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wholikesbread · 4 years

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class 1-a doing a no-sleep competition!

nobody asked for this but I am here lol. so the thing is, mina decided to challenge all the class to try and stay awake for the most time when the clock hit 9 pm. the winner would get the right to brag and 50$ bucks. everyone agreed. -----------

rikido sato:

- participated just to spend quality time with his classmates

- c’mon we all know this guy is gonna be the first to fall

- too much milk and that made him sleepy

- fell asleep on the couch

- lasted about 1 hour since the challenge started (20th place)

masahirao ojiro:

- heard hagaure was gonna participate so he jumped right in

- second one to fall

- fell asleep on the dinning chair

- he had been training for a lot of time so ofc he was tired

- lasted 1 hour more than sato (19th place)

denki kaminari:

- ngl he joined just because he saw all the bakusquad joining and he didn’t wanna be left alone

- third one to fall

- he tried to use his quirk to stay awake, but that only made him more tired

- fell asleep on the floor

- lasted 30 minutes more than ojiro (18th place)

koji koda:

- joined for the 50 bucks. he could spend it on animal food or something similar for his pets.

- the fourth one to fall

- koji was trying to study, but ended up sleeping just because momo was playing a lullaby on her phone

- fell asleep on another dinning chair

- lasted 1 hour more than denki (17th place)

yuga aoyama:

- legit just wanted to brag if he won

- ended up in 16th place

- fell asleep as soon as he saw koji resting, aoyama may be loosing, but he’s loosing with a bit of dignity

- fell asleep on the middle of the living room

- lasted 15 minutes more than koji

ejiro kirishima:

- joined because he helped come up with the idea. actually he is the one offering the 50 bucks

- 15th place

- kiri went to the kitchen to find a drink, but ended up on the floor when he noticed it was comfy

- fell asleep on the kitchen, specifically on the floor

- lasted 1 hour more than aoyama

shoto todoroki:

- he considered it as a sleepover or something

- 14th place

- he told everyone he was tired and went to his dorm

- lasted 30 minutes more than kiri

momo yaoyorozu:

- she just wanted to be with her classmates

- 13th place

- her plan was to play a lullaby until everyone fell asleep, but the plan backfired

- fell asleep on another couch

- lasted 1 hour more than todoroki

tenya ida:

- joined because it was class activity and as a class rep, “he has to join” according to him

- 12th place

- there was this point where he was really tired and just brought his blanket and fell asleep

- fell asleep behind the couch

- lasted 45 minutes more than momo

kyoka jiro:

- my girl has competitive spirit I know this for a fact

- 11th place

- brought her headphones and then fell asleep with the music

- fell asleep next to momo (they’re best friends and I feel that jiro would 100% do this)

- lasted 20 minutes more than ida

mezo shoji:

- he’s probably the type to love challenges

- 10th place

- couldn’t take it anymore and went to his room

- lasted 40 minutes more than jiro

minoru mineta:

- joined to see the girls in they’re pijamas

- 9th place

- he was trying to stay awake by walking around, but he became tired and ended up sleeping on the floor

- fell on the floor

- lasted 10 minutes more than shoji

mina ashido:

- she wanted to brag

- 8th place

- im not even gonna lie here she was talking with midoriya when she suddenly just fell asleep

- fell asleep on another dinning chair

- lasted 30 minutes more than mineta

katsuki bakugo:

- it’s a challenge? we all know this man wouldn’t turn it down

- 7th place

- he was aggressively playing smash with sero and he fell asleep pressing the “a” button

- fell asleep on the floor

- lasted 20 minutes more than mina

fumikage tokoyami:

- dark shadow accepted for both of them

- 6th place

- tokoyami “went” to his room too

- fell asleep on the hallway

- lasted 10 minutes more than bakugo

izuku midoriya:

- he accepted because most of his friends were going too

- 5th place

- was outside trying to train ofa you can’t change my mind

- he fell asleep on the grass

- lasted 30 minutes more than tokoyami.

(Well dang its already 6:30 a.m on the challenge! let’s see who are our last competitors)

toru hagakure:

- accepted because she wanted to have fun

- 4th place

- hagakure was really tired to even walk, so she just walked to the nearest thing and fell asleep there

- she fell asleep on another dinning chair

- lasted 20 minutes more than midoriya

hanta sero:

- challenge with his best friends? totally down for it

- 3rd place

- he was stretching, bonked his head, and got knocked out

- fell asleep on the couch

- lasted 40 minutes more than hagakure

honorable mention: mr. aizawa

- spent all night watching his kids through the living room cameras

- honestly he would have won if he participated

- finished u.a’s coffee bags

tsuyu asui:

- she wanted the 50 bucks for a lamp on her room

- 2nd place

- she went to sleep to her room tbh

- fell asleep on her room

- lasted 20 minutes more than sero

AND OUR WINNER IS...

OCHAKO URARAKA!

- wanted those 50 bucks to buy something nice to her parents - 1st place - when she realized she won she woke up mina to claim her money - after that she went to the store - realized it was 7:50 a.m and asked herself how did she manage to stay awake a/n: writing this at 12 p.m with insomnia was fun, hope you enjoyed it too!

#my hero academia #mha headcanons #ochako uraraka #tsuyu asui #hanta sero #toru hagakure #class 1a #im writing this so late i think my brain is gonna stop functioning #izuku midoriya #fumikage tokoyami #katsuki bakugou #mina ashido #too lazy for more tags #bnha #mha

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valentines-and-frostbite · 4 years

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[Image Description: on the far left is two pictures stacked on top of one another. The top is of a thin blonde man with grey eyes, and the bottom is of a muscular man with orange hair and green eyes. Freckles adorn his cheeks and shoulder. He has multiple piercings in his ear, one on his lip, and two in his eyebrow. Next to them is a colored sketch of a strawberry blonde woman, with pointed ears, green eyes and freckles. She's wearing a black top and a pink bag strap is slung over her left shoulder. The image stops towards the middle of her chest. To the right of the sketch is two sketches of ballet poses; one has a female figure stretched towards her foot, while the other has her left arm up, her right arm extended to the side, and her left foot extended backwards. To the bottom left is a sketch of the same woman. She is leaning back, a smile on her face, a stick in her mouth. She has her arms folded. To the top right is a sketch of the young woman turning, mouth and eyes wide. The pupils are red, and she is gasping. Below this is a sketch of a muscular back with two scars on the shoulder pads. To the right is a sketch of the same woman at a younger age. She is saying 'hi' repeatedly. Her hair is up in a bun, with some strands of hair falling down. She is smiling, and a tooth is missing. Above this sketch is a chibi-esq sketch of the young woman moving her wrist and saying "check it!". At the bottom right corner is a sketch of the woman leaning back, throwing a piece of popcorn into her mouth. She is wearing two braids that are pulled forward onto her chest.]

Me being in the Middleverse fandom be like:

*makes a fankid* *makes another fankid* *makes another fankid* *makes another fanki-*

So! Here's her 'debut'.

Venice Eve Valentine/Count

Often goes by Count instead of Valentine Bc Celesse is her favorite.

I decided to make a Celesse/Ida fankid Bc.... well..... Sex addict..... Cupid of sexual love.... haha.....

Shut up I'm original-

Anyway.

She's 18 as pictured here, and she's a ballerina. She greatly enjoys sports and health, but doesn't 100% stick to it, hence her addiction to sweets.

Her existence came around because Tree saw Celesse and Liked That, so she (somehow, Ida is scared to ask) got some dna and made Venice.

Tree called Ida back to Valentine's for the simple task of picking up this new, weird baby that keeps trying to climb shit, which is REALLY bad if you're a 100+ft tree.

Ida picks up the kid, expecting it to be another full sibling for Faith, but uh, surprise, that's not the case.

Ida figures out Celesse caught Trees eye (cause of the hair, dead giveaway). He went and found Celesse and basically dropped Venice into his arms and said "here ya go, this is yours."

He offered no other explanation.

Ida ofc takes care of Venice (Bc cmon... that's his kid too), and is probably the one to pay for most, if not all, of the expenses. He probably only wants to go to Celesse if he has no idea what vampire shit is happening.

Venice has no interest in meeting anyone from Celesse's side (or Idas, for that matter), but she gets a sour taste in her mouth if she hears about how Dracula disowned her pops. Like, the fuck? Her dads a great guy???

Venice is named after Celesse's sister and the first half of Ida's mom's name.

She's super giddy all the time (it was a real pain getting her to sleep when she was younger); I think that this would either make her super popular or super unpopular.

She's great at her grades because she's great at time management (and Bc Ida has a habit of hovering over her shoulder Bc he's curious about her homework)(he does the same to Faith).

She really got into sports in middle school, and eventually landed on ballet and basketball. I'd like to think she exercises with her dad , and challenges him to races all the time.

That's all I can really think about right now, lol. I do wanna draw some Celesse and Baby Venice content in the future, but we'll see.

((I'm trying image descriptions to be more inclusive, they may not be the best since this is my first one))

Celesse belongs to @doodlesofmiddleverse / @croxovergoddess , while Ida belongs to myself.

#my art #art #oc #middleverse oc #my oc #middleverse #ida jones #ida jones valentine #middleverse virginia #Celesse count #Venice eve count #Venice eve Valentine #Venice eve #digital art #digital sketch #sketch #colored sketch #fankid

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thelakesuite · 4 years

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more musical rambles. not entirely concepts but whatev.

definite songs (not necessarily the titles): the house, finding love, the staircase/the elixir, the fortune teller, the search, the family band/voodoo, the war hero/the trenches, the well pt. 1, the treasure/the stars/the graveyard (the timepieces basically), the last dance (reprise of the family band), roots

definite scenes: the uncle, child's play, fertility, the clock, masks, the swing, the wedding photo, the painting, the lying game, the brood, communication

could be either: the well pt. 2 (reprising part 1), checkmate (it'd be a lil short tho)

major changes: childbirth (we don't see her giving birth but ya do see the babies. still unsure about this one, might decide to just cut it), the wake (doesnt really happen, james just gets his tongue cut out and we move to child's play), masks (happens after clock, emma tries to support al saying he doesn't need to cover his face etc., sam introduces al to ida. pretty much completely different), the brood (no frank. leonard interrupts and finds out his uncle is more a wacko than he thought. detailed this before. straight transition into war hero), communication (the main level stuff happens yes, but leonard comes in afterwards n bonds with rose a bit. asks about his parents, or maybe just their mother, maybe you can talk to them too, etc. tender stuff man), the bathroom (0 idea here man but i do not want frank nakey in the tub. or nakey at all really. he’ll get some pants on in the well i promise. i'd love to cut it, but that's where the hair gets collected so i can't really. might even move it to just after the well. i do want a scene of al meets frank and is like "if it isn't the consequences of my actions" but you can't really incorporate the shaving into that.)

added scenes: i’d love to have one of albert recovering in bed after the beehive like kanman did but that requires a bed. odds are anyway i’ll have mary come out during child’s play to bandage up albert and scold sam and emma a bit anyway (so much for putting that in the major changes) // between the lying game and the family band, albert makes his voodoo dolls and monologues, onlooked by mr. crow. mary might also come out to try to calm al down after what happened in the lying game (the timeline’s lowkey fucked anyway might as well) and make sure he doesnt hurt anybody (not successfully ofc). unfortunately a crystal-ball-smashing scene can't be sustained to my knowledge. those bitches kinda expensive. // rose explains to frank and leonard what the reincarnation plan is to her best knowledge. still don’t have too much for this one but i’ll burn that bridge when i get to it

- for each level a sacrifice is collected (except for emma's tears and rose's blood), a corrupted stagehand comes down through the house and places a jar front center just before the scene/song starts. capture that feeling of dread yaknow. for emma and rose the vials are brought onstage as props by william.

- no samuel is not changing costume every scene like in the game. we can't do costume changes between family band and voodoo (ok maybe it's possible but it really isn't worth it). same goes for ida

- detailing the war hero/the trenches: starts with leonard solo workin on the motorbike, singin bout finally leaving albert behind (tho he'll miss rose), maybe finding purpose on the warfront, etc. he rides off, the mechanics of which i'm not sure yet. it’d be funny to have william just push him along but being funny ain’t the goal here. the basement background is dropped, the lights dim (like a lot) (also if we can get a fog machine or two for here, fortune teller and maybe roots that'd be dooope), leonard comes out again lookin all soldierly and a bit dazed (frontish center). sam and ida in their wedding garb (and eyepatches lol) slowly walk on in the background n cross the stage, maybe holding a lantern?, sing to him about missing home (he responds a bit to all of these), then albert in his deer skull comes on the same way (from the opposite side), same singing bit but about Pain and Suffering or whatever al's on about, Thing will Only Get Worse Out Here etc.. then mr crow comes out (again opposite side) hands behind his back like "we need you, you do have purpose, you'll find out soon enough". then fucking. throws the grenade at him! leonard investigates like a dumbass, lights go off completely as the explosion cuts the music. i have settled on him losing a hand instead, mostly so it's actually visible he's Disabled bc a pegleg isnt feasible. just put one of those morphsuit types over his hand patterned like a prosthesis n leave the rest to the actor ig? discretion of the costumer. fourish beats after the music's over, a spotlight comes on center stage to show william putting leonard's hand into one of the jars, then cuts. set transitions to outside the house as the lights come back on and leonard comes home hooray. part of me wants to have different actors for pre- and post-war leonard but there’s not much point to that. maybe it’s the facial hair that’s pricking me but we gotta pull that off for samuel too and he didn’t stir me so idk what it is. age probably? since that actor’d be introduced as leonard in the family band and he’s meant to be a teen there. high school tv shows pull that shit all the time tho i’m sure it’ll be fine (and once again the timeline is fucked up)

- oh btw i’m thinking the deer skull won’t be a full thing but instead treated like those face shields welders wear? like al just lifts the thing up to the top of his head when he needs to instead of taking it off. might be more trouble than it’s worth esp since i’m not actually sure how those face shields work (if it needs a bar across the forehead i ain’t doin it)

#im coked on ideas lately but i can't write that much yet bc i've gotta learn the drowsy chaperone stuff for my theatre class #two musicals in my brain at once would be too much for me #which sux since fsa testin for juniors is this week so i have all the time in the world. better things to do tho #sorry for the trenches being a pain to read i've got. a lot.

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shes-outta-sight · 4 years

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music facts

thank you for tagging me @satingrass-maidensfair @woman-ina-dream 🌻💛 this was so fun and hard for my indecisive self! loved reading all of your responses!

your favorite song // ten years gone and babe i’m gonna leave you by led zeppelin, gypsy by fleetwood mac, flower power by greta van fleet... i’ll stop there

your least favorite song // hmmm there is probably a lot but thank you next by ariana grande lol, or anything on the radio hits usually

a song that makes you happy // valerie by amy winehouse

a song that makes you sad // born and raised by john mayer

a song that reminds you of someone // maggie may by rod stewart

a song that reminds you of somewhere // rocky mountain high by john denver

a song that reminds you of a certain event // free fallin by tom petty

a song you know all the words to // flower power by greta van fleet

a song you can dance to // tongue tied by grouplove

a song you can fall asleep to // love me tender by elvis presley

a song by your favorite band // how does one pick? age of man by greta van fleet

a song by a band you hate // ... dr.feelgood by motley crue (i don’t hateee them that much but...)

a song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget // slow dancing in a burning room by john mayer

a song that no one would expect you to love // bonfire by childish gambino

a song that describes you // hmm how to not pick a sad song... wildflowers by tom petty

a song that you used to love but now hate // ...

a song that you would like to hear on the radio // greta songs!! i still have yet to hear them on the radio, but then again i don’t listen to the radio.

a song from your favorite album // thank you by led zeppelin

a song you listen to when you’re angry // not ready to make nice by dixie chicks

a song you listen to when you’re sad // it’s called: freefall by RKS

a song you want to be played at your wedding // harvest moon by neil young

a song you want to be played at your funeral // i don’t want a funeral

a song that makes you laugh // i’m gonna be (500 miles) by the proclaimers

a song with a great music video // everlong by foo fighters

a song that relaxes you // this feeling by alabama shakes

a song from your childhood // our song by taylor swift

favorite song that you discovered recently // baby be mine by ida mae (thank you megan!)

a song you would sing at karaoke night // dreams by fleetwood mac

your favorite love song // your song by elton john

a song you never get sick of hearing // tuesday’s gone by lynyrd skynyrd

a song you find annoying // yummy by justin bieber (that song is awful)

your favorite rap song // tough... crazy rap by afroman LMAO

most listened song your ituens/spotify // i just switched to spotify (:

a song you would perform in front of people // rhiannon by fleetwood mac

fave song from the 70s // wtf these are getting hard, all of them

fave song from the 80s // jessie’s girl by rick springfield

fave song from the 90s // fuckkk, no rain by blind melon or mr jones by counting crows

fave song from the 2000s // y’all i cannot pick one song for a decade... i think it’s been established that old tswift has my heart forever though

a song you’re not very fond of but listen to anyway // ...

a song that revokes good memories // drops of jupiter by train

a song that revokes bad memories // empty by olivia o’brien

a song from your favorite movie // that’s the way by led zeppelin

a song you wouldn’t sing at karaoke night // lol i would sing anything... i guess something that is super high pitched? idk

best female vocals // stevie nicks

best male vocals // robert plant, and josh kiszka ofc

best party song // dancing queen by abba

best duet song // really wanna steal bek’s answer (picture by kid rock and sheryl crow lol) but i’ll give another: girl from the north country by johnny cash and bob dylan

a song that reminds me of school days // school’s out by alice cooper lol

a song you sing in the shower // whatever is in my head... also dreams by fleetwood mac again

a song that is currently stuck in your head // honey hi by fleetwood mac (geez how many more fleetwood mac songs will i name)

a song with a good beat // the chain by fleetwood mac (stealing this again!)

a song from a band you know no one has heard of // oh yikes, i would really have to dig through my music

a song that gives you a rush // come on eileen

a song you can relate to // vienna by billy joel

a song with lyrics you don’t understand // ...

a song with no words // moby dick was a great answer... i’ll go classical with moonlight sonata

tagging: @cantbehandled-ever @mountainofthesunn @moonchildwildheart @silver--storms @kissthesun @shesdigging @junkyardheart @whoisshewhatisshedoing

#tags #about me

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thorne93 · 7 years

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Unexpected Guest (Part 6)

Prompt: Imagine working a party and seeing a mysteriously handsome man who captures your entire attention. There’s one catch: you’re engaged to a different man.

Warnings: angst, fighting, negative relationships, flirting, language, smoking (cigs? Is that even a warning? idk)…

Word Count: 4585

Notes: Inspired by Gorgeous - Taylor Swift…Beta’d by my amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. I’m so blessed to call you a friend, love. OFC/OC Jeremy

Forever Tags: @capsmuscles @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please@superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejemersoninferno @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis @thefridgeismybestie @bubblyanarocks3 @random-fluffy-pink-unicorn @hardcollectionworldtrash @igiveupicantthinkofausername @kaliforniacoastalteens @feelmyroarrrr @kaeling

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A few more weeks had gone by, with you trying to get closer to Jeremy, to try and make this engagement feel like an engagement again, not just a relationship you were in. You left early from the kitchen a few times in an attempt to make a romantic night, but when you did, Jeremy blew you off.

“See ya, heading out,” Jeremy had suddenly said as he grabbed his keys.

“Woah, wait,” you said, putting down the lighter from lighting the candle stick from the elegant dinner you’d prepared. “I thought we could have a date night. Just stay in, eat, talk to each other…”

He eyed the table then looked at you apologetically. “I'm headed to see the guys, babe.”

Your face fell slightly. “Can’t you reschedule or...something? I went through a lot of trouble and we haven’t had a dinner alone in a long time…”

He shook his head slightly. “We were hoping to practice tonight.”

You had nodded, finally accepting that he wasn’t going to stay in with you tonight. “No. Yeah, you’re right. I get it. Go have fun.”

“Thanks, you’re the best,” he had said before walking over and kissing your cheek then rushing out the door.

Huffing, hurt and pissed, you had tossed the lighter on the table, blowing the candles out. You decided to grab the food and catch up on some reading. The next day, Ida could tell you were in a bad mood, asking you what was wrong all day but you were too busy to stop and explain so you just told her to stop asking. Until of course, Bill had shown up the next night to meet you outside your kitchen to hang out for a little bit before you went home, and Ida was there with you, locking up.

“How’d the date night go?” Bill asked sweetly as you locked the door.

“Don’t even try. I’ve been asking all day,” Ida said as you turned to join them. “She’s in a mood.”

Ida had met Bill a week ago when you were locking up. She recognized him instantly, getting irritated and thrilled with you that you knew him. That this was the Bill you’d been hanging out with. The three of you had met every night this week, except for last night, mainly just to chat a bit before walking to your cars. You and Bill typically went somewhere to hang out before going home.

You smiled slightly, happy that your friends were so concerned over you. “Well now that I’m not busy as hell. I can tell you.”

After that, you dove into all the planning, prep, and work for the romantic evening. You’d even bought new lingerie for the occasion. All for Jeremy to blow you off. Both of them seemed beyond irate that he did this to you. Both of them knew just how invested he had been lately, which was next to nothing, and to have your efforts ignored, as friends it pissed them off. You shrugged it off, saying you were just going to go home and relax but they said they weren’t having it. They hauled you off to a bar with every intention to get you shitfaced.

At first, you fought it, wanting to just go home and rest, but they insisted. Then you fought again when they brought you to the club, telling them you just needed water or a soda maybe. Instead, they ordered you shots. The three of you did about six shots then started on mixed drinks, effectively getting you all very drunk. The night was fun though, as the three of you danced to fast, techno music, took drink after drink, people watched. You were so blitzed, you didn’t care what Jeremy had done. You were out with friends and you were happy.

Even though the night was a little hazy, you didn’t forget the fact that Bill still seemed to manage steal lingering gazes across the room as one of you would go for another round of drinks. Or how when Ida would dance with a guy and you were left at your private booth, his hand would somehow brush yours. The actions were simple, but they spoke volumes. They were loaded with questions that you desperately wanted to answer, but knew you shouldn’t.

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A little more time went on as you tried to get Jeremy to do things with you, but he was always busy or uninterested and it was exasperating you. Jeremy used to be rather attentative but ever since you got engaged, it was like he’d stopped trying. Maybe you had too, and you just hadn’t realized it. Now though, you were trying your hardest to make that not true. You were doing everything to reconnect, but it was a two way street, and he wasn’t even on the same road…

Then, when news hit you that Kristy, one of your chef’s had invited you to a wedding, you’d asked Jeremy if he wanted to go. At the time, he said he would have to see what his schedule was and that you would have to wait until that came out. Now, here it was the day before the wedding and you asked again.

“Are you working tomorrow?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Tomorrow is Kristy’s wedding. You said you’d go, depending on the hours. It starts at five, what time do you get off?”

“I get off at four,” he said before he looked up from his phone. “Wait, wait, a wedding? No, Y/N. I don’t wanna go to a wedding. I don’t know her or the groom or any of the guests.”

“Please? I would love to be there for her big day. She’s a really good friend, Jeremy,” you begged, irritated that you had to beg him to come to a wedding of your employee’s with you.

He frowned, annoyed himself. “But I don’t know her,” he repeated. “Besides, I’ll basically have to meet you there right after work and I’m going to be tired..”

“You can go when your band friends are meeting after work at a bar. What’s the difference? Why can’t you just go with me?”

“Because I won't feel like it!” he bellowed. “God damn, Y/N, let it go.”

Irate, you sat there fuming at him, but instead of blowing up on him, you took some deep breaths.

“Okay, do you mind if I go without you?” you inquired in a quiet, even voice.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Nodding, you sent a text to Bill to vent, as you walked into another part of the house.

“Jeremy won’t go to Kristy’s wedding with me tomorrow.”

“Why? Is he working?”

“Yes, but he’ll get off in time. He said he’ll be too tired. I’m still going to go though. I want to be there for her.”

“Well...yeah, makes sense, lol. So you’re going to go without him? Alone?”

You shrugged as you sat on the living room couch. “I suppose so. It’ll be fine. I’ll have fun.”

“Want me to come with you?”

His question threw you off for a moment. But knowing Bill, it shouldn’t have. He was always willing to do anything to put a smile on your face.

“I don’t know...I mean, Jeremy already thinks I’m cheating with you, making you my date to a wedding might make things worse.”

“We’re going as friends, Y/N. Remember? If Jeremy doesn’t like that, tough.”

You chewed your lip, debating this. It could very well piss off Jeremy and you weren’t trying to put further strain on you two. However, Bill was right that you two were just friends and that having a friend to go to the wedding with would mean nothing.

“Sure. Yeah. Alright. I’d like that. See you here at 3:30?”

“I’ll be there with bells on...Or maybe a clown outfit.”

“If you show up as Pennywise, I will punch you in the nuts, I swear to god,” you vowed while laughing.

“Fair note. I’ll show up clown-less ; )”

You smiled at your phone. “Great. Thank you.”

The two of you went on talking about your days. It was nice to hear about Bill’s day now that you knew what he did. Finally, you could listen to him vent about his day and have a full conversation about all of his frustrations and good moments as well...to be true friends. To be open and honest with each other.

He asked what you were going to wear to the wedding, so that he didn’t clash with your dress. You pulled out the blue gown that you thought would be appropriate, a deep midnight blue dress with a slit up to the knee. Snapping a picture and sending it to him, he approved of it, stating he had just the thing to compliment it.

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The following day, you were ready to go, well, almost...You still needed accessories, something you had been lacking for years. Jeremy certainly never got you any jewelry in the years you’d been engaged, other than the ring. Besides that, it felt silly using money on jewelry when you had a house and fiance to support.

Once your makeup was on, your hair styled to perfection, and you slipped on the shoes to go with the dress, the doorbell rang.

“Coming!” you called as you scurried to get the shoe on and scramble to the door as gracefully as possible.

Opening the door, you saw Bill, completely decked out in a nice tux, a midnight blue handkerchief in his pocket, and his hair combed back. The sight of him took your breath away. He was good looking, but damn this was otherworldly. You audibly gasped as the sight of him at the threshold.

“Wow, Bill, you look amazing,” you gushed, eyeing him up and down. How was this guy still single?

“You look lovely yourself,” he admired, a sideways smile on his handsome features.

“Let me just grab my phone and purse and we can go,” you informed as you turned to run to get your things.

“You’re not going like that, are you?” he called after you as you dashed inside the master bedroom to grab your purse, phone, spare makeup, and invitation.

You came back out and began messing with your hair, trying to fix it as you panicked. “Why? What’s wrong with it? I thought you said I looked good?”

He smiled and slightly shrugged. “You look pretty good...but you could look better,” he suggested as he pulled out a wide, blue velvet box and opened it, an exquisite diamond and sapphire necklace that would sit at the base of your collarbone and matching teardrop earrings.

Blown away by his generosity, you were immediately slightly irritated.

“Bill,” you began, chastising and shaking your head, “I told you I didn’t want any more expensive gifts.”

“You said you needed accessories last night,” he said, shrugging.

“That doesn’t mean you can go out and get this stuff,” you said, gesturing to it.

“Do you not like it?” he asked, his face faltering.

You shook your head, softly saying, “No, Bill, I love it. It’s the most gorgeous piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen. You have good taste.” You laughed lightly, smiling to yourself, as he let a gentle smile grace his face. “But I just can’t accept something like this. I told you last time, with the bracelet.”

“Speaking of, you aren’t wearing it,” he noted.

“I...I wasn’t sure I should,” you admitted.

“Why?”

“Because it still feels...overly friendly.”

“I swear, these are just me getting you things. Look, my dad, my brother, they’re both actors, including me. My family has way more money than we need, this is just a friend getting another friend a gift. I’ve got enough money to cover this and then some, I promise.”

“Maybe not to you, but to me, dropping a grand here or there for jewelry means a lot. If you’re going to spend money, you should do it on cars, homes, business, charities. Things that are going to last.”

“So you want a car?” he asked, a bit of teasing in his tone.

You playfully slapped his arm. “No, you asshat. No. I’m saying I can’t accept this gift, it’s way too much. If we were dating, maybe, but as friends...I mean, do you get all your friends gifts this lavish?” you wondered, expecting him to admit he doesn’t.

“Actually, yeah, sometimes. I gave a good friend a Rolex before the premiere of IT. Another friend, I got him a brand new gaming computer. Trust me, Y/N, you aren’t the only friend I buy gifts for,” he assured.

You screwed your mouth to the side.

“And this is a necessity. You need jewelry if we’re going to a wedding. You can’t go there looking half-put together now, can you?” he inquired, quirking an eyebrow. “Come on. If not for you, for me? I’d like to see it on you and I’m not going to a wedding with a date being jewlery-less,” he said as if it was the worst faux pas to make in the world, making you you roll your eyes and laughed.

“Alright, fine, but will you put it on me? Then we really need to go,” you urged.

He laughed and nodded, pulling the stunning piece from its place in the velvet box. You turned and he laid the necklace over your bare skin, the cold touch making you shiver. His fingers blazed over your skin, the sensation of them nearly like fire against you. In that instant, you imagined his lips gracing your neck, your shoulders, your collar….His deft hands gently moving your hair out of the way to gain better access to your silken skin. The daydream quickly turned to want. You wanted Bill to do those things. To kiss you sensually. To kiss you in a way that made you feel like a goddess. To hold you close to his tall form. To tear this dress off of you. To slam his perfect lips on yours.

The worst part was...you didn’t feel bad for wanting that. You didn’t feel guilty to want to be wanted. You guess you’d gotten so used to Jeremy being aloof, that you were complacent with your physical and emotional relationship. That it was a one way street. You’d given into those stereotypes that men just wanted to use women for sex, no foreplay, nothing sensual, nothing sexy. Or that men didn’t want to hear about a woman’s problems, or hear you complain about work. But...being around Bill reminded you that relationships should be partnerships. Jeremy should be like a best friend, and more.

Maybe you should’ve felt guilty. But you couldn’t. It’s not as if you weren’t trying with Jeremy. You had exhausted everything with him and he just seemed uninterested with you. You’d put in every effort to make this engagement work. Maybe that break that Bill had suggested would be a good idea.

Bill’s hands left your skin and you were snapped back to harsh reality.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you breathed.

Bill drove all the way to the venue as you two talked about weddings, oddly enough. You started to gush about all the things you wanted at your wedding, whenever that would happen. The colors you’d like, the idea of picking flowers, the cake ideas you had. Funny enough, Bill agreed on a few of the items, making you smile at him like an idiot. Too many times during the ride you just stared at him, marveling that a man like him existed.

He pulled up outside the venue which was a huge mansion, getting out and running to your door to help you out, offering his arm.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he said with a wink that made your breathing hitch in your throat.

The two of you followed the flow of the crowd, from the looks of it, it would be a huge wedding, at least two-hundred guests, all donning expensive formal wear as they graciously made their way to security. When you reached them, you handed them your invitation and told them your name, granting you both access.

The wedding photographer had asked for a few pictures of Bill, to which he asked you if it was okay. You nodded and the two of you had your picture taken, which felt a little alien to you. You’d had your photo made for a handful of local magazines and websites, but to have your picture taken because you were on the arm of a celebrity...well...it wasn’t familiar.

An usher showed you to your seats, which were midway between the front and very back.

“I like the flowers, but her colors are a little to autumn for me,” Bill commented as he leaned over, his eyes sweeping the interior.

You nodded a bit. Kristy was your friend and employee, but you had to agree, you weren’t crazy about the colors. They felt drab.

“Me too. The flowers are really nice. Oh, what do you think of the altar?” you asked, pointing to the archway and flower arrangements.

“The archway could have a little more umph…” he responded, gesturing that he liked more pazazz.

You giggled slightly. “Yeah, I feel the same. What would you think of a rose vine wrapping around black or white wrought iron outside?”

Bill thought for a moment then nodded. “Yeah that sounds really awesome.”

The talk went on like that until Kristy came out to walk the aisle, and it was uncanny how much the two of you had in common when it came to weddings. It was also unbelievable that Bill and you had discussed far more about weddings by now than you and Jeremy ever had.

The ceremony was long, but beautiful, bringing a tear to your eye. It was a moving ceremony, but you think part of your crying was aimed at your fiance. You’d dreamed of a wedding day for a long time, and back when Jeremy proposed, you were head over heels. He and you had a good rhythm and chemistry, he seemed to have drive. So he was perfect husband material. But now, three years after the proposal, and every time you breathe a word of getting married he gets irritated or says the two of you don’t have time to plan that right now.

Maybe he changed his mind but didn’t have the heart to tell you. Maybe his bandmates convinced him married life was awful. Maybe he didn’t think you were good enough any more. Whatever the reason was that he was dragging his feet on marrying you, it didn’t bode well with you. It was hard not to take offense to it, hard not to take it to heart...and hard to see other couples get their dreams and wishes fulfilled on days like today.

Once Kristy and Derek, the groom, made their way to the backyard, the guests followed for hors d'oeuvres and cocktails under a little tent while the wedding party took their photos. Bill and you grabbed some quick snacks and found a table to sit at until the reception started.

“I would love a spring wedding,” you suddenly said, looking around at all of the decorations. “Or maybe summer.”

“Yeah?” Bill questioned.

“Yeah, I love when the flowers are in full bloom and warm air,” you informed.

“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding his approval. “I do too.”

“So what’s is your idea of a bride?” you casually asked, wondering what Bill’s type was.

“A woman in white dress and veil,” he informed, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay, smartass,” you chastised, rolling your eyes. “Come on, when you imagine a girl walking down the aisle towards you, what do you hope for? Knowing you picked the one out of a million, what qualities does she have?”

He looked down at the glass flute filled with golden champagne on the red table cloth. “Uh,” he started, huffing out a laugh, “good question. I thought I’d met a girl like that a few years back. Gorgeous with fair blonde hair, funnier than anyone I had ever met...But then...I don’t know, she turned from being the girl of my dreams to the girl of my nightmares. She suddenly expected me to pay for everything, shit that wasn’t even mine, you know?” he rhetorically asked, lifting his face to look more directly at you as he spoke. “Like she’d want me to pay for her car repairs when we didn’t share a place to live or any bills and it wasn’t my fault her car was broken. I might’ve helped her out or paid for it if she hadn’t expected it. She wanted flowers sent to her work all the time, and if I didn’t do it, she accused me of not loving her. She once got pissed that I spent a weekend with my family without her, but she said she would be too busy to go and I wanted to see my family.”

He stopped for a moment, his eyes dropping back down to his glass as his long fingers played with the stem of the drink, twisting the glass in it’s spot. “I don’t know. She just expected me to do everything for her, and didn’t see relationships as a two way street. She wanted me to treat her like a princess or something….I don’t know if it’s because of my career or my family’s wealth or...what, but I hated the person she was becoming. Greedy, expecting, unappreciative. I vowed I would never have another partner like her again. So now I wholeheartedly agree with the idea of a partner who is an actual partner. Someone who’s there for the struggles, the triumphs, the challenges. Someone to be there when I’m sick, but stand by my side and my accomplishments and I hope I can do that for them too. It needs to be a two way street.”

His words resonated deep within you. Of course, they hit way too close to home for comfort. His statements reminding you that, before Bill came along, the problems between you and Jeremy seemed so normal. In your mind, that was just how couples worked: the woman took care of the house, and the man relaxed. But Bill reminded you that that’s not the case. That both parties should put forth effort to maintain a home, pay bills, listen to each other’s problems. Perhaps you were just thinking of the grass is greener and that things weren’t that bad...Or maybe they were.

“Enough of the depressing memory lane, bullshit. You wanna dance?” Bill offered as a more upbeat song hit the speakers.

“Love to,” you said, taking his hand and he wheeled you onto the dance floor gracefully.

The two of you danced as you did that night of the premiere, with all your heart and soul, having the time of your life. Waltzing, foxtrotting, swing dancing, slow dancing, you two did all of it. At one point, the crowd seemed to have all eyes on the two of you and you weren’t sure if that was from killer dance moves or the fact that it was Bill with you. The slow dancing was the best, to you. Your hand resting in Bill’s, your head on his chest as you swayed gently to the music, hearing the beat of his heart. Being with Bill felt so safe, yet adventurous; calming, yet electrifying; relaxing, yet intense.

Eventually, you had to end the dance for the bouquet toss. They said all the single women, and you refused at first, but Kristy ran over and grabbed your hand.

“Kristy, I’m not single,” you protested as you stood on the sidelines with Bill smiling next to you.

“You’re not married yet,” she coaxed, glowing with bridal bliss, still tugging on your hand.

You rolled your eyes and obliged, seeing as it’s her wedding day, you wouldn’t be a spoil sport. Bill cheered and hollered, among other men in the audience, rooting all of you on. You glanced over to him, blushing beet red and glaring at him. When his eyes met yours, he laughed, throwing his head back. In that moment, you wanted to hear his laugh and see that smile for the rest of your life.

Kristy readied herself in front of the mass of about sixty women, the drum roll sounded over the speakers, and she launched the bouquet into the throng. You were barely paying attention, but when all the arms and hands around you started to grab towards the space above your head, you looked up, and instinctively reached your arm out to keep the object from striking your skull.

It was the bouquet, you’d caught it.

All the women around you either groaned or congratulated you as Kristy ran up and hugged you.

“See? It was meant to be. You’re gonna be the next to get married!” she squealed.

You nodded, toying with the bouquet, not sure how you felt about that. An odd feeling settled over you.

Once the women cleared the floor, the groom and the men all gathered around for the garter toss. An odd tradition you didn’t want at your own wedding. You always felt it was strange having your groom shove his hands up your dress in front of friends and family.

The men were filing onto the dancefloor but Bill stayed planted beside you.

“What are you doing? You’re single. Get out there,” you ordered playfully.

“Me? No. I’m fine right here,” he said smugly.

“Oh no you don’t. If I had to catch this, it’s your turn to look like an ass,” you said, pushing him out onto the floor.

“You’re pushy,” he noted with a goofy face and you just returned the gesture.

He took his place on the dancefloor, barely paying any attention, until the same thing happened to him. Derek pulled the garter off and tossed it into the crowd, it landing on Bill’s face then falling into his hands. He looked at it, dumbfounded.

He walked over to you and showed it to you.

“Coincidence, huh?” he asked, amused.

You hummed, “Yeah, coincidence.”

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After you sent the bride and groom off, Bill took you home around midnight. The air in the car felt thick, the tension could’ve been cut with a knife. Neither of you spoke, though. You merely let the soft music fill the car in the background as streetlights illuminated the car like a slow strobe light. Finally, he made it to your house and walked you to your door.

“I had a great time. Thanks so much for coming. It would’ve sucked being alone at her wedding,” you said, a small smile on your lips.

“Well thanks for inviting me. I had fun,” he said, peering down at you.

The thoughts that entered your head weren’t welcomed, not exactly. Infidelity, betrayal, lust, desires, all danced within your head. You could just do it. Just reach up and kiss him. You could let him kiss you. The moment felt right, except for the fact that your fiance was on the other side of the door.

So you swallowed those desires deep down and nodded, biting your lip. “Thanks again,” you said quickly before you could change your mind, throwing your arms around him for a quick hug. “Talk to you later.”

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