#I'm gonna read peanuts and then deal with tomorrow

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I'm in severe pain cause of endometriosis right now, can we get more loganxwadexdisabled!reader :3

"Out fucking cold," Wade declared.

Logan grunted, nodding wordlessly. He knew that. He could hear the change in your breathing once the medication kicked in. And again when sleep finally won out.

"You okay, Peanut?"

"Sure. Just glad she's not fucking screaming anymore."

"Pretty sure the screaming was mostly frustration," Wade hummed. "I had days like that where I just wanted to scream because it fucking hurt and there was nothing I could do about it."

In the dark of the bedroom Logan readjusted to be able to see both of you. Wade had a hand in your hair still, watching you with an expression that was hard to read. "And she can't even remember not hurting like that- I don't think."

Logan put his hand on top of Wade's and Wade smiled wryly, "If she could fight we'd be fucked."

"Probably," Logan snorted.

"Looks like you get to be all big and bad and tell her boss she's staying home tomorrow-"

"Good luck with that."

Wade grinned, "I had to double her fucking dose. Tomorrow morning she won't even know what day of the week it is. We could tell her it's Saturday and she'd probably buy it as long as I make pancakes and no on turns on the news."

Logan huffed a laugh and laid his hand on your back when you stirred in your sleep, making a soft little whimper that made him wince. "She's gonna be pissed."

"But she'll feel better," Wade said confidently. "Naps, kisses, and having hunky guys at her beck and call? If that doesn't fix some shit I don't know what will."

"Not a goddamn nurse-"

"Me either, Logi-bear," Wade reminded, "But-" He looked down at your sleeping form meaningfully. "Who else is gonna do it?"

A soft growl was the only answer but, he knew that it was true. You needed rest. Bad pain days were exhausting. They'd both seen you come home looking dazed and drained- like it took all your mental energy just to deal with it. But it had never been LIKE THIS. You'd learned to manage.

But this scared him. Scared them both.

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In the morning, when you did wake up, Logan peered around the bathroom door and watched you carefully.

You sat up slowly and had to get your bearings. Eyes are half-open and still red. And his chest hurt. He wondered how many mornings you'd had to do this alone.

"How do you feel?" he asked, wiping shaving cream off his face and coming over.

"Like I got hit by a truck," you rasp.

"How's the pain?"

"It's there," you tell him, starting to get out of bed. You have to move. Your head feels like it's full of cotton. Your mouth feels like you were licking bowling alley carpet. And You're starving. "But I gotta get ready and-"

"We called you in," Logan said.

"But I gotta work and I need to get my stuff done today so I can-"

"Your boss was more than willing to give you a day off," Logan said, waiting to catch you if you wavered as you tested your feet on the floor. "You over did it, yesterday, huh?"

"I was fucking mad. It's just so fucking stupid. Every fucking year-"

"Hey," he stopped you and tilted your chin up. Bending down to kiss you gently. "don't hurt yourself just to prove something."

"Pot-"

"It's different," he grumbled.

"It's really not. I just don't heal." You take a deep breath and haul yourself to your feet with a groan. He watched you go, making your way to the shower and frowned. But he let you go, keeping an ear out in case you needed help as he went out to find Wade.

"Mornin' Peanut," he said, "How's our patient?"

"Getting a shower," he said frowning as he poured a cup of coffee.

"Someone's been dick slapped with some reality this morning," Wade said kissing his head, " 'S'matter, Logi-bear? Did our girlfriend just remind you-"

"Shut up," Logan growled. It was different. No one expected you to do all that shit. Sure you COULD. You weren't helpless. Or as fragile as he thought when he first met you. But- it was different.

"That's a yes," Wade hummed, kissing his head.

He growled and Wade huffed a laugh; both of them paused for a moment when there was a clatter from the bathroom and Logan half shrugged, "Shampoo bottle."

Wade nodded and carried on, putting food on the table; fussing with details. Making sure that there were pancakes with hearts on them for you and grumpy faces for Logan.

You come out in fresh pajamas and Wade bounds over, tilting your chin up and kissing your face, "She lives!" he declared. "And she looks like heaven."

"I feel like death warmed over."

"Well you'll feel better with pancakes," he said, "and hot chocolate."

"I'm gonna go into a sugar coma," you tell him, pulling him down to kiss him.

"You can't be in a coma," Wade said, "we're educating Logan on pop culture today. And you have a full day of pampering ahead of you-"

"Wade I'll be okay I just need-'

"Ah-ah-ah," he said, guiding you to the table. "This is for us," he explained. "We're traumatized. And now you just gotta let us get it out of our system. And I prefer to do it by making sure you're spoiled. Logan would probably fight your spine if he could figure out a way to do it."

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You Broke Me First

Part 29

I keep messing up names but nevertheless we persist even though I am so disgustingly embarrassed and want to never write again lmao xx

Zoe wiped her brow with the back of her hand, sighing as she looked at the mess that was in front of her.

She was at Cillian's new home, surrounded by boxes, packing peanuts, open tool boxes and men putting together furniture. She was aware she had to be here for the deliveries, but she didn't know she had to tell them where to PUT the furniture. She did her best to arrange the couch and coffee table nicely in a way they would compliment the shape of the Great Room, but she was still hesitant in if Cillian would like it. She figured she would facetime him later when he was free and show him, and she can move it herself.

"All set, ma'am," The delivery man said, walking up to her with a clipboard. "Just need your signature here. Here's your receipt, your warranty, and bottom copy is yours for your records."

Zoe took the clipboard, went to sign and hesitated. The line she was supposed to sign on had CILLIAN MURPHY below it.

"Uh.. Should I..?" Zoe started, pointing at the line with her pen. Does she sign her name?

The delivery man looked over and smiled. "You can sign your name on his line, no worries. Happens all the time, we deal with a lot of assistants signing for their bosses."

Zoe signed, and handed the clipboard back before realizing what he said. "Oh, I'm not his assistant, I'm.. I'm his girlfriend," He said, voice drenched in doubt. That's what she was, right?

The delivery man took the clipboard from her and nodded. "My apologies. Let me know if you have any questions, have a good afternoon," He said, before grabbing his toolbox and walking out the door, followed by his 2 helpers.

Zoe followed them and closed the door behind them, locking it. The alarm guy was supposed to come by around 2pm, which left her a couple hours to herself in the house. She went to go get Scout; who was barricaded upstairs so he wouldn't bother the men putting together the furniture. He made a beeline for the living room, sniffing out the new couch. He promptly hopped on it and stretched out, which made Zoe laugh. She took out her phone to snap a pic. She promptly sent it to Cillian:

zoe: someone likes the new couch.

cill: Lucky bastard. Dog has the life. cill: I miss you. I wish you came with me. Zoe: I miss you too. how was your flight? Cill: It was fine. was gonna try and sleep but Hannah was talking my ear off about all the stuff coming up. Heading to hotel now to relax, have a read through later this afternoon, then i'm free. Start shooting tomorrow, i'll order room service and go over the script tonight. Zoe: can you squeeze in a call later on tonight? Cill: my entire night is based on squeezing in a call with you. Let me get settled and I'll touch base with you later. Zoe: :) sounds good. I'll talk to you later. Cill: Hey - Zoe: ? Cill: I love you. Zoe: :) I love you too.

She said it. She said it!

Didn't she? Technically, she did.

She put her phone away and plopped down next to Scout. She looked out over the sea of boxes, plastic, packing paper...just a mess. She looked over at Scout, who was fast asleep, and sighed yet again.

"Might as well be productive," She said to herself as she opened her Spotify and cranked up the volume.

about an hour later, the phone ran and interrupted Zoe's dance session in the kitchen. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking it was Cillian, but it was just her sister.

"Hello?" She said, putting it on speakerphone.

"oh hi, is this my sister? the one who was supposed to call me and her niece last night and the night before???" Jen yelled.

oh shit.

"Crap. i'm sorry Jen, I have so much happening -"

"What is going on with you?" Jen cut her off. "You used to call all the time to talk to Soph. Miss a day here and there, fine. but come on, man, don't tell her you're gonna call and then don't, because I'm the one who has to deal with her crying."

Double shit.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I feel like shit. I'm sorry. Is she around now?"

Jen sighed. "No, she's at ballet practice, I wanted her out of the house so she didn't hear me ripping you a new asshole"

"Give me a break, I have so much shit going on here I'm forgetting everything, it's not just you guys, I'm forgetting deadlines at work, I'm forgetting where I put stuff, it's like I have amnesia." Zoe snapped, wiping down the counter.

"What is going on?"

"I'm helping Cillian move into his new place while he's gone."

"Gone? Gone where?"

"He's filming. He bought a new house, I'm here and arranging the furniture deliveries and unpacking and shit."

"..Zoe.. why?"

"Jen... because I want to?"

"Zoe what's going on between you two? I thought this was a contract and it's done now so you guys are done."

"I know but.. we are still together. I don't want to talk about it." Zoe said, trying to shut it down. She could tell Jen was going in protective sister mode. It wasn't needed.

"Zoe, don't be blinded by anything. Be realistic-"

"Jen you don't get it. You dated the same guy since high school, can you please back off and let me be happy for once?" Zoe snapped.

"Fine. Fine. But just know if he hurts you I'm kicking his ass back to Ireland."

"I'll give you 10 bucks if you can point out Ireland on a map." Zoe laughed.

"I don't care. I'll use google maps."

Cillian put down his glass and looked for the bartender, hoping he would notice him. He desperately wanted to go upstairs, call Zoe, and go to sleep.

His plans were altered by Hannah. She wanted to grab some food at the hotel bar after the script readthrough to go over schedules. Cillian said he didn't understand since he already had the filming schedule, but apparently there was press that had to be done in between.

"I also have a dinner scheduled for you with Lizzie Hughes," Hannah said, downing the rest of her wine as she closed her planner. "It's scheduled for this Friday at 8pm."

Cillian gave her a look. "Sorry, who's that?"

"She's a new model for Versace. We just signed her as well, she's blowing up and she's in talks to be casted in the new Wicked movie."

Cillian was still confused. "Okay.. does she have a role in Peaky this season, or...?"

"No, no role."

Cillian was annoyed. "Okay, so what am I supposed to be doing with her over dinner?"

"I just thought it would be nice! Get you out there-"

"Get me out there? What are you talking about?"

Hannah spoke carefully. "You know, with the breakup, get you out there dating again."

"Hannah." Cillian spoke firmly. "We are not broken up. We are still together. In fact, I was supposed to call her, so if you'll excuse me," He said, getting up from his barstool.

"Cillian, you can't be serious about this girl. She's a nobody. She's not going to help your image -"

"Hannah," Cillian said, now angry, spinning around to face her. "She's not a nobody. She's Zoe. and I love her. I don't give a fuck about my image. If you have a problem with that, I told you -"

"I got it, I got it," Hannah said, internally rolling her eyes. "First call is tomorrow 8am. I'll come get you? I'll grab you some tea," She said, trying to change the subject.

Cillian stared at her, then just turned around and walked away. He was entirely too tired for this, and just wanted to go talk to Zoe. Well, he wanted to go home, but talking to Zoe was the next best thing if he couldn't go home to her.

Hannah watched Cillian get into the elevator with the doors closing behind him. She sighed and put her head in her hand, frustrated.

Hannah's goal was to have the most elite client list in the industry. She had a fantastic portfolio, managing the best of the best and churning out the juciest stories to the tabloids, wether they be fake/PR or not. She did what she had to do to push her clients to be the best they can be. In turn, it was more money in her pocket and more face recognition amongst her peers in the industry, earning her more respect.

Cillian dating a loser journalist was the complete opposite of what she needed him to do. Him dating her wasn't anything scandalous, but it was like an annoying mosquito that wouldn't go away, no matter how many times you swat at it. Hannah hated things getting in her way.

She hated annoyances and pests.

She definitely hated bugs. That's exactly what Zoe was to her, an annoying, pesty bug.

And what do you do with bugs?

You squash them. And that's exactly what Hannah planned to do.

tags: @lau219 @borntodiemp3 @shopgirl6us @cillianmurphyvevo

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Falling into place

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

Finnegan texts me on Monday morning telling me we got the house.

He asks if there's any way I can possibly be there for the home inspection on Tuesday.

He can't get away and I'm off work so I obviously do it.

Besides, they could tell him the roof was caving in and he wouldn't reconsider so it's good for me to be there.

The house passes with flying colors.

We need a new outlet in one of the bathrooms, they inform us that the roof is in fact going to need to be replaced in five years or so and the attic could use more insulation.

I'm glad we go up and I get to see the space.

It's actually huge and I can stand up and stretch my arms up in quite a bit of it.

All in all, that's nothing Finnegan can't deal with so he signs his life savings away and he has a house.

He's closing in a week and a half.

I panic but Finnegan reminds me that we don't have to be living there then, we just can.

We can move in slowly or even wait a bit.

He's decided that he wants to get painters in to repaint a few rooms and that buys me some time.

I still have to work for three weeks before Peter shuts down the garage.

I have some time to get started on packing things up but there's no way I'll be ready by then.

Finnegan gets me the name of a rental company and I meet up with an agent who walks through the house and tells me what they do and don't do and for how much.

She tells me what she can get for rent and it's plenty, even with their fee, to pay the mortgage.

Things are falling into place.

He's actually home when I get back from the garage on Friday and he declares that he'd like to go furniture shopping over the weekend but first, right now, he wants cookies.

"Is there some place around here that we can get some?" he asks after I kiss him.

He has his zoo elephant on the couch, cute rainbow undies on and anime is playing on the TV.

Even I can read those signs.

"Um, are chocolate chip ones fancy?"

He's funny.

"No. Did you eat dinner?"

He sighs.

"No, Emmett. Not yet."

Oh that pout is mighty.

He looks so sad. 

"I want cookies."

"Stop, you're adorable. How about this? I'll make cookies if you eat something healthy while I do. Hummus?"

"Yay. Deal."

I pull out some carrot sticks and crackers and the hummus and he carries everything over to the table.

"Are you really gonna make me some cookies?"

"Yeah. Pretty sure I have everything. Wait, how about m&m cookies? I don't know if I..."

"Yes."

I have chocolate chips.

Alrighty, m&ms it is.

I know I have a few bags stashed around here somewhere.

"Emmett? The hummus is icky."

I look over and ew... it is.

I grab it up.

"Sorry darling. Let me find you something else."

"Peanut butter and jelly?" he asks.

That I can do.

"Toasted please."

'Fine. Stinker.'

I cut it diagonally and slide it over.

At least I was smart enough to take the butter out already so it's softening.

"Yum, thanks... and Emmett?"

"Yes?"

"You gonna let me lick the bowl?"

'Oh yeah... I'm going there.'

"I always let you lick, babe. Now eat your sandwich."

He eats half and I'm finished smashing the butter and sugar together before he speaks again.

"I'm glad it's Friday."

"I'm sure you are. It was a long week."

I barely saw him and I'm really not exaggerating.

I'm not even sure he came home Wednesday night.

"I have to work and we'll go shopping tomorrow but I can be Little Finn tonight, right? Can I?"

The poor thing.

I go over and kiss his forehead.

"Of course, Finn."

I'm stirring in the m&m's when he brings his plate over.

He peeks at what I'm doing and then steals the bowl from me.

"Finn."

"I want cookies."

"They're not cookies yet, that requires cooking. See? Cookies? Cooking. Even sounds the same."

Huh, I just realized that.

Actually though, you bake cookies.

Too complicated for me right now, I need to get the cookie dough back.

At least most of it.

"No. I'm gonna lick the bowl. You said I could."

He's backed himself into the corner with one arm wrapped around the bowl like it's a live grenade and he's sticking two fingers at a time in and licking the batter off his fingers.

"Seriously?"

My hands sort of wave... I'm not sure why.

"Don't I get any?"

"Course. You made them. I'll share."

But he's not sharing.

"In one minute."

He can eat a lot of cookie dough in a minute and he does.

The poor boy is going to have an upset stomach.

I try to give him a rather authoritative stare and he passes the bowl back.

"It was so yummy. Sorry."

"Can we make some cookies now?"

I have to get the sheet pan out of the cabinet and I'm worried he'll run off with the bowl again.

"Yep and popcorn?"

I'm getting nauseous just thinking about the stuff he's putting in his stomach tonight.

"Wanna watch a movie. Please?"

A movie sounds good, actually, I'm tired.

"Alright. You go pick something while these cook, okay?"

"Okay."

Such a brat.

I've figured it out though, well, I'm noticing a pattern.

When he can't be Finn for awhile he tends to be more bratty and insistent.... I guess because he's missed it.

He knows he only has a short window tonight and he's trying to make the most of it.

As long as he doesn't puke all over the living room it'll be fine, it really doesn't bother me.

Furniture shopping tomorrow is gonna be interesting.

I realize that I don't actually know what his style is... I've only seen him in a furnished apartment.

As long as I can really have my recliner couch I'll be okay.

And a comfortable bed, that's a must.

I'm sure I can swing those two things.

I need to find out what color he's painting the master bedroom but I can't ask tonight.

I don't want to mess with his headspace.

I slide the cookies into the oven, set the timer and grab a bag of popcorn to toss in the microwave.

I worked my ass off all week to make sure he had healthy lunches and dinners 'mostly leftovers in the fridge by the time he got home' and now he's eating crap.

He really is splurging tonight but if this is what it takes to get him through another week I'm happy to do it.

I put the remaining cookie dough in the freezer so I can make him some cookies for his lunchbox next week... he'll enjoy them and I can ration them out.

"Emmett?" he calls from the living room.

"Hurry up. I miss you."

I can't help but smile. 

"On my way, grasshopper."

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I'm sorry, I just need to get things off my chest, again. If I had my therapy session sooner rather than waiting over a month for it, it would've been helpful. Alas I have no choice but to wait and with no one to turn to, I'm gonna talk into the void.

I am completely mentally drained and exhausted in all sense of the word. I don't think it's been this bad since 2018. Honestly I think this time it's much worse. I rarely get out of bed unless I need to do something important or forcibly drag myself out. I can't sleep at night and sleep most of the day when I'm allowed to, well unless I'm dealing with a nightmare, which has become my daily hell. Trust me when I say I would rather dream of Michael Myers, Freddy Kruger, and Chucky chasing me than the dreams I've been having. I've been eating a lot of chocolate just to feel some kind of joy.

I don't have anyone to talk to. My mom has never been a reliable person to talk to about this stuff because she's too judgemental, doesn't get it, is too stressed out herself, or she makes me about herself like, "Oh if I can do it, so can you so you have no excuse." My friend is busy with her life and I don't feel comfortable telling her stuff like this when she's already dealing with so much. And in general I've just been feeling ignored and pushed to the side like I'm not there, like my voice doesn't matter.

All of this is starting to affect me physically to the point where I feel pain in my chest and feel my blood pressure spiking and my stomach churning from how stressed out I am. And no matter how much I try to distract myself, do all the breathing exercises, and practicing mindfulness, it hasn't worked. Hell I almost passed out in the store today from how bad it was. And I know I need to find a way to fix it, especially with surgery two weeks away, but man has it been hard.

And I know this is going to sound sad and pathetic, but literally the only thing keeping me going is Gilbert's route being released in EN soon. I'm remembering I had an attempt back in December '22 and the only thing that stopped me was that I didn't get Gilbert's 5 star card when they officially dropped in EN and I wanted more opportunities to try and win it. Then it turned into I wanted to read more stories about him, then wanting to read translations of his route that was released in JP, and now I'm trying to use his EN route release to keep moving forward, even though all I want to do is give up. If it keeps me alive, why not? Not that I'm heavily depending on a fictional character to keep me above water, just that he's part of the little pieces that give me motivation to keep going. I also want to see the surgery through and recover and hopefully feel better enough to have a new life, I want to find a good job that pays well so I can have more income to help out and do more things that I want to do, I want to make more cosplay, draw and write more, create that custom Emma doll, wear the pretty dresses, travel at the very least out of my city/state, make it to my 30th birthday, find more GF and dairy free snacks I can actually eat, read more romance books, and so on. Even if I'm on my own in all of this, if I can use these things to hold on, I'll try to keep pushing forward.

For now I'll have my good cry, eat my chocolate peanut butter cups, take a shower, and hope that maybe God will grant me mercy and make tomorrow a much better day for me.

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We are not just friends —Part 14

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.  

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually) 

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally. 

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"We haven't spoken on a while, I hurtled him, he was in love with me and I told him all that awful shit," Sofia answered Mandy when she asked if she's been talking to Chris. "Never apologized properly and basically broke up over a text. It's okay though, it's the best for him."

Mandy stayed quiet for a bit, looking at the road ahead while she drove to a doctor's appointment, there were going to get the baby's gender and she was going to keep the secret and go the whole baby reveal the gender. 

"I think he's seeing someone," Mandy told her and Sofia blinked. 

"Oh," 

"He's coming over this weekend, to the party." 

"Oh," 

"Say something more than oh?"

"I don't know what to say, alright. I can deal with it, I'm a big girl." Sofia said as her hands just started sweating out of nervousness. 

"Sure, looks like it. Big girl fucking sweating," Amanda pointed out and Sofia gives her a look. 

"Thanks for letting me know though," She said and sigh. "I'm getting so fucking drunk, I love you but I'm gonna be hammered enough for people to avoid me." 

"You can deal with whatever you want to, baby. I'm giving you a free pass," Amanda told her. "Dad still pretty stingy about me pregnant, so he's probably gonna be there drinking with you."

"He's excited, but he still sees you as your little girl, I mean, he probably it's picturing Luke cumming inside you." She laughed as Amanda hit her. 

"You're fucking disguising, ugh!" She punches her in her arm and her leg and then laughed. "It's probably true," 

They laughed together and after they leave the appointment Sofia couldn't stop crying when she saw the little peanut moving inside of her best friend. 

"Oh my fucking God, I'm so fucking emotional," She was sobbing as they climbed the car once again. 

"Don't you dare to fucking say it," Amanda threaten her as she started the car. "Don't, don't. Or yes, oh my fucking God tell me—" She turned to look at her. 

"You made me promise, I can't—you tell me this was gonna happen." Sofia laughed as she wipes her tears. "It's only two days, you'll be fine," She waves her off. 

"Two days, I can do that. Yes, sure. I can." 

~~~

She hasn't really had time to sat down and process what Mandy had told her in the car, Chris coming and he's seeing someone, that she thinks he's seeing someone. 

She was sitting cross-legged on the fluffy carpet as she eyed her cellphone, old messages between them still there and she types a 

—Hey Chris, heard you're back 

She didn't press send, it was just sitting there. Staring back at her, bold black letters getting bigger. 

"I shouldn't, God I shouldn't." She said to herself and grabbed her phone and deleted the text, reading the last text he sent. 

—I'm doing good, Sof, thanks for asking. 

God, that was cold and made her cry, I deserve it. She never went around to answer him, he never texted something else, that was two months ago. 

"What I'm doing?" She asked herself she read and still re-read the text. "He's seeing someone," 

With a sigh she let her cellphone on the carpet and get on dressing herself for the party, it was the engagement party slash gender reveal, so it was a huge thing. Everyone was coming, friends, family. 

She started drinking while getting ready, she was officially living alone for the past month because Mandy was living with her soon to be husband as she should be and she was pregnant, closer to her parents and Luke's family. Everything was going so great for everyone else and she felt like shit for the past four-month, depressed was an understatement.

Still, she made the party just in time. Carrying the cake she made with the stupid pink or blue gender reveal. Heels clicking on the floor as she made way between the people, stopping every two seconds saying hello to someone. 

It was draining, she wasn't in the mood to speak with everyone. Her hands were sweating as she played with the hem of her pretty pink bodycon dress and locked herself in the mirror, stressed, depressed, and about to see the guy you broke his heart and know she's probably in love with him. 

"Fuck my life," She mutter at herself in the mirror and grabbed the beer she was nursing, officially she was tipsy. 

More people were coming in and the place was slowly but steady was getting crowded, music was playing on the background. Sofia spotted Amanda and Luke, speaking with people kissing and hugging each other. She couldn't help but smile, they so deserve each other. 

"Holy shit," She heard a voice, and a pair of hands slide on her waist and pulled her back. "You look fucking gorgeous, never knew that pink was your color." It was Scott, placing a kiss on her cheek as she laughed. 

"Never used it, guess is a special occasion," She smiles posing at the same time. "I'm so glad you could make it," 

"I told you I'll be here," 

"Yeah, he's here isn't he?" Sofia asked and Scott changed his face for a second. 

"He is but he didn't come alone," Scott said as Sofia looked at him. "I was very vocal that he shouldn't come with her because it wasn't fair to you and it's very recent but she was supposed to go back to LA this afternoon but her flight got delayed for tomorrow morning—" 

Sofía ears were ringing as Scott keep explaining how Chris came with another woman, this is it—whatever little figment of hope that maybe Chris felt something for her still was light on fire, destroy. It was gone. 

"Okay," Sofia said looking at him. "It's fine I don't care." She shrugged, she did care, she obviously did care. "You want a drink?, I need a drink and there are these little things," Sofia made a gesture. "They're tiny but delicious."

Scott was amazed at the state of denial she had quickly reach, of course, he was going to play along. This wasn't the time to get her to talk. 

~~~

It was hard for not seeing her in the crowd, little pink dress running around always with a drink in her hand. Chris felt his stomach turn around all the time he catches sight of her. 

"Hey maaaan," He heard Luke's voice calling him and Chris smile, giving each other a hug. "Mandy is mad as hell, you prepare yourself." Luke laughed and Chris sigh. 

Oh he knew, he knew. 

"Yeah, I gather she'll be…" Chris said and looked at the girl beside him that was mingling like a pro, chatting with people.

"Chris!," Mandy said with a smile appearing from nowhere, the smile was there but the murderous look couldn't be hidden. 

"Hey Mand, looking good as ever," He embraces her and she whispered on his ear. "I'm going to fucking kill you," She laughed and grabbed his arms. 

Chris grabbed her hand and walked her to a little more private part, they needed to talk this out. 

"I didn't want to bring her, she wasn't even supposed to be here. I'm sorry," Chris said and Mandy looked at him. 

"I understand that I do. And it's okay, you don't wanna be an asshole she probably doesn't deserve that but," She took a breath." but not long ago you were crying in my fucking couch of how much you love that girl over there that's barely holding it together since all of this exploded, crying at every stupid thing and dealing with her guilt,"

"She broke out with me over text, Amanda. Basically told me that I wasn't important enough, didn't want to talk things out. She ended it," 

"She's in love with you. Sofia is in love with you and she doesn't know how to approach you to talk things out. She's awkward because she wants to do things right by you, dude." Amanda explained and Chris put both hands on his head,  "And them me being pregnant, getting married and I moved out. I know she's happy for me and it's rooting for me but there's a lot of change," Amanda said wiping her tears. "I know she feels left out and now you showed up to my engagement party with someone else while my best friend is literally trying to get it together." 

"Baby, we gotta keep going," Luke appeared, and Amanda sigh, walking away with her fiancé. 

~~~

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We're racing around and doing things like Brian does no we are telling him to go to hell he's a dead man he's going to die tomorrow cuz yeah he goes up to the starkiller tries to hit stuff including Port Charlotte our friend here shows up and us you can see him in the window and tells him to go screw climbs in changes it it's a whole bunch of death stars lives it on Corky cookie jumps off the ledge he's not even in the control room he is responsible for it because people assume that he changed the targeting from the ground now everything's already in writing people can see what happens to him and his crew of skeletons except for Jenna and Lily some really duck. And for the war he's not a pervert and he can't stand you too but your men keep on pushing you to be way past it so much so that nobody desires you and then they don't cuz they've got cloning and they stick in your face every minute being serve a bunch of idiotic assholes you shouldn't be near anything like that hardware yeah it's over there in Oregon by the way and they're ruined it for an important reason we don't want you near us get away from us take your gimp and f****** get out of here or fry

We see tons of you dying

Gigantic droves of your people. And the look on your face and what you sound like cuz you could care less you just sit there harassing our son for a pack of peanuts or something and we kill you because we don't want you doing it and we don't care what it's for they wanted to come homeless or hospital-bound and homeless and all this other s*** coming out of your mouth because you think you get stuff like harassing him we're going to prove you wrong tomorrow he knows what's going to happen Brian will be dead finally and The mask happened years ago many years ago it says it didn't it's just not him Spider-Man approved it I'm tired of him going after the mall because he has to copy mack.

The ships go up you go up on them all you do I need to go up there cuz if it is he went over there once already and nothing happens gonna do it again. This time we don't want to make it no someone on your side since it's putting a hit on me cuz you can't stop the smell it would have been perfect had he not said that wouldn't it tell me if seriously dude that's kind of like a deception if you have let it go but you didn't as the a****** more like ran you around me do I read push you up until it everyday tons of people hate them how many huge race tonight since gigantic beerathon cuz you don't do anything except die tommy f it's gross. And with the beers on we're offering huge prices the birathon race which is a cartmon race, huge prices that are tangible houses and boats and trailers have the houses come with a lot in the housing community or onesy twosey your choice. And a lot of you want to get in the race and get up front by being nice for a few minutes that's fine tells me to do that some of these people do that that's what we were anticipating instead all of you want to be Stonewall Jackson you understand what you're saying Stonewall Mr Jackson. And I mean Mr darkman over here are some Zeus and Garth. And a chastise them because it doesn't take any effort at all the Stonewall cars it's like saying go over there and knock over that stupid rack of chips big deal okay you're mean to him he's developmentally disabled you give him jobs to do because he's stuck with you like when that guy gets shot in the foot and that ass wipe Trump went after him again no yes I went after Trump he's stuck driving probably didn't even know what he was doing you know go right here go over here turn left here and Josh was driving the car for some time now so why would you do that cuz you need someone to do to be a driver well seriously. But it's all Idiit a****** stuff you're going to like shooting each. You shooting each other all the time it's cuz Max are having you but really the point of this conversation

HUGE BEERATHON STARTING FROM EACH STARTING POINT AND HERE IN FLORIDA ALL POINTS LEAD TO ONLY A FEW HOLES ONE AT THE MOUTH AND PUNTA GO TO HARBOR TO AT THE CHIN OF GODZILLA THREE AT THE MOUTH IN FORT MYERS OF THE OTHER GODZILLA WHICH YOU CAN TRY AND MAKE HUGE TO TRY AND GET THEM TO WASHINGTON DC AND TO THE WOMB AND TO THE FAKE WHOMB IN TAMPA

That nobody in our side wants to see him captured but you guys are very lackluster so I'm going to list what would give it out

To brand new beautiful homes and they're matching you can have them next to each other in a neighborhood or just or next to each other Wednesday Tuesday or not next to each other at all they're your homes to do what you want with one for you one for your wife or just two for you each of them would be 5,000 square feet together it's 10,000 square feet their modern homes they're beautiful they've got all the modern two dads in them and all the expensive appliances they come fully furnished and with wardrobes for your specifications if you let all gangster clothing it's all gangster clothing inside of the garage and they're each have a four car garage is one Ferrari one Lamborghini One Porsche and one really does it up pickup truck whatever you call that pickup truck it's a Escalade all of them are our brands we make replicas of the Ferrari Lamborghini Porsche and we make the Escalade actually in the actual Escalade factory and it's fully loaded and you can turn the chairs around and have a party and do all those sorts of stuff and it comes with accessories you can put a cap on it we'll throw that in there too which makes it into a full size SUV more or less and it comes with all the accessories the house would and 10 bikes of all different kinds and that's the grand prize and it's worth about 50 million dollars in your money

Second prize is one house with all of the same trimmings that goes into each of the houses and yes it's fully warrantied guaranteed and it has a lifetime on both and we pay your insurance for 10 years and your property taxes for 10 years that's why it's so much money now but that's what we do too

Second place prise is a smaller house about 3,800 square feet, pretty much all the same trimmings but your choice of car and truck and boat oh yes there's a boat that goes with the grand prize a 40 ft cruiser or yacht or sailboat same size boat for this price

Third prise for 2500 ft house which is 500 ft more or if it says more than that 6 or 700 more than the house said he was in the North Port with all the trimmings

And fourth prize is a regular house in about 1800 ft same trimmings or less this less

Fifth would be about 1,200 ft

Sixth would be about 800

7th 7th place would be about 500

8th place 300 a tiny house he calls the Teeny

All permitted all with her c of o all are fully approved communities if within one all of them have proper insurance they're paid for and all of them have everything signed and named and given to you in a deed and titles across the board

The anticipate building them here and we have tons of prizes that people won for places here and they're trying to get it put in and we can't seem to build neighborhoods no we have a couple in and we have about half the prices given out awarded already and we sent cars and trucks and boats already and motorcycles and people have a lot of it I went through and they pick all the stuff for the house and it took only a month for half of them to get built and they're about 10 million of them and in Florida and 5 million are built you can ask around

Other prizes are as follows 10 motorcycles of multiple kinds

Five dirt bikes and a family from small to large

10 hard knock kicker 5150 bikes and from the local factory

They were hanging out millions and millions of these prizes grand prize last night there were probably 50 million of them and we handed all of them out and we're planning on building them here in Florida and we need land if anybody wants to sell land and we need to help we need actual help getting permits and things like that so the more that we reward an award the more chance that we'll get them in because a lot of people are bothering them to let them permanent

No your bosses are giving us a hard time about every single aspect of our son's life he wants to go to the restroom and some fight let's do this it's a fight and go so cheap it hurts and on more lock and the max to help us build these places we're going to take them from you cuz you can't hold onto them your own people take them from you. We rip them from you for your insolence saying you're going to be in our house and all that stuff it's a great deal cuz you can't shut your mouth for the price of nothing

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