The Smolder

I know not who you are, nor how i came to find you, but may i just say . . .hi. how ya doin'? 30 years old || Security Guard

[presley-monroe-blog]

“Happy Birthday, Carolyn dahling.” Carolyn smiled into her drink. “Have you come to wish me happy birthday dahling. Did you bring me a gift?” She smirked.

[flynntheflirt]

“Both” He grinned at the dangerously beautiful lady “Happy Birthday - let’s get wasted” he held up 3 bottles of expensive liquor “I got these from that bar you like on the outside” he grinned, walking up to her “How’s the Birthday Girl doing?”

[little-drop-of-sunlight-blog]

“I was a little iffy on the colors this time…. but I think I like it.   What do you think?”

[flynntheflirt]

“well . . .” he stared at the painting - he’d never really known much about art, only the stuff he’d seen Spinelli do, and even then he was clueless “It’s definitely got something  . . . uhm . . . a . . . je ne sais quoi” he nodded “Oh! I know, it’s definitely got a lot of colours“ he turned to her with a cheeky grin, completely expecting to get a slap for that

[girlwhorunswithfists]

Spinelli liked the way his rough beard felt on the tips of her fingers, and on the corners of her lips. She liked how he smelled, even if it was laced with dirt. It was just Flynn. His everything dragged her in. Her fingers nestled themselves in his hair as she lifted his face to look at him again. He seemed so happy, but sad.

“I know. I wouldn’t be here if…” Her voice was low, barely a whisper. Even though she was pretty sure all the rumours were true now, she was just too far in. Stuck in his presence. Maybe she would have to be more than enough for him, if that was even possible. Spinelli knew she was a fuck up, the runt of the litter, and even sitting on his lap right this moment made her feel weak. She needed some control back. “What do I need to do to be… better?” Spinelli’s voice was weak, hushed, she wanted to know and she couldn’t stop from showing her true self to Flynn in that small moment.

[flynntheflirt]

He didn’t pressure her to talk, he knew that if she needed to say something, not even God could stop her. Besides, just having her back in his place was more than he could ever have hoped for, so everything that came after was a bonus. When she finally asked him, he thought he’d misheard “What?” he looked at her, perplexed and scanning her face to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Had she seriously just said that to him? “Spin, what the hell are you talking about? Better?” a moment ago he didn’t think he could speak, but he found it was all to easy to when looking at her 

She looked so fragile, so hurt. This was all because of him. if anyone he should be the one asking that, but his pride would never allow it. “Spin, you don’t need to be better. That’s a filthy word. Especially coming from the mouth of someone as amazing as you.” he could see in her face that she didn’t really believe him, and he couldn’t blame her after what he at least thought he did “I don’t want you to think for a fucking second that you need to be better, that’s for those people who want to prove something to people who don’t matter. they want the world to look at them and go “now that person did it right”, 

“well fuck that. I think you’re damn amazing exactly the way you are.”As he spoke, his voice betrayed him and showed how deeply he cared “You’re wild, hot headed, you drink almost as much as i do, you make a fucking mess every time you paint, you leave clothes and hair everywhere and i swear to god i’ve still got a shops-worth of brushes hidden in that couch, and guess what!?” he stared at her, making sure he had her full attention “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my whole shitty life.” he kissed her again, this time with passion and anger that she would even think less of herself than what she really was. When he finally pulled away he looked at her, a grin on his lips “the only thing i suggest is maybe a new set of friends.” he teased, not being serious at all - or at least not showing it if he was

[girlwhorunswithfists]

Spinelli was pretty sure that he had no idea what was happening until her lips were on his. The kiss only lasted a moment, but she could feel her heart thudding against her chest. He kissed her back, and why wouldn’t he? Spinelli could feel so much anger for him, but at the same time…

Spinelli pulled his body closer to him, she practically ignoring his words as she kissed him again and again. “Not often enough.” She muttered as she pressed her lips along his jawline. Finally burying her head in his shoulder, Spinelli closed her eyes and sighed. “How can… You have a hold on me you know.”

[flynntheflirt]

Everything between them was all backwards and upside down, Flynn had no idea what would happen, he could barely comprehend what was happening. He’d fucked up. That should have been the end of it. She should have set his apartment alight and never spoken to him again, but she was here. In his arms. How? Why? he wondered, but then a voice pushed those thoughts away Who the hell cares? Just freaking enjoy this.

He smiled properly for the first time in days when he heard her words “Maybe you should drop by more often then” he could hear her sigh and he himself didn’t understand it “Careful now - you tell me too much and i might start to think you like me” he teased back, but knowing he was still on thin ice. Now in a much more gentle and honest tone he said so only she could hear “We’ll . . .I’ll find some way to make this right, you know?” he kissed her hair

[girlwhorunswithfists]

Taking the water from him, Spinelli instantly began to sip at the water. If only to give her something to focus on as the film played behind her. Her eyes glanced up to the television, was that… He had put on her favourite film. The lump in her throat resurfaced, and Spinelli set down the empty cup as she looked over at Flynn.

Everything in her body told her that she deserved better, that she should have just left. But him sat there, looking so pathetic, she just wanted to go over to him. Pushing herself from her seat, Spinelli walked over to him and found herself falling into his lap so easily. Her fingers found his face, and she gripped onto the unshaven skin. Her lips pressed against his without another though, before she pulled back and wondered how many mistakes he would make. “I’m Spinelli.” She whispered against his rugged skin.

[flynntheflirt]

Flynn couldn’t take his eyes off her, but he was desperately trying to not be creepy, he was already in enough shit without needing to come of like a stalker on top of it all. He almost missed her getting up to go to him, but the second he heard her feet on the ground he snapped to, watching her with disbelief and what he wouldn’t recognize as hope. 

His brain all but short circuited when she sat straight in his lap and by the time her lips had found his, his brain had given up the ghost and he was going on instinct and familiarity. He pulled her close and kissed her back, feeling like he hadn’t touched her in years. Her skin was so soft and the smell of her hair filled his nose. When she pulled back from the kiss, she felt like a flower in his arms, one he was terrified he might crush. But his mind and heart came rushing back when she said her response. Hardly believing what was happening, he started to laugh just the tiniest bit, but it was full of pain and hope “It’s a pleasure to meet you Spaghetti” he ran his fingers through her hair “Come here often?” 

[girlwhorunswithfists]

Spinelli nodded her head as she found herself rooted to the kitchen floor. How could this be happening? How could he have done this… Spinelli turned to look at him again. What was he doing? Were they fooling themselves in this? Spinelli had no idea, so she stepped to the sofa and sat back on it.

“Just… Water.” Spinelli said simply as she looked to the film he had put on. Her favourite. Of course. He remembered that? Spinelli scratched at the corner of her eyes as she sniffed. How could this all be happening to her again? She glanced over to him, and then back at the television. She was numb.

[flynntheflirt]

He fetched the water and slowly came back to the living room. He knew that the two of them were basically dancing on glass right now. He couldn’t really let himself breath too easily, just in case it all shattered “Here we go” he gently handed her the water and sat down on the table opposite her, wanting to be close, but not forcing a touch between them.

 He looked at her and then away, a silence that wasn’t unpleasant, but just really loud seemed to sink into the room until he dumbly said “Hi”. Wow Flynn - you’re a fucking Casanova. “I  . . .uh . . .” he cleared his throat, he suddenly realized he didn’t know where to begin.So maybe he’d start over. “Hi, i’m Flynn Rider” he gave her a small smile, trying to charm a grin from her

[gretchen-p]

Gretchen arched a brow at the tone of his voice. Usually, from what she could tell, he didn’t let his emotions get the better of him. At least not in front of other people. So his aggressive tone piqued her interest. She laughed then, rolling her eyes at his defense. “Yes, and that’s where you’re supposed to say ‘actually, it could’ and then walk away. A good boyfriend would have. Someone she deserves would have. It’s not my fault you’re just as horrible as the rest of them.” 

She pulled some eggs and bacon from the fridge and started cooking up enough breakfast for the both of them, not really caring if he didn’t want any. She’d probably eat it if he didn’t. “Yes, well, it’s not the first time I’ve done it. She gets mad and then we make up and it’s better. I do it for her own good. If she still cares enough about you after learning you’d sleep with another girl then that’s her prerogative, but at least she knows the truth.” She paused for a moment and pulled out some orange juice and poured them both a glass, setting his down near him. “And, for the record, I don’t sleep with them. Usually I’m not that drunk either. I don’t approve of drinking. But I knew that if I was going to have to flirt with a sleazeball, I would need to have a few to drink before.” 

Gretchen made a face before turning back to the task at hand. She didn’t really want to talk about TJ, but he deserved to know, even if he wasn’t the best person for her best friend. “TJ is Spinelli’s best friend. He’s one of our group. And he’s head over heels for Spinelli and she’s in love with him, but they’re too stupid to see it,” she grated out, taking out her frustrations on the eggs in the skillet. “If you ask Spin about him, she’ll brush it off like she’s just angry at him, but she’s most angry at him, and you can see it in her eyes how much pain she’s in when he’s brought up.” She paused and pulled out plates for their eggs and bacon. “Breakfast is almost ready. How much bacon do you want?”

[flynntheflirt]

“I wasn’t even her fucking boyfriend, and now because of you - that’s definitely not going to happen.” he breathed in, calming down slightly, and reverting to his usual blase personality. “I guess then i have a chance with her still then - if she keeps someone like you around who treats her so badly and who constantly fucks with her life, then she’ll forgive me the one mistake. Comparatively to you, there’s no way i could have put her through half the bullshit you have - and what’s worse is that you don’t even seem to care. You treat your friend’s life like a fucking science experiment” he looked at her and smiled a little “and all to make yourself feel smart.”

He knew he was starting to get malicious but he figured at this point he really didn’t have much to loose. Judging her level of obsession with messing with Spinelli’s life- she probably already texted her or sent a carrier pigeon or smoke signals or something. Frankly he just wasn’t sure what she would do. “You slept with this one.” he grinned “And i don’t think you’ll be able to get out of this so easy this time. Sleep with the dogs and you’re going to get fleas.” 

“If they’re so close - or were or whatever, then why isn’t he here?” he looked at her, “or does he do what you do and cause her nothing but pain for sport.” He sat down “Pile up the bacon - the dog’s a hungry one today” he said expressionless

[gretchen-p]

Gretchen couldn’t help but make a face of disgust, and she nearly gagged at the thohught of sleeping with him. Of course she wouldn’t have been nearly as put off if he hadn’t been dating Spinelli. She’d been responsible for so many years now, and after a little too much wine, she was a goner and lost all of that responsibility. She was disgusted with herself too. 

“Please don’t ever say we ‘tangoed’ ever again. You’re the one who’s dating someone. Or whatever. I’m not, so I’m hardly at fault for this.” Of course she thought she was in the clear. Technically she didn’t do anything wrong. Except maybe in the world of girl code. Gretchen shook her head. “I remember you and me in the bar and heading back here and everything starts to get fuxxy after that. I remember some flashes, but that’s it.” She groaned and picked up her shirt to throw it into the hamper just inside her bedroom. 

“You must not be very graceful if you got that much wine on me,” she muttered before turning back to him. “Yes, just like the rest of them. Spinelli puts herself through pain and agony dating men like you, so I take it upon myself to see if they’re worthy of her time.” She paused a beat. “You failed,” she said with finality and moved into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. “Do you want some breakfast? You should eat something before you go over there. Help soak up any remaining alcohol in your body.”

[flynntheflirt]

“Alright fine then, i was trying to be a little polite, but since that isn’t a problem for you - then i guess we might have fucked” he snapped back, lashing out in a way he wasn’t used to - mainly because he couldn’t hit a girl. “How are you not in the wrong?” he stared at her, mild disbelief riddled on his face. This girl was insane - he should have expected that though. Damn red-heads. “It’s hardly like i begged you to bring me here, and as i recall “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” came out of your lips last night”

He ran his hands through his hair again, trying to piece together the mess he’d gotten himself into this time. Shit would hit the fan, and to top it off she was particularly stubborn and starting to annoy him.

“Yeah a real good friend - making a move on a guy her best friend is keen on. Do you even hear yourself? That’s really messed up. I’m a fuck up and i do bad things that hurt people, but at least i’m honest about it. To others and myself” He got up and followed her to the kitchen, venom and bile still in the back of his mouth. “And will you please tell me who the bloody hell Theodore is”

[simonevshley]

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[eubilla-empress-of-suburbia-dea]

Untitled en We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/s/Cw3DvqLx

[tesha-es]

[tesha-es]

[flynntheflirt]

gretchen-p:

Gretchen had woken up before Flynn, but she was in no state to move yet. Her head ached something awful, her muscles were tense, her skin felt sticky, what had happened? She was trying to get her bearings on everything, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she was still in her apartment. Just then, she could feel the man beside her stir, and she sat up as he rolled off the couch. The expression on her face was nothing less than unimpressed as she looked down at him. As she woke up fully, she really just how much they fucked up and realization dawned on her face, a flash of panic in her eyes. “No. No I don’t. Did we..shit.. Spinelli is going to murder us.” Mostly her. Or him. No, mostly her. She’d done this before, but never to this degree. She was royally screwed, even if she did think she was in the right. Kinda. 

“Pull your shit together, Flynn, I’ll be right back, I feel disgusting.” She jumped up and ran into the bathroom to clean off whatever was on her skin and pulled a bathrobe around her. She clutched at her phone and thought for a minute. She needed to text Spinelli, so she did so quickly and went back into the living room. “If Spinelli kills me, this is on you. You’re just as bad as the rest of them.” She threw herself into the armchair as she spoke. “If only Theodore were here,” she muttered in frustration.

Flynn couldn’t believe this was happening - slowly he started to try and pull himself together, washing his face in the kitchen sink and trying to keep calm. He had fucked it all up, he’d ruined his  . . . well, whatever he had going with Spinelli and now he was going to have to face this - and he knew it would not end well for him, or for anyone. Maybe she’d forgive Gretchen, but he didn’t really know much about how girls worked when it came to other girls. But he knew one thing for sure - he felt like crap.

When Gretchen came out he stared at her “Me? How is this on me? It takes two to tango and uhm . .. well . . . i think we tangoed” he groaned and ran his hands threw his hair “You’re telling me you don’t remember anything from last night? Because i remember you pulling me back here and that’s about it.” the smell of wine hit his nose as he sat on the couch “Oh, yeah, and that bottle” he grimaced “That’s my bad. Sorry” 

“Woah woah woah - the rest of them?” he took mild offence, but only mild because he knew in his heart of hearts that she was probably right. “Wait, who’s Theodore?”

[flynntheflirt]

girlwhorunswithfists:

Spinelli stared at Flynn as he answered the door, fighting the urge to just sob and run right there and then. Or maybe punch and run. Either way, Spinelli knew that punching him wasn’t an option. Looking around herself, Spinelli nodded her head as she stepped back into the apartment. A sniff escaped her nostrils as she took a look around.

It was a complete mess. He was a mess. She saw the matching hole in the wall and found herself trying not to laugh. It was stupid really. They both were. Him especially. “You’re a mess.” Spinelli said simply as she picked up a Chinese take away menu. She threw to towards him gently. “Order me the usual.” She muttered as she walked back into the kitchen. She didn’t want to admit that she needed to see him, or needed to be near him, she couldn’t.

Seeing her in his place was something he never expected to have again. He was sure she was gone, and gone for good. His eyes never left her as she looked over the room and for a split second, when she was looking at the punch he’d put through the wall, he thought he saw her smile a little. When she asked for her usual take out, he didn’t hesitate. It was like his body knew the number and he barely noticed placing the order before it was done. “They’ll be here in 20 minutes” he said, his voice sounding lighter than it had since this all happened

Without missing a beat he went to the TV - now covered in plaster dust and a small amount of beer from where he’d thrown and smashed a bottle off that wall, and he plugged in Death Becomes Her. He pulled over some cushions and brushed off the couch and table, just tossing it onto the floor around it, setting it up for them to sit and eat and watch. He looked up to her again, his lips in a practically not-there smile, but a smile none the less “Do you want a drink?” 

[flynntheflirt]

girlwhorunswithfists:

Spinelli had thought he would never come back, that it was all over and she would have to pick up the pieces that were left of her. She fell onto her boring apartments sofa, and found herself sobbing into her pillows. She hadn’t gone near her bed, she had dragged everything to the living room and put on a stupid television show. Not that she was paying any attention.

Not until she heard him screaming outside her door. She had covered her face and felt her heart pound as he yelled her an apology, his words were so raw. She had never really seen him like this. She waited a good ten minutes before pulling herself from her makeshift bed. She opened up the door and dragged the note in. She set it on the side, and went to sleep. Spinelli couldn’t face the note.

Not for two days.

She hadn’t left her apartment since the incident, and she had finally gotten the courage to read the note. None of the guys had ever done this for her, they had all just shrugged and left and… Spinelli threw the paper on the floor as she let another tear roll down her cheek. Pulling on her hoodie and opened up her front door, Spinelli headed towards Flynn’s apartment. She couldn’t stop herself, nothing would at this point.

Standing in front of the familiar door, she knocked three times. She looked a mess, but she was past caring about her looks. About anything really.

Flynn had pretty much set up shop on his couch and in his kitchen. He’d skipped work and didn’t leave except to get more to drink, and he’d done that twice already. His hair was tousled and he hadn’t shaved in days. The only reason he’d showered at all was because his own smell had woken him up. He had takeouts and bottles all splayed across his apartment that once had art and laughing. 

He found that the more he moved about the apartment the more Spinelli seemed to pop up. A brush here, a paint tube there, a sketch book somewhere else. It was as if she’d just shed art-supplies and clothes everywhere she walked. He started to make a little pile of her things, but wound up stopping because he didn’t want to have to face that she had actually left.

She’d left him, and hadn’t looked back. He was drinking on his couch listening to Bruce Springsteen when he heard a knock at the door - probably his boss wondering where the hell he’d been, or someone finally complaining about the noise from the other day. 

He groaned as he was forced to leave his couch, but what was on the other side of the door, he couldn’t have been ready for. Spinelli was standing there in front of him, looking rough and tired, and like she’d been crying for days, she was standing there, just like the first time. His chest lightened seeing her - she was the one who knocked, but seeing her in this state and knowing it was because of him made his stomach twist 

“Spinelli!” he said, his voice catching a little with excitement, he quickly cleared it and tried to ignore the very mild warm feeling in his cheeks “Uh . . .hey, uhm, wanna come in?” he offered gently, as if she would disappear at any moment 

[flynntheflirt]

girlwhorunswithfists:

Spinelli hated them both so much. She hated even looking at Flynn, she hated even thinking about Gretchen being all over him. Touching his arms, his face, everywhere… Spinelli had to step back before she slapped him. She turned away from him as she covered her face. “I can’t believe you are even arguing with me about this!” Spinelli growled as she clenched her teeth together.

“Just like I can’t pretend that you have hurt me so badly Flynn. You and that fucking skanky ass bitch.” Spinelli grabbed Vito a second time as she walked towards the door. She pulled it open and just walked out. She couldn’t deal with any of it. So she just stormed towards her apartment.

He watched her go, her words still burning in his ears, and he let her leave. He turned back into his apartment and sighed, his head pounding and his chest tight. He couldn’t really believe any of this was happening, but what he could believe the least was that it took this long to happen. He’d gotten so used to her being around, to being in his apartment and his life, he knew it was too good to last and he’d fuck up eventually. 

He stormed to the kitchen, opened the bottle of rum and took a good drink before spitting it out and spluttering across the kitchen. It tasted like acid. He returned feeling defeated and sat on the couch, his inner voice doing a number on him. I should have seen this coming. She’s better off without me. I fuck everything up. Surprise Surprise Flynnigan did it again! As he sank down into the couch he heard a crack that didn’t come from his ribs.

He’d sat on and broke on of Spinelli’s brushes. He stared at it’s thin spine, snapped and cracking, the dried paint on it peeling away from the wood below and the little hairs at the top splayed out in all directions. It was a tiny brush and he’d broken that too. She’d left him. She’s walked out on him. Just like Max. 

Whatever it was in him, maybe the bit of rum that had made it to his stomach or the memory of his brother or the fact that he couldn’t let angry words be the last thing she heard from him, he jumped up from his seat, rushed to a drawer and pulled out a pencil and paper, scribbled a note and roughly tapped the broken brush to it, trying to tape it back together first. He doubted that she’d speak to him, but he needed, no, he wanted to do something.

He rushed down the hall to her apartment “Spin! SPIN! SPINELLI!” he thudded on her door, not caring who heard him “SPINELLI I’M  . . .” he sighed, his head pressed against the door “SPIN I’M SORRY. I FUCKED UP, I KNOW I DID, EVERYONE EXPECTS THAT FROM ME . . . AND THEY’RE USUALLY RIGHT. I KNOW YOU CAN’T FORGIVE ME, BUT I . . . i . . .i just wanted you to be happy. . . ” his voice was course and thick, barely above a whisper “and i was foolish to think you could be with me.” he backed up and cleared his throat, speaking at a normal pitch again, so she could hear “You left this, i’m just going to leave it here for you” he placed the brush and the note at her door, waited a moment to see if she’d come out but when she didn’t he turned to leave.

the note sate there, waiting for her, the sad broken brush taped to a note that read:

I know it doesn’t make it better, but i’m so sorry, Spaghetti. I hope you can forgive me one day  - Flynn 

[flynntheflirt]

girlwhorunswithfists:

“You could have warned me about this!” he looked at her “or, i don’t know, maybe tell her to not do that?! You do have some control in your own life you know - you can make decisions and tell your friends to back off” he snapped

The phone hit him in his ribs, right on the sore spot from where he’d cracked it from his fight a few weeks ago, he winced but got the phone and read them anyway, and sure enough there it was. But in among the colourful language and the confirmation that it was Gretchen’s idea, he saw a few things that stood out, like the word boyfriend and that she thought he never really liked her

“Is that’s what you really think of me?” he half yelled at her “That i’m no better than the other scum that hurt you before - well maybe you’re right! I never pretended to be something better than i was, but don’t you dare think for a fucking moment that i never liked you. I liked you from the moment i met you.” he spat out, the words falling over themselves, leaving his lips and bouncing off the walls “But i guess that doesn’t matter since it’s clear that you’d rather never see me again.” He stopped where he’d been pacing and punched the closest wall, his fist driving right into the drywall and sending dust flying everywhere

“I’ve told her every time that I don’t like it. That I never want her to do it, and she does anyway Flynn!” He had no idea of what went on between the two girls, maybe if he did he wouldn’t be so welcoming of the bitch. Spinelli let Vito onto the floor deciding that it wasn’t fair for her to be screaming while he was so close to her face. He began to bark at Flynn again.

“Well you just went back to her apartment! I doubt you were playing board games!” Spinelli stormed right up to him. She jabbed his chest to push him back as she took the phone from him. “What did you do with her!? What did you do! Tell me Flynn!” Spinelli demanded with the tears stained on her cheeks. “How can you like me when you’ve done this?” Her voice had dropped to a whisper as she just stared right at him.

The yapping dog really made Flynn want to kick it, but the little bit of self restraint he had left stopped him, instead he just grabbed another fist full of treats and tossed them at the dog without looking from Spinelli “And you never once thought to talk to me about her?” 

“I. DON’T. KNOW.” He snapped, his words ringing in his own ears “Alright?! I don’t know what happened, i can’t fucking remember because i drank so god damn much that i blacked out! And she clearly didn’t have the courtesy to mention that she doesn’t remember either!” He paced again, trying not to focus on all the things he could throw against a wall or out the window 

“I don’t remember anything that happened. I remember being at the bar, her coming onto me and then suddenly i’m trying to open a bottle of wine and i spill it everywhere - that’s the whole thing, the whole story that i know.” he turned to her “i can’t say for sure what happened because i have no memory of it, but i still had my underwear on, so i’m just going off of what i’m usually like and trust me -” he let out a heavy sigh, his voice going hoarse and bitter “I don’t have a very good track record so it’s just best to expect the worst of me. Everyone does and they’re usually better off for it! I wasn’t in control last night, and it isn’t an excuse, but i’m not going to pretend that my feelings for you suddenly dissipated because i fucked up. Again.”