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hypnofur1 · 4 years ago

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Out For Delivery in Dallas

By Hypnofur

Mid February 2021

The irony was, none of the three beings in this tale had lived in Dallas for more than a month. Brittany and Timothy Cosgrove had just purchased their expensive condo on the North side of Dallas in January. Carlos Torres had been living in El Paso Texas for a very long time, and had just recently come to the Dallas area.

None of them, actually no one in all of Texas, expected the winter blast they got in mid February. The entire state was a disaster. Texans just didn’t know how to handle winter weather. Brittany and Timothy had just moved here from Indianapolis, so to them, this wasn’t even that bad a winter storm. However, agreeing to the purchase of matching his and her’s Corvettes was part of the Brittany’s compromise to get her husband to agree to move to Dallas. Brittany had just gotten a job with one of the DFW area’s top hospitals as their chief nutritionist. More importantly, she had struck a deal with the ABC affiliate to be their on air Nutrition expert. Brittany’s ultimate goal was to parlay her beauty, and nutrition expertise, into a gig on the national scene. Good Morning America or something.

Timothy knew this, and he loved Brittany very much. He would have moved to Dallas without the Corvette deal, as he knew it was a much bigger media market than Indy. However, he was an attorney, and it was in his DNA to negotiate. Thus, the two corvettes. He of course didn’t know it was going to snow here in Texas, thus, he didn’t really care much that his luxury condo was on one of the few hills in Dallas. Corvettes did not go up hill in the snow very well.

It was about 6:00 when Brittany forced Timothy to watch the #freebrittany documentary with her on FX. She was always fascinated with Brittany Spears, due to them having the same name and being about the same age. Timothy agreed to watch it, as he had been hogging the TV with sports for a few days now. By the time the show was over, it was like 7:30, and both were starving.

Each of the young urban professionals scanned their phones for some place that would deliver. But between the weather and power outages all around, there were no good restaurants that were options. The only place open was a McDonalds two blocks away.

“No way!” Brittany laughed. “Tim, I haven’t been to a McDonalds in like 11 years. I’m not starting tonight. I’ll starve first thanks.”

“OK, but I don’t want to. Come with me, you can at least get a salad. They have those.” Tim negotiated.

“Do you know what is in those???” Brittany said, then stopped herself. She had learned a while ago that people didn’t like when she annoyingly listed all of the bad ingredients in food. “Argh, ok. I’ll take a walk with you there.” She relented with a smile.

Once there, she remembered how much she loved Orange Soda. Tim smiled, but didn’t tease her about it. She appreciated that. She actually hated being teased. She snuggled up to him as they walked out of the McDonalds and headed back to their condo through the snowy mess.

Carlos was also very hungry on this winter night. He was miserable, he absolutely hated the cold. Born in Mexico, and then spending a tremendous amount of time in El Paso, he had never had to deal with cold and snow like this. He wished he was back in Mexico this evening. Carlos’ move to Dallas wasn’t based on career advancement though, it was based on Covid-19 vaccinations. More specifically, the blood of humans who had been vaccinated.

This past year had been the worst of Carlos’ 209 on this earth. The last 150 in El Paso had been wonderful. Feeding on the blood of Mexican immigrants who crossed the border with little identification. Knowing that the secretive nature of the illegal immigrant community would stop any real deep inquisitions into mysterious deaths. It was also nice and warm. It was the perfect place for the vampire.

However, Covid-19 changed all that. Feasting on the blood of a human with Covid made him incredibly sick, for weeks at a time. Over and over everytime he bit someone with the disease. He eventually learned how to smell Covid, but only in humans that had it bad. He, like everyone else, couldn’t detect it in the asymptomatic. Therefore, also like everyone else, he was very pleased when the vaccines started coming out. Much to his pleasure, he could smell the chemicals in vaccinated humans’ blood. He could detect who was vaccinated, and who was not.

That’s why he migrated up to Dallas. People in El Paso were getting the vaccine, but it was largely the elderly. Elderly blood didn’t taste nearly as good as the blood of those in their prime. The large medical community in Dallas meant lots of people in their 20’s and 30’s who had gotten the vaccine as part of the “first responder” roll out.

Brittany and Timothy had both received their shots (both doses) in Indianapolis. Brittany got it because she worked for a hospital, and she was able to get Timothy in because of her connections. As he approached the young urban couple, Carlos could smell the Moderna in them. He had quickly come to love that scent. His mood, which had been quite dour due to the snow and ice and cold, was quickly improving. He thought he’d have a very hard time finding food tonight, but here it was being delivered right to him.

Brittany and Timothy saw the short, somewhat rotund Mexican man approaching them as they were still laughing about McDonalds. Brittany had actually gotten a refill of Orange Soda before they left. They laughed as they joked about cameras seeing them and her soda getting reported to ABC. Carlos was really caught off guard by this weather, and was wearing what would be considered “summer clothes”.

“Look at this poor guy” Timothy said to his wife. While he was a very aggressive, very greedy corporate attorney, he was also very kind and generous. That is one of the reasons Brittany loved him with her whole heart and soul.

“Are you ok my friend?” Timothy asked the man as he and his wife slowly came to a stop on the icy hill to greet the stranger who was coming up it.

“Actually, I’m very hungry and I hate the cold.” the man answered back. Neither Brittany or Timothy immediately noticed that unlike them, when he spoke, there was no steam coming from his mouth on this frigid evening.

“Here, why don’t you take my scarf and some money. There is a McDonalds two blocks North. They are open, we just came from there.” Timothy said, handing the man both his expensive scarf, and $50. Brittany had never loved him more. As she watched with love and admiration as her tall, athletic, handsome husband committed a random act of kindness for a hungry, short, poor, sexy Mexican man.

Wait, why do I find that little guy sexy? Brittany suddenly asked herself. What was it about him? She studied him a little more, and as she did, she felt her pussy actually tingle a bit. God, he was hot. She had never been attracted to Hispanic guys before, especially little short fat ones. What the hell was going on? Why was he so fucking sexy? Brittany was suddenly very glad she had put a cute outfit on and decided to look good going to McDonalds.

“Do you live around here?” Carlos asked Timothy.

“Y-yes” Timothy answered, also oddly affected by the stranger as well.

“Do you own your home?” Carlos asked.

“yes” Timothy confirmed again.

Now Carlos’ mood really improved. Humans knew a lot about Vampire lore, but there were some things that they didn’t truly understand. This was very true surrounding some of the rules of being invited into a home. It could only be done by the true owner of the home. Therefore, renters could not invite a vampire in. Also, another little known fact was that a vampire could hypnotically compel his victim to invite him into their home, but only if the victim was not currently in the home. So, that meant while he couldn’t just knock on a door and get someone to invite him in, these two humans that were “out for delivery” fit the bill just perfect.

“Soy tu Maestra” Carlos said to Timothy, who understood perfectly as he stared back deep into the vampire’s eyes. “Invitame a tu casa”

“Please, won’t you come inside?” Timothy asked.

This was enough to wake Brittany from the light sexual trance she was in. She suddenly felt the coolness of her now damp panties. Wait, Tim shouldn’t invite a stranger into their home… “Tim, hold on…” she said.

“Mirame a los ojos” Carlos said to the Irish Scotish Italian American beauty who took French in high school and did not speak a lick of Spanish. Yet, her eyes immediately darted to his. She could almost feel her thoughts being unavoidably pushed aside. Even her concern over this odd situation was fading away, replaced by a growing sexual attraction, and a need to submit… to obey as he said to her, “Soy tu Maestra”

“Lead the way” Carlos directed Timothy. The husband took his wife’s hand and lead the stranger the rest of the way down the snow covered street back to their condo. Brittany continued to look back at Carlos, she couldn’t help it. He was so fascinating, so sexual. She tried to stop herself. She knew she was married, and she had truly never wanted anyone other than Timothy since they met a decade ago. But Carlos, the short, pudgy little Mexican man, was absolutely irresistible.

Carlos asked Timothy to formally invite him in once more as they reached the condo. He of course obliged. Carlos looked around as he stepped inside. First of all, it felt nice to be warm again. He was also glad he had found these two out and about in a neighborhood that actually had power. So much of Texas was in the dark. The condo was very tastefully decorated, and Carlos could quickly tell that the couple had money.

He politely asked Brittany to lock all the doors and close all the blinds, which she did immediately. She was so turned on by him that she didn’t even wonder why he was doing that. When the last of the drapes were pulled closed, he thanked her. They locked eyes. She felt her heart jump and her nipples harden. Her pussy was already soaked. She seductively walked over to him as he embraced her in a long sensual kiss. Carlos was all that mattered to her. Timothy had been forgotten.

However, Timothy had not forgotten her. The sight of his beautiful, beloved wife passionately making out with another man was enough to snap him out of his trance.

“Brittany, stop! Something is fucked up here!” Timothy shouted.

Carlos stopped kissing and glared over at Timothy. Brittany however was still kissing his face as he looked away, lovingly stroking his hair, completely in his thrall. Timothy felt a cold chill as Carlos cast his eyes upon him.

The vampire gently took Brittany’s arms and placed them down by her side as she continued to stare down Timothy, to stare down his prey. Timothy knew his life was in danger. Fight or flight kicked in, but with his wife also in trouble, he couldn’t escape. He had no choice but to fight. He lunged at the much smaller Carlos.

With supernatural quickness and strength, Carlos caught the pouncing Timothy by the neck with his hand. He then lifted him up with one arm, rising his shoes about two feet off the ground. Timothy’s eyes widened at shock as he realized the might of this beast. Carlos angrily threw Timothy over the granite kitchen island, causing him to smash the stools on the other side. With equal quickness, Carlos leapt over the island and feasted on Timothy’s neck. Quickly and efficiently, he drained the attorney of blood and life force. The vampire felt his own strength grow with each ounce.

Brittany’s kiss with Carlos had exchanged some bodily fluids between them. Even some of Carlos’ saliva in her mouth was enough to keep her much deeper under his spell than Timothy had been. However, this was her beloved husband on the ground, being attacked by this stranger. She slowly moved over to the counter and peered over to see what was happening.

“Timothy?” she said quietly, causing Carlos to stop feeding and turn his attention to her.

His mouth showing only trickles of blood (he had spent years learning how to eat cleanly), he rose from his victim. Brittany’s eyes were stuck on her lifeless husband on the kitchen floor. Carlos looked at her as he moved slowly to her. He heard her breathing get quicker as he got closer. She had a look on her, like she was asking him to fuck her right now but did not have the courage to say anything. He had seen that look many times. Slowly, Carlos circled her, getting behind her, grinding his hard cock in his pants along her ass. "He was your husband, but he wasn’t your Master, was he?"

"No." Brittany said softly and immediately Carlos dropped his pants. Brittany was in heat and followed, pulling her skirt down along her knees. Instantly, she was bent over the counter and getting rammed by his vampiric cock in her tight pussy.

"Harder! Fuck me Harder!" Brittany begged him, speaking in a way she never had. "Oh! My! God!" she repeated with every thrust he pushed. Her hands knocking over things on the counter as he thrusted.

"Yesss my slave!" Carlos said, fucking her with all his might, grunting like a wild animal,. Brittany wrapped her arms around his waist encouraging him go even harder.

Carlos turned the married nutritionist around and she quickly stepped out her skirt. He picked her up like she was a feather, Brittany let out a loud yelp, and sat her on his rigid cock as he really started fucking her. Brittany was bouncing on his cock up and down, her shirt pulled up to reveal her tits. Their chests sliding along each other as she rose and fell on his cock.

Brittany looked him dead in the eyes and move in for a passionate sloppy kiss, not noticing or caring about the bits of Timothy’s blood. Carlos kept his fast fucking motion as he returned her kiss. They tongues were dancing and exploring each other's mouths.

Brittany pulled away and kept screaming, "Yassss!! Give it to me! FUCK ME MASTER!"

Carlos pulled her into his cock as he thrusted in, as he lets out some powerful grunts, BAM! Brittany let out whimper and moan as she bounced off his hips, before she could escape the full length of his cock, Carlos pulled her back in again and with even more force. BAM! BAM! BAM

Brittany was beyond her limits, she was dead weight barely able to keep herself on him as she flopped around, obsessively thanking and begging creature who had just killed her husband.

Finally Carlos lifted her off his cock and set her down on her knees. Then aggressively grabbed her head and plunged his cock into her mouth. Brittany had never sucked a cock before, but she quickly got up to speed as she was getting used to her new Master’s cock. It began to slide inside her mouth easily as she began gulping it in with each thrust. Saliva was running down chin and onto her chest.

"Yes my pet!" Carlos screamed, as pulled his glistening cock out her mouth. He held his cock by the base slapping Brittany side to side until...

"Uhhhhnnnggg!" Carlos's wailed, as he shot several thick stream of creamy white cum onto Brittany's face.

Carlos brought Brittany's face back in and immediately, she knew what to do. Her succulent lips instantly wrapped around his cock’s head and began sucking the remaining juices out and around his cock. Carlos knew full well that his essence was going to give him full and utter control of this beautiful woman.

When she was finally finished, he looked down at her. “What do you do for work?” he asked. He noticed his English was much better after consuming Timothy’s blood. Little things like that always intrigued him, even after 150 or more years of being a vampire.

“I’m a nutritionist” she answered him as she lovingly caressed his leg, still on her knees.

Carlos laughed, as he briefly wondered what the nutritional value of a vampire’s cum was. “Where do you work?”

“Baylor Specialty Hospital, here in North Dallas” she answered. Her heart jumped as her Master nodded approvingly.

“Can you get me to the coroner?” he asked, as he began the plan to dispose of Timothy without alerting the authorities. The coroner would become his human slave, just as Brittany would. There was some work ahead of him, but for what began as a cold hungry night, this unexpected delivery had drastically improved Carlos’ outlook here in North Dallas.

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fantastica-daily · 4 years ago

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Richard Elfman on his new bizarro comedy - Aliens, Clowns & Geeks

By Staci Layne Wilson

When it comes to cult science fiction movies, Forbidden Zone stands tall. Richard Elfman's 1980 Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo vehicle was a one-of-a-kind film zooming down on a one-way street to a whacky conclusion that’s stayed in the minds of schlock cinema fans ever since. His latest film, Aliens, Clowns & Geeks is an equally wild and expressionistic indie featuring Austin Powers' Verne Troyer in his last role, promising that Aliens, Clowns & Geeks is the antidote to mainstream and a breakneck cure for the run-of-the-mill.

“I was fortunate to have my dream cast on this one, including Verne Troyer (Mini-Me) as my demonic clown emperor–his final film role,” says Elfman. “Our ninety-minute film has seventy-five minutes of driving music by my brother Danny (Elfman) and acclaimed animation composer, Ego Plum Guerrero. Along with Danny’s to-die-for clown and alien music, Ego added a Latin element with the band we play with, Mambo Demonico.” The score was composed by Danny Elfman, who wrote the theme song to The Simpsons, the music to The Nightmare Before Christmas and did the singing voice of Jack Skellington, and won six Saturn awards.

"Eddy Pine (Bodhi Elfman) is a jaded actor dealing with the cancellation of his series," reads the official synopsis. "To complicate matters, he wakes up with the key to the universe stuck up his ass. Apparently an alien Clown Emperor (Verne Troyer) is in hot pursuit of this, as are his rivals, the Green Aliens. Professor von Scheisenberg (French Stewart) and his comely Swedish assistants, the Svenson sisters (Rebecca Forsythe as Helga, Angeline-Rose Troy as Inga), come to Eddy’s aid. If only Eddy hadn’t fallen for Helga, and then the aliens manipulate his mind to confuse her with Inga! And when the mad little Clown Captain (Martin Klebba) steps on the gas and shifts his spaceship into fourth gear, all hell breaks loose.”

We had the opportunity to sit down with Richard to ask him about his movie.

Q. To what do you attribute your enduring interest in clowns? And why do you think they’re so fascinating to people in general?

As I’ve always said: “To be born a male redhead is to be born into a clown suit.” Hence my carrot-topped brother Danny and I have always had a fascination with clowns. Coupled with our wicked sense of humor and a love of the horror genre, it was an easy morph into thoughts of creepy clowns. Just like dolls and puppets—yes, I’m speaking Anabelle—clowns can have something “surreal” about them. Bill Skarsgard’s Pennywise really nails it. And I laughed my head off at Killer Klowns From Outer Space. (And we have honk-honking shit-load of killer clowns in my new film).

Q. How did the idea for Aliens, Clowns & Geeks come about? Is it similar to The Forbidden Zone?

Joined-at-the-hip. Yes. And no. Forbidden Zone is basically a surrealistic “human-cartoon” set to musical numbers. So I was working on Forbidden Zone 2, a thematic extension of FZ but on a much grander scale. I did a successful crowd-funder to develop the project, then, with the help of my producers, raised about half the budget. They asked me if we could do something quick (and cheaper) in the interim to keep the momentum going.

So I basically locked myself in my roof-top writing garret with a box of cigars and many bottles of whiskey and banged out my Geeks script over the next three weeks.

Geeks is utterly zany and music-driven, but it’s not a “singing musical” so to speak like FZ. It has surrealistic elements, thanks to my insane special effects department--and a little help from Hieronymus Bosch—but I would describe Geeks having cartoony elements rather than being a total “human cartoon” as FZ was…if that makes any sense. (And please don’t try!)

Q. Tell us about the multiple roles played by your family – and do you have role as well? What was it like working with your family – any funny stories?

My son Bodhi Elfman—a serious dramatic actor with 100s of credits--did a great comic turn as Eddy, the lead; a bitter out of work actor who wakes up with the key to the universe stuck up his ass. He also played the ass-kissing clown (literally) on the space ship plus the green alien network executive who orders the destruction of Earth. My wife Anastasia played multiple roles, everything from a nun to a carny slut. She also danced and choreographed the cabaret burlesque numbers as well as played a clown…until she got sick from the chemicals inside the clown mask and had to throw up—after we got the shot, of course--committed trouper that she is. When I met Anastasia she was a ballet dancer with a “day job” at a horror fx shop. She can dance with a broken toe but seems to have developed a sensitivity to certain shop chemicals.

I played a clown as well and almost threw up from laughing. I must say Geeks was a fun show to work on (my greatest joy is creating a sense of fun) and the actors and crew had serious trouble keeping from laughing as I directed in insane clown attire. What a fucking visual!

And brother Danny—what can I say? As an independent (hence lower budget) film maker it helps when your little brother in Mozart.

Q. Tell us how you ran away and joined the circus.

Actually, The Grande Magic Circus--a French musical theatre company. 1971, I was twenty-one, visiting the Festival of New Theatre in Montreal. I ran into a scruffy Parisian street troupe. They had something though, a charisma, an élan, whatever-- it attracted me. Director J��rôme Savary needed a percussionist—et voila, that was me! I persuaded them to give me several minutes onstage at the festival doing my comedy/horror piece set to an Eric Satie’s Gnossienne. When I “killed” the pianist in a pool of blood the audience was shocked. And they loved it!

Then, back in California, I went to see Marcel Carne’s masterpiece Les Enfant de Paradise , a three hour film set in the Paris theatre scene of the 1830’s. I exited the theatre, stopped, turned around and went back in and saw it again.

A few months later I received a letter from Jerome. Peter Brook, famed director of London’s Royal Shakespeare Company was backing the Magic Circus in a large Paris theatre. Would I like to join them? Bloody hell!! Hence, I ran away and joined the “circus.”

Q. Tell us something about your time with the Magic Circus, how it influenced you and also how your brother Danny Elfman joined the show.

I might say that working with Jérôme Savary was perhaps my single greatest influence. The troupe had classically trained actors from the Comedie Francais as well as more Avant guard performers. Jerome was a genius, his material had a sense of Absurdism that really struck me. I would later develop this absurdism in my own fashion. Certainly with my own troupe, the Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo (later Oingo Boingo). By the way, my film Forbidden Zone was essentially our Mystic Knights stage show set to film.

Danny—several days out of high school--showed up at my 5ème, Rue Descartes doorstep with his electric violin. The company violinist was from the Paris Opera. Jerome liked to improvise. The opera guy couldn’t deviate one note from the written score. I believe my brother is Mozart reincarnated. He could follow any improvisation and got the job and toured with us for the summer throughout France. He and I opened the show with him on violin, me on percussion—the first music Danny Elfman ever wrote.

Q. Any other interesting experiences that you and Danny had there?

We were in a Basque town near the Spanish border. If I may digress, I am four years Danny’s senior. I went to a high school in Crenshaw (Boyz in the Hood), Danny ended up at a school with no guns. I was a tough boxer. Danny might be described as a bespectacled science nerd. So it’s Friday night, the audience was really rowdy and restless. My “street sense” knew it was just a matter of time before the fights broke out. We had an Argentine fellow in the troupe, “Katshurro,” nicest fellow. Drunks in the audience picked up on his accent and shouted terrible Spanish insults about his mother. Katshurro stopped mid-performance, his eyes bugging out of head, and he dove right into the audience swinging away. All hell broke loose. Everyone was fighting, sets crashing down. Danny’s glasses got knocked off. Well, and not for the first time, I managed to get Danny out of trouble with both his glasses and violin intact.

Q. Tell us about the cast you assembled – which includes Verne Troyer in his final screen performance. What was he like? Who does he play in the film?

I really had my dream cast. Along with my son Bodhi we had lovely kung-fu kicking Rebecca Forsythe, versatile Angeline-Rose Troy who not only played Rebecca’s sexy Swedish sister, but donned prosthetics to play poor Eddy’s junkie/whore “Mom from Hell.”

Professor von Scheisenberg was played impeccable veteran French Stewart (Third Rock From the Sun). Another great vet was George Wendt (Cheers) as Father Mahoney. Six foot six comic Steve Agee (Sarah Silverman Show, Guardians of the Galaxy) played both a tough cross-dressing bar owner and a stuttering dufis in a chicken suit. Nic Novicki (Boardwalk Empire) played his nasty little-person boss. I was really blessed with a great ensemble to work with.

And, of course, Verne Troyer, our megalomaniac Clown Emperor. What a wonderful talent to work with! He was funny on set, insisted on doing things in spite of physical limitations and he gave us hilarious comic improvisations. Little body. Big spirit. I will certainly miss him.

Q. The music is by Danny and you also have great animation… please give us some details what it’s like to create worlds through music and manufactured imagery.

Danny, along with my band mate--award winning animation composer Ego Plum (Guerrero)—really gave it to us. Seventy-five minutes of music in a ninety-minute film. ♪ ♫ La, tee-da and a boom boom boom! ♪ ♫ Music is essential to everything I do—especially setting the tone of my films. I even play music before I start writing.

As soon as Danny saw our surrealistic Bosch dream sequence and goofy clown rocket ships he agreed to do the score…after he stopped laughing. I play percussion in a quirky Latin band, Mambo Demonico, led by Hollywood’s top tv animation composer, Ego Plum. He and Danny work with the same people, including Oingo Boingo lead guitarist Steve Bartek, who subsequently has done every one of Danny’s film arrangements. Steve and the original Oingo Boingo members all played on our sound track. I must brag that we do have great fucking music!

You know, Danny was a bespectacled science nerd growing up, basically stayed out of trouble. That was my department. Oddly, he wasn’t really into music. No bands, no concerts, no big music collection. Life is funny how things turned out. I showed him a rough cut of Geeks, he laughed his ass off and offered to do it. Yes, I’m very lucky to have “Mozart” as my little brother!

Q. Who is Aliens, Clowns & Geeks for? Do you think movies like this are more likely to find a mainstream audience?

Forbidden Zone may be a “cult” movie but it still plays all over the world--after forty years. Just this past month FZ played festivals in France and South Korea. Geeks is certainly not for everyone—no one falls in love then dies of cancer. But it will find an audience I am sure. Anyone who had fun with Killer Klowns From Outer Space, liked Rocky Horror, even What We Do in the Shadows in terms of a quirky, wicked sense of humor. I also think it will play well in mental asylums…it certainly shall send people there in any case.

Geeks doesn’t fit into the scheme of “modern films.” Actually, the shooting style and underlying three-act story structure harkens back to classic comedies (says the son of a former English teacher turned novelist). The trappings though, are insane and off-the-wall. You might say it’s just my own, goony creation. Love it or hate it, the humor is balls-out outrageous, definitely not for everyone--no one dies of cancer. Geeks is simply meant to be fun for essentially the genre audience.

Q. What’s your proudest moment associated with making the film?

Proudest moment? Maybe finally paying the actors. People say I’ve embraced the indie spirit. I don’t know how much I “embrace” it, so much as am fucked by it, having to work on such a modest budget. Although I’ve been a “hired gun” and directed scripts written by others, Geeks is really the first time since my 1980 Forbidden Zone that I’ve really done purely my own vision. Per John Waters, well, I’d hope he’d have something strong to drink and/or smoke and then laugh his ass off watching it! That’s what it was like creating the film: Drinking scotch and smoking cigars in my rooftop writing garret, laughing my ass off! The green aliens have a totally high-tech ship, except for the automotive steering wheel and four-on-the-floor to shift gears. For the clowns we went for an absurdly updated version of Flash Gordon. And when our tiny clown emperor takes possession of an earth body, he has little dummy of the earthling sitting in his lap, their heads connected by electrical wires. Absurd and ridiculous, and that’s my middle name.

Want to see a double feature of The Forbidden Zone and Aliens, Clowns & Geeks? You can! They will play at The Regency in L.A. as part of The Valley Film Festival on 1/30/21. Get tickets here.

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Look for our review of Aliens, Clowns & Geeks here soon!

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talesfromthesnogbox · 5 years ago

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Big (Trash) Mouth

Summary: Richie Tozier is an already overall awkward human being, the absolute last thing he needed was an untimely visit from Maury, his hormone monster.The Big Mouth x It (2017) crossover I apparently needed but couldn't find.

Word Count: 4164

Notes: Soooooo yeah, I posted something on tumblr a little while ago about how I needed this crossover and nobody took the bait so I took it myself. I've never written for It or for Big Mouth, so I'm sure this is all wildly out of character, but whatever, it sparked joy. It was... interesting attempting to write this and not say a lot of the things I knew Richie would say, but I didn't want to go there being in my mid 20's and writing 15 year olds. So yeah. Enjoy?

P.S. I totally headcanon Maggie and Went Tozier to be EXACTLY like Mr and Mrs Birch if you’ve seen Big Mouth, so I wrote them that way.

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Big Trash Mouth

“Late bloomer”. It’s something Richie had heard his whole life.

Late to start talking, walking, late to potty train, and now…

“Bill, when the hell did you decide to grow a mustache?”

Richie rolled his eyes as his friends fawned over how masculine it made him look. Their voices all deeper, bodies filling out the way they should be. He was fourteen and still gangly as ever, the only thing that had changed with Richie was his height. He now towered over his friends, but still had the awkward squeaky voice. His cheeks were still filled with baby fat, and he walked like a newborn giraffe.

All he wished for was to grow up, like his friends were. He talked the big talk, but in reality, Richie was a scared little boy. His heart thudded in his chest when he thought about what his first kiss would be like. Sure, Bill and Bev were really the only two losers who swapped spit on the regular, but Stan had kissed a girl from camp, and Mike had been actively pursuing one of the girls in their year at school after they’d kissed at a birthday party in a round of truth or dare. Eddie always blushed and told them to fuck off whenever he was asked, which left Richie and Ben as the last two losers.

Ben was a romantic, he wanted it to be special, which Richie always fake gagged at before running his mouth about the love of his life, Mrs. K. It was easier to make a joke about it than face up to what he was really thinking about…

It wasn’t that Richie couldn’t see himself settling down one day, or having a crazy whirlwind romance. He was just young, he wasn’t thinking about it. All he wanted was to be with Eddie.

He’d deny it to anyone who asked if he had a crush on Eddie (even to himself). It wasn’t a crush, Eddie was his best friend of all the losers. He knew what they had was special, and he wanted to grow old with him… and be like, best friends forever, ya know?

Nevertheless, Richie would shake off the feeling. He’d shaken it off at twelve, and he was still shaking it off at fifteen… for a little while at least.

It was hot that night, he’d been reading one of his dad’s old Batman comics, and he realized Batman and Robin were a little close for just friends.

“Ha, totally gay.” He’d muttered, trying to ignore the feeling of his heart beating wildly at the thought. Unlike most of his friends, he didn’t see the appeal to characters like Catwoman. She was sexy, sure, but he didn’t feel the attraction to her. But Batman…

A shiver ran through Richie, and suddenly, a rumble came from his closet. He jumped, terrified that the fucking clown might be back again.

“H-hello?” Richie whispered, praying there wouldn’t be an answer. After a moment of silence, he turned back to Batman. The story became lost on Richie, he stopped focusing on what was happening, and continued to zone in on Batman’s well-sculpted body; and then the rattling started again. “Fuck, hello? Eds, did you follow me home again?”

The closet door opened and a dark figure walked out; a big ugly monster, covered in hair revealed himself in the light. “Who the fuck is Eds?”

Richie shouted as the thing came closer. He slapped himself across the face, attempting to wake himself from whatever nightmare he was in, but he wasn’t waking up.

“What’re you doing kid? With the whole… slapping thing?”

“What the fuck are you?” Richie shouted again, adjusting his glasses and scrambling further up his bed.

“Oh, me? I’m Maury! I’m your hormone monster!”

“My what?”

“Your hormone monster! Congrats kid, you’re a man now.” Richie looked at him, confused and a little horrified of the physical monster that had manifested in front of him. “Look Rich, you’re reading a dirty magazine or some shit, your mind wandered for a bit, badda bing badda boom, here I am. So why don’t you… how did you put it… tickle your pickle and call it an evening?”

“What the fuck.”

“What, are you not looking at your dad’s Playboys?” Richie stared at the thing… Maury… in horror for a moment. “No, I’m reading a Batman comic.”

“Odd flex, but okay, I can work with that. Chicks dig a man in a spandex suit, I bet he gets so much pussy.”

~~~*~~~

Richie had barely slept that night. Maury kept him awake, flooding his mind with confusing thoughts and images.

“Wow Rich, you look horrible.”

“Thanks asshole, not looking too shabby yourself.” He snapped back at Stan as they reached the quarry together. He was not in the mood today.

Hanging out at the quarry today instead of the clubhouse turned out to be a blessing and a curse. The cold water woke him up instantly, and soon enough, Richie was back to being the trashmouth they all knew and loved. But shortly after jumping in, Eddie arrived.

Richie’s heart thudded, and a weak smile broke across his face as Eddie dropped his bike, waving to his friends. Then… his clothes started coming off.

“Ohhhh, shit man, I see how it is, that’s Eds.”

He jumped. “Fuck’s sake, you scared the shit outta me.” Maury had appeared out of nowhere, and it put Richie right back into his bad mood.

“Yeah man, who knew short, angry and hypochondriac would be the one to get your motor running. I thought for sure it’d be the tall, leggy redhead.”

“Shut up, Eds does not get my motor running. He’s my best friend.”

“Oh yeah? Tell that to your dick.”

“What? FUCK.” Sure enough, Richie felt the same unfamiliar stirring he’d started feeling the night before low in his belly. He sunk lower in the water, covering his shoulders, moving as far away from his friends as he could.

“Hey Richie!” Eddie yelled. “Get over here, I need a partner for chicken.”

“Oh yeah, chicken is a fave. Think about it Richie, Eddie sitting on your shoulders, it would be so easy to just turn him around and bury your face—”

“FUCK OFF MAURY. I GET IT.”

“Well you obviously don’t. That problem in your pants wasn’t a problem until he showed up.”

“Oh my god, OKAY. I’m attracted to dudes.” Richie hung his head low, his face burning.

“And…”

“And what? I said what I said.”

“Come on man, it goes deeper than that. You’ve had four other dudes in their tighty-whities feet away from you literally all afternoon and you waited till Spaghetti man showed up to pop a boner.”

Richie frowned. “Um, you’re the hormone monster, none of that was my decision apparently.”

“No, but the gay thoughts you’ve been having about Eddie were all yours.”

Before that day, Richie would have denied it until his face turned blue, but finally, he had to come clean with himself.

“Fine, fine. I’m attracted to Eddie; I have gay thoughts about my best friend. I… I l—I like Eddie.”

“Atta boy! Now go tackle him and pretend your hand slipped when you touch his butt.”

~~~*~~~

“Hey Richie, why were you being so weird earlier today?”

Richie spluttered. Bev had always been forward, calling him out on his bullshit, but he didn’t expect that she’d call him out on it today. The two of them had become close. Richie’s mom adored Bev, she was always welcome at the Tozier house for dinner, a sleepover, whatever she needed. He never questioned why his mom let him have a girl sleep over all the time, but now he supposed she had an inkling that he might not think about girls that way.

He leaned back against his headboard and looked straight ahead.

“I… um…”

“I thought it might be the boner you popped when you saw Eddie strip down, but you were quiet all afternoon.”

Richie felt his face pale. “You… what?”

She laughed. “Stan pointed it out, Mike begged us not to say anything after the sleepover incident.”

“Fuck, well that’s embarrassing. I feel like I’ve lost control, my hormones are like a fucking monster, always there, just waiting to attack.” Richie sounds crazy in his own ears.

“Is it weird that I understand?” Richie looks at her curiously. “Sometimes I just… I just feel so angry, I want to scream and cry, but then…” she shakes her head, “Bill comes in and just… he makes it all better. But then it’s hard to control myself there too.”

“Oooh, Bevvie, you gonna spill all the dirty deets about Big Bill?”

She giggles. “Shut up, asshole. You gonna spill the beans on why you popped a boner at the quarry?”

“I think I have a crush on Eddie.” Richie’s surprised to hear it come out of his own mouth, let alone with another person in the room.

“Yeah dipshit, tell me something I don’t know.”

“Wait, what?” Maury popped up in the corner of Richie’s eye as they spoke it together. “Dude, what the fuck, how’d she find out before you did?”

“You two aren’t exactly subtle you know. We’ve been placing bets on when it would finally come out forever.”

“But… but Bev, neither of us… I didn’t even tell you I was gay. I didn’t even really admit it until very recently.” He paused. “Oh yeah, I’m gay by the way, you’re… you’re the first of the losers to know.”

She looks down at her feet, embarrassed by her own outburst. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… thank you for telling me Rich, I’m proud of you for coming out.”

“Thanks Bevvie.” He opened up as she leaned into him.

“It’s just… you and Eddie have something different, something special between you two.”

“Yeah, but… just because he likes guys too, doesn’t mean he’s into me.” Richie pouted.

Bev turns to look at him. “Richard.” She deadpans.

“What?”

“Eddie’s been flirting with you since we were fucking thirteen.”

“Um, he’s been bitching at me since we were fucking thirteen is I think what you meant to say.”

“No, flirting. He’s been pulling your metaphorical pigtails. And the shorts, he literally only wears them when you’re around because you always comment on them.”

“What? Richard, you never told me there were shorts involved.” Maury popped up. “I demand to see the shorts, take me to the shorts!”

Richie rolled his eyes, his heart thudding in his chest. Could Eddie like him back? “That still doesn’t mean anything, Bev.”

“That means everything, Rich.”

“Yeah Rich, that means everything! I think Eddie likes you man. Maybe try sticking your tongue down his throat, it’ll be like a fun little experiment to see for sure.”

He ignored Maury, still turning red at the thought.

Beverly smirked. “You’re imagining sticking your tongue down his throat, aren’t you?”

Maury raised his eyebrows. “Wow, she’s good.”

He shoved her, a smile cracking on his face. “Shut up.”

“Never.” Bev composed herself and leaned back into Richie. “I think you should tell him.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Richie shook his head. “I-I can’t. He’d never—”

“I literally just told you he’s been flirting with you for years. Spit it out Richie, it’ll feel good once you do. Plus, boyfriend.”

“No, but he’s my best friend. What if I fuck it all up and he never wants to see me again? Or worse, what if we do end up dating, and I hurt him? I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt him. I just want him to be happy.”

“He’d be a lot happier if he were with you Richie.” Beverly reached up and stroked the hair away from his forehead.

“Okay, maybe so. But maybe I’m just not ready to come all the way out yet.”

She smiled. “That’s okay too.”

~~~*~~~

Months went by, and Maury continued to torture Richie to no end. He somehow sprouted up even taller, his voice got even lower, and suddenly he was just… hairy.

Richie had grown up a lot, but not just physically.

He was still Richie Trashmouth Tozier, but in much smaller doses than he had been before. He almost stopped relying on dirty jokes and made genuinely funny remarks, he stopped trying to take the spotlight, and opened up to, and listened to his friends in return. Richie had become almost civilized.

He’d come out to his parents; they were every bit as loving and supportive as they’d always been, sometimes overly supportive.

“You know sweetheart, my friend from work has a nephew in the next town over who’s gay, maybe we should set you two up.” His mom would say.

“Richie, you should really think about cleaning up the hair on your face, at least until you can grow a proper beard. Your mother has told me scratchy kisses are unpleasant, and you don’t want some nice boy to think you give scratchy kisses.” His dad would lament.

Richie’s parents were a lot, but he was grateful that they cared.

“For god’s sake man, why did your dad cry teaching you how to shave your face?” Maury said, rolling his eyes.

“Because he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that I’m growing up and I won’t be his baby anymore.”

“Geez, that’s bleak.”

Richie and Maury’s attention was drawn to the window as he heard a gentle clink. They approached carefully, only to find Eddie at the base of his house looking up.

“Well well well, would you look at that. Just saw him this afternoon, but little Eds came back for some of that sweet Trashmouth lovin I see.” Maury waggled his eyebrows. “OH! And he wore the shorts. The SHORTS Richie!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Richie opened his window. “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” He called down to Eddie.

“Really not in the fucking mood right now, Trashmouth.” He sounded broken, small. There was anger and hurt layered under his displeasure to Richie’s usual antics. “I—I don’t think I’ll be able to climb up. But…”

“Say no more Spaghetti. Come around to the front, my parents are in the kitchen, I’ll sneak you in.”

Richie raced to the front door as quickly and quietly as he could. When he saw Eddie’s broken expression, he immediately brought him in for a hug.

“I’m okay.” Eddie repeated, but he didn’t look okay.

“Come upstairs, we just have to get past Maggie and Went.”

They tiptoed into the house, but Maggie Tozier was like a bloodhound. “Richie, is that Bev with you? Oh, hi Eddie, what a nice surprise.” She smiled as she turned the corner and spotted the two boys.

Eddie smiled. “Hi Mrs. Tozier. Sorry to interrupt your evening, I won’t stay long.”

“Nonsense, stay as long as you’d like. Can I get you boys anything, a snack? Something to drink?” Maggie smiled, sensing something was wrong. “Eddie, is everything okay?”

Eddie smiled but shook his head. “It’s complicated.” He shrugged, but Maggie’s eyes were kind, encouraging him to share. “I… it’s my mom… she’s been even more overbearing since I came out to her and we got in a fight. I just needed some air. I think I should have just kept it to myself and not told her I’m gay.”

Maggie rushed over, and Went popped his head into view. “Oh honey thank you for telling me. Never feel ashamed to be who you are.” She pulled him into a hug, Went rushing over to join them. “Well if you ever need some extended time away, there’s more than enough room for you here.”

“Thanks Mrs. T.”

“Wow man, this is all pretty gay.” Maury snuck in. “Ha, get it, gay? Cause we’re like totally gay and sharing feelings ‘n shit? Yeah, that’s some good shit.”

Richie rolled his eyes at the hormone monster, and touched Eddie’s shoulder lightly. “Love the whole Full House heart to heart thing that’s going on, but I think Eddie came over to take his mind off it all. Wanna go upstairs and play on the Super Nintendo?”

Eddie smiled and nodded, following the other boy into his room.

“Went, did you know Eddie was gay?” Maggie asked her husband quietly.

“I had an inkling. I think something very beautiful is happening with our son and his best friend right under our noses.”

Maggie frowned. “Just because they’re both gay—”

He shook his head. “No, no. They’ve had something special from the beginning, my sweet. I think it’s just the natural progression of their relationship.” Went kissed his wife’s cheek, and went back to their cleaning.

~~~*~~~

In the hours that had passed, Richie successfully took Eddie’s mind off his mother. The two teens laughed as they played Street Fighter, shoveling popcorn that Maggie had brought up into their smiling mouths.

It was Friday, so Eddie didn’t feel bad about drifting off in Richie’s bed shortly after they’d both collapsed in it, comic books sprawled at their feet.

Richie looked on as Eddie peacefully slept beside him. His features were soft, boyish still, but a hint of developing masculinity lay beneath the baby fat that remained. He removed his glasses and flipped off his lamp, settling into his normal sleeping position when Eddie snuggled in against his side.

Fuck.

“Oh shit, Richie, I don’t think Eddie’s asleep.” Maury once again made an appearance.

“What the fuck are you talking about, he’s totally asleep. Maury, what do I do?”

“Um… um… do you think he’d mind if you—”

“YES. Yes he would absolutely mind if I just whipped my dick out in the middle of our sleepover Maury.”

“Richie…” His head turned to the boy in his arms who was obviously very much not asleep. “I can hear you thinking. Shut the fuck up and hold me.”

“You heard the man Richard, he wants to be held, hold him!”

Richie moved hesitantly, gaining confidence as Eddie snuggled in closer to him. He could feel his friend’s breath lightly hitting his neck, getting closer and closer as he searched for that perfectly comfortable sweet spot in Richie’s arms. Eddie’s lips lightly grazed his neck, and suddenly Richie bolted upright, feeling the familiar tension stir in his gut.

“Richie?” Eddie sat up sleepily, eyes boring into the side of Richie’s face.

“Why the fuck would you move! If you would have waited a few more minutes, sweet, sweet magic could have happened!” Maury whined, dragging a hairy hand down his face.

“I—I’m sorry Eddie, I just… gotta save some lovin for your mom, am I right?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I-is it weird, being like this together now, because I’m gay?” They had indeed had sleepovers before where Richie had woken up with Eddie curled around him, but it had never bothered him until Maury showed up.

“N-no, no, that’s not it. I’m gay too, asshole.”

Eddie got up, walking towards Richie hesitantly. “Then why…” and then in the moonlight, he caught a glimpse of why. “Oh my god, classic Trashmouth. It’s like the quarry all over again. You really can’t control that thing can you?” He joked.

Richie had no witty response for him. He was silent for a moment, letting his own embarrassment wash over him. “I’m sorry Eddie.”

Eddie frowned. “For what? We’re teenage boys, that shit happens like all the time in our sleep.”

“Eddie, I… I wasn’t sleeping.”

Maury’s eyes shot open. “Richie why the fuck would you do that, he’s gonna think you’re some sort of pervert! Not that I wouldn’t love you any less if you were some sort of pervert, believe me, I could tell you stories about some of the other kids I’ve been assigned to.”

“Maury, just… just shut up, please.”

“What do you mean you weren’t sleeping? Richie, we’ve been asleep for—”

Richie shook his head. “You’ve been asleep for hours, I… I couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts of Mrs. K running through—”

“Richie please, you literally just said you were gay.” The two were silent for a moment. Eddie looked at him hesitantly and nodded. “Okay. Does this happen with—”

“No.” Richie closed his eyes and collapsed back on his bed, willing the horribly timed problem to go away. “No, Eddie, just you.” He let out a groan of frustration.

Maury stood behind Eddie, unable to read his expression. “Shit man, I think you have to tell him how you feel now.”

“I’m sorry Eds, I never meant for you to find out like this… I never meant for you to find out at all.”

“What the fuck are you going on about Richie?”

Richie sat up and looked Eddie in the eye. “Eds… Eds you don’t get it?”

Eddie spluttered. “N-not really! I have no fucking clue what you’re trying to say right now. All I can tell from this conversation is that you’re gay and still apparently fucking my mother, and you popped a boner from lying beside me. I’m not a fucking mind-reader man, I’ve got no idea what—”

Richie’s lips gently touching Eddie’s cut off his rant. The kiss only lasted a second, but it left the two teens breathless.

“O-oh.” Eddie’s eyebrows were in his hairline, and Richie couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

“Holy fucking shit kid, you fucking did it.”

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Neither boy wanted to speak first, neither wanted to look into the other’s eyes. Richie was beyond embarrassed, and he couldn’t help but feel like he’d maybe lost a friend.

“Fucking hell Eddie, even your mother is more talkative in bed.” He laughed nervously, adjusting his glasses.

“Shit man, he’s not saying anything. Whip it out, whip your dick out! Stun the motherfucker into saying something!” Maury yelled and jumped about.

“Richie… we were having a moment, why the fuck would you bring my mother into this again?”

Richie’s eyes went wide. “We… we were? I kinda thought you were going to jump out my window to be honest.”

“No, no! That… that was… good! I mean, I liked it.”

“You did?”

Eddie shoved Richie lightly. “Yes, dumbass, I did. I just don’t really know how to do this whole…” He pointed between the two of them.

“This whole what?”

“You know… um… crush… thing.”

“Crush!” Maury looked between the two boys and collapsed.

“Wait, you have a crush on me?” Richie pushed his hand through his hair.

“Yes asshole, why do you think I always try to partner with you in chicken? And sit beside you whenever we’re with the rest of the losers? I’ve had a crush on you for like… I dunno… like a really long time. And I kind of thought you did too. But now I’m wondering if maybe you just wanted another gay boy to I dunno, experiment with. Fuck, I’m an idiot.”

“No! No, Eds, me too, I feel that way too. The crush I mean.” Richie smiled and took the smaller boy’s hand in his. “I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole, and I’m sorry about…” he waved his free hand over his crotch. “I just… it’s like… uncontrollable. And like… your butt just looks really good in those shorts.”

“Beep beep trashmouth.” Eddie giggled. “I get it. I mean, I don’t, my dick isn’t trying to sabotage me, but it did at one point, and that sucked.”

Richie looked over to Maury accusingly. “Yeah, it does suck.” He shook his head and looked at Eddie. “So what do we do now?”

“Well I like you, and you like me, we could always… um I mean… you could be my boyfriend?”

Richie fake gasped. “Mamma dear!” He said in a southern belle accent. “This here boy wants to be my boyfriend!”

Maury shook his head. “Yeah man, maybe don’t do that.” But Eddie was giggling like a schoolgirl, eating Richie’s performance up. “Okay, wait, maybe you’re onto something. He likes it, keep doing it.”

Eddie shoved Richie again, knocking him down onto the bed, but tumbling after him. “Shut up asshole.”

“That’s asshole boyfriend to you, boyfriend.”

He blushed adorably. “Okay, asshole boyfriend.” Richie noticed Eddie’s gaze travelling between his eyes and his lips. Before he could stop himself, he leaned forwards, and kissed him again, this time longer, with more pressure.

Eddie’s breath hitched; it was perfect. Perfect until…

“Boys? Shouldn’t you be—oh!”

Richie pulled away from Eddie, and jolted back up again. “Mom!” He shouted. “This is why you need to knock!”

“Sorry sweetie, I’ll just… I’m gonna leave the door open a bit for you. We’re talking about this tomorrow. Goodnight boys, sleep tight! Make good choices!”

Maggie wandered back into her room, giggling as she crawled back into bed beside her husband.

“You may have been onto something with those two Wentworth.”

“See Mags, I told you. Something beautiful is happening.”

#reddie #reddie fic #richie x eddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #maury the hormone monster #It big mouth au #my writing

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Jackpot | pt. I

(Found this picture in @youthstuffs , thank you for posting it)

Genre: Fluff and Crack, I guess...

Warnings: Mentions of lap dance, boner and ejaculation (it’s not smutty, tho)

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x @taesbetch , Kim Namjoon x Reader

Word Counting: 7.6k

Synopsis: Nya spent her whole life in Las Vegas, she would never imagine that local knowledge would ever be useful. However, her vision changed when Kim Seokjin appeared and introduced her to a few friends, film producers, whose needed guidance through Las Vegas underrated places for a movie. She agreed in working for them, and in that moment none of their lives would ever be the same. What happens in Vegas, not always has to be kept in Vegas.

A/N: Heeeeeeeey Nya!! Here is the first part of your one shot (now two shots? Lol), well. First thing first, it’s not a proper romantic chapter, since I used it more for entertainment and slyly making the characters bond, not explicitly making them stay together. It was fun to write and create every place I described (none of them actually exists in Las Vegas, I mean there is something similar to Eleganza & Extravaganza, but in Brazil). I made a bunch of references to RuPaul’s Drag Race, and some from movies (The Hangover, Showgirls, Agent 83, 21, etc). Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, I swear the second part if fluffier and way more what’s expected from an one shot. Forgive any grammatical mistakes. Good reading xX

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The air smelled like whiskey and freshly cleaned wood. The slots were noisy and people yelled at them. The red walls and black carpet covered by footprints. Behind a long and wide curtain, a whole bunch of casino tables were in use. Blackjack making the dollar bills fly from hand to hand, trading them for casino chips. Money was lost and gained. People got in hopeful, chances mostly playing against their odds, but still willing to try and gain a fortune.

— Not everyone is Rain Main, though. - Namjoon said whilst looking through the tables, accompanied by his fellows Jungkook, Yoongi and Hoseok.

— Totally, why are we here anyways? We don’t gamble. You always told me not to play with lucky. - Jungkook held tight on his leather jacket sleeves.

— Do you know how to count cards? It’s illegal. If you get arrested I’ll show up only to mock you in jail. - Yoongi said, but decided to chill and buy a drink, tapping on his back pocket, looking for his wallet, not feeling it. - Shit, I think I lost my wallet with my cards, ID and money.

— You dropped it on the elevator’s floor. - Hoseok threw the wallet in Yoongi’s direction and grinned. - You took an eternity to notice.

— Why did I even brought you guys? Everyone is behaving like underage virgins trying to get in a strip club with an illegal ID. - Namjoon rolled his eyes and stopped, turning around on his calves. - Pull yourselves together, we are here ‘cuz Seokjin told me there’s someone willing to guide us through Las Vegas. It’s a woman and she works here.

— I miss Jin-hyung. He never denied a drink to his pals. - Hoseok said pouting, then getting back to his grinning self. - Is she that clever? Like, we travelled from England to Las Vegas short-noticed, she must be an ace, human map.

— You trust me, I trust Kim Seokjin and he trusts Nya. - Namjoon said and kept walking, looking for the indicated woman. According to her profile picture on Whatsapp, she had a curly brown hair, big dark eyes, with delicate yet strong facial traits. He checked the time on his cellphone, 7 p.m, Nya should finish her shift in one hour, but checking twice never harms.

- x - x - x - x -

Nya was feeling hot with her uniform. Not hot as sexy, but hot in the sense of igniting. Her white long-sleeved shirt was buttoned up, the vest warming everything even more. Not mentioning the constant stinging on her legs, caused by hours standing still distributing cards and, occasionally, trading money for chips. Still irritated, she focused on something else, specifically four koreans lads, dressed in casual clothings and staring around, as if they were looking for someone, Nya knew whom, but couldn’t yell or wave to call, since her manager wouldn’t approve such behavior.

A few months before she met with another korean guy, Kim Seokjin, with his broad shoulders covered by expensive suits, impeccable black hair and sharp tongue. Nya liked to chat with him, and shortly after found out he was looking for a guide to shown places in Las Vegas, affording to pay for the service. Everyone around were trying to get money through gambling, but the lucky one didn’t even touch a slot. Jade earned over US$1 thousand grands for her service.

Not long after, Seokjin contacted again claiming that he had indicated her work for a few friends. Acknowledging how rich he was, then a group of friends could pay even more. Whilst listening to the man explaining who the clients were, Nya was mentally chanting to ‘Billionaire’ by Bruno Mars.

The man sent a contact named ‘Kim Namjoon’. Nya and the new customer discussed additional informations, such as location and time to meet. Of course she knew he could show up earlier to check. Every sane one would confirm.

However, taking an attentive look at Seokjin’s friends, no one impressed her much. They were beautiful, specifically the taller one with lilac hair, Kim Namjoon himself, but also seemed to be a group of penny-pinchers. Great, there goes her ‘Billionaire’ dreams, landing straight on ‘Thrift Shop’ by Macklemore.

Once Namjoon finally detected Nya, he pulled his group of friends in the table’s direction, seating on a vague chair and staring at her, talking politely to the other players: an old lady wearing a thick fur-coat, black hair in a high ponytail and a white man with brown curly hair and using a Gucci sweater.

— Is that a lucky table? My friends here insist in saying I’m a jinx. - Namjoon asked and smiled, making the old lady blush and Nya side grinning.

Hoseok decided to take Yoongi and Jungkook to the bar, leaving the lilac haired man there, but promising to bring him a drink. Namjoon didn’t seem to care, trying to find a subtle way to ask Nya when her shift ends. He wasn’t aware if everyone knew about the side job as a guide.

— Oh, one of my fellows stopped by a few hours ago and played on that same table. When will your shift end? Isn’t that overworking? - Namjoon “casually” questioned. trying his best to sound chill and not psycho.

— Do you want another card, miss? - Nya asked and pulled one ‘red queen’ from the deck of cards, watching how the lady huffed in frustration. - Yes, today I worked literally for two. I’m covering a friend of mine. Thank you for your concern, but my shift ends in… Fifteen minutes.

— Oh, I worked in a bar once. It’s tiring. You should receive extra; - The man with curly brown hair said and asked for another card, completing a Blackjack and hissing in happiness.

Namjoon grinned flashing one dimple, looking at his wallet and casually announcing that he would buy a ‘lucky charm’ (a green drink, actually) before playing and stood up, giving a tip to Nya. Between the bills there was a paper saying he would wait for her at the bar.

Particularly, Namjoon felt stupid about being so secretive, the same did Nya. Behaving like they were trafficking drugs or selling a kidney for the Black Market. However, it also added to the experience of exploring Las Vegas, a Mission Impossible sort of situation.

Oh, Namjoon wished to be wearing a suit to feel like Agent 83, pondering the idea of looking for a phonecase shaped as a shoe.

- x - x - x - x -

— So, what are your names again? - Nya asked walking off the casino door, being followed by the four men. She was now wearing a black skinny jeans, plain white t-shirt and carrying her jacket on one of the arms.

— Kim Namjoon. I’m the one who contacted you. - The tall man with lilac soft hair said, a deep voice matching his very well distributed body form. Nya found him interesting and smart.

— Min Yoongi. - The tiniest one with black hair and round glasses said, whilst checking something on his phone. He seemed a little intimidating, but in certain angles his cheeks became chubby, giving a much cuter air. What a duality.

— Jung Hoseok, but call me Hobi. - The one with blonde wavy hair pronounced, smiling and flashing his small dimples around the mouth. A cheerful aura seemed to surround him, maybe it was all the neon lights coming from every casino and hotel.

— My name is Jeon Seagull. - Jungkook said and watched Nya’s expression switch from playful and calm to confused.

— What? Is that serious? - She asked furrowing her eyebrows.

Everyone laughed loudly, confusing her even more. She never felt comfortable not understanding inside jokes from friends, the brown haired woman felt slightly left out from the conversation.

— No, I’m just kidding. My name is Jeon Jungkook. - He said and shook her hand, smiling and shortly after continuing. - Do you want to know the story behind the whole Jeon Seagull thing?

Before she could answer, Jungkook began telling his story. Apparently the boy with cherry coloured hair used to be an idol in Korea, in a boy group from 15 to 21. When he decided to quit singing dumb songs about girls and conquer his dreams.

— When I chose to become part of that group, the managers decided that Jungkook wasn’t a good name, so based on where I was born they decided to call me Jeon Seagull, supposedly appealing even to fans from outside Korea. - Jungkook said and wagged his hand around. - Well, after years I quitted, graduated in cinema and went to England, where I met these douchebags.

— Is there anyone hungry or just me? I know a place with good and cheap food. - Nya said and glanced in Namjoon’s direction. - It's also very private, so we can discuss my commission and, once again, clarify your intentions, places to visit and contacts needed. Even a girl with good friends requires some checking before confirming.

Hoseok felt his stomach complaining. The peanuts eaten whilst waiting for Nya didn't trick his greedy and quick metabolism. Also, Yoongi was sick worried about some account numbers from the previous project, trying his best to fix finances before engaging in international business, but food and a good cup of coffee would help him think rationally. The men agreed and watched the woman waving her left hand to stop a cab.

- x - x - x - x -

Nya took the group to a small diner. They sat down and ordered some coffee and bagels with cream cheese, as an entrance. ‘The Devito’ had a lot resemblances with Pop's from Riverdale, which itself reminded any 50s diner. Red couches instead of chairs, white tables, everything decorated with vintage chachki and posters. The ambient music (Livin’ On A Prayer by Bon Jovi) provided by a wooden jukebox. The waiters and waitress all dressed in white pants, cream and red plaid shirts, rolling around in expensive looking skates (Namjoon was surprised, claiming he could barely stand still in hard ground. Yoongi confirmed telling that the first time they met, they almost managed to get killed by a bus in London, after the taller one tripped on his feet and nudged him).

Whilst eating bagels and chatting about impersonal topics, Namjoon took a sip from his coffee and began the business talk.

— So, Nya. What's your price? - Namjoon asked not looking straight at the woman’s eyes, trying to see what Yoongi was doing on his phone.

— Hm, it depends. - Nya said, brushing off the conversation with Jungkook about Transformers being sorted in Hogwarts houses (Optimus Prime is totally a Ravenclaw, Bumblebee despite of his colours is a total Gryffindor). - See, Seokjin paid me US$1k because he is rich and cocky, but I accept less. Also, I take in count how dangerous wherever you want to visit is. I ain't gonna risk my neck for a few dimes. Also, if I understood it right, then we’ll be together from now til morning, did I get it? Maybe a bit of the afternoon, but since I worked two shifts today, conquered the right for a day off.

— Fair and right. - Yoongi said and popped his tongue, putting his phone down and digging in relief. - See, we can pay US$600 for your job, maximum. You are not going to take us in dangerous places, mainly because we are tracking and trying to rent establishments for filming. I personally don't think it's secure to break in a crack house, aimed with expensive professional cameras, and other cinematic knick knack. At least not with an indie production budget.

— Oh, I get it, but you still didn't clarify what kind of places we are going. - Nya looked at Yoongi, but shortly after glanced in Namjoon's direction again. - Where do you want to go tonight, sir?

— Our new project is rather bold, and sassy, and if you want to use the right vocabulary, then it's also fierce. - Namjoon said smiling, not a large full of teeth kind of smile, but a proud and dimpley one. - We want to attend Drag Queen clubs, stripclubs, bars, cheap hotels and stores, specifically department stores and somewhere to buy wigs.

The woman tried to imagine their upcoming movie, with drag queens, strippers, cheap clothings, alcohol and possibly a whole load of LGBT representation. Yeah, Namjoon made the right choice, Las Vegas had everything they needed for under loan prices. She herself knew people who could snatch someone's face to star in a movie. Differently from Seokjin (who paid for attending comedy shows, expensive hotels, top knot restaurants, he also wanted to meet famous people, and Elvis matchmaker. His movie was cliche, a common romcom), Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok and Jeon Jungkook wanted to go further, know the veins and core of Vegas. Entertainment in it's raw and most interesting form. Nya was excited.

— This sounds so amazing. It seems like a match between Priscilla and Showgirls. - Nya spoke wistfully and with a lightweight looking face. - What's the movie about?

— Well. First thing first, our last project wasn't very acclaimed and complimented by critics. They said the movie was predictable, quality so low compared to previous releases. Deception, that vastly said word really bugged us. - Hoseok took the word and began talking, tapping his long and skinny finger on the cold table material. - After a few weeks thinking and searching, me and our main writer, Taehyung, decided to dive in LGBT culture. Months of writing and studying brought us the golden idea.

“A famous drag queen in Vegas, confident and talented. She spent her life dancing and lip syncing for money bills during night, whilst writing for a local newspaper on the astrology column during day. One night, though, during a show she meets with a drag king. - Hoseok took a sip from his coffee and continued. - That night changed everything, Moonchild, as we named the character, learns what love is and how narrow minded LGBT community itself is, cuz between drinks and night outs with Jimmy Humble, she finds out he is actually a transman. They also meet a girl working on the same restaurant as Jimmy, and she is a stripper dealing with some problems related to genetics. The story is very angst, fluff, defying… Fierce.”

— I already know where to take you. - She pronounced and drank the last bit of coffee. - Also, I won't charge the guidance with a simple condition: you guys will employe and give screen time to a few people I'm going to introduce. Genius artists with a career slamming on their backs, but poor chances of starring something without incentive and purpose.

Namjoon and Yoongi glazed down at her with a weird expression. No grand service comes for free. Was Nya being serious? Guiding a bunch of foreigners through Las Vegas streets charging not even a dollar? They stared at each other, having a silent talk, the kind of talk only people really close can have.

— Ok, so you don't want the US$600? You are willing to drag us around for free, only with a guarantee that we are hiring a few friends of yours? - Yoongi asked, raising one eyebrow, suspicious, almost suspecting on her kindness.

— Yeah, you got it. - She confirmed and put both hands together on her own lap. - You pay my friends and I give you informations obtained after years wandering around Las Vegas.

— Geez woman, if Seokjin mentioned you were Jesus Christ level of humble, then I'd have brought something for you to bless, or I don't know, a leprous to cure. - Jungkook told between chuckles. - You are a saint.

— Don't exaggerate, Kook. - The lilac-haired man slapped lightly the younger's hand. - But in fact, it's very humble of you. Although, we will still pay for cab and every meal or drink you have. We are not Scrudges after all. Except for Yoongi, he has a scorpion in his wallet poisoning whoever tries to spend more than the affordable.

They ordered dinner (burgers with cheddar and barbecue sauce). Hoseok stood up and had a toast in Nya's name.

- x - x - x - x -

After having a great dinner, and Namjoon paying for her, Nya decided to begin the night by heading to a bar. Mainly because it was near and they could get there in five minutes. Also, she knew who owned it, even though nothing glamorous would be seem, the place could be weirdly welcoming with cheap drinks, bitter beer and mostly mushy peanuts.

The establishment was small. Diego, an immigrant from Mexico, opened his pub in 1991 and struggled to keep it alive, until a horde of hipster decided to use his place as a meeting place, boosting his cashier.

Rustic but endearing. Namjoon felt amazed by how both adjectives coexisted perfectly. Las Vegas had so many bright neon lights and huge bars with overpriced HORRIBLE drinks, yet Nya managed to find somewhere small and cozy. Even though Yoongi complained about how weird the peanuts and pistachios tasted, they agreed on considering it to rent as a location to film, discussing how to fit flawlessly with the script.

The walls were light green full of colorful images from beautiful latina women, contrasting with the plain black floor. Small brown tables with two plastic chairs each. The drinks served weren't diversified, basic and some of them traditionally from Mexico. Kim Namjoon paid a round of tequila for everyone and turned his shot in a gulp.

The lilac haired man was paying attention to Nya, who chatted animated with the owner, a tanned man with a shaved face and big cheeks, bald and skinny, beside his preeminent belly, result of years drinking doses and doses of beer. They seemed like family, catching up on how Cousin Shirley is no longer working for him, because she moved to New York binging graduate college there. Also, Namjoon overheard something about a relative dead after trying to cross the border between USA and Mexico.

Sad. Nya’s expression turned from lightweight and joyful to sorrow. Apparently she knew the dead man and couldn't attend his funeral. Namjoon took another shot of tequila and tried to focus on Yoongi and Hoseok fitting the bar into a scene, apparently there was a moment where Jimmy Humble tries to mingle among cisgender people in a bar, but the result is saddening.

Jungkook was a clever guy, genius filming and editing, but very naive on daily basis. Whilst chatting with the bartender he decided to play arm-wrestling, even though the lady clearly had the task of carrying gallons filled with beer, so she was strong, toned and tanned arms, wide shoulders and a pin-up tattooed on her biceps, the face delicate, like a sunflower surrounded by black curls instead of petals. Beautiful, a very beautiful young lady, whose beat Jungkook three times in a row.

The guide in charge dried a small tear and glanced at the lilac haired man. He was quiet and observant, whilst his friends were mingling and socializing (or like Yoongi, just chatting with someone here and there), Kim Namjoon observed and drank from a huge mug of beer, such as soaking his brain in new visual information, reading the place and absorbing its story and culture. Nya liked that about him, even meeting him for a few hours now, she could tell Namjoon's soul had been around for ages. Hoseok and everyone else were smart, but the tall guy was wise.

— Why did you choose to become a movie director? - Nya sat beside Namjoon and queried, shortly after took a sip on her own beer (“Here mi hija, a treat from Tio Diego. Give your silent friend one too”).

— I don't know. - Namjoon replied, mind still wandering around the bar, asking himself if Tio Diego actually met all the ladies framed around in pictures. - I actually started working with audio, producing music and stuff, but after a couple years only dealing with sounds bored me. I was happy, but not joyful. So I decided to change a little and start a job with movie soundtracks. Not long after and directing became an interest. So I joined college to study cinema. Now I’m the Captain Kirk of my Enterprise, controlling the british indie cinematography market, and all with my oldest friend Spock, as known as Min Yoongi.

— Interesting. Deeply interesting. - Nya cooed and soaked her throat with a long sip of beer. - Have you never considered the idea of working for big studios? Like, Paramount?

Before properly answering, Namjoon chuckled and took his phone from one of the pockets, unlocking it and looking for something on internet. He passed the mobile to Nya’s hand. Shining under her sight was a movie poster of a man dressed like a doctor, butterflies flying around him.

— Butterfly Voices. - They said in sync, however Kim continued speaking in a slow pace. - Three years ago I tried to get in the selective environment of mainstream cinema. I spent years working on a script worth of Hollywood. My great chance appeared, I held it with teeth and claws. The budget wasn't great, mainly because most people weren't aware of me. After the release, tabloids spread false informations about how much the film cost, also whenever you hit a great public in theaters and become a so called ‘popular director’, critics seems to get dumber. Their criticisms about Butterfly Voices weren't serious, only mean comments on nonexistent things. After understanding how poisonous fame is, I decided to go focus again in producing my independent movies. It's less tiring and weary.

— Oh my god. Is that the movie about the doctor who married another doctor, and after his wife passed away her spirit became a kind of guide, helping him to make decisions and ace surgeries? - Nya questioned and Namjoon nodded quietly. - I cried like a baby when her soul began fading after a psychiatrist friend gave him pills to schizophrenia, and he realised his wife's image was nothing but a trick from his widowed mind. You are a good director.

— Thank you. It's a pity Rotten Tomatoes critics didn't have the same thought. They classified Butterfly Voices as frustrating and merciless, on the edge of a low budget Sixth Sense. - The lilac-haired was feeling comfortable around Nya, maybe the alcohol began kicking, or maybe she was actually chill and trustworthy. - I never really talked about my experience with mainstream cinema. Everyone always looks up on my finances, criticizing and judging how much less money I gain from producing indie movies, of course comparing with what I got paid in Hollywood. I don't care about it. My mental health is a priority, and dealing with popularity amongst tabloids made me have anxiety attacks.

— Yeah. Michael Jackson tried to advise us. Only the fools ignored the King of Pop. - Nya slipped one hand and touched lightly Namjoon's pinky, blushing and watching him smirk with her side vision.

They stayed there, touching pinkies and nonspeaking for over ten minutes, until Jungkook came closer and asked when they were heading to another place. In Namjoon's opinion the young cherry-haired lad got tired of losing to Tania in arm wrestling, even though he would never admit it.

— Where are you taking us now, Nya? - Yoongi turned to look at her with smiley eyes, matching his gummy grin.

— Let me see… What about a bar RuPaul's Drag Race themed? - She scratched her own chin, as if expressing doubt. - Then a strip club where I know a few girls.

— It's a yes from me. - Hoseok yelled from one of the corners.

- x - x - x - x -

— Glamour. EXTRAVAGANZA. Fierce. Bang! Bang! Bang! Yaaaaas kweeeeeen! - Hoseok got in ‘Drag mode’ as soon as they arrived, making the use of every LGBT slang he knew.

— Hobi, I'm telling you this as a friend, don't overuse your drag vocabulary. - Namjoon said putting one hand on his shoulder. - I don't want to be kicked out a place cuz my friend is borderline offensive when gets excited.

— Don't you throw shade at me, henny. - Hobi replied and poked out his tongue.

— You really made a deep research before writing the script, didn't you? - Nya raised an eyebrow in Hoseok’s direction.

— Absolutely. - Hoseok answered mimicking Gia Gunn [a Drag Race competitor from season 6].

Despite the long waiting line, Nya's contact allowed them to get in before everyone else. The group entered and took a sit on one table decorated with glitter and a menu where foods and drinks were named after RuPaul’s Drag Race queens. Ambient itself was pure glam, with pink walls ornate tiles and frames of quotes, queens, RuPaul herself, etc. On a huge TV screen was airing an old episode of RPDR. Waitress were all in drag, most of them looking like Trixie Mattel, but with slightly less makeup.

— Hm, I'll have the same as always, Peeps. A ‘Naomi Smalls’ with extra ice. - Nya pronounced after asking how the waitress in front of them was doing lately. - What do you guys will want?

— I don't know, this Monique Heart seems amazing, but I'm not in the mood for ice cream and Coca-Cola. - Yoongi cooed and stared down at the menu, turning the page and his eyes began glowing. - Oooh I want a Cuba Libre, I mean, a Bianca Del Rio.

— I will have one of my favourite queen. - Hoseok said and popped his tongue, again, for the fiftieth time in ten minutes, chosing a drink made of strawberry juice and vodka. - Make me an Alyssa Edwards, please. Okurrrr?

— I'm so sorry for my friend. - Namjoon said and rolled his eyes. - I want a portion of ‘backrolls’ [basically fried pork] and one Charlie Hides, I prefer Guinness, but I can have whatever beer it is.

— Gosh, there are over 100 options. - Jungkook pointed out, still paging through the menu, eyes brightening after seeing an Amarula drink. - But, a Bebe Zahara it will be.

— Nice choices. I particularly prefer a dose of Adore Delano with portions of Latrice Royale. - Peeps told and wrote their order in a beautiful calligraphy, leaving quickly right before.

— I loved this place. I’m gagging, bish - Hoseok chanted, smiling so big you could see his molars. - Namjoon, I know we won't film here, image copyright and all, but can we help them out? Announcing their establishment during the movie.

Namjoon sighed deeply and glanced at Yoongi. They spoke again with looks and eyebrow raises.

— As long as they don't charge a fortune to borrow their front door, we can try to get an agreement. - Yoongi affirmed petting Hobi’s forearm.

Nya kept on admiring Namjoon. Everyone seemed so chaotic or worried whilst himself, the boss in charge, was chill and mostly unimpressed, even surrounded by tall men dressed in drag and serving food. How could he not even express amusement to everything around? Wasn't it all different enough? She wasn’t getting paid for guiding them, but still would feel so much better having at least a glimpse of his approval. Jungkook was clearly rolling on joy like a pig in mud, Hoseok after spending so much time searching and digging in LGBT culture, had the time of his life in a RPDR themed bar, Yoongi felt content with good drinks and slowly solving their filming location problem. But what about Namjoon?

Well, he was sipping on his beer and chatting mostly with Yoongi, occasionally smiling and flashing dimples. The neon lights reflected and turned his hair even more purple, also turning Jungkook’s wires into a brighter cherry red. They seemed comfortable, which was great. Nya reminded when some homophobes tried to destroy the place by throwing rocks and setting fire. Eleganza & Extravaganza almost turned into ashes and dust. However, allies and LGBT folks raised money to reconstruct everything broken or burned.

The woman felt tempted to ask for a sneak peak on the script, but they would never reach that level of intimacy in only two hours. Her relationship with them was strictly professional by now, even having fun and possibly end up getting wasted in Las Vegas.

Nya loved her self-proclaimed job.

It’s not like Nya used to guide people around Las Vegas often, actually the first time was when Jin offered cash, in exchange of a sightseeing based on a local point of view. As he said, no one knows good places better than someone residing there. Even not expressing, meeting new clients made her restless for days, always rattling or zoning out. What if the experience end up being a deception? Despite Seokjin compliments, every single one has a different predilection, maybe bringing them to places she thought were appropriate and not regular ones, could go right or could go wrong.

Fortunately, Yoongi cackling and almost choking over Jungkook trying to sip his drink through with the nose, oh small - yet unbelievably bizarre - moment like those boosted her confidence. Nya laughed out loud when Hoseok punched Jeon’s shoulder:

— You better respect this temple, you heathen, RuPaul faithless. - The blonde one pronounced in a mocking tone. - We ain’t here to parteeey.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and slapped lightly the back of Hoseok’s head. They definitely were having fun.

The lilac-haired man was also admiring Nya. As someone living off of a business where, in its essence, who you know defines who you are, watching someone with so many contacts amused him. Although, what actually got his attention was how caring the woman behaved towards everyone, she literally spoke to whoever approached them as relatives. Uncle Diego, Aunt Tania, whilst the waiter/waitress were treat like cousins. It seemed like outcasts from Las Vegas were her family.

How did she knew so many people? Nothing plausible actually occurred to him.

- x - x - x - x -

After leaving the Eleganza & Extravaganza a bit tipsy, one more drink and Namjoon would lose control over Hoseok and Jungkook, so he decided it was time for finding a strip club, since one of the characters worked as a stripper. After jumping in a cab and Nya saying where to take them, everyone agreed in not having more alcoholic beverages until the end of night. As if.

The cab dropped them in front of a very common-looking strip club. Seriously, it was almost comic on how stereotyped the place seemed to be. Teets had a huge neon billboard with a female body traced in red, a huge bodyguard (whose looked a lot like Thing from Fantastic Four, before being turned into a walking rock), no line though. Nya hugged that man and waved at Namjoon and his friends.

— Uncle Ben, those are friends of mine and we need to get in Teets. - Nya stated smiling brightly, one of his HUGE arms around her small shoulders, whilst she pointed at Namjoon. - This is Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, they are entrepreneurs from the cinema business and need a location for their upcoming release.

— Hi guys, nice to meet more friends of Nya. - So called Uncle Ben shook hands with everyone. Jungkook and his nerdy ass really inquired if everything was a dream or a joke, someone looking like Thing from Fantastic 4, with the same name, but changing everything when “uncle” word appeared first. A punchy Jeon Jungkook looked around trying to find cameras, Human Torch or someone, ironically, named Peter Parker. - Nice to know you guys are interested in using Teets as a location, they could make the use of some promotion.

— Well, we are here and willing to help. - Hoseok babbled and grinned, still fazed by their previous location.

— I’ll let you guys in, but don’t do anything stupid. I don’t want to kick your arses out of stablishment. - Uncle Ben sounded serious, and no one wanted to play with Uncle Ben.

Ben stepped aside and allowed them in. Jungkook, who was biting inside his cheeks desperately trying to contain any unnecessary commentary, turned around and said, with brawn and brain.

— We will behave. With great powers comes great responsibility. - Jungkook felt flushed, yet content and relieved. Namjoon and Yoongi on the other hand almost choked, considering the idea of kicking the youngest one out themselves.

The black hallway, illuminated by dirty yellowish lights, was full of pictures, mostly old Playboy Magazine posters and covers, but a few original pictures from their most successful strippers also existed. Before reaching the main room, where the stage and bar resided, Nya stopped them and turned around.

— So there are a few advices I feel the need to give. - Nya cleared throat, scratching the back of her neck uncomfortably. - First: don't touch the girls, unless you pay for more physical contact, or they find you cute. I don’t know how strip clubs in United Kingdom works, so better to be safe than sorry. Second: lap dances will most definitely happen, so just try not to get stuck in the heat of the moment, ‘cuz no one would feel comfortable around an unsolved boner.

She swung her weight from one foot to another, trying to gather words. Nya knew a few girls working there, some actually used to be classmates during high school. Old friendships and, just like every other, valuable ones.

— Some of the girls I want to be casted are here. - She mumbled, mentally thanking God for the soundproof walls. - I know them every since high school. Carol studied scenic arts, but never succeed. Whilst Sasha, Gabe and Sharon deserves a better life, maybe a bit of help by appearing in a movie could push their careers. Don’t make anything inappropriate, please.

— Scout promise, Ma’am. - Yoongi made an “X” shape in front of his chest.

— Good. Now let’s go. - She opened the red door and heard the loud music invade her ears. “Purple Rain” by Prince blasting the old soundsystem. - Welcome to Teets, boys.

The lighting was weak, yet a bar with colourful bottles could be seen across the room, surrounded by small teal benches. Tables and chairs were placed around a medium sized stage, where a pole stood still (with a naked woman dancing around it). A common strip club, with a few men sitting and watching the blonde lady swinging her nude hips sensually, some ladies in latex clothing or lingerie wandered around, serving drinks and giving lap dances. All four men tried not to focus on them, finding details everywhere.

Nya took a sit next the stage, watching how chill Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon acted, contrasting completely with Jungkook’s behavior. The young man was shifting uncomfortably on his seat, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, if you paid attention could even see tiny droplets of sweat pooling around his hairline, never looking straight at the stage.

Namjoon and Nya leaned close to each other, getting lost in a conversation about how the atmosphere smelled like incense. According to her, the owner is brazilian so he always orders tons of Dama da Noite scented incense (a nightly blooming flower from Brazil) and purposely lights them close to air ducts, making air steamy. The effect caused was a sort of erotic odour consuming and confusing everyone's senses. Gossip says some men can get horny only by the expectation brought by the ambience built around.

Jeon Jungkook was clearly one of those men.

After a few more minutes of “Purple Rain”, Cherry Pop left the stage with a few dollar bills in hands. Jungkook took a deep breathe and relaxed. Unlucky, his whole body tensioned again when another song began and a woman with ebony coloured hair braided to perfection, curvy silhouette made of wide hips and natural boobs covered by a set of black and lacy lingerie, connected to a pair of sheer socks by garters, high heels emphasizing how toned her legs were. The woman's body was so far from being a small frame, yet sexy and attractive as hell.

— Guys, this is Carol, her stage name is Cristal Malone. - Nya cooed in awe. No one would ever deny how heavenly gorgeous she looked.

The air seemed to get heavier and sexier, “Voodoo” by Patrick Paige II played around them, Carol swayed along with the music. Jungkook wanted to avert the gaze and focus in somewhere other than her, but something on how she moved around lightly and feeling every note wouldn't allow him. It was hypnotic, she captured his glare and wouldn't release. When garters were abandoned close to Jeon's eyesight, the expectation for seeing more of her beautiful bare frame grew stronger.

Nonetheless, Carol knew who the guys drooling at front row were, Nya told about them and mentioned a chance of appearing in a movie. Decided to convince of her professionalism, she walked slowly around stage and went down stairs, grabbing dollar bills from admirers and leaving it close to her garters. Mentally playing eenie meenie miney mo, Cristal Malone chose who would be the lucky one to receive a special lap dance.

When she stopped in front of Jungkook and stared down at him, he felt his pants tightening more, but his amusement wasn't showing, the doe eyes were widened and almost jumping their orbits, cursing silently how odds weren't at his favour. She looked even better closer, carved features in a smooth caramel skin, irises shining like black pearls, a thick trace of eyeliner, mouth painted with a lustful shade of glossy red. Somehow, the atmosphere made Jeon smell of sex around. Carol looked at him with one eyebrow raised slightly, sensing his tension and grinned for nanoseconds, assuming her dominant position again. Taking advantage of the exact moment when one song changed to another, she lightly pushed his legs open, following the tempting rhythm of “Earned It” by The Weeknd.

Carol positioned herself over one of his muscled thighs, not sitting straight there, moving hips front and back, left and right, watching how his arms were pushed behind the chair, one hand holding the other. Getting closer and allowing his upper body to touch hers, Jungkook almost passed out. His face expressed a mix of embarrassment, excitement and, deep down, lust. Carol moved a leg to the side, getting off his leg and posing her hands where body was previously touching.

Using the hook between the verse and the chorus, she turned around and sat on his crotch, moving along with The Weeknd's voice.

Jungkook zoned out in the moment Carol sat on his thigh. His mind and body weren't connecting, not when his thinking head felt embarrassed and the down one was clearly enjoying some friction. Rationally wishing to be someone else, bodily drinking from every moment. That confusion made his penis semi-hard, not being able to get fully erect considering the situation. He wanted to melt, but also be there. How would Jeon face his hyungs after that particular show? HOW WOULD HE FACE NYA? Why the song seemed to last forever, yet so short?

Whilst Carol made Jungkook feel a mix of excitement and embarrassment, Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok were surprised and a bit jealous. Lucky little bastard. Nya knew the stripper would do it, but never imagined the exaggeration.

The song was about to end, Jungkook sunk down on the chair when an already known satisfying feeling ran through his veins, like electricity. He came on his pants and the combo excitement+embarrassment was replaced by a profound shame. Cumming on his pants like a teenager.

The stripper got back on stage ready to continue her routine of striptease. Yoongi threw a US$20 bill and blinked. Jungkook's face grew redder every second, he turned around and said to Namjoon, stuttering and almost crying.

— I gotta change my pants.

— Why? Oh… - A very flustered and wide-eyed Namjoon held a chuckle down his throat. It was tragically comical. Jungkook had to change his pants.

After a few moments deciding what to do, their focus was no longer on Cristal Malone. Namjoon turned and told Nya what happened, she looked at Jungkook and stood up. Everyone followed her lead in the bar's direction, Jungkook walking weirdly and feeling, almost hearing the spunk sticking to his underwear.

— Hey Abby. - Nya waved for the bartender, a middle aged woman, with greyish ginger hair pulled back in a ponytail, brown eyes and peaceful features. - Do Teets still has the Lost & Found?

— Hey Nya, how are you? - Abby was drying cups and glasses. - Yes, it's in the back now. Close to where the girls change.

— I won't use some pervert’s trousers! - Jungkook exclaimed, hands firmly covering his crotch. - How does someone forgets its pants?

— You don't have plenty of choices, Kook. - Hoseok couldn't look straight at his friends. Even feeling aroused himself (thankfully he decided to semituck his dick), at least he didn't ejaculate.

— See, I warned about what was about to happen. Why don’t you use something from them? So we can drive to a convenience store or 24/7 Walmart to buy you new trousers? - Nya was deadly serious, even internally giggling.

The group began considering every possibility. Jungkook was zero into the idea of picking something from their Lost & Found, whilst Namjoon agreed with Nya, Hoseok defended the idea of gaining a few dimes by allowing Jeon to perform a striptease (“C’mon prudes! We all know there are a lot of bisexual guys around, and a bit more money is never too much”), Yoongi ordered a tonica and sipped without opinating, watching when one of the girls in latex approached and pronounced startling everyone.

— Hmm, I couldn’t stop myself from listening. Sorry. Hi Nya! - Her hair was a wavy and pink, skinny body with thin thighs, using a latex black leotard and knee-high boots. - Is the Jungkook lad someone open-minded when it comes to fashion? One of the girls who quit last week left a few pieces of clothing, and there is a long skirt. She had a waist about his size.

— Hi Sasha. Thank you, if Jungkook is okay with using skirts, then it’s better than nothing. - Nya stared at the youngest of them. - Oh where is my politeness? These are Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi and, well, Jungkook. They are the film producers I mentioned earlier.

— Well, it’s better than using a pervert’s trouser. - Jungkook still felt uncomfortable, giving his most sincere half-hearted smile. - Nice to meet you, Sasha. Where do I grab my new skirt?

— Nice to meet you, Sasha. - Yoongi flashed his best gummy smile at her and then turned to Jungkook. - With some lucky, your skirt will match your whole outfit.

— Fuck you, hyung. - Jungkook got even more flushed.

- x - x - x - x -

— How’s the feeling of wearing a skirt? - Namjoon mocked Jungkook, watching him spin around and staring at the mirror, checking his reflection with a long navy-blue skirt.

— Well, my balls and ding dong are dangling freely, it’s a bit chilly, but at least it’s not stained with cum… I hope. - Jungkook was feeling himself and, honestly, enjoying the experience. Also, the skirt matched his outfit. - Although, I still want to buy a new pair of trousers and fresh underwear. Where is the nearest Walmart?

They were all sprawled around in a pink and small dressing room, crowded with one or two girls walking around and gathering their costumes. Hoseok found a few pieces of clothing from previous special shows, the last one was Cabaret themed so dazzles, sequins and feathers were everywhere. Yoongi studied how cameras could be positioned around. Nya was sitting on a fluff couch close to where Jungkook stood, Namjoon beside her.

— I liked here. - Namjoon threw his head back, staring at the ceiling. - Not only the girls, they are gorgeous and all, but the ambience seems appropriate for our movie. Carol is casted for sure, Sasha, Gabe and Sharon are also amazing, Jungkook never felt more pampered in his whole life. It’s quite a lot, considering he used to be an idol.

— They are amazing, I’m happy you guys liked it. - Nya smiled and Namjoon thought it was probably the most adorable thing ever, a sincere kind of smile. - I’m also glad Jungkook behaved so well next to Carol, she played dirty giving him that intense lap dance. He was clearly the most tense.

— Honestly, I don’t judge Jungkook. If Carol sat on my lap like she did with him, I’d probably bust a nut as well. She is hot. - Namjoon was embarrassed after pronouncing such words, but he felt madly comfortable around Nya.

— Oh, I don’t judge too. I’d also bust a nut if Carol ever sat on me. - Nya looked at Namjoon and saw his wide-eyes, laughing right after and watching him chuckles. His adorable dimples could kill someone.

Namjoon got distracted by Hoseok fazed with a huge fur coat which covered his whole body. It wasn't impossible to understand why Nya accepted and enjoyed that place, in contrast with what it looked like, Teets wasn't a regular strip club. There were way too many costumes, from cabaret to pimp or odalisque. The purple haired man questioned why.

— Everyone dreams of something. Most girls working here wished to become actresses, but somehow never reached it. - Her eyes became a bit sorrow, but got bright in nanoseconds. - Fábio, the manager and owner, understood and decide to help them a little. Twice a month their performances are themed. The girls chooses a subject and prepare presentations based on it, so they can play a character. Fábio also always encourage them to create a personality to their stage names. Cristal Malone is a dominatrix, Cherry Pop was inspired by Harley Quinn, Fendi Dust is based on Liz Taylor's interpretation of Cleopatra.

If there were any doubts in regard of renting the place, they vanished immediately.

To be continued...

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granpafrisbee · 6 years ago

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Truth or Dare Part 1

Warnings: Cussing

Word Count: 3,752 (it’s gonna get longer tho)

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

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Summary: After going to Italy and avoiding any romantic relationships for pretty much all her life Joey comes back to the U.S. to move in with her life-long best friend, Sam Wilson, and his two closest friends from college. Joey’s met Steve but is apprehensive to meet the elusive Bucky, whom she’s always missed despite having visited Sam consistently throughout college. Once she meets him, however, she wonders how she’ll be able to run from love when they share a bathroom.

A/N: Hey, so I'll be updating this most Wednesdays. I'll try my hardest to stay regular.

I wrote this using an OFC bc I cannot work my brain to replace my name with fucking Y/N and I know I'm not the only one. (I always end up reading it as fucking "yuuhnnumm"). I am fully in love with Zazie Beetz so our OFC is completely based on her except maybe a lil chubbier because why not. Really for the apartment just picture the layout of the New Girl loft.

I always have a confusing time picturing characters in fics so I'm gonna lay it out for y'all. Steve is full nomad, them honey brown locks and the full beard. Joey's hair is natural like Zazie so often wears it. Bucky is just Seb in fall/winter 2017 because I am weak for the I, Tonya press tour look. Sam is Mackie's classic look. The rest of the characters can be left to the imagination.

Also I mention good music so listen to that if you want. Please let me know if you like this and follow my hot garbage tumblr.

Special thanks to @buckybarnesxoxo for asking to be tagged!

the AO3

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It’s the bathroom that really impresses Joey. She believed Sam when he said the apartment was nice. On seeing it for the first time when moving in, she discovers that her best friend is distinctly incorrect. A working sink is nice. A proper heater is nice. A nearby laundromat is nice. This loft, this four-bedroomed palace, is exquisite in comparison to her previous abodes. The kitchen has all its necessary appliances. There are a washer and dryer in unit. The walls are thick enough that if Sam was stabbed in his neighboring room, she would maybe hear it. Four bedrooms with their very own closets. All of these have her speechless as she tours around. However, as stated above, it’s the bathroom that is killer. The idea of sharing said room with three men is maybe one of the more foreboding aspects of her new sweet digs, but once she sees the giant clawfoot shower and tub, she is sure the positives will heavily outweigh the negatives.

She immediately slides down into her new porcelain palace. She’s a medium height at 5’6”, and even she has to point her toes to touch the far end of the tub. She sighs comfortably and is already planning an essential oils combination for her first real bath when the door swings open and her fantasy is interrupted by one her new roommates. He’s the one she hasn’t met yet but Sam and Steve have shown her plenty of pictures. His hair looks soft and well-coiffed and he wears a tank top under an unbuttoned striped short sleeve button down. Rather than judgment appearing across his abnormally handsome face, he smiles like there was nothing else he could have expected when entering the bathroom.

“You see I specifically told Steve to get a bathtub that doesn’t come with a human.”

“Oh no, you got it all wrong. I’m actually a ghost here to haunt you but hygienically. Instead of boo, I say floss.” She says without a beat and he nods, very seriously, in response to this.

“You know I’m pretty sure I just carried in a bed to our fourth room that might be more comfortable than the tub, but who am I to judge one’s preferred sleeping arrangements.” His quip is followed by another fantastic smile, and based on the past ten seconds of her life Joey is absolutely sure that this is her kind of human.

She smiles back and extends her hand from the tub. “Joey.”

“Bucky,” He shakes her hand and nods again.

“You guys brought up my bed? I told Samuel to let me handle that shit.”

He laughs and scratches his beard, “Ah just gave me another opportunity to show Sam how much stronger I am than him. And Steve the chance to show up both of us.”

Joey chuckles and silently appreciates how Bucky balanced his dig on Sam with some light self-depreciation of himself. Although it would be unrealistic to pretend that anyone was stronger than Steve. The man is built. “Seriously though, I’ll come help y’all out. I’m not gonna be the useless roommate.” She gets out of the tub and starts out the door.

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that, I think Sammy’s got that title covered, Darlin’.” He follows her out and therefore doesn’t see her face cringe at the pet name.

She considers calling him on it when Sam yells from the front door, “I know you’re not in there besmirching me to my very own best friend Barnes,” He enters view sweaty and smiling, “And I especially know she wasn’t participating, because she is my best friend and therefore automatically on my side.” He wraps his arm protectively around her shoulders causing her to shrug away from him with her nose scrunched.

“Consider our friendship on sabbatical until you take a shower, Wilson.” Joey continues backing away.

“Jesus I always knew your personality stank but I guess the inside always comes out huh.” Bucky mirrors Joey’s disgusted face as he walks towards the door.

Sam rolls his eyes, “Not funny.” Although the involuntary “Hah!” Joey lets out at Bucky’s comment seems to contradict his statement. Sam just flips her off.

“Thank you, Doll. You see Sammy, even your best friend thinks I’m right.” Bucky mocks as he heads back outside.

This time Sam sees her face twist in reaction to the nickname. Misinterpreting it he grumbles, “Oh come on there’s no way you can smell me from over there.” He starts to head to his room, presumably for deodorant.

Joey follows Bucky downstairs to help with some more furniture moving. Steve is outside their building, ass in the air, bent over picking something up. “Damn Rogers,” Joey calls out appreciatively, “If I knew I’d be getting a view like that I would have shacked up with you years ago.”

He stands up, holding up an entire bookshelf on his own, further challenging the poor under armor shirt that is being stretched to hell on his giant frame. “Hey killer, thanks for joining us.”

She picks up a lamp and smiles at him, “Well I figured you guys needed the extra muscle.”

His smile is bright against his beard as he walks into the house with the ease of a man who isn't carrying a bookshelf.

The four of them finish loading their sporadic furniture into the loft and the afternoon fades to early evening. An old but amazing and huge high-quality leather sectional provided by Steve’s mom. Sam’s flat screen, whom he’s named Esmeralda, and may or may not have a near sexual attraction to. Bucky’s records and a player that’s older than any of them, plus a big wooden dinner table his Dad handmade. Steve’s varied level of completed canvases and paint stuff. Joey’s shelves and chairs she found on the side of the road her senior year in college. A mix of plates, bowls, and utensils have been loaded into varying drawers and cabinets. As well as cooking instruments, although, beyond Joey’s waffle iron and an old cast iron from Steve, it’s all Sam’s. Everyone’s personal boxes and furniture is piled in their own rooms.

Joey sits on the kitchen island as the boys lean against it, all sipping the cheap beer Joey bought as penance for them carrying her bed in. She takes that moment to appreciate the weird chain of events that got her where she is now. She and Sam have been friends since grade school. They went to different colleges but remained good ol’ buddies throughout. When they graduated Joey traveled around and did an apprenticeship with an Italian glassblower. Sam went to Culinary school, and when he graduated the second time around Joey was offered a job with a world-renowned blower (god she will never get tired of calling her profession that) stateside. After little luck finding a two bedroom inexpensive enough for the two of them, Steve, one of Sam’s old college buddies Joey had met many a time during visits, mentioned his friend's dad owned a couple lofts in the neighborhood they were looking in. Sam toured with Steve and Bucky and the three of them signed the lease that day. Sam called Joey that night and announced he was so confident that he forged her signature. He was insistent that it was the best option they’d find, all Steve is a good guy and fellow artist, and even Bucky is sometimes bearable but don’t tell him that. Steve paints and sketches in his free time and works as a personal trainer to pay the bills. Joey knows he isn’t passionate about it, but with his perfect body and matching attitude, she is sure he is fantastic at his job. Sam is starting at a new restaurant with a name Joey can only pronounce thanks to high school French. A plus for living with Sam is that he brings work home with him. Although Joey had visited Sam plenty over the years and even struck up a solid friendship with Steve, she always seems to have missed Bucky. They had never met but she knew he was a language major with a focus in Eastern Europe and Russia. Sam had told her Bucky translated English books into Russian and vice versa and made more money than he should. Earlier Joey had heard him curse in some sort of Slavic tongue when Sam “accidentally” dropped his end of a coffee table on Bucky’s foot. She also had heard a few stories about Steve and Bucky’s childhood, the rambunctious troublemakers lived up to every tall tale. As the four nursed their beers she felt confident that this was going to be a very important group of people in her life.

“Joey?” Sam snapped her out of her thoughts.

“What?”

“Barnes suggested we get more beer and pizza and invite some friends over. Are you down?” The three men looked at her expectantly.

“I say hell yeah. Who are we calling?” She looked down at her watch and was surprised to see it was only 6:30.

“Well there are the couples, Nat and Wanda and Thor and Bruce,” Steve suggested.

“I told Shuri I’d pay her in alcohol if she set up all the tech shit,” Bucky adds.

Steve nods, “Now that you mention it, we should probably invite Tony, he’s the reason we got this place.”

“Tony means at least Rhodey and probably Pep, Clint is a must, and if we invite Wanda we should call Pietro too.” Sam finishes his beer and scrolls through his messages.

“Brunnhilde and Okoye are in town too.” Joey hops off the counter and recycles the empty bottles collecting on the island.

“Alright you guys decide who to invite, and I’ll go get libations and sustenance,” Bucky grabs his keys.

“With the list we’ve got you’ll need some help, I’ll come with,” Joey volunteers.

Bucky smiles vibrantly and nods towards to Steve, “You okay babysitting Rogers?”

“As long as Killer doesn’t mind your unreasonably picky ass,” Steve’s retort is so quick that Bucky and Sam raise their middle fingers simultaneously at their aggravator.

Joey and Bucky decide to start off to the pizzeria three blocks away and pick up the beer on the walk back. The walk begins in mildly uncomfortable silence.

“So… you’re picky?” Joey asks to spark some sort of conversation.

“Nooo..” Bucky’s defensiveness creates an endearing drawl, “Those two pompous asses just don’t understand that I like my pizza simple. Margherita pizza is a fucking gift. Who am I to screw it up with a bunch of American bullshit?” He gestures widely as he speaks.

“You’re kidding right?”

Bucky’s must have misinterpreted her smile as he quickly responds, “Alright I’ve been judged enough in my life, I know you lived in Italy and-”

“No, no, Bucky!” She grabs his forearm, “Margherita is my favorite! I ate it all the time in Italy, judgment-free.”

“Jesus Christ Doll, where have you been all my life?”

She smiles and they continue a brisk pace to the pizza place. “How did you know I lived in Italy?”

“Ah, I know plenty about you. Sammy talks about you non-stop, has since I met him. Steve even thought he was secretly in love with you until he hung out with you in person.”

This makes Joey raise her brows, “Really? Wow. What, if I may ask, ultimately caused him to accept our relationship as extraordinarily platonic? Was it the sibling-like side hugs? The lack of sexual tension in our banter? The fact that I knew him during his first mustache phase?”

“Are you telling me there was a skinnier mustache than the one we know and mildly tolerate?”

“I’m talking Prince but pubescent. It was so thin models asked his mustache for dieting tips. It was so thin his first girlfriend thought he had an eyelash over his top lip. I mean you would’ve thought he drew it on with a ballpoint pen. In fact, it’s very possible it was. Just because I never saw doesn’t mean he never-”

Bucky is laughing uproariously, “Please, please, you’re killing me. I’m gonna need pictures as soon as possible.”

“No can do. I will recite the epic of the mustache homer-style until the day I die, but any physical evidence shared will prompt an all-out war between Samuel and me. That is just something I can’t afford.”

“Oh now I have to see them. What’s your secret shame, sweetheart? Bangs? Braces? Please tell me it was an emo phase,” As he lists off he starts walking backward, the goofy smile didn't dim once.

“I’ll never share, but trust me when I say if you find something behind my back, I’m sure Steve will be more than willing to share some pictures of your past. Emo phase is a good guess, but if I didn’t know any better I’d say that was a projection, hmm?”

That does a good job of replacing his smile with pursed lips and a quirked eyebrow, contemplating his next move in this battle of embarrassing adolescence. “Steve would never betray me.”

“Don’t be so sure, all men have their weaknesses,” She smiles deviously.

“Oh yeah, you gonna seduce him for a picture of me in eyeliner?”

“First of all, I would seduce Steve for much less so thanks for confirming my emo theories. Secondly, I may not know Steve like you do, but I know him well enough to see that seduction would hardly prove fruitful.” She holds the door open for him and they both bask in the practically orgasmic scent of the pizzeria, “Steve is so suspicious of anyone who wants to sleep with him that he’d see through me. My method would be to trick him to do some sort of high school ‘Where are they now?’ portrait. He’d be so inspired he’d paint your lined eyes and black, I’m guessing, over parted hair in a second.” The line is moving slowly and he admires how she never lowers her volume or hides from strangers eyes.

“Damn, Doll, you’re good.”

“I minored in manipulation.” The store isn’t too packed for Saturday night and Sam Cooke is playing lightly in the background. She’s nodding her head and he’s mouthing along to words and when they both realize this they share a smile at the music.

“So Steve is a suspicious mind in your book?” She chuckles at his reference.

“I’m not the biggest drinker and neither is Steve, so when Sammy went hard when I visited, Steve was always good for a tipsy talk. The poor guy has the same self-esteem he must have had in high school. Unlike us three cool cats Steve will show me pictures of his past self. I know you were there through it all, but just because the outside changes doesn’t mean the inside follows suit. I have seen the most dedicated and gorgeous women throw themselves at him and yet he remains sure that she was ‘just being friendly’. It’s actually impressive.”

“I know what you mean. To be fair though a lot of that is just his college girlfriend. She really did a number on him.” He runs a hand through his hair but doesn’t hide his contempt for whoever she is.

Solemn surprise covers Joey’s features, “I never knew. Never met her on any visits.”

“She wasn’t big on him talking to other girls, probably hid him anytime you came around. Although that isn’t my story to tell, I’m sure the punk will tell you about it sometime.” She follows his eye line down to his shoes. He’s drawing stars with the tip of his shoe, a tic she’s just noticing.

“What about you? You have a girl hiding you away, distracting you during your collegiate years? She the reason our meeting was so unluckily delayed until today?”

He thinks about the answer for a second or two. “Nah, no anchor to this ship. At this point, I’m just convinced Wilson just didn’t tell me you were around because he knew you would like me more than him.”

“Well turns out I like Steve better than both of you.”

He puts his hands up and reassures her, “I don’t need to be first, Sweetheart, just as long as I’m on your radar.” As he lowers his hands the song changes and they simultaneously recognize the song, both begin humming the initial notes. “Penny & The Quarters fan huh?” He asks.

“Nobody, baby, but-” she sings before quickly turning her attention to the cashier, “We’ll have two large Everything Pizzas and one large Margherita.” Facing Bucky again she smiles and drops another line that makes his heart race, “Just for you and me, huh?”

The pizza is out quick, and a trip to the local gas station provides them with more than enough beer. They continue discussing music, Joey is surprised at their similarly irregular taste. He describes his favorite Etta James songs, but can’t forget the Simon and Garfunkel song that he thinks is his first love encapsulated. He lists his top three favorite rappers after ranking contemporary folk bands. She adds in her opinions sporadically, and he apologizes twice for dominating the conversation when they get in the elevator.

She is being honest when she says, “There’s nothing I want to hear more than whatever you’re going to say right this moment.” He thinks that every lyric in every song he’s just listed doesn’t have shit on that sentence.

He’s about to tell her so when an alarming large hand last minute catches the elevator as it closes. The doors open to the Thor and Bruce. The couple is the lynchpin of every good party, from rager to kickback. Thor is the greatest hype man in history but is never hammered, probably because it would take two handles of tequila to get him there. Bruce is much more chill but a secret god at beer pong, not to mention he always has weed. Bucky’s favorite part of their presence always happens when Bruce is particularly high and begins a lecture on some sort of subject no one else understands. He isn’t exactly captivating, especially not to anyone far from sober although his passion is palpable, but Thor will plop down on the couch next to him and watch him like he’s the only thing in the universe (while rubbing Bruce’s neck to keep him from getting too wound up). Bucky loves those guys.

“Looks like we arrived just in time, wouldn’t you say Thor?” Bruce shakes Bucky’s hand and smiles at Joey.

“Of course! I was worried we got too much pizza, but now that you’re here Thor I’m sure you’ll help us with any surplus.” Joey sets the pizzas down before Thor pulls her into a bear hug.

“Joey, you know I never leave a damsel in distress,” Thor agrees as he sets her back on her feet.

Joey’s eyebrow playfully shoots up, “Who are you calling damsel, Odinson?”

“In this case, definitely Sam. I’m surprised he even let you order out.” Bruce answers for his boyfriend.

“My love is right in my insinuation. Never ever have I seen you anywhere near damsel status Joe.” Bucky watches their interaction with curiosity.

The elevator dings and Bucky asks, “This may seem like a dumb question but how do you guys know each other? Just through Sam?”

Joey picks up the pizzas as Thor holds the door open, ”Thor’s siblings and I were all in a group home together as teens. I’ve known this big lug long before he was the Nordic party god we see before us.” Thor laughs and he and Bruce go to greet everyone inside.

“Are you telling me Thor hasn’t always been a blonde beefcake?” Bucky whispers in Joey’s ear as they set the pizza and beer on the counter.

“Sadly no, he’s looked like that since I met him. I just like making that joke because he’s too humble to care.” She makes note that he doesn’t question the foster home part of her story. She wonders just what Sam has told him about her past.

People start to crowd the food and drinks, so Joey and Bucky greet everyone who has arrived. Nat is there sans Wanda, who is at home sick. Bucky knows this means Nat will be leaving early. Pietro made it despite his ill sibling, but he still looks pretty sick of the conversation in front of him. Shuri and Clint are mid-argument about the chicken and the egg when Bucky thanks them for coming. Clint gives him a smile and points to a fake succulent on the table and mumbles, “Got you guys a housewarming present,” before returning his attention to telling Shuri that the Chicken is the obvious choice. Shuri tells Bucky she set up the wifi and the apple tv and Clint doesn’t even register that she’s talking over him. Bucky kisses her cheek and hands her a beer.

Steve is sitting with Bruce and Thor on the couch, all of them engrossed in conversation and pizza. Sam is chopping fresh onion for his pizza when Bucky asks, “These are the few you could bribe to get here?”

“These losers are the only ones without any plans on a Saturday night,” Sam says without looking up.

Clint and Pietro both look up and say a simultaneous, “Hey!” Before turning their attention back to their conversation.

“T’Challa and Nakia are in Paris. Brunnhilde has a gig tonight. Okoye hung up on me when I said pizza and beer. Parker has an exam. Tony named six events he was invited to tonight and would’ve kept going if Steve hadn’t hung up. Pepper and Rhodey are probably plus thing one and two wherever Tony ended up at. Thus, this motley crew is all we got.” Sam sprinkles his diced onion on top of his already spilling slice and when he bites into it his groan stops the conversations surrounding the apartment.

“Lame. Your intestines are not going to be thanking you for that monster you are devouring under the alias of pizza.” Joey makes a face as he continues to stuff his face.

“Like eating just mozzarella and basil is enjoyable at all,” Sam dismisses her and joins the rest of their crew.

“Heathens,” Bucky dramatically admonishes their friends, “You ready Doll?”

This time he catches the tightening of her expression at his comment, ”Born ready.” They both grab a piece of their untouched pizza and taps crusts in cheers.

Part 2

Part 3

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pandamega · 6 years ago

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Obligatory coffee-shop AU gone awry. ZoSan. Ace tries to hook his buddy Zoro up with the cute waiter at the bakery, what ensues is disaster. One shot.

Working two jobs to make rent, wasn’t that the millennial experience if there was one. Baker by day, bartender by night, Sanji could do it all, except sleep and have a social life. How he longed to trade places with his customers, on dates, meeting friends, buying drinks for beautiful strangers. He wanted that fateful encounter in the coffee shop! Something to give his life that little extra excitement! Someone to stifle the sting of loneliness in his heart.

He laughed with a cynical smile, no, he would continue flattering his female customers and being shy and terse towards the handsome males. It was his eternal, fatal flaw. He couldn’t be honest with his feelings, so he directed all his affection towards the fairer sex and hid away his desires for the cruder one. Alas, woe was he.

“A coffee shop though?” asked an exasperated green-haired man.

“Yes!” replied his dark-haired and lightly freckled friend.

“Ace, no.”

“Zoro, yes.

The two good friends got along on most subjects unless it came to Zoro’s social life. It would be generous to call him a recluse, he was a caveman. All he did outside of work was eat, sleep, and workout. If he never had to talk to another human, he would be perfectly content. This was altogether unacceptable in Ace’s mind. The sociable and extroverted man was the only positive influence on Zoro’s life, besides his brother, who was in a league of his own when it came to being outgoing.

“Look Zoro… You’re going to love this place. I’m telling you.”

“What is there to love about overpriced coffee - which I don’t drink - and girly pastries?”

“First of all, they have more than just coffee, second of all, girly pastries are the most delicious pastries, and speaking of delicious, there’s something, or rather someone, even more delicious there.” Ace wiggled his eyebrows and elbowed his friend suggestively.

“Oh no, this is another one of your terrible hookup ideas. Absolutely no way in hell.”

“Well too bad, because we’re here.”

The pair had been walking home from work, or rather, walking to the coffee shop from work, which Zoro hadn’t noticed. His sense of direction was so terrible that he was oblivious to the fact that they had started walking in the opposite direction from home.

The door made a little “ding” when they entered the cool, air conditioned shop, escaping the hot and humid summer air.

“Welcome, I’ll be with you shortly,” came a voice from across the small shop.

Ace looked back at his green-haired friend, beaming. Zoro studied the room, looking for the person Ace was trying to set him up with, so he could prepare himself to be as cold and uninterested as possible. A cute waitress was serving tea, she had a charming smile and was not at all Zoro’s type. He looked away from the girl in time to notice a waiter approaching them. He was tall and slender with a curtain of smooth blonde hair framing his face, parted so that it obscured his right eye. He was the one, Zoro realized as his chest thumped. Damn, Ace was good. Zoro slinked behind his friend to that the waiter wasn’t in full view.

When Sanji saw the familiar face enter the shop he put on a playful scowl and said, “you!”

“You!” replied Ace, laughing.

“I thought I told you to stay away,” the waiter threatened dramatically.

“Nothing could keep me away from your hot buttered scones, Sanji.”

Sanji broke out laughing, and Zoro couldn’t help but smile at the endearing, albeit theatrical display.

“Who’s this, did you bring a date with you?” Asked the waiter as he led them to a table.

“Yes,” Zoro replied instantly, seeing this as a chance to throw a wrench in his friend’s scheme. He even went so far as to take Ace’s arm awkwardly in his.

Ace looked at him in shock, pulling his arm away and whispering urgently, “ what are you doing!!”

Zoro replied with a sly grin that seemed to say, “good luck with your plan now.”

To both Ace and Zoro’s surprise the waiter stammered and flushed saying, “O-oh, how, uh, precious.”

The person Ace had brought along was a dream of a man. Broad shoulders, sun-kissed skin, rugged features, and rippling muscles barely contained under his earthy green t-shirt. Sanji had prepared himself to act coldly towards the man, as usual, only to discover that he was Ace’s b-boyfriend which meant that he was gay. Actually that meant Ace was also interested in men, which was news to Sanji. His secret identity wanted to jump out and shout “Me too!!”

But shit , where did Ace find a man like that . He felt his resolve crumble. Now that he knew they were kindred spirits he suddenly felt awkward, like his false persona had been completely exposed from the start.

“Your menus,” Sanji stammered, offering the couple a pair of menus when they sat. The green haired man had his eyes fixed on Ace dreamily. Wow. Sanji was inexplicably jealous. He wanted something like that, to be able to go out with his man on a date in public with no shame, hell, just to have a date at all. Sanji turned away, letting the men enjoy each other’s company while they reviewed the menu.

“What the fuck are you doing Zoro?!” Ace whispered loudly.

“Ruining your plan,” replied the green-haired man nonchalantly.

“You saw the guy didn’t you? He’s totally you’re type isn’t he? Why would you ruin a chance like this just to spite me?! Are you that self-destructive?!” Ace was exasperated, bewildered, he had to get this guy’s act together.

True, the waiter was fine as hell, charming, funny, and adorable. But Zoro would be damned if Ace got away with his plan.

Sanji returned to the kitchen, a maddening flush splashed on his cheeks. What a perfect couple. Ugh. His heart ached. Sanji, the hopeless romantic, could only dream of something like that. If only he could get his head out of his ass and fess up to his true feeling when it came to guys!

Sanji returned to their table to take their orders to find an awkward atmosphere between them.

“Are you gentlemen ready to order?”

“Yes,” said Zoro with finality, closing the menu in front of him, “I’ll have a cup of matcha and an almond croissant. What about you, babe?”

Babe , Sanji felt a pang in his heart.

“Zoro, that’s enough,” Ace stated sternly, then looked up at Sanji with pleading, apologetic eyes, “Sanji, I’m sorry to drag you into this. We’re not dating.”

“What?” Sanji and Zoro both said at once, Sanji incredulously, Zoro with feigned indignation.

“Zoro’s just being stubborn because I brought him here to meet you.”

Sanji was reeling from the revelations. The perfect couple wasn’t a couple? Zoro was here to meet him ? That must mean… Ace knew ?? Sanji simply smiled to hide his utter bewilderment and nervousness.

“I’m sorry but I don’t follow.”

Ace sighed, “My friend is a lonely asocial bonehead who would rather pretend he’s dating me than have to figure out how to flirt with someone amazing like you.”

“ Ace !” Zoro growled, embarrassed.

Sanji merely smiled, brain on hold, and began operating on autopilot. “So a cup of matcha and an almond croissant, anything else?”

“Sanji..” Ace sobbed

“Ace you broke him,” muttered Zoro.

Ace studied the waiter before asking sheepishly, “Can I have the chocolate cheese cake…”

“One chocolate cheesecake coming right up!” Sanji confirmed with the same artificial smile plastered on his face.

What the hell is going on.

Sanji was so confused, his heart was racing, to be honest this was getting too complicated and he just wanted it to end. From what it sounded like, Ace was trying to set him up with Zoro, but how did ace know Sanji liked men in the first place? Oh god, was it that obvious? He had made every effort to appear as heterosexual as possible. But the good news was the incredibly sexy green-headed man was gay too, except, he had gone so far as to pretend he was with Ace to avoid flirting with Sanji. Oh god, everything was terrible.

“Sanji?” came a soft female voice, “are you okay?”

The baker came out of his agonized trance, “Oh, Carrot, sorry, just had something on my mind.”

Carrot frowned, “If your table is giving you trouble I can take it for you,” she suggested.

“Ah, no, it’s okay, I just have to bring them… what was it… what did they order? Oh right, matcha, croissant, cheesecake.” Sanji busied himself preparing and warming the items.

Ace and Zoro sat at the table arguing with each other under their breath,

“Look what you did, he’s so upset!”

“This was all your idea in the first place!”

“Yeah and it would have been fine if you didn’t pull that ridiculous stunt!”

“Shh he’s coming”

They both shut their mouths and looked at their hands shamefully when Sanji arrived wearing an awkward smile.

“Your matcha and almond croissant sir,” he said, placing a fragrant pastry and a warm cup of green frothy liquid in front of Zoro. “And your chocolate cheesecake,” he said presenting the tall, dark slice of cheesecake. “I hope you enjoy.”

The waiter walked off without continuing the conversation, and Ace and Zoro went back to their bickering under their breath, while stuffing their faces.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” “What was I supposed to say?”

“It’s so awkward now, we totally ruined that guy’s day.”

“No, you ruined it.”

“No, this was your idea, you ruined it.”

“Zoro, you have to leave him your number.”

“I what ?!” Zoro hissed.

“You like him right? You’ve gotta fix this weirdness, give him your number,” Ace insisted.

“Why?!? He probably doesn’t even like me! He must think we’re both complete freaks.”

“Just do it okay! I’ll pay for your shit, just leave him your number!”

“You owe me.”

“Just trust me on this, okay.”

The rest of the meal went by awkwardly. Ace paid for the pastries and Zoro took the pen and receipt, writing down his number deliberately.

Sanji was emotionally exhausted and flustered by the time the pair had left. He picked up the bill and was surprised to find a scribble of handwriting on it. The note was barely legible, but he could make out the words, “Sorry for being weird. Give me a chance? Zoro” followed by a phone number. Sanji blushed furiously. The sexy bastard left him his number, but what if this was another one of the man’s tricks? Oh- His life was agony!

Scrutinizing the number he found that… he couldn't read it. At all. It might have read 508-745-9922, but it also could have read 805-298-4477, or 505-248-9472, or literally any other combination of those numbers because somehow the 5’s looked like 8’s and the 4’s looked like 9’s and even the 7’s looked like 2’s. This was a disaster. This was definitely another trick. Life was despair, woe was he.

“So did he call you?” Ace asked his friend eagerly.

“Nope.”

“A text?”

“Nothing.”

“Dammit.”

Zoro shrugged, this was nothing new. He was a scary looking guy, and didn’t exactly set off the average gay-dar, and he was also very asocial, so romance, chance encounters, and all of that bullshit never really worked out for him. He was a little disappointed though, he had to admit. The baker boy was beautiful, the almond croissant was the best girly pastry he’d ever had too. He had been tempted to go back to the bakery for a second chance, but the embarrassment and the possibility that the blonde wasn’t interested in him were too much for him to handle.

“Let’s go drinking tonight,” the dark-haired man suggested, “There’s this new bar that’s supposed to have lots of different craft beer.”

Zoro groaned, “bars are too expensive, I’d rather do my drinking at home.”

“That’s because you’re an antisocial alcoholic.”

“Am not.”

Tonight was like any other night at the bar. As the hours grew later, Sanji’s guests grew rowdier. Fortunately this was a rather upscale bar, so he didn’t have to deal with terribly unsavory characters, but his customers were still a handful.

Just past midnight a couple more guests showed up at the bar, Sanji glanced over only to see a familiar face.

“You!” he declared, pointing at Ace.

“You!” replied ace, pointing back as per their usual antics.

“You!” said Sanji again, now noticing the green haired man.

“Uh….” Zoro wasn’t sure how to proceed with this.

“Sanji, I had no idea you worked here,” Ace smiled.

Sanji wasn’t sure if he was happy or not seeing the two clowns that had thoroughly messed with his head on their last meeting, but he replied cordially, “yeah, it’s a new gig.”

“Zoro aren’t you lucky,” Ace jabbed Zoro in the ribs, “Sanji, he was just dying to see you again.”

“Shut up,” Zoro said looking away to hide the flush on his cheeks.

Sanji couldn’t tell if Ace was being serious or not, but he felt his heart jump into his throat at seeing Zoro again. His brain went back on autopilot and he asked them what they’d have to drink.

Ace looked up at the specials list, “does that say mead ?” he asked in awe.

“Why yes it does! It’s a local brew with some citrus notes, it’s very refreshing,” replied Sanji.

“I’ll have that, but damn Sanji, you’re a cook and a bartender, you can do it all,” Ace winked, “makes me wish I was single.”

Sanji flushed, quickly turning to prepare the man’s drink. “Ace, you’re in a relationship?” He asked, turning back and handing the drink to Ace, then asking in a quiet voice, “and how did you even know that I’m… you know…”

Ace winked and tapped at his temple, “I’ve got the magic eye. Homo-vision. No one can slip through. Not even this guy,” he gestured towards the green haired man to his right who certainly didn’t set off Sanji’s own perceptive gay-dar. “And my man should be coming by after he gets off work,” he smiled a giddy smile.

The bartender turned nervously towards the quiet and attractive green haired man, “Zoro, right? Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Beer,” he answered simply.

Sanji made an awkward laugh, “We offer over two dozen different beers here… what kind of beer do you like?”

Zoro frowned, “strong.”

This man was funny. “Do you like IPA’s? Stouts? Do you like them smooth or hoppy?”

The green man’s brow creased, he’d never had to think this hard about beer before.

“Why don’t you have one of the tasting trays? I’ll choose five for you to try,” suggested Sanji.

Zoro grunted in agreement, still unable to meet the man’s face.

“Zoro you’re acting so shy, this isn’t like you,” Ace whispered to his friend.

“I’m talking to a guy that didn’t call me after I gave him my number! It’s awkward!” he hissed back.

Sanji returned with a wooden tray holding five small glasses filled with amber liquid, some a very dark chocolatey color, others a light honey color.

“Try this one first,” the bartender offered, handing his guest the lightest colored beverage. “That’s a pale summer ale, very hoppy, with lemon and subtle ginger undertones.”

Zoro took a large swallow, raising his eyebrows at the bright, refreshing taste. “Oh, I like it.”

“Great!” Sanji smiled a warm, genuine smile that sent Zoro’s heart a flutter. “Let’s try this one next, here we have an amber ale, it has a more malty flavor and might have a slightly sweet, caramel touch.”

“Oh, I like this too.”

Sanji laughed, “Okay try this one,” the bartender was getting into this, he loved watching people enjoy food and drink, and this moss-head seemed to enjoy everything. “This one is a bavarian dark lager, much more smooth, dry, and strong, with a slight nuttiness and subtle vanilla notes.”

“Ah, this one’s really good.” Zoro smiled. He finally looked up and met the bartender’s eyes. They were a beautiful blue that looked almost violet in the warm lighting of the bar.

“Three for three so far, I’m on a roll,” Sanji ginned, steadying his heart from meeting the handsome man’s eyes, “Now try this, it’s an oatmeal stout with coffee and chocolate notes.”

“Mm, I taste the chocolate,” Zoro was really getting into this, and he was beginning to feel more comfortable around the attractive bartender.

“Lastly we have an imperial porter,” Sanji handed the man the darkest of the beers, “it’s made with roasted barley and has a nice smokey flavor.”

“Wow, that’s nice,” Zoro nodded appreciatively. He went back and finished off each one with satisfaction.

“Which one was your favorite?” the bartender asked.

Zoro pondered, “hmm… Probably the last one, it was the strongest,” he laughed and ran his hand through his hair. “What’s your favorite?”

Sanji smiled, “I also like the porter, it’s more like a wine than a beer, strong, smooth, I like the ones with chocolate and coffee notes too. I’m not as much a fan of IPA’s and very bitter beers.”

Zoro nodded though he really wasn’t familiar with the different names.

Ace had been watching the exchange with a smug grin while he sipped his mead with great satisfaction. When his phone buzzed he looked down to see that his date had arrived. Looking around, he spotted the man with a bright blond tuft of hair on top of his head and lazy, sensual eyes that stopped Ace’s heart every time he looked in them.

“Marco!” The dark haired man swung off his seat and into his lover’s arms shamelessly. Sanji looked on in surprise and thinly veiled envy.

Now this is the perfect couple, the bartender thought.

Glancing back at his friends, Ace grinned devilishly and said, “give us a moment, we’ll be right back” before waltzing off, Marco’s arm wrapped around his waist.

“Ugh, they’re probably gonna go make out in a corner,” Zoro muttered.

“I think it’s rather sweet,” Sanji admitted. Zoro looked away and blushed.

After a pause, Zoro finally asked the question that had been weighing heavily on him, “you… didn’t call.”

Sanji laughed cynically, to the green-haired man’s dismay. He slipped his hand into his pocket pulling out a piece of paper and slamming it on the bar, catching Zoro’s attention immediately.

“What the fuck is this?”

Zoro glanced down at the crumpled receipt in surprise. It was the same receipt from a week before, with his handwriting and phone number scrawled across it. He flushed, and defensively declared, “it’s my number, dumbass.”

“Oh, is that what it was, I couldn’t tell because the penmanship looked like it was scribbled by a drunken gorilla.”

“Huh?” Zoro growled.

“How is it possible for your fives to look like eights, your fours to look like nines, and your sevens to look like twos? I swear I thought this was another dirty prank you moss-brained shithead.”

Zoro’s mouth was agape at the bartender’s 180 in personality, then the corner of his mouth quirked into a snicker. “Tsundere,” he chuckled.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

“What did you call me?”

The green haired man grinned, “nothing at all.”

Before the argument could continue, Marco and Ace returned, lips more red and puffy than before.

“Sanji, meet Marco, Marco, this is that waiter I was telling you about,” Ace said with a wink.

Marco smiled in recognition, offering the bartender a handshake. The couple noticed that Zoro and Sanji were intentionally avoiding each other’s eyes, and he looked to the bartender with concern.

“What’s tsundere?” Sanji asked, turning so that his body was facing away from Zoro to ignore him.

Ace laughed, “Did he call you that? He’s whipping out the Japanese already.”

“It’s Japanese?”

“Yeah, I think it means a person who acts hostile and cold towards people because they’re afraid to show affection.”

Sanji’s face went red, his eyes flicked towards the man with green hair with rage, only to notice that he was wearing a smug smirk.

“Well what’s the term for a boneheaded peabrain with grass growing out of his skull who can’t even legibly write his own number?” fumed the barkeep.

Marco laughed, “I think that’s called a ‘Zoro.’”

The green haired man glared at the older man, crossing his arms and saying, “Better than being a pineapple head.”

At this they all laughed and Ace quipped, “I love pineapple.”

Marco grinned, “Well this pineapple head want’s to take his handsome date home for the night, so if you’ll excuse us,” he stood up to pay his tab, leaving Zoro with a surprised expression.

“You guys are leaving?” Zoro asked.

Ace winked, “I think you’ve got this covered on your own.”

Zoro frowned with uncertainty.

Sanji tended to the rest of his customers while Zoro sat alone at the bar. When Sanji returned he chanced a question, “so how late are you working tonight?”

The bartender flushed again, which was doing a devastating number to Zoro’s heart. “I’m closing up tonight at two AM.”

Zoro sighed, leaning back and feigning reluctance, “guess I just have to hang out for another hour.”

The bartender’s heart skipped a beat and he looked down, “Just don’t scare off the customers.”

“I can’t make any promises, there’s no saying what I might do if someone else makes a move on you.”

Turning away to hide the wildfire spreading across his cheeks, Sanji said, “I can take care of myself, shit head!” then slammed another beer down in front of the green-haired man, “It’s not like I want you here.”

Zoro smirked, taking the beer which he hadn’t ordered and muttered, “tsundere.”

The drunken customers slowly trickled out of the bar until it was only the two of them, Sanji printing out receipts, cashing out and cleaning up, and Zoro sitting at the bar, sipping at his third beer. The bartender seemed to have relaxed now that the crowd of customers was gone.

“My tab,” he finally said, sliding his credit card across the bar and towards the bartender who was facing away from him.

Sanji turned, placed his hand over the card and slid it back, “It’s on the house, shithead,” he said cooly.

Zoro looked back with surprise, and then a grateful smile, “aren’t you generous.”

“Shut up, I was afraid that lawn on your head would dry out if I didn’t keep watering it.”

Zoro laughed.

“Actually, here, I want you to try this,” Sanji’s expression changed and he prepared a small liquor glass and pulled a bottle off the shelf behind him, “You’re Japanese right? We just got this, tell me if it’s any good, it’s plum wine.” The bartender was excitedly pouring a sip of the liquor into the glass.

Zoro took, “Ume-shu?” he said curiously, then sipped it, “yep, that’s the stuff. This one is nice, it’s not overly sweet.”

Sanji beamed, pulling another bottle down, “Okay try this,” he offered, pouring a sip of another.

“ Wow , that’s like… fancy fire water,” Zoro laughed, feeling a very pleasant burning sensation in his throat.

“It is! It’s a digestif, Eau de Vie which means the water of life. You’re supposed to drink it after a meal to help you digest. It’s a strong infusion of fruit and herbs.”

“I’m learning so much about alcohol today. Are you trying to get me drunk?”

Sanji laughed, “You don’t look like the alcohol has even phased you.”

“Nope. Liver of steel.” Zoro grinned, patting his toned stomach. “You almost done?”

“Just finishing up,” the bartender said, suddenly feeling a rush of nervousness. He hadn’t spent time with another person outside of work in ages, and he honestly wasn’t even sure how to compose himself in a normal setting. Would Zoro think he was awkward? Hopefully he’s had enough alcohol not to care…

When the register was cashed out and the bar wiped down, Sanji pulled off his apron and finally walked around to the front of the bar to meet Zoro. Under the apron he had been wearing a slim fitting navy button down with a black vest that complimented his lean body. Zoro couldn’t stop his eyes from travelling up and down and back up the bartender’s attractive build, and he was feeling slightly giddy from the alcohol, though nowhere near drunk.

Zoro stood, strode over to Sanji and looped a finger into the top of his vest, pulling slightly. Sanji looked down at the invading hand, and when he looked back up Zoro’s face was close, breathing softly on his lips. He could feel the heat radiating from Zoro’s face and onto his burning cheeks, his heart was pounding out of his chest. A second hand slid around the back of his neck and into his hair sending a shiver up his spine and an electric jolt to his stomach. Zoro tilted his head slightly to bring their faces closer and whispered, “Can I?”

Sanji answered by closing the distance between them with ardour, pressing his lips into the other, rougher ones, wrapping his arms around the strong man’s muscular torso and stood there still, savoring the feeling of lips pressed against lips, body against body, like he’d longed for so desperately.

Zoro’s heart was racing out of his chest. He wasn’t a suave or sensual guy, but he was straight forward and to the point, and when he wanted something, and the moment was right, he went for it, no matter how much his awkward, antisocial psyche tried to restrain him. The bartender kissed back. All the little doubts that lingered in his mind had cleared like the sky after a storm, and he felt perfectly elated. Sanji’s slender body and soft lips were on him. The reality of the moment was sealed sweetly by the unmoving pressure of the gentle kiss. Clenching his hand tighter in Sanji’s hair, he opened his mouth to lick and suck at Sanji’s lips, which responded by doing the same, and soon they were moving like two crashing waves melting into each other. Their natural chemistry was harmonious, as if their bodies were vibrating at the same frequency, the intensity and perfection of it almost overwhelming. Zoro slid his hands down Sanji’s body hungrily and planted a firm grasp on his hips, then lifted him suddenly, which elicited a small cry from the bartender, who was sat down on his bar like a drink to be served. Zoro kissed him fervidly, leaving his lips to plant a trail of open-mouthed kissed along Sanji’s jaw and down his neck, sucking at the crook of his collar bone. The blonde let out a soft moan, trailing his fingers up and down the rippling muscles of Zoro’s back with desire before nestling them in the soft green hair.

“Zoro, take me home.”

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thefandomdirtymind · 6 years ago

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Magic Touch 4

Marvel

Tony Stark x Reader

Magic Touch Serie : Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

The next morning, you found the store in a real mess. Everywhere, construction worker was busy like ants. A small group was placing the new window, repairing the one Iron Man had destroy when he does his entrance to save you. Other was cleaning the floor, removing the torn tapestry or changing the broken lock.

Pushing the door, you nod of the head at few curious worker. Sit at a small table, you boss was drinking a coffee with two gentleman, wearing both a suit who’s probably cost more that you whole wardrobe. Lifting his eyes of the paper in front of him, he leave his chair for greeting you.

“ Y/N ! How are you, the police tell me what’s happen, you was already gone when I had reach the store yesterday, i’m so glad you’re okay ! “ He exclaim, showing you more emotion in that huge minute that he have in the entire five years of business relation.

“ I’m fine, a little bit tired, but, it will pass when I will start working” You say, looking around you, trying to estimate the time it will take to be ready to open.

“ I’m not sure if we will open today, in fact, Y/N I want to present you Mr. Freeman and Mr. Elwes. They are the lawyer and architect of Mr. Stark. He had make a offert to buy the shop ! “

Surprise, you look at him, greeting finally the two men before being impolite.

“ He want to buy the coffee shop” You ask, like if you wasn’t sure to heard right.

“ Yes “ Mr. Freeman, the lawyer, reply with a voice more low that you though he possess.” Mr.Stark desire to buy this coffee, he already pay for the repair of the broken window and other importante need of the store. He don’t want to change the formula, but maybe doing some architectural amelioration and change the hours of opening. It’s really clear in the request he made. “

Opening you mouth, you close it quickly, now knowing the real reason of his little illogical business decision.

“ I should work a little for at least two customers” You say “ Mr. Stark and Mr. Happy take their coffee here each morning without exception. If we don’t open today, I suggest I bring them one, It could be a bad idea to not give what he like to our new boss “ You said, removing already your coat.

“ Good Idea Y/N,the kitchen is clear and clean, like you let it yesterday" The little man say,losing all interest in you, taking his sit again to finish is meeting with the business man.

" The tower is under protection, we not sure they will let you come in, but, maybe we could call Mr. Happy to come here take the coffees." The architect inform you with a kind but superior smile.

" I'm not worried, Jarvis know me, he will open the door for me i'm sure " You let escape before heading to the kitchen.

Waiting for the coffee to be ready, you start to draw on Tony’s cup. Your first though was to draw the Iron hand pouring dollars bills, but you think it could be a little bit childish. After all, you wasn’t completely mad that he brought the coffee shop, just a little bit irritated that he didn’t talk about it before and, even if the reason was pretty evident, you try to scold yourself that maybe, buying the store was already in his mind before the event of yesterday. You finally drew the iron man mask, adding the last few reflect detail before pouring the precious brown liquid and adding the cinnamon touch.

Putting the two cup and the small bakery bag in a travel tray, you put your light coat on and leave the construction area behind you, traveling the small way between the tower and your work place.

Standing in front of the large glass door, you look around, trying to find a handle or at least the small button of an interphone. But, you found nothing else that the plate with the number of the building.

“ Hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N I came to give Mr. Stark and Mr. Happy their coffee. “ You say at loud, hoping that someones what looking at you with an hidden camera.

“ Miss Y/L/N, welcome back, I will inform Mr. Stark that your here. “ The familiar voice of Jarvis inform you, opening the door in the same time. “ I hope you have sleep well, it’s a true pleasure too see you again.” The robotic voice say.

Smiling, you passing the door, enjoying the beautiful effect of the sunlight on the white marble.

“ Good morning Jarvis. I sleep well yes thank you. I’m really glad to talk to you too.” You answer, liking more and more the artificial assistant.

The sound of the elevator door opening, take you by surprise.

“ Mr. Stark wait for you in his workshop.”

“ Good, can you please inform Happy that I have a coffee for him too ? “ You ask, not wanting to give a cold breuvage to the so sweet bodyguard / driver.

“ I have inform M.Happy about the coffee, he seem really glad you have think of him, you can put it on the desk.”

Obeying, you leave the cup and one of the chocolate pastry with a napkin on the long pale surface.The elevator cabin seem more bigger that the night before, but, you didn’t say it out loud, thinking that maybe it was an effect of the small shock you have suffer.

Stepping inside, you watch the door close, a nervous feeling starting to grow in your stomach. What happen if Tony just act with you like your kisses never happen, it was maybe a way to calm you down, after all the man is a well know womanizer when he's single.

“ Have a nice day Miss Y/L/N” Jarvis finally said busting your thought when you reach the secret workshop.

“ Thank you Jarvis” You reply, looking the door opening.

A loud rock music you knew was filling the room, AC/DC, back in black, was amplify by the tall metal wall. Somewhere in the middle of the room, Tony was standing in front of his desk, wearing a casual sweat pants and tank top, clearly waiting for you. A pair of protection glasses was crossing his messy brown hair, a smile you never seen before was on his lips.

“ Jarvis, low the volume. Morning Y/N what a surprise and a kind attention” He say, approaching you, taking the tray to put it appart, focusing is attention in you and only you.

His hand, previously handling the carton tray, was now on you waist, pulling you slowly closer. His brown eyes lock in your yours.

“ Can I kiss you or it was only a luck I had yesterday ? “ He ask you, joking but asking for your approval.

Biting your lips, you smile, the knock in your stomach now totally vanish.

“ You can, but we have to have a talk after “ You answer, already closing your eyes.

“ Talking ? It so overrated, i’m more a lover that a talker” He respond, putting finally is lips on yours.

The kiss was as magical that before. The man knew exactly when add his tongue and how much pressure he have to put with his teeth on your bottom lips to make you melt.

Stepping back slowly, you try to not blush or show that this kiss was the better "good morning" of your life. But by is small smirk, you knew that he already know that.

" Thank you for the coffee love" Tony say, giving you some space you didn't want, for reach his coffee cup and spy in the pastry bag.

" Tony, you want to buy my workplace...why ? " You finally ask, having a last hope that maybe it wasn't because of you after all.

Tony stay silence for few minute, enjoying the first slip of hot coffee and cinnamon crashing like a wave on in tongue. Once the first drop of caféine had reach his soul, he gave you a side look, trying to understand if you was angry or not.

"Yeah well, the decoration wasn't really modern enough. I think we can make it a really big affair, with your wonderful coffee and maybe some iron man exclusive picture hang on the wall, it could be really great and maybe opening other store in the futur" He say, joking a little. But, you easily see that he was hiding the true reason. His smile, usually so bright was going on and off.

" You bigger demand was to stop the late shift. It's was not just about become modern " You reply, crossing you arms.

"Fine, I judge that it wasn't enough secure and your boss isn't really into putting more security so I buy it. You will be safe and it will be more easy for me to not....thinking of you all the time, wondering if your okay. It was a necessary transaction" He finish, now serious.

"Yesterday was an accident...an event who’s happen sometimes but not always. You don’t need to do all that.” You protest, discovering a new part of the personality of the billionaire.

“ Yes I have to, I’m Iron Man, it’s my job to protect people...and I have to protect even more the people I care about. “ Sighing, he put the cup down. “ Take it like a upgrade of the administration if you want, but please, do it for me.”

“ How can you care that much...we just start to know each other” You shyly retort.

“ I know “ He reply. “ but the way you act with Happy, he really like you by the way. You’re personality, these funny little draw you take time to put on each of my cup...this funny but so innocent view of the world, I like that and I want to see more of you. Maybe take you on a date ? “

“ The famous Tony Stark do that, having dates ?” You tell with humour, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Laughing, he take you in his arms.

“ Yes I do sometimes, come on, i’m not just a genius, rumor say that i’m human too” He joke, stealing you a kiss. “ I have a charity gala tomorrow night, please tell me you will come with me. Or I will have to bring Happy and he will look horrible in the dress I have plan to give you “

Laughing at the mental view of the big guy in a dress, you bite your lips.

“ It’s a date then”

“ It’s a date” He reply, offering you a wink. “ So, now your here, what do you thinking of a visit of my workshop “

Giving a look to the sexy man, you softly smile.

“ Show me your world, genius”

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#marvel #marvel imagine #Avenger #tony stark #Iron Man #iron man imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #imagine #Robert Downey Jr

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imaginativemarvel · 7 years ago

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Forbidden Love - Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Reader

Request by @secrets-rain: Could you do an imagine of Tony Stark as your sugar daddy??

Summary: (Y/N) hates her life, she is on her last year of college and spending all of her time just to take classes. One day her friend invites her to go to a party at the Stark Tower. She kindly accepts hoping she can dance the night away intoxicated but meets a roadblock when Tony Stark takes a strong liking to her.

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Reader

Word count: 3.8k AHHH THIS WASNT SUPPOSE TO BE SO LONG BUT IT GETS SO GOOD IM SORRY

Warning: talks about sex, doesn’t describe it. Lots and lots of fluff and shows how caring tony is. (So glad this was requested bc recently lots of tony hate blogs have been appearing like what??)

A/N: I know most of you don’t like tony x reader but give this a try, it’s actually really good (if I say so myself) and I really like it

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It wasn’t at all planned from the start. 6 months ago you were invited to a party by your friend who happened to be the sister of one of the top elite members of S.H.I.E.L.D. You came as a simple guest with no real objective other than live the long night but it soon turned into some type of mission. Sure it wasn’t the typical mission that the avengers went on like saving the world, but it was a mission of your own. You didn’t tell anyone, you knew what people would think of you. You didn’t come to this party with your eyes set on the rich man; it only came to mind after he suggested it to you. As much as you hated the idea of hooking up with someone wealthy only for their money, you didn’t really have any other choice. You were running out of ways to keep your life stable and healthy. Not only that but you both really enjoyed what you had, and overall he wanted to help you.

Weeks would go by with you only consuming left over cracker packets and water from the faucet of a public bathroom. You hated living that life; you hated not being able to do what you wanted. All of your money from your jobs went to the bills of the dorm, the bills of your school and the gas and electric. There was more you needed to pay off, like your water bill, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You had no spare money, you had no help. Loans were out of the question too, so much debt was in your name that you didn’t want to add onto it. The possibility of quitting college was an option but if you did, you would never get where you wanted to in life.

3 years were under the belt, only 1 more to go. You needed a plan and you needed it fast, and god answered your prayers. If Ali’s sister wasn’t as amazing as she is, you wouldn’t have been there to accept the sweet and sexual opportunity that would change your life forever.

The hour before the party started, you were with Ali at her place doing your makeup and dressing up. Ali let you borrow a few dresses to try on and pick which one to wear. Apologizing over and over for asking her for too much, you hated borrowing really expensive things. You didn’t have the option to get a beautiful, pricey dress, and she knew that so she didn’t mind. The dress you chose was absolutely beautiful. It was tight in the right places, loose in the right places. It was long and there was a cut from your right ankle to your hip that showed your whole leg. It was sexy and seductive, it was enough for you to fit in.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed how different you looked. You looked happy, stylish and well, wealthy. Both of you finished quickly before heading out to her car and driving to the well known Stark Tower.

When you arrived a man offered to take your car to a safe parking place so you both could enter the tower and head to the ball room. It was amazingly fancy, you felt so out of place, but nobody knew that. Your looks made you look like you knew what you were doing. A man led you both to the elevator and accompanied you on your way up to the ballroom.

The music was loud but quiet, new and soothing. Ali took the lead and led you to the table with your names on it. Your eyes wandered around the huge room and observed everything.

‘Don’t move out of place. One broken glass and you’ll owe more than you’re worth.‘

“Excuse me everyone, if I may have your attention.”

Every soul in the room stopped what they were doing to focus their gaze to the man speaking into the microphone. He was wearing a suit, yellow tie and matching glasses with yellow frames.

“Before the night starts I’d love to give my gratitude to the amazing S.H.I.E.L.D. members and their guests who are joining us today. When I please say your name, stand up. You deserve the thanks from all of us, if it weren’t for you, the process of any duty would be 10x harder. You guys are truly an asset to us.” He began to name off names starting off with Coulson and his guest, as they sat down he named off Johnson and her guest. It went on for a few moments before he called out the name that belonged to Ali’s older sister. As everyone at your table began to raise, Ali grabbed your arm and forced you to awkwardly stand up beside her.

“Here we have the Edwards, correct? Why don’t you all introduce yourself?”

Everyone went on to greet him before explaining who they are and how they know each other. The whole time you watched how he was so invested into what everyone said, he was smiling and being extremely thoughtful, and for a split second it felt like he looked at you and smiled. You thought it was your mind playing tricks, so you looked over to the person speaking. The last two to speak were you and Ali, she took the mic and began to introduce not only herself but you as well.

“Hello, I’m Ali Edwards, I’m the younger sister. This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s my best friend and my special guest.” She gave you a toothy smile before looking back up to the wealthy man. He didn’t even bother looking at her, his gaze was clearly steadied on the cut in your dress. After a moment of staring he smiled and looked back up to your best friend.

“I’m sure Miss (Y/L/N) can speak for herself, yes?”

The microphone slide into your hands. You, a poor student and practically a college dropout at this point, were going to speak to the Tony Stark. You were to speak to the whole ball room full of avengers and just important people in general, so you tried to get it over with as soon as possible.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). Like she said, I’m just a friend.” Your fingers twiddled together on the microphone before giving the handsome man up front a smile.

“Well you were given an amazing opportunity to come here, be grateful for the friend you have.” His eyebrow raised, he was teasing but you both knew he wasn’t wrong.

“Grateful I am.”

“Thank you (Y/N), and the Edwards. That was the last group I’d like to thank, please everyone enjoy yourselves as the food is served.” Everyone sat down before talking amongst themselves again, Ali turned to you with a humongous smile.

“Care to tell me why the Tony Stark was so interested in talking to you?”

“What? We spoke two sentences to each other.”

“Yes but he was so intrigued by your answers, more than anyone else.”

“Trust me, I’ve been watching. He’s intrigued by everyone’s answers.”

The night went on and everyone enjoyed their meal, it was the first full meal you’ve had in a while. When you both finished, Ali took you up to the bar to grab a few drinks and talk to random strangers. She insisted that you’d help her find a 'new friend’. So, being a good friend, you both sat at the bar stools and eyed down every guest that walked past the bar.

“No fucking way. Look! It’s Captain America! How much would you pay just to have a night with him?” Ali’s finger was pointing to the muscular figure across the room. He didn’t look like what you saw in the papers, he looked like a normal human being. You probably wouldn’t be able to recognize him unless he had the whole suit and shield.

“I hate to burst your bubble, Ali, but he’s not my type. Sure he’s tall, buff and extremely handsome but I don’t know… I think I’m more into the dark hair, dark eyes and facial hair type. He’s the complete opposite.” Her eyes widen in shock.

“Oh my god, you’re a special one (Y/N).”

“Indeed she is, I must say though… Dark hair, dark eyes and facial hair are also my type. By that meaning I’m way more attractive than Steve Rogers.” The voice beamed from the left of both of you, you both were too busy staring at the face of America to even see the man slide in next to you both.

“Oh my god, Tony Stark! Pleasure to meet you face to face.” Ali immediately stood up and held her hand out to the man, he kindly accepted it before holding his towards you for a shake.

“Ali, (Y/N). Nice to meet you both.” You hesitated before shaking his hand and giving him a small smile.

“I must say, I’m quite surprised you remembered our names.” You spoke up to the man in front of you to make the awkward standing less painful.

“And why is that?” His eyebrow raised as he tilted his head to the side.

“There’s a small chance we’ll ever meet again after tonight.” He scoffed before holding up a finger to the bartender, silently ordering a drink.

“Would you like to change that?” He grabbed his now ready drink before taking a sip and sending you a wink.

Your cheeks became a light pink color, was he hitting on you? Before you could respond the blonde man from earlier had walked up beside Tony and whispered something into his ear. Tony nodded his head before giving Steve a thanks.

You could feel the lust radiate off of Ali’s skin as she eyeballed the super soldier. He flashed her a smile before offering her to a dance as a kind gesture. As she kindly accepted, Tony gave you a look before asking if you’d want anything to drink. You both talked amongst yourself, nothing deep but nothing too harmful. It was just a normal conversation with a genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist.

“So you’re on your last year of college?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“How’s that going? With the money and everything? I know sometimes it’s hard for college students to get through school when they’re constantly busy trying to earn cash.”

You paused for a moment. You debated on whether to tell him about your daily problems or not, you knew it wouldn’t hurt to let him know a bit but you were sure you’d beat around the bush.

“It’s hard, obviously it’s not made to be easy. Working 3 jobs just to make sure you have a place to stay and classes to take shouldn’t be a piece of cake; but I have to do what I have to do, to succeed.” You took a sip of a drink you ordered a while back before setting it down and staring into the mans eyes. His eyebrows wrinkled in the middle as if he was deeply concentrated.

“Sure you have a place to stay and classes to take but what about food to eat?” His words hit you like a brick. It’s like he figured out everything just over the few words you spoke to him. There was no point in lying, so you didn’t.

“It’s not always that simple.” You took another sip of your drink to avoid as much eye contact as he could. This guy was a genius, he knew what to do to get the answers he wanted.

“Let me help.” His hand set down his drink before it found its way to your bare shoulder. You looked up from your drink, denying any help he was trying to give you.

“Oh no, I could never let you do that.”

“No, seriously. I have tons of money to spare. The least I could do it help you, it’s not that I need to but I want to. But being the man I am, I’d like something in return.” A smirk appeared on his lips before he downed his drink.

“And what is that?”

That’s where it all started. You knew it was technically prostitution, and you knew how people would look at you if they realized you were hooking up with a man twice your age just to go to school. But the thing is, you could have been dead by starvation if you hadn’t been doing this. It wasn’t necessary legal, but what else could you do? The moment his hands were on your body, you earned more money than your 3 jobs did in a month. Being with the infamous Iron Man had many, many perks.

Perks of being with him included only working one job, being able to have 3 meals a day, slowly crawling out of your debt and the option to be affectionate with someone. There was no way in hell you wouldn’t admit it, Tony was seriously attractive. Like you said on the night of the party, men that have his features automatically attracted you. Even if it was an act of sexual tendencies and sexual tendencies only, you still truly liked Tony and you both shared multiple common interests.

He soon caught onto that, so one night he asked to see you. Obviously up to any night with your handsome sugar daddy, you accepted his invitation. Lately you’ve been telling him to not pay you for some night; that he just deserved it overall for what he has done for you, but he always finds a way to pay you for your services. That night he didn’t have a thought of undressing you in his bed like normal nights, instead he set up a really nice private dinner. Sure, most of the time he’s having a massive orgasm inside of you but, that doesn’t mean you both don’t talk. You knew a lot of his life and he knew a lot of yourself.

That night you both just talked about your daily life. You told him how you were doing good in school and how you’ve managed to gain the weight you lost when you weren’t eating. He told you about his new ideas for his suits and how his friendly avengers were. He was so passionate about his friends and it really made you admire him. He could tell a silly story and you’d know he would relive the moment if he could, even if it was under 60 seconds. Hell, he was even thankful for being friends with Bucky, the man who killed his parents.

You knew about his mom and dad, it took him a while to tell you about it though. It was the first night he opened up to you. He called you over and you both had your usual fun. Afterwards you laid in his bed and just talked about your past. He brought up to you about how you said once that you had no support besides him and he asked about your family. Explaining to him how you have family but they don’t consider you family back, how you still love them because you all are blood related but how they believe you’re less than scum.

He was so interested in your past and comforted you when he realized they disowned you because you didn’t want to do the business that every (Y/L/N) dedicated their life to. He told you about his parents, how he loved them even though they hurt him emotionally and physically and the day he lost them. How it broke him entirely and then he realized his best friends pal was the one who killed them, and his best friend knew the whole time.

Most people wouldn’t believe that Tony Stark had emotions, he was once the weapon for America in war. He was once the reason why innocent people died, so why would he have emotions? Nobody knew it was unintentional, because nobody cared enough to actually get to know him. But you did, and that’s one reason why he never let you go.

When Ali found out that you had been sleeping with Tony for money she lost most respect for you, she believed that you only accepted her offer to get a wealthy man head over heels for you. She believed you chose the most skimpy dress just for that reason. When you tried to tell her how it went down and what life you were living before that, she completely ignored it. She told her sister, who told her team, which eventually lead to all of S.H.I.E.L.D. knowing. Just thinking back to what she said that night makes tears dwell in your eyes.

“18 months! 18 months you’ve been with that old man and you never told me? Is that why you chose that dress? Is that why you accepted my offer? Just to get money and live a lazy life?” She was drunk and in hysterics. You didn’t want to argue with her, especially when she was intoxicated.

“Ali, you don’t understand! When you left with Steve we actually talked! I didn’t go just so I could catch Tony’s eye and steal his money! I’d never do that to you and for you to think that is upsetting! Yes, I did do some things with him for money but you have to realize the life I was living before he helped me, nobody else would help me and I was on my breaking point!”

“I could have helped, but instead you chose to go for Iron Man for help. Whatever, (Y/N). If he’s that important to you then left him fill in the empty spot in your life because I’m no longer going to be apart of that.”

As much as you wanted to point out that she originally told you to spend time with Tony, you didn’t want to piss her off and ruin your relationship any more. You didn’t know why she cared so much, you didn’t know why she wasn’t happy for you. You truly liked Tony. You loved Tony. It may have started off as a way to get cash but the more you guys spent time together, the more you treasured the conversations over the sex. That was your breaking point, you were at your apartment after the fight with Ali and dialed Tony’s number.

Click. “Hey, baby!”

“Tony we need to talk as soon as possible.” A sob broke out in the middle of your sentence, to try to control your sadness, you raised your hand to cover your mouth.

“Of course, I needed to talk to you as well, anyways. Want me to send you a ride? Or would you like me to pick you up? I miss your face every second.” His voice turned from playful to serious in a matter of seconds after hearing your cracked voice.

“No, no. I’ll be there soon.” As your body calmed down you responded to him in a more calm manner.

“Okay, baby. I’ll be here waiting, love you. Bye.”

Your heart felt like it was breaking and at the same time fluttering. ‘Love you. Bye.’ His words repeated in your head the whole way to his tower. Once you arrived, you entered from the front and headed up to his floor. Normally you wouldn’t take this way but you had enough disguise on that you wouldn’t be noticed. Well, you may be noticed now that your secret has been made public. The moment you walk on the floor you spotted the rest of the team, they all knew you and your relationship with tony so there was no issue with them. You avoided all eye contact and continued to walk towards Tony’s room, feeling everyone’s stares on your back.

The moment you opened the door, the amazing smell of flowers hit your nose. Walking in you saw roses sitting everywhere and leading a trail to the bathroom. He was sitting on the sink, a bubble bath was set up with random petals surrounding a few candles. Before you could say anything, he began to speak.

“I know what the public is saying. I know you probably didn’t want it to get out there considering you’re a little over half my age and you were probably upset and frustrated that it got out so I made you a warm bath because you said once that they helped you relax your muscles. If you don’t want me here while you take it I’ll leave but that wouldn’t make sense unless you’re mad at me or want some privacy because-” By the way he was rambling, you could tell he was nervous.

“Tony, I get it. Thank you.”

You set your bag on the counter before walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He stood up but continued to lean on the counter before pulling you towards him, leaving no space between your bodies. You turned your head to rest it on his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“I know. I’m willing to risk anything for you, because you’re more than just a friend with benefits. I came here to tell you that I may have just lost my best friend and anything other relationship in my life because now they know what’s happening between us. I don’t care what they think because I realized that I want something more with you, I want to have more late night conversations about our past or stupid things like what way you pronounce caramel. I want to prove them wrong, I want to show them that I’m not only here because I need money, but because I…” You closed your eyes before pausing and taking a deep breath.

His lips parted before lifting up his head. You did as well and saw his intense but caring stare. “Because what, (Y/N)?”

“Because I love you.“ He laid his head back before giving a loud sigh of relief. It was a serious moment but you let out a giggle anyways, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then because I love you too.”

You smiled brightly in his face as a single tear rolled down your cheek. You weren’t upset, that was the opposite. Even if the day had been absolutely horrible, he could make you happy in any second. You would have never thought you’d be this happy in your life. If some were to approach you before the party happened 18 months ago and said you would have lived a happy life with Tony Stark, you would have laughed right in their face.

His lips gently pushed against yours before pulling away and wiping the falling tear on your cheek. The look in his eyes was your ultimate answer, it was reassurance that he felt the same way as you and wanted to continue what you guys were having in an official way.

“Now, I know this moment is really hard to top but I feel like it would be a lot better if you invited me to the tub with you.”

“Only if you bring alcohol.”

“Yes, baby. Lots of alcohol.”

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theolddarkmachine · 8 years ago

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Must Love Cats- Chapter One

Levy hadn't planned on being a pet sitter when she'd moved into the city. She also hadn't planned on pet sitting for a sex god either, but here she was.

AKA the one where Levy is a pet sitter, Gajeel is her client, and Lily is the glue that binds them together.

So it turns out y’all really liked the idea of the Pet Sitter!AU, which is good, because I really liked it too. I’ll most likely shoot for updating this thing once a week. (Most likely on Wednesdays given they’re my days off.) But this week we’ll make an exception since Chapter One doesn’t really count since it’s just the prompt from the Gajevy Week Challenge that got us onto this idea to begin with. Expect the actual new chapter within the next day or two! Also, I love to get feedback, so if at any point you’d like to throw me some constructive criticism or some love, hit a girl up! Thanks in advance for swinging by, and a special shoutout and thank you to those who read the original warmup prompt from the Gajevy Week and asked for more! Y’all the true MVPs and this one is for you <3

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As far as jobs went, being a pet sitter wasn’t all too bad. Sure, the days were long if you actually wanted to make any money, and the driving all over the place sucked, but the freedom of being able to work when you wanted and to be paid to hangout with other people’s pets honestly made up for it. Levy had been a pet sitter for about six months now and while she certainly hadn’t moved into the city to do it, it was paying the bills while she was pitching her movie ideas around town. Weirdly enough, she’d ended up pet sitting for big names in the industry and though she never actually met any of them– they probably wouldn’t need her services if they were home– it did seem pretty cool to know she was still just one degree away.

The house she was currently headed to was one of her regulars. The owner, one Mr. Gajeel Redfox, had been gone for about two months now and requested that he have the same sitter as much as possible. Given that she worked six days a week, the man’s visits ended up on her schedule more often than not. She was going to really miss seeing Pantherlily almost everyday when his owner finally returned. (Now that she thought about it, she was sure he was supposed to be home soon.) He almost felt like her cat at this point. In fact, she almost felt like she even knew this Redfox character too. She could deduce from the dark furniture, clothes abandoned in various areas around the apartment, and lack of sentimental items such as photos that he was most likely a bachelor. A bachelor with money given he had an apartment overlooking the ocean with walls made entirely of windows just to look out over them, and the ability to pay for visits twice a day for two months straight. She quickly did the math in her head as she pulled into a guest parking spot in the parking garage for the man’s apartment complex and shuddered. She could pay her rent in her apartment with her three roommates for almost five months with what he’d paid for the visits for so long.

“Must be nice,” she mumbled to herself as she hopped out of her car. Locking the door and clipping her keys to her belt loop– she had a really nasty habit of locking her keys in her car and learned this was the best way to avoid anymore unfortunate incidents– she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head and on top of her scarf she had had tied around her azure hair to keep it pulled back. Walking into the lobby through the door in the garage, she nodded to the man at the counter as she sauntered by. He’d stopped having her sign in after a few weeks, knowing full well that she had the code to the lockbox on the Redfox residence’s door and that if she did do something terrible the security could easily apprehend her. (Her small frame was both a blessing and a curse with this job, not that she would ever steal from a client, but it would be nice to know she could at least have a small semblance of a chance to get away if she did.)

She got into the elevator and pressed the button for the 5th floor and waited for the short ride up. Levy admired herself in the reflection of the mirrored elevator, and chuckled to herself as she took in her disheveled hair that tried to escape her scarf, the worn jeans with a stain from an earlier visit and her shirt emblazoned with her company’s logo. The first time she’d arrived to this visit she had been so self conscious and had felt so out of place. She had been certain that for a second the people at the front must have thought she was a homeless person wandering into their lobby, especially since she distinctly remembered she hadn’t showered that day and had pulled on her oldest pair of sneakers and some sweats. It wasn’t like the pets cared if she tried, but had she’d known she was going to end up some place like this, she would have at least brushed her hair. How quickly that had changed with time. Now she felt almost like she was returning to her own home. It helped that she always started her days and ended her days with Lily. It was just a short walk from the elevator to the front door, where she quickly pushed the numbers into the box so she could open the little door that would allow her to get the key.

As she started to unlock the door, she heard the purring that signaled the black cat was awaiting her just on the other side and the sound filled her with joy. His owner wasn’t one to respond to updates, but he had replied once and all he had said was that Lily didn’t like just anybody. That was pretty obvious just by looking over the updates that had been sent in on the days Levy didn’t work as the sitter that covered her shifts when she wasn’t working had yet to meet Lily at all.

“Hello handsome,” she cooed as she pushed her way into the apartment. The Bombay purred again in response as he started to rub himself against her legs. Squatting down, she started to pet him to make sure he remembered that even though his owner still wasn’t home he was still very much loved. “You’re the best way to end the day, ya know.”

“So I’ve been told,” a deep voice replied. Now, Levy liked to think she was very rational. When faced with a problem, she was very level headed, and thought through every possible scenario of what could happen and every possible solution to find the right one. But in that moment, the only possible explanation that came to her mind was that Lily had just responded to her. Which, was definitely new to say the least. She stared at the cat wide-eyed for a fraction of a second longer before the logical part of her brain realized she wasn’t the only human in the apartment. An inhuman squeak that could probably only be heard by Lily and any other animals in the close vicinity escaped her lips as her head snapped up to see a very tall, very muscular, and very half naked man standing in the entrance between the living area and the bedroom where Lily’s stuff could be found. He had long black hair that looked almost as unruly as hers was, eyes that seemed to stare straight through her, and more piercings than should could count. (And that was just from what she could see. Not that she was thinking about any she might not be able to see. Except, he was very attractive.)

“I-” she started, before locking eyes with the man and completely losing her train of thought. After another couple of seconds she just placed her hand on her chest and said “Pet sitter.”

Wow Lev, she thought to herself as dryly as one can possibly think to themselves, you write entire movies with their own worlds and characters and you can’t even string together a full sentence. There was another long pause before the man burst out into raucous laughter.

“I am so sorry,” he said, smiling at her. His smile was like the smile of a devil, beautiful and dangerous. “I forgot to inform your office that I was getting home early and that I didn’t need the visit this evening.”

This was when she should respond, she knew that. It was just that that damn smile had erased any thoughts from her mind, at least all the ones that wouldn’t get her in trouble for saying out loud. Even that annoying ass voice in her mind was dumbfounded. It was possible that since it had been so long since she’d even had any contact with the opposite sex, but he was the single most sexy human being she had ever seen. It was that, or she was cat sitting for an actual sex god. That was also a possibility. After everything they’d been though, you’d have thought Lily would have told her.

“Since you’re here, if you want you can still spend the 30 minutes with him. You don’t need to feed him or anything, I already took care of that,” the sex god continued, apparently unaware he had the power to strike mere mortals speechless. “You must be the girl he seems to love. He’s a great judge of character, you know.”

That snapped her out of the trance as a smile broke across her face.

“Thanks!” She beamed in response. “I love this little guy. I’m not supposed to pick favorites, but between you and me, he’s mine.” She stage whispered at the end and winked. Oh god, what had even gotten into her. She looked back at Lily and smiled at him as well before scratching behind his ears. Had she continued looking at his owner, she’d have seen the blush that spread across his cheeks.

“Well, make yourself at home, I suspect you know where water is if you’d like to have some,” Gajeel said. “I just got back and was headed for the shower, feel free to leave early if you want, just lock up when you go.” She nodded in response as he turned to go back into the room. She sat down next to Lily, who at this point had laid down and rolled over to get his belly scratched. “Oh, and Levy?” Her heart leapt when she heard her name roll off his tongue.

“Yeah?” She asked, looking up. The man smiled that damn smile again.

“Thanks for taking such good care of Lil while I was away. I know I’m not supposed to pick favorites either, but between you and me, you’re mine.”

And with that, he went back into his room, unaware that he had just completely stopped her heart and left her there like she wasn’t going to need medical attention. Once she heard the water turn on in the bathroom, she looked down at Lily, who was looking up at her and wondering why she’d stopped scratching his belly.

“You really could have warned me about your owner looking like that.”

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He knew that the sitter would be gone by the time he got out of his shower, but that didn’t stop him from being slightly disappointed when he got out of his shower and saw Lily curled up on the foot of his bed all by himself. He didn’t want to say he was jealous of a fucking cat, but here he was jealous that his cat got to spend so much time with such a breathtaking human being.

“God dammit, Lil,” he growled as his heart stuttered when he thought of her wink. “You really could have warned me about your sitter looking like that.”

#levy mcgarden #gajeel redfox #gajevy #gajeel x levy #panther lily #fairy tail #fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #alternate universe #uh more tags to tage eventually lol but i think that's all i can squeeze outta this chapter for tags XD #it's technically a repost but can you blame me #i want all the chapters to have the title and summary and whatnot #I JUST WANT TO BE AESTHETICALLY PLEASING OKAY

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beetledrink · 5 years ago

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okay i’ll try because the people demand it of me, my brain doesn’t work so this is by no means a comprehensive list, nor is it really celebrity crushes or anything just people i would describe as sexy. i’m standing up for what i believe in

david harbour obviously. this one isn’t weird this is just facts

pablo schreiber which is possibly even less weird than david harbour. we’re just in “people who humans with eyes think are sexy” territory

patrick wilson but not like in a committed way, i don’t know anything about him as a person he just plays such a good bland middle aged man but in a handsome way. i don’t know

brad leone and i DONT need to explain myself. original anon said semi famous people so this counts

bill skarsgard but sort of against my will, i don’t wanna come across like the most basic flavor of edgy horror fan but i truly love a tall weird looking man. hate to expose myself like this but he was serving some fantastic weirdo freak looks in both deadpool 2 & castle rock

steve buscemi i will not explain myself. just love him. we stan

peter stormare but in a less thirsty way and more in a respectful “that guys just doing whatever and i’m into it” way

h jon benjamin, will not explain myself

john c reilly but in a way similar to peter stormare. just love that fella

taika waititi because i have eyes

jemaine clement because of taika waititi

you gotta write us a thotiary listing all the famous/semi-famous people you find hot

it’s actually a very short list and all of them would make everyone hate me

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okashiras · 8 years ago

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note: considering how ronnie/reggie is virtually crack on the show, this fic contains (but is not limited to) elements of: riverdale and its tie-in comic, classic archie digests, mark waid’s archie, chip zdarsky’s jughead, reggie & me, and—god bless ross butler, i couldn’t resist—13 reasons why.

ao3 link

every other thursday night henceforth, veronica lodge is to go out on a dinner with one reginald “reggie” mantle.

“ricky mantle is an old friend, mija.” her daddy explains during their family breakfast.

it would do her good to befriend the son of one of the most respectable families in riverdale, he says. it’s time to reconnect with their old acquaintances, he adds. this is the fresh start they moved to riverdale for, he finishes.

a simple search on sleuthster would reveal that the richard mantle—and by extension, his family—owns the riverdale register, and several other media outlets in town. veronica need not involve betty and jughead to figure out that hiram lodge is using the mantles’ press connection in an effort to clean his name and reputation in town. between the fraud and embezzlement cases he was just acquitted of and the reported involvement of the southside serpents in the drive-in land acquisition and the sodale construction, god knows how much he needs it.

veronica is aware of her daddy’s reputation as a ruthless businessman. she learned first hand how manfred muggs was driven to a suicide attempt after a shady investment deal with him had gone bad, and how he is not above beating up teenagers to send a message.

but using his very own daughter like this, is a new low.

“a fresh start.” he punctuates as he takes a long sip of his particularly pulpy grapefruit juice. his eyes briefly rest on her mother across the table, then back to her. a coercion.

veronica turns to her mother who smiles gently at her. she has witnessed her mom go from living in the dakota in new york to moving to some dreary town in the middle of nowhere to being a minimum-wage waitress in a diner just to make ends meet after her father was incarcerated. her mother may have made some mistakes but veronica would do anything to protect her—even if it’s against her own father.

in the end, veronica decides to take the path of least resistance.

“i will think about it.” a diplomatic answer. maybe she wants the illusion of control even though she knows that ultimately she doesn’t really have a say in the matter. she clutches her pearl necklace; it feels especially tight today.

she hastily excuses herself out. if she’s going to do it, she refuses to make it easy for anyone.

still, when her daddy pointedly clears his throat in the middle of her decidedly indignant walk out, she turns around and quietly says, “oh, daddy. i love you.” to which he replies, without fail, “oh, mija. i love you more.”

hiram lodge wins again.

as agreed upon by hiram lodge and richard mantle, the dinners (not dates, an important distinction) would go like this:

reggie arrives at the pembrooke at 7 pm sharp, making conversation with smithers while checking himself out in the side view mirror of his corvette as he waits for veronica.

they go to a restaurant of their choosing, which is almost always brookside bistro at the town’s center—reggie’s choice, after she refuses to budge when he asks where she wants to eat.

they order a three-course meal. veronica would usually go with the vegetarian option. reggie’s order changes every time. “i like to work my way around the menu,” he says one time. not that veronica heard it; she was busy ignoring him.

reggie animatedly relates some tall tale about something that happened in football practice. or whatever, she’s not sure; she checks out the instant sports is brought up. It didn’t matter, because reggie’s story is not for her, but for his own amusement, and the occupants of the table next to theirs.

she proceeds to ignore him through the rest of the evening;

and he lets her.

with their bill already paid for by their fathers, they leave the restaurant.

veronica is dropped by her residence no later than quarter to 10.

at the end of their first dinner out, veronica is stopped by reggie just as she was about to step out of his car.

“listen,” reggie begins, “you probably think i’m doing this because i’m after your dad’s money or influence or something,”

she regards him blankly—willing herself not to roll her eyes. there was no way she will dignify this conversation with the famous veronica lodge eye roll.

“but my family already has all of that. and more.” reggie gives a self-satisfied smirk. “the truth is, i—”

“goodbye, reggie.” she interjects as she closes the door.

she thinks she heard reggie call out what seems to be “see you thursday” behind her, which she figures would be impossible considering how any idiot can tell how disastrous this dinner turned out to be.

reggie mantle can’t possibly be that stupid. right?

reginald mantle—strikingly tall, athletic, handsome—is a fairly popular sophomore in riverdale high.

“reggie is hot,” says ginger lopez, slowly. “and tall.”

“i heard he takes tribulus terrestris,” says kevin keller in hushed tones. “but you didn’t hear that from me.”

“who?” pussycats drummer and technique queen melody valentine frowns.

“i don’t really know him that well.” says ethel muggs shifting uncomfortably in place. “i try to avoid him at all costs, to be honest.”

“mantle is a true playa!” exclaims moose mason while distractedly throwing a football. “hey keller!”

“i guess reggie can be difficult sometimes,” says archie andrews, “but he tells good jokes and he’s fun company.” he adds quickly. archie always sees the good in people—to a fault at times.

“why are you even talking to me?” snarls cheryl blossom, then: “why didn’t you return my calls last night?”

“he’s the human equivalent of the student athlete meme.” says jughead jones through a mouthful of pop tate’s burger.

“reggie riles people up with his pranks and all, but i think he just enjoys the attention.” betty cooper says, ever the empathic one. “his parents are rarely home, you know.”

veronica lodge, like any other girl who falls on the 0-4 range on the kinsey scale, finds reggie mantle attractive, which is why during one rebellious streak where she went on a bender to spite her mom into negotiating with her, she invited him as her appointed “dimwitted, sexy, disposable arm candy”, along with josie (“celebrity gal pal”), and kevin (“best gay”). and while she already considers josie and kevin her friends in varying capacities, inviting reggie wasn’t necessarily a premeditated decision—he just happened to be the hottest guy in close proximity at the time—and she wouldn’t think of him as someone more than a casual acquaintance, at most.

the night was certainly nowhere near a vanity fair oscar party, but it was as much good clean fun as mid-sized town teenagers she imagines can have. back at school the following day, everything was normal except reggie’s “swagger” (quotation marks necessary—for veronica would rather give up her custom hermés handbags than to give the impression that such word is in her vernacular) is turned up to 11, and for some reason, he seemed to manage to be especially insufferable when she is around.

when he came onto her at lunch period reminding her of the good time they had that night. they had fun, didn’t they? how about they do it again some time, huh? veronica grits her teeth, “god, reggie. that was one time.”

in response, reggie merely scoffed incredulously, so she continued, “and we went out as a group, in case your lunk head football brain fails to remember.”

and that was it—in two hellishly simple steps, she discovered the secret to getting rid of reggie mantle: 1) ignore and 2) insult. he clearly is no different from a rich run-of-the-mill obtuse and entitled jock who never had to try for anything in his life, veronica decides.

ignoring him should be easy enough; she isn’t the ice princess for nothing—she once refused to speak to her daddy for a week until he relented to allow her and her friends to take the yacht out to the hamptons. and as for insulting him, she can always aim for his intelligence (since his looks are untouchable, veronica laments).

does she feel sorry? no. veronica is doing this with good intentions. if reggie be the one to quit going to their dinners, then her father wouldn’t think she is going against him. he wouldn’t have to threaten her mom to force her to go. this is passive resistance. gandhi did it. or something. it’s supposedly effective.

as for reggie, perhaps it’s unfortunate that he had to take the brunt of this situation, but a guy like that has enough ego required to get over it easily, she decides.

“why won’t you talk to me?” reggie asks on their next dinner.

veronica does not look up. her chanel le vernis black satin nail polish is suddenly fascinating; it is not opaque enough. “hm?” she says distractedly.

“you—“ she feels reggie’s feet shuffle under their table. “you haven’t even looked at me all night.”

it’s working, she thinks. and now for the final blow...

“i mean—”

“no offense, reggie,” veronica slowly presses her palms against their table as she finally looks up at him. “but conversations with you aren’t exactly the stuff of oscar wilde.”

she regrets her words as soon as they come out—even before she saw a flash of hurt settle briefly on reggie’s face. as if on cue, the waiter arrives with the entrée.

apart from the usual empty pleasantries their upper-class upbringing conditioned them to exchange, no further words were spoken between veronica lodge and reggie mantle for the rest of the night.

veronica lodge is not an evil heartless conniving bitch. okay, maybe she could be. a little. her school records back at spence can probably attest to this (that is, unless they have already been destroyed by her daddy). but for all intents and purposes, she is only selectively an evil heartless conniving bitch.

her being spitefully difficult during her dinners with reggie has more to do with the situation her father has put her through rather than because of reggie himself. reggie is but a mere casualty in the crossfire of a classic lodge skirmish.

during the week, she decides to speak with reggie at school hoping to offer, not necessarily an apology, but perhaps something approaching a mea culpa. insulting his intelligence and just being generally insufferable to him who has been nothing but civil to her is very unbecoming of her. even veronica can admit as much.

being mean to reggie is like kicking a dachshund who barks non-stop to stupidly assert its dominance. it’s annoying, but it’s a dog nonetheless. and one does not kick dogs under any circumstance.

however after about three attempts to approach him, it became apparent that reggie is avoiding her. her—as in, veronica lodge. as soon as he spots veronica come near him, he would appear to be suddenly very engrossed in the book he’s holding—because reggie mantle nose-deep in a book is not bizarre at all, no.

she decides to drop it. whatever. she could just tell him when he comes to pick her up that thursday. if he ever comes at all, that is. and if he doesn’t, then her plan worked, didn’t it? daddy can now get off her case? it’s all good?

veronica ponders this as she takes a sip too many of her fourth espresso of the day—which she figures is the reason for the sinking feeling in her stomach. yes, it is because of that, she reassures herself.

it’s thursday and veronica lodge is wearing a saint laurent classic little black dress.

any self-respecting girl knows that the lbd is a perennial wardrobe staple. it’s simple, elegant, and versatile. it’s perfect for a night out, or—if a girl is of veronica’s caliber—even a night in. which is exactly what she intends to do tonight.

the authorities may have taken everything away from them back in new york, but this is riverdale and she can damn well be glamorous inside her own pied-à-terre if she wants to. that’s the reason why she’s dressed up, she tells herself, and certainly not for the off-chance that reggie mantle shows up and—

a shiny black chevrolet corvette pulls over in front of the pembrooke.

veronica lodge is having a night out after all.

“i want a truce.” veronica announces as she puts down her dessert spoon.

reggie blinks. not used to veronica initiating a conversation.

“i’m letting you off the hook,” she begins. “i know you’re doing this for whatever your father bribed you with, as i am with mine—in a way—but whatever kind of deal they’re negotiating between themselves—i don’t want to know and i don’t want any part of it.” she bites back a snarl.

veronica proposes her plan: a) they both talk to their respective fathers about how this arrangement doesn’t really work for them, and if that doesn’t work out—which is likely—then, b) they construct an elaborate scheme where they pretend to go out together but will go on their separate ways, only to meet at a given hour before he has to drop her off for smithers to check. it could work, she insists.

“besides,” she sighs. “i know the last thing you want to do on a thursday night is to be ignored by some girl.” she flips her hair, “even if said girl happens to be the veronica lodge.”

reggie quietly considers this for a moment—spoon picking at the corners of his untouched chocolate-cream flan. after a while, he finally looks up at her. his eyes are a deep warm brown, veronica notes. she had not noticed them before.

“i read dorian gray.” says reggie.

veronica tilts her head.

“the picture of dorian gray.” he specifies.

“i’m aware.” she wills him to continue.

“yeah. well. i read it, alright. took me like two weeks.” reggie rubs the back of his neck, “okay, i had to sparknotes afterwards. still.”

veronica considers reggie. between the boisterous jock who openly declares himself as “mantle the magnificent” in the middle of the student lounge, and this diffident young man in front of her who fumblingly tries to discuss english literature, veronica realizes that she didn’t really know reggie. veronica smiles, we can change that.

“yeah, okay.” reggie leans back on his chair. “laugh all you want, veronica.”

“ronnie.” veronica offers.

“alright,” reggie smiles tentatively. “ronnie.”

“so you were saying?” ronnie playfully demands. “the disillusions of aestheticism that has blinded dorian, lord henry, et al.”

“first of all,” reggie adjusts his seat. “this dorian guy seems like one of those guys who has a lot of dick pics on his camera roll—“

later on their drive home, ronnie learns that reggie has had adele’s 25 on his car radio for months now, and how he plays it as soon as she steps out of his car.

“jerk.” ronnie rolls her eyes. “i love adele. i had box seats at her madison square garden concert a few years ago.”

they laugh as they conclude that only losers dislike adele. and among other things: the importance of the fiji vs dasani debate, the acceptable amount of hashtags in a tweet (“3. 4 at most. 5 is just obnoxious.”), best instagram filter for selfies (“clarendon. what else are you gonna use—kelvin? fuck outta here.”), and really just the amount of things they didn’t know they both agree on.

“you’d be surprised, ronnie.” smirks reggie. she marvels at how easily he adapts to calling her by her nickname.

“really?” challenges ronnie, though she already agrees.

reggie also mentions how much he enjoys ap english as a subject, even though he knows he isn’t particularly good at it. a shame, he says, because he wants to be good enough to write for his father’s paper. he takes on a sober tone as he says this, which prompts veronica to offer bringing it up to betty and jughead who can allow him to be a contributor for the blue and gold. reggie gives a tentative “hm,” before changing the subject to the obviously more pressing matter of deciding which is the best track in e•mo•tion. (veronica picks boy problems, while reggie says i really like you. “you’re kidding, right? just how basic are you?” she teases, to which he smiles, “i’m serious.”) in the end, she decides not to press further; he can talk about it when he’s ready.

there’s plenty of time on their next night out. and the next. and the next.

it is thursday, 9:44 pm. reggie mantle’s car pulls over outside the pembrooke. smithers waiting by the lobby meant there can only be a short exchange between reggie and veronica before she needs to step inside. in that amount of time, reggie managed to make veronica laugh before they bid each other goodbye. it was a pleasant night.

upstairs in the dark of his study room, hiram lodge grins.

—end—

#veronica x reggie #reggieronnie #reggie x veronica #ronniereggie #whateverthefuck ship name #veggie #fic poop #i dont even knowowowoww listen i started writing this b4 ross left so like fuk

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roommateofmyimagination-blog · 7 years ago

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Chapter 10: So, We’re Even?

❤Valentine❤

AJ leaves after helping to calm me down a bit, "Now let's get you a drink and you can try to explain things a bit more," Karim places a hand on my back and leads me to the kitchen.

“Where does AJ have to go?” I ask sniffling.

“He was heading to the gym then he was going to do the grocery shopping,” He explained making me sit down at the table and he got the glass of water for me. He came over with it and set it down in front of me then proceeded to sit down as well.

“Well, when I went for a run Adrian was still sleeping, and normally when I get back from my run he’s still asleep. So, I do my stretches and yoga then go take a shower. But, when I got back to the apartment I realized that I didn’t set my phone where I normally do before I go for a run so I went on a hunt for it. When I went to the bedroom Adrian was standing there naked.”

“So, all of this was because you saw him completely naked?” Karim asks and then starts laughing.

“It’s not funny Karim,” I pout and puff out my cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” He wipes the tears form his eyes, “But, honestly, just because you didn’t notice something doesn’t make you a bad fashion designer, it just means that you’re learning more about him.”

“But Karim,” I take his hands, “He’s fucking hot and I don’t know what to do.” My forehead hits the table, “I’m not good all that good around hot guys. You know how I was at first with AJ, I could barely get a word out.”

“That is true…you were a bit of a hot mess when I first introduced you to him, “He chuckles and I hear two poofs then something press against my back.

"My poor kitten has a hard time around sexy men," Aero hugs me from behind pressing her chest into the back of my head.

“It was sure funny the first time he met AJ. He just got back home from working out and was still sweaty and all that, then I introduced the two of them. AJ was embarrassed by how he looked and all Val could do was squeak,” He giggled as he explained my embarrassing moment for when I was first introduced to AJ.

Both the girls started to giggle at the short backstory, “It’s not funny, and I was okay around Adrian. He wears baggy clothes and he’s always covered under his blanket at night,” I slap my hands against my burning cheeks. “But seeing him completely naked today, I-I don’t know if I can face him anymore. Not with knowing how beautifully fit he is.”

“Of course, you can love!” Aero says, “You obviously have to, you’re dorming with him.”

“That doesn’t help princess,” I pout.

“Buck up kitten,” Hadi comments patting my shoulder, “You know what you need?”

“What’s that?” I ask her.

“We’re going to go out on the town~” She stepped back and spun in a small circle. “I wanna see the little shops in town and go out to lunch with you two. It’ll be a big bonding experience for the four of us,” Hadi claps her hand. Aero gets off me and goes over to Hadi and they put their hands together.

“It also means I get to hang out with my best friend~” Aero added in with a cheerful smile on her face.

“But, I would have to go back to my dorm and change,” I comment.

“No, you don’t, you look just fine the way you are,” Aero waved her hand at me.

“It’s not like we haven’t seen people walk around in their pajamas to go to class. You walking around town in your workout clothes will be just fine,” Karim reassures me.

I sigh in defeat, “Fine,” The girl cheer in triumph. Karim goes and gets changed then the four of us head out into town. The girls have changed into full human forms. Wearing almost matching outfits that showed off their best attributes, but not so much that it revealed everything. No one could tell that they were magical in any way. Well, other than the fact that they were making a lot of people turn heads.

Aero choose to wear a pale pink spaghetti strap tank top that showed just the slightest bit of her stomach and a fair bit of her cleavage, with a small jacket over it, boot cut jeans and white and blue vans. As Hadi wore a white form-fitting t-shirt that did nothing for hiding her chest and hourglass shape. She also has on dark blue skinny jeans that show off her long legs and two-inch heel black boots. They drug us around from store to store. Karim and I end up breaking down and buying them a few things that they really wanted. I’m really happy that they were having such a good time.

“Let’s go get food next!” Hadi exclaims.

“Yes! I’m starving! Oh, Val my love, can we go to that Terracotta place you went to earlier this week? That food was good when you brought it home," Aero asks and I smile and nod. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a familiar brunet with long hair. I stop and look to see if I'm not imagining things and it is Adrian. But I feel my body tense up when I see him with a tall male that has short choppy black hair. He's wearing a University jacket so he probably goes here. I feel a sting in my chest as they walk in the opposite direction of us and I see a smile on Adrian's lips. "Kitten?" I snap out of it and bring my attention back. Karim, Hadi, and Aero are all looking at me.

“We can go there, I don’t mind.” I laugh a little.

“Are you okay?” Karim asks and I smile.

“I’m fine, I thought I saw something, but I was wrong,” I hold my arm out for Aero to take and then we head just a couple of buildings down to Terra Cotta. We all order something different and Karim and I split the bill. The girls got salads, I got a chicken caesar wrap and Karim got a tuna melt.

“It’s nice having a day off to just enjoy time together,” Karim comments happily before taking a bite out of his tuna melt.

“Is training what you were doing last year when you said you couldn’t hang out?” I ask before taking a large bite myself.

“Mhm,” He nods. He chews and swallows. “I’m a level two,” He answers.

“What’s a level two mean?” I ask tipping my head.

“I’ll explain that dear,” Hadi says, “When he says level two, he’s talking about his magic level. His bond is strong enough with me that I was able to give him a magic upgrade, increasing the amount of magic his body can hold along with heightening his abilities in and out of magic form, plus giving his magic form an upgrade and change as well.” I blink a few times trying to take it in.

“So, is that why I have such a hard time going against him?” I point out.

“Yes dear,” She smiles sweetly at me, “But it’s good practice for you, no?”

My eye twitches slightly, “Oh yes, because I love having my chest sliced like it’s bread,” I answer as sweetly as possible and a calm and quiet voice.

“I healed you as best as I could,” Karim protested, “Also, please remember who’s partner you’re talking to.”

“And I did take care of the rest my kitten,” Aero brushed her fingers against my cheek and pulled some hair away from my mouth.

“I know,” I pout.

“Don’t worry dear, you’ll make it to level two before you know it,” She smiles sweetly at me.

We all go about eating our lunch and then Aero and I walk Karim and Hadi back to the house before splitting off and going back up onto campus and all the way up the hill to the apartments. When we got up the three flights of stairs Aero changed back into a cat and we went into the apartment. It was dead silent. “Anybody home?” I call out, but I don’t hear a sound. My phone is right where AJ told me Adri was going to leave it. I pick it up and unlock my phone then text Karim and let him know that we made it back to the dorm safe. “I’m going to take a shower,” I tell Aero before going to the bedroom and grabbing a pair of short shorts and my new crop top that I bought this morning.

Heading into the bathroom I leave the door cracked open so the steam can escape the bathroom. Set my clean clothes down on the sink, strip and then get in the shower. The warm water felt nice and helped me relax. Taking a bit longer than usual, I finally finish washing up and get out of the shower. I reach for my towel when the bathroom door opens and Adrian is standing there holding the door. I’m frozen in my spot and can’t get my body to move. He looks me over a couple of times. He finally held a finger up to his mouth as his other hand has not left the doorknob. He just keeps opening and closing his mouth before he presses his lips together and furors his brows, “HMMMM,” he hummed. Adrian backed out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut leaving me along once again.

I slap my wet hands against my raging inferno of a face and look down at the floor. A light squeak that I can’t stop comes out of my throat. Oh God, he saw me naked. What do I do? Are we even? Did he know I was in the shower? No, no he couldn't have known, I didn't even hear him come in. Now's not the time to be mauling over this, I need to get out there and apologize for this morning. Grabbing my towel, I dry myself off and dry my hair the best I can then change into my new short shorts after putting on my boxer briefs and then my crop top. I run a brush through my hair quickly and leave my clothes and towel in the bathroom and walk out to the living room. Adrian is squatting on the floor next to the coffee table with the same pillow I was using this morning shoved in his face.

“U-um…” I speak up and he pulls the pillow away from his face and his red eyes lock with mine. I quickly look down at my feet and start fidgeting with my feet, “I-I want to apologize, f-for how I acted this morning. I shouldn’t have run out on your like that. A-and I’m sorry about what just happened, I know that I should have closed the bathroom door all the way, b-but I’m a little weird and don’t like when it gets all hot and steaming in the bathroom." It falls silent between the two of us until Aero comes pattering out of the bedroom and over to Adrian. She rubs against his leg purring to greet him and then sniffs his pocket and presses on it with her paw. A small squeak comes from it. A moment later Demmy pokes his head out of the pocket and starts squeaking at Aero as if he's scolding her for disturbing him. Without a care in the world, she is able to snatch him by the nap of his neck and carry him into the bedroom all the while Demmy is squeaking even louder.

I look back at Adrian who’s looking at me for an explanation. I walk over to him and squat down, I go to open my mouth but he cuts in first, “Let me draw you.” I feel my heart stop.

“W-what?” Just when I thought my face was finally cooling down too.

“I have to do figure drawing as a studio assignment. Be my model. Be only My model for whatever I need you for. It’s only fair, right? You’re using me for your design class,” He has a very logical explanation to it.

“U-um…s-sure, I-I mean, I don’t know why someone would really want to draw me, but it’s fair,” I agree my head spinning, “W-wait, so does this mean I can use you as a model for the small shows that the class will be having throughout the semester?” He nods, his expression on his face says that he doesn't want to do a runway, but he agrees to it anyways, “W-w-wait, is this going to be naked or clothed?”

Adrian smirked at me, “Give it a guess.”

I don’t know if my face can get any hotter. I take the pillow in his hands and shove it in his face so he can’t look at me, “F-fine, but if that’s the case I get to make an outfit for you that exposes a fair bit of you.”

He pulls the pillow away from his face and laughs, “Deal,” He pats my hot cheek and his cold hands feel really good, “You okay their cupcake? Do you need me to help you cool off or make you hotter, whichever one you prefer?”

I shake my head quickly, “Y-you were going to do something in the bathroom, right?” I quickly stood up, “Let me get my stuff out of there and it’s all yours.” I go to the bathroom and grab my pile and leave the room. Shuffling past Adri in the small hall I take my stuff into the room and toss it in my hamper.

“Oh fuck," I hear Adri say from the bathroom in a panicked voice and I run to the bathroom. I notice a large bruise on his back accompanied by lots of smaller bruises. I run to the kitchen and grab an ice back from the freezer and a hand towel then runs back into the bathroom and press it against the bruise on his back making him jump. "C-Cupcake, that shit is cold."

“It’ll help with the bruising, now quiet,” I answer. I’ll ask Aero to sleep with him tonight and heal some of these bruises. “What happened? How did you get this badly injured? If there someone I have to severely injure for doing this to you?”

“Cupcake,” Adri starts but I keep going.

“I swear, I’ll do it too. I might be small but I’m a fierce cupcake,” I jump feeling a cold hand on my thigh. I look down to see his hand gripping onto my thigh and then realize that again, he’s completely naked and I’m practically leaning against him as I keep the pack on his back.

“I’ll be fine, it’s just a bruise,” I look up to see him looking over his shoulder at me, “Could you leave so I can shower, unless you want to take another shower with me,” I can see his smirk in his eyes. I pull the ice pack away with myself but he still has a firm grip on my left leg.

“I-I’m good, thank you though,” I feel my face getting warm once again. Pulling my leg away from his grasp and quickly leave the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

I look over at the door and Demmy and Aero are both sitting at the door of the bedroom staring at me. I can see Aero mentally laughing at me and same goes for Demmy, “Stop laughing at me guys, it’s not funny,” I cover my face and quickly go out into the living room. Huffing I turn on the tv and flip it to Netflix. Putting on Ouran High School Host Club for background noise and then I grab my embroidery ring and a swatch of black cloth. Then I find my golden thread and white fabric chalk and go back out to the living room. After drawing my logo once again on the fabric I place it in the embroidery ring and get my thread ready. Thankfully this is the last part of my homework for my design class that I need to have done by Monday's class.

Adrian comes out from the bedroom in sweat pants and a tank top and flops on the couch next to me with a few papers and his laptop. The smell of his body wash fills my nose and makes my heart skip. He smells like spearmint.

“I like the smell of your body wash,” I mutter quietly as I focus on my embroidery.

"Thanks, cupcake," I jump a bit when he answers me. I didn’t think he could hear me. “Maybe we should find you one that smells like red velvet.”

“I don’t want to smell like a cake Adri,” I laugh lightly beginning my stitching.

“I don’t even think they make that kinda thing,” He chuckles. I listen to Ouran and work on my stitching as Adrian reads beside me. I finally make it around the curve of the V when I have to get more thread on my needle. I continue on like I never stopped and when the episode ended and I went to grab the remote off the coffee table I notice Adrian’s hand on my thigh. He’s making small circles with his fingertips. Looking back at him his nose is buried in his article and it doesn’t even seem like he’s paying attention.

“U-um…” I stutter my face heating up slightly. As nice and relaxing as it feels, this is a little embarrassing. I lightly place my hand on top of his and that seems to get his attention.

“Oh shit, sorry,” He quickly pulls his hand away from my leg and grabs a hold of his paper with both hands, “I didn’t mean to, I just tend to fidget when I’m focused on something.”

“N-no, no, it’s okay really,” I click the next button and the new episode starts playing. It feels slightly awkward between us until Aero hops up on the couch and lays down between us. I think Aero noticed his bruises that are on his arms and she presses a paw on one.

“Your paw hurts sweetie,” Adri comments looking down at Aero and then lightly petting her head and rubbing her ear.

“You’re sweet to her,” I smirk watching them as she purrs in his hand and jumps on his lap. Before she presses her paws in his chest and Adrian flinched.

“Not there either sweetie,” She took her paws off his chest and sat on his lap and tipped her head at him. She then looks at me and I smile sadly at her.

“He’s hurt,” I gently run my fingers over her back before sitting back up straight and continue working on my logo.

I hear her purring and glance over to see her laying on his lap and it looks like she’s napping, “Your cat is a fucking furnace,” Adri groaned.

“But it’s worth it, just let her nap on you. It means she trusts you,” I look back at the tv for a moment and then back to finishing my logo. When I finished, I set it on the coffee table and stood up.

“Take your cat, I need to work on my paper,” I chuckle a bit and pull her off his lap gently. I hold her in my arms and take her back towards the room with me.

“Were you trying to heal him?” I whisper.

“I was, it’ll be more effective tonight if I sleep with him if you don't mind," She answered.

“No, not at all. I was actually going to ask if you would be willing to do that,” I smile at her and set her down on the bed. Aero lifts her head up and looks around me. I turn around to see what she’s looking at and Demmy is peacefully sleeping on the pillow on Adri’s bed. She looks at me with a little gleam in her eyes. I sigh, “Go be a cat.” I wave and walk out of the room. Adri is leaning forward on the couch and typing away on his laptop.

“How long of a paper does it have to be?” I ask.

“Not long, just two pages and it just has to get onto the second page. Why? Wanna do somethin’ again?”

“Well, I was thinking that maybe we could get something to eat. Unless you want me to cook for you,” I answer.

“You gonna be naked while cooking?” He locks eyes with me and I feel my face heat up.

“D-Do you realize how dangerous that is to cook even without a shirt on?” I turn away from him and go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He starts laughing, “I’m only kidding you, cupcake, we can go out.”

“Awesome! Wanna go to the jet? Since Nana’s is closed on weekends?” I grab my water and bring it back to the living room with it.

“Or, we could go to Red Robins,” He’s typing like a speed demon and then stops and cracks his knuckles, “Okay, that’s done!”

“Did you save?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

He looks down at his laptop then at me then back down and hits control S, “Now I did.”

“Am I going to have to remind you to save your work?” I chuckle and take a drink, “Are you a germaphobe?”

“Pfft, do I fuckin’ look like one?” He held his hand out to me and I handed him my glass. He finished my glass of water.

“Okay, let’s get fuckin dressed and get goin’! A whiskey river burger is callin’ my name!” We hear a loud squeak come from the bedroom and both of us run to see what happened.

Aero has Demmy pinned under her paws and is cleaning him, while Demmy is very much so protesting under her as Aero just purrs away as she cleans him. “I thought they were fighting,” I sighed in relief.

“Why is she cleaning him?” Adri asks.

“Well, obviously, she thinks he’s dirty,” I answer and go over to my dresser and dig out a pair of skinny jeans.

“It’s hot outside, wear something else, your gonna make me fuckin’ sweat lookin at ya.” Adri comments on my choice of skinny jeans.

"But, I wore my cargo shorts yesterday and I don't want to wear them two days in a row," I dig through my drawer, "I mean I had these, but isn't that a bit much?" I hold out my jean short shorts. I really need to get more pairs of cargo shorts for the summer time. I also have a bit of a hard time wearing short shorts out in public. I don’t feel like I have the look to pull it off, but I love wearing them at home.

“Just wear those, you'll be fine, ya also have that new tank top, unless ya plan to keep wearing your new crop top," I blink a few times and chuckled, "What?"

"Are you sure you went into the right major?" I raise an eyebrow at him. He grabs a pair of cargo shorts himself and boxers then head out of the room.

“HE WASN’T WEARING BOXERS UNDER HIS SWEATPANTS???” I accidentally yell out loud and Adrian just starts cackling from the bathroom. I fumble getting dressed into my shorts and dig to grab some ankle socks.

“You wear underwear under sweats?” Adrian asked coming back into the room.

“Y-yes,” I answer embarrassed throwing my hair up in a messy bun and looking down, “I don’t think I can wear these out in public.”

“Why?” I turn around to look at him.

“It’s one thing showing my junk around the dorm, it’s another in public. I’m not all that comfortable with it.”

“But you wear skinny jeans,” He points out.

“That’s different. That’s at least a bulge,” I feel my face heat up.

“You’ve seen me naked, I’ve seen you naked. You know I don’t wear underwear under sweats, you were short shorts. She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers,” He answers with a little shimmy, “I think all is fine in the world if you strut them legs.” He walks over to me and smirks, “Besides if you want to see a fuckin bulge there are two options.”

“D-Do I want to know those options?” I ask leaning back a bit. He keeps getting closer and leaning forward as I’m practically at a ninety-degree angle.

“I don’t know, do you want to know?” His smirk was evil and I can see a teasing look gleaming in his eyes.

“U-Um… does one of the options include me?” I blink.

He snickers and stands back up, “I’ll leave you to your own thoughts on what the options are.”

“Y-You’re the worst,” I huff standing back up straight.

“I know~” He practically sang, “Now come on, we’re going to have to wait in a long ass fuckin line if we don’t get a move on.

“Okay, but I’m-” He cut me off.

“I’m driving, you drove this morning,” Adri said as I trotted out of the room.

I grab my wallet and get on my flats and follow Adrian out of the apartment locking the door behind me. We take Adri’s truck and he drives us to Red Robin. We get out of the car. I’m still not used to his driving. As we walk up to the doors there are three guys standing just off to the right of them.

“Oh no, if we have ta fuckin’ wait a long time then we’re just gonna go home. I don’t wanna deal with that shit,” Adrian groaned as we continued walking towards the door.

“This isn’t a good idea, I don’t know if she’s going to come,” A boy with black hair commented to the other two boys that are standing with him.

“No Gabe, you’re not backing out. I want you away from the computer screen and to get out more. Sitting around isn’t going to help either of us,” The blonde that looks like he dipped the ends of his hair in chocolate, with his hair pulled up in a ponytail comments to the black-haired kid.

“Yeah, that’s why we’ll be here as a secret double date for you!” The other blonde said throwing his arm the blonde with the ponytail.

“I told you, it’s not a date because we’re splitting the bill,” The blonde with the ponytail commented.

"What's the girl's name again?" The blonde with the hair pulled back in a bandana questioned as we opened the door, "Hey Adrian!" We stop and look at the group.

I look up at Adrian with a “You know him?” look, “Um, Kane, right?” Adrian nods holding the door above my head, “Sup dude?”

"Not much! Just waiting for Gabe's date! Who's the redhead with you?" The short blonde haired guy who's name seems to be Kane questioned.

I open my mouth to say something and Adrian plop his free hand on my head, "His name is cupcake, he’s my cupcake, don’t touch he’s very fragile.”

I can’t help but laugh, “My name’s Valentine, call me Val.”

“Kane, nice to meet ya,” He smiles.

“Yori,” The other blond answers.

“Gabe,” The one with black hair nods a bit.

“So, who exactly are you waiting for?” Adrian asks.

"I'm sorry I'm late," I turn and see a girl with long black hair and neon green streaks pulled up into twin pigtails run towards us. She's wearing a simple deep red shirt that hangs off her right shoulder and short shorts along with shin-high black boots.

“Joce,” Adri greets happily.

She comes to a stop and puts her hands on her knees, “I’m so sorry, I was having a hard time figuring out what I wanted to wear.”

"I-It's okay, really, it wasn't that long," Gabe said waving his hands out in front of him.

“And with that, it’s our time to scoot,” Kane comments and pushes Yori towards the door and around us to go inside.

“So, this is the date,” I look up to see Adri smirking at her and leaning more so against the door.

She stood up and glared at him and took a few steps towards us, “I swear if you’re the one that’s making me do this I’m going to rip your dick off.”

“Joce, Jocey, love of my life, I did not set you up on this. I was just watching,” I can hear the nervousness in his voice.

“So, you were set up to do this too?” Gabe speaks up making Joce turn back to him.

“Yeah, one of my friends did it,” She rubbed the arm, “If you don’t want to be on this date I can completely understand I made you wait.”

Gabe shook his head and the first smile I’ve seen was softly spreading on his lips, “No, you seem like an interesting girl, I would love to have dinner with you.”

Adri nudged me and I looked up at him he motioned to the door, so I put my hand back on it. He then walked over to Gabe and whispered something in his ear, pats his shoulder and comes back over to me, “Now come along cupcake, we have burgers and fries to eat,” He says pressing a hand on my back and making me turn around and head into the restaurant.

We actually were seated right away. We got here soon enough before the rush started. I notice Gabe and Joce have seated two booths away from us and Kane and Yori are sitting at a two-person table not too far away. “How do you know that Joce girl?” I tip my head to the side.

“What is someone jealous?” He snickers and leans an elbow on the table, “Are we nervous I’m going to be stolen?”

“N-No, I’m just genuinely curious how you know her and what you whispered to Gabe is all,” I feel my face heat up and I pull my menu more so over my face.

He laughs, “Don’t worry cupcake, I’m not interested in her at all. She’s a band mate of mine.” Why should I care if he's into girls or not? But he said that he's not interested in her so…No bad Val, he's your roommate and barely know him. Don't you dare start thinking stuff like that?

“I’m not worried,” I answer in the smallest voice as I continue to and figure out what I want.

"Hi, welcome to Red Robin, my names Marcus, can I start you off with something to drink tonight?" A very cheerful guy around our age came up to us. He has light brown hair that’s pulled back into a low ponytail and green eyes. He’s is wearing the standard red robin black t-shirt, black apron, and blue jeans, along with black sneakers. At least he seems to have a positive attitude.

“Can I have the poppin’ purple lemonade please?” I ask.

“Oh, that sounds really fuckin’ good, can I get one of those too?” Adrian said and our waiter Marcus nods.

“Not a problem, I’ll be right back with your drinks!” He wrote down our drinks and then left.

Another thing, that I saw him with today…who was that? I’ve never seen him around here before. He was beautiful, but why did seeing him with someone else sting a little?

“You okay there, cupcake?” I look up when he lightly kicks my shin.

"Tell me about you. What else are you into besides photography?" I asked changing the subject.

#New Chapter #roommateofmyimagination #OcStroy #Adrian Howell #Valentine Hicks #magical boys

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