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girlwiththenegantattoo · 1 year

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This is entirely @aherdofbees @agirlinherhead @everythingbutresolved @apbajs @plainlo-inthemorning and most importantly Hamish' fault.

Not sure if a part 2 is wanted but this was fun to write. Throwing down here and editing more later.

TW: Mention of abuse, whipping erotic behavior

"Sometimes you deal with the devil not because you want to, but because if you don't, someone else will."

When you were a little girl your father seemed to have an endless amount of advice and words of wisdom. Naturally, most of them went in one ear and out the other. Honestly, it was all but that one.

After high school you decided to get into teaching and while doing so, generally had it stresses, the rewards out weighed any negative experiences. That was until you figured a move across the United State and a new school would help you come into your own. Hadn't it been just your luck that you also chose a school with a teacher whom was racist, miss 'gifted with good looks and possibly harbored a fetish for whips?

Calling Maynard Spencer the devil would be giving that horrible excuse of a man, too much credit in your opinion. To you, he was merely a giant, insecure child. A man with a superior complex that was based off nothing but lies and severely misconstrued beliefs. Looking into Maynard's eyes you didn't see pitch black ovals or distance flames, flickering with the light that hits them. Instead, there's just the bend of thick eyebrows, sat challengingly, over brown iris'. To you, Mr Spencer's was far from the Devil, not even close.

Despite how protective you've become over all of your students throughout the years, the ones at Nichol School for Boys held a special place in your heart. Which made it all the more devastating hearing of the heinous acts that take place in a secluded building called the White House. How could one school just turn their cheek and pretend nothing was going on? You tried everything in your power to put an end to Maynard abuse until the only option left was to make a deal with the devil.

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The thought of having to come to Mr. Spencer and make such a ludicrous deal made you physically ill but you were willing to do anything for those kids.

"I'll let you whii...whip me, if you promise to leave the kids alone"

The smile he gave you then sent a chill running down your spine before he spoke in his thick monotone southern drawl.

"I'm not sure a little lady such as yourself would be able to handle that."

It was clear that he thought highly of himself, throwing condescending remarks towards you purely for the sake of getting under your skin. The most infuriating fact was that it was actually working.

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"I want you to go over to that wall and stay there," Maynard growled as the hairs of his mustache tickled your ear.

The building was as you expected it to be, fairly dark save for the sun rays that shone through the high glass window. The only sound that accompanied the dreariness of your surroundings, was the buzzing of fluorescent bulbs as they came to life. Upon arrival you couldn't pinpoint what was creating most of your anxiety. Was it the fear of what's to come or how small he was currently making you feel?

Resting your back against the wall, you wrung your hands together while giving Maynard an expectant look.

"Take off your clothes and turn around." It was a curt demand. A smug smile crossed his lips as he watched you stare back in a stunned silence.

"Is that what you make the little boys you whip do. Do you make them strip?" The sudden brazen in your demeanor surprised even yourself. A sound akin to a snarl fell from Maynard's lips before he tried to compose himself by feigning a look of contemplation. "Suit yourself, just figured a whore would want to keep her nice cloth in one piece."

By some miracle you were able to keep the anger out of your eyes and give him a pointed look instead. You wouldn't allow him to disparage you any further. Finally turning around you placed your hands on the wall and judging by his gruff mumbles, his patiences with you was wearing thin.

"It's such a shame that you're willing to endure so much pain for some worthless kids."

Before you could reply, a sharp cry was pulled from the back of your throat as blinding pain shot through you. The harsh contact was felt long before the sound rang in your ears. Neither of you agreed on a count down but you thought you'd at-least know it was coming.

"Or maybe this is something you are into."

Two more blows were administered in rapid succession, nearly causing your knees to give out. The aftermath resulted in trying to keep your breaths shallow, for the expanding of your lung only sent more pain blossoming through your rib cage.

"Mmm... I love the sound you make when the leather touches your skin. Are you enjoying this as much as me?"

There was a beat of silence before another whack filled the room, this time it was off to the side as to demand an actual answer. Remaining quiet you hadn't been prepared for the sight you saw when you looked back over your shoulder.

Maynards usually well kept brown hair hung in wet strands down in front of his forehead as he stood heaving and cheeks red. His thin white tank top clung to his chest, soaked with sweat. You realized he must have removed his shirt after you turned your back because you hadn't noticed the suspenders that were now hanging down on his sides before. The grip he held on the whip's handle was causing his knuckles to turn white while the sweat that ran down his neck and shoulders glistened in the dim fluorescent lights.

With a cruel smile now painted on his lips, Maynard casually made his way to stand directly behind you. Placing his left hand on the wall just above yours, the whip dangled from his tight grip. It was longer than you thought with its dark brown, braided leather giving it a round shape.

Cocking his head to the side Maynard let out a low whistle, his face so close that his nose almost touched your cheek. Slowly, he slid his hand under the back of your shirt and the contrast between his cool sweaty palm and your burning flesh prompted an inward sigh.

"Those feel like some angry welts, I have something that can help with that." His voice sounded emotionless

Repulsive

Dipping his head, Maynard began to run the tip of his nose up your neck, stopping just behind your ear.

"Oh...the things I could do to you."

Maynard's words were far from the soft touches he laid onto your skin yet, the heady mix of both were becoming too much to ignore. You couldn't forget the reason why you agreed to this.

Catching him completely off guard, you landed a particularly hard blow to the underside of his ribcage, with the back of your elbow. To your relief Maynard dropped the whip to clutch at his side but he hadn't stumbled backwards like you hoped. The ponderous weight of a muscular 6 '4 man proved to be too much for your attempted shoved. However, the few steps Maynard took to steady himself gave you time to bend down and snatch the whip.

There was something incredibly eerie about the way he stood up to his full height with a scowl that turned to a sinister smile.

“Get over there on your knees,” you ordered, praying your voice wouldn't betray you. Huffing out a laugh through his nose, Maynard narrowed his eyes

“Or what?”

Not waiting for your answer he took a step towards you. Acting as if your arm had a mind of its own, the snap of your wrist sent the end of the whip slicing across his cheek. The cut was minimal but startled Maynard all the same. Reaching up, he placed two fingers over the wound and emitted what you could only describe as a low growl.

“It's either your face or your back. You choose”

Once he stood with his back facing you, getting him to his knees took a single whip to his calves. Better

“Now I'm going to show you what this feels like.”

The first strike landed with an exquisite whack causing his back to arch inwards and a strained grunt to leave his lips. Unsatisfied with his reaction you put a bit more muscle into your next strike, the contact of the leather lash exploding in a thundering noise. This time a high pitched groan reverberated around the empty room, the force of impact bringing him to hunch over his knees. The tremble in his body was now evidently visible. Still not what you wanted to hear, you began to lose hope. What if he wouldn't break? What's the point in teaching a lesson if no one learns from it? Suddenly, you watched on in astonishment as he straightened his back.

Perhaps your actions were fueled by anger but with a fluid motion of your wrist you landed the third blow square between his shoulder blade. Throwing his head back a deep moan triggered a titillating shiver to course through you. Oh. He wasn't trying to bear the pain of his punishment. He was actually enjoying it.

For the first time ever, you felt powerful while in his presence.

The pride in your steps echoed delightfully as you walked closer. Running the end of the whip over his shoulder, it came to rest between his legs after sliding down his torso like a snake. Its leather wet with the sweat gathered on each blow. If his hooded eyes were any indication, Maynard's heavy breathing was not due to pain.

Kneeling in front of him, you made sure you had his full attention. "Now. I've seen what your hands can do with the whip in it. Let's see what they can do without."

#hamish linklater #Maynard Spencer is an absolute trash of a human being #but this is a fic where he'll learn his lesson #Maynard Spencer #golly #the nickel boys

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oceanusborealis · 9 months

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Deadloch: Season 1 – TV Review

TL;DR – This might be one of the most absurdly fascinating, profane, and profound shows I have watched. ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4 out of 5. Disclosure – I paid for the Amazon Prime service that viewed this series. Deadloch Review – I always wonder how profoundly Australian things translate to a more global audience. Can you make the jump across the ocean without getting hacked to pieces? Well, anything…

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gatutor · 11 months

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Ken Maynard-Geneva Mitchell "The cattle thief" 1936, de Spencer Gordon Bennet.

#Geneva Mitchell #Ken Maynard #Spencer Gordon Bennet

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kwebtv · 2 months

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The Gaffer - ITV - January 9, 1981 - July 5, 1983

Sitcom (20 Episodes)

Running Time: 30 minutes

Stars:

Bill Maynard as Fred Moffatt

Russell Hunter as Harry

Pat Ashton as Betty

David Gillies as Ginger

Don Crann as Charlie

Keith Marsh as Henry

Chris Langham as Spencer Moffatt (series 2)

#The Gaffer #TV #Sitcom #ITV #1980's #Bill Maynard #Russell Hunter #Pat Ashton

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ebiemidnightlibrarian · 1 year

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I was tagged by @everythingbutresolved to reveal my wip folder! Thanks for the tag 💙!!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

(the ones that have a "*" probably will have their names changed)

So… This is…uh, it will get a bit long because I have no self-control…

That being said, Huh Hrm:

Cornucopia — Father Paul x OFC (MM)

One Way or Another — John Tyler x OFC (TMYS)

If I Give My Heart to You — Brice Catledge x OFC (Magic in the Moonlight)

A Place to Hide — Jim Ellis x OFC (The Stand)

Young American — Haimgruder x OFC (Gaslit)

Dear Old Friend — Leonard Kirk x OFC (Fantastic Four)

Shiver — John Tyler x OFC (TMYS)

Cherry pies, Champagne, and Ashes — John Joseph Jacobs x OFC (Pushing Daisies)

A Dangerous Thing — Jerry Dantana x OFC (The Newsroom)

Bella Notte — Evan Grant x OFC (Ugly Betty)

Somethin' Stupid — Andrew Keanelly x OFC (The Crazy Ones)

Tonight You Belong to Me — Ralph Branca x OFC (42)

Strawberries & Cigarettes — Tim x OFC (One More Time)

Alone and Forsaken — Martin Kidd x OFC (Dead for a Dollar)

Wicked Game — Noah Bearinger x OFC (Paper Year)

She Sells Sanctuary — Henry x OFC (Lola Versus)

Evil Within — Dark! Father Paul x OFC (MM AU)

The End of the World — Tom Spangler x OFC (Ithaca)

A Freudian Slip — Matthew Kimble x OFC (TNAOOC)

Male Fantasy — Dark! Andrew Keanelly x OFC (The Crazy Ones)

Cold Light, Hot Night — Miles x OFC (You Can't Say No)

In the Calm Sea of Madness — Clark Debussy x OC (Legion AU)

Out of the Woods — Lysander x OFC (A Midsummer Night's Dream)

Pictures* — Jason x OFC (The Future)

Little Things* — Porter Collins x OFC (The Big Short)

Bluebird — Andrew Keanelly x OFC (The Crazy Ones AU)

Turn Off the Light — David Turner x OFC (Groove)

Love (ain't always a good thing) — Benjamin Conway x OFC (10 Things Se Should Do Before We Break Up)

My Strange Addiction — Evan Grant x OC (Ugly Betty)

High Tension*— Ralph Branca x OFC (42)

Animal Attraction — Miles x OFC (You Can't Say No)

In the Dark — Dark! Father Paul x OFC (MM)

Space Oddity — Cal Zapata x OFC (Battleship)

The White Room* — Maynard Spencer x OFC (The Nickel Boys?)

Sanctus Sanguis — Dark! Father Paul x OFC (Part I of The Blood You Spill in My Garden - MM AU)

Exilium Carmen — Dark! Father Paul x OFC (Part II of The Blood You Spill in My Garden - MM AU)

Noli Timere — Dark! Father Paul x OFC (Part III of The Blood You Spill in My Garden - MM AU)

Night, Night, Sleepyhead — Matthew Kimble x OFC (Part I of Maybe I Could Hold You - TNAOOC)

A Carol of the Bells — Matthew Kimble x OFC (Part II of Maybe I Could Hold You - TNAOOC)

Hot is the Night* — Matthew Kimble x OFC (Part III of Maybe I Could Hold You - TNAOOC)

Sanguis Lunae — Henry Prescott (Werewolf!Haim!OC) x OFC (Original Work)

I also have 4 AU's that I wouldn't out here because I'm still struggling with them (2 ARE crossovers and it's been AGES since I wrote one, so I'm trying to see the best way to write them) but then I said "fuck It", here are my children:

Of Attics, Mysterious Strangers and Ghost Stories — Joe Keller x OFC (Monsterland AU - Rework)

Unnamed (70s Pornstar AU) — Miles x OFC

Unnamed (Midnight Mass x Fright Night (1985) AU)

Unnamed (Catholic Boarding School AU) — Midnight Mass x Fright Night (1985)

Tagging @chronic-ghost @aflockofbees @pegplunkett @catholicfacade @madsmilfelsen and if you haven't been tagged yet, consider this your tag, I'll love to see what y'all have been cooking!

#thanks for the tag!#tag game #tagged #tag games #ebie talks #ebie's wips #ebie's new wip #💜💜💜#hamfam #hamfam is so full of talented people #i love being here #ebie's writing

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everythingbutresolved · 1 year

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I was tagged by @supplanther to reveal my wip folder.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

...So apparently I can doomscroll binge two series a podcast and a book but not finish a sentence in months ~ hey I don't make the rules for seasonal depression ah ah ah. Ah.

Ehm anyways:

Moonlight (Steven Grand ~ Mook Knight)

Nice Shoes (Villanelle ~ Killing Eve)

Rely (Jeb Magruder ~ Gaslight AU)

You can't say Yes (Miles ~ You Can't Say No)

The Spectacular (Andrew ~ The Crazy Ones)

Make it Personal (John Tyler ~ TMYS)

Hunger (Father Paul ~ Midnight Mass sequel to Thirst )

St. Jude (John Pruitt ~ Midnight Mass)

I'll show you mine (Matthew Kimble ~ naooc)

Black (John Tyler ~ TMYS AU)

Dream Girl Evil (John Tyler ~ TMYS)

The Company Of The Wolf (JT ~ sequel to The Session)

Hat, Cane, Cross (Mr. Kidd ~ Dead For A Dollar)

On The Rocks (Jeb Magruder ~ Gaslit AU)

In Your Hands (Jason ~ The Future)

Wicked Boy (Maynard Spencer ~ Nickel Boys)

The Thing that Mattered Most (RTW3 story inspired by @aherdofbees - Yes I swear I'll finish this)

Tagging @littleredwritingcat @agirlinherhead @pegplunkett @girlwiththenegantattoo @madsmilfelsen and @ebiemidnightlibrarian who haven't been tagged yet and are rocking the fic world 🤘

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seasonsfm · 11 months

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⸻ ⊰ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 ! the ton is buzzing at your arrival. the following character(s) and faceclaim(s) are now taken and closed for applications. please make sure to read through and follow each step of our checklist and submit your blog(s) via our asks within the next 24 hours so we are able to send you the discord link .

ana de armas as aurelie dogood, the lady of rosse by taryn ( oc dormer spot ).

anya taylor - joy as theodosia duffy née howard, the duchess of fife by velvet.

arsema thomas as frances, miss maynard by bonnie.

ben barnes as grayson cecil, the marquess of salisbury by marie.

charitha chandran as henrietta, miss olivier by garnet.

corey mylchreest as edmond, mister lambton by faye.

dev patel as miles wilson by ferb.

elle fanning as lilac, miss dunbar by ferb.

florence pugh as elizabeth, lady hayes by dani.

hannah dodd as lyanna, lady hastings by krystal.

india amarteifio as louise, the duchess of macklenberg - strelitz by kai.

jessie mei li as eliza, lady duff by s.

joe alwyn as robert, earl spencer by di ( oc grosvenor spot ).

jonah hauer king as james, earl grosvenor by juno.

jonathan bailey as edward melbourne, the duke of wellington by meg ( oc hanover spot ).

katie findlay as sophronia blakely, the mistress and innkeeper of the white rabbit by faye.

kelvin harrison jnr. as ludlow, mister maynard by velvet.

kylie bunbury as elisabeth, the duchess of macklenberg - strelitz by annie.

matilda de angelis as sophia, the princess of great britain by lu.

morfydd clark as eleanor, miss lambton by circe.

ozge yagiz as defne, miss cecil by taryn.

patrick gibson as felix, the duke of york by s.

rege - jean page as albert augustus, the duke of macklenberg - strelitz by di.

sai bennett as catherine grosvenor, the duchess of york by annie.

simone ashley as lalitha, miss selvam - townsend by circe.

theo james as william augustus, the prince of wales by kai.

timothee chalamet as westley evans by kell ( oc hanover spot ).

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lunawangsposts · 2 years

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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Hello purple how are u doing? Thank you for thinking me as one of your favourite follower💓.

Well my favourite songs are

1.Who I am bya Anne Marie

2.flowers by lauren Spencer Smith

3. Way back home by Shaun and Conor Maynard

4. Turn back time by Daniel Schulz

5. Feelings by lauv

6. Better with you by ollie

7. Me like yah by Jay park

8.dive into you by loving caliber

9.u love u by jvke and Jax

10.8 letters by why don't we

Have a great day dear 💕😊🥰

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stmichaeldeorleans · 5 months

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----- Forwarded Message -----

From: "Michael Duerksen" <[email protected]>

To: "[email protected]" <[email protected]>

Sent: Wed, Jun 21, 2023 at 10:51 AM

Subject: Fwd: Gene testing, Crane, Tx Hx and more

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From: Michael Duerksen <[email protected]>

Date: Fri, Jun 9, 2023, 9:51 AM

Subject: Fwd: Gene testing, Crane, Tx Hx and more

To: <[email protected]>

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From: Michael Duerksen <[email protected]>

Date: Fri, Jun 9, 2023, 9:50 AM

Subject: Gene testing, Crane, Tx Hx and more

To: <[email protected]>

Michael Dean Duerksen age 2 was named Mara Silo Parmiese Devereaux by adopted parent surgeon Dr William or Walter Silo Parmiese Devereaux whom is believed to have performed comprehensive sex change surgery and other sex change methods on Michael, and taken to Devereaux Hastings New Orlean's Children's Home. ....next: Olympia Genetic Analysis company, Hollywood, California report on Mike D. Duerksen and done 1959 to 1967 and 1972, and the 1967 Crane, Tx..report value shows deviant twisting of his genes using inoriginate genes by Dean F. Duerksen using a gene sauce of non-Salicylic genes acid, which is detrimental to the target, then orange staple gun genes that provide a gunned like effect to genes, then green tea leaf genetic structure to damage or recleuse original genes by showing in part, Rothchild-Duerksen...and Fraley Duerksen Rothchild is an inserted value. This report went to LAPD officer Gerald Shrimpton, also officer Gene Taylor Talasco ( and other Talascos: Jim, Susan ) and the conclusion was that Dean F. Duerksen was involved in criminal usage of Gene science on Michael Duerksen to alter behavior, murderous use of Gene science to murder personality or to cause the death of Michael Duerksen, then to get Dean past investigators whom are looking into his genetic tampering to hide normal genetic family values of Folgers- Rothchild -Degeneres. Dean used First Amendment Services, but was found guilty and judged by Charles Colman Halderman (?) with 25 harsh spankings and one year in Crane county Detention center which has extension services that allows inmates to go home once per week or so. Next: 25 to 29 individual Illuminati members adopted Michael Dean Duerksen by McCall. 13 individual members of the Dallas Hilton family adopted Michael Duerksen. 3 to 4 we're Illuminati members. Some were part Italian and part Spanish. In Crane County, Crane, Tx between 1964 June and 1967 June, Crane authorities used disciplinary actions against Roman Polanski and V. Frykowski due to their decisions to do as they pleased since they had the money and didn't think it would matter in that small town of 3,000 or so. Mike Dean F. Duerksen was not subjected to any disciplinary actions due to his status as a child abuse victim. Harrison and Sorrills, both from Poland and held to be worth a 20 to 40 billion dollars and understood to have made oil company purchases of a total of100 million and various real estate purchases due to the rich nature of the oil and gas discoveries in that county as part of the Permian Basin. Purchases and investments appear to have included Dennis and Mildred Fisher Oil Company Ltd... Other adopters of Mike Dean Duerksen appear to include T. D. Eason, a US Magistrate and county judge, giving him the name of Jim Roy Bean Duerksen Eason and Jim Bo Gordon Mangrove Rothchild Eason. Also Dr. Paul Maynard M.D. a family physician, father of Tim, was an adopter whom was known to target Dean Duerksen with suspicions regarding Maynard's observations of his son Mike as a patient whom appeared to be a victim of Dean's abuse. Then Ken Spencer, attorney and overseer. A Julia Crane Gantry Nelson was a county attorney. Harrison and Sorrills had an unsuccessful adoption effort or relationship to Paul Dean Duerksen since they appear to have viewed Paul as a crick in the neck and a ratfink whom followed them around town and reported anything he saw.

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chocolatemillkk · 5 years

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Talk (BL)

Request: (a s u p e r old request in my inbox-sorry!) Byron x Spencer Sutherland’s Talk

Y/N was taking her time carefully tucking her hair into her coat as we got up to leave the busy restaurant we’d picked for our weekly dinner. It’s been our tradition to catch up over dinner at least once a week, sometimes friends joined us, or a girlfriend if I had any at the time. Y/N rarely brought along her boyfriends-but then again, she didn’t date much.

“Hey did you break up with that guy you were seeing? The one with the tattoo?” I ask, suddenly remembering that she had mentioned a new boyfriend a couple weeks ago.

“No-still together, why?” Y/N zips her coat up and she slightly resembles a marshmellow with how puffy her layers made her.

“You didn’t talk about him once during dinner,” I wrap my own scarf around my neck just as we head out. “I thought maybe you broke up. Remember that time you were dating Ryan? Or Bryan? You wouldn’t shut up about how he took you on his-“

“Brian. With an I. He was clingy. But anyway we’re still in the early stages of dating soo, you know how it goes.”

“Yeah, the way it generally goes Y/N, is you would be crazy for him right now.” I tease. “I would be sick and tired of hearing about him. I would want to throw myself in front of the next car coming down the road, ending my misery as you detailed your love life like you did with Brian with an i.”

“Well not that it’s any of your business!” She shoots me a look to say she was annoyed at my poking. “But I’m just trying to stay level-headed in case he doesn’t feel that intensely! I don’t want to go too crazy.”

“That’s your issue, woman!” I give in to the urge to push her and she bounces, in all her layers, against the storefront just as I expected. We immediately burst out in laughter, our previous conversation temporarily forgotten.

“At least I’m warm in here!” She shouts to anyone nearby who may be judging her marshmellow resemblance. I resist the urge to push her again and quickly wipe the tears from my eyes before stuffing my hands back into my warm pockets as we walk to the tube.

“You know, love isn’t about staying level-headed,” I continue. “It’s not really love if you can stay level-headed.”

“Well watch me Mr. Love Guru. I’ll be the first level-headed lover out there.” Y/N juts her chin out.

I sigh and just leave her be as we reach the underground. The ride home mostly consists of Y/N trying to wriggle out of a couple layers, complaining about how hot she was getting and all the while I laugh at my best friend’s crazy.

•••

Y/N’s hair is spread out around her, her bare shoulders uncovered from my white duvet tucked around her. She’s so still as she sleeps, her slow breathing as peaceful as the still morning around us. I study her face in the dim lighting as dawn approaches outside my window. I’d never noticed how graceful the curves of her face looked or how mesmerizing she was.

She shifts in bed, now facing me. How had I never noticed how breath-taking she was?

Her eyes flutter open like she could tell I was staring and she smiles sleepily when she sees me.

“Last night was fun,” she mumbles into the duvet, still too tired to form proper words. The intimate vulnerability between us fills me with happiness. I was so in love with this woman.

“Yeah,” I pull Y/N closer, hyperaware of her skin and her warmth and the feeling of her as she presses closer, wrapping her leg over mine. I kiss the top of her head when suddenly, a loud noise blares from somewhere in the house.

“Do you hear that? What is that?” I ask Y/N but she remains peacefully sleeping. Was I going crazy? “I’m gonna go check-“

I’m jolted with the realization that it was my phone beside me blaring out my ringtone. Just as I check the screen through bleary eyes, it stops. Who was calling me this early?

I turn back around in bed, now silencing my phone, and attempt to fall back asleep. But the pieces of my dream start to come back to me and my eyes widen as I remember. That was kind of a fucked up dream. I didn’t even like Y/N like that let alone love her...I was not in love with her-

Yet I can’t get the feeling of her out of my head as I close my eyes again. Her sleepy smile and the curve of her lips as well as the curve of her hips as I held her in the morning of my dream.

“Stop it!” I say out loud. “She’s your best friend you idiot.”

•••

I pace the lobby of Y/N’s building, nervous about seeing her. It had been a few days since that dream and I thought at first it would fade as all dreams did but this one didn’t seem to want to leave my mind. The harder I tried not to think about it, the more I was reminded of it. I distracted myself-even went clubbing with friends to try to get it out but every time I would remember flashes of her and it drove me crazy. I didn’t know if I could see her the same way.

Y/N finally steps off the lift and I spot her before she sees me. I was sure she’d worn that dress before but suddenly, I feel different seeing her in it. The low cut of it threatens my attention and the fit of it just takes me back to the dream.

“There you are! Why are you just standing there you weirdo!” Y/N’s voice snaps me back into reality. “Let’s go-we’re already late.”

“Well that’s not really my fault,” I find my voice, walking ahead and holding the door open for her. “One of us changed their outfit twenty times and it wasn’t me.”

“Whatever,” she gets into my car parked out front. “Now listen, this is a big deal. It’s not just an office party but a very strategic political play and I have to make a good impression...”

My mind wanders as Y/N details how I had to behave.

That stupid dream-it was just a dream! It was a PG dream but my thoughts were far from PG. Y/N was my best friend but...I know I can’t go back to how it was.

“Are you listening!” Y/N’s voice cuts through.

“Yeah yeah,” I glance over at her and quickly look away. “They’re the same rules my mother would tell me: behave myself, laugh at all the lame jokes, never leave your side. Blah blah blah-“

“Byron!” She scolds. “This is a big deal. Please take it seriously!”

“I am,” I turn in to the venue and find an empty parking spot. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the promotion. Just relax a little bit? Take a chill pill or whatever.”

“I’ll need a drink not a pill for that,” she allows a small smile to grace her lips.

“Oh come on! You can give me a better smile than that,” I tease and it’s enough for a full Y/N smile to shine through. And my breath catches again. This was going to be the most difficult night ever.

“Have I got something in my teeth?” Y/N suddenly rips the visor down to peer into its tiny mirror. “What are you staring at.”

“Nothing,” I close the visor gently. “You just look...really good tonight. Like you’re confident and beautiful and you’re ready for a big promotion.”

“Oh stop it,” she opens her door with a smile before turning back to me. “I do look good don’t I?”

“Let’s not get carried away,” I usher her out and we walk arm in arm to the party.

•••

“I don’t know if I should just wait a couple months when I move into my new flat,” Y/N and I sit across from the other at our weekly dinner that week. She still hadn’t invited her boyfriend even though I told her to. I thought maybe seeing him with her would help me get over my new obsession but she said something about him being busy.

“Yeah,” I respond absentmindedly.

“Yeah but if I get one now...”

I’d been distracted all night, barely able to respond to Y/N. It was painful to be so casual when all I wanted to do was stop talking and kiss her instead. It didn’t help she’d worn a deep red lipstick tonight and my eyes kept wandering to the way her lips moved when she talked, when she smiled. Even when she scowled as she was doing just now. Shit.

“What’s going on with you?” Y/N snaps her fingers. “Have you not been sleeping?”

“Huh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine. You’ve been acting kind of weird.”

“I’m fine-really!” I insist, putting a forkful of food into my mouth so I don’t have to talk. I wasn’t fine, my best friend was suddenly everything to me and I just couldn’t give up now that I was feeling love. Now that all I wanted to do was just kiss her.

“You’re always so distracted whenever I talk,” she pouts. “Is something wrong? Ooh does Byron have a new crush?”

“No!” I say, my anxiety making my voice a little louder than intended. “It’s fine-I’m fine!”

“Why are you getting angry huh?” She presses my buttons ever so gently.

“I’m not,” I try to settle down but the fustration I felt with myself creeps into my voice. “I’m not angry.”

“Well that was a convincing argument,” she rolls her eyes, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “You know, you barely even talk to me anymore-I know something’s wrong.”

“All we do is talk!” I burst out. When we should be kissing, I want to add. But I’d already said too much.

“Well...what else are we supposed to do?” She raises an eyebrow at my outburst.

“I-nothing.” Shit. “Just forget everything.”

“I don’t want to forget it. Am I talking too much? If you have an issue with me or something just say it.” Insecurity seeps into Y/N’s voice and I hate myself for it.

“Maybe we should just cut the night short,” I say, getting up. “I’ll talk to you later.”

I leave enough on the table to cover us-an apology without saying one. I felt like a dick walking out but I had to or I was going to say something I could never take back.

•••

A few days later, Y/N shows up at my flat without saying so. I’m caught off guard when I open the door for her. She acts like nothing happened, asking me how I was doing and where we should go for that week’s dinner. I play along, feeling more confused as she makes herself comfortable.

“Are you...mad?” I finally break the facade when there’s a pause in our friendly conversation. I couldn’t take it much longer.

“About?” She raises her eyebrow. And I suddenly see it in her face-this was her plan all along. To get me to bring it up. I can’t help the laugh that comes out-I should have known better.

“The other night.”

“I’m not mad, just confused,” she says. “I still don’t know why you got so upset.”

“Okay good.” I try to gather a safe explanation.

“What did you mean all we do is talk?” She asks again. I battle between just saying what I was feeling and making up an excuse that I was tired but before I can think of one Y/N interrupts with, “Don’t think I don’t know your excuse-making face. I want the truth Byron-I’m tired of you being so weird.”

“Fine. This is going to sound crazy though,” I say after a lengthy silence. I was just going to tell her. She was my best friend-a stupid dream shouldn’t come between us. I had to stop this now.

“I doubt it will but go on.”

My eyes scan her waiting face, the set of her jaw and the softness of her lips. Her eyes bore into mine, expecting an answer.

“A couple weeks ago I had this...dream. Andyouwereinitand-“

“Oh my god!” Y/N’s shout stops me mid-sentence. “Is that what this is all about?”

She throws her head back and cackles with laughter.

“Wait! Why are you laughing?” I ask. “It’s not funny! I’m trying to explain-”

“Oh my god! It’s extremely funny!” She says through her laughter. “Was I at least any good in your dream?” She asks clutching her stomach.

“I-wait. So you’re not angry?” She didn’t care about the dream?

“Angry?” She tries to hold in her laughter but it turns to giggles. “Byron why would I be angry over something you dreamt about? I’m too gorgeous-you can’t help it right?”

“Alright that’s enough,” I roll my eyes. “Let’s pack your ego back up, it’s uninvited.”

“So tell me, how bad was it?” She ignores me. “Tell me!”

“I-it-we...this is weird,” I struggle to continue. “Nothing really happened.”

“Oh,” she finally sits up, appearing a little more sane. “So then...why are you acting so weird?”

“I thought it would fade away after a couple days but the dream sort of-well it made me realise...” I can’t bring myself to say it.

“Oh no,” Y/N shifts closer to grab my hand. “Byron we-“

“I know! I know. We’re best friends. That’s why I didn’t want to say anything-I thought it would go away eventually but you were just too damn curious to let it go.”

“How long have you felt like...that?” Y/N asks gently.

“Never!” I cry. “I swear I’m not some cliche best friend. You’ve only ever been my best friend. That’s how I’ve always seen you! But I don’t know anymore. And it’s stupid anyway. It’ll probably just pass.”

“So wait, when you said all we do is talk?”

“You’re still on me about that?” I chuckle. When she looks at me seriously I sigh. “I wanted to be kissing you instead-happy?”

I remove my hand from hers and get up. I needed the space.

“Byron-“

“You don’t have to let me down easy or anything Y/N. I’ll be alright. And anyway, you have a boyfriend so it’s not like I’m-“

“We broke up,” she interrupts.

“What?” I look at her finally and she’s stood up too. “When?”

“After you told me the whole level-headed thing-I realised you were right.”

“Oh.” I continue looking her way and when she looks at me, it’s exactly the way she looked in my dreams. Intimate, her guard down. Had we both felt it? Was there something brewing under the surface all along? Were we both just waiting for the other to make a move?

“So,” Y/N moves closer to me.

“So,” I mimic.

“All we do is talk...?” She raises an eyebrow.

I smile at her hidden question, reaching out to touch her. My hands find the same waist from my dream I kept replaying. She feels exactly as I thought and so much better at the same time. She takes her time as slips her hands around my neck.

“All we do is talk,” I grin. “When it’s our bodies that should be having the conversation.”

“That was way too cheesy,” she groans, her face mirroring my own grin. “But I do like the commitment to the whole talking m-”

“Still talking,” my words are minimal as I pull her closer. “Stop talking.” I mumble but even then, we can’t stop smiling against each other.

When we manage to sober up enough to actually kiss each other, it’s hard to believe she’s the same woman I was convinced was nothing more than my best friend a few weeks ago. The same one I was trying to avoid for weeks. Kissing her is bliss. And now, the absolute last thing I want to do is talk talk talk.

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