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petersasteria · 4 years ago

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Renovate - Dad!Haz Osterfield

Pairing: Haz x Reader

Requested? Nah.

Haz Osterfield Masterlist || Ultimate Masterlist

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It was an accident. It really was. Harrison just wanted to forget about his ex girlfriend and he hasn't left his room in his shared house with Tom. Tom eventually had enough of it and convinced him to go out with him. Harrison didn't want to but he figured that if he agrees to go out tonight, Tom would piss off.

So, they went to their usual club and got wasted. Harrison wasn't really drunk, though. He could still walk in a straight line and he could still remember his address. At one point in the night, he went to the restroom. After doing his business, he received a text from Tom saying: "hey i wont go home 2nite i left with some1 :p"

"Un-fucking-believable." Harrison sighed. "Go out for drinks they said. It'll be fun they said."

Harrison begrudgingly went back to his seat not knowing that some girl was following him. "Hey handsome." the girl piped up. Harrison turned around and gave her a small smile.

"I'll cut to the chase- you're cute and I'm cute." the girl starts. "But from what I can see, you're going through a break up and so am I. I'm not ready to date anyone. I just want a quick fuck."

Harrison thought about it. She was right; he was indeed going through a break up and he also wasn't ready to date anyone. She just wanted a quick fuck and after thinking about it, maybe he could use a quick fuck too.

Both of them are kind of sober anyway and the bonus is that Tom wasn't home.

So that's how they found themselves in Harrison's bedroom. They were making out, kissing each other's necks, leaving hickeys and taking off each other's clothes and underwear. Harrison pushed her on his bed and crawled on top of her. Everything happened so quickly. He was thrusting in and out of her and her moans filled the empty house.

It felt like it went on forever. It felt so good.

Until it didn't feel good anymore.

It was just a one time thing, but the girl found out she was pregnant with Harrison's child two weeks later. She didn't have his number but she remembered where he was staying. So, she went there and told Harrison.

Harrison was shocked with the news. He accepted it, though. The girl told him that she didn't want it, but Harrison thought otherwise. They made an agreement: after the child is born, they'll cut all contact and Harrison will keep the baby.

Harrison agreed and nine months later, his son, Harley, was born. Upon agreement, after the girl was released from the hospital, they cut all contact.

Harrison's mum wasn't happy with the one night stand, but all of that washed away when her grandson was born. She loved him so much and he was now her favorite person in the whole world.

Harrison figured raising a child in a house filled with loud guys and alcohol wasn't so good. That's why he decided to buy a small house for him and his son. It was in the same neighborhood so if Tom wanted to visit, it would be near.

This is where you come along.

Harrison moved in right next to yours and you welcomed him with such joy. As soon as he got settled in, you baked him cookies and got him a house plant. Harrison was surprised, because he's never seen you before but he was happy to meet someone new.

Three months later, Harrison decided that he wanted to get a renovation for his house. "I don't want to stay with my mum, because it's too far. I don't want to stay with Tom either, because there's alcohol everywhere and they bring girls there sometimes." Harrison tells you with a sigh.

He's currently in your dining room, sitting on one of the chairs with Harley on his lap. You set two cups of tea for you and Harrison as you sit across from him. He mutters a small 'thank you' and you give him a smile, "You can stay with me! You can put Harley's crib in my office and we could share my room."

"Are you sure? We don't want to impose." Harrison says, really shy about the whole thing. You see, after getting to know you and being close to you, he's grown to like you as each day goes by. He loves the fact that you're so good with taking care of his son.

"Impose?!" you scoff. "Haz, you're not imposing. I invited you and it's a personal decision. Besides, it's getting lonely living alone."

Harrison smiles at you, "Thanks Y/N. You're a life saver." You just shrug and chuckle, "So, when will I help you get settled in?"

Later that day, you helped Harrison pack a few things that can last him a week or so. As soon as he gets settled in, he puts the crib in your office and puts their bags in your room.

"I-I can sleep on the couch." Harrison offers.

"Nonsense!" you shake your head. "We can share."

He has been staying at your place for five days now and it has been great. He has never had help with Harley before and you were glad to help him. In return, he cleans around your house when you're at work and he also prepares dinner. You were so grateful for him, mainly because you never had time to do those things. You also get up in the middle of the night whenever Harley cries, because you know Harrison wouldn't be able to.

It's so domestic.

You and Harrison decided to go to sleep early, because both of you had a tiring day and you had to be early at work tomorrow. As soon as your head hit the pillows, both of you are out like a light. However, as if on cue, Harley cries so loud and hard causing you and Harrison to wake up.

Harrison sighs tiredly and slowly sits up. You sit up too but you gently push Harrison back in a laying position.

"I'll go." you smile at him tiredly and go to your office where Harley's crib is. Harrison watches you walk away and he knew from that simple gesture, he has completely fallen in love with you.

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I liked this one sksks sorry if you think it's shit x

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rosesupposes · 5 years ago

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Ivy League

In which Race goes to dinner with Spot, his professor, and his asshole classmate and Spot ends up defending Race’s honor.

This is v v v self indulgent and probably doesn’t make much sense. Just know that Kelly Smaltzer is modern girlsie Smalls who just hasn’t gotten her nickname yet.

Read on AO3.

“Thanks so much for your help, Race. I was sure I was gonna fail this test.”

“No problem, Davey,” Race said, packing the empty containers from his lunch into his bag. Spot was on a meal prep kick and Race hadn’t been able to escape it. “After my midterm this morning, it actually reminded me that physics isn’t crazy.”

“Your Planetary Relations class right?” Davey started packing up his bag.

“Yeah and then my Dance Comp one later. But Albert and I are having rehearsals beforehand and then we’ve got another rehearsal for a showcase.”

Davey looked confused, as he gathered up the trash from his lunch, along with the trash Jack and Crutchie had left when Race and Davey had started reviewing for Davey’s Physics I test. “I thought you and Spot had that dinner with his professor tonight?”

Race groaned and held up the garment bag he’d had to bring along with his backpack and dance bag. ��We do. I’ve been lugging my pants and shirt around all day. I have to wear a tie, Davey. A tie.”

Davey rolled his eyes. “You’ll survive. Spot must really want to impress his professor if he’s risking making you wear a tie.”

“I resent that but it’s not untrue. And he does. She takes an intern every summer from her first year classes and he thinks it’s a really good sign that she invited him to this dinner. But she also invited that asshole classmate that Spot’s always complaining about. He’s bringing his girlfriend.” Race wrinkled his nose.

“Oh, I see. That’s why your wearing the tie,” Davey said with the know it all tone that Race knew meant he was teasing.

“What?”

“You’re trying to out trophy wife the girlfriend.”

“Shut up and go take your physics test,” Race said, pushing Davey’s arm and then walking away from him. His phone chirped with a text from Davey not 30 seconds later.

I’m adding 3 points to your pettiness score. You’re in the lead now.

His Dance Comp midterm went well, even if it ran over. He blamed Albert for drawing the last performance slot because he could have left early otherwise. His whole body ached, protesting the Pilates class from hell that he’d had before lunch and the three hours of rehearsal he’d had after. Going home and vegging out on the couch sounded infinitely better than going to Spot’s dinner. The food would be good, sure, and Spot’s professor was paying but he’d learned early on in Spot’s law school career that when people at law events found out he wasn’t also in law school, they tended to lose interest pretty quickly. He was usually relegated to the role of trophy boyfriend- which he could do and do well but it was kind of hard when he was this exhausted and coming right from a day of midterms.

He tied his tie while he waited for his Uber and attempted to fix his hair using Snapchat as a mirror. Spot had mentioned that his asshole classmate’s girlfriend was apparently model pretty and Davey was right; Race was nothing if not petty. He was definitely going to be the better trophy wife tonight, even if he was exhausted and coming from four hours of dancing.

As soon as Race was in his Uber and had an ETA he trusted, he texted Spot.

mdtrm ran ovr b there 5 min l8 blame al

Okay

ur gonna wow her n then well get wine drunk w javid 2nite 2 celbr8

After texting Jack and Davey to make sure they could get wine drunk when Race and Spot got home, Race was happy to find his AirPods shoved into his wallet and he put them in so he could start reviewing the choreography for his upcoming Repertory midterm in his head. He got another text from Spot when he was about five minutes from the restaurant.

They're seating us now. Just ask for Taylor Caine.

k eta 4 min ur gonna kill it luv u

Race went right to the hostess when he entered the restaurant. She probably had a fancier title than hostess at a place like this but Race definitely didn't know the word, even if it was probably Italian. "Hi, I think my party's already been seated. I'm with Taylor Caine?"

The hostess gave him a once over, eyes catching on his poorly tied tie. "Of course, follow me, sir." She led Race through the main dining area and to another, smaller area where Race immediately picked out Spot and his group. He waved, hoping to catch Spot's eye and sure enough Spot saw him, his face brightening in a way that most people didn't recognize.

"Speak of the devil," he said, grinning as Race took the empty seat between Spot and who he assumed was asshole classmate's girlfriend. "This is my boyfriend, Antonio Higgins."

"Call me Tony, please," Race said, as if he ever used that name. "I'm so sorry I'm late, my dance midterm ran over."

The woman on the other side of Spot set her menu down and pushed her reading glasses on top of her head, offering her hand to Race, who took it. "No worries at all, we've only just ordered our drinks. I'm Taylor Caine."

"Oh the famous Professor Caine," Race crowed. "It's so great to meet you after all of Sean's stories."

"Only good ones I hope?"

"The best," Race agreed, grinning at Spot, who was getting the look he did when he was almost about to blush. Race decided to back off a little instead of laying it on so thick. "He loves your classes."

"Oh don't flatter her," the woman next to her said. The way she put her hand on Taylor's shoulder spoke of years of easy familiarity and it made Race smile to think of having that with someone- with Spot- one day. "I'll never hear the end of it. I'm Dalia."

Race shook her hand and then turned to the man at her side- presumably Spot's classmate. Race offered his hand. The man took it, but not before staring at it disdainfully. He eventually deigned to introduce himself to Race, but not before Race reintroduced himself first. “Antonio Higgins.”

"Joseph Huntington III. This is my fiancée, Kelly Smaltzer."

"Great to meet you." Race was sitting next to Kelly so he turned to her as well and offered his hand, which she shook. "That dress is absolutely beautiful. Vera Wang?"

Kelly's face lit up. She was very pretty and Race felt a little bitter. "Thank you, yes. How did you know?"

While the others discussed whatever it was lawyers discussed, Race told her about Jack’s internship at the fashion magazine and how they would obsess over spreads together for hours and they fell into an easy conversation about fashion magazines. Kelly, it turned out, was writing for the website of a competing fashion magazine but she quietly admitted to Race that she was hoping to break away from fluff pieces soon and then move to a magazine more like the one Jack worked at- one that was focused on fashion but strived for inclusivity and female empowerment. She had some interesting ideas and Race was slowly starting to like her. She and Jack would be a force to be reckoned with if put in the same room together. If they were relegated to conversation as trophy wives for the night, he didn’t think he would mind it.

Eventually the waiter appeared with drinks. Spot leaned into Race's space to tell him, "I ordered you a seltzer, babe."

Race kissed Spot on the cheek, taking his glass from the waiter. "Perfect, thanks."

As the waiter took their orders, Race suddenly realized he hadn’t looked over the menu at all- a dangerous choice, since he could be pretty picky with his Italian food. He began reading over but he only got through two appetizers before Spot interrupted him, quietly pointing out two of the menu items. “There’s lasagna you’ll like and a pasta primavera, if you want something lighter.”

“You know me too well,” he said with a wink and Spot rolled his eyes. He thought he heard Joseph scoff but he ignored it.

Once they'd settled back into conversation after ordering, Race found himself the center of attention. "So, Tony," Taylor said as she put away her reading glasses. "Sean tells me you're also at Columbia?"

Race nodded. "I am. I'm still an undergrad though- only a junior. Sean's too smart for me; he graduated high school and undergrad early."

"Don't sell yourself short. You’re-" Spot started but was interrupted by Joseph.

"You're a dance major then?"

"Yes," Race said, taking a sip of his seltzer, "a dance major and-"

“And what do you plan to do with that?”

“Well, I’m not quite sure yet but I also-”

"At Yale, dance is folded into the Theater Studies major. It’s not a very popular major. Most students at Yale choose a more… useful path for undergrad. I majored in political science. Joseph continued, a not so subtle attempt at shifting the focus of conversation to himself..

"Oh, how interesting," Dalia said, sounding perfectly interested though Race didn’t miss the little annoyed look that crossed her face.

Joseph launched into what was probably meant to sound like a description of undergraduate life in New Haven but was actually just a thinly veiled list of his accomplishments. Race nodded politely at all the right points in Joseph’s resume but caught Spot tensing his body out of the corner of his eye. Hoping to head off Spot’s seething, Race grabbed his hand under the table and squeezed it once, shaking his head a little. He waited for Spot to nod back to him before turning to Kelly. God, Spot could be such a drama queen. And, coming from Race, who was now leading on the pettiness scoreboard in their apartment, that was saying a lot.

Race turned back to Kelly, hoping to hear more of her ideas for future articles. She seemed excited just to have the chance to talk about them and after listening to both Katherine and Sarah rant for hours on end, Race felt like he knew how to actually engage in the conversation as an ally without being a total jerk.

By the time their food came, it was clear to Race that Spot’s assessment of Joseph as a Grade A Asshole was correct. He attempted to make every conversation about him and his opinions. He kept making digs at Spot’s less than ideal childhood and cutting off his own fiancée to speak for her. He was sitting next to Dalia but spent the whole time clearly trying to impress Taylor. In his effort to engage with Taylor, he ended up essentially ignoring Dalia, Kelly, and Race, and only engaging with Spot because he had to. No one seemed overly impressed with his accomplishments or his attitude which helped restore Race’s faith in humanity a little but it did not make for a fun dinner table.

Race could tell Spot was getting closer and closer to going off. His jaw was tight and he kept clenching and unclenching his fists under the table. It was one of the things Race loved most about Spot- his righteous outrage in the face of someone treating others like shit- but now was not the time for an outburst. He kept one hand just above Spot’s knee, even while talking to Kelly, slowly rubbing circles right above his knee cap.

Taylor and Dalia were wonderful, trying to keep everyone involved in the conversation. It was when they asked Kelly about herself that Race really started to get annoyed with Joseph. He kept talking over her, even when she was asked a direct question, ascribing opinions to her that Race could tell from her face she didn’t really hold. He told their engagement story with a focus on how amazing his plan had been while barely mentioning Kelly. When he excused himself to use the bathroom shortly after that, Race made it a point to ask Kelly again about the articles she wanted to write for her magazine. Taylor and Dalia both listened intently to her ideas of what fashion magazines could- and should- be.

“Sorry,” she said after a few minutes, putting her hands back in her lap and blushing a little. “I just get really excited about this kind of stuff.”

“No, no,” Taylor said. “Don’t apologize, you have a lot of really intelligent ideas and you’re very good at expressing them.”

Kelly beamed. “Thank you. I don’t have much chance to talk about them, even at work.”

Dalia hummed thoughtfully and nodded. “I remember seeing some profiles on your magazine recently. I thought they mentioned how progressive it was.”

“In some ways, it is,” Kelly said thoughtfully. “But in a lot of ways it’s white feminism and it’s lip service. There are a few articles on intersectionality in relation to feminism that I was sure I would get to write if I pitched them but I’ve been shut down again and again. They only want the type of feminism that’s palatable to their investors and they refuse to push for anything more. And we need to push for more. Intersectionality is the most important part of feminism and if I can somehow provide visibility to trans women or women of color-”

“This again, honey?” Joseph said, grinning as he sat down. “Sorry about that. She gets overexcited sometimes.”

Kelly looked visibly upset but also a little like she was used to it. “I’m not overexcited, Joey. This is important.”

“I don’t know why you care so much. It doesn’t affect you.”

“It does and even if it didn’t, then it’s even more important for me to care.”

Race could see a real argument brewing and, while he wouldn’t mind Joseph making himself out to be even more of an asshole, Kelly didn’t deserve to be put down in the middle of a restaurant, by her fiancee, when she was right. Without even thinking about it, Race took a sip of his almost finished seltzer and then set down his glass towards the edge of the table, tipping it into his own lap. “Oh my god, I’m such a klutz.” He stood, giving Spot a significant look and hoping his boyfriend picked up his cue to change the subject. “Excuse me, I’ll just go clean myself up.”

Race pulled a waitress aside as he headed to the bathroom, telling her about the spill. He cleaned himself up quickly. Thankfully, the air dryer helped with his wet pants. By the time he returned to the table, everyone seemed calm, though Kelly was decidedly not looking at Joseph. Dalia was speaking when Race sat down again. “I can’t say much obviously but it’s very exciting to represent them, even just in the patent filings. I mean, I have a degree in physics so it’s fun to go back to my roots with all the intermediary work before their next spacecraft is ready. Oh, Tony, is everything all right?”

“All set,” he said, taking his seat. “Just a little seltzer. Sorry, did you say you were working on patents for a spacecraft? Is it the Kord Industries one?”

Dalia’s eyes brightened. “Yes, actually, do you know it?”

“I do,” Race said at the same time that Joseph snorted. Race ignored it but could feel Spot seething next to him and reflexively reached a hand down to grab his knee. Spot was not going to blow his shot at this internship over whatever he thought was Race’s honor; not if Race could help it.

“And how do you feel about them? Most people who know enough to recognize them from such a brief description have strong opinions.”

“Oh, he does,” Spot said, a lot calmer than Race would expect.

Race laughed. “I guess that’s fair. I-“

“What would a dance major know about spacecraft?” Joseph had said it quietly to Kelly, who did not look pleased with him. The comment was clearly meant just for her but he hadn’t said it quietly enough because the whole table had heard him loud and clear.

“Joseph,” Kelly said, sounding scandalized. “Stop it.”

“It’s okay, Kelly,” Race said, forcing a smile onto his face, even though he was kind of exhausted from dealing with Joseph tonight.

“No, it’s not okay,” Spot interjected, standing in his seat and leaning over the table a little. “Antonio is double majoring in Dance and Astrophysics, which you would know if you hadn’t been interrupting him all night. He is the smartest and most passionate man I know. He has more talent in his pinky finger than you have in your entire body and will graduate with two very difficult degrees with no class overlap from an Ivy League school in 4 years. He’s already co-authored 2 papers as an undergrad and presented at 4 major conferences this year alone. And what have you done? Relied on daddy’s name for a degree and law school entry?”

“Spot,” Race hissed under his breath, tugging on Spot’s wrist. Both Joseph and Kelly were frozen on the other side of the table. “Sit down.”

“No, Racer. He’s been rude to everyone all night and he doesn’t get to insult your intelligence because one of your majors is dance and he couldn’t bother to listen to you and find out the other.”

Joseph seemed to have collected himself enough to lift an eyebrow, looking amused. “And you got in based on what? The scholarship for poor orphaned kids from Queens?”

“I’m from Brooklyn, asshole” Spot hissed and Race almost laughed. Leave it to Spot to bring up Brooklyn rather than his LSAT score of 179.

“I’m sorry but that is completely inappropriate language for a restaurant like this,” Joseph said still sounding amused. He looked to Dalia and Taylor, apparently aiming for conspiratorial. “I guess a place at Columbia is no guarantee for good breeding.” He turned back to Spot and Race, arms crossed as if he had won. “You should go now.”

“Actually, I think you should go, Joseph.” All eyes turned to Taylor who did not look happy at all. “Sean is right. You’ve been very rude tonight and I can’t say I blame him for lashing out. Kelly, darling, you’re welcome to stay. I’d love to hear more about your article ideas.”

Joseph’s absolutely shocked face would forever be one of Race’s favorite memories. He seemed frozen in his shock but Kelly jumped to action, standing and pulling Joseph up with her. “Thank you so much, Taylor, Dalia, but we’ll both be going. Sean, it was lovely to meet you. Tony, I’ll send you that article I was telling you about. Thank you all so much again. Have a lovely night.”

Kelly grabbed her coat and purse and pulled a shell shocked Joseph out behind her, without another word from him. Spot relaxed a little as he sat back down but Race saw the exact moment that he realized what had just happened.

“Professor, I am so sorry, that was completely inappropriate. We should go too-”

“Please don’t,” Taylor said. “You and Tony have been a delight tonight unlike Joseph. This is exactly why I do these dinners. You never know how a student behaves outside of class unless you meet them outside of class.”

“Yes, please stay,” Dalia said. “I’d like to hear Tony’s opinions on the Kord Industries spacecraft. The younger generation tends to have the most innovative thoughts on these things, in my experience. But first you’ll have to tell us where the nicknames Spot and Racer come from.”

Spot and Race grinned at each other.

“Well, you see,” Spot started, turning back to the older women. “My brother likes to think he’s very good at giving people nicknames.”

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bnhabadass · 5 years ago

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Standing on the Edge of the World: A Bakugo Fan Fiction - part 1

(A/n): I hope you guys enjoy part 1 of this multi-chapter fanfic

Pairing: Bakugo x reader Warnings: Swearing, angst, usage of drugs and alcohol

“Eviction notice!?” Your friends were crowding around you as you clutched the envelope with sweaty palms. You were backed up against the arm of the sofa, cowering in fetal position.

“How is that even possible?” Iida asked. He and Midoriya came home later that day. You waited until everyone was back to break the news. You were being kicked out of the housing the school provided. You had a rough idea as to why. The letter you received stated it was due to financial corruption.

“I think it’s because of my grandfather,” you said with a cautious tone in your voice. “He’s on the board of trustees in the school and he’s the only reason I’m enrolled here to begin with.” Your friends knew that already, but what came next was a surprise to them. “A couple days ago he had a pretty nasty fall and he’s in the hospital right now. The doctors said he’d be alright, but I guess because of that my room and board payments are frozen for the time being.”

“(Y/n) why didn’t you tell us?” Uraraka sat next to you and placed a comforting hand on your knee.

“I’ve been going to the hospital to visit him and he’s doing better. I didn’t want to worry you guys.” You played with the corner of the envelope, sticking it under your finger nail and pulling it away to reveal some of the dirt that was trapped underneath.

“You don’t have to worry about that!” Midoriya threw his arms over you, giving you a tight hug. “We’ll always be here for you when you need it. You know that, right?”

You nodded and gave a half-hearted smile. There was too much on your mind right now. You couldn’t even think about the pile of homework weighing down on you. “Thank you,” you said.

“If it’s financial trouble I’m sure my family wouldn’t mind helping you out until your grandfather’s assets are no longer frozen.” Iida smiled at his own idea.

You shouldn’t have been surprised. His family was rich after all. “That’s alright, Iida. Thank you, but I don’t want to put that much trouble on your family.”

“Please, (Y/n) it’s no trouble at all.”

Leave it to your friends to make you feel shitty about your own financial instability. You know they mean well, but it’s hard not to feel inadequate when half the time you hear Iida, Momo, and Mina talking about their families’ vacations to the Bahamas or their massive trust funds that you couldn’t even dream of. “I’m visiting my grandfather later today to work this all out. Please, guys. Don’t worry about me.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Uraraka squeezed your hand.

“It’s alright. It’s probably best if I go alone.” You squeezed her hand back lazily. You were so tired, but you had to deal with this now. It was Friday night. You could sleep in Saturday morning.

“If you need us to bring anything over just let us know.”

You nodded at Iida. Midoriya was still hugging you. When he finally let go he smiled down at you. “Just give us a quick call and we’ll be over in a jiffy.”

You smiled at your friends. They were too kind for this world. You really didn’t deserve them. “I should probably get going,” you said. You broke free from the couch’s warm embrace and grabbed your coat off of the peg rack.

Your friends watched as you wrapped your scarf around your neck and slung your backpack over your shoulder. “I’ll text you guys when I’m done.” You smiled at them and went out the door.

“Text us if you need anything,” you heard Uraraka call as you closed the door. She really was too good for you. They all were.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you made your way down the stairs. You visited your grandfather the second you got the call from the hospital. A fractured wrist. It’s wan’t too bad, but they wanted to keep him a few days for observation because of his age. You were worried, that much was obvious. And you were confident that he would pull through this time, but what if he falls again. He’s a stubborn man. Forty years on the board of trustees and the man refused to retire. There would undoubtedly be another fall from the infamous Gran Torino, as his colleagues like to call him. What would you do then?

“Hey watch it!” You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realize you had bumped into someone. You looked up and saw it was the blonde guy from earlier. The guy who shoved that wretched eviction notice in your hands earlier that day. “Do you ever watch where you’re going?”

“Look dude.” You were not about this shit right now. “I’m having a pretty shitty day so leave me the fuck alone.” You turned around and went out the door. If that bastard had anything else to say you didn’t hear it. You looked around outside before letting out a soft “shit” as you remembered how far away you needed to park.

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“It was their fault, I tell you. They did it on purpose, having me lying helplessly in this hospital room like I’m dying. I ain’t dying any time soon!”

You nodded lazily, head resting in the palm of your hand as you listened to your grandfather go on about how him ending up in the hospital was just a ploy. “I’m sure that you ending up here was not their fault, grandpa,” you said for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. “You just have to face the fact that you’re getting older and accidents like this are likely to happen a lot more now.”

“Ugh you sound just like your mother.” Your grandfather rolled his eyes and looked back at you. “So tell me, why are you here now instead of studying for the upcoming finals?”

Oh Gran Torino, always overtly prepared. Finals weren’t for another month. “I have a big problem,” you said. Better out with it now. “Because you’re in the hospital they’ve frozen your assets. You’re not technically paying for my room and board, and now I’m being evicted from the apartments.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t heard anything about this.” He looked surprised at the envelope you held in front of him. His eyes widened at the bright red letters stating 'Eviction Notice’.

“I got this in the mail today. It says I’m being evicted because of financial corruption.” You played with the hem of your sweatshirt and swiped away the few strands of hair in your face that clouded your vision.

“It was Hakamata! That bastard has always hated me. He’s the reason I’m in here now and the reason why you’re being kicked outta your apartment.”

You buried your face in your hands and let out a muffled cry. “Why can’t you take this seriously?” You asked. “I’m being kicked out of my apartment in a week and I don’t know where I’m going to stay or what I’m going to do.”

Your grandfather frowned. He could tell that this was really weighing on you. “Get some sleep,” he said. “We’ll figure this one out tomorrow. But go to sleep. You look exhausted.”

He wasn’t wrong. You checked the time on your phone and saw how late it actually was. “Okay.” You stood up and threw on your coat, not bothering to tie your scarf into a knot. “I’ll be back tomorrow. I’ll bring you some taiyaki.”

He laughed and laid down in the hospital bed. “I’m holding you to that,” he said as you made your way out the door.

“Love you,” you said while smirking. You could hear the muffled little recognition that your grandfather gave to what you just said. He never was one for a lot of emotion, but that never really bothered you. You left the hospital only to be hit with the slap of cold air outside. It wasn’t ideal weather to be walking in that’s for sure. You walked through the windy parking lot before making it to the safety of your car. The wind had messed up your hair but that was the least of your worries at the moment. You were about to start your car when you heard a ding coming from your phone signifying a text. You smiled as you saw Mina’s name, followed by a slew of pink emojis, pop up on your lock screen.

Party at my place 2nite. No need to pay. Just bring that cute lil booty of yours over here!

A party. You were so tired, but at the same time you really could use a beer to help forget about everything that’s happened that day. You turned your keys in the ignition and made your way to the nearest gas station for a coffee.

—

“There’s my girl!” Mina embraced you in a wide armed hug. The pop punk playing from the speakers was insanely loud. You could hear it walking up the stairs to her front door. “It’s been so long!”

“It really has been,” you laughed.

Your friends all made their rounds giving you hugs and complimenting your outfit. Before you went upstairs to the suite you went back to your apartment and changed into a dark red sweatshirt with the U.A. University logo on it and black skinny jeans. It was a very casual outfit, but one you could lounge back in.

“What have you been up to?” Momo asked.

“Well I–"

“You’re going to the concert with us next Thursday right?” Jiro interrupted.

“Yeah of course, I–"

“What did you get on your quiz last Friday? I thought it was kind of hard but then again I didn’t do the reading.” You didn’t mind that your friends kept interrupting you. It just meant that they miss you is all. You thought of telling them about what came in the mail and how you were being evicted, but you supposed there would be another time and place for that. You came here to party after all.

“Alright, babe,” Mina said. “What will you be drinking tonight?”

“I could use a beer,” you said. “Unless that punch bowl is mostly vodka. Hey do you just have any vodka?” Your friends laughed; you always were the funny one in your little friend group.

Momo cleared her throat. “I think I know what you need.” She moved swiftly to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bottle with a clear liquid in it. Next she pulled out five shot glasses. “We usually charge everyone a dollar for shots since the booze can get pricey, but you’re our little exception.”

In any other circumstance you would have groaned at the mention of money, but in a weird way you almost felt like royalty getting free liquor. You watched as Momo poured each shot delicately, not spilling a drop on the counter the five of you were situated at. You grabbed the shot glass and tipped it back along with your other friends. The five of you let out a howl, almost as if you were a pack of wolves. You looked over at the creak of light coming from the front door as it had opened. Your (e/c) eyes met crimson as you were suddenly staring at the blonde boy from earlier that day. You had never met the boy up until now and all of a sudden it was as if he was everywhere.

“Hey Kiri! Hey Bakugo!” You heard Mina yell.

The blonde stopped glaring at you and turned to your best friend. “Sup raccoon eyes,” he said. What a dick!

“Ugh how can you stand that guy?” You asked, popping open the beer that Toru handed you.

“Who, Bakugo?” Mina laughed. “Why, have you met him?"

“Yeah he was a total dick to me earlier today,” you said, taking a sip from the beer.

“Oh that’s just how he is. He can be a little rough around the edges but he’s actually a real sweetheart once you get to know him. He’s a good guy, just don’t tell him I told you that.” She giggled before taking a swig of her own beer.

“Huh.” Your eyes wandered to your sneakers and then back up to Mina, but she was already talking to someone else. You looked around to find anyone else you might know. Midoriya and Uraraka were around here somewhere, and Iida was also at the party earlier, but he left after seeing a few minors because he didn’t want to be associated with underage drinking.

Midoriya was over in the corner of the living room talking with Todoroki and some other guy with purple hair. You’ve seen him around campus before.

You averted your gaze to Uraraka who was hanging out with Tsuyu and Tokoyami, two people you aren’t very close with. You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the familiar voice of Toru screaming your name. “Huh?” Some eyes were now on you and you felt your face grow hot from all the attention.

“Come over here!” She gestured for you to join the rather large group of people on the floor. “Come smoke with us.”

You smiled and sat down between Toru and one of her friends. The guy waved at you.

“I’m Kaminari,” he said.

“(Y/n).” You aren’t really a big smoker. You prefer a good drink, but when you’re offered a hit on the bong there’s a better chance you’ll say yes than no.

The guy packing the bowl looked up at you, a look of realization coming across his face. “You’re in my behavioral psyche class,” he said. “I copied off of your exam during midterms."

“I’m sorry?” You asked. You didn’t really care about the fact that he cheated, just that he trusted some girl he’d never met to have the right answers.

“Here.” He stopped packing the bowl and fiddled with whatever contents were in the brown leather bag at his side. He pulled something out and tossed it at you. “A thank you gift. I’m Sero, by the way.”

You looked at what he tossed you to see a small plastic baggy with about a gram of weed inside. “Thank you, Sero,” you said, a little weirded out by the drug lord in front of you.

“Don’t mention it.” He went back to packing the bowl. “Alright. Who wants the first hit?”

Those around you were eager to get their lips on the glass pipe, but you held back, waiting for it to come to you. When it finally did come to you there wasn’t much left. Really just enough for you and Toru to each have a hit. You thanked Kaminari as you took the lighter and pipe from him and put the flame up to the bowl. You sucked in for four seconds and held held it for another three before letting the smoke escape your nose. You handed the pipe and lighter off to your friend.

“That was beautiful,” Sero said.

Kaminari nodded slowly in agreement and you couldn’t help but laugh. You really were surrounded by stoners. It was a vibe you weren’t used to, but you kind of liked it.

“Do you want another hit?” You shook you head at the question, not even knowing who asked it. You were already starting to feel a little buzz.

Sero’s weed was really strong. It hadn’t even been a minute and you were already smiling like an idiot and laughing at the smallest things. “Hey Bakugo,” you heard Sero call over. You mentally groaned as you watched the angry blonde making his way towards the little cohort you were now a part of.

“What?” He asked. You noted the IPA in his hand and began longing for your own drink, which you had set down somewhere in the suite. You looked around for it but gave up after a few seconds.

“Wanna hit?” Sero asked, holding up the pipe.

“God damnit,” Bakugo said. “You’re gonna kill your lungs with how often you smoke.” You had a dumb open-mouth look on your face as you listened in on their conversation shifting your head to look at each of them as they spoke in a way too obvious manner.

“Relax, man.” Sero was a smiling mess. Then again, you can’t remember ever seeing him not like this in class. “It comes from nature so it can’t be bad for you.”

“Do you know what else comes from nature? Syphilis.”

You lost it. That was too funny. You were literally rolling on the floor laughing.

“The hell?”

You couldn’t stop the loud bouts of laughter escaping your mouth.

“See this is what happens when you smoke too much.” Bakugo widely gestured to you, spilling part of his beer in the process. “You turn into fucking laughter McGee over here.”

“Heh, I like this one,” Sero said. “She’s cute and because of her I ended up getting a C minus last block.”

“Wow a C minus,” Bakugo said, rolling his eyes. “You really caught yourself a winner here.”

You knew he was insulting you but you still couldn’t help but laugh. You spent the rest of the night drinking, dancing, and drinking some more. You weren’t sure what time it was when you started feeling ill. Momo told you to sit down, which you were about to do, when you felt your body collapse on the floor. You were out cold, and in the distance that was the blackness of your mind you could hear faint whispers and screams of people, your friends, not knowing what to do.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #angst #college au

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chac-ozai · 5 years ago

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WYD 2nite (Dadsona/Robert Small) drawn and written for @maxamillionbillion who liked the idea of Robert showing up to your house in his pajamas looking to chill.

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He always does like to show up unannounced. Who the hell am I to turn him away? Man, it's late though, I check the clock and it's past midnight, and for someone who's getting as much grays as I am, that's just as good as being morning already...and that's juuuust when Robert gets going.

The house is empty, ever since Amanda left. When I get to the door, shuffling like the old man I'm becoming, it's already open. Robert's standing there in his pajamas, perched against the doorframe holding what I hope is my last copy Fortean Times he “borrowed” last week.

“Did you just pick my lock?” I ask- I wouldn't hold it over Robert honestly if he knew how. “-Or am I just being an idiot and leaving it unlocked again?”

“What, I never told you about the time I broke myself out of the pen in Gibraltar? 1978? Eh? Doesn't ring a bell?” Rob invites himself in, my eyes trail his pajama-clad legs and notice that the bottoms of his bare feet are green from a freshly mowed lawn.

“If you did, you're gonna have to tell me again.”

“Psh, It's old news. I'm lying by the way, you left your door open.” Robert had a package of lite-sodium popcorn in his tattooed hand, he stretches and rubs his graying hair vigorously as he throws the package onto my kitchen table as if he owned the place. “-And I thought I was the one losing my memory.”

“...Would you have broken the lock if I didn't answer the door?” I throw myself on the couch with plenty of room on the other side where Robert had recently been making “his spot”, it was right where Amanda used to sit when we would marathon Baked, Naked, and Caked on Netflix.

“Nah, wouldn't need to. Your windows are unlocked, too.” Robert presented this fact by easily swinging open my kitchen window, a smarmy little grin on his face.

“Well then, I guess the place is yours.” I have to admit it, “Where's Betsy?”

“Taking a dump on your lawn.” Robert reaches into my fridge and invites himself to my precious seltzer, I peek behind me out the still-open door and lo and behold there she was, beady little terrier eyes catching the light from my perfect, perfect lawn.

“Ah shit. I ain't going out there for that. Come on Bobby, if you're going to raid my fridge at least close the front door.”

“Ooooh~” Robert flailed his hands beside his head, mimicking a fussy Brooklyn mother “Yer gunna let the spiduhs in, Bobby.” After Betsy comes scrambling in, he kicks the door closed and leaves a tiny green smudge on the wood. Whatever, he's cute and he gets away with more shit than I should let him get away with.

“You'se the one who doesn't like spiduhs.” I mimic him, man that accent cracks me up. “So what's the occasion tonight? Anything worth keeping me up until 5 am this time?”

“Come on, every occasion is worth that amount of your time. Look,” He procured a USB stick from his pajama pocket- “I pirated the latest season of Forensic Files.”

“Oh great, this will definitely get me locking my doors and windows.” I stretch and watch as Robert squats in front of my TV, fiddling with the system he'd rigged up for us, cracking open his drink the meantime. My dad instincts tell him to keep the soda away from the electronics, but by the time I muster up anything to say he's already raising the volume on my TV, snapping his fingers in accomplishment.

“Aight. Aight, I think this is good. Sit tight, I'm gonna microwave this popcorn.”

“Aight.” I mimic him again, helplessly grinning as my best friend made full use of my kitchen. Betsy made herself welcome right on my lap for the two minutes that transpired of gradual pops turning into a cacophony of corn bursting from their husks. Robert was seemingly just staring at it spin in the machine, watching the bag bloat out, his mind somewhere else.

“Soo....how was therapy today?” I feel obligated to ask, I was the one who talked him into it.

“You know what? Not bad.” Robert cracks his neck, and after a brief incident of him futzing with the hot bag and almost dropping it all, he brings it over. “I think I've worked my way up to not talking about movies with her.”

“Well, it's a start.” I laugh, “At least you aren't inserting yourself into the Home Alone storyline anymore.” I practically bounce as Robert throws himself ass-first onto his side of my couch, tucking his feet under the blanket.

“Well it wasn't too far off, there where wet bandits.”

“As you've said.” He and I clink our seltzer's together, my best buddy and I wriggling into our seats and getting comfy.

“Alexa, turn off the lights.” I demand, and Rob's eyes bug out of his head-

“That thing again? Man, you need to shut that thing off, it's harvesting information out of you!” Robert lunges up out of the chair he'd just gotten comfy in and goes to unplug my Alexa, the lights having already gone out.

“What information could it possibly get out of me? How many times a day I take a dump?”

“You fool,you rube.” Robert takes my gadget and throws it under a pillow, effectively suffocating it. “That information is precious and belongs to you and you alone!” Bobby looks a little insane at that moment, something I never get tired of.

“Alright, calm down. Don't get a big dick over it.” Robert makes his way back to the couch and grunts as he throws himself back on it, a testy glance in my direction before pressing play.

“You'll see. One day you will.”

“Uh huh.” I humor him, reaching over and patting his blanket-covered knee. “That'll do, Bobby.”

An air of silence comes over us both as the TV comes to life, we've grown so accustomed to the companionable quiet since we've become best friends. Soon we're engrossed in a gruesome tale, and at times I sneak peeks over at Robert's face, his baby brown eyes reflecting gruesome images from the screen. He may be utterly entranced but I can never reach that level, not when he's across from me like this. He was talking at the screen, gesturing angrily-

“Fuckin moron, should have locked his doors. Anybody could just walk in and- ugh!” He rolls his eyes, I would be lying if I said I didn't love how intense he gets about these true crime shows. Every time he throws his arms out I catch a whiff of his cologne, that subtle freshness and sandalwood.

By the time the first episode was done and the second, and then third came and went, Robert leaps off the couch and makes his way to what I imagine is the bathroom. The light down the hall illuminated some creepy shadows down towards my bedroom, and my hair stands on end- I get up and start locking all the windows in my house.

“Eeeurgh.” I could hear Robert groaning from the bathroom with the door wide open, followed by an anticlimactic fart.

“That was a good one.” I could only laugh, man I hope by the time Amanda comes home for Thanksgiving I won't be regressed to a caveman, the way we two just let everything hang out.

“Don't say that, it sucked. What are you doing?” He reenters the room to see me testing the resilience of my kitchen window lock, I shoot him a guilty look and return to my post on the couch, Betsy having already made her bed for the night on my recliner.

“Oh you know, worrying.”

“Yeah, I see that.” Robert smiles and I kind of melt, kind of. “Alright, back to the show.” Without warning Robert yanks the blanket off of me and throws himself against me, wriggling his bare back against my chest, offering to be my little spoon. He pulls the blanket over us both and remains there without a word-

Man, this is the part of the night I love the most. Robert never admits it, never asks for it, but I know he's learned to appreciate the art of a good cuddle. I'd like to call myself a master, as I wrap my arm loosely around his, feeling the welcoming warmth of his bare skin. He squirms briefly and finds a comfortable place for his head, I don't mind his flyaway hairs blocking half the screen. I ain't worried about the show anymore.

I behave myself. It's hard to sometimes, Robert's cologne smells so good and he's so firm yet soft-skinned; it could bring a man to act on his impulses. I allow myself chaste touches, small comforting circles over his bicep, his hip. The hitching of his breath when I accidentally tickle him distracts me so much I am soon lost to the TV, it's just annoying noise muffling what I really want to hear.

Damn. Thoughts where wandering again. By the time Robert spoke up, his voice was croaky with sleep, he hooked his leg around mine and leans into me hard. “Think you got one more in you?”

“I think there's only so much double homicide I can get into before I start phasing out.”

Robert cranes his neck and turns to look up at me, his eyes bloodshot and exhausted. “Quitter.” He grins, “This'll wake you up.” The bastard suddenly presses the soles of his cold feet against my shins, I stifle a yelp-

“Herrrk- God damn, Fine, one more. One more.”

“Good.”

I don't think I even made it past the opening sequence. By the time I open my eyes again sun is filtering in through the locked windows, Robert was drooling freely onto the hand I had placed under his cheek. Man do I gotta leak, and I'm pretty sure I hear Betsy drinking out of the toilet; but I can't bring myself to budge and wake Bobby. I never could. Huh, wish I could reach my word jumbles from here.

I look at the clock, 5 am. I still have a few hours before work, I'm going to hold onto every second I have of Robert asleep against me as I can.

#Robert Small #Dream Daddy #dadsona #fanfiction #dream daddy fanfic #my gay art #dream daddy fanart

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evil-ice-princess · 5 years ago

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Breathe Me In

♡ Pairing: Jungkook x Main Character (unnamed)

♡ Description: You attend a party in Beverly Hills where you reunite with your enemy, Jungkook.

♡ Genre: Romance

♡ Warning: Descriptions of hella making out (lol), implied sex, underage drinking, cursing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

♡ Word count: 5419

You were the good girl. Friday nights consisted of doing AP homework instead of getting drunk with your friends. Your grades were stellar. You held numerous leadership positions, and you were on the varsity tennis team. Any of the Ivies would drop on their knees to accept you. Of course, you weren’t thinking about school all the time. God, it would be social suicide to be a nerd. Those kids…were weird. You lived in Beverly Hills after all. Shopping at Louis Vuitton with your girlfriends. Eating at Nobu and Katsuya every other week. It was the norm. You had even had your fair share of hooking up with a few boys, but most of them sucked. You would think the boys at Harvard Westlake would be pretty decent, but your experiences proved otherwise. They would kiss you, and the next second wanted you to be their girlfriend. You just wanted the pleasure, you didn’t need all the boyfriend shit. And honestly their kissing wasn’t stellar either. But, all that changed on the first night of summer.

♡~♡~♡

“You coming to Jungkook’s party tonight?” Adrianna asks me as she begins to reapply her vibrant red lipstick. I look up from my AP U.S. History textbook, bewildered.

“You know my parents would kill me,” I reply. “And Jungkook Jeon? What an ass.”

“It’s the first day of summer! What the hell do you even have to study tonight?!” Naomi exclaims, continuing to text her boyfriend, Ethan, on her phone. “And Jungkook? Damn, if I didn’t have Ethan, I would sooo hook up with him.” She looks up from her phone glancing at her girl friends. “You so did not hear me say that,” she quickly says and then looks back down at her phone. Everyone laughs, including me.

“I don’t know…I mean I would go, but my parents…” I trail off. “I’ll ask I guess,” I mumble. The girls cheer, and I smile. I mean…it’s the first day of summer. Would my parents really make me stay in?

♡~♡~♡

“Absolutely not!” my father exclaims, incredulously.

“Why not?” I ask. “It’s Jungkook’s party. You like him, don’t you?” I reply. His parents are super close friends with my parents, but whenever Jungkook would come over I would just lock myself in my room saying I had way too much homework to do.

“Yes, but --”

“Soooo, you can trust me not to do anything bad. Jungkook’s sooo nice, too. Please, it’s the first day of summer,” I beg.

“No. You have to start writing college admissions essays, don’t you?” “I have five months, Dad! Please!”

“If your father says no, then the answer is no,” my mother replies. I bite my lip from uttering something that I would regret. God, they sicken me. I do every damn thing they want, yet they won’t let me do one little thing. “Fine. Can I at least go to the library to write the essays? Mom, you can even drop me off,” I ask, a plan forming in my head.

She looks at my dad, but he just scowls and walks away. Typical. “Fine, but I’ll pick you up at 11:30 PM.”

“Thank you,” I reply. I walk to my room and immediately enter my walk-in closet. What to wear, what to wear? I pull open a drawer and look through the vast collection of lingerie I had secretly bought with my friends. I decide to wear a beautiful strapless black lace bra with matching underwear. Why not? I think. It’s not every damn day I dress up. I throw on a navy blue crewneck I had bought during a college campus visit at Columbia and put some leggings on. I then go through all my dresses and pick a strappy lace-y black romper. Searching through my shoes I finally find my dazzling black Gucci heels adorned with diamonds and grab a silver necklace with a single pearl. It was a gift Jungkook’s parents had actually given me for my sixteenth birthday, and it happened to be my favorite necklace. I hook the necklace around my neck and hide it beneath my sweater. I put the romper and heels at the bottom of my backpack and fill a small makeup bag with the essentials I need. I am going to that damn party.

I text Adrianna quickly: Ade, pick me up from the library at 6 please?

Adrianna: sure whatever ly ❤

I smirk to myself as I walk out of my room. I look plain. No makeup on my face. Hair in a messy bun. Leggings and a crewneck sweatshirt. No one would suspect I was planning to go to the hottest party of the summer. It is 4:30. I had a lot of time to kill at the library. “Mother! I’m ready!” I call, annoyed.

Moments later, I am in my mother’s Porsche, and she silently drives me to the Beverly Hills Public Library. It was a fifteen minute drive, and I wave goodbye to her as soon as she pulls up in front of the library. At that moment, I feel the slightest bit of guilt. I tried to not break the rules too often, but this party…it was calling me. AP Exams were done. I know I got all 5s. All my SATs and Subject Tests were done. 1500+ of course. All my finals went well. I deserve this party. “Hey mom? I love you,” I say, and that makes me feel a little bit better for my lying. She gives a soft smile. I turn away walking towards the library before it becomes a sappy moment.

I open my laptop and go to Netflix to turn on my favorite TV show at the moment, Beverly Hills, 90210. I immerse myself within the characters’ drama, and as I watch Kelly kiss another boy, I somehow wish my life is as interesting as theirs. Naomi has her boyfriend, Ethan. Adrianna, a growing actress, gets to be practically anyone else she wanted with all the roles she is receiving. Silver is constantly making films and blogging. Even Annie’s, the principal’s daughter, life seems more interesting than mine. I sit there sulking at this fact while watching the show for a while when a text pops up.

Jimin: u comin to the party 2nite

I sit up suddenly interested. Jimin has no reason to text me…unless maybe he wanted to…do some things. I quickly type back a yes.

Jimin: cant wait ;)

I ponder over his texts. He is the typical fuckboy material. Hooking up with girls and leaving them when they least expect it. Do I want that? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. But I think back to the time we had made out at his beach house a few summers ago…he wasn’t as bad as the rest of the boys either when it came to all that. Maybe he could be the perfect summer fling, and when school started we could break it off. Being alone is good enough for me. Adrianna finally arrives at the library at 6:13 PM, and I jump into the passenger seat as she begins to drive home.

“Damn, that outfit is definitely going to impress the boys,” she says, looking at my lazy outfit.

“Yep, this bitch is definitely getting it tonight.” I point at myself making a weird face. We laugh, and it feels good. Good to be away from my parents. From school.

Soon we are in her house, and within fifteen minutes our friends are all here. Annie and Silver lie on Adrianna’s bed gossipping while Naomi applies makeup. Adrianna straightens her hair, and I strip myself of my boring clothes. She glances at me and a devilish smile appears on her face. “Now that’s going to impress some boys,” she says, admiring my lingerie set.

“Thanks,” I say while putting on the romper. It hugs me in all the right places. Just the right amount of cleavage and legs. I turn around in the mirror, realizing people would be able to see my bra. Dammit, I forgot this was a backless romper.

“Oh, honey, you should definitely take the bra off.” Naomi says. I expertly unclasp the bra and throw it at her. “Hey!” she squeals. What seems like just seconds is a couple of hours. By the time we are all done gossipping, giggling, and getting ready it is 10 PM. I walk out of the bathroom and twirl around for the girls.

“What do you think?” I ask, winking.

“Hot, hot, hot,” Silver exclaims. Along with the low-cut black romper I paired it with the sparkling Gucci heels and pearl necklace. I kept my makeup to a minimal. A bit of foundation. A little blush. Some mascara and eyeliner. My lips painted with a glittery gloss. My perfectly curled hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, and overall, I portray the typical rich Beverly Hills girl.

Because Jungkook’s house is just a few houses down from Adrianna’s, we walk to the big mansion. My eyes widen as I absorb the beauty of his house. God, he really has it all. He has it all except for a nice personality.

We enter the home, and everyone separates to different aspects of the party. Naomi to Ethan. Silver and Annie towards the food. And Adrianna towards the party games. So that leaves me. Alone. At a party. A waiter passes by, holding a few different cocktails, and I take a pink-colored one. I want to explore every inch of this grand palace. Jungkook is lucky. He is lucky as hell. Something told me I would be coming back to his house, so I know I will have a lot of other opportunities to see his mansion. I decide to go out to the backyard. This was not a typical backyard though with some uneven grass and a little pool. This is Beverly Hills after all. An infinity pool is placed on the edge, looking out towards the sparkling lights of Los Angeles. Downtown is clearly in view. People are swimming in the pool and seem content. There are a few outdoor couches spread out, and a little mini bar station serving a plethora of alcoholic drinks and sophisticated appetizers.

I spot Jimin with Jungkook, who happen to be best friends, and his eye catches mine. His lips begin to smile, and I can see his eyes rake over my body. I remember how he did that last time; my cheeks grow warm, and I head back inside. Jungkook does not turn around to see what his friend is staring so intently at.

Practically every room is filled with people. In such a big home, I expected there would be an empty room, but no. After ten minutes of searching, I am finally able to find an isolated living room. A half empty bottle of champagne sits on the glass table, and I pour myself the remnants into my glass. Maybe I was bored, or maybe I unconsciously wanted to get drunk, either way, I just could not stop drinking. I fish my iPhone out of my pocket and see a few text messages from my parents asking how my essays are coming along. Fuck them. A bunch of snapchat notifications are on my phone, and I see Jimin had sent me one. Seven minutes ago. It is a blurry selfie of himself, and he had captioned it “where r u”. I don’t reply.

Suddenly, a voice says, “So, she finally decided to show up,” My head whips around, and I see Jungkook standing there looking down at me, an empty champagne glass in his right hand, and another bottle in the other. He sports a classic dark suit, and he has a single black stud in his ear. Typical bad boy look. “What are you doing all alone?” he teases, as he takes a seat right next to me on the plush couch. I don’t say anything. The side of his body presses against mine, and I tense up. “I was looking for you.” he says, and I look at him, a mixture of disgust and curiosity on my face.

“Go away, Jungkook,” I say, turning away from him. I did not want to see his face. I hate him.

“C’mon. You don’t talk to me anymore, and I don’t even know why.”

“You know exactly why,” I snap, and I turn to look at him. I am unable to read his expression.

“I don’t know,” he protests, and he pours a glass of champagne for himself. He tips the bottle towards me, and I hold out my glass to have him fill it up.

“Why does it matter anyway?” I ask.

“Because every time I go to your house you shut me out. I’m stuck sitting with your and my parents listening to them talk about whatever shit they always talk about. You just did it for no reason, and all I want to know is why.”

“Dammit, Jungkook. You slept with one of my best friends after telling me you loved me. Gee, I definitely don’t have ANY reason to be mad at you right?”

He looks hurt, but he knows it is true. “You didn’t say anything to me! You just looked at me and left! I…I didn’t know what to do. Did you think I would just wait for you forever?”

“I liked you, and you couldn’t even wait. I had to think things through!” My words are faltering. Why did I reject him? I was probably scared. Scared to get into a relationship. Scared of the emotional attachment that comes with dating. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Clearly, we have different people in our lives anyway.” I justify, thinking about how Jimin had smiled at me earlier. And I know Jungkook probably has someone else too. I shift my body towards him, and his gaze makes me want him. I want him even though I despise him. The tension between us heightens as we both look at each other. I avert my eyes away from him and quickly change the topic. “So. What’s the point of throwing these big parties anyway?” I ask, taking a sip of the champagne.

“To let go. To feel less alone,” he curtly replies, downing his glass of champagne and pouring another. How many glasses had he already drank? He pushes his hair back and exhales. “What about you?”

“Same reason, I guess.”

“How are your parents doing…?” he asks tentatively.

“They’re pretending as if nothing is wrong. He fucking cheated on her, and she doesn’t do anything.” I don’t know why I’m telling him about my personal problems, but it’s not like any of my friends would listen. We had to portray ourselves as perfect girls who did not have any worries. We were supposed to be who everyone looked up to. It feels invigorating telling him my problems.

He sighs. “I’m sorry,” I can tell he means it. Maybe he is different from every other rich Californian boy here. So maybe he screwed up once…but he still seemed like the sweet boy I knew. “Obviously, you can tell from all this that my parents still don’t give a shit about what the hell I do,” he mutters taking another swig of the champagne.

“Can’t be that bad to have parents who don’t care, can it?”

“Well, think about it this way. If my parents actually cared, do you think I would throw these parties? Would I be hooking up with girls in hopes to have them stop me? God, you would think me having done drugs a few times would have made them notice.”

I sit up, having never thought about it that way.

“Is it some sort of requirement for the rich kids to have shitty parents?”

He scoffs. “Guess so.”

We sit in silence for a heartbeat, leaning into each other both of us afraid to do or say anything.

“I miss you.” he says suddenly. I know he is thinking about the times we had laughed in the basement of his beach house while watching movies. The times he would help me with my math homework. They were good memories, but that didn’t change anything now. I shift away.

“Jungkook, just stop. Nothing changes between us just because we both have shitty parents. It can’t take away what you did to me.”

“What was I supposed to do? I waited for you, and you made it pretty clear you didn’t feel the same way.”

“You didn’t give me enough time -– you know what, we’re not talking about this again. I’m done.” I stand up to leave. “I thought you were different, but you’re just as bad as every other boy here.”

“I thought you were different too, but you’re here drinking champagne on my couch, so obviously you aren’t who I thought you were either.” He pauses, taking another sip of his champagne. He smirks up at me. “You’re exactly like me.”

My jaw drops. “Fuck you, Jungkook. I’m nothing like you.”

As I walk away, I hear him faintly say, “Wait…” I ignore him and storm away. Hoping to find my friends, I climb up the flight of stairs angrily, when I bump into none other than Jimin. The perfect distraction. “Hey,” I coolly initiate.

He smiles. “Hi.”

“Soo…where were you heading?” I ask. A couple scooches past us to go down the stairs.

“Oh, y’know. I was going to see where Jungkook was, but, I suppose that could wait.”

I smile feeling satisfaction. He is exactly what I need. A distraction.

We climb up the rest of the stairs together, and when we reach the main floor I spot a pool table. Adrianna and Carter, an attractive brown-haired boy, are playing, and I lead Jimin over. “Wanna play in teams?” I ask, and they agree. Adrianna eyes Jimin and mouths ‘nice.’ I mouth back ‘same to you.’ We all play for awhile, and I completely forget about the argument I had with Jungkook. Jimin’s hand is on my waist as he guides me on how to properly hit the ball.

Soon, more people arrive at the table, and Jimin whispers in my ear, “Let’s get out of here.” I oblige, and he leads me to a gorgeous room. The walls are painted a beautiful black and the ceiling a light grey color. From the ceiling hangs a small black chandelier. A plush black carpet is placed on top of the dark wooden floor. The bed is pushed up against the wall, a white silk bedspread on top of it along with a few burgundy and black throw pillows. It is absolutely insane how beautiful the bedroom is. I take a guess that this must be Jungkook’s parents’ bedroom. And I do not give a shit that we were about to ruin it. Jimin pulls me onto the bed, and his lips brush against mine. We both sit there for a while, kissing slowly.

As his kissing gets more intense, Jimin slowly begins to push me into a lying position on the bed, when suddenly the door bursts open. Thinking it is one of my friends or some drunk guy, I continue to kiss Jimin hoping the person will realize the room is clearly occupied and will leave.

“What the actual fucking hell,” a voice hisses. Jimin pulls away, and we both sit up. Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on me. Jimin looks like he couldn’t give less of a shit.

Jimin stands up, clearing his throat. “Sorry bro. I thought you wouldn’t mind me using your room. Clearly not,” he remarks. His voice indicates no empathy. No shame. I realize I should have known this was Jungkook’s room. Who else would want a completely black room? I bite my lip from laughing at Jimin’s comment. Jungkook deserves to be hurt. Without any more words being said, Jungkook forces a smile, indicating Jimin should leave. He figures and begins walking out the door when he questioningly looks back at me still sitting on the bed.

“I’ll be out in a few…” I say. He nods.

I wanted to oh-so-badly make a few witty remarks. Make him hurt more than he already is. The second Jimin leaves the room, Jungkook closes the door quietly and locks it.

“Are you fucking serious? Jimin Park?” Jungkook exclaims.

“Just call it getting even,” I retort. His eyes are set ablaze by anger. His hand clenching into a fist. Although I don’t want to admit it, it’s hot. Hot as hell to see him getting angry. Getting jealous.

“With Jimin? That’s some serious class you got there,” he replies. I stop smiling.

“Are you saying you have class? Because damn, that’s clearly shown when you fucked my best friend.” I stand up from his bed, and heels clicking on the wooden floor, I brush past him, but he grabs my wrist, holding it tightly.

He steps closer until his body is right behind mine. “I am not like every other boy here,” he breathes into my ear, and I close my eyes, my mind begging to taste his lips. Leave him. Go find Jimin. Now. Leave him, leave him, leave him. Why am I not leaving?

“Jungkook…you’re drunk,” I whisper. We’re both drunk. Drunk on the idea of a possible romance. A possible rekindling of the fire we had almost once had.

“Are you telling me you don’t like this?” His hand glazes up the side of my body. His finger playing with the black strap of my romper. He pulls away all contact, and I am left wanting more. I want to turn around and kiss him. But I am too prideful to give in.

I don’t answer him. I hate him. God, he is the epitome of high confidence. Goddamn, why did he have to be so fucking attractive? I hate him so so so much. He is just like every other rich Californian boy. Just wanting to hook up and nothing more. Right? Right? Right?! Maybe it was because I drank too much champagne or the fact I just wanted to let go, but I shake my head no. No, I don’t like this. I love this. He is ruining me, and he loves it. And I love it too. It is the first night of summer. I want to be someone else. Not the person who is expected to study all the time. God, I need him.

I turn to face him, and he has a smirk on his face. “You think you can break me, but you can’t.”

“Oh, yeah?” he whispers lowly, looking down at my lips. “Well, you can’t break me either.” Why do we both have to be so proud? Goddammit, I want him, but I won’t give in. I won’t give in. Maybe if I keep telling that to myself I wouldn’t give into his temptations. My heels click away from him, and I open the door.

“Bye, Jungkook,” I wink at him. He looks pissed. Pissed as fuck.

By this point I do not know where Jimin had gone off to. He probably had gone off with some other girl after witnessing the rising tension between Jungkook and I. It doesn’t matter though because Jungkook and I were the sealed fate for tonight. Whether he knew it or not, one of us would eventually give in. And that would be him. I check what time it is on my phone, and it is 12:17 AM. Some people are leaving, but c’mon, the party had only started 2 hours ago.

Adrianna, Annie, and Naomi are lying back on a couch outside, their long, slender legs placed on top of the glass table. They look like they are the queens of the party. Annie and Naomi shift over to give me room in the middle.

“Heard you hooked up with Jimin,” Naomi comments.

“We just made out. Jungkook kind of interrupted us before anything could really happen.” I reply. Should I tell them about what happened after Jimin left?

“And?” Naomi presses.

“I don’t know. Jimin left, so…yeah.” My mind wanders back to thinking about Jungkook’s touch. His cold fingers grazing up my arm. His breathing next to my ear driving me insane. Stop thinking about it. Annie studies me carefully. She understands me better than Naomi and Adrianna. She rarely spread rumors nor liked being in the center of attention.

“Let’s go get some drinks,” she finally says. “We’ll be back in a few,” she says to the girls. We stand up, heading inside. The air is cold inside making me shiver.

“Please spill.”

I give her the general details, nothing…too graphic.

“Ohmygod. Why are you not with him right now?!”

“Because…we’re in a competition,” I mumble sheepishly, realizing how stupid it is. We are seventeen year olds playing little kid games.

“What…?”

“We’retryingtoseehowlongwecanstayawayfromeachother,” I say really fast, embarrassed.

“I swear to God. You are this close to getting with the hottest guy in the grade, and you’re…avoiding him? For a little competition? You’re literally crazy!” she exclaims incredulously.

“Annnnnnnie, you don’t get it,” I insist.

“All I’m hearing is that both of you are too damn proud to be the first one to admit you like each other.”

“I don’t like him.” But I do.

“You keep telling yourself that, but c’moooon. It is so obvious. Seriously, I’m telling you. Just go to him now, tell him you love him, and there’s your happily ever after.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll text him.”

“You better tell me everything tomorrow!” she squeals, and she walks back to Naomi and Adrianna.

I shake my head, smiling. I know exactly how to do it. A waiter passes by, and I quickly grab a cocktail. I take it to Jungkook’s room, and I down the sweet alcoholic drink within mere seconds. I would need it. Unlocking my phone, I text Jungkook: your room. 15 minutes. My fingers shake as I type each letter out. My heartbeat quickening. What if you’re too late just like last time? What if he’s with another girl already? What if you’re not good enough for him? What if, what if, what if? These questions run through my mind, and I become a growing time bomb. I stand up to dim the lights in his room to a point where he would be able to see me, but not super clearly. You should just leave. He doesn’t love you, I lie down on the silky bedspread, the cool fabric touching my almost bare back. Every second feels like a minute. Every minute feels like an hour. Why did it even matter to me if he comes or not? I could have any boy I want, right? I unlock my phone again to find he had still not read the text. It had been thirteen minutes. Two minutes pass, and he’s still not here. It doesn’t matter. I stand up beginning to leave, completely done with him. I’m done with him. That is the moment he finally walks in, closing the door behind him. He glides toward me until my body is pressed against the black wall, having no place to go, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” I mutter, tilting my head down. His fingers tips my chin up. He is looking me directly in the eyes.

“Clearly, you were wrong,”

My breath stops for just a second. His lips inch towards mine and connect. They taste of mint and move against mine slowly. He seems…unsure. His hands grip my waist gently, and my hand cups his cheek. I want more. I pull away, and he looks surprised. “Kiss me like you fucking mean it. God, I thought you were good at this. Hmm, maybe I should go back to Jimin.” I egg him on, knowing he will get pissed. And he does.

“Don’t say his name,” he mutters, and his lips reconnect with mine with more need. More hunger. This time I could feel the confidence. The cockiness. It is way different than Jimin’s kisses. Jimin was absolutely emotionless, but Jungkook…He has everything. Anger. Jealousy. Love. Lust. All of it is there. I am so lost in him. He slides his jacket off, and he roughly bites my lip, needing more. He does not care how rough he is. He needs me, and I need him. I notice the hints of alcohol as our tongues fight for dominance. Putting his hand on my ponytail, Jungkook takes the hairtie out. My hair cascades down, and he runs his fingers through my hair. I eventually win control. I push him away from the wall and lead our bodies towards the bed. Suddenly, Jungkook pulls away this time. He grabs me by the waist and pushes me onto the bed so I fall into a lying position. I let out a small yell, and he smiles devilishly. All the control I thought I had is gone. He pushes up against me, his clothed hips rolling down on mine. His face buries into my neck, and I let out a small moan.

“I win,” he mumbles into my neck. I can feel him growing restless as he leaves soft kisses everywhere. His teeth work at gently tugging on the sensitive skin. I don’t care that I would go home with so many damn love bites on my neck. Jungkook is mine, and that is all that matters right now. He continues to leave bites everywhere, and no amount of makeup would be able to cover them. Moans continuously leave my lips, and God, I can feel him smiling.

“I fucking hate you, Jungkook,”

“I’m sure you do,” he breathes against my now sensitive skin. I let out a sigh of pleasure. He finally sits up to look down at me. He appears smug seeing all the bites he has left. Pure art.

I sit up and climb onto his lap, my arms hooking around his neck. “Time for payback,” I press my lips against his softly. As our lips move together, I work to throw his tie off and unbutton his shirt. My hands roam down his chest to his abs to his thigh. I grip his clothed thigh knowing it would drive him absolutely crazy. He groans lowly.

“Fuck,”

I scatter bites across his neck. The upper part of his chest. He is a mess. An absolute fucking mess. I can not believe I completely have him under my spell. He throws his head back moaning.

It is as if there is no party going on outside the almost dark bedroom. It is just me and Jungkook. In that moment, we do not give a shit about what problems we have in our lives. We just need each other.

♡~♡~♡

“I…I should go. My parents…” I groan against him. He plays with the strap of my romper.

“Just a little bit longer?” he asks. With all the will I have remaining, I remove myself from him. I shake my head no, and he looks disappointed. I glance at his clock. 1:57 AM. How had more than an hour passed of us just making out?

“So, when’s round two gonna be?” I whisper. I sit on the edge of his bed leaning over to put my heels back on. I would probably get someone who is still at the party to drive me home or something.

“How about now?” he asks, putting his chin on my shoulder. I glance at him. He looks like an innocent puppy. I do not understand how he could change his personality so fast.

“Jungkook…” I trail off.

He begins to kiss my neck again. Fuck.

“C’mon. You can deal with your parents later…” he whispers. I think about it as he continues to kiss over the hickies he had left earlier. Either way, leaving now or in the morning, my parents would kill me. I kick off my shoes as quickly as I had put them back on.

He pushes me back down, and he smirks. “And just so you know…I won. I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he remarks, his lips so close to mine.

He gives that irresistible smile and without me realizing it, he begins to slowly push the straps of my romper down. But I won’t say anything more. Because what happened in Beverly Hills stayed in Beverly Hills.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 65)

"Beers, Cheers & Unexpected Tears"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@crystalbaby12

The After Party is raging. The music is loud as shots are flowing. Everyone is laughing and congratulating each other.

Luna and Ashley are changing to join them when Luna notices a singular text amongst dozens. It's from an unknown number.

"Seen U 2nite little one 😛"

"This motherfucker and his burner phones." She thinks, deciding not to delete it this time in case Colson asks. She blocks the new number again and pockets her phone. Luna has a boyfriend to enjoy.

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As soon as he sees her, Colson pulls Luna close. "I'm so fucking proud of you, Kitten. The way you and Ash changed it up was beautiful." He places his hands on the back of her head and back. Kissing her deeply. Any thoughts of Tommy disappearing.

"Thanks for including Case. She had a ball." He tells her, while still holding her.

Luna looks around to spot the little girl, goofing off with Benny and Slim. She smiles as she looks back up at him. "Of course! It wouldn't have been the same without her. Did you see what she drew?" She asks him.

"Yeah, I told you she was hella smart." He answers proudly.

"She must get it from Em." Luna teases him.

"Shut up." He laughs, kissing her again.

"Remind me to grab it before we leave, please. I wanna frame it for her."

"She's so fucking amazing." Colson thinks holding onto her as she rests in his arms.

They're interrupted by Rook. "This is for you." He tells Luna handing her a shot.

Laughing, she easily swallows it whole.

"Where's mine?" Colson complains.

"Bring your asses on then, bitches." Rook jokes.

Luna kisses Colson once more before they follow behind Rook. Luna's grandmother grabs her hand, pulling her back as Colson proceeds on.

"Oh, Luna, you and Ashley were WONDERFUL!! I love how you stripped it down. I feel like it made your message clearer to some who may not have gotten it originally." Patti praises her.

"Thanks Mom-Mom. I didn't think of it that way." She admits before asking her if she'd like another drink.

"I would!!" Joni interrupts them, laughing as she shakes her empty glass. She grabs Luna for a tight hug, making sharp pain shoot through Luna's already pounding shoulder. Pulling back from her, Joni says "You did so great, Luna Bug! I'm so proud of you." before squeezing her tight again.

Luna grins at the old nickname, hugging Joni back and thanking her. Taking the woman's glass, she says "I'll grab you a refill. 7&7?" She asks, to Joni's nod. She already knew. "Mom-Mom?" She asks before heading to the bar.

"I'm okay for the moment, Loons. Thank you though." Pattie says before Luna makes her way off.

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Before hitting the bar, Luna stops into the bathroom. Working quickly she crushes up a few percs to bang them. Her shoulder is killing her and she knows between the happiness and hugs, it's only gonna get worse.

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"SHOTS!!!!!" Pete hollers, gathering everyone around, as Luna slips back in. "To a great show, great performance and most of all GREAT family!!!!

"CHEERS!!" They all shout as the raise their glasses. Slamming them in celebration.

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Everyone is having a good time, mixing with each other. Music and laughter floating through the room. Pete is busting it up with Kate, Colson and Rook. Benny, Baze and Slim are getting more drinks, mixing with the cast and crew. Dom and Ashley talk to Patti and Joni.

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"You girls were extraordinary!!" Patti raves at Ashley, after hugging her and Dom warmly. She had met Dom during Christmas, Ashley bringing him to Christmas Eve dinner.

"Thank you so much, Mom-Mom. You know your opinion means the world to me." Ashley beams. She has a great relationship with Luna's grandmother.

They continue talking about upcoming Nightmare performances, life and the album Ashley's working on. Patti watching adoringly as Dom gushes over his girlfriend. Delighted her girls have finally found men who seem to be deserving of them.

Luna drops off Joni's drink without interrupting the conversation. Looking around the same room, she finds Casie sitting and talking with Ashleigh. "Hey Dilla!!" She calls to her with a smile.

Casie looks up, grinning at Luna. She walks over to them and squats down as the little girl jumps into her arms full force. Both Ashleigh and Luna laugh.

"Yup. Percocets." Luna thinks, still feeling a slight throb. Yet, it's much better then it was.

"That was so much fun!" Casie exclaims. Kissing Luna on the cheek and squeezing her tight.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Dilla!!" Luna beams at her, giving her another hug. "Do you have your picture? I wanna save it for you."

"Really!! THANK YOU!!" Casie dives into her again. "I'm gonna go get it!!" The little girl shouts over her shoulder as she runs off.

Colson is watching Luna and Casie. Feeling buzzed, plus overly happy and grateful for his girls, he prepares himself. "Here goes..." He thinks walking over to Pattie.

Luna is still sitting with Ashleigh. "You guys were great!!! It was really cool for you to involve Casie." She says as she smiles at Luna.

"Thanks." Luna smiles back. "I thought it was important, since she was in the video and everything, you know?"

Ashleigh nods. She likes Luna, always has. As she watches her with Colson and Casie, getting to know her better, she likes her even more.

"I'm just glad Emma thought it was just as cool..." Luna continues.

"You guys get along well, don't you?" Ashleigh asks her.

"Oh yeah, Em's fantas...." She's interrupted by a jumping Casie.

"Here it is!!!" She proudly displays her art to Luna and Ashleigh.

Luna takes it from her, saying "I'm gonna put it in my dressing room to keep it safe." as she stands up.

"Okay!!" Casie says, trusting Luna completely. "C'mon Ash!!! I wanna show you something cool!" She tells her, pulling her out of her seat.

"Byeeee..." Both women grin at each other.

As Luna heads to her dressing room, Colson walks over to Pattie and Joni. Ashley and Dom are now over with Pete and Kate. Approaching them, Colson has butterflies in his stomach.

"Fuck.... Fuck.... Fuck.... Get it together Kells." He tries to calm himself down. He's been thinking about this for the last few days. Not knowing when he'll see Pattie again, he tells himself to "Shoot your shot."

"Hello ladies." Colson greets Patti and Joni with his boyish grin.

"How are you, Dear?" Patti asks him with a hug. He hugs Joni also as they praise the performance.

Colson blushes while thanking them but stating humbly that it was all Luna and Ashley.

This makes Patti smile. She likes Colson. Respecting him as a man, parent and an artist. Appreciating how he cares and interacts with her granddaughter and absolutely adoring Casie.

"Do mind if I speak with you for a moment, Patti?" He asks her. There's a slight tremble to his voice.

Taking her cue, Joni heads off to mingle with the other young boys.

"Is everything ok, Colson?" The older woman asks him delicately.

Cheeks flushed, he looks away as he begins to rub his hand on the back of his head. "Yes ma'am." He answers, looking back at her.

"Spit it out, Honey." Patti encourages him.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." His mind races.

Looking around, he asks if she'd like to sit. She tells him No. That what she would like is for him to talk to her. Patti listens and watches him intensely as he begins to speak.

Her directness reminds him of Luna. "The apple doesn't fall far from that tree." The thought slipping into his mind.

"I uh, I.." Colson stutters. Closing his eyes, he musters up the same courage he found the night he met Luna.

"I love your granddaughter, Patti. I love everything about her. Her strongwill, her kindness, how she loves Casie and Casie loves her. The two of them mean everything in the world to me." He's rambling. "I know it's been a short time and you may think I'm crazy but I don't know what I would do without her. She makes me a better man and even though she doesn't need it, I have this insane urge to protect her." He sighs, looking down at the ground then back up at Patti. "I know it's Luna's choice and being who she is, I don't even know if she'll say yes or when I'll ask but...." He trails off as he inhales deeply. "I'd like to marry her one day and it's important to me how you feel about it."

Colson is nervously waiting for Patti's response. A soft smile spreads over her face. In the seven years Luna had dated and lived with Justin, he had never approached Patti in this capacity.

"When's her birthday?" She asks him. Deciding to have a bit of fun with first.

"July 16,1992." He answers without hesitating.

"What's her biggest fear?" The first was clearly too easy.

"Fame and deep sea diving." Colson states, postive of his answer. This impresses her grandmother.

"Luna's middle name?" Patti knows she hates it and tells very few.

Colson grins, feeling confident. "Adelaide."

Patti decides to dig deeper. "If she asked, would you sign a pre-nup?" Thinking of Luna's inheritance and the rights to both her and Robert's catalogs.

"No doubt." He nods his head, the thought never popping into his mind.

Patti has one last question. "What if she doesn't want to have kids? Would you be okay with that?" This one is very important.

Colson's eyes soften. "Then that's okay. We've talked about her not knowing if she wants to or not. I want you to know, I don't love your granddaughter for what she can or can't give me. I love her for who she is. All parts of her. The independence, the stubborness, the unpredictableness. All of it. Besides, we have Casie." He shrugs lightly.

Patti takes his hand and squeezes it. "She's lucky to have found you. You'll make a great partner. Whether she let's you marry her or not." She tells him kindly.

It takes a minute for it to register with Colson. Once it does, he asks Patti excitedly "Does this means what I think it means!??" Blue eyes bright.

Patti nods as Colson lifts her up for a tight hug. She's laughing when he puts her down.

"Thank you! Thank you!" He says taking both her hands before hugging her again and kissing her cheek. Promising her she has nothing to worry about. That he'll never waver from Luna's side. Married or not.

"Go get her, Kiddo." She tells him with a wink. He kisses her cheek again before asking if she needs anything.

"Go have fun." She tells him with a pleased smile. He thanks her again sincerely before going to check on. Casie.

"What was that?" Joni asks moseying over to her bestfriend.

"He just asked for my granddaughter's hand in marriage." Patti tells her with a pleased look with a mix of amusement.

"I guess chivalry isn't dead." Joni muses, spipping her cocktail, watching the next generation with hope.

Coming back from her dressing room, Luna heads over to Pete, Kate, Ashley and Dom. She doesn't see Colson walking over to them. Casie is now with her grandmother and Joni. Ashleigh is talking with Kenan as The Boys still mixing with the cast and crew.

"Yo! Tonight was epic!" Pete says. Raising his glass, he toasts "To the baddest bitches I know, changing the world one song at a time!" The five of them laugh through their "CHEERS!!"

"I'm always fucking missing out on drinks tonight!" Colson complains with a laugh as he slides his arm around Luna's waist.

"Poor Bunny." Luna leans up, barely reaching his cheek to kiss it. He gives her a boost by the ass. She then turns and grabs him a fresh Rolling Rock off the bar.

"A1, Day 1!" He laughs again while bending down to kiss her.

"So how long have you guys been together?" Kate asks Luna.

"Almost 10yrs in their minds!" Pete teases them to Luna's smirking, rolled eyes and everyone else's laughter.

"No, for real, a little over a month?" Colson answers, looking at Luna to double check.

She shrugs, "Yeah, about a that." She agrees, touching the padlock around her neck.

"Wow, you guys are really in sync with each other." Kate admires.

Luna and Colson exchange that One Look before a quick kiss. "I'm gonna check on Case, come on Pete." He coaxes his friend. Dom had already wondered off towards The Boys.

Ashley, Kate and Luna continue to talk. The bestfriends asking how Kate and Pete met. It wa by random, at a coffee shop in MidTown. Kate asks about Yellowhammer.com and their activism in AL. The girls explaining their work with the ACLU and Planned Parenthood. Kate's quit impressed. She loves how outspoken, motivated and fearless they are as young women. They continue to laugh as they get to know each other better. Ashley deciding she likes Kate. Luna already coming to the same conclusion. Kate's smart and funny. She's also really sweet and mature. Not some little kid who's going to play with their friend's heart.

"Oh, Petey!!!" It's so good to see you, Lovey!!" Patti hugs Pete as he squeezes her back tight.

"Glad you could make it, Pat!" He says with a huge smile as he leans to greet and kiss Joni too.

"How's your mother?" Pat asks him. He responds with a 'GREAT' before Pat tells him to have her call so they can have lunch soon. Complaining how she feels like it's been ages since she's seen her friend. He agrees happily.

"Tell me about this lovely woman you have with you..." Patti changes the subject

Colson laughs as Pete turns as red as a tomato. He's saved by Casie.

"Dad can I stay the night with Ms. Patti and Ms. Joni? We're gonna have a sleep over...." She asks excitedly, looking up at the nodding women beaming down at her.

"Uh... Let's ask Luna." He tells her before calling out "BROOKLYYYN!!" into the crowded room.

His voice makes Luna smile as she turns to find him. He's with Pete, Casie, Joni and her Mom-Mom. Him and Pete are waving her and Kate over.

"Looks like girlfriend duties call!" Ashley laughs. She goes to find Dom as the other women walk over to where they're being summoned.

"Hello, how are you this evening?" Patti asks of Kate with an inviting. Before she can answer, Casie interrupts them.

"Can I spend the night, Looney!? Can I spend the night???" She's jumping up and down.

"Where at, Dilla?" She looks at Colson confused.

"Ms. Patti's. We're gonna have a slumber party with Ms. Joni!!" She explains as she's about to burst.

Colson shrugs and Patti nods when Luna looks at them. "You don't have any clothes...."

"Clothes, smlothes." Her grandmother tells her. "She can sleep in one of my old band Ts. You guys come by tomorrow with fresh clothes and we'll all go out to brunch before you leave again." Patti has it all planned out.

Luna laughs in agreeance, knowing her Mom-Mom had an ulterior motive.

"It's settled then. Why don't you collect your things and say your goodbyes while I talk to Petey." The old woman tells the little girl.

"Petey?" Casie smirks with a laugh. Skipping away she sings

🎶Petey, Petey such a little sweetie🎶

The adults laugh as Luna and Colson follow behind her. Pete going on to finish introducing Kate to Patti and Joni.

"It's an honor." Kate states in awe of the musical legends.

"Ooohhh... I like her." Joni says as they all laugh.

They enjoy polite conversation, Joni recognizing Kate from Pearl Harbor, asking what it was like to work with a young Ben Affleck. Kate laughs sliding her hand into Pete's, saying that they're good friends

Meeting up with Benny, Rook, Ashley, Dom, Slim, Ashleigh and Baze across the room, Casie tells them about her epic night plans as she kisses and hugs them all goodbye. Benny offering to walk Casie, Patti and Joni out to Luna's gratitude.

Heading back to her grandmother, Luna introduces Patti to Benny. "He's gonna walk you guys out. And I don't wanna hear it, Mom-Mom. It's late and you'll have Case with you." Knowing her grandmother's protests of independence.

Listening to her granddaughter, Patti thanks Benny for being a gentleman. Luna kisses and hugs her grandmother and aunt as Colson squeezes Casie goodbye.

They switch off. Colson hugging Patti while whispering 'Thank You' in the old rebel's ear before taking Joni's hand, thanking her for coming and kissing her lightly on the cheek. The two women are smitten by the charismatic young man.

Luna squeezes Casie, telling her to have fun and that she loves her. The little girl grins, saying she will and that she loves Luna too as she squeezes her tight again.

Standing up, Casie turns to Benny, imitating her father "WE OUT!!" she shouts. Erupting the adults into laughter again.

Luna grabs her grandmother's hand, telling her she loves her and to call if she has a problem. Patti squeezes her hand back, reassuring the young woman that they'll be fine. Admiring this new look on Luna.

As they leave, Colson leads Luna over to everyone else by the small of her back. "WE READY TO FUCKING PARTY!!! He shouts as the room erupts.

More drinks are ordered, music bumps and the laughter is contagious. Congratulations still making their rounds.

"Yo! You guys were fire!!" Slim compliments Ashley and Luna.

"Yeah, the way you guys stripped that shit down and then had us come in hard was fucking GENIUS!!" Baze agrees.

Luna and Ashley look at each other beaming.

"We couldn't done any of it without you guys. Seriously, all off you. From playing on it to producing it. This OUR baby, so THANK YOU GUYS!!" Luna lifts her glass. "To family!"

"TO FAMILY!!" They all cheers.

"I have to say, great song, phenomenal performance from you all, BUT, Case stole the show." Ashleigh laughs.

"That girl is smart as a whip!" Benny agrees. "You got your hands full Kells!" He laughs.

"FACTS!!" Rook chimes in, nudging Luna. "You ready for a crazy pre-teen because she's coming our way soon."

Colson overhears them. "That motherfucker better not scare her away." Thinking how he jumped the Patti hurdle, he doesn't need an imaginary one blocking his way to Luna.

"Enh, she's a great kid." Looking at their group, she laughs, "There's not much here for her to rebel against." Rook laughs with her as Luna shrugs and continues "Plus, both Colson and I were bad ass kids. Whatever she may slide passed Emma, she's deff not getting through the two of us."

She looks over and winks at Colson who's staring at her.

"FUCK I LOVE HER." Is all he can think.

Dancing, laughing and drinking, the night carries on. Shots be downed together all over the room.

"To the two chicks I know with balls bigger than most dudes. NOT MINE THO!!" A drunken Slim laughs loudly, cheersing The Girls. Slamming another round with Luna, Ashley and Benny.

Glancing over her shoulder, Luna sees devious Colson and Pete standing in the doorway.

She walks up to them. Before she can all what they're up to, they attack her. Trapping her tiny body between they're two tall, lanky ones.

Rocking her back and forth between the two of them, they sing laughing.

🎶We got a drunken Moon Pie🎶

🎶Not gonna let her get by🎶

Drunk and shocked. With her body bouncing off of them, Luna's bursts into fits of laughter as she begs them to stop.

🎶Even when she asks why🎶

🎶Cuz she's our drunken Moon Pie🎶

They keep shaking her till their song is over. Dizzy from her weird ride, Luna clings to Colson to catch find her balance.

"You guys are fucking maniacs." She laughs, resting her face on Colson's chest. "How long you been planning that?" She asks sarcastically.

"Five WHOLE minutes." Pete tells her, scrunching his face up. "Be careful, or we'll do it again." He warns playfully, sticking his tongue out.

"Is this what I have to live with now?" Luna drops her arms from around Colson. Looking between the two of them with a miffed look on her face.

"Yup." Colson and Pete say in unison, grinning at each other.

🎶We gotta...🎶 They go to start again before she springs out of their grasps.

"Fuck you guys." She laughs, trotting away.

Pete goes to find Kate as Colson chases after Luna, scooping her up from behind. She squeals as he kisses all over the back of her neck. Both are drunk.

"Ready to go?" He asks her. It's close to 3A.

"Yeah, I gotta grab my stuff first." She agrees.

Colson rallies up the bunch while Luna runs to her dressing room. Everyone's going back to the brownstone. Including Dom & Ashley and Pete & Kate. Benny offers to take Luna's bag and Casie's poster. She thanks him with a peck on the cheek.

"WE OUT!" Colson shouts as Luna runs up and jumps onto his back. Even caught off gaurd, he catches her easily.

"HIGH HO SILVER AND AWAY!!" Luna shouts from on top of him.

"You're so fucking weird!!" He laughs as their rowdy group makes their way through the empty building.

"YOOOOOOU LOVE IT!!!" She continues to drunkenly yell. Making him laugh harder.

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Back at the brownstone, they find Cards Against Humanity. Rook puts on music. Ashley clears off the kitchen table for Colson, Pete and Slim to start rolling joints. Luna grabs everyone beers while Ashleigh and Kate find snacks. Baze helps Dom set up the game. And Benny's searching for food on his phone. The Stay Fresh is delivering to everyone's drunken, hungry roars. They order a shit ton of wings, mozzarella sticks, cheese fries and more beer.

It doesn't take long for the food to arrive. Munching and drinking, the group passes around joints while they play the game. All of them are drunk and can hardly contain themselves.

Rook laughing hard enough, he falls out of his chair onto the floor. Luna almost losing a mozzarella stick out of her mouth from laughing at him. Colson snorting as he laughs loudly at them both. Everyone else laughing at one of the three of them.

They're so fucked up and distracted, they don't even finish the game. Hanging out, they one by two disappear. Leaving Benny asleep at the kitchen table.

Luna feels bad but Colson reassures her that he's immovable. To leave him be.

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Making out on the bed, Colson pulls away from Luna. His drunk eyes stare into hers with fear. He sometimes becomes emotionally vulnerable when he gets really wasted.

"Do you feel alright?" Luna asks, hoping to catch a smile from him. She does but it's tiny and weak as he rolls into his back. "Talk to me Colson." She shifts on her side, stroking his hair.

Staring at the ceiling, he let's out a sigh before telling her "I can't shake this Tommy thing."

"Oooohh Boy." Luna thinks. She's drunk and tired. The sun is coming up and all she really wants to do is fuck and sleep.

"What can't you shake?" She lays her head on his chest, facing him.

"Why you would cheat with him and not me." He tells her quietly.

Luna closes her eyes, trying to keep her patience with him. Sitting up, she climbs on top of him. Placing herself on his groin.

"Because when we seen each other, I was very much in love with Justin. We were still new, intimate, engaged in each..." She looks away, closing her eyes for a moment.

Head swimming from all the shots. Luna's never made it a habit of explaining herself. Drunk or not, she will for Colson though.

"His addiction sent us through spurts where he would shut me out. All of us, only hanging with people he knew wouldn't bitch about him getting high. There were months where we shared the same bed but weren't speaking about anything relevant, let alone fucking. I hooked up with Tommy during one of those cycles. I had felt like Justin had been cheating on me for years. I was pissed and felt rejected. Tommy was an escape that paid attention to me." One solid tear slides down her cheek. He wipes it away as she continues to look at Colson.

"Fuck, that sounds so pathetic." She thinks, disappointed in herself.

"Why didn't you leave him?" He asks her the same question from last night.

Luna sighs. This one is hard. "Because whether I liked his actions or not, at one point he was my bestfriend. I think I loved him so much that I clung to the idea that maybe we could get that back." She looks away, multiple tears dropping now. "Plus, I didn't know if he could survive without me. And that wasn't worth the risk." She wipes her own tears now as she shrugs. Lightly saying, "Didn't matter though, you know. I finally snapped and he killed himself the next day while I was out." She closes her eyes to keep the tears in.

He pulls her down onto his strong chest. Stroking her hair as she silently cries into. "You know it's not your fault." Colson tries to console her.

She sniffles a "Yeah...."

"Sure it's not.... That's why his entire written last words were dedicated to telling me to fuck off.... " She thinks sadly, feeling her soul hurt. Luna will always love the brilliant man she fell in love with. Not the shell Justin had become in the end. Although Luna misses him, she misses the life he should've had more. Even if he wasn't supposed to spend it with her.

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Colson's heart rips apart for her. "She's too fucking loyal for her own good..... He didn't fuckinug deserve her..... At all.... Fuck.... And to let her find him... That's some asshole shit." Colson thinks as he holds her tight, vowing to himself to never hurt her.

Their conversation was heavy. Neither wanting to talk anymore, nor needing to. Their bodies telling each other everything they need to know as Luna lays on Colson's chest and he strokes her hair until both their worried minds finally shut off.

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icecoldbloodtype · 6 years ago

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My Paradise

Pairing: Ashton x Reader

Word Count: 3,485

A/N: Hi! So I started writing this as sort of a celebration for hitting 3.5k (which is crazy to me), and now I’m about to my next hundred! So thanks for that. S/O to DJ @singledadharrington for being my beautiful beta and for your encouraging words♥♥ This is the first serious thing I’ve ever written and I hope you enjoy it!

Based On: This Girl by Hunter Hayes (x)

I love this girl, watching that throwback movie with a glass of wine

Thunder crashed over Ashton as he pulled into your driveway, his studio session not going quite as planned. The band had been reluctant to call it a day, but they also weren’t being productive. A streak of lightning flashed in the horizon, but he was almost to your apartment now. The rain had started suddenly about halfway through his drive back from the studio. He’d been annoyed beforehand, but didn’t mind the rain. The rain meant you being wrapped in his arms, legs intertwined with one another. His favorite kind of day.

Sure enough, when he walked into your apartment, there you were: wrapped in a blanket, one hand cradling a glass of wine and the other keeping the blanket wrapped tight around you, eyes affixed to the television playing Pretty Woman. A soft smile spread across Ashton’s face as he watched your lips move in time with the lines. Shedding his jacket and his shoes, he places his keys in the key dish, and plods over to the couch.

“Mind if I join you?” He asks, already sliding in beside you. You shoot him a glance, place your wine glass down, and hold your finger to your lips, “Shhh babe, this is my favorite part!” Ash rolls his eyes, wraps his arm around your shoulders and places a kiss to your temple. A grin the size of the Cheshire Cat begins to spread across his face as you emphatically recite Vivian’s speech to Edward, never missing a beat. This moment made him glad that he’d come home early, otherwise he wouldn’t have realized that he was overwhelmingly head over heels for you.

I’m falling more and more every minute, and I don't think I can live without her

You were curled up reading by the light of the bedside table lamp, when you got the text from Ash.

Ashhole: Stay w u 2nite?

You knew he was out with the boys, it was Thursday night after all. They’d probably been drinking for a couple hours. Ashton liked to think he could hold his liquor, but really it just took longer to hit him.

Y/N: Sure babe, be safe. Make sure you’re drinking water my love xx

Your lip perks up a bit, you hadn’t been expecting to see Ashton until at least Saturday. You wondered what drunk Ashton would make an appearance today: philosophical Ashton or energetic Ashton. Half an hour passed before you found out.

The front door unlocked and you could hear several sets of feet enter, walking towards the bedroom. You set your book on the night table, as the bedroom door opened and in stumbled Ashton being partially carried by both Cal and Michael.

“Y/N! Light of my life, muse for my soul, fire of my loins!” Ashton called out, the boys dumping him on his side of the bed.

Calum giggled as Michael made a disgusted face, “Dude! I don’t wanna hear about your loins!” Calum wraps his arm around Michael’s shoulders, “Hey, Ash can’t help it. The loins want what the loins want,” earning him a punch to his arm from his friend. You laugh at their stupid antics and gave Ash a once-over to see if you could handle him on your own.

“Alright boys, I’ll take it from here.” You get up from the bed, much to Ashton’s chagrin.

“Baaaabe,” he whined, “they know how to leeeeave.”

You roll your eyes, “yeah but I gotta lock the door you bum.”

The three of you leave him pouting, as you walk Calum and Michael to the door.

“He wouldn’t shut up about you y’know. The whole night.” Calum says, as he hugs you.

“Yeah, he was like that annoying song that gets stuck in your head. We only put up with it because it was about you.” Michael says, giving you a tired smile.

You beam back at them, letting them out only after they ensure you that they’ll get home safe. You lock the door, shut off the lights and head back to your room, shutting the door.

You look at Ashton, who’d gotten his shoes and shirt off, working on his pants. He was looked back at you, with the dopiest smile. You take in Ash’s appearance: his hair messy and falling, his hazel eyes were glassy, and cheeks flushed from the alcohol. His chest was out, boasting his dark chest hair, shirt hanging on by a single button. You raise an eyebrow as you meet his eyes.

“You good there?” You question, walking towards the bed.

“Oh I’m beautiful, y/n,” finally undoing the button, taking off his pants before sliding into the bed, “Of course I’m nowhere near as beautiful as you.” You scoff as you lay down in bed next to him. Ash pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing your head on his chest.

“Did you have fun tonight bub?” You ask, playing with the hair on his chest.

“Yeah...missed you though.” He candidly answers, kissing the top of your head. “What’d you do?”

“Nothing exciting really. Spoke to my sister, FaceTimed my mom. They both say hello. Mom wants to know when you wanna…” you trailed off, noticing how slow his breaths had gotten.

You reach over to turn off the light on the beside table. You lay back on Ash’s chest, and you’ve almost drifted to sleep yourself when Ash pipes up, “I like this,” his voice laced with fatigue, “coming home to you. Going to bed with you. Almost like it’s meant to be easy,” he yawns, “just like this.”

You look up at him, his eyes are closed, lips slightly raised in a content smile, dimples shadowing on his cheeks.

“Night, Ash” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Night y/n, I love you.” He replies, causing your breath to stop. You two had been seeing each other for a couple months, dating exclusively for a while but hadn’t said the L word yet. Neither one of you wanted to put expectations on the other by saying it too early, knowing you had both been hurt by previous lovers. You’d wanted to say it a few times, but didn’t want him to not say it back. With a sad smile, you chalked it up to him being drunk, and soon found yourself in slumber.

How lucky am I that I get to love this girl?

I get to see that side of her that no one knows but me

When you were upset, the number one rule was to not let people see you be anything but poised. They didn’t get to see you in your moments of weakness because you felt that damaged the strong, independent woman image that you’d constructed around yourself. When Ashton found you, you were sitting in the bathtub. He could see the tension in your shoulders, smell the lavender bath salts in the air as you were attempting to cool down. You looked like you were a ball of stress, and Ash felt bad that he couldn’t do anything about it. You had seen him walk in, yet hadn’t said a word to him, which was uncommon for you. So, he left you to your bath and waited until you were ready. You found him on the couch, waiting for you. Taking a seat in the armchair, you wrapped your arms around your legs, and stared aimlessly at whatever Ashton was watching, not really caring or understanding what it was going on.

“Y/N, honey, you need to eat something.” Ashton urges as he set spaghetti down on the coffee table in front of you. You had no idea when the movie had ended or when Ashton had started cooking, but you knew he was right. Ash himself sat down across from you with his own plate, face etched in worry. You pick up your fork, and twirl the spaghetti on the fork. “Okay, that’s step one.” He jokes. “Step two is lifting it up and getting it in your mouth. Like this,” Ash says, demonstrating by putting his fork in his mouth as if you were a child. “Step three is to chew like this.” He began to chew emphatically, loudly smacking. This garnered him an eye roll, which made him feel like a kid in a candy store because at least you were reacting. You put the spaghetti in your mouth with a sarcastic smile, “Happy?”

“Not if you’re not.” He replies, shocking you thoroughly. It’s been a couple of weeks since his late night confession. He didn’t seem to remember it, and so you’d been acting like he never said anything. You look down, playing with the noodles on your plate, pushing them around. “Hey,” he says tenderly, “we don’t have to talk about it. It might help you but I’m not gonna push you. Okay?” You look up at him, gratitude and anger and sorrow all swirling in your eyes.

“Yeah, okay.” You gave him a sad smile, and tried to eat because he wanted you to. He chatted nonchalantly about his next tech-free vacation in a cabin in the Nevada mountains, complete with fishing and bonfires. You’d finished what you were going to eat, satisfying Ashton who whisked the plates into the kitchen.

When he returned you were feeling a little better, so you joined him on the couch. On a commercial, you begin to speak. “Thanks Ashton. I’m not used to this...the whole ‘someone cares when I get into a funk’ thing?” His hand intertwined with yours as you continued, “I really,” your voice began to wobble as tears threaten your eyes, “a-appreciate you being here for me, but also giving me my space. So thank you. And thank you for not making me talk about it.” You gave his hand a squeeze and tried to fight the tears in your eyes, but a few fell anyway.

“Hey,” Ash said wiping the tears, “you don’t have to explain yourself to me, or to anyone else for that matter. It’s my job to be here for you, it’s what people do when they’re in lo…” he took half a hair of a pause, “relationships.” Your eyes widened slightly, wondering if you had imagined him almost saying the L word again. You wanted him to say it again, consciously, so you could say it back. He tinged a bit pink before continuing, “It’s okay to cry Y/N, you get to withdraw. You get to be sad, you don’t have to be so damn strong all the time. And when you need someone to tell you that, I’ll be here. No matter what.” Ash pulled you into his side, wrapping his arms around your frame, kissing your temple. Internally, he was cursing himself for almost saying he was in love with you. What if you weren’t ready for that yet? He didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had. You pulled back and placed kisses on his forehead, his nose, and finally placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Thanks Ashton, I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

He tinged a deeper pink as his cheeks, “I ask myself that all the time Y/N.”

My paradise is that bedhead beauty with the sleepy eyes

My best night is any one that ends with her

You had spent the day at Ashton’s, you’d come over the night before and it had been too late to drive home. When you awoke, you were facing Ash with his arm wrapped around your waist. You took this moment to look at your boyfriend. Ashton’s eyes were closed, his eyelashes splayed a crossed his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as he breathed. His hair was a curled bird’s nest atop his head, making you smile as you remembered running your hands through it last night during a heavy makeout session. Even with the bedhead, he was still one of the most beautiful people you’d ever seen. It was more than his appearance though, it was who he was as a person. Ashton was patient and kind, he didn’t push you when you were upset. He was optimistic, trying to see the good in everything, even when the chips were down. You knew this was something he’d had to adapt and it could be hard sometimes, but that didn’t stop him. Ashton was open minded and took all facts into consideration before making decisions, a quality that is rare in a person, never mind a 24 year old rockstar. That rockstar passion of his carried over to more than just his drumming. Ashton would no questions bury a body for his friends and family. He was exactly the kind of person everyone needed in their life.

And as a boyfriend? You couldn’t ask for much more. He was attentive to you without being overbearing, listening intently to you talk about things he had no clue about or interest in. He made sure to send at least a good morning and good night text everyday. Whenever he saw something that made him think of you, whether that be flowers on the side of the road or a new notebook, he made sure to get it for you. Everything between the two of you was mutual, and talked about. You were still getting used to having a boyfriend who wasn’t just in the relationship because of the sex or the fact that you didn’t ask their every move; one who didn’t try to control you. Ashton was a breath of fresh air. The calm after many storms had hit you, and you knew a couple of weeks in, you loved him. Point blank. It scared you how much you wanted, no, needed him around; how much he constantly took up your thoughts, wondering what he was doing and he was remembering to eat and sleep properly. You’d wanted to tell him a couple of times, but didn’t know how to slip it in. Everytime you thought about saying it, you chickened out. You wished you could just say it, but you didn’t want to scare him with these big feelings you were having. But you wanted to shout that you loved Ashton from the rooftops. As he stirred awake, his eyes opening slowly, a smile when he saw you beside him, you knew you had to tell him and you had to tell him soon.

My real deal girl with her hair up, guard down, telling me what's on her mind

Ashton turned the key to unlock the door to your apartment, feeling like he’d been using your key more than his own lately. But as long as you weren’t turning him away, he’d keep coming back. You were sitting up against the headboard on your bed, reading something on your phone when he came in. You’d changed from your work clothes and were chilling in sweats, glass of wine on your bedside table. Ashton took off his shoes and jacket and joined you on the bed. You finished the article, locked your phone and turned your body to give him your attention. He took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. He looked a bit off, not his usual happy self.

“Ashton, what’s wrong bub?” Worry laced your question, he had been fine when he’d left a couple hours ago to go shower and grab some clothes from his place. He shrugged in response, fiddling with your fingers in his hand. You were confused, had you said something? Was he regretting this?

He sighed and turned to look at you, his eyes dulled. Ash was not one to hold back, so he took a breath, before speaking.

“It’s just...what are we...what is this that we’re doing?” He was making direct eye contact, making you squirm a bit.

“Um…” you hesitated, “Where is this coming from?”

“It’s just I can’t tell if we’re on the same page. If we��re in this together. What is this to you? Is this short term? Is it long term? Because if it’s short term...let me know now. I can’t risk it again.”

Your heart began to break in your chest, you cleared your throat, and move from the bed. Pacing the room as you begin to answer his question. “I don’t know about you, but I’m in this for however long you are. I go to sleep thinking about you, I wake up wondering if you’re up. I miss you all the time when you’re in the studio for days on end. I worry about if you’re getting enough sleep and if you remembered to schedule your appointment for the optometrist like you’ve been saying you would for months.” “I…” Ashton tries to interrupt, but you hold your hand up to stop him because if you don’t, you were never gonna get this out. “I feel safe with you, unguarded. Like I could say anything in the world and you wouldn’t question it. I love how open you are with your fans, and how affectionate you are with your family. I love how passionate you are with your beliefs, but not so passionate that you’re dogmatic. I love the way you listen no matter what, and you know when to back off. I love that you call me out when I’m being outrageous. I love that you pull me closer when we sleep. That you cuddle after we have sex, and you don’t just turn over. You ask if I’m okay with plans all the time. You kill the spiders that I will not touch,” this elicited a giggle from Ashton. You give him a smile and go back to intertwine your hand with his, “Ashton, I love your mind and how thoughtful you are. And apparently it’s taken way too long for me to say it when I’ve felt this since the beginning,” you rushed, “but I love you, I am in love with you and I am falling for you more and more every day.” You finished, heart pumping rapidly. The room was silent, you were sure Ashton could hear your heart’s rhythm. You nervously began to fidget with the comforter, waiting for Ashton to say something.

“Ash, can you say something? It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, I’ll be fine...I just. I can’t lose—“ it was his time to silence you, with a soft finger to your lips.

“Wait...why didn’t you say anything when I told you I loved you that night I stayed over? After the night with the boys?” Ashton inquired honestly.

“I didn’t know if you would remember and I didn’t want to tie you to something you said when you were drunk. What if you were just saying it y’know? I couldn’t do that to myself, not again…” you were rambling again and Ashton stopped you again.

“Would you hold on a second so I can tell you officially that I love you too? I love that you go on long winded rants and that you pick out all the orange and yellow skittles to eat first so that the rest of the pack is only the good flavors.” He smiles at you, making your heart warm. “I love that you fight me on things all the time and that I can come to you at any point and you’ll drop everything. I love that you let your guard down, you let me see the real you. The strong and beautiful, caring and sarcastic version of you that you try to hide. I love that you don’t start driving until you pick the perfect song, and that you sing off key to my music when you’re in the shower and you don’t know I’m here.” Ashton gets closer, stroking your cheek and making sure you were listening. He leaned in a little bit, before dropping to just above a whisper, his eyes searching yours as if looking for answers, “I’m in it for as long as you want to be, because I love you too.” You leaned the rest of the way in and met Ashton’s lips with your own. You wound your hands in his hair, as he pressed his to your back, pulling you in, trying to get your bodies as close as possible. This kiss was full of all the love that you guys had been negligent of admitting, it was hard and soft. You pulled back for air, and placed your foreheads together, giggling,

“I love you” you said.

Ashton placed kisses all over your face, eliciting giggles from you. He beamed at you, “I love you too. God am I gonna love hearing that all the time.”

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absinthehq · 5 years ago

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LUCCA BONVENTRE

TWENTY NINE. BONVENTRE SOLDIER & DRIVER.

trigger warning for death mention, substance abuse and gambling addiction.

When you’re the middle child, the weight of the world seems to lie on your shoulders. Whilst you’re not the eldest, you’re also not the youngest: you’re there, somewhere in-between, and while everyone gushes about your older brother’s conquests and your younger sister’s looks, you seem to simply exist. You exist in a quiet rebellion, an adrenaline junkie in the making.

Whilst Matteo was making progress in college as a criminal defense attorney and Violetta was learning ballet classes, Lucca was getting high with his friends somewhere in the outskirts of Las Vegas, where they wouldn’t be found by the police. Much to the dismay of his parents, he was the professional family disappointment, and to make things worse, he felt proud of it.

Although Lucca was the quickest to catch on the true family business, he didn’t join it until later on in his early twenties, when he’d assigned himself the position of a born soldier and driver to heists and small robberies alike. He was good at it – fighting. It was all that he knew: how to fight, how to drink and how to sleep with beautiful women and men alike.

Lucca didn’t want power. He wanted easy, fun, good, reckless moments. He didn’t want someone to love – but he did certainly want someone to adore him like the young god he was becoming, irresponsible and selfish, beautiful and red, impossibly red with rage for all of the things which he’d never live or witness. Mortality frightened him, because life was oh-so-very short.

That’s what Cesare’s death reminds Lucca: to be more alive, more vivid, more present. He has been more impulsive ever since, drinking harder, having moments of panic and grief, living on the edge like never before. Abusing pills and alcohol, Lucca is on the verge of dangerously hurting himself and calling it fun.

He regrets not having spent more time with Cesare, but most of all, he resents his mother for favoring his other siblings instead of him. He should have come first at one point or another – but he never did. Of course his mother has been trying to reconnect with her lost family, but their strained relationship is on her now. He doesn’t want to reconnect with anyone, and if anything, he’ll just sink his boat deeper than it ever has.

As his addictions and demons progress, his fears intensify. He aims to be fearless, free, but he’s become a jaded man in the process. The more his siblings have tried to reach out to him, the worse it has become.

There have been times when he was completely too wasted to do anything but sleep, and countless times when the Bonventre clan pondered about his whereabouts. Cesare was the glue of the family, and now that he’s gone, so is Lucca. Something which he’ll never admit to is his gambling addiction, which has gotten worse over the last couple months.

It began with something as simple as playing poker, and all of a sudden he was placing his real bets on everything, wasting his father’s money. Prior to Cesare’s death, his family promised to send him over to rehab, but now that the focus is on Cesare and not Lucca, he can finally be free to seduce and destroy like he has always done. He still calls himself the lucky one, not out of arrogance, but out of self-pity.

GLORY AND GORE GO HAND IN HAND…

Nina Collins: His girlfriend of ten months. She saw him in a vulnerable place and helped him, meeting him in the most awkward of scenarios: wasted at a bar. Nina has helped him in countless ways, but little does he know she has her own interests in the Bonventre mob. And it won’t be pretty when she betrays him just for the sake of exposing the story on the sixth page. He intends to propose to her soon, but if he finds out about her true nature, she’ll be damned.

Violetta Bonventre: The closest relative to him is still Violetta, and yet, they’re still miles away from each other emotionally: Lucca won’t let her help him, despite her several attempts to get him out of his gambling ways or his drinking habits. He knows she’s been trying her best, but he also knows she was the most favored by Victoria, whose name makes his blood boil with rage.

Chander Adhya: Chander is one of his best friends, and surely a bad influence on Lucca. He’s always there to console him, be it with money, alcohol or poker… They’ve been friends for a long time, but Lucca knows it’s time to let go before things get ugly: Chander has been partying harder lately, and each time they’re together, Lucca almost passes out.

Victoria Bonventre: Simply put, he hates his mother. It’s as easy as that. However, there’s a deeply rooted hatred that might turn into love should they ever forgive each other. It’s up to Lucca whether or not to engage, since she’s been desperately trying to reach out to him, but as of late.. it seems nothing really gets to him but the drugs and the alcohol.

THAT’S WHY WE’RE MAKING HEADLINES!

✉ SENT @ 1:54pm → NINA: i love you. ✉ SENT @ 2:57pm → CHANDER: party 2nite? ✉ SENT @ 1:32am → VIOLETTA: i’m parsitngy oka=ye

unavailable. faceclaim: brant daugherty (non-negotiable)

#brant daugherty fc #mafia rp #crime rp #original rp #rp #mw #lucca bonventre #taken: mob #taken: male #taken: all

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petri808 · 7 years ago

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Karaoke Kraze

@fic-writer-appreciation

Lucy, Cana, and Levy have been friends since childhood. Home for the summer from college they head to their favorite club to drink, sing, and just party the night away. Levy’s boyfriend Gajeel brings his friends along but Lucy’s lyrical enchantments quickly leaves his younger cousin Natsu spellbound.

Ch 4 of 10: Flirt

Ch 5 of 10: The One

“H-h-heartfillia??!! As in that Heartfillia family!”

“Oh, you didn’t know? I thought someone would have told you tonight who I was.”

“N-no, no one did.”

“Why, does that bother you?”

“It doesn’t, I was just surprised that someone of your um, social standing would be interested in a guy like me.”

She frowns. “What do you mean by that?”

“I-I mean… Well... I’m just an average guy and…”

Crossing her arms and looking away, “I don’t care about such things. Most of the guys that hit on me do it for two reasons, for my looks or my money and I’m just sick of it.”

“Hey,” he gingerly takes one of her hands to uncross them and with the other turns her chin back to him. Pausing for a moment to search deeply into her watery eyes, “Luce I’m not like those guys.

“And what makes you so different?”

He smiles, “In art class it was these eyes of yours that first got my attention.” Her body starts to relax. “They’re so bright and engaging that they just draw you in.” Sigh, he looks down, “I know you don’t remember but I do like it was yesterday. It was the second day of class and I had just walked in, you looked up from your desk and when our eyes met, you smiled at me. It…”

“I do…” she whispers. Shifting his face back to her gaze; his green eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and exhilarating delight. Now she smiles and caresses his cheek, “I remember thinking you’re the first boy I’ve ever seen with pink hair; it’s my favorite color after all... But you never tried to talk to me or look at me again...”

He runs his hand through his hair, “Yeah, I was a total introvert back then… I mean I’m still shy but back then it was worse, I probably would have fainted if I had tried to talk to you.” She giggles at the thought. “But tonight it wasn’t your eyes, it was your voice. As soon as Elfman opened the door and I heard it; ugh Wow it was so entrancing; it just beckoned at me to follow. While the others went to the bar I just kept heading towards its source and then when I saw who it was attached to, it was like a double slap; to be coming from a beautiful woman!”

“And you really didn’t know who I was?” she murmurs

He shakes his head, “You could’ve been a waitress for all I cared, in that moment you had me hooked like a fish on a line.”

“Natsu, I…”

Both their phones start pinging and blinking with messages.

‘OMG u go Grl! B Cray Cray undr covrs 2nite ;)’ –Cana.

‘N u sly dog! Hope u got protection :)- ’ –Gray.

‘Cuz, don’t do anyting I wouldnt!’ –Gajeel.

‘Oooh N, ur hands r so Big. Wht elses Big?… LMAO b ‘safe’ 2nite!’ –Levy. ‘Txt me 2morw’ –Levy.

‘Txt me later later’- Gray.

‘Advice, dominate her, women <3 when guys lead G-Luck’- Loke.

When they look up from their phones they’re cheeks are varying shades of crimson. “S-so what’d they say?” his voice cracking in embarrassment

“Um, have fun…”

“Y-yeah, same here…”

Based on their facial expressions they know that’s a lie but neither is willing to admit to it. Turning away slightly from each other to hide the messages they fire off their replies.

Group text to Levy & Cana- ‘Really U guys! I’ll call u 2morw’

To Gray- ‘Txt u 2morw, Y coverd if go there’

To Gajeel- ‘Won’t promise’

To Loke- ‘Will keep in mind’

‘XXXXXXX!!! Smooch, Smooch, Smooch. XXXX Finally!!’- Cana.

‘Uhh, Uhhhh, Uhh, MMmmm Natsu… yes, Yes, YES! LMAO!!!’ –Levy.

‘Y not go there?’ –Gray.

Group text back to Levy & Cana- ‘Seriously!!!’

‘8--- >O ;)-‘ -Cana.

‘Nah Jokn, dnt push N 2 hard K’ –Levy.

To Gray- ‘u know me’ To Cana- ‘??‘

‘Insert here’ –Cana.

Her face heats up. To Cana- ‘OMG!!’

To Levy- ‘Y?’

‘Hes a sweet <3’ –Levy.

‘Jst sad man’ –Gray.

To Levy – ‘K’

To Gray- ‘Wtvr u know y I wont…’ ‘LMAO! Grl jst b nice k, tlk 2 u in morn’ –Cana.

Sigh, “They are so crazy!”

“Hmm?” he looks up from his phone. “Who is?”

“My friends.”

On the rest of the drive back to her home, they do their best to keep themselves composed but Natsu’s faring a little better than she is considering her texts were more explicit. He puts his hand on her back instead of around her waist and softly rubs it to calm her nerves. She starts to melt into his side as it relaxes her but not in the way he intended. A permanent blush has stained her cheeks because now his touch just makes her think even more about possible bedroom activities later that night...

When they pull into the driveway, Natsu gulps; the closest he’s ever been to the inside of a mansion was watching them on television and here he was invited to one by a beautiful billionaire. His conscious mind throws up warning bells, hesitant if he really should have taken the girls offer. Events were moving so quickly and it was pushing him well outside of his comfort zone, but in the heat of the moment he just couldn’t say no to her.

As they get right up to the looming structure it is quite imposing when you’re not used to such things. He counts two maybe three floors, what may be a garden on the right side, and a multi-vehicle carport to the left. Capricorn drops them off at the front door and Lucy leads him inside. A maid greets them in the foyer, raising an eyebrow when she sees Lucy’s male guest. She asks if they need anything and Natsu just says he’s thirsty, that he doesn’t want to end up with a hangover tomorrow. “Virgo please bring us both some water in the parlor.”

Bowing, “Very well Princess.” She turns and heads off to the kitchen but not before taking a second look at the handsome young man.

Inside a front parlor, Lucy and Natsu are sitting on one of the couches side by side after Virgo has brought them their drinks. Nervous, Natsu hastily gulps his down and places the cup on the coffee table. He keeps his hands on his lap, fidgeting with his fingers. Lucy sips from her glass but her eyes are still watching him. She can tell he’s nervous but figures it’s because of who she is. “Are you okay? You seem anxious,” putting her cup down.

“Huh, um just a little… I’ve never been in a mansion before.”

“Oh,” she giggles, “It’s just a roof over our heads… Want a tour?”

“Um, sure.”

She pulls him off the couch but keeps their hands mingled. Starting on the first floor she points out the dining room, kitchen, pantry, study, library, game room, ballroom, laundry room, and servant’s wing… He’s overwhelmed by how big the place really is. “I have an indoor pool and Jacuzzi out back; the girls and I use that a lot during the winter break. The third level is an attic and storage.” Then she takes him to the second floor. “There are 5 other guest rooms on this level; each having their own bathrooms.” Finally she reaches the master bedroom, “And this is my room,” she opens the door. Up till now the situation had been benign for the most part but this; now it’s getting heated again, ‘her bedroom!’ He screams in his head. ‘Why would she…’ “Come on,” she pulls him into the room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“This room has a larger bathroom, a walk in closet, and dressing area.”

Looking around the expansive chamber, “Wow, it’s like an apartment all by itself, you even have a couch in here… and… it’s really pink…”

She giggles, “Well I told you it’s my favorite color. The rest of the house needs to appear more proper for guests but in here it’s like my sanctuary....” her voice becomes more melodic, “… and where I can have a little privacy…”

Gulp. Knots tighten in his stomach as she glances at her bed... “Um, c-could I use your bathroom, I think the water is catching up to me.”

“Of course,” she points, “Right through that door.”

“T-thanks.” He closes the door behind him and leans against it. ‘Calm yourself man, so you’re in a girls bedroom; nothing wrong with that, it’s totally normal… Then why I am I quietly freaking out! Cause you’ve never been in one before that’s not your sisters. Just go with the flow, she likes you, you like her…’ Sigh. After finishing up his business and cleaning up he lets out one more deep breath before opening the door.

She turns to look when she hears the door open and smiles. He exhales, ‘Oh good, she’s not on the bed…’ Patting the cushion beside her he tentatively walks over to the couch and sits down. When she places a hand on his thigh, he tenses slightly. “Hey just relax, I’m not gonna bite ya…” Caressing his cheek, “unless you want me to…”

“Luce…” he utters as she climbs onto his lap facing him and leans in for a kiss. Pressing his back as far as he can into the couch, “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious…” She purrs before locking lips with him again. Natsu follows his primal instigations and melts right into the moment, I mean who wouldn’t? She’s like a drug to him that once you take that hit you’re trapped by its effects. Picking up where they left off at the club, her fingers thread through his soft spikey locks and he’s wrapped his arms around her back. Her skin tingles at his touch. When he curls his fingers and grip against her bare flesh she moans out and with the surge of fervency her nails lightly scrape along his scalp sending shivers along his spinal column. His kisses turn more forceful when he bites her lower lip. A slight gasp on her part gives his tongue the opening it was looking for to explore her warm and moist orifice; such a delight to play with a fellow explorer inside.

Trailing his kisses, lips moving along her cheek and following her jawline, he pulls her hair back. She tugs ever so slightly on his hair as his soft lips suckle at her neck, nibbling against her collar bone and shoulder. “Natsuu…” long throaty groans reverberate from her and travel through his body causing a stirring bulge in his jeans that presses against her own moistening sex. Peaked her hormones kick in and drive her mind wild. Slowly she moves her hands down along his chest heading in that direction. When she reaches his waist her nimble fingers begin to undo the button…

“Wait, Luce stop.” He grabs her hands, “We shouldn’t do that.”

“Why not!” She pouts. “Don’t you want too?”

“I um… I-I just think that going from 1st to 4th on the first night is to soon; we s-should get to know each other more first.”

“Well then let’s get to know each other better…” She tries to work at the button again but he stops her a second time. Incensed she climbs off his lap, “You get me all riled up and now you’re turning me down! I can’t believe this.”

“Luce, I’m not the kinda guy to take a girl to bed the first time I meet them. I’m sorry”

“Get out.”

“What? Why are you over reacting; shouldn’t it mean something that I wouldn’t take advantage of you?”

Tears are trickling down her face. Deep down she knows what he’s saying is right but she just doesn’t want to admit it. She’s craved, hungered for him all night, and he sure sent out the same signals! She really felt that he could finally be ‘The One,’ and all that passion had led them here. To be turned down now, just felt like… like a total let down.

“Just get out Natsu, please.” The water in her eyes threatens to spill from its gates.

His heart is shattering at the sight of her tears. He doesn’t understand why she was so upset with him. Wouldn’t most girls be happy when a guy doesn’t exploit the situation? Now he wonders if he was fooled into thinking he meant more to her than just another mark on her bed post.

Tears of his own collect and slowly trickle down his face. “Luce… I’m sorry….”

Shaking, she covers her face with her hands as the tears flow down her cheeks. Without saying another word he walks out the front door and sits on the steps melting down. It takes him awhile to calm himself just enough to call his cousin, praying the whole time that he’ll answer. By this time, his own tears had become so heavy it has soaked the front of his shirt. He had really felt like this girl could be ‘The One’ and now…

“Natsu? Why are you calling me, shouldn’t you be…”

“Gajeel can you pick me up from Lucy’s?” He tries to cover it up but his cousin can hear the sniffling.

Natsu can hear Levy in the background as Gajeel explains to her they need to go. “Yeah we’re on our way.”

“Th-thanks.”

About 15 minutes later a car pulls up to the steps. In his wait Natsu had gone back to crying so heavily his eyes are completely bloodshot and swollen. He shambles to the back seat climbing in, laying down and curling up his legs.

“Oi, what happened?”

“Yeah Natsu, you and Lu seemed like you were having so much fun tonight.”

“Sh-she w-want-ted t-to have sex but I- I t-turned her d-down so she, she told me t-to leave.”

“Why they hell would you…” But Levy slaps her boyfriend’s shoulder and glares at him to shut up; she can clearly see that Natsu is already upset so yelling wasn’t the right response.

Softening her voice, “Natsu start at the beginning… Tell me what happened.”

So he does. Starting from the moment he heard Lucy’s voice, how he was entranced, to the dancing, and the kissing, then he tells her how he reacted when he found out who she was and started to get nervous on the way over to the house, he brings up art class, the make out session on the couch, ending with being kicked out. “Levy, I’m j-just not the t-type to-to-to s-sleep with a girl on the first n-night. We bare-barely know each oh-other, I-I mean hell we only l-learned each other’s last na-ames in the car! I wanna g-get to know her bet-ter b-before making that leap… I-I just don’t, don’t under-under-stand, shouldn’t girls ap-preciate that I won’t take ad-advantage of them?! Ugh.” He sobs into his hands, “I really thought she could finally be, you know, the one… but now…” He looks up at Levy, “Is she that kind of girl, did she lead me on? I mean the way she came onto me, w-was I gonna be just another notch on her belt??! I-I didn’t want to end up a one night st-stand.” He shakes his head and buries his face back in his hands, “No, I don’t wanna believe she’s like that but… Fuck! I don’t know what to think! She’s really messing with my head!”

Levy is absolutely stunned by what she is hearing, she’s known Lucy over half her life and she knew her friend has never acted like this before, hell she was surprised when Lucy asked Natsu to go to her home but also happy for her friend; she and Natsu would make a great couple. Their chemistry was just mindboggling, so why would she have pushed it to this point? Did she have ulterior motives? Was she tired of being the only virgin in their group? No that can’t be it. Levy shakes the thought from her mind. As shocked as she was about Lucy’s behavior, she also believes Natsu’s story. I mean think about it, why would a healthy male turn down a rich and beautiful woman, and be crying over it if he wasn’t telling the truth?

“Natsu,” Levy does her best to comfort him. “I believe you but no you wouldn’t have been just another notch in her belt because, well… she’s still a virgin.” Natsu looks up at Levy in disbelief. Seeing his reaction she smiles, “Lucy’s never had a real boyfriend before, she’s dated a few times but never went further than a dinner or movie. In fact tonight was the first time I have Ever seen her react so strongly towards a guy; you must have had a profound effect on her too.”

“But, but why would she get so mad about the sex then?”

“I have no idea but I’m gonna find out. Don’t worry okay, just calm down. Gajeel’s gonna take you home after I go talk to Lucy real quick.”

“Thanks you guys…” he mumbles

Levy kisses her boyfriend and gets out of the car. Virgo lets her in and tells her Lucy’s still in her bedroom. “Is that boy okay? He seemed really nice, and cute but left in tears.”

“Natsu, yeah don’t worry Virgo, he’ll be okay. It’s Lucy that was being an idiot tonight.”

[Knocking]

“Lu, it’s me Levy can I come in?” No Response. She places her ear up against the door and can hear light sobbing. “Lucy, I’m coming in.” She opens the door and sees the outline of her friend curled up on the bed under the covers.

“I don’t wanna talk Levy.” She mutters

“Well too bad cause you need to.” Yanking back the blankets she finds Lucy still in her red dress. The front is splotchy from the tears that fell and her hair and make-up is a mess; eyes puffy and red. Sitting next to her Levy puts her hand on her friends arm. “Lu, tell me your side of what happened.”

“M-my side?”

“I’ve already spoken with Natsu. He called Gajeel in tears so we came here to pick him up.”

“I-I can’t believe he turned me down! I wanted him s-so badly! I-It just built up all night till I felt like if I didn’t… I, I, I don’t know what came over me... I’ve never felt so, so intense like this over a guy! And I thought he wanted it too…”

Levy giggles making Lucy glare at her, “Lu, that’s called love. Since it’s the first time you’ve ever experienced it before, you’re not used to it. But I told you, Natsu’s a really nice guy, don’t push him to hard. He’s not gonna sleep with a girl just because; he wants it to be special.”

“But that’s the thing. I-I think he is special; he might even be my perfect match… Does he think I go around sleeping with just any guy?”

“Um, actually based on the way you behaved, yeah he did.” Lucy’s eyes are screaming ‘What!’ “You came on so strong that’s what he thought, and he said he didn’t want to be a one night stand. But I cleared that up quick when I told him you were still a virgin.”

“Oh my God you told him that!”

“Lu you don’t need to freak out because… so is he.”

“Wait are you serious?”

Levy nods, “he thought you were his dream girl too and then you kicked him out because he wouldn’t sleep with you. Now he’s completely devastated over this.”

“Well, I, I don’t care anymore. If he thought I was perfect too then maybe he should have just gave in.”

“Whatever girl, that’s your stubborn side talking. You just don’t wanna admit that you made a complete ass of yourself tonight in front of a fine-ass guy.”

“Shut up!”

“Tch, just go clean yourself up cause you’re a hot mess right now, get to bed, and think about what I said. I’ll drop by tomorrow to check on you.”

Levy stands up to leave when Lucy calls out to her, “I’m not changing my mind!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Levy waves her hand, “You’ll be fantasizing about him in your dreams tonight.” And with that last jest she shut the bedroom door behind her.

Back in the car… “So what’d she say?” Probes Natsu, hoping for a good answer

“To sum it up, she’s totally in love with you. You got her so aroused tonight that she wanted you to be her first but then you turned her down so she got upset. It’s not your fault; she can be stubborn like that since she’s kinda used to getting what she wants.”

“Sh-she’s in love… with me?!”

“Yeah, I think so.” She smiles, “I told you don’t worry, you’ll get another chance…” A devious grin spreads across Levy’s face as the wheels of her mind turn, “Oh yeah, definitely get another chance…”

#nalu fanfiction #au story #petri808 #petrischronicles #karaoke kraze

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stluciasstudentjail · 6 years ago

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UFO, photo album, microscope, psyche for Cas, Cameron, Rory, Renee, and Alister.

I got my wisdom teeth out and took a nap n now I can finally answer at least one of these 2nite

UFO

Cas: One thing noticeable about Cas is his gentle demeanor. He tries too hard to get people to like him and acts as good natured as possible, but it can come off as fake. He genuinely is a friendly person, though. He probably wouldn’t identify as any specific sexuality, not because he doesn’t want to but because he’s oblivious to the terms. He’s bisexual with a preference for women.

Cameron: He makes himself known as soon as he walks into a room, so he can easily be identified by his energy. It can either brighten up a room or irritate people. He has a temper, but settles down very quickly and rarely holds grudges. As for his sexuality, he identifies as straight but has had crushes on boys before. He’s just oblivious to it.

Rory: She seems very unapproachable, but she’s short with soft features so it doesn’t really intimidate anyone. She’s abrasive and sarcastic, especially when she’s in a bad mood. And unfortunately for her, she’s also completely straight.

Renee: She’s very open and friendly, and loves to tease and poke fun at her friends. She likes to check up on the kids every so often. When she’s irritated, she seems aloof. She’s bisexual, openly. She prefers women for the most part, with few exceptions.

Alister: He comes off as very calm and assertive, and a bit irritable. He’s honest with his friends, generally speaking. He likes to be asked for help. Usually good at staying rational outside of his own issues. He prefers women, but has dabbled in the past. He’d identify as ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (mostly straight)

photo album

Cas: One of his favorite memories is going on vacation with his family. His father was loving, but had a hectic job so it was one of the few times they’d have a lot of time together. He mostly remembers playing with Shana, and it’s a memory he’s glad he was able to bring back to the surface.

Cameron: He has a couple good memories, I guess. He liked it when both his parents were out of the house and his brother would let him do whatever he wanted (and by that I mean he wouldn’t harpy shriek at him for getting himself a snack or something like his evil mom) n they’d hang out n make fun of the infomercials on tv because god knows their parents didn’t care about cable

Rory: Her parents liked to dote on her, so she has a lot of good memories with them. Her father used to buy her a stuffed animal whenever he had to leave for a few days (hmmm) so she remembers that fondly. All her stuff is gone tho because of you know whomst.

Renee: She has very few good memories of her childhood, but realizing she could actually connect with friends and make her own family was one of the greatest moments of comfort for her.

Alister: His better memories are probably along the same line as Cameron’s. In particular, when Cameron tried to DIY a birthday present for him. It looked like shit, so he had to try not to laugh. Nice gesture tho

microscope:

Cas: May turn his sweater inside out instead of washing it in a pinch. Has a persistent cowlick. Thinks reptiles are cool. Had a dinosaur phase as a child. Reads a range of different books, and some are Not Good. Uses five sugar cubes in his tea. Has a lot of pet hair on his clothes that he can’t seem to brush off. His favorite drink is hot chocolate, and he doesn’t care if it’s instant.

Renee: She has a gentle, good natured laugh even when she’s making fun of her friends. She likes plain green tea with honey after dinner. She’ll take way too long do decide what to buy when she’s out shopping. Good at singing, but gets flustered when she’s caught. Will buy birthday gifts weeks ahead. A dog lover. Loves have her hair played with.

Rory: Used to be self conscious about her freckles, but Renee said they’re cute so she tries to own them. Loves cute things, but thinks it’s embarrassing. Spends a lot of time brushing her hair in the morning. She actually puts a lot of effort in school and gets pretty good grades. Her classmates think she’s aloof or even shy if they haven’t talked to her. She’s very athletic and has a competitive streak.

Cameron: Will hold out wearing hoodies as long as possible even if it’s a bit warm. Doesn’t have to do much with his hair. Holds off doing his homework until the last second. Falls asleep in class sometimes. Had a lot of casual dating but didn’t really want to get anywhere with it bc he’s a bit of a romantic. Can’t hold his alcohol very well. Will scratch in a fight if he has to.

Alister: Spends maybe too much time looking out for the dumb squad. Drinks a lot of coffee, doesn’t use sugar but adds milk because he thinks it’s gross on it’s own. When he does sleep he usually does so on the couch. Very attentive to his dog, but is really more of a cat person. Hasn’t interacted with most of his neighbors but knows all of them by name through their white trash fighting and knows all their drama.

Psyche:

Cas: PTSD, definitely. And some anxiety, to top it off. He has panic attacks every so often, but controls them quite well by distracting himself. If not, he’ll call someone up and talk about something completely unrelated to get his mind off it. He’s very bad at managing his emotions in a crisis, and will go into full panic mode and be pretty much a wreck.

Cameron: Sooo many abandonment issues. He’s very insecure and is constantly seeking validation. In a crisis he’ll put on a complete facade even if he’s scared and probably end up getting himself hurt just to try and look like he’s not useless.

Renee: She’ll have flashbacks sometimes, or nightmares. Usually she just tries to be close to someone until she feels better. She manages them well for herself by trying to talk herself down. In a crisis, she’s very collected and won’t usually outwardly panic.

Rory: PTSD, panic attacks, and fear of touch… oh, and a lot of nightmares. She covers it up, but will crumple in a crisis at times because she’s just a kid. She copes outwardly by being abrasive and unapproachable.

Alister: PTSD, parentification, and a lot of abandonment issues. He copes with it through apathy and sarcasm. He also has pretty bad insomnia, nightmares, flashbacks etc. He has been known to self medicate, usually with alcohol. Probably the most collected in a crisis, and has the hardest exterior to crack.

#asks #bakugosucks #ocs #writing these makes me feel bad for them all omfg #oc tag

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lady-bertrams-pug · 7 years ago

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"You love me and you know it" and ererijean? :)

Oh man this took me so long I’m sorry oTLMy only excuse is I got more than a little carried away :D

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A vacation to bumfuck nowhere in the middle of New Hampshire was about the last thing Levi ever would have expected of Eren to suggest.

Miami, yes. New Orleans. Anywhere that was queer and loud, where you could chill at the pool and go sightseeing, buy cheesy souvenirs and party all night.

But not - what was it again? - Lake Winnipesaukee. Which, frankly, sounded like mosquitos the size of your hand, bears in your yard and eerie forests to get lost in (Levi was a person who had a deep and profound distrust in anything that had a population under a hundred thousand and “rural”, to him, meant bear, cougar and raccoon infested.).

But then, when Eren, Jean and Levi all had managed the rarity of all getting vacation at the same time, Eren had mentioned his father’s cabin somewhere in the woods of New Hampshire, and Jean surprisingly had seconded it.

So now here they were, three city slickers with all the survival skills of a three legged pug.

To Levi’s immense relief, the cabin proved to have electricity and water, in addition to a beautiful view from the large windows, and an open fireplace.

It wasn’t warm enough to go swimming in the lake, but they had a canoe and managed to only sink it twice before they got the hang of it. They went hiking and neither got lost nor eaten by wolves, and even the mosquitos had average size.

There was a small town / village / hamlet (they couldn’t agree on the term) nearby with a gas station, a store and a bar & grill. That bar was where they bent their steps every night. The cabin had neither internet nor television, and although they were content to spend the evenings reading, playing with the large variety of boardgames or huddling up on the porch with hot cocoa, a telescope and a glow-in-the-dark star atlas, the siren song of good food and draft beers at reasonable prices was irresistible.

Tonight, however, Levi recoiled as he saw a new board placed on the sidewalk. ‘KARAOKE 2NITE!’ it boasted, and he groaned. All his plans for a relaxed evening over a mushroom burger and Stoneface beer, then a refreshing walk home and maybe some fireplace snuggling dissolved in the chilly evening air.

He turned on his heel when strong hands gripped his arms from both sides. “Oh no. No, no, no, no.”

“Levi. It’s only karaoke.” Eren managed to sound amused and mildly chiding.

“Look, if you guys want to have your brains dripping out the bottom of your skulls from butchered versions of ‘I will survive’ and ‘can’t stop falling in love’ and then ‘I will survive’ again, that’s your choice. I’ll go home and just eat a granola bar and an apple.”

“It can’t be that bad. And if you don’t like it, we’ll just quickly eat our grub and be on our merry way home, okay?” Jean, always the solicitor.

Eren rounded him so there was no escaping his puppy eyes. “Please? It will be so much more fun if you are there to poke fun at the locals.”

Jean placed a soft kiss behind his ear. “And we would be worried if you didn’t get to eat a decent meal.”

Oh, screw him. The two menaces that he named his boyfriends knew exactly how to pull his levers.

“Okay,” Levi grudged. “But one note of ‘Okie from Muskogee’ and I’m outta that door quicker than you can say ‘me and Bobby McGee’.”

The bar was more crowded than usual, but they were still early enough that they could be seated, and even got their by now customary booth with a view over the woods.

Sure enough, the small stage that had always been dark during their earlier visits was lit now, and a disco ball let specks of red, green and purple flitter silently through the room.

Christa, the tiny blond waitress, came to take their orders with swaying hips and a smile that was as genuine as ever but more heavily enhanced by bubblegum pink lipstick. Her customary careless ponytail had been replaced by a carefully wrapped bun.

Jean, hopeless bi that he was, was smitten. In an attempt to keep her as long at the table as possible he asked for the specials, played indecisive about the choice of beverages and finally inquired after the karaoke night. Eren and Levi rolled their eyes and bit their knuckles - Can you believe we both fell for him? Me neither - and snickered when Jean finally became aware of the death glare he received across the room from a tall brunet waitress.

“Dude, what’s her deal with me? Always giving me the stinkeye when we’re here,” Jean muttered to his companions after Christa left with their orders.

Eren shook in helpless laughter, but Levi took mery in Jean. “Don’t tell me you never noticed that she and blondie wear matching necklaces? With half a heart each?”

Eyes whipping from Christa to the intimidating girl and back again, Jean made a choked little sound that set Eren off again. When their drinks arrived, he couldn’t meet Christa’s eyes and buried his face in his root beer.

“No wonder you’re so terrible with women,” Levi remarked. “You always try to hit on the ones that have ‘gay’ written over their heads in mile high neon letters.”

Jean pouted, but Eren tapped his hand with a smile.

“Hey. But it’s good, isn’t it? Otherwise we wouldn’t have met. If you hadn’t tried to chat up my sister…”

“Oh God, don’t remind me.” The night he and Levi had met Eren was one simultaneously one of the best and worst nights of Jean’s life. Eren had stopped Mikasa from ripping him a new one and steered him back into Levi’s arms. He would have been angry at being bossed through the club by a guy who was nearly a head shorter than him, but fuck those eyes had been a goddamn distraction. Levi had, in impeccable manners, apologised for his douchebag boyfriend being such a nuisance, and neither of couple had missed how Eren’s face had sagged at the mention of boyfriend.

Still, for whatever self loathing reason that he kept to himself even to this day, Eren had swapped phone numbers with them, and after weeks of probing and pondering over the concept of polyamory, and exploring his feelings, cautiously asked to date them. Asked them, totally unaware that they were near tearing their own hair out over wanting him so much in their lives.

It warmed Levi’s heart to see him so much more at ease now with them, most doubts and fears about butting in on an established couple or of being a third wheel long drowned in the secure knowledge of being loved and cherished, of being an equal. Sometimes, Eren’s insecurities still flared up, and his boyfriends did their best to ease him through it with all the understanding and loving attention they could muster. Levi understood it wasn’t easy to come into an already existing relationship that had its own character and history, and it wasn’t like he or Jean hadn’t been plagued by insecurity or occasional stabs of jealousy too.

Relationships meant work, and poly relationships even more so, but when Levi thought of the happiness he found he would retrace every step, bear any ache again. He chewed his - delicious - burger with a smile, only paying partial attention to Jean’s and Eren’s playful banter.

A couple of people had performed a song by now, and he had to admit it really wasn’t as bad as anticipated. For the most part he could blend it out, although the version of ‘wrecking ball’ by a bespectacled brunette with gratuitous leering and lewd gestures was mildly scarring.

A lull in orders allowed Christa to climb the stage, and as she started singing ‘Royals’ she was accompanied by her girlfriend and another waitress, a pretty girl with a chestnut ponytail and a bright smile. They were good, really good, and the way Christa performed the chorus lines was no less than captivating. The first real applause of the evening was theirs. The ponytail girl took it in stride, the brunette looked indifferent, but Christa changed back from the stage act to her more timid self, smiling nervously and blushing at the praise and good-natured whistles.

She tucked a strand behind her ear, took a deep breath and rushed to remove the dishes from their table with a muttered apology. “Would you like another round of drinks?” she asked, and Levi opened his mouth to decline and ask for the tab, but Eren was quicker.

“Yes, please!” He beamed, and when he had smiled her to the bar and turned back to face his boyfriends he chose to ignore Levi’s glare. A kick in the shin effectively got his attention.

“Ow! What?”

“Didn’t we say we’d leave right after dinner?”

“But we always get a second drink,” Jean interjected. “And besides, I noticed you tapping your foot. Why not hang out a little more?” He placed a discreet hand on Levi’s knee and squeezed lightly.

Their insistence should have made him wonder, but he let it pass with a huff. The patrons were remarkably well behaved, and no truly cringeworthy acts had been performed, and if it meant so much for Jean and Eren… Lord knew they always put up with his antisocial tendencies without much complaint, and he couldn’t honestly expect them to be as content over evenings of Scrabble and Backgammon as him.

He settled back and sipped his second beer, smiling as they softly sang along with the next songs, the atmosphere in the bar slowly becoming more boisterous. Then someone started singing ‘Say a little prayer’ and okay - this was maybe his cue to take a leak because the whole bar chanting reminded him too much of a damn movie scene.

When he returned, Eren was gone.

Or rather, he was consulting with the guy at the karaoke machine. Apparently he was given a positive answer to his request, for he grinned like an idiot and grabbed the microphone. Levi sat down at their table and shot Jean a quizzical look, but only got a helpless shrug and a quietly panicked expression in return.

“I don’t know what he’s up to,” Jean stage whispered. “He shot over to the stage as soon as you were gone and I couldn’t stop him.”

A couple of soft guitar chords, then the lyrics started.

You know just what to sayShit, that scares me, I should just walk awayBut I can’t move my feet…

Eren sang softly, obviously nervous, eyes glued to the screen. There was a couple of murmurs and giggles among the audience, and Jean and Levi glared daggers.

With the chorus, Eren finally gained his confidence, his voice came out stronger, and he started to move. The giggles gave way to cheers and whistles as he swung his hips and looked up through his eyelashes.

I didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted youDon’t need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zooBy the way, by the way, you do things to my bodyI didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted you…

Encouraged by the reactions, Eren danced more sensually, ran a hand over his neck, down his torso and thigh only to let it travel back up the same way. Levi’s and Jean’s breath caught when long fingers danced inches away from his crotch, hitched the t-shirt up ever so slightly, teasingly revealing a sliver of skin. By now Eren was really into it, moved his lithe, graceful body in ways that were simply heartstopping. Sang the lyrics with a voice that shifted from playfully flirtatious to seductive and promising.

Levi swore he could feel his soul leaving his body, and next to him, Jean let out a ragged whine. Warmth spread in his lower belly, and he desperately tried to conjure up unpaid bills, tax declarations, the broken lawnmower, but every thought flew right out the window at the sight of Eren circling his butt and shooting a sly smile over his shoulder.

Jean clawed at his thigh. “Make him stop,” he whimpered. “I’m popping a fucking boner here, Jesus, this is so embarrassing.”

“Too late,” Levi hissed back, nodding down at the tent in his own pants.

Finally, the song ended, and Eren bowed and smiled at the applause before sauntering over to their table and slipping into the booth. Jean had his head on the table and refused to look up.

“Christ, Eren, were you attempting to kill us? Because you fucking nearly succeeded.” Levi was hyper aware of the heat blossoming on his cheeks.

“So, did you like it?” Eren asked with a filthy grin.

“Yeah well, we both can’t get up right now, which is frankly a little mortifying, and as soon as I can I’m going to strangle you.”

“Nonsense.” Eren looked far too pleased with himself. “You love me and you know it.”

Jean finally raised his head to join in on the conversation, and caressed Eren’s fingers lightly, treacherously gently. “Oh no, we are doing something much more fun than strangling him,” he purred. “We can’t have him starving, can we? Gotta feed him all our love. Feed him good.”

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The Stones opened Rolling Stones # 9 on Carnaby St.** Bill Wyman auctioned off many unique items for the Prince’s Trust.**Wyman’s bass used for groundbreaking records in ’69 and ’70 broke a record at $384,000. The famous amp that got him into the Stones went for $106,250 and the most expensive toilet seat cover sold at auction with the tongue logo went for $1,142. Brian Jones Rock and Roll Circus guitar sold for $704,000.

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VOTE!!!!

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In San Francisco people can order dinner and drinks delivered with a drag queen performance.

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Joaquin and Rooney had a baby that they named River.

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Real Time has been renewed thru 2022.

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The new film, No Sudden Move about 1955 Detroit will star Don Cheadle, David Harbour, Benicio Del Toro, Ray Liotta and Kieran Culkin.

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Shep Smith is back with Just the Facts on CNBC.

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The Presidential debate: Well, Good Biden moments-“You don’t panic, he panicked.” “It is what it is cuz you are what you are.” “Everybody knows he’s a liar.” Wouldn’t know suburbs unless he took a wrong turn.” “Will you shit up man?” “Get out of your and trap.” Imagine if Bernie or a younger candidate with real energy were there. Imagine someone quick on their feet because we need that. The bully style of scary clown 45 does fluster a normal person as it supposed to. Joe held his own and had real dignity though. It is hard to not respond to the President’s ridiculousness but he needs to be ignored. Trump and son both seemed like they were about 8 Red Bulls into the day with all that pent up anger. Who should be drug tested? Biden? Trump went on about forest management but most of that land belongs to the Federal government. ** I have never seen my mailperson trying to sell ballots.** Trump said that bad things are happening in Philadelphia. Biden should have showed some love for the state. He is on a tour of it now though. ** Chris Wallace said, “Why you not?” Was that a real question? 45 said, “I was a private business people.” They all had a little trouble talking. It is exhausting the way people put up with his manners. **As soon as the debate was over, the Trump army wasted no time reaching out to goons to be poll watchers. Do they know that you just can’t show up randomly for that??**Apprentice insiders say Trump abuses Adderall.

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The other day when Trump took the podium for a rant, an open mike caught a someone saying, “Oh shit” On Fox.

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For those who insist Trump is a religious man, I’ll grant you he pays taxes like a church. –Stephen Colbert

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Letterman is ready with My Next Guest Needs no Introduction. This season includes Robert Downey Jr., Lizzo and Dave Chappelle.

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There are about 9 million feral swine in this country known as super pigs.

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There is talk of Levar Burton replacing Alex Trebeck when he retires. YES!!!!

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Cigar Afficionado magazine has named CBS Sunday Morning the greatest show on tv.

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The U.S. built tunnels under Trump’s wall to let water, garbage, DDT and other toxins flow thru. Millions were spent for nothing and now millions more will be spent to address this problem that empties into the Pacific Ocean.

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Days alert: Melissa Reeves is being replaced. Is it that she does not want to commute from Nashville or that she is a bit too conservative or something else? Is it an end of Days with old side characters and replacements of the stars??** Ava is coming back, JJ is back, Eric and Sami are gone. ** Absolutely loved the pic of Abigail 1 that confused Abigail 2. Funny!!!! It reminded me of the OLTL moment during Asa’s funeral when Blair saw the 1st Blair in a flashback.

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“Smaller than expected” would probably explain a lot about the proud boys. –Andi Zeisler

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Why does anyone listen to Christie or Rudy??

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Looting isn’t part of protesting just like murder isn’t part of arresting.

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A judge has said that Florida has created an “unconstitutional pay to vote system.” This has now been overturned. What are the things that can be termed felonies to keep one from voting? The list includes releasing helium filled balloons, driving without a license, catching the wrong lobster and disturbing turtle eggs. Amendment 4 was originally put into effect to stop freed slaves from voting. But SB7066 makes sure that felons complete the terms of their sentences. The fines, fees and restitution can be hard to navigate. There must be proof before they can vote but all counties keep their own records and there is no organization statewide. Mike Bloomberg, John Legend, Michael Jordon and others are paying off millions of dollars in debt for felons in Florida so that they can vote if they can unravel some of the puzzles. Now Florida Republicans are saying that that is also illegal.

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Two thirds of the world’s wildlife has disappeared in the last 50 years.

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At our own peril, we have to step up or everything is lost. –John Batiste

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Michael Jordan will start up a Nascar team with Bubba Wallace.

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Laraine Newman signed up to be a poll worker. How do you get people to vote? Celebrity poll workers? Hey whatever works as long as the masses don’t gawk and hold up the lines.

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A refrigerator sized asteroid is headed to earth and may arrive about the time of the election.

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So the coronavirus relief funds were funneled by the pentagon to defense contractors.** What kind of a selfish fucking world do we live in? At least we know which people in this world give a flying fuck about the rest of us. Rally and fair participants, relief money scammers and mask protesters, we hear you loud and clear!!

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The Emmys went on thru the week of the 14th thru the 20th. Winners included RuPaul, Don’t fuck with Cats, Leah Remini, The Apollo, Eddie Murphy, Last Week 2nite, SNL, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, The Crown, Better Call Saul, Joseph Gordon Levitt, Archer, Hollywood, Maya Rudolph, Dan Harmon, Bad Education, Cherry Jones, Regina King, Julia Garner, Mark Ruffalo, Uzo Aduba, The Last Dance and Stranger Things. Schitt’s Creek (and practically the whole cast), Dave Chappelle and Succession took home the big ones. Norman Lear became the oldest Emmy winner ever. Letterman ‘hitchhiked’ to the Emmy’s to present an award. I was really rooting for Amy Sedaris!!

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Bill Murray and Rashida Jones will star in Sofia Coppala’s On the Rocks.** The Doobie Brothers want Bill Murray to stop using their music to sell his golf clothes.

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Danny Trejo and Jessica Tuck will star in ‘The Shift.’

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Illinois is pulling down statues including Chris Columbus. Woo Hoo!!

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13 mummies have been discovered in a well, stacked one on top of the other. The Egyptian discovery from about 2,500 years ago has been well preserved.

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Hysterectomies on immigrant women in detention camps?? Really??

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Scientific American mag is 175 years old has never endorsed a candidate but Joe Biden id their man.

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Word is that in Indonesia the anti- maskers are forced to dig the graves of the Covid 19 victims.

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The Breonna Taylor case continues with a settlement and too few charges.

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Scary Clown 45 announced he will call in to Fox and Friends every Monday or Tuesday but a host told him that they were not committed to that.** The Scary campaign put up ads with “Support Our Troops” but the problem is they are Russian troops and jet fighters.** Trump did a phone interview on Fox Sports and talked about golf.

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It is a shame that Hillary lost the election and many more of us would be alive if she were running the show. But, I can only imagine the shit they would have given her.

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Brad Pascale, Trump’s former campaign manager, went to the hospital after being taken into custody in Florida after threatening suicide.

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Just remember , 1619 Project: Good 1776 Commision: Oh my! Why do these rich old fucks want us to stay as stupid and uninformed as they are? Haven’t we been in the dark long enough? They are the fake news masters.

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Jim Carrey will play Biden on SNL. Chris Rock will be host the season 46 opener on Oct. 3. New players will be Lauren Holt, Punkie Johnson and Andrew Dismukes.

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Gulf War Syndrome is a chronic and multi symptomatic disorder that has affected military personnel from the Persian Gulf War. The DOD is resisting the strong evidence and needs more of a spotlight. The possible exposure to chemical weapons may even have been passed on to their partners through sexual contact. All of this came to light in the mid 90’s thru complaints that were told to Ross Perot. Let’s hope Tammy Duckworth looks into this further.

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Amy Coney Barrett has been nominated to the Supreme Court. Her previous statements tell us she believes the ACA is unconstitutional, abortion is always immoral and the country should undo marriage equality. She is a member of People of Praise.** If she was a Muslim and everything else was the same regarding her beliefs and associations, Republicans would call her a religious extremist and never let her step near the Supreme Court. –Wajahat Ali.** Notorious A.C.B. ?? Do they have one original idea other than new ways to cheat and steal??

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Finn Wittrock has a funny little Emmy Uber ride on Funny or Die.

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Breonna Taylor’s neighbor’s wall got more justice that Breonna herself. –Jordan Uhl

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Go Stevie Wonder!!!

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Dax Sheppard went off the wagon for a while.

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A Giant Gundom? Really?

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A fun prank would be if we stopped this from becoming a dictatorship on Nov. 3rd and whatnot. –George Wallace

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Sen. Kevin Kramer has been acting a little crooked on building the Wall.

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The Metropolitan Opera has cancelled the whole season.

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Happy Doomscrolling

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Can dogs be trained to detect the coronavirus?

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Rand Paul is an idiot. Birx and Atlas have ruined reps. Give ‘em Hell Fauci!! ** Everything Atlas says is false. –R. Redfield

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Eric Trump must testify in court about the Trump business’s a judge has decreed. The Trump biz has made about 19 billion in the last 3 years.** The world is gobbling up the news about the Trump tax returns with tales of debt, the $72.9 milliion refund and foreign influence. How does the IRS let a refund like that happen? How bad of a businessman do you have to be to lose that much $? National security threat. One of his fans will probably bail him out.

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Bet we’d all own houses if we stopped eating so much avocado toast and committed tax fraud. -Kashana

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Mary Trump has sued The President and his siblings for fraud.

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Ellen is selling off $10 mil in art.

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61% say we should abolish the electoral college.

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Wilderness of Errors is a great doc. It proves just how right the book and mini -series got it.

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The remains of the 1644 warship, Del Menhorst have been found off the Danish coast.

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Everybody is talking about Jeff Daniels in The Comey Rule. The actors were upset when Showtime was going to push back the release until after the election. The actors said they wouldn’t promote the film so the film has premiered.

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David Tennant gets better and better and now he is giving us DES on ITV. Quality AND quanity.

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Independent prosecutors are not going ahead with a case against NE Patriots Robert Craft for soliciting prostitutes.

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America has no memories. –Wallace Shawn

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Tyler Childers has released ‘Long Violent History”. Give it a listen.

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Does it seem like the administration gets a word of the week and they really push it? Caravan-Herd-sedition-looters- Antifa. It is like they all share a brain and do not have a thought of their own.

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Chris Petrovski `will star in ‘Listen’ about a young Israeli soldier.

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On a personal note, I love the way that Autumn makes my brain feel. The spring allergies are gone, the hot muddled summer thinking fades and everything opens up.

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Gubler is back and in the video for Future Islands ‘Moonlight’.

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Niecy Nash wed Jessica Betts.

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Check out the Curious life and death of… on the Smithsonian channel.

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Conan is looking hot with his grown out hair.

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I just love Mel Rodriguez and Weijia Jiang. Some people just don’t get enough credit.

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Vet’s crisis line: 1-800-273-8255

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Donald Trump is taking page out of Charles Manson’s playbook. Start a race war, then convince the public you alone can end it. He’s a lying racist piece of garbage. –Rob Reiner

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Serious Question: Would good Christian conservatives have mounted a Go fund me for Timothy McVeigh? –Michael Mckean

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Old Navy will pay employees to work the polls on Election day.

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Trump is the most effective anti -liberal in my lifetime. –Newt Gingrich

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Tommy Chong does not seem too happy with Joe Rogan.

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Anna Faris is leaving CBS’s Mom as it heads into its 8th season.

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Q Anon should take advantage of the ACA. –Joe Biden

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Word is that the White House told Federal agencies to ban race based sensitivity training. The thinking is that Un American propaganda training sessions have no place in Federal Government.

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I wish I lived in a country where John Kelly, James Mattis and John Bolton had at least half the balls of Sally Yates, Maria Yovanovitch, Fiona Hill, Reality Winner, Christine Blasey Ford or Stormy Daniels. – Andrea Junker** If only Mad Dog Mattis had the balls of Olivia Troye – Michael Mckean

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38 million Americans live in poverty.

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80 year old Sam Little with a possible 93 murders has now been called the most prolific serial killer in the U.S. and he has a photographic memory. Whoever takes this on, please let David Alan Grier play him in the movie.

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You must check out the album, the Angel Headed Hipster.

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Everybody is talking about Cottage Core.

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The Trump campaign can’t help themselves with things like playing ‘knockin’ on Heaven’s door’ and ‘Fortunate son’ at rally’s. It was like the time my Grandfathers young wife brought a purse to the funeral that boldly stated ‘Jackpot.’ True Story.

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Glenn Howerton and Seth Meyers should play brothers on something.** Also Meyers and Larry Wilmore wondered if the cancellation of Wilmore’s show was a reason for the racial unrest and terrible results of the last election. Hmmm.

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Can we remember this election enthusiasm for all future elections? We need to take things seriously EVERY time.** So many say that even with our divide, we all want the same things in the end. I do not think that is really true. It seems that in this divide, we have different ideas about what we want this country to be.

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Harry Styles has replaced Shia LaBeouf in Olivia Wilde’s Don’t Worry Darling.

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Cat Cora has filed for a restraining order against her ex- wife, Jennifer who it seems has been stalking her.

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Showtime’s The Comedy Store sounds interesting with stories like Jimmie Walker who claims that Freddie Prinze wanted to kill John Travolta.

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Maplecroft, Lizzie Borden’s last house sold for about $890,000.

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A woman ref in the NFL?? It’s about time!

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Doc Martin will end after its 10th season.

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Kelly Clarkson is being sued by her management firm.

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Pope Francis refused to meet with Mike Pompeo.

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R.I.P. Tom Seaver, Sophie Farrar, Kevin Dobson, Toots Hibbert, Stevie Lee, Bruce Williamson, Ben Cross, Diana Rigg, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, Rev. Robert Graetz, Ron Cobb, Gale Sayers, Dan Dettman, Kevin Burns, Mac Davis, wildfire casualties, Covid victims and Helen Reddy.

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For @nuciablue for the @mkrholidayficswap! I’ve had you as my recepient two years in a row so I, uh, really hope you’re okay with my writing, lol. Anyway, a dippy AU about why you should never give Umi alcohol and why Ferio is a Bad Friend. (No it’s a shipfic I promise)

Drinking with Umi somehow always wound up… regrettable. And on this, the Ryuuzaki family’s giant fly-to-the-Alps, rent-out-a-ski-lodge, relax-for-a-week annual holiday vacation, it had been no different. Until, of course, Hikaru and Fuu had lost track of Umi, who may have drank a few glasses more champagne than could be advised. They’d scoured their rooms for her and had no luck until, they checked the balcony. There, they had been powerless to watch as Umi came down the slopes on a snowboard that was decidedly not hers, that she did not know how to use, wearing her evening gown and jacket, with almost all the lights out and almost nothing to see by, and flung herself from a ramp into a snow bank.

Still clad in party attire, Fuu and Hikaru had thrown on their snow boots and dragged Umi out of the snow and into their rented car. Being the only sober driver (Hikaru still had not learned), Fuu had helped her to the car and told Hikaru to set up Umi’s room for when they returned before driving off to find the nearest ER.

And that was how she was here. She sighed, her body sagging forward in the plastic waiting room chairs, watching the door for the nurse who had taken Umi back not too long ago. Glancing at her phone screen, she saw it was 11:30 on December 24th. She was resigned, then, to be spending part of Christmas in the ER. No wonder it was so quiet. When she’d come in there’d only been on other person waiting. A young man, dozing on a chair near the back. She’d lost track of him somewhere between helping Umi register at the desk and her being brought back, and now the room was empty and it was supremely lonely. She hadn’t even had time to pack a book. She noted that she was still in her party dress and boots and she shivered, closing her eyes. Now that things were calming down, she was cold.

“It’s a little clod to not be wearing a jacket, you know.”

Fuu glanced up at the young man who’d been here before them. He was holding two paper coffee cups and a plaid fleece blanket that smelled unmistakably like car. “Well, it was an emergency, after all.”

He offered one of his cups to her, and she took it gladly. It smelled sweet and warm and, at the moment, like pure comfort. Setting the other cup down, he unfolded the blanket and dropped it over her shoulders. She sipped at the drink and enjoyed the flavor of hot cocoa just cool enough that it didn’t burn her tongue.

“The last thing you want is to be back here tomorrow morning with a cold, right,” his voice was playful and his eyes were shining with some level of mirth that Fuu couldn’t quite gauge.

“I appreciate it. We left in such a hurry, I didn’t even think of it. Are you here with someone?” She could be conversational, and honesty, it was nice to not be alone while she waited.

“Yeah, a friend.” He blushed a little, looking away. “I, uh, might’ve given him a few holiday drinks. Didn’t realize Ascot was allergic to peppermint…”

Fuu winced at that. “Will he be all right?”

“Oh, yeah. He’s fine, they’re just keeping him to watch another few hours. I saw your friend go in… seems like an interesting story.” He smiled and judged her.

“She might’ve taken a few holiday drinks of her own.”

“And then went skiing?”

“Snowboarding.”

The young man barked out a laugh that he didn’t seem to anticipate. Fuu couldn’t help but giggle along with him.

“I’m Fuu, by the way. Fuu Hououji. It would be rude to not introduce myself if we’re going to be talking.”

“You can call me Ferio.” He winked at her. “It’s nice to meet you, Fuu Hououji. It’s a shame we haven’t shared a drink elsewhere.”

Was he flirting with her? Was that a flirting wink? Fuu had gone to an all-girls school through her entire middle and high school careers, and even now, as she was finishing her first year of University, she had no idea how to handle something like that. Instead, she sipped again at her hot chocolate, avoiding his eyes.

Maybe it was from the late hour, but she had to admit he was handsome in a roguish kind of way. His hair was all tousled and his eyes were this bright kind of gold He had a few light scars on his face, and they were charming in a way. He was sprawled pretty confidently, too, wearing a too-big dark green sweater and a pair of old jeans. He was relaxed but still came off as almost, well… regal. She wouldn’t exactly mind if he was flirting with her, but… she was probably taking it wrong.

“Hm? Did I say something?”

Ferio peered at her over the cup and she jumped. She’d been silent too long. She cleared her throat and tried to ignore the blush she felt rising on her cheeks.

“Not at all. I was just lost in thought, for a moment. … It’s a shame you have to spend Christmas Eve in the ER, though.”

“Honestly? I was just going to be at a big boring party, otherwise. It gave me a good reason to get out.”

“You don’t like crowds?” Fuu tilted her head quizzically. He seemed quite charming, after all. He must be good with people.

“It’s not that. It’s just that I don’t like the expectations… besides, my sister’s the one who does all the entertaining. I’m just there out of obligation.”

“You dislike it more than the Emergency Room…” She raised an eyebrow.

“What can I say. If it gets me a conversation with a cute girl, Fuu Hououji, then I won’t say no to it.”

She almost choked on her drink, her face burning red. And she could hear him laughing over the sound of her heartbeat in her ears.

“I-I—”

“Though I have to say, the evening dress and snow boots really add to your look. You might be onto a new trend.”

“Well! I told you, I couldn’t help it!”

“Come on, don’t be mad.” Ferio nudged her, playfully. “It’s not something you expect out of someone in the ER. And you’re cute when you blush.”

“That’s more than enough of that!” Fuu wished more than anything she could learn to control the heat in her face.

The night was long and quiet in the ER, and Fuu was sure she saw the nurses give them more than a look or two as he continued to tease her and she continued to protest. But it was good natured and after a few more rounds, it was easy. Outside of shooting off a few texts to Hikaru, there was really nothing else for Fuu to do, but talk to him.

And they talked. Hours of chatter, from playful banter to a discussion of her first-year philosophy class, to moments on global politics that Ferio seemed to be particularly well aware of while shrugging it off while saying he didn’t enjoy it. Somewhere around 4AM, though, the pair had begun to drift off, Fuu sinking down without thinking onto Ferio’s shoulder. He hadn’t protested, leaning his head on hers and falling asleep not much later.

Fuu awoke to familiar snickering and blinked awake, feeling his weight lift off of her. She straightened herself and blearily recognized Umi in front of her, on crutches, with a cast on her foot.

“Cozying up to a boy while I’m in the hospital, huh?”

“Umi-san! Oh, I—” She frantically shook her head, looking at Ferio with her face red again. “I’m so sorry, Ferio, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

He only chuckled. “It’s all right. Let me walk you guys to your car.”

As Umi hobbled to the car, protesting any offerings of help, Fuu followed along, searching her bag for her keys. Ferio watched them with that same playful grin he’d had all last night right until Fuu took the crutches and packed them in the backseat of the car so Umi could shut the passenger door. Before she could get into the driver’s side, though, he took her hand, slipping a scrap of paper he’d torn off one of the hospital brochures into it.

“You don’t have to use it, but… I’m in town for the next few days.” He winked at her again and his grin widened at the sight of her blush.

She scrambled for a moment and pulled a business card from her bag. She was always told they’d come in handy, but she never expected it to be like this.

“Wait! Um—please take this.” She handed it over with shaking hands. “I’ll be busy helping Umi-san today, so please… feel free to use it.”

“I certainly will.”

She hesitated. She didn’t necessarily want to say goodbye but she really did have to get Umi home. “Maybe we’ll see each other again?”

“Hopefully.” With an elegant bow, Ferio caught her hand again, pressing it to his lips. “It was nice to meet you, Fuu.”

Words couldn’t even come to Fuu’s mind as her heart seemed to stop. He finally let her go with a chuckle.

“See you soon!” He lifted a hand as he turned to head back inside and Fuu, startled, held her hand close to her chest. He was definitely flirting with her.

She sank into the driver’s side seat, still processing and looked at the number on the paper. He’d actually given her his number? Oh, she was going to have to use it…

Umi nudged her from the passenger seat, smartphone in hand. “Hey, Fuu.”

“Yes… what is it?” Her voice was still airy and dazed.

“So, I thought that guy looked familiar and—” She held up her phone to show Fuu an article. Something about foreign royalty visiting the town they were in. Ferio’s picture, next to a girl with a crown. It was captioned ‘The Princess and Prince.’ “You exchanged numbers with a prince, Fuu. Look at you! And I thought you’d be single your whole life—”

Umi getting drunk was always regrettable in some way shape or form. And as her phone chimed, she saw his number pop up.

‘Dinner 2nite?’

A glance in the rearview mirror showed Fuu that he was leaning on a column in front of the door, watching the car with a smile on his face and the phone in his hand.

Well. It was time to get Umi home. She needed to get some sleep if she was going on a date with a prince tonight.

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Member/Pairing: Jimin x Taehyung/VMin

Genre: Pierced! Jimin AU; Nerd Brother! Taehyung AU; High School! AU; MxM

Word Count: 1.6K

Triggers/Warnings: Cursing

Author Note: A while ago I wanted to write a Pierced! Jimin AU because well...do I need to say more? I also wanted to try some new stuff on this blog so here’s my gay mxm debut. Hope y’all enjoy~

“...Anyway, he failed me because I didn’t write the paper so, now I have detention.”

“I fucking told you that guy was an asshole when you signed up for his class. ‘Wholesome, educational environment’ my ass... You’re still coming tonight though, right?”

Jimin was seated on top of the blue lunch tables of the cafeteria, back curved as he looked down at Yumi who was seated on the bench in front of him, stuffing her face with a ham and cheese sandwich from the deli.

“I planned on it,” she said before swallowing her bite, quickly leaning back down to take another one, “but I don’t know. I’m not going to screw myself over and fail his class and have to retake it next year, so...I kind of need to go so I can make up the paper, you feel?”

“I get you, ” he trailed off. Easily distracted, Jimin’s eyes roamed the seemingly endless flocks of students crowded in the food court, a look somewhere between disgust and interest plastered across his face. Only when he saw a girl coming out with a slice of pizza did he remember he had been starving all day.

“Let me get a bite,” Jimin said as he reached down toward Yumi’s sandwich and, in turn, got his hand swatted at.

“Go get your own food, loser.”

As his lips turned up into a smirk, the sun shined down directly onto his face, making his nose ring glisten in the spring daylight.

“Fuck you,” he said, jumping down from the table and picking up his backpack.

“No, thanks. I don’t like little girls.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” After grabbing his drink, Jimin began walking away from the table, slipping his sunglasses onto his face as if he was some kind of pop star. “Aye!”

Yumi looked up from her sandwich and closed her mouth, which was preparing to take another bite. “What?”

“Did you ever get around to asking your brother if he wanted to come with us?”

A few weeks ago when the idea of throwing a party first came up, Jimin had suggested that Yumi ask her little brother to come along, too.

Taehyung.

The class nerd that had straight A’s, played tennis, and read books for fun.

“Taehyung? Kim Taehyung? The 11th grader? My little brother? Why would you want him to come hang with us,” Yumi asked in complete shock the day Jimin asked her about it.

Yumi’s friends, quite obviously, were not the straight A type. More like...straight C’s and D’s...and the occasional B from Jun or Yumi in subjects that a 6th grader could pass.

“I don’t know,” Jimin had said while he laid in the grass field of the park him and Yumi frequented, “we never invite him to go anywhere with us and every time I come over to your place, he’s always in his room studying something… Seems kinda boring, don’t you think?”

Yumi, who was lying down next to him, feet toward his head (she had kicked him in the face a few times “on accident”), sat up at his statement. A look of confusion and disbelief was on her face as she thought about what her best friend had just told her.

“Bro. Did you like...smoke or something before coming here? What you’re saying doesnt even make any sense. First of all, you hated my brother when you first met him in middle school and once we became friends you still picked on him. Now, all of sudden, you feel sorry for the dude? What the fuck Jimin.”

“Look,” he shouted and then huffed in frustration before continuing. “I’m not saying he’s my best friend. I’m just saying. It wouldn’t kill you to just ask him. All I want you to do is ask, okay? Jesus Christ.”

Squinting her eyes at him suspiciously, Yumi only shrugged and replied with a simple “Okay.”

“Yeah, I asked him,” she turned around and placed one leg on each side of the lunch bench and faced Jimin. “He said no.”

“Oh… Uh, okay cool. Later. You better come tonight.”

“Worry about yourself, Chim Chim.” As a reply, Jimin simply put up a peace sign as he walked away.

“Yumi!”

“What do you want, Tae? I’m kind of busy.” Yumi rummaged through her drawers as she searched for something to wear, throwing clothes all over her room.

“Have you seen my highlighters? ...And can you like, not change in front of me, please,” Taehyung said as he covered his glasses.

“No, I havent and calm down I have a bra on. Just turn around if it bothers you so much.”

“Ugh, okay. Thanks,” he said as he turned around to leave.

In the middle of tying her shoelaces, Yumi received a message.

Hey, sorry but i cant make it 2nite. stomach ache

From: The Dork™, 10:09 PM

“Hey, Tae! Come lock the door, I’ll be back later. Make sure you eat something besides graph paper and science textbooks,” she yelled up at Taehyung’s room before walking out.

Uh...why aren’t you coming?

From: Yumi , 10:26 PM

Damn r u blind or something? s t o m a c h a c h e

From: The Dork ™ , 10:28 PM

I saw the “stomach ache” but that’s bs and u know it

From: Yumi, 10:29 PM

so y dont u wanna go dude?

From: Yumi, 10:29 PM

idk just not feelin it

From: The Dork™ , 10:31 PM

K well I’ll drink a beer for u

From: Yumi , 10:33 PM

hav fun brooooo!1!!!!!!1111!!1!1

From: The Dork™ , 10:34 PM

-_-

From: Yumi , 10:35 PM

“Did you see Min when he tried to walk on water and almost drowned in the pool?” Yumi laughed when she pictured the look on his face once he got out. Fumbling with her keys she made her way upstairs, plopping down on her bed as soon as she could.

“I know!! It was crazy… Well, I’m gonna go grab some food. I might call you later tonight.” She nodded and hung the phone up, rubbing her belly while it grumbled.

Despite almost tripping three times while going downstairs, Yumi successfully made herself a gourmet meal called cereal. As she ate at the dining table, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a pair of black boots that looked awfully familiar to Jimin’s. Same color and everything.

Hm. That’s weird.

Maybe he left them here last time he came, Yumi thought to herself. Placing her bowl in the kitchen sink, she began her retreat back up the stairs where she nearly face planted only once.

When u were here last week did u leave ur black boots?

From: Yumi , 3:29 AM

Opting to read his reply in the morning versus waiting for it, she locked her phone and threw it on the computer chair to the left of her. Just as she was about to fall asleep, eyes closed and snuggled up to her pillow, Yumi heard giggling coming from the room next door to her.

Taehyung’s room.

Tae, your cartoons seriously aren’t that funny shut the hell up and go to sleep, she mumbled to herself as she turned over and grabbed her blanket to cover her ears.

Rather than getting up the first time, Yumi decided to give him a chance to knock it off himself. The first time she didn’t say anything. The second time she didn’t say anything.

However, the third time… The third time she couldn’t help but growl in frustration as she sat up, pulled the blanket off of her, and made her way across the hall to her brother’s door. Without knocking, Yumi stormed into his room.

“Kim Taehyung! It’s like 4 o’clock in the fuc-”

She couldn’t tell if she was hallucinating at the moment, but she was positive she saw Taehyung, her little brother, and Jimin, her best friend, cuddling with each other on Taehyung’s bed.

“I… Am I insane or…”

Both Jimin and Taehyung looked beyond shocked as they stared wide-eyed at Yumi standing in the doorway, looking equally as shocked, if not more.

“Uh,” started Jimin as he cleared his throat and sat up in Taehyung’s bed, “well...you’re not insane…”

“Wait, wait, wait. You two are… You and him are… YOU DITCHED ME TONIGHT FOR HIM?!”

“Yeah… Sorry about that I would’ve told you b-”

“I can’t believe you guys kept this from me. How long has this even been going on,” Yumi asked, shifting the weight on her feet and crossing her arms over her chest.

“About six months, right,” Taehyung answered as he looked at Jimin, who was fiddling with the jewelry hanging from his lip (a nervous habit of his), for confirmation.

Scoffing at the situation and her own cluelessness, Yumi was still thoroughly speechless. For a few awkward, silent minutes, no one said anything. Taehyung and Jimin couldn’t help but stare at Yumi, who was clearing trying to make sense of the situation as she furrowed her eyebrows and bites at her nails while staring at the ground.

Her sigh is what breaks the thick, silent air.

“Look, I just came in here to tell you to shut up but, obviously, this,” she motioned toward Jimin and Taehyung, “wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“Yumi, we can expl-”

“First, there’s nothing to explain. The situation is pretty clear since most guys don’t hold hands and cuddle in each other’s bed unless there’s something going on. Second, your relationship doesn’t bother me, although I would’ve liked to know about it. I’m not mad at you,” she looks at Taehyung and then at Jimin, who she shoots a glare at, “...two.”

Yumi turned around to begin walking out of the room and stopped just before closing the door.

“And stop giggling so loud. Some people do enjoy sleeping,” she said and then closed the door after.

“...well, that d-”

“And good night, losers,” Yumi yelled across the hall before closing her bedroom door.

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