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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 | bradley bradshaw

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x f!reader 5,207 words warnings: smutttt, oops unprotected sex summary: you were the most beautiful girl bradley had ever laid eyes on. and he was going to prove he was worth your while. he was gonna make sure you took his picture.

Bradley and the rest of his squad erupted into applause and laughter as Penny rang the bell, indicating some poor old fuck had left their phone on the counter again. “Right, well I…” Bradley began, handing his pool stick to Nat, “…am gonna go get a drink on the newbie. Rounds, anyone?”

He counted the amount of hands raised before making his way over to the bar, resting his elbows on the counter and leaning into it as Penny approached. “Make that five more on the newcomer,” Bradley said, holding up five fingers and beaming at a middle-aged man on the other side who scowled in response. Penny snickered, “coming right up, Roost.”

Bradley tapped his fingers against the top of the counter to the beat of the Kenny Loggins song blasting through the speakers, the lyrics muffled, drowning under laughter and unnecessarily loud conversations. The Hard Deck was packed tonight— there were groups of people everywhere, leaving little space to roam around.

He snorted to himself at the thought of the poor bastard who had to buy the whole joint rounds tonight.

As Penny placed two out of the five beers in front of Bradley, he let his eyes wander to the entrance where a figure had just emerged, the door swinging shut behind them. It was a woman— running her fingers through the hair atop of her head as she slithered her way through the crowd. Just as Bradley was about to look away, he felt his heart stutter in his chest, darting his gaze back to the silhouette in a double take.

She was wearing a tight, slate gray Fleetwood Mac shirt tucked into little jean shorts, a camera bobbing up and down against her hip, held there by a black strap around her shoulder. Bradley felt his eyes watering as he stared, almost forgetting to blink as he watched her push her way towards the bar and…

…oh. She was coming his way, and that was when it occurred to him that the last open space at the bar was right beside him.

She was making her way around the bar, and Bradley couldn’t pry his eyes away from her hips as they swayed with every step she made, weaving her way past Coyote and Hangman where they stood beside the pool table. Bradley could already feel his blood boiling when Jake did a double take, eyeing her up and down as she passed.

He was hopeless— but now he knew for certain that he had to talk to her tonight.

When she finally stepped up to the seat beside him at the bar, he could smell lavender— was that her perfume? She turned to spare him a glance, the corners of her lips curving into a friendly smile as Penny set the last three beers down in front of him. She grinned over to the new girl, holding up a finger. “Just one second,” she said. “The group over there have been staring me down like hawks.”

The girl beside him laughed and brushed her hair behind her ear, shaking her head. “It’s no problem,” she replied, waving her off, and Bradley turned to look at her again once Penny had turned away. His gaze ventured down to her hip where her camera hung, and he cleared his throat, nursing his own bottle of beer to his chest.

“You take pictures?” His words tumbled out of him, and he mentally cursed at himself. Not even a hello, Rooster?

She turned to look at him, and Bradley felt his skin grow warm at the way she eyed him up and down, her lips curved into a crescent. “Only things I feel like are worth remembering,” she replied, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth as their irises surged into one another, and Bradley felt his jeans tighten just a little more at her words. He brought the rim of his bottle to his lips, taking a small sip of beer.

He nodded and hummed around the glass, setting the bottle back down on the counter before turning to face her, leaning a single elbow on the bar for support. “Hm. So what are things you feel are worth remembering?” He asked, and she tilted her chin towards the ceiling, sighing as she rested a fist on her hip.

“Let’s see…” she began, pausing to think. “The sunset over the ocean, rainy days, the little ducks that always find their way in my yard…”

Bradley furrowed his eyebrows at this, and she glanced over at him, a wrinkle in her own brow. “You’re judging me,” she said, and the corners of his mouth twitched, raising his bottle to his lips to hide the fact that he was smiling. He shook his head as he took another mouthful of beer, and she narrowed her eyes. “No, you’re totally making fun of me.”

Bradley couldn’t suppress his chuckle any longer and he placed his bottle back down on the counter, shaking his head again. “No, no, I’m not making fun of you,” he replied. “But ducks? Come on, what about things like… I don’t know…”

He contemplated his words as they rested on the tip of his tongue, and when his gaze met hers again, he felt like he was burning. He felt like he was alive, more alive than he’d felt in a very long time. For years, Bradley only worked, worked, worked. Ever since his mom died, it’s been all he’s ever known.

But now, looking at her, he wanted to get to know her. He wanted whatever she could offer him, and he hoped she’d come to want whatever it was he could give her, too.

It was crazy, totally and completely insane, but the second he laid his eyes on this ridiculously beautiful girl beside him, he felt like he was being given another chance. He just had to take it.

“…guys at bars wearing Levi’s and Hawaiian button-ups?”

He watched as her eyes ventured down his body again, and he saw the moment her lips began to curve into a smile before she dropped her head, her hand slithering behind her neck. His chest heaved with a laugh when she giggled, shrugging her shoulders.

“I don’t know,” she replied, gazing back up at him with those ridiculously beautiful eyes. “Are you worth my while?”

Oh. He could feel those words straight through his jeans, and he suddenly had the urge to take her hand and lead her to the bathroom to take care of it. Instead, he grinned at her behind his beer just as Penny started to make her way back over.

He was definitely going to make sure she remembered him.

“Oh, I’m sure of it,” he replied, leaning in closer. “Can I buy you a drink? Or…” he gestured with his head over to the man across the bar. “…let me get you one on the poor bastard buying rounds for everyone tonight?”

She tried to bite back her grin as he ordered a round for her, watching as the bartender grabbed another bottle of whatever beer he was drinking, sliding it over to where she sat. She wrapped her hands around the bottle and glanced over to the man beside her, who was raising his own bottle towards her. She couldn’t hold her smile any longer as they joined the glasses together in cheers.

“Jesus Bradshaw, you gonna make us wait all night?”

They both turned towards the pool tables where Nat and the others were staring, eyes narrowed in glares. At the realization that Bradley was with a girl though, the corner of Phoenix’s lips curled into a small smirk as she made her way over to the bar, grabbing the other four beers in front of Bradley.

“It’s your go, Roost,” she said, grinning at the girl beside him. “Clear shot with the 8.” Bradley winked at her over the top of his bottle as he pushed away from the bar, gesturing with his head over to the pool table. “Alright, get your camera ready,” he tittered, grabbing a pool stick from Bob.

She watched as he circled around the table, eyeing the 8 ball in the middle, squeezing a single lid shut as he leaned down to eye the cue ball. She watched the pool stick as the end slid between his middle and forefinger, and after a few practice motions, he thrusted the end into the cue ball, knocking it into the 8. She watched the black ball as it rolled down the green baize and into one of the pockets, and he threw his hands into the air in victory, turning to face her.

“You gonna take a picture of the best 8 ball player there is?”

The corners of her mouth twitched and she shrugged, “I don’t know. I mean, it wasn’t that impressive.”

Nat tried to hide her laugh with a cough, the others snickering behind their beer while Bradley’s face fell, narrowing his eyes. “Not that impressive?” He scoffed, and she shrugged again. “Right. So you’re not gonna make this easy, are you?”

She laughed as he sauntered back over to the bar, taking back his place beside her. “I never said I was easy,” she replied, a glimmer in her eyes. Bradley leaned in, “you gonna make me work for it?”

She leaned in too, her arm brushing against his, his skin seared in her touch’s wake. “If you’re up for the challenge.”

Bradley’s gaze flickered down to her lips, and he contemplated giving everything up and just kissing her right then and there. But then his gaze ventured lower to the slate gray t-shirt she was wearing, the cogs in his brain beginning to turn.

He was going to make her remember him. He was going to get his picture taken.

“You like Fleetwood Mac?” He asked, grabbing his beer and gesturing for her to follow him, to which she obliged, pushing away from the bar. She glanced down to her t-shirt as they circled around the bar, cocking an eyebrow towards her hairline. “Yeah?” She replied, watching as he made his way to the far wall, bending down towards an outlet and yanking the black cords away, much to the whole place’s dismay when the music came to an abrupt stop.

Angry shouting permeated the bar as Bradley placed his beer on the top of the piano she stood next to, cracking his knuckles and rolling his neck along with his shoulders. “Well, I’m afraid I don’t know how to play any Fleetwood on the keys,” he snickered, tilting his head back and eyeing her through his aviators.

She felt warmth pool between her legs when he swiped his tongue between his lips, and she shifted in her place.

“But I can play a mean Great Balls of Fire.”

Dramatically bobbing his head around, he played the first set of keys, looking her straight in the eyes as he began to sing. “You shake my nerves and rattle my brain,” he began, and she crossed an arm over her chest, using it to support her other elbow as she brought a hand to her lips, veiling her smile behind her digits. “Too much love drives a man insane.”

The others— his friends, she guessed— joined him at his side, laughing behind their beer bottles. But his eyes were set on her, and he even nodded down to the camera at her hip. “You broke my will,” he paused to play the following keys, “but what a thrill.”

His friends joined in as he sang the main line, “goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” and the crowd erupted into cheers and laughter as he dragged his fingers down the keyboard. She bit her nails to suppress the laughter bubbling in her chest as he continued to sing, and she could make out a cocked eyebrow behind his glasses.

He sure as hell was working his ass off for that picture.

“Kiss me baby,” he sang, rising from his seat, his fingers still on the keyboard. She approached the back of the piano as he leaned over, their faces so close now she could practically taste the beer on his breath. She smiled when he threw his head back as he sang, “ooh, that feels good, baby.”

He was glowing as he sang, fervently playing each key of the song. She felt like she was being drawn into him, almost as if he were magnetic and she was metal. He threw his hands down on the keyboard and leaned in closer until she could feel the hairs of his mustache prickling her skin, his lips a phantom over hers while he sang, “I wanna love you like a lover should.”

He pulled away to play the next keys before he was right back in front of her face, “you’re fine,” he chanted, “you’re so kind.” He tossed his head back again and when he came back, their lips brushed, and she could feel her skin burn when he sang, “I’ma tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!”

Bradley fell back down onto his seat, moving his body to the beat as he continued to sing the song. He watched as she giggled, a flush on her cheeks as she reached down to her hip, her fingers clutching the black object at her hip.

And here it was, the moment Bradley’s been waiting for.

“Come on, baby, you’re driving me crazy,” he sang as she turned her camera on, bringing it up to her face. He watched as her forefinger rested on the button on the top, and right as he sang the chorus again, “goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” he could see her finger press down onto the button.

Bradley was ecstatic, his heart beating harder than it ever had before as he practically shouted the rest of the song, slamming his fingers down onto the last notes of the sound as the crowd hooted and hollered, erupting into applause. But none of that mattered, not when the most perfect girl he’d ever come across thought he was worth remembering.

He grabbed his beer bottle from the top of the piano as he circled around it, practically stumbling into her body, only partially because Nat and the others were crowding around him.

“So?” He raised his voice to be heard over the sea of people around them. “Was that not the best rendition of Great Balls of Fire you’ve ever heard or what?”

She laughed and dropped her head, suddenly aware of how close his body was. And now she was suddenly aware of the ache between her legs, realizing how much she wanted him. And when she gazed back up at him, she knew he was thinking of the exact same thing.

“It was definitely something to remember,” she replied with a giggle. She rolled onto the tips of her toes, curling her forefingers around the belt loops of his Levi’s before tugging him even closer, her breath a whisper on his skin. “I, for one, thought the singer looked ridiculously sexy playing the piano.”

Bradley could feel his breath as it hitched at the base of his throat, her words piercing right through the denim of his jeans and to his cock. With his hand not holding his beer bottle, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer until her hips surged into his, and the way her gaze moved down to his lips did not go unnoticed.

He was fucked.

“Yeah?” He murmured, to which she nodded, feeling her own breath wavering, suddenly having the biggest urge to kiss his beer-stained lips, to have his body even closer. “Yeah,” she replied in hardly a whisper before his lips were on hers, his mustache deliciously prickling her skin as she wrapped her arms around his neck, barely holding onto her own bottle of beer at this point.

It was by far one of the craziest things she’d ever done— making out with a man she met half an hour ago in a cramped beachside bar. But when his hand slithered to the small of her back and drew her closer into his body, she never thought anything had felt more right.

Bradley pulled away, bringing the rim of his bottle to his lips to down the rest of his beer before reaching behind her to set it down on the nearest table. With her hand gripped in his, he led her through the sea of tipsy people, weaving their way between swaying bodies. He could see the restrooms up ahead, but there were so many people in his way, too enraptured in their conversations to see that he clearly needed to get through.

He pressed his lips together in a grimace, squeezing her hand before turning to face her, pressing his hips back into hers to be heard over the speakers somebody had plugged back into the wall. “What if we took this out to the parking lot?” He muttered close to her ear, and she blinked up at him, a smile tugging at her lips.

“You’re not going to beat me up, are you?” She asked teasingly, pinching her bottom lip with her teeth as she eyed the hair just above his mouth when the corner curved into a smirk. “Not in the way you’re thinking, at least.”

She could feel the heat as it crept up her neck and to her cheeks while Bradley guided her through the crowd and towards the exit. She felt like she was floating, like she was walking on a cloud as the man in front of her pushed the door open, holding it until she had passed through before letting it slam shut behind them. She watched as he fumbled around in his Levi’s pocket, fishing out his keys all whilst leading her toward an old blue Ford Bronco.

Bradley was buzzing, just itching to get his hands on this seemingly perfect woman he had on his arm, practically tearing open the back seat to his Bronco and helping her up into it. She laughed as she leaned into the far car door, watching as he climbed in himself, crawling all the way up her body until his face was mere inches away from hers. He grabbed the strap of her camera and pulled it down her arm, reaching over to place it in the passenger’s seat.

“Gotta say, this was not how I expected my night to end,” she tittered, reaching up to once again curl her fingers into his belt loops. His mustache grazed the skin just below her nose, once again tasting the bitterness of beer on his breath as it lingered over her flesh. His eyes were a deep, velvety golden brown and she was basking in them as if they were warm, soft bed sheets. They were devouring her, and if he hadn’t been between them, she’d be squeezing her thighs together to ease the tension at her center.

“Me neither,” his voice was lower than before, raspier. And she moaned. She literally moaned at the sound of his voice, and she used the belt loops of his jeans as leverage so that she could grind her hips up into his. “But fuck, am I the luckiest bastard in the whole world tonight or what?”

She grinned as she tugged him down to her lips, her mouth crashing into his. She was sweating, and he was practically already melting into her like candle wax, and his lips, they were soft as well as their movements were rough. The shorts hairs of mustache pricked her skin in a delectable way, and she removed her fingers from his belt loops to instead weave them through the umber locks of his hair, whimpering against his mouth as she gave his roots a firm tug.

It wasn’t long before he was shouldering off his cream-colored Hawaiian button up, pulling away to slip the white tank top underneath up and over his head. His lips were surging back into hers as he worked the buttons of her little jean shorts, trailing his kisses down her jaw, to her neck, all the way to her collarbone as he dragged the denim down her legs. He pushed the slate gray Fleetwood Mac shirt up until it bunched just below her bra, his lips venturing down her stomach and past her belly button as he pulled the shorts away from her ankles.

She was a whining, moaning mess, her back arching up off of the tan leather seats as he pulled her shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floorboards. His hands were warm and big as they cupped her breasts over the lace of her bra, kneading her flesh as he placed kisses on her chest, sucking dark marks into her skin. She was panting now, and she swore she could feel a bead of sweat drip down the side of her face.

“Shit!” she gasped when he reached around to unclasp her bra, practically tearing it from her shoulders and tossing it into the empty front passenger’s seat. He was like a man starved when he pounced, groaning against her flesh when he gathered an erect nipple in his mouth, gazing up at her through hooded lids as he sucked.

She pinched her bottom lip with her teeth and squeezed her eyelids closed when he released her flesh with a wet pop, trailing sloppy, wet kisses in the valley of her breasts to tend to the other. She writhed beneath him, and she could feel herself throbbing for more.

“Please,” she mewled when he pulled away from her nipple, his chin wet with spit and his irises a deeper shade of brown, and she swore she could see the moment his pupils expanded when he gazed down at her. His fingers began to fumble with the buckle of his belt, and her chest heaved when she inhaled a shaky breath, humming in anticipation.

“Want more, baby?” He asked, to which she nodded her head up and down vigorously, her lips parting in a gasp as she let her gaze linger on his chest, the toned, tanned skin of his stomach. She didn’t think she could get anymore lucky— being underneath the most perfect and gorgeous guy she’d ever laid eyes on.

She felt the sudden need to pinch herself to make certain this wasn’t just a dream.

He tossed his belt into the front seat, tearing the button up and his zipper down, and she watched as he peeled the denim from his legs and…

…oh. He was pulling his boxers down at the same time and she felt as if she could foam at the mouth at the sight of his cock as it sprang free. It came to no surprise that he was big, but now that she was actually looking at it— the way the pink tip glistened with pre-cum, and he was so hard, the veins were bulging from his flesh. She was throbbing now more than ever, and she was quick to hook her fingers under the hem of her own panties, ridding herself of the last article of clothing on her body.

And when Bradley looked down, he groaned. She was so wet, he could see her slick as it oozed from her, sliding down her slit and creating a pool on the leather seat. He wrapped his hand around his girth and gave himself a few pumps while he shimmied his way down the seat until he was eye-level with her pussy.

“So goddamn wet,” he muttered, and she could feel his breath on her clit, she could feel the rasp in his voice pulse through her. “All this just for me?” He asked in a low murmur as he pressed wet kisses to the inside of her thighs, dangerously close to her heat. She bit down onto her lip and hummed, nodding her head in reply.

“Mhm,” she gasped when he kissed just above her clit. “Oh fuck, please!”

She was grasping his hair again, tugging hard at his scalp. But if it bothered him— which it didn’t— he didn’t make a show of it.

“‘Please?’” He repeated, eyeing her through heavy lids, the hairs of his mustache grazing against her clit making her go feral. “Please, just touch me already!” She whined, bucking her hips against his face, and his lips were a crescent against her pearl as he drew her into his mouth and sucked and oh, she thought she could come right then and there.

Her lips fell agape as he flicked his tongue up and down her aching bud, bowing his head so the tip of his nose was against her clit whilst he mouthed at her entrance. His tongue pried her open and she shrieked, arching her back and curling her toes and tugging harder on his hair. Her vision began to blur as she stared up at the ceiling of the Bronco, and when he managed to work his warm muscle all the way into her cunt, she squeezed her eyelids closed.

She was in utter bliss, never had sex felt this good, and they were just getting started. She’d never had anyone go down on her before, and now that she knew what it was like, she simply couldn’t get enough. The man between her legs was too good, his lips and his tongue and his mustache too fucking good.

She really needed to get his number after this.

But now she was close. Oh, she was so dangerously close to her orgasm, she could already see white. She panted and peeled her eyelids open, looking down at him to see he was already staring up at her. He rubbed the bridge of his nose against her clit as he lapped at her entrance and her vision blurred with the haze of tears.

“Oh, baby,” she cried, “I’m so close. I’m so fucking cl��“

She was stopped mid-sentence by her moan, and she ground her hips into his face and she could feel her climax as it just started to begin and—

—then it was all gone.

She could no longer feel him between her thighs, and her eyelids shot open, watching as he hovered over her, his lips glistening with her juices, droplets of nectar littering his mustache. She furrowed her eyebrows as the corner of his lips tugged into a smirk and he leaned down to press them to hers, her own taste coating her tongue.

“Why’d you stop?” She whimpered when he pulled away, and he ran the pad of his thumb over her bud with one hand, wrapping his other around his cock with the other and giving it a few tugs. “Didn’t think I’d let you come yet, did you?” He sneered, and her bottom lip jutted out into a pout. He chuckled as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips, and he lingered even after he pulled away.

She was losing herself in the soils of his irises, and she almost didn’t register what he said at first.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you in no time, darling.”

She watched as he leaned away, still maintaining eye contact as he gripped her hip with one hand, guiding the head of his cock to her entrance with the other. She didn’t dare look away either, even when he pushed the tip in, even when the delicious stretch made her eyes well up with tears.

Moving slowly at first to give her time to adjust, he eased himself further into her until he was finally fully sheathed inside of her. He was so deep and she could feel every single inch of him, and she thought to herself that never had anyone reached the places inside of her he was reaching now. He was perfect, and they fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

She wanted to cry. She would forever be grateful that she decided to walk into that ridiculously crowded bar despite her initial apprehension due to how packed the parking lot was. She would forever be grateful that she walked over to the smoking hot guy at the bar and gave him a chance. She was grateful for the night, for the universe, for everything right now.

Eventually, he began to pick up his pace, the windows fogging up with every heavy breath, every thrust, every smack of skin against skin. Her legs were shaking, and as he leaned over to hover over her, one hand kneading the flesh at her hip and the other clutching the car door behind her, she grabbed at his arms, her nails etching crescent moons into his skin.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, fluttering his eyes closed and tossing his head back. “You’re so tight.”

She was squeezing him so well, he felt like he could hardly breathe. He slammed his hips harder into hers, feeling the coil at the pit of his stomach. He was so close to breaking, and he could feel she was too.

She could, in fact, feel the stretching of the rubber band at the pit of her stomach, and she was dangerously close to snapping. Tears streamed down the sides of her face as she whimpered and mewled incoherent nothings, just able to make out his silhouette in her watercolor eyes.

“I’m so… I’m gonna… oh fuck!” She mewled. “I’m gonna c… I’m gonna come!”

He nodded as he pounded her harder, faster. She was clenching around him as she began to break, her body quaking in the wake of her orgasm. Bradley removed his hand from the car door behind her and gripped her other hip, practically slamming himself repeatedly into her as hard as he could, no doubt making the Bronco shake.

“Oh fuck!” He growled as he felt himself about to snap, and he managed to pull himself out just in time to unload all over her stomach, spurts of white coating her skin. She was blinking repeatedly to clear her vision, staring up at the ceiling of the car as he collapsed into the door behind him, his chest heaving as he chased air back into his lungs.

After a few moments, she managed to push herself up with her elbows to lean back into the car door, facing him as he wiped the sweat from his brow. If she had any energy left in her body, she’d crawl into his lap and kiss him until the sun rose back up the horizon.

But instead, she nudged his knee with her foot.

“You never actually told me your name,” she panted, and he squeezed his eyelids shut, throwing his head back against the window and covering his eyes with his palm.

“I never did, did I?”

“Nope.”

She chuckled as he pushed away from the door and scooted closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to press a kiss to the crown of her head. “Bradley Bradshaw,” he murmured against his skin. “And if you’d give me your number, I’d love to get you to take my picture again sometime.”

a/n; finally my first bradley fic!! mf has been on my mind so much and i can’t believe ive put off writing for him so long— i know this isn’t tom riddle or harry potter related but i hope you guys still enjoy because i really wanna start writing for bradley and my other comfort characters 🥹

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A Comprehensive Buyer’s Guide to Pool Tables

Purchasing a pool table is a significant investment and can transform any space into a hub of excitement and competition. Whether you’re outfitting a game room or adding a stylish element to your living space, choosing the right pool table requires thoughtful consideration of several key factors.

Budget Considerations: The price of pool tables can range widely from a few hundred to several thousand dollars. Your budget is the starting point in determining which table is right for you. Entry-level tables, typically made from softer woods or MDF (Medium-Density Fiberboard), are suitable for casual play and younger players. On the other hand, high-end models are constructed from solid hardwoods and feature superior craftsmanship and durability, making them ideal for serious players or those seeking a long-term investment.

Size and Space: Before you buy a pool table, measure the intended room meticulously. A standard table is 8 feet long, but they can range from 7 to 9 feet. Ensure there’s ample space around the table for players to shoot comfortably — this usually means at least 5 feet of clearance on all sides. If space is tight, consider a smaller table or a convertible model that can also serve as a dining table.

Table Surface and Construction: Slate is the preferred surface for pool tables due to its smoothness and durability. A good-quality slate table will provide a consistent playfield and superior ball control. Non-slate tables, while more affordable, can warp over time and offer less precision. In terms of construction, look for a sturdy frame and legs that can support the heavy weight of the slate and withstand years of play.

Felt and Aesthetics: The felt or cloth covering the playing surface not only affects your game through its speed and friction but also contributes to the table’s overall aesthetics. Felt comes in various colors, and though green is traditional, choose a color that complements your room. Additionally, the style of the table should match your home’s decor — whether it's classic, modern, or something uniquely yours.

Accessories and Extras: Most pool tables come with a basic set of accessories, including balls, a triangle, cues, and chalk. However, you might want to consider additional accessories like a brush for felt maintenance, a cover to protect the table, or upgraded cues for a better playing experience.

In conclusion, buying a pool table involves balancing budget, space, and quality to find the perfect match for your needs and lifestyle. With the right preparation and knowledge, you can choose a table that not only fits your home but also enhances your enjoyment of the game for years to come.

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Virginia Pool Table Removal Service

If you need to move your Virginia pool table, you can trust Furniture Experts Movers to get the job done correctly. They will work in teams of two to take apart the table in one to two hours. It should take about the same amount of time to reassemble it. This service is guaranteed to be completely safe and secure.

Professional Virginia pool table removal service

Moving a pool table is a complicated job. It requires a professional with the necessary tools to disassemble and reassemble the table. Inexperienced movers are at risk of damaging the table. It is also very heavy and difficult to lift. A professional Virginia pool table removal service will know exactly how to move the heavy object.

Moving a pool table requires two people to get it from one location to another. The process can take anywhere from one to two hours. The pool table may also need to be disassembled, which can take a full day. A furniture expert should be able to disassemble and reassemble the pool table safely and securely.

A professional pool table removal service will have the right tools and experience to move your pool table safely and efficiently. The pool table can be expensive and can break easily. A professional will have the appropriate insurance policy to prevent you from having to pay out of pocket for any damages.

Pool table removal service in Virginia

Pool table removal can be a difficult task. These tables are not easily moved and require a team of experts to disassemble them, transport them, and reassemble them in their new home. It is also not a job for the inexperienced because you may damage your table if you do not know how to handle it properly.

The pool table removal process typically takes around one to two hours. The removal process requires two people to take apart the table, and it should take the same amount of time to reassemble it. To ensure safety, it is a good idea to hire professionals. Furniture Experts Movers in Virginia offers a pool table removal service that will move your pool table safely and securely.

If your pool table is in good shape, you may not need to buy a new one when moving. Professional movers specialize in pool table removal and can also take care of disassembling and reassembling it. They can also wrap individual pieces to protect them from damage while moving.

Furniture Experts Movers

Furniture Experts Movers is specialists in moving and relocating furniture, including pool tables. Pool tables need specialized knowledge, including assembly and disassembly. Furniture experts know how to pack and move these oversized objects, and can even provide felt and slate leveling.

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oitek · 8 months

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Top Three Tips to Choose an Ideal Pool Table and Air Hockey Combo

Are you seeking an ideal pool table and air hockey combo set for intense fun with your family on the weekends? Well, choosing the most appropriate gaming table can greatly augment the gaming experience. So, what are the things to keep in mind when finding this product?

This article will provide you with three easy tips for finding the most perfect air hockey and pool table combo set.

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Check the Size

Measure the available space in your game room before making a purchase. Also, ensure that you have adequate room to accommodate the table, including sufficient clearance around the table for players. Moreover, opting for the appropriate dimensions of combo sets guarantees a pleasant playing environment and mitigates the risk of overcrowding as well.

Quality of the Materials

Invest in a combo set that is fashioned from resilient materials. Seek out tables with strong legs, sturdy frames, and superior playing surfaces. A slate playing surface for the pool table ensures a seamless and uniform roll of the balls, while a formidable air blower system for the air hockey table ensures an equitable playing field. So, durable construction not only ensures longevity but also contributes to overall gaming performance.

Check the Versatility

Finally, choose a combo set that provides versatility and supplementary features. You will see certain sets are equipped with flip tops, enabling a seamless transition between pool and air hockey. So, it is advisable to seek out tables with adjustable attributes, like leg levelers and electronic scoring systems that will cater to players of diverse proficiency.

Conclusion

So, if you are looking for a trusted source to purchase this exciting gaming table combo, get in touch with Oitek Products. They are a renowned supplier of high-quality air hockey and pool table combos in Australia that come with unique features and durable construction. So, walk into their showroom now to explore their selection and buy one for you.

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jasonroye · 10 months

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The Perfect Break: Explore Our Range of Quality Pool Tables for Sale

Embark on a journey of leisure and competitive thrill as you delve into "The Perfect Break," our curated collection of quality pool tables now available for sale. At the heart of every great game of pool is the table itself, and we invite you to elevate your gaming experience with our exceptional range of meticulously crafted and expertly designed pool tables.

In the world of recreational spaces and entertainment hubs, the pool table stands as a timeless centerpiece, drawing friends and family together for moments of camaraderie and friendly competition. "The Perfect Break" isn't just a collection; it's an invitation to transform your space into a haven of entertainment and style.

Our range boasts a diverse selection of pool tables, each one a testament to craftsmanship and attention to detail. Whether you're a seasoned pool enthusiast or a casual player, we have options that cater to every skill level and aesthetic preference. From sleek, modern designs that seamlessly integrate into contemporary interiors to classic styles that evoke a sense of nostalgia, our collection ensures that you find the perfect pool table to complement your space.

Quality is paramount in our selection process. Each pool table in "The Perfect Break" collection is constructed with precision and durability in mind. Sturdy frames, premium slate playing surfaces, and expertly crafted pockets ensure not only a visually stunning piece but also a reliable and long-lasting investment. We understand that a pool table is more than just a game; it's an investment in the enjoyment and gathering of loved ones.

Beyond the aesthetics and build, our pool tables for sale are designed for versatility. Adjustable features, innovative ball return systems, and customizable felt options provide a personalized touch to your gaming experience. Whether you're hosting a casual game night or participating in a more serious tournament, our pool tables are adaptable to your needs.

"The Perfect Break" isn't just about selling pool tables; it's about enhancing your lifestyle, creating moments of joy, and fostering connections through the shared love of the game. As you explore our range, envision the joyous occasions, the friendly banter, and the satisfying clack of balls meeting pockets. With our pool tables for sale, you're not just buying a piece of furniture; you're investing in a source of endless entertainment and memories waiting to be made.

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Wholesale pool table supplies

Buying Guide for italian slate pool table price and Pool table wholesale suppliers. When looking to buy a pool table, there are a number of factors to consider, including size, material, playing surface, and price. Here are some important things to keep in mind when shopping for a Wholesale pool table supplies and pool table in Faridabad. https://argmac.com/pages/italian-slate-pool-table

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daviddwarner · 2 years

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5 Things to Do Before Buying Billiards Tables

Nothing draws neighbors and families like a game room with a real pool table. However, pool tables are an expensive investment that takes up a lot of room and is expensive. Make sure the table you choose will fit well in your recreation space. However, the table should be an extension of your house, contrary to what pool professionals advise.

If you choose the appropriate one, billiards tables can significantly improve your home's beauty and serve as a hub for fun family activities. Here are five things to do before deciding to buy billiards tables.

What You Need to Know When Buying Billiards Table

Measure Your Room

Never purchase a billiards table without properly estimating the space where it will be placed. These tables not only take up a lot of room on their own but so do the cues and the players. Spend time carefully measuring your playing area and noting the room's length and width.

Although some tables are smaller or larger, regulation-size tables are roughly 8 feet long by 4 feet broad. To allow for the movement of the cue stick, allow an additional 5 feet on each side of the table. To avoid punching holes in the wall, an 8 feet by 4 feet table requires a playing space that is 18 feet by 14 feet.

Know What to Look for In a Pool Table

What degree of expertise do you want the billiards tables to support? Do you want professional-level play, or are you just having fun with the kids?

In general, smaller tables are simpler to play on, which makes for enjoyable family time, while regulation-sized tables support a wider range of game kinds. Though opinions may differ, sturdy wood frames, slate playing surfaces, and rubber cushions are typically ideal for competitive play.

And finally, think about aesthetics. Pool tables range from basic to beautiful, so keep that in mind when purchasing.

Talk to a Billiards Table Professional

Since billiards tables are highly specialized, spend some time talking with a qualified salesperson about its finer construction details. Pool tables are sold in sporting and department stores, but it's rare that you'll find a professional there.

Visit a store that specializes in providing recreation rooms, such as a hobby or leisure store. Play at various tables while you're there, inspect carefully, and ask lots of questions.

Consider the Installation

Pool tables can weigh anything from 750 to 1,000 pounds, sometimes even more. If your budget allows, think about hiring a local pro to assemble the pool table and local movers to transport the parts to the appropriate space. A pool table typically costs $550 to relocate.

You'll want to ensure you do it well because billiard tables can be tricky to put together, and improper construction can lead to shaky legs, a weak frame, and a bad gameplay experience overall.

Finalize Your Budget

The price of a pool table can vary significantly based on the materials, size, and decorative elements. Budget in advance when you bring home a pool table.

Budget tables cost between $500 and $1,000, which is not particularly pricey. These tables are an excellent option for some families, particularly those who may not play regularly.

Costs for medium-quality pool tables range from $4000 to $8000. These fully functional tables are a terrific fit for any serious game area because they are made of solid and long-lasting materials.

Conclusion

With many years of experience, Venture Games can easily guide you in finding your ideal billiards tables thanks to their vast understanding of everything related to home entertainment.

We have everything you require, whether you're looking to purchase a pool table or shuffleboard table. Visit our website to explore our latest table collections.

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liamcooper215 · 2 years

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Can You Move A Pool Table Without Professionals?

Moving a pool table is not something to be taken lightly. If you're not careful, you could damage your pool table or yourself while moving it. It's a job that requires the right tools and equipment. The heavy slate top, the heavy cast legs, the frame, the awkward placement of the pockets — it all adds up to a job that's best left to professionals. However, if you absolutely must move your pool table on your own, here are some tips:

Assess The Room

Before you start moving things around, take some time to assess how big your pool table is and where it will fit in its new home. If there's not enough clearance for the tabletop, or if there are obstructions like doors or walls that will make lining up the table difficult, consider hiring movers. But if this is just a temporary move until you find a permanent location for your game room furniture, be sure that wherever you want your new table, it can accommodate its size.

Ask For Help

Pool tables are heavy and awkward to move around. Moving a large piece of furniture like this requires at least two people; one person should push while another pulls. Ask your friend or hire a professional for help when moving them, if possible. Don't try doing it alone, even though there aren't many people who actually have experience.

Disassemble The Pool Table

Start by disassembling the pool table. If you don't know how to disassemble a pool table, hire someone who does. You can always ask them to come back and put it together for you as well. Remove all the balls and place them in a box or bag so they don't get lost or damaged during transport. Lay out all of the pieces on a large, clean surface and make sure there are no missing parts.

Secure All Of The Pieces

Once your pool table is disassembled, you'll need to make sure that none of its pieces are loose. This includes securing any balls that may be resting on top of any pieces. Be sure that nothing is sticking out from underneath or behind the table when you begin moving it; otherwise, it could get caught on something and cause damage. Next, label each piece with its name so that you know exactly where it goes when you put your table back together again. This will save you time during assembly later on down the road when you don't have time for mistakes or confusion.

Take Your Time With Re-Assembling

Pool tables are large and heavy pieces of furniture and require plenty of space for re-assembly after they're moved. Do not rush this process; if you do so, there's a chance that you could damage something or cause yourself injury. Make sure that you have room in which to put your new pool table once you've moved it; otherwise, you may need professional assistance with re-assembling if there isn't enough space available for assembly on site.

Whether you’ve purchased a pool table on sale or bought a brand new one, moving it can be a daunting task that requires a lot of work. Hiring a professional is the safest way to go, as they’ve experience in handling big, heavy pieces of furniture and already possess the tools required for the job.

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thesportsreviews · 2 years

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How To Disassemble A Pool Table In 2023

Important safety tips before you disassemble and reassemble a pool table

Billiard tables are made in different sizes and different materials. A standard and popular quality pool table is a slate pool table made up of three pieces of slate. The pool table is very heavy. Such people want to know if disassembling a billiard table is difficult. The answer is that it can be tricky if you're not careful. Moving or disassembling a pool table is no joke and should be taken seriously. Safety is very important when disassembling equipment or furniture, and this is no exception.

Due to the size and weight of shale basins, they are actually twice as important. So the first thing we must do is defend ourselves. Before disassembling a slate pool table, you should remember that it depends on its size. They can weigh hundreds or thousands of pounds. A 7-foot billiard table weighs 700 pounds. An 8-foot table weighs 1000 pounds and a 9-foot billiard table weighs 1300 pounds. Disassembling and assembling by yourself is almost impossible, so you will need an assistant or someone to help you through the entire process.

Clearly, it is not a single person's job to lift slates and make them move safely after packaging and labeling. Protective equipment must also be worn with helpers. A billiard table requires a lot of disassembly, which is a very difficult task. We must wear safety glasses throughout the entire process.

We must also wear gloves and be careful. You must have patience and dedication. If you find it difficult for us or if you are unsure of the procedure, you should watch a video with a pool table or hire a professional to do the job for you. If you are disassembling the pool table yourself, be very careful when removing the small parts of the pool table. This is because they can be lost or injured when using the tool.

Therefore, we should be safer than sorry. Also while removing slate pieces that are extremely heavy, one or more helpers are required otherwise it might get damaged if we drop it. It might also cause severe injuries if it falls on the feet of the person as it is very heavy. We should keep all the above points in mind while deciding whether to disassemble a pool table on our own or hire a professional executive to perform the same.

Hiring a professional may be a costly affair which brings us to the question of how much it cost to disassemble a pool table. If we disassemble a pool table by ourselves it might not cost us too much since what we have to pay for is a helper, buying some tools, and transportation charges.

Depending on where the billiard table is being transported, it may be less or more. If you hire a professional to disassemble your pool table, they will typically dismantle the pool table, pack the parts, transport the table, and then reassemble the table once it arrives.

The average cost is around $550 and can go up to $4,000 depending on the size of the table and the distance between the two points.

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nervousgalaxycrown · 2 years

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Pool Table Moving Service by Furniture Experts Movers

If you're buying professional Pool table moving service, you've come to the proper place. We offer Same Day service and have a staff of experts who will make the move as painless as possible. We also offer a free, no-obligation quote. Just fill out the proper execution on these pages to obtain started.

Professional Pool table moving service

Hiring an expert pool table mover is a great way in order to avoid any possible damage to your investment. The method of moving a swimming table requires lots of care and time. In the event that you don't have any understanding of moving pool tables, you are able to damage them as well as cause injury by attempting to move them yourself. A professional mover has the tools, the expertise, and the experience needed seriously to properly pack and move a swimming table. A professional may also be in a position to work quickly and efficiently to ensure your pool table arrives at its destination safely.

When hiring an expert pool table mover, you will have the ability to decide on whether you want to have your pool table moved locally or long distance. Full-service movers will dismantle and pack your pool table, load it within their trucks, and unload it at your brand-new address. While this service is slightly more costly than the usual basic move, it could save you time and ensure your investment is safe.

Same Day service Available Pool table movers

Professional pool table movers will look after disassembling, transporting and losing your pool table. They will pack the table in sturdy wooden boxes and wrap the slates with protective pads. Professionals may also be able to remove any damage to the table during transport. Moreover, they provides the box to the required location so that you don't need to bother about the safety of one's investment.

The movers will come to your location and will help you with packing, if you'd like. You may also pack the table yourself, nevertheless they recommend one to wrap any valuable items with bubble wrap to make sure maximum protection. The movers may also be able to take care of tight spaces.

The method of moving a swimming table may be tricky. There's a higher danger of damage to the table, particularly if it's not handled properly. Experts in this field are trained to look after all areas of the move, from assembly to disassembly. In addition they know how to wrap individual pieces to guard them from damage.

Professional Pool table moving service

Hiring an expert pool table moving service is an excellent choice if you're thinking about moving your pool table in one location to another. Professional movers are built with specialized tools, and have the skill and experience to look after your valuable pool table. These professionals will move your table without damaging it and will even provide insurance, that will be essential for moving any valuable item.

Pool tables are heavy, and moving them is not really a simple task. Never attempt to move a swimming table on your own own. If you should be using friends and family, perhaps you are tempted to move it yourself. However, you should only attempt to do this if you have the experience to move a swimming table. If you should be moving to a small apartment, a swimming table might not fit right into a standard moving truck.

Professional Pool table moving services look after every step of the method, from disassembling the table to packing it right into a moving truck. These professionals are trained to transport a myriad of heavy items, including pool tables. They've the proper tools and know-how to take care of the duty quickly and safely. A full-service mover may cost more than a simple shipping service, however the savings may be worth it.

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Papa Don’t Preach - F.W

Fred Weasley x Reader, inspired by the song ‘Papa Don’t Preach’ by Madonna.

About: the reader discovers that she is carrying her boyfriends baby, the two of them decide to keep it; but the storm gets heavier when she breaks the news to her father.

Theme: fluff and angst

Warnings: teen pregnancy, mention of abortion, swearing.

Throwing up into the toilet, moaning Myrtle giggled at you and sat on the window ledge. “That’s the third time this month”

You wiped your mouth with your sleeve and got up off your knees, flushing the loo you unlocked the door and washed your hands at the sink. “I’m aware Myrtle.” You answered, glaring at her before walking out.

You rushed into the common room, luckily the only people in there were Fred and George. They were messing around pretending to duel with their wands, little sparks hissing out the end.

“Have you seen my bag?” you asked, searching around the room.

The boys couldn’t hear you over their loud laughter, you stood there and put your hand on your hip, glaring at your boyfriend. “Fred, please. This is important.”

Fred and George stopped messing around and spun on their heels.

“You okay love?” Fred asked, walking over and putting his arm around you.

You shook your head no and sighed “I just need my bag”

George walked across the room and picked up your red toiletry bag. You quickly retrieved it, walking over to the sofa you sat down and rifled through it, flicking past your period pads and tampons you pulled out your mini calendar.

Fred and George sat down next to you, the two of them sharing looks of concern.

You counted through the squares, week by week and flicked the page, then another. A wave of sickness and panic pooled inside of you, you put your head in your hands and shook your head.

‘I can’t be, we used a contraceptive charm... surely it worked’ you thought to yourself, your knees shaking and your stomach churning.

“Y/N, what's going on?” George asked, his brother too worried to utter a word.

Everything started to make more sense: the persistent morning sickness, the bloating, the all-day long nausea, your weepiness and mood swings, your breasts constantly feeling tender.

“I think I’m pregnant” you choked out, swallowing hard.

Fred felt his heart sink, feeling scared and annoyed at himself for getting you into such a scary situation.

You went back into your red bag and pulled out a pregnancy test you got from the pharmacy at Christmas when you were back in muggle London.

You stood up, putting the test up your sleeve, walking to the same bathroom, hoping Myrtle would be elsewhere harassing Harry.

“Back so soon?” Myrtle questioned you.

“Fuck off, Myrtle!” You yelled at her, losing your temper.

You walked into the empty stall, locking the door behind you. Fred waited outside as you pulled down your skirt and knickers and sat down. “Fred, put a tap on for me will you?”

Fred walked over to the sinks turning the tap on waiting for you.

You followed the test instructions and stood up, the sound of the fast flowing water made this a lot easier for you, but then again you were always needing a wee with the growing pressure on your bladder.

Flushing the toilet and putting the lid down you placed the stick on lid and walked to the tap to wash your hands. “Thanks love” you smiled at Fred.

“You know, whatever happens won’t make me run away.” Fred smiled, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “How long do we have to wait?”

You smiled at him, drying your hands on your skirt you walked into his arms and pulled him into a tight embrace. “I’m surprised that you didn’t leg it” you joked, trying not to linger in your fear. “we’ll find out in five minutes.”

Fred stood outside the stall where the test was waiting. “Want me to get it?” He asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

You shook your head “it’s okay, I’ll get it.”

Walking into the stall, you creeped up on the test like it was a pest you were about to wallop. You grabbed it, your whole future, your whole worth and life would be determined by this stick.

You walked out of the stall standing next to Fred, he wrapped his arm around you. You took me a deep breath and turned the test over so it was facing you. Two blue lines in the little windows stared back you, looking at the key on the handle you got your answer; you were pregnant.

“What does it say sweetheart?” Fred asked sounding nervous.

You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m pregnant with your baby Fred and.. I want to keep it.” You decided.

Fred pulled away for a moment in shock but he smashed his lips against yours, kissing you like he had never kissed you before; his pool of love spilling into you.

“Let’s go and find George, I want him to be the first to know.” Fred beamed, you nodded your head in agreement with him.

“Am I really?!” George asked, sounding like his father, he grinned at the two of you.

You nodded your head and showed him the test, George got up on his feet and hugged you and then his brother.

By 5 months your little Weasley started to move inside of you, you would jolt at first and you started to notice stronger movements and little kicks during your classes, grabbing Fred’s hand you placed it on your bump.

The students started to spread rumours and the professors couldn’t ignore it anymore, after all, you weren’t denying it.

You and Fred were forced to address the rumours, you were both scolded for being so irresponsible but you were also provided with support for your academic studies and a much needed appointment with Madame Pomfrey.

You were lucky, Hogwarts still accepted you, The Weasley’s (after taking time to adjust) were so excited for you and Fred, but you were most nervous to tell your dad; the man who always believed in sex after marriage, hated the Weasleys, and slated pregnant teens who needed help.

Fred pulled out a chair for you at the kitchen table, once you sat down he pushed it in for you making enough room for your little bump.

“Pack plenty of food on that plate, dear” Molly smiled warmly at you.

This caused Ron’s mouth to gape open “All because she’s pregnant doesn’t mean she can—“

“If I were you I’d shut it” Fred warned his little brother

“unless you want to wake up to spiders in your bed.” George added, smirking.

Papa I know you're going to be upset

'Cause I was always your little girl

But you should know by now

I'm not a baby

“So what’s with the visit?” Your father eyed up you and Fred, trying to figure out why you were home on a Saturday.

Fred sat awkwardly on the sofa, his focus shifting on various objects around the room, he feared that your father would rip his head off if he were to look him in the face for longer than a second.

“I just wanted to come and see you, I thought I’d come here instead of going to Hogsmeade for the fifth time in a row” you smiled shyly, trying to keep calm.

Starting to sweat, you fanned your face with your hand, if you were to remove your jumper showing your larger bump you’d be kicked out before you could offer an explanation.

Your father noticed the fishtail braid in your hair and smiled.

“I remember braiding your hair like that when you were a little girl, you could never sit still on my knee. You would always fidget wanting to go and play with the other little girls and boys down the street”

You smiled at such a fond memory of you and your dad, hoping that he would do the same if you were to have a little girl.

“Dad, we uh.. we’re actually here because we’ve got some news.” You opened up bravely, remembering to not place your hand over your bump.

You always taught me right from wrong

I need your help, daddy please be strong

I may be young at heart

But I know what I'm saying

“Has something happened at Hogwarts?” He asked, “have you done something?” He turned to Fred with a fast forming glare on his face.

Fred shook his head, “I—“

“Fred hasn’t done anything” you replied quickly, stopping Fred’s chance at coming clean.

“I brought you up to know right from wrong, to work hard, to respect yourself, to stay away from vermin.” Your father spoke, his words like tiny pins pricking at your chest.

You held your dads hand walking through Diagon Alley to buy the equipment you needed for your first year at Hogwarts.

Waiting in the queue outside Ollivanders a young girl with a baby bump walked past, holding out her dirt covered hands. “Could you spare a sickle or two? I’ve got nowhere to go.” She begged.

Your father pushed you out of her presence, standing in front of you “not a chance, you silly girl.” He spat at her.

You gave her a glance of sympathy and stared down at your shoes.

“Don’t have sympathy for that pathetic girl, she got herself into this mess and she shouldn’t rely on hardworking people to get her out of it!”

The tears in your eyes made your vision go glassy, wiping them away with your sleeve, Fred was quickly asked by your father to leave the room and to wait outside in the hall.

“Dad” you cried, feeling a lump form in your throat “I don’t want you to be angry or upset, I’m responsible for my own actions and choices—“

“What have you done? Tell me!” Your father began to lose his patience.

Fred stood outside the door in the hallway, pacing up and down in tears, he blamed himself - you grew up without a mother and thanks fo him you might be losing your father.

The one you warned me all about

The one you said I could do without

We're in an awful mess

And I don't mean maybe, please

“I don’t want you hanging around them Weasleys, Y/N. They’re bad news.” Your father droned on, walking you to the train.

“They seem really nice” you muttered quietly, admiring the twins getting onto the train.

“They’re too poor for their own good, Arthur has a strange obsession with muggles. That wife of his clearly has a problem closing her legs with all them kids!”

You sighed, feeling annoyed and embarrassed to even be related to the man who was dropping you off.

“I better hurry up or I won’t find a good seat” you replied.

Your thoughts spinning around your head made you dizzy, you had to swallow down the bile. “Please don’t be mad with Fred, he’s a really good guy”

Your fathers hands were bunched into fists, his knuckles started to turn white. “What has he done? Fred, get in here now!”

Fred felt he could faint at any moment but walked back into the living room and sat next to you, taking your hand in his.

“We’re in a really tough situation.” You trailed off, more tears spilling from your orb like eyes.

Papa don't preach I'm in trouble deep

Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep

But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby,

I'm gonna keep my baby,

“I’m pregnant.” You breathed out, feeling the weight suddenly lift of your shoulders “and I’m keeping it”

Your fathers face flushed with rage, he got on his feet and pulled out his wand but your instincts beat him to it, disarming him you shielded Fred.

“Dad please don’t do this.”

“You’ve really done it this time, girl!” Your father yelled. “Did I not raise you better? Did all those lessons mean nothing?!”

You began to shake in your shoes, but you stood your ground, Fred took himself away from your shielding. “She’s done nothing wrong!” He defended you.

“I bet you’ve done this on purpose, haven’t you? Get a beautiful young girl up the duff so no one will want her!” Your father bellowed at him.

He says that he's going to marry me

We can raise a little family

Maybe we'll be all right

It's a sacrifice

You and Fred cuddled in the upgraded double bed, his thumb circling yours as your hands glued together.

“I’m going to marry you, Y/N. Once we have this baby and get on our feet.” Fred murmured lowly, trying not to wake up his brother who laid fast asleep on the floor.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” You replied, your hormones making you weep in relief.

“We’re going to have the most amazing life, mini Fred’s and Y/N’s running around.” He chuckled, kissing your head. “We can get through this.”

“It was an accident!” You yelled at your dad through tears, you gripped your bump feeling the little one kick out.

“A mistake more like!” Your dad yelled back “I was begged not to bring you up after your mother died, that was my mistake! And even worse, there will now be a bastard in the family!”

His horrible comments ripped you into pieces, the pins now turning into hot pokers.

Fred wanted nothing more than to tackle your father to the ground, to beat him senseless but he grabbed your hand and tried to control his emotions.

“We’re going to get married dad, but now it’s more common for non married couples to have kids!” You argued, trying to persuade him.

“Married! With what money! You’re more deluded than I bloody thought, he doesn’t even love you!”

But my friends keep telling me to give it up

Saying I'm too young, I oughta live it up

What I need right now is some good advice, please

“Have you truly thought this through?” Hermione bored into you, pacing in the common room.

You looked up from your books and nodded “yes, how many times do I have to explain?”

“I’m just saying it’s not too late to change your mind, you’re too young to be bringing a child into this world.”

“I’m still studying and attending classes aren’t I?” You huffed, scowling at her. “You’re younger than me!”

“But what about getting a job to provide for your child? It’s irresponsible!”

“I get it!” You yelled at her, you slammed your book shoot and tossed it across the room, storming out.

You were hyperventilating, Fred rubbed your back helping you regulate your breathing.

“You’re dead to me, now get out, both of you. Leave my house and never come back!” Your father yelled.

“Daddy please” you wailed “I really need you, please don’t do this.”

You walked away from Fred and up to your dad gripping his hand in yours, “I need my dad” you cried, searching his lifeless eyes for a response.

Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep

Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep

But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby,

I'm gonna keep my baby,

You cried your eyes out, climbing into your dads arms for a cuddle.

“Please don’t cry” he wiped your tears “what’s got you so upset?”

“I’m not ready to go to Hogwarts, I don’t want to be so far from you.” You wailed, your hair sticking to your face from all the tears.

Your dad tutted and chuckled at your silly worries “you’re going to love it once you’ve settled in, and you can always write to me if you need to.”

Your father snatched his hand back out of your grip, he picked up his wand and stared down you and Fred.

“You both need to leave before I do something I can’t take back.” He warned “NOW”

You cried all the way back to Hogwarts, Fred and George comforting you when you broke down into a mess. Hermione helped you catch up on all the work you had missed from being unable to attend classes as you got into the later stages of your pregnancy, you were about to burst at any moment.

Daddy, daddy if you could only see

Just how good he's been treating me

You'd give us your blessing right now

'Cause we are in love

We are in love (in love), so please (so)

“Mum!” Fred yelled from the bathroom, holding your hand “It’s happening!”

Laying a pool of the water that burst from inside you, you were slammed with contractions making it hard for you to get back on your feet. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for the past nine months.

Molly stumbled into the bathroom and moved her hands around rapidly, piles upon piles of towels and blankets filled the room and the bath started to run.

“Fred help me get her trousers off so we can get her into the bath.”

“Mum we can just use—“

“We can’t use magic for everything!”

After finally getting you undressed they placed you into the bath.

Fred held your hand and knelt beside you, stroking your hair and placing kisses against your temple.

“Please don’t leave me” you cried, feeling frightened.

I’m not going anywhere, love.” He reassured you.

Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep

Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep

But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, hm

I'm gonna keep my baby, ooh ooh

You opened your eyes and looked down still thinking you were in the bath, you found yourself in Fred’s bed, wrapped in blankets with a towel over your chest.

You tried to sit up but Molly stopped you, “take it slow, dear” she said softly.

“Where’s Fred? Where’s.. where’s my baby?” You asked feeling panicky.

Before you could drive yourself into worry, the bedroom door opened and Fred walked in with your bundle of joy.

Fred now delighted you were finally awake came by your side and placed your child into your arms.

You had passed out from losing too much blood just as your child came into the world.

“Madame Pomfrey was hammering at the door, brilliant timing really.” George told you as you counted your child’s fingers and toes.

“Is it a girl or a boy?” You asked, looking up at the Weasleys standing around your bed.

“A beautiful baby boy.” Fred replied, kissing your head.

“Fabian Weasley” you smiled, looking at Molly. “Let’s name him Fabian.”

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #hp #hogwarts #x reader #weasley x reader #weasley #george weasley #imagines #OneShots #angst #fluff

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you said i should say less about new ace content in general and i immediately understood that as say more so please gimme some ace stuff and please make it fluffy. i don't particularly care about the pairing but i'm always down for lashton and/or malum but any atl ship works for me as well so like just do your thing i guess wow that was a useless sentence this messy ask is further proof that i should go to sleep so bye love you!! -fiancee

well i ran with ace lashton in an interesting way i hope you enjoy it this is not based on real life but maybe it could be. in a better world it is. that’s all i’ll say about that, i hope you like it

read here on ao3

Luke likes going to the movies. He likes staying home and having a home-cooked meal. He likes quiet, simple, intimate activities.

He does not like parades.

“But it’s Pride,” Ashton wheedles. “D.C. Pride! One of the biggest pride events in the country!”

“You made that up, and I don’t care,” says Luke. “I don’t want to go. I don’t like parades.”

“It’s not really a parade.”

“Also not true.”

“Okay, but it’s not about the parade, it’s about the gathering,” Ashton says, gently shaking Luke. “It’s about a bunch of queer people all coming together and uniting in one space. Celebrating our differences and our similarities. Celebrating community.”

“That’s beautiful,” Luke says. Ashton looks hopeful. “Still no.”

Ashton huffs. “I don’t wanna go alone.”

“Go with Michael and Calum,” Luke suggests. “I’m sure they’d love for you to tag along.”

“And third-wheel all day? No thanks.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” Luke says, and carries on setting the table for dinner. If his mum comes home to a half-set table, the blame will fall on Luke, of course. Ashton takes the cue and begins laying out plates.

It’s quiet for a moment. Luke can tell Ashton is trying to come up with a way to convince him to go to Pride, but it won’t work. Luke’s avoided Pride for seventeen years. He doesn’t intend to start now. Staying at home with his boyfriend and watching Rent is about as much as Luke cares to celebrate Pride Month. Maybe they’ll make out a little. Standards are low.

“Okay, how about this,” Ashton says, and Luke sighs deeply. “No, hear me out. And keep an open mind, okay? Think about compromise.”

“I’m listening.”

“What if we go before the parade starts?”

Luke frowns. “Then what would be the point?”

“There will still be people there,” Ashton says. “But it won’t be nearly as many people, and the festivities won’t really be happening yet, so we can still say we went to Pride but we won’t get caught up in the whole big thing.”

“But I thought you wanted the whole big thing.”

“Ah, whatever,” Ashton says, waving him off. “I’d rather go with you than see the parade alone.”

Luke feels bad. It’s obviously important to Ashton, or else he’d have given up already on trying to make Luke go. And as much as Luke knows he shouldn’t feel obliged to prioritize Ashton’s wishes over his own comfort, this makes him want to.

Compromise. “Okay,” Luke says. “Fine.”

Ashton blinks. “Really?”

“Did you think that wouldn’t work?”

“I—” Ashton’s face breaks into a smile. “I don’t know, not really, to be honest. Really? You’ll come?”

“Yes,” Luke says, and the delight in Ashton’s face makes up for the dread pooling in Luke’s stomach.

Ashton shuffles around the table and presses a warm kiss to Luke’s cheek. “Thank you,” he says, warmth also bleeding into his voice. “I’m excited. You’re gonna like it.”

Probably not, but Luke keeps that thought to himself. He doesn’t need to rain on any more of Ashton’s parades.

Luke and Ashton are excited about Dupont Circle for different reasons. Ashton is basically vibrating out of his seat on the Metro as they approach their stop, where the parade is slated to begin at half past noon. It’s only eleven now, but that doesn’t seem to matter to Ashton. He seems confident that there will be enough Pride to satisfy his excitement without overwhelming Luke.

Luke’s just looking forward to the Krispy Kreme at the station.

They take the escalator out, and sure enough, there’s Krispy Kreme to the left. Luke grabs Ashton’s hand and yanks him towards the shop.

“Seriously? We’re at D.C. Pride and your priority is donuts?” Ashton says, but he allows Luke to tug him along until they’re at the door.

Luke turns to him and very seriously says, “Ashton, my priority is always donuts.”

“Yeah, that’s fair, I walked into that one,” Ashton mutters as they enter the store.

Five minutes and two donuts later, both of them exit, Luke munching contentedly on a strawberry-frosted donut (with sprinkles, of course) and Ashton carefully biting into his jelly-filled one.

“Okay, starting now, we’re at Pride, and you can’t be a Negative Nancy,” Ashton declares.

“I promise not to be a Negative Nancy,” Luke vows. “I swear on this donut.”

Ashton beams. “Yay! Okay let’s go explore.”

You’d think this was Ashton’s first Pride for how excited he gets over everything. He stops at almost every stand, even though they’re all selling different versions of the same thing, and somehow manages to spark up conversation with any passing person who looks queer and interesting. Luke loves this about Ashton, how charming and outgoing he is, how he could befriend a vaguely human-shaped plant. People are drawn to him; Luke’s no exception. Ashton is very much the main character, even more so because he doesn’t seem to know it. He's just Ashton, and Luke loves him for it. Even when it means the halo of Ashton’s spotlight draws attention to Luke by extension.

Luke is not a charming, outgoing person. Luke is quiet and reserved. He’s never cared for the spotlight. Sometimes it’s a good thing that he has Ashton to pull him out of his shell a little. Sometimes he wilts under the scrutiny. It's a toss-up, but Luke appreciates that Ashton never stops trying.

Most of the tables selling merch boast shirts, hats, flags — the kind of thing you’d wear or own if you wanted to be loud and proud about your identity. Luke’s not really that kind of person. Luke’s way of coming out is to subtly slip into the conversation the fact that he has a boyfriend. Before he had a boyfriend, it pretty much never came up. Big, colorful flags have never been his cup of tea.

And anyway, that’s only half of his identity. The other half never comes up, and Luke’s okay with that. It’s not like being ace is the kind of thing you can casually mention. It has to be a whole thing, every time, and Luke doesn’t want to deal with the whole thing, so he just doesn’t bother. Most of the time it doesn’t really matter. As much as Luke is able to fly under the radar, that’s what he intends to do.

“Hey, pins!”

Ashton is not like that.

“Luke, you like pins, right?”

The table they’ve stopped at is covered end-to-end with pins. Enamel or plastic, every single pride flag Luke has ever seen in his life is represented here, in a variety of shapes and sizes. The kaleidoscopic display is fun to look at, at least. There’s nobody behind the table at the moment, which means in theory it would be pretty easy to steal one, but Luke’s not like that, and even if he was he wouldn’t feel good stealing a pride pin from a small-business owner.

“I don’t really have an opinion,” says Luke.

“Ha,” Ashton says. “O-pin-ion. Haha.”

“I’m leaving you,” Luke says, turning away with a wry grin.

“No, come back.” Ashton grabs his wrist and pulls him closer, so Luke wraps an arm around his waist and rests his head on Ashton’s shoulder instead. “I like pins. They’re a very understated way of coming out.”

“Having a boyfriend is an understated way of coming out,” Luke replies.

"I resent you calling me understated," Ashton says in faux-indignance. Luke giggles.

“I’m so sorry, I had to run and grab some water,” says a voice, as a person bustles around them to stand behind the table. Their pink fringe is pushed back by a bandana and they’re wearing a jean jacket with so many pins and patches that the fabric is practically invisible. A sticker on the front pocket of the jacket introduces them as Alex, he/they :). “Can I help you with anything?”

“Just admiring the collection,” Ashton says brightly. “I love your jacket.”

“Thank you very much,” says Alex. “It’s been accumulating pins for about five years now.”

“Damn,” Ashton says, wolf-whistling. “That’s a good collection. I don’t have a good jacket for pins.”

“Wish I could tell you where I got mine, but it was a gift from my boyfriend,” Alex says. “I’ve heard thrifting is a good way to go.”

“You wanna go thrifting, Luke?” Ashton says, nudging Luke, who shrugs.

“Sure,” he says. He reaches for one of the asexual flag pins, a small enamel rectangle, and smoothes his thumb over the surface. “These are pretty nice.”

“You should buy it,” Ashton says. “Start a cool jacket. Then we could be matching.”

“You don’t have a cool jacket yet.”

“I know, but we could.”

“But neither of us have a cool jacket. So it’s not even—”

“Fine, ruin my fun,” Ashton harrumphs. To Alex, who’s watching them with amusement, Ashton says, “So how long have you and your boyfriend been together?”

“Oh, uh…” Alex’s gaze diverts to the air like he’s counting invisible numbers. “Six years? Almost? I think it’s gonna be six years in July.”

“Six years,” Ashton repeats in mild awe. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, high school sweethearts, blah blah blah,” Alex says, smiling. They shrug. “Everyone thought we’d break up when we went to college, but when you know, you know. You know?”

Luke swallows. Ashton says, “Good for you. That’s impressive.”

“I like to think so,” Alex says. “What about you? Are you guys together?” He winces. “Should I not have asked that? I’m sorry, to be honest this is Jack’s business, I’m just running the stand because he wanted to go look around a little before the parade started. My boyfriend Jack, I mean. Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s all good,” Ashton says. He hip-checks Luke gently, which Luke takes to mean something like is it cool if I tell him? It’s nice that Ashton is asking, but Luke had kind of figured everyone would assume they were together because, you know, Pride, so he doesn’t really care.

“Yeah,” he says. “For, what, eight months?”

“Eight months,” Ashton confirms.

Alex grins. “That’s great, I love it. What are your names?”

“Ashton,” says Ashton. “He/him.”

“Luke. Also he/him.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Alex says. “I’m Alex. He/they.”

“Yeah, your thing says,” Luke says, pointing.

Alex laughs. “You’d be surprised how many people don’t see it. Or they see it and think it’s just another decorative pin.”

“Do people wear pronoun pins as decorations?” Luke wonders. “That seems strange to me.”

“People are ineffable,” Alex says solemnly. Then he grins. Luke likes Alex. In fact, little though Luke’s actually spoken today, he likes most of the people whom Ashton has stopped to chat up. Queer people are so friendly, is what Luke is learning. It almost makes him happy to be here.

Except now Alex’s words are ringing in Luke’s head, and he can’t stop hearing them. Everyone thought we’d break up when we went to college, but when you know, you know.

Ashton’s going to college this fall. Luke’s managed to forget about that fact because it’s only June, but that doesn’t make it any less true. Ashton’s leaving and Luke’s going to finish his senior year alone and what if something happens to them? What if they’re fooling themselves thinking they can do the long-distance thing? What if they’re doomed already and this summer is just prolonging the inevitable?

“Well, personally I would love to buy a pin,” Ashton says. “Luke, choose one.”

“What?” Luke says, blinking himself out of his spiral. “Why?”

“I’m buying you one,” Ashton says.

“I don’t—” Luke bites his lip. He’s still fidgeting with the ace flag pin, and he kind of likes it. Maybe he can subtly come out in different ways. Maybe he can just wear it, and wait for someone to ask. Then it’s way less of a big deal because it’s not like Luke has brought it up.

There’s enough shame in the world. Luke doesn’t need to add to it.

“Okay,” he says instead. He holds up the ace flag. “This one.”

“Great choice,” Ashton says, digging out a five to give to Alex. He hesitates, then pulls out a ten instead. “Actually, maybe I’ll also get one. Then we can actually match.”

“Right, with our matching jackets that don’t exist yet.”

“You know what, fine, we don’t have to match.” Ashton makes a face at Luke. “You can put your pin on whatever you want. It’ll go great with your all-black closet.”

“Shut up,” Luke grumbles. Ashton laughs.

“Hey, don’t knock the all-black,” Alex says. “Black is the new black. It’s fashion forward.”

“Not in eighty-degree June it’s not,” Ashton says.

“It’s seventy-five,” Luke protests. “And Alex is wearing a jacket!”

“Yes, but Alex is not my boyfriend, and we only just met,” Ashton says, grinning. “Also, their jacket is sick as fuck.”

“It is sick as fuck,” Alex agrees. “But I’m still siding with Luke here. You can’t go wrong with all-black.” For the first time, he seems to register Luke’s shirt, and his eyes light up. “Hey, Green Day! I fucking love Green Day!”

“You should be my best friend,” Luke says seriously, and Alex nods equally seriously.

“Hey,” Ashton complains. “I like Green Day.”

“Thank you for the pin,” Luke tells Alex. “Good luck with the, uh, you know, selling more of them.”

“Of course, anytime,” Alex says. “I’m pretty sure there’s a website on these business cards if you ever want to, I don’t know, browse?” They shrug one shoulder. “This is why I’m not a small business owner.”

“Cool,” Luke says, taking the card. He probably won’t use it, but you never know.

“Nice to meet you, Alex,” Ashton says, as he and Luke start to walk away, fingers interlaced between them. “Good luck! Happy Pride!”

“You too! Enjoy the parade!” Alex says, waving.

Luke doesn't bother to inform him they're not staying that long; he and Ashton turn away and continue walking, Luke with his new pin clutched in his fist.

“They were cool,” Ashton says enthusiastically. “There are so many fucking interesting people here. God, I love Pride.”

Luke grips the pin tighter. The pointy back starts to hurt where it’s pressing into his palm. “Yeah.”

“Thanks for letting me get you something,” Ashton says. “I know it’s not really your thing, but I don’t know. I felt like we should buy something after we stood there for so long.”

“No, yeah, I agree.”

“On the bright side, they’re pretty cool pins.” Ashton holds his out like he’s assessing what he’ll do with it. “Maybe Michael has an extra jean jacket he never wears. I could ask him.”

Luke hums. Ashton glances over at him, eyebrows drawn together. “Are you okay?”

Luke's not supposed to say anything like this. He’s supposed to be positive because he promised he wouldn’t be a “Negative Nancy” and the sky is so blue that Luke would hate to be the reason for rain, but if he doesn’t say it then it’ll just keep ringing around his head until he can’t think about anything else.

“You’re not scared we’re gonna break up when you go to college?” he blurts out.

Ashton stops short and their hands break apart so Luke’s falls to his side. “Where’d that come from?”

“You heard Alex,” Luke says. “Everyone thought he and his boyfriend would break up when they went to college.”

“But they didn’t,” Ashton says.

“But that’s obviously unusual,” Luke counters. He swallows hard. “I’m just saying…aren’t you worried?”

Ashton tilts his head. “Do you want me to be worried?”

And yeah, a little part of Luke does. Only because if Ashton’s worried, it means he values their relationship enough that it would hurt him to lose it. But Luke knows that’s not really fair, and he knows Ashton loves him, even if he doesn’t seem worried at all.

“No, I don’t know. I just— I don’t know.”

“Are you?”

“I don’t know,” Luke says again. “I had pretty successfully managed to avoid thinking about it, but now…I don’t know.”

Ashton gently pries open Luke’s fist and runs his thumb over the red imprint the pin has left. Sheepish, Luke puts the pin in his pocket. As soon as his hand is free again, Ashton takes it, holding both of Luke’s hands in both of his own.

“I’m not worried,” he says quietly. His eyes are so sincere and his hands are so soft and Luke loves him and likes him and knows that to lose him would be a fate worse than death. “You must have missed the other half of Alex’s sentence. Remember? When you know, you know.”

Luke’s breath catches a little. “Yeah, but…”

“But what?” Ashton lifts a shoulder. “I already know, Luke. I’m in it for the long haul. So unless you meet some other guy who’s even awesomer than me and makes better puns, you have nothing to worry about. I’m not letting you get away that easy.”

Luke gazes at Ashton until the rest of the world falls away. “Oh,” he breathes.

“Okay?” Ashton quirks a smile.

Luke surges forward and kisses Ashton for as long as he can manage without passing out. It’s clumsy and sweet and Ashton’s hands tighten around Luke’s waist and Luke wraps his arms around Ashton’s shoulders and nothing else in the known universe matters except this.

When they finally break apart, Luke cracks a smile. “Okay.”

Ashton beams. He offers his hand to Luke again, and this time Luke takes it and doesn’t let go.

#luke hemmings #ashton irwin #lashton #lashton fic #5sos #5sos fic #fic #my fic #idk when im gonna post this but at the time of drafting it i am So Fucking Tired #i cant imagine that will be less true when i finally post it lol #i feel like im constantly tired lmao #but right now its 1am and i wanted to be asleep or like getting ready to sleep like.......an hour ago #and then i made a cup of tea instead #it's july 23rd (it's july 22nd but it's past midnight so. 23rd)#and i want sleep!#after i save this post to my drafts tho im gonna go start getting ready for bed #maaaaaaaaaan im tired #night yall #oh i hope you like this fiancee it occurred to me while writing that its hard to write an Ace Fic unless its about the Being Ace #which is not something i care to write about #usually characters just........are ace #so this fic plot was borne (born?) of that dilemma #ask #anonymous #fiancee anon #ETA i just woke up twelve minutes ago but fiancee said now so you get this now

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little-beirut · 4 years

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Little Beirut #1: Day Off | 01

Walter walked through the door from the garage, brushing pine needles and rain out of his dense fur before he could track a mess all over the floors. Even with excessive grooming, his winter coat puffed him up to almost twice his size, hiding his lean tanuki build beneath a cloud of dusty brown fur. His fur filled his t-shirt like an over-stuffed pillow, bursting out from the collar and sleeves like he was about to explode.

He lived alone high in Portland’s West Hills overlooking the city below. The winter had been mild, and now at the tail end of the season, the air was filled with a constant drizzly mist that wasn’t quite rain, but was too wet to be anything else. He quickly ran his paws through the fur on his exposed arms to shake loose as much as he could while he kicked off his shoes, letting them tumble across the floor and lay where they fell. Only once he was satisfied that he was dry and wouldn’t track mud all through the house, Walter walked across the empty, unfurnished room toward the iron spiral staircase that led upstairs. At the top of the stairs, Walter plugged his phone into the stereo dock so it could charge, and tossed his keys onto the dining room table, on top of a pile of bills he hadn’t opened, and jackets that never got worn.

The house was entirely too big for one person. Downstairs was almost a complete apartment on its own, with an open living area, bedroom, and full bath. There was a door leading out from the downstairs living room to the front yard, which Walter had never opened, and had never felt a particular need to, mostly owing to the giant prickly pear that had taken over from whatever the house’s previous owners were trying to do with the landscaping. Before he moved in, Walter had briefly considered having the stupid cactus removed, but it kept people from using the downstairs door. So it stayed.

Upstairs, there were two more bedrooms. His, which had remained largely untouched, had enormous windows which looked over the hills and the city. At least they would have, had there not been heavy blankets nailed to the wall to black out the bedroom as much as possible. He had his small bed, messed and unmade shoved against the far wall, and a single dresser topped with the assorted trinkets and pills that got piled up and ignored. Aside from a Louisville Slugger resting against the wall near the door, Walter had not put any further energy into the room. The second bedroom, which Walter had turned into his home office, had also borne the brunt of the previous owner’s desires. It had lost its more typical door, and gained a sliding barn door in its place. It had a glass sliding door and giant windows that looked out over the narrow strip of property to the side of the house. His was one of the few West Hills properties to have a pool, leading Walter to suspect that the lunatic previous owner might have been some kind of crocodile or fish.

His office was the only room in the entire house that bore any hallmark of being used. Walter didn’t own much, outside of an enormous collection of notes and files from work that he refused to throw out. He kept neatly stacked in boxes and cabinets, alongside shelves full of small trinkets he’d collected over the years, like trophies from a hunt. He had no photographs on any of the walls or surfaces, though his desk was cluttered with the tools of his trade. A desktop computer shared space with a laptop and the latest iPad release and several old phones. Multiple cameras sat neatly arranged on one side of his desk in a mix of handicams, point and shoots, and several large dSLRs.

The front room more resembled his bedroom again. Walter had a stereo that was designed to appear antique, but with all the necessary ports and trappings to interface with modern gadgets. On the shelf below, he had a substantial vinyl collection. Beyond that, he owned little else. A dining table he never used. A black leather sofa and matching recliner, and the sort of glass and steel coffee table he had been assured was fashionable. He had nothing hung up on the slate-grey walls, save the speakers from a 9.1 surround system that attached to his stereo. He could have attached the system to his television hung above the corner fireplace as well, but in the end, he had decided it was entirely too much work when the only thing he ever watched was various news channels. He kept no rugs on the chestnut-carpeted floors, and sky lights in the high, vaulted ceiling were kept permanently closed with the shades drawn. All the damn things ever seemed to do was let all the heat escape during the long winters, and focus the full force of the sun’s energy straight onto his head in the summer. And when they weren’t doing that, they constantly leaked from all the decaying leaves and pine needles eating away at the seal.

There had been a time when Walter had considered nailing blankets over the floor-to-ceiling windows in the front room, but with the high, vaulted ceilings and a sky that was cloudy more often than not, blocking off the natural light would have required extra effort in buying and plugging in lamps. His window didn’t face any of the neighbors anyway. Instead, his property gave him a view of the entire Willamette valley below, with the city stretching off to the east and Mt Hood looming far on the horizon, all framed neatly between two giant Douglas firs on the corners of his property. But in the haze and gloom of early February, the mountain was hidden in the clouds and mist, completely invisible from the city.

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Walter Jung is a tanuki in an anthropomorphic version of Portland. A busy man, Walter only gets one day off each week, and he uses it to take care of errands he isn't able to squeeze into the rest of the week. This week, he might have been better off staying home. What starts with a near miss at the gym only gets worse from there. Walter's day quickly spirals out of control, including a fender bender, a random act of violence, and a literal landslide.

Day Off is the first part of Little Beirut, a monthly serial telling a (mostly) linear narrative. Each month, join Walter, Billy, Nichola, and more as they struggle to balance their professional and private lives in this slice of life adventure.

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