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luffyvace · 1 year ago

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STRAW HAT HEADCANONS

YUP YUP

as a thx for being patient for me not posting all day-

you get the whole crew!! :)

(some of these are based off true stories i’ve heard of from my friends 😭🧍‍♀️)

Luffy

never a peaceful day goes by

hes the type of guy that has to make noise if it’s “too silent”

like bro can’t we get some peace and quiet??

thrives in chaos

his eye to hand coordination is on point bc this man doesn’t think before he does ANYTHING

steals things from his crew even

if he sees something he likes he just takes it

he goes into the bathroom, puts boogers on the tissue then leaves

doesn’t even take it off or flush it

the next person who has to use that bathroom is mortified

when nami finds out and holds a whole meeting to find out who did this terrible act of crime

they find out it’s him he just laughs

per usual

stop this madness.

(he doesn’t)

Zoro

also a menace

not as straightforward with it though

its more like if he gets water everywhere when washing his hands

or spills his drink when pouring it

or pee all over the toilet

he’s kinda like oh whoops

(for future reference- my apologies for who ever you simp for here bc these headcanons don’t hold back)

anyway

sometimes he doesn’t shower after he trains

and just walks in the kitchen full body REEKING 😭😭😭

seriously dude take a shower

”i’ll cool off eventually”

THAT AINT GONNA GET RID OF THE STENCH

it makes me doubt he changes his underwear often enough

he leaves empty water bottles everywhere

it’s worse in the crows nest trust

Nami

thankfully this poor victim isn’t nearly as much as a menace

as long as you pay your beli

is genuinely willing to wait as long as it takes to get that money

and if you die she’s taking your life insurance

if your a pirate and have none she probably just takes whatever money and belongings you own

if it’s gems she’ll keep them but otherwise

she sells your clothes and other stuff that’s not worth much

smells like flowers

yes i said it

every time she comes out the shower something chaotic has happened

ah what a refreshing shower..

WHAT DO YOU MEAN LUFFY UPSET ANOTHER GOD 😱

😡✊ 🤣 💥 😓 😑

you can guess what happened

Usopp

his luck heavily fluctuates

sometimes he can get away with stealing. from. nami.

wow.

to other times getting blamed for farting

by luffy

and no one likes that feeling

has a better fashion sense but just chooses to dress how he does

no reason really

he can do hair and paint nails

nail painting he learned from kaya

would love horse back riding if he tried

he would suck at first tho

likes little children but they always end up beating him up for some reason

‘his cooking isn’t that good!’

‘let’s jump him!’

‘yeah!!’

besides the usopp pirates—they just do

Sanji

he could pull if he just stopped simping so hard

opla sanji is proof

his favorite thing to cook is spicy foods

him and chopper bond over spices bc some are good for your health and all

chopper sometimes recommends new herbs to put in foods

and vice versa for medicine

he helps chopper shop for herbs and such

if zoro wasn’t his big brother it was def be sanji

i love this duo it need more screen time

Sanji is a natural with children

which is why i wanna know why he ain’t wifed up yet?!

still hasn’t had his first kiss

prob would’ve genuinely married pudding if she was regular girl or at least not a big mom pirate

Chopper

sweetest person ever

looks up to all the straw hats

so he picks up bad habits from them

and is influenced by them easily

they use him as a tie breaker for stuff

they all bribe him to picking they’re option

usually robin, nami, sanji or zoro wins

robin bc she uses her psychological knowledge

nami bc she offers to buy his doctor stuff (which is rare)

sanji bc they have a close bond and relate to each other

and zoro bc they’re bond too (and bc he scares him sometimes- like that time in water 7)

asks people to help him with his doctor research

everyone was willing until the time usopp had diarrhea

then he could only convince luffy to do it 😭

Robin♥︎

her stare scares the rest of the straw hats

if it’s not a genuine smile and more like a distant stare that is

shes always observing and watching

theres no hiding secrets from her

she’s knows all

she actually reminds me of a friend i had irl and idk how to feel abt it

she wasn’t a bad person

she was just

just like robin 🧍‍♀️

anyway

i wonder if robin would read stephen king?

she would prob big up the book

only for them to find out it’s pretty dark

she prefers tea over coffee any day

its healthier w more health benefits

it just suits her taste pallet more

plus it doesn’t stain your teeth yellow n stuff..

Franky

SO LOUD

the second he gets up-

SUPERRRRRRR

its kinda annoying

he doesn’t care much if you don’t like it

Luffy is louder ok

your fine

wants robin to think he’s cool

if you don’t get something he said he doesn’t feel like repeating himself

either leaves out more details the more he explains it

or stares at you until you get it

constantly requesting american food for dinner

he doesn’t mind noodles and other around the world dishes

but can he get some pizza??

is that too much??

actually such a kind and considerate person

can relate to sanji on his kindness and empathy being his superpower

♡♡BROOK♡♡

needs so much more attention

the only one who still laughs at his skull jokes are luffy and chopper

sometimes usopp if it was a good one

loves to exchange books with robin but..

sometimes they’re a bit scary

(dude your a skeleton…YOUR SCARY-)

robin listens to him well bc he has a wealth of knowledge

he is 90 after all

maybe brook gets his clothes tailored??( bc who makes clothes so skinny a skeleton could fit them?!)

can play instruments no ones ever even HEARD OF before

randomly re-realizes his generation of people is dead

like now he has to accommodate with the youngsters 😭

i mean people in one piece live pretty long

but still they’re not out here kickin it n allike they used to

like rayliegh-

except he’s younger-

way younger-

ok so maybe whitebeard

but he was still jukin-

IDK MAN

one piece people are weird..

JINBEI

idk much about him especially but imma try

he’s so cool

he can prob cook really well

has very good survival and leader skills

plus instincts

wait how old is he??

looked it up he’s 46

so he’s the 2nd oldest

technically would be first if brook wasn’t a moving pile of bones

yohohoho!

my apologies your right this is jinbei.

i feel like he can dance

like he knows traditional dances of all sorts

i mean he could travel under water pretty fast

he should be able to visit different places right?

besides, he was a warlord

of course he did!

i feel he wouldn’t be a simp

as in for boa specifically

like he’s like i got too much going on to simp over some youngster

ik he ain’t real old or anything

but my dude a grown man

bro ain’t got time

he’s too busy being himothy

i feel he’d like poems

jinbei’s was like the most serious one. and that was still all over the place itself-

i take it back probably chopper or robin

this was fun but it took so long. it’s ok u guys enjoy :). i’m off to watch some anime 🏃‍♀️

oh my GOODNESS. so many tags 🤓

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eviltiddyproductions · 2 years ago

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Vincenzo: Episode 15

We’re finally on 15

also I forget HOW much happens in one episode. they had the pig’s blood thing in that one too

Inzaghiiii !!! the pigeon 🐦

omg her crow era, generally crows remember and attack

she got her whole gang here! I thought Chayoung was going to come to rescue him but the pigeons actually make it more funny

such an unserious show actually

look at Inzaghi blink back omg motherrr

Inzaghi is a boy pigeon?

my beautiful red head art director is about to die

Evil CEO doesn’t scare me at all actually. He’s just physically violent. Evil lawyer lady terrifies me more. She’s so !!???

Bodied Ms Choi

I feel for the art director. My babie

I guess the mother knows that’s her son

When I saw Chayoung alone I thought my girl was going to be attacked

awww their little fist bump

eugh I have a bad feeling

no he’s speaking about the guillotine file

BUILDING PEOPLE RELOCATE !!!

honestly I’m actually really confused by this. I thought the double crossing rn still had a point like he’d come clean about another plan or something. this is just greedy and weird. why change now 💀

oh I think she knows that’s his mom

Oh I assumed she clocked on that fish snack detail

so what was in the letter 🤨

I feel like they drink as much coffee as I do

I KNEW HE HAD THE FILE ON HIM !!!

little bro why are you here. oh he got them a gift

they know about the gold. evacuate the building 😭

I know he’s a little devil in the making but he’s seemed more at home and happy here in 2 minutes than the entirety of his time in the Babel monstrosity. get your shit together little bro !!!

noooo I hope the mom and building people are going to be okay 🙏

I feel like these two evil dumbasses are about to figure out that Chayoung is the way to hurt him

our man looks sooo good actually. his swoop has become permanent since the last episode. I love it

lmaoooo they really think he can play a shaman?! okay slay

he voted for her to be the shaman lmao. look at his laugh 😂

well he’s the shaman regardless

has no one started passing around Vincenzo’s pictures though lmao. art galleries, auditoriums, shamans, he can just show up anywhere and they don’t recognise him at all

Mr Nam managing to be in a get up everytime they do this is actually SO FUNNY

THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD

is this adrenaline but make it traditional

the flower on his ear !!! my baby girl fr

A beautiful man

the damn pigeon

these three 🤣🤣🤣

a flair for the dramatic, I love these 3 like the whole fan and writing sequence. chef’s kiss

I want this sequence framed. MY BEAUTIFUL BABIES.

him fanning her. a true gentleman 💀💗

Evil brother CEO is actually insane like wdym he killed 4 of his classmates when he was young ???

little himbo evil brother SAVE yourself. get out of there

not Ms Chayoung’s anti drug agenda 💀😭 #real

Kdramas sometimes go full Indian TV with the amount of things that happen in 20 episodes ngl

probably one of the first times Jung is experiencing someone switching up on him at the last moment. that's what your company does all the time lol, you deserve it 😘

honestly who could believe our man was a corn salad (even i can't spell his job lmao) in Italy and part of the mafia. look at him acting for like the 800th time. the shaman is the best performance till now though! 10/10

'fate smiles most generously on brave souls and frowns mildly on those with no backbone' bars

the life page looks so good except i think Babel will gun for this man

adore this shaman track because i get to see my man with a small flower 🌼

I saw a car trying to run over Mr. Cho again and immediately thought evil lawyer lady was around

slay Mr. Cho slay

no they're going to go after his mom no no no 😭😭😭 (kinda surprised it took them this LONG to dig into his personal life lol talk about being overconfident)

take someone else instead for now. that lady barely has a breath left omg nooo. let one parent and child stay goodbye

Evil Lawyer lady and CEO when I get my hands on YOU

At least they know about Babel knowing about the building and the file

Oh no is Mr Cho about to die....

NO NO NO NO NO IT'S MR AN I AM GOING TO HURL NOOOOOOO

wait no it's just the media guy oh my god thank god

#Vincenzo #episode 15 #written update #i really REALLY despise our evil duo i am tired

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sakusasmolesryn · 4 years ago

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KNY - Demon Slayer Kyojuro Rengoku x gn!reader fluff one shot

• Welcome Home •

Summary: Kyojurou comes home from a mission, after being deprived of him, feelings start unfolding and relations go forward

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: Kyojurou Rengoku x gn!reader

It’s been 4 days ever since Kyojuro left for a mission. He mentioned it was quite a bit away, but you didn’t expect him to be gone for this long. You’ve been training under his wing for over a year now and you’ve made a lot of progress since then. You’ve been a demon slayer ever since you were 14, but it wasn’t till recently you started working with a hashira in hopes of becoming one. Rengoku saw a lot of potential in you, even if you two were close in age. “You still have plenty of time to become a hashira,” he tells you over and over. “Stay focused, concentrate on your breathing, and set your heart ablaze.”

You spend a lot of time during the day with Kyo. Whenever you’re not training, you, Kyojuro, and Senjuro will have fun together and hang out. You were very close to the Rengoku family, even Shinjuro somewhat enjoyed having you around. Senjuro likes to spy on your training, he likes to tease you about liking his brother.

Even though it’s only been 4 days, you missed him a lot. You couldn’t wait to see him come back home and spend every minute with him. He wasn’t battling an upper or lower moon demon, but 5 amateur demons in a small village north. Perhaps he got held up with another mission? Or maybe he was in a clinic residence? Surely his crow would’ve come and updated you by now. You started getting anxious about his whereabouts when suddenly Senjuro came running towards you screaming.

“[Reader]!! Kyo is home! He just got here!” upon those words, you jumped to your feet faster than lightning, sprinting to the front of the Rengoku manor. “Kyojuro!” You ran to him at full speed tackling him into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re home, big bro! [reader], and I was so worried!” Senjuro joined the tackle as you both laid on top of Kyojuro on the ground. “Well, you both must be happy to see me considering you tackled me to the ground,” Kyojuro stated.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” you looked up at him into his eyes. He looked uninjured but he didn’t look as joyful as always. “How was your mission? And how are you feeling?” You helped both Kyo and Senjuro up and walked alongside them both inside. “My mission was successful. Unfortunately the demons I had to slaughter had pretty bad reasoning forever becoming a demon, I may have even been a little touched by their stories. But I assure you they died peacefully and free from the pain that has been thrown to them. As for me, I feel great. Left without any severe injuries.”

“What took you so long?” Senjuro looked up at his brother with concern. “Ah. After my mission, I was called to join Shinazugawa on his task. He ended up getting another slash so I stayed with him for two days while he was recovering at the Butterfly Mansion. I’m sorry I didn’t send a message. You both must’ve been so worried.”

You took his hand in yours, “Don’t worry about it, Kyo. We’re just glad you’re safe. Now come inside, I’m making dinner. And it’s your favorite! Sweet Potato salad.” You’ve never seen that man run faster into the house, him and his sweet potatoes.

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“Tasty!” You sat next to him as Kyojuro finished off his 5th plate. You chuckled, “I’m so glad you enjoy it. I’ve missed you so much I made sure to make it extra special.” Senjuro finished his plate quite a bit ago and went out to do some garden work before sunset.

“Tasty! Thank you so much, [reader]. I thoroughly enjoyed it. The best meal I’ve had in a hot minute.” His smile was always so bright, and it never failed to make you smile in return. You stood up adjusting your attire and took your and Kyojuro’s bowls to be washed. “It’s starting to get late. The sun will be down soon. I should probably get going,” you said. “I’m really glad you’re home Kyo. Are we training tomorrow?”

“Actually, do you think you could stay here tonight?” he asked. “I want to stay up and have a conversation with you.” He sounded pretty serious, but who were you to decline. “Oh- alright. That shouldn’t be a problem then. Should I tell Shinjuro?” Kyo shook his head, implying his father probably wouldn’t even notice you spent the night, considering he spends most of his time in his room.

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You and Kyojuro sat together in the garden looking up into the stars. “I missed you a lot, [reader] while I was on my mission.” His voice was softer than it normally is, also keeping a low tone since Senjuro and Shinjuro are sleeping. “When I listened to Sanemi talk about how much he missed his girlfriend back home, it made me think about how lucky I am to come home to you, my brother, and my father.” he cleared his throat turning his face towards yours. “Thank you so much, [reader]. For always being there for me and my family.”

You couldn’t help but get a little flush from his words. He always knew what to say to pull your heartstrings. His love and praise always sent butterflies to your stomach, and he cared about you more than anyone else. “I’m hoping that you feel the same,” he breaks the small silence. “I’m hoping that you feel the same way I do about you, [reader]. I realized I want to be with you more than just a friend.” His eyes were filled with love as he stared at you.

“Kyo, where is this coming from? I’m not complaining. But I’m curious.”

“While staying with Sanemi, and hearing about how much he loves his girlfriend, and why. It made me realize that everything he said was the same reason why I love you,” he grabs your hand and places a soft kiss on top of your knuckles. “Please tell me you love me too,”

“I do.”

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You spent that night cuddling with Kyojuro and falling asleep in his arms. The next day, you planned to have a day with just him. You wanted to go to the city and visit shops together, and meet up with Tengen and Obanai for lunch. “Two bowls of udon please.” The four of you sat together enjoying the food and time together. You and Obanai have always been close too. When you first started training under Rengoku, he would visit to join the training as well. But after a while, he stopped coming. Kyojuro believes it’s because he spends his time with Mitsuri.

“We should get going,” Tengen said. “My wives are gonna pester me about not spending enough time with them. “Yeah. I should get going too. Mitsuri and I have plans,” Obanai left behind Tengen leaving you and Kyojuro alone. It was hard to believe that this was the first day of being Kyojuro’s significant other. You were both so open to each other, and nothing felt odd. He was even starting to look more handsome than before, but that may just be because you fall in love with him all over again every time you see him.

“What do you say, [reader]? Shall we head back? We can either go to my residence or yours.” It wasn’t often that he came home with you. He did once but you never invited him back over because your family was kind of loud. As if Rengoku wasn’t loud either. “Let’s go back to your place. My family might be home and I don’t want to deal with them right now.” as the two of you headed back, Kyojuro paused and picked up flowers from the ground, handing multiple to you. “They’re radiant, like you.” Again, his words never fail to swoon.

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For the next two weeks, you and Rengoku spent every moment together. But of course, you had to include Senjuro here and there. You started growing closer and closer, thinking it was impossible since you were already so close. Being with Rengoku felt like time stopped. And that you two were the only ones alive. He showered you in love and appreciation, and he never once allowed you to feel incompetent. He never wants to let you go, and he couldn’t feel more blessed to be with you. “I love you, [reader].”

#rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojurou x reader #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #kimetsu rengoku #kimetsu kyojuro #rengoku x reader #fluff #demon slayer fluff #kimetsu no yaiba fluff

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keelywolfe · 4 years ago

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FIC: The Rose and the Thorn: Chapter 12 (Mafia AU)

Summary: Blue and Rus finally get a chance to talk.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Cherryberry, Mafia AU, Flower Shop AU, Violence, First Meetings

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His confidence in his brother’s love didn’t exactly take a hit on the way downstairs to dinner, but it did give a wobbly sort of jiggle when Blue didn’t say a word to him. Not on the way down, but maybe that was because Edge was right there, Rus told himself. The silence lingered as they stopped off at small washroom to clean up, but that was even worse as a place to chat, adding in the echo of the water running from the fancy taps running into the basin to fill the room along with their Edge-shaped chaperone.

Blue didn’t say a thing aside from faint noises of acknowledgement as Edge made politely chitchat and led them back to the dining room, Rus trailing behind them.

Honestly, Rus hadn’t really thought a meal could be more awkward than breakfast that morning and he was rather unhappy about being proven wrong. Sure, Edge was unfailingly polite, even pulling Rus’s chair out for him like they were on a date in a fancy restaurant. And the food looked delicious when the Dogs brought it out in courses, a creamy tomato soup and salad before a delicate pasta dish, and a sweet orange and honey sorbet for dessert that should’ve had Rus licking the dish clean.

But it could have been a bowl of fried sawdust for all Rus tasted it. For the first time ever, he found himself missing his brother’s somewhat dubious meals. Maybe his recipe for spam fried rice wasn’t gonna land on any Michelin star restaurant menu, and it didn’t taste like the sweet frozen dreams of the sorbet, but the heaps of love that flavored it helped, a lot, more than Rus ever realized.

Guilt was a lot less tasty, Rus found, sitting penny-sharp on the back of his tongue and refusing to be swallowed away. His brother was mostly quiet, picking at his own plate and hardly taking a bite. Even odder, so was Red. Quiet, anyway, he cleared his plate without hesitation, but didn’t say much, and he kept giving Blue little sideways looks. If Rus didn’t know better, he’d almost say the mean old gargoyle was concerned, if there was room in the shriveled, leathery pouch that passed for his soul.

Edge said little, too, his eye lights flicking only briefly to their brothers, and that didn’t exact make Rus eager to drum up any conversation about the newest season of ‘The Umbrella Academy’ on Netflix. In the end, the silence was mostly broken only by the soft clatter of silverware against china, and the Dogs as they cleared it all away.

Rus idly stirred the bright stripe of honeyed syrup into his sorbet, forced himself to take another creamy mouthful. He wondered if the leftovers would find their way downstairs again, if that was the norm or if it were only for special occasions, like a pair of unexpected ‘guests’. Maybe Mona and her co-workers would get a chance to try a little of that pasta, standing around together laughing as they enjoyed some decent food before they went out on the stage. He hoped so, hoped that after a day of their sort of work, they had a treat at the end of the day. Meanwhile, all he had to show for his efforts today was a little healing and a lot of gardening. It was something, he supposed.

For all his past fantasies of interesting places out further in the world, out in some wonderous, mythical place where Humans didn’t look at him like they’d rather he was dust to brush off their shoes, Rus found he was missing the shop. If he’d thought his days were a little repetitive, now he recalled the simplicity of it wistfully; days of designing floral arrangements in complimentary colors, chatting with the customers who wandered in, and making up little backstories for them in his head, idle little daydreams to pass the time. All that silliness and he couldn’t have guessed how far off he was on Edge’s story, winced inwardly to even think of his past assumptions, funeral director, really? Of course, if Red ever set foot in his store, instead of any mental storytelling, he probably would have been discreetly reaching for the can of hornet spray his brother kept under the registers. You know, just in case.

Almost the moment Rus finally set his dessert spoon into his little empty dish, Blue was on his feet, politely wiping his mouth on his napkin, “Well, thank you ever so much for dinner, but I think my brother and I are going to have an early night.”

“yeah, sure, gotta get your rest, baby blue,” Red said easily. He slouched back in his chair, his bony fingers laced together over his broad middle. “gonna have a busy day tomorrow.”

“what…?” Rus started, confused. The rooftop garden wasn’t in that poor condition, was it? He wouldn’t have believed Blue’s expression could get any tighter until it did and Red didn’t wait for Rus to come up with a better question, only eased down from his chair, the wood creaking as it was relieved of his weight, and slouched out a side door that led who knows where in this maze of rooms.

The moment that door closed, Blue turned on his heel and headed for the other one, saying shortly, “Brother, let’s go.”

He went out without waiting, the door swinging shut behind him, and Rus sighed inwardly as he headed after him. Only to squeak in surprise as he was suddenly spun around, Edge pushing him gently back against the closed door, not quite pinning him there with firm hands at his shoulders. His crimson eye lights were a steady glow, not a flame so much as a softly burning coal, and his deep voice sent a shiver down Rus’s spine as he said, teasingly, “Aren’t you going to say good night?”

“good night?” Rus parroted, dumbly, and honestly, at some point he was going to managed to keep his wits about him with Edge so close. Today was not that day and could only stare up with wide sockets as the corner of Edge’s mouth rose in a faint smile. He was so close, close enough to see the slight crow’s-wing shadow on his cheek bone from his injury earlier, imperfectly healed.

He leaned down and Rus’s soul pounded so loudly he could hear it throbbing inside his skull, wondered wildly if Edge could hear it, too. But instead of kissing him, Edge only murmured right next to his auditory canal, “Sleep well, pretty flower shop boy.”

It took a second for that to register and when it did, Rus made a face, scrunching up his nasal nodule at that addition to his new nickname. Not that it mattered, his cottony thoughts weren’t able to come up with a decent protest. His skull felt like a heavy sunflower atop a too-narrow stem as he gave a wobbly nod, biting back a protest as Edge drew back. He didn’t try to kiss Rus, only ran a gentle finger down his jawline, his gloved finger velvety soft.

“you don’t want me to--?” Rus trailed off weakly, unsure what he even meant to ask. Stay? Go to his room with him? The words eluded him and finally Edge made the choice for him, not at all the one Rus expected or wanted.

“Go talk to your brother,” Edge chided. Rus winced, looking down, and he was right, of course he was, he and Blue hadn’t really talked since they got here. His secrets were getting revealed in the worst ways possible and he honestly needed to explain to his brother before he got the wrong idea. He nodded again, unhappily, and when he dared to peek up again Edge’s expression was softened. His voice dropped to a low rumble as he murmured, “Besides, there’s no reason to be hasty, is there? Some things are more delectable when enjoyed slowly.”

The lazy curl of his tongue behind his fierce teeth as the word delectable rolled off it was terribly distracting, oh, holy angel, help me.

“i…i should…” Rus’s own stupid tongue could barely form simple words, much less multiple syllables, why couldn’t he even think properly? Why was Edge so…so…

“Go,” Edge told him, softly, and Rus did, stumbling out after his brother. Who was waiting in the hallway and if his expression had been cool at the dinner table, now it was positively frozen.

“Come on,” Blue said, low, and Rus followed him through the hallways, trusting his brother to know the way and keeping meekly at his heels until they were at their room.

The moment the door closed behind them, Rus started, “bro, let me explain.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Blue loosened his tie, tossing it across the back of the loveseat and that carelessness took Rus aback almost as much as his words. It wasn’t at all what Rus expected, dull-edged and exhausted, and he faltered. He’d been braced for his brother’s temper, his disappointment, any number of things, but not this empty resignation.

“what? of course it matters, bro.” Rus hesitated, glancing around the room as he remembered Blue’s worries about being overheard, and yeah, he trusted Red about as far as he could toss the bastard, and Rus was pretty sure he couldn’t even lift him. “okay, come on.”

He didn’t give Blue a chance to protest, caught hold of his hand and dragged him into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Then he turned on all the taps to full blast, steam rising from the shower and the basin as the water roared. “there!” Rus said triumphantly, “you were worried about people listening in, now no one can hear us.”

The room was getting warm fast, and maybe that helped melt a little of the iciness still on his brother’s face. Blue looked around, nodding a little, “That’s actually quite clever.”

“i saw it in a movie once,” Rus took a deep, shaky breath, “okay, now, let me explain.”

“What does it matter?” Blue sank down to sit on the shaggy rug in front of the vanity, wrapping his arms around his knees as his sockets fell closed, hiding his starry eye lights as he said, dully, “I’ve already lost you. I tried so hard to keep you safe, but I couldn’t—I failed you.”

“what?” Rus spluttered. This wasn’t going at all like he’d expected, somehow managing to be even worse than any of his pained imaginings, “no, you—bro, just listen, please!”

Blue only shook his head, asking low and raw, “How long have you been sleeping with him?”

“i’m not!” The ‘yet’ seemed to hang between them, unspoken but not unheard. Heat bloomed in Rus’s cheek bones, bright with embarrassed shame.

“Is that where you disappeared to that first night?” Blue accused. His sockets flared open as he scrambled to his feet and there was the anger Rus expected. Except not, this wasn’t the familiar exasperation at his schoolyard troubles or his messy habits, those had no place in the cold fury in his brother’s expression, or in the acid of his voice as he asked, “Off to bed down with him, is that it?”

“we didn’t!” But the taste of guilt was thick in his throat, that had been his intention, hadn’t it? Did it even matter when Edge was the one to turn him away? “it… didn’t…wait, this is getting twisted around, you don’t understand!”

“What’s to understand? That you somehow got involved with that…person…and then dragged me and our shop in with it!” Blue heaved in a ragged breath, bursting out, “You should’ve known better from the start, this isn’t what we need!” He waved a hand at the bathroom, the opulent mirror fogged, the many showerheads pouring a wasteful waterfall down the drains. “All this flash and nonsense! We’ve always had each other, you and I, I always tried to teach you to be better and now you’ve brought this down on us!”

It was so unfair, Rus was near speechless, thick tears clogging in his throat and sockets. “it’s not like that!” he croaked. Then cringed at the scathing glare his brother sent towards him, and he’d never been so angry before, never, why…?

“Are you suggesting I imagined his tongue down your throat?” Blue said, so terribly cold and now the tears were burning, brimming threateningly, his soul pounding achingly with every word.

“no, but—”

“They’re criminals, all of them!” Blue snarled, “Every Monster here! Criminals! Stars only knows how much dust is on their hands!”

Rus couldn’t even protest that, he didn’t know, he could only dig for his own accusations, thin and shrill, “that didn’t stop you from making deals with them! your oh, so, important work tomorrow that you need to rest up for!”

“I am trying to get us out with our store and souls intact,” Blue said bitterly. “What sort of deal are you trying to make that involves spreading your knees? You’re so eager to be used up and tossed aside, I hope at least it pays well!”

Rus could only stare down at his brother in shock as tears welled in his sockets, spilling over in hot trails down his cheek bones, watching as Blue’s anger dimmed, remorse setting in, “Little brother, I—”

No. He couldn’t listen anymore, couldn’t stand here and hear his brother’s hatefulness. Rus closed his burning sockets and willed himself away.

The little breakroom downstairs was darkened and empty, all the gaiety of earlier drained away. Rus stumbled out of his shortcut over to a corner, sinking down to bury his face into his upraised knees, and if his thoughts were clouded earlier, now they were positively lost.

What was he supposed to do? His brother hated him right now and surely Blue would forgive him, (please, oh please), but a lifetime of trust between them was damaged by his foolish secrets, those bitter words still echoing in his skull. Used up, tossed aside, and he could hear Blaze’s crackling voice as he told him that once the Fells got sick of their toys, they broke them.

Idiot, careless, useless idiot, and that cold, inner voice wasn’t Blue, but their Pop, idiot, idiot, he always said, and it was true, wasn’t it. Here they were with everything they’d worked so hard for spiraling the drain and Rus was still caught up in the misty fantasy, letting it carry him along like a toy boat in a stream, only eventually the river would peter out and leave him stranded out alone in the vast ocean.

He couldn’t count on Edge to take care of him forever. He’d get sick of Rus eventually, probably soon. Once he figured out Rus wasn’t anything close to as interesting as he’d first thought, Edge would cast him aside, and the only question was whether it was before or after he and his brother kept their promises. Even if they did, were he and Blue going to be able to step back into their shop, work together as brothers without this hanging between them?

He didn’t know and Rus curled up tightly, muffling his sobs as he cried, and wishing desperately that he’d never sold Edge that first single red rose.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #mafia AU

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yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy · 5 years ago

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Magic and Miracles and BEYOND Chapter 13

ok, I didn’t mean to take...(doesn’t bother to look at how long since it’s been since I’ve posted anything for this story because the guilt will kill me) however long (feels longer than forever) to update this story. I literally had it all planned out in my head. And then when I went to write it my brain went “fuck you, I am on fumes, I need a break, I’m done.” and it didn’t matter how much I tried to restart or jump it- no go. So I moved on. I went back to school, I’m getting my licence to be a massage therapist, I’ll be doing that until July of next year which I’m currently on break with until Tuesday. But GOOD NEWS. I was going through my tumblr and I still find all these RaeLena pictures and when I went back to this- I found, lo and behold, FUEL. So I started this back up and this baby is running! Wooo! @the-immortal-marshal and @warnjai-17 hopefully you’re still here to enjoy this

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Magic and Miracles and BEYOND

Chapter 13

The morning of Crowe’s wedding day was bright and brisk and the trees around the farm seemed to have come into spectacular color just for her. The sunrise was especially beatuiful and Prompto and the photographer got some outstanding pictures of it.

The horses had been washed the day before and kept in their squeaky clean stalls so they didn’t get dirty right before the ceremony. Crowe woke up feeling so happy and excited because today was the day her and her best friend were getting married and Chelsea had worked overtime in making sure every detail was perfect and to make sure Crowe only had decisions to make in a timely manner but no actual work to do through the whole process so it had been a breeze. The girls had all stayed at Sylva’s house and she had had another caterer come in and make everyone breakfast and a team of hair and makeup artists to make sure each girl shined like the jewel she was as Luca and Lilly and all the other little sisters of the those in the wedding party got to get glammed up too.

Meanwhile Libertus woke up with the worst hangover and felt like death warmed over. He had stayed up half the night, him and his friends around a campfire on Craig’s farm and drank and just talked, some of it was casual, most of it was deep though while Tredd did manage to keep his mouth shut about Ada being pregnant. But he sure did hint at it to Luche which Ravus and Nyx picked up on as Ravus was suspecting that the reason his mother favored Tredd as much as she did was because he had the gift too.

Craig Sr. and his wife Charla were already hard at work making a mountain of food for the boys and they chuckled to themselves as they watched all of them wake up to the smell of food and come in, each one’s hair crazier than the last as they all did the zombie shuffle to get the food before sitting down at the table as the guys downed pot after pot of coffee and ate in relative silence as bottles of Tylenol, Advil and Aleve were passed around.

“You boys alive over there?” Craig asked before there was a chorus of groans as an answer which cracked Craig Sr. and Charla up.

Meanwhile Hazel was sleeping blissfully away in Titus’ bed before the smell of her own breakfast woke her up only moments before Titus came in with their breakfast on a tray.

“Good morning Beautiful.” Titus cooed to her as her eyes fluttered open before she smiled adoringly at him as she stretched.

“Good morning, what do you got there?” She asked as she sat up, keeping the blankets up to cover her nakedness but moved the pillows to the headboard so she could sit up comfortably.

“Breakfast.” Titus beamed.

“Aww,” Hazel fawned as he gave her the tray and then got back into bed before they cuddled together with the extra large tray over Hazel’s lap.

“This is really sweet,” Hazel gushed as she started to dig in to the bowl of berries before she pulled the lid off of the plate to see an engagement ring sitting on top of some french toast and gasped as Titus’ heart beat so hard in his chest he thought it was going to break his ribs as his mouth felt like it was full of cotton all of a sudden.

“So, I was thinking, I know you really like your apartment and I really like the peace and quiet and space of the country, but I thought we could find a happy medium if we built a house together, Oak Creek Estates still has a bunch of lots available and if…” Titus was cut off by Hazel quickly attaching her mouth to his and kissing him as deeply as she could from her spot under his arm as his arm curled around her before his other hand went up to gently caress her gorgeous face, hoping she could understand what he was trying to say because words were failing him but actions never would.

“Yes, that’ll be perfect, a fresh new start for both of us.” Hazel beamed happily as she had already slipped the ring on before Titus moved the tray over to the floor before he really got to enjoy his fiance for breakfast which is what he really wanted.

As the clock ticked down Libertus went from hungover to happy to nervous and by a surprise, Luche was too.

“Cut it out, they’re all gonna think you’re playing with yourself.” Tredd teased as he sat down next to Luche after he came back into the house from helping the firework guys set up all the fireworks for the night before he sat down on the couch as Luche frowned over at him.

“Cut what out?” Luche tried to deflect.

“You keep fingering that engagement ring thing in your pocket, it looks like you’re trying to jack off.” Tredd chuckled as Luche frowned.

“How…” Luche began as Tredd gave him an unimpressed look.

“Really? You really wanna play dumb? Come on, let me seee.” Tredd questioned as Luche humphed before he pulled it out and handed it to Tredd.

“I do, I will marry you.” Tredd gushed in an overly feminine way.

“Oh my God, stop.” Luche rolled his eyes as Tredd opened the fancy slim ring box to see a paper flower fold out holding the ring.

“Aww, this was one of Victor’s rings for Ravus wasn’t it?” Tredd asked as Luche sighed deeply.

“Yes, I bought it off of him.” Luche admitted.

“Of course you did, you spent what? A whole dollar?” Tredd teased.

“Ravus gave me a price and I paid it, no negotiations needed.” Luche defended.

“A whole five dollars because you don’t cary singles anymore blue blood.” Tredd grinned triumphantly.

“I hate this about you.” Luche sarcastically quipped as he tried to take the ring back but Tredd pulled it out of his reach.

“Hey, hey, don’t get all huffy. I think it’s nice- a whole 20 carats just on the center diamond and that has to be...another 5 carats in the bezels and blue diamonds are coming back into fashion again, platinum?” Tredd appraised as Luche just frowned deeper and deeper.

“Since when do you know anything about jewelry?” Luche asked.

“Since mom adopted me too and has been taking me under her wing and teaching me the same shit she’s teaching you but I get the super fun hands on versions, and she is paying me in stock options now and recognizes that I have a good eye and can spot a fake a mile away.” Tredd answered casually as he gave it back.

“Wait paying you? Paying you for what?” Luche demanded.

“You didn’t think you were her only eyes and ears did you?” Tredd grinned smugly.

“How much is she paying you?” Luche pressed.

“Eh, it started off as 5k here, 10k there, now it’s stock options and percentages and 401ks and trust funds and all that which I find I like much better, especially since I’ve been reinvesting that money in said stocks. Project Recovery alone has quadrupled my money in just the last couple of months alone and Sylva says I have the same gift she has in that oracle shit. I see things with my special eyes that you don’t.” Tredd teased as he poked his finger near Luche’s ear as he batted his eyes suggestively at Luche.

“Stop,” Luche batted Tredd’s hand away. “What do you see that I don’t?” Luche questioned.

“I knew before anyone else did that Crowe was pregnant.” Tredd grinned.

“You got lucky.” Luche countered.

“Did I? Did I also get really super lucky when I knew Ada was pregnant over the summer on the cruises?” Tredd revealed.

“What?” Luche blinked.

“Yeah, I saw that before Sylva did, And that fifteen grand? That was to keep you two from fucking so you wouldn’t lose your mind when she lost that pregnancy. Which sucked by the way, but hopefully it doesn’t happen again.” Tredd revealed.

“You…” Luche didn’t know if he should laugh, cry or just go bang his head against a wall. “How? How did you know?” Luche demanded.

“There’s just a lot of subtle changes that most miss but to me they just all add up for some reason.” Tredd shrugged. “But looking back, aren’t you happy you didn’t fuck her senseless on the cruise?” Tredd asked.

“...yeah.” Luche ducked his head with a sigh.

“Well I knew the moment those two got together that it was gonna crash and burn in a matter of months. She’s always been your girl, she was just the last one to realize it.” Tredd offered which made Luche and Tredd both grin lopsidedly at each other.

“Thanks.” Luche thanked him.

“You’re welcome. By the way, I want to be a groomsman.” Tredd insisted which made Luche snicker a laugh.

“Oh do you?” Luche returned.

“Hell yeah, am I or am I not the Bro who was purposefully a douche to save you from that clusterfuck?” Tredd prodded.

“You are that douche.” Luche laughed.

“So I’m a groomsman?” Tredd prodded.

“You are the douchiest of my groomsman.” Luche chuckled.

“Good,” Tredd grinned victoriously as Ravus and Nyx came up.

“Oh is that Ada’s ring?” Nyx asked.

“Yeah, I was thinking I was gonna pull a Rae.” Luche admitted as he handed it to Nyx as Ravus smiled proudly. Happy that the ring was going to go to a “brother”. Besides that still left a few to save for his children to use when they would get engaged.

“Awesome,” Nyx smiled happily before he gave it back.

“Shower is clear.” Craig called out after he got out of his since every shower was being used on the property to get all the boys ready as Luche got the ring back as he got up and claimed the empty shower.

“So what else do you see with your special eyes?” Ravus asked Tredd once Luche was well out of earshot.

“Jesus, you have the ears of a rodent Beavus.” Tredd rolled his eyes.

“Ada’s pregnant again isn’t she?” Ravus grinned.

“Sssshhhh!” Tredd shushed him as he quickly looked around to see if anyone else had heard that.

“See? Told you.” Ravus put to Nyx who gave him an unimpressed look.

“Does he know?” Nyx gestured to where Luche went.

“No, absolutely not, and none of us can tell him either, we gotta let Ada find out on her own and have her be the one to tell him, we can’t spoil this for him. I mean you know me, I’m all for spoiling shit but that’s the special shit you don’t spoil.” Tredd urged them.

“So what do you think it’s gonna be?” Ravus put to Tredd curiously.

“Pppfff, boy.” Tredd snickered. “Watch they’ll name him something super British, like London or Oxford or something so English the Royal Family will be like ‘calm it down now’. “ Tredd predicted.

“London.” Nyx and Ravus grinned.

“Any other girl preggers?” Nyx asked Tredd.

“Right now? No. About to be? Oh yeah,” Tredd laughed.

“Who?” Ravus and Nyx asked as Tredd looked at them unimpressed before he looked over to Gladio pointedly before turning back to them.

“No way,” Nyx shook his head.

“A hundred bucks, they’re going to be expecting in the next say...four months?” Tredd offered as he offered his hand for a shake.

“Deal.” Nyx agreed as he shook Tredd’s hand as Ravus just shook his head, knowing Tredd was right and knew that Tredd had the same gift he had. Which instead of denying it or downplaying it or getting jealous, he felt a sense of relief that he wasn’t the only one with it.

Once all the girls arrived the boys got the horses saddled and ready to go as the guests started to arrive and take their seats. The weather couldn’t be more perfect, small, almost cartoonish puffy clouds rolling in the sky, it was warm enough to be comfortable but not chilled enough to be cold but that message didn’t seem to get to Libertus who was sweating buckets so much so that everyone thought he was going to lose 10lbs in sweat alone and Chelsea was grateful she had extra shirts for Libertus to change into and basically bathed him in deodorant and antiperspirant and loaded him up with anti-nausea meds as his own mother and Crowe’s mothers gave him the pep-talk of the century as Chelsea was copying that down for future use.

When it finally came time for the actual ceremony, the horses suddenly decided to shit where they stood at the back of the aisle before Chelsea and her team tried to hurriedly clean it up, the horses then tried munching on the flowers on the sides of the aisle, there was practically a whole hive of bees there to collect the nectar from all the flowers even though Sylva had a case of Epipens which thankfully didn’t need to get used but thankfully, at least- there were no mosquitoes and Libertus was thankfully laughing too hard at the horses being horses to cry too much because the sight of Crowe in a wedding dress coming down the aisle to him was overwhelming to him.

Because Crowe’s smile shamed the sun. She was radiant and beautiful and practically glowing and Libertus had never seen her look so beautiful in his life. It was perfect and after the vows, Libertus finally seemed to ease up and become himself again.

At the reception Sylva went ahead and practically glued herself to Linda, Luche’s mother as Luche was slow dancing with Ada because she had caught the bouquet in the bouquet toss, thanks to Sylva organizing her girls to guarantee it and thanks to Sylva also organizing her boys- Luche caught the garter belt and now they were dancing together, the rest of the world falling away.

“I really like the fairy lights.” Ada noted at all the twinkle lights around them.

“Would you want fairy lights at our wedding?” Luche asked and Ada didn’t give a second thought to his choice of words before she began telling him all about what she would want for their wedding.

Meanwhile on the sidelines-

“Linda, you better get used to the idea of them being together.” Sylva urged as Linda gave her a side eye.

“Look, it’s very simple, it’s either Ada or this cum guzzling gutter trash.” Sylva continued as she pulled up a video of Beth on a porn site that had Linda choking on her winecooler and looking particularly aghast. “That could have been your daughter in law who by the way flirted and eye fucked before she actually did fuck Chinese billionaires trying to get the best deal possible while Luche was sitting right next to her and would have been way more unfaithful to him than Ada ever will be again, Ada is allowed to sow a wild oat or two in her youth, and now that she’s done that and seen that the grass is indeed not anywhere near as green as it is with Luche and I can tell you that she won’t be making that mistake again.” Sylva assured Linda. “Now, count your blessings as you read this.” Sylva furthered before she pulled out a prenup and it had Linda grinning from ear to ear as she read it.

“You see the line we have to walk as mothers is to let our children enjoy life and live it how they want to, but that doesn’t mean we can’t put them in some safety gear, I’ll have Ada sign this before we go wedding dress shopping but here’s the deal-” Sylva lowered her voice. “You and Luke will be nothing but nice, happy and supportive of Luche and Ada from here on out. I have already talked with Luche and he’s ok with me paying for a bulk of the wedding expenses, all I’m asking you and Luke to pay for are the invitations and Ada’s parents will be buying Ada’s veil, fair enough?” Sylva put to her.

“That’s more than fair.” Linda nodded in agreement with a thankful smile to Sylva.

“Good, now, watch your son propose and be happy about it.” Sylva nodded to the dancefloor where Luche had gotten down on one knee and proposed to Ada as Sylva was smiling brightly while Linda plastered on a smile, happy that her son was at least protected and grateful that Sylva had adopted him and cared for him as her own because the Lord knew she wasn’t willing or ready to pay for much of anything else as Sylva offered her own winecooler over to Linda to clink with a knowing smile when Ada said yes.

After that, that’s when the party seemed to get into full gear, the moment the sun began to set they lit the fires in the fire pits inside the bale circles so people could sit on the bales and make smores since the wedding had been catered by a competition BBQ joint that had all the BBQ and steaks anyone could ask for. There was a mountain of throw blankets to keep the guests warm as they did this and then at the finale- that’s when Tredd- being a fireman and pyromaniac- set the fireworks off which everyone fully enjoyed before the party sent Crowe and Libertus off on their honeymoon which Sylva got them a cabin and a hunting excursion out in the northwest.

Luche and Ada barely made it home and in the door before they were on each other and removing the remainder of their clothes and made it to the bottom of the stairs before Luche had pinned her to the wall and started fucking her hard up against it, Ada’s engagement ring nearly getting snagged in his hair as Ada scratched his scalp roughly as the loudest and longest pleasured moan left her throat.

“Oh Luche!” Ada keened as the back of her head hit the wall behind her, knocking the picture of them hanging next to her head slightly askew as Luche’s hips pounded into hers.

Luche proposing to Ada after she caught the bouquet came as a surprise to Ada but not really to anyone else, but that was all that mattered to Luche. Ada was completely wrapped up in wedding fever and the joy and excitement of the moment to notice anyone outside of Luche. Their relationship was better than it had ever been since she came back to him and together they both worked exceptionally hard to make the other happy.

Ada was blown away by the drop dead gorgeous ring Luche proposed with.

Luche had wanted his proposal to be more eloquent but in the end, he just went for simple and straight to the point.

When Ada had said that she liked something about the decorations for the wedding, Luche found himself asking her what she would like for their wedding and Ada had answered it without a second thought and before Ada realized it she revealed what she had always wanted and fantasized about as a little girl and Luche was grinning ear to ear and when she was done Luche didn’t hesitate to just get down on one knee and offer to give her everything she had just said and pleaded for the chance to make all her dreams come true as everyone quickly gathered around them with eager eyes and ears to hear her answer and Ada didn’t even get to see the ring before she said yes and when she did see the ring, her eyes nearly popped out of her head and her jaw fell and rolled away on the floor. But she readily had him put it on her finger.

From there, it was like they were velcroed to each other and receiving all the congratulatory wishes before Chelsea made a point to make sure they had her business card and to give her a call when they wanted to set a date and get things in motion before Luche repeated, almost verbatim what Ada had just said to her as Chelsea quickly made notes, using up the last half of her notebook since the first half was already full of notes for Hazel and Titus’ wedding plans that she had gotten earlier before she left Luche and Ada to enjoy more congratulations since Ada was the last to be engaged and didn't notice how Chelsea had then gone to Sylva, Linda and Luke as well as Ada's parents who Sylva had gathered together to force a congratulatory toast between them all before Sylva informed them that she would be paying for the bulk of it if Luche's parents were willing to buy the invitations and if Ada's parents would pay for Ada's veil since wedding dresses could be so expensive, that she would take care of the rest since Luche was like another son to her and brother to Ravus which she received very little argument to.

Luche felt he smiled more that night than he had in the previous year combined. But he was so happy. Finally things were coming together. He had the dream job, had fantastic friends, supportive family and the girl of his dreams and everything was perfect and he couldn’t ask for more.

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knifeshoeoreofight · 6 years ago

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A03

Sid is nervous. He checks his phone. The battery’s full, he charged it just before he left. He frets to himself yet again if the camera is going to be good enough for the dim light. He—

“Sid.” Zhenya is smiling fondly at him, and he takes Sid’s hand from where he’d been clenching it nervously on his thigh. Zhenya laces their fingers together, and leans over to press a kiss against Sid’s temple.

“Hey now, not in front of the children,” Flower teases, leaning past Vero who rolls her eyes.

“It’s his go around at this,” Veronique says with a laugh. “With stakes in it, I mean.”

Sid blushes, and glances up at Zhenya, who is gazing at him, naked fondness written all over his face.

He leans in to whisper in Sid’s ear. “She gonna be fine, we practice so much. Will be so cute. And then we take her for dessert after. Diner has good pie. We let her get with ice cream on top.”

We.

It takes Sid’s breath away. He has to look away, at the other families settling into folding chairs in the elementary school gym. Zhenya leans in to press his shoulder against Sid’s, and settles their clasped hands on his knee.

Sid doesn’t have time to continue to try and handle his emotions, the lights are being turned off, except for the spotlights pointed at the curtained stage in front of them.

The grey-haired music teacher sounds a few chords on the piano, and the elementary school holiday play begins.

***

The play is a retelling of the Rudolph story, emphasizing the power of friendship. Sofia is one of the reindeer, and she’s mostly supposed to stand in a little group with the others and make appropriate reactions to the events of the play.

It’s utterly, completely, the most adorable thing Sid has ever seen. A small cluster of the tiniest kids sing a little song dressed as snowflakes and the audience makes adoring “awwww”s at each cute little slip-up, like the boy dressed as an elf who spots his mom in the audience and waves wildly to her.

Sofia is trying so hard, Sid can see it. She’s got a intense look of concentration on her face all throughout the song and dance she does with the other reindeer. Sid finds himself mouthing the lyrics along with her. She’s been singing it over and over for days, practicing. She gets through it, does perfectly.

There’s a little scene where Rudolph is sad because he’s a new reindeer at the North Pole, and he’s not sure if the penguins and the polar bears and the other reindeer will play with him. Sid leans forward and tightens his grip on Zhenya’s hand. This is her big moment. The little boy playing Rudolph is sadly sitting cross-legged at center stage, chin in his hands. Sofia is supposed to walk over, and say “of course you can play with us, Rudolph! Come with me, it’ll be fun! “ as she extends a hand to walk him back to the others.

He sees Sofia gulp, and lift her chin. She steps out of the cluster of other reindeer, little bells on her antler headband jingling in the quiet.

She walks over to the boy, and then, stops. She looks down at the little boy, and thanks to his insistence on getting there early so they can sit dead center in the front, Sid can see her chin wrinkle and her eyes glitter, and he knows she’s about to cry. Oh, no. His heart sinks, and he mentally starts planning on how to comfort her after this.

“Don’t be sad!” she blurts, which is definitely not her line, and drops to her knees and throws her arms around “Rudolph” for a crushing hug. Also not what was supposed to happen. “Don’t be scare!” She definitely crying a little. But Sid can see her take a breath and calm herself.

“Ofcouseyoucanplay withus, Rudoph! C...Come with me, it’s— be— fun!” she says, and Sid lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. She clambers to her feet and tugs little Rudolph to the other reindeer, to a moved murmuring from the audience, and a scattering of applause that grows to include the entire room. She stares into space, still in character but red as a tomato.

The piano begins to play again, as the reindeer hop around the stage in a circle holding hands with various penguins and polar bears.

Sid looks over at Zhenya, sees that he has tears streaming down his face. It’s Sid’s turn to squeeze their hands together in reassurance.

“Such big heart,” Zhenya leans down to whisper thickly into Sid’s ear.

“I know,” Sid whispers back. “Gets it from her papa.” Zhenya makes an inarticulate noise, and has to let go of Sid’s hand to wipe his nose on his sleeve, because neither of them had thought to bring Kleenex.

The play continues, and when it’s over and all kids take their bows by class, Sid and Zhenya get to whoop and cheer for Sofia, and she looks out and smiles wide when she finds them past the lights.

After, she runs out from backstage to let her father pick her up and spin her around, and to be told how perfect she was.

Then she twists in her father’s arms and reaches for Sid. He takes her from Zhenya, and she clings to him like a little koala. She rests her head on his shoulder and Sid holds her tight and closes his eyes against the sweet, sweet pain of how much he’s come to love her.

“Sid?’ She says in his ear. “I do okay?”

“Perfect, sweetheart,” Sid tells her, and Zhenya smiles at him and the way his voice croaks with feeling.

***

They go to the diner for the promised pie, and Sofia chatters away in a hodgepodge of Russian and English about the play.

At a lull, when she’s contentedly licking ice cream from her spoon, Zhenya clears his throat.

“Зайка,” Zhenya says to her, then glances at Sid, and lays his hand on the table between them, palm up and waiting. “Need to talk about something, okay?”

Sid can’t breathe. They’d agreed when they’d first gotten together that they weren’t going to tell Sofia just yet. Has Zhenya changed his mind? Hesitantly, he takes Zhenya’s hand.

“Papa and Sid are dating,” Zhenya says, including Sid by using English. He repeats it in Russian. Sid can feel him nervously tighten his hand in Sid’s.

Sofia takes another bite of ice cream. She looks at Sid. “Marisol have two mommies,” she says. “I’m have two papas?”

It’s Sid’s turn to grip Zhenya’s hand. He takes a long, shuddery inhale, everything in him aching at the picture her words paint.

“Maybe,” Zhenya says gently, looking at Sid, then back to his daughter. “Right now we be very special friends. Maybe we visit Sid a lot, maybe he visit us.”

Sofia grins at Sid, wide and sunny. “I like Sid house.” She takes a big bite of pie, reaches up to fix her slipping antler headband. “I like Sid.��

“I like you too, sweetheart,’ Sid says, still fighting his emotions. Zhenya reaches an arm around him, pulling him close against him, and noisily bussing his temple.

“Can do this, now,” He says, in tones of great satisfaction. Sid laughs and snuggles in, daring to lay his head on Zhenya’s shoulder. He’s never been one for a lot of PDA, but he’s finding that just about everything is different when it comes to Zhenya.

The doors to the diner open with a jingling of bells, letting in a blast of cold air and a lot of happy, noisy Fleurys.

Flower sees how he and Zhenya are sitting, and winks at them, prodding at Vero to look.

Sid rolls his eyes, but doesn’t move, warm and content to stay just where he is.

***

A couple days later, he gets a call that he’s been waiting anxiously for.

“Bro!” Taylor screeches into the phone. “Squid, Squidney, Squidathon. I’m. Fucking. Done. They’re over. Vanquished. Deceased.”

Sid laughs. She’s always a little bonkers by the time final exams are over. “Did you get your grades back yet?”

“I don’t even care anymore at this point, I am a being made of pure caffeine and sleep deprivation. My field of fucks? Is barren. I’m literally booking it out of here as fast as humanly possible.”

Sid laughs again. “Well I can’t wait to see you, so that sounds like a plan to me. What time do you need to be picked up?”

“Ass o’clock in the morning on Saturday,” Taylor replies. And then I’m going to sleep. All day. Maybe all day Sunday.”

He doesn’t blame her, after finals weeks and an overnight bus ride. “Absolutely. Come sleep it off. I may have even have washed the sheets sometime between now and last year this time. You know, ‘cause I Iove you and shit.”

He tucks the phone more securely between his shoulder and his ear as he gets a pristine set of sheets out of the linen closet.

“You’re too good to me,” Taylor says dryly. There’s a lot of rustling around on her end as she presumably keeps packing her bags.

Every since Sid’s taken over the farm completely, family Christmas has taken place at his house. He absolutely loves it. Noise, laughter, food, everyone he cares about in one place. His favorite part, though, might be the couple of days he has with Taylor before the rest of the family arrives.

She’s been leaving her university and heading straight to his place as soon as her finals are over for the last couple of years. She helps out with the last minute holiday rush on Christmas trees and takes charge of decorating his house, because, as she puts it, “I’m all for kicking traditional gender roles to the fucking curb, but you are absolutely hopeless and I’m taking over from now on.”

“Yes ma’am,” he’d told her with relief. “And I’ll do all the cooking. We can kick traditional gender roles halfway to the curb, how about it, eh?” And it’s been their special thing ever since.

There’s one thing he’s got to tell her, though, about this year.

“So, uh,” he says, brilliantly. “You remember I told you I was seeing someone?”

“Oh yeah, Evgeni with the cute kid. We’re Instagram buddies.”

“You’re what,” he says, shaking his head and deciding he doesn’t want to know how that happened. “Anyway, it’s um. Pretty serious. So he and Sofia will be around a lot. Just letting you know.”

“Duuuude!” Taylor crows delightedly. “Sid! I’m so happy for you, oh my god!”

Sid laughs. “I’m happy for me, too.”

“Good,” Taylor says warmly. “And I won’t even insult your judgement by giving him the shovel talk.”

“Thanks for that.”

“If he does hurt you, I will of course, skin his eyeballs.”

Sid groans. “Tay. Gross.

There’s a clatter and some yelling in the background. “Okay, I gotta go, Squid. But I’ll see you soon.”

***

Taylor doesn’t meet Zhenya and Sofia until the day of what Taylor calls “Target Trek 2k18.”

They drive to the next town over, which has more of the shopping that Taylor wants to do.

She eyes him as they walk into the store. “Now that you’re dating a dude with a kid, I can’t let you loose in a toy aisle unsupervised. Uh-uh.”

“I am not that bad,” Sid protests.

Taylor rolls her eyes. “I remember the first Christmas after Estelle was born. You must be contained.”

His phone rings as he’s trying to get her in a headlock for a noogie .

“Hey, ba—Zhenya,” he amends, as Taylor snickers at him.

“Hey, Sid. Wanted to ask if you wanted to get lunch, know you’re out doing errand today.”

“Absolutely,” Sid says, eyeing Taylor. “Tay and I are in Midfield. That too far?”

“Not for sushi,” Zhenya enthuses. Sid laughs. Their little town is pretty awesome but what it does lack, to Zhenya’s distress, is a sushi place.

They make plans to meet at Zhenya’s favorite little hole-in-the-wall in an hour. After he hangs up, Sid sighs at Taylor, who looks seconds away from full-blown witch cackles.

“So sweeet,” she coos at him, and then dances away with a shriek as he brandishes a roll of wrapping paper at her.

“Behave,” he admonishes. She makes the mistake of coming back within range and he bops her on the head with the wrapping paper.

They bicker until, two aisles later, Taylor turns to him, suddenly serious.

“I know how important they are to you, Sid. I know I’m giving you a hard time but I know how much you want this to work.”

He has to swallow down something really sappy before he has the composure to fake-punch her shoulder.

***

As she always seems to, Sofia is the first to see Sid.

“Siiiiiiid!” she shrieks, sounding like nothing so much as an approaching police siren. Just, cuter.

Sid crouches and scoops her up, making exaggerated noises of complaint as she scrambles up onto his shoulders, tiny pink sneakers digging into his back as she settles herself.

When she’s secure and he’s standing again, face being squished between her little hands, Taylor is staring at him, smile wide and eyes soft.

She doesn’t say anything, just turns to enthusiastically greet Geno as they all head into the restaurant together.

#if wishes were #sidgeno #sidney crosby/evgeni malkin #hockey rpf #dana writes a thing

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jessi-novel-idea · 6 years ago

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The Family Business: Chapter Four - First Love

Description: Jax Teller’s sister makes an unexpected return, will she be able to settle back into the life or will it all be too much?

Warnings: language, drinking, the beginnings of smut

Word Count: 3,400

The sound of my ringtone woke me from a deep sleep. Dammit Jax, why the hell was he calling me so early it had to be 2 am there in Charming. I was sitting in my dorm room trying to listen to Jax but he was talking way too fast.

"Jax, slow down I can't understand you," I said over the phone

"Sorry Jen, but Op has been arrested."

"Arrested? What for? I’m coming home."

"No, you ain’t, mom will kill both of us if you show up at home. He was pulling a job and Kyle was supposed to be his getaway but he heard sirens coming and he panicked leaving Op there."

"How bad is it though? How long will Op go to jail? Where is he now?" I asked.

"5 to 10 years is what I heard but that could change, he is at the jail now" he responded

"I am going to kill Kyle the next time I see him, he better be voted out. You better see to that Jax, please make sure he is gone from the club.... Is Op where I can talk to him?"

"No, they have already locked him up, the hearing is later today, I will let you know how that goes."

"Ok, tell Op I love him and I am sorry I couldn't be there for him," I choked out as I began to cry.

Even though I wasn't a patched in member of SAMCRO I was often the getaway driver because I was the best driver in the club, well the best driver on four wheels. No one expected me to be involved until one-time Kyle and me were heading to deliver some guns to the Niners when Unser pulled us over.

See, Unser was a friend of the club, unless I was involved, then he was like a grandfather looking after his favorite granddaughter. He always told Clay not to involve me because I had a bright future and being around SAMCRO would ruin that.

When Unser saw Kyle in the car with me he arrested both of us and let me off with a warning and Kyle had to spend 90 days in county. Kyle never forgave me for that, he always thought it was revenge for him cheating on me and that I planned the whole thing, but I had already got revenge for that. I really despise Kyle I think he has slept with every crow eater associated with SAMCRO and then some. He is a scumbag and he will probably get a black eye that next time I see him.

KNOCK.... KNOCK...KNOCK three loud knocks at my door woke me from that weird ass dream. I hadn't thought about Kyle in a long time. I would rather not remember that douche bag.

"Jenna...please open the door" I heard from the other side of it as I wrapped my robe around me.

"Jesus, I am coming! Do you know it is 6 in the morning..." I said opening the door to reveal Juice holding a bouquet of flowers and a brown bag.

"Yes, I do I can tell time. Good morning, beautiful" Juice said with a grin handing me the flowers.

"Good morning, what are you doing here Juice?"

"I came to have breakfast with you and see how your first night in your apartment went." He said following me into the kitchen and putting the brown bag on the counter. "I brought bagels, I figured you didn't have anything to eat, this way you can have food before work."

"Juice that is so sweet, thank you," I said giving him a hug.

"Anything for you" he said handing me a bagel. "Oh and um Jen can I ask you something," he said blushing.

"Yeah"

"Can I make you dinner tonight? Like um.... as in a um.... date" he said rubbing the back of his neck, I don't think I have ever seen him this nervous.

"I don’t know Juice, I am not really ready to date at the moment, but dinner does sound nice. I will be home around 6:30"

"Ok, I will take what I can get, want to come to my place?" He said finishing his bagel.

"Sure, I will be there as soon as I can, but right now I need to shower and get ready for work, thanks for the bagels and flowers." I said at the sound of my alarm going off.

With a hug and a kiss on the cheek, Juice was gone and I headed to my bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.

When I got to work, Danny said I looked nice and wished me a good day. The people in my office gave me questionable looks as I walked to my desk in the back. I know it was them wondering how I knew a biker and why I was so friendly with him yesterday. Though it doesn’t take a genius to realize my last name of Teller is the same as the VP of the club.

One lady, Carol, I think, asked "why mess around with a boy like that, you are just asking for trouble, how do you know him anyway?"

"He is a friend of my brothers and an old friend of mine" I answered putting my stuff on my desk.

"Your brother? What is your last name again?"

"Teller, Jax is my brother, the VP. Clay Morrow is my step dad, the president and Gemma is my mom. Any more questions?"

"You are related to that gang, does Wes know?" she asked

"Yes, I do, now get back to work Carol." Wes said, walking up behind me. Then he walked away giving me a smile.

“And just to correct you Carol, they are a motorcycle club, not a gang. Just a bunch of guys obsessed with Harley’s”

The rest of the day passed fairly quickly, I have a little less than half the cases left to read over, hopefully I will be done by the end of the week so I can start doing some real work.

When I pulled out of the parking lot I took my hair down and ran my hair through it. A few minutes later I pulled into the apartment complex where Juice lives, when my phone rang.

"Dammit," it was Jax

"Hey bro, what's up" I asked getting out of my car.

"I need you to come to the clubhouse"

"What? No, I can't I have plans with Juice," I said walking up the stairs

"He is the reason I need you to get your ass to the clubhouse now." Now I am starting to panic

"What the hell do you mean, is he okay? I am on my way" I said running down the stairs, trying not to fall on my face and hanging up on Jax.

I am surprised I didn't get pulled over for speeding as I made my way to TM. There was an abnormal amount of people there when I got there and I thought that was odd. Something bad must have happened. My heart dropped thinking the worst had happened to Juice.

I got out of my car and slammed the door as I ran to the clubhouse where I was greeted my Chibs at the door.

"Hey lass, I need you to know we did everything we could to prevent this." He said giving me a hug.

"Prevent what, is he okay? Why are there so many people here?" I said pushing around him to the door when I pushed the door open the lights flipped on and everyone jumped out yelling surprise. That's when I saw Juice with the biggest smile in the world standing beside Jax and Opie.

I walked over and smacked Jax on the chest, "What the hell? I thought he was dead."

"What is all this for?" I said turning toward Juice as he wrapped me in his arms.

"It is your house warming party!"

"Oh wow, thanks everyone." I said raising my voice looking around.

As I made my way around the party thanking everyone I began thinking about how much I had missed while I was off in college. New faces of the club gathered around me as I took a swig from my beer, seeing Opie walk back into the clubhouse.

"Hey Jen, enjoying your party?" He asked giving me a hug

"Yeah it's great," I said rather flatly.

"You don't sound like you are enjoying it?"

"It's just I feel like I have missed so much that has been going on here the past couple of years, new members, old members, prospects and crow eaters. Things are just different than they were when I left."

"A lot has happened in 7 years Jen, but it is nothing that you won't get right back in the swing of soon. You are close to most members and that means a lot," he said sitting down on the barstool beside me ordering another round from Half-Sack.

"Thanks Op, I feel like nothing has changed when I am with you and I feel like I can tell you anything, even after all this time."

"You know you can...” he said with a smile

“Hey Jen...." Donna said walking up and congratulating me on getting my own place interrupting Op from continuing. She then excused them and I was left alone at the bar, until Gemma walked up behind me.

"Hey baby girl," she said putting her arm around me.

"Hey mom thanks for this." I said motioning around to the party.

"No problem, it was Juice's idea, that boy loves you, ya know"

"Yeah I know, I love him too, but certainly not in the way he loves me."

"If only he could see that…Oh I almost forgot, we are doing the fundraiser for the kids on Saturday and I was hoping you can come help out at our booth?"

"Sure, that would be great, I will invite some of my co-workers too. Maybe they can remove the sticks from their asses long enough to do something good." I said with a smirk.

"Great, sure you want them to see you around the club? That isn't usually good for lawyers around Charming."

"They have already met Op, that went well. And they know my last name, not much is secret in Charming" I said sarcastically.

"It is what it is sweetheart."

"I agree" I said giving her a hug.

As the party begin to die down I was sitting at the bar drinking beer number, I have no idea when I glanced at phone to see what time it was, 2:30 am. Oh lord I have to be up in 4 hours for work. I wasn't even paying attention to the time, I was just having a good time. I drank the last of my beer and said goodbye to Jax, Tig, Chibs, Opie and Gemma. I then found Juice to say goodbye...

"Bye Juice, thanks for the party," I slurred giving him a hug.

"You aren't driving tonight, Jen" he said taking her keys

"I have to home, I got to work tomorrow, today." I said losing my balance a little.

"Well, then I will get the prospect to drive you home." He said motioning for Half-sack to come over. It is a rule that anytime there is a large party for the club the prospects are not allowed to drink in case someone needs a ride or anything.

"Hey, Half-Sack can you please take Jen home?"

"Yeah no problem." He said with a smile and taking my keys from him and heading for the door.

I said my final goodbyes to Juice when he surprised me by grabbing my face and pulling me in for a passionate kiss; way more passionate than ever before and when I pulled away I was speechless, but not in the rom-com way.

On the ride to my apartment I must have passed out and I am pretty sure that Half-Sack had to carry me up the stairs and put me to bed. I shouldn’t have drunk so much, but what is done is done. I will get the side effects of this decision when I wake up.

When I woke up later in the morning to the sound of my alarm it felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to my head. Wow, I drank way too much last night, what the hell was I thinking.

When I finally could get the energy to sit up I noticed someone sleeping on my couch. I reached for the gun in my side table, but then I vaguely remembered Half-Sack bring me home. Well, I remember getting in the car with him but that was the last thing. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him and he jumped up ready to kill, I tried to laugh but that hurt way too bad.

Half-Sack just laughed as he got up and told me he was going to run to the bakery to get me a bagel for breakfast while I got ready for the day.

An hour later I was on my way to work, certainly not looking forward to seeing my coworkers, but when I finally got to work and made my way inside Danny stopped me.

"Jenna, are you feeling okay, you look like death," he said doing his daily inspection of my bags.

"My family decided to throw me a house warming party last night, obviously not thinking about the fact I had to work this morning," I said taking my bags and smiling

"Well have a great day Jenna!"

"Thanks, you too"

I made my way to my desk without having to talk to anyone, thank God I don't know if I could have been nice this morning.

The rest of the day was spent reading through the files. I ended up only having one more box when I left Thursday, which meant I could definitely finish by tomorrow at noon. The one thing I loved about lawyers is Friday's were sacred around Charming, the courts would close at noon and that's when I got to leave.

Friday when I got home from work I noticed I had three missed messages from Opie.

Op:Hey Jen, can I come over tonight I need someone to talk to.

OP:Jen, I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other night but please respond.

Op: Jen?

Me: Of course, you can come over...is everything okay?

Op:I will explain when I get there, it has been a long day already and I could really use a friend.

Me: I am always here for you

Op: I will be there in 20

Me:Ok, be safe Op

15 minutes later there was a knock at my door...

"Come In!" I yelled from the kitchen knowing it was probably Op, hopefully it is Op.

"Hey Jen, you know you probably shouldn't just let people in.." Op said with a laugh

"Well I knew it was you and my hands were full with a box" I said picking up another one and sitting it on the kitchen counter to unpack. I had almost unpacked everything in the kitchen; this was my last box for this room.

"Need any help?"

"Yes actually, there is a couple of bookcases for my TV and other things and I haven't got around to putting them together, would you mind?"

"Not at all" he said taking off his cut, hanging it on the back of the bar stool and rolling up his sleeves, something was off but I couldn't put my finger on it. He said he needed to talk but it seems like he needs the distraction, so I left him to it.

An hour later I decided to take a break when I noticed that Opie was done with the bookcases. I walked to the fridge and grabbed two beers, handing one to Op and opened one for myself. He took the beer and sat down beside me on the couch.

"Well, at least we are making some progress," I said looking around the apartment

"Yep" he said and took another long sip of his beer

"Opie, what's wrong? You said you needed to talk and then when you got here you seemed off?"

"It's Donna, she is freaking out over me getting back in with the club, but we need the money and I can't stay away. Once in the club always in the club, you know that and Clay is riding my ass."

"Op, I can talk to Jax and get him to get Clay to lay off if you wan..."

"No, that is the last thing I need, Clay giving me a break," he said interrupting me and his face turned sour. Now I am really worried

"Ok, I am sorry I offered"

"Jenna, it isn't like that, Clay just wants to make sure I am all in since the Kyle thing, no distractions."

"Please, do not mention him in this house, I despise him and hate him deeply for what he did to you"

"Jen, what he did to YOU wasn't fair and what he did to me is inexcusable and that is why they excommunicated him. He is gone, he can't even see his kid tomorrow at the fundraiser because it is a ‘Sons’ event," he said taking a hold of my hand and giving it a light squeeze

I hated Kyle more than anyone could imagine and him leaving Opie was the icing on the cake. Me and Opie talked about Donna and the kids and EVERYTHING that went on that made him happy or mad. Two and a half hours later and a 12 pack in I was starting to get hungry so Opie ordered a pizza. We ate and talked some more and watched a little TV when Opie got a call.

"Donna, I am not coming home until you calm down, I can't take you bitchin' at me for every little thing I do." He was silent but I could hear yelling coming from the other side. "I am fine I just need some space, I will be home in a day or two. Give the kids a kiss for me"

" Sorry about that," he said ending the phone call

"It's ok, but you shouldn't be so hard on her, she is still trying to get used to you being back." I said sliding over to where my leg touched his and leaning in as he put his arm around me as I rested my head on his chest.

"I know, but it isn't just me being back, she has also noticed I have been a little....um.... distracted lately" he said moving his arm from around me

I stood up and went to the kitchen to put my plate away, "distracted?"

"Yeah distracted," I heard as I felt a hand on my shoulder turning me around.

"You are the biggest distraction, all the feelings I had before you left for school came rushing back when I saw you. Jen you are the girl I think about all the time, I can't get you out of my head and even now standing here in athletic shorts and a t-shirt, I have never been so attracted to you," he said in a low voice as he stepped closer to me pinning me to the wall.

"Opie...what about Donn...." I said being cut off by Opie kissing me with more force then he ever has and more passion then I ever have been kissed.

"Let. Me. Worry. About. Her." he said in between kisses trailing down my neck. "I need this"

Opie put his hands under my thighs and lifting me up to where I could wrap my legs around his waist as he walked to my bed and laid me down hovering over me. He kissed down my neck as his hands went up my shirt and grazed my breasts. The desperation radiating off him as he quickly rid me of my shorts and shirt. He stood up pulling his shirt over his head taking his beanie with is. I reached up pulled him back down not wanting to miss a second of his warmth. His fingers started to work their way down my stomach to the elastic of my panties. His actions started to become more rushed when I felt him press into my thigh.

My hands went to his belt and just as I got ready to push his pants down...KNOCK … KNOCK … KNOCK ... dammit...

#samcro #opie winston #jax teller #fanfic #sons of anarchy

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royalrastafariannaynays · 7 years ago

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It Feels (minific)

It’s opening your eyes that hurts the most.

Moving the next second, you feel some pain from your… knee? And then the tube tugs in your arm, sending shocks from the needle, and you wince. And there’s a cast around your leg, and a splint brace on your wrist, and there’s tape and gauze all over your hands and shoulders and a few places on your arms.

But… opening your eyes hurts more than anything in your life.

Because there, sitting wrecked and asleep in a chair right in front of your bed, is John’s dad.

He’s basically your dad, at this point. Just officially adopted you as his kin a few months ago. You’re on the insurance and everything. He rescued you, and he’s tried so hard to help you be okay.

Now, that’s not the part that hurts.

No, the part that hurts, is that you’re too broken to make it work.

And you’re too fucked up to let him help.

The drugs on your brain are making you feel a little better, pain-wise. But there’s a horrible, messed-up, sinking feeling in your gut that’s not letting you participate with the class and be a good son. That feeling is everywhere. It makes you feel heavier than lead, heavier than weed, heavier than a Sunday morning after the first night in forty where you slept more than four hours consecutively.

It makes you feel like concrete. Shitty, plain, hot under the sun, cracking, old, and messy concrete. While he half-sits in that chair, breathing deeply and just barely snoring. His wrinkles are more pronounced, and he looks… terrible. By the greasy hair, he’s been caking on deodorant to stop from smelling terrible, as well.

The air vent in the room turns on, and you rip your eyes away from Mister Egbert Senior to look around the room.

Everything feels numb.

There’s a card or three on the bedside table. One with a can of shaving cream from John. He must be in class right now. It’s a Monday, right?

There’s also a small arrangement of flowers in a cube vase. It’s got some woody curly branch in it, and a few happy colors of flowers surrounding a single rose. That will be from Rose. It’s… smaller than usual. And less extravagant. It’s this bouquet that almost sets you to feeling like crying for the first time since you opened your eyes.

Rose would have sent it. “We’re glad you’re still here, Dave,” the little card in it reads. And the lily in it is just starting to open, and it’s got a big old sunflower on the side, your favorite, and you know she meant it. Your fucking sister. She’s got all the right tools to show just how much you mean to her.

And it feels a million times worse.

So you tear your gaze from the flowers, as well.

There are two crows hanging out on the window sill, and one of them looks inside and squawks. Are they here for you too?

And just as they squawk, and two more flutter down to join them on the ledge, you hear something fall to the floor.

Standing in the doorway is Karkat.

His eyes are full of tears as he scrambles to pick up the grape soda he dropped, and you watch with wonder as he hisses curses at himself. His little black fingernails and his thick fingers clench on the can, tapping the top so that it might still be okay to drink.

“Fucking,” he grumbles, and it’s the first voice since you blacked out from pain at that mall. “Cost me two dollars and I can’t even stop dropping this ice-cold piece of shit.”

“K–” you start, and you can’t finish. Karkat walks over to your bedside, and he looks rumpled. This kid you’ve had a single class with, who asked you on a date and you turned down, who brought you a candy apple after Halloween because you wanted one, who drove you home from school a few times, who silently held your hand and kissed you oh so softly in the closet at Jade’s New Years party. This kid who’s into football because he needs an after school activity and is your same age and is built like a truck, this guy who you thought was a jock but found out he hates jocks. This guy who’s been becoming one of your best bros.

This guy. Is here?

After what you did?

You gaze up at him in something like shock as he seats himself in the chair you didn’t notice, right next to the bed, with the Letterman across the back of it. You know that Letterman was paid for by the school, and it’s the only coat he owns, and that he’s only good at the sport for scholarships. And he’s so smart, too. And he’s so focused on school and doing well so that he can get a good job to help his dad retire early.

And. He’s here? For you?

He cares that much, about you?

Guilt wracks your body.

Karkat sniffles, and snaps. “What.”

“I…” you try, and it’s croaky and harsh and weak.

Your un-tethered hand scrabbles at your face to push up your shades, but they’re not there. Panic swells in your chest, and you hear the heart monitor spaz a little as you scan the room for them.

“They were smashed in the fall,” Karkat explains, softer than before.

When you look up, his eyes are searingly gentle. Auburn, soft against his olive complexion and angry brown hair.

“Oh,” you try, voice crackling on the single syllable you can get out, and you want to punch something.

Part of you is angry that it didn’t work. Part of you is angry that things still hurt. But most of you is angry at yourself, for doing something so stupid.

Now, you relive in slow motion.

“I’m really glad I got to talk to you again, Dave,” he says.

Exactly how it feels to jump off of a second story outdoor walkway.

First, there was trepidation. That day, going to visit Jade at the Earthbound Trading Co where she worked, you hadn’t even been planning it. But walking out of the mall, you were struck by an urge. Not necessarily to die, no. Though you didn’t know if you would care if the fall killed you. Was the second story high enough to kill? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe if you landed wrong.

And what exactly would be the problem with landing wrong, you thought, as you followed the dull impulse and climbed up to sit on the waist-high railing wall. It was a good distance down, maybe not far enough.

There was a sunburn on the back of your legs that protested the hard surface. It was from laying out by Egbert’s pool for too long. John looked worried when you came inside, but you shrugged and laughed it off. It’s not self harm if you just don’t care enough to remember sunscreen, right?

A car passed below, a nicer car than you could probably ever afford. A family passed behind you, murmuring about you in Spanish like you wouldn’t hear them or understand. You watched the glass doors of the mall entrance, and a cool draft from inside hit you in the face.

And then a security guard caught your eye. Opened her mouth, reached out a hand.

And you pushed off. That’s it, you pushed off. Hoping you would land sideways, at the last minute.

The fall wasn’t long enough to regret it. Though you half hit a holly bush, and half of you hit the ground. Left leg first, shin cracking down the middle and your leg buckling as the rest of you followed. Concrete when you hit the ground. A scream. A screech of tires. Head hitting. Pain, and then nothing.

Until you woke up just now.

Karkat is holding your gaze as you stare at him, unblinking, still looking a bit like he could burst into tears.

“The waterworks, Karks? Talk about overdone,” you tell him, looking at the cast. Or, not a cast, now that you examine it through the blankets. A brace, and… lumps of bandages. So the bone broke skin, huh.

“Shut the fuck up already, Dave,” he tells you, and it’s so final and absolute that you do. You slam your mouth shut, and now you feel like you might throw up.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

It’s Karkat’s turn to close his mouth, audibly shutting off his tongue and you can almost hear his frown. “Do you know how much we love you?” he asks. “How much you would be missed?”

“I do now,” you try, and he hisses again, bites back another snapping retort. You said the wrong thing.

“Was it planned?” he asks, then, and you find yourself taken off guard.

Maybe he knows you regret it enough already.

“No,” you whisper, and that’s it. There’s a choking, firm lump in your throat, and you find yourself struggling to breathe around it. Karkat hands you, out of nowhere, one of those tall, thick hospital mugs with the translucent plastic, and you’re only able to sip from it.

And then, a nurse comes in, smile on her face and way too sunny for the situation. “Sir?” she asks, patiently and a little tired, like Karkat must have been asking them a lot of questions. You know he gets tired of dealing with people, so you don’t blame him. You guess.

Karkat waves in your direction, and you find yourself locking eyes with the nurse. She looks pleasantly surprised to see you awake.

“Oh, with all that blood loss we were expecting at least another four hours!” she exclaims, and goes to the wall behind herself to fetch a chart and pen. “It’s good to see you, Mister Strider,” she says, so friendly and sweet. You try to smile but you’re sure it only looks like a cringe.

The nurse takes your vitals anyway.

And then she changes your bandages. When she rips the first one off, you groan. And the groan is loud enough to make Karkat snort a laugh, and then something you weren’t ready for at all.

It wakes up John’s Dad. His name is Gene. But you’re not used to it yet.

And you stare at him, and he stares at you. And Karkat watches the nurse like a hawk (his father is a nurse).

Even as the bandages are torn away and replaced, and the lady takes your pain levels and writes them down, and tries to ask you questions about how you’re feeling to which you only have noncommital answers, and then says she’ll be right back with your doctor, you stare at John’s Dad.

He looks disappointed, happy, and sad all in one.

When the nurse is gone, you croak and clatter and try to explain.

But he waves you off.

“You can explain when you’re more comfortable,” he says. And relief floods through you. “Or not at all, if that’s what you want.”

The guilt pours back again. Why didn’t you talk to him, instead? The drugs are making you feel dizzy now, and you shake your head as fast as you can to rid the feeling. Hot tip: it’s not that fast.

“I’m just glad that you’re still here, and you’re okay, and you’re going to make a smooth recovery,” he says, then.

You feel yourself look down at your knees.

“The insurance will cover this, except a small amount,” he adds, and you watch his ankles as he straightens in his chair.

Karkat snorts, and then taps your forehead. He finds the gauze there with one hand, pulling on the tape enough to make you (very slowly) reach up to bat it away. “And possible brain damage,” he says, scolding.

Dad scolds him in turn and reprimands him for the obvious lie, while you work up the nerve to just tell him one last thing.

“I’m sorry,” you say. Like a benediction, like it would save you from anything. Karkat shuts up, and stands. He waves, and says something about giving you some space as he leaves.

John’s dad is quiet for all of maybe five entire minutes. It feels like an eternity. With the drugs you’re on, you’re not sure how much time actually passes.

“It’s okay, Dave,” he tells you. And he stands. You watch his hands wring in each other as he settles into the chair Karkat just left.

“I’m just glad you’re still here,” he repeats his earlier sentiment. You feel your eyes well up, now. “Just don’t do it again, okay?”

Fuck. The doctor will be here soon.

“After all,” he adds, and his voice cracks. “I didn’t even get to spend enough time with my new son yet.”

You’re crying, now.

Sniffling, ugly, like a new baby. Snot isn’t your friend. Dad knows enough not to hold you, but he lays his hand out to your side, palm-up.

It’s so warm and big as you clutch it, so rough from work and it feels so much like a hug. So much like a hug from the father you always wanted. It hurts, how much you needed it. Hurts how much you needed a parent, a guardian, a piece of comfort and stability. And you sob, there, silently through your dry throat. And he cries a little bit too, you think. But not as much.

You’re still holding his hand so tight when the doctor comes in.

Later, you’ve let it go, but John and Jade come to visit. Rose pays a visit herself before you’re released, reading you poetry as a captive audience. And when you go home, Karkat comes by every day after practice to bring you homework and dote on you. You’ll start therapy.

You’ll get better.

And it’s good.

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jo-the-schmo · 8 years ago

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Alternate Ending Submission for Breaking

The play had ended but the flow of tears could not to be stopped running down your cheek. Your friend Anna grew worried and brought you home after the play, she would have expected you to gush over the events of tonight but you remained speechless during the whole car ride.

Once you got home and laid on your bed, thoughts had began to create an endless ripple of “what if’s?”

Is it possible? You asked yourself, but then again you aren’t sure of anything anymore.

Rebirth from ashes? Philip was the sun. He was the fire that ignited so much life inside yours. Could he managed to be brought back to life himself? To this world? To this time period? Your mind wondered to think of Anthony. There were stars in his eyes, something that reminded you of your Philip. Could he be?

You had to see him again. You closed your eyes and were lulled to sleep by the comfort of your bed.

You started to dream vaguely.

There! The field stretched far into the horizon, there was only light. Laughter had rang out like a familiar melody. Warmth enveloped your body. Strong callous hands waiting to catch you. You both fell on the grass surrounded by countless baby’s breath flowers, the tip of your noses touching. Lips so soft that arched a smile when it kissed your skin. You didn’t want to be anywhere else other than where you are at this moment.

“Find me..” the wind whispered.

You opened your eyes to be greeted by morning. You knew you weren’t physically capable yet but every mental power in you pushed your body otherwise.

You showered, got dressed, and did the other usual routines then you were out the door. You took a cab and went to Broadway. A ton of people were waiting outside the theatre just to catch a glimpse of the actors, and hopefully might be able to get a hand on the tickets during the lotto. It was the Ham4ham show.

You pushed through the crowed and you found yourself placed front row of the show.

Lin-Manuel Miranda came out with Philippa Soo talking about the kids of Alexander Hamilton. Lin hit the door to signal the actors to come out. Your heart swelled seeing all of them complete! Philip, Angie, Alex Jr, James, John, William, Eliza and even tho you haven’t met him, the little Philip.

You kept your eyes fixed on Anthony. He played your sunshine and you wished you could come and take him in your arms.

Everyone had finished their solos but there was on more surprise. Instead of the little Philip being the last to sing they added the actress that played Titania. She took Anthony’s hand while singing. You stared at them for a moment, he looked at her and kissed her hand.

Honestly it felt weird being outside of that picture. You and Philip are now history, it can never be. You and Titania are now both different people. You will never have your sunshine back, Anthony was merely an actor.

After the Ham4Ham show people started clearing and you wanted to warm yourself up with a hot beverage. Your hand was ready for reach the handle of the door when someone beat you to it. The young man had opened it for you

“Oh…” you were surprised to meet with Anthony’s eyes “Let me get that for you.” He said with a smile and you gave him a nod as you walked in, Anthony was following behind. “Thanks for that..” you said coolly. You stared at him, even if he did look like yoursunshine, it didn’t feel like Philip at all.. “Your performance at the Ham4Ham show was great.” You complimented trying to strike up conversation.

“Oh yeah! Thanks! I think I saw you in front with the crowed?” He asked while you guys made your way to order your beverages

“Yeah that was me. It was great you guys told the story of the other Hamilton children.” You smiled and when you tried to reach out the money to pay, Anthony had already beaten you to it.

“So you’re into the history of the Hamilton’s?” He chuckled and you shrugged trying not to make it a big deal. The Hamiltons’ were a big deal to you

“Well yeah? Who doesn’t like learning a little bit now and then? It’s like you’re immersing yourself deeply as if you were living in those times. You know?”

Anthony took your cups and handed you you your order “God! You sound like my cousin, but he’s a Historian.. well studying to be.” He scratched his head. “Really?” You said intrigued taking a sip of your drink

“Actually..” he said surveying the café “I came here to meet him before the show. You wanna join us?” He turned his gaze back to you

“I guess I could? Thanks.” You followed behind him as he went over to a guy typing on his laptop like there was no tomorrow.

“Hey, Phil!” Anthony exclaimed greeting his cousin. Phil was pulled away from his work and stood up from his seat and gave his cousin one of those bro hugs that men usually do.

“Phil?” You said oddly

“Short for Philip..” he cleared while turning his attention to you. Your face tried not to show any surprise in your expressions.

Phil was a young and seemed to be at the same age as you and Anthony, his hair was tied in a bun away from his face and his grey shirt had two of the buttons undone. He looked gorgeous you thought.

“Philly, this is…” Anthony turned to you snapping his fingers “I’m sorry, we were talking and I didn’t think to get your name?” He laughed embarrassed and Phil shook his head at his cousin and folded his hands to his chest smiling.

You were stunned for a moment but collected your thoughts in time for a reply

“Oh! I-I’m (Y/N).. it’s a pleasure to meet you, Phil…” you stuttered and extended your hand out for him to shake, but instead he took your hand and leaned in to place a gentle kiss. You were awe-struck to what he did.

It made your heart race in delight, his touch was so familiar. He looked up at you with his eyes. Oh! His eyes!

You felt the blood creep up to your cheeks. You quickly changed your mood as to not seem like you were easily flustered.

“I hear that you’re a historian, do you often spend your time at a place like this?” You said looking around with a smile. Your hand was still being held by his.

“If it takes learning a war for us to meet it, will have been worth it.” He said a with a wink that made you roll your eyes playfully, he was such a flirt and you took your hand back and laughed

Anthony chuckled at both of you.. “Hey! They’ll be looking for me back at the theatre.. I’ll see you guys. Alright?” And with that he left.

Philip helped you sit down and tried to go back to work. An old piece of parchment caught your eye. The writing was so familiar! Your eyes widened and took it without any other thought.

Could it be?

“Are these Titania’s letters?” You asked a little too enthusiastic. Philip gave you a look of fondness “It is..” he took more of the letters out from his satchel “Actually, they’re duplicated ones. The museum doesn’t let me bring the real ones into harsh conditions.” He scanned the notes and brushed the letters with his fingertips with such sentimental value of Titania’s words to Philip.

“He was her sunshine…” You said softly. Philip looked up then turned to you with a smile. “And you were his star…” he held your hand and kissed the back of it.

-OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING!!! I'm like...star-struck right now!! PUN FULLY INTENDED! I loved it so much!!!-

#Breaking...#AMAZING #submission

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mtwy · 7 years ago

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People Magazine

USA September 2nd 1985

Welcome to the remaking of Apocalypse Now. —Sean Penn, addressing his wedding guests

From above the bluffs of Point Dume, Malibu, a half-dozen choppers filled with photographers sent down a windy backwash and a constant din. Below, at the huge wooden gates fronting real-estate developer Dan Unger’s $6.5 million home, blue-blazered guards oversaw an I.D. check of all who entered, while inside others prepared for the evening ahead by arming themselves with infrared binoculars to scan the perimeter for intruders. One interloper—an Italian photographer in camouflage gear and blackened face who had been hiding in the shrubbery since 1:30 in the morning—was ejected and his pictures of the blessed event were destroyed.

That event was the marriage of Madonna Louise Ciccone and Sean Penn, perhaps the oddest couple since Marilyn Monroe was blown away by Arthur Miller’s cerebellum. What did they see in each other, this gifted but reclusive film star who shuns publicity the way bats shun sunlight, and this sexy rocker who crafted her dare-to-tease image in the photographers’ flash? But here was the former at the media event of the summer and the latter dressed in antique tulle and bustle like any other blushing bride.

Except for the airborne intruders, this wedding would be done in private before about 220 friends, family and professional associates. Among the guests were the bride’s seven brothers and sisters, her 73-year-old grandmother, the groom’s family and a coterie of chums, including Rosanna Arquette (Madonna‘s Desperately Seeking Susan co-star), Christopher Walken, Carrie Fisher, Andy Warhol, Diane Keaton and Tom Cruise.

They had been arriving for more than an hour, filing past a legion of reporters at the gates, past the elaborate security checkpoint, and moving out to the poolside setting overlooking the Pacific. Finally, shortly before 6:30 p.m. the principals themselves appeared, Sean in a double-breasted $695 Gianni Versace suit he had bought off the rack one week earlier on Rodeo Drive, Madonna in a strapless Cinderella gown created by her Like a Virgin tour designer and video image-maker, Marlene Stewart. Madonna‘s French-twist hairdo was covered with a black bowler draped in cream-colored tulle, her trademark crucifixes discreetly discarded for a single long earring and an antique pearl bracelet. Draped across her dress like a beauty contestant’s sash was a silver-and-pink silk metallic net, dripping with encrusted jewels, pearls and dried roses. “We wanted a ’50s feeling,” designer Stewart would say later, “something Grace Kelly might have worn.”

With strains of Moments of Love drowned out by the choppers above, the bride walked down the grassy aisle on the arm of her father, then let go of his elbow and cheerily spoke her final words as a single woman: “Bye, Dad.” Flanked only by the best man, director James (At Close Range) Foley, who sported two weeks of whiskers and a dark-green linen suit, and the maid of honor, Madonna‘s sister Paula, the couple exchanged vows in a five-minute ceremony conducted by Judge John Merrick. Penn then lifted his wife’s veil and, to the accompaniment of the theme from Chariots of Fire, planted a kiss on her upturned lips, sparking a standing ovation.

Hey, you’ve done this before. Do you just cut one piece or do you have to slice up the whole thing? —Madonna asking Cher’s advice while cutting the cake

After the vows, waiters rushed out with trays of Cristal champagne and sushi, as Malcolm McLaren’s Madame Butterfly blared from loudspeakers. Moments later the newlyweds appeared on a balcony, just like Romeo and Juliet. Penn toasted “the most beautiful woman in the world,” and struggled playfully to remove her garter for the obligatory toss. The partygoers then adjourned to a white open-air tent and a feast prepared by Spago restaurant: a five-tier hazelnut wedding cake with sugar flowers, lobster ravioli, rack of lamb, swordfish and baked potatoes stuffed with sour cream and caviar. Table wines included an Acacia Pinot Noir from California’s Madonna Vineyard.

In the house an entire room had been set aside for wedding gifts. There was a 1912 antique silver tea service from John Daly, producer of Penn’s last film, The Falcon and the Snowman, and an antique jukebox with 24 of Madonna‘s favorite oldies from Mo Os-tin, chairman of Warner Bros. Records. A 12-place china setting in Madonna‘s registered Tiffany pattern courtesy of Playboy never materialized, despite rumors to the contrary. Just as well. Still peeved over the six-year-old nude pictures of her used by Playboy and Penthouse just last month, she had threatened to return any such peace offering (retail cost: $12,000) in shards.

Mad dog to mad dog one…do you copy? —Ground-to-air walkie-talkie transmission to a helicopter

Many of the guests had carried their presents with them, because the security-conscious invitations hadn’t provided an address. Instead, friends were summoned to a joint birthday party (her 27th, his 25th) and told to leave a number where they could be reached with directions.

As evening fell, guests moved to a parquet dance floor set up over the tennis courts and lit with pink floodlights. Disc jockey Terence Toy opened with a Swing-era tape, then switched to livelier fare—Motown’s greatest dance tunes and Madonna‘s own Into the Groove. The bride boogied with her usual enthusiasm, even lifting her layered skirt during one fast-moving number to reveal a flowered-brocade slip underneath. At about 10 o’clock, the get-together began its slow dissolve. “It was all very intimate, except for those obnoxious helicopters,” proclaimed departing Susan Seidelman, director of Desperately Seeking Susan. “A very classy affair,” said another guest. “Like Tiffany’s with just a dash of flash.”

That probably surprised some observers, especially those more familiar with the groom’s public truculence than his private charms. While establishing himself as one of Hollywood’s rising stars in films like Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Bad Boys and The Falcon and the Snowman, Penn has earned far fewer kudos for his antics offscreen. Notoriously camera-wary (with all but movie cameras), he has menaced most approaching photographers, refused interviews even to promote his films and last year irked Falcon studio execs by spending most of the movie’s premiere party behind a potted palm. Back home he tools about Hollywood with the Brat Pack, the stick-to-themselves—and equally publicity shy—group of actors that includes best-pal Timothy Hutton, Emilio Estevez and Cruise.

When Penn introduced himself to Madonna during the taping of her Material Girl video this year, it might have seemed to some like a meeting of the beauteous and the beastly. “I just remember her saying, ‘Get out! Get out! Get out!’ ” Penn told his wedding guests. He was smitten all the same. “Afterward I was over at a friend’s house, and he had a book of quotations. He picked it up and turned to a random page and read the following: ‘She had the innocence of a child and the wit of a man.’ I looked at my friend, and he just said, ‘Go get her.’ ”

The other relationships weren’t right because they weren’t fifty-fifty. This one is. Neither one of them is in control; she can learn from him, and he can learn from her. —Longtime Madonna friend Martin Burgoyne

The courtship had its rocky moments. She spent much of the time on tour pumping sales of her Like a Virgin LP (8.5 million so far). He was in Tennessee making At Close Range with brother Chris and Christopher Walken. On one of her visits there, the couple was approached by two British photographers and Penn reacted with typical fury, allegedly beating off his pursuers with a rock. He was arrested and faces assault charges in October as well as a $1 million civil suit from the Fleet Street journalists.

Luckily, Southern California seemed to have a soothing effect. Just before the wedding, the young lovers spent a lot of time together in Madonna‘s $1,350-a-month, two-bedroom apartment in the shadow of the famed Hollywood hillside sign. Close friends and those who have seen the couple together scoff at the suggestion that the pairing may be a publicity ploy. For one thing, Penn clearly wants no such attention. And, says a friend of the bride, “I’ve never seen two more passionate people. Forget about the superstar stuff; Madonna is a girl wildly in love.”

As their nuptials approached, the couple prepared like many lovers headed to the altar. In July Madonna attended a wedding shower held in the Upper East Side Manhattan apartment of Nancy Huang, girlfriend of Madonna‘s record producer, Nile Rodgers. On hand were a dozen pals, including singer Alannah Currie of the Thompson Twins and actress Mariel Hemingway, plus a half-dozen menfriends dressed in drag for the occasion. That was the only offbeat touch: The gift boxes contained lingerie, a quilt, a push-button phone (sequined), jewelry and other predictables.

Two days before her wedding the bride-to-be and about 10 pals held an old-fashioned bachelorette party at the Tropicana, a sleazy mudwrestling club in the sleaziest area of Hollywood. Wearing dark glasses, no makeup and her hair in a bun, the star who made her name in music sat and cheered two others who were making their mark in mud.

He’s a very nice guy. He reminds me of a little boy, like he’s 8 years old and he’s got so many cookies he doesn’t know what to do with them. —Stripper Kitten Natividad, describing Sean Penn

The groom, meanwhile, had other, though not entirely dissimilar, plans: an old-fashioned stag party, with entertainment by Kitten (42-24-36). Held in a private room above Hollywood’s Roxy nightclub, the boys’ night out attracted Chris Penn, actors Harry Dean Stanton, David Keith, Cruise and Robert Duvall, and Cameron Crowe, screenwriter of Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Thanks to an open bar, “they were all pretty buzzed,” Kitten says of her audience. Sean “was feeling no pain. But he didn’t fall on his face or anything. When he talked, he made sense.”

Though Sean was slapping his thighs in glee when Kitten peeled all to the soon-to-be Mrs. Penn’s Material Girl, the evening produced few ungentle-manly moments. Harry Dean Stanton did arrive late, and when he entered, recalls Kitten, “Sean picked up my blouse and said, ‘See what you missed?’ ” Then he shoved Stanton’s face straight into Ms. Natividad’s ta-tas. She didn’t mind a bit. “Sometimes I do, but it was Sean’s night, and he could have done whatever he wanted to. That was about as wild as he got.”

Whether the months and years ahead with his hyper-visible mate will be any wilder—whether there will even be months, let alone years—only time will tell. In the afterglow their goal is a picture of togetherness. Madonna, ready to sign a Disney Pictures contract for a kidnap film, has been shopping for a joint movie project with her new husband. In the meantime there is a new midnight-blue $44,000 Mercedes to drive (a gift to herself), a new line of Madonna-wear due this fall and plans for a spacious estate on a secluded spot in Malibu. But visitors had best beware. When asked whether he was going to put up a fence for security, Penn replied: “A fence, nothing. We’re going to have gun towers.”

#1985 #peoplemagazine #wedding

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