#Ooh now the bass is pregnant

[wolves333]

I'm def going to hornknee jail for this🥲

Have some River hip thrusts♥️

[super-unpredictable98]

Heavenly | The Mortal Instruments AU

Chapter 4: The Hiding Nephilim 

Warning: Strong language, blood drinking, mentruation, mention of violence and death, smut (period sex)

(Masterlist)

"Yeeeaah!" you screamed at the top of your lungs and whistled loudly when The Mortal Instruments walked on stage.

Simon immediately spotted you and winked with a huge smile, he looked so hot with his bass and his hair all messed up for the performance (certainly Eric's doing, that boy was not the type of guy you imagined Si would have as a friend, but you were not gonna complain, you didn't wanna be that girlfriend).

"We are The Mortal Instruments, Brooklyn, are you ready to rock with us?" Simon walked up to the mic. "This first song I wanna dedicate to a very special girl in the audience tonight..."

You shouted in response, clapping enthusiastically. The Alto Bar was packed, which was kinda weird considering that it was a weeknight, but people couldn't seem to get enough of the band, maybe due to the bassist with magical charisma powers.

"Why am I standing on a cloud

Every time you're around

And my sadness disappears

Every time you are near

You must be an angel

I can see it in your eyes

Full of wonder and surprise

And just now I realize

Ooh, you're an angel..."

First you were shocked by the song choice, Madonna didn't seem like very much the style of the band, but they made it sound really good. Second you were shocked by Simon's voice. He was a really good singer, maybe vampire bites do this to you as well?

Girls all around you were mesmerized by him, of course it wasn't the best feeling in the world to have an entire room of beautiful women drooling all over your boyfriend, but you knew it wasn't their fault, or his fault, it was just how things were. In the end, you knew he was singing for you. Not to mention, nothing could bring you down after what happened earlier:

"Hey, Si... I have a surprise for you," you went from school straight to his apartment, holding a tiny gift box.

"Oh, a surprise? What did I do to deserve it?" he jumped from the couch to open his gift. "What's this?"

"So, you remember when we had that conversation about you drinking my blood and you know..." you blushed with embarrassment. "This will make it easier for you. It's a menstrual cup."

"A menstrual cup?"

"Yeah, I use this instead of a tampon or a pad, so it catches everything and you can just... Drink it."

'Aww, y/n!" his face lit up. "You're not only half angel, you're a full angel! How can you be so thoughtful when I'm basically leeching off of you?"

"No you're not, it was going to waste anyway. If you need it, why not take it? Especially when you say my blood tastes so amazing," you chuckled.

"It does, sweetheart."

"Let's just pray I never get pregnant," you joked. "Cause that would be a very sad nine months."

"Oh, that's not gonna happen," Simon looked down slightly sad. "I can't have children after the bite."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"It's okay, if one day we decide to have them, we can always get a donor or adopt, right?"

"Yeah, sure! I don't have to take the pill anymore, so that's nice. And I always wanted to adopt anyway."

"Really?" he lifted his eyes to meet yours. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No, I swear! I'm adopted, Si, I always wanted to do for a child the same my parents did for me."

"I love you, you know that?" he smiled.

"Oh," that definitely took you by surprise, but he didn't stutter, he didn't seem to regret saying it either, it wasn't an accident. "I love you too."

Once the gig was over, you stood next to the stage, Simon liked to joke that you had the VIP pass, which was technically true.

"So, what do you think?" he jumped off the stage with unhuman agility and grace, landing perfectly on his feet.

"It was amazing," you wrapped your arms around his neck, he was slightly sweaty from jumping around and playing, but you didn't care. "I can't believe I'm dating a rockstar."

"Let's not exaggerate," he went to fix his glasses, something he still did sometimes, despite the fact that he hasn't been wearing them for over two months.

"I saw what you did there by the way... You must be an angel, I can see it your eyes," you teased. "Very smooth."

"I'm glad you liked it," he leaned in to kiss you, but before your lips could touch, a swarm of girls surrounded him like moths attracted to the light.

"The concert was amazing!" 

"You are so talented!"

"Would you sign my shirt?"

"When is your next gig?"

Simon didn't really know how to react, you took a step back, also feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sudden attack of horny chicks wanting a piece of your boyfriend. He calmly talked to each of them, which took about half an hour, as you waited seated on a couch in the corner of the bar, observing from afar.

"God, that was intense," he walked up to you once they left. 

"That's a word for it..."

"Is it just me or you're a tiny bit jealous?" 

"No! Of course not!" you looked away.

"You can tell me," he nudged your arm with a grin. "I think it's cute."

"A little bit, okay? Happy?" 

"Yeah, I knew it, you're so adorable when you're jealous!" he pulled you close and lifted you up in his arms, heading to the exit.

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Jace and Clary had been tormenting you to have a proper meeting with them in the Institute, you already knew what was gonna happen... They would try to get you to join their 'organization', swear before 'The Clave' or whatever it is they do. They also insisted that you meet one of the Silent Brothers, who could have information about your biological parents, something you were not interested in the slightest.

You ended up agreeing to the meeting out of pure exhaustion. To make things worst, you were barely able to sleep at all the night before and it was that time of the month, so you felt like complete shit. 

As soon as you walked out of the bathroom, Simon was waiting by the door, you nearly screamed in surprise.

"So..." he smirked, showing his baby fangs. "I smell something good."

"You take pleasure in my pain?" you mocked, showing him the cup.

"No! I'm sorry, angel," he nearly whined. "Can I have it? Please?"

"Bon appétit," you handed it to him, still slightly disgusted by this idea, but it was mostly because of the endless stigmas created by a misogynistic society surrounding menstruation. 

Simon swallowed thickly before drinking, he has been looking forward to that moment for weeks. 

"Jesus," he murmured, content. "Even better than I remember."

"I'm always oddly flattered when you say that," you laughed.

"You should, your blood is extra sweet."

"Maybe it's just because you love me."

"Might be, but this..." he licked his lips. "Is amazing."

"Well, can I wash it now? So I can put it back? I gotta tell you, I'm kinda liking this cup thing."

"Really? Why?" 

"It's pretty much leak-proof, it can stay there for like twelve hours, it's cheaper than buying tampons every month, it's better for the planet, and my vampire boyfriend gets a nice snack twice a day."

"Twice a day?" he gasped in excitement.

"At least."

"Could you be any more perfect?" Simon went to kiss you, but you pulled back and he nodded, understanding why. "Sorry, I forgot. The neck then?"

"Yeah," you moved your head to the side and he placed a tender kiss on your skin before playfully letting his fangs graze it, but without actually bitting. "That feels kinda nice."

"Does it?" he breathed.

"Uhum..." you closed your eyes.

"I think Clary and the others can wait a little bit, don't you think?" Si lowered his hand to your ass, squeezing it firmly.

"I would love to, but I feel like garbage. I have cramps, I'm just gonna take some Advil and get dressed."

"You know, the other day in class, I've learned that having an orgasm is great for cramps, plus I think my saliva can make you feel much better than Advil."

"Simon... Are you still hungry?" you narrowed your eyes at him.

"I just wanna make you feel good," he looked at you sheepishly. "Don't you wanna know how it feels with the fangs?"

Curiosity got the best of you and you nodded. He bit his lip pleased with the response and effortlessly took you to bed.

"Try not to make a mess on the sheets, baby," you propped yourself to your elbows to look at him.

"Don't worry, angel," he growled, spreading your legs.

Simon lowered himself, kissing the inside of your thighs and you watched the shy muscles on his back flexing as he moved, delving into your cunt urgently. He moved his tongue with agility and precision, as if he knew exactly how to satisfy your craving.

He was right about the cramps, just as his tongue touched your skin, your entire body relaxed. The pain was gone, the discomfort was gone, and all you could think of was the gentle coolness of his touch on your warm flesh. He was also right about the fangs, it did feel interesting.

"Simon! Yes, just like that!" you moaned, stroking his hair roughly. "I'm getting close, baby, please..."

"You're so good," he murmured against your skin. "So good to me. I want you to come, angel, do it for me."

His words drove you to the edge and you came undone, your toes curling as your orgasm gripped you. You almost felt bad for how hard you tugged at his curls while arching your back, but he didn't seem to mind at all, moaning quietly as he softly kissed your clit.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and licked it.

"Oh yeah, it feels like heaven," you mumbled.

"Told you... You're so tasty," he stifled a burp which made you wince and laugh at the same time. 

"Way to keep it romantic," you joked.

"Sorry," he laughed. 

"Well, as much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day feeding your cravings, the quiet brother is waiting for me," you got up.

"I think you mean Silent Brother," Simon laughed even harder, his fangs now gone. "By the way, they look a little... Creepy, don't be scared alright?"

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"Hey there, y/n," Clary greeted as soon as you crossed the door. "I'm so glad you came!"

"Oh yeah me too, I think I did a pretty good job," Simon chuckled in the goofiest way, earning an elbow to the ribs from you. 

"Hi, Clary, it's nice to see you, but I know what you and Jace want. I'm only here to tell you that I'm not gonna-" you started, but she shook her head.

"It's okay, we don't wanna drag you into a cult or anything, we just wanna understand what happened."

"Right now shadowhunters are a dying breed," Jace joined them. "We need to stick together."

"You have to admit that coming in here to be mistreated by Isabelle and Alec doesn't really make me wanna join your little group."

"Brother Enoch is waiting for you," Jace seemed unbothered by your arguments. 

"Jesus Christ!" Simon jumped as a cat rubbed against his leg. "I hate this damn cat!"

"Don't say that, he's so cute," you bent over to pet its head.

"Can you take us to Brother Enoch, Church?" Clary asked.

"Did she just ask the cat?" you whispered to your boyfriend. "And his name is Church? Like in Pet Sematary?"

"I stopped asking questions by now..." Simon shrugged.

As the group arrived at the library, it was almost like the air got heavier, colder... This tall slender figure was hiding in the shadows, covered with a long dark cape.

"She's here," Jace announced.

Brother Enoch turned around, lowering his hood, showing you his face. You shivered at the sight, his empty eye sockets, his mouth sewn shut with stitches... He looked like a skin-covered skeleton, but something about him was actually very intriguing, like a tragic beauty of gothic art and it made you want to draw him.

"Hello," you nodded, not knowing exactly what to do.

"y/n Winterburn," a deep voice echoed in your head.

"That's not my name, I'm not-"

"Yes you are, you just don't know it," it almost sounded like he was mocking you.

"Winterburn," Jace mused. "I think I've heard that name before."

You suddenly felt like a weight was pushing you down, like you were carrying the entire world on your shoulders. Your mind was being invaded, or better said, explored. You wanted to fight it, but you were completely helpless.

"What are you doing to her?" you heard Simon's voice, as he watched you fall to your knees and nearly faint.

"I'm okay, I'm fine," you rolled to your back as he ran to check on you.

"y/n Winterburn, daughter of Noah Winterburn and Deidra Winterburn," this time that voice echoed in everyone's mind.

"And why did they give her away?" Clary asked. "Where are they?"

"Why do you wanna know these things? Why does it matter?" you asked, genuinely offended. As far as you were concerned they were nothing, your real parents were in California.

"If there are two shadowhunters we could have on our side, that's something we need to know," Jace folded his arms. "And the Silent Brothers are archivists, they know everything about the shadowhunters."

"Noah and Deidra joined The Circle after the ascending, right as y/n was born, in Alicante. They fleed to California before The Clave put their punishments in place and gave the baby up, to keep her safe, away from Valentine and the shadow world," Brother Enoch said without opening his mouth.

"Yeah, that is all very nice, but they still abandoned me," you sneered.

"Knowing the story of the shadow world, I think you were better off without them," Clary held your hand.

"Are they alive?" Jace asked.

"I'm afraid they are not, they were killed by Valentine's followers for betraying their superior." 

"Thank you," Jace sighed. "Seems like you're all we have, y/n. You need to start your training immediately."

"Hold up, hold the fuck up!" you turned to him, that boy was charismatic as much as he was pretentious and self-righteous. "Who told you I'm joining your little group?"

"I don't think you have a choice, y/n..."

"I absolutely have a choice, I'm not fighting demons! Forget it, this is insanity! Let's go, Simon." 

"y/n, wait!" Clary followed as you left.

"It's okay, angel, are you feeling alright?" your boyfriend put his arm protectively around you. "Do you need me to carry you?"

"No, I'm okay..."

"y/n, please, we need you," the girl pleaded. "When I found out, I was reluctant too, but the world needed me. The world needs you too."

"The world doesn't need me, I'm an art history major who lives in a studio in Williamsburg, I'm not a shadowhunter!" you shouted. "My parents gave me away for a reason, they wanted me far away from this life, and so do I!" 

"I know you can be great, you have been drawing runes on yourself since you were a kid. That's not just child's play, you're powerful. Not to mention you're an amazing person, I know you wouldn't want our world to be in danger. You can't see it, but there are demons lurking everywhere, like parasites, I know you don't want this to happen."

"Clary, maybe we should give her some time..." Simon tried to intervene.

"Of course I don't want this world to be plagued with demons, who wants that?" you argued. "But I can't risk my life like this, what about my parents? My real parents, the ones who raised me?" 

"I imagine you'd wanna make the world a safer place for them..." she nearly whispered. "I know you do, actually, I feel like I knew you were coming into our lives. I told Simon he would eventually find the girl who would like him. I told him we were never supposed to be together, because I knew you would show up, I just didn't know it was... You."

"Wait," you stared between them agape. "Clary is the girl who broke your heart? I- I gotta go."

"Angel, wait for me!" he followed.

"No, I wanna be alone. And don't you dare look at me with your encanto or whatever, I need to think!"

[drariellevalentine]

Medically Inevitable

Chapter 3- Eye-widening Events

Characters:- Arielle Valentine, Sienna Trinh, Elijah Greene, Jackie Varma, Landry Olsen, Ethan Ramsey, Diana Hudson, Kyra Santana, Bryce Lahela

Pairing:- Arielle Valentine x Ethan Ramsey

Warnings:- Death, Miscarriages, PTSD etc.

General PoV:-

Sunlight peeks through the blush tinted curtains in Arielle’s bedroom. Her most relatable song “Older”, by Sasha Sloan plays from her phone, waking her gently. She rises slowly from her queen sized bed, taking her time to follow through her morning routine. After witnessing a vivid sunrise with the accompaniment of a cup of tea, she pins her hair up and steps in her shower. One relaxing shower later, she goes into her walk-in closet and slips on the outfit she picked out last night- a raspberry velvet fitted top paired with white leggings and white pumps. If there’s one thing that Arielle Cerise Valentine loves, it’s jewellery. She goes to the other end of her closet and slips on a pair of matching earrings. Lastly, her mother’s pendant necklace. She felt it was calling to her. After finishing her usual makeup routine and fishtail braid, she steps into the living room, following a delicious scent.

Arielle’s PoV:-

I step into the kitchen to find Sienna and the others laying out a huge breakfast spread. “Oh my god! Guys, when did you even find the time to do this?”

“We wanted to thank you and we all thought we should have a nice roomie breakfast.”, says Sienna.

We all take a seat and eat as much as we possibly could. “Sienna, I swear you had a private chef help you whip up this stuff. It’s so delicious.” Everybody agrees. Sienna blushes and thanks everyone.

“Anyways, I hooked up the TV and bass speakers last night! We are officially ready for a housewarming party!, says Elijah. Everyone starts chiming in ideas for the party, as Sienna notes them down on her phone. We all give her a share of money for the party and decide Sienna and me will go shopping later.

A little while later...

“Have you guys heard the rumours?”, asks Elijah.

“About what?”, you innocently ask.

“About Banerji suddenly quitting.”, Jackie nonchalantly says.

“What?”, Landry exclaims. You nearly spit out your food. “Naveen...quitting! No! It can’t be.”, your mind races.

Landry keeps on rambling, “No going away party?....No announcement?...”

You can’t believe it. Your mind goes to the events of last night, where your godfather and Dr. Ramsey were arguing. Snaps snaps you out of your reverie. “It’s getting late, Ari. You should head for your shift.” You wave goodbye to everyone and head down to the parking lot. Sliding into your Lexus, you drive towards Edenbrook.

Ethan’s PoV:-

You step out of your car, having parked it at your usual spot. You’re about to head inside when you receive a page. Apparently, one of your residents decided to go golfing. You’re about to head inside when you see a rose gold Lexus park next to your BMW. “I’ve never seen this car before, and an excellent driver too.”, he thinks. Out steps a chic dressed woman with a little bag on her back. “Who is this woman?”, you wonder. And that’s when it catches your eye, the violet ombré at the end of her braid. She locks her car, slipping her keys into her pocket while putting on her white coat. “Rookie.”

She looks up, her violet irises laced with surprise. “Dr. Ramsey, Good Morning!”, she says with a cheerful smile. You greet her back. She turns to leave, not wanting for her to leave you say, “Wait. Follow me.” She drops off her belongings and wordlessly follows me. You lead her to the patient who’s doctor decided to ditch his job.

The patient lights up at the sight of her, I mean who wouldn’t! “Goddamnit Ramsey, what is wrong with you today!”

“Are you my doctor?”, the patient asks.

Arielle turns to me with a questioning look.

“This is Kyra Santana. Her doctor decided to ditch his responsibilities so she’s yours now.”

“Ooh yes! Show me off!”, Kyra exclaims.

Arielle chuckles while picking up her chart. “Kyra Santana, age 28, fractured radius in need of casting.”

“Is that all?”, you ask.

“Yes.”, she answers.

“Kyra, tell Dr. Valentine what is actually wrong with you.”

“I’m afraid it’s cancer, my very hot doctor.”

“What?”, Arielle frowns in confusion.

“Check the cell count on the last page, indicating of?...”, you probe.

“Large cell neuroendocrine carcinoma!”

“Yeah, in my left lung.”

“Dr. Valentine, sometimes the problem isn’t always in front of us. You should thoroughly read through a patient’s chart. Nowadays, they let pretty much anyone become healthcare professionals.”

“If you’re here for cancer treatment, how did you break your arm?”

“I saw a bike abandoned by the subway and tried to ride it. Apparently, I’m not very good at it.”, she says gesturing to her arm.

“YOLO huh?”, she laughs.

Kyra laughs.

“Dr. Valentine, what is Kyra’s treatment plan?”

“Well, first we need to cast her arm and then”-

You interrupt her, “Good. Now do that.” You swiftly exit the room.

Arielle’s PoV:-

“Wait! What about”-

“Don’t worry, female version of McDreamy, I already have a treatment plan and a CT scheduled right after this.”

“You should know that I’m straight, but I totally support 🏳️‍🌈.”, you ramble in a worry that Kyra might take offence.

She starts laughing so hard, “I was teasing you, I know that you are straight.”

Feeling embarrassed you say, “Let’s cast that arm, shall we.” You cast it firmly.

“Would you like to sign my cast?”, you write ‘Miss McDreamy’ on it. “Damn! You have legible.. no really pretty handwriting.”, Kyra says. You thank and wave to her.

Later, you are running an errand for Ines. “ Hey Arielle, do me a favour and give these labs to Dr. Ramsey. He’ll be in Room 413.”

You enter the room looking at your pager and say, “Excuse me Dr. Ramsey, Dr. Delarosa asked me to”- You finally look up to see Chief Emery with her hand on his cheek, whispering furtively but quietly. “Oh!...um...I...I’ll just leave these here.” You can bet a million bucks that your cheeks just turned 50 shades of red. You run out of the room and accidentally bump into someone.

“Sorry!”

“Hey Elle!”

“Elle?”

“Yeah, short for Arielle.”

“Okay.” You notice Kyra sitting a bed. “And where are you off to, Madam Flatterer?”

“About to be prepped for a lobectomy, assisted by yours truly.”

“What?!”

“After the CT scan results came back, it kind of happened pretty fast.”

You pull Bryce aside. “Take care of her for me.”

“Don’t worry, Dr. Zimmerman is an amazing surgeon.”

“She’ll be golden.”

“Woah! I never thought I’d see Dr. McDreamy fighting with another Dr. McDreamy.”, you laugh as Bryce wheels Kyra into the OR.

You head down into the ER to see if there are any cases, where you see Aurora, whose ass is being kissed. “Hey Aurora.”

“What?”

“I said hi. It’s legal to greet someone.”

“Well it shouldn’t be.” Just then, you hear the ambulance siren. You both rush to the entrance as the ambulance doors’ open.

A very muscular paramedic steps out, helping an unconscious woman with an oxygen mask on.

“Diana Hudson, office fire, all of her coworkers got out but she’s pregnant and couldn’t move fast enough.”

“How long has she been unconscious?”, you ask.

“She fainted in the ambulance.”

“Serious smoke inhalation, but I hope I got them out in time.”

“ Wait? You got them out! What about the firefighters?”

“They were taking too long.”, he says with a shrug.

“That was really brave of you. Not many people would have done that...”

“Rafael Aveiro.”

“Dr. Arielle Valentine.”

“I’ll see you around, Dr. Valentine.”

After Diana gets admitted, you search her phone for her emergency contacts. You’re scrolling down when one particular contact catches your eye. ‘Dr. Ethan Ramsey’

“No way!” You rush to Dr. Ramsey’s office and knock. “Come in.”

You enter the room. “What do you want, Rookie?”

“I was going through my patient’s emergency contacts when I saw your name. Do you know a Diana Hudson?”

“Diana?” He follows me to the patient’s room as I told him what happened.

You enter the room and are relieved to find Diana awake.

“Hi Diana, I’m”-

“Ethan!”, the woman exclaims.

“Diana! What have you gotten into this time?”

“There was a fire and I couldn’t get out. Luckily, you had Superman on payroll!” You laugh.

“I’ll call your sisters and fly them in from Arizona. I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“Diana, this is Dr. Valentine. Dr. Valentine, Diana was my first patient when I was an intern.”

“What were you in for?”

“Burst appendix, I was totally freaked out but Ethan calmed me down. Even kept in touch over the years.”

“That’s so sweet!”, you exclaim.

You take a stethoscope and warm it on your palm. “So, was Dr. Ramsey always like this?”

“Oh yes, he’s aged like a fine wine, don’t you think?”, she teasingly says that leaves you giggling.

“Dr. Valentine, the examination if you don’t mind.”

You run the resonator and take all her vitals.

“Did the EMT manage to get my purse?” You hand it to her. She searches for something and frowns.

“Is everything alright, Diana?, you ask.

“Yeah, it’s just I saw this adorable stuffed frog and thought it would have been perfect for my little tadpole here, I know it’s silly.”

“No it’s not. It’s absolutely beautiful, in fact Dr. Ramsey and I can go and get it for you.” You give him a pleading look. He agrees and you both step out of the room.

“How are her vitals?”

“They’re all fine, but her breathing is short and her elevated B.P should be low. I’ll order a chest x-ray and a urine sample.

“Good work. Drop off the labs and meet me at the hospital’s entrance in 10 minutes.”

You get the sample and order the x-ray, then walk towards the entrance, leaving your white coat behind. You see Dr. Ramsey, sitting in the driver’s seat of a BMW. You ride shotgun.

“Nice car, Dr. Ramsey.”

“Thank you.”

He turns on the radio and a concerto comes on.

“So...Are you and Chief Emery.. um...in a relationship?”, you tentatively ask.

“I don’t advertise my private life at work.”

“We’re not at work.”, you counter.

He sighs, “Before she became Chief, we were in an on and off relationship. As of last year, no.”

“What about you?” You’re surprised.

“I ended a six year relationship two months ago. He was jealous that I had gotten matched into Edenbrook and he didn’t, so he decided to screw with my then best friend.”, you confide. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be telling you all this.”

“It’s fine. And for what it’s worth, you should never let anybody hinder your career.”

“Trust me, I learned that lesson a long time ago.” He shoots you a look. Luckily, you’ve arrived at the burning building.

You exit the car and say, “Let’s hope it didn’t fall there.”, gesturing to the raging inferno. You and him scan the surroundings for the little toy. You’re about to give up when... “Look!” He points to a drain, where a green toy is stuck. You both rush and take a look, it’s deep and dark.

“Hell no. I am not going down there! Haven’t you seen IT?”

“It’s just a movie, anyways you won’t be able to reach it.”

“Can you hold my waist?”

“What?”, he looks at you like you’re an idiot.

“I’m very flexible. I can reach down there and grab it with a flashlight but I’ll fall down because I don’t have any support. If you hold me...”

“Fine.”

You lay down and wiggle your upper body down into the drain while he holds your lower waist tightly.

You twist incredibly low and he has to hold your hips instead. “Almost there.....Got it!”

Dr. Ramsey pulls you up from the waist. “How did you manage to get that?”

“A girl’s got to have some secrets.” He hands you a towel to wipe yourself off and a little bag for the plastic toy.

“I’ll get this sterilised and given to Diana.”

“I’ve never seen someone go to this lengths for their patient.”

“Well I’m not like most doctors.”

“Well you could have done it to impress me.” You arrive at Edenbrook.

“Not really. When Diana was telling us about the little frog she bought for her baby, you could see that beautiful smile on her face. There’s nothing more beautiful than a mother’s love towards her child.” You see Dr. Ramsey tense up, but you decide to say nothing. Thanking him for the ride you head inside.

Some time later, Danny hands you the results for Diana. You’re reading through them when, your heart stops. Diana has preeclampsia, the same diagnosis your mother had 24 years ago. You rush to find Dr. Ramsey and hand him the charts. His face falls.

“They’re in serious trouble, aren’t they.”, you say sadly.

“Come on, Rookie. Let’s go tell her.” Your face falls as you imagine her face. “That’s the job, Rookie. Nothing we can do about it.”

You enter the room and Diana notices your faces. “What is it?”

“Have you heard of preeclampsia, Diana? It’s a condition that affects 1 out of 10 pregnant women. It means that the blood flow from your placenta is slowing down, depriving the baby of vital nutrients.”

“Does that mean my little tadpole is in trouble?”

“No, it just means that we’ll have to deliver the baby earlier.”, he says.

“No, I won’t. It’s too early. If he’s not in danger right now, then I won’t.”

“Diana, listen. I know this is scary but if you wait, it might be too late. There are post-birth complications but this is the best way.”

“No, I won’t.” Dr. Ramsey leaves the room.

You turn to her, desperate, with tears in your eyes, “I know what it’s like Diana. My mother had preeclampsia too. She was in the exact same place as you, and by waiting, it cost us a great deal. But I survived, I’m living proof. Please don’t wait. A child should never have to grow up without their mother. It’s the worst form of torture a child could ever face.” Realising tears are streaming down your face, you rapidly leave the room and accidentally crash into someone.

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong?” You look up to see Bryce. He wipes your tears and pulls you aside.

“It’s okay, it’s just one of my patients hit really close to home.”

“A beautiful face like yours shouldn’t cry. Come with me, I am making it my personal mission to cheer you up. He leads you to a milkshake bar a few blocks away and orders a large Oreo milkshake with a ton of ice cream.

“You really know the way to a girl’s heart. I mean it, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Anyways, you remind me of my sister, she’s all the way in Hawaii. So you can be my little teenage sister.”

“I’m not that young.”, you roll your eyes.

“How old are you?”

“24.”

“I’m 27.”

“So what? I graduated a few years early.”

The huge milkshake arrives. Bryce grabs two spoons and hands one to you.

“Dig in!” Between the two of you, you manage to finish the whole thing.

“That was absolutely delightful.” You open your wallet but Bryce doesn’t let you.

“No way am I letting you pay!”

He pays and you both exit the store. Suddenly your pager beeps. “911 for Diana! I gotta go, bye!”

You rush towards the hospital and run into the waiting room, breathless. You find Dr. Ramsey sitting in one of the chairs, attempting to speak you end up coughing. He looks up. You’re finally able to speak. “Wh...what happened..Dr. Ramsey?”, you manage to ask with your chest heaving.

“Diana had a seizure. The baby’s just been delivered via c-section. It’s 50-50 he’ll survive the night.” Your heart tightens. “Diana?”

“She died.” Your throat tightens, it’s hard to breathe. You take deep breaths, recalling what your psychologist said. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Ramsey”-

“I’m fine.” He gets up and leaves; turning around to say, “Go home, Arielle.” He leaves. You can’t find it in your heart to leave and find your legs leading you to the NICU. You step inside and find Dr. Lozoya.

“Is is okay if I give this toy to him? His mother would have wanted him to have it. It’s been sterilised.”

“Of course. Poor thing, we’ll know in the morning.”

She leaves, leaving you alone. You place the little tadpole near the baby.

Your breath catches in your throat as your eye catches the name. ‘Ethan Hudson.’ You want to help him but don’t know how. You start humming one of your favourite arias. One that your mother used to sing as you stand near the cube.

Ethan’s PoV:-

You receive word from one of the nurses that Diana’s baby is in the NICU. You’re walking near when you hear a mesmerising voice, humming a very well known French aria. You follow the voice and find Arielle humming, standing near the baby.

“What are you doing here? I told you to go home.”

“I don’t like the fact that he has to fight for his life alone. I’m staying with him.”

“Do you mind if I can join you?”

“Not at all.”

You sit beside her on the loveseat.

“Ethan...”, she whispers. You’re shocked that she just called you by your first name.

“Excuse me?”

She doesn’t break her trance. Instead she answers, “Ethan...the baby’s name is Ethan, Ethan Hudson. She named him after you.”

You’re speechless. Your eyes flash towards the name tag. “She was right, she had named him after you.”, you think. Your throat tightens.

“You must have known her pretty well.”

“I did. I didn’t have many friends back then. I just meant to check on her, knowing that my patients were out there, living their live to the fullest,.. it really kept me going. She was recently divorced and feeling alone, so she insisted we meet for coffee. It turned into more emails and coffees, and Sunday roasts in between.”

You can see that her eyes are red. “Does it ever get easier?”, she asks.

“Grieving for the loss of a patient isn’t a bad thing. I would be more concerned if you didn’t. To answer your question, we have a certain process when it comes to... the end stage. It helps the family to cope a bit more easier.” Her face remains the same.

“The first patient I lost was in my 4th week. I didn’t make any mistakes though. He had an inoperable malignant tumour in his brain. He wasn’t much older than I am now. It was hard.” She turns to look at you, her violet irises meeting yours.

“She trusted us, she trusted her life and her baby’s. Maybe if I had talked to her some more, she would have agreed sooner.”

“She gave her consent to the surgery, but she had a seizure in between. She said to me that you were the one who had convinced her. How did you do it?”

She takes a deep breath. “I...My mother was diagnosed with preeclampsia in her late third trimester. Since my brother was perfectly healthy, she didn’t want to deliver me yet and kept putting it off. “It...”, her voice breaks. “It cost her her life.”

“I’m so sorry, Arielle. You should have told me, I would have taken you off this case.”

“Do you know what the worst part is? She was fine, after she gave birth. We were all so happy that she had survived, and then a day later, she died. An artery was slightly nicked, causing internal bleeding. They didn’t notice until it was too late.” Tears are streaming down her face.

You wipe them away. “I thought, at least I could save her, but I couldn’t.”

She wipes her face and says, “I’m sorry, I’m the one who’s supposed to be offering condolences.”

“It’s okay.” She wordlessly places her hand on your thigh. You place your hand on top of hers. You see her drift off to sleep and you do the same.

“Bzzzt....Bzzzt...” You wake up to see Arielle, fallen asleep on your shoulder. And then, you see baby Ethan, his heartbeat strong. A smile spreads across your lips.

“Arielle....Arielle?” You gently tap her cheek.

Arielle’s PoV:-

You faintly hear someone calling your name. Your eyes flutter open to Dr. Ramsey’s face. You realise that you’ve been resting your head on his shoulder. You jerk up and apologise, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Your shirt’s ruined!” Your cheeks turn red for the second time today. “It’s alright. Look.” He points to baby Ethan’s cubicle. You suddenly remember where you are and jump up and rush over to see. There he is lying peacefully, breathing in and out, heart beating strong. “Je suis si fier de toi petit têtard. Tu ressembles à ta mère.(I’m so proud of you, little tadpole. You look just like your mother.)”, you whisper in French to the baby.

“Tu parles français?(You speak French?), he asks.

“Oui. Très couramment en fait. Ma mère est ... était française.(Yes. Quite fluently actually. My mother is...was French.), you reply.

Your pager buzzes. “Crap! I have rounds in 20 minutes.”

“You should go.” You turn to leave. “Thank you Arielle.”

“You’re welcome.” You leave the room and head towards the locker room to shower and change.

Thrity minutes into the shift, and suddenly the central paging system goes off, asking all the medical interns to gather in the atrium.

Sighing, I ask Sarah to run a blood test of my patient in room 508 before hurrying down the halls.

God knows what happened this time!

"Any idea what's wrong?" I nudge Jackie reaching the group in the atrium. Sienna is yet to join us but everyone else is here.

Jackie just shrugs.

A few minutes later Sienna joins us. "What happened guys?"

"No idea," I answer as Elijah and Landry is fanning over some comic.

"Good morning interns," Dr.Emery tries to grab our attention.

She's standing in front us, near the reception desk, Dr. Ramsey standing by her side. And unlike Dr. Emery he seems angry and exasperate.

"As many of you may have heard, Dr. Banerji is now a person of early retirement," She starts. Your mind starts racing again, no matter how much you try to calm it.

“Dr. Banerji is retiring? But why? He loves treating patients, saving lives. There's no way he wants to leave all this on his own.”, you think. Harper Emery keeps saying things but I can hardly concentrate.

“He left. I won’t be able to talk to him, apologize to him, bond with him.” All my hope shatters.

"-which leaves and empty position in the Diagnostics team. And this year you guys will be competing each other for that position. Dr. Ramsey will explain you the rest."

That's the last thing I hear her say before Dr. Ramsey takes over.

"We'll be evaluating you every week on the basis of how well you solve your cases."

"Your weekly evaluation result will be published in the announcement board every week," he continues. "Anyone who wants to join drop by my office before midnight tomorrow to sign up your names."

"You all can go and resume your regular activities now," Dr. Emery smiles before walking away.

Dr. Ramsey too walks away but towards the hall where construction of the new block is going on.

"I can't believe they will be taking interns on their beloved Diagnostics Team!" Landry says surprised.

"Development of the interns must be so important to them," Sienna says thoughtfully and Jackie scoffs.

Leaving the group to talk I rush after Dr. Ramsey.

“Dr. Ramsey, wait," I call after him. He stops and turns around.

"I- is this what you were talking about with Dr. Emery yesterday?"

"Yes," he sighs.

"But you said that we aren’t ready yet."

"Because you aren’t," he stops then again continues thoughtfully, " But are any of us truly ready for anything."

He says, walking away leaving me alone to deal with my thoughts.

“Naveen left. I don’t know where he lives, why he left; hell! I don’t even know if he’s in the US or not.”

“Cosa farò adesso!?(What will I do now!?)”, you scream in Italian.

[spockina]

playin' games (with my heart)

ok, so. i wrote this for day 4 of buddie's first kiss week (which was on a dare). but the thing is: i hated it. the more i looked at it, the more i hated it. i don't know why. but it's friday night and i'm home alone in the middle of quarantine wishing i were, in fact, as drunk as most of these people are. this is not what i usually write, so i’m nervy, but here. have it anyway

title is from the bsb song w the same name. it doesn't have anything to do with the story but i hate having to figure out titles

3.5k words / truth or dare / read on ao3

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The night is young, awfully so. Eddie doesn’t remember ever feeling this young, being this young.

Tonight, he is.

He’s got a drink in hand. He doesn’t know what it is, who put it there. But he’s got it, and he downs it in one fluid motion, enjoying the burn, and laughing to himself; it wasn’t even a shot.

He’s not entirely sure what brought them all here, if he’s being honest. Well, he knows. It was just dinner at Bobby and Athena’s, as they try to do at least once a month. What he means is: he’s not sure how they ended up having a party. It wasn’t supposed to be a party, if he remembers correctly. But suddenly, Harry was off to see his grandparents for the week, Denny had a sleepover and Karen’s mom wanted to have Nia for a little bit, Christopher begged to go to Pepa’s house where his cousins would be for the weekend. May has been in college for six months now, Maddie still has two months to go before the baby comes. It’s adults only.

It’s almost like they all forgot what that was supposed to feel like.

His vision is just a little bit blurry at the edges, his limbs loose in a way they haven’t been in a long time. He feels good, comfortable.

There’s some kind of pop music Eddie doesn’t know playing loudly, Athena, Bobby, Hen and Chimney are dancing in the middle of the living room, Maddie and Karen watching and laughing. Michael, his boyfriend, and Buck are in the middle of some intense conversation on the other side of the room.

Eddie loves them all.

The laughter that escapes his lips is directed at no one; there isn’t even anything funny happening, he’s just… feeling good. He hasn’t felt this good in a long time.

Buck sidles up to him, out of nowhere, offers him a beer. He takes it, nods his thanks.

“Whatcha laughing at?” He asks. “You look goofy.”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know, actually,” and that sets him off again.

“I think you’re drunk, buddy,” Buck says, but Eddie can tell he’s not that far behind. “‘M not judging!” Buck hurries to add. “Just pointing it out.”

They look at each other for a second, sipping their beers.

Buck’s cheeks are flushed, alcohol working hard against his white skin, making his eyes stand out. He’s beautiful. It’s not the first time the thought has crossed Eddie’s mind. It’s not the first time they’re drunk together, either, but Eddie always makes sure to stay in line, not let his thoughts wander. It’s a little harder when Buck has unbuttoned his black shirt and rolled up the sleeves, tight tank top under it, allowing Eddie to see the flush going down his neck and into his chest; his long legs in some tight pants that Eddie is pointedly not looking at. Eddie can feel Buck’s stare almost like a physical force pushing into his skin, and he has to look away for a second.

“Hey, yo!” Michael yells out, trying to be louder than the music. He fails at that, but succeeds at breaking the moment he was having with Buck, and Eddie’s thankful (and just a little sad about it). Michael still gets everyone’s attention even though the music is louder. “We should be playing party games.”

“Ooh, how ‘bout some truth or dare?” Athena suggests, and Eddie was not expecting that.

“If everyone promises no hard feelings, no matter what happens,” Bobby adds, always awfully reasonable.

“I suggest someone finds fun Bobby so we can play some party games!,” Buck yells back, and everyone cheers.

“Hey,” Eddie quips, “we’re all adults, huh? I’m sure we can work something out.”

“I’m extremely sober,” Maddie says, laughter in her voice, “and I promise you guys I’m gonna have so much fun!”

“As long as you’re happy, baby,” Chim says, and Eddie smiles, so big it hurts.

It feels good to let go, not to worry about Christopher, knowing he’s in good hands, and not to worry about Buck, because he can see him at all time. It feels good to watch his friends having fun, being reckless in a good way.

For the first time in a long, long while, Eddie feels no guilt. No guilt about having someone else taking care of Christopher, no guilt about having fun, being drunk, letting loose; no guilt about looking at Buck and thinking about how fucking hot he looks.

Buck has a tequila bottle in one hand, and a bunch of plastic shot glasses stacked in his other hand.

“Help me out here, Eddie, c’mon,” he says, handing Eddie the bottle, while he passes everyone the tiny cups. “Sorry, Maddie, you don’t get any. Sucks to be you.”

“Thanks, asshole, I’m pregnant.”

“Which is why you don’t get any!”

“Oh, I get plenty,” she says with a wink at Chim, teasing, and Buck scrunches up his face, yelling gross, Maddie!, and she laughs, throwing her head back, while Chim laughs on the other side of the room.

Eddie pours everyone a shot.

“Ok,” Buck says, “everyone ready? On three! One… Two… Three!”

They all drink, and in the end agree to play some Frankenstein’s monster of a game: truth or dare, choosing truth and refusing to answer means taking a shot; choosing dare and refusing to do it means taking two shots – Bobby declares he won’t be refusing anything, to which Athena replies: “Don’t worry, we’ll come up with something equally as humiliating for you”. Being an asshole means everyone can gang up on you. They’re all adults, all car keys have been confiscated. Nothing is off limits. Maddie gets to be the judge of everything.

“Playing sober while pregnant sucks, my friends,” she reasons and, well, she’s right.

They sit in a circle, because they’re mostly drunk and it’s fun. Athena, Bobby, Michael, his boyfriend, Chimney, Hen, Karen, Eddie and Buck.

Their knees are touching, and Eddie feel like a schoolboy, but he can’t concentrate on anything else besides that.

“Ok,” Maddie says. “Chimney’s starting because I’m the judge and I say so! Spin the bottle, baby!”

Chimney rubs his hands and spins. It lands on Hen.

“Henrietta, my love! Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

He smirks. “Who’s your best friend? Me or Athena?”

There’s a chorus of whoa going around, everyone laughing. Hen looks pained.

“No. No, I can’t, pass me that bottle,” she says, dejected, which only makes everyone laugh more.

Hen spins, then, and it lands on Michael.

“Dare,” he says, before she can even ask.

Hen smirks.

“I want you to give Bobby a kiss.”

Buck chokes on nothing, which makes everyone laugh. Eddie puts his hand on Buck’s knee, trying to steady him for a second.

Michael looks at his boyfriend, looks at Athena. Looks at Bobby. His boyfriend nods, playful smile on his lips.

“Go on, boys,” Athena says, a tone to her voice that no one can identify, but they sure can hear. She licks her lips.

Michael nods, goes on his knees. Athena taps Bobby on the knee, and he does the same. It’s mostly a non-kiss. They barely graze each other’s lips before they’re moving back, and Hen, Athena and Chim immediately start booing them.

“Man, y’all suck,” Athena says, but she’s laughing. Bobby’s blush is furious. Buck’s laughter is loud, which gets everyone going.

Michael spins, then. It lands on Karen.

“So?”

“Dare.”

“Give Hen a lap dance,” he says, and he looks incredibly pleased with himself.

“Damn,” Eddie says, and notices his hand is still on Buck’s thigh. He picks up his beer just for a reason to move his hand away, to quit being a creep.

“Whose phone is playing the music?” Karen asks, and she doesn’t look shy at all. She changes the song to something with a low bass, and when Hen sits on the chair, as they all turn to watch, she puts on a show.

“Damn, Karen, my girl!” Athena yells, as Michael wolf-whistles, and everyone laughs.

“God, babe, you’re good,” Hen says, and they kiss.

Everyone sits back down at their original spots.

“Michael, you just had the best idea,” Chim says. He sounds like he’s plotting something. Eddie has the feeling he doesn’t want to know.

Karen spins, and it lands on Chimney.

“Truth.”

“Ok.” Karen looks serious, takes a deep breath. “Chimney. Is it a boy or a girl?”

Everyone explodes in laughter. Maddie, above them on the couch, starts yelling:

“Overruled, overruled!”

“Sorry, Karen, guess I’ll have to take a shot.” He does.

“You’re all super funny,” Maddie says. “Ha-ha.”

Karen blows her a kiss.

“Ok, my turn,” Chim says, and spins. It lands on Eddie.

Chimney slips on a poker face immediately.

“Edmundo. Truth or dare?”

Eddie wants to say truth, he does.

“Dare.”

Chim smirks.

“I want you to sit tight through a lap dance. From Buck.”

Buck chokes. Again.

“How is that my dare?” Eddie asks, but he knows as soon as he says the words that it’s the wrong thing to say.

“You know why this dare is for you, Eddie,” Chimney replies, which. Fair. Everyone knows, probably. Eddie’s suddenly drunker than he’s ever been in his entire life.

Chaos descends. Everyone is laughing, or making some snarky remark Eddie is pointedly ignoring.

“Buck.” Bobby says, low in the middle of the noise, but Eddie still catches it. “Are you ok?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he grabs the tequila bottle and takes a shot, then another one.

“Alright, Eddie,” he says, “move your ass to the chair.” He turns to Athena, making grabby hands. “Phone.”

Suddenly, everyone’s quiet.

Eddie’s sitting on the chair, and Buck, already taller than him when they’re both standing up straight, is looming in front of him, looking impossibly tall, impossibly broad, impossibly big. Buck shouldn’t even be possible. Eddie is sure Buck is a fever dream he’s having; that’s the only possible explanation to this moment.

God, Eddie is so screwed.

The song starts, and it’s probably not what any of them expected, but it is, somehow, exactly something Buck would pull up.

He cracks his neck, looking down at Eddie. This is another person. This is another Buck, in an alternate universe, where he looks at Eddie like he wants to eat him whole. He’s so damn big.

He starts moving, and Eddie knows he isn’t the only one surprised by just how not gangly he is. He’s never gangly, in life, but Eddie wasn’t expecting him to be able to move his hips like that. He’s not looking at anyone, can’t possibly tear his eyes away from Buck’s body, but he knows everyone’s thinking the same.

Who is this man?

He moves, his hips swaying as he goes, until he’s behind Eddie. He goes down, his hands moving slowly from Eddie’s shoulders, down the length of his arms, and back up. He keeps going, until his hands are on both sides of Eddie’s head, and then he’s tipping it back, making Eddie look at him, upside down. He winks. Eddie’s breath catches. Oh, God.

He moves in front of Eddie again, and starts coming close. Eddie hopes he won’t come any closer, that’s dangerous, but of course Buck does. Of course, Buck pretty much sits on Eddie’s lap, moving his long legs on either side of Eddie’s. Of fucking course, Buck moves his hips. Never learned a thing about control, huh?

He takes Eddie’s hands, places them low on his belly, holding onto Eddie’s wrists, and makes them move up, up, up, until Eddie gets the memo and starts pushing Buck’s shirt off of his shoulders until it falls to the floor.

Somewhere, distant in Eddie’s mind, he thinks about the fact that he can’t hear shit save for the song, loud around them. Their friends are almost annoyingly quiet after all that noise. But, then again, Eddie gets it. Buck’s putting on a show.

And, frankly, the whole thing is going fine. Is Eddie currently sporting a hard-on while Buck is in his lap? Sure. But that was par for the course, right? That was exactly what Chimney was hoping would happen. So, yeah, Eddie is doing fine. He is.

Right until Buck sinks his head to Eddie’s neck and licks a wet, wet stripe up to his ear.

Eddie, who was being a good boy up until now and was keeping his hands to himself, is only human, and cannot help himself as his hands shot up to hold onto Buck’s thighs, hard.

The song ends. Buck stills where he is, and presses a kiss behind Eddie’s ear, where his face is still tucked against Eddie’s neck, and moves up slowly, giving Eddie a second to breath.

Hen’s the first to break.

“Holy shit, Buckaroo! Whew, I’m hot over here, baby, and I don’t even like whatchu got!”

Buck laughs, ducks his head, a blush spreading hard down his neck.

“How you holding up there, Eddie?” Chimney says, teasing, and Maddie throws a cushion at him. “Ow, babe!”

“Shut up, Chim,” she says. Eddie’s thankful.

The music goes back to whatever it was before, and Eddie moves back to his spot quick, grabbing Buck’s shirt of the floor, balling it up, and placing it on his lap. A guy has modesty. Chim won’t stop looking at him, a knowing smirk on his lips – but hey. It’s not like no one else was watching. Everyone knows. Whatever.

He takes a shot of tequila, just for good measure. Then he spins. It lands on Athena.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth for a change, I guess; we need to stay alive.”

He laughs. “Ok. Tell us one thing Bobby would not like for you to tell us.”

Buck’s laughter is the only thing he can hear.

“Oh, Eddie, risky!”

Athena’s face is the look of mischief. “Sometimes my husband over here wants to wear socks to bed, if you catch my meaning,” she wiggles her eyebrows, looks around at everyone. “I don’t let him, of course.”

This just might be the loudest everyone’s laughed so far.

“Hey, I’m old, ok? A guy gets cold,” Bobby tries to go for nonchalant, but his cheeks are almost neon red.

“I’ll tell you guys,” Maddie starts, and Chimney immediately starts groaning. “Mr. Chimney has tried that once or twice on me. Stay strong, Athena!”

They laugh, and Athena spins. It lands on Eddie, but Maddie stops them.

“Nah, he just went, let the guy breathe. Spin again.”

It lands on Karen this time.

“Truth or dare, babe?”

“Truth.”

“Who’s your favorite? Michael or me?”

“You guys really need to quit the favorite thing,” Maddie complains from the couch, while Karen laughs.

“Nah, sis, Imma have a shot,” she says, and does.

She spins, and it lands on Buck.

“Alright, Buck! Truth or dare?”

Buck smirks. “Dare.”

Karen looks at Chimney. They smirk at each other.

“Brave, brave boy,” she says. “Take a shot, Buck.”

He looks confused. “Is that the dare?”

“Take the shot.”

He’s still confused, Eddie can see, but he does as he’s told.

“Good boy, Buck. Ready?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the p at the end.

“Seven minutes in heaven. You and Eddie.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to choke.

It feels as though someone hit the slow-motion button on the universe’s remote. He can feel his heart beating in his chest, can hear as everyone cheers and groans and laughs around them. When he’s able to focus again, Buck is already standing up and he’s offering one hand down to Eddie.

Taking it is both the easiest and riskiest thing Eddie could do tonight.

This has to be a fever dream, right? There’s no way this is happening to Eddie. They’re all adults. All drunk out of their minds, playing a stupid game of truth or dare. There’s no way this is happening.

But, hey. If this is a fever dream, then might as well take the chance while he has it. If he’s hallucinating, then there’ll be no consequences.

He takes Buck’s hand.

Karen and Chimney high five.

Eddie can hear as Athena yells “just go in the bathroom”, but Buck was already one step ahead of her. He locks the door and turns off the light, as dictate seven minutes in heaven rules.

They’re quiet, but they’re breathing heavy. Eddie has his back against the wall, and he’s reminded, yet again, of just how damn big Buck is, especially when he’s all up in Eddie’s space like this, when his hands are bracketing Eddie’s head, keeping him in place.

“Hi,” Buck says, and Eddie can hear the smile in his voice.

“Hi,” he replies, and he hates how breathless he sounds, but the only thing he can think of is the time they’re wasting. Seven minutes. Maybe the only seven minutes with Buck he’ll ever get. The clock is ticking.

“Is it ok, Eddie? We don’t have to do this.” He sounds careful, and Eddie hates it. He hates it when Buck’s careful with him, but what he hates more is the hesitation; hates that maybe Buck doesn’t want this, and that they’ve been forced into this situation by their pushy friends. He feels suddenly sober and he doesn’t like it.

“We don’t have to, Buck. It’s fine if you don’t want to. We’ll be fine.” He can’t help how dry his voice goes, how he sounds like he just lost something. He feels like he has.

There’s a pause. He can feel Buck moving, and suddenly there are big (thick, strong) hands around his jaw and cheeks, and Buck’s entire body is pressed against his, hot like a furnace.

“Oh, Eddie, I want it.”

And then he’s kissing Eddie, hard, his tongue pushing its way into Eddie’s mouth like it has a right to it, and, boy, Eddie is drunk.

Buck keeps his relentless assault on Eddie’s mouth as his hands move down, one settling on Eddie’s waist, and another going lower to grab a handful of his thigh, and Eddie, well. He’d be embarrassed, in any other circumstances, but right now all he can do is let out a small groan that still makes its way out despite their kiss, and Buck pulls away for a minute to laugh. Eddie is about to protest, except that Buck latches onto his neck next, and oh, oh, my God, this is embarrassing, but Eddie is painfully hard in his pants.

He moves one of his hands up where he can’t get a good tangle in Buck’s hair, because it’s so short (and ain’t that a shame?), but he can scrape his short nails against Buck’s scalp and the back of his neck. He learns that that does something, because Buck’s roughly shoving a leg in between Eddie’s, and suddenly there’s the amazing friction that Eddie so desperately wanted. He croaks out a broken get back up here, because he needs Buck’s tongue against his again, right now, or else he’s pretty sure he’s going to die.

He feels like the teenager he never really had the time to be. It’s intoxicating.

Buck’s hands are inside his shirt, moving up so, so slowly, when there’s a knock on the door and the spell breaks.

“Fuck,” Buck says, so heartfelt that it makes Eddie snort.

“Time’s up, boys,” Bobby says on the other side.

Buck squeezes his waist.

“Be right there,” he rasps out, and he sounds good.

Eddie knows he’ll never recover from this.

“We’re finishing this later, right?” Buck asks, and he sounds hopeful. Eddie knows this is their make-or-break moment.

“Come sleep over,” Eddie says, and before he can think, Buck’s kissing him again, hard, happy, smiling against Eddie’s lips.

“Every night, Eddie.” Another kiss. “Every night.”

They stumble out of the bathroom, shielding their eyes from the lights after the darkness inside. Everyone’s quiet for a moment, until Chim says:

“Damn, Eddie, sure you guys were making out and not that Buck was punching you on the neck?”

They all start laughing, and Eddie knows he’s blushing, but Buck hugs him, hiding his face in Eddie’s neck, as he says I’m sorry, and Eddie decides he doesn’t care. He starts laughing with them, because, really, this whole thing is ridiculous. He moves his hands inside Buck’s shirt, moving them up Buck’s back, and holding on tight.

Eddie feels distant, content to be hiding behind Buck’s body, drunk on the alcohol, but also on the smell of him, and nothing matters, until he hears Athena say:

“Does this mean the game is done?”

“The two of you suck!” Hen says, but she’s laughing.

“They sure will,” Chim adds, to which Eddie has to laugh.

“Congrats, Chim, that’s the first joke!” Buck says, muffled against Eddie, but somehow it still makes its way out and everyone laughs.

Maddie gets up from the couch. “Alright, let’s just go back to everyone having fun,” she says.

And they do.

[the-fiction-witch]

Watch You WHAT!

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I yawned fighting back the desire to sleep, I can't not with that dream occupying murderer I couldn't sleep, sleep would be suicide not when there is not possiblity I could wake myself-

"I got it!" I said as it clicked in my head I got up going to my bedroom window pulling the curtians away so I could look outside to nextdoor I saw the light flooding out nextdoors window as I looked into the bedroom of the boy nextdoor, he sat on his bed playing his bass in his boxer shorts and some motorbike t shirt so I waved but nothing, I yelled and nothing so I sighed getting my phone and calling him

"Hello?" He asks as he just picked up his phone without even looking

"Look out your window Thomas" I told him

"What? Y/n? Wh- why do I need to look out my window?" He asks

"Just do it you dickhole"

He put his bass down coming to the window with his phone

"I see you? Hello" he says as he waved

"Hi, I need you to do me a favour"

"Sure" he shrugs

"I need you to come over" I told him

"C-come over?" He stuttered "I uhh I thought your parents weren't there?"

"They aren't that's why I want you to come over"

"Uuuuhhh okay" he blushed "which door can you unlock for me?"

"Neither, my dad's paranoid about me sneaking out, just hop over the fence, and climb the drainpipe"

"Y-you want me to climb your drainpipe so I can sneak secretly into your room?"

"Yes now hurry up" I told him hanging up and getting a drink not even a minute later there was a tap into on my window so I opened it letting Thomas climb in

"Hi" he smiled as he shut my window for me

"Hi" I sighed as he came sitting on my bed with me

"Soo..." He began

"Soo" I began about to start telling him my plan but before I could speak he jumped in on me kissing me rather lustfully grabbing my waist I was in shock till he pulled away

"Umm y/n" he smirked blushing a little

"WHAT THE FUCK THOMAS!" I screamed

"What?" He asks

"Why did you kiss me!"

"But you- but i-" he stuttered very confused "have I missread this?"

"Yeah! Whatever the fuck you read this as is definitely wrong"

"You didn't invite me over so we could fool around?"

"No!" I argue "where the hell did you get that idea?"

"You rang me up in the middle of the night in your nightie telling me to drop was I was doing and sneak in your bedroom window while your parents are out' he explained "how the hell did you expect me to read it!"

"That I need to talk to you?"

"You couldn't talk on the phone?"

"No... Thomas this is serious, it has to be in person"

"Oh my god your pregnant!"

"What! Thomas no! I'm not pregnant!"

"Ooh... Are you in love with someone?" He asks carefully and with a suggestive tone to his voice "if you you should probably just out right tell me so we can go back to what we where doing?" He suggested trying to kiss me

"Not in love, and not with you even if I was" I argued pushing him away "why when I tell you I need to talk about something serious your first two guess are I'm pregnant or I'm in love with you?"

"Seemed logical" he shrugs

"What was your next guess?"

"Running away"

"What would your response to that have been?" I laughed

"Either, no don't go y/n we can work this all out or, get going get your new identity and I'll throw the police off your scent by feeding them false information"

"C-can I have your brain? When you die?"

"Why?" He asks

"I just want to... Study it" I told him "no Thomas I brought you over for a very simple reason, because of all these in dream murders I can't risk going sleep on my own I need you to sit here and watch me sleep and wake me up if I'm in trouble"

"You want me to do what?" He asks in shock

"Watch me sleep"

"Watch you what!"

"Watch me sleep Thomas it's not complicated"

"Am I really the person you want for this job? Given that you bought a black out blind for the soul purpose of stopping me looking in your window"

"Because you where being a perv!"

"And you want me sat watching you sleep?"

"It's not ideal... But you'll do"

"So I just have to sit here at the end of your bed not go to sleep and just watch you sleep and wake you if your about to be murdered?"

"Yes"

"No, I'm tried as it is I'm sorry y/n I'm not doing it" he says going to leave out my window

"I'll let you look through my window again?" I offer

"All the time?" He asks carefully

"As much as you want, but I shut my blind after a shower"

"No deal that's like the best bit" he says going to leave

"I'll let you feel my boobs!" I offer

He froze "both of them?"

"Yes" I sighed "under your nightie?"

"No I'm not wearing a bra you perv!"

"Your not?" He smirked his eyes linguring on my chest so I crossed my arms "no deal"

"I'll suck you off" I offer as he was about to climb out my window

"Really!"

"Yes" I sighed

"Will I get to finish?"

"Yes"

"Can you take your nightie off when you do it?" He smirked

"No!" I argue and he went to leave "I'll leave my nightie on but you can feel my boobs while you do it"

"Deal" he smirked "but I wanna keep watch in the bed"

"Fine" I sighed so we got sorted and I tucked myself up into bed Thomas sat over the covers with his phone "remember you wake me up if there's trouble"

"I will"

"Good,... Goodnight Thomas" I yawned

"Goodnight y/n" he smiled "hey uuhh before you go to sleep? Could I get a kiss goodnight?"

"Fine" I sighed sitting up and giving him a little kiss before I turned away to sleep.

"Ummmm... Uuuummmm....uuuhh ummmm" I heard as I slowly woke up that was the best night's sleep I've had in weeks I was curious as to what that noise was but then I remembered

Oh yeah, I let Thomas watch me sleep last night, And I let him sit in my bed.

I felt his hands on my breasts having slipped up my nightie to do so groping them softly and slowly his morning wood rubbing up against my butt, pressing kisses down my neck between his moans and making hikis to prevent much louder moans from waking me one hand left my breasts a moment slipping down my body pulling up my nightie so he could rub on my bare ass his hand grabbing my butt and thigh giving the soft squishy skin a grope "uuhh UUmmm oh god you feel so good" he groans desperately but hushed as he tried not to wake me returning to kissing his hand slipping around to touch my clit precisely and carefully "huummm again? Alright darling but this will really have to be the last one" he smirked his rubbing turning to humping so I pushed him s hands away and slapped him so hard he fell out my bed "y/n! What the hell!" He complained getting up

"Me! Your the pervert who was about to have sex with me in my sleep!"

"I wasn't going to have sex with you!"

"Then what where you doing!"

"I was... Going to hump your butt till I came and then get you off with my hands"

"You said again how many times have you done this tonight!"

"I've had three Uhhh I think you had about five" he shrugs sitting back on my bed "I kept asking if you wanted to you kept nodding I thought you where awake and you where playing with me" he blushed

"Your a dirty pervert"

"I know, shall we just call it even?"

"How is this even?"

"I stayed up like you asked me too in exchange for a promised blowjob... I got to fool around with you in bed I'm happy, so even?"

"Even" I agreed mostly to get me out of having to suck him off

"Okay, call me if you need me to come watch you sleep again" he sighed tugging his rather dirty boxers up and going to my window

"Thomas?"

"Yeah?"

"Might as well finish what you started"

"What?"

"I'm not that evil to make you go home when your half done come on" I laughed

"Really!"

"Yes" I laughed so he shut my window and jumped back in bed with me

"Want me to Uhhh do you to or just me?" He asked excitedly

"Well you might as well do both of us" I smirked turning to sit on my stomach he looked shocked but very excited

"You mean it?"

"Condoms in the top draw Thomas, and be quiet I don't know when my parents get home" I giggled

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Time Heals....Chapter Thirty-Seven Pt. 2

Chris couldn’t keep the satisfied smirk off his face as he walked into the museum gala with Robyn on his arm and every person stopped to watch them walk in. Robyn looked over at him and poked his cheek, “stop gloating, VA.”

“What?” He said with a chuckle, “I’m trying not to be so obvious but damn you look better than everybody in here.”

“Including you?”

“Definitely including me. I’m a close second though.”

Robyn giggled, “I can agree with that.”

She leaned up to peck his lips, “love you.”

“I love you too, Baby. We should find my boss and say hi first that way it’s not a big deal if we leave earlier.”

“WHEN we leave early,” Robyn corrected.

“Yes Ma’am.”

Robyn chuckled as she nudged his shoulder. Chris nudged her back before kissing her temple.

It took a few more minutes before they were able to find Chris’s boss. Robyn looked over at him and he playfully rolled his eyes, “Trust me, she doesn’t want me and I don’t want her.”

“I’m not worried about that. She is pretty though.”

“Eh, she’s alright.”

“You do not have to downplay it for me.”

“I got the most amazing woman on my arm, I don’t have to downplay anything. Only got eyes for you.”

“Eww…. what romance novel you been reading?”

“See, why can’t I just say some sweet shit and you accept it?’

“Because that doesn’t sound like something you would say.”

“I am trying to not get ahead of myself because if I said what I really wanted, you might slap me.”

“Tonight. In my mood. You never know.”

Chris leaned back, “oh really. See, don’t start what you aren’t gonna finish. You can’t say stuff like that and we in sex-free mode.”

“Maybe I don’t want to stay in sex-free mode.”

“I am not doing this with you tonight. Let’s go say hi to my boss before you get me in more trouble.”

Robyn giggled as they continued walking over to his boss. Leilani Odo stood about five feet seven inches tall, had espresso colored skin and the lightest hazel eyes. She was an impressive specimen of a woman. Chris walked over to her and ceremoniously kissed her cheek, “Ms. Odo, I would you like you to meet my date for this evening and the mother of my twin daughters, Robyn Fenty.”

The two women sized each other up quickly before coming to a silent agreement. Robyn held out her hand and Leilani shook it, “Ms. Odo, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise Ms. Fenty but feel free to call me Leilani. Chris seems to forget that we aren’t in the office at the moment.”

“Of course, Leilani. Call me Robyn.”

“So Robyn, what do you do?”

“I’m a budget manager for a private company in Dallas.”

“Dallas? And you drove all the way here for tonight?”

“Chris is very persuasive.”

“That’s why he’s my best presenter for the department. Can charm anyone into anything.”

“Don’t I know it?”

Both women turned to look at Chris and he smiled shyly as Robyn leaned into his shoulder, “Chris said that you got him tickets for tonight.”

“I did. It was a bit of a gift for his presentation to my superiors. He made me look very good and they were very fond of him.”

“That’s awesome. He neglected to tell me that little tidbit.”

“Not too surprised. Also I heard around the office that he had started seeing this very beautiful young lady and wanted to meet you. Anybody that could mellow this guy out deserves an incredible night out on the town.”

Robyn chuckled, “thank you. And it wasn’t easy but I think I’ve got him trained.”

“Trained?” Chris interjected, “wooow”

Robyn and Leilani laughed.

“Well Robyn, Chris, I need to make some more rounds so I will see you later. Robyn, it was great to finally meet you.”

“Same here.”

“Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Leilani shook both of their hands before making her way to other guests in the room. Chris turned to Robyn, “you suddenly a comedian now?”

“What you mean?”

“You training me now?”

“Babe, it was just a joke.”

“Ooh I’m Babe now. So we official, official?”

“Not yet. I haven’t decided.”

“Why you playing with my emotions, Ms. Fenty?”

“I’m not. I’m really trying to figure this out.”

Chris leaned over to peck her lips, “I’m joking with you, Baby. Relax.”

“Chris, don’t joke about that. I’m trying not to be nervous about it.”

“What’s there to be nervous about? I’m not going nowhere regardless of what you decide.”

“What you gonna do? Stalk me?”

“Well we have kids so not quite but I’ll be around.”

Robyn giggled, “I’m joking with you, Baby. Relax.”

“Very funny.”

“I still love you.”

“You better.”

                                              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chris’s eyes widened as he followed her into the darkened room partially lit by red strobe lights. The heavy Latin bass rattled the baseboards as they continued further into the room. His face formed a smirk as Robyn started gingerly swirling her hips as she walked. 

Robyn looked back over her shoulder at Chris as she extended her hand to him. He quickly took it then moved to lead her to the floor. He spun her quickly before pulling her to him, aligning her back to his front. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “you might regret this.”

Robyn giggled, “why you say that?”

“You’ll see.”

Chris spun her to face him and grabbed her other hand before segueing into a few quick Salsa steps, his hips swaying smoothly. 

“So you do remember how to dance?”

“I came out the womb dancing. You know better than to question that.”

Chris pressed her closer to his body as they moved in sync with each other, “I’m more surprised about you. I don’t remember you much for dancing if it wasn’t dancehall or soca.”

“Nothing wrong with widening your taste. Besides they play that here too.”

“Not surprised about that.”

“What you trying to say? That I’m not adventurous?”

“I’m saying ... absolutely nothing.”

Robyn chuckled, “I think tonight is gonna be a great night.”

“I think so. Ready to speed this up, Ms. Fenty?”

“Born ready.”

                                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Damn it, Robyn” Chris grunted out as he tried to get his arms out of his jacket. Robyn pushed it off his shoulders until it dropped on the seat beneath him. She reached down to pull her dress up over her hips then behind herself to slide down the zipper on her dress just enough for her to move around. Meanwhile, Chris was fiddling with his zipper as she straddled the top of his thighs. Robyn slid her hands over his to steady his movement, gingerly sliding the zipper down over his enlarged appendage. Shoving his pants down enough to get it out, Robyn wrapped her hand over it. The veins pulsed in her palm as half of it extended beyond her grasp. She looked at Chris then ran her tongue along the spot just beneath the head and Chris hissed in response. She giggled then did it a few more times before Chris grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

“What?” she murmured.

“I got one good nut built up in me right now and I do not wanna cum in your mouth. Stop it.”

She pushed his hand away from her hair before she swung the dark locks over one shoulder, “in that case -” She shifted upward and directed the appendage directly inside her. They both let out a soft sigh as she settled into place and her walls tightened around him.

“God, you feel so good.”

“Make yourself feel even better.”

“Can I ride it?”

“We ain’t got much room to do anything else.”

Robyn laughed, “You ruin everything, you know that? This isn’t supposed to be funny.”

“You the one who attacked me in the backseat of this damn car knowing we both tall as fuck. I’ma have a damn cramp by the time we finish.

“It was either here or get a ticket for public indecency in that club.”

“I know but-” Robyn tightened her walls around his dick and Chris moaned, “damn Girl, don’t do that.”

“Then stop ruining stuff and shut up.”

“You so violent.”

“I am gonna gag you, Christopher.”

“Promise?”

Robyn rolled her eyes as she shifted to place her hands, palms down, on the seat on either side of Chris’s head, “you get on my nerves.”

“I do? Show me.”

“Gladly.”

                                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~    

“Robyn.”

“Yes Baby?”

“My house is a mess.”

Robyn laughed as she surveyed the living room from her spot, between Chris’s legs, on the couch, “you did it.”

“I did not do it. You did.”

“Did you or did you not put me on that coffee table?

“I did but-”

“Did you or did you not have me against that bookcase?’

“I did but-”

“Did you or did you not-” Robyn stopped talking as Chris grabbed her face and started kissing her. She shifted her naked body to straddle his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She sucked on his tongue as he gently gripped her neck from the front. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he widened his legs causing her body to settle firmly against his midsection. A few moments passed before he pulled back. She took in a gulp of air as she tucked her face into his neck.

“After last night and you still rude as hell.”

“You like it. And I like you punishing me.”

“You’re dangerous.”

“I am not.”

“Robyn, you bit me.”

“You told me to.”

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did. I distinctly remember when you did.”

“When?”

“Well, you had me against the bookcase and I was messing with your ear then I started nibbling on it.”

“Exactly. Nibble. You bit my neck like a damn vampire. I probably have an imprint.”

“Well you choked me.”

“You told me to, repeatedly, then threatened to beat my ass if I didn’t. And I give spankings not take them.”

Robyn chuckled before kissing the side of his neck, “sorry if I hurt you.”

“You didn’t. Haven’t had sex this physical in years, that’s all. You ok?”

“I’m fine for now. Probably be sore later on but I can deal with that.”

“You know we might’ve had an accident.”

“What you mean?”

“Robyn, I never put on a condom.”

“I know and I never asked you to. What’s the accident?”

“You could get pregnant.”

“I’m on birth control and if you somehow magically get me pregnant on Depo. We’ll just have another baby and be a million dollars richer because I’ma sue the fuck out of them.”

Chris laughed. 

“Chris, if I had an issue with it, I would’ve made sure you wore one or we wouldn’t have had sex last night. If I don’t say anything then it’s nothing to worry about.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. You ok?’

“Yea, feel a little irresponsible but fine nonetheless.”

“You look like you got something else on your mind.”

“I do. Just trying to think if this is the right time to ask.”

“I’m naked in your lap in the middle of a wrecked living room, doesn’t get much more vulnerable or open than this so just ask.”

“Why’d we have sex last night?”

“Because I wanted to.”

“Even in our current status.”

“Our current status is exclusively dating, therefore fucking seems to fall underneath that. This wasn’t spontaneous, Chris.”

“It wasn’t?”

“I mean me wanting to have sex with you wasn’t spontaneous. How it happened definitely was, nobody plans to crack a coffee table. I made this decision before we even left your house so if it didn’t happen, I would’ve been ok and it did happen, I still would be ok. I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t high. I just decided to do what I wanted and throw a bit of caution to the wind. No more. No less.”

“Ok since we being so honest-”

“Last night.”

“I didn’t even get the question out.”

“I know you so I already knew what the follow up was gonna be. Last night was better than eight years ago and I am not explaining why so don’t ask me.”

Chris laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple, “I love your stubborn ass.”

“I know.”

“So where do we go from here?”

“We keep building. We keep learning. We keep loving. If it’s meant to work out, it will.”

“Now what experience in your life taught you that?”

“The fact I’m lying here with you eight years after the most heartbreaking moment of my life. Something pulled us back here, whether we’re meant to be friends or be lovers has yet to be seen but we are clearly stuck with each other.”

“Not sure if you’re happy or upset about it.”

“I’m happy about it until you do something stupid to make me mad again.”

“I would promise that I won’t but I don’t wanna lie to you.”

“Good, cause I don’t want you to lie to me either.”

Chris laughed then kissed her temple, “so when you wanna start cleaning up?”

“Depends on how long it takes you to cum.”

Chris smirked as he grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up in the air. Robyn reached down to stroke his swelling dick as it started to straighten out, Once it was close to full extension, Chris sat her down on top of it and she moved her hands to his shoulders, “you ready to ride, Christopher?”

“I should be asking you that. Go for it.”

Robyn giggled as she started swirling her hips for a moment before locking her thighs around him and bucking hard. Chris dug his hand into her hair, tugging her head backwards as she kept riding, harder and faster. Her knees pressed deeper into couch cushions, Chris was pushed hard against the arm of the couch, the side table rocked with each buck forward. Robyn kept going. And she kept going. Chris could feel his orgasm at the tip of his dick and he wasn’t quite ready to cum yet. Before she could blink, Robyn was pushed on her back and Chris grabbed both her legs, placing them over one shoulder. He slowed down his stroke and watched as Robyn started to gasp for air and her eyes fluttered closed. He smacked her thigh with his other hand and her eyes snapped open with a hard emerald glare, “always keep your eyes on me, remember?”

He slammed into her, impaling her onto his whole dick before pulling out halfway then pushing back into her. Robyn anchored her hands onto the arm of the couch behind her head. Chris smirked as he let her legs down off his shoulders and spread them as wide as he could get them to go. He pulled out until just the tip was inside her. He swirled it around her outer walls before tapping it against her clit. The hood having pulled back, it was open and overly sensitive, causing Robyn to jump every time he touched it. He smeared his pre-cum across her clit and her lips then leaned back to watch her cum drip out of her and mingle with his. It was a creamy mess as it slowly trailed down her skin. Chris used the tip to catch it before it hit the couch then slid back inside of her. Robyn moaned loudly. Chris grabbed her by her hip then gingerly started stroking her again. He kept moving slow, trying to draw out his orgasm as much as he could. He felt a shock run up his spine, it could feel it building. Robyn was already shaking against him. Her Big O was coming too. 

He tried to think of anything else but the beauty gyrating against him but it wasn’t working. He never thought they’d be here and definitely not so soon but he wasn’t gonna take advantage of this and start slacking off. She was confident and would definitely leave if he didn’t keep up what he had started doing. He also had to admit, learning about who she had become was fun and it endeared her to him even more. It helped to understand why she did what she did with their daughters and it got rid of the anger he was holding onto about it.

“Chris.” Robyn whispered drawing him out of his inner thoughts, “you’re drifting from me, Baby.”

“Just want you to get yours first.”

‘I’d rather we get ours together. Fill me up, please.”

“I will. I will.”

He started pushing into her harder and harder. Robyn clenched her walls trying to hold him in as much as she possibly could. He kept pushing. Kept stroking.

“Might wanna get that lawsuit ready because this just might be a baby,” Chris grunted out as his seed started to shoot into her body. Robyn arched up hard, her nails dragged along the sofa, stretching the leather as she screamed out. Chris wanted to move but his body had stiffened as his semen just kept coming. He could feel it starting to come out of her, it mingling with her juices and spreading all over their skin. This was gonna be a sticky mess. He was gonna have to get a new couch.

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I listen as Tommy chirps on and on about anything and everything in life at the moment. His new girlfriend Roxie, his new apartment, the almost finished album, how cool he thinks Nikki, Mick and Vince are...I nearly question why he's telling me about things I know about, then I realize we haven't had an actual conversation in so long. We have small talk between walking club to club and in passing, but I can't remember the last time we talked in depth about our lives, one on one.

"Hey, um, so your folks are gonna be at the wedding or...?" He asks next, lacing up the thick ribbon at the back of the wedding dress I'm trying on and I furrow my brows a little shake my head, looking at him in the mirror of the dressing room.

"No, I don't think so." I say. "Not unless my mother's there to protest it."

He chuckles at the thought, allowing more silence to settle between us, acting like he wants to say something.

"What's up, Tommy?" I ask him, a little worried, and he shrugs a little, tying off the ribbon in a bow.

"I was just thinking since your pop isn't gonna be there to walk you down the aisles, um, I don't know, maybe I could." He suggests hesitantly.

I smile a little, licking my lips as I stare at him.

"I assumed that was already the arrangement." I state and he smiles from ear to ear, nodding his head excitedly.

"Fuckin' sick, dude." He says, trying to downplay how excited he really is.

"Viv, c'mon, we ain't got all day!" Vince pipes from outside and I roll my eyes, hiking up the heavy skirt and stepping outside to stand in front of the giant mirror, standing on the pedestal as Tansy fixes the bottom of it, making sure it looks perfect before actually paying attention to the dress itself.

She steps back to study it the way Tommy is, Vince doesn't care and I'm pretty sure Mick's asleep behind his sunglasses.

It's extremely poofy.

The short sleeves are nearly at my ears, the skirt is like a giant cloud of tool and...

"...Where'd your tits go?" Vince asks me, as if he's insulted that my boobs have been lost in the amount of overzealous fabric around my chest.

"Vince!" Tansy scolds him quietly, hitting his arm.

"I'm just sayin' when Nikki's sayin' his vows, he's gonna want something to look at to remind him why he's marrying you to begin with." Vince says as if it makes perfect sense and I close my eyes for a moment.

"Yes, because the soul of a successful marriage is built on a great set of breasts." I state sarcastically.

Tansy's just staring at him, confused, her brows furrowing slightly before she says:

"I think I am falling in love with you again." It's a sarcastic acknowledgement that she was, in fact, in love with him her freshman year of high school when they dated, and he smirks.

"I have that affect on women." He replies smugly, winking at her and she rolls her eyes.

"You look like a cotton ball." Mick speaks up.

"Yeah, you can't really tell where you start and where you end." Tansy adds next in all seriousness.

"Tommy, whatcha think?" I ask him, knowing he and I probably share the same opinion.

"It's not gonna be easy to get out of." He points out, giving me a knowing little look.

"Yeah, next dress." I huff, hauling myself to the dressing room and he follows, helping me get out of it, which is actually harder than getting in to it.

We discarded the employee on duty a while ago, Mick told her if we needed her help, we would let her know, so she hasn't bothered us since which leaves Tansy to go pick out dresses in my size she'd think I'd like.

"Here, Tans," Tommy holds the giant white fluff through the door that's ajar, and Tansy takes it from him and exchanges it with a much more subtle one. "Ooh, Viv, this one's nice." It's the first time he's said something about any of the dresses she's brought, so I hope this is the one I pick so we can get out of here.

I close my eyes, so confident that this is the one I'll love so I want it to be a surprise.

It's a lot lighter than the big one I just tried on and it's strapless from what I can tell.

Once I step outside and get in front of the mirror, I glare at Vince and Tommy who're more than happy with this dress because the fabric of the entire gown is a sheer nude color that's covered in sparkling little beads and faux diamonds, and the strapless top has my chest nearly falling out.

"You look like a Jezebel." Mick spouts honestly and I agree, nodding my head.

"Dirty Stripper Vivian in bride form would make me say, 'I do', with no second thoughts." Vince assures me.

"I am done for the day." I groan, leaning my head back and rubbing my face.

We've been here for hours, having Tommy, Vince, and Mick fitted for their tuxes and picking out Tansy's bridesmaid dress and I just want to go eat somewhere.

As soon as I get the dress off and get my jeans and T-shirt back on, I give out a sigh of relief.

"We'll try again tomorrow." Tommy says enthusiastically, trying to keep me optimistic as he slings his arm around my shoulder and walks out with me.

"Are we done?" Vince asks once they see us heading for the door.

"Yeah." I tell him and he hops up from the couch.

"See you guys tonight." Is all he says before darting out the door.

"You guys hungry?" Tansy asks me, Tommy and Mick once we get outside.

"Yes." I say before anyone else can. "I need to go home and check on Nikki and change, though."

"Okay, well, just come to the Rainbow whenever you guys are done." She gives me a suggestive look and Tommy chuckles a little, nudging my arm.

"Being that he hasn't spoken to me, aside from when I made him at the studio a few days ago, I highly doubt there will be any sex anytime soon. In fact, we might have to have one of you communicate our vows to one another because it is impossible for him to speak directly to me and I don't see that changing by June 30."

"It's Nikki, not rocket science, just walk around naked." Tansy suggests.

"That wouldn't work." I frown.

"Yeah, it would." Mick and Tommy say at the same time.

I don't argue because I haven't tried it yet.

Once I get to our apartment, I go inside to see Nikki on his bass with a couple of empty beer bottles on the table in front of him.

He doesn't look at me, engrossed in his work and I set the keys on the kitchen counter and wait hesitantly before stepping to our bedroom and shutting the door.

I discard my clothes, a sudden tinge of nerves settling within me when I open the door.

He's got a cigarette hanging from his lips, patting his pockets for his lighter and I see it laying on the counter by my keys. I grab it and step to him just as he's about to stand up and look for it.

I'm reaching out to light his cigarette before I can help myself, smirking to myself when I catch him looking me over before he goes back to writing.

I see the title scribbled down as "Looks That Kill" but before I can read any of the lyrics upside down, he's flipping the notepad over, looking at me sharply, blowing a cloud of smoke in to my face.

"It's unfair I have to wait until the album is finished before hearing any of it." I comment, ignoring the look he just gave me.

I get an almost smile out of him as he pulls the pad of paper to his knee.

"You can't not talk to me forever, you know." I point out to him and he doesn't even acknowledge me. "We are going to have to speak to each other in order to communicate vows." I remind him and he sighs out, closing the notepad with his pen inside it, plucking at his bass strings as if pretending to be busy at this point.

I huff out a breath, tears of frustration threatening to spill over my lashes.

I give up and step back to our bedroom, getting my shirt back on and just pulling on a pair of panties before stepping back in to the living room.

"Okay, I get it. If I wanted you to be happy about me being knocked up, I should've presented it in a way that seemed happy and optimistic. But instead I told you out of spite during an argument when you said something I didn't want to hear and I really am sorry, Nikki. But ignoring me isn't going to change the fact that I'm pregnant or make me disappear. If you want to break up just tell me and I'll get my shit and figure it out myself." I say shakily, about to walk away when he reaches out from his place on the couch and grabs at the bottom of my thigh, stopping me.

"I don't..." He starts, looking for what to say. "I don't know how to do this." He motions between us. "I've just kinda been bullshitting it the past two years and now I can't just bullshit it because there's gonna be a kid involved and I don't how to do this." He explains.

"You think I know how to do this?" I ask him, chuckling nervously, wiping the tear that starts streaming down my face.

"You're all calm and shit so I figured I was the only one worried about it."

"Are you kidding me? We barely know how to date, let alone be married or have a baby but, Nikki, no one freaking knows how to be married or have a kid. It's just something we have to figure out and we will." I shrug, sitting on the coffee table in front of him, my knees fitting between his.

"So we're basically just winging it?" He asks me, an amused little grin on his lips and his hands reach out to rub soothing circles on the sides of my legs.

"Yeah, I guess we are."

An hour later, we're walking in to the Rainbow, his arm around my shoulders as we step to the booth that Tansy, Mick, Tommy and, unsurprisingly, Sparkie, have taken hostage.

"Oh, there you are." Tansy's bright blue eyes hover over Nikki and I as she acknowledges us, causing the others at the table to look at us as well.

"Where's Vince?" I ask, scooting in by Nikki once he sits down on the other side of Sparkie.

"Beth doesn't want him around Tansy." Tommy says without thought and I furrow my brows slightly.

"Um, why?" I raise a brow, looking at Tansy as she exhales.

"Because I model naked." She replies, obviously not enjoying the conversation. "And she knows we dated and she's not okay with us being friends."

"Yeah, but that was, like, five years ago." I point out.

"Wait, you and Vince?" Sparkie interrupts, clearly unaware. "I thought it was you and Tommy?"

"You and Tommy?" Mick asks, his expression slightly grossed out.

"Damn, you're fast." Nikki chuckles out to Tansy and she rolls her eyes.

"Oh, like you guys haven't just gone through anything with a vagina." She retorts, crossing her arms. "And I was in love with Vince when we were together and Tommy and I were..." She trails off, looking at him as if asking for his help to describe what happened between them. "...very close friends." Is all she can come up with and Tommy cuts his eyes at her.

"You and Vivian are close friends. Does that mean you two have...?" Nikki playfully fits his index and middle finger between the index and middle finger of his other hand together in a scissoring motion.

Tansy and I look at each other, reading each other's minds.

"Maybe." She smirks, stirring her Coca-Cola with her straw.

"We won't confirm nor deny." I add, trying not to laugh at his and Tommy's shifting expressions.

Surely they know we're bullshitting, but they're still picturing us in the act, and seeming to enjoy it.

"Imbeciles." I mumble and hold back a chuckle as I shove at Nikki with my elbow and he snaps out of his daydream of the little blonde inches away from him, screwing me.

Tansy pops Tommy in the back of the head to get him to stop picturing it and he snaps "ow!" at her and pouts a little bit.

I forget Sparkie's here, mainly because he's zoned out completely and no longer speaking, riding the high of whatever he took prior to coming here tonight as it kicks in.

"So, tell me when this albums coming out." Tansy says to the guys, and I glance at Nikki.

"No clue but we're halfway through recording." He tells her.

"Well, I want to hear the new music." She informs him and I scoff.

"He won't let me listen to anything until it's finished." I tell her.

"Oh, c'mon, that's not fair. We're supposed to have special privileges that include hearing what you guys are working on. We don't care if it's not finished or perfected." She argues.

"Show us your tits and we'll think about it." Tommy jokes halfway, and Mick hits him in the back of the head this time. “Ow!” He bursts out again and Nikki and I unapologetically chuckle at his discomfort.

We stay at the Rainbow and Tansy and I order food while the guys start their never ending round of booze until it’s time for us to leave.

As always, a few girls recognized Mick, Tommy and Nikki, and covered our bill completely.

We step out of the bar and grill and listen as Sparkie makes a suggestion that I’m not entirely sure about.

“All the blow, booze and babes you can imagine.” He says as he nudges Tommy with his elbow. “I mean beautiful bitches that do whatever and whoever the fuck you tell them to do.” He adds. “It’s gonna be awesome.” He finishes off telling us about some wild party one of his friends is supposed to be having tonight, wanting Tommy and Nikki to come with him and Tansy.

“Well, baby, Viv’s pregnant. She doesn’t need to be around all that.” Tansy tells him.

“Did I say anything about her coming?” He asks, laughing at her ignorance.

“Yeah, the one responsible one isn’t invited.” I mumble under my breath and only Nikki hears me, looking at me with a little smile.

“Don’t get me wrong, hun, you’re a hoot and all but all you do is drink water and stay in the corner like a little angel.” Sparkie looks at me as he speaks.

“Nah, don’t let her deceive you. She’s got two little horns under all this hair,” Nikki tries to lighten up the angry tension rolling off of me, his hand resting at the crown of my head, his fingers sifting through my hair. “They’re red so they just blend in with the color, is all.”

“Thank you.” I mouth to him instead of rolling my eyes at Sparkie’s response that I don’t hear because I’m distracted by Nikki, who leans down and presses a sloppy but brief kiss on my lips as we step down the pavement of the sidewalk.

“I go, Viv goes.” Tommy states.

“I guess she can come with us.” Sparkie doesn’t sound enthused as now it’s Tommy who’s giving me an unamused look at the man’s words.

It’s clear that Sparkie doesn’t realize that he has to pry Tommy off my leg, like a child being dropped off for their first day of school, because ever since I’ve returned from New York he’s rarely let me be separated from him unless it’s when I’m going home to go to bed. I’ve come to the conclusion that our closeness is possibly unhealthy, however, it’s the healthiest unhealthy habit that Tommy Lee currently has, so I’m not going to complain about it.

By the time we’ve decided we’re going to this magical party with endless sins, Tommy got ahold of Vince at a payphone and he’s out of Beth’s grip long enough to go with us.

None of us are exactly sure where we are once we actually get to this place after figuring out who’s driving who.

Not that anyone seems to care once we actually get inside the high dollar mansion because it’s an actual raunch fest.

“Holy shit.” Tommy, Vince, Nikki and even Mick all seem to have a synchronized mind because they all say it at the same time the second we step inside.

Every girl in here is naked, any of the ones with clothes on are dressed in obvious, absurdly over-done fetish costumes and there’s one for any type of preference any one of these shitfaced men have.

There’s a bizarre energy created by incredibly random “artwork” consisting of construction paper plastered with hot-glued on styrofoam, used condoms and what appears to be genital jewelry that create abstract images, and paintings used with various tones of peculiar looking paint.

Sparkie sees me and Nikki staring at one of paintings in the long hallway before stating, casually, “it’s cum with food coloring in it.”

It doesn’t take me long to realize this is a glorified crack den.

The bitter smell of boiled cocaine burns at my lungs slightly because there’s freebasing happening in the kitchen as we pass by.

Loud moans and sounds of sex rattle blatantly through the house and echo from above our heads from different rooms upstairs containing orgies that are sprinkled with different flavors of kink.

It’s crowded in here, people scattered on the floors, couches, counters, tables, stairs and anywhere else they can sit comfortably and do their drugs, drink their alcohol and screw around.

“I need to pee.” I say to Nikki over the loud New Wave music that’s blaring, my hand keeping its steel grip on his arm.

“Hey, Sparkler, is there a bathroom?” He asks Sparkie and he pulls away from Tansy’s tongue laced kiss to reply.

“Upstairs, man.” Is all he gives us before going back to her.

Vince and Tommy are long gone, probably trying to get some coke and hook up with one of the pretty naked girls parading around from person to person.

I stay glued to Nikki as we push past people to get to the spiral stairs.

We’re dodging people who’re reaching out to touch us every now and then in their hallucinogenic states of mind.

“Jesus Christ.” Nikki hisses, stopping me before I step on a needle that’s sticking straight up in the shag carpet upstairs before I risk getting one of my exposed toes pricked.

Once we get upstairs, he’s opening every door, looking for a bathroom.

I keep my eyes on the floor to avoid seeing anything I don’t want to see, and I’m glad I do because every door he opens results in a “oops sorry” from him, over the sound of immense pleasure and other sound effects before he shuts the door back. The fourth door he opens is a pretty big bathroom and he tells me, “it’s safe,” before he actually fathoms if it is or not. By the time I look up and see a naked blonde girl sitting on the edge of the tub getting eaten out by a guy while another naked blonde hovers over the first one’s face with her legs spread.

“Nikki!” I squeeze my eyes shut and burry my face in to the leather of his jacket as he laughs and closes the door.

“Sorry, just wanted to see you get all frustrated.” He admits, brushing some of his teased black hair from his eyes.

“Well, it worked.” I roll my eyes and he smirks, proud of himself.

He opens the next door and looks inside, another group sexcapade is taking place in there but he looks at me instead of just shutting the door.

“It’s the master bedroom. And I think there’s a bathroom in there.” He tells me and I raise my brows.

“I am not walking through the land of vaginal secretion and ball sweat.” I argue. “I’ll go pee in the yard.”

“It’s not that bad in there. I’ve seen worse.” He shrugs and I look at him, not budging. “Why the fuck are you so stubborn?”

Before I can answer he’s picking me up bridal style, stepping through said ”land of vaginal secretion and ball sweat” to get to the bathroom.

I keep my eyes closed but hear every moan, sticky sound of skin against skin and anything wet sliding together and try not to throw up at the god awful stench of expired sex and...toothpaste?

I don’t open my eyes until Nikki’s shut the bathroom door and I sigh with relief that it’s empty, though there are signs it was recently used in some odd way.

“This dude was using toothpaste as lube in this one chick’s ass.” Nikki whisper yells and I twist my face in confusion.

“Toothpaste has no slip to it, though.” I state, hiking my skirt up and crouching over the toilet seat.

Nikki notices, leaned against the door, and chuckles.

“Are you squatting?” He asks.

“I’m avoiding an infection.” I say, grabbing toilet paper that’s surprisingly present, wiping. “Unless you want to eat infected pussy.” I flush the toilet and stand up to pull my skirt down and wash my hands.

“Eh, wouldn’t be the first time.” He shrugs and I glare at him. “You’re always shoving your tongue down my throat so really, when you think about it, you’ve also eaten infected pussy.”

“Shut up!” I laugh but feel grossed out at the same time.

“You ready to go join the party or not?” He grins, nodding his head to the door and I groan a little.

“Can we just stay locked in here? Sparkle’s getting on my nerves.” I purposely butcher Sparkie’s name the way Nikki did earlier and he laughs.

“Yeah, he’s kind of an asshole, huh?”

“Tansy scraped the bottom of a barrel and brought the gunk she collected to L.A.” I tell him, crossing my arms.

“If I can’t knock his teeth in, you can’t.” He reminds me and I step to him to get to the door.

We finally get back downstairs and Tommy seeks us out the second he sees us.

“Dude, c’mon!” He grabs at Nikki, who drags me with him as Tommy leads him to an array of naked girls, a bag of pills, a mountain of cocaine and a full bottle of Jack Daniels waiting for him on one of the packed out couches.

When he goes to sit down, he pulls me down to sit on his lap, opening the whiskey and taking a giant gulp of it.

I watch him carefully, studying and memorizing everything about him the best that I can as if this will all be over in a flash.

“What is it?” He asks me after he catches me staring at him, a drop of Jack dribbling down his chin as hazel eyes look at me with the curiosity of a little boy who’s on the brink of having the world.

I love you.

I want to say what’s never been spoken between us, but instead all I can manage to do is lean down and kiss him.

[lovedroughtff]

Chapter 2 ~ Stuck On Stupid

It's confusing How you do it It's like you take my heart and glue it to your soul Yeah baby And I'd do anything for you Ooh you know that much it's true Girl I'm so in love I'm stupid They say everybody plays the fool sometimes And if I've got to I don't mind I'll be the best damn fool for you No lie And girl I lose it every time 

 Cash

It’s been a few days since I last saw or talked to my brother, I know he’s still pissed at me from calling out Dahlia. But I couldn’t help it. Dahlia and Ashton together, is a horrible mix and I’m not picking up the pieces of their toxic relationship for the fourth time in a row.

I was sipping on my drink, once I saw my best friend Kristen. I smiled and got up to greet her, it’s been a while since I seen her and I miss her.

“Hi Bestie!” She laughed when I engulfed her in a hug.

“I missed you so much.”

“I can see that.” She chuckled again.  

We released each other and started talking,  

“So, what’s been going on Autumn?” Kris asked, I rolled my eyes, knowing she called me Autumn to irritate me. 

“Stop it,” but I shrugged, “Nothing really, Daddy is fine and I don’t know about Ashton, because we got into a fight.”

The waitress delivered Kris a water and took our orders, once she was done she walked away. Kris stirred her straw in the water, looking at me saying “So, what did you do?”

I again, rolled my eyes and told her about catching Dahlia and Ashton in bed together and what I said.

“Autumn Cashmere Scott, you know you’re dead ass wrong for that.” She scolded.

“It’s about time he came with the facts, she’s a manipulative bitch and I can’t stand her playing with my  brother’s feelings. He needs someone new or he’s gonna be stuck on heartbreak mode forever.” I was getting sad, because all I wanted was to protect my brother, and I couldn’t do shit, because he never listened to me.

Kris just nodded and I knew that she understood more than anyone.

“Speaking of siblings, how are yours?” I asked,

“The Harris/Jimmenez clan or the Hayes clan?” She giggled

“Harris/ Jimmenez, are the only ones I like being around.”

She shrugged, “Well, Bass just started 9th grade and he’s the sweetest boy ever, then Ari is the sweetest starting her second year in college, straight A’s as always. Raquel is annoying as always, mean too, but I think she’s okay with her tattoo shop and school, and you know it’s never easy for Sienna. I don’t think she really grieved Julian’s death, cause she had to grow up and raise her daughter alone.”

I nodded, I remember Julian and Sienna, they were literally the perfect couple, I was sad to hear he was murdered, leaving Sienna alone with their child but she’s stronger than most.

“You know my sister hasn’t had dick in 7 damn years!” Kristen said, bewildered. I spit out my drink back into the glass, “7 fucking years are you kidding me? Is she okay?!”

She shrugged, “I don’t know but she needs something because she can’t be a hermit forever. She’s so beautiful, and yes a little shy but she deserves happiness and I know she’s miserable right now.”

I chuckled, “You sound like me with Ashton, I just need him off of Dahlia’s ass for one minute to realize that he’s a great person and deserves happiness.”

We got our food and started to eat, but still talking, “What if we got Ashton and Sienna together?” She proposed.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re both in the same situation, needing to get out of funks, I know Ashton is something else, but  I just need the cobwebs knocked off my sister. Nothing more, nothing less. ”

“You want us to put together two of the most stubborn people?”

She snorted at my face, “Yes, I don’t think it’ll be a bad idea.”

I shrugged, “Whatever you say.” As I continued to eat my food and enjoy lunch with my best friend.

 Sienna

Thankfully, after dinner on the day of Ju’s passing, my parents said they’d keep Brielle for a few days. They knew how hard it was for me, and I couldn’t nor wouldn’t cry around Brielle.I’m glad for my space, but I wanted my daughter back so bad. I missed having her around.

I knew that before I got her from my parents house, that I needed to stock my house and kitchen with food and clean my house, so I was currently at the grocery store.

Getting all of the necessities of having a six year old and myself, I found myself counting the prices together, knowing I couldn’t buy everything I needed. Being a 27 year old, without proper education and a shitty ass job, has truly kicked me in the ass.

Momma and Baba are there to help, but I don’t like asking for their help, because my mother would literally hold it over my head. We haven’t always had the best relationship, but it’s gotten better since Bri was born.  

I was homeless, up until Brielle was 2 months old, and we lived in my car. My parents didn’t know, until I just couldn’t take it anymore and I asked to stay with them. I guess I was out of it completely, until I heard my name being called.

“Sienna?” I looked up and saw Julian’s sister Jillianna, standing in front of me, with two boys, who looked about Brielle’s age. They resembled Brielle, and I knew that they were Julian’s other children

I froze up, the last time I saw Jilly was the night her mother kicked me out of the apartment.

It was two months after Ju’s funeral and I was sitting on the couch, watching all of our bills pile up. I didn’t have a job and no one would hire a 6 month pregnant, 20 year old who was about to go on maternity leave in a few months.

I looked at our picture on the bookshelf and sighed, “Julian, what am I going to do without you?”

As soon as I spoke that out loud, knocking came on the front door, I carefully got off the couch and waddled to the front door. Opening the door, I saw Julian’s mother and his sister with our landlord, I was confused, because the last time I saw them both, they cursed me out and wouldn’t mention me or our child at his funeral.

“Why are you here at my apartment?” I was ready to slam the door on their faces. His mother smirked and his sister only looked towards the ground.

My landlord sighed, “Sienna, I’m sorry to do this, but the apartment belonged to Julian, and his will stated that everything belonging to him, goes to his mother. So you need to leave.”

I couldn’t even speak, I knew she did this on purpose. I pointed in her face, “You know he gave me this apartment, and you know he loved me. Why are you doing this to me?”

She shrugged with her smirk never leaving her face, “That isn’t my son’s baby. He loved a whore, just like her mother. His real baby mother and twins will live here. Rent free.”

I blinked back, noticing that Jilly was staring at me.

“What did you say?” I asked.

“I said how are you doing? I haven’t seen you since- well you know?” She looked off to the side, this was awkward for the both of us.

“Since you and your mother kicked me out, leaving me homeless, with nothing but the clothes on my back? Yeah, I have been fine.” I spat, shifting my weight, I didn’t like being uncomfortable and here we are, me being uncomfortable.

“Look, Sienna I’m sorry. Mother- You know how mother was. I couldn’t stop her.” She pleaded.

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, you could’ve yet, there I was in my pajamas and socks 6 months pregnant banging on my door, of the apartment that I decorated for my daughter and my future husband. Begging to be let back in. Only to get the police called on me.”

“How is your daughter? Brielle right?” Her eyes brightened when she mentioned Bri. But I refused.

I put my hand up, “You do not get to know or ask about her. She wasn’t Jullian’s remember?”

I was over this conversation, and over grocery shopping, I bumped her shoulder walking out of the store.

I had a few hours before I had to go pick up Bri, so I stopped by my best friend Phoenix’s house and told her the entire encounter that I just had with Jilly.

“So you saw the twins?” She patted my hand, sympathetically.

I nodded, sniffling and wiping my tears, “They looked just like Julian did when he was little.I can’t even believe he did that to me.”

Seven years later, and I still was crying over Julian. Not only for his death, but because of the pain he caused me. I wasn’t the only “pregnant girlfriend” crying at his funeral. But his mother liked the other more than she liked me. She told his whole family, I was the mistress and she was the Fiancé. Yet in reality, I had the ring, and she was the mistress.  

I was still stuck on him, and he was the one that uprooted my life.

“I’m so sorry Sienna. Let me go make you some tea.”

She got up to leave when I laughed, “I don’t want tea Phoe. Thank you. What I want is Julian back so I can ask what the hell did he do.”

I didn’t even know he cheated on me, until his damn funeral, I couldn’t view his body, sit with his family. Nothing, I was also ran out of the funeral by his cousins. I thought we were perfect, but it seems to me that, we were an absolute mess and I was a complete idiot.

“You know that can’t-“

“Yes, I know. I just want to know what I did, to make him cheat on me? We were together for 6 years before he died. Teenagers. I was pregnant and then he just.... was gone."

I was starting to get sad again, when my other best friend, Logan sighed,

"Can we please stop talking about this jackass?" He mumbled.

Logan never liked Julian, even when we were kids. They constantly got into fights and neither told me why.

"Can you not be an asshole, Logan?" Phoenix hissed.

"I'm just saying, he was a shitty person in life and after death. He isn't coming back and we all just need to move on to bigger and better things." He said boastfully.

I zoned them out and looked out the window. My life has literally been on pause the da he got shot and killed, and I don't even know why.

"Why was Julian at the place where he got shot?" I mumbled.

"Sienna!" Logan exhaled exasperated.

"He told me that he was going to meet you Logan, across town. Why was he over there?"  

"Sienna, I hated that man and all you thought he was. I don't know why he told you that I was meeting him. I was doing other shit." He looked at his phone "And now, I gotta go, thanks for talking about an asshole for an entire hour. Next time, warn me,"  

He got up and walked out of the door, slamming.

"He's an asshole, why are we friends with him?" Phoenix grumbled. "He's right. I have to move on."

~~~ When I got home from Phoe's house, I picked up Brielle and I got the mail. Opening it up, there was a letter and a check from Julian's estate.

Confused, I opened it up and read the letter from his lawyer. Julian basically set up a trust for Brielle and I, and once she turned 6, we would be notified and given 100,000 dollars. The trust had over 23 million and once Brielle hit 18, she would get her full trust.

I started to cry, Was this real? Was this a joke?

I called the law office, and they confirmed everything was true. I called Baba's lawyer, and he also said it was true.  

I couldn't breathe, I could move out of this shitty ass apartment that I live in, I can finally pay all my bills and buy food. I was immediately thanking God because he knew we needed this. Fumbling through all the papers, I found a letter from Julian.

I had to read it about 10 times, I never been so angry in my life. I didn't know him as well as i thought I did.

I wanted to literally bring him back to life so I could kill him. I decided right then and there, that I wasn't going to be sad over this fucker. I am not harboring onto the past, but I am moving the hell on. and I know exactly what the hell I need to do first.

I picked up the phone, "Hey Phoe, can you watch Brielle for a few hours? I got something I need to fix."

Ashton

I was pulling up to the family house, and I instantly regretted coming. Pops had called a family meeting, so here I am. With my annoying ass little sister.

I hadn't spoken a word to her since the other day, and I know if anything, she told our dad and he was on her side, and I was about to hear more opinions on my relationship with Dahlia. I was tired of it.

I said a quick silent prayer and walked into the family mansion that my dad loved so much. Through the front door was the foyer and had pictures dedicated to Cash and I, and then our mother and father, when they were younger.

Mom died when I was about 14 from Lung Cancer, it was tough on my sister and father, hell it was tough on me too because I miss her everyday.

"Can you stop staring at your mother long enough to come and join the family?" I heard a voice  say,

I turned around to see my older brother and older sister standing at the bottom of the stairs. Asher was 10 years older than me and Aurielle was 12 years older than me. They mom and our dad was together as teenagers and had kids early, then they broke up and came along my mom and my parents had Cash and I.

I dapped up my big brother and hugged my sister, it's been years since I have seen them.

"Autumn can you bring your ass on?" Aurielle yelled up the stairs!

I heard her scream out of frustration, "How many times, do I have to say, my name is Cashmere, please call me Cash!!"

She ran down the stairs not paying attention, we knew that she has always hated her first name, but it was always hilarious to make her upset.

"Okay, Autumn. We understand." We all said, making us laugh and her death glaring at us.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm not 6 anymore, that shit doesn't work." When she noticed me, she kinda cowered away making everyone notice.

Before we could speak on it, Dad called us into his study. Grant Alexander Jasper Scott, 53 years old, and still looked like he could be our older brother. All four of us admired our father and the work he put into making his legacy. By the time Dad and Mom had me, he was 27 and was already a Multimillionaire.

He used to be the greatest drug Distributer in the United States, everyone used Dad for business. Stationed in Chicago, he had dealers in LA, Seattle, New York, New Jersey, Miami, Houston and even Columbia and Mexico. He was a big deal.

But he stopped all of that when he had Cash, and mom threatened he would take us, if he didn't.

We all sat down in his office and waited for him to speak. None of us dared to start first, because this man had a temper that we didnt want to get into. He sighed and played with the brim of his glass of whiskey and took his glasses off.  

"I needed to talk to all of you all together, and it can really change the entire dynamic of our family."

~~~~~

After the meeting at my dad's house, I was in a horrible mood. The news from my father wasn't settling and then Cashmere and I got into another fight. Apparently, she decided to take it upon herself and try to set me on a blind date, with her best friend's sister. If anything, I know about Kristen Hayes, is that she is Bougie as hell, and I know her sister has to be just as bad. When I tell you, I was pissed, I was pissed!

I was at one of my many tattoo shops, telling Austin everything that went down. We owned Onyx Tattoo's together.  We were interrupted when our Receptionist called for us.

"Hey Ace, I got a walk in for a cover-up, she wants it done today. I would ask Austin but he has an appointment in like 30 minutes." Lea smiled sweetly.

She knew that I hated new clients and liked to stick to my own, but it's money either way.

"Ight, send her back." I dapped up Austin as he left and cleaned up my station when the girl walked in.  

I turned around and she was honestly, one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She has hazel eyes, full lips, and gorgeous long brown hair with the most banging body.

She caught me staring, and cleared her throat, "Are you going stare or?"

I chuckled at her boldness, "My bad, I'm Ace,"

I put out my hand so that she can shake it and she did, "Sienna."

"Nice to meet you Sienna, what would you like to get removed?"

I sat in my chair and picked up my notepad so I could draw what she wanted covered up.

She pulled down her pants to show me, her tattoo on her hip, it read Julian.  

"I want this covered up, with my daughter's footprint from when she was born. and her name and birthday." Then pulled the pants back over the tattoo and sat on the table

I nodded, making small conversation, "You have a kid? You don't look old enough."

She laughed, "Um, she's 6 and I'm 27, so I had her young. Do you have kids?"

I shook my head, " Nah, I want a bunch of them, but I haven't found the right girl."

"Well, take my advice, take your time, the right person could be around the corner, don't rush things and get to know the person before you have children with them."

I looked up from the notepad, and saw her rubbing her hip right where she got the tattoo, and by the way she just spoke to me, I knew that she was coming from a place of hurt.

"That's why you getting the tattoo covered?" I asked, she looked at me and took a minute to answer, it kind of surprised me when she did start talking.

"Yupp, exactly why. I thought about getting it removed, but out of the mess that was Julian and Sienna, came the perfect Brielle, and I wouldn't change her in for anything."

~~

After about two hours, I covered up her tattoo, and even added something extra. When we were done, she got up and looked at it.

"It's perfect. I love it." She smiled and turned to hug me.

It caught me off guard, but it was completely different.

"Thank you so much. How much do i owe you?" She said.

"You good Ma." I said, she was surprised, hell I surprised myself.

"You sure?"

I nodded, "Yeah, just go and get the care package in the front and you're good to go."

"Well, thank you Ace, nice to meet you!"

I smiled, "Nice to meet you too, Sienna."

She hugged me again, and this time I knew exactly this feeling. I hadnt been hugged like this since before my mom got sick, it Definitely made me feel some type of way.

She released the hug and left out of my area to the front.

About 3 clients later and fooling around with Austin getting ready for the next day for business, I was tired. All I wanted to do was go home, and Dahlia just sent me a picture of her naked in my bed, I immediately dipped.

I grabbed my shit and was rushing out the door, "Ayo Lea, call me if anything happens, cancel and reschedule my 11 am to my open at 2pm tomorrow. I won't be in til 12." I smirked,

She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what I meant. "You got a tip nasty ass."

I was confused, cause my clients always tip me, in the back. She handed me the envelope and I read the front, "From Sienna, To Ace.

"She tipped me $400?" I spoke out loud.

"Psh, she must really like you. Cause i would never." Lea said

And she left me  a note, "I know you said don't pay, but I had too. I love this tattoo and I will be back. Nice to meet you again Ace, thank you :)"

Shit, nice to meet you too Sienna.

[asoue-sideblog]

Slippery Slope pt 1 liveblog

note: includes spoilers from books and/or promotional details that go past TSS part 1

It’s so weird to still see Louis Hynes’s tiny baby S1 picture in the credits.

I’m so glad they kept the littering.

Olaf is so confident in his ability to burn down VFD HQ. I mean he’s got a pretty sizeable troupe here but looool he’s just gonna rock up in his sedan with no plan and wing it and he’s considering it already a done deal. 

hey it’s pretty fucked up to do that while pregnant, Kit

fingers crossed they’re gonna follow through on the creepiness of “I didn’t have my first hang gliding lesson until I was seven” (or... whatever age she said)

aldkjfalskdfjaklsd the henchpeople lining up at the bathroom

“whatever it is pretentious people drink” 

OH SHIT FORK CONVERSATION GOOD

TRASH DAUGHTER TRASH DAUGHTER TRASH DAUGHTER

fucking “Baby Jail” loooool

henchperson is really good this episode so far

“We’ve never been to Prufrock Prep.”/”He didn’t expel us.” ADFLKAJSDF KLAUS PLEASE

MY BOY MY BOY MY BOY MY BOY

SAY THE PLEDGE

VERY FURTIVE DISGUISE

Not sure why the change from Uncle Bruce to Scoutmaster Brucie. Dull at first impression, since she’s so similar to Babs, Hector, etc. Also continues the weakening of the “adults with fatal flaws” theme by spinning it as more Carmelita’s “fault” that the Snow Scout troop is Like That. 

awww, Sunny does kind of get a special outfit, though

THEIR STUPID FUCKING PLEDGE!!!

lmao they’re making Quigley less of a dumbass because he actually checks they know Anna Karenina before taking them up the tunnel. bad adaptational change, let my boy be stupid (this is a joke) (this kind of isn’t a joke)

how did Quigley infiltrate this troop...? haha I spelled it “troupe” at first because I’m used to the henchtroupe

“I keep wondering anyway.”/”Me too.” BABIES ;_;

“Should she really be running around the woods at night if she’s pregnant?” lmao

“little Olaf” I LOVE IT THAT’S AMAZING

SPYGLASS. HOLY SHIT IS THAT HIS MOM’S???? DID ISADORA HAVE HALF OF THEIR DAD’S???

“I think we can do better than that” I AM CRY

OF COURSE HE KNOWS ABOUT SALMON

ASDLKFJALKDFJASLDFJS USING BASS AS THE VISUAL FOR BANK ROBBERY THIS IS SO GOOD

I’m not opposed to this change off the cuff, but... “Lima Syndrome” is... already a thing... 

“toast tartare” lakdfjalkjfalkdjalskdjfas RAW TOAST

thanks henchperson

alkdjfaskldjfalkjfaslkdjfjaskf the fucking weasel picture

“the people who raised you” holy shit

“I honestly can’t remember” lajlkadjflaksdjfalksdjfalskdf so interested to see how they’re all gonna react to our boy Quigley showing up at the climax

Quigley uses multiple exclamation points in a row in his commonplace book aldskfjasldkfj that’s so cute and he wrote the header of the questions as **THE QUESTIONS**

ohhhhh the freaks’ conversation about farming is a reference to Anna Karenina... that makes me like it a lot more

Kit is apparently Elsa because she can dive into icewater and then run around a freezing mountain without drying off or changing clothes and now she’s just fucking searching through icewater with her bare fucking hands loooooooool. this is even more egregious “cold? what cold?” than the books.

IS THAT BEA II AT THE DOOR??? 

ooh the monologue over the kids walking around the burned HQ was very good

THERE HE IS!!!!!!!!

[hopeishappinessff]

Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 53.2

Chris

“It’s that pretty brown round, driving me wild… ooh bitch ya pussy’s ‘bout to get a little greasier. That KY make penetratin’ so much easier…”

I bobbed my head to the music and smirked as I conjured up a freaky little text to send Hope… I was so fucking horny. It was also a struggle for me to keep my eyes open or to even sit up straight for that matter. I wasn’t even tired… but I was all the fucking way gone. Hope had responded back to me over an hour ago, but at that point everything was such a damn blur I couldn’t even see my phone screen straight. I think she may have sent me a picture of her titties, but thanks to the kush in my system I was too paranoid to attempt to take a closer look and risk the boys noticing. I would not hesitate to fight my own homeboy if they saw a naked picture of her on my phone… or anywhere in life for that matter.

The music thumped with even more bass than the club, which gave the girls plenty to shake their asses to. Asses… and titties… and thighs, oh my. I didn’t think Virginia was capable of creating strippers this beautifully crafted. I wasn’t about to risk looking at any of them for too long, but a quick peep here and there couldn’t be much harm.

The boys were all hype around me, even BJ and Kendrick because the music was just that lit… and they were clearly just as gone as me. These niggas were actually standing not too far from me, moving their hands animatedly as they rapped along like they were featured on the damn song.

Dontay was sitting to the left of me, not so subtly making out with one of Rose’s friends. Ashley was her name… maybe. And Rashad was on the couch to the right with the other girl, who’s name I couldn’t remember even if I tried, cuddled up in his lap, whispering in his ear. He was sitting there giggling like a little bitch and I laughed and shook my head as I watched from the corner of my eye. I wondered for a moment where Rose went… with her fine ass. I quickly shook my head, much too quick for my level of intoxication, and squeezed my eyes shut to rid myself of the image of this girl. Even the thought of her being attractive crossing my mind felt like I was cheating, so I needed to get it together before I made myself feel even more guilty.

Parting my lids to look straight ahead, I cursed myself for instantly locking eyes with her. Perhaps if I wasn’t thinking about her in the first place, she would have never appeared… with two shot glasses in her hands, and a smile on her face.

“Take a shot with me?” She half asked, half stated as she stopped about a foot away from me. She projected one of the glasses out directly in my face, but I frowned and sat up a bit straighter, hopefully alerting her of my disinterest in stepping into the realm of alcohol poisoning by drinking anymore liquor.

“Nah, I’m good.” I said… or slurred.

“Please. Just one… before you go.” She had the audacity to pout and look almost sad, not like I cared… she could outright cry in my face and I still wouldn’t care, but this was indeed a whole free shot.

I eyed her left hand for a while, the hand that was sticking straight out in my face with this tempting shot, then I sighed with defeat and struggled to get my own hand and my vision to work together to take it from her grasp. She giggled at the sight of my drunk ass trying to accomplish the most simple task and I guess she decided to make it easier for me by taking a step forward… and turning to plop her ass down right in my lap. I wasn’t exactly sure how to react to that… or to the fact that she turned her body to face me, obviously making herself more comfortable, and raised the shot glass to my lips. I stared dead in this girl’s eyes as I parted my lips, tilted my head back, and swallowed down the shot. First of all, a red flag should have gone up in my mind when this damn shot of liquid fire slithered down my throat like water… and second, three more red flags should have gone up as soon as homegirl took a seat on me.

I should have pushed her off me as soon as she sat down… should have pushed her smooth on the floor. But, it’s as if I was stuck in a trance and absolutely unable to move a muscle as she sat there slowly licking her lips after she’d downed her shot.

“Now… that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She asked with a smile. I shook my head like a dumbstruck little boy and heaved a deep sigh. I hadn’t quite noticed how well-endowed she was on the lower half until she shifted again in my lap. I also hadn’t noticed that I was staring at her wide hips that spread with the weight of her sitting on me… nor did I notice just how slouched I was to give her the perfect angle to sit directly on my crotch.

“I fucking love this song!’ She blurted randomly. Snatching my thirsty, blurred stare from her fat ass I tuned in to the sound of Rick Ross’s Peace Sign and I think perhaps my heart dropped. Whether from the memory of this very same song playing in Magic City the time I took Hope and a fine ass stripper by the name of Lola Devine devoured her pussy like it was her last meal, or from the reality that Rose was now rotating her hips in my lap to the deep bass of the song… my heart was officially in my ass.

“Have you heard this song before?” She asked, peeping over her shoulder to look back at me with a not so innocent smirk on her full lips.

“Yeah.” I muttered, nodding quickly with my eyes focused back on her ass. She giggled and turned to face forward, placing her heels firmly on the floor. Her hands found my knees and she used them to brace herself as she began a slow wine on me and before I knew it, my bottom lip went flying in my mouth and an inaudible ‘shit’ went flying out.

It was like magic the way her ass and hips caught every single beat in the song… she certainly had me hypnotized with her act. Pushing herself up a bit, I paid close attention to the way she hiked her booty up and made it clap right over my dick… which was now obviously very awake. I cursed myself in my mind, shutting my eyes briefly with hopes that it would just fucking go away if I conjured up a quick image of Hope at home, in bed, pregnant, with my child.

But the image unfortunately didn’t materialize quick enough for me to come to my senses… this damn girl had already turned the fuck around and straddled me and my now hard dick.

“Lay me on my back, got my legs wide open like a peace sign.” She leaned forward and sang the chorus softly in my ear, sending chills through my body as she reconnected with my crotch. Did she even have on panties? God I prayed she did… I could not go home with a big wet stain on the front of my damn pants! I was confident that she was doing a great job of turning herself on, or I was turning her on, or fuck… was that her damn tongue on my neck!

“Rose, chill.” I mumbled feebly, too weak for her to even hear… or too weak for her to take me serious.

“What happens in this club tonight, doesn’t have to make it home to your girl,” She whispered with her lips pressed gently against my ear, “I’ll make sure she never finds out.”

She caught my earlobe and the entire diamond stud in it in her mouth and suckled then let it go and pressed her lips against it.

“Rose…” “Nigga!” I could hear the voice of a man somewhere in front of me, but Rose was practically full on riding me at this point so I couldn’t see anything past her.

She sat up suddenly with her hands still pressed against my shoulders. How the fuck did I even get this slouched in this damn chair? I caught the tail end of her wink before her playful smirk fell into a frown and she glanced back over her shoulder. Reluctantly, and I mean with extreme reluctance, she lifted herself off me with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t all that quick to adjust her dress, especially in the front… where only I could just barely make out her bald pussy. She really wasn’t wearing any panties! Fuck… I was terrified to look down at my pants.

“Bruh, what the fuck?” It was Kendrick who’d come along to save the day and I came pretty close to standing up and embracing him in a hug. Instead, he pulled me up to my feet and I quickly latched a hand onto the arm of the small couch to balance myself.

“You good dawg?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Bruh,” I shook my head slowly and stared up at the dark ceiling, “Please don’t take this the wrong way… I need you to look at the front of my pants…”

He was silent for a while… like a long ass while and with my head still tilted up, I cut my eyes at him and he burst into laughter. I mean this guy doubled over and held onto my arm, he was laughing that hard.

“Shit man… wooooo I didn’t realize yo ass was this funny,” He said after about two full minutes of laughter, “I peeped your shit when ole girl stood up. You good… you got a lil bit of an issue that you may need to handle before you get home and Sy and wonders why the fuck you just excited and shit, but you good though. She ain’t have no draws on, huh?”

I shook my head and sighed “I can’t even believe that just happened.”

“Believe it homie,” He chuckled, slapping a hand down on my shoulder, “That girl been eyeing you all night long. And I had some fucking bubble butt ass stripper come for me… that’s why it took me so long to come save you!”

I laughed and shook my head yet again “I think it’s time to head home man.”

He agreed before I could finish the sentence and turned in the opposite direction of Rose and her friend, who’d huddled together not too far from where the third friend, Ashley I believe, sat in Dontay’s lap with her face wedged in the crook of his neck. Rashad kept a close eye on the other friend who stood with Rose, like one of us was gonna take the girl from him… I shook my head at the thought. Nobody wanted any of these females… at all.

“Aye dawg, will you let Don’s twisted ass know we heading out?” BJ chuckled, leaning in close to speak to Rashad over the blare of the music. I didn’t bother to stick around to wait for a response. Kendrick and I both quietly made our way out of the section and we just about made it to the door before I heard BJ calling out to us from behind. There was no way I was gonna risk turning around to catch eyes with that girl again… BJ was just gonna have to hurry his ass up before he got left.

Thankfully Kendrick chose to drive his car this evening… or morning, and that made it much easier for us to hightail it out of there without having to wait for Dontay and Rashad. Rose seriously had my ass spooked at this point, so I was prepared to walk home if I had to just to get away from her. Sure the girl was drop dead gorgeous, had a body that could kill, and smelled like heaven… but she wasn’t my cup of tea. I’d gotten a good taste of that life back in Georgia and thanks to my careless ways, I almost cost myself the love of my life… and my life.

It became quite a task to not throw up with the way everything was spinning all around me. The car even seemed to be going much faster than it was, or maybe Kendrick really was speeding because he was pretty fucked up himself. Whatever the case… I shut my eyes for most of the ride and even then I had to will myself not to puke.

Somehow I ended up passed out by the time we pulled up to the house and I just about slept right through the feeling of one of the boys shaking the shit out of my arm. “Breezy, nigga! Get your ass up bro!” I couldn’t tell which one of them it was, but I really needed him to shut the fuck up. With a miserable groan, I opened my eyes into the tiniest slits and stared into thick darkness. Was it possible that I’d drank so much that I lost my eyesight?

“What the fuck.” I muttered, feeling an odd sensation rub against my lips as I spoke. I could feel my cheek pressed against something as well… where the hell was I?

“Man, maybe we should just leave him here. At least we know he’s safe… but I need to go lay my ass down.” Another voice from behind me. Why weren’t these voices explaining to me where I was?

“Nah, ‘cause if Mama or Auntie see him out here in the morning… we all gettin’ cussed out!” Somebody smacked their lips with obvious irritation and I felt a hard hit followed by throbbing pain to the back of my right leg. With a frown, I moved my head back a bit further and shifted to my right, then I suddenly felt like I was falling for all of one second… then my entire right side throbbed.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. Whoever was standing near me burst out laughing and I struggled, really struggled, to lift my head and look back. Through a blurry haze I made out the shapes of what looked like Kendrick hunched over laughing and BJ leaned up against the side of the car laughing just as hard. The car… if BJ was leaning against the side of the car, that meant I must have been somewhere inside it.

Turning my head again, I realized that I was still in the car… and that I’d just rolled onto the floor from the back seat. I would have laughed at my own self, had my big ass not been wedged so tight between the back seat and the front.

“Niggas… help me…” I struggled to breathe as I waited for them to calm down with all the laughter and grab ahold of my legs so they could literally yank me out of the car. And they did just that… until I ended up face first on the ground, halfway in the grass and halfway on the driveway. I laid there cracking the hell up at myself, eventually managing to roll over and spot Kendrick laid out on the ground right beside me laughing himself to tears and BJ leaned over the back of the trunk hollering.

“Yoooo, we need to get the fuck in the house before the neighbors come out here. We look like we trynna rob this car right now, but we was too stupid to finish the job!” BJ snorted.

“Aww shit, get up dawg… get up!” Kendrick exclaimed, struggling to make his way onto his own feet. There was no way I was gonna be able to do that… no way at all. So I laid there and continued to laugh until him and BJ came along and collected me from the ground… and man was it a struggle. I think we fell about three more times, all because their drunk asses were trying to keep my drunk ass up. By the grace of God we made it up the steps of the porch and they propped me against the paneled wall beside the door until they could figure out how to get in the house.

“Fuck bro, we ain’t got no key!” BJ whispered harshly.

“I do.” I whispered back. “Nigga why you whispering?” Kendrick asked.

“He fuckin’ whispered.” I slurred.

“Gimme the key, foolish ass.” BJ laughed. My squinted eyes darted to the front left pocket of my pants and I smirked as I slowly looked up at Kendrick.

“Man dawg,” He smacked his lips and shook his head reluctantly, “Why we keep being so damn intimate tonight?”

The way he said that shit, was fucking hilarious… so I cackled like a hyena and leaned back from the wall, only managing to miss the ground when BJ flew forward and caught me by my shoulders. He barely kept me up as he shook from his own laughter and Kendrick chuckled right along with us as he turned his head and reached into my pocket.

Again, only by the grace of God did we somehow find our way not only through both the screen door and the large oak door, but upstairs and into the hallway right outside of Hope’s room too. How we managed to get up the stairs without breaking our necks was all a blur, but with my persistence to be by Hope’s side we all put in some serious team work to make it happen.

Kendrick pushed the door open and I stumbled my way in, bumping into the dresser closest to the door with a thud.

“Chill out man!” BJ whispered.

“Shut your ass up!” I whispered back harshly and in a slur, “Who the fuck is that?”

They both turned their attention to Hope’s bed and we all stared on quietly at the sight of two bodies sprawled out in the bed, one obviously belonging to Hope.

“It’s gotta be one of the girls.” It was BJ who took off first toward the bed and Kendrick who stayed behind to keep me propped safely against the dresser.

“It’s Dez.” He whispered from the other side of the room where he stood near the bed, peering down at her like a creep.

“You look like a fucking murderer bro.” Kendrick whispered, which started a chain reaction of laughter. What none of us were expecting, however, was for her crazy ass to actually wake up…

“BJ… the fuck you doing standing over me like that? Nigga, if you don’t move!” She half yelled, swinging an arm out from beneath the blanket she had tossed halfway over her head.

He quickly flinched back away from her, narrowly avoiding her flailing arm “Whoa girl, chill.” “Chill my ass! Why the fuck are you even in here… at four in the morning?” She was entirely too alert now and for two seconds, I almost regretted coming in here in the first place.

“This nigga insisted that we bring his ass up here.” He said, tossing an incrementing finger in my direction.

Destani, being the drama queen that she was, sat all the way up in the bed now and decided to go the indiscreet route by snatching on the bedside lamp to her left.

“Chris… Kendrick… what the fuck?” She glared across the room at us, arms crossed over her chest like an angry black mother seconds away from scolding her children.

“Look man, can you either make space for him between ya’ll or come all the way up out the bed so homeboy can lay down? He fucking heavy as shit!” Kendrick exclaimed. I chuckled because I hadn’t even realized that I’d leaned back away from the dresser and put just about all my weight against him.

“Destani…” Though I could barely see straight enough to make out her face, that beautifully gentle voice would never fail to command my attention, “What’s going on?”

“Your extremely intoxicated ass boyfriend and his obnoxious friends just got back. This block headed nigga had his babysitters bring him up here to you.” She fussed. Now her voice on the other hand annoyed me and left me frowning and glaring right back at her. “Shut the fuck up Dez.” I mumbled.

“No you shut the fuck up nigga. Nobody told you dumbasses to come bombarding your way in here making all this noise at fucking four in the morning. Why are ya’ll even getting back this late anyway?” Her voice continued to piss me off, but I was thankful that she was finally climbing her ass out of my spot in the bed.

“Don’t fucking worry about it…” Using the side of the dresser to tug myself off of Kendrick, I stood up straight and lingered there for a moment until I could figure out how to keep myself balanced so I could make my way over to the bed.

“Did you guys really just get back?” I heard Hope ask. I think she was sitting up in the bed now as well, but I couldn’t risk even peeping through my peripheral… that would surely through me off balance and I would quickly end up face down on the floor. Eventually Kendrick came to my aide, both responding to Hope and getting me over to the bed. He may not have thought I noticed the little nudge he gave me when I was within range to land on the bed, but I did… his ass pushed me. But whatever, this bed felt like sex.

“This guy is gonna need to sleep this off for like three days.” BJ chuckled.

“Get the fuck out BJ.” I muttered, face halfway wedged into the softest damn comforter I’d ever felt in life. He laughed louder then, as did Kendrick from the other side of the room, but he took heed to my drunken words and made his way over to the door.

“Thank you boys for getting him home safely. Are Dontay and Rashad downstairs?” Hope asked.

“Nah, them hoes still out.” Kendrick laughed.

“Hmph, well let me go lock the deadbolt so they can’t get in here,” Destani mumbled, swiftly brushing past them, “And when I get back up here, ya’ll better not be in that guest room.”

“Ain’t nobody going in there girl.” Kendrick yelled out after her. They both trailed out into the hall behind her, shutting the door behind themselves.

I could feel sleep creeping up on me like a thief in the night and I sure did welcome it with open arms. Even with my eyes closed I could still feel the room swirling all around me, but in the battle between sleep and nausea… sleep was quickly winning.

“Charlie?”

My head was turned toward the large window on the other side of the room and I simply didn’t have it in me to lift it and face her. Hell, I barely had it in me to respond.

“Hmm?”

“Did you have a good night?” There was a smile in her voice, that I could tell. The thought of it resting on her perfect lips made me smile… but I still couldn’t bring myself to face her.

“Mmhm…”

She giggled and I suddenly felt my hat disappear from the top of my head. The last thing I remember was the feeling of her leaning over me to shut off the light to my right. Then I felt her silky smooth lips against my temple…

“Goodnight Charlie.”

[anxious-sappho]

this just be my opinion and initial reaction on Trench

let me know what y'all think of it too

now that we know the tracklist. Jumpsuit is very much "HERE WE ARE AND WE'RE BETTER THAN EVER PREPARE TO BE ROCKED" i love that he picked this as the opening.

Levitate is my jam. i love this song as a hype song sm. i remember when i first heard it i got kendrick lamar vibes. i love when he does those sighs. the beat is just so sick and that lowkey car alarm samples (ish???) can fuck me. that bass line always gets to me. and when he says trench it always gave me that feel when he says watch it in Heathens and in the Mutemath version he wouldn't say and he would just give this side head movement that for some reason gave me chills so that's what i think of when i hear that TRENCH. also josh's outro is so sick. i love it.

TELL ME WHY THE BEGINNING OF MORPHE GAVE ME THAT OLDIE CHOLO SONG😂 OR IT GAVE ME MARIO VIBES IDK. I love his rhythm and flow in this one. the melody line in the forst few verses. and the chorus is so damn good. very much like let's put our flower crown and then it hits the next verse and I'm like nvm put them away let's rock out oof.

Honestly now when i hear My Blood it makes me think of Debby dancing to it or him bopping his head to it. the beat change always keeps me shook for how smooth of a transition it is between.

CHLORINE IS SO SICK. it's so good it's a banger. i automatically vibed to it. the verses have such a familiar melody to it. Gives me shivers. probably my second favorite. Very indie. THAT OUTRO MADE ME PREGNANT. so good because it's such a drastic change from earlier's beat. love the variety here, very much like ode to sleep no?

Smithereens makes me want to have a significant other like tyler. i love this song it's so cute. i love how it feels very much.

neon gravestones is my favourite on the album. it just compleyely resonates with you. his voice later sounds much more raw and you feel the emotion in his voice. the lyrics and meaning has a dear place in my heart and i just loved this one so much. Gives me neon green and dark purple feel to it.

the hype is a hype. but i really fucking loved the vibe to it. and the outro can fuck me up.

nico and the niners can fuck me up too. it's just so good, i always didn't have words for it.

cut my lip gives me lowkey Ride vibes with the reggae upbeats on the synths. i love the fucking background harmony. the bass line can fuck me. i love how chill it sounds. that falsetto verse just gave me the vibe!!!!

Bandito DAMN THE FIRST WORDS HE UTTERED JUST THE SIMPLE NOTE PATTERN HE USED I LOVED. I LOVE THE SIMPLE BACKGROUND MUSIC. JOSH CAN FUCK ME UP. AGAIN WITH THE SPOKEN POETRY RAP HITS HARDER. THE FUCKING ECHO ON HIS WORDS IS HAUNTINGLY SO GOOD. JOSH GIVE THE TEMPO QUARTER NOTES GIVES ME GONER VIBES. THE WHOLE HARMONIES BEFORE THE BUILD UP ARE BEAUTIFUL. THAT ELECTRO POP GAVE ME ST. LUCIA VIBES AND I'M LIVING FOR IT. VERY 80S IDK TOWARDS THE END W THE SYNTHS.

Pet Cheetah, already in a minor key jolting from the previous song. i love this old tøp vibe coming back. JaSoN StAthAm. Verse 3 is interesting how it switches pov. i move slow in the chorus is slowtown, DON'T @ ME. the bridge is glorious. tHAT BEAT CHANGE WAS SICK. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE IT LIVE AND HOW HYPE IT SHOULD BE. I LOVE WHEN THE BEAT DROPPED HELLA DAMN HOW HYPE WILL THAT BE IN CONCERT! VERY COOL

DID ANYONE GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO CUT ME SOME ONIONS TYLER? i love Legend so much. i heard it a few days ago as a Leak song and i just love it so much. like it makes me so happy and i cant wait to see how it'll feel at a concert. very flower petals falling down feeling. I'm crying because of the meaning behind it and how he would always say it's a dark mesage (that his grandfather died and he feels awful about it and sad but happy of this man to leave this legacy) but the beat is so unlike to it, it's upbeat like The Judge. i just love how it has the trumpet too, josh wya? ALSO THE BEAT JUST GIVES ME VINTAGE POLOAROID VIBES very retro 70s (?) like i should be wearing bell bottoms idk. i love how honest and intimate it feels though.

Tyler opens his mouth "I'm tired"

this one gives me shivers and it's very goner feeling to it. this feels like autumn feel to me. i love the rhythm josh has in it. I love when josh stops drumming at that verse and Tyler is in falsetto and it's just so much more intimate like he's lulling you to sleep. the whole classic build up with josh on half beats. when the beat stops and the echo of the oohs just ring out, it was so lovely.

overall i love it all 500/10

favourites (if i had to choose): Legend, Neon Gravestones, Levitate

[kaiserkeller]

ooh shit paul’s problematic points? please elaborate i wanna know more abt this boy

i’m gonna try and keep this brief but these are some things that stick in my mind that he did:

the pretty misogynistic way he treated women in the 60s, esp. in the beginning of the divorce while he was still engaged to jane (his relationships with francie schwartz, maggie mcgivern) - jane deserved better. (x) - he literally called a woman a bitch when he couldn’t get his own way lmaooo

also his controlling nature with dot:

“He was so posessive that he needed to control everything about me - my appearance, the way I dressed, even the way I thought. He was always wanting me to look better than I did and I never thought I measured up to the way he thought I should be. I feel ashamed to admit it now, but back then I went along with it. I became his puppet If I knew then what I know now, I would never have allowed it to happen. He gave me a list of rules that I had to stick to. John had the same rules for his girlfriend Cynthia.“ 

the note incident - i would take this with a pinch of salt given that the only source is francie schwartz but personally i don’t disregard her accounts just bc of her position in the beatles story – basically she states that when things were heating up between john and paul in ‘68, paul, by impulse, sent john an anonymous note which said “you and your jap tart think you’re hot shit” john apparently knew exactly who sent the note straight away and was deeply hurt by it

he broke off his relationship with dot rhone bc she suffered a miscarriage. dot had gotten pregnant and so he decided (most probably with pressure from jim) that the best thing to do was to marry dot and support her. but dot suffered a miscarriage and so paul saw this as an opportunity to dump her completely and escape,,, YIKES (x) - a nice but eye straining post about their relationship and the incident

his almost bullying of stuart sutcliffe in hamburg. from what i’ve read all sources (incl. paul himself) state that this was due to his jealousy over john and stu’s close friendship. of course, stuart was no angel neither and would provoke paul back but sources have stated that paul was the worst at picking on stuart - whether it be about astrid, his bass playing, his height etc. paul was ruthless and no wonder stuart tried battering him one(x)

his taking advantage of brian epstein. it has been written that paul would use his sexuality to influence brian’s decisions by “fluttering his eyelashes” to get his own way,,,, lowkey disgusting. but again, take with a pinch of salt bc i’ve only seen it written by one insider and cannot for the life of me find the post on here - BUT IF SOMEONE CAN FIND THE QUOTE THAT WOULD BE GREAT SO I KNOW I’M NOT GOING MAD LMAO

of course, i love paul and everyone makes mistakes, esp. in their youth but i just don’t like the painting black and white of him as an angel when that is definitely not true

[heytheregreeneyes]

Something Just Like This

Chapter 7

Summary: Josh falls. Josh falls fast and Josh falls hard. But what happens when he loves something he can’t keep?

Just a super fluffy love story in which, Josh meets and quickly falls completely in love with you. You are pregnant (surrogate) and he gets attached to the pregnancy.

A/N:  Not your typical pregnancy fic! Another dream about Josh that is being turned into a reader insert. I thought, ‘hmm, out of all the pregnancy fics or reader insert fics, I bet exactly zero feature a surrogate pregnancy’. Well, here ya go. Something new/different. Enjoy!

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: fluff

Chapters: 10/?

Word Count: 26,695/?

Warnings: none

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

Chapter Preview:

‘Oh my god, this is it,’ he thinks to himself as you step onto the bridge. His hands are starting to get shaky and sweaty, and maybe it wasn’t a good idea to eat before this because his stomach won’t stop flipping and rolling.

When you finally do reach the center of the bridge, his heart is pounding. He can’t hear much besides the whooshing of his own blood pumping in his ears. He quickly looks around, like Tyler told him, but doesn't see anyone close who might approach him.

You already have your phone up, snapping pictures. He steps close, reaching out to cup your face, pulling you to him for a slow, tender kiss. You reach out and pull him closer to you as you feel his hand delicately drop to your belly.

“Kat, I…” his breath is coming out in quick bursts. He puts hand in his pocket, fingers grasping around the velvet box.

‘This is it,’ he thinks to himself as he gets ready to take the ring out and drop to his knee. It’s almost out of his pocket and he’s starting to bend when…

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“So, do you know how you’re gonna do it yet? Or when?” Tyler asks, turning the ring side to side where it’s pinched between his thumb and first finger.

The boys had gone over to Tyler and Jenna’s house so Josh could practice his drum routine for the AMA’s, while you and the girls went out for lunch and some window shopping. Tyler had a music room at his new house where he kept his piano, keyboard, several ukuleles and bass guitars, and of course, a kit for Josh. Josh had done a couple of run-throughs already, and had just stopped for a water break.

“Well,” he says, wiping the sweat off his forehead and neck with a small black towel, “I wanna ask her tomorrow since she flies home the next day. Today, after this, I need to drop that off,” he says, pointing to the ring, “to be cleaned and polished, but as for how, I think I might have a vague idea of how I wanna do it.”

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense, man. Let’s hear it.”

“I wanna take her out to a nice dinner, but then after, maybe go for a walk down at The Scioto Mile since it’ll be either sunset or just after, and it’ll be lit up all pretty and stuff. The fountains are always really pretty at night.  Maybe just do dinner at Milestone 229?” he questions. “Plus, she said that she wanted to see downtown Columbus. That’s a great spot to be able to see everything.”

“I think that’s a great idea. She’ll love that. You’ll just have to watch for people since you’ll be out in public, and you’ll have to really plan what you wear,” Tyler says, eyeing him from head to toe, taking in his usual outfit. “She’ll notice a big, ring box-shaped lump in your pocket if you wear skinny jeans.”

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t think about that. And it’s too hot to wear a jacket or something. Dang it!” he says, smacking himself on the forehead.

“You could… I mean, you could always ask the jeweler what he suggests when you drop it off to get cleaned. I’m sure he’s heard a lot and has at least some sort of advice,” Tyler says, placing the ring back in the box and handing it back to Josh.

“True. If anything, it’s worth a shot. Alright,” he says, standing to put the box back in his pocket and picking his sticks back up, “one more run through and then we’ll go drop it off?”

_____

By the time you and the girls get back from your shopping, it is getting well into the afternoon. The boys had already made it back from their practice, Tyler and Will in the living room watching some sort of sporting something on ESPN.

“Man, if I keep buying clothes and stuff, I’m gonna have to go out and buy a whole new suitcase just to be able to get it all home,” you say chuckling as you lay your shopping bags out on the table.  

“Speaking of which,” Maddy says, “you’re not allowed to stay gone for too long, you hear?”

“Yeah, you need to come back out and visit as soon as you can,” Jenna adds.

“Well, that’s one great thing about surrogacy. I don’t work while carrying, both so I can rest and be relaxed, but also just in case there are complications or whatever. I can be pregnant anywhere; I don’t have to be at home. As long as I’m there for the doctor appointments and delivery, I can literally travel the whole time if I wanted.”

They both look at each other excitedly as what you said finally sets in.

“Really? Oh my gosh, that is so great!” Jenna says excitedly.

“Yeah! I could even look into renting a place out here-” you start.

“Nonsense! If you’re out here, you can just stay here at my place-” Maddy offers.

“Or mine!” Jenna jumps in. “I’m sure Tyler would love to have his best friend back home again.” She lowers her voice to a whisper, “Between us girls, I think we all know the real reason he moved out to LA. And to be honest, he’s hardly ever there anyway.” Maddy nods in agreement, lips rolled in tight. “He may have moved away, but he’s still here more than he is there,” she finishes quietly.

“Plus, if you’re around more often, I would love to have the extra help with the baby shower and getting the nursery ready. OOH! We could do a joint baby shower/pamper party!”

“What’s a pamper party?” Josh asks, walking in the kitchen, hair still wet from his shower. “Is that like a diaper thing?”

“Nice shirt, ‘Dad’,” Maddy teases.

“What?” he says, grinning. “I love this shirt. It’s comfy,” he says, glancing down and defending his tie-dyed, sleeveless shirt with the word ‘DAD’ written in bold lettering across the front.

“Uh huh. This wouldn’t have anything to do with how much you liked being congratulated as ‘dad’ the other day at church, then?” she continues to tease.

He blushes and casts his gaze down, smirking with a lopsided grin.

“Alright, alright, okay... you got me,” he says, throwing his arms up into the air. “Speaking of which,” he walks over and pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head as his hands come to rest on either side of your belly, thumbs rubbing back and forth, “how are my girls doing today? Did you have fun shopping?”

“We did,” you answer as you sit and pull him down to take the seat next to you, “and we were just talking about me coming to spend more time out here.”

“Oh perfect, because I was going to ask if you would like to go have dinner out with me tomorrow night? We could talk about the details and stuff then.”

“Of course, that sounds like a great idea.”

“I have a special place I want to take you. I’ll call and make reservations. You’re gonna love it.”

_____

Incoming from

Tyler Broseph: You got this brother. Text or call if you need us. Good luck!! (but you’re not gonna need it). Now, bring me home a future sister-in-law!

Josh quickly tucks his phone away and feels inside his pocket for the ring box for the thousandth time since leaving the house.

Yesterday, while at the jewelers, they suggested he use a slim engagement box, which kinda reminded him of a small wallet.  It holds the ring flat, rather than up and down, but when the box is opened, it rotates as it pulls the ring up, which is a neat, added effect. It’s still black and velvet like a regular ring box, but much slimmer, only half an inch thick, and about the length of half a cell phone. Definitely easier to conceal, so Josh immediately took his suggestion.

The restaurant, Milestone 226 is a beautiful, glass-enclosed restaurant that overlooks the gorgeous fountain display and sits alongside the Scioto River. He hoped making the reservations for 7pm would work in his favor for the sunset. It would provide about an hour for dinner and then would be close to dusk when you finished, and also a bit cooler out for your stroll.

He feels his palms begin to sweat as he approaches the hostess table.

“Hi, reservation for Dun?”

“Of course, right this way.”

She shows you to your table, which sits right against the front windows, giving you an excellent view of the fountains, river, and downtown Columbus.

“Wow, this view is gorgeous! Columbus is so pretty,” you say as you gaze out the window in amazement.

“Yeah, well, I think you’re pretty,” he says, reaching across the table to hold your hand, thumb rubbing across your knuckles.

You grin and blush, but look him in the eye as you say, “Well, you’re pretty handsome yourself.”

His turn to blush.

“So, tell me about yesterday,” he says, trying to get the attention off him, “you girls were talking about you visiting out here some more?”

“Yeah. They mentioned that they wanted me to come visit again soon, and I told them that with being a surrogate, I could be pregnant anywhere and didn’t have to be home all the time since I don’t work while carrying. As long as I go to all my doctor appointments and am home for the delivery, I could travel the whole time if I wanted.”

He nods in agreement, “That’s good to know,” he says with a wink.

“Right, so I told them that I could even look into renting a place out here for a few months, but they insisted that I stay with them while here.”

“Oh, that’s absolutely right; sounds like them. I actually wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to talk you into straight up moving out here as well. But yeah, there’s no way they’d let you stay anywhere else if you were here… as you've seen,” he finishes, widening his eyes playfully.

“I don’t know if I could do that to them though. I don’t want to be a burden or cramp them up, you know? Especially with Maddy trying to prepare for a baby. Plus, my doctor appointments are once a month right now, but once I reach 28 weeks, or 7 months along, I have to start going every other week, and then when I get to 36 weeks, which is 9 months along, I go every single week.”

“Wow, that’s a lot,” he says, brow furrowed.

“Yeah, it gets intense toward the end. Maybe we could go out and visit for a week once a month or something? Jenna did mention how much Tyler would like having you back home more often. I don’t think he’s a big fan of you living out in LA.”

When he doesn’t say anything right away, you realize how much you’ve been rambling. “I’m sorry, I’m over here just jabbering on.”

“We?” he asks with an enormous smile on his face, eyebrows raised.  

“What?” you question.

“You said ‘we’. ‘Maybe we could go visit once a month’.”

“Well, yeah, of course. I wanna see you as much as possible too, silly,” you say bashfully.

He sticks his hand in his pocket and feels for the ring box again.

Still there.

_____

Josh could not have timed it better if he had tried. By the time you finished dinner, the sun was in the perfect spot in the sky to cast beautiful oranges, pinks, and purples around the clouds. The temperature had dropped and the slight breeze made it very pleasant to be outside. It was just dark enough that the fountain lights and path lights were lit up, making the water of the river look as if it were twinkling.

Perfect.

You stand for a moment and watch the fountain run through its display, casting jumping streams of water in beautiful shades of hot pink, bright blue, purple, and neon green. Towards the end of the display, the jets suddenly shoot water really high in the air, as the circle fountains emit dancing spray from the top. It is absolutely breathtaking, and you can’t help but to pull out your phone and snap a few pictures and take a couple short videos.

Josh watches you as you marvel at the fountain, and can’t wait for the moment to ask you to marry him. He gets a wave of butterflies as he reaches into his pocket once again to feel for the box.

Still there.

You’re still holding your phone up when you feel his arm wrap around you from the side, pulling you in close. You put your phone down and wrap your arm around him as well, turning and raising to your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek.

“This is beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here, Josh. What a perfect way to spend my last night here.”

“I’m glad you like it. You said you wanted to see downtown at night, and this is the best view there is,” he says, pointing over to all of the buildings that are lit up in pretty oranges and the bridge that is lit up in blue.

You raise your phone to take more pictures as he speaks up again, “You wanna go walk across the bridge? I bet you can get some really good pictures from over there.”

You agree and he takes you by the hand and guides you toward the bridge.

‘Oh my god, this is it,’ he thinks to himself as you step onto the bridge. His hands are starting to get shaky and sweaty, and maybe it wasn’t a good idea to eat before this because his stomach won’t stop flipping and rolling.

He reflexively checks his pocket again for the ring box.

Still there.

“‘Wow,’” he thinks to himself, ‘did this bridge somehow get longer in the few short seconds I’ve been walking on it?’ Time has slowed and it seems to be taking forever to get to the center.

When you finally do reach the center of the bridge, his heart is pounding. He can’t hear much besides the whooshing of his own blood pumping in his ears. He quickly looks around, like Tyler told him, but doesn't see anyone close who might approach him.

You already have your phone up, snapping pictures. He steps close, reaching out to cup your face, pulling you to him for a slow, tender kiss. You reach out and pull him closer to you as you feel his hand delicately drop to your belly.

“Kat, I…” his breath is coming out in quick bursts. He puts hand in his pocket, fingers grasping around the velvet box.

‘This is it,’ he thinks to himself as he gets ready to take the ring out and drop to his knee. It’s almost out of his pocket and he’s starting to bend when…

“Excuse me. Mister? Are you Josh Dun?” a small, high voice says next to his waist.

He quickly stuffs the box back into his pocket and turns to the small fan. The little girl standing next to him couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old.

“Hi. Yes, I’m Josh-”

“Jasmine!” someone you assume is her mother comes running over. “I am so sorry. We recognized you a bit earlier, but we told her not to bother you,” she finishes, sternly looking down at her daughter, clearly embarrassed.

“Is this your girlfriend?” Jasmine speaks up again, pointing at you. “She’s very pretty.”

“I agree, she is very pretty.”

You smile and wave at the little girl from behind Josh.

“I’m sorry you guys. You are clearly busy. We’ll leave you two be. Again, I am so, so sorry.” She starts to guide her daughter away when she suddenly breaks free, attaching herself to Josh’s leg.

“Bye, Josh. Glad I got to meet you. Bye Josh’s girlfriend,” she calls as she turns and waves, skipping over to her mom.

You wave back and are suddenly aware of just how many phones are pointed in your direction, and you can’t help but hear the whispers of Josh’s name.

“Umm, maybe we should go. I don’t want you to get swamped or anything. I’m starting to get pretty tired anyway.”

“Y-yeah, that...that’s probably a good idea,” he says, taking your hand, and walking back toward the restaurant, ring heavy in his pocket.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

End notes:

x-posted on my Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/users/EncOREO/works

As always, I am actually a surrogate, currently pregnant with my 3rd surrobaby, so If you have any questions or are curious about any part of being a surrogate, please ask! I love talking about surrogacy stuff!

[leighleighpresents-blog]

Diana Anaid Interview (2010)

GQ:  Hi Diana, how are you today?

DA:  Fantastic, thank you!

GQ:  It’s now been about 6 years since your last studio album, Beautiful Obscene, so how is it to be back in the studio?

DA:  It’s fantastic to get back on the road with the new tunes, I can’t tell you.  I’m loving playing with the band …

GQ:   This is the first album Craig (Latham, bass player) has played on, isn’t it?

DA:  Absolutely, yeah.  Craig’s on a few of the tracks, not that many, but he’s having a shot at it, haha!  We started recording with him, then he got called away for Uni, but we finished the record, and I added a few new tracks since then, including some that aren’t on the record, did the album cover, but Craig’s really excited about it all.  He’s been working on the songs, and rehearsing them with us, and looking forward to coming down for the millionth time.

GQ:  On the new album, you do a cover of “What’s Up”.  Have you had any feedback from Linda Perry about it?

DA:  It’s really weird actually, cos she really loved my song “Last Thing” from Beautiful Obscene, and she wanted to do some songwriting with me, which I was so incredibly touched about, and just honoured that she would even like any of my songs, but that never actually eventuated, and I do know people who work with her, and I’ve asked them to PLEASE show her this version that I’ve recorded, and they said they will, but we’re talking about an incredibly busy woman, and she probably costs like $100,000 an hour or something to sit with, so I haven’t heard back from her yet, but all my friends and fans seem to love it, and say that it really rocks and I’ve done it justice, so that’s cool.

GQ:  When I first heard it, that was on your tour from last October, and I was like “wow”, and I was so glad when I found out it was going to be on the album.

DA:  I know, and it’s the first cover I’ve ever recorded, and it’s definitely a hats off and kudos to Linda Perry, who I absolutely dig and love as a songwriter.  I love what she did for James Blunt and Pink, so thumbs up, she’s amazing.  This is definitely my way of giving her kudos.  I mean, we just performed it at the Caxton St Seafood and Wine Festival in Brisbane, just to kick off the tour, and the crowd loved it, like, there was I Go Off, and then that song, and it was just so cool.

GQ:  The new album is quite different to your previous albums, and you sound more empowered now.  What made you take that direction with your writing?

DA:  I think it’s definitely a factor that it’s now been over a decade that I’ve been in the industry, and done a few records.  I’ve done a lot of exposé’s, a lot of soul-searching  interviews where people have gotten to know a little bit about me, but this record is letting people know a little bit more.  My son’s gotten older, so I feel like I can be less censored now, and so they’re more personal lyrics.  It has been over 10 years, so I want people to know I’m the sort of person you can relate to, and have as a part of your life, and to show that I’ve gone through hard things, so, if I can make it through it, then you can as well.

GQ:  That’s what I love about songwriting, when people can relate to you, even when the subject you wrote about is totally different to what the listener is thinking of.

DA:  Oh, definitely, and that’s where music got me from the very first day that I can remember.  I was like 4 or 5, and the radio was telling such important stories in the songs, and I was motherless, and when I was like 4 or 5, he was already in gaol, so I was in a foster home, and sometimes the radio held some very powerful, emotive moments that took me through difficult parts of my life, and I know that happens to so many people, and that’s why I got into music in the first place, so I can try to make a difference to people that don’t have it easy.

GQ:  Yeah, that’s for sure.  One of the songs on your album, Trophy Wife, talks about being an LA trophy wife.  What’s the meaning behind that particular song?  Would you ever move to LA?

DA:  Well, in LA, you see a lot of elderly ladies who look like they’re in their early 20’s, and they’ve had a lot of work done, and I don’t think they even have a day job, it’s like their job is just to make themselves look pretty.  Like, they’re old, but they’ve got the plumped up lips, and the blonde hair, and no weight on their body, so they probably don’t even eat.  They’ve obviously got a Mafia boyfriend or Italian boyfriend, or something there to make it worth hanging in for, and actually making that change worth it.  I’m talking about those thin, blonde, pouted-up-with-collagen, plastic surgery, and just really plastic people that you find in LA.  They’re not all around America, it’s just in LA.  We have them in Australia too, up in the Gold Coast.  It’s just a strange thing that’s funny to see, and I thought it’d be funny to write about.

GQ:  There’s a few songs coming out now that are quite cynical about “plastic people” …

DA:  I think there was definitely a period in LA where famous people and beautiful people, even fake songwriters were quite respected and loved, and but when you dig beneath the surface, which is what people are doing these days, you really wanna get back to the basis of it all, and that’s what I’m getting at when I say I was born in the wrong time.  When you look at Woodstock and the ‘60’s, the whole thing with those musicians is they were out there trying to make a change.  I mean, I don’t think Paris Hilton is out there trying to make a change, and I don’t think she should be releasing a record.

GQ:  Haha!  I think a lot of people might agree with you there.   Random question for you: with all your records, if you had to choose just one song to keep as your own, which would it be and why?

DA:  Ooh, well, when I was really little, I wrote this song called “Sent By A Dove Was Love”.  Of course, the dove symbolised peace, so it was like a reference to that, and I realised, after writing that song, it wasn’t the best rhyme I could do to illustrate what I was trying to say.  If I hadn’t written that song, I would never have realised that the best way to say things is really “I go off, and if you don’t believe that, I’ll go off right here, right now.”  Very simple, haha!

GQ:  And that’s probably one of your best known songs too!

DA:  Exactly!  And “we’ll have a dog instead of a kid, we’ll be the perfect family” .  Now, my kid is almost 17, so that’s another one of my best lyrics, everyone relates to that lyric as well.

GQ:  Oh, I don’t know, the way my dog is acting at the moment, I’d happily swap!

DA:  That’s not nice, haha!  What about “it’s the last thing I need right now, no way, no boys allowed”?  You wouldn’t happen to relate to that one, would you?

GQ:  I can get in my moods with that, especially after 4 years …

DA:  Haha!  Nah, I couldn’t live without any of my songs.  The record label that signed me up in 97, Origin Records, the manager of that label loved my song Forola, and no one particularly knows that song, that’s why I called my record label Forola Music, because there was an emotional impact with that manager, and that was a beautiful thing, it’s great for someone to have a connection with a song.

GQ:  With Forola, that’s one of those songs that actually sounds better live than it does in the studio.  I heard it on the single for Don’t Believe In Love, I think it was…

DA:  I think that was the Live At The Wireless recording from Triple J.  That was a really special moment for us, because, as a band, we had an incredible night that night, and we really enjoyed playing the songs, and definitely came across perfectly, the way we wanted it to, so it probably does come across better live than on the recorded version.  To be honest, they have that touch and that connection with the audience that can only come across with less distance and more intimacy.

GQ:  That’s true, but even in terms of the music side, Forola came across more grungy live, which suited it more.

DA:  Oh sure, well that’s normal with a band that’s always half-pissed and lacking asleep.  You call that grunge music, I call that terrible, hopeless, bloody pathetic!

GQ:  Don’t forget, you’re talking about yourself here too, haha!

DA:  Oh yeah … no, I’m the only one that’s alive and awake and being fantastic.  But yeah, we do try to bring across a bit of grunge.  I mean, look at your (chat)name, “veruca_boi” … Veruca Salt, fucking PJ Harvey, Patti Smith, The Pixies, I mean, bring it back as far as you want, Jimi Hendrix … we’re definitely more into the grungy stuff than the pop or simple rock.

GQ:  Yeah, well there’s more emotion in distorted guitars …

DA:  There’s definitely more emotion in distorted guitars.  I mean, on our records, we layer our guitars, and this record that we’ve just put out is the least layered of all of them.  I’m a layer fan from way back, you know, 20 layers on each track on I Don’t Think I’m Pregnant … no I’m joking with you, but at least 10.

GQ:  Yeah, you can tell some of the songs are pretty heavily layered … but I guess one of your own songs that would definitely describe you would be Blaring Out …

DA:  Absolutely.  That’s the thing, I’ve always been loving my music loud, and opinionated people, different people, you know, rebels, people that are just trying to fuck with the trend of society, they’re definitely more interesting than the average run-of-the-mill person.

GQ:  Oh, I can so relate to you on that!  Now, from one guitarist to another, I have to ask: how many different tunings do you actually play with on your songs?

DA:  Hehe … well, I Go Off is CCCGCC, and then I Don’t Think I’m Pregnant is FCCGCC, then Love Song For A Girl is DADAAD, then Last Thing is EAC#AAE, and some of my other songs are EAEEBE, then Don’t Believe In Love and Make Me Change My Name are something else, then just go to straight Dropped-D and you get Perfect Family, Addiction, Blaring Out, Dumb Opinion, Fill Me Up, and a few others, then in standard tuning, you get What’s Up, Nothing Special, and a few others as well.  I used to carry around like 5 guitars on tour with me, and I still couldn’t do everyone’s favourites, but now I have an electronic guitar called the *insert name here* which I’ll show you when I come down, and it’s a fantastic guitar that can have 16 different tunings programmed into it, and I have 10 programmed in now, so in a 15 song set, I have 10 different tunings.

GQ:  At least now I can work out how to play them, now I have the tunings!

DA:  Well, keep checking out my website, cos next week I’ll be putting up the tablature for I Go Off, and I’ll be putting more up in the near future for the old songs, and some of the new songs over the next year while we’re promoting the new cd.  But I can say, with all honesty, I can play all my songs with flying colours at the moment, the band and I are so excited to be coming down to Melbourne, and the last two gigs we did in NSW were like a warm-up …  

GQ:  Haha, oh, I feel so special now!  So is Stone (Diana’s son) going to get into music, do you think?  Or just stick to the circus stuff?  Maybe you should bring him down to perform while you’re playing … possibly during Cynical On Waking?

DA:  Well, the show on the 15th is his 17th birthday, so I’ll be celebrating in my own way.  He’s really good at the circus stuff, and has performed at Splendour On The Grass, it’s his second performance as a juggler/circus performer, but he’s also a really good musician, he’s done some really fantastic performances, mainly with hip-hop, he’s a great spokesperson for hip-hop … no, I’m just joking.  He did a couple of really good hip-hop things when he was in school, but now he’s focussing on his HSC studies, so not a lot of time for music, he doesn’t want to drop out like his deadbeat mother did, he’s going to finish school.

GQ:  Well, I guess if he does decide to go into music, he has a label to go to!  Have you signed up any other artists with Forola Music yet?

DA:  I’ve got a couple of interested people, I’ve just got to bring in funds so I can promote them properly, but I’ve definitely had some REALLY good people send in their material wanting to sign up, but I’m still learning how to do it all myself.  I’ll be the guinea pig, give it a couple of records, and then hopefully I’ll be able to help other people, but yeah, there’s seriously some talented people out there.

GQ:  This is the 3rd disc you’ve released under the label so far, right?

DA:  The first one was Live At The Bush Theatre, and then there was Cheatin��� On Me, and now this album.  There was also the Cynical On Waking single, but that was digital only.

GQ:  Why isn’t Cheatin’ On Me on the album?

DA:  That was a special track.  It was more of an interim track between Beautiful Obscene and the new album, and when I release something like that, I don’t usually include it on the album that follows.  It’s the same as we did with Oh No in ’98, just an interim track between the debut and I Don’t Think I’m Pregnant, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be on a future release, cos I re-recorded Oh No for Beautiful Obscene, so a re-recording isn’t out of the question.  I LOVE that song, love the film clip, and really dig the tune, but this album was something different.  We recorded it in it’s entirety in 2 weeks, so we didn’t want to include anything old, we just wanted new tracks recorded in that session.

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