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filmoligical · 4 years

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honey boy. jaemin (m)

popular kid! jaemin x popular kid! reader (fwb to lovers! au)

GENRE: angst, fluff, smut

WARNINGS: explicit content, oral (m&f receiving), overstimulation, fingering

WORDS: 15.3k

Jaemin thinks you’re cute and gets the worst idea possible to get close to you, thanks to Lee Donghyuck.

Na Jaemin swiftly made his way through the crowd in the halls to check out his poster which was designed by his friend who’s an ‘aspiring artist’ according to him, Huang Renjun. “Why did you write ‘Everyone vote for me!’ that sounds so selfish.” Jaemin groaned and jokingly hit Renjun’s shoulder. “Because, my friend, you need the clout. You’re never winning against her.” Renjun glared at the girl at the end of the hallway, Jaemin followed his eyes and saw you standing with your friends, surrounding your poster on the notice board.

Y/N, the girl who has been the class president since the start of high school. Perfect grades, looks to die for, the cheerleader and a heartbreaker. Jaemin looked away, “Oh.” He rested his forehead against the locker and mumbled, “I’ll manage somehow, you just wait and watch.”

“Dude, I have no idea what the fuck you’re gonna do but just don’t embarrass yourself.”

“I’m not a dumb fuck, just see. I have my ways to win.”

“Hotpot for you if you win.”

“Bet!”

The month of October, the perfect weather, the time when nominees are announced. October is one of everyone’s favourite months. Nomination announcements with an aftermath of cat fight in the hallways along with messed up halloween party in their wooden floored auditorium with stereotypical decorations done by the sophomores.

The trees outside were not entirely hues of red and orange yet. The newly softened mud were the acorns - from green to pale brown, none yet the rich hue of children’s story books. The air was cooler with a tincture of earthiness - just a hint that brought to mind the cozy evenings and warm soups to come. Jaemin enters the school premises with obvious eye bags and dark circles, his backpack almost hanging off of his left shoulder. He slowers his pace and Jeno looks back at him, confused. “What happened?” Jaemin takes a 180° turn before even explaining to Jeno, attempting to leave him confused. He heard the footsteps coming closer and closer and eventually halting infront of him. “Good mornin— are you okay?” You ask, the smile fading into a look of concern. “I played games with Renjun till 4am, maybe that’s why? I don’t know.” He reasoned, his voice stuttering.

“Damn. Anyways I actually came to say good luck, you know the class president thingy.” Jaemin cracked a tired smile, “Yeah that, I’m gonna try my best! Really excited about it to be honest.” You show bright smile yet again and show him a thumbs up before disappearing into the crowded classroom. “Man I don’t think you’ll win if she’s nominated, I’ve heard so much shit about her.” Jeno looks at jaemin while he shoves his thick chemistry books inside the locker. “I mean I know she’s all that and shit but I’m not that bad you know.” Jaemin teases.

Later that day, Jeno sat on the edge of Jaemin’s bed, his eyes not moving from the plasma screen infront. Jaemin’s whines were a like an annoying and obnoxious background music to him and Donghyuck. “I swear, she manipulates the votes, it’s not possible that she has 112 and i have 89 only! Y/N literally does nothing!” Jaemin runs his finger through his brown locks. “Shut the fuck up, if i lose against Jeno one more time I’ll literally eat your food for the entire year.” Donghyuck spats, his eyes fixed on the plasma screen. “She’s a teacher’s pet, hosts good parties, is nice, gets good grades, heard she’s a really good kisser. What else do you need?” Jeno snorted. “Did I mention hot?” He adds.

Jaemin sits with his legs crossed on the floor, bundles of messy gaming consoles, wires scattered on the floor in front of him, “Dude did you kiss her or something?” Jaemin laughs.

“Are you dumb? I said I heard, maybe this is why you have zero votes. Renjun should’ve been nominated if he actually studied properly unlike you.” Jeno scoffs.

“Wait a damn minute, what does being a good kisser have to do with getting votes?” Donghyuck finally replies and looks away from the screen for the first time ever since he came into Jaemin’s room. “She’s getting free votes from the dudes.” Jaemin sighed. “Maybe you should stop playing with my FIFA.” he adds. Jeno and Donghyuck’s banters along with Jaemin having a mental breakdown while sitting on the floor was interrupted by Donghyuck’s phone.

“Mom i am so sorry! This is the last time i swear, it’s never happening again! I promise!” Donghyuck said on the phone.

“Oh shit it’s 11pm, I didn’t even realise, his mom is gonna beat him up today! Atleast I can sneak in through the window, as long as my sister doesn’t sell me out.” Jeno whispers and starts packing his bag. “Yeah you guys should leave, my mom is probably mad.” Jaemin said slowly. “Don’t stress yourself, this isn’t gonna do anything except giving you extra points for college.” Jeno said and pats Jaemin on the shoulder.

“Yeah now leave, before my mom is going to beat your ass!” Jaemin’s mom may or may not have scolded him or having friends over since 4pm. He left his mom’s room with an half assed apology. Sighing he picked up all the glasses and plates with half eaten pizza on them which Donghyuck left behind. He made sure to clean them up, so that his mom doesn’t throw tantrum early in the morning right after he wakes up. He finally sits on his bed, wearing his Ryan pajamas which he’s too shy to wear infront of other people and too shy to admit that he’s 19 and still wears it. he scrolled down his Instagram, just updates on the votings, halloween preparations and graduation preparations which he wasn’t sure why. Graduation is still months away.

He suddenly thinks about you after seeing a selfie of you with a classmate he recalls to be, hyunjin. You have good sense of humour and he gets why boys and girls are crazy over you. Jaemin had once considered asking you out back in the last yes of middle school when he was only 15. Till this day he still thinks you’re of the most interesting person he have come across in this school. You texted him that night to tell him good luck yet again, your conversation varied from complaining about Mrs.Kwon to finally coming clean and telling Jaemin how stressful it is to be the class president and that you don’t wanna continue doing this anymore. You were glad that Jaemin had promised to not tell anyone.

The next morning you regret wearing your school’s summer uniform, a white shirt along with a navy blue tie and a black skirt. You clutched the straps of your bag tightly as you felt goosebumps forming on her exposed legs. You turned your head to the gaze of Heejin, “Good morning! I’m not really sure why you’re wearing this—” the dark haired girl scans you from head to toe. “My mom forgot to put the blazer in laundry, and my pants are too tight. I need an appointment with the school tailor soon.” You say.

With more than 45 minutes left for assembly and 50 minutes for class, Heejin, you and Yoorim, who was forced to come to school today, decided to seat on the bleachers “Guys I’m so fucking stressed, I don’t know what to do for halloween and literally no one has asked me out for prom!” Yoorim complained. “There’s still like 5 months left for prom— and maybe i’m stressed about halloween too.” You said with a shaky voice. “Y/N are you okay? you’re like not even shivering anymore, you’re literally shaking.” You replied with a weak smile plastered on your face, “I’m gonna be okay! It’s just the fucked up early morning weather. I’ll be fine. Let’s talk about halloween or maybe votings.”

“Yeah speaking of votings, Aren’t you excited about being the president again? Maybe minus the fact that Mr.Jang literally makes you stay in this shithole till 5pm.” Heejin joked. “Yeah you’re right, that shits painful as fuck.” You said and quickly turned your head to see the new group of people walking towards the bleachers on the other side. It was Jaemin and his group of friends, clad in the school’s infamous black blazers. They sat on the other side of bleachers and you were pretty sure he hadn’t noticed you. You were lost in your own thoughts, in your own world, you couldn’t bother listening to your friends blabbering about prom which was a months away and halloween which was weeks away. Jaemin gives you a small wave across the field, immediately making you look away. Biology class, aka your biggest fear and your 5th period of the day. You tried your best paying attention to Ms.Son explaining the structure of oesophagus but the leaves falling and blowing in the winds outside kept distracting you anyways. Not to mention, Na Jaemin sitting a few seats away from you, rushing to copy whatever Ms.Son is saying. You realized that day Jaemin was ethereal. You would be ashamed to admit it or maybe you won’t even admit it even if you were held at gunpoint. Jaemin felt the strong gaze on him and looked back at you, making you quickly look away and pretended to hear Ms.Son’s oesophageal lecture. “Pssst Jeno! Fucking Lee Jeno!” Jaemin whispered. “Y/N keeps looking at me!” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Jeno whispered back and went to copy down his notes again.

Few days later you found yourself cleaning the classroom after school that day. You weren’t bothered enough to have a proper conversation with a few other people from your year doing the same thing, you just wanted to go home, have left over kimchi fried rice and take a big fat nap.

You quickly mopped the floors, cleaned the windows and not to mention cleaning the extra unhygienic nasty bathrooms. You even had to clean for someone else she didn’t even know, because they called in sick the last moment. You clutched your bag strap’s tightly around your shoulder and walked out of the school gates. the glowing sun, a crisp circle in the bloody sky, illuminated a quivering path across the huge buildings. It was almost dark. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick picture, you loved sunsets. “Hey.” You were startled and quickly looked behind to meet the eye’s of the honey boy standing right behind you, still wearing his school uniform. his faded blonde - almost brown hair, his glowing skin, his cheeks a faded shade of pink, almost like the sakura blossoms of spring. And the same old big smile. You almost felt like you were in love. A feeling you felt for the first time in years. “You didn’t leave yet?” You asked quickly, concerned about the boy who had left school almost 3 hours ago. Jaemin awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “I figured we can get some ice cream or something like that? But it completely slipped out of my mind that it’s Thursday and you were assigned to clean!” You couldn’t help but smile. You felt July’s summer heat forming on your cheeks. You had never met a boy this nice in your entire life. None of your ex-flings or even ex-boyfriends waited for you on your assigned cleaning days. “But—”

“I know it’s weird to get ice cream in the middle of October, but the new shop around the corner has really good raspberry and green tea ice cream! I actually tried the green tea one last week.” Jaemin cut you off and quickly defended himself.

“Yeah i get it! But why were you waiting for me?” You made sure to emphasise the “you”

“Oh—um—to talk about the votings maybe? And why not? It’s not a crime to catch up with a classmate!” He said sounding pretty.. embarrassed. You smiled weakly at him, “Well I am sorry but,” you checked your wrist watch, “It’s almost 6 and I have to do tomorrow’s History assignment, the one Mrs.Lee gave on the Korean War? It’s due tomorrow.” you replied. “Ice cream plans cancelled then.” He said frowning. “Um do you perhaps want me to walk you home?” Jaemin said breaking the 5 second long awkward silence.

You’re glad he initiated the conversation about walking you home. You felt unsafe, since it was cold and already dark outside. “Sure! I was kinda feeling unsafe, it’s almost dark. I have never really stayed at school for so long actually.” You said and started walking down the road. You felt at ease to know that there was someone right beside you, walking. You kept giving Jaemin side glares. This boy was too pretty, almost like an Angel. “My house is here! I can go on my own. Thanks for waking me home.” You looked at him in the eye.

“Ye—yeah. My house is around the corner too! Good night? Good evening? I don’t know what to say damn!” Jaemin made a quick joke which made you both giggle. “Alright see you tomorrow then!” You said and ran down the road. Jaemin watched your petite figure running and eventually not in sight anymore. He sighed and took the road towards the opposite direction. You wanted to thank Jaemin again. You felt the butterflies in her stomach right after looking at Jaemin’s table, filled with trays of the nasty bibimbap trays the school serves, notebooks, piles of devices; it was just a mess. You walked to your table with the bibimbap tray, the sad looking sunny side egg on top. “Bruh why do you keep looking back there?” Yoorim said and followed your eyes, “Oh- oh— is it Jeno?” She asked with a smirk on her face. “Do you like him?”

“What the fuck? No why would I like” you sighed looking around you to make sure no one’s hearing you and then whispered, “Jeno out of everyone?” “So who is it?” Heejin asked, her mouth stuffed with food. “Ugh it’s Jaemin—he uh walked me home yesterday and I couldn’t really say a thanks properly.” You explained. You looked behind again and saw the boy walking to the library with his Physics books and 2 other notebooks. You walked behind him, leaving your friends confused at your sudden departure and Jaemin was quick enough to notice you, making him stophis fast pace. You felt the heat on your cheeks again when you saw the boy infront of you showing the brightest smile you had ever seen. “Hey?” Jaemin walked towards you. “Are you going to the library?” “Oh—oh-me? I was going to study physics..yeah.” That’s when you realised your anxiety kicked in and had fucked up and a boy has never made you nervous ever in your life.

“Me too actually! I was going to study the Astrophysics chapter. I am done making the notes, do you wanna check mine out?” Jaemin said while going through his huge pile of notes.

You nodded and walked to the Physics aisle with Jaemin. You looked at him from the side, long lashes, a sharp nose, pink lips — you soon realised you weren’t being yourself when you are near him. You would lose your confident, independent self when you would be near him. Na Jaemin made you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“Found it!” Jaemin looked at her, smiling with the huge book of astrophysics in his hand. “What’s your next class?” He asked you while going through the huge book.

“It’s PE, but I can stay behind and do these, if you’re okay with it.” You said. After hours of studying, and you getting lost in Jaemin’s ethereal beauty, he breaks the silence. “Do you wanna to go to this party? Donghyuck’s house? He said his parents are going to Busan tonight and returning on Monday.” “Sure!”

Donghyuck’s house was packed with all kinds of people going crazy, drinking, some even seen smoking in the corner. When you had entered the house, the smell of alcohol was quick enough to reach your nostrils and make you gag slightly; you were never a heavy drinker like your friends. You put your right hand reflexively on your throat and closed your eyes as you took in the scent that would surround you for the rest of the night. When you opened them again, your friends were already chattering over the loud music.

You and Yoorim were greeted by a slightly drunk, rosy cheeked Donghyuck “Good evening girls! If you wanna drink go to the kitchen, everything’s in there! and do anything you want as long you don’t throw up on this carpet.” He pointed at the black faux fur carpet on the floor.

Everyone were going crazy. The music was so loud that it made your skin tingle and your lungs felt like mush. The bass thumped in time with your heart beat as though they were one, filling me from head to toe with music. Atleast you liked the song.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. You couldn’t make out any words, but a familiar laughter rang in your ears and wouldn’t seem to stop. You looked around and your eyes met with Jaemin’s. “Hey we’re gonna go get something to drink!” Heejin chimed and dragged Yoorim along with her leaving you behind alone.

You suddenly felt someone’s presence behind you, not daring to looking behind, you waited for the person to make a move. “Y/N!” You felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked behind and saw Jaemin, clad in a grey shirt and skinny jeans. His hair in looked better than it did in school, you thought. “Hey— how are you?” You simply asked with a smile on your face. “I’m great actually, you look hot by the way.” His remarks made your cheeks burn, you knew your cheeks were probably the colour of a tomato by now. “Thanks, I guess”

“Do you wanna have some drinks?” He asked while walking with her to the crowded kitchen. Geez, Donghyuck invited the entire school, you thought after seeing all the familiar faces you had walked pass by.

“Do you want beer?” Jaemin pointed at the stack of beer cans and different bottles on the kitchen counter. “Yeah beer is fine. I don’t really drink much.” You said whilst Jaemin poured the the beer on the red plastic cup for you. “Damn really?! I heard you got fucking wasted in Hyewon’s party this summer.” Jaemin exclaimed and handed you the red cup.

“That’s so embarrassing, people still remember it. That was the day I tried vodka for the first time and then I couldn’t stop drinking! I had the worst fucking headache the next morning.” You recalled the memories and took a sip of your beer.

You can’t remember when you had lost your friends, when you had finished an entire bottle of whiskey and how you ended up dancing with none other than Jaemin. You felt his hands on your waist and your bodies moving in the same pace, you didn’t even realise when you had placed your head on the crook of Jaemin’s neck. This is the closest you have ever been. You were too drunk to even process what was going on at that point. You move your head closer to Jaemin. He stands frozen, from both fear and excitement. You leans in, your forehead rests against his, both your breaths are shaking. “You’re a really good dancer,” you say over the loud music.

The thing you knew, he had slammed his lips to yours and nearly knocked all wind from your lungs. You hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and, at her grant of access, delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of whiskey being exchanged in the intermingling of their billowing breaths. In an instant you had pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against your own, before you drew back into his lips. You could nearly feel the slight burn of the whiskey as it rolled off your tongue and seeped down your throat with every push of his tongue against yours.

You quickly pulled away, breathing heavily. You looked back at Jaemin, his lips almost bruised and a smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s continue upstairs ? Donghyuck’s room is fre—he was interrupted with another kiss on his lips. A drunk you replied, “As much as I would love to, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Atleast you were in your right state of mind, while being drunk. “Oh cool, let’s dance then. And you shouldn’t drink anymore by the way.” Jaemin said while you went to grab another bottle of vodka. “Last one! Please!” You made puppy eyes and kissed Jaemin on the cheeks. “No last one, you’re gonna rest in Donghyuck’s room.” Jaemin said and put one of your messy hair strand behind your ear.

Na Jaemin to you was like the golden champagne bubbles fizzing and crackling in the mouth like fireworks. He’s like the feeling of driving on a hot summer night with the windows down. The fuzzy blankets on the chilliest of nights. You didn’t realise when you started thinking about him 24/7.

And it wasn’t helping when he was a few metres away from you. You couldn’t stop staring at Jaemin. You noticed how he tried his best to keep up with the teacher, moving his hands quickly and copying down the notes. Occasionally looking behind and whispering something to Renjun, how he owns a Ryan pencil case. It had been 3 days since the incident in Donghyuck’s living room. The incident which made you feel rather…weird.

You still couldn’t be as enthusiastic as your friends merrily talking about halloween which is surprisingly only 15 days away. You stared at the cold fruit salad on your bowl, you can’t eat when your mind is pilled with thousands of different kinds of thoughts. “It’s decided I’m gonna be Sailor Moon!” Yoorim exclaimed and put a mouthful of cabbage salad inside her mouth. “Cool l’m probably gonna show up as a vampire..” Heejin sighed. “What about you?” She added and looked at you. “Me? I don’t know yet to be honest..” you said awkwardly and looked down at the school’s burgundy skirt. “Hey you’re so uninterested, is everything oka—

You immediately got up from your chair and slammed your hands on the table, “my head fucking hurts, please.” The entire cafeteria became silent, everyone’s eyes on you, wondering what had happened.

“Y/N, look i’m sorr—

“No I’m sorry.” You said in a small voice and quickly walked away from the cafeteria. You felt tears brimming down your cheeks as you walked past Jaemin and everyone in that cafeteria.

“Woah. Was she crying?” Renjun took a sip of cola from the can.

“I’ll see you guys in History.” Jaemin got up and briskly walked towards the exit of the cafeteria. He saw you in the crowded hallway entering the girls washroom. Jaemin sighed and took a sit on the cold surface of the stairs, waiting for you to come out. His mind was clouded with thoughts too, yeah he did like you, but the fear of getting his heart broken was taking over him. Maybe you thought of him as just one of your flings.

Jaemin soon saw you walking out, your eyes red and puffy, “Y/N! Are you okay?” He asks as he runs to catch up with your pace. You felt the butterflies in your stomach again and started walking in a faster, clutching the straps of your bag tighter, praying that the bell for the History rings at the moment. Jaemin was quick enough to run along beside you, “Stop ignoring me!” he huffed, catching his breath.

“What do you want?” You asked in a monotoned voice. “Let’s go somewhere quiet first, I’m scared you’re gonna scream at me.” Jaemin joked pulling you by your hands and walking towards the empty staircases. You felt that same way over again when his hands had touched yours, you felt like the feeling of euphoric laughter at 3am.

“Now tell me what happened.” Jaemin takes a sit beside you on the stairs. “N-nothing serious, it’s time for History anyways, let’s go.” You tried to change the topic. He took a glance of the wrist watch on his wrist, “We still have twenty minutes left for History, stop trying to change the topic and just tell me what happened.”

A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of your right eye, your mouth formed a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across your chest you tapped your feet on the stairs. There’s no way you’re telling him you’re stressed about a fucking kiss like a thirteen year old.

“Is it— is it about Donghyuck’s party?” Jaemin slowly asked, his voice suddenly deeper than it was like a few seconds ago. “W-What?” You almost choked on air.

“Look, we both were intoxicated, I’m sorry if i made you feel uncomfort— You don’t know what happened, you felt like your brain had a short circuit. Jaemin felt your soft lips on his. You kissed him and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled.

Jaemin planned out a small tour to Daegu, a gesture to maybe earn some votes from his fellow classmates. You were not surprised to see how everyone were sneaking bottles of vodkas in. Mr.Kim too busy screaming at Jaemin for being late to notice.

"Damn it’s dark in here.” Heejin moved the thick velvet curtains out of the way and revealed a scenario of shy woods and hills. “Fuck, I’m so tired I woke up at 5am then ran to the station. and here’s the catch, I slept at 1 because my dumbass decided to pack her shit last minute.” You grumbled against the white pillow.

“I you to pack on Thursday.” Heejin said, a smirk on her face. “Shut up. I’m gonna sleep you can go and have lunch, and if anyone asks about me, just say I died.” You say and wrap the blanket around yourself comfortably. “Sure ma'am.”

You felt like you were in heaven. The comfortable fuzzy blanket, a soft bouncy spring bed and a soft pillow was everything you needed that moment. But your dreamland was interrupted when you woke up to the obnoxious bell continuously ringing. You felt like stabbing whoever it was, groaning and dragged yourself out of the bed.

“Who is it i’m sleepi—

"Hey.” Jaemin shoves a box of sushi towards her, “I couldn’t bring food from the buffet so I ran to convenience store for the sushi!”

“Thank yo—

"Don’t skip meals!” He ran away inside the elevator even before you could thank him.

Later that evening, you the hills, lost in the rhythmic percussion of hues of green and orange. Your eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars, lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that you’re enjoying your thoughts, whatever they may be.

Jaemin notices you standing alone, away from everyone screaming and taking photographs for their Instagram feed and Facebook profile pictures. He moves closer so that you feel his presence, yet stays quiet, allowing you to stay lost in the moment a while longer. You pull out your phone from the back of the pocket and start taking pictures of the sunset. You suddenly noticed the reflection of the boy wearing a black hoodie on the phone screen.

“Did you eat?” Jaemin leans down towards the railings of the cliff.

“Yeah. Thanks for it, I’ll pay you back soon.” You say and looks up at the boy standing beside you, observing the sun getting lost into the horizon. You think Jaemin looks the best during sunsets, it’s rays kissing his glowy skin, he looks at peace. Your heart swells looking at him, so you turn your head to face the hues of green and orange instead.

“Did you take any pictures?” He asks and looks at the you who’s too busy observing the view ahead of them. the sound of other noisy students in the background echoing through the hills.

“No, I don’t have any makeup on..” You said in a small voice and started walking towards the crowd of other students a few yards away.

“Y/N you look good! I’ll take some with my phone omg.”

“Did you really just say omg out loud?” You burst into a fit of laughter and walk back again to join the boy who just embarrassed himself. You lean down on the railings and looks back at the boy, “take a picture, but from the back.”

And Jaemin does the most, he squats down on the ground and positions his phone to get a good snap of you standing against the railings with a background of the sun almost setting, the sky almost dark.

“Yeah I’m done!” Jaemin smiles happily like a child after getting sweets and stands up to proudly show you the pictures he took. “You’re a good photographer!” You giggled and noticed his smile growing even bigger. “Can we take a selfie? We don’t have any pictures together.” Jaemin suggests and looks over at you for approval. “Sure.” You smiled. He stands beside you. You smell like peaches, he thought. Your hair showing hints of brown as it reflects with the sun which is almost on the verge of getting lost into the horizon. Jaemin positions the camera and throws up a peace sign following by you doing the same too.

That evening you found yourself out of the room in the resort garden. Your friend, Heejin, kicked you out of the room to fuck that guy you’ve only seen in the hallways. You walked through the gates, clutching your phone tight. There was a circular lawn with a path around it, central bed of shrubs. Outside of the lawn area were four rose bush beds to fill up the square area. she quietly sits on one of the benches in the dark, away from all the lamp posts surrounding the lawn.

“Why are you here?” Jaemin suddenly plopped down on the bench beside her. “It’s almost 11:30?” he added.

“Why are you even here?” You replied with yet another question.

“Just wanted to walk around a bit.” He runs his hands through his brown dyed hair. “It’s boring because Jeno and everyone else bailed on me to go play monopoly and I can’t play that shit.”

“You really can’t play?” You snorted.

“Don’t laugh. I’ve been trying since I was 12.” Jaemin facepalmed. “You still didn’t say why you’re here.”

“Heejin has a dick appointment and she kicked me out.”

“Do you wanna hang out in my room? It’s really cold out here.” Jaemin offered, standing up and stretching his arms out.

You regret saying yes, you never knew Jaemin could be that talkative. He asked you to join him to go volunteering at a local nursery the next week. From all places in the town, it was the last place you will thought for to meet him. But you didn’t ask for more.

“Can I ask you something?” Jaemin said, his eyes fixed on you now. “About Donghyuck’s party and lunch.” His smile fading away now.

Your cheeks turned red. “O-Oh.” Yes, you would 100% kiss him again but you never thought he’ll bring it up seriously ever again. “I’m sorry about that.” Jaemin turned to look at you with an amused smile. “I’m just gonna be honest and say that I really liked it. Also…” He stood infront of you and took a deep breath. “Can I kiss you again?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly before he could even speak. Making your tongues dance together, Jaemin ran his hands on your back to your hips, unbuttoning your pants. As small moan came from you as you felt his skin against your exposed skin. You kissed him with more passion as he was about to break the kiss to remove your shirt. You did the same, to be sure, nothing will stop you from tasting his lips. “Where first?” He asked catching his breath.

You didn’t reply right away, instead you dragged him close to the bed, hoping that it’s his bed and not Jeno’s. You take off your shorts before kneeling on the ground. At first, Jaemin didn’t get your intentions, but he understood and was about to remove his own trousers. But you stopped him and did the work. It was more sensual this way. You could already see his half erect cock through his underwear. “Come on Y/N, stop teasing me like this.” He groaned as space started to lack down there. You slowly take off what was left and took his cock in your hand. A moan of relief escaped his lips. You started to pump your hand front and back, till it was hard enough to take it in your mouth. Giving a lustful look at Jaemin, you kissed the tip of his cock, giving small lick on it. His cock twitched at the contact of your warm tongue and lips. His groans and whimpers make you craving for more.

But not yet. After teasing him, you opened your mouth and took him. Relaxing yourself, after a minute you were able to take him all inside. Jaemin tried to stay steady on his legs, till you made your move and he had to stop you to sit on the edge of the bed. “Y/N, you’re amazing!” He panted, his eyes shut. If the 4th floor in the resort was silent at first, it was now filled with Jaemin’s moans. Your body was demanding for more. As you felt him getting close, you ignored the sudden urge to touch yourself. He’ll have this honor. You kept working on sucking him more. Jaemin gently grabbed your head as he came in your mouth. “You’re really something else. What can I do for you?” He said trying to catch his breath. “Fuck me.”

“For sure I can, because my lovely lady, it’s your turn to get some fun.” He smirked. You sat on the bed (still unsure if it’s his or Jeno’s) waiting for him to make his move. He proceed to take off your underwears and play with your nipples first. You bite your lips. Pinching, sucking and biting them. “Jaemin… Please.” You begged him. Always sucking your breast, he ran one of his hand on your body to your wet core.

A gasp of pleasure escaped your mouth as he rubbed your clit, finally giving what you wanted. A part of you felt relief, put the other was demanding for more and more. Jaemin seemed to understand your craving as he pushed one finger inside. You rested your forehead on his shoulder while he was thrusting and rubbing your wet walls. Heavily breathing, you focused on each of his movements, when he pushed the second fingers. He went back to your mouth for a kiss.

“Does it feel okay?” Jaemin asked softly as he let his finger move in and out of you in a nice pace. A pace that wasn’t too slow or too fast.

You gave him a smirk as you let your hips start to move with his finger’s pace, “It feels great my little rebel,” you muttered out before letting out a moan when one of his fingers that wasn’t inside of her slowly moved up to your clit. Moving around it slowly and making you even more turned on than what you were. “Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought you were,” You added on after your moan died down and locked eyes with him. Seeing the hint of mischief disappearing in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

You smirked at that before leaning down to kiss him on the lips. His finger that was inside of you slowing down as you let out a tiny whine into the kiss, “Asshole, stop slowing down.” Jaemin stayed silent and he let his other finger move around your clit again,

your eyes falling shut when that happened because fuck did it feel good. Feeling him slip his fingers out of you completely though you whined again, looking up at Jaemin as he pulled away.

“Don’t call me an asshole yet,” He stated before moving his hand out of your panties. “Want to try something with you right now. Only if you’re okay with it though.” You raised an eyebrow, “Something?” You asked feeling a bit nervous for whatever he had in mind. “When is Jeno coming back?” You suddenly remembered about his roommate again.

“They’re playing monopoly, he isn’t coming back anytime soon.” Jaemin stated “Wanna eat you out now.” Listening to Jaemin, you felt your cheeks, your pussy maybe even getting a bit wetter too as you did your best to keep composed. Not wanting to show just how much you wanted Jaemin to do that. Not wanting to seem so needy over letting Jaemin do whatever he wanted to you. “Do it.” You said, your voice sounding shaky as your body decided to betray you. “For real?” “For real,” You muttered out before leaning up to kiss Jaemin briefly. “Sure?” Jaemin questioned and you hated to admit it sounded hot hearing him ask you that. Mainly because maybe you thought you heard a whine in his voice now. Jaemin grinned at your words, his fingers soon hooking in the waistband of the panties which he pushed down in hurry. Not wasting anytime as he moved himself between your legs once the panties were gone and you chewed on your lip hard. A tiny laugh coming out when Jaemin left a light kiss on your thigh because it tickled, especially when his breath hit that part of the skin.

“You’re ticklish right there?” Jaemin asked as he looked up at you and you blushed even more than what you probably already were. “Didn’t think you were ticklish anywhere.”

“Yeah well I guess I am,” You smiled softly as you looked down at Jaemin. “Now if you don’t shut the fuck up and do whatever you were doing—” His grin came back at that, “Never thought you’d ever give me permission to do what I want to do to you like that,” he muttered softly but before you could respond Jaemin’s mouth had made contact with your pussy, leaving a few light kisses. An action that had rendered you speechless. Leaving you only able to moan out as your eyes fell shut.

The feeling of being kissed down there was new but it wasn’t one you were opposed too and now you wanted more. More than just the light kisses that Jaemin had left.

Your wish soon comes true when you felt Jaemin slowly spread you open, his tongue sliding inside of you and as he began to move his tongue against it. You closed your eyes tighter. Letting yourself feel the new sensations that were happening.

“Fuck,” You muttered out as you felt his tongue on your clit, circling it like he had with his fingers. Though this time it felt ten times better than when he had used his fingers. “Feels so good Jae,” you moaned out as his tongue moved back down.

Opening your eyes, you looked down seeing Jaemin looking up at you through his eyelashes. Like he was watching you intently and maybe he was. Maybe that was his way of figuring out what you liked and what you didn’t but right now there was nothing about this that you disliked. You were liking everything that he was doing with that tongue of his.

“You’re really good at this,” You told him before moving your hand down towards his hair and letting it tangle in his brown locks.

Your words seemed to gave some sort of ego boast to Jaemin because not long after you uttered them, he began to use his tongue more. Soon letting one of his fingers slip inside and you once again shut your eyes, your hand pulling on his hair hard as you felt yourself getting close to an orgasm.

Your body wanting and needing that release. A release that Jaemin was all too eager to give you, obviously reading the signs that you were close because he let his finger move hard and fast inside of you. His tongue moving back to your clit where it mostly stayed.

“Oh god Jae yes,” You groaned out as your body shuddered slightly, toes curling a bit as your orgasm hit. After the orgasm had ended Jaemin slowly slipped his finger out of you, moving up until he was laying beside you. You turning your head to look at him.

“So I take it you liked that?” Jaemin asked though his words came out more like a statement and you were half sure his ego had probably gotten a bit bigger from already knowing just how much you liked it. Rolling your eyes, you only sighed, “I think it was very apparent I did Na Jaemin,” you spoke trying to sound sarcastic.

“I liked it too,” Jaemin told you as he leaned a bit closer. “Liked the taste of you and the faces you made,” he said his voice getting a bit lower before he leaned in even closer, kissing you on the lips again and of course you kissed him back. Not caring that his mouth had just been on you or that you could taste yourself on him. “So are you gonna fuck me or n—

The obnoxious bell ringing continuously, Jeno and a few other people’s chattering behind the door, it was obvious— you can’t fuck, atleast not now.

You quickly got up, trying to pick up your discarded clothes in different places on the floor and Jeno still ringing the bell.

"Jaemin, did you die?”

“No! I’m in the washroom!”

“What the fu—

You opened the door, giving Jeno a small smile and hurriedly ran towards the stairs ignoring the elevator.

"Why was she here?”

“We were just talking.”

“Is that dried cum on my bed?”

“No?”

“Jaemin I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

Jaemin got to learn more about you over the days. He learned about your love for puppies and kittens, how much you hate the ’battery acid’ Jaemin drinks, your love for garland of the most vibrant blooms. He noticed how much you love tea over coffees. He still can’t believe a person could name so many different types of flowers, he has learned a few, chrysanthemum, frangipani and many more he couldn’t even pronounce.

It was one of those nights again; hours and hours long conversations starting from puppies to school to their futures. “I wanna meet you, the last time I saw you was 3 days ago.” Jaemin pouted through your laptop screen.

“Let’s plan something for tomorrow? I’m free so it’s gonna work out.” You leaned back, sitting comfortably against the bed post.

“But I wanna see you right now.” Jaemin whined, resting his hands on his palms.

You stare at the bottom of the screen, “it’s 3:37, impossible.” You chuckled. Immediately decoding the meaning behind Jaemin’s sheepish smile. “You are kidding.”

“Nope. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, wear warm clothes!” Jaemin quickly waves you good bye before you could even open your mouth to complain. There’s no way you’re sneaking out at almost 4am on a Saturday night. You pace back and forth in your room and stare at the blank screen displaying the FaceTime logo. You hear a faint knock on the balcony door. Immediately knowing who it is you quickly open the door, letting Jaemin in. You felt the adrenaline rush in your blood stream. This isn’t happening.

Jaemin finally catches his breath and sits on the edge of her bed, “Can I have some water? Your balcony’s so high damn. I feel like I climbed up a fucking mountain.” You laugh, walking over to bedside table, grabbing the half empty bottle and handing it to him. “I drank alot of it and I’m too scared to go downstairs so stick to it.”

“Wear a jacket, we are going to the beach. Don’t worry I’ll drop you off before the sun rises.” Jaemin says while fixing his hair infront of the huge mirror. “If I get caught, I’ll make sure you’re grounded along with me too.”

“The way I’m about to risk it all for you” Jaemin snickered. “The fuck?” You hit him on the shoulder. “I’m just kidding!”

You let Jaemin exit first, you still could not believe you were doing something you thought you would never do. A shiver rushed down your spine, thinking about what you were going to do and there is no turning back.

“Be careful!” Jaemin looked up while you tried your best not to fall into the bushes. You felt goosebumps forming on the skin when a light breeze whooshed past you both. The streets empty, a few street dogs here and there, the old lamp posts flickering down the street. You felt at bliss. A feeling you never knew you could feel.

A faint breeze brushed against your sleepy face. All that was warming you up was the blue jacket and Jaemin’s hands around your shoulder. The beach was dimly lit, from the moon which reflected on the waves, creating a beautiful scenary. Jaemin was equally as quiet as you, observing the scenario. He felt your head rest on his shoulder, “Feeling sleepy?” he giggled finally breaking the silence. “No, maybe yes—but its so peaceful in here, so different from how it is during the day.” You spoke.

The sound of waves flowing closer and seeing them crash against the shore made you feeling at ease. Shuffling closer to him, you thanked everything that you were able to spend this moment with him. Perhaps tomorrow you wouldn’t see him. Maybe even the next.

“I have been coming here every once in a while since I was 14.” Jaemin weakly smiled at the scenery ahead of him. “Just when I’m happy you could say.” “Why?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulders.

“My parents used to fight everyday when I was in middle school, so I used to sneak out and just sit here for hours.” Jaemin said observing the sea. “My dad left without a word when I was 15 and I was kinda happy, not gonna lie.” Jaemin sighs, rubbing the back of your hands. “I’m sorry.” Is what you could say.

“It’s okay honestly. I’m over it.” he chuckled. “Anyways, the beach is cool at night, right?” He kisses the top of your head.

The eastern sky fills with blends of pink and blue, welcoming a new day. Dawn sent shimmering rays over the placid ocean, bestowing a golden path from the shore to the horizon. “Let’s go home my mom wakes up around 6.” Jaemin stands up brushing the sand away from his trousers. “My mom’s gonna be awake soon too, let’s go.” There goes a night Jaemin will cherish forever.

Everyone in school started crowding the auditorium, running around looking for the best seats like they’re going to catch the last bus of the day. The crowd were hungry for excitement after a days of votings and seeing the nominees do volunteering work in the hallways. They jostled for the best position, cheering and waiting for the winner to be announced. Most of them were rather mostly interested in having no classes the entire day and the band performances afterwards.

You took a sit on the front row, turned your head sideways and met with Jaemin’s side profile, fixing his tie and past it, all the other people spanning out in your view. she turned back to face front, the stage where the choir team were practicing for the day. “I’m really nervous.” Jaemin said still fixing his tie, you nodded and kept tapping your feet against the floor to the music coming from the stage. “Fucking hell, I can’t tie a tie!” Jaemin muttered leaving the untied tie hang around his neck. He leans back on the chair and lets out an exaggerated groan. “Who even ties your tie every morning?” You finally asked looking over at the boy with the navy blue tie around his neck. “My brother does it, he went to osaka with his girlfriend and some friends on friday and this is why i’m struggling.” “Help me.” Jaemin nudges. “I can’t do that right now. Maybe ask someone else?” You could, you just didn’t want anyone to see you tying his tie. “Fine..” he mutters and gazes around looking for a familiar face to help him out.

A speech boomed over the crowd, strident timbre of the voice, cacophony of applause and cheering, clapping, stamping of feet, palpable excitement buzzed through the charged air, infectious grins, spontaneous outpouring of emotion. Jaemin was still no where to be found. the principal, who’s nicknamed as “the hag” by the students is already on the stage giving long inspirational speeches. You looks back and Yoorim leans forward from the second row, “Where’s Jaemin?” Yoorim observes the auditorium trying to look for the brown haired boy. “I saw him with that junior Chenle like five minutes ago near the lockers. He’s gonna be back.”

“We are going to be announcing the yearly senior school president within a few minutes. we have Y/L/N Y/N, president since the freshman year, Jang Hanbin and Na Jaemin. Please a round of applause for these three who have worked so hard to make this place a better environment for us!” The principal’s voice echoed through the auditorium followed by claps in the charged air.

Jaemin walks slowly in the dark, making sure he doesn’t trip over all the wires from the mics resting on the ground. He quickly plops down on the chair beside seolmin and mutters a yes. “Where in the hell did you go?” You whisper. “Well I was with the exchange student, the yearbook photographer. What’s his name,” you interrupt him, “Chenle. Zhong Chenle.” Jaemin grins. “Yeah him, he was trying to take my pictures but I made a deal and said that he’s gonna tie my tie and I’ll let him take five pictures of me.” You facepalm. “So you were out there having a photoshoot?” Jaemin nods.

The tension in the air gets worse and worse and you could literally see Jaemin’s legs shaking. You rested your hand on his thighs, “I’m gonna make sure you become the president.” You assured him. “What?” he asks, a face of concern plastered on his face. “Shut up and listen to hag.” You whisper yell.

“It was a really good competition this year! a very fair one. Over the past ten year the results were never this close to each other and I must say, I’m extremely impressed.” Jaemin held your hands under the chairs. You looked at him but his eyes are fixed on the plasma screen which is about to display the results.

“We have Jang Hanbin at the third position with 198 votes, Na Jaemin at second with 202 and Y/L/N Y/N at first with 206. Congratulations!”

The cheers erupt like an auditory volcano. It is all quiet one second and then deafening the next, rising to a crescendo and then falling to a trickle before the same nervous tension commands silence once more in you. Your heart is beating fast, you honestly didn’t expect it when Jaemin hosted an entire trip for them. “Aye, congratulations!” Jaemin grins, showing you the most genuine angelic smile you have ever seen.

“Good morning everyone and our respective teachers. I’m Y/L/N Y/N from homeroom four. I would like to thank everyone who had voted for me and helped me achieve this honourable title. I’m disheartened to say that as much as I would like to help my peers and teachers in the campus I would like to focus on my studies more. So me, Y/L/N Y/N is resigning and handing the title over to Na Jaemin. Thank you.”

“What did you do that for?” Jaemin’s concerned figure pressed against the wall, the gold plated badge shinning brightly on his chest pocket. “You wanted to be one and I’ve been a president for like what? 4 years? Isn’t that enough?” You reasoned.

Music played by the band fills the air without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. some react to the beat, others continue in chatter. “Let’s go the field this loud ass music is hurting my ears.” You pull Jaemin by his arms before he could even reply. “Why are we here again?” Jaemin asks when you brought him to the empty fields. “Don’t know. I don’t like crowds so.” You sit on the stairs and pat on the flat surface beside you, indicating him to sit aswell.

“I’m really happy right now. I never liked being the centre of attention all of the time. I have heard so many rumours about me and some of them don’t even make sense.” You sigh. Jaemn rests his arms around your shoulders and shifts closer, “But you really didn’t have to. I honestly feel so guilty, but I really wanna thank you, so I’ll take you out for some barbecue tonight.”

“No no, you don’t have to.” You shift away from him and look at him dead in the eye. “My mom’s gonna be really happy when she sees this” He ran his fingers over the badge. “You deserve it, more than anyone els—” Jaemin cut you off, “you talk a lot.” he hushed you, before moving his finger, and pressing his hand against your cheek, giving Jaemin more support to push himself towards you, and connect your lips together. The kiss was soft, gentle, slow which only lasted for a few seconds before you shyly pulled away, “We’re in school!” You reminded him.

“Oops.” Jaemin pushed himself to his feet, brushing dirt from his trousers “I’m not feeling like going inside anymore, I’m gonna go home, what about you?” You stood up aswell, “Me too its boring anyways.” You both walk down the hallways past the lockers when you notice the only locker ajar is yours. You slowed down your pace as Jaemin jogged back to keep up with you. “What.” he looked at you. “The fuck is my locker open for? I remember closing it..” you quickly jog to your opened locker. “See if anything’s missing.” Jaemin peeks from the back trying to help you. “Wait— wait there’s a note? Who even writes these nowadays.” You snort. “Ooh girl out here already getting promposals! Read it.” Jaemin jokes and encourages you to read the note written on a page torn from the Physics notebook.

Jaemin leans the lockers behind you trying to take a peek of the note in your hand. “Pretty sure it’s a dumb promposal or some shit like that. I’ll read it later.” You say and proceed to keep it in the back of your school bag. “No please I’m really curious to see who writes a note nowadays.” Jaemin pouts and convinces you to read the note. “You’re so annoying.” You mumble and unfold the piece of paper. “Oh look— it’s not handwritten!” You notice.

“Y/N, im pretty sure your gonna be with jaemin by the time you read it lol anyways i can see you having fun with him. it gets annoying sometimes to see you guys under the bleachers during lunch. great to see a sore loser like jaemin has someone before me. sorry to break your heart but mr na jaemin is playing with you just to get that badge and become relevant. from someone very close to you.”

Your heart shatters into pieces. You read the note again, one more time. Praying that the writings would magically disappear. You didn’t want to believe a random piece of paper left in your locker, but everything did make sense. Jaemin only started talking to you after the nominees were announced. You felt stupid for thinking maybe he was the one.

“What does it say?” Jaemin still tries to peek at the note and his gaze shifts to your face, eyes almost glassy. “What happene—,” Jaemin’s smile long gone and concern plastered on his face. “Don’t. Just go.” You yank his arms away from you. “I’m so gullible, did you know that?” You yell as tears streamed down your rosy cheeks. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. You felt the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child. Jaemin crumbles the paper in his hand and looks at you. “Look i can ex—” you cut him off, “Don’t just don’t. Go home and don’t talk to me.” You storm off leaving Jaemin and his broken heart behind.

Jaemin drags himself up the stairs to his room without greeting his mom with a cheeky smile like he does every other day. This heartbreak feels cold. Can he even call it a heartbreak? It was his fault after all. He wants to beat himself up for being naive and immature. Jaemin throws the badge and it lands somewhere near his bed. He cried, cried for being exactly like his father, crying for hurting someone. Images of his father flashes back from the back of his mind again as tears rolled down his cheeks.

On the other hand you feel empty inside. Jaemin was like your happy pill, seeing his smile once a day was enough to make your day 10 times brighter. You’re too ashamed to tell your friends you got played, since they were the one telling you he’s suspicious since day 1. Part of you believed it was fake, his touches, his kisses were always full of love.

The path to forgetting about you seemed far to steep, fate determined failure waiting for Jaemin at the top. He promised himself with puffy red eyes, it’s best to forget about you, you didn’t deserve it. His promised seemed to have vanished the next morning when he saw you sitting on the stairs with your group of friends, the Literature book on your lap, prescribed metal frame glasses which you rarely wore resting on the bridge of the nose.

“Hey man! What’s good.” Donghyuck patted his back and sat beside him on the metal benches of the cafeteria. He grabs the untouched toast from Jaemin’s tray and takes a bite, “You’re not hungry?” he asks. “No.” Jaemin replies with in a monotone voice. Donghyuck notices, “Did anything happen?” He finally looks at him with his bloodshot eyes and dark circles. “Oh damn I think i I know what happen—” jaemin cuts him off, “No you don’t.”

Donghyuck rests his chin of his hands and shifts closer to him, “I don’t understand, what happened?” Jaemin sighs, “She got to know everything.” Donghyuck’s smile finally fades into a frown. “It’s all your stupid idea’s fault.”

“Sorry but you’re the one who asked me for an idea.” Donghyuck shrugs. “I’m gonna kill you.” Jaemin looked down and played with the disposable spoon. “Tell me something honestly, do you really like her?” Jaemin looks away and starts “I thought it was just a silly crush I had on her. Is it normal to cry over a girl?” He looks at Donghyuck. Donghyuck chuckles, “We have some serious issue here. You like her and you ruined your chance. Everyone in 4th floor knows what you both di—” Donghyuck stops when Jaemin looks at him dead in the eye.

JENO: i need to tell u something JENO: promise me u won’t get mad JENO: and won’t try to break our friendship JAEMIN: what JENO: i sent that note to Y/N JAEMIN: jeno why JENO: i know i fucked up. i liked her even before you did and that’s why i did that. i realised she likes you and there’s no point of it JAEMIN: wait she likes me? JENO: i heard from yoorim JENO: idk if you’re gonna forgive me or not but i just wanted to let you

Proms always had that melancholic yet beautiful feeling to them. everyone seemed to be so happy, though everyone knew that this happiness would be over soon.

Jaemin stood behind the snack table, date less, trying his best to look interested and amused when in inside he’s concerned about his friends still not showing up. he was stress-eating mini pizza buns when Renjun finally noticed him and approached him.

“What are you doing over here? Y/N looks really good, she did these glittery thing on her eyes, don’t know what they’re called, but you know what i’m talking about right?” Renjun said joyfully. Jaemin swallowed hard at the thought of it. “I’ll be there in a few sec. These mini pizzas taste really good.” “Please atleast go infront of her?” Renjun leaned over and lowered his voice. “She’s right there, please.”

Jaemin’s eyes travelled towards the direction Renjun was pointing at. You wore a navy blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and tight which exposed your perfectly structured collarbones and shoulders.

“See I told you! She looks really good!” Renjun exclaimed and patted Jaemin’s back while he shoved his fifth mini pizza of the night inside his mouth. Jaemin noticed you had dyed your brown, making you look way too good than you did with your black hair. “Did she dye her hair?” Jaemin asked, his voice muffled due to the food in his mouth. “Oh yeah—fucking hell don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Jaemin quickly looked away leaving Renjun confused. “What happene— I’ll murder Donghyuck and Jeno, why are they all coming here?” Jaemin gritted his teeth. “Maybe because you’re standing infront of the snack table? You’re not the only who gets to eat.” Renjun sighed. Donghyuck walked dramatically dancing to the loud obnoxious music playing in the background, almost dropping his phone. “Damn Y/N look, they got your favourites!” Heejin pointed at the chocolate dipped strawberries on the other side of the table.

Your expressionless face immediately turned into a happy smiley face after seeing your favourite sweet treats. Rushing to the other side forgetting about the four inch stilettos you’re wearing. “Y/N, the wires!” Jaemin warned you and you immediately stopped you pace and looked at him in the eyes. “Thanks.” you mumbled.

“Talk to her so that I don’t feel like shit.” Jeno nudged and took a mini sandwich off the plate. “Where did you even come from?” Jaemin flinched. “I was literally here the whole time.” Jeno playfully flicked Jaemin’s forehead.

A sparkle came into Renjun’s eye. “I have an idea. I’ll request the dj to play a slow dance song. Then, you two’ll have to dance together!” Jaemin looked at him dead in the eye, “No.”

Renjun sighed for the third time in the span of fifteen minutes. “If you don’t go and at least say hi, I’ll actually kill you.” Jaemin ran his fingers through his hair. “Fine I’ll go say hi.”

Jaemin nervously walked through the crowd and the neon lights. Everyone had the same glass with the same non alcoholic drink in them, he assumed it tasted bad and didn’t even think about taking one from the table. “Hi Y/N!” Renjun surprised you from the back. “Oh h-hi jaemin. You look—” you scanned him from the top to bottom. He looked like a main protagonist’s lover of all the 70s romance movies you’ve binge watched with your grandma. Perfectly styled hair, black tuxedo, a black tie, “You look good.”

You were absolutely breathtaking, Jaemin thought. You were able to turn his stomach so that a thousand of butterflies inside him went crazy, to make his heart hurt in this bittersweet way. You put a spell on him he couldn’t escape from. Or maybe he was just overly dramatic.

The lights changed their colour from a dark blue to purple, setting a heavy mood over the scene of peers dancing in their best clothes. a modern song played loudly through the boxes and though Jaemin didn’t know it, he couldn’t help tapping along to the beat with his foot.

“Now that I think about it, prom isn’t that bad.” Jaemin remarked observing his surroundings. “What did you say?” Renjun asked again, the loud music making it impossible for him to hear. “You should really go to Y/N and give her some company.” Jaemin yelled in Renjun’s ears. “What, why?” Renjun yelled back.

The loud upbeat music came to a stop and was soon replaced by a slow ballad. The lights the room became dimmer and everyone in the room started getting scattered, looking for their partners for the dance of the night. The dance maybe some of the will cherish forever.

“Ew look—” Renjun pointed at some couple on the dance floor. Jeno and Jaemin’s eyes followed his direction. “Aren’t you both supposed to dance?” Jaemin asked them both. “Eunji is literally behind you having cream puffs, she isn’t gonna dance.” Jeno gazed over at his date.

Jaemin looked at Renjun and he immediately looked back at away. “Look I don’t wanna—you’re dancing, don’t ruin the night for Y/N.” He frantically pushed Renjun in the crowd before he could even say anything.

The lights dimmer now, a nice cool shade of blue, which reminds Jaemin of the beaches at midnight. The music soothing to his ears, almost like the ballad songs he listens to in the middle of the night. The couples in the crowd were in each other’s embrace, some of them kissing and hugging, forgetting about the strict restrictions of canoodling.

“Dude I can’t find Y/N.” Renjun came back after squeezing himself through the crowd. “What do you mean, you can’t find her?” Jeno and Jaemin both asked at the same time. “I’m gonna see outside, you guys can check the washrooms or the dessert tables.”

The small stones scrunched under his feet which lead him behind the ballroom. The stars were shining bright over him. Jaemin was more than glad to immediately find you on your phone.

“Why are you outside?” “It’s too crowded, I can’t breathe.”

Your breath formed little clouds which raised up to the sky. It was refreshing to be outside for a while, until you both eventually start to get cold. The music seemed far away now, like you both were in a different, own little world. “We need to talk.” Jaemin broke the awkward silence.

“Yeah. You got some explaining to do.” You said almost sounding too sarcastic. “Can we talk inside my jeep. It’s too cold. Atleast I’m wearing a suit, you’re literally wearing a strapless dress.”

You gasped, “Why do you pretend like you care?”

“I—what do you mean?” Jaemin stuttered.

“Cut the act Na Jaemin, you’ve hurt me enough. Stop pretending like you like me, get my hopes high and then I get to know you did everything just to get that silly badge!” You’re now yelling, the broken voice of yours makes Jaemin’s heart ache.

“No listen— I don’t wanna listen okay? Why do you even care if I’m cold or not? We are seeing each other for the last time day after tomorrow, let it be like that. Just stop pretending like you care, please.” You interrupted Jaemin. “Why did you do this, why did you act like you car— shut the fuck up, I care because I’m in love with you! There, I said it.” Jaemin spat and you took a step back, astonished.

“What did you say?” You lowered your voice and looked at him for an answer.

“I said I’m in love with you.” He said looking up at the stars, shining brightly above them like the paintings in museums. “I don’t know how this happened, I never wanted to fall for you to be fucking honest. That day, when you kissed me behind the bleachers, I couldn’t sleep at night. Randomly thought about it everyday for 2 weeks.” Jaemin yelled and you stayed quite looking down at your feet.

“And the badge thing? I made that up just to not look like loser, you know saying i have a crush on her to your friends is very embarrassing? But guess what at the end of the day I’m the loser.”

“Look—let me finish.” Jaemin cut you off. “I pretended to like your flower shop talks only because I got to see you smile, pretended like I love waffles just to spend time with you more, and it’s hundred percent okay if you just tell me to fuck off right now. I can’t keep this inside my mind anymore.”

You felt tears forming in your eyes, your vision blurry. You looked at Jaemin who’s leaning his head against the side of his car.

“Jaem— get in the jeep you’re shivering.” Jaemin opened the door of his car and waiting for you to get “I’m sor—you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down to meet your lips, this time the kiss was hungry and needy unlike all the other times you both have kissed.

He smelled like expensive cologne, you realized. Jaemin gripped your sides tightly causing you to yip, your long gown almost getting in the way. "You’re so beautiful.” Jaemin mumbled against your lips, it made you reconsider all your hatred for him, can you really hate someone as loving as him? You laughed, letting Jaemin move down your neck and place feather light kisses as he went down along your jaw and neck.

Jaemin loosened his grip on your waist, letting his hands skim up your sides before going behind your back, unzipping your gown. You arched your back up ever so slightly to allow him to do what he wished, and he almost instantly took the opportunity and helped you undress in the cramped jeep, the string of the dress cascading to the side and you letting out a slight giggle. If it hadn’t been for all the emotions you went through earlier, you would have been highly self conscious with Jaemin staring at you the way he did, as if you were some Greek goddess.

“You’re really beautiful, I can’t believe this.” Jaemin’s tone was barely above a whisper as he spoke now, his dark dark eyes locked onto your ones to convey the sincerity of his statement.

You almost wanted to say the three words back to him but settled for just biting your lower lip and giving a slight grin, your hands still tangled in his hair giving him a slight tug to get him back to business. Jaemin obliged immediately, though his kisses were no longer to your jaw and neck, his lips and moved further south to your chest, one hand covering one breast while his mouth covered the other. Any words you wanted to say dissipated in an instant, turning into nothing but moans and groans that tumbled from your lips while your back arched upward again, seeking more of his mouth on your and more of his hands skimming over your sensitive skin.

When he switched sides to give proper attention to your other breast, you took the chance to grab ahold of his shirt, starting to undo the buttons with your fingers just as quickly as you could.

With all the buttons undone, you ran fingers gently over his chest; when you let your fingers skim over his abdomen that was just above the waistline of his black pants, he moaned against your skin, the vibrations from it causing you to let a moan escape yourself.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jaemin asked, the worry etched onto his features.

“I’m sure.” You assured him, hands moving to cup his face again and pulling him in for a long, slow, and tender kiss; one that sent a pool of heat down to your core when he looked at you so hungrily once you both parted again.

He slowly inched your panties down your legs, pressing kisses to your exposed skin every inch of the way until he tossed the panties onto the side. He wanted to take his time with you, even in the cramped jeep of his. You didn’t care about that right in the moment, what you wanted was Jaemin inside of you already, but he still had his damn pants on. You sat up and roughly tugged his pants down, you were tired of waiting.

“Somebody’s impatient.” Jaemin laughed as he tried to maneuver to toss his opened shirt aside and get his pants off all the way. “Yes, we got interrupted the last time.”

You felt a bit bold, and without hesitation you grabbed ahold of his hand and guided it right between your legs. Jaemin didn’t hesitate either, a look of lust lingering in his eyes as he pushed one of his fingers up inside of you, moving it around ever so slowly to test the waters and having you moaning and grinding down against his hand in seconds. You tried to start with a kiss, but when he moved his finger to just the right spot, you bit down on his lip so hard you were scared you would draw blood on him, though Jaemin didn’t seem to mind, perhaps too caught up in everything as well. You slowly pulled away, only leaning back in to place light kisses wherever you could reach until you grabbed ahold of his hand and tried to pull him out of you.

“Something wrong?” Jaemin asked sincerely.

“Yeah, I need you, right now.” Your voice came across far more demanding than you expected, but the way Jaemin looked at you afterwards made it worth it. Jaemin reached his hand into the back seat pocket of the driver’s seat, pulling out a condom and trying to rip it open as quickly as he could.

“You bring a lot of girls back here?” You asked with a slight laugh.

“No, but better safe than sorry.” Jaemin replied, quickly trying to get the condom on, You relishing the way his face shifted when you reached down and assisted.

As soon as your hand pulled away, Jaemin’s hands grabbed your waist again while his lips crashed against yours, guiding you to lay back down on the back seat. He kept your lips locked together as he sank himself slowly inside of her, you letting out loud moans and being incredibly glad that everyone was too busy dancing inside and weren’t heading out anytime soon, getting one hell of a show from them if they walked by in the parking lot. He stayed inside of you for a minute when he’d filled you up, you wiggling impatiently under him and trying to thrust upwards to get him moving.

“You are so impatient.” Jaemin smirked.

“Less talking, more fucking.” You demanded.

Jaemin proceeded to start thrusting in and out, slowly at first, though with each passing moan he elicited from you, he thrusted just a bit quicker. “Jaemin.” You moaned out quietly this time, whispering his name for only you both to hear while he kept himself busy kissing and nipping at the base of your neck, leaving marks that would surely show up tomorrow and show the world that he claimed you the night before.

When his mouth moved back to capture one of your breasts, your cries became louder again, your moans containing his name becoming just mumbles of sound that only egged him on to go faster. You grabbed one of his hands again and guided it right to your core again, this time Jaemin acting without question and letting his thumb sink and rubbing the clit while he kept up his thrusts. You were practically blinded with pleasure now, unsure of how much longer you’d be able to last with him going like this.

“Jaemin!” You screamed out this time, knowing full well if there was anyone nearby they’d be curious about the noise. “Jaemin, please, I can’t.” You panted out, you couldn’t hold yourself together much longer, and a satisfied hum came from Jaemin against your skin sending you right over the edge then and there.

Every muscle in your body was exhausted, you felt like pure jello beneath him now, a constant warm glow of happiness lingering on your skin while a smile was etched permanently onto your face for the rest of the night. You were trying to get your breathing regulated again though you were panting from the experience, your legs no longer able to keep themselves upright and fully parted for him. It took you a moment to realize that Jaemin had stilled within you though he still hadn’t reached his climax.

You with any other partner would have asked, argued the point when he’d say he was fine; but with Jaemin it was different, you were determined to make sure that you both had a good time.

You thrust your hips upward with what little energy you had left, Jaemin snapping back into the reality of the situation and going right back to his thrusts, chasing his own pleasure this time. You moaned, not only from your own pleasure because of how overly sensitive you were now was to every twitch of his movement, but because you could tell your sounds got him off, you watched how his face would scrunch up trying to concentrate on his task whenever you moaned.

“Y/N!” Your name came harshly from his lips for the first time since you both got into the jeep, and if you hadn’t already exhausted your peak, you were sure that would have made you cum again. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“You already did that, I’m trying to fuck you right now.” You boldly replied with a sly grin, thrusting your hips up again and getting a deep groan as a reply.

It didn’t take much longer after that for Jaemin to reach his climax, a few more thrusts and a few more of your moans had him finish with loud cries out of his own, slowly giving his final thrusts until he was still inside of you, you pulling him down to lay on you knowing just how much your activities had drained you. The heat between you was nice, you didn’t even care about the layers of sweat between or your bangs clinging to your forehead, all you cared about was listening to Jaemin’s steady breathing and the feel of his hands running down your side. You weren’t sure how long you both just laid there in silence, but you knew eventually you’d have to move, and tell him about how you feel.

“So um, can I say something?” You broke the silence with your question. “I think I love you too.” Jaemin didn’t say anything, only smiled at you and kissed you on the cheeks and giggled, “Hey did you know, I’ve had the biggest crush on you since middle school.”

“You had a weird haircu—

Your trip down the memory lane was interrupted with Donghyuck knocking on the tainted window. You hid behind Jaemin and covered your exposed skin with his blazer. "Glad you both patched up but can you please move your fucking jeep?”

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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winter prompt fill 29, indruck, sfw?

29. i should’ve done my shopping a month ago but now i’m running around last minute and when i enter your store, i’m absolutely frazzled. help me.

(Pinecone is borrowed from harrisonator’s fic “Monster Mash”)

Working at Kepler Petco isn’t the worst thing, even during the holiday shopping hellscape months. It’s not like anyone is getting in fistfights over cases of Fancy Feast. Which is why, on the 22nd of December, Duck is unprepared for the sudden sound of hands on hitting the countertop.

“I need help.” The guy’s about his age, silver hair going patchy black near the top, pink and white striped sweater around his neck and a massive sweater hanging off his lanky frame. His red glasses barely conceal brown, anxious eyes.

“Sure, what’re lookin for?”

“Rat treats, the kind that won’t make them ill.”

“Can handle that, right this way.” Duck leaves the counter and leads the guy back to the small mammal section. As they go the man spins a ring on his index finger, flushing under the merciless heating vents.

“I’m sorry for the dramatic entrance. I have a mountain of things to do today and your store closes first.”

Duck glances at the AKC branded clock on the wall, which shows 12:30 p.m, “We close at five.”

“Yes, I know, but I really cannot overstate how behind I am on my Christmas shopping. Or, well, holiday is more accurate, since Joseph celebrates Hanukkah, which means I’m already late on that.” He sighs, runs a finger with chipped black nails through his hair.

“Big family?” Duck points to the row of snacks, grabs the man a basket from the end of the aisle when he starts piling them into his arms.

“Lots of friends. We’re having a party tomorrow and I completely forgot about it until today. I know it’s ridiculous to forget about a holiday where you can’t turn around without being slapped with a reminder of it, but my brain doesn’t always work in the way I’d like it to.”

“No judgement here. Once forgot my sisters birthday until the minute my mom asked if I could get some candles for the cake after school.”

“Oh dear.” The man smiles, the expression shifting from odd to shy when Duck meets his eyes, “thank you for your help.”

Five minutes later the guy heads towards the register, then stops, backtracking to the display of rats, mice, and hamsters. Duck joins him in case he has questions, and to steal another look at his singular features. They’re not handsome on the surface, but something about them draws his eye back over and over. He’s just in time to hear the man cooing to a pair of brown rats.

“...so lovely, aren’t you just charming? If I could I’d take you home but space is limited. Oh” he blushes when he sees Duck, “I’m, ah, ready to pay now.”

“One of your friends got rats?” He indicates the pile of treats the man is buying.

“Hmm? Oh, no, these are for Luna and Emperor, my rats. I wanted to get them presents too.”

Duck can’t decide if the fact the guy prioritized spoiling his pets on the day he had to buy a bunch of gifts is adorable or worrying.

“As I said, I came here because you close first. And I, ah, I like spoiling them. It’s nice to know exactly how to cheer another living thing up.”

“I get that. Pinecone, that’s my, uh, my cat, gets more treats a month than I do.”

“Someone ought to buy you a few, then.” The man murmurs, handing over his debit card.

Duck, caught up in the mechanics of fighting with the card reader, doesn’t realize he’s being flirted with until the man is no more than a silver head merging into the throng outside.

He’s lowkey annoyed with himself the rest of the day; he’s been in the market for a cute guy, and while his mystery shopper may not be Ryan Gosling, but Duck wouldn’t mind getting his number.

Since he opened today, he gets off at three, decides to swing by Crate and Barrel in case the apron he thinks Barclay might like. There’s small hallways dotted through the mall, leading to exits or to backrooms. As he passes one, he gets a glimpse of silver hair and a vibrant scarf. That’s the only good part of what he sees; the man from earlier is pressed close to the shiny wall, trying and failing to get his breathing order.

“Hey, man, you okay?”

He jolts, registers who’s speaking, and looks at the ground, “N-not really. I, part of the reason put this off so long is I can get incredibly overwhelmed in crowds sometimes, and yes I know that makes coming here three days before Christmas even worse an idea but I thought maybe I could handle it, but I’ve only managed to buy two of the gifts I need because I cannot focus with everything going on and, and I’m sorry, here I wanted to charming around you and now you’ve seen this and-”

“What would help?”

“I, I’d like to go somewhere quiet, but there’s nowhere, even the bathrooms are packed.”

“Do you, uh, want to come sit in my car for a bit? I can run the heater so we don’t freeze.”

“That’s really alright?” The question is so small and vulnerable he wants to tuck it into a shoebox to keep it safe.

“Yeah. C’mon, I’m parked on this end.”

It’s snowing on and off as they walk to his car, and as he gets it running and turns on the heat his passenger finally pulls his clenched hands from his pockets; one holds a fidget cube, the other a very small, plush moth.

“I tried so hard to prepare for every possible future.” Is what he gets as explanation. The man sets both items in his lap and shuts his eyes, breathing slowly in and out. Duck says nothing, opens his phone and plays two rounds of Plants vs. Zombies before he hears anything at all from beside him.

“Would you mind turning the radio on, at a low volume?”

“Any requests?” Duck hits the power button.

“No talk radio.”

“Can manage that.” He fiddles around and finds the alternative station. Even it has Christmas songs interspersed with the usual mix.

“Is your name really Duck?”

He wonders if the guy is omnipotent until he remembers his nametag.

“It’s a nickname.”

“I’m Indrid.” He opens his eyes, “thank you for letting me come here to calm down. I may actually manage to succeed in my quest now. It’s so hard, I actually enjoy being out around the lights, the feeling of so many people being happy or trying to do kind things for each other. But it’s easy to get overwhelmed, especially when I’m alone.”

“Would it help if you weren’t?”

“Possibly, but I couldn’t ask you to spend even more time in that mall given you work there.”

“Got some last minute shoppin to do myself. Besides, if you get stuck on a gift, I’m pretty damn good at comin up with ideas.”

“Thank you.” Indrid smiles, excited, and that settles it: Duck is asking for his number after this.

They brave the crowds and the holiday cheer blaring across the speakers once more. The first stop is a store selling housewares, including a pair of small succulents that Indrid deems worthy of giving a friend as he listens to Duck talk about his part time job at the National Forest, laughing when Duck mentions last weeks run-in with a pissed-off migratory bird.

The next few stores are no help, and they opt to take advantage of the lull between when people are done with school and when people are done with work to hit up the coffeeshop, Indrid ordering a white chocolate peppermint mocha and promptly getting whipped cream on his nose. Duck is tempted to kiss it off, settles for handing his new friend a napkin while he talks about his recent return to Kepler after traveling around the country in a Winnebago, selling his art at shows. As luck would have it, the store has a shelf devoted to artisan or local coffees, and they’re each able to find one for someone on their list.

Macy's proves more treacherous, and once five o’ clock hits even Duck is feeling cramped. Indrid is tensing, his replies getting short or far off, and just as Duck is about to offer to dip out again, chilly fingers link with his own.

“Is this alright?”

“Better than alright.” He grins and Indrid holds tighter, breathing in through his nose and out his mouth as Duck guides them into a less crowded corner. The do eventually find some high quality hiking socks that Indrid buys, only letting go of Duck in order to pay.

They reward themselves with dinner at Johnny Rocket, Duck hopping over to Indrid’s side of the booth to see pictures of Emperor and Luna, and show off the photos he has of Pinecone hiding under his ranger jacket.

“One more stop, thank goodness.” It’s going on seven and Duck has to say he agrees; he loves being around Indrid, but his feet are killing him and he’s had “Jingle Bells” stuck in his head for an hour.

Indrid’s last item is at Crate and Barrel, and Duck laughs when the other man goes straight to the aprons.

“You got good taste, I’m gettin’ one of these too. Barclay said he needed a new one.”

A fine-boned hand freezes mid-reach, “Did you say Barclay?”

“Yeah?”

“I am also buying this for a Barclay. Is your Barclay, by chance, dating someone named Joseph and hosting a party tomorrow?”

“Yep.”

They stare at each other, frozen long enough that another shopper passes between them. Then they double over in sync, Duck wheezing out a laugh while Indrid cackles.

“Holy shit, we’ve been shoppin for the same folks!”

“Barclay mentioned there’d be new people at the party but I never thought one of them would be such a catch.”

Duck gets his breathing in order, steps across the faux-hardwood and takes Indrid’s hand.

“Hey, Indrid? You wanna be my date to the party tomorrow?”

“Absolutely.”

“....wait, fuck, which one of us is gonna give him the apron?”

“You can, I have another idea for him. Consider it an early present from me.” Indrid tease.

“Sugar,” Duck slips his hands into Indrid’s back pockets, smiling up at him, “you might just be all the present I need.”

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quiet-hypnotist · 4 years

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Of Drinks And Dreams

(Just a quick heads-up: This story features a fairly conversational induction scene. And given the nature of that style, please have a content warning. All suggestions that the tist in this story mentions are about feeling pleasure from obedience and being taken into hypnosis. At the end there is the mention of a re-induction trigger, yet that along with all suggestions is framed to fade as the story ends, much like waking from a dream. A dream about what exactly? Well, for that much detail you gotta read it yourself. Enjoy!)

“Hey there. I hope you saved a beer for me.” The friendly call turned some heads, but not more than on any other Friday evening in this place. The small hotel bar wasn’t exactly the place where people would go to find isolation. During the work days that might have meant a bustling bartender and busy waiters all throughout the room. Yet as it so often went the last days of the week flushed only the weary or the troubled through the doors. And whoever didn’t silently cling to their glass eventually let silky dark air outside flush them back out the same way, sending them to bed or back to the grind.

As such the room was already almost deserted, the only one’s who truly took note were the three people who, with beaming faces, turned to face the source of the noise and wave. The two guys sitting across from each other smirked before one of them corrected their glasses for the dramatic effect, donning their best imitation of what might have otherwise been a stern voice: “Get your butt moving and order one then. Ain’t no one saving a drink for the tardy around here.”

“Oh, woe is me! My best friends leave me to just die of thirst.” “Yeah,” the second guy nodded with a smug grin, “and of hunger, too. Don’t think just because you let me copy your notes every week that you’d get even one of these fries from me.” “Oh, guys, c’mon! He was just half an hour late. Why would we possibly have a reason to take that out on him?” The group’s only lady looked no less amused by the exchange than the other two. Though as she shifted in her seat to tug a strand of pink hair behind her ears that expression softened from one of mockery to honest warmth. “Take a seat for now. And here’s your drink.” As he seated himself opposite from her she pushed a filled glass in front of him. “And here I thought I would get to see the day where you finally keep all the good stuff to yourself.” Despite the words he received it with thanks, all the more seeing as both she and the guys still had their own glasses right there. “Already on the second round?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” the first speaker waved it aside, “isn’t it only natural we’d wait for you?” On the other side of the table the smug guy laughed. “Ryan, you do notice how much you’re contradicting yourself, right?” Adjusting his glasses again more out of embarrassment over his act from before than of necessity, Ryan countered: “Not like you or Brielle were any better.” “Oh, I don’t know,” Brielle winked, “I think Jeff here was pretty convincing. Or can you imagine him willingly sharing food with anyone?” “Ah, you have a point.” “Excuse me? What are you implying here?” “Nothing, of course. Could these eyes lie to you?” “Damn, yes, they could.” “Hey now, that’s the privilege of a lady.” “C’mon, Erik, say something to her, will you?” Instead of saying something he took a sip from the offered beer before chuckling. “Nah, I think I’ll let you folks do the talking tonight.” “See, that is why I don’t share my fries with him.”

“Don’t tell me…” Brielle stopped to take a good look at his face. “Did it happen again?” He nodded. For a moment the group fell silent. “Damn, you really have it figured out, huh?” “I wish.” Ryan shook his head in disbelief. “You need to get a grip, man. There’s no way it works like that.” “You’d really think so.” It was always the same reaction. Not like Erik could blame them. Honestly, he himself often enough doubted what was going on. And he was there when it happened. How would they have an easier time believing it?

“Err, sorry to be the party pooper or something.” Jeff scratched his head in hopes of finding the right tone for the occasion: “But could someone maybe give me a quick rundown here? What are you even saying happened? Traffic jam or some such? We… we are talking about why Erik was late, aren’t we?”

Brielle chuckled with that same helpless eye roll as the day Erik had first told her about it. Ryan meanwhile frowned: “You haven’t heard yet?” “That’s why I’m asking, wouldn’t you say?” “Hey, no need to get snarky. Just… oh, who am I kidding, it’s not like I would have that clear an idea myself.”

To assist him Brielle mentioned: “Erik chatted up a girl.”

And fell silent again. As if that would explain anything. Thousands of people chatted up someone. And just as Erik would have expected, Jeff seemed to be of a similar opinion: “Hey man, good for you! You’ve been single long enough! What’s it been since that cutie from the pool party? Six years? Seven?” “Something like that,” Erik forced himself to smile, “but it’s not what you think.”

“Aww, no need to get shy now! We’ve all flirted with a girl before here. Some of us still are.” Jeff winked at Brielle who just let one of her hands disappear under the table. Seconds later he grimaced but at least today he managed to not make a sound despite the pain where she pinched him.

“You’ll never learn, will you?” Erik sighed. “But be that as it may, really, it is not like that. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I had every intention on maybe getting her number. Ask her out on a date, get to know her. You know the drill. But… well, I kinda… talked to her.”

Still wary and with a grumpy glace at the girl besides him Jeff fired back: “That’s usually how flirting with someone new works, Mr. Smartypants. Though hopefully you didn’t only talk to her. Because if that is how you ended up half an hour late I have an idea why you’re making such a long face now.”

Ryan on the other hand nodded, suddenly a lot milder than a few minutes ago: “I feel you there, buddy, believe me. They wanna hear about your hobbies and before you even get into the third arc of Gundams they mysteriously have a prior engagement to get to.” “No, sorry, that might be just your problem there.”

Brielle shut the guys up with a glare that probably would have managed to freeze lava if she tried. Before directing her attention back to Erik, all concern and worry. “What I don’t understand,” she carefully approached the issue, “is why it keeps happening? It would be odd enough if it happened at all, of course, however sometimes life just plays out that way. But every time?” “Tell me about it,” he grimaced. She didn’t seem to press on after seeing his expression. A gap that Jeff more than eagerly used to get a word in himself: “Or better yet, you tell us! Sure you might not exactly play up there with the big movie stars when it comes to sex appeal, but really I can’t see a single reason why you wouldn’t find a date when you actually make an honest effort. So what are you doing that it ends up like this each time?”

It was obvious that their interest was raised to the point where they would never let him off the hook. Especially Jeff, friendly, supportive, nosey Jeff. If Erik didn’t watch his step the guy might just drag him to five blind dates a week until the matter was solved or something. He sure wouldn’t hesitate all for the sake of helping a friend. Though would it really be considered help given the circumstances? So he cleared his throat, taking another sip of liquid courage and tried to express just how it went.

“Really, I’ve been convinced it had to be just a coincidence for the longest time, much like you guys. I mean, it sounds lunatic no matter how you slice it. Chatting up a hot person is enough of a hurdle as it is. But seeing how odd they behave every time… ”

“So what if they tiptoe around you not being their type?”

“Oh, no. No, I doubt you could call it that. Though granted, that’s what anyone would think the first couple times around. So, you know, that’s a fair point to make. But no. It’s not like they feigned interest until a convenient distraction moves the conversation into safer waters. Or like they mysteriously get phone calls that need them to leave and postpone any meetings with me for the indefinite future. Nothing of the sort.”

It had a soothing effect to watch the golden brown alcohol swirl in the glass when he gently moved it while speaking and he found the motion helped the words flowing.

“If anything it is exactly… well, maybe not exactly but still pretty much the opposite. They don’t lose interest. If I had to say it, they get too interested in what I say. Like this girl today. She actually was the one coming up to me this time.”

“Aren’t you just bragging now?” Jeff’s question was swiftly followed by a painful yelp and a death glare that quickly vanished behind Brielle’s gentle encouragement: “Now I would get why you’re sure she wouldn’t just politely avoid you.”

“Right?” He appreciated how she helped him get back on track after the interruption. “I don’t even really remember what she started off with, but within a couple minutes we found ourselves sitting down at a nearby bench with two cheap paper cups in our hands and letting the heat of the coffee inside just warm our fingers. And I want to claim that we had a really eloquent conversation about this or that, but… well, to be honest I just talked. And I guess it was fine because she didn’t do much else. The words just kept flowing as a welcome reason to sit together, spend the time in each other’s company and whatever was said didn’t even matter compared to just keep that moment going.”

Jeff seemed to have some words of his own but no sooner had he opened his mouth when with a careful glance at the pink haired girl next to him he fell silent. Erik barely noticed how dumbfounded he looked with his mouth opening and closing like a carp. In his mind he was back there, on the bench, a flimsy cup of coffee in his fingers instead of cold beer, once more seeing the expression of that young woman.

“She didn’t mind just listening. In fact sometimes she would nod along much as if she were feeling every word she heard. Maybe you already know that sort of fugue when it just feels so right to listen that the only important thing becomes to keep hearing that other person’s voice?” “Mhm,” Brielle murmured, all her attention on him. The guys both leaned back, evidently happy to wait their turn with further words.

“And honestly, had anyone been seeing the two of us sit there it likely wouldn’t have seemed like something out of the ordinary. Just imagine it, taking a stroll in the sun and seeing her there, focused on every word she heard and yet not being aware of a single one of them. Because in that moment it was much better to let the warmth from the cup soak into her. Much easier to simply nod and listen. So very comfy to stop thinking about where the conversation flowed. And how could it not? When even I, the one who kept talking, stopped thinking about the words and focused only on how lovely this person looked?”

He took another sip more to wet his throat than because he was thirsty, but neither of them so much as moved.

“And had such an onlooker continued to take in the scene, can we be sure they had noticed the signs? Would they really have become aware of how that woman’s head started drooping a little more with each nod? Would they have realized the way those shoulders slumped a little more with each breath? Would those eyes have seemed glassy and doll-like even from a distance? Or would all of those things simply happen without anyone noticing at all as the body simply responded to impulses beyond control?”

It was a question he still knew no answer to and at this point he began to wonder if it even mattered at all.

“Memory is such a blurry, foggy thing sometimes but perhaps you remember moments like that, caught somewhere in an unexplored haze between waking and dreaming, between listening and blankly absorbing. And I suppose that must have happened to that girl. Because by the time I noticed she was leaning against me, those eyes fluttering as if dancing on the line between watching and dreaming. Who really knows if she even had the ability left to notice her lips being softly parted, a faint trickle of drool escaping her as she slumped that far.”

Somehow the swirling beer inside his jug became a canvas, conjuring up all the impressions from that time anew. The weight of a person leaning on that arm. The warmth of another body right next to his. The slow, steady rhythm of her breath. The subtle moans as he continued to speak: “She was beautiful like that, no doubt. And as such I dared not to disturb the moment. Whether aware or not, she felt here and now was exactly the right place and exactly the right time to let all worries and cares go. And I cannot put my finger on why, but we both knew that it was perfectly fine because that mind was so good at absorbing the words that continued to flow around it.”

Did the words flow down into the depths between slumbering thoughts like a warm, soothing liquid down a thirsty throat? It was a nice image at the very least. He smiled, appreciating that his friends had fallen still to give him a chance and get it all out.

“Of course, I say that the words don’t matter but that does not mean they were without meaning. It was just that neither of us needed to think about them because conversation took a life of it’s own, flowing on and on in a way we could drift along with. Like when I just began putting into words how attractive she was or how pleasurable it felt to be this close.”

The memory alone stirred up a blissful shiver.

Opposite from him Jeff and Brielle seemed to know exactly what he was talking about, both of them leaning against each other with dopey smiles on their faces and half-closed eyes. Meanwhile Ryan next to him slumped against the wall and seemed close to dozing off. Not like anyone could blame him. It was the middle of the night and by now the three were the only guests left. As the evening progressed it would be a surprise if people didn’t fall asleep.

He considered ushering the group to bed. But… he had never really had someone listen to him about this issue before and to be honest it was cathartic in a way to get it all out.

“Was it maybe the warmth of our drinks that melted one moment into the next? Or maybe the way the wind seemed to carry words and thoughts and anything else away for a while? Whichever it may have been, neither of us noticed how the longer I kept talking, the more pleasurable she found it to listen to me. Which may have been remarkable in hindsight, considering how the more she entrusted that mind to my words the more she began to shiver and moan. It almost seemed like that young woman’s mind felt the sheer sound of my voice with the intensity of soft, intimate touches. And it wasn’t before she was clutching my arm, openly panting in aroused heat that it dawned on me. It had happened again. Somehow it happens all the time. Like there were a pattern in the way I speak that inevitably draws someone in if they are willing to listen and follow the thoughts my voice offers.”

It was nice that his friends restrained their comments to moans under their breath. They clearly had to hold it in a fair bit, the excitement from not talking seemed to nearly overwhelm them as they shuddered and panted the moment he began to speak.

“It is like my words were putting her under a kind of hypnotic spell until all she could think about was whatever I told her. Like she were mesmerized to believe obeying this voice she hears meant pleasure and pleasure meant obedience. She was falling more and more under this spell the longer she kept listening. And kept listening only ever more intently the deeper she fell for me. By the time we realized this she was already so deep that the thought of obeying something I said alone was already sending wave after wave of pulsing arousal through her.”

Goodness, those three really gave it their all to hold back their opinions! They sounded just like that girl had as he wondered if the talk they had was going to turn her into a slave to the sound of his voice.

“In the end, of course, just as Ryan pointed out before, that just isn’t how flirting works. Of course in many ways a good flirt is about honing the art of seduction. Thus I could easily see how someone who enjoys this kind of flirt might get seduced into letting their thoughts fade the more they listen. Or might even get drawn into such a joyful haze that they start to crave doing as they are told when it is a safe time and place for that to happen. But in the end, a fun flirty dream is all it was. Because that is how that works.”

As he watched their faces Erik couldn’t help but wonder if they were already on their own way to dreamland. Ryan looked totally knocked out. Jeff was sprawled all over his seat, his mouth hanging but whatever comment he may have wanted to make long forgotten. And meanwhile Brielle rested on his chest, though her eyes fluttered open every now and again, unfocused and merely vaguely gazing in his direction. While one of her hands rested on a suspicious bulge in Jeff’s pants.

“That’s how it works. And yet, can you imagine why this keeps happening? It’s like this same dream keeps returning every time. During every flirt. As soon as I say something specific. Like, could it be possible that I would only need to say something as unusual as ‘Hibiscus puppets’ for that mind to drop right back into this dream of obedience and mindless submission? If that were so, can you imagine how powerful and intense the pleasure from this dream must be to draw them right back here when they feel it is appropriate and safe?”

The empty jug made a dull sound as it came to rest on the table. From across the room the waiter gave him a warning gesture by pointing at the clock. Sounds didn’t carry across the room as easily, but that wasn’t necessary to realize how late it had gotten. No wonder all three of them fell asleep.

“That woman is on her way home now, and honestly I don’t even know if she remembers the talk we had. That’s the thing about dreams, even if they leave an impression the brain usually remembers exactly as much or as little as it likes. What I do know is that she asked for my number right around the start, so who knows? If she really wants to, perhaps she will chat me up again sometime. After I returned to my senses and found that this weird flow had happened again I certainly did no longer dare ask for hers. Not when there were greater priorities. Like waking her up, for example. Because as comfortable as it may be to rest and dream with a kind voice flowing around those heads, eventually all the dreams will end and dissolve. As each dream gets followed by thoughts and awareness returning. But who am I kidding, of course you would already be so familiar with that. Speaking of which, you three, rise and shine. We gotta get you home safely as well after all. So c’mon, try to hear what I say so the sound can slowly guide you back up and awake!”

“Hmm… What?”

While rubbing the sleep from her eyes Brielle got up first. The guys took longer, but then again maybe they just really needed some shut-eye that bad.

“Sorry, probably bored you to death,” Erik shrugged, “Tell you what, as thanks for listening this round is all on me. Deal?”

“Awesome! Why didn’t you say that first? Feel free to always talk to me about your troubles from now on.” Jeff beamed at the news that he could leave his purse untouched tonight.

“Leech.” Ryan chuckled before turning pale at the sight of his smartphone display. “Shucks, folks, no choice here. I gotta run. Thanks for covering for me tonight. We should do this again sometime. I feel like I missed half of what you said. See you later!” And just like that he was out the door.

“He could at least have taken the time to say some proper goodbyes first if that’s how it was.” Despite her choice of words however Brielle didn’t sound displeased in the slightest. “Are you really gonna just treat us all? It’s perfectly fine for me to…”

“Don’t you worry about that. I was late and on top of that we only talked about my date today. This is the least one can do as thanks.”

“Ah. Maybe you really want to hold your horses then. Because sorry as I am to say after you went through the trouble of explaining it all, but I still feel pretty out of it. Not sure if anything of what we talked about stuck. Even though I finally hoped to understand just how to help you with your problem.”

“Don’t sweat it. Really, you guys were sleeping for most of it anyway. It would have been outstanding if you remembered the conversation in detail despite that.”

Even while responding a buzzing sound distracted him. A mail on his phone. From an unfamiliar number.

“Someone important?” Of course Brielle wouldn’t miss the effect these few digital words had on him. Which given his dumbfounded stare would likely have been hard even for a less attentive person. Like Jeff, who simply grunted: “Probably spam.”

“It’s her. The girl from earlier. She’s asking if this was my number and if so, if I remember what we had to drink during our talk. So that I can treat her to a repeat tomorrow evening at my place.”

“Smooth,” Brielle commented with a smirk, “So you can do it after all. Now I better hope your memory is more reliable than mine. I still can’t recall what that word was you mentioned along the way. Even though I really liked the expression. What was it? Did it have something to do with flowers?”

She was darn cute when she scrunched up her face like that. Without thinking he blurted out: “What? Did you mean ‘Hibiscus puppets’ maybe?”

As if struck by lightning both of them dropped whatever they were doing, eyes fluttering shut as they slumped in their seats. The change was far too dramatic so that even Erik could not have missed it.

“Oh fuck me,” he breathed as his eyes drank in the sight of his two hypnotized friends, “I did it again!” ***

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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Hair or Lungs

A/N: I’m all for giving credit where credit is due, so big thanks to @carebearofriddles for the idea. Hope you guys like it!

And away, and away we go!

~~~

Calum made sure you and Roy were out before he finally came home from his holiday abroad. He, never being an early riser, often caught you and Roy chatting in the kitchen whenever you were over. In eavesdropping on those conversations, he had learned a lot about you. Like how your parents had a rule that you were allowed to do whatever you wanted to your body basically, provided it was temporary, and that you had shamelessly tested those boundaries by coming home with wild streaks of colors in your hair or a new piercing because “it’s temporary!”

You had since grown out of that rebellious phase, only keeping the piercings in your ears and dying your hair less frequently and more normal colors when you did. But you had loved your parents for allowing you that freedom to be you in the most you way, and it was something you planned to do for your own kids when you got to that point in your life. Because “hey, as long as it’s not addictive or harming anyone, what’s the problem?”

Well, Calum had changed up his hair. When you last saw him he was still rocking his blackish fluff of a hairstyle. The length was still the same, but the color was now a silvery blonde. And he couldn’t wait to film your reaction. So, he set up the camera, hit record, and waited.

~~~

“Roy! He’s here!” Calum heard your voice call out happily as your keys unlocked the front door. “Cal?! Cal!” you screamed before running into his arms. “I missed you!”

“I missed you, too!” he said, dragging you into the kitchen where he had his camera still waiting.

He reached down to scoop up Duke who was barking happily at him. He mumbled some cute nonsense at the dog before setting him down. Then, he ran a hand through his hair, drawing your attention to it.

“Oh, my God!” you said, clapping a hand to your mouth. “Cal! Your hair!”

“Looks good, yeah?”

“It looks great!” you said, running your hands through it. Damn, your man looked good. “Upstairs?”

“Now.”

~~~

“So, if he quits smoking before the end of the year, you 2 can’t have sex for 2 weeks,” Roy grinned over at you. Your roommate was tired of your late night sexcapades with Calum keeping him up.

You weighed the options. It was only February. Was this a bet worth taking? Yes, you decided. Calum was about to have a busy year ahead of him which meant your boyfriend would be smoking up a hell of a storm. “You’re on!” you grinned, shaking Roy’s hand.

You and Calum had been dating for close to two years, a relationship only your closest friends knew about. You both had agreed in the beginning of the relationship to keep each other off of your social media accounts and to only be intimate with each other when you were out of the public eye. It was hard, not being able to so much as hold his hand in public, but you respected Calum’s right to keep his relationship with you between just you and him. And, if you were being completely honest, you were scared for the world to know about your relationship. You had seen the type of nasty comments Crystal and Sierra received. No, it was much better to let the world think you and Calum were just friends. Because you were. He was your best friend, and you were his- “girl best friend, Ash, you’re still his guy best friend, calm down”- you just also happened to be dating him.

Calum kept himself hidden as he listened in on the conversation, smirking to himself. He had never had a reason to quit smoking. Until you. And now with this bet hanging between you and Roy, he was more determined than ever to make quitting stick this time.

~~~

The next drastic change Calum did to his hair was he cropped it super short, dying it silver in the process.

Again, he set up the camera to film your reaction.

“Jesus!” you said running your hands through it. “What are you gonna do next? Shave your head?”

Now that there was an idea! He just grinned. “Look, now you can mess it up and I don’t have to fix it before shows,” he told you, running his own hands furiously through his hair. “See? Nothing!”

You pouted. “I liked messing up your hair…”

“And I like not having to fix it,” he said, tapping a finger to your nose.

“We want the curls, Cal.”

“We?”

“We. Me. The fans. The curls. Give them back,” you said, giving a playful tug of his short hair.

“So, you can tug more of my hair? No thanks.”

“You love it, don’t lie,” you smirked, giving his hair another tug.

His eyes closed and he held back a moan. “Upstairs. Now.”

~~~

When he did eventually shave his head, he was in Korea, and you were home with Duke. Recording your reaction was going to take a little more work.

“Oh, God damn it!” you giggled when he Facetimed you. “Your beautiful hair… it’s gone…”

“It’s not all gone,” he insisted, giving his hair a rub. “Ah, that feels weird.”

“Yeah, cuz you shaved your damn head!” you laughed at him. “Oh, Cal…”

He pouted. “You don’t like it, huh?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So?”

You sighed. “You look great, Cal. You always do. Now, hurry up, and come home so I can not mess up your hair.”

“Just got Australia left, and then I’m coming home to you.”

“You better.”

“I’ll be home before you know it, baby.”

~~~

“Cal!” you shrieked, coming home to find him home.

“Baby!” he smiled, taking you in his arms.

“Damn it! You’re gonna kill me with these hair changes!” you laughed, running your hands through his hair. The shaved head had grown out into a super short buzz cut, and your boyfriend’s hair was silver again.

“Are you saying you don’t like it?”

“I’m saying you’re gonna give me a heart attack with all these looks you keep serving. Just when I think I can breathe easy again, you drag me back to square one with a new look.”

“So, you do like it!”

“Upstairs. Now.”

He smoked his last cigarette after that.

~~~

“So, you actually quit?” Ashton asked as both men sat in salon chairs. Calum was getting his hair dyed blue, while Ashton was reverting back to his natural brown.

“Yep. Haven’t had a smoke in a week.”

“Damn, you really like her, huh?” Ashton teased.

“Fuck you, mate,” Calum laughed.

“In all seriousness though, I’m proud of you for finally quitting.”

“Me too.”

“So, are you finally going to go public with your relationship with her, too? I mean, you’ve been together like what? 2 years? You live together. You quit smoking for her. You just gonna marry her and still keep her a secret or what?”

Calum let out his breath in a huff. “I dunno, Ash. I mean, I asked her to move in after a year of dating 1.) because I love her and shit and 2.) because I felt guilty she’s stayed by my side while I act like we’re just friends in public. Like she deserved for me to show that I’m serious about her, and that was the best I was able to give her.”

“But that was then. This is now. Are you able to give her more now?”

“I quit smoking…”

“Cal…”

“Look, I’ve been making these videos of her, right? Every time I change my hair, I record her reaction. Ryan’s helping me make it into a video to give to her for our anniversary. When I give it to her, I’m also gonna tell her that I quit smoking for good. She makes me want to be a better man, mate.”

“That’s sweet Cal. I’m happy for you, really I am. Y/N’s a sweetheart. But, aren’t you ready to stop hiding behind the anti-love act and own up that you’ve actually been in love with someone this whole time? I know you guys were both scared at first. But, it doesn’t look like she’s going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I know,” Ashton smirked. Then, “She’s gonna be pissed you made her lose her bet with Roy. No sex for 2 weeks? Damn…”

“Yeah, that’s gonna suck.”

“Is that why you’re changing your hair so much? To make not smoking easier?”

“Shit, maybe… Hair or lungs I guess.”

“I’m glad you’re going with hair.”

~~~

“Calum… Thomas… HOOD!” you screamed, running to put your hands through his bright blue hair. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Keeping you on your toes?”

“More like slowly killing me.”

“I take it you like it?”

“Always, bubs, always.”

“Upstairs?”

“Now.”

~~~

“Oh, Cal…” you breathed, dabbing at your eyes as he showed you the video.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Happy anniversary, bubs.”

“So, you like it?”

“I love it. Thank you.”

“Good, I thought you’d be mad I was filming you in secret.”

You laughed. “Is that why you were changing your hair so much? To make a video?”

“Well that and because it’s stopped me from smoking.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I quit two weeks ago.”

“Oh, Cal! That’s great!”

“I can’t take all the credit. You helped.”

“You quit for me?”

“Yeah. It was do crazy temporary things to my hair or keep damaging my lungs. And I need my lungs healthy because I plan on loving you for a long time.”

“Good, because I plan on loving you right back for just as long.”

“Now, sit, I want to show you something.”

“Show me what? Cal? What did you do now?”

He showed you how he posted the video to his social media accounts with the caption: “So, I’ve been keeping a secret. I’m in love with the amazing, beautiful, and incredibly smart @faby/n and today is our anniversary. She inspires me to be a better man, a better man who changes his hair instead of smoking. Happy 2 years, baby, and may we never stop counting the years together.”

“Oh, Cal…” you said, wiping at your eyes again. “I love you so much, bubs.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask first. But, I’m tired of hiding. I want the whole world to know how much I love you.”

“This is perfect.”

“And as much as I hate to break up this lovefest, you lose Y/N,” Roy said, snapping you and Calum out of your love daze.

“Damn it!” you groaned.

“Lose what?” Calum asked.

“Roy bet me that if you quit smoking this year then we couldn’t have sex for two weeks.”

“Oh, right.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I knew. I heard you guys make it.”

“You made me lose on purpose?! Calum!”

“You bet I wouldn’t quit!”

“Because I know how hard you’ve tried in the past!”

“I get to SLEEP!” Roy cheered.

You pulled a five dollar bill out of your pocket and tossed it at your roommate. “Buy some ear plugs, Roy.”

“What?! No sex! Two weeks! That was the bet!”

“Roy, lemme tell you how this is gonna go down. We all know it’s Cal keeping you up, not me. And you said no sex. There’s still plenty of other things I can do to Cal,” you told your roommate.

Calum cleared his throat as he knew exactly what you were talking about and tugged at his pants as they tightened at your words.

“That’s cheating!”

“It’s called a loophole, Roy. Now, I suggest you run, cuz I’m about to show the world how much I love me some Calum Hood.”

“Wait…? The world? Did you and Cal stop hiding?!”

“Yeah, mate,” Calum grinned at him, showing him the post that was blowing up with love for you both.

“I should’ve known Cal was whipped. Treat my brother right, Y/N. Have fun, you two,” Roy said, clapping a hand on Calum’s shoulder and leaving the house, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“I’m not whipped…” Calum said, watching Roy leave you to enjoy each other in privacy.

“Cal?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Upstairs.”

“Yes, baby.”

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deathfrisbeeinthetardis · 4 years

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Bliss 7 and 12 please ;-;

Thank you anon, I absolutely adored writing this prompt, but being me I ended up with more angst than I planned to write for such a sweet prompt, but the ending is soft I swear. I hope you like it

Prompt Bliss 7. “Look at you… Goodness, you’re so cute.”

Ryan doesn’t know what they are even doing at this point.

This is the tenth time this month that he had lingered at the office after work, throwing himself into doing and redoing his editing as people trickled out and the buzz faded away. His neck is straining and his eyes ache, but he catches himself before he rubs them, not wanting to jostle the contacts. The office is not the pinnacle of comfort and luxury, but he would give up his bed and all his jerseys if it meant he could be spared from his mind.

There is no use thinking about it really, what’s done is done, but he can’t help his reluctance. It’s just an apartment, his rationality says. But why does every empty space hurt to look at, his heart whispers.

There are so many of them now.

So he had hung back, and Shane had stayed with him, the two of them editing their various projects side by side, a giant bucket of Chicago Popcorn™ Shane’s parents had sent between them.

The problem, as it usually was, is that Shane’s company and some good old fashioned sleep deprivation don’t mix well, and productivity took the fallout, their work ethic gradually sliding off the table until they’re positively undoing efforts that they’ve already put out.

Yes, maybe Ryan had something to do with Shane’s elbow and back crashing onto his laptop keyboard and deleting nearly two hours of editing, but it’s Shane’s fault he doesn’t save the videos every two minutes like Ryan does, non-compulsively of course.

So their nights aren’t the most productive, but it’s off-hours so no one can really tell them off. The office is empty, unflipped light switches plunging patches of desks into shadow between the bright spots in mesmerizing patterns. The warehouse desk layout leaves much space for the mind to fill, but Ryan’s worked here for so long that he knows every twist and turn. He’d bet good money that he’d win in a ghost race through this organized mess.

Ryan’s pretty sure the only person doing actual work tonight has chosen to evacuate from their desk to one of the corners farthest away from the pair of them. He feels a little bad to bother him with the un-moderated volume of their conversations and the not-so-infrequent giggling fits, but right now he’s too relaxed and happy to care. It’s the only time he gets to feel like this anyway.

The Unsolved title card flashes, pulling his attention back to the screen, a white bar inching through the multicolored blocks of carefully compiled video and audio files at the bottom of the monitor. Ryan’s quite proud of this one, the crew were able to get some stellar shots on-location and there was probably one of the clearest spirit box replies they’ve gotten, no matter how hard the other man tries to discount it.

“Aww you cut that part out again?’ Shane pouts beside him, headphones perched precariously on his big head.

"You can’t just go and tell ghosts they’re gonna be on Youtube every time.” Ryan swivels his chair to face Shane, a lofty air in his voice as he does his best to look down his nose at the other man, even going so far as pumping his seat up a few inches. Shane’s lip trembles like he’s holding back a laugh. It’s an argument they’ve had before, and Ryan knows how it’s going to go almost down to the line, but it’s always fun, so he plays the game.

“And why not?"

"They’re not from this time, they don’t even know what electricity is!”

“So you are admitting the spirit box is wack.” Shane rubs his hands together evilly, smiling so wide he could have been in that truth or dare movie, no special effects needed. “Oh, this is very good.”

“I did not say that,” Ryan protests, nudging Shane’s leg with a foot and feeling intensely satisfied when the boot leaves a dirt mark on the other man’s dark jeans. Jeez, they are literal children sometimes, but Ryan never has this much fun.

“It’s just, they’re ghosts, and they’re making the effort to reach out to talk to these two idiots, cut them some slack.”

“You’re the only idiot here. I, Shane Madej, am a man of science.” Shane doesn’t even have to level up his seat and he’s still taller than Ryan. It is so, so not fair.

“This is science!”

“Uh-huh,” Shane says, deadpan. There is movement just out of Ryan’s periphery, and he cranes his head to see the guy leave, wincing internally. He should probably apologize for being loud, but that can totally wait a day. Maybe two.

“There has been plenty of evidence on ghosts and you know it.”

“From what I’ve seen? You really want to go into that?” There’s a challenge in Shane’s posture, and Ryan feels a rush in his chest that overruns the empty ache there, sees the trap but he jumps anyway.

“Hell yeah I do, we’ve caught some pretty good stuff along the way, Waverly, ‘brown and white’? The freaking Sallie House?"

"We both know the whole flashlight test is horseshit, Ryan.” Shane smirks, leaning back in his chair languidly with his hands behind his head, “As to the rest of those, the demons and ghosties gotta work harder than that, cause right now they don’t seem very interesting.”

“How dare you! They’re more than interesting. They were all people once.”

“Let’s list what they’ve done, hmm? Jostling toothpaste, nudging bouncy balls, whispers so gentle you can’t even–”

“Nope I’m not letting you trivialize the evidence, it was fucking creepy to hear those on location.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re a wimp.”

“Fuck you.” Ryan shoots back, but there’s no real feeling behind it. He pulls a serious face to match Shane’s, squaring his shoulders and oh watch how fast he folds now.

The other man’s joy is infectious, and soon Ryan is joining him, their laughs swallowed up by the high ceilings and far walls. Ryan’s eyes catch on the lights shining down on Shane, tracing golden lines along the edges of his lanky figure against the shadowed monotony of conference rooms. Breathless and curling into themselves, their gazes meet and linger across five feet of space.

They’re just two guys working into the small hours of the night, just another aspect of their life that their ghost hunting career has bled into, it’s all normal.

Except it isn’t.

Neither of them needs to be here to work, least of all Shane, and really, Ryan thinks with a twist in his chest, it has just been the two of them spending time in each other’s company. And Ryan does genuinely enjoy it. He loves the ease of their interactions, how they can hound each other mercilessly and bicker, how Shane can poke that special unhinged laugh out of him and make him forget about everything else.

And how he, in turn, can make the big guy’s eyes all curvy and bright like no one does.

But there’s no use thinking about things like that.

There could be, a small voice says, a light shining weak in the churning abyss. Ryan passes a hand over his face and keeps it there, not trusting himself to not let his heart spill right out.

“Ryan?”

He had thought he found the one with Helen, the person in the world he’d like to spend his life with, but then things had started falling apart, and she had left. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, Ryan knows, but he had gotten used to having someone to come home to, someone who knows him for who he is.

You can have that again, the voice goes on small and determined, and Ryan wishes he could block it out. Isn’t he always good at that on their investigations? It was basically in the fucking job description.

You just have to let yourself see.

Shane is safe, someone to trust, someone to rely on. No one else would have born with him all the times he lost his mind in those haunted places. No one else would have hummed Mama Mia to him constantly in those first days when Ryan hid the pain so well on camera, knowing the familiar tune would take the tears away, if only for a minute. Just one Shane Madej hailing from the Land of Lincoln, his co-host, his best friend, and the most important constant grounding him while the rest of his world is turned up-side-down.

“You okay buddy?” There is a sharp tone in Shane’s voice, and Ryan belatedly realizes his eyes are wet. Shane’s face is flushed from laughing, but now he leans forward and there is suddenly so much care in the slight tension of his shoulders that Ryan wants to cry.

He can’t risk losing this, he doesn’t know what he would do if he manages to fuck up this last good thing in his life.

“Yeah,” He gives the other man a small smile, turning back to his screen to start up the video again, and he feels Shane relaxing back into his chair reluctantly.

Soon he’s leaning forward again, attention rapt on every little detail Ryan had painstakingly compiled.

“Hmm, didn’t you make a face at that point?” Shane taps a finger against his chin, eyes narrowed in concentration as Ryan reaches out to pause the replay, the lines of blue and yellow stark against the black background.

“Oh, that? I didn’t think it would anyone would be interested to see it.” Ryan’s fingers tap at the keys for a few seconds, pulling up the clip from the front camera and overlaying it on the video.

"I didn’t know it was gonna scare ya.” Screen-Shane says, tipping his head to the side and schooling his face into an impressive mask of innocence as he batted his eyes at screen-Ryan.

In-real-life Ryan feels warmth coil in his chest at the memory, and he smiles as he watches himself sputter for a bit, finally settling on a determined, You know what you did. He actually huffs out a laugh at his piss poor attempt to look intimidating, when the camera angle in the VO booth put Shane so much clearly taller.

On the screen, Shane’s looking down at Ryan with a grin, though he at least has the self-awareness to look a little sheepish. Their eyes lock, and with an appropriate pause for dramatic effect, “I do.”

The clip takes another few seconds to end, their raucous laughter sound from his speakers. Then Ryan’s left with the still of both of them looking at the camera, frozen grins bright on their faces, captured in time.

And Ryan’s caught in fucking limbo again, his free hand flexing in on empty air at the edge of his desk.

“Good stuff huh?” Shane’s voice is quiet.

“Yeah.” Breathe, just breathe, how is that so hard? It shouldn’t be this hard.

“You considering switching the text out for this?” There’s a smile in Shane’s voice, and Ryan clears his throat and drags in a shuddering breath.

“No it's—I’ll uh, I’ll put it in.” He hears Shane wheeling close on his chair, but he doesn’t turn to look, locking his eyes on the monitor and busying himself with the familiar shifts and adjustments. He just needs a bit of time to clear his head, then he’ll recover the ability to be a half-decent friend again, he’s sure of it.

Ryan’s got his cursor hovering over the clip, leaning forward to keep an eye on the time markings when Shane loses a soft breath, his voice an awed murmur.

“God, you’re so cute when you’re focused."

And Ryan’s world freezes over.

Around the edges of his vision, he sees realization, surprise, and something like fear flit across the other man’s face. But Ryan doesn’t do much, just holds as still as he can, like he can stamp down the giddy hope in his chest before it even has a chance to rise, so he can convince himself that it’s all just a freakishly detailed fever dream, because Shane can’t have just said that.

Shane saw him as a friend, nothing more. Ryan does want that to be true, he really should.

Breathing is becoming such a fucking bother again, he thinks absently. Maybe if he didn’t do it, life would be much easier.

"Oh-oh god I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to spring it on you like that, what kind of shitty friend am I—just,” Shane breaks off, dragging both hands through his hair and tugging in frustration. When he finally speaks he sounds broken, voice thick as if he’s holding back tears, “I’m so sorry.”

It’s all too much, there’s a loud rushing in Ryan’s head. He bolts out of his chair, needing the freedom in space to think, to process. His chest tightens when Shane flinches at the sudden movement, eyes wide, fingers white where they’ve wrapped around the arm of his chair in a death grip.

He needs air, Ryan thinks, and his feet start carrying him away, faster and faster. But Shane follows him, and it has always been like this, he supposes. Ryan takes the lead and Shane hops on for the ride, for better or for worse, always a steady presence at his side when he needs him the most. Sometimes even when he doesn’t want to.

Shane’s steps close in and he catches at Ryan’s arm, “Ryan wait, please.”

Ryan blinks hard, but he doesn’t get to wake up this time. Shane’s fingers are burning points of pressure on his mind.

He opens his mouth to speak but there’s a strange taste, two cool lines trace down his face and his vision is swimming, and oh wouldn’t it just be perfect if he blacked out, poor little Ryan, can’t even take a fucking joke without fainting—

“Oh god, don’t cry Ry, please, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Was it a fucking joke.” Ryan bites out, voice barely louder than a whisper but it still comes out harsher than he means. He can’t look at Shane, so Ryan keeps his eyes down, stares at the mud on Shane’s boots from their last shoot. He needs to know.

“No,” Hurt, that’s what it is, and there’s far too much of it in Shane’s voice for it to be right. “No it wasn’t.” Shane lets go of Ryan’s hand to curls an arm around himself, and Ryan aches for the burning contact like it’s a physical wound.

“Oh.” It’s more a punched out puff of air than a word. Oh.

“I-” Shane swallows, eyes shifting then settling back on Ryan, “I was looking at you, and it-it slipped out, I’m sorry.”

The silence isn’t complete, of course it isn’t. The sound of traffic exists at all hours of the day here. But it still envelops Ryan, wrapping around his throat and trying to suffocate the words he’s struggling to form.

“Don’t be."

"What?” Shane breathes, hesitant, almost disbelieving, his eyes dart to search Ryan’s face, “you’re not saying—do you—”

“I think I can.” Ryan says, and he tastes truth on his tongue.

Not now, not even tomorrow, but maybe next week, or the week after that.

“You do?"

"I do.” He affirms, and Ryan’s throat closes up with something warm when a lopsided grin starts to form on Shane’s face, small and hopeful, a gentle flush creeping onto his cheeks. They’re just standing in the office looking at each other, and Shane’s hand lifts up a little as if to reach out, but he catches himself before it makes it into Ryan’s personal space.

“You wanna head back home? I’ll pack the popcorn.” Ryan can’t really breathe, so he just nods and offers Shane a watery smile.

Their fingers brush when Ryan hands Shane a blanket for the couch, the corners of Shane’s eyes are crinkling and Ryan is breathless. He’s been feeling like that a lot tonight, and it seems that life is determined to keep him that way with all the curveballs it’s been chucking at him.

But this time it’s not a bad feeling. Not at all.

He fiddles with his sleeve and watches Shane settle down, making his way around his apartment with a familiarity accumulated over years’ worth of movie nights and beers and popcorn.

It’s still too soon, and he doesn’t think he can do anything about this whole thing he’s got himself into. But he’s got Shane with him, and for once Ryan’s not afraid he’s going to leave.

And maybe, Ryan thinks. Maybe one day he won’t need to hide from his apartment and its empty spaces.

#this took way too long to write #sorry for the wait anon #i was 1.5k in and then my brain was just like fluff??? have some angst instead #but it's hurt/comfort I guess #things are okay at the end #shyan #bliss prompt #how did I twist it into something that i cried to write #i love dying and being dead #alex writes #also I am very proud to have used that 'oh' trope after ryan has that realization #i do love that one very much

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Work Out: Chapter 5

A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! It took me a while to get this out but it’s here. I’ll be on vacation next week and so I’ll be writing just not updating per-say. If you or anyone has experienced a loss of a child or family member, and you want to talk about it my inbox is always open. It’s chapter 5. That means it’s time for another project to be started. I have 4 started already and I am going to pick which one i like best to start typing chapters for. Which will most likely be Chris Evans x Roxie in So Into You. There’s one line in here that I asked to use from my good sis @madamslayyy and it’s in here. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future projects.

Warnings; child death, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), language

Word Count: 5,029 [my village knows this is was gonna be long]

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It was 3 am, dark and eerily quiet. Only the sound of my Sunter oscillating floor fan being on, and Florian’s occasionally snoring, could be heard. He took my offer on staying at my condo, instead of a hotel when he’d come to New York. Missing him from going back and forth from here to Munich, Germany, did some things to me. I never felt like this in a while about someone.

Only thing I could see in the dark from the moon, peaking through the window shades, was my big brown bear with an ‘I Wuv You’ pillow attached to it. Florian has shipped it to me from visiting his family.

He’s done something to brighten up my life, that I didn’t think needed to be brighten up. I couldn’t sleep. I could never sleep around 3 am and there’s a reason for that.

It had been a couple months or so, nearly in March now with the spring weather, and things were starting to look up a bit. That is until the gut wrenching moments with Jake happened. The bad memories came flooding back and the nightmares became worse, and worse. It came at least once or twice a month, but now they’re more frequent.

Around this same time I’d have the same recurring nightmare: me losing my baby girl at just 16 weeks. I let the dream play out this time. Normally I’d wake up in different scenes.

I was at work with a client and my phone rang to a news flash. Typical news about politics, and crazy folks. At the time time Jake and I weren’t on speaking terms due to his infidelity. I went home that day, around noon, to an infuriated Jake.

“Where the hell have you been?!” He yelled in my face,’I could smell the alcohol on his breath. This wasn’t the first time I say him this frustrated.

This time it was his job at a restaurant; he got fired, again. He always blames me for his misfortunes when I’ve been holding him up. I’ve been there for him time and time again.

“At work. Where else would a 3 ½ month pregnant lady be? I have bills to pay Jacob, and a baby to feed soon.” Apparently he didn’t like the hint of attitude in my voice, because the next thing I knew I was being thrown against a wall with force.

The wind was knocked out of me; my throat was sore from screaming and he was in my face.

“You know where you need to be at all times. You are MINE, and no one else’s.”

“We’re separated remember? Or did you forget?! Hey out of my face and out of my house now.” I pushed passed him, on my way upstairs, till I felt an even more powerful force push me down. I had landed on my stomach, the pain was too much to bear.

I froze in place, crying and praying to the heavens, hoping that my little Angelique would be alright.

“Geneva? Oh my god, please come on baby.” Jake was frantic, picking me up and taking me to the car. Making our way to the hospital I was in too much shock to love around.

Several hours later of being in the room, the doctor gave em the final verdict. It was too much damage to be done for my baby. I was stunned. Too traumatized to even move. The doctor gave us some time to ourselves, after the procedure was done.

Jake reaches out to touch my hand and I draw back from him.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” I seethed through my teeth, not even glancing in his general direction. I could tell he grew impatient with me, by the way he yanked my head to face him.

“If you weren’t so disobedient, we’d have a baby soon. But you just had to defy me and get hurt. I thought you loved me, Geneva.”

“I do. But you make- you’re blaming this on me? You’re blaming the death of our baby on me?!” My anger surfaced as my parents walked through the door.

Jake was faster than they were, because he tried to choke me. His grip was too tight, my nails dig deep in his arms. Deep enough to draw blood. My dad was pulling him off, with my mother in tow. My vision grew dark, I couldn’t move again. All I could hear were my parents screaming for the doctors to come help. The nightmare ended.

I woke up screaming in the dark, causing Florian to wake up abruptly and be on the lookout. I felt bad for waking him up but I’m glad he did.

“Geneva? Is everything ok?” He held me close to his chest, as I cried in heavy sobs. I finally let the dream play out. I explained to him what my dream was, his rage about my ex increased ten fold.

Pulling me close to his chest even more, he mumbled something in German as she rocked me back and forth. He couldn’t fathom how any may would I ever lay his hands on a woman like that. Pregnant or not. He know his own mother would be livid if he went that route.

“I vow to this very day, he won’t come near you. I know you gave me the green light to rough him up, and I did, but I need full control Genevieve. I need to you give me full control, my love.” The sincerity in his voice was calming. It was as if he was sent from the gods to protect me. As he caressed my cheek, I kissed his hand on instinct, holding on to his hand.

Looking into his soft green eyes, the moonlight shining through the windowed curtains, making them glow with love. Upon resting my head on his, he snaked his arms around my waist.

“You made a promise to keep me safe and I believe you. So without question, I give you full control, Florian. Full, control.” Whispering against his lips, he smiled at me genuinely and held me close. He fell back against the fluffy pillows, taking me along with him. The still calmness made it easier for me to fall asleep next to him.

I think I’ll keep him a little while longer.

-The Next Day-

“Ain’t no way in hell! You can’t do that!”

“The hell I can’t. House rules cuzzo, house rules. Now draw your 4 and the color is red.”

“You ain’t right.”

Game night has been a tradition in my family for generations. To keep it alive, I had the crew come by my half finished apartment, along with the typical game night food. First game of the night was Uno. Not just any old game of Uno, it was Uno Flip. It brought out the worst in people but it was all in fun.

“Now she taught me this game last night, simply because it’s new, and even I knew she’d say ‘house rules.’ ” Florian was invited as well, why wouldn’t I invite the guy that I heard beat up my ex?

“You trained him well, sis. I like him.” Nefertiti, Winston’s girlfriend of 3 years, was always the insightful one of the group. She was always busy with her stylist job, but when she has time she comes back home and chill.

“Yeah but you still can’t do that. Cheater.” Mike mumbled under his breath, which earned him a smack upside his head by Johari.

My dog Dragon, my reddish-brown Pomsky, was asleep in his kennel in the laundry room. He loved it when Florian came over to visit, because he had someone big and strong to play with. He clearly loved the fact that I had someone too.

The vibes were perfect for a night in with no responsibilities. I was already out of the game so watching was always my forte. Joahri was looking at Florian and I, as I was snuggled into his side as he played the card game.

“So what are y’all exactly? Cause y’all for sure as hell, ain't friendship with benefits. Y’all emotions are too attached.” The question threw me off, because I started choking on my Seagram's Jamaican Me Crazy wine cooler. Johari was never one to hold back, and that’s what Mike loved about her.

Florian couldn’t help but chuckle and rub my back a little to calm me down.

“Uh well. We’ve just been hanging out lately. Enjoying each other’s company.” I looked to Florian to help.

“We like hanging out with each other. I enjoy her company and she enjoys mine. Why put a label on things?” He explained a bit further and the look on Jojo’s face was unwavering. She wasn’t falling for it at all. Heating the doorbell ring, we were saved by the bell.

“What he said, labels aren’t needed. Imma get the door.” What did I want? I wanted him but I couldn’t say it yet. Answering the door, Cynthia and John stepped in, along with Destiny and Ryan. Filling the room with more love.

Just by the look on Florian’s face and the tone of his voice from earlier, he seemed to want things to go further that what they were. I couldn’t tell.

Did I want things to go further? I’m still married to the asshole who won’t sign the papers. Maybe it is time for a new outlook on life.

-Florian’s POV-

Did I want Geneva to be mine? Did I want her to feel safe; secured, loved and wanted? Did I want her away from Jake anyway? Yes I did.

I didn’t want her to feel unwanted anymore. I can’t stand seeing her hurt anymore either. With all the stories I’ve heard about Jake, and how he’s mistreated her. I just knew I had to make things right for her.

While she was distracted with the girls in the kitchen, I had to ask the guys for some help with a very creative strategy.

“Guys, I need your help with something.” I was nervous to say the least. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and I think it’s time I make my feelings known.

“What’s up? You need help asking Geneva to be your girl?” Mike went straight to the point.

“Oh you tryin to ask our sis to be your girl? This outta be good.” Ryan chuckled gently, glancing around the room real quick.

“Well since we’re playing games tonight, got anything in mind?” Winston asked curiously. I had never met Winston fully, just in brief passing with Mike at parties.

“How about scrabble? We each form a word for me ask, I’ll take the last word.” Letting the guys know my plan, they all were in agreement and helped set up the board.

The guys gathered the game up and set it up. I had a necklace in my hoodie pocket I was gonna give her tonight anyway. Now was the best time.

“What y’all up to?” Once I heard that angelic voice I had to move fast, giving every team their pieces.

“Just getting ready to play scrabble. We’re doing teams, so little mama come here.” The slight blush on her caused the whole group to chuckle, as I placed her on my lap on the floor.

“Team scrabble? Interesting. Alright I’ll play.”

-Geneva’s POV-

The game went on for about an hour or so. My ass was getting sore from sitting so long, so I had to get up to so I could stretch. Placing a kiss on Florian’s head, I made sure to give him some love.

“Y’all need anything while I’m up?” Making my way to the kitchen, I grabbed the empty plates and cups. Turning up the volume on the speaker a bit.

“A few beers and Seagrams. I’ll come with ya.” Johari got up to help me while the others continued to play the game.

“So what’s up with you and Florian? Foreal sis come on now. No games, no shade.” Leaning against the counter, sighed gently with a smile.

“I like him. We mesh well together and he’s great company. I do kinda wanna date him though, it’s only fair since Jake moves on.” I started biting my lip thinking of all the moments Florian and I have shared over the last few months.

“You should! It’s your time now. Plus he sounds like a keeper.” Johari was glancing back into the game from for some reason.

“Gege! Come on it’s your turn with Florian!”

“Coming! He is. We should get back to the game.” Grabbing the bottles, making our way back to the game, I snuggled back in Florian’s lap. He moved to the couch this time.

For some reason the room was more mellow than normal, and the girls were giddy. What was going on?

“Alright. Mike went; Winston went next, Ryan and John. Now it’s my turn.” Florian explained and kissed my cheek. I was too preoccupied with my phone.

My mom had texted me about graduation, and when it was. I kept forgetting to let the family know about the date and time. Florian took his turn and tapped my thigh to let me know.

“Alright guys we are all out of tiles. I’ll tally up the scores.” Grabbing the notepad and pen, I glanced at the board once or twice. I saw something and I didn’t know if I was reading it right.

The group was minding their own business, till I got their attention by reading everything out loud.

“ ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ How did y’all- oh my god.” I immediately looked at Florian with tearful eyes and the group erupting in cheers.

“Couldn’t think of a better way to ask, with the blessing of your friends of course, and Mike. So Geneva, will you?” Florian’s soft voice pulled me in, as the sounds hushed around us.

All I could focus on was him and him alone. Holding his face in my hands; taking in his after rain scent and resting my forehead on his I knew I was home. With him I was always home.

“Yes. I’ll be your girl, Florian.” Kissing him with everything in me, he held me close to his hard body but he felt soft in my hands.

“Ahem. Y’all we got others games to play.” Mike cleared his throat, before having to pulling us apart.

“Sorry. Oh Geneva, turn around real quick.”

I did as instructed and felt cold metal hit my neck. Glancing down, I noticed my zodiac sign around my neck, shining in the light of the ceiling fan. He clamped it shut and turned me back around.

“Perfect fit. Alright now, let’s play.” Kissing me gently, Florian busted out Jenga.

-3 games and yelling matches later-

It’s an intense game of Jenga going on. It was my turn to go, and I was nervous as hell.

“Ok babe. You got this. Don’t be nervous.” A little encouragement from the new boo, made it even worse.

Pulling the block from middle, watching the tower lean for he left I got nervous and it all came tumbling down.

“In that rubble, lies our relationship.” The mocking hey joking tone of his voice, caused me to smile.

“Ok Kyle.” Patting his cheek gently, I was gifted with a gorgeous smile that he is never afraid to show. The smile that would put the stars on Egypt to shame.

His type of smile though, was like no other. His smile was so bright and happy; full of life and wonder. Like a kid in a candy store, or a kid on Christmas Day. His smile was truly contagious.

John nodded towards Florian, to grab his attention. “Hey Florian can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What’s up?” Draping his arm around my shoulder, drawing me closer.

“Seeing as though Jake fucked up everything for himself, I want you to be one of my groomsmen. I see how well you’ve been treating Geneva and I think you should walk down the aisle with her. You’ve gained a friend in me.” He paused a bit and did the typical bro handshake with him.

“You’ve gained a brother from Ryan and I. Welcome to the group man.”

The look on his face was priceless and full of pure excitement. He couldn’t have been happier to be included.

“I’d be honored John. I’d love to walk with Geneva.” I felt his lips on my forehead, making my body feel all all warm and inviting.

“Game over let’s do something else. Mortal Kombat anyone?” Breaking my concentration wasn’t ever easy, but Florian managed to do so.

“Sure. I’ll play. Not sure how to do so, but I can always learn from a great teacher.” Sending a wink in his direction, I grabbed the other controller for the PS4 and got into position so her could “teach me” how to play.

Everyone else was in their zone, minding their own business, as Florian was giving me the rundown on the game. Little did he know, my two brothers taught me how to play whenever I’d come home on the weekends from college. They prepared me for this moment.

“Ready, draga?”

“Bring it.”

Fifteen minutes into the the game, he was kicking my ass in both matches. Time to kick it into high gear. The gag is, I was just messing with him.

“I’m gonna change my character real quick. If that’s ok with you?” The gentle tone of my voice made that precious smile come back.

He shrugged. “That’s fine with me baby girl.”

Going through the character list, tuning out everything around me, I focused on my strategy. I found the right character.

“Jade. Let’s do this baby.” Pressing start on the controller, I maneuvered in my spot on the couch and started to annihilate Florian in this game.

“What the hell…” he was in shock and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Finish him!” The tv yelled through the Sony speakers, placed around the 75” flat screen.

With a sly smirk, and a burst of energy to leap up to squat on the couch, I caught the attention of our friends and they gathered around.

Michael got too excited, stomping his feet against the hardwood. “She’s gonna beat you bro.”

“Not by a long shot.” Florian gritted through his teeth, maneuvering the buttons on the controller.

“Final kill shot…”

“Nice try babe.” With one final move, Jade had sliced Raiden’s head clean off and stood proud with her staff.

“Fatality!” The room went silent, Florian dropped his controller in defeat and was wide eyed.

“How in the hell? I just taught you 5 min ago?” He looked at me in utter disarray.

I chuckled a bit. “No you didn’t.”

“Uh were you paying attention when I taught you earlier?” He was in straight disbelief and I was living for it.

“I was. But you forgot that I have two brothers that play this on the daily baby. I faked it, unlike other things.” Sending a wink in his direction, I got up to clean the rest of the plates.

As the party died down, our friends left for the night, I was left cleaning and Florian was messing with something in the house.

Next thing I know, I hear some Michael Jackson music and the adrenaline kicked in with me. Grooving to the beat to past the time, I felt his strong hands on my hips.

“Oh so I take it you’re feeling better after getting crushed?”

“You wound me Printesa. You wound me.”

Placing a kiss on his cheek, I moved my hips along with his to the funky beat of Pretty Young Thing. Truth be told he’s the first person I’ve danced with in my house. I never got to do a lot of things with Jake because he’d always be “busy” with work and it affected our relationship a lot.

I cherish the little moments I do get with Florian. When he’s away I find something to do, but it makes it all worth it in the end, when we meet back up in my hometown. The song shifted to a real old song that brought back memories and just felt right.

“Do you remember, when we fell in love. We were so young and innocent then.” He sung in my ear so elegantly, as he swayed with me in solitude and confinement.

I couldn’t help but sing back to him, doing a little spin turn, to have my back pressed against his chest.

“Do you remember, how it all began. It’s just seemed like heaven, so why did it then.”

His strong arms that were wrapped around me just right. I felt safe and secured in his embrace, I never wanted to leave. We continued to sing the song to each other, and gravity took us both towards my bedroom.

There was a glowing light illuminating from my room. The closer I got, the more the room came in visual and it was sight to behold.

It seems that when I was cleaning, he was setting this all up for us the whole time. I felt the tears on the edge of my eyes, one shed as I held my face together. Turning towards him I sniffled.

“Florian. What is all this for?”

He held my hand and guided me towards the grand king sized bed, that took up a good portion of space in the master bedroom. This condo was perfect in every way and I still have yet to call it my own.

“Well seeing as though we just started dating a few hours ago, 6 to be exact, I thought we’d consummate our relationship. By making love to my lady love.” We both looked into the mirror I had installed and just took in each other’s reflections.

He truly listened to me. It was rare to find a good man that listened. I was going to enjoy this by any means necessary. Changing the playlist to smooth jams, I faced him fully.

“You do listen to me. I’m glad you do.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

The music pulled us and guided us like a magnet. I took his black v-neck shirt off first, tracing the hard muscles with my nails with a featherlight touch. Our foreheads were touching, his hands were under the grey racerback I was wearing. My skin was on fire, but I loved every second of it.

Our lips were ghosting one another’s, a teasing game that only could be won by one. He gave in and smashed his lips against mine. Our lips moving in synchronization to the rhythm of our heartbeats, drawing me closer to him.

He broke the kiss for a split second, analyzing the room once again.

“Don’t need us both being poked with electric candles, now do we?” He set all the plastic candles on my dresser, then came back to me.

“No we don’t. But we do need less clothes.” Trying to be sexy, I slipped my tank top off. Only remaining clothing were my shorts; white lace bra and matching undies to hide my heated desire for the man standing in front of me.

I took it upon myself to slide off his basketball shorts, eyeing the man in front of me in all his naked glory.

“No boxers or briefs huh? You were thinking of getting lucky today weren’t you?” Kissing his chest softly, my hands gripped onto his ass tightly, gaining a moan from him.

In a blink of an eye, he yanks the rest of my clothes off, throws them somewhere in the room and made me jump up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, to continue the kiss, he laid us both on the bed.

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever gotten intimate with on this level. Face to face, pure and raw intensity. Just close.” He whispered in my ear hotly, as his fingers dragged along my curves. Making the room seem hotter than it already was.

“So far, you’re doing everything right.” In one hand I held the back of his neck while the other, yanked him by his chain around his neck, back to down to kiss me. His tongue fought for dominance with my own, a shaky moan erupted through my body once again.

The movement of his hips against mine were orgasmic and sensual. His weight on top of me, felt so delicious. I trusted him enough to not use a condom this time versus all the other times. Who knew that kissing could get you off.

“Geneva, do we-”

“No. I trust you. Remember what I told you? I trust you.” Nodding in more confirmation, I brushed my hips another time to get him inside me. I knew for a fact that I was not about to go to work in the morning and I didn’t care.

Smiling up at him, deep into his green-hazel speckled eyes, I saw a man that shown me so much love these past few months. A man who really cares for me deeply; physically, mentally and spiritually.

“Then I guess we can.” He captures my lips with his once again, lacing our fingers together above my head in an exultant feeling all over. My body overheated; I felt him rut against me, as I squeezed his fingers tight.

He broke the kiss to let me know to fully relax. I did so, and felt my velvet walls being stretched deliciously by by his hardened dick. I moaned sharply, arching my back off the black sheets, and dragged my nails up and down his back. We came once again just off of us humping each other.

My legs went back around his hips and constricted him like a python, egging him on even more to go faster. Letting out mini yells of his name along with multiple phrases in Romanian and German. His hands gripped my thighs tight.

“Lil Mama, come here.” He sat back, pulling out of me. I felt an emptiness, craving for him to be back inside me. He pulled me on to his lap, I sunk back down on instinct. I could tell he was chasing his 3 orgasm with me, so this next one was about to be ruthless.

The temperature increased; his hands hot and heavy on my hips, helping me rotate up and down. Forward and back, this time going with the rhythm of the music. I held the back of his head, gripping for dear life, resting my head on his as I went faster.

“Ah ah- fucking shit! Right there. Oh come on daddy.” I whined digging my nails deeper into his shoulder, feeling my 3rd orgasm coming faster. He looked me dead in my eyes and spoke with such dominance.

“Don’t call me daddy unless you trying to make me one.” Once he growled that against my lips, I purred back at him and caught his tongue with my lips, sucking gently. His eyes went big at how frisky the move was. I pushed him on his back, squeezing his dick inside me again and closing my eyes tight at the feeling of him. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes tight at the feeling.

I whispered against his lips, “If you play your cards right, maybe we can talk about kids. But I need a ring first.

“Only way I’d see it happening, baby girl.” One final kiss session, feeling the vibes again with one of my songs playing on my phone. Rolling my hips sinfully, leaning my head back and gripping my hair I gasped sharply.

“I’m so close…”

“I am too. Let go with me baby girl.” He leaned up, kissing my chest, sucking one of my nipples in his mouth and then moved his thumb against my clit. My orgasm erupted before his own.

I moved quick and fast to slide off him and take him in my mouth. He had to get off by the end of the night or I wouldn’t feel good about it. Tasting myself on his dick, made me wet all over again.

“Shit baby- goddamn.” He held the back of my head, I relaxed my jaw and used my tongue to my leverage. I had him whimpering like a little kid, and I loved it. Using one of my hands to get the rest of him in my mouth, I kissed his thighs a bit before going back at it.

He smacked my ass one good time, which made me moan around his throbbing dick. He released down my throat, I swallowed every drop and crawled back up his sweaty body. Kissing him gently, rubbing my nose with his.

“You smacked my ass like you own it.”

“I kinda do, draga. I kinda do.” He smirked at my gasp, as I hit him playfully.

Stretching a bit, I sat up and smiled at him.

“I trust you remember that ok?” I reminded him. He nodded sweetly and pulled me back down onto his chest. Which was heaving up and down a bit.

“Shower or sleep? Or both?” I traced shapes on his chest gently, hiking my leg over his.

“Both. I’ll even switch the sheets out. Plus I owe you in the morning.” Picking me up bridal style towards my master bathroom, I let out a sweet giggle.

“Definitely gonna need that cause I’m not into work tomorrow.” Loving the feel of the bow water on my body and my hair, I helped him wash his hair and he did mine.

After what seemed like hours, we were both dressed: the sheets were changed and the room was cooler. Falling asleep to his voice made it easier and the nightmares were gone.

“I could stay like this forever with you.” Is what I could’ve sworn I heard him say, but I was too deep into my sleep to pay attention. I couldn’t see myself with anyone else.

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Message In A Bottle

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who: Virgin New Adventures - Various Authors

Relationships: The Doctor & Yasmin Khan, Thirteenth Doctor & Graham O'Brien, Thirteenth Doctor & Ryan Sinclair, Thirteenth Doctor & Yasmin Khan, Melanie Bush & Seventh Doctor

Characters: Yasmin Khan, Thirteenth Doctor, The Doctor (Doctor Who), The Doctor's TARDIS, Graham O'Brien, Ryan Sinclair, Melanie Bush

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, POV The Doctor (Doctor Who), Mentioned Past Companions (Doctor Who), Angst, Heavy Angst, Hypervodka (Doctor Who), Thirteenth Doctor Era, Everyone Needs A Hug, Past Character Death

(CW: Alcohol Use)

Summary:

The Doctor gets a bottle with a message from a past friend. The trouble is with as much past as the doctor has, it can all be a bit much

The TARDIS was meandering in the Time Vortex. They had a rough few days of action so they were taking a day in The Vortex where almost nothing could really attack them. She might have told them nothing could hurt them they looked tired.

The Doctor did too, of course, The Doctor did need sleep. Honestly respected sleep, it was a good thing. But it was also a bad time for her, in general life had been going pretty good but when it got quiet, it all got very loud.

Nightmares, she actually had them for her whole life. Afraid of the dark, not to mention never being loved by her family and not being good enough for the Academy, the Time Vortex, the Cloisters and that was just on Gallifrey. Of course, life had not exactly stopped giving her nightmare fuel, Daleks, Cybermen, forced regeneration, human experiments, genocide, war, her friends dying, planets burning, universes collapsing. In other words, she never got a good night’s sleep.

So instead of sleeping, and inviting in the past, she was messing with the console. The TARDIS was making little noises at her, telling her thief her opinion on everything, as she always did.

The Doctor smiled at this, the TARDIS was her best friend. The one thing that had been with her for most of those nightmare-inducing events, always the place she wanted to run to and run with. Her friends were the best of her, every single one of them, but the TARDIS was her home.

The TARDIS stopped its friendly wheezing and a knock sounded on the door. The Doctor felt her eyebrows do the scrunch thing and she pulled up the view screen, it was a bottle, like just a glass bottle how did that work? Now she wanted to know,

“What we think? let it in?” Thirteen said rubbing her hands together.

She didn’t wait for her box to respond, this was weird, she loved weird.

Swirling space filled her view as she plucked the gas bottle in. Inside was an old disk, from a few consoles back, but TARDIS compatible. Not to mention turning it over she saw a wisp of paper reading “Doctor”. So, for her, exciting. Two bits of mail very close together must be getting popular.

The Doctor went to the console and was keenly aware she no longer had the hardware on her counsel, so this was an old message. Now she’d have to go digging.

Wandering the halls she looked for either an old desktop backup or a spare parts room, had plenty of those. Doing so she remembered something, or almost remembered something like it was on the tip of her tongue. The message was old so was being addressed to one of her older faces. But it was still making her head spin and old memories and thoughts come up.

‘Oh you really are thick’ her thoughts supplied, making her mutter “stupid Doctor” at herself and the voice of judgment that always sounded a step out from her.

‘Really can’t remember anything anymore, typical’ her mind supplied.

“Too much in my head.” The Doctor muttered again

“Doctor!” Ryan shouted

The Doctor jumped out of her skin and turned around, all three of her current companions were apparently following her, wondered for how long now.

“Oh hi,” The Doctor said smiling at her companions as best she could.

“What are we looking for?” Graham questioned.

“I have a bottle,” The Doctor said waving it around.

“I can see that,” Ryan said with a shrug.

“So I have to find one of my old console rooms, one with the round things in white.” The Doctor explained and kept walking.

“Doctor, did you happen to drink the contents of the bottle?” Yaz questioned stepping in front of her.

“I’m not drunk” The Doctor defended

“Right, well wandering in circles talking to yourself, being drunk is kind of the best explanation,” Graham replied leaning against the wall.

“I’m trying to find things, help me?.” The Doctor said, more to the TARDIS than anyone else. And of course, now that she had made a fool of herself the door opened.

“Found it,” The Doctor said proudly and spun showing off the console room, from before the eighth body at least.

“Wait this is like the front room yeah?” Yaz said walking to the console.

“Yes, and can be functional again if needed but right now we just need to be able to read an older file format.”

“So the main room is an updated version of this?” Ryan asked.

“Basically, though to be fair most of it is cosmetic, from her getting a feel for us, or just wanting to show off.” The Doctor explained pulling some wires around to get it to play to the view screen.

As she got it out of the bottle, she noted it was not a normal bottle. It could open up big enough to get it out. Cool, never seen this before.

“Message in a bottle” She explained handing the bottle to Yaz who placed it on the ground. The Doctor took the drive, and Graham interrupted.

“That’s like an old school game cartridge.” He laughed.

“Don’t diss it, this is Gallifreyan tech.” The Doctor said putting it and hitting play.

“What tech?”

But Graham got no answer, the screen was filled with an older red-headed woman in a bright pattern dress.

“Hello Doctor,” she said wiping tears from her eyes.

The Doctor stumbled back and the words, “Mel Bush”, tumbled from her lips.

“It’s been such a long time now, or not, guess member a really long time.” Mel laughed, “I really do miss you, even after the last time going a bit pear-shaped. I was angry, you played mind games with me. But I know the man I knew, and I know you’re still him. I hope you have someone with you, keeping you safe, keeping you together. And remember sweets aren’t a meal, not sure what the version of you now is like, I heard you face change again, a few times now I think.

The grapevine seemed to pick up after 2010, not sure why. Heard from a few people who knew an even older you. But that doesn’t matter. I promised you’d I do this, so I am. Because I hope you’re out there turning worlds better, saving lives, changing them. Hope you don’t let it keep making you harder, loosen up and have fun.

Even if the universe can be a cruel and mean place, don’t be a Valeyard or master right? You’re The Doctor." The girl bopped the lens with her finger,

"And be nice if someone’s there with you, for me okay? Make them want to stay.

Oh, I do love you Doctor, goodbye.”

The screen clicked off

Doctor you okay?” Yaz asked placing her hand on The Doctor arm, brown eyes warm with concern.

“Yeah, I think so, you know.” She shrugged.

“Who was that?” Yaz asked,”

“Melanie Bush, she travelled with me way back, thousands of years back.”

“Wow, always forget you’re so old,” Ryan commented, earning him a glare from Graham and Yaz.

“I am so old Ryan, so so old.” The Doctor agreed.

“She seemed very nice.” Yaz gave her a reassuring smile.

“She was, very nice. To me and most people.” The Doctor held in her hands, “I always mess up how do I always mess it up?” she said more to herself than the others.

“What happened Doc? ” Ryan asked, “You know if you want to share.”

“The last time we really saw each other, she told me she never wanted to travel in the TARDIS, because I’d lied to her about what was coming, why I wanted her to leave the first time on the Iceworld. And I got her roped into this mess with prisons, Eternals and creations of consciousness.”

“Oh well, not sure I understood every word of that. But you ended on a bad row, it seems she was okay in the end, forgave you.” Graham asked, “Isn’t the good though, closure and all.”

“She was good, spent a good portion of her life doing charity work. Saved her from some rough Sontarans, wanted revenge, don’t know why they went after aid workers but whatever didn’t have time to figure it out. Just wanted to see her.”

“She fought with you for that?” Yaz asked.

“No, I said the last time we really saw each other. That was when I was dying, wanted my ‘reward’ it was, I was in pain. Wanted to see everyone I’d loved before, I was vain, selfish didn’t want to go.”

“No one wants to die Doc, when I thought I was dying, all I wanted was people I loved,” Graham said.

“Wanting to see your friends isn’t selfish.” Ryan agreed.

“Thanks, guys, it’s just like a ghost talking to me,” The Doctor said walking towards the monitor, “Mistakes and good times. But I guess Mel was dependable, wanted to care about me, she’d keep her promises.”

“Yeah Doc, remember the good stuff.” Graham said, “The best right, keep it with you. What you told us.”

“Of course’ The Doctor turned to them with a smile, “Can you give me a minute though?”

“Sure Doc” Graham nodded.

Yaz came up to her and gave her a hug, The Doctor was a bit startled they hadn’t really become a hugging fam very much.

Yaz gave nodded and followed the boys out.

The Doctor turned to Mel and smiled, she took the cartridge putting it in the discarded bottle and took it in to her room for companion’s things, mausoleum, museum, or whatever it was. Passed the recently replaced Corsair message and walked to Umbrella’s friends. Noticed a place that had one of Mel’s bows and placed it in there. Under Peri, above Ace, she had a rather large drawer for her large life. Ace McShane, what had she made of her?

The Doctor looked up and down and broke. Being good, and kind, and laughing it had been her goal. But right now she didn’t care about being The Doctor she wanted to be old and sad and bitter. And guilty, ashamed, wounded. Just an old battered TIme Lady.

She walked from this room to her counsel room, she started banging on panels till one opened and River’s whisky was there, but she shut it. Not River, not now, and definitely not the Lethbridge Stewarts. That was so much guilt and sadness, to mention the last time people drank it she had been contemplating Time Lord equivalent of suicide. Not going that dark tonight thanks, stuff those thoughts way to the back.

So she wandered to a room that functioned as a liquor cabinet, Bowtie hadn’t liked the stuff, usually going for destroying property and/or putting himself in danger on bad days. But a bottle of hypervodka met her eyes and she smiled. She grabbed to bottles and went to the console room, it had so many ghosts they all blanked each other out, not personal to any of them.

She downed one whole bottle all alone, Time Lords had fast metabolisms and high tolerance. It was all the heart beating and thinking. No thinking, or at least not remembering, not working.

The second one disappeared as fast, maybe it would make her sleep, just at least sleep with nothing in her mind.

Not working, not enough. She thought and poured on more glass but her hand was caught causing her to flail out and saw it was Yaz’s hand.

“This bottle I did empty on my own.” She joked

Yaz did not seem to find her funny.

“What?” The Doctor asked.

No answer Yaz just stared at her with a look of judgment, with her other hand on her hip like a judgmental parent. Why was it Yaz’s business?

” I can drink my own vodka, in my TARDIS, by myself if I feel like it. I’m old enough to be your messiah, I can make my own decisions. So just go. Go away where you won’t get hurt.” The Doctor’s voice hit a tenor that made her age creep into the auditory world. Even if the power was dampened by the slight slur.

And Yaz looked hurt and very sad, she let The Doctor’s hand go her eyes growing wide.

“Doctor, what are talking about?” Yaz asked her hands hit the floor sitting next to The Doctor.

“What are you talking about?” The Doctor mirrored.

“You say your fine and next thing I know you’re trying to drink yourself to death.”

“I’m not as fragile as you, I can handle this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“You could have talked to me, or Ryan, or Graham.”

“You don’t understand.”

“We don’t understand loss?” Ryan snapped from the dark.

“Yes!” The Doctor stood up, “Exactly. When were you one of two people standing in the ruins of the universe, watched hordes of people die in Dalek fire, had your friend turned into a cyberman, and another, and another. When did you walk a woman into the hands of a nutcase who took her ability to have children? Have you sat in a field of blood that you made, known people see you as a monster? Seen a child sacrifice himself for the world! When were your friends torn from you by your own people more than once? Did your children burn with all of your family? Don’t pretend you can ever understand” The Doctor’s tone went from angry, to despair, to just bitterness and scorn.

They all stared at her in that way she hated like she was something otherworldly, but not a magic hero. A vengeful creature.

“Doctor?” Graham said, ton and body neutral.

“Nope, Not The Doctor right now. Not sure who I am, but guess I’m just me. Huh, guess that’s why she’s been using that name.” Tears rolled down her face hot and Then The Doctor collapsed on the floor the world going dark.

_____

She woke up with Yaz sitting next to her.

“How mad are they?” The Doctor said to the ceiling.

“You told them, losing their wife and mother didn’t count as a loss. Then kind of told us you’ve killed people. We’re all a bit miffed.” Yaz said sarcasm dripping.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Doctor I know you were in pain, but you can’t lash out at us. We’re your friends, you said we were your family.”

“I know I did, you are my best friends. I mean that I do. I shouldn’t have said what I did, it was wrong.”

“If you talk to me before it got too big to handle maybe it would be better.”

“Right try that next time.”

“Not to mention you lied. You said that one bottle was nothing but you blacked out.”

“That wasn’t just the drinking, it was that I hadn’t slept in way too long.”

“Why?”

“It’s louder when I sleep?”

“What is?”

“The screaming.”

After resting on Yaz’s orders she found Ryan and Graham using a gaming machine and library book respectively.

“I’m sorry.” The Doctor said, “I’m so, so, sorry.”

“I know that loss can make you act like a jerk Doctor, but you’re the one who says to let it make you a better person,” Graham said.

“Yes, I don’t follow my own advice enough.”

“Like using weapons when you say we can’t?” Ryan asked.

“Rule one, The Doctor lies.” The Doctor muttered to herself.

“That's not a good rule, I prefer don’t wander off,” Ryan said, looking pointedly at the screen.

“It was what my Bowtie face always said, Well more so what River said about me. But I was unfair, and I’m sorry. I know losing your wife hurts Graham, all of mine are dead. One comparatively recently and I know it hurts.”

He nodded she turned to Ryan, “ My people don’t have mothers in exactly the same sense, and the people I call my grannies it’s wasn’t the same as yours. My family weren’t exactly my biggest fans either. I should never have pretended it didn’t matter. I'm so sorry”

He nodded.

“I didn’t lie when I told you I carry them with me. I didn’t say that sometimes it’s too much. And I’ve done things I'm not proud of, but I have to be better than that, I have to try my best to be The Doctor. And I can't let it hurt the people I care about when I fail.”

They both nodded.

“If you want me to take you home I can” She offers pointing her thumb behind her.

“No Doctor, we had one fight.” Ryan said, “that’s not the end of this.”

“Doc, you're stuck with us for a while yet. But I think we should talk more yes?”

The Doctor nodded and turned around. She couldn’t help going to Bill’s room, and Nardole's saying her silent goodbyes again. Turning off the ache and noise was hard, she would just have to hide it better again.

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And Then I Met You

Part 15

What happens when the one you thought you were meant for turns out to be meant for someone else?

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Part 15

Amanda silently finished brushing her hair. She double checked her reflection and turned to make sure she looked her best in the short green, halter top dress. Thomas walked into the bathroom and stood behind her. He cleared his throat as he tried to think of what to say. "Amanda--"

She walked out of the room without even acknowledging him. She went to the large walk-in closet and searched for some heels. He followed her inside, shut the closet door, and folded his arms. She turned to him and glared. "What is it?" She said between clinched teeth.

"Talk to me." He bit out. "You know I didn't want this! Why are you acting like this is my fault?"

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Because you caused this! You give in to every single demand she has. You promised me that tonight was to be for the two of us. Now I am having to go to a party filled with the press and pretend that I think it is the greatest thing ever!" She shoved her feet into her shoes and waited on him to let her out.

Thomas closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew she was right. He had allowed this monster to flourish and even aided her in believing she deserved it. He didn't want to go to the party. If that whole media circus had not been scheduled, he would be having a night with the only person he wanted to be with.

"I'm sorry." He said simply. "You know I don't want to go and do this. With the interviews set up, I have to--"

"I know all this, Thomas! It doesn't mean that I like it. Allow me a chance to be upset. I have a long night ahead of me smiling at everything she says." Amanda took a few steps toward him and sighed. She slipped her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry I keep snapping at you. I am beyond frustrated with this Lauren situation." She pressed a kiss to his lips. "I love you and selfishly wanted you to myself tonight. I am tired of having to share you with her every night."

Thomas swiftly turned them until she was pressed up against the door of the closet. His lips sought hers again. "I love you." He whispered against her skin. "And you do not share me. I am yours completely."

She let out a soft moan when his kiss grew in passion. "We aren't staying long, are we?" She asked as his lips traveled down to the dip of her cleavage.

"We will leave after an hour." He promised. His hands cupped her bottom and held her against his body while his lips dragged another moan from her. He looked at her flushed skin and how her eyes stayed on his lips and knew he had started something he probably shouldn't have.

She lifted her eyes to his and brushed his hair off his forehead. "Couldn't we claim that something unforseen has happened?" Her lips skated over his ear as he moved even closer against her. "Flood? Plague?" She gasped as his hands caressed her body. "Thomas." Her breaths came in short bursts. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the door.

He paused and kissed her lips softly. "I would have already done so if the interviews had not been set up." He opened the door and reluctantly led her out of the closet. She checked her reflection and sighed. It was going to be a long night.

Thomas slipped his hand in hers as they walked up the driveway to Lauren's house. She opened the door and her eyes widened at Amanda being with him. "Oh! I did not expect you to come. I had meant this get together for just those who are working on the picture or had worked with me at some time in the past."

Thomas narrowed his eyes on her. "My wife is the reason the movie is being made. She wrote the screenplay!"

Lauren lowered her voice and chided him. "Thomas, there is no need to shout. Besides, Amanda won't care if you admit that you wrote this."

Thomas shook his head in angry disbelief. "I didn't change one word of what she wrote." He stated emphatically.

Lauren chuckled. "I should have known you would show passion in all things." Her eyes and tone made her words even more suggestive. Before bitter words spilled out, Addison swooped in and saved them. "There you are! I have to ask you something, privately. Excuse us, Lauren." She grabbed Thomas by the arm and Amanda's hand and dragged them into the crowded living room.

Holly's brow was creased with concern as she looked around. She hated being deep within enemy territory. Her relieved smile appeared when she saw Addison with Thomas and Amanda.

"Oh thank goodness. I was afraid I might have to mingle soon." She noticed the couple's tense expressions and knew they were in for a night filled with all things Lauren.

"Here she is." Lauren appeared with a man that Amanda had never seen before. "Victor, this is the lady from Cordonia I was telling you about. Amanda, this is Viktor Montmartre. He has been executive producer for many of my films."

Amanda smiled and shook his hand. His brown eyes lingered on her body before lifting to her face. Thomas wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to his side while his eyes held a warning. "Viktor, I forgot you had yet to meet my wife."

Viktor chuckled. "We were all shocked to hear you not only married, but married the one you brought in to write your screenplay. That's one way to insure talent is readily avaible for your personal use." His eyes lowered again, causing Amanda's skin to crawl. "Of course, I can see that it was no hardship in marrying her."

Before Thomas could set him straight, Lauren let out a laugh. "What am I going to do with you, Viktor?" She checked the time and smiled excitedly. "Thomas, we need to go set up for the interviews." She reached out and linked her arms around his.

Amanda swallowed her jealousy down and smiled brilliantly at them. Before anyone could blink she slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him in a fashion typically done in private.

Addison and Holly were ready to cheer and could not stop their foolish smiles. Amanda whispered something in his ear before parting from him with a suggestive smile. Lauren glared at her and had to repeat Thomas' name three times to snap him out of his daze. His dark eyes remained on his wife while he was dragged to the other side of the room.

Amanda nearly groaned when she realized her little act had caught Viktor's interest. He stepped toward her and offered to get her something to drink. Addison subtly squeezed her hand and imperceptibly shook her head. Amanda smiled sweetly and told him she didn't want anything.

Holly began talking about everything in a hurried manner, hoping to send Viktor away. He ignored her and laid a hand on Amanda's arm. "So, you are from Cordonia?"

Amanda turned toward him while managing to dislodge his grip. "Yes. Have you ever visited?"

His eyes lowered to her chest. "No, but I believe that has been a mistake. I will make it my next vacation destination."

Her friendly smile was strained. She glanced over where Thomas and Lauren sat giving the interviews with Ryan and Chris. Lauren could not stop leaning toward him, touching his arm or hand. He had his eyes on Amanda and was frowning at Viktor remaining at her side.

Addison searched for a hero and smiled when she saw Matt. She motioned with her head to come over when his attention landed on her. He smiled a big smile when he noticed she was trying to get him to come to her. He followed her gaze and saw what was happening. He joined the trio and focused his hard eyes on Viktor.

"Good evening ladies. Viktor." Matt warmly greeted and smoothly stationed himself between them and the man making the three uncomfortable. Addison's smile glowed as she looked up at him. "Have you heard the latest about..." Matt monopolized the conversation and managed to irritate Viktor with being pushed back from his interest.

The well dressed man eased away with a need to greet someone else and ran a hand through his silver hair. He paused beside Amanda and placed his hand low on her back. "I believe we should meet soon and discuss a screenplay I have that could use your paticular touch." His smile flashed as her cheeks turned pink.

Amanda swallowed nervously. "I'm afraid I will be returning to Cordonia for the social season in a few days. With Prince Liam choosing his future queen, I will be required to take part in pre-wedding activities." She forced herself to keep her smile friendly. "Thank you though for the compliment."

His fingers moved down the back of her dress. "I look forward to when you are free for more compliments."

"Get. Your. Hand. Off. Her."

Amanda and Viktor spun around to see Thomas close behind them. Outwardly, he appeared at ease. Inside though, he was preparing to ram his fist into the face of one of the men he suspected and had heard whispers of preying on many newcomers to Hollywood. He was not going to do so to his wife.

The producer slowly smiled and admonished him. "There's that temper of yours with people who touch your things." He turned his sharp eyes back to Amanda before focusing on Thomas. "Pity. We could have worked well together. A little give and take would have been beneficial to all parties." He walked off and joined Lauren as she talked to a few reporters.

Addison and Holly sagged against each other. 'Can we please leave now?" Holly begged.

Matt suggested they all come to his house causing a relieved Addison to hug him. "That sounds like a wonderful idea!" She shared the plan with Chris and Ryan. As they all talked about what to do, Thomas took Amanda's hand and, without a word, slipped out a side door.

They moved quietly through the shadows to their car. They drove home in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about what happened at the party. Both were trying to come to terms with their jealousy. They were snapped out of their thoughts when they parked in the garage. Thomas unlocked the door and stepped back to let her go inside first.

They had forgotten to leave a light on and Amanda reached blindly for a light switch. She heard the door shut and lock. She let out a surprised oh when Thomas embraced her from behind. She relaxed back against him and let out a contented sigh.

His hands moved down to her hips while he softly spoke. "I don't want you having any meetings with Viktor."

Amanda turned her head and pressed a lingering kiss against his neck. "I don't intend to."

His fingers skimmed the bottom of her dress as his lips pressed kisses along her shoulder. His phone began to vibrate in his pocket causing them both to freeze. He pulled it out and frowned when he saw Lauren's name flash across the screen.

Amanda bit her tongue to keep from yelling at him when he hesistated with whether or not he should answer it. "Go ahead. I know how important she is." She muttered sarcastically while pulling out of his arms.

She walked away and hurried upstairs. She quickly changed clothes and stepped out of their room. She let out a yelp when she collided with Thomas.

He grasped her upper arms and yanked her into a mind drugging kiss. His hands slid up to tangle in her hair while hers wrapped around his waist. He eventually lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "I did not nor have any intention to answer her call."

She smiled and kissed him again, tugging him into their bedroom.

The next morning they were awakened by the doorbell ringing continuously followed by constant banging. Thomas got out of bed and pulled his lounge pants and t-shirt on. Amanda followed putting her own things on as they went downstairs.

Holly was fuming as she came inside with a worried Addison and stuck her iPad in his face. Thomas skimmed the article and picture and became livid. Amanda got a look at the picture. It was one from last night. It was captured in such a way where it looked like he and Lauren were leaning close to each other, their eyes intent on one another.

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It then went into detail with Lauren neither confirming nor denying their close relationship. "When you see me on the screen dancing the rather sensual Cordonian Waltz, just know that Thomas insisted I come over to his home to learn it and he volunteered to be my partner." She stated in one part of the interview.

Amanda numbly handed Holly her tablet back. She walked into the living room and sank onto the couch. Her cell phone was ringing upstairs and she simply did not care. With her returning to Cordonia in a few days and facing the notion of being even more closely watched by the press, she wanted to run away. Hide anywhere she could find. Her estate in the Highlands was ideal for such a need. Why did all this have to happen during a social season she couldn't get out of attending?

Addison nervously watched her while Thomas and Holly debated about what to do with Lauren.

"I told you! I told you she would mess everything up in your life. What are you going to do about this? How can you fight it? If you fire her, then it looks like you are doing so to save your marriage and all but confirms that you had an affair. If you keep her then you have to deal with even more of her sh--" She took a deep breath and tried to caIm down.

Amanda put her head in her hands as she thought of some of the nobles and their snide remarks occurring. Sir Frances had warned them about scandal. She shut her eyes against it all. She already struggled with jealousy over the actress, now she had to deal with the pitying glances and words of the world. Why did she have to fall in love with someone famous?

She felt strong arms come around her. She turned into his embrace and breathed in a shaky breath. Thomas softly apologized to her for all of this while he gently rubbed her back. She nodded without a word and stood up.

"I'm going to make some breakfast." Her monotone voice made the other three pause in worry. "Would you care for any?" She asked Holly and Addison. They nodded and she walked into the kitchen.

Her phone was going off every few seconds. Thomas went upstairs and grabbed it. He noticed all the missed calls from Maxwell, Olivia, and even Liam. The text messages were worried and thankfully not believing him capable for falling for Lauren. In fact, it looked like Maxwell and Nadia were his biggest defenders. He brought it downstairs to her. She paused and silently read everything.

"I think I will try and leave this evening for Cordonia." She didn't quite meet his eyes. "There are some things I need to try and take care of before...before I become too busy."

Thomas reached out and placed his hands on her waist. He felt her slightly withdrawal from him and a trickle of dread went down his spine. He held fast to her, firmly stating he was coming with her.

#choices red carpet diaries #choices rcd #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc #thomas x amanda

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Week 4 Pick’em

Look, I know I’m late on the picks this week. I wanted to get them in yesterday, but other things came up and I didn’t get to it. I’m sorry, ok? To make up for it, I have written quite the long pick’em for this week. I’m not entirely sure if I will be able to make them this long every week, but I think I should be able to.

Why would I spend all this time writing the pick’em? Great question. Isn’t there a more productive use of your time? Probably. Will, you’re moving next week, shouldn’t you be packing or something? Are you just spending way more time writing picks as a means to delay the inevitable anxiety you’re going to feel about starting a new job and moving? Do you think this is the healthiest way to deal with that? Psh, you’re not my therapist.

Anyway, here goes

Yerboi vs Brenner? I hardly know’er

This Will vs. Brenner bout, should be promotionally billed as “Chronically Injured and Underperforming” vs “Complete Lineup Ineptitude”. Both teams come into Week 3 at a resounding 0-2, and are looking to get their season on track after some of high profile trades in the first couple weeks of the season.

There are always big expectations when you make a trade in Fantasy Football. Typically speaking, you hope and expect that the players you got are going to outperform whomever you traded away (or at the very least perform somewhat similarly). Unfortunately, that won’t always be the case. Sometimes there are weeks like last week, where JuJu outscored T.Y. Hilton and I am forced to sit there and reflect on how I would have won if I just kept JuJu. Other times, there are weeks like this week, where Brenner ensures he doesn’t have to deal with the emotional trauma of a trade gone awry because he benches the players he traded for. (No there aren’t, this literally never happens)

I pick myself, simply because I don’t think I’ve actually ever seen a team projected to score as few points as Brenner.

Story To Watch: How quickly it will take Drew Brees to score more than the 3 points Brenner got from Tyrod Taylor. My guess is 4 plays.

Tangiphil vs Hewie and the Hashslingers

After a fairly explosive first week of the season, we can all finally exhale — Phil’s team is bad again. Shockingly, his 3-headed Running Back Monster is down a head. Unlike the legend of the Hydra, instead of another head growing in it’s place, Phil decided to chase last week’s bench points and play Nelson Agholor. If you check his bench this week you may notice Joe Mixon outside of the IR slot, Isaiah Crowell’s wasted 18 point TNF total, and another Jets receiver. That’s right folks, it’s week 3 and Phil is already in midseason form.

But enough about Phil. Steve is 2-0 and I expect his win streak to continue this week. In my humble opinion, his team is underprojected with only 98 points, as Big Ben, Melvin Gordon, and Marvin Jones all look poised to be playing catchup in potentially high scoring games. Look for Steve to hopefully rise in the power rankings after squashing Phil.

Story To Watch: He may be the second head of a three two-headed running back monstrosity, but Adrian Peterson is going to look more like Mike Wazowski than James P. Sullivan this week. The Packers offense comes to FedEx Field with an offense that looks like two-day expedited shipping, while the Redskins offense has been looking like the Pony Express. Game script gets away from the ‘Skins and they abandon the run.

Kyle vs Sean

Close to half of this league isn’t from Rockland, so I’m going to use this opportunity to tell a story. To the hometown heroes - some of the overarching details may be incorrect, but I don’t care I have the talking stick. If you want accuracy you can write the damn blog post next week. Anyway, in sixth grade every middle school student has to take World History. The curriculum is geared towards ancient civilizations, and a decent chunk of time is spent on Egypt. As such, every year there was (is?, not sure if they still do it) a grade-wide Egypt project where students had to use their knowledge of Egypt, make something, and showcase it to the class. Think of it like a science fair, but with crappy Egyptian dioramas instead of baking soda volcanoes. Since I was a bright eyed ambitious young man who loved art and mythology, I knew I would do great on this project. I chose the ambitious task of making a sculpture of Horus, the Falcon-headed man prince of the Egyptian pantheon. It wasn’t long before I realized my doodling skills didn’t translate well into making 3D models, but I was in far too deep. I molded the clay as best I could, and then “accidentally” left it in the oven too long so it burned to a crisp and was nearly unidentifiable. Needless to say, I didn’t do very well on that project.

Why am I telling you this? Because look at Sean’s team. Does it look real good on paper? Sure. Does that mean he is likely going to win this week? Probably. But has his overconfidence blinded him into creating a team made of glass with absolutely no depth in a 16-team league? 67%, yes. (Because that is the grade I got on the project.)

Story to Watch: Alex Collins has become the running back equivalent of Hillary Swank. Hot or not? Stay tuned this week and find out…

You Guys Again vs. Johnson Ertz

The moment you’ve all been waiting for is here folks. I…..I can’t believe it’s finally happening. After almost two full years, the day has finally come. Dylan Feldman vs. Dylan Costa are facing off in a fantasy football matchup which I am officially dubbing “The Battle for the Right to be Called Dylan in the Fantasy Football League Group Chat” (and since we love our acronyms here, aka TB4TR2BCDITFFLGC). Two Dylans enter, only one Dylan leaves. This matchup is arguably one of the most important matchups we have ever seen in this league, and has a chance to change the history books forever.

Unfortunately for Dylan Costa, his squad isn’t exactly striking fear into anyone these days. I’ll have to go with Dylan Feldman, but his lineup has more red letters than Hester Prynne after an all weekend slumber party at Arthur Dimmesdale’s Dimmesdale Dimmahome.

Story to Watch: With the return of Aaron “I smoke Marijuana so Bowers thinks I’m a bad person” Jones coming back to Green Bay, Jamaal Williams’ usage should be monitored. As the kids say, he hasn’t been very good over the past two weeks, and Aaron Jones is ready to come in blazing *~!420!~*

Bearkley vs. Watch Me

Imagine my shock when I saw I won the bidding war for Ryan Fitzpatrick. I immediately rushed to find the owners of the Tampa Bay WRs so I could celebrate our good fortune as Fitzmagic showers us all with fantasy points. Now imagine my shock when I saw Samantha has benched Chris Godwin, not only a rookie (we all know my irrational hype with rookies), but a rookie whose name is lit a combination of God and Win. I don’t know about you, but doesn’t it feel like Samantha has renounced God and doesn’t want to win this week’s matchup?

On the flipside, Nico runs our Dungeons and Dragons group, and if the 80s taught me anything it’s don’t feed weird aliens after midnight, and that D&D is for devil worshipping heathens. With any hope of good Christian fun squandered for this matchup, it really is anybody’s game. I want to believe in the underdog, but more favorable matchups lead me to believe that Nico will pull out the W.

Story to Watch: Saquon Barkley caught 2 of 6 targets week 1 against the Jags. That number increased to 14 of 16 targets last week as Eli Manning completely lost interest in holding on to the football for more than 1 second. Is it possible that Saquon receives 28 targets this game as Eli Manning has to look JJ Watt and Jadaveon Clowney in the eyes?

Washington vs. Walshington

I want to take a second here and pour one out for Walsh, who didn’t answer my trade offer or my text message regarding Dalvin Cook and Allen Robinson. Walsh, you took an injury bullet for me and I will forever be grateful. It’s appropriate that I mention taking a bullet, because rumors have it Frank Gore was actually there when the first metal bullet was shot in 1425. Between Gore and Kerryon Johnson, Walsh will be lucky if he gets 14.25 points from his running backs this week.

Andy surprisingly continues to ride or die with Andrew Luck, despite Luck being unable to throw the football more than 15 yards. At this point I assume he is just taunting Arielle with Bortles on his bench, and we have to assume that if Bortles continues putting up 30 point games, eventually Andy might start him. The biggest story on this squad is how Andy managed to get two of the best big play boom or bust WRs with John Brown and Will Fuller, while also having Amari Cooper and Mike Evans. That’s a solid receiving core you got there pal, and I just want you to know I see it and appreciate it.

Story To Watch: C’mon, it’s Philip Lindsay. Every week it’s Philip Lindsay. Everyone loves a hometown hero and I have greatly enjoyed watching this kid ball out.

Bowers v Arielle

I’m high on Dylan Leone Arielle’s team this year. How could you not be? It was drafted by a man who has $45,000 in fantasy football great young woman who has shown her commitment to the league. For whatever reason, ESPN’s site stopped working just as I was going to look at this matchup, so unfortunately I am going to have to give an abridged write up of my pick. I have played these teams back to back so you would assume I know who is on their rosters, but I can’t remember anything other than Russell Wilson and James Conner on Arielle’s team, and Golden Tate and Kirk Cousins on Bowers’.

Based on this limited memory alone, I suppose I am going to pick Bowers in what will likely be another close matchup for the Reikland Reavers

Story to Watch: The story of life as I take this momentary absence from ESPN’s Fantasy Football to reflect on the finer things in the world. Like Yahoo Fantasy Football.

Jason v Harnsowl

ESPN is still not working for me, neither on my phone nor my computer, so I can’t really give much analysis here. However, not much analysis is needed. Unlike his godless sister, Jason is a man of faith. And if George Michaels taught us anything, it’s that you gotta have faith. You gotta have faith, faith, faith. Carson Wentz returns this week and I don’t care whoever Harnsowl is playing, it doesn’t really matter. I mean, as far as the matchup is concerned it might matter, but emotionally speaking, Jason has already won this week.

I can’t be expected to pick a winner in a matchup that already has a winner, so instead I’ll take this time to remind you to spay or neuter your pets. Bob Barker used to do a fantastic job of reminding the American people to do so, and if I am being completely honest I just don’t think Drew Carey delivers the message with the same panache. Like sure, I know Drew still says it at the end of the show, but does he really even believe it? Only Drew can really answer that question, but if I had to guess I would bet $100 $101 Drew. While we’re on the topic, if any of you ever manage to go on Price is Right and you do that thing where you bid one dollar higher than someone else did, you can consider our friendship over. Not only is it the worst strategy ever, it’s also rude as hell to the other contestant. In some cases I’m sure the people legitimately don’t know what to bet after someone else bet around the same thing they did, but for the love of God at least bet like $10 higher so there is some tension in the room.

But yeah, back to football, I pick Jason

Story to Watch: The next episode of Price is Right, Monday September 24th

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First Impressions 7 - New Friends and Old Enemies

I’m writing slowly but I am writing!!!! I’m working two jobs right now so updates will be slow, but still coming.

There brief mentions of domestic violence, past, in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I actually really like Zac Efron but I thought he had the perfect look to be a Wickham character so there we go.

FIC MASTERLIST

FIRST IMPRESSIONS 7

NEW FRIENDS AND OLD ENEMIES

LIZZIE

Colin Ryan being back in town was an unexpected and decidedly unpleasant turn of events. It had been 3 years since she’d last seen him, hightailing it out of town after she’d threatened to expose his true nature. She still shivered in fear when she thought about that last day with him, how she’d finally gathered the courage to leave, the bruises on his ribs a stark reminder of his temper. Oh, he’d slapped her, pulled her hair, screamed in her face, but for the first time she’d felt strong, strong enough to get out. With all the proof she’d gathered there was nothing that he could do except let her go and get out of town.

She’d dealt with the fallout for a year, the gossip and the finger pointing, the bill that Colin’s parents had stuck her with for the wedding, not to mention the constant lamenting of her mother. The only person to ever know what had really happened was Maya, and as far as anyone else was concerned, well it was none of their fucking business.

Though now she knew for a fact that Lydia had known about it all along and after the incident with Colin the day before she was pretty sure that Jack and Tom had cottoned on to it too. She had shrunk, all her strength had gone until the moment Jack had taken her hand. Disgusted with herself and stunned at his thoughtfulness, Lizzie had spent the whole night tossing and turning, unable to quiet her thoughts, even with her medication.

Tiptoeing into the kitchen, she passed Maya and Lydia sound asleep on the couches. For all the issues Lyds had, she was staunchly loyal to her sisters and had been able to make her laugh. Waking her before 9am however merely guaranteed you a slew of obscenities and a bitchy mood for the rest of the day, didn’t matter who you were. Maya, though, woke to the smell of the coffee maker, shuffling into the kitchen quietly.

“How are you doing, Lizzie?”

Lizzie shrugged, taking another sip of her Death Wish under her sister’s disapproving eye.

“I didn’t sleep much.”

“Drinking that crap won’t help. Did you take your meds?”

“Yes, mom, I did.” Lizzie rolled her eyes and kept sipping her coffee.

Maya was definitely the only one, other than her doctor, who knew about that. Lizzie even went so far as to have her prescription filled at the next town over, just so no one could add to the gossip. There was still so much stigma attached to her condition and the cause of it that it was best just to stay quiet.

“I’m sure he won’t be here long.”

“I don’t understand why he’s here at all. His parents moved away, retired to Aspen or some such shit. There’s absolutely no reason for him to be here.”

Maya nodded sympathetically, getting up to raid the fridge.

“Knowing that jerk I’m sure we’ll know sooner rather than later. But we aren’t going to let him get to us, right Liz?”

“Don’t worry about me, Maya. It was a shock seeing him yesterday, but now I know he’s here I can handle it. I won’t let him get to me again.”

“I’ll fucking kick him in the nuts if he ever comes near you again.” Lydia muttered, dragging herself over to the coffee machine.

“Language Lydia!”

“Bite me Maya.”

“Stop it you two.” Lizzie muttered.

After breakfast, which was more pleasant than expected with Lydia full of caffeine, they finished a rough draft of her paper and attempted to talk some sense into her about her wardrobe. As always it was a waste of time, but Lizzie would never stop trying.

They were meeting mary and Kate for lunch at the park, the first time all the sisters had been together since Kate’s birthday party. Mary’s job and the band meant she rarely left the city and kate had been kept fairly cloistered since she entered the convent, only able to communicate through letters. Lizzie missed them both terribly and unashamedly cried when she hugged Kate, looking both like a child and a grown up in her brown habit, her eyes as big and serious as ever.

“You look happy Katie.” Lizzie whispered, not willing to let her sister go.

“I am happy, Lizzie. The convent is so peaceful and we do so much outreach. It’s perfect for me.”

Kate, or Sister Mary Kate as she would soon be known, was the center of attention. From the city Mary was in contact almost daily, especially with Maya who went to class close to where she worked. Seeing her was a happy extension of the texts and calls that were normal. Her girlfriend was a little hesitant at first, but Kate was ecstatic to meet her and quickly erased her fears of being accepted. It was just perfect, sitting on their blankets, eating and talking, just the 6 of them. Any residual ill feeling that Lizzie had about Colin was swept away in the balm of her sisters.

A soccer ball suddenly flew towards them, expertly caught by kate before it could destroy their picnic. Hot on it’s heels was a man, shirtless and so well built that even katie was gawking open mouthed.

“Sorry ladies, it just got away from me.” His perfect white smile spread across his face as he took in each of the girls in turn.

For her part, Lizzie had never seen a more gorgeous man her whole life. He turned that megawatt smile onto her and she couldn’t help but respond in kind, her cheeks flushing as he looked her up and down before holding out his hand.

“Hi, name’s Brad, Grad Wick.”

JACK

Jack couldn’t sleep, he was still wide awake at 2am, his brain refusing to shut off. He tossed and turned, kicking the blankets off then pulling them up again. He warmed milk in the tiny suite microwave and even counted sheep, but nothing worked. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Elizabeth cowering in front of Colin Ryan.

It pissed him off.

If there was one thing he hated it was men who abused women. It didn’t matter which woman, he abhorred it. Had Caro come to him saying she’d been hit he would have felt the same way, despite how much he disliked her. There was no excuse for violence in a relationship and least of all against someone as small as Elizabeth Bennet. He didn’t even want to imagine the extent of the abused, but his mind of course had other ideas. Instead of sleeping he’d been he’d been laying there while increasingly worse scenarios had flashed in his head.

With a 5 am call time he decided there was no use in trying to sleep any longer. He stumbled out to the bathroom, hanging his head under the cold shower spray to try and clear the cobwebs. What the fuck was wrong with him lately? Honestly this shoot couldn’t be over quickly enough in his opinion, he needed to get home, walk the glenns and get his shit together. He was a grown man, successful, in demand and yet this one bloody woman had managed to derail his peace of mind. It didn’t matter how pretty, smart or nice she was, they were from two different worlds. When he left Indiana in November he would never see her again.

The twinge he felt in his chest at that thought was something he was going to ignore.

She’d hugged him though, held his hand.

He tried to tell himself it was just the situation, that she would have done the same with Tom. The part of him that he wanted to shut up disagreed, that traitorous voice was telling him that Elizabeth might actually like him. They were both adults and maybe her prickliness was just a product of her former relationship. He just had to be….less aggressive, more….

“Don be an eejit.” he muttered as he dressed. “The last thing ye need is a fuckin woman complicatin the shite outa things.”

Lizzie wasn’t a roll in the hay type of woman and that’s all he wanted. One and done, no complications, no emotions, no phone calls, no nothing. He’d vowed he’d never let another woman close after Lisa and he needed to keep to that. No distracting redheads. He would be polite and nothing more.

If he ended each day imagining how good she might feel beneath him, or astride him, her hair falling around them both, then so be it. Taking himself in hand was infinitely preferable to the fallout that would come from being intimately involved with a Bennet.

Determined, and his mind made up, Jack was feeling a lot better when he arrived on set. Even Caro had backed off enough that he didn't dread being at work anymore, all he had to do was get through the next six weeks and he’d be home. There were any number of discrete, gorgeous women he could entice to bed if he wanted. By Christmas all this bullshit would be in the past.

“Jack!” Tom was trotting to catch up with him as he left the set for the day. “Do you want to do for a run?”

Jack was pretty sure that Tom’s new love of running was based more on necessity than a desire to exercise. With the lovely Maya no longer sharing his bed every night, the lad needed to run off all that sexual frustration.

And so did he if he was completely honest.

The late September weather was a welcome relief from the sweltering heat of July and August in Indiana and Jack barely broke a sweat as they jogged around the lakefront park. His endorphins had him feeling much better and the physical exercise would certainly ensure a good night’s sleep.

“Hold up mate!” Tom panted, bending over to catch his breath.

“Ye ain’t givin up already are ye lad?”

“Just give me a second old man.” Tom groaned. “Not all of us have your stamina.”

“Hence why ye still have the body of a teenage boy.”

“Shut it Angel Face.”

Jack winced slightly, apparently some fans had likened his unshaven face to something like a cherub and Tom hadn’t let it go since. His aversion to the comparison was a constant source of delight to Tom, who seemed to love nothing more than getting under his skin.

Snarky cunt.

He pushed Tom a little further before taking pity on him and slowing to a walk. The park was full of people, families picnicking and using the playgrounds, couples walking hand in hand. If he felt a twinge of envy, he quickly shoved it down deep. Alone was better, alone was safe.

“Tom! Jack!” Lydia’s loud call couldn’t be ignored and he groaned inwardly as Tom trotted off in the direction of the Bennet sisters.

All five of them were there, but Jack saw only one. Elizabeth sat, leaning on her elbows and laughing at the man who sat with them. He had never seen her smile like that at him, in fact he was pretty sure this was the first time he’d ever seen her really laugh.

His gut twisted.

Tom was already sitting down, an arm around Maya, commenting on Mary’s tattoo. Kate, the novice nun, smiled warmly at him and he moved closer. The memory of Elizabeth’s hand in his bolstered him, even though she was no longer laughing. He raised a hand in greeting, getting a curt nod in response.

“How are ye all doin?” Jack was about to sit down when the breath was knocked out of him in shock.

The man beside Elizabeth turned and Jack felt himself freeze, anger and disgust rolling through him.

What the fuck was that piece of shit doing there?

He looked at Elizabeth who seemed confused, then at Bradley Wick who sat there smirking, daring him to say something.

That would have been a mistake.

Instead he turned, without saying a word, and walked away.

LIZZIE

He really was a rude bastard. She watched as Jack walked away, a stunned looking Tom hot on his heels. Just when she thought there was a slight that she might have misjudged him, he had just merely reinforced her dislike of him.

Arrogant, uptight assclown.

“Nice to see some things never change.” Brad remarked wryly from beside her.

“You know Jack?”

“Shit, I’ve known him since drama school. He was just as big a cock back then.”

Lizzie’s eyes narrowed, something in Jack’s eyes had seemed deeply shocked when he’d seen Brad. there was definitely more to this story.

“Bastard never liked me. Too full of himself to pay attention to lowly nobodies like me.” Brad laughed quietly.

“Seems like there might be some history there.” Lizzie cautiously, curious despite herself.

“You noticed that did you?”

“Kinda hard not to.”

Brad’s handsome face looked sad as he took a deep breath. Lizzie instantly felt sorry for him, having a feeling that what he was about to say hurt him.

“Jack was a year behind me at drama school, we met when we were both going out for a play. He seemed like a great guy, until I got the part instead of him. Then he found out that I’d grown up in an orphanage in Leeds. After that he did everything he could to ruin me. He’s talented, don’t get me wrong, I would have been more than happy to share roles, but no. It escalated in his second year, he was cast as my understudy in a play. It just got worse until eventually he got me fired, he stashed coke in my dressing room. I had a record from when I was a teen so when he told the director, well I was done. I got booted out of school for that too. Jack ended up with an agent and a slew of offers.”

“That’s awful.” Lizzie admitted.

She honestly hadn’t imagined that Jack was that much of a prick.

“I made do.” Brad shrugged. “He was young, insecure, and a lot of people do worse in our line of work.”

“That doesn’t make it right!” Lizzie sputtered. “Was that the last time you had contact?”

“I wish.” Brad murmured, looking at the ground. “I ran into him again last year on set. He didn’t recognize me at first, not for a few weeks. The girl he was with, Lisa, sweet girl. He treated her like shit, I found her crying one day and sat with her, he saw me with her and dragged her off. Next day I saw her getting in the cab to leave, her lip was all busted. I was fired the same day.”

Lizzie felt sick to her stomach, her head spinning. It was worse than she’d ever imagined, she never would have thought that he was violent. A vision of him standing beside her the day before, facing off Colin, came unbidden. The fucking nerve of him! To act like that when he’d done the exact same thing himself!

Her stomach protested for the rest of the afternoon as she fought to engage with her family. Brad had left soon after Jack, apologetic and charming. He’d offered to take her to dinner, something she’d rain-checked. What she wanted to do was to talk to Maya, to try and process what she’d just heard.

After they’d visited their parents and Lizzie had been forced to listen to her mother informing her that she’d run into ‘dear Colin’ at the store, she finally managed to take Maya aside, imparting everything she’d learned from Brad. She’d been as shocked as expected, her eyes wide as Lizzie spoke.

“I always thought he was just prickly.” Maya gasped. “Figured he would warm up eventually.”

“As if, he’s been a dick since the day we met him.”

Maya looked thoughtful as Lizzie paced back and forth in a tizzy.

“I can’t believe the fucking nerve of him. Where does he get off acting like he’s so much better than everyone else? It makes me sick Maya.”

“Maybe Brad was mistaken?”

“I doubt it Maya.” Lizzie snapped. “The guy was practically in tears when he was done. What possible reason could he have to lie?”

“I didn’t say lie, Lizzie, but maybe Jack wasn’t responsible for all his bad luck.”

Lizzie leveled her sister with a hard glare, she really was naive at times.

“You can’t talk him out of this one Mai, you just can’t. He hit his girlfriend!”

“Yeah, I guess you really can’t argue with that. But what about Tom? Why would he be his friend?”

“I’ll bet any amount of money that Tom has no idea. Jack’s an actor, he can make himself into anyone he wants.”

“What do we do?”

“Nothing. He’ll be gone in a few weeks. Just don’t expect me to have anything to do with the asshole. I love Tom to death, but not even for you will I associate with an abuser.

“I understand. I’m just so sorry this happened.”

“I’m not, because now we know the truth of what he is.”

Even Maya couldn’t see the good in him now, and she was the one who liked everyone. By the time Lizzie got back to the apartment she’d apologized several times in text for sticking up for him. It didn’t matter, she thought sourly as she sat in her living room window, she never had to see him again unless she chose to. She was just grateful she’d found out now, instead of after she’d invited him to lunch to say thank you. He didn’t deserve a thank you, he deserved to be outed. Why Brad never had she understood, Lisa was an actress and he’d wanted to spare her the scandal. Besides Jack probably wouldn’t hesitate to ruin them both if the truth was even so much as hinted at. As much as Lizzie wanted everyone to know what a creep he was, she wouldn’t do that to Brad.

“How did everything get so fucked up?” she sighed, realising for the first time how utterly unsatisfied she was with everything.

Her life had been in a holding pattern since she’d called off the wedding and if Brad could overcome what he had then there was nothing to stop her.

It was time to stop being afraid to live.

JACK

Bradley Wick! Just when he thought he’d seen the last of the cunt here he was, as always, just in the shadows of his life. Everywhere he’d stepped in the last decade Wick was there, at least in his mind. The bastard haunted him, the mistake of attempting to be the man’s friend and co-worker was something he lived with everyday.

Seeing him with Elizabeth made his blood boil, it was as if the man knew exactly who would hurt him the most and that’s who he targeted. The only reason he’d walked away was so the ladies didn’t have to witness him pounding Wick into a pulp. That and the assault charge stemming from that would ruin his career. Brad would of course come out smelling like roses, just like he always did.

“Jack, mate. Are you going to tell me what that was about?”

“Nope.” he took a shot of whiskey, weighing up the pros and cons of just drinking from the bottle.

“Seriously man, I’m worried. I’ve not seen you like this before.”

“I’m fine Tom.” another shot. “I have history with Bradley Wick, thas all. None of it good.”

“That’s all I’m going to get?”

“Yup.” If he played his cards right he could be blind drunk before it even got dark.

“I don’t like this Jack. This isn’t like you.”

“Too bad, is me now. Take me or leave me, I donna care.”

Tom just shook his head, disappearing out the door, no doubt to see Maya.

It bothered him.

The fact that he liked Elizabeth Bennet bothered him.

He was jealous of Tom, who could give himself so easily.

The fact that he couldn’t read Lizzie bothered him, her elusiveness both enticing and infuriating.

Bradley Wick suddenly being in town enraged him.

Everything had gone to shit.

Himself included.

He couldn't wait to leave this shithole, not that he had much to look forward to in London, but it was better to miserable in familiar surroundings. As far away as he could get from Elizabeth, Brad, all of them. Callum would knock some sense into him over Christmas he was sure, his little brother never failed to be the logical one. Had he listened to Callum in the first place, the two years he'd wasted with Lisa would never have happened. None of his family had ever really liked her and made no secret of their feelings, Jack had just been too stubborn to listen.

Look where that had landed him.

He didn't have the stomach to finish the whiskey, drinking the night away had gotten old in his early twenties. Losing his head was also most certainly not the way to deal with the situation?

Should he warn the Bennets?

They wouldn't believe him, no one ever did. Wick had this fucking gift of charming his way out of every situation and he already had door in the door. Nothing Jack could say now would hold any sway, plus he would have to admit his own guilt and shame in past events. He wasn't ready for that, for the disappointment and the accusation, he got enough of that from his own mind.

He found himself wandering, the sun dipping below the horizon, the breeze from the lake chilly. Jack told himself he was just going to get dinner at the only good restaurant in town and that it had nothing to do with the place being directly across from Elizabeth's movie theatre apartment.

He kept telling himself that as he sat alone in the window with his food, watching her shadow as she read a book behind the curtains. He watched her lights go out at 8:30, tipped his waitress well and shuffled back to the hotel, ready to fall into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

Hoping to escape from himself for just a little while.

#jack lowden x reader #jack lowden #jack lowden blurb #jack lowden fanfiction #jack lowden fic #pride and prejudice au

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hurricanestormygirl-blog · 6 years

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One. more. Time.

It seems that all i ever do is run. It seems surprising to people when they ask me what i do and i smile and say “good question” because if we are being honest i have no clue myself. And yet they ask, is every town, everywhere i've been, they always ask that question.

It seems silly to me, all there asking, i tell them i'll be gone in a little bit, but they try to befriend me anyway. I guess that is the way of people. People always frustrate me, i guess that's why i mostly keep to myself.

I walk down the road of this wooded town i am in, i veer off the path to my camp. The outdoors have always been my friend. I look up at the sky to see the streaks of orange and red disappear to reveal a dark canvas with pinpricks of light seeping through. I see a few bats fly over me, fruit bats i think. I see the two moons of this planet, and know it is time to leave, i have already been here too long. They will come looking for me so now i run.

I walk over to Silver, my horse, and see that she is ready to, i smile and ride off into the night not glancing behind me.

It's not that i care about what i'm leaving behind, more of that i'm afraid of what is to come, that often makes me stay longer than i should. But i never stay longer than a week.

If i was to, i might find a reason to stay. And i can't stay.

I stop and look at the stone to my right. It seems to have writing on it. Seo an áit naofa go ach an dul fiú... Seas san áit mícheart agus... Bí fainiciúil de na dethe... Ná i anseo ina n-aonar... Bí... unsess…. Ná riamh…. It read. It was very confusing, as bits and pieces had been washed away. “Here is the sacred place that only the worthy go... Stand in the wrong place and... Be wary of the gods... Do not... in here alone... Be... unsess... Do not ever… strange” i said to no one in particular. “ you can read it?” a small voice asked. I looked down to discover a rather small girl, had to be about five. “Yes i can” i said looking down at her. “ are you going to go in?” she asked. “I don't know, do you think i should” i asked “ no “ she said “ not alone anyway” “ well i'm not alone, you're here aren't you.” i said smiling softly to her. She grinned back “ i suppose” she said. “ well if we are going to go on an adventure together than i should probably introduce myself” i said, dismounting. “ yes you should, then shall i.” she agreed. “ well me first. My name is Gelasius, it means laughter. But you can call me Gel.” i said looking at her. “Are you funny” she asked. “ not especially.” i replied. “ what is your beasts name?” she asked. “ sorry, what?” “ your beast” she repeated pointing at Silver. “ oh, my horse, her name is Silver.” “why?” “never actually put any thought to that.” “oh, well my names Beatriz but you can call me Bea.” “well very nice to meet you bea.” “you as well gel.”

“Should we go in” i muttered “yeah” Bea grabbed my hand and held it tightly as we moved to the cave entrance. I looked around at the cave walls, they had pictures and sayings all over. Bea walked over and touched a picture of a bunny, it's soft looking light brown hair seemed to shine in the darkness. Bea touched it and gasped as we seemed to be in the field with the bunny. I could see Bea’s dark hair glint in the soft sunlight. Bea sat in the soft grass in awe. The girl had probably never been out of the woods, never seen this much sun. she ran around in the grass, i watched, smiling softly. I looked behind me and saw the cave entrance, so that must be the way back, don't matter now, we would have to go back eventually, but not now. I heard a sound from the cave, my horse! I had forgotten Silver. “Bea, we have to go” Bea pouted “why “ she said. “Silver might be in trouble” she nodded and we walk to the cave.

Silver was alright, but we saw what was troubling her, there was a group of about a dozen men. I looked at Bea, she gave a small wave to them, “Hi” she said. The men looked a lot like her, i recognized some of them, they brought back bad memories… now i know who they are… oh no. “my lords” i said and bowed. If i was here i was in trouble. “ Gelasius, nice to see you” the oldest Ryan, said. The second oldest Brenden just laughed and stepped toward me. “When you came last you were told never to return, isn't that right Gel” he said. I nodded slightly in his direction. Erin, god bless him, put his hand on Brenden's shoulder to hold him back. I smiled softly in his direction, “come on” Connor said. Walking off into the woods, Phoenix and Jamal following close behind. It was silly how all of them sort of fit there name. As a past time when i'm not running from my past, and the things i can't have, i look up names and their meanings… from Earth of course… CanTia people (my planet) doesn't put meanings to their names like earth people do. For instance Kameron has a crooked nose, or Ryan is the king, and Harm runs this kingdom's army. Kenzie and Aubree take up the rear. There names don't make as much seance as Kenzie is so tan, and i don't know of any elves around here… but still beautiful names. Morgan and Mauricio open the gates in front of us. “We should kill him” i hear Brenden mutter, “calm down Bren” ryan

responds giving him a look Brenden grumbles giving me a death glare. I follow them inside making sure not to look Brenden in the eye, i breathed slowly not looking at anyone. I hear a clunk, a screen. Feel something painful oh

‘I can't stay here’ i think looking around wildly getting out of the soft bed. The blankets seem to weigh me down, like they're asking me not to leave. Wait bed. How in the world did that happen! I was just walking in. i look out the window. The stars glint back at me. Did they do something to me? I don't know how, did i just block it out? Well this is confusing… my thoughts trail off as daylight breaks. This courtyard is not the one i was in earlier today. Well yesterday technically. I walk out of the room as the strong light glints through the window.

“Hello” i call out as i make my way to the kitchen, there is no one there, i check the rest of the house, there is no one any where. I go outside to see if i can see where i could be. I hear the crunch of snow under my feet. I could have sworn it was summer. What is happening?

To say Erin was mad would be an understatement. Erin was furious. Brenden knew he had get out of here. The axe fell out of his hand as he backed away from Erin. “ how could you!!!” Erin screamed. Crying, Bea went over and hugged him. Brenden didn't want to kill him… ok that was i lie… Bren totally wanted to kill him. But Gel should have known not to come back. It didn't matter now though, right? What's done is done. Silver winnied from the courtyard, like she knew something was wrong. ‘Gel should have never come, Gel, why did he have to die.’ Erin thought. Gel did the unspeakable the last time he was here, the first one to do something like that for the longest time… no one knows quite what he did, but no one questioned it. No one even thought to question it it wasn't as if anyone could do anything about it it's just the way things were no one went anywhere they weren't supposed to know no one did anything they weren't supposed to do except for gel he did everything he could, to keep him away from the truth, impossible, so was it really worth it, is it really worth it to resist? He got the truth, that’s what counts right? That he helped millions of people, even if he did die in the end… who knew that one lousy packet of paper, revealing that really there was someone playing god, that there was a reason that there were people starving on the streets, too bad the word never got to spread as much as he hoped it would.

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White Houses Chapter 2 (Jalaska)- Dottie

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long, it didn’t want to be written. But here it is and I hope you enjoy it!!!! Also a huge thanks to Marble for betaing! You can follow me at my blog here!(And because I forgot the summary in the last chapter here it is)

Summary: Going off to college is hard, Alaska finds this out quickly. Luckily she has her childhood best friend and a few new ones to lean on. As long as she doesn’t fuck it up by falling for one of them.

It is nearing three in the morning, Alaska has her first class of the semester in a few hours, and she’s nervous. It’s Musical Theater and she seriously thinks that she should have thought it through a little more before signing up for an eight A.M. class.

Alaska stares at her reflection in the mirror of the dingy dorm bathroom. Her blonde hair is up in a messy bun, and the bags under her eyes are considerably prominent, it also doesn’t help that she has been crying. She’s only been at school for a week and she already misses her mom, and Aaron’s already made fun of her for it, but she doesn’t expect anything less from him. He’s her best friend and her biggest supporter, and she knows she would be completely lost without him.

The door busts open, interrupting her pity party, and in walks a blurry eyed boy with frizzy red hair. She freezes, not knowing what to do, and certainly not expecting anyone to be awake at this hour. She had also completely forgotten that the dorms and bathrooms were all coed. The boy grumbles at her in acknowledgement and shuffles past her, heading into one of the stalls. She blinks and debates on whether or not she should leave. She should. She doesn’t want things to be awkward when he comes back out, but at the same time he’s pretty cute. Before she has the time to make that decision, the toilet flushes and the redhead shuffles back out. He catches her eyes and flashes her a tired smile, a really cute smile too, he looks so soft and warm. She forces herself to look away so he won’t catch her staring.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

She looks back at him and gives him a tight lip smile while nodding her head. It seems to be enough for him because he grumbles an ‘okay, goodnight’ and leaves. She stares after him, and eventually makes the executive decision to go to bed as well.

She sneaks back into her room quietly, not wanting to wake up her roommate, Courtney. She kicks off her slippers and glides into bed. It doesn’t take her too long to fall asleep, but it feels like only two minutes later she’s being woken up by her alarm. When she looks at her phone, she sees that two minutes has actually been a couple of hours. She groans, wanting nothing more than to stay in her bed, but it’s the first day of classes and she’s more excited than she allows herself to believe. She crawls out of bed and drags herself into the shower.

She doesn’t take too long in the shower, but when she steps out, the mirror is fogged over and the air feels thick and damp. She struggles to put her clothes on, they cling to her because of the mix of humidity and dampness of her skin.

“It’s too early for this,” she thinks with a groan. She eventually gets her jeans and t shirt on so she can leave the tiny excuse of a shower stall.

When she gets back to her room Courtney is sitting at her desk, fully dressed, and applying lip gloss. She stops when she sees Alaska and smiles at her brightly.

“Good morning, Alaska!” she greets a little too cheerfully for seven A.M. Alaska flashes a smile back at her, hanging the towel that wasn’t in her hair on the back of their door.

“You have class at eight, right?” Courtney asks, leaning back and checking her face in the tiny light up mirror adorning her desk.

“Yeah, why?” Alaska responds, taking the towel out of her damp hair.

“Willam and I were going to go grab breakfast or coffee before class, did you want to come with?” Courtney asks, her full attention now on Alaska while the taller girl brushes out her hair.

“Sure, I’m always up for coffee,” Alaska says, and Courtney lets out a small cheer.

“I’ll text Willam and let her know, Aaron can come too if he wants.” Courtney offers, but Alaska rolls her eyes at the suggestion.

“He’s useless before twelve, he didn’t schedule any classes before eleven so he’s probably still sleeping.” Alaska says with a fond smirk, Courtney smiles at the image.

“You two are really cute together, are you sure you aren’t more than friends?” Courtney asks, a teasing tone lacing her voice.

“Yes! Fine, okay! You caught us!” She paused with a heavy sigh, “We’re two star crossed lovers, destined to be together, but fate keeps driving us apart!” Alaska exclaims dramatically, throwing her face into her hands and letting out loud sobs. Courtney giggles at her antics.

“But in all seriousness- no, Aaron’s the closest thing I have to a brother. We dated for a second in middle school, but that was a mistake,” Alaska explains before turning on the blow dryer. Courtney waits until she’s done before she starts asking more questions.

“I thought you had two brothers? And and older sister?” Courtney inquires, resting her elbow on the back of her chair and placing her head in her hand.

“Yeah, but Ryan is so much younger than me, we never had a very close relationship, and Cory and I never really got along. But Brooke is amazing.” Alaska says with a shrug and a small smile.

Courtney nods in understanding, she opens her mouth to say something but her phone buzzes, distracting her. “Willam’s on her way up,” she says. Alaska glances in the mirror, and deems herself ready with only her eyebrows and mascara done. It’s too early for any more effort and the bags under her eyes aren’t too prominent.

A few minutes later there’s a knock on their door and Courtney swings it open to reveal Willam, a tiny blonde with a personality twice her size. Alaska had met her the day she had moved into the dorms, she was helping Courtney put her things away. And by helping, she was lying on Courtney’s bed, flipping through a fashion magazine and throwing in her commentary every couple minutes. She was nice enough and Alaska was just excited to actually move in. Willam took an instant liking to Alaska though, which Courtney said was rare, so she basked in it the week leading up to today.

Courtney greets Willam with a peck on the lips and a large smile. Alaska grins at the pair, a hint of jealousy nagging at her in the the back of her head. She wants that, a Willam to her Courtney, okay maybe not a Willam per say, but someone to be affectionate with that wasn’t Aaron. Someone to hold hands with, make out with, go out on cute dates with, and to hold her and cuddle with her. But it’s hard finding someone to do all that with, especially because she’s transgender. She can’t just go out and find some random guy on the street, men are scary and there have been too many hate crimes towards trans women, for that to be anywhere near safe. Alaska knows the statistics of sexual assaults towards trans women, and she knows how likely it is that it could happen to her if she just went out with anyone.

“You ready to go Lasky?” Courtney asks, bringing Alaska out of her thoughts. She nods, grabbing her keycard and her bag full of binders and notebooks and following them out into the hall. Willam and Courtney talk the entire walk down to the dining area, while Alaska trails closely behind. She isn’t paying close attention to her surroundings, which is probably why she runs straight into someone, knocking all of their things to the ground.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Alaska gushes out, turning around to try and help pick everything up. She quickly recognizes the person as the guy from the bathroom last night and blushes deeply.

“Alaska you clutz!” Willam yells with a laugh from where her and Courtney have stopped walking a little ways down the hall. The redhead smiles warmly at Alaska as he bends down to start picking up his stuff. Alaska immediately goes to help him.

“I am a total clutz, and I did not see you I’m so-” she starts rambling, reaching for random papers before she’s cut off by the redhead.

“Hey, it’s okay! Don’t worry about it, accidents happen,” He says with a giggle, Alaska’s heart speeds up at the adorable sound, a grin finding its way to her face. “I’m Jerick,” he says as they move to their feet, having picked everything up.

“I’m Alaska,” she says. She notices that he’s a few inches shorter than her, but he has the cutest smile Alaska has ever seen, and the prettiest brown eyes.

“Alaska quit flirting, and let’s go! You can suck his dick later!” Willam calls out, Alaska blushes again and Jerick’s smile fades.

“I have to go, but it was nice meeting you, and sorry again!” Alaska says, walking backwards towards Willam and Courtney.

“Nice meeting you, as well, Alaska!” Jerick replies, and Alaska smiles and turns around to face a smug looking Willam and an embarrassed looking Courtney. She pushes past Willam and power walks away as fast as she can. Luckily, her legs are longer than the other two’s, so they have to run to catch up with her. Serves them right. Cunts. She has never been so embarrassed in her life.

“Laska, slow down!” Courtney calls out after her. Alaska stops and crossed her arms, pouting.

“I can’t believe you fucking said that,” Alaska says to Willam, “did you see how uncomfortable he looked?” Willam just shrugs.

“He’s probably into it. You’re hot.” Alaska blinks at her, expressionless. “I’d fuck you.” Alaska glances at Courtney who just rolls her eyes fondly.

“I have higher standards.” Alaska responds, Courtney screams out a laugh.

“Oh bitch! Oh bitch!” Willam laughs, they’ve gained the attention from the majority of the students in their vicinity, which isn’t a lot with it being only seven thirty in the morning.

Alaska cracks a smile; they’re obnoxious and loud, but Alaska thinks that they’re going to get along fairly well. At least, she hopes so..

When she finally gets to the auditorium where her class is held, Alaska is underwhelmed by the amount of people there are. She knows it’s early but she was still expecting more than fifteen students. She finds an empty seat and waits for class to start. She pulls out a notebook, flipping it open to the first page and starts to sketch until class starts. She doesn’t look up when she feels someone sitting next to her, but she nearly jumps out of her skin when they start talking to her.

“What’re you drawing?” She snaps her head up, and of fucking course, it’s Jerick. She glances down at the page,

“Uh, just some dress designs,” she responds, Jerick leans over and inspects the page. Alaska is suddenly extremely self aware, she doesn’t know what to do with her hands, and she doesn’t know if she’s breathing too loudly, did she put on perfume? No, she forgot, fuck. Jerick is smiling down at the page, closely inspecting it.

“It’s really good, Alaska. Are you a Fashion Design Major?” Jerick asks, looking back up at Alaska.

“No, I’m a Theatre Major. What about you?” she asks, she wants to know everything about him, which she knows is crazy because they legit only met in the early hours of this morning. Why is she so attracted to him? He’s very flamboyant, his hair is a frizzy mess, he has acrylic nails, but yet, all of that is endearing.

“I’m Theatre as well,” Jerick says with an infectious smile. Alaska smiles back, unable to stop it from forming. She doesn’t know what to say back, but luckily the professor calls for attention, and starts going over the syllabus so Alaska doesn’t have to respond.

She tries to pay attention to the professor, but with Jerick sitting next to her she’s completely distracted, and it’s frustrating. Alaska doesn’t like to assume anyone’s sexual or gender identity, but she’s fairly certain that he’s gay, so it probably wouldn’t work out anyways, and he would probably never like her like that. Which is fine, she can admire from afar until she’s over it. Which she sincerely hopes happens soon, because she really doesn’t want to deal with this, and they just met, she shouldn’t be this attracted to him this soon. But of course she is, because why wouldn’t she be? He’s exactly her type. Warm brown eyes, a dazzling smile, a nice personality- at least that’s what she’s gathered from their limited interactions. Maybe she’s just crazy.

The class continues in a similar fashion for another half hour, when they finally get through the syllabus. Alaska packs up her stuff, quickly and efficiently. Jerick had already left, saying a quick goodbye to Alaska. She’s disappointed, but she doesn’t expect him to wait for her, because well, they hardly know each other and they aren’t even friends. She sighs, zipping her bag closed and slinging it over her shoulder. She pulls her phone out of her pocket, noticing that it’s only nine, and her next class isn’t for another hour. She sends a quick text of ‘you awake?’ to Aaron before making her way to the coffee stand a floor down. She’s shocked when she gets a quick reply of ‘no’ from him, expecting him to still be asleep. Alaska tells him to meet her for coffee and she already knows he will, even though he responds with another ‘no’.

She only has to wait ten minutes before the messy haired blonde shows up. He glares at her from behind his glasses, there’s still a little bit of eyeliner smudged under his eyes from sleep, and he’s wearing the most ridiculous neon pink, fuzzy slippers that are extremely out of character for him, but Alaska was the one who got them for him so he deals with it.

“Good morning sunshine!” Alaska greets, a smirk gracing her features.

“Fuck off.” He says, brushing past her and going straight up to the barista. He throws his meal card at the poor, dumbfounded girl and says “Coffee. Black. Now.” Alaska rolls her eyes fondly. She apologizes to the barista, whose name tag reads ‘Adore’, before ordering her own drink.

When they get their drinks, they sit at a small table in the corner of the small room, Aaron’s drink is already half finished and a there’s grimace fixed onto his face.

“What’s with the face?” Alaska asks.

“I hate black coffee.” Aaron says, pouting at the drink as if it could magically change into a sweeter, possibly alcoholic, concoction. “I hate coffee.”

“Then why’d you order it?” Alaska asks, laughing at her dumb ass of a best friend.

“It’s Satan’s ass crack o’clock in the morning, Lasky. And I forgot the alcohol in my dorm.” Aaron continues to pout, and Alaska ignores him, moving the conversation along.

“When’s your first class?” Alaska asks, taking a sip from her coffee.

“Eleven thirty.” He’s still pouting, and Alaska’s still ignoring it.

“What class is it?” She asks.

“Fucking statistics,” he says, somehow pouting even more. “Then I have public speaking, and that’s going to be bullshit.” Aaron continues on in a rant, and Alaska half pays attention to him. She wonders if she should bring up Jerick, or if she should just ignore it. It’s just a silly little crush, it could be absolutely nothing, and it’s way too early to be naming their kids. But she really wants to talk about him, and make out with him. Jerick, not Aarron.

“Alaska,” Aaron says in disbelief, Alaska looks up, blinking slowly. Aaron’s face was one of disapproval and judgement. “I love when you ignore me. Okay, what’s wrong, or who is he?”

“Why do you just assu-” Alaska starts.

“Who is he?” Aaron cuts her off, he knows Alaska better than he knows himself. She only ever spaces out when he’s talking if she’s upset about something, or she can’t stop thinking about someone.

Alaska opens her mouth to protest, but Aaron raises an eyebrow, and Alaska sighs, “his name’s Jerick, and it’s probably nothing.”

“Okay,” He gestures for her to continue, “when did you meet him?”

“Technically, officially, this morning, but we ran into each other in the bathroom last night, or well, I was in there when he came in.” Alaska says, sitting up straighter, Aaron nods. “ And then I literally ran into him this morning and knocked over all of his stuff-”

“Clutz,” Aaron comments with a smirk, Alaska glares at him but continues to tell her story, telling him about Willam’s comments, and how he /still/ sat next to her in class.

“He’s just…really cute. And perfect.” She finishes.

“Alaska, you just met him.” Aaron says incredulously.

“I knooow, but he’s so cute an-”

“Alaska,” Aaron cuts her off, “you’ve known him for less than twelve hours. This is ridiculous, even for you.” Alaska pouts, but Aaron’s having none of it. “I know it’s hard, but ignore it, and befriend him. Get to know him. He’s probably not as perfect as you think.”

“He is.” Alaska tries to defend him and herself.

“What’s his major?” He asks, Alaska brightens up, because she knew this.

“Theatre,” She says with a triumphant smile.

“What’s his last name?” Alaska’s smile falters. Shit. “Favorite color? Favorite book? Does he play video games? Does he have the patience of a saint, to be able to deal with you? Does he even identify as a he?” Alaska opens and closes her mouth a couple of times trying to find something to say to that. Aaron sighs and grabs Alaska’s hand over the table.

“Lasky, you’re my best friend and I want you to be happy, but you have to stop attaching yourself to people you barely know, it’s only going to end up hurting you, and I’m not about to let anyone hurt my best fucking friend, my sister.” He says, and it’s the most sincere Alaska’s heard him say in a while.

“You’re going to regret calling me your sister if we end up falling madly in love and getting married,” she says, laughing when Aaron’s face falls from sincerity, to annoyed.

“You’re the absolute fucking worst. I’m going to get my fucking vodka so I can deal with you like an adult,” he says, getting up and storming away, leaving Alaska a laughing mess at the table.

Aaron was right though, she realizes when she sobers up. She needs to put her big girl panties on and stop attaching herself to helpless civilians, especially really cute ones. She’s going to get to know Jerick, and they’re going to be friends. If friendship turns into something more, then Alaska won’t complain. For once.

#alaska thunderfuck #sharon needles #jinkx monsoon #courtney act #willam belli #jalaska #witney #trans!alaska #transgender character #white houses #dottie #rpdr fanfiction #trans character #m/f au #submission

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putaloadintrucks · 7 years

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Rolling Coal Mill

“Tony shut up”

“Listen Ryan, I am just saying. You could save a few minutes if you did”

“What point of shutting up do you not get? My yard, my rules”

Rolling Coal Lumber mill was a little piece of heaven, or a slice of hell depending on who you asked. While there was no mistaking the importance of the small little lumber mill to the surrounding businesses and homes, it did have the reputation of being run by a hard ass of a boss, a Kenworth named Ryan. The Truck had been running the yard for nearly fifteen of his nearly fourty years on the planet and his reputation was well backed up. You either did it his way, or you were fired. No questions asked.

That was not to say Ryan was a bad truck, far from it. To the workers that had worked there and had properly followed his rules, and did what he asked, He could be a very nice boss. To the trucks that had been smartasses in his yard, he could be straight up the devil himself when it came to be. To some he looked the part too, as the years in the mill had not been kind to Ryan’s body. His once shiny Black and silver paint had dulled, sometimes chipped off in place and rust was evident all over his chrome and stacks. He also had numerous dents and scratches across his body from accidents and just the action of moving heavy loads around the valley.

As a result of Ryan’s more violent tendencies when it came with slacking off at his yard, Truck turnovers where very high. A truck usually never lasted more than three months before calling it quits, and the ones who stayed on Ryan’s good side lasted barely longer, usually deciding to move to other yards with more work when given the chance. The longest lasting one so far was the Truck Ryan was currently talking to, a Peterbilt named Tony who currently was sitting on nearly a year at the yard so far.

Tony was a younger model Bright blue Peterbilt, having only been on his own for 3 years now. He had come into the yard looking for work, and with Ryan being short tired at the time with his last working leaving, was hired on the spot. When Tony worked, he could be an excellent worker, that reason being why he was still employed with Ryan. Unfortunately, Tony was something off a hot head who thought sometimes he knew better than the veteran.

Currently he was in the process of annoying Ryan, again.

“Come on man, we have tons of straps just lying around, through it over the load and tye it down. By the time you get back, the kid will be back from the shop with a new one” whined Tony, talking about a strap that had broken on one of the trailers that held down the logs onto it.

“What fucking part of hell no do you not understand. Those aren’t spares ya dingus, those are corroded pieces of metal that barely count towards anything but scrap. I will not and shall not put the lives of others at risk on the roads because your dumbass wanted to save a few minutes” Ryan growled as Tony huffed, mumbling softly as he slowly rubbed a tire along the ground. “Tony” started Ryan, His violet eyes digging into the brown eyes of the truck in front of him, “You have to understand this. This is not just about money. If this load shifts going around a corner, and one of those scrap ties you wanna call a strap gives way, not only is it gonna spill onto the highway, costing ME money to go get and put back onto the trailer, you also run the risk of those spilt logs slamming into other cars on the highway. I will NOT have one of MY loads be responsible for anyone’s death, you got it? Time can be made up, lives can’t. The minute you can understand that and stop trying to cut corners, the moment you will be a better truck for it. Got it?”

“Yes sir, I get it” mumbled Tony softly, whiltering under the gaze of the older Truck, who gave a growl before turning his attention to the only road in and out of the yard.

“We are gonna wait for that Delivery boy to come out here. Only one who was willing to brave the road over here apparently. “Ryan grumbled, Tony snickering besides him.

“Maybe cause the road is a deathtrap? I swear I think I am gonna fall into those ditches along the side, and the bridge is one small quake away from falling into the water” Tony quipped, earning a grumble from the older truck.

“The road is fine, seriously, Cars can stop getting their filters in a bunch and actually do some work, than maybe they wouldn’t be useless slouches. I travel that road nearly every day and I have never had a problem on it” muttered Ryan, a cackle of laughter escaping from Tony at him.

“That’s because you’re old” he cackled, uttering a growl from the Kenworth.

“I swear to Chrysler Tony, one of these days I’m gonna push you off a cliff” he growled as Tony continued to snicker.

“Sure you will old man. Sure you will. So did you hear about what happened to the boys at the station? Nasty shit with that outta state cop and that demon thing” quipped Tony, Ryan simply groaning as he looked at the truck.

“Everyone’s heard it boy, It’s all over the damn paper. Can’t stop to get fuel without cars commenting on it” he groaned, Tony chuckling as his antenna patted the older vehicle.

“There There old man, I know socializing must hurt ya” he cackled, earning a tire smack to a fender as Ryan growled.

“Don’t patronize me boy. I swear, this valley should mind its own business sometimes. What happened happened, and I don’t need to hear about it a month fucking later. Its like when they fucking thought Vic had sex with that outta state cop, would not shut the fuck up about it and it grew annoying really quick. Anyone with have a brand new it was false, Vic ain’t that type of Truck, let alone not that type of cop. But noo, everyone mouthed it around like it was the truth” he growled, earning an eye role from Tony.

“Well of course it was false, didn’t mean it was any less funny seeing the gossip queens at the station mouth off. It was even funnier when the Cop got revenge on that other cop who was spreading it around as well. I saw one of the videos, was some really kinky shit” chuckled Tony, earning a humph from Ryan as he diverted his attention back to the road.

“Whatever youngling, just keep your eyes peeled for the delivery boy, Little guys a speed demon when he comes down this road.” Ryan stated, earning a chuckle from Tony.

“Sure old man, whatever ya say. What truck we waiting for?” asked Tony, Ryan giving a small chuckle as Tony tilted in puzzlement.

“Oh not a truck” he started to say as music started to come from the direction of the road, the sounds of an engine mixed with the electro sing music that was steadily growing louder and louder with Each second. Both trucks looked at the road now, Ryan with a smirk on his bumper while Tony had the look of puzzlement on his. The music grew blistering loud now as Ryan turned to the younger truck, “ It’s a van” he cackled as the Van speed around the corner of the road, the music blaring as it bounced along the divots and dives of the close road before thundering it the yard. The sound of dirt being kicked up as it applied its brakes, The Astro eeping as he locked up and slide into the yard further, knocking over cans and barrels as it skidded to a stop, mere feet from the front of Ryan, who smirked. The van shook its hood, looking up and eeping louder as it noticed how close it was to the Semi, blushing softly as he quickly backed up, throwing a salute up with his antenna up at Ryan.

“I have the goods sir” he said, grinning from mirror to mirror as his antenna pointed up to a large box attached to his roof rack, sitting snuggly in place. Ryan chuckled as Tony looked at the Van, blinking rapidly and close and opening his mouth as he struggled to find words to say.

“Good job Cade, always can count on you out here in the boonies” Ryan said with a smirk as His antenna reached down, undoing the straps from the package.

“Anytime Captain!. I love the roads out here, so much fun to bounce along” giggled Cade as he tiled his body, allowing the package to roll over his roof bars and onto the ground with a Thud. Ryan chuckled softly.

“ Well I appreciate it. Why don’t you go to the café and get a drink or two, Tell the waitress to put it on my tab” he smirked as the Van beamed.

“YES SIR!” He giggled, saluting the Semi once more before turning around and zooming back up the road, His music crackling back to life as the little van speed around the bend, throwing up a cloud of dust and dirt in his wake. Ryan softly chuckled, watching the youngster speed away from them at a fast rate of speed.

“Kids gonna hurt himself one of these days with how fast he moves along the roads here” he quipped as he tilted towards his companion, who was still starring at the bend, his mouth opening and closing rapidly still. Ryan sighed, rolling his eyes as his slammed a tire into Tony’s side, snapping the youngster outta his daze. “Stop imitating a fish and get to work securing the strap, we have loads to deliver” he stated, Tony blinking at him.

“ Why was that van lifted, and how does a Van move so fucking quick” he asked, Ryan sighing as his antenna rubbed along his closed eyes.

“Boy, that Kid has more balls than vehicles twice his age. Stop asking such stupid questions alright. I am not gonna question how or why, I am just thankful that someone like him is willing to help us workers in the boonies out here. He goes around delivering packages to people out here who need them and his is damn good at it. So why don’t you imitate him and get back to fucking work before I make you” growled Ryan as Tony sputtered.

“But-But sir. I delivered the last three!” he whined, yelping as a tire smacked into his fender as Ryan gave a low growl, his engine rumbling angrily.

“ Its gonna be another three if you don’t get to work, The faster you can safely secure the strap over the load, the quicker you can go to break. NOW FUCKING MOVE IT!” Yelled the Kenworth. The Peterbilt giving a yelp as he quickly moved to grab the package, driving quickly to the awaiting trailer.

“Fucking kid” muttered Ryan as he yawned, turning around and back to his office to check for any more loads that where gonna be needed delivered soon. The sun was getting low and he hoped there wouldn’t be any last minute delivers needed.

He really hated those.

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Embracing the Apocalypse, Part 20: Morphine Dream

Holy hell! 20 chapters already! It's been a blast and a half so far, guys. Thank you all for reading this, and for your wonderful comments. They mean a lot!

Summary: The healing process begins for Rebecca while she and Negan decide how they’ll find her attackers. And what to do with them once they do.

Word Count: 3,252

Content Warnings (or selling points?): Smut, Negan, Negan being Negan, language, violence, and hospitals.

Part 1: The Tale of Thelma Facefuck

Part 2: What’s Up, Doc?

Part 3: A Successful Job Interview Begins with a Firm Handshake and Ends with a Salty Surprise

Part 4: A Crack in Everything

Part 5: Sorting Duty Sucks

Part 6: A Faint Whiff of Bullshit in the Air

Part 7: Turn and Face the Strange

Part 8: Poor Life Choices

Part 9: In Which Negan is a Total Jerk

Part 10: No Plan

Part 11: Negan Settles Rebecca’s Hash

Part 12: I know Where That Hand Has Been, Negan

Part 13: Gimme Danger

Part 14: The Loneliest Hours of the Morning

Part 15: Well, Fuck You Too, Kitty!

Part 16: That Escalated Quickly

Part 17: Well Fuck Me Gently with a Chainsaw

Part 18: Shards of Glass

Part 19: Donkey Heaven

Part 20: Morphine Dream

Part 21: Promises to Keep

Tag List Roll Call: @opheliadawnwalker3 @negans-network @unicorn-blood-splatter @lucifers-trash-stash @thedeadwalks @ali-pennell @negans--dirty--girl @dusty-cookie @grab-my-boner @mirraal @warriorqueen @sweetsweetpeach (psst! can you see these tags? they’ve been fucky lately!)

Read on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8807527/chapters/22413512

Part 20: Morphine Dream

Rebecca settled back into the pillows of the hospital bed with a deep sigh. Her head pounded dully and her eyes felt as though they were pulsing in their sockets with every beat of her heart. Each time she inhaled , her almost-certainly-broken ribs screamed in protest. Meanwhile, her mouth tasted like she had licked the floor of one of the building’s long-neglected shower stalls. In short: she felt shitty. Really shitty.

Groaning, she turned her face toward the room’s door and caught sight of her reflection in a tall, metal tray placed beside her bed which held a glass of water for her to sip. Although the curves of the metal contorted her face into a fun-house caricature, it was clear that she had been well and truly fucked up. Both eyes were blackened while deep purple and blue bruises marred the right side of her face, from forehead to chin. Her lip was split open, while several other cuts and scrapes completed the horrific picture.

She glared at the sorry state of her visage, her blood boiling in her veins. Rebecca thought of herself as a peaceful, easygoing person. But she could be viscous when she needed to be. Now, as she viewed the damage inflicted upon her, she knew that she couldn’t let this go. Nor did she think Negan would let it go.

Ryan had told her all of the stories about Negan’s “reign of terror” prior to his imprisonment in Alexandria. At the time, she had been disturbed by these tales of mutilation and murder, but had given him a chance in the end as it was apparent that he had changed somehow. Now, as she lay in bed gazing at her injuries, she hoped that he still had some of that brutality left in him, and pondered all of the punishments they could inflict upon those who had done this to her. Thoughts of torture warmed the coldness of her heart as she lay in the sterile infirmary, gazing at her ruined face.

She had never taken a living human’s life before, and the thought of doing so soured her stomach. Yet, she saw no other way to regain control of the Sanctuary. Ryan had been right, in the end: There were indeed people here who hated Negan enough to harm him, as well as anyone who appeared sympathetic to him. Ignoring this tension and turning the other cheek hadn’t worked. Perhaps brazen brutality would get his detractors back in line.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door’s lock turning as Krouse entered the room, “I brought you some pain killers,” he began quietly,”You must be starting to feel your injuries now, huh?” his eyes were sympathetic and soft against the harsh, sterile room.

“Yeah, it fucking sucks. My ribs hurt like the bitchiest bitch ever,” she said with a weak smile.

“Uh yeah. I imagine they do,” he held out a small paper cup containing an orange pill, “This should help with that a bit. Might make you feel fuzzy though.”

“My head’s already fuzzy as shit. Doubt a pill will make it much worse,” she grumbled, taking the cup from his hands, “That is to say, gimme the good shit, please! The less I remember about the healing process, the better!”

She grimaced, reaching for the cup of water beside her before Krouse grabbed it and handed it to her, “Sorry about that! I should have handed this to you before the pill!”

Rebecca shrugged and raised the cup with the pill to her lips. Her hand hovered in the air and her eyes locked on his, “This isn’t poison is it?”

“Huh? No! What?” Krouse looked utterly horrified.

“I’m only mostly joking! Having someone attempt to beat you to death tends to make you a little paranoid. Don’t take it personally.”

“Sorry,” he said, his face falling a little, “That’s understandable. It’s morphine, if that makes a difference.”

“Ah. Ok. So only quasi-poison,” she said before dumping the pill into her mouth, chasing it with a mouthful of water, and swallowing.

“Just get some rest, and I’ll be back in a while to check in,” he said, turning toward the door. He took two steps before turning back to ask, “By the way, where did Negan go?”

“He stepped out to get me breakfast in bed. Real stand-up guy, that Negan, huh?”

“Uh, yeah. He’s pretty nice…” Krouse trailed off.

Laughter vibrated through Rebecca’s body for a moment before blinding pain stabbed her in the side, causing her to stop, “Ow! Fuck! Laughing sucks,” she said before adding, “Negan’s not a nice guy. He’s actually kind of an asshole…but he’s an asshole who brings me food and makes sure I get the good pills when I get hurt, so I guess he’s my asshole now.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, not literally my asshole. I have one of those already…Wow! I am talking a lot of stupid shit right now, and the morphine hasn’t even kicked in yet. Maybe they did fuck up my brain.”

“Is this not normal for you?” Krouse asked, raising a concerned eyebrow.

“Well, I usually just think this kind of stuff. It doesn’t always come out of my mouth,” she replied thoughtfully.

“I think you’ll be fine,” Krouse laughed as he resumed his walk toward the door, “You probably just got all of the fucks you had left to give beaten out of you.”

“Heh. Yeah, that’s one way to look at the situation.”

“See you in a while. Rest up!”

Rebecca reclined her head against the cool pillow behind her and let her eyes drift closed. Visions of torturous revenge danced in her head as her body eventually began to tingle with the morphine’s warmth. Sound and vision faded into a deep haze that wasn’t quite sleep.

What might have been minutes or days later, the clanging of metal on tile caused Rebecca to jolt violently out of her daze. The sudden influx of light into her swollen eyes made her squint while her head instantly began to throb with pain, though she noted that the sensation had lessened significantly since taking the morphine. Turning her head toward the door of the room, she grinned at the sight before her.

“Shit! Fuck! Sorry!” Negan hurridly set a tray of food down on a nearby bed before scrambling to pick up the metal side table he had knocked over on his way toward the place where Rebecca lay. His back was to her and he was crouched over with his butt in the air; Rebecca took a moment to enjoy the view before giggling at him.

“Hey! Did you know…that you have an incredibly tiny butt, sir?”

Negan finished setting the table back into its original position and turned back to her, “What?”

“Your butt. It’s so small. It’s nice, but it’s all tiny and stuff,” Rebecca’s head swam from the effects of the drug. A groggy warmth continued to spread throughout her body, chemically massaging all of her aches and pains, and she allowed the dopy grin to remain on her lips.

“You’re high as fuck right now, aren’t you?” he said, setting the tray of food on the side table nearest her bed.

“Yes, sir, I think I am!” she said before another burst of giggles left her mouth, “This is fucking great!”

“It’s fucking amusing as shit is what it is. But don’t get too used to it. I don’t want you hooked on that stuff.”

“Nah! I’ll be fine,” she said dismissively, “What’d you bring me? Presents?”

“Food. Today’s meal is toast and instant oatmeal.”

“That sounds lovely. Gimme!” she reached her hands toward him in a grabbing motion.

“Hang the fuck on, impatient!” Negan said, sliding the table over her bed so she could reach the items on top.

“Oooh! Is that orange drink?”

“Only the finest fucking powdered orange-like liquid substances for my lady,” he said, throwing a wink in her direction.

“Sir! You flatter me!” she cried before beginning to shovel the pasty oatmeal into her mouth. Swallowing she added, “Have the cooks in our kitchen never heard of cinnamon or brown sugar? This is terrible.”

“I know! I really need to get some new staff in there…” he said, sitting in the stool that was still placed next to her bed, “I take it Krouse was by to see you?”

“Yup!” she replied, her mouth half-filled with glue-like, bland oatmeal, “He’s takin’ good care of me.”

“Fucking great,” Negan said before picking up a slice of toast and taking a bite.

“Hey! That was mine! You should’ve got your own,” Rebecca pouted.

“Oh my god! Seriously?”

“Nah. Not seriously. I’m just giving you a hard time.”

“So, now that you’re nice and doped up and suggestible, I’m gonna tell you how this is going to play out.”

“I’m listening,” she replied before taking a sip of the orange drink.

“Good. Tomorrow, when Krouse gives you the all clear, you’re coming to stay with me in my room. Do not try to fight me on this one.”

Rebecca raised her hands in a gesture meant to imply that she wasn’t willing to fight at the moment.

“Fucking fantastic. That’s what I like to see: a good, compliant lady.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes, “Don’t get your hopes up there. I’m just too tired to fight right now.”

“Fine. Whatever works,” he murmured before continuing, “So, you’ll stay with me where I can protect you. We’ll have guards stationed all of the time, and they’ll be people I’ve picked myself. People I can trust.”

“Makes sense.”

“While you’re healing up, we’re going to play detective. We’ll spend all of the time we have trying to figure out who did this to you and-“

Rebecca cut him off with one word before he could finish his thought, “Julie.”

“Excuse me?”

“It was Julie,” she noticed the doubting expression on Negan’s face and continued with her explanation, “I mean, she wasn’t there. She didn’t do the ass-kicking herself, of course. God forbid she break a fucking nail or something. It was two older dudes who did it. I’m sure I can point those fuckers out when the time comes. But she had something to do with it.”

“What makes you say that, Fuckface?”

“Because one of the men said something just before I passed out. It was the last thing I can remember.”

“What’d he fucking say?” Negan’s eyes narrowed into slits.

“He said: ‘Julie sends her regards.�� And then everything went black.”

Negan sighed heavily, his shoulders deflating a little bit, “Fucking fuck!”

***

The next twenty-four hours of Rebecca’s life were spent drifting in and out of uneasy, yet dreamless sleep brought on by the morphine Krouse, who came in to check on her ever few hours, provided to her. Each time she regained consciousness, she immediately turned her head to the right, expecting to find Negan’s stool empty; each time she was proven wrong by the hulking man who sat steadfast by her side the entire time.

The only point that she awoke to find the seat empty was during what her wrist watch told her were the wee hours of the morning, and that was only because Negan happened to be snoring lightly in the hospital bed beside her with his boots and leather jacket still on. A soft, genuine smile touched her features and she let her eyes drift closed once again, content that he would still be there the next time they opened.

Large, warm hands shook her awake sometime later. Her eyelids felt heavy with the weight of the drugs in her system, and it was a struggle to keep them open.

“Hmmmm?” she inquired, groggily peering up at Negan from her pillow.

“Hey, druggie!” he flashed his almost unnaturally straight, white teeth at her, “Welcome back to the land of the living. Krouse is here for your last check-up for a while. He thinks we can move your sexy ass up to my room after this one, isn’t that right, Doc?”

“Erm. Yes,” stammered the doctor, who was turning red at Negan’s words, “I wouldn’t use those exact terms, but he’s right. You’re awake and seem to be doing ok, so we can probably let you go back to more comfortable accommodations while you heal.”

“’Bout fucking time too,” muttered Negan, “My back is killing me from sitting on that stool all day. No fucking back support.”

“I caught you sleeping last night! Had your boots on the bed and everything. Someone’s gotta clean those sheets now,” Rebecca slurred, pointing her finger up at Negan, “J’accuse!”

“What?” Krouse looked genuinely confused, “I think we might need to lower your morphine dose…”

“Awe…” Rebecca pouted, relaxing into her pillows, “But drugs are cool…”

“Ok, let’s get you up to my bedroom before you weird Krouse out any more than you already have,” Negan chided, “Can you walk?”

“Uhhh…Lemme see!” she cried before dramatically tossing off the blankets that covered her body to reveal the still-dirty shorts and tank top she had been wearing when she was attacked.

She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet not quite touching the floor beneath her. Her body slid forward and off the bed into an unsteady standing position with her hands still holding onto the edge of the bed behind her for support.

“Careful. Go slowly,” Krouse advised.

Rebecca took a step forward, and allowed Negan to place an arm around her waist as he led her toward the room’s door, “Gonna make it, Fuckface?”

“Yeah…yeah…I’m ok, I think. My head’s just all swirly right now…”

“Rebecca,” Krouse began, “I’ll be up to check on you tomorrow. I take it you’ll be in Negan’s room?”

The woman hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowing briefly, before she responded, “Yeah. Ok. Sounds like a plan. Negan’s room it is.”

“Great. Let’s go!” Negan said, continuing their journey out of the infirmary.

He led them to his section of the building by using less-traveled routes in order to keep them both out of sight as much as possible. This added a few minutes to their trip, and by the time they had climbed the final staircase, Rebecca was feeling completely drained of life. Wavering on her feet for a moment, she jutted out an arm to brace herself against Negan just long enough to stop her vision from fading.

“Rebecca? You ok?” he asked in a concerned voice, using her real name for a change.

“Feeling woozy,” she mumbled, her voice thick in her throat. Without a word, Negan bent down long enough to scoop herself into his arms, “Ow! Ribs! Pain! Bad!” she cried, her eyes widening.

“Sorry, but you looked like you were about to fucking drop, baby,” he continued walking toward his room’s door at the end of the hallway, but stopped for a moment to shift her weight a bit, “Jesus, you’re heavier than you look.”

“Fuck you! I’m compact!”

“Yeah, I always knew you were dense,” he said before emitting one of his boisterous laughs.

“You’re just so funny,” she said dryly, relaxing into his arms bit by bit.

As they reached the door Negan gently placed Rebecca’s feet back on the tiled floor for a moment as he fumbled for his key. Once it had turned in the lock, he pushed the door open and picked the woman up again with a grunt.

“Gotta carry you over the threshold and shit. Like a gentleman.”

“Let’s not get carried away now. I don’t see any ring on my finger. This arrangement is purely for safety.”

“Uh huh. Sure. Whatever you say, Fuckface,” he smirked down at her, finally placing her on top of the sheets of his massive King sized bed. Walking to the other side of the bed, he jumped up onto its surface and lay beside Rebecca, propping his head up with his hand as he gazed down at her.

Rebecca sighed contentedly, “That being said, I could get used to this. Nice, big, comfy bed. Nice, big, sexy man to share it with. What’s not to like?” she asked, turning her head slightly toward him and letting her eyes drift up and down his body before bringing a hand down to grab his crotch and massage it gently.

“Fuck! You are high as balls, sweetheart! You always this horny when you’re wasted?” he chucked before leaning forward to kiss her forehead and remove her hand from him, “We’d better wait until you’re feeling better to do anything too fun. Besides, I think it might be time to get you out of those clothes and into a bathtub. Fucking Krouse didn’t even clean you up, aside from disinfecting the cuts and stuff…” he gently grazed her cheek with his thumb, just beside one of said abrasions. His eyes became cold as he inspected her injuries again.

“That sounds splendid. Were it not for our lack of running water and my lack of clothing, I would totally take you up on that,” her eyes gleamed at him, still glassy from the drugs.

“Excuse me for just a moment,” he said, turning away and jumping to his feet. Rebecca was impressed at how quick he could be for such a large man. He strode to the door and whipped it open before poking his head into the hallway, “Hey! You!” he shouted to what Rebecca presumed was one of his trusty guards, “Boil some water. Like, a big fucking pot. Maybe three big pots. And hurry your ass!” Closing the door, he turned back to her, grinning from ear to ear.

“That sounded ominous. Gonna boil me alive?” Rebecca asked.

“Fuck no! Wanna see something cool?”

“Fuck yes, I do!” she replied, propping herself up on her elbows to follow him as he moved toward a smaller door in the corner of the bedroom. Pulling it open he stood aside and gestured as if to say “voila”.

“Oh joy! A darkened room!” Rebecca cried in feigned wonder.

“For fuck’s sake…" Negan mumbled annoyed, before turning to rifle through the top drawer of a dresser until he found what he was looking for: a flashlight. Flicking it on, he pointed the wide beam into the room and Rebecca finally caught of glimpse of what he was making such a fuss over.

A claw foot bathtub stood against the far wall, in plain view of anyone standing in the doorway as long as the lights were on. Since the Sanctuary only had limited hours of power, the room was as dark as any windowless closet until Negan illuminated it with the beam. The white porcelain gleamed in the light and Rebecca sucked in a breath, now legitimately impressed.

“Is that a fucking bathtub?”

“It most certainly fucking is!”

“Holy shit! This is turning into a great day for me. Bathtubs… big beds… breakfast in bed…Alliteration.”

Negan chuckled at her again, “You stay here and take a nap while the water gets ready. I’m gonna get some candles going so you can see what you’re doing in there.”

Rebecca lay back down, “You gonna wash my hair for me?” she mumbled dreamily.

“We’ll see. If you’re good.”

“Good? I’m the fucking best,” she said, her eye dropping closed, “Wake me when it’s ready, ok?”

“Well, I’m not gonna drop you in asleep, Fuckface.”

“Better not…” she said before finally fading out.

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