#and don't shut me down by abba but not really

[f14fun]

lay all your love on me - op81 (C2)

synopsis: in which oscar piastri and a university student begging for her euro summer vacation collide in a steamy, abba-inspired romance

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02: Love, Sweat, and Secondhand Embarrassment

"Clemmy I swear I wanted to die that entire time. Whoever I offended in an alternate universe I am so so sorry, I truly believe karma is real now," I lamented, voice weak.

Burying my head in my pillow, I could finally appreciate the cool blast of AC (well, it was a little bit of air conditioning but a little is better than nothing) I scratched my right leg that was hoisted up onto the blue duvet cover. If not for the horrible comedic timing of everything, in that moment, I might have said that I was enjoying myself.

On the other line of the phone, thousands of miles away, it was a completely different story.

"What the fuck," Clementine could barely muster out because she was laughing so hard.

"I still don't think any part of this story is funny, Clem," I roll my eyes and trail off.

"But it is! You genuinely should consider a career in stand-up comedy. If you recounted all of this in front of a paying live audience, I'm just saying it could make you a millionaire overnight," Clementine wheezed.

"Oh, shut up, bitch," I retorted, trying to suppress a smile despite my mortification.

"You know it's true though!" Her girlish giggles rang through my room. I could see her face through the screen and it looked like visible tears were streaming down her face from how funny she found this to be.

"I am completely and utterly humiliated. There is no way I can go downstairs and face everyone right now," I whined. It was true, as twenty minutes ago, mid-Facetime with Clementine, I heard the door to the foyer open and heard a lot of new noises.

New people. The neighbors. The rest of the Australians.

Crikey, mate.

There was no way I could face them. And since Oscar was probably their son (he looked way too young to be a father) he had probably already told them about the wretched and humiliating mishap.

"Seriously, Clemmy, you don’t get it," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice but failing miserably. "This is not just some embarrassing story. This is my life, and I have to face these people now."

Clementine’s laughter finally started to subside, and she took a deep breath. "Okay, okay, I get it. But you have to admit, this is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of disaster. You can’t just ignore it. It’s like the universe is telling you to embrace the chaos."

I sighed, feeling a bit more grounded with her calming tone. "Yeah, well, I’m not exactly feeling the universe’s love right now. I feel like I’ve been dropped into some kind of sitcom. And what if they think I’m a total klutz? I can’t even begin to imagine how Oscar must’ve described me."

"It'll be fine. You are a pro at handling horrible situations. I mean, I can really only think that you have had more bad experiences with guys than good ones!" Clem tried to reassure me.

"Wow, thanks," I deadpanned. "Way to make a girl feel special."

Clementine's voice was full of playful sympathy. "Hey, I’m just saying, you’ve survived everything life’s thrown at you so far. Besides, look at it this way: if they’re judging you based on this one incident, they’re missing out on getting to know the amazing person you are."

"Yeah, because nothing says 'amazing' like face-planting into a pile of shampoo and knocking over a bunch of cleaning supplies," I said, sarcasm dripping from my tone.

Clementine laughed. "Exactly! And let’s be honest, if they do judge you for this, they’re definitely not worth your time. Besides, Oscar might even think you’re charming in a clumsy, endearing kind of way. You never know."

"You should really consider a career in therapy. If I lay here and close my eyes for a bit and sleep for three hours surely your advice will work," I retorted.

"Oh be so serious with me now,"

"I am! Now I can add a new skill to my LinkedIn profile," I said, trying to stifle a giggle. "How about 'Expert in Catastrophic Bathroom Mishaps: Master of Turning Shower Encounters into Slapstick Comedy'?"

Clementine burst into laughter. “That’s quite a title! It’s like you’ve got a whole new niche market for yourself.”

“Right? I’m just waiting for the endorsement from ‘The Association of Embarrassing Bathroom Incidents,’” I said, imagining a badge with that exact title. What a big, fat, fucking joke.

“Or maybe you'll become the keynote speaker for the 'International Conference on Unexpected Water-Based Accidents,’” Clementine added, her voice full of amusement.

“I’ll make sure to include a workshop on ‘How to Survive a Bathroom Collision with Dignity and Humor,’” I said with a chuckle. “And don’t forget the seminar on ‘Turning Slip-and-Fall Disasters into Networking Opportunities.’”

“A career to consider!” Clementine laughed. “And you know what? I’ll be your first fan. Just remember to keep me updated on how your new ‘disastrous bathroom mishap’ career is going.”

“I’ll make sure to do that,” I promised with a smile. “Thanks for the laugh. It’s nice to know that even in the middle of a fiasco, I can count on you to turn it into a comedy show.”

"What can I say, I will never turn down listening to a free shit show," Clementine winked at me through the camera.

"Clem! What the hell!" I waved my manicured pointed nail at her.

"Bye! Don't die from embarrassment before you come back!" She quipped, then promptly hung up.

I lay sprawled on my bed, dreading the thought of going downstairs and facing the group of new neighbors. The whole idea made me cringe. I was just about to mentally prepare myself for the awkward introductions when a sudden knock on my door jolted me upright. My heart raced as I called out lazily, “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Oscar standing there. His eyebrow was raised, and he wore a cheeky grin that did nothing to ease my nerves.

"Well, well, well," he said with an amused smirk. "Looks like you’ve been having quite the chat with 'dearest Clemmy,' haven’t you?"

My face flushed beet red, and I stuttered, struggling to find my words. “W-What are you doing here?”

Oscar leaned casually against the doorframe, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Oh, you know, just overheard you and Clemmy talking about our little mishap. I believe you mentioned something about me being ‘a charming yet infuriating Aussie who managed to turn your bathroom break into a comedy skit.’”

I blinked, stunned into silence. My mouth opened and closed, but no coherent words came out. The sheer embarrassment was overwhelming. Oscar’s casual demeanor and his cheeky grin only made things worse.

“What can I say, my name was called,” Oscar continued with a mischievous glint in his eye. “If someone keeps calling you hot, I mean, wouldn’t you be too curious to listen?”

His smirk only made my breath hitch and my fingers tremble a little more. I could feel my cheeks burning, and I struggled to come up with a response. The playful glint in his eye and his casual attitude did nothing to alleviate my embarrassment. Instead, they only made me feel more flustered.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “W-Well, I guess I didn’t think anyone would be actually listening.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow playfully, his smirk widening. “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t. But it was too good to pass up. Especially the part where you called me a ‘human wrecking ball.’”

My face flushed a deeper shade of crimson. “Great. Just great,” I muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “I’m sure I’ve made a fantastic first impression.”

Oscar chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Look, it’s all good. I’ve seen worse first impressions. Trust me. At least you didn’t accidentally set off the fire alarm or flood the place.”

I managed a weak smile, still feeling the sting of embarrassment. “Yeah, well, I’ll try to keep any future disasters to a minimum.”

Look at me, constantly embarrassing myself in front of hot guys. This was the exact reason why I was still bitchless and socially awkward at the ripe age of twenty-one. I could navigate a spreadsheet like a pro, ace exams, and even master the perfect contour, but put me in a room with a cute guy, and I turned into a walking calamity.

I sighed internally, already dreading the inevitable teasing I’d get from Clemmy once she found out I had, yet again, failed to keep my cool around a guy. Maybe I should’ve just stayed in the bathroom and let the ground swallow me whole.

Oscar raised an eyebrow, studying me with a curious look. “You know, you seem like a completely different person right now. Way quieter, more shy… less daring.”

My face flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. “That’s not true,” I snapped, crossing my arms defensively. “I’m exactly the same as I was before.”

Oscar’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on me. “Sure, if you say so. But the girl who almost took me down like a rugby player in the bathroom seemed a lot more fearless.”

My nose flared as I shot him a glare, feeling the fire of indignation rise within me. Who did he think he was, making assumptions about me? I’ll show him just how brave I can be, I thought, my fists clenching. If he wanted to see daring, then I’d make sure he regretted ever doubting me. The nerve of this guy! He might have been hot, but that didn’t give him the right to push my buttons like this.

Oscar gave me a lopsided grin, clearly pleased with himself. "Anyway, everyone’s heading downstairs to meet each other. Figured I’d let you know, since, you know, it’s probably not the best idea to hide out up here forever."

My stomach twisted with nerves at the thought of facing everyone after that humiliating encounter. The idea of meeting new people while still reeling from my disastrous introduction to Oscar was daunting. But there was no way I was going to let him see how nervous I actually was. I took a deep breath, nodding stiffly. "Fine, let’s get this over with."

As we walked out of the room and toward the stairs, I could feel Oscar’s presence behind me—large, imposing, and annoyingly close. My face heated up, and I silently cursed myself for blushing yet again. Why did this guy have to make everything so difficult?

It was like shooting a sitting duck. A little small talk, a smile, and baby, I was stuck. I was a grown woman, for god’s sake, not some teenager swooning over a crush. But there I was, getting flustered over a guy I barely knew. Get a grip, I told myself, trying to shake off the absurdity of the situation. This wasn’t supposed to happen—I wasn’t supposed to be this easily charmed.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I hesitated, gripping the railing a little longer than usual. I could feel Oscar’s gaze on me, and it only made my nerves worse. Just as I was about to take the first step down, his hand brushed against mine. The contact was brief but enough to send a jolt of awareness through me. His hand was rough with calluses, moderately enveloping mine in a way that felt both comforting and disarming.

What was it about this guy that made me feel so uncharacteristically off-balance? As I tried to steady my racing thoughts, I reminded myself that I had to keep it together. After all, I wasn’t about to let some smooth-talking Aussie turn me into a lovesick fool—no matter how much my traitorous heart seemed to enjoy the challenge.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyes were drawn to two adults who were deep in conversation with my mom. Their warm, friendly demeanor and unmistakable Australian accents told me they were Oscar’s parents. They seemed just as lively and outgoing as he was, which only added to the strangeness of this entire situation.

Then, I spotted Oscar’s siblings—a trio of sisters who looked like carbon copies of him, yet each had her own distinct vibe, like different fonts of the same typeface. They were laughing and joking with each other, their bond evident in the way they effortlessly engaged in light-hearted banter. I felt a pang of envy, wishing I had siblings to share that kind of closeness with.

My daydream was abruptly shattered when Oscar’s large, warm hand clasped onto my shoulder, his fingers pressing gently but firmly against my skin. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through me, making me jump slightly as a flush of heat rushed to my cheeks. His chuckle, deep and amused, rumbled behind me, the sound wrapping around me like a teasing caress. He was standing on the step just above me, close enough that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. His presence was unmistakably felt—broad, solid, and way too close for comfort, yet somehow not close enough.

His fingers lingered on my shoulder, almost as if he was testing my reaction, and I could feel the warmth radiating from his touch, seeping into my skin. The space between us seemed to shrink with every passing second, and I could barely concentrate on anything but the weight of his hand and the steady beat of my heart hammering in my chest.

Oscar leaned in slightly, his voice low and smooth as honey. “Jumpier than I thought,” he drawled, his tone dripping with playful mischief. “Didn’t take you for the shy type. Especially not after our little bathroom tango.” His grin widened, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a way that was both infuriating and ridiculously charming.

My pulse quickened at the way he was looking at me—those eyes sparkling with amusement, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. I swallowed hard, my mind racing to come up with a retort, but all I could focus on was how his hand, still resting on my shoulder, felt both protective and possessive. The air between us crackled with a tension that was impossible to ignore, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

I could quite literally cut the sexual tension with the dullest fucking butterknife in the world.

I tried to muster a sharp retort, something that would wipe that smug grin off his face, but my brain was too busy short-circuiting to cooperate. All I could manage was a stuttered, “I-I’m not shy! You just—caught me off guard, that’s all.” The words tumbled out, weak and unconvincing, and I mentally cringed at how feeble they sounded.

Oscar’s grin only grew, clearly enjoying my flustered state. He leaned in a little closer, his gaze locked on mine with a playful intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “Off guard, huh?” he murmured, his voice dipping lower. “So, you’re saying if I hadn’t surprised you, you’d be able to keep up?”

I opened my mouth to respond, determined to regain some semblance of dignity, but nothing clever came out. Instead, I just stood there, caught between wanting to pull away from his teasing and feeling inexplicably drawn to his warmth. His hand slid from my shoulder, and the absence of his touch left a surprising chill in its wake.

Realizing that my window for a comeback was closing, I finally managed to sputter, “Y-Yeah, exactly.” I immediately cursed myself for sounding so pathetic. Not exactly the sharp comeback I was hoping for. His smirk deepened, and I could tell he wasn’t buying it for a second.

“Sure, whatever you say,” Oscar replied, his tone still dripping with amusement. He straightened up, giving me a quick wink before stepping down to the next stair. The playful glint in his eyes told me he knew exactly how much he was getting under my skin, and he was loving every second of it.

As he moved past me, I finally found my voice—too little, too late—and muttered under my breath, “Cocky bastard.” But it was quiet enough that I hoped he didn’t hear it. To my dismay, Oscar paused, turning back with a raised eyebrow and an even wider grin.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Care to repeat it?”

My cheeks flamed as I quickly shook my head. “Nope, nothing. Let’s just… go meet everyone.”

Oscar’s grin didn’t falter as he took a step closer, still looming above me. “You know,” he began, his voice casual but with that familiar teasing edge, “I’ve already met everyone else. Your mom, too. And I’ve gotta say, you two seem like complete opposites.”

I blinked up at him, caught off guard again. “Opposites?”

He nodded, leaning against the wall with that effortless ease he seemed to have perfected. “Yep. Your mom’s all smiles and warm welcomes. You, on the other hand… well, you’ve got this whole ‘ready to throw punches’ vibe going on.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to gauge whether he was being serious or just messing with me again. “I do not have a ‘ready to throw punches’ vibe.”

Oscar’s lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh. “Oh, you totally do. But don’t worry,” he added with a playful smirk, “it’s kind of endearing. Keeps things interesting.”

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Glad to know I’m so entertaining for you.”

He shrugged, unfazed. “Hey, I’m just saying, opposites attract, right? Besides, your mom already likes me. You could take a few notes.”

His comment sent a fresh wave of warmth to my cheeks, both from irritation and something I couldn’t quite place. “I don’t need notes from you,” I shot back, though my voice lacked its usual bite.

Oscar just chuckled, giving me one last teasing wink before turning to head down the stairs. “Whatever you say, mate. Just try not to tackle anyone else while you’re at it.”

"Well well well, what do we have here?" A girl with short hair and a devious grin matching Oscar's grinned at me as well entered the kitchen. Shimmering her hands like "jazz hands", she rolled her eyes and rested her chin in the palm of her hand.

I turned to face the new arrival, immediately recognizing her as one of Oscar’s sisters—one of the three siblings who seemed to share his penchant for mischief. Her cropped hair and sharp, playful eyes made her look like she’d just stepped out of a rom-com where she was the resident troublemaker, always stirring the pot and having a laugh at everyone else’s expense.

“Hey, party people,” she said, her voice dripping with a teasing lilt. She shot me a grin that was almost a mirror image of Oscar’s, mischievous and knowing, like she was in on some inside joke I hadn’t been let in on yet. I could feel the same heat from before creeping up my neck. Why did it feel like these siblings were reading me like an open book?

“Looks like someone’s already made a grand entrance,” she continued, flicking her eyes between me and Oscar with an amused smirk. “Oscar’s been talking about you nonstop since we got here. Said something about a ‘bathroom fiasco’ that deserves an award?”

I shot a glare at Oscar, who was leaning casually against the counter, looking far too pleased with himself. “Did he now?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the mortification clawing at me.

The girl laughed, light and musical, but with an edge that told me she was fully enjoying every bit of this. “Oh yeah, he’s been filling us in. But don’t worry, we’re used to his tall tales. I’m Hattie, by the way,” she added, extending a hand with exaggerated enthusiasm as if we were meeting on the set of a game show rather than in my kitchen.

I hesitated for a beat before shaking her hand, trying to muster a smile that didn’t look too forced. “Nice to meet you, Hattie. I’m—”

“Oh, I know who you are,” she interrupted, her grin widening. “You’re the girl who almost took out my brother. Honestly, I’m impressed. No one’s ever managed to knock him off his game quite like that.”

I glanced at Oscar, who was watching the exchange with an infuriatingly smug look on his face. Maisie’s comment hung in the air, both a compliment and a lighthearted jab. I couldn’t help but feel like I was once again the butt of some inside joke between the siblings.

“Yeah, well, it’s a special talent of mine,” I said, trying to sound casual but feeling like every word was being scrutinized. “Guess I just have that effect.”

Hattie laughed, the sound bright and unapologetically amused. “Oh, I like you already. But hey, if you’re gonna hang out with us, you better be ready for a little friendly chaos. And maybe a few more unexpected collisions.”

Oscar gave a soft snort of laughter, and I could feel his eyes still on me, assessing, teasing, and—annoyingly—almost impressed. I tried to ignore the butterflies that seemed to be staging a full-on rebellion in my stomach. Clearly, this family thrived on playful torment, and I had somehow found myself right in the middle of it.

“Don’t worry,” I said, straightening up and forcing a confident smile. “I think I can handle whatever you guys throw at me.”

Hattie's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she gave me a mock salute. “That’s the spirit. Welcome to the chaos, mate.”

Oscar chuckled again, giving me that damn wink before pushing off from the counter. “Oh, she’s ready for it. Trust me, she’s already made quite the impression.”

The other two girls strolled in, each with their own distinct energy that filled the room. One had a fierce, confident look, dark hair tied up in a messy bun, and a leather jacket that screamed ‘cooler-than-you’ vibes. The youngest, a curly-haired, bright-eyed whirlwind, practically bounced into the kitchen, her infectious smile lighting up the space.

“So,” I said, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of new faces. “I’ve met Oscar, obviously, and… Hattie, right?” I glanced at the girl who had first greeted me, who nodded with a playful smile. “But I’m afraid I haven’t gotten your names yet,” I continued, pointing between the other two sisters.

The girl with the leather jacket gave me a wry grin, leaning casually against the counter. “I’m Edie,” she said, her voice dripping with casual confidence. “The cooler, smarter middle child.”

Mae, the youngest, immediately chimed in, rolling her eyes at her sister. “And I’m Mae, the fun one,” she said with a giggle, her curls bouncing as she hopped up onto a stool. “Edie’s just mad she wasn’t born with my charm.”

Edie snorted, pretending to be offended. “Please, you’re like a tiny tornado of chaos. But yeah, I guess she’s not wrong,” she added, shooting me a smirk. “Mae’s got a way of making everything a little… livelier.”

I couldn’t help but smile at their playful back-and-forth. “Nice to officially meet you all. And thanks for the heads-up on your brother’s antics,” I said, glancing at Oscar, who was watching the exchange with an amused glint in his eye.

“Oh, trust me,” Hattie added, her grin widening as she nudged Oscar with her elbow. “We’ve got years of experience keeping this one in line. You’re welcome to join the effort.”

Oscar threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Wow, ganging up on me already? This is why I never bring girls home,” he joked, though there was a hint of genuine warmth in his voice, like he was more than used to—and secretly enjoyed—their teasing.

Mae leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just wait till we start telling you all the embarrassing stories. Oscar’s got quite a few, and we’ve got no problem spilling the tea.”

Oscar smirked, shifting his weight just enough to close the distance between us, his presence suddenly feeling a lot closer, a lot warmer. He leaned in with a casual ease, his movements smooth and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to make me squirm. His voice dropped into a playful, low tone, rich and velvety, each word dripping with deliberate charm. “Oh, don’t worry about them,” he murmured, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “I’d much rather hear your stories. You’re far more interesting than anything they could say about me.”

The way he looked at me was like I was the only person in the room, his eyes lingering on mine with a bold, flirtatious glint that sent a shiver down my spine. His grin was maddeningly confident, a little crooked, and devastatingly irresistible—the kind of smile that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. It was teasing, suggestive, and far too charming for its own good, like he was daring me to blush, daring me to react.

I felt the heat creeping up my neck, a slow burn that spread across my cheeks, making my skin prickle with the sudden awareness of how close he was. My mind scrambled for something clever to say, but his flirtatious tone, the way his eyes roved over my face as if he was reading every reaction, left me tongue-tied. It was like he was peeling back layers with just a look, searching for the part of me that he could fluster with a few well-placed words and that infuriating smile.

I tried to steady my breath, but his proximity was overwhelming. I could catch the faint scent of his cologne—fresh, with a hint of something spicy—and the subtle shift of his body as he leaned closer sent my senses into overdrive. Every nerve seemed to hum in response to his nearness, and I could feel my face burning hotter, betraying me with every second that I failed to look away.

Edie made a gagging noise, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Ew, Oscar, seriously? Can you not flirt for like five seconds? It’s embarrassing.”

Mae giggled, giving Oscar a playful shove. “Yeah, gross. No one wants to see that. Save it for when we’re not around, Romeo.”

Hattie snorted, shaking her head as she watched Oscar with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “He’s always like this. Thinks he’s Mr. Smooth. Don’t let him get to you.”

But Oscar only chuckled, clearly unfazed by his sisters’ teasing. He turned back to me, his grin widening as he caught sight of my flushed cheeks. “Aww, look at that,” he said, his voice soft and teasing. “Did I make you blush? How cute.”

I quickly tried to hide my face, mortification bubbling up as I realized there was no escaping the heat radiating from my cheeks. “N-No, you didn’t,” I stammered, though the pink tint on my face said otherwise.

Oscar’s smirk deepened, and he leaned in just a little closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not very good at hiding it, you know. It’s kind of endearing.”

I could practically feel my cheeks getting even more red, if that was even possible. His sisters snickered behind us, enjoying the show as much as they enjoyed tormenting him.

Mae nudged Hattie, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, “He’s really laying it on thick, huh? Someone needs to put a leash on this one.”

Hattie snickered and turned to me, giving me an exaggeratedly sympathetic look. “Don’t worry, he does this to everyone. It’s part of his ‘charm offensive.’ Just don’t let him get away with it too easily.”

“Yeah, make him work for it,” Edie added with a laugh. “And don’t let that blush fool you. He’s got enough of an ego without you feeding it.”

Oscar just shrugged, clearly unbothered by his sisters’ ribbing. He kept his eyes on me, his smile softening just slightly. “They’re just jealous because they know I’m right. You really are something else.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to fight the smile that was creeping onto my face despite my best efforts. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, crossing my arms in an attempt to compose myself.

Oscar leaned back, finally giving me a bit of space but not without one last wink. “Impossible’s my specialty,” he said, the playful challenge hanging in the air.

Hattie clapped her hands together, breaking the charged silence that had wrapped around us. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s change the scene before this kitchen gets any steamier,” she said with a sly grin, glancing between Oscar and me. “What do you say we all head out to the pool? It’s hot as hell today, and I could use a swim.”

Mae’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she bounced on her toes with excitement. “Yes, please! I’ve been dying to jump in all morning. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Edie shrugged, pushing off the counter. “Sounds like a plan. Beats sitting around here watching Oscar make a fool of himself,” she said, shooting her brother a pointed look that he brushed off with a careless smirk.

I hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden change in plans. The thought of the pool—cool water, bright sun, and lounging with these new, vibrant personalities—was tempting, but my mind immediately jumped to what that would mean: changing into a bikini, being under the sun's scrutiny, and, worse, the idea of Oscar’s eyes on me again, but this time with even less to hide behind.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I said, trying to sound casual, though my heart was starting to race for an entirely different reason now. “Just give me a minute to get changed.”

As I slipped back into my room, I rummaged through my suitcase, finding the bright bikini I had packed on a whim but hadn’t quite planned on wearing in front of a whole audience of strangers. It was a pretty number—a little more revealing than I was used to—but suddenly, the idea of wearing it around Oscar felt daunting. My insecurities bubbled up: the nagging thoughts of whether my stomach was flat enough, if my thighs looked alright, or if the faint stretch marks I tried so hard to ignore would be too noticeable under the bright afternoon sun.

I took a deep breath, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I tugged at the fabric, trying to adjust it in a way that made me feel more comfortable, but the nerves wouldn’t settle. I could already imagine Oscar’s eyes lingering on me, his playful smirk turning into something more appraising, and the thought sent a rush of heat to my cheeks. God, why was I letting this get to me? It was just a pool. Just a bikini. Just Oscar. But the more I tried to rationalize, the more those little fears crept in, whispering doubts that made my stomach churn.

I was so lost in my own thoughts, adjusting and readjusting the strings and trying to silence the negative self-talk, that I nearly jumped out of my skin when a sudden knock rattled my door. My heart leaped into my throat, and I spun around, my breath catching as I called out, “W-Who is it?”

“It’s me,” came Oscar’s familiar voice, muffled but still clear enough to send a jolt of nerves through me. “Just checking to see if you’re alright in there. You’ve been quiet, and, well, didn’t want you chickening out on us.”

His tone was light, but there was something softer in it, something that caught me off guard. It wasn’t the usual teasing or the cocky one-liners I’d grown accustomed to in the short time I’d known him. This felt… genuine. A flicker of concern threaded through his words, almost like he actually cared if I was okay. My cheeks flushed anew, this time from the unexpected warmth of his attention rather than embarrassment.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my cover-up as I tried to piece together my swirling thoughts. Was this the same Oscar who had been smirking at me in the kitchen, flirting shamelessly in front of his sisters? The same Oscar who seemed to relish every moment he made me blush or stumble over my words? It was strange, almost disarming, to hear him like this—concerned, attentive, with none of his usual bravado.

My heart fluttered at the thought. What if there was more to him than just the cheeky guy who lived for teasing? I couldn’t help but feel a small, unexpected tug in my chest, an urge to believe that this side of him was real and not just some act. But then, just as quickly, my rational side kicked in, reminding me that I’d known Oscar for all of three hours, most of which had been spent flustered and caught up in his whirlwind of charm.

Was I reading too much into this? Was I letting my own insecurities and wishful thinking color my perception of him? It was hard not to, especially when he swung so easily between flirty and sincere, keeping me constantly off-balance. I barely knew this guy, yet here I was, letting my mind wander into dangerous territory, imagining depth and sincerity that might not even be there.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady my thoughts. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions—didn’t want to let a few kind words make me think I’d seen some hidden side of him. But it was hard not to feel flustered when his voice had softened like that, when he’d taken the time to check on me instead of just joking about how long I was taking.

The knock on my door, the concern in his tone—it all felt so different from the playful Oscar who’d swaggered into my life just a few hours ago. Maybe it was nothing, just a moment of decency, a brief glimpse of something real behind the jokes and teasing. Or maybe I was just overthinking, desperate to see something more in him because he’d managed to get under my skin in a way I wasn’t quite prepared for.

I sighed, feeling my cheeks heat up once more as the realization hit me—I was blushing again, and not just from embarrassment this time. There was something about Oscar, something that made me want to believe he was more than the carefree charmer he projected. But whether that was true or just wishful thinking, I couldn’t be sure. Not yet.

“I-I’m fine!” I called back, trying to steady my voice, but it came out shaky, betraying the mix of anxiety and embarrassment that had settled in my chest. “Just… getting ready.”

There was a pause on the other side of the door, long enough that I thought he might have walked away. But then, Oscar’s voice cut through again, softer this time, and with a teasing edge. “You sure? I promise no one’s gonna judge you out there. Least of all me.”

The reassurance felt sincere, but I couldn’t help the way my mind raced with all the what-ifs. What if he did look? What if I didn’t look good enough? What if this stupid bikini made me feel more exposed than I could handle? I glanced at myself one last time in the mirror, trying to summon the confidence that I usually wore so easily, but right now felt like it was hiding somewhere I couldn’t reach.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I finally managed, forcing a smile I hoped he couldn’t hear through the door. “Just... give me a sec. I’ll be right out.”

“Take your time,” Oscar said, his voice fading as he finally moved away from the door. “But don’t take too long. You don’t wanna miss the fun.”

As his footsteps retreated, I let out a shaky breath, trying to collect myself. I ran a hand through my hair, giving myself one last pep talk before heading out. It was just a pool day, I reminded myself. Just a stupid pool day with some new people and a guy who was way too good at making me blush. And maybe, just maybe, it would be fun—if I could get out of my own head long enough to let it be.

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[silly-l1ttle-guy]

How the bucci gang sleep hcs

This has been in my drafts since January wtf

BRUNO BUCCIARATI + LEONE ABBACCHIO

all over the place

there is not a single time where these two have woken up in the same position they fell asleep in

like they'll fall asleep spooning, then they'll wake up with half of Bruno's limbs zipped off and Abbacchio sprawled across the bed in a position that looks uncomfortable with her foot in Bruno's face

one of Bruno's legs is probably on the floor and Abbacchio is most likely cuddling one of his arms

they're just used to it at this point

"Leone can you pass me my leg?" "m'kay"

Narancia came in to wake them up one time and screamed because Bruno zipped his head off in his sleep

Mista and Trish teased him about it for weeks

anyway i bet on my life that Bruno and Abba bring out their stands in their sleep

just randomly while they're sleeping Sticky Fingers and Moody Blues pop out

they just look at each other, then down at their users, then back to each other

they end up cuddling too (SENTIENT STANDS SUPREMACY)

it's so cute when Bruno and Abba wake up and see that their stand are cuddling

also Bruno's hair may look perfect 24/7 but in the morning it's SO. FUCKING. MESSY.

he has to immediately brush his hair so no one sees it like that

except Abbacchio

SPEAKING OF ABBACCHIO

when she wakes up her hair is also a mess

just slightly less messy

she has breakfast before she does anything else, then she immediately does her make-up

also don't be surprised if Bruno has Abbacchio's lipstick stains all over his body in the morning

it just means he sucked some girl dick last night

usually on those days Abbacchio wakes up with smudged make-up that she forgot to take off

also Abbacchio has frequent nightmares and often times wakes up in the middle of the night

she doesn't like telling anyone and calms herself down before going back to sleep

Bruno knows about it though

GIORNO GIOVANNA + PANNACOTTA FUGO

these guys are like the opposite of Bruno and Abba

they'll fall asleep cuddling and wake up in the exact same position

usually Fugo's the big spoon because he doesn't like being the little spoon

brings back bad memories y'know?

but anyway they sometimes also bring out their stands in their sleep

GER most of the time

it just likes to pop out to see what's happening

sometimes in the morning when Fugo wakes up, he'll roll over and see GER staring him dead in the eyes

he screams loud enough to wake everyone up

nara, mista and trish all tease him about it

"Did someone get scared~?" "SHUT UP NARANCIA! IT WAS JUST STARING ME DEAD IN THE EYES!" "Pussy lmao" "MISTA" "Nah the boys are right, you are kind of a pussy" "TRISH!"

sometimes purple haze comes out while Fugo's asleep

GER just pops out and hangs out with ph for a bit

anyway Fugo's hair is always a pain in the ass when he wakes up

as for Giorno... uh...

picture Dio's hair but longer

he looks like a younger version of shadow Dio too in the morning lmao

also Giorno bites shit in his sleep

and he's got some sharp canine teeth

the pros of being half-vampire

don't be surprised if when they wake up there's bite marks on Fugo's arms

or if Giorno's biting a pillow

if Giorno's had a stressful day he might move around in his sleep too

not much usually, but one time he ended up sleepwalking

Fugo woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that Giorno wasn't there

panic

he eventually found Giorno wandering around the garden and muttering to himself

it was really funny when Fugo snapped him out of it

then they went back to bed and Giorno bit Fugo's hand so hard it drew blood

true love at it's finest

sometimes Fugo has nightmares and Giorno has to wake him up

on more rare occasions Giorno has a nightmare and wakes up Fugo because he's trembling and shaking so much

GUIDO MISTA

snores

that's about it

he'll sleep in any position there is possible and he'll be comfy in all of them

he's also the deepest sleeper in the team

this guy moves around a lot too

he'll fall asleep in fetal position against the wall, then he'll wake up halfway across the room with his blanket tangled in his legs

sleepovers with him are a nightmare because not only does he snore, but this man also sleeptalks

one time Narancia and Trish were sleeping in his room and they woke up to him mumbling about how far his ass is

they recorded it in case they ever needed to blackmail him

but yeah this guy is a mess

He sleeps naked too

Balls out and everything

Unless Trish and Narancia are sleeping over

In thy case he leaves his pants on

Also on hot nights he SWEATS

This guy naturally runs warm, he gets hot during the night

NARANCIA GHIRGA

Eeperton

Bro sleeps like a baby

Nara just kinda sleeps wherever

He hardly even uses his own room unless someone carries him there

Honk mmimimimi honk mimimimimi

Also they sleep with their blanket wrapped around them like a cocoon

My guy is snug as a bug in a rug fr

This mf does not make ANY noise in their sleep

Completely silent

The amount of times people have thought they were dead because of this is quite a hefty amount

Sleeby

The missile is very sleepy

If they sleep next to someone they cling on for dear life

Also they're a blanket hog

They do not move at all either

TRISH UNA

She sleeps in a princess bed

Also a quiet sleeper

But she does move, unlike Narancia

Goes to sleep like she's in a casket at her funeral and wakes up face down on the opposite side of the bed

If she forgets to take her makeup off before bed she screams and tells Giorno to buy her self-care products

Live laugh love Trish

Sometimes she sleeps with Sheila E (I wish lesbians were real💔💔)

[appleinyoureye]

JJBA │ Forbidden Fruit Tastes the Sweetest

Summary: Your parents forbid you from seeing your boyfriend, but who are you if not a rule-breaker. So you sneak out to see him.

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Characters: Leone Abbacchio, Bruno Bucciarati, Pannacotta Fugo, Giorno Giovanna, Guido Mista, Ghirga Narancia

Word Count: 545

Type: headcanons

Abbacchio

Leone is very grateful. He may not show it the best but you’re a very important person in his life, a glimpse of normalcy in this crazy place Bucciarati’s gang become. He doesn’t question your decision to stay with him until the very last second of your illegal meeting. He then nervously whispers a short are you sure? as he hugs you, and after your affirmation, Abba doesn’t need any more words.

Bruno

Bruno is really happy, but the fact that he will be able to see you is not the main factor. He feels joy because you decided to choose for yourself, to screw your parents’ commands, and to do what you feel your heart wants to do. He fully supports your decision, even though he understands where your parents come from. After all, their kid dates someone from the mafia. But it’s your life, not theirs, plus he really loves you, so he doesn’t even think about questioning it.

Fugo

Heck yeah! Screw your parents! For the past week he has been angrier than usual, not being able to see you, waiting for a word from you after your parents locked you up in the house. It was ridiculous! All these pent up emotions makes him tear up a bit. Not a lot, and when he notices that you see the difference in how glossy his eyes become, he hugs you tightly, nose buried in the crook of your neck. You’re his oasis, and he has to calm himself now that you are right by him, not going anywhere.

Giorno

I’m not sure why but I feel like Giorno would be the only one to question your decision from the start. I mean, yeah, he loves you, he wants to be with you, but because of this, he agrees with your parents. Someone like you shouldn’t be connected in any way with the mafia, in particular be in a relationship with the head of it. He wants everything and more for you, and when you tell him that you’ve made up your mind, and he hears the confidence, the firmness your voice holds, he shuts completely up, a voice that acts against his common sense, celebrating that he isn’t losing you. 

Mista

Of course he celebrates! Picks you up, twirls around and peppers whole face in kisses. He doesn’t like your parents just like he doesn’t like stupid people that they definitely are. Who do they think they are to tell you who to date or not??? Mista even suggests that you move in with him, because this way you wouldn’t have to worry about sneaking out. He pouts a bit when you decline, and even tries to jokingly bribe you with marriage, but he knows when to stop. He's just happy that you’re choosing to stay with him.

Narancia

He feels that you’re pranking him. And after you try to reassure him that no, it is not a stupid joke, he thinks that it’s a trap that your parents set for him. Only after five minutes or so, he believes you. And when he does, oh boi, the scream he scrumpts. SCREW YOUR PARENTS! Hell yeah! He even suggests that he can pay them a little visit, and you need to calm him down if you don’t want to become parentless. 

a/n: hey! first writing posted on this account lol. pls don't be too harsh as english is not my first language! also, forgive me if i made the bois not so in the character. it's been a year since i finished watching the 5th part

[scaly-freaks]

inmate 13453

okay don't get excited, i just felt like writing a bit of a drabble to feel out the atmosphere of a potential start to this au (clicking the tag will give up the other stuff i've posted for it btw)

btw check out the playlist and the pinterest board made by @theageofsilver and @allicentsallure bc they're fab

cw: kidnapping

Soft seventeen.

Bambi eyes, bambi legs.

There’s a certain edge to the way people describe the age she’s at. Not quite eighteen, not quite legal, tangible as cherry juice on greedy fingers. She isn’t sixteen, sweet and tender. It’s a soft first step into adulthood, skirting the border, the in between, the unknowable horrors that lie ahead.

She fucking hates being seventeen.

It’s a shit number first of all. Odd numbers make her want to spew. They feel like nails on a chalkboard, polyester static on leg hair. She can’t even dance, so whatever ABBA are singing about doesn’t apply.

Amara sticks out her tongue and tastes the air as the breeze blows west. She swears she can get a sense of the world when she does.

Her stepfather mocks her for it. That blue-eyed, blonde maniac with the ugly Buick Electra he treats like a brand-name Italian from the southern coasts of Europe. He used to treat her mother the same. Until he began to tell Amara you look just like her when she was young. He leaves his porn tabs open on his computer, as if he wants her to know. ‘Teen’, ‘Latina’, ‘Stepfather’, ‘Rough’, ‘Face-fucking’, ‘Breeding.’

She doesn’t have a drop of Hispanic blood in her.

She really wants to tell her mother, but there is a chance her mother will look right through her instead. She’s been doing that a lot more nowadays. They can’t afford her meds anymore. She just sits on the porch and watches and waits. For what, is anyone's guess.

>> can you pick me up?

>> its dark

>> pls

>> sorry ik its inconvienant

'Step-Daddy' always replies quickly when it’s her. He has a heart next to her name on his phone. She never agreed to that.

>> it’s spelled inconvenient

“Suck my dick,” Amara tells the screen and switches her phone off before he can message again.

She can walk.

The route back runs dangerously close to the edge of the forest. All kinds rot away in there, but she doesn’t like to think of them by name. They’ll become real if she does. She wishes her mother had found a man who lived in the wetlands, and not here at the cursed border between life and the realm beyond. Marshes are easier to understand. Forests are cursed.

Still, life is horribly simple here. Her high school is placid and filled with the dull-eyed children of dull-eyed adults. The gas station where she works didn’t bother to interview her. She walked in and the guy behind the counter stared at her breasts until he remembered she had a face. Her breasts aced the interview for her.

Can I work here? Just until I graduate.

Sure, grab a nametag.

Four months later, and she doesn’t mind it anymore. Her brain shuts off. Her customers are a ragtag mixture of suspicious, ferret-eyed locals and the occasionally buoyant hiker from out of state. If she doesn’t look like she belongs, she’s pretty, and that usually gives people like her a pass. At least until the sleazy comments become ethnically charged. But even then, Amara has a way of making her eyes go ‘dopey’ and just smiling like she’s too slow to understand. Displaying discomfort is what eggs them on (kind of a nasty realisation she opened her eyes to one day).

An engine growls some way down the road.

Old Chevy pickup, faded gold.

She recognises it from the parking lot at the station near the end of her shift.

A guy stepped out, young, early twenties, with a shock of hair that looked white until she realised it was just really, really blonde. She remembers thinking it was odd. The range of blondes in town runs from deep and dirty to the artificial bleach rattled out of holographic boxes of dye. No one has hair like his. She’d have noticed.

His eyebrows were a little darker, and his lashes were darker still. He had a funny way of walking, and he looked at her like she had the head of a fish and the body of a human being. Amara did her best dopey eyes. She asked him if he’d had a good day, pointed out the offers they had on pork rinds. He didn’t say a word. His skin had smears of black grease, glistening with sweat and bronzed by the sun.

Deep blue eyes.

Horribly deep.

Not the kind you’d want to swim in. She likes a softer blue, blue like chlorine, reminiscent of the safety of swimming pools. His were anything but.

She picks up her speed, and for some reason, puts her phone to her ear as if mid-conversation. Nothing about him said he was dangerous at the time. At least not from the way he’d barely said a word or looked down at her body. He was just there, and then he was gone.

And now here he is again.

The Chevy hits the horn. He is creeping closer. Amara turns and waves at him to go on. She doesn’t want a ride. Why isn’t he rolling down the window to offer one though?

It slows to a crawl. Her throat closes up. She has a feeling speeding up will give him what he wants. He’s obviously trying to be a prick. But if she goes back to talk to him, that would be exponentially worse. She switches her phone back on and sees her stepfather’s message telling her to get back home herself after she didn’t reply to tell him her location.

She quickly shoots him a message, and prays he’ll respond.

He doesn’t.

Fuck it.

She walks faster. The Chevy matches the increase. Sweat blooms on the back of her neck.

Every woman has that oh fuck moment. That I’m going to be on the evening news moment. The please god if he catches me let him kill me before he gets to raping me moment.

None of that goes through her head. She keeps thinking of her mother’s cooking. Her mother hasn’t cooked in a year and a half, not since her mind began to slip. But Amara can taste the spices on her tongue, the way the rice was perfectly simmered, the cinnamon in the back of her throat, the smell that clung to the walls, the heat of it.

I wanna come home, Momma.

Her mother’s face gathers into shape in her head, built with sand particles and saltwater. When the Chevy roars, she starts running. Her mother vanishes.

The lights of the truck blink across the tarmac. It’s a signal. But it isn’t for her.

She looks over her shoulder, and she can’t see him.

Run me over. Leave me like carrion on the road. Let the maggots eat me. Don’t cut me up first.

He slows when she starts to tire out. Picks up when she tries again. No other car has graced this road since she first turned onto it. A sign points her to the right, ushering her deeper into the backwoods. The town is to the left.

He figures out where she’s going when she suddenly makes a dash for the bend in the road.

There’s no time to dodge the pickup when it goes for her this time. The wheels skid as he yanks it at an angle and blocks her way. The door flies open and misses her by an inch. His arm grabs for her. She dodges, animal fear and rust on her tongue. He still doesn’t say a word.

A heavy fist connects with the small of her back and she drops like a stone.

The pain is electric. Air turns her lungs into taut balloons, but she can’t make a sound. She twists around and the bruise forming over her spine grates. Adrenaline quickly numbs it as she lashes out with her arms and legs. Kicking, punching, scratching, biting. Her teeth hit home. A mouthful of tattooed flesh, car oil and sweat. Still no sound from him.

She never sees the fist coming, just like last time.

A blow to the head and lights out, nancy.

[superblysubpar]

I’m feeling your hangover pain today…I’m blaming football

Oh no, I'm so sorry 💛 I didn't even get to watch I was down for the count that bad. Here, for you, and me, and anyone hungover this weekend haha

Your eyes feel glued shut, your limbs heavy, and your mouth is so dry, you don't think there's enough water on the planet to cure it.

The mattress groans along with you as your weight shifts, rolling to your side with difficulty. The red alarm clock flashes a time that's far too late to still be in bed. And the sliver of light coming in through closed curtains shines on two items and a bright green post it stuck to them with little arrows drawn to their prospective tasks.

A large glass of water with a "Drink Me." And a little bottle of Advil, a smiley face next to the words "For your head."

Your heart stutters at the caring cures, and you take two pills while chugging down the water, ignoring how your stomach churns from something new hitting it finally.

The drag of your body from the bed to the bathroom is a blind and slow stumble, needing to keep your eyes squinted against soft light filtering in through closed curtains and blinds. Which is probably why you don't see the green post it until you're washing your hands. It also has an arrow, to sweats and a towel, telling you a shower would feel *really* nice, wouldn't it?

You laugh a little, nodding to the inanimate note. Steam fills the room and warm water pulses down over tense muscles and hairspray matted locks, fingers scrub at leftover make up you didn't quite get off.

Stepping out of the shower, your feet sink into the plush mat, shivering under the towel as chills try to convince you its time to just go back to bed. The green post it on your favorite and comfiest sweats stares back at you though.

They're comforting and soft and feel as though they may have been run through the dryer not too long ago. You return to the bedroom and yank the thick blanket off, finding its new home over your shoulders and head as you make your way to the kitchen.

You shouldn't be surprised, when there's a green note on the fridge saying "Yay! You did it!" And your eyes roll until you're yanking the door open to find several more notes.

The sound of the garage door opening pulls your gaze from your show on your phone. Your boyfriend stands there, chest heaving under a shirt pulled tight across it, dabbled with sweat. A headphone dangles around his neck, and his green shorts pull across thighs that seem to flex with each step closer to you.

Steve taps something on his phone, his other headphone pulled from his ear as he smirks down at you.

"She's alive!" His eyes roam over your cocoon on the couch, the Gatorade bottle and sandwich wrapper on the table.

Your eyes squint at his volume, shoulders hunching as you take in his appearance.

"You did not seriously go for a run."

The thought disgusts you as he sits on the coffee table, holding out a to go coffee cup that perks your interest.

He nods, handing it over to you with a smile. "I did. Grocery shopping too."

"I hate you."

Your fingers brush the cup as he pulls it away, lips twitching at your disgruntled noise.

"That's not what you said to the entire bar last night."

You wince, flashes of it all coming back as you try to hide in your blanket when Steve's starts to, loudly, sing an ABBA number.

"Mamma Mia, here I go again, I looovveee Steve Harrington!"

"Stop, no, no more," you laugh through the pain and embarrassment, peeking out from behind your hands and blankets pulled up as a shield.

Steve trails off, his eyes warm and full of something sweeter than you can describe. He leans forward and kisses your forehead softly, murmuring into your skin, "I love you too, for what it's worth."

[folklaur21]

Muggle Music & Movies

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x gn!reader

Summary: The son of one of the most Blood-Proud families in the Wizarding World gets caught with a Muggle device.

Warnings: None, just fluff <3

Word Count: 874

Draco Malfoy is part of the most notorious Pure-blood families of the Wizarding world. It's common knowledge that him and his family are not fans of anything Muggle. It's how they were brought up, and how their lifestyle will be.

You thought Draco was the same; cruel, cold, and extremely anti-Muggle. That was, until, you caught him in an abandoned classroom, in quite a compromising position.

"Oh, sorry Malfoy I didn't mean to intrude, what are you- IS THAT A WALKMAN?"

Draco Malfoy's head snapped up to look at you and he shoved the Walkman into the pocket of his robe, before sharply getting up and darting towards you.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about." He stares at you, questioning whether you are going to continue your interrogation. Obviously you are.

"Umm, yes you do! That was a Walkman, I had one for my 16th birthday a couple months ago. Why do have a Muggle device?"

At that comment, Malfoy shoves you into the wall, and covers your mouth with his hand. "Shut up." He realises how close the two of you are, and takes a few steps away from you.

"OK, you need to calm down. I'm just asking." You try to shrug off his reaction, but you still have more questions. "Why are you, of all people, secretly listening to Muggle music?"

Draco sighs and turns back towards you. "Do you promise not to tell anyone? Especially not my friends? And my father won't hear about this?"

"Yeah," you raise your eyebrows, "I won't tell anyone."

"The music is actually really good. My father wouldn't let me take Muggle Studies as a class in third year, but that Granger girl did, and I heard her talking about... Muggle things."

"OK, so you secretly bought a Sony Walkman?"

"I saw it in a Muggle charity shop in London when I was on my way to Diagon Alley. I just thought it would be cool. The gadget already had these songs on it." He shows you a list of 10 songs in a tidy scrawl.

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana Creep - Radiohead Iris - Goo Goo Dolls Boys Don't Cry - The Cure Times Like These - Foo Fighters The Winner Takes It All - ABBA Wonderwall - Oasis I'll Be There For You - The Rembrandts Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi Girls & Boys - Blur

"Why do you care about me?" You hear Malfoy say, very quietly.

"Well, I care because you go around screaming bloody murder about Muggle-borns, and here you are on a Saturday afternoon, hidden away in an abandoned classroom."

"It's complicated. I actually think things like this," he pulls the Walkman out of his pocket, "are really cool. We don't have this kind of magic as wizards."

"I guess. I've never really thought about it like that." You walk over to one of the desks and sit on the table. "My mum's a Muggle, you see. I was brought up on Chocolate Frogs and Disney films."

"What are Disney films?" Draco asks, confused. "Is that like, another sweet?"

"Oh. My. Gosh. You've not heard of Disney? Or films, for that matter?" You suppress a small laugh.

"Well, I did just mention that my father was a controlling, anti-Muggle lunatic. So, no I don't know what films are." The coldness that you knew as Draco Malfoy started to peek through at this comment, but not enough for you to be deterred by his response.

"OK, I am definitely bringing in my projector. And a Disney film." You stop and think for a moment. "What kind of things do you like? Animals, magic, princesses?"

This was how you ended up in your dormitory on a Friday night a week later, led on your bed with Draco Malfoy, watching Bambi.

"What just happened? Where's his mum gone?"

You turn around to see Draco's eyes welling up, and looking confused at the moving picture on the screen.

"Umm, yeah, she dies Draco. The hunters got her."

"That's awful! This is a kid's film! What children enjoy this?"

Right. Maybe Bambi wasn't a good first choice for an introduction into Disney films. You definitely should have gone for The Little Mermaid.

"But, Draco watch."

The two of you finish watching the film, but Draco still seems hesitant.

"See Draco, it has a happy ending."

"Yeah, but his mum still died. How would you get over that?"

"I don't know Draco, but that's not the point of the film. It's about friendship, and development, and love."

"I still don't think it's acceptable for children." Draco huffs indignantly.

"Draco, wizarding children's stories involve RIPPING PEOPLE'S HEARTS OUT and even BEING MURDERED FOR POWER. How is this unacceptable?" You sigh, mostly joking.

Draco doesn't say anything to that comment, but a moment later he asks. "Can we watch another next week?"

You turn to him surprised. "Really? You enjoyed this? I thought you said it was unacceptable for children..."

"Yeah, but... I like spending time with you."

At this, you turn around and face Draco, looking into his eyes. "I like spending time with you too."

Draco pulls you in towards him, and your lips meet.

"Maybe," he thinks, "being caught with my Muggle music wasn't so bad after all."

[equallyshaw]

ᴅᴀʏ ɴɪɴᴇ: ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ - ʙʀᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴏᴇꜱᴇʀ

part of holidays with equallyshaw

warnings: swearing.

word count: 2.8k+

takes place over christmas and janurary! not really christmasy but idc lmao.

ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ꜱʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʙ��ᴄᴋ in a tight bun, her black dress clung to her irresistible curves and her free spirit is what caught broody brock boeser's attention, on this cold snow-free evening in vancouver. abba music pounded throughout the club, as divya 'viv' screamed the lyrics with her longtime uni friends. viv had just graduated this semester after 5 long years at uni of british columbia and she was more than ecstatic to raise some hell this weekend before heading home to toronto. after her 5 years in bc, she had no reason to stay on this side of canada so she was going to head home before heading to new york- hunting for a position on wall street.

brock watched as the dark haired girl danced and spun around with her friends, and felt the hair on his very neck raise. him and viv or 'vivian' as he called her, had hooked up many, many times over the course of her time on the west coast. it never led to anything, despite her giving him false hope. despite, them being exclusive to one another during the season. and him being faithful to her during the offseason - though she didnt know.

one of her friends since freshman year was on her way back from the bar, when she spotted some of the canucks. she rolled her eyes, slipping through people to get back to her group. "you'd never guess who's here tonight!" maya boomed and the girls all looked at her before shrugging. she then turned towards viv and viv felt a wave of guilt wash over. she had really like brock as a person, and hated toying with his emotions but she had told her self and her parents had too, that she couldn't date anybody while in school. her parents were pretty strict parents, but were leniant in other ways. "good god." she hummed, throwing back a shot of tequila to which she shut her eyes quickly, as the burning sensation died down. "he really did a number on ya, huh?" ginny another girl had teased while poking her elbow, "yeah for sure." viv lied. oh, he had in the most innocent of ways. but she had done it worse, breaking his heart over and over again.

❅

it was a while later when one of her friends sasha made her ways over toward elias, which then meant the two groups were bound to converse with one another. and as luck would have it, brock and viv found themselves close to one another. in proximity ofcourse, but viv didn't dare look at him. brock made a peace offering about 30 minutes later, holding out a cup of vodka cranberry and she knew she couldn't resist the free drink. she swiped it from him giving him a small smile, giving him a small nod. "how have you need davya?" he questioned, and she almost choked as he said her full name. "uh good! just graduated so im glad to be free of this place." she mused, sipping her drink. he nodded, "well that's great, congratulations!" he said smiling widely, a genuine smile was evident. she smiled back, the one that he had seen many, many times and he felt himself blush.

"still planning on wall street?" he questioned, and she nodded. "don't you know it. its not too far from home that my parents wont need to complain, but far enough where i feel like i can be my own person and find my own way." she said shrugging. he nodded, taking it all in. he hadn't said five words to her since may, and he had been dying to talk to her since then. "i always used to say that if vancouver didn't select me, i wanted to go to new york. something about it made me feel alive. if that makes sense." he said rambling a bit, and she could tell he felt embarrassed. "oh ofcourse! i totally get that...that's why im a sucker for it." she said whispering that last part and the two of their gazes connected. viv felt her chest begin to heat up, and the return of the familiar longing for him was evident.

he moved in closer to her, "maybe ill have to come visit you vivian." he mused, words and breath heavy on her neck. she felt herself shudder with pleasure, and looked at how close their faces were to each other. she grinned before leaning in and kissing him. he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her in closer. they pulled away after a few seconds, "would it be crazy to ask you to come back to my place? again?" he questioned and she giggled, "thought you'd never ask...take me home." she whispered, with a cunning smirk on her face.

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two days later she woke up with an arm draped across her torso and chest, as her back was pressed into the mattress. she looked over and saw brock's familiar and luscious blond locks and smiled, rubbing small circles on his arm that was draped. god, she really needed to leave she thought. she had to catch a flight to toronto..but she didn't want to leave. being with brock felt right, it felt real and felt like home. though, her toxic side would never admit that. if she didn't get home, she'd hear so much from it. especially if she missed christmas and christmas eve. she felt the bed shift a bit, before brock rested his chin on her shoulder. she looked down, as she met his longing gaze. "morning vivian." he said softly, before she leaned in and kissed him. "morning brock." she hummed.

"whatcha thinkin about?" he questioned, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before exploring along her chest and neck. she softly moaned before he was now on top of her, and she had her hands wrapped in his hair. "just how my parents would kill me if i didn't make my flight tomorrow..but i shamelessly don't want to leave." she said shrugging and not daring to look at him. "whys that?" he said coyly, beginning to pepper her with kisses. she sighed, "because then they'd have the guy that they're forcing me to marry come find me. and like i don't want that." she said as if it was nothing. his eyebrows crinkled, as he froze. "sorry for this cockblock of a conversation." she said sitting up and he quickly moved off of her, as she wrapped around the throw blanket on the chair, next to the bed.

she wrapped her self and went to grab her phone from the kitchen where'd she had left it. "what do you mean, like an arranged marriage?" he questioned as she was about to leave. "yes." was all she said before walking out and then walked back in as quickly. "i don't want to be tied down to somebody that i don't love and especially not this quick after graduation, but they don't care." she said dropping the blanket, and bent down to grab her clothes.

"thats why you never wanted to be together, like be together for real." brock said putting the words together. she nodded. "she sighed, slipping on her underwear and jeans, her long locks draping over her chest. she turned back towards him, "that's why i kept breaking your heart...and mine." she said, the latter being softer. he stood up, and walked over towards her as she threw on her faux leather jacket. "what? you've liked me this whole time? just as much as i did?" he questioned and she scoffed, "well obviously brock, why do you think I've come back for the past 5 years almost? even if it crushed me saying no and leaving, you-you drew me back in and i loved our time together, even if it meant breaking my heart each time." she exclaimed, buttoning up her jacket. she looked up at brock, once she finished.

he stood in front of her and gave her a sad smile, and she hated it. she hated this look that he did whenever she broke things off, and would say no. "i keep hurting you, why do you keep holding on to hope, huh?" she exasperated. "because i love you! cant you see that!" he said raising his voice, acting as if viv didn't feel the same way. or as if she didn't see it.

"that will never be enough, brock! never!" she said running her hands through her hair. she sniffled, "that will never be enough and has never. its never been enough to be able to call off my wedding that as far as i know is in a few months. you're never gonna be enough for me, and i -i cant do anything about it." she said through tears, watching so many emotions flash through his blue eyes. he shook his head, "you're love will never be enough for me, and my love will never be enough to set me free." she said softer, and he titled his head just a bit at that; and his face dawned a pleading look. she shook her head, "im sorry brock." she said before walking out.

❅

it was janurary 20th, and she was heading into scotiabank with her older cousin and her husband. she had been living with her cousin for the month almost, after she told her parent's she needed time away from them. she told them that she couldn't go through with the marriage, and obviously they were not too pleased with her. they berated her and believed that she was bringing shame to the family. she said she was leaving, no matter their thoughts or feelings. once she had come back from vancouver, her older cousin sought it all out of her. her cousin absolutely adored the fact, that she had been seeing brock for almost 5 years. her cousin secretly wished that the two would somehow find each other again.

the two sat down in the club seats, and watched the players just beginning to take the ice for period 1. her husband handed over two beers, and viv quickly chugged half of it. "have you spoken to him..at all?" she questioned and viv shook her head. "nope." she sighed, quickly finding brock as he took his spot on the blue line for the anthem. she stood along with the rest of the arena, and listened to the anthem but through it all, she flashed back to all the times her and brock spent together. throughout the game she could not take her eyes off of the blonde-eyed beauty, that she had come to love. god, how she missed him.

at some point during period three with the two teams tied, the arena decided they would begin a segment on the jumbotron for 'kiss cam.' and ofcourse, her and cousins husband would be shown on the camera, despite there being a seat in between them empty. the girl next to her tapped her and pointed up, viv was terrified. she shook her head, a flash of fear in her eyes. the camera still did not move, and her cousins husband put his face in his hand, not believing that this was happening. the camera then moved away, and viv sighed a sigh of relief.

the camera flashed back to viv and her cousin's husband and they shook their heads again, and ofourse the crowd was eating this all up and the teams began to watch as well. brock looked up and felt his heart drop to his stomach, this couldn't be happening he thought. he looked away at the exact moment that her cousin came back and kissed him passionately in front of the crowd. the crowd, hooting and hollering. viv's cheeks heated up when her cousin laughed, sitting down back between them. "that was fun." she mused as viv rolled her eyes.

❅

two hours later, with a vancouver overtime win; coming from the princess himself, viv found herself, her cousin and her husband at the soho house bar. after about an hour of being there, she saw some of the vancouver canucks waltz in. she sighed, finishing her cranberry vodka and decided to call it a night. "no im gonna get a taxi, ill see you back at the condo." she said getting up, and began her dissent towards the front. she passed the team, with brock quickly recognizing the shade of dark brown hair from anywhere. he followed her out, and saw her waiting at the pickup area.

"vivian!" she heard to the right of where she was standing and she felt tears prick her eyes, once she realized it was him. "brock we cant do this here." she said as her uber pulled up, "then take me wherever you're going." he said confidently. she looked towards the uber and the grabbed ahold of his hand pulling him with her. "are we going home?" he questioned, "ill introduce myself." he added quickly and she sighed. "no, i left home once i came back. been staying with my cousin aditi or adi and her husband." she said leaning back into the seat. he watched the tension dissipate just a bit, and then took ahold of her hand that was resting on her thigh. he pulled it closer to him and rubbed her thumb softly. she looked towards him, and saw the look he had made her swoon these past years.

"come on." she huffed, pulling him out of the uber and up towards the condo. she opened it up quickly, and walked in and opening the door wider for him. she sat down her purse on the table near the door, and watched as brock took in the condo. the condo featured so much of her culture, yet it was modern and so different from other family members' homes. especially her parents.

"you left home?" he questioned softly, and she saw that it was laced with concern. "yeah my parents told me that this guy that they had been planning for me to marry, was gonna be making an appearance soon and i said no. i told them that if they went through with this, that'd they would be losing me. that i would not go through with it. id rather lose everything i own and have if it means ill be happy or have a chance to be. i had even made calls to my best friends in vancouver but my cousin said that i can come here first. and stay as long as i needed to." she said shrugging and pulling a bottle of water from the fridge. "want one?" she questioned and he nodded, taking one from her.

"she too never went through with her arranged marriage, and she's been able create her dream life and with the husband of her dreams." she said smiling softly, "who was sitting next to you tonight?" he questioned, and she nodded. he silently cursed himself and she saw his red cheeks. she shook her head, "all good brock. seriously. you had no idea based on what our last conversation was. i would have thought the same thing." viv said trying to soften the blow.

"i have spent the past 5 years absolutely head over heals for you and i would absolutely shoot myself in the foot if i didn't even attempt to mend or not even mend, but give us a chance." she paused as brock looked over at her. a sliver of hope coursing through his veins.

"i would be a fool not to at least attempt to explore my feelings and whatever it is between us. officially, that is." she said but looked away when he didn't say anything. he was just too stunned to say a word, he couldn't believe that the girl of his dreams who is a firecracker, kind, poised and absolute breathtaking would be now saying this. that she finally had the opportunity to explore this.

"really?" he choked out and she looked back at him. she nodded and he moved closer to her so now he was directly in front of her, and pulling a stray hair behind her ear. "pinky promise." she grinned, holding out her pinky. he looked down at it quickly, before looking back into her brown eyes.

pinky promises were their thing, it is what they said when the other was being serious. they'd come up with it after hooking up a few times her freshman year, and it stuck.

"pinky promise, b." she said and he smiled back, pulling hers and his pinky together.

they pulled away, and he wrapped his arms around her back while hers found his neck. they rested their foreheads against each others, taking in this moment together. because they didn't know how long they would go without seeing each other. well mostly viv.

but brock had other plans, "come home with me." he offered and she opened her eyes to find his already looking at her. "what?" she questioned in disbelief but also wanted him to say it again.

he smiled widely, pulling her as close as possible before speaking again. "come home with me." he stated, and she smiled softly. and not even a beat later, "take me home b." she smiled before he pulled her in for a long and deep kiss.

"oh! and can we celebrate christmas, i got you a gift.." she said pulling apart, and he grinned. "you and you're timing but yes, id love to spend christmas with you." he mused before kissing her once more.

hope you all enjoyed! pls like and reblog, if u did (:

tags: @cuttergauthier @jayda12 @toasttt11 @jackhues @dancerbailey3

[boxwinebaddie]

How/when does Jersey end up saying I love you?

oooooh! okay, so i was going to write it out ( i am jennifer slowpez so in nina fashion, i am spoiling it, what's new? ) but there is a part after this...if we remember this ask i am obsessed with where raven is diabolically patching jersey up via the tiny child sized hellokitty carebear bandids kyle bought for the kids he works w in the elementary school via that one anons delicious input...genius really.

*raven vc* pero like, so you know, they pull away it's awkward fml. dawg, they are about to *dreamy fit asf rm tolkien posh british vc* have a cheeky little snog like that entire whumpshot...anyways!

( ALRIGHT THIS IS LONG, VERY UNHINGED AND ROUGH SORRY I HOPE YOU SMILE LAUGH AND CRY PENDEJOS <3 )

kyle notices that the vinyl record player is playing their sadie hawkins first dance song ( idk what song it is but its an abba song because thats gay rights baby! its probably my love, my life or andante andante...branch in my eyes ) and theres a bowl of skittles, but only the red ones are in it...because stan still eats around the red ones bc only kyle can have the red ones....brb crying!

yadda yadda yadda. and i think on the tv, the screen is paused over a brand new episode of say yes to the dress ( if we recall, before i deleted chapter six...which was a disaster but also a masterpiece rip, ravenstan was being so boyfail cute in it in his armani suit and was rizzing the hell out of kyle with his crunchy boy knowledge of plants...when stan came over for their #hate fashionably late, kyle was stress-watching say yes to the dress...which is his favorite show because he claims to be allergic to romance, but secretly thinks its really beautiful that people can fall and love and get married...AAA )

but anyways, when they start dating say yes to the dress ( shoutout to when ravenstan forgot what it was called bc adhd and called it Are You Down With The Gown ) became their show and kyle very quietly is like "were you going to watch it?" and stan getting nervous, trying to deflect because they always watch it together is like uhuhuhHhHh and kyle, sad laugh shaking his head is like "baby" *yersey swearing* "dude...baby dude...my guy...just guy, fuck, you know you can watch it without me. we're not...Together. *hurts worse than his ribs* you don't have to wait for me." and stan is like "i-i know. i was going to...i-i Wanted to! i just--i couldn't. i couldn't watch all the people in...."

Love :(

he doesn't say it. but jersey kyle can FEEL it.

he winces. hard.

he wants to fucking die...he wants to say something but he's so stupid and he ruined ravenstan's life, words fail him but STAN!!! grabs his hand and is like "-because! because i knew it would make me miss you. and fuck it. FUCK EVERYTHING KYLE I FUCKING MISS YOU!!!! i miss you and i LOVE you and i don't--i don't care if you can't say it back! i don't have to wait for you, but i WILL! i want to! i'll--i'll wait forever! YOURE MY FOREVER. people tell me they love me everyday, but with you--i can feel it. I. Just. Know. and that's enough! you're enough. YOURE ENOUGH, KYLE BROFLOVSKI. just the way you are. and i'm sorry...i'm sorry i pushed you and tried to change you. i was just, i was insecure about it i guess--and--and--"

cue kyle smiling like an idiot ( the rare kyle smile ) like "...stan?"

ft. stan still yapping smh like "oh my god, i miss you SO much! curb only got into the trash because you weren't here to remind me. and i had pasta from this five star restaurant the other day and oh my god, ky. it was TRASH! yours is so much better! and-and i think i broke the washing machine earlier, oh my god, it sounded like an explosion, i can't find anything, i--"

kyle...literally still trying to get stans attention smh going

"stan? hey? stan???? Stan???"

stans still yapping btw ( oh my god when he is passionate the man never shuts the hell up hes like rambling himself into a corner ) like "and theres this new exhibit in the aquarium and theres this huge red fish in it and i wanted to send it to you and be like 'this you' but were fighting and I HATE FIGHTING WITH YOU. can we stop fighting? :< i miss you. will you please come home? curb misses you, i miss you, i--"

*jersey vc* STANLEY MARSH!

*stan doing the wide flustered doe eye thing with the lip ring lip bite combo that makes kyle like actually criminally insane with love feels*

speaking of...

he leeeeeeeeeeeeeeans in...

gently grasps ravenstan's face

KISSES THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SHIT OUT OF HIM.

and says

and i quote...

"Te amo." <3

AAAAAAAAAA AND THE CROWD GOES WIIIIIIILD :')

-uncle nina, gratuitous undivorcer of ravesey style

[glowingraindrops]

You Drew Stars Around My Scars

Prt.1

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Eddie was bleeding. Eddie was bleeding a lot. Streams of crimson oozed and puddled around his nearly lifeless body as Dustin cradled his head. For a second, all Steve could do was watch Eddie gasp for air and breathily tell Dustin he's sorry. He didn't know he was crying until the ringing in his ears dissipated upon hearing a muted cry of “Help him”, and with wobbly legs he brought Eddie out of the upside down. Robin and Nancy were already waiting in the backseat of the car when Steve threw the door open, shoving a dying Eddie into the arms of Nancy on the driver's side and an injured Dustin into the arms of Robin on the passenger side. Eddie was situated with his legs propped up on both Robin and Dustin's thighs and his head was gently placed on Nancy's lap. Steve hadn't waited another second to climb into the driver's seat and step on the gas.

He was probably going well above the speed limit and was almost positive that the seatbelt was jammed into the door, but he could hear Dustin sobbing and desperately pleading to Nancy to save Eddie. If Steve were a little braver, he would have offered some words of encouragement, but he didn't really trust his voice to not tremble. He didn't stop to see the dying trees looming over them and didn't notice the clock standing to the side of the road, but he heard it. He could hear the tell-tale ticking of the old grandfather clock, but all he did was press onto the gas a little harder. What that meant for Max, he didn't know. All that he could do was hope that she, Lucas, and Erica were safe.

“Hey, Robs, do you have our mixtape on hand?” Robin had kind of sputtered for a second before gesturing wildly at a very pale looking Dustin, and an even paler looking Eddie, who had seemed to have stopped bleeding at some point. Steve didn't know if that meant Nancy was able to stop the blood from spilling out of him, or if that meant Eddie had no more blood left to offer. He desperately hoped it was the former.

“Dingus, r-right now isn’t really the fucking time t-to listen to music!”

Upon looking at the rearview mirror, Steve had thought he saw his father glare at him, but he blinked and the vision was gone.

“Yeah, I know but-”

“Eddie’s dying, a-and Dustin's leg is probably broken-”

He didn't know why Robin's voice started to sound more and more like his mothers, but it made his stomach turn and he needed to shut her up fast before he did something stupid, like crash the car.

“Robs, please, I need-”

“And- and we haven't heard from the rest of the party!, and they could be dead too and-”

“Robin, please for the love of god, will you listen to me!?”

“A-and the cops are still probably looking f-for Eddie, so we don't even know if we can sa-”

“ROBIN, I CAN SEE A FUCKING CLOCK IN THE ROAD!”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel.Steve was pretty sure that he had left a dent on the leather of the wheel, but he wasn't quite certain. A tense silence fell upon them, the only sounds heard being the humming of the engine and the ever growing ticks of the clock echoing in the hollows of Steve's ears and mind.

“I-I can see the stupid fucking clock in the road, and I’m not really looking to crash right now so please! Just get out the mixtape Robin and HELP me!”

Steve hadn't needed to turn around to know that Robin, Dustin, and Nancy were crying. He heard it well enough from the front seat.

With shaky hands, Robin had handed him the mix tape she and Steve made together around their first week at Family Video. Steve couldn't remember everything that was put on it, but he knew that a mixture of Bowey, ABBA, Tears for Fears, and Blondie were all muddled together somewhere within the mixtape. He was almost able to smile at the memory of Robin loudly complaining about putting “Girls Just Want To Have Fun” on the mixtape. She couldn't stand the voice of Cyndi Lauper.

Almost.

With a shuddering breath, Steve inserted the mixtape into the cassette slot. The opening notes of “King of Nothing” drowned out the deafening chimes of the old grandfather clock. He could still see the dreadful thing sitting at the side of the road, and he swore he saw a younger version of Tommy H. sitting in the seat next to him, but his anxiety slowly dissipated as the cassette tape continued to blast the opening words of the song Steve so dearly loved and loathed on the car stereo.

‘When I was 17, I

Dreamed of being king and-’

“…Steve….?”

“…”

“Come on, talk to us, Steve! Please don't leave us, I'm begging you. ”

‘Dreams did not unfold so

I'm still the king of nothing’

“...I'm still here…”

Robin had let out an audible breath of relief before hiccuping and reaching across Dustin to grab onto Steve's shoulder. Steve found himself leaning into the grounding touch for a moment before being startled out of his daze by a speed bump. “Oh thank fuck, I-I thought you were… Goddamnit Steve, you can’t do that to me!… I thought… Holy shit, I thought you were gone…” Her voice had tapered out, and Steve had to hold himself back from letting out an audible sob. It had been a wonder that he was still able to keep the car in the right lane throughout all of this shit. Dustin and Nancy didn't say anything, but he could hear the relieved sigh Nancy let out, and the pained cry of relief Dustin had tried to stunt. It was unlike Dustin to be so… quiet. He should have been loudly berating Steve for scaring him like that, so why hadn't he?

‘But that was slumbers fault for

I have no love at all and

I’m still the king of nothing’

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Buckley.”

‘If I could rule I'd dance my cares away

Find romance every day

I wouldn't have to listen to this poor fool say

I'm the king

I'm the king

I'm the king of nothing’

‘If I could rule I'd dance my cares away

Find romance every day

I wouldn't have to listen to this poor fool say

I'm the king

I'm the king

I'm the king of nothing’

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(Preview to next chapter)

They made it to the hospital. Steve was pretty sure he broke every traffic law to ever exist, but they fucking made it. He didn’t think twice before shutting off the car and pulling Eddie out of Nancy's hands. Distantly, he was aware of the ticking growing louder and louder in the back of his ears, but he chose not to acknowledge it. He was walking away with Eddie held in his arms before the others could drag him back into the car. He could hear Dustin and Robin screaming at him, but all he could do was hold Eddie a little tighter and keep pushing his legs to work just a little bit longer.

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I will definitely write more of this! This is my first post on here and I actually had two of my friends proof read this do I hope its ok. If yall love this as much as I do I will definitely keep posting it on here! If not ill probs just upload to my Ao3 later :)

Have an amazing day/night! Pls leave suggestions and criticism :)

[wee-english-fella]

Music ask game -

Best live show you've seen?

Song you use to psyche yourself up for something hard?

(sorry I already forgot the question numbers 😵‍💫)

thanks for the questions! ☺️

11. best live music show you've ever been to?

i think MIKA! taking best here to mean my favourite, i got to see him when i was properly in my MIKA hyperfixation and his music means a lot to me! he didn't play anything from No Place in Heaven which was a bit of a bummer as it's my favourite album of his (gay religious trauma Wa Hoo) but overall just a really wonderful experience.

i think the best show i've been to in terms of the technical side was ABBA Voyage but i get a bit uncanny valley about avatars (and automatons) - nonetheless it was very very cool and i had a wonderful time.

17. what song do you listen to if you need to pump yourself up to do something difficult?

i have a whole playlist for this but in particular Don't Shut Me Down by ABBA, Stupid Love by Lady Gaga, So Much Better from Legally Blonde, Weightless by All Time Low, I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor and HOT TO GO! by Chappell Roan

[calethelettuce]

Waffle Night In The Sanders Household

Summary: You can't exactly get "normal" in the Sanders household. Especially on Waffle Wednesday.

TW: Remus being Remus, swearing, someone eating waffles like a heathen (To put it simply, Virgil eats waffles different- He likes to eat around the waffle indents and then leave the really thin square to eat last), "shots" (you'll see what I mean)

Relationships: Married/Parents Logicality, Kid Sides

Characters: Logan, Patton, Roman, Virgil, Remus, Janus (Janny is gender-fluid in this one!)

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"Give me back the remote!" Roman tackled Virgil to the floor, trying to wrestle the remote out of his hand.

"Princey, I swear to god get off of me!" Virgil smacked Roman in the face, albeit not very hard, trying to shove the taller boy off of him. "Fucking Christ, jackass!"

"Don't act like you didn't just try to change the movie, you villain!"

Remus offered a handful of popcorn to Janus, who sat next to him on the other end of the couch. "Looks like we're getting a movie on top of another movie!" Remus whispered excitedly to him, "I love sibling drama!"

Janus snickered, opting to take a few pieces of popcorn from his brother.

The red and purple clad brothers continued to fight with each other on the floor, the remote eventually being flung out of Virgil's hand. They paused, staring at the remote and then back at each other.

"Fuck you." Virgil finally pushed Roman off of him, standing up.

Roman scoffed, staying on the floor and rolling onto his back. His hair was frizzy and a mess, and pieces stuck to his face. "Shut up, Jack Smellington!"

Virgil picked up the remote, kicking it over to the boy on the floor. "Remus dared me to do it." He declared, shoving his hands in his pockets. "That's all." He put his headphones back on and walked out.

~

Patton stirred the waffle batter, humming a tune similar to the song playing from his phone speaker.

"Well, I could dance with you honey ,

If you think it's funny

Does your mother know that you're out?"

Logan stood beside him, chopping up strawberries in a precise and calculated way. "I heard Remus listening to this song the other day" He observed, sliding the sliced fruit into the bowl, "Did he recommend it to you?"

"I actually recommended it to him!" Patton paused his rhythmic stirring, checking to make sure he didn't miss an important step. "He enjoys ABBA almost as much as I do!" He chuckled quietly, checking the waffle iron before scooping batter into it.

Logan hummed in response, continuing his own task. There was something oddly satisfying about how the knife sliced easily through the strawberries. He certainly was entertained by the little things, wasn't he?

The silence between the husbands was content, neither man having anything else to say.

Virgil entered the kitchen with a huff, shoving his phone into his hoodie pocket. "I have come to steal a strawberry." He said simply, standing directly to Logan's right, "I will not cease my attempts until my need has been fulfilled."

Logan raised an eyebrow, pausing mid slice. "Virgil, there's only a few more minutes left until dinner. I'm sure you can wait another 10 minutes."

"I will spontaneously combust." Virgil looked deadly serious, narrowing his eyes as he watched the cut fruit slide into the bowl.

"Oh, come on Logan!" Patton added, plating a waffle and slowly adding to the large stack of them, "They're healthy!"

Logan gave his husband a look of amusement. "He's holding a bottle of chocolate syrup."

Virgil slowly hid the bottle behind his back, keeping a straight face. "I have no such thing."

Patton laughed at that, taking his eye off the iron to ruffle the emo teen's hair (which didn't look much different after said event, though nobody was really surprised.).

Logan rolled his eyes fondly at their antics, putting down the knife. "Alright, alright. You can have one. They're already washed." He handed his son one of the largest uncut strawberries left and went back to his duty.

Virgil held the strawberry in his palm, before biting a large chunk out of it. "I appreciate it, dads."

"Don't make a mess on the couch, please." Logan handed the teen a napkin as well. "Strawberry juice is a pain to get out of fabric."

Patton winked, putting a finger to his lips. "Shhhh, you're my taste tester!"

"The couch is occupied by a bunch of disney obsessed morons." Virgil plopped himself on a stool, leaning an elbow on the island counter. "I'm observing out here." He sat quietly, nibbling on his strawberry as he watched his parents get back to work. Patton slid a waffle over to Virgil, who looked relatively surprised. ".. it's not dinner time yet, why are you giving me one now?"

"Dear, I hope you're aware I can hear you," Logan said, wiping down his area of the counter, "I'm very disappointed that you didn't ask me."

Virgil snickered, pulling a piece off of his waffle. "Maybe I'm just better."

"Keep this up and I'll take away your Minecraft game cartridge."

Virgil nearly spit out his waffle. "That's basically torture!"

Patton was standing in the corner, practically dying of laughter as he went back to cooking the insane amount of waffles needed for dinner. "Now, now, you two!" he mocked a stern tone, pouring more batter into the iron. "No fighting! That limit was reached three hours ago."

Virgil blew a raspberry at him, before continuing to eat his waffle.

Logan tossed a paper towel into the garbage, going to wash his hands. "I will not rest my case just yet.. although I suppose it can wait."

Patton giggled in a way similar to a girl in highschool who just saw her crush. "We'll talk about it later!" he gave his husband a quick kiss on the cheek before tending back to the breakfast items being cooked. "Say, Virge, how is your waffle?"

By the time Patton had asked the question, the teen had already eaten his waffle, albeit in the strange way he eats them. Nobody questioned it, though. Virgil cleared the thin squares from his plate, putting it beside the stack of plates. "Tasted like a pancake but better. Thanks." He knew Roman would bother him about it later, although he couldn't care any less. "Need any help or something?"

"Could you grab the syrup from the cabinet, kiddo?" Patton plated another waffle before turning to his husband. "L, can you go tell the boys and Jan that dinner's ready?"

"Of course, dear." Logan replied, returning the kiss Patton had given him earlier, "I'll be right back. Virgil, make sure to grab both kinds of syrup." he left directly after the request, not waiting for an answer.

"Ew, PDA." Virgil stood on the tips of his toes to grab the syrup, making sure to grab both kinds. "Imagine being happy."

Patton laughed at that, grabbing a can or two of whipped cream from the fridge. "You'll understand one day!"

"I still have no idea how you and Dad managed to get together."

The father figure sighed fondly. "Things work out the way they work out, Virge."

"Ew, stop, don't all sentimental on me-"

Patton ruffled his son's hair as he walked by. "Awh, why not?" he teased in a mushy tone, "I know you secretly love it!~"

Virgil nearly hissed, although he controlled himself long enough for the urge to subside. He'd had the habit since he was young, although he'd been trying to get out of it for quiet some time. "I would rather die alone," he declared, "Just me and my pet spiders."

Patton shivered a bit at the mentioned of the creatures. "You might change your mind one day!"

Logan popped his head into the kitchen. "The other children have settled," he informed, "although Remus is being quite the troublemaker-" he leaned back into the living room, no longer in their view. "Remus, don't put that into your mouth!"

Virgil heard Remus cackle like the miniature demon he was. How much energy does a 15 year old need to have on a Wednesday night?

He shrugged it off, heading into the dining room and putting the syrup onto the table.

"Virgey!" Remus nearly jumped out of his chair at the sight of his older brother. "Do you know how boring it was without you antagonizing Roman?!"

Virgil rolled his eyes fondly, while Roman groaned in annoyance.

"Please never leave me alone in a room with those two again." Janus ran a hand through his hair, glaring a little at the two twins. "I'm at my bullshittery limit."

"Awh, I love you too!"

Virgil sat down at his spot, with Logan and Patton following close behind. Logan held a bowl of the strawberries he had cut, while Patton handled the giant stack of waffles (which he balanced like a pro, Virgil had to admit).

"Roman, I bet I can eat more waffles than you!" Remus nudged his twin, who scoffed.

"No you can't!" Roman argued, crossing his arms, "I've held the record for three weeks! There's no beating that!"

Virgil smiled a bit at their antics. He was interested in the aftermath, although he wanted to save thinking about it until it happened. It was enjoyable when the two teenagers bickered like 7 year olds He took two waffles for himself once the plate was set down.

"I grew a quarter of an inch, I bet I can do it better than you!"

"Now, now, boys, let's not argue." Logan chided gently, placing strawberries on his own waffles with a careful amount of precision, "You can have a friendly competition, although once it gets too out of hand you're both done. Deal?"

Remus' mouth was agape. Logan almost NEVER said that! "Deal!" he nearly shouted, startling Janus (who almost choked on his water). He took his own waffles and gave Roman a cheeky smile before housing at least three in under four minutes.

"Don't choke!" Patton reminded, layering almost half the bottle of syrup onto his waffles, "That wouldn't be very fun."

"THAT WOULD BE SO FUN!"

Logan eyed his husband's choice of toppings. "You don't have nearly enough strawberries," he supplied, "There's not enough of a balance, dear."

Patton shrugged, taking a bite. "I can make up for it later!" he replied after swallowing, "After all, I am using the healthier syrup."

Logan raised an eyebrow, however didn't say anything else.

Janus ate quietly, although he didn't speak very much to begin with. He and Virgil silently communicated through eye contact and facial expression since they were sitting across from one another.

'You okay over there?'

'Fine.' Janus looked between the twins, who had just recently been banned from sitting next to each other. 'Annoying as usual.'

'Another waffle?'

'Nah.'

Virgil gave him a subtle nod before going back to his own waffles, listening in to the rambling that Remus had started about a minute ago.

"Remy said he's going to rent out a theatre to see the FNAF movie! I wish I had that much money.."

"Get a job, doofus." Virgil pointed out, biting into another strawberry, "You're 15, not 5."

"How?"

"I'll go over it with you after dinner, okay? Finish beating Roman's record."

"Hey!" Roman elbowed Virgil lightly in the side. "Don't encourage him!"

"Too bad, princey!"

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Janus stood in the kitchen, helping to clean up dinner. Logan stood by the sink, washing the harder dishes to clean by hand, while Patton loaded everything else into the dishwasher. Janus had offered to put everything away, so he shuffled around and placed everything back in its home.

He closed the cabinet, turning around to see Patton pouring syrup into what looked like a shot glass. Patton caught his eye and winked, downing the apparent "syrup shot" in one go. He put a finger to his lips to signal it as a secret.

Janus blinked. Well, now he knew his family really were a bunch of hooligans.

"Honey, what are you doing over there?" Logan turned his head to the side, so he could stare at Patton. "Is something the matter?"

"No, everything is okay!" Patton slid another shot glass full of syrup over to Janus, who picked it up and started sipping it slowly.

Logan noticed this, and gave his husband a knowing look. "You know that's not healthy."

"What's healthy these days?" This time, Patton pulled out a mini syrup bottle and started drinking straight from it. Seriously, what was with this guy and maple syrup?

Logan sighed and went back to doing the dishes.

Janus sat on a stool, licking his now-empty glass of syrup as he observed his dads.

Virgil totally was totally gonna flip out that he missed this.

~

This is technically one of my first fics on here, so uh, thanks for reading! <3

[wildestgirls]

Our Last Summer-Summer Night City

Word Count: 4.6k

Wdym Sam's a police officer in canon?? Not in my world. He's literally an assassin who kills devils wdym??

"Come on, why not?! We'll be fine!" Sam said with a glare toward James.

"Sam, what don't you understand about what I'm saying? It's illegal." The man in question murmured in exhasperation.

They'd all agreed earlier that they'd all go out to a bar, but then, Sam had to ruin it by reminding his brothers that they couldn't really get drunk off human alcohol. So now, he was trying to convince James to let himself and Erik go out to a Demon Black Market to buy demon alcohol.

"Illegal?! Who's gonna stop me?! You? The human police?" Sam grinned at the thought.

Erik backed him up by saying, "Honestly, he's right! We'll be fine! We won't even be out for long. Sam did say that his friend has something to do with organising the market."

James glared at him as he sat on the bed. He was honestly just glad that the other three were busy getting ready, or else Matthew and Mika would be begging to join them on their trip.

"Yeah! Come on, it'll be fine! You know you want to, you can't get drunk off human alcohol. You want to get drunk. I know where to get real alcohol. I think we have a pretty fucking obvious solution here." Sam pointed out, crossing his arms as he grinned.

James huffed...Sam did have a point. It had been a while since he was drunk.

"...if I Iet you two go..." James started, but then stopped as Erik instantly stood up from the bed in excitement. Erik blushed slightly and sat back down as the other two stared at him.

"...if you two go, make sure you're both back soon. Do not get into any trouble," he casted a pointed look at Sam,"...don't buy too much. And when you two come back, do not and I mean do not..." He glared at the both of them this time, his agitated look lingering on Sam, "...give any to Mika. Ok?"

Sam deflated slightly as he tried to defend his secret idea of letting Mika try some, but was instantly shut down at his glare.

"...fine!" Sam acquised, quickly throwing on his shoes as Erik got up from the bed again.

"We'll be back soon, I swear! Mika won't even know we're gone!" Erik yelled as he pushed Sam out the door, secretly swiping James's wallet as they left, unbeknownst to him.

"We'll be back in an hour!"

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Mika sat down on Matthew's bed as she reviewed her outfits.

"Purple or pink?" She asked Damien as he sat on his own bed. He walked over and glanced at the nearly identical, short dresses.

"...purple. Definitely the purple one."

Mika eyed the unworn lavender dress. It would look nice...

"You think?"

"Mhm...it'll look good, purple's definitely your color."

She giggled slightly, remembering how Sam threw a black dress out of her suitcase before they left, and threw the purple one in in its place. Would he...?

Mika blushed as she try to hide her thoughts of Sam complimenting her from Damien.

He giggled,"...I'm sure Sam will like it too. He probably put in it for a reason..."

Mika blushed harder and lightly smacked Damien on the shoulder as Matthew walked in from the bathroom, finished with his shower. He walked over to the bed and realised that they were comparing dresses.

"Hmm... definitely the purple!"

Mika nodded as she picked up the purple dress and went to go and try it on in the bathroom.

"...did you pick that one knowing that Sam liked it?" Matthew questioned

"...not so loud, she might hear..."

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Mika sat in her and Sam's room, finishing up her make-up as she waited for him to come back. As she heard laughter and unserious arguments coming from down the hall, she knew he was back though.

"...no I promise you, she liked me! Don't you have her number?"

"You're embarrassing yourself!" Sam yelled as he closed the door with a toothy grin on his face, holding a plastic bag.

"Oh...hey," he murmured staring at her, "'s that the dress I picked for you?"

Suddenly slightly self-conscious at his staring, she returned back to doing her makeup.

"Oh, um, yeah...you like it?"

The atmosphere in the room went quieter as he walked over and took the make-up brush out of her hand and placed one of his hands on her hip. She gasped as he pulled her towards him, his lips resting on the crook between her shoulder and neck.

Was that...alcohol? Fruit?

"What is that...? You smell...funny. Good, but still." She questioned.

He chuckled in reply, "Don't worry about it, pretty..."

He trailed off as he teasingly bit into her exposed shoulder. She shivered as he laughed gently again and tilted her head towards his by using the make-up brush. Their lips were barely separated, only a centimetre of space between them, when she began to notice the smell of sweet alcohol on his breath.

"Sam...are you drunk?" She whispered hotly into his lips.

He pulled his eyes up from her now extra prominent cleavage and giggled...fuck, he was glad he threw that dress into her suitcase.

She looked down slightly to follow where he was looking, when he brought her face back to his by tilting her chin up with the make-up brush.

"'just pre-drinks...bought some while you were getting ready," he smirked cheekily at her, "...you wanna try some?"

She bit her lip in amusement at his confession. She'd seen tipsy, face flushed Sam, but never flat-out hammered Sam. She was getting more and more excited for tonight by the second.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his lips finally onto hers, gently kissing him. He grabbed her hips and chucked her make-up brush over his shoulder.

She pulled her face away from his with a exclamation of annoyance, "mff- what the hell?! If you break my brush, Sam, I swear-"

She was interrupted when he forced his lips onto hers roughly, effectively shutting her up. He grinned into the kiss as he lifted one hand up to the nape of her neck, carefully maneuvering past her delicately curled long hair, knowing that she'd be happy with him for it.

He groaned as she moved her tongue onto his own, seemingly forgetting about her make-up brush. She laved her tongue around his mouth, tasting sweet and fruity alcohol in his mouth.

What the hell was that? It was good...

She slowly pulled away and panted for breath, even though they were still connected by a string of saliva. He looked at her hotly like he was about to pounce on her, until she started giggling.

She pulled away as her laughter got stronger and she looked around for her phone.

"Wait, wait! Stay still!" She looked at him with a feral grin as she shoved a camera into his face.

He stumbled away slightly as he giggled with her, the alcohol in him making him laugh along and pose for the picture she was taking, pouting his lips.

After a bright flash she pulled her camera away, cackling like a mad woman.

"What?! Let me see!"

She shoved the phone into his chest with a gentle shove as she curled over laughing.

"Shit...! Didn't know you looked so good in make-up, Sam!"

He took one look at the photo of him with lip gloss smudged messily around his lip, making him look like he was the one who put it on, before instantly rushing over to her make-up bag.

"Fuck...take your fucking lip gloss off if you wanna make out!" He yelled jokingly at her while searching for her make-up wipes.

She was too busying trying to hold herself up in her high heels while dying of laughter to reply. He found her make-up wipes and instantly began wiping the stuff off his face.

Her giggles finally quietened down as she dried the years coming from her eyes, trying not to smudge her eyeliner. It wasn't often she went out looking this good, after all.

As he was busy wiping the lip gloss off his face, Mika sauntered over to the plastic bag he carried in with him and peeked inside. There were quite a few bottles inside already, one of them in particular already half finished. She picked it up, confused.

"...can't even read the label of this stuff. What is this?" She asked.

He looked at her deadpanned before turning back to the mess on his mouth.

"...'looking at me like I know how to read, doofus."

He was too busy looking at himself in the mirror to notice that she was already holding the bottle between her lips, letting the fruity tasting alcohol flow into her mouth.

He only started paying attention when heard her grunt and pull the bottle away from her lips.

"...mmm! This is really good, actually! What is this?"

...

"I...it's the drinks me and Erik bought..."

"What is this? It's like the label's in a different language..."

"...it's one of the drinks I wasn't allowed to give you...cuz it's...demon alcohol, y'know?"

She paused at looked at him, the two of them staring at eachother. They looked at eachother for a bit before breaking into laughter again. He walked over and grabbed the bottle from her hands, before taking a swig and putting it back into the bag.

"...just, stay away from James tonight, 'k?" He asked, giggling slightly and kissing her on the head.

"You got it."

She smirked as she walked over to the mirror again and reapplied her lip gloss, making Sam blush slightly.

Stupid fucking lip gloss.

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As it turns out, Mika could not stay away from James, due to the fact that she was very clingy when she was drunk.

By the time they'd reached their third bar, Sam was beginning to...feel stuff... because of the attention James was getting.

They were holding arms the entire way up, talking and laughing, not drunk but just tipsy.

And Sam felt like he was left all by himself to make fun of Matthew and drink. She didn't even notice how cool he looked taking shots!

But he was saved when they reached the bar, and James said he was going back to the hotel, much to Mika's protest. Matthew surprisingly joined him and said he was gonna go back too.

She booed them as they walked off. Sam, Damien, Erik and Mika walked in and sat down, Sam secretly making sure that he was sitting beside Mika this time.

They quickly ordered shots and threw them back, Erik and Sam doing great, Mika and Damien not so much.

Sam laughed as he had to hit Mika on the back to stop her coughing fit. As she coughed one last time she giggled slightly and leaned weakly into his chest with a grin on her face. He leaned back to give her more space and even wrapped an arm around her, not really caring about how conspicuous they looked. They were drunk after all! They didn't mean to be wrapped around eachother like this!

...fuck, he was definitely starting to get fucking hammered...

After a while of talking and drinking to colorful lights and loud music, Mika decided she wanted to dance.

What Sam didn't expect though was for her to pull on his hand, trying to pull him up so he'd dance with her.

"Come on!"

When she was trying to pull his hand closer, she was using both of her hands, inadvertently making her use her arms too and pull them close together, making her cleavage especially prominent.

"...fine! But only because I'm in a good mood!"

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders quickly and pushed her chest against him, giving him an elated hug, before quickly running off with him in hand to the dance floor.

Yeah, good mood, Sam thought.

As they got onto the packed dancefloor, Sam realised why she wanted to dance. Their song was playing.

Mika started cackling as Sam realised the song that was playing. He always pretended that he hated dancing along to it and that he didn't know the words. But now, as the both of them were dancing and singing energetically to the blaring lights, she knew it was a lie.

He pulled her close and his hips dragged against her ass as she giggled.

Fuck...they'd never done this in the dance before.

He wrapped an arm around her hips strongly and she bit her lip as he ground himself into her. What he was doing wasn't even that pleasurable, it was just the thought of him putting his hands in her in front of so many people, something he would usually be far too embarrassed to do.

She gasped as she felt the loss of his body warmth as he spun her around. The lights swirled around her as she was yanked back into his chest. She was staring up at him with a flushed face and gasping.

He was looking down at her with a dark look, until it faded away as she dissolved into giggles.

At this point the song turned into another and she wasn't in a dancing mood anymore. She looked up at him again as people danced around them to a now slower and sexier song, grinding against each other with hot looks, just like them.

She looked into his eyes and bit her lip bashfully. As he looked back at her his breath caught in his throat as she looked up at him.

He couldn't help but kiss her.

He pressed his lips against hers hotly as he gently grabbed the arms wrapped around his shoulders, sliding his hands down her body and feeling her up. He accidentally started his enthrallment just a tiny bit due to the alcohol in his blood, making him unable too think properly.

As he squeezed at her thighs and ass, she squeaked and pulled her lips off of his. He seen her lips mumble something but he was unable to hear her due to booming music.

"...what?!"

She didn't reply, simply leaning her head against his chest. She didn't really seem...into this anymore.

He gently held her cheek and forced her to look up, feeling her shaking hands and looking into her slightly crazed eyes.

He inhaled as he realised he was currently enthralling her, and turned it off, gently grabbing her wrist and manuevering the people around them to let them outside.

As she took a step outside, she instantly inhaled in the cold night air.

He gently led her over to rest against the wall, knowing that she needed some space.

"Shit...Mika you ok?"

She breathed deeply again and looked up at him again before chuckling.

"Ha...yeah...just a lot, y'know...? 'don't think I've ever been this drunk before!"

Sam breathed a sigh of relief and leaned beside her against the rough wall and giggled.

"Shit...you scared me! You humans are so...confusing!"

She chuckled loudly, "I'm confusing? You're confusing! I never understand what your saying half the time! You always say one thing but mean the other. You demons are the confusing ones,"

He scoffed as she leaned against him.

"You're confusing! You were the one who was looking at James with your...your 'fuck-me' eyes earlier!"

"My 'fuck-me' eyes?!"

"Yes! Your 'fuck-me' eyes!"

She gave an exhasperated giggle, "Please! I'm so drunk right now I could give James my 'I hate you' eyes and I wouldn't even notice!"

"You see, that's where I get confused, I know nothing about your 'I hate you' eyes, you're always too busy giving me your 'fuck me' eyes." He said slyly, making her blush and scoff at him.

He smirked slightly as he looked at her trying to catch her breath with a flushed face. Was that what she would look like if...?

He grinned toothily, knowing that he got her. He mocked her scoff with a fake one of his own, making her push him on the shoulder.

He chuckled as he stumbled slightly and walked back to beside her. She smiled and relaxed, looking up at the stars.

He followed her gaze and looked up at the clear sky. He didn't think it was as nice of a view as the one back at the mansion (mostly due to the alcohol making him unable to properly focus), and he returned his gaze to the best view.

Her jawline was extra prominent as she looked up into the sky, showing off her slightly glistening, creamy neck. He looked at the rare, small freckles that dotted her shoulders, now extra visible. Her freckles always seemed to stand out in the summer. The moonlight was hitting her just right to give her a pretty glow.

Shit, when the hell did she become his best view?

Not like he was complaining, but still...she was just like early morning sunrises, despite the fact that she was his moon, just like how he wanted to be her sun.

...what?

He shook his head at his stupid drunk thoughts.

"You ready to go back in?" He questioned, trying to hide his embarrassed blush.

She was broken out of her stupor at his voice,"Oh! Mhm...can we leave soon though? It's getting pretty late..."

He agreed and lead her back inside, his hand resting against the small of her back. They went back to their table, finding Damien and Erik talking to a man who was sandwiched between the two of them, looking very flustered.

Sam and Mika looked at eachother and walked up to them, slightly interrupting the conversation.

"Oh hi! Are you two back from dancing?" Erik asked them, clearly too occupied to notice they were gone. Damien barely even glanced at them, too busy murmuring something to the attractive man between them, making him giggle like a school girl.

"...yeah, sure. Anyway, we're gonna go soon, Mika's about to fall asleep." Sam replied, averting his eyes from...whatever Damien was telling the man.

Mika was about to protest about her falling asleep, but quickly shut her mouth and blushed as a slight yawn came from her.

The three of them giggled as Sam sat down again. Mika was about to sit down too, when she realised that the man who was now talking to Erik again had taken her seat. He looked too into his conversation for Mika to ask for it back without feeling rude, and she didn't want to get between her two friends from doing...whatever they were going to do with that man.

She murmured something to Sam about finding another chair, when she felt his rough, calloused hand wrapping around her wrist and dragging her into his lap. She was sitting sideways in his lap, not straddling him yet.

She gasped as he let out a laugh at her shocked face, looking to the other three, finding them grinning at her slyly, but otherwise preoccupied.

Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and murmured in her ear, "No need."

She felt his laugh rumble in his chest as she blushed slightly, but still wrapped her arms around his neck in response.

They'd definitely had too much to drink.

He murmured into her ear, "How 'bout one more drink, then we'll head?"

She giggled slightly and nodded into his neck. She was about to get up to go and get said drinks, when Sam tightening the arms around her waist. She looked at him confused, before he looked away towards the bartender, who was quite a bit away. She gasped as she saw his eyes glow slightly gold.

However, it could've just been a coincidence that his eyes glowed, the lights were flashing after all, and it could've also been a coincidence that the bartender in question thought they might've needed a drink and brought the exact ones they wanted to them. Who knows?

She smiled and blushed at his attentiveness to her favourite drink. It was the small things for him.

She gently kissed over his pulse before leaning out of his neck and sipping her drink. He blushed and squeezed her waist even tighter appreciatevely.

They had light conversation, giving each other wide-eyed looks over the facial expressions the unknown man was making in response to some of the things Erik and Damien were whispering to him.

Their drinks were finished quicker than they expected and Sam considered getting more, until he seen the hazy look on Mika's face that he didn't think was just from her sitting on his lap.

He gently squeezed her hips before standing up and setting her down on his seat before going over to the bartender to pay. She let him leave without protest, which was unusual from her, but Sam reasoned it was simply due to how tired she was right now.

After he paid he walked back to their table to see her resting her head on her hand tiredly. He chuckled and gently rested his hand on her head, ruffling her hair as she startled.

Yeah, she was done.

Sam smirked and hauled her up by her hand, not letting go until they made their way out of the club. Mika let out a sigh of relief.

She gave him a tired grin and said goodbye to Damien and Erik, the two of them barely glancing at them before returning their gazes to the man between them hungrily, looking like they were going to pounce on him.

"...fuck...feel pretty bad for that man." She mumbled, walking slowly.

Sam huffed out a laugh, "As long as they don't bring him back to the hotel and wake me up, I'm fine."

She giggled tiredly. Sam stopped though as he heard a small, hidden hiss come from her.

"Hey...is your hangover getting to you already?" He joked. She smiled slightly before replying.

"These heels are fucking killing me...how far is the hotel?"

Sam looked down at her in concern, seeing the tired, pained expression in her face.

Shit. He'd definitely kept her out for too long.

He couldn't stand seeing his girl in pain.

"...Are they too small? Or do they just hurt from walking?"

She leaned into him, "God...both, I think? They were the only ones that went with this dress. 'dunno what size they are..."

Sam looked around, seeing a bench beside them. He gently lead her over to it and sat her down, even though it wasn't hard to get her to sit as she nearly threw herself down in relief. He petted her hair and got down on his knees on the sidewalk, kneeling in front of her.

He gently grabbed her heel and tilted her foot up, searching for the buckle on the heel.

"...you mind if I take some energy? Promise I won't go too far." He questioned quietly.

She looked down at him, confused, before eventually nodding and murmuring her approval. He felt her energy building up all through the night and now, it was coming to a high at seeing him on his knees for her.

He chuckled slightly and closed his eyes as he grabbed her hand and lovingly kissed over it, making small bites and licking over them. He slowly took her energy, not trusting himself to not take too much if he went too fast.

He lowered her hand gently, before reaching down and stroking her calf and kissing lightly over her kneecaps, now fed with energy.

He continued kissing over her kneecaps as he gently lowered his hands to the buckles on her heels, and gently took them off as she sat back, amused.

He took them off and kissed her legs one last time before sitting up beside her on the bench. She looked at him with a grateful, but tired look.

"That's great and all Sam, but how am I gonna get back to the hotel?"

"My back." He replied, stroking her arms.

"...Sam, you're not carrying me all the way to the fucking hotel on your back."

"Who's gonna stop me? The police?" He grinned, remembering his conversation with James earlier.

"Y-you can't...Sam, I'm too heavy!"

He gave her a deadpanned look before scoffing and taking his hoodie off, leaving him in a tight compression shirt, and he wrapped it around her waist.

"Either keep it on your waist or put it on, you might get cold." He murmured before promptly grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around him, and picking her up so that she was forced to wrap her arms around his neck from behind.

"Sam!" She shrieked and giggled, pressing herself against him.

He chuckled as he stood up from the bench and quickly swiped her heels, carrying them along with her.

"See! You're fine!" He replied teasingly as he began walking.

As she laughed sweetly, he couldn't help but praise himself for taking off his hoodie, as now he was probably blushing from head to toe.

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Mika groaned as she was dropped onto the bed, stretching slightly and cracking her joints into place.

Sam smiled at her before dropping her heels down to the ground, and laying down beside her, wrapping his arms around her an burrowing his head in her neck, smelling her hair and sliding his shoes off.

She curled into him and wrapped a leg around his waist.

"Mm...thank you for carrying me..."

"Don't sweat it, just don't remind me when I'm sober, I'll get embarrassed."

She chuckled quietly, gently kissing and nuzzling into him. He blushed as he wrapped his arms around her.

...Around the pretty, tight and probably very uncomfortable lavender dress.

"Mika...up. Now."

She startled from the sleep she was falling into, "Hmm?! Mhm...?"

"Take your dress off, it's too tight."

"Sam...not in the mood...too tired..."

"What? No! No! I'm not...ugh!"

He sat up and hauled up with him, much to her protest.

"Just...go...and take your dress off, you're gonna hate yourself in the morning if you wake up with a full face of make-up on and still wearing that dress."

She grumbled and cursed at him before sitting up with a grunt, knowing he was right.

"Ugh...just don't look, 'k?"

He blushed slightly as he had to turn away quickly as she began to strip from her dress and underwear and looked for her pyjamas. Once she threw on a pair of shorts and his hoodie, she stumbled over to the make-up wipes Sam had used on his now flushed lips earlier, and threw them at him before crawling back onto the bed, leaving a mess in her wake.

He startled slightly as his composure from staring at the wall broke as the wipes hit his head. He turned round with a glare as she sat down against the pillows, noticing the slight pained expression still there from walking around.

His glare faded as she began taking off the make-up. He moved down to her ankles.

"...your feet still hurt?"

"Ehh...just when I walk, thanks."

Neither of them commented on how he began massaging her feet as she took her make-up off. She simply looked at him and chuckled as she smiled, silently thanking him.

"...hold still for me."

When she finished taking off the make-up, he let go of her feet, listening to her groan of relaxation.

He smiled at her as he took in her drop in energy...fuck...this night really took it out of her. He smiled at her before gently picking her up again and bringing her into the bathroom. He let her down slowly, making sure she was okay with walking before leaving the bathroom to get changed.

He threw on a pair of sweatpants and shrugged off his shirt as he heard the door open to her brushing her teeth. He followed her in and picked up his own toothbrush, standing beside her as she tiredly leaned onto him.

Once they finished up, she gently turned him around to face her and she wrapped her arms around him, playing and scratching at his hair as he wrap his arms tightly around her waist. He gently picked her up by her thighs again and carried her to the bed as she giggled.

He placed her under the covers and climbed in with her, resting his head on top of hers and gently kissing it.

"Ngh...'should get you drunk more often, Sam... you're so much nicer..." She murmured jokingly.

"I am nice..." He mumbled indignantly into her hair.

They both giggled as they closed their eyes and soon fell asleep.

Drunk words, sober thoughts and all that shit.

[eli-writes-sometimes]

Incorrect quotes tag

Got tagged by the lovely @fire-but-ashes-too, thanks for that!

So i may have got slightly carried away with this, it's under a cut for a reason

Tagging - @druidx @dogmomwrites @new-royston-cursebreakers @holdmyteaplease @oh-no-another-idea @irisisasleep (do you have ocs? idk but this is funny and i think youd approve) and anyone else who wants to this!

Here's the link to the quote generator I used!

So, this is technically a ships tag, but I only have two main ships (Harper and Luke from Superlosers and Rune and Veronica from PPP) so I did those two as well as their two friend groups because I thought it was funny and got a bit carried away.

Also sorry if the spacing is weird, I did half of thi on mobile and half on desktop

Enjoy!

Luke and Harper:

Luke: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Harper: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

Luke: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

Harper: Act natural.

Luke: For this kind of situation, the most natural thing would be to panic, so technically I can panic.

Harper: NO, that’s not what I meant! Act like it’s a normal day!

Luke: My ‘normal’ days of late, consist of a lot of panic.

Harper: Will you just cooperate?

Luke: When a person is panicking, they are not apt to cooperate very well!

Luke, sweating: Harper, there’s something I need to ask you-

Harper: Finally! You’re proposing!

Luke: How’d you know?

Harper: Luke, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Harper: I even picked it up once.

Harper: Are you okay?

Luke, crying: Yeah, it was just the onions.

Harper: *Picks up an onion* What the fuck did you say to Luke?

Harper, skipping rocks on a lake with Luke: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Luke: Yeah, it is.

Luke: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

And here's the whole group!

Ivy: What starts with F and ends with Uck?

Asher: No it doesn't.

Harper: Firetruck!

Luke: FUCK!

Luke: *running into the room* Harper just said they don’t love me anymore!

Ivy: What?!

Harper: *following them in* I did not say that. I just said that we are not driving all the way across the country just so you can punch Asher in the face.

*Ivy drunkenly wanders around the house and Harper is drunkenly giggling*

Luke, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Asher.

Asher, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

*during a group project*

Asher: *does 99% of the work*

Luke: *has no idea what’s going on*

Ivy: *says they’re gonna help but does not*

Harper: *disappears at the very beginning and doesn’t show up again until the very end*

Harper: That's ridiculous, Luke doesn't have a crush on me.

Asher: Yes they do.

Ivy: Yes they do.

Luke: Yes I do.

Ivy: Made you all playlists!

Ivy: Asher, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Ivy: Luke, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Ivy: And Harper has the ABBA Gold album.

Asher: *sees Luke and Harper together*

Asher: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Ivy: You mean... you ship them?

Here's Vera and Rune!

Vera: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Rune: Wow. They sound stupid. Vera: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Rune: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Vera: I guess you’re right. Hey Rune, I love you. Rune: See! Just say that! Vera: Holy fucking shit. Rune: If that flies over their head then, sorry Vera, but they're too dumb for you. Vera: Rune.

Rune: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness— Vera: Hi. Rune: melts down in a flustered heap of softness

Rune: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Vera: It was autocorrect. Rune: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Vera: Yes.

Vera: Are you really planning to shoot the demon? Rune: Don't worry, it's a holy gun. Vera: How so? Rune: It makes holes. (thank you quincy morris)

And the whole friend group!

Vera: wow you and Kai are home early from the movies. What happened? Rune: We got kicked out because Kai wouldn't stop yelling diving scores as people jumped off the titanic. Kai: That last guy had a solid 8, I'm telling you!

Vera: So how’s the food Rune made? Kai: It's great! Compliments to them. Vera: goes to the kitchen Vera: You're adorable. Rune: blushes

Vera: We all have our demons. Rune, grabbing Kai: This one’s mine!

Vera: Why did you guys dress up as each other for Halloween? Rune: Kai is the scariest thing I could think of! Kai: Rune told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible.

Kai: Ooh, somebody has a crush Rune: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Vera I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. Later that night Rune, very much awake: Uh oh.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

1 - 4 - 8 - 11 - 12 for Aurora

1. Their best friend: Nick — You're Got A Friend In Me, Toy Story

And as the years go by // Our friendship will never die // You’re gonna see it’s our destiny // You’ve got a friend in me

4. A teacher or mentor: Cooper — Pretty Little Sister, Monica Michael

I ain’t been the greatest role model, known fact / If I could change the things you’ve seen, I would go back / Please learn from my mistakes, don’t go off track / Don’t follow in my footsteps just to say, “hey I’ve done that” / I know that / I’ve left home, sometimes you feel alone / I’m just a call away, eleven digits on the phone / I love you to the bone / I wanna make it known / You will always be my baby even when you’re fully grown

8. Someone who has changed their life: Blaine — Space Between, Descendants 2

And nothing can stay the same // It’s growing pains // Be proud of all the scars // They make you who you are // I know you have to stay // But I’ll never really leave you // Nothing has to change // Even though we’ve changed // And you can find me in the space between

11. Their love interest: Sebastian — Our Last Summer, ABBA / Mamma Mia

We made our way along the river, and we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower.  I was so happy we had met, it was the age of no regret, oh, yes

12. A crush: Roman Kline (age 6) — Shut Up And Raise Your Glass, Moulin Rouge (i promise this has plot significance outside of it being aaron tveit)

Oh, don't you dare look back / Just keep your eyes on me / She said / you're holding back / She said / Shut up and dance with me

Send me an OC + a number

[misscrawfords]

1, 4, 5, 7, 22 end of year asks?

Song of the year?

Hmm. Hard to say. Maybe ABBA's Don't Shut Me Down? I've been listening to it a lot.

Or possibly Mondonville's Jubilate Deo which my choir sang earlier this year and just filled me with joy.

4. Movie of the year?

Netflix Persuasion of course.

I haven't watched many, but probably a toss up between Enola Holmes 2 and Fire Island. Glass Onion probably up there but I only just watched it so hard to tell yet where it sits!

5 - already answered

7. Favorite actor of the year?

Um, don't know. I don't really have favourite actors. I guess I watched Healer which has both Ji Chang Wook and Park Min Young who I both like, so maybe them? But I'm just not really invested.

22. Favorite place you visited this year?

Been lucky enough to go to some cool places this year! Returning to Florence for the first time since I was a child was really fantastic and I can't wait to go again. However, my solo holiday on Anglesey (Wales) is what really stands out and in particular, a little corner of it called Penmon Point. There's the ruins of an old dovecote, ancient abbey and even older shrine to St Seirion. It feels completely unlike more usual expressions of Christianity in Britain and there's such an amazing sense of peace and history. And then you can walk down a lovely path to a blustery promontory with a lighthouse. The whole thing is just so lovely.

[infiniteglitterfall]

It's honestly amazing. People think they're supportive of Jewish people. They just don't support the ones who dig up dead bodies to sell their organs!!! This is a perfectly reasonable position to have!! ANYONE would oppose that!!!

It reminds me of ritual abuse, in one very specific way. Both ritual abuse, and antisemitism, often involve things that make you sound absolutely ridiculous and unbelievable when you try to explain them.

"No, I swear, nobody is magically immune to the tropes about Jews poisoning wells, using the blood of children to make matzah, and secretly controlling the government! These are real, common libels today, not just in Superstitious Medieval Europe!"

And then you turn around for one damn minute, and they're holding up protest signs claiming "Congress is Occupied by Israel," actively supporting a group founded upon the belief that Jews control the media and the U.N., and retweeting some shit about how Jews really DO poison Palestinian groundwater! President Abbas said so!

2016:

2024:

I was looking at the Instagram account for Free Palestine Melbourne the other day. Because it had organized a recent rally where a different local group there, Free Palestine Printing, had distributed posters and flyers with photos of Nazi armies, with the swastikas replaced with stars of David. And I wanted to see if they'd even mentioned it.

They hadn't. But I did find a shit-ton of Jews saying that they weren't going to use the star of David anymore, because (they claimed) it's been carved and burned and branded into Palestinian skin. (And so, SO many people saying the star of David is a Nazi symbol now. SO MANY. Both Jews and non.)

This absolutely REEKS of the antisemitic willingness to believe the most grotesque things possible of Jews -- especially if you throw any kind of religious symbolism in there. The gorier, the more believable it is.

I fact-checked the hell out of it. Then I went through and told each one of them that no, that is bullshit urban legend that comes from one incident where cops beat a Palestinian prisoner and left cuts that looked, in one place, like the bottom of a triangle with extended lines.

Israel's Justice Ministry investigated it and ended up charging 7 cops with abuse of a helpless person, aggravated assault, obstruction of investigation, and abuse of official power. (I don't think we even have some of those charges here in the U.S.? I wish we did.)

(One commenter did acknowledge that "I personally didn't love those posters either due to ambiguity of messaging, but I want to reiterate that it is the zionist project obfuscates the star of david and commits nazi-like acts under this flag."

I was like, I'm not posting in these comments anymore but there is one (1) group here that is melding the star of David with the Nazis, and it is in Melbourne, and you are actively supporting it.)

People need to learn that if it's this fucking easy for them to believe absolutely catastrophically evil things about Jews, especially if they have the plausible deniability that it's just the country they think is a Jewish ethnostate! Then they're antisemitic.

It's bad enough the discourse responded to "you're being antisemitic" with a defensive blanket refusal to even believe it was possible for them to be antisemitic.

And the automatic assumption that it was FAR more likely that Jews are just the one marginalized group that DOES use claims of bigotry to shut down valid criticism.

But ten months later, there are people happily putting the star of David on Nazi flags and pretending this will somehow free Palestine.

Hold on, I think I screenshot it.

Yup. I forgot about the "same same."

And about the fact that the printers also sell this shirt.

They drew the quiet part out loud.

I'm feeling a very alienated from people around me because of my refusal to participate in antisemitism, and I'm not even Jewish, so I can't IMAGINE how so many of you are feeling out there. I almost feel silly for feeling alienated about it. It's causing some real reflections when it comes to how I view myself politically. It's like here I am thinking, "No, we're against ALL oppression, right guys? .... right, guys?" 🦗🦗🦗 And it sucks knowing that a. the alienation I'm describing pales in comparison to what Jewish people might be feeling and b. that it probably isn't even that surprising to you all. Antisemitism is so perennial, cyclical, it insists on coming back again and again, rooting itself in places where people otherwise wouldn't expect it. It's Samsaric.

I almost feel like I'm being gaslight- "I'm not antisemitic, I'm just saying that Jews are harvesting the blood and organs of children!"

Like, bro, what else would that be? If blood libel isn't antisemitism, what counts as antisemitism?

This post is probably a bit jumbled, but I hope you're all doing well. ❤️