.” 

“...I don’t understand.” Peter tried and failed to hide the hurt in his voice, and then the surprise when he realized he really was hurt. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

What was that all about, two appointments and his feelings were hurt that Wade wanted to cancel?

“It’s not you.” Wade ran a hand over his bare scalp, then grimaced because even though it had been a while since he'd had hair, he still missed it. “It’s uh-- It’s me. This is weird for me.” 

Peter just looked at him and Wade clenched his jaw and admitted, “I like you, Pete. And I don’t like a lot of people. And you being nice to me and then touching me-- it’s been a long time since either of those things happened and I don’t want it to get weird between us if I uh-- you know. If I end up-- you know.” 

“I know lots of places to push that are basically instant boner killers.” Peter said offhandedly, smiling when he saw the relief and surprise flicker across Wade’s face. “And even if I didn’t, who cares? There’s lotion and hands touching, boners happen. It doesn’t mean anything and it’s definitely not going to make this weird. I’m way too professional for that.” 

“Pete--” 

“I like you too.” Peter interrupted. “If it wasn’t particularly obvious from our first meeting where I basically drooled over you and then made an attempt at truly awful flirting, I like you too. And usually I’d say no to working on a client than I also want to ask out to dinner, but in your case---” he shrugged. “--I don’t really want anyone else doing this for you.”

“...yeah?” Wade was almost too afraid to even hope. "You think?" 

“Yes.” Peter nodded emphatically. “So what if we make another appointment, we can spend the entire time talking while I work on you and then it’s like a win win for everyone right? Super hot super secret reclusive former soldier gets company and struggling to make rent recent college grad--” 

He pointed to himself. “--can pay his electric bill. It will help you with your physical therapy and give us a chance to know each other.” 

Wade must have looked like he was going to say no again, because Peter added, “Me liking you won’t affect anything about this, Wade.” he motioned between their bodies. “Despite my severe lack of brain/mouth filter, I am a professional. Trained, licensed, all of that. I know regular massages will help you so I want to keep working with you. Whatever this flirty bullshit is-- that’s just a bonus alright? Unnecessary and unimportant and not going to have any affect on your hour long massage therapy.” 

"Seems like a hell of a bonus." Wade was hard pressed to think of the last time he'd wanted to flirt with anyone, and it was driving him crazy that the anyone was also his massage therapist. No way this is professional. No way Peter would really be willing to-- "You think it will work?" 

“Absolutely.” Peter promised. “But if you’re not super sure, then stop booking appointments and let me just take you out for a date. Or tell me I have no chance for a date and to stop flirting, and I’ll just be your massage therapist. But I think…” he raised his eyebrows hopefully. “...we could settle on a happy medium where we see each other in a professional setting but also get to be friends who maybe flirt too?” 

“I could handle friends who maybe flirt too.” Wade said after a long moment, scarcely believing the conversation was even happening. "I think I'd fucking love that." 

“I don’t mind the scars, Wade.” Peter’s voice softened. “Not as a massage therapist and not as me either. I promise.” 

“Damn, Murdock knew what the hell he was doing when he recommended you, huh?” Wade coughed to clear what felt suspiciously like tears from his throat. “Alright then. So long as you don’t feel uncomfortable, I’d-- I’d like if you came back.” 

“Tuesday.” Peter said confidently, hoisting his table up and over his shoulder. “Drink lots of water after a massage and remember to stretch. Text me what time works for you, okay?” 

“Okay.” Wade managed a smile. “Thanks, Pete.” 

“Text me a time for next week.” Peter said again. “And if you want? Maybe text me just to talk.” 

“Alright.” Another smile, but this was one a little more certain. “I’ll… do that.” 

“Talk to you later.” Peter finger gunned-- seriously, why couldn’t he just wave goodbye?-- and headed out the door, reaching for his phone when it buzzed in his pocket before he even reached the elevator. 

From Wade: Not to be sappy and disgusting, but your terrible flirting has been better therapy than a whole year of rehab. 

From Peter: That was absolutely sappy and disgusting and you should be embarrassed.

From Peter: And what the hell, my flirting isn't terrible.  

From Wade: It absolutely is terrible and WHOA what happened to being professionally polite?

From Peter: Via text all bets are off. Besides, you’re awfully chatty over text too AND you already admitted to liking me so the 100% professional guarantee is face to face only. 

From Wade: Alright then, tell me something 100% non professional

From Peter: You flexed earlier and I almost had a heart attack. Like what the fuck, muscles? 

Wade was halfway through a bottle of water when the text from Peter came through and he choked on a hard swallow, spitting water out across the floor and wheezing as he tried to catch his breath. 

From Wade: Thanks for that

From Pete: I was being serious!

From Wade:... yeah, me too.

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If I Can’t Have You // part 5

FINAL PART WOOHOOO thanks for all the love you showed for this mini series, i hope to be back soon with something new!

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Shawn has listened to that damn voicemail message a thousand times by the time he gets to her apartment, but none of his messages got a reply and he was losing his shit. He is angry at Teddy for messing things up again, but it’s not really her fault, she wouldn’t have known. He should have told his friends the exact situation to avoid a mishap like this, but he was too busy enjoying their new moments together.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. Leave a mess-“ Her voice doesn’t get to finish, he ends the call growling in annoyance as he is standing at her front door, trying to figure out what to do.

“Y/N! Are you here?” he calls out knocking on the door, feeling awkward as his voice breaks the silence of the hallway. He doesn’t want to disturb the neighbors and get her into trouble, but he needs to see her. He tries to listen to any noise that might come from inside, but there is none.

His phone buzzes and he immediately checks, hoping it’s a message from her, but it’s just Teddy, checking in on him and the situation. He texts back that there is no news and he won’t be returning to the bar before leaving.

He feels like everything just slipped out of his hands in a minute, even though it seemed like they were making progress. Shawn couldn’t help but notice how she opened to him and the stuff they did was more on the dating side rather than the causal friends with benefits side.

It’s past midnight when he gets back home, totally disappointed and desperate to hear from her, but there has been nothing. Teddy has texted him a few more times, mainly to apologize for causing all this trouble, and he managed to get back to her and tell her it’s not really her fault.

After a hot shower he is sitting on the edge of his bed in only his Calvins, checking his messages every minute, but still nothing. He then finally puts the phone to the nightstand and lies down, staring at the ceiling as awake as ever. Long minutes pass by before the doorbell rings abruptly in the painful silence. He basically runs to the door answering the call.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry for the late call, Mr. Mendes, but you have a visitor. It’s-“ The doorman of the building starts, but he doesn’t get to finish.

“Y/N?” He asks, his heart pounding in his chest like crazy.

“Yes, that’s correct. Shall I let her up?”

“Yes! Thank you!” he gasps happily. Running back to his room he quickly puts on a pair of black sweatpants before there is a faint knock on the door so he runs back as if the floor was burning lava. Opening the door her bright eyes meet his and he cannot describe how happy he is to see her.

“Y/N, where have you been?” he asks, kind of out of breath as he holds the door open for her while she walks in.

“I had to take a walk. Sorry for not answering your messages, I just needed to be alone,” she explains to him. Her eyes wander to his shirtless torso and can’t help but feel her cheeks blushing at the pleasing sight, even though it’s definitely not the first time seeing him like this.

“Look, I’m sorry for what Teddy said. I never told her that we are together or anything, she just assumed. I’m sorry if it scared you or anything.”

The words are just rolling off of his tongue, wanting to get everything out there and explain the situation to her. The past few hours felt like hell for him, and now she is standing right there, lips slightly parted, staring at him without a word.

He waits for her to say anything, but she just seems to be at a loss of words.

“Y/N, please, say something,” he pleads, taking a tiny step closer to her, not wanting to scare her off with anything. “Are you mad?”

After what feels like forever she finally speaks up.

“I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?” He is genuinely surprised by her answer and by the fact that there is nothing hidden on her face that tells otherwise. She really is not mad.

“No.” A faint smile appears on her lips, bringing immediate joy to his heart. “I mean, I think I was at first, but then… I thought about it and realized that Teddy was right.”

“Right? About what?”

“That lately we really have been acting like a real couple and I didn’t even realize but managed to deal with you being…” She gestures at his tall, shirtless figure. “You.”

“Wait, what are you trying to tell me with this?” he asks, because he just can’t believe he is getting the message right.

“What I’m trying to say is… I was unsure about my feelings because I didn’t think we would be able to co-exist with our different lives. But I realized that we somehow managed to make it work and… I loved it. So it might be time to give it a chance. To give us a chance.”

She is shifting her weight from one leg to the other, staring at Shawn and hoping that he still feels the same way. It would be the most awkward moment of her life if he just said he has moved on.

“You know, this is a part when an answer would be pretty appreci-“

She gets cut off by his lips smashing against hers, his massive hands are holding her cheeks in place, not like she would pull back. Her small hands slide to his sides, his hot skin feels smooth under her touch.

Their lips work perfectly together, she’s been aching to taste him for so long now and the same goes for him. All the feelings they’ve been keeping hidden just surfaced and ready to be free in that one kiss.

Minutes pass by, their hands has wandered everywhere they could reach, but their need for a big breath puts an end to their kiss.

“Fuck, I’m sorry for being so… excited, I’ve been just waiting for you to say that for months,” Shawn chuckles resting his forehead against hers.

“It’s okay,” she giggles, her hands resting on his naked chest. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“I would have waited for you forever,” he whispers before pressing a short kiss on her lips.

“And… What now?” she questions, not really sure about what’s next.”

“We just live day by day. Try to make it work.”

“Okay,” she nods. Day by day, that’s not hard, she can do that. “But there is still one thing…”

“What exactly?”

She looks into his eyes, biting into her swollen bottom lip, trying to hide her smile before speaking up.

“You still owe me a live performance of your song.”

His delightful chuckle makes her smile finally plaster across her lips. Leaning down he kisses her rosy cheek before nodding.

“You’re right. Let me make it up to you,” he grins taking my hand and pulling me towards the piano.

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In This City~chapter8~Luke Hemmings

IN THIS CITY

CHAPTER 8

MCKINLEY P.O.V

Luke was laying on my bed as I did my hair. He said he had wanted to talk about the events that had occurred on New Years Eve but he never said anything. I was worried about it. I knew he didn't want to get back together and I was not about to let him break my heart again.

"Are you gonna talk?" I questioned. It was good that he was here and that at least he didn't think that I was disgusting or cheap. I didn't sleep with him to try to get back together and I hope he knew that because I wasn't ready to fight with him over it.

"Not sure what to say." I sighed at his works and set the curling iron down. I was getting ready for a work dinner and I really didn't want to leave without us talking this through. We were too old for this type of drama.

"Well I regret sleeping with you." I looked at him through the mirror and he looked so offended.

"I'm a great shag." I laughed.

"I never said you weren't. But I also know that you don't want to get back together. I regret sleeping with you."

"I hope I didn't hurt you."

"You didn't. I hurt myself." It didn't make sense what I said but it was true. I knew that he didn't want to be with me the same way that I wanted to be with him. I knew it was a bad idea to sleep with him but I did anyway. I did it to myself. He just used my love for him to his advantage where he could get laid.

"Don't be stupid."

"I'm not, Luke." He rolled his eyes. "I know that you don't want to be with me. I shouldn't have done it but I did and now I can't take it back. It's not that big of a deal."

"It is though."

"Why? Who said that it had to be a big deal?"

"Well, no one but to us it is. Because we love each other." I nodded.

"But you don't want to be with me." He sighed. I had heard it all too many times before whether he was going to admit it or not. Every time I brought up getting back together he would get mad and get all bent out of shape about it. It was somehow always my fault. He was leading me on and I knew it.

"It's not that I don't want to be with you. It's that now is not the right time to be together."

"Why?"

"Because we have too much to lose!" He shouted. I stopped and thought about because he was right. We had everything to lose. We would lose each other. We could lose our jobs. He could have to up and move again and he would lose his home. Neither one of us wanted that.

"I love you though."

"Sometimes just loving someone isn't enough." I ran my fingers through my hair before standing up.

"It was enough for me." I left the room to put my dress and shoes on. By the time I came out, he was gone. I rushed out of the apartment and down to the car where the driving was holding the door open for me.

"Good evening, Miss Davis." He smiled.

"Good evening, Shawn." I smiled back. "Please tell me there is alcohol in here."

"Of course." I got into the car and he closed the door behind me before going to the drivers seat and driving me to the restaurant. I was not looking forward to this but I at least needed to make an  appearance. The CEO of the company would be here so every employee needed to be here.

I right away went to the bar to get a drink before finding my seat. I sat with a bunch of other people that worked on my floor so that at least I was sitting with people I knew. Dinner was served pretty early.

After dinner was served and cleaned up, the CEO stood to make a speech. I was over at the bar standing with a drink when someone came and stood beside me.

"This fool." The guy mumbled into his drink. I chuckled a little before looking at him. He was tall with dark brown hair that was slicked back. There was part of a tattoo visible on his chest that was partly covered by his button down shirt that had two buttons at the top undone.

"I've never actually seen him before." I commented. "Heard he's somewhat of an asshole."

"Oh, trust me. He is." He commented. "I'm Liam." He held out his hand for me to shake.

"McKinley." I smiled shaking his hand.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"I have to stay until my boss is drunk enough." I laughed. He would know if I left too early. I wasn't sure if I should have left with a random stranger.

"I should probably stay too." He checked his phone. "I just hate this fool."

"Why do you hate him so much?" I took a sip of my drink.

"He's my father." I nearly choked on my drink.

"So you're gonna get all of this when he dies?" He shrugged.

"I'll probably shut it down when he dies."

"What about me?" I wouldn't have a job if he shut this place down. It wasn't like the CEO was going to die tomorrow but he was up there in age and it's always something to think about.

"Well if we get married you can stay home and drink wine all day." I laughed and looked at him.

"Where are we going?" I set my drink down and he grabbed my hand before leading me out the door and onto the street where he called for a taxi. He gave the man an address. We didn't drive for long before the car stopped and we both got out. He paid the driver before leading me over to the diner. He opened the door for me and we seated ourselves.

We ordered pancakes and talked well into the morning.

"Wanna come back to mine?" I questioned. Luke wasn't going to claim me. Maybe this man would.

*LUKE P.O.V*

I told myself that I wasn't going to cry over here but here I was, laying in bed crying like some baby. It wasn't that I was upset about the events of the other night, it was just that she didn't see a future with us anymore and I did.

I knew that someday in the future we would be back together whether it was a few weeks, a few months or a year. I knew I wanted to be with her. I had gone up to talk with her and some guy answered the door shirtless. I made up an excuse that I was at the wrong place and left.

I wasn't sure what to think about it. I knew that she wasn't really the type to have relationships and maybe he wouldn't stick around for a while. But then it got me thinking about what if he did? What if he treated her better than I did. What if he wanted the same things in life that she wanted?

It got me upset.

Ashton came into the room.

"Woah, what happened? What's wrong?"

"McKinley had some guy in her apartment." He sat on the bed next to me.

"She wasn't going to wait around forever bro." I knew she wasn't going to wait around. I wasn't stupid. But I was. I shoved her right into the arms of some other guy and I had the nerve to act like she was going to wait around for years for me to be ready.

"I know but it still sucks." I mumbled crossing my arms.

"You're acting like a child." I so wish that I was a child again. I hate being an adult. It sucks. "Let's go out to a bar or something. Forget about her."

"I don't want to." He seemed a little shocked at my words. Every time they wanna go out, I always do. It was unusually for me to not go.

"Why don't you go up there and confront her?"

"And say what? 'Hey I don't want to date you but what gives you the right to be with someone else?' Yeah that'll go over real smooth with her."

"Whatever dude." He answered getting up and leaving. I heard them leave about an hour and was left in the apartment to suffer in silence. I couldn't hear a thing. Usually I would be able to hear McKinley moving around but there was nothing. Loki and Duke could be heard snoring from the living room but other than that I couldn't hear anything.

If she was moving on then I was going to too.

*MCKINLEY P.O.V*

Liam had called me telling me to dress casual and that he was taking me out on a date. It had been a while since I had been on a date and I so nervous. He buzzed the button to be let into the building and I pressed the button to let him in.

He came up in the elevator that opened right into my living room.

"How'd you do that?" I asked him. Usually you had to have a special key.

"Lot of money goes a long way I guess." I shook my head and slipped a pair of vans on. He was dressed in a simple blue shirt and a pair of shorts.

"Nice legs." I giggled as he looked down at his legs.

"I know I'm sexy." I laughed before grabbing my purse and locking the elevator so that no one could enter while I wasn't here then we left out the door and I locked it behind me.

"Where are we going?" I asked. It was warm in California and I was so thankful that I wore shorts instead of jeans.

"I thought we could go bowling and then to lunch." He commented as the public elevator opened and we got in. He pressed the button to the lobby before wrapping an arm around me.

"I'm gonna kick your ass."

"I don't know. I golf."

"That has nothing to do with bowling." I commented as the elevator doors opened and we stepped into the lobby. The doorman held the door open for us before we walked out onto the busy street.

He held a car door open for me. I sat down and buckled before he ran around the other side to get in the drivers seat.

"I'm going to beat you because I can aim." He pulled out onto the street. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. We stayed quiet for a few minutes before he broke the silence. "Where did you come from?" I laughed.

"What?"

"Well your accent is not from around here at all."

"Oh. I'm originally from Massachusetts but then I moved to New York. Now I'm here." I commented locking my phone to not be rude.

"What made you move out here?"

"My job was looking for a new supervisor at our new offices and I took it." I would never admit it but I also came out here in hopes that Luke would get back together with me. I moved for my job but I thought that once I was here, he would be happy and we would get back together.

"In my father's office."

"I didn't know he was your father though."

"I know that. I'm just saying." He smiled at me.

He took us to a huge bowling alley and we played a few rounds before he took me to lunch. We made small talk as we ate but I knew that he wanted to ask me deeper questions but he didn't have the nerve to say it.

"What are you thinking about?"

"The other day some guy came and knocked on your door." I looked up from my plate at him. "He said he had the wrong apartment but I have a feeling he was at the right place but the wrong person answered the door."

"What did he look like?"

"Tall, blonde curly hair, blue eyes."

"That's Luke. He lives downstairs." I was going to spare him the details of our relationship. I barely knew Liam, he didn't need to know everything right away.

"He's more than that."

"Yeah he is." He was a lot more than just a guy who lives downstairs.

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[valqin]

3/15 the past 72 hours

astrology zone said the weekend of 3/13 will be the most romantic weekend in March - proof that astrology is just all hokum 🙄

3/13

10pm, 31D: me to 小王, 脑内多巴胺正exploding: "i think he's so easy to talk to, but let's see, if he texts he texts, if he doesn't then he doesn't"

12:30am: 小王发送desk lamp短信，我们一起喝着whiskey笑和哭

4am, 31D 客厅 一张mattress和一张air mattress上躺着三个上外小朋友，其中一个的姓我永远发不准

7:26am: 戳小冯问时间 他起身一看时间 骂了“阿爹阿娘咧”

8:15am, 9:20am, 9:30am: 闹钟响，没人起床

10:30am: 起床，小冯煮云吞，我拆粉色沙发，小王报告desk lamp短信无回复

11:30am: 到家，caught up with candy, 听她说她的staycation, 说我的hudson river walk. candy asked: how do you like him? i said i really like him, a lot, we were just so cute🥺. then she asked me about best first dates and I thought very hard for a while, and i said: this one? she said did he text your friend back? i said no!! and she told me to relax it's still so early on saturday morning.

4pm: wake up from the nap, he still didn't text back, cry, crawl into a ball and cuddle hono, cry

5:30pm: decided to pull myself up for a walk, walked down, chatted with my favorite doorman in the building, broke down "i like this boy so much but he doesn't like me" and he said to me "VALENTINE YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL"  and i bawled like a baby in the lobby, and everyone walked by looked at me bawling. it was so sad and hilarious at the same time.

[the first thing candy said going downstairs: edwin why did you make my roommate cry!!]

8pm: come back from the walk, called mom first and she was being awfully critical, called serena  and she tried to pick him apart.

[i don't want people picking him apart, he's part of my experience and i love this experience, intact and full, so please don't pick him apart]

10:30pm: candy came back, a long session with my cried out swollen eyes. words, advices, questions marks flew around and i still didn't have one single answer. cry

3/14

1am: replay clips after clips, cry, watched the clock turned 3 at 2am. cuddle hono, went to sleep

11am: woke up and ready to do yoga. mentioned my swollen face and the yoga session turned into a five-hour therapy sessions with those three wonderful girls, that their computer batteries died again and again and they came back on line again and again after that.

[they love me when i'm at my lowest, i receive the most love when i'm at my worst]

3:30pm: too many filters and feedbacks, I sat and strip all things away and thought about the time we spent, still don't understand, still can't believe i got a ghost from THIS date, want answers that i'm never meant to have. in a trance, tried to nap but failed.

4pm: sober, sun-shine-in-my-eyes sober, put on jamie xx's "in colour" vinyl, sat in my new pink armchair and just sat and listen

5pm: shower, packed up bag and went see 小王 and 31D for the last time, prepare for Lilia

5:26pm: 在周日5点关门的香水店前驻足停留

[没有买到的蜡烛小王第二天早上跑去买到了，只有这个out of stock她说，但她强行拿了on display的那瓶，也没有official wrap box，但不是遗憾]

5:40pm bedford avenue train station- mother of junk买新的玻璃杯，摔碎的玻璃杯就让他去不再难过了 - martha's 买bakeries and napoleon

6:15pm 回到了happy place lilia 证实上次觉得这么好吃不是嗨了而是真的这么好吃

8:15pm 来到spoonbill给小王拍了最后一张disposable，上一张是在hudson river想拍他但没有敢，小王寻找了三个书店的书在这里还是没有找到

[遗憾]

10pm 31D the last time: 拆着镜子开始哭again, 小王在hectic的理行李走过来问我要不要这个看到我趴在镜子上哭，她说你再哭我就要怪自己了，我说no i don't blame you and i don't want to blame myself either

10:13pm: 打电话给lsc 他凶的不得了，我说喜欢的小哥哥不喜欢我，他说这不是很正常的吗，我说为什么我们两个人对这个date的感受如此天壤之别，他说你们没有天壤之别，但以后你可能会遇到其他天壤之别，但也会遇到和你感受一样的

10:40pm: 29岁出现，我问29岁，原来two people can feel so different about the same interaction, 他笑说那当然，这个我不到29岁的时候就学会了

11:13pm: 坐上lyft离开小王 抱着大镜子和小箱子，哭，为小王哭

11:48pm: 装镜子的时候开始哭again, 打电话给姐姐她说那你要想你经历的date比他开心是很幸运的

3/15

12:47am: 给lsc发短信告诉他我很珍惜他这个朋友！以后再也不会不回微信了

1am: clean up, mentally, physically, cuddle hono, cried a little, just a tiny bit, and slept

3:29pm: 用字送别小王，哭了三小时有10分钟真的是为她在哭的，她说我倒是没看出来是为我哭

6:25pm: told christina everything, talked for 2 hours and 17 minutes, i said guess i will never know the answer and she said exactly. i told her she's a cali software engineer who goes to coachella every year on molly, she said "oh then i guess you're not her type lol" i said "what's his type?" she said "abg? i don't know cuz the type reminds me of Alex" me: OH NO 🤯 (vehemently deny) he wore a flannel shirt to coachella instead of a tank/ shirtless!

[and later she texted me: you are stronger than this. again cried a little, a tiny bit]

9:49pm: told lexi and realized his boyfriend worked with him in the same company, 她说要当坏女人，对姐妹好就好了，我说我也想当坏女人,好轻松，但不会。

11:51pm: 写这行字

过去两天：talk to 11 people, feel loved and adored for 11 times. ate one meal, drink a couple of bottled water, slept for ~12 hours, confused, drained, cried, over and over again, demand answers, again and again, and now it seems answers are not longer important anymore.

jcc: 下次你要想is this boy not only worth your time, but your friends' time?? your roommate's time?? your DOORMAN's time?? 我笑 说我现在的背后智囊团比三国打仗时候诸葛亮还强，he should feel honored LOL

ida: 我们每天都在经历新的事情无论是好是坏每天都在成长 真的很幸运啊

lsc to saki: 辛苦你了。lsc叫我买好吃的给她因为“你看saki听你哭了一遍又一遍” 我说我接受了我不要答案了，他说挺好的接受是一种力量，我说看来都是自己陶醉其中了，他说很好，这是一种能力，下次用在别人身上就是了

所有人：你能这么喜欢人也是一种天赋

两个人做了很可爱的事情，不代表两个人会继续做可爱的事情，有的时候这么可爱的事情就是因为只发生了一次才更珍贵（小王pessimistic的告诉我）当另一个人不想继续做可爱的事情不代表当时发生的事情不可爱，可能有的事情在我心里可爱10分在他心里可爱6分所以他想去继续寻找可爱10分的事情，没关系，我以后会找到更多可爱10分的事情而且有一天对方也会觉得可爱10分。

我和我姐说我认输了，她说怎么认输？我说我不要答案了，我也不想问了，我输了。她说这不叫认输，这叫let it go. 原来let things/ people go is not a surrender, it’s a muscle. I just grew stronger by not asking questions anymore. 

3/12 4:51pm- 10:05pm

the cutest five-hour first date i've ever had

walked along the hudson river, from my apt to 96th street 12th ave, sat in a tree (a branch out on the tree that looks like a swing), he took a picture of me on the tree, wrapped me in his arms sitting in the tree, climbed over the fence to see the sailor and soldier's monument, i told him he will be such a good travel buddy. snuggled on a bench on the street side and waited for a seat in the restaurant for 40 minutes. liked him, liked him a lot and left thinking i will certainly see him again.

but i am not, very very unfortunately.

he's the one told me about Orion's belt and i think it's so wonderful that stars now remind me of him, of the five hours

“这个date真的太可爱了我要捧在手心里，这个男孩子我可以不要，但是这个五小时我要捧住”

我不希望他以后被ghost, he's such a cool and sweet person i wish him well <3

这五个小时我比他更开心我很幸运。比对方喜欢更多就是每一次见面我都收获更多开心 - “开心吗?” “开心但是..” “没有但是，当时开心就够了。”

我和小王说最近一直哭唧唧真的是因为you'll see 听多了，不想哭的时候听到这首歌我也哭了

You'll See- Tizzy Bac

我最喜欢是 "总有些遗憾要学会放开，活到这把年纪也该明白"

小王最喜欢的是 “我背后柔软的伤口不想让人触摸，但在你转身瞬间，泪在心底成了河流”

充满离别的72小时， but i made peace with both