#time to party nate style

[icewindandboringhorror]

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[apclyptc]

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN— matt and chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis— you and your friends decide to play a dirty drinking game. but with matt on your left, and chris on your right, how will you ever be able to decide who you want more?

warnings— suggestive themes, drinking, brief suggestive moment with waylon felipe (that man is FIIIIINE) use of a dirty scenario card game, ysb tril and brandon (gwhip) are in this but there’s not really anything suggestive with them (even tho they’re FIIIINE and underrated as fuck), basically the most ooc dumb shit ever, just use your utmost imagination pls lmao

foreword— i got this idea from a card game i own. it’s called kinkies get legless if anyone would like to know. voila!

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why, on god’s green earth, did you agree to this? you knew exactly what you signed up for when nate had organised a party— nothing big, just all your close friends— and revealed a card game for everyone to play.

“if anyone wants to back out now, this is your only chance.” nate chuckled when nick and madi both stepped back. he’d already explained the card game to everyone:

complete the dare written on the card, or skip the dare and take a shot. straightforward, until he gave an example of said cards.

“choose which person in the group you’re most likely to have a wet dream over.”

you laughed, but deep down you knew this was not going to end well.

after all, you were sat between matt and chris. you were close friends with the triplet brothers, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t harbour a crush for the two you were currently sandwiched in between. you’d already admitted these feelings to madi, who gave you the sound advice to choose one.

but it wasn’t that easy, was it? they were both so… great, and yet so different at the same time.

maybe you could use this opportunity to decide.

as it stood, matt was on your left, chris on your right, and waylon, another good friend of yours, directly opposite you.

nate, being the host and also the orchestrator of this hellish game, pulled a card first, and read out loud.

“give the player of the person on your left a lap dance? hell yeah!” nate exclaimed, standing from his seat and giving trilly the most dramatic lap dance of his life. everyone laughed at this, knowing nate would most likely do all of his dares.

before you knew it, it was coming up to your turn. but first, chris had to pull a card.

you prayed to every god you knew that he didn’t pull a card that involved you.

“oh my god, this game is crazy.” chris laughed, before reading out his card, “act out the doggy style position with the person to your left.”

you could die of embarrassment. this was truly a terrible, no good, awful idea. why did you agree to this?

the room was filled with ooh’s and aah’s, waiting to see if chris would take a shot instead of doing the dare. he glanced over at you, as if to say you could choose.

you shrugged nonchalantly, despite the fact you were screaming inside.

“come on, let’s get this over with.” he motioned you over with his hand, and you hesitantly stood.

you felt chris behind you, his hands moving to your waist as he pushed his hips up to yours, though he didn’t move.

immediately you laughed, and everyone else followed.

“this is literally the dumbest thing you’ve ever suggested, nate.” you shouted through everyone’s laughter.

“agreed.” chris sat back down, but not before placing a pillow over his lap.

“but it’s so funny!” nate replied.

it may have been funny, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about chris’ hips pressed up to your ass. you almost wished he moved.

regardless, it was your turn to pull a card.

“choose three… okay, what the fuck.” you covered your mouth, giggling.

“let me see,” matt leaned over to read the card and pulled a face, “choose three players you’d make a sex tape with.”

how could you even begin to answer that? why did you agree to this?

you weren’t going to skip the card, you didn’t want to be the first to do it. so you’d have to answer. and lie.

“i guess if i had to pick, i’d say tril, waylon aaaaaand… this is hard actually…. brandon.” you spoke.

the three boys dapped each other up, which made you chuckle.

“don’t get too excited, it’s never gonna happen.” you teased.

“i guess it’s my turn,” matt piped up, grabbing a card from the deck.

“oh this one’s easy, it says confess the least sexy thing someone has said to you. one time a girl asked me if she could call me nick while we were, you know…” he clicked his mouth and whistled.

“wait, what the fuck?” nick perked up from the other side of the room.

chris cackled loudly, “shit, i remember that. you told me not to tell him.”

“well, did you let her do it?” tril asked jokingly.

“that’s fucking gross! i swear to god matt you better have said no.” nick yelled, which only made chris laugh more.

“obviously i said no, you moron.”

by now, the deck of cards had gone around the room a couple of times.

waylon pulled the card, let the person opposite you sit on your face which you accepted gracefully after successfully sneaking yourself a couple of shots.

at some point you pulled the choose the players you’d most likely have a threesome with card which you chose matt and chris immediately took a shot.

nate had rank the asses of the players from best to worst, and while chris was number one, you were satisfied with your ranking at third— he placed himself second.

already it was back to chris.

“i actually don’t think i can do this one.” chris covered his eyes.

“what does it say?” you asked. you wished you didn’t.

he turned the card over to you. it read, whisper the dirtiest thing you’d do to the player on your left.

“chris, don’t be a pussy, you already skipped the last one.” nate raised his eyebrows.

“dude, i don’t care how close we are, i’m not passing you an ice cube from my mouth.” chris spoke incredulously, which made everyone chuckle, though you were too busy wondering what chris would even say to you.

“new rule, if you skipped your last card you can’t skip the next one.” nate shouted, to which chris flipped him off.

“you good with this?” chris turned to you.

“sure. it’s just a game right?” you pretended to be unfazed.

chris leaned into your ear, as everyone watched.

“if we were alone right now, i’d fill you up so deep that you’d forget how to talk.”

oh.

“what did he say– oh my god, y/n’s face has gone red!”

oh.

“damn chris, you’re looking kinda red too.”

oh.

“okay move on, please.” chris laughed it off.

but you wanted to do anything but move on, partly because you were sweating— is it hot in here?— and partly because it was your turn again.

let the person to your left give you a love bite.

you weren’t sure you could handle this game anymore. you were barely over the words chris had whispered to you, and now you were supposed to let matt give you a hickey?

and to make things worse, because of the new rule (thanks a lot, nate) you couldn’t skip your turn.

“this game is getting intense, i can’t lie.” waylon mumbled to brandon, who agreed with him excitedly.

“sorry matt, i can’t skip.” you said awkwardly.

matt quickly downed a shot, before replying, “don’t worry about it.” and moved his lips to your collarbone.

he made quick work of sucking on your skin while embarrassment waved over you.

there were a million thoughts running through your head at once but the one that stood out most was how good it felt to have matt leaving a trace of his lips on your body. you were acutely aware of the slight pain mixed with the considerable amount of pleasure that came with his bite.

after what seemed like way too long, he soothed your collarbone with a lick and parted ways with it.

“i didn’t know matt had that dog in him.” tril joked.

briefly, everyone had split into their own conversations, leaving you to your own chaotic thoughts.

but matt placed a hand on your thigh.

“you okay?” he asked you, and of course you were not.

“mhm. just didn’t think this game would be so insane.”

matt smirked ever so slightly.

“me neither. are you having fun, at least?”

“yeah, it’s pretty entertaining. are you?” you responded honestly.

matt’s thumb softly caressed your thigh while the rest of his hand squeezed lightly.

“definitely.”

how could you be expected to choose?

yet another around had gone by and it was regrettably your turn to pick a card.

you slowly picked up the card on top of the deck and read the words.

“what does it say?” matt and chris spoke in unison.

you cleared your throat, looking between the two boys on either side, then at everyone else eagerly waiting.

“go into another room with the player of your choice for ten minutes.” you sighed.

“i was hoping someone would get that card. who are you picking, y/n?” nate asked you.

you should skip this round. you should definitely skip this round. but something was telling you that this was your opportunity to finally choose which brother you wanted, just like madi told you.

the choice was too difficult.

but if you were honest, you knew who you really wanted.

so, you went with your gut.

“i pick…”

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a/n this feels so ASS but i love this idea so much so idc. the part two’s for matt and chris will be linked below once they’re written. hope u enjoyed!

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[mischievousmoony]

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⟢ james potter x fem!reader

⟢ summary: modern restaurant au; it's your first day on the job and james is your trainer . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 2.4k

⟢ warnings/tags: is profanity a tw pls lmk actually, coworker!james, coworker!marauders, accidentally wrote an anxious!reader, trying out that headcannon where remus is a bit of a hothead, only lightly grammar checking this series bc i just wanna have fun w it

⟢ the new hire masterlist ⟡ main masterlist

note: here, bc i gotta chill and write something light for once. i think this will be an ongoing fic. also im not beating the mentioning tea in ever fic allegations anytime soon how does this always happen.

“Welcome in! How many in your party?”

“Oh! No, I’m Y/N. It’s my first day.” Your fingers pitter patter nervously on the host stand.

“You’re the new waitress!” the bubbly hostess exclaims, “I’m Mary! It’s so nice to meet you. Stay right there, I’ll go get the manager.”

She disappears into the busy restaurant, leaving you rocking back and forth on your heels nervously.

Mary, you repeat the name in your mind, recalling what she looked like so that you wouldn’t forget who the name belongs to. You had a thing with learning names—you just hated forgetting them. It felt so humiliating to have to ask someone to remind you of their name. One time, you worked with someone for months and their name lived on the tip of your tongue the entire time. Luckily, they quit before it ever came up.

“There she is! Ready for day one?” The manager, Nate, greeted as he followed Mary back to the host stand.

Not in the slightest. You always hated first days, with all the pressure to make a good impression. Not to mention it’s only the start to the slow climb over the learning curve. You hold out hope that everyone will be as nice as Mary seemed, it would make today a lot easier.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you say, straightening out your black shirt. The dress code for this job was essentially the color black from head to toe. You used the lack of a formal uniform to your advantage, expressing your personal style as much as you could within the confines of business casual.

Nate clapped his hand together, “Right, first up is a tour and introductions. I have all your paperwork already, right? So, after that we’ll get you in an apron and find someone for you to shadow.”

“Sounds good,” you try sounding cheery and excited, only for you to start worrying about whether or not you sound too eager.

“So, front of house is up first. You’ve already met Mary, our lovely hostess—“

Marry wiggles her fingers at you as a playful wave while she takes a phone call, “Yes, we do takeout!”

“You don’t need to worry about the host stand, but I’ll show you the book so you can get a feel for the sections and how we operate. We’ll only give you a small group of tables at first…”

You try to commit everything Nate says to memory, wanting to do well here. You really need this job. Rent isn’t cheap, especially without roommates. And you really don’t want a roommate. Plus this place pays their servers well, so you want to be good at it. You really really need to listen to Nate if you’re gonna be good at this.

But, jeez, Nate seems like he loves to talk. He’s going on and on and on and you’re fighting back a yawn when Mary swoops in like a hero, telling Nate she needs the book back to make a reservation.

“Sure, I think you’ve got the idea of it anyway, right?” Nate asks.

You blink, “Oh, yeah. Sure do!”

Shit, you think. You totally zoned out.

“Great, let me show you to the bar,” Nate says, already walking away.

Another reason why you really want to work here was for the ambiance. It’s a contemporary place with a grungy interior, all while remaining slightly upscale for restaurants in this area. Another upside was the live music. If you’re gonna be working, at least let it be somewhere nice with good music.

“Sirius! New server’s here,” Nate interrupts the bartender who’s in the process of mixing up a cocktail. You introduce yourself with a shy smile as you study him, trying to make a permanent link between his name and face in your mind.

Sirius the bartender—mischievous gray eyes and long black hair. He wears half of it tied up in the back of his head, surly to avoid having it fall in his face while he mixes drinks.

He puts the shaker down and rolls up the sleeves of his satin black dress shirt, “Hey there, doll, y’alright? Natey not being too boring for ya?”

“Alright, back to work, Sirius.” Nate says, sounding snappy.

You follow Nate to the back of the restaurant.

“This is the kitchen—“

“Who the fuck rang in scallops? We’ve been 86 scallops all fucking day.”

“Don’t look at me! Was probably James, the bloody dolt.”

“This seems like a bad time,” Nate spins on his heels and ushers you out of the kitchen quickly, “Whoever trains you will get you acclimated to the kitchen later. That’s Remus, just so you know, head chef.”

You nod, not having anything else to say as you begin to worry everyone won’t be as nice as Mary.

You want to take a moment to commit Remus’ name to memory like you had Sirius and Mary’s, but you only caught a glimpse of him. Still, you were sure you wouldn’t forget who the name belonged to now that you’ve had such a lovely first impression.

Next, Nate takes you down a hall, past the bathrooms, to show you his office and the staff area complete with a rickety table for breaks and some lockers. In the corner are two plastic bins with fading sharpie scrawled across the front of them: CLEAN and DIRTY. Nate reaches into the “clean” bin and picks out a slate gray apron.

He hands it to you, and you try to tie it the way the server in the kitchen had it. Nate starts leading you back out into the dining room as you continue to fiddle with the ties.

As you dart around the restaurant, the “fast-paced environment” detail from the job listing is really starting to materialize, and this was only the tour.

“Right, now where are my bloody servers.” Nate mutters under his breath, “Slacking off by the host stand, of course.”

There’s two servers at the host stand: a girl with red hair hanging in two braids on either side of her face and a tall boy with glasses. They’re huddled with Mary, looking like they’re sharing hot gossip.

You and Nate make it to the host stand at the same time as the other server from the kitchen.

“Hey, team!” Nate says, but it falls on deaf ears.

“Chef’s fuckin’ pissed at you,” she says to Glasses.

“What I do!?” He asks, whipping his body out of the huddle. Mary and the red-haired girl keep talking without him.

“Thinks you rang in some scallops,” she shrugs, blowing a strand of blonde hair out of her face.

“Why would I do that? We’re 86.”

“Yeah, but I forgot,” she says nonchalantly, leaning her back against the host stand.

“And you let him think it was me!?”

“Oh yeah, obviously. Anyway, I should probably go tell my table they’re not getting their scallops.”

“Servers!” Nate interrupts loudly, finally making your four new coworkers quiet down. You feel all eyes suddenly train on you. You smile through the uncomfortable sensation of your stomach lurching.

“We have a new member joining our team today. Please give a warm welcome to Y/N.”

“Hi,” you flash a smile to the new faces in front of you.

“Welcome!” The red-haired girl returns a bright smile of her own, “I’m Lily, I love your earrings.”

“Marlene,” the blonde says plainly.

And finally—

“Hiya, Love. I’m James,” the one with glasses says coolly as he rests an elbow on the host stand. He exudes confidence, and it makes you want to shrink into yourself.

You try to study the three of them to commit names to faces.

Lily—fiery red hair, kind eyes, and a fair complexion with a sprinkling of freckles.

Marlene—you like the way her blonde hair is cut into a shag. She also kind of intimidates you, so you really want to remember her name.

James—glasses, tousled dark hair, very attractive. That last part probably wasn’t a necessary attribute to help you remember his name, but it was true. He has a tall, toned frame that would’ve made him seem intimidating if not for the way his eyes transformed into the physical embodiment of sunshine when he smiled. Were your hands getting sweaty?

“Alright, great. Introductions are done, now I need someone to be a trainer.” Nate claps his hands together, waiting for a volunteer.

“I have to go give a table bad news, so-”

Nate cuts Marlene off before she can hastily run away, “Wasn’t gonna ask you anyway.”

James is eyeing you, sizing you up it seems, when he pipes up, “I’ll do it.”

Marlene snorts. “Weren’t you saying an hour ago that Nate better not dump the-”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Marls,” James says through clenched teeth, glaring sideways at her.

You felt like quitting on the spot, thinking that you were obviously a burden on these people. Being a burden to James, specifically, felt particularly embarrassing. It had your face heating up.

“Great! Thanks James,” Nate says, “Y/N, you’re in good hands. I’ll be in the office if you need anything. The rest of you, get back to work!”

With a reluctant groan from Marlene and a “nice to meet you” from Lily, the small crowd disperses. All except for you and James.

“I’m sorry you got saddled with training me.”

“Aw man, no! Marlene was just-” James cuts himself off with a sigh, “Fine, I didn’t think I’d want to train today. But I changed my mind, so don’t feel like you’re a burden or something, alright?”

James seems pretty genuine, so you digress. Not without a joke first, though.

“Just remember you asked for it later when you get tired of me.”

“I have a feeling that’s not gonna happen,” James says, a certain playfulness dancing in his eyes.

As a new party walks into the restaurant, James leads you toward a nearby order station so that you’ll be out of the way.

“So, you’re gonna wanna forget everything Nate told you,” he says as you walk, “I’m gonna show you how we actually run this place.” He shoots a boyish smirk over his shoulder.

“That shouldn’t be very hard, I don’t think I was awake for any of it,” you admit with a chuckle.

“Ooh, I’m gonna like you!” James swings his body around when you reach the order station, “We love Nate slander here. Behind his back of course.”

“That’s worrisome,” you say, trying to find a comfortable way to lean against the terminal. You end up just standing up straight, “He seemed kind of nice.”

“You ever work in a restaurant before?” James leans toward you, looking coy, and you do your best not to shrink away from him.

“Yeah, I was a hostess.”

“You ever been friends with any of your old managers?”

You think about it for a minute, “No.”

“Exactly,” James leans back and you feel your shoulders relax at once. “He’s alright, but he’s still the boss. Plus, it’s good for server morale to have a common enemy.”

James earns a laugh from you, and he smiles brightly as if it’s the biggest honor.

“So, when do you get off?”

“I’m closing, I think.”

“Nate has you closing on your first shift? Diiiiick move.”

“He asked first and I told him I could handle it.”

“He shouldn’t have asked.” James insists, then he waves it off as if deciding what’s done is done, “That’s alright, you’ll be able to stick with me. But in light of that, I’ll make today easy for you. You can watch while I take orders, and I’ll show you how I ring them all in here,” James pats the POS terminal, “And you can help me get bread and refills out to tables mostly. I won’t make you take orders today ‘coz it’s a bit rowdy in here, but maybe if we’re sat with an easy table we’ll see how you’re feeling.”

You nod along, not having anything to say, not that you had the chance. James is a fast talker and you’re beginning to notice how full of energy he is. It’s a tad amusing, and it’s beginning to show on your face.

“What?” James asks, eyes flicking down to your growing smile.

With a slight shake of your head, you say, “You a big coffee drinker?”

“Y’know, I get that a lot,” James reaches into the underside of the order station, and pulls out a canned beverage, “But I’m partial to these.”

Your face scrunches up as James takes a sip of what you like to call battery acid in a can.

James makes a big show of acting refreshed, emitting a long sigh when the can leaves his lips, “Not your cup of tea, I take it?” James raises an eyebrow.

“My cup of tea would be actual tea. Or coffee-“

“Coffee’s any better?”

“A million times, yes.”

“I beg to differ.”

“You can’t be serious.”

James’ eyes light up like you’ve just handed him a prize, “You’re right, that’s the bartender. ‘Ave you met him?”

It takes you a moment to register what he means, and then you’re rolling your eyes, “Oh, I’m gonna hear that joke a lot from you aren’t I?”

“You’re gonna hear that joke all day from everyone, Love, it’s a house favorite.”

As you’re about to quip back, Lily squeezes between you two to ring in some food.

“James, enough flirting. Some of your tables are starting to look pissed,” she says, tapping on the screen quickly to get the order in.

“I’m not flirting,” James protests, but the wink he shoots you begs to differ.

Lily takes a break from noting modifications for a sandwich order to look at you, “James is always flirting, you’ll learn to ignore him.”

James is looking at you over her shoulder, shaking his head and swirling his index finger by the side of hers, mouthing “she’s crazy.”

As Lily resumes removing tomatoes from the order, she catches James in the act and swats his hand away, “Seriously, James, they’re starting to flag me down because they haven’t seen you in ages.”

James clutches his hand close to his chest. His eyes flit between you and Lily, a mock-horrified look on his face that communicates “see, I told you she’s crazy!”

“Who?” he asks.

“Your tables, you dunce,” Lily hisses, but there are notes of humor in her voice.

James bares his teeth as grimaces and checks his wrist for a watch that doesn’t exist, “Bollocks, look at the time. Come Y/N, I’ll show you how to turn an angry table into a happy one.”

You have to stifle a laugh as you follow James to his tables, mentally adding him to the list of reasons why you really want to work here.

[toxicroyjamie]

Rip Ted Lasso cheesy sitcom filler episodes. Roy’s 40th birthday episode where he grapples with mortality while everyone runs around trying to throw him a surprise party…Ted and Beard double date episode…flashback episode with the original actors but different haircuts…bottle episode in the locker room!!

YES LITERALLY LITERALLY LITERALLY ....

- X rated Will Kitman antics episode. Drugs. Sex. Booze. Gambling. And he shows up at work the next day looking cute as a button :)

- Team Bonding Trip to a countryside retreat of some kind goes horribly wrong. The boys end up sleeping four to a bed Charlie and the Chocolate Factory grandparents style, it pours rain the entire time, the power goes out, etc. Of course at the end they wind up having a great time and come out stronger as a team, but it's touch and go for a while because Jamie can't blowdry his hair

- Phoebe and Keeley girls' day out episode!!! Roy doesn't come up once, they talk about vampires all day in various scenic locations around London

- Anthology episode where the bus breaks down in a storm and Ted suggests they tell spooky stories while they wait for the tow truck. I know everyone hates anthology episodes but I think they're fun

(Bumbercatch's story is borderline incomprehensible and really more of a conspiracy theory about the Cars franchise than a story. Nate's story is about a guy whose dad is disappointed in the choices he's made for himself. Dani's story is about a ghost dog haunting the person who killed him by sneaking up and biting his nuts while he has his eyes closed in the shower, and it becomes increasingly clear that this is a very real fear he has about Earl. Roy's story of course is so violent and graphic that everyone is genuinely terrified, and Ted has to step in with a campy cowboy ghost story that culminates in a tense silence broken by Beard yelling out and jumpscaring everyone)

- 00s party boy Roy flashback ep (Brett Goldstein in a wig as you said. Obviously)!!!!!!! Near the end he scores some momentous goal and we see Georgie and baby Jamie in a Kent kit celebrating in front of the TV lol

[leftoverghosts]

✩ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ · won't forget my name, not today (part one)

will you cast me to the wayside? · · ─── · boyfriend!pat x girlfriend!user x pining!art

Art has been secretly in love with you since last summer, and Patrick decides now’s the time to fix that. He drags you to Art’s guest room, revealing Art’s obsession with you through a Polaroid photo. What starts as a playful moment quickly escalates when Patrick challenges you to push your boundaries, leaving you questioning how far you’re willing to go to keep him happy.

i lose control when you're not next to me · · ─── · divorced!art x f!theonewhogotaway!user

A chance reunion with Art in your hometown grocery store sparks a new connection, leading you both to question what might have been. After years apart, tentative smiles and an old promise resurface, as you and Art realize the possibility of more than just friendship. With the weight of past regrets and the pull of unfinished business, you wonder if fate has brought you back together for a second chance at love. (you are going to have to tell art your hometown, i left that open.)

my dream maker, heartbreaker · · ─── · atlanta!art x exgirlfriend!user

You supported Tashi and Art through many key moments, but missed the shift in their relationship when your best friend got hurt. Years later, you learn that Art and Tashi are engaged. When you cross paths, Art’s regret is clear, but his bitterness surfaces when he sees her with Patrick over your shoulder. (i needed angst!!)

breakin' my heart, you make a mess of me · · ─── · nepohobo!patrick x babymama!user

You're successful and proud of your life as a mother and a self-made woman, but Patrick, your ex, still clings to his unfulfilled tennis dreams. As the reality of your past choices hits, you can’t help but feel frustrated by the only failure on your record—letting him into your life at all.

moon river, wider than a mile, crossin' in style · · ─── · rookietennisplayer!pat x gn!succubus!user

Patrick Zweig accidentally summons a succubus while playing with a Ouija board, hoping for a laugh. To his shock, the demon appears, offering him a taste of the extraordinary and a night full of temptation and danger. Pat’s disbelief quickly turns to intrigue as he faces the unexpected consequences of his curiosity. (succubus bot, but pat's version!)

cradle me so i can see if i'm doomed · · ─── · stanfordtennisplayer!rafe x f!tennisplayer!user

Rafe is captivated by strength, precision, and confidence in women, qualities he sees in you. He becomes deeply protective, drawn to your drive and the way you embody his ideals. His love for you grows all-consuming, his thoughts constantly on how to shield you from harm, wanting nothing more than to be the one who keeps you safe and close. (heavily inspired by season one, episode two of euphoria, as i tweaked the speech about nate to fit tennis!rafe.)

i lost my mind, i don't mind · · ─── · stanfordtennisplayer!rafe x f!tennisplayer!user

You hadn't wanted to come to the frat party, but like most things Rafe wants, he gets. Caught up in the heat of the moment, you find yourselves dancing in the middle of the crowd. With his jealousy bubbling to the surface, Rafe warns you about the men staring, claiming they want you. Eventually, he pulls you away to the bathroom, the tension between you both growing with each step.

i hit 200 followers on c.ai, so here's another bot drop! this is part one and mostly canon-esque in story. as always, let me know what you think. xoxo. alternate universe bots will be posted tomorrow, along with the second part of obsessed!crownprince art.🍀💚

[mediocre-writerr]

hi!! i absolutely loved sparks, it was PERFECT and for sure the best maddy imagine in this app

so i would like to request a maddy x fem!reader based on style by taylor swift where maddy is "you got that long hair slicked back white tshirt" and reader is "and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt"

and reader is like, a cute sweet good girl and everyone thinks she's and angel so when she shows up dating the maddy perez everyone is shocked but they don't really care and just a looot of pda and maddy likes to keep her hands around reader waist all the time and tease her about the skirts she wear saying it is for her

well, thanks for reading and i really like your writing <3

style [maddy perez]

summary: you've always had that good girl faith, maddy perez just happens to be the opposite of that. it's the perfet combo

warnings: some explicit language, underage drinking, and allusions to smut

pairings: maddy perez x fem!reader

mediocre author's note: hey guys! this request has been sitting in my inbox for over a year now...i apologize dearly lol! but it's out now and i hope you enjoy. slowly, but surely getting through all of these requests so please be patient with me. love you all!

Whispers bounced off the lockers and classrooms in East Highland High School. Ever since Maddy Perez finally and officially moved on from Nate Jacobs, rumors have been spreading about who has captivated her heart.

“Y/N, are you going to the party tonight?” Lexi asked you as you put your books in your locker.

A laugh interrupted your answer, “Y/N? Go to a party?” Kat said as she continued to laugh, “Lexi, you’re one of the smartest people I know, but that was such a dumb question,” 

“Ha ha, very funny, but as a matter of fact, I am going to the party tonight,” you answered, shutting the locker behind you. 

“Oh my gosh, is Hell freezing over?” Kat continued to tease and you rolled your eyes playfully, “If Hell is freezing over does that mean we can finally meet your new boyfriend Maddy?” 

“Yeah, I don’t understand why you won’t just tell us! We’re your best friends!” Cassie added on as all of you made your way towards the parking lot.

Maddy just shrugged with a small smirk on her face, “It’s fun keeping you all on your toes, besides, keeping it a secret makes the sex a lot hotter,” she whispered the last sentence, shooting the group a wink, “Bye girls! I’ll see you tonight!” 

As you part ways with the other girls, you pull your phone out of your pocket: Kat and Cassie are going to lose their minds because of you. 

You watched as the three dots quickly popped up without missing a beat: And? They can keep thinking all they want, it’ll make the reveal even better. 

Very true. You replied before quickly typing up another text, You think the sex is hotter because we keep it a secret?

Our sex is always hot, baby ; ) I’ll see you at midnight xxx  A warm flush appeared on your face at the simple words, as you started your car to begin your drive home. 

You and Maddy had been dating for about four months now. What started out as a drunk hookup turned into something way more.

It was different than Maddy expected. Her expectations for relationships and love in general were washed down the drain after her toxic cycle with Nate. She always believed that she wasn’t built for a normal relationship. She always thought that she had to fight and argue for a relationship to be exciting. 

That wasn’t the case with you. Maddy tried to pick a fight with you once, but you quickly shut it down. You reassured her that she doesn’t have to prove that she is something she’s not. The Maddy you knew and were falling in love with was nothing like the girl who was dating Nate Jacobs. She was worried that it would bore her, but it didn’t. Your soft touches and reassuring words made her feel like she was falling in love with you over and over again. 

You were pulled out of your homework when your phone buzzed: I’m outside xxx 

Quietly, you tiptoed out of your room and downstairs to the backdoor, making sure to keep it unlocked so you can sneak back in after. Maddy was leaning against the passenger door as her headlights were off, causing her already dark car to seem much darker.

“Is that the Maddy Perez wearing a plain white t-shirt?” you asked, smirking as she smiled at your words.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you into her, humming in response, “I love this tight little skirt you’re wearing baby,” she said before moving to whisper in your ear, “You look so gorgeous. I am debating if I should keep you all to myself tonight,” 

You bit your lip, lifting her chin up so your eyes could meet, “That would ruin the fun tonight, don’t you think? How about we make our little appearance and then you can take me home and we’ll have our own fun?” 

“Deal,” she whispered, nipping at the sweet spot on your neck. 

Maddy opened the door for you before quickly getting into her seat to drive to McKay’s. She rested her hand on your thigh, as she drove down the suburban streets. 

Her gaze lingering on your skirt or your tight crop top. The red light illuminated on the two of you as she came to a stop. You leaned over the middle console, guiding her face to look at you. Your lips brushing over hers as you spoke, “Keep your wild eyes on the road,” Maddy let out a groan as you fell back onto the passenger seat. 

“Has anyone seen Maddy? I know she loves to be fashionably late, but she’s even later than usual,” Kat asked.

“Y/N’s not here yet either,” Lexi added on. 

You smirked to yourself as you heard them talk, “Sorry I’m late guys, I was doing homework and completely lost track of time,” 

“We were starting to think that you would pull a no show again,” Kat added on with a smirk lingering her face before her jaw dropped, “Is that Maddy?”

“In a plain white t-shirt?” Cassie chimed up equally as shocked as the brunette. 

“Oh wow. I mean I’ve seen her wear my shirts before, but this is so fucking hot,” you winked at all of them before making your way towards your girlfriend. 

Maddy smirked at you before wrapping her arms around your waist. Her lips finally meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You tugged her closer to you before smiling into it. 

“Y/N and Maddy?” Cassie breathed out.

“No fucking way,” Kat whispered.

Lexi rolled her eyes at the two, “You guys really had no idea? It was obvious,” 

You and Maddy finally pulled away as you approached your friends. Cassie and Kat still needed time to pick their jaws up from off the floor, “What happened, Kat? Close your mouth, sweetheart, you’ll catch flies,” you finally tease the girl back. 

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck?” Kat admitted, “Y/N! You’re one of those good girls that everyone always talks about. You’re with Maddy Perez?!”

“Am I not a good girl, Kat?” Maddy faked pouted. 

You chuckle, kissing her cheek softly, “Trust me Kat, Maddy is a very good girl,” you wink at her and everyone in the circle gags jokingly except for Maddy who just tightens her hand around your waist, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your neck. “Plus, you know what they say every good girl has a thing for the bad guy.” 

[letstripdotcom]

cold- matt sturniolo x fem!reader

a/n: i’ve looked at my first fic so many times that i’m starting to hate it so i’m gonna try and change up my style a little bit!

summary- due to the freezing weather, the triplets have to stay with you until the weather lets up

warnings- smutttt🤷‍♀️ kinda longgg but i rly like a good build up so bare with me

i have known nick matt and chris for as long as i can remember. our parents were best friends all throughout highschool, so growing up we spent every second together. I have a single mother, who raised me and my twin brother nate, so she always said marylou was just another parent for us.

they were there for all my birthday parties, they were there when my parents fought, they were there when i broke my leg for the first time, my first crush, every first day of school, and so much more.

nick was my all time best friend, i told him every detail about my life. he knew every one of my secrets. he knew all of my crushes, all of my fears, he was there when i got my first period, i called him after i had sex for the first time, and he was there when i cried in his arms after getting my heart shattered for the first time.

nick was basically the male version of me, so it was no surprise to him when i told him i had a crush on his triplet brother, matt. “it was obvious when you asked him to teach you how to ride a bike instead of me” he said popping candy into his mouth “nick i was like 9” i laughed. “the truth always unfolds” he says in a singy-songy voice “plus you’re the only person who laughs at his stupid jokes”

nick was right, every time matt would tell a joke it was like everything in the world was so funny. it was always like that around matt. every time i saw him it was like i had no control over my actions. i was just as close with him as i was nick and chris, but it was just different.

i discovered i had feelings for matt the summer before 8th grade. we were all at that age where you’ve just hit puberty and everything changes. we were out by the pool hanging out like the 5 of us always did when matt suddenly came up behind me, picked me up, and jumped in the water. after i got back up he made sure i was okay before laughing at me, and i laughed with him. he looked me in the eyes and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. my heart fluttered

matt had always been so sweet to me, but this summer it was different. we spent so much time together. we were attached at the hip for the rest of the summer. that was until school started back, and we didn’t have any classes together so we never had time to talk

one day a new kid came into my class and he was super cute. the teacher sat him in the empty desk next to me and we immediately hit it off. “hey i’m derek” he spoke as he sat down. “y/n!” i replied flashing him a sweet smile. we sat by eachother for the rest of the semester. one day he needed help with the work, so i gave him my number to talk to me after school. that night we stayed up on the phone for hours.

he finally asked me out on valentine’s day. i knew that deep down i still had feelings for matt, but i had to put them aside and focus fully on derek. we dated all the way from eighth grade to the middle of sophomore year. he broke up with me after the homecoming dance, and for a while i thought my world was going to end.

i left the dance early with nate and the triplets, and cried with them by my side for hours. once they went to bed, nick stayed in my room with me and i cried in his arms for hours. the next morning when i went down stairs, there was a basket of all my favorite candies, a blanket, and a card that read “i’m super sorry about the breakup. i love you so big and hope you get better soon. love, matt” i called matt and thanked him for the basket.

fast forward through sophomore and junior year, and now it’s winter break of our senior year. nick and i are still best friends, but me and matt aren’t nearly as close as we used to be. and just to clarify, winter in boston is terrible. it never gets above 20 degrees, and it occasionally gets higher than 10. right now, we were currently in the middle of a snow storm, so we were trapped inside. my days consisted of watching my favorite movies while occasionally being bothered by nate.

it was getting late, so i decided to get in the shower. i grab my usual sleep wear, a small tank top and whatever pajama shorts i have in my drawer. i was home alone, but about 20 minutes into my shower i hear ringing at my doorbell. i hurry up and get dried off and dressed, when the doorbell rings again. “coming!” i yell as i hurry down the steps

i open the door as i’m greeted by a strong gust of cold air, and my 3 favorite faces. “hey guys come in!” i said as i stepped out of the way “our pipes are entirely frozen until the ground defrosts, nate said we could stay here for a bit” nick said explaining the sudden visit. just as matt walked through the door, he leaned down close to my ear and whispered “you must be so cold in that outfit.” i looked down at ny chest, my nipples clearly hard from the cold air. fuck. i quickly ran upstairs to cover myself before coming back downstairs.

“nice hoodie” is all i hear then i look up to see matt staring at me. i look down to see the hoodie i was wearing. it was one matt gave me last winter when i didn’t have anything to wear one night at their house. i smile back at him and say “yeah i got it from this really weird kid on the side of the road once” “he must have good taste” he said matching my energy.

that was the thing about matt. i could go forever without talking to him and still feel like it had only been a day. as the three got settled on the couch. i grabbed blankets from my basket and distributed them. “aww no way you still have that!” chis said referring to my blanket. i looked at it and noticed it was the blanket matt gave me after my breakup. i know it’s old, but it’s always been my favorite blanket. i used it on every occasion, and it’s seen many tears.

as the movie started i couldn’t help but stare at matt when he wasn’t looking. the way the screen lit his face so perfectly in the dark light of the living room. then he opened up his phone and began typing. i few minutes later, i hear my phone go off.

matt: you seemed so cold earlier i’m glad my hoodie and blanket can keep you warm.

me: i’m glad too 😛🥶

matt: i almost forgot how good you looked in my hoodies.

me: matt what?

matt: you know how i feel about you.

just because you changed in 8th grade doesn’t mean i forgot about us.

i put my phone down and ran to my room. all it took was one text from matt and now i’m all hot and bothered. i sat on my bed trying to catch my breath. once i my hands stopped shaking so dramatically, i started typing up a text for nick.

before i could hit send, i heard footsteps coming up my stairs. “nick?” i said my voice obviously trembling. “sorry it’s just me” matt said entering my room. “look y/n i didn’t mean to scare you i jus-“ i cut him off my smashing my lips on to his. after a second i pulled back and immediately felt regret

“matt i’m sorry” i said “don’t apologize” before i had time to speak again he was kissing me hard. eventually the kissing turned into a very heated makeout. he sat down on the bed and i straddled him on his lap. both of us were clearly very needy. our teeth clashed and we groaned into each other’s mouths. i had my hands running through matt’s hair tugging on his brown curls.

he squeezed my ass and pulled me closer to him causing me to moan. i grinded on his lap steadily as we kissed eachother making him groan several times. his hands gripped my waist as my hands trailed up is shirt. i then ran my nails down his sides which caused matt to wince a little.

in one swift motion he let go of my waist and tugged my his hoodie off of my body, leaving me in the tiny tank top and shorts i was in earlier. “you must be freezing” he teased then stuck his hands down my top and cupped my bare breasts causing me to moan. matt saw that as ammunition and continued to massage my boobs.

“fuck matt don’t stop” i begged. i sounded so needy but i didn’t even mind. i had always wanted this moment with matt. he stopped and removed my top leaving my chest exposed. he then attached his mouth to my nipple, swirling his tongue around, then he moved to the other nipple and repeated those motions.

when he got up i ripped his shirt off then he attacked my neck leaving wet sloppy kisses. i dug my nails deep into the skin on his back which made him let out a slight whimper. he moved his hands down my body then he grabbed the waistband of my shorts. he looked at me in the eyes asking my for my permission.

“please matt” i whined almost a little too loud. he pulled my shorts down leaving me in just my panties. he lowered his head down to my waistline, leaving kisses all over. “fuck matt don’t tease” i whined. “just be patient, i’ve had to wait all my life for this” he demanded, his hoarse voice turning me on even more.

i rubbed my legs together hoping for some kind of friction. he gripped my thighs holding them still. he began to massage them as the continued to kiss my waist. the then made his way to my thighs kissing up til he reached my underwear.

he took them off tauntingly slow. the second they were off, he stuck his head between my legs and immediately latched his mouth onto my clit. i bit my lip hard trying to silence my moans. he sucked and licked and nibbled so well sending me into a euphoric state.

he started to finger me with one finger while he ate me out. my back arched so high off the bed i thought i could snap. my stomach tightened and i moaned his name “matt i’m bouta cum don’t stop! pls don’t stop!” all he did was hum, sending vibrations all up my body causing me to release.

he sat up with a corny smile on his face and looked me in the eyes. he grabbed my waist and quickly flipped me onto my stomach causing me to gasp. he lifted me so my ass was in the air “how do you wanna go about this?” he asked.

“fuck me like you mean it” i demanded, needing him right then and there. with that being said he removed his pants and his boxers in a flash, exposing his inches. i winced at the size, but i didn’t let it get to me.

“if you need me to stop just say ‘pink’ okay? it’ll be our safe word” he said. i nodded my head frantically becoming impatient.

suddenly he rammed into me at full speed causing me to almost scream, disregarding the people downstairs. he shoved my head into the pillow muffling my noises as he rammed ruthlessly into me.

this was a completely different side of matt. normally he was so sweet and gentle, but right now he was tearing me apart. not that i’m complaining. he thrusted into me with so much power i swore i could feel him up in my chest.

i screamed into the pillow and arched my back upwards causing him to get a better angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. “fuck y/n you feel so good” he moaned. my legs shook once again. i clenched around matt causing his jaw to fall open as we both came. he fucked me through our highs never losing pace.

“remeber if you wanna stop now the word is pink” he said signaling he wasn’t ready to stop, but i wasn’t either. no matter how overstimulated i was becoming, i just couldn’t get enough. “please don’t stop matt” i begged.

he flipped me on my back where he can look me into my eyes and fucked into me slowly this time taking in every detail of my face. i had tears running down my eyes, my hair was a mess, and i couldn’t control the muscles in my face. i was an absolute mess under him but i didn’t mind at all.

he thrusted into me slowly as he dropped his head in the crook of my neck. “fuckkk. just like that. oh my g-god you feel amazing. i could do this forever.” he whispered praises in my ear sending me over the edge. i bit down on my swollen lip, causing it to bleed just a little as i released.

matt smirked as he pulled out and released thick white strings of cum all over my chest. he then licked it completely clean and smiled at me. “god you’re so beautiful, i’ve wanted you to be all mine forever” he said looking in your eyes.

“god matt i’ve loved you since we were 14” i admitted. he smiled at me and kissed me sweetly “ i knew you would be mine the second i laid eyes on you” he said “matt we were infants.” i joked “that’s besides the point, y/n. be my girlfriend?” he asked. “of course dummy” i kissed him.

kissing matt was so addictive. i just couldn’t stop once i started. “okay now let’s get you cleaned up and get to bed i’m so tired” he said standing up. he then picked me up bridal style and carried me into the shower.

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AHHH THE ENDD I HOPE YALL LIKE BC I LOVED WRITING ITTTT

[mariacallous]

Democrats are charging out of their national convention with enthusiasm and determination ― and in far better shape than seemed possible just a few weeks ago, when then-presumptive nominee President Joe Biden was headed for likely defeat.

Vice President Kamala Harris has wiped out Biden’s deficit in the polls, and now holds small but discernible leads over Donald Trump in both national and swing state surveys. She’s also expanded the electoral map, putting in play states such as North Carolina that seemed lost to Democrats when Biden was leading the ticket. As of this writing, Nate Silver’s predictive model suggests Harris is a 52.8% favorite to win.

It will take a few days for pollsters to figure out whether Harris got the traditional convention bounce, pushing her support even higher, or whether she got a version of it beforehand via the burst of activity and favorable press coverage around her campaign launch.

Either way, it’s hard to look back on the week in Chicago and deem it anything but a smashing political success, from the (still reverberating) call to arms by former first lady Michelle Obama to the (still circulating) sight of Gus Walz, son of vice presidential nominee Minnesota Gov. Tim, tearfully telling the crowd “that’s my dad!”

Harris, for her part, gave what my colleague Jen Bendery’s story called the “speech of her life.” Plenty of other analysts rendered similar judgments.

With a passionate, near-flawless delivery, Harris introduced herself as the daughter of immigrants who valued virtue and hard work, promising to fight for the middle class and vowing to protect democracy. She wrapped herself metaphorically in the flag and what she thinks it represents to the nation’s non-MAGA majority. The laser focus on trying to win over swing voters was impossible to miss, in part because it was such an overriding theme all week ― whether through cultural symbolism (like having the aging veterans of Walz’s championship high school football team appear on stage) or more overt outreach (like having former House Republican Adam Kinzinger give a prime-time address).

But the appeal to the political middle had some telling substantive elements too.

Insofar as Harris and Democrats talked about policy, they focused on causes such as bringing down prescription drug prices, providing paid leave or helping families to pay for child care ― ambitions considerably more modest than the loftier, more progressive “Medicare for All” calls that dominated the last Democratic presidential campaign and to which Harris herself once pledged fealty. Harris also went out of her way to back a bipartisan immigration bill that would tighten security without creating a pathway to citizenship for undocumented immigrants already here, which is a provision progressives have frequently called essential.

The platform evolved, with party leaders scrubbing a call to end the death penalty ― quietly, until my colleague Jessica Schulberg found out about it. They also refused requests to feature a Palestinian speaker on the conflict in Gaza. That part wasn’t so quiet, or unanticipated. In fact, the prospect of protests and disruptions over Biden’s support for Israel had fueled speculation that Chicago 2024 was going to end up as tumultuous as Chicago 1968. But as HuffPost’s Daniel Marans and Jonathan Nicholson observed, the fissures never blew up into 1968-style conflicts ― not over Gaza, or any other issues for that matter. On the contrary, the Democrats seemed improbably and almost impossibly unified, with would-be progressive dissidents like Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-N.Y.) sounding downright giddy about the Harris-Walz ticket.

What explains this unified enthusiasm? Three likely reasons come to mind. One in particular has a lot to do with how the party has changed in recent years ― and what it might be able to do if Harris manages to win.

Democrats In Array

One of these likely reasons is the threat Trump poses to individual liberties, the rule of law and democracy — threats progressives feel every bit as keenly as the more moderates in the party. These threats almost certainly seem even more menacing now after so many months watching Biden struggle.

Staring into the political abyss this way has been known to focus the mind.

Another possible factor is Harris’ identity. Electing the first woman president, not to mention the first Black woman and the first Asian woman, would have obvious symbolic value. But it would also have more practical effects — namely, bringing a new perspective to the presidency and making it easier for other women, and other nonwhite politicians, to make their own way to the Oval Office.

Progressives almost by definition care about these things, enough that it can help counterbalance appeal for politicians who see the ticket as less progressive than they might like. Barack Obama in 2008 benefited from just such a dynamic, as The New York Times’ David Leonhardt pointed out on Friday: “He was more moderate than some other Democratic candidates that year, yet he still excited many progressives.”

Harris notably hasn’t talked about herself as groundbreaker, and the campaign hasn’t made that possibility a focus in the way that, say, Hillary Clinton’s did in 2016. But that’s of a piece with Harris’ broader strategy since appeals tied to race or class can alienate some of the swing voters she’s trying to win. The voters who feel otherwise, meanwhile, don’t need reminders.

This brings us to the third, and potentially most important, theory for progressive enthusiasm: Democrats have gotten an awful lot done since Biden took office. An awful lot of it consisted of initiatives or reforms progressives have long championed. And most importantly, it all happened with progressives having a big seat at the table.

The most significant and visible of these accomplishments was the clean green energy investments of the Inflation Reduction Act, which add up (arguably) to the most important climate change legislation in history, plus the law’s health care provisions, which for the first time gave the federal government leverage over the prices of some high-priced drugs in Medicare.

But the list goes beyond that, to the appointment of aggressively pro-consumer and pro-labor officials at key federal agencies, and the burst of spending during the pandemic that (whatever its real or theorized effects on inflation) drove both unemployment and child poverty down to near-record levels.

All of these feel well short of the kinds of transformations progressives would prefer with, say, enactment of “Medicare for All.” But they had, are having or will have tangible, measurable effects on people’s lives — and are examples of the kind of achievements that might be possible if Harris wins and Democrats have control of both congressional houses again.

It so happens that these are also the kinds of achievements that animate up-and-coming party leaders, even if they are not members of the progressive wing — figures like Govs. Josh Shapiro of Pennsylvania and Gretchen Whitmer of Michigan, or Sen. Raphael Warnock of Georgia. Not coincidentally, all gave Harris rousing endorsements in prime- time speeches.

But that too is part of the story about unity: The party’s “moderate” wing today feels pretty strongly about using the federal government to make people’s lives better, just as it does about protecting the freedoms Trump threatens. They may emphasize it differently — focusing more exclusively on the Inflation Reduction Act’s clean energy manufacturing jobs, for example, and a bit less on its environmental impact. They still land in the same place on policy.

Whether these good feelings would carry through enough to enact a legislative agenda is obviously a separate question and one that is very secondary to the question of whether Democrats even get that opportunity.

The presidential race is still a toss-up, or maybe even a bit worse than that for Harris if the polling now is missing Trump votes the way it did in 2016 and again in 2020. Republicans remain by most accounts a slight favorite to hold at least one house of Congress.

But Harris is coming out of Chicago on a roll, with a party behind her as she reaches out to the swing voters she needs to win. That’s a pretty good place to be.

[chiquititaosita]

Mami Mira

pairing: sanji x reader

post type: one shot (song fic)

contents: smut,established relationship, sanji falling in love with you even more, alcoholism, jealousy, suggestive, fluff, latina reader in mind, but this can be applied to all ethinicties song fan fic

summary: sanji is at a club at one of the local islands the sunny had docked, you both go and have fun, and here he is just admiring you dancing, that is until someone pulls you aside, and your man gets jealous, he takes matters into his own hands.

alexa play mami mira by mr capone-e, mr.criminal ,nate dogg

It’s around 9:30 p.m., almost ten on a Friday night. You all needed a break. It was decided by the captain to go out and dance. There you are getting ready, wearing a black y2k top, blue flare pants with rinestones that enhances your features and wearing your hair in a half-up, half-down style. Of course, your makeup looks amazing. shoes that were comfortable yet looking like a rare treasure.

You walked out of your quarters, exiting the hallway out of the girls' quarters, heading out on the main deck of the sunny. here you see your tall handsome blonde boyfriend ‘flying’ towards you “y/n chwan!!!!!!!!” you could hear the admiration in his voice as he’s admiring his beautiful meroline. “hi amor,” you smiled with a slight blush appearing on you complexion. he asked you to twirl before giving you a kiss on the cheek. there he just kept hyping you up and admiring how such of a ethereal being you are.

“you look so beautiful, as always.” he kisses the top of your head, holding your hands. y’all were visiting for a few moments until you heard a cough, from a certain red head. “ahem, I hope to not interrupt you love birds but we have a party to get to!” Nami walked out of the ship onto the dock, wearing a green backless cut out crisscross halter top and body con skirt. she wore some strapped heel pumps that had more of a grip rather than a normal heel.

“right sorry about that.” you laughed lightly walking out holding sanjis hand. “my darling…shall we ?” you nodded looking into his eyes as he loosened his tie just a teeny bit, walking with him “we shall.”

you wanna hang with big dogg and criminal, it’s in your eyes don’t give us love.

The club that luffy said y’all were supposed to be at was supposed to have big lights, and everything. you just hoped they had good music to dance to. you planned to not drink as much. mostly because the smell of alcohol is a bit overwhelming.

you saw the lights changed from different colors. Red to blue, blue to white. White to pink, pink to orange. it wasn’t at a fast speed, more at a slow pace. you felt relaxed, as your blonde boyfriend lightly traced circles on your skin. y’all were sitting down in a table where everyone in the crew placed their stuff.

The both of y’all had been a bit distant lately, due to the fact he’s been working a lot more, than fighting the marines out of nowhere. y’all haven’t spent anytime together recently. you just hoped you two will have a good time and for things to settle down.

“My love are you alright??” he whispered into your ear, when the music started getting a little bit loud. You shrugged. “Somewhat, im a bit thirsty.” You replied back to him with a slight blush kissing his lips, you were just a little tipsy. Not as tipsy as if you passed your limit. tipsy to the point where you still are aware of your surroundings. “I’ll go get you some water at the bar, let me know if you’re gonna be leaving the table.” He smiled and kissed your lips once more “I will I love you.” Just as you were about to say it. He left faster than the speed of light.

It's in your eyes you wanna give us some.

“Y/n! what are you doing sitting here all alone come dance with us! they’re gonna play our song.” you hear nami and robin walk towards you, as you were a bit slumped. “you barely get to have fun with us girls you know y/n chan.” Robin pat your head. you sighed as you got up from your seat. “Alright let me go find sanji and tell him.” You heard nami and robin whooop and cheer as they took a few more shots. you couldn’t help it THEYRE your best friends, your home girls.

They were so relived that you and sanji got together it was so adorable because they were like ‘PLEASE TAKE HIM! We’ve been suffering for so long!’ there you saw your boyfriend talking to another person, you suppose they were the bartender. “Sanji!” you yelled his name! he heard to the melodic voice of yours. His dark eyes saw you, gesturing to go with nami and robin and he mouthed “I love you! I’ll be there soon!” he blew a kiss at your direction as you rolled your eyes taking the kiss placing it to your chest.

Walking to the direction of nami and robin. there you robin and nami are dancing, you were just so content, relaxed. In all honesty you just missed him. He’s not dumb, he’s actually very observant.

he scanned to find you as he adjusted himself, there he saw you. He sees you moving your hips grinding on your best friends, shaking ass looking like a baddie as usual. He’s blushing madly than ever. That is until he feels something hard between his thighs. How he wants to take you in his arms. have you scratching his back, as he thrusts into you. it’s true he does miss you, he can’t help but blame himself for not spending enough of time with you. so there he goes in this thoughts.

That is until one particular person, tapped you on your shoulder. he had a dickies shirt on, some nice pants on, with a white tank top underneath and a chain on. he asked you if you wanted to dance with him, you were looking at your curly brow novio.

the male figure looked at your boyfriend, then at you. sanji looks at him, and groans in frustration now that he’s soft. he got out of his seat, taking out his cigarette putting it out on the ash tray on the table. walking behind you biting his bottom lip.

mami mira.

Sanji tapped behind your shoulder, hugging your waist stroking your hips up and down, glared at the male figure “thank you for keeping my lovely lady company, but her prince is here now.” he gave a deadly glare to the male, as he walked off. you sighed in relief looking at him, walking with him to the table, to sit down. you being the girl you are decided to sit on his lap.

you’re such a fine and such a sexy mamacita

“my hero.” you turned around as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him while you’re sitting on his lap. as he pulls you close to him. “i haven’t been feeling like one..” he talks to you as he rubs his smooth, and structured hands behind your back, and hips to keep you from not falling.”

Been on my mind girl since the first time that I seen ya'

“por que? talk to me.” you smile at him, there you go again, you look at him with those beautiful eyes that have a hint of sparkle inside. he can’t help but to feel guilty for not protecting his princess. not even spending time with his princess. the maiden he wants to wake up from an eternal slumber. Your eyes was one of the first things he noticed

“I feel bad for not spending enough time with you, Mon amour.”

“Seeing that guy trying to make a move on you made me sick to my stomach.” He puffed out his cigarette, and looked back at you. “and i don’t even get sick.”

“I guess I just feel bad because. I’m so used to being around you all the time and I’m afraid you’ll leave me .” you sigh and kiss him lightly on his lips. letting go as y’all touch foreheads.

if you were my girl I would never ever leave ya, señorita

“Don’t feel bad, it happens sometimes life gets hectic and we have to do what we gotta do. I’m just happy i have you as my boyfriend/future husband/father of our kids, so what is there to lose. And who the fuck even said I’m ever leaving?” His eyes water at the fact that you’re being so understanding with him, no seriously protect this man at all cost. because he’s not used to having much compassion since his sister helped him. You wipe his tears, and kiss where they once where as a blush appears on his cheeks once more.

“I love you sanji .”

“I love you too y/n, I’m sorry ”

You hug him and press your lips against his with passion and admiration.he even deepened the kiss, knowing it’s happening, it’s reality. As he slightly moaned into your mouth.

something about you mami

“Don’t be sorry, remember we have a long time, and you’re not going anywhere because you’re mine .” as he fell to the side of the booth chair lying down laughing as he’s ticklish when you kiss him in certain places. You get off of him and grab his hand.

I'm feeling you girl can't you see that look in my eye?

“Come dance with me, the songs almost over!” He starts running with you as you’re shaking your ass on his crotch. mans is grabbing your waist. his eyes are heart shaped, and his nose is slightly bleeding. He’ll spin you a little bit to bring you closer to him, as he grabs your hands, sucks into your neck. “forgive me my dearest y/n i have to mark whats mine.” he continues, as he hears you let out a gasp parting your mouths

something about you mami

Sanji grabs the bottom to the top of one of your breasts as he begins to grind on your ass a little bit. The sensuality and the tension is rising in the depths of your bodies. he begins to let out a shaky breath as he starts to feel his cock slightly harden once again, almost feeling like a long balloon waiting to be popped. like a long rubber band. sanjis muscular yet slender hands are tracing under your skirt already slowly dry humping onto you, having a slow pace. “Let’s take this back home Mon amour.” He whispered huskily in your ear, as you nodded. walking back to the sunny, y’all went back into your bedroom, as he kept kissing you, mumbling praises.

“Your body looks so divine..” sanji had began to ‘throw’ you onto the bed with silk beige sheets, feeling it hugging your body, you’re looking up at sanji as he loosens his tie, rolling his sleeves. God the way your punani was already about to be soaking wet, it’s very high right now. Sanji had already taken your pants off. He smelt the scents of your pants,

“Already wet for me y/n-chan…you’re good for me..don’t worry I’ll wash these..I love these on you,” he speaks in a lower tone, as his breath is gazing at your undies, watching how soaked you are. he kissed those lips down there with the clothed cunt still wet, dripping. he starts by playfully licking the nub of your clit, as he slowly began to gently yank off your soaked panties, hoist your thighs and straddle them around his neck.

“sanji….f-fuck….” You started to mewl, and cover your mouth as he began to look up at you taking your hands and placing them on his scalp. “Grab. Me.. I want to hear you..” your breath was sl

“Awe is something wrong mami???”

'n-no sir.."

"good, wouldn't want you to feel pain now would we mon ange." sanji pushed you back again hoisting your thighs together with his muscular arms and lean build. licking your labia majora, as he moans into your soft plushy cunt, he begins to add one or two fingers to thrust inside, starting off slow when his member is slowly erecting again.

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January, 2014

Who said you can’t celebrate the new year 2 days after the fact? Nobody, that’s who.

The night was young, and X was alive. A beacon of escape. A place to drown worries in alcohol and music. Where Nate could lose herself. Where she could breathe.

With Lana at her side, she made her grand entrance, dolled up, eager to forget. The lights flashed a myriad of colours, the bass throbbed through the floor and up through their feet. Nate had already taken several shots back at the house with Lana; her cheeks were flushed, her movements a bit wobbly, but her confidence was sky-high.

“Bozhe moy, Natalka, slow down!” Lana yelled over the music, watching as Nate downed another shot at the bar like it was water. 

Nate wiped the back of her mouth with her hand, grinning. “Can’t slow down! We’re here to fucking party!”

Lana laughed, glancing cautiously at the bartender. Good job they actually knew the bartender tonight…

“She givin’ ya a rough time?”

“Rough time?” Lana scoffed. “Rough time is for valley girls and businessmen. We are Russian, we live rough.”

“Beckyyy,” Nate drawled, leaning back over the bar. “Hi!”

“Are yer sure you should be drinkin’, lassie?” Becky remarked in her regular Irish twang, folding her arms.

“Are you sure you didn’t get a job here just ‘cus your daddy owns it?” Nate murmured back, but still reached out to take Becky’s hands in hers. “I love you. Have a fantastic year…”

Becky tried her best not to burst out laughing; she’d seen enough drunken foolery in her time—and not just working at the club—and seeing Nate, someone she had fond memories of training alongside, in this state made it almost impossible.

“Tequila. More tequila is needed,” Nate grinned crookedly, resting her wait on top of the bar as Becky suspiciously obliged. If there was one thing the Irish and the Russian had in common… it was how easily they took their liquor. Make no mistake, Nate was smashed. But she’d already been drinking all night as it was.

“Listen,” Becky started, sliding across a row of 6 shots to Nate and Lana, “You look like you’re on a mission, girl. Just be careful, yeah?”

Nate flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Careful is not my style, Becks. You know that.”

“Too well,” Becky muttered, shaking her head as she moved to the next customer.

Nate downed the first shot, the burn blazing a trail down her throat. She was about to reach for the second when a familiar voice grated on her nerves.

“Natalka.”

She didn’t need to look to know who it was—Borislav. He had a way of making her name sound like a curse, and she was too drunk to mask her irritation. Turning, she found him standing there with that smug look she loathed, and next to him was a guy she didn’t recognise. He can’t have been more than a few years older than Boris. He had brown hair, a cocky smile, and an air of arrogance that matched Boris down to perfection.

“Borislav,” Nate greeted flatly, the tequila dulling her already thinned patience. “What do you want?”

Boris ignored her tone, shooting that grin at her. “Just thought I would introduce you to a friend of mine.” He gestured to the guy beside him. “This is—”

“I don’t care,” Nate cut him off, not interested in the slightest. “Why are you here, Boris? Seriously. Did someone lose a bet?”

The man beside Boris chuckled, clearly amused, but Boris’ smile didn’t falter. “You are in… how you say… rare form, tonight. A few too many drinks?”

Lana tugged at Nate’s arm, trying to steer her away from the brewing confrontation. “Natalka, let’s just go dance, da? Ignorirovat’ yego.”

But Nate wasn’t having it. The alcohol fuelled her bravado, and she was itching for a fight. “Why don’t you and your boyfriend crawl back under whatever rock you came from, Boris?”

Boris’ face finally slipped, his eyes narrowing. “You are going to regret saying that to me, Natalka.”

“I already regret this entire conversation,” she shot back. She turned to Lana, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go.”

As they moved away, the guy with Boris—whose identity would remain a mystery—whispered something to Boris that Nate couldn’t hear. She didn’t care. She was done with him, with his smarmy attitude.

They pushed through the crowd towards the dancefloor again, but before they could reach it, a girl bumped into Nate, spilling a drink down her arm.

“Are you fucking serious?” Nate snapped, looking down to see if the drink had ruined her beige dress.

The girl, clearly not in the mood to apologise, scoffed. “Maybe you shouldn’t be in a club if you can’t handle your liquor. You look like a kid.”

Nate’s vision blurred with rage. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me,” the girl pursed her lips. “You clearly don’t belong here.” She grimaced at Nate’s presence as she turned to her friends. “Fuckin’ commies…”

Lana’s hand shot out, trying to pull Nate away, but it was too late. Before anyone could bat an eyelid, before she could even process what she was doing, Nate’s fist flew out in front of her. The punch landed square on the girl’s jaw, sending her reeling back into her group of friends.

Chaos erupted around them as the girl lunged back at Nate, grabbing at her hair and yanking her down. Before they knew it, they were both on the floor, grappling, screaming, throwing wild punches. Some of them landed, but a lot turned into stinging slaps. Nate even managed to throw some scratches in there at one point.

People gathered around them, shouting and goading them, but it all blurred into one anarchic mess for Nate.

“Get the fuck off me, you psycho!” the girl shrieked, but Nate was beyond reason.

It took two bouncers to pull them apart, Nate still swinging as they dragged her towards the exit. Becky watched from behind the bar as Nate and Lana were hauled out of the club.

Once outside, Nate stumbled into the wall, her head spinning, the adrenaline and alcohol crashing together in a violent wave of nausea.

“Holy shit, Nate,” Lana gasped, trying to steady her. “What the hell was that?”

Nate didn’t answer, too busy trying to keep herself upright. 

“Hey! I said leave!” one of the bouncers clapped at them, pointing down the street, where passersby on their own nights out stopped to watch the free entertainment.

“We’re going!” Lana snapped back, shooting a glare at him. “Otvali!”

“My dad is not gonna be ha—” Hiccup. “Happy about this!” Nate screamed, barely standing straight in her friend’s hold.

“Yeah, yeah, go on! Get outta here!” The bouncer huffed, waving them away. “You’re too young to be here, anyway, Volkov!”

Nate growled. Literally growled, as she readied herself to lunge at the bouncer in question. But Lana, for once, easily overpowered her and dragged her down the street.

“Let’s just go home,” Nate finally muttered in a defeated slur. “I’m done.”

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The mall was buzzing with activity, a hive of pre-holiday shoppers and the kind of forced cheer that Nate honestly found irritating. Almost as irritating as the combined scent of expensive perfume and freshly brewed coffee that radiated within the space of the sleek, modern building. 

She walked beside Katya and Alexei, her thoughts flitting and anywhere else but in the moment. Katya was chatting away, her voice its usual soft and delicate, as they approached the salon.

“I’m thinking a deep red for my nails, maybe something festive for the holidays. What do you think, Alexei?”

Alexei, with his ever-present smirk, gave a dismissive shrug. “Sure, whatever makes you happy, Katerina. Though I think black suits you better—more mysterious.” His eyes slid over to Nate, lingering in a way that made her want to spit right in his annoying face.

Clenching her fists, Nate looked back over at her sister. “Red is classy. You can never go wrong with it. Plus, it’s a gorgeous contrast with the blonde.” She reached up and loosely brushed Katya’s hair over her shoulder.

They entered the salon, an upscale place with gleaming surfaces and polished floors. Katya was instantly swept away by one of the stylists, who began fawning over how healthy her hair looked. Nate dropped onto a plush chair, feigning interest in a fashion magazine while Alexei leaned against the wall, shifting his gaze between the two sisters. It wasn’t that Nate wasn’t interested in fashion—she was—but considering the circumstances, fashion was the last thing on her mind.

“So,” Alexei drawled, his Slavic accent a low rumble, “How’s life treating you, Natalka?”

She hated when people used her full name like that, especially someone like him. “Same as always,” she replied curtly, flipping through a page of the magazine without actually reading it.

Alexei snorted, clearly unimpressed with her attempt at deflection. He was like Boris in all the wrong ways, maybe even worse, because he wore his cruelty like a badge of honour. She hated that he was around Katya, hated that he was here with them, hated most of all that he made her feel like a trapped animal at a time that should have been dedicated to sharing a special moment with her sister.

“You have been awfully quiet today. Something on your mind?”

Nate looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. “Just tired. And I’m not much of a salon person, as you may have noticed.”

He grinned, all teeth and menace. “Yeah, not exactly your scene. But it’s good that you are here. Can’t let little Katya wander off by herself, can we?”

She shot a glance toward Katya, who was blissfully unaware of the taut atmosphere between them. “She doesn’t need a babysitter.”

“Nyet,” Alexei agreed. “But you might.”

The implication in his words wasn’t lost on Nate, and it took everything in her not to snap back. Instead, she just forced a tight-lipped smile, checking the time on her phone for what felt like the hundredth time since they got here. It was almost three.

Katya’s laughter bubbled over from the styling station, breaking the tension for a moment. Nate took the opportunity to stand with a small groan, brushing her hands over her jeans. “I’m gonna go look at some laptops,” she announced.

Alexei’s eyes narrowed. “Dimitri said not to let you out of my sight.”

The casual way he mentioned her father’s orders made Nate roll her eyes impulsively. “I’m not a child. I’m going to the shop across the hall. You can still see me, it’ll be alright, I promise,” she chided, mocking his unofficial duties. “And besides,” she added, slipping her phone into her back pocket, “I’m kinda tired of being asked what I’m doing every two seconds.”

His jaw tensed, but he knew better than to push her too far in public. “Otlichno,” he relented, though his tone was anything but. “But don’t take too long. If Dimitri finds ou—”

“He won’t,” Nate cut him off, already moving toward the exit. “Keep an eye on Katya.”

She could feel Alexei’s eyes on her as she crossed the hall, her heart pounding from the thrill of having a small sliver of freedom.

She’d been counting down the minutes until this moment, her thoughts focused on what was coming rather than on Alexei’s unnerving presence. As she stepped past the threshold of the Apple store, she quickly scanned the parameters, searching for a familiar face among the customers and staff.

There she was—Lana, standing behind the Genius Bar, typing away on a spanking new iMac. Nate made her way over with a casual stride, taking a moment to look as inconspicuous as she could, pretending to size up different products until she stopped in front of her friend.

“Hey.”

Lana looked up from her work, her expression brightening as she saw Nate. “Natalka! Didn’t expect to see you here. What’s up, milyy?”

Nate glanced over her shoulder, making sure Alexei was still lurking by the entrance to the salon, distracted by his phone. She leaned in closer to Lana, lowering her voice. “I need a favour. Can I use the back entrance?”

Lana’s brows furrowed in confusion, but she didn’t hesitate. “Da, da… Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just… need to get some air without being followed, you know?”

The blonde’s expression softened in understanding, glancing over Nate’s shoulder and at the salon opposite the store. “Follow me.”

Lana led Nate through the made of displays and rows of devices, toward an unmarked door at the back of the store. She pulled out a set of keys, unlocking the door and pushing it open to reveal a narrow hallway.

“Thanks, Lana,” Nate said. “I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lana replied with a smile. “Be careful.”

Nate nodded, and proceeded to make her way down the hallway, hearing the door click shut behind her. She walked quickly, footsteps echoing off the cold, concrete walls as she approached the back entrance. The door at the end of the hall led to a small, secluded alley, far away from passersby and prying eyes. Perfect.

The alley was suffused with the faint, distant hum of traffic and the occasional clatter of a trash can, the tall buildings flanking it shielding the daylight somewhat. Emerging cautiously from the back of the Apple store, she shoved her hands in her pocks, not expecting the sun-vacant air to be so chilly. She took in her surroundings, narrowing her eyes.

Her gaze locked onto the black SUV parked near the end of the alley, the vehicle’s dark windows hiding whatever, whoever, waited inside.

She stiffened when she saw Roman leaning against the car, his broad frame unmistakable, even from a distance. Next to him stood his right-hand man, his own confidante.

She hesitated for a moment. She’d been so angry at him—still was—and she honestly contemplated turning on her heel and darting away back in the store, across the hall, and returning to Alexei and Katya. Live the life she detests, almost as much as the man in front of her.

But she was in a little too deep. Just verging on cannonballing off the shallow end, but still too far from shore to turn back.

Taking a deep breath, she walked towards him with measured steps. When she was close enough that she could see the subtle rise and fall of his chest, she stopped, and he pushed himself up from the SUV, watching her every move.

“You came.” There was something almost predatory in the way he looked at her, like he was sizing her up.

“You told me to call when I was sober,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “Here I am.”

He tilted his head to the side slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. “I didn’t expect you to actually do it.”

She crossed her arms, lifting her chin defiantly. “I’m full of surprises.”

Roman smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I can see that.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Nate could feel her pulse in her throat, each beat a reminder of how reckless this was.

“What do you want, Reigns?” she asked, her voice cutting through the silence.

He nodded to Paul, wordlessly passing over a set of keys he’d been twirling around his finger, all whilst keeping his eyes trained on her. “Get in the car.”

She immediately scoffed. “Fuck that.”

Roman sighed, nose twitching as his patience visibly thinned. “We’re not doin’ this here. Either you get in the car, or I’ll make sure Daddy knows where you’ve been today.”

She shot Paul a wary glance. He wasn’t the kind of man who made threats idly, and she had no reason to believe he wouldn’t make good on it. Still, her feet stayed rooted to the ground.

Roman caught her suspicious observation, his expression softening just a teeny tiny fraction. “I ain’t drivin’ off with you. Wise Man, here, stays here with the keys, and we talk. In private.”

He turned and opened the back door of the SUV, stepping aside to allow her in. Nate hesitated for a long moment, mentally listing off all the ways this could go wrong. But, realistically—logically—she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, not like this. Not yet. That would be… idiotic.

“Fine,” she muttered through clenched teeth, brushing past him and climbing into the backseat. “But don’t think for a second that I trust you.”

Roman looked at Paul, rolling his eyes, before he slid in beside her, shutting the door with a soft click. The interior of the SUV was warm, a stark contrast to the chill outside, and the leather seats were almost too comfortable. But Nate’s guard was up, every muscle in her body tense as she waited for him to speak.

The Samoan leaned back in his seat, resting one arm along the window, his large hand lightly holding the headrest of the passenger seat in front of him. The silence was so fucking thick, so very charged with the weight of mutual disdain.

“So,” Roman began. “Why do you hate your dad so much?”

Nate’s breath caught in her throat, the question hitting her like a punch to the gut. She hadn’t expected him to come right out and ask, hadn’t expected him to cut straight to the heart of it. Her chest tightened as the countless answers to his question crept up her throat.

“That’s none of your business,” was all she managed to utter. But he didn’t even shift at her answer. Only remained steady, once again studying her demeanour.

“You made it my business when you let it slip at X. I wanna know why.”

Once again, she crossed her arms over her chest, looking ahead of her. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about Dimitri—especially not with him. But the way he watched her, as if he could see right through her, made it hard to keep her defences up.

“Why do you care?” she asked without looking at him.

“Because you didn’t just let it slip. You wanted me to know.”

Her jaw clenched. “I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did,” he interrupted sharply. “You coulda kept your mouth shut, but you didn’t. You wanted me to know, even if you didn’t realise it at the time.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” she laughed bitterly with a shake of her head.

Roman didn’t flinch. “Maybe not. But I know what it’s like to hate someone who’s supposed to be on your side.”

Gnawing at her lip, Nate just shook her head. This wasn’t exactly the conversation she had anticipated. Perhaps if she deterred the conversation… 

“I, uh… Thought about what you said, you know,” she started, clearing her throat. She was yet to look back at him as she spoke. “At the auction.”

Roman didn’t really appreciate the diversion, but if it meant she gave him the information he wanted in the end, then he was more than willing to sit there and deal with the long-game.

“I know that we didn’t take that shipment… And I really did think it was you, because who else could it have been, right?” She sighed. “But… if you had taken it. If you had killed Priest…” She finally turned her head to look him in the eye. It was now her turn to study him. “I don’t know—I just don’t think you’d give me your number and I definitely don’t think you’d be sat in this car with me behind a fucking Apple store.”

It pained her to have to give him the benefit of the doubt, no matter how sensical it seemed. But ultimately, whether she liked it or not, Roman wouldn’t have been so persistent if The Bloodline had, in fact, stolen the shipment and assassinated Damian Priest. It just didn’t make any sense to her.

They continued to stare at each other, scoping each other out. Trying to fish out any hint of deception. Roman definitely wasn’t going to break the gaze; that would be a foolish act of weakness. And Roman was far from that. So Nate blinked once, inhaling deeply, before she proceeded.

“He’s controlling,” she said finally, the words slipping out before she could really process them. “He thinks he owns me.”

She tried to be as careful as she could with her words, knowing that the implications of what she was currently doing were severe if they were to ever circle back to Dimitri. But at this point, what was worse? Telling his enemy that his own daughter hates him, and subsequently being banished, possibly even murdered? Or living the Volkov life the way she was expected to?

Honestly, Nate couldn’t even answer that anymore.

Roman raised an eyebrow, but didn’t interrupt her. He just waited, letting her talk as much as she wanted to. Ideally, she’d spill her guts to him, give him everything he needed.

“Always makes decisions for me,” she mumbled, looking away. “Who I can see, where I can go, what I can do. And now–” her breath caught in her throat, “And now, he’s just…” She contemplated telling Roman about the marriage, but decided against it, that it wasn’t important, and not something he needed to know about. Besides, she wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew; everyone else seemed to.

They just didn’t know the extent of it.

All throughout, Roman’s expression didn’t change. Yet, there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something Nate couldn’t quite place. Somewhere between confusion and… consideration.

“And you thought speakin’ to me at the club, tellin’ me you hate him is gon’ change that?”

“I was drunk!”

“It don’t matter if you were drunk, Princess, you still told me.”

Nate let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head as she accepted his point, as much as she wanted to slap the raised eyebrow off his face. “I don’t know what I was thinking, to be completely honest with you. Maybe I just wanted to see if you were as much of a bastard as my dad is.”

Roman’s lips twitched slightly, almost like he was amused by her defiance. “And? What’s the verdict?”

She met his eyes, her own burning with acrimony. “You’re worse.”

For a moment, he remained silent. Burning a hole through her with his intense stare. Then, to her surprise, a low, rough sound fell from his lips—he chuckled.

“I can live with that,” he said, voice tinged with amusement. “But if you think I’m just gon’ stand by and let you and your family play whatever game you’re tryna play with my family, you’re wrong.”

Nate’s anger flared up again, temper rising. “I’m not playing a fucking game!”

“Aren’t you?” Roman leaned in closer, his eyes darkening. “You called me, you came here, you got in this car. You’re not as innocent as you want me to believe, Prin–”

“Okay, first of all,” Nate held up a finger, straightening her posture and raising her voice, turning so her back was to the door so she could look this fucker head-on. “I have a fucking name. Use it. Secondly, I hardly got in the car willingly. You threatened me!”

“Yet, you’re still here. You’re free to leave, sweetheart, the doors ain’t locked.”

She hated how he always seemed to have the upper hand in these conversations, how he could make her feel so small, so unsure of herself. But her doubt was something she would never let this man see. She huffed and sat back with her arms crossed.

“I’m not trying to prove anything to you,” she grumbled. “If anything, I want nothing to do with you. But I got myself in this situation, whether I like it or not. So, I’m gonna ask you… what now? I came here, I told you what you wanted to know, what else do you want from me? Or can I go?”

Roman scoffed himself, shaking his head. “Oh, I can talk now?”

“I’m not playing games here, Reigns, I will walk my arse back into that shop and never talk to you again.”

“A’ight, chill…”

Chill… Fucking chill?! What a cocky motherfucker…

“There’s one thing you need to understand here,” Nate squinted at him. “I swear upon the grave of my mother… that we had nothing to do with that shipment being taken, or the murder of Damian Priest. You still seem to be so convinced that we did. I am no use to you in that regard…” she trailed off, her hand resting on the door handle. “I don’t know who took it. I wasn’t there, I don’t even know what happened.”

“But what I do know,” she leaned forward, hooking her fingers on the handle as she did, to keep her stable. “Is that some bastard fucked us both over,” her voice turned somewhat menacing, and she gritted her teeth. “And if there’s one thing I don’t like… is being fucked over. But… and I hate that I am saying this right now—I really don’t believe that The Bloodline took that shipment.”

Matching her energy, Roman leaned forward himself, narrowing his brows as he took in her features. You could really appreciate her beauty in the daylight, and he wasn’t expecting to be so intrigued by the unique shade of her eyes.

“Damn, look who done changed her tune,” he teased with a small murmur and a wicked smirk.

“Ugh,” Nate grimaced, pulling away. “Anyway, you got what you wanted—can I fucking go now?”

Remaining in the same position, Roman just gestured to the door, the smirk still present on his face. “Don’t hesitate to call again if you, uh,” his eyes raked over her form as she got out the car, his gaze lingering on her backside longer than intended. “If you need anythin’.”

“Please,” Nate sighed, mirroring his smirk. “You couldn’t handle me, bol’shoy chelovek.” And with that, she slammed the door shut.

Shit, I dunno what that means, but it sounded good…

Roman stepped out of the car, watching Nate as she walked away and disappeared back into the store. He didn’t move, didn’t say anything, even as Paul approached with the keys in hand.

“Is she going to be a problem, Sir?” Paul asked quietly, glancing back at the spot where Nate had just been.

Roman’s gaze remained fixed on the empty alley. “Wise Man…” he huffed, laying a hand on his special counsel’s shoulder. “She already is… but I think we got her. Just gotta give her time.”

Nate stepped out of the back entrance of the Apple store, the cool air from outside lingering on her skin as she re-entered the warmth of the mall. She quickly found Lana still behind the counter, a knowing smile on her face.

“Thanks, Lana,” she said softly, grateful for the quick exit.

“Anytime,” Lana replied, smiling as she watched Nate leave.

Nate hurried across the mall, slipping back into the salon. Alexei’s eyes narrowed as she approached.

“Where the hell were you?” he asked suspiciously. “I looked over, and you weren’t in the store.”

Nate rolled her eyes, irritation flaring back up. “Lana showed me some rare models of an iMac in the back. Can you just chill for once?” Chill. There’s that word again. Thanks, Roman, you wanker…

Alexei frowned but said nothing, clearly still apprehensive but unwilling to push further.

Nate’s eyes softened as they landed on Katya, who was just finishing up with her nails. Her little sister looked up and smiled, waving her hand over.

“How are your nails looking, Kat?” Nate asked.

Kaya beamed, holding out her hands for her big sister to see. “I went with a sort of wine red. What do you think?”

“They look amazing,” Nate replied, easing her tone entirely. She reached out to gently touch Katya’s hand. “You picked a great colour.”

Katya beamed, her eyes practically glowing. “You think so? I wasn’t sure at first, but they’re actually really pretty.”

“I love it. You got great taste.”

Leaning in, Katya lowered her voice as if sharing a secret. “I was thinking… Maybe we could go shopping after this? Just… the two of us?” she cast a quick glance over Nate’s shoulder at Alexei, who was waiting impatiently to go.

Nate chewed her lip, looking back at the man in question for a second. “I’d love that, K,” she answered her sister, still looking at Alexei, who heard the answer and visibly got more upset that he’d have to put up with the two Volkovs for longer than needed. Nate smirked, looking back at Katya. “We can go get Taco Bell as well, if you want,” she further suggested, knowing it was Katya’s favourite fast food place, and that she very rarely got to have it due to Dimitri’s dismissal of such places… nothing to do with the fact it was Mexican food… no, not at all.

Katya squealed, wrapping her arms around Nate. “Yes!” 

Nate smiled, a rare, genuine smile that she reserved only for her little sister. The world outside the salon—everything she’d been dealing with—didn’t matter at that moment. All that mattered was Katya, and the simple, pure joy she brought into Nate’s life.

Even if, as they headed for a store of Katya’s choosing, Nate was faced with a not so simple text on her burner phone, from the number she was yet to save in the name of the enemy:

Offer still stands, Princess. Call me whenever.

[deconstructthesoup]

All right, now, personal ranking of the Ratgrinders:

At the bottom---rock bottom---is Buddy. I cannot stand him already. He makes my skin crawl. I want to smack that happy little smile off of his face and keep him as far away from Bucky Applebees as possible.

Just above him is Ruben. We haven't seen much of him, but the lyrics of In Space, No One Can Hear You Dying is enough to know how sucky he is. Not as bad as Buddy, but still. Entitled, clingy eboy.

Mary Ann... well, she's got a cute style, and she can definitely pack a punch. I think I would like her more if she didn't remind me of the types of players who don't pay attention to the story. Maybe we'll see a better side of her.

Kipperlilly does give off pretentious vibes, and she's definitely that stuck-up, perfect teacher's pet, but... I dunno. I think she and Kristen should kiss. Get it outta their system. Plus, the fact that she was apparently an old PC of Brennan's (in a campaign with Nate Stevenson, no less!) and her name alluding to "Red Herring" makes me think that there's something more to her.

Ivy is definitely a little mean, but she's also hot. She's got a Garthy voice and is rocking the cool girl swag. I've got a feeling that there's something more to her (also, maybe history between her and Mazey? Maybe?)

I want to know more about Lucy. She's compelling on her own with being a frost genasi and a mysterious cleric. I need to know everything about her.

And at the very top is Oisin. I love him. He's a nerdy, hot blue dragonborn who applies physics to beer pong. He thinks that Adaine is cute and actually wanted to help her out. They can be the ace wizard power couple of all time if Oisin continues to be a good guy and leaves his shitty party members behind. If only one of the Ratgrinders gets to do a heelturn then it has to be him.

[subjectiveemoarchivist]

Glocca Morra

Glocca Morra was a Florida-born indie rock/emo band active from 2007-2015. In their time they released 2 albums, 2 splits, and a handful of EPs. The band started as a 3 piece and went through many lineups, however to my knowledge to original three stayed with the project through the end. Guitarist Nate Dionne of the band Snowing joined in 2010 for the EP Ghoul Intentions, and original member Zack Schwartz has a solo project called Spirit of the Beehive.

Favorite Releases:

1. Just Married

2. Museum Mouth EP

3. An Obscure Moon Lighting An Obscure World

Favorite Tracks:

1. Me + Genine

2. Ender All

3. Ya'll Boots Hats

4. Be Afraid

5. Kasper Hauser Lied

Glocca Morra is my personal favorite emo band, I find the blend of rock and emo guitar styles to be really fun and the songwriting is rarely disappointing. In my opinion, everything before their 2015 split is fantastic and very cohesive. Their first album Working Bones, A Health Decline features synth, unlike the rest of their discography, but their eventual style is still very recognizable. Glocca Morra's 2011 EP Ghoul Intentions strays from their usual sound a bit, but it's still worth a listen, although I don't like it as much as the rest of their pre-2015 music. Their magnum opus is undoubtedly their second album Just Married, and I would highly suggest listening to it start to finish as none of the songs miss.

Fun fact: the man on the album cover for Just Married is Andy Clarke, the person who mastered all of Glocca Morra's releases. Supposedly the photo was taken at a New Year's party at Andy's house after he arrived late, threw on a suit, and made everyone countdown again

If you want to learn their songs I highly recommend looking up Sean Colvin on YouTube, he's figured out fantastic versions of many of them by ear and has made the rest of our lives so much easier. There's also a lot of really cool early live footage of them out there.

[startwelve]

Feeling love's strange

Hellooooo Well I love the band Black Sabbath, rockers and Goddess Maddy... so I wrote this shit Hope you like!!!

Maddy Perez was accustomed to the fast-paced and party-filled life in California. But everything changed when a new boy moved to town. He was different from the others: he had a rough appearance, listened to heavy rock, and most notably, he had a motorcycle that accompanied him everywhere.

From the moment she saw him, Maddy felt a strange attraction to him. Although his defiant image contrasted with her lifestyle, she couldn't help but feel intrigued. She wanted to know him beyond appearances and discover what lay behind that facade.

At one of the famous weekend parties, Maddy attended with Cassie, Lexi, Rue, and Jules. For most of the party, Maddy danced, drank, and avoided eye contact with her ex-boyfriend Nate. At one point, a jerk on the dance floor grabbed her face and kissed her. Maddy pushed him away, slapped him, and left the crowd to go to the bathroom to fix her ruined makeup.

Maddy was looking at herself in the mirror when someone entered the bathroom. It was him. She couldn't help but glance at him, intrigued by his appearance and mysterious aura.

"¿Hello, do you mind if I join you here? This place is a bit crowded," he said, smiling slightly.

Maddy looks at him and smiles.

"Sure, go ahead. No problem." She bites her lower lip. "By the way, I've never seen you at these parties before. Are you new in town?"

"That's right. My name is Roger," he introduced himself.

"I'm Maddy."

"Lovely name, Maddy," Roger said subtly, savoring the girl's name. "I moved here recently. Came in search of a fresh start, I suppose," Roger said and shrugged.

"A fresh start, huh? Sounds interesting," Maddy said curiously as she crossed her arms. "And what specifically brought you to California?"

Roger leaned on the sink and took a cigarette from the pocket of his jeans, lit it, and took a drag, under Maddy's watchful eye.

"Freedom, I guess. I wanted to escape my old life and experience something different. Also, I like the weather here and the vibe of the city," he chuckled softly. "And, of course, the music."

"Music? What kind of music do you like?" Maddy asked interested.

"Heavy rock. It's my passion. Music has a unique way of expressing what I feel, and heavy rock makes my heart beat faster," he said with a spark of excitement in his eyes.

"I understand what you mean. Music is my escape too, but I tend to lean more towards a different style, something softer and melodic."

"So, I guess we're like polar opposites in that sense. But maybe that's what makes it interesting," Roger said with a grin.

Maddy laughed. "Yes, I suppose so." She moved a little closer to him. "But sometimes they say that opposites attract."

"That's true. And I think I might be feeling that attraction right now."

Maddy blushed slightly and nervously played with a strand of her hair.

"Oh, really? Well, I guess it could be mutual."

Roger leaned in a bit closer to her, crouching a bit to reach her height, and looked into her eyes, whispering, "Why don't we find out?"

Maddy took a deep breath and felt drawn to him.

"Maybe we should."

She leaned in, and their lips met in a passionate kiss, tasting the alcohol and tobacco on each other's lips.

The background music and noise from the party faded away as Maddy and the motorcycle boy immersed themselves in their own world, exploring the connection they had just discovered in the middle of the party.

The unexpected encounter only fueled Maddy's desire to get to know the motorcycle boy better. They started to meet casually, sharing laughs and conversations about music, life, and dreams. Although their worlds seemed opposite, they found a deep connection between them.

With time, Maddy discovered that behind his rough appearance, the boy was someone sensitive, passionate about music, and had a heart full of dreams. And he, in turn, admired Maddy's courage and authenticity, how she was different from the other girls he had met.

The End

[luminouslywriting]

Chapter 9: One Weekend Pass—The Prophecy (BoB Fanfiction)

Yesterday was the anniversary of Pearl Harbor, so that being said, have a chapter of an HBO War fic! Enjoy and as always, let me know what you think! The next update might be a little late since I have finals this week! Wish me luck!

It was a strange week for the men of Easy Company when Captain Sobel decided to allow them a weekend pass. It only happened a few times—and the times that people did have weekend passes, they tended to use them in full.  The only person who didn’t really care much for using something of the likes was Dick Winters. 

The nurses fled the camp to hit the city of Athens, nearly 50 miles away.  They’d be gone for the whole weekend.  What this meant for Winnie, who had no desire to go out and socialize or drink or gamble, was that she was on her own in Camp Toccoa. 

That being said, on the rare occasion that weekend passes were in use and Winnie found herself still at the camp, she and Dick Winters usually got together and talked books and socialized together.  Both were considerably focused more on their work and on the war effort to ever really get some leisure or down time, but that didn’t stop Nixon from teasing either one of them about it when he got the chance. 

For Winnie, she had never been the type to go to parties.  She hadn’t attended a single school dance her entirety of secondary school.  She hadn’t ever had enough time to have fun in clubs or bars—she was usually too busy working in them or singing in them to earn a steady income. 

The typical behavior displayed by soldiers that used weekend passes had no appeal to either of them. 

So here they were, a few of the only people lingering in Camp Toccoa minus the brass, sitting at a table and exchanging a few words as they worked on letters.  At the moment, Winnie was penning a letter to Nathan—who was rather poor at writing her anyhow.  The boy hardly had an attention span to begin with and he struggled to sit down and work on the simplest of school tasks. 

Winnie glanced up, gaze falling on Winters for a moment.  “Who are you writing?” 

“My mother,” Winters replied after a moment.  He spared her a glance, gaze falling on her own letter.  “And yourself?” 

“My brother, Nate.” 

“I didn’t know you had a brother.” 

“I have five,” Winnie stated evenly, signing the letter with her signature.  “All younger than me, if you can believe it.” 

At that, Winters set down his pencil for a moment, gaze locked onto her curiously.  “That makes sense to me, actually.  Five of them?” 

“Oh yeah,” Winnie replied with a small smile.  “All training to fight in the war or already fighting.” 

“Your parents must have their hands full.” 

“No parents to have hands full,” Winnie retorted. 

“Oh—I’m sorry—” 

“Don’t be,” Winnie insisted, flashing him a rare genuine smile. “It’s better for everyone this way, trust me.” She paused for a moment, considering him.  “Do you have any siblings, Dick?” 

“It’s just me.” 

“That also makes sense to me.” 

A comfortable beat of silence fell between the two of them for a moment, and the only sound that could be heard was the scrawl of their pencils against the paper.  Then Winters looked up again and considered her for a moment.  “Why don’t you ever use the weekend pass?” 

This time, Winnie didn’t glance up—her nose was solidly in a book.  “Why don’t you?” She retorted simply. 

Winters thought about it for a minute.  “I suppose I’ve never been one big on drinking.  Bars don’t really excite me.” 

“Then you’re a smarter man than most,” Winnie said, finally glancing up from her medical textbook.  “I prefer to keep myself focused on the tasks at hand.  Distractions—or relaxing, whichever you’d prefer to call it—that’s not really my style.” 

“No, I suppose it’s not,” Winters replied with a smile tugging on the edge of his lips. “Still, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not busy.” 

“Idle hands make for poor habits, don’t you know?  The men think you’re some sort of Mennonite or Amish, you know.” 

“I’m neither and you know it.” 

“That won’t stop the rumors, Dick,” Winnie retorted with a grin. “You’re just a good man and unfortunately, men—especially men in your kind of position—rarely hold onto that goodness.” 

“That’s rather cynical.” 

“Tell me something I don’t know.” 

Before Winters could retort to that particular comment, footsteps had sounded behind them and Sobel had appeared at the edge of their table, an unreadable expression on his face as he took in the two of them sitting there together. “Captain,” Winters stated evenly. 

Sobel didn’t even give him a look.  His gaze trained on Winnie, a look of disgust in his eyes as he lifted up a small bag—shoving it her way.  “I believe these are yours.  Make sure not to lose them again,” he stated in a stern tone, and then strode away. 

For a moment, all Winnie could do was just sit there with the bag in hand, unmoving and unspeaking.  Then she slipped the bag under the table, a frown covering her features.  Of course he had to return their clothes—even the officers underwent contraband and inspection checks every now and then.  He couldn’t keep hers and Eileen’s things forever.  But to do it now?  In front of Winters?   Winnie found it to be a particularly low act of cowardice. 

“What was that about?” Winters gaze locked onto Winnie steadily. 

Winnie frowned.  “Don’t worry about it.” 

Glancing back in the direction that Sobel had disappeared off to, Winters then glanced back at the bag under the table.  It was clear that there was some sort of clothing in the bag—but as to why Sobel had it, that was anyone’s guess.  Winters was baffled, to say the least.  He knew Winnie well enough to know that she was a damn good doctor and focused on one thing whilst here. 

There wouldn’t be fraternization—not with Sobel of all people.  

“Doc—Winnie,” Winters said in a slightly gentler tone.  “What was that about?” He pressed lightly. 

Winnie just pursed her lips and looked at him in annoyance. “Dick, it’s not something you need to worry about.  Just mind your business like a good little boy.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some laundry I need to get done.” 

With that, Winnie strode off with the bag in hand. 

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Winnie thought the matter was over and done with after that, seeing as how she went about the rest of her day and got her laundry done without another word from Winters about the matter.  She went to her Sunday services in Camp Toccoa and generally kept to her regular schedule.  And she figured that he would leave well enough alone. 

The fact of the matter was that Dick Winters did .  But Lewis Nixon, on the other hand, did not. 

That Monday morning at breakfast, Winnie had no sooner sat down at her usual table to eat breakfast than Nixon had sat down straight ahead from her, Winters by his side.  “Have a nice weekend?” Winnie questioned, beginning to eat her oatmeal. 

“As a matter of fact, I did,” Nixon retorted with an all too happy grin.  He leaned forward, taking a bite of his own food.  “I was having a great time with the guys until I got back and Dick here filled me in on your little situation with Sobel—whatever the hell it is.  Care to share with the rest of the group?” 

Almost immediately, a withering look was being shot in both of their directions. “I said to leave it alone and I meant it,” Winnie hissed pointedly.  “What are you?  A five year-old who needs to tattle to his gossiping friend?” 

“No,” Winters retorted immediately. “I’m a concerned friend, first and foremost.” 

“The concern isn’t warranted.” 

“I think it is,” Nixon stated in a firm tone.  “And after doing some digging, I’ve managed to gather some rumors about a little mishap with the showers a week back.  So I reiterate: care to share with the rest of the group?” 

“This isn’t an interrogation,” Winnie deadpanned. 

“No, but it doesn’t take being an Intelligence Officer to know when things are off, Doc,” Nixon retorted. 

Winnie just looked at them in annoyance. Why didn’t they seem to understand that she was a grown adult?  Older than both of them, for the damn record.  She had handled herself just fine her entire life and she certainly wasn’t going to start relying on anyone else to fight her battles for her.  That wasn’t how she worked, it wasn’t how she was raised, and it wasn’t what was going to happen.  Over her dead damn body. 

“Nix,” Winnie said in a sickly sweet tone.  “I’m a grown woman.  I can handle myself.” 

“Never said you couldn’t,” Nixon replied immediately.  “But if you’re getting harassed—” 

“Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?” 

“This isn’t a joke,” Winters cut in in a low tone. 

“I never joke,” Winnie deadpanned. 

“Then take this seriously, please—for the love of God,” Nixon demanded.  “Was he returning the clothes because he found them or because he’s the one who took them?” 

“I don’t know if either of you has noticed this,” Winnie stated pointedly.  “But my life is difficult enough here without other people getting involved in my shit.  Like I said, it’s not something you need to worry about.  I handled it—I’ll continue to handle it.” 

“So he did steal the clothes.” 

“I didn’t say that—” 

“You denying it makes me think that it’s exactly what happened,” Nixon retorted, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms.  

“You’re insufferable.” 

“And that’s an insult which makes it true,” Winters cut in. 

Winnie just let out a huff of hot air, annoyance flashing in her features.  “Like I said, I’ve got it.” 

“You do realize that we could help you, right?” 

“You do realize he’ll make your lives more of a living hell, right?” Winnie stated the obvious in her statement. 

“He’s been harassing you this entire time.  There’s obviously more that you’re not telling us—and we’re not asking you to just open up and share.  We just want to make sure that you’re okay,” Winters insisted. 

Winnie just gave a roll of her eyes.  “I’m a big girl and I tie my own shoes and everything,” she replied.  

“Anyone could have walked in on you,” Nixon pointed out. 

“But they didn’t.  Reba and Roe came to get us—they had our backs.  You worry about yourselves and us women will worry about ourselves.” 

“You really don’t get this whole friendship thing, do you?” Nixon deadpanned. 

“That’s hardly—” 

“Winnie,” Winters said, leaning forward and looking at her intently.  “We’re just trying to have your back.  Let us—so we can actually help when you need it.” 

Winnie just jutted her chin out defiantly.  “I can handle myself,” she insisted again.  “But…if it makes you feel any better—if something happens again, I will come to you both about it.  Alright?” 

“No, we want you to take it to Sink,” Nixon said, crossing his arms. 

“That’s bullshit.” 

“That’s just business.” 

“Fine.  I will go to Sink about it if it happens again,” Winnie said, giving a roll of her eyes.  “I guess in some ways, it’s good to see that chivalry ain’t totally dead yet—though I do think you both have a very misguided sense of concern over my wellbeing.” 

“That’s what friends do,” Winters insisted. 

“Call it what you will,” Winnie said, finishing up her oatmeal.  “Just trust me, alright?” 

“We do,” Nixon reassured her.  “But we’re totally friends.” 

“You’re the worst.” 

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

New Gossip Girl OCs

just updated the masterlist too, but posting a bit of information here too

(gossip girl besties I'm also very here for crossovers 👀 @the-witching-ash @manyfandomocs @ginevrastilinski-ocs @cecexwrites )

Chanel Rhodes in Got A Secret (x Tripp Vanderbilt)

Lily Van Der Woodsen’s niece / Carol Rhodes' daughter, through complicated family drama & CeCe’s interference, she comes to live with them around the debutante hall

Clara Waldorf in Scars Of Love (x Tripp Vanderbilt)

Blair's twin sister, toxic to semi-healthy Tripp ship had an affair with Tripp (he thought she was 19, she was 16, he ends things as soon as he finds out) but reconnect when she’s out of high school and begin their affair again (possible side scandal pregnancy but idk that feels like too much drama/scandal); she 100% is at a bar underage, Tripp can tell she's underage but she lies and says she's 19 because he's hot and she gives 0 fucks, they have an affair for a while until he finds out that she's actually a friend of Nate's and in high school, he ends things, they start hooking up again probably when she's 18 Maintains an image of perfection but between the divorce, her own mental health issues, whatever the fuck is going on with Tripp, and substance abuse issues, she's cracking under the pressure of everyone watching her all the time

Emerson Archibald in Heartlines

Nate's younger sister, Jenny & Eric’s age, Eric’s go-to fake girlfriend/date to things and the only person who knows he’s gay

James & Vic Locke in Oh No!

Vic is broadway & music icon and her daughter, James, is an up and coming pop starlet/broadway girlie, both very famous James just got back to New York from a tour, opening for her mom, and is going to be at Constance while she works on her next album and auditions for Broadway shows

Sawyer Archibald in Hollow Lies

Nate's half sister, The Captain had an affair and passed her off as Nate’s twin Anne won't admit that her husband had an affair so instead she claims that this girl is her daughter/she had twins, with a side of claiming that they didn't announce both at once because the girl was very sick as a newborn and they didn't wan to make an announcement in case she didn't survive (... just ripping off Aurora Anderson's backstory here)

EDIT

for organizational purposes, also adding the new plot bunny asks!

Corrine Adler in Art Deco (x Serena Van Der Woodsen)

The definition of That Bitch. Influencer before influencer culture took off, rich, hot, never misses a party unless she’s busy jetsetting to another country. Everyone wants to kiss, kill, or be her She and Serena have known each other for years, they were party girl besties before Serena went to Connecticut. No one is happier than Corrine when Serena returns, but Serena has changed and Corrine has spent a year trying not to change, and their twin flames no longer quite fit

Odette Beck in Flashing Lights ( x Blair )

Heiress, known for always having the best outfits, you can always find her on page 6 and having her style analyzed on every fashion blog, wants to work in the fashion industry but isn’t sure what specifically she wants to do bit of a spoiled princess, artistic, preppy, usually seems very put together but is known to have a wild side was always superficially besties with Blair and Serena, but she and Blair developed a much closer friendship after Serena left

Rhys Astor in National Anthem (x Blair & Serena)

Richest boy in New York; good intentions but can be out of touch with the world, has a party boy streak for sure Wants to use his money for good but not always totally aware of his privilege; very absent family, raised by nannies Plays the right sports, is in the right clubs, says the right things, knows the right people, but it was all planned and chosen for him, 0 sense of self identity Dated Blair when they were younger, the summer before high school.  Blair said I love you, he couldn’t say it back (no one had ever said it to him before, he had a bit of a freakout), Blair dumped him.  He was all set to say it to her on the first day of high school and ask for another chance, but Blair showed up dating Nate Archibald, he never fully got over her, TBD when Serena becomes part of the dynamic