#and there’s literally no one my age in this neighborhood anymore so I can’t hang out with anyone here either so basically if I don’t have

[ff2-soda-pop]

So I think the fact that every single day for the past week has been the exact same with literally no difference is starting to bug me—

[sistervelvet]

From the type of blocks, folks don’t travel for it

Dirty East not shiny ‘nough, shiny ‘nough for tourists

But in her hood she found a forest

some notes on childhood and writing from my song “essence” want a nibble?

I grew up and was raised in the inner city on the lower east side of my hometown, my whole life, up until relocating to my adopted hometown of Pittsburgh. My folks didn’t move out of my childhood home until a few years ago. I used to live in an apartment building –  also in the inner city –  with my mom, my brothers, and my (step) dad. We left our cramped apartment when my mom was expecting my angel of a baby sister. It was the worst day ever for me when she broke the news. I found a one hundred dollar bill on the ground, I shit you not,  and she made me return it to the nearby office. Within the same hour she took me on a walk, that felt like it was never going to end, to our new home. I stared with confusion and asked her why we needed a house, still agitated and bruised about being forced to return the bill. A hundred dollars! She shared with me that she was expecting and we needed more space. Suddenly the baby wasn’t the baby anymore. I cried. She tried to sooth me by assuring me I’d have my own room. I sobbed harder.

My mom got a solid deal on our place that a nurse’s wage with four children on one income could afford. The previous homeowner told her he was literally fleeing the neighborhood due to how dangerous and “scary” the side of town was getting. Odd flex. He told her he was dying to get out, so he was willing to work with her.

As a total sidebar, this man used to feed hoards, drones of stray cats and let them into the house. Many walked in and out at their complete leisure. They brushed by me one by one and I gripped tightly to my mother’s leg as he gave us a tour. It took us a while to get the cats to stop coming to the front lawn or the backyard. To stop tapping on our windows. I remember it taking ages for them to realize their caretaker wasn’t coming back to feed them. My mom told my brother and I not to feed them or give attention so they would stop coming around. But we always did behind her back. I carry distinct memories watching them all swarm us in our backyard. Looking up at us in unison, a variety of sizes and colors, waiting to be pet or fed. To us it felt magical. My brother and I thought we had cat whispering powers.

Anyway, my mother’s a woman of taste. She can turn rust into gold. She had vision. She in essence bought a rusted red brick, fixer upper that needed some interior work and reworking, ignoring the preachiness of the spooked white man. She turned the inside of our home to something beautiful and memorable. Unique. Though we never had any family photos hanging up. I always say if my mother wasn’t a nurse, she’d be an interior decorator.

One year my mom made the decision to swiftly take me out of my city school after several scarring incidents. I was a charter school kid who went to school way out of the mix from where I was from. Far from my neighborhood or district. Kids I went to school with were constantly calling the east side ghetto, busted and dangerous. Dirty especially. Scary, some would say. The local news was constantly calling certain east side blocks dirty, ghetto, busted and dangerous. Run down. Crime littered. Much of this was hyperbolized, to be clear. This also is not a pity moment. I didn’t feel this way. It was home. My heart. My solace. My refuge. My forest. The place where I felt most relaxed and comfortable. These people also didn’t live there so I knew their perception was skewed. Of course, it was often alienating and isolating to download sometimes as a kid. I can’t pretend young me was never affected. It’s important to note, much of these lyrics come from the perspective of a child, not an adult. The east side’s outsider reputation didn’t negate the fact that I found many pockets of solace and my neighborhood friends reflected me. They really reflected me. Even growing up to be the weird, very goofy, passionate but sometimes very shy, alternative Black girl – obsessed with music, poetry, the arts, who still at heart just wanted to fit in. They didn’t judge me. In my neighborhood I also felt very pretty.

I’m not here to negate the things I shouldn’t have witnessed, experienced, or endured as a child either. Or to say everything was perfect, to particularly glamorize my upbringing or low income neighborhoods and households. It’s like this though: what do you really know of a place where you’re not from? Surface value, snippets, and assumptions. A part of town they were otherwise entirely unfamiliar with – tourists. 

When driving age came around, I only had like two friends from school who wanted to or even offered to take me home, pick me up, drop me off or come over to hang. Some of them blamed it on just being too far. I internalized a bit of shame and embarrassment over the years. To avoid awkward dialogue or more shame I would often lie and tell my friends my brother is coming to pick me up and walk to the nearest city bus stop, no matter how far, that wasn’t in plain sight so I could hide and no one would see me waiting. At one point I began to not even offer any friends to come hang at my spot. There came a time where my high school best friend Rach was the only person I was comfortable with in my space and who I felt free of judgment. My family treated her like a daughter too.

Back to tourists: people who aren’t from the east side but judged it. Tourists being those who only made temporary trips. Tourists being the people, strangers and ones I knew, who took pride in collectively shitting on and denouncing where I lived. The double entendre of growing up somewhere with tourist attractions – primarily a gorgeous, grand Great Lake with thirteen miles of beaches and a state park. There were many parts of the east side that weren’t deemed appealing, suitable, interesting or “shiny” enough for literal tourists to travel to and check out either.

To me, my blocks were rich in culture and shaped who I am. And culture that much of suburbia children shitted on and often later copied and cosplayed. Now, I was a kid who could typically handle my own, but I definitely got made fun of when I first transferred schools for a couple years. The FUBU, the Kangol, the Forces, the Phat Farm and Baby Phat, the air brushed Tweety Bird tees, Ecko, the acid washed and airbrushed jeans, the Guess jeans repeated logo, Rocawear  – a lot of those motherfuckers did not get it at all and they still don’t! On the low,  I was dripped as a grade school kid. I got my love of fashion and clothes from my mother. I was always down to experiment and try something new. Any time I wasn’t, I was trying to fit in like teenagers do. Them kids did get one thing out of me though –  I stopped wearing Forces.

[marvelgurl]

Off-Limits: Part 1

Characters: Tom Holland X Reader Osterfield, Harrison Osterfield

Word Count: 2005

Warning: language, fluff (I think that's it...)

A/n: This is the first of many parts. I want to apologize now, this part is a little on the boring side (well that's what I think) but I needed to set a lot of things up in this in this one. It gets better I promise.

Also Feedback is more than welcome, the good and the bad.

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Today was a hectic day for you to say the least. You had to make sure everything was set for your move back home tomorrow. You have been living in the states for the last four years. You had left home to pursue dancing. You had gotten into Juilliard. It was something that you had dreamed of since you were a little girl. Your mother had signed you up for dance when you were about 4 and you just never took off your ballet slippers. When you had gotten accepted, you were in shock. Only 7% of applicants are actually accepted. With the support of your amazing family, you were able to follow that dream. You had left home at 17, now here you are 21 and a Juilliard graduate.

*Ring

*Ring

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/n!”

“Harrison, how are you?

“I’m good, Are you ready for tomorrow?”

“Well since you called me in the middle of me packing, I’m going to say no, I’m not ready at all Haz.”

You were so excited to hear from him. It felt like you haven’t talked to him in ages. When in reality you talked to him almost every day. You were looking forward to seeing him tomorrow. It has been hard on you not being able to see him. You guys were super close before you left. Which made you try that much harder to keep in touch with him. There were nights where you were up extremely late, because of rehearsals, and you still wanted to talk to him. So, you would call, and every time without fail, he would pick up. Some nights you guys would just sit on facetime and not actually be talking. You have fallen asleep on the phone with him many times, but you wouldn’t change those moments for anything.

“Well maybe you should have started earlier.” The sass coming from him made you chuckle.

“I started three days ago. I just get sidetracked easily remember.”

“With what? Have you collected that much stuff in the last four years?”

“No, it’s just I have tons of photos and things that bring up memories. Mostly it’s the stuff that I brought with me that keeps distracting me.”

“Oh well, soon you will be back home, and you won’t have to look at my adorable face through photos anymore.”

“Bold of you to assume that they are all of you.”

“Well who else would they be of?”

“Hold on.”

You switched to facetime. After Haz popped up on your screen you propped up your phone on the table. You walked over to one of your bags and pulled out a box. Bringing it over to the table before opening it. The first photo was of you and Harrison. You were about 6 and he was 5. You had your hand on your hip, you were also kind of glaring at Haz because he was making fun of you for being shorter than him.

“I know this one has you in it, but I absolutely love it. Do you remember when mum took us to that studio to have professional photos taken?” You flipped the photo around for him to see.

“Yeah, I looked good in those photos.”

“Haz, I’m in those photos too.”

“Sorry, my eyes went straight to me.” He gave you a little smile.

“Of course, they did.” You picked up the next one. “This one is of me and my favorite Holland boy.”

You showed him a photo of you and Paddy. It was from the day before you were leaving for New York. He was super upset that you were leaving. He was hugging you and didn’t want to let you go. You asked him if he had a photo of the two of you, would it help him. He of course said yes. So, you pulled your phone out and took a photo. Later you had two of them printed, and you gave one to him and kept one for yourself.

“Aww Paddy. Okay I will give you that one. He’s my favorite too. Next one.”

“You do realize that this isn’t helping me get any packing done.”

“I know but would you rather be doing this or packing?”

“You got me there. Moving on, this one is of Tom and I.”

You show him the photo. Tom had picked you up and had you hanging off his shoulder. You were laughing pretty hard at his sudden movement. You remember being too far back, you thought that he was going to drop you. So, you had wrapped one of your arms around his waist to make sure you had an anchor if you slipped out of his hands.

“If I remember correctly, I took that photo.”

“Okay, I am so done with you.”

“No, wait what else do you have in that box?”

“Umm, a bunch of little things. Like movie stubs, a small notebook that has drawings, concert tickets, some old jewelry that is too small for me now, my first pair of ballet shoes, some cards, figurines and a few other things.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were so sentimental.”

“Well I am. This box is basically my life. Everything in here has a memory or a feeling attached to it. Whether it was mine, someone gave it to me or even just one of the photos. I would be absolutely devastated if something happened to it”

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on a box Y/n.” This caused both of you to chuckle, you could tell he was trying to lighten the mood.

“I guess it is, but it is literally my world in a box.”

You started hearing talking in the background. Harrison looked off to the side and started talking.

“Oh, sorry mate I didn’t realize you were on a call.”

“It’s okay, she won’t mind.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Harrison turned his phone slightly to the side so that half of his face was still on screen. The other half was to dark to make out a face. You started looking around at how much you had left to do.

“Y/n?” The voice sounded familiar, but you looked around for a few more seconds.

“Yeah. Hey Haz, I think I should…” When you finally looked back Tom’s face was next to your brothers. “TOM!!”

“Hey! How are you?” He seemed genuinely excited to see you.

“I’m doing alright. I have a lot of packing to finish up in the next few hours though. How are you?”

“I’m good. I’m on holiday right now. I must go back to work in a few months. So, I’m enjoying the time I have at home.”

“That’s great. Soon you will be back to saving people around the neighborhood, right Spiderboy.”

“Oh, now that hurts. It’s Spider-Man Darling.” He put his hand on his heart like you had really offended him.

“Umm… I like Spider-Boy better.” You had a cheeky grin on your face.

“Wow… I didn’t realize how much of an accent you had gotten from being over there.”

“I don’t have an accent.”

“Yes, you do. It would be weird if you didn’t though. You have been there for four years.”

“I personally don’t think I have an accent, but I guess I can’t really hear it while I’m speaking.”

Harrison was just looking between the two of you. He didn’t like the fact that you were flirting with each other, but he didn’t say anything. They have been friends just as long as he and Tom have. He decided to let the two of you talk for a little bit longer.

“I would love to keep talking but I really do have a lot of things left to pack.”

“That’s okay, I will see you when you get back.”

“Absolutely.”

“Bye Y/n. See you tomorrow. Love you.”

“Bye Haz, love you too. Bye Tom.”

“Bye.”

-The Boys-

Harrison ended the call he looked over at Tom, who was looking at his phone with a large grin on his face. Tom quickly noticed that Harrison was looking at him, and his facial expression changed.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Tom had a confused look on his face.

“Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, what’s wrong man?”

“I’m fine.”

“I have known you long enough to know when something is wrong. So, let’s just skip this and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He paused for a few seconds. “How long have you liked Y/n?”

“What?! I don’t, we are just friends.”

“Then why are you flirting with her?”

“I wasn’t. Like I said we are just friends.”

Harrison got up and started walking to the door to leave. “Let’s keep it that way Tom.”

-Back to Y/n-

After the call ended you got back to work. You were able to get the rest of your things packed with little to no distractions. Once that was all done you started on the cleaning. You also made sure to lay out everything on the counter that you would need for the morning. After going through your mental check list, you packed it all into your backpack.

Once everything was done, you looked around the empty apartment. Thinking about all the memories that you have made here. You were going to miss it, but you couldn’t wait to go home.

You remembered back to when Tom and Harrison were in New York. You had been able to see Tom in action. Harrison brought you to set a couple of times while Tom was filming. You had an awesome time seeing how all the things on set work. How even though there are a million different moving parts, they worked like a well-oiled machine. You were also able to meet a few of the cast members while you were there.

In return, you had taken Harrison and Tom with you to a few rehearsals and then your final showcase. You know that it wasn’t as exciting as watching a Marvel movie being made but you wanted to show the guys what you had been doing. They were excited to go with you. After the showcase you had found them, they were telling you how awesome you had done. They also told you how proud of you they were. Tom had gotten you a bouquet of flowers, which was another thing you had in your box. You had taken a couple of the flowers and pressed them until they dried. Then you sealed them so that they would stay like that forever.

The next day, you were up early enough that it didn’t seem like you had gotten any sleep. You packed your rental car with all your bags before going to return your keys to the landlord. Then you were off to the airport. After the car was returned, bags were checked and you were on the plane, you finally felt like you could relax. You had a 7-hour flight ahead of you. You had plenty of things to distract you for that time. You would be getting to London around 20:00 (8pm) Due to the time change.

Once you landed, you had to get a trolley for your luggage. Your Mother had dropped off a car for you. Thankfully she had given you a spare key before leaving. You packed the car and drove home. You had so much anxiety built up from the last few days. Now as you were getting closer, you could start to feel all of it melting away.

You pulled the car up in front of your childhood home. You decide to sit there for a few moments. You couldn’t believe after all this time you were finally home. You loved America, but nothing can compare to being back in London. You took a deep breath before getting out of the car. You decided to unload all your bags and carry them up the stairs to the door. After you had everything there, you were finally ready to opened the door.

Off-Limits Tags:

@aidinniram @houseofflufff @justafangirlduh​ @shrutipatel08 

[julies-butterflies]

“I can tell you’re upset. Do you need anything right now?” for (platonic) Alex and Reggie?

cuddle dialogue prompts  ( accepting!! )                                        ( read on ao3! )

Alex’s friends don’t come over to his house anymore.

It’s a weird change, because they used to. Bobby’s garage has always been home base, but the boys used to go over to Luke’s or Alex’s just as often; and when things at Luke’s started to get weird, tense, like a powder keg on the verge of erupting, Alex’s doors were always open. His parents were friendly, if a bit overbearing. They didn’t even seem to mind the mess his friends brought with them, or the noise, or the inevitable chaos; they just liked seeing Alex hang out with other “boys his age”. Their cabinets were always well-stocked with Girl Scout cookies, and Alex’s little sister (the aforementioned Girl Scout) was a pest, in a way he didn’t really mind. 

The guys seemed to...  like it at his house, for some reason — and yeah, that filled his chest with bubbles and made him feel like coming off the high of a drum solo. Alex liked to be liked. He liked that his place could be somewhere his friends felt safe... even if they all conscientiously toned down the casual physical affection when Alex’s parents were around.

Ever since he came out, though... things have changed.

Everything’s changed, and his friends not coming over anymore is the least of it.

The biggest change is, he’s no longer welcome at church. Pastor Hamilton made that very clear with his final sermon — a fire and brimstone rant against the ‘sins of sodomy and perversion’. Alex sat there for an hour, boiling in his own skin, as the eyes of the rest of his congregation bore into him. He couldn’t get out of the building fast enough... and after that, swore never to go back. He wouldn’t be welcome, anyways.

There was no chance of his parents missing the yearly church retreat, though — and Christina has been looking forward to a camping trip for ages, so Alex doesn’t resent how eagerly she clambered in the family station wagon. She barely waved goodbye, too busy cramming her bags in the trunk; his parents, predictably, didn’t say anything at all. They trust Alex not to burn the house down in their absence, at least, so he’ll consider that a compliment.

Alex almost wishes he was bothered. If he were — if such blatant rejection from his family actually stung, if he could stew in his own hurt feelings and resent how quickly they pulled out of the driveway — then maybe it would actually matter. (Maybe it’d mean he’s a good son after all.) 

Alex is a lot of things, though, but he’s never been good at lying to himself.

An entire weekend home alone, with no one but the dogs to keep him company? Honestly, it sounds like heaven.

By nine o’clock at night, he’s well and truly deep in this teenage rebellion thing. He’s got Sixteen Candles queued up on the DVR, has his legs up on the sofa, a bowl of popcorn in his lap, and an entire bottle of Fanta threatening to stain his mother’s precious white carpet. There’s something to be said for living on the edge; he relishes every second of doing something forbidden, fueled by the thought of his parents’ faces if they could see him. Just imagining their horror is sweet; almost as sweet as Molly Ringwald’s bubblegum-pop fashion statements. 

The night stretches before him like a promise, calm and comfortable. He’s free to be himself in his own home. It shouldn’t feel as amazing as it does, because it shouldn’t be a novelty... but considering nowadays, Alex feels more like an intruder, he’ll take what he can get.

His first sign of anything amiss is the sound of barking from the front hall. Alex sits up, dislodging the bowl of popcorn from his lap. He scrambles to catch it before it can go everywhere. After a few more seconds of fumbling, he pauses the movie, and springs to his feet.

“You guys! I swear —“

As he trudges into the foyer, he’s thoroughly unsurprised at what he finds. Zoey, giant maniac that she is, is literally bouncing off the front door. She hits, rebounds, and is immediately back at it, scratching at the wood and barking her head off. A few steps behind her, Cooper hovers, his tail hung low. When he spots Alex, he lets out a relieved whine, and paces a circle around the foyer. Alex — who gets it, really, weird noises at the door are even more nerve-wracking than surprise phone calls — gives him a soothing scratch on the head. Cooper glues himself to his side, and Alex keeps one hand on his collar as he steps towards the door.

“Someone out there, girl?”

Zoey hurls herself bodily against the front door. She hits like a wrecking ball. From the other side, Alex hears a noise — somewhere between a gasp and a  “Whoa!”

He knows for a fact he didn’t order pizza; the neighbors are the “keep to yourselves” types; and the Jehovah’s Witnesses are like reverse vampires, never seen outside of daylight hours. There shouldn’t be  anyone at the door. A shiver of anxiety runs down Alex’s neck… but it’s drowned out by irritation at just how loud Zoey’s being. “Hey, hey,” Alex exclaims, hauling her back as she makes another jump towards the door. “Cut it out! Get outta here!”

He’s too busy wrestling with the dogs to be nervous when he throws the door open. (Worst case scenario, he can just let go of their collars, and sic them; let the dogs drown any potential burglars to death in kisses.) The face that greets him on the other side is… unexpected.

“Heya!” Reggie pulls his hand back from the doorknob, and offers a tiny wave. “What’s up, man?”

Zoey answers the question with a running leap.

Reggie’s ready for her. He hits the deck, arms open wide — and when she barrels him over, his whoop of delight rings through the quiet neighborhood. Alex grits his teeth, glancing anxiously around the street. His neighbors mind their own business, but that doesn’t mean they want to be disturbed in the middle of the night; this isn’t Reggie’s neighborhood, where sirens and bonfires are raging at all hours. Of course, though, Reggie has no concept of quiet… and he loses all self-control whenever dogs are involved. He’s too busy rolling around on the porch, ambushed by two giant golden retrievers, to notice anything else.

Alex leans against the doorframe, taps his feet, and sighs. He’s just starting to examine the calluses on his palms when Reggie finally emerges from the literal dogpile. “I know it’s late — I woulda called first, but — aaah, Zoey, that tickles!”

His screeches ring out like sirens, and Alex’s neighbors are  definitely going to call the cops if this keeps up. Alex has to cut in. Wrestling one dog back inside, and then the other, he hauls Reggie to his feet just as swiftly. “Come in then, quick,” he mutters. “Did you come here exclusively to steal my dogs?”

“Alex, I swear, you’re the one I wanted to see the most. Stealing your dogs is just... a fun side quest.” Reggie strides in like he owns the place. As the door closes behind him, he glances around the foyer. “Home alone, huh?”

“Yeah,” Alex replies. “It’s been fun.”

“I bet.” Reggie dodges another jump from Zoey, nearly tripping over Cooper. The dogs both recognize him, even though it’s been ages since he was last here;  animals and Reggie get along like pizza and pepperoni. If he really wanted to steal the Mercers’ dogs, it wouldn’t be a challenge. Thankfully, Reggie’s parents have a hard and fast “no pets” rule, and stick to it. (Reggie was able to hide an injured squirrel in his closet for a whole  three weeks  before anyone caught on — after it got loose, chewed through the wires of the family TV, and wreaked havoc in the kitchen. His parents still don’t know how it got in the house, but Reggie spent weeks mourning the loss of his “Beloved Frank”.)

As Reggie hits the ground on his knees, enthusiastically petting both dogs at once, Alex tucks his hands into his pockets. He’s not used to feeling nervous around his best friends… but suddenly, he’s on unstable ground, unsure of what to do. It’s just Reggie… but it’s Reggie in his house, where Alex’s friends, Alex’s life, are no longer welcome. It’s just Reggie showing up in the middle of the night, without any warning… and he’s acting fine, sure, but this also isn’t like him. Alex’s instincts are thrumming with a sense of wrong, wrong. He can’t help frowning as he steps back, watching his friend play.

Reggie feels his gaze. He ignores it.

“Who’s a good girl? Oh, yeah, you’re the  best  girl, yeah —“

Alex clears his throat. Reggie ignores that, too.

“Come on, Cooper, gimme a kiss — there you go! Did ya miss your old pal Reggie? I missed you!”

Enough is enough. Alex turns to the switch on the wall. The foyer is suddenly flooded with bright light, sparkling through the crystal fixtures overhead. Reggie falls back and blinks rapidly, entire face scrunching up against the glare. When his eyes adjust, he finds Alex crouched at his side.

“Not to be all ‘what are you doing in my house, Reg’, but…” Alex reaches over and pats Cooper’s head. “What are you doing here?”

Reggie’s blank stare lingers on him for a beat too long— a quarter of a second, but still, it’s the only giveaway Alex needs. 

“Just visiting! I knew you were home alone… figured you might want some company.” His friend grins, like everything’s normal, just another wild antic in the life of Reggie… but Alex knows better.

“Okay, that’s real generous, but…”

He drags the word out for a few seconds too long. Somehow, his brain gets stalled on Reggie’s face; the strain at the edges of his smile, the dark circles under his eyes. His eyes are a little puffy — he’s been crying. He holds onto Zoey, not just like he’s happy to see her, but like he needs her — needs something soft and comforting to ground him.

Reggie rode his bike all the way to Alex’s house in the middle of the night. He wouldn’t have done that without a good reason.

Alex sighs, and scratches behind Cooper’s ears. When he looks back up at Reggie, his smile is small, but Reggie’s clearly reassured by it nonetheless. “Yeah, you’re right. Things were getting pretty lonely around here.” Alex nudges his shoulder. “You feel like some popcorn?”

Reggie bounds to his feet. “Always!”

“We can finish watching the best John Hughes movie, and then I’ll generously  give you next pick…”

Reggie’s no fan of the classic 80s teen romances, but he’ll suffer through them for Alex’s sake. Alex, in return, has seen Star Wars fourteen times.  He honestly couldn’t care less about defending the galaxy, or whatever Mark Hamill’s trying to do with the long stick and the gross robes… but it makes Reggie happy, and for that, it’s worth it.

So he’s surprised when, instead of insisting on  A New Hope, Reggie buries his face in Alex’s most comfortable blanket, and murmurs something Alex barely catches.

“What?” Reggie doesn’t answer. “Dude, you’ve got to speak up, I can’t — did I not tell you to keep the popcorn in your mouth?” He snatches a few kernels out of Reggie’s lap before they can fall into the cushions and get lost forever. When he looks up again, Reggie’s cheeks are bright red. Alex nudges him in the shoulder again, prompting him to speak up.

“It’s just — uhh—“ Reggie shrugs. “Don’t really feel like Star Wars tonight.”

Alex’s brows shoot up. “Oh… kay. What do you want to watch, then?”

Reggie clears his throat, and studiously doesn’t look Alex in the eye. “Could we watch the Wizard of Oz maybe?”

Alex stares at him; after a few seconds, he snorts. Reggie’s head snaps toward him, indignant in a second.

“It’s a classic, okay? Iconic cinema! You can’t get any better than Judy Garland, and tell me the Wicked Witch didn’t scare your pants off as a kid! And, and, and the flying monkeys are crazy cool, and—“

“You’re such a dork,” Alex scoffs. 

Reggie’s cheeks flood with heat; he looks down again, picking the blankets with his chewed-up fingernails. “Am not,” he mutters — and that’s Alex’s third clue something’s really up.

Second clue: Reggie will never pass up a chance to watch Star Wars. It’s always his top pick… so, for him to choose a kid’s movie instead, he must need something familiar. Something comforting. Something where the ending is a foregone conclusion.

And a Reggie who doesn’t bounce back from Alex’s sharp edged comments like a rubber-band ball is clearly in one heck of a bad way.

Alex’s smile slowly fades. He leans forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, and studies Reggie sideways. When his friend refuses to look up, he nudges their knees together. When he still avoids him — as stubborn as Cooper at the groomers, god  — Alex inches closer to him, pressing their shoulders together.

“Okay,” he says, “what’s up?”

Reggie finally looks up at him, but it’s no victory. His eyes are wide and guilty. “Wh— what?”

“What’s going on, Reg?”

Reggie shrinks back from him… but there’s nowhere to go. Caught between Alex’s body and the couch, he settles for burrowing further into the blanket. He looks like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar… who’s expecting to get spanked for it.

“Nothing,” he mutters. “Nothing, man.” The way he hunches in on himself gives the game away, even if his miserable face didn’t. Alex’s stomach twists. “I just wanted to hang out, I just thought — didn’t want you to be lonely, I mean, it gets quiet here, in a big house all alone, and I know you get nervous, so I just thought maybe, but if you want me to go I’ll g—"

“Reggie.”

His voice breaks through the tidal wave of thought, somehow. Reggie goes still and silent, frowning down at his lap. When Alex lays a hand on his shoulder, he reluctantly looks at him.

“I can tell you’re upset, that’s all,” Alex says… and, as a flicker of something absolutely exhausted passes through Reggie’s eyes, the decision is made for him. “I’m not gonna press. I don’t need you to tell me anything, Reg, but I don’t want you to go.” He pauses, considers, and rubs his hand over Reggie’s shoulder. “Do you need anything?”

“I—“ Reggie exhales a shuddering breath, and shakes his head. “No. I’m, uhh, I’m… good.”

It’s hardly convincing… but Alex suspects it's the best he’s going to get.

Which is okay, because Reggie’s right here. They have the entire house to themselves for the night… and Alex has the Wizard of Oz on cassette tape.

Alex’s house can be a safe place, just for tonight, and that seems like what Reggie needs most of all.

Alex digs the movie out of their cabinet, and pops it in the VCR. As he sits down on the couch once again, curling up at Reggie’s side, he considers his mother’s suede couches — the pride and joy of their living room, which she dotes over and vacuums religiously every Tuesday. The Mercers have a lot of house rules, but Rule Number Two (after No Gays Allowed!) is Don’t Mess Up The Couch.

Alex glances at Reggie, raises his brows, and taps the leather couch three times in quick succession.

“Zoey! Cooper! Up!”

They don’t even have time to brace themselves. All at once, Alex and Reggie are buried under twin lumps of golden fur… and Reggie’s laughter might be the sweetest sound Alex has ever heard.

As the movie starts, and the dogs settle down — Cooper with his head in Alex’s lap, Zoey flopped practically on top of Reggie — a quiet contentment settles between them. The anxiety humming underneath Reggie’s skin quiets so much that Alex can’t hear it anymore… and, in turn, Alex’s own nerves find some peace.

“I’m glad you’re here, Reg,” he says softly, tucking an arm around Reggie’s shoulders. 

“I’m glad you are, too,” Reggie murmurs,.

It might not be exactly what he needs — him, and dogs, and cozy blankets and comfort movies — but as Reggie curls into him with a sigh, Alex hopes it’s enough.

[integrationslady]

Lifelong Besties Part 2

I can’t believe I got so busy over the last few weeks that I 100% forgot I’d started a series... I’m sure all five people who actually pay attention to my posts have been on the edges of their seats waiting for more. So, we left off at the end of sixth grade. My best friend of six years and our other two best friends who’d just shown up that year had just decided I wasn’t cool enough for them anymore. The rest of that school year was pretty darn lonely, but luckily that did go down about two weeks before summer vacation. 

At the beginning of sixth grade my family had moved across our pretty small town, but I hadn’t met or even really seen any kids in our new neighborhood. Since I was basically friendless at the beginning of the summer, I made an effort to find kids my age nearby and found that a block away lived three kids. The oldest was a girl a year older than me named Marita (that’s her on the right, me on the left).

There are a lot of things that kept me and Marita from ever being quite BEST friends, but we were pretty close through middle and high school and are still friends today. She lives in the mid-west now, but her mom and step-dad still live a block from my parents and she usually brings her kids over for spring break. We don’t always have time to get together, but we do usually try. 

When middle school started in the fall, I ended up hanging out quite a bit with some girls I’d known for a while but never spent a lot of time with, and Marita came along with me. We formed a pretty nice little group, and looking back I think it was a group of people who felt like they didn’t have another group to be part of, maybe? But I mean, isn’t that how lots of friend groups start?

This picture was taken over Christmas break my first or second year of college (I’m not sure why Marita wasn’t there that night but we’ve already talked about her anyway) and I’ve heard a few of us still have it framed in their houses somewhere.

#1 is me. #2 is Laurel. Laurel was my absolute best friend through middle and high school. We did everything together, got mistaken for each other all the time, told each other literally everything, etc. etc.. We went to  band camp together with #3 above

And honestly we are still really, really good friends. She lives in Seattle and I do try to get together with her any time I go over there. 

(Yes, those are very small beers... it was a tasting... we’re classy AF)

And we’ve done some trips together as adults including Hollywood with #5 a few years ago (we’re planning a repeat of this one, or San Diego, later this year maybe)

But Laurel went to college in Tacoma and I went to the mid-west so we haven’t had a lot of chances to spend time together in the last 20 years. She also joined a sorority in college which allowed her to find a bunch of really close friends who you know, aren’t me and don’t know me and don’t really have much in common with me. We’re still close, we’re just not like CLOSE close.

#3 is Gretchen. She’s the one I mentioned in part 1.5 where we’d gone to see Jurassic Park in the theater for her birthday when it came out and then I randomly watched it on TV this year on her birthday. Gretchen grew up about a block away from me (before we moved across town) so I’d known her for most of my life, but we didn’t start hanging out until high school. 

I don’t remember the last time I talked to Gretchen. I don’t know where she lives now or how many kids she has or what she’s doing with her life. This isn’t a me thing, like we never had a falling out or anything. Most of the people in these pictures are in the same boat. See Gretchen didn’t date at all until college, and basically the moment she met her first boyfriend, who’s now her husband (at least, the last I heard...) she basically said goodbye to everyone else in her life except her family. You’re probably seeing some red flags here, but I don’t think they’re warranted? I haven’t met him myself, but Laurel and Annie (#5) have and they say he seems great. It’s just that they’re both very, very introverted and prefer to use their energy on each other and their kids and family more than others. And they don’t use social media. From what I hear, if they had their way (and who knows, maybe they do) they’d live in the woods off the grid and basically see other people once a month at the grocery store. It hurt a little bit when she stopped making herself available to hang out with us, but idk I kinda get it now. When you find the person/people that don’t suck up your energy, you wanna put that energy there.

#4 is Jenessa, and I’m just gonna be frank and short here. Jenessa became very self absorbed in college and has lost a lot of friends as a result. She was a great friend when we were younger, I’ll always be grateful she was in my life and there are definitely times when things remind me of her and I think about trying to reconnect, but man talk about sucking up energy... I just can’t do it.

#5 is Annie. Annie is gonna get her own whole post and I don’t have time to write that now. But for now just know that we’re definitely still good friends.

For now I’ll leave you with some pictures; 

A group of us who went to prom together

Me, Annie, and Marita (with an appearance by Annie’s dad) riding on Annie’s family’s tractor

And me, Annie, and Marita a few years ago when they were both in town at the same time

[purplesurveys]

1018

When was the last time you were in pain? Did you take a painkiller? Last Saturday when I stubbed my toe and it made my nailbed bleed. Nah, I just dabbed tissue on it and covered it up a Band-Aid. It didn’t really need one, but I placed one anyway so that I didn’t have to see the cut.

What was the last question that someone else asked you? I was showing my mom some photos of the typhoon’s aftermath in our city and she was asking me where exactly one of the photos was taken. It’s honestly so bad over here rn and I feel kinda guilty for taking surveys when so much of the city still has chest-deep flood...but this is the one thing keeping me from going insane while we still don’t have electricity and internet at home, so.

Do you recall what you were doing last time 7pm came around? Wrapping up work, watching the newest episode of Good Mythical Morning, and was also probably looking for a survey to answer.

What was the last thing you consumed, that tasted sweet? Churros with chocolate dip.

Do you know who Mr Blobby is, or have you ever heard of him? I have never heard of it. Them? Him?

Have you ever befriended someone named Tom? What is/was he like? I don’t think so. I’ve never heard of a Tom where I live. I know Tims though, lol.

Does your father have any hobbies? What are they? He loves cars and motorcycles, and I also always catch him watching compilations of dumb vehicular accidents. He’s also into the latest gadgets and I know he’s been wanting a drone for ages now.

Name a food you enjoy, that starts with the same letter as your surname. Curry. :)

What did the last face mask you wore look like? I always wear those thin plain blue disposable ones because they are light and breathable. < Yeah, same. My mom buys boxes of these all the time so this kind is my only choice, really. I never minded it though.

Do you enjoy any songs by The Pet Shop Boys? The name is familiar and I probably know one or two songs of theirs that I enjoy, but I just can’t place any at the moment.

Is there a specific song that you always request at parties? What is it? Eh, not really. I let other people take over the music. Sometimes my friends will request Paramore for me hehehehe and it’s always nice when everyone ends up enjoying whatever song by them is played. But I’m personally often too shy myself to do the requesting because I’m scared it’ll turn out to be a flop. 

Have you ever read 'The Railway Children?' Did you like it? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that.

What was the last thing someone said or did, that made you chuckle? So we have a card game at home wherein each card has a certain category and the game is simply a race to come up with an example under that category. So for example if the game master pulls out a card that says ‘fruit,’ you wanna be the first person to yell apple or orange or something. Anyway, my family pulled it out again because of the current power outage, and while we were playing earlier my mom excitedly yelled “CEREAL” when the category was “breakfast cereal.” All of us died laughing.

Have you ever met anyone named Joyce? What is/was she like? I know multiple people whose second name is Joyce, but I dunno anyone who has that as their main name or preferred nickname.

Who was the last relative you visited? My grandma. Needed to pick up the box of revel bars that my uncle had made for my mom.

Does anyone close to you have blue eyes? Nah, especially not in this part of the world. Who was the last person you messaged on social media? Andrew. He was simply checking up on me because our city is one of the hardest-hit areas of the typhoon so far.

^ Do you know when their birthday is? June or July 20something...I can’t remember at the moment.

Is there anyone you love, whose name starts with H? Hmm Hannah is a good friend of mine, and I guess I can say I love her, sure.

Do you own a hairdryer? What color is it? Yeah, pink. I’ve since given it to my sister since she needed a hairdryer in her dorm, but it was originally a gift for me.

What CDs do you have in your car, if any? I don’t keep CDs in my car anymore. If I wanted to listen to my music, I just link my Spotify to the stereo via Bluetooth.

One hour from now, what time will it be? 4:35 PM.

{found @ pinkchocolate}

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When you woke up today, did you find unread messages from anyone? Yeah, because I still talk to my ex like a dumbass. Did the last message you received contain any emojis? No, Angela didn’t use any. Have you recently told anyone that you miss them? Yeah, I said it to Hans today because he messaged me for the first time since my birthday this year. Are you wearing a scrunchie in your hair today? What color? Not right now. I used my hairtie to tie up the bag of chips I wasn’t able to finish earlier, so unless I finish that up soon I won’t be able to tie my hair up in a ponytail for a while haha. Have you sent or received any friend requests on Facebook lately? Yuh, the people I interned with - Angel, Justine, and Bianca - added me on there recently. My cousin Maggie also made an account and added me. Can you recall the last time you turned down an offer, of any kind? My mom offered me the last churro earlier because she knows I love them, but I didn’t feel like eating anymore so I let her have it. What was the last film that you saw for the first time? I’m Thinking of Ending Things. ^ Did you enjoy it? I had a hard time with it, especially with the last 20 or so minutes; and it was the first time I found myself struggling with a Charlie Kaufman work. I wouldn’t say I didn’t enjoy it, though. I guess I just found it a little too complex, and films that make me THINK think are generally a hit-or-miss for me. Which swear word did you utter most recently? Probably fuck or a local swear word. ^ Was it because you were annoyed in some way? A little bit, yeah. My phone’s adapter was missing for a few moments. Do you ever find the smell of your pets’ food unpleasant? No. We feed them the same things we eat, so it would be kind of odd to call that unpleasant. When was the last time you reheated leftovers? Tuesday. It was a burger I failed to finish over the weekend. What was the last thing you ate, that was from a bakery? Can’t even remember the last time we ordered from a bakeshop...a pandesal is my best guess, but I can barely remember the last time I had one of those. Which fruit would you say you eat the most often? Haaaaaaaaaaaa. Is there a lake close to where you live? Nope. There’s a river, though. What was the last song you recall singing along to? Broken-Hearted Girl by Beyoncé. Have you uploaded any photos to social media today? Of what? No. Literally everyone has been posting photos of their flooded houses and neighborhoods all day, and it’d be insensitive to post pics of my otherwise (fortunately) normal and relatively unaffected neighborhood or some other type of photo. Are you in the process of reading a book? Which one? Nope.  ^ Are you enjoying it? - How recently did you charge the battery on your mobile phone? This morning, but I had to charge from my car because no electricity. I have to do it again, actually – my phone’s barely hanging on at 9%. Is there anyone you interact with every day, on social media? Yeah, my co-workers. In my new job, I’ll have to communicate with Ysa, Bea, and Steffi the most as I was placed in their team. What do you typically do to unwind at the end of the day? Watching the new episode of Good Mythical Morning and GMMore. Sometimes I’ll watch some wrestling too.

{found @ pinkchocolate}

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Has anything fallen out of your pocket at any time recently? My vape pen. Luckily I was in my room because I would’ve been a dead daughter if it fell out in front of my parents. Do you have any books that you plan to read sometime soon? Yeah. I plan to resume Midnight Sun one of these days. It’s just a little hard at the moment because I first got it and read it during a rough phase two months ago...opening the book just brings back the memories. It’ll be a while before I’m able to dissociate from those thoughts and enjoy the book. Did anything disturb your sleep at all last night? Yes, the typhoon. The wind was loud enough to wake me up. The electricity also went out a little after midnight, so that also made it hard to fall back asleep. What kind(s) of Facebook groups are you active in, if any? Too many, but I deactivated Facebook again so it doesn’t matter. Do you enjoy any films with Judi Dench in them? Which ones? I respect her contributions as an actress but I’m generally not a fan of the films in her repertoire, so I haven’t seen any of them. I do remember wanting to check out The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, but I just never got around to it. Do you enjoy any herbal or fruit teas? What kinds? No, I don’t like tea. Are you currently wearing anything grey? Yeah, my current shirt is gray. Nice timing :) Name any object in your household that is purple. The pen on my work desk is purple. I also have a purple highlighter that I used while still in college. What was the last food item that you used your hands to eat? Churros. Have you seen anyone today that you consider to be attractive? Nope, I’ve only seen my family and even though I wouldn’t call them ugly, I don’t find them attractive in ~that way either. Do you recall what you were doing at 9:30 this morning? Trying to take a survey before realizing I wouldn’t be able to finish it because I felt a breakdown coming through. Do you use a moisturizer? What brand? No. My skin doesn’t really require lots of maintenance, so I’ve left it be for the most part. Do you currently own or use any toiletries with a fruity scent? I don’t think so. My shampoo has that original scent that just smells like...shampoo, I guess, my conditioner smells like milk, and my toothpaste is minty rather than fruity. Does anyone close to you have a beard? Dad, but he shaves it off all the time. The last time you were in your kitchen, what task(s) did you carry out? I made myself coffee. Name some pop groups that you loved as a child. Wasn’t into any as a child, but as a teenager I liked One Direction. Ok fine, as an adult too heheh Do you recall the first CD you ever owned? The High School Musical soundtrack lol Have you ever worked with anyone named Sophie? What was she like? I went to school with multiple Sophies but I never had to work with them. What terms of endearment do you mostly use when speaking to others? I use “b” or “bb” with nearly everyone, as long as it’s appropriate. Is anyone in your family currently pregnant? No. I used to think I was next, but I think I’ll be waiting a lot longer now. I don’t even know if it would still happen to me...which is sad, because I’ve always wanted a kid of my own. Do you have any specific plans for this weekend? If the typhoon subsides by this week I’ll be expecting my cross-stitch kit that I ordered online, and I can’t wait to start learning all weekend. {found @ pinkchocolate}

[r-ahh-mi]

Trinity

Elliot Alderson x Fem Reader x Fem Reader

Warning: hot hot threesome smut; girl on girl, sub/dom, light restraining, face sitting, hair pulling, choking, light degration, drug usage, swearing, and alcohol usage. SO BASICALLY FILTH

Word Count: 10k *and i’m not sorry about it.

A/N: I wrote a sort of epilogue to this, which you can read here X  if you feel inclined to. Hope you enjoy! xx

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Elliot:

It was like an out of body experience. My mind was buzzing from the alcohol  and this absolute terror of a work party wasn’t helping much either. Everyone was fucked up already; it was only 10 pm for Christ sake. I’m sure the nine to five lifestyle gets to some, me, not so much. Allsafe is what pays my bills, sure, but it’s not my priority or what I invest my talents in to. Everyone else probably worked this shitty job to pay for their shitty apartments in an even shittier neighborhood just so they could go home with their loved ones and feel at home, whatever home even was anymore.

“Hello!”, a pale hand waved itself in front of my face -- I suppose I must have zoned out whilst lost in my thoughts; nothing out of the ordinary.

The redhead behind the bar stared at me, hand on her hip, waiting for my response.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted another drink. You finished yours like ten minutes ago.”

My eyes glanced towards the empty glass still sat near my hand as I lightly pushed it towards the bartender. “Just another of these is fine.”

She nodded, a soft smile on her lips; her pretty, light pink lips. 

Fuck

I slightly shook my head, moving the absurd and obscene thoughts from my head as I watched her walk away, hips slightly swaying and the light peaking through her black mesh top so I could see her red lace bra clearly.

See, this is why I don’t drink. Drinking gives me a different affect then when i’m high; i feel so out of control and anxious the entire time i’m under the influence of an alcoholic substance, whereas drugs, drugs make me numb, drugs make me relax, drugs make me forget that i’m not in total control and i fucking love it.

“Here ya go”, the redhead pushed the ‘whiskey on the rocks’ my way as she waltzed over to the next awaiting customer, but not before shooting me a smile.

She’s hot.

I continued to watch her for the next several minutes, sipping my beverage to a speed fit to my liking as a crowd screaming and hollering brought me out of my gaze. I watched them all staring excitedly at the sports event set on the big screen television, cheering as if they had just won some sort of lottery.

Sports. What a mindless way to spend your time when you could be doing so much better in the world, but instead you’re racking up millions and millions and buying one car, then another, yet we have hungry, homeless people in our country alone, not to mention the entire fucking world. How do they sleep at night?

“You think a lot huh?”

Again, the redhead was leaning towards me, elbows holding up her upper body from the bar as I mentally yelled at myself for going on a inner rant.

“I guess,” I shrugged.

She eyed me for a bit, not saying a word, just watching me. Every once in a while, she’d smirk, probably noticing my uneasiness with the way she was literally just staring at me.

“You smoke?”, she lifted a cigarette in the air that was placed between her fingers.

I nodded, turning my eyes away from her to stare at my hands set on the bar.

“Wanna come outside with me? I hate taking my break outside alone in this neighborhood at night.”

Isn’t it sad? People can’t even enjoy life anymore without the fear of getting stabbed or shot or fucking murdered.

“I’ll get you another drink after; no charge, I promise.”

My eyes traveled back up to hers, her playful little smirk enticing me to follow her request.

“Okay,” I nodded, keeping my reply short.

The woman nodded towards the front door, silently telling me to meet her outside, as she headed for the back exit, I suppose, to grab a personal belonging or two.

I pushed my way through the crowd of people who were still indulging in whatever else was on television, and finally landed my feet on the sidewalk set outside. It was nice out - a little breezy, but not too cool, making it desirable to actually be outside which was a lovely change of pace from the brutal winter that had came with full force this year.

A dark haired girl was also outside with her back against the brick wall as she dragged a cigarette to and from her lips; exhaling and keeping her eyes fixated on the streetlight across the street.

She briefly glanced at me, most likely just to get a good look at the person who had taken her seclusion away from her, but quickly brought her eyes back up to the tri-colored lights, seemingly memorized by them.

I pulled my pack of cigarettes out of my pant pocket and slipped a stick out, bringing it to my lips, and lighting it with my eyes also now fixated on the streetlight.

It was pleasant, I guess. Coming and going colors, almost hypnotic to the eye, yet so relaxing at the same time.

“Enjoying the light show are we?”

The red head emerged from the alley with, what looked to be, a cigarette and phone in hand, as she glanced at me and the dark haired girl; particularly spending a little extra time glancing at the other girl, eyeing her up and down, which i couldn’t blame her for...

Her tight fitting dress cut at the knee, was flattering to her small frame. Especially when she exhaled; her lips slightly a gap, her breasts gently heaving as she let out a deep breath. I caught myself licking my lips, subconsciously, as I eyed her up, probably a little too long.

“It’s okay, I think she’s hot too”, the redhead whispered.

I was caught in a sandwich sort of situation with two beautiful women and most men my age wouldn’t have a single complaint, except that I was nothing like the rest of them and by them I mean the other inhabitants of the world. My anxiety was at a high as we all sat in silence that was anything but comfortable, at least not for me and all I wanted to do was make a run for it, which I nearly did before I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me instantly shrug the sharp touch away.

“Seems like someone needs a hit?”

The familiar, sweet aroma of marijuana filled my nostrils as the red head glided her hand near my lips and the alcohol made me much too gullible as I, without hesitation, brought my lips around the joint and took a deep inhale of the substance.

“And you?”, she peered over my shoulder at the dark haired girl, who shyly looked at the joint and then at me as the bartender passed the stick to me to then pass to the girl.

“Won’t kill you, I promise”, I quietly smiled in the dark haired girls direction as she also had a slight smile on her lips and took the joint from my fingers, breathing in a nice long hit before passing it back to me.

All three of us were silent as we breathed in the spring night air; the zipping of cars and the buzzing of tourists walking by always made me feel comfortable or, rather, surrounded by something comfortable and familiar. It was like one giant distraction for my mind, but, on the other hand, it was also something that made me quite anxious. Having loads of people all scrunched in one place felt overwhelming to me if you caught me on a day where my anxiety was particularly god awful.

Isn’t it funny? All we need is a little background noise and our minds are put at ease. Our loneliness is diluted, even if its just a little bit.

“Would you guys want to hang out?”, The redhead chimed in, breaking my mental thesis I was creating on ‘Humans: Why the fuck we like noise’. 

“Ma--Maybe we could smoke some more at my place or something”, I joined, but quickly trailed off, realizing how utterly creepy I was sounding to these two women I had just met, but i was merely trying to think like a normal person would and inviting them to hang out seemed normal, right?

Fucking hell, they probably thought I was a fucking pervert.

“Where do you live?”, the dark haired girl asked, finishing off her cigarette and kicking it to the ground as her high heeled clad foot stomped out the burning flame.

“Uh..Chinatown.”

She nodded, “I live not too far from there. I’m in.”

I’m sure my expression was one filled with disbelief, but her friendly smile eased me as I returned a small grin.

“I get off in a half hour, I can meet you there.”

“No,” I shook my head, being much too nervous to have only one person in my home that I would have to entertain somehow, two people, sure, especially since this red head seemed outgoing and quite the conversationalist, but just me and this dark haired girl, no way.

“No?”

“I mean, I’ll wait for you. If--If that’s okay with you,” I turned to the dark haired girl and she nodded slowly, resting the back of her head onto the cool wall once again.

“Buy me a drink and I’ll stay.”

So the quiet girl was also flirtatious; I could live with that.

“I think I can do that.”

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The back seat of this taxi cab was instantly making me regret everything. Why the fuck would I invite two strangers into my apartment, not to mention invite them to smoke more with me. It was making me start to question my intentions; why did I want them to come over? Was I merely lonely? Seeking out strangers for company was something I would never do, but alcohol combined with weed could very well be a lethal combination to my psyche. 

Yeah, maybe that was it.

Thankfully, the drive wasn’t long and I was able to pile out of the cab quickly as I began to start for my apartment buildings main door.

“Slow down why don’t ‘cha!”, the red head called as her and the other girl were still situating their clothing after just getting out of the crammed car.

“Sorry”, I said quietly, not even sure if they could hear me. I tucked my hands inside my jean pockets as I attempted to relax just a bit.

“Eager are we?”

“I’m just--cold is all..” the red head nodded, clearly not buying my lame excuse as she watched me unlock the door, letting the three of us into the slightly heated building.

I knew they were both judging where I lived as they glanced around at the cheaply painted walls and the various stains set on them while we walked up the stairs, eventually landing at my door.

My keys jingled as I twisted them around in the door knob, unlocking and opening up my home to the two mysterious women.

No going back now.

Again, they looked around my apartment, silently judging, as everyone is constantly doing all through out their lives.

“Your place is...cozy”, the dark haired girl complimented, or at least tried to muster about some sort of compliment purely to be polite.

“I guess.”

Both of the girls immediately got comfortable; taking off their coats and holding them up questionably as I tried to configure what it is they were searching for.

Oh right, a coat rack..

Anxiously, I searched around my small apartment looking for any nearby space to place the two warm pieces of fabric.

“Here is fine,” I said, motioning to the hook placed on the inside of my open bathroom door; that’ll do i guess.

As the girls figured out the arrangement of their coats, I took a spot on my couch and attempted to not look as awkward as I felt right now.

“So...”, the redhead started for the couch I was sat at, making me scoot over so I was no longer in the middle of the plush seat as she sat next to me.

“Are we smoking your stuff or my stuff? I may not have enough for-”

“Mine is fine,” I said rather hastily and honestly as I just wanted to get this over with and return to the seclusion of my home and my computer.

No matter how lonely I felt, I would much rather prefer my own company then anyone else, besides the select few in my life that I could tolerate. Because loneliness was something I could cope with, but having someone, I wasn’t too comfortable with, in my presence would send my anxiety through a roller coaster like spiral, which was something I couldn’t handle, nor ignore because of the physical symptoms I would begin to show.

My box, containing all of my narcotics was set on my coffee table, directly in front of the dark haired girl, who had just taken a seat on the floor, directly in front of me.

I didn’t want to say anything, feeling much too anxious about how I would even ask her to kindly scoot my ‘drug box’ over to me, as crazy as that sounds and as small as that sounds, that was a big deal for me to even mutter any sort of request to a stranger, well a kind of stranger. I suppose we had gotten decently acquainted while waiting for the bartender to get done with her shift.

I settled to awkwardly reaching over her body and grabbing the box, setting the wood in my lap as I pulled out the baggie and rolling paper while I began to spill the weed into my grinder before rolling a medium sized joint that we all could indulge in. And indulge we did, indeed.

By the time the joint was burnt to its end we were all chatting along comfortably in conversation, me being much more relaxed, the dark haired girl being quite the chatter box, and the red head remaining true to her outgoing self, but much more touchy as her hand kept coming in contact with my shoulder.

I didn’t mind the touching as much as before, but the drugs were still starting to settle in my system so I wasn’t my completely comfortable high self just yet and I was seeking desperately for an excuse to to get away from the red heads touch on my shoulder.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom”, I announced as I maneuvered my way through the two bodies and shut the door behind me while I figured that a splash of cool water and some quiet couple of minutes should do me just fine. However, after my few minutes were up and my anxiety was calmed, I returned to find the girls were not chatting comfortably, like I had envisioned while I was in the bathroom.

I stood and stared unabashed as their lips were connected while the two women gently made out with one another; it was hypnotizing really and almost seemed too perfect and choreographed with the way they were in sync with one another as their hands roamed each others bodies and their tongues danced with the others while they left lingering open mouth kisses.

The red head must have sensed my longing stare as she opened her eyes and looked directly at me with a smirk that was just barely visible to me because of the dark haired girls needful mouth that was still ravishing the red head. However, she quickly took her eyes back to their closed position as she kept on entertaining the other girls lips, acting as if I had never seen anything...or maybe she wanted me to see...and wanted me to watch as her hand, ever so slightly, moved to the back of the dark haired girls dress, clasping the zipper in between her fingers as she dragged the metal down until it stopped at the girls mid back, making her slightly tanned skin peak out.

I remained standing like statue, watching as the red head assisted the other girl out of the straps of her dress, leaving the fabric clustered together at her waist and letting her chest, only clad in a black bra, feel the crisp air from my own window. The dark haired girl then, also, dragged her eyes over to me as the redhead placed bruising kisses to her neck, surely leaving hickeys scattered across her skin.

A loud gulp left my throat as the dark haired girl remained with her eyes fixed on me as the red head began to leave kisses to her cleavage, even going so far as to move one of the bra straps down the girls arm, but quickly bringing the strap back up to rest on her shoulder as they both now fixated their eyes on me.

I wanted to say something along the lines of ‘what the fuck are you guys doing’ but, to be frank, I was enjoying it too much. Had i said such harsh words, maybe they would’ve both left leaving me regretting and slightly turned on..and i wanted nothing but the complete opposite of regretting.

“Do you mind?”

I look towards the red head, not even noticing that the two girls had finally pried away from each other as they both relaxed on my couch, their backs hitting the cushion so they were sitting up straight and both watching me like a hawk.

“Do I mind what?”

“If I play with her a bit? It’s your apartment so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable and - - you look really uncomfortable.”

At her words, I attempted to make myself look more relaxed, slouching my shoulders and clearing my throat, in the hopes it would relax my facial features just a tad. Anything to make them stay and keep doing..whatever it is they were planning on doing.

“No, no. I don’t mind”, my words were strangled, but they seem to have done the trick as the red headed and dark haired girl both turned to each other, giving off almost devilish type grins while the dark haired girl shimmied down the couch, letting her back fall onto the bottom cushions so she was laying down. The red head watched the other girls movements as she bit her lip and immediately crawled in between the girls legs.

“Sit there”, the red head ordered me.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to have a good view of me eating her out.”

Holy Shit.

“Holy Shit.”

“Sit, I insist.”, the redhead’s playful grin quickly turned serious as she pointed to my bed, immediately making me comply and take the small strides over to the sheet clad mattress.

I sat on the edge, nearly very edge, of my bed as both of the women kept looking back and forth between me and each other as they shared giggles while their hands caressed each others arms and legs and whatever else they could get their hands on.

It was rather odd, they seemed so comfortable with one another and yet, to the best of my knowledge, they had just met. I suppose the alcohol and weed were to blame for this relaxed feeling and I wasn’t complaining because I too felt relaxed and comfortable; two things I am usually neither of.

Although my vision was finding it hard to concentrate on most things, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the two women who were in front of me as they teased each other by brushing their lips every so slightly together and then pulling away and sharing a laugh.

“What do you think I should do first?”

Was she talking to me? The redhead wasn’t looking at the other girl..so she must have been asking me.

“Me?”

The redhead scoffed, “Yes dear, you. What should I do first to our friend here?”

As I dove into my thoughts, getting the most stunning of mental images, the redhead eyed the dark haired girl up and down as her hands wrapped around the girls waist, pulling the girls body adjacent to hers.

I’d never been in this situation before, so you can imagine the only things I could conjure up in my mind of what i wanted to watch them do was from some shitty porn that I watched as a teenager.

“W-What do you want to do to her?”

The redhead, who I decided to nickname Red for the rest of the evening, shook her head with a small laugh.

“That’s not what I asked. I want you to tell me what to do to her.”

Fuck, that’s hot. Well, it would’ve been hotter had I not been nervous to say some stereotypical bull shit that any guy would say if he had two women who were practically dry humping in front of him.

“Touch her.”, I managed to squeak out.

“You’re so cute babe, but can you be more specific? Where would you like me touch her?”

I scanned my eyes up and down the dark haired girls body that had her upper half clothed in only a bra and god, I honestly didn’t know what I wanted to see her touch first. I just knew I wanted her to touch everything.

“Maybe here?”, Red traced the tip of her finger along the top of the dark haired girls bra as her breasts were pushed up into the cups, making me lick my lips as I watched Red’s finger every so slightly dip under the fabric of the brassiere.

I quickly nodded, my dilated pupils not being able to keep their eyes away from the two beauties as I could feel the heat beginning to rush down my body, into my thighs, and down to my cock.

I clenched my hands on the edge of my mattress as Red let her entire palm spread out across one of the dark haired girls breasts, giving it a firm grab as she continued to massage her over her bra, while her other hand moved around to the girls back and unclasped her bra, making the fabric slump away from her chest.

Red took her hand away from the other girls breast so she could slip the straps down the girls shoulders and fling the bra to the floor and immediately Red’s lips attached themselves to the girls neck, leaving soft bites, making the dark haired woman moan so softly, it was barely audible.

Red’s kisses trailed further and further down, first to the girls shoulders, collarbones, and down to the dip between her breasts as her mouth began to leave sloppy, wet kisses that moved over to one of her breasts as she lightly nipped at the skin.

The dark haired girls hands went to Red’s hair as she began to graze her teeth along her nipple before enveloping her lips around the pink nub, making her squirm beneath Red’s touch as she added some swirling of the tongue to the action, making me also squirm as I watched the dark haired girls breathy moans leave her open mouth.

Suddenly, Red pulled her face upwards to look directly at me as she wiped some of her saliva from her lips. “Take off your pants.”

I gulped, knowing she was directing her order towards me as I quickly obeyed and stood up so I could slumped my way out of my jeans before sitting back down to my original spot.

“Good boy”, Red smiled.

Until now, I hadn’t realized how aroused I was until the bulge in my briefs caught my eye, making me feel a bit self conscious..but then again, what would have been the purpose of these girls wanting me to watch them if it wasn’t to get me visibly aroused.

“You can touch yourself, but only over the briefs, nothing under them just yet. Got it?”

God, if I wasn’t already dripping pre cum, I sure as hell was now just from hearing her order me around some more. It was very attractive, to say the very least.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you understand. I want to hear you say it.”

I nodded, but quickly scolded myself for going against her exact wishes.

“Words babe. Use them.”

“I understand.”, I said quickly which seemed pleasing to Red as she flashed me a smile before returning her eyes back to the dark haired girl.

Suddenly her expression changed from sweet smile to vixen as she returned her lips back to the girls chest, teasingly pressing a kiss to her nipple once more before starting to lead her kisses down the girls sternum, down her stomach, and to her waist, right where the girls dress was still bunched up.

As red pulled the dark haired girls dress down the remainder of her body, I felt my hand instinctively twitch, knowing exactly how badly I wanted to touch my growing erection. I settled on at least moving my palm to my thigh, resting it dangerously close to the thumping pulse in my groin area as I watched the girls dress be thrown to the ground, leaving the dark haired girl completely naked on my couch and making me thank the invisible gods in the sky that she decided on not wearing panties tonight.

“Ooo, no panties?”, Red smirked up at the girl and then at me as if she knew she had just read my mind, but she also had her eyebrows knitted together as she looked me up and down.

“Why aren’t you touching yourself?”

I took my gaze away from her and let my eyes fall to my lap as I shrugged.

“I want to see you tease yourself through your briefs babe.”

I bit my lip at her words, keeping my eyes still focused on my lap which also meant my erection was in my perfect view and just begging and aching for me to listen to her words.

“Do I have to beg?”

Now that, I wouldn’t mind.

I looked up at her with a slight smirk as my teeth still tucked my bottom lip in, “Maybe.”

Red and the dark haired girl shared a few ‘ooo’s’ before answering me, “I’m sure you’d like me begging on my knee’s sweetheart, but right now i’m in charge. Maybe i’ll let you tell us what to do later, okay?”

This time, we all shared a small flirtatious laugh as I nodded in Red’s direction.

“For now, I better see your hand on your cock in the next 30 seconds or i’ll come over there and make you touch yourself.”

The mood shifted back into a sensual type feel as I shakily brought my hand to the ever growing bulge in my boxers, but not making any movements despite my brain shouting at me to give myself some god damn relief. Red was silent, but evidently pleased with my obeying action as she returned her attention back to the girl as she moved her body down to the very end of the couch and brought her arms to wrap around the dark haired girls thighs.

Red’s still clothed ass stuck up in the air as I watched her slowly drag soft kisses up the tops of the girls thigh and further and further..until her mouth made contact with a, apparently very pleasurable, spot as the dark haired girl squirmed and winced below her. 

From my view, I wasn’t able to see exactly what Red was doing to the girl which, i’m sure she planned out perfectly in that little red head of hers. but what I could make out was Red making long, slow strides with her tongue being just barely visible as the dark haired girl placed both of her hands on her thighs, squeezing them tightly as her tan skin shimmered with a light layer or sweat.

Red switched her movements as she kept her face in the same spot, but hollowed her cheeks out, making a sucking noise as she would pull away and then return to, what i’m assuming was, sucking on the girls clit, causing the dark haired girl to move one of her hands into those red locks and tug on them as she began grinding her aching core against Red’s mouth.

However, the action didn’t last long as Red pulled her mouth off of the dark haired girl, much to her dismay, and moved her eyes to me while she dipped her hand between the girls thighs. 

From the way the dark haired girls legs shook, I presumed Red was furiously rubbing her thumb on a particularly sensitive area, but regardless, Red kept most of her attention fixed on me as she bit down on her lip.

“Someones having fun hmm?”, Red moved her eyes down to my lap and back up to my face with that trademark smirk of hers.

I followed where her eyes were signalling and saw my hand, every so slowly and subtly rubbing my erection through my briefs. I suppose my subconscious must have taken over as I mindlessly indulged in watching the two women deep in pleasure because I couldn’t recall my hand moving to tease myself what so ever; not that I was complaining, more so thanking my mind for allowing me to indulge in relaxation and pleasure for once, but feeling slightly bashful under Red’s gaze, I went to move my hand away.

“Don’t.”, Red warned, with her eyes still on me.

“I just want you to make yourself feel good for me, is that so wrong?” Her bright blue eyes turned baby doll like as she fluttered her lashes, while a slight pout made it’s way to her swollen lips as her fingers kept moving and making the dark haired girl squirm and moan.

Reluctantly, I sighed and slowly started grazing the tips of my fingers against my cock, feeling the sticky pre cum as it seeped through the fabric of my boxers. 

“Good boy.” 

Just from her words, I could feel my cock ache and pulse even harder as I, finally, began to fully palm my erection whilst Red started to stand up and walk towards me, leaving the dark haired girl in a hot tizzy as she watched the both of us.

Red didn’t say a word as she sat on the floor directly in front of me with minimal distance between her face and my hand that had froze in its place.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

My breathing hitched as she nibbled on her lip, flickering her eyes from where my hand rested and up to my face. She seemed almost anxious looking just waiting for my move and it gave me a gigantic confidence boost to know that she wanted to watch me make a mess of myself with her so near to me and with those precious little swollen lips and flushed cheeks.

With the utmost amount of confidence I could muster up, slowly my hand began palming myself as I let out a soft sigh. Red’s eyes continued flickering between my hand movements and my face as she’d always switch to look at my expression every time I let out an audible noise as I could feel my cock become fully erect and ooze with precum.

Apparently, Red noticed as well as she laid her hand on top of mine and pushed it to rest on my thigh. I watched her with wondering eyes as she moved her face towards my lap, never taking her eyes off of me, as she pushed my hand away and let her lips linger over of my clothed cock.

Subconsciously, my hand went to her hair; my go to move that didn’t seem to get any complaints from any of my partners prior to this, but she quickly moved her hand to the palm I just laid on top of her head as she pulled her mouth away from me so she could get a better look at me.

“I’ll let it slide this time, only because I love having my hair pulled, but if you don’t ask next time, it won’t be good for you. Understand?”

Her warm breath was hitting my cock with every word she said and it was difficult to even listen to her as she spoke because all I wanted was her lips back on me..except without my briefs covering me up. However, I was able to nod, solely for the purpose of having her lips back to what they were getting up to because god did I want her mouth right now more than anything.

Red smiled up at me as she continued to linger her lips against my cock, occasionally pressing light kisses, sending a hissing noise through my teeth as I silently pleaded with her. Although I was silent, except for my noises of pleasure, I tried my absolute best to get my eyes to tell her how much I fucking craved her right now.

I suppose she may have gotten my message as she gripped the waistband of my briefs, making me lift up my body with my hips, and letting her take the black fabric off of my lower half.

Before I could even entertain the mental images of her mouth wrapped around my cock, Red motioned to the dark haired girl as she silently called her over to where she knelt.

I watched as the dark haired girls naked frame glowed in my dark room, only being illuminated by the neon lights on the building across the street that displayed her breasts with shadows framing them perfectly and the dim lighting highlighted her toned legs.

God, I bet her thighs taste amazing.

Eventually, the dark haired girl made her way over to Red and bent down to her level as Red whispered something into the girls ear, making her bite her lip and look back at me as she nodded. She then made her way over to me and sat on the bed as she took a seat behind me, having her legs spread so I was now sitting in between them.

The dark haired girls fingers went to the back of my neck as she lightly tickled my skin all the while Red was raking her nails gently up and down my thighs, watching my every move and reaction in the process.

“Okay so here’s the deal”, Red started as I anxiously awaiting her words. “You’re going to touch yourself for us, think you can do that?”

 I gulped due to the sheer erotica coming from her lips and because of my nerves. The anxiety wasn’t prominent in me, at least not at the moment, but more just being nervous and shy I suppose, but I still nodded because they both had me eating out of the palm of their hands and I was completely okay with it and based upon their reactions, so were they.

Red sat back on her heels, giving me a little more room, as I gripped my shaft in my hand, giving it one long slow pump, making a deep groan leave my throat as I subconsciously fluttered my eyes closed.

Auto pilot soon took over as I continued pumping myself in my hand, now, at a fast pace as I nibbled on my lip with a crease buried deep into my forehead and my eyes still closed, that is until I felt a gentle touch come to cup my balls sending a spark of pleasure that I hadn’t yet experienced tonight. With a breathless expression, I opened my eyes to see Red smiling up at me as she continued gently squeezing them in her hand and then moving her palms to rest on the tops of my thighs as she scooter herself closer to me.

“Can I taste you?”

“Please.”

Even I was shocked I had manged to answer so quickly, usually my brain was one to over think and then think some more before I spoke, but I wanted nothing more then for her to have those red stained lips on me right now.

“One condition”, I nodded, urging Red to go on, “our little friend behind you is going to hold your hands down so you can’t touch. Is that okay?”

I quickly nodded, not touching was something I was more than comfortable doing so this should be no issue with me what so ever.

“Good”, Red replied as she pushed her hand against my chest, urging me to rest my back against my mattress, to which, i did so obediently as the dark haired girl lifted both of my arms, straight out above my head, as she held my wrists together with her two hands and sat next to my face.

I couldn’t help but admire her body which was now very up close and perfectly personal with me and, surprisingly, I really wanted to wiggle my hands out of her grip so I could admire the softness of her breasts in my hands. She must have noticed my new desire as she gave me a wicked grin.

“You can still use your mouth ya know.”, she whispered in my ear as she dipped her upper half closer to me, leaving her chest so close, i couldn’t resist. 

I stuck my tongue out and gently ran it along the skin of her breasts, nipping and leaving saliva everywhere I wanted to taste her at until I got closer to her nipple. Slightly, I stuck my neck upwards and wrapped my lips around the pink nub as I sucked and licked gently while she hummed in pleasure while her hand began to gently rub against the hair on top of my head.

I continued loving on her chest as I felt a hand grip my shaft and slowly start touching my tip; my swollen and needy tip that was surely smothered in pre cum by now. 

I shifted my head so I could gaze down at Red who was gathering the precum from my slit, on the tip of her finger, and pressing it against her tongue as she licked her lips in anticipation before she brought her lips down to fully envelope my tip. 

I sunk my head back down to the mattress as I stared up at the gorgeous naked girl hovering above me. “Can I kiss you?”

The dark haired girl smiled as she peered down to look at me “Yes, thank you for asking.”

She was much softer then Red, I came to notice, even her kisses were soft and sweet, all the while Red was sucking hard on my tip, making me moan against the other girls mouth as our tongues began to dance with one another in a lazy, but pleasurable fashion.

After Red had teased my tip for a while, she started to move her lips all the way down my shaft, taking every inch of me that she possibly could, making my hips buck upwards into her mouth. Her lips were so perfect around me and her hollowed cheeks made everything even more tight as she smothered my cock.

Without noticing, I went to move one of my hands so it could rest on top of Red’s head, but I was quickly reminded that that was not allowed as the dark haired girl removed her lips from mine and tightened her grip on my wrists.

“You know the rules baby. No matter how much I want you to touch me right now..no touching.”

I nodded slowly, keeping my eyes on her face and admiring her beauty as she brought her lips back down to mine and we began making out again as Red started bobbing her head slowly on my cock. Up and then down, then back up and all the way back down until I felt the tip of her nose touch my lower stomach. 

Fuck she was taking me so deep and I wanted nothing more than to cum down her throat..but I also didn’t want to let my orgasm come so easily and quickly..I needed to devour this moment that would, most likely, never happen again.

I quietly worked on holding in my nearly present orgasm as Red bobbed her head at a nice medium pace, lathering her tongue on my skin, and using her hand to pump the rest of me as she hummed against my cock every time my hips twitched in pleasure.

I began to slightly rock my hips in rhythm with Red’s movements, but she quickly pulled her mouth off of me as I looked down at her, disconnecting my lips from the dark haired girl in the process.

“Why’d you stop?”, I said breathlessly.

“I can’t have you cumming already babe. I want to make you last a while so we can have our turns.”

Red came to a standing position as she motioned for the dark haired girl to come next to her as I rolled my wrists around a couple times, getting adjusted to the newly found freedom as the girls conversated about who knows what until the pair parted ways. Red stood to my left and the dark haired girl taking a seat on my couch, facing me as she patiently rested her elbows on the tops of her bent thighs.

Without any words, Red began to lift the hem of her shirt before discarding it completely, flinging the mesh fabric to the floor. Her red lace bra hugged her breasts so well, making the tops of them perfectly puffed out and pushed upwards -- you have no idea how tempting they were as I licked my lips and eyed them up, dreaming of all the things I wanted to do with them.

“Wanna give me a hand instead of just staring?”

Red reached her arms out to grab each of my hands in hers as she placed my hands on either side of her waist, just above the top of her black jeans and left my hands there by themselves to figure out what they wanted to discard first.

Of course, I settled on unbuttoning her jeans, not wanting to leave her chest bare just yet; more for my imagination to unfold and a longer anticipation of what she looked like in the nude.

My fingers stuttered a bit, but eventually they got the metal zipper to drag down as I began to tug the denim down her thighs, until she assisted me and kicked each leg out of the fabric and off of her body completely.

I was nearly convinced she had this all planned somehow due to her matching lingerie set -- the red lace complimenting her pale skin and nearly matching the hairs atop her head as she, for the first time tonight, didn’t seem too overly confident or dominant, in fact, she looked a bit shy as she nibbled on her lip while I took in her underwear clad body.

“Don’t be shy. You’re beautiful.” Red smiled down at my briefly before taking her hand and wrapping it around my chin, shifting my gaze to look her directly in the eye instead of my fidgeting gaze shifting across her body, taking in every single piece of skin I could.

“You’re sweet”, she said calmly and soft, “and I can’t wait to ruin you.” This time her speech was much more prominent as she snuck back into her dominant role as she moved her legs to straddle me on the bed.

“Is there anything you don’t want me to do? Tell me now or i’m not sure i’ll be able to stop myself once I have you naked and lying beneath me”, her voice was so soft and dark and lust filled, it nearly drove the orgasm to rip out of my body as she moved her hands to either side of my jaw.

I shook my head and gave her a quiet ‘no’ as she smiled down at me and gently pressed her lips to mine. Eagerly, I devoured her lips -- the anticipation surely made everything feel ten times better as I felt every flick of her tongue and twinge of her lips as we moved together. Our mouths were hot and full of saliva as I felt some drip down from my lips to my chin and, fuck, I didn’t care. I really didn’t care about anything, except this woman who was grinding so painfully well against my cock.

“Undress me”, Red pulled away, her lips so swollen and smeared as she tried to catch her panting breath.

My hands were hurried and hungry as I went to her back, immediately fixing my hands to the clasp of her bra as I struggled to unlatch the hooks and release her chest to my feasting eyes.

Red giggled and set her hands on top of mine, “You must not do this often hmm?”

I briefly looked away with red cheeks, no doubt, as she pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. I brought my eyes back to hers and, while diving into my own embarrassment, I must have not seen her discard her bra so quickly. 

Her breasts were perked up directly into my face as she grabbed my hands and, yet again, moved them down to her waist, mere inches from the lace top of her panties.

God, those glorious panties.

“Take them off.”

“Yes ma’am”, I half jokingly, half seriously muttered as I hooked my thumbs into the fabric and began to slowly drag it down her legs.

Seeing as she was straddling me, she assisted in discarding the fabric and with a final flick of her foot, she was utterly and deliciously bare in the literal palms of my hands.

Shamelessly, my hands smoothed against the curvature of her hips and her waist as I brought my lips to her neck and began to leave small bites along her skin. She was easily marked up, I came to notice, and I loved it -- god did i fucking love it as I obsessively continued to leave little purple marks all along her neck and collarbone as my lips moved their way down to her breasts.

Red wrapped both of her arms around my neck as I devoured her chest. Letting my tongue flick against her hard nipple and my hand pinch and twist the other. Just the action was making my cock ache more and more and I think Red could tell as she let her hand wander down between our bodies to my clothed stomach and down to my bare cock as she slowly pumped me in her hand.

I winced in pleasure and nearly forgot we had another set of eyes in the room, that is until I felt the dark haired girl come up behind me and slink her hands up and down my back.

“Do you want to taste her?”, Red puffed out, still reeling from my lips on her chest as her eyes motioned towards the dark haired girl.

“I’d love to.”

“Good answer”, she smirked. “Now, take your shirt off and then lay on your back.”

Eagerly, my shirt was discarded while the dark haired girl moved so that I could rest my back fully against the mattress as my feet slightly dangled off of the edge.

The dark haired girl maneuvered her body so that she was straddling and hovering over my face with her body facing towards Red. Her wet folds gloriously glistening mere inches from my hungry lips as I wanted nothing more then to move my face to cover the distance and envelope my tongue in her sweet juices.

“Wait”, Red said, giving my thigh a light tap as I heard the rustling of an unknown object, however, I was made very clear what this said object was once I felt her roll the condom onto my hot member.

As I had done all night, I never questioned Red’s actions. She had definitely treated me well up until now so I was putting my well being in the palms of her hands and it felt nice, very out of my comfort zone, but nice that I was no longer needing to think for five minutes in order to make a decision on something.

From my position, I wasn’t able to bend my neck down and get a good glimpse of what I was in for so I relied on the sounds and feeling of the bed dipping below me to drop me hints.

A few more movements on the mattress and then Red and the other girl were motionless as they whispered, to one another, some words I couldn’t make out. 

“Ready?”

“Yes”, I squeaked out as I felt a warm sensation looming above my cock.

“Eat her up then.”

I didn’t waste a second before my tongue licked a long strip up her, as I had guessed, very, very wet folds, as I felt my cock become enveloped in a warm heat as Red sunk her body down onto me in a tantalizingly slow motion.

Out of shock and pleasure, I moaned against the dark haired girls pussy as I gathered her wetness on the tip of my tongue and spread her juices all along her core, making her hips slightly flinch as she began to grinding herself against my mouth.

Red’s movements were still slow as she let out loud and high pitched moans every time she would move up and then slowly back down on my dick while my hands immediately reached out and grabbed her hips in my hands.

“Mmm I bet she tastes so good”, Red gasped,  “I loved how sweet she tasted earlier.”

Is it bad that I loved how out of breath Red was? How much she was struggling to catch a few gulps of air simply because she was loving the feeling of me inside of her? Even though I was particularly busy leaving kitten licks and sucking mouth movements to the girl above me, I was still so deep in the pleasure of Red as her tightness was making it increasingly difficult not to reach my peak too soon.

I roughly dug my fingers into Red’s hips, attempting to get her to slow down or stop moving so that I could enjoy this for what it was and to its fullest potential, but she must’ve taken it the exact opposite way as she sped up her bouncing, making me absolutely lose it. The pleasure hit me like a heavy wind as I felt the current shoot through my body, making my head fall back against the mattress as my hips moved with Red while she bounced on top of me until my body stilled and my breathing began to even out.

Before I could even begin to scold myself for hitting my climax way too soon, Red was moving off of me with the same giggle she’d been wearing all night.

“Don’t get too comfy now, our friend hasn’t cum yet.”

I suddenly remembered the other body in the room that was hovering above my mouth and i’m sure she didn’t appreciate me stopping the pleasure I was giving her when my climax hit.

In one swift movement I lifted my hands up, one going to her hips to hold her in place, and the other began caressing her wetness as she flinched at my touch.

“I just wanted to make sure you were still sensitive..sorry.”

I heard the girl above me laugh a little as she brought a hand down to caress my hair, “You’re sweet, but right now I want you to be anything but sweet to me.”

Her words made me suck in a breath of air through my teeth as I felt the familiar ache returning to my deflating cock as the dark haired girl lowered her body down to my mouth, once more, except this time she didn’t give me time to let her body adjust to my tongue laving in her arousal. She took complete control as he kept her hands in my hair, slightly tugging, as she shamelessly grinded her folds onto my mouth and chin.

I moved both of my hands to her hips to assist in keeping her balanced as she used my mouth to hers and my liking. Deep moans were ripping from my mouth every time she let out a carefree and loud moan and I could tell she was nearing her end..but I wanted to try something first.

One of my hands moved to her backside, giving the skin a quick smack before I dived two of my fingers inside of her. God, she was dripping and she loved it, I could tell as she started to grind even faster as I plunged my fingers in and out of her heat. The feeling of her around my fingers and using me for the sole purpose of her to get off was driving me mad as I looked up at her and watched her face twist and turn and dive into pleasure as her climax hit her with a screeching moan. She truly looked beautiful as she brought her hand up to her hair, giving it a small tug to release some of the pleasure as her creased forehead began to relax again and her body stopped moving.

She looked down at me briefly with a grin just before lifting her leg over my face and plopping her body down onto the mattress so that we were laying parallel to one another. Our finger tips lightly grazed each other as she turned to rest her cheek on the bed and look at me.

“You’ve got a little something...”, suddenly her hand moved towards me as her thumb smoothed over my bottom lip and chin.

As she pulled her hand away from me, I saw the clear fluid on her thumb, just before she dipped it between her lips to taste herself, all the while maintaining eye contact with me.

I continued watching the dark haired girl just as Red crawled up the girls body, hovering above her as she looked at me.

“Now this seems a tad unfair doesn’t it?”

I wasn’t exactly sure what Red was talking about, but I still gave her my undivided attention as she, every now and again, pressed kisses to the other girls lips.

“You’ve both cum and I haven’t. Maybe we should fix that, but the problem is choosing which one of you gets to make me cum.”

If i could raise my hand and say ‘i volunteer’ and not have that be completely and utterly dorky and weird, I would have. I wanted nothing more then to make her a mess, just as I had with the other girl – just the thought was making the heat in my cock get warmer and warmer.

“No takers? Am I going to have to do it by myself?”

“I want to.”

Red maneuvered her body so it was resting between the two of us now as she laid on her side, facing me, while her finger traced up and down my chest.

“and how do you expect to make me cum?”

“Let me show you”, I rested my hand on her hip, making sure to leave a firm grip.

Red looked at me a little while, seeming to process whatever she was thinking about before she hiked her outer leg up so it rested on my hip, making her core be teasingly close to my growing erection.

“Your time to shine babe; show me what you got.”

Without skipping a beat, I removed my hand from her hip and moved it to my shaft as I began rubbing my tip all along her slick folds. Although I wasn’t fully erect again just yet, the feeling of her arousal and her little noises and hip thrusts were sure to get me where I needed to be so I could please her properly.

“You like that?”

“Mhmm”, Red hummed, falling into a vulnerable, more submissive, role as she relaxed and just let me pleasure her as I continued pressing my shaft into her core, without fully entering her.

Her red hair was so unruly as she had her eyes closed, lips parted, and deep pants coming from her mouth and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the stunning women that I was working on it. Then my eyes flickered to the dark haired girl as she moved to a sitting position with her head and back resting against the wall at the top of my bed. Her legs were slightly parted as she watched us intently with a hand between her legs. She was shamelessly getting herself off to us and that only spurred me on even more as I pushed my tip into Red’s entrance, eliciting a silent, but open mouth reaction from her as I fully thrusted my hips into her, making her take me as deep as she could.

Instantly, I felt my cock become fully hard as her warmth and wetness covered me. I repeated the action, picking up the pace a bit, and then I began my assault. Mercilessly, I fucked her as fast and as hard as I wanted and she wasn’t complaining at all as her hand gripped my shoulder like her life depended on it. Her mouth was filthy; she was swearing with every moan that escaped her lipstick smeared pout, but my favorite was when she breathlessly whimpered in my ear and said, “you know exactly how to fuck a lady don’t you?”.

That did it. It really made my dominant side, that was often present anytime I was sexually active, come out as I pulled out of her and aggressively rolled her body so she was on all fours. I situated myself behind her and with zero warning, my hands went to her hips as I sharply thrusted into her, making her yelp as she scrunched up the sheets in her hands.

All the while, I was getting a great view of the dark haired girl as she continued pleasuring herself, this time adding two of her digits to the mix as she slowly penetrated herself over and over with her lip tucked into her teeth and her eyes boring into the actions me and Red were doing.

“Grab my hair”, I glanced towards red as she watched me with desperate, begging eyes and, at her request, I brought my hand up to her long red locks and gathered them into a ponytail in my hand as I yanked my arm back roughly, making her neck jerk backwards as she arched her back, letting a loud moan rip through her throat.

“Yeah you like that don’t you? You fucking slut.”

Soon as the words left my mouth, I knew Red was in for a brutal, brutal fucking that would leave her and I trembling. See, whenever I came into this dominance, I wasn’t stopping. Not until I got exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it. I was in control, no one else. The girls had their time to mess with me and treat me like their slave and I quite enjoyed it, but I also couldn’t wait to ruin the little red headed girl whimpering and clenching for me, not to mention, put on a great show for the dark haired girl with her legs spread wide and her fingers knuckle deep inside of her.

As my hips smacked against Red’s ass, I couldn’t help but tug just a little bit more…and a little bit more on her hair, until her back was flush against mine as she stood up on her knees with me still buried inside her. Instinctively, I moved my hand from her hair to wrap around her neck; feeling every gulp and breath she took underneath my palm as she continued leaving high pitched moans, letting me know that she wasn’t lasting much longer and neither was I.

“Are you going to let my cum inside you, huh?”

“Yes–yes please”

“Good girl”, I affectionately patted her hip before digging my fingers into her skin as I picked up my thrusts pace again, “and are you going to cum all over my cock?”

She nodded, unable to speak as our skin slapped together until I felt her tightly clench around me as weak moans left her lips while I loosened up my grip on her neck.

“Fuck, i’m cumming, fuck”, she sounded so needy and weak, like i’d wore her out just as intended. Just the noises she made, brought on my release as I spilled my arousal inside of her while the both of us grinded against each others bodies, riding out our highs.

“Shit”, I said, breathlessly, as my weak legs collapsed while my body flopped onto the mattress with Red doing the same.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were such a dom? I would’ve let you take the reigns a long time ago.”

I shrugged as I rolled the condom off and deposited it into a nearby trash can, “I wanted you to be in control. It was hot.”

Red and I enjoyed some light banter, until I heard a noise coming from the top of my bed. In my heat of the moment, I had completely forgotten about the dark haired girl who was a frazzled, horny mess right now. Loud moans ripped from her mouth as she furiously pounded two fingers deep inside of her and I could see her wetness dripping down from her swollen core.

“Can I help?”, She nodded at me, so eagerly, as I could tell she was close to her climax

Quickly, my body moved to rest between her legs as I moved her hands away and replaced her fingers with my own as I slowly pumped them inside of her, but I wasn’t planning on just using my fingers. No, I wanted to taste her again.

I wrapped my lips around her swollen pink nub and sucked as hard as I could, ignoring her clear over sensitivity, until she was a cumming mess. She grinded her body against my fingers as I let her ride out every ounce of pleasure she had built up, until her body slumped against my head board with a content sigh.

I dipped the two fingers into my mouth, clearing them of her arousal as I got situated in my bed. The sexual desire was fading and pure exhaustion was hitting me hard as my head hit my pillow that was next to the dark haired girl.

“Tired?”

“Just a bit”, I said timidly just before closing my eyes.

“I’m going to use the bathroom”, the dark haired girl said as she made her way up and off the bed and traveled in the direction of my small bathroom.

Red didn’t waste time as she took the other girls place, curling up next to me in bed, but making sure not to cuddle her body up against mine.

“You don’t seem like the cuddling type or else I would totally spoon you right now.”

I laughed, “Yeah no cuddling please.”

“Whatever you say”, Red said as she draped my duvet over her naked and now bruised up body, “Sweat dreams sweet heart.”

-

Tagged: @amcquivey @rami-malek-trash @sassystrawberryk @siriuslovesmarlene @queen-rogerina-mercury 

[mcsochists]

*record scratch* *freeze frame* yep, that’s me. VJNOKM i’m noelle, i’m twenty1, my timezone is est, i use she/her pronouns & small disclaimer: i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing, okay!! just keep that in mind when you .. read this .. “ intro ” i whipped up in half an hour. anywhen! if u wanna plot, feel free to hmu on discord at [mournful bagpipe music]#2581 or yk use the lil chat thing on tumblr if u aint got discord NVJOF. MOVING ON.. 

freya’s pinterest board(s): here!

content warning: neglect, alcohol, drugs

freya lockhart has been a medina complex resident for seven years, now. they’re twenty-two years old, and they tend to find a way to turn every conversation into an argument. sometimes when i walk by F24, i hear suncity by khalid playing. lately, i’d say they’re pretty magnetic, but sometimes that’s overwhelmed by the fact that they’re callous. i mean, they usually pay their rent on time, though, and that’s most important fact here. the distorted and desaturated world on the other side of a rainy window pane, detatched glances cast from bleary and bloodshot eyes & fuzzy and distorted recollections of the night before.

right off the bat i want u to know that i’m illiterate

anyways, freya was born & raised in east la w/ her parents and a plethora of extended family/family friends less than a block away. money was Always tight, but the one thing they never really had to worry about was safety bc her dad was a gang leader in their area ( tho it was only rly seen as a gang by the police & the few people in their neighborhood who weren’t colombian lmao ). her dad, saul puentes was like the big man on campus around where they lived, but people liked to rail him for marrying a gringa. ‘we were in love’ is the story he liked to tell, but they were polar opposites — his main focus had always been keeping himself and his family safe, no matter the cost. she, on the other hand, wanted a life she could brag to her friends and colleagues about. clearly, there were some warring factors there.

things were.. how u say.. Tense for the first handful of years of freya’s life, though she thought the entire world of her papa ( saw him as a kinda Hero, especially w/ the way most people deferred to him ). like she’d known her parents weren’t exactly In Love with each other but she just figured that was how all adults acted ( leaving her Uninterested in being married from a young age lmao ).

it was when her dad got arrested that changed things. at first they figured it would blow over & he’d be home in no time, but as evidence kept stacking up, it became less and less likely that he’d be released ( freya was like 8 at the time ). freya’s mom, completely strung out and Over It at this point, packed her and freya’s things & tried to move them out, but freya was uhh Not Having It, like at all, so some of her extended family took her in when her mom gave up trying to fight freya into the cab ( honestly, her mom is a self-centered bitch with no regard for anyone but herself, but i digress )

in the years following, freya continued to visit her dad in prison, always parting with the same promise of freeing him one day ( his bail was set at some outrageous sum, so she’s literally been saving forever ). being so focused on that goal & completely disinterested in going to college, freya dropped right out of high school as soon as she turned 16 and moved into the medina apartments so she wasn’t freeloading off her dad’s friends anymore. when she leased the apt, she did so under her mother’s maiden name cos it’s better to be safe than sorry & bc her dad also had a lot of enemies lmao lbr

being a mechanic hadnt ever crossed her mind as something she’d be good at & even less something she’d enjoy. when she was fifteen, though, one of her cousins ( think, like, 5th cousins lmao ) offered to let her work at his garage instead of having to wait tables at a shitty diner or, even worse, babysit. at first she wasn’t too thrilled about it & it felt like she’d never get the hang of it, but with time, she found she really enjoyed the work, especially the reward of hearing the engine rumble when you start it up for the first time. she didn’t fall in love with it, though, until the charger. her cousin had the shell of a ‘69 dodge charger & told her that if she could fix it up, she could keep it. WELL, the next 4 years of scavenging and looting for parts eventually paid off, leaving her with a love for cars & the envy of muscled white guys everywhere.

a part of her life she’s much more public about, tho, is how much she loves to party. now, according to her, [shrek vc] parties have layers. there are the dull parties, where it’s frowned upon to drink more than champagne, there are club parties where it’s more dancing and drinking than doing hard drugs ( fun, but not the best ) & there’s the house party in which both alcohol and drugs are always available ( her personal favorite ). it doesnt stop there tho bc there are also layers to house parties! the absolute best kind of party, in her opinion, are valley parties. sure, there’s bound to be stuck up rich people with sticks so far up their asses they can’t bend to tie their shoes, but valley parties also have the best selection of top shelf liquor & entire rooms dedicated to doing lines. those parties are the absolute peak, in her opinion & she will never pass up an opportunity to attend.

personality wise .. well, let’s just say she doesn’t really have one ? unless you count being completely bitter and cynical about everything as a personality.. she’s very very short tempered and will not hesitate to make a scene if the need arises ( she loves to argue! loves to shout! so im sorry to all her neighbors! ). literally disagrees with everyone on everything for the hell of it and is the most stubborn personal alive. when her mind is made up u will absolutely never be able to change it so i mean good luck if u wanna try! adding on to the bitter thing.. she p much has it out for anyone who even thinks of lording themself over her ( @ her mom ) and pretending to be better than anyone else so she’d highkey start a fight with little to no provocation

im trying to think of other things that should be included on here but ? i cant vnjcomk feel free to ask me anything specific & hmu if u wanna plot!!

[psyched2b]

Dallas’s Birthday Month Celebration

Yes...another one!

Alright, so I am sure that some of you have noticed that I am finally posting those Drabble Challenges from my 200 Follower Celebration. Technically, I stopped receiving those requests a few weeks ago, HOWEVER, since it is my fur baby’s 3rd Birthday on November 17th and since I am at nearly 300 followers, it seemed fitting that I just keep the celebrations going. (Let’s be real, it’s a lot of fun doing those requests anyways!)

So there will be a NEW Drabble Masterlist (when I get some requests that is!) Something that will be different this time is that I will have tags for my completed drabbles. If you are on my EVERYTHING tag list and DON’T want to be included in the drabbles, shoot me an ask or a message. Otherwise, if you want to be added to the drabbles or just my tag list in general, fill out this form.  ALSO, I added 12 Christmas AU prompts that you can either request by itself or with any of the dialogue prompts BECAUSE IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME.

Questions, comments or concerns? Send them my way!

Rules:

1. Please be following me!

2. Send in your request VIA ASK!

3. You can send in as many as you want but SEND IN SEPARATE ASKS. (Please use the appropriate emoji ex. ✏️  🎼 💚 ❓⭐️)

4. This celebration will end November 30, 2018

Things To Do:

1. ✏️Drabble Challenge: Below the cut are 84 prompts. Send me up to three numbers with your Marvel character pairing and get a drabble in return!✏️ (Read Completed)

2. 🎼Musical Names: Send your name/username and get a song playlist for every letter.🎼

3. 💚Character Ships: Send in a brief description of yourself and I will pair you with a Marvel character! 💚

4. ❓Get to Know: Ask me any question! Or tell me something about yourself! I’d love to get to know you!❓

5. *NEW*⭐️ Headcanons: Send in your request for a headcanon with one (1) specific Marvel character and I’ll give you my thoughts/expand ⭐️

PROMPTS:

1. That’s starting to get real annoying. 2. You can’t just sit there all day. 3. You’re seriously like a man-child. 4. You can’t banish me! This is my bed too! 5. She’s hiding behind the sofa. 6. You’re Satan. 7. Do you really need all that candy? 8. How is my wife more badass than me? 9. Stop being so cute. 10. Welcome back. Now fucking help me. 11. I could really use a hug right about now. 12. Tell me you need me. 13. Welp, that’s tragic. 14. I would kill you for a cup of coffee. 15. What is this ‘sleep’ you speak of? 16. Sorry isn’t going to help when I’m kicking your ass! 17.  I’d rather die than do that. 18. Can you shut up for five minutes? Please? 19. The floor is lava. 20. Where’s my food? 21. Get out of my way before I murder you. 22. You’re breaking my heart, babe. 23. I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship. 24. It’s just rain, you aren’t going to melt! 25. I don’t know why I married you. 26. What do you think a cupholder is for? 27. This is where you impress me, right? 28. I bet you can’t go 24 hours without swearing. 29. I’m not weird, you’re just basic. 30. Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying. 31. You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong? 32. …or we could make out… 33. K. 34. I think you need stitches. 35. This is your fault by the way. 36. I have fans. More fans that you. 37. I paid for half and you ate three-quarters. 38. If you die, I’m going to kill you. 39. Stop looking at me like that, weirdo. 40. Sorry, I’m protective over the things I love. 41. You’re an idiot. I married an idiot. 42. I lied. I never liked it. 43. Are you trying to flirt? Because you’re just embarrassing yourself. 44. You don’t hate me. Quit lying to yourself. 45. Doesn’t make a difference to me. 46. I try my best. 47. You look pretty good for your age. 48. Delete it. Now. 49. No, you’re MY bitch. 50. Do you ever stop smiling? 51. You’re the one who left it hanging around! 52. You’re sick, not dying. 53. The weather’s too bad and I refuse to let you drive in it. 54. I love you the most-est. 55. Sausage or bacon? And no, not my sausage. 56. Did you just…put ketchup on your eggs? 57. You didn’t do the dishes, therefore I’m not doing you. 58. I don’t love you anymore. 59. “Did you just hiss at me?” - “Are you judging me?” 60. “You’re lying, you’re blushing.” - “Shut up, no I’m not!” 61. “I want my best friend back.” - “Kevin is over there.” 62. “What do you have?” - “Pizza rolls and Cup O’ Noodles…that’s about it. Popcorn?” 63. “Open this.” - “Can you say please?” 64. “Babe, I’m sorry.” - “Suck my ass.” 65. “It’s not mine, I swear.” - “How is it not fucking yours!” 66. “Boo?” - “You’re my boo.” 67. “I hate you.” - “No, you don’t.” 68. “It’s not fair that you’re hot and funny.” - “Look who’s talking…just kidding, your jokes suck.” 69. “You’re a blanket hog!” - “Leave me alone and stop being so selfish.” 70. “You can’t make me.” - “What are you? Five?” 71. “Well, this is awkward.” - “Don’t touch me.” 72. “…then I picked up your coffee by mistake.” - “All I want is an apology.” 73. “I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.” 74. “Your voice is sexy.” - “Your ass is sexy.” 75. “Come inside, I’m sorry.” - “Not until you apologize.” - “I just said I’m freaking sorry.” 76. “Take a chance.” - “Umm…let me think…no.” 77. “Move!” - “Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?” 78. “What time is it there?” - “We’re in the same time-zone.” 79. “This bath is too damn hot.” - “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.” 80. “I’m gonna shower.” - “Pft, don’t I get an invite?” 81. “Fuck you.” - “If you want, go ahead.” 82. “Sorry I’m late, I had some things to do.” - “By ‘things’, she means me.” 83. “You’ve been replaced.” - “Alright, we’ll see how you feel when you need me to kill a spider in the shower.” 84. “Sorry.” - “Good choice.”

*Prompts were gathered from multiple different posts @prompt-bank

CHRISTMAS AUs

85. For goodness gracious, IT’S 3 AM PLEASE STOP CAROLING 86. You threw a snowball and it hit me/my window and I was going to be mad but you’re really cute. Do you want to come in for hot chocolate? 87. This is the fourth time you’ve come to ask for sugar this week. How many cookies are you making? 88. We’re at an ugly Christmas sweater party and that thing is horrendous where did you even find that 89. You don’t realize I can see over the fence to watch you make snow angels like you’re five years old 90. You would literally make the best neighborhood Santa 91. Are you the one putting mistletoe absolutely everywhere in this apartment building, or do you just happen to be in the right place at the right time every single time I walk under it 92. I just heard a ten-pound turkey hit the ground and also very strong words. Do you need help? 93. I work at the Christmas tree lot and you just had to pick the heaviest tree there didn’t you au
 94. You were putting up Christmas lights and you just fell off the roof omg do you need me to drive you to the hospital 95. I invited you to Christmas dinner as my boyfriend/girlfriend so that my family would stop pestering me about being single, but we can keep this up until New Year’s, right? 96. I’m going to eat this whole pie by myself and you’re not going to say anything about it

Collected solely from @say-hey-kid

*Prompts were gathered from multiple different posts @prompt-bank

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Hey Angel - Chapter 100

“Hey! Give it back!” Wylie groaned chasing after Willow. 

“No! It’s my turn!” She defended. 

“You have your own!” Wylie shouted. 

“It’s charging! Shush before you wake Mum and Dad!” Willow shouted back. 

Harry opened the bedroom door and saw Willow and Wylie fighting over the iPad. It was seven in the morning, on a Saturday, how they are already up, he thought to himself. 

“Already accomplished that,” Harry yawned crossing his arms. “What are you two fighting about?”

“I was playing on my iPad and then I put it down to go to the bathroom and then when I came back Willow was on it!” He said. 

“You were done! Duh! Besides, it’s my turn! You’ve been on it since six!” Willow said. 

“Okay, how about this,” he said. “I’ll take the Ipad and then you two can help me make breakfast for everyone.” 

“Aww, Dad,” they both whined. 

“Aww, “ Harry mocked. 

“Let’s go,” he said pushing them towards the stairs. 

They groaned as they walked to the kitchen and Harry laughed. 

“Where’s the rest of your brother’s and sisters?” He asked. 

“Jackson’s snoring, Ella is still sleeping, and Carter is cleaning his guitar,” Willow rolled her eyes standing up on the stool at the island. 

“And by cleaning, he’s just rubbing it with a washcloth. Pretty sure there’s nothing on it,” Wylie added. 

“Well, at least he’s not fighting over an IPad at seven in the morning,” Harry smirked. 

The twins rolled their eyes. 

“Where’s Mummy and Poppy?” Wylie asked. 

“Mummy was taking a shower and feeding Poppy,” Harry said getting out the ingredients for pancakes. 

They nodded and waited for Harry to tell them what to do.

Once everything was out on the counter, Harry measured out everything and told them when to add each of the ingredients. 

“Okay, now we’re going to take turns mixing it all together,” Harry said. 

“I want to go first!” They both say at the same time. 

“How about this, one of you holds the bowl and the other risks the mix,” Harry said, “Then after a few mixes, it’s the other’s turn and you both take turns until it’s all mixed?” 

“Fine! Sissy can go first,” Wylie mumbled. 

“Thanks, brother,” Willow smiled kissing his cheek. 

“Gross,” he giggled. 

Harry laughed and heard a commotion from the stairs. It was Jackson carrying a giggling Carter over his shoulder. 

“Remind me again, why you and Mum had so many kids?” Jackson joked walking into the kitchen. 

“Hey!” Willow, Wylie, and Carter protested. 

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I love you all, even though you’re all nuts,” he laughed sitting Carter on the floor. 

“You two realize you were just like them when you were their ages,” Harry said pouring the pancake batter onto the griddle. 

“Never,” he smirked. “So, isn’t today the day you’re taking Ella out?” 

“I am,” he nodded. “Why?” 

“I went to wake her up, after Carter, jumped in my bed, but she was already up. Mum was helping her get ready,” he said. 

Harry smiled, “I’m glad she’s looking forward to it.” 

“Daddy, why am I not going?” Willow pouted. “I’m your daughter too and Poppy.” 

“I know, sweetheart,” Harry said softly. “But remember when Ella came home sad the other day?” 

She nodded. 

“Well, I’m doing this to show her how much I love her and so that she doesn’t feel sad anymore,” he answered. 

“Oh, I don’t want sissy sad either,” She smiled. 

He smiled, “I promise one day I’ll take you, Ella, and Poppy out.” 

“Yay!” She giggled. 

“Hey, what about us?” Jackson smirked. “You know your sons. I mean... I could use some new clothes... maybe a car.” 

Harry rolled his eyes. “You’ve got plenty of clothes, especially since you sneak into my closet and wear mine. And you’ve got a good two or three years before you can legally drive, so why do you need a car? Just so you can sit in the driveway and hang out?” Harry smirked. 

Jackson rolled his eyes, “So I have it to practice.” 

“Well, you can’t practice until you get a permit, which is still a few months away. Have you even been studying?” He asked. 

“A little...” he mumbled. 

“Well, you better turn that little into a lot, if you plan on getting your permit on your birthday,” he said. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got this,” Jackson smirked. “I’m a Styles remember.” 

“Yeah, you are, talking like that,” You laughed walking into the kitchen. 

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Both Harry and Jackson asked at the same time. 

“I rest my case,” you smirked. 

“Anyway,” Harry said. “Jackson, are you good to take over, while I go get ready?” 

“Yep,” Jackson said. “Okay, little Minions go over to the table and sit down. I’ll bring your food in a bit.” 

Harry rolled his eyes and walked over to you. He kissed you quickly and tickled Poppy’s tummy. 

“Morning my loves,” he smiled. 

“Morning,” you smiled. “Ella looks really pretty. She’s looking forward to today. Thank you for doing this.” 

“Baby, you don’t have to thank me,” he smiled. “Now, are you sure you got it with the little hellions?” 

“Yeah, I’ll put Poppy in her chair and finish up the breakfast,” you nodded. 

Harry smiled kissing you one more time and heading upstairs. 

**

It didn’t take super long for Harry to shower and get ready. Once he was ready, he came downstairs, expecting Ella to be there, but she wasn’t. 

“She wanted to wait until you were down here,” You smiled. “She wanted to make a staircase entrance.” 

Harry nodded with a smile and turned towards the stairs. After you shouted out for her, Ella emerged from her room and Harry’s eyes widened as he looked up at her. You had curled her hair and applied just a hint of makeup. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and a pair of vans. 

“You look just like your Mum,” Harry smiled. 

She blushed hugged him tightly. 

“Ready to go?” He asked. 

She nodded and they both waved bye to everyone before heading out the door and into the car. Since it was just the two of them, Harry decided to take one of his smaller, sports cars, that he usually drove when you two went out on dates. 

“Isn’t this the car you take when you and Mom go out?” Ella asked. 

“Yep,” he smiled. “But you’re my date today, so I thought why not?” 

Ella giggled and got inside. Harry put the top of the convertible down and Ella hooked up her iPod up and put on the playlist she made just for today. 

“Oh my god, what is this?” He laughed. 

“It’s a boyband,” she smirked. “Just like you.” 

“Yeah, but they’re no One Direction,” he smirked. 

“You’re right, they’re better,” She smirked. 

“Ouch!” Harry laughed pulling out of the driveway. “I’m highly offended by that. I mean you used to be One Direction’s number one fan, what happened?” 

“I was a baby then. I’ve grown up,” she giggled. 

“Don’t let Uncle Niall hear you say that,” Harry laughed. 

**

After breakfast, Ella and Harry went to the mall. It didn't take long before Harry was carrying tons of bags. A few were Ella’s, some were for you and the other kids, but quite a bit was for Harry. 

“I think you have a shopping problem, Daddy,” Ella laughed when they stopped for a smoothie at the food court. 

“There was a sale!” He defended. 

“Okay, but don’t we have enough Gucci pillows in the house?” she laughed. “Mom’s gonna kill you.” 

“Your Mum loves me,” he said. “She won’t kill me. She may throw a pillow or two at me, but at least they’re soft so there shouldn’t be an injury.” 

Ella rolled her eyes, “Where should we go next?” 

“Where ever you want, love,” he smiled. “Today’s your day.” 

“Could we maybe go to the park or something?” She asked. “Maybe like on a bike ride or something.” 

“I know the perfect place,” he smiled. “Come on, we can finish the smoothies in the car.” 

**

Once all the bags were in the trunk of the car, Ella and Harry got inside and he drove straight to the park, where you and Harry met with the kids for the first time. Harry parked the car and found the bikes for rent. He paid for a few hours and looked over at her with a smile. 

“Do you know what park this is?” He asked. 

She shook her head. 

“This park is the same park I met your mother at... well, it wasn’t the first place we met-” he said. 

“Because you spilled coffee on her at Uncle James’ studio, right?” Ella asked. “And then... water at the restaurant.” 

“Yes, yes, but that’s not the point,” he laughed. “Your mother and I first met with you and Jackson here at this park and we always brought you two here whenever we were home in LA.” 

“Really?” Ella smiled. 

Harry nodded, “Then when we moved, we just went to the one in the neighborhood,” he said. 

“So, this park is super special then?” Ella asked. 

“Really, really special,” he smiled. “I even proposed to your Mum, here.” 

Ella smiled, “Oh my god, Dad! I’ve got the best idea ever!” 

“What?” He laughed. 

“You know how Mom’s birthday is coming up?” Ella asked. 

“Yeah, of course,” he said. 

“Why don’t we all come back here and have like a family picnic?” Ella asked. “Sort of like... a back to where it all started...” 

“I think that’s a great idea,” Harry smiled. “Want to help me plan it out?” 

“Duh! It was my idea,” she smirked. “We should make it a surprise though and we can invite everyone. Do you think Nana Anne and Auntie Gemma can come?” 

“I’ll see if we can arrange that,” he smiled. 

“This is going to be fucking awesome!” Ella smirked. 

“Ella! Watch the language,” Harry scolded with a laugh. “Your Mum will literally kill me if she heard that.” 

“Why because you’re the one who says it all the time?” She smirked. 

“Exactly,” He laughed. 

“Well, then maybe you’re the one who should be watching their language,” Ella smirked. 

**

It was well after Sunset by the time Ella and Harry arrived home. After the bike ride at the park, they went to the pier for lunch and then spent some time at the beach before heading to dinner. Ella was used to going to fancier restaurants, but not with just her dad. 

Once the two got home, Harry brought everything inside and before collapsing on the couch next to you. A fort had been built by Jackson and the younger Styles and they all were watching a movie, while you held a sleeping Poppy in your arms. 

Ella made some popcorn and joined the rest of her siblings in the fort. 

You smiled looking over at Harry, “How did it go?” 

“It went great,” he smiled. “I loved it.” 

“You know... I started thinking... if you did this with all the kids where you spent just one day with only one of them... it’d literally take you almost an entire week,” you laughed. 

“Oh my god,” he laughed. “I’d be broke and exhausted.” 

“Maybe you should have thought about that all those times you jumped me in bed,” you smirked. 

“Oh come on,” he laughed,” I seem to remember plenty of times where you were the one practically throwing yourself at me.” 

“It’s cause you’re just so hot,” you mocked. 

“You know it’s true,” he smirked. “You lucked out in the husband department, love.” 

“Even though your statement is a cocky one, I do have to agree with you on that one,” you smiled. 

Harry pressed his lips against yours with a smile. 

**

Soon after the movie finished, you and Harry got all the kids ready for bed. Once everyone was tucked in and fast asleep, you and Harry went into your room and started getting ready for bed. Just when you were about to climb under the blankets, there was a knock on the door. 

“Come in,” Harry smiled. 

Ella peeked her head out and walked into the room. 

“Everything okay?” Harry asked. 

Ella nodded walking over to him. She wrapped her arms around him tightly. 

“I just wanted to say thank you,” she whispered. “for today... for being my Daddy when no one else would. I love you and I’m glad you chose me because I wouldn’t want anyone else.” 

Your heart swelled as you heard her say that and you could see tears in Harry’s eyes. He held her tightly to him and kissed her head. 

“You’re welcome, love,” he smiled. “And I love you too. More than anything and I’m just happy you chose me too.” 

**

So, I’m thinking of ONE MORE chapter... because I have a really great idea on how to end it. But if you have anything you want me to add, let me know! :) 

[francesderwent]

“In Need of a Generic Father Figure” A Veronica Mars Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies Meet-Cute LV AU Week Day 7 Canon-typical language, but otherwise general audiences On AO3 Inspired by this post and that one scene in Charlie Don’t Surf.

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It was supposed to be a kind of housewarming-slash-homecoming party, the kind of event that was totally low key in its formulation and planning stage but got completely out of hand once things got rolling.  All their friends from the old neighborhood were coming over, and it was supposed to be all nostalgic idiocy born from the eternal familiarity of each having been present for one another’s particular flavor of shitty childhood.  There were no delusions about the depth of this bond, and so they weren’t expecting it to be a great party, not the best night of anyone’s life by any means, but it was the sort of gathering you could predict, could depend on.  Low-pressure, low stakes, low key.

So, precisely the kind of event which would have a giant wrench thrown into it if you were to add in an unknown factor, say, a perfect stranger to man the grill.

“But he wouldn’t be a stranger,” Dick is insisting.  “He’d be a dad.”

Logan gapes at him.  “Whose dad?”

Dick shrugs, ineloquently.

“So by dad, you just mean some unknown-as-yet male person who has at one point fathered a child?”

“Sure.”

“So, some unknown person’s father, standing on the corner of our property, making hamburgers.”

“Grilling hamburgers, that’s essential.”  Dick looks up from his computer and gives Logan a look like he’s disappointed in him for missing an obvious point.  “And it’s not just some random sperm donor, dude, he has to be fatherly and shit.  I put it in the ad.”  

“Ah yes, the ad,” Logan says.  “The Craigslist ad, which you put up online without consulting or telling me.  I read the ad.  And yet here I stand, questioning the entire premise behind it.”  But Dick has returned to his computer, presumably to scroll through his emailed responses.  Logan pinches the bridge of his nose.  “Alright, the court recognizes that grilled hamburgers are better than any alternative. But why do we need someone else to come grill?  You and I are fair-to-average at setting things on fire already.”

“We don’t have a grill.”

“No, but we both have trust funds that kicked in some time ago.  You may remember them.  They’re how we afforded the house…”

Dick huffs.  “So we just buy a grill?”  Logan gives him the raised eyebrows and jazz hands: duh.  Dick bangs on the space bar.  “Just buy one, from the depths of our rich boy pockets, without working for it or anything.”

Logan stares.  “Are you having some kind of break?”

“It’s stupid to spend money if we could just borrow one.”

“Okaaaay,” Logan says.  “So why aren’t you advertising for a grill we can borrow?”

“Because!”

“Because what, Dick?”

“Your dad is supposed to teach you how to grill!” Dick bites out.

They stare at each other for a long beat, then Dick tears his eyes away and starts clattering angrily on his keyboard. Logan sighs, then gingerly sits next to him on the sofa.

“You know,” he says, careful to keep his tone conversational, “if you wanted to sign up for one of those programs for kids with deadbeat dads where they hang out with well-adjusted adult men and learn life skills, I would have happily signed up with you, but we really should have done that when we were younger.”

Dick throws an elbow into his ribs half-heartedly. “Shut up.”

“I’m not saying, like, when we were twelve,” Logan goes on, warming to the topic, “because we mostly hadn’t figured out our dads were deadbeat by then.  But definitely before we finished college and joined the workforce.  I’m thinking like nineteen or twenty would have been the ideal age.  Our father figures could have taught us to consume alcohol, in addition to teaching us to grill.”

“We were already pretty good at drinking alcohol by then,” Dick reminds him.

“Then they could have given us a strict talking-to about underage drinking,” Logan says.  “It’s far too late for that now, and we’ve missed our chance.”

“Missed our chance…” Dick echoes.

Logan looks at him sideways.

Dick catches his eye and actually sniffs a little. “I know it’s stupid.  You don’t have to tell me it’s stupid.”

Logan shifts uncomfortably.  “It’s not stupid, man.  I just wish we knew of some actual father figure we could get to sub in for you, rather than resorting to Craigslist dads.”

“It’s not just for me, dude,” Dick insists.  “I know you care about this shit, too.”

Logan cracks a smile despite himself.  “If some guy with a beer gut shows up and grills me a hamburger and calls me ‘sport’, that’s not going to make the old man any less of an abusive asshole.”

“I know, but we can make some nicer memories can’t we?  Some nice dad-memories?”

For a second, Logan allows himself to enter into the delusion, but almost immediately becomes sidetracked on the mental image of Gregory Peck from To Kill a Mockingbird standing in their backyard, holding a light beer and grinning affably.  That would be one thing – but he can’t imagine that any fathers like that actually exist in the world.  No, this dad was probably going to be more or less a deadbeat himself, or else how would he have time to babysit a bunch of profligate twenty-somethings?  At best, it would be some old guy whose kids were too grown-up and busy to talk to him anymore, a dad whose desperate neediness for attention and affirmation matches Dick’s.  But then again, Dick will inevitably be drunk for the entire party – he wouldn’t notice if the dad was an escaped convict in black and white stripes with a literal ball and chain on his ankle.  What harm could it do?  He sighs, asks in a wry tone, “Are you going to ask for proof of paternity, or is this person going to be a fake dad on top of being random?”

Dick lights up.  “That’s a great idea, I’ll edit that in!”  He resumes typing at a frenzied pace; Logan watches bemusedly.  

Still.  It’s one weird thing on one day.  It won’t make any difference one way or another, in the long run.

Nobody’s life was ever changed because a stranger made them a hamburger.

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After that, Logan tries to extricate himself from the whole dad-audition process, but Dick is, as usual, both oblivious and incorrigible.  Logan very quickly comes to dread the phrases “hey, listen to this” and “what about this”, since both are sure signs that he’s about to be read a joke resumé with phrases like “excels at offering positive reinforcement”, or shown a headshot of a guy in a sweater vest.  So when he gets home from work and the first thing he hears is “Logan, dude, this is the one”, his first response is to groan and flop face first onto the sofa. They found the sofa at the side of the road the second week in the house and it is therefore a little worn out, so the decision to be dramatic hurts.

“Asshole,” Dick tells him absently, wandering in from the next room holding his laptop.  “Listen: father for twenty-plus years, expert level jokes and manly affection, bonus secret-family-recipe hot sauce.”

“The hot sauce is a nice touch,” Logan admits, rolling over onto his back and kicking his feet up onto the sofa arm. “All of the other applicants have really fixated on the ‘dad’ part of ‘grill dad’.”

Dick nods so enthusedly it looks painful.  “I know, right? And get this, there’s an attached letter from his kid,” he says.  “Dear advertiser, I can confirm that the applicant has been my father for my entire life, and I can honestly say that he has excelled at the position.  You would be lucky to have him at your party, where he would strike just the right balance between embarrassing and fun, call all of you by the wrong names and then substitute “son” or “honey”, and repeatedly tell you he’s proud of you.  His hamburgers are to die for, and he brings his own fire extinguisher in case anything should go wrong.  He has my unreserved recommendation.  Also, if this is some kind of dad kidnapping scheme, I will hunt you down and kill you.  Cordially, V. Mars.”  Dick looks up expectantly; Logan fights a smile.  

“They wrote a letter of recommendation for their dad?”          

“Uh huh.”

“Hmm,” Logan says neutrally, then says, “Mr. Mars,” trying it out, hitting the ‘r’s and dragging out the ‘s’.

“Keith Mars,” Dick adds helpfully, and turns the computer so Logan can see the attached photo.  Keith Mars is bald, just slightly on the portly side, staring adoringly down at the tiny pigtailed child with whom he is dancing, her feet on his – V. Mars is a girl, apparently.  Dick tabs to the next picture: Keith Mars standing next to a grill holding a hot dog over the head of a plaintive-looking pitbull while a gap-toothed, elementary-school-aged V. Mars laughs in the background with a blue-haired friend.  In the third picture Keith is older, wearing a suit and grinning widely, hugging someone in graduation regalia, her face obscured by her cap.  “He looks cool, right?” Dick prompts eagerly.

“Yeah,” Logan says, tearing his eyes away from the graduation photo.  Neither he nor Dick had had any relatives attend their college graduation, and he’d seen plenty of family reunions at the baccalaureate celebration that seemed more stiff and awkward than anything else, but Keith looks like he just might burst with pride.  “Yeah, he seems nice.”

“Like a real dad, right?” Dick persists.

Logan snorts.  “As if I have any experience with which to judge that quality.”

Dick offers a fist bump and Logan complies. “Trauma twins!” Dick says, sing-song. Logan rolls his eyes.  “But he seems legit?” Dick says, returning to the salient point.  “This is okay?”

Logan stands and claps his roommate on the shoulder. “Sure, man.  If you say this is the one, I think you’re probably right.”

Dick beams at him.  “I’ll tell him he got the gig!”

“Cool,” Logan says drily.  “I can’t wait to meet him.”

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Since Dick thinks it would be acceptable to simply explain the dad-for-hire situation when their guests show up, Logan finds himself calling each invitee one by one the day before the party and beginning with the statement, “So you know how Dick has a tenuous relationship with reality?” Lilly laughs for a full minute and a half, and Duncan, no matter how many times Logan runs through the concept, just doesn’t seem to get it, but everyone else just thinks it’s sad.  

“Oh my god, our lives suck,” Gia says, sounding as if she just realized it.  “Does no one in our group have a functioning father figure?”

“Carrie’s dad was okay,” Logan offers.  “But he moved out of state a few years back.”

“And he never knew how to grill!” Dick yells through his bedroom door.

“And he never knew how to grill,” Logan repeats.

“Yeah, well,” Gia says skeptically, “I’m bringing extra booze for when this weird-ass idea causes someone to have an emotional breakdown.”

“Appreciated.”

And when the day arrives, booze is the one thing they do seem to have enough of.

“Why did we say we were going to supply ingredients?” Logan wonders aloud as he methodically opens and shuts every cupboard in their kitchen.  “You forgot to buy onions, we don’t own any spices, I don’t even think we have salt and pepper –”

“Logan.  Man!  Relax.”  As anticipated, Dick is already halfway to trashed, and far from caring if their hamburgers are seasoned.  

“This was your idea,” Logan says, accusing sliding into sardonic.  “You’re the one who wanted to make some new dad-memories, and now because you were overly confident in a Craigslist ad, our new dad is already going to be disappointed in us.”

“Dude, holy shit –” Dick bursts out laughing and can’t continue his thought.  Logan turns around to glare at him in exasperation. “What if –” Dick stammers, chortling, “what if he says the thing?  ‘I’m not mad I’m just disappointed?’  How absolutely sick would that be?”  He’s wheezing now, and Logan can’t think of anything to do except stare at him.  “Just like a real dad!” Dick howls.

Logan stands, frozen, for a beat longer, and then abandons his search for the probably-nonexistent spice cabinet to reach for the scotch instead.  “Gia was right,” he says flatly.  “This is going to end in tears.”  He pulls a little too sharply on the tab of the wax seal and it snaps off with the seal still in place.  He looks at it in consternation, and it is at this point that the doorbell rings.  Dick makes no sign of moving from his position, giggling slumped over the kitchen table, so Logan jogs to the front hallway, only to discover that Dick has placed all the beer they bought in front of the door, barricading it closed.  He’s kicking six packs out of the way and trying to open the scotch bottle with his teeth when he finally manages to wrench open the door and is greeted by the genial but not-quite-non-threatening face of Keith Mars.  

For a moment the desire to say something dismissive rises up, as if this was still high school and he was still incapable of engaging with an adult on mutually respectful terms, but Logan takes a deep breath and forces it down.  “Mr. Mars,” he says.

Keith sticks out a hand.  “Richard?”

Logan snorts, but accepts the handshake.  “Richard is inside.  I’m the roommate, Logan.”

Keith’s eyes drop to the scotch bottle still in Logan’s hand.  “I hate it when that happens,” he says mildly.

Logan makes a non-committal noise.  “We probably have a wine opener somewhere that should do the trick.”

“We don’t!” Dick yells from the kitchen.  “I told the chicks to bring one!”

“That would be Richard,” Logan tells Keith wryly.  Keith raises his eyebrows, but then reaches into his jacket pocket and offers Logan a multi-tool.  “Thanks,” Logan says uncomfortably, looking down to flip through utensils instead of making eye contact.  “Can I offer you anything?”

“Nope,” says Keith cheerfully, “just point me to the backyard and I’ll get the grill fired up.”

“Get the grill fired up!” Dick’s voice repeats, maniacally.  

“He’s fine,” says Logan, unconvinced himself. “The backyard’s through this way.”

“No!” Dick stumbles into the hallway and spreads his arms wide, probably so as best to show off the tshirt he bought specifically for the occasion which reads “you’re all up in my grill”, a decided improvement over the grill-themed shirt Logan had to initially talk him down from, which had a meat-related innuendo on it.  “I will show you to the backyard, sir!”

Keith offers a hand.  “Keith Mars.”

“Awesome, dude.”  Dick shakes his hand, which is apparently hilarious because he cracks himself up again.  “Welcome to the party!”  

Keith glances at Logan, who shrugs.  “I’m just happy to be included,” Keith says, sounding, against all odds, like he means it.

“Dope,” Dick responds.  “Follow me, mon capitan, I will show you to your grill kingdom!”

“Please stop mixing your metaphors,” Logan tells him, but Keith waves him off and allows Dick to sling an arm around his shoulder and lead him towards the screen door to the backyard.  

“Dude, seriously, your application was whack,” Dick says.  “I was like, whoa, this guy is like a serious dad!”  Logan is watching them go, wondering if he’s responsible for making Keith feel safe and if he should therefore follow, when there’s a voice at shoulder-level behind him.

“So that’s the Craigslist guy?”

He turns, smoothly accepts the proffered casserole dish. “Craigslist dad, actually, or you’re missing the whole point.”

Carrie stands on her toes to look over his shoulder at where Keith is patiently observing Dick’s wild gesticulating at all the ingredients they bought.  “Huh,” she says.  “I guess he does kind of look like a dad.”

“I should hope so, we took the casting call very seriously.”

Carrie rolls her eyes.  “That’s a fruit salad,” she informs him, indicating the dish he’s holding.  “I’ve just gotta grab my guitar out of my car and then I can help set up or whatever.”

“You brought your guitar?” Logan repeats.  “Are we gonna sit in a circle and sing campfire songs?  What the hell kind of barbecue do you think this is?”

“A nice wholesome one, of course.  You were kind enough to invite Susan and her kid, and you specifically got a random dad to come grill you food.”  After a pause and seemingly despite herself, Carrie asks, “You really couldn’t have just bought a grill yourselves?”

Logan sighs.  “Actually, the grill is ours.  Keith had one but it wouldn’t fit in his car, so Dick went straight out and got the most expensive one there was.”

“Don’t all serious dads own pickup trucks?”

“That’s exactly what I said.”

“And now you have your own grill.”

“We even managed to work it ourselves; we made marshmallows over it last night.”

Carrie makes a face.  “I can’t believe you guys are living together.  You’ll both starve to death or suffocate under dirty laundry within a month.”

“Nah,” says Logan, dismissive, “we can live on marshmallows for at least two months, and we can just buy new clothes and burn our dirty laundry on the grill.”

“That,” Carrie tells him calmly, “is disgusting.”

“People who bring acoustic guitars to house parties shouldn’t throw stones,” Logan counters.  

She laughs and flips him off.  “When’s everyone else getting here?”

He indicates careless ignorance with a wave of the hand.  “Hopefully soon.  I think we need to set up a watch rotation to make sure Dick doesn’t start crying on the grill dad.”

Carrie snorts, tosses him her keys; he manages to switch the fruit salad to one hand and snag them in the hand holding the scotch. “In that case, you go grab my guitar out of the trunk.  What did you say the guy’s name is?”

“Keith Mars.”

“Got it.  Do not leave me out there by myself for more than a minute.”

“Of course not!  In fact, I wouldn’t dream of getting in your car and driving far, far away from here.”

She elbows past him, laughing, and jogs through the house to make a dramatic exit out the back door, where she is greeted by Dick’s incoherent shouts.  Logan sighs, then picks his way back through the six-packs to the kitchen to put everything down, finally open the scotch, and knock back half a drink.  When he gets back out to the driveway Casey Gant is there with his newest arm-candy girlfriend, and Logan finds himself cajoled into giving a house tour so he can explain to her why he and Dick decided on this house, how all the guests know each other, and that, no, Casey wasn’t lying about the Craigslist situation.  By the time Logan manages to extricate himself, everyone has arrived and is milling around the backyard.  Carrie waves to him from a picnic blanket in the middle of the lawn, where she is in fact playing guitar for Susan and her adolescent daughter.  He likes Susan and the kid fine, but the three of them seem to be working on a warble-y song from the latest Disney princess sensation, so he hides a grimace, waves back, and looks elsewhere.  There’s a few people clustered around the grill, listening to Keith tell some story which is apparently fascinating; Logan gives them a wide berth and joins Lilly and Gia instead, who are standing off to the side eyeing the whole scene skeptically.

“Don’t you ladies want to take advantage of this unique opportunity to interact with a genuine, human parent?” he asks.

“Nope,” says Gia, at the same time as Lilly says “Not even a little.”  

Logan snorts.  “Well, cheers to that, I suppose.”  

“Yes, cheers!” Lilly says.  “To dealing with our issues in therapy, rather than projecting all of our buried hopes onto a stranger with a novelty apron who could never live up to our ideals anyway.”  

“Like motherfucking adults,” Logan echoes solemnly. They clink glasses.  

Gia looks contemplative.  “It’s not so much that he’s a random stranger,” she says. “I even kind of trust that he’s for real, you know?”

“I know,” Lilly retorts, pausing to take a big gulp of her drink.  “That’s the worst part.  Dick introduced me to him when I got here, and he was immediately more interested in my life and my job than my parents have ever been.”

“Yeah, but like, actually interested,” Gia adds, “like he thought I was worth his time and couldn’t wait to hear more about me.”

“How dare he,” Logan says mildly.

Gia elbows him in the ribs.  “I don’t see you over there talking to him.”

Logan shrugs.  “If I met him on the street maybe I’d be able to trust that he’s the real deal, but the fact that he answered the ad just seems fundamentally suspicious.”

“Yeah, but you guys aren’t paying him, are you?” says Lilly.

“Just in beer.”    

“He’s probably just lonely,” Gia suggests.

“I thought the same thing,” says Logan. “But if he’s such a good father, then wouldn’t his own kid want to see him?  So why would he need us?”

Lilly pats him on the shoulder.  “Logan, you’ve honed your trust issues and pessimism into quite an art.”

He huffs, irritable despite himself.  “I’m just saying, don’t anyone go writing him into their will just yet.”  Gia looks at him little worriedly, and he attempts a reassuring smile.  “I need another drink, can I get either of you anything?”  They both wave him off, and he makes for the deck where all the refreshments are, but in his haste to get away, forgets to avoid the grill group and accidentally makes eye contact with Dick.  Dick, of course, begins frantically waving him over, and though Logan lifts a hand in acknowledgement and tries to stay course, this only means that Dick starts yelling his name.  Logan silently swears to himself that he will not enter the fatherland without a drink in hand, so yells back that he’ll be right there and prays that they’ll be out of something on the drinks and appetizers table so he’ll have to go inside to get it, if not drive to the store.  Tragically, Carrie is already there, refilling chip bowls, and when he offers to help she just gives him an unsympathetic look.  

“Go get it over with, before Dick convinces everyone to start chanting your name,” she says.  

Logan sighs, grabs the beer with the highest alcohol content he can find, and skips down the stairs.  “Logan!’ Dick crows.  “Logan’s here, guys!”

“I live here,” Logan reminds him.  The obvious statement is greeted by polite laughs from the Keith fan-club and drunken giggling from Dick.

“Get this, Logan!” he says, childlike excitement radiating off him in waves.  “We didn’t even need salt and pepper, Keith brought his own burger rub!”

Logan looks obligingly at Keith, who nods.  “Secret family recipe.”

“I thought the secret was the hot sauce?” Logan says.

“I’ve got that, too.”

Logan raises his eyebrows.  “Everything’s a secret with you, Mr. Mars.  And here I thought we were just on the verge of opening up to each other.”

Keith laughs good-naturedly.  “I’m an open book, Logan.”

Logan is mentally scrolling through options for sarcastic replies which aren’t overly combative when suddenly he feels very, uncomfortably cold, from the back of his neck down, and can do nothing but gasp stupidly.  For a moment he thinks Dick has poured ice down his back, but Dick is standing on the other side of the grill from him, looking genuinely surprised albeit delighted. Logan cranes his neck and turns in a circle, but can’t see what’s been spilled on him, though it’s entirely clear who’s to blame.  “Duncan,” Logan says, flat and edging toward a growl.

Duncan has the nerve to roll his eyes.  “Come on, man, it’s not my fault.”  

Logan gestures to where Duncan has clearly dropped his solo cup and half a plate of appetizers on the lawn.  “And how do you figure that?”

Duncan shrugs.  “You know how hard it is to hold a drink and a plate of stuff at the same time.”

“Hmm, then maybe you should go inside and eat at the table – or better yet, maybe the family down the block can loan us their high chair.”

Duncan scowls at him.  “Do you have to be like this, Logan, seriously?  It’s just a shirt.  And it’s your freaking house, you can just go in and change.”  

Logan flicks his eyes over at Keith, who thankfully doesn’t appear inclined to use his fake fatherly authority to intervene and is pretending to look intently at something across the way.  Logan fakes a laugh and says as evenly as he can manage, “And it was your freaking drink, so you could have just apologized.”  Keith abandons his examination of the next-door-neighbor’s maple tree to give Logan a side-eyed smile, and for a moment, Logan feels a vague sense of satisfaction, before he remembers that he doesn’t care about Keith’s approval.  He makes a wry face back.

“Logan,” Keith says mildly, “keep an eye on the grill? I need to grab something I left in the kitchen.”

“No problem, Mr. Mars,” Logan answers, saluting sloppily.  Keith nods at him, and then pats Duncan on the shoulder as he passes; Logan interprets the move as condescending and is pleased again, and again annoyed at himself for being pleased.  As a pathetic attempt at distracting himself, he pulls his arms into what was previously his favorite gray v-neck and puts it back on backwards so he can look at the stain, and then is horrified all over again.  “Duncan, what the fuck were you drinking?” he demands.

Now, finally, Duncan has the grace to look ashamed, or at least defensive.  “Mike’s,” he mutters.

“Mike’s lemonade is not this color.”

“It was Mike’s hard black cherry lemonade, alright!”  

There are various titters from the group; Logan snorts inadvertently and lifts up the shirt to sniff the purple-y stain, which smells more like sugar than anything else.  He knows he should stop pushing, but can’t quite restrain a “Dude, really?”, which turns the titters into full-fledged barks of laughter.

Duncan snaps.  “Why do you have to be such a –”

“Donut!”

Duncan freezes at the sound of Lilly’s voice.

“Quit being a drip!” she yells.  “Or go home!”

For a second, Duncan turns his glare back on Logan with full force, and Logan almost thinks he’s going to spit in his face or something, but then he just kicks at his dropped solo cup and slinks off toward the front yard.

“Wo-o-ow,” says Dick, with barely contained glee.  “This really is the best party ever.”

Logan rolls his eyes, grabs the spatula hanging off the grill, and starts idly pushing burgers around to have something to do. “You’re happy with your Craigslist investment?” he asks Dick.

“Absolutely, dude!”

“And the weirdness of the concept still hasn’t dawned on you?” Casey adds, snickering.

“How could it be weird?  Keith is awesome, and he’s the perfect addition to the party, just like the application said.”

“Of course he is.”

Logan jumps, almost drops a burger on the ground, and then turns to find that Duncan’s place in the circle has been filled. She’s on the shorter side, with blonde hair falling down her back in waves, a leather jacket slung over one shoulder, and a completely unreadable expression on her face – and based on the looks she’s getting from the others, no one else has the faintest idea who she is either.  “Uh –” Logan says.

“Keith Mars is still here, right?” she asks, voice somewhere between businesslike and belligerent.

“Well –”

“He just went inside,” Dick says, helpfully. “He’ll be back out in a minute.”

Logan groans.  “Dick, remind me never to commit any crimes you’d have to be interrogated about.”

Dick shrugs, the whole movement exaggerated by drunkenness.  “Look at her, man, what’s she gonna do?”

Logan looks at her, less sure that he should be unintimidated than Dick seems to be; she gives him an unimpressed once-over, but then cracks a smile seemingly despite herself.  “So was it some combination of getting dressed in the dark and a wet tshirt competition, or is this a bold fashion choice?”

Logan glances down at his backwards v-neck and the damp, purple circle on his chest.  “Bold fashion choice,” he answers, looking up to raise his eyebrows at her.

“I wouldn’t have been able to picture it,” she says, looking him up and down again, “but now that I see it, I guess it works.  In fact, you should only wear this.  Like, ever.”

Logan grins awkwardly, unsure whether she’s mocking him or flirting with him, and still unsure what he, as a homeowner, is supposed to do about strangers in his backyard, even if they are exceptionally cute.

“So, this is weird,” Dick offers.

“Hey, honey!”  Logan turns; Keith is coming down the steps of the deck with burger buns and cheese in hand, beaming at the interloper.  

“And it just got weirder,” Casey announces.

“Yup,” echoes his date.  “More drinks?” 

“You bet.”  They wander off arm in arm; Casey salutes Logan with his beer can.

“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” Keith says, dumping his armful of food onto the picnic table so he can hug the blonde girl.

She shrugs, looking considerably more relaxed now that he’s appeared.  “I’m an only child, dad, you didn’t honestly expect me to let you adopt a whole party without at least coming over to check up on you.  I’ve never had to share before.”

Keith laughs.  “Of course, why didn’t I think of that.  Why wouldn’t my grown adult daughter show up at an honest Craigslist gig to make sure she wasn’t losing her spot as my favorite child?”

“I dunno,” Dick says suspiciously, “I think she might also be here to flirt with Logan.”  

“You two have met?” Keith turns a surprised look on Logan, who does his best innocent blink and tries not to broadcast that a few seconds ago he was considering using Duncan’s spill as an excuse to take his shirt off in front of this girl.

“Only just now,” Keith’s daughter assures him.

Logan nods.  “You’re V. Mars?”

“Veronica,” she answers.  She offers her hand to shake.

“Don’t take this personally,” Logan says, “but I wouldn’t.  I’m honestly kind of covered in Mike’s hard black cherry lemonade.”

“That exists?” she says.

“There’s no limit to the abominations which crawl this earth,” he replies, straight-faced.  She laughs.

“See what I mean,” Dick says to Keith.  Keith looks at him blankly; Dick belches, shoots Logan a complicated and incomprehensible hand gesture, and wanders off after Casey, leaving Logan alone with the two Marses.  He looks back and forth between them, trying not to stare, and wondering if it would be weird to ask what kind of degree Veronica just graduated with based on the picture Keith sent.

“So!” Veronica says, into the strained silence. “You’ve been treating my dad well?”

“He’s getting all of the standard grill-dad benefits,” Logan answers.  “We didn’t want to have the agency all over us, or god forbid, the unions.”

Veronica smiles in acknowledgment, but her eyes flick to her dad with something like nervousness.  

“Do you two need a minute?” Logan offers.

“No!” says Keith, confidently calm. “Everything’s all fine, here.  Son, can you start putting cheese on hamburger buns? Veronica, honey, help him?”

Veronica rolls her eyes, but bumps Logan out of the way with her hip so she can grab the cheese.  “So, daaad,” she says, sing-song.

“Veronica,” he says, warningly.

She actually pouts.  “Come on, dad,” she says, the words coming quicker now. “It’s pretty clear Logan doesn’t care about you being his fake father for the day; his entire body flinched when you called him son.”

Logan hands her a hamburger bun he removed from the block of them in the bag, says mildly, “I thought I managed to reserve my flinch to only seventy percent of my body.”

“Nope!” Veronica gives him an apologetic smile, and then turns back to Keith.  “Dad, please.”  

Keith glances at Logan, back at her, and sighs. “Make it quick, Veronica.”

She drops the package of cheese and reaches into her bag to retrieve a giant camera.  “So-o-o,” she says, lowering her voice, “you know that guy I’ve been on all week for a completely unrelated…work thing?”

Keith rolls his eyes.  “Yes.”

“Well, he just walked through the front door of your guy’s house.”  

“No, he didn’t,” Keith says drily.  She tabs through a few photos on the display, shows him one.  Keith looks at her.  “That can’t be good.”  

She lets out a huff of breath.  “No, I didn’t think so either.”  

“I can see both exits from here, honey, and I haven’t turned my back once.”

“From here?” Logan repeats.

They ignore him.  “If I didn’t notice him going in, it was because I wasn’t looking for people entering,” Keith continues, reassuringly.  “Nobody could have gotten away, so they must all just be inside.  We’ll wait it out, it’ll be fine.”

Logan is just about to give up and leave them to it so he can find another drink, and maybe even change his shirt, but that, of course, is when the air is filled with the sound of breaking glass.

Some kind of instinct takes over and he dives in between the sound and Veronica, dragging her to the ground with him despite her incoherent noise of protest.  He looks up in time to see a flailing person hit the ground below the next-door-neighbor’s maple tree, surrounded by the debris from the shattered second-story window.

“That’s yours!” Veronica gasps, but Keith has already produced a gun from somewhere under his novelty apron and is pointing it at where the fallen man has gotten unsteadily to his feet.

“Police!” Keith shouts.  “Don’t move!”

There’s a stunned pause, Logan takes in the faces of gaping astonishment on his friends, and then the man takes off running in the opposite direction.  Keith lets out a brief curse and rips off his apron.  “He’s running,” he announces to thin air, and Logan hears a siren start up down the street, so apparently he really is police.  Keith throws the apron at Veronica.  “Don’t let the hamburgers burn,” he orders, and then he climbs on the picnic table, vaults clumsily over the neighbor’s fence, and takes off after the runner.

“You’re going to strain your back,” Veronica yells after him, almost petulant.  She elbows Logan in the ribs and he rolls off her, not sure whether she’s about to join in the chase herself or whether she’s just going to lay into him for tackling her. She gets up, checks her camera and is apparently convinced that its not broken, but still looks dissatisfied about something.  She peeks into the grill, lifts a single burger with the forgotten spatula. “They’re not going to burn,” she says, disdainfully.  

“Dude.” Dick jogs over so he can give Logan a hand up off the ground.  “Dude,” Dick repeats, “is it just me or was our grill-dad packing heat?”

Logan pats his arm.  “Not only was he packing heat, but he was almost definitely using us to surveille the house next door.”

Dick looks flabbergasted.  “Shit, man.  Even my fake dad didn’t really want to spend time with me.”  

“I’m sure he’ll be back, once they’ve collared the guy,” Veronica offers.  As if inspired, she removes the first burger patty from the grill, puts it on one of their prepared buns, and hands it to him.  

Dick looks at it suspiciously, takes a bite, and then nods, but adds accusingly, “Whatever, man.  I’m going to need therapy from this.”  He shoots a finger gun at Logan.  “So, you do whatever you’re doing here, I’m gonna go apologize to Susan for exposing her child to all this violence.”

“That’s really mature and responsible of you, Dick,” Logan says, surprised.

“Duh,” says Dick.  “It’s up to us to break the cycle.”  And with that, he heads back towards the rest of the party, who are all staring at Veronica with no small amount of apprehension.  She doesn’t seem to notice, but absently picks up Keith’s apron and puts it on, and starts assembling burgers.

Logan can’t help but ask, “You’re not going to follow them?”

“Nope,” she says, shortly, “not my case.”

“Do you need to go after…your guy?”

“No, I’ve got the pictures I needed.”

“Then I’m sure Keith would appreciate the backup…?”

She lets out a short laugh, and Logan sees with dawning comprehension that she’s worried.  “He needs it,” she answers, “but he wouldn’t appreciate it.  I don’t have the clearance.”

“You’re not his partner?”

She turns to look at him like he’s an idiot. “No-o-o,” she says.  “I’m his daughter.”

Logan grins, lifts his hands in surrender. “Sorry, I wasn’t sure how deep the undercover scheme went.”  She snorts, flips her hair over her shoulder, and turns back to the grill.  “That one on the right is getting a little overdone,” he says, pointing.

“No it’s not.”  She swats his hand away, and then moves the offending burger closer to the coals, Logan suspects just to be contrary.

“So you’re not a cop?” he tries again.  She shoots him an exasperated glance over her shoulder, he grins, says, “If you’re not a cop, why were you surveilling the house too?”

She huffs a sigh, puts the spatula down with a clatter, and reaches for her bag where it had fallen on the ground.  “Here,” she says, and tosses something at him.  He catches it, turns it around, opens it.  

“You’re a private detective?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Not a cop?”

“I’m going to throw a hamburger at you.”

Logan laughs.  “So, what, you didn’t want to follow in your father’s footsteps?”

“I did, he didn’t,” Veronica says casually, returning her focus to the grill.  “He wanted me to aim higher.  I got accepted to Quantico, and was sent home after three weeks because of my issue with authority.”  She shrugs, spins the spatula like a baton.  “Turns out, I’m more suited for private eye work than I am for either the feds or the boys in blue anyway.”  

“Huh.”

“What?”

Logan shrugs, thinking that she was already exceptionally cute, but she just became the most fascinating person on the planet. “I don’t know.”

She removes the last burger from the grill and spins to look at him, hands on her hips.  He feels a goofy grin spreading over his face, and she rolls her eyes at him. “What, Logan?”

“You should only wear this.”

She looks down at Keith’s apron, which reads in big, bold letters, “NEVER TRUST A SKINNY CHEF”.  She snorts.  “If you haven’t figured out yet that you shouldn’t trust me, no amount of written reminders are going to do the trick.”

Logan ducks his head, rubs the back of his neck. “So I’m trusting, sue me.”

“Ah!” She taps her chin with one finger, mock-contemplative.  “Is that how you ended up advertising for a strange dad to on-site cater your barbecue?”

“That wasn’t my idea.”  Veronica raises her eyebrows, Logan adds, “I actually feel a lot better about your dad now.”

“You feel a lot better about him now that you know he deceived you?”

“Well, yeah,” Logan admits.  “He seemed way too normal to be the kind of person who responds to Craigslist ads, so there definitely had to be a catch.”  She raises her eyebrows at him, he adds lamely, “So it’s nice that the catch was he’s mainly here to catch bad guys.”

As if on cue, Veronica’s cell phone buzzes; she picks up on the first ring.  “Dad?” The worry smooths away from her face at his response, and she mouths a quick apology to Logan before retreating into the corner of the yard to debrief.  The last thing he hears her say is “I can’t believe you jumped over that fence, are you trying to kill me?”

Logan walks over to where Dick and Gia are relating the main event to Duncan, who has reemerged and is trying very hard to appear as if he doesn’t regret missing out.  “Then Keith magically pulled a gun out of nowhere,” Dick says, miming in slow motion, “and yelled get on the ground or I’ll shoot!”

“He didn’t exactly yell that,” Gia puts in. “I’m pretty sure he basically just said ‘police’.”

Dick ignores her, too invested in the story. “But the guy just books it, and so Keith literally vaulted over the fence and chased after him, yelling and firing at him –”

“No,” Gia says.

Duncan rolls his eyes.  “This is what you get for inviting strangers into your home,” he says derisively.

“Trained professionals to arrest the criminal who apparently lived next door to us anyway?” Logan pipes up.

“Professional or not,” Gia says, upbeat, “as soon as shit started to go down, Logan shielded the cop’s daughter with his body, which was pretty cool.”

“Aww,” says Lilly, coming up to put an arm around her brother’s shoulders.  “And you were out in the car, sulking because everyone laughed at your drink choice!”

Reminded, Logan glances down at his shirt, which he’d mostly forgotten in all the excitement; it is now starting to stick to his skin uncomfortably.  What the hell, Keith won’t be back for twenty minutes at least; he can definitely get some mileage out of this.  He takes the shirt off.  The girls wolf-whistle, Duncan groans.

“You know,” Lilly suggests slyly, “there are definitely easier ways than Craigslist to incorporate a new father figure into your life.”

“What?” says Dick, immediately intrigued.  “Is there a more specific service?”

“Is there?” Logan repeats, alarmed.  

Lilly starts laughing.  “You’re both idiots,” Duncan tells them, with significantly more affection now that his knowing something they don’t has reestablished him in a position of authority.  

Gia appears to be about ready to take pity on them, but is interrupted by Veronica’s return. “They got the guy,” she announces.  “Dad is driving him to the station.  Logan, he says he’s leaving you in charge until he gets back, not Richard.”

Dick flips her off; Logan replies, “I’m touched that he’s ceding authority to me in my own home.”

Veronica performs an elaborate double take, gestures at the house.  “This is yours?”

“As far as the eye can see, or at least until where I imagine the police tape will be going up.”

“It’s my house, too,” Dick puts in.

Veronica ignores him.  “I took you for an out-of-towner,” she tells Logan.

The fact that she thought of this means she’s not uninterested in the possibility of seeing him again.  “Nope, local boy, though and through.”

Veronica eyes him thoughtfully.  “And why are you half naked?”

He realizes he doesn’t actually have a good reason.  “I was really starting to smell?”

She pretends to consider this.  “I guess I’ll take it,” she finally says.  Lilly starts cackling.  

Logan tries not to preen.  “Veronica, this is everybody; everybody, Veronica.” Veronica waves awkwardly.  

“Are you going to stick around until your dad gets back?” Gia asks, faux-innocent.  

Veronica looks sidelong at Logan.  “Stay,” he says, hearing it come out somehow as if he were laying his heart on the line.  He adds, more casually, “You can scold him for his fence-jumping.”  

She considers him.  “Do you have anything other than Mike’s hard black cherry lemonade?”

He cracks a smile.  “I think I can scare something up.”

“The good stuff is all inside,” Lilly lies, straight-faced, then elbows Duncan, who says with faux-enthusiasm, “Oh yeah, and while you’re in there, maybe Logan could put a shirt on.”

“Like, if one jumps out at him,” Gia puts in. “Not every color works on Logan.”

“Yeah,” says Lilly.  “He went through a whole orange phase.  It was bad.”

Veronica looks bewilderedly around the circle, then back up at Logan.  “I guess I could stay awhile,” she says, a smile pulling at her mouth.  

“Don’t forget to grab hamburgers before you go in,” Dick says, serious.  “That’s literally the whole point.”

“Right,” says Logan, not taking his eyes off Veronica. “Thank goodness for those hamburgers.”

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Yahoo answers post from user MeCasablancasIsTooCasablancas:

So a few years ago I met this really cool dad, super great, very wise, lot to offer as a father figure.  I put a lot of effort into getting to know him and he’s always been totally chill.  My roommate, on the other hand, barely wanted to talk to the dad, from day one.  Only problem is, now that’s changed and we’re in competition, and I was wondering, how do I make sure that my prior claim to the dad is respected?  My roommate didn’t even want a dad, but now just because he’s marrying the guy’s daughter everyone’s telling me father-in-law trumps the fact that I clearly called dibs? This can’t be right.  

Also, the wedding is in two months, and even though there’s no way they go through with it, just in case please go to Craigslist and look for my post seeking a new roommate.  If it helps, we have a grill.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #476

“yeah, i am the brain, some say insane”

What is your favorite Pixar film? Finding Nemo. Who was the last person to send you any sort of message on social media? My sister Misty. Would you rather build a snowman or a snow fort? Why? Snowman. I think you can personalize them better. At what age do you believe children should begin having screen time? I don't know. I guess it would depend on the kid. Have you ever failed an important test? Which subject? Yes; I failed my last Algebra final and the course. Who taught you how to ride a bike? How old were you? My dad. Idr how old I was. Do you know what your ring size is? What is it? Nope. When you picture dinosaurs in your head, what color are they? Like a darkish red or green. Last candy you tried that you did not enjoy? Or one that you did enjoy? No clue. Were you a chubby or thin baby? I was your average size. What is the most outrageous thing you’ve considered doing lately? Trying to get a cubicle job. Like seriously, NOBODY wants those. I don't either, but I just don't know what other options I have that don't require a degree and I'm not flocked by other people. I'd probably have some duties on the phone, but like... I'm not going to find a job I qualify for that is perfectly reclusive. Have you ever known somebody who ran away? Not personally, no. Rollercoasters that go upside-down… yes please or no thank you? NO FUCKING THANK YOU. Can you have kids? I would assume so, but honestly I wish I physically couldn't with how intensely I fear being raped. Are you a fan of Elton John? I've never really listened to his music and know very little about him as an individual. What does your town’s name begin with? "R." Are you a seafood fan? Nooooo. The one and only seafood I enjoy is shrimp. Give me a random word in another language. Tell me what it means. "Himmel" is "Heaven" in German. Odd how that was the first one to come to me, ha ha. Which city would you like to visit- Rome, Tunis, London, Madrid or Paris? Rome. New tats in your near future? Sadly no. :/ I have to focus on more important things. Did you ever participate in beauty pageants as a child? No. I don't support those. Have you ever ridden in a limousine before? No, but I've always wanted to. :( What's the most amount of money you'd pay for a house or a vehicle? Idk, considering I'm not familiar enough with what is considered reasonable and average for either. What's the longest wait time you'll wait at a restaurant to be seated? If it was actually up to me, shit, maybe only 15 minutes. I am way too impatient, and I'd rather just go to another place than wait for a while. Have you ever been given a responsibility that you couldn't handle? Did you mean: my past three jobs? Did you ever try to start a club as a child? For what? I feel like my friends and I did before... but I remember nothing of it. Who was your favorite babysitter as a child? My sister had this friend in our neighborhood as a kid whose grandparents used to watch us. The grandpa we knew as "Uncle Donny," and he was bar none our favorite. He was such a sweet man. Have you ever cared for a stray animal before? Cats, on many occasions in the past. [TW: SUICIDE/OVERDOSE] Have you ever contacted a suicide or crisis services hotline? For whom? Yeah, for me. I tried first to reach them online in one of those private chatrooms, but I want to say I waited around 30 minutes with nobody available. I was so desperate that I tried calling too, but again, it was too busy. That's when I ODed. Is there anyone from your family that you no longer associate with? I have an uncle by marriage that's an abusive, manipulative fuck that NOBODY associates with, except his brainwashed daughters. Do you have any illnesses that reoccur frequently? I mean, I have mental illnesses that flare up now and again, but no traditional illnesses. What is your sexual orientation? Queer or pansexual, idk man. Have you ever done any drugs harder than marijuana? I've never even done weed. What is one job you would never want to have? I would, no exaggeration, rather die than be a butcher. I could never in five trillion years. Do you bite or peel your string cheese? I don't like string cheese. Who crosses your mind the most? Girt, nowadays. I know, a fucking shocker who wasn't the answer. Have you ever been on a scavenger hunt? In school, yeah. Ever been to an auction? No. Are there two colors that you just simply despise? Puke green and yellow. If you were a fish, what colour would you like to be? I wanna be the Rainbow Fish. :') Did your first real significant other change you at all? You have literally no idea. Are you waiting to have sex until you’re married? No. What’s your favorite football team? I don't like football. Or even understand it. Do you have anything autographed by a celebrity? No. What’s your favorite way to eat peanut butter? Gimme a Reese's and I'm a happy bitch. :^) What’s your favorite kind of sandwich? I'm basic, just hand me a pb&j. How are you today? Worried about my mother since she has Covid now. I'm not feeling too hot, either. Was any of your home decor inspired by Pinterest? No. What is this month’s calendar picture? I don't own a current calendar. What is your last ex-boyfriend’s or ex-girlfriend’s name? Sara Jane. I prefer to refer to her as just my best friend, though; "ex" usually implies negative feelings in some way or form, and I've none of those. Do you use Snapchat? I never have. Would you rather go out for pancakes or steak? Yum, pancakes. Are you the clubbing type? No. Clubs don't appeal to me at all. Is your ex sexually attractive to you still? I haven't seen him in literally years. I wouldn't know. What is unattractive about them? The fact he apparently can't accept a mentally ill partner. Supposedly, he broke up with the girl he dated after me for the same reason he left me: her having depression. Like bro, good fucking luck finding a girl who doesn't struggle with something. Good luck finding someone who's going to be on Cloud 9 all the time. And also, he never communicated what he was feeling. Do you have a crap load of friends to hang out with? God no. The only person I hang out with is my boyfriend. Honeymoon, where? Alaska, if it's a good time of year to see the Northern Lights. If not, maybe the Bahamas to visit their black and pink beaches. The heat and humidity put me off, though... Lipstick over the actual natural lip line, your thoughts? It's capable of being attractive if done well and it's not too extreme, unless you're only looking from a distance. It can look especially great on drag queens imo. How would your wedding bouquet look like? Depends on the time of year, really. I kind of want to say black regardless, but I think that would blend too much with my dress (which I want to be black). Maybe if it was in the fall, which I want, it'd be orange and black to fit the Halloween vibe I'd love to have as a theme, perhaps a rich red, or light pink and white... idk. That's far in the future. What kind of game would you like to play that doesn’t exist yet? Bro, give me a meerkat simulator. There's the Lead the Meerkats Wii game that I ADORE, but I think the concept could be greatly expanded upon and made more realistic. What is one thing you would never ever eat? Balut came to mind very quickly. That looks like the grossest shit imaginable. I'll never forget seeing it for the first time on GMM and wondering how neither of them literally died where they sat lmao. There are a LOT of other foods, too. I'm incredibly picky. Which character in your favorite movie do you hate the most? Every single character from The Lion King is so lovable. Which non-existing (sci-fi and such) weapon and/or vehicle would you like to own/use? Bro, I want Thori'dal from WoW. A bombin' bow with unlimited, magical arrows? That shit's dope. Could save your life, and plus I love bows. How do you think the world will end? Humanity's end will almost certainly be rooted in human action. The end of the planet itself will probably be a black hole, gamma ray, or something else supremely powerful. If you could take a pill that would cure something in you that isn’t an illness - what would you be cured of? The fact I'm fat. :^) Take it all away pls. Has anyone besides your family seen you naked? If so, who? My ex. Do you remember anyone’s number by heart? Literally nobody's. Not even my own. :x Name something you will never try in your lifetime. Hunting. What’s the best place you have ever eaten at? The Cheesecake Factory, omlllll. Are you at home right now? Yep. What’s worse: Crocs or Uggs? Crocs are so fucking ugly to me. Do you knock before you open doors? Always. Does Fred from YouTube annoy you? Now THIS is a throwback. I liked him as a kid. He'd probably annoy the shit out of me now. Anything exciting taking place today? No. Who have you texted today? My mother and Becky, the receptionist at my psychiatrist's office. I rescheduled my appointment to tomorrow with my mom being sick (she wants to talk to him, and she's in no shape to today) and me not feeling well, either. Do you like grapefruits? No. Have you ever had the Reese’s PB candy bars? Omfg, the ones that are a bar of smaller squares is my FAVORITE candy in the world. Where’s your mother? In bed. She was directed to mostly quarantine in her room away from me. Are there any pets you’re wishing for? Always. :( Do you like oatmeal raisin cookies? I HATE raisins, so guess. Is your belly button pierced? No. Do you watch PewDiePie? Not anymore, no. His content changed a long time ago and doesn't interest me anymore. Do you like "Despacito?" Omg my sister showed it to me once and I hated it. Do you have any subscribers on YouTube? uhhh *checks* I have 71. More than I expected, ha ha. What’s the first word that comes to your mind if I say: "Boop!" Booping a snake on the nose. :'3 Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? Nah. I enjoy watching YouTubers play it, and I like the franchise, it's just not my kind of game to actually play. Can you twerk? Oh god, never tried, don't want to. Do you like dabbing? It looks stupid to me. It looks like you're smelling your armpit, dude. Can money buy you happiness? You are 110% full of shit if you think it can't to some degree. I would be so, so much happier if I wasn't poor. Have you heard of Blizzard Entertainment? Well, considering they're the company that owns World of Warcraft, obviously.

[sugaabooga]

Badboy!Woojin

Pairing: Park Woojin x Reader Genre: badboy!Woojin (sorta) Summary/Extra: sry for not updating consistently!

Warnings: HARASSMENT, KIDNAPPING

before i start lemme just say how much i love park woojin like omg

he’s my bias yall

so basically, badboy and fboy!Woojin scenarios brings me to tears

Anyway let us get on with it

So badboy!woojin would be the one kid sitting in the back of the classroom with his black hoodie and earbuds/headphones in/on his ears ALL THE TIME

He’s really really quiet and no one really knows what kind of person he is

He doesn’t have any friends since no one approaches him

He’s very intimidating

I mean who wouldn’t be intimidated if he never talks to anyone, has a hood over his head, glares at everything, has cold eyes, never smiles, never frowns, never shows any type of emotion!?!!?

He’s just a very mysterious dude that no one ever talked to before

So obviously he would become the target when playing dare or dare

It was a normal day where you and your friends were hanging out at the park and it’s when Sohye and Yoojung suggest to play dare or dare that you realize….

Something’s up

The dares for your friends aren’t that bad

“Go down onto the playground and block all the kids from going down the slide.”

“Act out a battlefield scene by yourself over by the bench”

“I dare you to go to Sungwoon sunbae and do aegyo”

You would have done any of those rather than having a freakin dare where you have to

“Date Park Woojin for two weeks”

“WHaAhahAHhaAHt!!?!?!”

You weren’t a person who turns down a dare, but nope

I don’t think you’re ready to convince the most mysterious and the super quiet badboy of your school to DATE you

Sohye notices your discomfort and says it’s a bit too much, but Yoojung ain’t havin any of it

“It’s Park Woojin, Y/N. It can’t be that hard. Just approach him a few times and BOOM. Before you know it, you’ll be dating him”

You frown

It wasn’t really like Yoojung to keep pushing these types of things but maybe she was curious about Park Woojin like the 99% of the school’s population

Not only were you slightly intimidated by Woojin, but you also didn’t want to date someone just bc of a dare

But after almost an hour of arguing, you give in

You stress out about the stupid dare you’ve ever got for the whole entire day

The dare is the only thing that’s on your mind from the time you sleep, in your dreams, and even until the morning when you enter your classroom to see Park Woojin with his hoodie over his head that was resting on the desk

You take a deep breath and take timid steps to the empty seat next to him

You hear the sudden silence take over and the hushed whispers bc

Why was someone going over to Woojin and WAAHHHHAAT

SITTING NEXT TO HIM!?!!?

After you slip into the cold seat, you shoot sharp glares across the room to shut the judgmental high school students

That’s when woojin opens his eyes to see what’s going on

He knew that it was never this quiet in class even when the teacher was teaching a lesson

Woojin slightly lifts his head and sees what it’s all about

L/N, Y/N

That one girl that woojin always noticed giving him pitiful glances and small smiles whenever they made eye contact

Woojin didn’t like being pitied

But when you looked at him with a certain sadness in your eyes, it didn’t feel like pity to him

It felt more like a feeling of….understanding almost

But that’s all you ever did

You never tried to spark a convo w/him or ever tried to acknowledge his presence without telepathy

So seeing you sitting next to him with a deathly glare pointed at everyone, made Woojin shocked and confused

He was so sure it was some kind of dare or some type of blackmail if it meant that someone...YOU were sitting next to him

If it was voluntary…..

Man that takes some guts

Anyways, the whole class period goes by with Woojin trying to ignore your deafening presence, and you trying to ignore the stares and whispers directed at the two of you

Woojin was used to the stares and gossip about him so he really didn’t mind it anymore

But for you, it was a first

When class ends you sigh and offer a small smile at woojin who’s glancing at you from time to time

You’re ready to leave, but when you stand up, you hear woojin call your name and your like

NSDFISYGURWVHNCMSOOIFYHFDSCNJS

!?!?!!!?!?How the heck does he know your name?!!???!??!

He’s just hella observant

You try to calm yourself and your shock as you let out a hum, turning around to face him

You actually expect to be met with a small smile on his face and his eyes not cold and piercing like they were now

Yea...woojin don’t seem too happy

“What’s your game?”

He spits out and looks at you with an annoyed expression

You freak out bc ONE his frkn satoori and voice is like

Oh MA GAH

And the other part of you is like ‘what am i supposed to say?!!?!?’

“Uh...What do you me-”

“Don’t act dumb. If sitting next to me was some kind of dare or joke, just stop.”

He gives you one last death glare and leaves the classroom in almost a calm way, but radiating anger, that it scares you

Nonetheless, you feel super bad and so stupid for even thinking to do the dare

At lunch you tell your friends the dare is off but it ends up getting Yoojung calling you ‘weak’

You get annoyed and pissed off bc it was just a frkn dare

So yah you two aren’t on good terms anymore

After school you’re walking home and get lost in all your thoughts

Woojin, yoojung, midterms, grades, your ap classes…..life

You’re so in your thoughts that you look up after a while and notice

You had no idea where the heck you were

It had to be the next neighborhood over, but you had never seen this part of town before

And it was pretty sketchy seeing that there was no one on the streets that had houses lined up on each side

Not to add, but all the houses had their lights off and the curtains closed

A sudden breeze blows through and gives a weird chill up and down your spine and that’s when you hear a shuffle from behind you

You start walking faster, toward anywhere really bc you didn’t know this part of town

Your pace did no help bc the person or thing behind you just matched your pace when you sped up

You clench your fists and start to break out in a run when the thing/person puts a hand around your wrist, making you scream reallyyyyy high-pitched, enough to crack the windows

The person covers your mouth, having you freak out even more and when you open your eyes you see this middle-aged man with a dark hoodie and black mask over his face

But you can tell he’s grinning at your panicking sight

You struggle against his grip around you, but he’s too strong and no one’s coming out of their houses to see the commotion

You feel less and less air coming through your lungs since the guy’s literally choking you and you feel your legs giving away and your body shutting down

You died

So i guess end of story

Bye guys hope you enjoyed badboy!woojin

And im working on regret pt.2 so stay tuned!

thxx

Lol jk

Im not that mean

Your horrible coughing wakes you up

You see a blurry black figure and for a second you think it’s the pycotic kidnapper who almost killed you

But then you hear a familiar deep, husky voice that’s asking you if you were okay in satoori and a slightly panicked voice

It was Park Woojin

“W...Woojin?”

Your voice is raspy and you literally croak it out

But you can’t care less bc you’re actually alive

“OMG Y/N! I thought you were dead!”

“Ha.Ha. Oh darn.”

You laugh that turns into a nasty cough and woojin hands you water

HE’S SO CARING TO  YOU

After you’re a bit better you ask woojin what had happened and why you were in the backroom of a bar

Woojin explains how he and his close hyungs were taking a walk around the neighborhood and saw a girl collasped on the ground and a man backing away from her

The girl was you obviously, but they couldn’t find out who the man was, however the police are tracking him down

Woojin’s hyungs own a bar in the middle of your neighborhood and that was the closest place they could go to w/your dead weight

You slightly blush and thank him but then apologize for what happened at school

you tell him that it was all a stupid dare to get you and him dating for two weeks, but since you feel bad and have a conscience, you decided to decline it and sorta ruin a friendship bc of it

Which you still did not understand bc it was a simple, dumb dare

Woojin breaks out into a smile and OMGWROUEWEJD

HE SURPRISES YOU AGAIN

S N A G G L E T O O T H

And his smile is so cute omg

You’ve never seen him smile before

Okk and a bit of a time skip

So you and woojin start getting closer after that whole weird event

You start off as friends but obviously you guys have mutual feelings for each other but that’ll be another story for another day

You and yoojung mend your friendship back together

You still don’t know why she was so sensitive about the whole thing

And you have a healthy friendship with Park Woojin

You sit w/him in the classes you have together (which earned some weird rumors and glances the first few days) and you guys eat lunch together

You guys share earbuds

lol

So cute

And yah

I’ll be making a friend/boyfriend!woojin au to explain all the rest

So basically that’s it for badboy!woojin

Tho it wasn’t really a badboy!woojin lol

Will try to make it better like nxt year

[michael3434g]

Tom and the awful Detective Henry

Tom and the Despicable Detective Henry

Written by Michael D. Gutierrez

Chapter 1. Rules and Lies Forty years ago in the town of Eagle Rock, there was a golden age of great detectives. Those detectives ran out all of the mafias and exposed corrupt political figures Everyday reading the Eagle Rock Post seemed like reading an old pulp detective novel. The story’s with all the fighting and the good guy getting the girl in the end. The bomb being stopped when there’s just one second left on the counter.

Good for me, that golden age stuff is long gone over. Most of the detectives sold out and started to work for private companies and secret government branches, instead of helping the locals. Other detectives that wanted to play hero, were hunted down by private mob detectives, then they were killed. The last honest detective out there. He's somewhat of a folk hero in the streets. His name is Harrison Grant. He's still at work trying to put guys like me in prison. I thought he died a long time ago, but our leads say otherwise. He works incognito.

He's hard for any mob's private detective to track because very few people know what Harrison looks like.

He is considered one of the best. I don't feel he would be difficult to capture because he must be old as heck. Harrison must be like in his late 70's pushing 80's.

I doubt he still working. I assume someone’s just pretending to be him. Probably just using Harrison brand makes sense. I doubt he still working himself.

My name is Tom Dime, I run with the Grump Street gang. I am one of the three people apart from this small task force to capture this sun of a gun. The other Twitter men with are, my right-hand man, Daniel Kan and some private investigator name Henry Shiz.

Detective Henry Shiz is kinda primadonna.

Two hours ago we got a tip-off that detective Harrison was in the neighborhood.

Henry: I hope you boys are armed because this could be dangerous. We are capturing him not hunting him. Harrison is not a man that will not be captured easily. Harrison was an A-rank threat before he went off the radar. Daniel: He's just a wash up old man that can't let go of his the glory days. This should be a cakewalk. Henry: That's not true Daniel, Harrison has busted a lot of our top leaders in the past. This old man is not a pushover, he's a problem. I'm just really surprised it's just the three of us on this mission. Tom: Detective Henry, do you have a history with detective Harrison? Henry: Yes, Harrison showed me most of his old tricks, when I was a young up and coming detective. Around your age, early twenties. We work together in a couple of major big cases back in the day. Daniel: How can me and my buddy Tom, know you won't betray us when we start killing your old friend boy, Harrison? Henry: That won't be the most dreadful thing I have ever done, ok. Trust me I can deal with it. First, I like being on the Grump street payroll. Second, the FBI does not want me anymore, in reason, I won't get into. Lastly, my daughter is going to a scam ridden art college, so I need as much money as I can get my hands on. Tom: I know liars Daniel, and he is not one. Don't get me wrong, he is a cockroach, but he is our cockroach. Daniel: Great because nothing is going to stop me in blowing Harrison's brains out. It is his fault my father went to the slammer. My dad was just selling fake social security account. We got a tip from a store owner that the gang has a connection with. He said he saw detective Harrison leaving and entering the rundown Dude Gum factory for a couple of days. Around 3:30am. All three of us enter through a broken window to get into the factory. Henry: Alright boys listen up. Let's stick together, ok. Daniel: No I can't, Henry. I need to get revenge now. Daniel ran down the hall, with his gun out. Daniel has all focus on finding detective Harrison. Henry: Dumb kid, he does not know who he is dealing with. Your friend is a moron, Tom. We get more money if catch the guy alive. Tom: Sorry, Henry, Daniel has never been the type of guy that takes orders.What is your plan, man? More money if catch the guy alive. Henry: Stealth. It' Stealth. Taking advantage of Harrison age is the best way to get the drop on him. His hearing must not be that great anymore. He probably can’t put up a fist as fight like he uses to.

I and Henry slowly walk upstairs to oversee the factory so we could find detective Harrison. As we walk around the hall I see Henry planting nano cameras on the walls. Tom: I still don't understand why would you want to betray your own friend? Henry: Friend? I have a very small history with detective Harrison. That's why I would not call him a friend. It would be great for me, if he disappeared. I have done some bad things, so maybe someday he may come after me. One less worry on my mind.

Tom: Oh, I see... You want insurance so Harrison won't come after you. Henry: It would make me sleep easier knowing he's swimming with the fishes. A fire alarm goes off all around the Dude Gum factory. Henry and me grabbed our guns out immediately. I would be lying if I said i wasn't nervous. Tom: I really hope that was just, Daniel fucking around with the alarm. Let's run back downstairs. I think I thought I saw a fire alarm there. A voiceover from an intercom shouted saying "I'm not there Henry, I'm in the cafeteria". Henry: Dammit, it is Harrison, Tom!

Tom: That alarm scared the shit out of me. Do you think someone ratted us out and alerted, Harrison? Henry: That's possible, Tom. I think it was most likely Daniel's recklessness that got Harrison's attention. That high school dropout fool. I and Henry entered in the large lunch room and see an old man with a wearing trench coat. Could it be Harrison? He looked a lot older than I imagine. Henry's face looks like he saw a ghost, he is speechless. Tom: You're Harrison, right? The detective? You got the whole trench coat thing.

Harrison: Yes stranger, I am Harrison. Now the young man I have a question back to you. Are you three here to murder me. Tom: No, we... Henry: Shut the heck up Tom, don't tell him anything, not even a lie. Don't give him a bit of info. Harrison: Henry, it's really nice to see you again. It's funny to see you as an old man. Of course not as old as me. I remember the good old days when you were a young man ready to solve every case that popped up. It saddens me to see my pupil working with the wrong crowd.

Henry: The old days were great. I'm glad to see you again in a strange way. It's nostalgic to see you still wear your old gray trench coat. Most elite detective’s stop that fashion trend several decades ago.

Harrison: This trench coat cost me a couple grand. I plan to wear it until I die.

The fire alarm is still ringing over and over, it's driving me insane. Tom: Yo, could you guys stop talking about dress up? Harrison, you turn off the freaking alarm! The ringing is killing my mind. Harrison: Calm down, the alarm will go off by itself in a minute or less. Henry: Harrison, why have you been hanging out in the Dude Gum factory? Harrison: For a couple weeks I've been investigating the link between Dude Gum and blindness. A lot of Dude Gum consumers and factory workers have been getting blindness. Lucky most cases of blindness are temporary.

Tom: Crap. I guess I won't steal a crate of Dude Gum on my way out. Harrison: Since I was honest and answered your question, could you answer mine? Are you boys here to murder me? Because I need to know before I make my next move.

The fire alarm stop ringing, now in the room is a moment of silence. Henry: Sorry, I'm on my client's payroll, Harrison. I could not back out now, they would kill me, my daughter. I really hoped this day would never happen. Harrison: I wished you had the guts to just say the truth. Shame on you, Henry. I trained you to use your detective skills for the greater good, not for selfish reasons. Henry: I had no choice, Harrison. This isn't a black and white issue. Harrison: Don't act like you're the victim, Henry. What happened to you? I remembered when you liked to help the common man. I remember you said something like that once to me. I am aware of all the peoples lives you destroyed, by fooling around with the stock market. You have grown up to be a crook. That’s the legacy I see.

Henry: You know what fine, you're right, Harrison. I don't like to be paid $60 and one cup of sugar a day looking for a damn lost kid. Working for the elite keeps me off the street, ok. You knew, I always hated being poor. I saw a way out, so took it.

Harrison: Just like everyone else, you grew up to be a big disgrace. I feel ashamed of being your mentor. It kills me a little bit every time I find out one of my ex-students are abusing their skills for selfish reasons. Tom: Harrison, you should stop talking to us, like if you had the upper hand. With one small phone call, I could get a small army of gangbangers over here right now. The capital of the Grump street gang is literally down the block. Henry: Tom, I told you already to shut it! Let the detectives talk. You're just simply the help.

Daniel finally entered the same room as me, Henry, and detective Harrison. Daniel has a big bag of stolen Dude Gum. Daniel paused and said.

Daniel: Oh shit is that the detective, Harrison guy?

Harrison: Hi. I just warned your friends about Dude Gum. You should stay away from the stuff.

Daniel: What the heck, it's fucking, detective Harrison. What are you guys waiting for? When are we going to shoot him? You got a gun, right? Tom: We are here to capture him, Daniel. Remember? Daniel: This guy is a folk hero, kill him now and you will be a legend for life. That would be crazy Rad. Tom: If we kill him we won't get paid, Daniel. I only want the paper. Glory doesn't pay the bills dude. Harrison: You guys should kidnap me already, before the cops and the fire department shows up. Remember I pulled the fire alarm three minutes ago? Unless you want to talk to me to death. Henry: Let's go outside gentlemen! An escort van should be on its way by now. Handcuff Harrison and let's head outside.

Ok, great it seems like he won't give up a fight. We just get him to the gang warehouse and then we all get paid.

I could see Henry feels shaken seeing Harrison. I can’t tell if he sad, mad, or happy.

This was way too overhyped. None of us thought this would be such a cakewalk.

Daniel: Harrison, I am surprised you're not crying like a little bitch. You do know you're walking the death march? My boss up the street is going to go nuts when he sees you. Harrison: Only God says when I die, young man. I don't blame you because of your a product of this strange world.

Daniel: You don't know anything about me, man. I am the one who is going to end you.

Harrison: You don’t look like a murder. There is still time for you to turn back. Think to yourself is this the type of world I want to live in. It is not too late for you unlike your friend Henry.

Daniel: Henry, Harrison is talking trash about you.

Tom: Ouch.

Henry: Can everyone shut up the heck up for a second!? Our transportation is here.

A white van showed up across the street. All four of us ran in the back of the van. Daniel put duct tape over detective Harrison mouth. Daniel: I can't wait to see you beg for your life when we bring you to our boss. Henry: I'm surprised the van shown up on time. Also, the driver does not look drunk or stoned. The gangs hiring management department must be getting better. Hey, driver what’s your name? The driver was a young girl That could not be more than 19 years old. She was wearing a green jumpsuit with a name tag saying, Freddy. I saw Daniel's, eyes brighten up with her cuteness. Freddy: Oh, hey, my name is Freddy. I will be your driver for today. It's nice to finally meet you, detective Henry. I’ve heard interesting about you. You found out who burn down the Grump warehouse near Echo Park. Henry: That was my first case with Grump, Freddy. Freddy is normally not a female name. I like it, Freddy. I find it to be bold. Freddy: Thank you. My father picks it out my name. Name after some baseball player. By the way, I'm shocked you guys captured, Harrison. I didn't even think he was still alive. Daniel: Girl, I like your jumpsuit. It's cool you're jumpsuit as Grump Street green. How long have you been in the Grump organization? I've never seen you before in any kickbacks. Henry: Daniel, you moron! Detective Harrison is in the van. Now he knows we're Grump street members. I hope you plugged his fricken ear. Daniel: I didn't but Who gives a shit? He's going to die in an hour or two anyway. It doesn't really matter, man. Henry: Tom and Daniel throw Harrison back in the van and shut up! I hope I won't be paired up with you two numbskulls again. You guys mess up my style. Anyways get Harrison tied up good. I am going to make some calls.

I tide Harrison's feet together and Daniel stuffed one of us dirty gym socks down his face throat. After that, we all went to the van and driven off. Freddy: You guys ready to jam out? Tom: Freddy, where are you driving us? Freddy: We're going to the abandon, Fish Tung factory. Members are starting to show up to see if you captured, Harrison. Henry: That’s strange. I thought we would be going to the Grump compound. Do know if there any reason why we’re not going there.

Henry: Fish Tung factory is out of business? Wow, that is insane, my grandfather works there when, Fish Tung first open, 60 years ago. What a shame, this country is really falling apart. Daniel: Fish Tung, closed down six years ago, Henry. All the jobs got moved overseas. Henry: Another rival fish company must have hired a detective to run out, Fish Tung and other competitors out of town. It a common thing to in business nowadays. Or most likely greedy corrupt unions. Either way very tragic. Tom: How do detectives ruin a business. Henry: Lots of times for small business we would dress up as IRS agents and make up fake tax fines. It gets funny when a stupid owner would pay us, off on the spot. Then we would show up once a week until the business is bankrupt. You got to turn a little soulless to enjoy that type of job. It’s mafioso type stuff. Daniel: Man, Henry, you're ruining America more than lawyers. Henry: Don't get me started on how us detectives use unions on major companies. That's a 30-minute lecture, pretty much, Daniel. I doubt you could comprehend it so I won't waste my breath Daniel: F off, Henry. Tom: Henry, are you going to stick around and watch what happens your old pal? Henry: No, thanks. I don't want to watch, what unholy things Grump has planned for detective Harrison. I just had lunch not that long ago. Tom: I hope it's not dog related. Once a dog tastes human flesh, it's hard for it to respect it's master again. So I have heard.

As I said that I notice, Freddy looked a little nervous. I'm guessing she has not been in Grump for that long. It has taken me a long time for my fear to fall off my back. One day I just accepted that no one cared for me except the gang. That gave me the strength to not fear death. Knowing the biggest gang in the United States of America got my back. Daniel: So Freddy, what are you doing later? I'm just asking if you want to see a movie with me. The fellow that captured the world famous detective Harrison. As long as I know Daniel, he's always been awful in picking up chicks. He also sucks at being a nice guy.

Freddy: Sorry Daniel, I'm going to be a little busy this month. I got to ship a bunch of drugs down Highland Park. Thanks though. Daniel: Ha, that's ok. Hey anyways do you want some Dude Gums, Freddy? I stoled a bunch at the Dude Gum factory. I wish I stole a crate full of the stuff. Freddy: I'm flattered, but I heard Dude Gums are not very good for you. Especially for your eyes. Henry: She rejected you and won't even take your Gum. Just give up already,  Daniel, she's not going to bite. Daniel: Shut up, old man or I'll pimp slap your ass. Henry: What!? Did you even hear what you said? By the way, I am not even that old.

Henry: I hope you two morons won't act like this when we get to the Fish Tung factory. You do know the main boss of Grump will be there as well, right? It will be the first time I’ll probably ever see. I don’t even know anyone that knows his name.

Daniel: Wow What really? The founder of the whole gang will be there. Harrison must really have made life hell for Grump gang. 

Tom: Henry, you should give us a little bit of respected. I and Daniel just help you catch one the greatest detective on the face of this planet. You should recommend us for some type promotion. Henry: Why would respect I low rank gang bangers that couldn't even pass high school? You both failed upwards. Daniel: What the hell man, that's not even our fault the school district went bankrupt three years ago. Henry: You both almost ruined the mission. Freddy, you should have been there and seen it. Detective Harrison thought Tom and stupid Daniel were the biggest clowns. Harrison could tell both of you were all bark and no bite. It was sad. Freddy: Ha. I am glad to see all three of you guys are alright. The Van finally made it to the Tung Fish factory. They parked next to the main dock harbor. It smelled bad.

Henry: Alright boys get Harrison out of the goddamn van. Daniel immediately throws Harrison down on the concrete floor. Harrison left trench coat pocket ripped on the way down. Two of his button ripped off as well.

Tom: Where is everyone? I thought there would be a bunch gangster here already. Henry: I was told if detective Harrison was ever captured the founder would kill him personally. I guess he wants the world to know he captured detective Harrison. Instead of him mysteriously disappearing in history as a hero.

Tom: I assume the founder thinks Harrison, vanishing as a legend is too good of a death for him. He probably wants the world to know Grump organization is not to be messed with. Henry: That is true, Tom. The Grump founder must be on his helicopter flying over here right about now. I sent the founder our GPS location just know. The founder does not live close by, so we’ll all have to be here for a couple of hours. Daniel: It is super wack none of us is going to get any credit for nabbing detective old fart. Money cool in all, but bragging rights would have been great.

Daniel begins going through the van pulling out beers from one of Freddy’s storage containers.

Daniel: I found our consolation prize.

Tom: Daniel, that is Grump street property. That is not a good idea bro. Daniel: Yeah we’re Grump street, So let’s all celebrate. Haha. Freddy: Oh ahh... Henry: Freddy, I apologize on behalf of my goons miss behaviors. Daniel put those beers back right now! If those go missing Freddy can get in massive trouble from the higher-ups. Freddy: Those beers are my own stash. Sometimes I get paid for products instead of cash so you guys could drink up. I was to about to offer them anyways. Tom: Freddy, you're the best. I will try not to look drunk when the founder gets here. Henry: Please don't. It’s the first time I'll get to meet the man who signs my paychecks face to face. I and Daniel began started drinking. It's a perfect time to drink a beer. The alcohol smell covers the rotten fish gut stench surrounding us.

Freddy notice Henry was not drinking. Freddy: Henry, you deserve a drink just much as the other guys. Henry, why are you not drinking?

Daniel: Because he’s a fruit. Freddy laughs at Daniels joke. Freddy: Henry, you deserve a drink just much as the other guys. Capturing the world famous detective deserves a drink.  Henry looks really surprised and happy. So was I. I really didn’t think this underdog operation would work. We capture one of the greatest detectives of the world. He might be been an old geezer now, but he still a legend.

Tom: Henry you sure you don’t want? The beer will make you twice as happy.

Henry: No thanks. I don’t drink liquor at all. It reminds about family.

Tom: Me too man. Before my mom kick out my pope. I and my pope would drink every weekend. We would try to crash every local party we can. He was so funny back in the day.

Henry: Once again no thank you. I can’t even stand the smell of alcohol. So please step three steps back.

Tom: Hey Henry, what about your boy Harrison a beer? He should at least have a last drink. Henry: Harrison,  doesn’t drink.

[r-ahh-mi]

Trinity (Preview)

Elliot Alderson x Fem Reader x Fem Reader (Smut)

A/N So this is a little preview of a threesome fic I've been working on for ages (sorry it’s taking so long). There is no smut in this preview, mainly just everything leading right up to it; I may shorten the final version down because this is so fucking longggg. WHOOPS. This is also only slightly edited so please excuse any mistakes or errors. Lemme know your thoughts so far xx

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Elliot:

It was like an out of body experience. My mind was buzzing from the alcohol and previous joint I smoked prior to coming here to this absolute terror of a work party. Everyone was fucked up already; it was only 10 pm for Christ sake. I’m sure the nine to five lifestyle gets to some, me, not so much. Allsafe is what pays my bills, sure, but it’s not my priority or what I invest my talents into. Everyone else probably worked this shitty job to pay for their shitty apartments in an even shittier neighborhood just so they could go home with their loved ones and feel at home, whatever home even was anymore.

“Hello!”, a hand waved itself in front of my face. I suppose I must have zoned out whilst lost in my thoughts; nothing out of the ordinary.

The redhead, behind the bar, stared at me, hand on her hip, waiting for my response.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted another drink. You finished yours like ten minutes ago.”

My eyes glanced towards the empty glass, still sat near my hand as I lightly pushed it towards the bartender. “Just another of these is fine.”

She nodded, a soft smile on her lips; her pretty, light pink lips.

Fuck

I slightly shook my head, moving the absurd and obscene thoughts from my head as I watched her walk away, hips slightly swaying and the light peaking through her black mesh top so I could see her red lace bra clearly.

See, this is why I don’t drink. Drinking gives me a different affect then when i’m high; i feel so out of control and anxious the entire time i’m under the influence of an alcoholic substance, whereas drugs, drugs make me numb, drugs make me relax, drugs make me forget that i’m not in total control and i fucking love it.

“Here ya go”, the redhead pushed the ‘whiskey on the rocks’ my way as she waltzed over to the next awaiting customer, but not before shooting me a smile.

She’s hot.

A quick, but to the point thought crossed my mind as I continued to watch her for the next several minutes, sipping my beverage to a speed fit to my liking. A crowd screaming and hollering brought me out of my gaze as I watched them all staring excitedly at the sports event set on the big screen television.

Sports. What a mindless way to spend your time when you could be doing so much better in the world, but instead you’re racking up millions and millions and buying one car, then another, yet we have hungry, homeless people in our country alone, not to mention the entire fucking world. How do they sleep at night?

“You think a lot huh?”

Again, the redhead was leaning towards me, elbows holding up her upper body from the bar as I mentally yelled at myself for going on a inner rant.

“I guess,” i shrugged, taking the last sip of my drink and sliding the glass towards her.

She eyed me for a bit, not saying a word, just watching me. Every once in a while, she’d smirk, probably noticing my uneasiness with the way she was, literally, just staring at me.

“You smoke?”, she lifted a cigarette in the air that was placed between her fingers.

I nodded, turning my eyes away from her to stare at my hands set on the bar.

“Wanna come outside with me? I hate taking my break outside alone in this neighborhood at night.”

Isn’t it sad? People can’t even enjoy life anymore without the fear of getting stabbed or shot or fucking murdered.

“I’ll get you another drink after; no charge, I promise.”

My eyes traveled back up to hers, her playful little smirk enticing me to follow her request.

“Okay,” I nodded, keeping my reply short.

The woman nodded towards the front door, silently telling me to meet her outside, as she headed for the back exit, I suppose, to grab a personal belonging or two.

I pushed my way through the crowd of people, still indulging in whatever else was on television, and finally landed my feet on the sidewalk set outside. It was nice out - a little breezy, but not too cool, making it desirable to actually be outside which was a lovely change of pace from the brutal winter that had came with full force this year.

A dark haired girl was also outside, back against the brick wall, as she dragged a cigarette to and from her lips; exhaling and keeping her eyes fixated on the streetlight across the street.

She briefly glanced at me, most likely just to get a good look at the person who had taken her seclusion away from her, but quickly brought her eyes back up to the tri-colored lights, seemingly memorized by them.

I pulled my pack of cigarettes out of my pant pocket and slipped a stick out, bringing it to my lips and lighting it with my eyes also now fixated on the streetlight.

It was pleasant, I guess. Coming and going colors, almost hypnotic to the eye, yet so relaxing at the same time.

“Enjoying the light show are we?”

The red head emerged from the alley with, what looked to be, a cigarette and phone in hand, as she glanced at me and the dark haired girl; particularly spending a little extra time glancing at the other girl, eyeing her up and down, which i couldn’t blame her for...

Her tight fitting dress, cut at the knee, was flattering to her small frame. Especially when she exhaled; her lips slightly a gap, her breasts gently heaving as she let out a deep breath. I caught myself licking my lips, subconsciously, as I eyed her up, probably a little too long.

“It’s okay, I think she’s hot too”, the redhead whispered.

I was caught in a sandwich sort of situation with two beautiful women and most men my age wouldn’t have a single complaint, except that I was nothing like the rest of them and by them I mean the other inhabitants of the world. My anxiety was at a high as we all sat in silence that was anything but comfortable, at least not for me and all I wanted to do was make a run for it, which I nearly did before I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me instantly shrug the sharp touch away.

“Seems like someone needs a hit?”

The familiar, sweet aroma of marijuana filled my nostrils as the red head glided her hand near my lips and the alcohol made me much too gullible as I, without hesitation, brought my lips around the joint and took a deep inhale of the substance.

“And you?”, she peered over my shoulder at the dark haired girl, who shyly looked at the joint and then at me as the bartender passed the stick to me to then pass to the girl.

“Won’t kill you, I promise”, I quietly smiled in the dark haired girls direction as she also had a slight smile on her lips and took the joint from my fingers, breathing in a nice long hit before passing it back to me; clearly she was used to smoking narcotics.

All three of us were silent as we breathed in the spring night air; the zipping of cars and the buzzing of tourists walking by always made me feel comfortable or, rather, surrounded by something comfortable and familiar. It was like one giant distraction for my mind, but, on the other hand, it was also something that made me quite anxious. Having loads of people all scrunched in one place felt overwhelming to me if you caught me on a day where my anxiety was particularly god awful.

Isn’t it funny? All we need is a little background noise and our minds are put at ease. Our loneliness is diluted, even if its just a little bit. Maybe this was the weed talking, but right now I felt not completely disturbed by my own mind and life.

“Would you guys want to hang out?”, The redhead chimed in, breaking my mental thesis I was creating on ‘Humans: Why the fuck we like noise’.

“Ma-Maybe we could smoke some more at my place or something”, I joined, but quickly trailed off, realizing how utterly creepy I was sounding to these two women I had just met, but i was merely trying to think like a normal person would and inviting them to hang out seemed normal i guess?

Fucking hell, they probably thought I was a fucking pervert.

“Where do you live?”, the dark haired girl asked, finishing off her cigarette and kicking it to the ground as her high heeled clad foot stomped out the burning flame.

“Uh..Chinatown.”

She nodded, “I live not too far from there. I’m in.”

I’m sure my expression was one filled with disbelief, but her friendly smile eased me as I returned a small grin.

“I get off in a half hour, I can meet you there.”

“No,” I shook my head, being much too nervous to have only one person in my home that I would have to entertain somehow, two people, sure, especially since this red head seemed outgoing and quite the conversationalist, but just me and this dark haired girl, no way.

“No?”

“I mean, I’ll wait for you. If-If that’s okay with you,” I turned to the dark haired girl and she nodded slowly, resting the back of her head onto the cool wall once again.

“Buy me a drink and I’ll stay.”

So the quiet girl was also flirtatious; I could live with that.

“I think I can do that.”

-

The back seat of this taxi cab was instantly making me regret everything. Why the fuck would I invited two strangers into my apartment, not to mention invite them to smoke more with me. It was making me start to question my intentions; why did I want them to come over? Was I merely lonely? Seeking out strangers for company was something I would never do, but alcohol combined with weed could very well be a lethal combination to my psyche.

Yeah, maybe that was it.

Thankfully, the drive wasn’t long and I was able to pile out of the cab quickly as I began to start for my apartment buildings main door.

“Slow down why don’t ‘cha!”, the red head called as her and the other girl were still situating their clothing after just getting out of the crammed car.

“Sorry”, I said quietly, not even sure if they could hear me. I tucked my hands inside my jean pockets as I attempted to relax.

“Eager are we?”

“I’m just--cold is all..” the red head nodded, clearly not buying my lame excuse as she watched me unlock the door, letting the three of us into the slightly heated building.

I knew they were both judging where I lived as they glanced around at the cheaply painted walls and the various stains set on them while we walked up the stairs, eventually landing at my door.

My keys jingled as I twisted them around in the door knob, unlocking and opening up my home to the two mysterious women.

No going back now.

Again, they looked around my apartment, silently judging, as everyone is constantly doing all through out their lives.

“Your place is...cozy”, the dark haired girl complimented, or at least tried to muster about some sort of compliment purely to be polite.

“I guess.”

Both of the girls immediately got comfortable; taking off their coats and holding them up questionably as I stared at the, trying to configure what it is they were searching for.

Oh right, a coat rack..

I anxiously searched around my small apartment, looking for any nearby space to place the two warm pieces of fabric.

“Here is fine,” I said, motioning to the hook placed on the inside of my open bathroom door; that’ll do i guess.

As the girls figured out the arrangement of their coats, I took a spot on my couch and attempted to not look as awkward as I felt right now.

“So...”, the redhead started for the couch I was sat at, making me scoot over so I was no longer in the middle of the plush seat as she sat next to me.

“Are we smoking your stuff or my stuff? I may not have enough for-”

“Mine is fine,” I said rather hastily and honestly as I just wanted to get this over with and return to the seclusion of my home and my computer.

No matter how lonely I felt, I would much rather prefer my own company then anyone else, besides the select few in my life that I could tolerate. Because loneliness was something I could cope with, but having someone, I wasn’t too comfortable with, in my presence would send my anxiety through a roller coaster like spiral, which was something I couldn’t handle, nor ignore because of the physical symptoms I would begin to show.

My box, containing all of my narcotics was set on my coffee table, directly in front of the dark haired girl, who had just taken a seat on the floor, directly in front of me.

I didn’t want to say anything, feeling much too anxious about how I would even ask her to kindly scoot my ‘drug box’ over to me, as crazy as that sounds and as small as that sounds, that was a big deal for me to even mutter any sort of request to a stranger, well a kind of stranger. I suppose we had gotten decently acquainted while waiting for the bartender to get done with her shift.

I settled to awkwardly reaching over her body and grabbing the box, setting the wood in my lap as I pulled out the baggie and rolling paper as I began to spill the weed into my grinder before rolling a medium sized joint that we all could indulge in. And indulge we did, indeed.

By the time the joint was burnt to its end we were all chatting along comfortably in conversation, me being much more relaxed, the dark haired girl being quite the chatter box, and the red head remaining true to herself, but much more touchy as her hand kept coming in contact with my shoulder.

I didn’t mind the touching as much as before, but the drugs were still starting to settle in my system so I wasn’t my completely comfortable high self just yet and I was seeking desperately for an excuse to to get away from the red heads touch on my shoulder.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom”, I announced as I maneuvered my way through the two bodies and shut the door behind me while I figured that a splash of cool water and some quiet couple of minutes should do me just fine, as well as, allow the weed to settle further into my system.

Much to my surprise, when I returned, the girls were not chatting comfortably, like I had envisioned while I was in the bathroom.

I stood and stared, probably for much too long, as their lips were connected while they gently made out with one another; it was hypnotizing really and almost seemed too perfect and choreographed with the way they were in sync with one another as their hands roamed each others bodies and their tongues danced with the others while they left lingering open mouth kisses.

The red head must have sensed my longing stare as she opened her eyes and looked directly at me with a smirk that was just barely visible to me because of the dark haired girls needful kisses. However, she quickly took her eyes back to their closed position as she kept on entertaining the other girls lips, as if I had never seen anything...or maybe she wanted me to see...and wanted me to watch as her hand, ever so slightly, moved to the back of the dark haired girls dress, clasping the zipper in between her fingers as she dragged the metal down until it stopped at the girls mid back.

I remained standing like statue, watching as the red head assisted the other girl out of the straps of her dress, leaving the fabric clustered together at her waist, leaving her chest only clad in a black bra. The dark haired girl then, also, dragged her eyes over to me as the redhead placed bruising kisses to her neck, surely leaving hickeys scattered across her tanned skin.

A loud gulp left my throat as the dark haired girl remained with her eyes fixed on me as the red head began to leave kisses to her cleavage. even going so far as to move one of the bra straps down the girls arm, but quickly she brought the strap back up to rest on her shoulder as they both now fixated their eyes on me.

I wanted to say something along the lines of ‘what the fuck are you guys doing’ but, to be frank, I was enjoying it too much. Had i said such harsh words, maybe they would’ve both left leaving me regretting and slightly turned on..and i wanted nothing but the complete opposite.

“Do you mind?”

I look towards the red head, not even noticing that the two girls had finally pried away from each other as they both relaxed on my couch, their backs hitting the cushion so they were sitting up straight and both watching me like a hawk.

“Do I mind what?”

“If I play with her a bit? It’s your apartment so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable and - - you look really uncomfortable.”

At her words, I attempted to make myself look more relaxed, slouching my shoulders and clearing my throat, in the hopes it would relax my facial features just a tad. Anything to make them stay and keep doing..whatever it is they were doing.

“No, no. I don’t mind.”, my words were strangled, but they seem to have done the trick as the red headed and dark haired girl both turned to each other, giving off almost devilish type grins while the dark haired girl shimmied down the couch, letting her back fall onto the bottom cushions so she was laying down. The red head watched the other girls movements as she bit her lip and immediately crawled in between the girls legs.

“Sit there”, the red head ordered me.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to have a good view of me eating her out.”

-

[imaginexmeintheuniverse]

Talking to the Moon

A lovely anon requested: "hey im such a huge fan of your writing!! i was wondering if maybe you could do a peter x reader based off the bruno mars song 'talking to the moon' please? thank you so much if you do!!!"

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader

Warnings: very few swear words, mentions of implied death?

Word Count: 2, 651

Summary: Fast forward a few years from now, Reader is an advanced S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and Tony Stark's adopted daughter who's gone on an undercover mission and Peter Parker wishes there were things he'd said before they left.

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A/N: This song is so good and I had too many ideas I couldn't sort them out which is why this ended up being a huge mess. I apologize in advance for this. The reader and Peter Parker are in their early twenties. I literally wrote this under the full moon which I think is pretty awesome. Also, as you may be able to tell, I've been catching up on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars

You've been gone for six months now. A little more than six months actually; 191 days as of tonight to be exact. 191 days ago, you got the offer to go on the undercover mission of a lifetime, the duration indefinite. 191 days ago, you had to leave immediately without so much as a goodbye to anyone. 190 days ago, was when you last communicated with the boy- now man, you are in love with.

The day after you were whisked away, you managed to slip an encrypted message through your adoptive father, Tony Stark, to let Peter know that you were okay. It was totally illegal and you spent the whole night encoding and encrypting when you should have been getting your rest for the mission.

You knew your father had the means to keep tabs on you throughout the project and you knew he'd give the team updates about you. You were never safe, but at least you were still alive. Little did you know, for the past two months you were totally off the radar and no one had any idea if your cover was blown, or if you were still alive.

For a while you didn't think you'd make it out. All you could think of in those moments, was that you might die without ever telling Peter how you felt.

I know you're somewhere out there

Somewhere far away

I want you back, I want you back

You never led a quote-on-quote "normal life". Your parents, who were also S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, were taken from you at a young age due to a mission gone awry. The number of agent casualties during that mission were the highest in a very long time, your parents included in the devastating death toll. They had trained you throughout your childhood, so when your skills were evaluated by the organization after their passing, you sent straight through the academic and recruitment process. Not long after being put in the system, they stuck you with Tony Stark for a bit and he decided to adopt you since you had lost everything, and he saw an unbelievable amount of potential on top of having grown to love having you in his life.

The academy was a boarding school, but Tony would bring you back to New York as often as he could. You grew up around the Avengers and considered them your family. Whenever you were over, you'd always hang out or train with them, leading you to acquire a wide variety of skills from each of them. As much as you love them all, you've always had a bias towards your dad's work with software and technology which was a large part of why you two got along so well. It was during one of your visits home that you had met Peter Parker.

Peter Parker has been in love with you ever since then. You weren't like anyone he'd ever met before. Besides the extremely impressive fact that you were a prodigy, having attended the academy at an earlier age than would normally be allowed, and graduating with honors. You trained with the Avengers while still attending the S.H.I.E.L.D. academy, and joined in on multiple missions. At first you assisted as Clint and Natasha's apprentice or under your father's wing (or sidekick as some may call it) for their individual missions, and now you had quickly grown to be your own hero as well as an official member of the team.

Being around the same age, you and Peter basically grew up together, seeing each other from your awkward teenage years to your still awkward young adulthood. Essentially being raised by agents your whole life, you were never the trusting type, but you trusted your father's judgment. If you're being honest, the first time you met Peter you couldn't quite believe that he was the friendly neighborhood genius from Queens your father told you about, because he face planted into a wall after seeing you. He was so stressed about making a good impression on you, that he somehow made the biggest fool of himself whenever you were around. At first you kept your distance from him like you would with any person you didn't know and observed his behavior. You brief social interactions consisted of you giving him short answers and curt nods, and him being a stuttering mess. He always maintained the excitement of a child and told really bad jokes which led you to worry that he might not be mature enough.

Eventually, you happened to come back home and came across him and your dad working in the lab. You watched them for a while before entering to greet them and he dropped a box of screws all over the floor. Witnessing how smart and professional he was while working, you decided to give him a chance. After all, you were both still teenagers and he just liked to have fun, but having grown up so quickly, you didn't know what that was like.

You soon found the thick walls you had built to protect yourself from the world crumbling down at the hands of the sweet boy with the big brown eyes. You had endless conversations about absolutely anything, but also felt most content in the comfortable silences. He charmed you with his sense of humor, bringing out the goofy side you didn't think you had.

When you'd fall asleep on the couch while marathoning the Star Wars movies he'd introduced you to, he took in all your features and how serene you looked when you're sleeping. He remembered every detail of all the stories or theories you've ever told him. During training, he memorized every way your body moves and was left flabbergasted at all the different ways you could kick his ass every time. He memorized the way your face changes when you were happy and the sound of your laugh as if it were the last time he'd see you.

He loves every bit of you and he never told you.

How could he not tell you? He saw you every day; when he'd go to the Stark Tower for work, during training, on missions, when you'd go out for lunch or hang out, and sometimes you'd even help him out with keeping the city safe. You spent all the time you possibly could together. Every time he would either forget about his insecurities and bask in the happiness you brought him, or he'd give himself lame excuses as to why he couldn't tell you, and later beat himself up about not being able to confess his feelings. You are best friends - or were- he doesn't know anymore and it's driving him insane.

The pressure of being a hero is getting to be too much for him. Crime rates have gone up recently, and when that happened in the past you'd always be more than happy to help him out. With you, he feels strong enough to save the world with you by his side and him by yours. Without you, he feels like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He wants you back.

My neighbors think I'm crazy

But they don't understand

You're all I have, you're all I have

Peter gets back to his apartment, hanging out on the fire escape after his nightly patrol. He stumbles, wincing as he slowly eases himself to a sitting position with his back against the wall. The jump in crime rate and the stress, not to mention the injuries that are adding up, are taking an immense toll on his body. He slumps down, taking a long and painful breath. He pulls out his phone, letting his thumb hover over the phone icon not knowing whether to bother or not. He can't give up.

He calls Tony, like he has every single day for the past two months, even though he had just been in contact with the man a few hours ago.

"Peter, I'm going to tell you what I've told you every day for the past two months: no one's seen or heard from Y/N. If anything changed I would tell you."

"Please, there must be somethingyou can do! Anything- Something we haven't thought of yet-"

"Listen, no one has heard from her, and none of us have the clearance to get that kind of information!" Tony snaps.

"Mr. Stark you don't under-"

"Understand?! She is my daughter! My pride, my joy, the one thing that doesn't make me feel like such an asshole when I go to sleep at night- And now I don't know if I'll see her again!" He sounds nonchalant and sarcastic like he usually does, but Peter senses the immense pain that lies underneath the surface.

"Please- I-I love her!"

Tony goes quiet on his side and speaks in a softer tone. "I know, Peter. I know." Peter's never heard Tony's voice so full of sorrow and he feels his knees go weak at the thought that something really bad might have happened. It was highly unusual for Stark to show that much emotion. Which is why Peter's heart hurt a thousand times more at hearing the pain of your father. "Peter, you need to concentrate on keeping the city safe right now. If there is even the least bit of trivial information that surfaces, you'll be the first one I call. But for now, you have a responsibility to this city."

"Yes sir."

After hanging up, Peter gets up and leans on the railing, burying his face in his hands with his elbows supporting his weight.

"I know it's pointless and I don't know why I keep doing this, but I don't know what else to do," he mutters to himself. He looks up at the moon, throwing his arms up in the air and releases a frustrated shout, "Give me some sort of sign!"

"Hey!" Someone calls from the street. "No one gives a shit!"

Okay... Not exactly the sign he was looking for, and yet he can't help but consider it as one. For all anyone knows you could be gone for good. He refuses to believe that. You've never given up on him and he sure as hell won't give up on you.

He can't give you up. He just can't.

You're all he has left.

At night when the stars light up my room

I sit by myself...

Talking to the moon

Trying to get to you

In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too

Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?

He sits on a chair that he's permanently left in front of the big window that leads to the fire escape as me places a bag of his choice frozen vegetables over his bruised ribs. It's become a ritual that he hasn't failed to complete every single day since you've been gone; call Tony for updates after nightly patrol, then pour his heart out to the night sky while he takes care of the damage done to his body.

"I don't know why I keep doing this either. Maybe I'm being foolish, but I hope you can hear me."

He had no idea how to tell you everything he feels for you before you left. So here he is, talking to the moon, telling it everything he wishes he could say to you, hoping that the moon will somehow deliver his messages and make you feel loved wherever you are.

"I miss you, your dad misses you, everyone misses you- but you probably already knew that," he starts, in a light tone as though he was pretending to be happy for your sake. "Aunt May's been worried sick about you. I told her you left for a long work assignment overseas- which I guess technically isn't lying to her, but she knows something's wrong. I think she sees it in my eyes every time I visit her without you by my side, and she still always has extra food prepared in case you do show up as a surprise or something." He chuckles, but the sound he emits holds more sadness in it than it does humor.

"I remember the first time I saw you smile; it lit up the whole room. I walked in on you reading a book in the compound's kitchen early in the morning. You were in you pyjamas; flannel bottoms and a large t-shirt with the pi numerals on it- I remember that moment precisely because it was the first time I saw you as just another kid my age. You always acted so grown up because your childhood was just another memory of time that was robbed from you. Anyways, I guess you read something funny because you smiled wider than I ever thought you could- it wasn't directed towards me, but it made me feel so happy." He feels the similar sting prick the back of his eyes.

And like he does every time,  he averts his gaze away from the moon, ashamed to have you see him cry. He fiddles with the frozen bag in his hands, and like he always does, he forces himself to keep going. "And the first time you smiled at me, it lit up my whole world. I knew then that I never wanted you to stop smiling, so I made it my personal mission to make you smile at least once a day." Peter watches his tears drip down, onto his bruised hands. "It was about the millionth time you had bested me in training, and you had me face-down on the mat. I don't know what made that time different, or if it was some dumb thing I said, but that day everything changed. Every time you beat me, I fell harder for you- Literally."

When he files through all his memories it's always bitter sweet. His happiest moments are with you, but when the daydream is over and he realizes that you're not there, it leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He sees you everywhere he looks, but when you disappear, he feels the back of his eyes sting. Thinking about how much he loves you but can't have you, it makes his heart ache. Lately, his thoughts of you bring him pain and he wishes it would just go away.

He rises from his chair and makes his way back out to the edge of the small balcony to get as close as he could to the moon; to you. "Every day, it gets worse out there, and I'm terrified. It's not about life or death, or getting hurt that I worry about anymore. What if I get injured bad and I forget even one single moment I had with you- I, I can't even imagine my life without you in it. I can only think of you and everything else is a giant blur." He looks all over the sky, remembering all the times the both of you would identify every single constellation you could see, and finally back at the moon that seemed to shine brighter than it ever had. "I love you more than anything, I hope you know that."

But he could never forget you. Even if he wanted to- which he would never, he couldn't. He knows that eventually, the pain will subside and be replaced by happiness. He knows that can't start until he gets past the denial stage.

Maybe it's finally time to move on.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

Just as his last tear falls and he turns to leave, something catches his eye in the street below. There's familiar silhouette of a person with their head tilted up to look at him and he can see the faintest sparkle coming from their eyes. The figure steps into the light of the moon, revealing their features.

It can't be.

There you are, looking up at Peter Parker with glassy eyes and a nostalgic smile. Your hair has been cut and dyed a different color, and you have fading scars and bruises all over your body, yet in Peters eyes, you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He sees you and yet doesn't believe his own eyes. It's not until you speak that he realizes it's not just another dream.

"Peter?"