#gonna make drinksss

[cryptidtumbleweed]

My weekend starts today, which means Umbrella Academy binge as soon as I get home

[serialkilluh1996]

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄™

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Bimboish-female-reader

Warnings; none. Just pure foolery.

Simon loved you. He wouldn't admit it, of course, but you were his favorite subordinate. You were kind and generous, like some princess who belonged in a castle, only to have wound up working as his assistant. He wondered how you even got hired at such a tough place. Maybe you'd sprinkled fairy dust on your application.

You made him weak, merely a facade of the stone cold man he used to be. It's like you had dug a hole in his heart, making a soft spot for yourself to burrow in. You made coming to work more bearable for Simon.

He was eager more willing to get up in the morning cause he knew he'd see you not once, not twice, but a plethora of times throughout the day. He'd see your defined smile and your lively eyes and your bubbly enthusiasm. Simon was convinced it was all just a facade you put on at work. There was no way someone could be this....happy all the time.

You walk into his office, a grin on your face so firm that it pulled the skin from your throat. "You called, Mr. Riley?" "It's lieutenant, sweetheart. But, yeah, I did." He didn't seem as chipper to see you today. He never expressed true happiness anyway. He was just more neutral when you were around. Not today, though. His brows were tense, his eyes were squinted, a tight and precise stare glaring you down like a sniper. "Have a seat." He demands, waving his hand in a come hither motion.

You comply, skipping over to the chair before plopping down and spinning in it. "Don't spend in the chair, please. I'm already on HR's ass about replacing these before they give out."

"Right, of course." You kick out your foot, stopping yourself on the desk, eyes landing directly on his. He looked pretty upset about something.

"I got a complaint about you being out with my men last night. Wanna explain what's going on?" He leans forward accusingly, elbows against the desk and hands under his chin. "Well, we were just out for drinks an–" "Oh, you were out for drinksss?" He says sarcastically, slightly more irritated. "And let me guess, you went home with them too?"

"Of course I did." "Oh, christ." He facepalms, leaning back in his chair, making it creak under his weight.

"Let me explain somethin'. You are MY assistant, you got that? That means your work here is exclusive to me and what I ask you to do. You don't take orders from anyone else here. Not even the captain. Therefore, you have no need or reason to be fraternizing with my men." He lectures you, now visibly angry.

You could tell that going home with them was what pushed him other the edge. "I couldn't let them go alone. They were too drunk to drive." You defended. "Sweetheart, these are grown men. They know their limit and they purposely exceeded it. It's not your responsibility to baby them. They can face the consequences of their actions. They are dangerous individuals that you should distance yourself from. You don't know my men."

"Of course I know them, we see eachother everyday." Simon sighs at your statement. "I'd like to believe that too. but at the end of the day, men always have ulterior motives."

"Ulterior motives?" You tilt your head in confusion. He huffs, muttering under his breath. "Alright, let's say Price, for example. You're this cute girl, smaller than most of the people here. And price is this huge caption, some hairy old weirdo pushing 40. And he invites you over his house. What do you think he wants from you?" His brow arches. "Well, I don't really know John enough to know what he wants."

".....god, why...." it took everything in his will power to hold back his emotions. How could you be so dense? He breathes, steadying himself for the next question.

"Well, would you go or not?" "Yes!" "Yes!?" His voice is strained with shock and distress. "Well, how else am I gonna find out what he wants?" You fold your arms, becoming upset yourself. "Did it not even cross your mind to just ask?!"

"Well, what if he lies?" "What if he lies...." Simon repeats, chuckling under the aggravation, holding back how much you were angering him. How could you be this...slow? "And that's your concern.....tell me, sweetheart...how old are you?" "21." You respond, a small pout in your tone.

"Twenty..one... just...take the week off. I want you to come by my office later on tonight..." "for what?" You ask. "Does it matter if I tell you? What if I lie?" He laughs with exhaustion, and you follow suite. You two were gonna have a looong talk.

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[animemensblog]

Invisible

Gojo x gn!reader

Summary: what happens when Gojo meets someone who is immune to his six eyes?

No warnings :)

It was a hot day, sun beaming down and causing sweat to build along your hairline. Your headphones weren't helping with the soft muff cupping your ear and rubbing against your skin. Although it's tolerable in the shade, that means nothing when you decided today all your errands would be done by walking or train.

As you turn the corner you notice a small convenient store with a huge sign advertising 'buy one get one' on all cold items during the summer. The choices were clear; spend more money to cool off or finish walking home and die the second you enter your no ac apartment.

When you opened the store door you could feel the vibration of the bell and a faint ringing that seemed to last forever. Your feet were sore but weren't dragging, they almost felt like they were floating. You reach down in the fridge, grabbing water and a juice. The condensation quickly dripped off your hands and onto the ground, as the drop falls it splatters and hits your leg.

You stare at the water dropping towards your ankle, soaking a part of your sock. It quickly becomes uncomfortable, and what better way to ignore it other than changing your playlist?

You start shuffling to the counter, standing behind a tall white haired man waiting in line. As it moves forward, you can hear the cashier and the customer talking very loudly. As if their heads are against your chest and yelling into it, the vibrating and thumping echoed in your lungs and stomach.

As you click on a new song, an awkward laugh in front of you erupts, shortly after the stranger turned around and hit you. His arms had swung and threw you to the ground, along with your drinks and phone which managed to disappear. When you look up he's standing there, staring like he saw a ghost, his eyes were blown wide and his mouth partially agape.

At first, you thought he was just shocked. I mean, wouldn't you be if you hit someone to the ground? Then, you noticed your shorts slid down your thighs, revealing the rather brightly colored underwear peaking through. Your legs shut as you stand up, giving him a nasty glare and a meek "pervert".

Gojo on the other hand can't grasp how he didn't notice you, or even hear you behind him. His six eyes are supposed to help him, right? So how did he miss you approaching, standing there for minutes and managed to throw you to the ground? It didn't make sense.

"I'm not a pervert" Gojo says as he follows you around the store

"Your stalking says otherwise"

His pace picks up so he's less than a foot behind you, "ha! I bet you wish that's what I was doing!" He says, striking a small pose in hopes you'd notice. "Really, I just want to make sure you're ok-"

You turn around, almost chest to chest. Usually he'd be excited someone so pretty came so close but that look said maybe he shouldn't be happy. "Leave me alone" you spit before going back to searching, he watches as you turn into the isle to the right and follows.

"I can help you, ya know! I've been told my sight is the best" he boasts, turning into the isle he saw you go into.

"Really? Because you didn't see me at all before" you mumble behind him, once again he quickly turns around to find you kneeling.

"How are you doing that?" His tone had switched, it sounded like he was worried, concerned. Almost upset.

"Kneeling?" You question

"No! That's not what-" He shakes his head and sighs, they're just a normal person he thinks to himself. "Nevermind" he sighs again, then went back to looking for your drinks.

You think finally, he's gonna leave me alone. Thats until he's yelling for you from another isle, "ohhh strangerrrr!" He says dramatically, "I found your drinksss!" You can see him waving his lanky arms over the shelving.

"Most annoying man I've ever met, and I've known him less than an hour. This is some bullshit for an already bullshit day.." you continue mumbling as you almost stomp to the other side.

When you turn the corner, he's still waving his arms. He truly looked ridiculous with that big ass smile, jumping up and down like he's done the impossible. You sharply inhale before getting a running start- if he isn't going to acknowledge you when you're in the same isle, you'll just have to get it back on your own.

Despite how loud the impact of your feet was, to everyone else they were silent like paper landing completely flat on tile floor. You jump up as soon as he comes down and yank the bottles from his hands then landing before you hit the fridges. The only sound anyone else heard was you landing- the running, deep breaths and mumbling had gone unnoticed.

For a third time, the Gojo Satoru couldn't see or hear you. You. A normal person he just happened to run into while he was picking up snacks for himself, Geto and Shoko.

"You're quite annoying, you know that?" You ask as you make your way back down the isle towards the counter. Gojo doesn't realize when he started walking, gravity was just pulling him towards you. It was screaming that he needed to know who you are, how you operate, every detail a human can possibly know about themselves. More specifically, he wants to know if you're good or bad, if you're loyal or untrustworthy, if you're single or taken.

He marches up beside you with (and you hate to admit it) a charming and bright smile. He nudges your hands out of the way and pays the cashier, then turns to you and only gives you one of the bottles.

"You can have the other one later!" He says smuggly before snatching his receipt from the guys hand.

"You're a cute couple" the worker says.

"What? Ew no" you argue while leaving Gojo at the counter. He's embarrassed to say the least and only shrugs as he follows you, again.

He silently, and blindly, followed you halfway back to your apartment before you turned around to acknowledge him. "Are you actually a stalker or something?" He takes a step closer to hover over you, placing a tiny flick to your forehead.

"How are you going to hear my answer if you're wearing those headphones?" He softly asks

"I can hear perfectly fine, unlike you." Your eyes narrow at him and he chuckles. That gentle laugh has your heart skipping a beat or two.

He hums as he opens your water and takes a gulp. "Hey! That's mine you creep" you say as you try to grab it.

"I'm not a creep!" He laughs, raising his arm above his head.

"You wouldn't be following me if you weren't" you say inbetween jumps.

He once again avoids the question, this time by walking around you. "Where we heading?" He asks

"I'm heading home, you're leaving me alone."

"Aw why can't I come?" He pouts, you scoff at him while you cross the street.

"Isn't it obvious? You're a strange man following me like a lost puppy. Of course you don't belong in my house."

"But I want to go!" Gojo whines

"Why?"

Why does he want to, he wonders, is there even an appropriate answer?

"I wanna know you" he mumbles as he looks down at you, waiting to see your reaction. He imagined it as cute, sweet maybe, instead your eyebrows are furrowed and you looked mad. And yet, you let him follow you. In silence, of course.

Your mom did say make friends. I mean, she never said bring strangers into your home, especially when they borderline harassed you. But you can't shake him off, plus he's seems nice? However nice someone can be after bothering and assaulting you.

You turn onto your street and stop, "how do I know you're not going to hurt me?" Your voice sounded weak to him, even softer than when you called him a pervert earlier.

"Why would I hurt you?"

"Why would you wanna get to know me?"

He chuckles, "why wouldn't I?"

You wanted to gag. What was this, a love sitcom?

"I'll tell you what-" you take a deep breath, "I'll give you my number and if I decide you're not a creep, or a pervert or a stalker, or-"

"I get it" he says as he rubs the back of his neck

"If I somehow decide you're not any of those things, I guess we can hangout."

"Hangout?! It'd be a date!"

You pull out a pen from your bag and grab his arm, "Just because you're not a disgusting man, doesn't mean I'll go out with you. It just means you can get to know me, like you said."

"Yeahh but I meant like I'd take you out to dinner or something."

"Then tell me that." you chuckle, a sound that was music to his ears.

"I'd like to take you out to dinner, or something."

"You're weird" you laugh and walk away, when you hear him following you shooed him away and disappeared down a small alley.

When Gojo looks down at his arm, ready to immediately put it in his phone, he sees '9-1-1' and "get help <3" written.

[ask-paradox-and-friends]

More underring stuff

This time DRINK wins

HERO:wh-wha? Who's tha-that man? Izzz izzz a man..not a poly-ploy..gamete man..*hic*

SISTER:hahaha yous a funni girll... what's ssshhhaaakkkee???

MYSTERY:loosen up man...here here here...i-i-i-i got myself some rice rice drink want some? Hehehebe it's how I make friends! *hic*

STUDENT:listen...listen...*wobbling* you-you-you *hic* listen..I...I....I want you in school...you learn I worky work..where's sister dawn??? She good with kidddies...

GEEZER:ooohh...you...you skinny...hey..heyy..wanna *hiccups alot* you have a lot of belts....can...can I have one? My pants...pants...fall off a lot...

MODEL:*stares while trying to not fall over.* hehehehee yousss you look like a canvas art peice....purrtttyy...

STITCH:hey...nonono scrstchy...it get worse...poxie..burrd poxie...hehehe...*pokes them* thats...gonna beee baddd...

ROBOT:girhhh....man you're bad on a hangover...jeezesss...

COPPER:a officer...hello...siirrrr....no..no..imm noottt wasted...i..ii had a 2..33...5 preeecent...sixie pack...

ORBS:no...noonobo no touchiieee littleee gurlllsss hasss wateeerrr...*pulls a warm water bottle out.* heeheheee oooo is thereeee a zzoooo??? Kiddies like zzzooosss righhtt??

RANGER:aaahhh.. shaaddd upp I likkkeee my drinkiee...you shush...the nunnssss leettt meet haaavvveee sommme...whenheheheh...

MAYOR:heyheyhey...you...you and eye....we...drinksss? Nonono class...classs...*shakes head* okay...i..i...want like...uh...barrell of good stuff a month and...*counting on fingers.*...9 million dollars.

[sonnett2]

LA CASA DE PAPEL S4 DROPS ON FRIDAY AND MY PROF JUST ANNOUNCED WE DONT HAVE THAT 9:30 AM CLASS SO YER GIRL GETS TO FREAKINGGG MARATHONNN

[haruki-ya]

let’s get this coffee fam 💪🏼

[demonichelper67]

After a hunt

SamxReader|CasxReader|DeanxReader|DeanxCas|

Haven’t seen a story done with a love rectangle between the reader and the boys! *No wincest*

1st person

Word count: 2,216

After a shorter than expected hunt Sam, Dean, Cas and I decide to head to a bar before returning home, well dean decided. We all give in and agree but we stop at the motel to pack and shower before we head out. I wear some comfortable Jean shorts that go slightly above my hips along with a tank top, with one of Sams plaid button ups that I tied off with a hair band. Although still leaving space which shows a gap of skin between my shorts and shirt. I put my hair up but leave some hair out and I’m ready. The boys clean up and I help Cassie get dressed. Me and cas have gotten really close as of recent, we’re sort of the big ball of energy too the four of us, you know the ones that do the shopping and stay up watching movies. I put him in some dark blue jeans along with a black shirt and to top it off I combed his hair to the sides. He was looking particularly handsome and I can tell dean agreed.

Sam approved as well. Once we all got done and ready I give Sammy and dean a kiss on the cheek, I give Cassie a kiss on the forehead along with a small ruffle of his hair, he smirks and kisses me back. We’re off in Baby heading to the nearest bar for some cheap Booze and possibly karaoke. This bar was sort of packed which dean wasn’t too fond off but I encouraged him in. “comeeee onn were already here dean don’t be a party pooperrr.” he sighs. “alright alright.” he gives me a playful eye roll. We walk past a group of young and older bikers playing pool on our way in. I can already hear dean plotting his money schemes. Cas also catches on and chuckles with me. Sam and dean get a table. “I’ll get us some beers.” I say. “want me to come with?” Cas suggests. “ it’s ok I got it Cassie.” I smirk and walk over to the bar. I can feel some eyes on me, one, I know being Sam and the others I’m not paying attention too. But Once I realized Sammy was staring I started to add more sway to my hips while I walked and purposely dropped my wallet to bend over with my bottom facing his direction. While bending over I glance to the back and catch him staring. I grin and wink. He turns bright red and shakes his head. I chuckle and stand up to wave the bartender down.

Once I order our drinks I sit down on the bar stool to wait, I gaze around and catch the younger bikers from earlier eyeing me, once they see I’ve realized they’re unsure if they should continue checking me out or not. my drinks are ready, I stop paying attention and it escapes my mind so I go to get the drinks to my boys. As I’m trying to fit all the beers into my hands I hear Sammy say from behind me. “here let me help baby.” A little surprised he used baby to get my attention. I just nod and hand him some of the beers, Sammy wasn’t much for public displays. He holds the beers to the side and leans in for a kiss, catching me by surprise.” Woah there cowboy.” I giggle while pulling away gently. He smirks and looks behind me completely having his attention elsewhere, I Glance to see what he was looking at. Seeing it was The group of bikers watching. I realize what’s going on. “ohhhh.” I say giving out a small laugh, Which gets him to return His attention to me. “What?” He reply’s while giving me a smile as he faces back in my direction. I nod to the back where the bikers are. “Oh.” he returns a little nervously. “you noticed. They were practically undressing you with there eyes.” He says while rubbing the back of his

neck. “So?” I grinned. “they want what’s mine.” “Ours.” I hear dean and cas cut in. “We came to see what the hold up was. dean returns while giving a playful elbow to Sammy. “Nothing just Sam being protective.” I nod to the bikers again. “oh?” Dean reply’s as he exchanges looks with one of the men. “Well I guess that makes two of us.” he retorts while throwing me over his shoulder. “Three of us.” cas chimes in along with a kiss. I return the kiss but get thrown off by the drinks slipping from my hands. “DEEAAAANNN.” I laugh. “your gonna make me drop the drinksss!” He just smirks and smacks my ass. I continue to laugh and so does cas. Sam shakes his head and giggles. We get to the table and begin to unwind. “Im glad it was a simple hunt.” I say. “Yeah was sort of surprised, we haven’t had a light case in a good while.” dean reply’s while gulping down the last bit of his second beer. We continue to talk a bit but my body is ready for a bathroom break. “Alright I gotta go take a phat wiz.” I say as I start getting up. Sam snickers at my bluntness. I look around for the bathroom sign and realize it’s around where the other men are sitting. A little uncomfortable but the need to pee overtaking my emotions for the speed walk over. The boys continue talking not paying attention to where I was heading.

After I finish my business I walk out and the uncomfortableness returns. I tread quickly through the men but get stopped. I’m not short but I’m not tall either I’m a little under average height, but this man towered over me, he was almost as tall as Sam if not the same height. “Excuse me.” I say In a stern voice motioning to move around him. He doesn’t move. I begin to worry my nervousness is showing. “Hey.” the man mumbles out. I ignore him and begin to try to shimmy around the man, catching a whiff of the strong sent of booze coming off of him. “You should Stay. I can make it worth your while” he says slurring his words all the way through. “I’m sorry Im not interested.” I say as I’m trying to squeeze around the large man. “I can make sure you have a good time.” he blurts out again while grabbing my left wrist. “Let go.” I say firmly ignoring my first instinct to sweep him to the ground. “Don’t be like that. Is that anyway to be a lady?” he try’s to lean in for a kiss but my right hook Interrupts his attempt. “YOU BITCH! ” he spits out. “HEY.” I hear seeing it was Sammy shouting as he walks up behind me with dean and cas following. The man let’s go of my wrist and I back away from him. “You ok y/n?” I hear dean say while giving me a small scan over. “Yeah I’m fine.” I say. “I see you near her again its not just gonna be her right hook you get.” Sam says through grit teeth. “I’m fine let’s go.” I give Him a tug. As we walk away He pulls me in closer using himself to cover me from the view of the man acting as a shield.

“I could have handled that you know.” I say. “Yeah I know but that doesn’t mean you should have too.” Sam reply’s. “It would be a waste not to use us to scare someone off.” dean says teasingly through a smirk and wink. “yeah yeah. ‘scary dog privileges.’” I bubbled. The night went on and we drank ourselves away but you know Sam and dean having livers of steel and a tolerance to match it, well they were barely even tipsy. Cassie and I on the other hand, well let’s just say we were way over the ‘tipsy’ line. As we were walking out of the bar, Cas and I carrying each other stumbling out of the door giggling at everything while Sam and dean watch us from behind amused by our drunkenness. “Oh sh-*burp*shit I forgot my wallet.” I say. “I’ll go get it, Where’d you leave it?” Dean says. “On the table where we w-were sitting*burp*” he snickers. “you are so drunk.” “Ye-Yeah and I got to pee.” “Alright let’s go.” He smiles and reply’s. He try’s to help me walk but I shrug him off. “Alright I’m-ima head to the bathroom.” “Alright be careful.” He asserted. “Yeah

yeah I got it dean-o.” he just shakes his head while smiling heading for the table. I enter the bathroom, heading to the largest stall hearing the door open and close from behind me. Completely ignoring the other person in the bathroom I empty my bladder. “Man I really gotta handle my liquor better.” I slur. Someone try’s to open my stall. “it’s taken.” I shout. They continue attempting to push it open. “Hey someone’s in here!” I say rushing to get out. I finish and get up to open the stall seeing it wasn’t a woman. “You shouldn’t be here, hey your the man from before..” I stammered while stepping backwards further into the cube stall. “Stay away from me or you’ll regret it.” I say trying not to show any fear but ultimately failing. “I don’t think I will.” He provoked. Too drunk to think thoroughly about his week points I just swing. He ducks and slips behind me grabbing my wrists putting them against my back. “Y/n?” I hear dean call from outside the bathroom. The guy quickly puts his hand over my mouth leaving me unable to respond in time. I pick my foot up and slam my heel on his foot making him remove his hand long enough for me to yell out. “DEAN!” the man slaps me and pushes me up against the stall. “Y/N what’s going on?? The door is locked??” Smushed up against the stall door unable to form words I let out a scream. “Y/N?!” dean grunts while attempting to kick the door in. “SAM.” I hear from the distance. The man distracted loosens his force on me. “Your fucked.” I finally spit out. “Baby you think I’m the only one who’s after you?” He whispers to me. “What.?” I gritted, now truly sobering up. “Your just our type sweetheart.” He returns as he flips me over and places his arm adjacent to my shoulders pinning me back up against the door now leaving us face to face. I hear commotion coming from out of the bathroom. Starting to worry for my boys I look around for a opening or anything and I realize his eyes are fixed on my chest, big mistake. I head butted him as hard as I could and used all my strength to push him off of me. He falls back nocking into the toilet and I take my opportunity to get the hell out and dash out of the stall to unlock to bathroom door and make my escape. “DEAN?” I walk out and see all three of them fighting who I assume are the other mans “backup”.I help them out but it seemed like they were almost done “handling” it. “Y/N??” Sam says getting up from knocking one of the men out. “Are you ok??” He returns. “I’m ok let’s just get the fuck out of here.” He surveils my body and sees my busted lip and reddened wrists. Dean does the same. I see them both look at each other and head for the bathroom. “Yeah I don’t think so.” they say in unison. I sigh not even attempting to stop them. Cas walks up to me now all the men knocked out on the floor, he wipes the blood off my lip and rubs my wrist gently checking for any other injuries. “You sure your ok y/n?” He says reassuringly. “Yeah I’m ok just sober.” I joke and shrug off. “Right.” He hums. “Sammy let’s go.” I hear dean say while exiting the bathroom. I hear what sounds like a sink breaking. I wince “yeah that’s our que to leave.” I say. Sam gets out of the bathroom and we all haul ass to the car and get out of there. Cas sits shotgun so me and Sam are in the back. “I’m fine cas.” I hear dean say wincing at cas’s touch. “Yeah no. Just let me clean it up.” Cas replies tending to a cut on his lip and cheek. “Really Sam?” I say examining his knuckles. “He had it coming.” He reply’s. “Damn straight he did.” Dean cuts in. I softly rub his hands and he pulls me closer to him and holds me. “If anything happened to you it would have been a lot worse.” He said firmly. I catch dean smiling from the rear view mirror. “you did leave him a nice broken nose though y/n.” Dean says getting Sam and cas to untense. “Yeah.” Sam chuckles. Cas smiles and shakes his head. “Guess that’s what I get for saying ‘light’ case huh.”

Please Excuse my bad grammar and rough English! Hope you enjoyed my first attempt to writing fanfic!

[dipplie]

For anyone who doesn’t know me

I stole this and filled it out, don’t COME FOR me

The Basics: Full Name: Jasmine Elizabeth Degler Birth Date: February 15th, 2002 Birth Place: Denver, CO Gender: Female Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blonde Currently living: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Height: Like 5′3″? Weight: NOT ENOUGH AAAAAAAA Righty or Lefty: Right hand Right Wing or Left Wing: I think a plane needs both wings pal Zodiac: Aquarius-Pisces Cusp. Aka I’m so xd quirky but I also cry a lot because I’m baby Favorites: Band/Singer: I like... Owl City... Blame my partner~ Song: Apple.com Movie: Saw 2 or Cube? Color: Yellow Animal: Bunny Smell: Vanilla Boy Name: Theodore Girl Name: Penelope Month: May Swear Word: F̵̗̯͇͙͔̟̰̯͎̃U̴̡̠͕̱̻̽͂̿͜ͅC̶̪͇̗͍̱̩̻͊K̷̲̫͕̖̼̺̜̻͌̒͊̋͑̅̆̚͜ Grade: Kindergarten. It’s all downhill from there kid drinks wine Least Favorite Grade: I think Freshmen Year 

Preferences: Anime or Disney?: Disney Guys or Girls: SCREAMS Lips or Eyes?: Eyes Kisses or Hugs?: Snugs Eating or Drinking?: CRUNCHITY MUNCHITy OVER SLORPS Summer or Winter?: Summer Outdoors or Indoors?: Outdoors Personal: Why did you choose your username?: My partners screen name is NightlyOver! What is your favorite piece of your own work?: This one is nice I guess

Look to your left, what’s the first thing you see?: Graduation cap and gown I probably won’t get to wear :’^) Now your right: My cat sleeping on my bed Something you can't live without: I like... Partner... He’s... Perfect... GPA: I think like 3.5...??? Maybe it was 3.2 I honestly have no idea. Between those. The Last... Person you hugged: My friend Jordan Movie you watched: I think it was Moana? Song You Listened To: I think it was that one Echo vocaloid song? But a chorus. Thing you ate/drank: Pretzels with peanut butter in them. My favorite drink :) Time you cried and why: Probably a couple days ago. Time you laughed and why: Probably earlier

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[kristannafever]

In The City of Angels - Chapter 4

KRISTANNA MODERN AU RATED: M (swearing)

Chapter Index

Kristoff woke up slowly to the alarm, trying with great difficulty to pull himself from sleep.  He turned it off and sat up slowly in bed, hanging his head, breathing deeply and slowly, trying to shake his exhaustion.  He rose to his feet with a groan to get ready to go to work.

When Ollie had dropped them off, she had invited him inside, and they couldn’t help but launch into more stories about their childhoods.  By the time he staggered back to his place it was two in the morning, and he knew full well that his alarm would be calling him in four short hours.

He walked by the window trying to blink the sleep from his eyes when he saw her.  His mouth went slack.  She had a smile on her face as she ran by with such vibrancy, it was as if she had just slept for 8 solid hours.  Kristoff shook his head and smiled.  He still felt drunk and she out there running miles.  This woman I swear...

Work that day was absolute torture.  It was a long planned day of stunts and Kristoff was having a hard time getting the takes right with his exhausted mind.  Every chance he got he passed out in his trailer until they came knocking for him in the next scene.  The director was giving him shit, his makeup crew was pissed that he was so puffy eyed, and the producer threw him warning glances when he messed up an important take for the third time in a row.

“This isn’t like you.”  Sven said on the last break of the day, sitting in his trailer with him going over the list of things he was to do for the next day.

He looked at his friend and couldn’t hide the smile on his lips.   

“Oh my.  Who is she?”  Sven asked playfully.

“My neighbor.”  Kristoff sighed.  “But she has a boyfriend.”

Sven laughed jovially.   “Only you my friend, only you.”

Kristoff had to smile at that.  He and Sven had become fast friends when he first moved to L.A. and rented a room in his apartment.  He liked the immaculate little place that Sven had kept, and he enjoyed living there, but when he was able to get a place on his own he did.  They got along very well and kept in touch having a great many conversations over the years about every aspects of their lives.  “How come you are so easy to talk to?”  Sven had asked him once, but the only answer Kristoff could offer was a shrug.

When Kristoff became well known and was finally making money, Sven had begged to be his assistant.  As a struggling clothing designer barely making ends meet with a waiter job, Kristoff gladly hired him, happy that he could give him a higher wage with much, much better hours so he could practice his craft.  Since then, Sven had released a small clothing line which was slowly building momentum.  Kristoff knew that Sven would eventually make a name for himself.

“Well, I’ve got to run.” Said Sven.  He paused at the door and turned back with a delicate smile.  “If she’s the reason that there is a twinkle in your eyes, which I haven't seen for a long time... you need to chase her.  Boyfriend be dammed.”

Kristoff nodded slowly smiling in spite of himself.  “Thanks Buddy.”

*****

When Kristoff finally made it home, he collapsed on the couch and immediately fell asleep.  He slept like the dead until he was startled awake by someone pounding at his door.

He looked at the clock, bleary eyed which read almost midnight.  “What the fuck?”  He muttered as he walked to the door and looked out the peephole.  “Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”  He groaned.  He opened the door just wide enough to block the entrance with his big body. 

“You!  You bastard!” 

“How did you get in here Sunny?”  He asked with impatience.  She was clearly drunk out of her mind, and she reeked of alcohol.

“I know your code ‘member? ‘Member you told it to me?  When you loved me?”

“I never loved you.” 

“You told me, you told me you loved me.”  She slurred.

“No I didn’t.”  He talked through gritted teeth.  He was getting pissed off.

“Kris please take me back.  Please, I’m...”  She gagged then immediately turned her head and vomited all over his front steps. 

“Ugh.”  He said in disgust at the smell of the bile and booze hitting his nostrils.  “Go home, or I’m going to call the cops and have you arrested for trespassing.”

“Please Kris, I have no more money for a cab, I spent it all on drinksss...“  She hissed wiping the vomit from her mouth with her bare arm.

Kristoff sneered his nose at her.  “Wait here.”  He said and slammed the door in her face.  “God, what the hell?”  He muttered as he grabbed his phone and fished out $50 from his wallet.  “Yeah, hello?  Hi, I need a cab please.”  He told them the address and opened the door again.  He tossed the money at Sunny who was standing there swaying.  “Cab is on it’s way.  Please go home and never, ever come to my house again.”  He turned to shut the door.

“You don’t know what you're missing Kris.”  She slurred.  “One day you are gonna be sorry... sorry you lost me.”

Kristoff was laughing hysterically at that in his mind, but he didn’t want to be cruel.  Cruelty wasn’t in his nature.  He simply shook his head and said somberly.  “Well I’m sorry you think that, because that simply isn't the truth.”

He shut the door.  

“I’m not going to give up on us!”  She screamed at him from the other side.

Kristoff rolled his eyes as she continued to shout things at him.  He ignored her and watched out the window until the lights form a cab finally appeared and she shambled herself into the car.  When it was gone he grabbed his garden hose and washed the liquid vomit from his steps.  Then he walked down this driveway and immediately re-programed the gate code.  He couldn't help but glance at Anna’s house, and from his vantage point he could see her, staring out an upstairs window at him.  When she noticed he saw, she waved and gestured for him to come over.  He didn’t have to be asked twice. 

As he mounted her steps she opened the door and invited him warmly inside.  He liked being in her house.  The walls and the cabinets were all grey but the things she filled her home with popped with color.  She had rich browns and greens of every shade that complimented the many photos and paintings of trees that hung all over the walls.  When they had returned from the Pub the night before Kristoff had asked her about it.   She had shrugged.  ‘I just love trees.  The look, the smell... they make me feel happy.  I wish I lived in a forest.’  She had told him.   He thought that it seemed fitting that whenever he was in her house he smelled a faint hint of balsam.  He knew now it was from the many candles that sat on the mantle above the fireplace.

He took a seat on a sofa in her living room while she brought them each a cold glass of water.  “What was that all about?”  She asked with a smirk on her face.

Kristoff cleared his throat nervously.  “Ex.”  He said.

“She’s loud.”

“Oh, um I’m so sorry.  Did uh, did she wake you?”  He was embarrassed that Anna had heard the commotion. 

“Nah, I was writing, but my windows are always open and I overhead.”

Kristoff could only sigh and hope that Sunny never came back.  He glanced nervously around her place, not really sure what to say, when he noticed a bouquet of two dozen roses sitting on her kitchen island.  He looked back at Anna who was watching him closely.

“Hans is a consultant for major corporations  He gets me flowers whenever he is out of town for work.  Which is a lot.”  She said, smile gone from her mouth.

Kristoff was surprised that her voice sounded so sad.  He thought that maybe  it was because she was lonely for him when he was gone.  “That's romantic.”  he offered.

She only shrugged.  “It gets old.  Flowers die.”

Kristoff wasn’t sure what she meant by that.  “You must miss him being gone all the time.”

Her expression was so subtle he almost missed it.  Her eyes widened and her lips parted ever so slightly before she pulled her face back to normal. 

“Have you um, been seeing him long?”  Kristoff asked when she didn’t respond.  He truthfully didn’t want to hear her talk about Hans, but he felt a masochistic need to learn more about their relationship.

“Couple months, but he’s been gone so much I still feel like I barely know him.”

“How did you meet, if you don’t mind my asking?”

She sighed.  “He literally knocked me over, but I suppose it was my fault.  I was on my phone and not paying attention as he jogged by and when I stopped suddenly he plowed right into me.”

Kristoff wondered why her tone seemed so negative.

“He was so apologetic and nice, when he asked me out I kind of just said yes without really thinking.  He took me to a nice restaurant and we talked about books and art and all that stuff, and he just seemed so interested in me, and he actually listened when I talked, unlike a lot of other guys I’ve gone out with, so I agreed to see him again and we began dating.  He’s the perfect boyfriend and things seem so great between us... but,” 

She looked down with a frown, silent for a moment in thought.  Kristoff placed a hand gently on her knee and she slowly brought her eyes to his.  “But what?”  He asked softly.

All at once she became guarded.  “Ah nothing.  He’s sweet to me.”  She got up, forcing his hand to slide away from her leg.

Kristoff chided himself for pushing.  I shouldn’t have touched her, he thought.  He got up.  “Thanks for the water.”  He said as he headed to the door.

“So are we still on for Saturday?”  She asked, sounding a little more like her happy self.

“You bet.  I’ll see you at five.”  He smiled at her.

She smiled back, but he knew there was sadness behind it and he couldn’t help but feel that it was his fault.