#since my roommates family is coming to move her out today and the door is just gonna be left wide open

[redxwater]

Waiting Room (Chapter 1)

Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

(Warnings chapter 1 : depression, anxiety, harsh language.)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

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“Yeah, no i’ll be fine Claire. Call you later” a young blonde boy spoke through the phone. Call connected to Washington D.C from NYC. On the other line in the capital was a younger woman. “Okay, text me if there’s anything!” The brunette girl smiled before hanging up. Claire was Leon’s best friend, but she isn’t always capable of helping him. She tries her best though.

Leon didn’t want a foster family, even if it was for the better. He lived with Claire’s family for a few months before getting a scholarship in a music major. He tells himself he’s lucky, in a way… Claire has known him for 4 years, since they were freshmen. Her family loved Leon, sometimes they hoped they would end up together, but they never did.

With a deep sigh, he rolled out of bed and put on the jeans that were on the floor, and a sweater. He threw on his old white sneakers and put some deodorant on. He grabbed his phone and headphones and was out the door.

He didn’t brush his hair, he hadn’t for 3 days. He stuffed some gum in his mouth and spat it out 5 minutes later, before heading into english class. He had been at college for a month, it wasn’t that bad, but he thinks it is. Everything sucks. Literally everything. Depression was something he struggled with even before he lost his parents. He tried therapy for a long while but didn’t feel like it worked.

Leon is a quiet observer, he knows most people in his classes. Well their names at least, today was no different. Despite his depression his grades are peaked, he has the same routine everyday and that includes school work. “Leon Kennedy?” the professor went through the absence list. He sticks his hand in the air and puts it down again. The man in front of the class nods and goes on until it’s done.

English was boring, Leon always has been a very smart kid. But maybe that was a good thing right now too. He didn’t have too put too much effort into everything.

The blonde boy hadn’t shared a dorm for a few weeks, he didn’t expect anyone to move in by now but when he opens his door at the end of the day, he’s surprised by boxes everywhere. He just tries to ignore it and grabs a glass of water.

Leon dials Claires number and waits for her to pick up “Hey what’s up?” The other line speaks. “I think i got a roommate, there’s boxes everywhere” he says while sitting on the small kitchen counter. “Oh cool! Are they nice?” She asks with enthusiasm, hoping Leon could make some friends, maybe. “Dunno, maybe. Haven’t met them yet. But it’s a mess here and i don’t like it” he mumbles a bit while inspecting the boxes in the room.

Leon has always been quite neat if it comes to anything but his bedroom. His bedroom is a mess, not disgusting but just a mess. “Can’t you put it all in their room?” She asks sounding a bit crisp through he phone. “Why would i? It’s not my shit. I’m just gonna be in my room.” He says and abruptly hangs up. He’s not annoyed about sharing a dorm. He doesn’t care. As long as they acknowledge each other’s presence and keep things to as much as a “hi” there should be no problem.

Leon settles behind his desk in his room and does some homework before playing a few games. Around 7 he goes out the door, there’s still boxes. Where could that roommate be?

“Oh shit i’m sorry!” A girl bumps into Leon in front of the dorm room he came out of. “Oh you’re my roommate!” You exclaim. “Right.” Leon dryly replies. You tell him your name and stick out your hand for the blonde guy shake. “Leon.” He shakes your hand. “Can you sort those boxes out?” He asks with an annoyed tone “Oh yeah totally” you smile and go into the dorm. “See you later, Leon” you close the door and Leon walks away.

You spend all evening unpacking and put stuff everywhere around the dorm. You accidentally open the door to Leons room, thinking it was the bathroom. The room is dark, it smells fine. Mostly like men’s deodorant. Even in the dark you see clothes everywhere on the floor. You shrug your shoulders, you’re not the neatest either.

After 2 hours Leon returns and looks slightly surprised for a second to see you. He’s not used to living with someone in his dorm. He doesn’t say anything and just walks by to his room. Before he can enter you speak “where did you go?” You ask trying to get to know him a bit. “Doesn’t matter” he cuts off and closes his door. Weird guy, you think. But there’s something about him, you just know.

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“I didn’t miss you. But now you're here and… god, fuck me,” with teen nat preferably angst/smut please. thank you!

❤️I'm Out of Time - Natalie Scatorccio (2000) x fem!Reader❤️ (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)

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Summary: You hadn't seen Natalie for years. Not since she'd come back after the crash, and you where alright with that. You'd taken time for yourself and you'd moved on. You were working on your degree and finding yourself. You weren't anticipating any interruptions…

Warnings: Post-crash, 2000 (Natalie and reader are both 22), angst, swearing, Travis, toxic dynamics & smut (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked) - fingering, praise kink, oral fixation + some spit, top!Natalie, dumbification, minor primal but only if you really squint

Word Count: 3,618

A/N: Hello loves! I'm knocking out two requests with this one, as the quotes felt like they worked together well, so I hope yall don't mind! To make up for it I've made it a much longer than some other one-shots. I also felt like this could be read as sort of a sequel to my other Natalie fic, Blame Game, as both of these have pretty similar theming going on. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!

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You’re day had gone on relatively average compared to most days. You’d gone grocery shopping after class and work for the week as you desperately needed to restock your fridge. Normally, it was your roommate’s week to do the shopping, but she was out for the weekend visiting family back in Jersey, so today, you bit the bullet and got it done. You were currently fumbling with your bags as you talked to your mom on your cellphone, all while trying to get out of your taxi. Your mother always tended to call at the worst times. 

“No, Mom, I’m fine! I’m just trying to get inside, is all,” you huffed when she asked why you were breathing so hard. “Yes, money’s fine. I’ve just gotta balance work and school, is all” She cut you off again, and you had to stifle your sigh of irritation. You fumbled to pull your keys out of your bag as you approached your doorstep. 

Only when you looked up, did you notice the figure sitting in front of your apartment’s door. Your apartment mainly was single girls or girls who didn’t live with their boyfriends, so you assumed it was some strange suiter till the figure noticed you and stood. They brushed the hair from their face, and your blood ran cold, freezing you where you stood. 

“Ok, Mom? Can I call you back?” Your mother was already pestering you for a reason why before you could finish asking her. “I’m just trying to get inside all with full hands. I’ll call you back. I love you,” You had to talk over her to hang up, followed by a struggle to get your phone out from under your ear and shoulder and into your bag. 

Only after that did you acknowledge Natalie, who had simply stood watching you the whole time. You gave her a pointed look before letting out a stuffed breath and approaching her. When she opened her mouth to speak, you shook your head without stopping or skipping a beat as you went to unlock your door. 

“No,” was all you said, fumbling with your keys once more. 

“I didn’t even say anything,” she started with an exasperated scoff in her tone, following after you. 

“No, but I knew you would,” 

“Oh, you knew I would say what?” she hadn’t even seen you for five minutes and was already getting defensive—typical Scatorccio behavior. You groaned and just unlocked the door to your apartment complex and walked in with Natalie in tow because there was no getting rid of her now. 

“If you’re going to insist on following me, at least take something,” you aggressively shoved a paper bag in her arms, freeing up one of your hands to get a firm grip on your keys. She took the bag with a grimace but didn't further complain as she climbed the stairs with you. Of course, the elevator was still broken after a week, but you might as well get a little cardio in. You dramatically let Natalie into your apartment behind you, taking the bag from her after dropping your keys into the bowl by the door. You gave her no time to try the conversation again as you disappeared into your kitchen. You weren't going to let her derail your task. You wouldn't let her be a disruption. 

Eventually, she found you after wandering into the apartment. You only gave her a glance of acknowledgment as you unpacked your groceries. She’d cut her hair, but she hadn't bothered bleaching it again like she always said she would. It now rested just above her shoulders. Her shabby bans could use a trim. The ends were falling in front of her eyes and had to be obstructing her vision. She’d also gotten her lip pierced since the last time she’d darkened your doorstep. 

She kept her hands firmly shoved in the pockets of her leather jacket as she watched you. She was acting as though she hadn’t anticipated getting this far. You took a bundle of groceries to the fridge, and upon passing her, you scrunched your nose as you inhaled a familiar sour staleness. 

“I thought you stopped smoking,” you commented offhandedly, neglecting to hide any condescending tone. Natalie, not expecting the sudden comment or conversation for that matter, gave you a confused look, her eyes following as you maneuvered around the pocket-sized kitchen. 

“I'm sorry?” was all she could ask. You declined, looking back up at her as you turned your back to stick cans in you’re cupboards. 

“You smell like cigarettes again,” she scratched at the back of her neck, looking away. 

“Yeah, I picked it up again,” she acted as though she was about to be scolded by her mother. You turned around and gave her a hard look, trying to figure out what might be going on in her head. But Natalie was always tricky. She didn't let on what she was thinking. You could never figure her out. When you looked your way again, all you could do was groan and cover your eyes, practically boiling with frustration. And to think, just ten minutes ago, you thought to yourself that you’d been having a good, average day. 

“Natalie, what do you want?” you forced yourself to ask, hands gripping the countertop of your kitchen island as you watched her. “Why are you here?”

“Do I need to want something to come and see you?” You were shaking your head before she could finish her thought.

“Yes! Yes, you do, Natalie, because you don’t just drop in,” You maneuvered out of the kitchen and into your living room with Natalie on your heels. “You always want something, even when you refuse to admit it,” You opened a window and stuck your head out, taking in a long breath of somewhat fresh city air. The sun was already starting to set as streetlights turned on one by one. Squeezing your eyes shut, you forced yourself to stick your head back into your apartment and face your “company.” 

“I’m assuming it's money again,” you gave her a cold stare, crossing your arms and leaning against the windowsill. Natalie gawked at you, her jaw slightly hung wordlessly open till she scoffed, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. “What, am I wrong? Or maybe you thought you could crash on my couch,” you egged her on. This, of course, pissed her off, which you thought ‘good. If I have to be pissed, then so should she,’. 

“Wow, so college did make you a stuck-up bitch,” she said under her breath, immediately regretting her bitter tongue based on the deer-in-headlights look she gave you after, but even with the apology pressed to her lips, you didn't have it. 

“Fuck you, Scatorccio. You can leave right now for all I care,” you got up as you spoke, hands clenched into fists as you pointed at her chest. You raised a hand to shove her and get her out of your house, but she acted faster, grabbing you by the wrist. Her grip was tight, but not painful, but still enraging. That is till you looked into her eyes for just a little too long, and you gave up, your anger melting into pity and frustration instead as your brow knit and you frowned with a trembling lip. 

“What more do you want from me, Natalie,” you asked weakly, holding from screaming despite the urge you had. But Natalie couldn’t immediately give you an answer. That or she didn’t want to answer. Instead, she just held your wrist, her eyes searching your face for something you couldn’t pinpoint as she frowned. That is till she couldn’t take it, her eyes waving from you, and she shook her head, lips parting as she found her wording.

“I guess I missed you,” you couldn’t help growing angry again. You tugged your wrist from her, which didn’t take much effort, and gave her a point, hurt, look again. 

“You ‘guess?’ What, Travis not doing it for you anymore, so you thought you’d just come back to me as backup, once again?” It was now Natalie’s turn to get angry. 

“This has nothing to do with him-”

“Oh, it always does, Natalie,” you argued back, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation as you began to pace the room. “It’s always gonna be about Travis because you only want me when you can’t have him,” 

“That’s not true!” she yelled back with gritting teeth.

“When was the last time you came to see me when you weren't on a break?” you pressed, feeling the sting of tears begins to sting your eyes. 

“When was the last time you thought about me when you were with him, huh? I’ll tell you because you don’t think of me when you’re with him. You only think about me when you’re all alone, and I’m your last resort because you push everyone else away,” You finally let yourself yell, choking on tears. You knew you didn’t mean what you were saying, not wholeheartedly anyway. You just wanted her to go. You wanted to hurt her so she’d leave and never come back because you couldn’t keep doing this. 

You couldn’t keep feeling like second best or being around for a quick fuck when she was feeling lonely. You’d moved on! You were living your life for you and finding your way in the world. But then Natalie has the nerve to walk back in when she feels like it and when it is convenient for her. What about when it was convenient for you? 

What about way back when, when you’d waited for her, your best friend, to see you standing there, wanting her that whole time, only to pick a douchebag boy over you. Natalie said nothing as you began to cry. You felt like you were caving in on yourself, morphing back into that sad, lonely teenager who longed to be noticed as someone more than a friend. 

“I didn’t miss you,” you finally managed to talk again through choked sniffles. You sounded pitiful; you knew it. But what else was there to do now but to keep being honest? “I was finally feeling good! But now you're here and- god, fuck me,” you ran your hands through your hair, shaking your head as you pulled your eyes away from her, biting your lip. You took your fist, wrapping it around the thumb on your other hand, allowing your hands to shake as you started to pace once more. 

God, you wanted her to leave, but still, the thought of being alone after all this felt unbearable. And despite the anger you were feeling, you still wanted her. You wanted her to hold you, caress you, make you forget all the bad things you'd been feeling. You just wanted it all to go away. You hadn't even noticed that you shut your eyes again till you felt Natalie’s hands caress your face, thumbing at the tears that fell as she wrapped her hand around your clenched fingers. You couldn’t help looking up at her, your cheek eagerly seeking to lean into the warmth of her palm. She looked down at you with sad, wet brown eyes that you couldn’t help being captivated by.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” she murmured rather stiffly, swallowing thickly as she nodded. “You’re right about all of it. And I’m sorry,” you took in a long sniff and shook your head. 

“No, no, you're not. You're just saying that” You began to argue, but she urged you to listen. 

“I am sorry, and I’ve missed you. Fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” she urged, squeezing your hand. “I just don’t wanna drag you into all my bullshit, you know? Because you don’t deserve that,” she explained weakly. 

“I could have taken it,” You urged her, but she shook her head. 

“I wouldn’t let you,” You sniffled again, relenting in a silent nod. You let that silence hang in the air till you couldn't bare it.

“Make it up to me?” Natalie knew the implication behind your request. You used that phrase with one another some times before, but now she wasn’t so sure. 

“I don't know if that’s the best idea,” She murmured, taking her rare turn to be the rationally thinking one. But you shook your head as a final tear rolled down your cheek. 

“Please,” you begged, squeezing her hand. “Just this time. If I regret it, it’s for me to deal with in the morning,” you knew you sounded miserably helpless, and you'd be embarrassed by your neediness when your mind cleared again, but for now, you leaned into it, excepting the mess you where when it came to Natalie. It was a bitter cycle; you knew it, but you could deal with the ramifications in the morning. After looking into your eyes for too long, she relented, taking your lips in with hers as your hands found refuge dug deep in her hair. 

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She pressed you hard into the bed, aggressively tugging at your shirt to come off over your head as she straddled your hips, letting out hot and heavy breaths against your ear as she struggled to swallow the moan that threatened to push past her lips. You started to tug at her ripped shirt as well, only for Natalie to stop you and take it off in one swift motion. You are about to reach out for her till she gets off your lap, scooping under you to move you up the bed. 

She kneeled on the bed above you and between your legs, messing with the buckle of her belt, smiling down at you with a wicked grin as her eyes lingered on your exposed, rising chest, then down to the band of your pants. Wordlessly you understand to take your pants off and sit up to do so as Natalie does the same. With the last major layer removed, your both left clad in your underwear. That is till you took your bra off, leaving your chest bare in front of her.

Natalie lunged forward, straddling your hips once more as she caught your lips in a heavy, messy kiss. Teeth scrape at your lip, and you meet the cold metal of her lip ring. Her breath was hot as it fanned over the skin of your face till she moved on to your neck. She sat above you, holding herself up with a knee and embows as she started marking up your neck. Her knee shifted into place between your legs, forcing into your core, and you let out a heavy moan from your throat. You could feel her smiling against the spot she now soothed on your neck, knowing what she’d done. 

“That's a c-cheep shot,” you managed to stutter out as she moved on to scrap her teeth over your collarbone. She’d done that long ago on accident but recalled the reaction you'd had then too. Your hips began to gently rock against her knee, already craving any friction available for the growing ache down below. Of course, Natalie only found this to be further amusing. But she eventually relented, her hands pressing your hips down and still, as she moved down your body, kissing your stomach as she pulled her knee away and practically pealed away your underwear. 

She dared to look up at you through her lashes with that blown, lusting look in her eye that had you turning your head away, fust clenching the pillow under your head as you bit your lip to stifle the moan in your throat. Of course, this wasn’t acceptable as she always liked seeing your eyes, so her hand snaked into your underwear, the pads of her pointer and middle finger finding your clit with ease; she moved up your body again, taking your chin between your fingers. You knew your face was flushed and hot, your chest heaving up and down with labored breath, your brows creasing as you strained to suppress the sounds pulling at your throat. But all the same, Natalie smiled down at you, her eyes full of unfamiliar warmth and affection that you craved. 

“Don’t be quiet for me,” she purred, tilting her head as she held your chin. She squeezed your cheeks just enough to part your lips, which released a breathy moan, and she grinned, nodding along as her fingers began to circle your clit in rhythm with the roll of your hips. You were already feeling the oncoming brain fog as she continued her circlings, and without giving it any thought, your hands reached out, caressing her cheeks as she smiled down at you proudly. 

Looking into her eyes, your mouth hung open as you let out every moan that surfaced as she circled your clit, going round and round till you felt like you were dizzy, but it wasn’t going to be enough. You were greedy. You needed more from her, more of her. 

“Natalie, please,” you managed, your expression straining with every swipe. She shooshed you, cooing so gently as she nodded.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m getting there. You’re being so patient,” she finally moved on from your clit to test the waters of your entrance, which you knew was embarrassingly soaked by now. But Natalie didn't mind. She seemed to enjoy the way her fingers glided in with ease and how you let out another shuddering moan against her ear. After some adjustment, she began to pump and curl her fingers in a timely rhythm with the rocking of your hips. 

She fawned at the way your eyes rolled back as her palm met your already sensitive clit, cooing muffled praise amongst the sound of your moans. 

“That’s right. Keep up those pretty faces for me,” she purred just before she began messily kissing your jaw. After all these years, it still amazed you how she had you memorized. Fucking you was like riding a bike. Natalie never seemed to forget what she was doing. You tightened around her fingers, thighs squeezing around her hand to make sure you weren't going anywhere as you climbed your high. 

Natalie groaned against your throat as the feeling but kept going. She’d moved so she was laying beside you, her head buried into your neck, biting at your shoulder as she grew increasingly aroused just by listening to the sounds from your throat and your cunt. Realizing how close she was to you among your building haze, you managed to think it wasn’t enough. So in a moment of desperation, thanks to your impending orgasm, you rolled over just enough to force your mouth against hers as a hand grappled at her still-clothed breast, slipping your fingers under the red lace to find hard, sensitive nipples waiting for you. 

You strummed over her nipple with your thumb, and Natalie let out an unfamiliar, strangulated sound that ended in an animalistic whimper. The feeling caused her to pump harder into you and ultimately was the final push to send you over the edge with a similar howling cry as you curled in on yourself, your forehead falling to Natalie’s shoulder as you grappled at her bare arms. You could hear her hiss at the sting of your nails clawing at her skin as you started to come down. 

Her hand slowed gradually as she continued to pump in and out, steadying you off of your high. She pulled away from you ever so slightly, nudging your thighs apart with her free hand to take her fingers back from you. She made a big show of licking her fingers clean till you gained enough self back to reach out, taking her wrist in hand and cleaning her fingers yourself. You watched her, doe-eyed and still hazy, as you let her fingers pass your lips, tongue running around her digits as you moaned at your taste. She appeared jealous watching the action but seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. 

“Well, look at you,” she murmured under her breath with a turned smile. She sat up on her side, propping herself up with her elbow. You let her fingers go with a pop as they passed your lips, and she grinned as she wiped your spit off on her underwear. You smiled contently without saying a word as you reached up, brushing Natalie’s bangs from her forehead where they stuck with sweat. Your hand ran down her jaw, guiding her back to your lips for another long kiss. As the kiss went on, your hands began to wander, but she stopped you before you could make your way into her pants. She held your wrist and shook her head, kissing your palm. 

“Not now. Just get some sleep,” she murmured, unclasping her bra from behind to throw it over the edge of the bed as she got up. She ducked away into your bathroom. You lie naked in the dark, listening to the sound of the tap turning on and running for some time before it turned off as she retired with wet cloth in hand. She helped you under the covers as she got in with you and slipped the warm rag between your legs, casually helping your clean up. The rag was also tossed to the floor with the rest of your clothes as Natalie crawled into bed with you. She didn’t often stay the night, but in your growing groggy state, you smiled, feeling her wrap around you, holding you tight. Maybe she wouldn’t stay, but for now, she was here and you were going to be content with that.

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Making It Work ~ MYG

⤜WORD COUNT:  3.9K

⤜PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE: angst, angst with a soft and happy ending, divorce proceedings, breakups, love, cute, sweet

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2023

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A/N: I wanted to go with a way that wouldn’t be impossible for reader and Yoongi to get back together, so I hope this is okay for you my love.

Today was the day that you hadn’t exactly been looking forward to for the last two months and now that it was finally here you were dreading every second of it. Divorces were a messy situation for everyone in the world but you'd been in luck when Yoongi had asked for it not to go to a large court. The two of you were going to settle everything inside of a solicitor's office, in front of a judge and all of the right witnesses. That also meant you didn't have to deal with screaming fans nor did you have to deal with flashing cameras, everything that was happening within your divorce seemed to be kept on the down low which you respected Yoongi for doing which made this a little easier. Not that this was ever going to be easy to deal with but not having to deal with a huge court of people did make it easier to manage. 

“Miss Yln, do you have your witness?” The judge asked as she looked up from her file and in your direction, your eyes looked away from the door as you turned to stare at her. Janet - the judge - had been accommodating of your situation with Yoongi and was doing everything within her power to make sure you both could do this amicably. That was the thing, even though you and Yoongi were getting a divorce from one another, there was no bad blood, no fighting over who got to keep the house or who got some of the money or shared custody over your dog...everything had just been simple and nice which worried you a little. Did Yoongi care that little that he would rather have this over and done with? Or was it simply that he just wanted you to move on and give you whatever you wanted? It was so hard to read him when you didn't see him anymore. God, you hadn't even seen him since the day you'd walked out on him.

“Yes, my friend Chan.” You answered her, glancing over at your shoulder to see Chan sitting in his seat with a warm smile on his face. Ever since the breakup with Yoongi Chan had been the one person in your life you could turn to whenever you needed something. The man had been there from the moment you’d walked out of your shared home with Yoongi and decided to go through the divorce. You'd been staying with Chan and his roommates for a while until you felt comfortable going back home and it was nice to have a friend there that wasn't directly in contact with Yoongi.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Chan." She smiled a little turning her attention back to you as she directed the last question,

"Do you know where Mr Min is?” You glanced down at your phone to check the time, it was way past the time he was supposed to be here and you knew he was either caught up in work or traffic. It was always the thing he would blame whenever he was late for something important. Like your anniversary dinner, the whole reason this divorce was happening was because of Yoongi’s addiction to his work.

“You knew what this day meant to me Yoongi and yet you still didn’t bother to show up, not even a text to let me know where you were,” You stared at your boyfriend who was in his usual spot in his studio, hunched over the desk with his earphones on one ear and not the other. The same spot he'd been in two nights ago when you came to remind him about your family coming to visit you.

“I got busy,” Yoongi merely grumbled without saying anything else to you about it, his eyes never leaving the screen not even for a second to look in your direction. It was as if he had no idea what the day even was which broke you even more. There was a time in your relationship when Yoongi would drop everything to spend time with you and now it felt as though you were constantly putting in all of the effort only to meet resistance.

“Do you know what today was?” You quizzed, placing one hand on your hip and waiting for him to turn and look at you. One look would inform him that you were dressed in formal attire and that tonight was your anniversary, not only an anniversary but the day your family were all coming to your house to have a nice formal meal with the two of you. Yet, your husband hadn’t even bothered to show up to meet his family-in-law nor had he wished you a happy anniversary.

“Yeah. that meal with your family. But I’ve had other stuff on my mind-” Yoongi had spun on his chair a little to see you and he stopped speaking when he saw what you were wearing. You looked completely breathtaking and he smiled a little, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he took in the sight of you. There was no denying that you looked completely hot in what you were wearing and he let out a low growl at the sight of you.

“Our anniversary,” You told him plainly, ignoring the way your heart was racing at the way he was checking you out. You didn’t care that he found you hot right now, all you cared about was the fact that he had missed your anniversary and made you look like a fool in front of your family and the restaurant the meal had been at. 

“No, our anniversary is the 30th and-” Yoongi shook his head at you, he would know when his own anniversary was, he'd had it written down on the desk calendar.

“Yoongi, it is the 30th,” You mumbled, scoffing a little as you shook your head and looked up at the ceiling trying not to let the tears completely take over. If you cried in front of him you'd feel completely weak and that was the last thing you wanted. Right now, you wanted him to come home and let all of this go so you could at least spend the night of your anniversary together. But he didn't even move from his desk, he just shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. For a while now it felt as though Yoongi didn’t give a shit about you or anything that was going on in your life, every day felt like a losing battle and you were finally having enough. This had been the straw that broke the camel's back so to say.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’ve been so busy lately I didn’t even realise what date we were on,” He sighed, running his hands through his long unkempt hair. Normally you would have dragged him out for a haircut by now and made sure he was looking after himself but it was hard to even get to see him with how busy he was and how stubborn he was when it came to working. You knew things would be like this with Yoongi and you’d signed up for that when you’d agreed to marry him, you knew there were going to be good and bad days but right now it seemed there were bad then there ever was good. 

“But you’re not, if you were sorry you wouldn’t keep doing this.” You gestured around his studio as you drank in everything that was going on inside. There were blankets all over the sofa letting you know that he was sleeping there - which you knew already since you were waking up to an empty bed every morning. Then there were the takeout containers left over the spare sides, the stubble on your husband's face and the sloppy state of him. 

“I have to get this work done, you knew this when you agreed to marry me,” He grumbled, throwing his vows back at you. Part of his handwritten vows was about you accepting that his work was important to him. Something you'd agreed to and accepted for years now but it didn't make it any easier to see Yoongi harming his mental and physical health for a bit of music.

“Yes, I knew that. I also knew that you knew when to take a break and weren’t going to go into burnout all of the time,” You snapped angrily, you didn’t want to get so angry with him but it was difficult when your own husband couldn’t see what he was doing to himself and his marriage.

“You’re prioritising your work before yourself. When was the last time you showered?” You stared at his greasy hair and then down at his beard, it was as if he didn't care what he looked like as long as he got his work done. Something, that you'd come to notice over the years, was something he did right before having a burnout. The last thing Yoongi needed right now was to be burnt out at work, you needed him to come home where he could relax just a little.

“I can smell you from here. You need to shower, put yourself before your work for once-”

“I can do whatever I want, I need to get this finished.” He snarled, turning back to his computer and sliding the second headphone back onto his head without hitting play on anything. You stared at the screen as you realised he wasn't composing or even listening to anything and you shook your head.

“You need to look after yourself,” You breathed out, moving to stand closer to him as he shook his head at you. Yoongi didn't want to to fight right now, he was about an hour's work away from finishing the songs he needed to do and then he would go home.

“What I need is for my wife to leave me alone while I finish working on something that earns us both money,” He hissed out at you, your heart clenched inside of your chest. Yoongi had snapped at you about leaving him alone before but never like this,

“You used to love me taking care of you,” You laughed dryly, moving around the office as you began to put take-out containers into a bin, trying your best to clean up the place even a little so he could start the process looking after himself.

“You used to let me come and see you every day, bring you food and make sure you showered,” You stared at him as he continued to work on something, either playing ignorant to what you were saying or he really couldn’t hear you over the music. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head as you moved closer to his desk and stretching your hand out to take the mug that was beside his keyboard, only he moved suddenly making you jump and knock the mug - and its contents - all over the pages that were on the desk.

“Shit,” you hissed out, watching as the coffee started to stain the pages, smudging the ink that was all over them.

“What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled, jumping up from his desk and grabbing the sheets, shaking them and letting the coffee splatter everywhere inside of the room while you shook your head,

“It was an accident, I was just trying to clean up and help-”

“I don’t need your help,” He grumbled staring at the music sheets in his hands that were now completely unreadable and ruined thanks to you.

“You say that every time but you know you need me Yoongi. You just don’t-”

“I don’t need you anymore! I’m fine on my own!” He yelled out at you, staring you in the eyes as you felt the burn of every word scoring into your veins and making its way directly to your heart.

“Yeah? Then I guess you don’t need a wife anymore!” You quipped at him, hoping that maybe he would see the error in what he'd said to you.

“Maybe I don’t!” He screamed at you, and you were quick to leave the room, slamming the door behind you praying he would follow after you but he never did.

You thought - back then - that maybe things would blow over and that the two of you would kiss and makeup but it never happened. Yoongi stopped replying to you and the two of you gave up on everything you’d been building together for almost nine years and said to get a divorce.

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon, your honour. I can call-” You didn’t have a chance to finish what you were saying when the door burst open and a very sweaty-looking Yoongi appeared to be standing there. While he was dressed smartly it didn’t match the rest of him, his hair was a mess and far too long for him, he had a beard growing and not to mention there were bags under his eyes letting you know he hadn’t been sleeping yet again. A pang of guilt took over you as you saw him, you knew you shouldn’t care that he was like this but you couldn’t help it. You still loved Yoongi with every part of your body and nothing was ever going to change that for you, even if you were getting a divorce.

“I’m sorry your honour, I was running late because of my alarm and then traffic was bad so I got out and ran here,” You stared at Yoongi as he spoke to the judge but only looked in your direction, his eyes never leaving you while your heart raced against your chest. It felt as though you’d just finished running here and not the other way around, Yoongi's mouth ran dry as soon as he saw you standing there. He'd been getting texts from Chan for the last two months with updates about you, he wanted to know how you were doing and if you were truly okay with this divorce and while Chan told him you seemed fine you never were. 

It was always going to be hard letting go of someone you'd loved for so long and if truth be told, you didn't even want to go through with all of this.

“Sit down and we will proceed.” The judge motioned for him to take a seat opposite you but Yoongi didn’t move an inch, he just stared at you and shook his head. If this was really going to be the last time he would get to see you he needed to get his feelings out onto the table and stop avoiding them.

“Can I have a moment with her?” He questioned, glancing in the direction of the judge and back to Yoongi. It was as though he was scared you would disappear if he looked away for too long.

“A moment?” The judge asked, arching an eyebrow at the two of you while you slowly looked away from Yoongi, trying not to let yourself get too caught up in him, Chan leant forward on his chair to check on you.

“You okay?” He whispered as Yoongi continued to ask for some time with you, his voice shaking a lot as you nodded your head at Chan. He knew you'd been wanting to avoid being alone with Yoongi for a while but now Yoongi was here and he wanted to be alone you wanted the exact same thing.

“Fine, you should go and let the boys know you’ll be late,” You whispered to him, letting him leave the room along with the judge and lawyers that had been waiting for Yoongi to arrive. Everyone had been on time for this except for him but Yoongi didn’t even care. It was all true about him being late and the reason. The alarm hadn’t woken him up because, for the first time in months, he’d finally gotten the sleep he had been desperately needing. 

“Yn,” He breathed out, sitting beside you and placing his hands on top of yours, enjoying the way a spark went through both of you. It might have been two months since he’d gotten to speak to you or even be in the same room as you but every feeling he had for you was still there.

“Yoongi, you show up late and you kick them out? What’s going on with you?” Your eyebrows knitted together as you drank him in, shaking your head as you got a closer look at him. The need to be closer to him was eating you up inside, the need to be near him and be held by him eating you away one bit at a time.

“I need you to come back, don’t sign the papers,” Your heart practically stopped beating inside of your chest. This whole thing had been his idea, the divorce was his idea to get and now he was asking you this.

“What?” Your voice cracked, barely able to hold up the question as you stared at him, your eyes scanning over his face for any sign that this was some kind of sick joke from him. Or maybe this was all a nightmare and you hadn't even woken up yet to get to the solicitor's office.

“Don’t sign the papers, don’t…please..please just don’t,” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, there was a pleading tone in his voice as he begged for you not to do this. For weeks now he'd been wondering how he was going to get you out of doing this, to come back to him after he'd been the one to push you away but all of this time apart confirmed one thing in his mind.

There was no way on this planet, or another...or even in another universe that he was ever going to be able to live without you.

“You don’t know what you’re saying Yoongi,” You murmured, sliding your hands out from him but he was quick to grab them and hold them against his chest, looking deep into your eyes as he searched for any sign that you still loved him.

“I do, I need you…Okay? I was an idiot to go through all of this and I realise that now,” He pleaded with you, his voice breaking with each word that he spoke.

“You don’t need me to remember, you said it yourself.” You tried to take your hands back but he wasn’t allowing them to budge no matter how hard you tried. 

“I was an idiot Yn, please.” You shook your head at him, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as you stated at him, this was all too little to late. Maybe if he'd come to you a few weeks ago this could have been different but you were about to sign the final papers, the final goodbye to one another.

“We’re about to sign the final papers,” You stared down at the papers on the table in front of you, everything had been agreed to between you and the lawyers. Janet had even said it was the easiest divorce she'd ever had to bare witness to.

“And I am begging you not to, I’ll do anything,” he whispered to you, your eyes staring back at him as you tried to sense if any of this was real if he even meant what he was saying. You couldn't go back to the way it was before, watching him ruin his body for the sake of work.

“Yoongi…” You trailed off, your hand slowly being released from his grasp as you ran it over his cheek, sighing when you watched him leaning into your touch and enjoying the way it felt to have you close. This was all yoongi had been thinking about for months, he’d done nothing but miss you from the moment he willingly let you walk out of his office.

“I should have chased after you that day,” He told you as you stared at him, your breathing getting caught in your throat as you watched him.

“You should have,” you laughed weakly, you’d wanted him to come after you and tell you he took everything he said back that day but he never did. He never showed up, not even back at the house when you were there.

“You never came back to tell me you didn’t mean it,” You whispered, your eyes screwed tightly shut as you shook your head.

“You didn’t come back either,” Yoongi shuffled closer to you, running his thumb under your eyes to stop the tears from falling but it only caused them to fall faster.

“Because I was exhausted and upset Yoongi. It was our anniversary,” your voice cracked and he nodded his head, he knew he'd done wrong and that it was going to take a lot more than a simple "I'm sorry" to fix everything that happened between you but he was going to give it his all.

“I fucked up badly, and I know there’s no coming back from it but I want to try and move on from it. I don’t want to lose you,” you stared at him as he pleaded with you, a small knock coming from the door.

“Not everything can be fixed with a simple apology” You moved away from him and shook your head, using the sleeve of your blazer to wipe under your eyes and shake your head at him.

“So then we work on things, every day. We go to counselling, we get help and we work through this together,” You stared at him again and swallowed the lump in your throat, the knocking on the door getting louder, you had no double that it was probably Chan wanting to know what was going on.

“Let's try it again…if you want to?” Yoongi suggested as he stared at you, you wanted to, you wanted to do everything to make it work with Yoongi again so you nodded your head.

“Let's do it,” You whispered as he smiled brightly, staring at you before wrapping you in a tight embrace, your shoulders relaxed completely as you started to cry into his shoulder. After all this time it still felt incredible to be with him.

“Shall I let the judge know?” chan chuckled from the doorway as you nodded and sniffled, rubbing your eyes as you let yourself relax in Yoongi's arms.

“You’re late, you’re late for a very important date,” Yoongi teased as you rushed into the room and panted heavily, traffic had been a nightmare getting here and your boss had managed to make you stay later than anticipated. 

“Makes a change, it’s normally you,” You smirked at him, dropping down onto the sofa beside him and laying your head down on his shoulder and trying to catch your breath.

“Shh,” He whines, tickling your sides and pulling you closer to him. The two of you were here for your monthly session with your couples therapist, who was discharging you from their service as of today. It had been a rough nine months that the two of you were going through but every single second had been worth it now that you were making your marriage work with one another,

“Love you,” You giggled, leaning up to kiss his cheek quickly before the door opened and you were both ready for your last session together.

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Chenford - Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 5 - Ep 20

"S.T.R." AKA "Breakin' My Heart"

After a three week break, we were treated to a Season 6 renewal, the spoiling of Family Feud. And, to my great excitement, some bloody hi-res Chenford photos for the press!

All in all.. yesterday was a good day. But, was tonight a good night?

SPOILER ALERT: I'm the girl who literally wandered through every site on a Star Trek webring to find the Michael Jonas page full of Star Trek: Voyager spoilers. So, if you're wondering if I like spoilers, the answer is yes. I will spoil everything, so reader beware.

All clear on how this works? Golden. Because, I'm ready to dive in.

"This is ready." "That looks good." "Mm, thank you." "Mmhmm." "Hey!

Domesticity is just so cute on them. We've all been holding our breaths about the return of Isabel and what wrench it might throw in Chenford's way (or highlight, like Lucy's UC work), but golly this first scene of seeing them savoring the sweet simplicity of early love? Hell, yeah!

I'm also a huge fan of Tim cooking for Lucy. We've seen him cook for Kojo, of course, but I love that Lucy and Tim split the duties when it comes to cooking.

When Matthew and I first married, I asked what he could cook. He said, "eggs". Spoiler Alert: He could not cook eggs. At all.

So, there's a special place in my heart for men who cook for their women. And, yes, Matthew has learned to cook a lot since we wed.

Getting back to the main event—these two have been intertwined all night. You can't convince me otherwise! Neither of them is in a rush. Tim has taken some time off, and Lucy has been there for him the best she can.

And he. is. hungry. for. more. They both are! They wear the aura of, "I just saw you naked and I need to do it, again".

And insert the roommate who physically separates Chenford in a move that reminds me of the "Make Room for Jesus" moms who walk the floor at the Mormon dances. Yes, I attended one as a teenager. It was an experience.

Tim snaps into "well, that's annoying" mode, complete with the trademark raise of his hand. Lucy dutifully stays on her side of the kitchen until Tamara is cleared, and then that Lucy magnet kicks in, and it's right back to Tim's side.

"There are other rooms in the apartment for that."

Sugar, you weren't here for their first time, but you were here for their first kiss. Do you really believe they can keep their hands off of each other in any room of this apartment?

"I thought you were sleeping in today. No classes."

Okay, in that case, Lucy, maybe no hanky panky on top of the yummy yummy pancakes if Tamara is one wall away. Like, Tim pushing Lucy up against Tamara's door while she is in the room is not sexy. Right? Right.

"You want some? One or two?" "Uh, three please."

First off, love that Tim immediately jumps in to feeding his daughter. I'm Ukrainian Jew on one side and Spanish Catholic on the other. We feed people. It's what we do.

So, I love that Tim is right there for her. I also love that we've gone from, "How is that gonna work? You, me, and Tim?" to seeing it working. Yeah, she's got the typical daughter, "ewwww, don't kiss in front of me!" thing going on, but it's working. It's fitting.

And that's making my stomach hurt.

Because when things are really working in television, that's when they pull the rug out from under you. Drama, angst, instability, and misunderstandings litter our television experience.

So, I'm waiting for the bottom to drop out, as it were.

"No wait, um, shoot. Totally forgot. Uh, Isabel texted me. She's in town and needed to talk. So I just told her to come here. I hope that's okay."

Tim. This is Lucy's home and you invited your ex to her home and forgot to tell her!? Look, I think Lucy would have said yes if he'd asked, and I love that he's confident and comfortable enough to want to do this visit in front of Lucy.

But, Dude, we gotta work on your communication skills. Sex doesn't solve every problem.

"I'm sorry. I meant to tell you after you got out of the shower but, you know, I got in the shower."

I stand corrected. One mention of Shower Sex and Lucy's a little less thrown by the sudden arrival of her husband's ex and reliving that glorious ten... no... it's Tim we're talking about... twenty minutes.

Tamara, on the other hand, is rolling her eyes. But, look, girly, you're the one who encouraged your mom and dad to start shagging. So, really, if you think about it, this is on you.

"It's nice to see you again, Lucy. Thanks for letting me crash your breakfast." "No. Not at all. Um... Can I get you something?" "I wouldn't say no to some coffee."

So, Isabel's quick to read the situation, and she's actually being affable, so that's good. And Lucy's playing good host by offering her something.

And I know we're all a little peeved at Tim for parading the ex in front of his new-ish girlfriend, but I think it says a lot that they all snapped into their roles immediately.

This is Lucy's turf, and Isabel clearly understands she is a guest and not a part of this dynamic. Lucy is the wife. Tim is the husband. Isabel is the ex who we don't hate. (Ashley... now Ashley I hated)

"Tim invited her here. That's weird, right?" "No, I mean, it's totally fine. It's... It's a little weird."

Lucy can let her guard down with her daughter, and Tamara is clued into Lucy in a way Tim isn't quite yet.

Or maybe he just doesn't understand social niceties. I mean, did we ever see him host people at his house besides offering Lucy a place to crash when her best friend died?

Also, we know that he was Military before he was a Rookie, and we know he came up in the Training Academy with Isabel. So, maybe he never had a serious girlfriend before her?

Am I giving him too much leeway because I like him? Or does he need to get his ass in gear and stop flaunting the ex in front of his wifey? Maybe both.

"They're big time in Sylmar."

The power dynamic is interesting, because Tim is cluing Lucy in on this, and clearly taking that to her so she's an equal in the information.

Isabel holds the phone toward Lucy, too. So, she understands the power dynamic. And, damnit, that makes me respect her even more.

"We'll find her."

I love the immediate inclusive language. Sure, it could have been, "We, the Force, will find her", which is reading a little Star Wars coded for my liking, but you understand where I'm going, right?

I tend to think he means, "Lucy and I" because we all know he's going to pull her in.

Now, I'm still wondering how Mr. Metro got pulled into this from an assignments point-of-view (who is running Metro-Patrol liaison while he's chasing a missing girl with his ex?). Is it essential to this Meta? No. But it does give me pause, even as I've got 15 minutes left in the episode.

"Welcome back? Were you on vacation?" "I was on leave for a shooting. "I just got cleared." "You okay?" "Yeah, mostly. Lucy thinks I should start meditating... I know, right?"

First off, after three weeks I legitimately forgot that there was any shooting. Because the phrasing of this line is completely vague. If I didn't know, was he shot? Did he do the shooting? Both? Who knows!?

Second, we can see the chemistry these two had back in the day. I don't know that I'd have this kind of flirty banter with my exes, but I never dated a guy longer than a year and a half before Matthew.

"The famous Isabel."

Nyla clues in on what's going on right away. She really has this amazing ability to zero in on what's going on with Lucy, and it reminds me of her chat with Lucy when she caught her sneaking into the UC Conference.

She sort of talks Lucy through figuring things out for herself. And, yes, we've seen her do that before, too.

"You okay with that?" "Why wouldn't I be? ... It's not a big deal. I mean, he's... he's over her." "I know that. I just making sure you do." "Totally. Stop it!"

First off, girlfriends!! I remember a time when Lucy wanted so badly to be friends with Nyla and Angela. They took her out to a speed dating situation that scared the shit out of her.

Second, it's interesting seeing Lucy's insecurity manifest in a new way... that feeling that something about her is inherently wrong.

It's the programming of a lifetime of being unable to live up to her parents' expectations, and it's one of those things you spend the rest of your life working through. Over and over, again. I should know.

"He did say she looked good." "Why then would she agree to meet at his new girlfriend's apartment?"

Boom! There's my girl's confidence returning. Home base, right? Home turf advantage, right?

Also, how is Tamara allowed in here right now? I don't see her Visitor badge, she's not here on a case, and Lucy didn't walk her in. Does the Front Desk just let her in as "Roommate Privilege"?

"Chen! Let's move."

Now, we all know that Tim is more professional with Lucy inside the Station. But in light of the previous conversation, it did grate a little to hear him address her as "Chen". As though we'd lost some of that home-field advantage.

"So, how long you been dating Lucy?" "A few months. Are you seeing anyone?" ... "They were nice, but you set the bar really high."

Girl, STEP OFF my bestie's man. He is taken. You missed your chance, and now you can wallow in it away from him.

Also, I'm glad you're clean. I'm glad you can finally see that you had a good man. Perfect? Hell, no. Tim's got his issues. But he did love you and care about you.

"I get it, 'cause I held my breath every time you left on a long term assignment. Then you'd come home, and-" "And I'd still be gone in my head, no matter how much I wanted to be with you."

Ouch. So, clearly there were some communication issues, here. I get that there's a lot she couldn't discuss with Tim. But I also feel like there were some choices for her to close him off as a way to protect herself.

"You're gonna need back-up ... So Lucy's on her way here." "I can't believe after everything I put you through you're dating another UC." "I know. But Lucy's different." "She's not another junkie-in-waiting." "You know that is not what I meant." "I know, I just... seeing you again brings it all back up, you know? " "I do."

First off, I love that Tim called Lucy in. He trusts her, he knows she can get the job done, and we're a long way from him trying to shield her from UC work because of his hangups.

Now, I think he might be overcompensating a bit on that, but I'll get to that later.

I also am saddened to see Isabel's insecurities on full display, but I think it shows how far she has come. She was in full denial about being a "junkie" before, but now she's come to terms with her addiction, to a point.

It's something she'll have to live with the rest of her life, as every addict knows. And I'm grateful Tim is being so lovely with her, here. It says a lot about him and how supportive he can be, when allowed.

I think the one problem with Tim being attracted to such independent, strong women is that he doesn't want to get in their way. And that diminishing of himself is going to catch up to him, at some point.

To be clear, I'm not saying these amazing, strong women should hold back in any fashion. But, I do think that Tim needs to be upfront and honest about how he feels to help him process not only his trauma, but help him (and his partner) navigate their future.

"Be careful out there. It's been a minute since you've done this." "You wired?"

I wanted to call the juxtaposition of how Tim addresses both women as they prepare to go into this situation.

I think in some ways, Tim's still seeing the broken, frail version of Isabel he knew at the end of their relationship. But in Lucy, instead of warning her as he might have when she was a Rookie, he has full confidence in her.

For goodness sake, he called her in for this op. Tim knows that Lucy is capable, and so long as he's serving as backup, he knows he has a connection to the case and can be there for her if needed.

But next time she goes deep, again, like she did in Season 3, I have a feeling it's going to be bad for Tim.

Tim will be completely removed from the situation, back to holding his breath, as he did for Isabel. And all the old anxiety and pain is going to resurface because we all know that avoidance is Tim's method for processing trauma.

Also, Isabel's "Always the protector" rubbed me wrong for a while and I couldn't ascertain why. Something about that word, "Protector".

Someone on Twitter pointed out that Rosalind was the one to call Tim Lucy's "fierce protector" and that squared it away for me. I knew it was pinging something in my brain, but it's been a really tough evening, and I just couldn't connect the dots.

So, thank you, Twitter person, whose name I couldn't catch because the bloody feed refreshed too quickly!

"I was hoping to pick your brain a bit." "You wanna know my cheat codes for dating Tim?" "No. I've got him all figured out..."

She has for a very long time. Like, she had his number the moment she stole his wallet and made him wash dishes for dinner.

And I have to remember that Isabel doesn't know their history, here. She was absent or zoned-out on drugs for the entirety of the build up that the rest of us have witnessed.

So, it's borderline adorable in a "Bless her heart" way that she thinks Lucy needs tips, but it also shows that though she's hinted at missing Tim, she knows that's not her place, anymore.

"No, I wanted to ask you about your time under cover. You were a legend." ... "You want to know if it was worth it?"

Yes, I'm about to write all this out. We can see it as a potential preview of Tim and Lucy, as a cautionary tale of the worst way it could go, or simply a bit of wisdom for Lucy to carry with her to reflect on as she moves forward.

"Honestly, I can't answer that. Being undercover derailed my entire life. I lost my husband, my job, my self respect, almost lost my life. But I can't put all that on being a UC. Plenty of people make it out without becoming a full blown addict.... from what Tim tells me you have much healthier coping mechanisms."

So the joking about meditation comes back around to a compliment. Again, I never hated Isabel. I don't think she's the one for Tim, obviously, but she's not an inherently evil person (*cough* Ashley *cough*).

"You're always in fight or flight. that wears on your relationsh9ps no matter what.. but if you go in with your eyes open and you're prepared to make those sacrifices your experience might be different with mine. I hope it is."

That. That right there is why I don't hate this woman. Yes, she misses Tim and that possibility they had once upon a time. But, she knows that Lucy is here to stay, and the knowledge she imparts is filled with wisdom.

"Hey, you get the issue with the wire sorted out? "Yeah, we're good. it got disconnected somehow." ... "Babe, we gotta go."

Don't. Like. Her. Lying. To. Him. I'm sorry, but I keep going back to the "We don't keep secrets from one another", and that just burns me. Lucy, if you're going to do UC, you've gotta keelop some secrets. I get it. But this was a choice to lie to him when you know you're deep in UC with his UC Ex.

Maybe you both need communication lessons.

Hell, we all do, right? That's why we love these characters. They're as flawed as we are, and if they were perfect at everything every time, there'd be nowhere for their stories to grow.

But, that said, I feel like we're just building up for lies to bite Lucy in the ass when it comes to Tim. And my trust of TPTB with ships is hanging by a thread, so I'm choking down the anxiety with coke minis and edamame.

"Who's Tim?"

Love of Lucy's Life. Best Sex She's Ever Had. Hard Ass with a Tight Ass Winner Mid-Wilshire 2010-2023.

"That's not bad. Lucy?"

There it is. Him calling his girl by name.

"It's not like you'd come home and talk to me about it. This girl was clearly important to you and I'd never heard of her until this morning."

Again, we see the utter lack of communication. And we can sit here and assign blame and point fingers. That gets us nowhere. But we're seeing a blueprint for how not to do this.

If one of y'all is gonna be UC, you've got to have your communication down. Not just on favorite surfaces and positions, but on what matters to you as a unit so you can survive the stress and strain as a couple.

"I saw how alone you were at a moment I felt alone myself. So I looked out for you and took care of myself in the process."

From everything we've heard, tonight, I get the impression that Isabel self-isolates. And I get that. A lot of us do that.

And, yes, we can argue that she was undercover at this moment, but I think it's more than that. I think that something she mentioned in her past leads her to internalize rather than share.

But Tim would never draw it out of her. He's not the type. And so she squirreled deeper and deeper into herself while he spiraled, looking for what he was doing wrong.

Remember, he initially thought she was having an affair. Because he wasn't enough. Because he was doing something wrong. Because he had failed her, somehow.

There is the potential for the past to repeat itself if Tim and Lucy aren't careful.

"Do you want a beer?" "Yeah. Sounds great."

Tim and Lucy walk in, both beat from the day. He places his backpack in its usual place—beside the liquor. Lucy immediately goes for the fridge. They have a rhythm.

"She seems good. Happy." "Isabel?" "Mm." "Yeah. Yeah she deserves it." "Hmmm."

There's a little unease, there. I don't think Lucy feels threatened by Isabel anymore, but she's building up to something. Tim, on the other hand, knows there's something she's holding back.

They really do have each other's numbers. But they don't quite have the connection nailed, yet.

And we are back with these two on the couch. But this time we're not looking at the beer hand off from a birds-eye view, as though we're sneaking a peek into a potentially intimate moment.

No, this time the camera is in on the intimacy in a two-shot, and we're not voyeurs so much as a fern on the windowsill—belonging if not interacting.

"It was nice to get to know the actual person behind all your stories." "Is that what you were doing when you turned your mic off?" "No. We were talking trash about you, of course." "Funny"

I am very proud of him for calling her on it. It reminds me of the hotel scene where he was the one to bring up the blossoming attraction between them.

It's consistent that every now and then Tim will be the one to initiate the uncomfortable conversation, especially where Lucy is concerned.

"Can I share something vulnerable with you?" "Yeah, of course." I love working undercover. I love it, but I've never gone as deep as Isabel did." ... "You're worried you won't be able to handle it."

Okay, Tim is not trying to discourage her, here. On the contrary, he is prepared to build her up and tell her how wonderful she is.

We all know that Tim didn't want Lucy to go anywhere near UC. But we've also proven many times that he is fully aware of her capabilities, and even willing to help her study to reach her goals.

So, he wasn't planning on enforcing her doubts, here. He was ready to build her up, encourage her, and help her reach her goal.

Because Tim doesn't want to ever stand between someone he loves and what they truly want—because he never believes it will be him.

Tim has major issues with inadequacy and not feeling deserving of the good in his life. He had his weakness beaten into his head from a young age, and he still defaults back to it—I'm not good enough.

So, he is not going to deter Lucy from what she wants... but he should be honest. And I worry that in his quest to be most supportive boyfriend ever he is skipping honesty.

And those little lies these two have been planting will only grow and multiply, like the vines choking my carport.

"No. I'm worried that you won't."

Lucy places her hand on his shoulder, a natural place I notice that hand goes now that they're dating. He places his hand over hers, and I'm having Episode 1 of Season 5 flashbacks, except this time his hair isn't greased back and she's not wearing a nose ring.

"Pretend" my ass. These two were clearly already a thing. Right? Right.

"I'll be fine. Okay? I will."

He's trying to convince both of them, but she's unsure.

"Come here."

Lucy snuggles up against him easily, the two adopting a pose that previously was only seen by them. He wraps an arm around her, the other finding her knee as she drapes her leg over top of him. Her head rests on the crook of his arm as her hand hovers above his heart.

Tim does this little closed-eyed head shake, the same one he did when Lucy got him to admit he couldn't be objective where she was concerned.

This is not fine.

Because Lucy is terrified he'll bail as much as he's frightened he'll fail.

Think about it. Lucy has had everyone bail on her. Heck, Chris might've been the first guy she straight up broke up with. Nolan easily walked away from her, the firefighter texted his regards, and the guy before all them married her best friend who he was banging while Lucy lived with him.

Not to mention her parents. They were willing to love her as long as she stayed within the lines of her expectations. But once she pursued life as a cop, they turned their backs on her.

Her one supportive friend—her best friend—left her unwillingly. But he's still gone.

And here's Tim. She loves him. She loves them. But she also loves UnderCover. And she's terrified that if she chooses it, he's eventually going to bail because he can't handle it.

And that's really fucking unfair of her, but I also totally get it with her history.

And how she perceives his. From the outside point-of-view, she sees that Isabel was this total rock star at her job and things degraded with her and Tim to the point that she got addicted.

But there's so much more to the story than that. And Lucy's not asking Tim for that because she "knows Tim" and knows he doesn't like to talk things out. But, damnit, they need to talk things out if this is going to work.

Because Tim wanted to be a supportive husband to Isabel. Yes, he was terrified for her, but I think he thought she'd talk to him when she was ready. She never did. She never opened up.

And, again, not putting the blame for what happened in Tim's last marriage on his ex. They both bear blame for it, truly.

Lucy is different from Isabel in that she has a psych degree and understands that working through things and talking through them is essential to relationships.

However, in practice, she's one of those people who can diagnose others but not herself. We saw it when she was trying to convince herself her trauma was behind her when she returned to the Force after her abduction.

Lucy is missing a major component, here, and while she was trying to reach out to Tim, she actually pushed him away. Because he feels like he's holding her back, in some way... that he's in the way of her dreams.

And now his insecurities are on full blast. He's been doing his best to shove them down and enjoy the ride, as it were. But Isabel's presence didn't just bring up the marriage that failed, but also his feelings of inadequacy as a husband.

He likes to sit there and talk about all the things he should have done, how he failed her, how he got it wrong. Because it's so easy for him to see himself as the issue.

But he has no idea how to process because he refuses to communicate. And not communicating with Lucy is going to hurt them. It just is. Because relationships are nothing without communication.

Gosh, this reads like a major downer on an episode that had multiple kisses and lots of meaty Chenford domesticity. But, the hammer has to drop. And we, my friends, are often the nails. Yeah, my head hurts after that final scene.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you had some fun! And I hope we end the season on a positive note for these two. They have a lot of learning to do. But if they learn to start communicating, I have high hopes for these lovebirds.

And, do me a favor and give the people you love a hug tonight. A friend of mine who's been battling terminal cancer on and off for years just got the news tonight that there's nothing more than can be done.

She is 38 and has had unfair thing after unfair thing in this life, and it bloody breaks my heart. In a few weeks, one of my few constant friends since childhood may be gone.

And I'm trying desperately to get back to Wilmington to see her before then, because sickness and treatments on both sides have kept us apart the last year.

So, hug the ones you love. Cherish them. Give someone a call. And take photos. So. Many. Photos. It's good to remember the good times when times are tough.

Goodnight, my lovelies.

#Chenford #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #The Rookie #Meta #Lucy x Tim #Tim x Lucy

[stephstars08]

Sick Inside

LSU! Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language and Jealousy

Description: Y/N L/N has known Joe Burrow for a long time but they got separated but do get reunited at LSU. Y/N has always been head over heels for Joe however someone stops her from finally telling him how she truly feels. Will something happening unexpected finally give her the courage to tell her long time best friend how she feels or will she continue to hide away?

Inspired Song: Sick Inside by Hope Pawlowe (Don’t worry, this story as a more happy ending than the song!)

  Author’s Note: I’m not going to be saying much right now but I will be having an announcement coming sometime before Tuesday so please stay tuned because it will be very important!

Word Count: 2,600

Ever since Joe transferred to LSU the first person, he got in contact with was Y/N. The reason for that is because Y/N and Joe actually go way back. Y/N and Joe first met back in middle school in Ohio. They were best friend until they hit tenth grade when Y/N and her family moved to Louisiana because that’s where her dad got a new job. It was hard leaving Ohio and Y/N was upset that she had to move away from Joe. Joe was the closet friend she had there. When Joe decided to transfer from Ohio State to LSU he immediately got in contact with Y/N. It didn’t take long for them to reconnect. It was like they were never apart. It also didn’t take long for Y/N feelings for Joe to come back either. When they started eighth grade Y/N developed a crush on Joe but when they started high school that crush turned into something way more. When Y/N reconnected with him she had so much confidence in telling him about her feelings, but it then quickly faded away when Joe met her roommate Ella. Y/N saw a connection between her two best friends. Joe and Ella have gone out a lot together but haven’t gone official.

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It was a Saturday afternoon and Y/N was in her shared dorm by herself like she normally is on Saturdays. She was laying on her bed wrapped up in her comfy blanket with her laptop on her lap. She was getting ready to watch a movie on Netflix when she heard a knock on the door.

“Ugh seriously!” Y/N grumbled as she took her laptop off her lap and sat it on the table next to her bed. She pulled her blanket off her and stood up from the comfortable position she was in. Y/N walked over to the door and opened it to see Joe standing there. “Joe.” Y/N said surprised to see him.

She can tell he just came from football practice by what he was wearing. Even in fucking sweats he looks like the sexiest man on the whole planet. “Hey um is this is a bad time?” Joe said in a curious tone. “No, not at all.” Y/N reassured him.

“Come on in.” She said stepping to the side so he can walk inside the dorm. “Thanks.” Joe said with a smile and walked into the dorm. “That damn smile.” Y/N mumbled quietly to herself as she closed the door.

“Where is Ella?” Joe asked her as he sat on the end of Y/N’s bed. “To be honest I don’t know. She just told me she had to run a bunch of errands today.” Y/N told him with a sigh as she leaned her back up against the closed door.

“You alright?” Joe asked her with concern in his tone. He could sense something was up with her. “Just tired from my classes and bored out of my fucking mind.” Y/N told him which made Joe let out a laugh. “In that case how about I take you out somewhere.” Joe suggested which made Y/N’s heart rate speed up.

She doesn’t even remember the last time she went somewhere it was just her and Joe. She always went out with him and Ella.

“What place do you have in mind?” Y/N asked once she calmed down her nerves down. She’s known this man for so long and she still get nervous around him sometimes. “Wherever you want to go I’ll take you there. We can go somewhere and get something to eat.” Joe told her. “Okay, sounds like fun.” Y/N told him with a small smile as she tore herself away from the door so that she was standing up straight.

 Joe drove him and Y/N down the street to a pizza place that they have been going to ever since Joe transferred to LSU. As they ate their pizza, they talked about how the football team was doing since the season just started. Since Joe has transferred, he’s been the starting quarterback for the team. Y/N has been to every game to support him. She’s even been to the away games as well to cheer on her favorite football players. After they finished eating, they drove back to campus and went to an ice cream place that wasn’t far from the girl’s dorm. They were planning on eating outside but it started raining so they decided to eat in Joe’s car.

“So, what’s next for you when you graduate in December?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “I think I want to go into the NFL.” Joe told her. “That’s great Joe!” Y/N told him in excitement. “Yeah, but um I don’t think Ella is going to be pleased with it.” Joe told her with a heavy sigh. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked in confusion and ate a spoonful of her ice cream. “We’ve been talking about becoming an official couple, but I’ve been wanting to wait and see which team selects me to play for them.” Joe explained to her. “I just want to make sure that she wants to follow me.” Joe added as he sat his empty ice cream cup in one of the cup holders.

“Do you really like her?” Y/N asked him as she stared down into the empty ice cream cup she held onto her lap. “Yeah, I think I do.” Joe answered with a nod. “Then um I would talk to her about it. You really like her so you should talk about your future with her.” Y/N told him as she continued to stare down at the cup. “You’re right, thanks for the advice, Y/N.” Joe said with a smile as he put one of his hands onto her shoulder which sent the butterflies in her stomach in a frenzy. “No problem.” Y/N told him looking up at him with a small smile.

As much as Y/N is head over heels for the quarterback she has to respect that he has feelings for a different girl.

 Joe parked his car in front of Y/N’s dorm building. It was still raining but not as hard as it was when they got ice cream. After Joe turned off the car Y/N got out with him since he told her that he would walk her back to her dorm. Joe was on the sidewalk waiting for her. Y/N went to step onto the curb, but her clumsiness made her trip on the curb and almost made her fall onto the hard concrete, but Joe caught her before her legs could even touch the cold, wet ground.

“Are you okay?” Joe asked her as he helped her onto the sidewalk. “Yeah, thanks.” Y/N answered as she held onto his arms that were wrapped around her lower back.

When she looked up from the ground her eyes locked onto his’s. Both got lost into each other’s eyes and they didn’t even realize that they were leaning in. Their lips met into a slow and soft kiss. Y/N felt electricity shoot all through her body.

When they pulled away Y/N couldn’t she kissed her best friend. She kissed her long-term crush. She just kissed a guy that has feelings for a different girl and that different girl is her other best friend. What the fuck did she just do? What the fuck was she think?

“Oh my gosh!” Y/N said stepping out of Joe’s embrace. “Y/N- “Joe started but she cut him off. “I need to go.” Y/N said and quickly ran towards the doors of the building. “Y/N!” Joe called out to her, but she just ignored him and ran into the building.

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It’s now been a couple days since Y/N’s kiss with Joe. As much as the kiss made her feel like she was flying, but she felt sick inside after they pulled away. She can’t help but feel like she betrayed Ella for kissing Joe, the guy that’s she’s crazy about. Y/N felt like she should’ve been able to control herself.

Y/N was laying on her bed doing some homework when Ella walked into the dorm. “Hey!” Ella said as she put her bookbag down by the door. “Hi.” Y/N said in a soft tone as she continued her focus on her laptop. “Are you alright?” Ella asked as she closed the door. Y/N just nodded as she typed on her keyboard. “Are you sure? You’ve been really quiet the past couple of days.” Ella said with concern in her tone. “Yeah, just been stressed from my classes.” Y/N told a lie.

Of course, she isn’t going to tell her the real reason why she’s been keeping to herself.

“Oh, okay well I just came to drop my book bag here since I’m meeting Joe somewhere.” Ella told her as she walked over to the closet. Y/N’s blood boiled in jealousy. She knows she has no right to be feeling that way, but she couldn’t help it. “Cool.” Y/N said trying her best for it not to come out in a snappy tone.

“Yeah, he said he needs to talk to me about something important.” Ella told her opening the closet up to get her purse. Y/N just stayed silent since she already knew what Joe was going to talk to her about.

Ella put her purse around her shoulder and closed the closet. “I’ll see you later.” Ella told her grabbing her keys from her back pocket and walked out of the dorm room.

Y/N let out a loud sigh to calm her nerves down so she could continue her schoolwork.

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It was the next morning and Y/N was getting ready to go to class when Ella woke up earlier then normal. Usually Y/N is gone by the time she wakes up.

“Hey, do you have some time. I really need to talk to you about something.” Ella said in a curious tone as she sat up in her bed. “Oh, I’m actually running late but I can meet you somewhere for lunch.” Y/N told her as she picked up her book bag and put the straps around her shoulders.

“Okay, sounds good.” Ella told her with a nod. “See you then.” Y/N said grabbing her keys and walked out of the dorm.

 Ella texted Y/N where she wanted her to meet her. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what Ella needs to talk to her about. Y/N immediately thought about her kiss with Joe. Did Joe tell her about their kiss. After the girls got their food, they took a seat at a table outside since it was a beautiful day in Louisiana.

“So, um what do you want to talk to me about?” Y/N asked trying not to sound nervous. “Joe told me that you and him kissed the other night.” Ella told her which made Y/N’s heart drop to her stomach. “Listen, Ella we just got caught up in moment. I’m so sorry!” Y/N told her with panic in her tone. “Woah, Y/N calm down. It’s all okay.” Ella told her in a calming tone.

“What? How is it all okay? Don’t you really like Joe?” Y/N said still in panic but also with some confusion in her tone. “Yeah, I do but he also told me that the kiss brought back the feelings he had for you since you two were back in Ohio together.” Ella told her which made Y/N’s eyes go wide.

“He-He d-does?” Y/N stuttered since her body went into complete shock. “Yeah, and I told him that he should try something with you since I believe that you two have a brighter future together.” Ella told her with a smile.

“I mean you have feelings for him too, right?” Ella asked. “I’m crazy about him.” Y/N confessed as her cheeks turned a light shade of red.

Man, it felt good to finally say it out loud Y/N thought to herself.

“Then I think you two have a lot to talk about.” Ella told her with a smirk. “Are you sure you are okay with it?” Y/N asked her. “Hundred percent!” Ella reassured her. “Thanks Ella!” Y/N said as her lips curved into a big smile. “What are best friends for?” Ella told her.

The girls continued to talk while they ate their lunch.

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It was the next day and Y/N was ready to talk to Joe. After her lunch with Ella, she did think more about what could happen between her and Joe.

Y/N thought about what Joe told her about what he wants to do after he graduates, and she is willing to go wherever he goes. Even though he’ll be graduating in Dec        ember, and she’ll be gradating in May, she’ll be okay with doing the long-distance thing.

She’s just hoping that Joe is on the same page.

Y/N parked her car in front of Joe’s apartment building. She turned her car off and grabbed everything she needed from the passenger seat. Y/N got out of the car and made her way into the apartment building. As she walked up her steps her heartrate kept picking up. Once she was at Joe’s apartment door, Y/N took a deep breath to calm her nerves that were going frantic. She knocked three times on the door and waited patiently. When the door opened there stood the handsome quarterback star.

“Y/N, hey.” Joe said surprised to see her since after not hearing from her since the kiss, he thought she wanted nothing to do with him. “Hi, I wanted to stop by and talk to you about something important.” Y/N told him in a normal tone since once the door opened all her nerves settled down.

“Okay, come on in.” Joe said as he stepped to the side for her to walk inside. Y/N gave him a smile and walked into the apartment. “We can talk on the couch.” Joe said closing the door and walking over to the couch with her beside him. They took a seat onto the couch together.

“Ella told me about what you two talked about a couple of days ago.” Y/N told him. “Listen, Y/N I understand if you don’t feel the same way I mean we’re best friends and I did eventually move on from you after you moved out of Ohio but when we kissed that night all of those feelings I thought were gone came flooding back.” Joe confessed to her. “It’s okay, Joe.” Y/N told him as she took one his hands in hers. “I have feelings for you too.” She confessed to him with a big smile on her face.

“I’m sorry I never told you. I just never thought that you would ever feel the same.” Y/N told him. “Hey, don’t be sorry. It’s all good.” Joe reassured her as he gave her hand a light squeeze.

“Joe, I’m willing to go wherever you go.” Y/N told him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to drag you anywhere.” Joe said to her. “I’ll go wherever you get drafted.” Y/N told him in reassurance. Joe cupped her cheek with his other hand and connected his lips with hers. Their lips fitted together just like a puzzle piece. They continued to kiss till they had to pull away for air.

“Do you want to go get some dinner for our first date?” Joe asked her in a curious tone as he stroked her cheek lightly. “I’d love to!” Y/N told him with a big smile and reconnected their lips together for another passionate kiss.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow oneshot #Bengals #cincinnati bengals #cincinnati #lsu #Lsu Football #LSU tigers #nfl #football #college football #fanfiction #fanfic #ohio #ohio state #Ohio State Buckeyes #Ohio State Football #joe brr #joe cool #who dey #nfl imagine

[lostmyhufflepuffstatus]

Tear Drops on My Guitar

Word Count: 957

Summary: You've been friends with Sam Winchester for a long time, but lately you have been gaining more than platonic feelings for him.

Warnings: terrible writing as per usual

Genre: Angst????

A/N: I guess I'm breaking out of my Criminal Minds fandom shell... not going to lie the Supernatural fandom scares me... even though I have been a part of it for over 8 years.

Requests: OPEN

It had been two years of being at Stanford University with Sam Winchester, a year and a half since you got the courage to talk to him in a shared class, and just over a year of friendship. It was a shock to nobody when you told a mutual friend about your more than platonic feelings for Sam. For a while, you held up hope that he might share those feelings, I mean, it's hard not to form a bond with someone who was up all-night studying with you and was one of the first people to congratulate you when you got that near perfect score on the LSATs, even though they were a music composition major.  

There were many drunken nights where he would tell you a bit about his family, how his father was constantly moving him and his brother around as kids, and how Sam never got the chance to put down secure roots in one place until he got into school. He admitted that he hadn’t told anyone about that until you. He could finally have friends and a life of his own. You thought about those nights a lot 

  You dragged your eyes away from his form, looking down at your notebook to look like you were studying, but the paper was blank. You knew deep down that if you kept looking at him with her, you would start crying in the middle of the courtyard. But you couldn’t help yourself as your eyes returned to him and Jessica. You wished with everything you had that you could hate her, that you could just pretend she didn’t exist, that she was some horrible monster that would just go away once you opened your eyes and stopped being scared. But you couldn’t. She made your best friend so happy; she was so kind to everyone and had never said a hateful thing about anyone that didn’t deserve it. That was what hurt the most.  

You couldn’t picture anyone more perfect for Sam, nobody else deserved the kind of love that he showed her. You had never seen the smile on his face that he had. Sure, he smiled at you, and those were genuine, but the smiles he reserved for Jessica made him look alive like he was invisible.  

You forced yourself to look away and gather up your things. You had tortured yourself for too long. While rushing to shove things into your bag, you couldn’t fight the urge to just look up one last time. As you were standing up Sam turned his head away from his conversation with Jess and met your gaze. You saw his face break out into the brightest smile, and that hurt. You forced the muscles in your face to return his grin with a small smile of your own. He looked like he was going to get up to try and talk to you, but you knew that you couldn’t take to him right now without spilling your heart out for him, and the rest of the students wandering around to see. You gave him a small wave before turning on your heel and making your way out of the courtyard as calmly as possible.  

You could feel your eyes starting to burn with tears. The second you knew you were sure Sam wasn’t following you and you were out of his line of sight; you started running to your room. You needed the safety of the four blank walls. It was a blessing that your roommate had gone home for the weekend and wouldn’t be back until Monday.  

You almost broke your key in the lock as you rushed to push the door open. You closed it hard behind you and locked it. The moment the lock clicked into place you felt the tears come. Sliding down the door, you covered your face in your hands and just let the tears go and today you couldn't seem to get them to stop. You didn’t know how much time you spent sitting on the floor in front of your door, how long you felt like the sobs being forced from your body would tear you in half. It was long enough for the sun to start its descent in the sky and the first stars began to show. After the last tear was expelled from your body, you forced yourself to take a deep breath, and then another.  

Standing up you turned to the mirror that was covered in pictures, pictures of your family, your friends from home, your cats Moose and Squirrel, and of course a picture of you and Sam. That one had been taken on your 21st birthday. He had his arm around your shoulders, and you were making stupid faces at the camera completely in a world of happiness and bliss. You carefully removed the photo from the mirror and held it in your hands; you had an impulsive thought to just tear the photograph into little pieces and throw them away. But you knew that you would regret that if you did, so you shoved it into a drawer in your desk. You shoved your shoes off, not bothering to put them back where they needed to go before climbing into your bed, still in your day clothes. Pulling the blankets over your head, you hugged a pillow close to your chest and forced your eyes to close.  

Maybe going to bed early, incredibly early apparently since the sun hadn’t fully set, and getting some sleep would make you feel better. Forcing your eyes to close, you hugged the pillow tighter as the first silent tears began to fall you thought about that smile, it was like you were back in the courtyard again but this time instead of Jess, that smile was for you. 

#sam winchester imagines #sam winchester oneshot #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester reader insert #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester angst #supernatural imagines #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfiction

[ethereallocs]

We’re Just Friends-Modern Au! Rhaenyra x Dornish Male Reader

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Dornish Male Reader (House of Blackmont)

Content/Warning: !!🔞 PLUS ONLY!!, age-gap, sexual tension, lots of jealousy, toxic relationship, strap-on penetration, femme-dom, angst, swearing.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You and Rhaenyra have been inseparable since you were kids. She accepted you when you could express who you really were to anyone else and overtime you’ve grown to love her in ways a bestfriend shouldn’t. Should you tell her or is it worth possibly losing a friendship?

Author’s Notes: The content/warning section is something I put on all my stories because it will come up eventually and I like to let everyone know it’s for adults and adults only. Also I’ve somewhat changed the ages of Rhaenyra and her brother Aegon so Jace and everyone else aren’t involved in the story.

Chapter One

You and Rhaenyra first met in secondary school for your first year. You had just moved from Dorne over the summer, being the hot topic of discussion when you arrived Y/N Blackmont. One of the most prestigious families of Westoros in King’s Landing. You were walking down the hall dressed in the normal outfit set out for yourself everyday a preppy button up, a skirt, and some platformed boots.

As everyone knew Dorne was a more accepting culture. Women were sexually liberated and men were allowed to take on the lovers that suited them men or women. But in King’s Landing it was foreign to them and of course ignorance came along with it. The bullying was relentless on your first day only stopping when Rhaenyra Targaryen spoke up for you. She was a few years ahead of you and seemed to be an all around tomboy.

Aegon and his group of dick wads had been the ones making thing difficult for you, following you around nonstop projecting no doubt. “Hey…are you a boy or a girl?” It was a good thing you had thick skin an even sharper tongue. “Why Aegon? Do you think I’m pretty?” He grimaced and cocked a fist back before his older sister grabbed onto his shoulder pulling him aside. “What the fuck are you doing?” She scolded him like a mother.

She was thin and a little taller than an average girl. Her skin pale like snow and eyes the color of lavender. Her silver locks were cut short and her style well let’s just say the both of you were very androgynous. “I’m sorry about my brother he can be a cunt…and you are?” You were a bit shocked that she even bothered to acknowledge you. “Oh yeah it’s okay…I prepared myself for someone to come fucking with me today. I’m Y/N…Y/N Blackmont.”

“Well, Y/N I think you and I are going to great friends…don’t you think?” She wrapped her arm into yours and dragged you away like you were her new prized pet and you two have been inseparable ever since. The years had passed and Rhaenyra had graduated from King’s Landing Prep and went to uni and two years later you soon followed. The two of you had become roommates and every professor and student knew if they saw one of you the other was not too far behind.

It seemed like it took forever for Friday to come, but finally it was here. You had exams to do and Rhaenyra had no classes today so she was at home waiting for you. You decided with how well you did it was time to celebrate so you went to the liquor store and bought a bottle of Dorne’s best tequila. Coming through the door your smile quickly turned into a frown seeing who was on your couch. What the fuck was she doing here?

Rhaenyra’s “girlfriend” Lydia Tyrell, now in the beginning you actually wanted to like her, but it was clear that Ms. Tyrell wanted to be the only important person in Rhaenyra’s life. She made it a point to always make the plan you two made fall through. She often threw snarky jabs at you that Rhaenyra was to cunt drunk to pick up on, but you endured for the happiness of your friend.

“Oh..Lydia…you’re here…” You tried to seem happy about her being there, but you failed horribly. “Y/N..” She responded coldly, soon you were interrupted and your smile returned seeing her come out of her room just as excited to see you. Running to you, Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around you picking you up in the air, were you really that light? You blush. “Rhae…put me down please..” you laughed like giddy child before she placed you back on the ground. “So how’d my baby do?” You pulled out the bottle of tequila and squealed. “I passed bitch!!!!” The two of you jumped up and down like highschool girls and Lydia cleared her throat causing the both of you to look her way.

“Umm..congratulations and everything, butttt we have a party to go to tonight. So sorry to cut your celebration so short, love.” A smug smile curled upon her lips. That condescending little cunt. You gritted your teeth into a cheerful grin. “Oh no it’s fine you made plans before this so it’s no biggy.” Rhaenyra pulled you in to whisper something to you. “We can get fucked up when I get back I promise.” She pulled away smiling at you with that smile that gave you butterflies sometimes. Lydia looked like she could’ve puked and you relished how annoyed you made her. “But while you wait Aegon said he was coming by he wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk to me about what?” She shrugged. “I think he likes you honestly.” You scoffed and gagged. “You’re not trying to hook me up with your brother. The same brother that bullied me, because of how I dress and identify? I think the fuck not..” She winced, remembering just how bad he treated you. “Yes you are right. You know he actually came out last year. And he’s been talking about you nonstop for some reason.”

“I’m not the least bit attracted to him so no.” Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and playfully popped the back of your thigh. “Well, you should find someone you like…you’ve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend since I’ve known you.” She was right you weren’t too good at dating. You were a bit awkward with affection and girls didn’t actually gravitate to you since you were on the feminine side yourself. “Rhae…you know I would like my own person…but people don’t stick around long enough to get past all of this.” You sighed

“But, I’ll be fine my toys are my lovers.” You chuckled and Rhae gave you this look that you couldn’t quite read, but it made you nervous. “Well, I’m going to take a shower and start getting drunk in my room. You two have fun at your party. Love ya.” You said sweetly before disappearing in the back of the apartment. “Love you too.” She yelled in your direction.

You sighed after your shower taking two shots of the harsh but smooth spirit. You blasted your music hearing your best friend and her bitch of a girlfriend going at it in the next room…gross. Soon you heard a knock on the door and you got up to answer. You were in some spandex shorts and a crop top. Your dark locks still wet from the shower were pinned up with a hair clip. Opening the door it was her brother. “Hey, Y/N. Can I come in? I brought party favors.” He held up two bottles of tequila and you smiled somewhat. “Oh yeah come in, let me go get my bottle from my room.” You noticed his wandering eyes and gave him a cheeky smile. “Yeah I know I look good.” you teased.

Once you were back you sat on the couch next to him and turned on the tv, the silence between the two of you was deafening. “So I heard you passed your exam.” This was how he was going to start the conversation? “Oh yeah. I kinda psyched myself out, but I got a perfect score.” He smiled giving you a friendly push, “That’s good. You’re pretty damn smart any way.” You smile, “Thanks.” He cleared his throat again you could sense him getting a tad nervous. “So…Y/N first and foremost I want to apologize for the way I treated you when we were kids. I’m was an idiot, trying to deal with my own shit and I don’t know if Nyra has told you, but I’m gay…” You listened intently knowing where this was probably headed. “When did you figure that out?”

He smiled and looked down to his shoes before his lavender gaze found your sweet pools of honey. “If I’m being honest around the time I saw you..” That was a shocker you basically despised one another or so you thought. “Oh so you were taking your insecurities out on me?” He looked away from you and sighed. “Look, I’ve been thinking about how I was going to say this all day, but I like you a lot..and I was hoping we could start over and I could take you out?”

You smiled a bit and thought about it honestly what could it hurt a date could only either go great or not like they plan but forgiving him wouldn’t hurt you either. “Okay, well I forgive you and sure you can take me out on a date.” He smiled and hugged you kissing your cheek. Your cheeks flushed and you opened your mouth to speak, but you were interrupted by Lydia barging out of Rhaenyra’s room. “I’m fucking sick of this! You always take him everywhere we go. On dates, movies, parties…when can I ever have you to myself.”

Rhaenyra was seething her face red with anger. “I’ve noticed you don’t like him and I want to know why? He’s done nothing, but be nice to you and you insist on being a cold bitch!” Lydia was in shock, you and Aegon were meer bystanders. “I wouldn’t be so bothered by Y/N if you weren’t so clearly in love with him.”Lydia stormed out and Rhaenyra turned to you. Aegon hopped up going into the kitchen to grab some shot glasses. “Time to get fucked up!” He yelled and you laughed nervously, grabbing Rhaenyra’s hand.

“Let me talk to her for a second..we will be back.” He nodded and you pulled her into your room. “What the fuck just happened?” You asked and Rhaenyra bursted into tears. “I mentioned that I wanted you to come with us I know how nervous you were about being alone with my brother and I said it would be a good idea for you to maybe meet someone there…and that’s when she stormed out…I know I’ve been oblivious to how she’s treated you the last two years, but she’s brought you up so much lately. Starting arguments about you specifically asking why do you have to live here as if I’d kick you out for her.”

You pulled her into your chest for a hug and sighed rocking her slowly. “It’s alright she was a bitch anyway I only tolerated her, because I wanted you to be happy.” She held onto your slender waist tightly and sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve broken it off with her as soon as you told me.” You sigh humming. “I just wanted you to be happy Rhae.” She could hear your heart beating..oh how it pounded with her laying on you this way. “Maybe we should go take some shots.” You picked her up and led her to the kitchen.

Later that night you all were drunk off your asses and you and Aegon were getting rather acquainted with each other dancing and laughing together. Rhaenyra watched them closely and sulked the green with jealousy. Then you favorite song came on and she stood up to take you away from her little brother and held you from behind swaying you. You melted into her, her brother long passed out once he hit the couch. She sang to you and you smiled shivers going down your spine as she place a sweet kiss against your shoulder.

“She was right…” you look out of the corner of your eye. “What?” Her voice a soft whisper, “Lydia…she was right..I love you.” You laughed nervously “Of course I love you too, you’re my bestfriend, Rhae.” She shook her head and pulled you away into her room locking the door behind you. She called you by the nick name she had given and seemed to be fighting with herself. “No…I want you, Y/N. You don’t understand how badly I want you.” You were still dizzy from the tequila, but she said it. “But, I thought you only liked girls…what about Lydia…what about Aegon?”

She chuckled, “Fuck her and he can always find someone else. And I do mostly…but I like you too.” Her hands soft cupped you delicately chiseled face and pulled you in for a kiss. The taste of the tequila on her tongue excited you. Her hands quickly finding their way on your body. Your slender yet toned frame was surprisingly soft like that of the women she’s had before.

“Rhaenyra…” You whimpered her name and she cooed inhaling your scent. You smelled sweet like vanilla and she groaned reaching into you shorts grabbing onto your tones buttocks your hands reaching up her tank top to cup her breasts. Catching your lips again she moaned into them and bit at the soft supple flesh of your bottom lip. Your cock twitching within your shorts.

She of course had the upper hand dominating you with just a kiss. She a hand to the front of your short cupping your cock squeezing slightly you gasped causing you to leak into her hand. “You’re pathetic you know that…” She looked at you and smiled leaning in to kiss you again when you both heard a loud crash and Aegon yelling something inaudible… “Fuck..” you both hiss. “Rhaenyra opened the door and walked out first. “What the fuck have you broken now?” She groaned “Aegon, my fucking coffee table?!?!”

You laughed soon following behind her. He tried getting up to piss, in his words and fell in the coffee table. She sighed holding two fingers to the bridge of her nose and you were seeing if he was okay. The two of you carried him to her bed and then went back to clean up the mess in the living room. “Would you like to come sleep with me tonight?” By the time you two were finished you were far to exhausted to continue with what had just so instead she wrapped her arms about you and laid on your chest while you fingers slid up and down her back. She fell asleep, but you stayed awake wondering what was to happen now..

To be continued…

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'tis the damn season (dayasco)

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Merry ficmas @snowflakenali. I hope you enjoy!

Christmas could easily be considered bittersweet for Bosco.

Ever since they officially moved out, life has definitely gotten easier. They went "no-contact" with their family -- or at least one side of them, the ones that would have had a heart attack seeing her take progesterone--, and they could live much more authentically. Money wasn’t too much of an issue: she had a few roommates and was used to supporting herself financially. Sure, she could wish her job paid more and that she didn't have to fake a smile whenever certain regulars came in, but other than that, things were good!

Bosco trudged into the kitchen and made herself a pot of coffee. As a barista, it felt nice to make drinks voluntarily and charge ten dollars for a cup. They weren’t huge on having all of the bells and whistles that come with their line of work, but they were nice sometimes. Sometimes a girl wants a glorified milkshake, and that’s okay. Today, however, was a black coffee day. No cream, no sugar. Just the bitter taste that woke her up in the morning.

Bosco had heard talks about one of the housemates getting an espresso machine; the possibility of it being a Christmas gift, however, was up in the air.

While in the middle of taking her first sip, she felt something shoved into her face. She couldn't quite tell what it was until she looked up, seeing her partner holding the plant with a mischievous, sly look on her face. “Mistletoe… subtle.” Bosco deadpanned before taking another sip. “Are you gonna put that in the doorway, or keep hanging it in front of my face until I kiss you?”

Daya dramatically sighed, nearly flinging the mistletoe onto the floor. “Ugh, fine…” She sauntered towards the door before stopping herself in her tracks, making a small U-turn back to the kitchen table. “Please?” She pleaded, putting on the puppy dog eyes as best as she could.

Bosco stood up, sighing back at her before laughing. "I guess I have to... since you love me and all." The blonde then pulled Daya into a kiss, tasting the peppermint on her tongue and wishing she’d dolled herself up a bit earlier. Camden and Willow wouldn’t have been too surprised seeing Daya covered in kiss marks like she was in a Mickey Mouse cartoon, but it felt too early for all the affection.

In fact, if Bosco could be completely honest with himself, they weren’t feeling the Christmas spirit at all. They pulled out of the kiss and let Daya hang the mistletoe in the doorway. 

“Thanks, babe!” The brunette cheekily stuck her tongue out before heading back to the kitchen, making her own cup of coffee from the still warm pot Bosco made. “Do you know if anyone’s coming over tonight? At least on your side of the family?”

Bosco paused in her tracks then shook her head. Of the people she still talked to, they had their own events going on. Her parents were hosting their own party with work friends, and Irene was spending Christmas in New York with their partner and all of her friends. Strangely enough, Bosco wasn’t asked to join any of them back in Montana or in the Big Apple. Part of it just felt off, and strangely melancholic for the holidays. 

“I guess we’ll have the house to ourselves then.”

“What about Cam –”

“She flew back to London this morning. Willow drove her to the airport while you were asleep. Speaking of, they’re gonna spend the night at Kerri’s and do shrooms. If that isn’t a better way to spend the holidays, then I don’t know what is!”

“I don’t know… maybe being cooped up indoors watching Die Hard and debating the whole time whether or not it’s a real Christmas movie.”

“Come on, Boscy, it’s as real of a Christmas movie as Batman Returns is!”

“I see your point with Batman Returns, but Die Hard? Seriously?” Bosco asked as her red and green acrylic nails poked into the square labeled 24 on the advent calendar on the wall. They took the chocolate from inside and debated popping it into her mouth. It was shaped like a little stocking, decorated with more chocolate embellishing onto the sock. She quickly popped it into her mouth. While she chewed, her eyes widened with a realization. 

The chocolate into her mouth wasn't good per say, but she hadn't fully realized the artifice of it until just now. It was cheaply made, fattening, and she shouldn't have even been hungry. The coffee should have suppressed any appetite she had.

Mass didn't start for another few hours and the Feast of Seven Fishes... why was she even eating? But then the realization hit her: she hadn't been to a midnight mass in years.

"I don't get it," Bosco said as the chocolate stocking melted in her mouth.

“Don’t get what?”

"I cut them off, but I still kind of miss them?"

“Babe babe babe, cut who off?” The realization hit Daya a little bit longer than she should. How could she be this stupid? “Is it because…”

“Partially,” Bosco replied. “It’s mostly from just super dumb things…. Things I shouldn’t be feeling around the holidays. I mean, I know it’s basically illegal to be sad around Christmas, but if that’s the case, arrest me now.”

Daya could only laugh at her girlfriend, even though what she was saying was completely serious. "I wouldn't if I couldn't, babe."

"I mean... I know there's people here, but I can't help feeling alone today. It's stupid but --"

"But you're not alone." Daya got up from the kitchen and pulled Bosco into a hug. "I mean, I know you know that. You don't have to go through all the bells and whistles of a traditional Christmas if you don't want to."

“Can we just order Chinese and call it a day?” Bosco asked.

"Sounds good to me," Daya replied before kissing her girlfriend on the cheek. "How does Die Hard sound?" She joked.

Bosco pretended to consider it for a moment before nodding their head. "Die Hard is fine."

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You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 4

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

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Warnings: Sex work, stripper, OnlyFans, toxic relationship, toxic family

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Riley

“Hey.” I nearly jump a mile high out of my chair when I hear Sy’s voice coming from the door. “It’s nice to see ya home. You gonna be joinin’ me for dinner?”

“Wh— what?” I stammer out, shutting my laptop and looking at my watch. “Shit! Is it almost five already?”

“Sure is.”

A thump comes from somewhere in the back of the apartment, followed by the sound of Aika’s nails clicking against the hardwood as she rushes to greet Sy. She’s always eager to see him on days where he hits the gym before going to work.

“I stopped off to get some groceries,” he says, rubbing Aika’s belly as her back leg kicks furiously. “How do ya feel about grilled chicken burgers?”

“Oh, umm…” I bite my lip, looking down at my lap.

“Ya don’t normally work on Tuesdays nights, right?”

I don’t know if I should be flattered that he’s memorized my work schedule or terrified that he’s memorized my work schedule. I hope he hasn’t gotten suspicious as to where I go at night.

“No, I don’t. But don’t bother yourself with making dinner for me, I can fix myself something later.” I think I have a jar of pasta sauce at the back of the top shelf of the pantry. My dumb ass decided that I was going to be using the top three shelves while Sy got the bottom three. Apparently at the time I forgot that I am five foot four while he’s somewhere over six feet tall. By the time I realized my mistake, Sy had already stocked up his half and I don’t want to bother him by asking to switch.

“Hush now, it’s no bother. You’ve left dinner and breakfast for me more times than I can count and I’ve never returned the favor.”

I don’t add that we have never sat down to eat together either. Sy is a very handsome man and I am more than a little attracted to him. The more I get a peek into his personality, the more my little crush grows and I’m terrified of getting too attached. I retract my earlier statement, his attentiveness is definitively flattering.

Since Sy moved in, I no longer have the spare room to use as an office. I sold so much of my furniture while waiting to find a roommate that my things easily fit in my bedroom along with my queen bed while also leaving enough space to properly film.

When Sy isn’t home, I sometimes work on the kitchen island but since I can’t risk him seeing my screen while I edit my videos, I make sure to be locked in my room by the time he gets home. Well, normally I make sure of it. I got behind on my content for the week because I worked a double at the diner and I was trying to make my normal posting time for today which I guess is a lost cause now.

“Let me help you with that then,” I say, stacking my notebooks on my laptop.

“Woman, don’t ya dare get up.” He pins me with a look that leaves no room for argument. It doesn’t help that he’s waving around a kitchen knife but that just draws my attention to his forearm veins. He tends to talk with his hands and every time I end up ogling him like an idiot and lose track of the conversation. “You just keep on doin’ whatever it is that I interrupted and let me take care of this.”

I open my mouth, trying to think of a good reason why I can’t do that but come up empty. Shit, there I go again, losing my ability to think. I don’t want to be rude and go hide in my room while he slaves away in the kitchen but I can’t keep working with him right next to me. It’s just too risky.

“How about I just keep you company instead?”

Sy flashes me a warm smile that makes my stomach flutter. “Even better.”

He finishes emptying the two grocery bags, laying the items on the counter. Some he puts away for future use like the bacon and sausages that are his breakfast staples while the chicken goes next to the cutting board and the lettuce and tomatoes are set by the sink to be washed.

“Any food allergies I should be aware of?” He asks, pulling spices from the cupboard above the stove.

“Nope. What about you?”

“Not an allergy but I can’t stand peanut butter or those neon orange cheese spreads.”

I frown, folding my arms on the island. “Those are two very specific things to hate. What happened to the classics like broccoli or brussels sprouts?”

“I’m a grown man,” he argues, turning to look at me over his shoulder, “I feed those to Aika under the table.”

For the second time since I’ve met him, Sy has me giggling like a schoolgirl. He comes to stand across from me on the other side of the island and slices the tomato onto a plate.

“The MRE meals we get in the army have maybe two dozen mains and come with a bunch of different snacks. But the one thing ya always get? Peanut butter and jelly packets or that fuckin’ nacho cheese.”

I pull the bowl of clean Romaine closer to me, ignoring the glare Sy shoots at me as I start tearing the leaves into smaller pieces.

“How long have you been out?”

“Going on six months.”

My head shoots up, my mouth hanging open. “I didn’t realize it was that recent. You seem…”

He quirks an eyebrow at me when I don’t finish my thought. “I seem what?”

Oh fuck. Did I just offend him? I shouldn’t have asked when he got out, I know better than to talk about military life to veterans without knowing anything about their experience.

“I umm…”

Thankfully, Sy puts me out of my misery before I have a full blown panic attack.

“Darlin’, it’s okay. Tell me what you’re thinkin’.” His eyes go all soft and he tilts his head to the side, waiting for me to speak.

I clasp my hands together under the table to hide how much they are shaking.

“You seem well adjusted. You have a stable job, your weekly boys’ night… other than that ungodly hour you wake up at, I’d never guess you were fresh out.”

“You’re tellin’ me my wake up is ungodly when most of the time ya haven’t even been to sleep yet,” he pokes back, letting me know he really isn’t offended by what I said. “I guess I was lucky. My transition back to civilian life was easy for the most part. I’d planned it all out beforehand. The only thing that went wrong was comin’ home to a girlfriend who no longer loved me and even that, I wasn’t… disappointed?” he shrugs, dropping the seasoned chicken pieces onto the cast-iron grill pan he has heating on the stove. “I’d been wantin’ real bad to finally settle down but I guess I realized I didn’t actually want her . I wanted the idea of her.”

I wince at his choice of words. In a way, I know what he means. I feel that way often when guys come on to me at the club or even in my messages on my OnlyFans. They want Razzy, the sexy confident seductress. They would be very disappointed with plain old Riley.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is it exactly that made you decide to leave. It sounds like you didn’t see it coming at all. I mean, you ended up squatting on your best friend’s couch.”

He opens up the fridge, taking out a beer and raising it up in a silent question. I nod and he pulls out a second bottle, opening both and handing one to me. He downs almost half the bottle in one go then leans his forearms on the counter, picking at the label.

“I always tried to be extra good to her ya know? To make up for bein’ away so much. I called or wrote every chance I got and I doted on her when I was home but on my last mission out, I couldn’t do any of that. She thought that meant I had found somebody else. She didn’t confront me with it though. She spent twelve months brewin’ up more and more anger towards me and when I got home, it just exploded. She dug through my things, looked at all my texts while I was in the shower, interrogated me every time I left the house... She was lookin’ for proof she never found so instead she started throwin’ some fucked up tests at me. She had friends hit on me at a bar while I was out, she left bras that weren’t hers around the bedroom for her to find.” He raises a hand making air quotes as he says the word find. “When I caught on to what she was doin’ we had a big fight and I moved out then and there.”

“That is… there are so many things wrong with that.” On the one hand I feel sorry for her. Dating an army captain couldn’t have been easy but did she really need to do all that? Even if she was feeling insecure, it was not okay to try to trick him into being unfaithful or going through his things.

“I guess what hurt the most was that after three years, she honestly believed that was the kind of man I was.”

I just nod, not knowing what more to say. 

“What about you, are ya seein’ anyone?” After I stay quiet a second longer than I probably should, he answers for me. “Guess if ya were, ya wouldn’t be sharin’ your home with a stranger.”

I wonder what he would think if he knew I haven’t been on a date since I was in college. Granted, that was only three years ago, but still.

“You’ve gotten an idea of my social life, I don’t have many opportunities to meet people outside of work and I don’t relish the idea of dating a coworker or a client.” And the only men who’ve shown interest have asked while paying me to grind on their lap.

“Why do ya work so much?”

I’d be grateful for the change of subject but we moved from my dating life to my financial issues which is an improvement but not by much. I have to remind myself that Sy can’t be much better off than I am if he’s living here and so far, I’ve never known him to judge.

“Because I have my student loans to pay off plus some other debt I worked up while doing my unpaid internship.” I scoff, shaking my head at myself. “I thought working for some big name ad agency for a few months would unlock more doors for me but all it did was make me dig my hole deeper.”

“You ain’t got any family that can help ya out?”

Wow, we are really hitting all the sore spots tonight. Okay.

“They disowned me after I graduated high school. I didn’t follow in the family tradition of studying law at an Ivy league. If I had, I’d be staying in a penthouse in Manhattan, living lavish like my brother.”

“Ya don’t talk to him either?”

What’s the professional way of saying “my brother accidentally found my OnlyFans and showed it to my parents who then banned my name from ever being spoken in their presence and ensured I was blacklisted from every company in the Northeast”?.

“My brother won them in the divorce.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sy flips the chicken then puts a bun in the toaster. “Ya studied marketing, right? Why was that the thing that convinced you to give it all up?”

“People hate marketing. It has such a bad reputation but it’s not reserved for the companies making millions by showing girls flashing their tits. Small startups with innovative ideas or people trying to do a bit of good in the world also use marketing to be successful. That’s what I want to do. I’m especially interested in social media and stuff but my last job didn’t really care for it.”

“What happened with that job? ‘Cause unless nine to five has taken to mean workin’ night shifts, seven days a week, I’m guessin’ ya aren’t there anymore.”

“When the economy tanked, so did they and the young girl who never pitched a single idea they liked was the first expense they cut before eventually shutting down completely. Nobody wants to hire someone who’s never held a job for more than a few months and the generic letter I got after my internship wasn’t exactly convincing.”

I never had summer jobs growing up. My parents didn’t want to be associated with anyone working for minimum wage. I didn’t get a job while I was in college because I didn’t want anything to negatively impact my grades and I didn’t realize how much debt I was racking up until it was too late.

The dark cloud that seemed to gather over me in the last ten minutes is lifted somewhat when Sy sets a plate down in front of me. The chicken looks straight up gorgeous and my stomach growls in response. He sits on the stool by my side and starts loading up his own burger.

“Ya know, my boss at the garage was lookin’ to do more advertisin’ but he’s got a tight budget. If ya want, I could mention your name, see if he would give ya a chance to help him with that.”

“Are you serious?” I hope he is, I really need an opportunity like this. When he nods, I have to hold back the urge to hug him.

“Sy, that would be amazing! It would give me something to put in a portfolio and if he likes it he might recommend me to some other people he knows.” Oh my god, Riley, get a grip. Aika’s ears will be hurting from how high my voice is getting. I look down at the hound and am met with a pair of big brown eyes looking up from where she is curled up at my feet.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” he vows.

I feel so much lighter all of the sudden and I bite into my burger. We both eat without uttering a single word and by the time I finish my burger, Sy has another one ready for me. He’s already finished his second and has moved on to an apple he eats by cutting one piece at a time and lifting the blade to his lips.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to ya ‘bout somethin’.”

Uh oh. His tone is all serious all of the sudden.

“Okay?”

I wipe my hands on a napkin and drop the soiled paper onto my plate. 

“Are you scared of me? ‘Cause I feel like ya always go out of your way to avoid me. If you’ve changed your mind, ‘bout me livin’ here then—”

“It’s not you,” I interrupt. If anything, he makes it harder to isolate myself but if I ever ended up seated on the same couch as Sy, I don’t know if I would be capable of keeping myself in check. There’s no way a guy looking to settle down would be interested in a trainwreck ten years younger than him. “I guess I’ve been on my own so long that I don’t know how else to be around people.” 

“Well, I just wantcha to know ya don’t gotta hide. Hell, I’ve seen your DVD collection, it’s like ya bought out a Blockbuster and I know that ya watch ‘em in the livin’ room when I’m not around because I have to switch back the output in the evenings.”

It’s true. When I moved out of my parents’ house, the only things I was allowed to take were my bedding, my clothes — though I left anything with a designer label — and my DVDs. Damn him and his observation skills.

“You’re right. I’ll try to do that next time. But really Sy, I want you to know it’s not you doing anything to put me out. I’m just… a bit of a reserved person.”

It’s an odd thing considering my job, but it’s like there’s a brick wall in my brain and Razzy’s confidence doesn’t exist without her makeup and her wig.

I clear up my dinner plate then take my laptop from the counter. “I have a bit more work to do tonight but thank you for dinner.”

“Anytime, Riley. I meant it.”

Chapter 5

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[tinyluminaryzombie]

Running Home To Your Sweet Nothings

Best-selling poet Lily Evans ends up abandoned at a (awful) corporate party, is rescued, and pines over friend and temporary roommate, James Potter. 1114 Words.

For @jilytoberfest's Bitter Sweet Challenge

Prompt: "You lied to me" (angst to fluff)

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“You lied to me, Potter!” Lily called out, dumping her bags by the door.

She kicked her heels off and heard James cough. “I lied to a receptionist. And I think what you mean is ‘thank you, lovely roommate, for rescuing me from the state corporate that my poet soul couldn’t bear,’” he countered.

Lily had come home ready to fight. Today was terrible and pointed jokes and cute smirks wouldn’t change that. She never should have agreed to go, but her sister finally wanted her.

Petunia had called her a week ago. “I know it’s last minute but everyone’s been clamoring to meet you since you got on the best-seller list. You can come to the party as my plus one and Vernon, you, and I can celebrate after!”

Lily was desperate for Petunia’s approval. She bit her lip after her sister suggested Lily’s future husband may be at a hedge fund work party. She didn’t break their streak of silence on the subject of her best-selling poetry book. Not even when she wanted to scream, why me and not the hundreds of other writers who haven’t just released a debut book on their bisexual identity? 

Because Petunia wanted her.

Lily still doesn’t understand why Petunia asked her. A few hours earlier, her sister paraded Lily around for a respectable ten minutes and promptly left for her fiance and his friends. Besides Petunia abandoning her, it was exactly what Lily thought it would be: uncomfortable. The intrusive questions, sexist jokes, and homophobic quips made her want to scream. But she couldn’t leave or fight back without either risking Petunia’s job or their relationship.

But just as Lily had resigned herself to the terrible small talk, James whisked her away with one phone call.

He’d helped her through countless horrendous days. Somehow, today was different. Lily just wanted to melt into James, welcome that fuzzy feeling. But every time she thought of confessing, she pictured James, disgusted and betrayed. It was too dangerous to let James comfort her.

Instead, she had come in, ready to fight.

“First,” Lily said, “temporary roommate. Second, I was doing fine without you. Third, you’re literally the son of a CEO.” Walking into her living room, her eyes caught James sprawled on the couch. He hadn’t changed since this morning: still looking impossibly hot in an infuriating muscle tank. God damn it, he really had it all, she thought.

“Hey, Lily!” James said, swinging his legs over as she moved to sit down.

“James, I can’t believe you told the receptionist Mr. Potter wanted to speak with me,” Lily said, forcing herself to stay on topic.

James just looked at her and said, “Well, he did.”

If Lily wasn’t already sitting down she would be now. Unsure of how to respond, she sighed and brought her knees to her chest.

Her arms wrapped around her legs and not James— where they ached to be. Because behind every domestic fantasy, which only increased after he moved in, James was her friend. It was easy to pretend they were living together. But it was fake. And temporary. 

Lily fought between a grimace and a smile.  “I’m pretty sure they were not picturing a 29-year-old with messy hair and arm muscles.”

Shit. 

Lily’s face went slack and James’s smirk grew. Internally, she cursed that goddamn muscle tank for haunting her dreams and corrupting her thoughts. 

Barreling forward, Lily continued. “I was so annoyed with you.”

“I know,” James said slowly. “I knew you wanted to fight your own battles. I just also knew you couldn’t leave—even if you needed to. I guess it’s a reflex, to get involved when the people I care about are in trouble. Plus, I’ve gotten pretty good at bailing Sirius out of shitty family situations.”

Lily nods. She knew James wasn’t trying to be chauvinistic or patronizing (that streak had ended years before). But, there was a small part of her that didn’t want to be saved by anyone. Unfortebly for her, Lily had become accustomed to being loved by James Potter—fiercely and unjudged.

James rescued her. What the hell was Lily supposed to do when James knew what she needed, what she wanted, more than anyone else? Friends don’t want to bury themselves in a friend’s skin after a bad day.

Lily shook her head and noticed that James was still talking, gaining volume.

“—You were texting me about how disgusting and horrible it was! Someone literally propositioned you for a threesome! At your sister’s work event! I was scared and I didn’t know what to do. Also, she was parading you around because you hit the best-seller list—which I am immensely proud of you for—but you were an amazing person and an amazing poet before that!” Somehow, James had moved closer, his knees touching hers.

“James—” Lily started, unable to say more. Stuck in the creases of James’s face and the emotion swelling in his eyes. Masochistically, she thought it almost looked like love. 

“Lily,” he whispered, “I just needed to be next to you. To be with you.”

Lily didn’t know she got here, to James looking at her like that. Her head was spinning as she processed the weight of this moment. It felt like a love confession. James was speaking softly, never taking his eyes off of hers. 

But what if it wasn’t? What if she leaned in and James drew back in disgust? 

“Shit! Shit!” James shouted, causing Lily to blink rapidly. 

Unsure of what was happening, Lily reached her hand over James’s, bracing for a flinch that never came. “I didn’t mean to make this about me,” he said, voice wavering and thick. Lily shook her head and slowly smiled. Her thumb rubbed the pulse point on his wrist. It was her turn to be brave.

“I need to be next to you too, James.”

James reached over, arms under hers, and wrapped her in a tight hug. She squeezed her arms around his shoulders.

“I,” Lily started, interrupted when James moved his hand to her jawline. “I am in love with you,” she said shakily, doing her best to keep looking at him.

“And I,” James whispered in her neck, lips ghosting her skin. “am in love with you, Lily Evans.”

Wrapped in James’s arms, Lily thought there was something comforting about hugging first. After the confessions, their first kiss was inevitable. But this was reverent.

James’s lips moved up her jaw and Lily lowered her head. Their lips met, soft like the first poem she’d written about him. She’d immortalize this moment later: write about lips, and collarbones, and hips, and whispers turned to whimpers with veneration. But right now, a best-selling poet stopped thinking. Life itself oozed like poetry, new skin like honey.

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[huggybug]

more than my hometown - brendan brisson

word count: 1.0k words

note: it’s kinda short but… first thing i’ve written in a while!! yay! hoping that this gets me back into writing a bit🥲

“Come with me” Brendan pleaded for the fifth time today. The past few years, you’d gotten used to Brendan moving away at the end of summer. First it was to Minnesota, then Chicago, and finally Michigan. However this year was different. He was going to Vegas, he had finally made it to the NHL and he had to move to his new home; away from California, away from the beaches, away from you.

“Brendan, you know I can’t” You sighed. Brendan had always had the same dream. He was going to grow up and play in the NHL. When he was younger, he wanted to play in Chicago, with some of his Dad’s clients. You can remember when you were kids, playing in his family’s pool, listening to your younger brothers scream at each other while Brendan talked on and on about his big dreams.

“I’m going to do it” Brendan said excitedly, flopping down onto the pool float next to you.

“I know. You’re going to go play in Chicago with Kane and Toews” You answer, licking your popsicle so that it doesn’t make a mess as it melts.

“No really, Y/n. I’m going to play in the NHL one day and you’re going to be there, front row, cheering me on” You laugh but nod along.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else” Brendan grinned, splashing some water up at you which made you squeal.

“Why can’t you? There’s nothing you’re doing here that you couldn’t in Vegas” His voice brings you back to the present, refocusing on his packed suitcase, still laying open on his bedroom floor.

“My family’s here” You say weakly, knowing it’s not a very strong argument.

“So is mine” He answers, as if you didn’t know that. “Jen would love a reason to come visit Vegas. Plus then both our moms can talk about ‘losing their oldest children’” Brendan rolls his eyes. Over the past few weeks, Kim had been running around getting everything ready for his move and Brendan, while grateful, had been complaining that she was being dramatic.

Your moms were best friends, they had been since they were in middle school and when they found out they were pregnant at the same time, they immediately knew their kids would be best friends as well.

“Aren’t they so cute?” Kim practically squealed, raising her eyebrows when you came down the stairs. Brendan was waiting for you at the bottom, clad in his tux that was usually for hockey games. Tonight however, it was for your prom.

When you and Brendan started dating, the summer before he left for his senior year at SSM, your parents were over the moon. Your moms were probably planning the wedding before the conversation was over.

“Come on you two, let’s get some pictures!” Your mom herded you and Brendan over near the door. Your brother and Jordan spent the entire time making fun of you both, mimicking your poses behind your moms so that they didn’t get caught.

“Look Bren, I just can’t go okay?” There hadn’t been much of a conversation between you two. Brendan had assumed that if you weren’t coming, nothing would change. That after doing long distance for years, you’d keep on doing it.

His years in Michigan were the easiest, you weren’t in school or working really so you were able to go visit him often. His friends even claimed that you were their fourth roommate because of how often you were there.

“Why? And don’t give me a dumb excuse, I want a real reason” He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for your answer.

“I want to settle down, plant some roots and I only want that here, not anywhere else” It wasn’t that you expected Brendan to stay here, you honestly hadn’t even thought this far ahead. It seemed like him making it to the NHL was so far away, there wasn’t any point in thinking about it but it had creeped up on you and now here you were, days away from him leaving and you still hadn’t figured it all out.

“We can have that in Vegas!” Brendan exclaims and you sigh.

“I can’t leave. I don’t want to. Moving away is your thing, you’ve always wanted to get out of here and I know that, it’s just not the same for me, it never has been” Brendan’s always been on the move, never in one city for too long and he liked that.

“I thought that we would do this together” He said quietly, staring down at his suitcase and the scattered clothes surrounding it.

“It’s your big dream Bren, I don’t blame you for picking up and leaving” You step closer to him, taking one of his hands in yours. “Your dreams are finally coming true and I’m so happy for you babe”

“It’s not really my dream if you’re not there with me” You hated how sad he sounded. It was like his entire attitude towards moving to Vegas had shifted within a day.

“Brendan…” You sighed, reaching up to brush a few stray hairs away from his eyes.

“Do you not love me enough?” Brendan asks and your heart stops. “Is that it? You don’t want to move because you don’t think we’re going to last?”

“Brendan I love you more than a California sunset, more than a beer when you’re not 21 yet” You say softly, fiddling with the chain hanging around his neck. He chuckled lightly at the two things you mentioned; two things you had shared many times together. Brendan always snuck out two beers from his dad’s fridge, passing one to you and then grabbing your hand and running down to the stretch of beach behind his house. Countless nights on the beach, watching the sunset and talking about everything and anything, just enjoying each other’s company. So safe to say, it was a surprise that he would think any different. “I’m not the runaway kind, I can’t change that. I don’t want to leave this place, I don’t think I ever could”

“But you love me” His voice waivers.

“I do Bren, with all my heart” You assured him.

“Then why can’t you come with me?” He asks quietly.

“Because as much as I love you, I can’t love you more than my hometown”

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[ddagent]

CAKE, Delenn is really excited about a human ritual that's dependent on candles?

CAKE: Scientist John and his alien roommate Delenn It’s my Birthday! Prompt me things.

The phone rang just after three. Delenn, mesmerised by Jane Fonda on the television set, reluctantly picked up the cordless. “Hello?”

“Delenn, it’s me. Code 7R. We’ll be there around five. Everything set?”

Delenn nodded absentmindedly, still not used to such primitive forms of communication. “All set. I shall see you all shortly. Goodbye, Susan.”

The phone went dead. She was used to Susan’s abrupt ends to conversations ever since John had introduced them one month earlier. Delenn immediately placed it back in the cradle and began the final preparations for the others to arrive at her and John’s apartment. It was John’s birthday today, a concept that he had tried to explain to her over breakfast a few weeks before. Presents, cards, candles. Delenn had fixated on there being a Human ritual that finally had candles. On my birthday, my folks are taking me out to dinner. It’ll be early; I should be home around eight. Then we can celebrate together. They had celebrated briefly that morning, Delenn offering John a traditional Minbari gift on the day of one’s birth: a new item of clothing signalling renewal (a replacement sleep shirt), an offering to be placed at temple (an orange for the fruit bowl), and a task done to make one’s life easier.

Delenn and Susan had agreed that it was finally time for others to know about her.

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As the hand moved around the antique grandfather clock, Delenn waited impatiently in the living space of the apartment. She then heard footsteps on the stairwell outside the apartment: four sets. Three raps on the door. Susan. “Delenn, it’s me. We’re coming in, okay?”

The front door eased open. Delenn stood, blinking against the sudden onslaught of daylight. Susan, Delenn’s friend, entered first. Then three men she knew only from the pictures John had shown her from the Observatory Christmas party. They stared, gormlessly, at Delenn until Susan slammed the door shut and clapped in front of their faces.

“Hey, idiots, we’re meant to be putting together John’s surprise party not gawking at Delenn. Michael, you’re getting the food ready. Stephen, you’re in charge of finding some decent music to play. Marcus, you’re decorating the roof. Delenn will answer one question from each of you but that is all. Got it?”

Three heads nodded. Michael was the first to raise his hand. “Have you seen Duck Dodgers?”

Delenn nodded, smiling widely. “John had to explain it to me several times but yes, I have seen it.”

Michael grinned. “Good. Want to help me in the kitchen?”

Before Delenn could respond, Susan quickly barked orders at the group and, together, they began putting together John’s surprise birthday party. Delenn worked for a while with Michael, the security guard at the Babylon Observatory. He dismayed at the contents of John’s cooling unit before filling the temperamental warming system with so-called ‘finger food’. Stephen stole her attention next; he was a doctor at the local hospital who had helped patch John and Michael up after the second Bester situation. He had lots of questions about her anatomy. In-between questions they played John’s vinyl, listening to Journey and Fleetwood Mac, before Susan asked for help stringing fairy lights up on the roof. Marcus, a science fiction writer with a blatant attraction to Susan was, in her own words, driving her to the brink of madness.

As night fell, Delenn stared at her new friends with a smile of sheer contentment. Yet, there was a piece of her new life missing.

“Shush – he’s coming!”

As John climbed up the fire escape, Susan plunged the rooftop into darkness. Delenn had left a note explaining to meet her on the roof – a private celebration after his family dinner. So, as he peered into the shadows, expecting her presence, Susan switched on the lights and illuminated the rooftop and all his friends. They all yelled surprise; Delenn doing her best to join in the chorus. John’s eyes fell upon her – no hat, no beanie, no scarf – and then Susan, Michael, Stephen and Marcus. He immediately turned to Susan, eyes ablaze, who responded with an eye-roll of her own.

“Bester keeps sniffing around; we need all the help we can get to keep Delenn under wraps. It’s okay.” The unspoken she’s okay lingered in the air.

Eventually, after John and Susan had an unspoken argument over being too protective, Michael slung an arm around John’s shoulders and dragged him into the party. “C’mon, Birthday Boy, let’s have some cake!”

As Stephen and Marcus prepared the three-layer orange cake that Michael had baked the day before, Susan started teasing John about how many candles she was going to put on. John, however, did not rise to her teasing. Instead, he was immediately drawn to her side, openly marvelling at the low-cut burgundy dress she had chosen for the occasion. John took both hands in his, staring delightedly at the way the velvet clung to her form, before his eyes reluctantly settled on hers.

“You look…gorgeous.” He swallowed. “You okay? They haven’t asked you too many questions, have they?”

Delenn shook her head. “Not at all. I admire the inquisitive nature of Humans. Although, you are still my favourite.”

“Good.” John drew Delenn into his side, wrapping an arm almost possessively around her waist. Delenn did not disapprove of such action; in fact, her hand lingered on the open collar of his shirt, toying with one of the buttons. He stared down at her and smiled. “Help me make a wish?”

Delenn wrinkled her nose. “A wish?”

“Yeah, a birthday wish.” John pointed to the approaching birthday cake, lit with a multitude of brightly coloured candles flickering against the tapestry of night. Their friends sang loudly, joyfully. “You make a wish and then you blow out the candles.”

“Curious. In our rituals, the extinguishing of a candle signals the end of something. Not a beginning.”

“Sometimes it can be both.” The cake was placed in front of them. “Delenn’s gonna help me blow them out. On three. One, two—”

They blew out the candles, accompanied by vigorous applause from their friends. John then swiped his finger through the orange icing – and was rewarded by a soft punch to his upper arm from Susan. Marcus began singing off-key to Fleetwood Mac and Stephen threatened him with a cheese and pineapple cocktail stick. Delenn merely watched and recited her wish over and over like a prayer. I wish to never go home.

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[ogwriter22]

Chapter One

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I saw the text under the pictures my amma had sent me. I slide up to see them again and I didn’t have enough excitement to see these boys. They all looked the same again; They were tall, dark, dressed in suits. However, deep down I didn’t feel anything. After years of waiting and rejection, I felt comfortable to be on my own.

Although, my amma doesn’t want to see me “surrender”. Not only her, most of my relatives think the same. As a woman, being alone looked like a curse to them. They thought that the blessing of a woman must be kids and become the best wife or the best mother in a family – I always thought it the other way around.

I had finished my final exams last month and the relaxation that came after felt like something I’ve never felt before. After sleepless nights that came with shortened vision and neck cramps, I finally got back my normal sleeping routine.

Still, my head felt heavy with the constant nagging from my amma about marriage and my own disappointment when it comes to a proper job employment. Sometimes I wished I could stay in bed till I figure something out.

“Good morning,”

My eyes opened at once, although I stayed in my bed. It was my roommate, Nadhini. I met her this year – She’s working as a sales executive in Colombo and she was much older than me. Around 6 am, she would wake up and get ready to go to work. Our landlord was quite suspicious about her at first since my last roommate got caught with a boy in the neighborhood. Just as usual, I thought they would say I was a slut like her. Surprisingly, most of the ladies thought it was impossible of me to do such a ‘vile thing’.

“Hey! You told me to wake you up.”

“Yes, I know.” I answered while a big yawn came out.  

“By the way, I might get late.” Nadhini suggested. “You would be okay right?”

“Well, I would come around at 8 pm,” I said and stood up. “You would be later than that?”

“Kind of. I have to work till 9pm today,” Nadhini replied as she picked up her handbag to go out.

I heard her footsteps leading to the front door. As usual, the rusty door lock was unable to move due to the morning dew and I heard trying to move the latch a few times. Finally the door unlocks and I heard her footsteps becoming distant as she stepped out. Our landlord greeted her and asked about me. Nadhini didn’t reply and I remembered about this month’s rent.

                             *  *  *

I stayed with Nadhini upstairs and my landlord lived downstairs alone since the day I came here. Today, I managed to escape from the house by walking down slowly on the rusty staircase before the landlord catches me. I managed to get on the heavy loaded bus that takes to Colombo from Nugegoda. During the first few stops, all of the seats were filled. Me and all the other people who were standing up, had the chance to experience of getting crushed by the other passengers or the conductors who walked in the middle.

I hated this although now I am kind of used to it. But I never liked how people rubbed against me as they got out. Most of the times, you have to get used to it. Although it doesn’t mean that I have to get used to when men do it on purpose.

Finally, I managed to put my handbag into an empty seat before someone notices. Luckily it was near a window seat and it felt like a huge relief. I squeezed through the crowd and sat down; I tried to open the window a little, however it got stuck in the midway and left a little space for some air. This day could not get any worse than this.

                             *  *  *

“I knew you were gonna be late again.”

Mrs. Almeida caught me off guard – I still can’t believe that she’s trying accuse me again for what happened last week. I sealed my lips with a smile before I say something back to her.  She didn’t return her smile since she was furiously wiping the chairs and the tables.

Then Mr. Almeida came in, with a pearly white smile as usual. I kept my sealed smile until I walked into the kitchen. The chefs were coming in and as usual, R walked right in front of me. His head was low and he was typing something on the phone. I stepped aside as I walked towards the staff room.  

It wasn’t big enough to fit everything we had, however we still managed to put our belongings in the shelves that are hanging by thread. So, most of the time anything heavy would be on the floor like R’s bag filled with his clothes and other stuff. I would keep my handbag in a shelf that was hidden by the daylight, before that I would take out my phone or my purse and keep them in my pockets.

I would go back to the cash register and saw how Shanya is rustling through the remaining cash. Mrs. Almeida came up and she was pissed off. Still Shanya was swimming through the cash and counted every big note she grabbed. Then Mrs. Almeida cleared her throat and Shanya looked at us. Her stupid smirk came up yet the fear in her eyes glistened. The cash crumbled into her fist and walked past through both of us. Mrs. Almeida tried to hit her back although she missed. Then Mrs. Almeida looked at me with rage in her eyes and I immediately looked away. Not that I was scared, but I just knew I would be next to suffer Shanya’s consequences.

“Where’s Shanya?” Mr. Almeida shouted.

“Went away with all of the money we had,” Mrs. Almeida shouted him back which made my ears ring.

“What?” Mr. Almeida shouted again. Everybody could hear his guilt.  

Mrs. Almeida looked around and went inside. Their voices became distorted as they continued to shout at each other. No one’s actually surprised about it – All of us knew it would happen at some point. Either because of Shanya or one of us. If it didn’t happen, R would say it’s going to rain tonight. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it won’t.

I checked the cash register and I noticed how she had taken most of the 5000 rupee notes and a couple of 1000 rupee notes. Although I wasn’t angry at her for taking the change her father had put inside. I was kind of upset how she has messed up the combination I had arranged in this register. I replaced the notes in an ascending order and kept the bigger notes under the coin section.

Right then my phone rings and without a look, I answered the phone.

“Hello!” It was my amma.

“Hello.” I said.

“Are you at work?” amma asked.

“Yes, I am,” I tried not to sound irritated. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh, are you free this weekend?” Amma answered me with a question.

“Not really.” I answered her. “Why?”

“Ah, I just wondered if you could come and meet this nice boy, I found for you.”

“Okay, why don’t go on a date with him?”

“Chi, are you mad?” Amma got irritated with my question. “You are the one who’s single, not me!”

“Well, I am a bachelor and you are a kind of a widow. Sounds right to me.”

“Oh please! I am too old for that. You are the one who should get married.”

“I don’t wanna get married, amma- “

I turned around to see R, who was standing two feet away from me.  He immediately looked away and walked inside to the kitchen. R never acted like this before – it all started when Mr. Almeida made a weird joke about setting me up with him if I won’t find a decent guy to marry. At that time, I honestly didn’t want to talk back to him. Because I know for sure that they would just use that to crucify my destiny of becoming a crazy spinster.

Sometimes I wondered about it – I thought myself being lonely in my old age. It would probably feel the same way as I am feeling right now. It might feel wonderful and have some peace since I won’t have that much baggage around me. But I remembered the old folks who’d come here alone. The way they move or they eat became some kind of a mirror to look into my possible future.

“Oh, getting old and being alone is one hell of a curse.”

The way Mrs. Almeida’s sighs and complains made my heart shiver.

Will my loneliness become the price for my independence?

                               *  *  *

That one thought managed to spoil my whole day. I was dragging my feet and my chin was low the whole time. The only time I raised my head was to look at the clock. At some point R asked me If I was tired. I just smiled at him and held my words. I despised everything that was around me – the guests, the food and especially the time. I couldn’t even remember if I had any lunch.

To make everything worse, I got late to the bus and had to wait for at least 45 minutes. To pass the time, I kept thinking about how I would get a chance to sit. Unfortunately, I had to stand with others who were squeezed into the bus and slide through the people to get out at my stop.

Finally I have a fresh breath of air and I checked the time. It was 8pm. The heaviness was still in me and I couldn’t wait till I see my bed. The landlord was near her balcony and I saw her. She looked suspicious at first, but then she smiled at me. I tried my best to give her smile.

When I went inside, my bed was still in the same way as I left. My towel was on it and I thought I had put it in the cloth rack to dry. I just fell on my bed and now I didn’t want to move. I know for sure my amma would yell at me for doing this. But I was alone and I can just sleep right now.

Although the silence that came within killed me. Do people pity me for being lonely? Will they despise me when I grow old?

All I can say is that, half of those people are miserable because of their marriage life. They just hate anyone who’s free – they may think we stole it from them.  Even when I think about the people who suffer because of their own children or their own spouse, I pray not to have a life like them.

Who needs company when you can enjoy yourself?

Oshini Gunasekara, First & Last (Coming soon)

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[lexxypillz]

The Day Blue Got His College Roommate - a Dick Figures fanfic

Blue arrived in his college dorm room. He felt a breath of fresh air as he walked in. He decided to move to a new college after living with his mother for the past eighteen years. This was the moment he deserved and his chance to make friends. He couldn’t resist the troubles he went through in his teen years.

He opened his traveling case and removed his clothes, toiletries, and game consoles. As a young child, Blue’s mother insisted him to dress formally because according to her, casual clothing was associated with the devil. Since he didn’t live with his mother anymore, he planned on wearing skinny jeans and blue Converse sneakers instead.

Blue arranged his bedsheets on the mattress and hung his calendar of the U.S.S. Enterprise above the frame. He placed his Funko Pop of Worf on the desk and placed his notebooks and pencils into its drawers. He tried to avoid thinking of his mother as he organized his area. At this moment, his roommate knocked on the door.

“What’s taking you so long?” said the voice from outside. “I want to have sex with you.”

A long, unkempt mop of fiery red hair burst through the dorm. An emo bang stood out from a red backwards cap. He wore a black sleeveless tee and torn jeans. This appeared to be an immediate sign of danger for Blue.

His roommate had brought a red sleeping bag and a worn-out backpack with him. He tossed the bag onto the mattress and didn’t care if he made a mess or not. He just wanted to prepare for school as soon as possible.

“You seem familiar,” said Blue. “When was the last time I saw you?”

“When we were 13, I guess,” said the redhead. “I remember when you had tiny boobs.”

Blue took out a photo from his case and saw an image of his mother and three children. He frowned at the picture and recalled his memories of being a small girl.

“Why are you still calling me a girl?” said Blue. “I’m a boy for Christ’s sake. Do you think I’m a girl because of my hair?”

Red noticed his roommate’s long blue curls. To him, that must be a girl.

“You definitely look and sound like one,” said Red.  “This year, I’ll have sex with ten thousand ladies. And a few guys as well.”

Blue stared at his roommate. “College isn’t about getting ladies. It’s more important for you to get a bachelor’s degree and a full-time job.”

“I already have a job. Fucking tons of bitches.”

“Sex doesn’t sound like a good job. You obviously didn’t go to high school, did you?”

“Of course I don’t,” said Red. “I love getting laid.”

“Listen, Red. I’m struggling with depression right now. My father is dead, and my mother doesn’t give a shit. If only I needed help for this.”

“Why don’t you try some beer and see what happens?” asked Red.

Beer? The idea of drinking haunted Blue. He never tasted it before, and only heard of it through commercials on his uncle’s TV.

“I’m definitely not drinking beer today,” said Blue. “I was raised in a Catholic family and went to a private school. My mom thinks I’ll die if I touch it.”

“Come on, Blue. You won’t die if you touch beer. If a giant robot attacks our building, drink beer. If King Kong climbs the largest skyscraper—”

“Please don’t get me into this. I’d rather study and play video games.”

“Just shut your mouth and drink beer. It’s good for you”

Blue was still having doubts about this mysterious drink. If his mom saw him drinking beer, she would punish him. He felt she would take away his belongings and pressure him to roll around in the mud with pigs. At least he had an annoying roommate to deal with.

He couldn’t believe what he saw when he peeked into one of the pockets of Red’s backpack. It was full of softcore porn magazines and 1980’s cassette tapes. A pack of cigarettes lay in the pencil pouch. Red was obviously too young to own any of these. How could his life be so messy and careless?

He opened another pocket. An entire supply of beer cans awaited him. Blue hesitated; he didn’t want to piss off his deeply religious mother. As he browsed through the cans, he wondered why on Earth a young man his age would own a full stash.

“How much beer do you have?” asked Blue.

“Over ten thousand,” said Red. “That shows how awesome I am.”

“I only see twelve. You’re clearly stretching yourself.”

Blue took out a can from his roommate’s backpack. He could sense the fear he faced as a child when his mother warned him not to drink it. He was afraid of how his mother pressured him to join a religious school where he wasn’t allowed to display his true gender. He was afraid of the trauma he experienced when his mother insulted him for trying to act like a boy.

He glanced at the expiration date which read June 12. Today was September 9.

“That beer’s expired!” said Blue. “You clearly can’t read. You can’t even store it properly!”

“I don’t own a refrigerator! That’s why I keep my beer warm!”

“Then how do you get all that money to buy these porn magazines? You purchased a fake ID, didn’t you?”

“I’ve been doing this since I was sixteen!” exclaimed Red.

“Sixteen?” Blue felt worried. “That’s way below the legal drinking age. How did you get into this?”

“One time, I was captured by an evil scientist who told me to try something and I got crazy feelings from it. I got so used to it that I—”

“I’ve had enough of your bullshit,” said Blue. “Do you have anything else to make me feel better?”

“You could watch porn.”

Blue sighed. “I’m not attracted to boobs. I made one friend who was a girl, but was never attracted to her. I only cared about her personality. Unless—”

He looked into his case which was still halfway full. He looked through his batch of crappy horror films from the 1960’s and 70’s. These were the only ones his mother allowed him to watch as a teenager.

He picked out a movie and held it in his hand. “Let’s watch a cheesy movie instead. It’s more appropriate for the college. Trust me, we don’t want anyone catching us.”

“Wait, our school doesn’t allow porn?” said Red. “I wanted to see boobs.”

“You’ll get boobs when you attend your classes. Now why don’t we go watch a damn movie?”

“Fine. I won’t annoy you this time.”

Blue finished emptying his case and left the dorm. He brought the movie with him.

“You seemed smarter when I first met you.”

#dick figures #red #blue #fanfic

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"You Feel It Too?" Poly!Camping Boys X FEM! Reader. Fluff.

Today went so well and I am so happy that fuck it, did a little short self indulgent drabble about the reader coming out as polyam to their family and the boys dealing with that. Enjoy.

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Rating. SFW. Length. 680 Words. Buddy Swanson X Sam Wescott X FEM! Reader. Warnings: Fluff. Concern. Hard Conversations. Coming Out. Polyamory. Brief Mentions Of Murder.

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“We should be there.” Sam started and Buddy sighed, closing his book, he had been attempting to read but after five passes over the same paragraph while retaining nothing he knew it was a completely futile effort. 

His efforts to try and distract and lose himself in the pages of this story was clearly not working. He and Sam were left at home at your shared apartment while you were having a difficult conversation with your family, coming out at long last as polyamorous. 

“You know why we can’t be.” Buddy told him, setting the novel aside, “I mean, what if it goes bad man?”

“Exactly! What if it goes bad? Then we could be there for her! Defend her!” Sam tried to assert and Buddy shook his head, “You know just as well as I do that she would hate that, she wants to do this on her own, she wants to feel like she can and if we stepped in like that she’d feel disrespected or like we think she can’t handle herself which she can.”

“I know she can.” Sam grumbled, arms crossed and eyes downcast and Buddy got up off his chair and came over to sit next to his roommate/boyfriend/partner/best friend/whatever relationship label you wanted to slap on it at the moment. “But you still want to be there for her.”

“Exactly.” Green eyes lift to meet blue and Buddy offers up a small smile, a hand resting on his shoulder, “Well we are still going to get to do that for her whenever she gets back, alright?” 

Sam seems a bit soothed, a nod as he agrees, “You’re right. I’m just…”

“Worried?” Buddy asks and Sam says, “Yes, so worried! Waiting around here, no clue how it’s going, it’s killing me man!”

“You think it isn’t killing me either? I’m right there with you.”  He was, he was really feeling it hard, an arm around his shoulders, a squeeze and Sam leaned into the touch. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, duh Sammy.” The tone makes the other one laugh for the first time since you left. “What? Did you think I was sitting across the room nose in a book because I was calm and unbothered? I’m freaking out too!”

“Okay, okay, knowing I am not alone in this feels good, alright?” Sam was smiling now and Buddy was matching it, “You are right, it does.”

The conversation moved onto other things, still distracting themselves and each other. Thankfully the wait didn’t take much longer until the door unlocks and they hear you come in, calling out, “Honey’s I’m home.”

A shared look and they practically launched off the couch and came towards the front door. You are taking off your shoes, head down and they can’t quite tell how it went, both with nerves returning Buddy asks first, “How’d it go?”

You lifted her head up with a smile, “As good as it could have.”

Sam gripped Buddy’s shoulder, a question of, “So?”

“They accept me. Completely, understand that it is an important part of me that isn’t changing or going anywhere and that I am an adult, it’s my life and my choice to make.” You tell them and a collective sigh of relief is breathed. 

“Thank fucking God.” Buddy said and Sam echoed that as he didn’t waste any more time before he was crossing the room and scooping you into a hug, the other man hot on his heels to do the same, inserting himself into it, wrapping you both up. 

“Right? I was worried we’d have to dust off the old masks and take em out for a spin again.”

Buddy said much too softly and sweetly for something so brutal and violent. You were sure you’d feel Sam tense over that but he stays loose and relaxed, instead piling on, “Mmm, woulda been terrible to go through all that trouble, think of all the laundry we just saved ourselves.”

You laughed, curling closer with a happy sigh and a big smile, glad you had such wonderful boyfriends.

#Poly!Camping Boys x reader #BHF writing #Sam Wescott X reader #Buddy Swanson X reader #slasher x reader #I love this #Also oh my God is it ever self indulgent

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7. Pearl

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trigger warnings: bad relationship with parents, mention of hospital and lung disease, mention of a fight, tell me if you see more

word count: 2654

a.n.: the chapter is not proof read, and there might be some elements lost in translation from my dyslexic French brain to English. Don't hesitate if you noticed mistakes so I could correct them :]

Enjoy!

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Hello Pearl, how are you doing lately? We will have the Jeon over for lunch this Sunday. Why won't you come back home for the weekend? We love and miss you deeply, Your Mom and Dad.

You were looking at this text once again now that you were laying in your old bedroom bed. It has been a while since the last time you happened to be here, but you felt nothing. Nothing hold you back in this household, it wasn’t your home anymore.

Living with your aunt for the last years was the best thing that could happen to you. She was caring, loving, and all the things a child needs to find in a parent. If it wasn’t for the Jeon, you wouldn’t be near this house for another five years.

“Why won’t you come back home for the weekend?”

You glanced at your bag on the side of the desk. Almost empty, nothing aside from a notebook, some pens, your inhaler, and a bunch of medications. Staying wasn’t in your plans, all you were ready to do was to pretend everything between your parents and you were fine in front of the Jeon, and then go back to your dorm to complain about your day to your roommate.

You got out of the bed to sit lazily in the old desk chair, already hoping to be out of this place. Gosh, at least you wished you didn’t come for nothing. The Jeon were friends of the family, old college mates, neighbors for a long time, people you grew up with. Being only one year apart their oldest son, you were always close with the two mini Jeon, unfortunately, this endearing link you had with them disappeared when you moved away.

These thoughts made you wonder if you would see them today. You knew Jungkook was still around as you saw him a few times on the campus, but you had no idea where Junghyun was. You didn’t have a phone when you left, and you were two scared to bother your aunt if you asked her to have the Jeon’s contact, and since you didn’t talk to your parents in a long time, Junghyun situation was a complete mystery to you.

But a question hit you: would he still be your best friend if you didn’t leave everyone to live with your aunt?

You turned on your chair to face the window from where you could see his bedroom, a nostalgic wave hitting you right away. Fuck, it shouldn’t hurt so much. If only you had a phone back then, you would still be in touch to that day.

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A soft knock on your door interrupted your train of thought and you came back to reality. You though it would’ve been your mother but hearing your long-lost neighbor behind the door adding a little “knock knock” made you smile. You didn’t realize the Jeon were already there but it was the perfect timing to prevent you from falling into tears.

“You can come in,” you said loud enough for him to hear while turning your back to the cursed window.

The little-not-so-little boy you once knew slowly entered, a shy smile on his lips. “Hi noona.”

You stood up, looking at him, a bit awkward about what to do before giving in and hugging him tightly. It was the first time in a while you gave in some physical touch outside of your beloved roommate and you didn’t expect it to feel so great, but there it was, feeling like home again.

“Holy fuck, Kookie, you’ve grown up too much!” And he did. Last time you really saw each other was years ago and even if he wasn’t as small as he was when you were kids, the height difference between the two of you had drastically shifted.

You felt his arms tightened up around you as his smile grow bigger. “So I could hug you better!”

“It works,” you laughed, not ready to go out of this embrace yet. It was nice to be hugged.

“How are you doing lately?” he gently asked. “My mom told me you went to the hospital not so long ago, is everything fine now?”

The concern in his voice didn’t go unnoticed and you softened right away. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you. “My lungs like to play tricks but it’s nothing the hospital cannot handle, so I’m all good I guess?”

He looked at you with his doe eyes. “You sure I can’t give you my lungs and take yours instead?” It was the first time you heard him say that, he used to try to comfort you like that many many times back in the day.

You hit him in the arm, rolling your eyes. “Silly, you know I wouldn’t even with it on my worst enemy.”

“That’s because you’re your own worst enemy, but I totally would.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his statement, knowing damn well it was true.

The room fell into silence for a few seconds, but it was never an awkward one. You look at him a moment, thinking of how handsome he turned out and how glad you were to spend some time with your little brother at heart again after all this time.

“Tell me, mister Jeon,” you started while you sat on the side of your old bed. “How is everything going with your classes?”

He seemed surprised that you asked at first but happily sat in your desk chair to answer you. “It’s going!” he shrugged. “I guess I’m doing fine, and I have friends I know I can count on anyway so everything is fine!”

A genuine smile appeared on your lips as he talked. “I’m happy for you buddy, you deserve to have friends like that.”

He suddenly got a bit uncomfortable. Or sad. Or both, you couldn’t tell. “I fought with them not so long ago,” he shyly admitted while looking away.

His revelation surprised you, knowing how delicate he always was back in the days. You were taken aback a little, and as your experience with people wasn’t that great, you struggled to find the right question to ask. “Was it a big fight?” He shrugged, and you continued asking. “Are things better now?”

“They are, but not completely? I’m still mad at them, I guess.” He finished hesitantly.

You bit your lower lip, awkwardly putting your hand on his shoulder. Which, by the way, made you look ridiculous as you had to bend over to reach him. “I’m sure everything will work out buddy.”

He smiled at your effort and moved closer to you so you wouldn’t hurt your arm. “Aside from the fight, they are nice people, I swear.”

You asked him more about them and his eyes started to shine when he began to tell you about how he met them and how nice they were to him. You couldn’t help to smile at this endearing story, you were glad to know he’s in good hands, feeling like a proud sister watching your younger sibling making their own friends.

“Noona?” he slowly started to ask after his story ended. You hummed to let him know you were listening and he continued. “Tell me you aren’t doing this alone, please.”

You titled your head, raising an eyebrow, wondering if he saw you being always by yourself around the campus. You bit your lip, sighing at his sad look. “I’m not doing this alone, Kookie.” You tried to reassure him. “I have my roommate aside from my aunt, and that’s enough for me.”

He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer, remembering how his brother used to share his concerns about you with him. “That’s not much,” he eventually muttered after a small silence.

“I’m fine with that number. Even back then I had my two favorite people I was comfortable with, remember?”

“Hyung misses you.” It was so sudden that Jungkook himself was surprised by his words. “He asks me about you from time to time,” he quickly added.

“I miss him too,” you finally said back in a whisper after a moment of trying to hold back your tears. You scolded yourself in your head for being so sensitive over the matter but you couldn’t help it. It was only with him where you could be your true self and it started to get harder to play pretend all the time.

Unfortunately, you still had to put through an act at the moment, and your parents decided it was the best moment to call you for lunch.

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Too many dishes were on the table and you felt overwhelmed. Steam was coming out of the bowls making it harder for you to breath properly, but you didn’t want to burden the Jeon with your complaints so you kept your mouth shut.

Once you came down the stairs closely followed by Jungkook, you were welcomed by the bright smiles of the Jeon. You didn’t realize how much you missed them until they took you into a gentle but full of love embrace.

They seemed happy to see you and you couldn’t help but smile at their bright energy, until you remember your parents were there as well. You straighten your posture and your smile faded a bit.

Everything is fine.

When everyone sat around the table, you could feel the eldest son’s absence more than anything. When you used to eat all together, Junghyun was always on your left and you would have fun while eating, including the younger one in your sweet mischiefs. But he wasn’t there anymore and you could just stare at the empty space where he would usually sit.

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You wanted to stay silent as much as possible but all the attention was on you and you couldn’t just ignore the questions you were asked. You told them how you were doing with your study, how it was sometimes – not to say always – hard to follow while dealing with your condition, how the latter was slowly getting better but you still had to go to the hospital from time to time for a checkup or because you needed to, and had to tell them that a romantic relationship was far from what you wanted at the moment.

You didn’t have much to tell them otherwise. No side job you could talk about, nor time for hobbies of any kinds, nor friends they could possibly know. Fortunately for you, they didn’t insist on asking you questions, and the attention shifted onto Jungkook when his father proudly announced he was in the basketball team and how he was the one who made them win their last match.

“I heard about it yeah, congratulations Kookie!” He shyly smiled at you and you noticed his ears were red. “I was planning on coming to support you but my lungs decided otherwise that day.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty other games you could come to! Oh, wait!” You raised an eyebrow at his sudden idea and you indeed waited for him to continue. “You could come during practice! It would be less people, less noise, less stress, so no bad for your anxiety and your lungs!”

His excitement was so endearing you couldn’t say no, and it was truly a better idea than having to stand next to sweaty strangers. “I’ll come then,” you nodded, only to see his smile widening at your answer.

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It was now the time for them to leave and you went to the door with them for a last goodbye. They were about to go after a last hug you share when you took Jungkook’s sleeve. Because Jungkook didn’t come with his parents you thought it was a great opportunity to finally shoot the shot you never managed to throw since he talked to you in the bedroom. “I should have asked you earlier but why don’t we share our numbers?” you took your phone out of your pocket. “It’ll be easier if we want to talk, don’t you think?”

A big smile appeared on his face and he happily shook his head. “Of course! That way I could also get you updated on the practice sessions and all!”

He took his phone as well and he sent you a purple heart emoji once you gave him your number, which made you smile. He asked to take a photo for your contact profile right away and you gave him your brightest smile with a V sign. Came the time for Jungkook’s contact profile photo and he decided to make a dumb face at the last second, insisting after for you to keep it that way and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“By the way buddy,” you started after you put your phone back in your pocket. “If you ever want to chat or have some food, or watch a movie or whatever, my roommate is often at his girlfriend’s lately. You can come at my dorm whenever you feel like it.”

“You live at the dorms? I never knew!” he exclaimed all smiley after hearing your proposition.

“Well, now you know,” you joked, playing with your eyebrows at the same time.

His smile got bigger when he asked “I’ll see you at the campus then?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there.” You were both silent for a few seconds before you gently pushed him, feeling like he wouldn’t move otherwise. “Come on, get home safe Kookie.”

He softly laughed, slowly backing away is his hands raised. “Don’t worry for me noona. I’m a big boy now!” And to prove his statement, he started to show off his muscles.

You were now leaning against the doorway, your arms crossed. “I’ll always worry about you, that’s what a big sister is there for, right?”

He threw you a flying kiss and you answered with finger hearts, and you watched him leave with a smile on both of your faces. You stayed there until you couldn’t see him anymore and a loud sighed left your lips.

Apart from being with your parents, the day has been great so far mostly thanks to the mini Jeon. As much as you loved him, it was draining to talk that much to somebody and you were already exhausted.

However, you were happy to see how much he grew up and what kind of man he started to become. This kid has the potential to be something big in the future and now that you saw him again – and that you were about to spend more time with him soon – you couldn’t wait to see him grow even more.

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Your mom called you and you reluctantly made your way inside the house, making sure you closed the door as silently as possible. The last thing you wanted at that moment was to hear your mother scolding you because she can’t bear loud noises.

“You seem to get well with the little one, Pearl.” You rolled your eyes when you knew you were out of sight. “What a shame his brother couldn’t be here, I remember how you used to have a soft spot for him.”

You scoffed. “You remember things about me now? Congratulations.”

“Come on Pearl, don’t be so harsh on your poor mother. I’m trying my best, you know?”

“Don’t waste your time on me,” you sighed. “I know you don’t mean it anyway.” And with that, you were climbing the stairs to go back in your old bedroom. You didn’t want to face her once more but something stopped you midway and you couldn’t help but barked at her “And don’t call me Pearl again, you have no rights too.”

Ten minutes later, you were already on your way to the campus, more than ready for a well-deserved nap you’ll take before you could find the energy to complain to your beloved roommate.

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taglist: @alpacaseoks, @secretlycrazyhummingbird

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There it is, my first written chapter! For the little story, the conversation OC and Jungkook have in the bedroom is the very first thing I've written for Facts and I'm glad to share it with you today. I can't wait to show you more of their relationship!

Unfortunately, it was the last update until August, and I won't have much access to Tumblr during the next two weeks :(

However, feel free to use the ask and tell box during that time (or even after, of course), I'll try my best to answer when I come back!

I 💜 you,

It was Neth talking to you, take care :]

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