#when i went out with my friend she hated her mojito so i just drank it for her and i got two whiskies for myself

[todayisafridaynight]

so actually when you said about aokis further career it like got into my mind and i was like hmm yeah what would it be! cause he's a smart dude actually becase no dumbass could do what he did (even if he WAS a dumbass actually) so he def has skill experience and education and taken into account that he's on his way to Redemption (oooh you wouldn't believe how much thoughts i had about him being slowly accepted by ichigang party and most important getting back to being good friends with ichiban himself-) we just look the other way from bleach japan and 3k plan and what not (and i hope he's also not gettin back to THAT jeez) it WAS a phase

(first thing first imagine if he'd suddenly decided to fight BJ back with ichigang like imagine some of their pool employee face when The Aoki Himself tries to sabotage their work like a little bitch he is and you were 100% he died or something)

but actually i don't think he would stray too far from what he did as aoki - maybe not on the Great Scale Of Big Politics buuut maybe a politican of a local scale? maybe he STILL would be against gray zones™ but this time he would actually help? like trying to fit these poor people into society get em citizenships and jobs? (oh everyones gonna be so damn proud you know maybe hamako can open a real restaurant wow!)

like what's the thought behind it all: i may be foolish to think this man would still want to do the good thing (while being a bit of an edgy bitch as a treat cause cmon he deserves it) but i think he does want to do good. it's just like rn he hangs out with people he tried to erase earlier and not with bj assholes and it's impossible for him to not be influenced by that. and at this point i think he could do anything like yeah boy go learn how to mix cocktails or whatever but honestly? i think he would do what he can do good and that's all this political stuff - even if it's a small scale thing at least it keeps him entertained enough to not went down another spiral about his uselessness. he's useful and he's helping that's all!

thank you for coming to my tedtalk i hope i didn't make you regret allowin aoki essays in your inbox cause maybe its gonna be like that for some time . and oh oh damn it's AN ASK UH OH WHAT DO I DO UHH what do you think about that btw cause im interested in any thought and reply essays cause its going to give me zoomies when i wake up

tbh one of the infuriating things bout aoki's actions for me was the fact he was in a position to totally grant people in the grey zones a more 'honest living' if that's what he really wanted- like as governor of tokyo he undoubtedly had enough influence to give people citizenship and etc

if he were allowed to come back and if he were to continue a political career- first off Good Luck Coming Back Champ LMAO but also yeah it'd be neat to see him use whatever power he had left for the better while not doing a pure 180 since like. aint no one changing their worldview THAT fast but at least he's trying

[yanpotatowriter]

Various yandere x normie reader p3

Previous part  | Next Part -------------------------------------| After Xavier left you took a sip of the water, a part of you hated how you could look at the window and see the outside from it, yet you could not even touch it due to the chains. With Xavier just leaving after you asked if you could be let go it made the hope of leaving this place any time soon die out rather quickly, but since Xavier left, and you doubted that he would return any time soon you decided to at least walk around the room where you could go with the chains around your legs and arms. You realized that there would be a reason for this part of the room to be more bare as you went through all the cases that already happened before you got caught in your mind and remember that a nevermore kid died out there, and if there was already a bed here then there was a chance that you were just tied to a bed where a now deceased kid slept on and the thought disturbed you. As you sat back down and drank the rest of the water you heard the doorknob turn and as you looked at the door opening you saw two unfamiliar females walking into the room. One of them had black sunglasses on her face while the other had piercing blue eyes, you felt unnerved by the two of them, only now realizing that Xavier had also multiple times had said We which probably included the two females who just walked in without a care in the world.

What you did not realize that while you were knocked out for a couple of hours the Nightshades took turn watching over you, all of them slowly getting more obsessed with every minute they spend at your side.    It had got to the point where they started to dig up old information and stalked your social media’s to get a grip on your likes and dislikes and what your personality is like, they already had a group chat before this, but that group chat basically went from casual friend business to a group chat dedicated about you and what you were doing. So when Xavier had messaged them with the fact that you were awake and the information he had got, Yoko and Divina could just not help themselves and want to see you awake for the first time.  The two girls also bringing some food as they knew that by now you would start to get hungry, and they also brought something else to drink other than water (even if it was drugged, so you would go back to sleep) You looked away after a few minutes of staring at the two girls in complete silence, it was like they were not fully prepared for you to be awake (at least in your eyes).  In reality the two girls were amazed at how you looked when you were awake, of course they disliked the obvious fear and distrust in your eyes but at least now they could see what you looked like awake, and it was very different then when you were peacefully asleep. “We thought you might be hungry, so we got some food and something else to drink besides water” Yoko said as Divina brought the plate of food towards you, you accepted it of course, you were not one to pass on free food especially when you were getting hungry due to the lack of eating. You did eat slower than usual once you actually started to eat, it was a simple dish of mashed potato’s and a steak, but you were not complaining about it as it tasted quite good actually, you did think about keeping the knife to yourself but as you were done eating the girl with shades (Yoko)  took the utensils back from you along with the now empty plate. It did disturb you that the two girls just watched you eat in silence as if you would do something if they looked away for just one second. “I don’t think we have introduced ourselves yet, my name is Divina and the girl next to me is Yoko, she's an amateur misologist who makes a killer virgin mojito maybe you can taste it one next time” Divina said with a grin on her face, she still currently had her amulet on as to not get off on the wrong foot by using her siren song on their shared obsession immediately after meeting her.   Yoko just grinned, her fangs being noticeable when she did, when Divina mentioned her skills.  The entire group had already talked about how they would handle their shared obsession after they noticed that everyone in the group had fallen hard for them, the most noticeable one was that they agreed with a punishment reward system.  So that if their obsession was obedient or at least listening to them, they would get more things, mostly stuff to decorate their side of the shared room with Xavier, but it could also be like hangouts at night when they have figured out how to sneak out their obsession and how to make their obsession unable to escape. “.....My names (y/n), I would say it's nice to meet you but….these circumstances are not ideal” You said after a while, you could have been more hostile but because you barely knew these two girls and the fact that you really don’t want to cause any more hostile arguments today you decided to hold the comments to yourself for the most part. “It will get better with time properly….It’s just that it was very unnerving for a normie to just break into nevermore with ease” Yoko said, and it was true, it was very unnerving for a normie to have broken into nevermore. However, by now they would have released who ever they had help captive after a good scare to make sure they won’t run their mouth on how to get in and to make sure they would never break into nevermore again. “Do you want something else to drink besides water? We have some cola if you want it” Divina said, giving you the glass that was filled with cola after you nodded.  When you drank you looked away from them, finding the stares of the two girls unnerving but that made you miss the smirks the two girls gave each other when you drank the glass in one go. The two girls tried to make small talk with you, like asking about your hobby’s and such, however it was getting harder and harder to answer their question.  You started to hear a consistent ringing in your ears before you started to feel faint, you tried to sit yourself up straight or at least in a different position so that you could hopefully feel better, but your limbs felt really heavy and not short after you passed out. The two girls did feel bad that they had spiked the drink they gave you, but they knew that it was just necessary to get you to stay weak physically without it being because of dehydration or malnourishment.   They cleaned up what they brought to Xavier's room before returning and watching you sleep for a while, doing homework and cuddling each other on the chairs that they had placed on your side of the room.  It would make it easier for the rest of the group to watch over you too, they got more comfortable chairs than the ones that Xavier already had in his room to begin with

[nymp21]

Never I’ve ever. (Baby danvers reader x Lena Luthor.)

Summary : you’re secretly dating Lena for two months. You haven’t told your sisters (Kara and Alex) yet because you’re quite afraid of their reaction (because Lena is older and they are quite protective around you) even if Lena is okay with it, she respects your decision to wait. One day Maggie ran into the two of you making love. You made her swear to never tell anyone. She agreed but said that you have to tell your sisters, that they would completly undertand. Tonight is the night of revelation, you’re planning to tell your sisters, you and Lena are dating but you’re too afraid. So Maggie has got a devilish plan ! She is quite a tease you know.

Warnings : Gifs are not mine. Mention of sex. 

Enjoy ;). If you want me writing prequel where Maggie surprises the reader and Lena making love, or a part two, let me know :). 

You were at the bar getting yours and Kara’s drinks and deep in your thoughts while the waiter was preparing them. You and Lena had planned to tell your sisters tonight, but you didn’t know how to bring the subject in the conversation. And you were scared of their reaction. You knew there wasn’t any reason to be, because, well they’re your sisters and you loved each others. Yet, you were sweating at the thought of it.

« So baby danvers ! » Maggie said making you jump. “Are you ready ?” 

She had a smile on her lips. Clearly she was enjoying it very much. Too much according to you. 

“No. I’m not. What if they tell Lena she is...”

“They won’t I can assure you.” She said putting a hand on your shoulder. There was a moment of silence as if she was thinking, then she spoke. “I may have an idea. Do you trust me ?” 

“Yeah ?” You wasn’t sure about that. 

Her smiled grown wide and it scared you a bit. 

“What do you have in mind ?” you said. 

“You’ll see little danvers !” She said as she returned at the table where Lena, your sisters, Winn, James and Mon El were sitting. You caught Lena’s glance at you and the smile she gave to you sent shivers in your spine and butterflies in your stomach. Yeah everything will be fine ! Then you saw Maggie winked at you and you had a bad feeling about all of this. 

“A Virgin Mojito and a Martini.” said the bartender giving to you two glasses. 

“Thank you !” 

You paid and you returned to your table. Kara welcomed you with cheers as you had her drink. 

“Thanks for the Mojito (Y/N). Even if alcool don’t really do anything to me, I must say this coktail is so delicious.”

You were about to sit between her and Alex but Maggie interrupted your move. 

“Oh (Y/N) there’s room between me and Lena.” 

You caught her wicked smile. What was on her mind ? You really started to worry. Then you sit between your almost sister in law and you secret girlfriend. Who discreetly entrelaced her fingers to yours under the table. Her soft touch was reassuring you as everyone started conversations.

“We should play a game !” Say Maggie suddenly. 

“Yeah ! Great idea !” Winn agreed. “Wich one ?”

“How about : Never I’ve ever ?”

“Are you sure about that ?” asked Alex with a frown. “I don’t really want to see my baby sister drunk after two sips.” 

“Hey !” you protested “I’m not that brittle. I can handle alcool !” 

“Yeah... Do you remember when you danced on the table last time. You only drank two beers (Y/N)” said Kara apologetically. 

And everyone in the table nodded, inclued Lena. 

“Come on you two ! She is an adult ! Let her live !” Maggie defended you and you were suprised. You found by the look of her that this was the part of her plan. “This game will prove you that your baby danvers is not a baby anymore. So who begins ? (Y/N) ?”

“Okay.” 

You thought for a moment before speaking again :

“Never I’ve ever lied to my parents.”

Everyone looked sternly at you. 

“What ?” 

“Seriously (Y//N) haven’t you got more boring question ?” said Winn. 

“Okay, okay, let me think... Never I’ve ever come home so drunk that my baby sister has to lie to my parents about me getting sick to cover me.”

“I hate you (Y/N)” Alex said drinking one sip, shoting you a furious glance and you chuckled. 

“Okay Lena your turn.” said Maggie. 

“Never i’ve ever be mad in love with someone.” 

“So cute.” Maggie commented and everyone drank. Lena caressing your hand and smiling at you. You smiled back getting her adorable message. 

Winn and Mon El went next with some question. Then it was Kara’s turn. 

“Never I’ve ever be afraid of high.” 

“That’s easy for you, you can fly !” you groaned drinking with Winn. You sister stick her tongue at you. 

“Never I’ve ever be a total baby when I am sick.” said Alex looking at you in the eyes. 

You sighed. Your sisters were really annoying tonight. 

“You guys plan to get me drunk or what ?” 

And you drank. 

“Ok, it’s my turn.” Said Maggie with the same wicked smile as ealier. “Never I ever had sex at work.”

Ok that wasn’t so bad, you thought. Then you saw Lena blush and drink one sip of her beer. Oh god. You remember now. 

“Hahaha I knew  that Lena Luthor has a thing for office sex !” said Maggie. 

Oh you have no idea you thought blushing too. 

Then you saw James drink too. 

“No way !” said Kara. “You ?!”

“Yeah... why not !” He told with a smirk. 

Then it was your turn again. 

“Never I’ve ever use my officer badge to have some free food.” you said. 

“Fair” Maggie conceed with fairplay driking her vodka.

You knew what she was planning but you’re totally in. You hasn’t be the one to suffer. You will make her regret her stupid idea. You were deeply in thought and it was Maggie’s turn again. Her Wicked smile was wide as ever. 

“Never I’ve ever call my girlfriend/boyfriend, Daddy during sex.” 

You went pale, then red. No she hadn’t dare... you watched her with disbelief and she smirked at you. Then you heard Alex groan and say. 

“Seriously baby... I didn’t need my sisters to know that” and she drank. 

And Kara made a sound of disgust.

“Totally worth the look of your face” responded Maggie but looking at you not at her girlfriend. 

She knew it of course, because when she caught you and Lena, she heard you. Oh God she promised never tell anyone. She was pure evil. You took you glass, hand trembling and face totally blushing and you drank earning silence at the table as everyone stared at you, mouth open. 

“... and I totally didn’t want to know that about my baby sister.” added Alex still in shock. 

“Me neither” murmured pale Kara. “ And I even can’t drink enough to make me forget about it.”

You were mortified and after your turn, Lena decided to avenge you. 

“Never I’ve never promising my friends that I would help themp and get to tease them at the end.” She said, looking Maggie in the eyes. 

Still, the inspector smiled and drink after murmuring that this was still totally worth it. 

A complete turn passed and then this was at Maggie again. And you knew what she was goign to say. 

“ Never I’ve ever be called daddy by my boyfriend/girlfriend during sex.” And she drank starring again at Lena who drank after her. 

“What ?!” Alex almost screamed looking between you and Lena as she seemed to understand. 

“ Oh I didn’t know you were a top Lena” Said Kara totally oblivious at the revelation. 

“Kara... you don’t understand.” Alex told her.

“What ?”

“And i’m going to ask a second question, because that’s my game and I do everything I want : Never I’ve never be, and still be, in love realtionship with someone at the table.” 

Kara, Mon El, Alex and her drank and then, Alex and her looked at you. You turn you head towards Lena. 

“Cheers ?” she said with her glass up. 

“Cheers...” you murmured and then drank with her. 

There were a silence as everyone figured out what juste happened and Maggie was smiled at you. 

“Wait... (Y/N) and Lena are together ?” realised Kara. “Like a couple ?”

Everyone nodded. 

“That’s great !” She said smiling at each of you. 

“Yeah this part is great.” Conceed Alex. “Kara... you DO realise that we’ve just learnt that our babysister and Lena had a dady kink in bed ?!”

“I told you she wasn’t a baby anymore.” Said Maggie with a smile. “Job’s done little danvers.” 

“Ahd how do you know about this ?” asked Alex suspciously. 

“Well...” sarted Maggie. 

“NO !” Lena interrupted her. “You don’t want to know about it Alex.”

Kara and Alex looked at each others. 

“Well... I think i’m going to get drunk to forget about the daddy kink part, but i am happy about you two. Really. I love you (Y/N) and I’m happy you choose someone as lovely as Lena.” 

“Yeah we are.” said Kara “Cheers to the two lovebirds.” 

Everyone cheers you up and Lena kissed you tenderly. 

“I knew everything was going to be fine.” She said to you. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You answered. “And I think it’s my turn.”

You looked at Maggie. 

“Never I’ve ever used my handcuff in bed.”

“You’re dead little danvers” she said drinking again. 

“Payback is a bitch Sawyer”.  

[newobsessionweekly]

Only you 🌿

a/n: @liarliss requested it! I honestly apologise because it’s SO LONG but I liked this idea so much. Thank you!! I hope you like it! I’m so angry because I have the perfect gif for this post but I’ve went over Tumblr’s number of words so they don’t let me :((((((. And also stay safe and tuned. There are more coming! Enjoy! 🌿❤️   word count: 2.652

Arón Piper x reader🌿

The bed is empty againg for the third night this week. You miss him, you miss his touch, you miss his kisses. You miss all the moments you had together. The trip you took together to Ibiza for your three year anniversary seemed like it happened a century ago. You didn’t even had dinner together since two weeks ago. He’s the sweetest person alive, he’s smart and so talented, you find him perfect in any way. But something happened to him in the past weeks, you couldn’t tell exactly what, but he was changed. He started going out with his friends every night and coming back after you fall asleep on the couch waiting for him or even didn’t come back at all. Some mornings you wake up with a text from him telling you how sorry he was because he stayed the night at Omar or some other friend and didn’t tell you about it, instead of waking up with him beside you. You didn’t mind at first because you needed to study, but you still wanted him to come behind you and rub your back or hug you tight when it felt like everything was too much.

It was already past eight when you texted him. He never stays this late on set. You wished this wasn’t another night you had to sleep alone. You got tired and your heart hurts you so much watching him doing this. You don’t even managed to find a reason for his behaviour. It was your fault? You haven’t done anything wrong. When on the screen of your phone popped a new message, your heart trembled. But it wasn’t Arón telling you he’d be home soon. It’s Danna, your dearest friend asking you if you would want to catch up at the bar, trying to cheer you up. You‘ve met because of Arón at the premiere of Élite Season 2 and bonded a beautiful friendship. She is so sweet and funny, a caring person and so lovable. No one could ever hate her. 

“Esta bien, de acuerdo” you responded to her text and let a sigh out. What could go wrong? You can’t stand being alone in this big house. You changed  really quickly into something worthy of getting out in and left the apartament only with your phone, keys and some money. You are not planning to stay long in case Arón comes home. In the cab you recieved a message from Arón telling you he was at Miguel’s place helping him out with something. You frowned as your eyes became wetty and your chest pressed by a weight too heavy, making hard for you to breath properly. That was the last drop and the glass was full. You closed your eyes and tried to breath in and out several times in order to calm down. This night is your night and nothing could ruin it. As you approached you saw Danna and Ester chattering outside the bar, waiting for you. You blinked to make the tears disappear and put the brightest smile on your face. The girls embraced you and when you tried to enter the bar, Danna staied behind and looked at you, “You know, we always go to the same bar every time. Why wouldn't we change the location this time?” 

“What's up with you? We just got here.” you regarded her.

She asked Ester for help by looking, but you realised something is going on. You turned and looked inside the bar trying to figure it out, but your heart stopped as you saw your boyfriend there, at a table with Miguel, Omar and some other people. There are some empty beer bottles on the table along with an almost full ashtray. You swallowed the lump and shaked your head as Danna placed her hand on your shoulder. You bypassed Ester and entered the place, going through it as you made eye contact with Miguel and saw his expression changing. You sat down at the bar ordering a Mojito while Danna and Ester accompanied you.

“(y/n), what happened?”  you drank from one sip and ordered another one. 

“Nothing, let’s drink, chicas!” you could see only Arón’s back, but that was enough to make you feel like crap. 

-------

Some drinks later and too many glances at Arón, you saw him moving and coming to order maybe a new round of beers. A gem of mixed emotions formed in your stomach at the thought that you are not ready yet to confront him. He indeed ordered a new round of beers and he didn’t even noticed you. 

“Danna?” he noticed her. 

“Hola, Arón” she smiled trying to cover you, but he saw you anyway.

“(y/n)? What are you doing here?” he forced a smile, approaching you. 

You sighed, “I’m out with my friends. Or only you are allowed to do that?”

“What’s the matter with you? Joder, you are such a pain in the ass sometimes!” you couldn’t believe what was he saying. His eyes were so red and you could tell how much alcohol he consumed: a lot.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m a pain in the ass? Excuse me that I care because I had to sleep without my boyfriend three days in the last week.”  

You frogot about the people around you,“Yeah, well this is your fucking fault-”

You stopped him,“How’s this my fault?”

“You are so possessive and you never let me beath, Jesus!” Miguel approached and placed his hand on Arón’s shoulder. He has a rough facial expression and you could read only anger from his eyes. He hated you that much? You couldn’t find anywhere the sweet Arón that you fall for. Instead of him, there is this angry guy looking menacing at you. 

“Come on man, before you say something you would regret later.” Miguel didn’t looked very drunk, actually no one of Arón’s friends were as drunk as he. 

“No, the girls wants la verdad.” he shaked his head and faced you. “You know why I’m out there fucking girls every night? Because you just don’t understand my life and my needs, you’re not a public person like I am. And you will never be, because you are not good at anything! You don’t know how to make me happy anymore.” A sight heard and surprisingly it wasn’t yours. His words shocked everyone because they know how much you love eachother. Especially how much he loves you. Loved you. A tear fall down on your cheek but didn’t bother to wip it away. You were right when you said he has changed. His words stinged you in the heart, you didn’t know who is this man anymore. 

“How can you say that?” your voice is shaky. “After everything I’ve been through beside you?After all those moments I waited for you and forgave you everything? After so many times I came back?” Danna tried to grab your hand and show you she’s there for you, but you avoided her touch.

“Maybe that’s the problem, you know? You came back every fucking time. Maybe I hoped that you wouldn’t come back!” your anger pumped into your body as the breathing accelerated.  “Come on, Arón, don’t say that!” nobody really dared to say something, but Miguel knew both of you would regret all those words sooner or later. It’s so embarassing to have an argue in front of so many people. “No. Maybe you are right. Maybe I did wrong coming back, maybe I care too much and maybe I tried too much to save something that died a long time ago. Maybe I tried to ignore all the nights out and everything you did because I love you, stupid. But that’s over, as you wished.” You didn’t even bother to hide the fact that he hurted you so much and let those tears run down your cheeks. You sighed, “I can’t do this anymore.” Danna looked at you concerned as you managed to put your shit together and grabbed the stuff you had. Arón seemd to revive because of your words, but everyone were watching him like he did the biggest mistake of his life. You turned to look one more time at Arón. “And don’t worry, the apartament will be cleared until the morning when you’ll manage to come back from one of your chicks.” you laughed ironically. You left the bar under everyone’s eyes. Arón stood there still unable to do anything and watched you as you left with Danna following you closely. “(y/n), wait!” Danna attentioned. You stopped just to call a cab and get away from there. “(y/n), he’s drunk. He didn’t mean it.” “Danna, it’s done, alright? Let’s move on!”  It was two in the morning and the cab arrived quickly. You love Spain so much, Madrid was your home for more than three years, however you have nowhere to go but home. You get into the taxi with Danna never leaving your side. Staring at the bright city, you felt leaked of powers. You didn’t want to fight anymore, you had enough. As you arrived at the flat and started to grab everything from its place to stuff into the luggage, you started crying. You finally let those emotions to consume properly and Danna helped you, though she didn’t agree with any of this. She said he was just drunk and stressed, he didin’t meant any of those words. But he did, he wanted to hurt you and he succeded.  “What are you doing?”, Danna asked as you turned on the computer. “I’m printing the plane tickets. In the morning I have a flight to Italy.” you shrugged. “That’s good taking a break and visiting your parents.” she smiled with compassion. “I’m moving back home, Danna.”  ------- The morning found you in your way through the airport, leaving as soon as possible Arón’s apartament, in case he would came back. You took all of your things and gave him back all the t-shirts and hoodies you’ve been wearing through the years. The memories are haunting you, they are literally everywhere. Those moments from the night before didn’t made you love him less, but now you are afraid that you might never fall out love with him. Three years he had been your best freind, lover, brother and dad, all in one, made you feel so much love and even thinking he might be the one you end up with. Sometimes when you had dinner together, you let that crazy mind of yours to fly away and imagine you and him, one day, married and even with a kid. You ironically laughed and caught Danna’s strange look. She never left your side, take care of you, made you breakfast and hold you while crying. And there she is, beside you because she doesn’t want you to get through this alone and flights are always so emotional. You arrived an hour earlier, always being maybe too punctual. Arón used to say that you are exaggerating with the plans you made for being able to get somewhere in time. But he used to say that he loved that so much about you.  You somehow managed to find those brown curls you love so much among the hundreds of people in the waiting area.  You stopped suddenly and grab Danna’s hand, “It’s here.”   Your voice sounded strange and she raised an eyebrow at you, “Arón is here!”  “How did you recognised him through this milions of people here?” she rolled her eyes. “At least we know you are still obsessed with him.” “You are terrible!” you slapped her hand gently as she smiled devilishly. You stare at him as you approached. He was wearing black sunglasses, looking at the floor, bouncing nervously his leg. Beside him was Miguel, with a hand on his shoulder, talking. He didn’t looked like he was paying attention. You tried to pretend you didn’t saw them, but Miguel’s voice ruined your plan.  “Danna, (y/n)! What a surprize!” he smiled at you. Arón instantly searched for your sight. You avoid looking towards him because you know you would melt immediately and would forgive him.  “(y/n)...” Arón stood up and made a few steps into your direction. You didn’t move, but still avoiding him.  “Please at least listen to him. He cried all night and he’s more heartbroken than ever.” Miguel whispere to your ear and then pat your shoulder before retiring with Danna. He took a deep breath, “I’m the most stupid man in this world, (y/n). I know I’ve hurted you so much, not only now, but in the past years. But I have an explanation for the last weeks.” “Please skip the details and the numbers of girls you have made out with.” your heart broke only imagining those things.  “It was only one girl, but I don’t remember her name. That all, only one girl two weeks ago. It was stupid. I mixed drugs with alcohol and it wasn’t a good choice. When Miguel found me...” he stopped and you could see some tears running down. You cupped his cheeks and wipped them away. You gave him half of a smile, with your eyes witty as well. “When Miguel found me, I was passed out, with some girl next to me.” You were crying too, thinking of him that way made you crazy. He wasn’t cheating, he was under the influence of drugs, those things washed his brain.  “I was so angry at myself and afraid. I was more afraid because of your reaction at the fact that I tried those shitty things than you knowing I fucked a random girl. ‘Cause you know it was a big mistake that sober I would never do, right amor?”  You let a sigh out as you wipped your tears away. You couldn’t see him properly, “Why have you done those things? Why did you tell me those words last night?”  “When I came home the other day and you welcomed me with the brightest smile and told me how much you missed me though I’ve been away only one night, I felt like a monster. When you told me that day how proud you are of me, I realised what amazing woman I had beside me over the years”, he was hurting too. “You could have told me-” you started, but he stopped you right away. “No, I couldn’t. If I would have told you, you would have hated me so much. I deserve it. But I tried to fix it. The boys helped me through the past weeks, but when I saw you last night, I realised you would never forgive me. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. But I made a scene, thinking if you would maybe scream, you would make me hate you as much you hate me. But you didn’t, you showed me how perfect you are.” he tried to speak among sighs. “I don’t hate you, amor! Telling me this tings, even two weeks after, showed me how brave you are. You don’t realise, but if I were you, I wouldn’t ever have the guts to tell you. I don’t hate you and I don’t love you less than when I fall in love with you.” Before everything, you hugged so thight, like this embrace could erase the past weeks and what you’ve been through. You saw in distance Danna and Miguel looking at you smiling, and they high-fived proudly. He kissed you so sweet. You missed this. You missed his touch, his smell, his lips, his smile. You missed him terribly.   “This is the last call for the flight to Italy!“ You smiled at him as you grabbed the two tickets from your backpack,“That’s our call.” He laughed and shaked his head, “You are amazing!” You started to walk towards the gate holding hands after he kissed your forhead. 

[ironwoman18]

Garvez Moments Part 9

Chapter 9: Amor Real

After months of preparation, the wedding day was a week away. Just like in Spencer and Max's wedding, one of the Simmons daughters will be the flower girl and Luke's nephew, Peter will be the ringbearer.

They had to pick their family at the airport so they asked all their friends to help them.

"I can't believe our families decided to arrive e same day" said Penelope to JJ as they walked to the terminal where the flight California- Washington will arrive.

Luke was with Matt and Spencer waiting for the Miami one.

"My mom always hated the airplanes, in fact she went from Dallas to Miami in a bus"

"That's a normal fear especially for elder people, they don't like the idea of a flying thing. Of course not all elder people have it but it's pretty common"

"Yeah, I think knowing his son is finally getting married made her face her fears" Luke looked at Matt and his eyes watered a little. He did not believe he will be a married man in a week with a woman he felt in love slowly.

"Where are they staying?" Asked Spencer.

"My sister found a good hotel close to my apartment, they wanted to be close so we can spend more time together. I think Penelope's family will be close too but not in the same hotel"

"That's great, I'm sure you will be pretty busy with all of them" added Matt laughing.

"Oh you have no idea..." Luke smirked and the speakers announced the arrival of the flight from Miami "ok they are here" they lifted up a piece of paper that said Alvez Family.

They waited some minutes until Luke's family arrived and he introduced them to his friends and coworkers. After that a group went with Matt, other with Spencer and other with Luke and they drove to the hotel.

Meanwhile Penelope's family arrived some minutes later and they left to their hotel. Penelope's family was smaller but still needed JJ family car and her own car to go to the hotel.

After the two families did the check in, they all went to a restaurant to eat and the Garcias and the Alvez met.

They talked and have fun telling Spencer, Matt and JJ stories about them. They all laughed and enjoyed that day.

The following days were busy for the soon-to-be married couple and their family and friends.

JJ planned a girl's night as Penelope's bachelorette party and Matt planned the bachelor party for Luke.

That night before he left for the party he looked at Phil's picture on his coffee table and looked at him.

"Man... I wish you could see me getting married"

Luke and Phil were in Afghanistan on their transport after a mission.

"So what are you going to do when we return home?" Asked Phil smoking a cigarette.

"Visit my mama" he smiled at him "and you?"

"I will visit my girl" he got out a photo of a beautiful woman "have you ever thought about getting marry?"

"Honestly?" The other man nodded "never. I like my single life. I can't date someone with the kind of jobs I want to have"

Phil laughed "we will see... Because there's a crazy woman for a crazy man like you" Luke rolled his eyes but nodded.

"If someone out there want to marry me, you will be there as my best man" they highfived.

"It's a promise" Phil smiled.

Luke's eyes were full of tears as he remembers it and Roxie barked at him "I'm ok Rox. Don't worry...." He rubbed her head and cleaned his eyes then left the house to meet with his friends.

When he arrived, Matt told him he found VIP tickets for a football game. There were Penelope's brothers, his brother and brothers-in-law and his teammates.

They watched the game, drank beers and ate nachos with chilli. Then went to Rossi's house and play poker.

Meanwhile the girls drank, watched movies and ate pizza. They talked about marriage with Penelope and had a good time.

Finally the weeding day arrived. The women with the kids were fixing their hair and the men were helping getting everything ready with Rossi.

The wedding will be at his house, he will not let any other wedding to be somewhere else.

Luke changed into his suit and was nervous.

"How are you?" Asked Rossi looking at him.

"Like I'll die at any second. I'm so nervous"

"I understand that but don't worry. The moment you see her, everything will go away" he smiled "I have a present for you and Penelope. As you might know, the wedding is organized by the bride's family and the honeymoon by the groom's family but I considered you two my son and daughter so I did both" Luke was about to say something but Rossi interrupted him "I had a daughter I never had the chance be at her wedding and I'm glad Penelope accepted me to be her 'dad' now I ask you to let me give you this" he showed two tickets "I know you love adventure so I bought you and Penelope two tickets to Machu Picchu plus an airplane ride to see them from there"

"Oh my..." He held them and hugged him "thank you Dave" the old man hugged him back.

"No, thank you to make my dear Penelope happy. I met her a long time ago and I think I never saw her so happy until you arrived in her life" he looked at him "take care of her and keep making her happy" he nodded and had some tears in his eyes "now let's go! You can't be late to your wedding" they laughed and walked out.

There were everyone Matt reached him and patted his shoulder.

When everything was ready 'Heroes' by David Bowie started to play and Penelope walked out the house with David Rossi.

Luke and everyone else laughed at it but just enjoy the music as the bride walked to meet with her soon-to-be husband.

Their eyes connected as they got closer. When Rossi handed her to him he left them and the music stopped.

"Good evening. We are here to witness the union of these couple. Luke Alvez and Penelope Garcia. Now in front of your friends and family, say your vows, please" he said turning to Penelope "ladies first"

She looked at him and smiled "I know I was mean to you when we first met. My best friend just left the team and I hate changes. I felt like nothing will be the same, and it did but it wasn't bad, you and I shared moments like planning Rossi's engagement party or the arrived of baby Simmons number five" they all laughed "and I'm happy to call you mine, until the end of my days" she smiled big with some tears in her eyes.

"Penelope Garcia. Mi chica, we had a rough time at first but I kind of enjoyed. It was a nice challenge for me. I became more open around you, and at your last night as an active member of this team and right at this backyard I invited you on a date. I know my work and my responsibilities will be hard to deal with but I know you came from that world and understand it so our love is real and will last" he smiled at her.

"Very good and touching. Now Penelope and Luke let's exchange the rings" Matt called both kids and tell Luke's nephew to hands the ring to Penelope and Hank to hand the ring to Luke. Both kids did what he said and walked to sit with their moms "Luke Alvez do you take Penelope Garcia to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part"

"I do" he slide the ring on her left ring finger.

Then he turned to Penelope "and Penelope Garcia do you take Luke Alvez to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part"

"I do" And she slide the ring on his left ring finger.

"Now by the authority vested in me by the Court of the United States of America, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. What God has brought together let no man or woman put asunder. Groom, you may now kiss your bride" and with that Luke leans in to kiss her gently. The women in the audience cried after that.

The rest of the night was perfect. They danced Amor Real by Sin Bandera as their first dance together. Then the DJ, which was his brother, made a mix of latin music like salsa or merengue and reggaeton with pop and rock in english.

They ate mexican food and drank mojitos. Penelope danced with his mom and and he signed with joy as he saw it.

"I'm happy you and her ended up together" said Derek to him.

"She made it hard to but at last she couldn't say no to this chico" they laughed.

"Take care of her man. They broke the mold with her"

"I'm totally agree. And don't worry Derek. I will" they shakes their hands and Derek returned with his wife.

The night ended with the couple leaving to have their first night as a married couple. Roxie will be at her babysitter with Sergio and Lou.

OOooOOooOO

I am sorry this took me a while to write it. I started this but I had writer block and I hope i can post the next chapter sooner. Next should be the honeymoon?

[fluffy-marshmallow-heart]

Drake's Diary ch.31 -The Homecoming Ball

The Royal Romance canon from Drake's POV

Words: 5049

Warnings: NSFW

Master List (catch up here)

 There will only be one more chapter after this. Enjoy!

The following morning, Drake actually woke up with a hangover. I cannot believe I drank that much. How did I drink that much?

He thought back to his night out with his friends…then the personal tour of the palace with Emma. He groaned. She must think I’m such a fool. And I showed her my hiding spot! And I told her why I call her by her last name! Ugh, Walker, dammit…she would have slept with you if you weren’t drunk!!! I really am a fool

  His phone beeped, and he glanced at the messages waiting for him. Savannah’s waiting for him to take her to the boutique. The Homecoming ball is tonight, and she has nothing to wear. Makes sense. This is her big debut back at court.

Once he joined Savannah and Bartie, Maxwell also decided to tag along, boasting about his ability to pick out “swoon-worthy” dresses. Drake couldn’t really argue with that, considering how many times Emma showed up looking drop dead gorgeous. As the four of them meandered the halls, they ran into Emma on her way to her room.

Savannah grins. “Emma, it’s so good to see you!”

Drake is standing next to Savannah, failing to repress a smile. “You have good timing, Rose.” My two favorite women together again.

Emma nodded. “I guess so. Looks like the gang’s all here.”

“We are.” Drake said proudly. “For the first time in a long time. I’m…I’m really glad you’re back, Savannah.”

Savannah pulls him into a one-armed hug, her other arm still supporting Bartie. After a long moment, they part and Drake sees Emma beaming at them.

“You all look cozy. I don’t know the last time I saw Drake willingly participate in a hug.”

“Yeah, I think I even saw him smile.” Maxwell laughed.

Drake just shrugged. “It isn’t every day your sister and nephew come back to the court.” As well as having the woman of my dreams.

Savannah patted his arm. “I feel honored.” She then turned her focus to Emma. “So, Emma…Congratulations on becoming a Duchess. The court could use more people like you.”

“Thanks, Savannah.”

“You know, Emma, between Maxwell and Drake, you’re practically all I hear I about. I feel like we’re friends already.” Savannah glances at Drake, leaning towards Emma conspiratorially. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you and my brother are an item.”

Savannah winks at Emma as Drake’s cheeks flush bright red. Oh my god, so embarrassing, we’re so obvious…if we’re so obvious, how did no one see us together before? But I’m so glad Savannah loves her too. Makes things so much easier.

Emma’s about to respond when Savannah’s eyes go wide. Drake sees Bertrand at the end of the hallway. He has stopped in his tracks.

“Savannah.” Bertrand gasped.

Savannah smiled. “Hello, Bertrand.”

Bertrand takes a few tentative steps forward. “I just…came to speak with Emma. I had no idea you would be here.”

Savannah’s eyebrows furrowed. “Oh…I thought maybe…”

Enough of this. He’s done enough damage to my sister, I won’t let him cause more.  “Bertrand, just say whatever you came to say to Emma and get out of here.”

Emma nodded “Yes, let’s talk…in private.”

Bertrand retreats a few paces down the hall and out of earshot, beckoning to Emma. Her and Maxwell follow.

Drake turns to his sister. “Sav, I really think you should stay away from…”

But she brushed by him, ignoring him completely, and approaches Bertrand, Emma, and Maxwell, still bouncing Bartie on her hip. “Bertrand…It’s nice to see you again.”

Drake grudgingly follows. I forgot how well she doesn’t listen to me.

Bertrand looks at her in surprise. “Yes…” He trails off and silence hangs in the air. Then, he turns on his heel and marches back down the hall and out of sight.

“Oh…” Savannah said sadly.

Asshole’s already hurting her again. Fucking Bertrand.

“Come on, Savannah, I’ll give you a hand with Bartie.” Drake shoots Emma an apologetic look as he leads Savannah and Bartie down the hall.

After picking out the perfect dress for Savannah, Drake escorts her to the Homecoming Ball. He quickly scans the room and sees Emma being escorted in by Bastien. Everything looks covered in gold. There are golden lights on the ceiling, golden curtains. People mill about sipping champagne and munching on appetizers. Drake’s eyes follow her as she walks over to speak with Maxwell and Bertrand.

“Er, Sav…would you mind if I…”

“Not at all, Drake. Go! I know how you hate these things.” Savannah laughed. “And I’m willing to bet that Emma is the only reason you’ve tolerated so many lately.”

Drake blushed, giving him away again. He nods at her, then quickly walks out of the room. So obvious that I love her. Thank god she’s mine, there’s no way I’d still be able to hide it. I’ve got big plans for her, big plans for us. I hope she likes it…

Drake quickly heads to his room, where he’s stored several bags of items that he’ll never admit to anyone as having. Next, he went straight to Emma’s room, turning the knob and going inside. A part of him is relieved the door is unlocked. Another part of him is dying to scold her for leaving her door unlocked. He begins to work, placing flameless candles around the room, adjusting the lighting of the chandelier, and throwing rose petals strategically around the bed and floor. He’d thought about getting real candles, but changed his mind when he saw how many draperies were in her room, as well as having to leave them unattended for a while. He wasn’t going to let anything get between them tonight. When finished, he stands back and admires his handywork.

This…is…good. Good job Drake Walker. She’s going to swoon as soon as she sees it. I know I would, if someone did something like this for me. And if I was a girl. Which I’m not but I’m man enough to admit I’d still swoon.

Heading back to the ballroom, he perches himself at the bar, just in time to hear Emma’s voice ring out.

“Yes, I would like to propose a toast. Everyone, please raise your glasses to King and country!”

“Hear, hear.” Ripples through the crowd, and the nobles all raise their glasses and drink. Drake raises his glass to the bartender and downs his whiskey.

Liquid courage.

A moment later…“How are you holding up with all this courtly finery?” Drake’s eyes sweep up Emma’s dress and go wide. “You look like a million bucks. Literally.” And also gold. Interesting.

“I take it you like the dress?”

He ran a hand through his hair sheepishly. “Yeah, you could say that.”

She smiled. “Thank you. I had a feeling I’d find you at the bar.”

“If you’re calling me predictable, Rose, I might not order you a drink.”

“I sincerely doubt that.” She laughed, nudging him with her shoulder.

He couldn’t stop the smile on his face. “…Fine, you got me, Rose. How can I turn you down?” He turns to the bartender just as Penelope and Kiara come strolling up to place an order.

“I’d like a…”

“She wants something pink with an umbrella in it.” Drake cuts in.

Penelope gasps. “How did you know?”

He shrugged. “It’s hard to miss when someone orders one of those travesties. A real drink doesn’t need accessories.”

Emma rolls her eyes. “By ‘a real drink,’ he means whiskey.”

“I have to agree. I’ve always been more partial to wine than cocktails.” Kiara says, eyeing Drake hungrily.

Ugh, no. What is with her constantly checking me out. She’s so gross. So….desperate.

“Look, you can drink all the top-shelf Barbaresco you want, but it’s still going to be old grape juice.” Drake snapped, frustrated that she always ends up where he is.

Kiara’s mouth falls open. “I’ll…I will take a Barbaresco, oui.”

The bartender nods to Drake and gets to work on the drinks he described.

Emma looks impressed. “Wow, Drake. You really know your stuff.”

Kiara clears her throat. “I…I’m sorry for our behavior at the beer garden last night, Lady Emma. When I implied you’d come to gloat, what I meant was…”

“We were drunk!” Penelope blurts out.

“Penelope!”

“And scared about Madeleine leaving. But the more I think about it, I think it’s a good thing. You deserve to be in Cordonia, Emma. I’m happy you’re staying.”

Emma offers a polite smile, but Drake can see right through it. “Well…I’m happy to be staying too.”

“Maybe you can come visit my estate sometime.” Penelope suggests.

Emma looks at her curiously. “Are you going back home?”

“Hopefully soon. It’s been a long time since I visited my parents…”

“I’m sure they can’t wait to see you. And for what it’s worth, Emma, you’re always welcome at my family’s estate too.” Kiara added.

As long as I’m not there. There’s no way I would step foot in that woman’s home base. I’d never get out alive.

They both curtsy and say their goodbyes, carrying their drinks back into the crowd.

Drake turns back to Emma, who’s smirking at him. “How about I get you something, and then we take a breather?”

“That sounds nice.” She agrees.

“I have an idea where we can go for some privacy.” He murmurs into her ear.

“Privacy is a hot commodity around here.”

He chuckles. “I’d rather spend the whole night alone with you, but…I’ll take what I can get.”

Emma nods. “I’d like that. What are you ordering for me? And don’t say whiskey.”

Drake rubs his chin thoughtfully. “A challenge, huh? I’ll take it.” He leans across the counter and whispers to the bartender. After a few minutes, he passes a glass across the counter.

Emma takes a long sip. “Drake, why a mojito?”

“It just…felt right. Drinks kind of have their own personalities. Like people. A mojito seems like a basic cocktail. People order them like they’re nothing, but there’s complexity there. It takes time to muddle the mint just right, find a balance of sour and sweet. People look at you and see the simple things. You’re an American. A Duchess. But anyone who’s paying attention knows there’s a lot more to you than that.”

Like the love of my life.

A mischievous look crossed her features. “So you’re saying I’m sweet?”

Naturally that’s what she would take away from it. “There’s lime in there too, you know.”

She shrugged. “I’ll take it. So, how did a guy who only drinks water and whiskey become such a cocktail whisperer?”

“You forget that I’ve watched every person in this room order drinks for years. And not one of them has decent taste.” He orders himself another whiskey and picks up the glass. “Now let’s get out of here.”

She follows Drake away from the ball to a quiet hallway in the palace. He leans against one wall as they both enjoy their drinks, a slight smile on his face.

“So, you’re going to be a Duchess soon. Do I have to start calling you ‘Your Grace’”?

“If you call me anything other than Rose, it’s going to feel weird.” She joked.

“Heh, alright. I can stick to that.”

“Is this the part where you make fun of me for becoming a real noble?”

Drake shakes his head. He lifts his glass to her in a brief toast. “I know you better than that, Rose. You’re you, and there’s nothing…not even a title…that can take that away from you.”

He watched a bright smile light up her eyes. “Thanks, Drake.”

Oh boy. I said too much. “…Though if you ever start getting too high-and-mighty, you can count on me to remind you of the old days.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that.” She told him, shaking her head.

They both slowly finish their drinks. Drake sets his glass down on a window-sill, and he looks at her with heat and longing in his eyes. “After tonight, we might not get a lot of time to ourselves.”

She bit her lip. “We’ll both have plenty of obligations.”

Drake nods, though his eyes never leave her face. He studies her as though he’s trying to absorb every detail of this moment. As soon as she takes a step toward him, he spins to press her against the wall, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

“Rose…” He kisses her deeper as she pulls him close, groaning when she wraps her arms around his waist…and then he pulls away.

“I can think of a better place to be doing this.” He said huskily. “Wait here.”

“Wait here? Are you kidding?”

He looks at her, seeing the doubt in her eyes, the hurt of rejection seeping through. “I just…if we’re going to do this, I want it to be…special.”

She scoffed. “Okay…You’ve already kept me waiting this long…”

Damn. She is so hot, getting mad that I’m not going to sleep with her again. She’s in for quite the awakening.

He took her hands in his own. “Believe me, Rose, I won’t take any longer than I have to.” He heads down the hallway and opens the door to her room, looking around one last time, making sure the candles are “lit”, the chandelier is glistening, and none of the petals have moved. After a few moments, he comes back out, gesturing for her to join him.

“Am I allowed to look now?” She said sarcastically.

“Come on in.”

The room is lit by a gentle glow from the chandelier and the clusters of candles Drake has set up. It’s an oasis of warmth and solitude compared to the noise of the ballroom. Drake closes the door as he joins her inside. When she turns back to him, he realizes he’s been holding his breath.

“Well?” He asked hesitantly.

Her were glistening with unshed tears. “Drake...When did Drake Walker become such a romantic?”

He can feel his cheeks turning pink. “Look what you’ve done to me, Rose. You’ll be the death of me.”

He steps closer to her, one hand reaching up to brush her cheek. His voice drops to a hoarse whisper as he takes in the sight of her in the candlelight. “So, this is really going to happen?”

“What do you mean?” She looks confused.

“I’ve spent so long thinking about this…so long wanting you. It almost feels like a dream.” He looks down, feeling guilty.

“What is it?” She asks, concerned.

He drags his eyes back to hers. “I’ve got nothing to offer you. I’m no one special. And yet…Somehow, here you are.”

She looks at him incredulously. “Somehow? Drake…you’re exactly what I want. Sharp. Funny. Challenging. Fiercely protective…and a marshmallow at heart, no matter how much you try to hide it.”

He stares at her a moment. “How do you do that, Rose? How do you see right through me, no matter how hard I try?”

It’ a genuine question, he really still can’t figure out she sees straight to his soul and insists on bringing it out for the world to see.

The corners of her mouth turn up. “You’re careful, Drake. But you’ve met your match.”

My true match is right. “I’ve spent too long being careful. I want this. I want you. Now.”

“And I want you.” She whispers.

He takes a shuddery breath. “Rose…” In an instant his lips are pressed to hers in an urgent kiss. She starts fumbling at the buttons of his shirt as he pulls her close, his own hands working at her clothes.

“You first.” She gasps. She gets the last button of his green shirt undone. As he pulls the shirt beneath it over his head, she runs her hands down his muscled chest.

“In a hurry?” He smirks

She grins. “You’re the one who said he was tired of being careful.” Her hands reach his belt and she tugs the buckle open, helping him out of his jeans. “God, you’re hot”

“Look who’s talking.” He counters.

They both stumble across the room, snatching kisses from each other as Drake removes piece after piece of her clothing, leaving them scattered across the floor.

“Now who’s in a hurry?” She laughs

“Can you blame me? I’m just getting started, Rose.” He catches her bottom lip between his teeth, drawing a moan from her. He trails his fingers up her side to her chest. In between kisses, she turns and presses Drake against the nearest wall. He responds by grasping the small of her back and pulling her closer. Each kiss is more fervent than the last. She braces herself against his chest with one hand and slowly begins to slide her other hand up his thigh.

“Rose…” He breathes

“Should I stop?” She asks into his lips.

“No…but there’s one thing in particular I’ve been dreaming about.” With his heart pounding, he slides his hands down to her thighs and picks her up. She wraps her legs around his waist as he carries her over to the bed, and they both tumble onto the covers. Drake props himself on one arm to kiss her. Then, for just a moment, he pauses, drinking in the sight of her.

“You’re too good to be true, Rose.” This is so much better than my dreams.

Emma shakes her head. “I’m here, Drake. Really. Let me prove it to you.” She pulls him close for another passionate kiss. As their lips meet, he slides one hand down her chest to her hips…then lower…

Oh my god, she’s soaked, she feels so good, this is incredible, touching her like this. I can’t believe this day is finally here.

“Ohhhhh” She moaned, arching her back as he moves his fingers in slow, tantalizing circles, feeling her shiver at his touch…and then he lowers himself onto her, his lips hot against the side of her neck.

“Drake…don’t stop.” She begged.

Never. I’m never stopping again.

He answers her with another kiss as he lines his throbbing cock to her tight hole, slowly pressing inside, allowing time for her to adjust to his girth. “Oh, Rose, damn, you feel so good.” He groaned, feeling her walls envelop him, squeezing his cock as he begins to rock against her. When she wraps her legs around him, his breath catches but he never slows. She runs her hands down his back, leading him into the perfect rhythm as her own breath comes faster and faster. Pleasure arcs through every inch of him as Emma groans aloud.

“Rose…” He panted.

“Drake…Drake…!” She claws his back in ecstasy as he empties himself inside her, her pussy milking his every drop of his hot seed. He buries his face in her neck, peppering her with feather light kisses. After a minute, he rolls off her and she lies curled up against Drake’s side, one of his arms wrapped around her. He can feel her chest rising and falling as he hugs her closely.

“That was…” He thinks for a while, but finally shakes his head. There are just no words. This is the greatest day of my entire life.

“Have I rendered you speechless?” Emma teased.

He chuckled. “How about this? Now I can die a happy man.”

“I like you better alive, if it’s all the same.”

“I’ll try not to disappoint.” He grins.

“If tonight was any indication, I don’t think you could.”

I guess if I had any doubts about my performance...I certainly don’t now. It’s like our bodies were made for each other.

They lay there for a while, heartbeats slowly returning to normal, enjoying each other’s company before Drake places a gentle kiss on her shoulder and reluctantly sits up in bed. “We should probably head back before people start to wonder where we are.”

She let out a heavy sigh. “You sure I can’t keep you here?”

He groaned. “Don’t torture me, Rose. If it was up to me, we wouldn’t leave this room for a week.”

A whole week of love-making. Sheer bliss. “Leave it to courtly functions to drag you away from me.” He mutters bitterly.

They pick up their scattered clothes and slowly dress.

He pulls her flush against him one last time. “Ready to brave the crowd again?”

“I think I can handle it.” She shrugged, and he couldn’t help but smile widely. This girl can handle anything life throws at her.

Drake carefully turns off all the candles before they both return to the ball, walking hand in hand, fingers intertwined. Upon returning, Bertrand immediately rushes up to her. “Emma, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Time to check in with some acquaintances and see just how well all your work has paid off!”

“So more mingling?” She asks.

Bertrand nods. “Precisely! Starting with our Italian contact.”

Emma mouths Drake an apology as Bertrand whisks her away. Drake sighs, looking around the crowd. As soon as I propose…this is really my life. Forever mingling with these stuffy nobles. Because I’ll be noble.

He shuddered. That’s horrifying.

He wanders outside, remembering the fireworks should be beginning soon. As he strolls along, he finds Savannah and Bartie, then a few minutes later, Bertrand. He glared at Savannah’s baby daddy as he led them to a clear spot on the lawn to watch the fireworks. He scowls as Bertrand attempts to play with Bartie.

He looks so stupid. Bertrand? A father? What a laugh! Honestly, what did my sister ever see in him? What does she still see in him? I really need to…

“Hey guys!”

He snapped out of his thoughts as Emma approached with Liam, Hana, and Maxwell.

Drake grinned as soon as he saw her. “I held our spot…with a few additions.”

“I hope you don’t mind us joining.” Savannah said lightly.

Emma shook her head. “Not at all. Everyone should be here.”

“The whole family, uncles included.” Maxwell added.

Drake rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yea, Touching family things. Let’s not make a big deal out of it.”

“Lay Emma, if I may have a moment of your time.” Bertrand leads her and Maxwell to the fountain. Drake watches them curiously as the three of them hug.

Huh. I guess it really is a touchy feely kinda night. But I should really be the only one touching her…

A herald steps out of the palace with a trumpet as Emma sits next to Drake on the grass. “Welcome to the show, Rose.”

“I hope you don’t mind the company.”

“At this point, I’m bound to be surrounded by somebody. I’m glad it’s you.” He admitted.

She gasps exaggeratedly. “How far you’ve come from Liam as your only friend.”

He forced a frown. “It’s disgusting, and I blame you for everything.”

“You blame me? In that case I owe you some alone time.” She told him in a suggestive tone, and he felt himself hardening in his slacks.

“As long as it’s alone time with you.” He blurted, inching closer to her.

“That’s exactly what I had in mind.” She leaned in and kisses him softly.

Pulling away, Drake couldn’t help but feel happy, and content. A completely different feeling than he’s ever had in his entire life. “This is…nice. Being home. Being here…with you.”

She puts one of her hands on his. A brief smile flashes across his face and he gives her hand a squeeze.

“It took us long enough to get here.” She murmured quietly.

“Heh. You can say that again.” He paused a moment, before hurriedly adding “Thanks for not giving up on me, Rose.”

“Likewise. Now that this is really happening, I wanted to ask…What comes next for us?”

Drake instantly thought about the ring boring a hole in his pocket. Can’t say just yet…Drake scratches his head, pretending to consider her words as they both look up at the fireworks. “I’ll be honest, I’ve never been much for a big future plans. Most of the time I just try to roll with whatever life throws a me.”

She looks at him, surprised. “You’ve never thought about where you want to be in a couple years? Buying yourself a cabin in the wilderness, or, I don’t know…getting married?”

He inhaled sharply. That was subtle. Only every day.

“I can’t say I’ve thought about it much since that conversation in New York.”

Lies

“All I know is that whatever happens, I want to be here with you. After everything you’ve been through…I want to do this right, Rose.”

Truth

Her face fell. “Does that mean you want to take things slow? If I’ve been going too fast for you…”

“No, no, that’s not it. I just meant…hell, Rose, I never thought I’d get a chance to be with you. And now that I am…I don’t want to mess it up. You’re more than I ever could’ve hoped for. I just want you to know that I won’t take a moment of this…of us…for granted.”

“Neither will I.” She responded softly.

The herald reaches ten. People from the crows join in the countdown. Emma pulls Drake in by the shirt, locking his breathless lips against hers. He wraps his arms around her as the fireworks light up the night sky.

“Rose…” He breathes.

“Drake…”

I should definitely propose right now. It’s the perfect setting.  “I…”

But Emma presses herself against him again as she pulls him in for another kiss. A cacophony of fireworks light up the night sky in a kaleidoscope of colorful patters. Burst after burst explodes overhead…until it falls silent, leaving a nebula of smoke in the air.

With the finale over, Drake and Emma reluctantly part, both a bit breathless, and all the friends reunite.

Woops. Proposing is going to be hard if I can’t stop kissing her…

“That was everything I hoped for. We should do this every night.” Maxwell said dreamily.

“I don’t think I can handle every night.” Hana said warily.

Savannah chimed in, “Bartie could barely handle tonight.”

Maxwell scoffs. “He looks fine. He has that old Beaumont endurance in him.”

Liam clears his throat. “We should prepare for the final speech to honor Emma tonight.”

Drake groans. “I almost forgot how this ball goes on forever.”

Savannah laughs. “Same old Drake. Come on, let’s find some fancy food to disparage.”

The group heads back inside. In the ballroom, Liam splits off to prepare for the toast as Emma, Drake, Hana, and Maxwell join the gathering crowd.

“Looks like we arrived just in time…” Emma looks around the crowd.

Drake chuckled. “Worried they’d start without you?”

“We could never start without the lady of the hour!” Hana exclaimed.

“Liam will signal you to come up when it’s time.” Maxwell told her.

Emma shrugged. “Easy.”

Maxwell clapped her on the shoulder. “I’d say make us proud, but we couldn’t be more proud of you.”

“And to think, Drake was so worried about me when I arrived in Cordonia.” She teased.

Yeah yeah. Only cuz I knew you’d be trouble. “If anyone was going to prove me wrong about this place not being a fairy tale full of happily ever afters…I’m glad it was you.”

He eyed her empty hands. “Forgetting something, Rose? You can’t toast without a drink.”

“Oh, right.”

Drake takes a flute of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray and steps next to her. “Here.”

The chime of silver on a glass draws their attention to a stage on the far side of the dance floor. Liam stands on the stage, smiling out at the crowd. “Before the evening draws to a close, I want to take the opportunity to thank you all for coming together to celebrate our return…And to celebrate our new Duchess Emma of House Rose. She has shown true strength in the face of adversity, a trait which we born Cordonians know well. Revitalizing the old Houses of Cordonia is just one of the ways in which I plan to reinvest in our beautiful country. Please join me in raising a glass once more to her…To Duchess Emma…the newest member of the Cordonian nobility!”

Nobility. I still can’t believe it. The waitress from New York is now nobility.

The crowd applauds, and King Liam’s eyes find Emma and his smile brightens. He extends a hand toward her and she begins to step forward…when suddenly the lights go out! An explosive popping tears through the air, then another.

Oh my god. There’s only one thing that could be. He reached out to grab Emma back.

“What was that? More fireworks?” Penelope’s voice could be heard rising above the confusion.

“Not fireworks…gunshots! Run!” Drake recognized Justin’s voice cry out next, followed by Adelaide screaming. Terrified guests scream and try to flee, and the crowd surges around him, making it impossible for his hand to find hers.

“Emma! Get down! Now!” Drake cries, still working his way to her, his eyesight slowly adjusting to the dark.

“Now! Take them out!” Drake’s blood runs cold at the strange voice.

The lights flicker back on, and all around is chaos. Drake is now next to Emma, but in the panic and frenzy, Maxwell and Hana are gone.

Bastien runs toward the stage. “King Liam, get down!”

At the front of the room, Drake’s eyes find Liam and his security team fighting off a dozen assassins. As he watches, Liam ducks under a knife and throws an assassin over his shoulder. Then he turns to see another one aiming a gun right at Emma. From there, Drake’s world went into slow motion, everything that follows was pure instinct.

“Emma!!” Liam shouts from the stage.

Drake’s eyes see the assassin pulling the trigger.

“NO!!”  Drake jumps in front of her, putting his body between Emma and the bullet. The two of them collide as the shot hits him.

He lays there in shock, only now realizing he took a bullet to his arm, seeing the blood gush from the wound.

What the hell is happening? How did they get in here? Oh, god, Emma…they were after Emma. Where is she, is she…

He could vaguely make out Emma’s voice speaking to him frantically.

“Drake...Drake!!”

But it was far away, as his eyes roll towards the back of his head, his entire body going limp.

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not tagged by anyone, but inspired after seeing @fancyoats great answers!

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

Last

1. Drink - i put some sugar free fruit cup cordial in my bottle of water. mmm fruit cup cordial

2. Phone call - my mum sigh

3. Text message - my brother

4. Song you listened to - do it again - steely dan

5. Time you cried - hmm idk? oh i know, when i threw a huge fit because i came back from poland at one in the morning to find my parents had gone through all my stuff - *all* my very private stuff - and rearranged my room. jesus christ how many times had i asked for people to not go into my room without my permission and yet they did this. i deserve a modicum of privacy and respect ffs. *this* was when i knew i 10000% had to get out.

Ever

6. Dated someone twice - lol i tried to.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it - yup

8. Been cheated on - very unlikely given the circumstances

9. Lost someone special - not someone very close yet, thank god

10. Been depressed - very definitely. multiple times.

11. Gotten drunk and threw up - yeppp

Fave colors

12. coral

13. pink

14. teal

In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends - yes

16. Fallen out of love - no

17. Laughed until you cried - no

18. Found out someone was talking about you - yes but not in the last year

19. Met someone who changed you - oh yes definitely. thank you so much @trailerparkofmydreams

20. Found out who your friends are - well not really, in the sense that this is implying

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - not this year

General

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl - all of them? but then i hate facebook and it makes me anxious so i go on it like twice a year

23. Do you have any pets - not at the moment :( i would really, really like a cat. i miss having a cat so much

24. Do you want to change your name - first name: a++++++ would keep. last name: i would change if anything even slightly better came along.

25. What did you do for your last birthday - went out with my brother and my dad to a really good french-vietnamese restaurant.

26. What time did you wake up today - 6:30

27. What were you doing @ midnight last night - sleeping poorly

28. What is something you can’t wait for - short term: for my stomach acid to be less acid-y so i can enjoy coffee, alcohol, and spicy food again :( - three of the greatest pleasures in life. long term: to be able to work on a paper without anxiety hugely interfering.

30. What are you listening to right now - the news in the background

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - probably?

32. Something that gets on my nerves - when people have personal conversations for more than a couple minutes in a lecture/tutorial. it’s such a dick move. you’re an adult, can’t you wait until the end of class?

33. Most visited website - tumblr and ao3 the university website

34. Hair color - brown with chunks of blonde in it

35. Hair long or short - shoulder length

36. Do you have a crush on someone - other than mads and hugh, not really at the moment (keeps this good answer)

37. What do you like about yourself - i care about others. i have a very, very strong sense of morality.

38. Want any piercings - maybe others in my ears?

39. Blood type - .....i should know this lmao.....

40. Nicknames - poppo, poppet, poppetito

41. Relationship status - single

42. Zodiac - scorpio

43. Pronouns - she/her

44. Fave TV shows - hannibal, cooking/home shows of various kinds, seinfeld, the classic simpsons. i’m not the biggest tv/movie person. 90% of the time i watch news programs

45. Tattoos - none. i have a huge list of ones i want but i just haven’t had the money.....

46. Right or left handed - right

47. Ever had surgery - no

48. piercings - 2 in ears

49. Sports - i used to watch obscene amounts of european football (you wouldn’t believe how much), but the time zone issue here makes it so i don’t watch it anymore :( i watch tons of cricket in the summer here, but since the very shameful cheating scandal by some of my cricketing heroes last summer, i don’t know how much i’ll watch this summer :(

50. Vacations - ***love*** travelling. it causes me anxiety and stress, but i absolutely utterly adore going new places, learning new things

51. Trainers - gold ones that are pretty

More general

52. Eating - **everything**. god i love virtually every cuisine, every type of food.

53. Drinking - coffee, tea, red wine, beer, mojitos.

54. I’m about to - finish a reading

55. Waiting - for me to get my act together and bring my rubbish down to the bins

56. Want - my stomach to settle thanksss

57. Get married - yes i want to....if i manage to find someone.....

58. Career - a historian? pretty please with sugar on top?

Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses - depends.

61. Shorter or taller - taller men, women i don’t care.

63. Nice stomach or stomach - i feel this question is biased.  all stomachs are nice stomachs. (keeps this great answer)

64. Hookup or relationship - relationship

65. Troublemaker or hesitant - troublemakers. i adore people - platonically or not so platonically - who are outrageous on some level. pot stirrers <3. but you don’t have to be a troublemaker for me to like you.

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger - yes

67. Drank hard liquor - yes

68. Lost glasses - no

69. Turned someone down - lol yes

70. Sex on first date - no

71. Broken someone’s heart - maybe? i kind of think so but i’m not sure to what extent.

72. Had your heart broken - kind of

73. Been arrested - no

74. Cried when someone died - yes

75. Fallen for a friend - ‘fallen’ implies falling in love (?) and i’ve never fallen in love. but i definitely have been infatuated with a friend.

Do you believe in

76. Yourself - somewhat. half and half.

77. Miracles - no

78. Love at first sight - i believe in strong feelings at first sight....love idk

79. Santa Claus - lol no

80. Kiss on first date - ofc???? weird question.

81. Angels - no

Other

82. Best friend’s name - casey (yes it’s still you lmao)

83. Eye color - blue

84. Fave movie - um the space movies i’ve talked about before

85. Favorite actor - mads mikkelsen, my love

feel free to do it!!!!

[charliebattinson]

We’re Best Friends? | Ideas [Part 2.2] | Shawn Mendes

A/N: Hey!!!! How you all doing? So here’s part 2.2!! Constructive criticism is appreciated!!! Also huge thank you for all the notes like they’re not as big as others but it just makes so happy haha thank you xx also huge thanks to my girly @gentlemanmendes​ for giving me feedback! Love ya boo pps this is not edited 

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You walk up to your building and here am I pacing around whether I should follow you or not. We were kissing a couple of minutes ago and it’s the one thing I never thought the two us would be doing together. It’s the one thing I’m wondering why we never did it before.

I loved the way your lips feel against mine. It’s intoxicating and it’s not because of the amount of alcohol we’ve drank. You’re a different kind of drunk. It’s the type that makes me feel so light but alive at the same time; It’s the type that won’t give me a hangover and regret it in the morning. it’s the type that makes me want more of it.

So I’m gonna get more of it.

I’m in the elevator going up to your apartment and I’m nervous and excited and scared. So many feelings that I can’t seem to explain, all I know right know is that I want you. Even just for the night.

Walking towards your door feels like an eternity probably because I’m unsure of what will happen when you open the door. I know you’re not asleep because you usually eat when you’re drunk before going to sleep. It takes me a while to knock because I start questioning myself.

Am I about to throw away 18 years of friendship down the drain?

Yes. Yes I am.

So I knock and it takes a while for you to open; it makes me so anxious and it’s probably the universe telling me that we’re better off as we are. We don’t need this complication.

But the universe disagrees cause you open the door. You’re looking at me but you aren’t surprised; it’s like you knew I was going to knock, it feels like you wanted me to. We just stare at each other, we don’t joke around like we did downstairs. It’s intense right now and the only thing I can say is “Fuck it”

Then we’re back to kissing. Then it leads to other things.

Such great things.

☆☆☆

Knock Knock

“You got a new neighbor? What happened to Ms. Loewe? She was so sweet! She always made me lemon squares?” Shawn asks as I open the door. I chuckle leaving him to close the door to my apartment. “Her kids just took her on a cruise, that’s just her helper that’s going to be staying until she comes back.”

He follows me to my bedroom and lies down on my bed. “You know we should go on a cruise! That would be fun!” He says casually while hugging my stuff toy.

“No way man. Titanic fucked up those things for me.” I say.

“Come on! If ever that does happen to us, I’ll make sure we’ll both fit in the plank unlike Rose… selfish bitch.” Shawn murmurs the last part.

“Rose was not selfish and besides that plank was too light to hold both of them! They would both end up dying” I argue with Shawn. Titanic was such a debate between us. It’s one of the things we could never agree on ever since we watched it for the first time. I remember him crying when Jack died and it was such a funny and cute thing to see him do. But we don’t talk about that because in his mind it never happened. Sure buddy.

“Whatever! You suck!” Shawn closes his eyes and hugs my stuffed penguin even tighter. “Are you done dressing up yet? I might pass out on your bed any minute. Geoff is waiting for us at the bar and I wanna get wasted already.” I roll my eyes at him even if he can’t see. I grab one of my pillows and hit him on the head with it. “Yes loser. I’m done. Let’s get lit!”

“Shawn? Shawn?!” Is he snoring? Oh my god the fucker went to sleep.

☆☆☆

“Hey Shawny” the girls from the bar coo at Shawn. He blushes then greets the girls “Hi guys”.

“You know if things doesn’t work out you could always become Magic Mike 2.0” I tease him. He rolls his eyes at me. That night will always be my favorite. I remember him getting so drunk and deciding to get on the bar with the girls. Shawn got so much money because women were biding on him.

We walk into the bar, spotting out group of friends immediately.

“Oi lovebirds! Over here!” Geoff shouts at us. He always give us that nickname thinking it’s cute. It just annoys the fuck out of me and Shawn.

“Can you be any louder?” Shawn comments as we walk over to table they were occupying. We find our seats, me beside Shawn and Geoff seated in front of me and the rest of our friends at the end of the table.

“So shall we get started?” Geoff suggests and we all cheer on.

A couple of hours later and we were buzzed. It was a very chill night just enjoying each others company and talking about different things. Enjoying my bottomless mojitos fuck yes!

“I’m gonna go get a refill” Shawn declares. He gets my glass and I thank him knowing he’s going to get refill of my drink. He smiles at me then heads out to the bar.

“So, is Shawn ever gonna ask you out on a date?” Geoff asks me. I look at him like he’s crazy  “Why would he ask me out on date?” I ask curiously. It’s never been a though in my mind; me and Shawn dating? So weird.

“Okay. I have this theory that you two are like the movie When Harry Met Sally. Best friends who are just gonna one day get together because it was something that would eventually happen” he states. “Oh wow! You’ve been analyzing our relationship? What the fuck man?” I amused at how long Geoff has been analyzing our relationship.

“Oh so it’s a relationship? Not a friendship?” Geoff questions and I glare at him, “You know what I mean! Honestly, where is all this coming from? You’re an idiot.”

“I’m being serious here! Did you not see how he just got your glass and you didn’t even question it? He knows when and what drink to get you. Best friends don’t that! Boyfriends do!” He declares.

“And you my friend have drank way too much! You’re drunk Geoff! This is dumb!” I reply back. Shawn has known me my entire life of course he knows what drink I like. Right?

“Okay fine! Don’t say I didn’t warn you but also don’t forget to thank me when you two end up together!” He points at me and I just roll my eyes.

“Who’s gonna end up together?” I see Shawn handing me my drink and I’m glad that he hasn’t heard our ridiculous conversation.

“Harry and Sally from When Harry Met Sally” Geoff answers and I’m so close to stepping— no stomping on his feet. “You know that movie, right Shawn? he asks. this little shit. “Oh yeah man! That movie is a classic” Shawn states.

“Yeah a classic move about best friends” Geoff says. Shawn looks at him with a weird expression, “Uh yeah that’s the movie?”

“A movie about Harry and Sally who happen to be best friends who happen to fall in love” I know Geoff is trying to make a point here with Shawn that we somehow are the real life version of the movie but Shawn’s not bright. He won’t get it.

“Dude yeah I know! I’ve seen the movie. How much have you had to drink?”

See what I mean. Idiot.

“Damn it. This is useless.” Geoff whispers and I smirk at him knowing his point was a ridiculous one. “Cheers to that dude!” I clink my glass with his; a triumphant smile on my face while I kick him on the shin and a weirded out Shawn looking at the both of us.

“Weirdos”

☆☆☆

“Okay, I gotta bounce. Do you guys want to hitch a ride with me? ” Geoff asks. I look over to Shawn and he shakes his head. “Nah man, we’re good. We’re gonna stay for a bit. Gotta milk the bottomless mojitos you know?” I raise my glass to him and smirk.

“Whatever you alcoholic. You kids have fun!” He looks at me and raises his eyebrows with a smirk. I reply with a dirty finger knowing full what he’s trying to imply.

“Tata lovebirds!” then Geoff leaves.

“What was that about?” Shawn asks. “Nothing. You know how Geoff is, always fucking around” I don’t tell Shawn about we were talking about earlier that night because it’s pointless and it’s just probably gonna weird him out. I love my friendship with Shawn. It’s one of the things that’s been so constant in my life and I don’t plan on fucking that up in the near the future.  “What do you wanna do now?

Shawn shrugs. “I dunno. What do you wanna do?

I raise my eyebrows at him. “I dunno. What do you wanna do?”

“I dunno. What do you want to do?” He humors me

“Alright! Enough! You’re so annoying!!” grabbing my glass and drinking it’s contents. “Oh! Before I forget, my cousin wants to know if you’re gonna make it to her wedding which of course you will because I’m forcing you to go! Save me from my grandma!” I plead with him

“Hey I’m in just as long as it’s an open bar and I get to get as much cake as I want. Speaking of, do you happen to know what flavor is your cousins wedding cake?” He asks.

“It’s red velvet” I inform him

“Can I steal the whole cake?”

“Dude”

We talk about countless things and reminisce about the old days and it’s great! We talk about embarrassing moments from the past like that one time Shawn played with glue and it got to his hair so they had to shave it all off or that one time I punched some girl that was making fun of Shawn’s lion king backpack. That was such a cool backpack! We laugh until the point I have tears in my eyes.

The conversation get more daring. We ask each other questions, personal questions. Worst sex? Best sex? Worst date? Best date?

We’ve drunk a lot over the night, our bodies close with Shawn’s arm resting around my chair and me leaning into him. It’s always so calming whenever we have talks like this. It’s always so comfortable to have someone that just gets it and just don’t try to make a move on you. Someone who you can talk to for hours and hours without having to expect anything in return and I’m so glad to have Shawn for that. So grateful.

“Okay. How about this, who do see yourself marrying? It can be anybody.” I ask him. I’m curious to know what type of girl he sees himself with down the road and I wonder if I’ll get along with her or she’s going to hate me. Also slightly curious if I’m going to be the best man at his wedding. “I promise I won’t judge even if you say Betty White or someone older” I joke

Shawn laughs then thinks and he shrugs “I have one but maybe it’s best to keep it to myself” he tells me.

“No fair! You have to tell me. You can’t just say you found one and not tell me. That’s cruel!

“Nah, it’s a secret that only I should keep” Shawn shakes his head. He’s so fucking red from the alcohol intake and it’s honestly the cutest thing.

“Come on! Are you shy of who you picked? Is it really that bad? I humour him.

He shrugs “I’m not telling you Blake. It’s weird.” he states

I’m annoyed he won’t tell me. We tell each other everything not matter how small it is, and I really want to find out so I reach for him and cover his eyes with both of my palms— “There ya go now you can just tell me and pretend that I’m not here and it’s just you. Now tell me bitch” I slightly threatned.

He sighs, “You”

“What?”

“You!” He says it again

I’m having a hard time processing it so I ask him again. “What?” What?!

“You, Blake! You! Do you not know your own name?” He grabs my hands and pulls it away from his eyes but he never let’s go of my hands; just holds it with his.

I’m surprised with his answer, I never thought I would cross his mind in that way. We’re staring at each other and it gets too much for me so I do what I do best; I avoid it and start joking “Huh, I guess we know what cake we’lll be getting on our wedding day then; not to mention we would probably be at the open bar the entire time”

He chuckles while still holding my hands in his caressing them with his thumbs.”Yeah we’ll probably make Geoff our wedding singer” he looks at our hands and lets go of it.

The air is different. It’s never been different and I’m suddenly nervous. He’s way too close to me that I never really noticed before. He has this look in his eyes that I’m afraid it’s true to what I’m thinking right now.

“I should probably go home. It’s late” I tell him. I don’t know what else to do. For some strange reason, I can’t seem to talk to him without feeling conscious.

He nods “I’ll walk you home! Don’t want anybody making moves on my future wife” He jokes. I know he’s trying to make things lighter and it does help. Sort of. “Oh wow, you’re such a possessive future husband” I joke back.

“I gotta question how long do you think we’ll last before one of us asks for a divorce?”

“Let’s see” Shawn says

We’re walking in the the empty sidewalks laughing and joking around until we reach my building. “You don’t want to stay for the night? I ask him.

“Nah, I should get back home to my place. I need to do some stuff in the morning.” He tells me

“Alrighty then. Night hoe”

“Night bitch”

We smile then staring at each other again and we look like fucking idiots having a stare off contest in front of my building. Shawn looks at me then down to my lips then moves a little closer to me.

I know where this is going. Holy fuck I know where this is going.

Do I like where this is going?

[calvarineharrod]

The adventures of Calvarine and Hayley’s “GIRLS TRIPPPPP!!!!!"

Johannesburg: affectionately known as the “City of Gold”, a place where risk-takers and money-makers come to witness their dreams grow into fruition. I love this city: the rush, the adrenaline, the swiftness and feisty attitudes of people. There’s just so much hustle in the air, or maybe in the water? Regardless, living in this place requires thick skin, a thicker bank account, a full tank of petrol - cos’ traffic…

My extremely close friend, Hayley, momentarily come up with an idea to visit Johannesburg for a quick weekend Girls Trip. After watching Girls Trip together, it kinda accelerated the thought of us having a super chilled weekend plus we have never travelled together, anywhere!!

History: Hayley and I have been friends since grade 8. 12 years down; we are still the closest of friends and surprisingly still have the same goofy conversations that we did at 13. This friend of mine is a High flyer, sports science Honours graduate, has traveled overseas, has her own medical practice, rocks a 6 pack of abs and still maintains relationships with friends, family and her boyfriend. She’s one of those girls who can do anything. I look like a complete blob next to her #Lol.

Hayley, being the Type-A smarty pants, arranged our travel itinerary for the weekend including Flights and Accommodation. I was so excited and grateful for her effort in the entire process. We set flight on 3rd November 2017, a parching hot summers day, from Durban to Johannesburg. Throughout the entire buildup, I would constantly quote phrases for Girls Trip especially the lines from Tiffany Haddish (my new favorite actress) especially because I found it hilarious.

We arrived at OR Tambo Airport around 9h30. Hayley’s cousin, who also happened to graciously be our chauffeur for the weekend, was punctually awaiting our arrival at the pick up zone. Our intentions from the outset was to have fun and create spontaneous memories. Nothing pedantically over planned, no deadlines, just fun. I personally have never done something so daring. Being 25 and having experienced so little in life, I grabbed upon the opportunity to just live, even if it just meant for one weekend.

We drove straight to the Mall of Africa, a place I’ve been wanting to see. After scoffing down a brunchy meal, we proceeded to look around. I was totally in my element looking at all the designer stores with fashion I’ll probably never afford. Besides, I’m not a girl who is obsessed with a label. I also happened to have my first “Starbucks Experience”, a chocochinni frappachino covered in whipped cream. However, I was unimpressed with the waiter who asked me to SPELL MY NAME?! Do they realize they work for Starbucks. Have they noticed that people come there for the fun of guessing if their names get spelt properly?! Side note: urgent HR intervention and staff training is needed at this branch.

We also visited my 2nd favourite shop, TYPO, which is a cute, artsy vibey shop. Time flew and soon, messages from family members started to trickle in asking about our whereabouts. We headed straight to The Barron which looked like a relaxed, white-collared, Friday afternoon location where people sat with their loosened ties and drank Castle Lager. It was cool. Sundowners after a hectic week sounds tempting. We decided to drive to our accommodation only to realize it is peak traffic at 13:00. I’m assuming a lot of people leave work at this time. Traffic was ridiculous. We were entangled with taxis, school transport and working class people, all rushing to the excitement of the weekend.

We arrived at our accommodation (47 on Preston) precisely at 14:00 and checked into our neatly prepared, air conditioned, wifi-zoned room with a stunning pool and views to match. The area was called Highlands North and the houses were impressive. Security was priority for us hence, the 24hr access controlled body guard, secure features and boom gates gave us peace of mind.

Our sweet ‘chaperone’ (Hayley’s Cousin) ensured we had snacks and liquor at our disposal. Skyy Vodka, Savannah and Amstel were on the menu. After chilling and catching up, we had to plan the night. I am unfamiliar with the night life of Johannesburg. We started getting ready and in the midst of it all, another cousin decided to visit us and show us around after all It’s an Indian thing to stick together. This particular cousin was weird. He was soft spoken, very proud, a straight A student, forensic scientist and quite an opinionated person. I am certainly not accustomed to this type of behavior. We didn’t get off to a great start. I’m all for successful people but not the proud ones. I’d like to think that I’m a cool, chilled and open-minded person. I’m always telling people “Don’t Judge” and this was an appropriate time to take my own advice!!

He brought through a bottle of caramel vodka and sipped. Funny thing is, this guy continued to drop hints the entire night of how intelligent, successful and opulent he is. The car he drives, the area he stays, the alumni he belongs to and his career, which is prospering at an exponential rate. Luckily Hayley informed me about this dude. Nothing serious, she just told me don’t worry, he is different from the average guy.

This dude was slightly tipsy at the arrival of our uber cab. I was controlling the Aux cord playing my “fresher than” music. They were not impressed. Seems like these freaking people don’t like Nas and Vic Mensa! Are you even my friends? Ha ha. We arrive at monte casino, a nightlife spot in Johannesburg, suggested by this cousin. I was actually warming up to him and started to laugh at his jokes. Please don’t any ideas. He has a spouse and over-saturated metrosexual tendencies. Definitely not my type.

The night got funnier. We ate and thereafter entered a place called “3sixty liquid lounge” which has a brilliant live band and serves cocktails, cute baby pink and blue candy floss shooters, bubblegum flavored liqueurs served in test tubes and other unconventional drinks. I loved it. Vibe was cool, we were probably the youngest group of people there, nevertheless, I am a huge fan of Earth Wind Fire and Bruno Mars. We took a quick walk around the casino to my disappointing bewilderment, people were gambling and it was almost 1 am. I hate gambling so I wasn’t pleased to witness people losing their entire salaries on a table. The ride home was hilarious. We got to bond with the weirdo. It was banter the entire night. I wasn’t holding back, neither was he. Safely reached home, thankfully to uber (that driver was relived to drop us). Liquor usually fuels deep thinking so the conversation of religion came up. Uh-oh!

We sat for over 2 hours conversing about religion and there is no decent, happy way to end this conversation without someone getting offended. Throughout the discussion, I was quite level minded and reminded that my Faith is for me, it works for me and I don’t have to justify it. I was also reminded that the essence of a religion is to have faith in God, that’s the basis of Christianity. So when someone wants hardcore facts, times, places and dates - especially when they have a debilitating hatred for Christianity, I will not be intimidated and cross questioned by someone who is out to make a point rather than seeking to understand. Here we are in a very familiar scenario: Christians vs Hindus. The answers were flying back and forth. Eventually we all agreed to disagree and by this time, the dried sweat started to irritate my skin. They gang was getting ready for bed and the proud cousin who earlier asked why we are staying in this place eventually ended up sleeping in one of the beds.

Funny story: earlier that day, we found banana flavored condoms in the room and wanted to prank Hayley’s 'cool’ cousin. We even dispensed some droplets of handwash in order to make it seem like it was used. Yuck! We slipped it under the covers and pretended like nothing happened.

Fast forward to later that evening, well it was early hours of the morning, proud cousin decided to sleep in the bed which had the condom. I was only just informed that he is a germaphobe. He felt the slippery substance and sprang out of bed like a cat in water! It was hilarious. Shortly after that, everyone passed out from pure exhaustion.

Saturday morning started off great. We were treated to an in-house breakfast prepared by the Muslim hostess and then proceeded to the Rosebank Mall. En route, I was speechless at the upper echelon of Johannesburg. The buildings, the infrastructure, the complex designs and luxurious apartments. For a split second you even ask yourself, is this South Africa? Are we even in a recession? Rosebank mall was super cool. From Hamleys to Krispy Kremes, we waltzed our way to almost all the stores and I was majorly impressed.

Our next stop was Melose Arch. I was levitating. I had never been to this place and always heard about it on TV/Radio. We approached the entrance of Melrose arch with Lambourguinis, Porshe, Ferrari, limousines and various other exotic cars parked inside. Funny thing, it wasn’t even a car expo. These were normal patrons who happened to be in this place. Once again, I’m thinking “is this really Johannesburg?! This feels like a foreign place.”. Melrose Arch has various luxury shops, amazing restaurants and beautiful cobble stoned pave ways decorated with Vespas to create an Italian feel.

Jamie’s Italian, founded by the talented chef Jamie Oliver, is an awesome 4/5 star restaurant. I’m a sucker for comfort food so I ordered a gigantic burger layered with different cheeses, sautéd onions, crisp lettuce and holonaise sauce with Parmesan drizzled fries and a refreshing signature Jamie Mojito. We strolled for a bit and went back to 47 on Preston to catch a breather and of course, prepare for our last night in Joburg.

We utilized the convenient services of Uber that weekend and through that, got to see the growth and splendor of our country’s golden city. There are construction sites everywhere possible. Infrastructure and renovations are booming. At the same time, we saw beggars at robots, extremely poor laborers, mostly from other African countries working for minimal wages. It was such a skewed representation. On one hand, we have bugattis and rolls royces lining the street and on the other, we have people digging in bins and hanging out of trains because of their poverty. Mind you, this was one road away of each other. I couldn’t fathom it. It was confusing. Once agin, you’re challenged to think, what are we doing wrong? Are the rich getting richer and poor getting poorer. How do we stabilize this situation. For some of us, growing up in disadvantaged communities affects in many ways. When you do well in life, you almost carry a sense of guilt for doing well and feeling sorry for people who have not achieved anything. Must you apologize for your success? Must you feel unworthy of getting a golden ticket just because your peers lacked drive to hustle?

Saturday night was about to go down. We were scheduled to meet some of their cousins on 4th Avenue in Parkhurst, cited as Joburgs version of Florida Road. We did a small pub crawl before settling into a local sports bar. We befriended 2 sisters sitting besides us. They were so sweet and shared their hookah with us. The drinks kept rolling, including my signature drink; 1 Smirnoff storm and 1 tot of Aftershock. It’s light, pink and tasty. Jäger bombs are always compulsory. Me and my greedy self got way ahead of the party and started twisping, experimenting with everyone’s flavors. Marshmallow, honey and red bull flavors mixed with alcohol and a hookah ended off in me wanting to puke. I felt bad for tainting the evening. We hopped into an uber cab and came home. With toothbrush in hand, I was determined to get sober asap, which I did! Straight to bed after a hot bath, we were ready to conquer the morning in high spirits seeing that it was also our last day of “Girls Trip”.

Sunday morning started off with a lovely breakfast. We packed up and proceeded to Rosebank mall which was my request. I needed to get my hands on some Krispy Kremes to bring back home. To kill time, we also attended this rooftop art and crafts market in the parking lot. I was so impressed with the variety and organization of this fete. It was beautiful and eccentric. Foods from every culture was sold, ethnic clothing and creative decor, eclectic jewelry and fashion - it was….. Different.

After obtaining my two dozen of Krispy Kremes, we headed out of Rosebank and straight to the Airport. We checked it with full luggage and a huge, embarrassingly box of 24 Krispy Kremes doughnuts. We thanked Hayley’s amazingly courteous and sweet cousin who gave us such a memorable time and boarded the flight.

In all, this was the best trip I’ve ever taken. No drama, no bickering, no anxiety, just pure fun. I’m was so appreciative of those 3 days and how my eyes got opened to a new way of life. It is vitally important to experience something different from your normal standard of living. Johannesburg is such a beast but contrives such beauty within its streets.

I had to share this memorable experience on my blog and even if it didn’t seem thrilling to you as you read, it meant the world to me. Here’s to more exciting experiences, spontaneous trips, everlasting friendships and ticking off the bucket list!!

[weneedtherooks]

What Happened In Vegas... (1/2)

Viva Las Vegas!

“You wanna make a bet the girl standing on the table will pass out first?” Friedrich snorted. “$20 on the girl who was swinging on the pole earlier,” her returned, setting the final shot glass on his coworker’s tray. Little bets like these helped pass the time during parties like this. 21st birthday bases were a popular bore. After all, who didn’t think Vegas was the perfect place to get shitfaced on your first legal outing? What happened at Vegas stayed at vegas, right? The waiter dug out a twenty, sliding it over before picking up the tray of shots. “It’s a bet!” Friedrich grabbed the bill and stuck it in a tray behind the bar. Friedrich Rosenthal had been living in Las Vegas for three years now, working as a casino bartender. He’d left hamburg in need of a change of pace, although Nevada wasn’t what he’d originally had in mind. Too much neon for his liking, and too many sloshed gamblers slipping him their hotel room numbers. Periodically, he’d get sent to one of their party venues, and those nights always ended the same: some poor girl gets wasted and leaves with a perfect jackass. This party didn’t seem any different. A group of twelve had booked the venue for tonight, and Friedrich had gotten the short straw. He hated this venue; it had a stripper pole and a bunch of black lights paired with white couches…which generally meant skimpy clothes, too much tequila, and an excessive amount of tongue. The girls filed in first, all long eyelashes and sweet perfume. Eight girls, followed by four guys. An uneven number…great. Friedrich went back to cleaning a martini glass, glancing up when a chorus of “boo”ing sounded by the stage. “Aw, c’mon Claire! Megan’s gonna work the pole again soon!” “Hey!” the offended party chimed, giving her friend a playful smack on the arm. One of the men in the group (a sturdy guy with gauges and an eyebrow piercing) tried to pull the parting friend back, but she stepped back, holding her hands up, shaking her head with an apologetic smile. She was a pretty blonde (a naturally pale blonde, too), her soft curls hanging just below the chin. The backless halter top she was wearing was cut well below the breast line in the front, the fabric thin and almost silky. Not to mention the five inch black velvet stilettos; she had to be as tall as him in those! Paired with the tight skinny jeans she was wearing…he could probably bet money on her wearing a thong. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know how to make a Long Island iced tea, would you?” “I feel obligated to ask how much you’ve already drank.” She grinned as she leaned against the counter. “I can handle it, honey.” “Well, suit yourself,” he mumbled, pulling out a glass. “Not like you haven’t already had two mojitos and five shots of tequila.” “And yet I can still feel my feet,” she returned sarcastically, two clunks on the floor soundly finishing her complaint. “In all honesty, I’ve only had one drink. The first mojito.” “Really?” “Yeah. Not a huge fan of tequila.” “What about…?” “Got pulled away from my drink,” she leaned closer to his face, “and one of the guys that came with us has been staring me down since we arrived,” she said in a hushed tone. Friedrich leaned over to the side to look past her. “The guy that tried to pull you back,” he replied. She nodded. “I just don’t trust him. Been drugged before, not risking it again.” That was a surprise. “Popular girl, eh?” She scoffed. “They just don’t like that I say no, so they figure drugging me is better.” Yeah, I’ve been there before. They remained silent while he finished her drink. Her eyes look incredible, he thought to himself, noticing the dark brown irises look almost black in the dim lighting; the blue neon and black lights made her eyes glitter, giving the dark pools a sort of enigmatic charm. “So,” he started, sliding the finished drink to her, “you have a name?” Lifting the drink to take a sip, she smiled. “Do you?” “I asked first” She smiled behind the rim of the glass. “Clara. And you, Mister Foreigner?” “Excuse me?” “Your accent. German, right? Sounds Northern.” “Y…yes. How did you know?” he asked, once again taken by surprise. Clara shrugged a shoulder. “I lived in Germany for two and a half years. In, ah, Bremen.” He couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his face. “Incredible. What on earth were you doing out there?” “Culinary school, if you can believe it.” She gestured at her outfit. “I lived in Hamburg for six months before moving to Bremen. Worked as a waitress.” “And now you’re here.” Clara huffed, dropping her chin into her hand. “Yep. Here.” Friedrich folded his arms, cocking his head to the side. “What she asked, amused confusion in the question. “I’ve got it.” “Got what?” “You’re from some semi-rich family,” he began, unfolding his arms to place his hands on the bar, “East Coast or something. Didn’t like Mommy nagging you about your future, so you used Daddy’s money to get into culinary school abroad. Got bored with Hamburg after a month or so, but stuck it out another few months before moving to some boarding house in Bremen. Came back to the states against your will, bored and lonely.” Clara’s eyes slit, a look of serious concentration on her face. “You tried going back to school, but couldn’t force yourself to do it. So now you’re sitting at a bar, alone, wearing an outfit that probably isn’t yours, flirting with the bartender. Why, I don’t know, but hey. I won’t complain.” A smile crept slowly across her face. “You ran away,” she countered, biting her lip. “Most of your siblings are married or have good careers, leaving you the odd one out. You took a ship here, cause planes are terrible for proper human interaction, and you’re a perfect little social butterfly. You have something of a vintage charm, but it’s never been enough to get you by, so you settle for the Sensitive Artisan by day, and the Casino Bartender by night. I bet you have a bottle of whiskey twice your age sitting at home so people think you’re sophisticated.” “And you have a secret stash of port and milano cookies.” She laughed, finishing off her drink. I’d pay money to hear that laugh again… “Well? Was I right at all?” she giggled. Friedrich couldn’t help but nod. “Yes, I did come on a boat, and yes, my siblings have their shit together. I came on a boat because airplanes make me skittish, and I read for most of the trip. I do, in fact, own a 40 year old scotch, and I certainly wouldn’t call myself an artisan.” “What about the vintage thing?” “I’ve mostly been called ‘old-fashioned’, but you’re right.” They both chuckled, Clara fidgeting with the empty glass in her hand. “I’m not from a rich anything, but I am from the coast. I wanted to go to culinary school, but Hamburg wasn’t really working for me, so I left. I did get called back, but it was after my dad got sick of sending me money. You’re half right about my outfit, and my secret stash is milanos and peppermint schnapps.” She grinned. “Also, I’m flirting with the bartender because he’s quite handsome, and the charming compliment was sincere. If only he’d tell me his name.” Incredible. “Fritz. And I’m wondering if you wanna get out of this party and actually have a good time?”

Clara woke up to a pounding headache. Good god, how much did I drink last night…? She sat up slowly, yanking the covers up when she remembered she was naked. Wait…why… She saw the backpack by the bathroom door. Riiiight…the bartender from the party. Is he still here? Turning on her phone, the lock screen read 8am. The next day. Did we actually fall asleep together last night? She saw a soft light coming from the bathroom. Getting out of bed, Clara tiptoed to the bathroom, knocking quietly on the door. “Friedrich?” The door cracked open. Friedrich gave her a sleepy smile. Oh, don’t be cute, that’s not fair. “Hey Claire. Did I wake you up?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. She shook her head. “No, no, you’re fine! How long have you been up?” “Not long, I just woke up. You got a headache too?” “Ugh, yes.” He chuckled quietly, opening the door further. “I was actually gonna take a shower. Care to join?” “I’d like that!” Stepping into the bathroom, she noticed a small night light plugged into the wall. “Really?” she asked, pointing at it. Fritz nodded. “I find they suit morning after hangovers quite well.” That makes sense. “Do you usually stay overnight in people’s hotel room?” He paused as he turned to face the shower. “No,” he replied, his voice almost inaudible. Clara kept her mouth shut; clearly this wasn’t normal for him. “I, uh, generally take pretty hot showers.” “Hot sounds perfect.” Clara stepped into the tub, closing her eyes and sighing as the hot water ran over her body. She turned to face Fritz as she heard him enter behind her. “The only thing that could make this better is scented candles. “Would you make fun of me if I told you I had some at home?” “Shut up. You do?” Friedrich smiled, moving in closer to get under the water himself. “Seaside scents and such.” He sighed, his smile dropping a touch. “I get homesick sometimes. It helps, in it’s own way.” Clara nodded, remembering all too well when she did similar things. “Sometimes…I’ll make German street food when I’m upset.” Friedrich looked down, raising an eyebrow. “Why?” “I just…I miss Germany, you know? It felt like home.” Clara looked at her feet. “Your accent gets thicker when you drink, you know.” “Or when I stop trying to hide it,” he answered, letting his accent flow freely now. “I like it…” In the dim light, she could have sworn he was blushing. Clara turned to face him, draping her arms over his shoulders. He has beautiful eyes. Fritz brought his hands up, gently stroking up and down her waist. And such a radiant smile. They interchanged looking into each other’s eyes…and looking at each other’s lips. I wonder… Clara leaned forward. Friedrich met her halfway. He still tastes like whiskey… The water was cold by the time they finished.

“Clara! You almost ready? We gotta go soon!” Clara groaned against Friedrich’s mouth. “I think you’re being summoned,” he murmured against her lips, smiling broadly. “So stupid.” “Good thing you already packed.” Clara smiled, shaking her head. “If only I’d left out some decent clothes,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss the bites along Fritz’s collarbone. He made an approving hum. “You’ll never be able to leave at this rate.” Clara stopped suddenly. “Maybe I don’t want to…” The silence between them was deafening. “Well, maybe-” “Clara!” “Take my henley.” “What?” She tried to protest, but he’d already put his shirt over her head. “It’s alright, I keep an undershirt in my bag.” He stood, making his way to his backpack. His shirt smells like Old Spice… “You want me to let them in?” he asked as another knock sounded on the door. “Might as well.” Lonnie’s jaw dropped at the sight of him. “It’s alright, Lonnie. He doesn’t bite.” “Clearly you do,” Sophie grumbled, stepping into view. Poor girl was wearing sunglasses and rubbing her temples. “Yeah, they’re really something!” Fritz beamed, brushing his fingers across the various bites and bruises. Clara rolled her eyes. “Hey, if you’re gonna show off, think you could show off how well you can carry shoes? Cause I’m not walking in those things all day.” Clara and Fritz hung behind the rest of the group as they made their way to the elevator. “So…what now?” “I’m gonna go back home…” “And?” They started at each other, stopping in the middle of the hallway. “Claire…?” “Yeah…?” What the hell is happening…? “Ahem.” They turned to face Lonnie, the tension between them breaking. “You two coming or what? I mean, I don’t know what he plans on doing today, but I know we’ve got a plane to catch.” Clara blinked, her shoulders dropping. “Right. Home.” “Right…” Friedrich mirrored, his mood abruptly becoming sober. The elevator ride was spent in awkward silence. They didn’t speak as Clara checked out, either. “Well…if you’re ever back in Vegas, look me up,” Fritz finally said, extending his hand. Clara took his hand, shaking it after a time. “I will…” He smiled sadly, chuckling softly at the drawn out handshake. Clara nodded, finally letting go. Her heart was hammering in her chest. After handing her her shoes, they parted ways without another word…

-2 weeks later-

“Hey, you’ve been in there for a while. Is everything okay?” Clara looked up from the pregnancy test in her hand. Wiping her eyes off, she buried the little plastic stick in the trash. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

[assbuttyourlife]

When We Were Young - Chapter Seven

Pairing : Misha/OFC

Warnings : Fire, trauma, PTSD, family members’ death (including child), therapy, flashbacks (not in every chapter), injuries, cheating. Long fic. Angst, fluff. Smut will come later in the story (but there is a bit of implied smut in this chapter).

Words : 4303

Summary : After her grandmother’s funeral, Lily must return to the place she lived in when she was young and has to confront the ghosts of her past. She will run into an old friend that she thought was lost forever. 

Note : Sorry if there are mistakes, this chapter was not beta’d. (If you wanna help me I’ll be glad as english is not my native language)

Also Vicki is mentioned in this chapter, so I’ll say it again : I truly respect Misha and his family, this is just a fiction.

CHAPTER 7 – BAGGAGES.

Peter waited a few seconds for her to say something, but when she didn't he stepped forward.

“Can I come in?”

“No. I have nothing to tell you and this isn't a good time.”

“Why?”

When Lily didn't answer and he heard glass clinging inside her apartment, Peter understood she may not be alone, so he rushed inside.

“Is someone with you?”

“NO! … Actually yes but-”

She stopped when the two men stared at each other, standing quietly in the center of the living room. Misha was surprised when he saw the tall dark blond man coming in Lily's apartment, as he expected to see Katie. Lily didn't know what to do, should she say something? It was quite intimidating to see them both like that. Misha wasn't small and he was well built, but Peter was even taller and had larger shoulders. He also had quite a jealous temper and she knew exactly what he was thinking right now.

Misha decided to break the ice and extended his hand, ready to welcome their unexpected stranger guest even if he just wished to be alone with Lily.

Peter ignored him completely and turned to Lily. Rude!

“I see you didn't waste any time!”

“Are you freaking serious right now? You've got some balls to come here after what you did and accuse me! We broke up, Peter, I told you it's over and I don't have to justify myself to you about anything. I can forgive a lot of things, but not cheating. Please, leave.”

Ah... so ex-boyfriend (or husband?). Misha could feel anger slowly growing inside of him when he thought that guy hurt her.

“Lily, is everything okay?” He dared asking.

Peter's eyes darkened, full of rage, when he turned to look at Misha.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here with her?”

“Peter, that's enough!” Lily stepped in front of her ex-boyfriend and put her hands on his chest, trying to hold him back. She knew how jealous he could be, and she really didn't want this to happen tonight.

“Like I said, it is not a good time. Can we do this tomorrow? I promise I won't run. Just... Not now, please.”

She knew he couldn't resist her pleading tone, but she silently prayed for Misha to stay quiet, because she also knew if he opened his mouth again, Peter would make a fuss.

He looked at her in the eyes.

“Who is he?”

“An old friend, nothing more. I'll explain tomorrow. Just go. Please, Peter... Don't make things complicated, I'm begging you.”

Luckily, Misha didn't make a sound, he was just standing on his spot frowning at the man. Lily slowly led him back to the front door.

“Come back tomorrow. We'll talk.” She said coldly. She really didn't want to talk to him after what he did, but if it could make him leave now, she was willing to try it. At least it would give him the occasion to take his things back and go for good.

“Lily... You know I love you right? You know I never wanted this!”

As good as it felt to hear him say he still loved her, and as much as she wanted to say it back, she had to bite her tongue to not yell at him. How could he dare saying that to her after cheating on her? He fucked a woman but didn't want it? How ridiculous was that? She felt like she could slap him right now, but she took a deep breath instead.

“I know. We'll talk tomorrow. Goodnight, Peter.”

She kissed his cheek, nicely pushed him outside and closed the door before leaning against it. She deeply sighed when she looked in the peephole and saw he was gone. That was close.

She went back to the living room where she found Misha still standing in front on the fireplace, a questioning look on his face.

“Ex-boyfriend?”

“Yeah... We broke up last week after I found him in bed with another woman.”

He scoffed. “Classy!”

They sat back on the sofa and she explained everything.

She met Peter ten years ago in a nightclub. He was a nice guy and a really good person, they danced, they drank, they had fun, and she liked him a lot, but she hadn't want any commitment at the time, so they just dated when they were bored, lonely or horny. Two years later they couldn't deny the feelings they had for each other despite how hard they tried, so they decided to have a real relationship. They still lived in separate places though, but Peter spent most of his time in Lily's apartment.

And last week, after coming back home from her grandma's funeral, he didn't hear her entering the apartment, and when Lily heard female moans coming from her bedroom, she went to check and saw Hayley on top of him, completely naked, enjoying herself.

And he has the balls to say he didn't want it.

He tried to explain and justify himself, but there was nothing he could say to fix this. She felt dirty and betrayed. She knew she couldn't trust him anymore. They yelled at each other, she threw some of his clothes in a suitcase and slammed him out of her life. Katie was here to pick up the pieces of her broken heart, as usual, but the wound was still open.

“I really have a thing to pick the worst boyfriends ever. It's a gift.” She commented sarcastically, finishing her third glass of mojito.

“Thank you very much...” Misha replied looking at his laps, almost vexed.

Lily slammed a hand on her mouth and laughed, realizing her mistake.

“God I'm sorry, it's the alcohol... Excluding you of course.”

Misha suddenly had doubts, remembering their time together. It wasn't a picnic every day and they had some issues like every couple, especially because they were still young and had such different families and backgrounds, but he thought they were good together... They always were so confident about their feelings for each other, probably because they started as very good friends when they were just kids, so the base of their relationship was already strong. But what if he was a jerk and didn't even know it? What if she thought he was lame and never told him because she realized it after she dated other guys?

“Would you tell me? I mean... If I was a bad boyfriend...”

Now that was ridiculous. Lily gave him a soft smile, realizing he may seem strong and confident today, but he obviously still had some trust issues. Overthinking was his specialty when he was young, and it got him in trouble a few times.

Lily had never dated someone like Misha ever again though. She didn’t know what it was exactly, but he had something special that she never was able to find again in any other men.

Her mind wandered and she suddenly remembered her sixteenth birthday.

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June 9th 1990 – Northfield CT.

“Happy birthday.” Misha said, kissing her lips softly.

There were cuddling on her queen size canopy bed, it was late on a sunny and warm Sunday afternoon.

Lily had the larger room of the farm, situated in the tower's attic. The ceiling was high, which allowed her to suspend white veils to make a canopy above her bed, with a lot of lights. It was a bit kitschy, but she always wanted it and she hated being in the dark, so the little lights were always on, floating above her bed like fireflies. On the wall, just above her pillows, she hung the dream-catcher her grandfather made for her when she was little.

She had turned sixteen today, and she couldn't be happier, her heart exploding with all the love she felt for the guy next to her.

“Thank you.”

She kissed him back, letting her hand travel up along his bare arm to grip on his blond hair. She deepened the kiss and pushed her tongue through his lips, exploring his mouth hungrily.

She couldn't get enough of him, she needed to feel him love her again. She hooked one leg around his waist and started grinding her hips against his thigh. She heard him grunt inside her mouth, and he broke the kiss, staying only inches from her lips, breathing her air.

“You really do know how to drive me crazy, don't you?”

“Shut... up.” she laid a quick peck on his luscious lips between the two words and reached for his waistband, trying to unzip his jeans.

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, on her pillow, making her gasp from excitement.

“God, Lily, you're getting good at that... But as much as I want this too right now, we need to go.”

She whined, desperately swaying her body under his.

“Please Misha... Let's just say it's my birthday present.”

He kissed her lips quickly once more.

“You can have that present later. Promise. I have something to show you first.” He let her wrists go.

That picked her curiosity for sure.

“What is it?”

“Well... your actual birthday present. Follow me.”

He grabbed her hand and they climbed down the tower stairs, rushing outside.

“Moooom! Lily and Misha are leaving!!!” They heard Ryan whining from the kitchen.

They stopped in their track and turned around to face him.

“You little weasel!” Lily spat to her little brother, squinting her eyes.

Mary went to check outside, an open recipe book in her hand and flour all over her apron.

“Where are you two going?” she softly asked her daughter.

“I wish I could tell you, mom, but apparently it's a surprise.”

Mary observed Misha suspiciously when Rebecca’s head popped behind her shoulder.

“I asked Misha to go get some strawberries for the pie; they're just going in the orchard. They won't be long.” She winked at Lily who tried her best to stay serious.

“Alright... Birthday dinner in an hour. I cooked, so don't be late.”

“Sure! Thanks mom!”

She could always count on Rebecca to ease the situation. She was such a cool and understanding mom, always taking Lily’s side when it came to flirting with her son. Mary wasn’t against the idea of them flirting, but she was far from imagining what was actually going on between them. She would be pissed if she knew they had a more mature relationship. Mary was born in a very religious family, praising no sex before marriage… If she knew that Misha was sneaking into Lily’s room every night, she probably would lock her daughter for the rest of her life.

Misha started running again, pulling Lily with him by the hand. They ran all across the domain until they reached the pond. Lily was out of breath, she hated running.

“A heart attack? That's your birthday present?”

Misha laughed softly.

“Running is good for health, you'll thank me later.”

“I sure will...” she raised a meaningful eyebrow.

“Your present is on the willow tree. Find it.”

Lily glanced at Misha and went to scan the tree, still out of breath, and saw nothing. How was she supposed to see something on such a huge tree among all those leaves anyway?

“Okay... You lost me. I can't see anything unusual.”

“You have to look at the back of the trunk, you lazy ass!”

She frowned and walked behind the tree, and she stopped dead when she saw the words 'Will you marry me?' carved in the trunk.

Misha walked towards her, leaned against the tree and took her hand. She didn’t know what to say, or how to react. Her mouth was just hanging open but no words could escape.

“I literally have nothing to offer, I can't even give you a nice ring, but I love you, I have plans, and I'd love to share them with you forever, if you want to.”

She was speechless, she didn't expect that a second. They'd never talked about such a huge commitment. Misha was moving a lot with his family, so she never thought he was the kind of guy to think about marriage, especially so early.

She didn't care about all the things he could buy her or not, she loved him too and that was enough for her. He knew how to make her happy and that was the most important thing. Nothing could ever change that, and she suddenly thought about how perfect life would be if they could be together forever.

“I… I didn’t expect that.”

“I know… Last time I left with mom and Sasha was torture, and I surprised myself thinking about a life where I wouldn’t have to leave you constantly. That’s when I understood what I had to do.”

She looked at him with shiny eyes, deeply touched by the fact that he felt the same as she did. She hated being away from him too, she felt incomplete when he was far.

When Misha saw she wasn’t saying anything, he started doubting about his idea, thinking that maybe it was too much for her, but he didn’t show his fear. It felt so perfect in his mind that he never thought she could actually not say yes…

“Misha… we’re sixteen.”

“Yes, I know how old we are, thank you. I’m not saying we should do it right now. I just want to know if the idea of spending our life together is as mush appealing to you as it is to me. We can wait after we graduate from college and have a job, but I want to make sure you won’t just… go away from me.”

But what if she wanted someone better? What if she wanted a rich man who could take care of her and offer anything she wanted? What if she was ashamed of being with someone like him?

His hand started to moisten so he suddenly let go of hers.

“I… I will understand if you don’t want to.”

He looked down at his feet and her heart broke a little when she realized he was scared because of her hesitation.

“My mom is going to have a heart attack...”

She pressed her hand on her mouth, giggled, and a single tear fell from her eye.

Misha looked up and his face lightened when he saw the happy expression on her face.

He chuckled, relieved to see she was starting to consider the idea, and amused because she was definitely right about her mother.

“Is that a yes?”

She threw her arms around him and kissed him tenderly.

“Yes.”

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Lily looked at Misha and had trouble realizing that the man facing her was the same that proposed to her twenty two years ago. How fragile life can be… who would’ve thought they would be here today? They were supposed to spend their life together, and now they were basically total strangers.

“You were not a bad boyfriend, Misha, I swear. I wouldn't have said yes if you were.”

She remembered that day, near the willow tree, and her heart clenched. They were still facing each other on the sofa.

He smiled, remembering too, his chest constricting when he thought he married someone else and she didn’t even know yet.

“I hope so.”

They never had the occasion to tell anyone about their plan to get married, they were torn apart a couple weeks later, and now that she thought about it, it was probably a good thing. Her mother would have definitely had a heart attack. She knew about them dating because she surprised them kissing one day, and she was smart enough to notice when two people were in love, but she didn't know much more, and Lily doubted she was ready to hear it.

They didn't plan anything, they were way too young, but when they used to talk about it, they always used to say they would get married after college. Misha wanted to go to law school first, and start a political career “to change a few things in the world”, and Lily wanted to be a professional dancer at that point. They both chose another direction after all.

“Do you know someone burnt your carved proposal in the willow tree?” She remembered last weekend when she broke down crying at the pond.

“I know... I did it.” Misha looked down at his feet, almost ashamed of himself.

“What? Why?”

“I used to go back there every year, on June 30th, like an anniversary if you want. I used to go to the cemetery to your family’s grave, and then at the farm.”

Once again, Lily thought fate was a bitch. If they had carved each family member’s first names on that grave, he would’ve seen her name wasn’t on it, and he would probably have kept searching for her.

“I did that for five years. The fifth year, I went there after I graduated, and I remembered we used to say we would get married around that time, and I totally lost it. I went to the tree and I was so mad that I wanted to tear it down, but of course it was impossible… so I just burnt the carving with my tiny lighter. It took forever and I burnt my fingers a few times, plus that was stupid because I was already dating Vicki, but I just wanted to make it disappear. I never went back in Northfield after that.”

“Vicki?” She tilted her head.

Damn it! Well done Misha.

He hadn't plan to drop it just like that. Why was he feeling so bad about this? He had nothing to feel guilty about, he thought she was dead, he had to move on, right? She did the same after all.

He couldn't take it back though, it was time to tell her, so he just admitted it directly.

“She's my wife... I'm married.”

Oh.

She straightened a little on the sofa and put her feet on it, folded her legs and hugged her knees, but she stayed quiet and her expressionless face was making him feel even more uncomfortable.

She expected him to have a girlfriend or something, but she couldn't deny the tiny sting she felt in her chest at that moment. It wasn't jealousy or anything, she did not have those feelings for him anymore, but she was just … surprised, she guessed.

Since she still wasn’t saying anything, Misha decided he would drop the last part too, at least she would know everything after that and his conscience would be clean.

“We have two kids.”

Damn... How come it never crossed her mind that he could be a father too? That’s what normal people do, right? Probably because she never had children herself.

She played it cool, she actually was a bit curious about this.

“Oh... How old are they?”

“West is two and a half and Maison is eight months old.”

She was a bit startled, but she thought he must be a great father. He never really had his father around and she knew it was something that made him sad, so she supposed he was doing everything to avoid this situation with his own children.

“West and Mason...” She tested the names.

“Yes... Maison spelled like... the French word for home.”

She smiled weakly.

“That's poetic. I like it! How long have you been married? How did you meet her?”

Come on Lily you sound like it's an examination!

“It's been almost twelve years. We umm... we met in high-school.”

Wait... what?

Misha was with HER when he was in high-school, how was that possible? Was Vicki someone who went to school with them? Was he cheating on her too???

“In high-school? Do I know her?” she asked innocently, trying to hide her discomfort.

“No, you don't. We moved to another state after we found out you were all gone. I met her in my senior high-school year.”

Oh right, they didn't finished high-school when it happened.

“Ah.” That was actually a relief. She couldn't really picture him with any of her old female classmate.

There was still something bothering her though...

“So you started dating her in high-school?”

That was a little... upsetting. Lily wondered how he could have been so fast to move on. It took her years to be able to start a new serious relationship. Maybe she was just a pathetic romantic woman and thought their relationship meant more than it actually did.

“Not as soon as I met her. But yeah... I found her... intriguing. You'll probably understand when you meet her.” He laughed and kept looking nervously at his fingers. He still didn’t know why, and it was stupid, but he felt like he had to justify himself.

“I was honest with her, I told her about you and she understood. And I knew I needed to move on so... By the end of the year we were dating.” He looked at Lily, hoping that he didn't sound like a total jerk, but was soon relieved when he saw her smile.

“Do you have pictures? You can't just throw a bomb like that and not show me.”

He scoffed and reached for his phone in his pocket, searched for a picture where they were all three on it and handed her his phone.

“God, your son is super cute!” He saw her smile widening and knew she was sincere.

“Of course he is, he looks like his dad!”

She handed his phone back.

“Where are they right now?”

“Vancouver.”

“Why didn't you bring them with you?”

“Because I needed to do this alone... I needed to be sure everything was fine before involving them.”

“Everything is perfectly fine with me at least.”

He didn't say anything for a few seconds; he just frowned and looked at his knees absentmindedly. Something was obviously bothering him.

“Isn't it fine with you?” She pressed, suddenly a bit worried.

Still nothing... He looked at her like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words, and that made her worry even more.

“Misha, what is it?”

“Did I mess this up?”

Uh?

“Did I move too early and missed the occasion to be with you like we planned to? You came back to the farm and I could’ve been here but I left… again.”

Lily fidgeted uncomfortably on the sofa. That was a weird question; he wasn’t supposed to feel guilty for anything, especially not because he moved on and found happiness!

“No! Misha no... It was just… fate, I guess? I left for France right after they were done with me at the hospital. You couldn't have crossed my way. The moment they told us no one survived was the end, we only got back to the farm like... two minutes at the end of the main road, just to say goodbye, and then I stayed in France for twelve years.”

He tilted his head and smirked.

“You lived in Europe?”

“Yep. Grandma had a good friend in Nice and she decided to move there because it was just too hard for her and for me to stay in Northfield among the memories of our lost family. She knew I needed to start over or I would lose my mind. She needed it too.”

“So, you... speak French?”

“Oui Monsieur... Et couramment s'il vous plaît!” she winked.

“Holy shit that's kinda sexy! I didn't know! You ate baguettes and stinky cheese and you kissed people to say hello for twelve fucking years?”

She burst out laughing.

“You have no idea how scared I was the first time someone kissed me like that... Like, ew what do you want? Get the hell away from me!”

“I wanna know everything. I'm serious.” Misha pointed his index finger at her.

They spent almost the whole night sitting on the sofa, talking about their lives.

Lily was so happy he made things so easy. It didn't feel awkward at all, it was like seeing an old friend after a few weeks being apart, not twenty-two years!

She talked about her experience in France, they laughed a lot at all the silly things that happened to her there because of culture shock. She explained how she met Katie, how they became like sisters, how they fought to be the best at what they did to be able to work at the Seattle Symphony today. Then she told him a bit about her job.

Misha talked about how he ended up being an actor, and about his family.

They exchanged pictures, they laughed, they cried, and it felt good. It felt like home again.

Misha left at 5.30 am, exhausted but satisfied and happy. He couldn't stay longer; he had a convention to attend on the weekend. He promised to call her, Lily thanked him, they hugged and it was done.

They still had a lot to learn about each other, they couldn't catch up on two decades in one night, but they were both happy to have found each other back. That night, when Lily went to bed, she felt complete again.

[imaginethatsj]

Daniel Andre Tande imagine - She is a planer

Draft: You and Daniel are very good friends who might become something more.

After the season ending in Planica almost every ski jumper wanted a getaway from the media and being asked about the same question about Peter Prevc and his dominance in season 2015/2016. Your very good Norwegian friend Daniel Andre Tande organised a gathering of his friends in Norway since he hasn’t seen them in a long time. So that’s why I was waiting in line in the airport to check in and fly to Norway. As always when I travel at the security check it beeped when I walked through because I forgot to remove your watch. Classic. “Miss, I am going to ask you to step aside please.” – “Okay.” He scanned me and it beeped where my watch was and then I was let go. From then on everything went smoothly. As Daniel and myself have decided he came to pick me up since it was only my third time in Norway. My suitcase arrived and my eyes were searching the room to find familiar blond head as I was slowly heading towards the exit. He appeared and it seems like he was running late as he was frantically searching the room for me. He brought a smile on my lips and I left him in that state for a few seconds until I spoke: “Looking for me?”. He turned his head and sighed in relief. “Sorry I’m being late but you know me, always late.” He laughed as he went for a hug which I kindly and happily returned. It’s been too long since we saw each other. Not so long as usual but I still wouldn’t reject a hug. We haven’t known each other for a really long time, maybe for a year. But in that time we really clicked and connected and I couldn’t ask for more. Of course since we were both single everybody assumed we were an item and just hiding behind this whole “we’re-just-friends” act. But they were wrong. Since his break up with his long-time girlfriend he was not looking for a partner instead, he focused more on his career. We actually met approximately two weeks before the split and he never mentioned any girl or going on a date. We headed towards his car and I realised that the weather here is so much colder than I thought it was going to be. “You cold? Still haven’t realised you have to wear twice the amount of clothes that you think you do here in Norway?” – “Don’t make fun of me. It’s not my fault you live almost in the North Pole.” He simply shrugged and moved his arm around me like he wanted to keep me worm. “How do you manage to not freeze when you wear freaking slippers?” – “I am used to this kind a weather. I’ve lived here my whole life; you get used to the cold.” We got to his car and I put my things in the car as fast as I could and jumped in my seat hoping the temperature inside the car would be warmer. And it was, since he was running late and it wasn’t too long ago since he arrived. During the drive we talked about everything that has happened in the meantime. We also sang quite a few songs since we both like to sing in the car.

When we arrived at his house some of his friends were already there hanging out in the backyard enjoying the sun that is very rare there. Until I brought my things up to where I was sleeping, unpacked and quickly refreshed myself the picnic in the backyard was already in the full swing. I went down to meet them and some of the people I already knew, some of them I saw for the first time.  “(Y/N) there you are, been waiting for you to finally come outside.” Daniel half shouted. “Well I didn’t really take so long but anyways here I am. Finally!” – “Let me get you something to drink, let me guess – virgin mojito as you like to call it.” He emphasized on the word virgin since he knows I don’t really drink alcohol. Even though he is only two years older than me he acts like I’m a child. He stupidly grinds as he hands me the drink. “Well thank you, kind sir.”- “You’re welcome my lady.” Right after that I couldn’t hold my laughter anymore. We exchanged some words but then he was dragged somewhere else and I looked around trying to decide what to do with myself. I started to become a bit tired and sleepy but didn’t want to go to bed yet. I went inside to get something to eat since the food bar was inside and there I found Daniel’s sister Ida. We chatted for what it seemed for 15 minutes but it really was hours and when I looked at the time I instantly got so tired that I decided to go to sleep. I went outside where I looked for Daniel and went to tell him that I’m going to sleep. When he looked at me I knew he drank a bit too much of alcohol but that didn’t bother me since I knew he worked really hard the past season and he knows his limits. “Daniel, I’m going to bed.” – “oh, so early?” – “Well, it is almost midnight and I’ve been up since 6 in the morning. Good night and don’t do something stupid eye!” I joked. “Good night and I’m always smart with my decisions. Sleep tight.” I said good night to everyone and realized they are much more smashed than Daniel is. Quickly I headed to my room, brushed my teeth and went to sleep.

For a day or two we just stayed at home and chilled and then we went to town. Daniel took me to a lot of places nearby. We went for a lunch with some of his friends and then for some drinks afterwards. Suddenly the topic became the dinner that Norwegian ski association is hosting for ski jumpers and alpine skiers. Almost everyone is bringing their plus one and Daniel as usual totally forgot about it and will get everything last minute. “Guys don’t worry; I still have more than a week till the dinner. Don’t panic.” Daniel tried to calm everyone since they were more ecstatic about the dinner than Daniel is. Which was nothing new since Daniel never really took so much thought into one dinner appearance. “And so what, I’m probably not going to be the only one without a date.” – “I still can’t believe you have been single for a year when all of the girls are crazy about you” one of his friends pointed it out and we all laughed since it was true. Everywhere Daniel goes girls almost melt looking at him.

Don’t think I never thought he doesn’t look hot because I did. It was quite a few times when we were hanging out and he just changed his shirt or pants and I didn’t know where to look. I am the king of girl that blushes very quickly and pretty noticeable. I remember the first time it happened. He wanted to go to the spa since he had a little break from training and he wanted to take me with him. “What? Now? N-No, I don’t have my... I don’t have my swimming suit with me so no. You can go and I can go shopping or something.” – “Oh don’t be ridiculous, we’ll go to the shop, you’ll pick something and then we’ll go. It’ll be fun, trust me (Y/N).” – “But Daniel, Danny...” I tried my nickname for him, I tried my puppy face – which always works. But this time it didn’t. So we were off to the mall, picked something out and then we headed to the spa. First let me tell you I hate it when someone buys me stuff. He insisted to buy me the swimsuit, and now he distracted me while he bought the tickets. And he knows how I hate it but he still does it. When he took off his clothes I took a double look and he caught me. Instantly I became red like a tomato. He grinned to me saying “like what you see?” to which my blush only became bigger, if that was even possible. I looked away and he started to laugh. “Not funny. I told you we shouldn’t go here. And now you’re making fun of me. Really nice of you.” – “You’re right, sorry.” He laughed again and then we just changed the topic and went to have some fun in the pool and in the jacuzzi. It happened quite a few times after that time but every time he made a smaller deal of it until we both became used to it.  

“(Y/N) when are you going back?”. This broke me out of my thoughts. “Excuse me?” “When are you going back?” Daniel asked me. We were now just chilling in his living room, watching some film while both having cats in our laps. “On the 10th. Why?” – “I was just thinking maybe I could bring you as my plus one to that dinner if you would still be here but the dinner is on the 12th.” – “Oh, you should have told me that before and I could book another flight.” – “You know me, always arranging everything last minute.” – “Yes, I know and I don’t like that about you.” – “You’ve told me that before yes. You like to be prepared and to plan everything out but then something comes up and it messes your plan and you go crazy. It doesn’t get like that with me, you know.” He laughed. He was right. I like to plan as much as I can. That’s just how I am. And he is the complete opposite of me. But we get along greatly I must say. We meet each other in the middle some would say.

Later in the day we were having dinner and his sister and then his mother had an excellent idea. “(Y/N), why don’t you cancel your flight and stay a few days more here and you can attend the big dinner.” I took a moment to think about it but Daniel spoke “Mum, she can’t just stay because of the dinner, she probably has important things back home.” – “Well there is nothing wrong with asking, or there is?” She looked at me and then moved her gaze to Daniel. “Well actually I could stay for a few days longer but I just have to inform my family. I don’t think it’s going to be a problem. That’s if you want me to Daniel.” I looked at him and the second he looked at me said: “Then you’re staying!” He smiled and so did I.  “Oh god, what will I wear?” I remembered as my planning side came out. “I don’t have any suitable shoes with me, or even a dress. Oh god. You have a tuxedo right?” Words just flooded right out of my mouth. I guess they could sense the slight panic that I was going through. His mom tried to calm me down “(Y/N), you don’t have to worry it will all work out, I promise you.” – “Mom, that’s just who she is, walking, living planner.” I looked at Daniel trying to be serious but just couldn’t hide my smile for very long. I went back to eating my dinner and Tande family started to talk in Norwegian about something I absolutely didn’t understand. Problems with having good friends abroad. But I didn’t mind it one bit.

(I have in mind how I want to develop this story and if it would be one part it would be simply too long. So let me tell you there is going to be part 2.)

Part two

[jojokhaleesi]

Day 8/9ish

Wifi still not fixed lmao

Just stepped out of my freezing cold shower bc my roomie used all the hot water (not accusing her of shit just saying). So I am sitting here in my towel waiting to re -enter the shower bc I could not handle that shit. It is 44 degrees so ya call me crazy but I can’t shower with that coldness. 

So yesterday: We had more orientation stuff and then after we were free to do whatever! So I went with a few girls to get our data (FINALLY) and then we got lunch and shopped a little. It was really fun, we went to this Italian place and ate and talked for 2 hours!! And it was cheap af!! so yay. I like that they don’t rush you here and that drinking during the day is normal and chill. Which leads me to my next point...

Idk if I am going to drink that much!! (Yeah right, I know). But seriously. Last night I had a shit ton of anxiety when I got home, and then more anxiety this morning. I think until I’m 100% comfortable I should just chill out for a little. I think I thought I was chilling and then after last night I was like hahah yeah nope. I didn’t blog bc I don’t want this to be a whole fucking blog just about him!! It’s incredibly frustrating that all of these feelings and emotions are coming now that I am here, but I need to cope/deal. My dreams are incredibly fucking vivid and definitely depict my deepest fears. Like the other night was me hooking up with someone in AEPi and then all of E’s alpha phi friends like harassing and roasting me. Which is a fear of mine: him telling them what I did and them being like yeah fuck her she is a terrible person! It’s insane. I told mc about the situation and she was like you didn’t cheat and all of my friends say I didn’t yet just because he said it I believe it. I really want to be able to just control my own emotions and not get anxiety or judge myself based on someone else’s opinion about a situation. Like I need to think about this.. If I let myself be affected by someone else’s opinion every time I do something, I will probably never do anything for me. So fuck that shit. I am #realizingthings but I think it will just continue to take time. 

So annoyed I would put a gif there or something but it’s honestly not worth it with the wifi. I might go in the main room and try to put something in there.... so we shall see. 

But yeah tonight I am not going to go out THAT LATE because we went out till 4 am last night!! It was crazy... I wasn’t tired but we just got jipped fat. Segway!! 

We met up at this hostel bar and drank with a few people, including two random Canadian guys. Who were so nice! Literally fuck American guys ahahah but seriously they were quite friendly. And we all just talked a little, and then I found another place for all of us to drink. Which ended up being really dank! It was like 14 of us in this tiny table and we had drinks (i had 2 mojitos, which is like a thing here) and talked! I bonded with Gina about having a stepfather which we both don’t really like, so that was nice. And of course we all talked about how we hate Trump, which is nice. I wonder tho if one of the guys in my program voted for Trump because he didn’t say shit. Honestly I just assume everyone has the same morals as me because all of my friends do. We were talking about how we like usc because all of our friends share our same morals. Which I agree with.

Lmao went to take a shower bc I thought the water would have warmed up but it DID NOT!! IT WAS MUCH COLDER. but I still did it cuz I needed to.

Alright back to the story. So we were there and then at like 12:50 more spainards came and they were HOT AF!! Like literally beautiful men. But they don’t usually want to talk to Americans (which I understand) so we were just like so close yet so far. We went to the bathroom together (girl bonding) and I fucking thought I lost my phone but DAB me (really just weed brain me) put it in my back pocket and I forgot lmao. Everyone was so nice though and was trying to help me find my phone!! It was so nice I was like wow people actually care. People in my program are the tits. 

Then we wanted to go to another bar or club, so we walked around and promoters offered us 8 free shots and 8 free drinks. But in reality, it was 1 free shot and 8 free drinks (1 per person) but it was still cool. We were in this bar it was completely black with colored lights and fog machines????? V interesting. But they played Spanish music and then played CLOSER BY THE CHAINSMOKERS and we were all singing and all the spain ppl were like wtf?? This one guy was like trying to grind on me but failed miserable and I was like yeah not gonna happen homie. Then we got bored and left. We went to another place and got a free HOUR of drinks which was dank. I had like 3 things of sangria and we danced, and this bar was fun af. My roomie said the dj was looking at me and I was like shit I still got it!! Also funny she was telling people in my group she was like I didn’t know Marykate was life of the party!! I was like lmaoooo. But yeah this bar had a shit ton of people and played starving by hailee stienfeld or whatever and I lost my shit cuz I love that song!! And that was fun. Then carter fucking was like hold my drink and I was like why and he proceeds to BREAK OUT IN A DANCE BATTLE WITH SOMEONE and I straight up lost my shit. This kid is hilarious and I love him! And I also love him 100% more bc he has a girlfriend. Yeah so we stayed there till like 3ish because we SUPPOSEDLY had free entrance to this club. We get there and they turn us away and were like what the fuck?? Turns out our wristbands say free entry on Sunday.... aka Americans getting scammed. I was mad, but also only spent $20 on the whole night and I drank a sufficient amount. But honestly now that I think about it that is like as much as I spend at Bacaro and I black at that shit. Should I be more fiscally conservative?? I fucking suck at this shit. It will take time. We decided to leave and took an uber home #classic bc the metros were closed, which is extremely stupid considering how late the nights go. 

ok ok I need to go because were going to a dinner and I don’t want to be late and I am currently naked with no clue what I’m wearing and my hair in a fucking towel. Going to the gay district tonight (blessed) and I will blog more later bc I don’t think I will be getting litty. 

Hasta luego <333