#still watering the lawn cuz we started late

[horse-shit]

so sorry, apparently thursday is like The busy day, but ill do today's prompt as soon as possible ^v^

{id like to get a good amount of sleep as well because i know id stay up as late as possible to work on art, ive done it before lol ;;}

[ondynmael]

"Waves In The Sand" furry m/m Part 2 of 5

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The show was sick. Car Seat Headrests opened the night on the main stage – I couldn’t believe I was performing at the gig as them – followed by Against Me! and Lemon Demon. We came after Glass Beach, practically locals, and the night was wrapped up by Teamonade and half a dozen others. Playing along huge names like that really drove it home: we’d fuckin’ made it. I pounded my hands raw on my drumset, and sweat streamed down my face as the crowd roared over the sound of distant waves late into that hot early summer night. 

But no lie, the whole set I was hoping to look across the audience of half-naked queers and see a chunky seal watching me from the front of the open pit. I never did.

Whatever, we crushed it. Guys, girls, and everything in between were practically throwing themselves at Shredder, black make-up ringing his eyes like he was a racoon, spiked bracelets glinting in the stage lights, and shirtless from the start of the show. He was always the first to strip for the fans. Taylor was usually not long after, taking the first chance he could set down his bass and ditch his tight-fitting tee. Taylor had ditched his boobs years ago and took every opportunity to show off his chiseled pecs and the bad-ass surgery scars that underscored them. Then he turn around and flex his sleek eagle wings, to raucous and often lewd cheers. Paulo, our pianist and best dressed bandmate, sometimes kept his shirt on, but clearly he was performing for someone in the audience because his slick salamander skin was bare and gleaming under the stage lights long before the final song.

As the only band member without visible abs, I usually kept my shirt on at shows, self-concious of my belly that looked even chubbier when I was sitting down at the drums. But I usually wasn’t left out at the end of the night when everyone was hooking up, and I could tell tonight would be no exception.

It was almost three am by the time the final band wrapped up. The air was thick with the smell of weed and sweat and pheromones, Swarms of party animals, strung out on molly, coke, and punk music, poured out over the lawn of the venue and started trickling into cars and vans to go home or just pass out until doing the whole thing over again tomorrow. 

We all joined up backstage. Shredder and Taylor pulled up with some slutty-looking guys in leather and glowsticks, as well as two bunnies from an all non-binary band, and a ripped wolf-dog guitarist who looked weirdly shy. Even Paulo appeared, drunk as hell, his arm draped around a robin even twinkier than he was. By their matter fur and feathers it was clear both had already been fucking around in some dark corner. Everyone wanted to go back to the hotel, and it was obvious what was gonna come next after that. 

Of course I’d be welcome at the orgy, but I hadn’t brought a guest myself. Sure, I’d been groped by a couple random people, even made out with a panda chick who offered her tits to my face after she’d bummed a hit from my joint. But I couldn’t get into any of it. 

I knew exactly why: fucking Auxwald. I hadn’t even spoken to him, he’d written off Shredder and I completely, and now I was surrounded by fans who’d let me fuck them in a second just cuz I was in a band. And still I was thinking about that meaty ass, those smooth, tattooed arms, and most of all that lazy poise, lounging by the poolside like he owned the place. Owned the whole fucking world. I wanted a piece of that.

We all drove back squeezed in the wolf-dogs van – he was sober, somehow – and I clumsily groped one of the bunnies before we reached the silent hotel parking lot and fumbled out in a raucous pile. Paulo’s robin whined for a minute about his missing shoes, but Paulo slurred that he’d buy the bird a new set, and we all finally headed up to Shredder and Paulo’s room, everyone’s orifices loose and watering, and those with penises fighting against weed and psychedelics to avoid the clerks at the front desk noticing their hard-ons.

Things escalated pretty quickly. The bunnies got on their knees for Shredder and he topped one after another. The two leather guys fooled around in the corner and watched as Taylor proudly donned his strap-on and went to town on the wolf-dog, who blew Paulo and his robin friend at various intervals, while they held hands and kissed with drunken grins.

I tried to get caught up in it. I really did. But I found myself just watching abjectly from the bathroom doorway, not even half-erect, clothes still on. 

Eventually Shredder swaggered over to me, his cock still hard and damp after dumping his first load of the night. “I gotta tag out for a minute,” he slurred. “Get in here, bruh.” He cracked a beer and started chugging.

When I didn’t move, Shredder sighed. “At least get your fuckin’ pants off. Are you even hard?”

I wasn’t. “I think I need to take a walk,” I said quietly.

Shredder nodded. He was familiar with my funks and knew better than to push me. “Have fun, bro. We’ll be here when you get back. Well, not Paulo, I think he’s gonna puke and pass out before long.”

I laughed, and Shredder clapped me on the back.

“Everything good, Sand?” my friend asked. His eyes were bloodshot and his fur toussled from sex, but his voice was serious. I felt my heart warm with gratitude for my friend.

“Yah, man. You guys have fun.”

“Bye, big ‘roo,” the robin slurred as I left, and Paulo laughed like an idiot. I rolled my eyes. The smell of cum and booze was strong, not exactly a bad smell, but I needed fresh air. I grabbed a towel and my cannabis vape, closing off the sounds of wild animals in the room behind me as I headed for the beach.

—

The ocean breeze was light and cool on my fur. It tossed up grey shadowy waves on to the horizon, nearly invisible for the massive spotlights glaring out over the empty beach. My bare feet sunk into the sand, still warm a few inches down, as I stood and scanned the beach for a dark area where I could just vibe. There, south of the hotel: some dunes out of the reach of the false lights. I walked slowly, savoring the rich salty scent of the Pacific Ocean.

The waves lashed the shore, gliding far up the beach before receding, gliding up, pulling out, endlessly, eternally. I puffed my vape and watched the cloud of vapor get whisked away over the dunes of whistling sea grasses. It looked like a ghost blown in off the waves, barely there, already gone and forgotten.

What the fuck was wrong with me?! I should be amped after a show, especially one that rocked so hard. I’d had an amazing time while there, but now it was like the lust and passion of the evening had drained away into some hole I couldn’t see, far below, ready to eat me too if I gave into this weird despair. 

I had struggled with depression years ago, before meeting Shredder, before I even learned the drums. After college I broke up with my then-boyfriend, carting all my shit to SoCal for some bullshit office job. I missed my friends, I missed fucking someone I loved, I missed even the cooler winters upstate. I sat around, getting fat and not making any serious friends, until I started taking drum lessons. The drums had changed everything. I worked my ass off and ‘graduated’ from my teacher in under two years. I bought my own set and started to master stuff Between the Buried and Me and Dragonforce, AJJ and Hella. I started a band with my guitarist co-worker, and we rocked out every weekend, even played some local gigs. She could tell I was more serious, though, and said I should start looking for larger bands. 

The Try-Hards came to the city four years ago. I could still remember that first show, a shitty little basement at a dive bar. They were a duo, Shredder and Taylor, with Taylor’s cousin touring on a tiny-ass set. I saw how fuckin’ hard the fox and eagle went, while the poor teen chickadee on the drums struggled to keep up with their energy, and knew they needed someone more hard-core. I spoke to Shredder afterwards, found out he was gay, and we sealed my contract with the band by going back to my place, sucking each other off, and then giving him a demo of him my skills, waking up the neighbors at 4am. Fuck ‘em, we were having fun. Six months later, I quit my job, and six months after that we were signed to a major label, with a little salamander rounding out our sound and doing most of the heavy lifting in mixing.

Three years with my best friends. Now here we were, performing at nationally famous music festivals and hosting orgies at beach resorts. I was surrounded by punk queers, I playing music I helped create, and I making enough money to actually put something in the bank each month. This was the fucking life.

So why was I getting high alone on this beach at night? I leaned forward and felt my belly rest on my thighs. It wasn’t like my looks stopped me from getting laid; just the opposite, really, some people really liked the dad bod and weren’t put off by my resting ‘roo face. But it was always these skinny guys with daddy issues who wanted me to fuck them. It was fun, but sometimes, I wanted to be held, you know? Be the little spoon. I hadn’t been fucked myself in a few years now. I just never met anyone who did it for me; hell, I couldn’t even remember it was that made me lift my tail for the boys. I was just a top to the last guy I’d been remotely serious with. Shredder and Taylor didn’t get it, they could top for hours and never get bored. And Paulo was such a serial bottom, he probably hadn’t gone a week without a dick in his ass since he lost his virginity.

But I needed it. I could feel the weed loosening up my body and my hole with it. I raised my tail, wiggling it in the sand, and felt the smooth grains shift under my broad butt, imprinting itself on the beach for someone to see tomorrow and wonder who that fatass was with the big tail. I felt comfortable yet antsy. The moon swam by like a round fish, heading toward the waves. Stars cluttered the darkness of the sky like grains of sand on black leather, probably what my shorts would look like in the morning. 

What was Auxwald doing right now? He said something about shooting… Did he go hunting for sport? In the city? Maybe there was a range or something nearby…

The waves shushed my thoughts in a gentle crash, eating sand castles and flooding ditches and moats kids had built during the day. A lone towel someone had forgotten was dangerously close to the water, but the tide was going out, so it would possibly be safe until it’s owner returned in the morning. 

I squinted at the towel, partially illuminated by a stray beam from the hotel floodlights. It wasn’t just a towel, there was what looked like a beach bag too. And was that…? I stood up to inspect.

Yah, it was. In a pile next to the bag was a large Hawaiian shirt, bright yellow with pineapples and wooden buttons. Who could have forgotten all this shit? I looked around, but there were no silhouettes up and down the beach in either direction.

There was something under the shirt. I nudged it with one foot and my eyes widened. This wasn’t just a top but a whole damn outfit, a pair of green cargo shorts and underwear folded neatly under the shirt. Was someone running around in the buff? Kinda hot, actually, just walking the beach naked at night. Maybe I should do that…

And then I looked at the underwear again and my stomach turned upside down. That was no set of boxers: it was a pink speedo. On the tag I could make out three little letters: XXL.

My head spun.

Another loud wave sloshed up the beach, and I turned to look, butterflies whirling in my belly, the weed turning the world into a slush of washed-out color and crashing water. There, occasionally cresting above the caps of the waves, was a shape, grey on grey, speckled with moonlight.

Someone was swimming in the ocean.

Even as I watched, the figure in the water stood, waist deep in the water, and began to head towards shore. Panic seized me. Should I run? Should I stay and introduce myself, so they knew it wasn’t a creeper? Or was it creepy enough I was just standing here, messing around with their shit? 

Maybe they hadn’t seen me. I started to walk away.

“Hey.” The familiar voice was quiet against the background noise of the ocean, and suddenly I realized how loud it all was, the crashing waves, the wind, the hammering of my heart in my ears. But I couldn’t run now. Slowly I turned to face the figure emerging from the water.

Auxwald heaved his heavy body out of the surf. He gleamed in the moonlight, scintillating under the cold water slicking off of his seal skin. His round belly bounced as he strode calmly but quickly toward me, and as he drew nearer, I could see he was indeed buck-ass naked.

I wanted to turn away – oh who am I kidding, no I didn’t. But a part of me was screaming that I should, that this was weird, this was awkward as fuck, I was intruding on something I shouldn’t be. But I just stared and gave the world’s most feeble, “‘sup?” like we were passing in opposite directions on the subway stairs.

Auxwald’s intense black tattoos curled around his wrists and arced up his forearms and biceps, round with muscle and fat. He did have fur after all, a light down that was almost invisible, and whiskers on his round, stubby snout almost like a cat. He was looking down at me, and I realized he was at least six feet, probably nearly three hundred and fifty pounds.His dark eyes bored into me with a calm patience that said, “what the fuck are you doing with my stuff?

“What the fuck are you doing with my stuff?” Auxwald said. His voice was low and calm, his round head tilted curiously, like he was genuinely interested in my reply. He sounded out of breath, and I could see his chest heaving from his swim. Heated by his body, water steamed into the cool air like a subtle halo around his head. 

I stammered. “Sorry, man, I was just… going for a walk. Thought someone forgot this.” It took every ounce of my willpower not to look down and check out his dick. 

“Well, consider it remembered.” Auxwald peered at me. “Have I seen you before?”

My stomach was churning. “I–”

“At the pool, earlier today,” he said. “You’re friends with that foxy little fox who came on to me while I was having a drink. You're the drummer in a band, the Try-Outs?”

“Yah, err, the Try-Hards.” I was surprised he’d actually been paying attention to Shredder at all.

“Did you follow me down here?” he asked suddenly.

I raised my hands in defense. “No, no way! Swear I’m just here for a smoke.”

“And your friend didn’t send you or something?”

“No.”

Auxwald squatted to pick up his towel. He didn’t cover himself up, simply toweling off his head and shoulders. I couldn’t help myself, I stared at the movement, feeling the urge to reach out and help him.

“So your show went well?” he said.

“Yah, we killed it. You should’ve been there!” The casual phrase had a needy whine to it. I wanted to throw myself into the ocean. 

“Maybe tomorrow.” Auxwald stretched out his neck and rubbed down his torso and chest. His pecs were huge and round, almost feminine, and his nipples were large and erect in the chilly air. “I had work to do tonight.” He sighed, picking up his clothes. “But, the rest of my evening is free.”

I blinked and laughed anxiously. “I think it’s, like, 2 am.”

“The night is young,” was all he said.

“Is that safe?” I blurted, and when he looked at me curiously, I just pointed at the water. He turned to follow my gaze.

“Nightswimming. Alone?” I went on.

“I’m a seal. I grew up on the ocean, doing this kind of thing every night. Don’t worry about me, bud.”

“Well,” I sputtered, trying to keep him engaged. “Did you have a good swim, then?”

“It was excellent.” The seal tossed his towel over a meaty shoulder. “Not too calm nor too rough, more than enough moonlight to see any rogue waves, and nice and cold. Though I’m ready to get warm now,” he added. I felt myself blush at this innocuous statement. How was he having this effect on me? I felt something between my legs start to stiffen

I watched Auxwald pick up his bag, hefty muscles bunching in his thighs, monstrous calves working hard to support his weight. 

He must have caught me looking, because suddenly he said, “care to join me at the hot tub?”

I laughed nervously, and when I saw his expression was unchanged, I said, “pretty sure it’s closed now. We’d have to jump the fence.”

“Nah, I’ve got a card.” Auxwald flashed me his roomkey and smiled. 

“But it won’t work after–”

“Come on, it’s getting chilly out here.” Auxwald’s voice was firm, and as he strode away through the dunes, still totally undressed, I followed him like an obedient kid.

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A Premonition of Love-Final Chapter

Hey Babies! I hope you are all getting on with real life in this fallow Harry season. I cannot wait for the harvest. (Please rescue us with new music Styles, Sharpish) Hopefully this Rom Com Ending will help feed any content needs that are plaguing you! Here she is-the final chapter of A Premonition Of Love! 

Thank you @emulateharry and my other halves- thirds- @dirtystyles and @bleedinglove4h! Now-onto my Gryles Exchange!

Chapter 11-Erubisu

“Harry!" She'd been being sweet and softly blowing in his ear. Then she had tickled it, then Licked it. Nothing seems to be rousing him. He was a very heavy sleeper and could fall asleep anywhere if left unattended for any length of time, but this was ridiculous. She was beginning to think she had  killed him last night.

What a way to go. She had at least exhausted him. Her volume was bothering her own ears, and not a stir.

Ada had just been so jubilant when they made it back to the room last night. The last several weeks probably could have not gone better. After her freak out and their private painting party, they had hit their stride. Harry had been consistently amazing on camera, and at home, with the occasional grand slam to bout.

Clearly last night helped both of their batting averages.

The studio was thrilled with the dailies and so was Ada. It was cute and timely and classic and beautiful, her cinematographer captured Japan and her vision and Harry, all to their best advantage. They had submitted a request for just a little extra time for the Elvis scene. And she thought they made get it.

Even with all of the progress they had made, they'd still need another couple days in the schedule to get the love me tender scene, but Ada had been sneaky and was shooting the film like it was a sure thing.

After she had her encouraging call with her studio handler she'd basically flown to the vans that took everybody back to the hotel, and she nearly sat on Harry's shoulder to chirp out her lark's song. But then she remembered that they were trying to be subtle.

She sucked at subtle, it wasn't her style, but she liked privacy, and craved respect. She was working on that with her therapist, as it went to crazy lengths. Nevertheless, it meant they were clandestine lovers, which was lovely and exciting, if limiting.her boyfriend, as he had self identified, shocking the hell out of her the other day, was right there and she couldn't share her hope.

It would wait, she caught his eye and his eyes lightened in that way they did when they made eye contact and then further when he read her open face like a book.

Harry knew she was excited, he could tell. It was lovely all over her warm face, but they had lots of company. Ada wasn't ready to share with everybody that they may have a few extra days. Firstly, because she didn't know for sure and discretion, as she had told Harry the other day, was the better part of valor, and secondly, she wasn't going to ask everybody. They didn't need them, and she would never get the days with the full budget. Concessions. They had to be made.

So, he'd have to wait to find out if they gave her all the time. She looked hopeful enough.  Just not here.

But her caught her in the bathroom, there was only the one stall with the very high tech toilet, and as she came out, he gently gripped her waist and causally hoisted her back in. She loved when he handled her with ease, but she didn't like being handled. Or so she thought until he was Dali and she was Kahlo. She'd loved how he handled her emotional state and then handled her.

"What's up Harry?" She asked, with her hands on his forearms then gripping his elbows.

"You tell me. You are lit up like the Tokyo tower! Why didn't we film there by the way?"

"Permits, expense!" She shrugged. She'd tried, they'd shoot on the lawn if the could manage it. "Why do movies ever diverge from "the vision." She didn't grump More, but maybe harry didn't know that. She bet Nolan got his vision. With his track record and noms, and following and penis. Speaking of, she was ready to say fuck valor and his buddy discretion. What height was the sink.

"Nope, no distracting me!" He said when she tried to kiss him. "What's the news?" His leaf green eyes, the color of wasabi today, flicked back and forth over her ink eyes. He was written there. So was her excitement.

"I want to tell you when we have something to celebrate." She smiled and widened her large eyes.

"Does it have to do with the film? Might be nice to celebrate with the crew."

He was holding her hands, clutching them the way he did while she rode him. Bad thoughts, Harry. "You're distracting me now." His tongue touched the side of his mouth. "On purpose. And they can't all know, some won't be able to stay." Ada said like he already knew what she was talking about. "To stay...." he paused for her to fill him in. "To stay on the film for our Elvis scene." She squeezed his hand and bounced onto her tippy toes then heels. "I have to cut costs. But I think we might get the days!" "They said that?" His eyes were so big, like saucers and she wanted a big drink of their shared cup of joy. "Well, not yet. But they seemed enthused about the idea and one of them winked at me!" Ada sounded like that made her too sure. He bit his lip. "Who winked at you?

"Stu."

She put her head in his notch, right beneath his chin. Her notch. She slept there and smelled it when she woke up. "Let's not get our hopes too far up, ‘k, Smokes? Maybe low flying hopes?" "Ok!" she'd agreed but all of her was an exclamation mark.

Ada stayed entusiastic all night. She drank too much, a rarity for her, was chatty as all get out, and he had to drag her off the balcony naked. She was still buoyant this morning when she woke up, surprisingly not too fuzzy headed to smell his notch. Her headache, cowed by Harry's pills and water flush before bed, started to come back as she worked to wake him up. "Ighh!" Was the first "word" out of his mouth. "Smoke, I can tell it's very early by the light. The sun's not even up in the land of the rising sun! No human is meant to be awake right now, especially not one who was as excited," tongue between teeth. "As you last night."

He rolled over and she held him with her thighs. "That was bad, even for you, Velvet Elvis." "That was bad too." He rolled over and cracked an eye. "I veto that nickname. Seriously, how are you so bright and bonnie at such an early hour. You hit it harder than me." "Natural high!" She hopped off him taking his hand with her. "I've got a feeling, a good one." She kept on singing. He didn't join, was biting his lip in an unsexy way. "If you tell me you don't know that song, that it was before your time, I'll scream." "Course I know that song," he scoffed. "Yeah, your taste does run late middle age." He grr'ed, that face he made where he furrowed his brow cuz he was thinking hard, or hard thoughts. Then he shook it off. Damn she thought he'd chase her to the shower. "What's up, Harry?" "Nothing, just like to see you smiling." He then gave her a narrow eyed smirk and followed her to the bathroom, and grinned  before he had to grit his teeth to end their coupling. But something was up, when they had a minute on set. She caught him staring pensively at her. More that once. "Hey Elvis!" He winced a little, she noticed. "You look upset." She poked the place his dimple should be and cocked her head to the side. "M'fine!" He cupped her elbow after a quick check of the clear coast. "Just, I don't....." he shook his head. "Got water in my nose when I was on my knees this morning." He flashed her his eyebrows. She allowed the distraction then. He kept it up, the not telling her, for days. She didn't think whatever he was not sharing was a secret, nothing harmful or tangible. That the way she felt at least, but why wasn't he sharing his thoughts? He was a brilliant boy, she liked when he shared his dreamy cerebral locomotive from one place to another.

She was sitting in her makeshift office trying to puzzle him out when her phone rang.

LA! Her news!

They were ready, all caught up with open endings for her choose your own adventure, all they needed was a yes! Harry knew the minute she came down her steps with heavy footfalls that his worries were true. He’d shared the hopes with Jeff right away, when they'd had the idea. Jeff had brightened and he could see it. Then he got that look, the one Harry hated, when he was gonna tell him no, or bad news. "Hersch." Oh, breaking it to him gently then. “I can almost guarantee they aren’t gonna give her an extra week for that scene, for any scene. Likely not even three days. Try to help her not get her hopes up too high.”

And he had, he had wanted to at least. He'd changed the subject when he couldn't but also tried to talk to her. But she was so young and free since she got the idea in her head and nourished herself on the possibility. Harry forced himself to talk sense to joy, had reminded her they were in the industry, and it was a harsh business, and even said, “don’t get excited til they tell you ‘yes.’” They had definitely told her no. And she was definitely in the angry portion of her response. She was coming onto set like an angry tsunami. He saw the PA in front of her scramble. Should he intercept her? Would it even help?

Instead he watched her, she had a look of absolute childlike disappointment, like when his dad would cancel visitation for a business event. Harry knew that look. He wanted to rescue her, but she wasn't a damsel in distress. What could he do? And then he saw her roll her shoulders, up, back, and down. Her face blanked and she nicely called for Kiko. 'Matcha' he read on her lips, she conferred with her AD and then sat down and got to business. He had never been so proud. Or so sad. She'd had to swallow disappointment, maybe even in public, more times than he could imagine if she did it so well and so quickly. And then she filmed the open ended scene. The one she'd written to make Harry Presley as she had recently called him, available. It worked for both narratives. She hadn't given up.

Neither would he. She held it together all through the day, and everybody seemed to sense her need, and they rose to their leader. Ada was a fantastic leader in triumph, and in defeat, he surmised. She'd make a wonderful wife in those for better and for worse moments. For worse, he felt when she made it back to their hotel room. He'd ordered mac n cheese, hot chamomile, and tacos, those he'd had to get from a carrier. She'd bitched about them not being available lightheartedly recently. How maybe it was all she missed of LA, tacos. Ada hadn't said much when she'd come in, just looked at him and shrugged. "Hungry?" "No, but I want to eat every bit of mac n cheese in the world."

She'd already found that plate, was chewing and opening the wine he'd had brought over. She drank from the bottle and smiled at the flavor then at the label. It was as fleeting as a hummingbird's flap, but he loved that he had earned that lip lift with his choice. Was it better to get her to talk now? Or later after they had decompressed? Now would get it out of the way then she could ignore it until tomorrow. Or let it roll off her back, get two glasses and comfort food down her neck, then ask for the detail he needed. When the tacos arrived, she cried. They were a little weird, it was rice instead of corn in the tortilla, but she couldn't believe he had found them. Then she launched into a story about her and Alysia, her best college girlfriend, going from Porto's to Tito's when they broke up with each of their first loves. "I’ve never been to Tito's." "You've been to Porto's right? Or we will have to go there as soon as you visit me in LA." "You asking me on a date?" he asked with a smirk and kept rubbing her shoulders. "I'm asking you to move in if you are gonna casa surreal, feed, water, and rub me when I'm not ok." She took her last bite and fell back onto his lap. Ada looked sideways. He gave her his attention, but didn't' stare her down, he could tell she had something to say. "If I only get you out of this movie..." her eyes glossed. "Do you, do you know what I mean?"

Then her eyes turned red while she suppressed the waterworks. "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's enough, you, for me too." He kissed her forehead. That night, she lavished him with oral affection and passed out after her own favor. But Harry couldn't sleep. She'd told him they were liking the dailies but the climate wasn't right for all the nostalgia she was feeling and his fan base was too young to know Elvis, though she argued they were wrong, pointing to Japan, and other bands cross generational appeal, rockabilly and car culture. They were impressed with the accelerated schedule, but wouldn't grant them the days. She'd said it matter of factly. Her tears were dried up through her tidal will, but she was sad. She ate the tacos, then a bit more mac n cheese, and made him promise to wake her up early enough to work out together. He'd called Masa, set up an early sweat sesh-- start the day with no guilt and with tension released. As the hours waned, he'd played with some lyrics, simple and heart felt, guitar on his lap in the living area. Then he had an idea. He'd have to talk to Jeff. Harry knew Ada was special, the first time he met her-- scratch that! The first time he saw ‘Wildflower’ but watching her champion and carry her hope had inspired him that day.

And it kept on inspiring him. It inspired the whole crew. And they did it, they finished, not early enough to squeeze in the scene. But they finished both story trajectories, so that if the producers were touched, they could do it and it would be a narrative match.

She'd gathered all her bravery today and asked for the time again. She had good reason too. A streamlined crew, shooting schedule, willing crew and hopeful cast.

He knew by Ada’s brave face they’d said no. He had some loving to do for the next few hours before the wrap party. For her, and her broken heart. And for him and his dashed hopes. He wanted the scene too, badly. “You ok?” He didn’t touch her, the crew eyed him funny and he knew they knew, or at least suspected. But Ada would blow a gasket. He wanted to hug her, but that would explode their cover. “Yeah.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I just wish I wasn’t surprised every time, ya know? When somebody says no.” Somebody like Garner to her music, or the producers to her vision.

“I think that just means you remain hopeful,” he shrugged. He’d prefer that to the alternative, her artist streak of optimism mixed with her day to day realism was a sight to behold. He wanted her to remain surprise-able. He was gonna feed it, water it, grow it. He saw Jeff nod at him from where he stood off set and Harry hid his grin. Ok. Plant food for his wildflower. “Let’s finish this ending, yeah?” he squeezed her shoulder. “Then let’s go celebrate our work, cuz  it was stellar and swift, and then go home and cuddle until you feel better.” “I don’t WANT to CUDDLE.” She eyed him. “We can do that too, and Bob Ross all weekend. Let’s go have Akio meet Henry at the airport and they can get hitched by the pilot!” “The other ending is better, Akio should let Henry fly to Paris, and he should run back, like a reverse Rachel and Ross. Henry has making up to do. A public statement of love, a song.”

She knew she was pouting, and was letting her walls down enough so if any one was watching they’d see it. That was growth, or she was feeling loved and soft for her set family she couldn't help it. The vulnerability made him proud too. Harry knew for a fact they felt the same. Ada had maybe done a little too much celebrating by the time they got to the “wrap party.” Or commiserating, Harry wasn’t precisely sure which. She’d barely mentioned it, until she made a second drink sans mixer and sighed, “Oh well!” She was hanging on him a little, arm through his, and he was trying to pass it off as being gentlemanly and hoped no one noticed, until she said, loudly “What’s the stage for, Styles?”

He looked at her and smiled and shrugged. He watched her eyes haze over a bit.

“Are you....are you gonna sing for me?” None of her American reserve on show.

She was fully holding his hands now. And people, not hiding behind the cameras she hadn’t noticed, were smirking. “Yeah,” he chucked her chin. “Sorta, and that’s not all.” He made eye contact with Jeff and his manager nodded then gave a signal and everybody popped out of the woodwork ready to go. Ada looked around,  in bafflement, then disbelief, then rapture. “We’re gonna get our Elvis?” She had crocodile tears, by the size of them, though the emotion was real. “We,” he motioned to everyone “Are gonna get our Elvis. They all agreed to work for free for a couple hours,” an editor cleared their throat, “days.” he conceded. “Oh my god! You guys!” Major, happy tears slid down her cheeks and into her dimples. He couldn't help but hug her.

Revelations be damned! Everybody was gonna know in an hour or so anyway. Harry went to change and Jeff got Ada situated. Gave her a matcha and a wine, to ensure she had her choice. It was meant to be a party after all, a wrapping party as they finished the film with a figurative bow. Harry came out, in his Elvis finery, from the earlier scene, took a deep breath, and made sure his eye line for the camera was on Akio, for the shot he had spent a long week organizing, but he really only had eyes for Ada. “Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go.

You have made my life complete

And I love you so

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfill

For my darling I love you”

He sounded good, he’d been practicing. Ada knew, she knew he was everything people thought he could be, more. It was why she had taken the movie. When the movie request had come across her desk, she’d immediately done her research, it was obvious, his charisma. So she’d slipped her way into Harry and Megan’s real reception, and she had listened. She and Megan were old friends. And then she knew.

She’d said yes. To the movie. Ada never felt surer of a decision than that moment. Harry had made her doubt it, until Nirvana.

But she felt even surer now.  She'd say yes to anything he ever asked her again, maybe. The boy was moved by love. The wedding the first time, and for her, here in this moment. The whole crew, he’d convinced them all, to give her her vision. She had to stop crying. Unlikely, until he stopped singing.

And I always will

Love me tender, love me long

Take me to your heart

For it's there that I belong

And will never part

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfill

For my darling I love you

And I always will

Love me tender, love me dear

Tell me you are mine

I'll be yours through all the years

'Til the end of time

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfill

For my darling I love you

And I always will!

The song had the crew swaying, in the moment. And when Harry kept going, when he said his sorrys, Henry begged Akio. Akio who simply hugged him, forgave him, ran away with his Prince and there wasn’t a dry eye among them. Ada was floored and vindicated. The studio would be amazed. She had no doubt. “Cut!” Ada hiccuped. “Than--!” “Actually, Smokes, there’s a little more, if you don’t mind.” “What?” Ada sat back down in her astonishment, like his sentence was weights in her pocket. Harry couldn’t stop his explosive laugh. He choked up on the third word, but Ada was standing with her hands on her heart by the first bar. She cupped her face when he started singing.

He’d refused to sing it in the movie.

Or for Karoake.

Anywhere.

But, he was singing it for her, only to her, though others could hear it. “Wise men say....only fools rush in, But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

She was on stage with him before the song was over, he barely uttered the last syllable before she held his chin and kissed him tender and true. The crew clapped when he cued the song to play again while they kissed, though they couldn’t hear him sing it into her ear between nuzzles. He sang “Love Me Tender” at the premiere, and the Golden Globes.

But he only sang “Can’t Help Falling in Love” into her fragrant neck ever again.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Sixty-Two: Dropped Off ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara ] [ SasuHina, vulgarity] [ Verse: Of Monsters and Men ] [ AO3 Link ]

“Ugh, that movie totally bombed. I can’t believe I wasted money on a ticket…”

“Really? I didn’t think it was that bad. I mean, at least it was something to watch…?”

“No way, it’s two hours of my life I’ll never get back! Let alone the price of admission!”

Trailing behind as her friends bicker, Hinata keeps her opinions to herself. This lot tends to be rather...set in their ways when it comes to matters like this. So she typically just smiles and nods.

At least they thought to invite her.

Doing just that as one looks back to confirm their bias, Hinata can’t then help a glance to the other side of the street.

...it’s empty.

That’s strange...she could have swore she saw -

“C’mon, Hinata! Get in - we’ll drop you off by your dorm, okay?”

“O-oh! Right.” Finagling her way into a rear seat, Hinata mostly zones out as the ‘discussion’ about the film continues. In truth, all she can think about is a good night’s sleep. Maybe give Sasuke a quick text to let him know she made it back okay...not that she told him she was leaving in the first place. She just...didn’t want to deal with him lecturing her about safety. Again. After all, she did as asked: she didn’t go alone. That was all he’d cautioned: stick with a group, especially after dark.

“Okay, here we are! See you in class Monday!”

“Mhm!” Opening the passenger door as they pull up alongside the entrance to her dorm’s parking lot, Hinata turns and gives a wave as they drive off. The bright entrance to the multistoried building is like a lighthouse for her little exhausted ship of a body. Ugh...no more late movie nights. At least she doesn’t have class tomorrow…

Digging out her phone, she starts walking as she pulls up her conversation with Sasuke. It’s been a few days since he’s checked on her...a little weird, but also a little refreshing. He’s been so paranoid lately…

Eyes on her screen and senses dulled with exhaustion, she doesn’t notice the near-silent engine behind her, or the featherlight footsteps. It’s not until an arm locks like an iron bar around her middle that she gasps as a rag covers her mouth. In breathe the chemicals that quickly begin to befuddle her mind. Hands reaching to try and tear the limb away, her phone drops to the asphalt, kicked in her struggle under a nearby car.

It only takes a few seconds. In a blink, she’s in the mystery vehicle, which pulls away from the promise of safety that is her dorm.

Blocks away, having been up since sundown, Sasuke finishes a shower after his typical evening workout. Towel dragging down his face, he glances to a clock. It’s not too late yet...maybe he’ll give Hinata a quick text, see if she’s awake. That is, after he waters the plant she gave him. At least he hasn’t killed it yet.

When he pulls up her message history, he’s surprised to find a new notification. Seems she beat him to the punch.

But the message within sharply furrows his brow.

Heyfdg

...what the hell? Did someone grab her phone and hit a few unintended keys before sending that? Sent fifteen minutes ago...surely by now she’d send an apology text and an explanation.

Something in his gut clenches with a nauseous knowing.

Throwing on a fresh outfit, he skips the elevator and instead quickly climbs down the railings of the apartment building stairwell. In a matter of seconds, he goes from the tenth floor to the ground. He also forgoes his car, eyes flashing red as he shifts and lets buried biology go to work.

Too fast to be seen, he cuts through the city nightlife to the campus his witchy companion attends. Shifting to a fully human guise before moving to the door, he glances through the glass in an attempt to spot her...then glances up to the proper window on the third floor. Slipping into shadows, he simply leaps from sill to sill, gripping their edges with sturdy fingers before peering through her panes.

Empty. Everything in order.

...what is going on?

Dropping back to the lawn, he takes out his phone and gives her a call. It rings and rings, but...no answer. Her little message plays, and he mutters, “Hyūga, you better have a damn good explanation for this.” Shifting again, he takes a slow walk around the grass and parking lot near her building. By now, he’s more than familiar with her scent, heightened senses letting him pick up far more than your typical human nose. Not quite Kakashi’s werewolf levels, but..good enough.

When he finds a trace, he’s standing near where cars can pull in and out of the lot. Taking  a deep breath, he tries to guess the time passed based on its strength. Half an hour, maybe? One last time, he pulls out his phone, redialing her number.

...then he hears it.

It would be nearly impossible to pick up for anyone else, but shifted, he hears the subtle vibrations of metal against asphalt. Looking around, he narrows it down, crouching behind a car.

There. It’s her phone. Screen cracked, it was clearly dropped.

Panic quickly bubbles up in his gut. Why did she drop her phone? Why didn’t she pick it up? Where the hell is she?!

Cutting the call, he instead tries his brother. “...aniki, I -”

“Sasuke, you need to get here now. I was just about to call you.”

Oh shit. Oh fuck. “...did he find her?”

“Yes. He’s on his way - she was just brought in.”

“Where?”

“North headquarters.”

“...I’ll be there soon.” With a press of his thumb, the call ends.

For a moment, he stands stock still. Eyes wide and expression bordering on manic, his chest shakes with trembling breath.

He knew this would happen...he knew...and he didn’t protect her. While he realizes he couldn’t just derail her entire life to keep her safe...he started all of this when he saved her life. And it escalated when she saved his.

...and now she’s in danger far greater than a random Nightwalker attack.

Before he can stop it, his grip on both phones shatters them into crumpled metal and broken glass. He’s full of a myriad of emotions. Anger, disappointment...and fear.

In a blink, he flickers from view. Even for a vampire, he pushes the limits of his body to reach maximum speed. Any moment he taries might be her last.

Hinata...wait for me…!

I’m sorry…

Skidding to a stop outside the imposing manor that Madara claims for his main base of operations, Sasuke struggles to catch his breath. That’s strange...he doesn’t see the typical anthill of activity - increased security - that comes with a visit from their patriarch. Red eyes squinted under furrowed brows, he jogs up to the front door. Time to find Itachi and figure out what the hell is going on.

But as he reaches for the handle, it opens from within.

And Sasuke’s heart stops.

Looking down at him with an almost bored expression, Madara manages a hint of a smirk. “Well now...I was beginning to wonder when you would join us, my boy. Come...we have much to discuss. And there’s someone who’s been dying for you to arrive.”

Temper ignoring any trace of reason he might have managed, Sasuke frenzies on the spot. All control lost as deep-rooted instinct overtakes him, he makes to launch forward, nails sharpened and fangs bared.

But iron-like arms pin his own behind him, holding him back like a rabid dog on a leash.

“Keep your head, Sasuke.”

Like a punch to the gut, his brother’s voice cuts through his mental fog. Completely unphased, Madara simply stares with his same expression, not a hair out of place - he didn’t even flinch.

“...aniki…!”

“Remember your place.”

At Itachi’s words, he gives in to the inevitable dizziness and fatigue that come from losing a frenzied state, head bowing and shoulders wilting in his brother’s grip.

“...now, if we’re all ready to be civilized,” Madara then drawls, “we’ll be far more at leisure to speak comfortably inside. You’ve always had that spark of temper, Sasuke...I know it well. Therefore, I will overlook this little fit. You must learn to think before you act. Being rash will cost you.”

Still limp, Sasuke staggers a bit as Itachi slowly releases him. Catching his eye as he lifts his head, Itachi gives a look that - in any other eyes - would be a blank yet stern glance to mind his manners.

But Sasuke knows his brother better than anyone. He can read between those lines. Patience, he says silently. It’s not yet time.

Gritting his jaw, he gives just as hidden an agreement. Itachi is right. They’ve come this far...they can’t let anything get in their way. So, he squares his shoulders and makes to follow.

They better pray they didn’t give her a single scratch...or I will be spilling blood tonight.

                                                            .oOo.

     :3c Whoops, my hand slipped, and now we have angst.      So this is honestly my favorite series in the series, lol - I might have to revamp it once the year long challenge is over, and make it a proper fic. Cuz I enjoy this way too much!      Seems Sasuke's finally been outplayed - Madara's gotten his hands on the little witchy woman. What does he want with her? Well...I guess we'll have to wait and see!      And also, a small note: as some of you might remember, the Nightwalker universe is my own original twist on monster characters, complete with its own world and lore. And the frenzy state Sasuke slipped into when Madara not-too-subtly made his threat? That was a big deal. Frenzy is a Nightwalker's last resort when in danger, angry, etc. It's a reversion to the most basic of instincts: a major power buff, but at the cost of their conscious mind. So the fact that even just a hint of Hinata being hurt flung him all the way into being frenzied is a big deal. Think Naruto going bijū mode against Pein, but straight to all nine tails in an instant. And he didn't even SEE her hurt - he doesn't even know if she is. BUT, he knows Madara is big trouble, and his mind snapped straight to a frenzy against one of - if not THE - most powerful Nightwalker in Japan.      Jussayin' :3c      Aaanyway, it's late, and I'm v tired, so...time for sleep! Thanks so much for reading n_n

[chokefriends]

Pit-town Strays Ch.1

Kidlaw softness and redneck shenanigans in a northern mining town. Everything's fucked but whatever.

Rated T, no warnings, or just general warnings for setting-specific social ills and violence (racist cops, shitty parents, etc). Someone ordered wholesome kidlaw family feels? well HERE.

[Ch. 1] - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

Read on Ao3 too, I’m Ossicle

“What the hell are you going to Pit-town for?” Bellamy chewed at Law with his mouth open, a smarmy sneer on his pasty face.

“None of your business.” Law scowled, turning his eyes away from his brother’s ground-up breakfast. He shoved a random pile of coursework into his backpack.

“Well I know what kids like you go up there to do. Everybody knows.” Bellamy drawled on, like he knew shit about anything besides scamming beer and shooting bottles at the quarry.

“Don’t make assumptions, idiot. I’m just babysitting.”

“Why?”

“It’s called a job? You should try it,” Law suggested primly. “Feet.”

Bellamy lifted his feet off Law’s pile of textbooks. “Why, though? You got that big scholarship, I seen the letter when it came in.”

Law frowned at him. “How did you…”

“Well it was just there, so I read it. Why don’t you move out, if you got all that money? You hate it here so much.”

Law waved this matter aside. “I owe that money to someone. Give me the volvo keys.”

Bellamy didn’t move his stupid stumpy self from the ancient recliner—prized spot in the basement space the three brothers shared. “No, I need it, I’m meeting up with some guys later to go down to the quarry. Dad said I could.”

“Bellamy, I need it to get to town. Just gimme the keys.”

“Well I need it to pick up little ladies! You can hitch, right?”

Law didn’t bother arguing. He sighed through his nose and slid his feet into his severely ratty sneakers before heading out into the yard.

“Don't tell Dad where I am or I'll tell him about your girlfriend!” Law called on his way out.

“Obviously,” Bellamy muttered.

The ancient volvo wasn’t feeling cooperative today, or Law was having a lapse or something because he couldn’t fucking hotwire it. He slammed his fist on the dash and took out his phone. It was an oddly summery fall day—not too cold to walk or bike—but his shoes were getting thin in the soles, and Law didn't like asking his dad for little stuff like that. Didn't wanna be such a burden all the time.

He scrolled through his messages and sent a couple off to see about a ride. But Robin (who'd suggested the job) was teaching, and Baby (sweet, bitter Baby) was already in the sauce.

BB: i cn still come tho? you real stuck?? big bro awwwww im sry

You: Nono dont go driving if youre partying it up, Ill hitch a ride I guess

BB: Where?

You: Just into town

BB: Where in town??????

You: The Pit.

You: or whatever.

BB: LAWWW NOOOOOOOOooo jus kidding lol no judgement here

BB: id sell it on weekends too if i were pretty liek U

You: I’m not selling my ass!!!

BB: Lol

BB: sure

BB: why else ndn boi hangs w miner trash? Shady.

You: Lots of reasons, including a babysitting job. Don’t make assumptions.

BB: “babysitting”” “””job”””’

You: Yes.

BB: God ur sheltered

BB: shltered bebe in u nice rich house

BB: don get picked up there, pit-town piggies love ndn bebes

Law pocketed his phone with an eyeroll and started walking down toward the highway.

Once he’d found a ride and gotten dropped off, it was a twenty minute walk from the highway to the Pit. Law ended up climbing over the bare, rocky hill behind the truck stop, cuz his phone’s map had the place all wrong. On top of the hill, he could see the Pit in all its glory laid out before him.

Pit-town was the weird little enclave where the town’s mine workers were housed, in tar paper houses as outdated as the mine itself. The tangled machinery of the refinery loomed just beyond the houses, and above all that, the smokestacks. White smoke drifted from their peaks, as high above him as the clouds. Nothing except low bush berries grew around here—it was like an outpost on the moon.

Law went down into the village. Men with tattooed arms watched him from pickup trucks, and women smoking in lawn chairs whispered. Half-feral dogs barked and circled.

“Ya lost, hun?” one busty woman called from her front step as he passed, and her friends chuckled.

“No…” he mumbled back, and hurried on as they all laughed.

He was flustered and out of breath by the time he got to the address, on the other fucking side of the whole village. The house was like the rest: a single-storey bungalow on a small plot of land with a car port full of dead appliances. There was a little pink bike lying on the front step, and a short dog chain attached to a pole in the middle of the bare yard. A deep trail had been trod in a circle around the pole but there was no dog in sight. Law went up and knocked lightly.

He stood there for a few minutes, feeling the neighborhood eyes on his back, before trying again. He knocked a little louder. “Hey, um. Hello?”

A harsh voice called, “YEAH IT’S OPEN.”

Law tried the door. “No it’s not?” he called back.

“YEAH IT IS JUST KICK IT AND TURN THE THING AT THE SAME TIME.”

“...No, definitely not open,” Law assured him after trying every kick-turn combination.

“AH FUCK.”

“Yeah.”

“OKAY, CAN YOU JUST BREAK IN?”

“...What??” Law was almost offended.

“I’M DOING A THING, CAN’T GET THE DOOR RIGHT NOW, JUST TRY SOMETHING.”

Obviously Law could break into stuff, because his shitty little brothers thought it was hilarious to lock him out of the house all the time. And because their father thought it was prudent to keep things like Law’s ID in a secure location. Law didn’t think that skill set was a great way to start this ‘job’ thing, though… He looked around at the prying eyes across the street and they flitted back behind their blinds. He sighed.

The lock was just one of the doorknob ones, and the jamb didn’t have a guard on it so it was easy to get a credit card in there. The door swung open and Law stepped into a cluttered hallway.

“In here!” the big voice called from down the hall.

“I here!” a little voice added.

Law navigated his way carefully, stepping over baskets of laundry, unreturned empties, and sealed up moving boxes. Something obnoxious was playing on tinny speakers in another room. He rounded the corner into a sweltering little kitchen that seemed like the only clear spot in the house.

There was a very tall redhead with a face full of piercings sitting at the kitchen table in his boxers, and a much smaller redhead in a frilly blue bathing suit beside him. They were painting their toenails black, with their feet up on the table.

The bigger redhead seemed really shocked to see Law. He almost toppled backward on his chair. “H-hi! Uh! You’re Native.”

Law blinked. “Yeah. Um. You’re naked.”

“I’m Nami!” announced the little girl.

The guy was pretty much naked, by Law’s standards. Also kind of jacked… Law could feel his face heating up and was glad that it didn’t really show on him. The man sitting there in his boxers was pale as a fucking ghost, though, and so his sudden flush was super obvious. He rushed to recover from that intro.

“I don’t mean like, ‘oh, you’re Native.’ Well, obviously you are, heh, but I don’t mind or anything!"

“Yeah, uh.” Law nodded helpfully. “I don’t mind either, that you’re… naked.”

“Kidd is a naked...” Nami sang to herself.

“I'm not even,” Kidd protested. “I'm just hot as hell. Aren't you hot?”

“Am I??” Law was completely lost.

“Not—! I mean, yeah, but you're in a hoodie? Aren't you sweltering?” Kidd clarified.

“Oooh. No, not really. I like to keep covered up,” Law explained, picking at a fraying sleeve. He supposed it was weird to be wearing jeans and a hoodie in this weather, but no weirder than wearing Crocs in public, like people here seemed into doing.

Kidd was distracted by Nami painting patterns on her feet with the nail polish. “Fuck, Nami, stop, we just paint the nails. It’s messy, see? MESSY.” He took the tiny girl and sat her on the counter instead, then went about cleaning up the table. “Sorry about the door. Can’t go anywhere with wet toenails, it smears like hell.”

Law nodded harder and went to help him. “It’s cool, I know how to break into stuff. I mean I don’t usually! But your door was easy. Not that I’ll do it again!”

“Not a problem… uh, Kidd. I’m Kidd. Hi.” The guy finally got his head together and extended a hand. His fingernails were painted black too. He had a really firm grip.

“Law,” Law replied in relief.

“And this is my sister Nami,” Kidd jabbed a thumb at the toddler perched precariously on the counter. “She’s a fucking psychopath.”

Nami ignored them, sticking towels into the toaster instead.

“You have a dog too? I saw the chain outside.” Law wondered.

“No, Dad took the dog with him. And the fuckin car…”

“Your parents are both working?” Law asked, and immediately regretted it. God, he really was sheltered.

Kidd blushed again and started stacking dishes.

Law rushed to clarify. “Or, ‘parent'? I only got one too—a dad. I'm adopted though, and my birth parents are both passed, so.”

Kidd was wiping off each dish absently under the running water, not really cleaning anything. “We got a dad and mom, they’re just… not around right now. So it’s just us! Which is better, believe me.” He growled the last bit under his breath.

“Oh, got it.”

“Anyway. I didn't wanna ask someone to come all the way here to watch Nami, but that bitch down the street won’t take her anymore because of lice or property damage or something, and I got an interview today. I’ll prolly find another illegal daycare somewhere around here if I do get this job, though, heh.”

“Yeah don’t worry about it.” Law tried not to seem squeamish at the mention of lice.

“If they do take me I’ll be starting right away, so I might be out til pretty late,” Kidd warned him. “I’ll pay you for however long you’re here for though.”

“Sounds good. You gonna work at the mine?”

This seemed like another sensitive issue. Kidd looked away and muttered, “No… you gotta be 21, and take all these courses and stuff. And anyway, like HELL will I end up in the fuckin pit,” he finished with unexpected heat.

Law was saved from having to come up with a response by Nami blowing up the toaster outlet. The kitchen appliances all blinked out.

“FUCK! Again…” Kidd rushed to pick her up and sit her back on the table as a loud dryer beep sounded from the bathroom. “And fuck, there’s my pants. Listen, can you grab a fuse from the drawer there and stick it in? I actually REALLY gotta go, like right now.”

“Yeah of course!” Law watched the strange redhead duck through the kitchen door and pick his way down the obstacle course hall to another door.

He pulled his eyes away from the muscled back and onto the little girl, who was… eating nail polish.

“You!” Law scolded her, and put her in a chair. He grabbed the few towels that weren’t burnt, and tied her to the aluminum frame. “Okay, eat cheez-its while I fix this.”

Law had got the new fuse screwed into the panel and the nail polish off Nami’s face by the time Kidd came back, dressed in clothes that didn’t seem like interview clothes to Law: heavy duck pants and steel-toed boots. He grabbed a duffel bag that was sitting on a box stack, shouldered it and then stood looking at Law.

“Uh,” Kidd was blushing again. It was kind of amazing to see this tough blacklung brat acting so unsure. “If I come back really late maybe I could bring something? To eat? And we could eat it here?”

“Yeah, that'd be good.” Law shrugged like he didn't mind either way.

“KFC?” Kidd suggested.

“Oh I don't like breaded stuff. Fries are good, though.”

“Chinese?”

“I'm trying not to eat MSG actually…”

Kidd tried to think. “So what do you eat?”

“Mostly sushi.”

“I didn't know there was any sushi places in this shit town,” Kidd admitted.

“At the college there's one. Uh, but whatever you bring is fine, don't worry about it!” Law reassured him.

“Okay. Well, see ya.” Kidd made his way outside, yelling at some hovering dogs to git!, then started swearing. “Aw fuck, Nami's FUCKING bike…”

“You trip on it?” Law poked his head outside.

“No,” Kidd was looking at an empty front walk. “Fuckin kids took off with it again. I'll just go punch their dad in the throat later, not a big deal.”

“Holy,” Law commented mildly.

He watched Kidd pull a frankenstein-ian motorcycle out of a side door and roar away on it. Then he looked around to see if anyone had caught him looking. He was just sending a good glare at the prying eyes across the street when he remembered that he was babysitting. He returned to the kitchen where Nami was sitting once again on top of the table, drawing circles in a nail polish puddle with one finger.

“Your brother is an entire entrée,” Law informed her.

She didn't reply, intent on her craft. But she objected when he tried to pick her up. “Nooo!”

“No?” he put her down.

She glared at him, a tiny girl of no more than four, ginger hair in little pigtails and her frilly blue bathing suit spotted with nail polish.

“I'm Law,” he sat down so he was at her level, and introduced himself. “Lawww.”

“Law...” She appraised him solemnly for another moment and then seemed to deem him acceptable. “I’m being a witch,” she confided in a whisper.

“A witch?”

“Yah.”

Law sat back in the chair with a laugh. “My girl! Let's talk!”

Law had the kitchen scrubbed to his own exacting standards in short order, having secured Nami firmly to a chair (with duct tape and towels this time).

She was starting to nod into her cheezits by the time he'd finished, and Law figured it was nap time. He went to review the rooms along the hallway, looking for a baby room. He couldn't figure out the logic of the place, though. There was a largeish bedroom, which seemed to be the source of the stale smoke smell, mostly taken up by a tacky king bed and Seinfeld DVDs. It clearly hadn't been used in forever. He closed that door. Then there was a smaller room that might've once been a child's room, decorated with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and complex Lego structures piled in one corner. It was stacked floor to ceiling with file boxes and covered in dust too. Another small room seemed to be Kidd's hideout, though the bed was just a box spring covered in laundry and books. There was a guitar and practice amp, and a desk piled with half-dissected old laptops. Law resisted the urge to snoop, and closed the door.

He went back down to the other end of the hall, past the front door, where the narrow corridor opened into a small living room space. A couch and a single mattress were neatly made up into beds, in front of a large TV that seemed like the only new thing in the house.

“I want a Kidd nap.” Nami had somehow gotten out of the duct tape high chair and was at Law's side, rubbing her eyes.

“Okay? In the big bed?”

“You're silly,” she accused. She went to lie down on the couch, pulling a fuzzy blanket over herself.

Law went to sit next to her. He gestured down at the mattress on the floor, with its orange and blue comforter and many fuzzy cushions. “Is that your bed? Don't you wanna nap there?”

“No,” she explained patiently, eyes already closed.

“Right, obviously.”

He watched her shuffle and sigh her way to sleep.

“I could've had a sister,” he murmured, partly to her and partly to himself. “I mean, I do have a biological sister, but I didn't grow up with her. I think it would've been nice, though…”

Nami was already asleep when he looked over again. Easy! Law totally had this babysitting thing in hand. He pulled his stats assignment out of his bag, and got down to the real work.

Nami turned out to be a pretty chill baby, as well as being an utter terror. She mostly ignored Law, preferring to go about her little play tasks uninterrupted, with the TV playing in the background. “Being a witch,” she explained whenever Law asked what she was doing.

“Keep it up,” he encouraged her, turning back to his own work.

He quickly learned, though, to keep an ear out for silence, because she was probably blowing shit up. Law found her building a fire in the oven, then making what he was pretty sure was mustard gas in the toilet.

“How’d you do that??” He took the bleach from her and she threw a mild fit before toddling off to the next game.

By the time Kidd returned, Law was just sitting in a kitchen chair with his stats assignment disregarded in front of him, watching the four-year-old expertly jimmy the makeshift lock he'd put on the knife drawer.

“More twist on the lever,” an amused Law recommended.

“So this one's being a psychopath huh,” Kidd entered and threw his duffel bag on the table.

Law corrected him.“Um, she's a witch and a prodigy? She made several deadly potions with cleaning supplies today."

“Oh jesus now there's two of you.”

“One more and we got a coven.”

“Great. Nami, it's like 11, why ain't your ass in bed?” Kidd growled at his sister, who ignored him.

“She went down for a couple hours, but kept getting up when she heard a car go by. And I couldn't get any pajamas on her,” Law reported.

“Yeah she won't take the bathing suit off unless I bribe her. She's big into being a ‘mermaid’ this month, on top of being a witch.”

Nami had gotten the knife drawer open and was feeling around in it with one chubby hand.

Kidd scooped her up. “No knives.”

“A knife!!!”

Law shook his head and smiled. Child after his own heart. “What's she want a knife for?”

“She's been trying to slash my tires lately, so probably that. It's usually pretty funny to watch, but yeah, not at bedtime. Eh, Nami?”

“I WAN A KNIFE! A KNIFE A KNIFE A—”

Nami stopped and stared at the chocolate coin Kidd was holding up. She grabbed it and wiggled out of his arms. They followed her to the living room where she was stashing her prize under the couch.

“Holy, she's got a hoard,” Law gave a low whistle at the cache of foil coins and random shiny things.

“Yeah I think she's more dragon than mermaid,” Kidd commented.

Nami lay down in her floor bed, where she could see the glittering pile.

“I got food, if you wanna…?” Kidd nodded back toward the kitchen.

“Is she good here?”

“Yeah she pretty much puts herself to sleep, just leave WrestleMania on for her. She likes the noise.”

They went back to the kitchen, and Kidd turned on a thing Law had thought was a smashed toaster oven reconstructed with safety pins, but which turned out to be a radio. Kidd gestured to a bag on the table, and Law unpacked it while the redhead fiddled with the receiver. It mostly seemed to be picking up country music and static.

“Can almost get that alt rock station with this thing,” he muttered, “probably just needs another coat hanger.”

“You went and got sushi??” Law pulled out several little plastic containers.

Kidd’s back was to him but Law could see his neck and ears going red. He kept fiddling with the dials. “Yeah, whatever.”

“From all the way at the college?”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“...I think that radio is using you as an antenna,” Law observed, changing the topic.

Kidd snorted and let go of the screwdriver-dial, and the radio went to mostly static. “Faboo. Maybe it wants a piercing too.”

His face had returned to a normal color under all that metal, and he joined Law at the table. Law offered him the dragon roll and took the sashimi plate.

The chopsticks were an obstacle.

“Do you stab it?” Kidd glared at the sushi and the two little sticks.

“No, look at my hand: hold one like a pencil, and the other one loosely—”

“I stab it.”

“Don’t stab it, hey, you’ll ruin the integrity of the roll shape!”

“Hm,” Kidd chewed his mangled piece. “Tastes like salad.”

“Here.” Law scooted over a chair. He took the chopsticks out of Kidd’s fist and rearranged them. Kidd’s hands were large and rough to the touch, and the scent of sweat and gas clung to his clothes. The sudden impression of body heat and machinery smacked Law right in the back of the brain.

“I’m gonna say this is finger food,” Kidd decided.

“Yeah,” Law agreed automatically.

“Yeah, fuck this. Want a beer?”

Law hated beer. “Yeah. I mean, whatever.”

Law sat and nursed the beer with determination, trying to pay attention to Kidd's animated take on government surveillance vans and Nicolas Cage. His brain was getting fuzzy really fast, though. He was such a fuckin lightweight.

“He’s not an actual human person, is all I’m saying. You seen his face tryna do face stuff?” Kidd argued, crunching his second beer can and tossing it in the bin across the room. "Nother beer? Hey, you’re not even done that one.”

“Tastes like bread,” Law noted distractedly.

“I guess. You don’t like Bud?”

“I liked the first movie,” Law hiccuped.

Kidd laughed like a fucking hooligan, and Law had to laugh too. Normally loud laughs grated on Law's ears, but he decided he liked this one. It wasn't mocking or cold; just big.

Kidd shook his head with a final chuckle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Me too. Sooo uh, what you studying at the college?”

“General science right now, thinking I'll go into the pre-med stream,” Law answered right away. “Or maybe something more research, less clinical… uh. Or you know, like. Whatever.”

Kidd actually seemed interested. “Yeah that sounds awesome. I always wanted to go into engineering, but pure research would be cool… You um. Doing some math, there?” He looked over at Law's assignment, abandoned on the table.

“Stats. The bane of my existence. Don't stare at it too long, it'll put the bleed on your brain.”

“...you're stuck, huh?” Kidd glanced over again.

“No.” Law sniffed. “I'm considering it from many angles.”

“Okay, man.”

“Oh, like you know anything about sample sizes and shit.”

Kidd shrugged, but the line in his forehead deepened. He cracked another tallboy.

Law gripped his own beer can in the uncomfortable silence that followed, and then downed the rest all at once.

“Nother,” he wiped his mouth and Kidd raised an eyebrow but passed him a fresh one.

“Git it in ya.”

“Mhm.” Law took a deep swig and almost fucking barfed. “Sooo… you make that bike yourself huh?”

“...yeah,” Kidd's face lost the put-out look and split into a grin. “Or whatever, I just added some stuff and changed other stuff… actually, it's…”

That got another good long ramble out of the redhead, full of startling laughter and crass parallels with female body parts. Law wondered idly if Kidd was actually familiar with any female body parts, or whether this was just how people in Pit-town talked.

“Hm?” Law sat up straight, realizing that Kidd had asked him something. His brain was definitely all swimmy now.

“Or I can give you a lift back now. It's a long way to the Rez.”

“I'm not from the Rez, I live down the highway. I can just hitch my way back, it's not a big deal." Law looked at his phone—after midnight.

Kidd was giving Law a look, like he wanted to say something about that, but then grunted and downed his beer instead. “Here, for today,” he said, taking an envelope out of his pocket and pushing a few folded bills into Law's hand.

“Thanks.”

“If you're free tomorrow I'll be working again at noon. And like I said, you can stay here tonight if the trip out is—”

“Oh!” Law felt his face heating up again. “No, I gotta get home. My dad's gonna kill me as it is. I'll come back tomorrow, though, okay?”

“Okay! Or, whatever, good.”

“Yeah.” Law stood and started stuffing things back into his backpack. “Okay see ya tomorrow.”

Kidd gave him a flippant salute and cracked another beer.

Pulling on his sneakers at the door, Law felt a little tug at his pant leg.

“Law, you are going to go?” Nami worried.

“Yup, gotta go home.”

“Law, you won't be here if you go,” she started snuffling.

Law picked her up and put her back in her bed. “I'll come back tomorrow. Okay?”

“No.” She hid under the blanket and kept snuffling.

He hesitated. “I have to go.”

“She’ll get over it in a minute,” Kidd told him from the doorway, leaning backlit against the frame with crossed arms. “It's better not to draw it out.”

Law looked at the little lump among the cushions and shrugged. He stood to go.

The redhead chewed at his tongue piercing and watched him. “Okay, I don't wanna be weird about this, but like. It's the Pit. And you're... You know?”

Law wasn't getting it. “I'm...?”

“C'mon, you stick out. And it's really late, and it's just past check day, and… it'd really just be faster if I gave you a ride.”

Oh, fucking chivalry or whatever.

“So I'll put my hood up,” Law dismissed this.

“It’s the Pit, though,” Kidd said again.

“... See you tomorrow.” Law left without drawing it out any further.

Law got halfway through the village before someone pulled up next to him, apparently to offer him further unwanted courtesies.

“Looking for a place to stay?” the man offered.

“Just heading home,” Law deflected.

This didn't seem to be the answer the guy wanted, and he followed Law in his pickup at very close range, until they got to the village limits and the end of the street lights. Law gripped his phone in his pocket. He heard the truck door slam just as he went to detour off the road between two houses.

Law tried not to back away as the guy advanced. “I'll call the police.”

“I am the police,” the man pointed to the badge on his belt.

"Shit..."

"And you're trespassing."

Law held onto his phone, a harsh roaring steadily growing in his ears. The smart thing would be to play dumb and helpless so he wouldn't fucking get shot, and just hope someone came by… but the man went to grab him and he panicked just as the roar peaked. Law snapped the fist holding his phone into the man's temple, and it made a loud crunch. A couple more frantic strikes sent the pig down in a confused pile of limbs.

Well he'd fucking done it now. Maybe he could run before—

“Oohhh shit, haha,” someone commented.

Law glared over at Kidd, who was sitting there on his noisy rat bike, peering at the man on the ground.

“Hi?” Law crossed his arms.

Kidd scratched his neck. “Saw him drive past after you left, and figured… yeah. I was just gonna come and like, bam! Do a drive-by with a crowbar. But that Rocky shit was actually way cooler, haha. Is that a brass knuckles phone ring?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah…” Kidd considered the lump on the ground. “Kay, well. Can I drive you home now?”

“...” Law really, stubbornly wanted to refuse.

“Just so you can see how Marlene here rides,” Kidd patted the motorcycle. “Did I tell you I built her?”

Law's tension cracked and an incredulous laugh bubbled out. “Yeah. You told me. She's a beauty.” Kidd passed him the helmet and Law slid into place behind him.

“She’s a rubber-tit, chain-smoking old blacklung biddy, fuck yeah she's a beauty. You can ride her all day and night, she don't get tired.”

Law had been wondering how he'd get all the way home like this without popping a boner, but that mental image cleared it up.

“Uh,” Law gave the unconscious cop a guilty glance, “should we get this guy somewhere…?”

“Oh, I'll just call his wife to come get him, I guess,” Kidd snorted at the pathetic pile and took out his phone.

“You know him?”

“Everyone knows everyone here… hold on a sec. Hey, Mrs. Kyle? Yeah I just seen Kevin going off tryna fight that goose again.”

“Fuckin what??” Law snickered.

“Yeah, Cobb Road. Looked like he'd taken a good one on the head already. I dunno who taught that thing to make a fist. Yeah, anyway. Yeah, bye.” Kidd hung up, nodding to himself like that was it.

“No one's gonna believe that shit,” Law objected.

“Oh the goose? That's real, the thing's a monster. I think they should just shoot it but there's a pool on who'll defeat it in hand-to-hand combat.”

“...okay. Sure.”

“It's the Pit,” Kidd explained again.

Kidd tied a bandana onto his face as a windguard, and they pulled out of the village and onto the highway. It was fall but the air was warm and smelled like tar. Law held onto Kidd's waist and directed him by patting his arm and pointing. The smokestacks receded behind them, though the tar smell lingered on through the treeless landscape. Eventually Law signaled for them to stop.

Kidd pulled off the highway and stopped just under the lone streetlight at the turnoff. He looked around. “This is just a carpool lot. I might as well take you all the way home, right?”

“Nah, my Dad's already gonna be pissed that I'm out this late. If I ride up on a bike smelling like booze… yeah.” Law passed him the helmet and dismounted. “It's not far from here, I'm good now.”

Kidd was still processing the first part. “Aren't you in uni? You still have a curfew?”

Law shrugged. “He's strict. He just worries. Though, yeah, he's nowhere near as protective about my fuckin brothers so—”

At that exact moment Law's brain registered the whine of a familiar car, and he had to grip his bag to keep from bolting. He relaxed slightly when he saw it was just the Volvo.

“Hey Lawnboy,” Bellamy chuckled, leaning an elbow out the window.

“Hiii Law,” a gawky, sharp-eyed girl chirped from the passenger seat.

“Monet, my dream girl,” Law flirted mildly, leaning on the door frame. Monet giggled and Bellamy scowled.

“That your ~boyfriend~?” the blond troll mocked, jabbing a thumb at Kidd, who tensed and sneered.

“Yeah,” Law shot back.

There was a pause.

“Really???” Monet scrambled to get a good look at them both. Bellamy's face went slack with shock.

Kidd stuffed his head into the safety of his helmet.

“What're you doing?” Law questioned the helmeted Kidd.

“He's shy!” Monet squealed. “Ahhhh you guys are perfect!”

“Are you blushing?” Law tried to flip up the mirrored visor and Kidd held on stubbornly, shaking his head.

“Law, bring him to Hawk's place with us, I'll make youse guys’ drinks!! I got sourpuss and peach schnapps!”

“They're not coming to Hawk's,” Bellamy told her sullenly.

“Shut up Bellamy. Law, you guys coming?”

Law demurred. “Gotta work tomorrow, Monet-fique. Nother time.”

“Aw.”

“See you at home, Bellyache,” Law dismissed his pouting brother, who scowled.

“‘Babysitting’, huh. I'm telling Dad you're hoeing it up in the Pit,” Bellamy threatened.

Monet punched him in the shoulder. “Oh my god Bellamy no you're not. Later, Law! Byyye, strong silent boyfriend!”

Bellamy took his cue and screeched away.

Law turned back to Kidd, who was still hiding under his helmet. “Sorry. That was my brother. It just seemed like the best way to get him to leave.”

Kidd gave a slight shrug.

“So. See you tomorrow?” Law shouldered his bag.

Kidd nodded.

“Thanks for the ride. And for dinner and stuff…”

“Yeah it's whatever,” came Kidd's muffled voice.

“Oh yeah I mean, whatever.” Law started off down the road.

“Uh…! Thank you too, for… coming...” Kidd called after him a few steps later.

Law stopped and looked back awkwardly.

“...And for being chill about Nami's issues, and the house, and dealing with that creeping fucker… You don't have to come back after that crap. And if all this is gonna get you in trouble with your dad anyway,” Kidd offered in a nervous jumble, as Law wandered back over and stood there, feeling suddenly sad.

Law had had his share of sweet goodbye kisses under this streetlight, when he'd been a little younger and a little less worried about everything. He kinda really wanted another like that right now… But Kidd was holding onto the helmet on his head like a life preserver. And a kiss seemed like such a shallow, wrong-headed kind of assurance to offer against all ‘that crap.���

Law leaned in, and bonked his forehead lightly against the glossy helmet instead.

“Well, pick me up tomorrow, at the highway. So I don't gotta risk crossing the goose,” Law shrugged too, like it really was all just whatever.

He couldn't see Kidd's face but he could see his heaviness lift.

“You got it, Cap.”

The scruffy redhead leaned into his bike and the road, and became a fading engine roar in the dark. Law walked home slowly.

[pockpop]

we like to party | bts scenario

➢ summary: it’s time for your annual cookout and inviting the boys plus your family is always a wild night.

➢ request: Can I request a bts scenario where reader cooks dessert, bbq & soul food (with the help of readers family) for the boys' , the staff, their family and yours. Basically a get together with activities and music. I hope this made sense! 

➢ genre: fluff, mature 

➢ warnings: mentions of alcohol, cursing, some booty poppin’ cuz why not

➢ a/n: i took a while for this one but its here! im gonna be honest its kinda hoseok biased? i have no shame to show him some loving lol but i hope you like it love!

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styling your freshly done box braids, you posed in the mirror in your brand new bathing suit. it finally came the day of your ‘get together’. in real, it was a cookout you and your family had every year and y’all usually invited family. however, the boys were regular goers. you had met a few of them while studying overseas for college, befriending them well enough that they would come visit you anytime they had off. they became well acquainted with your family that they were always asked about whenever you came home. you were excited to see them as always and since you also invited their staff to come along, you wondered what the day was going to bring.

the party had started at 2. you had water slides set up, your cousin doing the music, you had helped cook the food with your mom and your aunts while your brothers and dad did the barbequing. your female cousins had of course brought a few friends that you already had assumed would be talking up the boys, but you didn’t mind much cause you knew they never really got to have fun and chill for a night.

 standing beside one of the lawn chairs while your little cousins were arguing over whether 2pac was really dead or not, you didn’t notice the boys had came in the house with their staff, your mom and aunts greeting them first. it was hoseok who found you first. “hey boo,” you jumped a bit feelings hands squeeze your waist, hoseok peeked his head around making you smile.”boy don’t scare me like that!” you yelled as he wrapped his arms around you and gave you a hug from behind.

hoseok laughed unwrapping himself from you, “chill out, it wasn’t even that bad.” you rolled your eyes at him and was about to push him away when you could hear your dad and brothers yelling and screaming in excitement as the other members came out of the house to greet them. you couldn’t help but smile warmly as they did their handshakes and hugs, stopping for conversations.

“y’all a bit late, the party started at 2.” you said smugly to hoseok who still had his hand on your hip. it wasn’t exactly a secret that you two once had a thing,it was written all over your faces whenever you two were together. hoseok kissed your forehead then mushed your head playfully,”we here though, isn’t that all that matters?”

“nigga, get away from me, you be playing too much!” you said pushing him away,cheesing so big that your mouth hurt. 

“big booty y/n! there she is!” you heard jungkook scream and you covered your face in embarrassment as your little cousins giggled. “why you so damn loud?” you grumbled as he bear hugged you. though you had brothers, jungkook ran along with them in your eyes. he teased you, annoyed you to no end and was always in your ear, but you loved him nonetheless. eventually the rest followed as they were trying to escape your family members, engulfing you in hugs, their colognes overwhelming your nose. 

“damn, you didn’t say all these people were gonna be here, we haven't seen your whole family in a hot minute.” namjoon commented eyeing your cousin who was flaunting around in her bikini. you crossed your arms in mock annoyance,“yeah, the whole crew and all, they all haven’t seen y'all in a while and when i mentioned y'all were coming to town, they didn’t hesitant to bring they asses here. ya welcome.” 

“well i don’t care about all that, where the food at?” jin asked looking around and his sad eyes finding the empty picnic tables that only had drinks and condiments on them. smiling you touched his shoulder, passing him as you did it.”i just gotta bring it out chill, we were all waiting for you guys.”

“oo good, i’ll help.” jin offered and taehyung came along as well while the others went off to get some drinks. your mom and your aunts were just finishing up the food when you guys came in. handing the each of you guys platters, bowls, and tin pans of Mac and cheese, potato salad, white rice, yellow rice, black-eyed peas, collard greens, baked beans, and cabbage. it took some time to set up the tables and eventually your dad and brother brought the plates of meats.

after everyone had eaten and drank a little more, suddenly people were just everywhere. dancing, screaming at the tv over football, playing on the water slides, playing checkers, having deep discussions. jin was sitting in one of the lawn chairs talking to your mom, yoongi and namjoon was talking up a few of your cousins, but hoseok, taehyung, jimin, and jungkook had been on the water slides as soon as they finished their food. they all had had a bit of hard liquor so they weren’t quiet about it either and the kids were running along with them.

“watch the babies!” your grandma kept screaming every time the adults and big kids were getting off the water slides, the little kids kept crowding around the bottom to watch the final splash. jungkook had caught you watching them from your spot by namjoon who was now exchanging numbers with a girl you weren’t even related to. the boy ran up to you and didn’t even give you a chance to protest before he was throwing you over his shoulder and running to the biggest slide of them all.

“wait jungkook! boy if you get my cover-up wet i swear!” but he didn’t care, “you should’ve taken it off a long time ago,” he said with a shrug before climbing up the ladder and pushing you back down the slippery slide, falling into the mini pool at the bottom. when you finally got up, you ripped your ponytail out to let your braids fall then pointed to jungkook to let it be known to all you were gonna get him. 

you tripped getting out of the slide only earning a hyena laugh from jungkook but his laugh ended quickly when you were already climbing the ladder and pushing him down the slide. taking off your cover-up, you slid down the slide again, making sure to hit your body against jungkook’s who still hadn’t recovered from the initial push.“you’re evil you know that,” he giggled trying to move his hair from his eyes,”sure you’re not talking about yourself?” you teased trying to stand up and he just smirked watching you struggle

“race you to the slip and slide,” he challenged when you finally got up to let others slide down. you didn’t even give him an answer before you took off running to the slip and slide.

the rest of the party went on that way. the families having fun together and enjoying the company of everyone they love, making new friends, a bit drunk but having fun.when it was getting darker, it seemed the music was getting louder and all y’all ended up on the dance floor bumping and grinding. you had bounced around to anyone you could, everyone crowding around as you threw it back with no problem at all. they cheered you on and handing you full cups of hennessy that had you feeling every beat. 

you made sure each member got a chance to see what you were working with, whining your hips with an ease that had them all seeing you entirely differently from then on.your girl cousins were also on the floor, heating up the night as all of y’all were getting down, giving them boys heart attacks.

“y’all better stop before dem boys pass out now!” your mom yelled from where she sat with your grandma and older aunts, all of them laughing at the younger adults on the dance floor. after a while, you ended up dancing on hoseok. he was the only guy who could keep up with you and never was intimated by how you moved. his hips never missed a beat and he always left you breathless. everyone had crowded around the two of you, your sweaty bodies bumping and grinding to ‘no hands’. everybody started cheering and rapping the lyrics, not caring about being loud in your backyard and too drunk to care.

 all in all, it was a good ass night. you guys had a bonfire once it got entirely dark and the desserts your mom had made of sweet potato pie, red velvet cake, peach cobbler and s’mores were eaten around the fire. everyone was mingling, talking loud and all and when you looked around the circle, the light of the fire illuminated everyone having a good time. once it all finally came to an end, the boys definitely couldn’t wait for the next one and neither could you.

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[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

its not even close to valentines day and im not sure if you're taking requests but i just thought of it for some reason: Little kieth doesn't know what cupid is. His friends tell him that cupid shoots you with his love arrow and you fall in love. Kieth doesn't let shiro go outside cuz he thinks his dad's gonna get shot by love baby. Shiro goes out to water the flowers and pretends to get shot on the front lawn. Kieth screams. Btw im totally cool with you not writing this until like, February.

Thank you for the prompt! This made me laugh, and we needed this after that sad oneshot with Red. It’s not near Valentine’s Day but I still had to write this. Poor baby muffin, he just wants to protect his daddy! Thanks guys for always sending in prompt and keeping this AU alive! Enjoy!

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              Keith was only four-years-old when he discovered Valentine’s Day, and life was never the same after that. Not for Keith at least, but for Shiro.

              It was all thanks to hearing about the upcoming Valentine’s day party that Allura was hosting in her daycare with the kids and their families. That was the first time Keith had ever really heard about Valentine’s day and at first, he could care less about the day. Yuck, kissy love like Grandma and Grandpa is gross. Keith had his dad’s love and now his new friends and that was all he needed. He didn’t need a holiday to show love, so he didn’t get the whole point of the holiday.

              That was until Lance opened his mouth.

              “And there’s this guy called cupid who goes around shooting people!” Lance stated factually, a week before Valentine’s day at lunch. Hunk continued to chew his food, and Pidge rolled their eyes.

              “But why does he have to wear a diaper?” Pidge asked, causing Keith to nod. However, if he were being honest, Keith was more stuck on the fact that this cupid guy willingly shot people, rather than his lack of attire.

              “I dunno,” Lance shrugged with a frown. “Maybe he’s got bad diarrhea or something?” Pidge and Hunk both made a face at the comment but continued to eat their food. Keith’s frown deepened.

              “Wait, so he’s got nasty poo and he shoots people?” Keith asked, setting down his sandwich. Lance nodded as he bit into his own food, making Keith’s stomach churn a bit more. He did not like the sound of this cupid guy. No not one bit. This cupid sounded like trouble and Keith would be perfectly happy never seeing him. Ever.

              “That’s gross.” Pidge commented and Keith nodded.

              “Yeah but wouldn’t the arrows hurt?” Hunk finally asked. Keith nodded eagerly, agreeing with Hunk’s statement. That was exactly what he had been thinking this whole time. Lance laughed at Hunk and gently patted his hand.

              “Duh. It’s arrows. Of course, it hurts. I bet if he misses your heart, then you’ll probably die!” Lance exclaimed, causing Keith’s stomach to sink. This holiday was sounding worse and worse by the second, all because of this cupid guy. He was even starting to sound worse than the drunk leprechaun that came in March. It was then that Lance noticed the troubled look on Keith’s face before a grin overcame his facial features. He was going to take any chance to mess with his “eternal rival.”

              “Plus, I hear he only goes after, like super-hot people. Like Daddy Shiro.” Lance grinned when Keith’s eyes widened and his eyebrows shot to his hairline. Instantly, Keith dropped his sandwich and gasped dramatically. Pidge and Lance both giggled at their friend’s expression while Hunk looked nervous.

              “He wouldn’t go after my daddy!” Keith snapped, before swallowing. “Would he?”

              “I dunno. Your daddy is pretty cute.” Pidge admitted. Keith felt his heart sink to the floor while Lance cackled to himself.

              “Yeah. Cupid will probably pick your daddy first! He’ll hunt him down and ­– pow! Shoot him right in the chest.” Lance said, closing one eye and aiming a finger gun at Keith’s chest. Keith scowled at Lance before nervously fiddling with his shirt.

              Lance and Pidge were right. His daddy was the cutest. There wasn’t anyone cuter than his daddy, which meant that his daddy was doomed! He was doomed to be shot by this stupid, poo diaper cupid. Other than that fact, Keith knew that his daddy was hopeless when came to protecting himself. Just the other day, he’d nearly tripped over a rock in the driveway.

              There was no way his daddy would be able to defend himself against this criminal mastermind.

              If anyone had noticed that Keith was quieter than usual, no one said a word.

x.V.x

              “No! You can’t go outside! No.”

              Shiro was startled by the sound of his son’s sudden yell, that he let go of the front door handle immediately. He turned around to see his son running down the stairs, still in his pajamas, and certainly not ready for day care.

              “What?” Shiro asked. He was even more surprised as Keith started to pull his hand, to pull him away from the door, with all his little might. Keith grunted.

              That was too close. Daddy nearly went outside, where that love baby criminal is! Keith thought, priding the fact that he had kept his daddy from going outside. However, he knew that until Valentine’s day passed, he would have to keep a close eye on his daddy.

              “You can’t go outside. No, it’s not safe.” Keith announced once he had dragged his daddy to the couch. Shiro was still baffled by his son’s action but he allowed Keith to pull him onto the couch before Keith too jumped up and snuggled into his side. Of course, Shiro put an arm around Keith and held him close, though not without a look of confusion.

              “I can’t go outside? What on Earth do you mean, little star?” Shiro asked, slightly amused by the whole ordeal.

              “Valentime’s day is Monday,” Keith announced suddenly.

              “Valentine’s day.” Shiro corrected with a nod.

              “Lance told me all about that cupid guy.” Keith continued with a tiny and determined frown on his face. Shiro almost cooed at the precious look of anger on Keith’s face, but luckily, he refrained from doing do. “And you’re not safe today. He’s gonna take you out because you’re hopeless.”

              Shiro’s jaw dropped, and he couldn’t even come up with something to respond back to Keith. He was more than just a little baffled that Keith was worrying about this. For a moment, he was worried that Keith was upset about the idea of Shiro falling in love. Shiro hadn’t thought about a relationship in nearly a decade, especially once Keith had come into his life. He wasn’t opposed to a relationship and would allow it to happen, should it, but he had no plans to head into a relationship anytime soon. Valentine’s day or not.

              “You’re worried about me?” Shiro finally asked, causing Keith to nod.

              “Yes.” Keith chirped. Shiro opened his mouth to reassure his son, only to be cut off by Keith glaring out the window as if searching for someone. “Cupid is a dangerous man because he shoots people in the chest! Why would someone even do that? And you’re hopeless because you are the cutest daddy ever and of course he’d want to shoot you because he can’t if you don’t go outside and if I keep an eye on you.” Keith babbled, eyes still searching outside.

              Shiro quickly turned his head and coughed in order to hide a laugh that was bubbling in his throat. For Keith to be worried, that reason was not quite what he had been expecting. The entire situation sounded ridiculous to Shiro, and if Keith wasn’t such an adorable child (the most adorable if you ask Shiro) Shiro would have laughed.

              “So, your plan is to keep me inside for three whole days, so cupid can’t get me?” Shiro finally asked with a chuckle. Keith looked back at his dad with a proud grin and nodded. He then patted Shiro’s should gently.

              “Yes! This way he can’t ever get to you!” Keith clapped happily causing Shiro to sigh.

              “Keith, you can’t keep me indoors all the time.” Shiro explained.

              “B – But…but…” Oh no, he’s pulling out the crocodile tears and the wobbly lower lip. Shiro had to stand firm in the wake of his son’s tears and he knew that he couldn’t back down. Not now. Not even when Keith was pretending to sag his shoulders and pout.

              “Keith. I’ll be safe. Don’t worry. Cupid can’t get me.” Shiro grinned, ruffling Keith’s hair. Immediately Keith swatted away from Shiro and flapped his hands.

              “No, you won’t! You can’t even walk down the hall without running into a wall!” Keith huffed dramatically and Shiro gasped with a hand over his heart. He pretended to faint, laying across Keith’s little body, listening to Keith’s squeals of laughter. Keith squirmed and wiggled to try and get out from under his daddy.

              “I suppose it’s a good thing I have such a brave. Strong. Kind son.”

              “You’re still not going outside daddy.”

              Shiro did not pout at that.

x.V.x

              “Keith, sweetheart, we do not glare at babies.” Shiro scolded quietly, dragging his son away from the shopping cart to the side of them. The cart had a baby inside of it, in a carrier, and was minding its own business while the mother shopped. Keith had seen the baby first and his first instinct was to run up to the cart and glare at the baby. The mother was pleasantly surprised but with a charming and apologetic smile from Shiro, she was laughing at the situation. Shiro was just happy the baby hadn’t started crying.

              “But what if that’s cupid!” Keith said, grabbing onto their own cart while Shiro pushed it along. He squeezed himself between the back of the cart and Shiro’s legs, making Shiro awkwardly maneuvered around him. “Lance says he looks like a dumb baby and wears a diaper.”

              Shiro groaned. Thanks, Lance.

              “I promise you that was not cupid,” Shiro said as the two of them headed down another aisle. Unfortunately, this aisle had a toddler, outside of the cart, wearing diapers. Shiro heard Keith hiss between his legs and he quickly tried to maneuver the two of them back out of the aisle.

              It was too late, however.

              Somehow Keith had gotten a hold of a floaty noddle and he was stalking towards the toddler. The toddler squeaked and laughed happily, probably thinking that Keith was playing rather than about to destroy it.

              Just as Keith let out a breath to attack, Shiro had scooped the four-year-old up into his arms and was quickly walking out of the aisle, with the family and toddler oblivious to Keith’s intentions. He briskly walked into another aisle, breathing a sigh of relief when it was empty. Only then did he let Keith down, before putting his hands on his hips and tapping his foot.

              “Keith. No more. Cupid is not here today. If you cannot behave you’ll sit in the cart.” Shiro finally reprimanded causing Keith to scowl.

              “How do you know?” Keith argued back and Shiro counted to ten in his head. He breathed out a long sigh and reminded himself that this was what happened when you had a four-year-old. This was life with a toddler and this was what being a parent was all about.

              “Because Allura helped me with a super special cupid tracking device that works in this store only!” Shiro smiled sweetly. He saw Keith take the bait and slowly Keith’s eyes widened. “There isn’t any trace of cupid in this store at all, so we’re safe here!” It took a few more seconds before Keith finally nodded. He grabbed onto the cart and squeezed himself between Shiro’s legs again, letting Shiro breathe a sigh of relief.

              Luckily, Keith did not wish harm on any more children in the store.

              He did, however, make a baby cry because he stared at it the whole time through the line.

x.V.x

              This was getting ridiculous now.

              Keith had been adamant about not letting Shiro out of the house this weekend. Or not letting babies near Shiro. Or always watching Shiro.

              It was Monday morning and Shiro nearly cried to know that this would all be over after today. Keith wouldn’t be so paranoid anymore, and hopefully, by next year he will have grown out of this horrific phase. Shiro kept glancing at the clock, knowing there was only an hour left in Allura’s little Valentine’s Day party.

              Shiro had fun, chaperoning the party. Allura had combined her small group of kids with several other kindergarten classes to have one massive party. There was tons of cakes, candies, and sugar which meant kids on sugar highs and rushes. Cards were passed out and bags given to each other. Several other parents and families had also come to join the celebration and Shiro had a pleasant time at the party.

              More importantly, Keith was having fun.

              He stayed with Hunk, Lance, and Pidge mostly and kept away from the crowds but he ate the sweets and gave his cards to those three. He’d smiled shyly when all of them had given Keith a card too, and grinned when Allura gave hers to him. Overall, he was having fun and it made Shiro’s heart swell as he took picture after picture.

              And best of all, for now, Keith had forgotten all about cupid.

              Maybe this would keep up and Keith wouldn’t remember cupid at all today.

              However, that was short lived when Shiro felt a tiny tap on his leg. He looked down and ‘Awwed’ so loudly upon seeing a kid dressed as cupid. He didn’t have a diaper on, but rather a white toga. His brown hair was curly all along his head with bright green eyes staring up at him. A tiny halo attached to a wire sat upon his head, and Shiro could even see big, white fluffy wings on his back.

              Quickly, Shiro knelt and the kid beamed.

              “Why hello there! Who might you be?” Shiro mocked a bow at the kid, causing him to giggle. He too tried to bow before fiddling with a tiny heart arrow in his hand.

              “I’m cupid! I’m here to spread love in your day!” The kid screeched happily. Shiro chuckled at the boy’s enthusiasm and nodded. That was when the kid smiled, before pushing his heart arrow against Shiro’s chest, where his heart was and Shiro pretended to gasp, clutching at the arrow. Of course, the little boy giggled at his dramatic actions, but that was the exact moment that Keith had decided to find his dad.

              And Keith screamed when he saw his daddy clutching an arrow to his chest, with a mini Cupid next to him.

              In less than ten seconds, a box of candy hearts was thrown at Shiro and cupid, cupid started crying, Keith was dialing 911 and a food fight had erupted from the other kids.

              It was mortifying having to explain to the fire department that showed up, that, “No there wasn’t an emergency. My son hates cupid with a passion and flipped out when he saw that I was ‘shot’ by a cupid and now there’s a sugary food fight.” Luckily, the fire department men were satisfied with some cake and were content to watch the children run around in a panic.

              And Shiro could only ask: Why me?

[diallokenyatta]

What is with this celebration of Maxine Waters as a political figure? Did she start representing the best interests of African people? Has she climbed out of the back pocket of Israel? If I had to have an "Auntie" in Congress, it would be Cynthia McKinney, not Waters. Why do we continue to celebrate people like Waters and her ilk?

Maxine is truly a tragic figure. She’s kind of a Political Pied Piper for Blacks; here’s how:MW was elected right on the cusp of the Clinton Era, Clinton had a plan to move the Democratic Party away from New Deal Social Reforms of the Post WWII Era and towards the Neo-Liberal Globalist Economics of the Post Cold War Era.  Clinton and the Democratic Leadership Council knew that since the Cold War was over, the Soviet Union Dissolved, and Capitalism had won the day, that the Western Capitalist nations didn’t have to even pretend that they gave a shit about anything anymore, they could just carve the world up and hyper-exploit everything to death, like they did prior to the Communist Revolt of 1917. This back story is important, but too vast to really get into; so, long story short: Black people were going to be the first lambs to be sacrificed on the alter of Globalization and Neo-Liberal Economics.  Were were the first to be toss out of industrial and manufacturing jobs...starting in the 70s and completed in the early 90s; then we had our communities flooded with crack by the CIA in the late 80s, then came the War on Crime in the 90s, mass incarceration, etc. All this shit converged and fully manifested by the early 90s when MW took office and Bill was elected to implement the final stages of the larger Post Cold War & Globalization agenda. (I’m glossing over so much but I can’t really cover it all, just wanted to show what the political landscape looked like when MW came on the scene.)MW consistently voted against Clinton’s Policies while being fiercely loyal to the Clinton's and the Democratic Party; even during Heelary’s run for POTUS.  MW ain’t our Auntie, she’s actually the Queen of Contradictions.  She forced the head of the CIA to come to LA to answer to the community for their involvement in the Crack Epidemic, at the same time she was rasing funds and encouraging Blacks to vote for the very party that was overseeing the CIA’s Crack trafficking.  Her whole career has played out like this. 

Her voting recorder in Congress is commendable, but it ain’t really accomplished shit for her constituents or the Black population in the US, or the Global African Community as a whole.  She’s like a political Lawn Jockey, she’s there for decorations, but she don’t really do shit. Right now she’s bulldogging for the Democrats against Trump, as she sat silent while Obama was neglecting Blacks in the US and expanding the US empire deeper into Africa and the rest of the world.  Black people love here cuz we on that “Style Over Substance” bullshit when it comes to Politics, she looks good, sounds, good, puts on a good show, but she never has been able to deliver.If MW was truly principled she would have left and denounced the Democratic Party and the Clinton's before Bill Clinton’s first term was over; but she was content to win symbolic victories, or moral victories for Blacks, while helping White Elites win military, resources, and substantive victories against the rest of humanity.  When MW started to raise in the public eye after Trump was elected..., I’m sorry, after Trump stole the election; I stated that MW was a mass incarceration, and some other things. One of her fans pointed out that she voted against the Omnibus Crime Bill and other mass incarceration policies, but the bills passed anyway, they were put forth by her party, and remained in the party, raised money for the Party, endorsed candidates for the party, so I still lump her in with her party dispute her individual vote, and will do so until she leaves & denounces the party.I can’t be a gang member, and say, “well, the drive-by my gang did that killed those children, I voted agisnst that during the gang meeting, but I was out voted, I’m still loyal to the gang, I still secure guns and ammo for my gang, but I’m not to blame for what my gang dose, cuz I cast a no vote.” LOL! SMH.But MW ain’t the only tragic New Negro Success Story, she shows us we can’t secure Liberation from the inside, we can bring resources to the struggle from the inside, but that’s about it.Cynthia McKinney is a true example of a Black Politician that put her constituents interest, the entire Black community’s interest, the interest of the Global African population interest over Party, over everything; and that’s why she was pushed out of Congress, by the Democratic Party...., and the Zionist Lobby; but that’s a whole different tragic Story.  I’ll just say she’s the best politician we’ve had since Adam Clayton Powell. 

Oh, & HBD Homie!

[the-last-centurion]

Honestly not worth your time reading, just talking to myself here.

I realized I haven’t posted the conclusion of my magical date week, nor have I updated about what happened after I left for school. So imma give a run-down of that week and now.  One more reminder that these posts are purely for me to look back on; I don’t mind others reading but know that I’m tailoring this post (and all posts in this tag) for future me. Also this week was perfect so I’m writing down as many details as I can remember.

Last time I posted I had just gone on my first date to the zoo on Monday. The next morning I drove him to work cuz it was on my way to my friend’s house and his car was in the shop. On the way there, he grabbed my hand, kissed it, and out of the blue said “Last night I had my first dream in years.” I died.

The next day we went to Filoli Gardens, then got lunch by that bookstore in Palo Alto, and went back to my house to watch more movies. We watched one all the way through, then tried to watch Anastasia, but started making out and put the movie on an indefinite hold while we meandered into my bedroom. He was generous to me, but before I could return the favor we heard the door open so we quickly made ourselves decent. I walked out of my room, but right as I opened my door I heard the front door shut and lock.... sorry Dad. Then I realized I was late for babysitting so I rushed him home and ran over to pick up the kid. We never finished Anastasia. 

I didn’t see him Thursday, and Friday we went to Pier 39, got lunch at a pizza place overlooking the water, went in an infinity mirror maze, and I took him to Mitchell’s Ice Cream on the way home. That day was when we started realizing that we seemed to have a lot of luck when we were together. There was never any traffic, and on the way to Mitchell’s I was like “There is never any parking here, we’ll probably have to drive around for 30 mins looking for a spot.” Lo and behold there was a spot open literally right in front of the store. “There’s always a huge line for ice cream, we have to take a number,” I said. But alas there were only like 5 people ahead of us, so the wait was very short (and we sat on a bench and kinda like publically-oriented cuddled while we waited). Then, we got our ice cream and were waiting to pay but nobody every helped us, until a guy comes up to us and says “I think they had me pay for yours too, enjoy!” We tried to pay him back but he just said have a wonderful day and left. We ended up joking that all this luck was due to the necklace he was wearing, and he wore it every day after that. On the car ride home we talked about our romantic histories and got everything out in the open, which was really nice. Then we watched Lilo and Stitch (he kept doing his really good Stitch impersonation), and then Prince of Egypt. Between movies we walked down to the Chinese place near my house and got takeout, and made rice at home cuz we forgot rice. It was so nice just cuddling up with him and watching movies :)

Saturday it was 5 billion degrees outside, so he came over later in the day and he taught me how to play Civ. We were going to go to a drive-in movie (hence the late start to the day), but we decided it was too hot so we went to the old Stanford Theater instead and saw Casablanca. Before that we got dinner at Asian Box, and then gelato at my favorite gelato place in Palo Alto. After the movie we went back to my dad’s house and played more Civ until late in my bunk bed, and that turned into doing other things quietly so as to not wake my dad in the other room (lol). 

Sunday I got lunch with my dad first, and then picked up Koren for the drive-in movie. We stopped by my dad’s to pick up lawn chairs, then got take-out Korean BBQ in RWC before going to Safeway for snacks and finally driving down. We were running a bit late, but, keeping with our good luck, there was no traffic on the way, very little line going in, and it happened to be free movie day so the double-feature was completely free. Also, the night before that we were originally going to go to had kinda shitty movies, but this night happened to be a double-feature of Spider-Man Homecoming and Guardians of the Galaxy 2. We found a fantastic spot, ate our dinner in the car, and put our lawn chairs out for the movie. Again our luck held as we happened to park right in front of a car with loud external speakers, so they played the audio for us to hear so we didn’t have to use my car’s stereo. During the movie we put our lawn chairs next to each other and held hands. After the first movie, we packed up the chairs and moved my seats forward so we could sit in the back seat together. We kissed a bit and I ended up cuddling with him the whole movie, sometimes just laying on his lap and we would stare at each other instead of watching the movie. It was really nice, but a little sad knowing that the next day was our last. 

Monday I picked him up around 10:30 (the usual time for us), and this time we went to my dad’s house for a little bit, and then went to my mom’s. We played Civ for a bit, and then went into my sister’s room and slightly attempted to have sex but neither of us knew what we were doing so we ended up not. We chose that time to talk about the future, and decided to keep talking but not be official cuz long-distance. We went back out into the living room and played Civ as we waited for my mom to come back from work at 5, but then it became 7 and she still wasn’t home so we stopped thinking she was coming home anytime soon. We cuddled for awhile on the couch first, then got handsy, and then I started giving him head but we were both still kinda unsure about when my mom was coming home, and of course then we hear the door unlock so we quickly cover up, he throws my bra under a pillow, and my mom comes in probably knowing she walked in on something but with no evidence so that’s something at least haha. She needed help getting a big thing of dog food out of the car, so he went and helped her while I ran into the bathroom and put my bra back on, hoping she didn’t notice. Then we all had dinner together pretending like nothing happened hahaha. After dinner we went to my dad’s for me to pack for leaving the next day, and I drove him home. To procrastinate leaving, we drove around looking for an open McDonald’s for ice cream, and the only one we found had a ton of police out front so we ended up getting a milkshake somewhere else. We sat and ate and talked in a Target parking lot, then I finally drove him home. As we were saying goodbye, he said he has something for me and he’ll be right back and that he’s leaving his back as insurance. He came back, said some nice stuff to me, and grabbed my hand and put something inside of it. I opened my hand and it was the poop emoji I kept trying to steal when we first started flirting at camp. We kissed each other goodbye and I drove home crying (first time crying over a boy woo). 

Since then, we’ve been talking pretty much every day. We don’t have too exciting of text conversations, but we Skype every so often and play Civ against each other. It’s been getting to the point where I’m almost always the one to start the text conversations, but I’m trying to not look too much into that and just let whatever happens happen. I’m coming home for a football game at Stanford in November, and he said he’d try to visit that weekend. Idk, I know this is dumb cuz we’re so long-distance, didn’t really date for a decent amount of time, and even when I’m home he still lives 3 hours away, but hey I like talking to him so I’m just gonna keep it up. Plus having brief text conversations every day or two takes very little effort, and there’s nobody else I’d possibly date, so I don’t feel like I’m making any sacrifice. I know he likes me a lot (or at least he used to), but I’m still slightly insecure that now that we’re not with each other all the time he’s getting bored of me. Granted the only reason I have this fear is cuz he usually doesn’t text first, but I also know he has this fear too even when I constantly reassure him I like talking to him, so I’m not too worried. And whenever we do Skype or whatever he seems to like talking to me. Idk, I’m trying to put as little pressure on this as possible and be happy wherever it goes. He always says he loves how “chill” me and my family are, since his family is so not, so I think he probably still overthinks everything. Oh well, live and let live.