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dourpeep · 3 years

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Omfg I hate burning my tongue. I made some cookies recently, and got impatient… I’m sure you know what happens next

BRO THAT ALBEDO FANART HNNNNNNNNGH honestly, soft dudes with a more alternative/grunge-y style are honestly my weakness (despite wearing very bright and cute clothes—think decora kei but not as hardcore). But dammit tattoo artist!Bedo brainrot

Just, you go to his shop, wanting to just inform yourself and so on, but you leave with an entire tat on your ankle because the artist’s lil sis told you that “big bro makes reaaaaaally pretty pictures! And he’s so nice, you will love him!” And oh boy, we’re you enamored, and not only with the quick sketch he presented you when you told him what you had in mind.

You needed a mini job anyways, and ask whether you can help out around the shop since 1. The atmosphere is nice and the place is close to yours and 2. Hello? Cute ass colleague? However, your small aesthetic crush morphed into full on pining after seeing Albedo being so soft around his sis, and creating beautiful designs inspired by every customers liking 24/7.

Nonetheless, you were getting confused by him. Was he into you, or why did he buy you a coffee when you came in that morning, with the sweetest note attached to it? Why did he go out of his way to quell all your curiosities (big brain = hot)? Why does he gaze at you with those soft teal orbs, when you haven’t been close for this long yet?

His acquaintances muse that he’s generally a clueless guy when it comes to relationships, whether they are platonic or romantic, and he does tend to give off wrong signals because of that. So far, he rejected everyone who came at him with a gentle smile, apologizing for his tactlessness.

And yet, you could feel that there’s more to it in your case… but you didn’t wanna stick your head in the clouds and get the wrong idea. However, Klee is right there to tell you just how much he’s been talking about you! She ends up asking him whether you can go home with them, because she really wants you to bake for her (one of the single skills that Albedo was not blessed with), and there, as you three stand in the kitchen….

“I’ve never heard big bro talk so much about anyone before… I’m glad big bro likes you soooo much! I really want a big sis!”

Hehe, this is so cute, fuck. I want a bf now :(((

I agree anon, I too long for a significant other-

Kinda.

I think it'd be nice to have someone to cuddle and smooch, though.

And I agree--I'm so weak for soft dudes with grungy vibes Xiao. Like...seeming tough?? Being tough?? But also having a gentle and sweet personality? Please, sign me up.

I personally dress in comfy sweaters + skirts or grunge (but pretty loosely so). There's no in-between.

Wait also might I have a cookie?

I love the idea of Klee basically just hanging out at the shop too hahaha, leave it to Albedo to have both a very steady hand and be responsible enough to take care of an active little girl while working. Props to him, that's for sure. It'd also be cute if the customers can have her pick their tattoo-

Dodoco would unintentionally become a 'thing' at the shop.

That being said, Albedo as your boss (but, as always, please just call him Albedo. You're around the same age anyway and this is a small family-owned place, after all)? He'd be attentive and rather sweet.

Considering that he already does hold a soft spot towards people and their little habits, the seemingly small moments of joy that spark and the smiles that refuse to leave his customer's faces when they see the nearly finished product--it's not entirely surprising. It's hard to miss the smile on his own face.

Albedo would often give you longer breaks, too. While the tattoo parlor is popular, the foot traffic is low, so there's only ever a customer or two getting worked on at a time along with a few curious peeks now and then.

Not to mention, the artist is also quite the skilled chef. The breakfast sandwich he brought in for breakfast? He made himself.

Of course the coffee he bought on his way in.

Because he usually goes right to sketching and prepping the workspace, he'll always leave the tasty morsels and coffee (or whatever beverage you prefer, to your specifications) right on the counter in the front so you can see it when you walk in for the day.

And as always, there's his name signed with his signature 'solar isotoma' (it's what he calls it, at least) detailing that he took care of breakfast for you and that he hopes you enjoy the simple meal he's prepped this time around.

Things go pretty well for the first few weeks of working!

Lots of satisfied customers, playing with Klee in the shop's downtime, conversing with Albedo, or just sitting in silence. You've noticed that he asks quite a bit about your likes and dislikes. Though...you just assume it's because he's not the best conversationalist.

After all, while he's incredibly attractive and his charm is undeniable, the man struggles to strike conversations with his clients and opts for encouraging them to take the reins.

Not to mention the cute blush on his cheeks and gently worded declinations he's had to do often--

You wonder if he's already seeing someone.

Honestly, standing in the kitchen in his apartment should've made you realize how dense you are yourself.

Especially when Albedo is right besides you, elbows nearly touching as you walk through the steps of making a cake with him. His hands are covered in various amounts of flour and batter after a little mishap and Klee is eagerly peeking over the countertop.

Though he's dressed down in a plain tee and sweatpants, his hair down and much longer than you expected, you can still sense the way he's so very concentrated on the task at hand. Like he doesn't want to mess it up. It's cute.

When the cake is finally in the oven, Klee speaks up with her face and hands pressed against the viewing window.

"Big brother likes you soooooo much!"

And suddenly, when your eyes meet wide teal ones, it clicks.

His sweet notes and breakfast on him, the several careful sketches of you placed alongside the ones he does of his clients, how he often invites you over to his apartment over the weekends and after work.

Albedo finds himself shyly looking away for the first time.

When the cake is done, the three of you have indulged in the deliciously sweet snack, you help him clean up while Klee goes off to watch a show on the tv.

He's hesitant, visibly so.

"Would you..." Shutting off the water, he pats his wet hands on the front of his shirt. Under the bright florescent of the overhead lights, his eyes seem to shine. "Perhaps like to join me tomorrow on a date?"

#anon asks #modern au #tattoo artist albedo #albedo #albedo simping #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #klee

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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hi dana.. if it’s possible can i request some angsty wangsty based on niki la la lost you with eric🥺 and ughh i really love your writing like crazyyyyy

♥ title: la la lost you in april [also part of @sunlightwoo ‘s 12 Months I Loved You collaboration project]

♥ member: tbz eric

♥ genre: f2l, ex! eric x fem! reader, model! eric [SFW!]

♥ warnings: swearing, some mentions of sex [like, once i think]

♥ wc: 3.4k

♥ a/n: sis when i first heard the song I absolutely loved how you used 'angsty wangsty' so I hope this one does it for you the way you imagined it <3 [fyi i wrote it in like, a camcorder recording audio format which is something i’m trying out so please hmu on whether it’s difficult to read/understand!]

[REC: APRIL 2, 2019 - 6:39PM] SOLO LOG #1

Are you seeing this? This is the most beautiful sunset I’ve seen. I gotta get a shot of this-

Hey! Hey! I could help you take a picture with the sunset if you want to!

Oh! Would- Would you? That’d be great!

Of course!

...

Here. Is it alright?

Yeah, yeah, it’s cool! Thank you so much!

Are you recording something? Is it a- Are you vlogging? Are you a vlogger?

Yeah, no... I’m actually on a solo trip for a bit.

Oh, where are you from?

Just the next state.

Ah! You’re taking a break off... life then? I assume? Sorry if that came out weird.

No! No no! It’s alright! Yeah, I just needed a short break from... y’know, school and everything. My semester ended pretty early on so I took the chance to come out here and... see some new sights, meet some new people.

I get that. Well, for a start, what’s your name?

Oh, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you! And you?

I’m Eric.

[REC: APRIL 4, 2019 - 10:34PM] SOLO LOG #2

It is the 4th of April, 2019. I know, I know, I’m meant to do a daily vlog for all the 50 days I’m here but... it’s been... wow. Um... so I met Eric, the first day I touched down. The beach is just, about a 10 minute walk down and the sunsets are absolutely gorgeous. But uh... call me a fool and say that I’m living in the clouds but- what are the chances?

He’s funny, he’s such a great person to be around with y’know? Never a moment of like, awkwardness or stress and my God, look at me talking about a boy like that, though I met him 2 days ago.

...

Um, he’s a freelance model. For those freelance shoots by UNIQLO or Target or something and he complains about the pay sometimes, but he looks good infront of a camera, so he’s... actually the one who won at life, really.

I’m not seeing him soon because he’s got a shoot out of town and he’ll be back next week. But I did get his number and he’s been texting me since.

...

Wouldn’t it be funny if we end up together and then I have this whackass of a reel to show him? Jesus... I need to stop getting ahead of myself here. Freakin’ living in the clouds, aren’t I?

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and see if I can get my weird projector shit up and working. See you.

[REC: APRIL 7, 2019 - 5:14AM] SOLO LOG #3

It is... 5am... uh, April 7th- and I was just binging FRIENDS through the night, waiting for the sunrise before I get some shut eye and then... Eric just asked me out. Oh my God! Um, he’s coming back this Thursday and I’ll go see him at the airport before we go get dinner.

It was really funny ‘cause he had to wake up early for a shoot today and so his day has just begun but mine’s coming to an end and I just- I’m rambling so much, it’s kinda- it’s kinda sad, isn’t it?

I think I’m too happy to sleep right now so I’m just gonna text him some more before the sun rises- oh! He replied!

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and finish up this last episode before sleeping. Hopeful I can sleep. Bye!

[REC: APRIL 11, 2019 - 4:28PM] SOLO LOG #4

I am on my way out right now to go meet Eric at the airport, and I’m... it’d be an understatement to say that I’m excited. I know I’ve only known him for like, 2 days before he left but... I miss him. Is that possible? Missing someone despite knowing them for 2 days?

Anyway, I gotta go. Don’t wanna be late to see him.

[REC: APRIL 13, 2019 - 10:23AM] SOLO LOG #5

Oh! Is that what you had-

Yeah! It’s the same camera!

What are you vlogging for, actually? Like-

Nothing, really. It’s just for my own usage-

Wait, you didn’t like set that up last night while we-

Oh, God, no! Who do you think I am?

I don’t know, I mean, we’ve known each other for... is it two weeks-

Just under two weeks-

Jeez-

I know, I know, oh my God.

...

I don’t regret it though. Yeah, like- I don’t really go down to the beach that often in the first place and it just- it just so happened that you were there that day and I saw you struggling with this old thing-

I was not struggling!

Yeah you were!

I wasn’t-

I’m kidding! Gosh, you’re so cute.

...

Are you gonna have the camera recording while this carries on?

I forgot it was on-

One day we’re gonna accidentally make a sex tape-

Eric!

[REC: APRIL 17, 2019 - 1:15AM] SOLO LOG #6

-ould you pass me the hot water?

Mm? What?

The kettle over on the counter. Careful, it’s hot. Yeah, thanks.

Do you need help with-

It’s just instant noodles, sweet. Doubt I need a diploma for this. You’re recording again?

Yeah, does it bother you?

No, no, ‘course not. Though that means I can’t really do whatever I want to now.

What does that mea-

...

I can... still taste that bit of milk tea you had just now-

Could you tell it’s zero sugar?

I don’t think that matters, it’s still sweet and not great for your health to have that so much.

Aw, and yet you’re the one who suggested noodles at this timing, yeah?

You were hungry too!

...

Here, it’s done. Help me get the bowls?

Did you even wash these?

Yeah, I did. If you don’t trust me, you can run them under the water for a bit.

Mhm. Here.

If it’s not enough, we can call for Macs.

Y’know, I’ve never had Macs past midnight back at home.

What? Really? Well, when you get back in May, would you try?

Yeah, why not? Maybe I’ll do that when I’m back in school.

...

What date is it today?

April... hold on, um, 17. Careful, that’s hot.

...

When are you leaving again?

May 22.

Are you planning on coming back anytime soon after?

I don’t know. I have school to worry about and the only other time I can come back’s probably during winter break in November.

...

I won’t be around in November.

Mm? Why not?

I’m moving.

To where?

I’m not sure yet, but I need to move depending on whether I get it and where the shoot’s at.

Shoot? It’s a big project, huh?

Yeah, it’s- it’s a pretty big deal.

...

I’ll- Let me just go and...

[REC: APRIL 20, 2019 - 7:49PM] SOLO LOG #7

-idn’t have to!

No, c’mon! It’s such a great time to get this on camera! Come on, tell us what just happened!

Well, I just scored a huge model contract with Calvin Klein - in Manhattan.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’m so fucking proud of you, oh my God! Can you believe it-

No, fuck off, I can’t either!

Oh! Calvin Klein!

...

I swear, you’re an angel sent to me-

Fuck off!

I’m serious! it’s so timely- I just can’t- I’m just so happy to have met you.

...

Well, you heard it first here, ladies and gentlemen. Eric Sohn is a new model for Calvin Klein - Manhattan.

[REC: APRIL 21, 2019 - 12:40PM] SOLO LOG #8

It is 12.40pm... April 21st, 2019. I’m finally back in my apartment after crashing at Eric’s for the last... 10 days? I think it was 10 days. My clothes were running out and I didn’t want to hike up his water bills so I just came back and- y’know did my own laundry.

...

Well, it’s- it’s been an absolute dream. The last thing I expected to... have, or meet? Here, is Eric. Um, but I know I’m probably going to regret this. Especially when May 22 comes. Uh... this is... it’s real bad. I mean, we’re great, y’know? But... it’s bad, because I know it’ll hurt. Like a bitch. When my time here is up, and I gotta go back to my reality, and Eric’s gotta stick to his.

We haven’t really talked about it. May. I don’t think he wants to, and I don’t think I want to either. 50 days is too short. Either that, or I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I shouldn’t have gone to the beach that day, in that hour.

...

I just wish we had more time. I wish 24 hours were... maybe about 100 seconds more per minute. Does that make sense? 160 seconds per minute. Then again, I don’t think that’d solve my problem. I’ll still be on a ticking... time bomb.

...

I know I shouldn’t say this. I know I can’t. I know I can’t afford to. But... I... I love him. I love Eric. With every... bit of me. It’s so... disgustingly cliché, but I feel so... comfortable with him. There’s really nothing we’d fight about, and even if we disagreed on something, we’d play it off like a debate, then forget about it the next day.

...

I love him. I do. And I’m going to regret this later. Without a doubt.

...

[REC: APRIL 27, 2019 - 2:02AM] SOLO LOG #9

-ou can see the stars?

I don’t know, that’s why I’m trying, sweet.

...

Can you see them?

Yeah, maybe if I just turn this ISO- Oh! I can kinda see the North Star-

Oh! Yeah, you can! It’s really feint though.

Right.

It’s okay, we can just lay it down here-

On the grass? Will your camera be fine?

Yeah, yeah, or else you can just put in on top of my bag- here.

...

Here, can you see me? Am I in frame?

Yeah, you’re in frame.

Okay, great. Now get over here!

...

I can taste the smoothie you had just now.

Too sweet?

A little.

...

Oh my God! Put me down! Oh- not there! It’s ticklish- AHHHHH!

...

y/n, I have something to tell you.

Mm? What is it?

...

Hello? Earth to Eric?

I... I love you. So much... and I can’t bear to see you go in May.

Oh, Eric...

No, I- I don’t want you to stay- or even think about it, ‘cause, you have your priorities and I have mine y’know...

Mhm.

I just... I just wished we had more time.

I do too. I really do.

...

Eric?

Hm?

I love you too.

...

[REC: MAY 1, 2019 - 4:23AM] SOLO LOG #10

1st May. 4...30? Am? I believe. Um, Eric’s sound asleep in his bed and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do a log.

...

I have... 3 weeks left. 4 weeks have gone past just like that, and I don’t know what to think about it. I came for a 50-day retreat. No stress, just myself and peace and quiet and tranquility and yet-

...

I- I don’t know if I can do this.

...

[REC: MAY 7, 2019 - 3:58PM] SOLO LOG #11

So, Eric’s in shoot right now and I’m on the way into the studio with some donuts and coffee to surprise him. I called his manager and asked if it was okay so- I’m pretty psyched to see his workspace.

...

Hi, I’m y/n, I’m here to visit Eric?

Ah, okay! Hold on, let me just get you signed in with the pass-

Count me in!

You sure? This Saturday at the prep-party?

Yeah- Oh!

Eric!

y/n! What are you doing here?

I wanted to surprise you. Am I... interrupting anything?

Oh, not at all!

You must be y/n! Eric’s told me so much about you!

Did he? And you are...?

I’m Chelsea! I’ve been attached to the same Calvin Klein contract he recently got, so you could say we’re colleagues!

Well, nice to meet you! Oh, right, these donuts and coffee are meant for you guys actually!

Oh! You’re too kind! Eric, you’re such a lucky man.

I know, she’s just... everything.

Anyway, thank you so much for these. I’ll bring them back down to the studio for the crew to share. But Eric’s pretty much done for the day actually, so you guys can leave if you want to!

Are you sure? Don’t you need help downstairs with the equipment?

No, no! It’s fine, there’re more than enough people downstairs. Go have your date, and maybe you can bring her along with you for the prep-party this weekend!

What’s the prep-party... preparing for?

Oh, you’re so adorable! It’s a prep-party for the end-of-May shoot we’re gonna have. it’s a collab with DAZED so it’s a pretty big project.

You never told me you were involved in a collab with DAZED.

I was gonna tell you today.

He has been pretty busy recently, maybe slipped his mind. Anyway, thank you so much for the donuts and I’ll hope to see you at the pier this Saturday, mm?

Yeah, sure. Thanks Chels.

No problem! It was so nice to meet you, y/n, I’ll see you Saturday!

Okay, bye!

Bye, Chelsea! It was nice to meet you!

Bye!

...

Sweet, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?

I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought you said you’d end pretty late?

The filming was cut short because the shots were better than expected so we ended early.

Oh, I wanted to film you while you were at work.

You have that on?

Yeah- why?

No, just wondering.

Are you uncomfortable?

No, no, it’s just... I really didn’t expect you to come to the studio.

...

[REC: MAY 11, 2019 - 11:12PM] SOLO LOG #12

It’s 11:12pm, 11th May, 2019. 11 days to departure.

...

I... saw... Chelsea and Eric... um, out by the garage-

...

Well, I guess... it looked like they were just... having a really good talk. Or something.

...

I left. I couldn’t watch it. So, I left without telling Eric. I did tell his boss that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to leave first.

...

I guess this is the part where I regret it, isn’t it? Um... I don’t know... how... I’m gonna explain this to him when I see him again. Which is supposed to be- um- the rest of the night. I was supposed to go back to his place with him and I’ll stay for the weekend before I come back to pack my things, so-

...

y/n, are you home?

...

shit.

y/n, I know you’re home. I heard you talking. Open the door, I need to talk to you.

...

[REC: MAY 12, 2019 - 2:00AM] SOLO LOG #13

...

I look like shit, don’t I? God, my eyes hurt like a bitch.

...

I don’t think I need to say what just happened for you to guess what just happened, right? This... says it all.

...

Fuck.

...

I shouldn’t have come here. How did- How did my retreat turn out- turn out like this?

...

This is- This is too much. Too much in too short... of a time.

...

I don’t think... I don’t think I can do it. Not anymore.

...

[REC: MAY 19, 2019 - 9:59AM] SOLO LOG #14

It’s May 19th, 2019, almost 10am. I just came back from a morning walk by the beach just to... reminisce a little before I leave on Wednesday.

...

I... haven’t seen Eric since the prep-party. I blocked him and I told him not to come over, though I think he has, like, a few times. I thought I heard someone come up to my door, but he never knocked.

...

So, this is how it ends, huh? A 50-day romance cut short like that. Into about, 40?

...

It’s crazy to think that I had... the experience of a whole relationship in 40 days. I definitely did not sign up for that when I booked this 50-day retreat.

...

It was fun while it lasted, though. It was. I don’t think I’d find anybody else like Eric, and I guess it just sucks that it had to end like that. Things happen, right? That aren’t... in our control.

...

[REC: MAY 21, 2019 - 8:07PM] SOLO LOG #15

May 21st. About 8pm. I leave in about 15 hours.

...

All my stuff’s packed. Definitely more things to bring home than I brought here. Half of these things were bought by Eric and given to me. I’m... actually not sure if I should bring them back.

...

I don’t- I just don’t think I’d have the heart to throw them away.

...

Nor look at them when I’m home.

...

Should I even bring this camera home? Maybe I should wipe your memory before I bring you home, hmm?

...

It feels like a dream, doesn’t it? Everything that’s happened. It feels like a fever dream. Maybe when I’m finally home, I’d wake up and it’d be the day I come here.

...

Maybe.

...

[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 10:03AM] SOLO LOG #16

-ny more luggage?

Nope.

Alright then, I think you’re all set. You still have about an hour’s time before the gates are open so you can get a cup of coffee or something, yeah?

Okay, thank you!

Have a nice flight ma’am.

Thanks.

...

Good evening ma’am, can I check your boarding pass?

Yeah, sure.

...

Okay, you’re good to go. Have a safe flight.

Thank you!

...

[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 11:34AM] SOLO LOG #17

It is about 11.30am and I’m on the flight, and here’s the view outside. Sky’s pretty clear and this thing says that the weather’s great so, it should be a smooth flight without turbulence.

...

This is it. This is really it.

...

Um-

Hi, ma’am, I’m gonna need you to keep your camcorder.

Oh! Yeah, sure, sure, sorry!

[REC: APRIL 2, 2020 - 12:48AM] ERIC LOG #1

Wow, this is... weird. How did you do this last year?

...

Um, hi. y/n. If you’re watching this then I’ve somehow managed to get this synced into your camera by some weird... bluetooth, iCloud shit that Felix helped me figure out.

...

It’s been a year. And... I just thought you should... see this, or hear me out, at least. I know we didn’t end on the best terms... and I’m sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you for being unreasonable for something that was... suspicious. I should’ve understood.

...

I should’ve been there. To see you off. And I’m sorry I didn’t. I... was scared, that I wouldn’t be able to let you go if I went to send you off. I was a coward. I still am.

...

But I do want you to know that... those 50 days were the best days of my life. Albeit it ended horribly, but nothing could... nothing- nothing will ever replace what happened last April.

...

I said I love you and... I still do. Every day I think about you and your smile and your voice and- and I cry to sleep... worrying that I’d forget how you sound like, or how you laugh and how... how you smell like. My bed smelt like you even after you left.

...

I just- I love you. And I miss you. And I’d do anything to go back to what we had. I’d do anything to get- to get you back.

...

I’m sorry.

...

the clip comes to an automatic stop. the white triangle slapped onto the screen, begging you to play it again. you look up from the screen, watching the famous calvin klein ad that hasn’t stopped playing in the last month.

he hasn’t changed one bit. not his hair, not his smile, not his voice.

it’s a bittersweet pot of memory stashed in the back of your head when the memories flood back. looking back down at the camera, you count back the days - it was synced just last night.

the pile of tissues by your thighs are carelessly huddled into the bin next to your feet, mentally berating yourself for going through the memory instead of formatting it.

you stand, fingers shutting the screen back onto its body with a soft click. the tv blacks out when you press the red button on its remote.

you’re halfway into your kitchen when there’s a knock at your door, and you immediately gasp, blinking rapidly.

“oh, it’s my fucking projector!”

rushing to the door, you don’t hesitate to get the door open.

and yet, like the heavens were providing you with all the light to stop you from doubting yourself, your lungs empty themselves like vacuums.

your heart stops.

your breathing stops.

“eric... what are you doing here?”

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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Doll Parts | tony stark x reader

i love him so much it just turns to hate // he only loves those things because he loves to see them break // and someday you will ache like i ache // Hole - Doll Parts

all hurt comfort. angst. no happy ending. big sad. tony could have been like this, you know. he was like this to pepper at some point. i don't know why i am like this today. rated M for themes of (implied) addiction & cheating and non-explicit mentions of intimacy. word count: 3,3k

It wasn't as if she was blind or dumb. She saw the way he treated everyone around him; whenever a single person got too close he'd push them away, consciously or not. The man loved pushing everybody's buttons as if he was playing Galaga for a living; rapidly, mercilessly, with intent. Tony Stark was not a man to whom a person would give their heart willingly.

It was her own fault she went and gave hers away, to him, of all people. And sometimes, it did feel like he loved her, in his own way. Tony would shower her with gifts and affection, cling to her whenever he wasn't away on SI business, and God, the sex was out of this world. Sometimes, she felt as if she would suddenly burst into a blinding flash of light, scalding and deafening, that would sprout from the invisible wounds his fingers left on her skin. Like fine china, she cracked little by little under his steady, tender hands.

The first time he'd ended their short, by average standards, but long - by his, relationship, it didn't come as a surprise. She had never held illusions on ensnaring the world's most notorious playboy. Younger and less jaded, she amicably agreed to get her things that very same day, blocked his number and left for an overdue vacation in the tropics. Being able to browse the gossip sites speculating on their lack of public appearances whilst sipping a Strawberry Daiquiri was a much better alternative to spending her nights holed up in rainy Manhattan, having to answer numerous "I told you so" calls from friends and relatives.

Maybe, three daiquiris should've been enough. But she'd quit smoking because he said the smell bothered him and she- well, she could do anything she wanted now. Being alone and not dating a very public figure definitely had way more perks than she previously had taken for granted in her much less exposed life. That's how the heartache began to recede: it was hard to mope when fun was calling for you by your name.

Some of Tony's character traits had migrated onto her. Which wasn't bad per se, she had been told she could use to loosen up. Her friends rejoiced in the newfound adventurousness, never missing an opportunity to go out, throw a party, go on a clubbing spree. She was game and she was enjoying it. Dolled up and eyes sparkling, the newfound confidence radiated off her like a beacon, attracting just about every single like-minded person in a five mile radius.

Tony's champagne he had sent to their table meant nothing. Her friends laughed and giggled and asked her all about the juicy details about the billionaire; as much as she searched the rowdy crowd for a familiar pair of baby doe browns, they weren't anywhere within sight. So she went back to talking and smiled as bright as the strobe lights, throwing down a whiskey shot to water the burning ache in her chest.

She found him on the dancefloor. Seconds after she stepped her foot into the mass of grinding bodies Tony was there, an equally happy and intoxicated smile on his face and arms wide open, as if they hadn't parted ways at all. She wanted to be angry with him, she really did, she wanted to snide his frivolity and the possessive way that he had the audacity to treat her.

His eyes, they were her untold weakness. She hadn't seen him so happy in months. Just once, she agreed, she'd let it slide. And so they danced, bodies accustomed to each other in the way that seemed to be impossible for her to achieve with anyone since the day that she left Tony Stark.

A splitting headache and a cold, empty bed greeted her the next morning. Thankfully, her clothes were laying haphazardly on the floor of the bedroom - the bed that was not his own but, rather, as she assumed, one of the many guest rooms in his tower.

Not the one to usually harbour shame of her very human needs, she felt like a cheap whore when she got dressed and grabbed her purse, making a beeline for the door to the elevator. As soon as the doors opened, she was greeted with a woman in a professional suit - tall, strawberry blonde and as cold as the Arctic, beautiful in the Vogue-magazine, unattainable way.

"Good morning," The woman spoke in a pleasant tone.

She wanted to retch from the false cheerfulness. "Good morning, ma'am. I was just leaving," Refusing to bow to her own shame, she flashed an equally cheerful grin towards the blonde.

"I'm Mr. Stark's personal assistant, my name is Pepper Potts," They briefly shook hands, neither of them wanting to touch the other longer than it was necessary. "There is a car waiting for you downstairs. Be sure to take the left exit."

Internally fuming, she smiled slightly wider, seeing no need to introduce herself or prolong the awkward interaction longer than necessary. "Thank you, Ms. Potts, that will not be necessary. I have arranged my own ride. Have a nice day, ma'am," With that, she pressed the button once again, entering the elevator with the expression of polite contentment glued to her face like a persistent piece of dog shit she couldn't shake off the bottom of her shoe.

Ms. Potts' façade slipped slightly - she must've been new - as the blonde ran a sharply observant look over the woman in the elevator, pulling out her phone as soon as the elevator door was halfway closed. That was quickly forgotten, her head growing clearer with each second it was pressed against the cold window of the cab she'd called on the way downstairs.

It was a mistake, a perfectly human accident that happened to the best of them. Only it left a bitter residue somewhere south of her ribcage, something acrid and viscous that even alcohol couldn't melt. The more she drank, the thicker that ball of rolled up frustration became, bleeding into her work, her relationships with her friends. It was tiresome to keep craving something so far out of her reach.

The exhaustion grew day by day, until her chest felt constricted for most part of the day and all the oxygen in the whole wide world wasn't enough. Her heartache was saved, strangely enough, by aliens - they rained down on New York city like frogs during the Plague in the book of Exodus; as if God himself was angry at the state of affairs of his favourite pet earthlings. For a time, she couldn't afford to worry about her broken heart and focused on the dilapidated city, landing her resources and skills whenever, whenever she could.

Late at night, exhausted and drained, she allowed herself to flick through the news, eagerly soaking up the new details that seemed to pop up every other day. Aliens were real, Thor was one, Captain America was alive and her ex-boyfriend was now a member of the merry band of misfit superheroes.

She had never taken his hero sidegig too seriously. Tony had some good in him, he wasn't the attention-demanding supervillain-waiting-to-happen, but neither he was hero material. The Tony she knew was akin to a hyperintelligent kid left without supervision. Consequences were a slight setback, not a surefire deterrent for this man.

Her building remained mostly intact - some cosmetic damages that were repaired quickly and did not concern her apartment at all - so she stayed in the same place, much to everyone's dismay. A good chunk of her friends had moved away from NYC as soon as they could - not that she blamed them - but the calls of her family, consisting of begging and nagging her to move states, were beginning to climb over the annoying line very quickly. More often than not, she ignored all calls that weren't from her friends or work.

It shouldn't have surprised her that Tony showed up on her balcony one night - but the shriek that left her was utterly involuntary. His armored suit was noisy and clunky, just like was expected from a huge chunk of metal. Tony's face was a ghost of the man she used to know: he was pale, the bags under his eyes were fit to carry groceries in and he'd lost more than a few pounds around his middle.

Not that she had a glow-up. Work hours were long, volunteer work was by far more exhausting and emotionally draining. With her support system scattered across the country and free hours few and in-between, she'd acquired a shrink. Nightmares went away and the sluggishness, too, thanks to a couple of convenient prescriptions. It seemed like the professionals were as clueless as any in dealing with the aftermath of an alien invasion.

"You weren't returning my calls," Tony stated in the way of hello. It was so like him, to be skipping the pleasantries and glossing over the details.

"I have your number blocked," She replied unkindly, raising an eyebrow as the suit retracted and the man, wearing worn jeans and an oil-stained tee, stepped into the twilight of her home without an invitation.

"I wanted to make sure you are alive and your home is being rebuilt in case it was demolished. Stark foundation is shouldering most of the expenses," He offered in the way of explanation, beelining for the nice whiskey she kept in a tumbler in the living room.

The snort escaped her lips before she could help it; brain chronically overtired but medicated; Adderall and weariness. He was never a good liar, only a good faker. "Why are you here, Tony?" All of it: the damages, the casualties, all of it was public record, accessible 24/7. All he had to do was open Google.

He turned around, scanning her head-to-toe, in that not-quite-convinced way. "Just wanted to see if you're okay," He tried for nonchalant but his eyes were haunted. The whiskey glass he was holding empty in seconds.

She walked up to him, staying at an arm's distance from the man, before doing a slow, sarcastic twirl. "I'm fine. Not a scratch. Was in Staten Island that day."

He nodded, not at all convinced. "Good," Before slamming the glass down with such force, she was afraid the countertop now sported a rounded indent. Fingers twitching, he pulled the woman into himself before she could utter a peep, smashing their lips together without any grace, paying no attention to the way she froze as still as a statue. "God, I missed you. Couldn't bear the thought of you dying..." He mumbled in between harshly biting the plump of her bottom lip and steering the kiss towards his wishes, hand tangled in the hair on the back of her head.

He tasted like whiskey and desperation.

She couldn't not give in. She'd felt the same way when she watched his red and gold armor fly into that wormhole, missile in tow. She'd felt the same despair clawing at her ribcage when his lifeless body flew back from it before being caught by the rabid green monstrosity.

It wasn't graceful and it wasn't pretty; feeling like a monster herself, she responded the same way he did. She shredded his clothes, she clawed his back, leaving wet crimson streaks in the wake of her nails and whispered the ugliest, nastiest truths she had denied herself for so long. He left with the promise to stay in contact and for once, he did.

Nothing was the same. Tony was far from the careless, extravagant billionaire he used to be. These days he was a cynical, analytical asshole that one-upped people even before he had a real need to do so. Both of them had changed, really. She was not the tender uptown girl either.

The nights with him were rare and long; the nights alone with her work were recurrent and longer. The tower stood out on the NYC skyline like a sore thumb, beckoning with the unattainable snipe hunt of having something stable with the world's #1 superhero, Tony Stark. Each time they met, she felt almost as dirty as the time she stood in the elevator under the scrutiny of Pepper Potts.

Even if he didn't outright hide her. She'd ran into Black Widow and Clint Barton once or twice, each of them casting a glance at her Special Visitor badge before muttering niceties and moving on with their day. It was only slightly better with the Captain: he got in the elevator two floors below Tony's penthouse at 8 AM in the morning, just as she was leaving for work - dressed in a sharp pantsuit that was not-quite on Pepper's level. The soldier must've assumed she was a high-rank employee or a friend, the tips of his cheeks blushing as he spoke a quiet: "Good morning, ma'am," In that semi-formal tone of his.

Seeing a grown man get so flustered was quite adorable. "Good morning, Captain Rogers, sir," She replied in a matching tone, humoring him.

The elevator stopped suddenly and a few employees got in, staring openly at the national icon, who had his eyebrows slanted in confusion. The woman shared his sentiment: it was Tony's private elevator. She guessed all the other ones were too full in the mornings so the tower's AI put the underused one to work.

Or, at least, that's what she tried to convince herself of anyway. It wouldn't be past Tony to get jealous over something as trivial as sharing an elevator car with Captain America.

The plateau of normalcy didn't last long. Just as she was opening her third bottle of wine for the night, laptop open on the kitchen counter and proudly displaying "Tony Stark and Pepper Potts - America's newest power couple?" article, she realised he was a coward, too. Slowly but surely, he had ghosted her, not even bothering with an explanation of his sudden unavailability, the several dates missed and even more postponed indefinitely.

They were never going to be a normal couple. She had made her peace with that, ugly and depressing - but it was real. She thought what they had was real. She finally had admitted to herself that she loved him, loved an impossible man, loved to the bottom of Hell and pitfire. The fireworks under her skin had never fully gone away, she realised as more and more ugly sobs broke from her chapped lips.

She blocked his number again and bought herself a new one, deleting the "Tony Stark" contact for good. There was more than enough work to do and the time to feel sorry for herself was sparse. And if she picked up a habit to make sure the time working was spent with proper efficiency, without soaking documents in saltwater that her eyes seemed to overproduce those days? It wasn't a big deal. She needed to get back on her feet somehow, without being dragged by a man who wasn't even present to actively be ruining her life anymore.

If anything, she thought she should feel grateful. The blinding light, the stars that exploded and shone inside her only for Tony, became something poisonous and vile. It wasn't the bitter taste of regret; rather, she felt a flash of ravenous, burning anger every time his name or his face popped up in a press article within her eyesight. Love and hate weren't that different when it came to the intensity: she basked in those newfound feelings, taking care to pick apart and neatly sort each of his perceived flaws on a cute little shelf in her overtaxed brain and fatigued heart.

It wasn't healthy. A convenient escape for the summer; a cabin far, far away from the busy New York city - she took up the offer and relocated there, being content with working remotely, drinking strawberry mimosas by the lakeside. Day by day, the clarity of her mind returned, lulled into a false sense of security by the tranquil trees slowly swaying in the breeze and wide ripples in the water.

Tony seemed to be enjoying bringing chaos into her life and making her miserable. The quinjet landed right on the neatly manicured lawn in front of the cabin, several obviously exhausted and wounded superheroes dismounting the vehicle, Tony looking sheepish but determined in the lead.

She wasn't completely unaware of the rest of the world and knew of the fiasco the Avengers recently had. Was it the half-dead, limping Widow or the baby blues of the Captain, she couldn't tell, but the woman ushered them into her house, gathering the tools needed for first aid with haste. Fate wasn't looking to give her a break.

As soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen, alone, Tony was there, looking much like that time on the balcony, baby doe browns turned up to eleven and a groveling speech prepared on demand. He'd noticed her weight loss and the ashen tone of her skin, the prominent veins and the bags under her eyes. She was as obvious as a brick to the face with her vices.

She slapped him. He winced, but stayed quiet, preparing himself for the storm - and storm him she did, keeping quiet enough for most of the team to be able to tactfully ignore the scolding Tony was getting. "I despise, you, Stark. You're a coward. Do not dare to set foot in my house ever again."

Needless to say, the superheroes departed shortly after Natasha's injuries were stabilised and frowning, disappointed Thor and Steve (they'd asked her to address them by their first names) bashfully apologized for their sudden intrusion and any discomfort they might have caused. She smiled at Steve, wide and big; refusing to admit it was done just to spite Tony, she joked and blushed in response to the Captain.

Tony did not attempt to contact her again. For some time, she lived in fear - irrational one at that - he'd appear and wreck her life one more, final time, before admiring the destruction and leaving her a steaming pile of ashes on the floor. But seasons passed and all of it faded, like a vivid, terrible nightmare.

Piece by piece, her life was getting put back together. His name stopped invoking a swarm of feelings she needed to drown just to stay afloat; there were news regarding him, another violent altercation, and she simply flicked the TV back to adult swim. New friends and new hobbies were being made; the fine cracks made by his agile fingers were being filled with the gold of newer, better discoveries.

There was always something going on in the superhero world and finally one of the topics reached her line of work: mutant rights. She'd never stopped being a volunteer after that NYC invasion, making new connections in a domain previously unexplored, it paid off in spades regarding her career growth. The connections were vital to be able to climb the corporate ladder successfully.

Stark showed up at her door three days after half of his merry band of misfits were pronounced fugitives. This time, she expected it. She knew better than to expect him to assume responsibility by himself - a quick Google search and his relationship status was listed as once again single - the Virginia Potts she knew would not have let anything like that happen. Stark was on his own.

"They betrayed me," He'd said, from behind the door she had cracked open a few inches, to make him know he wasn't welcome in her home.

"I think you know now, how I felt then," She didn't falter, ignoring the way his still freshly-bruised face darkened. "As far as I am concerned, you deserve it. Goodbye, Tony." She shut the door without waiting for his response, hearing his footsteps slowly back away as she made herself another coffee.

Tony Stark taglist: @another-stark-sub @letsby @mostly-marvel-musings @rdjesus4ever @ladyeliot

Well um 💀 yeah. I'll go and attempt to scavenge some serotonin somewhere now. Thanks for reading! 💖✨

#tony stark angst #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #bun writes: drabbles #bun writes #this is me tearing your heart out and having it for dinner 💚#it's okay i obsess over this scenario and send myself spiraling at least twice a month

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eeriefeelingsat3amuwu · 3 years

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My lovelies, this is probs the best thing that we (me and my sister) ever came up with when sleep-deprived and creative. Me and my sis were watching Blood of Zeus on Netflix and síce we’re really into the Greek Mythology, we started thinking of random headcanons on the gods. And this is what we came up with:

Zeus:

the oldest sibling, the younger ones call him Big Z

actually very loyal to Hera, would never cheat on her and all of his ‘maidens’ were actually chosen by disaster bisexual Hera

loves cleaning, is very pedantic

is the only one who knows about the real images of all the gods

a great husband, but a terrible father, seriously, don’t leave your child with him

loves his little brothers to death, even if they fight a lot

Hades:

the middle sibling, nickname is ‘Hadie’, Poseidon loves him, Zeus cares for him very much

is a very loving husband, he gives Persephone everything she could desire

since he rarely chooses sides, whenever the other gods are fighting, he and Persephone have date nights, play with Cerberos (he’s seriously a big puppy) or talk to the dead heroes in Elysium

Charon is his best brooo, parties in Tartaros, he even gives Hades and Persephone romantic boat rides along the river for date nights

Poseidon:

the youngest, must be protected even if he doesn’t need protection, has two nicknames: Pony (for joking around and picking at him) and Donie (loving nickname used when talking normaly)

May be the god of the seas, but he can’t swim at all, his older brothers tried to teach him one day and it ended with him almost drowning in a meter deep pool

is really adventurous and traves a lot, if you’re not sure where he is, try either a few California beaches or some historical cities in Europe

is the good dad™️, he takes care of the Zeus children comming in every once in a while and they absolutely LOVE him

both him and Hades are great with kids, but Hades has a wife, so he’s more of a cool uncle then a dad

DAD JOKES

Aphrodite:

you’d be surprised, but she does not spend her free time practising makeup and doing yoga; most of the time, while not in public she downs some oversized hoodie and sweatpants and either sleeps, lifts weights or bingewatches Netflix shows and eats chips

except for Zeus, only Appolo and Ares know this, not even her son is aware of it

Appolo found out when he went to borrow her curling iron and she opened the door without thinking (she was just eating a corndog and when she saw the look Appolo gave her, she slammed the door in his face while screaming ‘if you tell anyone you’re dead’)

Ares is a different story, she actually showed him and they accidentaly became best friends

she can’t sleep at her house since they could find out and so she sleeps over at houses of other gods when she knows they’re not there

Ares:

is actually very peaceful, hates fighting and it’s kinda killing him that it’s his job to be a bloodthirsty warmonger

whenever he can, he drops the act and is just a sweetheart

loves bunnies and has quite a few of them

Aphrodite was sleeping in his house one time because he was supposed to be fighting a war somewhere, but what she didn’t know was that he returns to feed and play with his bunnies every two days (no it’s not animal abuse, he leaves them both food and water whenever he’s supposed to go away and he returns only to calm himself down and make sure that everything’s working as it should) and he returned the day she was sleeping there; she went downstairs as to leave and found out about the bunnies

that’s how they became best friends

his house, to the other gods, looks like some sort of an arena with weapons and spikes all around, but as soon as they leave, he re-decorates and after that it looks like Demeter’s garden

Demeter:

she has alergies

like, a lot

she hates flowers and grass and just every single damn plant because it makes her eyes water and itch, it makes her nose runny and it just puts her in a shitty mood

but because of her profession, she has to decorate her home with them whenever someone is comming over

then she holes up in her house for two weeks until her alergies pass and starts again

Hephaistos:

he hates warmth

yes, he lives in a volcano, but he’s not fireproof, thank you very much

he’d rather do anything else OTHER then what he does because it’s so hot, but he loves his job and so he continues on with it

every once in a while he disguises himself as a human and goes to the show Forged in Fire (he always wins)

Eros:

he loves his job and everything that comes with it

the only little bit weird thing is how invested he gets into the love stories he creates with his arrows

he cries whenever the story has a happy ending and is just all in all a very senstive soul with an undying love for romance

he is so devoted to Psyche that had she asked him to, he would rip off his wings and give them to her

Now, we have the gay friend group:

Athena:

tired™️, always on coffee 24/7, if not, you don’t want to talk to her

curses, is angry and totaly not calm and colected, just chaotic neutral energy

a prankster, along with Hermes

the mom friend, makes sure the rest of the group doesn’t die or kill each other

smart and witty, but doesn’t give two fucks about anything, burned out gifted kid

eyerolls, glares and ‘tsk’s are a must

she WILL make you feel pathetic if she wants to

likes baking

Hermes:

without his shoes, he can’t run to save his life

you’d think ‘Oh, a Greek god, he must be ripped under that Toga!’ but no, he’s a fucking stick; no abs, no biceps, no nothing, just a STICK

can’t exercise, can’t lift anything heavier then a teapot, just...weak baby

living and breathing ADHD

stimming, never paying attention, figet things, hyperfixations, just...

a trickster along with Athena, they are sneaky and they always know what to do to get the best reaction out of every single god

Appolo:

loves to create songs, both lyrics and music, but...a bit different genre

just...heavy metal, rock, rap, he’s just going WITH it dude

also loves the goth aesthetic

plays the guitar, electric one tho

he diguises it as his lyre

Artemis is his eyes in ears for when he needs to change the tone (when the other gods are comming)

he does actually like poetry and loves to read classics and he thinks Shakespear is THE SHIT™️

the theatre kid

loud

Artemis:

the godess of the hunt, huh?

yeah, she’s a vegan

like, a hardcore vegan

goes to PETA protests every once in a while

fights for animal rights with every ounce of her being

but she’s still the godess of the hunt, so sometimes she needs to kill animals

sooooo, she has anger issues.

deals with them by making Hermes exercise

keeps tabs on every animal she has ever killed and cries over the papers where she’s written it down every once in a while

Okay, this would be it for our headcanons, I may or may not be planning to write a fanfic about them in a modern setting and I’m excited af.

Tagging you guys in belief that you’ll enjoy this:

@definietlynotsatan @a-fandom-trashdump @bla-rese

#greek gods #headcanon #gay friend groups #bffs #wip #aphrodite #athena #appolo #artemis #hephaistos #Zeus #Hades #Poseidon #brothers #Hera #Ares #Persephone #I rly love my sis #we think of the weirdest shit together

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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Tuesday 2 October 1838

6 ¾

packing portmanteau and travelling bag etc. till had Josephine a little before 9 – fine morning F53° at 9 40 – breakfast at 9 ¾ - Had Madame Gassie from about 10 ½ to 11 ½ A- and I off at 12 ¼ to Luz – at Mr. Flamants’ house there at 1 25 – Mr. Flamant and Mrs. Latapie waiting to receive us, and Mr. Latapie soon came – with him upstairs (A- and I had him to ourselves) from 1 35 to 2 5 – he read his letter – evidently he was very nervous – it was nearly 3 pp. but really very well done – explanatory – très polie – (M. le préfet would understand the hit at his incivility) and hoping that he would notice the matter as he thought proper and that I had have no occasion to apply to higher authority and hoping also that he would send me a copy of the Rapport and an answer to my letter directed to me aux soins de Monsieur Okey avocat to the British Embassy –on asking Mr. Latapie what I was indebted to him, he very handsomely said, he was not in his bureau – he was a stranger here, and hoped I would accept what he had done for me this time – I had done him great honour in trusting the matter to him – of course, I thanked him as well as I could saying I was ashamed of having given him so much trouble mo particularly having asked him for a copy of the letter which I am to have tomorrow morning he said he had children – sons – who travelled and he hoped if they came in my way, I should not disown them – no! certainly not - but I added I was 40 postes from London and almost always en voyage – besides, there were many of my name – However on my going downstairs I offered to give him my address and wrote in his pocket book Madame Lister de Shibden Hall Yorkshire with which he seemed much pleased – I have no intention of playing colonel Caradoc to Mr. Carrère of Gabas – to whom the honourable colonel gave his address and offered to be of any service he could – yet when Mr. C- wrote to him some time ago for some little interest, the letter was never answered! from Mr. Latapie went to see Charles’ grange near the hermitage – there at 2 ¼ - little 2 ½ months old calf worth 12/. – if kept 4 months longer might be worth 40/. – the grange very nice – little 6 barred gates turning on swivels top and bottom and with an old fashioned fastener turning from out of the gate into the gate-post the cément f the water trough composed of ½ and ½ of quick lime and till very well powdered and mixed together with [Q.S.] of water – the milk in copper chaudrons immersed in fresh running water about an inch high above the bottom of the chaudron – higher said Charles would do harm to the cream setting – off from the grange at 2 40 – called for a moment at the door to wish Charles’ wife goodbye – then rode terribly slowly home – Charles says (square measure) that

1 pan = 8 pouces

8 pans = 1 canne

24 cannes = 1 latte

24 lattes = 1 journal

planks bought by the canne and one inch thick cost at Pierrefitte and the transport from Pierrefitte to Luz = 10 sols per canne

Sapin 3/50

Chataigne 5/.

Noyer 6/. to 7/.

mutton per lb. 12 sols

Beef ----------- 14 other years 20 sols out 8 sols

veau --------- 14

butter ---------14 other year 10 or 12 sols. this summer si sêche the cows had nothing to eat gave little milk, and thus butter became so dear – sometimes 8 sols per lb. in the winter – a great deal comes from the large good village we saw (right) coming from Tarbes – from the valle d’Osse

good white wood 12 sols per lb.

- noire = 14 to 15

a good horse worth 200. a good mule worth 400/. – at home at 4 40 but went to see Castets the tailor naturalist (bird-stuffer) just returned from Spain – his headquarters at Huescas chez Sauson – would rather go from Huescas than from Ayerbe to Saragossa – because the diligence from the former place not on springs but not uneasy, a sort of char, and everybody takes an armed man as escort who walks by the size, and there is no danger – but from the Ayerbe the diligence foes quick and there is no guard – see at Abbeville le musée de Mr. Duchesne de Lamotte – Castets going to Paris immediately with his birds the correspondent of Mr. Castets’, naturalist, Barèges, Hautes Pyrénées, is Mr. Boissonneau, Rue neuve des Petits champs à Paris – Castets very comfortable in Spain – going again the end of next month – means to go to Andalusia has got all the birds he has now in Arragon [Aragon], as well as some very perfect [casauic] shell-remains – there is an hotel kept by an Englishman at Saragossa – but the hotel des quatre nations kept by an Italian the best – very comfortable at Huescas chez Sanson – home at 5 5 – at accounts till dinner at 7 ¼ to 8 – A- quite wrong at being styled my niece she sees that I will not acknowledge her as what I asked her to be and everybody takes their queue from me however I got her right after her crying all the way home what a pother A- wrote to her aunt tonight and note to Mr. Pagès enclosing 3 napoleons Fine day F54 ½° now at 2 tonight till which time had been getting all ready for tomorrow – at 2 wrote as follows to go tomorrow morning to

SH:7/ML/E/22/0034

to ‘Robert Parker Esquire solicitor, Halifax, Yorkshire, Angleterre’ – ‘Barèges. Tuesday 20 October 1838 – Sir – Having been some while absent from here, and your letter having waited my return, I did not receive it till last night – I am sorry to say, I must decline parting with my small lot of my Northgate ground on any terms whatever – we leave here tomorrow – I have desired my letters to be directed to Rue St. Victor n°27 Quartier de Jardin des Plantes, à Paris I am sir, etc.. etc. A. Lister’ – then wrote as under to ‘Messrs. Galignani Rue Vivienne, à Paris affranchie’ – ‘Mrs. Lister will be much obliged to Messrs. Galignani to keep her messengers for her till her return to Paris when she will be glad to receive whatever number may be due, and will pay up her subscription – Barèges. Tuesday night 20 October 1838’ – then till 5 35 (have sat up all the night) wrote out Sunday yesterday and today – went to call A- a few minutes before 6, and got into her warm bed and lay till 7 – then dressed –

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Part 8

Summary: The Pogues take JJ to the hospital. Afterword, JJ isn’t taking things all that serious.

Taglist:

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Part 7 Part 9

Note: Things get a little steamy towards the end so if you’re under 18 close your eyes!

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It felt like the world was crashing down on top of me. JJ was barely breathing, I was hysterically crying, and the others were still fighting with the Kooks. Kie coming to console me, Sarah screaming at her brother, my brother getting in Topper’s face, and Pope eyeing Kelce. I looked at Rafe with pure hatred, and the son of a bitch smirked at me.

Suddenly I was standing in front of Rafe, pushing Sarah out of the way. I didn’t even remember getting up. And I smacked him in the face so hard he fell to the ground. I used that to my advantage and kicked him in the side, his goons trying to come at me, but my brother and Pope kept them away from me.

“You-asshole-fuck-you” I said, kicking him again and again after every word.

He tried to grab at my leg, but I stepped on his hand hard. He screamed, pleading me to stop.

“Oh, you want me to stop Rafe?” I asked sarcastically. He whimpered on the ground and I smiled menacingly.

“That’s enough” Sarah said, trying to put a hand on my shoulder. I knocked her away from me, glaring holes into her.

“Fuck off Sarah go back to daddy if you can’t handle the fight,” I spat at her. I turned back to Rafe and kicked him hard in the face, blood gushing out of his nose.

“Sis, come on please, we have to get JJ to the hospital.” JB pleaded, pulling on my arm.

John B and Pope managed to get JJ into the van, his head laying on my lap. Kie and Pope riding in the back with me while my brother drove with Sarah in the passenger seat. I started to become hysterical again when JJ’s breathing became more erratic. He started wheezing, taking more shallow breaths.

“Birdie please hurry! H-he’s barely breathing!” I sobbed, my body shaking so hard it was making JJ’s head move with me.

“Pleas JJ, don’t leave me, please baby, please. We have to have our happy ending.” I cried, Kie and Pope stared at me, not knowing what to do to console me.

We finally pulled up to the ER, all of us piling out with Pope, John B, and I carrying a very unconscious JJ. The nurses rushed at us taking JJ on a gurney, and instructing us to stay put in the waiting room. I couldn’t sit still...I paced back and forth in the waiting room. My brother tried to get me to sit down and relax, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t sit idly while my JJ was in there. God knows what all those Kooks probably broke. His poor face mangled and his erratic breathing definitely meant a broken rib at least.

Kie and Pope’s parents came and made them go home. So left in the waiting room was my brother, Sarah, and I.

“He’s going to be fine,” John B said, coming to hug me. I broke down in my brother’s arms. He shushed me and rubbed my back, trying to calm me down.

“You didn't hear how he was breathing Birdie, I can’t lose him” I sobbed into his shoulder.

“We have all been in plenty of fights-” JB started.

“John B there were three of them punching and kicking him at the same time! All I could do was fucking sit there and watch! He got hurt because I was too weak fighting back!” I screamed, my brother hugged me tighter to him.

“I told him people like us don’t get happy endings..I said that to him right before the Kooks came. I said that fucked up shit right to his face JB.” I sobbed, my voice croaking from the amount of screaming that I’ve done in the past few hours.

“JJ Maybank?” a voice asked.

We turned and saw a doctor standing by the door, and rushed over immediately.

“He’s very lucky, he has a broken rib that almost punctured his lungs. We had to operate to move that part of his rib back down. I’d like for him to stay the night so we can observe him. He can go home tomorrow after we take another x-ray to make sure his rib hasn’t moved. You all may see him now.” the doctor said, leading us to his room.

We walked into his room and it took everything in me to not start crying again. His face was pretty much bandaged everywhere, hooked up to machines, and oxygen tubes in his nose. I walked over to the side of his bed that didn’t have all the machines, and pulled up a chair next to him.

“Hi honey bear,” I whispered squeezing his hand a little.

“I’m going to take Sarah home, call me when he’s being released and I’ll pick you up ok?” John B said, I nodded at him looking back at JJ.

I was in and out of sleep the whole night. I got paranoid anytime a machine beeped or a nurse came in to check his vitals. I tried to talk to him some, not knowing if he could hear me or not.

“I’m so sorry JJ, I feel like this is all my fault. From the Kooks and what we were arguing about beforehand. I hate myself for what I said and making you think for even a second you aren’t anything less than perfect for me. You have a heart of gold JJ Maybank. A heart of gold that’s mine and I fucked up. I said some really fucked up shit to you. I wish more than anything I could take it back.” I started, crying again putting my head down by his hand.

I felt something brush against my hair, I looked up and JJ was looking back at me. He was trying to lift his hand to my cheek, so I helped him the rest of the way. I held his hand there, tears still flowing down my face.

“None of this is-your fault-baby.” JJ rasped.

I got him a cup of water and held the straw for him. Now fully aware of himself, JJ cupped my face in his hands and pulled me down for a kiss. I pulled away, not wanting to hurt him, causing JJ to pout at me. I let out a watery laugh and gave in to his kiss.

“I know you did everything you could to help me.There was nothing anyone in that situation could have done better, you-” he said.

“I could have fought harder J, I-” I said firmly.

“You did everything you could baby, get this in your head now. Nothing was your fault. What happened to us is all on the Kooks, and they will pay for what they did.” JJ said, holding my face close to his.

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I helped JJ inside the chateau, laying him on my bed. I made sure he was properly elevated and had plenty of blankets.

“So all I have to do is get a broken rib to be treated like a king?” JJ teased.

“If you weren’t hurt Maybank, I’d hit you” I said, smiling at him.

“Does this mean I get to have a celebratory kegger for my gracious return?” he asked, smiling back at me.

“You are confined to that bed sir until I see fit” I said, raising a brow at him.

“I’m fine baby, I broke my rib not my whole body..my dad’s done worse to me,” he said nonchalantly.

“JJ stop it” I said, not wanting to hear about his dad beating him. I started to leave the room when his hand shot out grabbing mine.

“No baby, please stay I’m sorry” JJ said, grunting at his movements.

I laid in bed with him until we both fell asleep. Waking up to the front door shutting. My brother came in my room, seeing both of us were up.

“I say we have a kegger in honor of you J” John B said.

“Absolutely not!” I said.

“Hell yeah that’s my boy!” JJ said, getting up to hug my brother.

“This is definitely not a good idea..” I said.

“I’ve already got it filled and ready to go” my brother smirked. I glared at him, this was not something to celebrate.

“You do realize you could have fucking died right JJ?” I asked starting to become angrier by the second. “The doctor said your rib was so fucked it almost punctured your lung. How is going and getting black out drunk evenly remotely smart? Go on, I’ll wait.” I said leaning against my desk.

Both boys stared at me, my brother looking extremely uncomfortable with the situation, and JJ looking at my brother for help.

“Sweetheart-” JJ started.

“I don’t agree with this at all. I just spent the last 24 hours worried as fuck if you were even going to make it out of that operating room JJ. I’m not going to watch you hurt yourself more. You know what? I can’t be here right now. I’m leaving, to where, I don’t know. I can’t stand to look at either of you right now.” I stomped out of my room. I grabbed my bag and the keys to the van. They can find their own fucking ride since they want to do dumb shit. And my luck would have it that Sarah fucking Cameron was sitting on my porch.

“Hey,” she said. I looked at her confused. “Um, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I-” she started.

“I can’t do this right now Sarah, I’m not in the head space to have a civil conversation right now. Can we talk later?” I wanted to give her a chance after she stood up to her brother for us.

“Uh yeah, sure” she said.

The screen door slammed shut behind me, I heard someone following me and I turned to see JJ stalking up to me.

“Didn’t I just say I didn’t want to talk to you? I feel like I made that pretty clear Maybank.” I said still making my way towards the van.

“And when do I ever listen to you sweets?” JJ asked. I could feel even with my back turned to him that he was smiling at me. I rolled my eyes getting into the van with JJ following suit.

I drove with no destination in mind, but somehow ended up at the beach. Something about the ocean has always calmed me. The waves crashing on the shore lull me into a calm state. If I could, I’d build a house right by the ocean. Feeling the sand between my toes, and the smell of ocean water being a constant every moment. I got out of the van grabbing my beach bag, surf board, and stuffing some of JJ’s things into my bag. JJ grabbed his board and we made our way down to the ocean.

I laid out an old bed sheet, using some of our things to keep it in place since it was a little windy. I shed my clothes leaving me in my bathing suit, I could feel JJ watching me. I made a little show of it to get back at him.

“You aren’t playing fair baby,” JJ said I could feel his gaze burning into every inch of my body.

“I’m not doing anything honey bear,” I said bending down to take my shorts off.

In the next instance JJ grabbed my jaw right above my neck and yanked me to him. I smirked at him knowing I got to him.

“You better quit the bullshit baby, or all these people will see you with a tan hide when I’m done with you.” JJ said through gritted teeth.

I pushed him away and made a show of picking up my surf board and ran out to the ocean before JJ could catch me. I plunged myself into the first wave I hit coming up and paddling out to where the bigger waves would be. I sat up on my board looking out at the ocean wishing I could stay like this forever. I felt a splash next to me and saw JJ coming up next to me. I saw the bruises on his body and it broke my heart. The pain this boy has been through from his dad, and now from me, it tore me apart. I felt like those marks on him were my fault. I looked away from him.

“Baby-” JJ started. I ignored him and went after the upcoming wave. It was a big one, and I was a little nervous going to it. “Baby, please be careful!” JJ yelled. Knowing I’m not a fan of the bigger waves, but I was acting on impulse.

I started off on a good note, gliding back and forth. Then my foot slipped and I went sailing. I crashed into the ocean rolling deeper into the blue abyss. I felt arms come up under my armpits, pulling me to the surface. I came up coughing due to the water surging up my nose. Still being caught in the wave, I felt myself being pulled further out to not be right in the crash zone.

“You scared the shit out of me!” JJ yelled pushing his hair back out of his face.

“You act like that was my first wipe out J” I rolled my eyes at him, swimming to grab my board.

“Can we please talk about this babe, stop running from me!” JJ pulled himself back on his board following me back to the shore.

“I don’t know what else there is to talk about JJ! I told you how I felt about this fucking thing and I know you are still going to do it because you’re a fucking idiot!” I yelled throwing my board down by our stuff.

“You are making a bigger deal of this than it actually is sweets.” JJ said.

“What because I care about you? JJ I watched them beat you to a pulp! I-” I started.

“I KNOW I WAS FUCKING THERE I FELT THAT SHIT DAMMIT!” JJ screamed at me, my eyes widening. “I..I thought I was going to die last night. I could feel my breathing becoming harder and harder. I am not going to live life in constant fear anymore. This is the only life we have, and I want to have fun.” JJ said staring into my eyes.

I looked down at my feet, not being able to handle his intense gaze.

“Alright J, let’s party” I said smiling at him.

JJ picked me up, spinning me around in his arms. I giggled at him holding his face in my hands. He put me down, his arms still around me. He smiled, putting his hands on my cheeks leaning down to kiss me. I kissed him back, throwing my arms around him. He touched his tongue to mine, and I moaned in response. His hands roamed around my back just as mine did his. I grasped at his sides as his hand came closer to my breast just resting on the side of it. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple through my bathing suit, I gasped into his mouth loving the feeling. He suddenly pulled away and I pouted at him. He smirked at me leaning down towards me again.

“Later, I promise” he whispered against my lips. I leaned towards his ear brushing my lips against it.

“You better hold yourself to that Maybank” I whispered into his ear nibbling on it. He grunted, squeezing my hips.

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flora-jimin · 4 years

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Those Long Nights (1/2)

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Relationship: Hoseok x OFC, Endgame Min Yoonji x Hoseok

WC:2.7k

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut (in ch 2)

Tags: College Au, Fem!Yoongi, Breakups, Pining

TW: Breakups, Relationship Anxieties

A/N: Lordy it’s been forever since I posted a BTS work. I probably got quietly booted from my nets pls lmk if I did I’m sorry yeet but I’m back this one one has been sitting in the drafts forver, so I hope you all enjoy the first chapter.

Chapter 2

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“One, two, three-”

“Oh, sorry, sorry I went the wrong way. Can we start from the top again?”

A sigh.

“Yeah. One more time from the beginning, Hobi. One, two, three four, step, turn, st-” There was a series of noises, and the other members of the BTS dance squad looked up, cringing as Yoonji and Hoseok nearly fell over one another. The short woman paused, taking a long, collecting breath so she wouldn’t flip her lid before she looked up at Hoseok, cat-like eyes narrowed.

“Jung Hoseok.” Her jaw ticked in annoyance as she locked him down with her gaze, crossing her hands over her chest as he shrunk back, eyes fixed at his feet.

“I-I’m sorry, guys, I guess I’m not feeling too hot today.” He admitted, scratching the back of his head. He glanced at his phone after taking a long swig of water from his bottle, his lips pulling into a tight line before a frustrated sigh left his lips.

“I think I’m gonna head home. I’m sorry for fucking up the Run, I’ll try not to be so distracted next time. Don’t worry, I should have something for BTS at the next Run, alright? I’ll be leaving first.” He apologized, bowing low to his best friends as he ducked out of the room before any of them could stop him.

BTS, or Beyond the Scene, was the top dance crew at the Bighit School of the Performing Arts.

The six-man, one-woman group had near-perfect synergy with one another, playing off of each other's strengths and specialties to put on breathtaking performances. They often held “Run” practices, where Hoseok-the primary brain behind their choreography-would try and make up bits and pieces with Yoonji-who also came up with a lot of the concepts behind their routines- often producing music for the seven to dance to.

Until recently, everything had always gone smoothly at BTS Runs, but lately, Hoseok had been getting distracted and it was beginning to show with his lack of focus during his dancing.

Yoonji crossed her arms, shaking her head as she watched Hoseok’s brunette head disappear down the crowded halls.

“So...My money’s on the girlfriend.” Jin was the first to speak after a minute or two of awkward silence, stretching his arms over his head. Namjoon frowned, elbowing him in the side lightly.

He arched a brow.

“What? You know I’m right.” He huffed as Jimin hummed in agreement from his spot on the floor, his head resting in Jungkook’s lap as the two Busan boys rested nearby. Taehyung, who was lying sprawled out on the floor like a starfish, lifted his head, lightly wiggling the tips of his feet.

“I thought he really liked her? What was her name again?” He inquired.

“Kim Yoon Seo.” Yoonji answered, stepping over his legs as she moved to her duffle bag, grabbing a sports drink to quench her thirst. There was a mumble amongst the boys, as the name did ring a bell.

Kim Yoon Seo was one of their underclassmen, being in the same year as Taehyung and Jungkook. Her and Hoseok had started dating a few months ago-munch to Yoonji’s displeasure, though she would never admit it to anyone-and the two had been close ever since.

Or, that’s what it looked like at first.

“So...who’s gonna be the one to actually drag him by the heart-shaped ear and make him spill the beans? We can’t keep letting him pretend he’s okay when we all know he’s not.” Jungkook sighed, his fingers idly running through Jimin’s bubblegum pink hair.

There was a silence that stretched in the room, the only sound really being the crinkle of Yoonji’s drink bottle as she finished downing it, wiping her lips. She noticed the silence and looked over her shoulder, finding five pairs of eyes locked on her form.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Why do I have to be the one? You all know I’m not exactly good with my words and this is clearly a sensitive matter.” She put a hand on her hip, pointing at Namjoon.

“You’re the leader, Joon. Why can’t you do it?” She huffed. Namjoon scratched his head.

“Well, you guys technically nominated me as the leader because Jin and Hobi hyung didn’t want all of the “not fun” responsibilities and you didn’t want to be the one that had to, and I quote: “Keep you group of idiots in line 24/7”. Besides, you live right next to him. You two even come to school together.”

Yoonji clicked her tongue in annoyance before she sighed and nodded.

“Fine. I’ll do my best, but I won’t promise you anything.” She picked her duffle bag up and the boys all got on their feet as well. Jin clapped her on the shoulder, smiling wide at her as they filed out of the room.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Yoon. You may not be the gentlest person with your words, but you still go above and beyond to help and that’s what counts. We don’t call you ‘Suga’ for nothing.” He beamed.

“You call me Suga because I told you to.” She reminded him, arching a brow. Jin tipped his head back, laughing joyously as he walked out of the room.

“Details, details.”

-Later-

Yoonji smiled as she dropped her duffle bag to the floor once she closed the door to her apartment, listening to the sound of claws on tile as her dog Min Holly came scurrying across the apartment to happily yip and bark at her feet.

She toed her shoes off, striding into her home, turning on lights as she went, all while Holly followed close behind, making a point to nudge her calves with every other step.

“I don’t know whether you’re happy to see me because you love me or because I give you food.” The Daegu dancer quipped, a small, knowing smirk coming to her face when Holly’s ears went up at the word ‘food’. She made her way to the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet to pull out a little cookie-shaped plastic container. Holly yipped, bouncing up and down as he watched his owner like a hawk.

He sat, he jumped, he walked in a circle, all to get Yoonji to move faster.

Yoonji knelt down, shaking the cookie-shaped container.

“Well, Holly-ya? Do you want Shooky to give you dinner?” She cooed, shaking ‘Shooky’ around so Holly knew there was food inside. He sat down obediently, pawing at Shooky’s head before letting out a small bark before waiting.

Satisfied, Yoonji screwed off the cap, pouring some food into Holly’s bowl before putting Shooky back into the cabinet, leaving her beloved dog to eat in peace.

She sat down heavily on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, chewing on her thumbnail as she tried to think of how to approach Hobi. It was never a problem before with her bringing up concerns to him, as all of BTS were very close friends. They all cared deeply for each other.

In Yoonji’s case, she cared a bit too deeply for Hoseok.

She wasn’t sure when exactly she started seeing one of her best friends as more than that, but it was the very reason she couldn’t bring herself to stop Hoseok from dating Yoon Seo when he came to their group one practice, ecstatic because the girl confessed to him one spring day. Yoonji had bit back a protest with a fake smile, ignoring the concerned looks from the other BTS dancers.

Apparently the other five had caught onto her growing feelings for their lead dancer before she even realized them.

Her train of thought was cut off by Holly bounding into the living room, barking excitedly before looking at the door that led to the balcony. She stood, her socks sinking into the plush carpet under her feet as she made her way to the door, sliding it open to stick her head outside.

She could hear the sound of sniffling and shaky breathing and her heart dropped, stepping fully into the night, looking to the left.

Sure enough, Hoseok’s curled up form was on the balcony right beside hers as he tried to keep the sound of his weak sobs to a minimum. Yoonji closed the door to her balcony, taking a couple of long strides to lean on the edge of her balcony.

“Hobi…?”

He startled, jolting and nearly throwing his phone across his own balcony. Hoseok looked up, wiping his eyes furiously to try to fruitlessly cover up the fact that he was crying.

“Aigoo! Yoongs I told you about sneaking up on me!” He scolded her half-heartedly, putting a hand over his heart. She frowned, studying his face quietly.

His nose and cheeks were cherry red and his eyes were puffy. The way he held his phone was a near white-knuckled grip and refused to meet her gaze broke her heart.

“Hobi, we need to talk.”

“I’m fine, Noona, it’s nothing-”

“Hoseok. You’re messing up more than normal during our Runs, you won’t eat with us after practice, and now you’re crying on your balcony at 9 at night. Don’t you dare stand there and tell me you’re fine.” She scolded him fiercely, her eyes narrowing in such a way that made a shiver run down Hoseok’s spine. He looked down like a child that had gotten in trouble, idly rubbing his thumbs over the screen of his phone. Yoonji knew he was trying to find the words, so she waited, watching him like a hawk.

“Can...Can I come over and sit down to talk?”

Yoonji closed her eyes and exhaled for a moment before she nodded, pushing herself off of the railing.

“I’ll put some tea on and order some takeout.” was all she said before she left him be, walking back into her home. After she slid the glass door to the balcony closed, she leaned on it, running a hand down her face. She had no idea what was going on, but if Yoon Seo had done something to hurt Hoseok-

Yoonji let out a frustrated sigh, going back into the kitchen to put a pot of water to boil as she dialed a nearby restaurant to order chicken and lamb skewers. She moved to her cabinet, taking out two mugs from the colorful set she owned.

There was one for every member of BTS and an extra for Namjoon’s twin sister, Kim Amy. The young girl had the set made for the group as a present when they started their group and Yoonji had decided to hold onto it since she cooked a lot of meals for the boys when they decided to celebrate at home.

Yoonji had been so fond of her character ‘Shooky’, that she had some other dishes custom made with his smiling mischievous face on it. She grabbed her mug and the purple and blue horse one beside it. That one was Mang, Hoseok’s character.

She set the mugs down beside each other, settling a raspberry tea bag in each one. Her front door opened from somewhere behind her and she didn’t bat a lash. Hoseok had the key to her apartment and vice versa.

“Hey, Holly. You look so cute today, as always.” Hobi cooed, scratching the poodle behind the ears before he moved to sit at the dining room table.

“I’m here, Noona.”

Yoonji took a collecting breath, putting his mug in front of him before she set hers down on the other side of the table, sitting so she could look him in the eyes. He bowed slightly to thank her, moving his nervous hands to wrap around the mug, leaving his phone face down.

Yoonji studied him for a moment.

Hoseok often had trouble sitting still, but when he was upset, he always needed his hands to be busy or he’d breakdown. She let him fidget with the mug for a minute or so before she spoke.

“Okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Its….i-its Yoon Seo.” He sighed, shoulders slumping. Yoonji bit back the sly ‘no shit’ that was on the edge of her tongue, instead choosing to nod once to let him know she was listening and waiting for him to continue.

“Lately, she’s been pulling away from me. Spending less time with me, giving me less...attention…” He trailed off, and Yoonji could swear she watched him deflate as he muttered the last word.

“Aish, this is foolish. I sound like a loser-”

“Hoseok, if it’s bothering you, it’s not foolish to me. Tell me everything.” She pressed, reaching over to gently pat the top of his hands. He let out a shaky sigh, biting his lip.

“She doesn’t seem to want to do anything together anymore. I know she’s busy practicing and honestly so are we, so shouldn’t that make our free time more precious? She’ll go for hours ignoring me, but talk in the group chat with the other dancers. I just wish she would talk to me, y’know? If she needs space, I’ll give it to her. If she wants to spend extra time with her friends and family, obviously she has every right to but I...I don’t like being kept in the dark like this. Even when she does talk to me, she’s distracted or she seems annoyed with me even being there and I don’t know what to do.” Yoonji felt her lips part in a frown as tears welled up in Hoseok’s eyes.

“I feel like such a loser for being so sensitive. I probably sound like some attention hogging weirdo, don’t I?” He huffed out a humorless laugh, running his hand through his hair, pulling at the brunette locks. Yoonji stood and swatted his arm lightly to make him let go, frowning down at his sitting form.

“Hoseok, you’re her boyfriend. You have every right to want her to give you some more attention. If she’s making you feel like you’re a bother on her for wanting that much, she’s doing something wrong. Have you told her about how you feel?” She inquired, rubbing his shoulders for a moment before she went to take the boiling water off the stove. Hoseok sighed.

“I did. She said she didn’t know what I was talking about and that nothing had changed so I kind of...closed up after that. I started worrying about whether or not it really was my fault. Now I just...I don’t know. I feel like I’m going crazy.” The dancer admitted as Yoonji poured the water into both his and her mugs. Hoseok watched the magenta color bleed out off the tea bag, smiling as the raspberry scent wafted up into his nose.

Yoonji excused herself long enough to grab their takeout once the doorbell rang, hastily shoving a few large bills at the deliveryman and insisting that he keep the change so she could return to Hoseok.

Once the plates were served and the tea was diffused, the conversation died, with Hoseok momentarily forgetting his troubles as he ate happily. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, smiling slightly when she saw him relax for the first time since she found him on the balcony.

-Later-

“If you want me to talk to her, I will.” Yoonji’s quiet offer was almost too quiet for Hoseok to hear as the duo washed out their plates and mugs. His hands froze in the soapy water, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

“R-Really? You’ll talk to Yoon Seo for me?” He perked, smiling so wide she could see one of his little dimples. Her heart stuttered and she looked away, drying her hands off with some paper towels.

It made her heart sink into her shoes at the hopeful look in his eyes, but she nodded, regardless.

The happiness and wellbeing of your best friend comes before your pining, Min Yoonji. Remember that.

She smiled despite the pang of hurt in her heart and put a damp hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah. I’ll do it, no problem.”

Hoseok grinned wildly and pulled her into a hug, drawing a small, startled gasp from her as he spun her lightly.

“Thank you so much. I love you so much, noona!” He beamed. Yoonji bit her lip and pet his head lightly, standing on her tiptoes to fully reciprocate the hug.

“Yeah...I love you too, Hobi.”

#fie writes #kwritersworldnet #kpopuniversenet #bangtanarmynet #bangtanhq #btswriterscollective #hngh its been forever idk if im still under a hiatus with the nets or kicked but uh *shy shuffling* hi?#min yoonji fic #jung hoseok fic #member x member #hoseok x yoonji #sope #fem!min yoongi #min yoonji

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jennycalendar · 4 years

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@angelinthefire and a very nice anon asked about my calendiles playlist, so here it is! i put some feels-specific lyrics under the cut because every song on this playlist has a very different giles/jenny vibe (except for the bay city rollers cover of i only want to be with you, which i really only put on because i take one line from one episode as rupert giles gospel).

i posted a version of this about two years ago, but. it’s been a while since then. now: thirty songs, nearly two hours, AND over the last five-ish years, i have organized this thing so that the mood loosely follows the canon trajectory of giles and jenny’s relationship!

(PLEASE talk to me about this playlist you will make my DAY. or give me song recs! that is welcome as well!)

1. friday i’m in love (the cure)

i don’t care if monday’s blue / tuesday’s grey and wednesday too / thursday i don’t care about you / it’s friday i’m in love

2. there she goes (the la’s)

there she goes / there she goes again / and i just can’t contain / this feeling that remains

3. she’s so high (tal bachman)

first class and fancy-free / she’s high society / she’s got the best of everything / what could a guy like me ever really offer?

4. would you be so kind (dodie)

oh, would you be so kind / as to fall in love with me? you see i’m trying / i know you know that i like you / but that’s not enough, so if you will / please fall in love

5. stop desire (tegan and sara)

i can’t deny, i’m begging for attention / dropping hints, hoping for some tension / getting tired of making all this racket / waiting on you to get your ass in gear

6. i won’t say i’m in love (hercules)

who’d you think you’re kidding? / he’s the earth and heaven to you / try to keep it hidden / honey, we can see right through you

7. accidentally in love (counting crows)

how much longer will it take to cure this? / just to cure it ‘cause i can’t ignore it if it’s love

8. i only want to be with you (bay city rollers)

‘cause you’ve started somethin’, can’t you see / that ever since we met, you’ve had a hold on me?

9. must have done something right (relient k)

we should get jerseys / ‘cause we make a good team / but yours would look better than mine / ‘cause you’re out of my league

10. give your heart a break (demi lovato)

the day i first met you / you told me you never fall in love / but now that i get you / i know fear is what it really was

11. jackie and wilson (hozier)

she blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild / laughing away through my feeble disguise / no other version of me i’d rather be tonight / and lord, she found me just in time

12. collide (howie day)

i’m open, you’re closed / where i’ll follow, you’ll go / i worry i won’t see your face / light up again

13. louisa (lord huron)

do you know what loneliness does to a man? / turn him into the walking dead / i may have died, but your lovin’ raised me

14. manchester (kishi bashi)

oh hello / will you be mine? / i haven’t felt this alive in a long time

15. love don’t come easy (the moody blues)

but then again / i don’t think i’ve ever looked / had the time to spare / the will to share with you

16. between my teeth (orla gartland)

you need me, i don’t need you / just admit it / admit it / oh, i’m too broken to fix you too / i admit it / i admit it

17. i couldn’t be your friend (tegan and sara)

now you wanna say i was a liar / led you astray, i won’t deny it / i did what they thought would be good for me

18. supercut (lorde)

and in my head / the visions never stop / these ribbons wrap me up / but when i reach for you / there’s just a supercut

19. fuel on the fire (bear’s den)

there’s a demon in the server / and histories we cannot erase / you’re so close and so far away / you’re so close now

20. s.o.s (abba)

where are those happy days / they seem so hard to find / i try to reach for you / but you have closed your mind

21. the story of us (taylor swift)

oh, a simple complication / miscommunications lead to fallout / so many things that i wish you knew / so many walls up, i can’t break through

22. she lit a fire (lord huron)

i have been trying to find her, wanna give all i’ve got / she lit a fire and now she’s in my every thought

23. agape (bear’s den)

so tell me how long, love, before you go / and leave me here on my own / i know it / i don’t wanna know who i am without you

24. i’ll be waiting (adele)

please forgive me for my sins / yes, i swam dirty waters, but you pushed me in

25. breakfast at tiffany’s (deep blue something)

i see you, the only one who knew me / but now your eyes see through me / i guess i was wrong

26. all this and heaven too (florence + the machine)

but for all my education, i can’t seem to command it / and words are all escaping and coming back all damaged / and i would put them back in poetry if i only knew how / i can’t seem to understand it

27. fidelity (regina spektor)

i never loved nobody fully / always one foot on the ground / and by protecting my heart truly / i got lost in the sounds

28. the night we met (lord huron)

i had all and then most of you / some and now none of you / take me back to the night we met

29. vanilla twilight (owl city)

i’ll watch the night turn light blue / but it’s not the same without you / because it takes two to whisper quietly

29. world spins madly on (the weepies)

and everything that i said i’d do / like make the world brand new / and take the time for you / i just got lost / and slept right through the dawn / and the world spins madly on

30. i will follow you into the dark (death cab for cutie)

no blinding light / or tunnels to gates of white / just our hands clasped so tight / waiting for the hint of a spark

#my stuff #calendiles #rupert giles #jenny calendar #committed to job meets commitment issues #god this is . this is so long . almost two hours of calendiles inspired music took forever to format

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Hot as Hell and No A/C, Chapter 5 (Branjie) - Blackhighheels

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Five

Jose tilts his head back and lets the warm water wash over his face and hair, rinsing the shampoo off. For the last six days his showers have become progressively longer, but they help him relax. He gets in, lets the warm water fall down on him as he jerks off, then washes his body and his hair. He stays in the shower until the water turns cold. It’s not a morning ritual he had before, but definitely one he started after spending the night sleeping with Brock in his arms. Waiting until night falls to give into his fantasies isn’t enough anymore.

When Brock had rested his head on his shoulder, already half-asleep, Jose thought he’d have a heart attack. Never had anything felt as right as this move and he hadn’t been able to stop himself from pulling Brock closer.

Brock was exhausted, that much had been clear from the first moment he saw him and during their talks he had admitted that he rarely slept through the night.

But Brock had slept through the night, right there in his arms.

It had given Jose the opportunity to run his hands over his back and through his hair. Whenever Brock had started to fidget, he pulled him closer or placed a soft kiss on his forehead. Jose had been able to shower him with tenderness that night, all the hugs and touches and kisses that Brock would never accept if he was awake.

It wasn’t even sexual, Jose hadn’t molested him or anything. It was only now, later, when Brock was long gone and Jose was left with the memories of how his body had felt under his fingers, how his weight had pressed him into the cushions and how he had been able to get lost in the scent of him the whole night, that he got aroused by the memories.

They’ve hung out since and still stack the shelves together every night, but Brock hasn’t come over since. Jose knows something must have happened when he came home, but Brock doesn’t say and he doesn’t want to ask.

Just a couple of hours, sometimes even just minutes with Brock is better than nothing at all and Jose reminds himself again to treasure the time they have. Because there’s only two more days and then Jose is going back to Los Angeles.

Jose always falls fast and hard, but he’s never fallen as fast or as hard for anyone as he has for Brock. If things were different, if they’d only stood a little chance, he’d gladly spend the rest of his days travelling out to this hell hole every chance he got to see his man and be with him. If he could be with Brock, he’d be willing to pretend, to hide and go back in the closet as long as he was in town. Brock is worth everything.

It’s madness to think it or say it after six weeks of platonic friendship, but Jose knows he is in love with him.

Just… there is no chance for them, no loophole or way. It isn’t only that Brock’s family and this shitty town could never accept that Brock is gay. Brock also isn’t really accepting the fact and still feels shame and the wrath of some scary god. That’s not something Jose can change. If he talks him into anything, Brock will reject him for it one day.

Jose loves him, but it means letting him go and letting him make his own decisions. If Brock ever comes out and if he ever wants to live his truth, Jose will make sure before he leaves that Brock knows where to find him.

Until then he can fight his longing by jerking off to phantasies, grasp at every second of friendship he can get and prepare himself for the inevitable goodbye.

Jose hopes that things will get easier once he’s gone from this god forsaken town and this fucking heat.

***

”Hey, stop it, idiot!” Brock laughs and pushes the package of beef jerky back onto the shelf. Each time they have to re-stock the beef-jerky, Jose takes the whole packages and throws them in the bin, a mischievous grin on his face the whole time. Brock knows already how this argument will go, they’ve been around that tree a couple of times.

”This is disgusting! It should be forbidden! Banned! Outlawed! This is against the PETA- constitution of rights!” Jose declares and grasps for the package again.

”You don’t have to eat it. But not everyone is a vegetarian,” Brock points out.

”Pescatarian, bitch!” The sassy looks Jose gives him over his shoulder gives Brock time to push the package back onto the shelf.

”Sit! Behave!” he tells him and knows that’s just what Jose has been waiting for. He grabs a can of soda and sits down on the chair, watching as Brock puts the last two boxes on the shelf. When he’s done, Jose has a cold drink ready for him too. ”So, did Thackery finally tell you where he put your earring?”

”Yes, the little fucker did! I found it in his bed under his pillow.”

”He has a bed? And a pillow?” Brock chuckles.

”Of course! A little kitty bed and a little kitty pillow. He naps on it during the day and then shares my bed at night. He loves to cuddle.”

”You let the cat sleep in your bed?”

”Hey, don’t tell me you don’t do it! The way you talking about that kitten of yours, I’m sure he’s no stranger to your bed either.”

”Only when it was too cold for him to sleep outside in the barn,” Brock admits reluctantly and also lies a bit.

”Haha! I knew it! Sucker!” Jose guffaws and slaps Brock’s thigh. Brock laughs with him.

”Uncle Brock! Uncle Brock!” Rachel suddenly bursts into the store through the back entrance and Brock jumps up in blind panic. This is it. He’s been caught.

”Rachel what is it?” Jose speaks up when Brock can’t find his voice to ask and just opens and closes his mouth like a fish.

”Momma is having the baby and she needs you to drive her to the hospital. Like now!” Rachel yells excitedly.

”My car’s still broken,” is all Brock can come up with.

”That’s why momma says to ask Vanjie if he’ll drive us, dummy,” Rachel rolls her eyes like it’s the most obvious thing.

”Sure, come on,” Jose gets up and quickly gathers his things. It gives Brock a moment to collect himself, while Rachel has run off as soon as Jose agreed.

”You’re here because you needed cat food, right?” Brock whispers as he locks the store.

”Yes. It’s a real great ass alibi. Don’t worry.” He reassures him. Ada and Rachel are already waiting by the car and the girl helps her mother in when Jose unlocks it.

”Who’s gonna watch the other kiddos?” Jose asks Brock.

”Rachel. She’s gonna stay here.”

”But she’s just a baby herself.”

”She’s used to it and I guess they’re all asleep. Dance is really the only time she gets for herself. Ada needs her help. There’s just too many of them.” Brock climbs into the passenger’s side. ”Hey, sis. Ready to become a mommy?” he asks her.

”Again,” she smiles a pained smile.

”Again. It’s still a bit early huh?”

”Just two weeks. I’m glad once it’s over. Bedrest isn’t for me.” She says as Jose slowly pulls out onto the street. ”Thank you for driving us, Jose. I wanted Brock to call you, but Rachel said you’re parked outside anyway.”

”Yeah, I needed some cat food for my little man Thackery. I’m still not used to shops not being open 24/7, ya know?” Jose is perfectly innocent and Brock relaxes a bit when he sees the performance.

”Thank god, for your cat. I think this will be a quick one.” Ada groans a moment later and Jose glances at Brock with panic in his eyes.

”Mami, you better not have that kiddo in my car. Porsche doesn’t have the same ring to it as Ferrari or Bentley for a name,” Jose says and manages to make even the woman in labor laugh.

***

The birth isn’t as quick as Ada hoped. Shortly before noon Vanjie decides to drive home to get some fresh clothes and shower, but also to get some food for Brock and himself. Ada asks him to check if the kids are at school.

Brock knows that Jose would never say no to the requests, but also reminds him before he leaves, that he shouldn’t feel obligated.

For the next coupe of hours Brock stays with his sister and keeps her husband up to date on the progress.

”Hey there Miss Ada,” Jose is back around three in the afternoon and leans against the doorway with a sheepish smile.

”Hey,” Ada smiles weakly. She’s exhausted and barely got any sleep since last night. ”Come in.”

”Ya sure? Don’t wanna see no parts your husband will beat me up for,” Jose jokes but slowly walks in.

”All covered,” she reassures him. ”Everything alright at home?”

”Yeah, Rachel got them all to school and I talked to the neighbor like you said and she keeps them fed and watered until you’re back.”

”Thank you so much,” Ada smiles and takes Jose’s hand. ”Why don’t ya take my little brother here for a walk and get something to eat? They gonna check on me in a couple of minutes anyway.”

Jose looks questioningly at Brock. ”Let’s go Uncle B?”

”Yeah, let’s go,” Brock realises how long he sat in that chair when he gets up and has to stretch to make his arms and legs function again. ”You call me when you need me, ok?” he tells his sister and follows Jose outside.

”Brought you some food, but I didn’t wanna bring it into the room. Wasn’t sure if she’s allowed to eat.” Jose picks up a large paper back that smells suspiciously like Asian food.

”Thank you.” He simply tells him once more. They find a spot at a table outside and Jose finds the stir fried rice and duck Jose has brought for him.

”How much longer do ya think it’ll take?” Jose asks him over a fork full of rice and prawns.

”I don’t know. One can’t really predict these things. She’s nearly fully dilated though, so it shouldn’t be much longer.”

”Child, I didn’t need that kinda picture in my head about ya sister’s private parts.” Jose actually shudders which makes Brock laugh. ”You ever watched it, ya know, when your little nieces and nephews were born?”

”I was in the delivery room with her twice so far, but I always kept my eyes above the shoulders, if that’s what you want to know.” Brock chuckles.

”Her husband still on the road?”

”Yeah, he’s on his way back now, but it’ll take him a couple of days.”

”That’s good. She needs some help with the kids and the store.”

”Hey, she seems to put you to work now too. Wait, you’ll be slaving away at the store in no time,” Brock laughs and tries to imagine Vanjie behind the counter of the store, dealing with the people of the town on the regular.

”I’d even volunteer, but, ya know, I’m leaving tomorrow in the early morning. Gotta go back to L.A.”

Brock feels like the ground has been ripped from underneath his feet. ”Tomorrow?” he croaks and the hand that hols his fork drops to the table.

”Yeah, my time’s up. Workshop is over.” Jose shrugs, but his eyes are sad.

”I didn’t think… I didn’t realise it’s already been this long.”

”I know, me neither,” Jose gives him a shaky smile. ”Ya now, you got my number. If you ever… wanna come and visit or talk or… please call.” Brock can only nod, because he’d burst into tears if he spoke. ”Imma miss you.” Jose adds and cover’s Brock’s hand with his. Brock nods again.

Their eyes meet and the looks between them say more than Brock ever could. There’s an understanding, an awareness of the situation, of the things said and the things unspoken.

Brock slowly pulls his hand away, scared that someone mights see. ”We should finish eating and then get back.” He’s not hungry anymore, but it gives him something to focus on, other than trying not to fall apart.

”That little sucker better hurry up, ‘cause I wanna meet them before I leave,” Jose tries to joke again, but it falls flat, neither laughs or even smiles.

***

When they get back, they are informed that things have progressed rather quickly and that even though they were just gone for an hour, the new addition to the family is already here.

”Go in, go meet them!” Jose is excited and pushes Brock towards the door.

”Hey Ada, can I come in?” he asks after knocking and finds his sister sitting in bed with her baby in her arms.

”Of course. Sorry, I didn’t call. Suddenly he couldn’t wait anymore. Where’s Vanjie?” she asks.

”Here,” Jose head pops up behind Brock, who is still standing in the open door.

”Come here. Meet Noah,” she smiles at Jose, who hurries past Brock to get a closer look at the baby.

”Aw, Brock! Look! Look! He’s so cute! And you named him Noah. That’s like the best name!” Jose gushes and wipes away a tear.

”You’re a fan of the ark story as well?” Ada smiles.

”More of the Notebook story,” Jose chuckles and Brock realises he must be talking about another movie.

”You wanna hold him?”

”Me?” Jose squeaks and makes them laugh. ”I can’t. Never held a baby in my life. I’d squish him.”

”You’re gonna be just fine,” Ada tells him and slowly places the baby in his arms. Jose holds little Noah like a bomb and Brock reaches over to quickly adjust his hold on him.

”You gotta pay attention to the head. They can’t hold it on their own yet,” He tells him and looks down at his newest nephew. ”He looks like Rachel when she was born.”

”Yeah he does,” Ada agrees with him.

Jose slowly relaxes and when he turns his head, looks over his shoulder up at Brock and their eyes meet, there’s a large smile on his face.

”I’m holding a baby!” he proclaims proudly and seems to grow a couple of inches right in front of Brock’s eyes. He’s so proud of his achievement and it’s the cutest thing Brock has ever seen, not even his new-born nephew comes close.

”I can see that,” Brock beams back at him. God, he loves him.

He loves him.

He’s in love with him, Brock realises as they smile at each other, Noah nestled safely in Jose’s arms.

”He must like you. He’s asleep,” Ada brings them back to reality, like Brock’s big epiphany didn’t just rock his word. He, Brock, is in love with Jose. This is not about attraction or a flirt. This is love.

”Then I better hand him back to ya before he gets too attached,” Jose smiles and gives the baby back to Ada. ”So, y’all… I gotta go. I still have to pack and clean and shit. Get some sleep. I’m leaving tonight or early morning.”

”Oh that’s too bad. You’re coming back next year?” Ada asks him.

”Nah, Jason’s back is better and he cashed his cheque with me. Who knows what Imma do next year this time.”

”Rachel will miss ya.”

”She’s got my number, she can call, you can all call and visit. Don’t forget me, Miss Ada,” Jose says and gives her a careful hug.

”How could we?” Ada replies.

”Brock you wanna ride back with me?”

Brock absolutely wants to, but after his big revelation it’s better if he’s not alone again with Jose. He doesn’t know what he would say or do and the fact still stands that Jose is leaving and not coming back.

”My parents are on their way here and I’ll ride back with them. Thanks for the offer though,” he declines, even though it’s killing him.

”Ok then,” Jose looks disappointed, but still smiles. ”Gimme a hug, big guy.”

When Brock does, he is aware that his sister is watching them. While Jose hold him tightly, he tries to keep some semblance of it being just a friendly hug goodbye. It doesn’t matter that he never wants to let him go. ”Take care of yourself, boo. Eat, sleep, don’t let them get to ya. You’re right the way god made you and don’t let anyone tell ya anything else,” Jose whispers in his ear.

”You too. Drive safely, Jose.” Jose’s lips brush softly and discreetly against Brock’s cheek as they break apart.

When Jose walks out of the room with one last small wave, Brock bites his lip and prays he can keep the tears at bay until he’s alone.

***

”Brock?” His sister snaps him out of his daze. He’s still staring at the closed door, unable to move. All he can focus on is breathing.

”Mmh?” he makes without turning around. How would he explain being this upset over Rachel’s dance teacher leaving? A man he pretends he barely knows.

”Come here,” Ada tells him quietly and holds out her hand, while she holds Noah with the other. ”What’s going on?” she asks him when he sits on the side of her bed, his eyes focussed on his nephew.

”What do you mean?”

”Brock, I know.”

He looks up at her face and has no idea what she is talking about. ”Know what?”

”I know,” she repeats and her eyes seem to bore into his. ”I know about the ice-cream and take away after dance class. And I know he helped you at the store every night. I know, Brock.”

”We’ve become friends, Ada. I know I’m not supposed to hang out with him, but… we’re friends.” It’s the truth, nothing has happened. Other than him falling in love with Jose, but Ada doesn’t need to know about that.

”But you’re in love with him.”

”How can you say that?Ada! That’s not right! I’d never…” he gets upset and little Noah starts stirring in his mother’s arms. Brock knows lying is a sin, but being gay is an even bigger one. They can’t know, no one can know!

”Brock, I’m your sister and I know you. I know you’re gay. I’ve suspected it for a while, but there was never a reason to say anything. I know you’re in love with Vanjie and if Rachel is right, like she usually is, then he likes you, too.”

”Rachel…” Pure panic spreads through him.

”Calm down. She’s only ten but she understands what’s at stake here. I talked to her and she won’t say anything to anyone.”

”But why?” Brock gasps. ”It’s wrong!”

”Love is never wrong, little brother. I believe in god and the lord and I pray. But my god and the one we get scared with by our parents and the idiot minister, are not the same. I might not have gone to college and I might never leave this town, but as soon as I had my first baby, I knew that there’s something wrong with what we’ve been told. You don’t raise your kids with fear and threats and punishment. You love them. No matter who they love. And the same goes for my brother.” They are both crying at this point and Brock hugs his sister tightly. It’s done, it’s out, and he won’t lose her because of his biggest secret.

”Thank you,” he sobs and tries to wipe away the tears when Noah starts protesting.

”So, what are you gonna do?” Ada asks him again, once she has dried her own face.

”There’s nothing I can do. We’re not… we’re really just friends. He’s leaving and there’s nothing for him here. Like, I can’t leave. And I can’t stop being me. I can’t disappoint everyone around me and lose my family. Mom and dad will never talk to me again and I’ll be all but dead to Dan and Lilly. I’ve gone so long living with this secret, that I just can’t…. It doesn’t feel right to me.”

”But you’ve always been so unhappy, Brock. I guess, I just wanna see you happy for once. And with him you were.”

”Sorry,” he shrugs and smiles a bit.

”You’re really gonna let him go like this? Why can’t you be selfish for once? Do what you want, what makes you happy?”

”You think being happy for one night is worth all that comes afterwards? The doubts and fear?”

”How’s that different from what you’re living now? You live your life for others, for all of us and you’re unhappy all the time. If you have a chance of happiness, even if it’s just for a short while, then take it! Maybe he won’t stay, you’re right, but you gonna miss him anyway. If you go to him and just… even if you’re just spending the night as friends together and nothing more happens, then at least you’ll have that one happy memory, that will make your burden a bit lighter.”

”When did you get so wise, sis’?” Brock asks and leans into her, seeks comfort in her embrace.

”I’m your big sister. I’ve always been wise, you just never listened,” she teases him. A moment later the door opens and their parents and Rachel walk in. The moment is over. But Brock has a lot to think about until they get home.

***

”Brock? What are you doing here?” Jose looks as surprised as he sounds when he opens the door. He has changed and is now wearing sweatpants and a tank-top.

”Hey, uhm, like, can I come in?” he mutters and points to a spot past Jose’s shoulder. Jose just steps aside, seems too stunned to say more and lets him into the apartment.

”You packed,” Brock points out when he looks around. Two large suitcases are standing by the bedroom door and the apartment has been cleaned from top to bottom. A backpack on top of the suitcases is open and some clothes lie neatly folded on the living room table.

”Yeah, like I said, I just wanna grab a bit of sleep and then go.” Jose rocks back and forth on his feet before he follows Brock further into the room. ”Everything ok with Ada and little Noah? You need me to drive you to the hospital again?”

”No, I mean, yes, they’re ok,” Brock shakes his head and tries to gather the courage he needs. ”I’m here because… like… I…” Why is it so hard to find the words to say what he wants to say? Jose knows more about him than any other person, so why can’t he tell him what he wants now? Time is running out and he has to… Just…. Jose waits patiently and with a look between curiosity and fear.

Finally, Brock cups his face with his hand, sees Jose’s eyes widen even more, and then slowly leans in. He gives Jose time to pull away or stop him, but when he doesn’t, Brock kisses him.

Jose gasps softly and pulls him closer a moment later. With a moan Jose deepens the kiss and Brock’s eyes close. This is the kiss he dreamed of so many times when he lay awake at night or when he allowed himself to think of Jose during the day. Every time he was close to him, but he didn’t allow himself to have this. Brock feels heat curling in his gut when Jose opens his mouth and their tongues touch.

Jose fits so perfectly into his arms, and the way he kisses is like nothing Brock has ever experienced. He is amazing and Brock needs more, lets his hands wander underneath Jose’s wide shirt. His skin is warm, nearly feverishly hot and so soft.

Brock has no idea how long they just stand there kissing while he is running his hands over Jose’s back and chest. When he tries to pull the shirt up and over his head, Jose stops him and breaks the kiss.

”Babe, I can’t…” he is panting. ”I need to know what’s going on,” Jose requests breathlessly and gives him another quick kiss, before he takes Brock’s hand and leads him to the sofa.

Brock is turned on and slightly frustrated that they have to talk, now, and can’t just do what he knows they both want. Yet, he knows he owes Jose an explanation.

”I…I know you’re leaving and I’m not here to stop you, because you should get out of here and go back to your life in L.A. But like…I like you and I…. I just wanna know what it’s like to be with someone I…. I like care about… just once. And I hope you don’t mind or feel used or, you know. But, like, you kissed me first and… please, let me have this before I lose you tomorrow.”

He’s begging.

Jose listens and nods, holds his hand as Brock rambles. He looks down to their joined hands once Brock is done and watches as he plays with his finger. ”Is this your first time?” Jose asks when he looks back up.

”No. I’ve hooked up with random guys in gay bars and clubs before. But I’ve never… not with someone I know, or in a bed or….” He trails off.

Someone I love, he wants to say, but it would be too much. He isn’t here to talk Jose into staying or an impossible relationship, even though he wants to fall to his knees and beg him not to leave him.

He can’t do that to him. Jose deserves the world and there is nothing for him here.

”If we do this, saying goodbye will be so much harder,” Jose points out and Brock can see the tears in his eyes.

”I know,” he agrees and feels himself getting choked up as well. ”But…”

Before he can go on Jose has closed the gap between them and kisses him again. Brock can taste the salty tears on his lips and licks them away as Jose climbs into his lap and wraps both arms around his neck. Desire clouds Brock’s mind and he gets dizzy with want. His hands are back under Jose’s shirt and his time he gets to take it off. Jose groans in protest when he breaks the kiss, but then cocks his head to the side when Brock kisses down his neck and to his chest and as far down as he can reach with Jose still sitting on his lap. This is something Brock has never done, has never gotten the chance to: simply kiss someone’s skin, taste it, nibble on it. He has sucked dick, but there was never any tenderness in it, only the chase of making the other come as fast as possible.

”Let’s go to the bedroom,” Jose makes him look up by tugging gently on his curly hair. He gets up and holds out his hand to Brock. When he takes it, he leads them to the bedroom.

The bed is unmade on one side and Brock realises that Jose was already in bed when he got here.

”You were already asleep.”

”I was in bed, not asleep. And this is so much better,” Jose smirks and pulls Brock’s shirt over his head.

”Yeah?” Brock’s breath hitches when Jose touches his naked skin. Slowly and in random patterns Jose’s hands glide over his chest and stomach, tickling and arousing at the same time. Brock bites his lip as he watches him, scared he’ll make too much embarrassing noise otherwise.

”Yeah,” Jose finally replies and wraps his arms around Brock’s neck again. ”Listen… you gotta talk to me when you don’t like something or if you wanna stop, ok? I’ll do the same. Wasn’t expecting this, you, here, tonight, so I’m not ready. Are you prepped?”

Jose’s blunt question makes Brock blush. No one has ever talked to him about what they were going to do, other than asking him if he had a condom. ”No, I, uhm, I always topped, you know, like the few times I actually…”

Jose smiles and kisses him softly. ”That what you wanna do tonight? I’m usually a bottom, but if you feel like doing something new… I don’t mind.”

”No, no that’s not…” Brock’s voice is barely above a whisper. ”I just wanna know what it feels like to make love and not fuck.”

Again Jose kisses him deeply. ”Then lean back, relax and Imma be back in a couple of minutes ok?” He pushes him down onto the bed, before he disappears into the living room and then comes back with a cosmetics bag. ”Here, place’em somewhere we can find them quick,” Jose smirks as he throws something at Brock, before he disappears behind the bathroom door. When Brock looks down, he’s holding condoms and lube. It makes him laugh.

The next twenty minutes are both the longest and the shortest of Brock life. He’s impatiently waiting for Jose, still aroused and nearly out of his mind when he remembers their kisses. But he’s also nervous. He doesn’t want to fuck up and disappoint Jose. If this is the only chance he ever gets at being with the man he loves, Brock wants to cherish it and make it the best night it can be for both of them. So that maybe, sometimes, when Jose is back in L.A. and with other guys, he will remember their night as well.

Maybe he won’t forget him as quickly.

Thackery keeps Brock company as he waits for Jose. But when he comes out of the bathroom, the cat seems to sense he’s in the way and retreats back to the living room.

”You still sure?” Jose asks as he climbs back in Brock’s lap.

”Still sure,” he confirms before they kiss again, naked chest agains naked chest.

If Brock really thought Jose expects any kind of performance of him, he was wrong. Because Jose takes the lead right away. He’s not bossy in a bad way, but taking care of him with incredible tenderness. There’s no inch of skin Jose doesn’t kiss, no scar he doesn’t want the whispered short story about how it happened, before he soothes the long forgotten pain with his lips and tongue.

Jose keeps talking, whispering about how much he loves Brock’s body, how sexy he finds his abs, how much he’s wanted to play with his chest hair, how he dreamed about being wrapped in his arms, how soft the skin of his stomach is and how much he wants to suck his cock. He talks about his eyes, his mouth, his tongue and his ass. When he stops talking to finally taste him, Brock nearly comes.

To cool down, Brock#s allowed to explore Jose’s body and he does so with the same tenderness. He loves him, there is no question about it.

Brock has to remind himself to memorise every second, every gasp and every feeling, when he finally slides into Jose.

”Slow,” Jose instructs, wraps his legs around him and pulls him into another kiss. Brock moves – slowly – as they get lost in each other. Brock feels an emotion that he can’t identify. He’s never felt anything like this before. Bliss? Love?

Their movements get faster and the kisses sloppier as they get closer to the end. Jose groans and gasps as he digs his fingers into Brock’s shoulders and waist. He’s loud, gets louder when Brock wraps his hand around his cock to bring him over the edge. Jose explodes with loud moans and spills hot and wet over Brock’s fingers, his own stomach and chest.

”Brock, baby… yes…please,” Jose encourages him and with a couple more thrust Brock comes as well.

They pant into each others mouths, kiss and smile. Both of them are sticky with sweat and cum, but neither wants to move. Brock nuzzles his nose into Jose’s neck as he holds him, presses kisses to his hair and playfully bites his ear form time to time to make him laugh.

”So this is what it feels like.” Brock speaks quietly into Jose’s skin, still lying on top of him minutes later.

”Yeah, this is what it feels like.” The wonder in Jose’s voice surprises Brock, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he kisses the side of his neck.

They lie there, mostly in silence. Sometimes they kiss, sometimes they touch and sometimes they just enjoy the moment.

Until the alarm on Jose’s cellphone goes off.

Their dream is over, it’s back to reality.

They exchange one more longing kiss, before Brock gets up and takes care of the condom while Jose shuts off the alarm.

They get dressed.

They don’t shower.

They rip the sheets off the bed.

They don’t talk.

Jose packs the rest of his things and Brock keeps Thackery company.

There’s no more words needed. With each minute they get closer to goodbye, the more panicked Brock feels.

He helps Jose with his bags, puts Thackery in the car and closes the door on the passengers side.

”Give me another hug,” Jose asks, his voice is breaking and full of tears. Brock hugs him so tightly that he fears he might hurt him, but Jose hugs him back just as fiercely. ”Brock….” Jose sniffs.

”Go! Live your best life in L.A.” Brock interrupts him. ”Have fun, be happy. Thank you for everything. I can’t… I’ll never,” Brock’s own tears make it impossible to continue.

Jose pulls back first. He gives Brock’s arm a squeeze, waves at him with a sad smile from behind the wheel and then drives off, the tail lights of his fancy car the last thing Brock sees of him, while the sun slowly rises and lights the darkness of the night.

”Brock, come on, man, at least wait inside until ya get a grip. You can’t be seen like this in this fucking town,” Jason’s worried voice comes from behind, when Jose’s car can’t be seen anymore. He leads him into the dark dance studio, where the hot sticky air is no less suffocating than the pain that fills Brock’s chest. The A/C is still broken, not that anyone cares at the moment. Brock cries until he can’t anymore, then he wipes his face with the wet washcloth Jason hands him.

He leaves.

Goes back to his parent’s farm where his real life awaits him.

It’s over. Brock hates his fucked up life even more now.

Because Jose is gone.

TBC

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #m/m au #slow burn #romance #angst #smut #hot as hell and no ac #blackhighheels #tw religion #tw internalized homophobia

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alamanyar · 5 years

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Skam Italia Season 2 - not a “five top clips” post, just a mention of my fave scenes I don’t think I’m able to do a top five considering skam italia season 2 (not yet anyways). I have three favourite clips I think. patatine e marmellata, effettivamente and la grotta. but then? on most days it’s halloween and nel mio letto. but what about illegale (that introduction to the season was poetic cinema come on. filo’s “c’è un prima e c’è un dopo” had me dying, but there’s sm more, and since this will be a bit long, I’m just gonna elaborate on one of my fave details of this season: when edo says “peccato. fosse stato Fiumicino, magari, potevamo andare a fare un giro al mare prima“ - “too bad, if it had been Fiumcino, we could have gone to the sea beforehand” while he lets go of that enlightened thingy, follows it with his eyes for a sec and when he then lowers his gaze at ele, the music drops. I love when sth like this happens. perfect synchronisation. also he is suave af), svegli (marti and giò, I just love their scenes, do I need to say more. bonus: giò calling marti out on his behaviour towards his mom), idiota (I really like marti & sana interacting. this scene is so funny. the pretended sweetness and the sarcasm. also marti you’re kind of an ass here and I’m glad sana wasn’t getting any of that. bonus: marti’s “ha ha ha” read: ‘you’re gonna pay for this, sana.’ spoiler: she didn’t pay for that), radio osvaldo (bla bla vafftanculo I’m faking a phone call to get out of this radio meeting so I can embarrass myself in front of my crush a couple of minutes later, but then we have a nice moment on the school terrace only for emma to ruin it and all that I have left to do is glancing at my crush awkwardly lol he didn’t notice anything, did he? hahaha I’m already into deep fml), niccolò (the few seconds we see marti being terrified of sana lmao bless you fede you never fail to deliver. and then he sees nico through the glass [goddamn that metaphor] and is awe-struck. i mean same, but yeah, he’s totally out of it. i like that they don’t use the slow-motion thingy too often, it’s a bit cheesy, but sometimes it works quite well and it does work very well in this scene. nico stares right back and you can see how marti has trouble breathing, thinking, whatever, he’s just gone. bonus: marti’s eyes and his freckles and his lovely hair. you can see all of that very clearly in this clip. it’s so nice. another bonus: choice of music. yeah arctic monkeys works with me every time), tabasco (because nico is a jealous little bean who can’t cook and their eye-love-making on the couch of course [I wish that one incident didn’t happen though]. bonus: I love that apartement, it’s definitely an aesthetic), ammucchiate (I hate-love this clip, but I’m too tired to go into detail. all I can say is that the red dancing scene, where they are staring at each other while marti makes out with emma and nico with maddalena, is one of my fave scenes of the season. music? on spot. cinematography? on spot. tension? on spot. visible conflict? on spot. and then the scene by the trash cans. nico is obviously using the story about maddalena to test the waters considering marti’s opinion on mental health, and well, pinky touch and almost kiss hahaha let me die), seguimi (red thread of fate!!), pausa (only because i want eva x giò back and this little scene was ;8( and then the bathroom scene between marti x nico. “io ho voglia di stare con te. tu non hai voglia di stare con me???????????“ but then it starts to hurt, but I like pain heyy), pride (did I mention I like pain? bonus: the location!), quante cazzate (back with the pain. the ending made me cry my eyes out. it was the first time I cried for marti. federico’s acting...good lord. that was so horrible to watch. the fight between the boys was already tough, but when he broke down, I could only sob), quando parlo (federico cesari’s acting FEDERICO CESARI’S ACTING. I cried so hard. I’m so happy they introduced us to mamma rametta, but god, that was painful), lei è lo psicologo? (the introduction of one iconic celery dude aka dr. roberto spera. I hope he makes a comeback somehow. also: marti, you’re so brave for trying to get help), ti fidi di me, rose? (filippo sava is back and we witness marti smiling. call the police), pace (giò’s “a testa demmerda. che ridi? vieni qua, no?” and then marti coming out to the boys [more or less]. they are all idiots, but they’ve grown sm on me by that clip, I just want to give them all a hug. a bonus hug for giò, cause he continues to be the best supportive friend one can hope for), sto a bracciano (just when I thought I coudln’t love the contrabbandieri more, they release that clip. so many beautiful things happen, it would take me some time to write them down, so I think it’s better if I skip that. all I want to say for now is ‘giovanni, il mago dell’amore, garau’, ladies and gentlemen), due ore (because, duh, they are reunited and marti can’t stop smiling. I’m a huge sucker for marti’s smile. he should do that 24/7. bonus: fantastic choice of music yet again), then I think we have the red scene in Milano where the clip ends. (beautiful and sensual. music was again on spot and so was the cinematography. best shot is the very end with nico beside marti where we can only see half of nico’s content face and marti laying on his back smiling, half hugging his lover. there. clip? finito), vediamo (the metaphor with the giraffe. both heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time. goddamn. and mama rametta and marti who are working on their relationship and need to be protected at all costs, and oh, superb acting once again followed by many many tears), namacissi (I’ll spare you the details, this would get to long. I think I mentioned how much I love dr. spera and the boys. again. so many things to love [how to throw comedy into a serious scene you ask? this clip has the answer]), martino e niccolò (soft, softer, marti and nico. under all this suffering there’s this fine line of hope evolving. beautifully acted, important representation and a wonderful message of how very important it is to show how much you care. “solo baci sul naso” let me diiieee), si vedi (”cià cià” “cià cià cià ciao” I mean? plus marti and his mom, do I need to say more. also: marti smiling), classifica (boy squad + nico (they should have a name. anyone?), two boys kissing in public. big yes. show them. bonus: the end with giò lmao i died), sono io (this would get too long as well. I’m just gonna say “bacio al panettone?” “bacio al panettone!” marti and nico are the worst. I don’t like them all. last, but not least: marti and eva. this friendship is back dudes and dudettes, I need at least a couple of scenes in the next season(s) and then, finally, marti claiming his identity. I stan forever. this character development is over 9000 I don’t make the rules).

so yeah, I suck at deciding. some clips have just good scenes worth mentioning and some clips are close to my top five or even in my top five who knows I don’t. I think I could manage a top ten idk

#skam italia #if anyone is interested #i'd do a top ten #(not right away but yeah)#or maybe i'll do the five clips i mentioned at the beginning #or maybe just a more specific post about my fave scenes #OR a clip by clip review #lmao who would read that #and why would i do that?? i don't have time for that lmao #i really can't choose can i #but writing this stuff down feels good #gets my head sorted out #and this fandom is really lovely #skamit #martino rametta #text #i wanna rewatch it all now thanks i hate it

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BETWEEN YOU AND ME

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Kai Parker x Reader word count: 4 771 / reading time: 17 minutes warnings: mentions of smut (?!) is that even a warning? idk but just to be safe. summary: Mystic Falls is under attack; Kai and Reader are keeping a secret from her friends, though secrets have a way of coming out. *gif by me ________________________________________

Y/N dragged her feet across the floor, left her coffee mug on the desk next to her laptop and glanced at her boyfriend who was currently asleep in their bed. It was barely 6am, the first sunrays were seeping through the semi-closed curtains but none of it seemed to catch her attention. No. That was all Kai, who barely had a sheet covering his bare naked body. There were spots of blood on the pillow and a couple of other places as they had ‘wrestled’ the night before which would be nightmare to clean but none of it bothered her. Instead, just before she pulled her chair to sit down and give her history assignment one last look before sending it in, she tiptoed as quietly as she could and bent over him. Her fingers ran though his messy hair for a moment, her lips touched his briefly and almost instantly he returned the kiss. Before she knew what was happening, Kai had grabbed her and tossed her under him on the bed. His body pressed against hers firmly while their fingers intertwined on either side of her head and he continued to kiss her as if he was starving. For all she knew, he was. It was just how her life with him was. They had gone for not being able to stand each other to not being able to stand being away from each other in a couple of months. Though their romance was still a forbidden love because if her friends caught up on what she had been up to, or the real reason why Kai had softened up the past few months… things would not end well for any of them.

“Kai—“ she barely managed to whisper, instantly getting lost in his eyes. His lips curled up into a wide smile and he brushed his nose against hers for a second before kissing her briefly again. Y/N used his momentary distraction and rolled on top of him. “Slow down –“

“Not possible.” he grinned, intertwining his fingers with hers while she held his hands against the soft pillows. “You know, you look so fucking hot in my t-shirt. I’ll never get over it –“

Y/N shook her head smiling. “Yeah, well. You have the best t-shirts. So soft and they smell so nice. Mine are awful. Awful…”

Kai laughed under his breath, sitting up in the bed while her hands hooked around his neck and his slid down her waist. “Why are you up so early?”

“Cuz –“ she tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let her. “—I got school work to finish. You know, some of us are still in high school.” she pushed his hands off her and got to the desk, taking a sip from her coffee as she leaned in against it. Kai braced himself on his elbows, his eyes remained focused on her the entire time, following every curve of her body and something told her he knew she was not wearing underwear… “And because there is a crisis. Remember? Cade? Katherine? Sirens –“

“And you know I want you as far away from this as possible. It’s not safe –”

Y/N ran her fingers through her hair, folding her hands on her chest right after. A long moment passed in silence and Kai’s eyes pierced into hers. Keeping things from him was her least favorite thing to do, mostly because her boyfriend caught up with her lies and secrets pretty quick. And whenever she didn’t spill the beans on her own, he had his own way of torturing the truth out of her. “That’s kind of hard to do when Sybil is my new history teacher –“

“What?!” Kai jumped up from the bed. Her gaze instantly drifted down south towards his semi hard lenght. Damn, what wouldn’t she do to freeze time and spend a few decades all alone with Kai. Just the two of them, skin to skin; travelling across the world and just being happy without worrying about any of this. “Why haven’t you told me this before? No, you are not going anywhere today.”

Y/N bit her lip, placing her hand on Kai’s chest while trying not to think what would happen if she were to stay there with him all day long. “I can’t hide. That’s not me and you know it.”

“It’s too dangerous –”

“You are out there.” she placed her hands on his shoulders, unconsciously feeling his biceps. Damn, she bit her lip. “You think I don’t worry 24/7 about you? My own friends want you dead –”

“I can take care of myself and that’s different. You are a human, I’m a heretic.” he argued. “I can easily take all your friends down with a flick of my wrist. Sybil and her weirdo babysitter sis too.”

“Or she can siren you to –”

“To what?” he tried to meet her eyes but she kept avoiding his gaze up until the point she tried to push him away. “Y/N?”

Her gaze met with his. “You know what she did to Damon. I don’t – I don’t know what I’d do if she messes with your head and –” her eyes watered a bit and she wiped her nose with the back of her wrist. “Kai, it’s too dangerous not only for me to go out there –”

Kai gripped her wrists and pinned them behind her back, leaning towards her. “You are the most important person in my life, Y/N. Sybil cannot erase you from my head, or my heart or my soul. You are seared on them for good and nothing’s going to change that. Ever.” he gazed longingly into her eyes. “You are my everything… I love you more than you could possibly imagine but you should’ve told me about Sybil. I am your boyfriend –“

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“You are not my boyfriend.” Her eyes remained focused on his, watching the nervousness grow in them. “You are my soulmate, the love of my life –“ his lips crashed against hers in an instant and she could feel his length rub against her inner thigh. So close, but so far away. “—Kai –“ she took a shallow breath, keeping her eyes closed for a moment longer remembering the feeling of his lips on hers. “I’m gonna be late –“

“For where?” he nibbled on her earlobe. “The bed is in no hurry, neither is the desk, nor is the wall. I’m going to be your private tutor for the day because there is no way I am letting you out of my sight until this is all over. That’s an order. You do what I say when I say it –”

Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile. “So over protective, and so so fucking hot when you get so bossy. Makes me think all those naughty things –”

Kai’s expression changed between grin and a serious look within seconds. “Oh? No, no. S-stop it with the googly eyes and the lip biting or the first lesson today will be a disciplinary one.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Awh but daddy, if we stay home I will have to be tied up. Otherwise I’d crawl over the desk to my smocking hot teacher and spend the rest of the day learning new high notes in which I can moan his name –”

Kai shook his head interrupted her with a kiss. His mind had been drifting away since the second he had woken up shortly before she had ‘woken’ him up, and a part of him really wanted them to stay at her place and spend the day ‘studying’. The other knew he cannot miss the strategy session at the boarding house –

“Alright, alright, I am not going to school today.” she muttered, feeling a little out of breath. Kai almost sighed in relief when he noticed her expression flash with something he couldn’t pick up on. There was something else he didn’t know, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “I am crashing the strategy session at the Salvatore house.”

“You are?” he grinned. “So, you mean to tell me I get to spend the entire day with you?”

“Yes –“ she pushed him off her and headed towards the walk in closet. “—and no. You can’t make those eyes at me. You can’t look at me like that and get my heart racing as if I’ve been running a marathon –“

“Can’t I?” he braced himself against the door, taking in every inch of her body as she got dressed. Y/N grabbed her black ripped in the knees skinny jeans but he shook his head. “Short black skirt? P-please? No underwear… F-for me?” She shook her head smiling and grabbed the skirt instead along with a slightly puffy white buttoned up shirt, getting dressed as quickly as she could. “Perfect.”

Y/N bent over to put on her ankle high Converses. “Kai, I am serious. You can’t let your wondering hands go places. You can’t make comments and you definitely can’t –” she looked up at him, but he had a spaced out look in his eyes. “Malachai!”

“What?” he said innocently. “Just enjoying the view –“ he caught his t-shirt just as she threw it at him. “I know, I know. A house full of vampires. Gotcha. I’ll behave, promise.” he put the t-shirt on and whooshed himself around the room to get dressed. “I’ll go pack your lunch. Be back in a jiffy –“

Y/N shook her head smiling, fixed her hair and grabbed her laptop before putting it in her back and taking Kai’s phone and hers from the night stand. Her mind spun around at the thought how Kai would be right there by her side all day, struggling to control himself while she would be fighting herself not to steal a heart-eyes glance or get a little taste of his lips, however brief it might be. Something told her if someone was gonna crack it would be her, though who could blame her.

“Focus Y/N –“ she muttered to herself, walking in the small kitchen/living room where Kai was already done packing her lunch and two to-go coffee cups. “What are you going to eat?”

Kai spun around and in a flash had her pinned against the doorframe. “You –“ he brushed his fingertips against her cheek, tilting her chin up before his lips collided with hers. His body pressed against hers and for a moment she forgot how to breathe… and whose air she was breathing in the brief seconds she managed to get some air. “Just one –“ he whispered before kissing her again. “—one more kiss.”

“S-stop –“ she tried to push him off but her heart just wasn’t in it. “Kai, you want to leave me breathless before we leave so you have to give me mouth to mouth every spare second we get alone at the boarding house, don’t you?”

“No.” he shook his head, his lips curling into a wide smile. “Yes, yes. Okay. You got me addicted to your lips and everything about you. I need you in my bloodstream asap or I might die –“

Y/N gripped his shirt and pulled him down for another kiss before pushing him off her. Quickly she tiptoed to the counter to grab her coffee and lunch bag when she felt him playfully slap her ass. “Hands to yourself.” she scolded him. “No puppy eyes, no quivering lip –“

“Fine, fine.” he sighed. “Let me just grab my phone and we’ll –“ Y/N pulled his phone from her bag. “You think you are so smart, don’t you?” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, passed him his phone and walked out the door without saying a word, heading towards the elevator with him at her tail. They stood in silence while waiting for the doors to open, stealing glances at the other as usual whenever they were in public. “So do we carpool or –“

“Sure, why not.” she took a shallow breath, meeting his eyes. “Saving the planet is always on the agenda, but remember –“ the elevator’s bell interrupted her. Kai gave her a slight nod and they walked in. As soon as the doors closed and it was just the two of them, Kai’s lips and hands were all over her making her forget whose air she was breathing… until the doors opened again and he pulled away as if nothing had happened. Y/N stared at him and took a shallow breath. “We keep us between you and me. We ran into each other on the way there.”

“Gotcha –“ Kai smiled innocently at her, holding out the building door for her.

It took them less than 20 minutes to get to the boarding house, all the while during the car ride he wouldn’t let go off her hand. His gaze barely left her during the entire ride and on the few occasions the red light stopped them, he used his opportunity to steal a kiss or two. Though the closer they got to the Salvatore house, the harder things got and by the time he parked the car in front of the house their act had started. Who knew who might be watching out the windows. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair, lifting herself on her toes for a moment to check if there was someone in the living room and rang the bell. Kai stood awkwardly next to her, taking a step away when he heard someone coming towards the door.

“Hey, Y/N –“ smiled Caroline, opening the door. Y/N smiled her friend, whose smile faded away quickly when she saw Kai was there. “Are you stalking her or something? You keep showing up everywhere she is –“

Kai walked inside without waiting for an invitation. “Relax Clarisse. I ran into her on her way to the Grill. Isn’t your motto ‘All hands on deck.’ No, wait. It was ‘Protect the humans in Mystic Falls’ or something?” he glanced at Y/N, who rolled her eyes and made her way to the sofa. “Can’t let our golden girl die before graduation right?”

“We don’t have a motto.” Caroline closed the door, taking a step towards them. Kai poured himself two fingers bourbon and sat on the opposite end of sofa, though his eyes kept drifting towards his girl. “I’ll go get Damon, you stay away from her –“

Kai raised his hands in defence while Y/N pulled her laptop onto her lap and glanced at her friend. “No rush. I have to proof read this history paper for the –“

“—history teacher from Hell?” interrupted Kai. Y/N pursued her lips to try and hide her smile before glaring at him. “Sorry –“

“Whatever Sybil is up to at the high school, grades come first. Whitmore or Harvard or Cambridge – they won’t care about the Devil and his minions being let loose on Earth and me being in the middle of it.” muttered Y/N, her gaze drifting towards Caroline who was almost out of the living room in that moment. “Cannot get into law if my grades are flunking –“ she winked at Kai, who scooted a little closer to her. Her finger pressed the power button on the laptop and she mouthed at him ‘Stop looking at me like that.’, glancing back at the screen.

Kai grinned at her and took a sip of his drink, watching her eyes widen the second she glanced at the screen a moment before she closed the lid. “Everything okay?”

Y/N stared at him and turned her laptop towards him, opening the lid before making sure she couldn’t hear footsteps. Not that it mattered seeing how her friends could move faster than the light. “What is this?” she said in a hushed voice, pointing at her desktop wallpaper where instead of a picture of the waterfall near by the Wickery Bridge where was her and Kai’s secret make out spot out of the way, was currently a picture of a shirtless Kai in her bed with barely any fabric covering his –

“That’s me.” he smiled innocently at her, though his eyes sparkled with fire and mischief. “You like it?

“I know it’s you—“ she shook her head unsure of she should smile at him, kiss him or slap him for his little surprise. “—but how it got here?”

Kai scooted towards her, whispering in her ear. “I wanted to surprise you when you opened your laptop in the morning. I had no idea you’d end up coming with me here –“

“Color me surprised.” she pecked his lips. “And to answer your question – I love it. But if I had been at school – you could’ve sent me to the principal’s office. Detention doesn’t look good on college applications.”

Kai grinned at her. “As if I’d let that be a permanent mark in your file.” he leaned in closer. “Chocolate –“ he whispered in her ear. “How do you always smell like chocolate? It’s driving me nuts –“ Y/N turned her head sideways when he whooshed himself away. Her gaze drifted away and as soon as her friends popped up, she slammed her laptop shut. “Damon –“

Caroline glanced between her and Kai. “Everything okay? How’s your paper?”

Y/N looked up confused. “What?”

“The history paper for the teacher from Hell?” Damon waved his hands before her eyes. “It was such a big deal you had Stefan wrapped up into helping you. It better be good –“

“Oh, it’s – hot like a supernova. Definitely gonna bang that one later –“ Y/N muttered, catching Kai’s amused look for a second. “Ace it, I mean.” smiled Y/N, putting her laptop back in her bag. “You know me. I am never the one in trouble –“ her glance drifted towards Kai for a split second. “—though someone else is.”

Damon and Caroline glanced at each other and then at Kai and Y/N. “Who?”

“Sybil.” stated Y/N, glancing at her friends. “Who else?”

Damon poured himself a drink. “Yeah well, after what she almost pulled yesterday our little siren is lucky I haven’t ripped her head off for hurting my favorite little Gilbert.”

Kai glanced at Damon and then at his girl who kept avoiding his glance and somehow found a way to scoot away from him even further on the sofa. “After she pulled what yesterday?” his eyes remained fixed on Y/N. “What happened?”

Y/N brought her knees up to her chest. “Nothing –“

“I wouldn’t call you almost getting barbecued to the stake like a Salem witch nothing but –“ Damon muttered. Kai’s eyes widened and Y/N jumped up from her seat, taking Damon’s glass from his hand. “Be my guest –“

Kai jumped up right after here. “That’s why you were covered in dirt and ash last night—“ he muttered to himself, gripping her wrist. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cuz I knew you’d freak.” she yanked her wrist back while Damon stood between them confused. “Plus, I wasn’t hurt –“

“You weren’t hurt?!” Kai exclaimed. “You could’ve died!!” Caroline and Damon glanced at each other while Y/N ran away from Kai and he kept going after her. “Don’t walk away from me.”

“I have legs, I can and will walk away –“ she said in a hushed voice. “—because we are not having this conversation here.”

Caroline stepped towards them. “What’s going on?” she turned towards Damon who shrugged his shoulders, squinting his eyes a little. “Why is he so upset?”

“I don’t know and I don’t like it.” Damon muttered watching Kai and Y/N have a silent starring contest. “You don’t think they –“

“No, no way.” Caroline’s eyes widened. “Not after he put her sister into a magical coma.”

Y/N ran her fingers through her hair. “Malachai, please –“

Kai shook his head. “You kept this from me. I thought we were done doing that.”

She tried to touch him but he pulled away. “I’m sorry.”

“You – you are sorry?” he gripped her hand and put it on his chest completely forgetting where they were. “Feel this? The air is being pulled out of my lungs and my heart being slowly torn right out of my chest, by you. Do you even realize what even the thought of me losing you is doing to me?”

Y/N shot him a warning glance but he didn’t seem to care they were in the middle of the Salvatore living room and her friends were there. Not only that but Bonnie just walked in with Matt. “Behave. Keep us between you and me. That’s all I asked.”

“Doesn’t apply to your safety.” he tucked in a strand of hair behind her ear. “This comes above all else—“

Damon grabbed Kai’s wrist and yanked him back, then turned towards Y/N. “Explain. Now. You got five seconds before he loses his head.”

“What’s going on here?” Bonnie wondered, dropping her jacket on the sofa. Matt raised his eyebrows, glancing at Kai and Y/N who pushed her way past Damon and took her boyfriend’s hand in hers. “Why are you two holding hands?”

“Kai and I –“ she glanced at him and sighed. “Last night after the whole incident I went to the Grill to get a drink and ran into Kai. He took me home and… that’s it.”

“That’s it?” Damon shrugged his shoulders. “What was he talking about then saying –“

“We kissed.” Kai protectively pushed Y/N a little behind him.

“What?!” Bonnie, Caroline, Matt and Damon exclaimed in unison.

Damon growled.”I’m gonna rip his head off –”

“I kissed her… because I like her and she likes me. I know you don’t like it or me especially after everything I’ve done. I deserve that, I am not a good person and I own that. But being with her these past few months… It’s something. And under other circumstances this warm and fuzzy feeling I get whenever I’m around her would be absolutely revolting to me, but I love it more than anything.” he sighed, gazing lovingly at her. “I love her –”

Damon started laughing and for a few moments it all seemed perfectly fine up until the point he pushed Kai ten feet away and turned towards Y/N. “Have you lost your mind? You want a boyfriend, I will find you a boyfriend. How about that boy who took you to prom a few months back –“

“Who? Jake? Y-you know Kai is the one who actually took me to prom and I made Jake up, right?” she said quietly. Damon’s eyes widened and he grabbed her shoulders, pinning her to the wall. Caroline rushed towards them but Kai was faster and pushed Damon off Y/N. “Jesus –“

“Nope. Just me.” Kai grinned. Y/N mouthed ‘Shut up’.

Caroline pulled Damon back. “Let her explain. Might not be what we think.” she glanced at Bonnie who was currently pouring herself a drink, clearly having a hard time taking in what was happening. “Y/N might be the youngest of all of us, but don’t forget who was the one who outsmarted Katherine –“

“Youngest, best-est, brightest… Hottest. –” grinned Kai, completely avoiding everyone’s looks. He only had eyes for his girl and her cheeks burned red at his words. “My girl–”

Damon groaned while Caroline closed her eyes, pressing her lips together trying not to comment on Kai’s words. “Tell me you are on vervain –” the vampire asked.

“You think Kai compelled me to love him?! Are you insane?! You wanna know the truth? Here it is – ” Y/N said, holding tightly onto Kai’s hand. “You vanished, Damon! You and Enzo. Elena was in a sleeping curse, Jeremy is God knows where and everyone was busy looking for you. I lost everything and everyone in a blink of an eye because of Sybil… Except Kai, who was there every time I was alone at the Grill, or when I needed someone to talk to who didn’t mind listening to me ramble for hours. Kai who made sure I got home safely every night and kept me safe from all those guys who kept getting too handsy.”

Kai poked her in the stomach. “Awh, don’t skip on the best part. The first night I followed her home to make sure she got there safely and my little fireball here pulled a knife on me.” he grinned. “I swear I’ve never been more arous—“ he cleared his throat. Everyone except Y/N almost collectively groaned at his words. “—ed than when she gripped my hand behind my back and shoved me face-first against the door, and then put the blade under my chin and tilted my head towards her. Something happened when our eyes met and I just… knew it was her I had been looking for all my life without realizing it.”

“Awwhh –“ she hugged him with one arm, both of them looking at each other with heart eyes. “You never told me that.”

“So what?” Bonnie snapped. “Just because he acted like a decent human being for once, you decided he is a good boyfriend material? He is a murderer!”

Y/N sighed quietly and stared at her friends as if to say ‘Really? You are going with that one?’ “He is the man I love –“ she stated, feeling Kai squeeze her hand for a moment before he leaned in towards her, inhaling her scent. Damon growled. “I know you all have complicated history with him, but the Kai I know is not the Kai you see. He is not the same person he was back when he came out of 1994 –”

“Yes, we remember he turned from an evil caterpillar into a slightly less evil butterfly –” interrupted Damon with his usual snark. “But he still is who he is –”

“He is not the person he was after 1903 where you left him –“

“To protect Jo and everyone else!” Bonnie took a step towards her. “He killed his entire family –“

“And whose fault is that?” Kai said. Y/N kicked him in the shin. “I am just saying, I never would’ve –“

Bonnie shot him a glare that made Y/N’s blood freeze and the second she saw her friend’s hand shoot up, she stood between them. “There is nothing you can do or say to change that. I am old enough to live on my own, old enough to make my own decisions. You hurt him, you hurt me.”

Kai grinned and wrapped his hands around her from behind. “My girl. So fiery.” He pulled her up a little until her feet kicked at the air and he heard her laugh. “Love it.” he kissed her cheek as he let her feet back on the ground. “Love you –“

“I love you too –“

Damon groaned. “Ugh… my ears are bleeding.” Y/N rolled her eyes and took a step towards him, wrapping her arms around him. There was one thing Damon couldn’t resist – her hugs. Perhaps because in a way it made him feel close to Elena again, or maybe he just didn’t want to break little Gilbert’s heart. “You have lost it. Positively and when you end up dead, and you will, just make sure Elena knows I was against it and tried to make you see reason.”

“You can’t be okay with this?” Bonnie protested. “What if –?”

“I’d never hurt her.” Kai said quietly, glancing at every single of his girl’s friends. “I’d die before that happens or before I let anyone else hurt her. I’d gladly sacrifice my life to keep her safe.” He caught Damon’s gaze. “You know I’m telling the truth. You might not trust me about anything else, but trust me about this –“

Damon groaned wrapping his arms around her, studying Kai’s face. “Just… no more kissing and googly eyes and the L word mention around us, okay?” he kissed her head. “Or I might forget and just rip his head off for even daring to breathe the air around you.”

Y/N pulled away with a smile on her face. “Thank you.”

Kai leaned in to whisper in her ear. “What did Sybil do when she messed with his mind? We might need to send her a ‘thank you’ card.”

“Only thing keeping me from killing you right now is because Elena would never forgive me if I killed her little sister’s… whatever he is, even if he is the one who put her in a coma.” muttered Damon. “Don’t push it.”

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Haunted (Chapter 3)

Originally posted on FF.net under the title Ghost. Name changed to void confusion with the ghost!au.

Ernesto never thought of himself as a superstitious person, but ever since that fateful night in Mexico City, he became plagued by a familiar vision. His best friend haunted his dreams as a grotesque specter and nothing could make it go away.

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4 (final).

Death wasn’t so bad, Ernesto decided. Sure, dying was horrible. Being crushed to death was almost instantaneous, but the key word there is almost. There was a split-second between life and death where he existed in pure, hellish pain and that split-second was the longest split-second of his not-quite-life.

But, once he was through with that, he was able to pick up right where he left off. He still had fans swarming around him. He still had artists eager to work with him. The only difference was the women, who he became less interested in once certain activities were, well, no longer an option. Still, being dead had its perks. He didn’t need to eat or drink the way the living did, but he still could if he wanted. Alcohol could still bring on its positive effects, but without any of the nasty hangover business. Best of all, in his opinion, he didn’t need to sleep. Like food and alcohol, he still could if he wanted, but it wasn’t necessary. Part of him did miss a solid night’s sleep, which he hadn’t had for 21 years in the living world, but after two decades of shutting his eyes and praying for one night’s reprieve of the Hector-Creature’s torment, why take the risk?

Unfortunately, most people still chose to sleep. For them, sleep still felt good. It was a nice way to relax and pass the time. Besides, people were creatures of habit, and most couldn’t imagine what they’d do with themselves for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, for the rest of the foreseeable eternity. His options at 4:00 in the morning were limited to staying in by himself, or wandering the streets looking for someone else with his distaste for sleep. He’d never been very good at entertaining himself and he had too much pride to try to befriend any old riff-raff off the street. Still, he wanted people around. He fed off the admiration of others and he never felt more alive than when he was the center of attention. Ernesto tried to accommodate this by throwing lavish parties at his mansion every night. He was able to keep this up for a few weeks after his arrival but, as it turns out, even the dead can get partied-out. The guest list began to dwindle and even Ernesto himself grew weary of constantly playing host.

Still, he couldn’t remain idle. He needed something to keep him occupied. He felt the itch to perform again. He missed standing under the bright spotlight and listening to the rush of applause. He had been asked multiple times what he planned to do next. Artists clambered for the chance to work with him. Fans practically begged him to put on another show. So, he decided, another show they shall have. And plenty more after that. It was time to get back to work.

He used his connections to get the ball rolling. He had his people gather together the best musicians, set designers, and costumers in the Land of the Dead. He booked a studio in the heart of the arts district. When he showed up on his first day of rehearsal, people gathered around him, calling his name and trying to catch his attention. But one voice, one voice carried itself over the crowd.

“Ernesto! Ernesto!”

No, that voice, he should have known.

“Ernesto!” A tall, lanky skeleton man popped out of the crowd and threw himself into a hug. “Ernesto, it’s been so long mi hermano,” he said, backing out of the hug and taking Ernesto by the shoulders. “I was so sorry to hear about your death, but now you’re here and I have so many questions.”

It was almost a shock. He was used to this once upon a time. He had 21 years of Hector flinging himself into affection, especially when excited. He couldn’t count the times he was greeted with an enthusiastic slap on the back or a welcoming hug. Once, it made him smile every time. But then, Hector died. Ernesto outlived him by 21 years and that 21 years was spent getting to know another Hector. That Hector-Creature with the grim smirk and the wicked cackle. That Hector burned itself into Ernesto’s brain and refused to leave. This Hector was right. It had been so long.

He wasn’t even entirely sure this was the right man. But then Hector grinned and he knew. This grin, the one that lit up his face like it was the most natural thing in the world, definitely belonged to the real Hector.

Ernesto glanced around. Everyone watched him, waited for his reaction. He wasn’t entirely sure how to react himself. How did these people know Hector? Did they know him well? He had 21 years to build up his own reputation, after all. Did they know how long he’d been here? If they did, Ernesto couldn’t pass him off as just another fan, not if they knew he died before Ernesto got famous. But Hector called him “hermano.” He just had to use that old nickname. He could hear people whispering about it. “I didn’t know he had a brother…” Maybe he could pass Hector off as confused. He could say Hector was mistaking him for another Ernesto. But how could someone make that mistake? He wasn’t just any Ernesto, he was Ernesto de la Cruz. He was stuck. He didn’t know how things worked here yet, but Hector had 21 years to figure it out. For once, Hector had all the leverage and Ernesto had none. But, by the look on that fool’s face, he didn’t know it.

Ernesto decided to play into Hector’s hand. “My old friend,” he laughed to everyone’s astonishment. “Walk with me.” He threw his arm around Hector and lead him away from the crowd. “Perdonanos, we’ve got some catching up to do.”

He took Hector to his dressing room and closed & locked the door. He didn’t want anyone walking in on them, just in case this was all a charade. He didn’t know what this Hector knew yet, and he didn’t want to find out with anyone listening.

Hector looked around the room and let out a long whistle. “Wow, fancy. You actually did it, huh?”

“Yes, I did.” No thanks to you. “Seems like you’re doing alright for yourself here. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see you. I did ask them to assemble the best musicians in the Land of the Dead.”

Hector sent a smile over his shoulder. “I guess I’m doing okay,” he answered, wandering around the room, exploring whatever there was to explore. “I managed to carve myself out a small place here. I’ve been playing accompaniment for other performers. Haven’t been in the spotlight myself. Haven’t written any new songs in a while either.” His expression suddenly grew solemn and he cast his eyes downward “I haven’t had the heart for it.”

What was he up to? Why would he bring up song writing? Was a confrontation about to happen right here and now? If so, Ernesto wanted to get the first and last word. “Hector, I’m not sure how much you know about my career…”

“Just that you got a record deal after I died and you became some big movie star,” Hector answered, picking things off shelves, seemingly at random, and inspecting them. “What’s that like, by the way? Films weren’t really around when I was alive and…”

What was this? Was Hector toying with him? Or did he really not know? Ernesto would never know which unless he tested the waters. “Of course, I wouldn’t have gotten there without my music,” he interrupted.

“Our music,” Hector corrected. He put down the jar of pomade he’d been fidgeting with and looked Ernesto directly in the eye. The jar clapped against the table with a sense of finality. “I know you’ve been singing my songs, Ernesto.”

This startled him. It always startled him when Hector suddenly became serious like that. “I don’t want you to be angry about it. If it’s about people assuming I wrote them then…”

“Esta bien,” Hector said with a shrug. “I know only intense music buffs like me bother to read all of the credits on the record covers. I’m sure you set the record straight whenever you could…” Hector gave him a searching look. “And now that you’re here, you can set it straight again, si?”

“Of course, mi hermano,” Ernesto answered, and immediately started planning ways to get around this.

“Listen, I’d love to talk to you about your career another time,” Hector said, taking a seat on the couch. He became serious again, but in a different way. He let out a weary sigh and his shoulders collapsed like the heavens came crashing down on them. He looked up and he seemed…aged somehow. He still had the face of a skeleton, but it wore the expression of a man who’d seen nearly everything. “Please,” he begged in barely more than a whisper. “Please, tell me you know what happened to me.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Ernesto said, taking a step closer.

“When I died…I’ve been trying to make sense of it. I was healthy, I was fine…”

“Healthy men drop dead all the time, sadly, for one reason or another,” Ernesto answered, softening his voice. “Look at me. I never saw that bell coming.” He sat down on the couch and Hector scooted over a bit to give him more room. “It’s a scary world. You never know what might get you.”

Hector shook his head and looked down at his hands folded in his lap. “My body, it’s not in Santa Cecelia. And Imelda and Coco…they haven’t put up my photo, neither one. They…they know I’m dead, don’t they?”

Hector looked at him with heartbreak in his eyes, trusting Ernesto to bring him some comfort. He has no idea. He doesn’t even suspect. All Hector wanted was for his hermano mayor to support him once again. What could Ernesto tell him? The truth? They were long past the truth. Still, he needed to say something. He was there when Hector died and logic dictated that he’d know what happened next. He cooked up a story in his brain. Now all he need to do was sell it. He thought, how would a more sensitive man act in this situation? How would Hector act? “I’m so sorry, hermanito,” he said, putting a hand on Hector’s shoulder. He hadn’t pulled out that name since Hector was 10, but he wanted to lay the affection on thick. “I did you wrong and I’ve lived with that guilt all my life.”

“What do you mean?

“You remember we didn’t have much. I couldn’t pay to ship your body back to Santa Cecelia, nor could I pay for a proper funeral. I wanted to send word to Imelda, but I didn’t want her to just open up a letter and find out she was a widow. They couldn’t wait for me to travel back and bring her up to Mexico City. They had to bury you fast, before you began to rot. I would have been the only one in attendance and I couldn’t handle it.” He clasped his hands together and rested his brow against them. He tried to force some tears, but none came. Boy, I hope my acting skills haven’t gone rusty. “I didn’t want to go through it alone. So, I couldn’t…I didn’t…”

“You didn’t attend my burial…” Hector’s face somehow fell even more.

“I am so sorry. I was weak. It is unforgivable.”

“No, I understand,” he says, gently placing a hand on Ernesto’s back. “You already had to watch me die. Were our places reversed, I’m not sure I’d have been able to handle it myself, given the circumstances.”

Ernesto could hardly believe it. This fool…this fool was trying to comfort him? He just told Hector that he let his best friend be laid to rest without a single mourner. Why didn’t he get angry? It would be so much easier if he didn’t understand; if he just got angry for once. Hate me. I killed you. I left your body alone in an alley. I told your wife you abandoned her. I am the reason you can’t go back. Hate me.

“But, Imelda…you told her?” Hector asked, watching him with searching eyes, this time looking for hope.

“Yes, I jumped right on a train and headed straight for Santa Cecelia,” Ernesto assured him. The part about jumping on a train was true, at least.

“How did she react?”

“You know Imelda,” he said, dismissively. “She doesn’t like to convey anything unless it’s righteous fury.”

Hector shook his head and looked down at his hands again. “No… not for me.”

Shit, Ernesto only remembered three moods for Imelda: anger, mild annoyance, and star-eyed mooning over her husband (with Hector wearing a matching expression of course.) “You were her husband,” Ernesto recovered. “Me? I’m just the guy who tagged along all the time.”

“Am.”

“What?”

“I am her husband,” Hector insisted, getting the strength to look him in the eye once again.

“Yes, yes, of course,” Ernesto conceded, giving Hector a light pat on the back. Apparently Hector didn’t believe in ‘til death do us part.

“What about Coco?” he asked, the solemn tone returning to his voice.

“I didn’t see Coco, only Imelda.” Another technical truth. “I lost contact with them after that. You were my only link to them and, well…”

“Did she say anything?”

“She thanked me for telling her in person and closed the door in my face.”

“If she knows, why doesn’t she put up my photo?” Hector looked close to breaking. “Is she still angry about the tour? From her letters, I thought she would forgive me. Does she hate me so much?”

“It is a mystery,” Ernesto mused, uncomfortably. It always made him uncomfortable when Hector bared his emotions so shamelessly.

Hector paused. He looked as if something just clicked in his brain. “And you…” he said, turning his head toward Ernesto. “How come you never…”

“Ah, you know me,” Ernesto quickly cut him off. “You know I didn’t believe all this when I was alive. I would have if had known, but playing your songs was my way of honoring you. It was like you were right there on stage with me the whole time.” Hector gave him a small, sad smile and Ernesto saw his escape. He wanted out of this conversation. His only intention was to find out what Hector knew. It was getting heavy now and Hector was starting to ask too many questions. “Look at us, a couple of sad sacks.” He jumped up and clapped his hands together. “This should have been a happy reunion. Two hermanos together again.”

Hector looked up, fragile smile playing on his lips.

“What are we doing?” He took Hector by the shoulders and pulled him off the couch. “Come, let’s pull ourselves together. We’re holding up rehearsal.” He threw his arm around Hector like they were still the best friends in the world. “We’ll just get through this one day and some other time, you and I will go out for some drinks. I’ll tell you all the crazy stories I have from after I got famous. It’ll be just like the old days.”

“I’d like that,” Hector answered, his smile becoming a little more solid.

Ernesto put on his movie star grin and ushered his old friend out the door. They’d get through this one rehearsal today, and he’d have Hector fired tomorrow.

“And Ernesto,” Hector said, softness still present in his voice, “thank you, for trying to take care of things after my death. It sounds like you tried everything you could to break it gently to them. I cannot thank you enough for that.”

“Of course, mi hermano,” Ernesto answered, stunned Hector was grateful for even the little he claimed to have done. “Anything for you.”

Immediately after Hector left rehearsal that day, Ernesto went to the maestro and demanded he fire Hector. The maestro was surprised and questioned why. Apparently Hector built up a reputation as a talented and dedicated guitarist. He used his Ernesto de la Cruz card and claimed that the maestro would never work in the arts district again if he ever saw Hector back here.

Apparently Hector didn’t take it well. They didn’t need to bring in security, thank God. After the show he made over catching up the day before, the last thing he needed was a scene. He did overhear the maestro describing Hector as “blown back” by the news. Ernesto watched through the window as Hector left the building and caught a glimpse of his bitter scowl as he walked away. Surely, Hector must hate him now.

Word got around. If you wanted to work in the arts district, you didn’t associate with Hector Rivera. A few still did in secret. He knew of a costumer and a violinist who still kept contact. He pretended not to know. He needed a few people to keep tabs on Hector, just in case. He heard through the grapevine that Hector’d been asking around, talking to other songwriters who claimed Ernesto de la Cruz stole their songs. So, the idiot was finally getting wise. Hector was Ernesto’s one and only murder, but he did have a history of “collaborating” with unknown talent and blacklisting them once he recorded their songs.

Not much came from Hector’s poking around. He may have figured out the truth about his songs, but he couldn’t do anything about it. After all, Ernesto was still Ernesto de la Cruz and Hector was music career poison. But, every now and again, their paths would cross. Ernesto would be out with his entourage and he’d catch a glimpse of Hector across the crowd. Occasionally, their eyes would lock and Hector would glare bitterly at his former best friend.

For a split second, Ernesto would feel a pang of something in his chest, but it’d be gone too fast for him to recognize. He’d shake it off and go right back to being the beaming celebrity who everyone loved. It was Hector’s fault, really. He had the same opportunity as Ernesto. He could have been living the high life too. But he squandered that chance. He missed his shot at celebrity while Ernesto grabbed it with both hands. And to think, he gave it all up, all because he wanted to go home.

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