#honestly i wasn’t sure if the video would turn out good but it’s aight

[sea-jello]

Day 25/October 25: Fight || Bow || "I'm not very good."

the sequel

[beelsnack]

Henlo!!! Just wanted to request MC getting surprised by the demon bros in the human realm! The bros miss MC a lot so they just surprise them and hang out for a bit :) it can be HCs! Thank you and I love ya work ❤️

Henlo!! Get ready for some fluff, my dudes.

I don’t know why, but this seemed better as short little headcanons as opposed to my usual scenarios.

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Lucifer

- He had expressly forbade any of his brothers from going up to the human world, because “they needed time to readjust.”

- But apparently Pridey McPrideface is exempt from his own rules.

- He does his research. If the human still lives with their parents or has roommates, he picks a night when they are home alone.This night is reserved for the two of them, and he will eviscerate anyone who gets in the way.

- Honestly, he wants to do some sort of grand entrance, but in the end, he simply knocks on the door.

- “Hello, my dear,” he takes their hand and kisses their knuckles. “I’ve missed you.”

- “Lucifer!” they tackle him with a hug strong enough to knock over a lesser demon. In his peripheral, Lucifer sees a neighbor stick their head out of the door and look around with a confused look.

- “You have nosy neighbors, I see.”

“Well, I mean, I did just scream ‘Lucifer...’”

“Perhaps we should go inside before someone calls a priest?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

- The two of them spend the night in their living room, just talking. They ask if he wants to go out somewhere, but he declines.

“This is the most relaxed I’ve been in centuries. I’m perfectly satisfied with staying in with you.”

- He hadn’t intended to stay the night, but it was near impossible to resist the offer. And that would end up being his downfall.

- He had forgotten about that stupid game that his brothers and the human liked to play, where they got pictures of each other sleeping. And, just as he couldn’t resist the temptation to spend the night with them, they couldn’t resist the temptation to steal a picture while he slept.

- When he arrived back at the House of Lamentation, all six of his brothers were waiting for him in the entrance hall.

- “So, where ya been, Luci?” Mammon sneered. “Ya couldn’t have possibly snuck off to visit the human after makin’ damn sure you told us not to do that, now could ya?”

“It’s not like our dear eldest brother to do something so hypocritical.” Satan said coolly, regarding Lucifer with a raised eyebrow.

“...I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Lucifer huffed.

“’Hey guys! How many points is a sleeping Lucifer worth?’” Levi turned his phone around to show Lucifer a picture of his own sleeping face, with the human’s laughing eyes just poking out from the bottom corner.

“...Oh.”

He wasn’t living this one down for a while.

Mammon

- This sneaky little bastard straight up just climbs into their room in the middle of the night.

- You know, like he DIDN’T live in a completely different realm.

- The human damn near punches him in the face when he wakes them up.

- “Mammon, what the actual fuck are you doing?”

“Visiting, what’s it look like?”

“To my neighbors, probably breaking and entering.”

- They should kick him out, all they have to do is issue a pact command. But Mammon looks at them with his sad blue eyes and they just can’t bring themself to do it.

- “I got so used to ya...y’know...sleeping next to me.” he shuffled around like a kid waiting to get scolded. “It’s hard to fall asleep when ya ain’t there.”

“Shut up and cuddle with me, you big baby.”

- They stay up stupidly late watching vine compilations and talking until they straight up just pass out against each other. They stay like that for the rest of the night.

- And by rest of the night I mean until freaking noon the next day. And the only reason they wake up then is because Lucifer is blowing up Mammon’s phone.

- “Mammon, where are you?”

“If you’re out clubbing, be back at a reasonable hour. If you’re out scheming, don’t come back until you have something to show for it.”

“You better not have passed out in a gutter somewhere. We have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

“Mammon, please tell me you didn’t directly disobey an order and go visit the Human Realm.”

Four unread voicemails.

“Welp, you’re fucked.”

“Thanks, human, love you too.”

Leviathan:

- Social anxiety is a bitch and a half, so he just asks if he can come visit.

-Deadass just portals into their living room like “’Sup, I brought games, go get some snacks and get prepared to get rekt.”

- That’s it, that’s the visit.

- They decide to do multiplayer vs some other humans and they wipe the floor with them.

- “Eat it, normies, I’M the one playing with a hot person! Have fun in your moms’ basements!”

“Pot meet kettle, Levi.”

“I don’t live in a basement, though!”

“Fair point. Boom, headshot!”

- Levi manages to sleep over without repercussions solely because nobody is surprised if he doesn’t show up somewhere.

Satan

- Makes direct eye contact with Lucifer as he leaves the House of Lamentation and goes “Don’t wait up.”

-Times his surprise visit so he’s made himself comfortable with a book and a cup of coffee when they get home.

- They brought a friend over to study or whatever. The human sees him in the middle of the living room and just screeches “Satan, what the fuck?”

-The friend is like “Aight imma head out.” And like goes into witness protection.

- Satan comes bearing gifts of the newest installments of Devildom book series’ and a recording of the episodes of the crime dramas that they need to catch up on.

- They pause between each episode to talk theories even though Satan already knows what happens. Both of them feel proud of the human when they figure it out.

- Mammon texts Satan in the middle of the night in absolute terror.

Mammon: Satan you get your ass back to the Devildom right now!

Satan: Why?

Mammon: Because Lucifer is about to rip a hole through the dimensions to drag you back here!

Satan: That sounds like a Lucifer problem.

Mammon: It’s about to be a Three Realms problem!

- Read 2:09 AM

Asmodeus

- He just tells Lucifer he’s going to visit Solomon.

- And makes sure to tell him that if Lucifer decides to interrupt him, he will gladly let him listen to all of the naughty things they’re going to be doing.

- And Lucifer just straight up doesn’t want to deal with his shit so he lets it go.

- The human comes home to see Asmo stretched out on their bed scrolling through Devilgram.

- “Ugh, finally! You took forever!”

“Asmo? What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was planning on seducing you, but I absolutely refuse to have sex on a bed that moans louder than I do.”

- They go on a cute little cafe date and Asmo insists on going to all of the high-end fashion stores.

- “Devildom fashion trends always seem a few decades behind the human world. Honestly, it wasn’t until about five years ago that I could find a skirt above my knees! You would think a Realm full of sin and vice would be a little more up-to-date with provocative attire.”

- FASHION. SHOW.

-They spend an absurd amount of time trying on tacky jewelry and roasting it via Snapchat. Like, the employee showed up on Asmo’s story as they were kicking them out.

- They buy a bottle of liquor on their way back to the human’s place, get absolutely smashed and, depending on your preference, either have the giggliest sex ever or watch stupid beauty hack videos. Maybe both. Actually, definitely both.

- The next morning, Asmo does an Inter-dimensional Walk of Shame and no one is surprised.

Beelzebub

- Was going to lie about where he was going but felt guilty about it.

- So he just didn’t tell anyone.

-Knocks on the human’s door and immediately gives them the biggest bear hug.

- “I missed you, so I came to visit. That’s okay, right?”

- Beel wants to go out to eat, but the human flat out says no because they can’t afford to wine and dine the Avatar of Gluttony.

- They compromise by buying a crapton of snacks at the grocery store.

- Cashier: Must be a big party you’re having.

Human, grabbing a family size bag of chips out of Beel’s hand without even turning to look at him: Yup.

- They make themselves a blanket fort in their living room, watching movies and eating way too many snacks. Beel asks them questions about their family and their life up there. If the human has photos, he wants to see all of them.

-The human falls asleep mid-movie, slumping against his shoulder. Beel picks them up and tucks them into bed, planning on leaving to let them rest before they sleepily ask him to spend the night.

Belphegor

- Convinces Mammon to cover for him.

- Does this by going “Please, Big Brother?” and Mammon caves almost immediately.

- Pops into the human’s bedroom in the early hours of the morning and wiggles into bed with them.

- “Why am I not surprised?”

“Missed you too.”

- Human just accepts the snuggles and goes back to sleep. Belphie makes sure they have good dreams.

- If they have work or school, Belphie convinces them to call in sick and spend the day with him.

- Lots of naps and sleepy kisses. The chillest day ever.

- The human feels so relaxed that they almost convince Belphie to stay another night, and Belphie almost agrees.

- But Mammon’s ability to bullshit will only last so long, and Belphie knows he needs to go back before someone notices that his “afternoon nap” was going on 14 hours.

- “Come see me in my dreams, okay?”

[iwaisa]

class 1-a boys kissing their crush for a tiktok

pairings: midoriya, bakugou, and kaminari x gender neutral reader

warnings: mild swearing, a lil suggestive, tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: this wasn’t a request, but it just happened to pop into my head and i got really excited :D

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

► now shuffling...

babie 🥺

i think that he would have tiktok, but would never post

he just likes watching them

especially clips of All Might

one day he’s scrolling through tiktok and he comes across a video of two people sitting in a car

there's text at the top saying “hanging with my best friend!”

he watches as they laugh and playfully push each other

honestly he starts to smile from just watching them be happy

and then one person leans in

and grabs the other person’s face

and kisses them

he’s like 😄 what

so it's normal for people in the States to kiss their best friends ??/?//?

but at the same time he doesn’t stop thinking about it

and he doesn’t stop thinking about you

and what you might do if you were in that persons’ position

you two were pretty good friends, and you always were hanging with his friends

it didn’t take long for you to catch feelings for the green-haired boy

fast forward to that weekend and he still hasn’t stopped thinking about that video

and he decides he’s been pining over you long enough

he’s in the common room at the dorms and he calls you to meet him down there

he’s setting up his phone as he sees you walk into the room

he tells you he wants to do a tiktok with you

you’re like okay 😃

so the song starts and he tells you to dance

so you two are just dancing like dorks

and then right before the song picks up

you know the part i’m talking about

he turns towards you and places his hands on your cheeks softly

and he starts to lean in

and you’re just frozen in place

he accidentally bumps foreheads and noses with you but it's okay! you two end up sharing a really sweet and slow kiss

after the video ends you just stand there like 🧍

and he’s like 🧍‍♂️

and then he apologizes asking if he invaded your personal space while flailing his arms around

i mean you just kissed me but go off

he’s muttering quietly about something along the lines of “i should’ve prepared for what would’ve happened if you didn’t like it”

you put your hands on his shoulders and say that you liked it and that you liked him

he’s never been more red in his whole life

so then he calms down and sucks it up and asks you to be his s/o

after you say yes, he just about passes out

he leans down to give you a kiss again, this time being a little longer than the previous one

your video went viral due to the fact that it was ‘the perfect awkward first kiss’

he thinks it’s bullshit

one because he doesn’t get why they had to do it on camera

and two because he’s positive you’ve already seen the trend (hypothetically speaking: IF he wants to do this with you. hypothetically though.)

three because he has no idea how to kiss someone and he's a little jealous 🥺🥺🥺

what’s the point in surprising you if you already know the trend right?

hypothetically 😳

the bakusquad is hanging out in the common room talking about the test you guys had today

mina switched the topic when she started squealing

“look at this cute video!”

she shows them a video of two people dancing in the rain

the guys are like uhhhhh aight

bakugou is complaining that they would just get a cold so it’s stupid

but then the one person leans over and kisses the other

and they’re like OHHHHHHH

that person’s got game

n e ways

bakugou pretends not to be interested because he’s tsundere like that ☺️☺️☺️

he yells at them to stop watching those stupid videos

yeah, bakugou. those stupid videos you would kill to recreate

but one day he’s laying in bed past 8 pm because he can't sleep

and he decides to download tiktok

he stays up until 10 pm for the first time !1!11!!

he keeps watching those videos and imagining him and you in those positions

fast forward the next day and he’s talking to kirishima and mina

and they see that he has tiktok on his phone

they start bullying him to the point where he blurts out that he ‘just wanted to make a stupid f*cking kissing video with you’

they’re stunned

but not that stunned because they literally see him checking you out all the damn time

he has no self control

so they hatch a plan to get bakugou to make a tiktok

and they finally decide to do it in his dorm room since you two will be studying there later

so you show up in his dorm and he’s so stiff

like iida stiff

you think its weird as hell but you don’t question it

you sit at his desk and he sits on the floor at his table

you two start working on homework occasionally asking each other questions

then suddenly he puts his phone on the desk next to you with tiktok open

“oh! do you wanna film a tiktok? wait,,,, you have tiktok??”

he just nods his head, tells you to stay right there and presses the button

he kinda stands behind your chair like 🧍‍♂️

and you’re nodding along to the song smiling

and you see him slap his face and he stomps up to you

he turns you around in the chair and kisses you aggressively

emphasis on the aggressively

because your head and teeth hurt

also did he just bite your lip??

so the tiktok ends and he pulls away

“kacchan, do you liiiike me?” you tease

“HELL NO DUMBASS”

“ouch. well i liked that. and i like you.”

…

…..

“..fine. i like you too dumbass.”

both of you are just blushing idiots

his video went viral but at what cost

the people in the comments were clowning him for being so aggressive 🤡

this dude is such a mf tease

you two will shamelessly flirt in class

aizawa has most definitely gotten pissed way too many times to count

but it's too fun to stop

he 100000% has tiktok and makes prank videos with sero

he has a video that has millions of views because it was a compilation of bakugou getting angry at them for pranking him

one of the videos you were in because you watched as sero made a tape trap on the doorway

bakugou chased mina right into the trap and the video turns to you doubling over laughing

denki watches that video everyday just to see you laughing 😪😌

but there is an issue

denki thinks you don’t like him because you two are such good friends and he’s sure you only see him that way

and you think he’s only messing with you and isn’t serious about all of the flirtatious things he says to you

when you aren’t together both of you are definitely really sad about it

but the bakusquad knows

oh they knowwwwwwwww

it’s painful to watch both of you get so flustered because of each other but not do ANYTHING about it

it pisses bakugou off to no end

“WHY DON’T YOU JUST MAKE ONE OF THOSE SHITTY TIKTOKS THEN DUNCE FACE”

“...bakubro you have tiktok?”

no, but kirishima does. and he definitely showed bakugou, mina, and sero a video from the trend. the only person who hasn’t seen this trend is denki (surprisingly because he’s usually so on top of all the newest trends)

it was a video of two people sparring with each other

at first he’s like “how do they go from this to kissing each other?”

then he sees the one person speed towards the other and literally sweeps them off their feet before planting a big ol kiss on the other person’s lips

oh. so that’s how.

after that denki does his research

and he plans out exactly where and when he wants it to happen

and he decides he’ll do it at a little park

when he asks you to go to the park you think it's kinda sus since no one else is going

but you just ignore it because you think he doesn’t like you like that. right?

WRONG.

he is THIS CLOSE to shitting his pants. no doubt.

you two arrive and he runs to the seesaw

you go on the other side and you two start bouncing up and down

then you move on to the slide

you’re standing on the platform and you watch as he sets his phone up on a bench

you’re like????

is he gonna prank ME??

he’s too scared to prank you in fear of you not liking him 🥺

he runs back over to you and tells you to come down the slide and that he’ll catch you

so you come down the slide and he stops you right at the end

you two stare at each other for a second

but then this mf chickens out

he covers his face with his hand and backs away quickly

so you move on to the monkey bars

he runs to set the camera up (again)

you’re just chillin on the monkey bars swinging your legs and he goes up to you and stops your legs from swinging

“catch me denki!”

he yelps as you let go of the bars but he does catch you

and now your legs are wrapped around his waist

you put your arms around his neck and smile down at him

and then he leans up to capture your lips

you’re so stunned that you don't even realize until a few seconds later until you kiss back

you tug on his hair and this man literally pulls away and moans

he also accidentally shocks your thighs with his fingers

you pull away and you’re like?? denki?? did u?? just? moan?????

he’s already embarrassed from the fact that he finally kissed you that he doesn’t need to be embarrassed from THAT too

the tiktok ended a while ago but you two just stare at each other

you finally clear up that you do in fact like him back

then he asks you to be his s/o

when you say yes he spins you around

his video went viral purely for the fact that everyone clearly saw him moan LMAOOO

[hq-lovin]

heyo bean!!! could you do hcs where you’re bokuto, kuroo, yaku, and noya’s best friend/childhood friend?? thank you!! -✨

bokuto, kuroo, noya as bffs

heyoooo!! I’m sorry I didn’t do Yaku since I didn’t have any inspiration 😔 but I hope you enjoy the ones I did!

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➣ pairing : bokuto/reader kuroo/reader noya/reader

➣ headcannons

➣ warning : slight manga spoilers on noya,

gif @volleygifs | @houseofkarasuno | @flowerymoments

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kōtarō bokuto

Being besties with Bokuto is so much fun, being CHILDHOOD besties? Amazing. You’re probably used to all of the crazy antics and are desensitized to it.

You, Bokuto and Akaashi all hangout together and it’s basically just babysitting Bokuto half of the time and making sure he doesn’t die.

I feel like Bokuto’s just adopting introverted mom friends left and right so you’re probably gonna get thrown in the mix.

Being Bokuto’s bestie is an adventure, he’s a very chaotic baby who needs attention 24/7 and has unlimited supplies of energy.

You guys probably go on like 72627 adventures a day because he has an attention span of a chimpanzee.

Things like amusement parks, anything he can climb on, and children’s playgrounds are right up his alley.

“Bo you’re scaring the kids.”

“Nah they love me! Isn’t that right Timmy?”

“Bokuto he’s crying.”

Yes he accidentally scares off children because he gets too excited and wants to play with them, not realizing he’s this 6ft horned owl that’s climbing on the monkey bars.

He also does the crazy shit, like he will go swimming in that river. Yes right now, now hold his shirt as he strips into his underwear.

You have to help him not get into trouble by doing stupid things like that.

But don’t underestimate him, he has your back and will fight anyone who insults you on the spot. You and Akaashi have to hold him back.

“The hell did you say? That’s my best friend you’re talking about. No, no say it again.”

“Bokuto it’s fine—”

“FucK it uPp!!” “Konoha stOP.”

If you won’t let him fight anyone the he’s 150% taking you to an arcade and doing those punchy thingies, where you punch it and it shows your score.

He’s honestly your ride or die BFF, you know that meme where the guy wore booty shorts in a bathroom bc his friend needed sweatpants for a test? Yeah, that’s him.

“Bo I need your sweatpants so go hide in the bathroom with my shorts.”

“Aight.”

He just cares about you 🥺 he loves you a lot and no one gets to make fun of his awesome bestie.

tetsuro kuroo

Roasting wars. Roasting wars. Roasting wars. Roasting wars. Roasting wars. Roasting wars. Roasting wars. Roasting wars. Roasting—

“God, you looked like an idiot.”

“You’re calling me an idiot? Have you heard your dumb speech?”

“Excuse me? That speech’s for Kenma!”

“Kenma looks like he wants to die every time he hears it!”

This little shit is the most savage bestie you could have, y’all roast each other every single fucking day. Yaku and Kai are t i r e d.

Honestly, y’all are so mean to each other people actually think you guys hate each other, like the very first time Kai met you, he was more scared of you two than Kuroo and Yaku.

Oh my gosh, you guys are the biggest gossip buddies, have you seen him?? He’s the biggest volleyball gossip.

“Did you hear about Ushiwaka?”

“What? No? What happened?”

“Okay, so basically...”

If you were friends with him when you were younger there’s a good chance that you were friends with Kenma as well, so that’s fun.

Kenma’s honestly so done with the both of you 😳 he’s tired man, he just wants to play his video games in peace 😔

Most of the times when you guys hang out it’s just you recording Kuroo while he does the craziest shit.

He really does care about you though, even if most of the time he’s roasting you, he’s 100% all for fighting someone who disrespected you.

Or alternative choice:

You both go off on the person who was a jerk and they suffer in insults and roasts.

yū nishinoya

Nishinoya is such a bold, and adventurous character you just KNOW being friends with him would be the best.

You’d get him to do the wildest things, and he’d pull through 😳 don’t underestimate him. Just because he’s short doesn’t mean he won’t climb that 287272 ft tree.

You also helped him with all of his fears by daring him to do a bunch of crazy shit, followed by him yelling at you that he wasn’t sacred.

I mean,, his grandpa helped too

But this dude is so much fun to be around, like if you tell him you wanted to do something he’s already on to it.

“Noya where’re we going?”

“Skydiving, why?”

“I— WHAT”

He’d look at you with a confused stare and just tilt his head all innocent like: “did you not want to or??”

“I thought you wanted to go skydiving?”

“I meant in the future!”

Oh how the turns have tabled. He only smirks and practically drags you to the place where he forces you to skydive.

When you ask him why he tells you this:

“This was revenge for all the things you made me do when we’re like 8!”

“I- 😳”

After that he drags you to more fun adventures, like one time you him and Tanaka went out for milkshakes at 4 am in the morning, and then went to Daichi’s house to see if he was awake.

You, Tanaka, and Noya all share 1 braincell and lost it when Daichi whooped your asses.

Also another ride or die bff, and will throw hands at anyone who has beef with you.

Like, bby boi is short but it takes you, Tanaka and Daichi to stop him from fighting someone who said your hair looked w a c k.

“Say that again! Do it I dare you! See what happens I-”

Also protective over you, any person who tries to flirt with you has to go through Nishinoya because he’s not letting some douche bag asshat date his bestie 😊

And when the person breaks your heart, you already know he’s gonna throw hands.

“Let me at them! You can’t just do that to Y/n!”

“Noya stop oh my god!”

Once he calms down, he’s gonna raid the grocery store for the ice cream, candy, chocolate, because that’s what Kiyoko said to get.

God, he’s just an awesome bestie.

[calypsoff]

Sixty Three. Part 2

The love of my life Mel always coming through, the fact she made me breakfast in bed is just showing wifey material “you think I could get married again?” I questioned “who, you? Girl, we could. We could be in a polygamist relationship? I mean seeing as your man has a bromance maybe we can have ours” I chuckled “thank you for breakfast in bed, was I snoring last night?” Mel eyes widened “you have always done the heavy breathing mouth open business which I am used too, chile yes. You were snoring a lot” I sighed out “I am getting fat that is why, maybe it’s me. Maybe I am eating bad things, but I crave just luxury greasy food!” Mel chuckled “calm down, you are very passionate about food. I get it baby, but then I couldn’t finish off love and hip hop either, you were snoring over it” how shameful “maybe I need to eat healthy, like my chin. It’s becoming double, don’t you think?” Mel rolled her eyes “you are pregnant! Shut up, you’re eating for two Robyn, I don’t care about anything you are saying. You’re glowing, you’re the prettiest bitch I know that is pregnant and glowing, your ankles aren’t even what you’re saying. So now what?” Mel really snapped on me, she has shut down every issue with a quickness. I must have drove her crazy with my whining but it’s true “you’re my wife for life, thank you” I am not even looking for compliments, I just feel that way “when I saw you at the Grammys, just everything about you. You look I don’t know, even more beautiful if that can be a thing. I mean look at this” Mel turned away and then bought her phone into my eye view “no way, you’re such a fan” I giggled, she has my red carpet look as her lock screen picture “so elegant, hand under bump. So protective of the baby” poking my bottom lip out “I am, thank you Mel, you’re the best” that has really made my day, I adore her so much “so are you, your eyes look bomb as fuck too. Seen your eye colour, whoever took the shot, took the money one” seeing that picture, I get it. I do look good.

Mel is actually right; I do look good on the red carpet and I never really posted my look so I thought I would do it now. I posted it an hour ago and it’s hit a million already, that fast too I don’t know how but Mel is right, she is taking me out for dinner. She is such a good wife, she asked, and I said yes because why not. I’ve ate breakfast about two hours ago and I’m here already cooking up steak, I am hungry, and I think it’s my sadness speaking. Chris text me just half hour ago, a text not even a call and the text really made no sense whatsoever, he spoke on I’m good and are you but that’s it and it’s like what? It made no sense to me because I said to him call me when he got there and he never did, I think he’s maybe hungover, so I guess but that video he reposted on his page has gone, like he deleted it just like that “I’m glad you’re here, because I know I’m not losing my mind” I pointed at Mel as I turned away from the pan “why? You might be, they say when you’re pregnant you forget things” I know damn well what I saw “so last night you told me to stop watching Chris right? Remember I watched a video, and the female was like Breezy you can dance or whatever?” Crossing my arms above my bump “yes I do, why?” See I knew it “he deleted that video on his page, I am guessing he reposted it in a drunken state, woke up realised and deleted it” Mel pulled a face confused “why would he delete it? Knowing he put it up for the world to see?” I laughed “he assumed I was asleep, think about it. I have been sleeping constantly early, he knows that so he assumed delete it, so I won’t see and then text me at the same time. So is he playing a game? Why delete it? He knew there was a female speaking, he reposted from her page too, am I looking into this too much? Did he just not want the headache, tell me” I am asking Mel like she knows “I think he just didn’t want the headache; I think you’re right in him just not wanting the argument. He assumed you would be asleep” that really upsets me “I don’t want to seem like a wife that is panicking that my husband will cheat because he won’t but I’m feeling like shit, what the fuck is he doing” I am frustrated “I tell you what he’s not doing, he’s not bout going to stress you out” she says that but I am.

I shouldn’t but I am, I am just thinking why did he delete that video so I had to find out the girl, find out her name on Instagram which was easy because of the fan pages. Chris is one hundred percent high as hell and drunk, he has a picture with the girl too which is expected. He had a very good night, and I am very unsure on what to do, I don’t want to seem like the person ruining his fun, I am thinking hard on this. He still won’t call me; I did think thirst trap but no. And I know the only reason he won’t call me because he knows I will be angry at him; I am honestly very angry him. He’s made is even worse by actually deleting the post, I mean for what “you’re thinking so hard aren’t you? I can tell with the look on your face” nodding my head “I’m not even going to be childish in this, I mean there is so many things I can do but I think I’m going to be silent and then bite when he comes back home, what on earth is he playing at” I need to stop thinking about it, i really do “best way, don’t react. If he rings then he does, he will come home eventually” squinting my eyes, I am so fucking angry “eventually, he doesn’t see how bad he looks. It may be harmless, but it really isn’t Mel, this is not it, Mel I want to fucking cuss him out” looking back at my phone, I am just here like a crazy bitch looking at his tagged pictures. Tapping on the video, from the freeze frame he is pointing and laughing. The video started playing, the video panned to what Chris was pointing at “you keep laughing but tell me, why they call you breezy?” It is that same girl that was taking a video of him, he looked at the camera “y’all heard Chris rap? Drop us a line” Chris busted out laughing “I can’t, Mr Graham is lying, he is lying” he shook his head “drop them bars, come on. He literally did” Chris is showing out, you can tell on his face. He licked his lips “go then Breezy, get on with it” I would rip that bitches’ eyes out “aight, wait” he laughed “I got something, ok. Lower that shit down, a little!” how can he just do this to me, like he is really doing this. The music turned down “y’all hear this, my nigga got bars” Chris bopped his head “yeah my niggas thugging, popping rubber-bands money in my hand, double cupping with that Sprite mix it with Zan” he lifted his cup “we some zombies here to tonight, slow motion yo bitch choosing. She said ‘don't they call you Breezy?’ I told that bitch ‘I'm cooling’ hundred million dollars, got a hundred on my chain” They all cheered laughing “right no, done. Over” Mel snatched my phone “over!” she pointed at me.

I don’t even know how to feel “we just literally got married, I am not going to cry” I said the very words and what did I do, I sobbed out “no, I am not. What the fuck Mel” Mel locked my phone “we are going, just us two. Forget the meal, pack yo shit and we are going Mexico to unwind. I don’t want to hear it, go back pack your things and we are going. And we will have our fun, you don’t need to be sat here thinking of that. That is so mean to you, what if you were alone? What if I wasn’t here, you would be a mess on your own. The blue check got to him, he thinks he can act like that and have you. When it doesn’t work like that” I sniffled “I don’t want anybody to know I have issues, I know these pages are posting it but me, us. We can’t show it, it looks so bad. I might as well stayed with Rakim least he silently just drove me crazy, nobody fucking knew” Mel shushed me “you are carrying my child, just relax. Please gather your stuff, leave the home how it is. Or better yet leave the home a little messier, you know how you dislike him throwing his clothes on the floor. I am not saying anything, but you know” Mel side eyed me, I think I get what she means.

If Mel wasn’t here, she is right I would be here just crying, I would be because first I didn’t want him to go. This was supposed me mine and his time, he mentioned that we don’t have alone time and when we do he planned that. Chris is very much my weakness and I hate that for me “it’s annoying me already” turning to Mel “mhmm well he likes to have his clothes on the floor doesn’t he not? Well there he goes, anyways you packed? Don’t make the bed, leave everything to what it is. A mess, you tell me how you are here doing all these things for him to just go, like that too. And left you alone, you’re pregnant. You needed someone here to make sure you’re ok, it was wrong and he needs to learn. Chris is as you said, not the cheating type but he very friendly and that is trouble but he will for sure realise he fucked up when he sees the home like this. Those pans that you cooked steak on, I hope he can scrub, I just made myself a milkshake too. So we ready” nodding my head, my phone started ringing “poppa” siri said his name, rolling my eyes “he calls you now, but don’t be made. Don’t do it” nodding my head, answering the call “hey” I breathed out “you didn’t answer my text everything ok?” I didn’t answer his text hours ago “yeah fine, just doing nothing as you left me like this” Mel eye-balled me “I will be back twin, it’s just the weekend. I miss you” he hasn’t mentioned the video situation “you too, oh my mom is ringing. I need to answer this” I lied “I will call you later then. I love you” I hate him “too” that is all I said before disconnecting the call, I am going to go Mexico and relax.

The perks of having a jet, you can be in one place to another just like that “you even got me the home I like, oh god. You’re the best, thank you” that is so sweet of her “I mean I rather you let me pay for this, it’s unfair on you” Mel waved me off “be quiet, you always take me everywhere and you pay for everything, you think I can’t do this for you? Don’t be silly, anyways you can have your phone back. I am sure you are bored without it” Mel banned me from my phone “thank you, I still need to keep an eye on him because he is my husband, you know” taking my phone from Mel “of course, just I didn’t want you to dwell on it you know” she has a point “and right on time” Chris is calling, he did say he would call me later. Answering the call “yes?” I rather he didn’t call me, I am not going to question anything including the face he didn’t call me either “I am sure your momma off the phone now” sitting down on the couch “yeah” I breathed out “I am just sat on the side lines, Drake has a basketball court in his home. It’s so dope” he hasn’t even mentioned the partying, he is so full of shit, I can’t believe him “nice, erm I am tired. You have fun there” I swear I can hear it, moving the phone away from my ear and putting on loud speaker, there is girls in the background, I can hear it “sure, are you angry with me? Look I don’t know that blog shit, they are lying” oh he knows “I haven’t seen it” I lied “aight, speak soon then” disconnecting the call, he knows I am off with him, he knows it.

I am not understanding this at all “I am sorry Mel; this is the last time I will speak on this but why is this girl there. She has seen my husband more then I have? She is constantly there videoing and taking picture of him, he is well aware. What is it? I do not like it; I am dropping it now but look. Just you see her story” Mel took my phone “after this stop” nodding my head, I am agreeing but I won’t be keeping off social media “let me refresh this page, she is from Canada. And she has a only fans link in her bio, oh boy” and Mel wants me to be calm, it’s killing me being this calm “her voice is so annoying though, how is she clinging onto Breezy so much, like she is doing the most too. Just watching this, I feel like Chris is just having fun. He isn’t being like anything, but he looks well. Skip, skip this” I really want to pop off, I really do “oh she is zooming in on Chris, mhmm oh ok girl. I get it, I see this girl having an agenda with Chris. She likes him, I see it. She is very much doing the most to get his attention, least they are actually playing basketball” Mel dragged out “so yeah, so shall we just relax?” relax, more like depression “bitch, we are going to a bar. Come, don’t care. I will get drunk on your behalf” Mel is trying her best, she would have been got my ass drunk by now but it’s a little different now.

[dashhoney25]

SB: nine

JERMAINE

I declined the call from Natasha, I wasn’t in the mood to talk to her right now. Getting in my car, I drove to the rooftop venue to check it out. I took the elevator to the Penthouse and I was immediately blown away by the view of the city. Looking around at the space, there would be plenty of room for seating, a bar area, a dj, and lights. Holding this listening party at night would be perfect for a casual night out on the town and great for taking pictures for marketing.

I pulled out my phone to call my homie up about the venue when I was interrupted by her.

 “Looking for me?” Korryn asked. I smiled, “Nice of you to finally join me” I replied, hugging her. “I came as soon as I could. I’m sorry I’m late. Where’s Natasha?” she asked. Pulling away from the embrace, Korryn walked with me as I remained silent. “King?” she questioned. “What?” I asked ignoring her question. “Where’s Natasha? She’s usually with you for these things” Korryn questioned adamantly. “What do you think of spot? Is it too much for a listening party?” I asked changing the subject.

 Korryn folded her arms and huffed. “She’s not here, alright” I admitted. “Obviously not. Why’d you ask me to come?” she questioned. “Just wanted a different perspective, aight?” I said wanting to move further along with the task for the day. Korryn rolled her eyes, “Demanding as always” she huffed. Exiting the rooftop, I followed Korryn inside of the penthouse and closed the sliding door. Korryn took a seat on the couch and glared at me while I examined the room.

 “You ever wonder what would’ve happened if we never stopped fooling around?” Korryn asked. I paused from admiring the décor and walked over to her. Chuckling, “What you mean K?” I asked. “You know, had you not wifed up Tasha. As soon as you met her, you just dropped me” she admitted. I smirked, “Nah, you know it wasn’t like that. You left me remember” I said taking a seat next to her. “King, I saw what I needed to see, and just seeing how you looked at her on set, I wasn’t gonna compete with that. I’ve never been the type to get ugly over a guy” Korryn replied placing her hand on my thigh. “I just wanted to know what could’ve been, that’s all” Korryn flashed a smile.

“You don’t have to question that anymore” I let out taking her hand that rested on my thigh. “Why not?” she asked eagerly straddling me. My eyes widened at Korryn’s forward approach, I placed my hands in my lap and watched as she took my hands, placing them on her hips.

“I can’t say I was waiting for you, but I didn’t think we’d ever get here again” she whispered to me, placing soft kisses on my neck. “K…” I said feeling her sucking on my neck, I bit my bottom lip and tried to control my thoughts “You know we not getting down like we used to” I warned. “Why not?” she asked moving my hands to her ass, damn she know she’s curvy; but shit I don’t remember her being this thick. Korryn’s hands trailed down to my joggers, messing with my dick. Her eyes locked with mine as she continued to push the envelope.

 “Because, K, I just called you up to help me out today, that’s all baby girl” I said. Korryn sighed and caressed my face, “Did she hurt you?” she questioned. I glared at her and brushed my hand against her collarbone, our eyes locked instantly. “Nah” I lied. Korryn knew I was bluffing, she saw through that shit. We fooled around for a good year before I met Natasha, apart of me always wondered what life would’ve been like had I stuck with K, but Natasha was different, she wanted more than this video vixen shit and K wasn’t trying to hear it at the time. Korryn smiled and pulled me into a kiss.

 I deepened  the embrace between us as my hands clawed her back. Her lips were so soft and her skin smelled phenomenal. Deepening the kiss, Korryn’s tongue intertwined with mine as her hips grinded against my lower half. “Fuck” I groaned on her lips. “Let me take care of you” she whispered. Pulling away from the kiss, my eyes landed on hers and she caressed my face. “Still sexy as fuck” I muttered. I placed soft kissed on Korryn’s neck, palming her thick ass as my tongue teased her collar bone. Her breathing hitched, I could feel her fingers hitting at my chest. Taking a moment to see, she pulled the straps on her knitted top, revealing her c-cup breasts.

 Keeping my cool, I resumed kissing her, but deep down she knew. “Quit playing King” she laughed on my lips, “I want you” she cooed, slickly sticking her hands down my joggers gripping my hard dick. “Just this once” her sweet voice let out. I couldn’t contain myself any longer, I don’t have Natasha around right now and we on the outs, Korryn is here and she’s ready for whatever. I pecked her lips, “Lay down” I commanded. Following my lead, Korryn laid on her back and I hovered over her, kissing and caressing her body, planting soft kisses across her collarbone, trailing my tongue down to her breasts. Sucking on her nipples I couldn’t help but swirl my tongue around them as they hardened. Her hands stroked my coily hair as I gave her the attention she wanted. Damn her body was amazing. My hands crept down to her jeans and I removed them, pulling at the thin fabric that separated me from her folds. Korryn lifted my chin and pecked my lips, “Let me” she replied removing her underwear slowly.

 I pulled my shirt over my head and watched as her pink folds glistened under the light. Biting my bottom lip, I couldn’t help but admire my view, this shit felt like old times, I couldn’t believe I was getting this chance again. Leaning down to kiss Korryn, she held me close to her wrapping her legs around my waist. Every move she made she was passionate, and she made sure I felt that shit. Taking my hand, she sucked my index and middle finger and rubbed it between her thighs, “Why you playing with me?” I questioned as I grazed her slit. She winked at me giving me the greenlight. I licked my fingers and hurriedly pushed her thighs to her ears, sucking her clit.

 Her sweet ass pussy was insatiable and her moans were even sweeter. Lapping up her juices , my tongue explored her inwardly and I bit her thighs playfully. I couldn’t get enough of her. Kissing her pretty pussy, I couldn’t get enough of how good she tasted and how wet she got for me, feeling the intensity between us, I had to find out more. Inserting two fingers, she welcomed my shit like it was meant for her, her pleading eyes begged for more as I placed soft pecks against her lips teasing her. “Mhmm, right there baby.” She called out as I finger-fucked her deep. “That’s the spot?” I questioned her slyly. Her hips bucked when I found it for her, her pussy creamed immediately as she fought to hold on.

It was unreal how good she tasted, and I couldn’t argue that I loved her pussy. “Turn over for me” I said tapping her thighs. Korryn arched her back and stuck her ass high in the air, I spread her ass cheeks and proceeded to eat her folds from the back. Holding her thighs, I roughly yanked her up as I pleasured her with my tongue, I couldn’t hold back from how good she tasted, and my dick didn’t waste anytime making an appearance either. I spit in my hand and stroked myself before slowly entering her. Sinking into her folds, I instantly felt a weird feeling inside of me as she moaned passionately accepting me with bliss.

“Finally” she exhaled, moving her ass on me as I felt myself sliding deeper into her. As good as she felt, something inside of me just couldn’t do this. Attempting to fight myself internally, I pushed deeper into Korryn, giving it my all as she flicked her clit moaning loudly. “Keep it right there!” she urged as she flicked her clit faster. Continuing to stroke her, my thoughts became cloudy, thinking about shit with Natasha. The more I thought about it, I felt myself getting soft.

Sliding out of Korryn, I placed her on top of me. “We changing?” she asked a bit confused, “Yeah baby, ride my shit for me” I said playing with her clit. A smirk crept onto her face and she wasted no time getting on me. Cupping her breasts I was enamored in her glory as she rode my shit to ecstasy taking me there. “I like this better baby” Korryn cooed keeping her eyes on me. Grabbing her hips, I bounced her up and down on me roughly watching as she took these strokes.

 Before I knew it, she creamed all over me, her body collapsed on top of mine as she sucked my neck. Pulling away from her, I caressed the side of her face and kissed her, sucking her bottom lip. “Thank you” I let out sincerely. “I know you needed me” she agreed kissing me back. Sighing, I looked down at our bodies and realized we had been here much longer than expected. “I know it’s none of my business, but, if things work out between you and Natasha, I don’t think you should tell her about this” Korryn said slyly. “Why not?” I asked brushing my beard. “Why would you? It’s our little secret” she said seductively placing a kiss to my lips. I smiled, “I’m not worried about that right now” I replied. “Good, cuz I wanna go again” she said straddling me, tying her hair into a high bun. “Wait wait” I said leaning over and grabbing my phone noticing the time. “K we gotta go. I only came here to look at a venue, we got a few more to look at” I say. “We gotta get dressed” I say getting off the couch.

 “Fine, once this is all over, you should come back to my place” Korryn says typing her knitted top. Putting on my joggers I glared back at her, “We could talk about this on the way home, aight?”

  ADONIS

To say that I was surprised to see Mercedes walk through the door was an understatement. Honestly, I was leaving the house to go pop up on Natasha and when Mercedes comes in saying that she’s ready to start a family and move up this wedding and seal the deal with sex, I honestly wasn’t feeling it. But I knew that she’d pick up on it if I didn’t give in. Rolling over in bed, I placed a kiss on Mercedes’ forehead. “I’ma go for a run” I said to her. She pulled me into a tight embrace and pecked my lips. “Alright, let me know when you’re headed home. I’ll get started on dinner” she said. “Don’t, you just got home. Just order something, relax baby” I said kissing her. “You sure Donnie?” she asked. “I promise” I said before getting out of bed. I took a quick shower and threw on some clothes and headed out the door.

 I knew that Natasha wasn’t in the mood to talk to me, so I pulled up her contact info and saw her location pinging on my phone. I drove to the park and took my usual lap around the trail, attempting to keep my cool but still looking for Natasha. Placing my airpods in my ear, I walked over to the bench to stretch when I found Natasha taking a sip of water. I had to move fast. I walked over to her, taking my airpod out of my ear getting her attention. She didn’t look too happy to see me. “What do you want?” she questioned. “Well damn I can’t speak to you?” I asked. “We spoke to each other earlier today. What more do you want Adonis?” she asked rudely.

“You finished your errands?” I asked her. She rolled her eyes, “I’m on my last one, why?” she questioned. “You told me earlier that I was keeping you. So now that I’m not, what was the deal with you earlier?” I asked walking with her. Natasha paused and took a sip of her water. Natasha ignored me and resumed her walk. “So we’re just gonna ignore the fact that I asked you a question?” I asked gruffly stepping in front of her. Natasha jumped and tightened her jacket around her. “Adonis I’m not with the games right now, I just want to enjoy a nice walk in the park without you hovering over me like a dark cloud” she huffed.

 I chuckled, “What you mean baby girl?” I questioned getting in her face. Natasha pushed passed me and took off in a sprint. This girl was really testing my patience, I don’t understand why she’s avoiding me. “Tash, hold up!” I called out behind her. I followed her down a steep hill and through a brush of leaves when her athletic sprint came to an abrupt end as I tried to catch her before she tripped over a log. “Shit!” she called out holding her ankle. I crouched down next to her, “Where does it hurt?” I asked out of genuine concern. “D I’m good. Don’t worry about it” she said attempting to stand up. “Owee!” she groaned, practically falling over, I scooped her in my arms and carried her to a nearby bench. Sitting her down, I rested her leg across my lap, “it’s your ankle isn’t it?” I asked.

 “I’ll be fine D. Had you not chased after me this wouldn’t have happened” she snapped. “What’s with the attitude Tash? You been on this shit all day and I’m sick of it!” I snapped at her. Natasha huffed and swung her leg away from me. “What are you doing here anyway? Mercedes told me she’s back in town for good. Shouldn’t you be with her?" she questioned.” “I run here. And I’ve seen her today. No need for you to check in on us” I retorted. I actually don’t run here, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity of not running into her. She’s furious with me and I can’t understand, I just wanna get to the bottom of this shit so I can stop feeling empty when I’m around Mercedes.

 “Aight, well go home. I can make it” Natasha said dismissively, hesitantly getting up. “Let me at least drive you to your car.” I offered. “Adonis, I’m fine. I’ll get there eventually” she said. “It’s getting dark. I don’t trust this side of town at night” I urged. Natasha sighed, “Fine” she said as I took her hand and we slowly headed up the hill. I couldn’t get over her detached demeanor, she unzipped her jacket and took a few sips of water before glaring at me. “Why are you staring at me?” she questioned. “I’m sorry, I just… am I feeling a disconnect between us? It’s like you really hate me or something” I added. Natasha stopped, “Honestly Adonis, I’ve been avoiding you because I told him. He knows about us. He doesn’t know it’s you, but he know that I’ve been unfaithful to him. And.. I just think it’s best that we don’t see each other. Especially since Mercedes is home for good now” Natasha spoke in a curt, but course tone keeping her response concise. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing as she resumed walking and I felt a rage of anger wash over me. “Why the fuck would you do that?” I asked grabbing her arm abruptly. Natasha’s eyes widened with rage as she snatched away from me. “D chill out! It was my decision, and I think you need to take heed” she yelled at me attempting to briskly walk.

I came behind her and scooped her in my arms bridal style. “It wasn’t his business to know that Tash” I said angrily. “If you don’t put me down!” she said kicking her legs in the air. “So you wanna cause a scene out here in front of these people? You think he gone come out here and save your triflin ass” I barked. “Fuck you!” she snapped hitting my chest sharply. Her sharp jab caused me to lose the tight grip that I had on her, catching my breath she got out of my grip and attempted to run from me. I was amused at her hobbling, but at this point we were around more people.

 I caught up to her and picked her back up, “Don’t ever pull that shit again! Even Mercedes knows not to put her hands on me” I warned. “Fuck her and fuck you! You don’t give a damn about me. Just put me down and I’ll make it fine by myself!” Ignoring her, I pulled the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door, plopping her into my front seat. Closing the door, I got into the drivers seat and started the car. “Just take me to my car Adonis.” She commanded. “We gotta talk first baby girl” I said calmly. “There’s noting else to discuss. He knows and that’s it. I can’t be seen with you.” She responded looking out of the window. Turning around the corner, I stopped by the Lake and put the car in park. “Before I take you back, I just wanna know one thing” I said. Natasha took off her seatbelt and turned towards me. “What is it?” she said annoyed. “Why’d you tell him? We could’ve handled this on our own” I questioned

“We wouldn’t have and you know it D! I told you, I’ve been down this road before, and I can’t do it anymore. I haven’t shown him any respect and obviously I don’t care about myself if I’m still fucking with you. Mercedes deserves better than the both of us and even if he and I don’t make it, I was at least honest with him” she said. I brushed my hand across my beard and glared at her. “You really think that all of your problems will go away when you cut me off huh? That didn’t seem to matter with the first guy, and now me. What makes you think that he’s fully devoted to you, knowing that you’re out here giving it up so freely?!” I challenged. “Adonis that’s none of your business! I shouldn’t have shared anything with you in confidence. Just take me to my car so I can go!” she said pushing my knee and pressing the ignition button. “My foot isn’t on the brake” I snapped. She pulled away from me and shifted in her seat. I could feel the tension building between us, and I couldn’t help but get turned on at her tantrum. “Just take me to my car Adonis!” she asked in a calmer, yet still aggressive tone. “I answered your question like you asked” she reiterated. I came over the seat and placed a soft kiss to her cheek. “D get off of me!” she spat.

I stroked her hair and she turned to face me, smacking me in the face. “What part do you not understand!” she yelled at me. Before I knew it, my hand collided with her throat, clothes lining her out of reflex, “And what part of I’m not done with you do you not get?” I asked as my hand grabbed her throat. She looked at me with wide eyes and fear. I looked down at her and her glossy eyes stared back at me. Placing a soft kiss to the side of her face and then immediately to her lips, she bit me roughly attempting to turn me off, but it only turned me on even more.

I straddled her and cupped her face dredging kisses down her neck, removing her jacket. I exposed her navy blue sports bra. “D” she said faintly. Ignoring her, I lifted her sports bra over her head exposing her breasts cupping them, lightly sucking on her nipples. She bit her bottom lip in anguish as she watched me curiously. “Please, I won’t yell if you just let me leave.” She said in a strained voice. “But I know you don’t mean that” I said moving her hand away from her chest to resume pleasing her. She moved in the seat, shielding her body from me, turning her back towards me.

 I lifted the latch from under the seat and pushed the seat backwards, allowing for more room as I quickly pulled her leggings down. She shuddered in embarrassment. “Donnie!” she yelled at me turning towards me hitting me. “You don’t mean that” I said holding her hands above her head against the headrest.

  NATASHA

With a firm grip on my wrists, he removed my panties in an instant. This isn’t what I bargained for when I first met Adonis, nor was this how I envisioned the rest of my day. Nightfall landed upon us and no one was around by the lake. All I wanted to do was go for a late midday jog, but no, he just had to be here. Why did I run? And why did I have to trip? I thought I was doing what was best for me by communicating that I wanted out of this concubine-like relationship, but I guess he isn’t finished until I’m all dried up.

I sure as hell didn’t want to spend another second with Adonis, and I was mortified at the fact that he put his hands on me. I’m not putting up a good fight, but this rough shit is turning me on and I think he knows. Honestly, I just wanted it to end, and I wanted to go home with a clear conscience knowing that I had done my deed of the day (getting tested) but it seems we’re back in a time warp. Lifting the restraint Adonis had on my wrists, he lowered the lever on the seat as he spread my thighs. Cold air flashed against my skin as his tongue came into contact with my honeypot. Before I knew it I was a moaning mess and he was nose deep in my pussy, sucking my clit with every toxic bone in his body. Biting my lip roughly, I tried my hardest not to grind my hips against him, but I couldn’t take the intense sensation of his fingers circling my hardened nipples. “Fuck!” I cried out as tears stained my face. Looking down, we made eye contact and he sat up slightly, pulling himself out of his black shorts.

 That monster that I loved so much came into view, and I could feel my pussy drooling at the thought. I attempted to close my legs and climb up the seat to avoid the terror that was bestowed upon me. This was way past drawing the line and unfortunately I’m in too deep to convince him that I want out, at least in his mind. “C’mere” he cooed in the sexiest voice ever as I clawed my way to the backseat, struggling to get away from him as he had a firm hold on my hurt ankle. The more I pulled away, the rougher he got with me, which made me even wetter. “D come on, we can’t do this, not here” I argued. “Why not?” he asked positioning me in the seat as he lined himself up with my entrance. I placed my hand over his lower half and pushed him away. “I thought you cared about me” I pleaded. “My feelings don’t matter anymore obviously” Adonis spoke dryly as his tip rubbed against my core causing me to slide up in the seat in an attempt to move away from him, but he instantly pulled me onto him. “Mhmmm” I groaned trying to hide my true feelings.

 “Just tell me you want me” Adonis’ smooth voice curled as he slid into me without warning. My mouth fell agape, with no sound to form from my lips. He stroked me slow and deep feeling my wetness coat him instantly. I arched my back and felt the tears in my eyes falling faster as his tongue evaded my chest, placing hickeys down my collarbone and licking me all over. This hot steamy session is what I needed and he knew exactly how to get me. I watched as he stared at me, the innocent yet darkness behind his orbs revealed something sinister. He wasn’t done with me, and he never would be. He placed his hand on my neck and squeezed it as his strokes intensified rapidly. His big dick was overpowering me, and I couldn’t fight the fact that I loved how he massaged my folds internally. Clenching around him, I felt myself seeing stars in the midst of darkness as I shuddered underneath him. Releasing his grip he kissed all over my face, hungrily groaning in my ear telling me he loved me and he’d never leave me. He reminded me that our bond was nothing like he and Mercedes. He faced me towards the dashboard and slapped my ass urging me to ride reverse cowgirl. Naughtily clawing at my back, cursing harshly towards me with obscenities, my pussy gushed for him instantly and I grabbed my breasts aroused at the spark he ignited in me. I was no longer angry and upset, but rather under his spell of toxic wickedness. He knew that I wouldn’t leave. His hands made their way to my clit as I continued to ride him. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my back against his chest, I turned to looked at him as he kissed me passionately, still plowing me underneath him and I couldn’t contain my moans.

 “Let it out babygirl” he encouraged. Coming down from the highest bliss ever, I felt reality settling in. I turned and straddled him, getting dressed. “I know you needed that” Adonis acknowledged. Ignoring his comment, I moved to the backseat to continue getting dressed. “Don’t you agree?!” Adonis asked in a curt tone. I sighed heavily, “Yes.” I said simply, hoping he’d leave me alone. I climbed back over the seat and put on my seatbelt as he started the car. “What’s the harm in me making you feel good every now and then?” he said rubbing my thigh. My eyes fell on his face and back down to his body, “Everything” I whispered as he drove around the corner. “You know this won’t be the last time right?” He asked pulling up next to my car. I grabbed my jacket and water bottle and quickly exited his car, not looking behind me.

 I frantically strapped myself into the car and pulled off in haste. Tears fled my eyes as I sped down the highway. Fuckkkk this couldn’t be real. Does Mercedes know that Adonis is slightly abusive? Did Audrey know that he was this aggressive? What was I gonna say to King once he got home? I tried to talk myself down and relax, but my heart was beating out of my chest and my vision was blurry from my tears. I felt like a sumo wrestler was sitting on my chest right now and I couldn’t breathe. Did I fight back enough? I didn’t want it, but I did. Was I a victim of my own guilty pleasure for his dick? Or was I a victim of violence for doing what I felt was best for me? All I wanted was to call this arrangement off and live my life peacefully. Adonis was selfish in his right because he had me just where he wanted me, at his beck and call ready to take the load off of him. Maybe I was the one paying for Mercedes’ absence and he couldn’t deal with her departure, and maybe I took on Adonis’ sexual demeanor to satisfy my own internal high that I couldn’t reach with King.

Arriving home, I parked my car in front of the garage and went inside. Locking the kitchen door, I leaned against it catching my breath as I stood there giving myself a moment. Placing my water bottle down on the counter my palms were very sweaty and I felt myself growing hot. I felt the strangest urge to hear King’s voice, so I pulled my phone from my hip and called him. “It’s King, leave a message at the beep” his voicemail replied. Sighing in frustration my heart raced as I waited for the prompt to sound on the phone. “Jermaine, I know you’re not home yet, but I miss you. I’m sorry for everything. I have to see you.” I said feeling the tears full faster as I sobbed. “I’m not worthy of what we have, but dammit I just want you home so we can talk. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix us, hurry home” I said before hanging up. Placing my phone on the counter I broke down crying, all I could feel was Adonis’ hands on me, the force of his body plunging into me, and his hand around my throat.

 I couldn’t get the image out of my head, nor the feeling and I’ve never felt more alone than now. I walked over to the sink to wash my hands when I saw a note laying on the marble island. Drying my hands, I picked up the note “Looking at venues tonight, don’t wait up for me” it read. My hands clutched the note tightly, crumbling it between my palms, throwing it across the kitchen. King would never do this. He’s never left a note and just… left. It wasn’t like him to not answer my calls. I know this is what I deserve for my bullshit, but I didn’t think he’d take it this far. I grabbed my phone and went upstairs to our bedroom to take a shower. Undressing, I grabbed a set of towels and stepped inside the shower as the hot water cascaded down my body. The best thing for me right now was to relax and try not to think about tonight, and not to worry myself on when King would come home. I lathered my washcloth in my lavender vanilla scented soap and washed my body vigorously, attempting to get rid of every remnant of Adonis on me.

 I was gonna to have to explain myself to King, once he sees these love marks on my chest and collarbone. The problem is, I don’t know what exactly to say to King, I can’t just say that I allowed this to happen, but that would be a lie. Against my admission, this resulted in me attempting to end the establishment of our relationship. Either way, I had to prepare for this conversation. Like Audrey said, I had to be transparent, clear and direct with King; admitting all of my transgressions and taking accountability for the part that I’ve played in this. Looking up into the shower head, I rinsed off my body and leaned against the wall, getting lost in my thoughts thinking about what I could’ve done tonight to prevent this, or was this something indebted to me regardless of my change of course? In the strangest way, I felt like I was living out my own fantasy, I’d never had sex in a car like that before, and Adonis was so slick and rough with it, for a split second I had honestly forgotten that we were fighting. I touched myself just thinking about how he felt, my thighs clenched together as I could still feel the tip of his dick on my clit. I bit my bottom lip tightly, thinking about his tongue on my nipples. He was immaculate at giving me the umost pleasure, but his approach really fucked me up mentally.

 Stepping out of the shower, I dried off and moisturized my skin in coconut body oil before throwing on a matching silk short pajama set with my silk robe. I threw my hair into a high bun and climbed into bed, lying on King’s side of the bed. Burrowing myself into the covers, all I could do was cry just thinking about all of the good times we’ve spent together, not knowing if and when he would come home. To be completely honest, I felt like my heart and my soul were crying out for King just to feel his touch and be in his presence, yet my body yearned for Adonis’ touch after our encounter. I felt so ashamed of the performance that I put on for him in the car, and he knew, he knew all along that he had me and that I would fall for it. I was ashamed to admit that I didn’t want to let go, but I knew that it would be for the better.

Rising in bed, I placed my pillow behind King’s and stacked them behind my back so that I could sit up and relax for a minute. The clock read midnight on the nightstand and I couldn’t sleep. To say that I wasn’t expecting King to walk through the door would be an understatement, I deserved it for what I’ve done, and if he is out there cheating on me, I pray he’s being safe. I could take him back for his infidelity, but for what it’s worth, I don’t think I could ever trust him the same way. I can’t blame King for this, I shouldn’t have crossed the line, and my salacious behavior has ultimately lead to my downfall. I grabbed my  iPad from the nightstand and began reading one of my favorite blogs to calm my nerves when I heard a knock at the door.

 I didn’t move at first, considering that it had been storming for the past hour and it could just be the wind, or the trees causing noise outside. The knock became louder and I put down my tablet and tightened my robe. “Coming!” I yelled as I walked downstairs. Maybe King had forgotten his key or the remote to the garage door opener had gone out. As I made my way to the front door, my heart was beating rapidly as I anticipated the visitor. Sighing, I unlocked the door to the stormy weather, revealing the masculine figure at my front door. “Hey” he let out as the water cascaded from his jacket dripping onto my floor.

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Hiccanna--100 OTP Questions, Part 2

So I said I would finish this OTP question meme someday--and I decided, entirely on random impulse, that “someday” is today!!! My Hiccanna-centered account has not been producing enough Hiccanna content lately, and this simply WILL not do.

QUESTION SOURCE: https://the-moon-dust-writings.tumblr.com/post/159857601812/100-otp-questions

LINK TO PART 1: https://hiccanna-tidbits.tumblr.com/post/635744326176129024/hiccanna-100-otp-questions-meme-part-1 51. Does either of them know how to fight? I mean...canonically yeah, they both do??? Lol I mean Hiccup has his fire sword and obviously would know how to fight with the weapons he makes/invents, and Anna literally just instinctively grabs a sword to protect her buddies in Frozen 2 and I mean we all really love Sword Anna anyways and also she PUNCHES A MAN OFF OF A BOAT so long story short yes they can both fight 52. What do they do for Valentines Day? Anna rents a rom-com and pulls Hiccup down onto their couch to watch it with her, and he kinda internally groans because he figures it’ll be something super sappy and cheesy and Anna will just be squealing with delight the whole time. Legit as soon as the first scene begins, Anna begins brutally roasting the main couple. Turns out it’s a really terrible rom-com and Anna rented it solely to make fun of it. Hiccup is like “aight this definitely wasn’t what I was expecting but I’m on board” Also Hiccup gets Anna like 3 boxes of fancy chocolate because...do I really need to explain? Anna gets Hiccup a particularly aesthetic floral arrangement for their kitchen table, something she knows damn well he secretly likes but would never admit XD 53. Who swears more? Anna, for sure. This tends to surprise people, but Anna is actually a notorious pottymouth when she gets comfortable XD Hiccup has a pretty big and borderline pretentious vocabulary, and so he tends to express his frustration in more...articulate ways when things don’t go his way. Like he’d stub his toe and just say “wow, I’d literally rather saw off my other leg than have to deal with this right now” while Anna, in the same situation, would let loose every curse word known to man XD 54. Who has the better comebacks? Hiccup, absolutely. His smart-ass comments to every conceivable situation on earth go absolutely unmatched. Anna can’t help but envy how he can almost instinctually pull out a near-perfect snide remark within seconds, whilst she, at best, thinks of the ideal comeback in the shower 3 days later. 55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale? I feel like Anna would seek out the most passive-aggressive, bitchy, entitled Karen and just wait with barely-concealed anticipation for her to say something super awful so Anna can just nail her in the face right in front of all the other moms Hiccup and their kids, meanwhile, can’t help but be awed at their wife/mother’s impressive Right Hook 56. Who reads buzzfeed? Anna. Hiccup keeps being like “you know half the stuff on there is total bullshit, right?” and Anna just shrugs like “who cares? It’s entertaining!” 57. Who is the hopeless romantic? Anna, good god, ANNA. After the whole Hans debacle I imagine she’s a bit more subdued about so openly showing this part of her personality, but at heart she just can’t stop being a romantic. Once Hiccup catches wind of this, he naturally makes a point of frequently surprising her with Grand Romantic Gestures and such, which makes Anna’s entire face go bright fuckin red as she cries out “NO STOP WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS YOU’RE TOO NICE” 58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand? Nope! They’d both fall on their faces and it would be hilarious. 59. Who can rap better? I love the idea of them both being looped into a rap battle somehow and Anna just dreading it immensely because she figures they both really suck and then when it’s their turn Hiccup comes out and busts out the BEST, MOST SAVAGE RHYMES Anna has ever heard COMPLETELY ad lib and the poor girl just goes completely catatonic with shock for like 10 minutes. 60. Do either of them want to go sky diving? See initially I was gonna say Hiccup definitely would not because it would give the poor boy an anxiety attack, but then I remembered he basically skydives in canon??? And Anna strikes me as a bit of adrenaline junkie too, so fuck it--yeah, I think they’d both enjoy it. 61. What do they usually text about? They talk a lot about movies, games, books, and shows they both like, I imagine--Hiccup especially likes to overanalyze them to ridiculous extents and Anna thinks this is adorable. The rest of the time, they send each other dumb memes and talk about random animal fun facts. Anna likes to brag that her boyfriend knows more lizard trivia than anyone else on the planet, and how many lizard facts does YOUR boyfriend know? Probably little to none, you big loser. 62. Who is the dramatic one? Anna is INCREDIBLY dramatic. Although Hiccup certainly does have a “dramatic flair,” as he puts it, I still think Anna can out-dramatic him, at the end of the day XD Although perhaps admittedly not by much. 63. Is either one confrontational? Anna certainly can be. She’s usually pretty friendly, but if she ever feels like she’s being challenged, demeaned, mocked, or generally not taken seriously, she’s ready to go to WAR. She certainly not as soft as she might look! I imagine there’s situations where someone is being a dick to either Anna or someone else and Hiccup has to physically hold her back to keep her from just decking them XD 64. What is their favourite cuddle position? Probably just good old-fashioned spooning. Hiccup actually really loves being the little spoon (because Anna just makes him feel so damn safe), but he is loathe to admit it. They also have one I like to call the “Needy Cat,” where Anna just goes and completely drapes herself over Hiccup when he’s sitting on the couch. He’s usually in the middle of doing something else, and is forced to find ways to play video games/read his book/watch his show around Anna XD 65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)? Hiccup has exactly 3 music moods--pretentious classical stuff (to listen to while working on inventions), obscure underground 90s hipster bands no one’s heard of (to play air guitar to when no one else is home), and some more well-known emo/alt rock stuff (to sing along to in the car dramatically). I can see him liking Panic! at the Disco, The Killers, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, that kinda stuff. Anna, meanwhile, likes the trashiest, most generic-sounding pop music and refuses to apologize for dancing to it in the car XD She is most DEFINITELY a Swiftie, no question. She also likes some “edgier” bands like Paramore and Hey Monday. She went through a hardcore Avril Lavigne phase in middle school and she still totally listens to her but is embarrassed to say it. Also I feel like Anna would be into 90s/early 2000s boy bands??? She relates to the boys’ endless pining and just flips the genders in her head so the songs are about Hiccup (before they start dating obs) XD I AM DEFINITELY NOT SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE HERE, NO SIR 66. What are their parenting styles? Anna would probably be like...kind of stern, when she needs to be, but intensely nurturing as well, if her relationship with Elsa is anything to go by. Hiccup would be a pretty laid-back, chill dad who would probably try too hard to be cool and make no end of absolutely horrible dad jokes XD They both lowkey seem like the kind of parents who would end up letting their kids get away with a lot though lmao 67. Who would be the more laid back one? Hiccup probably. I mean, he IS the pacifist/diplomat guy, besides have you MET Anna??? Girl absolutely has NO chill. 68. Who listens to more vulgar music? Anna, surprisingly! Hiccup just kinda enjoys what he enjoys and doesn’t really feel the need to “prove” anything by listening to songs that swear a lot. Anna purposely listens to vulgar music to feed her hidden rebellious side and because it makes her feel badass XD She honestly kinda hates being written off as 100% wholesome and innocent all the time and will readily pull out the “I’M NOT A SWEET LITTLE FLOWER I SANG ALONG TO THAT SONG THAT JUST SAID FUCK SEE” line whenever given even the slightest chance XD 69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know? Kind of depends on when in both their timelines they meet. If they meet in the middle of HTTYD 1 or Frozen 1, they probably wouldn’t tell the other right away that they have a dragon and an ice-powered supersister, respectively XD I definitely think they would as they came to trust each other, though. Also I read a headcanon that Hiccup has burn scars from the Red Death incident where he lost his leg, and that’s why he wears so much armor and generally long sleeves--and I kind of love that. So maybe Hiccup would be cagey with Anna about how he lost his leg and that whole incident for a while before he finally opens up to her about it. Other than that I feel like they’d be pretty honest with one another, other than maybe trying to hide the more embarrassing parts of themselves to impress the other person XD 70. Who is their go to couple for a double date? Jackunzel, obviously! They’d probably all go to an arcade or an amusement park or something else pretty fun and high-energy. 71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date? I mean yes, they’re not huge assholes????? 72. How do they work out a fight? I imagine Anna tends to get more worked up and yelley and loud, while Hiccup doesn’t raise his voice much at all but can say some damn cutting things if he wants to. Since Anna probably gets angrier, I imagine she apologizes first, whether or not the fight was actually on her or not--it’s just kinda this girl’s default to apologize for everything XD She’d probably say sorry for yelling and probably overreacting, while Hiccup would also be EXTREMELY apologetic if he realized he crossed a line with one of his jabs at her. I imagine a lot of what they fight about is Anna doing some impulsive Dumb Shit^TM and Hiccup just being like “oh god DAMMIT that’s DANGEROUS you can’t just go WORRYING me like that!!!” and Anna getting offended because she kinda views this as him being a little overprotective and not trusting her to make her own decisions. Ironically, Anna occasionally also gets mad at HICCUP for doing Impulsive Dumb Shit, so he’s not always nearly as much the Voice of Reason as he thinks XD Hiccup also sometimes gets mad at Anna for not taking better care of herself (take it from a fellow ADHDer--we tend to Wallow in Despair sometimes, or straight-up forget to do basic care things like eat lunch XD)--I have an IRL friend who reminds me a lot of Hiccup and he’s ALWAYS getting on my case about not eating enough, not drinking enough water, constantly berating myself, stuff like that. I imagine Hiccup sometimes slips into Mom Mode with Anna when she gets in a bad spot, which she appreciates after the fact but kind of annoys her at the time because she wants really badly to be independent and all that. Basically TL;DR most of Anna and Hiccup’s fights can be resolved by Anna and Hiccup agreeing to next time Use A Brain Cell before they do a thing, or Anna agreeing to take better care of herself XD 73. Who brings home an illegal pet? In literally every AU possible I like to think that Hiccup brings home some variation of illegal pet XD I mean, it’s probably just a dragon (”just a dragon” is never a string of words I imagined myself using in that order like what do you mean JUST a dragon lmao) in a standard crossover timeline, which he basically does in canon, but I do love the idea of a modern AU Hiccup showing up to their apartment with some kind of weird exotic monitor lizard from Bali and being like “I found him in an alley, he’s gonna live with us now” and Anna is like “D: Is someone gonna arrest you???” And Hiccup is like “Nah, no cops followed me home” and Anna’s like “Okay!!! :D” and then goes to PetSmart to buy a big fluffy bed for her new scaled friend XD 74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on? I honestly don’t think either would care much, and they usually sleep in a tangled-up mess anyways so by morning you can’t really tell who started on which side XD 75. What is their favorite photo of them two together? One from before they got together: I’m just imagining a big group photo with the Entire Squad (Rapunzel, Jack, Merida, Moana, etc.), and Anna has her arms laced around Hiccup’s neck and her chin on his shoulder and a GIANT smirk on her face. Meanwhile Hiccup is laughing and trying to push her off, but his cheeks are BRIGHT fucking red and he’s trying really unsuccessfully to hide it because he’s a pale boi. Anna loves it because you can so CLEARLY see Hiccup’s blush, and she loves to tease him about how flustered he got around her. Hiccup loves it because it reminds him of what was probably the first time Anna was THAT openly cuddly with him, and how exhilarated and giddy he felt the first time he had her that close to him. 76. Who takes longer in the bathroom? Probably Hiccup, if only because I HC him as a bit of a germophobe who is a tiny bit obsessive about washing his hands sufficiently. 77. Who has more songs on their ipod? Anna, mainly because literally every time she hears a song she likes she’s like “!!!!! Gotta download it!!!!” LITERALLY EVERY TIME. And she wonders why her ipod is always running out of space XD 78. What movie did they first see together? As of the Modern AU Hiccanna one-shot I wrote ages ago, Revenge of the Ancient Dragon Masters! XD If we’re talking movies that actually exist, I imagine it would be a Marvel movie, a Star Wars movie, or some super-fancy-CGI high fantasy epic. 79. What do they like to see each other in? You mean like...which of the other’s outfits would they find the sexiest??? Aight, I’ll take a stab at this. Anna gets literally SO fuckin thirsty every time Hiccup wears his dragon rider outfit (the one from HTTYD 2), like it shows off his cute skinny body in the most perfect possible way whilst making him look like a badass and oh how Anna DREAMS of feeling him up in that! (One day, she finally gets to! XD) She’s also very into the scale armor from HTTYD 3 when she’s in...a very different kind of mood XD As for Hiccup, his favorite outfits of Anna’s are probably her coronation dress and her queen dress, mainly because he loves how she looks in green. He also really likes her travel outfit from Frozen 2, mainly because it’s sexy AND practical and damn, he’s gotta admit, that’s a nice shade of purple and she absolutely SLAYS in it XD 80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times? Honestly both of them??? Like neither are great at picking up social cues, and Anna canonically DOES do this in Frozen! (Remember her comment about ice-selling being “a rough business to be in right now”???) I can see both of them attempting to lighten a tense mood by making an ill-timed joke, hoping to make things less uncomfortable, and they end up making everything MORE uncomfortable XD Honestly sue me, I love the idea of these two idiots bonding over how terrible they are with social cues in general 81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children? I imagine not til like...their early 30s, if ever. Like I mentioned in the first part of the questionaire, I actually am not sure if they would even want to have kids at all, but if they DID decide to, it definitely wouldn’t be until they’re older and have settled down a bit, and have (somewhat) gotten both of their lives together. 82. What do they love about each other the most? Hiccup loves Anna’s energy and optimism, and how she’ll basically cheer him on and believe in him with all her being no matter how high the odds are stacked against him. And oh boy does he LOVE how hard she can kick ass when push comes to shove, and how goddamn overprotective she is of him. The sword skills and the general willingness to punch problematic people in the face are definitely up there as well. She’s like the perfect blend of fun and badass, and there’s never a dull moment with her for him. Anna adores Hiccup’s connection with animals and general animal skills, especially with the more less-loved and “scary” of the world’s creatures (i.e. dragons lol). She also loves and admires the shit out of his intelligence and inventiveness, and wishes she could make contraptions half as cool as what he turns out. And, of course, she loves that he’s a pretty humble dude who's actually pretty insecure about his accomplishments, and isn’t some cocky guy wanting to shove them in everyone’s face. And, of course, she loves his sarcasm and his dry sense of humor, and few people can make her laugh as hard as Hiccup can. Before she met him, she had no idea pessimism could be this entertaining XD 83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details? Hiccup is very detail-oriented--he has to be, in order to make any of his contraptions work! Anna is very much focused on the big picture and gets stressed and exasperated trying to keep track of details--she figures she’ll either sort through the details as she goes, or Hiccup will help do it for her XD 84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary? One of my IRL friends wrote “Happy anniversary bro, you’re pretty great” on his girlfriend’s instagram for their anniversary, and she wrote back “Happy anniversary, you’re a good buddy, I love you” and I just XD That’s the EXACT kind of weird dorky nonsense I can see Hiccup and Anna doing for their anniversary tbh 85. Who is bad at math? Anna, bless her soul, needs a calculator for literally EVERYTHING. Hiccup kinda trained himself to be decent at doing math in his head, since he often has to calculate measurements for his inventions and whatnot, but Anna is absolutely atrocious at it and generally would like overly-complicated numbers to not be anywhere near her. 86. Who googles everything? Probably Anna, mainly because she’s pretty forgetful and doesn’t trust her own memory half the time so she feels the need to verify everything on the internet XD 87. Who does stuff on impulse? Anna 100% canonically does, although Hiccup has some shades of this too more than he would ever admit, in fact, for someone claiming to be the Voice of Reason 88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation? Hiccup’s approach is probably just to try and distract Anna and take her mind off of it, which he’ll do by either trying to make her laugh, telling her a story, or explaining one of his inventions to her (which she never gets bored with btw, because everything that boy gushes about is fascinating to her <3). Basically he figures if he entertains her enough, it’ll take her mind off of whatever is freaking her out and she won’t fixate on it as much. Anna’s approach is more to accentuate the positives in a bad situation (although like I mentioned in Part 1, not really in a condescending “count your blessings, it could be worse!” kind of way, but more in a “I hope he’ll feel better if he focuses on happy things” kind of way, if that makes any sense?) and also focus on when Hiccup DID do great and utterly kick ass and tell him he’s always better than he thinks he is. 89. What is an inside joke they have? If anything, him calling her “Tiger” as a pet name (which I think I mentioned briefly in Part 1??? Can’t remember) is this, because in my mind it developed because whenever Anna is about to do some Dumb Shit, or punch someone she really shouldn’t in the face, Hiccup has to physically hold her back like “Whoa, slow down there, Tiger!” This happens so frequently that eventually it just gets shortened to him nicknaming her “Tiger” and all their friends are kind of baffled as to why XD 90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all? Hiccup barely even needs to start talking in funny accents or imitating his dad before Anna is just DYING laughing. She thinks he’s the funniest damn person on earth. He honestly gets a kick out of her impressions too--she can do some pretty amusing ones, if that deleted coronation dress-up scene from Frozen 1 is anything to go by. So the feeling is mutual!!! They’re super good at making each other smile and laugh with little to no effort!!! 91. What is their favourite holiday? I feel like Anna especially would get REALLY into Christmas/Yule, mainly because of how much Elsa can spice it up with her powers. And judging by the OFA short, Arendelle gets very hyped for the holidays in general, so it’s probably hard NOT to have a good time. Anna probably also like Mayday a lot because the dancing, the spring cheeriness, and the flower-related festivities are definitely to her taste. Hiccup just likes the energy and general vibes, and would rather sit back and relax and watch Anna dance around and have fun XD Also dun best believe they BOTH get hella into Halloween, because they’re dramatic motherfuckers who loves to dress up, and it gives Anna an excuse to buy a shitton of chocolate and eat all the leftovers XD 92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive? Lmao Anna is definitely the “berserker” of the two of them. She DOES tend to get destructive when she’s angry, if being ready to fight a giant-ass snowman and smacking a wolf in the face with a lute is anything to go by. Hiccup is definitely the calm and collected one, and very rarely gets genuinely angry. 93. What is their favourite board game to play? Does Dungeons and Dragons count??? I can totally imagine Hiccup being hyped up over that or some other super nerdy RPG game and being so enthused to show it to Anna, who just falls even more in love with him after seeing how EXCITED he gets about it. Of course he’s super eager to teach her, and TBH Anna has a really hard time getting it at first because DAMN these rules are COMPLICATED, but after she finally gets the hang of it, she realizes she absolutely LOVES DnD and RPG games in general (I mean...have you SEEN OFA??? Girl gets just a little TOO into reminiscing about her old play-pretend toys XD) and she and Hiccup constantly geek out about it together. 94. Who accidental sets something on fire? Anna, 100% also this is an ever funnier question if applied to Hiccanna in my Fire!Anna AU 95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store? Anna is waiting while Hiccup robs the store, if for no other reason than that Hiccup is much better at Stealth Mode than Anna is XD Anna’s uncoordinated ass would probably knock over like 5 shelves’ worth of merchandise before reaching what they were actually trying to rob XD 96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert? I M A G I N E  D R A G O N S lmao Look what can I say Anna likes the Imagine and Hiccup likes the Dragons 97. Who sleep talks? Hiccup. He mumbles about dragons a lot. Sometimes he jolts awake randomly and just yells out “THE DRAGONS ARE IN TROUBLE!” and Anna has to calm him down after she dutifully manages to not burst into laughter at this. Doubly funny if this takes place in a Modern AU. 98. Who is the more social one? Anna! Hiccup generally prefers to either keep to himself or hang out with animals. 99. What are their karaoke songs? For some reason I feel like anything by P!nk??? Idk why, but I can see them like rocking out and singing along to p!nk songs together and getting really into it. Also basically anything by The Killers and, at Anna’s request, The Chainsmokers (Hiccup thinks this is very basic music indeed but goes along with it for her sake XD). AND “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons. And they sing it LOUD. 100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh? Highkey both of them??? I kinda feel like Hiccup moreso though, if his little comedy routine imitating his dad in HTTYD2 is anything to go off of. He definitely wouldn’t be averse to making an idiot of himself to amuse Anna, especially since she’s so damn cute when she laughs. Anna, for her part, loves returning the favor, and is all about trying to do all sorts of Goofy Antics to amuse her boyfriend. And she’s overdramatic af, so she gets WAY too into it XD

[toxicxxmyth]

Dating Christopher Vélez headcanon

Authors Note: Don’t know if I rlly have to mention this but I called Chris a fuckboy in this like 20+ times so don’t be offended m8 and just like Richards, this is all over the place

Richard‘s headcanon

Christopher has mentioned many many MANY times that he is not looking for a relationship

My man is getting that good good PussAy ;))))))

And he ain’t looking for no commitment :(:

We stan a fuck boy ;)

So it probably took him like three encounters to notice you

The first time was at a house party and y’all talked for like five seconds and then went your separate ways

You remember him

He didn’t even remember your hair color lol

The second time was also at a party

You were looking for your car keys but you spotted the cute guy you talked to for like a second

So you asked if he’d seen your keys like a fkn dumbass

And he was like “nah m8 😔”

And you were like “aight 🤘😔”

And he thought you were hot so that’s a start

Then the third time was also another party

And then y’all saw each other again and made a convo this time

He for sure remember you this time cause he wasn’t as tipsy as before

Lol

So that’s how y’all met

But just like Richard

It took this boy a long time to actually get his shit together and be like

“I actually like this girl”

Ya feel?

But you already liked him

But you understood his position

You were actually grateful that he didn’t just agree to go out with you if he wasn’t certain about you

It saved you the heart break

But after many MANY months

He gave in, and he was grateful for your patience

Anywhore

Now to the headcanon of dating the Ecuadorian fuck boy who we love

There is never a day where you’re bored

He’s always got something planned for the day

Lazy days are superior tho

His laugh could cure your acne, sadness’s and anxiety

Thank God he laughs every damn day

HE WILL FOR SURE TEACH YOU HOW TO SKATEBOARD

And if you already know how to skateboard then y’all will ride together like actual goals

He goes all out when it comes to dates

Will take you to the most expensive restaurants in the area

For sure will buy you a fancy ass dress

I highly believe that out of all the members he’s the one who’ll spoil you the most

Like fuck

It’s a lot

When he’s away on tour he’ll have a bIG ASS bouquet of flowers sent to you or chocolate

Will surprise you jewelry, food, clothes aNYTHING

you’ll have to remind him that he doesn’t have to do any of that but he insists on doing them bc he loves spoiling you sm

Yet when you return the favor by buying him something small he’s all like

“:0 thIS IS TOO MUCH, AMOR”

and you’re like “???? Khe ???”

For sure will teach you Spanish if you don’t already

Staring by cuss words ofc :’)

Whenever y’all go to the club he always comes up to you like you’re a stranger or smth

“I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment?” ;)

“ChRisssss”

He’d try this the whole night making random guys come to your “rescue”

Chris is laughing his ass off while you calmly tell them that it’s just your bf

He doesn’t seem to be the jealous type

He’s v confident that u love him and only him

Which is true

It takes a lot in him to get jealous

But when he does

OOFFF

You better be scared

He never takes it out on you, just the guy who seemed to cross a boundary that Chris drew in his imagination

You’re the one who gets jealous easily for sure

SO MANY PRETTY FEMALES THROWING THEMSELVES ON HIM MAKES YOU SEE RED

But he always shows you that you’re the only one he wants if you know what I mean ;)

Honestly, y’all don’t even cook, just order a shit ton of food while watching movies or the both of you just work on your individual projects

If you ever get stressed over work or a project from uni hes always there

Softly rubbing your shoulder as he presses kisses soft kisses along the shell of your ear sending shiver down your spine as you relaax

It might lead to ;) or it could end in you cuddling until you get your mojo back

The sEX is bOmB bTw ;))))))))

Like, this dude is so into overstimulation and subspace that he’ll have you c*mmimg multiple times a night :):

Ooff

Edging is suCH a big turn on for this boy

Y’all fuck like rabbits no doubt

Public sEx is definitely HIS thing

Expect a quickie after each show in his dressing room when you visit him on tour ;)

Anything you do is such a turn on for him

You literally make him feel like a hormonal teenager again

I’m 92% sure this boy will cry one tour bc he misses you sm

Which leads you to surprising him on the other side of the world

Which he is super grateful for :’)

And then y’all have some bomb sex cause y’all a bunch of sex addicts m8

Whenever he feels down he just rests his head on your boobs and wrap his long arms around your body

You let him rant as much as he wants

And somehow you know whether or not he wants advice or just someone to listen

vice versa

Now imma be 100% honest

Don’t @ me

I feel like it’ll take such a long time for Chris’s mother to actually like you

He’s such a mommas boy that just seeing him with another woman might make her skeptical

Ooff I’m crossing dangerous grounds here

He’s siblings and grandmother automatically loved you, but his mother was distant

Christopher has to have a heartfelt conversation with her about it beCAUSE HE LOVES YOU SM AND HE NEEDS THE WOMAN OF HIS LIFE TO ACCEPT THAT

This lowkey makes you feel like an intruder

You feel as if you’re ruining their relationship

But you’ll also have a heartfelt convo with her and at the end of the day y’all would get along once she sees how much you love and care for her son

It probably took a year for y’all to move in together

But when you do, y’all have even more fun and adventures than before

Y’all goals asf

Most of his ig stories are about you

Videos, promoting your posts etc the whole package deal

Subtle matching tattoos

You say “I love you” first and he’s all blushy and giggle which makes you all bullishly and giggly as well :’)

And y’all just make love as he repeats the words and over and over :’)

He always has his hands around your shoulder

Pulling you closer at the most random times

HUGS EVERYWHERE MAN

Omfg this man smells like christmas heaven

Just like his mom, your family wasn’t certain about him first

And by your family i mean your dad(or male figure if you’re dadless :’)

Making him sad

But you’ll do your best to convince you dad that he is a good guy wHICH HE IS!!!!

After a while, he gave Chris a shot

And that’s all you ask for Tbfh

Will subtly mention you in interviews which would cause the guys to give each other knowing stares

Just Like Richard, you receive hate after hate

BUT YALL FICKING TOO HARD TO NOTICE!!

It sometimes gets to you but Chris is always there to comfort you

Making you go all uwu

He goes full mom mode whenever you get sick

Will google your symptoms

Lowkey has a mental breakdown when google tells him that you only have two weeks to live lol

He later calls his mom and she tells him what he should do

Will try to help you with your work but he just gives you a look and gives tf up

Soft hours late at night

You guys talk about your future and marriage and kids and it just lives you all soft and warm inside

Little did you know that he feels the exact same

You’d be in his arms slightly leaning against the headboard as your dress hands play with each other fingers talking about nothing and everything

Sings to you whenever you have trouble sleeping

THE GUYS LOVE YOU

Did I mention that? Lol

Just like any new friendship

Y’all were awkward at first but after a few minutes of getting to know each other they all loved you

Especially Erick, that boy is your child and you will protect him from any danger in the world lmao

That’s it my ppl :’)

Deuces once again :’)🤙🏼

[ticklybtswriter]

unfair

summary: having been dragged to a video shoot by your seven friends, you thought nothing of it. well, until you found out what your true purpose of it was.

author’s note: this is my first tickle fic ever and i’m honestly pretty nervous but also really pumped to write it!! there’s obviously a lot of room to grow and i do accept constructive criticism so if you have any tips, let me know!! but other than that,i hope you all enjoy it!! -rosalie

You knew that something was going on when Jungkook and Jimin practically begged you to come to their next video. They’d even gone as far as to pull out the puppy dog eyes, a surefire way to get you to do whatever they wanted. So, you gave in and accompanied them to the filming site.

In truth, you weren’t really paying attention to what was going on around you. That was probably your second mistake after allowing yourself to be dragged here in the first place.

But it wasn’t really your fault for not focusing either. You had always felt a bit off when on set with them. You weren’t an idol or a staff member who had a specific job to be doing. You were just sort of there... That’s why you kept your head down, staring at your phone for a good amount of time. As far as you were concerned, your surroundings were nothing of importance. Sounds were white noise. Well, they were until-

“Blah blah, tickle-”

Your head instantly shot up, the realm of your phone drifting from your mind in a single second. A sudden tingle opened up in the pits of your stomach at the sound of that dreaded word. A blush took over your face as the man described the game. A game that involved them tickling one another.

Those sons of bitches... this was their plan all along. They begged you to come here so they could get you flustered beyond belief... Those dicks.

Your revelation was soon confirmed when you saw Yoongi, the god of anticipation and probably the mastermind of this entire scheme, send a wink your way. That in itself made you start to subtly squirm.

Ever since they found out about your little secret, the boys would look for any excuse to absolutely wreck you. If you made a snarky comment or you reached up to grab something, you instantly fell victim to their mischievous smirks and tortuous fingers. Hell, sometimes they didn’t even look for a reason to attack you. You couldn't even begin to count the number of times Jin or Jungkook saw you going about your day and decided to trail circles with their fingers across your stomach.

You shivered at the memories.

They wasted no time in starting your their torture. The game was similar to the one they had done a few years ago where they had water in their mouths. In this one, there was no water, and the object was to hold in their laughter, a game that Hoseok constantly made you play.

Jimin was up first. It wasn’t hard for the boys to break him. A few simple tweaks against his sides and to his neck was enough to side him into hysterics.

It was the same with Namjoon. Namjoon puts up this great act, but he is definitely just as ticklish as some of the others. (Don’t get it twisted, though, he will still tickle the shit out of you and is in no way a ler to be trifled with.)

The entire time this was happening, you were stuck in your seat. You wanted to squirm since the faded memories of their hands scratching mercilessly at your skin was returning to the forefront of your mind while at the same time not wanting to attract any attention to yourself. So, you sat there, suffering while imagining yourself in the position of whoever was getting attacked.

Halfway through Yoongi’s turn, a staff member noticed your flushed face and asked, “Are you alright?”

“Hmm? Yeah!” You whispered while waving her off. “I’m fine, thank you!”

“Are you sure? You look pretty red.”

“Yeah, you know, actually, do you know where I can get some water?”

She told you that there was a room in the hallway where a bunch of snacks and beverages were set up for the staff and guys. You saw this as a window of opportunity to inconspicuously leave the set and hide in their dressing room.

The moment you opened that door, you threw yourself onto the couch. You grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. The images of them tickling each other, just to mess with you, were fresh in your mind and were replaying over like a broken record. Those memories only served to push your further and further into a lee mood. Oh, how you wished vengeance upon them...

Perhaps an hour passed before you heard the door open and multiple pairs of feet sounded around you. You couldn’t see them because you had hidden in a large blanket, both as an act of protest against them and to mask just how flustered you really were.

“Aww,” Hoseok cooed. “Is someone being shy?”

“No,” You grumbled.

You felt the couch dip beside you and someone lean against your curled-up self. That person asked, “No? But you seemed so into it before you ran off!”

“Yeah, that wasn’t very nice, you know.” 

You ignored Tae and Jimin’s words and buried yourself deeper into the blanket. You let out a soft curse that you thought would be muffled by the thick fabric, but you were proven wrong.

“What was that, baby girl?”

You knew you were fucked. Why? Because Namjoon had done two things just then. The first was call you ‘baby girl’ because he definitely knew how that nickname made you blush. The second was use the tone of voice that held pure, mischievous ler-ness. The realization kept your tongue firmly in your mouth.

“Hyung,” Jungkook piped up. “I think Y/N is ignoring you!”

“I think you’re right!”

“Well, we have to do something about that!” Jin announced.

Right after he said that, the blanket was ripped from your body. You shivered at the sudden loss of warmth but didn’t have much time to think on it before they pounced. Your arms, after only a few seconds of struggle, were pulled over your head while someone gathered your ankles in their strong arms.

“Wahait!” You giggled. “This isn’t fahahair!”

“Oh, and why’s that?” Yoongi questioned as he inched his nimble fingers towards your now-bare stomach.

“B-Because, you were the ones that put me in th-this mood by bringing me here!” Perhaps you got a little too confident in your accusation. You figured that out when Tae, the one holding your sock-clad feet you discovered, gasped.

“Now you’re accusing us for your behavior?”

“You just dug your own grave, princess!” Hoseok smirked.

“Ple-WAHAHAIT!”

All seven pairs of hands descended upon your body as if they were a singular unit. At once, every nerve was aight with the ticklish sensations.

Namjoon had taken residence beside your head so that he could reach over and scribble at your underarms. You desperately wanted to pull your hands down, but Jungkook, with his great strength, made sure that you couldn’t. He used his free hand- yes, the bastard was only using one hand to keep you in place- to wiggle his fingers into your neck. On instinct, you pressed your head to your shoulder to attempt to ease the ticklish feelings but only succeeded in keeping his hand right where he wanted.

“Aww, cutie!” Jungkook gushed. “You trapped my fingers! I can’t get them out!”

“Yeheheah! I-I knhow!”

“Oh, is the ticklee getting a little sassy?” Hoseok used this as an incentive to squeeze your left side even harder while Jin was busily spidering his fingers on your right.

“N-Nohoho, I-I’m nohoHOHOT!” You exclaimed when Yoongi decided to stop poking at your stomach and ventured to wiggle his finger in your belly button.

You let out a squeak when Jimin decided to squeeze at your knees with one hand and squeeze your hip with the other. It made him break out into this giddy smile, “I’m so glad you like this, angel! It means we get to hear these adorable sounds of yours all. The. Time.” He accentuated each word with another squeeze to your hips.

“He’s right!” Jin shouted over your frantic laughter. “And you’re just so cute like this!”

Hums of approval came from each of the men around you, and if you weren’t blushing furiously before, you definitely were now.

“STOHOP TEHEHEASI-” You couldn’t even get the final syllable out before Namjoon picked up the speed in scratching at your armpits.

“Never.” Yoongi plainly told you with that devilish smile. “You love it too much.”

You were embarrassed beyond words, your body was spent, and you wanted nothing more than to curl back up in that blanket to hide. But at the same time, you were so blissfully happy. That smile on your face wasn’t in any way forced; it really was just a truly adorable sight to behold.

They were right in that you were enjoying every second of it, and they knew that. It was why they were having so much fun, too. They had the power to both wreck and tease you out of your mind while also giving you such joy, a deadly combination.

After a while, though, tears started forming and your breath was a little too shallow for comfort.

“Alright, let’s give her some air.” Namjoon firmly spoke. He ruffled your hair affectionately. “Can’t kill you just yet.”

Jungkook let go of your arms after one more teasing flick of his fingers to your neck. When he finally did, you rubbed at your stomach to ease away the ghost tickles that still remained and you brought your knees to your chest. Everyone around you chuckled at your instantaneous reaction, all murmuring of your cuteness in doing so.

“You ready to go home?” Yoongi asked, taking your hand in his.

So you all can destroy me more? “Yeah.”

[jacksonroseroth]

Waste Love Chapter 4

Warnings: Language, Weed usage

Words: 4,708

Moodboard made by the amazing and wonderful @badwolf-in-the-impala​, none of the pictures are ours

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Previous Chapter

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The next day, everyone, not including Rook, had let what happened the night before go, at least for the time being. While the rest of the group hung out in the main room, gearing up for the show, Jersey went through her bag, trying to find something to wear and muttering to herself, irritated. She had settled on a dark washed pair of shorts but couldn’t decide on a top.

“What were you thinking?” Colson asked still standing in the doorway where he had stopped to watch her for a moment, listening to the conversation she was having with herself. Jersey glanced at him and chuckled, suddenly realizing her inner monologue wasn’t all that inner. As she packed up her bag again, she said, “I’m not sure...I don’t want to do a crop top again. Or the kimono…” She added a chuckle before she spun around and fell back on the bed with a sigh and an additional, “I have no clue.”

Colson smirked and went to his bag. While he dug through it, Jersey shifted and watched him. Finally, he turned and tossed a folded up black and white plaid shirt. Jersey caught it, sitting up to unfold it. The sleeves had been cut off and an EST19 patch spanned the shoulders, with a XX under it. Jersey smiled and looked at Colson.

“You sure, Colson? I’m not really part of EST.” She said. Colson scrunched up his face and said, “The fuck?! Sav, of course, you are! Wear it, babe.”

He turned back to his bag and smirked. “Wear this with it. It’ll look good.” He said. Pulling out another bag, he turned back to her and handed it to her. Jersey looked up and smiled, with a soft giggle, as she watched him.

“Ooh. More presents.” She teased, taking the bag and opening it. Jersey gasped as she pulled the swimsuit out. She looked up at Colson. “Cols-Wh-What-?”

“You really liked it. I wanted you to have it.” Colson said with a shrug and a smile. Jersey set the bag and suit aside, rushing to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, Colson wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her hair, briefly.

“Colson, you are so sweet. Thank you.” She said. Colson smiled and kissed her temple.

“Come on. We need to get ready.” Colson said with a chuckle. “Go on. Change.”

Jersey smiled and nodded, going to the bed to grab the bag and shirt. Colson left the room and Jersey quickly changed. Touching up her makeup before grabbing her phone and camera, she quickly slipped on a pair of sandals and joined the guys out in the main room.

“Ready, boys? I hope y’all weren’t waiting on me.” She teased, sliding her sunglasses on. The men all turned and began to whistle and holler, making Jersey roll her eyes. She had tied the shirt, knotting it just below her belly button, so the bikini top was in clear view.

“Aight! Aight! Shut it!” Rook called pushing through his friends and going to his cousin. “Put it back in your pants, perverts!”

Jersey giggled and folded her hands over Rook’s shoulder as he put an around her waist. “JP, calm down.” She teased, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, come on, Rook. Don’t be so uptight, short ass.” Baze shot, with a smirk.

“Watch it, Sasquatch. I’m small, but that means I’ve got a much better range motion down low.” Rook said, pointing a finger at him. Jersey rolled her eyes and giggled as the rest of the guys started ragging and bagging on each other as they made their way out of the room and down to the vans.

They piled in and started freestyling to get themselves hyped up. Jersey took a few videos on her phone and plenty of pictures and selfies with the boys. Once they got to the venue, she roamed the stage while they did their soundcheck, trying to find the best spots. Backstage while they smoked and got ready, Jersey also took pictures for their personal use. And once Colson took the stage with the others, she stuck to her spots, sneaking behind Rook’s drum set every now and then to get to her next one. Toward the end of the show, Colson took a quick break before Dom joined them.

“Aight, I’ve got one more song for you guys! Y’all have been an awesome crowd!” Colson said with a smile. Jersey crossed the stage behind him, trying to get to another spot, which brought his attention to her. With a quick glance at her, he smirked and said, “I know y’all have probably seen someone running around up here with us today. Well, because I want my fans to have a little more of a peek backstage and the real energy we have up here on stage, we’ve got a new photographer touring with us! Ey! Savie! Come here!”

Jersey turned and stared at him, glancing between Colson and the others, who all were encouraging her to join him. Finally, she looked at Colson and shook her head with a soft giggle.

“Come on, Sav! Get out here!” Colson turned to the crowd and got them to start chanting ‘Savie! Savie! Savie!’ Jersey shook her head and sighed, giving him a look before she finally stepped out of her spot and made her way over to him. “Our new photographer! Ladies and gents! Jersey Savage!”

Jersey giggled at the stage name he created for her and covered her face for a moment as Colson put an arm around her and drew her in close, chuckling as the crowd cheered for her. A full blush had covered her face and her neck but she still smiled. Though her hands shook slightly, from the sudden thrust into the spotlight, Jersey held up her camera and snapped a few pics of the crowd, Colson leaving her side to stand in front of her, to get pictures with the crowd behind him. The cheers rose even louder when Colson moved but it was only briefly as Colson went back to her as she put her camera down.

“Savie, lemme see your camera,” Colson said into her ear, motioning to Rook and the others to come down to them. Jersey gave him a look. Colson chuckled and said, “I won’t drop it. I do, I buy you a new one.”

“You better not fucking drop it, Colson.” She said, taking the strap from around her neck. The guys came over and they gathered around Jersey with their backs to the crowd. Colson held up the camera, getting a good angle and hold on it, then spoke into the mic, with a smile, “Everyone fuckin’ smile! 3, 2, 1!”

Colson snapped the picture and handed the camera back to Jersey, kissing her cheek. He turned back to the crowd as the others went back to their places and said, “Yo, where’s my British friend at?! Y’all, let’s hear it for Yungblud!”

Jersey scampered back as Dom skipped out, laughing. His eyes lit up for a moment when he saw her and went to her. “You’re Jersey, right, love? Oh, man! Colson’s told me so much about you! We’ll cha’ afta!” He said, excitedly, kissing her cheek. Jersey smiled, stopping him, briefly, to snap a pic, and watched him join Colson. For the last song, Jersey snapped away, now moving visibly for the crowd to see. She got some close-ups of Baze and AJ, Slim catching her and taking a few selfies with him as well.

At the end of the song, Jersey got right behind both men as they made their last bows. Dom caught a few fans up front, pointing behind them and smiling. Dom glanced back and nudged Colson. Colson turned back quickly, smirking as he caught sight of Jersey. He whispered something to Dom before calling for Jersey to take another picture, to which she happily obliged. Once she took the picture, Colson looked at Dom and gave a small nod. All at once, both Colson and Dom rushed at her, scooping her up as she screamed and laughed. When they hoisted her up on their shoulders, Jersey only chanced two shots at the crowd, trying to get the best framing she could without falling, then dropped her camera to grip the men’s shoulders to keep her steady.

“Thank you, Reading!” Colson called into the mic. The crowd cheered and Colson caught Jersey as he nudged Dom to step away before they all left the stage. Colson carrying her backstage and she waited until they were fully offstage before wiggling out of his arms and turning on him.

“Fucking assholes!” Jersey laughed, punching Colson’s shoulder as he set her down. “I could have dropped my camera!”

Colson snickered and fended off her blows while Dom laughed and wrapped his arms around her, in a hug. “Awe, come on, love. We woul’n’t do tha’ to you!” He chuckled. Colson smiled and said, “Oh, yeah. Dom, Jersey. Jersey, Dom.” He added a chuckle and Dom released her as she turned to him, sliding her arm through her camera strap. She pushed her camera to her back as both hers and Dom’s faces lit up as they laughed and exchanged formal Hello’s.

“It’s so good ta meet ya, love! I’ve ‘eard so much abou’ ya!” Dom said, giving her another hug. Jersey broke the embrace with a soft giggle and said, “You too! Yeah, I heard I kept missing you the past few days. I’ve been dying to meet you! You’re honestly such a precious being, Dom. Honestly!”

Dom laughed and kissed her cheek, then pressing his to hers as he gave her another hug. “Aren’t you sweet! Colson! She’s so sweet! Where’ve you been ‘iding this one?!” Dom chuckled.

“Shit, talk to Rook. She’s his cousin.” Colson chuckled. Dom laughed, keeping his arm around her neck as he turned to look for the drummer and called out, “Rook! Wot the fuck, mate?!”

“Hey, man. She was the busy one.” Rook said. “Every time I wanted to invite her to do pictures, she was booked.”

“Oh, love, do you do other photography? Mah sista’s birthday is comin’ up. Would you do a shoot for her?” Dom asked, taking her hands. Jersey’s mouth dropped open and she stumbled over herself.

“I-I-Um, y-yeah! O-Of course!” She said with a laugh. Dom chuckled and kissed her cheek, saying, “Brilliant! I’ll grab your numba before we leave, yeah?”

They stuck around for a little longer while Colson and Dom did a few quick interviews and the others hung out and partied. Jersey left a little early to try and get a head start on her pictures and both Baze and AJ went along with her. While AJ tried his best to keep an eye on them both once they got back to the hotel, he had to get away for some privacy to FaceTime his family. Almost as soon as the door closed, Baze scooped Jersey up, laptop, camera, and all, and slid under her, holding her in his lap. Jersey gave him a look and giggled.

“Baze, AJ is in the next room.” She said, softly. Baze chuckled and said, “He’ll be at least 20 minutes.”

Jersey giggled and slid an arm around his neck as he moved her camera and laptop to the coffee table. Jersey shifted in his lap and retorted, “And the guys will be back soon.”

“So, let’s not waste any time then,” Baze said. He took her by her hips and laid her on the couch, making her squeak. She pushed at him gently, bracing her hand on his shoulder.

“Rook is going to fucking kill you if he catches us,” Jersey said. Baze leaned down and kissed her softly, Jersey clinging to him, slightly, wanting the kiss to last.

“He won’t. Trust me.” Baze said. Jersey chuckled as he kissed her again. She gave a small giggle into the kiss and slid the hand around his neck, into his hair, the other pressed against his chest. Jersey gave a small whine as she slipped her fingers into the unbuttoned slit of his shirt. Baze’s hand flew to her thigh, slipping his fingers under the edge of her shorts, pushing up.

“Mm, wait...Fuck.” Jersey turned her head, leaving only her neck open to him. Even as her fingers slid into his hair and her eyes fluttered closed as he laid soft, sweet kisses on her neck, she pulled her senses together and said, “Baze, we can’t. Not here.”

Baze gave a soft groan and moved his hand back to her hip and looked at her. Jersey sighed, pushing her hair back, still with her other arm around his neck, as she looked at him. “I’m sorry. I know I keep making it seem like-” Baze stopped her, shaking his head and placing a soft kiss on her lip and a hand on her cheek.

“No, no. It’s not your fault, Jersey. I want you. Sometimes I push it a little too far too. I know we can’t...Not that we’ll ever have enough privacy. It’s just-Fuck, you’re hot.” He said, with a soft chuckle. Jersey smiled and gripped his chin, gently.

“Baby, believe me...I want you too.” Jersey said before she dropped her hand to his chest. “But it’s bad enough I’m fooling around with one of Rook’s bandmates, but if he caught us-”

“Hey, hey. You don’t have to explain yourself, baby. It’s okay. I understand.” He said, with a smile. Jersey smiled and kissed him, slowly. She broke the kiss and crooked a finger at him. Baze chuckled and leaned even closer. She giggled, tongue tucked between her teeth, and put her lips to his ear and whispered, “Then, get the fuck off me.”

Baze laughed and sat up, pulling a smug smirking Jersey into his lap. She chuckled and disconnected her camera, as the pictures had finished uploading, and pulled her laptop onto her lap.

“You got some good shots today,” Baze said, reaching his arm around her to scroll through them. Jersey chuckled and shrugged.

“I got a few. Good enough for Kells to post anyway.” Jersey said, shooing his hand away to take over. Baze scoffed and said, “Come on, Sav. You’ve gotten a lot of good shots. You’re really good.”

She glanced at him and smiled. “Thanks.” She said, somewhat shyly. Baze chuckled and continued to watch her edit. Skewing her lips in thought, she finally leaned closer and kissed him softly. Baze smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Hey, let me see the ones you got when they picked you up.” Baze chuckled, moving her off his lap to get a drink. Jersey chuckled and said, “They’re probably blurry as fuck.”

“Well, you won’t know until you look. Come on, let me see.” Baze said, looping back around the couch, leaning on the back, behind Jersey. She giggled and moved the scroll bar all the way down and clicked on the last two pictures. To her pleasant surprise, the pictures weren’t blurry at all and captured the last enthused reaction of the crowd.

“Wow. They aren’t that bad.” She said, sitting back and toggling between the two pictures. She looked up at Baze and chuckled. Baze laughed and said, “See? Sav, they look great.”

Baze looked down at her and chuckled, leaning down to kiss her quickly. Jersey giggled and kissed him back, biting her lip, slightly. Baze then quickly moved away, rounding the couch and sipped his drink, as the locks on the door sounded. Jersey shifted, sticking her knuckle between her teeth as she went through the rest of her pictures, elbow resting on the cushion, as she tried to contain her smile. The door opened, both Jersey and Baze turning as it did, and the rest of the crew walked in.

“There you are. About time, bro.” Baze teased, going to Colson and clapping hands with him. Colson smirked and said, “Bro, I had shit to do. You packed yet? We gotta head out to Glasgow soon.”

“Nah, I was looking at Jersey’s pictures. She wanted an opinion. AJ’s FaceTiming his kids.” Baze said. Rook hurried over to his cousin and plopped down next to her, looking through the pictures with her.

“Hey, Colson! Come check these out, bro.” Rook called. Colson called out to AJ to pack his bags and pointed to Baze as he went to the couch, and said with a smirk, “Go pack your shit. They’re pulling the buses around now.”

Baze chuckled and followed Slim into their shared room to pack as Colson went to the couch, sitting down next to Jersey. Rook went to his room to pack and Jersey and Colson stayed on the couch, going over her pictures and talking about what he wanted for the next show in Manchester, after Glasgow.

“Hey. Baze. What was with last night?” Slim asked, glancing at the bassist. Baze looked at him, a brief fear flashing through him as he maintained his composure and asked, “Last night when?”

“I got up to piss. I saw you out in the kitchen with Jersey...Y’all looked pretty cozy.” Slim said, watching Baze’s movements slow to a stop. He looked up at Slim and said, “You gonna tell Rook?”

Slim shrugged and said, “Shit. I mean, it’s none of my business, but you’d better tell him you’re screwing around with his cousin before I’m not the one who catches you.”

Baze sighed and angrily zipped up his bag. “I haven’t slept with her. I wouldn’t do that to Rook. We’re not screwing around.” He said. Slim shrugged and said, “Still better to tell him before he finds out.”

Baze glanced out the door of their room, still seeing only Colson and Jersey on the couch. He looked at Slim and said, “Slim, you’re not-”

“Bro, you think I’d rat you out? I’m just telling you, next time it might not be me who catches you.” Slim said. Baze sighed and continued to pack his bags.

~

Over the next week, Jersey worked 2 more shows after Reading, keeping with the agreement that she’d only work every other show. While everyone recovered from the night in London, all of them taking naps on the nearly 2 hour Ferry ride to Calais in France, Baze and Jersey snuck away to have some real alone time. They made their way up to the top deck, where there were significantly fewer people. They snagged a little booth in the corner and cozied up.

“I’ve been thinking…” Jersey said, shifting between Baze’s legs, leaning back against him. Baze pressed his lips to her hair in a soft kiss, with a soft ‘Hm’. “I’ve been getting a weird vibe from Colson and AJ lately. They always make weird faces when I mention you, or me and you.”

“Yeah. Slim’s kind of been on my ass this week. I guess he saw us the night before Reading.” Baze said. Jersey pulled away, looking back at him.

“In the hot tub?!” She asked. Baze smirked and said, “No. That night in the kitchen.”

Jersey sighed and leaned against him again. Baze nuzzled her hair and murmured, “So, what were you thinking?”

Jersey chewed her lip and said, “Maybe we should hold off on things.”

“What do you mean?” Baze asked after a while, pulling away from her, slightly, to look down at her. Jersey turned to him and said, “Like...You do you, I do me... Just until after tour. When we can go somewhere without having to worry about everyone.”

Baze blinked then said, “Do you not want to be together?”

“No, I do. But I don’t want to always have to worry about someone catching us. We can’t ever be relaxed and just...Be us. We’re not even together now and we have to worry about being caught. I don’t want to have to worry about Rook flipping his shit cause he’ll think it’s just because of being on tour. We can actually show him that we’re serious so he doesn’t kill you.” Jersey said. She cracked a smirk and said, “Plus...I’ve seen Slim and Rook with chicks. And since we know Rook would kill us both, you should get some too.”

Baze snickered and said, “You won’t be jealous? Or get mad?”

Jersey made a face at him and giggled, turning to him to straddle him, and said, “No. Besides, we were never together. We just fool around.” With a shrug, she added, “I wouldn’t have a right to get mad.”

Baze chuckled and nodded. “That, and it also might be better that we make it official so Rook doesn’t chop off my balls if he finds out we had sex on tour.”

Jersey chuckled and nodded, sliding her arms around his neck. “So...This is the last time we sneak around till we get back.”

“Mmm...We’d better take advantage then.” Baze chuckled. Jersey nodded and giggled as Baze slid his hands over her thighs and up her sides as Jersey leaned down, cupping his face and kissed him. Soft moans filled the booth while they kissed, both of them wound up. Finally, they pulled apart and made their way back down to join the crew with half an hour to spare. Once the ferry docked in Calais, they made great time getting to Paris and wasted no time jumping into soundcheck and having a nice lunch before getting ready for the show. 

Paris went by quickly, Jersey tapping out after a few hits after the show. The next day in Brussels, while the guys did their soundcheck, Jersey did a little exploring with one of their bodyguards. She took advantage of being on an international tour and did some shopping, making sure to stop by a least one garden to take a few pictures for her own Instagram. On the next few shows, both Paris and Brussels included, the band did a little something more for her, either before or after the shows. Not only in appreciation for everything she did for them so far on this tour but because her birthday was quickly approaching, on the 5th.

During the Cologne show, Colson made sure she was free, done with editing pictures so she could enjoy the show, the full show, as a present of sorts. Jersey knew they would probably do something bigger for her after the show, already having overheard Rook and Slim talking about a cake. What she didn’t expect, was for it to happen during the show.

“How long do we have left? An hour? Aight.” Colson turned from talking to Slim and turned to the crowd. “Aight, so tonight is a special night. We’ve had a guest on tour with us and I’d like to bring her out here. Savie! Come on, girl. Get out here!”

Jersey shook her head at him, trying to shout ‘No!’ over the music that AJ, Baze, and Rook started playing. Colson smirked and kept waving her out, eventually getting the crowd to chant her name, again. Finally, Slim went to her and hauled her over his shoulder, making Jersey shriek. When Colson turned to try and call to her again, he laughed and stumbled away, slightly, at the sight of Jersey fighting Slim as he carried her over and set her down.

“Thanks, Slim! Ha!” Colson laughed as he put an arm around her neck and said, “This is Jersey Savage. Our Hotel Diablo tour photographer, and our Rookie’s cousin. She’s 27 today! Can I get a ‘Happy Birthday Savage’ on three, Germany?!”

He counted down as the crowd continued to roar and when he was done, the entire venue seemed to shake as they screamed, “Happy Birthday, Savage!”

They continued to cheer and applaud, growing louder when they saw Slim and another man carrying out a cake with candles. Jersey laughed and covered her face as they brought it over. When Colson tried to get the crowd to sing Happy Birthday, Jersey grabbed the mic, shuffling closer and said, “No. Hell no.” With a laugh, she said, “If you’re gonna subject me to the fucking Birthday song, it’s going to be in German, verdamnt!”

Colson laughed as the crowd roared once again, beginning to sing along as Jersey started them off with, “Zum Geburtstag viel Glück…” Her voice trailed off as the crowd took over and she laughed, her face flushed and never more positive in her life that she was as red as the roses on her shirt. When they finished singing, Colson called for quiet while Jersey thought of a wish and blew out the candles, then the crowd cheered again.

“Savie, you know we love you...But how much would you hate me if we smashed this cake in your face?” Colson asked as he slipped an arm around her neck. Tonguing her cheek while the crowd laughed, she gave him a look and said, “You do that, and I get a free Nut Punch.”

Bursts of laughter scattered through the crowd, as Colson looked out at them, nodding in agreement, and he gave a small shrug. “That’s fair. That’s fair.” He smirked at the crowd then looked at Jersey and said, “Worth it!”

Working together, as Colson slid his hand to the back of Jersey’s head and pushed, and even though Jersey tried to push back, Slim and the other man brought the cake to her. She was quick enough to bring her hands up to cover her face, but she still ended up with cake smeared on her face and covering her hair and arms. She shrieked when she saw it coming then stood there in a stunned silence, still wearing a small, also stunned, smirk while the others laughed and the crowd roared again.

“Happy Birthday, Savie!” Colson called, going in for a hug as a peace offering. Wiping the icing off her face and out of her hair, Jersey glared playfully at him and waited until he got close enough, then shoved her icing filled hands into his face. Colson stumbled back in surprise and Jersey stumbled right along with him as they both laughed as she smeared as much cake and icing on his face as she possibly could. They both slipped in the rest of the cake on the floor, looking like the worst pair of ice dancers ever. Colson managed to keep his balance and caught Jersey as well, both of them stumbling back trying to get out of the cake.

“Let’s hear it for Jersey Savage!” Slim called into his mic. He took over for a minute, keeping the crowd hyped while they both made their way offstage to clean up a little more.

“Colson, you fucking cunt nugget!” Jersey shouted with a laugh as she swung at him. Colson laughed, licking the icing from his fingers, easily avoiding her. “I get a free Nut Punch, you fucking egg!”

“You will, Sav! You will!” Colson laughed as he caught her hands to stop her, then pulled her into a hug. Jersey smirked, rubbing her head on his chest to wipe the icing from her hair. “Hey, hey!”

Jersey laughed as Colson chuckled and shook his head as he pulled off his shirt. She sighed and tugged off her own shirt, turning it inside out and folding it to wipe her face. “You owe me a new outfit, you bitch. This was my favorite shirt.” She chuckled.

He made a kissy face at her and smirked. “You think I’d do this and not know that?” He chuckled. Jersey giggled and shook her head. “Aight, I gotta finish my show.”

As he rushed by, he kissed her cheek and ran back on stage. Jersey sighed and tugged her hair back to tie it up. A few of the PAs were able to get her a change of clothes from the merch booth. She only took the sweats, not really caring at this point if she was only in her bra. She watched the rest of the show, happily, now that she was able to check cake smashing off her bucket list.

~

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VI.

"It is not until you rhyme with a person that makes you their perfect match, it is when you are satisfied with each others peculiarities, and find jewels in their loopholes." ― Michael Bassey Johnson

I’ve suffered injuries before, so I’m well aware of how much of a bitch they can be. I’ve sat out of games, I’ve had my playing time limited due to undeniable pain and soreness, but I’ve never had an entire season snatched away from me and it’s a motherfucker. Post-surgery, I spent six days in the hospital. I’ve been home for just about a week and I’ve had a few moments when I felt like I was on the brink of snapping at those who are only trying to help me, for the sake of my own self-pity and then there’s the sleepless nights where I lay in bed and mentally rip myself to shreds.

I’m not depressed. I’m injured, not dying. There’s a lot more depressing shit going on in the world and unfair circumstances that have left people in worse conditions that I’m in, so it’s not fair for me to claim such a vicious dark state of mind after having spent hundreds of thousands of dollars of my own money on one of the best surgeons in New York to repair my ankle. Am I disappointed? Hell yeah. It’s killing me to watch my teammates go out there to battle without me and though many of them stopped by the hospital to visit and called my phone with well wishes, that doesn’t compete with or compare to the adrenaline rush of being able to run out onto those fields and to play my heart out in order for us to advance to that Super Bowl we’re all working towards playing in.

My days consist of either laying in my bed or on a couch, with my ankle elevated on a pile of pillows, and either a remote or video game controller in my hands. I haven’t watched this much TV in years. My independence is limited because my momma finds it to be a nightmare to watch or even think about me moving up and down the stairs with the crutches, so everyone does just about everything for me other than the normal humanly functions that I’m supposed to handle in private. I’m starting to think I’d even be joined in the bathroom if I hadn’t mouthed off about it.

I can’t take a shower, so I have to oddly wash my ass while standing in front of my sink and then there’s the fact that I have to balance myself on the crutches while doing it. It’s a lot harder than I’d like it to be. Getting dressed is a bit complex but I came up with a couple of techniques in order to get my comfort attire on without much assistance. There’s no playing with the dogs and they don’t understand it whatsoever. It’s difficult to manage three hundred pounds of dog with only one good foot, so if they’re not willing to lay around with me, whoever else is around for the sake of caretaking or company looks after them for me.

“O! You alright down there?” Momma stopped midway down the steps leading to the basement to be able to hear whatever response I may give. Today’s the first day I’m able to hang out in my mancave area. I crawled down here when she wasn’t paying attention and after verbally ripping me a new asshole, she properly set me up so I could lay around down here for however long I can take it.

“I’m good.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Nah, I’m alright.” I can’t front, I’ve been having junk all day long. I know that candy, chips, and cookies aren’t what most people would call comfort food, but it’s comforting the shit out of me.

“You feeling any pain? You’re due for the medication pretty soon.” I’m avoiding it. The discomfort is there for sure, but I’m not trying to go to sleep. On top of that, all of it messes with my stomach. I don’t even pop pills when I have a headache, so having bottles of them lined up on my bedroom nightstand to take every couple of hours is draining.

“I’m alright.”

“Are you cold?”

“No, I’m not cold. You wrapped me up in this blanket. You swaddled me like I’m a few months old momma. Ain’t no way I can get cold.” What she thought was hilarious didn’t quite connect with me. I’ll be burning up in about ten minutes.

“Okay, I’ll check on you in a bit.”

“Aight.” A bit means within the next ten minutes. I thought that I could get her out of the house by offering her a shopping spree to get whatever she and Jazzy wants but that was a lost cause. Though she quickly agreed to it with a warm thank you, she has yet to leave the house and I don’t think she is. I’ve gone from having a house full to everyone trickling out of here little by little over the last couple of days. It’s not like they can’t come back at some point. Where am I going?

My pop flew up here for three days but he flew back this morning for some business he has to handle back home. He told me he’d be back within the next couple of days but I’m not counting on it or sweating it. He will be back at some point, but it won’t be within any specific timeframe that he gives me or anyone else.

“Harry Potter or Twilight.” Sarai claimed that whenever I reached a point of dire boredom, I needed to either fine a television or film series to watch in order to keep myself occupied. With giggles, these were the ones she suggested and as I’m reading through the brief descriptions of the films, I can see why she was laughing. She’s has to be kidding around me with. Ain’t no way I’m watching any of this shit. Wizards? Ghosts? Vampires? Wolves? Nah.

Just the thought of her made me reach for my phone and head to my recent calls. I tapped on the last FaceTime call we shared with one another and listened to the ringing while awaiting an answer. I’m not sure when she leaves the ESPN studios but The Sports Haven has been off the air for hours.

“Hold on.” I almost misheard what she said as she hushed me with her whispered tone. She had to be holding the phone in front of her chest because I could only see the cool grayness of the dress she was wearing earlier today. She obviously hadn’t changed her shoes because in the midst whoever she was speaking to as she walked away, I could hear the sound of her heels clicking and clacking against the tiled flooring. That infectious giggle bounced throughout the halls further worsening my need to see her stunning face and once she was behind a door, my craving was fulfilled while her flustered facial expression amused me.

“I’m still at work. You know better.”

“Do I? What am I supposed to know better about?”

“I’m still at work.”

“So.”

“If you were at training camp, a work out, or at practice, would you answer my phone calls?”

“Yes.” I would. If I was near my phone, I absolutely would, with no hesitation. Coach would just have to be pissed because I’m walking off to take that call every single time.

“Bullshit, Beckham.”

“I’m answering your phone call every single time.” Her petite frame plopped down in the chair nearest to her as she teasingly rolled her eyes.

“How’s the foot?”

“Same ol’, same ol. I’m what, about two weeks post-surgery? I guess it’s not as crazy painful as it once was, but other than that, same shit, different day.”

“You’ve been staying off of it? Elevating it?”

“Yes, nurse.” It was my turn to roll my eyes. Much like my momma, she’s been just as on my case about sitting around on my ass. I’m doing it. I’m just not trying to become good at it.

“Ice for the swelling? Twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off, then repeat?”

“Yep.”

“Two pillows under the knee, two under the ankle?”

“Actually no, nurse. I’m not doing any of that shit. I think I need a home visit because I really don’t understand any of that.”

I haven’t seen her since I was discharged from the hospital. For the six days I was there after the surgery, she visited me every single day. Her shift was during the late evening. She would come straight from Connecticut to relieve my mother and would stick around until I was sound asleep. She spent the night twice. On one of those days, I had her sitting on one side of me and Drake on the opposite side. That may have been the best visit or maybe it was the one when both she, Ben, and Shep turned the opposite side of the room into a dance floor so that they could dance for me since my dancing shoes will be hung up for a while.

I find myself looking at all of the pictures and videos we all took during a time when I needed my friends the most. I had no time to sulk, because I was laughing every day. I smiled until my face began to hurt and it was all as genuine as it could get. We played Uno and Spades, Monopoly, Charades with our iPhones, and we sat around eating whatever they all decided to bring me from outside. Sarai even bought me a steak from Ruth Chris. It didn’t even feel like I was hospitalized.

“Cut the shit. You understand it.”

“Honestly, I don’t. You said how many pillows? Put the crutches aside and walk where on my own?” My eyes trailed up to the ceiling as I jokingly pondered on all of the directions I’ve been given. They’ve been drilled into my memory so much; I’ll never be able to forget any of it even after I’ve gone through recovery and am completely back to being myself.

“I’m not coming to your house.”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“I’m confused. So, you can come and visit me in the hospital, where there’s hundreds or maybe even thousands of people around, but not at my house where there’s now barely anyone around?”

“Beckham.”

“I miss you. I haven’t seen you since I’ve been home and I’d like to. I can’t go anywhere. If I could, I’d come to you no matter where you are, but I can’t right now. When I’m better, consider it done. For now, I need you to come to me. Is that okay?”

Silence filled the spaces surrounding the both of us and we stared at one another through the screens that served as our connection and yet as a clear sign of the current distance that we have from one another. Sometimes FaceTime isn’t going to cut it. I miss the alluring scent of jasmine and vanilla as it mingles with my own to create an inimitable mesh that is only exclusive to us. Then there’s the way her laugher starts out boisterous and eventually trickles down into this soft cackle that instantly brightens my smile. I miss her cheating and making up nonexistent rules for Uno, and then the way she taunts me for being a sore loser as she does a victory dance that purposefully mimics the ones that I do on the field. Most of all, the kisses. They’re the ones that she thinks I don’t feel when she assumes, I’m asleep. Sometimes they’re on my forehead. The last one I got was near the corner of my mouth. It was lingering, so lingering to the point of me nearly turning my head so that I could finally become drunken from her lips. I miss everything.

“You need anything before I come? Are you hungry?” I may not be able to dance physically, but I’m damn sure doing so mentally.

“Nah. The chef is here. She’s going to whip something up. That was my momma’s doing, by the way. She knows that if it’s up to me, I’ll sit around here and eat junk all day, so she hired someone to make sure I am able to have a healthy balanced diet. She’s on a trial run right now, but I think she’s going to stick around because everything’s been good for the most part.”

“You need a chef. Your eating habits are childish. I’ve told you that before.”

“Aye, childish or not, at least I know it’s good. I’m not experimental. I eat what’s familiar to me and I keep it moving.”

“Childish. Your snack stock is good?”

“Just bring yourself.”

“Alright. I’ll see you later on then. I have to get home, change my clothes, and all of that other good stuff.”

“Drive safely.”

“Will do. Text me if you need anything so I can grab it before I come.”

“I don’t need anything other than your presence.” I thought she’d roll her eyes again and wave off what I said as yet another one of my flirtatious jokes as she calls them, but she didn’t. This time, she sank further down into her seat and kicked off her heels.

“I’ll text you when I’m nearby. See you soon.”

“Okay.”

As the recent call screen returned to view, I tossed my phone beside me on the couch, and began the waiting process.

Though I couldn’t do it physically, mentally, everything felt like one of those moments in a romantic comedy when someone invites a person of interest over and they’re scrambling around the house trying to rid areas of dirt and mess, in the sloppiest manner ever. They’re usually stuffing clothes into drawers, sweeping dirt and dust under dark crevices, and tossing most of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher only for them to be forgotten about for days. I know the house is clean, because a cleaning service comes here three times a week to make sure of it, and yet I’m still sitting here anxiously hoping that nothing is out of place.

There’s also the part of me having to mention to mom dukes that she’s coming and her turning that into yet another high school moment as she promises to stay out of the way though I know that she’s going to make it her business to be as nosy as possible because she can’t help herself. Per her request, chef Renee is making pasta and salmon. I would have changed my clothes but I’m not going up three flights of stairs to get to my bedroom so the shorts and t-shirt will have to work. My breath ain’t funky.

“You need anything else? Is there enough water?” She put together a platter of snacks and beverages for Sarai and I’s enjoyment. Why does it seem like she’s more nervous than I am about this?

“Everything’s cool. I think we have enough of everything. Those watermelon Sour Patches are her favorite.”

“After eating, I’m probably going to be upstairs. Just ring my phone if you need me. I’m going to bring your medication downstairs for you in like five minutes. You have to take it. Don’t give me hell about it.”

“I’m not.”

“Alright. Stay put. Please do not move.”

“Where am I going? I’m imprisoned for at least the next eight weeks.”

“You’re not imprisoned. You’re just home. Cut the dramatics.”

I selected Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone as my distraction while I awaited her arrival. I’d gotten through that one plus the second film and was near falling asleep through the Prisoner of Azkaban until her all too familiar scent came trickling up my nose as she hovered over me and poked at my nose until all eyes were on her. We didn’t bid one another hellos as she plopped down on the couch next to me. I don’t know why, but it felt extremely organic when she kicked her shoes off and threw her legs up on the ottoman alongside mine and restarted the film as if she went to use the bathroom and I let it play through all of the good parts without her. She served us dinner. Because I couldn’t move, she went upstairs to retrieve it and brought it down.

As for dessert, the Sour Patches were her preferred snack and though she shared some of them with me, she hogged the bag while deeply in tune with yet another part of the series that I know she’s seen more than five times; maybe even more than ten.

“For you to have knocked these films when I suggested them, you certain are becoming interested.”

“There’s like fifteen of these things. You’re right. They kill time.”

“There’s only eight. Shut up.”

“Feels like fifteen.”

“I enjoy them because they’re a reminder of my childhood and these movies came at a time when I needed an outlet or rather a distraction. I remember when my mom took my sister and I to see Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. It came out in November. We hadn’t been out of the house since September.”

“Why?” She went silent for minutes. The musical score of the ending credits filled the air between us.

“My daddy died in September. September of two thousand and eleven.”

“From what? Was he sick?”

"Iraq. Operation Enduring Freedom, a direct response to the September eleventh attacks." Suddenly the room felt like it was viciously spinning as I stared at her. Beads of sweat trickled along the napes of my neck and though my heart mentally shattered at her words, there were some aspects of it that felt so physical. The tension gripping my body intensified as her devastating response echoed in my thoughts.

None of us will ever forget where we were, what we were doing, and how everything that happened on that specific day affected our lives from afar but my God, I can't even begin to imagine how those directly affected felt then and continue to feel now no matter how many stories I read or heard, how much footage I've watched, or how many memorials we have year after year. I have an extremely high level of respect for any and everyone who enlists to protect, defend, and preserve the safety and honor of this country, but I've never directly felt what it is like to lose someone you love while they're in the process of doing so, especially after all of the loss that happened just a month prior.

"I'm so sorry Sarai."

"Don't be. You didn't do anything. I'm alright. We're okay. I mean, you're never really alright, but you're alright in the sense that you learn how to cope with it, accept it, and move forward. You know, all of those stages of grieving. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I learned all of that in therapy." My hand met the top of hers and she allowed it to rest there rather than choosing to resist me. In an instant, our fingers laced together.

"We all have to survive something, you know?"

"I know." Our eyes glimpsed at the protective boot shielding my ankle from any potential trauma. That is of no comparison. I could lose my fucking leg tomorrow and it won't ever compare to what she lost. My pop and I have a solid relationship now, and though it was one big ass ball of confusion during many points of my childhood, I couldn't imagine losing him.

"Sometimes we learn that life isn't easy in tougher situations than others. Don't mistake that for me believing that things for me were far worse than anything anyone could have ever experienced then or now, but that was and still can be difficult to process. It took me a long time to be able to do so. Shit, it took me a long time to be able to even speak about it like this. I used to want it to be this best kept secret, you know? It wasn't a secret, because everyone knew about it no matter where I went, but I preferred spaces where people didn't know so that I didn't have to be the elephant in the room who everyone pitied. I believe when people pity you, it always keeps your pain at the forefront of your life because it's all they see." Our hands parted so that she could use both of hers to run up and down her thighs, in a self-comforting tactic.

"I remember my mother used to question me and often lash out with this accusation that I was trying to forget him but it wasn't that. More than anything, I was trying to preserve him; all of the good about him and the moments that we did have together. We were offered to sit in front of cameras at so many different television studios to be yet another grieving family giving Americans the waterworks, but I refused. Those memories were and are still mine. I don't want to share them. A guy I know felt the same way as I did. We went to school together. His father was a military medic who died over there some time later on."

"I'm trying to find the words, but I can't even imagine." I can't. How can anyone, if they weren't directly affected by it? The emotional response to the news coverage and the reality of what happened will never compare.

"I couldn't find them either. I'll never forget the stench of the cigarettes that my mother smoked one after the other, because she just felt it. He hadn't called home in days. Even with the city still being in subtle chaos after all that had happened, she was still able to go to the store and pick up two packs of something that she had quit using three years prior. She just smoked them while tapping her foot and hoping that he'd ring the phone to annoy her with one of his horrible jokes or to talk her ear off about real estate and finance, per his usual. Both were always a focus of his, but he was able to actually work in those fields once he transitioned to the reserves after being active duty for twenty years. He opened up a business right in Brooklyn because he saw all of the gentrification coming from a mile away. He volunteered to go. He was an American born Haitian and was all about the good of the country for whatever reason. He believed that he could be of great help with his two decades of knowledge and experience."

"That's honorable."

"Maybe selfish too." I can understand why feels that way. In some ways, his death feels like it's his fault, though it isn't.

"How did you find out?"

"Like everyone else does when a close relative dies in active combat. He didn't die in combat though. A building was bombed. He was in it." She squeezed her knees and shut her eyes.

"Two military officers showed up at our door, holding a folded up United States flag, and offered their deepest condolences in what I felt like was the blandest manner you could say it in. You could tell it was something so normal for them. The list of names was scrolling across the bottom of everyone's screens by the evening and there were pictures. Of course, he was mentioned. Reality really kicked me in the face and knocked me off my feet that same night when the doorbell rang. It wasn't more friends, family, or neighbors from all over our block. It wasn't another sympathy flower delivery or a gift basket. It was CNN; prying ass CNN. The whirlwind began from there. It was at that point that I realized that my father would be famous for that day and maybe the next one, and then would eventually be nothing more than a casualty of a fucked up war." 

"Sarai."

"Odell, I'm okay. I worked hard to be that way and it's what he'd want for me. I still have a lot of work to do, but I'd rather be a work in progress than a bunch of nothingness. I know I've made him proud."

"You're beautiful." From the top of her head to the very tips of her toes, she is that. Her essence and soul. Her demeanor and charisma. All of her is that.

"And you're kind of alright, I guess." Her laughter spilled out before mine, shifting the heaviness in the room. Though I couldn't move much, my arms were long enough to grab her into them for a lighthearted tickling session for having lessened me to "alright". I'd take that from her though.

"Thank you for sharing that with me. I know it wasn't easy despite you saying that you're okay but I'm glad that you shared it. Sometimes when you're up there speaking about me on that panel, I feel like you know me better than most and sometimes, even myself. It's my turn now, but for you."

"I don't know you better than you know yourself. I just...see you. You know?" Strip away the unique perks that comes with the jobs that we do and the positions that we play in society, and that's what most of the people in my position want. The cameras only pick up a small percentage of who you are and then there's the mask that you often time have to wear for the sake of self-preservation and protection. The scrutiny is never ending. One day they love you, twenty-four hours later, you're the scum of the earth. Explaining yourself is worthless because it only gains you the entitled label. The rare aspect of it all is being seen in the manner that Sarai just emphasized. There are very few who have that gift. I'm so grateful that she does.

"I see you too." On the screen and finally, beyond it. I thought my fantasies about her essence were unbelievably incredible, but the reality of her is beyond measure. She's superseded all of my thoughts.

"Can we finish binging my friends in my head though? We can finish all of these movies tonight." I earned a mush to my head for groaning in response. I thought we could at least switch it to Bad Boys. Who wouldn't rather watch Will Smith and Martin Lawrence tear down Miami looking for drug traffickers and murders than to watch wizards and goblins?

"Go ahead. Play the next one."

"You're so nice."

"Happy wife, happy life, right?" As quickly as I said it, is as quickly as I laughed. Her responding facial expression was a photo worthy moment.

“Beckham, I will pour the remaining sugar in this bag all over you. Keep playing with me.”  

“You can, for as long as you…” Before I could finish it, I was mushed again and her palm remained over my mouth as she pressed play. I know she found it funny because the smirk dancing along her lips didn’t let up. That’s good enough for me.

We shared my fleece Giants blanket through the earlier portion of the movie and that plus a mixture of all we’d eaten soothed the both of us into a slumber that left her limbs intertwined with mine and the illuminating glare from the television highlighting our frames. I hadn’t even realized we were sleeping or for how long until she was stirring in her sleep and lifting her head.

“It’s almost three in the morning.”

“It’s okay, go back to sleep.” Our tones were equally groggy. She could barely keep her eyes open.

“Lay down, baby.” Her head rested on my chest as it had been before and I covered her upper frame with the blanket once again. With one click of a button on the remote, the annoying lighting from the television was gone and we were left in pitch blackness.

It was my turn to kiss her as she slept and I planted plenty of them on various areas of her face until my body rejoined hers for rest.

[shookethbrooketh]

seven days

day two: part one

summary: dan is stuck in the wrong timeline. one day, he kisses phil goodnight. the next morning, he’s completely alone. he doesn’t even recognize where he wakes up, and little details in the world around him have changed. he has no clue what’s happening or where to go next in an effort to fix it; all he knows is that he has to find phil.

genre: sci-fi, a lil bit of angst, happy ending

warnings: none (for now)

fic word count: 4.3k chapter word count: 2.3k

written for the @phandomreversebang ! inspired by the awesome moodboard/edits by @maybeformepersonally ! beta’d (beginning to end) by @i-might-just-leave-soon !

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Sadly, however, there were a few things Dan didn’t know as he dozed off that evening. He didn’t know about the reminder on the phone he’d neglected all day making sure he, or the him that used to live in this timeline, didn’t forget about his first day on the production of Queer Eye. And he surely didn’t know that while he slept, as the clock struck midnight, the world began to change around him. It was like he slept in a protective bubble, holding him in place as the timeline disassembled and reassembled around his body. At 12:01, his entire universe had changed once again. Dan slept through that night in bliss ignorance until he was woken up and his world turned upside down once again. 

“Daniel!”

“Hmm?” Dan blinked his eyes open, and before he had time to rub the sleep out of them, he spasmed into an upright position, hitting his head on the back of the bed frame. 

He found himself in a hotel room with a man in overly done makeup standing over him. Everything from the day before rushed back to him, and it took all he had not to shout out, “Who the hell are you?” 

“You need to start getting ready for VidCon! Your meetup is today!” the man shouted at him. His voice was loud and shrill, and Dan would have given money to not have to hear it. 

“Okay, okay, give me some space!” he moaned, pushing the man back a little bit. 

“Alright, just be ready in an hour,” the man said, leaving through a door into a conjoined room. 

“An hour? Who needs an hour to get ready?” he asked himself, wandering into the bathroom. “Oh, FUCK!” Dan shouted, taking one good look at his face in the mirror. It was caked in makeup, but it had clearly been a bit smudged by sleep. “Oh, no,” he breathed, fear entering his confused mind. He rushed to find a phone back by the bed and ended up seeing an iPhone XR. “Shit, that’s gotta be expensive,” he said, opening it immediately with facial recognition. Immediately he found and opened YouTube and went to his own channel, something he was more than used to doing in his normal life. What he found was exactly what he feared: he was this timeline’s James Charles. 

Dan groaned, rearing his head back to the ceiling. “I don’t know how to do makeup!” he muttered, dragging himself back into the bathroom. On the sink was a collection of at least 15 different types of makeup. “That explains the one-hour wakeup call.” 

His eyes darted back and forth from blush to mascara to eyeliner to foundation as if looking at them each enough would show him what to do with them. Finally, an idea struck him. Unless YouTube was a completely different beast in this timeline, “Daniel Howell makeup tutorial” would be a fruitful search. It only took him a few seconds to find someone to teach him how to do his own makeup routine, and he was on his way. 

It took Dan about half an hour to do the makeup, and he was quite thankful that the Dan whose body he’d woken up in was wearing makeup already because if he hadn’t it would have taken him twice as long or more. He threw on some actually mildly tasteful clothes and grabbed his VidCon badge; at least he knew how to live this person’s life. 

Ready to go with twenty minutes left, Dan sank back into “his” bed and put his head in his hands. “Why the hell am I in another timeline?” he said, stressing a word every now and then just to exasperate his anger. “I’m never gonna find Phil at this rate.” 

He closed his eyes, attempting to hold back tears. He was sure a rich makeup YouTuber would have waterproof makeup, but he wasn’t willing to take that risk. Thousands of separate thoughts were running through his head, each of them desperate, but one stood out over them all: Dan did not want to go to VidCon. 

VidCon was one of his favorite places; it legitimized all his life choices and made him feel as if he was truly valued by the world. However, he’d never been to a VidCon without Phil in his life, and he didn’t particularly want to. He had fantasies about this VidCon--doing a meetup with Phil with both of them out and proud, hugging their fans tight and supporting them the way they supported the two of them--but now that was all gone, and he was left with a pound of makeup on his face and a bunch of people who didn’t even know him for who he truly was. 

His “friend” and apparently manager, whose name he eventually learned was, ironically, James, retrieved him and led him to the venue. He was lucky for that; he obviously hadn’t been told ahead of time where the meet and greet was, and between his height, his makeup, and his assumed fame, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be wise to mingle with the fans to find directions. 

“Aight, you’ve got a few minutes until the meetup; you can hang out here,” said James, leaving him in a sort of a green room. There was a wall in between them, and he could still hear the screaming fans. He’d never met fans alone before, and he was honestly a bit scared, especially without knowing what sort of fanbase the him of this timeline appealed to. He spent an immeasurable amount of time in his own head, searching aimlessly for something to calm his nerves. If only Phil were there with him…

Suddenly, a thought hit Dan. Maybe Phil was there with him. He’d yet to research the Phil of this timeline, so there was nothing telling him that he wasn’t still a YouTuber or that he wasn’t just halfway across the convention center. Dan whipped out the phone in his pocket and searched “Phil Lester” on Twitter for a second tie, and deja vu struck as he once again came up empty handed. 

“Damnit!” he cried out, but he had no time to mourn, for James had just thrown open the door and informed him that it was time for the meetup. Dan, taken by surprise, threw his phone down and jumped up. “Cool, let’s go!” he responded awkwardly. James furrowed his brow for a moment before eventually deciding to ignore Dan’s odd behavior and simply turning on his heel and leaving. Dan took a deep breath and followed, leaving in the opposite direction in which he came in, and he found himself behind a classic meetup photo background. This, at least, was something he was comfortable with. He put on his performer’s smile and stepped out from behind the curtain. 

Dan had certainly endured screaming teenage girls before; after all, he’d done two tours full of them. But this was a completely different animal entirely. It took all of his strength to smile and wave rather than double over with his hands over his ears. At this point, Dan was losing hope that his otherworldly counterpart wasn’t involved in some ridiculous controversy. 

At that moment, it dawned on the theatre kid still dwelling inside him that he probably should have researched his role before stepping out onstage. He was meant to put on a face and pretend to be someone else, and he hadn’t even a clue who he was to be. 

Before he even had enough time to think, the first fans were stepping up to meet him. Now, Dan had done over a hundred meetups, and even on his worst days, he’d always been attentive to each fan and been careful to make each one’s time the best thirty seconds to a minute they’d ever had. This time, however, was a bit different. 

Sure, he tried his best to act normal, but he quite simply wasn’t. He felt as if he was a fraud, given that technically he sort of was. No matter how much effort he put forth, these people were getting cheated out of meeting their idol. Well, hopefully they’d never know the difference. 

As a general rule of thumb, Dan had decided to go through the meetup emotionless. This was a bit difficult, as he and Phil had planned to, in their VidCon meetup, connect more emotionally to their fans, especially their LGBT+ fans, than ever before. But these people weren’t really his fans, and it was difficult for him to emotionally invest himself in speaking to people who didn’t really love HIS videos. Besides, he needed to keep his eyes on the prize: get through this meetup, then go back to looking for Phil. 

As the queue moved closer, he noticed one black-haired head sticking out above the others. His eyes widened, and his eyes focused on the back of a head facing someone else in the line. “Hi!” someone shouted, and his attention was forced back to the fans meeting him at that particular moment. Suddenly it became even more difficult for him to focus on the fans; he had to see the tall, Phil-like man’s face, but every time he looked up the man was facing the other direction. He felt as if the world refused to let them near each other, even though the chances that it was actually Phil were little to none.

Finally, he reached the front of the line, and the girl he’d been engrossed with conversation in poked him. “It’s your turn!” she whisper-screamed, and he jumped. 

“Oh!” he exclaimed, absentmindedly turning forward, and Dan’s heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, the face looking back at him was the face he’d fallen asleep beside every night for nearly nine years. The only difference: the man on the other side was none the wiser. 

“Oh my goodness, hi!” he squealed through a broad smile. Dan was almost taken aback by it; the Phil he knew wasn’t exactly a squealer, and he definitely didn’t have an American accent. He was quite the different Phil, but he certainly was Phil; there was no doubting it. Phil started speaking again, his words slurring together with nerves. “Iknow it’s sorta odd for youta meet afan who’sactually older thanyou but I hope you don’t find me tooweird…” he trailed off, clearly absolutely terrified to be speaking to Dan.

At this point, time seemed to completely stop. Dan had seen Phil like this, sure, but never for something as simple as a meetup. It completely blew his mind to watch Phil absolutely lose it over the chance to meet him. Phil, the man who he’d known for ten years. Phil, the man who he’d kissed countless times. Phil, who was supposed to be standing beside him on the other side of the meetup, was instead sweating through his clothes because he loved Dan so much. Inside his head, Dan chuckled. He had no idea. 

And Dan had no idea how to respond. There was no response to the person you love more than anyone or anything else in the world completely forgetting you. He wasn’t really sure what to do except for what he always did. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I promise,” he said, wrapping his arms around Phil. This wasn’t abnormal, as he’d done it for every fan thus far, but this time, it lingered a little longer, and it started much sooner than it should have. Still, he kept Phil close for more reasons than he could even begin to identify. Just having Phil there comforted his woes from the last day and a half, filled him with the love he’d always felt from Phil, and encited pure fear in him that he’d never see Phil again, all at one time. Finally, after what felt like only a millisecond but was clearly too long to be appropriate for a creator meeting a fan, Dan released Phil, and he was relieved to find that he was smiling. 

“Thanks,” Phil said, taking a deep breath. “I’m Phil, by the way.” It wasn’t until then that Dan really took Phil in; he was wearing his glasses, which brought a grin to Dan’s face; every universe’s Phil should wear his glasses constantly. It’s what everyone who encounters him deserves. He wore an outfit that reminded Dan of something he’d wear to their own meetup. It was interesting, Dan thought, how some fundamental things about Phil refused to change, even in an alternate universe. 

“Do you have something you’d like me to sign?” he asked. Phil nodded and handed over a pride flag. A burst of relief shot through Dan; Phil was still the same Phil. “I-I’d like to give you this, too,” he said, shakily handing over what appeared to be a drawing. As soon as Dan finished signing the flag, he snatched the drawing as if it were the Holy Grail and examined it; it was a picture of Dan, with every intricate detail drawn out. His dimples were deep, and every curl on his head was intentionally placed. He wore science-themed makeup, and Dan wasn’t even exaggerating when he said it was the best fanart he’d ever seen. “I’m a scientist, so…” 

It was like he was falling in love all over again. “Wow, Phil...This is amazing. Absolutely amazing. I had no idea you could draw like this!” 

“Well…” he stammered, “I don’t think you really know me at all.” 

“Oh, yeah, right,” Dan let out, disappointment evident in his voice. At this point, even Phil’s radiating awkwardness had dissipated into pure confusion. Dan had to think fast, and, through some miracle, he did. “Did you post this online? I’d love to show it some love.”

“Oh, yeah!” Phil said, confusion immediately being replaced by excitement. He was clearly still a bit nervous, but he seemed much more comfortable around Dan. That was a start. “I’m on Twitter @AmazingPhil.” Dan almost winced. How dumb could he be? He made a mental note: next time, search the name AND the handle.

“I’ll definitely check that out,” Dan said, beaming. “Thank you for this.” 

“You’re welcome,” Phil said, and the VidCon employees were ushering him on. Dan wanted to yell at them, to keep him there forever, but there was only so much he could do. 

“Have a great day!” Dan shouted as he watched the love of his life walk out of it clueless. He sighed, and muttered under his breath, “I love you.” 

[hoodmara]

Honest * Nick Mara

The tv hummed quietly, only being heard between the breaks of the jersey boy’s snores. 

Y/N turned her head to the screen to see the music video playing, a telling sign that it was too late for her to be awake. She let a small sigh escape her lips as she turned back to her original position of staring at the ceiling. Hoping that she could soon forget about the thoughts racing in her head, she started counting her breaths to try and sleep. Before she could even get to 10, the boy across from her started to turn in his sleep. 

Their legs were tangled like headphone wires, so wherever he turned, y/n had no choice but to follow. She tried her best to detangle herself from his hold, but to no avail. She didn’t understand why he was wasting his time being squished on this couch with her while he had a whole bed upstairs, empty and waiting for him. 

Tapping him on his calf and slightly rubbing on it, y/n tried to wake the boy up. Finally, he let out a quiet ‘hm?’ as his hands went to rub his eyes.

“Nick, go up to your bed, you don’t have to stay down here with me” Y/N said quietly, leaning up so she was in a sitting position. Nick rolled around a little bit before finally opening his eyes. He sat for a bit before he finally adjusted to being awake. Sitting up slowly, he placed his hand on y/n’s ankle gently.

“Ok, but you gotta come with me” he replied, lacing his free hand through his hair while the other slightly caressed the girl’s ankle. 

“Uh yeah no, I’m not about to sleep in your childhood bed with you. Your mom would not have that”

“Y/N, she doesn’t care about you being in my bed, she would rather have you up there with me than being on this busted ass couch” 

Y/N sat, contemplating her next moves. Nick’s mom did say that she didn’t care about them both staying in his room, as long as there was no baby-making in her house. She said that she was not ready to be a grandma yet and Y/N promised not to make her one. 

“Ok fine, but don’t try any of that shit tonight, Mara”

“I’m too tired to do anything, y/n, don’t worry” he lazily laughed as he turned to stand up from the couch. Finally in an upright position, he offered a hand to y/n and she gladly took it. Before heading up the stairs, y/n ran to turn the tv off and then took Nick’s hand again to help him up the stairs.

“You love running up the light bill, so I don’t want your mom on my ass about it too,” Y/N joked, making Nick chuckle quietly.

“Shut up, I’m very mindful of my power usage,”

“Yeah ok. I bet when we walk in your room, your tv is on,”

“Aight bet, I know my tv is off,”

The two rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and made their way into the last bedroom of the hallway. When they entered, the room was almost pitch blank, but the dim light of a black tv screen sizzled lowly. The screen gave off just enough light for them to make their way to the bed. Y/N let go of Nick’s hand to walk over to the tv and turn it off.

“Man, your carbon footprint is off the charts,” Nick could help but laugh and shake his head. Y/N always did know him, almost better than he knew himself. 

“Girl shut up and get in the bed, I’m cold,” he joked back, pointing to the mattress. Y/N smiled and jumped onto the high mattress. She rolled across the bed and snuggled into the dark green comforter that was pushed back.

Nick laughed and smiled sleepily at the sight before him. Y/N had just gotten into the bed, but she was already dozing off. He took that time to slide in next to her and pull the comforter over them both. At first they were laying face to face, both of them scanning over the other’s features.

“Like I said before, don’t try any of that shit....but can you be big spoon? Just this once?” Y/N asked, looking up at the boy in front of her. He smiled and nodded, receiving a happy sigh from her as she turned over and scooted back into Nick. 

It wasn’t unlike the two to cuddle like this. They were both affectionate people, so it was in their nature. But since it had been so long since they’ve been given the opportunity, due to tour and college, this simple cuddle felt so much better. 

Nick wrapped his free arm around Y/N’s waist and pulled her close. Her head rested against his shoulder and she could feel him nuzzle into her hair. The two were content with this position and they both began to fade off into their respective dream lands. That was until Nick muttered something that Y/N couldn’t leave until the morning.

“I think I love you,” he whispered, hoping that the girl in his arms was deep asleep. He knew that she probably wasn’t, but these words were too important to keep to himself for another day.

Y/N sat for a few seconds and let the sentence replay in her head. She processed the words and felt safe enough to respond. 

“You think you do or you do, because those are two very different things,” she replied, still facing the wall. She didn’t want to turn around, because everything felt easier when she didn’t have to look into his brown eyes.

“I love you. I know I do,” Nick replies much more sure of himself. Y/N smiled and slightly nodded.

“Good. I love you too. Exactly how you meant it,” she replied. 

Nick smiled and nodded back, happy with the answer he received. Finding Y/N’s hand in the blankets, he laced his fingers with her and pulled them up to his chin. Gently, he laid a kiss on each of her knuckles before bringing both of their hands back down into a resting position. 

The two laid in a comfortable silence, both of them slowly drifting off to sleep. There was a silent and shared feeling of excitement, because they couldn’t wait to wake up in the morning and share their love with each other honestly.

[miniminisb]

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okay bUCKLE UP FUCKERS IT’S TIME FOR THE DUMBEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE. I preface this by saying, I am a dumbass. I am a complete, irrevocable, plain dumbass. Do not do this at home. Do not pass go. Do not collect 200 dollars. Heed my warnings. also technically not a cult but basically a cult you’ll see just sit tight.

It was a nice sunny day in September 2017. The seasons were beginning to turn. I had just gotten out of my Intro to Logic class. I felt good. I thought to myself, “Man. Such a nice day. I think I’ll do my homework outside today. Enjoy the weather before it goes to shit.”

So there I was, barbecue sauce on my titties doing some, i dunno, categorical reasoning? Just, sitting beneath a tree, enjoying the day, when two girls walk up to me. They say they’re trying to start a club on campus, and they wonder if I have some time to talk real quick. I have some time before my next class. I’m pretty much done with this homework. I say sure.

Mistake number one.

They sit down and ask if I have ever read the Bible. My stomach immediately sinks. I don’t necessarily have things against organized religion, but… American Christians make me nervous. They really do. Growing up, you get a lot of people at your door and you get a lot of crazies telling you you’re gonna go to hell. They can pick pick the weak out of a crowd and target them for their schemes.

I am the weak.

So I chuckle nervously. I’m in danger! I say no, not really. Kinda. I grew up in a small town and would go to church with friends sometimes hahahahahahaha. They seem alright, kinda. They pull out their own Bible and start flipping through it for certain passages, giving the schpiel of “oh God loves you, Jesus died for our sins, yada yada” and I’m like, yeah, cool. Whatever.

Then it gets weird. They start talking about the end of the world, Armageddon, the apocalypse, whatever ya wanna call it. They say this time was prophecized in the Bible, snatching on weird passages to claim that North Korea is gonna drop nukes. They say that this will happen where the four corners of the earth meet, and are adamant to say that it’s referring to our area (I go to college at the Four Corners Region in the US of A).

They say how, because it’s gonna happen, it’s more important than ever to save your soul, get baptized, whatever. They ask if I have been baptized. And I say haha no, not yet, like I said I’m not really Christian, hahahah-

Mistake number two.

The girl in charge of the situation nods in a sort of understanding manner. They continue their schpiel, really starting to hit home that saving your soul and accepting the big J is important. They also said jesus was married to the city of jerusalem? For some reason??? Idk man if you’re christian can you explain this to me?

Same girl then goes, out of nowhere, “would you ever consider getting baptized?”

Listen guys. I know I put off big chaotic energy, give no fucks, can’t mess with me persona on here. But in the words of Kim Namjoon, who the hell am i? I am, without a doubt, a spineless bitch who doesn’t know how to stand up for herself when faced with the smallest amount of conflict and no outward reason to refuse people. Y’all, as I write this, I am shaking and my heart is pounding because yes, you can probably see where this is going. And yes, I am that dumb.

I chuckle nervously, fiddle with my hands, and go “haha maybe if my friend would want me to idk” just like, full on passive avoidance shrink-into-yourself of someone who desperately wants this shit to end but really can’t find an out.

And the girl looks me dead in the eyes. “Well, that’s good. But you would have to do it for yourself. Would you ever get baptized for yourself.”

“I mean, maybe? I guess? Hahah I dunno, yeah, maybe.”

MISTAKE NUMBER THREE.

The two bitches perk up. “We can do it now!” bitch what. I have like, maybe 20 minutes until class at this point. I’m shaking. I’m like, man, I just wanted to do my logic homework. And now, I get into fight or flight mode. I can’t miss class. I feel scared. These girls think north korea cares about fucking new mexico and arizona enough to nuke a place which, objectively, has little to no people living there. Like, what, you’re gonna bomb aliens? Whatever.

I really start to say. No. can’t do it. I have class. I really have class, it’s soon, can’t do it. No. And they keep pushing. “It’ll only take five minutes. It’ll be fine. You’ll be okay. Only five minutes.”

Now, what should I have done? I should have picked up my stuff and said “thank you, but no. I need to leave.” I should have said “you women are making me uncomfortable. I said no. Leave me alone. You are crazy.” I should have raised my middle finger to them which, conveniently, has a pentacle ring on it.

Instead, I caved and said fine.

M͏̤̤I̩S̖̙͝T̯̕A̧̗͙K̩͕̺̕E҉̞͙̞̮ ̤̙͕͔N̷̗͙̙ͅU͚͇̯̦͙M̩͙͖B̵̬̝̤̪E̪̺̟͙ͅṞ̼ ̩͉͍͎͎̼͘F̩̦͔̩O̘̭UṞ͉̯͍

The other girl who has remained relatively quiet, jumps up. “Great! I’ll call our minister, he’ll pull up the van!”

The what.

I don’t say anything. I should have. Listen, I don’t know how I was supposed to get baptized in the middle of the day on a Wednesday but fuck, I did not expect to get taken off campus. We have a fucking non denominational chuch on campus. So, who would’ve thunk? Not me!

“The what?”

The girls jump up and seem super excited. I am shaking as I pick up my bag and follow them to the parking lot. Meanwhile I’m screaming silently to myself what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. You know, like a normal person. So at least I wasn’t completely insane.

“We’re just taking you to our church, don’t worry.” And for some reason, that does put me at ease a lil. Cuz, like, I may be a stinking heathen who’s gone to church so many times that she can count it on one hand, but I do have the belief that nice pretty churches are save havens. So, I do feel a little okay.

I still get into a fucking car tho so there’s that I guess.

The dude pulls up. He is… idk he looked like one of those creepy religious fucks from like a horror movie. Dead behind the eyes. We all pack into the car. I’m trying not to cry, honestly. I’m really trying to keep this light cuz it is pretty funny when you step back but keep in mind I was terrified and I don’t know how to say no.

It is only after we pull away that I have the dawning thought. I’m basically getting kidnapped. They could take me fucking anywhere and no one would know and I wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it. Three against one.

As we’re leaving my fucking campus I check the clock. I have, like. Five minutes until my next class. I am a dumbass.

The girl shows me like… an apocalypse video??? for some reason??? Like wow thanks bitch but you already told me the world was gonna end but aight.

I’m hardcore like, astral projecting at this point. Full on dissociation. I do not exist on this plane anymore.

We pull into a fucking starbucks parking lot next to some town homes.

“We’re here!” Where’s the church? Where’s the steeple? Bitch I just see modern condos what the HELL is happening. We get out of the car and go up to one of these fucking apartments basically. Fucking Youth Pastor John unlocks the place and.

Guys.

The church was just a fucking townhome. I’m like. Just. Guys the area where the congregation met was a fucking living room with like maybe six chairs and a podium. On the bright side, lovely open floor plan.

They guide me upstairs.

To the bathroom.

They hand me like… a fucking robe and say I can undress and put that on. They give me a moment but even then i’m like FUCK that. Undressing in a strange house? That’s where I draw the line! Nope, no disrobing for me, thanks! I still put on the robe because apparently it’s like, ritually significant?

Got into my new swanky clothes and they come back in. They start filling up a shitty plastic bucket with water in the tub. At this point, i’m just like:

They tell me to kneel in the tub and raise my hands in prayer. I follow orders, trying to ignore the fact that I am in a strange place that is very much not a church, that I am currently wearing weird periwinkle robes, knowing that people are in class right now just. Learning about fucking Mesopetamia or some shit i forget what the class was about.

The Hannah Montana from Hell Squad prays over me as they pour cupfuls of bucket water over my head. My underclothes are now drenched. My hair is wet. My knees hurt because I’m kneeling in a fucking bathtub.

“Congrats! Your soul is saved!” I have to get to class!

They give me a moment to take off the fucking robes and I collect my things. I step out and i’m like “great I’m late for class, take me back!”

“Oh, but you still need to have passover.”

Passover is a Jewish Holiday practiced in mid to late spring. It’s September. Y’all are christian. But I literally cannot leave, so I follow them into the kitchen where they put a veil on me. The other two girls put on veils as well. I’ve fully surpassed crying and reached silent resignation to my fate as the guy prays over some fucking communion wafers and some grape juice. I take the lil bits of food, luckily too since i fucking missed lunch because of them but at least I have some grape juice to fill me up.

“Now, we know that this is not the correct time for passover, but we needed to do it to save your soul. Now, practice Passover every year from now on to make sure you show your dedication to God and make sure your soul is saved.”

They do take me back to campus. I am in soaking short shorts and a red flannel. It is, to say the least, very moist and uncomfortable as I start to stick to the faux leather seats of this mini van.

I’m like “cool great thanks for having me!” as they pull up to my building, and as I try to get out, the quieter girl (who, genuinely, seemed to be fond of me) asked if she could have my number.

HEY YOU KNOW HOW THIS STORY STARTED? WITH ME LACKING THE ABILITY TO SAY NO TO PEOPLE? YOU REMEMBER THAT? HUH!?

But this time, ohhoho, I have a plan. I’ll give her a fake number! That’ll teach her! So I punch in a few random numbers really hastily because I am still in this fucking van and I am twenty five minutes late for a fifty five minute class.

“Cool can we test it real quick to make sure we have the right number?”

And, like a dog with my tail between my legs, I very quietly go “yeah uhm i think i put in the wrong number hang one second” and fixed it to my actual number. Like a goddamn moron.

I sprint out of the van. Walk into my class soaking wet with my head down at my professor is in the middle of a lecture. I find my seat in the back of the classroom on the other side, so everyone has seen me. My friend leans up to me as I sit down, and asks me where I have been. I tell her that I got lost during a hike and fell into a creek.

Now, what is the moral of this story, children? If anyone asks you if you want to get baptized on a Wednesday in the middle of September, simply say

[papersandkeyboards]

5/31 to 6/5: (everything else and) Prom

36th WEEK, MAY 31-JUNE 5, 2016.

English class has always been interesting to me. If I think about it, English class (be it here as a first language, or back home as a second language) is always more fun than Indonesian Language class back home. In my class in Rainier Beach, which is IB English Language and Literature, we read classics and Shakespearean plays and interpret those. (don’t get me wrong, I had to read The Scarlett Letter for English Lang class during my short stop in Houston and it was painful, but something about how English teachers’ way of teaching is so interesting and, of course, not boring)

For the semester’s big project, however, we were told to make podcasts. About anything.

I understand that podcasts aren’t much of a thing in Indo, but the simplest way to explain podcasts in a nutshell is audio lectures, audio books, discussions, serial stories, or anything about a topic. And honestly, it’s not even just lectures. You can talk about anything in a podcast (in my Theory of Knowledge class, we listened to a series of online podcasts entitled “Serial”, which covers a story for each season that is told in an interesting and comprehensive way).

But this time, Mrs. Shaw doesn’t limit us to just audio, but we can put visuals in it as well. So, basically saying, our big project was to make an audio or video file talking about things which has our arguments in it. And we could do it individually or in groups of three, max.

Me, being myself who essentially resents group works can be quite an individualist, of course, decided to do the podcast by myself.

And me, being myself who almost always aims to be anti-mainstream, chose a topic that most people would hate and throw rocks to after the first glance.

I argued that zoos aren’t necessarily inhumane to animals. For a side that believed that zoos are downright cruel and disgusting, I stood against them.

Of course I know people aren’t always going to agree with me, but as a (used-to-be) debater, I tried to smother everything in good wording (and some solid arguments can i get a hell yeah), and at the end, all I need to be satisfied was Mrs. Shaw saying “you got a point.” (aka “hmm iya juga ya”).

It was an enjoyable school task to do. Ehe.

Anyway, the next two days, Wednesday and Thursday, were two sacred days we all students acknowledged dearly as Early Release days. The neverending amazement of Seattle has turned me into somewhat a Dora the Explorer, even though it was clear that I have always been a damn-straight home person back home. Would rather stay home that being somewhere else.

But an exchange student logic was that you’re missing a lot of you spend a lot of time at home.

So Kira and I hit the waterfront and rode the Seattle Ferris Wheel.

And the next day I spent by myself, visiting the Seattle Art Museum and indulging my fangirl side by watching X-Men: Apocalypse.

Remember I mentioned once that it was the time of SIFF—Seattle International Film Festival?

Karen, Eric, and I looked up the showtimes and movies, trying to find anything interesting, and of course the choice went to an Indonesian movie, entitled “Copy of My Mind”, so we watched it on Friday evening.

It never occured to me that films in film festivals aren’t those up the regular theaters. Most of them are months old before the time of the festival itself, some even a year old or more. But I guess that’s the point of having film festivals: as a platform to promote films, because almost all of them don’t include big starry actor names, and all of them aren’t in a franchise.

Copy of My Mind, however, was starred by Chico Jericho and Tara Basro (blame was on me for just recognizing these names for the first time), and soon after the movie started, I got why I’ve never heard of this film before back home: it would never be able to air in Indonesia. Simple as that.

As usual, my movie-goer sense was so much indulged in cheap plots of franchise films where every message is shown explicitly during the film with a mandatory happy ending and a bonus of occasional car explosion, so when I saw the ending of Copy of My Mind, I was disappointed. I didn’t get the message.

(later I googled the film and it turned out to be a hard-core social and political satire towards my own country) (so yeah, go watch it guys) (majukan perfilman indonesia)

On Sunday, I was reminded by the remaining days I have by attending Nouha’s goodbye party. She would leave three days after the goodbye party, which is June 8, and I’m still staying here until the end of the month, but surely it sucks to remember that you have to leave eventually.

But the goodbye party was a fun one—sliders, chips, other typical tasty American barbecue snacks in the backyard, people bringing going-away presents, and of course, pictures.

(I swear the pictures were up somewhere but now I couldn’t find them)

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Aight. That’s quite a brief (???) summary of how the first 5 days of the week went. Whereas I usually said the fun part comes in the weekend, this WHOLE week was full of fun and things to do (thank God for early release). HOWEVER, though, however,

this weekend was Prom.

That’s right, everyone, you heard it. The infamous American High School Prom.

....

Gitu aja sih. Ehe. OKAY. Prom in Beach... was definitely UNLIKE Proms in other, harshly saying, white rich school everywhere else. But the part where people ask other people to Prom, well, that was done everywhere, I guess.

I was walking the hallway when Rebecca and the others stopped by and Rebecca asked me, “Nabila, who are you going to Prom with?”

“...????? I don’t know??? No one asked me to.”

“It’s America, you can do whatever you want. Why don’t you ask somebody?”

yaela yang bener aja lu dasar ampas kepala.

Jadi gini sih. The way Prom works (or at least in my school) is that only the seniors are invited, unless the seniors ask somebody else from other grades—juniors, sophomores, freshmen, or people from other school—to be their prom date, then those persons are also invited. And I know Kira is a junior, so I asked Kira as my prom date so she can experience prom and everybody is happy. Also because Rebecca and Emily were committees so there are fellow juniors there. yaela padahal karena emang gaada yang ngajak dan akhirnya ngajak temen sendiri supaya tidak garing

I didn’t take too much trouble setting up a promposal—Prom proposal—unlike those who are seriously dating—a friend from Theory of Knowledge class made a poster and got his football team to promposed his girlfriend, it was very sweet—and because I was an awkward unromantic piece of shit, I asked Kira to be my prom date during stretching before softball game.

She was appalled. At least she wasn’t repelled, which was good. Good thing she didn’t expect a canon of flowers or posters or an orchestra playing for her to be promposed.

And that’s the story on how I got my prom date.

Which was totally not unusual, because at Prom night I found out that Alex asked Justin, a junior, so that Justin can experience Prom with his senior fellows too. Zion, who is gay, asked Nina out of friendship. A lot of people do that that night. Many people even went with their squads instead of being in pairs.

When Kira was scrolling through numerous online shops to find a dress, I bought mine in Nordstrom Rack—which was basically Nordstrom but they sell old stuff that were cheaper (because I didn’t feel like spending hundreds of bucks on a dress I’m gonna wear, like, once or twice for my whole life). Not only I bought it in Nordstrom Rack, I also bought it last Febuary, which was before Winter Ball. That being said, I used the same dress as what I wore for Winter Ball. Which was good, because I didn’t want to waste money on dress I would most likely use once. The admission ticket was around $40 anyway, while other schools my AFS friends were in charged around $80-100 for it. sekolah saya miskin emang, tapi asik.

Sementara ada temen-temen saya yang ‘melamar Prom’ pakai poster, bunga, permen karet (dia nawarin sekotak permen karet gitu trus pas dibuka ada tulisannya ‘Prom?’ trus dikasih bunga, lucu abis sih), ada juga temen yang asal ngajak cewek manapun yang kebetulan lewat, dan kalau ditolak, geser dikit trus ngajak cewek lain terdekat. But then again, I didn’t know how significant a prom date is—whether being asked to be prom date equals being asked to be one’s girl/boyfriend, or is it just a one-time occasion thing?

Whatever it was, I do know that at least Prom in Rainier Beach High School doesn’t shun single people. Yay. Nabila can go to Prom without worries.

HOWEVER.

However, around a week before Prom, I found out that Indonesian Students’ Association of Seattle University (ISASU), which was like a couple blocks from my house, was holding some sort of event, and guess who came as a guest star.

....

NO.

I DO NOT LIKE HOW THIS TURNS OUT.

I REALLY DON’T.

After contemplating which one is rarer: to experience a classic American high school Prom night every exchange student wants to be a part of or meet a massive Indonesian dazzling pop-star in person, I did what I thought was best for me: I chose Prom and let go of Raisa, with the arrogance of “I’m Indonesian, she’s Indonesian, we’ll meet again but I only have this one chance for Prom” without realizing that that will least likely to happen.

I came to Kira’s house on Saturday afternoon, June 4, 2016, and ate Indomie for pre-Prom dinner (Prom dinner paling tidak modal sepanjang sejarah manusia). Then we had a photoshoot in which Kira and I look like a happy couple of lovers. Then Laura drove us to the venue. Which was a not-so-big space in SoDo but enough for the whole class lah.

(pic credit to whoever took this)

Long story short, it was fun. At first it wasn’t really because both Kira and I did not know many seniors despite some people I recognize from classes I am in, so we talked with Emily and Rebecca. Then people I know started to show up—Nina, Justin, Zion, Alex, Gretar, and others—and we danced. What was fun about it was that everyone didn’t dance with their dates, but mixed in into big groups of friends and was having a pure hyped-fun time instead of a romantic one. (not to brag but Nina and I did some duets and we were killing it) (kapan lagi bisa hacep dan meliar kaya begini ya)

The King and Queen of Prom, instead of voting, was done by a raffle (maybe so that everyone can get a chance instead of a cliche competition of popularity). Rony got King and Antoneyah got Queen. There was also two photo booths, an elegant one with a sofa and a fun one like a photobox along with hats and fake mustache and other stuff you could use.

(’twas Rebecca, Emily, Rony the playboy, me, and Kira)

(terus baru 3 tahun kemudian AFS menggerayangkan gerakan AFSPride)

(mampos kenapa w pendek sekali, bahkan dalam standar orang indonesia)

(tUH udah naik tangga pun masi lebih pendek)

THEN, the event continued for whoever wants to join everyone to the Seattle Ferris Wheel, while free tickets were provided! We sporadically went to the Ferris Wheel by Uber—some people didn’t come due to curfew and probably an after-party somewhere (I finally convinced Kira to join after many considerations. Since the Wheel was closer to my house, she agreed to crash in my house after).

Lucu banget aih. Anak-anak remaja pakai baju-baju bagus, sebagain berpasang-pasangan, dan sebagian lagi bergerombol kelompok, dan rame-rame masuk ke kereta Bianglala.

(’twas Gretar, Alex, Justin, me, Kira, Zion, and Mohamed)

Kapan lagi kaya gini huhuhu seneng.

It was—I don’t remember—a bit after midnight? After we were done Kira and I took an Uber back to my house, had ice cream in my bed while watching Monsters University, and fell asleep halfway through the movie (and my laptop ran out of battery).

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Aaaand that’s probably as close I could ever be with Raisa: in the same city, neighboring neighborhood.

But at least, thinking back, I would not trade the experience I just had with anything else.

Salam dari penghadir Prom Rainier Beach High School dengan style hijab paling cantik (karena memang satu-satunya),

Nabila Safitri.

[calypsoff]

Sixteen. Part 2

I am tired as fuck, but Robyn woke me up, she is excited to go to Mexico and so am I but I went bed late as fuck. Too busy partying with her family, they good people. Robyn really got me good though “you will get out of bed yes?” Robyn pointed at me, nodding my head “turn the camera! Riri!” TJ spat, he is dumb “just get out of bed and pack some stuff” recently all Robyn does is try and drag me out of bed, I mean I understand why but still “be quiet but yeah, she outdid anything in my life. Lebron knows me, he knows my name. I am going to be at his house next, bet!” I spat “bet, my nigga. Shit, you need to show us that shit when you back but it’s good to see you smiling, you look so happy in the photos I am seeing. Like these random pictures I see, it came up on my explore page and I was shook. I am like is that my nigga!” I chuckled “yeah, it’s wild but it’s been the best birthday. I am just so blessed, I am happy. I can’t stop smiling, I am here cheesing so hard” I breathed out “look, it looks so good on you. But TJ and I just came back from the club so we vibing, we better let you go” nodding my head “oh yeah, bro!” TJ came up behind Barry “Seiko is so bitter; she has been saying that is my ex. She stole my man, she stole him unprovoked, I was reading her comment on her post and I said that is untrue, they were dating since the start, you was filler. She turned around and say no, Rihanna saw him and took my man so she is going with that storyline” of course she would “the Rihanna post triggered her” I said through my laughter “triggered!? Yo, tell your girl to block her, she is in her comments saying she stole you” raising an eyebrow “dang, I ain’t see that. I will tell her to do that, but yeah. I am happy bro. I will fill you all in when I get back ok?” they both saluted me “happy birthday brother, bye” waving at the phone.

I giggled to myself, my mother is funny. She can’t really use a phone, she just sent me a ling to a happy birthday video, some random woman singing it too. I hope there is more to this message, scratching my chest laughing “she funny” I said to myself, tapping on the YouTube sign and the first thing I see is Wendy Williams and there is a picture of Robyn and I “oh shit” I said to myself, this is some shit. This is real, I am getting spoken about. I am nosey and I want to see, I haven’t really been on social media like that, so I don’t know what is being said. I only like Robyn’ post and put a heart under it and then closed it, it’s messy on there. The video loaded up “so ladies, Rihanna has a new thug in her life” she is so dramatic, so is the crowd “she went to the Lakers game to parade her new man. We don’t know anything about him, but ladies. He is a thug, I think Rihanna has a type” wow they searched my mug shot, I knew that “he has a record, mhmm. Drugs and now he is dating Rihanna? How did that even happen, well apparently that is her soulmate, you know what they say? Love is blind. Girl, you need to rethink that. I think Rihanna needs to run; we know she paid for those courtside seats. Riri you can do better, when things go wrong don’t say we didn’t warn you” the crowd cheered, well that is nice.

That sucks to hear, I am not shocked, but it still hurts to hear because I am not even like that. I didn’t ask for her to do this, I would be happy with her company, maybe in a cabin again but it just sucks that people are saying things about me. I disconnect myself from social media but it’s there, I can’t stop it at all either but whatever. I am going to go down and eat some breakfast “morning” Rajad said, looking down the hallway “going down? Morning” closing the bedroom door “yeah, happy birthday again. It was a nice party wasn’t it? Did you like it” nodding my head waiting for Rajad to reach me “I loved it, I really didn’t expect it just because we barely knew each other, I mean I am new to you all” walking down the steps “my sister has really spoke on you so much, you don’t understand how much she did. So we feel like we do, but to meet you. It’s everything she has said” I grinned wide “thank you, I am me. I am just a regular nigga, I met your sister as she is but her being Rihanna, it’s wild but I am happy. I would treat her the utmost respect” rubbing my chest walking into the kitchen “happy birthday!” Robyn spat again “thank you baby” pecking Robyn’ lips “happy birthday Christopher” Monica used my government “thank you mama, appreciate it” I can’t stop smiling “sit down, I got you with breakfast” my baby is spoiling me.

I stifled out a yawn “what we doing in Mexico?” I asked Robyn, I mean I don’t mind but I would like to know “I am doing you” Robyn said in a whisper, I busted out laughing “fine, besides that what we doing?” Robyn wrapped her arms around mind, resting her head on my shoulder “you will see” smiling wide “do you ever feel like oh I am paying out? Like I am not putting out like you” I said, I said it because I am thinking it “no, and why? What have you seen?” the table became a little silent “just a video came on YouTube, Wendy Williams. She said that I am a criminal and stuff, like I am a bad guy?” Leandra kissed her teeth “that bug built bitch, Chris I wouldn’t even worry about it. People will talk, that is on them. Do not let them bring you down, just don’t pay attention” Leandra said and it’s nice to see them taking up for me “I tend to not look at social media because it’s all bad but it came up, using my mugshot already, shit is just wack. Like they going all out to see my old stuff. I am not ever here for her money. I love Robyn, so yeah. Just annoying. What else is being said?” clearly they know “we know your mugshot has been released, it’s just all shit they are saying” Tina answered, “so I guess you was warned?” running my hand over my head “yeah but it’s whatever, they will get over it” rolling my eyes “I wish I wasn’t famous but if I wasn’t then we wouldn’t have been, imagine that” Robyn mumbled.

Things seemed to be on a downer thanks to me so I thought I would change the subject “are you all going to be on the tour?” I wonder if they are “pretty much besides my mom and Rajad, they will be staying behind, but we will be there. You coming yeah?” Rorrey pointed at me “yeah, nigga is a little nervous though. I don’t know what to expect from it” I chuckled “it’s fun, tiresome for Robyn. It’s boring after the first three dates” Robyn gasped “how many times can we here We Found Love? Come on Robyn, shit gets annoying” she is so offended “but we literally just be in city to city, having fun but this will be more intense. Seven days and seven countries, I think Robyn is going to be stressed out” looking over at Robyn “mhmm don’t get me started, excited but I am already tired” Robyn needs to calm down if it stresses you out “Robyn I want you to be careful, ok? Do not push yourself” Monica said but it was more concern then anything “I will mom” Robyn dragged out “don’t just say I will, take action. For you, be safe” my phone started ringing, digging into my pocket “I got to take this, it’s my mom” I got up from the dining table, answering the facetime and the first thing I see is my dad’ gigantic nose “not again” I said laughing, he is so basic.

I cooed out, my mom is cute “aight, Desean. Blow the candles out, thank you so much” they sang happy birthday to me “are you coming to Virginia soon? I miss you so much” nodding my head “I will, promise. Soon, uhm. Once I go back to Texas, I will detour there for you. Spend time with my first love” my mom cooed out “so, I was watching basketball and I see some white man on the TV with blonde hair” my dad is stupid “huh you did? Who that” I smirked “I have never seen you so happy, it looks good on you. California looks good on you” my dad complimented “love looks good on him” my mother added “that too but yeah, it’s out now. I hope it’s no trouble for you” I don’t want my family involved “baby Mary asked me, I went to the Salon and she is like I done seen Joyce’ boy on TV, Virginia is small baby so yes. Everyone is talking about it, you cousins actually spoke to us” I sniggered “they wack” hearing someone clear their throat, looking over to them it’s Robyn “we have a flight soon” she said in a whisper, smiling at her. The phone is ever so quiet, I eyed up Robyn “no” she said in a whisper “come say hi babe” she is shy, is she crazy “aight, ma. Robyn can’t really speak because she’s a mute” Robyn hit my shoulder “fine” she sat next to me “is that Rihanna?” my dad is so slow “oh angel, look at you” looking at Robyn “hi everyone, ignore Chris he is lying. Just that we have a flight to go on so just busy. It’s honestly nice to see you all, Joyce you are still the most joyful woman I know and Clinton. I do miss you all, treated me like one of your own for that time” Robyn and her speech “aww thank you, you coming to see me soon?” my mom asked “yes of course after I do my little tour, but I will” nice to hear Robyn say she will.

Robyn walked ahead of me and onto the jet “coconut head!” I spat, Robyn turned to me half way up the steps, taking the picture of her “I wasn’t ready” I don’t care if she was, walking up the steps behind her “jet is amazing, it’s even better that you are on this with me this time” I can’t wait for Mexico “afternoon” the flight attendant said “and you” taking my backpack off “it’s horrible on your own, when you’re with the whole team it’s super lit. I can’t wait for you to experience that” placing my backpack on the spare seat “shuffle in, I want sit with you” Robyn out here hogging the seat, she shuffled in “thank you ma’am” sitting next to Robyn “show me the picture you took” I have my phone in hand “sure, I am taking picture. I probably look crazy, like a fan” unlocking my phone, tapping on my photos and holding my phone out to Robyn “don’t say that it’s ok. Make memories, I am taking this, I will send it to myself” nodding my head, she can do as she pleases “are you happy though? With everything? I am shocked you never posted the Lebron thing on your Instagram” shaking my head “why should I? What do I owe them, I will post what I want. I don’t know your fans like that” Robyn chuckled “oh you will” I can imagine.

This is such a foreign feeling, to be in a different country “wow” I am staring out of the window in awe, I am really out of America, this is wild “I love Mexico and I hope you like it too, you love walks so you will love the peace at this place I got us” looking over at Robyn “I know I will, thank you so much. I ain’t ever been out of America before and this, it’s down to you and I can only thank you” Robyn shushed me “bringing my boyfriend here is the highlight, I can finally spoil someone I love so don’t think anything different. Just enjoy your time here, the people here are so good. Like when I am here nobody knows, everything is so quiet and on the low. I walk around here too so we can go together. And there is no fires here” I groaned out “no, I want to go back now already. You do not understand how much I love it, like Virginia ain’t the hottest place but I would sleep in front of the fire, you know my home. There is the open fire, and my mom has all those pictures around, I would sleep in front of that. I just feel at home, I am weird yes” Robyn nodded her head “I understand now, I get it” Robyn held my hand.

I don’t want to ask how much this is a night, but I do “answer me this, how much was this” I am stood outside this shit and I am shook “this villa is a lot, please tell me? So I know to take a shit in every toilet” Robyn rolled her eyes “enough, be quiet and get inside” I am excited, putting my backpack on and running ahead of Robyn, as I would. The door opened for me and I near died “welcome” I jumped back “baby it’s the maid here” placing my hand over my heart “scaredy ass, she is lovely. Be nice” it’s not even that she scared me “welcome to Tulum” she smiled and moved to the side “she lives here?” I am confused “she will be” Robyn gestured for me to go inside “Happy Birthday sir” she spoke “aww thank you” I grinned, looking down on the floor “oh wait, roses? For me?” I said smiling at the maid “please come in” I think she wants me to walk in, looking down at the floor and followed the trail “Chris” Robyn said but I already bumped into the wall “stop being stupid and look up” I chuckled looking up, turning the corner and the room is filled with balloons and birthday banner “oh wow! Thank you!” I feel like a child all over again, seeing the pool outside from the sliding doors “cake too? More cake to eat off your booty” taking off my backpack “of course, happy birthday poppa” pecking Robyn’ lips “I need to do something” walking over to the sliding door, I just need to do it because it looks so hot out there. Sliding open the as I kicked off my sneakers “you’re not” Robyn said, running outside and taking my top off before I jumped into the pool “wooo!” but I was too late my top remained in my hand as I splashed into the water, I am so fucking happy right now.