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lucky; pt.2

part one

luke hughes x fem reader

word count: 8.4k

warnings: cursing, drinking, implications of sex/sexual jokes & situations, slight hate towards business majors, probably definitely incorrect knowledge about pre med shit.

note: since so many people asked for a part two (literally only fifteen but still) i finally got over the grudge i have against series/part twos and i'm here to relieve you all. this is the opposite of planned out, i am writing this as i go along so i hope it doesn’t suck too badly (actually scared no one will like this because of how much love part one got). anyways enjoy, leave feedback, have a great day, love y’all babes <3

italics are flashbacks

+++

you and luke didn’t arrive back at the house until past midnight. neither of you expected anyone to be awake when you entered through the front door, but the sound of multiple voices proved that theory to be wrong.

“i think my brother’s friends got here a little earlier than we anticipated.” luke told you as he opened the door, going unnoticed by the small crowd in the living room. “let’s just get to my room and go to sleep, we need some rest.” you nodded at luke’s words as he moved himself behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, you knew he was subconsciously attempting to protect you from the group of guys, more specifically his brothers.

we didn’t make it far though, only a few moments later a voice called out at luke, causing everyone else to focus their attention on us. sighing, luke let go of you and moved forward to greet everybody, muttering an apology as he passed by you.

you stood there awkwardly, trying to decide if you should wait for luke to finish with his tiny game of catch up or if you should just go up into his room and wait for him there. after what happened today luke asked his mother if the two of you could stay in the same room today, she agreed after a little bit of begging on luke’s behalf. before you could make your own decision the room’s attention was no longer on luke.

“who is the girl luke?”

your head shot up at the mention of you, instantly becoming a bit self conscious because of the number of eyes on you. you made eye contact with quinn for a split second before tears started to build up again, seeing him just reminded you of everything that you had been through in the past twenty four hours.

“that’s my girlfriend, y/n.” luke said, making his way back to your side and attempting to block you from the eyes that were visibly making you uncomfortable. “-and if you don’t mind we would like to get to bed, it’s been a long day. you can all be properly introduced in the morning.” without letting anybody else get a word in, he turned around and guided you up to his room with his hands around your waist.

+++

you woke relatively early, the sun was just beginning to rise so you took this as your opportunity to go outside and spend some time on your own, you needed it. it took a little bit to get luke’s death grip on you loose enough for you to wiggle out of bed, but after you were successfully free you grabbed one of his hoodies to throw on over your pjs and pulled your hair out of your face with a claw clip.

you silently made your way out of the house and took a seat out on the dock, taking a quick picture of the view as the sky turned shades of pink and orange. you dipped your feet into the water before grabbing your journal, deciding it was best to write your feelings down on paper just for your better understanding of everything that has happened.

as you finished up your journal entry you noticed the sun was now peaking over the tree line, you took a picture of the view, as well as a picture of your legs with your feet in the water and the pink journal in your lap. you opened up instagram and put all the pictures you took this morning and posted them to your private instagram account, captioning it “yesterday was one of the worst days of my life, can only hope today and each day after will be better.”

you spent a few more minutes in silence, enjoying the fresh air you were getting. your trance was broken by the sound of footsteps on the dock.

“hey dear, what are you doing up so early?” you turned around to look at the man speaking.

“hi jim.” you smiled as he sat down next to you. “i’m just spending some time outside. i felt like i needed some fresh air.”

jim nodded before speaking, “i’m sorry about everything. i had no idea any of this was going on, and i am sorry that i didn’t pick up on it earlier.”

“it’s okay, don’t feel bad for not noticing it earlier. i should’ve spoken up when it first started happening.” you told him, giving him a reassuring smile.

“would you like to join me and ellen today? we’re just running some errands but it could be fun, help you escape the sausage party that has become the lake house.” jim offered, causing you to laugh at his use of the phrase “sausage party”.

“yeah i would love to.”

+++

you had gotten ready for the day without waking up your boyfriend, so you decided to continue to let him sleep. you went to your room and began packing your bags because you would be leaving in two days and you needed to begin getting ready for your departure back home. once the room was all sorted and looked like nobody was staying in it, you put your luggage back into the closet and made your way downstairs, cleaning had always been a way for you to relieve stress.

“sorry to keep you guys waiting, i wanted to clean up my room.” you told ellen and jim as you made your way downstairs.

“no need for apologies sweetie, let’s go. our first stop is breakfast.”

+++

you had gone to breakfast with luke’s parents and told them about your plans for after college.

“right now i’m planning on becoming a medical examiner.” you explained as you waited for your orders. “i just have to see if i made it into the pre-med program before i can begin properly planning my future.” ellen and jim nodded, and continued to ask some questions about how your first year of university was going and other school related topics.

+++

after breakfast they took you to the local farmers/flea market, you were excited as you had been meaning to ask luke to come along with you. as you were browsing your options you saw a couple booths near each other with fabric for sale, you quickly made your way over and began looking at what was all there. after a few moments you found the colors you were looking for.

you purchased your rolls of cloth as well as some embroidery floss in an assortment of colors because you had been meaning to stock up on it and some yarn for one of your experiments. after getting everything you made your way back towards ellen and jim, telling them what you got.

the next stop was the grocery store, with jack’s friends arriving early the house wasn’t stocked up for everybody staying over. during your morning with luke’s parents the topic of what happened the day before didn’t come up until your last stop of the day.

you were looking around a local garden shop, looking for a new plant to bring home, when ellen came up to you.

“i just want to apologize again for what happened yesterday. i am beyond embarrassed for how my sons have been treating you. you mean a lot to me, jim, and luke, and after the talk i had with them yesterday i’m hoping jack and quinn will come around as well.” you smiled at ellen, a couple tears were brought to surface when she said that you meant a lot to her.

once you and luke were gone ellen walked up to her oldest sons and they immediately knew what was coming.

“mom, please don’t-”

“no quinn! i am going to.” she sighed, “y/n means so much to luke, and for you guys to be so rude and disrespectful towards her is unacceptable. has she ever done anything to make you guys feel that way? or were these assumptions completely based on snap judgements?” ellen took her son’s silence as an answer. “y/n is good for luke, i’ve never seen him happier. he loves her enough to introduce us and allow us to spend time with her, and this is how you pay him back? you two need to figure out a way to fix this, i suggest you start with opening up the presents that y/n spent hours making for you two that you guys never had the common decency to be appreciative about, i think you’ll like what they are.” after giving them one more look of disappointment she walked back into the house to find jim and explain to him what was going on.

“i think they want to open up the gifts you made, but i never got to properly ask because their friends showed up.” you smiled at her. them opening up the gifts wasn’t going to fix everything, ellen knew this, but it was a start.

+++

it was only eleven when you returned back to the lake house, with how late everybody stayed up last night you didn’t expect anyone to awake yet, you were wrong. ellen and jim had some more places to go but didn’t want to take up your whole day so they dropped you back off at the house before continuing their list of things to do. when you got up to the front porch you heard the voices of multiple people, one being your boyfriend, and they were all yelling.

“this is all your guys’ fault! my girlfriend left because of you two and how you’ve been treating her.” you heard luke shout. you quickly realized you never informed luke of your last minute plans with his parents, you kind of expected ellen to send a message to him or to any of the boys to explain her and jim’s absence when they woke up.

“luke calm the fuck down. her car is still out front, she obviously didn’t leave.” jack’s voice was heard as you tried to open the front door, of course it was fucking locked.

“her luggage is gone, her room is spotless, it looks like nobody has stayed in it for weeks.” luke voice was breaking. you quickly knocked, more pounded, on the door needing someone to let you in. shortly after your began hitting the door it was opened, you didn’t recognize who it was so you knew it had to be one of quinn or jack’s guests.

“found her.”

you pushed past him and made your way to the living room where everyone was at, dropping your bags and wrapping luke into a hug. he noticeably relaxed under your touch, he grabbed onto you like his life depended on it and you heard muffled sobs against your neck where his face was buried into.

“i thought you left me.” he said, you were the only one that heard it he was that quiet.

“i’m so sorry luke, i–” you were going to explain what happened but you were cut off before you could continue.

“where the hell did you go?” you weren’t expecting that question, especially from who it came from. jack looked at you, anticipating your answer. you stood shocked, the genuine worry in his tone was enough to throw you off balance and leave you unable to speak. your silence seemed to just agitate him. “luke was worried sick. i get that you’re upset with me and with quinn, i do, we have been treating you horribly, but pulling this shit, causing us all to worry for you and your safety, just to get back at us is not okay.”

you felt bad, until he said that. “jack i didn’t run away as a form of revenge, i didn’t even run away, i went out with your parents. they thought i could use a break from everything going on here, and they were right.” you detached yourself from luke, your heart cracking a little bit when he whimpered at the loss of touch, and went to grab your bags from earlier. once they were in your hands again you walked up the stairs, grabbing Luke's wrist in the process. “i don’t owe either of you assholes any further explanations.”

+++

“i thought you left me because of how my brothers were treating you.” once you and luke made it into his room he broke down again, causing the guilt in you to bubble up.

“i’m so sorry baby, i would never leave you. your dad invited me to spend the morning with him and your mom and i thought it would be good to spend some time away from the house.” you said, rubbing his back as you sat in his lap, chest to chest.

after a few more minutes and a couple more apologies luke stopped crying, his sadness replaced with a slight amount of anger.

“don’t you ever do that again. i am your boyfriend, you are my guest in this house, i don’t want this to come off as insanely possessive, but i have a right to know where you are.” you could only nod at his words.

“i’m sorry luke, it didn’t even cross my mind. i wrongly assumed your mom would tell you, or that you would still be sleeping by the time i got back.”

“hey i’m not that lazy.” his joking nature allowed you to further calm down, you both got what you needed to off our chests.

“i can’t believe i called your brothers assholes.” you groaned, knowing that would probably make them dislike you even more.

“they deserved it.” luke said, giving you a kiss right after. “anyways, it was hot.”

“oh really?” you giggled, a blush forming on your cheeks as his hands began wandering.

“it’s a good thing i locked the door when we walked in.”

+++

it wasn’t for a couple more hours that you and luke went back downstairs, he thought it was time that you were actually introduced to the guests that joined you at the house.

“y/n this is trevor, cole, and alex, guys this is my girlfriend. y/n.” you smiled at them and said a faint hello, they all smiled back except for one. it was the one who asked luke who i was last night and opened the door for me earlier, the one who was now identified as trevor. he quickly went up to me and hugged me, taking me by surprise, i hesitantly brought my arms around him and gave him a slight pat on the back.

“it’s nice to finally meet you, i’ve heard many different things about you but i can already tell most of them were full of shit.” you smiled, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “well we were all planning on going out on the lake for a bit, eat dinner, watch the sunset, you two in?” you and luke both nodded before heading back upstairs to get ready.

+++

the tension on the boat was very evident, you felt bad for the three boys who probably had no idea what had happened just a day before, you’d probably feel even worse if they did know.

luke was quick to gain your attention, talking to you about the most random things. you kept up with his conversation before you noticed that jack and his friends were huddled up and whispering on the other side of the boat, you wouldn’t have been bothered if it weren’t for them constantly looking up at you before going back to their gossip session. you began to feel a little self conscious, you made an effort to cover yourself as much as you could with the one towel you could find near you. luke noticed the shift in your focus.

“is everything okay? you seem distracted, i’m sorry if you didn’t want to be near them so soon.”

“no luke it’s fine, i just feel like they’re talking about me.” you tried to subtly motion towards jack and his friends. luke just glared at them, seeing what you were seeing.

“here come sit on my lap, i’ll wrap my arms around you and protect you from them.” you giggled at his joking tone.

“anything to touch me huh hughes?” you poked at him once you were in his lap.

+++

dinner was served, an assortment of caprisuns and beers as well as uncrustables were on the menu for tonight. you moved up to grab some for you and luke when you got into a conversation with cole.

“so how long have you and luke been together?”

“ten months, our one year is in september.” you smiled, already excited for whatever the two of you would have planned for that night.

soon you were whisked away into a conversation, more like interrogation, about your relationship. trevor and cole sat next to you while jack, alex, and quinn sat in front of you. the oldest hughes put your boyfriend on wheel duty so he was on the other side of the boat, shooting you a worried glance each time you made eye contact with him.

“how did you meet?”

“we were in the same orientation group, we got paired together for this water balloon game.” you smiled at the memory, remembering how horrible luke was at simply catching the balloon.

“what are you studying?” quinn’s question caught you off guard, seemingly since for the past ten minutes all you’ve been asked about was his brother.

“i’m currently hoping to go pre-med, i will find out if i made it into the program in the next couple days hopefully.” you told him with a smile.

“so you wanna be a nurse or something?” trevor asked.

“no. if i wanted to be a nurse i would be in the nursing program.” you told him, taking a sip of the beer you were holding before continuing. “i’m planning on being a medical examiner, conducting autopsies, figuring out the time and cause of death of a person.” you could tell the topic of dead bodies made your small q/a crowd uncomfortable which caused you to giggle. “any more questions? or can i return to my boyfriend now?” the boys just shook their heads in response, so you got up and sat on luke’s lap.

“so how did that go? you don’t seem too tense anymore.” luke asked once you were both situated.

“it went decent, i think, they just asked about us the whole time.” he nodded at your answer. “-oh, but quinn did ask me a question about myself and just myself, nothing that had to do with you.” luke looked over at his oldest brother with a small smile, who returned it before you, unknowingly, interrupted the moment by asking luke to take some pictures of you.

+++

you spent the night in luke’s room again, the boys needed a room to stay in anyways, so you had convinced ellen and jim that staying with luke for two nights wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“i don’t want you to leave.” luke said quietly, stealing your attention away from the tv screen.

“i don’t want to leave.” you replied, shifting to face him.

“then don’t. i can guarantee my parents wouldn’t have any problems with you staying for another week or two.”

“luke i can’t, my sewing machine and all my other clothing stuff is back at my house and i’ve honestly gone a little insane just going five days without it–” luke rolled his eyes at your reasoning, giving you a look of disbelief.

“seriously, a machine is the reason you don’t wanna spend more time with your boyfriend?”

“-also i get my pre-med acceptance letter soon, if i get in, and i want to be with my parent’s when that happens and i know that they’re gonna want to celebrate with a party.”

“i think if you want to get closer to my brothers, or at least have them get to know you, you should stay here an extra week or two. they mean just as much to me as you do and i’m not saying you need to be best friends with them, but it would be nice if you guys got to know each other more and spend more time together.”

silence, and eventually sleep, consumed the two of you. both knowing an argument would only start if you continued to talk about it.

+++

you woke up in an empty bed, frowning you got up and looked around the room to see if he was at least still in his bedroom, he wasn’t. you got up and began getting ready, throwing a pink bikini and some jean shorts before braiding your hair.

once you were downstairs your boyfriend was still nowhere to be found, you made your way outside where you saw his brothers and friends, luke was not with them.

“hey guys, do you know where luke is?” you asked the group, hoping one of them had an answer for you.

“he left like two hours ago, didn’t mention where he was going though.” jack answered, you nodded. “if you would like to join us, we were planning on going wakesurfing today, i don’t want you getting bored in the house by yourself.” you smiled at his offer and accepted, telling the group to give you a few minutes so you could grab some things for the boat, sending luke a text on your way back into the house.

to: luke <3

hey, where are you?

to: luke <3

i’m going on the boat with your brothers and friends so wish me luck lol

you packed your bag and joined the boys outside who were already on the boat waiting for you.

+++

an hour later you still hadn’t received a response from luke and you were getting worried.

to: luke <3

are you okay?

to: luke <3

i find it funny that yesterday when i did this exact thing you said you had a right to know where i was at all times, do i not have that right either?

“y/n do you wanna try it?” my attention was drawn away from my phone to look at cole.

“sure, i don’t know what i’m doing though.” you replied, moving to take off your shorts and put on the life vest.

“didn’t do it before we got here?” alex asked.

“no, i had other things distracting me.” i glanced over at quinn who gave me an embarrassed smile before speaking.

“i’m sorry for that, i really am, it was uncalled for.” you just nodded in response, not really wanting to talk about it in front of everybody.

+++

you sucked at wakesurfing. you were able to keep your balance for thirty seconds at most before you slipped, or the one time trevor tackled you into the water. which of course was filmed and posted onto trevor’s story, the embarrassing scream you had let out was now viewable to his thousands of followers

once you guys got off the boat you quickly made your way inside to see if luke had shown up yet, he still hadn’t. you quickly opened your phone to call him but got no response, now you were mad. you two had talked about the importance of communication and the risks of not knowing where the other was yesterday, and here he was doing the opposite of everything he asked of you yesterday.

to: luke <3

idk what the hell you’re doing right now but it has now been six hours since i’ve woken up and you’re still nowhere to be found and no one has heard from you.

to: luke <3

i’m going to dinner with your brothers, so wish me luck, and if i don’t hear back from you by the time it’s dark i will send in a missing persons report.

to: luke <3

just lmk you’re safe.

you weren’t planning on leaving for dinner for a couple more hours so you spent some time getting the proper measurements for some clothes you would be working on, as well as studying up on how to knit a sweater since you would be trying that for the first time when you went back home.

you didn’t change for dinner, just throwing one of luke’s michigan shirts on top of your swimsuit and putting your shorts back on. soon you made your way downstairs where it was just quinn waiting, everyone else apparently still getting ready. when you saw it was just him you quickly tried to make a run for it and go back to your room.

“you know you don’t have to avoid me, i think it’s about time we talked anyways.” quinn’s voice stopped you from going up the stairs. you wanted to keep walking away, you really did, but you knew you needed to have the discussion. you made your way back into the living room and sat on the couch seat furthest away from quinn.

“ok let’s talk.” you started once you sat down. “can you tell me why you did what you did?”

you got straight to the point, not wanting to spare any time.

“i was just looking out for my little brother, i didn’t know you.”

“-you still don’t know me. the only information you know about me is my name and that i’m an aspiring pre-med student at michigan.” you interrupted quinn, earning a glare in your direction.

“yes. i still don’t know you, but i’m hoping that in the next two weeks that you’re staying here i can get to know you.” he finished speaking with a sigh, like it almost pained him to say those words.

“wait what? i’m leaving tomorrow to go home, i’m not staying for an extra two weeks.” you were confused, your parents were expecting you home in the next twenty four hours.

“luke told me this morning that there was a change of plans and that you were going to be staying an extra two weeks.” quinn said, equally as confused. “did you not know this?”

you could only shake your head as an answer while you pulled your phone out to text luke.

to: luke <3

i don’t know if you were trying to surprise me with an extra two weeks at the lake house but i told you i couldn’t do that, my parents wont allow it.

from: luke <3

*image*

i’m with your parents right now, they said it’s okay. i’m at dinner with them though so i’ll talk to you later, but please wait to yell at me until i’m back at the lake house tonight. i’m gonna hit the road soon.

“that little shit.” you muttered, making quinn laugh.

“what did he do?”

“he has been ignoring my texts and calls all day, which is a problem on its own especially because of what happened yesterday, and now he is at dinner with my parents five hours away in my hometown convincing them to let me stay here longer than what was planned.”

“you don’t want to stay here longer? is it because of me and jack? because i meant what i said on the boat, i really am sorry. no matter what the circumstances were, i took it too far. i’m shocked it took you so long to call us assholes.” quinn’s last comment makes you laugh.

“i’m not gonna lie, you two are partially why i want to leave, but also because i know that next week more of your guys’ friends will be here and that ellen and jim are leaving, i just don’t want to intrude.” quinn nodded at your reasons.

“well if you do stay i think it would be a good time for me to properly get to know you, i would say that we could just start over and forget everything that happened…” he trailed off waiting for an answer from you.

“-not a chance. what you, and jack, did was not okay. i forgive, but i don’t forget.” before quinn could say anything in response the rest of the boys came downstairs and we all headed out to the cars to go to dinner.

+++

dinner was another interrogation, but this time it was almost all questions about you.

“so what do you do for fun?” that can be a loaded question, alex asked you it in hopes to be able to spark more conversations about things that might tie to your answers.

“well i like to design and create clothing, or add things to a boring sweatshirt from the thrift. i do lots of upcycling with things i find at goodwill.” you answered, not knowing how they would respond.

“do you have any pictures of things you have made in the past?” cole asked this time, you nodded and got out your phone. showing them some pullovers you had embroidered things onto, the swimsuits you had made from scratch for you and luke, the apron and hand towels that were gifted to ellen, as well as the ties and matching pocket squares that you made for the hughes boys.

“oh that’s the set you made for my dad.” jack said before pausing, noticing the embroidered initials and numbers on the ties next to the one his father owned. “were those our gifts?” he had gotten so quiet you were shocked you were able to hear it.

“yeah they were, still are if you want them, luke told me the colors of your teams and i went from there to make them.” you told jack before looking at quinn who had a matching look as his brothers.

“can’t believe you ever made gifts for them after how they had treated you.” trevor’s joke made you wince, it seems like they don’t know the full story.

“well i didn’t do it to get on their good side, i did it just because i thought this would be something they would enjoy, something personal to wear before games or at events, and creating things for people is something i really enjoy.” you kept your head down while talking, not wanting anyone to see the emotion in your face. the waitress soon brought everyone’s food out, you thanked anything and everything that lived up above as something was there to distract everybody for the time being.

+++

once back from dinner you went to hangout by the docks and watch the sunset, the boys had dropped you off per your request because you desperately needed some alone time. after the sun had fully set and you were pleased with the photos you had taken, you decided to go for a swim, stripping off your shirt and shorts, shivering as the cold breeze of the night came over you. you didn’t give yourself time to rethink your actions and jumped into the lake, you were freezing but it felt good. the cold being exactly what you needed.

you don’t know how long you were out there before you heard the sliding door open.

“babe are you out here?” luke’s voice brought immense comfort over you, it felt like it had been days since you’d last seen him. slowly swimming towards the steps you made yourself known.

“yes” you shouted, stepping out of the water and onto the dock. luke quickly made his way towards you, stopping once he was at the end of the dock and could see what you were wearing.

“you look really hot in that swimsuit.” you blushed at his compliment, and at the way his eyes were raking over your body. “you shouldn’t be able to look this hot babe.”

“oh really?” you said stepping closer to him, looking at his lower half to see if he had anything in his pockets, he didn’t. “well, we should do something about that then.” you reached out to grab his shoulders and turn him around, leaning in for a kiss, but before your lips could touch you shoved him into the water. “that’s what you get for ignoring me all day.”

you jumped into the water a few moments later, luke’s shocked face making you laugh harder.

“what the hell y/n.” luke asked once the shock from the cold died down in him.

“it seemed like you needed some cooling down, also you spent the whole day ignoring me and then went behind my back to get me to stay an extra two weeks.” you replied, swimming up closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i have a surprise for you when we get back inside to make up for it.” luke’s arms instinctively wrapped around your waist.

you stayed like that for quite some time, luke filling you in on his day and vice versa.

“so quinn apologized to you and said he wanted to get to know you during the rest of your stay?” you nodded at his question, making luke’s smile grow wider than it already was. “that is so great y/n.”

as you were about to add something to what luke had said the sound of footsteps made you close your mouth.

“yeah mom they’re out here.” jack yelled back in the direction of the house. “you two are in trouble, get inside.”

+++

“so luke, do you see you and y/n lasting? like once you start in the NHL?”

you weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but you knew that you had woken up while luke’s brothers were grilling him about our relationship. you didn’t open your eyes, you knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but they should know the risks of talking loudly while someone sleeps a few inches away from them.

“i do see us lasting, for a long time. i know you guys might think this is premature but i can see myself spending the rest of my life with her.” luke’s words made your heart rate pick up, “i want her to come to new jersey, but after she has completed all her schooling. i can’t ask her to give up her education for me, it means too much to her.”

“but if she goes pre-med she will have a lot more years of school, it’s an extra four years and usually more. could you wait about ten years for her? is she worth it?”

“y/n is absolutely worth it, i don’t care how long it takes for her to finish school she is it for me.” tears had started to well up in your eyes, you couldn’t pretend to be asleep anymore.

you shot up from your spot on the couch and tackled luke in a hug, you had never doubted luke’s commitment for you, but to hear him say it, especially to people who aren’t the biggest fan of you meant a lot.

“i love you luke.” you whispered, a few tears spilling out.

“i love you too baby.”

you both missed the look his brothers gave each other, a look that said “maybe she isn’t so bad”

+++

you didn’t make it into the pre-med program. your parents had opened the letter with you over facetime, you were crushed. yes you could apply next year, and every year after that until you got accepted, but you didn’t want to do that, you wanted to get into the program after one try and that didn’t happen.

luke was there for you, he held you while you cried, comforted you when trevor accidentally got you a congratulations balloon thinking you were accepted, and stayed with you during the days even though you knew he wanted to spend time with people that weren’t you.

one day you did force him to go out on the lake, dylan and mackie had arrived that morning and you know he wanted to hang out with them, even though he told you he was happy to spend the day with you. you spent a lot of the day cleaning, with ellen gone the house started to look like only teenage boys were staying there. once you were done with that you made lunch and headed back upstairs to finish your next task. after plenty of talks with your parents, and a few emails with your advisor, you decided to change your major to business. all your life you’d been making clothes, you thought you might just make a career out of it because you enjoy doing it so much. you hadn’t told anyone other than your parents, you were scared to. you didn’t want anyone, more specifically luke, to think you were giving up on becoming a medical examiner just because you got one rejection letter. and you did what you did best when you were anxious about something, you made clothes and cleaned. when luke went back to your hometown last week he grabbed your storage tote full of all the essentials, your sewing machine, the brand new embroidery machine your parents bought you to celebrate completing your first year of university, and way too many fabrics. while you’ve been bunkered up in luke’s room, not wanting to face the world just yet you’ve made lots of items. ties for jim, a sweater for ellen, another bathing suit for luke, and today you were determined to make matching shirts for you and luke. you started with making basic white tee, you could’ve easily bought them but there is no fun in that, and then you decided to do a heat transfer of the design you picked out.

they were gonna be gag gifts, every year one of the frats hosts a “twin” party where you and your date show up in matching outfits and this year you and luke were going together. your shirt would say “i 🩷 my boyfriend” with an image of the two of you on the back, and his would be the exact same but with girlfriend instead of boyfriend. the creation of the shirts didn’t take as long as you thought it would, so now you were looking for more things to do, you weren’t able to make a decision as luke’s door was opened by jack.

“hey me and quinn are going to get ice cream, would you like to come?” you accepted their offer, knowing that you needed to get out of the house.

it didn’t hit you that this would be the first time you would be alone with luke’s brothers, ever. sure you had your conversation with quinn the other night, but now that jack was here it made you just as fearful, a bit more even.

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“so what did you do today? i know that luke went out with dylan and mackie, we haven’t been seeing you much.” jack said once you all sat down for ice cream.

“well i assume you guys heard that i did not make it into the pre-med program so i’ve just been in a small slump lately–” you were cut off by quinn.

“we actually didn’t know, but that makes sense why trevor felt so guilty about the balloon he got you.”

“yeah, but today i actually switched my major. i’m gonna study business now, possibly entrepreneurship, i decided to pursue a career more based on starting my own clothing company.” you told the boys, who glanced at each other.

“well that is amazing, congratulations. have you told luke yet?” jack asked, beating quinn to speaking.

“no, you guys are actually the first people i’ve told, trying to avoid others thinking i’m giving up on pre-med.” the boys nodded at your reasoning, quinn decided to fill the silence this time.

“luke told us he brought up your clothing stuff, have you made anything?”

“yeah, i’ve made a couple ties, some shirts, a sweater, and a swimsuit.” you laughed at their shocked faces. “i’ve had a lot of free time since i haven’t been leaving the house.”

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it had now been five days since you switched your major and you still hadn’t told luke, even if you wanted to tell him you probably wouldn’t have the time to since he has been with dylan, mackie, and the couple other michigan players that have arrived at the house. this is one of the reasons why you didn’t want to stay any longer than a week, you knew luke was going to become distant when his friends showed up.

waking up to an empty bed became normal, luke and the other boys would do some training in the mornings. so like you did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, you got up and made your way downstairs to make breakfast. quickly distracted by the mess that had been made from what you assumed were smoothies or homemade protein shakes. you silently cursed whoever made the mess while you cleaned it up, then moving on to do some laundry. towels and swimsuits had been piling up in a very overfilled basket and you knew none of the boys were gonna do it. once the load was in you moved on to tidy up the living room, folding blankets, fluffing pillows, vacuuming.

“stress cleaning?” you whipped your head around to see jack sitting on top of a freshly fluffed pillow and unfolding a blanket.

“no, why would you think that?” you said, while walking over to get him off of the loveseat to make it presentable again.

“because you still haven’t told luke about switching majors and the more you hold off the worse you think he is going to react.” jack stated, “also, you just kicked me out of my seat to do whatever the hell that is.” pointing to you as he sat down on the floor.

you scoffed and stopped karate chopping the throw pillow once it looked nice enough. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“just tell him y/n, i’m serious. he is only going to be more hurt the longer you take to tell him, and you don’t wanna hurt my brother, i’ve just started to like you.” he smirked when you glared at him.

“haha very funny jack.”

“what’s got you so scared to tell him anyways?” jack asked in a much softer tone of voice, patting the spot on the carpet next to him.

you sat before sighing. “i don’t want him to think i’m giving up on something just because of one small hardship. all the time i hear him bragging to his teammates and friends about how his girlfriend is super smart and is gonna be the best doctor for the dead in the world one day, i’m scared to disappoint him.” you felt a couple tears in your eyes before you continued to speak. “i’ve seen him researching med schools near newark, one’s that have the best program for medical examiners. he believes in me, he knows i could do this even if i don’t, and i don’t want him to think i’m dumbing myself down to a bachelors in the most basic study field ever.” by the end of your small rant the tears had begun falling, they weren’t sobs but they were there.

“y/n, luke loves you so much. you getting a four year degree in business is not going to change that, yes he is your number one supporter when it comes to you becoming a medical examiner, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be your number one supporter when it comes to you being a fashion designer, or whatever it is you want to do i’m a little confused.” you laughed as jack continued. “do you know how much shit me and the guys have given him for some of the things he wears, we don’t even call him luke anymore he is just “simp” to us now, but he doesn’t care about that, he cares about you and your happiness, and if getting made fun of for wearing matching swimsuits with you or wearing a hat with your initials on it means making you happy, he is going to do it. he will be there for you no matter what because he loves you, and i can see why he does. you’re an amazing person y/n, and i’m so sorry for how i have been treating you over the past ten months. i know that sorrys aren’t enough to make up for what we did to you, but i hope it can be a start to us becoming friends because i need more people to bother luke with me.” you smiled and pulled jack into a hug, thanking him for the apology and kind words as well as forgiving him.

“one more thing, did he really refer to you as a future doctor for the dead?” jack asked, laughing a little.

“yes, it was so funny.”

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you and jack decided to watch a movie while you waited for luke to come back from training, quinn soon joined you two on the floor after he had woken up. it was nice, there was no awkward tension, no glares being thrown in your direction, you felt like you were all getting along for the first time and that made you smile.

“um why are you all on the floor?” dylan’s voice cut the peacefulness that had come over the three of you, all three of you quickly looked away from the tv to see the boys all back from training. you made eye contact with luke who was looking at you with a shocked, but very happy, expression. you just smiled and gave him two thumbs up, before turning towards jack and quinn to excuse yourself. you made your way to luke and gave him a kiss and grabbed his hand to take him upstairs, but not before telling jack to switch the laundry loads for you.

+++

once you were in luke’s room he began asking you questions about what he had just walked in on.

“well i was stress cleaning and jack walked in on me doing it and somehow got me to tell him about all my problems, if hockey doesn’t work out for him you should tell him to join the counseling field, but after i went a mini rant about what i’ve been fixated on lately he apologized and we talked everything out and i think we are officially on good terms.” you said in one breath, smiling as luke wrapped you up in a hug.

“what about quinn? is everything okay between you two?” you nodded and explained that you had talked it out with him a couple days ago.

+++

you and luke started getting ready for the dinner party that the hughes brothers were invited to and you were going as luke’s plus one, you didn’t fully understand what it was for but all you knew was that it was a semi-formal event, making it the perfect opportunity to have luke wear the tie you made him a few days prior, the one that matched your soft pink dress.

as you were doing your makeup luke spoke up again, going back to your conversation from before.

“wait babe, you said that you were stress cleaning. what are you stressed about?” luke asked, walking into the bathroom and leaning against the counter. you looked at him through the mirror and continued applying mascara as you told him.

“about a week ago, after i got the rejection letter, i switched my major to business and entrepreneurship, to pursue a career in fashion. i didn’t tell you because i was nervous on how you would react, and the longer i kept it from you the more stressed out i got. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner, i know how excited you were to be dating a genius and now i’ve let you down.” you looked at his face to see his reaction, but his face wasn’t telling you anything.

silence took over the bathroom as luke tried to find the right words to say.

“you could never let me down y/n, yes i am a little upset that it took you so long to tell me, but i understand why you did it. i am proud of you and everything you have accomplished so far. so med school isn’t for you? you are going to kick ass in the fashion industry babe, they won’t know what hit them.” he smiled at you before wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head on your shoulder. “i love you y/n, never doubt that.”

“i love you too luke.”

+++

you and luke sat in the living room waiting for his brothers to come downstairs, you began to get a little antsy as you feared you would be late if you didn’t leave in the next five minutes.

“would you two hurry up! y/n is pacing back and forth cursing you guys for making us late.” luke yelled up to his brothers, who quickly made their way downstairs.

“sorry we weren’t sure how to tie these ties.” quinn said once they were both at the bottom of the steps.

you looked up at them and instantly began smiling. “you’re wearing them.”

jack and quinn looked at you, both with huge grins on their faces, before pulling you into a hug. they were wearing the ties you had made them for the holidays, nearly a year ago.

“we love our gifts.” and “better late than never” were said but you weren’t sure who said which.

you quickly called for luke to stand with his brother so you could take a photo of the three of them.

“you better post that on your main y/n, show the world you have the coolest future brother in-laws ever.” jack shouted as he raced luke for shotgun.

you don’t know how you got so lucky.

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note: OMG it’s done. this was a bit hard to write because the whole time i was horrified it would flop or people wouldn’t like it, and i’m still horrified lols (the ending is so rushed i don't like it). anyways i hope you enjoyed, feedback is so greatly appreciated. it lets me know what i’m doing that people like and what i could be changing about my writing. just hoping this one does number like lucky did. have a great day, love y’all babes <3!!

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #New Jersey Devils #ahonice writes #jack hughes #quinn hughes

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asmrtist-brainrot · 1 year

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Party Stalling

David and Asher don't really seem like the bachelor party types?

More like wedding party.

So here's a drabble I thought would be funny, though it's not too good.

Also just made a couple of OCs... Their names are also kind of funny - I'm sure you can guess what their names are inspired by.

Reader is Angel + Gender Neutral

~ Dari

"Come on Jack." Mirin scolded from their spot next to him behind the bar, scowling in annoyance.

It wasn't the first time he hit on a customer, wasn't the first time he'd gotten pissed at a rejection. Usually he wasn't such a shithead and good against assholes, but when it came to flirting - it was weird and gross how the switch flipped.

"Shut up, it's gonna be good."

Jack was also a petty fuck and it made Mirin wish everyday that Marguerite was behind the counter to control her brother instead of currently bouncing the door. From the other side of the bar, their third mixologist, Gin just shook his head and continued to serve a handsome man with fake horns and his cuddly partner.

They glance at the person he'd flirted with.

Eyes lidded and dreamy, sobering somewhat at the look on their coworker's face. Soft cheeks and body wrapped in nice clothes, slightly mussed and flushed from the dancing.

You were cute.

Mirin felt quite irritated as you were tipping them and he swooped in to be pain in the ass.

Not to mention you brought up being engaged.

"Sorry," The asshole's smile was nearly shit-eating as he spoke "but you're being too rowdy and I'm going to have to ask you to leave, you're disturbing the other patrons."

You blinked, once then twice, then frowning - though for just a second before a thought rolled over you.

The picture of mischief.

A glimmer in your eyes and smile on your lips that made them a little wary.

"Okay," You shrugged and slid the 20 towards Mirin regardless as you almost mourningly said "just lemme grab my fiancee and friends."

Mirin eyed the ring on your left hand in amusement, but the itch of irritation came instead. They slapped Jack's hand from grabbing their tip - tucking it into the breast pocket of their work polo.

You got down from the bar seat.

"Martin's gonna be pissed you lost their business." They warned him, starting to make a long island.

Their cheeks warmed at the pretty woman that ordered, she awkwardly tucked a stand of hair behind her ear. Shyly leaning towards them when she was served.

"I'll deal with him." Jack watched you leave with a satisfied smirk, only to pale.

Mirin's curiosity was enough for them to look at what he was balking at and gaped at wall of a man. He was sitting down with a group of men dressed somewhat similarly to him - leather jackets and jeans. But as he rose, he towered over the other party goers. You approached him without fear though, arms sliding around his neck.

His expression is fond but hardened briefly as Mirin assumed that you explained what just happened.

They could almost hear Jack's teeth chattering in his head, it's enough to make them snort as the man glared in the direction of the bar. They swore the guy was going to shit bricks.

But the expression fell away instead to mirth when he looked back down at you. He nodded before glancing over to the DJ stand and waving his hand.

This DJ, some guy named Hudson, was hired on behalf of a wedding party that someone was throwing.

Mirin choked on a cackle at the realization.

Hudson nodded at David and the music screeched to a stop and he got on the mic, "Sorry party people but it looks like the party of David and Angel Shaw are moving out. I was hired by them so I gotta go too."

Other patrons booed and Gin snorted a laugh from next to Jack, as he mockingly cracked, "You'll handle it, yeah?"

"Oh, sounds like that's our cue Freelancer," The horned man sighed before hopping to his feet and purred "I'm sure the Solaires have some other place we can be a... Public disturbance in."

"Shame," His partner mumbled, handing Gin what seemed to be a crisp 10 "I liked this place."

Jack sputtered, looking around in slight panic.

The group the man was sitting with stood as well, gathering their coats and seemingly joined by their own companions. But then another small troupe of well dressed individuals, and a set of two other couples.

"David, where are we going from here?" One of his compatriots asked, voice heavy in a Bronx-type accent. Frowning a bit as he draped his arm around the hips of presumably his partner.

"Vincent, Sam, any ideas?" The tall man, David, looked over at the second group, who were pressed and dressed in their Sunday best.

One nodded towards the door and hummed in a southern drawl, "Fred brought up a good place further up on Teakettle, they got good food too. Maybe we give Hudson a break before he restarts the party."

"I know that place!" Another rather big man piped with a grin "Dames and I found it while on a date."

"Well, what're we waiting for?" Another piped energetically, who Mirin recognized as Asher - as he ordered everyone a round of shots at the beginning of the night. "Let's get going!"

There was collective noises of agreement as the party of Shaw started to collect their belongings, the music began again only on a playlist as another employee scrambled to fill the air. Mirin's sides split from their giggling at Jack's horrified expression, Gin leaning over the bar and snickering at the turn of events with glee.

"I can't wait to tell Martin about this."

Jack sputtered, completely and utterly dumbfounded as to what just occurred.

Mirin was disappointed to see the pretty girl leave too, joining up with another young woman and a man

They pouted, shuffling to clean the last of her drink.

It took them a second to realize that there was scrawl on the napkin, glittery blue ink smeared by the moisture of the cold drink - tucked under the tip.

They smiled.

"Text me? XXX-XXX-XXXX

- Kelsey"

#redacted asmr #dari writes #shaw's pack #solaire clan #students of d. a. m. n.#redacted audio #dari's ocs #david shaw #asher #angel reader #gavin #freelancer #sam collins #huxley #Hudson #milo greer #kelsey

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south-park-meta · 1 year

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something that makes me appreciate Stan as a character is how his name is a reference to one of my favorite Stephen king's novel "It".

But having in mind all the characters, Trey could have named him: Eddie, Mike, Richie, Ben, or Billy (yeah, his grandfather calls him that, but you get the point). He decides to name him specifically after Stanley Uris, who is mature and reliable, who leaves his town and ends up killing himself because he didn't want to return and though his friends would face the problem better without him, and Beverly Marsh, a girl with an alcoholic father (except Randy isn't a creep or predatory towards his children, unlike Beverly's father). I wonder if naming him Stan Marsh was intentional or coincidental on Trey's behalf.

My personal guess would be coincidental, or at least not drawn from as character-driven motivations. They do like Stephen King and reference his work so I wouldn't be surprised, but I'd see it as more likely being offhandedly liking/referencing a book they like rather than making character connections, especially as Stan and Kyle were pretty blank slates for a lot of the early years. Kyle and Kenny's last names both didn't have set spellings during the first few years of the show.

If I was guessing I'd kind of think they thought of a couple of normal everyman names they could rip on in childish ways, like Eric FARTman and Stan DAAAARSH.

But fwiw I follow SP and IT blogs and it is emotional whiplash just seeing the name 'Stan' lol.

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funkymbtifiction · 2 years

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I’m not sure what type you come across to me as, but I feel more sure I’m a 6, because I started reading the influx of all these people “questioning your type” before I knew why and felt pissed off on your behalf.

Ha, ha. To be honest, ten years ago this would have sent me on a self-doubting spiral as I aggressively questioned, and re-questioned, and analyzed myself to see if they were somehow right and I was wrong because I overlooked something -- but now I am settled enough and confident of my 6-ness to catch myself before that starts and shut it down. There's still a little tendency to go !?!?!?!, but I funnel it into a sense of interested "Oh, why do you say that?" Since I really am curious as to how people frame their perceptions about me.

I think if just coming across you randomly for the first time, I would assume 9 fix somewhere because your response to conflict or unpleasant people seems to be more “okay :) some people are like that.” (There is a critical voice which jumps out every so often, but it strikes me more as Fi being able to do so in the background than wanting to directly take people on like an 8 or 1 fix.)

Yeah. I have... a lot of chill. 6 becomes anxious, and immediately I think "calm down and think about this before you react." I had a 9 friend stay with me for a few days before the pandemic, and she said she loved being at my house with me because "it was all so calming and pleasant. You have a soothing presence." I rarely lose my temper in any significant way. Even when things disappoint me, I shrug.

But the explanatory nature of your writing does feel head type dominant to me.

Yeah. It's "buzzy."

I was more surprised when you identified with 2 fix because I experience them as warmer and less competency-driven, and you may be one of the more status-aware and practically ambitious Ne-doms I know. So 369 6 core seems right to me.

I lean that direction as well, just because of my to-do lists and focus on competency. I'm also... extremely aware of how things look and almost painfully conscious of other people humiliating themselves on social media. Like, one of the first things I think is, "Don't they know how bad this makes them look??" I think I come across a certain way online because I am adopting a persona. "Professionals" don't get heated, don't start fights with other typist blogs, don't trash-talk other typist blogs, etc. Then there's the problem of not being able to locate my feelings and feeling "empty." Which is... fun.

Not sure about wings - I think 7 is right, but Ne-dom can affect that a lot. I think I’d have to talk to you in real life and assess whether I feel like you’re diving into optimism or realism more often.

I'm pretty sure of 6w7, because I bounce back from pessimism fast and get angry at other people for being negative (I came here to have a good time, and don't want to talk about all the crap happening in the world right now! No. Sad. Things!!). I caught myself re-framing for positivity the other day about the Queen's death -- I was sad about it, and immediately thought of something nice to cheer myself up. ;)

Sp/so for instincts seems plausible, but mainly because there isn’t evidence against it.

A while back I shared a post about stacking and writing style, and the sp/so was the most straightforward and easiest to read. A couple of weeks ago, I had someone come up to me in a store who knew who I was and said he liked my stuff because it was so straightforward and simple to read. It cracked me up, especially since he went on to say his niece writes stuff that is hard to read "... Dune meets Tolkien." And I thought, "well, she's an so/sp. Their stuff requires concentration!"

Also not 100% sure about MBTI type. I don’t think I’d assume ENFP coming across you for the first time - probably ISFJ or INFP. But I don’t think you’re mistyped, either. It’s just hard to get those impressions right online (many of my extroverted friends seem more introverted when writing.)

Yeah, it's hard to tell by online impressions, but thank you for not assuming me to be an ESFJ. I can't be a judging dominant -- there's no openness to them, it's all being ruled by first impressions and initial feelings, and I am more "well, we don't know enough to form solid assumptions, so tell me more." I have a militantly open-minded stance (I WILL consider all perspectives before making any harsh judgments and I WILL assume the best of everyone!) that is quite idealistic and unwilling to commit to premature judgments. Many years ago on PerC when I first started learning MBTI, a user said if you tell someone they are mistyped and they are a perceiving dominant, they will go "huh, that's interesting -- why do you say that?" because they are genuinely curious as to what formed this impression. So I would have to be ISJ or ENP.

It's funny how all the information I collect about myself is full of contradictions (which just goes to show you why you should never allow anyone else the final word on your identity/type). When I typed ISFJ, I had people telling me I had such obvious Ne, I must reconsider ENP. I had Fe users telling me I was "so mean about Fe, you must be a Fi!" Some Fi users accuse me of being too Fe. Some people think I am ESFJ, others say ISFJ, and some say INFP or ENTP.

You just can't please everyone. ;)

I do give off Fe vibes, which I assume come from being a social type, but it also be triple attachment, as you suggest. Hyper attentiveness to other people, their reactions, etc., but also a refusal to do anything I don't want to do, and a tendency toward blunt self-absorption. I've always been "kind," but it took me years to realize that not everyone wants to hear me prattle on constantly about my interests.

#mbti #mod post

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Knee highs and short skirts | N. Jm

Pairing- Na Jaemin x reader

Genre- Smut, fluff, college!au

Word count- 3.82k

Warning(s)- nsfw, softdom!Jaemin, pretty pwp, corruption kink, slight voyeurism? (they make out in public) possessiveness, dacryphilia (getting aroused by one crying or sobbing), fingering (for prep), unprotected sex (play it safe y'all this is a fiction), slightly inexperienced?reader, unintentional overstimulation (unintentional LMAOO), pretty filthy i say. Lyra back at it with smuts lol

Synopsis- It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on, but here we are.

Type- requested!

@kpopscape

It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on.

Watching you as you entered the campus had always been a sort of daily serotonin boost for Jaemin. More like, watching you smile and wave at every passing acquaintance regardless of the fact whether you spoke with them or not was a serotonin boost for Jaemin. You were extremely intriguing.

You're a jolly person, an extreme extrovert, shy at first glance of course but nevertheless outgoing, you'd had little to no problem at all at making friends. Your close ones called you the human magnet and most would agree to it. Could you help it? Company is always better than being alone (unless preferred to be alone).

The first time Jaemin saw you was when you came into the campus first bumping into not his, but a very pissed Jeno's back in a very cliché way which resulted in him accidentally pour out his anger on you, which led to Jaemin having to find you later in the day to apologize on Jeno's behalf. That experience had a very interesting impression on the two lads, well, a not too positive impression on Jeno but the opposite for Jaemin.

The next time Jaemin saw you was in his philosophy class, and god bless you and your perfect complexion complimenting all your curves and edges and oh of course, that cute black and white knee high socks that you wore with a skirt a little too short for him to stay sane and a sweatshirt loose enough to give you adorable sweater paws. That's when wanting to see you on a daily basis became Jaemin's sole reason to attend college.

The next time was weeks into talking to each other, getting comfortable to a point where you went over to each other's house, exchanged numbers, went on small platonic dates and where your friendship started to turn into a touchy one, and you absolutely loved it. Well, Jaemin loved it more than you. Watching your face flush when he'd place his hands comfortably a little too close to there on your thigh had him feel sorts of emotions he's never felt. How your eyes would widen each time he'd place playfull kisses on your cheeks, or when he pulled you onto his lap to cuddle up closer when watching a movie or two, Jaemin lived for your reaction.

Weeks after that was at a small dinner send off party of sort by one of your friends for the senior batch, where seeing you in a white body fitting turtleneck full sleeve with a grey skirt consisting of blue hue with a plain white knee high sock had him crave you more than before. When the occasional touches and kisses turned into a form of self destruction for Jaemin and those longing touches turned into a want to take it up a notch.

And maybe it's the fact that Jaemin genuinely seemed intriguing to you, or the slight intoxicity you felt after a glass of not that strong of drink went down your throat, making you want to comply with everything Jaemin wanted. The expression he wore of pure bliss and satisfaction had you feeling proud of yourself. Like you're doing the right thing, like standing in a hallway beside your classmates bedroom with his hands around your waist in a vise grip, face inches away from colliding into a passionate kiss where anyone could bump into you two was a right thing to do. Like not caring about the all 'good mean no bad' girl image you'd formed to fade away in front of your classmates and probably next the entire campus was the right thing to do.

The next time, well, this moment right now when you went over with him to his studio apartment hand in hand after evening lectures, it had been nearly impossible for Jaemin to keep his hands to himself. How your lips pucker into a pout complaining about all the workload you have, how you jump up in excitement at the sudden strike of another topic you want to discuss with him, or how you seemed so dreamy in general and all Jaemin could do was stare at you with an expression of pure admiration, desire and want to change the whole innocent image you held.

"so Mr. Li asked him to-ah!" and all he could do was pull you onto his lap with his hand on your hip to hold you up in place and unintentionally cut your sweet voice's narration short, but he wanted to hear you more, "I'm listening, doll. Keep going" he cooed at your flushed expression at the sudden proximity, pulling you closer to connect you two by the hip, tapping at your now exposed thighs as your skirt had ridden up at the shift in position to urge you to step out of your daze and continue speaking.

"What.-what are you doing, Jaem?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest as you push yourself a little back to create some space, clearly astonished at the sudden spark of something at the area between your sock clad legs, only to be pulled back closer towards him once again.

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, keep going, baby, I'll just be doing my thing" and so you let your hand rest on his chest while continuing your story as he looked intently at you.

Being in such proximity with Jaemin had never been a new thing, it's how no matter how many times you'd see him up close you'd still can't look him straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds because of how strong his gaze is that would have you flustered. Ever since the said party, your first proper kiss and Jaemin's first step to calling you his, you wanted to stick around him and just him. You felt like yourself around him and he made you feel so loved that you were willing to let him do anything just to have him around.

In Jaemin's case, it was that he'd not move forward with his plans if he'd noticed the slightest of discomfort in any of your actions, fearing that you'd leave him once and for all before he could even call you his. And so in that way, you two did what pleased the others the best.

Smiling at how you slowly got comfortable with his warmth, he leaned forward, slightly startling you but you nevertheless continued speaking, "Show his homework to him, b-but he couldn't because the only co-opy he had.." you squeal in a breath as you feel his breath fan your exposed neck, courtesy of wearing a slightly deep V-neck to college and of course to the hangout that day, "Had..?"

Jaemin rasped in a voice a little too low to what you're used to hearing, dangerously low that you felt yourself squirming under his grip, which elicits a groan from the male. Not knowing the weightage of your action, you accidentally end up doing it again as his plush lips come in contact with the sensitive skin. "H-had was.. mine-"

"Mine, a pretty word, right doll?" The feeling of his lip moving against your skin was ticklish to describe the best, but good, good enough to have keeping your legs closed uncomfortable from the sudden pool of arousal that bedded itself in your foolishly white panties. "Yes..?" you answer with a shaky voice, moving once again to get rid of the said uncomfortable feeling which resulted in Jaemin throwing his head back to rest on the head rest of the couch, his perfect eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Darling, if you keep moving like this, i won't be able to stop myself from doing what all I've imagined doing to you," he spoke with the same low voice of his, which had you unintentionally moving regardless of the empty warning that lingered in the air. That's when you notice the visible switch in the way Jaemin looked at you. Determined to carry this forward and put an end to the friends title to develop into a whole new one.

"What you've imagined doing to me? W-wha-?" you let the question linger, not really expecting an answer when he looked at you with a smirk on his perfect lips. He let one of his hands off from your side to comb through your perfectly set hair while the other wrapped around your torso to keep you upright.

"Should i tell you what I've imagined?" Surely fueled by desire, Jaemin still counted on your consent, basic etiquette and he wouldn't let it go down the drain just because of his lust. The silent look of curiosity gave it away that you really wanted to walk through the dream boys imagination, so you nod your head. "Words, darling. I need words"

Looking at him patiently waiting for your verbal confirmation, you swallow down the nervousness before looking him straight in the eyes with your own widened ones, "Y-yes."

"Hm, well, I imagined having you close to me, just like this, all responsive to everything I do."

"Then I imagined feeling that soft lips of yours once again, the one that I remember so vaguely. Will you let me taste it once again?" He asked, leaning in closer than what your bodies would allow, nevertheless feeling ecstatic at the effect he has on you. "Hm?" you could obviously not say no to the expression he wore, filled with excitement and expectations, happiness, desire and maybe.. love?

Instead of answering, you lean forward, closing off the small distance that kept your bodies from colliding, pressing your lips onto his with least force. The type of kiss got both of you feeling hot, bubbly as you feel Jaemin smile against your lips.

The kiss was a mix of aggression and passion, slow and fast, lust and innocent emotions, one strong enough to deliver all sorts of emotions and of course, sloppy out of desperation, "Still as sweet as ever," he speaks against your lips, beaming down at you with the same smile as you refuse to meet his gaze at the sudden shyness that overtook your desire.

Jaemin's hands slip up the open clothing to grip your thigh raw, the feeling of his cold fingers making you shift position again, looking down and cowering behind your palms as you shield your heated face from the lad, "What's wrong doll?" he moves his thumb up and down, massaging the skin he had his grip on, "Talk to me, princess, do you want me to stop?"

"No!.. I mean, n-no, it's just.. I've never done this before, ever" As though your usual behavior never gave it away that you're too innocent for anyone existing in the world, you confirm Jaemin's suspicion all the more, to which his smile only just widened, the burning desire to change the status if innocence way too strong for him to contain himself now, "I know, darling, I'll go slow, alright?"

At your nod of confirmation, he wastes no time to lift your shirt out of it's confinement inside your skirt and over your head to reveal a not so appealing bra, yet, Jaemin thought you looked absolutely exquisite in it. Just a plain white lace bra, a cherry on top to the innocent image you held that he oh so much wanted to destroy, "W-wait! Can.. C-can this..-nevermind," you sigh, not wanting to disappoint the boy in front of you at your insecurity, "Can what, baby?" you shake your head, "Tell me, love"

"Can..can the bra stay on.. Just this once..?" you ask in a soft voice as Jaemin notices your tiny gestures of an attempt to cover yourself a little, feeling a little too hot, "Do you want it to stay on?" he asks in a voice all too understanding, no signs on the disappointment you were worried about, you nod, "Then it stays on" he smiles before placing a chaste kiss at the valley of your chest and swiftly shifts you on his lap in a way that your back rest flat on his chest, a hand secured on your waist to hold you as close as possible.

You feel a sort of warmth spread through your body at Jaemin's understanding and non persistent behavior towards your request as you allow yourself to relax and go limp on his body, "Do you know how many times i've imagined this? You on my lap.." he moves his legs to break your legs apart, using his knees to spread them and hold them open, "All pretty and for me to touch," He attaches his lips to your neck once again with a better access this time as he lets his hands wander up and down your legs, the hand that held your waist moving down to bunch up your skirt and pull it up to reveal to leaking mess you'd become which made Jaemin twitch and you shy.

"All wet for me, and for me only" you whimper at his shameless words as his wandering hands move closer to your heat, cupping it as he felt up the wetness he'd caused to form there, a throaty groan escaping him while doing so as you feel yourself jump at the friction you got for a second at the place you needed it the most. The thought of someone other than you touching your sex causing your insides to twist, in the best way possible of course.

Jaemin resumed to feel up and down your wetness from over the fabric while still keeping his lips attached to your neck, just to make sure you were wet enough to take him, or better, his fingers.

"J-Jaemin..,"

You let out a loud moan feeling his fingers directly over your clit once he pushed you drenched panty aside, coating his fingers with your arousal before easing one slender digit in, causing your back to arch.

Way too sensitive and aroused, it was obvious you wouldn't be long until your first high, and Jaemin knew that all too well as he felt your tight walls clench over one little finger when he started pulsing it in and out of you and a steady pace, minding to not make it too much for you, though, that thought seemed highly appealing to him, but he'd rather save it for the next time.

"Does that feel good, my love? Because watching you look all angelic like this for me is what I'd imagined next" he speaks against your hair, as you try to close in your leg at the friction you're getting suddenly becoming overwhelming for you, added to that came in Jaemin's words, talks, voice laced in adoration and pure want. "Y-yes Jaem, oh god.. "

Silently moaning himself at your godly sounds, he continues penetrating you to your first ever not self made orgasm, eliciting a loud high pitched scream from your side at the very intimidating feeling at the bottom of your stomach, feeling it undo as Jaemin coaxes your first orgasm out of you,

"Just like that darling, you're doing so well, so good for me" he coos, wanting to drag your orgasm a little more, as he lowers his unoccupied hands to draw small, slow circles around your clit, making you spasm uncontrollably over him, feeling your eyes glaze over at the now painful feeling, you push his hands meekly away from your core,

Shocked over the fact that he got you to come for him with just a finger, he added another one in, muttering silent apologies at your sudden pleas for a break to make sure your stretched out enough for that upcoming activity, "Just a little more, my strong girl, just a little more," though sorry for dragging your orgasm, he felt himself get lost at your small sobs and tiny tears falling down the side of your face which he pecked away.

Increasing the speed of his hands, he presses his thumb over your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves once again, making your arch your back in a painful angle, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head at him, letting him know that it was getting too much for you to handle,

"Come for me once again, baby. We need to make sure you're prepared enough, hm? Can you do that for me?"

As if on command, you let yourself fall apart once again, a loud cry resonating through the room along with you crunching your legs up to stop the burning from the intense high, Jaemin whispering praises against your hair while running his hand up and down your forearm to soothe you. "You did so well, doll, want to stop here?" he inquired selflessly, not caring about the fact that he's extremely hard and it had taken a painful toll.

You take a second to calm your breathing as Jaemin patiently waits for your response. Making sure your breathing is normal again, you shake your head from it's position on his shoulder as he presses a kiss onto your wet cheeks, "You need to feel good too.." you speak with your eyes barely open, Jaemin smiling softly against your cheek, "Love."

You let out a sound of confusion at the random word blurted out by him as you turn your head to look at him, "Say the word 'love' if it gets too much for you, alright?" you nod, at no further actions from his side, you look at him once again, realising he's all about the verbal confirmation, "Alright.." you squeal out, "Turn around and sit facing me, doll" he hurries.

Jaemin rushes to remove his skinny jeans alongside his boxers when you lift yourself up, letting his member stand tall and free from confinement, making him feel like he can finally breathe. Slightly intrigued by the above average size, you look at him nervously which had his head turn at your innocent expression, "We'll take it slow, darling, nothing to hurt you, hm?" you nod before replying out loud.

He gestures for you to hover yourself above his hardness once he got the panties out of the way and discarded it somewhere out on the wooden floor of his housing. "Go for it whenever you're ready" wanting to give you full control of the pace for now, he let you take your time for your first ever time.

Chest heaving up and down in both excitement and nervousness you slowly lower yourself, knees beside his thighs, hands a vise grip on his shoulder, letting yourself engulf just a little of his member, you wince, still a little sensitive from the previous orgasms, his hardness much thicker and bigger than his fingers to just ease down quick despite how easy it'd be considering the wet mess he'd made of you, "Jaemin.. "

Contributing from his end, he pushes his hips up to get inside you a little more, not too fast for it to be painful for you. Slowly, you let yourself ease down on him completely, sitting down onto his lap with his dick inside of you, twitching at the warmth he finally felt. Jaemin hushes your silent cry of slight pain, "You feel so good around me, doll. Such a good girl for me, "

You take the initiative to lift yourself up just a little so that more than half of him is out and glistening from your arousal making him let out an airy moan of satisfaction, feeling your tightness, finally after only having imagined how it felt for so long.

You move up and down slowly, thighs trembling, heart pacing fast with pride at the feeling of making him feel good from all the sounds he let out, mind hazy and body covered in sweat. "oh my, Jae-Jaem-ah!" you fall limp over his body at the sudden thrust from his end, maybe from growing too impatient.

"Should i take it from here, darling? I need to come, will you make me come, doll?" you mumble out a bunch of 'yes!' as your face falls into the nape of his neck where you nibbled at the skin like how he'd done.

Jaemin took control once again, a sudden burst of energy sparking through his body as he set a fast pace in pistoning in and out of you, your slickness and his precum ensuring it wouldn't be painful for you, rather, it felt extremely good. "Look at my good girl taking me so well, you're making me feel so good, darling, I'm so.. Uh, I'm so close-"

You clench around him when you feel a knot forming once again for the third time that evening when you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud gasp from you as you bite down a little too harder than intended on his hot skin while pressing the side of your face against his broad shoulders. "Jaemin.. Jaem, I'm.. Oh god"

"I know, doll, i know.. Me too, let go for me" he holds your hips in a grip tight enough to leave a light bruise or two while reaching between your bodies to find comfort on your clit again, making you let out a choked moan as Jaemin ended up being the one doing most of the work.

You fall off the edge once again, this time harder than the previous ones as your tears slip and fall onto his shoulder, seeping into his shirt and onto the skin, making him go faster, chasing his high while dragging yours for a second or two longer.

"Jaem, too much..it hurts-" you sob in a whiny tone which was more than enough to throw Jaemin off his edge too, rubbing fast circles on your clit while ribbons of his essence coat your walls as he lets out a loud, long groan of your name.

He stops his moment on your clit, but continues to move slowly to draw out all the arousal from his member, only stopping when he feels himself grow soft inside of you, the feeling making you clench around him weakly which makes him jolt due to the sensitivity.

Knowing it'd only make a mess to remove himself from inside you, he decides to stay in, muttering out a series of praises that he let linger in the air.

"That.. felt good," you speak into the silence, voice hoarse and weak, worn out from all the activity as you silently thank him for making you feel so good, a sense of accomplishment spread through his chest, finally fulfilling his wish of corrupting you, and most importantly, making you his. He kisses your forehead after pushing out strands of tresses that covered it,

"Anything for my babygirl"

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just-another-ficwriter · 3 years

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Holidate - Part Two

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 1600ish

Warning: Mentions of sex, alcohol, overbearing parents

Summary: Tired of being alone on holidays, Sweet Pea and Y/N decide to be each other’s plationic plus-ones all year round. What could go wrong?

Notes: Next update will be Valentine’s Day!

New Years Eve 2021

Sweet Pea’s still a little confused by it all when he finds himself waiting for her outside Thistle House five days later.

He’d laughed for a solid five minutes while she’d explained the whole thing, picked at little flaws in her otherwise perfect plan, would anyone really believe they were together just like that, and then found him self instantly saying yes when she asks again despite it all.

Maybe it was the hopeful look in her eyes. Maybe it’s because he knew deep down anything is better than spending New Years Eve alone.

Or maybe it was simply the attractive woman asking him on a fake date with no strings attached, an easy solution to both their problems that might actually work.

He’d nodded in agreement when she’d suggested they put some rules in place, invisible barriers to help this run as smoothly as possible.

“No sex.”

“Not a problem.” He leans over the table, shoving a fistful of fries into his mouth to stifle a groan. It hadn’t meant to come out like that. Y/N huffs, only mildly offended that he’d so easily accepted. She flicks him off in response, a roll of her eyes. “Okay rule number two, this isn’t some New Years romance, no falling in love with me at midnight.”

She snorts, directs the curly fry away from her mouth and at his head instead. “I’ll try my best.”

“Speaking of midnight.” He raises an eyebrow as a flicker of curiosity erupts in his mind while he tries to guess where this is going. “I’m not kissing you, fake date or not.”

He laughs, a wicked grin pulling at his lips, a quick wink that’s almost missed as he reaches for the fry basket once again. “We’ll see.”

“Sorry I’m late.” He turns to see her rushing up behind, hand pulling down at the hem of her dress, not that it was doing much. “My Mom became insufferable when I said I had a date.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but can’t quite pick the right words. Y/N’s fast to notice the way his eyes widen, watches them slowly travel from her face down to her legs and back up again.

She’ll give him this much, she thinks, she is his date after all, and she’ll be the first to admit the dress is out of the ordinary for her - a pale pink glittery number that stops short on her thighs and shows a little more cleavage than she’s used to.

“Anyone told you it’s rude to stare?” She hides the warmth darkening her cheeks with a smirk, laughs when his eyes snap back to hers a little embarrassed and doesn’t let herself think too much about the shadow of a smile on his lips.

“You look hot.” So maybe he’d had a few beers before hand, and maybe he’s a little buzzed, but Y/N looks gorgeous and he didn’t have a problem telling her that. There wasn’t a need for a filter tonight, he didn’t need to impress her like this thing between them was real. She just scoffs, shoves playfully at his shoulders. “What? I can say that because you’re my date.”

An eye roll on her behalf, an arm looping through his, a grin forming on both their faces as they move forward. “I suppose you don’t look too bad yourself.”

They barely make it a few steps insides before Toni spots them, waving with her free hand while a cocktail occupies her other. “Y/N!”

“I’m so glad you made it.” The two jump into a hug, squeezing at each other shoulders while Sweet Pea distracts himself with the giant Christmas tree that stands tall in the centre of the room. He’s pretty sure he’s never seen anything like it.

Toni almost does a double take when she sees him, pulling back from Y/N so she can look between them both. “Wait a second- did you two come together?”

“Kind of.” Sweet Pea shrugs like it’s not important, exchanges a worried glance down at Y/N. If anyone’s going to see through this whole farcade it’s Toni.

“Huh.” He watches her whole face light up at the idea, her arm now wrapped lazily around Y/N’s waist, it’s easy to see how close they are. “I never saw that coming, I should have introduced you sooner.”

“Okay look at those pair.” Sweet Pea tilts his beer bottle, gesturing towards the edge of the makeshift dance floor where a couple moved wildly together, bodies grinding in a way that was almost too inappropriate for public.

She feels like she’s intruding just by looking in their direction. “A little raunchy for a public event don’t you think?”

“Definitely a new couple starting out, all that passion-“ She shuddered while he smirks, knocks back what’s left in her wine glass before tapping at his shoulder and nodded in the opposite direction, continuing their game of people watching. It had been a fun way to pass the time; he’d made her laugh, and it was much better than following her sisters or Toni around, miserably surrounded by other couples.

“What about him?” Sweet Pea follows her gaze, eyes landing on a man that keeps wringing his hands nervously, a shine of sweat on his forehead as he anxiously speaks to the girl next to him.

“Easy.” He raises the beer to his lips, takes a quick sip while she waits for him to elaborate. “He’s proposing at midnight.”

“You think?”

“Look at him, he’s a wreck.” She laughs, about to add that maybe he just doesn’t like to dance when something else catches his eye and he’s pointing off to the side. “Now, how about those two?”

Y/N cranes her neck, tries to find the couple he’s talking about and almost falls off her chair in disbelief. Stood at the back of the room, almost concealed by darkness, making out like two teenagers- “Oh my god that’s my Mom!”

Sweet Pea chokes in shock, narrowing his eyes, straining to get a better look. “Is that FP?”

Y/N groans beside him, the sound audible over the heavy bass of the music pulsing around the room. “I need another drink.”

“She just doesn’t get it.” A few hours in and Y/N starts to slur slightly, red wine nearly spilling from its glass as she waves it around frantically, trying to get her point across. “Maybe I don’t want to settle down.”

“You don’t?” He eyes her from behind his glass of whiskey. An uneasy feeling settles over his chest, one that shouldn’t be there. He shouldn’t care if she wants to settle down or not.

“I mean not right now.” She shrugs, and her whole body slumps. There’s more to the story there, something she isn’t sharing but Sweet Pea decides not pry. Not that she gives him a chance to anyway. “I know it’s only because she cares, but sometimes I just wish she wouldn’t. You know?”

He nods, and for the first time that night a silence falls between them and Sweet Pea finds his heart sinking at the look at her face. So he leans over, plucks the glass from hand, and replaces it with his own. “Dance with me?”

“Lead the way.” She laughs, letting him yank her towards the dance floor. Normally she wouldn’t bother, she wasn’t exactly know for dancing at these things, but all the alcohol definitely helped. And as they both giggle, getting used to spinning each other in circles and jumping around, they music starts to slow.

Sweet Pea doesn’t hesitate, wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her towards his chest. She doesn’t register the countdown sounding around them, content with swaying back and fore, her head on his shoulder. But then he spins her out in front, pulls her back into him with a gentle tug just as the crowd yells ‘one’ and kisses her without thinking.

Her lips still tingle with the rule break when they pull away. “What was that?”

He nods subtly over her shoulder, asks her not to turn around to suddenly before explaining. “You’re Mom’s watching, gotta make it believable right?”

She feels a little queasy.

The Uber ride back to her apartment is filled with an unbearable silence. The kiss had thrown things off balance between them, and when she’d awkwardly offered to find her own way home he’d refused, insisted on making sure she got home safe.

“So tonight wasn’t awful.” He states, teasing her. If the car wasn’t so dark, he’d have seen the way she blushed.

“Yeah it was fun.” She agrees, and then they’re quiet again, a tension growing thick between them.

It isn’t until the car stops outside her home that he speaks up once more. “So uh- do you think you’d need Holidate for Valentine’s Day?”

“That’s in February.” She gasps, shaking her head at the idea. “Who says we won’t have found someone real by then.”

Her words make his throat burn. “Doesn’t hurt to be prepared. Plus FP throws this whole family day thing for the workers at the garage, would be nice to show up with someone that isn’t my best friend and his boyfriend...”

“Well then, I have your number-“ She reaches for the door handle, pushes it open and steps into the cold night air. “I’ll text you if I’m free.”

And then she’s gone, a door slamming shut in her wake and Sweet Pea’s left wondering if he’ll ever see her again.

Sweet Pea Masterlist

Forever Taglist: @p-marie-sp

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Holidate Taglist: @popcrone818 @dcnerd98

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the-mad-hattie · 3 years

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Ichi Crushes a Child

Ichi was sleeping soundly in the morning, nothing to do today so plenty of extra hours they could sleep in. They let out a small breath and smiled in their sleep peacefully.

*Bang*

Ichi’s eyes shot open at the sudden crashing sound of pots being banged against each other. “She’s here.” Ichi grumbled getting out of bed ready to murder a child.

The annoyed Chara marched through the hall to the kitchen to find her, they knew it had to be Glitter, no one else would be foolish enough to wake them this early in the morning so abruptly. “Glitter!” They yelled turning into the kitchen.

Ichi looked through the kitchen not spotting anyone, but a floating ladle near where the pans hung caught their attention. They watched it start banging on the pots creating the crashing sound again. Their anger was turning into curiosity at the self moving and misbehaving kitchenware.

“Hello?” Ichi called out as they approached the ladle. After getting close they realized it wasn’t moving by itself, a tiny person was holding it. “I remember you being small, but not bug sized.”

“Hey! I’m not a bug!” Smol Glitter squeaked back angrily.

Ichi reached over and picked up the tiny Glitter between their fingers. “Could have fooled me.” They remarked about her size again. “And stop banging on those pots already.”

“I had to wake you. Now make us some breakfast.” Glitter demanded.

They had originally intended on punishing Glitter for waking them, but Ichi’s anger had faded by the time they found this different and tinier Glitter. Instead Ichi cooked them both up some eggs and bacon to eat.

The pair now sat on the couch watching a show as they ate their breakfast. Things were peaceful again before Ichi’s phone suddenly started blowing up with notifications.

“Why is everyone texting me all at once?” Ichi asked aloud picking up their phone. “What the hell?”

Ichi scrolled through half a dozen contacts sending angry messages for what Ichi had apparently said to them. It didn’t make any sense until Glitter spoke up.

“It’s probably all the girls in your phone.” The tiny child said after swallowing a bite of bacon.

Ichi gave a quick scroll and realized it was every girl, datefriend, and crush in their phone sending the angry texts. “What did you do?” They asked getting angry again.

“I told them all to get lost and never talk to you again.” Glitter answered.

“You what?!”

“You’re my bro bro, you don’t need to be hanging out with other girls that just want to give you kisses and cuddles.” Glitter said eating her breakfast not paying attention to the raised fist looming above her.

Ichi was about to smash the tiny child before their phone went off again with a text from Asriel. “Wait, Asriel’s thanking me?” They said aloud confused.

“I sent Asriel and Muffin kind messages since I know you forget to say how much you care about them.”

Ichi’s anger was starting to fade again. They really were bad at expressing feelings, so Glitter doing it for them was kind of a big favor. Ichi opened their fist and picked up Glitter instead of smashing her. “Let’s go wash these wishes and then play a game.”

“Hide and seek!” Glitter suggested as Ichi carried her back to the kitchen to clean up before their game.

“Ready or not, here I come.” Ichi announced after finishing their counting and went off to find the tiny Glitter. She definitely had the advantage given her size, but it wasn’t as though there were unlimited hiding spots in the house, just more she could utilize with her tiny size.

Ichi looked under pillows, furniture, beds, inside of drawers and dressers; but they couldn’t find Glitter anywhere. The only places left would be inside the walls or under the floorboards at this point, but there were no easily accessible places like that, except where they hid their chocolate.

“Oh she better not be!” Ichi said in a serious tone returning to their bedroom to move their dresser and lift up the floorboard to check on their candy stash.

After scooting the dresser aside Ichi could see the floorboard already removed, inside was Glitter eating their stash of candy. An angry Ichi raised their foot ready to crush Glitter and the empty wrapper remains of their candy stash, but to their surprise Glitter turned around and handed a candybar to Ichi.

“I saved you the chocolate since I know you like it best.” Glitter smiled, unaware Ichi was about to smash them to bits.

“Oh.” Ichi responded surprised and lowered their foot back down to the floor away from Glitter. Looking past the tiny gremlin Ichi did notice she exclusively ate the candy they didn’t really care for, saving every piece of chocolate for them. “Thanks.” Ichi said taking the chocolate candybar.

“And you found me too.” Glitter congratulated Ichi on winning and put her arms in the air to indicate to Ichi permission to lift them.

The previously vengeful giant gently lifted Glitter out of the hiding spot and set her on their shoulder while they put the board back and scooted the dresser back over it. “I guess a new game now?”

“Let’s play a board game!” Glitter suggested.

Ichi and smol Glitter played games until it was becoming evening, Glitter unknowingly building up in Ichi the urge to crush her every time she beat them and did her dumb little victory dance to taunt them. Luckily for Glitter she lost as many times as Ichi did depending on the game, so like the previous times throughout the day Ichi was able to hold back from crushing the poor girl.

As the most recent game was being put away a new text was received, this time from Sour Patches. She must have been late seeing the breakup text Glitter had sent all the date friends earlier and Ichi expected a hateful response like from everyone else, but instead it read like a return of affection?

“That’s weird?”

“What is?” Glitter asked from below Ichi on the floor.

“Every other date friend sent me hateful replies to what you sent them, but SP has the same feelings for me back she says?” Ichi summarized the reply for Glitter.

“Oh I sent her a love confession.”

“What?! Why!” Ichi demanded.

“Well you keep telling everyone you don’t like her already, so I couldn’t just send her that kind of message like I sent all the others, so I just did the opposite and told her you like her.” Glitter answered.

Dead silence. Ichi had finally snapped after everything they had forgiven the tiny Glitter for today, but confessing to SP on their behalf was too far. They looked down at Glitter and gave her a smile that sent a shifter down her spine. “We need a new game right?”

“We don’t have to, I could just go home.” Glitter very awkwardly responded fearing that smile.

“I insist, one more game.” Ichi said raising their foot high in the air. “Let’s play crush the bug.”

“I don’t like this game!” Glitter screamed as Ichi chased her tiny form through the house, each stomp of Ichi’s foot landing closer and closer to her before *squish* ____________________________________________

@girl-in-a-hoodie1 @channydraws

There, I finished it. Y’all are terrible for requesting this.

#Ichi #smol Glitter

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sometipsygnostalgic · 3 years

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Adventure Time Reviewed: Season 1 part 1

As promised, I’m going through the Adventure Time series. I’m going to write brief reviews for each of the eps as I watch them, in groups.

Slumber Party Panic to Prisoners of Love

S1E01: Slumber Party Panic

This made an outstanding choice for a first episode, even if it wasn’t the intended premiere, because SPP shows you a brief package of what themes the show would keep through its run, rather than just a brief adventure. It’s really funny that the first appearance of Princess Bubblegum in the series is her raising the dead, it being a big mistake, and her lying to the candy people to protect them and describing them as ignorant, then making a 12 year old keep a royal promise. This ep shows Finn’s early season character - an amped up, anxious kid who wants to keep everyone happy but sometimes can’t. And it has Jake trying to pry the information from him, because from Jake’s perspective it is out of character for Finn to keep secrets, and he is also messed up after finding Dead Mr Creampuff’s sock with Finn. (Mr Creampuff and Manfried are both in this ep, and they will continue to be the funniest retcons of all time to me) What was absolutely retconned after this ep was the brokenness of the Gumball Guardians. It’s hilarious that Bubblegum programmed them to go apeshit if someone breaks a promise to her. If only they could have frozen time during the final battle against GOLB. I liked the part in ETDBIDK where you have to answer a maths question while dodging their attacks, even if it went on a bit too long. The ep also subverts its message. Bubblegum asks Finn if he learned about the consequences of breaking promises, but Finn says that if he breaks promises he can go on AWESOME ADVENTURES and REVERSE DEATH ITSELF, and PB goes whatever, youre too cute to yell at.

The music in SPP is surreal. Seriously, listen to this ep. The tension it creates when Finn is told to make a royal promise because the zombies will explode, and how the music so naturally swings with the mood of the ep. Excellent score!

As Jake said,“This is messed up, but cute!”

S1E02: Trouble in Lumpy Space

This is the introduction to LSP and to Lumpy Space. Lumpy space is a beautiful if rather barren environment. I do think more could have been done with it in AT, because there are not many episodes that take place in space. One design choice I found SUPER COOL in this ep is the sun has a green halo around it. I can’t actually find the sun again, I even looked on the wiki but there are no images, so it must have appeared for a brief instance. But it looked great!

LSP as a character was always incredibly selfish, but she also has this vibe of being a teenager who dwells far too much on teenager feelings. She NEVER takes anything seriously, unless it’s teen drama. And you can see that in full effect here. I love LSP. I love how much of an asshole she is, yet she has this sort of charm, because she’s so spiteful but in the teenage idiot kind of way rather than in a genuinely malicious way. It’s like she doesn’t understand right and wrong and is driven by pure instinct. And she’s voiced by Pen Ward! His LSP voice is the best.

I love Finn and Jake getting lumpified. There is some great voice acting on behalf of Jeremy Shada to pull this off.

Favourite joke: When Jake talks about how he might get lumpified, and if it happens Finn says he’ll bury him next to the treehouse, but Jake is alarmed and says he just wanted to be accepted, what did Finn think he was going to say? LMAO

Other good one: “We were drawn back by your directionless fury. Here! PCHOO! Get your girl back!” “Yeah there’s no girl.”

Finn in this ep is having some issues communicating. He ends up having an outburst at LSP, even though it wasn’t entirely her fault that the smooth posers took away the orb, it was theirs too. Finn was having a bad day.

I wish Jellybeans Have Power started with PB and SP bouncing on marshmallows like in this episode rather than having tea in her room. That would’ve been a nice callback.

Anyway, Trouble in Lumpy Space is great. These two eps are really good introductions to the series.

S1E03: Prisoners of Love

I love the joke with the snow golem’s cat head. There is an immediate callback to the Pilot, with Finn and Jake having fun in the snow. I always liked how fun these scenes looked, they are very very rare later in the series. There’s even a homage to penguin surfing, but the penguins are surfing on Jake this time. Finn and Jake act like jerks to the Ice King for like no reason. “Do you know what Ice King means?” “A big nerd!” “Oh, holy cow!” *fistbump*

“There’s a big sleepy lava man in our front yard, and he is SO hot.” “Mmmhmm....” “Nonono I take it - I mean, not like SEXY hot--” “No, no you DO mean sexy hot!” “NO! I mean---” Oh Adventure Time. Gay jokes on episode 3, and these would continue throughout the show. But as soon as you imply two of your main girl characters are or were in love, suddenly the network hounds onto you like dogs :/ Rebecca Sugar herself said that it’s much more likely you’ll get gay content in if it’s presented as a joke, or Wrong somehow, like Jake and Ice King getting married later in the season.

“Now now, I brought you a baby! And a PUPPY!” In his twisted way, Ice King thought the princesses would want to have Finn and Jake there. It’s also a good thing Finn and Jake got kidnapped because otherwise they wouldn’t have discovered Ice King locked up a bunch of princesses.

Ice King himself is a fun character already. He’s not shown as doing outright evil stuff to Finn and Jake for the sake of it. He seems heavily misguided, and idiotic, trying in his weird way to make friends. Then again.... “IceKing - let the girls go! They don’t want to be here.” “Of course they do! I’d have killed them already if they didn’t want to be here! Right ladies?” Ice King I’m increasingly certain the only reason you haven’t been dissected on Bubblegum’s lab table is because of your connection to Marceline, but that is some late series lore. As for the early seasons, wtf dude!

The flute song Finn plays in this ep is very similar to the one he plays in Lemonhope part 2. The Lemonhope version is more complete. “You broke it when we tried picking the lock to that sad ogre’s heart!” Oh my god that is such an AT line, you can imagine an entire emotional adventure based on that.

Ice King has a drawing of Bubblegum on his keyboard...

I love how the princesses are clearly quite traumatized by this affair, having been held for weeks, but the most Ice King did was ask them about their favourite sports, while threatening to kill them if they didnt play the keyboard..... it’s like a parody of a twisted serial killer. AT’s dark humor is my favourite.

Finn is a hot headed kid. He knows that the Ice King needs some kind of help but doesn’t know where to start. He knows he’s probably too young to understand. But Jake hasn’t got the patience to help.

Cosmic Owl’s first appearance!!!!!

#adventure time #adventure time reviewed

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Jonathan Braxley, Triple Distilled Club, and other people’s money

Jonathan Braxley AKA Jon Braxley AKA Bradley Jon.

Jon Braxley does not now, nor has he ever, held any directorships or chairman titles in Australia for software based businesses.

A statement from Milk & Honey PR on behalf of their client Jonathan Braxley

Reevera is a dynamic software development company leading the way in user friendly, software and IT for the arbitrage industry.

A statement on the website of Reevera, a software company in Australia of which Jonathan Braxley was director.

I have spent the last six months trying to get Jonathan Braxley to answer a few simple questions – to give me names of some of the companies he set up, to explain what they did, or what happened to them. I have asked for explanations of how he became an expert in such disparate fields as real estate, software sales, and sports arbitrage betting. I have also asked why there are multiple accusations of fraud against him on the internet. For someone who loves to talk, Bradley seems pointedly unwilling to actually tell me anything.

His denial about Reevera is a good example – his business partner in this and other ventures was an old friend of his named Stephen ‘Steo’ Keating, AKA Steifin Ceitinn, currently being prosecuted in Australia for being the ringleader of a gang that scammed millions out of consumers with fraudulent software sales. All Bradley would say about Keating was that he is not currently in business with him.

Jonathan Braxley also told me he has nothing to do with Freedom Investment Club. Here he is representing them at a seminar in San Diego 2015:

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Here he is on the Freedom Investment Club Vimeo hosting a Freedom Investment Club webinar:

This has been typical of my dealings with Bradley via Milk & Honey PR, who represent his Triple Distilled Club operation and its wholly owned subsidiary The Craft Irish Whiskey Company. He tells me almost nothing, and when I do ask a question, he either ignores it or gives a misleading answer.

So the question is – why? Why the unwillingness to supply basic information to back up his grandiose claims about his business acumen? I have no idea. But I can give you a couple of reasons why you should not invest in Triple Distilled Club.

The Background

Before Triple Distilled Club (W&WC), there were few places where you could buy casks of whiskey in Ireland. The vast majority were cask clubs, where a new distillery generates much-needed revenue by selling casks to fans. The casks are usually priced between the €5k and €9k mark. These are not really investments – it is unlikely that you will make a mint on a €6k cask when you decide to bottle or sell, as the purchase price was high. Cask clubs are more like a distillery fan club.

Enter W&WC, who offered to connect distilleries to cask buyers at prices lower than cask clubs – their first offering was casks from West Cork Distillers. It seemed like a good proposition to all concerned – West Cork Distillers believed that the casks were going to be offered at a reasonable mark-up from their asking price of about a grand a cask. Except W&WC are not offering value, they are offering casks sold in pallets of six for €17k.

West Cork Distillers were also the source for Jonathan Braxley’s Craft Irish Whiskey Company, which also offered casks direct to consumers but more in a cask-club style. Those casks were priced at €7,650, with claims that a distillery was being built. Bradley told one Irish journalist that he has stills on order, but when I asked about this, seeking to know where he was ordering them from, he declined to answer. I also asked where his distillery was being built. Again, silence.

West Cork Distillers are no longer dealing with Bradley, nor are they going to be dealing with him in the future. Despite this, in an interview last July, Bradley insisted he was getting more casks this year from West Cork Distillers. This, West Cork Distillers have emphatically stated, is not the case. In fact, after seeing the prices W&WC were charging for casks, West Cork Distillers launched their cask co-operative where punters could buy casks for reasonable prices. It makes sense – West Cork Distillers have mature whiskey bottled and on supermarket shelves so you can test before you invest. West Cork Distillers have also been in operation for well over a decade, so they have a proven track record in business.

The next cask offering from W&WC was less quantifiable. Boann in Louth only started distilling late last year after long delays. Their current whiskey, The Whistler, is sourced – they don’t make it, they just bottle it. So there is no way of knowing what the quality of their distillery output – ie, the liquid in the casks being bought through W&WC – is going to be like. Despite this Boann have been central to the W&WC operation for some time, with prospective buyers being shown around the distillery, with Jonathan Braxley acting as guide. Bradley is also offering members of the media tours of the distillery.

In what might have come as a surprise to the Cooney family, who own Boann, Bradley recently launched an ambitious bid to take over the distillery and brewery group, saying that the Cooney children ‘did not see themselves as being capable’ of taking the company forward.

It’s worth pointing out that, aside from W&WC, not one of the many, many business entities that I know of which Bradley has been involved in are in existence today. The lifespan for his projects appears to be two years, then it folds, and he moves on.

There are two pieces written about Triple Distilled Club which are worth reading: One is on Bond Review. It eviscerates W&WC; but it also highlights that Jonathan Braxley was named as Bradley Jon on the company documents. When I queried this with W&WC they blamed a company formation firm, and they corrected the error. I also queried why Jonathan Braxley was, at that time, not named or photographed on the W&WC team page. He has since been added.

We review Triple Distilled Club – returns of 10% to 20% per year with "relatively little risk"? #whiskey#unregulatedinvestments #reviews https://t.co/KSCZrf4M5R

— Bond Review (@BondReview) August 13, 2019

Then there is Peter Mulryan’s piece, which asks some serious legal questions about investing in whiskey casks generally, but was written in reaction to W&WC.

For now it would appear the only distillery willing to supply Bradley are Boann. Even Great Northern refuses to deal with them. In fact, when W&WC first appeared they were telling potential customers that they had a contract with Great Northern Distillery for supply. Great Northern contacted W&WC via their solicitor to ensure they stopped using their name.

The Deal

So imagine you bought six casks from W&WC at the start when they were sourcing from West Cork Distillers. You paid around €17k for them. Then consider all the members of the West Cork Distillers Whiskey Co-op who bought 4,000 casks priced between €800 and €1,100 a piece last year, and another 4,000 again this year. That’s 8,000 casks from the same distillery you bought from, all hitting the market around the same time yours will – ie, after three years maturation.

Then consider Great Northern’s link-up with Ally Alpine of Celtic Whiskey Shop, who are selling casks direct to consumers for similar prices to those of West Cork Distillers. So you have thousands upon thousands of casks from proven distilleries which are going to be all over the market for the next decade. But while I can flip my casks for a small profit in three years, you have to sit and wait to make the same profit as you bought at a higher price.

Reading the W&WC brochures, you would never know any of this. In fact, there is a lot wrong with their brochures.

The first iteration of their brochure has a photo stolen from the Irish Whiskey Association Twitter account. Taken at a whiskey tourism launch in Midleton, the photo included IDL archivist Carol Quinn and Minister Andrew Doyle. Neither gave their consent for the image to be used by W&WC. The IWA requested it be removed. After some time, a new W&WC brochure was released, without the stolen photo, but with similar amounts of what one industry accountant described to me as ‘fantasy economics’. Here’s a sample:

The future for the Irish whiskey market looks incredibly optimistic. In May 2019, Redbreast released a limited-edition bottle called the Dream Cask. All 924 bottles had sold out in under 14 minutes at a cost of €340 per bottle. In September 2018, Teeling auctioned its first bottle from its new Dublin distillery. Despite the relatively early maturation age of three years, the bottle sold for £10,000…. All of this attention, coupled with big marketing budgets, bodes very positively for Irish whiskey

No it doesn’t. Dreamcask = very mature single pot still, a commodity only one distillery in Ireland currently has. The Teeling bottle mentioned was auctioned for charity and the rest of them sold for 55 euro. So none of that has any bearing on the value of your theoretical cask of Boann or West Cork whiskey.

Here is another excerpt:

30 years to grow €3,000 to €300,000

There have been recent reports of record prices achieved on rare whiskies. For example, a 12-year-old ex-Bourbon cask with an asking price of €75,000 was sold via Midleton’s cask circle, as well as a 16-year-old cask for €320,000 (400 litres, which is double the size of our casks, so €160,000 by comparison). Another example is a 27-year-old 500-litre Marsala cask which went on sale for a colossal price of €907,000.

And a slightly subdued disclaimer:

While not all 27-year-old casks will achieve this, it’s an important marker for just how much an aged barrel can sell for

No it isn’t. Midleton’s cask circle mostly offered single pot still whiskey. Again, there is no other distillery with stocks of SPS at the age Midleton has. So the value of those SPS casks is not representative of how much you will sell your SPS casks in 20 years time, when the nation will be awash in casks of SPS from West Cork Distillers, GND et al.

You would need to know a little about whiskey to understand this, and this is where Triple Distilled Club thrive – with people who have only seen the headlines about the Irish whiskey boom and know that they want in, without really understanding what they are actually getting themselves into.

The long history of Scotch tells us that whisky is cyclical – there are periods of boom, and then oversupply when distilleries get shuttered. We will most likely be the same. Right now there is a boom, but with distilleries popping up all over the country, in ten years we will be swimming in whiskey – the cask value today is today’s value, not a decade’s time. The graph will not continue to rise as it has.

The ‘Wealth Advisors’

So what happens when a punter expresses an interest in investing with W&WC? I spoke to one person who found out. He works in the emergency services in Dublin, lives in Naas with his wife and kids. He didn’t want to be named. But this is what he told me:

“Last October I was looking to invest some money. An ad for investing in Triple Distilled Clubkept coming up. I don’t claim to know a huge amount about whiskey but I do like the odd dram so I downloaded the information and read it (you need to put in your contact details to download). It seemed too good to be true and although I was interested I decided not to act on it as I didn’t know enough about it.

“A few days later I got a phone call from Sue Kiernan of Whiskey and Wealth, she gave more information and explained that the possible returns were extremely good – up to 55% compound – and asked if I was interested in investing as they were coming to the back end of their third cask release. I said that I would need to check up on a few things before I could commit as it was more than I had planned to invest (this was really to get her off the phone as she was becoming very convincing, she was very knowledgeable and knew her stuff). In the coming days I didn’t really do any background checks and thought that would be the end of it but a few days later Sue phoned me again.

“She said that there was only a few casks left in their 3rd release and if I wanted to hold them I would have to make a small deposit before they were gone. The next release would be in early 2020 at significantly higher prices. Sue explained the cost involved i.e. 17k for a pallet of six Single Malt which could return up to 47k after five years.

“I reluctantly gave her a €300 deposit to hold six casks which I received a receipt for online, Sue said it was fully refundable so that gave me some comfort.

“It was then that I started to check up on whether W&WC was as good as it sounded. On their YouTube video it shows Boann Distillery with W&WC investors who all seemed very happy. So I contacted Boann and spoke to Patrick Cooney. I asked him if W&WC was legit, he was very honest and explained that he had been paid by W&WC and had entered into a deal with them. He also said that the price of a cask is significantly less than the price W&WC were charging me for.

“He wouldn’t say if W&WC claims were correct but if they were he would be keeping all the casks for himself.

“I then received the Offer Documents from W&WC which stated that I had placed an order for 6 Pot Still casks from the 2nd release so I decided to call in unannounced to the W&WC Dublin office which is on Harcourt St. to meet and talk to people face to face, as there was something not right here.

“The door of No. 20 Harcourt St. was locked and W&WC did not show on the list of companies on the door buzzers. I waited outside and after a while someone came out so I ran in. I walked the whole building and asked other staff if they knew where W&WC was in the building, nobody had heard of them. I then rang Sue on her office number she answered and I asked her if I could call in to see her in the office as I was in the area. She said that she was working from home that day but she could meet me somewhere to save me driving all the way from Naas.

“I phoned several other distilleries over the next few days and all of them were quite sceptical about W&WC, most of them were selling casks for more than W&WC but they explained that it was not as an investment but more as a way for some people to feel a part of the whiskey process while giving ownership in a unique way.

“They said that not much money if any would be made by their own cask members, that was not the reason it was intended.

“I arranged to meet Sue in Avoca on the Naas Road later that week. I asked her for more details about where the whiskey is coming from as it’s clearly not from Boann, she said that it comes from many small craft distilleries around the country but that Boann had some problems setting up their distillery which meant they had to go elsewhere for their casks.

“I asked her about the lack of an office and she said that they were in the process of getting it painted and she was working from home in the meantime. I mentioned that the offer was incorrect and I was been given Pot Still which is less expensive than Single Malt which I was told I was ordering. She couldn’t explain why that had happened. The next day I told her that I had decided not to go ahead with investing and could I have the deposit back, she said of course and that it would be done straight away as promised.

“A week later nothing had happened so I phoned her again, no answer so I sent an email politely reminding her to refund the deposit, no response. I continued to leave voice messages and emails over the next few days and eventually while calling from my wife’s phone I got through. Sue explained that she was out of the country for a few days and apologised and that the deposit would be refunded straight away. Another couple of weeks passed and still nothing, again I phoned and emailed with no response.

“On the 9th of December I sent another email saying that if I had not heard back by the close of business, I was going to the papers. Amazingly, I was contacted that evening by the Richmond Office in London with a full refund.”

I asked the PR firm about the Harcourt Street office that does not exist, and they responded: “Triple Distilled Club has offices in both Dublin and London. We have a serviced office which a team of two in Dublin who use it as a satellite office. We anticipate this team will grow by year end to 20 and require a more permanent office. We did the same in Richmond with a small serviced Regus office that housed our first six employees, until such a time as we outgrew it. We now have a two storey 3,500 sq ft permanent office in Richmond with 27 staff. We anticipate this team will grow to 45 by the end of 2020.”

Sue Kiernan is Jonathan Braxley’s sister. She was also director of Nedax Financial Consulting Team Limited, also trading as Gosling Investments, Richard Group, Financial Software Systems, and Managh Systems Inc. There is a discussion about Gosling Investments – which sold sports arbitrage software for 7,500 – on Ask About Money, the Irish consumer website. There is a similar thread on Boards.ie about the same company.

Jon Bradley, another sibling, was also a director of Nedax. He was also director of Share Success Online, also trading as Acorn Wealth Strategies Limited, Market Price Today and Guardian Trades. It sold share trading software. And once again, there is a discussion about the firm(s) on Ask About Money. There is also this from the Irish Independent:

A Birr, Co Offaly, auctioneer was lured into handing over €7,000 to an internet agency which promised quick and easy money simply by following its stock trading tips, a judge heard today.

Barrister James Nerney, counsel for auctioneer Glen Corcoran, told the Circuit Civil Court his client had been promised in a brochure that he would “make money and achieve financial freedom”.

Mr Nerney said Corcoran, of Tumbeagh, Ballinahown, Co Offaly, had been promised a programme of training, education and coaching in profitably dealing on the stock market via its software package.

“The brochure had been followed up with phone calls and emails which had led to his entering into a contract in January last year,” Mr Nerney said.

Corcoran told Judge Jacqueline Linnane that following representations by John Lawlor, a manager with Acorn Wealth Strategies Limited, which trades as Share Success out of a Balbriggan, Co Dublin, industrial unit he “signed up and forwarded €6,990 by electronic transfer” to the company.

He said that in a cold call phone conversation Lawlor asked if he would like to make money and make it quickly with minimal time and effort. The company had promised him “a lucrative money making strategy as quickly as possible.”

He had been assured he would be trained in finding stock trading opportunities and forecasting market trends in a unique package which had turned out to be simply a licence agreement to deal in “contract for difference” opportunities and not hard physical share dealing.

“I wanted to make money and had been attracted to the original offer, Mr Corcoran said. “When I raised the matter of CFD’s with Mr Lawlor he said I could make money with them whether the economy was in boom or recession,” Mr Corcoran said.

He said the training he had been promised turned out to be two or three 10-minute on-line sessions a week with a Zac Harris.

Mr Corcoran said he had “fared fairly poorly” with his attempts to signalling financial movements in the market but had not reached the stage of investing further monies before contact and correspondence with Share Success had dried up.

He had later told Harris and Lawlor of his disappointment and lack of progress and had sought reimbursement of his money before going to James Lucey, his solicitor, who issued proceedings in November last.

Judge Linnane granted Mr Corcoran judgment for €6,990 against Acorn Wealth Strategies Limited, trading as Share Success, Unit 12, Balbriggan Enterprise and Training Centre, Stephenstown Industrial Park, Balbriggan, Co Dublin.

The defendant did not appear in court and a legal firm which had been representing the company was allowed to come off record for them.

After the case Mr Corcoran said he hoped his case would highlight “this poor business practice” to anyone else who may have dealings with the defendant.

Andrea Bradley, the fourth sibling, was also involved in a number of businesses with James and their father Shamus, as well as Steo Keating’s D11 Enterprises.

Shamus passed away late last year, and a video of his funeral – in which a recording of him asking to be let out of the coffin was played – went viral around the world. In the media coverage of the man and his life which followed, there was no mention of his work in software sales.

A furniture upholsterer by trade, Shamus Bradley was a cook in the army for a few years, and worked as a debt collector, where he earned himself a conviction for a brutal, prolonged assault on noted equestrian Ken Bryan, then a draper in Portarlington. Ironically, some years later Bradley was taken to court himself over unpaid debts to a furniture company.

Shamus Bradley emigrated to Florida in 1990 where he ran a pub; he then worked in sales for two years selling frozen meat; before moving to Australia and moving into software sales. He joined a small software firm, taking a share of the company in return for running the sales division.

The software package he sold was called Global Trader, and there is a lengthy thread here dedicated to it. It also gets mentioned in a thread about World Trading College, which Shamus Bradley and a taxi driver named Ray Dalglish ran. The duo also ran Principal Investments, which also operated as Trading Like A Bank and which boasts this absolutely bonkers promo from former Aussie Rules star Warwick Capper.

While Jonathan Braxley claims he had nothing to do with any software firms in Australia, he was listed as chairman of Global Trader on their website in August 2006, with Steo Keating listed as secretary.

I spoke to one of the software developers behind Global Trader under condition of anonymity. He worked on software projects with the Australian military before moving into international banking. After returning to Australia, he helped create Global Trader. He told me about his experience with both Bradleys and Keating. His name has been tarnished ever since – he is lambasted in posts about Global Trader, as he was pushed out as the public face of it.

He was also the creator of a sports arbitrage package which he was commissioned to build for Jonathan Braxley and Steo Keating’s AusSoft entity. The product was called ArbATrader, and complaints about it are easy to find – you can read them here, here, here and here. Many of Bradley’s firms are interlinked or interchangeable – the AusSoft website had a number of celebrity endorsements. The exact same celebrity endorsements were also used on the website of Bradley’s Globalsoft entity.

Jonathan Braxley does admit that he hired the developer to create the first generation of his sport arbitrage software, but claims he commissioned a ‘more robust’ version which he then released via an Irish-registered software firm named Baranstone, of which he was director. He does not mention the name of the firm under which he released the first package. He did not address the other accusations which the developer made and which I put to him.

On the Wayback Machine you can still see many of the websites of Jonathan Braxley’s business entities – Baranstone, Globalsoft, AusSoft, and the aforementioned Reevera, the Australian-registered software business of which Jonathan Braxley was director, while Steo Keating was secretary.

Reevera offered software that it described as the amazing amalgamation of technology and pure genius called Syntrade. Through this exciting new software, a small but fast growing group of professional sports arbitrageurs have arisen. These are the people who are continually finding the risk free, tax free, (depending on where you live) profitable sports arbitrage trades. These are the people setting new standards in arbitrage and they are becoming known within the industry as Syntrageurs.

Sports arbitrage blogger Shane Greenup was less enthused, denouncing Reevera’s Syntrade software package as a rehash of AusSoft’s ArbATrader. Greenup was also highly critical of Baranstone and its SORT system.

Greenup told me via email that sports arbitrage was the bitcoin of its day as it was new, complex and lay people did not understand it.

“It was an easy thing to scam people with because technically it does work. You can make money doing it, and you can make 1%, 2%, 3% trades – and you can show people the odds that create these trades. You can show them past bets which you actually made which returned these kinds of returns…. and then you can just imply that you can do that every few hours with all of their money and they will be making 100s of percent returns per annum! (which is the lie, because you can’t do it with all of the money, and you can’t do it that often, and it takes a lot of work, and there is a limit to how much money you can move through the system).

“But all of the details are based in fact, and it is easy to omit the difficult bits and create a compelling narrative which looks legitimate. And yeah, I think it was a fad from back when arbitrage trading was new, and the profit was there to be made. These days the scams have moved on to Cryptocurrencies for the same reasons.

“Technically, there is money there to be made. But no, anyone selling you a scheme which guarantees to make that money for you is a liar.”

One of the most detailed complaints about Bradley’s companies is this one about Baranstone/Tradesmart. It is worth reading all the way to the end, and the comments beneath.

I did manage to find one person on LinkedIn who had Baranstone listed as a former place of employment. When I contacted him he declined to comment and immediately removed any mention of Baranstone from his profile.

I asked Jonathan Braxley about Baranstone, and this was the response: “Baranstone ran for one year in Ireland from May 2007. It was a software company enabling sports betting. When bookmaker rules changed in summer 2008, it was closed. Closing this business 11 years ago was his final involvement in this industry.”

In fact, in documents submitted to the Companies Registration Office in Dublin in late 2010, Mr Bradley changed secretary for the firm, so it was still in some level of operation three years after it was created. This was the last document filed by Mr Bradley with the CRO in relation to Baranstone.

Dublin native Steo Keating, named as the ringleader of the Irish Boys software scam gang, was prosecuted as Stiofan Ceitinn, the Irish version of his name. Among the many, many companies he ran was an entity called D11 Enterprises. Another Irish national, John Daly, was director of LTC Services, one of the firms specifically targeted by the Australian police unit which brought down the Irish Boys gang.

Globalsoft Technologies Ltd, the Irish-registered firm of which Jonathan Braxley was a director, and which also traded as Tradesmart Technologies, was described on its Australian-based website as ‘the latest expansion of the Australian-based LTC and D11 Group’.

Jonathan Braxley AKA Jon Braxley AKA Bradley Jon; with Stephen ‘Steo’ Keating AKA Steifan Ceitinn, and John Daly AKA Sean O’Dalaigh on a night out in 2009.

The Bradleys left Australia for the US around 2011. Shamus Bradley, his business partner Ray Dalglish and Jonathan Braxley then set up The American College Of Wealth, which also listed the matriarch of the family and younger daughter Andrea on their staff page. Shamus’s bio makes no mention of his time in Australia, while James’s is as follows:

Like his father, Jon Braxley has been driven from a young age to achieve greatness. Finishing school early to work in his father’s furniture factory in Ireland, he learned a valuable trade in furniture-making but couldn’t ignore an innate desire to learn about building wealth and managing money. Jon moved away from his family to settle, marry, and have children in Australia. Following in his father’s footsteps, Jon created his own business, a financial advisement corporation specializing in stock market investment and trade. As friends and family learned of his trading skills, he held informal classes in his living room and developed a love for teaching the skills he had learned and developed himself. Inspired by the banking industry, Jon founded a company that created software used by banks to execute currency trades. Partnered with a former Goldman Sachs algorithmic programmer, Jon’s company grew into a boutique private hedge fund with over 1,000 members and millions under management. At 30 years of age, Jon sold the company and retired, but remains on the board as the Chief Strategy Officer. In 2008, Jon was one of four founders creating a company selling distressed US property investments to international buyers. The organization became an incredible success, opening offices in Princeton, Atlanta, Dallas, Memphis, and Florida with global offices in Singapore, the UK, and Australia. Jon is presently the largest shareholder and sits on the board of directors. After traveling the world with his wife and three children, Jon settled into his role with his father’s previously founded financial empowerment college, ACW. He serves as CEO, bringing a wealth of experience, knowledge, and passion to the institution. ‘

No names of any of the companies where he made his millions. How odd.

The property firm mentioned is US Invest Global, a company he set up with Ryan McFarland.

I asked Mr Bradley, via the PR firm, to explain US Invest Global: “US Invest was set up 2010, a successful business with over 2,500 satisfied clients. It operated by giving international investors the opportunity to invest in the US property market. At the time, the US dollar was weak against most stable currencies. However, as the US economy recovered and its currency strengthened, the investment value was reduced. The model no longer made sense and so the business was voluntarily closed in July 2015.”

This is in contrast to this post. Someone purporting to be Ryan McFarland, his former business partner in US Invest Global, posted this in reply, explaining what happened and distancing himself from Jonathan Braxley. McFarland even went to the trouble of threatening legal action over a post linking him to Jonathan Braxley.

After US Invest Global folded, Bradley set up RAW Business Growth, which he operated from Waiheke Island in New Zealand, where he ran a pub named Smugglers Smokehouse. In my first, more genial email from him, Mr Bradley told me that he was forced to sell the pub and that he lost all his money doing so, but there was no further explanation of what appears to be a somewhat paradoxical statement.

As for RAW Business Growth, it centred around a series of YouTube videos in which Mr Bradley gave the public a chance to ring him on a premium phone line to find out how to be successful like him. RAW has been folded, and the videos deleted. The official line from the PR firm is that Mr Bradley closed RAW when he was headhunted by a client – they didn’t elaborate to explain by who and for what he was headhunted. After RAW came Triple Distilled Club and the Craft Irish Whiskey Company, and James segued from being an expert in real estate, sports arbitrage, business growth and software sales to suddenly being a whiskey expert.

When I first contacted James, before the PR firm took over the communications between us, he told me he was a fan of my work, and said it hurt to see me ridicule his Craft Irish Whiskey Company videos on Twitter, writing: “After the comments against my whiskey brand, before we even had a chance to get going, I’m obviously a tad concerned as to the motives of this piece. I’m all about positivity for Irish Whiskey. As it’s hard enough for the Irish to get back on the world map and claim our place as the originators and the best, without the internal negative press.

“I’m happy to chat with you, be open and honest with you, but only if its (sic) a genuine article and its (sic) reciprocated and not some hit piece.”

Here are some things I can say with certainty – that there are multiple accusations of fraud against Jonathan Braxley which he is pointedly unwilling to address; that not one business enterprise he founded – aside from W&WC – is still in operation today; and that for someone who talks about how successful he is he is unwilling to give a single, concrete example. I can also say that there are also accusations of fraud against other members of his family or against firms run by his father, brother and sisters.

I can tell you that Jonathan Braxley’s close friend and former business partner Steo Keating is being prosecuted for running a massive boiler room scam which defrauded millions through share trading and sports arbitrage software. I can also tell you that Irish Boys member, Neil McKenny, from Ardee in Louth, was jailed last year for his part in the scams. Three other Irish Boys gang members arrested as part of Operation Unwind received suspended sentences.

I can tell you that in their brochure, Triple Distilled Club’s other director, Sam Scrobberand, proudly states that he worked with Jonathan Braxley for almost two decades; that Scrobberand, via the PR firm, is also unwilling to tell me the name of a single firm he was involved in. I can also tell you that he is named in the comments section of this post.

But above all, I can tell you this – Triple Distilled Club is a terrible investment; terrible for consumers, terrible for distilleries, and terrible for the Irish whiskey category as a whole. They claimed they brought in four million in revenue in their first year, and ten million last year, and at the start of this month, they finally released some accounts. I asked some accountants to look over the documents, which can be downloaded here. One said this:

“Mismatch in trade creditors and debtors – a lot of sales to debtors are still o/s… add to that a large value of creditors coming up for payment on a year – cash conversion cycle is out of whack- also £188k to ‘group undertakings’? Wtf? Who what where? You need to see a cash flow to get a better picture – id stay away from it for now – imperfect info and all that … and all of this with 4 employees only .. nice bunce if you can get it …”

Another said this:

“What strikes me is that it isn’t an investment company which would be a more legitimate route for investment (I.e. the company holds a portfolio of casks and you own shares in the holding company) rather it seems to just be a retailer/wholesaler in effect with someone telling the buyer that what they sell is a great investment. You aren’t buying shares or anything regulated just booze in bigger containers. How is the model any different than an off licence selling “rare” whisky? In fact you would probably get a safer return from buying a Macallan from Master Of Malt.”

The best case scenario here is that this is simply a lousy investment, especially in relation to the potential returns being promised by Triple Distilled Club’s ‘wealth advisors’. The worst case scenario is that this is an Irish Nant. Jonathan Braxley’s unwillingness to answer all the simple questions I asked him does not reassure me. Likewise, Boann have ignored my emails and warnings.

What are the repercussions for the wider industry if this all falls apart? What if, as Bond Review asked, W&WC are unable to fulfil their contract to supply the whiskey – which not a criticism of W&WC, but an inherent risk when dealing with any small company. In this case investors would be looking at up to 100% loss.

What then?

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24 & 70 w/ sweet pea

24: soulmate au70: locked in a room

a/n: so i’ve been wanting to write a bodyguard au and this just so happens to work out so here it is! and this is a fem!reader just because sp will specifically say “ma’am” repeatedly for, y’know, professionalism’s sake ;)

trigger warnings: violence, blood, guns, knives

“Ma’am.”

“You’re overreacting, just chill out. My father didn’t even have to send you.”

“Ma’am.”

“Seriously, this is fine! It’s just a club.”

“Ma’am.”

“What!?” you turn on your heels, scrunching up your nose in annoyance.

Sweet Pea opens the door for you, rather begrudgingly, “Please be safe.”

You laugh, the smell of alcohol and lost inhibitions wafting through the air, “That’s what I have you for, babe.”

You barely have time to gauge his reaction before you’re pushing through the crowd and making your way to the bar. Veronica wasn’t kidding when she said she was going to start buying up real estate all over Riverdale. Your father and Hiram were business partners at one time, but ever since Mr. Lodge was carted away to prison, you’ve been doing the business on your father’s behalf.

“Ronnie!” you squeal, launching yourself across the bar to hug her around the neck. “Girl, you will not believe. My father made me bring my bodyguard.”

Veronica smirks, watching as the man trying so hard to act casual sweeps the area with his eyes. She bites her lip before turning her attention back to you, “Honey, he picked the hottest bodyguard after Reginald. What’s his name?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, tapping the bar to request a drink. “He’s been hanging around for months, training or something. I just like to ruffle his feathers. Calling him ‘babe’ really pisses him off.”

“You’re a mess,” Ronnie rolls her eyes, “I’m going to check on Reggie. Of course everything is on the house. We’ll talk business later?”

You nod, pulling the straw between your lips and sipping on your drink concoction. Thank god the bartender knows your regular.

“Ma’am,” your bodyguard steps into your side, alerting you to his presence.

You chuckle and swirl your drink, “Any threats detected, sir?”

He sweeps his dark eyes over the dance floor before turning his attention back to you, “Probably a couple of perverts hovering near the ladies room. Other than that, nothing to report.”

“Perverts by the ladies room is just another Saturday night,” you smirk, setting your drink down on the counter. You sit with your back to the bar and you can tell that makes him nervous. He leans over and picks up your drink before anyone can come near it.

“If you hold it, it’ll get hot,” you whine emphatically. “Just put it on the counter, everyone knows me here.”

“Which is exactly why your father hired me,” he speaks curtly. “I won’t keep my job if you get your drink roofied.”

You shake your head and narrow your eyes, “My father is cowering in some penthouse hideaway, so I don’t currently take orders from him. I can’t believe I even let you follow me around the past few months.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not hired to be your friend,” he deadpans, handing your drink back to you. “I’m hired to keep you safe. Whether you like it or not.”

You gulp down the rest of your drink and slam the glass back on the counter, wiping your lip with the back of your hand. You go to speak, but he’s infuriating you past the point of speech, so you stalk off into the crowd to find someone to dance with.

six months later

“Get down!” he shouts, pushing you behind the kitchen table. He hands you a kitchen knife and your key ring that has pepper spray attached, “Ma’am, I’m going to take care of this, so stay put and be quiet.”

“Wait,” you whisper, grabbing him by the shoulder. “What’s your name?”

He pants, his eyes darting from you to the door, “Uh, it’s Sweet Pea, ma’am.”

“Okay,” you nod, releasing his shirt, “I-I just thought I should know in case I, y’know, die or something.”

Sweet Pea smiles sadly, pushing a lock of sweaty hair away from your face, “You’re not dying today, ma’am. Just stay put, I’ll keep you safe.”

He’s gone before you have the chance to say anything else. You clutch your pepper spray to your chest and the knife wavers in your hand, so you hold it tighter, so tight that your knuckles turn white. You swallow and tears leak down your cheeks, burning your skin as you try to keep whimpers from escaping your lungs.

It feels like an eternity, gun fire and screaming and explosions echoing in the rooms adjacent to your own. You flinch with every loud noise, afraid that it might be the last thing you hear before you die. Your hand goes numb from clutching the kitchen knife, but it makes you feel safe so you don’t dare to let it go.

Then everything goes quiet.

The only thing you can hear is your own breath rattling around in your lungs. You try to watch for shadows against the walls, wondering if you’ll be taken by the men who threaten your home.

Your name is called by a familiar voice and you find tears streaming freely down your cheeks and a sob breaks your lips open. Sweet Pea turns the corner and he catches your body as it sags, the knife clattering from your hands to the kitchen tile floor.

“You’re okay, ma’am,” he murmurs into your hair as you cry into his shirt. You wilt against his body, but he holds you up with his arms around your shoulders.

You shake your head against his chest, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. You go to speak, but you’re interrupted by your whole body leaving the ground. Clutching his shirt further, you realize that Sweet Pea has pulled you off the ground and started to carry you out of the house.

“I’ll take care of everything,” he tells you as he settles you in the back seat of his black SUV. “Just sleep. We’ll be home soon.”

You’re sure that you’ll never be able to sleep again in your lifetime, but as soon as the car starts and the hum of the engine vibrates your body, you find yourself lulled to sleep.

two months later

“I never believed in soulmates until I met Sweet Pea,” Toni chuckles, tipping her beer back against her lips. She smirks over at you, “I never knew he would be so different after he joined the force. He came back a different person, but I’m starting to see his old self come back again. Even just in glimpses.”

You can’t help but let your eyes wander to the parking lot where you know a familiar SUV is parked, watching your every move and making sure that you won’t come into any sort of harm. Your heart warms at the thought of it.

It’s difficult to even think about soulmates with the past few months you’ve had, but you know that the mark on your hand means that you have one. A flower that curls around your wrist and up your forearm means that you’re destined to have a life partner, one made perfectly for you.

“I doubt Sweet Pea has the mark,” you tell her, mouth against the rim of your glass. You force a smile onto your face, “Besides, I’m not in the line of work to have a soulmate. Too many casualties since my father went to prison.”

Toni shakes her head, “I think you’d be surprised what you’d find if you stripped him of a few pieces of clothing.”

Your cheeks burn red, but you can’t find it in you to respond.

Later that night, when Sweet Pea is doing a final sweep of your home, you reach out and grab him by the sleeve.

“Please,” you find yourself speaking weakly, tears threatening to fall. “Stay.”

You can see that he wants to object, but he raises his hand to press against the earpiece lodged on his left side and he mutters a few lines of code you can’t seem to understand. He nods to someone outside and then pulls the piece from his ear and takes you by the hand.

“Whatever you need, ma’am,” he tells you, allowing you to grasp him by the waist and pull him into your body. His warmth provides you with some sort of solace that you cannot explain no matter how hard you try.

“Thank you,” you whimper into his shirt. You swallow the lump in your throat and throw away any inhibition about the tears that are soaking his clothes.

Somehow you convince him to crawl into your bed, and the sound of his pistol clunking into the bedside drawer gives you some semblance of safety. It’s not your fault that he’s tall and quiet and intimidating, but all of those things rolled into this one man’s body make you feel at home.

four months later

You just wanted to test out your new panic room, that’s all. You just needed to learn how to close the doors and operate the cameras. It’s not your fault that there was a bug in the system from the company who installed it, and now you have to wait until someone from that very company can come to bail you out.

Oh well, at least you have some company.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, I failed,” Sweet Pea apologizes as he paces the small space. He shakes his head and the veins on his arms and neck and forehead stress against his skin. He sighs, “I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

You intercept him and brush your hand over his cheek, forcing him to look at you, “Sweets, it’s okay. It was an accident.”

“I’m the head of your security team,” he grunts, trying to keep his cool with you so close. “I should be smarter than this.”

You try not to laugh as to not further damage his ego. Instead, you frame his face with both palms, “You’re the head of my security team because I trust you with my life. Nobody could have predicted a malfunction with the safe, and there’s no reason to go all James Bond on the situation because we have an alternative way out and we’re not currently in danger.”

Sweet Pea shrinks a little into your touch, the metaphorical weights sliding off of his shoulders and allowing him a moment to breathe. He looks you in the eyes, “I appreciate the sentiment, ma’am, and the hesitation to scold me.”

“I can scold you if you like,” you wink, dropping your hands back to cross your arms over your chest. “If that’s what you’re into.”

It’s only there for a fleeting moment, but Sweet Pea’s eyes and skin betray him as his cheeks burn pink and his eyes travel to your lips.

You reach across and tug on his gloved hand, “Do you ever take these off?”

“They help my grip,” he explains, “so I only take them off when I sleep.”

You bite your lip, contemplating how to see if he has the soul mark to match your own. You’ve felt a connection to this man for a while now, but you were only ever able to explain it to yourself as the connection you feel when you lay your life in someone else’s hands.

“I want to see your wrist.”

You settle for direct.

He blanches, eyes wide and mouth drawn open. Sweet Pea swallows, his throat bobbing, but he reaches for his glove anyway. He must know what you’re talking about, because he reaches for the exact hand you had in question. If it has what you think it has written over it, he will be your exact match.

“Wait,” you order, grabbing him by the hand.

Sweet Pea halts, eyes open as he stares down at you. You gently drag one palm up his torso to card into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him downward to meet you halfway as you stand to your toes.

“I want to do this before I know,” you tell him, your lips a ghost against his. He does not struggle or pull away, and so you push yourself the rest of the way until your mouth is flush with his.

It takes him a moment to respond, but his arms rest at your waist and he tugs you as close as he can, abdomens completely in line with one another. His lips are tangled with yours, slotted perfectly, just as you assumed they would be. His mouth is warm and tastes of cinnamon, just like the gum he constantly chews throughout the day. You wonder what you taste like to him, but you haven’t got another moment to care when he bites down on your lower lip and hooks his hands under your knees.

Sweet Pea hoists you onto the small counter in the tiny panic room, resting his body between your knees and never breaking the connection of your lips. A small groan emits from the back of his throat and now you’re dying to know if he is your match, your soulmate.

You break apart, hair mussed and lips bright red. You can’t help the giggle that tugs open your mouth, but you force yourself to redirect your attention to his wrist.

“I didn’t want it to be just because we were meant to be,” you tell him as your hand hovers over his glove. You slide your index finger under the lip of the material, feeling his pulse quicken under your touch. “I had to let you know that I wanted this before I know.”

He nods, a heady breath shaking his lungs, “I-I wanted it to. But I already know.”

You remove his glove, and there, wrapped around his wrist, is a beautiful flower with petals to match your own.

a/n: whew, that was a long one! hope you liked it, anon! feel free to request more!! :)

#sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea one shot #sweet pea fanfic #sweet pea fanfiction #riverdale #riverdale x reader #riverdale fanfic #riverdale one shot #riverdale imagine #sweet pea imagine #my writing

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seekingthestars · 4 years

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sarah watches the untamed: liveblogging adventures, part fifteen episodes 27, 28, + 29

(aka: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIZHUI SHE WATCHED SOME OF YOUR SHOW TO CELEBRATE BUT ONLY PARTS WITHOUT YOU IN IT)

okay well yesterday’s episodes were painful, let’s see if we can survive some more today. and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIZHUIIIIIIIIII sweet baby angel, i’m making my way toward seeing you again don’t worry ʕ•ᴥ•ʔง

episode 27:

oh right THIS is where we left off, right, okay, starting with pain

wx looks so tormented, i wanna cry ;;;; and every time they flash to wen ning i wanna cry more ;;;;;;

wangji crying, my heart ACHES ;AAAAAA;

the burial mounds :O

meng yao listing out what wx did and i’m just over here like “YEAH HE DID, CUZ THE JIN CLAN GUYS SUCKED, GOOD JOB WX” oops

i’m glad xichen spoke up a little on behalf of wen ning/wen qing, thank you pretty big brother

i’m sorry this is SO HYPOCRITICAL like “wen qing didn’t stand up and stop ruohan so they’re just as bad!” okay well all y’all stood by while the jin clan used innocent people as live bait and just straight up murdered a bunch of them SO SHUT UP

all of these people at this gathering are making me so mad stop it! they keep being all manipulative-ey and lying and stop! >.<

WANGJI STANDING UP FOR WUXIAN <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

and yay for mianmian (sp??) for standing up for him too! at least two people standing up against these obnoxious old men in some way ;;

the blatant lies about what happened that these people keep spewing make me fjeiowafjawe ANGRY, WEN NING DID NOT FALL OFF A CLIFF, OF COURSE YOUR IDIOT CLAN MEMBERS WOULD SAY THEY DID NOTHING WRONG

DUDE SHE WAS STRAIGHT UP JUST LIKE ‘Y’ALL WACK’ AND QUIT THE JIN CLAN :OOOO

jin clan leader is a jerk and i hate him

yanli’s hair ornament is so prettyyyyy

i know he’s been a jerk but zixuan is so pretty, mr. ‘i’ll protect you for my whole life’ trying to be suave lol

poor jiang cheng looking on like ‘f*** my life, first wx and now this’ XD

wen qing and wuxian banter is SO CUTE, she brought him snacks!!

wuxian interacting with this small child is HEALING MY BROKEN SOUL, THIS IS SO CUTE, this small child is ADORABLE

WUXIAN’S JUST A GIANT BABY

i am 10000% all here for jiang cheng’s majestic cape

oh shoot his fancy whip broke the talisman!!

wx just yelling “DON’T TRAMPLE ON THAT!” anywhere jiang cheng steps is hilarious and adorable XDD

“can he count as a human now?!” jiang cheng noooo stop you’re being mean, he can hear you :(((

episode 28

wx anticipating jc and stopping him when he tries to pull out his sword A+++ very nice

jc did you really just suggest for wx to turn everyone he just saved in to the people who would absolutely just murder them BOY WHY, WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU

jc trying to use his sword and wx blocking it with his bare hand and then jc TRYING TO USE THE WIP ON WEN NING NO

“Just leave me then.” wuxian ;;;;;;;

the single tear from wx really just breaking my heart AGAIN, will it ever be whole again ;;

yuan is SO CUTE omg

yuan coming to cling to wx and give him fruit omg A HEALING PRESENCE, HE IS SO CUTE

wen qing giving jc back the comb ;~~~~~;

WEN NING SPOKE!!!!!

look i can’t explain it, wuxian’s just very attractive

oh no they fight :(

oh NO he sliced wx! :(( oh no no they’re both hurt :((

not gonna lie, a little sad to see jiang cheng throw the cape away, it was so majestic

yanli’s dream made me sad :((((

his little surprised face lol you’ve been caught! also one of the rare times anyone is actually seen legitimately dirty lol

ONE MONTH LATER timeskipping again ladies and gents

wangji is PISSED

YUAN!!! GRABBED WANGJI!!! CUTE!!!!

everyone being like “you must be his dad!!!” and wangji having a mild panic attack XD

wx going “this child is my son!” and wangji having ANOTHER mild panic attack XDD

wj’s little tiny baby smiles when he looks as wx and yuan ;u;

this entire exchange with yuan + wx + wj in town is the CUTEST GOSH DANG THING he bought yuan toys they’re best friends now and i have been HEALED

episode 29 that’s RIGHT we’re still going!

family dinner time!!!

I’M DYING. YUAN ON WANGJI’S LAP. CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE

it took so freaking long to get that screenshot but WORTH IT

YUAN FEEDING WUXIAN

“Silence during meals. You too.” poor wangji gotta parent both these children

oh dang they actually getting married, like i knew it was happening but that was quick :O

wangji grabbing the toys before they rush out the door ;; <3

i can’t keep repeating myself but please know that any interaction between yuan + wj + wx is resulting in many coos and repeated “so cute!!!!”s

WEN NING?!?!?!

wen ning turned into a scary marshmallow

wen ning woke up!!!!!! my marshmallow is BACK!!!!! thank you wangji for being here to help save the day <3

looks comfy heeheehee

i’m so glad wen ning is back, my little angel T______T <3

yuan clinging to wangji’s leg and begging him to stay for dinner MY HEARTTTT

the entire dinner scene PRECIOUS

so it was being so cute and drunk, very-flushed wuxian was being ADORABLE AS ALL HECK but then it got sad again when he just kept repeating that he was useless :(( no buddy you’re not i promise!!!

wangji sitting stoically in the snow is ALSO very aesthetic, that man is just *chefs kiss* perfection

wuxian relaxing back in the cart like a king while wen ning pushes him around is freaking hilarious omg

WEN NING RUNNING SO FAST WHEN CALLED LIKE THE BESTEST LITTLE PUPPY I LOVE HIIIIIIM WHAT A DARLIN gonna squish his cute lil cheeks

#sarah watches the untamed #sarah watches #three whole new episodes tonight!!!!#there were some sad moments there were some VERY healing cute moments #i should stop trying to take so many screenshots lol

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“Often” Taehyung college AU (M)

The scenario is pretty cut and dry..Tae is your stereotypical attractive wealthy college frat boy....use to getting whatever and whoever he wants.. But this time around the person he wants is pretty much the female version of himself..whether she wants to admit it or not..and she’s Bi..so she’s also stepping in his territory..... Now will just have to see which one of them is willing to bow down first.... This is NOT a enemies to lovers AU, it’s not a secret they are both sexually attracted.. It dosen’t take long for her to warm up to him...she just knows she dosen’t “Need him” ..so it’s just a game of who can make who get on there knees first. ***Hoseok is in the sneak peek...that’s why he’s tagged..all the boys will be in the full thing***

A ROUGH sneak peek/INTRO.. A smutty one shot that actually kinda has a storyline/plot..there are mentions of smut/teasing in the SP

Fuck boy/frat boy Tae in full affect...but the OC is kinda a beast too...

Not promising when this will be up..but I got inspired today to start it.

-Song referenced is “Often” by The Weeknd...

You guys can thank one of my lovely anon’s for giving me the idea of pairing cocky FB college Tae with an equally cocky Bisexual OC

“I’d literally rather get my clit pierced than go to that” Nonchalantly bringing your focus back to your food, dipping your pretzels in a gloub of beer cheese while you watched both of your friends faces contort in pure torture. “Ugh,yeah I don't even have a pussy nevertheless a clit and even I felt that...Jesus..girl” Hoseok snorted out a light chuckle as he continued mixing the new drink order that just came in “Oh my god Y/n really!? It swear it won't be that bad..you can’t be the only person not at this frat party after the homecomming game...Pleaseee..” there she goes whining..again..letting her fingers trickle up your shoulder...while a dramatic sigh left your lips as you slouched in your seat. “Okay, you are aware that only works for me when were actually having sex right? You whining in other circumstances just gives me a migraine..” Purposely ignoring her question, making a pout appear on her lips instantly..which you also ignored. Picking another pretzel off your plate, to feed to Hoseok who was currently staring at your plate like a starving puppy. Placing the pretzel in front of his lips, letting him quickly inhale a bite before one of his managers noticed. Not even appearing to chew before swallowing it whole “I still can't understand how the two of you can hook up,and still stay friends…” Shaking his head..with a slight smirk before placing the 3 salted margaritas on the tray for the server to pick up. “Because neither of us actually wants a girlfriend right now..and in my instance I actually don't want anything to do with the male species at all ..ESPECIALLY..the ones that crawl out of that Alpha Kappa - Gucci belt- fuckboy house…” A loud squeal left Mia’s throat at the sound of that, throwing her head back as she applauded your statement, tears starting to run down her cheeks. A snort left Hoseok’s lips..clearly a little offended, which you currently gave zero fucks about but hey, if he wanted to have his moment...you'd let him. ”Ugh, excuse you but I live in that Alpha Kappa- Gucci belt-fuckboy house and you like me sooooo..clearly where all not that bad!”

Mia nodded a little too quickly..happy Hoseok was trying to push you in her direction “Okay first off, I barely like you…” Pausing to lock your eyes with his..the slight smirk on your face let him know you weren't serious. Even though you’d never give him credit..he was honestly a decent guy. A look of amusement danced along his lips as he let you continue “Second..none of the other kappa fuckboys are like you..I’ll be swatting motherfuckers away the minute I walk through the door. Which sounds fucking exhausting...Yeah, no thanks!” Tossing your hair behind your shoulder, as you took a sip of your cocktail not even remotely phased by how cocky that may have came off. You transferred schools during summer courses..and you weren't subtle by any means...damn near every boy on campus as tried to get in your pants and you've turned them all down. The girls on the other hand..you had a little fun with..everyones fav femm dom, don’t get me wrong you were still very selective. Your outlook on women just wasn't as savage as it was with the male species, to be real you were kinda a hypocrite though, the queen of fuck and leave..of “Oh yeah I’ll call you…” then blocking their number. Let’s just say your ex was the definition of the type of guy you absolutely should NOT I repeat NOT get involved with...But Jackson was smooth... The star quarterback that broke your heart and now you think all men..especially pretty frat boys are all just a waste of seamen. Not that, that’s necessarily fair to lump them all in the same category . But to be frank, the ones that have approached you, minus Hoseok haven’t showed you much to prove they were any different than the picture you painted in your mind soo..meh. “Well I feel like I can speak on behalf of the female population and say...the frat BOYS wouldn't be the only ones you'd have to swat away..” Letting her fingers dance along the necklace that set on your chest..tracing over the rose gold font that spelled out your name. “ But I also heard..you’ve caught a certain someone's attention..isn't that right Hobi?” Smirking over at Hoseok ..as she’s now found her place on your lap..as the two of you sat in front of the bar. The smile on Hosoeks face already had you annoyed reclining in your chair, as you brought your fingers to massage your temples “What part of..I don’t give a fuck about fucking some frat boy..in a Gucci belt, that doesn't even know foreplay is a thing..fucks like a jackrabbit..uses porn for all of there references-” Cut off by the cackle that left Hoseok and Mias lips with transferred quickly to you..as you tried to get your point across in between laughing “And...and most importantly they wouldn't even last..a minute they’d slide it..it’s game over…so what about that sounds fun for me?”

“Damn, I don’t think I've never met a girl that talks as much shit as I do...Oh and by the way it seems like the issues is you've just been fucking boys. The fact that there in a frat doesn't seem to be the problem,” Turning your head slightly , face reflecting you were more than annoyed that some random has invited himself to your conversation, yet the frustration on your face didn't phase him one bit” “Now weather YOU can actually back up all the shit your talking, the way I can...that’s currently up for debate..” The deep rumble that erupted from his chest was..unexpected to say the least. The husky tone didn't fit his face at all but the base in his voice..yeah that was doing something for you . He was, fuck...fine, fine as hell that’s literally the only way to describe him and to make it even worse..he knew it, you could tell he did. Tall ,broad..nice build..he was clearly a bottle blonde..but it suited him. Not even minding his dark roots because they complimented his strong brows. Chiseled jawline..hair messily parted down the middle..leather jacket..skinny jeans..black timbs...warm complexion. You watched him casually pick a fry off your plate, grabbing his hand immediately turning it to face your lips.. Sinfully biting it out of his hand before swatting it away. Earning a smile that almost reflected he was I don’t know..impressed? Tapping Mia’s thigh indicating for her to get off your lap and sit back in her set to your left. “Oh look, my point exactly..it’s one of your Alpha Kappa- Gucci-fuck boys, I'm sorry is this the part were your expecting me to get all worked up..and tell you how good of a lay and I am..and then you and me end up going to the bathroom to fuck so I can “Prove my point?” Brow quirked in his direction,the amount of sass dripping from your lips was uncanny to say the least.

A smirk moved up his faced as he braced his weight on the bartop, Cocking his head to the slide slightly, letting his tongue tease at the corner of his mouth.. ”Nah this is the part where, I walk away, we both sit here and act like we aren't turned on by the arrogance we clearly both get off on. We continue to play this cat and mouse game until the frat party next week...and then maybe, maybe then I’ll let you try and prove your point” The devious looks on his face only got darker as he watched the frustration dance along yours. He got you good...poking at your Ego in the sense of him doubting your skill but if you played into it...then you'd be the girl you just talked shit about. Taking a second to get your thoughts together you'd be damned if he won this “Ya know, your talking a lot of shit for someone who literally just followed me on all my socials this morning, oh and don't think I didn't notice you creepin.I did see the picture you “liked” from last summer before to quickly unliked it..” Resting your chin against your hand as your elbow braced your weight on the bar, batting your full set of lashes in his direction “ So it seems like you’ll be the one sliding in my DM’s begging me to prove my point...I mean not that I can blame you..I have mastered the art of a good thirst trap” Shooting him a quick wink, before easing out of your chair , swaying off to the bathroom.

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Love you as always,

Rocki

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Maribel Prompt: Maria breaks things off with Michael quick once she realizes how much it was hurting Alex, Isobel wants to find out who she is without Noah in her head so her and Maria hook up but both develop feeling.

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“We’re closed,” Maria said as the door of the Wild Pony opened, her wrist aching as she wiped down the bar for the seventh time. She took a deep breath, willing the heavy, hot weight in her chest to cool, but no matter what, no matter how hard she tried, his face kept flashing in her mind.

She sighed, leaving the rag on the table as she rubbed her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept.

“Shucks, really?” she suddenly heard, and whipped around to find Isobel Evans standing with her hand on her hip, her head tilted and a smirk on her lips. “My brother told me you always let him in after hours.”

“Evans,” she said, her shoulders slumped. “Great, just what I needed tonight.”

Isobel scoffed, though Maria couldn’t help but notice that it held none of her usual snark or sneer. “You’re not exactly my beacon of light tonight either, DeLuca.”

“Then to what do I owe the honor of your visit?”

“Like I said,” Isobel said, sliding onto one of the stools while Maria leaned against the bar. Her knees bumped into Maria’s legs, though Isobel hardly seemed to notice. “My brother says –”

“I wouldn’t listen too closely to anything your brother says,” Maria said with a feigned sweet smile, though even referencing the cowboy made her feel sick. “I ended things a few hours ago,” then she muttered, “I’ve done enough damage with him already.”

When she thought about Alex, his face as he had told her that Michael wasn’t “so bad after a shower,” the hurt in his eyes when she’d confirmed she’d slept with him, and the fear she felt flicker in his heart as she’d promised him that it had meant nothing.

Then the agonizing pain the next time he had looked at her, the betrayal she’d felt on his behalf, the unrelenting shock as if every part of him still couldn’t believe she had done such a thing to him.

“Ended things,” Isobel repeated, a furrow in her brows. It was only now, Maria realized, that she could clearly see Isobel’s face that she realized how tired the blonde woman looked. Her makeup which was always on point – though Maria would never admit it out loud – was slightly smudged around the eyes, as if Isobel had been crying but tried saving the eyeliner as best she could. Her lips had no gloss or color, but were chapped as if she’d been chewing on them all day, her finger tapped her knee anxiously as if she had too many thoughts running around in her head to focus on one at a time, and just by standing near her, Maria could feel it. The sorrow, the grief, the anger, the hurt, the betrayal, the misery. What happened to her?

“You’re talking about Michael?” Isobel asked, and Maria flinched, severely yanked out of her thoughts at the mention of the cowboy.

Maria pressed her lips together and said nothing. She picked up her rag, patted her hands down with it, and went around the bar, as far away from Isobel as she could get. Something about the blonde’s dark energy scared her, part of her worried that it would affect her if she came to close – something she definitely couldn’t handle right now – and the other part… the other part of Maria, a teeny tiny part, couldn’t help but worry that her own misery and heartbreak would touch Isobel. Something told her the blonde really didn’t need anymore of that. Not tonight.

“You dated my brother? Michael?” she asked again, disbelief coloring her tone. “Are you sure you were dating? ‘Cause I should probably tell you, if you slept with him and you’re, like, waiting for a declaration of love, he’s really not that kind of guy.”

Maria sighed, pulling a bottle of tequila out and filling a small glass. She wanted to pretend it was to shut Isobel up, though something inside her dug at her heart, past the ache, past the weight, past the heat – something that felt like sympathy, though Maria chose to call it pity.

“How bored are you?” she asked wearily. Even if Isobel wasn’t the absolute worst person to talk to about this, it was too late in the day to explain the story.

Isobel held her hand out eagerly for the drink, and Maria handed it to her, careful not to hold onto the extra weight that seemed to fall on her shoulders as her fingers touched Isobel’s. Maria’s eyes burned as the desire to curl up on the floor and sob suddenly hit. She snatched her hand back, holding it to her chest. What kind of misery was surrounding the blonde?

Isobel, however, didn’t seem to notice Maria’s momentary fear as she took a big gulp of her drink. She winced as it left a burning trail down her throat, but when she looked up, Maria had already turned away from her, making it to seem as if she was cleaning the other cups. In reality, Maria was rubbing her fingers, half of her trying to decipher the strange electric tingle against her skin while the other half told her to just forget it, to ignore it. It was Isobel, after all – who cares what happened to her?

“I’m just trying to warn you,” Isobel said, though as Maria looked over her shoulder at her, she saw the blonde stare at the table, and Maria had the feeling she was talking just to avoid crying. “My brother’s already in love with someone who, if you ask me, is way out of his league already. But…” she sighed, her voice softening, “he’s in love, so… I want that to work out for him.”

Maria sniffed, wiping Isobel’s unshed tears from her eyes before she turned to face her, her brows furrowed. “You know? Who Michael’s in love with, I mean?”

Isobel had just finished her drink, hissing before she leaned her elbow on the bar. “Sorry, DeLuca, I don’t think your psychic powers are gonna help you this time. My brother told me.” She shook her head, shrugging. “It’s not my job to pass the information on.”

Maria flinched, trying not to remember the way she’d so casually told Liz that Michael was the one Alex had loved, as if the whole thing had been a story about celebrities and not her best friend. As if Alex’s feelings were an inconvenience for her. As if Alex finally being hopeful again was unfair –

Maria exhaled sharply, rubbing her face. Go away, she urged the thoughts. Go away, go away, go away.

“Are you having a seizure or something?”

Maria looked up from her hands, glaring at Isobel who had taken the bottle and was drinking out of that instead.

“You owe me fifty bucks for that bottle,” she said dryly, and as she drank, Isobel pulled a bill from her jacket pocket and handed it to Maria. The bartender blinked, taking the money. “A Guerin who actually pays. That’s new.”

Isobel finally swallowed, lowering the bottle into her lap. She stared at it a moment, scratching the paper on the glass, then she repeated, “A Guerin. Do I look like a Guerin to you? It does have a better ring that Bracken anyway.”

Maria tilted her head, studying Isobel thoughtfully before she asked, “Do you honestly want to be a Guerin? They’re kind of known to be messes.”

Isobel huffed a chuckle, shaking her head. “You just don’t see it,” she said. “Nobody ever really sees him. Except maybe…” she shrugged, taking another swig of the bottle. “He’s nice. He sees him.”

Maria, for a moment, thought Isobel had been hesitant to call Michael nice, and was confused. Then she realized that Isobel had been hesitant because she was talking about Alex. Maria half-wondered where Isobel had met Alex and decided he was nice. Still, she couldn’t help but nod along.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “He is.”

She looked up at Isobel to see her watching her, her brows furrowed as if she was trying to remember if she’d mentioned Alex’s name or not. Maria couldn’t help but notice how fragile the blonde looked then, how innocent. Her green eyes which had twinkled with mischief the last time Maria had read her palm, her lips which seemed curved into a permanent smirk not that different from her brother’s, her fingers that been firm and steady in Maria’s were now slipping on the tequila bottle in her lap.

Maria soon realized they were staring at each other and blinked out of her haze, clearing her throat as she reached across the bar, took the bottle out of Isobel’s hands, and had a long swig of it herself.

“Oh,” Isobel said with a tilt of her head and an amused smirk at her lips that didn’t reach her eyes, “it’s going to be one of those nights.”

Maria rolled her eyes. She briefly noted that Isobel’s lip gloss on the mouth of the bottle smelled like strawberries, and even against the strong scent of the alcohol, it didn’t smell too bad. “Evans, you talk too much.”

A few hours later, though Maria couldn’t entirely remember how, she and Isobel had ended up on the floor against the bar, their knees pulled up to their chests, the bottle nearly empty between them.

They talked about little nothings; weird customers that had come in before, rude store owners, skirting around the topic of men, and as they did, Maria glanced at Isobel, wondering why someone who seemed as happily married as her wouldn’t be with her husband right now, especially if she was having such a hard time.

“What happened between you and my brother?” Isobel finally asked, though any trace of humor was gone from her voice.

Maria knew she could’ve told Isobel that it was none of her business, or just refuse to answer, but the energy clouding Isobel was too strong, too miserable, for Maria to bear say nothing.

“Worried about me now, are you?” she joked, and Isobel shook her head.

“I don’t want Michael to get hurt,” she said softly. “He’s already in love, and it’s killing him. I wondered why he was having so much trouble talking to… that other person.” She turned to Maria with a frown. “Now I’m starting to think maybe you’re why.”

Maria felt a pang in her chest at the mention of Alex. So he wasn’t talking to Michael. Maria had figured that might have happened. She wanted to believe that breaking up with Michael would be enough, that it might fix his and Alex’s relationship, that maybe – without Maria in the way – they might be able to love each other again.

But no. The rational side of her thought, the side that knew Alex. She and Michael had completely shattered his trust, broken him in a way that could never be undone.

A tear slid down her cheek and she was quick to wipe it away, but not before Isobel saw it and nodded slowly as if she understood.

Maria, unable to take the look, shook her head and asked, “Then what happened between you and Noah?”

Isobel tensed at the mention of his name and looked straight ahead.

“Come on, Evans, it’s not that hard to figure out,” she said. “It’s past midnight and you’re trying to get drunk, and instead of being with your husband, you’re here with me. So what –”

“We got divorced,” was all she said before she took another swig of the bottle, emptying the contents.

Maria blinked, her face falling. “Oh,” was all she knew to say, and instantly regretted asking. A breakup wasn’t the same thing as a divorce. And Isobel had been so happy with him, too.

She shook her head, gently taking the empty bottle from Isobel and resisting the passing urge to move a strand of blonde hair that had come loose from its braid.

She slumped back with a sigh. “How did this happen? How is this our life?”

Isobel said nothing for a moment, then she shrugged. “Maybe we’re cursed. I mean, you fell in love with someone who doesn’t love you back,” she said, and Maria turned to snap at her, but saw no mockery or indifference on her face. “And I fell in love with someone who…” the corner of her lips quirked up sadly, “doesn’t love anything.”

Maria pressed her lips together for a moment, then, “Well, you know, Prom Queen, tonight’s not so bad. At least we’re not alone.”

Isobel glanced at her and scoffed, some of the sorrow and bitterness in her smile faded. “I thought you hated me.”

Maria frowned. “I don’t hate you. I…”

“Think I’m responsible for Rosa Ortecho’s death.”

She looked down. “I shouldn’t have blamed you for that.”

“No,” she agreed. “You shouldn’t have.” She took the empty bottle, and as she held it tightly, Maria could tell she was conflicted, a thousand words lying on her tongue, though she couldn’t bring herself to say any of them. “I never hurt anybody.”

“I know, Isobel,” she said softly, and Isobel looked up at her, the two caught in each other’s gazes for a long time.

Maria knew it was the tequila that made her lean in, it had to have been. As green as Isobel Evans’s eyes were, as pink as her lips, as soft as her skin, Maria knew that – had she been sober – she would not be doing what she was doing. Still, something in her shifted and softened as she saw that Isobel was leaning in just the same.

Their lips barely brushed, Maria’s thoughts consumed with how nice Isobel smelled (strawberries and vanilla), how much nicer the scent was compared to Michael, and her eyes snapped open.

Michael.

This was his sister; she couldn’t kiss his sister, no matter how drunk she was!

She pulled back, and Isobel, whose eyes had just begun to flutter shut, slowly leaned back, her brows furrowed. In that moment, Maria realized that Isobel knew, just as she did, that nothing good would come of them hooking up.

She cleared her throat and moved to stand, just as Isobel did the same.

“Right, well, I really do need to close up now.”

“Mm,” Isobel hummed, avoiding her gaze. Maria wondered if she felt any regret at coming here tonight, if she would’ve rather suffered at home alone, and the thought left an inexplicable pain in her chest.

“You – you want me to call you a cab?”

Isobel nodded, buttoning her jacket. When had she unbuttoned it?

“Yes,” she said, then as an afterthought added, “please.”

Maria nodded and walked out, aware of the blonde following her.

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I’m sorry! I know you asked for a hookup and developing feelings, but there was no was for me to realistically cover that in a one-shot! There’s way too much to work with there! This was as realistic and true to the characters as I could go without turning it into a long fic.

Sorry it deviates so much, but I hope you enjoyed reading regardless, and thank you so much for the prompt 💕

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