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Clem Hart x Reader
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Summary: Y/n reminisces on her relationship with Clem Hart.
Warnings: semi-smut, making out, slight!anger bursts, clem saves y/n from a drunk man, y/n is nervous and timid, brief!mood swing, conflicted feelings, y/n reveals something about her past, foul language is spoken, a mix of canon and non-canon clem hart
Word Count: 3.2k
Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own
Comments, likes and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx
this fic is inspired by Jay and The Americans - This Magic Moment
text in italics are flashbacks
I've seen the show, and I've recently started the book, so I can gather a better understanding of Clem and his character whilst seeing the changes in both the show and the book. Not wanting to stray too far and bend the rules for his character completely, but me being me, I try to provide a combination of both canon and non-canon for all readers to enjoy. Also, sorry, there is no smut plot in this fic; maybe the next one :)
DT: @catswonderland, as you are the first person that has expressed an interest in my writing for Clem, I dedicate this first piece of official writing of his character to you. And as far as I can see, I am also the first writer for him, which makes it even more special. Hope you enjoy <3
I also want to make clear I do not condone nor do I accept the doing and thought of abuse and domestic violence in any kind of relationship. Those in a situation, seek help if you can and remove yourself from said situation. And if the abuser is willing to receive help and try and create a better version of themselves so they can live a happier life with themselves and with their loved ones. Nothing is never impossible. Help is always near.
It was summer. The heat had grown to high temperatures during the day, making it unable to be outside. But when it was evening, it was cool, and the mix of warmth and cold would create a heavenly atmosphere. No matter where in Australia, you will find someone sitting on their verandah drinking beers and music would be playing. A party would indeed be happening. Though at one home, it was quiet, the cicadas trilled, and the fireflies danced in the sky as the sun began its descent. A young woman, Y/n, sat on her porch chair, swaying back and forth gently with the warm breeze kissing her face. Her eyes would flutter every now and then as she rested her head back on the cushion, listening to nature around her. Her eyes fell on him, and a smile appeared while she admired his figure walking to the house as his focus was drawn to her. Even in the darkened light, she would still see the brightness in his eyes. Y/nās mind drifted back to when she first met him, š”šš« šš„šš¦ ššš«š.Ā
Now, you really wouldnāt say he was hers based on this first meeting, no more like a man who was rough around the edges and scared her off a little. At the same time, he demonstrates his slight heroic side. āOh, Iām sorry, Iām not interested.ā Y/nās timid voice broke through the pub as the drunk man didnāt take no for an answer. His hands slipped down her body Y/n tried to push the man away, but it was no use. āPlease leave me alone.ā She pleaded. A voice broke and spoke up behind them. āShe said sheās not interested, mate.ā As the man turned around to speak, the sound of a fist colliding with the manās face made Y/n flinch. Delivering a few harsh blows, the man spoke up, spit flying from his mouth as he glared at the harasser in anger. āIf I catch you harassing her again, Iāll kill you myself. Got it?!ā He shouted as Y/n eyed her saviour with a concerned gaze. His attention focused back on her while trying to steady his breathing, and he smiled slightly. āAre you alright, love?ā He asked her; his voice was rough and thick, similar to his appearanceāa long-sleeved cream shirt rolled at the elbows, light sweat built up on different sections of his body. And a scruffy but well-kept beard with that rugged charm āa true blue Australian.
Nodding her head she released a shaky breath she didnāt realise she was holding. āThank you. I, um, let me pay for your drink; itās the least I can do.ā She offered whilst grabbing some money and putting it on the counter. āI should, um, probably go; itās late, and I donāt want to attract any more unwanted attention.ā She hopped off her barstool and slid past the man; as he watched her leave, his eyes narrowed, and he downed the rest of his beer and ran after her. āHey! Hey, wait, Iām sorry if that was too much for you-ā He began speaking as Y/n turned, a nervous laugh falling from her lips. āItās okay, really. I, uh, I shouldnāt have been out in the first place. I know better.ā She tried to reassure him as he shook his head, pointing inside. āThat piece of shit in there had no right doing that. All night, heād been eyeing you. He fucking deserved it.ā Y/n blinked at the use of his foul language, and her timidness grew.Ā
And then it happened. It took me by surprise. I knew that you felt it too. By the look in your eyes.
āIām Clem, Clem Hart.ā He reached out with his hand. Y/n eyed it cautiously before slowly grasping his hand in hers and shaking it softly. Feeling the sparks she always read about in books ignite within their touch. Her eyes found his as her lips parted, a slight gasp filling the air between them. āIām Y/n.āĀ
Y/n wasnāt sure if she wanted to see Clem again after their first meeting, though he saved her from perhaps being sexually assaulted. It was the way he leapt into violence to save her. Y/n was naturally timid and shy around people enough without having her first damsel in distress situation be tangled with a man who would save her by trying to knock a man unconscious. So to say, she was surprised to see Clem driving down the road past and then driving in toward her home. She grasped her apron and threw it away, washing her hands clean of her baking ingredients. Y/n felt a sense of fear and excitement fill her as she heard the rattling of her screen door being knocked on. āBe right there!ā Her voice cracked with nervousness as she tried to steady her breathing. Approaching her door, she saw Clem standing there with his hand in his pocket. His charming smile and bright brown eyes radiated a warmth in which Y/n could easily lose herself in. She could see the danger lurking beneath the surface. The fear of getting too close in that she could easily drown. She had in the past too many times. She did not have a good history of choosing the right man to share her heart with. Her first interaction with Clem revived the familiar sense of dread within her.Ā
āHi, love. Remember me the other night at the pub?ā Clemās gentle tone made her nod slowly as she opened the door standing in the gap. āYes, I remember. Hi Clem.ā She answered, her voice quiet and nervous. He could sense her uneasiness as he shuffled on his feet. Spinning back and forth on his feet, Clem laughed lightly. āI just want to apologise again. I have moments where I justā¦ā He paused, his hand waving near his head, trying to think of the right word. āMy temper is a little uncontrolled. I did not, nor do I ever mean any harm toward you. I just hated seeing him all over you like that. So, as a sorry gift, I was hoping I could take you outāmaybe tonight? If youād let me.ā Y/n rubbed her arms; she met his eyes once again. She couldnāt remember looking away, but she must have. āUm. I was actually going to go stargazing at my favourite place. Itās a traditional thing that I do, but if thatās something you might be interested in, we can go together. I-i-if youād like.ā She stuttered slightly as Clemās smile widened as he nodded, a gentle breath of relief fell from his body. āYeah, no, sounds great. Um, what time should I come back?ā Y/n looked over her shoulder at the clock ticking away; it was three in the afternoon. Was that really the time already? āHow does seven work for you?ā She asked, her smile brightening slightly. āSeven it is, love.ā
Y/n scrambled around her room with her towel wrapped around her waist as she looked through her dresses. The spring air was warm, but the cool breeze offered some relief; thankful for the weather, Y/n found a simple lavender dress. It was one of her favourites, inspired by the 50s, and it brought her a smile when she first laid eyes on the garment. If you look inside her home, it is filled with anything vintage and old-fashioned that she adores, but there isnāt anything in her home that wasnāt from the eras of the 50s through to the 70s. Making sure her light makeup was applied right and her hair was straightened and brushed neatly.
Y/n smiled at her reflection before walking out and putting on her lavender flat shoes; she gazed at her clock, seven on the dot, just as she heard the car engine of Clemās vehicle pull up. Switching off all the lights, Y/n walked out and locked her door as she turned around to meet Clem, who walked toward her with a small bouquet of native australian flowers in his hand. āWell, Y/n, donāt you look gorgeous on this fine evening.ā He complimented Y/n, who blushed, avoiding his eyes as she looked at the flowers. A soft gasp escaped her as she admired them. āClem, these are beautiful. Iāve never received flowers from any man before. Iām a little taken back.ā She admitted as Clem frowned, his eyes studying her facial expression. āWell, obviously, the men in your past were dickheads. Pathetic, really.ā The rough tone returned as Y/n looked at him with a nervous gaze.
āSorry. Iāll uh try to be a suitable date tonight. Here, let me.ā He led her around to the passenger side and opened the door for her as she climbed inside. Watching him close the door and walk around, Y/n quietly ran her fingers over the flower petals. āIāve never seen these before. Iāve grown up in the outback but never came across these flowers.ā She murmured as Clem smiled, reversing back as he turned to look at her briefly. āWell, lucky for you, I am a man who knows his flowers. Now, where am I headed?ā He asked as Y/n gave him the directions; he followed her words and drove to their destination. Climbing out of the car, Clem noticed a lake up ahead as he grabbed an esky and picnic blanket from the back of his car and carried it. As he set up their sitting area, he watched Y/n move her fingers in the air, feeling the gum tree leaves blow in the evening wind. āYou really are one with nature, arenāt ya?ā He pointed out, resting his hands on his knees. Y/n turned around as she walked back and sat beside him. āMy mum and dad owned a cattle farm in the middle of nowhere. I grew up surrounded by wildlife, and the beautiful and harsh weather came from the outback. It was only natural that I would be; I loved every moment of it. And my mum and dad were the best. Every day was an adventure with them. I do miss them.ā Her voice wavered as she spoke about her parents. Clem sighed, looking around; his eyes changed from their brightness and went solemn. āYour childhood soundsā¦perfect. I wish I had that.ā His eyes landed on the lake. āYou were fortunate you had loving parents. There isnāt many.ā Y/n stretched her hand out to his but curled her fingers back, resting it beside his. She looked at the black sky. A silence fell around them as they observed the stars sparkling for them. āSo this is a tradition for you?ā Clem asked, breaking the silence Y/n nodded with a smile.
This magic moment. So different and so new.
āOn this day, the north star shines its brightest every year. I would always sneak out and find the perfect tree, climb up and gaze until it showed itself. I tried to do it withā¦others, but they never shared a liking. Couldnāt even pretend to.ā Clem turned his head down to look at their hands, a smirk built on his lips as he moved closer. The edge of his fingers brushed hers. An uneven breath came from Y/n as she stared at him. Clem smiled; the light sparkle in his eyes made her heart race. āDonāt be afraid, love.ā He leaned forward, the tip of his nose nudging hers with a gentle caress. Reaching up with his other hand, the roughness of his fingertips slipped over the softness of her cheek.
Was like any other. Until I kissed you.
āYouāve been kissed before, havenāt you?ā He whispered as his lips skimmed hers, sending a shiver through her body. With a shy nod like cotton had filled her mouth, she was unable to form any words. Cradling her cheek, the anticipation hanging in the air grew; Y/nās heart was beating violently; she thought that perhaps Clem could hear it. The throbbing in her ears made it hard for her to comprehend anything if Clem spoke to her. Slightly resting his head on hers, Clemās lips found hers in a breath-stealing kiss. Y/n felt her body grow weightless; a small moan escaped suddenly, and all her nerves left her system. Feeling brave for once in her life, she welcomed the gesture of affection from a man. Whatever cautions she had about Clem Hart disappeared, only in that moment.
āYou are lost in your thoughts again, love.ā His voice broke through as she blinked rapidly; she gave him a shake of her head with a smirk dancing on her lips. āI was; they were about you, as a matter of fact.ā She stated Clem grinned, stepping up the verandah with a grin resting his hip on the railing and crossing his arms. āOh, what a lucky man I am. Even when I'm here, you still think about me in the past tense.ā He gave a light laugh as he threw himself on the chair beside her, sweeping her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. āSo, where did you get to before I interrupted?ā He asked her Y/n sighed lightly before finding his eyes and gazing at him. āOur first kiss.ā
It wasnāt until their three-month anniversary that Y/n witnessed the change in Clem. He had taken her to Thornfield, and it was a tense meeting. She could see the estranged relationship he had with his mother. Though Y/n was the kind-natured girl she was raised to be, she tried to diffuse the tension but unfortunately did no good. When June pulled her aside, warning her of Clemās violent behaviour, Y/nās caution came back; June explained his abusive nature and told her to place some distance between herself and Clem for her own good. The drive home was quiet, but Y/n could feel the anger radiating off Clem, his hands gripping the steering wheel in a murderous grip. When Y/n saw Clem driving to his home instead of hers, she frowned in confusion. āClem? Honey, why are we at your home?ā She raised her hand to touch his shoulder. Clemās jaw clicked as he turned to face her. The darkness washed over his face as he released an unnerving but calm breath. āI realised I donāt have enough petrol to get to your place. Mine was closer.ā He climbed out of the car as Y/n followed suit; when he noticed she was lingering back, he smiledāreaching out with his hand. āItās alright, love. You donāt have to be afraid.ā Taking his hand, she let him lead her inside. āClem, do you need to talk about anything.ā Clem rummaged through his drawers as if searching for something, mumbling to himself. When he couldnāt find what he was looking for, he grabbed a drawer and threw it across the room. The loud crash made Y/n jump. Clemās heavy breathing filled the room as he slammed his fists down on the desk. āFucking bitch! You know what, screw her. Donāt need her, donāt need any of it. I have you, love. Thatās all that matters.ā He breathed the sudden change back to his sweet self, making Y/n step back.Ā
Seeing her retreat, Clem walked toward her. āNo, no, no. Please, please donāt leave.ā Y/n shook her head, her back hitting the wall. āYour mother told me about your abusive side. She warned me that I should leave.ā She whispered. Clem laughed, nodding. āYeah, of course she did. I would never hurt you. I swear itāmy sweet girl.ā He murmured, holding her face in his hands, his touch making her eyes fall shut. āYou never have to be afraid of me. I love you; you donāt hurt the people you love.ā Y/n swept her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, pulling him closer. The atmosphere changes as the couple lock eyes, pressing her to the wall; Clem kissed her with a fierceness leaving her breathless. This kiss was different; this wasā¦raw. Y/nās legs were wrapped around his waist as he picked her up, pinning her hips to the wall with his palms. āI want to believe you.ā She voiced between their kisses. Clem trailed his kisses along her neck. His pelvis ground into hers with a roughness that made her moan, her arms wrapped securely around his shoulders. Her soft gasps and his heavy pants filled his living room. Clem moved his hands up her torso.Ā
Feeling the smooth skin under her shirt, Y/n was lost in her own desire; she didnāt care. Her bubbled nerves and warning signs were ignored. āI promise Iāll never hurt you.ā He looked into her eyes, and Y/n could see the conflicted emotions swirling in the hazel gaze. Y/n smiled, her fingers tracing his cheek, and gave him a nod. āIāll hold you to your promise. But the moment you turn back on your promise. I leave. And I wonāt come back.ā Clem swallowed heavily, a shaky breath escaping his trembling lips. Even though no words were spoken, the message and answer was clear. He will never hurt her.
Softer than a summer night (softer than a summer night)
Everything I want to have (everything, everything)
Whenever I hold you tight
āAnd I have held that promise. Youāve accepted my past and what I went through with my mother. And you knew about me. And youāve made me a better man for it. I donāt want to be someone who uses violence and abuse to get what they want. I had to break the cycle; I just needed someone to come along and show me the way.ā The love in his voice made her heart flutter. Moving off her chair to sit in Clemās lap, he welcomed her with a warm embrace, his fingers tracing her hands with heart shapes. āWhen you forgive, you in no way change the past - but you sure do change the future. That was something my father always used to say; he suffered, too, from my grandfather. I had seen him hit my mum a couple of times. They would fight too sometimes, and then one day, my father said enough after he accidentally hit me in a fit of anger. And that was it; he changed.ā Clem brushed his thumb along the apple of her cheek, his eyes welled with tears. āYou never told me that.ā Y/n shook her head, resting it on his shoulder. āI didnāt think youād ever want to hear it. Itās hard enough living your own trauma without hearing about someone elseās.ā Clem kissed the crown of her head as they both watched the sun disappear behind the distant hills.
āThanks, love.ā Y/n hummed gently, her hand holding his.Ā
āFor what, sweetheart?ā She asked. āš šØš« š¬ššš²š¢š§š š°š¢šš” š¦š.ā
āPicking up strays now?ā You pushed the needle through the mangled flesh and pulled the suture tight. Your comrade said nothing and continued to wipe down the blade of his katana. āItāll be a miracle if he survives this anyway. Waste of my time.ā There came a groan from above where you worked, but you didnāt allow yourself to look toward the source. You might actually feel sorry for him otherwise.Ā
Blade had walked away, his absence a noticeable shift in the room. What the hell had he been thinking, bringing a human to the warehouse? What if you hadnāt had your serum? All the blood. You would have finished what had already been started.Ā
From what you could see, there were no bites. The vamps had been fucking with him, prolonging his suffering for some twisted satisfaction it would bring once they had finally decided to drain him. Still, Blade should have left him. It would have been ruled an animal attack, accidental death.Ā
You tied off the last suture, distantly grateful the stranger had remained, for the most part, blissfully unaware. He likely would have died from traumatic shock and pain. Standing back, you placed your hands on your hips with a huff. You had to clean him up or all your hard work would be for naught. You needed to start an IV for fluids and antibiotics, hoping to hell that the medical stocks contained what you needed. Blade had been busier than usual, which led to a great deal of wound care and no time to replenish your inventory.Ā
You were wiping down the strangerās neck, blood having splattered all the way to his lower face, when he stirred. You retracted your hand swiftly, watching impassively as his face twisted into a pained grimace before his eyes fluttered open. You werenāt really expecting such a vivid shade of blue.Ā
āWhereā¦the fuck?ā Bleary eyes studied the areas he could see without turning his head. āThat wasā¦some strong shit.ā He likely meant whatever it was he had been smoking before the attack. You could smell it on him easily, lingering just below the blood and the stench of the vamps that had attacked him.Ā
āYouāre safe here.ā You stated flatly, holding his gaze when his eyes found yours. āWhen youāve healed, weāll drop you off and you can continue your life.ā He didnāt reply. Blinking slowly, his eyes were wide and anything but fearful. More curious. āStop staring.ā
āYouāreā¦fucking hot.ā He slurred, strong enough to offer you a lopsided grin.Ā
āIām going to blame the blood loss.ā
āDonāt beā¦like that, baby. Youāreā¦smokinā.ā His eyelids were already drooping.Ā
āYou should rest. Iāll start an IV.ā You turned to walk away, sighing deeply when you heard the weak āheyā from behind you. āYeah?ā
āWhatāsā¦your name?ā His eyes were closed and his head was slowly lolling to the side, but he continuously fought to move it back.Ā
āDoesnāt matter.ā You dismissed the question without remorse.Ā
āIāmā¦Joshua. Josh. But mostā¦peopleā¦ call me Scud.ā And he was out, deep breaths through slightly parted lips. Tilting your head, you eased closer but still maintained a respectable distance. Scud? What the hell kinda nickname was that? He was handsome, you couldnāt deny that. Dark, shaggy hair. Lean muscle and strong shoulders. And those blue eyes. Some instinct, though, told you he was a live wire, a brain that never stopped and lacked a filter. Judging by the scent of weed that clung to his very skin, he had found a buffer for that.Ā
āY/N.ā You told his unconscious form after another heavy sigh. āMy name is Y/N.ā He likely didnāt hear you, but at least you could affirm that you did indeed tell him your name.Ā
And with that, you retreated to the stock room to gather what was needed to keep that inevitable pain in your ass alive.Ā
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Summary: Out of all the places in the world, out of all the women in world..
Number of words-(Donāt care)
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One-shot:
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~You actually saw her.Shit, she see you - Chris
^ Yeah I saw her.No she didnāt see me; hid behind a trash-can - Ryan
~Trash can! Goddamn your stupidš - Chris
Ryan wouldāve blushed to his ears if his friends ālaughing faceā had anything to clue in on a physical conversation, as it were, the poor guy just frowned at his phone.
__Three yrs ago
{ Iāve tried to be patient with you when it comes to getting our own place,
Iāve tried to keep calm when it comes to you going out partying with the guys & girls be around yāall; the bullshit stops now.
Once your back on tour next month things will be dropped off an taken back; the dog is being kept with me- Liz }..
Reading an re-reading the letter was all Ryan could do before thumping into a kitchen-table chair from shock; tears blooming in chocolate eyes.
__Present day
Ryan laid on his cotton couch with a cigarette between lips; the man was trying to do things that made him feel normal in an abnormal day.
__4 hrs ago
Go for a walk in the park, get a cup of coffee & then head home; the plan was simple an easy to follow.The plan was ruined.
Never in Ryanās life did he think seeing Liz would happen.The manās breath hitched.
Ryan blamed the mind-fog as a side-effect from his troubled breathing as he didnāt know how it happened; hiding behind a trash can to not be spotted by Liz.
__Three yrs ago
The knocks kept coming, the callouts kept coming; Ryan wouldāve gotten the door for Chris if had the energy.
It wasnāt known how many minutes ticked away before Chris decided to use the hidden house-key, it was however known that Ryan felt appreciation for his friend that still wanted to check on him because he cared about his wellbeing.
__Present day
With a little sigh Ryan sat up on his couch & put out his cigarette within an ashtray atop of a wood coffee-table; the little normal things couldnāt help to feel normal.
__4 hrs ago
Watching an oblivious woman any day would be considered stupid, watching an oblivious woman behind a trash can would be considered psycho; Ryan wanted to get swallowed by a black-hole.
Black baseball hat, black leather trench-coat over black crop-top & black jeans; Liz still gave off a beautifulness with any clothing.After a few seconds it was seen that the red-white sneakers were being worn..
- ^ You gonna ever get tired of those? ^, it wasnāt so much a question as it was mockery.Liz, like the mature woman that she was, stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend for a moment.{ My favorite shoes can go with me on any adventure } -
__Three yrs ago
~..Iāve got a confession.I knew Liz was going to be leaving~.Here it was, here was the bomb that stopped the silence between friends sitting at the kitchen table.Ryan, while still silent, turned his head quickly to Chris; gulping, the man under watchful eyes started up again with telling about secret turmoil.~..Talked to Liz on the matter two weeks ago.I thought the conversation showed promise of her changing her mind~.
^ I get it, I donāt like it, but I get it in why you kept things quiet ^.Nothing more was said from Ryan, this was fine with Chris though as he sat with his friend in a relieved silence.
__Present day
Seeing the phone laying on the soft carpet by his feet, Ryan decided it was time to use it again.With a deep breath the phone went to social media; Lizās IG-account & to her DM..
^ Been a while, then again of course it has.I rather make a call or txt, however donāt know if youāve got the same numberā¦
Look, I hid behind a trash can today so you wouldnāt see me at the park, yes I know this sounds weirdā¦
Hope you give a reach outā¦ ^
Hard grip on phone, followed by a heartbeat within ears was all that could be experienced; Ryan, after some clarity, decided to wait a few days before checking for a response.
__Five days later
Sitting on a wooden-bench, honey eyes not looking ahead but to the side at something, black hair falling straight to the top of shoulders, Corona held in a fair-olive skinned hand that was touching red-painted lips; Ryan didnāt realize that one of Lizās friends was with her at the park the very day he saw her again an decided to take a picture.
__3 mins later
{ My number has changed.
Saw me at the park but hid like a dumb-fuck, not even surprised }..
To say Ryan had been surprised by getting a response would be an understatement, while he hoped to get one it was also a nagging feeling that nothing would happen.
Looking at the screen for a few more seconds, Ryan had set to work on a response while he had hope swell in himself; second chanceās were hard to come by..
^ Thanks for getting in touch...
Number changed, noted..
We really need to talk about something else instead of my embarrassment at the park.How have things been with youā¦^
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F.Oc- (No, Y/N)
Summary: Relationships equal art; constantly being made & re-made..
Number of words- (Donāt care)
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One-shot:
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*Luv u, miss u & see u at dinner šš
Colson chuckled when receiving the message, a message that was really needed.Today wasnāt such a good day for the man, he already did a workout, only to be unsatisfied with his stress level still the same.
__Two days ago
ā.. Wha-what are you talking about right now?ā, the stuttering and not-so happy face said it all; Meganās pissed, Colsonās prayer for calmness meant nothing & the third-party will get brutalized in some form.āThereās someone elseā, seen as things seemed to be taking a bad turn the man just ran with being blunt.
ā..H-how long?ā, the stuttering continues, possibly wonāt leave till the conversation ends; Colson looks at his lap for a moment & the third-party stifles wanting to fidget in their seat on the couch.āA monthā.
__Present day
Check Ig- Ashleigh
Standing alone in the gym parking lot had now increased said-stress, Colson had a good idea of what his friend was hinting at.
Shit will happen later- Kells
__Two days ago
ā..Who-who is she or do I not know her?ā, the question anyone in this predicament would dread, Colson though took it on without blinking.āNah, weāre not gonna get into who she is or what she doesā.
ā..Least I tried for an answerā, with a sigh Megan reached for her glass of champagne on the mini-table within the living-room, while taking her dark eyes off the couple in front of her it was missed the quick glance.
__Present day
Pulling out a cigarette and lighter from a pants pocket Colson sat on the hood of his car while the cellphone stayed un-used in his lap.Inhale, exhale is all the man did for five-minutes on his cigarette, not doing anything else so as not to disturb his thoughts.
ā..48hrs ago I was once an engaged woman of over a yr, 48hrs ago I was told the engagement is over ācause a slutās been chosen instead.Cheating should never be excused when found itās happened one-time, cheating should definitely never be excused when found itās been happening for a month. Iāve done nothing but be supportive for friends/ family of @ machinegunkelly in following their dreams, Iāve done nothing but love friends/ family of @ machinegunkelly within good/ bad times; no response of apologies for the horrible pain thatās being undergone.One of my own ppl has even decided to give the silent-treatment during this painful time; yr assistant @ black-rose. Gonna take a break from social an Los Angeles, for how long on either not sureā
Blue eyes ice-cold, smoke from a cigaretteās last drag leaving mouth & hands twitching; yeah, nobody would want to be around Colson right now.Anybody can disrespect the man if they want, now if anybody disrespects the manās friends & family then itās game-over; Megan obviously doesnāt remember this lesson.
Waist-length black hair in a slight wavy mess, no make-up, long-sleeve black jacket over white crop-top, light-blue colored blue jeans & translucent heels; Megan never looked so offsetting.ā..Getting the rest of my stuff will happen when able to find a new placeā, with this said Colson just gave a nod of acceptance an took back the second-house key as it wasnāt needed seen as once a text was given with the pick-up date he would open the front-door for the movers.
__Present day
ā..Well this is embarrassing, not for me though but for
1. Non-trusting-(why we were āalways togetherā at tours or parties), 2. Temper-mental-(had to leave rooms so as not to get hurt with things thrown at me or had to leave so as not to be the type of guy to a hit a woman, even though attacks would serve as self-defense) etc.
The answer of cheating & if Iām still with my āslutā..
Cheating did happen for a month but thereās no regret.Iām actually still with my āslutty girlā an happily so.
āGonna take a break from social an Los Angelesā, fan-fucking-tastic the world an this city will be free from troubleā
Getting off the hood an taking a releasing-breath felt good, getting into the driver-seat to go home an take a shower before heading out to dinner felt great.
__Three days later
Posts by the split-couple were read an re-read.People were in a frenzy of emotions; shock, sadness, anger & happiness.
Megan didnāt have a single ālikeā; first for her with a selfie.The matter of ācommentā more than made up for the ānon-likeā as people, especially EST had something to say.Despite everything being done nothing was given from the talked-on woman; sheās kept to her word of silence on social & so far nothingās been known in news of where sheās at either.
āYou should be ashamed of yourself.Leaving me in bed is a crimeā, the smirk could be heard, not in anyway needed to be seen; Rose snorted in amusement.*Immediately shaking in fear for the jail-time given*, inked-arms came from behind to fold over sight-plump waist while a teasing-breath landed on an ear.āShake in fear.Jail-time, life-sentenceā.
*Col, you want an omelette or coffee*, a sigh came from the man in question.āWhat I want is for you to stop worrying, donāt even try to deny that you areā.The atmosphere became tense, not the free- flowing hilarity it was.
*When people know of us, fully, god things will further change.Megan sure will try to use a spin-technique in order to help herself get back to peopleās graces*, the light-sizzling of the omelette cooking was the only thing keeping noise while the couple were silent in their thoughts.āThings will be alright.People that do have half-the-truth are already on my-side, on our-side, even if itās not known yet.Megan can try to say shit but sheās gonna fail at it thoughā.
Colson gently nudged at Roseās waist so she could face him.āGo back to bed, Iāll be up there soon after breakfast is finishedā, the smile received was soft, full of love an it made the manās heart melt.
Once again the kitchen was quite save for the light-sizzling in the pan.Colsonās blue eyes wondered the breakfast-bar; unused ingredients to make another omelette on either side of the sink that had a few dishes from last night.
In his thoughts while flipping the omelette onto a plate an starting to make another, Colson was grinning; thinking back on everything the last few days once again would do this, especially when thinking on the pictures, ego-boost an all.Five pictures were sent an nothing would change the manās mind about using different ones; Rook, Baze, Slim, Dub, Ashleigh were all in groups looking like enthusiastic-idiots: smiling wide, grinning, smirking around either a living-room or pool & Rose looked drop-dead-gorgeous: honey-blonde hair over one-shoulder looked like a halo that set-off her natural light-golden skin, crimson-cutout dress fitted like a second-skin as it showed off the curvy-body that never went untouched by greedy-lips or hands, golden-set jewelry was the topping as it was a gift finally used within a personal message a few days ago for a show of what awaited at an outing-dinner.
Second omelette down, Colson made his way to the bedroom, grin gone but smile on; breakfast-in-bed was the new order of things, it was concluded.
(ex wife-husband/ talk of cheating, ex girlfriend-boyfriend, language & talk of alcoholism)
Did this story on my own, title on my own.Pics came from, Pinterest & Ig.
F.Oc-(No, Y/N)
Summary: New name, new face and new lifeā¦
Number of words-(Donāt care)
_________
Two-shot:
_________ Pt.1 :
..2016
Whatās the secret to the right words for oneās damn honesty and not sound heartless?; the question kept plaguing Oliverās mind since this morning.Never had being intoxicated sounded so good.
ā..I made mistakes & Fucked up loads, but I dedicated my life to Hannah.I saw so much potential in that girl & built her a business, I would of done anything.We can get into the little details that will sound bad with no context, but we donāt need to.The relationship ended because Hannah did something I couldnāt forgive.I never wanted anyone to know because even though itās hard for me to love her right now, I doā
The answer was found, nothing is ever really easy to put softly, especially with the thingās being dealt with.Oliver knew at the end of the day he seemed to blame Hannah an the douchebag more, but how could he not when the choiceās at the end of the day were made by them, Hannah especially.
..10 days later
ā..We had a really bad marriage.He was unfaithful to me throughout entire relationship with strippers and after the first of unfaithfulness I found out about, I just lost my mindā
To say say Oliver was ājust madā would be an understatement.Reading an re-reading is all the man could do during the time on his brotherās couch, poor Tom was only able to breathe but not utter a word.
āYou know, Iām not even surprised that sheād do this, in making her statement more of āOliverās horrible-speechā.God, Hannahās playing a great game to take notice off of herself in the wrongs sheās doneā.Nothing more could be said, nothing, this hurt the most for the once outgoing man, meanwhile his brother could only put a hand on his shoulder for encouragement that he wasnāt alone in anything.
..3 months later
ā..Not everything last forever, thatās what Iām finding out during this year.Iām single again, different reason though.Not an ounce of regret in dating a month after my divorce.Alissaās someone thatās cute, weird & she showed to be a pretty good teacher of not giving up in wanting to find good thingsā
Finally, something good to put out into the world, even if a little bittersweet.Looking outside of the coffee shop Oliver couldnāt help having a little smile on his face.
..1 week later
ā..Saying goodbye is not something Iām good at but it needs to be done.Oliver & I had a wonderful time together, no doubts about this.Breaking up is mutual, we could only do so much to help each other.I hope all goes well for Oliverā
Alisa couldnāt help but let out a few tears once the bittersweet truth was done, she really wanted to be stronger than this.Looking at her dad in encouragement the young woman felt better when seeing her dadās best smile in their kitchen.
_________ Pt.2 :
..Feb17/2022
Lots of things had changed over the past couple of years.Oliver was happy- happy with himself, happy with friends,happy with family and happy with his love-life.
Laying within a king-sized bed oblivious to the outside world was none other than Oliver and his girlfriend of almost two years, Stassi Stone.Fluffy brunette-bed head, grey t-shirt, tattooed arms & black boxers; Oliver looked too good for the early morning, the twenty-four year old pouted as she knew that she looked messy.
Snickers fell out from Oliver in seeing his girlfriendās face, she was so cute pouting.Stassi was never a morning person.āMorninā luvā, man couldnāt help but tease, to which the tormented girl just grunted an swept herself in blankets that covered her head.
āMusic video is getting put up today, gotta make a call for my store to be vigilant about a delivery order and then rest of the day is oursā.Oliver might as well have been counting things out on his fingers or on a bulletin board, the thought makes Stassi smirk.
..10:00 am
āDamn, lookinā goodā.Knowing how the store got a mess when restored, it was a miracle that the place looked clean of boxes.Coming to the store was one of Stassiās favorite pastimes, she just loved to visit the workers and offer help when could.
Oliver had just came back inside the building from taking a work-story Ig pic, not once though was he surprised to see Stassi sitting at her favorite place, the counter.āI was gonna see you at home luvā, while coming out as a scold, nothing could deny it was playful when seeing the little grin.
..5 minutes later
Oliverās car and Stassiās motorcycle waited patiently for their owners to deliver them to the next destination; the couple having decided to take a ride to a local coffee shop after not being needed for anything else with the clothing store.
..15 minutes later
āRealized what today wasā, the statement wasnāt mean but blunt.Stassi stopped mid-sip of her coffee, looking at Oliver for a few seconds afterwards.ā..Iām just glad that the day is passing by normallyā.
Eight months, eight months of no alcohol.Stassi had problems with drinking since she was a teenager, going into to the āparty-lifeā as a way to escape problems.Meeting Oliver really helped to put priorities in place.
āIām really proud of youā.Stassi looked at Oliver with a tiny smile, a blush to the face before looking out the window to people-watch.
Looking at how his love became so pretty with the sunlight from the window made Oliver set his mind.āWe should go, the dayās too nice to waste insideā.
..20 minutes later
Warm and green; going to a park was such a nice idea of Oliverās.Laying down with black sunglasses on was all Stassi needed to be comfortable on the soft grass.
Oliver was happy to give the woman he loved a moment of peace.Stassi having gone through the age-old hell of trying an failing to keep steady with a job due to her addiction.Thinking back on things pained the man as he truly never again wanted to see Stassi fall, however if she did then heāll help pick up the pieces.
..10 minutes later
Snickering comes from Stassi once having used her phone to take a photo.Oliver never has interest in taking pictures, least not anymore, he rather only deal with such things for the store or when collecting some commentary from doing concerts.
āYou took a pictureā.The frown on his face made Oliver look cute in Stassiās opinion.ā..Itās not a bad oneā.A soft sigh came forth from Oliver before he looked at her from where he lay at Stassiās feet, this being the only indication needed that the man was curious.
Oliver seeing the picture couldnāt help but smile a little.Looking over at Stassi the man saw she wasnāt paying attention to him anymore and this gave an idea.
Mid-back length black hair, porcelain skin, chocolate eyes & tattooed sleeve; Stassi was a gorgeous thing of nature.
..5 minutes later
ā..Iām not here to talk on new music projects or store business, itās been done already.Iām here to talk about my relationship thatās been going on for close to two years. Hereās this twenty-three yr old thatās sitting on a bench looking a mess, needing but not asking for help.Iāve been through tough times in my personal life, in my career, seeing someone thatās showing signs of similarities always makes me feel compassionate. Stassi didnāt just get help from me, Stassi gave help to me too.In the times of silence Iād think that all thereās going to be is me and never will I get truly close to someone again like Hannah or Alissa, the mind isnāt always your friend. Today marks my luvs milestone of being eight monthās sober.Canāt say enough about how proud I amā
Never before has Oliver felt so elevated in giving out a posting, that then turned to one more elevated post.Things were gonna change once again, itāll be okay though, this the man knew instantly.
Looking at Stassi put a little smile once again on Oliverās face.āLetās go homeā.Not questioning anything Stassi followed her man to the vehicles and went to their āfinal destinationā.
..11:00pm
Not a single post went without ālikeā.Black hair over shoulders blending into top-half of second-skin dress, full sleeve in glory of black, grey, red & pink design; Oliverās point-of-view underneath.Non.bed-head brunette, grey t-shirt & no tattooed arms shown; Oliver still looked handsome as ever laying down on the grass while kissing at a womanās knee; white top, porcelain stomach out for the sun to touch & baby-blue ripped-up knee jeans; Stassi had a way of still looking nice even with half her body showing.
While the post were getting ālikeā, in all honesty it was the ācomment sectionā that was really making a dent in things.Anyone who had an opinion was willing to let it out and thankfully the āgood commentsā were outweighing the ābad commentsā.
Did this story on my own, title on my own & pics came from, Pinterest & Ig
F.Oc-(no, y/n)
Summary: Secretās always have a way to come forthā¦
Number of words-(Donāt care)
_________
One-shot:
_________
Pls come, I miss u babyš
God, how Maya felt annoyed looking at the txt, frown set on her face.The young woman sighed, she knew what was gonna come from her decision an the asshole later will be paying her back; dinner,Heineken & weed.
Iām coming asshole š
__ 5 days later
Happy u r hereš
Maya loved that her man wanted to spend time with her, however she knew the undertones if sheād not accept his offer to come see him; non-stop txt, calls & calls to other friends to get another helping hand to get his girlfriend to come see him.The asshole was a lot of work, he however made Maya happy, hence why she puts up with chaos.
Fixing her mid-back length black hair into a ponytail, Maya had found herself looking into the floor-length mirror within the hotel room.She didnāt always have the best view of her appearance, ever since meeting Chris though things were changing.Smiling, Maya was quick to send a pic to her love an continued to get ready for the payback dinner date.
__2 days later
Iām glad u came to the concert.See u in the frontš
The people wore some kind of dark clothing, Maya felt confident in her choice, she didnāt really want to bring attention to herself; black glasses balanced on nose, makeup done naturally on porcelain skin, black long-sleeve shirt with white designs, black skinny jeans & grey Creepers.Lights dimmed, crowd mumbled in excitement & Maya felt her heart beat like it was in a race; the concert for, Motionless In White was now upon everyone.
The bang of a drum, strum of a guitar, screams of the crowd; Motionless In White was already becoming a bigger hit as the seconds passed.Maya had to cover her ears for a time, not able to help herself in rolling her eyes at abandoning earplugs.There they were, the full group of legends all upon the stage; Vinny Mauro(drummer), Ryan Sitkowski(lead guitarist), Ricky Olson(rhythm guitarist), Justin Morrow(bass guitarist) & Chris Motionless(frontline vocals).
Five songs in and people were already doing a mosh-pit, adrenaline was going strong.Maya was all for the energy, she loved to sway to the music an close her eyes in bliss.It was never realized that when she was within her own world that a good looking blonde had been watching her from time to time.
The crowd kept cheering, kept moshing and Maya kept rolling with the flow.The good looking blonde still couldnāt take his eyes off her an decided to do something about it, however going about doing it was a great shock.āSorry people but Iāve got to interrupt the festivities.For two years now Iāve been seeing someone.Iāve now become this sickly-sweet love guy an have no regrets about itā.
Drop.fucking.dead is all Maya wanted to do.The poor womanās head was starting to spin, funny enough she didnāt light a joint yet.Two years was close enough outta the, baby-stage, how things were in getting brought up though was madness.
__1 day later
Chris knew he would be in the doghouse, he knew as soon as he put things on stage that heād been seeing someone, Maya would go for his ass.Not talking & not looking in Chrisā direction even when heās in the room; Maya was silently torturing him.
Click, click; the only message of the world between two individuals was from a camera.Running a hand through his short dyed-blonde hair Chris got an idea while looking at the photo he took of Maya looking naturally beautiful in having just went on the terrace to spark a joint.
In the doghouse right now, no fucking surprise here (lol).I really do like to say that how things came about yesterday couldāve waited, like today as a matter of fact.
Not much time is given when on tour, I lost my mind a bit once able to see my lovely @manicmaya.Met my other half outside a bar two years ago, I still remember how she looked; glasses, no makeup, shoulder-length hair, stained grey shirt (some douche not paying attention where he was walking), white skinny jeans & black boots.
Been through so many things already that could break any couple but with us it didnāt; depression, Weed & binging alcohol.Does Maya still smoke a joint or drink a beer, yes, I however donāt care as long as she stays to the steps for herself to be safe.
Love this woman of mine with all my being- Cš
By sending the post out, Chris felt like it was a step for himself taking responsibility for being a fucking idiot to the entire world in how he handled things the other day.He really didnāt want his woman mad at him anymore.
āI really donāt know what to do with you sometimesā.Maya looked at Chris with a raised brow from where she stood at the opening leading out to the terrace.Her crazy man couldnāt stop the grin on his face.ā..Worth every moment of those times you donāt know what to do with meā.
All became right with the world as Chris was able to get up from the squishy-hotel bed an hold Maya.Others on the social network had a different experience.
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