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prettyboybarzal · 4 years

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Dancing with Our Hands Tied

Pairing: Pierre Luc Dubois x Reader

A/N: this is a multi-part fic for PLD!!! we all simped over him for a hot minute and i decided to capitalize on it because i mean......... look at him. so, enjoy a little enemies to lovers trope w/ one of my favorite frenchmen. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! and thank you to @bandgirlsclub for all the help w/ my lil writers block. love u bb. she elevated my dialogue so much. if you don’t follow her, please go follow her now. and then enjoy chapter one!

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Masterlist // Next Chapter

Pierre didn’t like you because you didn’t like him and no one disliked Pierre Luc Dubois, especially in the city of Columbus. He was a legend. He was the star player, the future of the Blue Jackets. Everyone loved him, except you, so he hated you.

The feud started during his rookie season. He marched into the city of Columbus with his shoulders squared, his head held high, and his ego the size of Nationwide Arena itself. On his very first night out with your friend group, he’d gotten you kicked from a club after starting a fight and then poured his entire drink down your back as you waited for Ubers on the curb.

Out of frustration, you ended up foregoing the car to walk home, despite the protests that came from the other boys. And Pierre laughed as you walked away, amused by the liquid stain on the back of your favorite going out shirt.

No apology ever came, and that was a wrap on any potential friendship with him.

Three years later, nothing changed. Though these days, as Pierre’s comfort around you rebounded, he didn’t avoid you and instead made it his job to antagonize you whenever you were around. He made comments about your outfits, flirted with your friends that had clearly been told to steer clear of him, and fucked up your drink orders whenever he bought rounds for the group. Mostly, you took it in stride with a few choice curse words slung his way, but over time you started to antagonize him right back.

“Asshole at three o’clock.”

It took a moment, but your eyes followed the metaphorical clock of the bar and fell on the group of Blue Jackets pushing their way through the crowd. Leading the way was Pierre sporting a cocky smirk on his lips. He made his way around the group of girls, hugging each one before reaching you and ultimately opting not to say hello and just head for the bar. As soon as he stepped away you were making retching noises with your mouth.

“Back at it again, I see,” Josh Anderson spoke as he wrapped his arms over your shoulders. “You two would get along really well if only you tried.”

“I don’t want to try,” you responded. This earned the laughter of their other teammates, Seth and Boone, as they sat in the open seats at your bar top and joined the conversation that had been on hold for hugs hello.

When Pierre returned to the table, he was toting a tray of drinks. One by one, he placed each glass down with its rightful owner until the last two remained. And then he placed a Shirley Temple in front of you.

“It’s virgin.”

“Just like you,” you spat. While the table erupted in laughter, you stood to get a drink of your own. Preferably one that was heavy on the liquor.

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Despite everything else, going out with him wasn’t all bad because after a while he just got distracted. He would slink away from the group and find himself surrounded by a bunch of local university students and you were free to enjoy your night without him chirping in your ear. While Pierre and Seth scouted the bar for hot single girls, you stayed back at the booth with your girlfriends, Josh, and Boone.

Drinks flowed as easily as the conversation, as usual, and up until about 11 p.m. there was nowhere else you’d’ve rather been. Until Charlie texted you.

“Uh oh, Chuck’s at it again.”

Josh was peaking over your shoulder.

“Would you stop being nosey?” you growled, angling your body away from him so he couldn’t read your texts—most of which were ‘u up’ texts. “And stop calling him Chuck. It makes it sound like I’m sleeping with a father of three.”

“You might as well be,” Boone said. He dodged the rolled-up napkin you sent his way with a chuckle.

The boys always liked to chirp you for your taste in guys, but Charlie was by far their favorite to make fun of because of the eight-year age gap you shared.

“Remember when YN would stay out past midnight?” Boone mused.

“Yeah, I do,” Josh sighed dreamily. “But then she got wifed up by a silver fox.”

“A silver fox?” you asked, trying your hardest to suppress the grin on your lips. “He has black hair.”

“That’s because he probably dyes it.”

More giggles fell from their mouths until you glared at them and their mouths snapped shut.

You met Charlie on a dating app and while things hadn’t progressed past that one night of dinner and drinks, you didn’t mind the casual sex that resulted from it. It was exactly what you needed at this point of your life—no strings attached.

I just called you a car. Should be there in 10 minutes.

You took the final swig of your drink and stood. The boys’ eyes followed your movement, knowing smiles on their lips.

“I’ll see you guys later this week, yeah?”

You said your goodbyes, ignoring the last-minute jabs the boys wanted to get in, and began to search the bar for Seth. You spotted him at a table across the bar with a gaggle of petite girls and Pierre by his side. The moment you looked over at them, Pierre caught your eye.

You started walking over as he checked the time on his watch. 11:45 p.m. You never left before midnight.

Seth opened his arms as you approached and you folded into them as you said your goodbyes. Something about the interaction had Pierre turning away to talk to the girls they’d met. It was the same pit in his stomach type of feeling he got whenever you were around, whenever you embraced the other boys with a quick peck on the cheek or laughed at one of their shitty jokes.

He heard you say your final goodbye to Seth and your shoulder brushed against his back unknowingly as you avoided saying goodbye to him. He almost let you go unbothered, but his need to talk to you just once more was overwhelming. At the very last second, he turned and caught your elbow.

“Who’s got you running off before midnight, Cinderella?”

“It’s funny you think you deserve an answer to that question,” you growled, pulling your arm out of his grasp in disgust. He leaned back against the table with a smile. Your eyes flickered to the girls behind him, one with a glare set on you as she sipped her drink.

A lightbulb went off above your head.

You stepped forward, squeezing yourself between Pierre and Seth’s bodies to get a word in with the girls around the table.

“Can I offer you all some free advice?” you asked, even though you were going to give it to them anyway. “This one,” you spoke, nodding to Pierre. You dropped your voice to a whisper and the girls inched forward to catch your words. “He’s been around the block, if you know what I mean. I’d make sure he wraps it before he taps it. Who knows the last time he’s gotten tested?”

You slipped out from between the boys, ignoring the curses that fell from Pierre’s lips as you walked away.

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You left Charlie’s at 7 the next morning. Although you tried not to make a habit of sleeping at his apartment, there were some nights that you ignored the voice inside your head. You dressed yourself in the outfit from the night before and stepped into his bathroom to check your make-up and fix your hair before allowing the world to see you in all your one night stand glory.

Last night was one of the worst nights you’d spent with him. He was off from the moment you got in the door to the moment he fell asleep after finishing. You ended up completely unsatisfied and if you hadn’t been as tired as you were, you probably would’ve gone home to bring your own self to orgasm since he so clearly couldn’t.

As you shut his front door behind you, another door in the hall shut. You looked up to see which neighbor had entered the hallway and immediately felt your stomach drop.

“This? This is the place you ran off to last night?” Pierre was standing at the next door over. He looked astounded, eyes flickering between you and the door you’d just come out of. “You’re fucking my neighbor? Isn’t he like 40?”

“You live here?” you asked, eyes wide as you took in the sight of Pierre in front of you. His hair was still messy from sleep, but he was dressed in his Blue Jackets workout gear and on his way out the door.

“I moved in at the beginning of the season,” he answered. He stepped forward and you stepped backwards in response. “But you wouldn’t know that because you didn’t come to my housewarming party.”

You didn’t think he was serious when he extended the invite, and you were almost positive your response was along the lines of ‘I’d never step foot inside your house.’

With a scoff, you turned and continued down the hall. He was hot on your heels the entire way to the elevator and slowed to a stop to wait beside you when you pressed the down button. You were surprised when he didn’t immediately start digging deeper about your night. He was more preoccupied with whatever was on his phone than you, thankfully, though you were certain once he had you in the enclosed space of the elevator he’d start prying.

When the doors of the elevator finally opened, Pierre stepped in and held his hand out to keep the doors open for you. You stayed put.

“I’ll wait for the next one,” you said stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest. He let out a dry laugh, eyes rolling before grabbing your arm and pulling you into the confined space with him.

The doors shut.

“You’re fucking dramatic.”

The elevator began its descent to the lobby and, all the while, you could feel him watching you.

“Can you stop?” you spat, shooting him a glare from the other corner of the elevator.

He studied you for a moment before asking, “Quiet in bed?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you quiet in bed?” he asked, slower this time, like you were too stupid to understand what he said before. You couldn’t find the words to answer, jaw ajar as your brain tried to catch up to his question. “I’m only asking because I’m pretty sure Charlie and I share a bedroom wall, and his place was completely silent last night.”

“You’re a pig.”

Pierre chuckled, satisfied with the reaction he’d gotten out of you, and continued talking, “Unless he can’t get you off.”

“Familiar with that problem, huh?”

“Not in the slightest,” he answered.

“As far as you know,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. The last place in the world you wanted to be was with Pierre in this elevator and you wanted him to know that.

“Not that you will ever get the chance to experience it yourself, but I know my way around the bedroom,” Pierre countered easily. Too easily.

“Mmm,” you hummed, “I’m sure, what, with your body count in the hundreds probably. Statistically, you would have to have gotten at least 50% off.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know how many girls I have in my bed every week,” Pierre grinned, his ego oozing out of his every word.

“Not even a little bit,” you sighed. Your fingers came up to your temple as you tried to rub away the migraine that was beginning to take form. “Where you put your dick is of no concern to me, unless you decide to put it in a blender. Then, and only then, will I give a shit.”

“See, I think you care an awful lot more than you let on, princess,” Pierre said. Your face twisted in disgust at the pet name. “And I think that no matter how much you want to hate me, you really don’t. You’re just jealous that I’m not fucking you.”

That pushed you over the edge, the ounce of patience that you had left in your system had been blown to pieces with that comment.

“Would you pull your head out of your ass for once in your life, Pierre?” you spat. “I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten foot pole, much less your filthy dick. My sex life is none of your god damn business. Actually, scratch that, my life is none of your business. I only put up with you because we run in the same group of friends, so don’t try and get cute with me. If I had things my way I would never have even met you, much less learned your name.”

Pierre opened his mouth to speak, likely to try and counter everything you had just said with a dig, but you held your hand up to silence him.

“We don’t have to like each other, Pierre, but you don’t have to be such a raging asshole about it. I thought at some point you might get tired of being a complete dick but your endurance is impressive, I’ll give you that. So listen to me carefully when I tell you I want nothing to do with you.”

The elevator stopped at the lobby and you made a beeline to the front door of the lobby to begin your walk home in silence. Beautiful, peaceful, Pierre-less silence.

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The silence didn’t last long.

You were halfway through your skin care routine when your phone rang, piercing through the otherwise quiet apartment. Across your home screen, your sister’s name flashed over a goofy photo from New Years.

“What do you want?” you asked after swiping to accept. Your sister’s face filled the screen with a fake offended look on it. You giggled. “Listen, Sadie, the only time I’ve heard from you since you moved back to school has been because you needed me to do something for you.”

“Okay, well,” she started. You raised your eyebrows at her in amusement. You knew this was coming. “It’s not really me who needs something.”

“Which one of your friends needs something then?”

“Mom,” she said with a laugh. Confusion flashed over your features, so she continued, “My friends are all going home next weekend and I decided I’d do the same because why would I want to be here without them, right?” You nodded as she rambled on. “But when I told Mom I wanted to come home, she told me that her and Dad are going to be out of town.”

“They’re going away?”

“Yeah, and she doesn’t want me home alone.”

You laughed out loud. It was so typical of your mom to not trust Sadie to be home alone for a few days. She turned 21 months ago and yet she still wasn’t trusted by your parents. You couldn’t say you blamed them. Sadie wasn’t exactly the most responsible.

“Stay at school then.”

“See, I was gonna do that,” she trailed off. “But she already bought me a plane ticket to see you.” Your jaw dropped, but you closed it at the sight of your sister’s apologetic face. “I’m really sorry, but on the brightside, I can finally party with you and all your boy toys! Especially the French one you hate so much,” she said his name in a French accent, “Pierre Luc Dubois, or whatever his sexy ass name is.”

And that was exactly what you were worried about.

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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Hey dearest. You surprised me with another drabble from my fave PERFECTLY WRONG again 😍😭 If I may, I would like to request something,like a back story or whatever. I just wanted to know more about the Tae's exgf who made him the f*xkboy that he is now. What if they meet again, then what would be y/n's reaction like she would be jealous or a little insecure, yet Taehyung reassures her SHE REALLY IS THE ONE for him 😍😍😍

perfectly wrong | drabble [4]: parties are meant to be fun, except when taehyung’s ex shows up at the same party.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, jealousy, insecurities, alcohol consumption, party scene, flashback scene towards middle of drabble, hints of infidelity, angst, implied smut, just an emotional rollercoaster pretty much

That voice always used to trigger Taehyung. He knows it so well. That's why when you, him and your friends are at Jimin's house for a party, he tries to shy away from the bigger crowd and keep you trapped in the corners of the room with him.

"Babe, I wanna get another drink." You say as you fiddle around on his lap while he hugs you tightly. He looks past your frame to see the familiar face looking over the rim of her cup, already knowing she was plotting on the perfect opportunity to make her way over.

"Here, I'll go get you one. What do you want?"

"Surprise me?" Your eyes are glazed, Taehyung already knowing you're pretty tipsy at this point. He lightly taps your hips in order for you to get up so he can tend to your needs in peace. No issues, no drama, no nothing.

"The fuck is she doing here, Jimin?" Taehyung asks him through gritted teeth as he pours half of the vodka into your cup, with a dab of cranberry juice.

"How do I know? I never invited her. It's just a small ass world, you both know too many of the same people." Tae groans under his breath. Honestly, don't get him wrong, he was completely over his past. He just hated coming face to face with it cause he really wanted to leave it where it belonged - in the past. Away from him as far as possible, especially since he's done so well trying his best to grow up from all the immature shit he had been doing and going through. "I'm sorry dude, I can't ask her to leave, that's shady."

"I'm not asking you to do anything."

"Look, I'm sure she won't do anything or say anything to--"

"Hey, mind if I grab a drink?" Tae and Jimin turn, only to come face to face with Hana, Taehyung's ex-girlfriend. The girl that broke his heart repeatedly. The girl who he allowed to walk all over him. The girl who made him the fuckboy he was.

"Hana, hey. Sure, go for it." Jimin gives her a tight lipped smile before shooting a look at Taehyung and walking off.

"Excuse me-" Tae tries to shimmy his way out of the crowded room, only for her to block his way. "Hana, please move." He sighed.

"That's no way to say hi to an old friend." He shrugged.

"We aren't friends."

"Ouch."

"Look, I'm not doing this. Please just move so I can be out of your way."

"Is that your girlfriend?" She nods over to you at the couch, talking to Jungkook and Hoseok. "She's really fucking pretty. I didn't think you'd be in a relationship after all the shit I've heard about you."

"Mind your business, yeah? I don't keep tabs on you, so I appreciate it if you did the same." Hana doesn't move from her position, causing Taehyung to sigh heavily once more before swiping his hand down his face. "Please move."

"Jeez, and I thought we could talk and catch up. See how things have been going." She placed a hand on his arm, causing him to move away from her touch.

"No, I'd rather not. I'm not gonna do this shit with you and start reminiscing on the past like shit never went down between us two, alright?" He said sternly, his jaw slightly clenching. Hana was always the one who could get him started. He could easily go from happy to incredibly angry in a matter of seconds. That toxic shit. She always knew how to do it with him and he was passed that. "We done here?" She doesn't respond, allowing him to brush past her and make his way back to you.

"Baby." You happily wrap your arms around his neck, which made Taehyung ease up and relax in your touch. "What took you so long?" You asked, a little tipsy.

"Too many people."

"Who were you talking to?"

"Oh." He looked around to see Hana finally minding her own business. "An old acquaintance." He shrugged.

"Ohhh, okay." You furrowed your eyebrows, but quickly brushed off how weird he had acted. You continued to party with your man and your friends, enjoying the music Dj Min Yoongi was playing on the turntables. You excused yourself for a quick minute to use the bathroom and freshen up, the heat from the crowded home slowly getting to you mixed with all the alcohol running through your veins.

"Did you know Hana and Taehyung dated for awhile? She's here, it's so awkward between them." You oveheard someone say behind you as you walked out of the restroom. "Apparently he was really, really into her and was totally different in their relationship, can you believe that? Like he actually treated her like a queen. It's so hard to see Taehyung doing that now after all the shit he's done. I don't know how his current gf doesn't question every move he makes." Your heart immediately drops. You're not sure if you're angry, jealous, or both due to the alcohol heightening all your feelings at once - but why in the fuck did he not tell you she was his ex? You knew it was the same girl he was talking to in the kitchen, you weren't dumb. Your gut just told you otherwise. You always listen to your fucking gut.

Suddenly, you don't wanna be at the party anymore. Your insecurities were getting to the best of you because of that one statement - Taehyung treated her like a queen. Not saying he didn't treat you well, but you couldn't help but think that Taehyung placed on her on the highest pedestal. Like all of a sudden, you couldn't compete. Like you were merely just another name in his book, another lover. You weren't Hana.

"Mm, come here." Taehyung says, slightly drunk at this point, trying to grab your wrist but you snatch it away from him.

"I'm going home." He furrows his eyebrows as he gets up from his seat next to Jungkook to come after you. Your friends are also appalled at the sudden flip of the switch, but they figured Taehyung would be able to work out whatever it was with you, so they don't budge although they still worry.

"Going home? By yourself? I don't think so." Taehyung says, gently pulling you back and turning you around to face him. "Talk to me, Y/N. What's going on with you?"

"Why didn't you tell me she was your ex?"

"Hana?"

"Sure, whatever the fuck her name is!" You almost yell.

"I didn't think it was important--"

"You didn't think it was important to tell me your ex-girlfriend was here at the same party as you? The same fucking girl you dated for years? Really smooth, Tae." You grab his jacket and swing it over your shoulders as you walk out, leaving Tae to powerwalk after you in his shirt and jeans. Honestly, you were hella mad! Because why would he pull that shit? Was he trying to hide it? You thought you both had done a good job of building your relationship and being completely open with each other. This shit ticked you off and pushed you over the edge. Why couldn't he just tell you?

"Y/N, can you just stop for a second?"

"Go the hell back inside, Taehyung. Leave me alone." He groans, slipping himself into the same Uber car you're getting in. "I said--"

"Quit it. I'm not going anywhere without you." He turns to the driver and nods for him to keep driving. The ride from Jimin's isn't too far, and as soon as you see the car pull up into your roundabout, you hop out of the car, leaving Taehyung to tip the driver extra in cash before running after you. You almost shut the door in his face, but he's able to make it in time to push it open with his arm. "Y/N! Can you just slow down?" You turn to look at him before you walk into your room and slam the door shut. "Fuck." He whines as he drops his things onto the kitchen counter before meeting you in the room. "Baby."

"I told you to leave me alone."

"And leave you like this? No." He gently shuts the door close and crouches in front of you as you sit on the edge of your bed, tears falling down your eyes. "Why are you crying, baby?" He asks, genuinely worried and concerned as to why your emotions were at an all-time high right now.

"Why didn't you just tell me? Were you trying to hide her from me?"

"No, I would never do that to you." He shakes his head as he gently wipes the tears from your face. "I would never do that to you, love." He repeats.

"Then why didn't you just tell me it was her?"

"I'm sorry. I fucked up on that part. I really just didn't think about it." He sighs. "Look, to be honest, I really hate revisiting that part of my life and I felt like I could just tuck it away without having to face it again, but I know it's not an excuse." He begins to talk to you a little more about his relationship with Hana.

[start flashback]

Taehyung slammed his fist against his wall, before he sat on his bed and dug his head into his hands.

"Hana, just tell me the truth. Please. I think I've given you everything, the least you could do is give me that."

"I'm not even doing anything, Taehyung. You're fucking crazy. I just told you I haven't felt like myself lately and you straight up accused me of cheating on you."

"Are you serious?" He stood up. "You've barely spent any time with me during these past weeks. You always blow me off with some stupid ass excuse. And every time you're with me, you're always on your phone. I know you've been getting closer to Mark, too. I'm not dumb, Hana. How can you expect me not to accuse you of that?" Taehyung is on the verge of tears, every part of him close to crumbling thinking of the worst. She didn't care like she used to, and he continued to give her everything. All of him. And she just didn't care.

"You're ridiculous. That's your problem--" He runs his hands through his hair.

"Fuck, stop beating around the bush! Just tell me the fucking truth!"

"You want the truth?" She yelled back. "Fine, yes. I'm fucking over this relationship Taehyung. I'm fucking done. I'm seeing him and it's honestly amazing because I'm way happier than I've been lately. There, are you happy?" She said in his face. He didn't know how to respond because he truly expected her to have some kind of sympathy. Empathize with how he was feeling. How vulnerable he was being. But she didn't. She just continued to push the knife in like it didn't hold any weight to her.

"Hana." He says, his bottom lip trembling as he shakes his head. "W-why couldn't you just--"

"Fuck, Taehyung. This relationship had been over for awhile, how could you not see that?" No. Because he loved her, more than anything. He gave her everything. He gave her the world and he wanted to keep doing that.

"N-no. I thought we were fine, I-I," He paused as the tears came down faster. "I gave you every bit of me. I was patient with you, I let you use me as your punching bag on days you weren't happy, I-I brought you places, I surprised you with the things you liked, I-I took care of you. I fucking chased after you every single fucking argument even though it wasn't my fault. I fixed us even when you should've been the one fixing us. I kept my word every single time even though you always went back on yours. I fucking did it all for you!" He yelled as he paced around the room. "How long have you been seeing him?"

"Does that--"

"How long?"

"A little over a month." And it makes sense. Hana had been so disconnected from the relationship for that period of time. She was always on her phone. She didn't want to see him as much. She didn't touched him the same way she used to. They never made love the same way, she was always too tired. She would fall asleep and leave early in the morning.

"How could you?"

“How could I? You didn’t even realize our relationship was falling apart!”

“Bullshit, don’t turn this shit on me! I’m not dealing with this anymore.” He shook his head. “Get your shit and leave.”

[end flashback ]

"Tae." You say softly as he sits next to you and brings you onto his lap.

"It was the one relationship that fucked me up. That did it for me. That made me believe relationships weren't really worth it. All this energy wasn't worth it. It hurt so bad to know she was cheating on me and I honestly thought I wouldn't be the same since. I continued to give and give even when I felt like I couldn't. I suddenly thought that if people you cared about could just use you like that, why would I care?" You stayed quiet, the anger and jealousy in you slowly subsiding the more he talked about his relationship with her. "When I finally got over it, I told myself I'd never revisit that and let myself feel that hurt again. I would remind myself not to feel insecure or worthless over the shit she did to me. It took a really, really long time, which is why I've kept it tucked away in the past, where it should be." He brushes the hair out of your face before wiping the remaining tears streaming down your face. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but honestly, it was just a defense mechanism for me. I-I really have no interest in ever rekindling that or even being friends with her."

"I'm sorry." You say softly. "I left the bathroom and I overheard people talking about how you used to treat her like a queen and that you were so different with her. And people were even questioning how I'm sticking around and not questioning your every move. I felt like I couldn't compete with her, like I would never be Hana."

"You won't, because you're so much better than that." He says almost at a whisper. "Y/N, I don't ever want you to compare yourself to someone from my past like that. Don’t listen to the stupid shit people have to say because all that matters is me and you. There's a reason why they're in the past and why you're here with me now. I love every single thing about you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. " He caresses your thigh as he holds you closely to his body. "I love your laugh, and your smile." He smiles at you. "I love how annoyingly cute you are when you catch an attitude with me. I love how you can stand your ground. I love how creative you are. I love how you take good care of me and I love that you show me how much I mean to you. You never hesitate to put me or your friends before yourself, and that's something I really do value. You make everything worth it and you don't even have to try. I don't wanna be anywhere that isn't with you."

"I'm sorry." You repeat. You instantly felt bad letting your emotions get to the best of you, but you couldn't help it. This was someone that once meant a lot to Taehyung and you couldn't help but feel insecure, or like you would never measure up to that. You just wanted to be the best for him so that he saw no one else but you. That he wanted a life with you and nobody else.

"Don't be. I understand where you're coming from, and I'm sorry you felt that way. But I promise you, there is no way anything or anyone else could compare to you. You push me to become better every day and I want to do this for you. Only you."

"I love you."

"I love you too." He chuckles before placing a kiss on your lips. "Feeling better? Want a massage? A bath? Hot chocolate? Cake? What can I get you?" You laugh.

"You're a suck up."

"Sure, call it what you want, but I just want my baby happy."

"I'm gonna take a shower and lay my ass in bed." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"You mean we're gonna take a shower and lay our asses in bed." He quickly follows you to the bathroom, causing you to squeal when he shuts the door and plants kisses all over your neck from behind.

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fallingforyou123 · 3 years

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You Will Never Be A God-Une

Warnings: Slight language, implied smut, alight angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Here is the official part one! Hope you'll like it, reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!

Series Masterpost

The sheets hung loosely around her frame, the only thing keeping her from being exposed to the cold air. The stranger laid beside her in a dazed out state, chest rising ever so slowly. A small cloud of smoke engulfed the both of them, a bad habit Stevi had picked up from an ex of hers.

“Those will kill you one day.”

“No more than sleeping with strangers will.”

“Touche.”

Stevi moved to get dressed, keeping quiet to avoid another conversation. Leaving was always bad, but leaving when there was still so much to be said was the worst. She couldn’t quite place it, but there was a feeling, something small sitting in her gut. It worried her, she’d never felt like this with a stranger. So safe and comfortable.

“Stay. Just till the morning, I’ll have my driver take you home.” Came the voice from the other side of the bed.

“No, definitely no. I have rules, no names, no staying. I can’t”

“What a lonely life you must live, to disconnect so much from those around you.”

Stevi looked at him, truly looked at him. He looked so much different than the man she met a couple hours ago. His perfectly gelled hair was nothing more than a brown mess atop his head, his eyes were clouded with a sleepy haze, and his suit had been replaced by a very thin sheet. He looked like someone she could see herself falling for back in university, she had to remind herself that this was a man with a lot of money, someone she’d probably dig up dirt on for an article.

She shook her head, she needed to leave.

After she finished dressing, she grabbed her bag from the front room and slipped out the door. Checking her phone she saw a couple missed calls from Brooke and an enthusiastic ‘be safe!’ text from Poppy. She quickly both, ensuring them that she was not dead in a ditch somewhere, before ordering an uber and hoping in the elevator.

***

The rest of the weekend had gone by in a blur. She’d spent all of Saturday nursing her hangover with ice cream and old reruns of Golden Girls in bed. Then Sunday was brunch with the girls at a little cafe where she was forced to share every detail of the events that unfolded Friday night, only leaving out how weird she had felt in the strangers' company. And then all too soon she was getting ready for a week of meetings and interviews.

Walking into the office, Stevi was greeted by her boss informing her that her 11am was now Stevi’s and ‘oh, look, he’s early.’ She mentally groaned, there was not enough caffeine in the world to make this worth it. Don’t get her wrong, Stevi loved her job, but god did she hate her boss. She was flakey, and whenever anything didn’t appeal to her, she’d simply give it to Stevi with barely any notice. There were far too many nights that she had to stay late because she was given a column to write only hours before it was due.

With a heavy sigh, she walks into the conference room, hoping that this won’t last long. “Good morning, my name is Stevi, I’ll be doing the interview today since Diane couldn’t be here.”

“Rule one.”

She whips her head up towards the man, “What?”

It’s in that moment that she realizes who this is, the man from Friday night. And coincidentally, Tom Holland. She should’ve known the other night who he was, his name and face had been plastered on the bulletin board for weeks, one of their most anticipated interviews this year. Tom was not only a pretty face, but the youngest CEO to be running an international company in decades. His father had started Holland and Co. Publishing almost 30 years ago, and only a few months ago he handed it over to Tom.

“I said, rule one darling. You’ve broken it.” She’d forgotten how lovely that voice was, remembering how captivating it was to have him whispering in her ear.

“I heard what you said, Mr. Holland.”

“Call me Tom, you’ve more than earned that privilege.”

“This is my place of work, not some stupid nightclub, I keep things professional here.”

Neither of them take their eyes off the other, a silent war taking place between the two of them.

“Well, if you’re such a professional, stop looking at me like you’re wanting to fuck me.”

A small gasp leaves Stevi. She stands up to leave, gathering her things, and looks at him with venom in her eyes, “Mr. Holland, I’m afraid that this interview is over, if you would please talk to the receptionist she will reschedule you in with someone other than me.”

A small look of shock crosses Tom’s face before he too stands, reaching out to grab Stevi’s arm, “Wait, I'm sorry. Sit down, I’ll be civil.”

Reluctantly, she does. Placing her notebooks in front of her and pulling out the recorder. Before she begins she gives Tom a warning look, “One word, one single word out of line, and this is over.” To which he nods and sits back, hands folded in his lap, looking like a true business man.

***

The rest of the interview goes by smoothly, only a couple of suggestive looks being thrown her way before he bites his tongue. Stevi’s never been more relieved to finish something in her life, the tension between the two becoming almost unbearable as the interview went on. “Okay, I think that’s all we need for the article, a draft will be sent to your assistant to go over before we publish it in next week's business column.”

Stevi stands quickly, ready to put everything behind her and spend the rest of her day hiding in her office. Before she can leave, a hand is wrapped around her arm once again, and body right behind her. “Let me take you to dinner, darling. A reward for being good.”

The voice in her ear sends a shiver down her spine, and for a second she debates it, “Tom, I can’t. I don’t mix business with pleasure, this is already a conflict of interest.”

“More of those damn rules. Live a little, let your guard down for once.” He looks at her with pleading eyes, something that makes him look more like his true age. That feeling sneaks its way back into again, and for a moment, while she stares into his eyes, nothing else exists. Just the two of them and a world of possibilities.

“If I say yes, this stays between us. The people we are here, and the people we are then are not the same. My job may not seem dangerous to you, but it could be very bad for me if someone gets the wrong idea.”

Tom nods, he knows all too well what she means. “Tonight at 7, meet me at The Garden on 22nd, I’ll make the reservation.”

She agrees, lets him put his number in her phone, and gives Tom one last smile before heading down the hall to her office.

She jumps when she sees someone sitting at her desk, “James, what are you doing here?”

“What, can’t check in on my favourite captain?”

“Not without a secret agenda, and last I checked, I have nothing to report to you, I’m off duty.” Stevi walks towards him, pushing his legs off of her desk.

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re never off duty. Not when you’re talking to men like that.” James points out the door, to where Tom can be seen talking to the receptionist.

“That is none of your business, James.”

“I want details, everything you can find out about him, on my desk by Friday, you know what’ll happen if it’s not. Have a good day Stevi.” And with that, James walks out of the room, leaving a chill hanging in the air.

Stevi suddenly can’t breathe, the four walls surrounding her feeling like a cage. She quickly grabs her things and walks to Dianes’ office, telling her there’s a family emergency and she’ll work on the article at home. Within minutes she’s scrambling to get into her car, dialing Poppys’ number, needing someone to calm her down.

She spends the rest of the day on Poppys’ couch trying to recover from her near mental breakdown. This life was never something she wanted, she’d been dragged into it by her ex. After he failed to complete a simple task, he was killed in their apartment, and she was responsible for finishing it out. But it’s never that simple, one task turned into two, and then four, and now she was too far in to be able to leave.

All too soon, it was 6:30 and she was leaving for her date with Tom. She’d left Poppys an hour ago, promising her that there was nothing to worry about, it had just been a bad day. She drove in silence, not wanting to focus on anything but the road. She got to the restaurant right on time, quickly being seated in one of the private rooms. She’d been here once before with her parents when she first moved to the city. They’d taken her out to celebrate and they’d spent the night drinking fancy wine and eating more food than they could’ve ever imagined.

Lost in her memories, she didn’t realise how much time had passed since she’d arrived. Checking her phone she saw that it was now quarter past, and no sign of Tom. She tries texting him, thinking maybe he’d gotten off of work late. By 7:30 she starts to panic, she’s 2 glasses of wine in and still no sign of him. To no avail, she calls him, worry turning into anger when it goes straight to voicemail.

It’s almost 8 when the waiter informs her that Tom has called, he won’t be making it, but to order whatever she likes and he’ll pay for it.

And so she sits there, wine glass in hand, wishing she’d never even met Tom.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland series #tom holland x oc #mob!tom holland x reader #tom holland and co

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Episode 2: The Homecoming Job

How does he make seven dollars a day that doesn’t seem remotely accurate

WHAT DO THEY GOTTA DO MAN? WhAT DO THEY HAVE TO DO?

This was so skeevy. DId he get shot up by accident? Did the Castleman guys just start shooting? Like what?

This poor Doctor. She’s so great, but she really should not have said “that’s not the way the world works.” That seems like such a challenge.

This is what I mean about the continuity confusion! Why would Hardison have to call them if Leverage was set up at the end of the last episode????

Sophie’s acting in the commercial audition wasn’t terrible. Weird for an audition, but not terrible.

Eliot’s so unfazed by having a gun pointed at him, I love it.

You don’t even SEE Parker I can’t

I don’t like stuff. I like MONEY

“I’m not gonna tell a couple of known thieves what i did with a multi million dollar payout” you so smart eliot

ARE WE NOT GONNA MENTION THAT HARDISON IS UBER ARTISTICALLY TALENTED

Parker’s so excited by mundane office stuff it’s adorable

DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT IT NOT SEEMING LIKE ENOUGH MONEY FOR THIS WHOLE SETUP?

Eliot’s face at the sports. Hardison building stuff for him from day 1 it’s adorable

IT’S A VERY DISTINCTIVE SOUND!!! I LOVE IT!! SO IT BEGINS

I love how it all starts out so simple, just get the money it’s fine, and then they always end up like… toppling the entire corrupt system.

Where did Parker’s shower cap go in later episodes? Like… she’s a thief. The need for a leather shower cap likely would not disappear…

SOPHIE’S DRESS I LOVE IT

...It disgusts me that they can buy congressmen AND IT”S NOT EVEN ILLEGAL!!!

LIKE I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY LOBBYING AND LARGE SUM CAMPAIGN DONATIONS ARE LEGAL

How does Eliot just… know what words have the necessary sounds?? How is he so smart? HOW IS THIS MAN A THING I’M IN LOVE

“Oh, there they are. Really loud too” I love her in this episode

I think Castleman is one of the WORST groups they’ve gone up against. Not in terms of like, bad for TV, but just in terms of them being super evil. The stolen money, the attempted murder, and things always feel even more disgusting when you include army contracters.

OH WAIT I UNDERSTAND WHY HE WAS SHOT I REMEMBER OKAY IT MAKES SENSE IT’S FINE

Did… Did Perry just grope Sophie? Are we going to just ignore that?

So, do docs and nurses really wear crocs that much? I thought good supportive sneakers would be more common

AVENGING ELIOT TO THE RESCUE!!

… where did nate just randomly find a defibrillator.

IT’S A VERY DISTINCTIVE STYLE

“...I actually hurt people… so…”

I FUCKING LOVE ELIOT SPENCER

I’m sorry, I doubt you’re reading these posts for endless heart eyes for eliot, but THAT’S JUST HOW I FEEL

SPEAKING OF HOW DOES HE LOOK SO HOT IN A DISHEVELED WHITE BUTTON DOWN

Sophie already trying to stop Nate’s drinking. Why did they just… forget to address it later? Like when he falls off the wagon in S2, no one cares anymore.

HOW IS SOPHIE SO PRETTY

Nate’s accent is terrible. Why is all their accent work terrible? WHAT DIALECT IS THAT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE

“Those are the same signs your wife is cheating on you” Or… just the signs that someone is trying to hide something from you? Like in general??

I always feel bad about the congressman’s cancelled wood panels until i remember how he got them and the lives at stake so he can have a nice house. It’s so icky

This whole law thing is so clever but is that really how it works?

I love that Hardison is already in love with Parker. I love it.

...The only difference between Sophie and a politician is Sophie doesn’t have the authority but makes up for it with having a moral code.

“I’m sorry it’s too far away for you to punch I’m sure that really frustrates you” I fucking LOVE HIM

What’s a better ship? The OT3 or Parker/Money?

...And another IYS reference. Should I start a tally? How many episodes they mention Nate’s past with IYS or Nate’s past with Sam? How many times they show that fucking Sam clip? I’m gonna start doing that at the end I think.

“WHat is it like a creepy contest?” CUE PARKER HEART EYES I CAN’T I LOVE THEM

Is the money story real? Like did the money transfer really happen? Because it sounds like it could be real, like i wouldn’t put it past them, but i really hope its not

... So I looked it up and there’s much more money in cash per person. Nate’s full of shit. (Or the writers just got bad info but I like blaming Nate more)

Why does this security guy look like a john cena wannabe i hate it

NATE AND SOPHIE’S DiSTRACTION IS INCREDIBLE. Can you imagine if they were a real couple though, and the guard was that fucking rude to them?

ELIOT’S HAPLESS SECURITY GUARD IS SO FUKING CUTE IM DEAD

What’s a better ship, Parker/Money or Parker/Explosions

WHY IS THE CONGRESSMAN WEARING A WHOLE ASS TUXEDO???

… Knowing what I know about black men and cops… why the fuck would they have Hardison driving the truck? I’m just saying that seems like a real easy and VERY AVOIDABLE way of getting him killed.

ALTHOUGH THIS IS THE FUNNIEST HARDISON SCENE

“This is about my eth-ni-ti-city? It’s because I’m Jewish?” AS A JEW THIS MADE ME DIE LAUGHING. I COMPLETELY LOST IT THE FIRST TIME I HEARD AND IT STILL MAKES ME CRACK UP!!!!

HE’S JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

“JUSt cause a brother likes matzah ball soup? What’s wrong with that? Sammy Davis?” I CANNOT

ELIOT IN THICK RIMMED NERD GLASSES I LOVE IT

… why did they.. Not check the container number??? I’m so confused?? WHY ARE THEY SO STUPID???

The PR stunt they’re trying to pull right now… sleazy slimy

They switched the order of the accusations… like…

“We’re gonna lead with Crap.” politicians always do

...Technically, the money is stolen? Like… I’m not gonna say they don’t deserve it? But… it’s technically stolen

ELIOT HAS SO MUCH RESPECT FOR PERRY BECAUSE HE WAS ALMOST HIM

I’M CRYING DON’T LOOK AT ME

“One more” ELIOT YOU SOFTIE

“I bought a plant” PARKER YOU SOFTIE

“What does it do?” YOU’LL FIND OUT

The cherry red tesla is so over the top i hate it. I hate sports cars though so like

OKAY SO FINAL EPISODE THOUGHTS: 7/10. Characterization was much better. They seemed like more human people. Points off for Castleman becausE as gross as it is to kill people through negligence for money, it’s so much grosser to ACTIVELY murder them for money WHILE PRETENDING TO BE A LEGITIMATE BUSINESS AND HAVE GOVERNEMNT ASSHOLES IN ON IT LIKE I’M SO FUCKING DISGUSTED. Added points for the HUMAN HEART EYES EMOJI THAT IS ELIOT SPENCER. Points off for Perry kind of assaulting sophie AND FUCKING GETTING AWAY WITH IT. Added points for Parker being adorable. THis was one of the episodes that put me on the fence about her when i wa not in love with her.

IYS count: 2/2 Sam reference count: 2/2 (for the children’s hospital donation in the beginning)

#leverage #leverage rewatch #ot3 #leverage ot3 #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #nathan ford #sophie devereaux #the homecoming job

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Previous: The Discord Timeline

The Industrial Devolution Timeline:

The road to economic domination was creeping and insidious.

First, Nightmare Moon returned. Celestia and Cadance were able to subdue her, locking her in a (very comfortable) prison while Celestia sought a way to free her sister of the evil influence warping her mind. With the monarch so distracted and Princess Cadance struggling to take up the slack, a few opportunistic entrepreneurs began getting their roots into the market.

Then the Crystal War began, dividing Celestia’s and Cadance’s attention even further. The Changelings attacked, sowing destruction and distrust until Cadance defeated their queen. Tirek cut a swath through the countryside before being stopped, increasing the economic struggles. It was as if a domino of assaults on the Equestrian daily life had started, with none able to stop the ever-larger dominoes from toppling.

Celestia was terribly injured during the final fight that destroyed King Sombra. Luna finally overcame her rage and the parasitic magic fueling it, but went into seclusion out of shame and a desire to tend to her wounded sister. Cadance’s focus was split between post-war rebuilding in Equestria, assisting the confused, freed, and much-distrusted crystal ponies with stabilizing their crippled city, and tending to her own first child. With their leaders so distracted and the country still reeling from so many attacks, ponies desperately reached out for any kind of financial and necessities stability.

Perfectly fertile soil for the country’s most hostile economic takeover in its history.

Flim and Flam’s tactics were simple yet effective: move in wherever large numbers of companies had collapsed and fill the void with simple, cheap necessities that anypony could afford. As their finances grew, they began to expand, beating out surrounding competition with their rock-bottom prices until they could either buy out or crush their competitors. They continued this strategy further and further out, their influence spreading like hives across Equestria until hardly any retailers of food, drinks, household goods, small machine parts, and pretty much every other goods reseller below industrial level still operated. (Although who knew what the future might hold for FlimFlam Industries?) Once competition decreased to almost nill, they raised their prices to just barely affordable, swelling their already full pockets.

By the end of the Crystal War, they had such a grip, so much financial and political power, that even if the princesses should realize the toxic hold this company has on the market, it will be a long road back to rebalancing the economy. The country has, regrettably, come to rely on Flim Flam Industries, and their stranglehold would not be easily broken.

Sales always dreamed of being a traveling salespony. He’d even gotten a taste of it before the war. But now... well, there was no one to sell for. Companies kept dying out from under him. And if it weren’t bad enough that FFI already sold cheap, unexciting product options, the further lack of competition gave them even less incentive to TRY. They could cut costs on everything from packaging to flavor to color options; there was absolutely no consideration for variety or improvement or innovation. Soon everything in those blasted pop-up depots came in bland, uniformly labeled containers, with names like FLOUR and SOAP and TOWELS. There was no ART to it, and worst of all, no heart. And certainly no need for a door-to-door sales technique - not when F&F Depots were on every corner and people already had little choice but to get their goods from them.

So that’s how Sales ended up here, running one of those blasted depots. It is barely salesponyship, but it was still the closest thing he could find to his special talent. Meanwhile pollution and unchecked labor laws are creeping out from the cities, and farms are being consumed for their timber and factory locations. Quills & Sofas went under, leaving Sales’ father without a job and one more worry for Salespitch. Everypony prays that Celestia would heal, that Cadance would realize the depths of what was happening and make some move to stop it, that even the once-evil Princess Luna rumored to be tending her sister in the castle would take a stand. But for now, FFI is taking full advantage of the rulers’ distraction and obliviousness to tighten their hold on the country’s economy. Sales works and keeps his head down; it’s too great an issue for one pony to tackle, especially a pony whose only real talent is talking.

He tries to remind himself that things could be worse. Despite crummy wages and the soul-deadening monotony of just grabbing standard crap off a shelf when asked, Sales IS making a living. He makes an effort to keep his depot looking like the pony who works there actually cares (a façade FFI has long since abandoned.) Black took up work as a stocker in the store, so at least they get to hang out. Pollution isn’t as bad in Featherhorn (yet), although the deforestation and smog have been spreading nearer. But Sales just can’t get around the fact that there’s a briefcase-shaped hole in his soul where good, honest, smart salesponyship was meant to be. It’s hard not to be bitter and miserable when your purpose has been almost completely taken away from you. Still... if Sales can find a way to get a new company going without being ground under Flim and Flam’s hooves... maybe he can go back to doing what he loves, and the world will feel a little more right again. Fun Facts About The Flim Flam Timeline:

- I got my idea for a total economic takeover from a book 6 of the Pendragon series, “The Quillen Games” by D.J. MacHale. Its setting is a world where a single corporation has such control that they even own the people to an extent, but I didn’t want to go THAT dark (although this is still darker than my initial draft), so I stopped at just owning all of the selling outlets. Lack of competition in capitalism breeds complacency, leading to high prices with minimal improvement or variety. (That book may have also stuck in my mind because it was the first time an author so thoroughly pulled the rug out from under me that I was too depressed to finish the series. I can’t HANDLE that kind of catastrophic reversal, MacHale!!!)

- Sales’s dad, Sales Patter, lost his job as Head of Sales at Quills & Sofas after the company was eaten by FlimFlam Industries. He currently lives at home taking care of Pitch Perfect while Pitch Forward does her best to bring in funding through her competitive high-diving sponsorships. Sales and Black contribute money as well, although Black has a surprisingly well-stocked savings account that he refuses to explain to anyone.

- Flim and Flam offered Sales a job as their company spokespony, mainly because they loved the idea of having an ‘alicorn’ as their mascot. Obviously he turned them down, but he did still grudgingly accept a position at the Featherhorn depot since it’s the closest thing he can find to what he’s good at. (Flim and Flam do still like to give people a show, especially when it comes to the smoke and mirrors they must use to keep the wealthier populace and government from paying too much attention to some of the ways FFI cuts their spending - at the expense of their workers, mostly.)

- I’ve seen others do this timeline harsher; there’s a fimfiction that had an interesting take on Celestia being injured in her fight with Nightmare Moon and then IMPRISONED by Flim and Flam’s company so it could take over, which led to an ever-rising problem with pollution, underage workers, poor labor laws, and backhoof politics. Some of that does exist in this timeline, but I went with a severe injury and seclusion in the palace. The Princesses are still AROUND, but being carefully shielded from the truly dark nature of some of Flim and Flam’s machinations. It may just take someone getting their attention drawn to the right things to start the ball rolling...

- Sales and Patter do team up to create a small startup company, selling goods made by Featherhorn’s citizens to the local area. Black uses his connections as a Royal Service agent to sneak them into the palace, where they get an uber-rare meeting with Princess Celestia, who is blessedly awake enough to recognize the little AI and hear their plight. She convinces Luna, who has been taking care of her this whole time, that something needs to be done. Luna is grossly undereducated about modern economics and business practices, but she pulls Cadance in, and while Cadance works on investigating these horrible labor practices they’ve reported, Luna begins brushing up on her education and offers some protection to Sales’ little company. She does, in fact, find some obscure ancient laws that give them a leg up in the fight against FFI when they inevitably try to buy out, sue, and/or bankrupt Sales’ and Patter’s company into the ground. But they start making some headway.

- It’s a long road back to a balanced market, and much of the work will be done by the Princesses. But the inspiration ponies draw from the changes they see starts the dominoes again - this time, in the direction of positive change.

Next Week: The Wasteland Timeline (finale!)

#mlp ask blog #pony ask blog #my little pony #flim flam brothers #IANAA #salespitch #celestia #cadance #luna

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felswritingfire · 4 years

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Could we get nyarlthotep sfw/nsfw senarios? Maybe with a male reader if that's ok?

Bro, I have such a love/hate relationship and he’s one of the only characters I can say has enigma energy (also of course it’s alright if the reader is male, we stan Male Reader rights dammit)

Dating Nyarlathotep

SFW

Where do I even begin with this guy-

When Nyarl has a thing for you, it is the most obvious yet not obvious thing in the world; he’ll crank up the teasing to a solid 20 and then glue himself to your side, running random touches along your spine or brushing his claws against your hip, and then all of a sudden he’s gone and it’s a whole week before he pops up again. And this continues for a good three months, progressively gets more touchy and the periods he’s gone get more sporadic, until either A) you get fed up and confront him about it or B) you begin to give him a taste of his own medicine (AKA avoid the asshole and keep him from touching you)

Which, either way, both scenarios play into Nyarl’s grubby little claws

The A) option would be one where he would lean against a wall/back of the chair while you go off on him. All the while having an infuriatingly easy going smile for you tearing into him; you don’t know if he’s listening and it is pissing you off. In actuality he is, but he doesn’t want you to know that, you’re cute when you’re mad, my guy. So, he’ll just sit there staring at you with half lidded eyes, letting you blow off some steam before he presses a finger against your lips and gives you some bedroom eyes and, it’s up to you whether or not you’re gonna have the do right then and there, but he knows he got you hook, line, and sinker

If the scenario is the B) option, he’ll amp his bullshit up so inconceivably high. He’ll begin to purposely leave risqué touches on your person: he’ll brush his hand against your lower back, maybe even hook his fingers in the back pockets of your pants just so he can drag you back against him, he’ll start resting his face in the crook of your neck (whether your standing or sitting for him to be able to do this) brushing his mouth just close enough to the shell of your ear for you to shiver- and if you’re trying to avoid all his touches to get back at him? Hoooo, boy, good luck;

He’ll get a little pissy at this because he wants to see your reaction (RIP you if you get flustered really easily). So, he’ll begin to corner you, or catch you in the most crowded places just so he has an excuse to press into you from behind. At these points, especially if you’re stuck in a very crowded place like, let’s say for example, a subway train (👀👀), he’ll press up against your back while slipping his hands over your thighs and up to your stomach before going back down to the dip of your hips and pressing you harder against him. And you bet your ass that any movement or- ahem- subtle pressure to your ass is just the sway of the train. He’ll chatter away like nothing too and it is bullshit. He’s an asshole in the fact that he’ll make you two stand like that until the ride is over

Once a relationship gets going between you two, you’re honestly surprised to find out how loyal he actually is- he’s uber loyal, but he doesn’t expect the same level of loyalty out of you? Like, just, he knows that you’ll find other people attractive and he understands you might… you know- want to pursue some sort of sexual interest with them (So, he doesn’t mean you’re a cheater, just that, people are hot and he’s leaving it open on your side)-

Which is either super insulting or super sad to you, it’s up to you. He mentions a lot (in his own way) that he’s fine if you go off and have a one night stand with someone else, but he’ll get all serious all of a sudden and it is terrifying because he’ll suddenly hover two inches away from your face with that bitchy look he gets when he’s salty about something and straight up be like: “don’t make it a thing though.”

And he’ll go back to laughing and joking with you like nothing happened- What the fuck, Nyarl?????

Please don’t “cheat” on him tho, it takes a lot for him to even care enough about someone to be a little less of an asshole to them let alone get into a relationship with them. So, he’s pretty attached to you

He doesn’t really believe in the concept of love, but after you two have been together for so long- you’re the closest thing that he’s getting to love, dude, and he kinda hates it???? It’s all fuzzy and he’s warm inside and if you get sad? And it’s his fault? Insta death.

But he likes you too much to let you go, so, aw well, guess he can put up with it

Surprisingly, a possessive boy- he doesn’t like people talking to you for long periods of time and he’ll get salty if you seem like you’re having more fun with one of your friends then you do when you’re with him; just give him a lot of cuddles and smooches when you get home and he’ll forgive you immediately as he wraps you up in a big ol’ bear hug with his arms and his weird tail hand things will totally join in and wrap themselves around whatever they can grab, which is a really cute gesture that can become awkward really fast depending where they decide to grab

SPEAKING OF HIS WEIRD ASS TAIL HANDS- you’ll have to deal with them having semi-sentience and seeking you out whenever they can and witnessing Nyarl legitimately yell at them over it

It’s so surreal- and honestly, you’re with Nyarl, you should have accepted this by now but- to see him grab his tail in a choke hold and bring up the hands to his face as he tells them to knock it off and then one just reels back and slaps him across his snout, which instigates him slapping the hand back, and they start having an elementary school level slapping fight until one of them hit the other too hard and they’re making grabby hands for you because they got hurt-

And then you gotta kiss their boo-boos

Also RIP your ass’ personal safety because those hands like to grab it and you’ve almost died a couple of times because they do it out of nowhere

Nyarl will kiss you spontaneously and out of nowhere. There is no preparing for his smooches they just come and go like the wind

Though he does give you a lot of pecks, his favorite types of kisses are french kisses because he likes it nasty

Since he is passionate about his work you’ll have to remind him to eat and drink water and take breaks because he gets wrapped up in his work a lot- which he really appreciates and if you do the same thing, then you bet your ass that he’ll get you to take breaks because he refuses to let go of you as he hugs and showers you in kisses- at those times it’s soft Nyarl hours

He has no understandings of personal space so he’ll just… always be in your bubble and you have to really convince him to get out of it if you need some space

If you two ever get in a fight, Nyarl is literally the worst person about it because, not only is he petty, but he’s also, well, Nyarl- so he’ll definitely come off as he’s not caring what’s made you upset by keeping that easy grin on his face and shooting off into crazy ass tangents, but that’s his way of trying to lighten the mood, which has mix results depending how important the topic is to you

He’ll get serious the more the argument drags on and how emotional you’re getting about it

Off of those topics, his ideal date is taking you to a club, but one that’s super fancy and has a VIP floor so you two can dance and be in each others presence and chat while feeling the bass of the music

When Nyarl gets jealous he becomes more sporadic than he already is. Which is a sight to behold because a majority of the time he’ll somehow cause the conversation to steer back to the person and cause them to put their foot in their mouth. But if he ends up encountering that one person that can actually keep up with his mind games, he’s not above just warping their ass somewhere- which you’ve gotten mad at him before about, because oh my lord, Nyarl, you can’t just do that-

Dating him means that you’re going to be listening to music 25/8, he likes all genres but when he’s at home, he prefers chill, atmospheric music like Lo-Fi

NSFW

AMAB USED

(Dom Nyarlothotep)

Subs rejoice! For this man (hyena???) is a Switch leaning Dom! So, he’ll definitely be taking over when you both first have sex

He’s a tad aggressive about it since he’s super eager to get at it, so if it’s your first time, you’ll have to remind him to slow down- which he will, but you’ll have to remind him periodically

This is one of the times where he doesn’t get all pissy with his tails for just grabbing you- they like to grip at your thighs the most and if, he’s laying on top of you, they’ll be caressing your sides and fondling anything that they could get their hands on

He’ll also use them to keep your legs open if you get embarrassed and try to close them because this boy likes to S T A R E at your erection standing proud, he gets a weird trip from it, like yeah, he did that to you (but that’s if you’re in a place where you can be on your back without someone just walking in on you two)

He’s a mega tease, especially out in public, so he’ll drag you into an alleyway and push you against the wall and press his body hard against you (no matter if you’re taller or shorter than him) he’ll run his tongue over your neck and the shell of your ear, scraping his canines against the hollow of your neck as he grinds against your erection through your jeans. He’ll make sure you can hear the low groans he’s letting out as he rolls his hips, grabbing your ass in his hands to bring you flush against his hips. He’ll start whispering filthy words into your ear, riling you up as you grab against him and bite your lip to get from making noise

He’s really good at giving oral

If he gives you a blow job, you’re gonna be blissed out by the end of it. He has a long tongue so he’ll start just under the head of it, before he moves to cover the tip of it and lap at the slit with the tip of his tongue, then he’ll bring you into his mouth, mindful of his teeth, but he isn’t above scraping them against your shaft. He doesn’t really have a gag reflex so he has no problem taking you all the way into his throat while he bobs his head while he sucks you off. He’ll also utilize his hands and play with your balls while he sucks you off

When he gives a rim job HE GOES O F F

So, get ready to hold on fam, because you’re in for a ride. He’ll have you put your ass up while he’s nipping at the meat of your ass before he begins to use the flat of his tongue to lave long licks over your twitching hole; soon he’s pressing his tongue into you and groaning at the way you taste on his tongue

When he’s fingering you, he’s mindful of his claws, but he has a tendency to… scare you??? It’s not even that he means it (or so you hope) he just goes f a s t, so sometimes he’ll push against you and you’ll feel them brush a tad to close for comfort on the walls of your ass, but he’ll make you forget about it real quick because, you don’t know what type of fancy fingers this bitch has but he finds your prostate in a snap. And he’ll focus on it because he likes seeing how much of a mess you become when he does-

He’s also extremely thorough about his fingering, so expect to cum at least once from it

When he’s finally going to press his dick into you, he’s really talkative, even if that talkative is just him whispering filth into your ear, and he’ll rub his tip against the rim of your asshole before he presses into you and sheathes in one thrust (hence why he stretches you so thoroughly)

He’s very vocal in general, a lot of low grunts and moans if your doing some good old exobistionism, but in the privacy and the comfort of your own home, you’d think that you were getting fucked by a porn star: loud moans, extremely talkative, cursing galore, groans, whimpers- the whole shabang

If you have a vocal kink RIP you, bro, because he uses it to his advantage

When he’s topping, his favorite positions are either: pressing your face to the wall while he has a death grip on your hips or doggy style. He has a bit of a dom/sub kink in him

He B I T E S. Really hard. So, if you need him to real it in, he’ll try, but no promises

I suggest a safe word in general tbh

Also, after he cums in you, and if you guys didn’t use protection, he likes to watch it dribble out of you and then clean up with his tongue, so, just watch out for that

(Sub Nyarlathotep)

It takes… a bit of convincing for Nyarl to be the sub

He likes the high he gets off of domming, but, since he likes you so much, he’ll let you top

He’s a pretty big pillow princess tho, so he’ll definitely act like a brat

You know when I mentioned that he’s really loud as a dom? Well, he’s even louder as a sub

If you give him a blowjob he’ll be really vocal about it and it’s one of the few times that you’ll hear him stutter, especially if you deepthroat him. He will be in bliss, and pray you got a good grip on his hips because he’ll thrust into your throat if you don’t watch it

Nyarl is incredibly neutral on rim jobs but he won’t say no to one

He’ll probably be giggling the entire time as he presses against your mouth. He likes his taint being licked at though

Fingering Nyarl is a fun thing to do because he straight up will buck his hips so hard on your fingers that he’s basically fucking himself on them. He has no chill

He likes positions where he’s still on top despite being penetrated, so, think cowgirl/reverse cowgirl; he feels much more comfortable about being in control of the pace and how hard the sex is

When you do penetrate him, he’ll let out a long moan that turns into a growl and he might overwhelm you a bit as he just starts bouncing on you. But, you get to watch the concentrated face he makes as he works himself up and down on your shaft

He still bites as a sub

So, again, safe word

(After Sex)

Nyarl has a tendency to just know out after sex

So it’s kinda up to you to initiate aftercare, which he’ll find very sweet if you do and will probably tease you for it, but he won’t complain

He is all up for cuddles though, he likes being little spoon, and on the off chance he has enough energy to talk, he’ll have some pillow talk with you

He’ll probably just hum as you whisper to him, but he’ll put a few words in here and there

After sex Nyarl is just compleletly different to normal Nyarl because he got out a lot of that pent up energy he has. He’s actually really cute like this???

He adopts a whole baby enigma energy when he drifts to sleep in your arms

#sfw #n/s/f/w #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #housamo imagine #nyarlathotep #male reader #x reader #headcanons

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #395

“suicide? i’ve already died / it’s just the funeral i’ve been waiting for”

Have you ever met a famous political figure? No. Have you slept for longer than usual today? Ugh, no. I officially have my APAP mask for my sleep apnea, and I chose the one that covers my nose and mouth considering it varies which I breathe from when I sleep depending on congestion. It is very hard to get used to. When is the last time that you experienced rejection–literal or imagined? Hm. Is there an artist or celebrity whom you admire for their craft but take issue with their personality or politics? Yeah, such as Marilyn Manson. He's a pretty gross person but by god do I love his music. What’s the last thing you made out of clay? An anatomically correct heart. Do you like bacon bits on your salad? Yes. What do you do to celebrate Earth Day? Nothing. :/ I wish I could think of something to do for it. Have you ever had someone try to intentionally bully you to suicide? Bro what the actual fuck. No. Who are your favorite kids that you’ve babysat? My nephew Ryder. Would you feel funny if you kissed somebody of the same sex? I've kissed a girl and it felt pretty great, so. Name three things in your room that others probably don’t have in theirs: 1.) a snake; 2.) a huge meerkat collection; and 3.) an APAP machine. Besides furniture, what’s the biggest thing in your bedroom? My snake, I think. Describe your feet: Ugh, the worst. My feet are horribly callused from when I used to walk all the time. I have small toes. What’s a pretty bird? Peacocks. Besides sleeping, what do you do in bed? Just about everything. .-. How do you like your hoodies? Loose/oversized. Can grills be sexy on a guy? They're hideous, if you want my honest opinion. Have you ever been in a Catholic confessional? Yes. How fucked up are those, honestly... I really hate the concept of teaching children that they have to tell some random guy things they feel bad about and let him ask God to forgive you or else you're going to Hell. What color was the hair of the last person you kissed? Brown. Can you do a backflip? No. Where are the last three places you went? The TMS office, a gas station, and my sister's house. Do you consider yourself a flirt? No. How old is the oldest person you’ve dated? I actually don't know, but at least close to 30 now for sure. I just know we were both in high school, but he failed I think two years. What’s something that makes you feel more creative? Music. Who has the best personality on YouTube? Guess who, lmao. Which YouTuber seems uber-confident? Mark is a very confident person. I envy 'im for that. What is the funniest YouTube video you have ever seen? I watch YouTube like... constantly, so I've seen thousands upon thousands by now. I really don't know. Have you ever been inside a Victorian mansion? No, but that's like a dream marriage venue for me. What was the most boring field trip you ever want on? I don't think I ever had a boring one. Man, I miss those. Do you enjoy watching videos of babies being born? NO FUCKING THANK YOU. Does ANYBODY? Are you a hoarder? No. If you were rich, what things would you get done cosmetically? I would say liposuction, but I honestly want to lose the weight myself. If/when I lose the weight I want to, I am 110% getting loose skin removal at LEAST on my stomach because I feel hideous with it. Also if I achieve my weight loss goals, I want to get a breast lift. Weight loss-related things aside, I'm pretty serious about getting laser hair removal on my legs because I HATE shaving and my legs are VERY hairy, and the hair is dark, so I'm extremely self-conscious about it. Are you the type of person who asks a lot of questions? It depends on who I'm asking. With some people, I'm afraid to look stupid if I ask too many. How many states have you visited in your lifetime? If you're excluding the ones I've merely driven through as well as lived in (which is only one), I've visited Ohio, New York, Florida, Virginia, Tennessee, and Illinois, so six. I MAY have been to Michigan as a baby, but I don't remember. What is your biggest fear for the future? Ending up homeless after Mom passes. I'm scared my family will give up on me, which is completely unrealistic, but I'm terrified of living on the streets. Do you like seafood, or not so much? I only like shrimp. Have you ever cried from being so nervous? Oh, certainly. What is your favorite book series, if you have one? Hm... of all series I've ever read, probably the Shiloh trilogy. I adored the books and the movies. Have you ever had a parasite before? NO NO NO NO NO, DON'T MAKE ME IMAGINE THIS. I am PETRIFIED of parasites. Do you have a big heart when it comes to animals? Absolutely! Have you ever put your pets in a kennel for a while? I actually don't remember? It's possible when we've gone on an extended vacation, but I'm unsure. Whenever we've gone somewhere, friends have normally taken care of our animals. Where is your favorite place to buy clothing? Hot Topic or Rebel's Market. Do you enjoy listening to older music? I love classic rock and metal. What do you think is the most stupid song out there right now? "WAP" for fucking sure. I haven't even heard the whole thing, and I don't EVER want to. As a child, did you ever want to become a mermaid? Nah. Ariel was my favorite princess, but I wasn't obsessed with mermaids or anything. Can you compose sentences in any other language than your own? Some German, yes. Mainly just the basics. Have you ever met someone who was really racist before? Yes, many. -_- Do you have any celebrity autographs? No. If you could be a Disney character for a day, who would you be? Maybe Kiara from TLK. What is your favorite color of clothing to wear? Black. Did you ever build furniture forts as a child? Oh yeah, lots of times! I sometimes even pretended they were burrows and I was a meerkat, ha ha. What kind of dog is your favorite? I have a beagle bias. Do you prefer water or land? Land. Have you ever had a seizure? No. Do you plan on losing weight any time soon? Hunny, I've been trying to since 2016. -_- I lost like 70-ish pounds through 2017-2018, but recently I've gained almost like... all the weight back and it is upsetting beyond words. Have you ever been in a heated pool? Uh, a hot tub? Yes. Are you looking forward to anything? Getting Venus' terrarium, finishing TMS so I can maybe get a job, visiting Sara again... What was your GPA in high school? Over 4.0. Do you require a lot of private time? OH yes. What do you plan on doing with the rest of your life? I hope achieving a sense of accomplishment and becoming content with my hopeful career, marrying a fantastic partner, and having a family of lovely pets. If you have a favorite television show, who’s your favorite character? I'll go through the very few I deeply enjoy: 1.) Mozart in Meerkat Manor; 2.) probably Hyde from That '70s Show; 3.) perhaps Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist; 4.) Jerome from Ginga Densetsu Weed; and 5.) Shiro from Deadman Wonderland. Did you use to watch Blue's Clues? OH yes. I loved that show as a kid. Do you stutter when you get nervous? BADLY. Your lunch consisted of...? What DID I have... uhhh OH leftover pizza. What is your favorite kind of chips? Hot, crunchy Cheetos. What is the best way to tell someone that they stink? I wouldn't. Do you have any embarrassing usernames? Some from the past, yeah. Do you have a backpack in a shape of an animal? No. I found a meerkat one once, but it was way too small for me to use in school. :( I was so disappointed. Have you ever waxed your legs? No. I've waxed my upper lip and eyebrows, but especially with how long and thick my leg hair is, I think waxing there would be excruciating, so no thanks. Do you own any shirts with a peace symbol on it? No, but I would if it had a cool design. Have you ever taught a little kid to flick people off? No, and I wouldn't. Children generally don't have a strong enough grasp on when profanity is appropriate and not. Have you ever itched yourself until your skin was raw? This is VERY common. Like right now, my right arm is the Sahara with how dry and raw it is. Do you always clear your history after using the computer? Nah, got no reason to. Have you ever eaten a Big Mac? No, because I know I wouldn't like it; I don't like lettuce on my burgers. Do you feel like you’re judged for your looks? For my weight, yes. Name one world issue that upsets you. Just one? Poverty is high on the list. Just... no one should have to live like that. Do you like Wendy’s frosties? After they thaw a little bit, oh yeah. It's physically impossible to drink them for a good few minutes because they're so damn thick.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''cyanide'' by metallica

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delicrieux · 4 years

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queens, half past ten | p.p.

pairing: peter parker (as spiderman) x reader

summary: walking home alone at night is terrifying with your phone being dead, but, heh, spiderman is on patrol and you’re really craving starbucks.

warnings: nothing! fluff and pinning only xx

words: 2.2k

author’s note: this is part of my social media au BE MY VALENTINE! but it can also be read as a standalone fic!!

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

masterlist | buy me coffee☕. previous. next.

heading home from a concert under normal circumstances would be an adventure-esque movie/music clip where you’d listen to music and stare longingly out the window and into the shadow shrouded streets, faraway blinking lights from either cars or buildings. you’d imagine what it would be like to be a lead singer, or a drummer, or better yet the guitarist, and what all of that would entail. how you’d perform and smile and scream the lyrics along with adoring fans, how you’d get free drinks (when you’re legal), and how you’d have many bowie-esque backstage shenanigans.

alas, your phone is dead and you are stuck in confining silence, with nothing but the occasional whine of a passing car making you jump. the night is cold; smoke leaves your lips with each breath and you are eerily aware how loud your breathing is. the streets are bare —work night, no one really hangs around this late — and you feel like the only person in the world, but in a bad way. normally you’d call mj or jess and chat away about your experience at the concert, smile so hard your cheeks would hurt. now you hurry down the streets, itching to get home as soon as possible. not safe. pepper spray is grasped inside your pocket, but knowing you, if an attack (god forbid!) would happen, you’d probably spray yourself in the face and be doomed for. how did you forget to charge your phone? your friends must be worried sick. your mom would probably be too, if it wasn’t for the fact that you told her your at mj’s and she thinks you’re eating snacks and gossiping at the moment. instead you’re walking home alone with no means of communication. oh my god, no one would even be able to find you if you disappeared.

scaring yourself to death won’t help, nor make the walk shorter, or so you concluded. alas, you can’t help being on edge. if you saw a person now you’d probably burst into tears.

worst fears come true. the night had been amazing but it seems that everything is going downhill when you pass a pub. some loiter next to the door and smoke, their eyes trailing you as you walk past. bad bad bad. not everyone is evil, but you never know! being a girl is hard enough without the crushing fear of going home alone. you quickly disappear around a corner, sharp turn, you’re really working up a sweat by walking so quickly. the worst has passed, you think, sighing.

then someone has the fucking nerve to whistle at you. you thought this only happens in movies, but no, reality is just as cruel. you keep your head down and pick up the pace, but before much else—

“hey!” you jump and snap your head to a nearby lamppost, eyes wide in horror, heart hammering in your chest, but relax once you see it’s just spiderman. he gives an awkward wave, sitting quite comfortably on the lamp, legs swinging, as if he’s bored. staring as him, you uncertainly wave back, “sorry, i didn't mean to scare you.” he says, his voice deep and strange and somehow familiar. “i just uhh— heard those guys whistle at you and figured you’d appreciate the company. not safe in this part of town.”

you really don’t know what to say as he makes his way down to stand beside you. you hadn’t prepared to meet a superhero tonight, and certainly not one you had been actively stalking on social media for a better part of the year. oh my god. he’s really next to you, isn’t he? had he noticed you liking all of his posts? dear god, you hope not. suddenly rooted in spot, breath spent, cheeks aflame, you are thankful it’s so dark outside.

“i’m uhhh spiderman.” he introduces.

you manage to give him a shy smile, “...hi.”

mj will freak when she hears this. you will too once you process what’s happening. worlds are colliding in your very eyes. you have a hopeless crush on him, though now... is it really that hopeless? it’s fate. you don’t believe in fate, but any other explanation escapes you. he awkwardly mutters for you to lead the way and you two fall into pace. yet you don’t feel much calmer, rather now you’re nervous, but in a good way. you trust him. instantly. there is something familiar about his stance, his demeanor, yet you can’t quite place it. you wonder what he looks like behind his mask and sneak a glance at him. there is no way to tell. but your guess? hm... couldn’t be anyone like timothee chalamet, spiderman has some bulk on him. evan peters? maybe, but the aura doesn't quite fit. ross lynch?

you glance at him again, smiling to yourself a little. could be like ross lynch — brown hair, kind eyes —...what if it is ross lynch? can’t be that far of a stretch, most superheroes are hot (you’ve seen captain marvel, or just, as most dub her, god). but if it really is, you’ll faint.

you quickly fix your hair, somewhat self-conscious. you must look a mess right now. how will he fall in love with you when you’re all red and sweaty?

“so... what have you been up to?” he asks. he’s interested. good start. you have to swallow down a manic giggle.

“i went to this concert with my friend.” you say, a bit breathless, “it was so, so much fun, i just forgot to charge my phone so...” you tilt your head to him, flash him your most lovely smile, “i’m glad you showed up.”

“just uhhh—“ he fumbles, “doing my job! yes.”

“i know you’re like super busy—“ you continue shyly, hooking a strand of hair behind your ear (you are too good at this. if it wasn’t love at first sight, it sure as hell going to be at second), “—fighting crime, saving people... so it means a lot that you... you know... are not doing that right now to make sure i make it home safely.”

most don’t know this (with the exception of mj, that is) but you are very sly and calculating when you need to be. so you, gracefully and absolutely ‘unintentionally’, step closer to him, walking side by side, shoulders brushing. he fidgets, anxious, and you can only assume he is a bit flustered under that mask of his. your heart skips happy beats. you wonder if you whined enough would he web-sling you back to your apartment. you’ve never flown before. it must be exhilarating.

“your safety is just as important, (n—“ he promptly shuts up, swallows, then clears his throat, “uh... what’s your name, again?” you introduce yourself with another love-struck smile, “haha, i’m spiderman...” he chuckles nervously.

you lean in. he freezes. “i know.”

“so, uh, anyway, anything else i can do for you?” he wonders aloud, his voice unnaturally deep. you wonder if his throat hurts from putting all that stress on his vocal cords. alas, his identity must be kept top secret -- if it really is ross lynch, you understand that his career as a heartthrob is more important -- and so you refrain from questioning him. though, now that you think about it, you are a bit parched. power walking home really takes a lot out of the body, and you could definitely use a sugary drink. probably not the best idea, but you still have a mountain of homework, so it’s not like you’ll go to sleep once you’re actually home.

besides, the more time you spend with this, presumably, insanely handsome superhero - the better.

“actually...” you say with a dreamy smile, “i’d go for a drink right now. like starbucks. oh yea, definitely starbucks.” as overpriced as their coffee is, the flavor is impeccable.

spiderman is quiet for a moment, possibly considering whether to dismiss you or not, or trying to locate the nearest starbucks in the map of his mind.

lastly, “sure.” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice, “there’s one a few blocks down...i think.”

“ahh...” you nod, looking down at your shoes wistfully. no, they are not uncomfortable, actually the opposite of that. but he doesn’t know that. this is your one and only chance to see the city from a birds eye view, and there is no chance in hell you’re missing out on it. you’ll scam your way into anything.

“are you scared of heights?” he suddenly asks.

you jerk, startled, wide-eyed, in absolute disbelieve that your cheap tricks are actually working, “...no. why?” you narrow your eyes, all suspicious and pretend like.

he opens his arms, “well...come here.”

“what?”

“we’re taking a shortcut. will be fun, promise.” he insists. you heart roars in joy. he is so in love with you. fighting a grin, you sling your arms over his neck, and his arm snakes it’s way around your waist, pressing you close.

“just...hold on tightly.” you can barely hear him over the drum of your heartbeat. and before you can prepare - physically and mentally - you’re shot into the air, wind in your ears, adrenaline in your veins.

the city goes in vertigo and you laugh, wondrous and scared out of your wits, but excited all the same. the glimmering lights, car beeps and snippets of conversation fade into an incoherent whistle. your eyes start to water and so you shut them for a moment, before opening them again and seeing queens from so far up before your vision blurs as you race forward.

when he sets you down, you’re on shaky legs, hair a mess, smile so wide it hurts your cheeks but you can’t help it.

“that was...” you start, breathless, “so...so awesome. best uber i’ve ever had.”

“five stars?”

“i’d give you ten if it was possible.”

starbucks is up and running and unsurprisingly empty of patrons and the two of you slowly walk over, mindful of your wobbly stance. he grasps your shoulder, steadying you, and you nod at him gratefully. being the true gentleman he is, he opens the door for you with a dramatic bow, and you giggle a you enter.

“yo!” the barista, a young college student, calls, “sup, spiderman?”

“hey, george.”

“friend of yours?” you whisper to him.

“yep. two free coffees, coming right up.” he mutters back, stalking to the counter before you can stop him. your orders are usually complicated and absolutely bizarre, but you suppose something simple for this hectic night wouldn't be that bad--

your mouth falls open when he says the exact order of your favorite drink. word for word. even the pronunciation is similar. and for himself he picks peter’s go-to. the barista, you suppose calling him george would be appropriate, nods and goes to fix your drinks. you wander to spiderman, blushing.

“how...did you know my favorite order?” you pipe up.

“oh-uh... i’m good at reading people.” he explains quickly, “it’s uhh--...part of my superpower.”

“wow, that’s awesome, wish i had powers.” you say, “actually, you ordered peter’s fav.” you admit, “oh! uh, peter’s my friend.”

“he sounds like a really cool dude.”

“you...don’t know anything about him?”

“uh...it’s the name. peter’s a strong name. for a...strong cool guy.”

“he’s kind of a dork, to be honest.” you mutter with a soft smile, “but he’s really sweet.”

“so...you like him?”

“‘course i like him!” you say, just as george announces your drinks are ready, “he’s my friend.” you finish, quickly maneuvering past him to get your coffee.

“right...friend...”

there was a mutual agreement to walk back, since neither of you wanted to risk spilling your drinks on unknowing townies or yourselves. to your surprise, he had lifted his mask up, just a bit, to expose his jaw and lips and to sip his delicious drink. and yes, you might have stared excessively and shamelessly, and yes, you were almost convinced it was ross lynch himself walking you home, and yes, the urge to kiss him for this fantastic date came in waves. one moment you wanted to throw your arms around him and taste the coffee drops on his lips, but the next you recoiled and re-thought your approach. alas, your street came into view all too quick.

you stop, and so does he, and with a somewhat sad smile, you say, “well, i won’t keep you any longer. there’s probably a robbery happening or something, and i’m...” you turn away, see your apartment complex looming, “home.”

“uh—yea, totally.” he nods, “uhm...it was a pleasure to meet you, (name). i had fun.”

now or never.

instead of giving him some lame, forgettable goodbye, you throw your arms around him and squeeze tightly, smiling into his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you loosely, stiffly, as if uncertain whether it’s the right thing to do or not. blushed like a rose, you tilt your head and land a soft kiss on the side of his lips, “that’s for good luck.” you murmur, smiling deliriously, lastly pulling a way and waving, “and for the record, i had fun too.”

he says nothing, too stunned to move.

you, in the elevator, your dead phone grasped in your hand, feeling like your heart might bust out of your chest, and he, sitting on a roof of a nearby building, watching, waiting for the light in your room to turn on as an indication that you’re finally safe, mutter: “holy shit.”

tags(i wasn’t able to tag the italicized!): @toospicy-peppermint - @badbitsh13 - @hotshot-deserves-more-love - @bitcheekun - @songofcosplay - @magical-spit - @stxrtreatment - @kxssiewrites - @captain-lovemeplease - @myangelarcade - @goldenrunaway

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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A Random Survey Inspired By My Tweets Created by Guia from scyphozoan

1) How are you doing in this time of COVID19? Do you personally know anyone who is not taking COVID19 seriously? Well, now I’m a real hermit crab because I only leave the house literally once a month for my doctor appointments. Pre-Covid I spent most of my time at home, but I got out more compared to this. It’s been a stressful and scary time to say the least. However, a lot of people have been hit hard and seriously affected by this in different ways, so much more than me, and it’s heartbreaking. And yes, I have some cousins who aren’t taking it seriously at all. They’re still going out all the time, partying with large groups of people, and just going about life as normal.

2) What do you think of TikTok? Have you jumped on it yet? Why or why not? I love TikTok. I don’t make them, but I watch a lot of it. There’s a real wholesome side to it that I really enjoy.

3) What game have you gone back to playing or missed playing because of this time of self-quarantining? There hasn’t been any.

4) How internet-savvy are your parents? Can you think of time(s) when they surprised you with what they know (i.e. memes, platforms, emoji uses, etc.)? My dad has a Facebook, he browses and shops some online (though he often asks me to do it), and I think he watches YouTube, but that’s about it. He often asks my brother and I for help with something. In fact, I handle all his online billing for him. He’s not hip with memes and whatnot. I was surprised when he mentioned TikTok once haha. As for my mom, she’s a lot better at it. She has Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Snapchat. She likes to spend a lot of time watching videos on Facebook. She likes sending Snaps to her friends. She texts a lot and uses emojis and Bitmojis and all that. She’s familiar with memes and whatnot. She does her own online billing and shopping. She only asks for help with something now and then.

5) What is your favorite foreign cuisine? What is your favorite food/dish from that cuisine? Italian. I’m a pasta gal. I used to really love Mongolian BBQ, Chinese, and Mexican, but not as much anymore because a lot of what I liked was spicy and I can’t eat spicy foods anymore. :( Mongolian BBQ was my absolute favorite, but I used to load it up with spicy stuff and sauces. I still eat Mexican and Chinese, but it’s not the same. I miss adding hot sauce and hot chili oil to everything.

6) What is an electronic gadget that you’ve had for more than 5 years? Would you say it was worth your money? Do you plan on replacing it any time soon? My laptop, phone, and TV are all less than 5 years old. I do want to upgrade my phone because it’s the XR and in tech world that is considered old.

7) What TV show would you say you’ve re-watched more than two times? Are you re-watching anything now? I’ve seen all of Roseanne (its original run, not the reboot) and The Golden Girls numerous times. I started to re-watch Sister Sister recently.

8) Do you remember the moment when you started feeling alarmed by the development of the COVID19? How did your life change since? Back in March when the lockdown stuff started happening. That’s when shit got real. Like I mentioned earlier, I don’t go anywhere now except for my once a month doctor appointments.

9) What viral video/meme last made you furious or annoyed? Hm. I can’t think of one at the moment that made me furious or annoyed.

10) When was the last time you woke up feeling pumped and determined to have a great day? How did that day unfold for you? Uhhhh. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up feeling like that to be perfectly honest. Certainly not in the last few years. I’ve just never been like a super optimistic, positive person. Well, not when it comes to myself anyway. I am for other people. I don’t know, man. I don’t wake up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the day. It’s definitely been the worst the past few years with my severe lack of energy and motivation, but even before. I did used to have more energy and I actually had motivation once upon a time, but.. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. Like, I didn’t set out to have a bad day, but I wasn’t so... gung-ho either. Now I’m just grumpy and moody.

11) Do you use e-mail a lot at work? If so, what are your biggest e-mail pet peeves? If not, what mundane task do you do on a regular basis at work and what do you dislike about it? I don’t have a job.

12) What hobby or interest of your significant other do you have ZERO interest in? What about something you actually think might be fun or something you actually picked up thanks to them? If you don’t have an SO, you can think of a relative or friend as an example instead. My dad is obsessed with sports, which I have zero interest in.

13) Do you use Uber? If so, how often do you use it or cabs in general? Have you ever had an awkward moment with a cab driver? I’ve only used Uber a few times and it was during my vacation at the start of this year. I’ve only taken a cab a few times as well.

14) If you are employed, what would you say are the best and worst parts of your company’s culture. If you don’t work, what would you say is the busiest part of your day? I don’t have a busiest part of my day, I do nothing.

15) What was the last craving you fulfilled? I had Wingstop for dinner and I got my white chocolate peppermint mocha from Starbucks as well, which I’ve had just about everyday since Starbucks released their holiday drinks. I’m obsessed.

16) Do you like stand-up comedy? Who are your favorites? When was the last time you remember discovering someone new that you actually liked? I find Kevin Hart to be funny.

17) Have you ever felt affected by the death of a celebrity or public figure? If so, who? Do you remember when you found out and what was your reaction to it? Yeah, there’s been a few. For example, Ryan Dunn’s death was crazy. I had been really into Jackass and the guys for a long time and it was just really sad.

18) What positive affirmation do you need to give yourself right now? Uhhh.

19) How often do you get headaches? What are usually the cause(s)? What are your go-to remedies for it? What was the worst headache you’ve ever had? I get tension headaches a few times a month. I used to get them more often in high school. I can’t take aspirin and stuff like Advil and Ibuprofen don’t do shit for my headaches. Tylenol definitely doesn’t, which I don’t take anyway because it has acetaminophen and the pain medication I take regularly does as well and it’s not good to take too much of that. So, the only thing I can do is a cold washcloth over my eyes and sleep.

20) What was the last purchase you regret making? What about it that made it regrettable? How about the last purchase that you found absolutely worth your buck? The face masks I recently ordered because they’re way too thin. As for worthwhile purchases, I’ve done pretty well with my Christmas shopping. I’ve found good deals. And I just love buying gifts for my family, so that makes it worth it in itself.

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cupidmarwani-archive · 4 years

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Conspiracy (5/10)

“Thank you for meeting me.”

TK doesn’t respond, instead biting on the straw of his boba. It’s a weird place to meet to talk about a murder investigation, but if this is what it takes for TK to help him, Carlos supposes it’ll have to do. He’s fairly sure still that TK is involved somehow, but he’s banking on the man’s guilt to get some help. There’s something in the slant of his shoulders that says he knows something, and just needs a little encouragement to give it up.

“I was hoping you could call Mateo for me.”

Whatever response he expected, it wasn’t for TK to narrow his eyes and tilt his head to the side, almost as if he doesn’t understand the question. “Because…?”

“He could be helpful for the investigation, but not if I get in touch with him directly. He’s scared, relies on the rest of your firehouse to talk for him.”

“Oh, this is about my dad’s murder?”

He takes a long, annoying sip of his boba, chewing thoughtfully at the pearls that come up through the straw. It’s terrifying how calm he is. But there’s something about it that maybe gets Carlos’ attention, too; he wants to hold TK and take away whatever pain led him to this point, but also finally get a confession from those cherry red lips. Instead, he watches TK enjoy the tea and watch Carlos carefully.

“What else would it be about?”

“I dunno.” TK shrugs. “I’m not going to help you.”

They just watch each other for a moment. Sharing gazes. Waiting for the other one to say something, give in. This is the world’s most intricate game of chess and TK thinks he’s winning just because Carlos hasn’t figured it all out yet. But this is a long game, and the more defensive he is, the more guilty he seems. It’s almost undoubted that TK was involved. It’s just not proven yet.

“If you just talk to me, I can help you, TK. I know something happened to you, and that’s extenuating circumstances,” Carlos reminds him. “Just tell me why, or what happened.”

“Make me.”

He smirks a little, satisfied with himself, and pulls out his wallet to pay for his boba.

“You should just let it go, okay? No one’s gonna talk to you. And he deserved what he got.”

When TK walks away, Carlos is powerless to stop him. He has nothing but vague implications of guilt. However, he has more proof that the 126 did this, even if it’s not quite concrete. He needs to get in contact with Mateo, and whispers a little prayer as he dials the kid’s number. If TK called, it would be easy. Now, he’s not sure if this means Mateo will show up with another member of the firehouse, and if so, how aggressive they’ll get. Carlos hasn’t figured out yet if any of them would go so far as to get rid of him for investigating, and if he’s lucky, he won’t ever find out.

“Who is this?”

“Hey, Mr. Chavez,” Carlos says. He’s got his fingers crossed under the table. “It’s Detective Reyes. I was hoping we could talk?”

“I…”

Carlos watches TK get into an Uber, all too aware that he’s being watched as well. “No one on your team has to know. I just want to ask you a few questions alone, that’s all.”

“I don’t think I’m supposed to talk to you.”

“No one has to know. Where can we meet to talk?”

The other line clicks, indicating Mateo has hung up. No luck. He probably would have if TK had just cooperated. That’s not the case, though, and it’s almost like he’s dealing with the mafia at this point. No one turns because they’re all too close, too loyal, and practically indoctrinated into the group. Perhaps he should look at it like that. Organized crime, or a cult. Something bad happened. There’s victims there. He just has to make them feel safe enough to open up.

He texts Mateo a safe, neutral, non-suspicious location. Some bar, just far enough from Station 126 to feel safe but distanced, and an invitation to talk to him. A promise that Mateo won’t be hurt. That it’s just talking.

While there’s no response, he still makes plans to take Tamin to the bar with him tonight and hope for the best. He pays for his own milk tea, which didn’t even taste that good in the first place, before going back to the precinct to wait the afternoon out. If he can’t turn Mateo, he might as well admit to his captain that he’s not good enough for this job. This is important, and he’s been trusted enough to take the case and help Officer Tamin cut her teeth on it.

The best he’s got is a hunch. Based on the analysis of the murder weapon, and the autopsy of the victim’s crime, one of the paramedics cut him open. Probably Michelle. She’s the angriest of the three, and she has a record from some guy named Dustin who put out a restraining order and accused her of stalking him. The scalpel matches the EMS issue, as well. But the castration wasn’t clean. That wasn’t done by one of the paramedics, but a firefighter. Marjan, maybe. She’s been nothing but agitated. Judd most likely held Captain Strand down while it all happened. As for who did the real damage of ripping out his organs, that could have been anyone. Even TK, his hands soaked up to the wrist in dark blood and his eyes blank, mouth half-smiling in the way it has the entire investigation.

“You could use a drink,” Officer Tamin says, pulling him from his thoughts. “While we’re at the bar tonight, I’ll buy you something.”

“Can’t drink while I’m on duty, and neither can you.”

She pouts but doesn’t argue with him. Instead, she hands him a crisp manila folder. “The official coroner’s report, by the way. His cause of death is homicide by exsanguination? He bled out, I think it means. But they did find more stuff on his body.”

“Like what?” he asks, even as he opens the file.

“Bruises on his upper arms, likely from being held down. They’re hand shaped. Coroner has a rough estimate of the size of the hands based on the bruises, if that helps. And he had a-” her face screws up. “Basically there was a bruise on his brain. Hit his head.”

“Possibly during the struggle,” Carlos fills in. The victim would have been struggling against the restraint and the attack. If he hit his head, or was hit in the head, it would have made the process easier. He’d be less capable of fighting back. “I have a theory, but no proof.”

Tamin plops down beside him and hands him his coffee as well. She’s got a good head on her shoulders.

“You have any ideas, Tamin?”

“Uh, kinda.”

Carlos nudges her arm in encouragement. “What’ve you got? Trust your gut.”

She’s hesitant, but after a few seconds, she chugs the remainder of her coffee and opens the case file in front of them, spreading out the photos of the 126. The worst thing that happens is she doesn’t have a plausible theory. Best case scenario, she could help him crack this case right open.

“First of all, I don’t think Mateo Chavez was involved,” she says, dragging his photo away from the others. “He didn’t seem to know that Captain Strand was going to die, and he’s upset by it. So he didn’t know. But he was allegedly with Paul Strickland.” Tamin places his picture with Mateo’s. “And Paul Strickland knew. So he probably was in charge of keeping Mateo as far from it all as possible, to protect him emotionally and legally. They both get an alibi.” Then she focuses on TK. “I think he knew. He let the killers into the apartment. He didn’t physically touch the victim, but he was part of the plot. One of the paramedics-” she pulls aside the photos of Michelle Blake, Gillian, and Rosewater, “cut him open. I think it was Michelle Blake’s idea. The charges got dropped, but I found an arrest on her record for assaulting that guy, Dustin, with a scalpel. She almost stabbed him. Judd Ryder and the other paramedics held him down.”

She leans back, seeming to be finished. It’s a good theory, and it fills in a lot of holes. It explains away Mateo’s reaction, the bruises on the victim’s legs, and how they all got in. There’s still some gaps, but it’s better than before, between Carlos’ theory and hers. “You’re right,” he says. “About Mateo and Paul. I’ll bring it up tonight.” She smiles as he adds, “You did good.”

@smileofthesun27 @skylark50 @heartofmarjan @chiefsheepbird @ebug2002 @proceduralpassion @cauldronbornkid

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years

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If I Can’t Have You // part 4

sorry it took long to bring this part, but im busy with exams and also had to rewrite about half of it because i hated how it turned out, but enjoy my loves!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

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Tens of scenarios run through Shawn’s head as he is on his way to Y/N’s place. He only had one beer so his thoughts are pretty clear as he is sitting in his Uber, impatiently staring out the window, counting the turns until the destination. That last text really just got him worried and he just wants to see that she is alright.

Once he arrives he runs up the stairs not bothering to wait for the elevator and hits the bell a bit too aggressively. When the door opens and a very tired looking, puffy eyed Y/N appears in front of him he feels like his soul is shattered.

Closing up the distance between then he just reaches out for her pulling her against his chest as her arms immediately wrap around his waist.

“I’m sorry if you had plans for tonight,” she mumbles into his shirt, secretly inhaling his scent deeply, something she’s been missing so much lately.

“It’s okay. I always have time for you,” he says, probably telling a little too much, but he doesn’t really care. He runs his fingers through her hair, giving her all the time she wants in his arms, only letting go of her when she does the same. When they finally end the hug Shawn gently closes the door behind him and they move to the living room, making themselves comfortable on the couch. She pulls he knees up to her chest hugging them with her arms as Shawn has an arm stretched behind her, waiting for her to speak up.

“I’m just… having the worst week and I don’t know where my head is,” she lets out a tired sigh closing her eyes. “I’ve been fucking everything up at work, I’m so behind with my projects and I keep forgetting stuff, I don’t know what I’m doing…”

“Have you been eating regularly?” he asks, concern all over his face. He couldn’t help but notice that she got slimmer since the last time he saw her. She looks away, knowing exactly that the answer won’t please him, but her look is already enough for him. “Y/N, you need to eat. I know you are busy, but if you keep skipping meals you are gonna faint. Did you eat dinner?”

“Um… I don’t remember,” she mumbles knowing well she did not, the last time she ate was around three o’clock and that wasn’t even a full meal either.

Shawn stands up without saying a word and walks over to the kitchen as she follows him with a curious gaze.

“What are you doing?” She asks when he starts opening the cabinets, grabbing different stuff from everywhere.

“I’m making you something to eat before you starve yourself,” he exclaims gathering everything he found on the counter.

She wanders over to him, her arms crossed on her chest as she watches him start making… whatever he has in mind.

“You really don’t have to, Shawn,” she tells him pushing herself up to the kitchen island while he is focusing on the ingredients.

“I don’t, but I want to. This is what I do for the people who are important to me.”

He was expecting some protesting from her or at least a denial comment on the last part, because this is what she has always done, made his statements about his feelings for her minor by denying their truthfulness, but this time she is completely silent. This is how he knows something is really off.

He decides to make some pancakes, that’s the fastest and easiest thing to make at the moment and in the meanwhile he makes her talk about things he knows she likes. He asks about if she saw any good movies lately, then they talk about books, he listens to her telling the entire plot of the latest book she read while flipping the pancakes. Then she asks him about music, his latest gigs and somehow they both forget about how they got there, they are just genuinely enjoying talking and listening to the other.

It’s past eleven when they are done with eating and Shawn finishes washing the dishes even though she asked him to leave it for her, he refused to leave a mess after him. Now they are lounging on the couch, enjoying some silence that is definitely not awkward. Shawn reaches to tug her hair behind her ears and she closes her eyes at his touch, almost aching for more.

His presence just changed all her feelings. Having him there made her feel safe and somehow more put together even though her whole week was a disaster. It makes her wonder if she did the worst thing last time when she went over to his place. She doesn’t want to stop seeing him, she doesn’t want to be in no contact with him, she definitely wants to know everything and be able to be around him as much as possible.

But they are living different lives and she has no idea how these two worlds can work together. He is a popstar, sold out tours and interviews are the normal every days for him while she has a regular job, far away from being anywhere in the spotlight and she doesn’t feel like she could take the attention and this is what breaks her heart.

Her head feels heavy, and her thoughts even heavier. Shawn’s warm touch on her ankle brings her back to reality, finding herself staring into his hazel eyes. A gaze she’s been looking for in everyone lately, but never found until now.

“How are you feeling?” he asks with a faint smile.

“Better,” she whispers returning the smile. “Thank you for coming over. I wasn’t expecting it especially after our last encounter.”

“To be honest, I had a second thought of keeping myself away from you when you texted, but… I couldn’t have done that.”

He thought seeing her would be painful, but the thought of her suffering was worse. Tonight brought him the feeling that after all she does need him and might have feelings for him. This is why there is not no regret in him for coming here.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, it wasn’t my intention.”

“Don’t be sorry for doing what felt right,” he tells her, not wanting to make her feel guilty even if that would work for his favor.

His company doubted everything she thought she was certain about. She really believed this thing with Shawn was just a momentary flame from her side, but the past’s events refuted this theory of hers. She very much needs him, but has no idea how to make everything she said right.

“It’s getting late,” Shawn sighs checking the time on his phone. “I have to head home. Will you be okay?”

She can’t help but feel disappointed that he needs to leave, but nods anyway. They leave the comfort of the couch as they head to the door.

“Call me, if you need something, okay?”

“Thanks,” she smiles faintly. He steps out to the hallway, but she calls after him once more.

“Shawn!”

He turns around, looking at her kindly. The words are right there on her tongue, waiting to roll off, but she hesitates.

“Can we meet sometime soon?” she asks hopefully. For a moment she feels like he’ll say no, but then a small smile appears on his lips.

“Sure. Text me tomorrow.”

She happily nods as she watches him leave. Closing the door she leans against it, sliding down to the floor and hugging her knees to her chest. She can’t decide what she is really feeling, but one thing is for sure. She definitely will text him tomorrow.

A few weeks ago it was impossible to imagine them going back to a place similar where they were before that talk, but they did. After Shawn’s late night visit they really kept their words and met up for lunch the next day, then dinner the day after, movie night, cooking together, all the things they did before.

It’s Saturday evening, Shawn convinced her to join him for a few drinks with a couple of friends. She said no straight away the first time he asked, feeling pretty anxious about meeting his friends for the first time. Shawn knew this might put a lot of pressure on her, but he assured her that it’s just a friendly gathering and managed to make her say yes.

Y/N is trying her best to not overthink the situation. It’s just a friendly evening, she keeps telling herself.

Brian, Andrew, Teddy, Eddy and Josiah are all there when they arrive. Shawn introduces everyone and Y/N is trying her best to chill down and just enjoy the evening. It gets easier when they all have the first round of drinks and she realizes these people are all nice and welcoming.

“Okay, next round is on me,” Y/N announces squeezing herself out of the booth. Teddy jumps to her feet as well.

“Let me help you,” she smiles joining her on her way to the bar. They order a beer for everyone and wait there while the bartender takes care of their order.

“So, I’m happy you came!” Teddy grins at her delightfully.

“Um, me too! I was a bit afraid, but… you all seem very nice,” she chuckles.

“I understand it’s a big step, but we all just want to see Shawn happy and I’m glad you two are working things out.”

“Big step?” Y/N asks furrowing her eyebrows.

“Shawn has been going on and on about you lately, he seems so happy and we are all rooting for you. I hope I’m not too forward, but he suffered so much before. I’m just glad that he is finally settling down at a place that’s so good for him mentally.”

“What exactly Shawn told you? About me,” she questions, feeling her heartbeat getting faster by the minute, but still not sure the real reason for that.

“He just told us about meeting you, and talking things out. Just generally being happy to be around you. I mean, I was waiting for you two to get together for so long, but in the past week you obviously worked things out, so that’s amazing! You are handling everything so well!”

Y/N stares ahead of her as the bar tender arrives with the drinks. Teddy asks him to put them on a tray while Y/N is still just standing there frozen, processing what she just heard.

“Hey, um… I need to go outside for a bit, can you handle the drinks?” Y/N asks her and she nods, but gives her a worried look.

“Everything alright?” she asks.

“Yeah, be right back,” she mumbles before leaving her alone at the bar, crossing the room and exiting the place.

Teddy arrives to the table with the drinks, giving everyone their beer, but Shawn looks around.

“Where is Y/N?”

She slides into the booth across Shawn and smiles at him.

“Oh, she said she needs to go outside a bit. Maybe she needs to make a call?” Shawn’s skin grows hot from anxiety, something is not right and he can feel it.

“What did you talk about at the bar?”

“Not much, I just told her I’m happy you two are making things work.” She takes a sip of her drink as Shawn stares at her in disbelief. “It’s great to see you two finally together.”

“We are not together!” he snaps angrily and the smile immediately vanishes from her lips.

“I-I didn’t… I didn’t know… I thought… But you went on dates and stuff, I really thought…”

“Well, you thought wrong!” Shawn groans jumping out of the booth in hopes of finding her outside.

Running outside he turns around several times, roaming the street with his eyes, looking for her figure anywhere, but she is nowhere to be seen. He frantically dials her number, but it goes straight to the voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. Leave me a message, I’ll call you back as soon as possible!” Her delightful voice informs Shawn who is gripping his phone so hard, the material is pushing into his fingers harshly.

“Y/N, please call me. I can explain everything, Teddy just misunderstood everything. Please, call me!” he begs in hope of hearing an answer on the other end, but there is only silence.

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walking-true-to-style · 5 years

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Long-Distance Short || B.H.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Warnings: some suggestive themes? Also there’s a lot of best friend! Joe in here. A little bit of swearing, Bryan Singer is mentioned a few times

Words: 4.53K

Gender: Unspecified

Request: Anonymous

“Hello my love! I saw your post about ideas and I'm jonesing for something Ben Hardy related. Whether that be a domestic!au (like buying a house or cooking together (that fluffy shit)) or maybe something friggin whack like he's Joe Mazzello's roommate and you and Joe are friends and there's ~animosity~ with the reader and Ben and it ends in a fuck fest for them. Anywhomst, love you and keep up the good work! :) “

Synopsis: You and Ben have been in a long-distance relationship for a while now. You in New York living with your best friend, Joe, and Ben living in England. Things mostly worked until he started communicating less and less. Joe offers for you to take a “me-day” and you manage to have an okay time. Little do you know the surprise waiting for you later in the evening.

A/N: So I sorta took liberties, but I hope you like it!

You first met Ben on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. You were in charge of hair and makeup, and you had Joe to thank for recommending you. When you first met Ben, you could not take your eyes off him. How could you? He looked like a god and had a golden personality to match. He was very sweet, though, he seemed a little high maintenance in terms of his looks. Every few takes, he would ask you to touch him up slightly, whether it be a misplaced hair in the wig or just simply powdering him. “Ben, you look fine, let’s keep rolling!” Bryan would bark from his chair. Ben would look at you nervously. You’d smile reassuringly at him and turn to Singer.

“It’s alright. I’ll be fast about it.” You’d walked over to Ben and powdered him lightly. Honestly, you didn’t see anything wrong with the makeup, thinking he may have just been insecure about it, but later on you started to catch on to his little diva charade. You kept playing along as well. To Ben, every bit of close proximity left his mind reeling. He felt like a schoolboy around you, and he didn’t understand why.

“Thanks, (y/n).” he’d always say.

“It’s my job to make sure you boys look your best.” you assured him. “Though, you definitely don’t take much work in that department.”

The flirtatious remark left you both a dusty shade of pink.

Each time he finished a take, he would start to look to you for approval. You’d give him a thumbs up, which made him relax a lot more. He found himself growing more and more attracted to you over the course of the shoot. However, he was hesitant to ask you out. Seeing you so close to Joe, he felt a pang of jealousy. It caught him completely off guard when you asked him on a proper date, away from everyone else.

“What about you and Joe?” he stammered. You stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. Furrowing your brows you echo back, “What… About me and Joe?” Ben cocked his head to one side, knitting his brows together to match yours. “Aren’t you two together?” he asks rather sheepishly. You snort at his question.

“Oh GOD, no! He’s been my best friend since we met on the Pacific while I was interning! He’s basically my brother.” A wave of relief rushed over Ben hearing upon this.

That night after shooting, he took you to a quaint little pub just outside London for a drink. Though it was not quite your scene, you felt more comfortable in his presence. You loved seeing him being his authentic self, chatting about his athletic career, his love for his dog, the experience learning the drums… However, he seemed more interested in learning about you. He almost seemed to be studying what you said, as if you were going to assign some pop quiz at the end of the date.

“What brought you to working on BoRhap?” he asked.

“Well, as you know, Joe and I met while working on The Pacific. We became really good friends, went on one date-”

Ben’s eyes flickered for a moment, jealousy evident. You rolled your eyes in amusement.

“ONE date. Don’t worry, Ben!” you chuckled. “Like I said, he’s like my brother now. I wouldn’t in my wildest dreams think of dating him.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed at your words. You squeezed his hand across the table.

“Trust me, I like seeing you much better.”

Ben nodded, and you continued on with your explanation. Joe begged to have you on the team because you were recently out of a job. Singer seemed to like you enough to let you stay, remarking the “fine work you did with the blood and gashes.” He said it in an almost deriding manner, but at least you got the job with Joe.

The night went on with you both talking comfortably. You talked so long, in fact, that the bartender had to ask you to leave because the pub was closing so soon. Ben helped you gather your things and offered to pay for the Uber you both took back to where you were staying with Joe. As you neared your hotel room, you turned back to him with a smile.

“I had a lotta fun with you, Ben. Thanks for everything tonight.” Ben nodded, a blush creeping over his gorgeous features.

“I did too.” he replied nervously. Without thinking, you planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He looked somewhat astonished at the action.

“I wasn’t ready.” he blurted. You laughed at him and watched him grow a little more red. He rubbed the back of his neck, still not looking at you. Gingerly, you set a hand to his cheek and turn his face toward you. “You ready now?”

He licked his lips and nodded. You both leaned in slowly, hot breath fanning over one another’s faces before your lips touch. Bolts of electricity shot through both of you as your mouth moved onto his sweetly. He snakes an arm around the small of your back, his nervous demeanor melting away. As you part, breathing slightly ragged, you ask if he would like to come in. Of course, he obliged and you open the door. You flicked on the lights, and there was Joe sitting in the dark.

“So you decided to bring him home, huh?” he smirks at you. You stared at him, unsure of what to say. “Don’t worry, mate. I won’t be long.”

And not long he was before he had you wrapped around his finger. Though, that night was the start of a great relationship; Every weekend, you’d explore the city you were shooting in together, taking in the culture around you. During shooting, if he was on break, you two were laughing with the rest of the cast. Joe couldn’t help but make jokes about you two being so close, and, honestly, they were warranted; you two were always touching in some way, whether it be holding hands, gentle touches, or even just sitting on his lap. You both had fallen hard and fast with one another, but it was for the absolute best.

When Ben wrapped for the final time on set, you knew you had to say your goodbyes before the award season began. He promised to text every day, and call when he could. For the most part, he kept to it. It led to many late-night, early-morning calls on both ends, but you made it work. It was during one of your late-night calls that he had said that he loved you for the first time. During award shows, you were practically connected at the hip. He always brought you as his plus one. Occasionally, one of you would take a trip to see the another when your busy schedules were cleared. However, the award season came to a close and suddenly things fell apart a bit, bringing you to this morning. You sit with Joe at the table, staring blankly at your bowl, swirling your silverware around.

“Is…. Everything alright?” Joe inquires. You look up to your housemate and sigh.

“I’m alright.” you tell him, a sense of defeat lurks in the tone of your voice. Joe knows better, though.

“You’ve been playing with your breakfast for, like, fifteen minutes now, (y/n). Obviously somethings up.” he tells you pointedly. You deflate, knowing you can’t hide anything from Joe. You set down your silverware and take a swig of water to calm the lump forming in your throat. You set down the glass and sit back in the chair, rubbing your tired eyes. “It’s just,” you begin, then pressing your lips together to form the words. “It’s Ben, I guess?” Joe cocks his head to one side.

“Ben? What’s going on between you two?” Joe sets down the tea he’s been nursing all morning. You shake your head and shrug, eyebrows raising. “I don’t know. He’s just… been so distant lately. He’s hardly called, or texted or, hell, even sent like a photo to let me know he’s okay!” Your words spill out more swiftly as you talk. You clench your jaw to will away tears that dare to prick your eyes. It wasn’t evident until now how much this has been bothering you. Sure, you understand he’s busy, and long distance relationships are difficult, especially with time zone differences. However, you find yourself talking less and less each day, and when you ask if everything is okay, he always brushes you off with some new excuse.

“Oh, it was just a long day, I suppose. I fell asleep early.”

“It’s nothing, love, I’m fine.”

Bullshit.

You hate to come to the worst assumption, but, at this point, what can you do? He could have anyone in the world, and you fear that he’ll come to know that. That is, if he hasn’t already. You choke out a sob, sinking further into this paranoia. Joe comes around to you and wraps you in a hug. You bury your face into his shoulder, grasping his arm. Your tears leave spots on Joe’s, but he does not mind. He simply holds you tighter, rubbing your back tenderly.

“You know as well as I do Ben loves you. He was head over heels since day one! I doubt he’s going anywhere.” Joe assures you. You sniffle and hic a little while longer.

“Long distance relationships can be hard, but you two have made it work for over a year and a half now!”

“I know… I’m just scared.” you choke out. Joe nods, still rubbing your back. “I know you are. It’s going to be ok, though. Take today to go out and relax ok? I know how much you need it.” he pulls away to look at you, still holding your shoulders. A caring smile plays on his lips. You nod. You really do need some time to yourself after the week you’ve had worrying over everything. Though, you really wish Ben would come with you.

You force down the rest of your breakfast and get ready. You decide a walk downtown would be a great way to clear your head. As you come back into the main room, Joe hands you your coat. “Stay safe, alright? I wish I could come with you, but I have some work I gotta do.” Joe hugs you tightly and you reciprocate.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be okay on my own.” you separate, and you slip on the coat to head out. Once you’re gone Joe whips out his phone.

You decide to weave in and out of shops in the downtown district. You even manage to buy yourself some new boots, seeing as yours were already on their last legs- literally. You pull on your new boots, setting your old ones into the box. Afterward, you go into the library to pick up a book to read. You figure reading will definitely help you get your mind off things. As you enter, the smell of dust and old books hits your nostrils. It’s peaceful and quiet, if not just a little stuffy. You make your way to your section of choice and scan through the countless books sitting on the old, wooden shelves. Once you find the one that best strikes your fancy, you make your way to the register. The clerk checks you out, and you thank them. You then set out to find a place to read outside, given that the weather was very pleasant for the first time in months.

After perhaps a half hour of walking, you find yourself at a small park. A street performer plays some version of “Bohemian Rhapsody” he seems to have made up on the spot. You give him some change nonetheless. He nods his head, signalling is gratitude.

‘Seems like I just can’t escape.’ you think bitterly. Still, you watch him for some time before settling on a bench to read.

You must have dozed off for the last hour because the sun was suddenly setting and you had three missed calls from Joe. You call him back immediately, realizing how long you’ve been gone.

“There you are!” Joe answers the phone giddily. “Hey. Sorry, I meant to check in sooner, but I think I fell asleep?” you chew your lip slightly.

“No worries. Are you doing any better?” there is concern laced in his voice.

“I’m… doing better, I guess. What’s going on? I saw you called, like, three times.” “Oh, yeah.” Joe chuckles over the line. “No pressure to come home immediately, but I have a slight surprise for you!” you can practically see him grinning like an idiot through the phone. You cock a brow in suspicion.

“What’s going on?” you chuckle.

“You’ll have to wait until you come home!” his tone has singsong quality.

“Okay, okay. I’ll be back soon. See ya.”

You hang up and gather your things. You decide Uber would probably be your best bet to get home. The driver attempts to make small-talk. However, you aren’t exactly paying attention, only offering short, preoccupied answers. The entire drive, you fidget, trying to think of what the surprise could be. Since it’s Joe, it could be literally anything. You pray he didn’t adopt some animal while you were out in an attempt to make you feel better; you both really don’t have the time to take care of one. Maybe he bought something. He knows you’d fight him about it, though. You are completely in the dark.

After what feels like an eternity, your home comes into view. You thank the driver and head in. You open the door, greeted by an unusual silence.

“Joe? I’m back!” you call from the front door. You drop your house key in the bowl on the table by the door and set your coat on the back of the couch. Joe pokes his head out from the kitchen and smiles at you. “Hey!” he comes up and gives you a hug. Stepping back he gives you a once-over.

“Those are new.” he says, looking at your boots. You twist your leg a little to show off the shoes more.

“They are, yeah.”

“I like ‘em!.”

“Thank you!” there is a beat in the conversation before you look back to him.

“So… what’s the surprise?” you ask him. His eyebrows raise, his eyes widening to follow suit.

“Right!” he begins to get hyper. “Go upstairs and change into something nice! I’m driving you somewhere!” you look at him quizzically, but he simply ushers you to your room to change.

You decide on some black pants, a nice shirt and slip on a necklace that Ben had given you on your first anniversary. Generally, you only wear it for special occasions.You would wear it every day if you could, but it’s too far precious, and you’re afraid to lose it.

You play with your hair until you’re satisfied with it and head back to Joe who is sitting back on the couch texting. He looks back at you as you enter and jokingly gives you a whistle.

“You look HOT!” he laughs. You smirk and roll your eyes at him playfully.

“Whatever, Maz!”

Joe gets up and grabs his car keys and coat. You grab your coat again as well. “You ready?”

“I suppose?” You walk out, the new chill breezing through you. You get into the car, and he flips on the radio. You both jam out, singing terribly off-key to the songs that come on. It helps you feel better to be with your best friend. After some time, you find yourselves in the more upscale part of the city. “Joe, where are we going?” you turn back to him. He has a grin on his face and is practically vibrating in his seat.

“Well….” he starts, pulling up to a parking spot. “I know you’ve been working really hard, and you’ve been stressed about a lot… so….” you begin walking toward a fancy restaurant. “So you’re taking me out to a fancy dinner?” you jump the gun a bit. Joe bites the inside of his cheek.

“Well, I’m not. I’m just your ride, but-”

“Ben!?” you spot a familiar figure standing outside. His blond hair is slicked back, and he is wearing black slacks and a white button up shirt. He looks up at you and his mouth gapes slightly. All your worries melt away as you run to your boyfriend excitedly, leaving Joe behind. “(y/n). Oh my god, I missed you. You look amazing. I- oof!” he gasps as you jump into his arms, causing him to stumble backward a bit. He spins you around, before setting you down and enveloping you in the sweetest kiss, both of you exchanging “I love yous” and “I miss yous” over and over. Tears you were not aware of begin to fall down your cheeks. He cups your face with one hand, rubbing them away with his thumb. You part, setting a hand on Ben’s chest. His heart beats rapidly, full of adrenaline.

“He’s the one taking you out.” Joe laughs, trotting up to the two of you. You look between the two men in shock. “You mean- you knew this whole time?” you stare wide-eyed. He looks at you somewhat sheepishly and chuckles.

“Dude, I was CRYING this morning, what the hell!?” you shove him lightly, though a smile still stays plastered to your face.

“I know, I know! I’m sorry. It took so much not to say anything, but Ben wanted this to be a surprise.” you give Joe a giant hug.

“I forgive you- for now, but you’re doing dishes the next week!” you laugh at him, tears still falling from your eyes.

“Fiiiine.” Joe laughs. “Now stop crying, you two have a fancy dinner to eat!” You nod and take Ben’s hand. He gives it a squeeze, and say your goodbyes to Joe before heading in.

You almost feel under-dressed by how beautiful this place is. It’s easily a 5-star restaurant, and you’re afraid to even know what the prices are. Everyone is dressed up as far as you can see, the table linen is stark white and each table is illuminated by candles. The hostess smiles at the two of you as you walk up to the podium “Hello, welcome. Do you have a reservation?” she asks. Ben nods. “Under Hardy?” he states. You both exchange loving glances as the hostess checks you in. “Of course, right this way.” you follow her to a more secluded part of the restaurant. It’s much quieter and you have a lovely view of the city outside. However, the view across from you is more breathtaking than any city skyline. You sit down, and the hostess summons a waiter to your table before leaving. He sets down glasses of ice water and bread as an appetizer. Neither of you order drinks, though. You both want to be as sober as possible and remember this night.

“So you have some explaining to do, mister.” you tell him before taking a sip of the ice water. Ben averts his gaze for a moment but quickly returns to you.

“Right, first I’m really sorry about it. Joe told me what happened-”

“I forgive you. You’re here and that’s all that matters.” you cut him off. He sighs, relieved.

“I wanted to keep it a secret, but I was afraid of telling you at every turn that I thought it would be better to just avoid it altogether, I suppose.” you nod, smirking. “Aren’t you an actor? One would think you’d be better at this.” you joke. Ben laughs at your response, nodding in agreement.

“One would think.” “So, then what was it that you’ve been avoiding me for?”

Ben shifts his gaze away again, biting his cheek momentarily. He searches for the words to tell you. You lean forward a bit in anticipation. His cheeks grow rosy from nerves, but you squeeze his hand assuringly, which gives him the strength to look back at you. “(y/n), we’ve been together a very long while. People said long distance would be difficult, but we’ve made it work this long.” he begins. You nod at him, a loving gaze filling your eyes. “I love you so much, and I want to be able to see you every day. It’s been bloody agonizing trying to keep this from you, but I want to finally ask you. Will you move in with me? Obviously it’s a big decision. I wanted to ask you before finding somewhere, but I want more than anything to be able to wake up to you every morning, to have meals with you every day, and sleep beside you every night. All I need is to know you’re on board with me.” New tears stream from your eyes and you nod intensely, throwing your hands over your mouth to keep back a loud sob. Ben grins, and his eyes go misty as well. He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles softly.

“I love you, (y/n). So much.” he tells you, looking deeply in your years. You take your other hand from your lips, regaining your composure, smiling like an idiot. “I love you too, Ben.”

The rest of the night goes very well. The food is heavenly, and you are both treated like absolute royalty while dining. As both of you eat, you look at different locations that he had picked previously, both in the states and in the UK. You decide together on a town home in London as well as a nicer apartment in New York, not terribly far from where you and Joe currently live together. It likely isn’t wise to decide without seeing both properties first, but you’re more than ecstatic to begin your new life with Ben, even if you’re going to miss living with Joe.

Once the bill comes, Ben swipes it from you before you even have a chance to look at it. You pout, earning a chuckle from Ben. “Don’t worry about it, love. I’ve set enough aside for this. You don’t have to pay anything for it.” you nearly cry for the fourth time when he says this. As you head out, Joe picks you both back up. “I assume you’re staying with Ben tonight?” he asks you through the rear-view mirror. You’re cuddled up to Ben in the back seat exchanging kisses every so often.

“If that’s okay.” you giggle at him. He playfully rolls his eyes, but he is very happy to see you feeling so much better after the last few weeks.

“Any places you both like?”

You both tell Joe excitedly about the two places you’ve both fallen in love with. He secretly hopes you stay close, but he knows you’ll make the right choice with either home.

As you all pull up to the hotel Ben is staying at, you thank Joe profusely for everything. You then go arm in arm with Ben to his hotel room for further “catching up”.

Within a few months comes the day you and Ben move in together. After looking at both locations, you decide to stay in the states in the New York apartment in the city. It is a beautiful home with room for Frankie and several very lovely neighbors. It’s well insulated from the bustling city as well. Joe helps both of you settle into the new place as well. Ben had moved in a week prior to make things as great as they possibly can for you.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay and help build anything?” Joe asks you.

“No, you’ve done more than enough! But feel free to drop by again around 7 or 8 for dinner!”

Joe smiles and shrugs.

“I think your first meal in your new home should be the two of you. Just remember to invite me to the housewarming party!”

“Of course, dude! You’re the first person on my list!” you laugh at him. The conversation silences for just a moment.

“I’m gonna miss you at home, (y/n).” he says hugging you for the final time before heading out. You hug him back and place a kiss on his cheek. “I’m only two hours away, Joe. Come visit us any time, okay? And we’ll be over too.” you promise. He nods to you and gives Ben a hug as well.

“You better take better care of (y/n) than you did to me!” he mocks Ben. Ben chuckles at him and puts an arm around your shoulder, looking at you with admiration. “I will, mate. I promise.”

And with that, your life with Ben begins.

Bonus: “No, it definitely goes here.” Ben says, attempting to screw in a leg for the new table. You laugh at him and look at the instructions again. It’s only been a few hours since Joe left, and you two are beginning to build the furniture you bought during the week.

“Ben, my love, that’s definitely an H screw. The legs need a B screw. Look.” You show him the instructions and he grows rosy. “That’s definitely a B screw!” he scoffs playfully at you.

“This table will B-screwed up if you use that H screw, babe.” you chuckle. He holds you closely and kisses you on the temple. “I’ll forgive you for that terrible joke.” he smiles at you. You kiss him softly on the lips, cupping his warm cheeks in the process.

After another hour of squabbling and drilling, the table is finally built.

“That took much longer than expected.” you snort. Ben nods.

“Hungry? I can cook us something if you’d like.” you offer.

“Definitely. Do you need any help?” he asks you, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Just keep me company?” he obliges and you both head into the kitchen area. He opens his phone and turns on Queen music, both of you singing and reliving the days of shooting the movie. “Love of my Life” turns on, and Ben holds you from behind, swaying to the melody of Brian’s guitar.

“Smells amazing, love.” he says to you, kissing your neck sweetly. You smile down at the meal your preparing. It isn’t a masterpiece, but it’s the first meal you two will have together in your new home. You managed to follow a recipe for vegetable paella online relatively well. “It’s just about done. Can you set the table, Ben?” you ask him. He kisses your cheek one more time and goes to set your new plates down as well as silverware and glasses.

You come out of the kitchen, placing the food at the center of the table. You both serve yourselves, Queen still playing in the background. Ben takes a bite of the paella and practically moans from satisfaction. “This is bloody amazing, (y/n). You did a brilliant job!” he tells you through a mouthful of food. You laugh at him and thank him. You take a bite as well, mentally patting yourself on the back for the great job you did.

The rest of dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence, both of you taking in one another’s presence. Frankie sat beneath you, hoping you’d drop even a morsel of food. You give the dog a pat on the head and she huffs.

After dinner, you both settle on the couch Ben and Joe put together before you moved in and watched something on TV. You cuddle up against his chest, his arm slumped over you. Your body relaxes as Ben runs his fingers through your tousled hair, and your vision grows hazy. A sudden sleepiness from the day washes over you and your eyes drift shut. Ben begins to fall asleep too and you both stay there for the night.

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Chapter 4: The Woman In The Way

Reader is confronted by Finn who wonders where she has been. He invites her to dinner to meet his new girlfriend. How well could this go?

Warnings: This chapter introduces Cathy Kelley. THIS IS FICTION, everything depicted here is made up for the sake of the story.

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Until the day I die I'll spill my heart for you, for you Until the day I die I'll spill my heart for you

I hopped down from my chin up bar. On the weekends I worked out at home in my gym I outfitted in my garage. It was simplistic but had everything I needed. A bench, free weights, a cable system, chin up bar and interlocking mats that covered the floor. I had weight balls, resistance bands, jump ropes, pretty much anything I needed for making the most of my workouts here.

To be honest, it was hard to use the gym at work recently. I still love my job, but when I get there I usually run right up to my office. I didn’t want to see him. He was still in the area pretty frequently since he was still rehabbing, but I’ve been avoiding him. I stopped taking as many of his calls, I avoided going downstairs at the PC, I ignored some of his texts, as many as I could get away with. I didn’t know what to say to him. I was devastated. I’m not even sure why. We never made anything official. We never talked about how we felt, so why couldn’t he go find someone else. There was nothing keeping him from doing it.

“Who you mad at”

I stopped wiping my face with my towel and looked up facing the wall. You, I thought, what the hell is he doing here? He just shows up here unannounced now? This isn’t helping with my ignoring game. Just turn around Y/N, just turn around and put that fake ass smile on your face.

“What makes you think I’m mad?” I turned around slowly to face him. My breath hitched in my throat. I haven’t seen him in person in months. I studied his face for a minute. He was the same he always was, maybe even more handsome if that was even possible.

“You only workout to this music when you’re pissed and taking it out on your workouts” He chuckled at the thought.

“I’m fine, what are you doing here” I cut off his laugh with a sharp tone.

“I miss you, you barely talk to me, you avoid me at the PC, I knew you’d be here so I had to just take a chance and come by” He explained as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, unsure of how I would react.

“Well, I’m just trying to give you and your girlfriend some space” I spat out while I turned around back to my cables. I shouldn’t have said that. why the hell did you say that Y/N, we were playing stupid to the situation and now you just threw it out there? But those pictures... they were enough confirmation to know it was real. At least for me.

More pictures had surfaced. Pictures of them at basketball games together in Brooklyn, of them together backstage at events. I’ve even heard rumors that he lives part-time with her in Brooklyn.

“Oh, well that’s insane Y/N. Just because I’m dating someone doesn’t mean I don’t have time for my best friend”

He said it. He just confirmed my worst nightmare. Dating. He’s dating her. Does he tell her he loves her too? Or was that just something he told girls he never intended to pursue.

“Well I know sometimes girlfriends don’t like when girl friends are still hanging around,” I said back, in a tone barely audible. I tried not to let him know I was completely crushed.

“Well, I want you around Y/N. You’re my best friend, anyone who can’t get behind that isn’t worth having around. Why don’t you give her a chance to know you? Maybe we could go out to dinner tonight. I can call Sami if you want so it isn’t awkward” He suggested.

Oh yeah, because that's what I want. To sit across from the guy I’m crazy about and listen to his girlfriend blabber on all night while he smiles and laughs at her stupid jokes

But I didn’t say that. I didn’t say anything. I just nodded my head and gave him the fakest half-hearted smile I could muster.

“I’ll text you the details after I talk to Sami,” He said as he came closer to me. He pulled me in and hugged me. God, I missed his hugs, being in his arms was my favorite place to be. He always smells so good. I want to stay like this forever.

But we didn’t, he dropped the hug and turned and walked out of my garage. I watched him walk away as a tear welled up in my eye. Was it from sadness or anger, I wasn’t sure. But I knew one thing. I was not looking forward to tonight.

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My doorbell rang around 7.

“Be right there!” I yelled towards the door as I hurried down the stairs. It was Sami. He grabbed us an uber and was here to pick me up. I unlocked the door and opened it.

“Hey, you” I smiled at Sami. I missed him, besides Fergal he was my closest friend. But he was called up to the main roster a while ago and he travels a lot more now. It’s a huge treat when he’s back in town and we always try to make the best of it.

“Get over here you beautiful woman” He smiled back and pulled me into a huge hug. He gave the best hugs a girl could ask for when her heart is broken into a million pieces. “I missed you Y/N/N”

“I missed you too bud” I needed this. I needed my friend to just give me a hug and make me forget for a second what I am about to be put through. I was not happy about this situation, but Finn is my best friend even through all of this and I missed him more than anything. If going to this dinner meant seeing him, it was worth it.

Sami pulled back and grabbed my hand “Give me a little spin, let’s see what we’re going to make Ferg jealous with tonight”

I smirked. Did he know? There’s no way he knew how I felt about Finn. I never told anyone.

“You don't play it off well Y/N/N. But don’t worry, I didn’t spill your secret to him” Sami assured me.

I didn’t know what to say to him. I almost felt relieved that someone knew how hard this would be for me, but I also felt so dumb. Was it written all over my face?

I gave a quick spin for Sami. He was always so proud to have me on his arm. He wasn’t interested in me that way at all, but he still loved to show me off.

“Damn, yeap this will do” Sami said while extending his arm for me to grab as he leads me towards the uber.

“Thanks, Sami. Thank you for coming tonight. I don’t think I could do this without you” I thanked Sami as I gave his arm a light squeeze.

Sami looked over at me and smiled.

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When we pulled up to the front of the restaurant Sami quickly got out so he could come around and open my door. So chivalry isn’t dead I joked to myself. I stepped out and again returned my hand to Sami’s arm as he led the way in. I looked up at the sign Kres Chophouse damn this place is pricey. He must really be trying to impress her, it’s far from the dive bars we used to spend hours laughing in.

Sami checked in with the hostess and we were led towards the table that the happy couple was already waiting at. I took a deep breath, squeezed Sami’s arm slightly and tried to ready myself for this moment.

When we got to the table Sami was, of course, the first to greet everyone, as he usually is. He shook Finn’s hand and gave Cathy a hug. Cathy wasn’t new to anyone in the WWE. She is a backstage interviewer for NXT and does a lot of their on-air announcements for social media. I looked at my competition for the evening. She had the biggest smile I had ever seen on someone, full of big bright white teeth. She was tall, taller than me at least, she was flawless. I turned to give Finn a hug and gave Cathy one of those hugs where you really just want to throw up during it. But, I was here because Ferg wanted me to, so I had to play nice.

“Have you guys been here long?” Sami finally broke the awkward silence

“No, we were just seated right before you got here, haven’t even ordered our drinks yet,” Cathy said. Cathy loves to talk, I mean it is her job. But that laugh. That laugh made me want to dig knives into my ears.

Just then the waitress approached and started with Cathy to order drinks. She ordered a glass of red wine. Classy, I thought. Is she going to order a salad for dinner too?

As it became my turn, the two guys I spent more time with than my own family spoke over me

“Shot of patron and an Aperol Spritz,” they both said in unison, looking at each other and laughing as they said it.

“Oh, they think they know me so well.... but yes that’s what I would like please,” I said as I shot them both a devilish smile.

I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Cathy found my order un-ladylike. But I’m at dinner with my two best friends, I’m going to order what I want. Take me or leave me. I’ll probably even get dessert.

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Dinner was fine, filled with small talk to keep from the awkward silence becoming too evident, mostly by Cathy, who I swear thinks she is the funniest person in the world and that everyone else is freaking hilarious. I was trying my best to be polite all evening. I was miserable. The way she kept her hand on his lap the whole night just bothered me. Get your hands off of him. Why are you even here again?

But I couldn't help but notice he wouldn’t stop staring at me. Unless Cathy turned and looked at him, then he would break his stare, but when she wasn’t he was looking at me. Why does he do this to me? Am I supposed to act like I don’t see this happening right now? Should I just not look at him? I’m going to look at him, he has to stop this. His girlfriend is right there.

I turned my gaze to look at Finn, but he didn’t stop. He just made even more eye contact. Like he was trying to read my mind. What did he hope to find in there? Isn’t this what he wanted, for us to all have dinner? It’s almost like he’s the one who doesn’t want to be here. Was he hoping I wouldn’t show?

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Dinner ended and we said our goodbyes as Sami and I headed towards our uber.

“You did a great job tonight Y/N,” Sami said, assuring me that I held myself together.

“Thanks, Sami”, I said as a tear formed in my eye

Sami reached his arm out and pulled me into his side as we rode back to my house. He knew that was hard for me. It would be hard for anyone in my position.

When I stepped out of the uber at my house and said bye to Sami my phone started to buzz. It was a text

You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Thank you for coming out tonight. Please don’t ghost me again, you are the most important person in my life and I won’t lose you

If I’m so important, why are you with her?

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wish you the worst, wish you the best

Summary: Clarke and Bellamy are in a happy relationship until Octavia has an accident and he has to go across the country to look after her.

Rated T, ~4,500 words

for @eyessharpweaponshot

Bellamy is the one who encouraged Clarke to start her own business. Almost two years into their relationship, Clarke having just finished med school and knowing she absolutely didn’t want to be a doctor. But she hadn’t known that when she started, and it’s what her mom wanted, and Clarke has never been a quitter. She still told everyone she wanted to be a doctor. Because it’s impressive, right? To be able to tell people you’re a doctor. And her mom was so proud of her. And her dad would have been so proud of her. But Bellamy saw right through her.

It took some convincing, but Clarke eventually came around on the idea of starting her own graphic design business. Art has always been what she truly loves, and with Bellamy whispering to her you deserve to do something for yourself for once, she decided to go for it.

And now, two months later, she’s holding a launch party, because why the hell not? She’s got family and friends and potential clients around her, and, most importantly of all, the love of her life, her sun, her rock, Bellamy, at her side, looking so goddamn proud of her.

“I knew you could do it,” he whispers, kissing her cheek as yet another person walks away after saying their farewell and congratulating her again. Clarke leans into his side, trying to use him as an anchor so she doesn’t start feeling too giddy about the whole thing. It doesn’t work.

“We don’t even know if I’m going to be successful yet,” Clarke says. “Maybe I’ll crash and burn in the first month.”

“You won’t,” Bellamy assures her. His arm wraps around her, pulling her even closer.

Clarke looks up at him. It’s hard to fathom his unwavering faith in her sometimes. “But what if I do?” she asks.

“Then we’ll work though that together if the time comes,” Bellamy says. “Just like I know we can work through anything else together. But you’ve got this. I know you do.” He plants a kiss on the top of her head.

“You’re the best person in the world, you know that?” Clarke tells him. Bellamy chuckles.

“Come on, almost everyone is gone. We can sneak out,” Bellamy says. His eyes drop to her cleavage. “I’ve been trying to keep my hands off you all night.”

Clarke laughs. “What, you think you’re getting lucky just because you were nice to me?”

Bellamy smirks at her. “No, I think I’m getting lucky because you’ve been eyeing me like I’m a piece of meat all night.”

“Am I that transparent?”

“I know you, Clarke,” Bellamy says. Clarke feels her heart twinge. He does know her. Like no one else does. She’s not sure how she got so lucky as to get to be with him. She rolls her eyes at him.

“Okay, let’s go,” she says, leaning up to kiss him. “Otherwise I’ll end up asking you to fuck me in the bathroom, and that didn’t go so well the last time we tried it.”

Bellamy laughs. “Yeah, but it was memorable,” he grins. “If a little unsexy.”

“Bellamy, you fell in a urinal. Unsexy doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Bellamy is still grinning. “Point taken. Let’s stop talking about it before you kill my hard on.”

“You’re hard already, baby?” Clarke whispers huskily, eyes dropping to his crotch.

“Yeah, and if you keep using that voice on me it’s only going to get worse,” Bellamy says. “You look so goddamn sexy tonight, Clarke,” he says, and it’s his turn to drop his voice all low and seductive. Clarke shivers. She rubs her hand over his chest.

“Let’s go,” she says. “And I’ll take care of that for you.”

They give a hurried goodbye to the last couple of hangers on, and dart outside. The night is warm and breezy, the kind of air that gives Clarke the feeling like things are happening. Like anything could happen.

They get into the back seat of their Uber and Bellamy takes her hand, his fingers linked in hers all the way home. Clarke leans back against the seat, unable to keep the smile from her face. She glances at Bellamy. She’s sure she’s never been so undeniably happy in all her life.

Later, after he’s made her come several times, she wraps herself in his arms and buries her head into his chest, her love for him almost overwhelming.

“Everything okay?” he asks, stroking her hair.

“Yeah,” Clarke says. “Just thinking about how grateful I am for you. I never could have done this without you. It’s a scary thing to quit something sure and secure and try and start something new. But I knew I could do it, because I’ve got you. You make me feel safe.”

“Clarke,” Bellamy whispers, lips against her hair. “Marry me.”

“What?” She pulls away, searching his eyes to see if he’s serious. He’s never looked more earnest in all his life.

“I was going to wait until our anniversary. But I don’t want to wait. Will you marry me?”

Clarke breaks out into a grin. “Yes,” she laughs. “Yes.”

A week later, Clarke has had two clients. She’s anxious that business won’t pick up, but Bellamy reassures her that once she gets her name out there, once her satisfied clients start crowing about her, she’ll be so inundated with jobs she’ll be able to pick and choose. Clarke hopes he’s right.

She’s working on designing wedding invitations (for a client, not for herself), but she keeps getting distracted by the giant rock on her left hand, feeling giddy every time she looks at it. She keeps fiddling with it, and staring at it, still not used to it on her finger. She’s about to give up on the invitations and go for an early lunch when Bellamy rings.

“Hey,” she answers, putting him on speaker while she fiddles around on the computer. “Did you want me to pick up something for dinner tonight, because I was thinking—”

“Clarke,” Bellamy interrupts, his voice ragged and weak. Clarke’s stomach drops. She picks up the phone and puts it to her ear.

“What’s wrong?”

“There was an accident,” he says. “Octavia—” he swallows. “She’s alive but she’s in a critical condition. I have to fly home.”

“Okay. Okay,” Clarke says. “I’ll be right home. We’ll get the next flight.”

Bellamy is already mostly packed for both of them by the time she gets home, and has already bought the plane tickets. He’s in the bedroom, zipping up his suitcase. Clarke goes to his side and rubs his arm to comfort him.

“Are you okay?” she asks. He’s wearing an expression of stoicism, and he nods shortly, his jaw tight. He’s very clearly not okay, but Clarke knows better than to push him. He’ll open up when he’s ready. “What happened?” she asks.

“Car accident,” Bellamy says tersely. “She accidentally ran a red light. They’re taking her into surgery as soon as they can. Won’t know more until we get there. Flight is in two hours.”

“You want to get to the airport early and have a drink or two?”

Bellamy nods. He swallows, and a tear leaks from his eye. “Clarke—” Clarke doesn’t hesitate. Her arms circle around his neck, and he grips her around her waist tightly, burying his head against her shoulder. “What if she doesn’t make it?” he whispers.

“She will.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“Then we’ll get through it together.”

Clarke knows Bellamy hates hospitals, knows it reminds him of his mother’s final months, when it became clear the chemo wasn’t working. She grips his hand tightly, and leads the way to Octavia’s room. It’s hard for Clarke to see Octavia like this, looking weak and bruised and broken, so she can’t imagine what it must be like for Bellamy. He looks sick to his stomach, and he’s squeezing Clarke’s hand so tight she thinks it might break.

Octavia’s eyes crack open. “Hey, big brother,” she groans. Bellamy practically sobs in relief. He drops Clarke’s hand and is at Octavia’s side in a second.

“You’re okay,” he says.

“I’m alive, if that’s what you mean,” she says. “And apparently my surgery went well. But I feel like hell. Hey, Clarke.”

“Hey,” Clarke smiles. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

A doctor enters the room. “You must be Octavia’s brother. Bellamy, right?”

Bellamy nods. “My fiancée, Clarke,” Bellamy introduces.

“I’m Dr Nyko. I’m happy to tell you the surgery went well. Provided there are no further complications, Octavia should make a full recovery. But she will need physical therapy.”

“How long for?” Bellamy asks. Nyko tilts his head, considering.

“A couple of months, maybe.”

“Fuck that,” Octavia groans.

“You’re lucky you’re alive,” Nyko reminds her. He turns his attention back to Bellamy. “We’ll keep her in here for a little while longer. Will you be around to take care of her after that, until she’s fully recovered?”

Bellamy glances at Clarke. “Yeah, of course.”

They stay at Octavia’s place. It’s a house meant for a family, but Octavia lives there alone, since her husband passed a year ago. Clarke doesn’t know how she could stand it.

Clarke comes out of the bathroom and walks into the guest bedroom, where Bellamy is sitting up in bed, glasses on, reading a crime thriller. Not his usual genre, but he’d forgotten to pack a book and it’s one of the only books Octavia owns. Clarke crawls into bed beside him, and snuggles into his side.

“I’m glad Octavia is going to be okay,” she says. “Even if she does need physical therapy.”

Bellamy puts his book down. “I know. It could have been so much worse. But she’ll have me to help her through it as well. Though I’m sure we’ll drive each other crazy,” he laughs.

Clarke smiles, just for a moment, before she swallows. “Bellamy, I—” she starts. “I have to go back. You know I want to stay here with you, but with my business just starting… I can’t be away for that long.”

Bellamy looks at her, then slides down, so he’s lying beside her. “I know,” he whispers. “I don’t want you to go either, but I know you have to.”

“I’ll come back whenever I can,” Clarke whispers. “And we can talk on the phone every day.”

“Two months will fly by. And then I’ll be back and we can plan our wedding.” Clarke gives him a watery smile. When had she started crying? Bellamy wipes away a tear with his thumb. “Hey,” he says soothingly. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Their goodbye at the airport is lot more tearful than Clarke would have liked. It’s so dumb. She hasn’t even left yet and she already misses him. How the fuck is she going to go two months without seeing him every day? She cries for the first hour of the flight, until she’s all out of tears. Then she just feels hollow.

She calls him as soon as she lands, forgetting about the time difference. He answers anyway, voice hoarse from sleep.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Clarke returns. “Sorry, I forgot it’s like midnight there.”

“It’s okay. How was your flight?”

“Shitty. I can’t wait to get home.”

“I’ll bet.”

There’s a silence, and Clarke bites her lip. “I should let you get back to sleep. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby,” Bellamy says. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She hangs up, and then she’s crying again.

Clarke manages to distract herself from Bellamy’s absence with work. In her second week, she picks up a few new jobs, and then, all of a sudden, she’s busy. She stays at her office until at least six most nights, working on invitations, cards, and banners, among other things. Then she has to deal with the business side of things too, which she kind of hates, and it always takes her much longer than it should because she procrastinates and grumbles about it the whole time.

She’ll call Bellamy when she gets home from work most nights, try to fill him on her day, and he does the same. It’s mostly just mundane stuff though. I got a new client today. Octavia is out of the hospital. My mom is coming over for dinner. It’s too hard to talk properly over the phone. She wants to tell him how hard it is without him. How she feels overwhelmed by all the work she has to do, and she wishes she could curl up in his arms at the end of the day and have him tell her it will be okay. She wants to tell him about how she accidentally fucked up and charged a customer too much and they yelled at her until she cried. But she can’t say any of that over the phone. She doesn’t want to make him feel guilty for looking after his sister instead of her. So she lets him think everything is perfect, and she refuses to cry while she’s on the phone to him.

She wants to talk to him every day, but she’s so busy, and half the time by the time she gets home it’s too late to call. So she’ll send him a goodnight message for him to wake up to, telling him she loves him and she misses him.

She’s exhausted by the time she gets to bed. Yet she can’t fall asleep for hours, and she knows it’s because he’s not there. Her chest aches she misses him so badly. She’ll scroll through her photos of him on her phone, or his Instagram or his Facebook profile, until her eyes hurt and her eyelids physically can’t stay open anymore. And every morning when she wakes up, she has that same gut-wrenching burst of dread when she realises he’s not in bed with her. She takes a few deep breaths, and reminds herself she’s one day closer to seeing him again.

It’s been over a month when Bellamy asks her when she’s visiting. Clarke stops short, feeling immensely guilty. She’d forgotten she even made the promise to visit.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I’m so busy. I’m not sure.”

Bellamy sighs, and Clarke feels like he’s annoyed at her. Has he been waiting for her to organise a trip this whole time? “It’s fine, Clarke. I get it. I just miss you is all.”

“I know, baby. I miss you too. I want to see you, I really do. It’s just it’s five hours there and five hours back, and I wouldn’t get any work done while I was with you,” Clarke babbles. God, she’s such a shitty girlfriend. Fiancée, she reminds herself. She’s so used to the ring now she forgets it’s there sometimes.

“Okay,” Bellamy says, a little shortly.

“It’s only another month,” Clarke says, trying to reassure them both. They can do it. And then they’ve got the rest of their lives together.

“Actually,” Bellamy says, and Clarke’s chest tightens. “They think it’s going to be a little longer.”

“How much longer?”

“Not sure. But Octavia doesn’t have anyone else. It’s just me. I have to—”

“I know,” Clarke says quickly.

“If you get the time, see if you can make the trip.”

“I’ll try. I miss you.”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.”

“I know, Clarke.”

When she opens Bellamy’s Facebook page three days later, there’s a new photo, one he’s been tagged in by someone named Echo. Took this guy on an early birthday hike, the caption reads, underneath the picture of Bellamy posing on top of a rock. Clarke’s stomach drops. It’s his fucking birthday tomorrow. That’s why he was hinting that he wanted her to visit. Guilt thuds in her stomach, and she feels like she’s going to be sick. What kind of self-involved idiot forgets their fiancé’s birthday?

She stares at the photo. He looks happy. He’s grinning goofily at whoever is taking the picture. This Echo woman, Clarke supposes. She wonders why he’s never mentioned her. The guilt that churns in her stomach morphs into something worse, something nasty and sinister, and Clarke clicks on Echo’s name. She’s taken to Echo’s Facebook profile, which is completely public. Her bio reads that she’s an influencer. Clarke rolls her eyes.

She scrolls through Echo’s photos. There’s only the one of Bellamy, the rest are all of Echo herself, posing sexily in all of them. She’s a thin brunette with legs for days. Clarke hates her on sight. She tries to tell herself she’s not jealous. So what if Bellamy went hiking with this woman a day before his birthday? It doesn’t mean anything. Clarke hates hiking, so it’s not like she would have wanted to do that with him anyway. And he’s allowed to have hot friends. There’s no crime against that. Besides, he would never cheat on her. She knows that. Bellamy knows she’s been two-timed before, knows what that did to her. He’d never put her through that.

Still, she has an urge to jump on the next flight and be there for his birthday. Pretend she’d been planning to surprise him all along. But then she thinks about the appointments she’d have to cancel, the clients she might lose, the work she wouldn’t get done. It’s still so early on, she can’t afford to miss even a day.

So instead she goes online and orders flowers to be sent to him. It’s not enough, she knows, but it will have to do.

Clarke had been counting down the weeks until Bellamy returns. But now it’s indefinite, and two months turns into three and then four. They seem to fly by and yet drag on at the same time. She keeps telling herself she’ll go and visit, but then something will come up with work and she has to postpone.

They speak less and less now, and Clarke hates it, and she feels awful, and she knows it’s her fault. But she can’t say anything to make it better, can’t do anything to change it. She just needs him to come home. Then things will go back to normal. She can remind him how much she loves him with actions, instead of just repeating it over and over on the phone, where it sounds weak and far away.

Sometimes when she calls now, he doesn’t even pick up. She cries most nights, missing him more than ever, until one day she can’t take it anymore, and she decides she has to fly out and see him. She calls him while she’s at work to let him know, and thankfully he picks up.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey, I’m a little busy, what’s up?”

“Oh. That’s okay. I was just going to say I think I’m going to come and visit.”

“Oh,” Bellamy says. “You know, you don’t need to. I’ll be back soon. Octavia’s done with physical therapy.”

“She is? That’s great! Did you just find out?”

“Last week.”

“Last week? Why didn’t you call?”

“Sorry. I guess I forgot. Her last session was yesterday. So I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

“A couple of days.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I guess I’ll see you then.”

“See you then.”

“I love you.”

He’s already hung up the phone.

She picks him up at the airport, though he insists she doesn’t have to. They should have a million things to talk about, but the drive is silent.

“Everything okay?” Clarke asks. She knows it’s not. She doesn’t know what’s wrong exactly, but she knows it’s something.

“I’m just tired,” Bellamy says. Clarke nods. She’s not going to cry. For all she knows, there’s nothing to cry about. He probably is tired.

She crawls into bed beside him that night, and she feels this wall between them. She doesn’t know if she put it there, or if he did. She doesn’t want to bring it up, in case she’s being crazy. Doesn’t want to make it real. Doesn’t want to admit that they’re not the same as they were four months ago. That distance didn’t make them stronger, that it chipped away at their bond, and Clarke is afraid that it’s unfixable. She’s afraid she’s the only one who wants to fix it.

“Bellamy,” she whispers. There’s a moment of silence, and Clarke thinks he must be asleep. Or pretending to be asleep.

“Yeah?”

“We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?”

More silence. “I don’t know, Clarke.”

Clarke cries herself to sleep again.

Over the next few days, Clarke tries to make up for lost time. She still has to work, but she comes home as soon as she can, makes him dinner, tells him about her day. Clarke thinks maybe he’s trying too. He goes back to work, and he tells her about the dumb things his students do, like he used to. There are a few moments when they feel like their old selves again, and it gives Clarke a glimmer of hope.

But they still don’t talk about the problem. She doesn’t ask him, and he doesn’t tell her. And as long as they don’t discuss it, it stands between them, this dark unknown that Clarke can’t cross, no matter how much she wants to.

They haven’t had sex in four months. He should be desperate for her, the way she is for him. But he doesn’t reach for her at night, and she can’t bring herself to make the first move.

She wakes up one night, just after four am. Bellamy isn’t in bed. Clarke gets up and pads out to the living room. She can hear him talking in a low whisper, his deep voice filling the room despite trying to be quiet. Clarke stops in the doorway. He’s on the phone.

“Yeah,” he says. “I should go back to bed. Thanks, Echo.”

Clarke’s stomach churns. She’s not sure which emotion is stronger, despair, anger, or jealousy. Bellamy stands and turns. He stops when he sees Clarke standing in the doorway.

“Echo, huh?” she says, trying to keep the hurt from her voice.

“We were just talking,” Bellamy says.

“At four am?” Clarke scoffs. “What’s so important that it couldn’t wait until a reasonable hour?”

“Clarke,” Bellamy huffs. “Don’t make a big deal out of this.”

Clarke shakes her head, outraged and hurt. “Did you fuck her?”

“No,” Bellamy says vehemently. “The fact that you would even think—”

“So I’m crazy, is that it? Stupid, paranoid Clarke.”

“I didn’t fuck her.”

“So what, then?” Clarke whispers. Bellamy is silent for a moment.

“You know Octavia’s car accident? Turns out it wasn’t an accident. She ran the red light on purpose.”

Clarke stares at him in shock. “Bellamy—”

“She tried to kill herself. Do you have any idea what that was like for me to find out?”

Clarke shakes her head. “How could I? You never told me. I wanted to be there for you—”

“But you weren’t! You were across the other side of the fucking country. You never even fucking tried to come and see me,” Bellamy snaps, finally losing it.

“You know why I wasn’t there! I had a business to run! And if you’d just told me—”

“A business that’s more important than your fiancé.”

Clarke wants to slap him. Tears well in her eyes. “You told me to go for it. You wanted me to be successful. How can you throw that in my face now?”

“I’m not throwing it in your face! I’m just pointing out that you made a choice. And your choice had consequences.”

“Consequences? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You asked me what I had with Echo.”

Clarke stares at him. They have something? “What do you mean?”

“I needed someone, and you weren’t there. So I had to turn to someone else.”

Clarke sobs, and the dam breaks. “You shut me out. And then you found someone else to confide in? All the things you should have been telling me, you told her? How could you? After what I went through with Finn?”

“Clarke, I never cheated on you.”

“You may as fucking well have!” Clarke screams. “I hate you. I hate you.”

Bellamy’s jaw ticks. “You hate me?”

“Yes, I fucking hate you. I hate you and I don’t want to look at you. Why don’t you go and fuck Echo, since you so obviously want to? We’re done. It’s over.”

Bellamy stares at her, his face hardened. She wants him to hurt, like she hurts. She wants him to break down and cry and tell her he’s sorry and that he loves her and doesn’t want to be without her. She wants him to say that they can work this out, that it’s not too late. But he doesn’t.

“Yeah, I know,” he says. Clarke feels like she’s been punched. All the air leaves her, and she finds herself gasping for breath. He pushes past her, towards the bedroom. Clarke stands there, feeling hopeless and confused. She doesn’t really want it to be over. She’s just angry and hurt.

“Bellamy,” she calls after him, but her voice is barely a whisper. “Bellamy!” she says again, louder this time. She follows him to the bedroom. He has his still half-full suitcase on the bed, and he’s throwing things into it haphazardly. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer. He zips up the suitcase and picks it up off the bed. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to look at me another second longer.”

He walks past her, out of the bedroom, and she chases after him. “Where are you even going to go? It’s 4am.”

“I’ll find somewhere.”

“Bellamy,” Clarke says, her voice softening. “Bellamy, don’t go. Please don’t go. I love you.”

He stops, and for the first time, Clarke sees some hint that he still cares for her. Can see him warring with himself, whether to leave, or whether to go to her, comfort her. “I know,” he whispers. “Clarke,” he says, and his voice breaks. “I just can’t do this anymore. Things just aren’t the same. We’re not the same.”

“But what about all the things you said? What about working through things together?” Clarke asks, somehow managing to get words out through her tears. “What about this?” She holds up her left hand, and points to the ring.

A tear runs down his cheek. “I’m sorry. But you let me down when I needed you. And I don’t think I can risk that happening again.”

Clarke swallows the bile that has risen up in her throat. She wants to scream. He’s acting like this is all her fault. Well, fuck him. He’s made up his mind, and she won’t degrade herself by begging any further. She lifts her chin defiantly. “Fine,” she spits. “Go. I hope you and Echo have a very happy life together.”

And then he walks out the door. Clarke sinks to the floor, chest heaving, crying harder than she’s ever cried before.

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