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violetrainbow412-blog · 1 year ago

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Day 31: halloween costumes

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

First I want to thank all the people who followed this during the month, I honestly never thought I would be able to join this kind of events, and I am very happy with the reception that each work received, you are incredible and made my days the best! I Hope this last one is to your liking, I send you a hug wherever you are

Deciding on an individual costume is already difficult, so you weren't surprised when you realized that a couple costume involved a bigger concern.

Halloween had finally arrived and you had practically begged Spencer to find a couple's costume for the party the FBI was hosting, something not really official, but with most of the agents, at the bar your friend David Rossi had chosen.

“Any suggestions for our outfit?” you had asked the man, once you convinced him to match his costume with yours.

Spencer thought about it for a while and although many of the options he gave you sounded excellent, there was the detail of the short time you had to get things or the disadvantage that few people would be able to recognize the theme of your costume.

“It has to be something practical and known,” you had murmured, when both of you were sitting on the couch at dinner time and a children's channel filled the void in the room.

Until, watching TV, you finally figured it out: you had the perfect option right in front of your eyes and you never saw it.

So it was that on the night of the 31st, quite happy and satisfied with the choice you made, you drove to the place and let him behave like a gentleman by opening the car door for you.

“Are you sure I look good?”

“You've never looked more handsome” you smiled at him, trying to calm his anxiety, while both of you walked hand in hand towards the entrance.

You didn't have to wait long to see your friends and, as you expected, they were comically surprised at you.

“No way…” Morgan had laughed, looking at you up and down. “Pretty boy in bell-bottoms? Now that's something I didn't think I'd see."

Shaggy and Velma from Scooby Doo. That was you two.

It was true that Spencer was wearing brown bell-bottom pants that you had gotten at a thrift store. You also searched your closet and luckily found a v-neck shirt in the perfect color. Unfortunately, your boyfriend had recently cut his hair and you wished you had thought about the costume more in advance so he could show off his long locks just like the animated character.

You had bought a few things from your all-orange outfit, but the bonus with you was that you could wear them later. When Spencer saw you, he was stunned and didn't waste the opportunity to compliment you extensively.

“What can we tell you? They solve mysteries and catch monsters, it's almost like our job”

"How nice!" murmured JJ, who had just arrived accompanied by her husband Will. Both of them were dressed as vampires “I loved Scooby Doo when I was a kid. My favorite was always Daphne.”

“I don't know why that doesn't surprise me,” joked Emily, who was dressed as the bride of Frankenstein's monster and drank from a glass with an unknown concoction.

“You should have told us and we could have done a group costume,” she smiled, while she looked at Will, hinting that they could have been the other couple on the show.

"Clear. You Daphne, him Fred and Morgan would have been the dog”

A collective laugh filled the place where even Derek, the affected one, smiled while he pointed a finger at you.

“Guess who was my favorite,” you murmured, a little more to your boyfriend than the others.

“Huh, Velma?”

“It was Shaggy!” you replied amused, while you took his arm to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Reid looks a little like Velma if you think about it. You know, with all those facts and statistics and they're the damn nerd of the group”

Spencer blushed slightly at the comparison and didn't think of anything clever to answer because, sadly, Morgan was right this time.

You complimented the others' costumes and everyone agreed that you were looking forward to seeing Penelope Garcia and her extravagant clothes, since she hadn’t yet honored you with her presence. After that the group started talking about something else and soon the two of you were no longer the center of attention, allowing you to take the man's hand and sneak over to the drinks bar to look for something to cool your throat with.

“Does this have alcohol?” your boyfriend asked the bartender over the noise of the music, making you laugh lightly. When he checked that the drink was safe, he took one and made sure to order your favorite cocktail afterwards.

“If you think about it a little, we are both more like each other's characters,” you murmured thoughtfully, because what your friend had said seemed to have echoed in your head. “Shaggy was always clumsy and an enthusiastic eater. Like me"

“You're not clumsy.”

"I am. But not in a bad way, not like being an idiot or something, but like something…”

“Cute and adorable?” he completed.

"Exactly. You always know what I'm thinking."

“Despite I agree, I think the costume wouldn't have worked at all that way,” your boyfriend smiled, approaching you to grab your waist. Because of the heels your height was more balanced and he only needed to extend his hands a little to reach your body.

"Why?"

“Don't get me wrong, but I don't think that skirt would have looked good on me at all” you let out a loud laugh at this, realizing what he was referring to “Although you, on the other hand…” while he spoke one of his hands slid down until he slapped your butt, startling you slightly “you look gorgeous in it”

“You have all night to figure out how to take it off,” you said flirtatiously. Now it was Reid who held his breath “I'm wearing something underneath that I make sure matches the rest of the outfit and that I think you'll love”

The wink you gave him was enough to make him nervous and, evidently, excited by the images that his skillful mind was already beginning to generate.

Once you got your cocktail you returned to the hustle and bustle but your velvety voice couldn't leave Spencer's mind, who couldn't wait for the night to end because he was sure that the best candy he would receive this Halloween would be you.

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newx-menfan · 14 days ago

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NYX #4 Review

*Spoilers!*

First…can we just appreciate how great Hellion looks on the cover….? Model contract dropping any minute, if villainy doesn’t pan out…lol 😂🤣

The issue starts with David narrating his lecture notes while tagging the side of a building in secret, while his boyfriend is asleep back at the apartment.

The statement “Generations of mutants stuck in this binary. Integrate or dominate” is especially poignant….as is the statement about mutants now being on the streets homeless, with no where to go…

The allegory definitely, I would say IS affectively used in the writing, when you look at the current displacement of refugees from certain war torn countries… Idk if the writers meant it to be seen that way…but it can definitely be read that way and I was rather impressed by this subtle statement.

We cut to David sneaking back to the apartment and then talking on the phone to the dean about mutants in NY and the possibility of mutant housing…

Alleyne is interrupted by Kamala FINALLY figuring out the identity of the Krakoan (literally EVERYONE else GUESSED this by now, Kamala, lol) and has basically zero reaction to the news… (Look how cute the Hellions HS group photo is though 🥺!)

“Telekinetic. Green energy signature, same build. Psych profile all over the place” should definitely be on a teeshirt guys… (I am 100% using it for a meme lol)

David DEFENDING Julian is kind of sweet- I definitely THINK the writers could have gone with “David is still bitter over their NXM days” and I am glad they didn’t and instead showed that David and Julian have grown up and developed a weird respect and understanding for one another… (or IS THERE ANOTHER REASON??)

Kamala keeps pressing, saying that Julian might possibly be committing small assassinations, while using the theatrics as a distraction…(Don’t know how I feel about making Hellion a killer…but DAMN, Emma would be so proud! 🥹)

Kamala figured out he’s running on a timer, and with Sophie and the Morlocks help, figured out that Julian is going to hit time square (I am not sure that’s much of a loss lol…)

Kamala thinks Julian is obsessed with her… (OH SWEETIE. 😬😂🤣) and wants her to know what he’s planning…

David has the same reaction I DO (totally making a meme of that TOO!🤣🤣)

Kamala tries to convince David to try talking with Hellion before it gets ugly, and David reminds her of his delicate position at the school (I mean…come ON David…we ALREADY know you’re going to do it 🤣🤣)

Kamala then goes and bitches about Prodigy to Sophie (oh if only Elixir was here 🤣🤣), before taking off to stop Krakellion…

Ms. Marvel runs into Krakellion chewing the scenery… (I really can’t tell if Empath is controlling him…or he’s just being this dramatic now 🤣)

Kamala figures out Sophie is working with Empath because she had a yearbook from the year after she died…(kind of wish they had done more WITH this, since it actually makes sense Sophie would want to know what she “missed out” on… but I do also wonder if it’s to hint that Manuel is controlling Kamala AS well…)

While they’re having a “heart to heart”, the Hive reminds Sophie why they’re doing this and Sophie betrays Kamala’s friendship by alerting journalists of the mutant brawl in Times Square.

Ms Marvel tries to appeal to Julian, but Julin just calls her a “mutant traitor” and ties her up with Telekinesis- humiliating her on the news. (So pretty much how EVERY conversation goes when someone tells Julian to do anything… 😂🤣)

Krakellion ends the fight, knocking Kamala out with a telekinetic fist…which is REALLY cool! (I mean…Sophie kind of already gut punched Kamala EMOTIONALLY Julian…)

(Poor Kamala…Sophie was like the first person besides Bruno and Nakia, who truly seemed to want to be her pal 🥺)

We go back to David’s field notes, while Prodigy has decided to SPRING into action after watching Ms Marvel’s beat down on the news! (Sorry Kamala- David’s taking back his arch-nemesis!)

David shuts down the Cuckoos with a trick he learned at Xavier’s and plans to brawl it out with Julian… (is Julian actually an Omega level? Or is he just BS-ing right now lol??)

Prodigy knocks off Julian’s helmet in like one sweep and basically beats the shit out of Julian… (😂🤣🤣)

The effect of the arrest is positive- Krakellion goes to prison (BOO!) and Prodigy is hailed as a mutant HERO!

Meanwhile, Sophie has taken off and Manuel is PISSED….

Review:

Obviously- this was the issue EVERYONE was waiting for! And it did NOT disappoint!

I have no criticisms. No complaints. (I mean… I always have complaints, but at least not MAJOR ones lol!)

This really IS AN ISSUE that allows Prodigy to shine!! I was really impressed with how they handled David; it’s definitely on PAR with KYOST and DeFilippis and Weir! It’s really great to see David being an ACTUAL character and THREAT.

I know people aren’t going to agree, but it’s also nice to see him in a story NOT revolving solely around his sexuality or getting killed- I know representation is important, but it’s nice to see writer remember there is MORE TO this character than just being brutally murdered all the time….

It was really hard to choose art scans from this issue- they were all pretty great!!

Almost EVERY line in this book was great and hysterical! It REALLY reminded me of the old NXM days 🥹! These guys really did KNOCK this issue out of the PARK! Congrats Jackson and Collin!! 🎉🎉

I really can’t think of a time recently that I have been THIS HAPPY with a comic book…let ALONE an X-book. All I can say is- the X-office should really hold on to Kelly and Lanzing!… And thank you Tom Breevort!

If you’re not currently reading it and an NXM fan- I would 100% recommend you try it!

Theories:

Hellion HAS to be working with Prodigy- I LOVE David… but Hellion went down WAY TOO easy…they GOT to be cahooting!

Basically this book is now just a series of questions…..

Is Empath controlling Hellion?? Is Empath controlling Kamala or Kamala’s cousin?? Is Mojo controlling Empath?? Is Empath controlling Synch?? (Check out future solicits!)…

How will Krakellion survive in prison without his moisturizer and hair gel and his cool guy helmet?? 🥺🥺💚

Does Hellion still love Laura? (Probably…) Will Laura at least visit him in Prison??

Did Kamala burn the friendship collage and bracelet she was most likely making for Sophie…? (Again, probably…)

Is anyone gonna use that yearbook to call out Anole for lying about being a Hellion??

Yet none of these questions will even actually matter… because I have a feeling next issue will be all about the Mojoverse!!

#Review #spoilers #NYX #marvel #x men #new xmen #new x men #academy x #new x men academy x #bring back the new x men

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piratefalls · 11 months ago

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so for funsies i did the math on the number of notes only eight of these lists has accumulated and somehow we crossed 1k as of yesterday. what - and i mean this affectionately - the fuck? thank you for entertaining a girl who just likes to make lists and be part of things. once again, this got out of hand. oops.

list one. list two. list three. list four. list five. list six. list seven. list eight.

Yours Completely by SatinBirds

“Henry, were you leaving in the middle of the night?” Alex sounds stupefied and furious to his own ears. “Yes.” His voice is hoarse and weak, yet the word is abrupt and final. Blue, helpless eyes finally stare back at him, and there’s desperation in them. “I was.”

assumption by rizcriz

Henry’s distracted when he answers the regularly scheduled biweekly call with his best friend. He’s got an airpod in one ear that he uses to answer the call, and doesn’t even wait for Pez to start talking before he’s venting about his roommate. “I am so tired of being in love with him, Pez,” He says, crawling under his desk and reaching for the pencil he dropped. “He’s so bloody beautiful and kind and today, he made me breakfast. He did research, Pez. Research!” He snags the pencil from the furthest depths beneath his desk and crawls out from beneath it, nearly hitting his head on the way out. “An entire english spread. Bloody bastard. He does all this shite for me and I’m just supposed to not fall in love with him?” He shakes his head as he crawls into his chair, mournfully turning his gaze to the ceiling. “It’s bad enough that he’s so bloody beautiful. How am I meant to cope? I fear I can’t keep doing this.” -- Or, Henry's just really dumb sometimes.

Pride, Prejudice and an (arrogant, insufferable) Prince by DracoWillHearAboutThis

“I wouldn’t dance with him for all of England, not to mention the miserable half.” Netherfield Park is let at last, and Prince Henry manages to step on Alex's toes from the moment they meet. (Or, the Pride and Prejudice AU nobody asked for)

you call the shots babe (i just wanna be yours) by kittentoes

“I wish David were here.” The sigh from his lips rustles one of Alex’s curls loosened away from under the cap. Alex’s eyebrows scrunch together and there’s a new mask edging his features. One Henry can’t quite place in his filmy headspace. “Oh. I thought… Pez said you didn’t have a boyfriend?” The bark of laughter pulled from Henry’s throat is loud and unfettered. The kind of laugh he usually keeps hidden away or stifled behind the guard of a hand against his mouth. “No, no. I mean yes, Pez’s right. But David isn’t–” Another giggle breaks into the words. “David’s a beagle, Alex.” ___ or, Henry gets high, and Alex is everything he's ever wanted.

in need of assistance by stutteringpeach

Henry has a crush on Alex. Arthur can tell.

wanna know that body like it's mine by HypnosTherapy

Henry takes a fortifying breath and sticks his tongue out for Alex to look at. “Okay good, now hold it up like this,” Alex says, holding his mouth open and sticking his tongue up against the roof of his mouth. Henry copies the motion, flinching when Alex grabs his chin and tilts his head up. He hums as he looks into Henry’s mouth, nodding to himself. “Damn, you have the perfect anatomy for a piercing.” Henry’s not even sure if that’s a compliment, but his heart skips a beat. “Thank you.” -- After losing a bet, Henry has to get a tongue piercing. Alex, the incredibly attractive piercer, gets stuck in Henry’s head in more ways than he expected.

Total Collapse by clottedcreamfudge

Henry hates him. This is an immutable fact. So, when they'd been arguing in the third floor break room and the world had started to shake, the last thing Alex had expected was to be saved from a hefty chunk of falling ceiling as it cracked and fractured above them.

These violent delights by lizzie_bennetdarcy

There's an empty corner near the back of the shop, and he tucks himself in. Perhaps he's waiting for his target to walk into the cafe — it wouldn't be the first time. Suddenly, as though a hand has reached out and yanked on his hair, Henry's gaze is lifted and he knows it's who his Senses have been telling him to find. Sitting at the table across from Henry, sinfully long eyelashes lowered as he focuses on the pile of papers in front of him is the most devastatingly beautiful man Henry has ever seen. It's such a shame he has to kill him. Henry is a vampire hunter, with a very intriguing target.

Backseat Serenade by bleedingballroomfloor

"You seriously don't remember?" "Alex, for the life of me, I do not." Alex's face splits into a devilish grin. "Oh, baby." His voice is absolutely sultry. "All I'm hearing is that I gotta make you remember."

One Too Many Mornings by OrchidScript

"Henry Fox had fallen asleep on the beach. Spread out on a worn out wool blanket, sneakers still on his feet and his baseball hat in the sand. The breeze off the ocean, thin and clammy, blew his hair back and forth across his forehead. His substantial height was betrayed by the way he curled over onto his side. His knees tucked up out of the way and his fingers resting limply in the sand. Again." When Alex high-tailed it out of California for O'ahu, he imagined quiet days at the town law firm, mornings surfing the Pacific, and warm weekends out from under his parents' political campaigns. What he gets is all of that, a little contest notoriety, and an annoying neighbor he can't seem to shake.

i like the way that you talk to me by smc_27

The bartender, in his mesh tank top, towel tucked into the back pocket of a pair of jeans, leans on the bar, eyes twinkling, and asks, “What can I get you, sweetheart?”

Five-Drink Henry by @whimsymanaged

Henry’s mouth opens then closes. He can feel a flush creeping over his cheeks, but he does his best to ignore it and hopes Alex will too. “Oh. Hello. Sorry, I’m—hi. Thanks for inviting me.” Alex’s smile only grows, and he steps back to let Henry in. “You’re the first one here. Lucky me. Come on, I’m getting some margaritas going.” Or, Henry’s new neighbour is a party-throwing, margarita-making menace, and Henry’s helpless against his charms.

Acts of Service by TuppingLiberty

After a vacation, Henry shaves Alex’s scruff off, because he loves taking care of Alex.

somehow i'd get by by anincompletelist

Henry should have known, probably, that accepting a job offer from Pez would have its nuances. It’s his own fault that he hadn’t asked more questions, that he hadn’t regarded it as a red flag when he’d had to sign several very thick NDA’s at the onboarding, when Pez had smiled so big and so secretively when they went out to celebrate afterward that Henry had to physically look away from it. Though he’s new to the city, he’d thought that working as an accountant wouldn’t offer all that many opportunities for any sort of overly odd, eclectic jobs. So he’d shown up on his first day at the provided address, a big, nondescript brick building in front of him with a duffel bag full of his sign-on papers, his computer, and a framed photo of his dog, David, ready to take up its rightful place on yet another boring, blank desk. He’d made it all of two steps inside the door before realizing that he’d just accepted a contract working for some kind of sex club. He’d stood his ground despite the burning flush that bloomed on his cheeks and then, miraculously, he’d stayed.

Puck It by kiwiana

“I’m English, dear,” Henry tells him, and fuck if the nickname isn’t doing something to Alex too. “Our national sport is rugby, and we play it with a lot less protective gear. Though,” he adds thoughtfully, “rugby players do wear mouth guards, which means they have the significant advantage of generally keeping all their teeth.” “We wear mouth guards.” It’s a common misconception, and one that annoys the shit out of him. “And I’ve still got all my teeth. Wanna check?”

i run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild by ninzied

in which alex gets his hands on henry’s hair for a change.

Bite Your Tongue On Purpose by Woodsarelovely

“Hey, man. Can I get a black coffee to go?” “Er…” he says – a faintly bewildered expression on his face. “Yes, I imagine so.” Turns out the guy is also British, which is like, whatever. Alex gives him one of his best smiles. “Great, thanks.” Hot Barista glances vaguely around himself, then back to Alex. He looks simultaneously surprised and uncertain, like some kind of aggressively handsome time-traveller who’s been unexpectedly yeeted into a different century. After a beat, he says – “From me?” “Uh yeah. You’re working here, right?” “Well... yes?” Alex tries very hard not to sigh. Great. Looks like he’s dealing with one of those people who are so attractive, they’ve never had the need to develop any kind of personality beyond that of a Tupperware container of room-temperature potato salad. Alex absolutely does not have time for whatever this shit is. *** Five times Henry serves Alex coffee and one time Alex serves Henry.

down the hall, through the door by kwrites

Alex had found his door opening at least once a week, Henry’s tall frame filling the space looking for something or other. The thing is, Henry seemed so well put together all of the time, that him constantly running out of common household supplies or food is so outside the walls of what Alex expects from him. --- or, Henry and Alex are neighbors and Henry has a habit of stopping by unannounced.

as I drop my guard by villageidiot

Henry is so certain about so many things. And then Alex Claremont-Diaz happens.

let him be soft (let him be mine) by congee4lunch

“I’m always cute,” Alex kisses the mole on Henry’s cheekbone. “Yeah? Does your work wife tell you that?” Henry grumbles. “I don’t have a work wife,” Alex breathes out, smiling against his mouth. “Why need one when I got the real deal waiting at home for me,” He licks at the mole on Henry’s upper lip. “All pretty and mine for the taking?” in which henry wants to be alex's wife, in so many words. alex wants all that and more. their relationship ebbs and flows.

(la)cross(e) my heart by weather_stained

Alex is determined to start a lacrosse team at his college. It's his junior year, and he's closer than ever. That is, until he finds out someone else is trying to start a rugby team, and there's only enough funding for one additional sport. Clubs Day comes around, and he finds that his rival is no other than the insufferable Henry Fox. Alex definitely doesn't spent more time staring at Henry instead of running his booth, but if he does, it doesn't mean he's obsessed with him or anything.

Blooming Lovely by Celaestis

Floriography (language of flowers) is a means of cryptological communication through the use or arrangement of flowers. "Yes, but we all know she hates chocolate. I feel like it's harder to say a big passive-aggressive 'fuck you' with flowers, that's all." "Orange lilies," Alex blurts from behind the counter. The man stops, turning his full attention on Alex. Alex realises pretty is an inadequate adjective; he's hotter than the surface of the fucking sun. Y'know, objectively. "I beg your pardon?" ---- 5 times Alex gives Henry flowers, and one time Henry gives Alex flowers.

Something About the Sunshine by schmulte

Henry Fox is a famous musician just breaking out on his own. He's got money, fame, power, everything he could want in life. There's just one problem: he's hiding a big secret. When he meets Alex, the brother of a fan from Texas, one fateful night out in LA, Henry's life will change for the better. AU of the Disney Channel Original Movie, Starstruck.

i ask you how you're doing (and i let you lie) by matherine

The first time Henry sees it happen, he knows instantly that it is not the first time it has ever happened. They’re sitting in the living room of the brownstone, the two of them surrounded by their favorite people in the world, a night of board games long abandoned in favor of mocking the eighth season of Game of Thrones. “God, don’t you have an off switch?” June groans, laughing as she chucks a piece of popcorn in Alex’s direction while he rambles passionately about the international legal implications of the Red Wedding. Nora cackles. “Whatever you do to thank Henry for putting up with you, it’s not nearly enough. Jesus, I can’t believe he put a ring on your loud mouth.” Or: Alex is fine. Really, he’s fine — he just wants Henry to stay, even if Alex is too much. Henry just wants his husband back.

Risk is Just a Board Game by allmylovesatonce

Henry and Alex go out for a fun night out, but it turns into so much more when jealousy gets the best of Alex in ways he's just starting to figure out. When a fight leads to something neither of them ever counted on, a new arrangement is born: friends with benefits. It feels like the perfect solution, even though their friends are positive it'll backfire. When feelings inevitably complicate things, they have to try their best to make it through in one piece.

Taste the Way You Bleed by chamel

“It’s been 427 years,” June says matter-of-factly. Bea nods. “Ever since Alex’s first bi-annual vampire orgy.” Her gaze flickers away from her cards and over to the camera. “Henry got flustered and snubbed him, you see.” “If anyone knows how to hold onto a grudge, it’s Alex,” June sighs. “They hardly spoke for the next two centuries.” Bea plays a card. “Then Pez suggested a change of scenery, and we all moved to Brooklyn.” “Now they’re just Like This.” (A What We Do in the Shadows AU. Two centuries of living together haven't made Alex and Henry any better at getting along, but when a possible vampire hunter moves in across the street, Alex will be dusted before he lets anything happen to his nemesis.)

14:23 by politics_and_prose

Officer Henry Fox and 9-1-1 Dispatcher Alex Claremont-Diaz have one day of work left before their much anticipated honeymoon.

They Were Tentmates! by inexplicablymine

“Due to worsening weather conditions,” Charles takes a deep breath and then puts his hand on his face as if he is rubbing out the deep crease that has formed between his eyebrows, "coupled with the predictive index for the night, we are going to double up on tents. Your tent partner will be the same partner you had in the car on the drive down today, so get comfortable with them. It’s going to be a cozy night.” Alex is a liar. It got worse. So much worse. He turns in horror to Henry as Henry looks up to meet Alex's eyes and grimaces. Great. Tonight is going to be one long night. ______________ Medard might be the Patron Saint of Weather but there was no saving Alex from the fact that he would have to share a tent with that posh pretentious British asshole. Or, an unseemly storm while camping means that in this treacherous tale they are tentmates! (oh my god they are tentmates!)

ace up my sleeve by bananzie

Alex always liked kissing Henry. Kissing Henry was soft and so full of love and life that it made Alex's toes curl. Whether it was over breakfast, after classes, or just because, kissing Henry always made Alex melt just a little more into a puddle of love. Except— Then Henry's hand slipped under the waistband of his sweats to trace the soft skin there, and Alex couldn't stop the stiffening of his spine if he tried.

(i would stay forever if you say) don't go by coffeecatsme

The words echo in his head, unbidden. The words from another life, practically another universe, shoved inside the small walls of a gilded cage, hidden in a room in London with shuttered windows and locked doors. A boy’s voice Henry still remembers ten years later, when he doesn’t quite remember what he had for lunch the day before. A boy’s voice on a phone that understood him better than every member of his family, even an ocean, a continent, three thousand miles away. A boy’s voice that told him in no uncertain terms that it was okay if he wasn’t okay, that allowed him to pave a path until he was. To open a new shelter in New York City, Henry needs to interview a host of potential lawyers to hire. He doesn't expect one of them to be the boy that saved his life ten years ago.

Downburst by cricketnationrise

Amy’s sudden shout of alarm cuts off whatever Zahra was going to say. Alex stares at Amy, uncomprehendingly. His heart is racing, his body already flooding with instinctive fear, brain scrambling to catch up, to process what she said— Cash is at his side between one blink and the next, practically tackling him to the ground and oh— That’s a gunshot.

and i'll lay right down in my favorite place by mangotarts

“Speaking of your boyfriend, all you mentioned was that Alex was watching some show then made some off-hand comment but it wasn’t so off-hand if it’s what landed us here, was it?” Henry clears his throat. “Um, yes, that’s right. He’s been obsessed with this one television series that’s set in seventeenth-century England. I watched a few episodes with him the other night and I will admit, the plot is rather captivating.” Henry glances at Bea and sees that he has all of her attention. He continues, nerves starting to settle into his body when he recalls what Alex said. “We were both immersed in an episode when he suddenly blurted out how good I’d look in the attire of that era.” in which henry takes alex's supposed off-hand comment into consideration and alex is. well, alex is unprepared for the repercussions of his words.

a new name (or two) by viciouslyqueer

Alex jokes about Henry taking his last names, and isn't expecting Henry's reaction.

the poem you make of me by cmere

"Just, you know," Henry says. "If your mum weren't the president and you were just a normal bloke living a normal life, what things might be like? What you'd be doing instead?" After being discovered on Instagram as a teenager, Alex Diaz is thriving as a social media influencer and model who just landed a high profile, high fashion contract with Calvin Klein. Alex can get any girl he wants, and he’s loving it. Meanwhile, British poet Henry Fox has just arrived in L.A. to kick off a North American tour promoting his new, steamy book of gay erotic poetry, and he’s attracting a lot of attention. Bad blood is immediately sparked between them when Henry blows Alex off at their first meeting. Several tabloid rumors and an Instagram tantrum later, Alex and Henry are reluctantly thrust together to make nice, resulting in a grudging friendship and a magnetism between them that Alex can't explain. Why is Henry's poetry making Alex feel like this? And just what is it about Henry Fox that gets to him so much?

Hashtag Soulmates by everwitch

Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated. Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

Satin and Lace by absoluteaudacity

Henry has a surprise for Alex on his birthday.

I'd Wanna Be Felled By You, Held By You by @sparklepocalypse

In hindsight, Alex should probably have known that letting Henry borrow his clothes for the weekend would absolutely wreck him. But Henry had fretted about his wardrobe being too formal for a casual visit to the lake house, and Alex has developed somewhat of a Pavlovian response to the way Henry’s brows furrow and his mouth pinches when he’s anxious. Once the words “You can just wear my stuff, no worries,” were out there, there’d been no stuffing them back into his mouth. Here’s the thing Alex should’ve taken into consideration: Henry would look hot dressed in a garbage bag. So the morning after their lake house arrival, when Henry steps out of the shower and into a pair of Alex’s swim trunks and Alex’s Arrels Barcelona shirt, Alex takes one look at him and drops his phone. (Movieverse; Henry wears Alex's clothes at the lake house and Alex reacts accordingly.)

i will be back next week with a christmas/holidays/new years list! as always, if you want to be tagged in the future just let me know!

tags: @starkfridays @stilesgivesmefeels

#rwrb #rwrb rec list #firstprince #alex and henry #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfiction #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz

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officalroyalsofpierreland · 6 months ago

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An Executive Decision

Emperor's Study, Palais de Royal Rouge, Pierreland

Katalina: Did you have to be so combative with her David? Honestly!

David: She started it!

Katalina: Dios Mio! David, if you had just pulled back the letter-

David: Like I could! It would've made me look weak!

Katalina: Yet you are now looking like an asshole. For fucks sake David, you could've told them that Felipe forged the damn letter. I know that the young Napoleon V is not a fan of your son and Vivianna could've-

David: Then I look like I have no control over my own family!

Katalina: You don't! Watcher, you couldn't even leave Felipe in here alone. What if he rummaged through your desk? And found the fucking report about what happened with your father. About Ben's-

David: Katalina. You know we don't fucking talk about that. Ben. was. killed. by. firing. squad. That is what happened. And it shall stay that way.

Katalina [pushing his hand]: Yes. yes. I know, tow the party line. However, what if he found it! He's bound to find out you've cut him off. He knows you're angry.

David: And he didn't find it Kat. And let us hope that the truth goes with us to the grave. Felipe will be punished. Granted it shall sound severe.

Katalina: Not exile...David...the children.

David: no no...like you said, I already look like an asshole. Strip him of his titles. Bar him from my presence for a number of years but allow for his wives and children to visit if they wish. Matches the current level of asshole if you ask me.

Katalina: Like they will if Felipe is barred. David...think this through.

David: Why are you always questioning my decisions?

Katalina: Cause they've been fucking questionable lately! I don't know what's happened with you and age, but some of your decisions are not well thought out. Hence, what is happening with Lenerd.

David: The Empire must not look weak-

Katalina: He is a toddler! Who is our blood. He is not a matter of state, and yet your fucking pride made it one!

David: He is de facto heir of the IU right now! How would we do succession? Co-parenting? Religon? Cause dear Watcher, Eloise is marrying the Simparte boy-

Katalina: Who will have more of a fatherly influence on our grandson than his own father at this rate.

David: Louis is not-

Edmund: Are you two always going to be fighting when I get summoned.

Edmund: Cause this is getting awkward...and frankly, the fact I can't tell Dee Dee any of this is stressing me out...

Katalina [sighing]: I'm sorry Eddie...we can't risk any leaks...I'm already worried about Felipe.

Edmund: I haven't seen him lately...what's going on?

David: Let's all sit.

Edmund: Is everything alright with him? What did you decided to do about young Lenerd?

David: I haven't heard from your brother in a while and....I technically didn't decide anything.

Edmund: What does he mean? Mama?

Katalina: Your brother...forged your father's handwriting stating that your father will not tell Louis about Lenerd or acknowledge him-

Edmund: No...

Katalina: And burned the original letter

Edmund: No

Katalina: So now your father has refused to recall the letter, and is attempting to carve out a tentative peace with Queen Viviana instead of just putting his ego aside...we tell everyone in 10 years the truth.

Edmund: DAD WHAT THE FUCK!

Edmund: You're going to let...my children be denied the opportunity to be with their cousin??

David: Look...it's the best I can do while giving Louis some buffer-

Edmund: Look...I love my little bro, but fuck him for a moment. He needs to be there!

David: Look at your brother's current behavior over Maggie getting a boyfriend. Tell me that's a guy ready to be a dad.

Edmund: You could just tell him to make him grow the fuck up.

Katalina: okay Edmund, you've sworn enough for the both of us at this point.

David: Look...this is the decision on Lenerd. In terms of Felipe, I want you to tell him my terms and that he will be summoned to accept them.

Edmund: I take it whatever the terms are, he has the illusion of choice?

David: Yes.

mentions of @empiredesimparte and @funkyllama

#officalroyalsofpierreland #story #sim: david #sim: katalina #sim: edmund #david is being an ass

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philomenie · 8 months ago

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Once in a lifetime

This is my first story to be published, so I'm very nervous.

i hope i've put all the content warnings, if i've forgotten anything, please let me know.

I would like to mention that English is not my mother tongue.

CN fluff, smut, anxiety, trauma, relationship anxiety, difficult situations, mention of betrayal of trust, cheating, 18+

@valiantroeagleangel

THREE

Mina

After blow-drying your hair and putting on your pyjamas, you grab your cell phone to see who has answered. Nothing!

Disappointment spreads through you.

You were absolutely expecting an answer, precisely because he behaved the way he did, his hug, the fact that he saved his number, your conversations, the closeness, all that can't be your imagination?

You are totally confused.

Then your cell phone vibrates and you check it excitedly.

Disappointed again, you see that it's just your brother Simon wanting to know if you've arrived safely.

Yes, everything's fine, I'm at the hotel in Willamette, tomorrow at noon I'm meeting Ella for lunch in a little café on campus!

Sounds good! Give her my love, also from Alva, Johan and Tilda!

I will, say hello back and kiss the 2 little ones for me!

They already miss their favorite aunt,

That's sweet, tell them I'll be back in 4 weeks!

See you soon sis, I love you!

I love you too Simon, kiss!

Your short conversation has distracted you a little, you check your messages again, then you switch to flight mode to sink quickly into Morpheus' arms.

Your alarm clock wakes you up far too early and you sleepily check the time.

Oh damn, really 11 o'clock already? You want to meet Ella in an hour.

Tired, you crawl out of bed and slip out of your clothes to take a quick shower and brush your teeth.

For your outfit, you choose your blue, ripped boyfriend jeans, a tight black top and your black cardigan with a hole pattern, your black ankle-high Docs and your obligatory cream-colored Birkin bag complete your outfit.

Your usual jewelry in silver, earrings, rings, today additionally your crown of thorns necklace, handmade according to your wishes. Something you gave yourself for your last birthday,

A little make-up, mascara and a light rose-colored lip gloss and you're done.

In the elevator, you check your messages again... nothing. You're sad and angry at the same time.

Angry at him for not getting in touch, for triggering such feelings in you and angry at yourself for allowing these feelings, this closeness.

Before the tears can fall, you throw your head back, stow your cell phone in your pocket and put on your aviator-style sunglasses.

Men.... Only problems with this species. Let that be a lesson to you once again. You're better off on your own!

And with that in mind, you leave your hotel.

When you arrive at the café, you spot Ella from the door, she jumps up happily and runs towards you, you fall into each other's arms, laughing and crying.

It's so good to see and feel her again. It's been far too long since you last saw each other!

You sit down at a table for two by the window and the waitress brings you the menu.

Ella opts for pancakes with syrup and a chai latte with oat milk, you take a normal coffee with milk, no sugar, plus scrambled eggs, bacon and French toast. You realize you're ravenous, the last time you ate was on the plane to Portland.

"Go on, tell me, how was Sweden? How are Simon and Alva? How are the little ones?"

"Sweden is great, Simon and Alva are incredible and the kids are just adorable!"

"Did you see David, Klara and Elsa during that time?"

"Yes, they came to Stockholm for Christmas, only you were missing...."

"Yes, I know.... It was too complicated for me, I had so much to do here, the study requirements are a lot heavier than at home"

"Hmm yeah, sure...."

You are silent for a moment, Ella avoids your gaze. You know exactly why, and why she didn't fly to Sweden, let alone back home.

You realize that she still hasn't come to terms with what happened a year ago in August.

You were able to come to terms with it yourself, the nightmares had stopped, thanks to your fantastic psychologist who guided you sensitively through the horror.

Ella rejected it all and is still visibly struggling with it.

You sigh, knowing that it's no good trying to get inside her, to confront her, she has to want help on her own and that might take some time.

Luckily, your food arrives and you pounce on it.

"So, how are you doing here? How's your roommate? Anshu? Or?"

"She's great, she's introduced me to Indian cuisine, we cook almost every day now, a real enrichment to the canteen food!"

"I'll take your word for it!"

"Then there's Lucas, Claire and Haru, who are also exchange students from the Netherlands, France and Japan. We're together almost all the time, doing things."

Ella continues to talk about her new friends, her activities and all the things she has planned for you.

You listen with a smile, but you can't stop thinking about him... damn him!!!

Joakim

"JOLLY, I'm sorry, but did you even hear what I said?"

Noah is a little annoyed that Joakim is just staring at his phone and not responding to his questions or the songs for the new album.

"What, did you say something?" Joakim is startled out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I was trying to get through to you! What the hell is wrong with you man? I don't know you like this at all?"

"Nahh nothing else," Joakim tries to divert from the topic, but Noah's skeptical look shows that he won't have any further success with this.

"Spit it out, what's bothering you!"

"It's about Mina.... She still hasn't contacted me" sighs Joakim.

"So Mina, still? I mean it's been almost a week now..."

"Yes, Mina, yes still" he growls indignantly and gets up from his chair to wander restlessly up and down the studio.

"I don't know why she's not contacting me and it's just driving me completely crazy! I mean, if you'd seen her, heard our conversations, the hug, everything... I don't get it!!!"

"Jolly.... I'm probably the worst counselor when it comes to that... I don't know how a relationship works myself"

"What about Amber? I thought that was something else? At least that's what it looks like to me!"

"Yaaaa Amber, I honestly like her, she's fantastic, the sex is amazing, I like having her around, she's not annoying, she's great... but I just don't know.…"

"Noah, honestly, don't blow it again just because you're thinking about it too much. She's honestly great and just lovely, everyone likes her, and I think Jesse has a crush on her friend Jules..."

"Jesse and Jules? Honestly?"

"Yeah man, didn't you realize that?"

"No, it slipped my mind."

"I'm just glad Rainy didn't show up here again!"

"Yeah, she could be quite pushy, Michael wanted to kick her out before you arrived...."

"If only he'd done that" growls Joakim

Then he tries to concentrate on the new songs.

Back in his room, he opens his laptop to google hotels in Willamette. 551 hits... Damn, he didn't expect there to be so many.

Frustrated, he closes the laptop and lies down on his bed, his gaze fixed upwards.

Mina.... Fuck, why don't you get in touch?

He jumps up, he needs answers, so he opens the laptop again with the search results. Ok, they had talked about destinations, what kind of accommodation you prefer, that should narrow down the hits a bit.

You said you prefer small, family-run hotels, fine, just 260.

Then the location, more on the outskirts, in the countryside, again a few less, only 120 hotels.

Ok, what else, remember Joakim!

Yes, exactly, pool is something you like to have with you so you can go swimming. 56 hotels. That's a manageable number.

He takes a deep breath, suddenly unsure whether he really...

Then he starts typing, a dial tone sounds

"The Allison In & Spa, Ashley Miller, what can I do for you?"

"Lamberts, Joak... DAVID Lamberts, I was wondering if you could deliver a message for my sister Mina Lamberts, who is staying at your hotel, I haven't been able to reach her for days...." Joakim is miserable at the lie, but how else could he find out which hotel you are staying in?

Meanwhile, the lady on the phone is typing data into her computer.

"Mr. Lamberts? I'm sorry, there is no Mina Lamberts among our guests! Are you sure she's here in our hotel?"

"Um, I thought so, excuse me, I'll check again and get back to you, thanks for your trouble!" and with that he quickly hangs up.

His heart is racing, should he really keep doing this? Pretend to be your brother? I'm sure you have reasons for not getting in touch, he's acting like a crazy stalker right now.

Damn!

Joakim paces up and down, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans. Damn, fuck, fuck, fuck.

The situation is driving him crazy, he can't think about anything else but you, he can still feel you in his arms, he remembers your scent.

No, he needs answers!

Determined, he reaches for his cell phone again and dials the nearest hotel number.

After 23 more unsuccessful attempts, he is more frustrated than ever before in his life. He gives himself an ultimatum: he will call 5 more hotels today, then that's half of the hotels that come into question. The rest tomorrow.

If none of them are a match.... He doesn't want to worry about that right now.

The 5 other hotels are also a miss. Then his gaze falls on a hotel that he had actually ruled out, Franziska Haus Bed and Breakfast. Franziska? A name from XY, your home country?

Maybe.... Excited, he dials the number!

"Franziska Haus Bed and Breakfast, Franziska Smithers, what can I do for you?" The voice has the same slight accent as you, Joakim's heart races, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Yes, uhm, David Lamberts here, I wanted to leave a message for my sister Mina Lamberts!"

"Mina Lamberts did you say?"

"Yes, Mina Lamberts, Mina Katharina Lamberts....."

"One moment please...."

Joakim has the feeling that time is standing still.

"Mr. Lamberts? A Mina Lamberts is currently a guest here with us. What message do you wish to convey?"

"Mina is with you?"

"Yes, as I said, a Mina Lamberts is our guest!"

Joakim exhales with relief.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" he says, before quickly hanging up without further explanation.

Joakim's legs tremble, he suddenly feels sick and has to sit down. He stares at the black display for a long time, unable to move.

A thought drills through his head, you've found her...

He now knows what he is doing, he hastily packs clothes and toiletries in a bag, takes his acoustic guitar from the wall and stows it in the case provided for it.

He quickly changes his clothes, pulls his hair into a half messy bun and grabs his sunglasses.

Then he runs downstairs, where astonished faces stare at him.

Noah and Amber are in the living room, Jesse and Jules (he knew it!!) are on the other couch, deep in conversation, Orie is rubbing Harper's back, sitting in the armchair.

All eyes are on him and his bags!

Noah is the first to break out of his stupor.

"What the hell are you up to now?"

"I'm going to see her, I know which hotel she's staying in!"

"JOLLY, YOU'RE NOT FUCKING SERIOUS!"

"But Noah, I've never been more serious, I need to see her, I need to sort this out, I need to know why, I need clarity, clarity as to whether I've imagined it all or not. Please understand, I MUST know!"

Noah shakes his head speechlessly, Amber looks at him in confusion and swallows.

Then she straightens her shoulders, "I think Jolly should drive! If he needs certainty, that's the only way he'll get it!"

Noah turns to her, shaking his head, "Have you gone mad too? There's this brilliant invention called a TELEPHONE!!!"

"Yes" Amber replies, now sharper, "But what if she doesn't answer? Then what smarty pants?"

Noah gasps

"I think it's totally romantic if you want to be specific!" she hisses.

"Romantic? You could also call it STALKING," growls Noah.

"You're impossible Noah Sebastian Davis!" and with that she jumps up angrily.

Walks up to Joakim, hugs him "You're doing the right thing, trust me! What you told me about Mina, go to her, sort it out in person, that's always best!"

And with one last angry look at Noah, Amber takes her bag and leaves the house.

"What was that about?" Orie asks, confused.

"I don't know," Noah is stunned.

"Oh Noah, you still have a lot to learn about women!" laughs Jules, turning to Joakim and saying "Go to her Joakim, no matter how it turns out, you'll know, I'll keep my fingers crossed that everything turns out okay!"

"Yeah, man, me too," smiles Jesse.

"Nobody listens to me here anyway," sulks Noah, "Then I guess I have no choice but to wish you luck!" and with that he hugs Joakim.

"Come back safely, we need you here!"

"Thanks man, and if I may give you some advice, go after Amber, she's worth it!"

"Uhum... maybe you're right..." Noah concedes.

Joakim stows his luggage in his car, an Audi R8, another luxury he has afforded himself, gets in and drives off.

Mina

The first week almost flies by, when Ella has lectures and seminars, you explore the city and the surrounding area. You've discovered a second-hand bookshop and various antique stores where you can spend hours.

You would love to stock up on books, furniture and home accessories there.

Just today you're standing in front of a shelf full of old signs and milk churns. You can think of a thousand things you could do with them.

Sighing, you turn away to look at the jewelry.

The rings catch your eye, one in particular, a wide rose gold hoop with a transparent stone, a diamond?

Rose gold would look wonderful on Ella's fair skin. Unlike you, Ella has a lighter skin tone and medium blonde curls, a spitting image of your deceased father, whereas you could be your mother's twin sister.

The thought of your parents still makes you sad, you wish you could have gone to your mother for advice. About so many things, but currently about Joakim.

He still hasn't responded to your message.

You shoo the thought of him aside and ask the sales assistant to take the ring from the display. When you try it on, it fits perfectly. You smile and decide to buy it for Ella.

You choose an antique pair of silver dangle earrings with a garnet stone for yourself.

Elated, you leave the store to meet up with Ella in what has become your favorite café.

She's already there, waiting for you, and when she sees you come in, her eyes light up in anticipation. You suspect she has something planned...

"Hey Ella, sorry, I forgot the time in that one store, if I'm not careful I'll spend all my money in there!" you laugh at her.

"It's okay, I've only just arrived, I had a quick chat with my lecturer after my psychology class, the one I told you about..."

"Um, the young, handsome lecturer?" you tease her

"Yes, exactly him!" grins Ella

"I told him about you" she suddenly blurts out.

"You did what????" you blurt out in horror.

"He told me about you, that you have a degree in psychology, worked in a renowned psychotherapy practice and then set up your own practice, he was quite interested, at least that's what I thought...."

You have to swallow and look at her open-mouthed. Stunned, you want to start when she continues.

"I've invited him to dinner tonight, one more person really doesn't matter! And besides, distraction is the best thing for lovesickness!"

You're even more speechless than before, which hardly ever happens, and just stare at Ella.

"Have you taken leave of your senses? I mean are you out of your mind? You can't just invite a guy I don't even know! What's more, he's your lecturer! Are you still in your right mind? And what do you mean by heartbreak? It was a flirtation with Joakim, nothing more!"

"Yeah, go on lying to yourself about your guitarist!" Ella snaps sourly "You keep checking your messages to see if he hasn't replied after all, you look sad when you think I can't see it, I'm neither stupid nor blind! You've fallen for this musician and you've really fallen for him! I can't remember it being as bad with Christopher..."

"Please don't mention that huge asshole in this context!" you growl bitterly "He can rot somewhere else for all I care!"

Ella leans back "Right, not another word about the giant asshole! Then what should I call the other one?"

"Who?" you ask, confused.

"Well Joakim," grins Ella.

You roll your eyes, annoyed.

"What do Anshu and the others say about you inviting your lecturer to dinner? I mean, you want to cook together at Kelly's house, don't you?"

Ella grins even more "Well, to be honest, the idea came from Anshu and Claire.... I was just the executor, because I get on best with Ethan…"

Your eyebrows go up, "ETHAN? You're on first-name terms with your lecturer?"

"Chill, everyone calls him that, he offered at the beginning of the semester. Ethan Turnbull, to be precise. He's also published a few books, by the way, so you can see if you know anything about him," explains Ella.

You take a deep breath and sort yourself out, even though you'd like to strangle your little sister!

"Ella, dear, please, unload him again, I don't want to and I can't, ok?! Besides, I don't HAVE my own practice anymore, as you know very well!"

Ella's gaze darkens, she swallows, sits up straight in her chair and looks you straight in the eye "I know that very well Mina, you certainly don't have to remind me, I was there.... As.... As.... You know what I mean, I know why you gave up the practice!"

You sigh, realizing that this is the worst possible time to start dealing with this issue.

"Ella, please, tell him no, make up what I know, I don't want this!" you beg her.

"Mina, I can't possibly cancel on him, I don't even have his number or home address!"

"You're not fucking serious!" you choke out.

"But I'm fucking serious, or do you think I'm going to ask my LECTURER for his number or address?" Ella is outraged.

"I'd trust you with anything," you growl in frustration.

"Pfffff" is all you hear from Ella.

Damn, how do I get out of this number, your mind is racing. The last thing you want to do is have dinner with that psychology lecturer. You just wanted to cook with Ella and her friends and then eat, have fun, maybe go out afterwards.

Now this is completely inconvenient for you, because.... Because.... Yes, damn it, because your heart is still with this impossible, attractive, unreliable, charming, incredible man, with him.

And you could slap yourself for that.

"He's really not ugly, if that makes you feel better," Ella interrupts your thoughts.

"Who?"

"Ethan, he's tall, blond, longer hair and athletic, he plays rugby and coaches a kids' team. And he has a dog, Spot, a husky mongrel, totally cute! Spot is often at the seminar with us!" explains Ella.

"Dog sounds good," you agree.

"Well, that's a plus for Ethan! Joakim certainly doesn't have a dog!" grins Ella.

"I don't know, I don't think so!" you sigh and admit defeat for now.

Okay then, dinner with the lecturer on top of everything else.

What else can go wrong today?

"Great, then you'll come by at 7 pm? You know where, you have Kelly's address, don't you? And put on something nice!"

"ELLA KONSTANZE LAMBERTS IT'S ENOUGH NOW," you get indignant, "Who are you? Our mother?"

"No, your sister, she wants you to laugh again!" comes the simple reply.

You can't add anything to that.

"And when will you be happy again?" you ask her cautiously.

Her eyes darken again "I'm not unhappy, you know. I just don't want to talk about it, not now, not here. I just want to forget about it and go on living normally, as if nothing ever happened, you know?"

You nod at her.

"I can't go through that again, I was afraid of losing you too Mina, I didn't care that I could have died then, I was just afraid that he would kill you, like, like ....." her voice trails off.

You lean over to her and hug her tightly, comforting her, stroking her back as you hear her quiet sobs.

"Shhhhh Ella, it's all right, it's over, I'm here, it's all right, I'm not going anywhere, I promised you, I'll stay with you!"

"Always? Promise?" comes quietly from Ella's mouth.

"Always, I promise, as long as you can put up with me!" you smile.

"Good, because I can still put up with you!" Ella smiles again.

"Well then, everything's perfect! Come on, let's finish eating, I've found a little something for you!"

"Ohhhhh what is it?" Ella is delighted, she is still like a little child bursting with curiosity when it comes to surprises and presents.

Smiling, you reach into your Birkin bag and hand her the small dark blue velvet-covered box.

Ella happily takes it and opens it.

"Ohhhh Mina, how beautiful! THANK YOU!"

"You're welcome little mouse!"

At the mention of her nickname, Ella makes a face and tries on the ring, which fits like a glove.

"Okay, I won't take it off, it looks fantastic!" she gushes.

You smile lovingly at her.

After dinner, Ella heads off to her duties again, not bothering to ask you to be punctual first, she knows you're usually late, one of your little mistakes.

You roll your eyes and promise to be on time, in "appropriate" attire, as requested, no band shirts or ripped jeans, your favorite outfits.

You slowly stroll towards the hotel, when you arrive you decide to take a hot shower and wash your hair. Then you want to take care of your outfit.

Your long dark green skirt with small cream-colored flowers, the dark green top and a short cream-colored cardigan should be suitable enough.

You mainly want to do Ella a favor, you don't care about Ethan.

You sigh at the thought of spending the evening looking after a psychologist who is a complete stranger to you.... So far, all the male psychologists you've met have been complicated in their own way. And the last thing you need is a complicated man!

Or a man in your life at all.

The story with Joakim has shown you again that it's better not to trust anyone, not to let your feelings get in the way.

You only get hurt and you never want to be hurt again, by anyone, you never want to feel helplessly at the mercy of a situation or feelings, ever again!!!

Joakim

After about 16 hours of driving, with short breaks, he finally reaches Willamette.

He is tired and excited at the same time.

How will you react?

Do you even want to see him?

What if you don't feel the same as he does....

Joakim becomes uncertain, what if Noah was right? It's stalking, he found out about your hotel through lies and now he's standing outside the hotel.

Creep!!! it goes through his head.

What if you're thinking the same thing?

Unsure, he puts his head on the steering wheel and stares ahead of him.

He no longer knows whether it was right to drive here. Shouldn't he go straight back?

Just forget everything?

But there is this tugging in his chest.... Longing?

He looks up, suddenly he sees you coming out of the hotel, at first he thinks he's going to die on the spot, then he quickly ducks away so that you don't recognize him.

He peers cautiously out of his side window, sees you make your way to the parking lot and open a Ford Fiesta, get in and drive off towards the city center.

Joakim is hot and cold and nauseous at the same time, God he's nauseous and dizzy, he has to open the door and breathe in and out deeply, otherwise he feels like he's either going to pass out or throw up.

He feels like a teenager in love for the first time, not a grown man of 35!

Pull yourself together and make a decision Karlsson, he tells himself.

Easier said than done, he still has pudding legs and feels sick as a dog.

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and decides to take a room in the hotel for now, he can make a decision there too.

Hopefully they still have rooms available, he thinks.

A friendly looking middle-aged lady stands at the reception desk

"Welcome to Fanziska Haus, what can I do for you?"

"Karlsson, Joakim Karlsson, I haven't booked, a spontaneous trip, I wanted to ask if you have a room available?"

"Oh, just a moment please, I'll have a quick look!"

The lady, whose name tag reads Sarah, types quickly on her keyboard and looks intently at the screen.

"Ahh, you're in luck, I can offer you room no. 14. How long are you planning to stay?"

"Uhmm, that depends on certain circumstances..." Joakim squirms.

Sarah smiles at him questioningly.

"Yeah, so for one night, I guess? Maybe longer... like one, two, three weeks?" he stutters.

"Oh, a little more specific would be good, Mr. Karlsson! One night is no problem at all, but several weeks is, because the room is booked elsewhere. You could then, or rather would have to, move to another room. Would that be a solution for you?" Sarah offers in a friendly manner.

"Yes, that sounds good, yes, that would be brilliant if you could arrange it that way!" Joakim beams.

"Good Mr. Karlsson, then I would need your personal details for the registration, how do you want to pay? By credit card?"

"Yes, credit card!"

Once everything is settled, Sarah hands him the key card for his room and wishes him a pleasant stay.

Joakim is glad to finally be able to lie down for a while. Once in the room, he leaves his luggage in his bag and throws himself tiredly onto the bed, only to fall asleep a little later.

When he wakes up again, it's late afternoon, FUCK, how long has he been asleep?

He looks frantically at his cell phone, 4 pm and 3 messages from Noah, 5 from Vincent...

Joakim rolls his eyes in annoyance and opens one after the other.

They both want to know where he is, whether he's arrived, how you reacted, whether you reacted, or whether he found you at all, when he's coming back to LA, whether he's still alive....

Idiots he thinks lovingly and types the same message for both of them:

Am at the same hotel as Mina

I saw her briefly, she's really here, but she didn't see me, I checked into the hotel first and am now in my room.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do next, I still have to think about it. I'll be in touch, you don't need to send me any more messages!

Jolly

What am I going to do, how am I going to meet her? Wait in the lobby?

"Hey Mina, how are you? You haven't contacted me yet, so I've been spying on you to find out exactly where you are, and tadaa here I am!"

Oh God, CREEEEEEEEEP!!! it roars in his head

Joakim sighs in frustration, he can't possibly do that!

His brain rattles, suddenly he has an idea.

He quickly searches his cell phone to see if there is a flower store or something similar in Willamette. Zack, hit. He grins with satisfaction and taps select.

"Willamette Flower Delivery Serving, Ava speaking, what can I do for you?"

"Karlsson here, I need a bouquet of flowers that can be delivered today!"

"Within Willamette that's no problem, Mr. Karlsson, what bouquet would you like and where, to whom, would you like it delivered? The bouquets can be found on our homepage."

Joakim quickly scrolls through the offer and spontaneously decides on the Garden Bouquet with white hydrangeas, pink and pink roses, rose-colored lilies, light pink button flowers and white margarites, plus various grasses and leaves.

He hopes you like the flowers, that he has met your taste.

"The Garden Bouquet, please deliver this to Mina Lamberts, M-I-N-A L-A-M-B-E-R-T-S," he quickly spells out, "Currently at Franziska Haus Bed and Breaktfast, here in Willamette!"

"Ok, I've written everything down, how do you want to pay?"

"Credit card, I'll put the card number through......!"

"All right Mr. Karlsson, I'll see to it that the bouquet is delivered today!"

"Can you tell me roughly when that will be?" he asks.

"Uhm, we have another big order here, in about 2 to 3 hours? By the way, would you like to add a greetings card?"

Joakim thinks about it

"No greeting card directly, but do you have a card with a guitar?"

"No, unfortunately, but I could print a guitar on the card if that would help you!"

"Yes, it does, thank you very much!" Joakim is relieved.

Now he just has to sit down in the lobby in 2 hours and wait for the flower delivery man... Just because it's all so easy!

In the meantime, he unpacks his things, showers, puts on fresh clothes and sets off in search of somewhere to eat.

The hotel itself only serves breakfast, and Sarah, the nice receptionist, tells him where he can get something to eat in the city.

With this information, he drives into town and stops in front of a nice-looking restaurant. The menu on the sign outside the restaurant promises a variety of burgers, just what he's in the mood for.

After he has eaten, the world looks a little more confident again. He decides to take a stroll through the city, keeping an eye on the time - he doesn't want to be back too late, that would ruin his whole plan!!!

A small antique store catches his attention, he looks curiously into the shop window, only to freeze shortly afterwards. YOU are in the store, bent over the sales counter. You take out various pieces of jewelry and look at them.

Joakim's mouth is suddenly completely dry again, he can't move, he watches spellbound as you decide on a ring and a pair of earrings and pay. You turn towards the exit and walk towards it...

He finally breaks out of his stupor and quickly disappears around the corner. From there, he looks after you as you walk down the street towards the university.

Damn him? No, he has a plan, this would have been chaotic and unplanned, it would have suddenly overwhelmed him.

He sees that you're going to a café near the campus.

Should he?

No, not that you'll discover him when he's looking for you at the window.

He's breathing heavily, fuck, he's going to have a heart attack!

Shortly before 6 p.m., Joakim walks into the hotel lobby and, with a quick glance, decides on a seating area in a corner of the lobby with a good view of the entrance and reception.

Now he just has to wait.... He can do that perfectly by now, he remarks sarcastically.

Time passes, no flower delivery man in sight, Joakim gets nervous, he taps his foot, taps his fingers rhythmically on the table, checks the time again and again.

He has been waiting for almost an hour....

Suddenly a young man enters the lobby with a bouquet of flowers wrapped in tissue paper and Joakim stands up tensely.

The young man is talking to Sarah at reception.

Joakim steps closer to overhear the conversation.

He comes within earshot just in time, right when Sarah calls your room number, 23!

You have room number 23, Yess!

The flower messenger heads for the elevator and Joakim hurries to the stairwell, where he hastily sprints to the second floor to arrive before the messenger.

His plan works, he has made it before him.

The messenger steps out of the elevator and looks around, Joakim watches him closely.

Then he heads towards room no. 23, just before he can knock, Joakim is at his side.

"Excuse me, but are these the flowers for Mina Lamberts?" he asks innocently.

The messenger is confused, but confirms the question.

"Wonderful!" Joakim beams, "I've given the order, you can leave the flowers to me, I'll deliver them myself!"

The messenger looks at him in disgust, "Uhh, yes, no, that's not possible, I have to deliver the flowers, otherwise my boss will give me hell, and I don't even know if her details are correct!"

"Ok, I can show you my ID," Joakim offers, "that should confirm my identity, and there's a guitar on the greeting card! Who would know that if not me, the client?"

The messenger becomes uncertain and opens the card to make sure.

"Yes well, then....." he stammers!

"Perfect!" grins Joakim, takes the flowers and slips the messenger a tip.

He grins, nods at Joakim and disappears towards the elevator.

Joakim waits until he is alone in the hotel corridor.

Heart pounding, he unwraps the flowers, positions himself in front of your door, lifts the flowers so that his face is not immediately recognizable and clears his throat several times.

Sweat breaks out from every pore, dizziness and nausea set in again.

If not now, then when, he thinks to himself, death-defyingly, and knocks energetically on your door!

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currentlyfckingurmom · 1 year ago

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Her Song part 6

LED lights flash on beat with the electric guitar. Everyone is practically screaming, singing along with the band's cover of "Heaven's On Fire" by KISS. VIP night was technically supposed to be over an hour ago, but everybody is having way too much fun for me to end it now. Plus, I'm getting mad tips.

And I'm fairly certain that a few people snuck in alcohol, but I'm going to pretend I don't notice. Ash took Syd home an hour ago and agreed to watch her, so what do I care if people get a little rowdy. Except Zach. I'd be alright if he dialed it back a notch and kept his hands off Florence's body for five seconds.

God, I wish I could be drunk right now.

"Y/N, hey! These nights don't usually go this way!" I hear someone yell from behind me. I turn around to face them, and see a beautiful woman giving me a hazy smile.

"Oh, hey, Willow! I didn't know you were here!" I yell back over the music. Willow goes to school with Ash, and we may or may not have worked together at a certain club in the past. I've always loved hanging out with her, but I guess I've never thought of pursuing anything more.

"Yeah, I got here a couple of hours ago. It's been way too long since we've hung out. You wanna go grab a drink after this?" she asks as she steps closer to talk over the music.

"Uh, I don't know if I should. I mean, Ash is watching Syd and..."

"Come on, they'll be fine. Knowing them, they're probably already asleep. Just one drink."

I mull it over as my eyes travel across the room, spotting Florence dancing with Zach. With a sigh, I reluctantly agree. "Yeah, okay. Why not?"

"Yes! I promise you won't regret it," she celebrates.

"You better hope not," I joke with a small smirk. "I'll have the band wrap up and then close down, okay?"

"Deal," she says with a wink, sauntering back off into the crowd.

Laughing, I cross the room and beckon over one of the band members. I tell them to play one more song and they agree, so I walk back to the cafe bar to shut everything down. When the music stops, David turns the lights back on and I send Ash a text.

Me: Hey, I'm going out for a drink with Willow. I don't know when I'll be back so just put Syd to bed, please.

Ash: Willow as in the hot chick you used to work with at the club?!? Get it, girl!

Me: I'm gonna kill you. It's just a drink.

Ash: Oh, right. I forgot you have your heart set on the Brit. Don't worry about Syd, she's already out for the count. Don't forget to use protection! ;)

Me: That's not how that works. But thank you.

Florence comes up to the counter and says, "Hey, we're gonna head out. Tonight was a lot of fun."

"Good, I'm glad. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"You can count on it," she promises with a sweet smile.

Just then, Willow waltzes over to the counter and drawls, "You ready to go? I believe I promised you a night of fun."

Florence smiles bitterly at Willow, sending her a glare before turning around and walking away. She stops at the door and says, "Don't miss me too much," with a flirty wink. What the hell was that about?

"Damn, my bad. Didn't mean to piss off the illicit affair," Willow quips.

"Wait what?"

"She was totally jealous. Look, I don't wanna step on anyone's toes here-"

"You aren't, I promise. She has a boyfriend."

"Well in that case, can I buy you a drink?"

"Maybe once we actually get to a real bar. You might wanna save some of your moves for later, cowboy."

"Oh, don't worry. I've got plenty of moves I'd like to show you," she practically whispers, her eyes darting between my eyes and lips.

I clear my throat and say, "Yep, that's- that's good. Great, so we should get going."

Fumbling with my keys, I lead her out of the store and lock the doors behind us. We spend the next few hours at a bar downtown, laughing and singing and drinking way more than we probably should.

I walk her to her apartment since it's only a few blocks down from mine. Pausing in front of the doors, she looks down at her feet and says, "I had a lot of fun tonight, Y/N. It's nice hanging out with you outside of...that environment."

"Yeah, it's nice to be fully clothed and not have creepy men slipping dollar bills in our thongs," I deadpan. "Honestly, though, tonight is the first time I've gone out in a long time, and it was really fun, so thank you."

"Anytime," she whispers with a smile. I take a step back to walk away, but she asks, "Wait, can I- can I kiss you?"

Instead of answering verbally, I cup her cheek and pull her into a gentle kiss. It's slow and sweet, and everything a first kiss should be, but there just isn't that feeling of fireworks and warmth. It doesn't feel the way Florence makes me feel every time she looks at me.

I pull away and say, "Goodnight, Willow," before walking away.

"Goodnight, Brandy," she teasingly calls after me, using my former stripper name.

I spin on my heels and yell, "No way. Do not call me that, asshole! If my legs aren't wrapped around a metal pole, then Brandy is not my name."

She laughs and I flip her off, walking backwards down the street toward my apartment.

The next morning, I awake with a loud groan, followed by, "Ash, turn off the fucking lights!"

"That's the sun, sweetheart. Can't exactly turn it off. But I can give you advil," she says, plopping down next to me on the bed and handing me a bottle of ibuprofen.

"Ugh, you're a godsend. I could kiss you right now," I mumble as I take the pills with a swig of water.

"I know. Speaking of which, how did last night go?" she asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

"It was fine. We had fun. Hence the hangover."

"Don't hold out on me now, Brandy. Did you kiss? Fuck? Buy a house and get married?"

"Oh my god, what is it with everyone calling me Brandy lately? And we kissed goodnight. But that was it."

"Really? You don't sound very excited."

"Yeah, I mean...it was nice. But-"

"But you'd rather be locking lips with the hot blonde Brit?" she finishes for me.

"God, you're so weird. C'mon, I need to get ready for work."

"I had David open it up, since you were slightly incapacitated. So take your time."

I took a quick shower and got ready for work before waking Syd up and forcing her to get ready. I ended up having to carry her to the car because she fell back asleep.

Eventually, we made it to the store. And only an hour late. I really need a better alarm clock...

"Morning, David. Sorry I'm late," I greet him.

"Mom refused to wake up. It's all her fault," Syd accuses me.

"Yeah, right. Don't lie; we're late because you wouldn't get your ass out of bed," I correct her.

"You said ass! That's a dollar in the swear jar."

"We don't have a swear jar. And you said it, too."

"It's fine, guys. And don't worry, your favorite customer hasn't stopped by yet," David interjects from behind the counter.

"Thank you, David," I sigh, ushering Syd to go do something while I put my bags in the back room and get ready for the day.

The bell above the door rings as I walk back out into the main area, and I look up to see Florence with a tired smile adorning her face.

"Good morning, Florence," I greet cheerily, before noticing that she looks kind of upset. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's nothing. Just tired, that's all. How was your night?"

"It was alright. Not worth how tired I was this morning, though," I joke as I make her tea.

"So...Willow, huh? She seems nice. She's very pretty."

"Uh, yeah, she is. We aren't- I mean her and I aren't, like, together or anything," I stutter uncomfortably.

"Right," she mumbles under her breath.

I turn around and grab a sharpie, writing "I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys" on the paper to-go cup. She barely even looks at me as she pays. She leaves without so much as saying goodbye, and I sigh heavily. Why is she so upset?

"Hot damn. Trouble in paradise?" David says with a low whistle.

I scoff and mutter, "What paradise?"

"Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours."

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joe9cool · 2 years ago

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Collide-Justin Herbert-33

A/N: This is fanfiction, I have no affiliation with anyone on the Chargers

This had to be a dream.

Was this a joke?

All of those thoughts ran through her head as she stared into Justin's. Her brain was going the speed of the windshield wipers. He was just standing there, allowing himself to get soaked by the downpour.

Sara realized she wasn't even in her driveway. Her car was at an angle as she was about to turn in. He basically jumped in front of her car.

"Who the hell is that?" Cathy was squinting as she pulled her glasses out of her purse. Adjusting to them she looked at Sara. "Does he have a death wish?"

Justin stood off to the side and Sara pulled into the garage. She saw in the back window that Justin followed behind her. She also noticed he was holding bags as well.

Taking a deep breath, she told her mom to wait in the car before stepping out. "Sara who is that? He looks familiar-" the car door shutting cut off the volume of her moms voice.

"Hey" He looked at her, and her heart was beating fast.

"Let's take this in the house." Her mom would be okay in the car for a few minutes. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen area. Justin behind her. Motioning him to wait, she ran upstairs to get towels from her hall closet. She was pissed and still in shock, but she wasn't going to allow him to get sick, especially if he had an issue with his arm being in a cast. Coming back down she handed it to him and he mumbled a thanks as he dried off.

There was an awkward silence. Finally Sara had to ask. "How did you know where I was? And how did you know I lived here?"

Justin took a deep breath. "AnnSophie told me."

"How did she know? I didn't even tell her." This was all so confusing. He sighed, not wanting to tell her the whole story just yet. "It's a long story that is not appropriate to tell right now."

"Justin, no offense, but you gotta tell me something or I will throw you out in a few minutes." He sighed again. "I want to see you, and tell you how sorry I am, and I miss you, and I was a total jerk and you didn't deserve any of that, or how shitty I've treated you." It didn't come out as eloquent as he would have liked, but it got the message.

Sara laughed. "You're damn right I didn't deserve that. Now all of the sudden you believe me? Since I'm just the same as all the other people in Hollywood."

Justin grimaced Sara as she threw his words back at him. "I was very upset at that time and I acted out of stupidity."

She scoffed. "And then I had to find out you were sleeping with Taylor!" Her voice got loud. Justin's eyes widened. "I know what Taylor said to you and it's not true."

"Justin, there were photos." He saw them. En route to the airport Ashley found them on twitter and sent them. It was at the restaurant he, Kristen and David had. Kristen wasn't facing the camera. Taylor must have told Sara that was her.

"That wasn't Taylor, it was Kristen, my friend who works in marketing at SoFi. I went to Oregon with her and her Boyfriend David. As for me cheating I never did. However, I went over to her house after I injured my ribs. That day we had that fight before practice. Sara sucked in a breath and Justin knew she was hurt, but she needed to hear the truth. "When I was there, she tried to initiate sex but I declined. She kissed me and shoved her off of me. I ended it, but she kept trying to pursue me."

"But you still went over to her house, and instead of telling her 'hey I'm in a relationship with someone I really like, you just gave some lame excuse, giving her the impression that she can easily get you back. You invited her to cause all of that bullshit." Sara crossed her arms. Justin felt the tears come to his eyes.

"Sara if I could take everything back I could. If I could go back in time and do things differently I would. I would give up anything to change this." Justin pleaded, and she crossed her arms.

"So you just came all the way here to say sorry?" He shook his head no. "I want another chance. Please, I love you so much it hurts."

Before she could respond the door opened, and her mother stood next to Justin. "How long were you planning on leaving me there!" She looked at Justin "Why hello, are you a friend of Sara's?"

He didn't know what to say. "I'm Justin Herbert." Cathy nodded. "I'm Cathy, Sara's mom."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs.Wozniak, I wish it was under better circumstances. I'm sorry about Mr.Wozniak."

"Oh dear thank you so much! It's always nice to meet a friend of Sara's." Justin smiled and Sara saw her mother swoon. Of course his natural politeness had won over her mother

"You must be so cold! Why haven't you changed out of those clothes? Sara, where are your manners! Don't you keep a change of clothes!"

"He had clothes with him, plus I gave him a towel. He will just be leaving." He looked mortified at Sara's words, but Cathy shook her head. "Do you have anywhere to stay?"

He didn't think that far, just flew here on a whim and prayer. "No not really, I didn't plan anything. I just came in an uber from the airport." He admitted sheepishly.

"You are not going to find any hotel to book at this time." Cathy clapped her hands. "Just stay here!" Sara was horrified. "I have no place to put him up." She rebutted.

"Nonsense. This place has five bedrooms. Don't be rude, I raised you better than that."

"I don't want house guests right now." Justin knew he wasn't wanted here, as much as it pained him. He had to respect Sara's wishes. "I'm sure there's a 24 hour motel-"

"You are not staying in one of those dives. Sara you let that man stay at least one night and that's final." Justin only knew her mother for less than an hour, but she was one scary woman when she was mad. Sara huffed. "Fine, you can use the spare room in the basement. There's an air mattress in the closets you can set up."

"Sara Christine, that man is injured."

"Fine. Upstairs on the left. There's a bathroom attached, you can shower and do your things. I have products in the closet."

Cathy smiled, "I make sure everything is fully stocked." Justin smiled and acknowledged both of them. "Thank you ladies so much. I'm going to turn in for the night." He grabbed his bags with his good shoulder and headed upstairs.

When he was out of ear-sight, Sara looked at her mother. "I could kill you right now."

"What?"

"You know damn well what, that's Justin! Ex Justin! The one who doesn't deserve me!" She refreshed her moms memory.

"Sweetie. Just let him stay. You can deal with it in the morning." Sara shook her head, she was too damn tired and emotionally exhausted from the past week.

This was crazy, first Harry proposing to her, then Justin showing up out of nowhere to tell her he was sorry, plus dealing with her dad fighting for his life. What the hell was going on?

As she got ready for bed, it drove her nuts to know that he was just down the hall. She missed him, there was no doubt about that but she wasn't going to just let him off the hook. Sara wanted answers, she was just going to have to wait until her mom left. There was no way that she was going to have this discussion with her mom present to report back to her sisters.

It drove her nuts, she wanted to go over to that room and confront him. But again, her mother was also in the house.

A few door downs, Justin was wide awake in the bed. He was in Sara's house, which was a win. But she didn't kick him out, even though it was her mother who insisted on him staying. Nevertheless, a win's a win. He couldn't screw this up, this was his chance to make things right.

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Sara woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast and coffee. She was confused, maybe her mother was up early and decided to make breakfast, but her mom was a simple bowl of cereal with orange juice girl. Sometimes if she was feeling fancy it'd be oatmeal and fruit.

She jumped out of bed and headed downstairs. Rounding the corner to the large kitchen she was shocked to see Justin, hair wet from a shower. He was playing eggs, as well as you could with one arm. "Good morning." He pushed a plate towards her. Walking slowly to the island she was confused. "What's this?"

He shrugged. "Thank you for allowing me to stay here." She looked down, there were eggs, French toast and some fruit. He had only made breakfast for her a handful of times. "Thank you" She mumbled and began to dig in.

Justin took in her makeupless appearance. She lost weight, she had dark circles under her eyes, she was under a lot of stress. It made him worry. "How is your dad?"

She sighed. "He's on life support, they are trying to get his oxygen levels up, he was unconscious for quite a while, they won't know the extent of damage if he wakes up." Sara felt the tears come to her eyes, and Justin wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms. But that wasn't appropriate. "You need to think positive. He's at the best hospital, they are doing everything they can. I don't know your dad, but he seems like a fighter, those guys in finance don't give up." Sara cracked a bit of a smile, and his heart soared knowing he caused it. "Sara I'm so sor-"

"Good morning." Cathy came down the stairs, fully ready for the morning. She looked at her daughter. "Why aren't you ready? Visiting hours start in ten minutes! We need to be there as soon as possible. Come on chop chop!" Sara sighed and got up. "Okay mom." She looked at Justin. "Thanks for breakfast." She ran upstairs.

He sighed and looked at Cathy, "would you like anything Mrs.Wozniak"

"It's Cathy, and no thank you. I just want you to do me one favor." He was confused. "What's that?"

"Prove yourself to me and more importantly that angel upstairs. You love her and she loves you, but you hurt her. She is a very forgiving person, but you need to show her that you love her. I assume you do, since you came all the way here." He nodded. "I'm going to do everything I can."

"That's all I ask." Sara came downstairs. "Alright I'm ready." She paused and acknowledged Justin. "Can you watch over the house? We probably will be gone for a while, I also have to stop over and see my nephews and nieces." Justin nodded, relieved that she didn't tell him to take a hike. "Um, help yourself to some things. Just don't go to my room." He nodded.

Sara and Cathy left, leaving Justin alone with his thoughts. It was obvious she didn't want to talk about them, but he still needed to prove himself to her. He needed to be there for her. Take the load off of her while her dad was sick.

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Sara was in her dad's hospital room.

She was with Her mom and Aunt Willa, who were giving the nurses a hard time about her dad's care. She couldn't tell you what it was about, her brain was a million miles away, but she made a note to get those nurses a nice gift along with an apology letter.

Justin's words played over and over in her mind. He did go over to her house, they kissed, he claimed he ended it, but he still gave her hope and made her think there was a chance they would get back together… Why couldn't he just be honest and just tell the truth? Why was he so Gung ho about privacy? Was he embarrassed of her?

"Damn it Child!" Sara looked over to see her Aunt's menacing stare. "Typical, lost in your own world."

Not wanting to argue, she looked around. "Where's mom?"

"To take a phone call. You would know if you weren't so dense." Sara sucked in a deep breath. She wanted so desperately to punch her aunt in the face. Her aunt was looking for a fight. Well she wasn't going to get it. "You're right, I'm sorry."

Willas' eyes widened, expecting an argument, but she kept her mouth shut. Thankfully her mom walked back in. "It was your dad's board, they are in shambles right now. I swear your dad didn't let them in on anything."

"He's married to his work Catherine, I respect a man like that. He made scarifies, and some people need to respect that." Willa glared at Sara, who rolled her eyes.

It was uneventful after that, nurses were in and out of the room, a doctor came in, but there were no changes and the options were the same. Soon after Sara's siblings joined She decided to go to the family home to see the kids. They were probably confused and in a panic. The older ones, like Charlie and Tristan, were in school, so it was just the young ones. Charles and Scott were tired and overwhelmed. She decided to pick up the oldest and take them out to distract them.

Pulling up to the school pick up lane as the kids were being let out, she saw some parents do a double take as they were trying to see if it was really her behind the sunglasses and hat.

She saw Charlie and Tristan trying to spot one of the cars they were familiar with, with having no choice but to give herself up, she leaned her head out the window. "CHARLIE! TRISTAN!"

the older boy spotted her first. "Aunt Sara!" All the parents looked her way, and she heard the whispers. They ran towards her car and got in. "We missed you!"

"I missed you two both so much! Want to get McDonald's and come over to my house?"

"Yeah!" She pulled into the nearest McDonald's. After getting their order she pulled into her garage. Forgetting that she had a house guest she let the kids run downstairs towards her movie theater she had set up. She plated the McDonald's when Justin entered the room "What's going on?"

"Shit!" She jumped and Justin ran over to comfort her but she stepped away. "You scared me. I forgot you were here."

"Aunt Sara, can I have." Charlie came running into the room but stopped, his eyes wide as saucers as he noticed Justin. "Oh my god you're Justin Herbert!"

Justin waved and kneed down. "Yes I am. What's your name?"

Sara laughed as Charlie puffed out his chest. "Charles." He stuck out his hand for the older man to shake. "It's nice to meet you Charles. I'm Justin."

"I know who you are." Sara had to hold back a laugh. Justin laughed. "You like football?"

Charlie nodded. "I'm supposed to like the Steelers, but I like the Chargers since Aunt Sara likes the Chargers." Sara rolled her eyes and Justin's smile got bigger. "Are you her boyfriend?"

"NO!" She jumped in before he could answer. "No, he's a friend of a friend." She could see out of the corner of her eye Justin's face had fallen. "But mom said."

"Don't listen to your mom. Let's go watch our movie." Charlie looked at Justin. "Can you join us?"

"If your Aunt doesn't mind." Great. She couldn't say no to her nephew. "That's fine." She wasn't excited, but she could put up a cordial front. "Did you pick out a movie?"

"Shrek!" She laughed. "That's my favorite! Good choice." Justin looked at her. "I didn't know that was one of your favorites?"

"That's because you didnt pay attention." It didn't mean to be a swipe, but damn it felt good to be sticking it to him. He looked hurt and while she did feel bad, it also felt liberating. She took the food and they went down to the basement. Tristian had no idea who Justin was, the youngest was more of a basketball guy. He was more interested when Justin told him he played in high school. The whole movie Justin was interacting with the boys, talking sports. So much for spending time with her nephew's. Sara went upstairs to throw out the trash. While she was cleaning she was reflecting.

It took every ounce of her not to launch herself into his arms when she saw him. She wanted to make up for lost time, but then she remembered all of the shitty things he did and what he said. He went over to Taylor's place, ate her food, kissed and he couldn't even tell her he was in a relationship. He was only forced to admit it when he was backed into a corner.

"Your nephew's are great." She jumped and saw Justin in the doorway. "I didn't mean to scare you." She shook her head. "It's whatever." There was a few moments of silence before Justin spoke. "Sara -"

"Dont." She shook her head, turning away from him. She felt him approach. "What can I do to prove myself?"

"You might be too far gone for that." She heard his breath hitch "Sara please."

"You know what's the best part?" She turned around. "I knew about Taylor, when you got injured, there was the bear on the counter at your house when your parents were over. I knew it was from her. I wasn't stupid, a woman always knows. I read all of the rumors, how you never confirmed it. I gave you the benefit of the doubt because you were private." She chucked her towel on the counter. "Imagine how fucking stupid I felt when I had to find out from her mouth all of the rumors were true."

"If I could do everything over again I would." Justin was tearing up. "I should have told you everything. I've never been good at disclosing my past because that was that. It's in the past. But I realized how much I hurt you. Baby, seeing you in pain kills me, and it hurts more knowing I caused it."

Sara leaned back against the counter. There was a part of her that wanted to fold at his apology, but the other half wanted to push him away. "Why now?"

"What?"

"Why even bother now? Are you finally realizing that no one would put up with your bullshit?" She turned around again. "Look, I'm sorry I looked through your phone, I understand it's a violation of trust. I know I haven't been the perfect girlfriend but fuck, I think I deserve better than how I was treated. Was I nothing than a glorified fuck buddy maid to you?"

Justin's face dropped, but before he could say something, Charlie and Tristan ran upstairs and into the kitchen. "Justin, can you play Madden with us?" Sara cut in. "You guys need to do your homework."

"We don't have any." She raised her eyebrows. "So if I go through your bookbags I won't see anything that has to be completed for tomorrow?" They shook their heads. "Fine, you can play, Justin can't though cause he's injured."

"I can watch and give you guys some pointers." He told the boys. They cheered and ran back downstairs. He looked back towards Sara. "This isn't over." He followed them.

Maybe she was a little harsh, she knew she wasn't a glorified fuck toy, and they did have good moments together. But damn. It felt good to unleash everything. Drying off her hands she went upstairs towards her bedroom. She had a meeting with Heidi.

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The meeting was so intense, Heidi informed her that people discovered that her dad's company posted on their social media that her dad was on a leave of absence. Followed by tweeting Sara sightings in Pittsburgh, it didn't take them long to figure something out. Sara had her put out a statement requesting privacy.

Then there was the issue of her work schedule. She was set to do early press of Oppenheimer. Then there was a Vanity Fair cover with Austin Butler. That wasn't until June. Luckily Director Nolan decided she could skip the pre promotional tour.

She was so absorbed that she didn't notice her name being called. "Sara!" She jumped. "Oh hi Katie, I'm sorry. I was on a meeting. Heidi, you know my sister Katie." They exchanged greetings before Sara promised the publicist they would talk later. Once she hung up she addressed her sister. "What's up?"

"Do you realize that there is a stranger watching my kids?" Sara sighed and looked at her phone. It was 8pm, she didn't realize she'd been gone that long. "I'm sorry. This meeting went later than expected. We had to put out a statement regarding Dad."

"Yes, I saw it on my way here. Anyways, who is that man? Did you hire him?" Sometimes her sister was dense. "No, that's Justin." Katie's jaw dropped. "Wait, that's him? The guy you have been seeing secretly, which me and the others are stil upset you didn't say anything?"

"Yes, that Justin." She shook her head. "Girl he's fucking tall, how are you able to walk?"

"Being tall doesn't mean you're big like that."

"So he's small?" She shook her head. "I didn't say that either, he's perfectly proportioned to his body."

"Well then he's fucking huge." Before Sara could respond. Katie went back downstairs. Sara followed behind and saw that Justin was talking to Charles while the kids were sitting at the table. Backpacks and coats on. "Say goodbye to Aunt Sara and her friend."

"If you ever come to LA have your Aunt let me know so I can give you tickets and let you be on the sidelines." Charlie's face brightened. "Mom, when can we go to Los Angeles?"

"I don't know. Maybe during winter break next year." Justin smiled and once again got down to the kids level." You have my number let me know so I can hook you up."

"Wow." The kids carefully hugged Justin and Sara was left confused. She was soft and mushy, because Justin interacted so well with her nephew's and they loved him. It was so cute to see. She hated it because it was slowly chipping away at her reserve. Sara followed the family outside where she spent about an hour talking with her sister and brother in law about dad's condition. It was the same. Mom swore he moved his hand but the nurses just thought it was a twitch.

The whole thing was too much. There was even talk about the time limit that the doctors said they should look into taking him off life support. The thought of saying goodbye to her dad left her a mess when she entered the house. Justin was there, and not being able to help it, she found herself crying in his arms. He was rubbing her back, he imagined he'd be a mess if it was his dad in this situation. "Sara."

"They are talking about what to do if he doesn't wake up. Justin, what if he doesn't? Oh god I didn't even get to settle anything with him. What if he dies thinking I hate him?"

"Shhh shh." He had to stop her from having a panic attack. He led her to the couch where she cuddled up to him. Justin was just glad she didn't push him away. As much as he wanted to chalk it up as progress, it was probably because she was terrified and he was the only one there.

This was confirmed after a few minutes, she got off of him and bid him goodnight with no emotion and headed upstairs. Justin sighed and inhaled her scent on his top.

He wanted this feeling back again, and he was going to do whatever it took.

#justin herbert #nfl #Alexa writes collide #los angeles chargers

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hatwcc · 2 years ago

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Angel and Huxley as Twins

I have always had this thought of Angel and Huxley being like non-identical Twins(I'm gonna turn this into a fic, but it will probably be masc Angel, I’m keeping this gender neutral though)

This is kind of long so heads up!

When they were younger, both of them being attached to the hip and it was almost impossible to get the two of them to separate from each other even just for a few minutes

Both of them having a really big love for nature and hanging out in the forest behind their house a lot.

Huxley and Angel spending a lot of time in their backyard, planting things in the garden.

Both helping the other study for school from elementary to high school.

Angel meeting Michael and becoming a little distant from Huxley and their parents.

Huxley and Angel still being close until their senior year of high school, when Angel ran off with Michael to Dahlia without a word and cut contact with Huxley and their moms.

Huxley being really sad because he misses his Twin, and hopes everyday that they come back but they never do.

Angel wishing they never went with Michael after they realized they needed to get out of their relationship with him, missing their family within the first week they left.

Angel leaving Michael and wanting to move back home. But thinking they cant because they left without saying anything, and thinking that their family wants nothing to do with them.

Huxley celebrating his birthday without them and wishing every birthday that they find their way back to him and their parents.

Huxley moving to Dahlia to start a new life and meeting the D.A.M.N squad, Finally happy with his life since his sibling left.

Angel meeting David and seeing a better future for themselves, and having hope that they will reunite with their family.

Angel attempting to find out their parents and brothers numbers after getting in contact with an old friend.

Huxley who hasn’t seen his sibling in 7 years getting a call from an Unknown person claiming to be his sibling.

Huxley agreeing to meet up with them at a local café.

Angel and Huxley reuniting and hugging each other like one of them is going to disappear again.

Angel apologizing for leaving, and telling Huxley that they regret their choice the first week they were gone

Huxley telling them that they don’t need to apologize and that he’s just glad they came back, and that they needed to tell their parents

Huxley and Angel calling their parents and basically having a mini reunion through call

Huxley who is going to hang out with the damn squad that weekend, inviting Angel to join them

Angel accepting the offer and promising to keep in contact with him.

Huxley going home to Damien and telling him about his reunion with his twin.

Damien being happy for Huxley and telling him that he would love to meet his twin.

The weekend comes and Angel meets all of Huxley's friends, and has a great time, and when everyone is leaving Angel invites Huxley to meet their boyfriend and friends to which Huxley agrees.

Huxley finds out from meeting their boyfriend(Mate) that Angel knows about the empowered world and tells them about him being an earth elemental.

Angel being fascinated and asks for more info about being an earth elemental and Huxley being happy that they accept that part of him

Ofc Huxley meeting some of the pack and recognizing a lot of them from the Inversion, catching up with them.

Overall Huxley and Angel having a very close sibling bond

#redacted huxley #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted verse #redacted Angel #redacted David #redacted damien #redacted damn #redacted shaw pack #this is probably gonna be multiple chapters #but im up for the challenge #I have so many ideas with this its crazy #This got a bit angsty sorry #Angel is gender neutral here but they will be masc in the actual fic #This is definitely not everything thats going to be in the fic but its an idea

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churchkey · 1 year ago

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i know webgott isn't exactly the ship you primarily write for but GOD i love the way you write modern david webster in maximum volume (and i love his raport with nix it reminds me so much of my own queer friend group in ways i've yet to articulate properly) and i was wondering if you have any headcanons about their coupling and/or their interactions with their friend group (as a couple or individually)?

Haha oh my god, thank you! That's so nice of you to say! I based them loosely on my cousin and his boyfriend, who used to have epic Halloween parties before they got old and decided it was too much work, and if everyone loved it so much, they could damn well volunteer to host it themselves. Alas, no one did.

But David and Joe are still young and fun so let's talk about them. I feel like you should win a prize or something because this is officially the FIRST Webgott ask I've ever received. I do have a few headcanons about them, which did not make it into the fic because I mean, for christ's sake, the thing is already way too long. Anyway, if you'll just follow me...

Even though they knew and liked each other in high school, I don't think they got together until later. Like one time in college they bumped into each other on campus and it was like "I always had a crush on you" - "same" and then they were inseparable. They got married kinda young, around 24 or 25 (I imagined them right around 30 in the fic) and their families were like "... are you SURE you don't want to wait a little longer?" But they don't listen to anyone else, naturally, because what the hell do they know?

I also envisioned them as having gone on some long bike-camping trip up the coast on a tandem bike just before they decided to get married, and something very profound happened on this trip, maybe it just challenged them in ways they'd never been tested before, and they met and overcame those obstacles together and it sort of cemented their bond as a couple. Because if you can successfully ride a tandem with your partner, you can probably weather any storm.

They used to have threesomes with George back in the day but they don't anymore. David and George are good buddies (I've always felt strongly about this, based solely on how George was kind of nice to Webster in that episode when he comes back from the hospital and is just being such a clueless dick). They go see bands together and to see midnight showings of cult movies and stuff like that. Joe actually thinks that if David weren't with him, he and George would be a good couple.

David still has a little teeny tiny crush on Mr. Winters. He wished he knew he was gay when he actually had him as a teacher, but he totally understands why he wasn't out at work.

As mentioned in Ch. 1, they're both journalists. Joe is a sports writer for the major metro daily, David writes for a local news/arts/culture blog. This means they're always out somewhere covering a game or event or whatever, which works for them because the true secret to their success as a couple is their own selfish pursuits of what makes them happy as individuals. They're good at giving each other space to do whatever the fuck they want, knowing that at the end of the day, they don't want anything else as much as they want each other.

Everyone assumes they're about one big blow up away from divorce, but they're actually surprisingly stable. They truly enjoy each other's company and are just as content tending to their flower beds together as they are going to a party or out to the bars with their friends. They worship their cats. They have a Sunday ritual (h/t @anthrobrat) of reading the entire Sunday paper, section by section, David reading the gossip page out loud and being appalled at the list prices of houses in the Real Estate section and saving the Food section because they might actually try one of the recipes this week (they never do). At their core, they're basically just a couple of old queens sliding comfortably into middle age, though their friends would be shocked to see this side of them.

Idk... this is honestly the most I've ever thought about them so I hope it fits with what you were thinking, or at least makes sense with their little cameos in the story. Thanks for the ask, it's always fun to explore and imagine. And thank you so much for reading my stuff! I appreciate you and everyone else who takes the time to read my work so very much. Take care 😍❤️

#band of brothers #fic writing #webgott #lovely asks #to be played at maximum volume

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calmbluebellsstarm · 2 years ago

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A Witch’s Slumber

Chapter 2

The lost boys x OC

The boys really didn’t know what to make of their previous night, David just wanted to forget and remind them what Max does on his own time wasn’t any of their business. All going out into the lights of the board walk to forget and cause their usual nightly chaos.

“Boys.” David smirked as he saw an opportunity on the carousel, with that they followed David. David saw a girl sitting next to a surf nazi and took the chance to steal his date for a bite, her boyfriend and friends didn’t take too lightly to that and both groups nearly started a brawl on the ride had it not been for the security guard,Big Ed. Keeping david in a head lock and looking at the rest of the delinquent boys, once again telling them to get off the board walk along with the other group and releasing David. Dwayne, Paul and Marko jumping off the carousel walking along side it as david walked on the ride till he saw that damned photo, snatching it from the floor and jumping off the ride to look at his brothers.

“Who brought it?” His voice sounded impatient already. Marko was quick to answer.

“Hey don’t look at me, Paul grabbed it from Max’s room.” Paul snapping his neck at Marko who had been ready to toss him under the bus, ready to defend himself, till Dwayne interrupted.

“I did. Forgot I had it in my pocket when we ran. We can just toss it.” Trying to sound as cool toned and trying to downplay his reason. David snapped in response “And if Max sees it missing?!”

“Then we can stop by the video store and see if he’s there so we can put it back in his room.”

They didn’t really have much more options than that, so with that they set off to the video store.

Max having an agitated look on his face seeing his boys walk in walking around his counter. The last time the boys were in there they had gotten into a fight with a few customers recking half the store. Max hated how chaotic they acted, what he was thinking when taking them under his wing he sometimes forgets. Though occasionally he’ll see a family walk into the store and remember why, a family of his own. One he controls, where they follow his exact words without question, it sounded more like followers but he digressed.

“I told you not to come in here.” And that’s all they needed to make sure he’d been too busy to head to his home soon and went off. David sent Paul inside to put the photo back where he’d found it while the rest waited outside in case Max were to return early out of paranoia. A few minutes turned into 10 minutes then 20 and that’s was enough time for david.

“He probably got distracted.”Dwayne sounding defeated, Marko smirked and let out a chuckle.

“I mean that chick is kinda cute” David not wanted to wait any longer stomped into the house, Marko and Dwayne trailing right behind. All froze when they heard the heart monitor from downstairs hearing it’s flatline and the smell of blood, fearing their brother couldn’t control himself.

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An endless dark abyss, I have no idea how long I’ve been stuck in this slumber. Had it not been for Max occasionally speaking to me I might’ve gone insane, no matter how much I despise that wicked man. That maddening beeping however might as well been considered torture with how long I’ve had to hear it for who know how long, I missed the times before it came into this slumber. I wished for something to end this dark dream,anything anyone until I finally heard them.

A group of confused men knowing they shouldn’t have seen me let alone in the home. Wait,Ive heard them before? I heard one step close, I tried to move, to wake up, to call out for help. I sensed a hand on me without physically feeling anyone and that was enough have enough strength to least set off the heart monitor. Unfortunately they ran, stuck alone again, I gave up any hope of anyone finding me a long time ago. Nothing was supposed to be different as time passed on but I heard him.

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Paul placed the photo back where he’d found it in Max’s room but stopped, his interest still peaked about the girl in the glass coffin. Letting his curiosity get the better, unlocked and entered the room. Seeing her still in the same position and they found her the previous night, he had wondered did Dwayne touching the glass trigger something? He stepped close and decided to speak to her, not even sure if she could hear him, even know he was there.

“Hey sleeping beauty.”He chuckled to himself, tapping the glass with his knuckle to see any reaction, still she laid with no response.

“You’re kinda less creepy up close. Sorry for bothering ya last night, if it helps Marko was the one who wanted to come here we just didn’t know you were here.” Feeling awkward at the one sided conversation he grows quiet let’s put a sigh. “One day you’ll get out of your glass cage.” gently settling his hand on the glass over where her’s lied, along side a soft smile,with that Paul turned to the door.

“No!no!no! Please! Don’t leave me here!” I tried to move, to say anything. I don’t care who was there I just didn’t want to be alone in this abyss listening to Max’s constant taunting. I wanted to scream, cry, thrash around like a toddler, anything that would call out for help. All these years of constant silence, that nuisance machine making sure I’m alive, Max’s nonsense conversation, I couldn’t stand it anymore! My eyes after who know how many years opened to see a wild long hair blonde outside the glass walking towards the door, I tried to speak but had trouble words out.I took my finally shot at calling for help by flinging myself at the glass,unfortunately it broke too easily. The man turned around startled at the sound glass shattering pulling him down with me to break my fall.

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David Dwayne and Marko rushed up stairs to find paul sitting on the floor of the doorway surrounded by broken glass and the girl on the floor between his legs hugging his stomach with pieces of glass in her right foot. Paul looked to be in shock, looking down at her still processing what just happened while holding this girl. All 4 too shocked to say anything until the girl loosened her grip on paul to look up at them, looking into her chestnut eyes, eyes they felt could’ve brought death back if stared into too long.

“Th…thank you.” A simple sign of gratitude weighed down from years of not being able to speak.

Paul still in shock of what just occurred could only utter a few words.

“…No problem.”

#the lost boys 1987 #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x oc #I swear the chapters will be longer later sorry

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miasiegert · 1 year ago

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Dear Cats Tumblr,

I am writing this from the Heaviside Layer. It was not time for the Jellicle Ball but Deuteronomy took pity on me when I did the Mr. Krabs "Oh no." If I get reborn as Macavity 2.0, please let me ride the Choo Choo Train or I'll go for Mistoffelees instead. No Sparklebutt for ANYONE!

Love,

For real, I am LAUGHING SO DAMN HARD! And some explanations!

Seriously that's hardcore to go back SO FAR in my tumblr. Can I give you an award? Here's an imaginary award. You're amazing!

100% proof that I don't understand Tumblr since most of my posts were asking how to use Tumblr. I'm NOT joking or doing pretend old jokes for clout. I legit don't understand Tumblr.

I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO MESSAGE THE TWEEK X CRAIG AND BLUNDER FOLK AND I'M SO VERY SAD

The boyfriend I mention is DAVID!

The farting tire comment was from when I had friends together, I believe for a Halloween party, and I put on CATS against everyone's will (they LIKED it) and she came late and well, I mean, she's not wrong... At the time, it was my dear friend Nathan Patrick Morgan as Deuteronomy who had a habit of randomly yelling or typing "Poop," including on a picture of his GORGEOUS costume of The Jeweler in Phantom (Ensemble, Piangi Understudy) and I replied with, "NOT IN THE $40,000 COSTUME!" and apparently I made everyone's day. Yes, I'm always like that. It's a problem, really. LOL

Also proof I am an absolute nerd.

7. If people are going back, I do want to address one thing. There is a cryptic redacted post that some will see referencing a video that I sadly had to unlist. My ex and I did a RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING cosplay as Tumble and Pounce doing the "Jizz in my Pants" song and someone in the show I thought I was tight with decided to post it all over FB, which was funny at the time... until I found out some stuff was said about me that was really, really transphobic and crude. If you have to know, in my book SOMEBODY TOLD ME, the chat with Lee following "he's not your friend" with all the persons (please do not pirate--we get paid for legit library copies and of course get paid for sales and I live in a trailer that's breaking so paying for heat is important!), it was the direct quote.

I wish I didn't have to take it down. It was very silly and funny and I have a terrible sense of humor (said ex and I went as Tumble and Pounce dressing up as Terrance and Philip from South Park at a con... I don't take shit seriously). But during the "And when we're holding hands it's like having sex with me" part, we held hands, swinging them happily, paused, went "Ew!" and let go.

I had a LOT of cats cosplay videos that unfortunately had to go. :( I'm really sorry I can't share! If I ever find a tame one, I will!

Cats... and Flatulent Tires..?

‎"What I can’t understand is why they’re standing on a tire that’s farting fog.“ -my friend’s GF.

If I can get through the show without dying as soon as Deut and Grizz get on the tire, I’m celebrating.

#cats the musical #cats musical #true story

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shhhhyoursister · 5 years ago

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uh hi so i wrote that first autistic matteo thing and it felt really good and i want to write more so im gonna write this one thats less sweet and is also maybe me just?? completely projecting??? but thats not new!!!!!

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Matteo flipped through the shirts and sweaters hanging in his closet, and he frowned, and stared flicking his fingers on the hand that had been resting calmly at his side. He started looking through them again, the other way, wondering if he had missed the sweater he was looking for. Once he had gone through them again, and then again, and he realized that the sweater he wanted definitely wasn’t there, his frown deepened, and he started bouncing on his toes a little.

“What time were we supposed to be leaving again?” David said from the bed, where he was lazily scrolling on his phone, already dressed, and Matteo couldn’t focus enough to remember, so he stayed silent.

They were going to hang out with Jonas and Hanna, and Matteo knew that they were probably running late, but he was still standing in front of his closet, bouncing, his fingers twitching at his sides, completely dressed except for his bare torso.

He went over to his hamper and started searching through it, trying to remember the last time he had worn his cream-colored sweater with the red pattern. It had to have been recently, as it was one of specific clothing items that Matteo wore often, usually for multiple days in a row. Once he had dug through, and still couldn’t find it, he felt his stomach clench with a familiar feeling.

Some days, Matteo didn’t give a fuck what he wore. He would grab random shit out of his drawers and closet and end up with an outfit that barely matched, but he didn’t care as long as he was clothed. David would usually fondly tease him for the interesting combinations of patterns and fabrics that Matteo would manage to pull on.

And then there were the days where he wanted to wear specific things. Needed to. Like, actually, legitimately needed to. His gray sweatpants, his weird purple jacket, his blue sweatshirt, and lots more, even including some things that he had stolen from David (he hadn’t stolen it, David was more than happy to give up a sweater and a couple of shirts in exchange for a few of Matteo’s). And, his cream-colored sweater with the red pattern, the one he was looking for, and couldn’t find.

“Matteo?” he heard David say as he moved on to dig through a drawer in his dresser, rocking a little as he frantically pushed aside a bunch of shirts and sweatshirts and other things that weren't his sweater. Again, he didn’t answer.

His hands started twitching as his sides as his eyes flit around the room, trying to think if there was anywhere else it could be, and he got an idea. Without saying anything he left the room, ignoring David calling his name, and started searching through the rest of the flat. He couldn’t find it in the kitchen, and by the time he had moved onto the next room David had followed him.

“Matteo, what’s going on? We need to go soon.” He looked annoyed, in a way that David almost never did, and Matteo bit his lip as he felt a wave of shame and panic wash down his spine.

“Have you seen that sweater i have with the red...whatever on it?” He was too focused on looking around the room to explain more, and he hoped David knew what he meant.

“I don’t know? I think you wore it a few days ago, I don’t remember. Can you get dressed so we can leave?”

Matteo stopped for a second to look over at David, who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, and a smile on his face that seemed a little forced.

He knew that David had been going a little stir crazy being stuck in the flat with a Matteo who was coming down from an intense sensory overload that had happened a few days prior, but no matter how many times Matteo told him that he was okay to be alone for a little while, David refused to leave. It was the third day, and David had been showing obvious signs of restlessness.

“I want to wear it.” Matteo said back, hoping that David would understand. He was feeling a weird embarrassment that he only felt around David when he was doing something like this, something that was annoying and inconvenient because of his autism. He started flicking his fingers again, his nails digging in a little more, when David frowned.

“I don’t want to be late, Matteo, can you wear something else?“

Matteo froze. He knew that David knew that he preferred wearing certain items, that it made him feel good and calm, and could probably even name the clothes that Matteo wore the most. But he didn’t understand the feeling that was twisting Matteo’s insides up and made him grab onto his arm, and start scratching his nails under the sleeve at even just the suggestion of wearing something else.

“I- I,” Matteo stuttered for a moment, not able to get the words out through the mixture of shame and anxiety and whatever that other thing was that was filling him up, and he slid his hands into his own hair and started tugging a little as he finally got out, “No. I can’t.”

He was kind of hoping that he looked desperate enough, and was sure that he did, with the way that he was grabbing his own hair and bouncing on his toes, and he had no idea what expression was on his face but it was enough to make the annoyed look on David’s face turn into his concerned one, and Matteo made a small sound out of relief.

“Okay, hey, that’s okay,” David said, as he took a few steps closer, leaving about a foot of space between him and Matteo as he reached his hand out and asked, “can I touch you?”

Matteo nodded his head jerkily, and David smiled before stepping forward and loosening Matteo’s grip, and let Matteo squeeze his hands instead. Matteo took another step forward and dropped his head to David’s shoulder, and took in a deep, shaky breath,

“Do you want me to help you look? I can text Jonas and say that we’re going to be a little late.” David said,and when Matteo moved his arms to squeeze around his waist, he started stroking his hand down Matteo’s back, pressing a little harder then he might have usually, but the pressure felt amazing and even slightly helped loosen the feeling in his gut.

Matteo nodded, and pulled away so he could grab David’s hand to lead him to his room. He started looking through his closet again, searching through the stuff on the floor, while David texted Jonas and started looking through his dresser. They searched silently for a few minutes, Matteo feeling less of the shame but still all of the thing that made him want to call Jonas and cancel their plans so he didn’t have to think about the possibility of having to wear something else.

“Found it!” he heard David call from the dresser, and he whipped around, a grin growing on his face as David held the sweater up with a grin of his own. He walked over and slid it on over his head, and hummed as he pushed his arms in, and then let the sleeves flop over his hands so he could rub the fabric on his face.

“Feel better?” David said, sliding his hands onto Matteo’s hips and pulling him a little closer. Matteo took a few steps and collapsed onto David, and smiled when he heard him chuckle.

“Yeah, way better,” Matteo sighed into David’s shoulder, and then turned his head a little and bit his lip before saying, “I’m sorry I made us late.”

“No, don’t apologize, I should be the one apologizing,” David said, pulling away a little so he could look Matteo in the eyes (who tried to return the gaze, he really did, but ended up looking at David’s nose after a second), “I was being a dick, i didn’t realize that it was something you needed. I’m just glad we found it.”

“You found it,” Matteo said, pulling David in again, getting a hand in his hair, “and you weren’t being a dick.”

They hugged for a moment, Matteo feeling almost overwhelmed but in a good way with the feeling of David squeezing him tight, finally wearing the sweater, his fingers sliding through David’s hair, and he was even a little more excited to hang out with their friends.

David only pulled away when his phone buzzed, and Matteo whined before grabbing onto the back of his shirt and clenching his hand in the fabric, and followed when David didn’t stop. He wasn’t ready to give up the feel of David pressed against him so he draped himself on David’s back, his arms winding around his waist and squeezing a little.

“Oh, shit,” David said, and laughed a little, before dropping his head back onto Matteo’s shoulder and saying, “they just cancelled on us.”

“Oh no,” Matteo said, in an exaggerated sarcastic tone, “I guess that means we need to stay here and cuddle.”

David snorted as Matteo pulled away to tug him onto the bed, and pushed David onto his back so he could curl up on his chest. He rubbed his cheek against the fabric of David’s shirt and smiled when he heard just as sarcastically from above him, “Oh no, how terrible!”

“It really is,” Matteo said, feeling more relaxed and content than he had in days, that feeling growing as David slid his arms around Matteo’s waist and held him tight, “truly the greatest tragedy of the decade.”

#davenzi fic #davenzi fanfic #druck fic #druck fanfic #davenzi #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #matteo x david #autistic matteo #noggins #haha catch me almost having a meltdown over not fiinding something earlier #i wish i had a boyfriend like david damn #at least i had harri to whine at thanks harri youre the real mvp

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sollucets · 3 years ago

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writing masterpost

does what it says on the tin. last update 7/24/23

general ao3 link

my fic tag on here

ocean eyes’ specific fic tag

the sky full of stars (on our way up) series tag

please mind cw tags in the fics themselves! be well 💜

the eclipse:

series: the sky full of stars (contains choices, unknown star, on our way up)

fic: choices

e12 akkayan and the path to public affection. approximately equal parts genuine emotion about coming out and constant flirting. t, 8500 words

fic: unknown star

postcanon akkayan on what would be their graduation day. very sappy soft h/c content here. t, 3200 words

fic: on our way up [wip]

slice of life style domestic postcanon akkayan. aye goes to college & akk goes to therapy: the fic. currently at 21k words (7/24/23)

fic: listen close, i'll say it loud

several grouped prompts on the theme of akk and aye's long-distance relationship post-our skyy 2. t, 6900 words

fic: celestial navigation

crossposted various akkayes from prompts. usually but not always soft & fluffy. t, 7100 words as of 7/24/23

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between us:

fic: stay close

canon-compliant, gentle and tentative hair care intimacy fic for winteam. soft with slight h/c. t, 5100 words

fic: your quietest feeling

episode tag for e9. soft and sad and extremely exhausted nightmare h/c for win. made several people cry, t, 2000 words

💜

moonlight chicken:

fic: horizon line

heart/li ming h/c written in response to the e7 preview. hugs & crying on the floor of leng's apartment

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only friends:

series: not the doorways we had hoped for

prerelease giga-angst bad decisions only friends fanfic centering my baby boy & favorite chewtoy san, set to richard siken quotes. various ratings & 11500 words overall.

contains: wish it was mine (t, raysan, light physical h/c) + but none of them are ours (e, raysan, emotionally painful pwp) + to be like him (m, santop, failure hookups)

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shadowhunter chronicles:

fic: midnight hour

canon-compliant, between book 3 --> red scrolls of magic. soft h/c moment for new relationship malec. t, 4800 words

fic: shining through

5+1 things that’s actually 6+1 re: alec being made to wear colorful clothing. canon-adjacent if not compliant, very sweet. t, 15500 words

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redacted asmr:

series: rest with your vampire mate [m4a] [post-inversion]

sam aftershock & some associated events. t, 12000ish words over all parts

contains: wolf out of water (darlin & william), mind in the moment (darlin & sam), part of the promise (darlin & sam, darlin & david, angel)

series: your boyfriend tells you he’s magic [m4a]

unconnected set of redacted magic reveal fics. t overall

contains: plausible deniability (asher/babe werewolf reveal, early canon, 2500 words) & bring me a dream (elliott/sunshine pre-relationship magic reveal, 4400 words)

fic: ocean eyes [wip]

canon-adjacent poly sam/darlin/angel/david development fic featuring my listener ocs. lots of significant eye contact and yearning. t, 28000 words (in january 2023)

fic: synesthete

caelum & freelancer have a conversation. pre-DAMN. softe with slight h/c. g, 2100 words

fic: circuit breaker

post-inversion, william watches lovely for an afternoon. h/c. t, 3300 words

fic: painkiller

geordi/cutie, extremely gentle headache h/c. fun text formatting. t, 1700 words

fic: refractions

gavin/freelancer pre-confession pining on an aquarium date. overcautious m rating, 4200 words

fic: riparian

brachium pov w/ elliott/sunshine, realizations about the bond beyond death. t, 2000 words

fic: no exit

avior/starlight, pre-canon & pre-relationship. tentative trust & void experiments. t, 3200 words

fic: cinnamon

avior/starlight, post-canon domestic niceness because they deserve it. t, 3300 words

fic: floodgates open

my rasmr ficlet assortment; i started crossposting these to tumblr at the huxlasko chapter. non-tumblr snips in this collection include cute milo/sh, angsty darlin, & some gav/fl flirting. all of the prompts i did in may 2022 are in there

#my fic tag #its a masterpost #housekeeping

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bloodypeachblog · 2 years ago

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@festens-oc-hangout

Peach's thoughts/relationships (I guess? I dunno) on everyone

Marcus: Soulmate, grade A husband material. Can be a dumbass, but that makes him hotter somehow. Loving the yandere thing and always smells nice. If he proposed, she'd for sure say yes.

David: Also husband material and soulmate. Can get annoyed by his teasing, but she knows he's just kidding around and doesn't mean it. Loves that he's a vers. Same thing if he proposed.

Corn: Kind of scary at times, but still deserves all the hugs. Never caffeinate.

Nia: Still causes her to freeze up when she talks to her because she's just so damn GORGEOUS. Great girlfriend.

Sun: First person Peach bonded with, so they're very close. The goodest of bois, but needs to take it down a notch. Deserves love and snuggles.

Moon: Peach's 'first', so also very close. Loves that he cares so much for her. Can see the creepiness factor others see, but Moon knows to tone it down when she's around. Also deserves love and snuggles.

Chester: You know that song "Ghost Love Score" by Nightwish? Yeah, that.

Jeom: Almost like a father figure, but would be weird to call him that since they fuck occasionally. More like a fatherly-type lover. But regardless, she respects him and they enjoy each others company.

Remus: He is bebi and needs to be protected while also dominated (respectfully, of course)

Vlad: Subconsciously wants to melt the ice in his heart, but knows it's not her place. Was scared of him at first, but once they got to know each other and slept together, it could be possible for something to bloom, but she's ok if nothing did.

Moses: Dude bro. Pals. Siblings maybe?

Isaac: Same as Moses.

Sanchez: HOLY FUCK HE'S HOT. Feels a bit weird being the fuck buddy of her boyfriend's previous incarnation, but the sex is so intense that she ends up ok with it.

Atanase: Finds him hot, but would not fuck him because she don't like him. Wishes he'd lay off on Corn a bit.

Freddy: Sees him like the father she never had. She goes to him to talk sometimes about things that are bothering her and he gives her advice.

Chica: Besties 4 life, girlfriend!!

Roxanne: Bitch.

Monty: No real issues with him. Finds he can be a bit pervy because of the 'rockstar' persona, but glad that at least he backs off when he knows a move is unwanted.

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quokkacore · 4 years ago

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can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]

summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.

pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff

warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness

song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)

masterlist

Friday, July 22rd, 1977

The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!"

You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.

The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston.

Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.

Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.

What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on.

Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.

The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73.

The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.

You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day.

Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.

So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.

When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"

You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were.

"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial.

"Are not," you protested like a child.

"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."

You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours.

Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy.

You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily.

Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning.

Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him.

"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface."

He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."

Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey."

He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.

"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"

"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you."

You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."

You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak.

"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."

"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.

"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.

"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."

Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"

"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you.

"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."

You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone.

"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."

"I have a thing?"

"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."

Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?"

Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"

You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does."

"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."

"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did.

"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage."

"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."

Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.

“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”

Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees."

Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life.

Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?"

Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight.

"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time.

“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.

“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.

“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”

Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss.

Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid.

A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?

You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.

It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did.

And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless.

“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”

He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground.

He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap.

You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said.

Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen.

"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out.

"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."

So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him.

He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin.

Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy.

"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"

"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin.

"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?"

"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted."

"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."

The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit.

"Told you."

His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still.

"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.

Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder.

“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered.

Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.

Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.

"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now.

"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside."

He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours.

"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours.

The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.

Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch.

They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.

When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.

He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.

"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders.

"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.

"Not good enough," He insisted.

"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.

"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"

"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes

“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”

Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.

“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”

Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yeah,” You said with a nod.

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”

“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”

You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.

So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head.

“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.”

Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”

You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."

"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.

"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?"

"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.

"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"

"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!"

Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.

Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."

"D-Doie, harder!"

Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…

Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before.

"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded.

"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!"

Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer.

Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.

You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.

"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"

"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"

"Please! Oh, please—"

The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.

When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath.

"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.

Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds.

"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."

"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.

"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."

He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.

"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl."

You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.

Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast.

Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.

Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis.

Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.

"Can you feel it yet, princess?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"

"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"

"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"

You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie."

"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"

Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"

"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"

Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.

You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach.

You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.

Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.

"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore."

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