“Rudy! I just found out that you’re name is actually Rupert? Is this true?!” (Jason calling out bae in the background before Lily hushes him and tells him to keep his eyes on the road) “How come you never told me this before? I feel betrayed, Bishounen-kun. I told you my birth name. Shame on you for not telling me! (Jason talking and making noise in the background) You heard that? Jason said to come over tonight because you’ve been neglecting him.” (Laughs) “So yes, come over tonight. And bring your boyfriend, if you’d like. I’ll bake him a pie. See you tonight! Daisuki.” (Kissy sound)
“Wake up motherfucker, it’s 3 a.m and I ran out of bottles. I am on my way to the liquor store and I.. I kind of wanted you to stop me from going. Everything has been so shitty lately and I’ve been coping really bad. Anyways, you are probably asleep or having super hot sex with your boyfriend. Send me a video at least would you? Just kidding. I just thought we could talk. It’s been a while since Kenna left and now Easton is gone and I am a bloody mess, I don’t think I can tell anyone else because not many know how it feels to always be the one who stays... I’m going to the pub near your house until you are done ridding your cowboy, hopefully we’ll get to talk soon. I love you. And I have no fucking idea how you can handle with this sober.”
“Hey, Ru, I know it’s late, I just… Have you ever been to the lake at night? The moonlight makes the water all shiny and it’s so quiet and peaceful out here that you can actually hear yourself think. I was supposed to meet Max for dinner, but I canceled. I said it was because I had to be at the club early, but really, I’ve been drinking since two and I didn’t want him to see me like this because I was afraid he wouldn’t want me anymore.– I don’t even know why he wants me. I’m a… I’m a mess and he deserves so much better because he’s so good and I’m… Well, you know me, I’m just the hot girl and I don’t…. I can’t do this.– I have to go, babes, I’m going to finish this bottle and put my feet in the water. Talk to you when I’m sober, goodnight.”
“Oh my god, would you calm your tits already; we have been over this, you’re not picking the movie this time,” she groaned, throwing herself onto the couch, which subsequently resulted in her lying on both occupants of the incredibly comfortable piece of furniture.
“This isn’t fair,” Rudy whined dramatically, nudging her with the arm she wasn’t crushing. “I demand we put it to a vote. Vega, you will be the tie breaker.”
Max’s only response was to hum his agreement; he knew better than to protest. It would get him nowhere, being that Vik and Ru were both far too stubborn for their own well being and when they got an idea in their heads, there was not preventing them from going through with it, however idiotic or childish the idea may be.
“Okay, all in favor of the she-wolf not picking the movie for the zillionth time in the past month, please shove her off our laps.”
The she-wolf scoffed, feigning offense and sending him an over-the-top glare, one that would likely send someone to their death if they stared for more than half of a second.
Max merely looked at the two like they were aliens from a faraway planet who had three heads and six pairs of eyes. “I’m not doing that, and I say Vik gets to pick the movie.”
Vik sent a smirk Rudy’s way, and he moved to sit up, which resulted in her falling off their laps and onto the carpeted floor. “Ow,” she moaned, flashing them both a look of disbelief before the three of them burst into laughter at the hilarity of the situation.
“You did that on purpose,” she accused teasingly, forcing herself into a sitting position, “and now I’m definitely picking the movie.”
Rudy rolled his eyes affectionately. “Whatever, Dragov, but I pick next time.”
“Sure, you pick next time,” she agreed halfheartedly before leaning over Rudy and grabbing the remote off the coffee table, pressing play before making herself more comfortable on the bodies of two of her favorite people in the universe.
Once the opening credits popped up on the screen, the men let out simultaneous groans. “Clueless, again? You are killing me here, Vik.”
She shushed him in response, and the last thing she remembered was Rudy and Max ignoring the movie in favor of arguing about superheroes and Rudy saying, “I maintain that Superman would win in that race,” before she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.
☠ - a dreadful or painful memory.
She was on her third glass (or maybe it was her fourth, she couldn’t quite recall) when he showed up on her doorstep just as requested, and she was now on her fifth or sixth and he was watching her with his chocolate eyes and with every drink she took, that look of concern in them deepened, which only caused the ache in her chest to worsen.
He lifted his own glass to his lips, waiting for her to say something, anything. She had barely spoken two words since he had walked through the front door and followed her into the living area. This was the first he had seen of her since she’d left his and KW’s apartment the other day, leaving him with a sick feeling in his gut and her bitter tone ringing in his ears.
Seconds, and then minutes ticked by before the silence was replaced by her voice, which sounded sad and hollow to his ears; he almost preferred the silence over seeing her so broken.
“I was wrong.” A pause; she took another gulp from her drink (she was beyond sipping at this point; she did not seem to know the meaning of the words ‘pace yourself’), almost losing her grip on the glass, but tightening it just before it could slip from her hands. “I was wrong,” she repeated.
Rudy opened his mouth to reply, about to ask what it was she thought she was wrong about (though he had his suspicions), but she cut him off before any words could leave him, saying, “He isn’t coming back. He’s gone and he’s never going to be here again. I was wrong,” comfirming his suspciions that she had been referring to the statement she’d made about how it was Max and he would obviously return to Darlington.
“Vik,” he started gently, taking her free hand in his own, squeezing her fingers in an attempt to offer her some small sense of comfort. “This is Vega we are talking about, he’s gonna come back.” Of course, he did not know that to be true, and he could not promise it, but the look in her doe eyes was heartbreaking and so he had to say something and that was the best he could do.
She shook her head, her pretty face stricken with sadness. “No, he’s not, because they don’t ever come back, Ru. They leave and they stay gone, and it’s always because of me, because there’s something wrong with me.”
He startled her by tearing the glass from her hands, setting it off to the side before yanking her into a fierce hug, pulling away after a few short seconds and brushing the hair out of her face, his gaze not once straying from hers as he spoke. “You are a mess sometimes, but them leaving is not your fault, especially not your dad leaving. If Max decides to not come home, that is his loss because anyone who leaves you is a goddamned idiot, babe,” he gave honestly, his smile sincere and warm.
A light chuckle fell from her lips and she tried to even laugh, but what left her instead was a choked sob, the tears following not even moments afterward. She wiped at her eyes furiously, heaving a frustrated sigh as they continued to pour and he grabbed her hands to prevent her from wiping at her face, pulling her into him once more and allowing her to cry into his chest until eventually the tears were merely a distant memory and she poured herself another glass and drank until she felt numb again.
❤ - a romance or relationship memory.
He smelled good, like fruity wine and brown sugar and sweet incense and the cinnamon rolls they had eaten while watching cartoons on her phone, which required her to basically almost be on top of him, so she obviously chose to actually sit on his lap and it was proving to have been a silly decision because his scent was not only intoxicating but awfully distracting.
It soon got to the point where neither of them could focus because she was getting that feeling in her lower stomach and the liquor was making her body warm and she started squirming in his lap in attempt to get comfortable, which caused him to swallow thickly and grip her hips to hold her in place. “You are torturing me, Dragov.”
“But you love it, Killian,” she teased and all it took was her flashing him that signature Viktoriya smirk for him to have her straddling his lap in almost one swift movement.
A squeak left her at the unexpected action and her smirk remained in place. “You’re a tease,” he played, sticking his tongue out childishly. “And we shouldn’t do this.”
He was right, she knew. They shouldn’t do this, but she made a habit of doing the things she shouldn’t do and so she leaned into him, silencing any protests that were about to leave him with a kiss.
“And you smell good, Captain Obvious,” she spoke against his lips before resuming kissing him and thinking to herself that doing what you shouldn’t do was always more fun.
☹ - a sad or remorseful memory.
“Pour me another one, Dragon, I am on the road to setting a new record for the amount of straight cheap vodka shots taken in a matter of minutes,” he slurred, sloppily setting his shot glass on the bar top and nearly knocking it onto the floor, but Viktoriya managed to catch it before it could hit the ground.
“One, it’s Dragov, not Dragon and two, I think it is time to cut you off, Ru,” she replied with a hint of teasing in her tone, but the look on her face was one of her worry because he was drinking for all the wrong reasons and while she was the last person who had the right to say jack squat about it, she cared for him deeply and did not want him to do anything he would regret.
“Don’t cut me off in my time of need, Vik, I am just getting started,” he begged, giving her legitimate puppy eyes which was admittedly somewhat cute, but she wasn’t falling for it.
She shook her head, placing the bottle of vodka back on the shelf before he could get his hands on it. “The only thing you are drinking the rest of the night is water, and that’s final, Killian,” she stated firmly while pouring him a glass of water and sliding it his way.
“Water isn’t strong enough to make me forget her,” he spoke silently and clearly and it was the most sober he had sounded all night.
The words alone were enough to convince her to grab a fresh and stronger bottle of vodka and slide it his way. She could not comfort him with words, so she would let him drink his pain away until he passed out. For tonight, anyway.
★ - an embarrassing memory.
“Excuse you, I do not get scared, so shut your face.” They were the same words she had spoken earlier, except she wasn’t saying them this time and they were being spoken mockingly.
She sent a glare Rudy’s way while simultaneously bringing the blanket closer to her face, curling into his side just a little more.
“I’m not scared, I just am making myself more comfortable, is all,” she said weakly and it was of course a lie because she was terrified. Something about humans who ate other humans turned her into an actual five year old, but it wasn’t something she had control over.
“Mhm, right, so then you can watch this guy get eaten without completely shielding your eyes from the screen with the blanket or that pillow you’ve used the last three times or that magazine on your nightstand,” he teased her, his tone, and his expression, challenging.
There was a brief hesitation before she said, “I can do it. I’m Viktoriya Dragov, I can fucking do anything, just you watch.”
Merely two minutes later, he was laughing and grinning smugly. “You were saying?”
“Shut up, asshole,” she smacked him upside the head, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at being such a child, before forcing him to hold onto her through the rest of the movie, using his shirt as the shield instead of the blanket.
“And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones, ‘cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. Setting fire to our insides for fun, collecting names of the lovers that went wrong, the lovers that went wrong.”
[Text ⇾ Unsent]: BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE, THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR…. YOU DON’T KNOOOO-OOH-OOH, YOU DON’T KNOW YOU ARE BEAUTIFUUUUULLLL. (Yes you do, you fuck)
[Text ⇾ Unsent]: I need real advice. I think you are a bit wise. I don’t trust many with this type of thoughts. HELP ME.
[Text ⇾ Unsent]: Why can’t I just have sex with people? WHY DO FEELINGS FUCK EVERYTHING UP?
[Text ⇾ Unsent]: My butthole is going to explode. I bought so many Mexican food and I am so fucking excited.
