#*SPARKLES DIRECTLY INTO CAMERA* I... I'M COOL?

[inchidentally]

Lando's eyes always sparkle when he looks at Oscar and it captures my heart every time. You can see that Lando likes Oscar very much and his eyes don't even hide it. God, their relationship is so intimate that sometimes it's hard to watch without feeling like a third wheel. Oscar, I don't know how you did it, but as a Lando fan, I'm grateful that I get to see this version of Lando every time he's around you.

straight up anon, the shift in Lando when he got a teammate who exists on the same natural wavelength as him has been a thing to behold ??

like, Lando is someone who goes through life looking for romance and he so easily gets a crush on anyone who populates his world with something special or beautiful. that's what has made Oscar such a unique relationship for Lando because Oscar doesn't consider himself or his life at all in the world of romance or fantasy. he considers himself extremely practical, "low frequency" and enjoying the simple things in life. he's not at all a typical heroic figure like Carlos or a big camera-ready personality like Daniel. Lando's interest in Oscar has been a slow but steady curiosity that has grown even without Oscar initiating a joint hobby or going on outings together or playing up a bromance for fans. Lando was definitely a little unmoored by the lack of all of that for a while!

the only two aberrations in Oscar's calm and cool are his pursuit of F1 and his fascination with Lando, which we know to have been intertwined as early as him moving to the UK at 14. there is serious romance in the way they ended up as teammates and major drama of Oscar's determination to get that seat.

but! then there's Lando saying how he sees them as similar to each other back in July 2023! bc Lando had always used self-mockery to interrupt his moments of earnestness and in a lot of ways was always striving to be Just A Guy to fit in with the guys in his life. his creativity would pop out very occasionally but mostly he became known for being naturally funny and able to click with just about anyone by matching their energy and adapting to their humor. he even took great pride in The Lando Effect - which ironically was more about Lando changing to suit Carlos and Daniel, who he has almost separate versions of himself with. he was the baby brother as always, wanting to hang out with his older brothers and wanting to fit in.

and then he gets Oscar as a teammate who seems content to just stay back and watch Lando and observe Lando and learn everything about Lando he doesn't already know. who seems to have no limit when it comes to handling the full range of Lando's personality and never tells - or even jokes - that Lando should change a single thing, even when it directly impacts Oscar. Lando doesn't have to match Oscar's energy and it turns out! they both like it best when Lando doesn't try!

which is when we started seeing lando.jpg reemerge and 7 podiums and a new hunger for even more and higher expectations of himself and a calmer, more authentic - less cartoonish - Lando on camera in challenges and social media. he even said how Oscar taught him by example the importance of "keeping calm and being yourself". of course silly, fun Lando is still there! he's still little brother to Carlos and Daniel and George and Alex! but those are now some of the many facets we've gotten to see in the past 14 months!

the winter break was a revelation because Lando spoke to fans solely through his camera lens and the reflections of the beautiful world he saw as he traveled. no goofing, no pretense, no corporate. his chosen pose for all his photos was partly in fun, partly symbolic of his confidence that he didn't need to sell these photos as selfies for them to blow up all over social media.

and all the while Oscar was quietly on his own down time and training, liking Lando's posts and saying "you went everywhere!" and listening to Lando recount it all.

then Lando came back to work this year and everything about him wore a new sheen of beauty and romance to it, including him having grown more beautiful. he's used his beauty more consciously when modeling and even LN4 and Quadrant took on a more stylized look. his new McLaren contract announcement was an entire aesthetic complete with a short film.

like, obv this whole post is me going off on a whole stupid thing but just. Lando was always meant to live his life in a unique way and he was always meant to see things through romance and art and music. he wasn't supposed to apologize for enjoying racing as a means of attaining perfection one day. and there's Oscar who reflects back to Lando all the quirks and things that make Lando unique that he's memorized over the years, listening to Lando's music in place of the usual silence in his own driver's room, helping Lando navigate unknown food and new lengthy words and knowing when Lando is comfortable to take the lead in public speaking and when Lando needs Oscar to step in and handle it. pushing Lando all the time as a teammate and the whole friction creates the pearl analogy.

idk it's just not as huge a leap as I thought last year to say that Oscar's comfortable, placid life has long had a splash of color in it at last in some part because of Lando and that Lando has become the most authentic and brilliant version of himself at least in some part because Oscar is there to always appreciate it.

like this little moment of Lando giving Oscar a nickname and Oscar finding it the best thing he's ever heard and Lando's half-stunned and delighted smile at being able to do that to Oscar is just all of that distilled:

Oscar's confidence has returned and he's smoothing over the awkward PR duties while Lando is relaxed and confident and the little quips like this just come so naturally. (the way Lando actually wriggles in his chair with delight over Oscar's reaction !!) like, Lando doesn't have to try ! he doesn't have to try to be anyone but himself ! there's someone here at work with him all day and every day who is delighted by him no matter what !

and what's even better is apparently! now that they both understand and exist on that wavelength together, they've returned from winter break circling around each other and looking for each other more than they ever have <3

[karmagrind]

Hhhhhhh I will miss you ;v; even if we didn't really talk, I think you are a really cool person and I hope you have a great time ahead~ 💖🙏 Thank you for making me smile with your art.

OH HJËCK?? WHAT’S THIS!!? I SWEAR I’M NOT CRYING. THE POLLEN THIS WINTER IS JUST THAT BAD.

Thank you dear! Hope you don’t mind this scribble of Ada because mischievous Ada is literally my brand™ and I love seeing your comics✨

Sorry for all the missed opportunities because interwebs interaction is personally very difficult (jk i’m really just awkward) and my social/work schedules always took priority over Tumblr ahahargh… (TuT) But thank you so much for sending this message~ you truly are the most awesome and amazing person between us. Cheers!

[bnhavibes]

Like You.... part two.

(FANART for ysag by @myherowritings)

(update: credit to @clee-writesbnha for the eboy YSAG shinsou UwU u drewd him so yummie)

There wasn't much the lavender eyed boy could do when his face was met with blindingly hot lights, other than to shield his eyes of course, but something about the way the crowd was cheering made him curious.

Curiosity killed the cat, however, he peeked over his arms cautiously regardless, and was met with your eyes peering up at him-- you were seated on your knees in front of him, almost directly on the edge of the stage where the UA students were sat, handheld mic replaced with a wired on on your body.

Oh god! Your body. You were in that delicious looking latex bra, the sheen from the lights reflecting on it caught his eyes at first, but then his gaze trailed lower to find you were still in your too-short skirt, the fishnets raised to your hips, and body chain almost identical to the one on his hip. He silently thanked whatever god there was for reminding him to tuck his cock upwards into his belt as it already twitched in delight.

(play when he calls u kitten)

"Hajimemaste," You cooed, hands resting on his knees, "(I'm (stagename), and you are...)?" You trailed off, leaning in for a response, your bottom rising from the ground a bit. You were merely a yard from the ledge that barricaded your stage and the crowd.

"Shinsou-- Hitoshi. (Call me Hitoshi.)" He squeaked, his voice was a little demanding, but eager. You licked your lips at him.

God fucking bless. He thought.

"Hitoshi-san, I need your consent to dance on you, are you okay with it?" You sheepishly ask in your best impersonation of a kawaii anime girl, the microphone still picking up your softened voice; reverberating it through the arena.

"Of course.” He smirks, "(Do your worst, kitten.)"

The last part didn’t catch on the mic. Now it was your turn to smirk, a dark look instantly coating your eyes-- he almost regretted agreeing as the music started.

Almost.

(I've been going through some thaaangs, I struggle with my inner maaan. I hustle; I’ll do what I cannn)

The muted voice resonated off the speakers, your pole beginning to rise beside him; You were smiling voraciously at the unsuspecting male, but his eyes were wide— he knew exactly what song this was.

The beat was fading and you climbed the self-spinning pole until the bass-heavy beat dropped; flipped upside down with the pole tightly secured between your sliding thighs. Hips occasionally rutting out to arch your back, hands running along your body, occasionally squeezing your own breasts. Hitoshi nearly leapt out of his chair when you flipped back over, one leg wrapped the pole and the other sinking down in an open squat; Stage lights flashing along with the snares in the background.

“(Like you.)” You sang softly, “(Like you. O-woah. I found it hard to find someone like you. Like you. Like yoo-uwu-oo.)” You had been on your knees, rubbing your arms up your torso, legs spreading in a soft pulse with the beat, as you crawled towards the wide eyed hero in training. “Send your locaaa-tion, coming through.” You huffed a change in lyrics at the last part, hands on Shinsou’s knees, pressing them apart roughly at the last word.

“(Fuck.)” He muttered under his breath.

“I can’t sleep no more, in my head we belong” You had memorized the Japanese version of the song your fans wrote for you; they’d even made it much sexier for you. Your words panging his heart in awe whilst your crawled onto his lengthy legs. “And I can’t be without you, why can’t I find no one like you?” You were on his lap now, nose nudging around his neck as you sang; your body hovering along his thighs, left hand tracing his face, and forcing him to look you in the eye as you whined and pouted with your lyrics. Side stage lights flashed red and pink hues along the crowd, lighting up their excited faces while a camera took video footage and pictures.

(I can’t sleep no more, in my head we belong, and I can’t be without you, why can’t i find no one like you?~)

You brought your right leg back, about facing on his lap and you rolled your head in a whipping motion. “(Baby, we tried to fight it, we all been there some days~)” You popped your chest with the drums in the background; Your hands on his spread knees, you ground your ass in a slow circling motion, “(Thought I needed something else, and acted like I was okay.)”

He groaned softly in your ear, nibbling the lobe softly as you leaned your back flush against his chest, the heels of your ankle strapped silver pumps barely touching the ground below the chair, ((we just had to work it out, and baby i needed space~)) your hands intertwined atop his; You were guiding him along your body, completely aware of the growing appendage against your ass, eyelids fluttered closed and a sexual crinkle in your nose as you continued the song; the boys in front of you beet red in the face, knuckles white from the grip they had on the gate from how well your performance was affecting them. ((Ain't nobody 'round here on your level, You're so far away~))

He almost grabbed at your wrist to keep you down when you stood up from his lap, but he knew you still needed to perform for the crowd, and you could feel his eyes burning holes in your back as you walked back to the pole. There was a soft pink spotlight on you while the rest of the stage was dark, illuminated only by flashing phone cameras and recording devices— neon signs that garmented your performance space flickering your stagename, ‘Call Me’, and various hearts and stars while you circled around your pole.

“You’re pouring your heart out, I’m acting like I knew,” You had reclaimed your place on the pole, climbing up with slow grinds of your hips until you were a good enough height to stop and hold one hand out to the audience. “(You held me so down, so down I never grew.)”

Hitoshi’s little show lost his attention as he could hear Bakugou barking obscenities at him and threatening to kill him for touching you, but the rest of the guys were cheering him on, shutting the porcupine up, and making his cheeks feel much more warm than they already were. ((I tried to find out when none of them came through~—)) You swung your leg backward around the pole, flexed torso arched with your arms holding the pole behind you; your stage lights beginning to flash about in a strobe light fashion. Only then did Shinsou realize your quirk had begun to take affect.

“(Now I’m stuck in the middle, and Baby has to pullll me out, uh~)” There wasn’t supposed to be three poles and three of you, right? Shinsou felt waves of intense emotion crawling along his skin, his seat suddenly felt insecure— it was almost like he was on a rocking boat, and you winked at him as you realized what was happening, lowering yourself until your pointed toes touched the ground.

((Like you.... Like you.... Like you, oh woah~ I found it hard to find someone like you.))

It was almost sufferable, but euphoric.

The UA students felt it too, their eyes were glossy, pupils enlargened, and the feeling of static caressing their entire bodies, and they swayed with the music. (Like you... Like you...(Like yooo-uwu-oo, Send your loca-aation,) Come through~) Many of the hundred people along the first row began subconsciously touching themselves, but not them; They were disciplined, and had repercussions to act so lewdly in public whilst representing UA.

“(Yaaah. Damn, papa, you’re a rare breed) No comparing, (And it’s motherfucking scary,)” Your were completely fluid now, the receiving ends of your Quirk seeing the mist as it twirled around your body. The sparkles twinkled about, and your body was beginning to look like it glitched around; You were moving too fast for the strobing lights to steady their gaze, and yet they were unwavering in the cheers and attempts at rapping along whilst you approached them.

“Trying to keep him, cause I found him. (Let a hoe know) I’m not ###motherfucking### sharing!” Your fans in the crowd shouted with you, your hand snapping about in accusatory air punches, a rough way to emphasize your point. “(I could take you to the parents), then to Paris! Plan a ###motherfucking### wedding!” Your body stilled, hands running down your body as you squatted, face fierce while you sang to the group in front of you.

“You’re the type I wanna marry, keep you merry.” You coaxed the crowd below, grabbing hands and caressing their palms across your face and crawling your way back to the desperate UA student in the chair with a beaming smile.((I’ll put the ring on when you’re ready~)) A twinkle in your eye that tricked the receivers into seeing you make sexual faces at them and touching yourself with the use of your Quirk. But you were simply crawling, eventually scooting between Shinsou’s legs with your own over the edge of the stage, your legs wide open in front of them.

“(We play our fantasies out in real life ways and,) No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?” You winked at the flushed blonde in front of you with a black stripe in his hair, he was literally drooling out the corner of his mouth with your panty-clad cunt so close, and at eye level.

You tossed your head back onto the space between Hitoshi’s thighs, looking him in the eyes while your arms snakes around his calves and continuing, “You give me energy, make me feel lightweight,” timed almost perfectly, your hallucination burst some invisible bubble surrounding the bodies of those entranced by you, releasing them from your Quirk and any tension became complete bliss; some even having a bodily type of “relief” occur. Hitoshi licked his lips down at you, calloused fingertips framing your jawline, palms cupping your cheekbones as you bore into his lilac eyes. “Like the birds of a feather, (Daddy* we’re real-life made for eachother—)”

You pushed off his legs, jumping your body up onto your feet for the next part, “And it’s hard to keep my cool, (when other bitches try to get with my dude),” Your voice breathless as you were sinking backwards onto his lap during that part with a snarl on your lips, feigning anger and possessiveness over the lanky male you were grinding your body on while wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

Curling your legs to your chest before becoming a coddled mess in his arms, which grew confidence to grope and rub around you “And when other chickens try to get in my coop. Cause you’re a one in a million,” you snaked your left arm around his neck, his right arm perfectly hooking you into his chest in reaction, and poked your pointer finger at his clothed chest when you said, “(There ain’t no man! like! you!)”

((Like you~...... Like You~...))

The music continued, pre-recorded background vocals singing as you dance around in his lap once more, breathing heavily against his neck and ears, causing him to shut his eyes gently. “(I found it hard to find someone like you~)” Your voice tantalizing his ears, filling his mind with lewd thoughts of ravaging you or vice versa. You smiled back at the audience, tossing a wink before turning back to take a slow, long, tongue swipe up his neck from the base of his neck, gliding over his adam’s apple, and stopping just at his chin, your left hand in the way as you had a soft grip on his jaw to push his face up while you scraped the wet muscle along his throat. As if the crowd couldn’t get any louder, there was a roar of cheers following suit of your lewd act.

((Like yoooo-uwu-ooo, Send your location, Come through~))

You got on your knees, on top of his thighs, your head hovering over his, a tour camera circling your position. Still holding his jaw, you looked down at him; raising a brow and awaiting a response in your silent question, the thumb of your left hand tracing his plush lips.

A soft press of pursed lips against your finger was the only movement you needed, quickly looking over your shoulder to face the crowd and wink. “I can’t sleep no more, in my head we belong,” You sang while you brought your attention back to him, thumb rubbing his lips harsher, eventually pulling his lower lip down, his jaw opening a bit with it, almost begging Shinsou to flick his tongue out and swipe at the digit. ((Why can't I find no one like you? I cant sleep no more...))

Lust filled lavender eyes; the last thing you focus on before pulling his head to the side with your right hand fixed in his hair so that the audience could watch as you defiled his open mouth with your tongue. His grip on your ass tightened, pulling your hips against him roughly, shifting in his seat while you lowered yourself off your knees and letting your legs dangle off the sides of the chair. You dipped your tongue in slowly, lapping around his mouth with a heavy breath, stealing his own as he released shuddering, soft gasps.

All too quickly you pulled away, “And I can’t live without you, (Why can’t I find no one like you?)” you finished while pressing your face cheek to cheek with his, squeezing his body in an embrace and nuzzling his face.

The final word echoed until the sound was drowned out by the audience. You stood almost immediately, cheesing a bright smile at the lights flashing around you, “Thank you so much, Tokyo! You were so amazing! Keep streaming my album, (Call Me) and I might be back sooner than you think! I hope you give my dear (j-pop artist) the same love and passion as you did to me!”

You were downright adorable, the way you clutched your hands to your heart so innocently despite the nature of your performance. Frantically waving and blowing kisses as the floor beneath you descended until you were completely out of sight.

You let out a deep exhale as you saw the darkness of the stage trap room. Silence met you, the stagehands simply bowing their heads out of respect of your exposed body. “Thank you for your hard work,” You say gently, bowing your head in return before turning to face Hitoshi. “(You’re coming with me.)”

You walked in a strut right past him, cueing him to stand, adjust his pants, and catch up to you.

“Excuse me, miss, but... You always that handsy on stage?” He asked as you approached the opening where he was prepped beforehand.

“Only when I want to be.” You brushed it off, stagehands flocking to you to remove the wired mic from your body and clothing while you hushed a small “Thank you.”

“(Ugh!! (Stagename), that was the BEST i’ve ever seen you perform!! Holy cow!!)” Your mentor beamed at you while the stagehands and makeup artists surrounded you, almost cutting the man behind you out.

“(Yeah she did, but, I’m a little disappointed you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, you know they wanted you to be more modest than Kyoto!)” you manager spoke.

“(I know, and I’m sorry, but, there was just a different energy in the crowd tonight.)” You lied, sneaking a glance to your side, insinuating to both your manager and mentor that the man beside you was the reason.

“(And they LOVED you!! When you started on the pole at first I was scared they'd shut the lights off on you, I admit, but!!! In the end there, I was like BITCH!!” Your mentor cheered, slightly bopping on her toes as she shook your shoulders; the stagehands and makeup artists having finished up and the four of you begin walking towards your dressing room.

“(I think they really liked the fact that I had ‘Toshi on stage with me though,)” You said casually, looking back at the isolated young man with his hand scratching at the back of his neck, eating up his image now that you were in the privacy of the hallway. “(What did you think, Mr. Hero? Did you like the performance?)”

His face was flushed still, hair and clothes frazzled from your performance, “Heh, if somebody didn’t like something like that, I’d think they’re certifiably insane.. You’re truly incredible.” He tried really, really hard to look away from your eyes, but faltered.

“...(what did he say?)” Your mentor whispered in your ear, snapping you back to reality.

“(He said it was fun, and that he liked my songs.)”

You were not paying them any attention, a feral intensity growing in your chest, heating up your loins as the two of you held your apparent staring contest.

“(Oh, good! Well, we will be sure to get him some merch, yeah?)” Your manager rushed cheerfully, ushering your mentor away with him.

“(You’re a rockstar, (name)! Rehearsal at noon tomorrow! Don’t be late!!)” She yelped over the shoulder of your Manager, who was hushing her so that your ...situation wasn’t interrupted.

“(So...)” He said after a moment.

“(So...)” You echoed.

“Is this part where you send me back to my seat, and we pretend like you didn’t actually find an interest in me?”

“It could be... If that’s what you’d like.”

His eyes darkened, and it was only then you noticed the dark circles below them, somehow making him far more attractive. “(I’d like to do a lot of things.)”

“(Oh?)” Your stance was unwavering.

“(But I’m not some fanboy looking for a quick fuck in some dressing room.)”

“(I didn’t peg you as the type.)”

He chuckled, “(I’ll bet you haven’t pegged anything at all.)”

A smile pulled at your lips, “So you’re underestimating me, AND you’re picky. So cruel, ‘Toshi.”

“So familiar, and we just met,” He says, closing the gap between you. “(Is someone counting on a deeper connection?)”

“(I’m counting on you to make it worthwhile~.)”

“Heh, when you talk to me like that, I’d say you can gather enough information to know.” He snuck his arm around your hip, gently pressing his large hand against your lower back.

“Know what?” You challenge,

“(That I’m going to ravage that tight cunt of yours before we can even make it to the hotel.)” His deep voice carried the words straight past your lips and directly to your heating loins.

“(I’ll see to it that the car is ready.)” You say, seemingly unfazed as you opened the dressing room door. “You wanna stay out here or can you be a good boy and wait inside while I change?)”

“(Oh this good boy’s coming inside.)” He smirks.

“We’ll see about that, Mr. Hero.”

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 1)

"The Girl in the Cheetah Print Coat"

"OH!! KELLS!!"

Ashley yells from across the living room.

"I forgot to tell you, I invited my girl Luna out with us tonight. She's a bad ass chick whose an artist too. She shoots the most intimate pictures. You'll love her mus...."

Colson is sitting at the large dining room table rolling up joints for his birthday party tonight. He's listening but honestly he doesn't care who's gonna be there. His main objective is to get fuuuucked up tonight. Last year before The Big One.

"You mean Luna Smith, That Brooklyn Bitch!?!" Pete interrupts Ashley excitetedly. "I FUCKING LOVE HER!!! Dude, she's like one of my greatest friends. We go back to before I was doing stand up. She's one of the first people to push and shoot me."

"ME TOOOO!!!" laughs Ashley "I didn't know you knew her, that's crazy!"

In unison, "You ain't shit, until you've been shot by a Lunatic!!" they shout, laughing.

Colson fires up a joint as he vaguely listens to Pete and Ashley swap stories about this Luna chick. Running around Brooklyn, late night missions, this show here, that show there, .... all basic punk, riot gurl shit.... But wait.....? Talking her way outta a B&E AND resisting arrest charges!? Colson's ears perk up. He's just about to join the conversation when he's distracted by Dom, Ashley's boyfriend, plunking down beside him.

"Happy Fooking Birthday, Mate!!" he says as he helps out rolling and shots begin to flow. Colson's mind loses any thoughts of Luna.

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An hour or so passes. The rest of the band shows up and a few close friends too. They're all over to pregame before dinner and the killer house party planned for afterwards. Over the bump of the music Colson hears the door bell. Needing a break and wondering who the fuck is at his door, he yells "I've got it."

He opens the door to find the back of a tiny body in a black leather jacket with long golden blonde hair cascading down it. There's a short, flowing red dress under it, booty popping out, tattooed legs and chunky heeled combat boots.

"My kinda style..." he thinks to himself, looking her up and down.

She turns around revealing bright, blue eyes. "HI!!!" She says, a wide smile spreading acrossed her face, making her eyes dance. "I'm Luna, Ashley's friend. You must be Colson." She continues, sticking her hand out to shake his. "Uh, yeah..." He stumbles, running his hand through his blonde hair subconsciously after he shakes her hand. "C'mon on in...." He steps back to allow her inside.

"Fuck Dude. Where have I seen her before??? He wonders to himself. "GOD, I KNOW I FUCKING KNOW HER. FUCK, FUCK, FUUUCK. God she's beautiful. I hope I wasn't an asshole. Fuck."

As Luna follows Colson inside she gently grabs his wrist. When he turns to her, she says "Ash told me it was your birthday. I hope you don't mind but I made you a gift."

"Wow. Thank you." Colson says, caught even more off gaurd.

"Wanna see it?" She asks.

"FUCK YEAH!" he replies with a huge grin.

"Cool." She says with a smile. "I need a table."

"Oh, it's like that???"

"It's like that." She shrugs.

Colson guides Luna to the dining table which now is littered with liquor bottles, cans of monster, rolling papers, joints and jars of bud. He clears off a space for the black leather portfolio case he just notices that she has been carrying.

"I hope you like it." She says, looking up into his sparkling blue eyes with a tiny smile.

She unzips the leather case exposing a canvas with the logo from his Lace Up album painted as the background. In the middle is a black and white photo of a young Colson looking directly at the camera from side stage. It's safety pinned on top of a peice of studded leather. Scattered through out the canvas are cut outs displaying little negatives. The top showcases his stage name MGK and under the picture is a ripped ticket stub. Luna steps aside, watching Colson's eyes light up in excitement and disbelief.

"HOLY. FUUCK." He says, looking over at her. "This is fucking amazing. Thank you".

He reaches to hug her but she ducks out of his grasp.

"Wait, wait, wait..." She says, lifting the art peice out. She touches the bottom of the canvas, making all the negatives light up bright to be clearly seen. They are of him performing during the same show.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" He yells bouncing around the room, geeking for a second. "THAT IS FUCKING BAD ASS!" he exclaims. Without thinking Colson grabs Luna tightly around the waist, lifting her up and spinning her around. She laughs loudly, pleased with his happiness. "Thank you." He softly says again, kissing her lightly on the forehead as he puts her down, blushing. She can't help but notice how delicious he smells, with his long arm draped around her shoulder and his 6'4 body towering over her 5'2 frame. He engulfs her as he leans in to take a closer look. He recognizes that night immediately. Leaning back and staring so deeply into her eyes he can see the ring of yellow around her irises for the first time.

"Two things. Your eyes are fucking insane. And who took these?" He asks directly.

"Uhm... Thank you? And I did, at The Gramercy, I believe. It's on the stub on the bottom." She replies.

As Colson looks at the ticket stub his heart is racing. It confirms what he knows. "It's her. It's her. It's her." His mind keeps repeating. "Holy Fuck, she's The Girl in Cheetah Print Coat!!!" his brain can't help but scream. "Fuck it" he thinks "Shoot your shot."

"You gotta boyfriend?" Colson asks Luna ducking down closer to her face, mustering all his bravery, while his left arm is still around her.

"No." She says quietly, lightly shaking her head with a look of intrigue.

With that he craddles the side of her face with his whole right hand, kissing her deeply.

Luna's body had been warm since he first scooped her up but it immediately sets on fire the moment his mouth presses upon hers. She feels a wave wash over her, making her nipples hard and vagina plump. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?? I haven't since Just..." She thinks with a flash of pain in her heart before she allows herself to give into Colson completely and the electricity he sends pulsing through her body.

She kisses him back fully. Tongues dancing and exploring each other's warm mouths. Ending it with a long, intimate kiss on the lips, Colson stares at her deeply again.

"Be my birthday date?" He asks

"Yes." She answers without hesitation.

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From across the room Ashley and Pete stand side by side watching their friends interact. "Well, THAT was unexpected." Ashley says. "Yeah." Pete replies. He and Ashley know both Luna and Colson very well. As good friends do. "They're either gonna soar or crash and burn. Either way, it's gonna be one hell of a ride." Ashley goes on. Pete stands with his hands in his pockets. "Yep.....and I blame it all on you." He jokes, lightly jabbing her in the ribs. She shoots him a 'bitch please' look. "They've both been through a lot." Ashley says. Pete sighs. "I know." As they make their way over to their newly acquainted friends.

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"LOOOOOONS!!!!!!!!!" Pete and Ashley both scream.

"What she make you, Kells? Ashley asks while grabbing a laughing Luna for a tight hug.

"Yeah, she makes the best presents..." Pete chimes in, waiting his turn to hug and greet his friend.

"DUDES. Check this shit out." Colson says. Picking up the canvas and displaying it proudly in front of him.

"Damn, Loons!! You really out did yourself with this one!" exclaims Ashley. "How'd you do the lights???"

Luna beams. "Thanks, Ash. I just cut the canvas and ran a little watch battery powered strand of lights around the inside of the frame to put behind the negatives. It really wasn't that hard."

"It's fucking bad ass art is what it is. Thank you again." Colson says leaning in to kiss her directly in front of their friends. Luna blushes when she catches Ashley's eye afterwards. Ashley smiles back, happy for her friend.

"NOW WHO'S READY TO GET THIS FUCKING NIGHT STARTED!!!!" Colson yells as he carefully puts his gift back into its case. "Yo, Bro" he says turning to Pete. "You mind running this up to my room so it doesn't get fucked up? Thanks, Man." He finishes as Pete agrees and takes the case.

Colson turns to Luna. "You are something else, aren't you?" He half asks, half declares to her, while holding her face with both of his huge hands. She smiles as he slides his warm tongue back into her willing mouth.

"I could kiss her all night." He thinks.

Pete interrupts them when he returns. Colson kisses Luna hard before breaking away and declaring "AND WE OUT!!". He grabs Luna's hand tightly and leads her into the night.

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At TAO everyone is laughing, eating and drinking. Luna is set between Colson and Ashley. Across from Pete and Rook, whom she just met but immediately decides she likes when he brings his drumsticks to dinner.

"Why do they call you That Brooklyn Bitch?" Rook asks.

Pete laughs "Because Loons over here is the ultimate underground scene queen. She knows you're hot before YOU know you're hot. Plus, her grandparents are Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe. AND, she'll fuck you up, no questions asked. You don't get anymore Brooklyn than that." Pete continues laughing.

Luna rolls her eyes and smiles. "Thanks, Bud. You describe me so well. Fuck that I'm an artist. I make people cooool" Luna smiles, giving Pete the finger. "And of course you just gotta fit my lineage in there, hunh? Fucking Ass." She says laughing, throwing a peice of bread at him. "No," she continues, still smiling, turning to look at Rook. "I've had that nickname since I was a kid. It started because I was never afraid to throw down. No matter where you or I are. If you are my friend and there is a problem, you can count on that bitch from Brooklyn to be there."

"TRUTH!!" Shouts Ashley next to her. The girls laugh, as Ashley raises her glass to Luna's, cheersing all the shit they have experienced together through out the years.

Luna turns back to Rook "Ultimately it morphed and took on a life of it's own. I eventually began using it as my pen name when I first started putting my work out because I wanted to succeed on my merit, not my name. None of my art... visual, audio, none of it, is signed with my real name. It's all That Brooklyn Bitch."

Rook nods his head in acceptance. "Scraper trying to make it on her own name. I can dig it."

"Hold up. You're Patti Smith's granddaughter. Like THE Patti Smith?" Colson chimes in.

Even though his hand was on her thigh, Luna didn't realize he was listening. "Mhm." She replies.

"That's crazy. I'm reading Just Kids right now. I didn't know they had a kid. I thought he was gay????"

Luna chuckles at his confusion. Smiling she says "Yes, yes he was gay. But yes, they did have a baby. My mom's not in the book upon my request. They had put her up for adoption and only reconnected when I was young, shortly before she died. That's how I ended up with my Mom-mom's last name. She adopted and raised me afterwards."

"Damn Babe, I'm sorry." Colson says putting his arm around her shoulder.

"No need, I'm ok.... As long as you don't ever call me Babe again, you're much more creative than that." She says with a smirk, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Word. We'll come up with something special." He says with a smile kissing her on the lips. "You ready to party?" he asks as he stands up lifting one of the dozens of shots of Patron that have magically appeared on the table. "To a great night. Great friends, and to an upcoming great year!! Let's get FUCKED up! The only thing I wanna remember from tonight..." he continues, looking down at Luna "is that tonight was the night I finally met Luna Smith, That Brooklyn Fucking Bitch!!!"

Laughing everyone cheers and slams the celebratory shot.

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To be continued.... Because after dinner is the ride to the birthday party and after the birthday party is the after party.... And exactly what is up with The Girl in the Cheetah Print Coat????

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