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‘Vanderpump Rules’ Finale Reveals Scandoval’s Brutal Aftermath

Season 10 finale of the Bravo reality series saw Tom Sandoval and Raquel Leviss’ affair get exposed via some of the rawest exchanges you’ve ever seen

Marlow SternMay 17, 2023

Season 10 finale of the Bravo reality series saw Tom Sandoval and Raquel Leviss’ affair get exposed via some of the rawest exchanges you’ve ever seen

If there is one big takeaway from Vanderpump Rules, other than that you should never allow your fella to go on a guys’ trip to Vegas or give Katie Maloneytequila, it’s this: LA men are the worst. They are by and large an unruly mob of deceitful, lecherous, ignorant, hard-partying narcissists who only care about the next shiny thing. They’re like the Jan. 6 insurrectionists if they were all hypebeast dorks armed with vape pens and the Capitol was an IG influencer’s panties. And among these Angeleno d-bags, Tom Sandoval stands alone — an empty vessel of a man who is only interested in feeding his outsized ego. His partner in life and business, Tom Schwartz, is a Renfieldian yes man who allows Sandoval to steamroll him at every possible turn. If he feels his closest friends or girlfriend are outshining him (see: Ariana’s cocktail book, Stassi’s book party at TomTom) he will either bully his way in or throw a puerile hissy fit. If you so much as question his nefarious methods, he’ll mutter a few “dude’s” and “fuck-off’s” before turning it right back on you. He is seemingly incapable of accountability or empathy, and, to quote Kentucky belle Brittany Cartwright, he can rawt in hail.

With that said, we’ve finally arrived at the Season Ten finale of Vanderpump Rules and the aftermath of “Scandoval.” For the uninitiated, “Scandoval” refers to a tectonic plate-shifting event wherein Sandoval conducted a clandestine months-long affair with Raquel Leviss, the best friend and confidant of Sandoval’s partner of nearly a decade, Ariana Madix — an elfin, extraordinarily loyal former sketch comic and the closest thing the show has to a moral conscience. To make matters worse, Sandoval and Ariana had recently purchased a pricey home together and were in the process of fertilizing embryos; Sandoval had previously helped plan a luxe engagement party on the Coachella grounds for Raquel and his good mate, DJ James Kennedy; Raquel’s been aggressively pursuing Sandoval’s BFF Schwartz on camera, in either a case of deliberate misdirection or a clumsy stab at making him jealous; Sandoval had turned Ariana against her bestie and business partner, Katie, over the Raquel-Schwartz imbroglio; and Ariana had just lost her beloved dog and grandmother in quick succession. Oh, and Ariana learned of the affair by stumbling upon a saved FaceTime video on Sandoval’s phone of him and Raquel masturbating to each other.

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Last week’s penultimate episode was supposed to be the original season finale, but once the affair came to light in March, Bravo picked up filming to capture the fallout. And now we have one more messy, messy episode. The devil works hard but Andy Cohen works harder.

When we last left the crew, Raquel confronted Katie (and shaded her delightful mom) over her weird Schwartz offensive at SUR, causing Katie to go full Mob Wives on her (it was glorious), Sandoval to curiously rush to Raquel’s defense, and Ariana to cry on Lisa Vanderpump’s shoulder because she felt caught in the crossfire. Earlier, Sandoval attempted to guilt-trip Ariana over them not having sex even though, between opening his strip-mall tiki bar Schwartz & Sandy’s, butchering famous songs with his cover band Tom Sandoval & the Most Extras, and sneaking around to bang Raquel, he’s been checked out of their relationship for the better part of a year. The audacity.

Episode 15 of this season, titled “#Scandoval,” opens with Ariana and Sandoval both describing the moment Ariana discovered that Sandoval and Raquel were having an affair the likes of which we’ve never seen on reality TV before. As the story goes, Sandoval was performing with his joke of a cover band at his bar TomTom — which he owns 5% of but thinks it’s 100% — when his phone fell out of his pocket. Someone handed it to Ariana, and she went through it.

“In his camera roll I found a screen recording of Raquel and Tom on FaceTime. My stomach dropped into my fucking ass,” recalls Ariana. (This is the aforementioned video of the two getting their rocks off to each other, which Sandoval apparently recorded, which is very sucio, and deposited into his spank bank.)

Raquel was in New York City filming Watch What Happens Live with Scheana and, after Ariana texted her about her findings, Scheana remembers how Raquel nonchalantly turned to her and said, “Yeah… Sandoval and I have been having an affair for seven months. Ariana just found out.” Scheana, who’s been one of Raquel’s most ardent defenders, is flabbergasted. There’s no way Raquel could hang a TV in under seven minutes, that’s for damn sure.

We return to Sandoval and his off-putting mustache. He reverts back to his preposterous shtick about how he executed this obscene betrayal because him and Ariana weren’t “happy” in their relationship, while Ariana doesn’t mince words: “I learned on Wednesday night that there are evil, evil people in this world, and sometimes they’re the people closest to you — and you have no idea.”

These two LA strivers are still sharing a home, though, presumably because Sandoval has refused to move his ass out. Cut to Ariana chugging wine out of the bottle and commiserating with a friend, while Sandoval stalks around the place in furry sandals with AirPods in like a divorced ghost. Maybe he’s listening to Ben Shapiro, one of the only people on earth with a voice more grating than his.

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“Do you want anything?” Sandoval asks her. “For you to die,” Ariana replies (!).

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It’s been two days since the big reveal, and Ariana shares that Sandoval still “hasn’t said sorry for what you actually did,” which is astonishing even for him. Then, Ariana reads him for filth:

“I’ve been with you for nine years. Back when you lived with Schwartz we became friends, when you were literally fucking, like, wearing combat boots and skinny jeans and didn’t have a dime to your name, driving a 1997 Honda Civic. I loved you then when you had nothing. You got a little bit of money, a little bar, a little band, and then this girl is gonna act enamored with you, like, ‘Oh my god, I’m so, oh…’ Because that’s what you want, right? You want someone to just gas you up. That girl is searching for identity in men. She has no identity of her own. She’s willing to stoop so low as to fuck one of her best friends’ life partners, and that’s someone you think is, like, a good person you should be around?”

A Mortal Kombat-worthy Fatality from Ariana, and what we all needed to hear.

“Me and Raquel became, like, really good friends,” mumbles Sandoval, ever the gaslighting weasel.

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT FUCKING RAQUEL!” Ariana screams, drowning out his whine. “YOUR FRIENDSHIP IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!”

“NO, IT’S FUCKING NOT!” Sandoval shouts back, adding, “Well, guess what? It’s real because she treats me with fucking respect — something I haven’t gotten from you in a long time.”

Sandoval proceeds to emptily complain about how the relationship had run its course, they “had no sex life,” and he’d lost his “mojo.” (What is this Austin Powers shit?) He, as is his wont, refuses to take responsibility for the terrible thing he did and proceeds to exhaustingly justify the unjustifiable.

So, Ariana comes back for seconds:

“I regret every moment that I stood up for you, defended you, supported you. You’re worth nothing. And I want you to feel that deep in your soul. I want you to hear those words coming from the mouth of the woman who stood by you, and loved you, and was ready to build the rest of my life around you. Hear my words and know that that’s how I feel about you. I regret ever loving you. Any last words before we never speak again?”

All of this, by the way, has transpired within the first ten minutes of the episode. This thing has more wall-to-wall action than the opening of Face/Off, which boasted a child being accidentally assassinated at a Griffith Park carnival (?), Nic Cage planting a nuclear bomb in DTLA disguised as a horny priest, and Nic Cage feeding peaches to a honey-trap FBI agent who’s curiously dressed like Martha Stewart — before shooting her in the back.

But alas, I digress.

Next, we see Sandoval enter Schwartz’s sad breakup apartment — the very place where he would often get down with Raquel — and witness Sandoval, sporting gold lightning-bolt earrings for fuck’s sake, hug Schwartz whilst pushing out some of the most fraudulent tears ever put to screen. Schwartz has, by his own admission, known about the affair since the summer, so this entire exchange feels bogus. The big takeway, I suppose, is that Sandoval continues to try and blame Ariana for his ugly misdeed, and Schwartz is still a spineless coward who refuses to check his guy and is mostly preoccupied with how their bar, Schwartz & Sandy’s, is being review-bombed on Yelp. (May I remind you that Sandoval “borrowed” $250K from his firefighter-mom’s retirement fund to help bankroll the very bar whose reputation he lit on fire?)

Ariana’s pals console her at her home. Scheana is among them, even though Scheana firmly backed her influencer-pal Raquel in Randoval’s twisted campaign to tear Katie and Ariana apart, and has been far more invested in adopting penguins for twenty-something fuckboys than having her girls’ backs. Ariana reveals that Raquel told her the affair began after the girls’ trip to Vegas/Havasu — right after Ariana’s dog, Charlotte, died — and that Raquel said they’d only kissed after boys’ night at the Mondrian, but Sandoval, when pressed, admitted that the two “fucked in her car that night,” with Ariana adding, “And he didn’t have a key to get in [the house], so he had to ring the doorbell and I had to let him in.” Even Katie is speechless. Give this lady a few shots of Clase Azul and her mobile and let her cook.

Scheana tells the group that, post-Watch What Happens Live, she shoved Raquel after learning of the affair, and Raquel is claiming she punched her. In a truly hilarious moment, Scheana claims this is an impossibility because she can’t make a fist with her long nails, while making a fist with her long nails. Ariana’s pal Logan grabs the wooden penis flute from Playa Del Carmen, which has apparently been displayed on Sandoval and Ariana’s living room shelf like an Academy Award (Rihanna did call it “easily the best clip on TV,” after all) — and breaks it in two over his knee. Very on the nose! Then again, so was that cursed penis flute.

The action turns to DJ James Kennedy and Ally the aspiring astrologer. DJ James Kennedy says he isn’t mad at Raquel, but rather Sandoval for being a “backstabber.” This is pretty rich stuff coming from DJ James Kennedy, since we all know he went behind Sandoval’s back to shtup Kristen — “in my bed… with my condoms,” Sandoval once said — right after the two had broken up and when he was about to move in with Sandoval so they could make unbearable music together. He’s also a vile, crybaby misogynist. So, he can sit this one out.

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Cue Lala, who cuts through the BS as always: “He did this to Kristen. He did it to Ariana. And guess what? He got bored with Ariana, he wants to go be with the sloppy drunk — and she’s fun — and he got off on the fact that he could sneak around. You think this is the first time he’s been creepin’ around?”

She continues: “I think that Tom has been hooking up with a lot of people. A few years ago, I heard the rumors that Tom and Billie Lee go off and do whatever they go and do. We need to open that case back up. It got cold, and I don’t think it need to be cold no more!” Put Detectives Lala and Kristen on this immediately. (Billie Lee is the trans SUR hostess who popped up in Seasons Six and Seven.)

Sandoval and Raquel meet up at her apartment, and she has her Galaxy Night Light on, making the whole exchange resemble a scene out of Spring Breakers, but a whole lot dumber. Raquel might be the worst brand ambassador for the Galaxy Night Light ever, and that’s really saying something. They say they love each other, but, like most of the words out of these two conceited people’s mouths, it doesn’t ring sincere in the slightest. The sequence as a whole is more cringe than the leg-knife selfie Scheana snapped in Playa.

In her one-on-one interview, Raquel, who has a tiny scratch on her face and a slight bruise under her eye yet is acting like she went 12 rounds with Canelo Álvarez, says, “I was just so curious to know what it would be like to be physical with someone that you love, because I already knew that I loved him as a friend, and I’ve never had sex like that before. I should have completely removed myself from the situation, but I did not have the willpower to not see him.” Yuck. Tom Sandoval isn’t capable of loving anyone other than himself, Rachel.

After this nauseating display, we are transported to Heaven — Villa Rosa, where Lisa Vanderpump is playing with her dog, Puffy. Ariana enters, and Lisa does her best to console her.

“On the other side, there’s going to be something beautiful for you,” LVP says. “You know that.”

Katie confronts Schwartz, who lies through his teeth that he only learned about the affair “a month ago.” Following some light grilling, Schwartz confesses he knew “about the one-night stand” after that night at the Mondrian, which happened last summer, prompting Katie to say, “You’ve been his bitch boy for, like, how many years?” (Get his ass, Katie.)

Enter the OG chaos agent herself, Kristen Doute — who is shot in slow-mo, from the legs-up, like a horror movie villain (in Nike slides!). She greets Ariana and requests “an alcohol.” They venture to Ariana’s backyard, where Doute presents a breakup goodie bag containing a tuning fork, a giant crystal dildo (?), and amethyst. She has Ariana scribble messages on paper about “that which no longer serves you,” only to have her light them on fire and stomp them out. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, life is beautiful, so slay we must,” Doute chants. It’s The Craft spinoff we never knew we needed.

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Sandoval enters Villa Rosa, and Lisa’s in full-on funereal mode, wearing all black. Sandoval spews more nonsense about a supposed plan to come clean about the affair before the show’s reunion, and Lisa continues to treat Sandoval with kid gloves — just as she’s done for years with DJ James Kennedy. Sandoval pushes out some more fraudulent tears, and Lisa seems to fall for the Daytime Emmy-winning performance, though I doubt anyone else will. “You’re not a bad person, Tom. You just did a bad thing. Make sure you know that,” Lisa tells him, despite all evidence on her show pointing to the contrary. At this point, LVP needs to literally slap some sense into Sandoval, Stassi-style. It’s the only way to get through to him.

All the gals congregate on the rooftop of the trendy Hollywood hotspot Grandmaster Recorders, where Scheana tries to make it all about Scheana by weeping over Raquel’s temporary restraining order against her — but then Katie reveals that she’s made Schwartz join so he can personally apologize to Ariana for his part in Scandoval. Ariana tells Schwartz that Sandoval “apologized to the business before he apologized to me publicly, which is, like, pathetic.” (Hard agree.) Schwartz tries to claim he’s being unfairly “painted as this co-conspirator” in all this drama, even though by all accounts he knew about the Sandoval-Raquel tryst since summer; was sneaking off on double-dates with Kristen’s friend Jo, Sandoval, and Raquel; and the smoking-gun FaceTime video was taken at his apartment.

“Look, I don’t think that you are that person,” Ariana tells him. “But I will not have mutual friends with him. So, I’m not your friend anymore.” (Ariana, he is that person.)

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While everything up to this point has been A1 reality TV, the episode’s coda leaves much to be desired. It ends with Sandoval and Scheana weeping together as she grills him, and Sandoval saying even more terrible, blame-y things about Ariana on-camera that are so shameless they’re not worth repeating here. Why is the final scene of an otherwise gripping hour-plus of television between Sandoval and Scheana? Who cares about the two most self-serving people on Vanderpump Ruleshaving a heart-to-heart? Unless Scheana makes Sandoval and Raquel cameo in one of her music videos as punishment, I don’t wanna hear it. How great would it have been if the episode closed with Ariana and Katie opening their lovely-sounding feminist sandwich shop, Something About Her? Or Kristen giving Sandoval the business? For any true sense of closure, we’ll have to tune in to next week’s reunion — the first of three parts, airing weekly through June 7 —where the fireworks will rival Rachella.

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Chris has to work on his crying scenes, at the same time it’s HARD!!! It’s hard to cry in cue and it’s even harder to go inside and relive whatever trauma or thing that makes you cry. I mean he could cry happy tears by thinking about how lucky he is to have Dodger.

Puncture and Gifted weren’t terrible but like the other anon said you can see him holding back. I want him to just let go.

Now the crying in DJ (Defending Jacob)….THAT was terrible. I was mad at him, for those that don’t know what scene I’m referring to, it’s after everything and the family is In Mexico and him and Lori are on the balcony I assume at night in the hotel room…..like dude you’re supposed to be drunk and In internal agony crying at the possibility your child is a murderer and you’re not sure if you possibly unknowingly helped him get away with it via your “pops”.

Ugh and had they stuck to the book Chris could’ve gained some stress weight and really went into Andy’s character. Lol I just a want chubby Chris is all. 😩😍

OMG, I can't find the Defending Jacob scene as a gif, but I can find Puncture! LOL

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Fall Out Boy So Much (for) Stardust

~First Impressions~ Review: First let's talk about what everyone else is saying and then I'll go track by track. "Love From The Other Side was misleading" "The album is very 80s inspired" "We're getting Folie A Deux 2.0" "Disappointing." While yes, LFTOS may be more in your face than the others, it was the "omg Guitars!" people who misled themselves. FOB is my top favorite band so I know better than to make inferences based on the first single. Yes it feels very 80s with the rhythmic drums, uppity messages, and what has to be direct references to other earlier artists but lucky for me, my favorite genre is that 80s influenced happy guitar music and one can't help but to compare this album to Patrick Stump's solo album Soul Punk. The evolution feels natural; Soul Punk - ambitious but underdeveloped, Mania - well produced but wrong audience, So Much (for) Stardust - right ideas right execution. I was hoping for a Folie 2.0 actually, it's my favorite album and I think we've evolved enough to appreciate another bass riddled, poetic, solemn-happy album. This is definitely not another Folie. If anything it's a Mania 2.0 but there's some moments in songs, some lines that remind me of Folie. That's the beauty with this band, you can really feel everyone's contribution to this album. Pete's lyrics unchanged from the early days, Patrick's soul made futuristic, and of course Andy and Joe's experienced-rock artistry. The songs are cohesive and the lyrics bounce well between gleeful and nostalgic however, I would like to hear more from the guys about the message they were wanting to get across this time around. Lastly, if I had to pick a single gripe with this album, it would be that its not what I needed the moment that I first listened. When listening to new albums, I look for two things "Does it make me dance and/or does it completely enthrall me?" At the exact same time, Babymetal dropped their new album The Other One and after a still listen to SMFS, I found myself bobbing along to Babymetal. This doesn't mean it's not a dance album. I just wasn't in the mood for an 80s jam. Now if you asked me to describe the album in one word or put me on the spot, I don't hate it and I don't love it YET. I enjoyed listening to it and my one word would be, "It's creative."

Track by track listed below.

When I was putting this together I used emojis to remember my train of thought. See if you can decipher them and if they're ones you would've used lol.

Love from the Other Side (I didn't even think to put an emoji here) What can I say, it's a good song. I've had more time to sit with this one. Learned the words, the bass line, and all of Patrick's vocal inflections. There's nothing new that can be said.

Heartbreak Feels So Good🎈🫂 When this song first came out I remember feeling my heart drop. I was freshly surrounded by the idea that this album would finally be a rock album and then I heard the opening which sounds a little too much like Let Me Love You by DJ Snake and Justin Bieber and I immediately thought, "Oh God, another Mania." But that mentality conflicts with the actual grit of the song (Also, I enjoy Mania). It feels like a heartbreak song. Like a "Remembering the good times, the bad times, and having a cry over what it used to be." Like a Jet Pack Blues or Favorite Record. It's catchy, it's good, and it's relatable.

Hold Me Like a Grudge👑😀 Again, the opening sounds too much like Another One Bites The Dust for it to be non-coincidental. The descriptive word I got for this is "fun." (Future me here, there's literally a line that goes, "You put the "fun" into dysfunction" This was not intentional). I like the way the lyrics are sung, like half of this album borders on being raps. It's got the same sentiment as early FOB with the, "You can hate me but my life is glitter" idea and it's a certified bop, solid song.

Fake Out🍬💋 It's sweet. Cute. Kisses. Lovey, lovely. I like it, I don't know what else to say.

Heaven, Iowa👩‍🎤 This song is a full blown power ballad. It's beautiful. It kinda tricks you starting off slow but the slow build is worth the pay off. I love the melancholic or maybe nostalgic instrumentals. You know, I was scared of this being another City In A Garden (I don't know, if I see a location in the title and think "Not another song about Chicago" Chicago isn't even in Iowa???) This is one of the standout tracks on this album.

So Good Right Now (co-writer: Robert Byrd) This might be the shortest song on here at two minutes and fifty-eight seconds and instead of an emoji, I'm leaving you with this information. Clearly influenced by the vocalizations of Little Bitty Pretty One and the try-hard feel-good vibes makes the fact that they credited multiple writers on this one laughable. Half of it is just repeating the "So good right now" and while a quick little break from the songs with messages is totally excusable it's definitely the weakest of the whole album.

The Pink Seashell❓️What is this. What does it mean, how does it relate to the album's story? After the whole "red-herring" promotional material, the Pink Seashell Beach homage here is hilarious. It reminds me of the lyric, "The time my dad caught me a horseshoe-crab and I asked if throwing it back into the sea would bring our luck back," (This Shipped (Gold) Standard).

I Am My Own Muse🎸SMASH ALL THE GUITARS WE GOT TO THROW THIS YEAR AWAY. I like this song. No really you can't go wrong with an orchestral instrumental. It's catchy, it's eerie, it's demanding. The violins ARE the moment. It's great.

Flu Game🐒 I also really like this song because it reminds me of Fall Out Boy's cover of I Wan'na Be Like You (I'm so obsessed with the live version) and that one part from One & Only by Timbaland. The swinging drum beat and the funky nanananana's. The cocky lyrics, the ATTITUDE, the harmonies. It feels so Patrick Stump. This is a song I wanna sing at the top of my lungs.

Baby Annihilation📝 So I heard ONE person say this before listening to this "song" and it kinda warped my perception. The spoken poetry at the end of 20 Dollar Nose bleed was brilliant. It worked with the tone of the album, it was unique and original for FOB, and what makes their lyrics so great is Pete's poetic inclination. However, 15 years later, a grown man reading a mediocre poem unaccompanied, unexpected, unwarranted, is not as edgy and impactful as it could have been. (Update I forgot about Get Busy Living and im starting to change my mind). I think what would have made this work is if they stuck to one spoken part, one intermission, either this or The Pink Seashell. OR space the two songs out more evenly. These should act as segues into a new part of the album's story. The second half of the album is just as strong as the first so these breaks feel unnecessary (Disclaimer: I could read and enjoy Pete's poetry for days on end but let's not kill the momentum here)

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years) 🔟🕙 This song feels like an ode to the mmrs and its a sweet somber one. It's also 100% an 80s movie-prom dance-song choice-moment and the dog barking at the end is adorable and reminds me of something (It's gotta be a movie reference but I can't place it (Also I'm pretty sure it's a human girl impersonating a dog, though I imagine it's the dog on the album cover)). However, this is where you learn that I hate slow songs on albums and this is the slowest one rhythmically. Sure if it comes on in a random playlist I am more likely to enjoy it but as of right now I have no strong opinions. I will say as we're nearing the end of the album, one might start to get weary. There are a lot of songs on this album so I find that slow songs have better luck near the middle point of the album.

What a Time to Be Alive🎥 This one totally feels like it should be playing during a montage or ending sequence in a teen-family movie. The song feels like a happy "what a time to be alive, everything is so sweet" but it's Fall Out Boy and it's pandemic themed so it for sure is a "what a time to be alive, this shit sucks."

So Much (for) Stardust 👍FAV FAV FAV The instrumental at the beginning reminds me of early 2000s RnB ballads. It feels like another "Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy," (Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes). It's the, "yeah we're famous but look at what we lost on the way, what we had to sacrifice, was it worth it?" It's the Folie mentality and I eat it up every time. It works so well with this band when you know about all the struggles they dealt with in their personal lives. Pete's Bipolar Disorder and the various affairs and tabloids, Patrick's modesty, weight, solo career, hair line (dude?), Joe's mental health and his role in the band, and Andy's... I don't know, Andy is just there. It's no secret that the fame was hard on them so FOB, you guys are all wrong, I want to hear you sing about tragedy. Not to mention the choir that comes in at the end and Patrick's ability to riff and belt and just get jiggy with the rhythm is freakin' gorgeous. This song is the most perfect icing on this cake. It's a beautiful fade out and the repetition of the "You were the sunshine of my lifetime, what would you trade the pain for? I'm not sure," is pure excellency. What a wrap around. This song balances despair with hope. It's melancholic, it's upbeat, it's desperate yet it comes across like anyone could feel the same emotions. And let me also just say I'm so happy they featured a classic Pete Pun™ in the song (and album) title. I've read nearly all of dear Peter's livejournals and blog posts and he does this so often that it's endearing to see in 2023.

I wanna rate this album a strong 8.5/10 <3

#Fall Out Boy #Fob #so much for stardust #so much (for) stardust #smfs #music #me #review

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‘Vanderpump Rules’ Finale Reveals Scandoval’s Brutal Aftermath

Season 10 finale of the Bravo reality series saw Tom Sandoval and Raquel Leviss’ affair get exposed via some of the rawest exchanges you’ve ever seen

Marlow SternMay 17, 2023

Season 10 finale of the Bravo reality series saw Tom Sandoval and Raquel Leviss’ affair get exposed via some of the rawest exchanges you’ve ever seen

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“Do you want anything?” Sandoval asks her. “For you to die,” Ariana replies (!).

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A Mortal Kombat-worthy Fatality from Ariana, and what we all needed to hear.

“Me and Raquel became, like, really good friends,” mumbles Sandoval, ever the gaslighting weasel.

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT FUCKING RAQUEL!” Ariana screams, drowning out his whine. “YOUR FRIENDSHIP IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!”

“NO, IT’S FUCKING NOT!” Sandoval shouts back, adding, “Well, guess what? It’s real because she treats me with fucking respect — something I haven’t gotten from you in a long time.”

So, Ariana comes back for seconds:

But alas, I digress.

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After this nauseating display, we are transported to Heaven — Villa Rosa, where Lisa Vanderpump is playing with her dog, Puffy. Ariana enters, and Lisa does her best to console her.

“On the other side, there’s going to be something beautiful for you,” LVP says. “You know that.”

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“Look, I don’t think that you are that person,” Ariana tells him. “But I will not have mutual friends with him. So, I’m not your friend anymore.” (Ariana, he is that person.)

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Can I Have This Dance? (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: PG - Fluffy

Word Count: 2,689

Synopsis: 4 times the reader asked Steve to dance with her and one time Steve her.

Info: Written for @cockslut-padalecki’s Not My Ninth Challenge in celebration of 9k followers! Also Happy Belated birthday, I hope you had a great one. I choose, How Do I Live by LeAnn Rimes and Wedding Ceremony. The dividers are by @firefly-graphics 💘 I’m posting this on my barley working laptop, so forgive me. Also all mistakes are mine as this is not beta read.

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Honestly what possessed her to wear her favorite white denim overall shorts to Sam’s barbecue? They were now stained with all all kinds of food and handprints from the children of the Avengers children asking to be held by her. Admittedly seeing everyone so happy and spending the afternoon with her fiancé made it worth it. Also Natasha would probably be able to show her how to get the stains out.

“Want to queue up the next song?” Sam nudged her handing over his phone that was connected to speakers. Giddily Y/N took the phone and went through the approved barbecue playlist as Killer Queen started to play, she continued to scroll as her head bopped to the song. Finding the perfect one she handed the phone over to Sam’s significant other Lou who kissed her on the cheek.

Bucky and Steve were sharing a phone screen laughing at whatever video it was they were watching, probably one of Alpine that Bucky had taken. Getting up from her chair Y/N stood beside Steve’s and brushed her right hand across his broad shoulders, goosebumps started to rise on his skin as she leaned in to brush her lips beside his ear.

“Come dance with me, Stevie please?" the blonde's face blushed as his fiance turned away from him making her way back towards the dancing couples. “Punk if you don't I sure as hell will.” Steve turned to give his best friend a glare just as the baritone voice sang out, jumping to his feet.

“I had a thought, dear, however scary, about that night, the bugs and the dirt. Why were you digging? What did you bury? Before those hands pulled me from the earth.” Steve rushed to Y/N’s side, a small smile on her face her fiance placed his face at her time taking in the scent of lavender and mint, while his hands rested at her hips. Y/N’s arms circled his neck interlocking her hands, eyes closing she placed her heads against his chest over his heart. As Hozier sang the couple just swayed from side to side, loving each other.

“I could not ask you where you came from. I could not ask and neither could you. Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we could just kiss like real people do.” As the song came to an end Steve and Y/N’s eyes met, she was biting her lip, a look of worry was in her eyes.

“What?” Looking placed his hands on Y/N’s face doing everything he could to ease the worry in his fiancés face.

“Just, how would I live without you?” Steve scoffed and pulled Y/N into his arms, hugging her close, “You’ll never have to live without me, I’m going anywhere. I love you.”

2nd Time:

“Well son her mother would have loved you and I’m so proud to have you joining our family.” Andy clapped his daughters fiancé on the shoulder, before looking out on the dance floor to see all four of his children dancing together to the Macarena having a good time.

“I’m lucky to have her Andy and I love both her and this family.” Steve assured Y/N’s father how much he loved her as the song came to an end. The DJ for the reception started to walk towards Y/N’s sister and her husband.

Y/N stood between her brothers playfully nudging each other like they used to do as kids. Suddenly it was quiet in the reception hall, both her and Steve were looking at Y/N’s sister and her husband who smiled at everyone, but they were staring at Y/N.

“I need my sister Y/N and her fiancé Steve to come up here for a second.” Y/N’s brothers pushed her forward, suddenly glad she had exchanged her heels for converse 4 or 5 songs back. Steve and she met halfway there, hands grasping at each other as their fingers intertwined. The blonde leaned over and kissed the crown of his fiancé's face making her blush as they reached Legacie and Michael.

“This weekend was actually supposed to be the weekend that Y/N and Steve got married, but 6 months ago I came to my sister and told her I was pregnant. Y/N knew Michael and I would want to move our wedding up, Y/N and Steve immediately asked if I would like to take their wedding and for that we are so thankful. The thing about my sister is she is just like our mom, always giving and so loving, it makes so much sense why Steve fell in love with my little sister. I got to thinking a way to thank you and that is dedicating a song to you, your favorite song as a kid.” Legacie passed the microphone back to the DJ, before she reached over kissing her little on the cheek. Y/N looked at her sister before her jaw dropped and her cheeks turned pink as the keyboard of the popular ’90s Australian pop singer hit started to play.

“I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish. I'll be your fantasy, I'll be your hope, I'll be your love. Be everything that you need.” Y/N still holding onto Steve’s hand turned to stand in front of him and looked up at him.

“Will you dance with my love?” with a smile on his face, Steve didn't even verbalize his answer, he just gave a tug of her hand pulling her body closer to his, as other couples joined them on the dance floor.

“I wanna stand with you on a mountain. I wanna bathe with you in the sea. I wanna lay like this forever. Until the sky falls down on me. I wanna stand with you on a mountain. I wanna bathe with you in the sea.I want to live like this forever. Until the sky falls down on me.” As they continued to dance among Legacie and Michale's family and friends, he tried to imagine how he would live without her in his life. He had an answer before the song was even over he knew a life without Y/N was no life at all.

3rd Time:

She was trying really hard not to cry but it felt but it was 3:12 in the morning, it was raining, it looked like Bucky had finished off the rest of her Ben and Jerry Star Spangled Berry Swirl, and Friday was playing her I got the blues playlist. Boy did she have the blues, she shouldn’t though, it was November, the holiday season was in full swing, but it was as if her heart wasn’t in it.

Then the piano kicked in and the tears really started.

“Look into my eyes, you will see what you mean to me.”

Steve down the hall in bed they shared hearing sniffles of his fiancé, got out of bed, grabbing her cardigan from ottoman at the foot of the bed. Y/N stood at the kitchen island sipping a cup of hot tea as Bryan Adams sang.

“Darling?” Steve came up behind her and placed the over side article of clothing over shoulder, kissing her temple. Setting the steaming cup of lavender and blueberries down, Y/N turned around to look him in the eyes, with tears still coming down.

“Dance with me Stevie, please?” with a little lift of the right side of his lips. Steve pulled Y/N to him, placing her head over his heartbeat, he encased her his arms and started to sway them.

“Don't tell me, it’s not worth fightin' for. I can't help it, there’s nothin' I want more. You know it's true, everything I do, I do it for you.”

“I can’t live without you Stevie.” Y/N whispered into the night as she looked out at the rain coming down in the night.

“And you won't have to," Steve promised.

4th Time:

It was finally the New Year, 12:01 on January 1st to be exact and everyone was partying at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, thanks to Pepper and Tony. Peter Quill and his friends had made it, Thor with Jane, Carol Danver, Monica Rambeau with her friends Jimmy Woo and Darcy, Fantastic Four, Peter Parker had brought his best friend Ned and girl friend MJ, all the Avengers were there, even the Wakanda gang was accounted for, the place was packed. It seemed as if the bad guys were in need of a day off.

Steve stood a few feet away from Y/N who was dancing with Natasha, Clint, Shuri, Peter, MJ, Wanda, Scott, Johnny, Groot, Darcy, Sam, Lou, and Jimmy Woo, they were all dancing to thank u, next, laughing and having a good time. Lou was currently on Sam's shoulders making the Bucky who was beside Steve, hoot’d, as he took a shot from the Asgardian mead. It was great for Steve to see all his friends and family to be letting loose.

Y/N walked over as the song came to a closure and pulled Steve in for a kiss earning a cheer from the group they had surrounded themselves with. Blushing they pulled apart as the familiar violin started to play across the room, making the room erupt cheers yet again. Tonight’s crowd was easily pleased, who knew all it took was alcohol, food, friends, and good music?

As the drum kicked in, Y/N’s head started to bop her foot tapping along, grabbing Steve’s hand she started to pull him towards the group, grabbing Bucky’s hand along the way.

“Steve can I have this dance?” Looking over her shoulder as she got ready to start jumping up and down, Steve looked at her as if he had to think on it, but stopped when Bucky hit him in the bicep. “Not with the metal arm, and yes!”

“Come on Eileen! Oh, I swear, what he means. At this moment you mean everything, you in that dress. My thoughts I confess, verge on dirty. Oh, come on Eileen.” The group's form of dancing was jumping up and dancing, moving their heads side to side, throwing in mixed moves, like the sprinkler or epaule here and there. It was just about letting go. Steve and Y/N danced together with the fingers of their left-right hands interlaced jumping up and down, throwing their heads back and forth like they were at a rock concert.

As Bucky danced with his best friend and the girl that had become like a sister to him, he couldn't picture their lives without one another. There was no Steve without Y/N in it, no Y/N without Steve. They were so madly, deeply in love, that to lose the other it would be close to losing themselves. He vowed at that moment to do whatever it took to always bring Steve home and to always protect Y/N for him.

The 1 Time Steve Asked Y/N to Dance:

“This is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for!” Bucky raised his glass of bourbon to the crowded room, before he leaned down to place a kiss on Y/N’s cheek. He had just given his best man speech congratulating his best friend on finding his soulmate who made him happy, and on his retirement. Lou leaned forward putting their arms around Y/N’s shoulders swaying, making the bride laugh as the best friends hugged.

Steve took the microphone from Sam and pulled Y/N away from her best friend, confused she looked up at him. The room was silent with all eyes on them, as it had been since the moment she stepped out onto the wooden boardwalk Pepper’s people had built leading to the dock, everyone’s eyes had been on them.

“Through this whole wedding process my wife has been so incredibly patient with me. Originally I just said whatever you want Y/N it’s your day, but she would scrunch her face up, for her family they know what I’m talking about, the one where she doesn’t like something or doesn’t understand, anyways. Lou, Y/N’s best friend and the perfect person for Sam came to me said,

“Rogers for a superhero, you are pretty dense, the wedding day is both your big day. This is a day you both are going to look back on, tell your children about and share with your family and friends. Don’t make her plan it and make all the choices on her own.” Steve looked down at Y/N and smiled, as his wife laughed and gave her best friends hand a tight squeeze before letting it go.

“So I did what I could, your napkins I chose, thank you very much, your centerpieces though, you are going to have to take that up with the my beautiful wife’s cousin, Willow, she handmaid these beautiful pieces for us, so we could reuse them in our winery and barn.” Willow blew the couple a kiss making the crowd laugh as Y/N caught it and stumbled back, before throwing one back just as extravagantly.

“Anyways the reason I’m up here is because I really didn’t do that much, but I made a promise to my wife that I, the man out of time, could pick the song we dance to as a married couple.” Turning his body so now the newlyweds were now facing each other, Sam took the microphone holding it up to Steve's mouth, as Steve held both Y/N’s hands in his.

“Steve we’ve talked about this you’re right where you need to be.” Steve just nodded his head and kissed her on the lips getting a few people in the crowd cheering. Bucky, Sam, Lou, and Y/N’s siblings are motioned for the crowd to quiet down.

“I admit I waited till last night to e-mail our DJ Ned and tell him our song. But to be fair if it hadn’t been for a talk I had while sleeping at Sam’s and him playing this song we probably would just have some random song. Thank you Sam for saving the day.” Sam pulled the microphone telling the couple it was no problem really.

“With that all said and done, Mrs. Rogers can I have this dance?” Laughing Y/N nodded as they made their way around the tables holding hands waving to their family and friends. Ned Leeds, was the nights DJ, thanks to coming recommended by his friend Peter Parker, this was his hobby by a means to pay for college and his growing obsession of Star Wars Legos. As soon as the couple had made it to the center of the faux hardwood dance floor, he hit play.

“How do I get through one night without you? If I had to live without you, what kind of life would that be?”

Y/N let a gasp slip past her lips as the familiar country song played. Her arms held onto Steve’s shoulders, while he held onto her hips, they did their usual sway, there was no need for fancy footing or putting on a show. This was just them being them, in love, sharing that love with a room full of their closest family friends.

“I promised you, you wouldn’t have to know what it was like to live without me, and you won’t either of you.” Y/N looked up at him placing a kiss on his soft lips, letting a few tears of happiness slip. This is what contentment felt like, to feel whole, be loved, and find that perfect person.

“How do I live without you? How do I live without you, baby? How do I live?”

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cloudystevie · 4 years

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Oh I haven’t requested for Andy yet! How about you helping Andy when he has a panic attack or when he’s feeling overwhelmed and has had a little too much to drink (like the last ep of dj) -😌

ahhh!! my first time writing for andy!!!!

you had known andy long enough to understand how he got when he was stressed out

when you guys were dating he had a habit of pushing away from you when his thoughts became too loud, because in his mind, he didn’t think you cared about him enough for that

over the years of your relationship and now marriage, you assured andy that just like he was there for you, as a wife it’s your responsibility to help him when he’s not at his best

it was 2 pm when he came back from work that afternoon, and normally he would get off at 5 or 6, so this was very unusual

you heard his footsteps as he made his way to the kitchen and you gasped when he almost tripped over his own two feet, “andy, honey what’s wrong?” you got up quickly to support him, hooking his arm around your shoulder as you walked him to the couch

when he sat down he looked at you and tears welled in his eyes, though he gave no response and you could tell he was starting to get upset so you got him a glass of water as you sat down next to him, rubbing his back

(you decided not to question why he was drunk at 2 pm while he should’ve been at work because that was not the priority right now)

“honey tell me what’s bothering you, you know i’m always here for you right?”

he sniffled pulling you closer to him and resting his head in between your neck and shoulder as sobs began to rack through his body

you held him close and let him cry it out, you knew he would tell you once he got it out of his system

“i just feel so fucking useless. like i’m not good enough to do anything. (and then quieter like he didn’t want you to hear) like i’m not good enough for you.”

you cupped his face in your hands and you felt like you were dying because your husband was crying and it was because he felt like he wasn’t enough for you.

“baby, you’re the most amazing man i know. i understand that you’re stressed at work but you can’t talk yourself down like that, it’s not helping anybody. you’re worth everything positive the world could ever offer. so i don’t wanna hear that talk alright? it’s completely okay to feel these things, and i’m proud of you for telling me because i know it’s not always easy for you. you’re my whole entire world andy, and i love you and care about you more than anything else.”

you moved to get him to drink some water to help sober him up a little bit as he hugged you in his arms. “i’m gonna go get you some orange juice and something to eat okay?”

he sniffled up at you and you gave him a kiss, “i love you so much andy, never forget that.”

he called out for you while you were making him a quick meal, “y/n?”

you turned off your stove and walked over to him, food in hand, “yeah baby?”

“i love you so much. you don’t even understand how much you mean to me.”

you smiled as you sat down next him again, feeding him and giving him a sip of orange juice every few bites

and when you had got him to clear off his plate, he moved to put his head in your lap as you thread your fingers through his hair, and andy felt himself finally at peace for the first time in days. you had that effect on him.

ahhh i hope u enjoyed!!!

#😌 anon #requests #andy barber requests #andy barber drabble #andy barber headcannon #andy barber blurb #andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader fluff #andy barber fluff

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sayyestomi · 3 years

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can’t fight this feeling

a/n:i thought of this ship awhile ago so i got hyperfixated and wrote a lot enjoy

duckie dale and marty mcfly had been best friends since 4th grade, when marty moved to elgin. they bonded over drawing weird things and having goofy inside jokes. they even had their own made up language. duckie was constantly at marty’s house playing and having fun with him. duckie slept over a lot. marty didn’t mind. he really liked having duckie around. sometimes duckie slept in marty’s bed when he was having nightmares so marty would just hold him and tell him about a comic book he read.

duckie and marty were pretty good friends with andie. duckie was closer to her but marty didn’t mind. he liked their little friend group. but in 8th grade, duckie caught feelings for andie. marty was starting to get left behind. duckie would start forgetting to invite marty to hang out with him. marty could never figure out why he couldn’t like andie like duckie did, or even girls at all. he had a small fling with jennifer parker but it didn’t work out.

senior year was the worst year of it all. duckie was still in love with andie but marty was in love with duckie. and it crushed him because it took him so long to come to terms with himself and he couldn’t even tell him how he felt. marty was a little relieved that andie didn’t like duckie back, but it pained him seeing his best friend so upset. duckie and marty still sat together at lunch but andie sat with another girl at a different table. marty kinda missed her but duckie thought it was a perfect time to scheme up a plan to get andie.

andie liked this guy named blane. now blaine was very pretty, at least marty thought so. duckie hated blane, with a burning passion. blane was one of the rich kids but he was actually really nice. every day at lunch, duckie would plot on how to get rid of this guy. marty understood, it was starting to become clearer when he started thinking of ways to get rid of andie. now marty still loved andie like a sister but duckie was letting her get to his head.

duckie was a mess. he didn’t even really like andie the way he thought he did. but he couldn’t help but like her. his jealousy was at his worst when marty was with jennifer parker. he absolutely hated her. more than he could ever hate blane. he was relieved when her and marty broke up. he still couldn’t figure out why he was so jealous when girls would flirt with marty. he’d spent sleepless nights trying to practice confessing to andie how he felt. he couldn’t seem to get it right. one night he decided to replace andie with marty and it felt more natural. if that felt natural, maybe practicing kissing on marty would feel natural too.

duckie asked marty if he could come over. marty eagerly agreed since he missed duckie hanging out with him outside of their lunch table. duckie just went home with marty and they went up to marty’s room.

“marty, can i, uh, ask you something?” duckie asked nervously, scratching the back of his head.

“yeah of course! what’s up?” marty beamed, looking up from one of his textbooks.

“can you do me a favor and let me practice kissing on you?”

“sure i guess.” marty shrugged.

duckie moved closer to marty, just admiring the other boy for a moment. a lot of feelings came in that moment but he just ignored them. he cupped marty’s cheek in his hand, pulling his face close. he took a deep breath and closed the small gap between their lips. both of them instantly melting like ice cream on a hot brownie. duckie snaked his hand up to play with marty’s hair. marty gripped onto duckie’s shirt as he deepened their kiss. their little heaven was interrupted when duckie shoved marty off.

“i gotta go home. i’ll see you at school tomorrow.” duckie breathed out, packing up his stuff before practically rushing out of the mcfly house.

marty was breathless as he just tried to process what just happened. he flopped back on his bed and just daydreamed about kissing duckie as many times as he wanted to. he knew it was only a daydream since that kiss was for practice so duckie could kiss andie. marty didn’t want duckie to kiss andie. he wanted duckie to kiss him.

prom season rolled around. marty had been asked a few times but he politely declined since he wanted to go with duckie, like he did every other school dance. he was hoping his thing with andie would wear off. it didn’t. marty witnessed blane and andie fighting. he didn’t know what to do about duckie, but right now andie needed a shoulder to cry on. after blane left, marty went over and just gave her a hug.

“thanks marty,” andie murmured, “would you want to take me to the prom? not as boyfriend and girlfriend but as friends.”

marty just sighed and pulled away from the hug. he grabbed andie’s shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. “andie, i would love to take you to the prom, but there’s a boy i know who would love to take you to the prom more than anyone else in the whole wide world.”

“who?”

“duckie dale.”

“i figured you’d say that. but i’m actually considering it now.”

“ask him. because i know damn well he won’t ask you,” marty chuckled.

“i’ll call him later tonight. thanks marty i owe you one.” andie kissed marty’s cheek before going to her next class.

later that night, andie did in fact call duckie that night. all while marty was in his room feeling absolutely miserable. his phone rang and he decided to answer it.

“marty she asked me to go to the prom with her! i am going to the prom with andie!!” marty could feel duckie’s big smile through the phone. he could also feel his heart drop to his stomach.

“earth to marty are ya still there?” duckie giggled.

“yeah, yeah i’m still here.” marty murmured, fiddling with the pencil in his hand.

“is something wrong?”

“no i’m just not feeling all that great tonight. i’ll talk to you at school tomorrow maybe.”

“wait marty don’t hang up yet. i need to ask you something.”

“what is it?”

“are you going to prom this weekend?”

“maybe. i don’t know yet. why?”

“i dunno. maybe you could hang out with andie and i if you went.”

“duckie i really gotta go. goodnight.” marty quickly hung up the phone before duckie could get another word out. hot tears streamed down his face as he buried his face into a pillow, just quietly sobbing.

duckie didn’t understand why marty was so quick to hang up. usually they’d be on the phone for hours. but ever since he started liking andie their friendship was kind of off. he missed marty a lot. he didn’t wanna lose him over some stupid girl. andie wasn’t just some stupid girl, at least not to him. marty knew him and andie had been closer but marty didn’t care. duckie understood why marty wouldn’t wanna hang out anymore if all he was gonna do was talk about andie.

prom was finally here. marty’s bandmates had convinced him to play so he just took up on the offer. he wore a dress jacket with a plain white tee, a pair of jeans, and a red tie. eventually the jacket and the tie came off since it was getting hot in the auditorium. he just so happened to look up right when duckie and andie were coming in. marty stepped back and gave his bandmates a cue. the music started to slow and the lights dimmed. marty stepped up to the mic.

“this is for that special someone i should’ve confessed to a long time ago.” marty said with a small smile before stepping back.

the keyboard started and soon enough marty was back up at the mic. “i can’t fight this feeling any longer. and yet i’m still afraid to let it flow. what started out as friendship has grown stronger...” he sang.

by now andie was off dancing with blane, as she should’ve been in the first place. duckie was just staring at the stage as he just watched marty, still trying to figure out who that special someone he was talking about was.

“and i can’t fight this feeling anymore. i’ve forgotten what i started fighting for…” marty realized duckie still wasn’t getting the hint so when the song was over, the band took a break and let the dj take over the music.

marty set his guitar down and went over to duckie. duckie was over by the bleachers by himself but immediately perked up when marty came around.

“so who was that special someone you were talking about up there?” duckie asked.

“it was you duckie.”

“you’re joking.”

“nope. i’ve liked you for a long time. just couldn’t find the words or the courage until tonight. now let’s go outside. i wanna do something.” marty got up and grabbed duckie’s hand, dragging him outside. duckie’s face was a bright pink as marty led him to the side of the school where no one could see them. marty pulled duckie into a deep kiss. they immediately melted, just like the first time they kissed. the kiss was longer than the first time. more enjoyable too now that they didn’t have to worry about andie. marty was the first one to pull away.

“i love you duckie dale.”

“i love you too marty mcfly.”

#back to the future #fanfic #crossover fanfiction #marty mcfly #duckie dale #andie walsh #blane mcdonough #friends to lovers #jealousy #mlm fanfic

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zalrb · 4 years

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It's so funny to me seeing you compared DJ to SC! I had never thought of those parallels?! It’s funny though, I asked about your SE/DE to PJ thoughts not so long ago because in my mind by the end I actually saw DJ/DE, PJ/SE, PA/SC. I definitely see how some would easily disagree. But dynamic-wise I feel Andie has similarities to Caroline, and Pacey really reminds me of Stefan(no matter the constant Damon comparisons), so despite different dynamics and narratives, maybe aspects of PA are what SC could have been for me, since I hate SC and love PA? Maybe it’s DC having better writing/chemistry/dynamics for some ships makes direct comparisons complex? SC are comparable to DJ and PA. I see how DJ/SC have best friends to lovers and more. But I think PA/SC have the helping one another, bringing out a different side and pushing, the respect, and later Andie realising she wasn’t what Joey was to Pacey. I’ll hold off on a “which character or ships are similar to one another between DC and TVD” type of question, I’m more curious what you’ll think about that after or alter in this rewatch… But I guess my question is if you find PA and SC at all comparable, in parallels or potential? Sorry this ended up being such a rant! I hope it all makes sense ha.

Not that Pandie or Poey are that comparable to Delena, but when I see people make the obvious "Pacey is like Damon" comparison I'm like... fine *IF* we compare narratives, I think of your Rogan vs Delena breakdown, even any aspects of the characters that are meant to be similar (ex. self sabotage, spiraling insecurity, feeling good enough, wit/bravado etc.) and Pacey's growth outside and within his relationships are, I feel, BETTER PORTRAYED, everything Damon/DE tried and failed at narratively(let alone chemistry, and acting portrayal because Joshua Jackson gets me). I would love to read a breakdown if you have any thoughts on the Pacey/Damon and growth comparisons! :)

Pacey vs Damon anon// "Damon didn’t actually grow and because Damon caused essentially all of the dysfunction in Mystic Falls as opposed to being a product of dysfunction (like Pacey)." Wow. You put this so well! No matter the possible breakdowns of comparing their portrayals, in the end that's exactly it. They didn't show or write Damon growing(and I think a major consistent difference between the two was accountability, Pacey's issue often being overly self blaming, not just insecurity and deflection like a Dawson or Damon). But your pointing out that despite similarities it comes down to Damon being a cause versus Pacey being a product… wow, your mind lol. Seriously though I don’t have words, that’s just IT, so completely true. Thank you.

Pacey vs Damon anon (again lol)//I mean you’re welcome ha, but thank you again, your second response, again, put things so well! Pacey was constantly told he couldn’t be enough so he’d self destruct, believing nothing would make a difference. But you pinpoint that self destruction doesn’t necessarily mean lashing out. Even *if* both had justified insecurities, Damon’s self destruction hurts others, not just himself, “he doesn’t let anyone see the good in him and it’s easier to just kill people and lash out and continue to create dysfunction for the people around him.” Plus, as you said Pacey only finally felt he could change his fate when Andie came along, and to me it’s significant that when presented with the chance Pacey *chose* to change and help himself in action. Damon would *cause* his own destruction and that of others, and *chose* not to change. And I would argue that Damon was constantly encouraged and presented with options to change and would self destruct to push people away?! Damon wasn’t silently crying out for help. Now I’m just rant agreeing ha, but bottomline, as you’ve said, they’re really only superficially comparable at best.

This is an in-depth ask so I’m sorry that my response is going to be very short but can you tell me when Caroline pushed and challenged Stefan that brought about a change or development in his character directly from that push/challenge? I’m genuinely asking.

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bittybattybunny · 4 years

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What was everyones reactions to Eclips being pregananant (yes I ment to spell it like that) with Andy, what where their reactions when the bab being born.

best spelling

Oh my gosh tho, the reactions to Andy. Gosh. Lots and lots of confusion really!!!

Like Eclipse and Snatcher themselves just, going oh no oh no oh no. Because honestly, they were really stupid and didn’t think they could ACTUALLY have a kid. Curses aside they didn’t think it through.

Connie AND DJ Nearly cut snatcher’s. well. you know. Off in anger and shock.

Hattie thought her mother was just getting fat because Snatch likes to cook a lot

Marcus was the least surprised out of everyone. But he did have to listen to Eclipse go on a drunken rant once about how she liked his brother and he was 120% done with her.

Also snatcher was the biggest worry wart the entire pregnancy. Like the guy would not stop moving and running around and being a panicked noodle. he broke the house 4 times just from over reacting. meanwhile Eclipse was just. annoyed she wasn’t able to go out treasure hunting and her boyfriend was being a nut job. Hattie liked to draw on her mothers stomach with face paints and such.

When Andy came though, everyone just. melted. Snatcher by far though, had the biggest reaction. He used to be a real crybaby before his curse, much like Marcus is, and he just let the gates flood as he sobbed holding onto her for the first time. She was so little and small and it just made his heart pound. He was mostly in shock over the fact that he helped make such a little baby, that he was actually. still allowed to do something like that (he had always wanted kids, and he was over joyed when Hattie adopted him as her dad, but now he had kids plural and it made him even happier.) Meanwhile eclispe was jsut super tired but she just was crying with Snatcher, and hattie was jsut bouncing so excited because she always wanted a sibling and now she got one AND she was gonna be able to teach her all the cool stuff in the world!! Connie was soft. So soft, just when grandpas got to hold the baby he was on the floor just weeping as he played with her. DJ was in shock at how little she was, because he forgets babies are small and don’t always hatch from an egg.

Happiness then turned to panic when they gave her her first bath and she turned into a little mermaid. They had a feeling it could happen but they also just weren’t ready enough. The wolf thing easy to deal with they have experience with that. but they’ve never raised a baby mer.

also before someone asks: leviathans babies do start off small like a human baby they just have rapid growth so andy would get larger each time she was transformed until she was scaled to her parents and sister’s sizes.

#the little contractor ask #funtimemichael #anon #Andromeda Wolf #sketch #snatcher jsut screaming about he knows nothing about raising babies #while eclispe is trying to calm him down cuz she raised hattie

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dinglemingle · 4 years

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Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy)

Chapter Three(ao3)

Results day

Aaron had been dreading it, Vic was excited, of course, knowing she'd done well, Aaron, however, would rather be doing anything else.

But no one would allow that, so here he was, in the hallway of Hotten academy, far too early for his liking, with a plain white envelope clasped in his hands

"Go on, open it!" Chas was the first to start pestering him, it seemed she was more interested in his results than he was

"Aaron your killing us here" Paddy soon joined in, the pair always nosy

Staring at the envelope, he hesitated, brushing his fingers against its seal. If he was being honest, he was worried the paper was going to tell him what he already knew, that he was thick and destined to work a dead-end job for the rest of his life. He knew he'd probably failed, he just couldn't actually bring himself to find out. Even more so when he'd bumped into Vic before, ecstatic because she'd passed with flying colours. He was proud of her, really he was, but did feel somewhat disappointed, knowing his own results would pale in comparison

After more badgering from his mum and paddy, he knew he'd have to bite the bullet, and began to tear open his results.

pass

fail

pass

fail

Aaron was gobsmacked

He was expecting to have failed everything, yet here he was with six passes. He'd done particularly well in Science, Engineering and P.E

He was still taking it in when Chas and Paddy appeared behind him, peering over his shoulder

Chas upon seeing his results engulfed him in a smothering hug

"Oh my baby!" squealing, she squeezed him tight

"Get off" Aaron awkwardly shrugged her away and avoided her kisses

"I'm proud of you son" Chas was still beaming

Paddy was less touchy-feely, simply giving Aaron a firm pat on the back

"Well done" he choked out the words

"Are you crying" Aaron laughed, noticing the tears brewing in Paddy's eyes

"No, it's just uh me and your mum are so proud of you" he stuttered, taking off his glasses to wipe away the tears

"Soft lad" Aaron smiled

He was pleased with his results, really pleased in fact, this meant he'd be able to college and that maybe he wasn't as thick as he thought.

On the drive back to Emmerdale, Aaron sat happily, looking forward to tonight's celebrations

It was twenty past seven and they were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago. Vic had insisted on curling her hair, however, and now she was meticulously applying lipgloss

"If you hurry up we can make the next bus" Aaron stared at Vic, who was going over the same spot again

She always did this, whenever they went clubbing she'd take absolutely ages to make sure every element of her look was perfect

"Oh no it's fine Robs taking us" she replied like it was nothing, still focusing on the mirror

Aaron stopped fiddling with his phone and snapped his head up

"What" it came out more high pitched then he'd like

Vic finally put the gloss down and turned to face him

"Well he's going to the same club and he's got a car so he said he'd take us" she explained and turned round to inspect her appearance once more

Taking a moment to digest the information, Aaron took a deep breath and tried to get rid of the lump forming in his throat

"What and he's alright with you going clubbing is he?" He said, trying to fake composure

Vic had finished sorting her face out, and was now pottering around the room, grabbing her heels

"Well I had to talk him round and give him a tenner, but he's a bit pissed at dad so it didn't take much convincing" she nudged him over on the bed to slip on her heels

"Besides he knows there's a group of us, and he'll be there so he can check up on me"

It made sense, Aaron thought. He knew how much Jack would hate Victoria out at a club, and the satisfaction Robert would have at taking her there behind his dad's back.

He supposed he could manage a 15 minute car journey. Whether he could handle seeing Robert throughout the evening was a different story

As if on cue, Robert came bursting through the door

"Are you ready yet" he stood tall in the door frame, leaning against it slightly

Jesus. He looked fit, Aaron thought. A light blue polo shirt hugged his torso, his blond hair was swept across his forehead, shiny and soft

Vic started speaking, but Aaron didn't hear her, distracted by Robert so close to him.

Without warning Robs eyes locked onto his, for a moment Aaron shared the eye contact, before quickly breaking away, embarrassed.

They chatted for a bit, until Vic began to move, and Robert was out the door, so Aaron grabbed his coat and trailed behind them

The journey to the club was hell. He'd tried to engage in conversation with Vic, but a phone call from Adam asking where they were took her attention away

He and Robert sat in awkward silence, neither really wanting to speak to the other, yet hating the tension in the air

Aaron looked out of the car window, trying to seem interested by the vast country lanes but he couldn't help noticing Robert looking at him through the rearview mirror

He avoided Roberts eyes, confused as to why the lad kept glancing at him.

After ten minutes they pulled up outside of the club.

Practically leaping out of the car, Aaron muttered thanks to Robert, and then hurried over to Vic.

The pair found their way to the group who were stood at the entrance expectantly.

Aaron felt uncomfortable, Adam and Vic had quickly begun chatting, Pete and Ross were laughing about something and Vic's mate Amy was mindlessly texting on her phone.

He looked down at his feet, as the group moved into the club. He managed to get past the bouncer pretty easily with his fake I.D and before long he was at the bar, the first round falling to him.

Having just ordered, Robert appeared at his side. He shot Aaron a smile, which was flat out ignored, before grabbing the barman's attention to order

"Oh Robert remember the straw" Aaron turned to find the owner of the voice, it was Tanya Holden, she was Robert's year, a bit stuck up from what he heard, and a good friend of Christie Whites, so it wasn't really a surprise

Robert smiled and nodded before turning back to request a straw for Tanyas obnoxiously fruity cocktail

"Thanks babes" the dark-haired girl called across the dance floor

Robert rolled his eyes at her squeal, earning a smile from Aaron

This caught his attention and he looked over at the lad

"Alright Dingle?" he asked

Aaron looked at the boy, who had inched closer and took a gulp of his beer, which had just been placed in front of him

"Robert" he gave a nod before grabbing the drinks and hastily making his escape

He felt Roberts eyes on him as he rushed away from the bar, desperate to avoid his attention

Aaron stood in the corner, nursing his beer, the evening had dragged on, the DJs selection was mediocre, and his company even more so.

After finishing his third drink he decided to head out for a cig. Donning his puffer jacket, he stepped out into the cold ally way, reaching for the lighter in his back pocket. He lit the cig, and took a long drag, letting his shoulders relax

To be honest,he'd been looking forward to the night, but he'd barely got a word in with Vic, her being far to busy snogging Adams face off and Ross and Amy had headed out on the dance floor, on the pull, so he'd been left with Pete who was mind-numbingly boring. He took another drag, as the doors beside him flung open, not caring to look up Aaron waited until the person appeared at his side to notice it was Adam

"Alright mate" the lad asked, leaning against the brick wall

Aaron really couldn't be bothered to reply,he'd already dealt with one boring Barton brother, he wasn't sure he had the energy for another

"I'm fine" he replied curtly, taking no interest in the boy

"So-" Adam started, before stopping as Aaron rolled his eyes

"Mate what's your problem" he questioned, staring at Aaron head on

"Not got one mate, just don't appreciate you sticking your tongue down my best mates throat" Aaron bit back, bringing the cig up to his lips again

Adam sighed before looking at Aaron again

"Sorry, I'm not trying to steal her away from you or anything, I just really like her you know"

Aaron finally looked at the lad, noticing his hurt puppy expression. He hadn't meant to be a dick, he was just frustrated

"Nah mate it's me, just being overprotective" he stuck out his hand, offering it to Adam "can we start again"

The lad accepted, grinning

"Adam" he said shaking Aarons's hand firmly

"Aaron" he'd smiled back

15 minutes passed and the pair had easily slipped in conversation about everything from music to football, it turned out Adam was actually pretty decent after all

"I'm gonna head back in,it's freezing out here, you coming?" Adam turned to move, walking towards to doors

"Yeah in a bit" Aaron replied, wanting a minute on his own

Adam smiled at him and disappeared through the side entrance

Aaron breathed in the cold air and contemplated lighting another cigarette

From the darkened end of the ally, his attention was drawn to giggles and hushed words

He brought his head to the source, and could just about make out two figures backed against the wall

Aaron didn't really want to watch people necking off in an ally, so he shoved his lighter in his jacket and made his way to the door

He reached out for the handle, just about to pull when a familiar voice whispered "Robert" into the shadows

Confusion swept over him, as he slowly turned back to were the couple were huddled

He crept closer, trying to get a look at the pair, he knew he shouldn't but when the voice spoke again he was certain his suspicions were true

It was Katie

Aaron stood shocked, a million questions brewing, why was Katie here? Was it the same Robert she was with? What about Andy? Was he here too?

A moment passed before one of the shadows moved into the light.

It was Robert

Robert in that polo shirt looking as fit as ever, yet he wasn't leaning again the door frame or shooting Aaron looks in the car or trying to make conversation at the bar

No, instead he was planting kisses to Katie Addymans neck whilst his hands roamed over her body and she laughed into his hair

Aaron had seen enough, he quietly scarpered away and back into the club, unable to process what he'd just witnessed.

As he made his way through the sweaty bodies he passed Christie, asking if anyone had seen Robert

He almost replied. before realising he couldn't exactly blurt out that yes he'd seen Robert, and that the older lad was outside getting cosy with his brother's girlfriend

instead, Aaron raced to a free booth and sunk down into the leather seat, mind and heart racing

It wasn't long before a flushed, sweaty Robert made an appearance on the dancefloor, circling his arms around Chrissie's waist and planting a kiss on her head

Aaron shook his head, staring as Chrissie snogged Robert, unaware of what he'd been doing moments earlier

The pair broke apart, and Robert's eyes found Aarons, smirking at him

Aaron furrowed his brow, questioning why Robert's actions, surely he hadn't seen Aaron outside, and even if he had that wouldn't be his response

Aaron brushed it off and rolled his eyes as he took in Roberts full appearance. He raised his eyebrows at Robert as his eyes glanced down to his crotch, this time he was the one smirking

It was Roberts turn to be confused as he followed Aaron's eyes

The cocky expression on Rob's face quickly fell, as he sheepishly looked around, before zipping up his very open fly

The pair locked eyes again, Robert's jaw clenched as he bore holes into Aaron's face

Aaron ignored the lad and phoned a taxi, well and truly done with the evening

When he got home he ignored all the texts from Vic and walked straight past his mum who had ambushed him with questions the moment he'd gotten through the door and raced up the stairs, quickly changing and spending the rest of the night lying in bed, unable to think of anything other than Robert.

#Chapter 3 #robron #emmerdale #robert sugden #aaron dingle #sorry for the wait #my work #fanfic #lowkey hate this but hey ho #.

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thejemersoninferno · 5 years

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Honey, I’m home.

· Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader.

· Request: “Sebastian Stan x reader where she is biracial (Romanian and Greek) and gets homesick so Seb helps her” by the lovely @that-fandom-girl-blog which for some reason I can’t find or tag you but I’ve got you. Have a seat and enjoy the ride.

· A/N: I’ve been thinking about this request since it landed on my asks. Beta’d by the awesome @jewels2876 without none of my writings wouldn’t have seen the light. Thank you, darling.

· Word Count: 5438.

· Warnings: Angst and fluff(?).

You huffed while spreading your legs wide open on the big black sofa. You rolled your eyes at the TV and looked back at your phone. You scrolled down on your Instagram feed, your friends back in Greece has posted a new video at the “white party” your hometown throws every year to celebrate the summer. You pouted remembering last summer party. You sighed at your life now. It has changed a lot in the last year. You heard the front door and keys.

“Honey, I’m home,” you heard him call out for you.

You sighed and moved to your side now, facing the TV. You put your phone down without locking it. You heard his footsteps but you didn’t move, you weren’t feeling alright.

“Babe?” You heard his voice ask softly. He spotted you lying down on the sofa and smiled. He walked his way to you and kneeled down, “There you are,” he chuckled softly and kissed your forehead.

“Hey,” you replied sadly.

“What’s wrong?” You saw his features fall and a worrying face appeared.

“Nothing,” You said and gave him a small grin. He looked at you, a pout on his face and he sat down, he drove his hands to reach yours and he interlaced your fingers together.

“When you’re ready,” He murmured, “I’ll be here,” he said and then he left a kiss on the back of your hand. You nodded in agreement and hummed an “okay”.

You rested there, not talking for a while. He moved closer to you, your hands still interlaced. He drove his right hand above his head to run his fingers through your hair. Your eyes felt heavier with every caress until you felt yourself lose in your dreams.

“Draga,” You heard behind you and you spun around to face your mom, you smiled wide and opened your arms to embrace her in a hug.

“Mama,” You said happily.

“What have you planned?” She questioned brushing your hair with her fingers.

“We’re going for ice cream and then we will see,” You explained her. You turned around and smiled at her before kissing her cheek.

“Fetita mea,” She smiled nodding her head, “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown,”

“I will always be your little girl,” You said kissing her right cheek. She laughed and kissed yours back.

“Go on,” She said, “They’re waiting for you,” You ran outside your summer house in Greece. Big white house, red windows and doors. Your friends were waiting for you, chatting and laughing. Your father sat close by, in the dining table you had outside, reading some book and drinking black coffee, his favourite. He shook his head, laughing at your friends and waved you goodbye. You ran to him, kissed his cheek and ran back to join your friends. You cheered him goodbye as you walked off, you noticed your mom joining him and you smiled wide.

You arrived at your favourite ice cream shop and waited in line to order. Three of your friends waited outside in the table while they chatted. You got your orders and walked to join them.

“So, how’s the hottie?” Your best friend questioned you. The rest of the group erupted in giggles.

“Jesus, stop calling him that,” You laughed.

“Well… She’s not wrong,” The youngest of the group smirked. You laughed, a small smile on your face.

“Y’all know he is my boyfriend, right?” You questioned arching your brow.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t call him hot,” your shy friend added. You all erupted in laughter and you nodded.

“You’re the worst,” you added.

“You love us,” they said at the unison.

“True that,” you said eating a spoonful of ice cream.

“Okay, but,” your best friend chewed her ice cream, “When are they coming again?”

“For the white party,” you murmured, “They’re busy,”

“Soon you’ll be one of them,” your ginger friend mentioned.

“Shut up,” you blushed.

“Holy shit!” Your best friend spat, “It’s true!”

“We’re so excited and happy for you,” the youngest, Amelia, commented.

“Girls,” you said pouting.

“Fame won’t save you from of us.” The whole group nodded in agreement and you smiled wide.

“I’ll come to visit you all,” you said, “You won’t get rid of me easily, either,”

You all laughed and ate your ice cream. The afternoon followed by walking around the little town, the four of you chatting and joking around, greeting your neighbours since childhood and waving to the kids in their bicycles. By night time, you all sat at the beach, watching the sunset eating pizza, listening to music and making fools of yourselves. When you thought you were done for dinner, you all walked again around the town and sat down at a bar, drinking some mojitos and enjoying the warm weather of a summer night.

The next morning you all got ready and went for a swimming pool day at your house. Your parents loved to have the four of you playing and chatting around. Your dad joined your chats once in a while and your mom commented how much he loved the gossip time, you all laughed and joked around all the time. After dinner, you all sat outside on your yard, facing the beach in front of you while drinking wine. The views reminded you of “Mamma Mia”, you snorted at your own thought and you ended up bursting out laughing when you realised your life wasn’t so much different than the movie, at least the fell in love part. They all looked at you confused and you told them, all of you laughed out loud and agreed.

The white party arrived, you were outside your house at the dining table surrounded by your friends and parents, their parents too. A big group enjoying a nice meal. You checked your phone every five seconds, still no sign of him. You sighed hard.

“He’ll come,” Your mom whispered at your side. You looked at her and nodded.

“I’d love to make a toast,” your dad stood up from his seat.

You all looked his way and grabbed your wine glass.

“I’d like to congratulate my lovely daughter,” He said proudly, “Darling, I am so happy for you. I’ve seen you grow and become this incredible woman who fights and doesn’t stop at the minimum inconvenience. A few weeks ago, we find out your biggest dream has come true. You’ll be joining Broadway along with other amazing people. I know you’ll miss this place, these people and everything you’ve known but,” his voice cracked up, “This is what you have dreamt since you were a little kid singing along the radio, acting along with your favourite musicals and your favourite stars, I know you’ll miss hanging out with your friends, you will miss the beach, the weather, your favourite ice cream shop, the tourism, the walks across the river behind the mall or just sitting down here, in the windy night with our best friends, but it will all be worth it. Every single of us is so proud of you and will always be by your side, not physically but in your heart.” A single tear streamed down his face, his face light up smiling wide and bright. All of them cheered gladly and happy for you. You looked at every single one of them and you noticed their teary eyes and you couldn’t help but cry. Your family will be leaving soon and you weren’t ready yet.

After dinner, you all walked down to join the rest of the town at the white party. Sadness left behind and filled with happiness and fun. One month to go and you were going to make the most of it.

Mid-white party your phone chimed, you unlock it and found a text. Your boyfriend telling you he wasn’t in town. His flight has been cancelled the night before and now, he and his friends were trying to find another flight to Greece. Your face fell down, your mom noticed and you showed her the text. She smiled and hugged you, trying to give you support. You told your friends and they embraced you in a big hug. You all agreed to enjoy the party and not think about it that much. You knew he will be sad if you missed the best night of summer for him. You texted him back and drank the tequila shot your friends offered.

You were dancing and jumping around when the DJ stopped the music to announce there was a lost child at the missing kids place waiting for his parents.

“Okay, Y/N, come get your kid,” Andy, your childhood neighbour, added.

You cracked up in laughter while your friend joked around. Your mom told you to go get your kid and you laughed again.

“Mom!” You laughed.

“Go!” She spat, “You can’t have a missing child.” She pushed you gently. You giggled and proceed to go find your “lost kid”. Your dad offered to hold your glass and you gave it to him. You walked all the way to the missing kids place denying, you unlocked your phone to see if he had texted you but not sign.

“Next time keep an eye on him, please,” You heard your childhood teacher say. You looked up at him and giggled.

“Sorry, Mr Davidson,” He winked at you and you looked at the missing kids' place. A big smile appeared on your face and your squeal made everyone around laugh.

“SEBASTIAN!!!!!” You ran to him, jumped and he grabbed you. Your legs around his waist, his laugh filling your ears and you laughed happily.

Your phone rang off and you opened your eyes slightly, you spread your hand trying to find it on your bed.

“Hello?” You asked.

“Honey!” Your mom’s voice on the other side of the phone.

“Mom!” You said sitting down on the bed. You looked around not remembering going to your bed. You saw Sebastian’s charger connected and you knew he had put you in bed.

“How are you baby?” She questioned.

“I’m okay, mom,” You replied, “What about you? How’s everyone?”

“We’re okay,” She told you, “It’s really hot in here!” She exclaimed you chuckled in response.

“Here’s a bit rainy today,” You murmured.

“Honey,” She whispered low, “It’s okay, we understand,”

You pouted and nodded as if she could see you.

“I know,” You babbled back.

“Sebastian called me,” She explained, “He’s worried about you,”

“He did?” You asked surprised.

“Fetita mea,” She said, “You know how much he cares about you,” You nodded still thinking she could see you, “He said you seemed a bit off the last weeks and he doesn’t know what’s wrong,”

“Mama,” You whispered, she interrupted you.

“He thinks you want to break up with him,” Worry filling her voice. Your mouth opened slightly and you shook your head.

“That’s not true!” You spat concerned.

“I know draga,” she calmed you down, “But he doesn’t and he is worried you’re going to leave,”

“I’m not leaving him, mama,” you replied quickly.

“And I know draga,” She said back, “Talk to him, pisoi, tell him,”

You sighed heavily and nodded, “I will mama,”

“I gotta go,” She told you, “We’re going to the beach,”

“Okay mama, have fun,” You answered. She said her goodbyes and you send her and your father kisses and greets for everyone else. You walked to the bathroom in your dorm, refreshed your face and tied up your hair. You walked out to the launch, not a sign of Sebastian.

You went to find him in the kitchen but he wasn’t there either, instead, you found a post-it notes

“I’ve got a call from work, I’ll see you tonight. Love you, x.”

You sighed hard and grabbed some snack and walked back to watch some TV.

Your Broadway debut finished two weeks ago but you were still doing some press and photoshoots. You and Sebastian were supposed to go to Greece a week ago to join your friends and family, but it didn’t go as planned. He had to stay due to some work, he had told you to go with your parents and, at first, you didn’t want to go without him but then, your friends from Greece convinced you Sebastian could join you after he finishes his work and you prepared everything. That didn’t work either, you’ve got a call two days later, your play will have an extra week due to high demand and you had to cancel your plans. You had rehearsals the day your parents left, so Sebastian drove them to the airport and facetimed you to say your goodbyes.

Now, you had four days off but they weren’t enough to go to Greece and come back before your next play.

You sat watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier eating some ice cream until you noticed the clock at 10 pm. Sebastian hasn’t come yet and, usually, he would be at home at this time, you unlocked your phone confused trying to see if he had texted you. Nothing.

You stood up and walked to the kitchen to prepare some dinner. Around 11 pm, you had finished your food and showered, still no sign of Sebastian. You waited for him but he didn’t arrive that night. You went to sleep thinking about him and how he felt. You fell asleep sobbing because your heart ached. You missed home, you missed your friends, you missed your summertime in Greece, you missed going to Romania for the Summer Well Festival with Sebastian and your best friends. And now, you missed lying down on his chest, his hand running circles on your back, your little chats before bedtime, your hand drawing lines all over his chest and stomach. His laugh when you tickled him, his voice on your ear whispering I love you’s and his goodnight kiss. You were losing him and you didn’t know what to do.

You woke up early morning, an entrance call made you jump in bed. You grabbed your phone quickly.

“Sebastian?!” You said anxiously.

“I wish I was but no,” Will’s voice replied. You sighed and chuckled.

“Morning Will,” you said.

“Morning?” He questioned, “Have you seen the time?”

You turned to see the clock at your side and your mouth fell open.

“Holy shit,” you spat.

“Anyway, Sebastian texted me asking if I could pick you up,”

“Pick up for what?” you wondered.

“Don’t you have a charity event?” Will’s confused voice filled your ears.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You spat storming out to the bathroom, “Will, I’ll see you in 20!”

You hang up your phone and entered the shower. Half an hour later, you were walking next to Will to the charity event. There, you met your co-stars at the play and the afternoon began.

Will waited and recorded for you the whole time. He helped you noticed little things, like some fans gifts, letters or just people wishing to talk with you. You saw a girl, Sebastian’s face as Bucky Barnes on her t-shirt chat with Will. You noticed him talking happily and joking with her and you remembered the first time Sebastian introduced you two. Will greeted you like he has known you his whole life and you quickly became good friends to the point he would join your trips with Sebastian or your friends. You smiled wide when they looked your way and you waved them. The event finished around 8 pm and you went for dinner with Will to your favourite Chinese.

“So, any plans next week?” Will questioned fitting a spoonful of noodles on his mouth. You nodded chewing your own food.

“No,” you replied, “I have a photoshoot and an interview next week and I’ll be done,”

“Cool,” he replied, “What about Sebastian?” he wondered.

“I have no idea,” You replied unsurely, “We haven’t talked that much these past days,”

“Is everything alright?” Will’s concerned voice made you shiver.

“Yeah,” You replied quickly, “We’re too busy, that’s all,”

“Well,” He murmured, “Whatever you need I’m here,” He smiled at you.

You nodded and sipped your wine. Two hours later Will dropped you at home and waved you goodbye. You walked inside your home to find an empty place, Sebastian hasn’t come home yet. You got a shower and went straight to sleep, maybe when you wake up Sebastian will be home.

Sebastian hasn’t been home two days, you have called and texted him, he had replied you telling he had to go away a few days due to work and you wished him a nice trip and good luck.

He had called you the night before to tell you he wouldn’t be home for at least two weeks and you had given him support words and best wishes. On the other side, you were feeling worse. You would burst out crying for no apparent reason at the littlest thing, you have called your mom and she told you to cancel your agenda and flight home. You couldn’t do it, you had two more castings and you didn’t want to take the opportunity for granted.

Now, you were home alone, missing your family and friends, missing Sebastian. You spent the day sleeping and eating.

Day 4, Sebastian texted you early morning to wish you a good day and to tell you he will call you tonight. You got dressed and went for the last casting. You went there, did your best and walked back to your empty house. You were facetiming with your friend back in Greece when you heard your doorbell.

“Wait a second,” You told them. You walked to the door and flashed it open. Will stood there, hands on his pockets, “Will,” you said.

He gave you a quick hug, “Hi sweet,”

You two walked back at your launch, your friends greeted him and he saluted them.

“Are you busy?” Will questioned.

“Uhm no,” you replied, “Everything alright?” You wondered. He seemed a little nervous.

“Who’s ass we have to kick?” Amelia asked. Will chuckled.

“Thanks, Ami,” he said, “I just came over to ask you a favour,” he replied rubbing his hand over his hair.

“Oh, sure!” You replied quickly, “Girls, I’ll call you later,” You all said your goodbyes and you offered Will a drink.

“So,” He murmured unsurely.

“What’s going on, Will?” you wondered concerned.

“See..” He whispered, “I had this job trip tomorrow and Sebastian was supposed to come with me,” he explained, you nodded and sipped your drink.

“Oh,” You murmured.

“And I have everything booked,” He said, “I’ve already asked Joe and Chace but both of them are out of town for work,” He sat straight on his seat.

“I see,” You replied, “You don’t want to go alone?”

“I’m really nervous about this,” he told you, you saw his features and you noticed the worry fill his face, you knew he was really anxious, “I need someone to come over with me and help me,”

“I’ll go with you,” you commented, he faced you, a smile appeared on his face.

“Really?” he asked.

“Of course!” You smiled and caressed his shoulder, “I’ve got you, Will,”.

You and Will arrived in Miami the night before, he had the interview the next day and you were having lunch close to the hotel. Will has gone to the restroom when you heard a group of people speak in Greek, you turned around to see them, one of them wearing the white party cap the town gives to the visitors and you sighed. You missed home a lot, you wanted to go home. You unlocked your phone and texted your best friend, she replied back and you texted back and forward for a while until you noticed Will hasn’t come back.

Your phone chimed and Sebastian’s photo appeared as an entrance call from him.

“Hey you,” You said smiling.

“Papusa,” He replied, “How are you?”

“I’m good,” You sipped your drink, “I’m having lunch with Will,”

“Yeah, he told me,” He whispered, “I’m so sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye,”

“Baby, it’s okay,” You whispered, “I know how this works,”

“Yeah, I know,” Sebastian replied, “But still, I feel sorry and more since things ain’t working between us lately,” you noticed his voice drop. A shiver run down your spine and just the thought of losing him made you nauseous.

“Don’t,” you answered back, “Sebastian, it isn’t you,” you explained.

“It’s you, I know what comes next,” You felt the sadness in his voice.

A single tear rolled down your cheek and you denied, you felt your heart race and you wanted to leave. You felt light-headed and the anxiety taking over you. You remained silent, you could hear him breathe on the other side of the phone. You imagined his face and your heart ached.

“I have to go,” You murmured and hang up without giving him a chance to reply back.

Will appeared and you told him you weren’t feeling okay and he offered walking back to the Hotel. Once you were in your room, the tears streamed down your face and you cried on your bed. You spent the rest of the afternoon crying, you had messed up things so much Sebastian was feeling you were about to leave him. Will came over your room to check on you and with tears in your eyes and your sobs you told him everything. He comforted you and offered his arms to hold you for the night.

You woke up dizzy in your bed, you were alone. You looked around and found a note from Will explaining he had gone to the interview and he would be back in a couple of hours. You showered and went for lunch alone. You walked around Miami, doing some shops and you stopped for a while at a ice cream shop. You sat there, eating your stracciatella ice cream, the sun warming your skin, you watched people walk around and you grinned remembering your hometown. You released you have been spending the last few months focused on work and how much you missed your hometown, you haven’t enjoyed the little moments you had in New York or the trips to Atlanta to visit Sebastian. You noticed Sebastian has made everything to make you feel like home when you moved from Greece. You remembered the time he proposed you to move in with him and how nervous he was, he had asked your parents for permission first, since you were living with your parents in NYC. You remembered how his face lit up when you accepted, the way he looked at you at night before bed or how he had decorated his room to make you comfortable. You remembered arriving home after the play and find him cooking for you, apron on, singing along Mamma mia soundtrack, too focus to hear you giggle or see you recording him. You were too focus in Greece, you have forgotten that time he took you to Romania for the Film Festival. You spent an amazing week in Romania, you went to visit his hometown, you met his mothers’ family, you have been to his old school, you went to your moms’ birthplace too, you visited your winter house and had spent two incredible days next to the man who would move the world for you. You sighed remembering how emotional he got when you told him he was the best thing that had happened to you in a long time and there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t feel blessed for having him at your side.

You remembered that last night, making love in your winter house room, his heart beating fast, your bodies shaking and your breathe matching. You remembered he had promised you, you would go visit Romania soon and you have told him you didn’t care where you were as long as he was by your side. And you felt sad because you hadn’t kept your word. You had been distant the last two months, keeping your feelings to yourself, not talking to Sebastian as you would always do.

You unlocked your phone and texted him you missed him a lot. He texted back he missed you too. You texted Will to know how it was going and he replied asking where you were to meet you up. Will joined you long after and you two spent the day around Miami. The next day you would fly back to NYC and you wanted to do the most of Miami.

You arrived home followed by Will, he had convinced you to stop over his house because he needed to change his clothes. He changed to a white t-shirt and white trousers, you chuckled since you were wearing white shorts and a white and golden top. You have planned to leave your luggage at home and then go for a few drinks. He told you Joe was back in town and he would join you for dinner. You walked inside your house, cursing your heavy luggage.

“Told you you shouldn’t buy that much,” Will laughed.

“But Sebastian needs this,” You replied turning the lights on.

Crowd cheers greeted you making you squealed scared. You dropped your bags and jumped on Will’s arms. Wills’ laugh filled your ears, you looked around your living room finding your parents, your best friends, their parents, Joe, Chace, Anthony and finally, Sebastian holding a banner that reads “You’re in Greece”. You looked around the room, it was decorated like your family usually did for the white summer party, the dining table was full of bottles of different drinks. You spotted your mom’s special dish for the party. You noticed the little Greece flags, the little booth with “Romania” written on it, decorated with Romanian flags and photos. You spotted a massive picture wall of the beach reminding you of your hometown, you recognised your favourite ice cream shop in some of the decoration pictures. You felt tears streaming down your face and you heard they burst in awe.

“Draga mea,” Your mom approached and you ran to her arms. She squeezed you hard on her arms, you felt your dad join too.

“Okay, let the party begin!” You heard your best friend, Alessandra shout.

You all laughed and you hugged each of them.

“What are you all doing here?!” You spat.

“Well, we were close by,” your dad said.

“At the other side of the pond!” You laughed.

“A little bird told us how much you miss us,” Amelia grinned offering you a drink.

“The bird was wrong then,” you chuckled. Your mom laughed at your side and Sebastian poked his tongue out at you.

“So, what are we waiting for?” You asked. They cheered and you all drank your drinks and chatted happily.

At some point, you walked to the restroom and on your way back, you looked around, you saw all of them talking and laughing, and for the first time, you noticed a spot of sand, you chuckled at the little detail. You smiled wide, you felt like home. You searched around the room trying to find Sebastian but you couldn’t see him. Your dad pointed out at the balcony and you nodded.

You walked to the balcony, Sebastian was there, a beer on his hand, looking the starry night in front of him. His features half-illuminated with the moonlight, you saw him peacefully and your heart bounced hard in your chest. You exited joining him silently, you both stood there watching the night, not talking just enjoying each others’ presence.

Sebastian moved closer to you, his hand found yours and he interlaced your fingers together.

You caressed the back of his hand and he tightened his hand.

“I know you miss Greece,” He whispered, “And I want you to know if you decide to go back home, I’ll understand.’

Your heart stopped for a second, you felt like it was a goodbye.

“Please,” you sobbed.

“Papusa,” he murmured.

You let his hand go and shooked your head, you walked back trying to hold back tears.

“Doll, look at me,” Sebastian begged. You looked everywhere but his face.

“Don’t,” you babbled, “Don’t do this.” Your voice cracked as tears rolled down your cheek.

“New York isn’t the life you want,” He explained, “This is not the place you want to live your life,”

“Shut up,” You interrupted him.

“Darling,” Sebastian tried to hold your hands, “I know how you feel, I don’t want you to feel that way, I want you to be happy,” his low voice covering his sadness.

“I’m happy,” you spat.

“No, you’re not.” His voice cracked, you wiped away the tears from your cheeks. He stopped his tracks and looked to the sky. You saw the tears shining on his cheeks, his chest trembling with his sobs, your heart bouncing on your chest, you heard your friends and family inside cheering and laughing, you looked at them and turned back to watch the man before you.

“I am, Sebastian,” You declared, “I’m happy with you,”

Sebastian looked at you and shook his head, “And for how long?” He questioned, “How long you will be happy until you fall back again?”

You bit your lip, sobs escaping your lips, “Seb,”

“I know I love you and I know you love me and If I have to-” his voice broke, you saw him squeezing his eyes shut, “If I have to let you go to see you happy, I will,”

“That’s what you want?” You asked upset.

“No, I want you.” He faced you. “I want to be with you, I want you to be okay, I want you to be happy, I want you to feel you’re having what you desire,” Sebastian admitted.

“Then don’t do this,” you spat pointing at him, “You say you want me to be happy but this isn’t making me happy, this is breaking my heart,” you cried.

“Then why I feel I broke your heart long ago?” he questioned, sorrow featuring his face.

“You didn’t,” you cried, “You’ll never break my heart,”

“How are you so sure?” Sebastian whispered, “Because every time I come home, I see your face, I see your eyes and I see the light in your eyes shading away slowly,”

“Sebastian,” you sobbed.

“Dragostea mea,” He murmured, reaching your hands, interlacing your fingers together, “I am not breaking up with you, I am telling you you can go home and I’ll visit you whenever I have time, I will go to Greece, we will travel to Romania, we will be okay,” Sebastian kissed your forehead, and then cupped your face, “I want you to be home and be okay,”

“I was wrong,” you murmured, “All this time I’ve been thinking about Greece, Romania, my friends and I never noticed what truly made me feel home back there was you,” You cupped his face, “I only wanted to be in Greece during summer because you would come to visit me, I wanted to go to Romania because you were coming with me because the rest of the time I wasn’t even in any of them, I was in London auditioning for roles, going to castings and spending my nights with my friends around Piccadilly Circus.” You stopped to catch a breath, “I wanted to be there because I would see your face every day and every night, and here,” you looked around. “Here we barely see each other, you have your own castings, I have mine and that was hurting me slowly, I hated spending the afternoons without you on our sofa,” you mumbled. “I remember the afternoons we had in Greece or the walks around Constanta,”

Sebastian smiled softly, nodding, “I don’t miss Greece, I don’t miss Romania,” You admitted, “I miss my home,” you said looking at his eyes, sparkling blue baby eyes.

“Inimâ,” Sebastian whispered in your lips.

“I miss you, Sebastian,” you mumbled, “You’re my home,”

He broke the distance between you two, your lips crashing to his, his hand travelling to your neck while his other hand caressed your cheek. Your hands flew to his hair, kissing him hard, showing him your love, showing him you had missed him with your whole heart. He moved closer to you, kissing you desperately.

“Te iubesc viata mea,” you whispered breaking the kiss apart.

“Then, are you going home?” Sebastian asked. You felt the insecurity on his voice.

“Honey, I’m home,” you mumbled on his lips.

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Draga | Dear.

Fetita mea | My little girl.

Pisoi | Kitten.

Păpuşă | Doll.

Draga mea | My darling.

Dragostea mea | My love.

Te iubesc, viata mea | I love you my life.

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If you’re reading this it means I’m at work and I still have a few more hours ahead. If I don’t post after this post, avenge my death. LMAO joking, I’ll be back once I’m home.

Love, J x.

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madpanda75 · 6 years

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Andie, can I just get some cute fluff with Sonny please? I will love you forever.

Of course you can, lovey! I’m so sorry this is late, I hope you like this! ❤️ I had so much fun writing it. Anything where I can fit in the word “douche nozzle,” is a win for me!

Part Two (NSFW)

“The Dance” Part One

Your glasses slid down the bridge of your nose while you furiously typed away on your laptop, trying to meet your deadline when suddenly a knock at the door caught your attention. Looking up, you saw Sonny Carisi, your childhood best friend.

“Sonny, what are you doing here?” You smiled brightly and motioned him inside.

He took a seat in front of your desk, “Oh ya’ know, just thought I’d stop by and say hi. I went to Antonio’s bakery and got a cinnamon coffee and those zeppole ya’ love so much.

“That’s so sweet of you. Thanks!” You took a sip of coffee and bit into the powdered sugar donut, the lighter than air pastry melting in your mouth. Then it hit you. This wasn’t just a random visit, Sonny wanted something. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Ok….what do you want.”

He gifted you a wide eyed look, feigning innocence, “What are ya’ talkin’ about? Can’t I just stop by and visit my best friend?”

“Sonny, I’ve known you since you were 5. You want something.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Spill it.”

“Ok…ya’ caught me.” He sighed. “It’s my niece, not Mia, but Sofia, Gina’s girl. It’s her 8th grade middle school dance, ya’ know the big one they have at St. Agnes? She asked me to chaperone but Gina called me this morning and said the school needed more volunteers…so…I may have told her that ….you would chaperone too.”

“Dominick Carisi Jr! Are you insane?!” You exclaimed. “I’m not spending my Friday night babysitting middle schoolers. I hated middle school. I still get flashbacks of Jessica Balducci telling the entire 7th grade class that I was President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. No way! No sir! You’re on your own on this one, pal!”

Sonny leaned forward, his hands clasped together, staring at you as if you were his only lifeline. “Please, Y/N. Gina can’t make it, neither can my other sisters. If they don’t get more chaperones, they’ll cancel the dance. It’ll break Sofia’s heart. Please…I’m about to get on my knees and beg ya’ to come with me tonight.” He pouted, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You said nothing at first, letting your friend sweat it out for a brief moment before throwing your head back and groaning in defeat. “Fine…I’ll do it, BUT you owe me BIG time!”

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear!” He glanced down at his watch. “I gotta go. I’m going to be late for work. Tonight? Pick you up at 6:30?”

You waved bye to your friend, going back to the article you were writing but you couldn’t concentrate. All you could think about was what the hell do you wear to an 8th grade dance on Staten Island.

Sonny knocked on your door at 6:30 on the dot. He smiled brightly when you greeted him, dressed in a v neck sleeveless floral dress with a soft tulle skirt that hit right above your knees and dark blue platform sandals that matched the embroidered flowers adorning your dress. “Wow,” Sonny whistled. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks. You clean up pretty nice too.”

“Thanks. I…ummmm…I got ya’ a little something.” His cheeks flushed pink, motioning towards one of the corsages in his hand, the other being for his niece. Now it was your turn to blush as Sonny took your hand and placed the corsage around your wrist. “Perfect, now you’re ready.” He softly said, leading you towards his car.

Before you and Sonny went to the dance, you stopped to pick up Sofia. When she opened the door, it was obvious she had been crying, her mascara running down her tear streaked face, her nose red. “Sofia? Honey, what’s wrong?” Sonny asked.

“Nothing…I’m….I’m…..I’m not going to the dance.” She cried and run upstairs, slamming the door. You and Sonny stood in the foyer speechless. “Teenagers,” He mumbled.

“Let me go talk to her.” You walked upstairs, following the sound of Sofia crying.

Standing in front of the teenager’s bedroom, you thought back to when you when you were thirteen and how awful it was, the mean girls, the hormonal changes. The only silver lining was Sonny. He had been by your side through it all. You both leaned on each other. Truth be told, you had a massive crush on him back then and even now all these years later, there were still moments when Sonny made your heart flutter. You let out a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“I don’t want to talk right now, Uncle Sonny.” A small voice said from behind the door.

“Sofia? It’s Y/N. Can I come in?” After a long moment passed, the door slowly creaked open, you walked in to see Sofia sitting on her bed. She had changed into sweats, her bubble gum pink dress tossed aside. “You ok, sweetie?” You sat down next to her.

“No,” she sniffled.

You placed a hand on her shoulder, “Do you want to talk about it? I mean…it wasn’t too long ago that I was thirteen. Maybe I can help?”

She looked up at you with red rimmed eyes, “It’s….this….guy, Nick Bianchi. I like him…a lot and today at lunch this….bitch, Ava, told everyone that I had a crush on him.” The teenager began to cry. “Everyone was laughing and Nick ran out of the cafeteria. I was humiliated. I can’t go to the dance. What if he’s there? What if people start teasing me?”

“So what?” You said, wrapping your shoulder around her. “You are a sweet and beautiful girl and if Nick can’t see that then he’s a moron and doesn’t deserve you. I know middle school can be rough, but it gets better, I promise. Don’t let those douche nozzles dictate your life. They don’t deserve your tears.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so. You go to that dance tonight and blow them all away.”

Sofia went to her vanity mirror and tried to fix her mascara. “I’m a mess. I won’t be ready in time.”

“I think we can fix this.” You smiled and shouted for Sonny to get your emergency makeup kit from the car.

He came back in record time, bringing up a cosmetic bag filled with enough makeup that it would put Sephora to shame. “Good thing you brought this, although I don’t know too many women who have emergency makeup kits.”

“A girl’s gotta be prepared. You never know when you’re going to run into the captain of the football team.” You winked.

You, Sonny, and Sofia made it to the school in record time. You couldn’t believe that you were back at St. Agnes Middle School, but all horrific flashbacks were forgotten when you looked over at Sofia. She was beautiful, a smile planted on her face, dancing and laughing with her friends.

The rest of the evening went smoothly. Although you didn’t recognize any of the songs the DJ played and you were constantly catching prepubescent boys staring at your chest, the dance was actually fun. Sonny and you were flirting the entire night, making eyes at each other from across the gym. You were managing the punch bowl and he was making sure the teenage couples weren’t getting too handsy. You snorted a laugh when you overheard him say, “Make sure you leave room for the Holy Spirit.”

As the dance was winding down, Sofia came up to you with a piece of paper. “Uncle Sonny wanted me to give this to you.”

Opening the slip of paper you saw the question: “Do you want to dance with me?” Underneath the question were two checkboxes, one for yes and one for no. You giggled and grabbed a pen, checking your answer. “Give this back to your uncle. Tell him I’ll meet him on the dance floor.”

Five minutes passed and you were shifting from foot to foot waiting for Sonny. The light from the disco ball on the ceiling reflected against the gym floor as couples danced all around you. When you saw him approach, butterflies began to flutter in your stomach. “Hey….may I have this dance?”

You beamed and took his hand as he pulled you close. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Sonny looked incredibly handsome, you were nervous and excited all at once. It felt as if you were transported back in time about to dance with your middle school crush. He placed his hands on your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck, swaying side to side when all of the sudden the music changed, the soft piano opening to K-Ci and JoJo’s “All My Life” began to play from the speakers.

I will never find another lover sweeter than youSweeter than youAnd I will never find another lover more precious than youMore precious than you

You gasped, it was your favorite song growing up. “Oh my God! Sonny!? You remembered!?”

He grinned, “Of course, I remember. You played this song all the time when we were kids. I had to bribe the DJ twenty bucks to play it, but then I took back five when he didn’t know who K-Ci and JoJo were.”

You made a face, “How could he not know who K-Ci and JoJo are. This is the quintessential middle school slow jam.”

“I know, right? We gotta educate these youngsters on the finer points of 90s R&B.” He turned his head and saw his niece dancing with her crush a few feet away. “Looks like Sofia is having a good time.”

You followed his gaze and softly smiled as you watched them. “That’s nice at that age. When you like a guy and they like you back. Everything is simple and new, you’re not tainted by the world yet.”

Sonny nodded his head, biting his bottom lip, looking back to you, “Ya’ know….” He huffed out a laugh and shook his head, “Forget it.”

“No what? Spit it out.” You said, absentmindedly running your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck.

“When we were kids….I ummmmm….I had a major crush on you.” He blushed, the tips of his ears turning pink. “I still do,” he mumbled.

Your heart skipped a beat, listening to Sonny’s confession. “I do too. I love you, Sonny Carisi.” You reached on your tiptoes and placed a soft small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

A smile slowly crept onto his face when you pulled away, “I love ya’ too, doll.” He leaned his forehead against yours while you both continued to dance.

And all my life I’ve prayed for someone like youAnd I thank God that I, that I finally found youAll my life I’ve prayed for someone like youAnd I hope that you feel the same way tooYes, I pray that you do love me too

“Do ya’ want to get some air?” He softly asked.

“Sure,” you replied as he led you off the dance floor. You stopped in your tracks when you spied the broom closet and smirked, back in middle school, all the cool 8th grade girls would go in there with their boyfriends to make out. “Actually, let’s go in here.”

You glanced around to make sure no one was looking before pulling him into the closet. It was pitch black. Sonny took a step forward towards you, his foot ending up in an empty bucket. You both shushed each other, trying not to laugh too loud while stumbling around in the dark. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you finally found each other.

He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him. You could make out a hint of a smile dancing in his lips, a few strands of his gelled hair flopping onto his forehead. “Is this ok?” He whispered, his eyes glancing down to your mouth before moving back up to meet your gaze.

“It’s more than ok.” You stood on your tiptoes and cupped his cheek. “Kiss me,” you whispered back, your lips brushing up against his. He leaned forward, gifting you a slow, sensual kiss. You sighed against his mouth, years of pent up sexual tension and emotion finally being released in that single moment.

He moved closer to you, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth, mingling with yours. You tangled your fingers in his hair as the kiss quickly became more fervent. Sonny softly moaned and pressed you up against the wall, his hands roaming your form. You melted under his touch, your body craving more when a bright white light blinded you and a shrill voice pierced the air.

“Mr. Carisi! Ms. Y/L/N!”

“Sister Eileen!” You exclaimed upon seeing your 8th grade English teacher, the bane of your existence when you were in school. Sonny was speechless, his jaw dropped to the floor.

“This is behavior unbecoming of teenagers let alone two adults. Out of the closet now! Don’t think that just because you two are out of school that I won’t give you both detention.”

“Sorry Sister.” You and Sonny mumbled and walked out of the closet.

“I can’t believe she’s still alive and teaching.” You said, making your way back to the gym.

“They say evil never dies.” Sonny replied.

The dance ended pretty soon after you were caught. Sonny drove Sofia home with you in the passenger seat, discreetly running your hand over his, playing with his fingers.

“Oh my God! Guess what happened tonight.” Sofia piped up from the backseat causing you two to separate. “Madison told Becca who told me that Sister Eileen caught some kids making out in the broom closet.”

“Wow….that’s awful. Kids these days…I tell ya’…they have no respect,” Sonny said, his face turning redder by the minute.

Sofia shrugged, “I guess the guy had his hand up her dress and everything.”

“We didn’t get that far,” you muttered.

“What?” Sofia asked.

“Nothing sweetie,” you winked at Sonny as he pulled up to his sister’s house.

Once Sofia was dropped off, you leaned over the car console and kissed Sonny sweetly. He smiled into the kiss, playfully biting down on your bottom petal. “Want to come over to my place? My parents aren’t home,” you teased.

“Just as long as I make curfew,” he said before placing another gentle kiss on your lips. As you both drove back into the city, you laughed to yourself, after all these years, all it took was one dance to make you realize that the love of your life was right in front of you all this time.

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smallgayblanket · 6 years

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Fresh Muse List

In case you guys were curious about my characters I have a big old list:

Egos:

Anti (Usually the softer kind, has green emerald glowings eyes which turn staticy blue when hes vulnerable/being open/himself. He can be an asshole though and does in deed take out bad guys with his knife.)

Jameson Jackson (Mute but does actually still have a voice- his vocals are in ruins and he's kinda dealing with poor eating making him dangerously skinny. He works as a bartender and has silver tipped brown hair that's a little bit longer than the others.)

Crank (Robot Ethan ego. He’s an utter mess- eyes sometimes fizzle out, joints stiff, has emotional issues. He also has a corrupted voice in his head that is real nasty when he pops up and sometimes takes over their shared frame.)

Blank (Fricking soft boy, his aura is hard to control and sometimes controls him. He has a rare heart issues which makes him prone to fainting and collpasing without much warning. Still, he tries.)

Jackieboyman (Super hero boy! Super buff, caring, kind, and tol. Lilac/Gold eyes. Little odd strip of red in his brown hair. The best voice. Works as a gas station worker to hide his identity (he looks great in the blue button up and glasses.) He.’s ftm trans. Sometimes I HC him as a phionex other times he has pretty golden whips of light.)

King of the Squirrels (Otherwise known as Simon. He’s a hybrid, Tail, ears. Omega. Very sweet, little skittsh and frzzled. Wears glasses and cozy sweaters- likes making nests and being out in nature. Loves PB but is actually allergic..doesn’t keep him from eating it though.)

Henrick Von Schneeplestien (Grumpy german doctor who lives off of coffee. He is willing to assist those in need and really needs to sleep.)

Chase Brody (He’s got his youtube channel and a bunch of positive vibes! He’s strugglign sometimes with depression but its not always so bad. Sometimes he had real bad migrains though, and he also suffers from chornic fatigue making his days shorter or hard to get teverything done.)

Wilford Warfstache (We know him, lover of bubbles and pink. Talks funny, loves candy. Chubby man.)

Yandere (Nonbinary somewaht MTF. They’re a real cutie, will punch dickheads without a sweat and really just want someone to be their senpai and let them fall for them head over heels without running away..)

Were-Eth (Ethan got bit by a werewolf and now deals with that. Basically an Ethan muse with a small twist. He’s absoultely adorable with the tail and ears and sharp teef.)

Mark (Abused and kidnapped by Author My Mark is a little bit softer then the guy he’s based on. He’s a little bit shorter and alot more anxious and unsure of himself thanks to Author breaking him down. He’s vcovered in lots of scars spescfially his wrist’s and does not like water much. )

Bing. (Tries his hardest to be good, bit glitchy but he’s chill. He tries to skate, and jokes wen nervous. He’s pretty sweet though.)

Edward Iplier (Absoulte adorable dork, He tries to help everyone and anyone no matter what- I’ve kinda fallen in love with the idea of him only having one arm but that’s only one of many ideas. He loves space, he’s chubby and also loves food. He’s got a prety neat aura ablity too.)

Robbie. (Soft grape zombie boy. He’s sweet and innocent as ever. He’s easily th e shyest of the bunch and doesn’t always talk to much. He loves getting affection though and is always eager to please.)

And meet my OCS! Some of them are old- and alot of them are new! There's a little description for each just to get your interest~

Quinton (A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian.)

Ori ( Very pure angel boy AU of the angel half of Q - a little androgynous when it comes to clothing he/him sometimes they/them.)

Zeno (A DJ with a somewhat secret love for dancing too. Only has one arm.)

Lumi (Ghost boy- literally- he died and he’s kinda like Danny phantom in reverse- he can turn solid but eventually has to rest and turn back to being unable to interact with objects)

Eztli (Pretty grump guy who was cursed by a witch to be immortal- although it made his blood kinda..weird..)

Gallio (Strawberry Hipster guy- A photographer who also has hypoglycemia)

Aomi (A blackberry witch- hes not very great at spells yet but he tries!)

Lucas (A moonstone gem perma-fusion. Quite a nervous wreck.)

Eme. (A smart scientist. Human. Nothing special.)

Chris. (Camp leader! He’s based off David from camp camp but hes far more buff and hes not so over the top. He has his own green house and is part dryad.)

Alex (A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia)

Locus (Fish boi! Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music)

Lir(A Tiny Octopus/Human boy!!)

Reese (Passionfruit bab! Literally. He kinda contains passionfruit pulp but don’t cut him open!!! :< Or do if you want weird angst >_>)

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god. One eye. Uses notes to communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

Small bois- These boys are pocket sized! though sometimes I do like to think about them being human sized ^^.

Kiyan. (A little assistant android. Created to assist! He works at a post office currently. Pronouns do not matter to him though its usually he/they/it.)

Tobias. (Made of hair gel. Eats soap. Someone stop him before he gets a tummy ache. He/him.)

Hinto (Guy made of foam slime- He was kinda based off Remy aka Sleep from the fanders.)

Glowstick bubs (They are tiny boys who glow like well- glowsticks but also lavalamps, very pretty to look at. and theyre nocturnal!)

Theo(A tiny ink creature. He makes a mess but hes adorable.)

JellyBubs! (A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, The main one being strawberry aka Jeri. They dont mind what you calm them but usually they works best.)

Miel (A tiny little bee boy! He makes honey.)

Moyachi (Cactus boi!! Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people)

Apocolyse Squad:

Long story shot: The planet Keres, Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race. I have loads of stuff to talk about for this gang of 6:

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat! Can talk to animals. Nonbinary/genderfluid.)

Hamrish Benat (Also goes by Hami/Hayden. He/him. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. Super soft boy. Loves soap cutting videos (and doing it himself) and bears/plushies - Has an arrange of cute face masks. Is a trained nurse and learning to be a pediatrician.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole lets leave it at that.)

Andy Peters (Strong, kind. Kind of like Tyler Scheid, He/him.

Adrian Géarán ( Real anxious. Gets bullied alot. bit of a weakling/cry baby to some. Has a pretty shit immune system struggles with food and sleep.. He has a Demon esc-Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. He loves iron man. He/him.)

Liren Pichi (Deaf peaches n cream boi- Nickname Pichi. He wasn’t part of the squad- however he did end up landing on their planet- he had some rough encounters with the aliens ^^)

Neighbours AU:

These guys all live in the same little cul de sac

Lynx is from planet Ananke.

They all live on the new homeworld, Ermioni. (Its basically earth just a few more creatures live there and the government is less of a mess.)

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia (She/ her. A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls..)

Lynx ?? (She/her/they/xe/ xir An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral) Alien half likes to go by Perse (Percy) They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws? Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of point ass teef.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth ( A six-armed demon. Grows flowers on his skin based on emotions. He’s a huge mother hen, will care for anyone. Enjoys cooking and gardening and children. He/Him)

Rhys (They/Them. A Demon with a great curiosity about humans) Feri (The sibling of Ryhs)

Anthos (Rhys and Hy’s summoned accidental toddler.. He has a cute tail and tinnny horns. He/him)

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly (He/Him A regular chubby human bean! Loves baking and music.)

Donovan Amores (He/Him/ Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart- is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish (moved when young.))

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation (Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros. Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil” or “ Viejo colibrí sabio” (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (They/He/Him Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar (He/Him. Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole (She/her/they/them. Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..? Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Has a cute little jar necklace ^ a proper sized magic jar. Doesn’t mind whatever pronouns but usually prefers he/him/boy.)

Luca (FTM Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books…Possibly a special pen..)

Forest bois:

Cypress (The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Doesn't mind what you call him but usually leans masculine.)

Unicorn boi (Yet to be fleshed out. Hes got very rare blood- lost his horn and lives with a giant inside of a bubble? He/him/it)

Fyn. (Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin in a fire caused by humans.. He/him)

Fie. (Bat boy. Love fruit. Is ironically scared of the dark- shy but cute. He/Him)

Moh. (Fairy/incubus hybrid. They/them)

Tucker. (Bunny hybrid- cool guy with bunny ears and a tail. Soft white patches on his chest. Got a bit of an attitude but is chill- is also friends with Ainsley. He/him but is usually mistaken for a girl because he by bunny standards is..)

Ainsley. (Fawn boy. Wears glasses. Much like a deer, skittish and nerdy and keeps to himself. Tries to keep Tucker out of trouble but usually ends up dragged along instead)

Experiments:

Izekiel Iris (A being of Paint! Stutter, anxious, hallucinates. Zones out alot. An amazing artist though. He/him though has feminine tendencies.)

Matty (An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol and cute. Hes very quiet, selectively mute on occasion. Lots of scars and trauma, scars on his arms and constantly needs to wear bandages. Very easily tired. he/him.)

Nes. (Based of off Crankgameplays as face claim but he’s basically his own thing at this point. He’s been through alot of angst and trauma and some really nasty stuff ^^’ (He killed his parents, the ice cream truck driver tried to abduct him, he was experimented on in a very bad place, and now he's an utter wreck who will cling to anyone who gives him the time of day. He has murder tenancies but is full of guilt and hates whenever he hurts anyone. Lots of panics. Very hard to handle if you aren’t patient.)

#muse list #oc list #character #ocs #//dont steal my bubs <3 #//but do come ask about them!!!!!!

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Wildfire Records - Chapter Ten

Word count: 3379

Warnings: sexual content, drug abuse, angst, fluff, e v e r y t h i n g

It had been a month since the time in the kitchen, and each day has been filled with more tension than the last. She caught him looking at her on many an occasion, and she found herself biting her lip and smiling as he did so. She wondered if he knew what he was doing, if he knew how much she wished that she wasn’t involved with his friend so she could straddle him on the couch and kiss him as hard as she wanted to.

She could feel herself distancing herself from Andy, and while she knew that after being with the redhead she couldn’t be with Josh, she couldn’t pretend that she was happy to sleep with him like she had been. From the argument, she had been taking less and less drugs and realising just how bad Andy's issue was.

Josh couldn’t help but watch her as she moved around the house, the way she blew the hair from her eyes as she rushed around before work, the small smile she gave him before she left, the way she slumped on the couch when she got home, her lazy eyes wandering to Andy and rolling on the many occasions he was high.

“Wanna go on the roof?” She turned to face Josh lazily, “I’ll make us some tea and we can chill?”

The blonde nodded, feeling the shift between them and hoping that it meant what he thought it did. He knew that she had said she was happy, knew that she was still seeing the redhead, but he couldn’t help but hope. He had tried and failed so many times to get over her.

Andy watched as they walked up the spiral staircase, fingers pinching his nostrils as he inhaled the last of the powder, his brow furrowing. She had changed since that night, had gone from enjoying partying and sleeping with him to spending fewer and fewer nights by his side. And he didn’t appreciate Josh moving in on his girl. They certainly had never said they were exclusive but he wanted her for his own regardless.

Juliet and Victoria spent most of that weekend in the study, working to book the boys a tour across London and the surrounding areas. It was proving more and more difficult with each venue they booked as each one had different rules about the surrounding bars. Some said that a band couldn’t perform anyway around them for 2 weeks either side of the date, some said a month, but after some careful planning, the girls managed to book them an eight-date tour that included six London venues, one in Hertfordshire and one in Essex. Victoria was particularly excited for the Essex one as it was at a venue on the seafront, and she knew that the boys would love it. They often spoke about how much they missed the waves, and while she was sure Southend wouldn’t match up, she could at least offer them some kind of saltwater.

They stormed through the tour without a hitch, and the girls fast became merch girls as well as managers, selling CDs and the t-shirts that Andy had sent out to be printed for the tour. It was a shock to all of them that they were selling considering the tour was so short and they weren’t that big, but by the time they were at their last show at Camden Underworld ,there were only 5 shirts left.

“Honestly it baffles me that these people want a shirt with our faces on it..” Danny shook his head looking genuinely confused, “I mean.. I get mine but you guys..” He grinned at them as they all laughed, Juliet kissing his cheek and his fingers squeezing at her waist. The two had been almost inseparable since they had become official, and Juliet often told Victoria that this was the happiest she had ever been. They had kept their relationship so quiet over the previous two months than no one had even known they were official until the gig by the sea where Danny had let it slip, and they were all happy for them. Victoria had never seen such an example of soulmates in her life.

The girls remained at the merch table for the rest of the gig, listening to the boys rather than watching them as the crowds got bigger and bigger. The set was incredible as always, and Red had made its way onto the set list as a permanent fixture, something Victoria was particularly proud of as it saw Josh get more and more confident each time he sang it.

For half an hour after the band left the stage, the girls were selling CDs, the shirts completely selling out and Victoria wished she hadn’t taken one for herself to wear with the disappointment that washed over the fangirls faces.

Josh and Danny made their way over to the merch table when they had finished packing up their stuff, grinning from ear to ear and adrenaline so prominent in their veins that Danny grabbed Juliet and spun her around, Josh hugging Victoria tight and she swallowed thickly when they pulled away. His hands remained around her waist for a beat too long, their eyes dancing from each other’s eyes to lips until she broke the silence, “Red gets better each time you perform it yno..” she spoke, and a warm smile washed across his features before Danny’s cough forced them back from each other.

It was clear to both Danny and Juliet what was happening, but Danny was also aware that Victoria was technically still with Andy. As much as he tried to stay out of it, he also wanted to ensure as little drama as possible. Considering he had Andy as a friend that was no mean feat.

“Uh.. thanks..” Josh smiled again, clearing his throat, “Want a drink? Whiskey and coke right?” He barely gave her time to answer before he was walking off in the direction of the bar. She followed him with her eyes for a moment, and then looked at Danny and Juliet who were smirking at her with raised eyebrows.

“Oh shut up” she whispered, “where is Andy anyway?”

“Still in the green room I think, some chick said she wanted to talk to him about his bass,” Danny answered, and Victoria nodded, walking in the direction of the green room, which was effectively a storage space with a couch for the bands to sit on should they decide they want a break from the crowds. As a general rule, no one spent any time in there, but Andy was arrogant enough to use it if he had an opportunity to.

She showed her AAA stamp to the bouncer who looked like he couldn’t care less and walked past him into the corridor which held only the door to the stage and the green room. And her stomach fell when she heard moans. Andy was an asshole. He was arrogant and self-obsessed and they had never said they were exclusive but surely he wouldn’t…

Her fears were confirmed when she opened the door and saw him sitting on the couch with his pants below his knees, a girl riding him and running her fingers through red hair that she had been gripping only the previous evening. Sure she had these strange feelings for Josh, but she had never thought that Andy would do this to her. She had never thought that she meant so little to him that he would fuck some random girl at a show.

All of a sudden she felt like she was going to throw up, dizzy and like her legs couldn’t carry her all at once, and Andy glanced over the girl's shoulder to see Victoria standing there with an expression that said she was both devastated and furious.

He picked up the girl and threw her on the sofa, pulling up his pants and walking over to her.

“Babe.. don’t get mad..” Andy started, but tears had already started forming in her eyes. How dare he hurt her like this? She had changed so much for him, had taken so many drugs because he wanted to party and he couldn’t even tell her when he wanted to fuck someone else. “It’s not what it looks like..”

Victoria clenched her jaw and before she could stop herself, slapped him so hard across the face that his entire head turned with the force of the blow.

“Don’t you dare fucking stand there and say that to me, you whore.” She hissed, wishing more than anything that tears hadn’t started falling down her face. Emotion always overtook her in that way no matter what she was feeling.

“It’s not— she’s a radio DJ!” Andy gestured to the girl who was sitting there waiting for his return, not even looking a little bit sorry that the kind of girlfriend of the guy she had been fucking had just caught them.

“I don’t care if she’s fucking Debbie Harry, you piece of shit, we were supposed to… we were something!” She shouted in his face, and he moved to hold her but she couldn’t even bring herself to let him touch her. “Stay the fuck away from me..”

She turned on her heel and stormed out, wiping tears from her eyes and walking back to the merch table where the others were. She picked up her bag and didn’t even give an explanation to her friends before she ran out of the door and ordered a cab to get her home.

How was she supposed to carry on now? She lived in his house, worked with him on their record label. They had come too far to give up now but there was nothing more she wanted than to run away from all of this. Would he even let her stay in the house when she wasn’t fucking him? She hadn’t thought him someone to be like that before but she also hadn’t thought him someone to sleep with someone else.

When she got home, she went to the reception room and pulled a bottle of red wine from the wrack, pulling out a glass from the cupboard and pouring the wine almost up to the rim. She was fully crying now that there was no one to see her, and while she was glad of the fact she wished she had told them where she was going so that she didn’t have to explain what had happened. Andy sure as hell wasn't going to be man enough to tell them.

She was halfway through the largest glass of wine she had ever drunk when she heard the front door, and she wiped her tears, standing and pulling herself together as she readied herself to fight with the man she was supposed to be with when he didn’t even seem to think he had done anything wrong.

“I’m up here” she shouted, trying to push away the image his face in complete ecstasy as the girl rode him and frosting her feelings over in an attempt not to cry more “don't you fucking hide from me.”

And then she saw those beautiful blue eyes and felt like she could feel again, “it’s me V..”

Josh trod carefully up the stairs, knowing that Victoria was going to be volatile. He had seen her run off and had gone to see why when he had found the girl sitting on top of his friend, seeming like it hadn’t even broken Andy's stride to cheat on one of the best women he had ever met.

He watched her face change as she saw it wasn’t Andy, and while he was happy she wasn’t looking at him with that look of pure hatred, the sadness that took over from it was far worse.

“J…” she whispered, arms immediately wrapping around his neck and he held her close by the waist. She buried her face into his neck, inhaling the smell of aftershave and the smoke on his skin, and let herself cry.

“Babe…” he whispered, running a hand over her hair softly, “come on, he’s not worth all this..”

She sobbed into him and he gave her a squeeze before pulling back softly, “come on darlin’, let’s go upstairs.”

He pulled a glass from the cupboard and grabbed the half-empty wine bottle as she took her own glass, and walked up the spiral staircase to find her sitting on the couch on the terrace. He moved next to her and wrapped his arms around her as she cried it out, one hand running up and down her back as he poured himself some of the wine with the other.

“Do you know what happened?” She spoke, pulling back from him and wiping her eyes. The blonde nodded, his brow furrowing in a mixture of anger and confusion.

“He didn’t even come after me..” she shook her head and grabbed her glass, taking a generous gulp and sitting cross-legged facing Josh, wishing more than anything that they had kissed when they had been up here trying to French inhale together. It would have saved so much heartache, so much confusion. Andy had been pure unadulterated lust, and that was the exact reason it had ended this way.

Josh let out a sigh and shook his head, pulling a cigarette from the packet he had taken from his jean pocket and handing it to her, lighting it with his zippo.

“He’s an asshole, V” Josh shook his head and sparked up a cigarette himself, “he doesn’t care about anyone’s feelings but his own, he’s always been that way, especially with women.”

She took a long drag on the cigarette he had given her and then another sip of her wine before she placed the glass back on the table.

“I think I knew that, but it still hurts so much… I… we were never exclusive but to see him having sex with someone when I was at the show…” she shook her head and took another drag of the cigarette, “and his first words were, ‘babe, don’t be mad’” Josh couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her impression of Andy, the American accent flowing from her lips seeming so unnatural but so on point.

“He asked you not to be mad?” Josh took a drag of his own cigarette and shook his head, “unbelievable”

“Yeah, she’s a radio DJ apparently so it’s okay that he’s letting her fuck him in the green room,” she shook her head and picked up her glass once more, taking another drink and starting to feel it more and more. She finished her cigarette and moved closer to Josh, wrapping her arms around one of his and resting her head on his shoulder, tears still falling.

“It’s not that I loved him or anything, I didn’t even like him that much, it’s just the betrayal y’no? I didn’t expect him to disrespect me like that. It made me feel like I’ve been worth nothing this whole time” She sniffed, and Josh moved to push her face up by her chin with his index finger.

“Hey..” he ran his thumbs under her eyes as he cupped her face, “you’re worth everything. He’s an asshole for even looking at anyone but you” he gulped as he looked into her eyes, his thumbs running along her cheeks for a beat too long before he pulled his hands away and cleared his throat.

“Listen… My mom taught me that no matter what happens, no matter how much everything changes, the sun always rises every day. It has done your whole life, it rose even on your toughest day, and the day after and it did this morning. No matter what happens, the sun will always rise and time will always heal.” He took the last drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out, “you might feel shit now but it will get better, I promise…”

She smiled and bit her lip, resting her forehead on his in her drunken stupor. His hand moved to rest on her jaw, rubbing her cheek again as he gazed at her, their lips so close that he trembled. God, she was so beautiful, she was so perfect and had been treated so badly and he wanted to make her feel better but he knew that this wasn’t the time. So instead of pressing his lips to her own as he so desperately wanted, he moved to kiss her forehead softly, pulling her into a hug.

“Thank you..” she whispered as she nuzzled her face into his neck once more, “you’re amazing J…”

The nickname fell from her lips and she wished more than anything that this situation was different, that they hadn’t ended up here with her heart and pride being crushed so that she could taste those gorgeous lips that danced so dangerously close to hers.

“Just want you to be happy...” he whispered, a hand moving around her waist and as he kissed the top of her head, she felt her heart flutter like it never had done.

Perhaps Andy sleeping with someone else had been a blessing in disguise.

Danny and Juliet had come home only an hour or so after Josh, and Juliet couldn’t help but smile as she saw her friend curled up on the terrace couch with the blonde. She had known without Victoria telling her that she had feelings for Josh, and although Andy was an asshole, whatever he had done, she was glad it had given them a push.

The morning was the most painful part for Victoria. She climbed out of bed and had a bath to prepare herself, pulling on a shirt and jeans and wandering up to the kitchen. She had thought she would be okay after Josh had made her feel so much better, but seeing Andy making breakfast as if nothing had happened made her chest hurt.

“Morning babe,” he spoke, and the smile on his face made her wish that she never had to see it again, “I made you breakfast.. pancakes and bacon California style.” He flashed a grin at her and she swallowed thickly, squaring her jaw and walking to the coffee machine. She waited patiently for the coffee to brew and flinched as he touched her arm and tried to pull her toward him.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” She hissed, picking up the mug of coffee and adding creamer before she sat on the couch, flicking on the TV and pretending that Andy didn’t exist.

“Oh babe come on..” he spoke from the kitchen, pulling out cutlery and taking the plate over to her, setting it on the coffee table. When she wouldn’t look at him, he moved around the table and knelt in front of her, hands moving to grip her thighs, “let me make it up to you..” he whispered, thumbs slipping between her legs and running along her denim covered panties.

“Andy I swear to God if you don’t move I’m going to throw this hot coffee all over you. Leave me alone.” She spoke, looking directly into this gorgeous brown eyes and wishing more than anything she hadn’t seen him fucking someone else. She didn’t want them to last longer, but the pain that would come each time she saw him now was something that could have been easily avoided.

“Vic come on..” he spoke, his face falling as if he’d just realised that she might actually be serious, “I was just trying to get us on the radio, you can’t be mad…”

He sat back on his ankles, his hands still on her knees and she let her eyes avert back to the screen.

“Come on babe it’s good for all of us..” she snapped then, a foot moving to press against his shoulder and kick him back and away from her.

“I said leave me alone, for fuck's sake at least give me that!” She almost shouted, and he looked genuinely shocked as she stood and threw the coffee into the sink, making her way downstairs and knocking on Danny’s door, smiling when her friend answered.

“Wanna go for coffee?”

#wildfire records #Lauren writes #bc i couldn't wait #and i love kryss

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