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headoverhiddles · 6 years ago

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Dante’s Inferno - Beetlejuice x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Spending your undead life working at a brothel in the Neitherworld isn’t the worst. It gets even better when the ghost with the most pays you a visit at work.

Notes: This was supposed to be pure smut, but it got feelsy. Lol. It’s based on the scene where the brothel shows up in the movie!

You wave goodbye to Marcel, the vampire you usually get on Tuesdays. He's a regular (nice man) but he's into biting. You don't mind-- thankfully though, your madam, Madam Bones, knows a bit of cosmetic witchcraft, to get you fixed up before the next client.

You've been working here at Dante's Inferno Room for years, ever since you came of age. It's a fun way to pay the bills, and the characters you meet along the way are well worth it. Most of them have had a lifetime of experience with women too, seeing as they're all dead, so the actual work isn't too bad either. Dante's is a highly exclusive club, that can only be conjured by few, and gossip floats around the Neitherworld establishment, as freely as a ghost who hadn't learned the gravity incantation.

Every girl in this place seemed to dream of the 'dead's most eligible bachelor'-- but nobody says his name, for some reason. It was a jinx, a curse or something to say it. You're curious just who the man behind the myth is.

You let Madam Bones heal your neck, and she checks the time on a watch with spinning hands.

"Elliot Mortescue will be here shortly," she announces to you, "He's requested you specifically." Elliot is a dead baron-- a bit of a stuffy ghoul, and you assume he wasn't that much more fun in life than he is in the bedroom dead. But, he pays well, and he's also a regular, so you don’t mind how he always asks for you. He says he likes your horns best.

Elliot arrives, and you smile, beckoning with your signature plumping of your breasts and pouting. He smirks, taking off his top hat and stalking over to you, when you suddenly hear something outside.

About three of the girls are out on the verandas, luring someone in. The music of the place gets just a little bit louder, and you walk out past the less-than-pleased baron to see.

Standing on the balcony, you look down, and see a man who accomplishes a near impossible feat-- makes you quiver.

"It's him," your fellow dancer and coworker whispers, making sure her horns are brushed off, "It's--"

Another girl puts her hands over her mouth. She frowns, grows out her fangs, and snaps down. The second girl scowls, and shakes her hand.

"Don't say his name!"

"That's...?" you whisper, looking down.

"Uh huh," the second girl nods. "The ghost with the most. Any girl in here would just die for a night with him."

You see the ghost start to dance toward you, strange spikes protruding from his jacket. They disappear though, and you can hear the excited grunts coming from him as he slicks back his wild white hair.

"Mm... ooh, yeah..." He shakes his hips as he finally enters, and he rubs his hands together. "Ah, ladies. Ladies! I'm feelin' a little... anxious, if ya know what I mean."

A bunch of the demon girls giggle, and some others roll their eyes, though not without a sideways glance. The ghost grabs his crotch, and nods. "Oof, uh huh! I'm definitely in need of a little love, girls. It's been too long. Years. Hundreds of years, ya don't know what it's like!"

"Ohhh," everyone fawns over him, and he makes a show of choosing a girl. You watch him closely as he looks around, narrowing your eyes. He looks... familiar.

"Mmm, you look like a freak! But you're real spooky, babe, maybe I should..." He trails off, and his eyes stop on you. “Ooh. Ooh, yeah.” He licks his lips, shooting you finger guns. "I have GOT to go with you, babes. Knocking me outta the park with that look, holy, is it blazing like the fiery pits of hell in here, or is it just me, huh?"

Everyone else moans and sighs that he picked you, muttering about how all of the best always choose you. You just take this ghost by the collar, leading him up to a luxury bedroom. Once you're inside, you grin, pushing him up against the door.

“What would you like, and how would you like it?” you drawl. His eyes fly down to your breasts, and he palms himself.

“Mmm... I could probably finish just watchin’ ya stand there, to be honest, babes...”

You pout, circling him and nudging him away from the door. “But you don’t want that. And I don’t want that. I want you to finish inside me.”

He groans, a sound that goes straight to your pussy. The more you look at him in the hellish candlelight, the more attractive he gets. Although... there’s something about him that’s oddly familiar.

“I know watcha mean,” he growls, looping his arm around your waist and dipping you back, “But it’d still be hot, wouldn’t it?”

You lick your lips. “Oh, yes. You, sitting on the edge of the bed...” you walk him over like a dog on a leash, and sit him down, smoothing your hands down his shoulders, “...watching as I put on a little show...” You start to strip, opening up your shirt to expose your bra. The ghost is practically salivating by now, but you put your foot up, keeping it on his chest. “Ah ah. You wanted to watch. So watch.”

You snap your panties against your ass, and unhook your bra, turning around and winking. He’s dying to see you from the front. You toss the garment back, and squeeze your ass for him, moaning softly, imagining it’s him. He curses under his breath, and you hear the telltale sound of him rubbing one off. You hold up a finger.

“You know the rules.”

He stops, and you finally turn, striding over to him. You get on top of him, straddling him, and barely touch his lips with yours.

“Hooo,” the ghost sighs, “I am gonna need a good millennium to get over those tits, babe.” You kiss him gently on the nose, leading his hands up your torso.

“Maybe more.” You squeeze your breasts with his hands, and he groans even louder.

“Fuck. I wanna fuckin’ break this bed with you, babygirl,” he growls, teeth gnashing. He’s lost his playful side-- he wants you bad now. Arousal spreads through you as you drag down between his legs, kneeling. You quirk and eyebrow, and he licks his lips again, voice register dropping down to a regular tone.

“Detours are fine too, however.” You take him out of his pants, and he gasps at the contact. “Fuckin’ yeah. C’moooon, baby. Give me summa that,” he cackles, resting his hands behind his head as he leans against some invisible force keeping him upright. You put your hand on his knee, and use the other to take his cock in your hand, sliding your wet mouth down over it. “Holy fuckin’ shit,” he murmurs, “Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about... this was worth the wait, you better believe it, mmmm!”

You suck him until he’s clutching at the bed and knocking his hips up so fast you can’t breathe. You pop off, shooting him a dirty look, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Wassamatter? I facefuck you too rough?” He sets off cackling again, so you climb on top once more.

“Fuck me. Hard. Now.”

“Can’t disappoint the lady,” he smirks, and grabs you by the hips, flipping you over so he’s on top of you. You lean up to kiss him, but just as you do, you notice something. He does as well. He notices a small tattoo, right under your ear. His eyes widen, and yours do too.

It all hits you too fast, like the car that hit you on the bridge.

"Beetlejuice?" you murmur. He swallows, worry in his eyes.

"Uh. Oops. She said it once, I can forgive it. Twice, well--"

"Beetlejuice," you clench your jaw, and he lets out a high pitched squeal.

"Babes, wait--!" he blurts, and holds his hands up as he topples off the bed. You look over the edge, accusation in your eyes.

“You better give me one good reason not to say it one more time and send your ass back to that model!”

“I’ll, uh... give ya the best orgasm you’ve had in your whole undead existence?” A pillow hits him in the face, exploding with dust. He coughs. “Evidently, that was not a good reason.”

“You LEFT me!” you shout. To hell with your job. To hell with the money you would’ve gotten for finishing him off-- you’re pissed.

When you die, you forget things. You forget who you loved, who meant the most to you. You retain some of who you are, but not a lot sticks in the afterlife, here in the Neitherworld. The workers at the office see to that.

But the cracks all seem to be getting bigger, letting little fragments through. You used to babysit for the Maitlands’ newborn. You were between jobs, and needed the money... you had known Barbara from saying hi at the local grocery mart, and after that, you had practically lived at their old house, as a live-in nanny.

Until...

You were in that accident. The car, the bridge, the river... you had drowned, you weren’t hit by a car. You were in the car! You had ended up here in the working class of the Neitherworld, and... well, you had no idea where the Maitlands ended up, after they also died in the same accident. As far as you know, their baby had been adopted by the family who moved in... though that was just a rumor from Juno.

But Beetlejuice... you had met the ghost in the model, one night when you were lonely. Everyone else had been sleeping... he had found you, calling out softly for someone, and you had started some kind of strange affair. After a while, you started to develop feelings for him. Then he disappeared.

“Hello?? Dead guy with a boner lyin’ on the ground!” Beetlejuice shouts, and you very nearly smother him with another pillow. He jumps up, covers his crotch, and sighs. “Look. (y/n). Before ya kill me again, I... I had to go!”

“Why?”

“I just!” He clenches his jaw, shaking. “I can’t answer you! I can’t tell ya, alright?!”

“Why not?”

“Babes...” He sighs, seeing there was no way of getting around this. “I started to... feel stuff for you. I couldn’t stay, cause you were alive! You couldn’t fall in love with a dead guy. Young hot thing like you... much rather pay to bang demon chicks for the rest of eternity.” He realizes the irony of this, and looks you over, cringing. “How the hell did you become a demon?!”

“Probably by fucking a ghost,” you growl, walking him up against the wall with a finger pointed at his neck. He manages a nervous smile.

“Touche.” He sighs again, brushing hair out of your face. You find yourself leaning into the touch. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry! I am. I’m just a mess. Alright? I’m a dirty mess who knows I fuck up so bad all the time that I don’t deserve a... perfect girl like you.”

You look into his eyes, and smirk. “You want me to start playing the violin?”

He starts to smile, then laughs. You laugh as well, and his usual pizazz is back. He wraps his arms tight around you, then starts mouthing kisses up your neck. You moan, remembering how many times sex had been initiated like this. Your pussy is responding to the memories coming back as well-- with every touch from Beetlejuice, you remember one more little thing he used to do in bed to drive you wild.

You both fall to the floor, fuck the bed, and you get on top of him, lowering yourself onto his cock. You lean forward so your breasts are in his face, and he lets out an excited holler.

“Yeeeah!!” He buries his face in your breasts, motor boating. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” He licks your nipples, sucking them into his mouth and grazing them with his teeth. You can’t get over his horny, salacious expression, like he wants you so bad, he needs you, he can’t get enough. You rock down, biting your lip, and he grabs your horns, holding on for the ride as you both move in time with one another, as if no time had gone by at all.

“Baby, baby,” he moans, “Ya gotta forgive me. I’m so fucking horny for you, I gotta come.”

“Come inside me, Beetlejuice.” Just then, in a flash of light, you both appear somewhere else. You look around, and he starts to laugh his ass off. “What?” you mutter, frowning at the plastic graveyard behind you.

“Ya said my name the third time!” he snorts. You turn to see his grave, and a couple of model houses. You laugh as well, and lean down, slamming your lips into his hard. He groans, hands going to your hips, and he gropes you as he pants your name and comes. He thrusts his hips up hard, and you gasp too, coming just as hard as he does.

You roll off, laying back on the uncomfortable plastic turf. “Well. You owe me my day’s wages.”

He smirks, ogling down your naked body and feeling a hand down it. “Happy to pay up. Just lemme pop down to my humble abode...” You roll over closer to him, cuddling into his arm as he brushes his nose against yours. “Wanna stay for awhile? Hope you like Italian.”

You hear a soft male voice. “What’s...?” You look up to see two people towering over you-- a familiar couple. “(y/n)! It’s been... years!”

“Barb? Adam?” you shriek, and Beej snaps his fingers fast, getting a dress on you. It’s two sizes too small, hugging you way too tight, but he just shrugs with a nasty smirk. The two ghosts above you look at each other, to you, then to Beetlejuice.

“Please tell me you didn’t corrupt our innocent babysitter, you horrible banshee,” Barbara snaps. Beej just grins in smug satisfaction, zipping himself up.

“Actually, Bab-- (y/n) corrupted me.” Shrieking laughter echoes through the model, as the ghostly couple shake their heads at what their afterlife had become.

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verai-marcel · 6 years ago

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Into The Wolf’s Den, Ch. 1 (RDR2 Fanfic, 18+ ONLY)

Summary: You wouldn’t say you were dating Arthur. But the two of you have spent the past three weekends rutting like animals in heat. When he finally invites you over to his place, what will you find?

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer: I just did some minor research on the D/s lifestyle; I don’t live it, I don’t know anyone who does, so this is all just some fevered self-indulgent fiction because I want Arthur to DOM THE HECK OUTTA ME. If you’re down for that, then come along for the ride.

Tags: Medium Honor Arthur Morgan, D/s, spanking, light bondage, porn with feelings, porn with plot, rough sex, sexual roleplay

Find it on AO3 here.

Chapter 1 - New Places

“You’ve been pretty happy these past few weeks. Finally gettin’ some dick?”

“Well…” you trailed off. You hadn’t told your best friend that you and Arthur were seeing each other. In fact, you hadn’t told her about him at all. You’d have to come up with something, and fast.

“You don’t have to tell me any deets right now, just tell me one thing: does he have a brother?”

You laughed. Leave it to your friend to know when to stop asking, at least for today. She knew that you’d tell her in your own time, but that wouldn’t stop her from dropping a hint every now and then that she wanted to know.

An alarm went off on her phone. “Shit, gotta run. Get some sleep before work, alright?” She grabbed her purse and took off, looking sleek and graceful in her high heels and pencil skirt. You just smiled and shook your head, comfortable in your sweats and beat up Converse, so dirty they were more grey than canvas. Anyone looking at the two of you probably wouldn’t expect the deep friendship that lay there.

You two had been friends since college, when you answered her ad to be roommates, and stayed as roommates throughout your entire time there. She was a few years older than you, finishing her bachelor’s in animal biology, while you went for your bachelor’s in criminal justice. You stayed in touch after college while she went for her doctorate in veterinary science, which she just got this year. She joked about making you call her “Doctor”, but you knew she was just kidding; she was humble about her achievements.

And you had been her foundation, her pillar of strength, when shit went down with her ex. You had always looked to her as an older sister, but that day, when you stood between her and her dirtbag ex, ready to put a fucker in the ground if he took a step closer, she seemed so much smaller. You never wanted that to happen again, so whenever she mentioned meeting a guy, you always demanded to meet them face to face.

You shook your head of the past. She was smiling now, and that was what mattered to you. You’d tell her about Arthur eventually. Just not yet.

You left the cafe and walked back home, a bit bummed that your coffee date had been cut short, but you knew what that alarm on your friend’s phone meant: an animal emergency. Your friend’s compassion for animals knew no bounds, and if someone hurt an animal, goddamn, her wrath was unstoppable.

Turning the corner as you walked the last block to your apartment, you heard your phone ring. Seeing the number, you smiled like a fool and answered the call.

“Hey sweetheart. You ready for tomorrow?”

“Of course. Just have to make it through today.” You tried to play it cool, but to be honest, you were super excited.

“Stay safe,” he said. “If you get hurt, lemme know, I’ll come right over and take care of ya.”

“I know. I’ll be fine.” You had gotten kicked pretty hard last week when a new prisoner refused to listen to you, and Arthur had dropped everything to come over and take care of you that night, even though you had insisted you were fine. After that kick, you had dropped the new prisoner to the ground with a few sharp moves, and the newer officers who hadn’t worked with you before now looked at you with both admiration and a little bit of fear.

Arthur was silent on the line for a few ticks, then sighed. “Alright. I trust you.” You could hear him take a deep breath. “I was wonderin’... would you like to come over to my place instead?”

A weekend at Arthur’s place. You had been wondering why he hadn’t invited you before. Was it like a sex dungeon like in the movies, with whips and chains and leather straps everywhere? You were so curious. He hadn’t outright said he was a Dom, but with a few internet searches and some hints to his inclinations that you noticed these past few weeks, especially last week when he ordered you to stay still while he took his time edging you, you were starting to believe your theory was true.

“Sure,” you replied, your curiosity outweighing your caution. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“So am I, darlin’.”

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You stood in front of a small apartment complex out in the boonies. It was actually kind of pretty, surrounded by ponderosa pines and large boulders. But because it was so far from town, not many people chose to live here, unless they worked in the nearby farms, or had no choice. Knowing Arthur’s circumstances, you figured no one else would let him rent there. You walked up the steps to #305, and knocked softly on the door.

After a few minutes, you knocked again.

“He just stepped out,” a deep voice said behind you. You quickly turned around and subtly lowered your stance so your center of gravity was more stable. A dark-skinned man stood at the landing before the steps leading up to Arthur’s door. He was tall, with the same build as Arthur, broad chested and with a calm energy that made you think he wasn’t a threat, but could be if he wanted.

“Oh? Do you know when he’ll be back?”

“I’m back,” a familiar voice said as Arthur rounded the steps, coming into the view. He looked at the other man, and gestured upwards.

“Charles,” the man said as he came up the steps. “I’m Arthur’s friend. I live one floor above.”

You introduced yourself and relaxed, knowing that he was a friend of Arthur’s. He must have helped Arthur get back on his feet after his time in prison. Arthur had reached the two of you as you spoke your pleasantries. You wondered how much Arthur had told him about you.

“I was just on my way back up. See you later, Arthur.”

Arthur just waved as Charles continued up the stairs. Then he turned to you.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, moving past you to unlock and open the door. “After you.”

You stepped inside far enough to let him in as well, and he flipped on the lights as he closed the door. It was a sparse studio apartment, with a door to the bathroom directly on the left, and a small kitchen on the right with a counter separating the kitchen from the living space. You kicked off your shoes and walked further into the apartment; the open living space was past the bathroom, and it was taken up by a king sized bed, a night stand, and a chest of drawers across from the bed. A closet with mirror doors was also across from the bed, which you noticed, remembering your first time with Arthur.

“Big bed,” you said absentmindedly.

“I’m a big guy,” he said, amused. You heard the sounds of a grocery bag, and turned to see him place it on the counter. Looking back at him, he shrugged sheepishly. “Was out of whiskey. Figured I’d grab some real quick before you got here.”

You laughed. The man loved his whiskey. He didn’t strike you as an alcoholic, he just legitimately enjoyed the stuff. You didn’t understand it, but then again, there were several things you didn’t understand about him, and were content to leave it be. For now.

“Now then. We need to talk,” he said as he guided you to sit at the counter. You hopped onto the one bar stool while he stood across from you, taking your hands in his.

“What’s this about?” you asked, already having an idea of what he was going to talk about.

“I think you know,” he said, observing your tone of voice and the look on your face, “but I’ll spell it out.” He leaned in closer to you. “I’ve got a Dominant personality. I need to know, before we go any further, if you’re okay with that.”

“As in, a Dom? Like BDSM?”

“Yeah.”

You blew out a breath. You were right. But you had questions. “What does that mean for me? And what does that term mean to you?”

“Good questions,” Arthur said, smiling proudly. “For me, it means I want to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt. I’ll push you as far as you can go. For you, it means trustin' me. It means givin' me control over you.”

You swallowed. That was asking a lot.

“You’ll always have the final say,” he continued. “The moment you say them safewords, you take your control back.” He touched your cheek ever so gently. “If that happens, I’ve failed as a Dom. And I don’t like failin’.”

His eyes were holding your gaze so intensely that you felt like you were being hypnotized. You blinked and pulled back, his hand falling back to the countertop. Could you do this?

“Will it always be like that?”

“It’s who I am,” Arthur replied simply. “I’ve been holdin’ back, but I can’t change me.”

“Is this… just a bedroom thing?”

Arthur was silent for a moment. “No. The way I’ve been treatin’ you lately, that’s more or less how it’ll be.”

You tilted your head in thought. He didn’t seem all that domineering to you, maybe a little overbearing. “I expected a Dom to be more… bossy.”

“A real Dom protects their sub. Too many idiots out there don’t get that. They think they get to do whatever they want. But a good Dom knows it’s all about makin’ their sub happy.”

You thought about his words for a few moments as he held your hand, massaging your knuckles with his thumb. It was kind of selfless, the way he was describing it. But you didn’t believe that anyone existed that could be that altruistic.

“What do you get out of this?” you asked.

“Havin’ you trust me enough to hand over complete control of your body is a high I can’t get enough of,” he answered, his eyes growing dark with lust. “Watchin’ you lose yourself in my arms is the best.”

You shivered, your body suddenly growing hot and needy for his touch. His honeyed words could’ve been a trap, but right then and there, with his gorgeous eyes looking at you like you were a sex goddess that he wanted to worship forever, you wanted to be completely his.

“Okay. I’ll try this.”

He smiled. “Glad I was right about you. Gonna give you a second safeword, okay?”

“Other than cherries?”

“Yup. Say ‘lemon’ if you’re reachin’ your limit and I’ll ease off whatever I’m doin’ to calm ya down. Can you do that for me?”

“Sure.”

He took both your hands in his and clasped them tightly, making you focus. “I mean it. I’m trustin’ you to be open with me, just like I am with you. No hidin’ or tryin’ to grit through somethin’. If it ain’t givin’ you pleasure, tell me.”

You nodded, unable to speak. This was a level of openness and honesty you had never experienced during sex, or anything else, for that matter. It was a breath of fresh air. You were both anxious and looking forward to it.

As Arthur walked around the counter to stand beside you, your heart beat faster with anticipation. He gently rubbed your neck, nuzzling your cheek with the tip of his nose. His lips grazed your chin.

“Would you like me to tie you up?” he asked seductively.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Spanked?”

“Yes.”

“Blindfolded?”

You hesitated. You didn't like losing your sight.

“Maybe next time,” Arthur said, sensing your reluctance. He spun the bar stool around so you faced him.

“Thought of a little scene. Remember that neighbor fantasy you told me about?”

You nodded. Oh God. Was he…?

“How's about I caught you sneakin’ around my place, and I need to punish you. Sound good?”

“Yes!” you said, perhaps too enthusiastically.

Arthur chuckled before pulling back. “Go sit on the bed. Play starts now.”

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Chapter 2 is here

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Eighty-Four: Pretending ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

Okay...this shouldn’t be too hard. Just play it cool - not too forward, he might suspect that. But also blunt enough even Naruto can’t mistake it. Once he gets his point across, he’s sure the blond will spread the news like wildfire.

And that’s exactly what Sasuke wants.

Making his way into his first period class - one he just so happens to share with Naruto - he takes his seat and just...waits.

Soon enough, in storms the Uzumaki like a tornado, just like every other morning. “Hey!”

“Hey.”

Sitting in the desk in front of Sasuke, Naruto pauses...and then squints. “...what’s with that look?”

“Look?” Heh, perfect. Of course the blond is familiar enough with his mannerisms to notice.

“Yeah, you’re all…” His nose wrinkles. “...grinny. What’s going on?”

“I dunno what you’re talking about, Naruto.”

“No, really! You’re...smiling. It’s weirding me out, man.”

“What, I’m not allowed to be happy?”

“Well, no! But…” Naruto looks to him skeptically. “...did something happen?”

“Like what?”

“I dunno! Is your brother coming home for a visit?”

“Mm, no.”

“Uh…” A hand itches at his neck. “...didja ace a test?”

“I do that all the time.”

“...true.” Curling a first under his chin, Naruto squints. “...this is buggin’ the heck outta me! What did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Then why are you smiling like that?!”

“Maybe I’m just happy. That ever cross your mind?”

“Nah, there’s gotta be a reason. There’s gotta be…” Examining his friend closely, Naruto’s lips purse, eyes nearly closed as he scrutinizes him. “...d’ya get a girlfriend or something?”

At that, the pretending starts. Expression shifting to mild shock for a moment, Sasuke then glances away. “...why would I do that?”

A knowing glint shines in Naruto’s eyes. “Ah! I saw that! You flinched!”

“W-what?”

“YOU FLINCHED!” The blond slaps a knee with a cackle. “You got a girlfriend!”

At the exclamation, several people look over...including a few girls, among them Sakura. Once they words process, she gives a jolt.

Ha...perfect…!

Doing his best to scowl and look...sheepish about it, Sasuke mutters, “Shut up idiot, you want the whole school to hear you?”

“What, and let people miss out on the juicy gossip? Dude, I thought it would never happen! You’ve had a stick up yer ass for so long, I was starting to think you were gay!”

...that earns a genuine deadpan. “No, I just...hadn’t found the right person.”

“Well c’mon, you gotta tell me! Who’s the lucky lady, eh? Tell me, tell me!” Practically bouncing, Naruto’s got stars in his eyes.

“Look...I don’t want you bothering her, okay?”

“Nah, course not! I just wanna know who finally got through that stone heart of yours,” Naruto snickers.

Giving a pensive glance, he pauses for just the right amount of time. “...her name’s Hinata…”

All at once, Naruto’s face goes slack, eyes wide and jaw hanging open comically. “...wait...you mean Hinata? Hinata Hinata?”

“What, you know more than one?”

“Well, no...but…” He seems to hesitate. “I just thought...y’know…”

“What?” Oh, this is too much fun...he never gets to see Naruto squirm like this!

“I thought she...liked…” In barely a murmur, Naruto admits. “...me…”

“...well, maybe she got tired of chasing after your dumb ass. You think she was gonna wait around forever?” Sasuke asks, leaning back in his chair as though taunting.

“...maybe. I dunno, it’s just...weird. But…” After a pause, he gives a gentle smile, which...takes the Uchiha back a bit. “...I’m glad she found someone to make her happy. Cuz...it wasn’t ever gonna be me, y’know?”

The sudden genuine moment leaves Sasuke without a reply. Out of all the reactions he’d imagined...this wasn’t one of them.

“...a-anyway!” Naruto springs back to normal, grinning sheepishly. “Maybe with you outta the running, Sakura will give me a date, huh?”

“Honestly, I hope she will.”

“...really?”

“Yeah. Maybe she’d make you happy,” he offers with a shrug. That, and it might be some sign she’d finally moved on from chasing him…

Naruto blinks, then goes a light shade of pink, itching his neck bashfully. “Heh...maybe! I-I mean, I hope so! It’d be...nice…”

Thankfully, it’s then their first period teacher decides to arrive, cutting through the chatter. So absorbed was he in the rather raw moment with Naruto, Sasuke forgot that everyone else seemed to be whispering.

Probably about Naruto’s outburst. Which is exactly what he wants: the sooner everyone thinks he’s got a girlfriend, hopefully the sooner they all start leaving him alone! And he can enjoy his senior year of high school in relative peace.

The class goes by easily enough, and soon the ‘infected’ people take their leave, each heading to new classrooms...and each bearing the news: Sasuke Uchiha has a girlfriend at last. The school’s most eligible bachelor (eugh he hates thinking that…) is officially off the market!

Of course...not everyone takes it so gracefully. A few girls go so far as to start crying, and he can’t help guilty flinches. Were they really that invested in someone they barely know…?

Come lunch, his first full act is in full swing: time to sit with her and...do whatever it is dating people do.

...what is he supposed to do?

Grabbing a tray of the same old stuff, he startles as she just...appears next to him! Smiling and perky, she asks, “So...where do you want to sit?”

Blinking as his brain plays catch-up - she really is having fun with this, isn’t she? - Sasuke then replies, “Uh...you pick.”

“Okay!” Thankfully it’s a corner table that’s typically rather unoccupied. Rather than next to him, she sits across...after a moment, he realizes it’s so they can face each other.

...good plan.

“So, anything interesting happen in any of your morning classes?” she asks, popping a tater tot into her mouth.

“Uh...not really. Though it’s probably pretty obvious the Naruto plan worked out perfectly.”

“Yeah...it is,” she admits, smiling a bit wearily as several girls behind her shoot dirty looks. That...makes him pause. He hadn’t really considered if she’d get any backlash. He was so concerned about his side of the plan - of finally getting rid of all the people chasing him - it just...didn’t occur to him they might get nasty if they felt jilted enough.

“...you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay...there’s been some, um...awkward moments, but nothing bad,” she assures him.

Something seems to weigh on his chest, and he mutters, “...anyone gives you trouble, you let me know. I’ll take care of it.”

Surprise makes her blink, apparently not expecting that. “...I will. But...I doubt it will come to that.”

“...better not.”

A span of silence blooms.

“...so, what about you?” he then asks.

“Hm?”

“Classes: anything cool happen?”

“Oh...well, someone managed to catch a textbook on fire in chemistry,” she giggles. “Thankfully it didn’t actually trigger the alarms, though...or everyone would have gotten hauled outside!”

He can’t help a snort. “Who the hell did that…?”

“I’m not sure, an underclassman I don’t know. He was so embarrassed, poor thing…”

And so it goes, the pair of them trading useless information about their day, then the previous weekend. Usually smalltalk feels so...forced, but this doesn’t. They just...talk. No awkward pauses or scrambling for a topic.

...he doesn’t really get that very often.

But, soon enough, lunch period is over, and it’s back to the grind of classes. “Well...see you after school, I guess,” Hinata offers.

“Got time to do anything after class?”

“Oh...I’m sorry, I’ve got volleyball practice,” is her reply, expression dropping in disappointment. “But, um...we don’t have any Friday, since we have a game Saturday!”

He mulls that over, hands in his pockets. “...would you rather I go to your game?”

That makes her startle a bit. “You’d...you’d want to go to a game?”

“Sure. Never seen one before, might be fun. Besides, gotta be there to support my girl, right?” Sasuke gives a soft grin.

To his surprise, her cheeks dust pink. “I...I would like that!” A smile then blooms wide across her face. “It starts at two!”

“Sounds good. Maybe we could, like...get dinner after, if you’re not busy?”

“Well, sometimes the team goes out, but...if we don’t, then...sure!” A hand tucks spare hair behind her ear. “...this is kinda funny, huh? It kinda...feels like the real thing. Not like we’re pretending.”

Taken aback, Sasuke glances aside, ears suddenly feeling warm. “...yeah, guess it kinda does.”

“...well, we can talk more about it a-after school - we better go or we’ll be late.”

“Yeah, later.”

Watching her go, Sasuke turns to head to his own fifth period class, feeling the warmth in his face spread. What is wrong with him? This isn’t real! It’s just...pretend! An act!

...right?

.oOo.

Welp, after far too long, here's a sequel to day 146 - more of the fake dating trope! Yay! I've wanted to do more of it for quite a while, but none of the prompts seemed to fit too well, but...well, obviously this one fits perfectly xD Uh ohhh, seems there's a wee spark of genuine feelings here...? And not just from Sasuke, seems like! Whatever will they do? :3c Anyway, I'd like to ramble more but it's VERY late, and I've got a busy day ahead of me tomorrow. So for now, I'ma sign off - thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uzumaki naruto #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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thelastspeecher · 5 years ago

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Bakery AU - Decorating the Cupcakes

On the discord last night, we talked about the Bakery AU a bit, and that got me inspired to write some cute fluffy shit. Because you can always use some cute, fluffy, cupcake-involving writes in your life. Enjoy.

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Stan walked into the kitchen. The person Lute had sent him in to talk to, Angie, was decorating a three-tier wedding cake. The tip of her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth. Stan had noticed before how that always seemed to happen when she focused intently. He inhaled.

“Smells good in here,” he said. Angie looked up from the wedding cake.

“I sure hope so!” she chirped. “Since I baked some cupcakes earlier, if it don’t smell good, then somethin’ went wrong.” Angie nodded at the wall hooks by the door, where Stan’s apron was hanging. “Get suited up, boyo.”

“Boyo?” Stan mumbled, putting his apron on and tying it around his waist.

“I’m older than you by a couple months, I can call ya that,” Angie replied. She frowned at the wedding cake, then sighed. “Well, that’s as good as it’ll get fer now. C’mon, join me.” Angie strolled over to the counter by one of the ovens, where a large number of cupcakes had been laid out. Stan followed, dread building.

“Uh, when Lute said you were gonna teach me, I thought it was more baking lessons.”

“Nope! Decoratin’.” Angie grinned at Stan. “It’s high time we got ya started on that.”

“Shouldn’t Lute be teaching me? He’s got the nicest handwriting.”

“Sure, but I have steadier hands. That’s why I’m the one who does the more important decorations and finer details.” Angie walked over to the fridge and opened it. “Havin’ steady hands was really useful back in labs in school,” she added, seemingly as an afterthought.

“Labs?” Stan asked, hoping to delay the decorating lesson. Angie nodded.

“Science labs.”

“Was it a gen ed requirement or something?”

“Pardon?” Angie frowned at him, bemused.

“I mean, if you went to culinary school or majored in uh…I dunno…food or whatever, why would you take science labs, if they weren’t gen eds?”

“Well, yer mistake there was assumin’ I went to culinary school. I didn’t.” Angie began to dig around in the fridge. “Went to a fancy science technical school. Got myself a bachelor’s in science. Major in biology, minor in chemistry.” She removed a few containers of frosting. “‘Course, the whole environment or atmosphere or whatever ya want to call it, it was rough. Very competitive. Dog eat dog.” She closed the fridge door with more force than necessary. “Rich snobby folks who didn’t like the charity case farmgirl from Arkansas,” she spat. Stan grimaced.

Fuck. The last time I saw her this pissed off, it was when I let slip that I got kicked outta the house. She and Lute seemed ready to drive to Glass Shard Beach and beat up Pops themselves. Angie let out a long sigh.

“I’m not that heartbroken over bein’ done with that school,” she continued. “Didn’t like just about anyone there.”

“…What school was it?” Stan asked.

“West Coast Tech,” Angie answered. She carried the frosting over to the counter. Stan’s jaw dropped.

The fancy-ass school Ford couldn’t get into?

“I know, I know, I don’t seem like the type to get into a place like that,” Angie said, setting the frosting down. She began to dig through drawers, pulling out various utensils.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just-” Stan chewed on his lip. “Remember how you tricked me into blabbing about my twin brother, Ford?”

“Vaguely.” Angie’s tone was light, but her shoulders tightened. Stan recognized this behavior. She was getting ready to jump to his defense.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t about him being shitty or my dad being shitty or anything like that,” Stan said quickly. Some of the stress left her shoulders, but Angie was still visibly on edge. “It’s- Ford’s a genius. Like, legit genius. And he didn’t get into West Coast Tech. So to hear that you got into it, it’s-” Stan winced. “There’s no way for me to finish that sentence without insulting you, is there?”

“Nope. But it’s fine.” Angie smiled at him. Stan felt his heart flutter. “I get it. And thank you fer sharin’ more ‘bout yer past.”

“Well, you were telling me about yours, so fair’s fair,” Stan said with a shrug. Angie chuckled. “But if you went to West Coast Tech for science, how’d you end up owning a bakery with Lute?”

“I took a gap year after I got my bachelor’s.” Angie leaned against the counter, her gaze distant. “Needed it, after the awful climate at WCT. They accepted me into their grad program, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stay there fer it or not. Anyways, while I was tryin’ to decide, Lute visited. And signed the two of us up fer a bakin’ competition.” Angie shook her head. “Still don’t know what possessed him to do it. Maybe he saw a flyer while he was out at a club or somethin’.”

“And you guys won the competition?”

“Oh, heavens no!” Angie laughed. “A professional baker beat us. But we got second place, and managed to impress one of the judges enough that he told us if we wanted to start a bakery, he’d give us the money we need to get it off the ground.” She shrugged. “And we took ‘im up on the offer.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“Yep.”

“What about your science degree?”

“What about it?”

“You didn’t do anything with it.”

“Eh.” Angie pointed at him. “Don’t think I can’t tell exactly what yer doin’, by the way. Lute ‘n I used to pull the same thing to get out of doin’ work. Yer tryin’ to get me to jabber ‘n jabber ‘n jabber until we run out of time fer ya to learn how to frost some cupcakes. No sirree bob.” Angie handed him a pastry bag. “First, we need to put the frosting in the bag. Then we can get to work on frostin’.”

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For about fifteen minutes, they worked quietly, Angie preferring to show him how to decorate, rather than tell.

“Oop, yer a lil off,” Angie said in a soft tone. She reached for Stan’s hand. The second her skin touched his, Stan froze. “Uh, Stan?”

“I, uh, um-” Stan stammered.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Uh, no. No.”

“Okay, well, here, let me help.” Angie carefully put her hand over Stan’s, guiding and steadying him. Her fingers were much smaller than Stan’s, slim, warm, and gentle. Stan could feel his face beginning to flush. “Like that. Got it?” Stan’s face burned. “Stan?”

“Yep. Yep. Got it,” Stan mumbled.

“Good.” Angie let go of his hand. “Oh dear, yer shakin’ like a leaf! Are ya sure yer okay?”

“Y-y-yeah. I am.” Stan set down the pastry bag. “So, uh, it seems like a bit of a waste to have me decorate these, since they won’t be good enough to sell.”

“Oh, that won’t be a problem,” Angie said cheerfully. “We can always sell ‘em at a discount. Or donate ‘em to the food bank. We’ll prob’ly do the second one. Folks always want cupcakes fer parties, and people with money issues should have access to ‘em, too.”

“…You and Lute are good people,” Stan said quietly. Angie began to set aside the decorated cupcakes.

“We try,” she replied.

“You succeed. I’ve seen how much stuff you donate. Most people wouldn’t do that.”

“We were raised right, is all. And I can tell yer tryin’ to get out of yer lesson, again.” Angie wagged her finger at him playfully.

“Heh. You caught me.”

Not really. Stan watched Angie continue to pick up a few small things here and there. You guys really are good. A lot better than I am, that’s for sure. Better than Ford, too. Angie gave up science to bake cupcakes and brownies with her twin brother. Ford gave up on me to go do science. A thought occurred to him.

“Do you miss science?” Stan asked. Angie eyed him.

“Stan, we really should get back on track.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But before we do, will you answer that question?”

“…Fine.” Angie looked down at the counter. She brushed a few stray sprinkles away. “Yes. I do miss it sometimes. I really liked bein’ in biology and chemistry. I mean, I’m happy now, and I don’t think I’d give up what Lute and I have goin’ fer us. But I definitely miss bein’ a scientist.” Angie smiled faintly. “It really…spoke to me. Y’know?”

“Yeah. I do.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey, uh, if you miss science, maybe you should sorta, um, mix it with the bakery.”

“What?”

“Ugh, I can’t fuckin’ talk sometimes,” Stan said with an awkward laugh. He coughed. “You could combine science and cupcakes.” Angie was now watching him intently. “Like, um, make science-themed cupcakes or whatever.” Angie’s eyes widened. “Make stuff look like beakers or test tubes, or do those uh, those stick drawings.”

“Yer referrin’ to molecular diagrams.”

“Sure.”

“Ooh.” Angie’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, goodness, Stan. That’s brilliant! Yer a genius!”

“I don’t think-”

“No, seriously, that’s an amazing idea. We could partner with a science camp or somethin’, make it a whole event and have science-themed pastries all day. I love it!” Angie gushed. Stan blinked.

“R-really?”

“Yes!” Angie jumped excitedly. She walked over to Stan and took a hold of his hands. A slow smile began to spread across Stan’s face. “Oh, I have to talk to Lute, and we’ll set up a whole thing. This’ll be great. Perfect way to indulge my scientific side and it’ll be a good promo thing. Goodness, goodness, goodness.”

“Glad you like it,” Stan said, now grinning broadly. “I guess we should get back to-” Angie kissed him on the cheek. Stan’s face immediately turned deep red. He stumbled back, knocking over the tray with the wedding cake on it. The wedding cake went flying, collapsing into crumbs and bits of frosting. Once the air cleared, Stan met Angie’s eyes. Her mouth was open in a silent “O”. “Angie’, I’m-” Stan started. Angie burst out laughing.

“What a day!” she chortled. “I find out more ‘bout yer mysterious twin brother, you tell me I should have a science-themed day fer the bakery, we destroy the weddin’ cake I spent the last couple days on.” She wiped a tear away from her eye. “Dear me.”

“You’re- you’re not mad at me?” Stan asked quietly. Angie laughed again.

“What? No! I was the one who startled ya. Sorry ‘bout that. It was a bit forward of me.”

“I- um, it’s- it’s fine,” Stan mumbled.

If you wanna really apologize, you could always kiss me again. The suggestion died on Stan’s tongue. I shouldn’t say that. She kisses Lute on the cheek all the time. It doesn’t mean she likes me romantically. Honestly, it almost definitely doesn’t mean she wants to be more than friends. And if I tell her to kiss me again, she’ll get pissed and Lute will get pissed and they’ll kick me out, and-

“Stan?” Angie’s voice broke off Stan’s panicked thoughts. “Uh, not to end our lesson early, but I think I need to get to work on replacin’ the weddin’ cake. So maybe you should go help out Lute up front.”

“Oh! Yeah. Yeah, I can do that,” Stan said quickly. Angie nodded, still smiling. Emboldened by the fact that she wasn’t upset with him, Stan took a step forward. “But before I go up front…” Angie looked up at him, curiosity in her bright blue eyes. Stan plucked a large cake crumb out of Angie’s hair. He grinned at her. “You had something in your hair.” Angie turned pink. “All right, now I’ll go help Lute. I’m sure he’s completely failing without me around.” Angie chuckled softly, her cheeks still flushed. Stan winked at Angie and walked out of the kitchen. Lute, organizing a few pastries in the display case, looked over.

“Uh, did ya have a food fight with the cupcakes?” he asked. Stan ran his hands through his hair, combing out the crumbs.

“Nah. I knocked over the wedding cake. So she’s gotta make a new one instead of continue teaching me how to decorate.”

“Wait, what? Oh man, I bet Angie gave ya quite the dressin’ down.”

“No, she didn’t.” Stan joined Lute by the display case. “She laughed, actually.”

“…She did?” Lute’s voice was quiet. Stan looked at Lute. He seemed to be thinking hard about something.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothin’,” Lute said after a moment. He cleared his throat. “All right, let’s get this place shipshape.”

“You got it.” As Lute bustled around, getting the bakery ready to be opened, Stan glanced back at the door leading to the kitchen. Stuck in his mind was the sound of Angie’s laugh, the sparkle in her eyes, her blushing face.

“Hey, daydreamin’ Steven,” Lute’s voice said, startling Stan out of his reverie. Stan looked up. “You ready fer the customers?”

“You know it,” Stan said confidently. Lute flipped the sign over to read “OPEN”.

It’s showtime.

#I bring you fluffy bakery Stangie on this fine summer's day #I hope it is to everyone's satisfaction #it's certainly to mine #Bakery AU #Stangie #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Lute McGucket #my writing #my stuff #ficlet #speecher speaks

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imagineit-here · 6 years ago

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Comethazine - Memory Lane

“Damn mami, you look sexy as hell”, Jahmeir eyed you up and down, taking in your gorgeous body. You smirked, walking past him and going to look in the full body mirror y’all had to admire your body and your tiny baby bump in one of your Fashion Nova dresses.

“Shut up, you gonna try and pin my ass down and I really can’t have that. I’m tryna make it to dinner this time”, you whine, knowing full well that you won’t leave this house cause of his horny ass. He’s always been like this, since the day you guys met.

2 Years ago - Comethazine’s POV “Man I’m really just trying to get new kicks”, I spoke, entering the sports store. I was really digging the new FILAs, hoping I could cop a pair. “Yo man, can I get them huge ass FILAs?”, I told the homie who came to help me. “Uhm, lemmie hand you over to the manager. She’s gonna tell you when they’re back in stock” He disappeared into the back as I continued scanning through for more goodies. “Hey”, a smooth voice spoke. I turned around and was met by a smiling lil’ lady. She was dressed in the store shirt that was tied up to show her belly, some black fitting leggings, and black some heels. She threw me off my game for a lil’. I quickly looked back up to her eyes which were squinting at me with a ‘really nigga?’ look.

“Right, I was asking for the FILAs. Y’all have em?”, I quickly snapped out of it and continued to walk around, looking at her through the mirrors all over the walls. “Yeah, I don’t know why Donny forgot we got a new stock. Lemmie get some from the back”, and with that, she trotted off, making sure she walked like she was in a damn catwalk. “Damn, y’all see her?”, I turned around to my homies who equally agreed that she was bad. It’s not even like she was one of them big booty hoes, she just had a different feel to her, on top of that, she was naturally beautiful. Just my type.

“Here”, she came back out, her glossy lips smiling happily as she seemed satisfied to find what I was looking for. I quickly tried them on, liked them, and was headed for the checkout. “So, you taken? Y/n”, I put on my most desirable face, as I read her name tag. Our eyes connecting only for a split second before she looked back at the register. A small shy smile appeared on her face and I already knew I had her hooked. “No”, she timidly answered, her answer excited me as a smile also creeped up on my face. Little did I know that that would be the beginning of a roller coaster fucking joy ride.

Y/n used to show up to my shows whenever I was in town, I always tried to make time for her. Always fucking whenever I got the chance to see her. She was like a lil drug I couldn’t get enough of. It had been about 9 months and I tried to keep this long distance thing going on. It was a shock for her cause she didn’t know who I was, let alone the life I was living. I cared for her, however, the life I was in didn’t allow for a monogamous relationship. I explained everything to her. She didn’t take it well, but agreed to just be fuck buddies, I know that’s not what she wanted but I couldn’t put her through something I couldn’t commit to.

“Y/n?”, I lowly called out as I entered her crib. She always left a spare key in the flower pot outside just incase I showed up after shows. I took off my FILAs and placed them neatly by the door. The lights were off and I could hear some Masego playing in her room. She must be asleep, she always plays Masego when falling asleep. I made my way up the stairs, shit, I was a lil’ high so it was a struggle

I slowly opened the door,making sure it didn’t make too much noise. Her bedside light was dimly lit so I could see her perfect body. There she was comfortably sleeping on the bed, probably dreaming of me. She was in some velvet shorts and a sports bra. Fuck... she looked sexy. I crept into the bed, laying my head on her ass, gently smacking it a little, my ass. I missed it. She groaned a little, then abruptly got up, causing my head to fall hard on the bed. “Chill the fuck out baby it’s only me”, I chuckled, picking my head back up and perching my elbows on the bed for support. “You snuck up on me you fool”, she playfully slapped my cheek, then gave me a long ass kiss. “What’re you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be back till next week”, she says now playing with my hair as I stared at the ceiling, thinking of my answer. “Ionno”, I shrugged which made her giggle. “You stupid” “I missed your ass”, I said, facing her now, all she could do was smile, then it turned into a frown. “How many bitches were you fucking?” God, I hated it when she brought this shit up. Always makes me feel guilty and shit. But I knew where my heart was - with her. “Don’t think bout that mami” She sighed and looked down. I hated seeing her sad, cause truth is, I think I was in love with this girl and I ain’t fuck nobody. The only logical thing for me to do was say... “Marry me”, I blurted out. She looked up at me confused, surprised and caught off guard. “What?”, her voice cracked a little. “Marry me”, I said again, nonchalantly. I been knew she was the one. “Jahmeir I’m not playing with you”, she sternly said, getting up off the bed and walking to the master bathroom, tying her hair. I stood up too, followed her to the bathroom and stood by the door, watching her as she had an angry expression on her face. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her. “I mean it”, I said spinning her around to face me and pinning her against the sink, gripping her sides gently. We were face too face, her gaze never breaking mine, even though she looked mad. “I... mean... it...”, I lowly said, giving her kisses all over her face in between my words. “I’m in love with you girl, I knew it from the start” She giggled, playfully pushing my face away. “Ha ha, very funny” I got down on one knee, held her hand and started to speak. “Baby, I mean it when I say I’m in love witchu, I’ve never felt this way about nobody. I ain’t fucked nobody cause I knew that you’re the only one I want to continuously give myself to. Baby, I love you. I only wanna be with you mama, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, build a family, grow old and shit. I’m not very good and this lovey dovey shit but you are the woman I wanna marry. I wanna be the man to put a smile on your face everyday. Will you marry me Y/n?” I said every thing on my chest. She stared at me in awe. “Stand up, I love you I love you I love you. A million times yes”, she said as she jumped on me giving me a thousand kisses at once. “I love you, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment baby”, she said, staring at my eyes, then trailing down to my lips. I set her down on the sink, gently kissing all over her neck. My hands explored her body as I left softly sucked on her neck. She let out a small moan and her hands immediately gripped my face, crashing her lips onto mine. “I love you”, she whispered, a smile formed on my lips and I connected our lips once again.

I picked her up and steadily made my way to her prince bed, our lips still locked. My hands firmly gripping her perfect little bum as we stumbled past the stuff on the floor. I gently placed her on the bed and immediately glided on top of her. Our lips crashed once again, playing tug of was with our tongues. I broke the kiss only for a split second and pulled off my shirt. Her now dark eyes already undressing me. Her hands unknowingly explored my back muscles as I started to leave wet kisses just before her breasts. My teeth teasingly taking down her sports bra, my mouth lightly grazing her beautiful racks which caused her to giggle. “You know my boobs are my ticklish spot”, she giggled but eased into it soon enough, placing her hands gently on the sides of my face. I chuckled in response but ignored her comment, diving into her boobs, slowly sucking on her right tit and lightly running my index finger on her left. A small moan escaped her lips, God that made me wanna fuck the shit outta her. My lips trailed down her belly, up and down. I stopped when I got to the band of her shorts, pulling my head up and lifting my body, now I had a clear view of her. “Stop staring”, she stuck her tongue out at me which caused me to roll my eyes playfully too. “Oh you were expecting me?”, I lowly teased when I saw she had no panties on. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. These shorts look cute on her but they gotta get the fuck outta here. I thought to myself, tossing her shorts to God knows where and slowly parting her legs. “Daddy’s gonna eat today”, I said as I licked my lips and dove into my dessert.

- Y/n and I’s wedding day was the best day of my life. Even if we were quite young, we both knew we wanted to spend forever with each other. Surprisingly, on both ends, everyone supported us. Y/n wanted it to be an intimate wedding with only our friends and family. My side of the family had other ideas. Over a thousand people showed up, I didn’t know I even knew this many niggas. It was all love though. There was that store clerk that I always bothered for alcohol, the nigga by the gas station, shit, even the postman. All the people I was around when growing up were there. Now listen, I ain’t never shed a tear in a minute. But when I saw my baby walk down the aisle, I was sweating. I wanted everything to be perfect, I knew just what would make her happy. So I pulled some strings and managed to bring Masego to perform. Y/n almost passed out when she saw him as she walked with her pops, it was like she was getting married to him! The second part of the wedding, the night show, was crazy.

The stars came out and the alcohol came out too. That explained why the toasts were mad crazy. There was a lot of ‘We didn’t think you’d settle down’ some ‘you’ve left the bachelors gang’ but most of all, a lot of ‘we wish y’all the best’, I was grateful for all. Y/n and I wore matching navy blue outfits, my suit, which I looked dashing in blended well with her short but classy navy blue dress that was open at the back. Man we were a sexy couple.

Y/n and I opened up the dancefloor with Masego playing in the background. The lights were dimmed down a little to set the mood, the dancefloor covered in rose petals. It was beautiful. “I adore you!”, Y/n cheered which caused our audience to laugh. The nigga never broke out of character, I see why Y/n obsesses over him. “And I adore you”, I lowly said, staring at her. My hand positioned on the small of her back and the other holding her free hand. A cheesy smile plastered to her face, that smile never left her lips. She was glowing, I was too. It felt like time slowed down for a moment. It was just her and me - oh and Masego. Life with her has been absolutely perfect.

Present time - Your POV “What? You don’t feel like going anymore?”, you said as you looked through the mirror at your husband who was perched on a chair staring into the distance with a goofy smile on his face. “Huh?”, he snapped out of his daze and focused his attention on you. “You’ve been sat there with that stupid smile for the past ten minutes”, you giggled, adjusting one of the necklaces Cometh had gotten for you once upon a time. He stood up and made his way to you, wrapping his arms around you from the back, placing his hands on your little baby bump and resting his head in the crook of your neck, staring at y’all too in the mirror. “Life’s crazy baby, who woulda thought I’d be here with my beautiful wife waiting to bring a beautiful baby to this world? A nigga’s living his best life, on gang” You looked at him with a puzzled look. “Is that what you were thinking about?” “Yeah” “Who woulda thought I’d be married to the guy I met at the sports store?”, you laughed a little. “Mmm me?”, he said turning you to face him, kissing your lips ever so lightly then turning you back to lightly smack your ass. “Ready to go?”, he pulled away from you and started to brush his hair as he slowly paced around the room.

You scoffed at him with a smile, continuing to put on your hoop earrings. This crazy man was yours, all yours. And you couldn’t have it any other way.

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mysteli · 6 years ago

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es in vegas (choices crack series) part 1

A/N: This is gonna be so weird I already know! But it’s hopefully gonna be fun. This is my first crack-fic so don’t mind if it’s a little messy but this first chapter is the lead up to Vegas so it’s bound to be all over the place. Anyway, I hope you like it! You were all really excited for this so I hope I did it justice!

Warning: the best way to describe this is probably... mature? mainly of the content in it because if it’s just clean then it ain’t really Vegas. this series will feature implied nsfw but not really anything descriptive (mostly just mentions), exaggerations on use of alcohol, strong language and... crazy behaviour? It’s just weird and I’d proceed with caution...

PS: this chapter does feature a little bit of nsfw but it’s barely anything... it’s just a little innuendo.

Disclaimer: most of the plot belongs to the Hangover and the characters belong to Pixelberry. I’m just mashing the two together.

Pairings: Jake X MC, Craig X Zahra, Diego X Vaaryn, Aleister X Grace - just the OG pairings for now but things could change ;) -

Tag list: @brightpinkpeppercorn @likethetailofacomet @xo-endlessmayhem-xo @sceptilemasterr @indiacater @chyeahboy @candychoices @zaffrenotes @nicknameking @bailey-choices @szeherezada @whatsernamerps @aries-light @endlessly-searching-for-you @justboredtrash @beckettsattunement @gerrysacushla @mind-reader1 @sweet-honeybird @allykrane @seraxa @violarobics

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Summary: With Aleister and Grace set to be married in a matter of days, the gang decide to have separate last minute bachelor and bachelorette parties before they tie the knot. And what better place to go than... Las Vegas!

Words: 9003 (I apologise in advance)

ENDLESS SUMMER IN VEGAS PART 1 - SIN CITY

“Oh my god... oh my god.. is this really happening?”

The shaky excitement practically bouncing off of Grace’s usually more timid voice echoes in Logan’s ears, as she once again listens to Grace having a literal panic attack over a goddamn party. Sure, it makes sense. She sounds excited but the worry seems to shine through more than anything. It’s painfully obvious that she isn’t too experienced in parties or a lot of social events and it appears in her voice like she’s trying to hide the fact that there are any nerves activated at all.

Grace worries about everything. She overthinks things way so much almost all of the time and ever since she and Aleister announced their engagement, she’s done nothing but excessively worry about planning the wedding. Now, with only a few days to go, the group came to the conclusion that both of them needed a break. So they all suggested separate bachelor and bachelorette parties so that the two of them can cool down and at least enjoy their last few nights as single people. With this idea in this place, Grace and Aleister were pretty up for it... until Jake chimed in with the addition of going to Vegas.

Of course he would be the one to announce that sort of idea and everyone was really excited about that and Grace and Aleister had no choice but to accept, no matter much they tried to say how much they wanted something quaint and simple. They’re crazy if they think a trip to Vegas is gonna get put aside when it comes to their group. Besides, it seems like a great chance to bond together again and enjoy a nice weekend in America’s most sinful city.

Now they’re around an hour away from leaving and Logan has been trying to finish her packing while Jake is on the phone trying to get out of work for the weekend. Should be pretty busy, even if he is the world’s worst liar. Logan basically give him that trait by pointing it out. He’s too dedicated to this Vegas trip to not be determined enough to get outta work so he should be fine. Meanwhile, Logan hasn’t been able to finish her damn packing since she’s been on the phone with an extremely anxious Grace for about an hour now. The girl is doing nothing but panicking. Clearly she doesn’t believe she can summon the courage to go to Vegas and actually enjoy herself. Maybe it’s the thought of being without Aleister for a night or maybe she’s just socially awkward or maybe she doesn’t wanna waste her money. She’s mentioned all those things and not settled on one.

Logan huffs in annoyance at Grace’s constant panicky state. She’s spent an hour now trying to keep Grace calm but nothing seems to be fucking working. She grabs her heels from the bottom of her closet and tries her best to keep up with Grace’s repetitive tangents.

“Logan... I am not prepared for something as huge as this.” Grace suddenly says and Logan rolls her ocean eyes, really not sure what to make of this entire scenario.

“What do you mean something as huge as this? It’s Vegas. You get drunk and have fun. That can’t be as difficult as getting married.” Logan points out, impatience running around her tone and she runs a hand through her platinum hair out of frustration. She can’t pack with all these damn distractions.

“Of course not but... I’m just nervous. What if we don’t come back? What if we get too drunk and make some dumb mistakes? Oh shit... what if we kill someone?” Grace is really starting to sound like an idiot now. It’s like she thinks they’re taking part in the fucking Hunger Games or something.

“Listen, Chidi... this is Vegas.” Logan smirks at the actual good nickname she just used. Wow... if only she said it in front of Jake. He would be so proud.

“Exactly. It’s Vegas. You’ve heard all the horror stories, haven’t you?” Logan can practically hear Grace biting her own nails and gritting her teeth because of how damn worried she is about this trip.

“You haven’t been watching those, have you? Cause that’s called clickbait, Grace.” Logan warns Grace and rightfully so. If Grace is worrying about what fake people are saying on the internet than this is just ridiculous.

Grace is silent for a moment and that is all the answer that Logan even needs. “...No.” is all Grace manages to mutter and Logan just rolls her sapphire eyes at the thought, stuffing her last shirt into her bag.

With a heavy sigh, Logan composes herself and tries to actually provide Grace with decent advice. “I’m gonna tell you this right now. Nothing bad is going to happen. It’s just all twelve of us having a fun time in Vegas. And remember you’re celebrating your last few days as a single woman, which means you gotta make the most of it! I suggest you loosen up and shed all those nerves because you’re gonna need your confidence when you’re out there.” Logan nods to herself proudly when she catches the sound of Grace sighing with a sign of relief, which clearly reveals that she’s calmed down at least a little.

“You’re right... I shouldn’t be worrying. I shouldn’t be panicking. I should be ecstatic because we get to go to Vegas and it’s my bachelorette party. This will be fun!” Grace seems to be trying to energise herself now with reassuring words and motivation. She’s not really talking to Logan anymore.

“Good. That’s the attitude we want, Grace.” Logan appreciates Grace’s sudden mood change and she releases a deep sigh when she realises this is a good time to hang up and finish packing. “Ok... well I’m gonna let you get to it and I’ll meet you at the—“

“Wait!”

“What?!” Logan questions, suddenly worried that something’s happened.

“What if Aleister hooks up with a stripper?!” Grace alarms Logan for no reason and she is left just completely fed up.

“Bye Grace.”

Logan swiftly hangs up her phone before she loses her sanity and the last of her brain cells. Exhaling sharply, she tosses her phone on the bed and tries to remember what the hell she was doing before. That conversation with Grace might have completely messed her up. Luckily, a lightbulb goes off in Logan’s head and she quickly gets back to finishing her packing. After about fifteen minutes of finishing everything up with her bags and cleaning the bedroom, Logan makes her way out of the bedroom, hooking her bag on her left shoulder as she exits the area. When she reaches the living room, her sapphire eyes glance over a familiar figure pacing back and forth, with a phone pressed against his ear. Of course its Jake and Logan can’t help but form a weak smile at the sight of him. He looks proud of himself and it probably means that he was successful in his plans to get out work.

From the corner of his eye, Jake spots his wife with her own ocean eyes fixed on him. He shoots her a flirty wink and a clean thumbs up before quickly finishing up on the phone.

“Yeah ok. I’ll see you Tuesday morning.” Jake ends the call and stuffs his phone in the pocket of his jeans before making his way over to Logan, who is eyeing him with expectancy. “I got out of work.” Jake declares with a natural confidence (something Grace definitely doesn’t have).

“Oh I know. I could tell by the sly smirk on your face.” Logan counters with her own smirk crossing her lips and she presses her palms against Jake’s chest after letting her bag drop to the floor. She doesn’t really seem to notice though and neither does Jake.

Jake responds to her action eagerly by snaking his hands around Logan’s waist and letting his hands explore the curves of her body. “That’s always there, Princess.” He whispers before leaning in and briefly bringing their lips together. He chuckles lowly as they pull away when he spots the clear excitement in his wife’s eyes. “Guessing you’re ready for Vegas.”

“Of course I am. I’m so glad we’re taking Furball as well!” Logan exclaims excitedly and Furball is propped up against the sofa, dancing with glee.

“Mmmmrf!”

“I’m also ready to down every drink I buy and...” Logan takes this an opportunity to have some fun with the moment they’re having. “...maybe see some strippers.”

“Oh really now? You’re lucky I won’t be there to kick their ass if they even look at you.” Jake retorts, a little surprised that Logan is choosing now to play a game like this. He leans in again, lips pausing inches away from Logan’s - their heavy breaths bouncing off of the other’s lower lip.

“You’re not gonna be there though, are you?” Logan pouts as she continues to torture Jake, meeting eyes with him and she can practically see his own darken with desire. Damn, they aren’t even in Vegas yet.

“Trust me on this though, darlin...” Jake begins, letting his eyes roam over Logan’s heavenly features and allowing his hands to be dragged up her back until they’re tangled in her hair. “...I’ll leave you so damn satisfied, you won’t even know those strippers are looking at you the way they will.”

With that, Jake yanks Logan in for a well overdue kiss, immediately building up a steady rhythm and the passion inside them both is let out the second their lips connect. They got about twenty minutes and that’s plenty of time to just get in some... rounds before they head off to Vegas. Besides, they’re gonna be separated most of the night so it isn’t a bad idea to just have fun with each other before they leave for Vegas. Hell, they don’t even know how they’re gonna survive at a party that is about Grace and Aleister. No offence to them but they aren’t exactly the most lively in the group. They’re the ones that tend to keep to themselves the most and reject the offers of everyone hanging out together but this whole thing they just couldn’t get out of. They prefer solitude and that’s their problem honestly.

Logan roughly bites down on Jake’s lower lip, taking it between her teeth for a few seconds and letting him know that she’s ready to spend the next few minutes using their more wild sides. Jake obliges, sweeping Logan off her feet in one swift motion and steadying her in the air by her waist. Logan helps by wrapping her legs around his waist, as Jake leads her over to the kitchen and carefully places her on the counter. The kiss never breaks and the heat never dies. It’s impossible for that to happen when it comes to them because they’re always wanting each other and needing each other. Maybe they’re just crazy but it also makes sense for people like them. Just shows how much they love each other.

Logan blindly uses her hands to guide Jake’s jacket off his body and he smirks against her lips as she carries that out. He breaks the kiss momentarily, letting his lips drift down her neck and his lips linger in one place for a moment. He’s almost preparing to leave some sort of love bite but before he can...

“Holy mothertrucking poop on a wenis!”

The sound of a very traumatised voice forces Jake and Logan apart and just the extreme exaggeration of the reaction to them gives away the identity of the intruder. Carefully and slowly, Jake turns to where the witness is standing and he barely manages to hold back a laugh, while Logan is left with complete embarrassment flooding her expression.

“Raj...” Of course it’s Raj. “Chill. You didn’t see anything gross. What you saw is what... pigeons do in broad daylight and I don’t see you getting mad at them.” What the fuck is Jake talking about?

Logan facepalms hard and her humiliation only grows. “Jake... please stop talking.”

Raj’s chestnut eyes are wide with disbelief, that natural innocence lost the moment he walked in on... this. Jake presses his lips together and avoids all eye contact with Raj as an attempt to stop himself from laughing his brains out. Logan cautiously hops off the counter and tries to bring back Raj back to the real world. The dude seems dazed and completely out of it.

“Raj?”

No answer.

“Mimosa Man? You okay?” Jake just has to chime in with that nickname.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to call him that.” Logan reminds Jake with arched eyebrows.

“No that’s the one he likes. The one he didn’t like was Tequila Stealer.” Jake responds and revisiting that nickname only makes it more difficult to not laugh.

At last, Raj manages to blink and breathe and gather himself finally. He flicks his gaze between the two lovebirds before him and he cringes a little when he reminds himself of what he walked into.

“Jesus would be disappointed in you...” Raj states randomly. It almost comes across like a joke but his solemn expression tells a completely different story. “...and the kitchen?! Really? That’s where you cook, dudes.”

“We’re sorry, Tequila St— I mean Mimosa Man.” Oof. Jake almost released the devil of all nicknames again.

Raj is really coming off as intimidating right now. This whole moment is just unbearable and awkward. “Ugh... okay. Come on, guys!”

“Where?”

“Vegas! Duh!” Raj rolls his brown eyes as a reaction to Jake’s stupidity. “We’re all going one of Grace’s mom’s limos so come on!”

Logan is taken aback a little by that statement. “But I thought we were taking Quinn’s minivan.”

“Catch on, my dudes.”

After what feels like forever, the oh so amazing limo that Grace’s mom had set up for them to drive in - with Grace being the only one who is allowed drive it because if anything happens to to it... well someone will get hurt - finally passes the memorable Welcome of Vegas, completed with a description of the city in one word... Fabulous! The limo is pretty sweet though but it does have one price. They didn’t even get an arranged driver. Grace has been bugging her mom about having her own responsibilities lately instead of having everything handed to her. Well her mom granted her wish by giving her the responsibility to drive the limo there and back and not damage it all in the process. What the fuck does she think they’re doing? They’re in Sin City.

Grace is starting to get frustrated with the amount of traffic that’s building up in their surroundings and they aren’t even that far from the hotel. Luckily, she’s a calm driver but if anyone else was driving this car, we’d have many problems and many arguments. Lots of noise. With the slight pause, everyone (yeah everyone is in the limo and even Vaaryn decided to tag along) takes this as a chance to talk about their plans for the parties.

“So... what do you all wanna achieve tonight?” Quinn challenges the group to name their goal for the night and everyone’s faces just light up at the thought of what they might do in Vegas - well everyone aside from Aleister. Grace is now a lot more into the idea than she was before and Aleister is really the only one left who is in denial. At Quinn’s question, everyone else is pleased to answer but Aleister just rolls his icy eyes and hangs his head, tuning out of the conversation.

Raj starts things off with some kind of far away fantasy that he seems really serious about achieving but no one could be drunk enough for it to happen. “My goal is to be drunk enough that I will somehow wake up and end up in Disneyland.” He tells the idea to the group rather confidently and he seems really proud of something like that. Quinn seems fascinated by it and she knows she’d love to do it too.

“Disneyland?! I would do it even if I wasn’t drunk.” Quinn exclaims, giddy and excited and her sky blue eyes sparkle with excitement.

“Pretty sure you’d need more than mimosas for that, buddy.” Jake points out, causing Raj to roll his eyes.

“What is with you and comparing me to mimosas, Jake? I like other things too.” Raj questions, raising his eyebrows bewilderedly at Jake.

Jake merely forms a devilish smirk and just that look is enough to know that a comeback is coming. “Like tequila?” He retorts, only earning a rough nudge from Logan who shoots him narrowed eyes of annoyance.

“Says you. Before I saw you and Logan fucking on the kitchen counter.” Raj randomly points out, completely exposing Jake and Logan and they are suddenly washed over with humiliation, as all their friends react about the way you’d expect them too.

“What? Why would you do that? It’s so unhygienic.” Michelle pipes up and it’s surprising that she’d be the one to say something as dismissive as that.

“Dude! We weren’t even fucking. We were barely even kissing!” Jake snaps, folding his arms out of irritation and eyeing Raj with complete disbelief, not finding the strength to believe he just exposed them like that.

“You looked like you were about to suck the blood out of poor Logan.” Raj counters, a sympathetic look on his face as he looks directly Logan’s way and she just shrugs her shoulders, unsure how to even react to whatever the hell just happened.

“You think I was trying to turn my wife into a fucking vampire or something? Actually that’s called giving someone a hick—“

“—Okay! Moving swiftly on...” Quinn cuts Jake off before he can completely tamper with Raj’s innocence. He don’t deserve that. “Let’s not ruin anyone’s lives today Jake.”

With that, Jake scoffs mockingly and leans back in his seat, his back sinking into the soft leather. Maybe he’ll learn that his comebacks are not needed, especially in times that are supposed to be fun like these.

“Who wants to go next?” Quinn surveys the sight of the limo, smiling faintly when her eyes land on one specific person. “...Aleister. What about you?”

Aleister doesn’t even glance up, shaking his head defiantly as his icy gaze remains fixed on his phone screen. “I’m not gonna participate in some ridiculous game, where you make up stupid fantasies that you’d never have the true guts to do anyway.” He snaps in a cold tone. It’s been so obvious from the beginning that he isn’t really up for this whole Vegas thing but he could at least pretend to be onboard for the sake of the rest of the group having fun.

In truth, everyone really needs this time to take a break from all their hectic lives. Everything has been going really well career wise but nobody has the time to relax or enjoy themselves for a while. That’s why this time away is so important to most members of the group and with the wedding so close, you’d think Aleister would be more eager to participate.

“Al... come on. Just tell us what you wanna do in Vegas.” Grace tries to reason with him since she’s the only one who ever has any success.

“I wanna sit around and do nothing. I’m aware I’ll be the only one who is sober throughout the night.” Aleister states solemnly, lifting his head momentarily and staring pointedly at Jake as he mutters those last few words. Damn, what a low blow.

“So wait... you’re not gonna drink?” Sean questions, raising his eyebrows with disbelief.

“Why the hell would I want to?”

“Um... because it’s your bachelor party.”

Aleister is flooded with a tension as those words come out of Sean’s mouth. “I never even said I wanted this but you all dragged me along anyway. I’d rather just be married but no... you all just had to hit me with the lie that celebrating my last few single days mattered.”

“Were not saying it’s a requirement. We just want you to have fun for once.” Logan points out, slightly offended since she’s the one who supported this whole idea when Jake suggested it in the first place. It’s actually a great thing but Aleister is too guarded to see that.

“Whatever, Logan. Just know that I won’t be drinking. I’d rather be sane, thank you very much.”

“Watch us spike it.” Zahra hisses, a devious smirk planted on her face and Craig high fives her in response.

Eventually, the traffic clears and the group finish up their conversations as the limo edges closer towards the hotel. Grace calms her frustrations with the traffic and you can tell she’s keeping it bottled up inside so she doesn’t lash out. She seems to be the type of person you wouldn’t expect to have a mean streak or a dark side but would have one anyway. Don’t judge a book by its cover is the lesson we’ve learned today. Now there is still one more matter to address...

“Oh my god... I still can’t believe you wanted to come to Vegas with us, Vaaryn.” Diego exclaims, probably the most excited out the lot. Mostly about the fact that his one true love was joining the group for Vegas. It sounds like a great thing and an amazing opportunity but at the same time... it could be devastatingly scarring.

“I’m mostly doing for you, my love, but it would be nice to experience more human things and Vegas you speak of, is a very popular place for sinning and I know that sinning is something humans do a lot of.” Vaaryn responds and he sounds completely clueless. He really doesn’t know what’s in store for him.

“Vaaryn... do you even know what’s in Vegas? Has Diego taught you anything?” Estela questions with a knowing smirk, shooting Diego a pointed look, who facepalms at what Estela is insinuating.

“He hasn’t told me much. Just that it has an Eiffel Tower and it’s very easy to lose yourself.”

Zahra sees this as the perfect oppurtunity to chime in. “Well then let me know tell you about the wonders of Vegas.” She declares, learning her chin on her fist and revealing a genuine look of interest.

“Please... don’t.” Diego pleads anxiously and Logan pats him on the back apologetically. “He probably won’t even understand what you mean.”

“I’ll explain it then. Very vividly.” Zahra counters, folding her arms.

“Oh man! Diego... your dude is so screwed.” Craig exclaims, obnoxiously laughing in the background at the scene and pointing mockingly at Diego, who’s head is now in his hands.

“Oh come on, this is mean. Just let Avatar find out for himself. Telling him is too easy.” Jake suggests and that causes Zahra and Craig to smirk and giggle in unison.

“You’re on. Have fun, Vaaryn.”

When Grace successfully parks the limo outside the Caesar Hotel, everyone leaps out and makes their way inside. The lobby is absolutely fucking huge and they have to really search using their eagle eyes in order to even locate the front desk. Luckily, they manage to spot it and Michelle leads the group over to the front desk, since she was the one who offered to pay for their reservation. She ends up paying for a villa, which is probably the most they could get out of Michelle since she isn’t great on spending all of her money on the room. But she’s a doctor! Who else was gonna pay?

Excited and energised, everyone rushes to get to the designated room, clutching the straps of their bags and being as careful as possible so they don’t drop them. But once they get to the room, all the carefulness and caution is pushed away and everyone just throws their bags to the side, amazing at the sight of the huge room. There’s thirteen of them so some of them may still have to get together in bunks but they would much rather just have one room together than be in separate ones because once the two parties travel back to the room, they can all celebrate together afterwards. It’s a strangely thought out system but it works for them so who is to judge?

“God fucking damn. I missed Vegas.” Jake suddenly points out and Logan raises an eyebrow at her curiously when he says that.

“When was the last time you went?”

Jake smiles at the thought of reminiscing. “Mike and I went to Vegas once when I brought him back to visit my family for the first time. We had a crazy fucking time in Vegas, I’ll tell ya that. Don’t actually remember much though.” Jake explains, laughing under his breath but exhaling sharply when he sees himself talking about Mike again.

Noticing, Logan wraps him in a hug and briefly brings their lips together in a reassuring kiss. “I’m sorry he couldn’t be here for this, babe. He just couldn’t get out of work like you could.”

“Yeah well... sometimes plane jobs suck.” Jake laughs before knocking his forehead against Logan’s and smiling. “You gonna be able to have fun without me, Princess?”

“I’m sure she’ll manage, cabron. Sometimes she’s tougher than you.” Logan and Jake turn to find Estela smirking at them, both hands resting on her hips.

What’s very different about Estela though is that she’s already fucking dressed?! It only feels like they’ve been in the room for 10 minutes or so. She done her makeup and her hair and everything in a matter of minutes. Aside from the timing, she also looks pretty fucking hot. For the first time in forever, Estela is dressed in a clean, skintight dress that is completely pitch black and pauses halfway down her thighs. At the front, in the centre, a golden zipper travels from the top to the bottom. To complete this whole ensemble, Estela has paired the simple yet so sophisticated dress with a pair of leather black heeled boots with zippers down their side. Her silky brunette hair has been let out of the normal ponytail and straightened ever so perfectly. This look appears like it took her hours when really she only spent a few minutes doing this.

Jaw dropped, Logan struggles to speak at the gorgeous sight that is Estela Montoya. “How the fuck did you get ready so fast?” is the best reaction Logan can summon.

Estela just giggles aloud, dusting off her dress and smoothing our her hair. “I’m just fast, ok? The others are being so fucking slow and you haven’t even started yet!”

Logan flicks her gaze between Jake and Estela, clearly confused. “Well I’ve been—“

“Eye-fucking your husband. I know and I get it but you gotta move your ass before I make sure you lose it!” Estela warns, arching her eyebrows and narrowing her dark eyes at Logan, causing her to panic a little.

Logan swiftly turns to Jake and he just laughs at the fact that she’s asking for his permission. “Go ahead, darlin’. I’ll be out here to see you before we go.” Jake urges, planting a quick kiss on her forehead before letting her go get ready.

Jake watches her walk into the other room, biting his lip at the sight of her and his cerulean eyes darken slightly. It’s Estela’s exhausted groan that suddenly brings him back to reality. He glances back at the brunette to find her staring at him with disbelief.

“What? I love my wife. What’s fucking wrong with that?” Jake questions, his intentions appearing rhetorical and Estela notices that.

“Nothing. The look on your face is what’s disgusting.” Estela retorts, shaking her head at Jake with an expression where you can tell she’s been cringing.

“Ha. Ha.”

Logan finally finishes touching up her makeup with the rest of the girls and she’s finally ready to take on Las Vegas. Turning towards the mirror, Logan admires her chosen attire. She’s gone for something rather classy but still great for a fun night out. A clean, crisp white romper, is what she’s gone with, that contains a semi-deep dip of cleavage but not overboard. She’s aware that will drive Jake crazy. Then she’s paired it with white strappy heels and a silver necklace that is longer than most you’d see. It’s one of those more layered ones and it matches her outfit perfectly. Her platinum blond hair has been curled exactly to her liking, curtesy of Michelle. And her makeup is mostly natural because she doesn’t trust herself to go for something bolder.

Taking one last glance at herself in the bathroom mirror, it’s time for her to reveal her look to the group. She’s the last one to finish getting ready of course, even indecisive Michelle beat her to it, so everyone is waiting for her and they’re excited to see what’s she chosen to wear. All the rest of the girls have gone for slutty and glam because it’s Vegas. Hello?! Even Zahra decided to wear a cocktail dress of sorts and it’s a beautiful deep crimson colour that matches her hair perfectly.

Finally, Logan collects herself enough to find the strength to exit the bathroom. She wanders out of the other room carefully, determined to stay steady on her heels and when she opens the door to the main area, all eyes are on her.

Some eyes widen and some jaws drop but the most continuous thing is everyone’s silence. Everyone is speechless. No one will talk. All Logan can do is question their well-being and not really focus on the fact that they’re in that current state because of her walking out of a goddamn room. Jake, especially is just shell-shocked and it’s painfully obvious. Logan takes advantage of the silence and decides to admire everyone else’s appearances since they all look hot.

That deep red crimson dress that Zahra is wearing looks even more captivating on her than Logan noticed from a first glance. Her ombré hair is left to rest on her shoulder and she’s caked in a lot more makeup than she usually would be, probably because she never typically wears it anyway. She looks so damn different.

Then there’s Grace, the featured guest of the bachelorette party and she’s decked in a bronze, glittery dress that is haltered at the top and it goes down to the floor. The revealing thing about it is the slight slit at the side. The dress hugs her figure carefully and the way she’s styled her hair only makes her look more beautiful. Everyone was scared that Grace would dress like she’s going to prom or something but no... she surprised everyone and she did herself justice.

Of course Quinn managed to blend a beautiful elegance with a little bit of a daring approach so perfectly. It’s like a natural talent to her and she’s successfully made herself look beautiful again. She’s rocking a deep indigo dress that almost matches the one she wore at the New Years Party on La Huerta. She’s gone for more of a deep cut down the middle and the dress fades into a lighter blue at the end. It’s only a slight gradient that could easily be missed. Her auburn hair is gracefully cascading down her shoudlers and each curl you can tell was done with care. Hell, even the dress matches her eyes. There’s nothing this girl can’t wear.

And finally we have Michelle, who has literally outdid herself again. She’s decked in a long, black jumpsuit that hugs her curves ever so perfectly. There’s also a more revealing approach that is shown through the sight of more cleavage. Though she wears it well, amazingly well. She’s paired it with more pointy nude heels and a black choker at the tome. Her ombre hair is tied back into a loose ponytail with two pieces hanging like strays at the front. To complete it, she’s wearing large silver hoop earrings that just give it that extra amount of sophistication.

Basically, all the girls look like fucking queens and this is their night to shine. As for the guys... well there’s not much to say. They’re wearing suits. Yeah, that’s their description done. Though there is one strange thing that stands out and that is Craig’s extremely colourful shirt. It’s a fucking double rainbow up in there. So many vibrant colours and patterns. It’s very difficult to not go blind just by looking at it. Like damn... another thing is how weird it is seeing Vaaryn in a suit. Like what? And Furball... looks so fucking cute and he’s not even in a suit.

After what seems like forever, the only thing Logan can summon up to say is... “Nice shirt, Craig.”

Craig almost blushes. He’s so flattered by the little compliment. “Aw, Lo. Thanks for noticing, dude.”

“Pretty sure the gorillas in Africa noticed your goddamn shirt, Craiggers.” Zahra retorts coldly and Craig’s eyes widen with hope.

“Oh my god. That would be so cool!”

Sean rolls his eyes and places his hand on Craig’s shoudler idly. “Let’s make sure you don’t drink anymore tonight.”

“You guys are no fun.”

While the bickering commences, some of the gang hurry over to Logan - that includes Quinn, Estela, Michelle and Jake. “Holy shit, Logan. You look so hot!” Michelle exclaims with a rare enthusiasm barely used but she’s been like this a lot for Vegas.

“Thanks, Meech. I did what I could.” Logan dusts herself off and takes a quick glance at Jake, noticing how his cerulean eyes constantly drift up and down her figure and his gaze burns into her body so eagerly. Oh fuck... she knows what he’s thinking. “You ok there, Aragorn?”

Estela scoffs at the look on Jake’s face. “Ha. Pretty sure he’s dead after seeing you like that.” She points out and correctly, mind you. “We’re leaving in five so we’ll let you say your goodbyes.”

The girls take off to the other side of the room, leaving Jake and Logan alone for the last few moments of their time together before they separate for a few hours. Jake finally snaps back to reality as the girls leave, clearing his throat in order to compose himself but it feels like there’s a rock planted deep in his throat.

“I am so close to not letting you go anywhere tonight, Princess.” Jake whispers in a low husky tone that sends shivers up Logan’s spine. In response, Logan bites down on her lower lip and admires Jake’s chosen suit. It reminds her of the one at the La Huerta New Years Party - except everything is black.

She reels him in by his pitch-black tie for a long, slow kiss that lingers more than it should. As they pull away, she smiles innocently against his lips. “Nice suit, Aragorn.” She whispers back, knocking their foreheads together sweetly.

“Goddamnit, can I swap Aleister for you?” Jake questions, almost like he’s begging and he almost looks serious. “I can’t handle more than an hour with that bore.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll manage.” Logan assures, rolling her eyes at his exaggeration of the situation. “Just remember that this is about Aleister. It’s his goddamn party.”

“Well I’m the one who suggested it.”

“Which gives you more of a reason to make it about Aleister. Even if he is a bit of an asshole, remind him that he’s supposed to be having fun.” Logan suggests, wrapping her arms around Jake’s neck and dragging him in for another kiss, biting down on his lower lip this time before pulling away.

“Watch me try and watch me fail.”

“Jake.” Logan says his name as firmly as possible.

“Fine but as long as you torture me when I get back. It’s more fun than being tortured by Aleister‘s dull taste in fun.” Jake retorts, rolling his eyes at the fight that he just lost.

“I promise.” Logan swears, planting one last kiss on Jake’s lips before finally letting him leave her.

The bachelorette party has been active for about an hour already, with the girls already having a little alcohol in their system but not enough that will make them wanna do anything so crazy just yet. Well all except Logan Mercer because she’s the oddest of them all.

All of the girls are pacing across the street, having had just experienced a wonderful meal in the closest restaurant. Now they’ve got the fancy shit out the way, they can move on to the more fun part.

“That fucking food was too damn fancy for me.” Zahra points out, executing a fake vomit-like noise with her hands and everyone just roll their eyes at her expected remark.

“I know you wanna get drunk, Zahra, but you still need to eat.” Grace replies, hands on her hips.

“We can eat! But we’re in Vegas. We should be eating somewhere trashy like... Burger King or Pizza Hut!” Zahra exclaims and no one can really make out what point she’s trying to get across here.

“Zahra, all you eat back home is Burger King and Pizza Hut.” Michelle bites back, flipping her hair to one side and giggling at the ridiculous context of this conversation.

“What exactly do you wanna do now then, Zahra?” Quinn questions, genuinely curious.

“Anything that isn’t boring and fancy!”

A lightbulb suddenly goes off in Logan’s mind and a sly smirk crosses her lips. “Ok... I might have an idea.”

“Yes, Mercy! Someone smart. What is it?” Zahra eagerly enquires, showing interest in Logan’s insane idea.

“I know we agreed earlier with the guys that we wouldn’t... go see strippers but they can’t exactly stop us when they’re not here.” Logan points out correctly and all of the girls match her level of deviance with their expressions, all except one. Grace, of course.

“Um... Lo. Im not sure I can agree to that. What if it’s like I’m betraying Aleister?” Grace asks with anxiety in her chestnut eyes.

“Grace, you’re not hooking up with strippers. You’re just watching them. Besides you’re the guest of honour, you should let yourself have some fun!” Estela assures, rubbing Grace’s shoulder comfortingly and that causes her to release a sigh of relief.

“But just so you know, even if you don’t agree, we’re gonna go to the strip club anyway. I don’t care if you’re the guest of honour. So you either come with us or we leave you on the street?” Michelle warns, a solemn look in her hazel eyes. Clearly she’s not kidding and Grace actually respects that attitude.

“Agh, fine.”

“Woohoo!” Zahra reacts, clapping her hands together like a fucking seal. “This what I came for!”

“Really? You didn’t just come for booze?” Logan jokes, her smirk widening.

“Nope. Strippers too.”

The bachelor party is dying pretty quickly, even after the guys’ tacky meal in Pizza Hut but everyone still enjoyed it because its good fucking pizza. Well, everyone besides Aleister. He’s been such a goddamn buzzkill during the first hour and it’s impossible to have fun when the dude is constantly telling someone to shut up and when Jake dares to make a joke about offering Aleister a drink and he almost tosses it on Jake. But he resists, shooting the pilot an icy glare instead.

Jake is trying his very best to make this all about Aleister, just like Logan asked him too. But it’s impossible to make this dude happy! Everyone else is having fun. Diego was teaching Vaaryn all about pizza and all the different flavours while they were there. Craig was trying to see how many pieces of pizza toppings he could get in his mouth. Raj has been telling lots of fun stories and Jake has managed to not mock any of them, no matter how crazy they are. Be proud of him. Even Sean has managed to not be a buzzkill and he’s actually turning out to be a lot of fun, with plenty of banter and jokes to go around. And Aleister is just being... petty and ungrateful.

Now they’re here, semi-drunk and trying to figure out what the fuck they’re gonna do next. Everything has been pretty low-key so far and maybe this is the time to kick things up a notch.

“Well that meal was absolutely atrocious.” Aleister is of course the first to comment on the food and it’s not even a compliment.

“Al, I know you hate all of this but could you not trash the food because I paid for that.” Sean asks as politely as his voice will let him and Jake is surprised and maybe even impressed that Sean could call Aleister out like that.

“Of course. This whole thing is sleezy anyway.” Aleister responds, his shoulders slumping back in a hopeless manor. He’s naturally stiff.

“Well, what do you wanna do then, Aleister?” Raj questions with a genuine curiosity. Usually that type of thing would come off as sarcastic and rude, especially if it came out of Jake or Craig’s mouth. But no, Raj is the only one who could ask such a question and Aleister would actually take it as a real request.

“Well I—“

“Bro, don’t ask him that!” Craig pipes up before Aleister can say anything else. “He probably wants us to play a game of chess or something. I hate chess.”

Aleister’s expression sinks at Craig’s hurtful assumption. Don’t think he meant it that way however. “Nevermind. I’ll just let you airheads guide me through his hell hole of a night. It’ll all turn out fine when I wake up.”

“Harsh, Malfoy,” is all Jake has managed to say throughout this entire situation until an entire new idea pops into his head. “Wait... since Jack Frost is giving us total control... how ‘bout we hit up a strip club?”

“We can’t do that. Didn’t we promise the girls we wouldn’t—“

“Diego, don’t ruin this.” Jake urges, folding his arms in a confident manor and smiles faintly at Diego when he silences himself. “I know we did. But they ain’t fucking here so what’s the problem?”

“I see Jake’s amazing logic here, bros.” Craig agrees, a bright smile fixed on his features.

“Me too. Let’s do it.” Raj is also ready for this as well, it’s clear from the eagerness in his tone.

“Sorry, my love, but what is a strip club?” Vaaryn dares to ask Diego, who just looks at him bewilderedly.

“I’ll explain on the way or I’ll just let you see for yourself.” Diego responds, careful with his choice of words and he pats Vaaryn on the shoudler reassuringly.

Happy that most are on board, Jake expectantly turns to Aleister with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “How ‘bout you, Frosty?”

Aleister barely tilts his head, in disbelief that Jake has even dared to ask for his permission. “Absolutely not. It will be like I’m betraying Grace.”

“Seriously? That’s your excuse.” Jake reacts, raising an eyebrow pointedly.

“Wouldn’t you feel as if you’re betraying Logan?” Aleister challenges and Jake just scoffs mockingly.

“Me and Princess got an understanding. Trust me.” Jake lies a little bit at the same time they kind of do. They always have. Even if Jake let Logan know, she’s probably gonna be okay with it.

The ongoing argument is interrupted by a soft bark echoing from the ground and into the ears of the members of this weird bachelor party. Jake spots Furball curling up by his foot and a smirk immediately crosses his lips when he finds him. Furball has a choice which party he wanted to attend and he ended up going to Jake so this is where he ended up. Recently, it’s been like Jake is Furball’s all time favourite and they’re developing a real special bond. It’s cute.

Jake squats down so his finger can gently stroke the little fox’s teal fur and that gives Jake an idea. “Ok... this is it. The fox has the final say.” He declares in a proud tone and everyone around seems to nod along, all besides Aleister.

“What? That’s preposterous.”

“You have no say, Malfoy. Animal rights are talking now.” Jake pushes Aleister’s out the way completely and blocks his protests out. All that’s left is for Furball to announce his opinion. Jake turns to Furball with hope but also certainty because he knows he won’t be betrayed. “So Furball... ready to lose your innocence by going to a Vegas Strip Club?”

With no hesitation, Furball responds with an eager yelp. “Mmmmrf!!!l” With that, he crawls up Jake’s back and props himself up on the pilot’s shoulder, smiling widely.

“Then it’s settled, kids.”

Having much more fun than they were before, the girls have taken the bachelorette party to one of Vegas’ finest strip clubs. They’re all gathered around a booth, sipping on champagne and enjoying the sights before them. Grace is a little uncomfortable but she’s lightening up the longer they’re there. Meanwhile, the rest of them are having the actual time of their lives, especially Zahra. Everyone is starting to feel the alcohol now.

“Can I tell you guys something?” Michelle suddenly asks, a slight shakiness in her voice. It’s extremely obvious that the alcohol is starting to get to her head and she’s not even the lightweight, she’s just had a lot more than any of the others.

“Sure.”

Michelle forms a crooked half-smile and holds up her glass eagerly. “How about we make a toast and also an agreement that Sean is an absolute ass?”

“Wow, Meech. Didn’t take you long to point that out.” Zahra scoffs, her dark eyes roaming over all the pretty sights before. Following her gaze, Quinn can’t help but let out a humoured giggle, not able to hold it in. Zahra catches the sound of her laughter and raises an eyebrow questioningly. “What?”

“You do realise you have a boyfriend right?” Quinn points out and rightfully so. “Pretty sure he wouldn’t appreciate you eye-fucking those strippers like that.”

Zahra just scoffs mockingly. “You kidding? Craig would love it.”

“Kinda sure that doesn’t signal a healthy relationship, Z.” Logan counters, chugging down half of her champagne and pressing her lips together in order to contain the bitter aftertaste.

“What can you say, Mercy? Would Jake want you sniffing around strip clubs?” Zahra retorts, folding her arms in a confident manor.

Logan smirks at the comment, an unreadable look in her ocean eyes. “Me and Jake have an understanding.”

“Ok, all of you need to calm down. This is about Grace remember.” Estela calms the situation and raises her glass, gesturing to Grace with a faint smile. “To the guest of honour! And let’s hope that her marriage to Aleister is enough to make him at least a little more fun.” Everyone laughs along at Estela’s words and join in raising their glasses.

“Aw, thanks guys. You’re all crazy but I really do love you all.” Grace performs a little speech and that’s when everyone clinks their glasses together. It really is memorable when they all hang out together, especially for a special occasion such as this. They’re all there to watch one of their best friends get married and it’s truly a great chance for them to bond.

“You should. We’re amazing.” Zahra points out proudly, a smug smile on her face as she lowers her glass.

“Holy shit... guys look.” Estela’s voice interrupts the heartfelt moment, as her dark eyes widen at another sight. Curiously, everyone follows the brunette’s gaze, only to find a familiar group entering the strip club.

“Oh no...” Grace reacts, covering her face with her hands out of shame. “Aleister is not gonna like this.”

“Well it looks like they had the same idea.” Logan points out, shaking her head at the sight of the guys standing at the entrance of the strip club and you’d expect to look a lot messier than they actually do. Jake looks so damn guilty. This has to be his idea. “Jake has gotta be the mastermind behind this.”

“So basically, you’re both as bad as each other.” Quinn counters, hiding her smirk behind her glass but Logan still manages to spot it anyway.

“Jake knows what he should and shouldn’t do and at least he’s actually making Aleister have fun.”

Michelle throws her head back and scoffs at that. “Ha! Aleister doesn’t look like he’s having fun at all.”

“That’s because he hasn’t had a single drop of alcohol.” Estela points out, gesturing to Aleister with her glass. “Trust me... he’d be much paler.”

While everyone is discussing the current state of the guys, Logan surveys them carefully, trying to resist the urge to laugh at them. But her cover is blown when she locks eyes with Jake, who finally spots her and immediately a natural smirk crosses his lips. Of course, he’s smug about it already.

“Oh fuck...” Logan mutters under her breath and nudges Quinn as discreetly as possible, a lot harder than she intended.

“What the hell, Lo?”

“The guys have spotted us.” Logan tells Quinn, slight panicky about what their cocky reactions might be. It will be unnecessary but it will happen. Then it just gets worse. “Shit. They’re coming over.”

Logan leans back in the velvet booth as she notices Jake and the guys are starting to pace over towards the girls. Clearly they’ve been skeptical and suspicious about why the girls are there just as much as they were about the guys. Now it’s come down to some sort of face off and this is just bound to get awkward, especially with Aleister following behind with an icy expression fixed on his face. It’s obvious he isn’t happy to see his soon-to-be-wife messing around at a strip club and she’s clearly having fun as well, which only makes the tension worse.

After what seems like forever, the boys reach the girls and both parties look like they’ve been caught red-handed, which they have. You’d expect one of them to be pretending it isn’t their fault but no, everyone looks equally guilty, which means no one has a good excuse.

“Look who we found.” Sean pipes up first, arms folded and an amused look on his face. “Guess you couldn’t handle the no-strippers rule either.”

Michelle simply narrows her eyes. “You are a little late to the party though.” She retorts, a light scowl on her face but it’s hidden enough that Sean doesn’t notice it.

“Was this your idea, Al?” Estela chimes in with joking intentions but Aleister merely rolls his eyes, not amused.

“Obviously not. It was all Jake’s doing.” Aleister responds, shooting Jake the side-eye and at first, you’d think Jake would be more angry at Aleister but no... he’s more proud and only Jake Mckenzie would be proud of such an idea in this situation.

All eyes move to Logan as Aleister rats Jake out. Her only reaction is a knowing smirk reaching her lips. “Oh really, Jake.”

“Well ours was all down to Logan.” Grace pipes up, causing Logan to flinch a little, especially when Jake’s smirk only widens at the revelation.

“Oh really, Princess.” He reacts, folding his arms in a condescending manor and he tilts his head cockily.

“Oh my god... you brought Furball?!” Logan reacts, gesturing to the little blue fox curled up on Jake’s shoudler with nothing but excitement in his magenta eyes. He’s more excited about this then Aleister ever will be. ““Looks like you got into his head Jake.”

“He was the true mastermind.” Jake admits, high fiving Furball proudly.

“Ok... since you’re all here and we got booze and strippers around us...” Zahra begins and everyone suddenly realised what exactly she’s getting at. “...how ‘bout we combine these two parties into one?”

“That’s... not a bad idea. Pretty sure it’s too late to go to another strip club anyway.” Jake jokes and he seems to be the only one who’s laughing at his comment.

“This is just... madness! Can’t we just give up and end this little waste of time?” Aleister protests for the millionth time. He’s sulking like a mere child now.

“Aleister, hunny. I mean this in the nicest way...” Michelle begins, easing Aleister into her comment. “You’re being so annoying and we don’t really care for your opinion.”

“Then looks why we’re gonna compromise.” Logan confirms, raising her glass once more. “To not getting too drunk.”

“Hey! At least wait until we got shots before you toast.” Craig interrupts Logan before she can perform a toast.

Just as that is mentioned, Vaaryn comes bounding around the corner with a tray of around twelve glasses. Damn... good timing. He looks extremely proud of himself but also a little clueless like he has been this entire time.

“Holy shit! Blue Bro got shots!” Craig exclaims excitedly, his hands rising in one swift motion and he leaps out from the booth, heading for the tray of shots like a cheetah chasing prey.

“Is that what they are? I was standing beside them before and this man in a bow tie asked me to fill them up and bring them to a table.” Vaaryn explains and everyone’s eyes widen at what he just implied.

“So wait... you stole them?”

“I am no thief. I did what I asked. I brought them to a table.” Vaaryn corrects and most seem on board with that idea.

“I’m liking Avatar’s logic.” Jake points out, stroking his jaw thoughtfully before he sneakily swipes one of the shots. “I say we toast now. Go ahead, Princess.”

Everyone grabs a shot while Logan clears her throat, preparing for her toast. “As I was saying... to not completely ruining our lives tonight.”

“And to a night we’ll easily forget.” Michelle adds and everyone laughs along.

That light-hearted comment seems like a really good laugh at that moment. An easy joke that passes everyone by. Little do they know, that forgotten statement... is about to become a reality when morning arrives. Besides... no one can escape Vegas.

trust me... the next part gets even weirder

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legolasgoldy · 6 years ago

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3. Do you have a “type?” || 5. Do you believe in ghosts and supernatural things? || 6. Have you ever experienced anything supernatural? || 10. What is the worst trouble you’ve gotten into? || 16. What is the oldest thing you own? || 18. What is the one food you could eat for the rest of your life without getting bored? || 20. What is your dream job?

Very invasive questions to get to know the blogger!

// Thank you!! @this-is-gizmo I never get munday questions XD //

3. Do you have a “type?”

Well, masculine presenting people, anyone more masculine than me. Dark hair and light colored eyes have always been my favorite type of aesthetic. Ever since i was a kid and saw Eric from the little mermaid and went “ thats my type of dude” X’DD Dark hair and light eyes are just gorgeous. But they have to be really kind, and not make fun of me or things I like. (So, i had a dream last night that a guy was asking me out and i told him sorry im demi, and he said Eww gross nvm. Basically the exact OPPOSITE of that crap X’D)

5. Do you believe in ghosts and supernatural things?

I do to a certain extent. I dont really know that ghosts are just wandering around everywhere unless theres a good reason for them to stay. Like a traumatic reason or otherwise. I believe in demons too, which scare the bageezes outta me. This is why movies about ghosts/demons/etc really scare me but i do love them. I just cant listen to scary whispers, or like, that scene in the first Conjuring movie where that girl was saying something scary was standing right behind the door and staring at her but it was pitch dark so you couldnt see it, and her sister walked up to the door to look, like hell no, my soul about left my body X’D

6. Have you ever experienced anything supernatural?

Hm nothing that Im fully sure about, probably spooky coincidences, but a few things that were really creepy. Years ago when i was in elementary school I once had a nightmare that there was a ghost/demon in my bathroom that kept trying to coax people to go in to get them, whispering all kinds of crap. It was so long ago i cant remember all the details but my mom woke me up in the middle of the night telling me my cat had a seizure in front of the bathroom door. My cat was fine luckily but it was extremely creepy bc as soon as i told my mom what i had been dreaming her face went white.

There was a few other times at my dads house but i cant list them all xD

10. What is the worst trouble you’ve gotten into?

Ah when I was seven years old, my dad and I, his gf and son all went camping at the closest mountain to me one summer. Which apparently his gf’s son who was 8, knew like the back of his hand where as I had a bad sense of direction. For anyone who doesnt know, I wear glasses and didnt wear them until the 3rd grade so i didnt have them at 7. I didnt know my eyes werent like anyone else I just assumed everyone had limited vision. So this kid, asked if he could walk ahead to the pool, because we wanted to go swimming and he knew the way. So I walked behind him ( and he wasnt the brightest child, and really extremely annoying and mean) and halfway there a lady stops her car next to us asking if there was a drink machine near by and he said at the pool which was where we were heading, she offered to give us a ride the rest of the way and i immediately was like STRANGER DANGER NO. but Nick being the dumbbutt he was, legit LEAPED into this womans car leaving me on the side of the road. Now, I couldnt see more than a few feet in front of me, everything was just leaves greens, and brown blurrs for as far as i could imagine. We were on a mountain and he was leaving me, and 7 year old me thought “ oh my god hes leaving me to die in the woods what am i gonna do i cant see anything to get to anywhere”, i didnt know the pool was just around the corner, my eyes made it so everything looked like forest. So in a panic i hopped in and she THANKFULLY took us the rest of the way to the pool then dropped us off and Nick showed her the drink machine. Needless to say, I got in major trouble and my dad forced us to sit outside and eat our lunch surrounded by mosquitoes and said we couldnt come back inside the camper until we had learned our lesson. Questionable parenting at its finest am i right? XD note the sarcasm

16. What is the oldest thing you own?

Hm, probably anything of my Gran Gran’s. I have a 1970s copy of gone with the wind that she loved and wrote notes in, and several other things she had kept through the years like kitty figurines, Avon decanters, ghost stories she typed on her type writer then made into a book. A lot of really neat stuff. Oh! Aside from her stuff, I have a old western book about horses thats signed inside for the 50s I think. I have a lot of old books.

18. What is the one food you could eat for the rest of your life without getting bored?

Hm, this is tricky. My favorite food is crab legs with butter, sweet crab legs not salty, but i love that on occassion otherwise it wouldnt be special. Plus i cant afford it every day. XD Its a once a year type of thing. Hmm, Im gonna say cheese because you can eat it a ton of different ways and it still count as cheese every day for the rest of my life. Im totally fine with that, and theres tons of different types of cheeses.

20. What is your dream job?

Art related. I’d love to be a designer and make art for a living, thats what ive always wanted to do ever since I was little. Hopefully one day I can get my bachelors in art, I already have my associates degree so thats a start. An Art teacher would be fun too, but designer/illustrator comes first.

#There were realy good questions!! ;D thank you!#Answered #About the Mun #Munday #this-is-gizmo

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dresupi · 6 years ago

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Dancing Queen - Bucky/Darcy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis For: @highlyintelligentblonde Song: Dancing Queen by ABBA (1976) Word Count: 474

~oOo~

A/n: this is a short Mamma Mia AU.

For your personal reference: Betty is Darcy’s mother, the potential dads are Bruce, Tony, and Erik (Selvig) (Bc Stellen Skarsgard). I don’t really have the other characters mapped out like at all.

"Okay, look… please don't get mad at me…" Darcy said slowly, holding out her hands in front of her. "Buck… I promise I just—"

"What is it?" He asked, starting to feel a little worried. His fiancee wasn't prone to hiding things. It must be a pretty big something for her to hide it from him.

"I invited my dad."

Bucky's brow furrowed. "Your dad? But, um… I'm not trying to be indelicate here, doll… but do you know your dad?"

"I've got it narrowed down. To three guys."

"But you invited him?"

"Them," she corrected him, biting her bottom lip and waiting for his response.

"All of them," he stated, nodding his head and plopping down on the end of the bed.

"Please don't be mad…" she said quickly, sitting down beside him.

He turned to look at her. "Why would I be mad? You're my girl, aren't ya?"

She grinned, nodding. "So they tell me."

"Why would I get mad about you wanting to find your dad?"

"I dunno, extra drama on top of all the wedding stuff…"

"I mean… it wouldn't be YOUR wedding without a little bit of drama, would it?" He asked, leaning over to nuzzle her nose. "I adore you and all the drama that comes along with you."

"So you're fine with this?"

"I mean… I haven't heard a peep outta your mom, and if your mom can be okay with this, then I sure as hell…" he trailed off at the knowing look on Darcy's face. "Oh shit. Darce…"

"I mean… I might not have—"

"You didn't tell your mom."

"I didn't get a chance to let her know that I've narrowed it down to three fellas and they're all here."

"Darcy-doll…" Bucky sighed heavily and laid back on the bed. "You didn't tell her."

"Nope."

"And they're here."

"They're in the carriage house."

"The carriage h—" He took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a long moment. "You've got three grown men in that old carriage house. Unattended."

"I told them the hotel was overbooked."

Bucky exhaled loudly, laying back on the bed to stare up at the ceiling. He had a bachelor's party to get to, but instead, he was worrying about his future father-in-law's identity. "Okay, so do I get to know their names?"

"Bruce Banner. He's a nuclear physicist. Tony Stark, an engineer. And Erik Selvig. Theoretic-Astro physicist."

"Damn. Betty has a type, doesn't she?"

"Shush, you." Darcy swatted his arm. "Don't judge her, she was young."

"She was young. They were geniuses. It was meant to be."

"Are you going to help me or not?"

"Help you with what? Looks like you've got it under control."

Darcy flopped down on the bed beside him. "Bucky… please?"

He smirked and slipped his arms around her. "Of course I'll help you, Darce."

#Wintershock #Bucky/Darcy #Darcy/Bucky #Darcy Lewis #Bucky Barnes #70s song prompts #highlyintelligentblonde

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edge-of-bizarre · 6 years ago

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how would fishlegs and rosethorn's wedding go? Would mama ingerman approve?

Long post about engagements, weddings, and impatient mother-in-laws

I don’t think there would be a wedding without mama ingerman’s approval. I’m pretty sure that Mrs. Ingerman has long since changed her hypercritical nature (perhaps an event leads to Rosethorn proving herself worthy idk, probably just time and she notices Rosethorn actually LOVES her son, love love loves, and she’s a good influence and you KNOW rosethorn gasses fishlegs up all the time, his confidence increases)

Mrs. Ingerman goes from iffy and of course, very critical of this new woman in her son’s life, to perhaps pushing it. I think it would be a “my boy is too perfect for anyone” to a “she loves him and will take care of him and if that boy doesn’t act quick-” Her once sideways glares have changed to a rather outrageous, outright proclamation that that girl will become an Ingerman by the years end (well… sometime in the future at least) Aka Lock That Girl Down phase 1. I assume Fishlegs prob lives with his mom, perhaps he moves back in after Hiccup moves in with Astrid (i just want hiccup and fishlegs to be roomies), and i think he isn’t too thick to understand this could be seen as lady repellent, therefore dates usually end at Rosethorn’s place or he picks her up there until she’s like “you… you live somewhere right” “…. yes” “… this is setting off a lot of alarms for me, so unless you answer correctly-” “i live with my mother” “… that’s it?”

Anyway! Rosethorn is part of the family the christmas she receives her first Mama Ingerman knit sweater (think the weasley’s) and then family dinners usually involve “Have you thought about the future?” or Mrs. Ingerman asking why for the love of god he hasn’t proposed yet. She is probably giving him her old engagement ring, or at least a family engagement ring the moment she approves because “i’m not getting any younger”, I think it would be a family ring, Fishlegs does get it resized as his gf is not the same stock as the large Ingerman clan, and more than likely gets it stuck on his finger in a moment of absentminded fiddling or what if she doesn’t like it? What if it’s not good enough? What if-

Fishlegs is anxious. He is nervous. I believe he would be in a place where there is no way Rosethorn would say no to a proposal, she is totally, completely in love with him, but anxiety does not allow for logic. I’m sure he has thought about rejection, but i think she definitely calms those thoughts through actions and so more of his anxious energy is designated to making this absolutely perfect. IT MUST BE PERFECT. It is an ultimate proclamation of love, besides the wedding itself, therefore it’s his forte, but it’s also so important he wants to get it just right. He wants it to be about her, and them, and probably talks Astrid and Hiccup’s ear off because they’ve done it before.

It takes a few tries. During the picnic he planned, it rained and he couldn’t possibly do it now. He stumbled and stuttered through breakfast in bed, “Sweetheart, are you feeling ok?” As Rosethorn puts a hand to his forehead because she thinks he’s ill as he tries to put together words. That was scratched off. He workshops and finally decides on a romantic evening, his mother knows nothing because if she knew she might blab to relatives. Maybe they go to the opera, or a play, something fun before a very nice dinner. @e–wills did a wonderful post on engagements here and she even included rosethorn, my heart, also took the words outta my dang mouth. Rosethorn and Fishlegs definitely have talked about the future and marriage and it’s something they both want, just a matter of when.

Fishlegs plays off the night as their anniversary (i feel like he’d come up with a lot of anniversaries… first date, first kiss, etc, eventually Rosethorn is saying let’s just stick to one as the big one) Rosethorn is delighted with the night, she’s smiling to herself because its so lovely, and she can’t wait to see his face when he unwraps the present she got him even though they promised no presents. So she’s distracted and not expecting anything more from the lovely little speech he’s made. I think if he was super nervous, she’d suspect something is up, but maybe once in his life he isn’t nervous, he’s excited, so she is completely unaware as the ring makes its way over via dessert. Lots of tears. A lot from him. He probably doesn’t get out fully what he’s going to say because of tears or because Rosethorn is saying yes before he’s even gotten on his knee and “wait- i wanted to say something” “ok ok ok- go-” “I love you so- you’re already crying? I’m going to cry now too!” it’s private, it’s romantic, it’s sappy and oh so sweet, lots of kissing and later on adult stuff, and he does make a dumb face she likes when she reveals the limited edition comic she bought (ben wyatt and the iron throne face) Rosethorn is beside herself and is sitting up in the early morning looking over the ring because she really should have seen it coming and fishlegs has so many tells, how did she not see it? he probably asked her if she still wanted to get married recently, and decides making breakfast is more useful than wondering about the other things she misses.

I think they’d try to wait until morning, at least that’s what they’re going to say they’ll do and either are too interested in smoochin and being together or it’s 1 am and he’s rolling over to tell her he will die if he doesn’t tell anyone right this second.

Mrs. Ingerman phones anyone she can get, puts a post in the ingerman family facebook page, the whole family knows. Meatlug is very pleased, she drools plenty to show how happy she is. Mrs. Ingerman is planning the wedding already, she has a binder (fishlegs prob has a binder) of wedding stuff, she wants to be a big part of the wedding.

Rosethorn’s family is delighted by the news, they all like Fishlegs, they probably stop by because rosethorn’s mother had to “see it for me self” and her father is weepy. They’d be paying for it, but I also feel like Mrs. Ingerman would be trying to pay, “We don’t have the budget for that!” “I’ll pay for it myself then” Mrs. Ingerman has her standards, plus they HAVE to have the whole family.

Rosethorn invites Mrs. Ingerman to come wedding dress shopping with her mother and friends. I think mama Ingerman probably is pulling a wedding dress out of the attic “it was my grandmothers” and Rosethorn politely agrees to try it on, but it is truly hideous, Fishlegs manages to say “Well… it’s white?” while Mrs. Ingerman is admitting it isn’t as trendy as she remembered.

Both bachelor and bachelorette party are on the mild side, perhaps not so traditional, i think the girls treat themselves to a spa day coupled with a night out on the town, Ruffnut is griping about no strippers because she has a wallet full of ones but those complaints died when the hot masseuse comes in for her massage.

Mrs. Ingerman wants her nephew to be the ring bearer because he’s so cute, except he will only go by “Thor Bonecrusher” now, and promptly tried to eat the rings (fishlegs was giving the kid the side eye and keeping his distance cause this kid kicks him every time) and once the child proves himself a bad idea, Meatlug is crowned ring bearer, and is absolutely adorable, she is a good dog.

Wedding is early summer or autumn, when its not scorching. I think autumn just cause fishlegs’s designated color is orange haha, smaller wedding, but it’s still a lot of fun, the Ingerman’s are lively.

Rosethorn probably spends the night before the wedding with her parents, and Fishlegs is weepy already, and “I just want to give her a call- let me just call her really quick-” Rosethorn LINED his pockets of his tux (or if he goes for the kilt combo idk what the jacket is called) with tissues and he weeps more when he finds them with a hand written note and a lipstick kiss print. He’s nervous about everything going to plan, but he’s not totally nervous cause Hiccup and his mom are both there. Rosethorn’s father is very very clearly bawling. He’s a crier, her mother tears up a bit while he sniffs through words. I think they’d prob blindfold the couple for some words before the ceremony because Rosethorn said he’s not allowed to see her in the dress and so he turned around and said she’s not allowed to see him in the suit.

The wedding itself was short and sweet, lots of tears on both ends. Fishlegs prob hugged the life out of his father in law and mother in law, Mrs. Ingerman CRIED, the two held hands the whole time and the vows were disgustingly sweet, Meatlug did a wonderful job with delivering the rings, and the couple probably kissed before the I Do’s, they’re just very over excited. the cheer from the large ingerman family side was deafening when I Do’s were finally shared, and it is a smaller wedding compared to the hiccstrid and rufflout weddings, but it’s a pretty good party. The reception lasted a while, the dancing never seemed to stop so the newly weds were absolutely wiped, especially after greeting so much family. The wedding night included Fishlegs falling asleep the moment he got home, still in his dress shoes because “i’m just going to rest my eyes a moment while you’re in the bathroom” and Rosethorn puts a blanket over him and he manages to mumble “I love you so much” as she pulls of his shoes off (he undid her dress so she could go to the bathroom) Meatlug happily snuggled in between them and sleeps very well, and in the morning she is given a toy bone with peanut butter inside and is plenty distracted as the wedding night actually happens before pancakes, coffee, and kisses are served, along with plenty “Good morning, Mrs. Ingerman” cause there is a younger mrs. ingerman on the block now.

They honeymoon somewhere with historical significance, I can def see the two going to Ireland or Scotland, staying in bed and breakfast’s and going to see castles plus the landscape. Maybe Italy? France? They have a wonderful time and learn a lot and of course it’s romantic, they have picnics and see the sights. Meatlug couldn’t be more happy when they return. Mrs. Ingerman then begins Phase 2, which is grandchildren. grand kids aren’t too far off, don’t worry. Mrs. Ingerman probably wants Rosethorn to call her mom but it just won’t stick.

#fishthorn #fishlegs #rosethorn #wedding

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America’s Most Eligible Bachelor: Season 10, Chapter 1 - Who Has What It Takes

(NOW PLAYING AS JUDAS)

You and hundreds of excited fans anxiously wait in line for the season premiere of America’s Most Eligible to begin filming… You grin at the strangers standing next to you.

Judas: I can’t believe we get to be in the live studio audience for the first episode!

Fan: Right?! This is a dream come true for a super fan like me!

Fan2: I don’t know about you two, but I’m here to get on TV, so stay outta my way.

The woman waves her arms and shouts to the security guard!

Fan2: Hey! Hey you! Where are all the cameras? Y’all are missing out on a star right here!

Security: …

Fan: What about you? Why are you here?

Judas: I’m here for love. I know I’m just in the audience for now… but with a little luck, that’ll be me on camera someday! And I’ve always thought there’s something so romantic about finding love in a hopeless place… Working together against all odds, stealing passionate moments alone during the chaos…

Fan: A good showmance can make or break a season!

Judas: Exactly.

Fan2: Ohmygod, look! It’s Carson Stewart!

She points to a well-groomed man as he emerges from a trailer…

Carson: Hello, yes, it’s me. Emmy-nominated host of America’s Most Eligible. Follow me to embark on the adventure of a lifetime!

The crowd cheers as the host leads the line toward the front of the mansion…

Judas: Carson! Over here! I was born to be on camera!

Fan2: And I’m your biggest fan!

Fan: And I’m… standing next to them!

The host stops in front of the main doors and turns to address the crowd.

Carson: I want to welcome you all to this lovely Miami beach house, the setting of Season Ten of America’s Most Eligible. Here, eleven contestants will battle it out all summer to prove they’re the most eligible date in America.

Fan: I. Can’t. Wait.

Carson: The cast will compete in sexy challenges, gon on exciting dates, and vote each other out of the house one by one. The last person standing will win the grand prize of $500,000 and a romantic trip for two!

Carson pauses as the fans erupt into cheers!

Judas: Talk about ‘happily ever after’!

Carson: ‘America’s Most Eligible’ is a very special title, one that we don’t hand out to just anyone. Our past winners have gone on to be authors, social media influencers, even entrepreneurs! But most of all, they’ve learned what it truly means to love and be loved.

Carson throws his arms out toward you benevolently.

Carson: And what better prize is there than--

Showrunner: Carson! Why aren’t you responding to the radio?

A woman pokes her head out the side door and glares at Carson.

Carson: But they said you wanted me to entertain the audience--

Showrunner: Well, I changed my mind. Get your ass inside!

Judas: I guess that’s the end of his speech…

Just then, the people around you start to scream and cheer!

Fan2: Look, they’re bringing out the contestants!

Judas: Oh, wow…

Fan2: That first guy is hot. I hope he makes it to the finale so I can drool over him all summer.

Fan: He kind of reminds me of Roger from last season. Don’t you agree?

Judas: Oh, I actually didn’t catch last season, other than the promotional posters. Besides… there’s no way Roger was as cute as this guy.

You smile and wave at the contestant. He catches your eye and winks. You sigh wistfully as the contestants are herded inside.

Judas: I wish I could be one of them…

Suddenly, the front door flies open again, and one of the contestants rushes back out!

Contestant: That’s it! I quit!

Producer: Whitney, come back! We can fix this!

A frazzled producer chases after the contestant as the crowd in line starts jeering at them.

Fan2: Looks like someone couldn’t take the heat.

Fan: But… the heat hasn’t even been turned on yet!

Fan2: I bet she’s just doing it to get more screen time.

Producer: Whitney, please! I’ll be fired if you leave now…

Whitney: I don’t care! I’m not spending one more second in this stupid house!

You watch as the producer follows the contestant around the corner…

Judas: She looks so sad…

Unable to simply sit back and watch, you jump out of line and chase after the producer.

Fan2: Wait, where are you going?

Judas: I have to help her!

Fan2: Why?

Judas: Because everyone can use a friend.

You wait until the security guard is distracted, then make a dash around the corner. You find the producer trying to comfort the contestant, who refuses to even look at her.

Producer: Here, drink some water--

Whitney: No! I’m not gonna let everyone push me around like that, Jen.

Judas: Hey… Jen, are you okay?

Jen: Me? No one ever asks about me…

Judas: I heard what you said earlier about being fired…

Whitney: And you believed her? Ha! Don’t you know producers will say anything to get what they want? And who are you, anyway?

Judas: My name’s Judas. And for the record, I think Jen’s telling the truth.

Whitney huffs, but Jen smiles gratefully at you.

Jen: Look, Whitney, I know the Confessional questions aren’t ideal, but I have to ask that kind of stuff to get the footage we need.

Whitney: I still don’t know how my personal life is relevant…

Jen: But… it’s reality TV! That’s the only thing that’s relevant!

Jen throws you a desperate glance, and you take a step forward.

Judas: Whitney, you have the chance here to be part of something special and amazing! And okay, admittedly it might be a little trashy at times, but that’s the fun of it! If you quit now you’ll always wonder what would’ve happened if you stayed… if you would’ve made friends, or enemies, or even found love!

Whitney: That’s true, I guess…

Judas: But most of all, reality TV is a reflection of who you are. There’s a reason we sit around the TV each week to watch our favourite reality shows… It’s because we see ourselves in them. All of our best and worst moments displayed for the entire world to see… and commiserate with. Reality TV gives people the chance to see the endless possibilities of their lives. And you get to be a part of it! All you have to do is say ‘yes’.

Whitney: Well… Yes! I’ll do it!

Judas: That’s the spirit!

Jen locks eyes with you and whispers…

Jen: Thank you. That was… really inspiring.

Whitney: But if I’m gonna come back, things’ll have to be different.

Showrunner: ‘Come back’? Ha.

The three of you turn to see the showrunner looming over you. She tosses a bag at Whitney’s feet.

Jen: Piper? What’re you doing here?

Piper: Your job, apparently. Whitney, you’re cut. I don’t want to see you on my set ever again.

Whitney: W-what?

But Piper’s already turned away from her, and after a moment, Whitney leaves.

Piper: Jen, you’d better find me a replacement Girl Next Door in the next five minutes, or I really will fire you.

Jen: I-- okay…

Piper turns her piercing gaze on you.

Piper: Who are you?

Judas: I’m Judas! I’m here for the live studio audience.

Piper: Congratulations. The civilian line is back that way.

Jen: Actually, Judas is here to fill Whitney’s slot! She’s totally got that Girl Next Door thing going on. Piper, you should’ve heard the speech she just gave. I’m telling you, Judas has what it takes.

Piper gives you a once-over…

Piper: I do like her look… But I’m not convinced.

Judas: Maybe this will convince you…

You wrap an arm around Jen’s waist and bend her backward…

Judas: Just go with it, okay?

Jen: Okay…

You kiss Jen passionately, making sure Piper can see everything.

Judas: Convinced now?

Piper: Jen, get her set up.

Jen: Yes, ma’am.

As Piper marches back inside, you turn to Jen, dazed.

Judas: Uh, what just happened?

Jen: I’m not entirely sure, but… Thank you, thank you, thank you! You definitely just saved my job.

Judas: Happy to help.

You turn to face the front of the mansion, taking in the moment…

Jen: Congratulations, Judas! You’re the next contestant on America’s Most Eligible!

Jen ushers you away from the waiting line in front of the mansion,

Jen: Welcome to the Most Eligible beach house. This is going to be your home for the next ten weeks, so settle in.

Judas: Wow--

Jen: No time for that. Everyone else has been in hair and makeup since 6AM. We’ve gotta get going.

Jen rushes you inside, then points at a spot under the staircase.

Jen: Stand there while I get your paperwork. And don’t move.

Jen disappears into the flurry of activity around you. You gaze in awe at the sprawling manor as cameramen, producers, and PAs hurry by you.

Judas: (What did I get myself into…?)

Voice: Watch out!

You turn your head just in time to see a giant light fixture falling directly toward you! You reach up to catch the light fixture right before it crashes over your head!

Judas: … I did it!

Voice: Now there’s something you don’t see every day.

You turn to face the person who warned you… and find a handsome man grinning at you! He helps your lift the light back into place, and your breath catches as his strong arms brush up against you.

Handsome Stranger: Thanks. Your quick thinking just saved the crew a few hundred dollars. Piper would’ve killed us if another piece of equipment broke before the season even started.

Judas: You’re welcome. I’m Judas, by the way. But you can call me The Girl Next Door.

Handsome Stranger: It’s nice to meet you. I’m Addict.

Judas: So… are you part of the crew?

Addict: Something like that.

As Addict looks around the foyer, he seems oddly… familiar.

Judas: Have we met before? I could swear I’ve seen you somewhere…

Addict: I doubt it. I definitely would’ve remembered you.

Addict crosses his arms and smiles at you.

Addict: So… you’re the new Girl Next Door?

Judas: What’s that look for?

Addict: Nothing. It’s just… I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type of person who signs up for a reality TV show. Sure, you’ve got the charisma and curiosity for it...But you seem way to genuine for this fake world.

Addict trails off, lost in thought… After a moment, he looks back at you.

Addict: Sorry, I didn’t mean that they way it sounded.

Judas: Well, it sorta sounded like a compliment…

Addict chuckles.

Addict: Then I guess I did mean it the way it sounded.

Judas: So… I’m ‘too genuine’, huh? Seems like you have the inside scoop on this place. Got any tips for surviving my first reality TV show?

Addict: What makes you think I have tips?

Judas: Call it a hunch. Come on, Addict… For me?

You bat your eyelashes, giving him your best puppy-dog look.

Addict: … Okay, fine! I give in.

You grin triumphantly, and Addict shakes his head with a smile.

Addict: That look of yours is deadly, Judas. Here’s Tip #1: Go to the beach whenever you can.

Judas: Really?

Addict: Have you seen the beaches around here? But seriously, take breaks. Living in the house and being on camera all the time is overwhelming. I’ve seen contestants crash and burn before the first night is even over.

Addict leans an arm against the wall, bringing his body close to yours.

Addict: Stepping out for a breath of fresh air is a must. In fact… If you want, we could sneak down to the beach right now. Take a break before all the craziness starts.

Judas: I don’t know… Jen said she’d be right back with my contract.

Addict: Trust me, she’ll be gone for another half hour at least. I’ll get you back in time. You can stand here waiting for her, or sneak out with me. I’ll even share a few more tips, if you want.

Judas: That does sound tempting…

You close your eyes, picturing the two of you on the beach… You grin up at Addict.

Judas: Let’s go.

Addict leads you out of the house and down toward the beach.

Judas: What about security? Aren’t they watching the set?

Addict: They’re so busy dealing with the live audience that they won’t even see us.

Security: Hey! You two! Where are you going?

Addict: Or not. Run!

You and Addict run away from the security guard as fast as you can!

Judas: This guy is quick!

Addict: But we’re quicker! Come on!

Security: I said stop!

Addict: Through here! We’ll be safe just past those trees!

The two of you duck behind a grove of palm trees.

Addict: We should be in the clear…

You wait in silence as the security guard bumbles past your hiding spot…

Security: Where did they go?

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you’re acutely aware of how close Addict’s body is to yours… Eventually, you hear the security guard head back toward the house. You breathe out a sigh of relief and grin at Addict.

Judas: You didn’t tell me our little trip would include a cardio workout.

Addict: Hey, they say exercise is a good way to clear your head.

Judas: Consider my head cleared then.

You turn to take in your surroundings.

Judas: Wow…

Addict: You can say that again.

You turn to find Addict tossing his shirt aside and basking in the warm sun. You smile as you take in the peaceful expression on his face…

Judas: I guess I wasn’t the only one that needed a break.

Addict: Definitely not.

You take a few steps down the beach, trying to decide how best to enjoy your break…

Judas: Do you have any sunscreen? I wouldn’t want you to get burnt…

Addict hands you a bottle, and you motion for him to turn around.

Addict: What about you?

Judas: Mmm, you can rub me after.

Addict smirks.

Addoct: Okay, Tip #2: Never do what I’m about to do.

Judas: And what’s that?

Addict: Turn your back on another contestant. You’re just asking to get stabbed.

Judas: Duly noted.

You rub the sunscreen along Addict’s broad shoulders, savoring the feeling of his sinewy muscles beneath your fingers.

Addict: Mmm… that feels nice…

Addict looks at you with a smile as the two of you settle in the sand, the waves lapping at your feet.

Addict: I have to say, I didn’t expect the Girl Next Door to be so… spontaneous.

Judas: Hey, they’re the ones who decided I was the Girl Next Door. I had no say in the matter.

Addict: Yeah… I know what that feels like.

Judas: You do?

Addict sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. You consider him carefully…

Judas: Wait a second… You must be the Boy Next Door from last season! I knew you looked familiar.

Addict: Guilty as charged. Which is why I can say from experience that you’d better watch your back. That role didn’t exactly go well for me.

Judas: I’ll be careful.

You nudge Addict with your shoulder.

Judas: So why are you here, if you were on the show last season?

Addict: They bring past contestants back all the time for all sorts of reasons, like hosting competitions or talking about our experience on the show. It’s good for ratings too, since the audience already feels a connection to them.

Judas: Makes sense. But I have another question for you… Tell me… Why did you sign up for AME in the first place?

Addict: When I auditioned, I was a total romantic… hoping I’d make real connections with the other contestants on the show, maybe even find a partner… Plus, I knew it’d give me opportunities to travel to places and meet people I’d never get the chance to otherwise. But I was so naive back then…

Addict shakes himself and looks you in the eye.

Addict: Look, if you want a real tip, here it is… Don’t listen to your producer.

Judas: Jen? But she seems so…

Addict: Harmless? Yeah, they all seem that way. But they’re just looking out for the show. They want good ratings, not happy contestants.

Judas: Thanks for the tip. I’ll be on my guard! Man, this seems like it’ll be exhausting…

Addict: Which brings us right back to Tip #1: Take breaks and go to the beach whenever you can.

You smile up at him, feeling better despite the chaos of the day…

Judas: Thanks.

You gently rest your head on his shoulder. He shifts beneath you to make the position more comfortable… Finally, Addict checks the time.

Addict: I should probably get you back.

He helps you to your feet.

Judas: There’s just one thing I want to do first…

You lean in and press your lips to Addict’s… He immediately wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. Your hands travel along his strong back up to his soft hair. Finally, you pull back with a smile.

Judas: Thank you for the break.

Addict: You’re very welcome.

Addict drops a gentle kiss on your nose.

Addict: Okay, now we really gotta get you back.

He slips his shirt back on.

Judas: Lead the way.

You and Addict walk into the beach house just as Jen steps out of the back office.

Jen: Sorry for the wait, Judas. Our lawyers are having a cow about the last-minute replacement, but I finally got your contract together!

Judas: I’ll be right there!

Addict: See? What’d I tell you? Right on time.

You grin up at Addict.

Judas: So? Will I see you again?

Addict: Something tells me you’ll be sick of me soon enough.

Addict drops a kiss on your cheek.

Addict: See you ‘round, Judas.

Judas: See you.

You smile to yourself as you make your way over to Jen.

Jen: Here.

Jen hands you the contract and a pen.

Jen: Sign this, and then we’ve gotta hurry! It’s almost time to start filming!

You sign your name and then follow Jen through the foyer…

Jen: So, we’re headed to hair and makeup first, but we’ll probably run into some contestants along the way. This is your first time meeting them, which means you need to start building your relationships with them.

Judas: Already? But the cameras aren’t even rolling!

Jen: Judas, the game started as soon as you stepped on set.

Just then, you hear a shout from the top of the stairs.

Contestant: Tally-ho!

You watch as one of the contestants slides down the banister in her cocktail dress. She jumps off the stairs at the bottom and turns to you with a grin.

Contestant: Hi! You must be the new presence I sensed.

Jen: Judas, this is Teagan, our Dreamer. Judas is taking Whitney’s spot.

Teagan wraps you in a big hug!

Teagan: My newest friend! I can just tell our auras will dance together.

Judas: I hope your aura knows how to tango.

Teagan: See? We’re kindred spirits already!

Jen: Not to cut this short, but we need to get Judas to hair and makeup.

Teagan: Bye, Judas! Find me later so we can compare natal charts.

As you continue to follow Jen through the beach house, you spot another contestant showing off by a row of windows.

Contestant: When you spend countless days and nights saving people from 5-alarm fires, it’s easy to build muscle.

Contestant2: Wow. I’m glad rescuing others from danger is such a good workout for you.

Contestant: Just another perk of being fearless!

Jen: That’s Bianca the Swimsuit Model and Zeke the Hero.

Judas: The Hero?

Jen: He’s a firefighter, and lucky for us, he’s really getting into character.

Zeke wraps his arm around Bianca’s waist and pulls her close.

Zeke: Hey, if you and me were in one of your fancy photoshoots together, I bet we’d really burn it up.

Bianca: Something would burn.

Judas: Hey, you’re getting a little handsy there, Zeke.

Zeke pulls back and glares at you.

Zeke: Who the hell are you?

Behind him you see Bianca mouth ‘Thank you!’

Jen: This is Judas, our Girl Next Door.

Zeke: What happened to what’s-her-name? She was smokin’.

Jen: Her name is Whitney, and she had to leave for personal reasons.

Bianca arches an eyebrow at you.

Bianca: Not that your look isn’t working for you… but it’s not really fit for a cocktail party.

Judas: Well, I didn’t exactly think I’d be on TV when I got dressed this morning…

Jen: We’re on our way to hair and makeup right now to make sure Judas looks perfect for her first Confessional. Be sure you’re both ready to start filming in an hour. I can’t have one of my contestants going home first this season.

Zeke: Don’t worry, Jen. We got you.

Jen rolls her eyes and leads you down the hall… Finally, you arrive at hair and makeup. The room is overrun with contestants and stylists putting the finishing touches on their opening night looks.

Jen: Normally we have professionals to help you with all this, but since Whitney’s time slot was two hours ago, you’re stuck with me.

Judas: That’s okay. I like your style.

Jen flashes you a quick smile as she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

Jen: Thanks. I know I’m not Hollywood-glamorous, but I do know how to make you look like a superstar.

Jen quickly gets to work.

Judas: So, what did you mean earlier when you were talking about ‘one of your contestants going home first’?

Jen: The other producer and I split you guys into groups. But don’t worry, you don’t have to work with my other contestants or anything. I’ll just be guiding you through the season to get the best storylines for episodes out of you and the others.

Judas: So… you’ll be producing me?

Jen: Exactly! Of the people you’ve met, Bianca, Zeke, and Derek here are all under my care.

Jen gestures to the contestant in the chair next to yours.

Derek: Hey. It looks like we’re on the same team.

Judas: The same team, huh? I hope we get to spend lots of time together.

Derek: I’m sure we can make that happen.

Jen: Derek you’re up for Confessional. Piper said she’s taking over my intro interviews while I get Judas ready.

Derek: Why didn’t you tell me? I do not want to keep Piper waiting.

Derek rushes toward the door, but stops to wave at you.

Derek: See you out there, Judas.

You nod as Jen runs a makeup brush along your cheeks.

Judas: So, what’s the deal with everyone flirting with me nonstop? I mean, I know I’m a catch, but they’re not exactly my type…

Jen: I’m glad you brought that up.

Jen puts down the brush to look you in the eye.

Jen: It’s time to give you some tough producer love. If you wanna win this game, you have to keep your eyes on the prize. You can flirt with the other contestants all you want. In fact, the more the better! But don’t fall for anyone. There’s nothing more ineligible than someone who’s taken.

Judas: So… get them to fall for me without falling for them? Consider it done.

Jen: Now that that’s out of the way… it’s time to find the perfect outfit to make a good first impression!

Jen digs through the racks of clothes until…

Jen: Ta-da! This is perfect.

Judas: Let me try it on… Well? What do you think?

Jen: Judas, you look…

You smile as Jen blushes and clears her throat.

Jen: You’re gonna be the hit of the night!

Jen puts the finishing touches on your hair….

Jen: And… you’re ready to go!

Judas: Let’s do this.

Jen: That’s what I like to hear!

Next, Jen leads you into a soundproof room with a couch and a camera.

Jen: Welcome to your first Confessional.

Judas: This is so cool!

You plop down on the couch and grin at Jen.

Judas: I’m really gonna be on TV, aren’t I?

Jen laughs.

Jen: Yes, yes you are.

Jen takes her place next to the camera.

Jen: Now remember, out there is where you get the other contestants to fall for you, but in here? This is where you get America to fall for you.

Judas: But if the other contestants are the ones who vote for eliminations, why does it matter if America likes me?

Jen: The viewers get a say in what goes on in the beach house through the audience vote. Every week, they’ll have some way to contribute to the game, whether it’s giving someone immunity or forcing them to wear a silly costume. Regardless, you want them on your side.

Judas: Got it.

Jen: Now, America likes a strong personality. The most popular are the Sweethearts, the Villains, and the Flirts. Each type of attitude has its pros and cons. It’s up to you what kind of contestant you want to be. Just remember, the attitude you choose now could have lasting consequences on your game later… Any questions?

Judas: Let’s get started!

Jen turns on the camera, then smiles at you.

Jen: First question… what makes you America’s Most Eligible?

Judas: Honestly? I’m not sure I am America’s Most Eligible… There are so many wonderful men and women in the cast. I just feel lucky to be counted among them!

Jen gives you a thumbs-up.

Jen: Next question… What’s it like knowing you’re the underdog in this competition?

Judas: They think I’m an underdog, huh? Well, we all know America loves an underdog. America’s history is full of Davids defeating Goliaths. Maybe if I work hard enough this season, I’ll be one of them.

Jen: Alright, we only have time for one more question…. What’s your take on love?

Judas: I think love is the best feeling in the world. Whether it’s romantic or platonic or familial, love is awesome.

You pause and look around the room, as if to check for eavesdroppers. You drop your voice to a whisper…

Judas: It’s actually why I’m here this season. I know a lot of naysayers claim you can’t find love on TV, but I believe in this process. And I’m ready to open my heart.

Jen: That was perfect. You’re a natural Sweetheart, Judas. I feel like we’re going to be best friends for life!

Judas: Are you sure? It wasn’t too over-the-top?

Jen: There’s no such thing as too over-the-top on reality TV.

Just then, Jen’s walkie-talkie starts to squawk.

Walkie-Talkie: Helloooooooo? Earth to Jen! Where are you? We’re about to start filming!

Jen: That’s the other producer. We’d better get out there!

You join the other contestants outside onstage.

Piper: Finally.

Jen: Sorry, Piper!

You hurry to take your spot between Teagan and Bianca.

Teagan: Your aura looks stunning tonight, Judas.

Bianca: Yeah, who knew you clean up so well?

Derek: I had faith.

Zeke: Looks like I’ll actually have competition for the camera tonight.

Derek: Huh, that’s odd… Aren’t there supposed to be eleven contestants? There are only ten of us right now.

You look around the stage at the unfamiliar faces…

Judas: Maybe there’s another last-minute addition, like me.

Piper: Attention people. We only have five hours of hard night for filming. That means we need to get all our shots before the sun comes up. We don’t want a repeat of last season, right Carson?

Carson: Right!

Piper: Now let’s get a move on!

A few of the contestants snicker as Carson jumps in front of the camera.

Carson: Welcome to a brand-new season of America’s Most Eligible.

The live audience cheers and claps.

Fan2: Wooohooooo!

Fan: Go Judas!

Carson: I’m your host, Carson. Tonight, our contestants will embark on a ten-week journey to be crowned the Most Eligible Date in America. After a summer of Challenges and Dates, romances and heartbreaks, only one will be left standing.

Carson dramatically turns to face Camera 2.

Carson: But in an America’s Most Eligible first, we have a twist before we even meet the new cast!

Judas: A twist? Already?!

Bianca: I swear, if we have to team up--

Derek: They did that two seasons ago. I doubt they’d reuse the same trick so soon.

Carson: As you at home know, we’ve been tallying the Audience Vote for favorite past housemate, and we have a winner! Contestants, say hello to your final competitor… last season’s Addict!

Judas: Addict?!

A silhouetted figure emerges from the house and walks onto the stage as the audience goes crazy! From across the patio, Addict catches your eye and smiles. You blush as you remember your afternoon on the beach… Addict shakes the host’s outstretched hand.

Addict: Hello, Carson. It’s good to be back.

Thoughts on the episode…

Wow. All I can say is that Piper truly is a crazy bitch. I mean, what a way to treat people. Especially poor Carson. I get running a tight-ship but Carson is clearly great at his job and treating him like the office dog and embarrassing him in front of the public and the contestants… bitchy move. He is an emmy-nominated presenter or whatever it was he said right at the start, he’s a hot commodity and if he chooses to leave the show won’t be the same. So show him some damn respect.

Addict is strange. But less strange than all the other contestants. I was thinking about ditching him for Derek who is very hot, but is giving me weirdo vibes. So unless any of the contestants I haven’t met yet catch my eye, Addict may be the one for me.

Fave Character of the Chapter: Jen

Least Fave Character of the Chapter: Piper

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