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put-me-through-the-wall · 1 month ago

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All Bark, No Bite

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BodyGuard!Simon "Ghost" Riley x rich girl!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: Simon takes on a job that may be more than he bargained for.

Content warnings: This story contains elements of intoxication, sexual assault, and violence. If you are not in the headspace to consume this content please scroll on.

A/N: Hello folks, I am kinda getting back into the swing of things. While working on another story this idea popped into my head and I had to get it down while the creativity was flowing. Pumped this bad boy out in one day so if it seems rushed I apologize. I just wanted to get it done tonight before I have to go back to work. As usual let me know what you think. If y'all like it I may do a part two. Thank you so much for all the support! Love you guys!

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At first Simon was irritated at such a small time job being given to someone with his expertise. Growing more resentful by the day as he prepares for his stay at your family's property. When he was offered a long term private security job he thought it would be more along the idea of escorting an important political figure or guarding an extremely dangerous weapon of mass destruction. He never thought he would see himself packing suits and nice shoes for a job.

He becomes a little less irritated when he is introduced to you. Seeing such a beautiful young woman greet him in the entryway of your dazzling family home he figures the next few months may not be so bad. Getting to watch a cute little thing like you all day stroll around the expansive acres of gardens and woodlands.

As he takes your delicate hand carefully in his own upon your first meeting. “Pleasure to meet you ma’am” making sure to use his best manners.

You roll your eyes. "Why would I need a bodyguard?" you scoff to your father’s assistant, hardly bothering to make eye contact with Simon.

Simon was taken aback by the rude attitude that mismatched with your sweet appearance. It is explained to you that now that you are going out on your own you need someone to make sure you're safe. After a huff you stomp off, thus beginning Simon’s first day.

During your first night together he can see why he was requested for this job. As soon as the sun sets you're out the door without a word. Simon scrambles to catch up as you climb in the backseat of your private car. Slipping in just before the driver slams the door in his face.

"Oh my god, are you serious?" you look at him in shock. Scooting as far away from him as possible, pressing against the opposite car door, as if his very presence was an assault. "No way this is happening. You’re staying here,"

"Sorry ma'am. Just doin' my job," he firmly plants himself next to you and stares ahead.

You huff and puff the whole drive to town. Complaining that he is going to ruin your night and scare away any man who approaches. Simon silently smiles under his mask at your bratty tone.

When the car pulls up outside of a raging club you are quick to crawl over Simon's intruding frame and get out ahead of him. In your haste unintentionally flashing him a pretty view of your lace panties underneath your criminally short dress.

You get a brisk pace once out of the vehicle, rushing past all the patrons and straight to the bouncer. Flashing him a smile and your ID he seems to already know you well and you walk past barely slowing down your pace.

The bounce is quick to halt Simon in his tracks though. Makes him stop to explain before reluctantly allowing him access.

When he step inside he is momentarily stunned by the pulsing colorful lights and pounding music. His height gives him an advantage as he scans the crowd of partygoers searching for you. You have managed to mix in with the sea of people while he was held up at the door.

He pushes through to the bar, carelessly shoving away anyone in his path. Ignoring the excuse you's and angry swears tossed his way. He eventually finds you, sparkling in your rhinestone covered dress leaned provocatively against the bar trying to get the bartender's attention. He watches you bat your eyelashes and cross your arms under your breasts. Proudly showing off to anyone who would look your way.

When you feel the large presence behind you, you look over your shoulder with flirty eyes until you realize who it is. "God, take a hint," you shout over the loud music. You turn back to the bar and bang your hand on the counter top, "Hey! can I please get a drink!"

The bartender finally steps over. "What will it be tonight?" he greets you smugly with a knowing grin.

"Hm surprise me," you counter with a sweet smile.

He mixes a colorful drink and pours it into a martini glass before sliding it over to you. You hand over your gilded credit card, "Keep it open," you wink. You spin around while taking a sip of your drink, almost bumping into Simon.

"Look, if you're going to hang around all night you need to give me room to breathe at least." You shove your hand into his chest and push him away harshly. Though, frustratingly, he hardly budges.

Simon suppresses the urge to grab your little wrist in his crushing grip and show you how to be respectful to others. Instead he stares down at you refusing to break your annoyed stare. He can tell you're used to people shrinking away under your gaze.

You quirk in an eyebrow and humorlessly chuckle before breezing past him and onto the dance floor. You maneuver into the crowd up towards the DJ. Simon keeps his distance for now allowing you to dance freely under his watchful eye. He finds a high table in an unlit corner of the club at the edge of the crowd.

You move to the pulse of the music. Swaying your hips loosely, the jewels of your dress reflecting the passing lights. You spin and twist like a human embodiment of a disco ball in the center of the dance floor. Your free hand trails down your body sensually as you mouth the words to the song playing. You are carefree as you sip your drink quickly extinguishing its contents.

It's not long until a stranger approaches you from behind. Both hands coming around you to pull your hips into them. You smile and move along with them. The man ducks his head down and whispers into your ear causing you to giggle.

Simon hates watching this stranger run his hands along your perfect body. Smelling your perfume and touching your hot, soft skin. He knows the stranger only wants you for one reason and it angers him to watch. Simon feels a fury building inside of him but he stays put, not wanting to make a scene just yet. Waiting to see how far the exchange will go.

The man's hand slides up your waist, brushing the underside of your breasts. You don't seem to mind as you continue dancing, closing your eyes and bringing one of your hands up to hold onto the back of his neck and running your fingers through his hair.

After a few songs together and several more drinks the man is now kissing up your neck and fully groping your body. The movements are growing more heated by the second. He whispers in your ear again and you bite your lip in response. You look through the crowd until through the wall bobbing heads your eyes find Simon's through the busy crowd. Your playful smile drops when he raises his hand to wave at you letting you know he is still here and still watching, much to your discontent.

You spin around to meet the stranger face to face. Your movements have become sloppy and uncoordinated with the amount of alcohol in your system. You pull him down by his shirt so you can mumble in his ear once more. He smiles and grabs your hand quickly pulling you in the opposite direction. You nearly trip over your own feet following him. You look back at Simon and wave back sarcastically with a wink before disappearing in the crowd of dancing bodies.

Simon makes a beeline towards you but by the time he breaks through the congestion of people you are nowhere in sight. He walks along the perimeter of the room not seeing you at the bar or sitting in the lounge area. He grows frantic in his search scanning for you but finding nothing.

He find his way to a hazy corridor lit by strips of red lights along the ceiling. The walls lined with couples making out or smoking in the cramped passageway. He breaks apart a few offended couples to make sure it wasn't you. He can’t believe he agreed to do this shit. Chasing around a spoiled rich brat was not the job he signed up for.

He reaches the exit door at the end of the hallway. He pushes through to reveal the dim city alleyway. Worn brick walls scattered with graffiti are lined with trash cans and dumpsters. He steps down from the stoop to the concrete ground littered with garbage. He looks back and forth, seeing no signs of life besides a few roaches scattering underneath an old can. He is about to head back inside for another look when a nearby noise catches his attention.

He freezes in place until he hears more shuffling and soft mumblings. He steps quietly down the alley. Walking past one of the large dumpsters he locates the origin of the sounds. Finally finding you. You’re pressed against the side of the dumpster along with the stranger.

The man's hand covers your mouth and his other freely roams your body, dipping underneath the hem of your dress. You whimper out weakly trying to push him off with no avail. Your unfocused eyes widen when you see Simon walking towards you. Your muffled protests grow more persistent as you plead for help. "I said shut up, bitch," the stranger hisses.

Simon’s brain short circuits at the sight before him. It all goes red. He wastes no time snatching up the back of man's jacket and yanking him off of you. Without the man holding you up, you fall back against the metal side of the dumpster. Weak legs unable to hold you up as you crumple to the dirty floor.

Simon pushes the man to the other side of the alley and into the wall. Immediately bashing his shocked expression with several punches and he holds him in place by the collar. The man grunts out in pain with each hit, his cheekbone and eye socket swelling from the abuse almost instantly.

"You like taking advantage of girls?" Simon questions dangerously. His voice came out as more of a growl before continuing his assault. “Piece o' shit. I’ll fucking kill you,”

In between punches the man attempts to put his hands up in dense, "I'm sorry man! I-I didn't know she was yours" the words quickly tumble from his bloody lips.

Only infuriating Simon further he pulls his pistol from his concealed holster on his back. He grabs the side of the man's jaw harshly until his mouth is forced open. He shoves the barrel into the man's mouth. “I should blow your bloody brain out. That’s what I like. Killing sick fuck’s like you. Would you like that, mate?” He cocks his head in question.

The man shakes his head urgently. Simon shoves the barrel further into his mouth, completely stretching the man's mouth open to fit the intruding cool steel. “It doesn’t feel good, does it? Being forced to take it, huh?”

The man shakes his head again looking to be on the edge of tears. Simon removes the pistol from his mouth “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me” the man whimpers. Simon pulls the man off the wall and pushes him towards you, gun now pressed to the back of his head.

“Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to her” Simon demands

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I thought-” The man is cut off when Simon hits him in the back of the head with the handle of his pistol.

“You thought nothin’. Just say you’re bloody sorry” He grits out.

“I’m sorry” the man cries.

Satisfied that the man has had enough punishment for now Simon reholsters his weapon and leans until he is only inches away from the man’s face. Simon’s crazed eyes darted across the man’s face. “If I ever see you again, you are dead. Yeah?” Simon's voice now scarily calm. The man nods frantically. Simon nods in return then shoves the man backwards.

He falls back onto the dirty concrete ground roughly. He scrambles back up to his feet and bolts out of the alley way.

Finally Simon turns his attention back to you. On your hands and knees sniffling as you gather several of your items that spilled out of your dropped purse.

Simon quickly kneels down to meet you. "You alright?" you shake your head and look up to him pitifully. Your makeup is now smeared down your cheeks. Your hair hangs messily around your face.

"He broke my purse," your words coming out slurred and whiney.

Simon's heart pangs with sympathy as you hold up your sparkling purse to show its broken strap.

"S' alright, we'll get you a new one," he gently takes your hands and brings you to your feet. He adjusts your dress for you, pulling down its hem to cover more of your exposed thighs and push your fallen strap back on your shoulder. As his hand brushes the exposed skin you shiver causing your skin to erupt into goosebumps. You hold your arms against your chest to combat the chilly evening air.

“He told me he just wanted to talk somewhere quieter. I-I didn’t even realize wha-”

“Shh, S’ gonna be okay. You don’t need to explain. I know.” Simon takes off his large coat and puts it over your shoulders, pulling it tight around you so you are totally swallowed by its dense material.

"Can we go home?" you ask shakily.

"Course, ma'am" his hand comes around your shoulders to usher you out of the alley way. You wobble when you try to walk. Simon catches you as your legs start to buckle beneath you.

Without a second though Simon scoops you up in his strong arms. He is surprised at your lack of protest. You drop your head onto his shoulder as a few tears continue bleeding into the fabric of his shirt. You mumble watery apologies, half of the words lost as incoherent slurs.

"Don't need to apologize. Just doing my job, ma'am," Simon steps out to the road and sees your car parked and waiting just across the road. The driver hops out and opens the door for him.

Simon carefully places you down on the seat before ducking into the car himself. When he sits you scoot closer and drop your head to lean on his bicep. Your arms wrap around his forearm, finger dancing across his skin tracing the veins down to his hand. You gasp when your blurry vision focuses on his bloody knuckles.

“Oh my god” you mumble.

“M’ alright ma’am. I’ve had much worse.” Simon reassures you. He looks down to see you already gazing up at him. Even with your disheveled appearance he can't help but think how effortlessly beautiful you are.

"You don't need to call me ma'am," you chuckle and rub your damp eyes, smudging your makeup further.

"What would you like me to call you?" he asks. He brushes away a stand of hair in front of your eyes, tucking it behind your ear.

"Don't know, what do I look like?"

Simon takes a minute to ponder. He watches as the passing streetlights cast a fleeting light into the window of the backseat. The yellow beams illuminating across each rhinestone on your shimmering dress peeking out from underneath his jacket. Your diamond earrings and necklace frame your face, matching the rest of your glittering outfit. Simon thinks they are nothing compared to the sparkle in your big round eyes. Then he wonders when he becoming such a hopeless sap. He wonders if you will even remember this in the morning.

All that fuss and harsh words from you earlier now a distant memory as you lean against his side. You were wrapping around his arms in a vice. Legs curled up under you, one of your heels had fallen to the floor of the car. You look up at him expectantly still waiting for an answer.

"You look like a princess,"

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13as07 · 8 months ago

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Gift

(Rock Lee)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: @randomwords-world

Word Count: 3,323

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Pregnancy Trope Alert (cause I think it'll be cute); Also, Lee would 100% be the Dad to pass out in the delivery room

Neji still isn't dead because I refuse to believe it and I'm a bit pissed off about it still

Part Two?

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Neji waddles around after me in the kitchen, helping me prep the food for the party going on in the living room. Ever since Mr Know-It-All found out I was pregnant, he's been my personal guard dog, insisting on helping me until I tell Lee about it. He swears he'll back off after, but seeing how he was for Hinata's pregnancy I doubt that's true. Maybe I'll get lucky and be able to squeeze out of it on the ruling of "Best Friend's Wife" but I doubt that as well.

"Lee-Chan, you look ridiculous," he mutters for the hundredth time, referring to the mask I've chosen to wear over my face while we're in the kitchen. The mask that he snatches away from me.

For whatever reason tomatoes seem to trigger my morning sickness - that seems to be more of an all-day sickness - and Lee wanted curry for his Birthday lunch, which requires tomatoes. So, I've spent the day constantly throwing up as I've prepared the curry, the side dishes, and the appetizers.

"Just let me worry about the curry, won't you woman?" Neji gently teases, snatching the wooden spoon from me before using it to give a playful tap to my hand. "Go take the cheese trays and such out to the party and spend some time with your husband."

"I'm finally, Nej. I can handle the food," I try to fight back, a smile spreading on my face because of the demanding man.

"As this generation's voted big brother, I'm telling you no. Go spend time with Lee," He bites back, hand on his hip and the spoon waving around in the air as he lectures me.

"Who voted for that?"

"Me," Neji answers, eyes locked on me for a second before flicking towards the door, nonverbally ordering me to leave. I let out a sigh but give in and pick up one of the cheese trays before heading toward the living room. "Thank you," he says more to himself than me. What a diva Neji turned out to be.

Welcomebacks are thrown at me by the partygoers; friends, colleagues, and random civilians who have come to stay for the party or popped in to give Lee a quick "Happy Birthday". For the past hour or so our front door has been propped open with constant foot traffic in and out. I'm going to have to mop tomorrow.

It doesn't take long for Rock to see me, his smile somehow growing more once his eyes land on me. He's such a lover boy and he's going to be such a good father. "There you are, my pretty midnight Orchid," he calls, instantly leaving the people he's talking with to come greet me.

"Here I am," I repeat, setting the serving plate on the long table packed with food. I start messing with the table, stacking the empty trays and piling up the trash to be thrown away.

"You've done enough already, my precious Orchid," Rock mutters, scooping my hands between his. Our hands are folded together, mine in the middle and his covering mine as his head bows down. My lover boy wastes no time brushing kisses over every inch of skin stretched across my finger. "Sit down for a moment, or at least come stand with me for a while. I feel like I've barely seen you since the guests have gotten here."

"I'm sorry, Rocky. I'm just trying to make sure the food comes out right and such."

His smile doesn't waiver as he looks at me, as happy as ever to be looking at and touching me. I swear no matter how long we're together I don't think the honeymoon phase is ever going to end with Rock. "I know, beautiful. I appreciate all of it, I really do. I didn't see Neji leave the kitchen so I'm sure he's handling everything and even if he's not, our guests will be fine if you take a few moments to spend with me."

"You're dumb, Rocky," I mutter, warmth climbing up my cheeks at how eager my husband is to spend time with me. I swear he jumped off the pages of one of those romance books.

"Well if wanting to spend time with my lady is dumb, then I'm as dumb as they come, Chamomile." I laugh at his joke, leaning forward to steal a kiss. He eagerly returns it, a hand curling around my wrist as the other one slides up to cup my cheek. "Your lips always taste so sweet," he hums dreamily when we pull apart, the hand on my cheek moving again to twirl a piece of my hair. "If all I got was you today, I could die a happy man. Do you know that my precious Poppy?"

I can feel the heat rising on my cheeks, the darkening of my blush widening Rock's smile. I swear it's harder for him not to compliment me than it is for him to compliment me. "I'm glad but I'm sure you'll change your mind after you open your gifts."

His smile loosens a bit, confusion trapped in his eyes as he searches my face. His hands clamp around mine again, tugged up to his lips so he can decorate my fingertips in kisses. "Dandelion, no material item could ever make me as happy as you have. I'm sorry if I've done something to make you feel that way."

I laugh again, the present I for Rock rolling around in my head as I watch his mini-panic. "You haven't. Don't think too much about it, okay? It'll make sense later. I just know I got you a really good present this year."

"Still, no matter what you got me, you'll always make me the happiest."

"I don't think so," I tease, my cheeks starting to hurt from my smile and the secret of his present resting on the tip of my tongue.

"What is this great gift you got me then, Lotus?" He teases back, his kisses now slowly traveling across my wrist, and beelining up my arm.

"You have to wait until you open your gifts and I had Neji hide mine so it's the last one you open."

Rick's eyes jump up to lock with mine, amusement present in them along with his soft laugh. "Well, I'll just have to open my presents now then if I want to find out."

"You're the Birthday Boy. Anything you say goes today," I remind him, instantly getting dragged into the middle of the room. I guess he's excited to see what I got him.

"Hey, Naruto," Rock calls, holding my hand as he helps to settle me on the ground. The new dad turns his attention, his son curled up in his arms. Boruto came out the spitting image of his father, which I find adorable. Will our kid look that much like Rock? I hope so. "Do you mind going to grab Neji from the kitchen so I can open my gifts?"

"Sure," Naruto mutters, carefully placing his baby back into Hinata's arms.

As he leaves the room, Rock settles on the floor next to me. His hand is instantly wrapped around mine again, placing our knotted fingers in his knee. "I can't believe you're making me open you're present last."

"Like I told you, it's the best one. Best for last," I tease, taking the drink Tenten offers me. I glance into the cup, being met with a dark purple color and a cranberry scent. Is it normal cranberry juice or cranberry vodka? It's hard to tell seeing how Sakura and her have been making cranberry vodkas for everyone during the party.

"Hello," Neji greets me out of no where, his hand on my shoulder. He plucks the cup out of my hand, tasting it before he walks away, off to go make me a nonalcoholic cranberry juice.

"Do... do you want me to make you another one?" Tenten asks, her eyes, and a finger jumping between Neji and me.

"I think Neji has it under control," I tell her, sending her a smile. She looks me up and down for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. After all, it's out of character for her squad mate to stroll up and snatch a cup out of someone's hands. It's even more out of character for him to stroll away with the drink after.

Tenten - and now Rock - both look confused as Neji settles in front of me. He looks down at the cups like he can't remember which is which, before taking a sip from both. "This one's yours," he mutters, handing me one of the cups.

"Thank you," I murmur back, taking two or three sips from the plastic cup before settling it on the floor. "Alright, Rock," I say, squeezing his hand as I turn my attention toward him. "Are you ready for your gifts?" I ask him, starting to climb to my feet.

Neji appears out of thin air, again, to settle a hand on my shoulder, keeping me seated on the floor. "I'll grab his gifts. You relax," he orders, nodding his head to confirm his ruling. Once again, he floats away, heading off the gift table to collect Rock's presents.

"So, Neji is being weird," Rock chuckles, glancing at his friend before he smiles at me. "Is he dying or something?"

The empty question makes me laugh, my head tipping to rest on his shoulder. "That'll make sense after you open your gift too."

"I think you should let me open your gift first," Rocky says, shaking his head back and forth to softly tap it against mine. "Even if the best things are better last."

"That's something you have to talk to Neji about. I'm so excited about it that I had him hide it so I couldn't give it to you early."

"Talk to me about what?" Rock's squad mate asks, appearing beside us with a stack of presents he's working towards the floor. I swear we should invest in getting Neji a bell.

"Where you hide my Sunflower's present for me so I can open it first."

"I think it would be best if you opened her gift last," Neji mutters, situating the gifts so the growing crowd can see Rock but he can still reach everything.

"But I want to open it first."

Neji lets out a long, disapproving sigh as he straightens himself. "Fine, I'll be right back," he grumbles, disappearing to go retrieve the gift from whatever hidy-hole he stuck it in. As we wait, Rocky's focus is on me, his hand squeezing mine, kisses being littered across my forehead, and his free hand repeatedly brushing the hair out of my face so he can continue to litter me in kisses.

"Alright, alright," Neji calls when he returns, gathering the attention of the room. "You all need to pay attention to this gift. I don't care if you pay attention after, but this is the important one," he announces, handing the gift to Rock before he floats away again. It takes a second but I find him stashed away in the group of people, camera in his hold and pressed to his face as he prepares to snap pictures of his friend's reaction.

Rock settles the tan-wrapped box in front of himself, eyeing me as he toys with the bow on top. "What's so important about this present?" He asks, carefully tugging on the ribbons to undo the bow.

"Just open it," I giggle, lifting my head off him before I knock my shoulder against his.

He knocks his shoulder against mine in return, happiness radiating off of him as he carefully unwraps the package. Everyone holds their breath as Rocky carefully opens the box. My excitement and want to burst out the secret steers in my stomach as I watch him remove the cover tissue paper.

Confusion flickers over his face as he looks down at the first layer of the present; the three positive pregnancy tests in plastic wrap, a copy of my first ultrasound, marked with a red circle to show where our baby is in the picture since I was only five weeks along, and a copy of the ultrasound Neji took me to last week. I was ten weeks along in that photo, so the picture of our baby is a lot more defined.

"Darling," Rock calls, showing me the photos as if I wasn't the one to put them in there. "I'm sorry but I'm confused."

"Just keep going," I tell him, taking the items from him. I place the baggy on the floor, but hand the photos to Tenten for safekeeping. As soon as she sees them, I can see the pieces snap into place; she's finally putting together Neji's weird behaviors.

Rocky still looks confused but obeys, taking out the piece of tissue paper that separates the two layers of his gift. He pulls out the deep green knitted blanket, a project I'm quite impressed Gai managed to get done in a couple of weeks. Rock unfolds the blanket, showing us the dark black letters in the center; 'Might and Lee Legacy in the making'.

"Aw, that's cute," he mutters, turning the blanket around to hold it up to the crowd. My smile grows as I watch confusion crawl onto everyone's faces, eyes flickering my way. Well, everyone but Gai and Neji; the younger boy is still behind the camera and Gai almost bouncing in his wheelchair as he whispers to my Sensei.

"It's a little small though," he adds pointing out how the blanket could only cover half of him at most. "It's still perfect, Lavender," Rocky quickly adds, carefully folding the blanket.

"There are two more things in your box," I mutter, tipping the box my way so Tenten can get a pick into it. Tears are rolling down her face, curving around her smile as she looks at the pictures of her future niece or nephew. "Take them out at the same time."

"Yes ma'am," he eagerly answers, resting the blanket on his lap before he pulls out the last two items. He unfolds the shirt, his smile growing as he reads over the text. 'Lee Lifting Squad' is carefully pressed into the shirt. "Cute. Did you get me matching shorts too?" He teases, showing the shirt to the crowd before folding it and adding it to the pile on his lap.

"Not quite," I mutter, locking my eyes on his face, eagerly waiting for the relaxation to hit.

"I don't get how any of this goes with the pictures or the sticks," Rocky mutters, unfolding the onesie with matching writing to his new shirt. Confusion filters through his features again as he lifts the onesie, his head slowly turning towards me. "Did... you... get the cat an outfit?" He asks, turning the cloth around to show the group.

Gasps and shouts of joy fill the room, snapping Rock's head away from me. "I'm confused," he mutters, looking at the baby outfit again.

"What is that?" I ask, pointing to his hands.

"A onesie?"

"Alright, what's that?" I continue, pointing at his lap.

"A blanket, my Cherry Blossom. I'm still confused."

I hush him, picking up the baggy and waving it around a bit. "What are these?"

"Pregnancy tests?" He mutters, glancing between his presents and me. "Oh, Lord, you're pregnant," he whispers, clinging to the onesie. "Dear Lord, you're pregnant!" He repeats, dropping the cloth before lunging at me. Rocky wraps his arms around my neck, holding me as he pulls me into his chest. "Oh my, oh my, oh my," he says on repeat, rocking us back and forth as he clings to me.

I giggle, stamping kisses onto his cheek as I hold onto his arms. The party-goers cheer, a few of Rock's friends egging him for not catching wind of what was going on sooner. "Congratulations, Dad."

"Congratulations, Mom," he echos, his voice shaky with happy tears. "Oh dear, is this why Neji has been all weird recently?" Rocky asks, pulling away a bit, one hand holding onto my neck as the other one jumps down to feel my stomach.

"Ya," I mutter, resting my head against his arm.

"You told Neji before me?" He teasingly cries, leaning forward to litter my face with kisses, his hand rubbing circles into my stomach.

"That's what happens when you have a genius as a best friend."

"You tell anyone else before me?" He asks, resting his forehead against mine. His wide eyes stare into mine, happy tears spilling down his cheeks.

"Just Gai so he could make the blanket for your present."

Rocky chuckles, leaning forward to crash his lips against mine. "I'm going to be a dad," he breathes out when we pull apart, laying quick small pecks to my lips. "You're going to be a mom."

"Alright, you've hogged my daughter-in-law and my grandbaby enough," Gai's deep voice booms, pulling our attention toward him. He's eagerly wheeling himself forward, Kakashi following close behind.

My husband chuckles at his Sensei, pulling away from me to climb to his feet. Once he's up, Rock grabs my hands, helping me climb to my feet. "Hey Gai," I greet, bending down to hug him.

"Hello, Little Lotus," he mutters, wrapping his arms around me. "Can I feel your stomach now?"

"Ya, you can," I chuckle, pulling away from my Husband's surrogate father.

Gai is vibrating almost as much as Rocky, carefully placing his hand on my small baby bump. "Hello, Littler Lotus," he mutters, rubbing his hand across my stomach. "I'm your grandpa who's going to get you in so much terrible. You're going to call me Pop-Pop," he turns around, snagging Kakashi's hand to add it to my stomach.

"Gai," Kakashi starts, trying to pull his hand away. "You can't just do that."

"It's fine," I giggle, resting my hand on top of his. "I don't mind you touching my belly, Grandpa," I tease, shooting my Sensei a smile.

"This is your other grandpa. You're going to call him Grump because he's always grumpy."

Rock is vibrating so much that he's bouncing on his feet, eagerness spilling from me. Before he can stop himself, he's attached to me again, arms around my shoulders and kisses being stamped to my face.

"I can't believe you told Gai before me," Kakashi grumbles, rubbing a few small circles against me before pulling his hand away. "And your kid is not calling me Grump."

"They totally are," Gai coos, his focus mostly on Rock and my unborn baby. "Aren't you? Pop-Pop Gai, Grump Kash, Uncle Neji, Auntie Tenten, you're going to have so much love."

"What about my students?" Sensei deadpans, rolling his eyes at his friend.

"Yes, yes. Uncle Naruto and Auntie Sakura too. Along with your Uncle Sasuke and cousin Boruto. You're going to be so loved when you enter this world, Littler Lotus."

Kakashi rolls his eyes again, taking hold of Gai's wheelchair to pull him away. "Alright, I'm sure others want to congratulate them and that they'll want a moment alone. Let's go find the booze table." Gai whines for a moment but doesn't do anything to stop Sensei from moving him.

Instantly, Rock's hands fall to lay against me, kisses still brushing against my cheeks as he pays attention to our child. "I think it's going to be a boy."

"I bet it's a girl," I counter, leaning against my husband and resting my hands on top of his.

"It's a boy. I can feel it. It's going to be a boy," Rock mutters, slowly rocking us back and forth again.

"It's a girl," I bite back, even though I do hope it's a boy. Rock would be so excited to have a son, though he'd make a cute girl dad.

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #rock lee oneshot #rock lee x reader #rock oneshot #rock x reader #rock lee

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woofwoof-bah · 2 months ago

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ooooooughh hi hi!! could we request a level 2 bruce wayne with trans ids and paras (if you’re comfortable ofc!!)

Hii!! Of course you can!! Since you used his actual name and didn't use Batman i'm gonna give you a party going Brucie Wayne hehe. >:3c /silly

I hope you like the Paras/TransIDs! I did my best with them! You can definitely pick and choose what ones to keep. Emoji definitions at the end of the post!

But if you did want Batman/serious Bruce Wayne please do lemme know I can give you a pack for that also!! /gen

× Woof! DC Alter pack! Woof! ×

Name: Bruce Wayne

Nicknames: Brucie, Mr Wayne, Prince of Gotham, Billionaire playboy, Gotham's little angel, Gotham's favorite boy.

Age: 30

Gender identity: Cranoir, Princegender, Male

Pronouns: He/Prince

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Roles: Social Alter, Partygoer*, Protector.

Paras: 🗺️(🍯🐻) , 💐 , 🌼 , 💤 , 📸 , 👽*

TransIDs: TransPrince, PermaAdored, Transpermaage(25), PermaFamous

(optional): PermaOrphan

Source: DC comics

× Faceclaim ×

Image source!

Aesthetic: Ravecore, Party Animal

Front triggers(Pos/Neu/Neg)

+ Praise and compliments, Parties, Being the life of the Party, Music, Dancing, Being looked up to, being recorded, Large Pools, Raves

| Large groups of people, expensive and shiny items, pretty art

- Parties ending early, getting kicked out of places, being in creepy buildings

× Profile Picture ×

Image source!

Sign offs: 👑 , 🌟 , 🍾 , 🥂 , 💸 , 💳 , 💰 , 💵

*Partygoer is a role my system made since we have alters with the same function. Partygoers are alters that will front for a stressful party or celebration. They are extroverts who mingle well with everyone, they also tend to blend in well at the party

* Attraction to: MAP(Shota), CNC, 🍇, Somno, Exhibitionism, Aliens (I couldn't find an emoji for this)

#🐾speak🐾#🐾Source: DC Comics🐾

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[ID: Closeup of a fair-skinned person's arm, where is tattooed in black the cover of the Sims 2 Nightlife expansion pack: it shows a young woman dancing besides the DJ, and behind them are the silhouettes of other partygoers. End ID]

#tattoo #id text

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anjonedhostel · 1 year ago

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Is Goa Safe? Tips for Safety in Goa for Tourists

At least once in our lifetimes, we all enjoy taking vacations in Goa. India's most popular tourist site has a wide range of possibilities for travellers who enjoy adventure. People, especially first-timers, are keen to learn more about Goa because of its diversity.

Most travelers always prioritize finding a place to stay and eat. The hostels in North Goa are ready to provide visitors with the best staying, cafe, and lodging options. This blog examines the top advice to abide by for vacation memories to last a lifetime.

Pick the Best Time of Year to Visit: Mid-October to mid-March is a hive of activity in Goa. You are able to move around in ideal weather thanks to these two extremes. Off-seasons are equally pleasant, but for the daring who want to see Goa in a new way.

Make thoughtful and wise food selections: Due to prior Portuguese influences and various communities, Goa offers a rainbow of eating customs. If you have severe food allergies or follow a certain religion, you should know where and what to consume. There are many different types of vegetarian and non-vegetarian food; choose with the utmost consideration for your health and well-being.

Honour traditional practises, cultures, and laws: People are known by their traditions, which serve as the foundation of their worldviews. It is wise to observe and adhere to these customs. In addition, it's important to follow local regulations to keep relations with the authorities cordial. For instance, some places prohibit photography, while others set restrictions on drinking in public areas. Your journey will be easy and trouble-free if you respect and follow the laws.

Include all the essentials in your bag: Travelling is about lightly packing to avoid heavy luggage. But before you go on vacation or a trip to Goa, you should know what suits you and what doesn't. Some things—like IDs, medications, personal hygiene, and grooming—cannot be overlooked. Even though there isn't much cash around, access credentials like debit, ATM, or credit cards are still essential. Accessing services and getting around is made easier by money.

Visit wildlife, sunsets, and clear skies in addition to the beaches: Goa is not just its overcrowded beaches. The animals, including dolphins and whales, spice plantations, sunsets, flora and fauna, are all worth seeing. It is stated that the sun rises and sets in Goa in a different way. Explore the undiscovered wonders of nature and beyond to catch beautiful views and vistas. Goa will reward you with incredible experiences and memories you can cherish forever.

Use your time wisely and make wise destination selections: If you only have a limited amount of time, plan your trips carefully, as both north and south Goa provides a variety of attractions to see. Look up their distances, the quickest path, and the most efficient way to get there. You can walk to close sites. However, bike and vehicle taxis are available for slightly longer distances, from beaches, forts, historical temples, churches, flea markets, museums, forested areas, dolphins, the Arabian Sea's breadth, cruises, drives, rides, group games and activities, festivals, nightlife exploration for partygoers, outstanding entertainment roadshows, and much more. Every day, you can experience a new thrill to pass the time productively and creatively.

Reserve lodging and overnight stays in advance: You can choose from a variety of lodging options, including resorts, motels, and hostels that accept paying customers. The top hostel next to Anjuna Beach offers first-rate lodging options and selections with breathtaking views of this Beach in Goa. The cafe, common area or game zone, and family/couple-friendly rooms are the most wealthy in tourist facilities and comforts. At the Anjoned Café and Hostel in North Goa, guests can expect to be pampered and receive the finest services.

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Why Choose Anjoned Hostel In Goa?

Because Anjuna Beach, known for its never-ending nightclub scene and water sports, is close by, you can simply reach the beach whenever you want when you stay at Anjoned Cafe and Hostel in North Goa.

You can play indoor games in the common area of this Goa backpacker hostel and eat wonderful food without ever leaving your room. Since this hostel is primarily designed for travelers on a tight budget, you can find all the amenities you require there. The market and nearby attractions are easily accessible from this cafe and hostel near Anjuna Beach, saving you money on transportation. It is free from any type of illegal activity, that’s why it is safe.

#hostel near Anjuna Beach #hostels in North Goa

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Stupid For You, Chapter 3 (Crygi, Jankie, Jaida x Nicky) - Metaluna

Summary: What better way to celebrate a successful opening day than a party? tw: underage drinking//drinking in general

On the way back home, Gigi turned onto the dirt road that would take her back the quickest. A road that was the exact opposite direction of Crystal’s house.

Crystal gasped. “You’re a liar.”

“Excuse me?”

“You said your house was on the way to mine. Clearly it’s not. Why’d you say it was?”

“Because I knew that you would say no if I told you it wasn’t on the way, and I like driving you. I like our conversations. And coffee. And of course, singing terribly together.”

“You’re absolutely right. I wouldn’t have let you. But I love talking to you, Gigi.” She smiled. “And I have no idea what you’re talking about. I am a great singer and you know it.”

Once they made it back to Gigi’s, she led Crystal up the stairs into her room. Gigi’s room was exactly what Crystal had imagined. It was decorated with an orange and aqua color scheme. It was a lot cleaner than Crystal’s room. There were posters of musicians that Crystal didn’t know. Above the bed, there were fairy lights with Polaroids. One corner of the room had a vanity with a large backlit mirror, and the other had a desk with plants perched on top.

“I guess you can do makeup at the desk? I think I have an extra mirror…” Gigi rifled through her vanity drawer. “Here we go.”

“Thanks!” Crystal took out a plethora of hair pins that kept perfectly messy space buns intact. She was left with a frizzy mess. “As much as I love looking like a lion, do you have a straightener I can borrow?”

“Are you sure?Lion King is one of the best movies.”

“I’m more partial to Hercules. ”

“If you say so. Let me go get it from the bathroom.”

Crystal examined the Polaroids. There were six in total. The first photo was taken with a girl who looked to be a few years older than Gigi that had striking similarities. Both girls had the same upturned nose and blonde hair. Immediately, Crystal recognized that they were on The Boardwalk at the park, the large Ferris wheel visible in the background. The second photo was Gigi with a woman that Crystal could only assume to be her mother, and was taken at the beach. Gigi and the woman were both relaxing on colorful towels under a large umbrella. The last Polaroid Crystal looked at was of the three women skating at Rockefeller Center during Christmastime.

“Having fun?”

Crystal jumped. “Is this your mom and sister?”

Gigi nodded. “I love them so much. Honestly they’re my best friends”

“It’s nice that you guys are so close.” Crystal felt a pang of jealousy. As an only child, she would never know the bond of a sibling, and while she and her parents were on good terms, she would hardly consider her parents friends, let alone best friends.

“Honestly me and Nora, my sister, weren’t close until our dad left our mom a few years back. I think it’s because we really only had each other to lean on.”

“Oh, Gigi, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. He’s an asshole, and honestly, we’re better off without him.” Gigi forgot she was holding the straightener. “Oops, sorry. Here go you.”

After Gigi sat at her vanity and began brushing her perfect blonde hair, Crystal called, “I’m changing. Don’t look!”

Gigi could only imagine what Crystal looked like in her underwear. As soon as she found her mind wandering, she forced herself to stop and focused harder on getting ready.

After finishing a perfectly blended smokey eye, Gigi puckered her lips after putting on a layer of red gloss, and realized Crystal was standing behind her. It was hard for Gigi not to audibly gasp. She hadn’t seen Crystal’s hair straightened before, and while her curls were beautiful, she looked incredible with straight hair too. She was wearing a black and white striped crop top that hugged just the right places paired with a black skater skirt that had suspenders. Gigi was impressed at how clean Crystal’s makeup was. She opted for a blue cut crease and a matte red lip, a combination Gigi would never even think about trying. To finish the look, she had on necklaces, earrings, and bracelets that didn’t match each other, but somehow Crystal pulled off perfectly.

“You look beautiful,” Gigi finally said.

“Thanks,” Crystal curtseyed. “You too. Oh shit!”

“What?”

“We match.” Gigi looked at her reflection, and realized she was right. Her black and white jumpsuit perfectly complemented Crystal’s top.

Crystal grabbed Gigi’s hand. “Come here!” She pulled her to the full length mirror.

“What are we doing?”

“We have zero pictures together, which needs to change.” Crystal pulled out her phone and started taking mirror selfies. After posing for a few, Crystal went through her camera roll, taking time to look at each of them.

“Wow, you are so gorgeous. You could literally be a model. You’re so good at posing.”

Gigi smiled. “I used to practice when I was little.”

“Well, it paid off.”

Crystal sent the best one in the groupchat. It was already abuzz talking about the night’s festivities. The photo was met with high praises from everyone.

After she checked the time on her phone, Gigi said, “If we’re gonna get some alcohol, we should probably leave now.”

Crystal bit her lip. “How are we going to get any?”

Wordlessly, Gigi pulled an ID out of her wallet and handed it to Crystal, which stated that she was born in 1996. “I’ve had this since I was 16.”

“Oh wow, you rebel.”

Once inside the liquor store, Crystal was surprised at how many types of alcohol there were. She had no idea where to begin. There were shelves and shelves of bottles of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. She wondered how anyone picked which one to buy. If it was up to her, she would have bought the purple sparkly alcohol. She wasn’t even sure what it was, but it was pretty.

Gigi looked at her. “Any requests?”

“Gigi I have no idea what any of this is. Just something fruity and delicious.”

“Got it.”

Gigi settled on a fifth of coconut rum and some pineapple juice to mix. While walking past the cooler, she grabbed a six pack of hard black cherry lemonade for good measure.

Once they made it to Heidi’s apartment, the party was already in full swing. Music was playing so loud that its loud bass line echoed through the parking lot. Earlier that night, Heidi had told everyone to let themselves in. Heidi’s apartment was filled with people. It was much larger than Gigi anticipated. It was nicely decorated with a large living room, with plenty of space. At first, Gigi didn’t recognize any of her fellow partygoers. She heard Brita, but didn’t see her. As they made it further into the house, they found Heidi, right in front of the sound system the music was coming from. Gigi felt her chest vibrating.

“Hey, bitches!” Heidi hugged them the best she could while double fisting Whiteclaws.

“Do you have any cups?” Gigi tried to shout over the music.

“What?”

“Cups?”

“ What?”

Gigi pantomimed drinking.

“Oh! Kitchen.”

Once they made it into the kitchen, a voice screamed, “Oh my god!”

Brita pulled Gigi and Crystal into a hug. Gigi could only think about how nice Crystal smelled. Crystal looked slightly taken aback, since she didn’t know Brita well. But, let it go since Brita was probably on at least drink number three of the night.

“You’re both so hot!” Brita looked both of them up and down. “Maybe I do like girls! Wow, wow, I’m drunk.”

“Yes, yes you are,” Gigi said as Brita left the kitchen, going on about finding a girl to makeout with .

Gigi grabbed a red Solo cup and began pouring a drink. Because Crystal hadn’t drank before she barely poured a shot’s worth of alcohol in her cup. This was a contrast to her own cup, which was half rum and half pineapple juice. Gigi spotted a marker next to the cups. On hers, she wrote her name with some stars after it. After some thought, she decided to draw hearts on Crystal’s cup.

Gigi handed Crystal the cup, making sure that she would see the hearts. “Here, drink this.”

Crystal dramatically gasped. “You’re such a talented artist.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

As she took a drink, Crystal’s face contorted to a slight look of disgust. “It’s um. Strong.”

“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it.” Gigi held her hand out to take the cup.

Crystal took another drink. “The more I drink it, the more I like it.”

“That’s usually how alcohol works, babe.”

After walking around Heidi’s apartment, Crystal and Gigi eventually found their friends. They were all sitting on a large sectional in a corner of the living apartment where the music wasn’t blaring. Gigi was glad to be able to hear herself think. Jaida and Nicky were looking quite comfortable next to each other. Nicky whispered something in Jaida’s ear before grabbing her hand and leading her out of the room.

“Shit,” Jackie groaned. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What is it?” Jan’s eyes were full of concern.

“Every single summer, Jaida meets one of the new girls, they hook up, and she gets way too invested. Every single summer she breaks her own heart, and I end up picking up the pieces. Every. Single. Time,“ Jackie lamented, taking a swig of vodka.

“Maybe it won’t be like that. Nicky seems like a nice girl,” Crystal said while taking a seat.

“That may be so, but I don’t think that Nicky has the same intentions that Jaida does. I love the girl but she’s an idiot.”

“Well,” Jan began. “Jaida’s a big girl, I think she can handle it herself. Let’s go check out the beer pong table.”

The kitchen table was pushed into the hallway where an intense game of beer pong was taking place. It was Widow and Heidi vs. Gigi’s coworkers, Dahlia and Rock.

There was one cup left, and it was Widow’s turn. Carefully, she aimed and threw the ball and landed it perfectly in the cup.

“Drink up, bitches!” Dahlia chugged the beer in the cup.

“Who’s next?” Heidi asked. “We’ve won the last three rounds.”

Crystal looked at Gigi, who at some point finished her drink and moved onto a lemonade. “Wanna?”

Gigi raised her and Crystal’s hands.

“Step on up, ladies!” Heidi said as she refilled the cups.

Widow went first. “Y’all are going down!”

“You wish.” Gigi’s expression was determined. She was awful at beer pong, but wasn’t about to let Crystal know that.

Widow’s ball landed in one of the cups with a plop right in front of Crystal. It was clear Crystal wasn’t well versed in the rules of beer pong, so Widow instructed, “Crystal, drink.”

Crystal nervously fished the ball out of the cup. She raised it to her nose and made a face.

“It’s not going to be good,” Gigi said. “Just warning you. Thankfully there’s not much in there. Don’t let it sit on your tongue. Drink it down.”

Crystal did as she was instructed. “My turn?” Gigi nodded.

Even though she tried to aim, Crystal was feeling the effects of the alcohol. The ball veered to the left, nearly hitting Jan. “Oops.”

“Good one,” Heidi teased as she sank a ball right in front of Gigi. “Drink up.”

Gigi also made a face when she drank the beer. “You’re out here getting the cheap shit, huh?”

“You try buying boujee shit when we barely make about minimum wage.”

Gigi couldn’t argue with that logic. She surprised herself by making a shot.

“I’m impressed,” Widow said while finishing her cup.

After a close game, each team had one cup left. Crystal failed to score anything. Thankfully, Gigi was having a good game for once and carried them to the end. Gigi’s shot was just wide.

“Get ready to lose, hookers,” Widow said confidently. She was so confident, she barely aimed and missed.

“It’s all you, Crys,” Gigi said. “You can do it.”

“I can do it.”

Crystal stood aiming her ball for at least thirty seconds.

“Today, Crystal,” Heidi said dramatically looking at her nails.

“Hold on!”

She took a few more seconds before tossing the ball. It landed in the cup with a plop. Jan, Jackie, and a few other spectators cheered.

“I did it!” Crystal slurred hugging Gigi.

“You did!”

“I wanna dance. Let’s go dance!” By this point, Crystal was extremely drunk. Gigi found it absolutely adorable, the way she slurred her words and thought very hard before speaking.

The group made their way into the living room. Another song that Gigi didn’t recognize was playing over the speakers. Jan began to grind against Jackie. Jackie was taken aback, but pulled her closer. Crystal looked at Gigi and raised an eyebrow. Gigi shrugged in return. A song that Gigi had heard a few times on the radio started.

“Oh my god, I love this song!” Crystal squealed, standing in front of Gigi starting to grind on her.

Gigi was shocked as Crystal’s hips rocked back and forth in front of her. Gigi grabbed onto Crystal’s waist, pulling her closer. As Crystal rubbed against her, Gigi could feel herself being turned on. When Crystal bent at the waist and started shaking her ass, the blonde thought she would drop dead on the dancefloor. Crystal turned her head at Gigi and smiled.

Do I kiss her? Is she just looking at me? What’s going on?!

Before she could think any further, Crystal turned back around as the song ended and pulled Gigi into a hug.

“I’m having so much fun!” Crystal exclaimed.

“How many drinks have you had tonight, Crys?”

“Umm,” She counted on her fingers. “One, two, three… Four. I think I’m done!”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

Crystal gasped and pointed at Jan and Jackie. They were in the middle of the makeshift dance floor with their lips intertwined. Jackie had a fistful of Jan’s ass while Jan’s hands were running up and down Jackie’s back.

“Holy shit!” Gigi was thinking about earlier when Jaida said that Jackie was straight.

Just then, Jaida and Nicky found Crystal and Gigi. They both looked disheveled, as if they had gotten dressed in a hurry. Jaida was pulling up her tube top, and Nicky was fixing her hair.

“Where have you two been?” Gigi raised an eyebrow.

“Mind your business,” Jaida warned.

The four girls watched Jan and Jackie, who had stopped kissing and were just looking into each other’s eyes. After noticing her friends, Jackie ran into the bathroom.

“Shit,” Jaida said, running after Jackie.

“Did I do something wrong?” Jan asked, tears welling her eyes.

“No, you didn’t do anything,” Gigi took her hand. “Let’s go outside.”

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“Jackie, what the hell?” Jaida slammed the bathroom door behind her.

“I don’t know! Jaida, I’m drunk, she’s drunk… She just looked really pretty, and I don’t know what happened! Next thing I knew, my hands were on her ass and her tongue was down my throat!” Jackie slurred. “I’m straight! I don’t like girls!”

“Listen. I’ve seen you. You’ve been checking out Miss Jan every single day you’ve seen her. I don’t think that’s just gals being pals.”

“I’m not gay.”

“Jackie. We don’t have to talk about that right now but I really think you should–”

“Jaida, stop. I can’t do this right now.”

With that, Jackie stormed off in a hurry.

–

Gigi, Nicky, and Crystal managed to calm down Jan, who was near hysterics.

“Does she hate me?” Jan slurred. “She kissed me first!“

“No, Jan. I think that maybe Jackie doesn’t know how to process whatever it is that she is feeling,” Nicky reassured.

Gigi’s phone buzzed. It was Jaida.

Jackie’s freaking out. I’m taking her home. She doesn’t live too far away. I’ll be back.

They all sat with a crying Jan until Jaida showed up.

“Oh, chile,” Jaida began wrapped Jan in a hug. “It’s not you. I promise it isn’t. Jackie doesn’t know how to act when it comes to her emotions. I promise it’s not you.”

“Really?” Jan wiped her eyes. “How fucked is my makeup right now?”

“Pretty fucked. But let me fix it.” Nicky said, pulling a wipe from her purse.

“I’m not letting her ruin my night. Ladies, let’s go do shots!” Jan pulled a bottle of tequila out of her bag.

There were already slices of lime and a salt shaker set up in the kitchen. Because she was the only one sober enough to do so, Gigi poured the shots.

“Crystal,” Jan slurred. “Whatcha gotta do is you lick your hand and shake the salt on it. Then, ya lick the salt, then ya take the shot. It tastes bad, don’t let it sit in your mouth. Then ya suck the lime.”

“Act like it’s cough syrup,” Jaida recommended.

The four girls toasted their glasses, set them on the table, shot the tequila back, and sucked on the lime. Gigi didn’t think she was good at very many things, but she was good at shots. Everyone else made the universal face when doing shots, except for her.

“Crystal, you look like you went through all the stages of grief at once,” Nicky teased.

“That was gross.”

“You don’t drink it because it’s good,” Jaida said.

The rest of the night was filled with selfies, dancing, and for everyone but Gigi, more drinking. She didn’t remember the last time she had this much fun at a party, even if she did spend a good chunk of the night holding Jan’s hair back in the bathroom.

At about two AM, the party started to unwind.

“Ready to go babe?” Gigi asked an extremely drunk Crystal.

“Yeah I’m ready to go home.”

“It’s late, do you want to just spend the night at my house?”

“We’re gonna have a sleepover?”

“Yes, Crystal, we’re going to have a sleepover.”

After thanking Heidi for a great party, she managed to single handedly get Crystal into her Jeep. Gigi looked over at Crystal who at some point had fallen asleep. Once they made it back to her house, Gigi gently tapped Crystal’s shoulder.

“Okay, babe, we’re back.”

“Sleepover?”

After much protesting, Gigi managed to get Crystal to drink some water. She brought a bottle up to her room for good measure. Because she was a good friend, she removed Crystal’s makeup.

After rifling through her dresser, she gave Crystal an old cheerleading shirt and some shorts. “The bathrooms right over down–”

Crystal began stripping in Gigi’s bedroom. As much as she tried to look away, she couldn’t. Crystal’s body was much curvier than her own, but Gigi couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful she was… How beautiful her breasts were… After changing, Crystal plopped onto Gigi’s bed and fell asleep. Because she had a queen sized bed, Gigi decided she could share and it wouldn’t be weird.

The next day, Crystal woke up cuddling Gigi. She didn’t remember parts of the night. She remembered beer pong, dancing, Jan crying, Jackie running away, and shots. Her head was pounding, and everything felt too bright. She got up and found the bottle of water. She pulled out her phone to text her ride. She couldn’t let Gigi give her another ride home.

Gigi must have heard her, as she woke up. “Morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?”

“Not good. My head’s pounding.”

“Awe, baby’s first hangover,” Gigi teased. “Are you hungry?”

“No, eating is pretty much the last thing I want to do right now. I have someone coming to get me soon. Also, did you check the group chat?”

“No, why?”

Gigi sat on her bed with Crystal as they went through all the photos that were sent that night. The blurry photos said it all. Gigi’s favorite was a group photo right before shots.

Crystal’s phone buzzed. “My ride’s here!”

“I’ll walk you down.”

A truck was in Gigi’s driveway. A blonde boy with a shaggy beard came out.

“Ryan!” Crystal exclaimed, running to hug the boy. “Gigi, this is my boyfriend Ryan. Ryan, this is my coworker, Gigi.”

Boyfriend.

Gigi’s stomach dropped.

“I’ve heard so much about you!”

“Nice to meet you,” she mumbled.

“Thanks for taking care of her.” Ryan kissed Crystal on the cheek.

“No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow, Crystal.”

Gigi closed the door without waiting for a response.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jan sport #jackie cox #jaida essence hall #nicky doll #crygi #jankie #jaida x nicky #lesbian au #stupid for you #metaluna #submission #s12

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emmamiri8 · 5 years ago

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How to Explore Dubai Nightlife?

Nightlife in Dubai has improved significantly since the mid-90s and gathering creatures will find this differently rich city has a lot to offer as far as night time action. The gathering scene in Dubai is confined generally to enormous inns as these foundations have an alcohol permit that enables them to serve liquor in their bars, parlors, and clubs. The group is to a great extent blended with individuals of both Eastern and Western origin. Thursday and Friday's nights are the busiest in Dubai as Thursday is the latest day of the work week, and Friday-Saturday is the end of the week for the vast majority.

Nightclubs in Dubai offer life-changing encounters directly from the music to the scene. As the name recommends, the club offers stunning perspectives on Dubai's breathtaking shorelines just as the Burj al Arab in the separation. Attracting prevalent international DJs from around the globe, 360º is the ideal setting to unwind with a drink and relax to cool tunes into the early morning. For a remarkable night on the town that must be knowledgeable about an energetic city, for example, Dubai, partygoers can select to party on Nasimi Beach, a counterfeit set 7km out to the ocean. A grooving nightclub on ends of the week, Nasimi is similarly agreeable as a world-class seashore club on weeknights. For genuine music fans, Trilogy, situated at the Souk Madinat Jumeirah, has a portion of the top DJs each week and is perhaps the best spot to visit for current music sweethearts.

On the off chance that you are in the disposition for an incredible night out without the whine of having to spruce up, look at the Barasti seashore club situated at the Mina Seyahi seashore. A famous institution since its humble beginnings just about 10 years and a half back, this energetic setting has something for everybody with an in-house band playing a portion of the old works of art to a moving floor at the lower level offering progressively hip—swaying tunes. The sustenance and mixed drinks served are completely tasty and nothing beats dancing shoeless on a sandy seashore! The decision to spruce up or go in flip-flops is completely up to you.

For the individuals who like to begin partying prior in the evening, there are numerous areas that offer cafés, bars, and clubs under one rooftop, so you don't need to stress over traffic and parking which can be a nightmare, especially on ends of the week. The Pyramids at Wafi City, Madinat Jumeirah and the Walk at JBR (Jumeirah Beach Residence) are probably the liveliest problem areas in town that offer a one-stop entertainment setting for night owls.

LAWSON ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION

While a significant number of different emirates in the UAE, for example, Sharjah and Abu Dhabi, don't permit the utilization of liquor, non-Muslims are allowed to drink in Dubai. The legitimate drinking age is 21 years old and all bars and nightclubs have severe strategies for checking IDs. For guests, an international ID is the best form of recognizable proof while for occupants of the U.A.E., the as of late introduced Emirates I.D. or then again a driving permit will get the job done.

Dubai has definitely no resistance to drinking and driving and nearby police here are exceptionally careful with regards to driving while at the same time-consuming liquor. Never get in the driver's seat of a vehicle on the off chance that you have had even a lager, as getting captured will definitely arrive you in prison! On the off chance that you are planning on drinking, take a taxi administration back to your lodging or living arrangement.

Clothing standard

Most nightclubs in Dubai won't enable passage to men wearing pants, flip-failures, shorts or other easygoing clothing. Ladies, then again, can wear practically anything they need, depending on which part of town they go to. Numerous foundations utilize bouncers who 'specifically' let in the best-dressed individuals. In swankier clubs in Jumeirah and those in huge inns, short skirts, miniaturized scale minis, and short dresses are ordinary clubbing clothing. In the event that you are planning on going to a portion of the more faulty bars or clubs in Deira or Bur Dubai, it is prescribed that you dress with somewhat more alert. You could likewise pack a pashmina in the event that you are planning on going out someplace in the wake of clubbing.

CLUB TIMINGS AND LADIES NIGHTS

Mostly clubs in Dubai start filling up after 10 p.m. what's more, are open till 3 a.m. Bars and bars typically close prior around 1 a.m. On Tuesdays, nightlife in Dubai is devoted to ladies with most clubs offering a Ladies Night. Ladies can enter free with numerous spots notwithstanding offering free drinks. It's an ideal night to go throughout with your sweethearts. A few foundations additionally have a Ladies night on Sundays.

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Scara Muzike – My Heritage EP

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Chief Keef self-produced his hit song "Faneto"

Chief Keef self-produced his hit song “Faneto”

Chief Keef self-produced his hit song Faneto which has over 30 million views on YouTube. Faneto was released in 2014 on Chief Keef’s self–produced Back From The Dead 2 mixtape. Chief Keef self-produced 16 of the 20 songs on the mixtape.

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Jack Grealish and Connor Wickham get into separate bust-ups with revellers at exclusive London club

Premier League stars Jack Grealish and Connor Wickham go into separate bust-ups with revelers as they leave exclusive London nightclub in the early hours

The couple was partying in Tape nightclub in Mayfair yesterday at 3:00 am

Both players were stopped by the security in the separate quarrels

The police confirmed that they were not going to the exclusive club were called

Grealish, 23, was previously criticized for his off-the-field antics

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Published: 18:53 BST, July 29, 2019 | Updated: 18:55 BST, July 29, 2019

Premier League football stars Jack Grealish and Connor Wickham have depicted on separate quarrels at an exclusive club in Mayfair.

The two English players were seen yesterday morning at Tape Nightclub and were stopped by guards.

It is not known what caused the failure, but the police confirmed that they were not present.

Aston Villa midfielder in an apparent fight in the exclusive nightclub Tape in Mayfair. Jack Grealish got confused in the early hours of yesterday morning at the exclusive Tape nightclub in Mayfair

Crystal Palace striker Connor Wickham (circled) was seen in a separate incident that was stopped by his friends

On the photo's, Grealish, 23, one of the best young stars in English football with a reported salary of £ 100,000 a week, can be seen as a remonstration with other partygoers.

A bouncer in the nightclub holds back the midfielder of Aston Villa and sticks his arm over it in an apparent attempt to calm him down.

In a separate incident at the same club, Wickham, 26, confronts a group of men while a friend appears to be holding him back while security is intervening.

Grealish, at 100,000 Premier League star per week was stopped by security in Tape nightclub in Mayfair

It is not known what the argument started, but the police confirmed that they did not attend the scene

In the photos, Grealish is protesting to someone while other revelers are watching

A witness said he saw the Crystal Palace striker leave the club when another dealer & # 39; the nothing & # 39; told him that the scrap started.

Both players were involved in games for the season. on Saturday with Wickham past Bristol City and Grealish as an assistant of two against Charlton Athletic.

It is the first time that Jack Grealish is in the spotlight for his off-the-field antics.

The talented star, often associated with big money top clubs, was depicted fainting drunk in Tenerife in 2015.

A witness said that Wickham was provoked when he left the club and someone said something to him & # 39; nothing & # 39;

The 26-year-old recently ignored a new contract with Crystal Palace and celebrated it friendly against Bristol City after scoring in a preseason

Tape nightclub is a popular hangout for celebrities who have enjoyed Drake, Usain Bolt, Rihanna and Justin Bieber entering his exclusive doors

Wickham seemed to be restrained by a friend halting the bust-up up

a number of bouncers from the exclusive nightclub had to break up the scrap at 3:00 am

Wickham has sustained a series of serious injuries and has only made six Premier League appearances in two years

He was also photographed partying with friends who inhaled balloons believed to be filled with nitric oxide after a humiliating 4-0 loss to Everton in 2015.

Grealish seemed to put his antics to bed after a great season ended last year with promotion to the Premier League.

But again, his season was not without his remarkable moments after a Birmingham fan invaded the field during the derby location with Aston Villa and hit Grealish.

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Earlier this season, a fan of the Aston Villa youth, Grealish was attacked by a rival club Birmingham during the derby location

Grealish was previously criticized for his feasts after he was apparently drunk in 2015 alongside a pack of cigarettes in Tenerife

] His attacker Paul Mitchell, 27, was imprisoned for 14 weeks, while Grealish scored the winner in the fiery derby.

Tape nightclub is a popular meeting place for celebrities that Drake, Usain Bolt has seen, Rihanna and Justin Bieber enter the exclusive doors.

MailOnline has contacted the management company of the player who refused to comment on the incidents.

Aston Villa and Crystal Palace have also been approached for statements.

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How To Make Business Cards Stand Out From The Crowd

Professional Business Cards

As wired-in as the majority of us are, chances are you still return from a networking event or a business meeting with a stack of business cards in your pocket. In a world where LinkedIn has replaced the Rolodex, and we routinely pack much more powerful tools of connectivity, why does the paper card still exist? Think of business cards as more than scraps of paper. When we meet people at a Chamber event, business meeting or at a trade show or conference, it's important we make an excellent impression, that we communicate who we are, what we do and why that information may be relevant to the person we just met. Your business needs to stand out, and absolutely nothing has yet matched the power and simplicity of handing out a well-designed card-- it starts the discussion. Business cards have a distinct potential for individual connections that can generate leads. Here are ways to optimize the area on that tiny paper canvas.

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Include appropriate social media links. Since many businesses see social media as a method to tell their story and engage with consumers, it makes good sense to highlight your Facebook page, LinkedIn account, Twitter handle, YouTube channel or Pinterest account on your card. Provide curious new friends a chance to see exactly what you're about by directing them to social media outlets on which you're active-- however, limit the list to just those that are genuinely appropriate to your business. Which leads me to my next point.

Lose the kitchen-sink technique. While you may be lured to offer a broad range of contact options (workplace contact, mobile phone, street address, email, Facebook business page, twitter ID and LinkedIn URL), a better approach is to cut all unnecessary contact information. Ask yourself: Where do you really engage with prospects? Where might they be more than likely to get a sense of you and your company? Keep in mind, the greatest real-estate hog is a complete street address when generally a city and state will be adequate. People will see much of this contact information when they visit your website or social media sites.

Skip your homepage. This may appear counter-intuitive, but hear me out. It might be that your homepage is not the best place to start a discussion. Your company might be much better served by directing new potential customers and tire-kickers to a company blog site, an active resource page services pages or a landing page with a totally free download or video that's informative and/or amusing. Numerous homepages are a fire-hose blast of information, however, a blog site or page of devoted material might provide a more workable taste of something pleasing.

Be visual. An easy logo design is a yawner. Attempt using images or graphics that spark conversation and connection. Order more than one card with different images. Display your products, your team or if you are in a personal touch industry such as real estate or insurance - your photo.

Inspire curiosity. One of my favorite cards was that of Michael Simon, CEO of LogMeIn: "Get in touch with me at or to talk business, or if you searching for a suggestion for a fantastic restaurant the next time you are in Budapest." Concise? Sure. Curiosity-arousing? Absolutely.

Link your online and offline worlds. A card can be a bridge between your online and in-person existence. Consider including a QR code that digitally passes on contact info or directs people to a web page. (However, make certain you're delivering an optimal experience for the person who scans your code; too many have a bad experience these codes.).

Think about your card as a call to action. Think about producing fine print runs of tailored cards customized to certain events, campaigns or markets. Possibly for a tradeshow, carry cards sharing a special download or show-specific offer. At a cocktail occasion, give out cards that invite partygoers to check out pictures of the gathering on Facebook.

Make your card useful. I've seen cards created as mini-catalogs and sales brochures. Just recently, Robert Nolan of Gold Coast Advertisings in Hollywood, Fla., handed me his card-- a tiny spiral-bound notebook. Now that's more than pretty to take a look at. It's downright helpful.

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For the second year in a row Amnesia and Elrow are teaming up to coordinate the craziest party on the planet in Ibiza, Spain. Get ready for 20 unmissable & unique shows featuring more than 100 of the most sought-after names in electronic music.

The Dynamic Duo

Amnesia fondly referred to as the temple of sound, has been home to some of the world’s biggest parties and best international DJs for over 40 years. Parties at Amnesia include Cocoon, Together, La Troya, Espuma, Cream, Music On, Matinée, Amnesia Presents and more. Some of the most well known DJ’s Amnesia has hosted include Sven Väth, Chase & Status, Marco Carola, Carl Cox, Paul Van Dyk, Skrillex, and Diplo. Amnesia is a must-visit venue that embodies the soul and history of Ibiza. As times change and clubbing generations come and go, Amnesia remains at the top.

Elrow is the Barcelona-based clubbing brand that is currently taking the world by storm with its unique and theatrical approach to events. In the 8 years since its launch, this brand has become arguably the most popular party on the global circuit. It merges theatre, dance, puppetry, and club music to create larger-than-life atmospheres that are wild, silly and extremely colorful. With a unique party vibe, elrow is a favorite amongst holidaying ravers. Through its trippy decor, pumping house and techno soundtrack, a night at elrow is one amazing clubbing experience.

The Craziest Party On The Planet

Amnesia and elrow’s union last year was just the beginning of an exciting journey of two like-minded brands that share a love for music and the same passion for throwing insane, world-class parties. Week after week, Amnesia’s terrace was transformed with unrivaled production and stage design to embody themes such as Bollywood, Psychedelic Trip, and Rowlympic Games. The event featured some of the world’s biggest names in electronic music. Each event was packed with incredible costumes, props, performances, circus performers, animation experts and showers of inflatables and confetti. The main room hosted one international guest all-night-long on a stage transformed to represent the DJs hometown. With almost every show selling out last year, demand is sure to be even higher this time around.

What to Expect…

In 2018 elrow will once again turn Ibiza clubbing on its head in trademark extravagance with stunning characters and costumes. Elrow’s second season at Amnesia commences on May 26th with Steve Lawler, Pan-Pot, Technasia, Marc Maya, Toni Varga and Bastian Bux. The kick-off party this year is set to the theme of Chinese RowYear. Elrow had this to say about the Chinese RowYear party;

‘With the new moon as your guide, step into a chaotic Chinese bazaar, where sacred dragons and Gods of both good and evil run amok under red lantern light. Traditional pagodas and the Emperor’s Grand Temple tower over partygoers as they celebrate the Year of the Dog in true elrow fashion’.

The finale on October 6th will feature a top secret, star-studded lineup that is sure to bring the curtain down in trademark elrow fashion. Sandwiched between those shows, expect a roster of the most sought-after names in electronic music. Selected DJs will hold down special all-night slots in the club room and carefully curated back-to-back sets will be offered throughout the season.

If 2017 was crazy… Just wait and see what Amnesia and elrow have planned for this summer… Elrow’s season at Amnesia begins on May 26th. To secure your ticket for the 2018 season, go to: https://www.elrow.com

Season Listings

26 May

Terraza: Steve Lawler, Technasia, Marc Maya, Toni Varga, Bastian Bux Club Room: Pan-Pot

2 June

Terraza: Pan-Pot, Cuartero, Santé De La Swing, Mario Biani Club Room: Seth Troxler

9 June

Terraza: Catz ‘n Dogz, Detlef, Supernova, Marc Maya, George Privatti Club Room: Claptone (The Masquerade)

16 June

Terraza: Camelphat, wAFF, The 2 Bears, Toni Varga, Eddy M Club Room: Eats Everything

23 June

Terraza: Art Department, Heidi, Riva Starr, Tini Gessler, Mario Biani Club Room: Claptone (The Masquerade)

30 June

Terraza: Yousef, Bontan, Melé, Eddy M, Bastian Bux Club Room: Eats Everything

7 July

Terraza: Groove Armada (Dj set), Mathias Kaden, Nakadia, George Privatti, Tini Gessler Club Room: Ilario Alicante

14 July

Terraza: Eats Everything, Agoria, Denney, De La Swing, Toni Varga Club Room: Richy Ahmed

21 July

Terraza: Steve Lawler, Alan Fitzpatrick, Mar-T, Marc Maya, Bastian Bux Club Room: Claptone (The Masquerade)

28 July

Terraza: Dennis Ferrer, Cuartero, Waze & Odyssey, Max Chapman, Wade Club Room: Skream

4 August

Terraza: Patrick Topping, Sidney Charles, Edu Imbernon, Bastian Bux, Eddy M Club Room: Richy Ahmed

11 August

Terraza: Technasia, Heidi, Santé b2b Sidney Charles, Toni Varga, Marc Maya Club Room: Claptone (The Masquerade)

18 August

Terraza: Dennis Ferrer b2b Skream, Ilario Alicante, De La Swing, Eddy M, Mario Biani Club Room: Andrea Oliva

25 August

Terraza: Thomas Jack, Doorly, Melé, George Privatti, Mario Biani Club Room: Eats Everything

1 September

Terraza: Kölsch, Claptone, Ida Engberg, Bastian Bux, Mario Biani Club Room: Skream

8 September

Terraza: Andrea Oliva, Detlef b2b Latmun, De La Swing, Tini Gessler, Caal Club Room: Ilario Alicante

15 September

Terraza: Art Department, Technasia, Latmun, Marc Maya, Eddy M Club Room: Alan Fitzpatrick

22 September

Terraza: Groove Armada (Dj set), Cuartero, The 2 bears, Toni Varga, George Privatti Club Room: Pan-Pot

29 September

Terraza: Eats Everything, wAFF, Nathan Barato, Andres Campo, Tini Gessler Club Room: Seth Troxler

6 October

Closing Party

SECRET ROWSHOW!!!!!

Stella Grenn, FestPop Staff Writer

ELROW AND AMNESIA IBIZA ANNOUNCE FULL SEASON LISTINGS FOR 2018 For the second year in a row Amnesia and Elrow are teaming up to coordinate the craziest party on the planet in Ibiza, Spain.

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The Fourth of July: how to celebrate in your 20 s and 30 s

With age comes political awareness, higher booze indulgence, and an earlier bedtime. But its possible to be an adult and still enjoy yourself this weekend

The Fourth of July used to be one of my favorite vacations, but the significance of the working day has changed since the halcyon dates of slipnslides and flat soda pop. When I was a kid, it was all fireworks and good cheer, plus the kind of pure, unadulterated patriotism that exclusively the young and blissfully unaware of our countrys international foreign policy can tap into.

As an irresponsible 20 -year-old, I obligated the Fourth a bit of a blue-collar bacchanal of inexpensive hot dogs, lukewarm brew, and far more unauthorized fireworks obtained from Mexico. Now, all I can think about is how to keep my puppy from freaking out over the constant popping dins in our vicinity, whether or not the person or persons at my barbecue can be noted my bald-headed recognize, and how soon I can go home. My extent is that getting age-old is nasty.

With age comes political awareness, higher booze indulgence, and an earlier bedtime. But its possible to be a responsible, perpetually harried adult and still enjoy yourself this weekend. Heres how.

Age 10: Indulging at an early age

Ah, the ignorant bliss of boy. Photo: Alamy

Fun : As a kid, the Fourth necessitates gratifying in carbonated beverages in unlimited quantities. I could drink an entire two-liter bottle of Pepsi by myself if I really applied myself. The remainder of my Fourth of July barbecue event was running around, forestalling reserves( I couldnt swim, as you might know) and realizing the rare opportunity to go sans-shoes without my mother perturbing Id step on a fingernail and get tetanus. Patriotism : Its easy to be a patriot when youre a kid, especially in my suit as my father was in the Us air force. He was sent to Saudi Arabia during the first Gulf war, which intended we were even more patriotic than usual during that whole point. I was the proud proprietor of countless Gulf war trading placards and at least one plastic Army tank toy. In short, I thought of Americas capacity in the world being same to a game of Missile Command.

Fireworks : My dad was really particular about refuge with fireworks. Wed have to stay at least 15 ft away from the explosion, and he always remained a barrel of sea handy in case circumstances got out of restrict. Every time hed get those serpents that all boys detest. You light a pitch-black disc on fire and it expands into something that resembles rat excrement. If you get to hold the sparkler, youre really doing well for yourself.

Age 20: Heavy on the drinks

In your 20 s, the Fourth necessitates going blackout drunkard and usually throwing up on someones backyard. Photo: persona cyberspace

Fun : In your 20 s, the Fourth makes get blackout drink and usually throwing up on someones backyard. The inquiry isnt so much what the hell is drink, but how early to start? My nights ever purposed the same path: eating leftover waldorf salad and watching Fight Club on DVD or bootleg torrents of Family Guy. I had frightful taste.

The biggest change in Fourth of July galas in your 20 s is that you dont have a backyard any more. You possibly have some crappy suite or dorm that may or may not have a just comfortable spot of astroturf. Maybe they are able to hoax your one sidekick who has a rooftop to hurl “states parties “, but is it genuinely the same? Youre older now, but not age-old enough to appreciate that you arent dead.

Patriotism : Americas a bummer, man. My 20 s took place during the Bush years, so I was specially angsty about the United States. The Fourth became an ironic party for me and my filthy leftist friends. Who could wear the tackiest flag-themed clothe? Who could perform the entire monologue from Independence Day? Look at us, drinking Budweiser and inhaling Marlboros. America, LOL! It was insufferable.

Fireworks: Fireworks in your 20 s are typically influenced by the amount of alcohol youve had beforehand. In my mid-2 0s, I would regularly go to “states parties ” hosted by your best friend Josh. Hed get very drunk and to continue efforts to light a sparkler with his cigarette. Illegal fireworks became a bit like scoring stimulants back then. You knew a guy who knew a guy which is able get you a pack full of shit who are able to specify your entire block on fire.

Age 30: All about the grub

Food grows far more important when youre a proper adult. Image: Morgan Lane Photography/ Alamy/ Alamy

Fun : Heres the same discussion I apprehend having at every party I listen: Do you have any IPAs? My bride enjoys IPAs. I created ros. Its such a red-hot era. Doesnt that resounded refreshing? Wheres your shower? Whens your marry again? October. Oh, the ros? I just finished it. Well, really good to see you again. Open your mothers my best good. Im just going to wait outside for my Uber. Can I bum a cigarette? Ill give you a dollar.

Food becomes far more important when youre a proper adult. There is likely to be vegans at your party. There will be guests who are gluten-free. There is likely to be be some pregnant mothers who challenge pickles dipped in ranch apparel.

Its polite to make something to any party, but specially a Fourth of July barbecue. These are communal liaisons, and you need to chip in. But what do you deliver? Bearing in mind the unique regulations that determine your fellow partygoers, it was necessary to creating something thats edible for everyone: healthy, but not too health; vegetarian-friendly, but not veggie bird-dogs or veggie burgers. Invariably, veggie dogs get eaten by non-vegetarians, who then feel put upon by carnivores who embezzle their food. Best to not compose that clear fraction.

I recommend apple pie.

The point is not to build yourself glad, its to slake a social obligation, so just purchase a happen that has a patriotic significance and is also possible being used by just about everyone. Pro tip: get a gluten-free one and only tell the people who are gluten-free. That road , no one revolves their nose up at it.

Patriotism : By the time you make 30, your own country has let you down several hours. No is important that surface of the ideological spectrum youre on, you will probably end up observing something to complain about: taxes being too high, taxes being too low, the damn Democrats, the sneaky Republicans, the cost of medical care, the proliferation of firearms, the lack of guns, the crummy US soccer team, and of course, whomever the president is. The United States to a person past persons under the age of 30 is nothing more than a stodgy debt collector that likewise happens to be a huge prude.

Fireworks : Fireworks? What fireworks? Who wants to put their children in harms behavior like that? At most, maybe you can light them at least 15 ft away from your house and deter a container of irrigate on hand just in case concepts get out of control.

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The Fourth of July: how to celebrate in your 20 s and 30 s

With age comes political awareness, higher booze indulgence, and an earlier bedtime. But its possible to be an adult and still enjoy yourself this weekend

With age comes political awareness, higher booze indulgence, and an earlier bedtime. But its possible to be a responsible, perpetually harried adult and still enjoy yourself this weekend. Heres how.

Age 10: Indulging at an early age

Ah, the ignorant bliss of boy. Photo: Alamy

Age 20: Heavy on the drinks

In your 20 s, the Fourth necessitates going blackout drunkard and usually throwing up on someones backyard. Photo: persona cyberspace

Age 30: All about the grub

Food grows far more important when youre a proper adult. Image: Morgan Lane Photography/ Alamy/ Alamy

I recommend apple pie.

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