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GymRat!Miguel Part 9.1 | full chapter without breaks on AO3

content warning: lots of music links, ROADTRIP!!, some hurt/comfort at the beginning, a damn near comedy if I must say so myself, Spanish parts (if wrong, please correct me), lots of fluff, Buc-ee's shenanigans (I love that store), Miguel drives a Range Rover (hot, I know. Tyler got that MUNYUN), some jealous Miguel (MY FAVORITE), a hint of jealous reader 🫨 (she has a storm coming lol), simp Miguel if I'm being honest, 18+ so MNDI, male masturbation, wet wet fantasies, both reader and Miguel are h word for each other

word count: 7.1k, damn near proofread (this is only one part of the behemoth)

I did some research on MLE, yachts, superyachts, dolphins, and water activities for this chapter. 🤠 Hopefully, it shows! The yacht size I imagined is somewhere in between a regular yacht and a superyacht/megayacht. I built a Range Rover just for GR!Miguel you guys. (thanks to my irl besties and @slushycoookie once again 🥰)

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GymRat!Miguel who comes back home after nearly a week of bliss with you. He floated all the way home from dropping you off with Tyler’s people.

He made them wait much longer than they needed to when he decided to makeout with you next to the black Suburban.

Only a few more weeks before he could see you again.

GymRat!Miguel who is met with his mom sitting on the couch with just the tv glowing on her.

His steps were too heavy to sneak past her, so he just sighed and settled down on one of the plush chairs.

“I see you’re home,” she says. Her eyes don’t move from the Golden Girls episode playing softly.

“Sí, mamá.”

“How come you didn’t tell me where you went?”

“Gabriel told you where I was. I’m sure you asked him.” Miguel was tired already.

“He did, pero eso no fue lo que te pregunté.” (but that’s not what I asked you)

“Ma-”

“Mijo.”

“You’re not even looking at me.”

“And you’ve sat so far away. Like I’m going to hurt you. Miguel, I asked you to come home. You didn’t respond. You didn’t call. You didn’t even speak to me when you came back a few days ago.”

Miguel stared at her face, willing himself not to get emotional over this.

“I acknowledge that I should have let you know where I was. I didn’t talk to you because I didn’t want to say something I would regret.”

Conchata finally turned to look at Miguel. Her first-born. The life given to her after so much turmoil.

She could still see the little boy that would cry at the drop of a hat. She could still see the little boy that would dry up his tears if Gabriel started to cry with him, just to comfort him. The little boy with so much room in his heart.

She can see him now, face ridden with sadness. A face that she knew too well.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, mijo.”

“Well, you did. Again. I’m used to it. This isn’t a new feeling. What is new, is you acting like this towards someone else close to me.”

“I-”

“Let me finish, ma, please. You’ve never been a parent that cares about how I’ve felt in regards to anything. You have made decisions for me without a second thought without ever considering how I might feel. You’ve also never been the type of person who hurts someone else for no reason. I’m sorry I’m not with someone you picked, but I’m not sorry for loving her. She is everything to me. If I were to fall, there’s no doubt in my mind that she would be there to build me back up. She’d probably even break my fall if I couldn’t stop her.”

Miguel stopped to look up, willing himself not to cry.

“What you said to her brought something out that she hasn’t felt in a while. You broke her in a way that I promised myself I never would. I wanted to present her to my family in a positive light, to show her off. I didn’t expect you to be ecstatic about her, but I did hope that you could at least open your heart up once you met her.”

He looked off, tears escaping from his eyes. You’re in a better position now, but he won’t know if that donner will creep back up on you, making you hate yourself for something that’s not your fault. He remembered the pain in your voice, how kept it in until you were with him and away from the manor. He hated it.

“But instead, she was met with two people who paid her no respect. Two people that brought her turmoil. I expected Kron to be horrible, look at how he talked to you, but not you. You were supposed to be better. You didn’t see how much you hurt her, I did. It’s like we prepped for nothing but a shitshow and I should have followed my gut and kept her to myself a little longer.”

Miguel sniffed, wiping at his nose in hopes that it would stop the urge to cry.

Conchata let the silence rest. Nothing but the TV and her son’s sniffles filled the room.

“I’m sorry, Miguel.”

Miguel turned back. Shocked that she didn’t put up much of a fight.

“I just,” she paused. “There’s no excuse for how I treated her. She didn’t deserve it and if I could go back and change my behavior, I would. I think that I was just overwhelmed. Upset because my baby is growing up. He’s moving on and I can’t hold him in my hands anymore. I don’t tuck him in anymore. I don’t have to check under his bed for monsters. He doesn’t need me to do anything. So this shift is hurting me, mijo, and I took it out on the wrong people. For that, I’m so sorry.”

Conchata was a hard-cased woman. She stuck with her opinions, even if they were blatantly wrong. She was proud and vocal. She never let people see her crack or fall under pressure. So, seeing her like this, begging for Miguel to understand her, was a rare moment for Miguel.

“Ma, me growing up doesn’t stop me from being your son. I’m still here. I’ll still rely on you, but I want you to have a break too. You have to let me grow. I won’t live here forever, but that doesn’t mean I won’t come back to you. I’m glad you were able to express this to me, I just wish you could have said so sooner.”

“Lo siento, mijo.”

Miguel got up to get closer to her. He wrapped her up in his arms, too easy to forgive her. “It’s ok.”

He leans back and kisses her forehead, heart mending by the smallest of stitches. “You still have to apologize to my girlfriend, though.”

“I will when I see her again.”

“And we need to go to therapy.”

“George has already told me.”

“And I want you to make me some ceviche. And tamales.”

“Bueno.”

“And tres leches.”

She sighed, but squeezed him tighter. “Don’t curse in front of me again, and I’ll consider it.”

“Gracias, mamá.”

“De nada, mijo.”

GymRat!Miguel who goes to sleep with his body feeling a lot lighter. The weight of his relationship with his mom lifted a little off his shoulders.

GymRat!Miguel who has two grand master plans that he’s been setting out for months: eating you out and making your first time together special.

He’s been overthinking every detail like a maniac. The peaches from the fruit bowl have been disappearing to his room for research purposes only- and a snack of course.

He once ended up on the girl side of Tik Tok where they complain about everything guys get wrong when pleasuring them. He had been thoroughly reading the comments and taking notes here and there. He didn’t really need the tip about making noise though, he already does that just thinking about you. So many times has he had to stuff his mouth when jerking off.

He also had a few tabs open in incognito mode. That research is only done in the deep of the night.

Right now, he’s sitting at his desk reading some article about listening to your partner’s body and his mind can’t help but to wander off. Will you grip your thighs around him? He hopes so. He could die that way. Will you be vocal? Will you tell him if it’s too much? Will you guide his head and pull his hair?

That last question has him gripping his sweats in anticipation. No doubt when you scratched at his back in the hotel room, he was reeling from the sensation. It was like a reward for him whenever you feel so good, you’re too unaware of what you’re doing to him physically. Too lost in bliss to register the marks and pain you’re leaving on him. You just want him to give you more.

Miguel drops his pen and pushes the heel of his palm on his growing bulge.

“Fuck.” Every time about an hour or so into researching, his head is full of you. He imagines what it’ll be like to finally taste you, to be inside you.

He remembered how wet you got with just a little rubbing. Your body was so responsive to his movements and he couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if you guys upped the foreplay.

Miguel leaned back in his chair, arm over his head. He dropped his hand in his sweats hand gripping at the base of his erection, exhaling deep as he gave it a few pumps.

Your hands on his chest. Your arms around his neck. Your nails scraping his back. Your thighs wrapping around his waist. Your breath on his lips.

You opening up for him. You dripping down his fingers, down his legs, down his face. You screaming out his name loud enough for the entire neighborhood to file a complaint. You in whatever position he puts you in. He could hold you up. Maybe have your legs in the air or stretched out on the bed. He could have you grabbing for the sheets, the headboard, him. His head in your chest, in your pussy, in your ass.

Pre-cum spilled onto his stomach, rolling down his shaft. Would you let him go that far?

He doesn’t know what’s worse, the cold showers and teeth-marked arms at the beginning of the relationship or his constant daydreams of your body connecting with his that kept occurring regularly.

Maybe you felt the same way too. That was a new thought.

Do you wonder about your first time together? Were you just as excited as him? Do you get wet at the thought of him inside of you? Do you have to stop everything and find pleasure like he does? Were your fingers enough or did you need more?

Miguel continued to move his hand up and down, squeezing occasionally to mimic what you might feel like.

He’s groaning into his elbow, hips lifting from his desk chair.

He could almost hear your voice in his ear. Begging, praising, crying out, stuttering.

GymRat!Miguel who cums as Gabriel slams through the door. In a matter of 15 seconds, Miguel covers his drenched chest, shoves his sensitive dick back down, and grabs napkins to try to wipe away at his hand.

Nevermind his shirt is now ruined.

“What the fuck are you looking at and why is this picture showing a seductive pomegranate?”

“Why the fuck are you opening my door without knocking?”

“I did knock! I did our special knock plus a freestyle! I thought you were dead, Miguelito.”

Miguel’s heart felt a little tug despite its rapid tempo, “’M not dead, Gabri. Just busy. I didn’t hear you.”

Gabriel snickered when he got closer to look at his laptop. “I can see why. These tabs are a dead giveaway.”

Gabriel reached over to stare at Miguel’s notebook.

“These are some good tips! You shouldn’t expect her to taste like sweets, though.”

Nothing in his notes indicated that, but Miguel wanted to be offended for you anyway.

Miguel gave Gabriel a hard side eye, mouth set deeply down.

“I really wish you would get out of my room.”

“Oo, you should buy a rose. Dana loves that thing.”

“I don’t want to hear about whatever freaky shit you and Dana get up to, Gabriel.”

“You’ve caught me in more embarrassing situations, I’m just trying to lighten the mood! I also suggest those candy panties-”

“I’m not putting candy on- Gabriel. Can you please stop talking to me?”

“Miguel, this stuff is important!”

“¿Por qué eres así?” Miguel mumbled. “Ok, yeah. I get it. But you can chat to me about this after I’ve switched shirts.” (Why are you like this?)

“Fine, I’ll come back. Ten minutes. Then we must have a healthy chat about how to have fun safely.”

Gabriel skipped back to the door singing Candy loud enough to be heard as he went back to his own room.

“Strawberry! Raspberry! All those good things! Violets and gumdrops that’s what you’re saying to me, me, me.”

A black hole would be nice to save himself from this situation.

GymRat!Miguel who jumps out of his bed the day of the “Yacht Weekend.” Gabriel is dead set on calling it the “Yachty Pawty” and Miguel thinks that’s unbelievably stupid.

GymRat!Miguel who has to go and pull Gabriel out of his bed to get him to get ready, his body stretching like a ferret. He’s never been a morning person. It’s like his brain didn’t start computing until noon.

GymRat!Miguel who jogs around the neighborhood to kill time. The weather is a lot cooler in the morning plus it gives Gabriel time to come to reality. He waves to the son of one of his neighbors who gawks at him as he passes by.

Were his shorts giving away too much again? He didn’t feel a draft.

He looked down at his crotch. All good.

GymRat!Miguel who calls you while he stops to take a water break.

“Amor!” His voice is bright and his smile is radiant, watching as you squint at the screen.

Your cheek is squished against the pillow and you’re wrapped up in your covers.

“Hey, Miggy. It’s so bright there.”

Your voice was scratchy, a sign of how deep in sleep you were. You were so fucking cute.

“Are you running?”

He placed his phone on a nearby bench so he could stretch. “Yeah, I’m taking a break.”

He went into a deep lunge, stretching his body low to the ground.

You went quiet for so long, Miguel thought the call dropped.

“Baby? Did you go back to sleep?” Miguel asked.

“No, I’m still here. Those pants are,” you started to shuffle your phone. “Really short.”

“Really?” Miguel stood up and looked down at his pants. They did cut off high up his thighs, but they were good for running. Plus, he got hot easily, so he needed as much wind on his skin as possible. “They’re comfy.”

“Mm hm. Can you turn around for me?”

Miguel turned, confused but willing.

“Got it. Thank you, my muscle bear!”

“What did you just do?”

“Took pictures of your ass. It looks great. I’m gonna hold it real good later.”

Miguel laughed and grabbed his phone.

“Can I hold yours, too?” He wanted to do way more than hold it.

You smile sleepily at the camera. “I’ll think about it.”

GymRat!Miguel who lets you stay on the phone while he runs back to the house.

“You’re just going to hear the wind and me breathing for a few minutes.”

“And I’m fine with that! It’s like boyfriend ASMR. Peaceful.”

GymRat!Miguel who ruffles Gabriel’s hair when he gets back home. He’s staring at the wall and shoveling cereal in his mouth at the slowest pace known to man.

“Buenos días, hermanito!” (Good morning, little brother)

“Mm.”

GymRat!Miguel who takes a cold shower to cool off for once and not because he’s having explicit thoughts of you.

GymRat!Miguel who chugs down a protein smoothie while he waits for Gabriel to come downstairs.

GymRat!Miguel who answers the door to Dana. She’s got some shades on and a purse with the same texture as a croc.

She peers over her shades. “You’re looking put together!”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Don’t play dumb. You’re trying to impress your girl! What do you have planned? A dinner on the horizon? A spa date? Oh! No! Another shopping spree?l

Yes. No, but he should arrange that. And absolutely not. He’s not Tyler.

“No,” Miguel squints. “But how can you tell?”

“You’re easy to read, big guy. Even when you think about her your eyes turn into hearts. When have you ever thought to wear a button down for a roadtrip to the beach?”

“Touche.”

“I’ll figure out what you’re up to. I have my ways.”

She twirls and runs up to Gabriel’s room, leaving a waft of strong perfume after her.

With that, Miguel knew it would be at least another 45 minutes before he could get on the road.

GymRat!Miguel who does his special knock on Gabriel’s door.

“I’m opening it, so you fiends better have your clothes on.”

He swung the door open to the disheveled couple. Dana with her hair astray and Gabriel breathing eerily hard.

“Seriously, guys? I need to go by the airport.”

“I was just waking him up!” Dana says with a voice that was much hoarser than it was an hour ago.

“Well,” Miguel put a hand on his hip in a way that anyone could tell he was Conchata O’Hara’s son. “Are you awake, Gabri?”

Gabriel’s face was as red as a tomato as he shook his head no.

Miguel pitched his voice higher to mimic his brother. “Ten minutes. And then we can have a conversation on time management and respect. Except it won’t be “safely” because I’m going to hurt you.”

GymRat!Miguel who finally backs out of the driveway in exactly ten minutes. Gabriel is rubbing his arm in the passenger seat with a pout on his face. Dana is grinning from ear to ear.

GymRat!Miguel who hands Gabriel the aux. He might be a silly boy, but his music taste is immaculate.

GymRat!Miguel who almost has to hurt Gabriel again when he doesn’t want to get out of the passenger seat.

“Why do I have to move?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not grounds for anything!”

Dana pokes her head over the console. “Gabie. Read the room. He wants to grip on to his girl while he drives with one hand. Show off.”

GymRat!Miguel who kisses you and grabs your bags at the same time when he sees you. The cars around are loud, honking sporadically. People are walking and running to catch cabs or get to their loved ones. Workers are trying to direct the traffic.

It all quiets down when he meets your eyes.

“Hola, mi amor.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and bring him close. “Hello to you too, my love.”

You smile up until he presses his lips against yours. More and more pecks follow after that.

He holds his nose to yours, completely enraptured by your presence.

“Oh my god, let’s go!” Gabriel shouts from the car, pressing his palm against the steering wheel.

“You’re not the one driving, pinche pendejo!”

You giggle and stand on your tippy toes to try and see over Miguel’s shoulder. You’re still too short so you lean sideways. Miguel melts.

“Just a few more and we’ll be done Gabriel!”

“Fine. For you, I’ll let it slide.”

You stand back up straight and kiss Miguel a little more.

GymRat!Miguel who does reach over and grip your thigh. If Gabriella and Troy weren’t in the back belting, he’d hike his hand up further.

“Right now I can hardly breathe!” Gabriel pivots his head towards Dana dramatically, water bottle a faux mic.

“Oh! You can do it, just know that I believe.” Dana is touching his chest dramatically.

“Are they always like this?” You ask, laughing a little at their antics.

Miguel groans in annoyance. “Yes.”

GymRat!Miguel who nearly sprints out the car when he parks by a pump. He’s been riding for a bit and he needs to stretch his legs.

“Miggy, you want something from the store?”

You’re standing next to the car, the wind blowing your hair back. Your jacket blows away a little, showing off the tight little outfit you’re sporting. You’re beautiful.

He wants to break you down in the front seat of his car.

He swallows the thought. “I’ll come in there soon, don’t worry.”

You walk in the giant gas station and head immediately to the Icee machines. For the best possible experience, you should wait until it’s time to go before buying it.

As you’re walking along the wall wondering what flavor you should get, you feel a tug at your arm.

You turn to see Dana with some bottles in her hand.

“I don’t know what he’s planning, but trust me when I say, you should take these.”

You frown as you take the cranberry juice. “Um.”

“I’ve been around those two long enough to know when one of them is up to something. I mean Gabriel hasn’t said anything off, but look at how he’s bopping around the store.”

You turn and look.

He is indeed bouncing more than usual. He’s so tall that if he puts even more pep in his step, he might just break a hole in the ceiling.

“Ok,” you turn back to Dana while fighting a laugh. “So they are planning something. What does that have to do with me and cranberry juice?”

“Gabie tries his best to use bro code, but I quite literally suck the information out of him sometimes. He caught Miguel looking at lots of articles about pleasuring his partner. With his mouth. That’s all I know for now.”

Your heart picks up. He was still going on about that?

“That might just be a coincidence.”

“He’s wearing damn near beach attire with his hair styled. He held onto your thigh for an hour, even when the turns got tough. He stared at you walking into the store even until he couldn’t see you anymore.”

You bit your lip. “Those last two things are standard Miguel behavior.”

Dana huffs and spins you around.

Across the store, you could see Miguel and Gabriel huddled over something. Miguel with his eyes focused and Gabriel animatedly explaining something. Every once in a while, Miguel would nod and roll his eyes up as if he was mentally checking on something.

You sigh and turn back around.

“Do they sell pineapples too?”

GymRat!Miguel who looms over you while you and Dana are looking at some cakes. You look up at him, pressing your head against his chest.

Miguel kissed your forehead when you beamed at him.

He looked over to Gabriel who was also crowding Dana and shouted, “¡Vamos!”

In a matter of seconds, Miguel had lifted you and brought you to the middle of the store where the workers were cooking up fresh meat.

You squeal in shock and laugh on the way over. Miguel’s not even struggling.

Gabriel on the other hand huffs as he places Dana down.

“You need to work on that, babe.”

“I can lift you when I want to!” Gabriel replies, petulant.

“For like one minute maybe. Why don’t you start working out with Miguel?”

“No thanks.” They both said in unison, almost carbon copies of each other.

Really, if Miguel didn’t work out, or if Gabriel did for about a year, they could definitely play off as twins. Only subtle things separating them, like Gabriel’s freckles, softer face, and slightly shorter height and Miguel’s less curly hair, thicker eyebrows, and deeper voice.

In your eyes, their bond was precious. You wondered what their baby pictures looked like.

“You guys are so cute,” you say, reaching up to squeeze both of their cheeks.

They both melt the same way in your hands. Miguel’s face is only a little bit hotter against your palm.

GymRat!Miguel who presses up against you while you both check out. You stay nonchalant and talk to the cashier like normal, but you could feel Miguel’s heartbeat through your thin romper.

Every breath he took molded on your skin, his chest rising and falling against your head.

He kept steady hands on your hips and waist, only moving them to pay for your snacks.

The cashier would take not-so-subtle breaks to stare up at him, face getting redder after each glance.

You could only think “me too, girl.”

He really did look good today. His shirt was open a little lower than normal, his shorts loose but tightening around his thighs with every step he took. His hair was slicked back with a few strands falling loose and shades sat perfectly on top of his head. A chain danced around his neck, the color glowing on his pretty skin. He was tanner than usual, the sun making him glow after so many morning runs.

To top it off he smelled really good. You wanted to lick him.

From how slow the cashier was moving, you knew she was ready to take a lick too.

You took moments like this in stride. Especially when Miguel was pressed so hard against you, you could feel his dick at the small of your back.

Still, when people still tried to hit on your boyfriend or gawked at him even when you caught them, it was hard not feel frustrated about others thinking he can be taken from you. Or just ignoring you.

More often than not, Miguel would bring you back down to earth with some action to let others know that he’s taken.

Today, it was a kiss to your neck and a smack to your ass followed by his hand rubbing circles in the same spot.

He grabbed the bags in one hand and your hip in the other.

You looked back to the cashier scanning the next customer far more aggressively than before.

GymRat!Miguel who eats half of his sandwich before starting the car back up.

You still place the other half in front of his mouth, feeding him occasionally.

He just smiles before and after each bite. Giddy with attention. You wipe his mouth to stop sauce from spilling from his shirt.

Miguel almost turns the car into turbo drive.

GymRat!Miguel who finally makes it to the beach an hour or so later. It’s late Thursday afternoon, so the sun is still shining bright.

Gabriel is excited to finally be free from the tight back seat so he uses the opportunity to blast music from Miguel’s stereo.

“C’mon, Dana! Dance with me,” Gabriel said, pulling her out of the back seat and bringing her to the front of the var. “Let’s have a twerk-off.”

You can’t stop the laugh that spills out of your mouth. You couldn’t imagine either of them shaking anything.

“I can not twerk and you know it!”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t shake. Don’t be shy now!”

You and Miguel get out of the car to stretch, Miguel watching the two over the hood of the car, unphased.

Gabriel turns to you with a glint in his eyes. “Can you twerk?”

You were ready to shake your ass on a yacht after some liquid courage, but you didn’t mind a little dancing beforehand.

You hurried to the front before the song was over and put your hands on the hood. You bend over with an arch in your back and move your ass to the beat of the song.

You hear Gabriel shout, “Oh shit! Go, go, go!”

Dana sprints, nearly bulldozing Gabriel to stand behind you and catch it. You laugh at the two and bend even deeper, encouraged by their cheers.

GymRat!Miguel whose eyes nearly pop out of his head when you bend over.

When did you learn how to do that?

He’s stunned for a second until he reaches inside the car and turns the radio off. He’s going to kill Gabriel.

Miguel hurries to the front and picks Dana up by her armpits to move her aside. “You guys are wasting my gas and neither you or you are CashApping me shit.”

He straightens you up and pulls your risen romper back over your ass. He stands behind you like a bodyguard, arms crossed and frown deepening.

“I don’t know what you think we’re going to be doing on this yacht, but all of my girls are throwing it back. You need to prepare yourself, Mig.” Dana scoffs, mostly offended that Miguel just removed her from a dream spot.

“Yeah, Mig. Be mindful of why you were invited to the function,” Gabriel turned his nose up and wrapped his arm around Dana. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, m’lady.”

Gabriel bowed to you and you curtsied back with a fake dress. The two of them walked like royalty to the trunk, gathering their bags.

GymRat!Miguel who stuttered trying to explain himself when you turned to him.

“Is it going to be a problem for you that I’m dancing with others?”

“No!” he said way too fast.

You gave him a look with your eyebrow raised.

“You just,” he paused. His voice got quieter as he played with the strap of your romper. “You never danced on me before.”

He had a pout on his face, mouth turned like a duck.

“Oh my god, Miguel. I can dance on you if you would like. You just have to ask.” He was so cute. You’ve never seen him get that jealous before.

You kind of want to play with him some more.

“Can you dance on me later?” he asks, not daring to meet your eyes.

“Of course.”

You giggle as you kiss his cheek. His pout slowly disappearing from his face.

GymRat!Miguel who is greeted by the enthusiastic captain with a shake that moves his entire arm. He’s a jolly little fellow, cheeks rosy and his mustache curled on the ends. He was also strangely stocky. He reminded Miguel of Santa Claus if he took vacations in the Bahamas when he’s not at the North Pole.

“I take it you’re Mr. Stone’s son, yes?”

“That would be me.”

“Excellent! Excellent. Your father has told me quite a lot about you. You sure do take after his height. My name is Captain Barrett and I’ll be steering the boat for you youngins this weekend. Me and your father go way back. And between you and me, I was better lookin’!”

Miguel chuckles awkwardly, trying to move the conversation along.

He finally looks past Miguel and sees the three of you standing there.

“And who might you three be?”

“This is my younger brother, Gabriel. His girlfriend, Dana.”

“And this is my girlfriend.” Miguel moves by your side and wraps his arm around your shoulders. His tone is full of warmth as he says your name.

“It’s nice to meet you all. Will you all be in our cabins this weekend?”

“Yeah, this is four of the ten staying on board. The others won’t get here until tomorrow at noon.”

“Is Kron supposed to be joining you all too?”

Miguel stiffens, his grip on your shoulder a little firmer.

“Not that I know of, no.”

“Perfect! He ruined my other boat and it took me ages to clean it up. Hopefully, you’re nothing like him.” Captain Barrett does a little pleading gesture with his hands.

“Welp, follow me and I’ll show you on board!”

GymRat!Miguel who is still stunned by the amount of things money can buy when he sees the yacht. He’ll never get used to the life of luxury that Tyler introduces to him.

“Holy shit,” Gabriel mutters as he stares up at the black and wooden beauty of the deck. Dana elbows in his side, telling him to be polite in front of the captain.

“Welcome to Black Jack.”

There were crew members there to hand out fancy smoothies and grab everyone’s bags.

You had seen yachts on some of your old high school classmates’ Insta stories but this was beyond.

“I’d like to introduce you guys to the crew. They’ll be assisting me to give you youngins a good time.”

Captain Barrett ran down the line and you all greeted every person. Miguel made mental notes of their names. They’ll be getting close with all of the surprises he had planned for you.

“And this is my son, Blake! He’ll be helping me up in the cockpit.”

Miguel stopped to shake his hand.

He was like the textbook definition of a pretty frat boy. Tall, but not O’Hara tall, tan, and handsome. He smiled and showed a straight line of teeth, dimples peeking through.

“Nice to meet you, Miguel. Kron’s really not coming?”

What’s with people asking about that dickhead today?

“Nope. Just us and our friends. If he does come, it’s news to me.”

Blake went to shake your hand and it was like he started to glow under the sun. His smile went up to his eyes and he mimicked the heartthrobs in the movies Miguel’s cousins watched growing up.

“And who’s this?”

“My name is-”

“My girlfriend,” Miguel said before you could even finish.

You looked up at him in shock, laughing it off. “That too, but I have a name.” You respond to Blake and shake his hand.

Miguel doesn’t like how his eyes scan your body. It was subtle, but he caught it.

Even as you all finish up greetings, Blake is still making moves towards you. The type of flirting that probably flew over your head, but Miguel has been around enough guys like him to know exactly what it was.

“So is this your first time on a boat?” Blake asked you while he guided you guys to your room.

“No, actually. But it’s definitely my first time on a yacht, especially one this huge.”

Miguel followed behind with Dana and Gabriel.

“Is this your first time on a boat?�� Miguel mocked Blake quietly, mouth scrunched up.

“‘La envidia esta flaca, porque muerde y no come,’” Gabriel replied. “You’re turning green from your neck, bro. He’s just being nice.” (Envy is thin, because it bites and does not eat.)

“No, he’s definitely flirting,” Dana quipped. “He’s not even paying the rest of us any attention.”

“Thank you, Dana. And Gabriel, don’t ever quote a Spaniard to me again.”

“How do you call that flirting? He’s not even-” Gabriel paused as Blake laughed really loud at something that you said with his hand guiding you way too close on your ass. “Ah shit.”

Miguel stomped towards you two, yanking Blake’s hand off of you and replacing it with his.

“I think we’ve got it from here. You can show those two where they’ll be staying. Thanks,” Miguel nods his head towards Dana and Gabriel with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Right,” Blake responds to him with a blank face. “I’ll see you up on the deck.” Blake winks at you before walking further.

“Don’t kill him, Miguel,” Dana pats his shoulder as she walks by.

“You’ve got my permission to hurt him if he touches me one more time though,” you say, snuggling close to Miguel and patting at his chest.

“So, I’m killing him. Got it.”

GymRat!Miguel who watches you twirl around the VIP suite.

“Miguel! This is so beautiful! Look at the view.”

“Oh my god! There’s a walk-in closet!”

“There’s a bidet! How’d they fit that and a shower in here?”

Miguel leaned on the doorway, watching you comment on every little thing.

You made sure to start to spray everything with Lysol, a habit from your mom when traveling.

While you were in the bathroom, Miguel got out one of his first gifts of the night.

It was another keychain to add to your collection. He’s been working hard to have this weekend make up for the awful dinner night.

He placed it on the bed and started to open his bag to grab his pajamas.

“What’s this?” you ask, coming out to spray the bed.

“Just a little gift for you.”

“Aw, this is so cute!” Your voice gets higher as you take in the little legos. “They even look like us! When did you get these?”

“I got them made about a week ago. You like them?”

“I love them! Thank you, Miggy.”

GymRat!Miguel who wants to moan when you walk out.

You guys are going on a double date with Gabriel and Dana at a casual-not-so-casual restaurant farther in the city. That didn’t stop you from getting all dolled up.

You walk to him on the bed, standing in between his legs.

“Amor,” Miguel said, rubbing his hands up and down your backside. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you. So do you,” you responded, careful to not run your hands through his hair. It was a comfort for you, but you didn’t want to ruin it.

Instead, you bent down to kiss him in the quiet of the room. The sun was still out, but a lot dimmer than before. Little patches of sunlight caught Miguel’s eyes. The color was so deeply brown, you swore you saw speckles of red throughout.

He moved to sit you on his lap, glancing over every detail of your body.

“You’re making it harder for me to want to leave.”

“It’s funny that you say that. You’ve been walking around like you’re straight out of a beach movie. Chest out and legs for days.”

Miguel blushed and put his head in your chest, bending you back and holding you so you won’t fall.

“What are you hiding for? It’s true!” you laugh as Miguel seemed to burrow his face deeper.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to call me out.” He was just trying to impress you, per usual.

GymRat!Miguel who gets nervous on the way to the restaurant. It was one of those immersive experiences with projections on the plates that told stories with the meals. They were pretty cute to Miguel and he figured that all three of you guys would love it.

The only thing is, he pulled some strings with Tyler to add an extra animation in there. He’s not sure how much that cost, but he’s glad he didn’t have to see the price.

GymRat!Miguel who side-eyes Gabriel when he just about screams as the little chef walks across the animated place.

“He’s so tiny!” he whisper-shouts. “So precious!”

By the time the first course comes out Gabriel is fighting tears.

“Control it, Gabri,” Miguel says, rubbing his back.

“I’m trying. I really am.”

GymRat!Miguel whose heart blooms when you laugh at one of the scenes. The little chef is squabbling with a giant shrimp and losing the battle.

GymRat!Miguel whose heart speeds up when the special animation starts up.

Only the two of your plates are lit up. There’s a river of chocolate that separates the two. From Miguel’s plate, there’s a little version of him that calls to your plate. He watches as your eyes grow when a mini you climbs on top of the plate and yells back. Your character throws him a kiss, sending a pink flutter across the river. The wave of it goes straight to mini Miguel’s heart who in turn, falls backwards dramatically.

The real you lets out a watery laugh at the scene, eyes looking at Miguel briefly in shock.

Mini Miguel jumps back up and gets to work, digging around the plate to grab biscoff cookies from the chocolate ocean to make a boat. While he works, your character wanders around the plate cutely, tidying up the area for his arrival.

When the boat is finished, Mini Miguel uses a giant spoon to steer the boat, singing out brightly the closer he gets to you. The mini you is jumping up and down, cheering him on just like you do in real life.

Once he gets to the edge of your plate, you lean close to give him a kiss. He climbs from the boat onto the plate and spins you around. You giggle in his hold until he lets you down.

From there, he starts to use the spoon to drag a chocolate message across the plate. He takes confident steps, spreading the brown syrup across the plate with ease.

“Tú eres mi luz.” (You are my light.)

When he finishes it, you both sit at the edge of the plate, feeding each other scoops of chocolate from the giant spoon. They both look up at you to wave, the Mini Miguel cheesing extremely hard as he waves both arms.

The animation fades away in a wave of browns and pinks, the waiters bringing out the actual plates of food.

The floodgates open when you’re presented with the same chocolate message, a slice of chocolate biscoff cake, and little chocolate decorations of the mini you and Miguel.

“Oh my god, the spoon is here too,” you say with emotion, picking up a chocolate coated spoon. “Miguel!”

You don't know what to do. You keep fanning your face in hopes to stop the tears from coming out and ruining the light makeup you had on. Dana hands you a pointed napkin and you thank her while holding your head back.

Gabriel is a mess, faces wet with tears. His cheeks are round as he blows out air to control his breathing.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, mi amor,” Miguel’s face is ridden with worry as he reaches across the table to grab your hand. He looks to Gabriel and sighs, “You either, hermanito.” (little brother)

“I’m good. I gotta just,” Gabriel waves a hand in front of his face cutely. “Just gotta get this out. If you’ll excuse me.”

He gets up to shuffle to the bathroom.

“I better go help him out. He gets a little delirious when he cries like that,” Dana says, rubbing your shoulder as she leaves the table.

Miguel wastes no time to sit in Dana’s seat, taking the napkin from your hands and wiping carefully at your tears.

“I love you. So, so much,” you say, resting your face in his hands. “Everyday, you find new ways to surprise me. I don’t know how you do it, but I’m just…”

You pause, waving your hands in the air, unable to express how you felt. Just thinking about it has the tears spilling over again.

“Hey, hey,” Miguel chides, catching your tears again. “If you keep crying, I’m going to cry.”

“I can’t help it, Miguel! You made a cookie boat to get to me. How can I not cry?”

Miguel reaches to kiss your cheeks in hopes to help you subside the tears, “I know, baby, I know. But to answer your first thought, when I think of you, the ideas just pour out of me. You’re my first true love, so I don’t know all the ends and outs of a relationship, but I do know what it feels like to be loved. I just want to extend that feeling to you.”

You stare in awe and the man sitting next to you, eyes glistening as you take in his words.

“I think I need another tissue.”

Miguel laughs as he grabs one to pat at your face again.

GymRat!Miguel who feeds you bites of the cake while you feed him scoops of ice cream when you’ve calmed down. You can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

divider by: @iwonbin 🩵

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PLUS ONE

》 A TRESE TWOSHOT 《

[Maliksi x Reader]

📝 Summary: In which your beloved best friend snatches you from your apartment at dawn asking you to be his plus one for his cousin's wedding. Unbeknownst to the clueless you, everything is just going according to Maliksi's ultimate masterplan. With the help of friends and family, the Prince of the Tikbalang finally gets the girl he's been longing for. And oh, Señor Armanaz gets his dream daughter-in-law and the promise of grandchildren within the year.

📌 Warning: May contain some slight NSFW for spicy suggestiveness and cussing. No smut or anything super SPG—this girl can't write that for her life—but just be prepared. It's Maliksi we're talking about. We've got friends-to-lovers, obliviousness, pining, fluff, and a tikbalang simp. Figure it out. 😃

(word count: 7,454) ♥︎ Part Two: ?

》 AUTHOR'S NOTE 《

Not an Inday spinoff, but a lengthy oneshot in celebration of this blog getting 90 followers. Just ten more to 100, yay! Thank you so much for the love and support, everyone. I also promised that I'll be making this brainrot that @binibiningbabaylan and I have fangirled over a few days ago (find the original post here) when I finished the latest chapter of Inday. Here it is! 🥰

Before I forget, I was also inspired by the cute fic made by @crispybasil titled "Sunshowers" and the "Trese Boys As Things My Guy Friends Do" made by the amazing @smolla-than-a-bug (I bow down to your wonderful works in the Trese fandom). I definitely see Maliksi to be the type to go on spontaneous roadtrips and be the boyfriend to drive you around eveeeerywhere (while also driving you crazy). 🚘

There are also some songs mentioned throughout this work. You should probably listen to them while reading for the full experience. Ending was somewhat rushed but eh, I'm too exhausted and I've rewritten it too many times. Also, if someone makes some actual tikbalang smut, tag me please. Anyways, enjoy! 💕

The way it all started was hilarious. Absolutely fucking hilarious. It happened like a blur. Literally. One second, you were snoozing in your bed. The next? You had a seatbelt on in the shotgun seat of a sophisticated-looking car. Your brain didn't even get to process it yet.

"... So let me get this straight," you grumbled, still half-asleep from your sleep marathon. You just finished a hugely successful project at work yesterday, got promoted, and wanted to make up for the restless nights you spent overtime in the office. Of course you were irritated from being disturbed. You were on vacation leave for two entire weeks, originally planning to go into temporary isolation by deactivating your social media accounts and reserving a beach cabana for yourself in Batangas.

Well, turns out, you weren't going to Batangas anytime soon. All because your unreasonably spontaneous bestfriend of ten hectic years stole you from your apartment at 2AM. Was this considered kidnapping? Was this him just being more in touch with his tikbalang side, taking unsuspecting women in their sleep and leading them to their inevitable death? (He was going over the speed limit, so it was a valid thought.) Will wearing your shirt inside-out save you today? Lord, masyado ka pang pagod para mag-isip ngayon.

"Go on."

"You abducted picked me up in the middle of the night because you want me to be your plus one at your cousin's wedding in Tagaytay?"

"Yup. And technically, the venue is right on the outskirts of Cavite going to Tagaytay," he corrected you as a matter-of-factly.

"Same thing, whatever," you huffed tiredly. "Your cousin's wedding is at 6AM today. In a few hours. In four hours."

"Uh-huh."

You groaned exasperatedly, "Mal naman, eh! You didn't even let me bring anything. Could've at least given me a heads-up a few hours ago. I'm practically emptyhanded right now save for my phone! Sinungaling ka, you said this was just a normal midnight drive—not a freaking wedding!"

The Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang, son of the Great Stallion, heir to the Armanaz herd, and the Top Drag Racer of C-5 Expressway—if that was even one of his Game of Thrones-like titles—grinned as he continued driving beside you. He let you continue ranting in the passenger seat while he mulled over his ultimate masterplan that would change his entire life later on. He was a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy, so all this wasn't his thing. But for you? He'll make plans, alright.

"Wala man lang akong dinalang masusuot o kahit konting makeup para maging presentable sa harapan ng buong pamilya mo," you exclaimed, in absolute despair. "Do you know how out of my league you are? Your rich-ass family might judge me—hell, your dad might see me as a hampaslupa if I show up there in my pambahay and tsinelas!"

"Psh, I'm not out of your league," Maliksi waved it off, smoothly turning a corner. "And calm down. We've known each other for a decade! My dad practically loves you as his own daughter. Heck, the entire family knows you and keeps telling me they want you adopted in already. Lolo Andres and Lola Perlita said they'd have the paperwork settled. You just need to sign them."

It would be even better (and easier) if you married into the family. To him, specifically (as if he'd let anyone else have you). God, he was already being so obvious in his advances, but you were just so damn oblivious whenever it came to romance. None of this needed to happen if you just got it through your thick skull that he was madly in love with you.

"That's not the point, idiot!" you slumped back into your seat, hopeless. "Do you think the bride and the groom will get offended? Shit, baka masumpaan ako kung magagalit sila, Mal. Mukha akong patay galing sa South Cemetery."

The long-haired tikbalang rolled his eyes, "Huwag kang mag-alala. Nothing's going to go wrong. Chill ka lang diyan. I've got everything under control, babe."

Babe. Yes, he even called you babe but you thought it was him being a himbo and a massive flirt. Now, it was his common term of endearment for you, but you still assumed it was him just being irksome to you and that you couldn't stop the man from saying it anymore. Thus, you let it be (the most obvious hint of his attraction to you, bestie).

"... Ugh, why didn't you ask Hannah or Amie to go with you?"

He just smiled knowingly, shrugging and making up an excuse, "Nagmamadali ako, eh. Hannah and Amie are also coming, but they already have the other tikbalang as dates."

"'Luh, ako pala ang backup choice mo?"

"Heh. Whatever you want to think."

Little did you know that you were always his first choice. Always. Even when he pursued Alexandra Trese many years ago, trying to convince himself you were just his best friend, it was always you. How did he come to that realization? Well, an international band he was a fan of released a song a couple years ago and he heard it being played in a club in BGC. The song title?

It Was Always You by Maroon 5.

Needless to say, after hearing the song and being unable to get it—get you—out of his mind at night, he stopped courting Alexandra. Unfortunately for him, that time, you'd started dating other men. Therefore, he was left on the sidelines... until your latest and most painful breakup, at least. That was five years ago. You still hadn't dated anyone since then, kind of traumatized from getting into another failed relationship like that.

In the present day, as if the fates were playing on you two, one of your favorite artists played on the radio. A very ironic song given the situation you two were in.

Best Friend by Rex Orange County.

Maliksi knew it was a favorite of yours. He knew it by the way your eyes lit up like a star brightening the twinkling night sky. Like the sun first rising in the morning at Apolaki's command. Like the moon extending its gentle rays from the magic of Mayari herself. If there was anything he wanted to ask of the old gods, it was you—everything else be damned.

"I wanna be the one that makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake," you half-sang and half-screamed happily, somewhat out-of-tune. "I can't wait to be your number oooooone! I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine—"

Maliksi glanced at you, not minding that his eardrums were probably getting microscopic ruptures from your aggressive singing. As much as he wanted to stare at you all day, he had to keep his eyes on the road. But the lyrics you were singing were wrong; the Prince of the Tikbalang was already yours from day one.

"Babe, McDo drive-through tayo for breakfast. Let me make it up to you. Gusto mo ng caramel sundae for your promotion gift? Sige. Ako bahala. Chicken nuggets din? Mabubusog ka ba niyan? I don't think they serve those this early..."

》》》

"Sandali lang!" you shouted out from inside an empty room. You'd just arrived at the venue—the Alta Veranda de Tibig in Silang, Cavite (practically the gateway to Tagaytay)—an hour or so ago. The hired makeup artist just left so that you could privately change into the outfit that had been bought specifically for you. Curse Mal and his ability to buy anything (perhaps anyone) he wanted. "Bwiset, Mal, you didn't tell me we'd be part of the damn entourage. We have to be walking the aisle in thirty minutes, simbako! You just love rushing me, don't you!?"

If only you were the one walking down the aisle today towards him.

When you exited the room, Maliksi couldn't help but let his jaw drop as he skimmed your figure, clad in the luxurious, silky satin blush midi dress he bought in one of those fancy stores in Makati yesterday. He imagined that it would look great on you, but now, seeing it on you in person... you looked divine (and frankly, he wanted to see it off your body to see what was underneath—but don't get too ahead of yourself, Mal). It was a whole 'nother level from his imagination. The deep cowl neckline and thin spaghetti straps showed your lovely collarbones... as well as a peek of your cleavage. His favorite and the best part of it all? It was backless, allowing him to gaze at the tempting curve of your spine.

He hadn't realized he had grown silent until you smiled and closed his mouth, tapping his chin.

"Lalangawin ang bibig mo, Mal," you laughed softly. Never had you seen him so speechless. You then flicked your hair back, ridiculously posing for him like you were on the cover of Vogue magazine (haba ng hair mo, gurl!). "Do I look that good? Char lang."

"... You look absolutely ravishing—I mean, uh, stunning. Hot. Yeah." That was all he could say. He mentally punched himself for not showering you with more suave compliments.

Still, your face brightened up, not knowing that the man in front of you just fell for you a thousand times harder, "Wow! Really? Damn. Ang galing talaga ng MUA na kinuha mo, ginawa akong artista. Give me their contact number later! May work event pa naman ako in two months. I'm shocked, it's like they made me rise from the dead! Even my eyebags are gone, Mal! How'd they do that?" Heck yeah, your confidence was boosted. He offered his arm to you like a gentleman, making you half-heartedly roll your eyes (you took it anyway). From holding it alone, you could tell that your best friend was a sinewy man (well, you knew that already after seeing his tikbalang form before—the little shit didn't even wear a loincloth like all his clanmates; your poor eyes were eternally scarred).

You looked him up and down. You wouldn't lie—Maliksi is and always has been an attractive man. Now? With his hair in a ponytail (pun not intended), definitely one of the hunkiest men you've ever known. "You're not looking too bad yourself, horsey."

"Ako pa!" He puffed his chest out in pride. You chuckled at his reaction.

"By the way, how do you even know my dress size and my shoe size?"

"Babe, I've known you too long. You know almost everything about me, I know everything about you."

You snorted at his confident tone, "'Di nga? You don't know every single thing about me, Mal. Assuming ka masyado."

"Alam ko nga anong cup size mo. Wala lang 'yang shoe and dress size."

You slapped his shoulder, cheeks quickly flushing red, "Huy, umayos ka! Walang hiyang tikbalang na 'to." With this guy as your best friend? You heard dirty jokes at least once a day. "Don't be inappropriate here!"

"What? It's only fair I know!" He looked down on you suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. "You already know I always go commando, so of course I know that your bra is a size—"

"Shhh! Baka marinig ka, 'nyeta."

"So? Let them hear. My best friend has a nice set of melons!" he shouted. You were grateful there was no one around. Hopefully.

"Oh my God..."

Your best friend chortled at how flustered you'd become. He led you to where some of his family was waiting, with a couple of his relatives already greeting you. You instantly and quite easily mingled with them, your worries of them not accepting you far from even true (they all knew how much their prince loved the innocent you).

"Kayo na talaga, pare?" one of his older tikbalang clanmates asked while you went away to be fawned over by his aunts.

Maliksi chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched you from afar, "Heh. Hindi pa."

Another one of his clanmates—a younger one—laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "Talaga? That's cap, bro. You two are like a married couple already and you guys still aren't a thing?"

"Ilang taon na ba kayong magkakaibigan?" the older one asked him.

"Almost ten years," Maliksi responded, a smile unconsciously pulling his lips up as he remembered your moments together. He watched you converse with his female relatives (who adored you the moment Maliksi brought you to a family event many moons ago).

The two tikbalang snickered as they saw the look on the Great Stallion's heir.

"You're down bad," the younger one said, snapping a photo of his lovestruck kuya. "You've got it so bad for her, dudeparechong!"

"Balak mong ligawan anytime soon?" the older tikbalang inquired.

"Heh. Balak ko na ngang pakasalan. Kung pwede, ngayon."

They looked at Maliksi as if he was crazy. He was very much serious, though, even if there was a huge, lopsided smile on his face. The Prince of the Tikbalang raised a brow at them.

"What? Don't give me that look. Our ten years of being best friends is practically the courting and the dating stage already."

"Eh... you're right. Don't waste anymore time. Go and marry her today, dude. Suporta kami sa'yo, basta groomsmen kami sa kasal niyo, ha!"

"Ge. Without question."

Meanwhile, on your end with the ladies of the family, they started pestering you on your love life (like all typical Filipino aunties). Chismis everywhere.

"O, iha, single ka pa ba?"

"Kailan ka magpapakasal? Malapit ka nang pumasok sa thirties mo."

"Do you want kids? How many?"

"Are you and Maliksi a couple? You look good together! Kayo na, 'di ba?"

"Will you be getting married next? Are you engaged? When's the wedding? Invite niyo kami!"

Before you could get overwhelmed by their questions, Maliksi swept you off your feet to lead you to the entourage that was lining up outside the chapel area. Again, it happened like a blur. He laughed at the partially nauseated look on your face.

"You okay there?" he asked, grinning.

"Your family thinks we're together," you muttered quietly, not meeting his eyes. You weren't sure why you felt... tingly about their statements.

He tilted his head at you curiously, gently setting you down on your feet and helping you stand.

"Do you hate the idea?" It hurt him to ask you the question, but he wanted your thoughts on it. Perhaps doing this was a bad idea. Maliksi was competitive in many things, including wanting you to be his, but if you were so opposed to it, he would never force you into something you didn't want. He let go of your hand; you didn't even notice he'd been holding it until he let go. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Your wide-eyed gaze snapped back to look up at him, "No! No, it's not that! And... it's not bad." Your hand felt strangely empty now that his was gone. Biting your lip, you disclosed, "You're not making me uncomfortable, Mal. Don't ever think that."

With that, you shyly interlocked your arm with his, tearing your eyes from his to mask the growing warmth you felt spreading in your veins. You two didn't say anything else when the ushers let you walk down the beautiful, petal-covered aisle together.

The man beside you was starstruck. Hopeful. Maybe both of you did have a chance. Maybe somewhere in the depths of your soul, his feelings for you were being reciprocated. For the rest of the sacred ceremony in the gorgeous main pavilion, both of you relished in short, comfortable, and low conversations. He even cracked jokes every once in a while—really funny ones that made it challenging for you to you stifle your laughter.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Maliksi fervently prayed to Bathala that he'd experience the same opportunity he was seeing with you someday. One day.

Even while the sun was brightly out, the sky began showering down light rain onto the land. You were in awe as you looked out the window.

"Hala, totoo nga pala! Tignan mo!" you laughed, tugging Maliksi's suit sleeve, pointing at the window.

"Na ano?" he curiously inquired, not understanding what you were referring to.

"Na kapag may tikbalang na kinakasal, umuulan habang may araw pa," you replied, eyes filled with childlike mirth and wonder. A rainbow had even begun to form by the clouds. "Look, it's magical! Ang ganda pala ng view dito kasama ang old Spanish architecture. Timeless na timeless. It's so pretty, 'no? Picture tayo 'maya, Mal."

Unlike you, it wasn't the sky outside that the prince was looking at. Amidst the loud cheers for the newlywed couple and the bubbles the guests were blowing, his vision could only focus on how magnificent you looked while being amazed. You were his best view. (Ed from 90-Day Fiancé, kabahan ka na, may katapat ka sa pickup line mo.)

》》》

"Smile for the picture!"

You giggled as Maliksi was dragged into a photo-op with the bridesmaids and the important older wedding sponsors a few feet away (funnily, he looked a little constipated around them). All of a sudden, when he was heading back to your direction, you were roughly pushed into the said man's arms. When you turned around, there was nothing (except maybe a gust of wind that came out of nowhere).

"Ooh, gotcha. Careful," the tikbalang steadied you, strong hands holding your biceps. "Natapilok ka?"

"... Huh, hindi naman," you wondered suspiciously, looking around. "I think someone pushed me? Parang tinulak ako... but wala namang tao."

"Weird. Maybe it was just the wind."

It actually was. Really. Maliksi knew for a fact that it was those two taong hangin who were spying on you from the corner, trying to pair you up. He gave them a thumbs-up while your back was turned in the opposite direction. Hannah and Amie returned the thumbs-up before vanishing. Suddenly, the two wedding photographers had moved on from the bridesmaids and were right beside you.

"What a lovely couple you two are!" she praised. Before you could correct her, she held up the black contraption she held towards you two. "Pose for the camera, lovelies!"

And so you did, the photographer guiding you two on what to do. Maliksi wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned on his side, looking sidewards to the camera with one leg cocked in front of the other. Her assistant, who was holding a polaroid camera, printed out two photos for you.

"Thank you," you told him, taking the photos from his hands then flicking them rapidly to make the images develop. You and Mal were about to walk to the reception area when the photographer stopped you, handing the male beside you a business card.

"If you two need a photographer or a videographer for your wedding, call me," she signaled to both of you before running to another guest, bringing her assistant with her.

You gawked, "Mal, did you just hear what she said?"

"Loud and clear." A grin was on his face. He seemed very pleased at what he heard.

"... How can she even tell if someone is married or not?"

Maliksi's free hand took your left hand, tapping the ring finger, "Nothing here."

"Ooooooh. I get it now." Your brows creased. "Huh. This is like the fifth time today the people here have mistaken us for a couple."

Maliksi shrugged, teasing you, "Who knows? Baka may potential tayo, babe."

Before you could ask him what he meant, he was hurriedly towing you to the reception venue. While he was doing that, you stared at the now-developed polaroid photos you were holding. Huh. Maybe you two did look like a couple.

"Come on, they're serving some snacks at the welcome reception area. Peach pie and mango float-flavored. Paborito mo, babe."

》》》

The rest of the night went by without a hitch. You were actually enjoying the event—the host was great, the food was great, the music was great. Everything was great... that was, until the games.

"Alright! Now that the bride's garter has been removed, let's have the bouquet and garter toss... starting with the females!" the host announced. "Dear bride, please stay here in front. And all single ladies—and by single I mean ready to mingle and are not married—please rise and stand here on the dance floor. Let's play matchmaker tonight, everyone!"

"Uy, single ladies daw," Maliksi nudged your side. "Sign mo na 'yan." You snorted like a pig.

"Nope, ayokong madamay sa bouquet toss," you whisper-yelled at your best friend. "Do you know how embarrassing that is?! Besides, they won't notice if I don't join! Special tactic ko 'yan sa weddings: pretending I'm not single. Katabi naman kita."

More women came to the front, making you feel assured that you didn't need to participate. The host was about to say something, when the bride interrupted to whisper something into his ear.

"Hala, halaaa! Sabi ko all single ladies, pero may isang single lady na nagtatago pa!" he announced, making you freeze. Please don't let it be you. "What's her name, beloved bride?"

"Y/N L/N." You nearly spat out your champagne. You? Did they just call out your name? How did they know?

"Oh fuck," you cursed quietly.

"'Di ka makakatakas dito, babe," Maliksi jabbed, making you stand up. "Tinatawag ka na."

"Baka may ibang Y/N L/N dito," you resisted, attempting to sit back down. "I can't do this, Mal."

"'Sus, ikaw pa. And it's just a symbolic ceremony!" he encouraged, as if he didn't have any underlying intentions. "I doubt the bouquet will go to you anyway."

Sheesh, what a big fat liar you are, tikbalang prince.

You expressed your dissatisfaction with the situation, "Bwiset, fine. I'll just... dodge it. Or evade it. God, I swear..." You calmed down, confident. "I'm not going to worry. I've never caught the bouquet at my own friends' weddings anyway."

When you were at the dance floor, Maliksi snickered, seeing the bride—his cousin—wink at him. After all, he had thoroughly bribed her earlier.

《《《

"It's about time you settled down with someone, Mal," the bride commented while he slipped her the newest Hermés designer bag filled with a bunch of jewelry (plus some bills) two hours ago, right before the reception began and while you were in the restroom freshening up. "Hehehe, this is why you're my favorite cousin."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Of course. I'll make sure she participates. I'll also try to throw it in her direction."

"Good. Thanks."

"You better invite me to your beach wedding. I can tell how much you love her."

"Not a problem. I'll even make you a sponsor."

The bride stared at her bouquet, already practicing how she was going to throw it, "Tito's going to thank me so much for ensuring that he's going to get grandkids soon, hihi."

》》》

Back to the present, on the other end of the room, Maliksi saw a familiar duo give him a sign that they were ready. Bingo. Time to execute the most important part of his plan.

《《《

"I don't care how you do it," he told the two wind elementals after he bribed the bride. "I've already instructed the bride on what she should do, pero siguraduhin niyo lang talagang lumipad sa kanya ang bouquet."

"Mmhmm," Amie flipped her hair, a hand on her cocked hip. "And what do we get in return, oh great Señorito Armanaz?"

"Sagot ko bar-hopping niyo for one month."

The two girls pretended to think about it, making Maliksi roll his eyes. He had to pull out the big guns, huh?

"Fine. Magbibigay ako ng cash deposit plus pwede niyong gamitin ang black card ko for a one-week shopping spree in Ortigas." There. Bullseye. That's what they liked.

"Deal!" they exclaimed excitedly.

Hannah let a cool gust of wind enter one of the nearby windows, testing out how they're going to do this. "Ano pa bang pinaplano mo for Y/N mamaya?"

Maliksi hummed, "Basta."

》》》

You tried your best to hide within the densest part of the group of women. The bride seemed to have her eyes on you, weirdly enough, and she looked almost feral wanting to throw her flowers into someone's face.

That someone being you. Most likely.

"Target locked on," you saw her mouth move. She positioned herself like she was about to throw a football at someone (ahem, you). Holy shit, was she talking to you? Miss ma'am, it was a bouquet toss not a bouquet throw. The bride seemed to notice this, and once more regained her elegant composure.

"3, 2, 1," the host counted down. "Go!"

Surprisingly, the bouquet flew very high into the air (it was a wonder it didn't get tangled in the ceiling decor), but quite a distance away from you. You grinned, knowing it was too far to even touch you. Squeezing through the crowd of women eagerly awaiting the bouquet, you went to return to your assigned table.

Ah, what a wonderful evening.

Sike!

Something painfully landed right into your face, leaves and flowers getting into your hair and mouth.

... Wait, leaves and flowers?

Before you could comprehend it, the bouquet dropped right into your arms. What kind of ungodly, inhuman force allowed this to even happen?

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our lucky girl for the night!" Everyone clapped, with some—those guests you knew—even cheering your name unbelievably loud. The host approached you, a glint in his eye which you couldn't understand. "Miss Y/N, kindly sit here while we await the lucky guy who catches the garter from the groom."

What just happened?

"All single gentlemen, please proceed to the dance floor. Remember, the man who gets the garter gets to slip it onto the lucky lady's leg later!"

Oh, God. You pinched the bridge of your nose. What you'd give to be back at home or to be in that resort in Batangas you'd planned on going to for a solo vacation.

"To make this even more exciting," the host stated, handing you a black blindfold. "Our lucky lady has to keep her eyes closed until her lucky man for the night captures the bride's garter! When the music plays, only then can she uncover her eyes."

See? Humiliating, just as you expected. Still, you wrapped the blindfold around your head (albeit hesitantly). You attempted to guess who it might be, thinking of all the tikbalang friends Maliksi had introduced to you back then whenever he invited you to his clan reunions.

"Groom, are you ready?" the host asked, microphone loud and clear.

"Ready na ready!"

"Single gentlemen, are you ready?!"

"Ready na ready! Awoo, awoo!" they loudly chorused, exactly mimicking Spartans about to engage in battle. You sweatdropped in the seat you were in. This was actually kind of scary. Maybe you felt a bit objectified.

"3, 2, 1, go!"

There was a brief moment of silence, which made you concerned. Ba't ang tahimik? Then, everyone erupted into roars and bravoes much louder than when you caught the bouquet—perhaps even louder by tenfold. What the heck was happening?!

The music played. Very raunchy, spicy, babymaking music. You expected it to be the typical Careless Whisper by George Michael or Pony by Ginuwine (corny songs which you could probably laugh at, at least), but no. Nuh-uh, this was probably worse. The DJ must be pretty young, the song of their choosing being a slowed, bass-boosted, sexier remix of Earned It by the Weeknd.

Ano 'to, bold? Fifty Shades of Grey? The hell was this?

Alright. This was embarrassing. Thank the heavens there were no children at this party. From the music alone and its implications, this was strictly for adults.

You removed your blindfold (that was okay now, right?) as the guests whistled playfully. You peeked one eye open reluctantly, then inwardly groaned. Oh, no. You should've expected it to be him of all people from how loud the reactions were. And all those yells from the crowd were from his family.

Son of a—

"Well, this has proven to be a very interesting arrangement!" the host proclaimed. "Our lucky man for tonight is none other than our great clan leader's heir, Maliksi Armanaz! Congratulations, sir! You get to slip the lacey little garter on Miss Y/N!"

The said very smug tikbalang stood a few feet away from the chair you were sitting on, smirking at you. His hair was no longer in that mesmerizing ponytail—instead, he'd tied it into a more sinfully attractive man-bun, loose strands framing his face and accentuating that sharp, angled jaw of his (say yes and thank you to Manny Jacinto's jawline, besties).

"Let's cheer him on in his new mission, everybody!" the host pushed. Was this that glint in his eye earlier? And was that a one thousand peso bill sticking out of his pocket?

The groomsmen, Mal's cousins and uncles whom you've met before, hollered words of encouragement to the tall man (who was, oddly enough, not one bit fazed). In fact, Maliksi seemed like he was famished as he stared you down.

You swallowed, feeling like you were going to get eaten (heh, say that again). Maliksi had shrugged off his dark suit blazer to the beat of the song (holy fuck, he also unclasped the suspenders attached to his pants right before your eyes—asdfghjkl). Were you prepared for this? No. Will you ever be prepared? No!

"Mr. Armanaz, before you begin," the host interrupted. "We have an additional challenge for you in this mission. Kaya mo ba? It was a request of the newlywed couple."

"What is it?"

"Use your teeth!" the bride and the groom cheerfully shouted, clapping with the other guests. Whatdidtheysaaaaay???

The cocky bastard didn't even hesitate, his smirk at you growing wider; those pearly whites of his on full display. Was it just you or were his canines a little sharper than usual?

"Anything for the newlyweds. Challenge accepted," he dashingly replied, winking at you. You sputtered indignantly. Pisteng yawa. Putangina. Putek. Pakshet. You swore you thought of every swear word in the book at that moment. What did that YouTube parody song about Filipino mythological creatures say again? About the tikbalang? Ah, yes. Half-macho dancer and half-stallion. Maybe the joke was true, especially when you saw what Maliksi did next.

He bit the shred of lace, loosening his necktie (bestie, you good there?), unbuttoning some top buttons, and rolling up the sleeves of his collared white undershirt up to his elbows (consequently showing off his toned, veiny forearms—those lucky bridesmaids behind him nearly fainted). Honestly, you felt like you were about to lose your mind from embarrassment. With how tantalizing your guy best friend was being? Let our response be: San Pedro, kunin mo na ako. Was he doing all this to tease you? To rile you up?

Because damn it all, it was working. In your ten years of knowing Maliksi Armanaz, withstanding all his daily dirty jokes and flirtatious attempts, never had you seen him like this. So... wolfish. Ravenous. Like he was a man that hadn't been fed in years.

He stalked closer towards you, falling to his knees in front of your legs. Your gown had a long slit that extended up to an inch or two below where your left leg began—your best friend was eyeing his target already, knowing where to place the garter. Normally, you would never even wear something as revealing as this gown. It just wasn't your type, but Maliksi was the one who bought this for you for this specific occasion, so you had no choice. It was this or your pantulog he stole you in just hours ago. At first, you were confident in the gown. Now? You felt too... naked.

Somehow, in the heat of it all, you'd muted out the noise of the venue. Maliksi teasingly lifted your foot up, fingertips slyly grazing the thin shoe straps around your left foot—his calculated touch leaving fire in its trail. Once the garter had been successfuly inserted past your high-heeled stilettos, the man kneeling in front of you kept his hands to himself. Despite the fact that now there was absolutely zero skin-to-skin contact between you and this man, your body felt hotter than it ever was before as he expertly slid the lacy bit of cloth up your ankle at an agonizingly slow pace.

Maliksi's warm eyes had turned dark, his pupils blown, a tinge of red in them—of his true beast—while he maintained striking eye contact with you, pulling the garter up your calf with his teeth. Smoothly tugging... tugging... tugging. Tangina, it was like he was undressing you with his eyes alone; like he was telepathically telling you to keep your eyes open.

To keep your eyes on him, where he was knelt inbetween your legs, his hands intentionally locked on his back. Did you ever imagine this? Him between your legs? Maybe. Once or twice. But you never thought about it seriously; Maliksi dated girls left and right in the past.

His lips... his lips were so close... so close to your leg that you could feel the heat of his breath along with the lace. Were you about to die? Perhaps you already did. Maybe you were in heaven. Up... up... up... snap!

Suddenly, he stopped, grinning up at you mischievously and letting the elastic bounce back to the skin of your left knee.

"I'm not going any further, don't worry, babe," he whispered, noting that your eyes had become misty and glazed over. Internally, he grew worried. "That's enough." Did he think it was from discomfort? From you being uncomfortable? Bitch, no. It was the exact opposite. You had never been this turned on in your entire life.

You felt like your soul had left your body at that moment. Did you just have a heart attack? Was your blood pressure okay? Before you or Maliksi could stand, however, someone bellowed from the wedding sponsor tables.

"Higher! That's an order!"

Fucking hell, it was Maliksi's father who shouted. He wasn't in the huge tikbalang form you'd normally meet him in, but he was still very intimidating in his humanoid form, commanding attention and subservience wherever he went. You could tell where Maliksi got it from.

Instantly, the other guests—already half-drunk and wanting the spirit of partying to continue on—joined in.

"Higher! Higher!"

The host cheered, "You heard Señor Armanaz! Higher!"

Maliksi gave you a questioning look. Even if it was his father who spoke up, he still wouldn't do anything you didn't want. Well, you two made it this far; there was no point in getting embarrassed now. You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding. You probably couldn't erase the redness on your skin with how much you'd blushed from this night. It was as if the heat was tattooed onto your skin.

"Go on, Mal," you whispered to him, bending your torso down closer to his face, eyes half-lidded from want. "Finish what you started, babe."

With those sultry bedroom eyes he'd never once seen you show him before—plus you turning the tables with that familiar term of endearment, how could he refuse? Like a switch had been flipped inside him, he immediately complied, taking the frilly scrap of stretchy lace between his teeth once more, moving it further up to your thighs until where your high slit ended—centimeters below the warming juncture between your legs.

Your legs felt wobbly... boneless, as you stood up from the chair, the fabric of your gown cascading over where the lace sat securely on your upper left thigh. The party was still going strong even after you two finished the garter wearing tradition.

"'Atta boy! That's my son!" Señor Armanaz blazoned, standing up and raising his glass for a toast. "Cheers to the newlywed couple! May they last forever!"

You guys weren't the newlyweds, but it did sure feel like it. If the clan leader was hyped up, everyone was hyped up. Heck, the groom and the bride didn't mind one bit what had just transpired on their dance floor. In all the chaos, Maliksi took you out of the reception area and somewhere quieter. More private.

You would need to have a serious, urgent talk with your boy best friend.

》》》

You two silently sat on a stone bench in a gazebo somewhere in the reserved venue for the wedding, trying to cool down and get yourselves back together (at this point, you needed ice from that steamy, half-scandalous event you just went through). Here, there was no one else except for the chirping of crickets, the lush trees surrounding the area, and the golden fairy lights strewn all over the roof. Awkwardness was something you'd expected after what just happened, but somehow, you still felt comfort in this man's presence. For the past thirty minutes, both of you just stayed still, lost in your thoughts and reflecting.

"Mal?" you finally spoke up.

"... Hmm?"

"Ano tayo?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

Your fingers instinctively reached out for his, just like they always did when you were anxious. Sensing this, he grasped your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Soothingly. He massaged the skin of your fingers, distracting you from your nervousness. It seemed like both nothing and everything changed between both of you. The gesture was the same, but so different at the same time.

"Mahal mo ako." It was not a question. It was a statement. A truth—one that you'd been too blind to see before. One that you only discovered while you stared into each other's eyes in that party not as best friends. You realized with a jolt in your heart what he really felt for you, and now, what you really felt for him. In those thirty minutes of silence, you knew. You just knew.

"Yes. I do."

"... Just as a best friend?" you probed.

"..."

Finally, you gazed into his eyes, previously so dark and full of hunger. Now? Just reluctant. Vulnerable. Open. Unsure of what to do next.

Seems like you had to be the one to take initiative tonight. Taking out your phone, you opened your music app and pressed play on a certain song. Ikaw at Ako by Johnoy Danao. You removed your heels (which were starting to blister your ankles and toes), then pulled him up to stand.

"Dance with me," you murmured, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist. He was stiff. Tense. What was he to do when the woman he's been pining after for so long let him hold her? All his gallantry and ability to romance disappeared out the window the moment you let him touch you so intimately.

You two weren't even waltzing. Just swaying. Slowly, you leaned your head on his broad chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"... I love you," Maliksi admitted in the middle of it all, feeling like he was dreaming. Your head on his chest kept him grounded to reality, however. "More than anything in the universe. I fell for you ever since you patched me up when you were nineteen and I was a reckless drag racer who didn't have a purpose in life. 'Nung dinala mo ako pabalik sa Armanaz Tower on the verge of death. Simula noon, ikaw lang."

"I realized that," you smiled, reminiscing the old memory. You were just a broke college student that time, coming back to your dorm from making your group thesis at a classmate's house. Imagine your panic when you found a half-man, half-horse bleeding out by some bushes on the way home at night. Despite your fear and your little money (only enough to feed you for the week), you went out of your way to buy a first-aid kit at the nearest 7/11. It was scary, but you managed to mend the creature's wounds by the side of the road. When he was finally able to speak, turning fully human (which you admit, freaked you out initially), you arduously carried him back to his address—to his father and his clan, even if you had classes the very next morning. Because of your heroic deed of saving their precious heir, the tikbalang clan had become indebted to you: a teenage girl on the verge of a mental academic breakdown, just making her way through the cruel adult world. How old of a memory that was, you thought, yet you still recalled it in perfect detail. "Just a while ago."

"Ah." He swayed you gently.

"Lahat ng ito, plano mo?"

"... Yes," Maliksi fessed up. "Except for this part where we're here dancing in this belvedere. Wala sa plano ko. Gusto ko sanang magconfess doon sa may fountain para sweet, pero..."

You lifted your head off his chest, smiling at him with one brow raised, "You know, between both of us, you're supposed to be the spontaneous one. Planning isn't usually your thing."

"I know. It's a failure, huh?" Maliksi sighed.

"Nah." You shook your head, then suddenly locked lips with him. It was so fast and surprising he didn't even get the chance to return your first kiss. For once, you caught him off guard. You pecked him on the lips again. "It's not a failure."

"Wha—"

"I'm sorry for making you wait, Maliksi. Ten years. We're twenty-nine now, and only tonight do I realize how blind I've been. We've been going around in circles, wasting so much time. Ayoko nang mag-aksaya ng oras," you whispered guiltily against his lips. How could you have been so blind? Andaming nasayang na taon. Making up your mind, you told him, "Yes. Sige, I accept. I'll be your plus one."

The tikbalang was flustered and baffled from the kiss, as well as your revelation, "... But, you already are?"

"No, silly. I meant that I'll be your plus one for life. For as long as you'll have me," you laughed, now processing that you were currently dancing barefoot with your boy best friend and had just kissed him in a wedding you didn't even plan on going to. The universe had a mysterious way of doing things. "Guess I'm the spontaneous one now, huh?"

Maliksi was tongue-tied. "Seryoso ka ba? Is... Is this a marriage proposal?"

"Whatever you want it to be," you echoed his words back to him. "Best friend, plus one, girlfriend, wife—mmpf!"

He kissed you so hard your lips bruised. After an impromptu makeout session which was definitely more in character for Maliksi, you both pulled away, panting heavily in search for air, still desperate for passion. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a sweet, featherlight Eskimo kiss.

"You're missing one more title."

"Hm? What do you mean, Mal?"

"Love of my life." He kissed you again, this time lifting you off your feet and spinning you around (his sneaky right hand was resting on your bum, too, giving it a tight squeeze). You know in the Princess Diaries where the main character's foot just... pops whenever the prince charming kissed her? Yeah, that happened to you on that humid summer night. This was right. You two were meant to be together. Everything was falling into place.

The bungalow you reserved for your Batangas vacation leave ended up being the site of your very eventful honeymoon with the Prince of the Tikbalang (with his libido, it wasn't that difficult to continue where you'd left off in the garter toss; that scrap of lace came off your leg the same way it went on). Actually, nauna pa ang honeymoon sa actual wedding (it was definitely spontaneous). Right after your confession in that alcove, you two went to Maliksi's father to ask for his blessing (which he gladly gave, cackling and saying that it took you long enough) before you guys went driving off to Batangas that night. You and Mal indeed had lots and lots of fun in that resort (I'll let you imagine the rest). More beautiful memories were made from that point on—this time, not just as best friends.

All that and your small, intimate wedding occurred in early April. Just when you thought that it'd be impossible to fulfill Maliksi's life goal of having a baby within the year (nine months of pregnancy meant that the earliest you'd give birth would be January next year), the impossible happened.

Exactly thirty-two weeks later, on New Year's Eve, the Armanaz herd welcomed one prince and two new princesses into the world. Triplets who were instantly adored by everyone in the clan.

Señor Armanaz had never been happier, and so were you and your husband. Your best friend. The love of your life. Your forever plus one.

Maybe being spontaneous wasn't so bad after all.

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mishastoesies · 4 years

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Tell me about your Cassie and dean comeback au!!!

OKAY SO

it’s 1996, dean winchester is 17 years old, and he, his father, and his little brother roll into Cape Girardeau, Missouri on a normal hunt, but become delayed when the impala starts experiencing problems. john takes the car to a local shop, and they need replacement parts that’ll have to be ordered in, and the local automotive parts factory closed down a few years back. their four-day stay becomes a four-month one. john is livid, but he checks them into the motel.

john’s sour mood drives dean to take sam out often - they go everywhere: the mall, local schools’ games, the skatepark. that last one is where he meets cassie robinson, who does a SICK skate trick right in front of him and makes him trip over himself. she laughs at him when she sees him staring, and introduces herself and her 5 best friends. dean is lovestruck as hell.

cassie and dean begin hanging out often - she drives a new baby blue BMW and picks dean up for dates in front of the motel. cassie’s friends all think she’s dating this bad boy loner type and warn her not to get hurt, but dean is legit the opposite; he’s completely disarmed by her, all of his artifices melt away and he becomes this quiet, sensitive guy who reads vonnegut in his spare time and carries her bags when they go shopping together.

and dean doesn’t treat cassie as just a fun summer fling or like The Party Girl either! he knows that she’s ambitious, angling for her chance to change the world. he knows about her love of b-list horror movies and sci-fi. they go to drive-ins together and dean tells her that he could totally beat up the Swamp Man if he ever saw one in real life, and cassie rolls her eyes at his tough guy act.

dean and cassie see each other as Kindred Spirits - cassie knows she’s meant for more than her small town, and she makes dean feel like he could be meant for more than hunting; he may not have sammy’s (very obvious, even at 13) brains, but he’s smart, and capable, and cassie calls him handsome in a tone that says she really means beautiful (and trust dean, there’s a difference), so... fuck it. that summer he gets his GED. cassie and sam throw him a little party in celebration while john’s out at a bar.

eventually, though, the impala does get fixed up, and dean tells cassie that he has to leave, and that he probably won’t be back. cassie, never a quitter, tells him that he doesn’t have to; he’s 17, she’s 18, they can run away together! she committed to Tulane, they can get out, be free! and dean honest-to-god wants to, he wants to so bad, but... then he remembers john’s drunken rages and how sam may be a teenager now but he’s still his baby brother... and he says no. and cassie calls him a coward, says that they’re over, and he knows she’s right. and he hops in the impala with his dad and his brother and leaves.

(they see each other once more, when they’re both nine years more world-weary and that much more trapped by the expectations of those around them, and they resign themselves to thinking that it was a coincidence, and that it really was the last time)

but then!! but THEN!! YEARS LATER when dean has gone to hell and come back and stopped more apocalypses than most!! and cassie has gone on to get her PhD and is happily married to someone who’s stable and safe and everything dean isn’t, they meet AGAIN.

it’s even MORE of a freak chance - dean, cas, and jack are on a family roadtrip together, and cassie just happens to be in the same diner as them that day; dean sees her first - “cassie?” “dean?” “you look... really good.” “wish i could say the same” “shut up” “so who’s your friend? and who’s the kid?” and they catch up, and they realize that... they both got what they wanted. cassie got out and made something of herself, dean got out and had a home, and they’re... happy for each other! they really are! their summer together will always be a good memory, but seeing each other all grown up and finally fulfilled in life, that’s something they can treasure in the present day.

of course they keep in touch - duh - and jack becomes friends with cassie’s daughter because of course he does, and cas and cassie get along so well it’s scary. they are at the exact same level of Indulging Dean Because He’s A Dork. also cassie absolutely calls dean out. “really? we break up and then you find someone named cas?” “well it’s more like he found me...” “uh huh, sure. just say you have a type”

and anyways these are only a fraction of my thoughts on deancassie’s doomed summer romance i could get into so many more specific moments but this is already so long

#asks #queenofmoons

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electrictoes · 3 years

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A New Road Home

For @dailysvu's Amanda Rollins Week

Day 1: Roadtrip Characters: Amanda Rollins, Sonny Carisi, Jesse Rollins, Billie Rollins, Carisi family Relationship: Amanda Rollins / Sonny Carisi Warnings: None

Read on AO3 Sonny had casually dropped it into conversation, late on Christmas Eve as he was helping her put together the unnecessarily large doll’s house he’d bought the girls for Christmas - “Do you have plans for New Year’s?” - and somehow, when she’d looked over at him under the Christmas tree lights, and he’d given her a stupid smile and insisted the girls would love it, she had agreed to drive out to the Poconos to spend the weekend with him and his family.

If you’d asked Amanda even two years ago if she ever thought she’d spend New Year’s Eve in a cabin with the Carisi family she would probably have laughed in your face. But with every year she’d known Sonny their relationship had evolved and changed - and now he was sat on her living floor assembling toys for Christmas morning, a screwdriver in one hand as he enthused about how much fun he’d had on these Winter vacations as a kid - and when they were done with this he’d be helping her set up fake snow footprints and getting the girls’ stockings ready for the morning, before he drove out to Staten Island in the small hours of the morning so he could be with his own family for Christmas - and Amanda would be lying if she said there wasn’t a part of her that wanted him here for Christmas morning, wanted to share the girls’ excitement with him. He had - allegedly at his mother’s insistence - given her an invitation for Christmas dinner on Staten Island, but it had felt a bit too much like intruding - and she and the girls would be going over to Liv’s after they’d opened their presents anyway.

Accepting the invitation for New Year seemed like a good compromise - and the girls had never really been on a vacation before, so even if it was just three days it would still be an experience for them, and an opportunity for her to relax, too.

Sonny’s parents and siblings had all driven out at first light on Thursday to avoid holiday traffic, but Sonny had court in the morning, and Liv had only been able to give Amanda a half day - which was fair since she was ducking out of working the rest of the weekend - so it was mid-afternoon before they had the girls bundled up into the back of Sonny’s car; they were both very excited about the prospect of the mini-vacation, and Jesse was overjoyed that they were going in Uncle Sonny’s car - “It’s much shinier than your car, Momma,” she had said; the fact that Sonny didn’t regularly have two small children eating and traipsing muddy shoes in the back of his car didn’t seem to matter much to Jesse.

Amanda finished buckling Billie’s car seat as Sonny put the last of the bags into the trunk and walked around to the driver’s side door. She closed the back door but hesitated before getting in. “Sonny?”

He walked around the front of the car, concern on his face. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just- are you sure your family are okay with-” she gestured from herself, to the girls and looked up at him, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Are you kiddin’ me? They’re so excited to meet you all.”

Amanda nodded. “Okay,” she reached out to open the passenger side door and he placed his hand on her shoulder briefly, reassuringly, before he moved to get in the car.

“We all set?” he asked, turning back to look at the girls; Jesse cheered enthusiastically and Billie copied her. He laughed, looking over at Amanda. “And you, Rollins?”

“Yeah, all good. You know - if you want to split the drive-”

“Nah, it’s only a couple of hours,” he said, as he pulled away from the curb. “An’ the way you drive? Not in my car.”

She rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone, “Any music preference, chauffeur?”

“Whatever the lady wants,” he said. Jesse leaned as far forward as the straps of her car seat would let her, asking if she could choose the music. “Or you can grab my phone and put on the Jesse playlist.”

“You have a Jesse playlist?”

“Of course I do - it’s our cookin’ jams.”

Amanda grabbed his phone from where he’d dropped into the cup holder and swiped through his apps until she found his music - he wasn’t kidding about the Jesse playlist, and Amanda was touched that he’d gone to the effort of curating a playlist just for her daughter. Not only that, but she saw another titled Billie, she thumbed over it, glancing sideways at him to see if he’d noticed - she felt a little like she was snooping, but it was worth it when she saw the collection of lullabies he’d saved. She swallowed back the emotion that tightened her throat, and he looked over at her, puzzled. “You okay?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She hooked his phone up to the speaker and Jesse immediately began singing along - the playlist was a mix of hyperactive pop songs and Disney soundtracks, and she smiled to herself as Sonny mouthed along to the lyrics too.

Despite the enthusiastic sing-along, Billie was asleep about ten minutes after they made it out of Manhattan, and Jesse’s singing volume gradually dropped, though she was still muttering the words to herself as she traced patterns in the fogged up window, leaving finger prints on Sonny’s car that Amanda was sure he wouldn’t care about.

She turned the volume down and leaned against her own window, her head propped up on her fingertips. She watched Sonny drive for a few minutes, until she felt her eyes begin to close.

The next thing she was aware of was the car pulling to a stop, and she blinked her eyes open to see they were in a parking lot. “We here already?” she asked.

“Nah,” Sonny shook his head. “About halfway - bathroom break,” he said.

Amanda turned her head to the backseat, where Jesse was fiddling with her car seat straps - she’d worked out how to undo them herself a few months ago, but she knew to wait until she had permission.

“You okay, Jess?”

“Yeah, I gotta go,” she said, “Can I get out?”

Amanda nodded, and Jesse unbuckled herself as Sonny got out, opening the door for Jesse to clamber out of the car. Billie was still fast asleep. “I’ll take her,” Amanda said, unbuckling her own seatbelt.

Sonny shrugged. “Sure, I was just lettin’ you sleep.”

It was cold outside - the temperature had dropped even further over the last hour, and Sonny was rubbing his hands together while Jesse did an impatient jig, both of their noses and cheeks reddening already.

Billie was awake when they got back to the car, Sonny had turned in his seat to pull faces at her; Billie was giggling away, reaching out to grab at Sonny’s hand as he made to tickle her. Amanda smiled fondly at him as she helped Jesse back into her car seat.

“Are you sure you don’t want to switch out?” She asked as she moved back to the front seat, but Sonny just shook his head. He was still tickling Billie and Jesse was laughing hysterically at them. Amanda watched them for a moment - taking in the way he was with her girls - something she never got tired of seeing. He was the first person to hold Jesse after her, one of the first to hold Billie; he’d been there for every milestone, every birthday - he’d even stopped by the apartment to cook dinner after Jesse’s first day of kindergarten, just so she could tell him about her day. Amanda was nervous about this weekend - about spending time with his family, about making the right impression so that she wouldn’t lose him. Family was everything to him, and it meant so much to her that they were getting to be a part of that.

“We should get going,” Sonny said once Amanda was buckled back into her seat.

He reached out to stroke Billie’s hair back from her face, and she grabbed at his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm, “More, Uncle Sonny!” she said, grinning at him. He gently pulled his hand back, turning away before Billie could plead with him - he was never good at saying no to the girls.

“Let’s get this road trip going,” he said, turning the music back up, much to Jesse and Billie’s delight.

It was dark by the time they pulled up outside a large cabin, flanked by two smaller ones on either side - there were four cars already parked up, and Amanda’s nerves began clawing at her again. Sonny turned to look at her, “Hey, you okay?”

“Is it too late to back out?” she joked; his face dropped and she shook her head quickly, “I’m joking, Dominick, I- I’m just nervous.”

“They’re gonna love you,” he told her, “I promise.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Sure I do - I love you, so they will too,” he said, his eyes widening slightly as though he’d realised what he said, he opened his mouth to say something further, maybe to clarify what he meant, but the door to the cabin opened, and the words died in his throat. Mia walked down the steps towards them, and Sonny turned away from Amanda, opening his door and stepping out to greet Mia with a hug.

When they broke away, Mia leaned into the car to greet Amanda with a smile, “I’m the advanced guard,” she said, “I thought you might like a friendly face before-” she gestured back to the house; with the door now open they could hear music and laughter and Amanda’s stomach churned.

“Hi Mia, thanks, that’s real sweet.”

Mia nodded, “I’m so excited to meet these two!” she said, turning to look in the back of the car; Sonny had opened the back door and was helping Jesse out, Billie straining at the straps of her chair for her own freedom.

“Momma,” Billie yelled impatiently, and Amanda steeled herself before opening her own door, emerging from the car and into the frigid air just as more footsteps came from the cabin.

She recognised Sonny’s mother immediately from the photographs she’d seen; she was beaming at them as she came down the steps. “My baby,” she said, and Sonny winced, embarrassed, as she reached up to pull him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re finally here.”

Amanda unbuckled Billie, lifting her from the car seat and into her arms. Billie’s head dropped onto Amanda’s shoulder, and she rubbed at her back as she watched Sonny with his mother.

“I had to work, Ma,” he protested.

“You work too much,” she countered, releasing him at last, her eyes moving now to Jesse, who was hovering nervously at Sonny’s side. “Ah - the famous Jesse!”

Jesse’s eyes widened, “Famous?”

“Sure,” Sonny said, putting a hand on Jesse’s shoulder, “This is my mom; she knows all about you.”

“I hear you’re a good little chef,” Mrs Carisi said, reaching down to give Jesse a hug.

“Uncle Sonny’s teaching me,” Jesse said, leaning her weight back against Sonny’s legs; she looked almost shy, her cheek pressed up against Sonny’s jeans.

“And is he a good teacher?”

Jesse nodded, “I’m getting real good.”

Mrs Carisi smiled again, touching Jesse’s cheek briefly before her eyes came across the car towards Amanda. She froze where she stood, aware she was being taken in, Sonny’s mother looking at her as though debating whether or not she was good enough to have a place in her son’s life - or at least, that’s how it felt to Amanda. “Is this your mommy, Jesse?” she asked, a smile coming across her face.

“Yeah!” Jesse said proudly - she pulled away from Sonny, standing tall and grinning at Amanda. “An’ my baby sister. She’s called Billie.”

“Well,” Mrs Carisi said, “It’s very nice to finally meet the woman my son is so enamoured with.”

“Mom!” Sonny called out, horrified. He threw an apologetic look at Amanda, but his expression was so stricken that she couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s really nice to meet you too, Mrs Carisi.”

“None of that,” she said, “You can call me Mom just like everyone else in this family.”

Amanda nodded, still feeling a ball of anxiety in her stomach. Sonny’s face was flushed, and while it could probably be attributed in part to the cold, Amanda could tell he was a little embarrassed by his mother’s enthusiasm.

“What’s everyone standin’ around in the cold for?” A man who could only be Sonny’s father had emerged from the cabin and was walking towards them.

“Hi Dad,” Sonny said with a smile.

“Hey Sonny - good of you to put in an’ appearance.”

Sonny held up a hand defensively, “I was workin’-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mr Carisi clapped Sonny on the shoulder affectionately, “I didn’t raise you to leave ladies standin’ out in the cold now, did I?”

“We’re just-” he shook his head. “Dad, this is Amanda.”

“Well, I figured as much, unless you got another girl hidin’ in Manhattan,” he walked over to Amanda, holding out a hand for her to shake, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she smiled as she shook his hand. Billie reached out a hand of her own, pressing it against Mr Carisi’s cheek with a big grin. Sonny looked enough like his father that Billie was immediately enamoured with him.

“And who’s this little lady?”

“This is Billie,” Amanda said, stroking her back; Billie drew her hand away from Mr Carisi, curling into Amanda, giggling shyly.

“Lovely girls you’ve got here,” Mr Carisi said, nodding at Billie and gesturing towards Jesse who had wound her arm around Sonny’s leg and was watching his father curiously. “Let’s get you all inside and warm.”

“Are you Uncle Sonny’s dad?” Jesse asked, and when Mr Carisi nodded she held out her own hand for him to shake, which he did with a laugh. “I’m Jesse.”

“Hey Jesse, you like hot cocoa?”

“Yes!” Mr Carisi held out his hand for hers, and with a brief nod from Sonny, Jesse released his leg and allowed Mr Carisi to lead her towards the cabin.

Sonny grabbed their bags from the trunk and made to follow his father. “Carisi, give me one of those,” Amanda said, gesturing with her free hand.

He shook his head. “I got ’em.”

“Carisi?” Sonny’s mother said; she looked surprised, perhaps at the formality of using his surname over his nickname.

“Momma calls Uncle Sonny Carisi sometimes,” Jesse said, turning back towards them. “And he calls Momma Rollins. And sometimes he calls me Rollins too ’cause he thinks it’s funny.”

Mrs Carisi nodded in understanding as she led the way into the cabin, Amanda and Sonny following her. “Okay, so your dad has put the travel crib up for you-”

Sonny sighed, “Mom, I told him we’d sort it-”

The cabin opened up into a large living space - several couches arranged around a log fire, rugs and cosy blankets around the room. To the left there was a hallway which they followed Mrs Carisi down as she spoke.

“Yeah, well, you’re late,” Mrs Carisi said dismissively. “Anyway, Mia and Teresa are in the little room, and we’ve got you all in the big room.” She stopped in front of a door halfway down the hallway.

Sonny looked at his mother, his eyebrows knitted together. “Wait, us all?”

“What? You think your father and I don’t know what you get up to when we’re not around?” she said with a laugh. “Anyway, you’ll have those babies in with you so you’ll be on your best behaviour.”

Sonny looked mortified, but his mother didn’t stick around to discuss it further, she opened the door for them and then walked back the way they came.

The room she’d let them into was large, with a double bed against one wall and a raised twin bed against another, with a ladder Jesse was going to be itching to climb. As Mrs Carisi had said, Sonny’s father had assembled a travel crib between the two beds. Amanda put Billie down on the floor, letting her toddle around the room as she took one of the bags from Sonny, depositing it on the bed.

He dropped the other two bags beside it, and turned to look at her. “Amanda, I’m really sorry about this-”

“Sonny, it’s fine,” Amanda told him, shaking her head. She opened up the biggest bag, pulling out a fresh diaper for Billie as Sonny paced the room anxiously.

“I never told them we were together,” He insisted, “I’ve always said we’re friends, I don’t want you to think-”

“I don’t,” she said firmly, “Look, it’s really sweet your parents have invited us up here, and I’m sure you and I can handle a couple of nights sharing a bed.”

He flushed. “We don’t have to- I mean- I can take the twin and Jesse-”

“As funny as it would be watching you climb up there, do you think Jesse is going to let you sleep in that bed once she sees it? You know how many times she’s asked for bunk beds since she went for that play date at Marley’s house?”

He stopped moving around and came to stand beside her, still looking apologetic, “I can speak to my mom, I’ll explain again. I can always-”

“Dominick, stop arguing with me.” Amanda said firmly.

“Is he drivin’ you nuts already?” A voice asked from the doorway, Amanda turned to see Bella standing by the open door, watching them. “Hi Amanda, it’s good to see you again.”

Amanda nodded, “You too.”

“Hey Bella,” Sonny said, walking across the room to give his sister a hug.

“What are you arguing about?” Bella asked.

Amanda nodded her head in Sonny’s direction, “Your brother’s making a fuss about sharing a bed with me.”

Bella pulled a face, “Mom and Dad do not care,” she said.

Sonny groaned, “Bella, come on, I’ve told you a hundred times-”

“It’s not like that,” Bella said, imitating Sonny and rolling her eyes. “Come on, Dad’s rounding up the kids for marshmallow toasting.”

Sonny turned towards Amanda and she gave him a smile - one she hoped reassured him, and conveyed a confidence she wasn’t feeling, “You go on ahead, Billie needs a diaper change.”

“I can-” he began to offer, but she shook her head.

“It’s fine, I’ll catch you up.”

Amanda was grateful for a moment to gather her thoughts - to mentally prepare herself for a whole cabin full of Carisis. Things were going well so far; she didn’t think she’d offended anyone and Jesse had been charming everyone she’d met. Sure, Sonny was a bit apprehensive - more worried, she suspected, about what she thought of his family than the other way around, despite the fact that it would be hard for his family to top hers in the embarrassment stakes. She genuinely wasn’t concerned about sharing a bed with him, either - if she was honest it was something she had thought about before - not specific to this trip, just generally, on nights when he’d crashed on her couch and she’d been tempted to invite him into her bed, but had thought better of it because of what it would mean.

When she eventually emerged from the bedroom she carried Billie back down the little hallway, and then followed the sound of voices to the back of the cabin, where Sonny’s father was standing over a fire pit, helping a girl a little older than Jesse - Bella’s daughter, she assumed - to toast a marshmallow. Sonny was standing in almost a mirror image of his dad, his hand over Jesse’s smaller one, helping her to do the same. Jesse kept turning her head to look up at Sonny, checking she was doing it right - she had a grin right across her face and Amanda was happy to see her looking at ease here amongst Sonny’s extended family. As Sonny guided her back from the fire, Jesse turned her head and spotted Amanda, calling out to her, “Momma! Look!”

Amanda suddenly felt a whole host of Carisi eyes on her - his parents, his sisters and their respective partners, the assortment of nephews and nieces - she almost retreated back into the house, but Sonny met her eye, giving a small nod and a bigger smile, and she stepped towards him. Mia caught Jesse’s attention, guiding her to where Sonny’s mom had laid out mugs of hot cocoa, and Sonny crossed the space towards her.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. She could still feel eyes on her, on them. She knew that it came from a place of love, that Sonny’s family adored him and wanted for him to be happy, but fear still preyed in the back of her mind - that his family would look at her and find her wanting - that they would think she wasn’t good enough for Sonny, whatever place she had in his life.

“Amanda, if this is too much-”

“No,” she shook her head, “Look how much fun Jesse’s having,” she nodded toward where Jesse had sat down next to Bella’s daughter, both in child-sized lawn chairs - they each had a mug of hot cocoa cupped between their hands - their marshmallows long gone - a sticky mess trailing across Jesse’s cheek as she talked animatedly with the small girl next to her. “I want this for her,” Amanda continued, “For them to have… you know… family. Not just the crazy nonsense mine bring.”

As the evening wore on, one by one the children succumbed to tiredness - Amanda put Billie down a little after seven, but the older children fell asleep where they sat, Jesse included. Once they’d moved inside, Amanda had found herself tucked into Sonny’s side on one of the couches; she wasn’t sure if it was engineered or not, but as time went by she moved from merely being sat next to him, to having her head resting against his side, his arm draped across the back of the couch. Jesse was asleep at the other end - a blanket draped over her by Sonny’s mother.

They had the TV on as midnight approached, and as the minutes ticked away she began to make a decision - she had never felt safer and more loved than this moment, curled into Sonny, his family around him, accepting her and her girls as though they were meant to be a part of the picture; when there was less than a minute left on the countdown she grew bolder, moving her hand from his arm to his chest; he shifted his gaze from the TV to her, an unasked question lingering there, and she tilted her head, moving her mouth closer to his ear, “I want-” she hesitated, “I want you to-”

Everyone around them began counting down the last ten seconds of 2020, but the words she was trying to get out got caught in her throat, and she panicked as time ran out, not wanting to miss her shot. As the countdown reached zero, and as the ball dropped, Sonny took her cheek in his hand, pressing a tentative kiss to her lips - he knew without her saying, and she kissed him back; all her hopes for the new year, for them, swirling in her head. He grinned at her as they broke apart, but before they could speak, Jesse clambered over her, awoken by the noise of celebration.

Her eyes widened as she looked between the two of them, her mouth slightly agape. “Is it the New Year, Momma?” she asked.

“It is baby,” she said, and Jesse grinned.

“My wish came true,” she said, looking up at them with tired eyes.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Sonny said, pulling away from Amanda slowly and holding out his arms for Jesse, who let him hoist her into the air. Amanda watched them go, sinking back into the couch and glancing around the room. She didn’t think anyone had noticed them; too preoccupied with their own midnight kisses, but Mia caught her eye across the room and smiled reassuringly at her, and Amanda leaned back into the couch cushions to wait for Sonny to come back.

They stayed up for another hour or so - Amanda was tired, but she was enjoying the atmosphere; when Sonny had returned he’d put his arm around her and she’d curled back into his side. No one said anything, conversations continued, and she felt content, listening and watching Sonny and his family interact.

Gradually, everyone retired for the night - Bella and Tommy carrying their two children to bed; Sonny’s parents wishing them all a Happy New Year once more before going themselves - his mother hugging Amanda too as she made her way around the room. When and Amanda and Sonny got back to their room, she checked on the girls first; both still fast asleep.

Sonny went to the bathroom to change and when he returned he hesitated before joining her in the bed. “Is this - is this still okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” she said. She understood his cautiousness - a brief New Year kiss didn’t have to change anything, but it had the potential to change everything.

“I didn’t plan any of this,” he said, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck, “Not that I don’t want- but I honestly invited you up here because I thought you an’ the girls would enjoy it. Not for-”

Amanda laughed, “As seductions go, Carisi, setting us up to share a room with my kids wouldn’t have been the best one.”

He flushed, “I’m not-”

“Dominick, come to bed.”

“Right,” he said; he turned out the lights before joining her; she couldn’t see him - it was so dark up here, no street-lamps or car headlights shining in through the curtains - but she could sense him lying on his back, stiff as a board and she reached out for him, moving closer and resting her head against his chest.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispered back, “Yeah, definitely.” One of his arms came around her, holding her close to him as they both drifted off to sleep - promises for the rest of the weekend, and for the year ahead, remained unvoiced, but they hung in the air between them, waiting.

The rest of the weekend went by in a blur - walks through the snow, with Jesse stopping to make snowballs every few feet, Carisi’s family laughing and joking around, his hand finding hers as they walked, their gloved fingers entwining; building snowmen together, watching Sonny and his father debate the best way to structure them; hot cocoa each evening around the fire, Sonny’s arm around her, Jesse and Billie curled up beside them. As time went on Amanda, relaxed more, felt more at ease with Sonny’s family and less like an intruder they were assessing. His mother was kind, his father was too, in a more subtle way - his sisters were friendly and welcoming - his nieces and nephews embraced Jesse and Billie as part of their family without hesitation. It was almost like something from a holiday postcard or a Hallmark movie, but Amanda let herself enjoy it - it was the opposite of spending time with her own family, and while a part of her would always long for the kind of relationship with her parents, with her sister, that eight year old Amanda had wanted, this was what she wanted for her girls; and, she thought, as they packed up the car again on Sunday afternoon - this was what she wanted for herself too. Sonny, in her life in every way he could be - and all these people who loved him unconditionally, who had shown nothing but love for her and her children too.

The drive back was quiet - the girls exhausted from a weekend of fresh air and adventure; Amanda had switched to the Billie playlist once they’d set off, and both Jesse and Billie were asleep soon after. She watched Sonny out the corner of her eye as he drove.

He turned his head towards her, as though he could sense her gaze on him. “You okay?”

“Dominick,” she said, keeping her voice low, not wanting the girls to wake up.

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes flicking back the road.

“Thank you… for inviting us up here, for letting us be a part of your weekend.”

He turned to look at her again, a smile filling his face, “Thank you for comin’, I know they’re… I know it’s a lot, an’ I’m so glad you were there.”

“Your family are great,” she said, and she meant it. She let a moment or two go by before she spoke again. “But I’m most grateful for you. We’re lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Sonny said, “You don’t give yourself enough credit, y’know?”

“I don’t-”

“Don’t argue with me, Rollins,” he said, half joking. She didn’t.

He helped her get the girls and their bags up to her apartment; a guiding hand on Jesse’s back as she sleepily dragged her feet up the stairs, Amanda just behind them with Billie in her arms. When they got inside, Jesse threw herself onto the couch, and Amanda put Billie down beside her.

She turned to Sonny; he’d put their bags in the hallway and was leaning against the wall in the kitchen. “Do you, uh…” she hesitated; they’d had a great weekend, and she didn’t want it to end just yet, but he was clearly tired, and she had two sleepy children to get settled.

“I should go back to my place,” he said; he sound reluctant to leave, though.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’ve got a bunch of arraignments tomorrow morning and I should look over the files before.” Amanda nodded, but Sonny made no effort to move.

Amanda didn’t push him; busying herself in the kitchen getting drinks for the girls; she was reaching into the cabinet to get a plastic cup for Jesse when she felt his hand on her lower back, and she turned to look at him. He glanced over to where the girls were occupied by the television, before he leaned in cautiously, his lips hovering barely a centimetre from hers. She closed the gap; it was a brief kiss, barely more than a touch of their lips, but her heart sang all the same. “I thought we could start the year off how we intend to continue it,” he whispered as he pulled back, his face still close to hers. She kissed him again.

“That’s a good plan,” she said, resting her hand on his chest. “Thank you again - for this weekend. It was a lot of fun.”

He smiled at her, “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

She nodded, and he kissed her once more before reluctantly pulling himself away; she watched as he went to the living room, pressing kisses to the top of both Jesse and Billie’s heads and wishing them goodnight. They both frowned up at him, clearly unimpressed that he was leaving - their matching pouts made Amanda smile.

“I’ll see you guys soon,” he promised.

Amanda walked him out, “You should, uh, you should come over after work tomorrow,” she said. “If you’re not sick of us.”

He nodded, “Never gonna be sick of you,” he said, leaning in for one last kiss before he left.

She watched him walk down the hallway towards the stairs before she went back inside, a smile lingering on her face.

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tlbodine · 5 years

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12 Days of Christmas Horror

Tis the season....to be scared?

Christmas horror movies are a long-standing tradition, perhaps as a bit of counter-culture against the glut of feel-good holiday fare. Telling ghost stories around the fire on these long winter nights has been a part of the human experience for centuries, so there’s definitely nothing wrong with indulging in some spooks. Whether you want something genuinely horrifying or tame enough to enjoy with your younger siblings, I’ve got you covered.

So grab a cup of hot cocoa or some eggnog and try some holiday horrors on for size.

1. Black Christmas

Often considered the first slasher film, Black Christmas was ahead of its time. This 1974 movie is set on Christmas Eve and features an escaped maniac returning to his childhood home to discover it’s been turned into a sorority house, where he proceeds to start killing sorority girls. If you’re thinking, “Wow, that sounds a lot like Halloween,” you’d be right, because this is the movie that set all of the tropes (including the holiday setting) into action. There’s a remake set to hit the theaters on December 13th, so now is the time to watch the original!

2. Gremlins

This 1984 horror-comedy is a dark horse favorite for holiday viewing for many and helped secure a spot for Joe Dante among the masters of horror. A well-meaning but clueless family man adopts an exotic pet but doesn’t follow its rules for care, leading to some unintended chaos. Watch for some really excellent puppet work and family-friendly hijinks.

3. Krampus

Another horror-comedy, 2015′s Krampus became an instant classic and must-see holiday viewing in my house. An extended family is snowbound when a certain horned, devilish figure shows up to wreak some fae-inspired havoc on the town. A+ creature design, some neat (if not wholly accurate) folklore, and a plot that’s real clever if you don’t think too hard about it. This one is safe to watch with older kids. (Note: There are a lot of movies called Krampus. Look for the one directed by Michael Dougherty)

4. A Christmas Horror Story

Also a 2015 release, this anthology film features several shorts all loosely tied together by the time and setting -- Christmas Eve in a single town. The shorts themselves have variation in tone and content, but they’re all pretty strong. One has a bit of a twist ending that ties everything together and is really, delightfully messed up.

5. Silent Night, Deadly Night

This 1984 film sparked a popular franchise of low-grade slashers, the kind that certain wide-eyed young horror fans would eyeball lustfully at the video store while not being allowed to rent them. The premise is that young Billy, traumatized by his parents’ murder, dons a Santa suit and goes on a killing rampage. There was some controversy when it came out (the idea of a murderous santa was scandalous!) and it became a cult hit because of it. These aren’t great movies (and forewarning for ableism of the usual bad-mental-health-portrayal-in-horror way, but if you enjoy 80s slashers you’ll like this one just fine.

6. Child’s Play

I bet you forgot that the original Chucky movie was a Christmas film, didn’t you? The 1988 film tapped into the Cabbage Patch Kids zeitgeist and the parental fear of not being able to afford The Very Best Hot New Toy for your kid. Unfortunately for the kid in question, this doll -- purchased at a discount from a shady street vendor -- also happens to be possessed by a serial killer. Oops. The movie spawned a ton of sequels and one of the best-known and most beloved horror franchises, but it’s worth going back to the original and enjoying it in its seasonal and surprisingly earnest glory.

7. Jack Frost

In 1997, Michael Cooney directed a holiday horror with a batshit crazy premise. Confusingly, a feel-good holiday movie of the same name came out one year later. Be sure you’re getting the Cooney film. This movie is about a serial killer who crashes his truck and...uh...gets turned into a murderous snowman. Somehow. It’s a completely ridiculous concept rife with over-the-top violence and sex (the carrot nose gets used creatively at times). But if you want to shut off your brain and watch something utterly ludicrous while getting smashed on spiced nog, this is the film for you.

8. Red Christmas

I hesitated to include this movie because I’m not sure I can actually recommend it -- it’s not exactly good -- but I also don’t think most people have heard of it, and I’d like more folks to be aware of this madness so it’s not a thing I had to endure alone. Premise: A disfigured stranger crashes a family holiday and, predictably, starts killing them. The twist: The movie is also...kind of?...a militant anti-abortion propaganda? Except maybe it’s not, and it’s actually the exact opposite? Motive unclear. There is some excellently creative blood and gore, though.

9. Dead End

A routine family drive turns into a nightmare in this 2003 film. It’s kind of a psychological horror about a dysfunctional family working out their shit while also stuck on a literal never-ending roadtrip, a cabin in the woods, a probable ghost, and some mind-bending twists. I definitely watched this and enjoyed it well enough and then instantly forgot it until I was compiling this list, so that should set expectations.

10. Christmas Evil

Also known as “You Better Watch Out” and “Terror in Toyland,” this is the other 1980s slasher featuring a killer Santa. This one is about a guy who becomes obsessed with Santa Claus as a figure of judgment, and decides to go on a murder spree for, uh, reasons. Imagine if Bad Santa were a low-budget horror movie and you’ll get kind of close.

11.The Children

OK, this one’s cheating a bit because I haven’t actually seen it, so I can’t vouch for the quality. But it sounds fantastic and I plan to track down a copy immediately. The basic premise: A family holiday is interrupted by a mysterious illness that causes the children to become murderous little monsters. Creepy kids AND holidays? What’s not to love!

12. The Nightmare Before Christmas

Come on, you didn’t think I could make a list of holiday movies without including this one? Everyone is familiar with this movie now, I’m sure, but it’s a classic and the songs are catchy as hell. It also never fails to ignite my imagination as I wonder just how it must’ve felt to be those kids getting those decidedly un-festive presents that year.

I’m sure I’ve missed a few. Reblog or comment with your favs!

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fieldfullofbangtan · 6 years

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bts imagine: valentines day suprise

heres a valentinesday imagine since its v-day and im single and alone :C i was really happy with a few members imagines but some I think are mediocre... hope you enjoy anyways :3

requests are open!

✎ masterlist

A/N: (also WHY DO THESE ALWAYS TURN OUT SO LONG I HAVE A PROBLEM.)

Seokjin

Jin was waiting for you outside your uni. Even though you looked dead because yay school he still awed at how beautiful he thought you were.

Jin: “Happy valentines day love!” he handed you the flowers.

“Thanks Jin... I’m sorry if i look like shit i just had the longest day...”

Jin: “Oh... You feel like staying home tonight huh?”

He had a long night planned with dinner at a super fancy restaurant, then going to a art gallery and than ending the night with a bunch of presents.

“Only because I kinda have to study, but if you had planned something we can do that! I might be a little dazed but I’ll try my best not to fall asleep hehe”

Jin shook his head and said it wasn’t anything special, he felt really bad, not because the night was cancelled but because of how tired and guilty he knew you felt. When you got home he got a new idea. While you had sat down on the couch and accidentally fallen asleep he started to cook your favorite dishes. You woke up to a table full of perfectly home cooked food and a pile of presents by the couch.

Jin: “After dinner I’ll help you study, and every 20 minutes you’ll get a gift as a reward!”

“Jin you really didn’t have to...” you say on the verge of crying because you are the luckiest girl on the planet.

Jin: “All I want is to take care of you, I love you”

Namjoon

You have been dating Namjoon for 3 years now and you just moved in together. He is beyond passionate and generous and hot... and clumsy... When you moved in together you both shared your car because Namjoon didn’t have time to buy his own. Even though it was a small, old Nissan that your parents gave to you when you got your license, it held a lot of precious memories. Like your first roadtrip, the first time you picked up Namjoon drunk, the first time you and Namjoon fully made out...

Let’s just say you were a little sad when Namjoon accidentaly left it on neutral when stopping on a mountain road to take pics. That car rolled right down the hill and crashed into like 200 trees on its way down.

This is the third Valentines day you spend together with him and you expect the usual, breakfast in bed, opening presents, a walk through the park to a new café and then watching a movie in the evening. But right after breakfast Joon lead you to the front door and covered you eyes right before opening the door.

Namjoon: “Suprise!! Happy Valentines Day baby” he says as he takes his hands away.

Outside you see a brand new black Porsche Cayman. Your favorite car ever since you were little. You stand there stunned and slightly confused because he couldn’t have possibly bought it for you.

Namjoon: “It’s all yours”. He hands you the keys.

“Joon I can’t possibly accept this gift it’s way too expensive...”

Namjoon: “Hey I’ll be driving it too, but I want it to be yours since i wrecked your previous car... again I’m really sorry about that...”

“You are the best damn man a girl could wish for, clumsiness and all”

Yoongi

Being the cliche he his, when you got to his studio he gave you a huge bouquet of red roses, a teddybear holding a small red heart and a little present box. Opening the present you find some black lingerie.

Yoongi: “How about you go swap the underwear you are wearing now to this” he smirks.

“What if I tell you im not wearing any underwear?” you smirk back.

You had actual presents for him at his dorm but you knew he loved it when you went commando so you picked a black dress that went down your thighs and chose to skip the underwear and just wear a large coat instead.

As soon as you said that his eyes turned a little darker, his breathing a little heavier and it looked like he was doing everything he could not to jump you right there and then.

“I can’t believe I’m going to make you put on more clothes right now but it would give me some time to finish this up really quickly...”

You nodded and went to put on the lingerie, Yoongi knows you so well, the fit was perfect and it looked amazing on your curves. You opened the door to his studio and walked in. As soon as you closed the door he was pinning you against it. Because of the lingerie he couldn’t help being a little more rough than usual, which meant you were being a little louder than usual. While you were having sex in his studio Namjoon was being scarred in the studio next door.

Namjoon: *puts on headphones and turns the volume up all the way* “Fucking rabbits...”

Hoseok

You two had been dating for about 7 months when a picture of you guys leaked on twitter. Your relationship blew up and there was a mix of hate and support but BigHit didn’t feel like it was necessary to hide it any longer so you went public.

Obviously you wanted to spend V-day with Hoseok just the two of you but they of course had to have a concert that day. Atleast he gave you VIP tickets so you could see his performance.

During the show everybody had a solo but when it was hoseoks turn everything went dark and the big screen lit up. You were shocked when you saw a picture of your face on the screen. It was playing a slideshow of the cutest pictures you and hoseok took. It showed a picture of him cuddling you while you slept, a picture of you two on your first real date, several pictures of you two kissing. You expected people to be booing but you could only hear “aaw”’s.

The song started playing and Hoseok came out. Just then a spotlight found you. He pulled you up on stage and sat you down on a chair. At this point you were crying because you were so shocked and happy. The rest of the show was him singing his beautiful heart out being as cheesy as he possibly could.

Hoseok: “Everybody, I want to introduce you to the love of my life”

Jimin

You suspect it’s because he is secretly a little creep that likes watching you put on and take of clothes but for Valentines Day Jimin took you shopping. He said he would pay for anything you wanted because -bts money- y’know but you still didn’t want to spend too much so you acted like you didn’t like a lot of the things you tried.

Jimin: “You look gorgeous in that! You should totally get it!”

You looked down at the dress and saw the pricetag. 900 000 won...”Hmm... I’m not sure Jimin it’s a little uncomfortable... I’ll try something else”

Jimin smiled to himself as the female worker pocked her head out from the corner. He gave her a barely noticable nod and she quickly hurried away. You went into a bunch of high-end clothing-stores and you only had 2 small shopping bags when you were done. Even though you tried on a ton of clothes you loved they were all waaaay too expensive.

After a romantic rooftop dinner where you both swapped gifts you two headed to your apartment. When you opened your front door the entire living room was filled with shopping bags.

“What the...” you started to look inside a few of them. It was the clothes you pretended to dislike. “Jimin... this is too nice...”

“You just look so damn good in everything I couldn’t help myself.”

Taehyung

Taehyung is truly a child at heart, so when he said he has a suprise for you on Valentines Day you knew it was going to be something fun. You had spent all day in bed together talking, playing videogames and watching movies but now it was time to leave the dorm. He blindfolded you a little too well with a double layer of ribbon and a beanie, lead you into the car and started to drive. The drive felt extra long because you couldn’t see anything but after 10 songs in the car you were there.

When you stepped out of the car you kind of laughed over the fact that he tried to make sure you didn’t see anything but you could still hear perfectly.

“OMG AN AMUSMENT PARK TAEHYUNG I LOVE YOU THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME”

Tae: “Wait what how did you know i haven’t taken the blindfold off yet...”

“Taehyung amusment parks are pretty loud... you know screaming people, roller coasters, the arcade games...”

Tae: “wow how tf did I not think of that” he facepalmed.

You both laughed and went in. You went on all the roller coasters, Tae even won a plushie for you. The night ended with a perfect kiss at the highest spot on the ferriswheel.

Jungkook

You and Jungkook would spend Valentines Day at a beautiful cabin outside of Seoul. You two bike through the small town and stop at a cute coffee shop.

Jungkook: “So I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately...”, he sits down at the table you picked with two cups of hot chocolate.

You became slightly on edge because he looked worried. No way will he break up with you on Valentine’s Day right?

Jungkook: “This might be a little sudden since we’ve only been dating for a few months but...” he pauses and you hold your breath, scared of what he might say next.

Jungkook: “Will you come with me to my parents house this weekend? I want to take our relationship to the next level and I think they would love you... but if you think it’s too soon we can wait!” Now he is the one who’s holding his breath.

You take a moment to process, you haven’t been going out for long but you’ve been wanting to meet his parents for a while now.

“Of course Kookie I’d love to meet your family!”

Jungkook: “Great!! And I’ll probably introduce you as my girlfriend, so I hope your cool with that label.”

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sanders-specs · 6 years

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Christmas Roadtrip

Prompt: Christmas Prompt time! Logince fic human au where Roman is a broadway star who lives in Florida with his husband Logan and their son Thomas. Roman is trapped in New York on the day before Christmas Eve because a snow storm has cancelled all flights for the next week. He crashes in his New York apt resigned to a lonely Christmas. Then Logan crams all the Christmas decorations into their car with thomas and drives to New York to surprise him. (Bonus points if you can squeeze in Patton and Virgil)

A/N: So this is a prompt that I got last year, but I didn’t have a chance to get to it, so i wrote it this year! I’m pretty sure it was an anon who sent it, but if not I’m sorry if i forgot your username! Still, I hope you enjoy!

Parings: Logince, Moxiety

Warnings: loneliness (i can’t think of anything else, but if you need me to tag something, let me know!)

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“Thomas? Thomas, where are you?” Logan called, poking his head into each of the rooms in their house. His son wasn’t in his room, nor was he in the living room or kitchen.

Down the hall, Logan noticed a door cracked open. He walked over to it and started to pull it open, but a shrill voice stopped him. “No! don’t look!”

Logan froze, frowning. “Thomas, what are you doing in the attic?”

“I’m wrapping your’s and Papa’s Christmas presents!” Thomas called back down. “You can’t see! It’s a surprise.”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Well if you don’t want to talk to Papa then I’ll leave you alone…” Logan turned to walk away, but in no time, he heard footsteps running down the stairs of the attic. A moment later, Thomas burst through the door, his face alight. There was a bow stuck to his face, and some tape scattered on his clothes, but he didn’t seem to notice or care.

Logan followed him to the living room, where the laptop was already set up. Logan had just barely reached him before Thomas was clicking on the call button.

“Wait for me, you impatient child,” Logan said, ruffling Thomas’s hair. He sits down on the couch just as Roman’s face popped up.

“There are the beautiful faces of my son and husband,” Roman said.

“Hi Papa!” Thomas said, waving excitedly. “I was just wrapping your present, just how you taught me!”

“Excellent!” Roman exclaimed. “It’s always good to put your practices to work, little prince.”

Thomas beamed at that, and Logan couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiasm Thomas had. Roman was a never ending supporter of anything creative and as a result, Thomas had one of the biggest imaginations Logan had ever known. Logan wouldn’t be surprised if the presents Thomas was wrapping didn’t have some…interesting methods to it.

“Earth to Logan…” Roman said, and Logan blinked as he came back to the present. Both Roman and Thomas were looking at him curiously.

“Are you okay Dad?” Thomas asked.

Logan smiled and brushed some shredded wrapping paper out of Thomas’s hair. “Just got lost in thought for a moment.” He looked over at Roman, who had a soft smile on his lips as he watched them. “What were you saying, Ro?”

“Hmmm? Oh right,” Roman said, snapping out of his own trance. “I was asking how things where there.”

“Uncle Patton and Uncle Virgil took me shopping yesterday,” Thomas informed him. “We went to the mall and saw all the big Christmas decorations! They wanted me to go see Santa but…” Thomas blushed and looked down. Logan smiled, putting his hands on Thomas’s shoulders and bring him in for a hug. “I’m not brave enough without you here, Papa,” Thomas muttered.

Roman looked as if he were about to die from a thousand emotions at once, but at a look from Logan, he cleared his throat and said calmly, “You are brave enough little prince! Santa is no harm to you, and with your dad and uncles there, no one can harm you.”

Thomas pouted. “But it’s not the same without you.”

As ridiculous Logan thought it was that Thomas seemed to think that Logan or Patton and Virgil would ever let anything happen to him, he didn’t try to correct his son. He knew that the only reason Thomas refused to see Santa this year was because Roman wasn’t there to take him. It had been their tradition for years, Logan not liking the crowded mall or dozens of other kids. He’d tried to cajole Thomas into going this year, but his son was having none of it.

“I’m sorry buddy,” Roman said with slumped shoulders. “Next year, we’ll go twice!”

Thomas’s head tilted a little. “Next year?”

Logan frowned. “Roman, what are you talking about?” he asked. “There should still be plenty of time to go see Santa by the time you get here.”

“AH, well,” Roman rubbed the back of his neck, “They’re saying that it’s supposed to snow pretty hard the day I’m supposed to leave. They’re not sure if any flights will be able to go out. Or how long afterward flights will be delayed.”

It took a moment for those words to sink in for Thomas. “You’re…you’re not going to be home for Christmas?”

Logan started panicking slightly as tears welled up in Thomas’s eyes, and he could see it mirrored in Roman’s face. “No! I mean, of course I will! I’ll make it to you two if it’s the last thing I do! You know New York this time of the year, you never know what’ll happen!”

Logan could hear the forced cheer in his voice, the lie behind all of his words. Yes, he did know New York this time of the year, and more often than not, it was covered in snow or freezing rain. He didn’t say anything, though, because the last thing he wanted to do was make the situation worse.

He could tell that Thomas didn’t believe Roman either, though, because all he did was nod and say, “Okay Papa…I have to go finish wrapping the presents.”

Roman kept a smile on his face. “Alright buddy, I’ll call later tonight to read you a story, okay?”

Thomas only nodded and left. Logan watched him leave, and he didn’t say anything until the door to the attic shut behind him.

“Is he gone?”

“Yeah.”

Roman buried his head in his hands, muttering to himself. Logan frowned. “You’re really not going to be able to get here in time for Christmas, are you?”

“There’s always a chance the weather won’t be as bad as they say it will and I’ll be able to get out of here,” Roman said, but even he sounded doubtful.

Logan sighed. “Why didn’t you get an earlier flight like I suggested?”

Roman rolled his eyes. “Fiona scheduled last minute rehearsals, I couldn’t just skip them!”

Logan held up his hand. “You mean…you picked extra rehearsals over your own family?”

Roman’s face went pale and he tried to speak again, stumbling over his words. “I…No…I mean,” Roman shook his head. “No, I didn’t. She scheduled them a while ago, and everyone thought that we’d have time, even her! I never mentioned it because I didn’t think that it would be a big deal.”

“Well, it is Roman.”

“I know that!” he shook his head. “Lo, honey, please, I hate this as much as you do. The last thing I want to do is spend Christmas away from you and Thomas. I can’t just skip out though. You know as well as I do that we need the money.”

Logan sighed and crossed his arms. He hated it when Roman was right.

The money was necessary, though, which was the whole reason Roman was in New York in the first place. They knew that this would run into Christmas, yet Logan had convinced him to take the part anyway. Logan’s teaching job wasn’t exactly paying all of the bills, after all. They’d even kept Roman’s flights back home to a minimum. Logan had even convinced him not to come home for his birthday the month before, as much as Roman had wanted to. He’d been planning on seeing him at Christmas.

“Lo?”

Logan blinked and refocused on Roman. He hadn’t realized he’d zoned out again.

Roman smiled when Logan looked back at him. “I love you.”

Closing his eyes, Logan sighed. “I love you too.”

“If I can’t get there for Christmas, I’ll make sure to be there for New Years,” Roman said, his voice soft and reassuring, “promise.”

Logan nodded, wanting very badly for that to be true. However, he knew that if the weather was going to be bad by Christmas, it wouldn’t be any better by New Years.

“Hey, I know that look, that’s your overthinking look, that look isn’t allowed in this situation.”

“You can’t ban a look, Roman.”

“I can and I did.” Roman crossed his arms and smirked at him. “I gotta get to the theater, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Roman blew him a kiss. “I love you, miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

Roman gave him a small smile before ending the call.

Logan sat on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Thomas was fast asleep in bed, a story from his clearly exhausted Papa was the best thing to get him to sleep at a decent time. Logan only wished that it didn’t deprive Roman of even more sleep. His husband was resilient though, and he never missed a bedtime story, not matter what.

His bedroom was too quiet, too…empty. Roman always made any room he was in light and lively, and without him it was like the entire house was still, waiting for his return. Or maybe that was just Logan missing him too much. Logically he knew that the house could not miss someone, and that this room was the same that it had always been. Patton had explained to him that it was just Logan missing Roman, that it was normal.

Logan sighed and closed his eyes. It had been exactly 156 days, 8 hours, and 21 minuets since Roman left. He hadn’t been home in nearly three months, and Logan felt his absence more and more every single day.

“Dad?”

Logan sat up and swiped at his eyes—when had he started crying?—and looked towards his bedroom door. Thomas stood in the doorway, looking a little bashful.

“Thomas, what are you doing out of bed? Are you okay?” Logan asked, getting up and walking over to him, assessing him for any injury.

“M’ fine,” Thomas muttered, rubbing his eyes. “Can I sleep in your bed?”

Logan let out a breath and gave his son a small smile. “Of course. Are you sure you’re okay though? You haven’t slept in here for a while now.” As he spoke, he picked up Thomas and carried him to the bed, throwing the covers back and tucking him in. Thomas snuggled close to Logan.

“I miss Papa.”

Logan sighed and rubbed Thomas’s back. “I miss him too.”

Thomas looked up at him. “If Papa can’t come here for Christmas, can we go to New York?”

Startled, Logan peered down at his son. “I…well, I don’t know. If the weather is so bad that even the airport isn’t sending out planes, the roads might be too bad to drive on.”

“But what if we got there before the snow?” Thomas asked. “We could do that couldn’t we?’

Logan thought about it for a moment. “Conceivably,” he concedes. “However, there is a matter of…” he hesitated. He didn’t want Thomas to worry about money so early in his life, he didn’t deserve that. “Santa. How will he know that we aren’t home on Christmas Eve?”

“He’ll know. He’s Santa,” Thomas said, as if this should be obvious.

“Right, of course,” Logan said, smiling slightly. “I will have to think about it.”

That seemed to satisfy Thomas enough, because he lied back down and was asleep within moments.

“I just don’t know. I mean, driving all the way to New York?” Logan said to Patton and Vigil the next day. They were all sitting in a café while Thomas was over at his friend Joan’s house.

“Well Roman might not be able to fly out here, but couldn’t you fly there?” Virgil asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“No…I doubt Thomas will be comfortable with flying without Roman. Besides, he’ll be very upset with me if he misses out on Thomas’s first time on a plane.”

Patton smiled at that. “How sweet.”

Virgil shook his head. “Have you talked to Roman about this?”

“No. I won’t be able to speak with him again until later tonight.” Logan sighed and sat back in his chair. He’d been thinking about Thomas’s proposal all day, and he’d been hoping that speaking with his friends about it would help to bring some form of clarity to the situation, but they weren’t getting anywhere. “I’m also not sure if we’ll have sufficient funds for the kind of trip Thomas wants.”

Patton and Virgil exchange a knowing look. “You’ve already figured out how much it’ll cost, haven’t you?” Patton asked.

“It takes approximately sixteen hours to get from here to New York City. That’s not counting bathroom breaks, food stops, and a possible hotel visit.”

“Not to mention anything unexpected, like a flat tire, or traffic, or a wreck…”

Patton put his hand over Virgil’s. “I think we understand what you mean Virge.”

Virgil shrugged. “Just saying.”

“Yes, thank you Virgil. My point is, the cost of gas and food alone will be a high consideration. As well as a stop at a hotel, because something tells me that driving there without stopping to rest will not be advisable with a seven year old. Especially if I’m the only one driving.” Logan sighs. “I just don’t see how I can pull it off.”

“Lo,” Patton said gently, “could you take a moment and stop thinking through all of this logically and think about what’s best for your family? I mean, all Thomas could talk about was everything he wanted to do with Roman once he got home. When I saw him today…it was like someone sucked all the Christmas joy out of him. He needs to have both of you.”

Logan stared down at his cup. He knew that Patton was right, but…

“I can’t just ignore the costs, Patton,” he said.

Patton only sighed and looked down at his drink.

Later that night, Logan sat alone in his office, going over Thomas’s Christmas list when his phone rang. He smiled when he saw who it was.

“Well this is quite a pleasant surprise. Though it is rather late, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Logan said by way of answering.

“I could say the same to you,” Roman said, his voice soft. “I just…I needed to hear your voice.”

Logan frowned. “Is everything okay? You sound sad.”

Roman was silent for a moment, then Logan heard him sniff. “I want to come home.”

“I…I know you do,” Logan said, gulping. This wasn’t the first time Roman had called Logan completely homesick, though it hadn’t happened in a few months. The first few weeks he was gone, though, Logan got calls nearly every day.

“Can you just…talk? Please? I don’t care what about, I just want it to feel like…like you’re with me.”

Logan leaned back and closed his eyes. “Of course. I was just looking over Thomas’s Christmas list…”

He talked for a long time, about Thomas, about Patton and Virgil, about anything that came to Logan’s mind. Every now and again he could hear Roman sniffle or laugh, but for the most part he stayed silent. Logan kept talking until he was sure that Roman was asleep.

“I think you’re asleep,” he said, “so I’m going to go. Remember that Thomas and I love you very much. We’ll…we’ll see you soon.”

He was about to hang up when he heard a very softly mumbled “Love you Lo…”

Logan smiled. “Get some rest. Goodnight.” He hit the end call button and sat back, deep in thought.

Then he opened a new tab on his computer and started mapping their trip.

“Dad! Dad! We have an emergency!”

Logan straightened as Thomas came running into his room. “What is it Thomas?”

“Papa doesn’t have any Christmas decorations!” Thomas exclaimed, looking as if this was the most disastrous thing in the world.

“What do you mean?” Logan asked.

Thomas huffed. “I was talking to him and showing him my ornament that I made in class and I asked him where his decorations where and he said that he didn’t have any!”

“Okay, Thomas, first, take a breath.” Logan said, worried about his son passing out on him.

Thomas did as he was told, and Logan sat down on his bed next to his suit case. “So, Papa doesn’t have any decorations at all?”

Thomas shook his head. “He said that he didn’t think he’d need them.”

Logan thought for a moment. “Well…Perhaps we should take ours.”

His son’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Well, they do belong to us, and we never did finish decorating all the way since we were waiting for him to get home,” Logan said, reasoning it out in his own head. “I think that it will make him very happy too.”

Thomas started jumping up and down. “You mean it Dad, you mean it?”

Logan chuckled. “Go start packing them up. I’ll be with you momentarily.”

Thomas grinned and ran out to the living room. Logan smiled as he watched him before he got up to finish packing.

They were leaving the next day to drive to New York. Logan was expecting it to take at least two days, though if there were no unexpected surprises, then perhaps they could make it in a day and half. He’d made Thomas promise not to say anything to Roman, wanting to surprise him. It had been hard for Logan not to say anything, though, as Roman seemed to get more and more upset every day that the skies in New York darken and the threat of snow grows closer, making the weather prediction accurate. They were already talking about flights being cancelled until after Christmas.

Logan just hoped that they were able to make it in time before the roads got too bad. Living in Florida meant that Logan wasn’t exactly the best at driving in the snow.

“Daaad! I can’t reach the star!”

Logan laughed softly to himself and shook his head as he went to help his son before he ended up breaking anything.

By the time the next morning rolled around, they had the car packed. Between Thomas’s and Logan’s suitcases, all their Christmas decorations (including the fake tree), and the presents, there was hardly any more room. Logan only hoped that they wouldn’t somehow come home with more than they left with.

Once Logan closed the back hatch to the car firmly shut, he turned to Thomas, who looked like he was more than ready to go. “Alright, go inside and use the bathroom before we leave. I want to drive a substantial distance from here before we need to stop.”

Thomas just said, “Okay!” and ran back inside.

Logan sighed and leaned against the car. A part of him couldn’t believe that he was about to do this, but he figured that Patton was right. He needed to think about what was best for his family. Besides, he couldn’t stand both of his boys being so upset. If Logan was being honest with himself, though, he wanted this just as much as Thomas did.

Suddenly he heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He opened his eyes and looked around, slightly surprised to see Patton and Virgil stepping out of their car.

“What are you two doing here?” Logan asked as he straightened up and walked over to them.

“Well, we couldn’t let you just leave without us,” Patton said.

It was then that Logan saw that they were toting a rather large suitcase. “I wasn’t aware that you were accompanying us,” Logan said.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Look, you said it yourself that you weren’t sure you could make the trip driving by yourself. We’re here to help you out.”

“And help pay for gas!” Patton exclaimed. “And watch Thomas, of course.”

“I…I can’t let you do that,” Logan said.

“Sure you can,” Virgil said, lugging the bag over to the car. “Trust me, we’re doing this for Thomas’s sake. I’ve seen you sleep deprived and living solely off of coffee, and there’s no way I’m trusting you behind the wheel like that. Especially not with Thomas in the car.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but he offered his friends a small smile. “Thank you,” he muttered.

Patton gave him a tight hug. “We knew you wouldn’t ask us directly, so we just figured if we showed up you wouldn’t have a choice.”

“You’re not supposed to tell him that, Pat!” Virgil exclaimed.

“Oops,” Patton said with a small shrug, which only made Virgil smile and shake his head.

“Uncle Patton! Uncle Virgil!” Thomas’s voice came from the house as he ran out and right into Patton’s arms. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re going to come with you!” Patton said.

“Yeah, we’re going to make sure your dad doesn’t lose his mind driving for so long,” Virgil said, walking over to ruffle Thomas’s hair.

Thomas’s face lit up as he grinned. “Yay! All of our family will be together on Christmas!”

Logan smiled softly, wondering what he did to deserve such amazing friends and an even greater son.

“Well, not if we get going. I’ll help you find a place for that bag Virge.”

#logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logince #moxiety #thomas sanders #fanfiction #my fic #christmas roadtrip #tw loneliness

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ludicrousperson · 5 years

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Get To Know Me Questions (Very long)

thanks for tagging me bubs @meeresnaechte <3

1. What is your first name? Michelle

2. What is your nickname? Michi, Ischi, E.T., Valera

3. What is your zodiac sign? Aries

4. What is your favorite book series? Definitely the Harry Potter Book Series

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? I believe in ghosts but not really in aliens? The term ‘aliens’ is so stigmatized, that I don’t support this term and it’s definition. But somehow I slightly believe that humans are not the only ones in space.

6. Who is your favorite author? Haruki Murakami

7. What is your favorite radio station? I don’t really listen to radio, but when I do, I skip along through every station while driving car.

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? I love to try the variety of all the flavors, but my go to flavor is definitely chocolate hehe.

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? Lovely or Cute/Adorable. I love it when something or someone is just themselves and it’s so pure and lovely and I want to give it/them all my heart.

10. What is your current favorite song? Don’t Settle - Ben Kyle

11. What is your favorite word? It may seem so casual but the word ‘Thanks’ or ‘Thank you’ (‘Danke’ in German) holds so much power and lots meaning. For me it is another way to express my thankfulness and love I hold for my friends and family. ‘Thank you for seeing me’, ‘Thank you for making me laugh’, ‘Thank you.’.

12. What was the last song you listened to? I am You - Stray Kids

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? Breaking Bad, Narcos, Stranger Things & Goblin (KDrama).

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban & Therapie (by DieAussenseiter, German Youtuber).

15. Do you play video games? Currently I play ‘The Last of Us’. But rather than playing I really loooove to watch Let’s Plays of for example ‘Detroit: Become Human’, ‘Resident Evil’ aaand so on.

16. What is your biggest fear? Darkness & Loneliness.

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? I can be really spontaneous and would steal a car to drive to the ocean just for one hour so we can watch the sunset. Also I am really honest. You did something bad that’s not quite acceptable? Let’s talk it out and I will stay by your side to help you change your thinking/behavior or simply your mistake (vice versa counts for me).

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? My mind. I get nervous and tell myself that I am weird and that I am just annoying. That happens even when I am with my closest friends. Plus, I am sometimes very hot tempered. In a conflict I want to understand what my opposite thinks and what their opinion is, but it turns into me shouting quite fast.

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? Honestly I like both, but since I am allergic to cats, I love and praise doggos.

20. What is your favorite season? Spring Spring Spring and a bit of Autumn.

21. Are you in a relationship? No.

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? I miss that my parents never lived together and that I have never seen them together in one room.

23. Who is your best friend? I have 3. One I met through the Internet in 2013. One I met in school 4 years ago and that I didn’t like at the beginning and one who reached out to me in 2017.

24. What is your eye color? Brown

25. What is your hair color? Brown

26. Who is someone you love? My friends and my granny

27. Who is someone you trust? My friends

28. Who is someone you think about often? Someone who I can share my happiness with but haven’t met yet.

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? I am always excited for the little things. But right now I am lowkey excited for what this semester in University will gift me.

30. What is your biggest obsession? Music & Photography

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? Spongebob and Disneys Recess

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? I have more male friends than female friends and I can talk as openly to them as to my female friends.

33. Are you superstitious? Slightly

34. Do you have any unusual phobias? I wouldn’t count it as a phobia but I get panicked as soon as I see too many people around me.

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Behind it. I love to capture the pure beauty of the nature and of my friends being themselves. I want to capture their beauty forever, even when ways start to split. The memories won’t disappear.

36. What is your favorite hobby? Photography.

37. What was the last book you read? Ein Kind - Thomas Bernhard

38. What was the last movie you watched? Annabelle 3. Saturday at a drive-in cinema with my best friend and her friends.

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? I can’t play one but I am trying to learn the piano.

40. What is your favorite animal? Whales, Koalas and Birds.

41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? Definitley @loewen-gebruell, kuss an dich

42. What superpower do you wish you had? Teleportation & Invisibility

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? At the ocean. Just watching the waves and the sun and the wind and the people. It feels like time stops while time is running by.

44. What makes you smile? When other people are happy, doesn’t matter if it’s because of me or because of something/someone else.

45. What sports do you play, if any? Zumba/Dancing, Handball and Badminton.

46. What is your favorite drink? Waaaaater

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? For my best friend on her birthday as a present in May.

48. Are you afraid of heights? A bit, depends on my current anxiety level haha

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? Aggressiveness. I am so afraid if people get aggressive.

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Yes. K.I.Z. in Essen & Monsta X in Berlin.

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? No.

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? I always wanted to teach or help children. Now I am trying to fulfill my wish into becoming a psychotherapist.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? Aaaaaall the way Hogwarts.

54. What is something you worry about? I worry about my own future and about my family.

55. Are you scared of the dark? I am literally so scared when it gets dark. I need someone by my side to keep calm.

56. Do you like to sing? I love to sing and I would have already become a popular singer but sike my voice sucks so bad I don’t even like to speak in general because of my voice.

57. Have you ever skipped school? Yes hehe

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? Wherever I know I am not going to stay forever.

59. Where would you like to live? I want to live in so many countries, but I am afraid to settle down somewhere for the rest of my life.

60. Do you have any pets? No.

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Early bird, but lately I am more a night owl uhu

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunrises. Even though I find sunsets so surprisingly beautiful, I cherish sunrises a lot more. My heart feels like ‘here we are, leave it behind, you had time, it is a new start, you can do it in your own pace’ and it just feels warm.

63. Do you know how to drive? Yes and it’s the only thing I am 100% confident in lol

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Earbuds.

65. Have you ever had braces? Yes I had and I plan on getting some again.

66. What is your favorite genre of music? Ballads & a mix of EDM and POP

67. Who is your hero? May I say ‘Gronkh’?. He is a Youtuber and I watch him and his videos since I am 12. He has been with me for all the past years and he is still with me even though I am 20. His words always gave me courage and gave me what I never received from anyone else. He has a strong Father Role in my eyes.

68. Do you read comic books? No.

69. What makes you the most angry? Lies

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? A real book.

71. What is your favorite subject in school? German & Chemics

72. Do you have any siblings? Yes, 4 Half-Siblings, all younger than me.

73. What was the last thing you bought? A hoodie for the drive-in cinema at night.

74. How tall are you? 170 cm

75. Can you cook? Since I live on my own I cook a lot and I didn’t get food poisoned yet so I think I can cook.

76. What are three things that you love? Late Nights, Spontaneous Roadtrips & Laughs.

77. What are three things that you hate? Toxicity, Self-Centered People & Hate in general.

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? More male friends.

79. What is your sexual orientation? Straight by now but I don’t care who I am going to fall in love with.

80. Where do you currently live? In Austria for my studies.

81. Who was the last person you texted? My bestie @meeresnaechte

82. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday night.

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? Gronkh.

84. Do you like to take selfies? Depends if I need a new profilepic.

85. What is your favorite app? Spotify & Tumblr

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? Not good at all. My father disappoints me and breaks my trust to him everytime I visit him and my mother tries to be my best friend since she can’t act as a mother.

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? Slavik and Australian.

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? Mongolia, Southern America and Antarctica.

89. What is your favorite number? 16

90. Can you juggle? No

91. Are you religious? I have been raised strongly catholic but I got myself out of this close minded thinking. Even though I don’t practice any religious “doings”, I try to compare my experiences with the religions opinion.

92. Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? The deep ocean. The deep ocean is all around us and is covering 71% of the world we live on. So many lives live deep down in the ocean we have never seen and it’s the most undiscovered place on earth.

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? No.

94. Are you allergic to anything? Cats, Dust & Wheat

95. Can you curl your tongue? No

96. Can you wiggle your ears? No

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? 60% wrong, because I always try to see the good in someone and while not only hurting myself because of another disappointment, I hurt my closest friends as well.

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? The beach. But the forest has something magical that will always leave me stunned.

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? “Do what makes you happy.”.

100. Are you a good liar? No and I don’t want to be.

101. What is your Hogwarts House? Hufflepuff

102. Do you talk to yourself? Most of the time since I live alone uhm

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? I am a situational extrovert.

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? No, my Tumblr Blog is my diary since 2013.

105. Do you believe in second chances? Yes.

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Search for an ID and try to reach out to the person who lost it or give it straight to the owner of the place where I found the wallet or give it to the nearest police station.

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? I have split opinions on it.

108. Are you ticklish? Yes.

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Yes.

110. Do you have any piercings? Yes, recently got a helix.

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Neville from Harry Potter, just imagining him as a best friend wow

112. Do you have any tattoos? Yes a Plumeria on my right arm.

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? Not listening to others and making my own experiences.

114. Do you believe in karma? Yes.

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? No.

116. Do you want children? Yes, 3 to 5 children, but only if I am financially stable and if I can rely on my partner.

117. Who is the smartest person you know? Smart is anyone who found a way to live happily.

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? I don’t want to get reminded ciao

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? These dark circles under my eyes aren’t from sleeping.

120. What color are most of you clothes? Black & maybe some red here and there.

121. Do you like adventures? Always down for them, text me and I will show up at your front door with backpacks full of snacks and drinks and blankets let’s get it

122. Have you ever been on TV? No god thanks stay like this

123. How old are you? 20

124. What is your favorite quote? I have so many saved on my phone and written down in my notes, but one which I get reminded of most of the time is ”Erkennst du die nächste Gelegenheit, wenn sie passiert?” (”Do you see the next possibility when it’s happening?”).

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? I have a sweet tooth but spicy food has a special place in my heart.

People I want to get to know better: @perrfectly @kuntergrau-mohae @loewen-gebruell

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bramblepaws · 6 years

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i felt like writing my thoughts on the movie “Kin” down after i saw it today

be aware: i didn’t proofread this at all and it contains spoilers for the whole movie

The movie opens with a lot of interesting shots, actually — I was surprised and intrigued by the lingering focus on the mundane bits of Detroit. It moved to interspersed shots of a warehouse and alien noises, big flashes of clearly non-human-sourced lights. It showed a bit too much here, IMO — should’ve stuck with more mystery. The transition between that and moving to Eli’s daily life is choppy. It is established that Eli is a troublemaker, that he loves his dead mother very much, and that he does minor criminal work to make money (despite being fourteen) because his father doesn’t make enough to buy him a pair of shoes. He does this by wandering through abandoned warehouses and stealing wires.

The relationship between Eli and his father is clearly strained, but there isn’t much more to it than that. We are told, at some point, that the father is “hard on [him] because life is hard” which is the same bullshit excuse that many fathers have used before. We are also told, by the father, that he loves Eli — but we aren’t shown this. The dad just says some shit and has Eli do work, and barely spares him a loving, fatherly glance.

The third main character, Eli’s big brother, is introduced somewhere in here. Already I’ve forgotten his name, as I mentally referred to him as “that asshole” throughout the movie. He’ll be known as such from here on.

T-A has just gotten out of jail after six years, after some sort of armed robbery (this was picked up through little bits of dialogue throughout the first act, and it isn’t elaborated on any further, which is fine, but, you know). He’s established to owe some dangerous people $60k, which he does not have.

He tries to get the money from his dad, calls them “dangerous people” without elaborating on the fact that they WILL kill all three of them if he doesn’t pay up, and promptly gets kicked out.

Oh, by the way, Eli has found some crazy space gun in the warehouse we were shown earlier. There were some dead dudes in helmets, and one mostly dead dude in a helmet. Eli leaves (smart) the first time he encounters this scene, and then comes back after having some dream about the gun at 1 am with no backup (unsmart).

At some point, Dad finds out that Eli was taking wires from abandoned houses, yadda yadda bullshit reason they need to go to the dad’s office at 10 pm, he finds the dudes & T-A stealing from the office safe while Eli waits in the car.

For some reason this idiot father proceeds to confront the two armed robbers with a crowbar. He is, of course, shot. Eli manages to not hear this through the shitty apple earbuds that come with the phone. Don’t have that turned up too high, kid, you’ll damage your ears.

T-A tackles the main villain — oh, by the way, this dude is James Franco, it was wild seeing him play this weird gangster man — and causes him to shoot evil-dude’s brother. T-A then runs out and peels away with Eli in the truck.

T-A gives his brother some bullshit about how there was a bad cement spill, and their dad is going to be working around the clock on cleaning it up, and would he like to go on a roadtrip to Idaho?

And Eli presents a token amount of suspicion and resistance, but goes along with it after some prodding. So the chase begins.

James Franco is pissed about his brother being dead, so he’s gonna follow them at some point. Eli and T-A are driving across the country and do all kinds of cool brotherly things, like pee outside and go to strip clubs. Did I mention that Eli is fourteen?

They meet up with some cool dancer at this strip club who expresses concern for, you know, a fucking fourteen-year-old being in a place like that. She also gets along with T-A as he showers her with the money he stole from his father’s safe, and gets very drunk and disorderly. He starts getting wailed on by the club owners when he gets too disorderly, and Eli has to come save his ass with the big space gun. He shoots it at something and everyone’s all scared or whatever. Stripper decides to help T-A out and drive off with them. The only reasoning for this that we have been given is that the club owner called her a bitch & T-A said “That’s no way to talk to women” or something like that.

They go shoot some hay bales. The aliens that own the gun are also chasing them.

T-A realizes that he left the bag with all of his money in the club. They go to a motel and the stripper bonds with Eli and then tells T-A they should rob the club to get the money back. They do this, using Eli and his space gun to intimidate everyone, and run off to Vegas.

T-A almost tells Eli that their dad is dead, stripper interrupts him, so he goes to gamble instead while she gets Eli some food. Eli sees on the news that his dad is dead & T-A is wanted for his murder. Also Eli is listed as a possible suspect? Instead of as someone who was probably kidnapped?? Despite the fact that he’s fourteen????? Though maybe that’s how it is in America when you’re black. Shit be bad.

Eli screams at T-A and then they get arrested. T-A is put in a jail cell and very poorly tries to explain to Eli. Then… the bad guys show up. To the police station. And shoot their way in. All … 5 or 6 of them. One of the shot officers gives Eli a key so he can go get his space gun. Which is… an interesting choice….

Eli gets his space gun as James Franco threatens T-A. Eli shoots a bunch of people and it’s nbd. James Franco disappears somewhere in here, the alien dudes approach on motorcycles despite being shown to teleport somehow earlier, and the FBI shows up to circle the police station.

Eli and T-A go into the lobby and put down their weapons so they arent shot by police, which is of course when James Franco shows up with a gun. Then the aliens burst in with a grenade that temporarily stops time.

And you know, everything has been kind of straightforward up to this point. There are way too many threads in here, but they can all be followed pretty well. There’s a kid and his issues with his family, and his brother’s a terrible person who dragged him into a mess. There are these criminals that’re after them. And then another thread, where the kid found a mysterious sci-fi gun and the owners of that are after him, trying to get it back. Pretty straightforward! Not amazingly well done, but done well enough to keep things interesting.

And then the two masked dudes step in, and open up their helmets. And one of them is Michael B Jordon. Oh shit, that’s a human, is what I was thinking. Good twist! Didn’t expect it! Are they from another planet? The future? Mind you, this is at the end of the movie, so there’s gonna be no time to explain shit. But maybe some mystery with the humans will happen and that’ll be interesting (though not good).

But then Michael B Jordon starts talking! And he gives an entire monologue about how Eli is actually one of their race, and that’s why he can shoot the gun but no-one else can, and there were people here to kill him but Michael B Jordon got em first, and Eli wasn’t supposed to find the gun, and Eli is too young but when the time comes he’ll be important in the war on this other planet that he’s from. Oh, also, Michael B Jordon is this dude’s brother. Thank you for the gun, we’re gonna kill James Franco, and now we’re leaving through an ice portal or something? Bye!

The other masked person is someone I’ve never seen or heard of, and she says like three words, so I’m not really sure why she’s there.

And then time starts up again, T-A is arrested and shipped off to jail, and Eli supposedly leaves with the stripper who popped back up.

So! That all just happened! What the fuck!

The first act? Clunky, very clunky, but not bad! Set up everything it needed to and set up who the characters where. Was overall interesting enough to get me invested (not in T-A, but in Eli). Second act was a little bit messier, but it was still trying to hold its own and push on through.

The emotional climax of the movie — wherein Eli discovers his dad is dead — was flat. Very flat. It was built up for a long time, and didn’t have the punch it needed to land well.

And the… second? Climax? Where the bad guys show up… was very odd. What criminal gang of 5 people storms a fully operating police station with no casualties on their end & no hesitation at all? What police react the way these guys all reacted???

The third act was a mess. It really highlighted how there was just too much going on in the story — these bad guys and the police and aliens and brother conflict — and then added even more to it! By the way Eli, you’re an alien and we’ll need you later.

There was no setup to this! And Michael B Jordon just listed this all in one paragraph and then bounced! What!!!!!

Overall, I would say it was an entertaining movie, but not a good one. It had interesting bits and pieces. I liked the concept of brother conflict solved through road-trips. But the execution was sloppy, and the movie had way too many other things going on for it to be considered a “good” plot. Why was it even necessary to have an alien subplot? Couldn’t the kid have found some sort of other weapon — perhaps some advanced military-grade tech that registers to the first person who touches it. Or it could’ve NOT had him be the one with a big gun, considering he was fourteen and his older brother was the criminal. It would’ve been much more heartwarming if the older brother had given up criminal activity because he wanted to connect with Eli — but there was the outside conflict of James Franco chasing the two of them that they had to solve.

#long post #my stepdad loves Every Movie Ever so we see. a lot of them #ones i wouldnt normally see #and i make them more fun by critiquing them in my head as i watch #text #ramblings #kin movie

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bluefire94 · 3 years

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Game Ramblings: Cruis’n USA - A Roadtrip Experience

Jeez, it’s been like 3 months since I did the last one of these? Time to get back at it! Last time I spoke about a game that I’m not crazy about (Sonic Spinball), so I’ll balance it out with a game that is still close to my heart even now: Midway/Nintendo’s Cruis’n USA!

Released for arcades in late 1994 (hey, around the time I was born!), Cruis’n USA is the first in the eponymous series that was surprisingly brought back with Cruis’n Blast in 2016 by Raw Thrills. The Cruis’n franchise is known for being a racing series that eschews realism in favor of an over-the-top experience. Which makes it odd to revisit the first installment, for it’s a lot more down-to-Earth compared to the later titles.

The driving is still very unrealistic, of course, but the wackiness found in the later titles isn’t as strong here. For one the wheelie mechanic (double tap the gas!) wasn’t here, but introduced in Cruis’n World. Also, the hidden cars aren’t as crazy. Sure, a School Bus isn’t something found in racing games a lot, but there aren’t anything really wild like junker station wagons, futuristic jet cars, and a dinosaur (yes, Blast has a dinosaur as a hidden “car”). This may sound like a bad thing, but it actually isn’t!

USA here definitely has a more laid-back experience going for it. The less wild time you’ll have is akin to an ideal roadtrip, which is fitting for the whole “Cruise the USA” mode is basically a roadtrip. From San Francisco to Washington DC. Lazy Game Reviews described the game (mainly it’s N64 port) as a “truck stop game.” I actually think that’s a fitting description! It’s akin to a roadtrip, going places and soaking in the sights and scenery, but nothing too crazy going on. Plus of course making visits to truck stops for breaks (which tend to have game rooms!).

As for the gameplay, it’s well known that these titles are purely a “pick up and play” experience. There aren’t any hidden depths to be more like real life car racing, a stable of Sega’s arcade racers. Just keep the gas pedal down and steer through the turns and past traffic. But being “easy to learn, hard to master” isn’t the point here. It’s a fun-driven (pun intended) experience that anyone can try and have a good time. Pretty funny then that the marketing campaign for the arcade release tried billing USA as “the most advanced sensory experience ever developed for an arcade!” - which is game is anything but in regards to realistic car handling. Perhaps though it is advanced in the sensory experience of that no-pressure time of going on vacations, especially as a kid. There’s lots of new sights to see, things are simple, and most of all fun! Likely explains why I would make a beeline for one of these cabinets when one was present in the game room. I loved the vacations I would go on with my family as a young boy. :) So if you couldn’t tell, I still see Cruis’n USA as a fun time, even today with more sophisticated racing games around. In fact, this kind of over-the-top experience isn’t really present in racing games outside of Raw Thrills’ games, which are restricted to Dave & Buster’s type arcades. I say that we need more games like USA here as well as its sequels. To quote series artist Xion Copper on driving games: “Well I drive enough, and thank you but no thank you, I don’t want reality, I want fun!”

#my reviews #cruis'n usa #game ramblings #racing games #arcade classics

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scntamcria · 6 years

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the art of letting go ✿ drew

TAGGING → Drew Torres, Tori Santamaria

TIMEFRAME → Last Weekend, November 26th

LOCATION → Kingston

NOTES → Drew and Tori’s impromptu roadtrip ends up being a search for his estranged son, but things don’t quite go as planned.

Tori: sat comfortably in the passenger’s seat, glimmers of afternoon sunlight painted over her skin as she flipped through the pages of her magazine. The second one so far in the duration of their car ride. “Did you know that in 2015 more people died from selfie accidents than shark attacks?” she leaned toward Drew, a little laugh escaping her lips as she shook her lovely head of curls immediately after. “That means my days are so numbered” So far, things had been incredibly pleasant, but she’d expected nothing less. Whenever she and Drew were around one another they fell into this sort of familiar rhythm, and it was comforting at the least to think that would perhaps never change. The brunette lifted her head only a second to get a glimpse of the road and their surroundings, nothing striking her immediately recognizable. That was comforting in it’s own right. Tori always harbored a sort of wanderlust, a deep and adventurous longing for uncharted territories and brand new experiences. But she was also slightly nosy, and even a little impatient. “So can you tell me now where we’re headed?” she piped up again, unable to believe that he’d managed to keep the details to himself for this long.

Drew: could barely hold in his excitement. He couldn't believe after all this time he would finally get to reunite with him son, granted his passenger doesn't know what they're doing but he wasn't about to let that bring him down right now. Coming out of his daze he shook his head at the fact. "I believe it. Don't tell me you selfie and drive?" He asked after her second comment. Drew loved the fact that the two could sit in silence and take it everything. What more could he really ask for? Flashing her a smile before glancing over, he nodded. "I guess I could tell you now. We're headed to Kingston. It's nothing too big or fancy but it'll do.

Tori: “Kingston” Tori repeated, a touch of a smile on her lips as closed her issue of Cosmo and flipped down the passenger’s side mirror to apply a fresh coat of apricot gloss. She figured if she was going to make her debut in a brand new city she could at least try to look a little presentable, especially since Drew’s prompt arrival, and her tendency to run behind, left her bounding from her house clad in leggings, windblown curls, and less than a hint of makeup. “I’ve never been, so it’s perfect” she gushed, dark hues glued to the scenery outside as they pulled off the highway. So wrapped up in the details of their trip, she hadn’t even thought to ask what brought him there in the first place. Until now. “So what’s in Kingston?” she posed, tearing her eyes from the outside to glance at Drew.

Drew: "Mhhm." He hummed. This was a big deal to him but he didn't want her to know that just yet because he honestly wasn't sure how she'd take it. Once his mind is made up it's hard to talk him out of it especially with this. But if need be he knew she could do it. "Me either but from the pics I saw online it seems nice. And we're making good time." Drew glanced at the gps noticing there was only about ten minutes left on the drive. "Someone who will hopefully be excited to see me."

Tori: “Ooh, a smoothie bar” she pointed out in passing, checking out the quaint little town. “You know what I wanna do this summer? Catch the train across Europe. You should come. We can go to Venice and ride the gondolas, and check out the French nude beaches..” she suggested, laughing a little at the thought. She knew she was getting ahead of herself. Here they were a couple hours into the current trip and she was already planning another. But she was almost certain it wouldn’t come to fruition, unless she could convince her boyfriend to somehow tag along. “Is it a girl?” she quipped, her knowing glance accompanied by a radiant smile that let him know she was only kidding . He’d become quite the ladies man, but something told her he wouldn’t come all this way, or bring her along, to meet up with some tinder date. But it was clear Drew wasn’t giving up anymore details than he absolutely had to, and she didn’t exactly mind the guessing.

Drew: smiled at the fact that they were almost there. He barely heard what she said but happen to notice the unique bar. "Maybe we'll stop by there tomorrow." His smile couldn't stop growing as she mentions this Europe getaway. Laughing along with her he shrugged. "Sounds like the perfect trip. And I've heard Europe in the summer is great." He played along knowing this probably wouldn't happen especially if Owen went as well. Drew rolled his eyes at her question. "A boy actually." He said to try and throw her off. Taking the last turn he stopped right out of the house. Putting the car in park he glanced over before looking down, trying to shake the nerves that were now building. As he opened his mouth to speak out walked the family. "We're here for him." He said softly pointing to the kid.

Tori: His clues only caused her to furrow both shapely brows, but when they stopped right in front of a family residence her confusion slowly transformed from into a mixture of pure disbelief, and a small twinge of sadness if this kid was who she thought he was. And with the resemblance they bared, there was no mistaking it. Tori glanced at the boy, then back at Drew, then to the little boy again who was happily toddling alongside his family members. “Drew...is that Ty?” she questioned, though the knot in the pit of her stomach answered for him. Her mouth remained agape for a moment as she searched for the right words to say. It was clear when he first told her about this whole situation that it’d hurt him beyond measure. And she could sympathize with wanting to be an active parent, especially when their own parents were so frequently absent. But as a mother, she could also sympathize with the baby. And understood that him, and his happiness were most important. “Drew, you can’t” she choked out, dark hues colored with concern as she turned to him. “What are you planning to do? Introduce yourself? Take him? You can’t uproot this baby’s life...”

Drew: watched the little boy walking beside his temporary family. It amazed him how much he has grown up since he last saw him. He couldn't believe how much Ty looks like him. "Yeah it is and I want him back." He said lowly. There is nothing in his life he has been more serious about. In his mind it wasn't right that his kid wasn't taken away without him even knowing. Regretfully he looked away from Tyson and into Tori's eyes. "But I can. I talked to his adoption agency and they think I have a case. As of right now I just wanted to see him and try to introduce myself. It isn't uproot.. he hasn't been with them that long and he's my son." Drew was starting to get worked up but not at Tori, at the fact that he had to be here to begin with. "Is it so wrong that I want to be with my kid? To show him his dad wants him."

Tori: couldn’t help but feel torn at his resolve, every word he uttered tugging on her heartstrings. It was clear that he’d spent some time thinking about this, that he was truly deadset on getting his son back. But she couldn’t bring herself to think that that was in Tyson’s best interest. “I know this isn’t fair..” she replied softly, noticing how worked up he was getting over this. She couldn’t fault him for being passionate, it was his son and Drew’s nature was innately caring, especially when it came to those closest to him. “But that’s just going to complicate things further for him. Say you do have a case, do you know how long that’s going to take to go through the court system? How much that’s going to put him through to be taken away from the people that have been raising him? Look at him, he’s happy..” a sigh passed through her lips, as her tone practically begged him to listen to her. Even if he did manage to somehow get him back, his mother and Jenna had both already made it clear that they weren’t ready to have a kid around, and raising a child with a lack of support as a teenager was hard, no matter how well off you were. “I know it’s not fair” she repeated, dark hues going glossy as she fought back tears that threatened to brim.. She couldn’t stand the pain on his face, the utter sense of loss that suddenly loomed between them. “But sometimes as a parent you gotta do what’s best for your kid no matter how much it kills you, and right now the best thing for him might be for you to walk away.”

Drew: “You’re damn right it isn’t fair.” He said trying not to raise his voice. Tori wasn’t the bad guy but she was in the crossfire. Drew watched the family pull out of there driveway half tempted to follow along. The only thing stopping him is his friend. “How do you know he’s happy here? Just because he smiled doesn’t mean pure happiness. And I don’t think it will be that long in court. I’ve got strings I can pull. I’ll be 18 next month which mean I can get a place of my own. It’ll be fine.” He said as he put the car in the drive following the family. He just needed to see that his son is actually okay. The last comment she made rang through his mind. He wondered if maybe she’s right. But he doesn’t want the what ifs. Tears started to build, though he refused to cry. Not again. The family stopped and so did Drew. They were at a flea market. “Just stay here I’ll be right back.” He said in a stern tone as he got out. Making sure to stay a little bit back he watched them, Tyson mostly. ‘He seems to be okay’ Drew tells himself. As they make their way through they turn around to go back to another table but Drew stops. ‘This is it.’ He says in his mind before the family walks by. As they do his eyes stay glued to the baby, trying his best to keep it together. Drew turns to look the other way as they get lost in the crowd. “Fucking hell pull yourself together.” He mutters wiping away a tear before sitting down. He wanted to take a second and cool off before going back to Tori.

Tori: “Drew, n--” before she could utter another word he was already out of the car ambling in the direction of the flea market, and she was left to sit idle in anticipation of whatever was to come of this terrible plan. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she ran a distressed hand over her curly head as she watched him follow after them from the comfort of the passenger’s seat. “Oh my God” she muttered to herself, unable to shake the feeling that this wasn’t going to end well for anyone. Worst case scenario, the family calls the cops, and best, Drew comes to his senses. Praying for the latter, she wracked her brain for some way to salvage the situation, but for once in her entire life it seemed she drew a complete blank.

Drew: rubbed the back of his neck, taking in a deep breathe. His heart was racing but the words Tori said were replying over and over again. Lifting himself up he shuffled through the crowd, making his way back to the car, the look of defeat written all over his face yet again. Without saying a word to Tori they drove off, heading to the nearest hotel. “Guess you could say this trip was a bust. Sorry I drug you out here.” He sighed putting the car in park as they arrived. “I’ll get the room.” He said as he stepped out heading to the desk. “One room with two twin beds.” Pulling out his wallet the clerk speaks. “We’re out of those. Big convention in town. I’ve got a room with a king bed but that’s it.” Rolling his eyes Drew nodded, giving the go ahead. After paying he walks back to Tori. “Apparently I suck even more because there’s only one room left with a king bed. Do you want to stay or should we drive back?”

Tori: wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when Drew returned to the car, but it was difficult when he was so clearly heartbroken. At a loss for words, she just remained silent on the road to the hotel, certain that he didn’t feel much like talking after what had just transpired. “It’s okay--” she replied solemnly, it may not have been the complete weekend getaway she was hoping for but at least focusing on his problems took her mind off of her own. As they made their way through the double doors, the brunette stood aside, observing the other hotel guests and passersby as she waited for Drew to secure their room. However, when he returned to her stating there had been a mix up with the rooms, her mind immediately went back to the conversation she had with Owen. There was no way in hell that he’d be cool with the two of them sharing a bed, however platonic it might or might not have been. And she couldn’t do that to him, especially when she claimed to have found the error in her unfaithful ways. Still, she felt bad making Drew drive back three hours after such a humongous letdown. “No, I think you need a good night’s sleep. I can take the couch or push two chairs together or something--” she offered, smiling the smallest of smiles in hopes that’d reassure him. “Come on, we can order cheap white wine and room service” the brunette beauty nodded toward the elevator, taking a few steps ahead of him. “And hey, what you did today already shows how great of a dad you are. And one day, when he’s old enough you can explain all of this to Tyson. And how none of it was your fault, or even your decision..” she spoke, linking their arms and meeting his crystalline eyes for the first time since they’d left the flea market as they fell into step. “If he’s anything like you, he’ll understand” And if her resolve didn’t reassure him in the least, she rested her head against his shoulder and gave his bicep a little squeeze. One that said she was here for him, regardless.

Drew: grabbed the bags, making his way to the room. He was so zoned out at this point thinking about all the what ifs and if this is actually the right thing to do, he barely heard her begin to talk. “I’m fine, but there’s no way you’re getting the couch or the chairs. If you’re worried about the bed thing I’ll sleep on the couch. You are not.” Drew was a lot of things but he always tries to respect women even if it doesn’t always show. Glancing at her for just a second he noted her smile and for once he fought smiling back. Before he could comment back she started talking again. “Maybe if he even wants to talk to me. I don’t blame him if he doesn’t. But that wine sounds good.” Drew felt comfort in her touch. It was exactly what he needed right now. “You think I’m understanding? Must be thinking of the wrong guy.” He tried teasing with a small smirk. Once they arrived to the room he opened the door for her before shutting the door and sitting the bags down on the bed. “Wanna go ahead and order the wine and whatever you want to eat while I grab a quick shower?”

Tori: laughed through her nose at Drew’s reply. The little smirk might not have been much, but she couldn’t help feeling a little proud at the fact that she’d to get it out of him. The minute they arrived Tori plopped down on the large white bed, spreading herself wide on the soft white linen. “Say no more” she responded to Drew, flashing him a dimpled smile as she grabbed the room service menu, unsure what to order she got them a greasy feast of cheeseburgers, french fries, buffalo wings, and a bottle of riesling to top if all of. At least if he couldn’t get what he’d come for, they’d be full and tipsy. And that was as good a consolation as it could get. She drew back the curtains, allowing the lights of the small town to peek into their room as she waited for Drew to return. It took a total of twenty five minutes for all of their food to arrive, and Tori created a nice little spread for them both on the bed, finishing up just as Drew left the bathroom. Steam outlinined his frame in an admittedly godlike way as he appeared., prompting a girlish giggle from the girl. “Bon appetite” she said, popping open the bottle of bubbly as she made room for him on the bed.

Drew: shook his head at her spreading out on the bed. “Rub it in why don’t ya.” He joked. Of course things weren’t great right now but he knew she’d distract him at the least. Making his way to the bathroom he grabbed the tiny bottles of shampoo and soap before starting the water. After stripping down he stepped into the hot water, not minding the sting. Everything was replaying in his mind till he heard the knock on the door. Realizing that he zoned out for entirely too long he stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He took another towel to dry off his hair, making it go in every direction. As he walked out he couldn’t help but give her a confusing look at her giggle. “You act as if you haven’t seen me shirtless before.” He teased then joined her on the bed. “Did you order the whole menu?” He questioned before grabbing the burger, wanting to get some food in his stomach before drinking.

Tori: “It’s been a minute” she responded with a playful shrug, taking a generous sip of their wine. Almost two years to be a little more exact. They were younger then, and he was a little less chiseled. She bit the inside of her lip to keep herself from inevitably making a comment about it, instead returning her attention to their buffet as not to let her gaze linger. “I didn’t know what you wanted” she stated matter of factly, stuffing her face with a few french fries. “Besides, I know how much you like to play with your food, figured I’d at least give you a variety” Tori teased, shooting him a knowing glance over her shoulder. There was probably no way they’d finish it all, but she certainly intended to put forth her best effort. “Soo you gonna come see in the school play? You know I got the lead or one of the leads” she spoke, dipping one of her french fries into a pool of ketchup before downing the rest of her glass. She was genuinely excited for her stage debut, thinking that this could possibly be the niche she’d been searching for as long as she could remember. Maybe one day she could be a big movie star, signing autographs and touring the world to promote her latest flick.

Drew: shrugged almost forgetting how long it has been. Things may feel like they did two years but clearly things have changed. A thought that’s harder to understand than he thought. Topically whenever he has a chance his eyes are on some part of her. Old habits die hard. Drew chuckled giving her a playful eye roll. “You think you just know me so well. I’ll have you know I’ve changed some... I don’t play with food as much now.” He said mentality slapping himself for the dumb comment. Taking anything bite he took a minute to answer. “I guess I could come see you. Besides I’m pretty sure Adam would force me otherwise.” Grabbing the bottle he poured some wine into the glass, taking a long sip. “Damn this is good.” He said as he poured more before handing the bottle back to her. “Sorry about next telling you the whole truth. But maybe that smoothie bar will make the trip worth all the trouble.” He said giving a smile.

Tori: “Oh, well excuse me” she chided playfully. Maybe he was right, maybe she didn’t know him as well these days. But to her, she’d always remember him as her sweetie. With that perfect smile, and those clear, blue, come to bed eyes. Even if she was almost sure that they’d never know each other in that way again. “Good, because I expect a rousing round of applause from you at the end” she replied, laughing her little laugh as she laid outstretched on the bed. Halfway through her third glass of wine she found her eyelids growing heavy, and though she fought with everything in her she knew the end was near. A genuine “It’s okay” was all she managed, accompanied by a yawn. And not even a full moment later the brunette gave up her fight, delicate eyelids closing as she drifted into a slumber.

Drew: “You’re excused.” He responded gazing at her for a minute. His was something he was worried about, besides telling Steph how he felt about his ex. Drew had no idea how hard it would really be. Laughing along with her he nodded. “Definitely. I’ll even bring a poster.” Finishing up his burger he noticed her starting to fall asleep. Moving the food off the bed, he managed to get some of the blanket to tug her in. “Owen has no idea how lucky he is.” He said lowly with a small sigh before making his bed on the couch, falling asleep almost as fast as she did.

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emo-boy-oliver-blog · 7 years

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Life Update #51

Heyyy yall! It’s the 11th of December and I’ve been on holidays and it has been great! A lot has happened as I haven’t updated for almost a month but I’ll just list the biggest stuff that happened :)).

So after a little while of being on holidays my mum and I drove down to Melbourne, we also brought the dogs (which is why we drove down). It was a whole day of driving which was a t r e k but it was cool when we got there. Once I arrived in Melbourne all was pretty cool, we stayed at my nan and pops house which meant deadname central but apart from that it was cool. We went over to my aunts house with my cousins n shit and turns out they all saw a video on my YouTube about being trans so they were all calling me Oli but with she/her pronouns but it’s a start. My step dad caught a plane down there a while in and stayed at my grandparents as well. A couple days into my trip I was at my aunts house and my uncle was saying a heap of homophobic shit even though he knows I’m trans so I ran off and wrapped presents with my accepting cousin, he doesn’t quite understand what being trans is but I explained it to him and he’s starting to get it, he’s in his mid twenties, anyways that night shit got really intense and dark and I can’t say everything that happened online but basically my mum and I had a really intense discussion with my uncle and he said he didn’t get it but he will accept me. On the day before Christmas we went to my Step Dads family for their families Christmas. It was really cool, my step dads family is very accepting especially because his sister is a lesbian and his nephew is gay so everyone was calling me the right name and pronouns. I spent most of the day chatting to my step brothers girlfriend because neither of us knew everybody since we aren’t like I N the family, she was really cool and she is a uni student. I also talked with my step brother and sister and my step sisters boyfriend a bit. I got some gifts from my step dads family which I was not expecting!! I got a cool t shirt and a rebel sports voucher and an itunes voucher and a jar filled with gingerbread, non-alcoholic rum balls and candy canes. That night we went to carols by candelight with some of my mums friends from the UK. They were visiting Australia so we met up with them in the city and had dinner and then saw the carols. It was my mums friend and her husband and son and daughter. The son was twenty something and was also called Oliver and Oli as a nickname!! We went back to their apartment in the city to hang out and then we stayed in a hotel ourselves. On Christmas morning we drove back to my nan and pops and I got presents!! I got pop vinyls and a P!ATD record and mini guitar figurines and lush bath bombs and a calligraphy set and lights that said ‘OLI’ and cards against humanity and just lots of cool stuff! We then went to my aunts house and the whole family was there, we ate heaps of food and I played with my cousins daughter who is 3 years old and adorable. She played hide and seek with me but would always hide in the same spot and I’d pretend I had no idea where she was for a while. I also buried ‘treasure’ in the garden for her to dig up. The older family members played cards against humanity with me and it was super funny and entertaining.

On boxing day I flew down from Melbourne to Tassie and met my dad and step mum there and we stayed at our house down there, it was a really nice time. For the first day my uncle was there as he had been there for Christmas and he gave me a really nice wallet for Christmas. Also on that trip we went on a really long road trip and went to a national park where we went on a bushwalk and saw a platypus!! On that roadtrip we also went to a really pretty spot for a picnic, it was in front of this beautiful blue water surrounded by mountains on squishy green grass. We ate rolls and I read ‘Elites of Eden’ and we played this cool outdoor came called ‘Finska’. We also went and saw the boats finish the race of ‘Sydney to Hobart’ and the boat I had bet on won so I got $50. Mine didn’t even win first to the finish line though, the first place got an hour taken off for cheating so mine won!!! On New Years Eve we walked down to the harbour and saw some really nice fireworks to celebrate 2018. While in Tassie I went and saw the new Star Wars with my dad which I didn’t really like BUT THEN we all went to see ‘the Greatest Showman’ which OH MY GOD MY NEW RELIGION! The music is iMPECABLE the story made me cry it was honestly my favourite thing ever, in fact I’m listening to the soundtrack right now, I also fell in LOVE with Zendaya who is in it, she is my actual wife I am IN LOVE. Also while in Tassie I got a basketball because in Melbourne I discovered a passion for shooting hoops.

Over the holidays I became close with my old unrequited crush of four years and wOW fell for her again, I told her again and nEWSFLASH she’s still not interested, she was super sweet about it but ahh it hurt my heart a little lot bit. I’m glad we are close again though because she was once my best friend and i missed her.

Once I arrived back home a heap of lgbt+ clothing arrived that I got for Christmas and also a card from one of my internet friends!! Also when I got back I did a lot of catching up with friends. Pretty soon after I got back I caught up with my best bro, we went to the shops and went to an arcade and played a couple of games and saw the greatest showman (yes again its amazing) and then he slept over at my house which was lots of fun. We swum in the pool and had water fights with my water guns. Then a little bit later I caught up with the same bro and a girl from my old school, we went ice skating together and then went to the arcade and it was sUPER FUN. I’ve also been taking photos in the photobooth every time I go to the arcade so I have a collection on my pinboard. Then a day or two after that I went over to a friends house and 5 of us from my theatre place caught up. We played a card game called ‘What do You Meme’ and listened to Hamilton and watched Pitch Perfect. I felt really happy because 3 of them were cis dudes and they were treating me exactly like they treated each other apart from a couple pronoun slip ups and it felt nice to be treated like a boy.

Yesterday my best pal and I went to a trans support group!! It was amazing!! Basically we walked into this room and there were a heap of teens sitting on couches and chairs and we sat on some chairs and I was super awkward and nervous at first but everyone was so sweet and we all put nametags on saying our names and pronouns. For the first hour-ish a trans woman gave us a talk and we asked questions and stuff like that just about legal rights and working while trans and all that stuff. For the next hour we all chatted and I stopped being awkward and I made a heap of pals which is so exciting! I’m so excited about next months meet up now.

Well that’s all for this long ass update, today my mum and I went and looked at a house we might rent and tomorow I’m going to the shops with a friend

Update soon woot

Oliver

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Hi lex, i had a question. Are there lgbtq books/comics that you enjoyed that you think are more representative and are narratively better than cp? If you do i would love to check more out and get a feel for the differences.

Not gonna lie, I’ve been hemming and hawing about how to answer this ask haha. But thank you for your q!!!

Yes, there are a lot of lgbt books/comics that I have enjoyed better than CP and that I think are narratively better and which treatment of LGBT issues I did find more satisfying.

But I’ve also read (and critiqued) CP by itself, like how I read any other works, and try to come up with things that are objectively enjoyable about it and things I don’t like about it in a vacuum. I wanted to shy away from making any comparisons, lest it be incongruous or void. I didn’t want to be unfair in comparing it to a work of a different medium or genre, or make hierarchies on works that tackle LGBT issues based on their treatment of it. And anyway, I feel like the brunt of my criticisms about CP has something to do with its abandonment of some of its storylines and its uncompelling character arcs and story. That is to say, I think… maybe any other well-structured, well-written story will do?

For instance, I just recently finished Andre Aciman’s Call Me By Your Name, and it’s a coming-of-age love story between two guys with a sizeable age difference, and further, it’s a story where there are no extrinsic deterrents to their relationship and what drives the story are just their feelings, how they act on it and don’t act on it, and y’all it doesn’t even tackle coming out, or homophobia; in those aspects, you can compare it to CP, and it just does a better job of addressing the issue of age difference or in general, just expressing the nature of desire and physicality and confusion that comes with First Love. The younger guy’s insecurity, while it was assuaged, never really went away, but at least it was addressed. Are the two works really comparable? No. But did I enjoy it better? Absolutely. And it’s the same for like, I guess 90% of LGBT works I’ve read vis a vis CP.

And I have read a lot of stuff. In the interest of full disclosure, I did grow up reading shonen-ai and yaoi?? If you know what those are, you won’t be surprised at how fluffy comics with “queer” characters has existed long before CP (or, while at it, how reminiscent zim*its is of a traditional yaoi pairing with the Hunky Seme and blushing virginal Uke; might be also why i hate the pairing for how i’ve seen that dynamics a million times before). Though I make no value judgments about yaoi, I guess what I’m trying to say is that there are a LOT of romance (and even scifi and fantasy) LGBT works that don’t focus on queer issues, and they aren’t less enjoyable for that fact. The key is deciding early on if queer issues such as homophobia is something to be dealt with in the comic’s universe, and not flip flop midway and ending lacklustre and lacking like how CP did it. I guess I wanted to address the point that our criticisms of its lack of discussion about stuff is waived because CP is “supposed to be fluffy”; I maintain that it’s worthy of criticism because it wasn’t consistent on its discussion. Shhh this stays as a secret lol but one of the earliest yaoi novel I remember reading was this pulp trashy novel Only The Ring Finger Knows and it’s about two guys falling for each other and navigating their relationship and living together and they don’t really face scrutiny for being gay. But all their insecurities and all the misunderstandings were addressed properly, and it’s not Man Booker material but I remember feeling satisfied.

In addition, I do believe that the Coming Out story where the protagonist comes out stronger™ for it is as cliche as they come.

One of the most nonchalant mention of sexuality that I can remember is from one of my favorite webcomics ever– The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal--when TJ gets asked if he’s gay and he replies, “I ping all I am ninja.” But it’s also a story about a POC who’s gay and trapped in an arranged marriage, but it doesn’t dwell on that and the story keeps moving. At the heart of that comic is just two guys finding themselves and falling in love while on a roadtrip. That’s as tropey as you get, and yet the character development is to die for.

There’s a lot of LGBT stories where the queerness aren’t used solely as a device to drive a larger story. There is A LOT.

Off the top of my head, Sarah Waters has historical novels like Fingersmith and Tipping the Velvet that are more plot-driven, doesn’t deal with the queer issues, but have women falling in love and being happy together. Fingersmith is also where the movie The Handmaiden is based from, which if you haven’t watched, should. Some of David Levithan’s stories deal with homophobia, but most are just guys falling in love and being happy and cute. Hanya Yanagihara’s A Little Life–a read I don’t recommend to anyone dear to me– has its protagonist fall in love with his Hollywood celebrity best friend (though I think the takeaway from this novel is that love doesn’t cure trauma, though people suffering from it can be happy) and there is no fuss about their queerness at all, and the book is actually nominated for a Man Booker.

There are also works like Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (POC, LGBT), or Perry Moore’s Hero, or Tillie Walden’s autobiographical graphic novel Spinning (LGBT, sports) that are about coming-of-age and aren’t afraid to tackle the warping effect of homophobia, the feelings of shame and fear that comes with being queer in a realistic world, and yet did not demure to end on a hopeful note.

I know the webcomic Tripping Over You is but a fluffy slice-of-life that’s just two guys who are in a relationship, talking it out and that’s it?? And it’s satisfying, and I can’t help but highlight how the coming out story of one of its characters, Liam, to his father was nothing but his decision to make, despite all the hiding he did was affecting his relationship with his partner as well. That coming out arc was a blip in the larger story arcs that are… their relationship and about being adults.

And I mean you even have fanfics that include that feature its characters coming out, and I have read a disturbing amount of fics you guys, even hockey rpf featuring different pairings, that discuss the issues that CP seemed to present (but didn’t follow through on) in a better way. I remember this lowkey one about a beat reporter starting a relationship with a professional hockey player, and the difference in their status is addressed, financially and in other terms, and that both of them are fully cognizant about these things as they proceed with the relationship. And the hopeful coming out scenario is a product of playing out the consequences of it and the alternative. I also remember this moment in that fic where the main POV character deals with a panic attack with his partner present, and it’s so much powerful to me than anything CP has shown about mental health.

In terms of mental health, I remember reading Tobias and Guy which is as light and fluffy as you get when a guy (literally named Guy) falls in love with a demon guy, and has this arc when Guy dealt with depression while in that relationship, and it was short and succinct but dared one of its characters to at least ask “but his family are loving and are supportive of him. how can he think like that?” for the sake of expounding the topic. I think it’s an okay portrayal of how partners in a relationship might deal in a situation where on suffers from mental health illness. I feel like the show You’re The Worst has also been exemplary in that regard. SKAM’s season 3 deals with internal homophobia and mental health illness while in a relationship and coming out (with none of the backlash of homophobia like CP) but doesn’t deal with cliches, and remains as a compelling and moving story.

In terms of insight into sports, a notable read for me is Nina Revoyr’s The Necessary Hunger (LGBT, POC, Sports), as it treated the sport the characters are in as integral part of who they are, which, I think is an effective use of the sports as a genre. As a manga-reader though, I’ve been spoiled by sports manga which are the best! sports! comics! (Slam Dunk! Hajime no Ippo! Hikaru no Go!) because they deal with their respective sport with so much insight, aplomb and passion, viewed in the eyes of the hero who’s in a journey to triumph. In manga, even baking bread can be a sport haha. To be honest these sports comics don’t need to have an athlete’s insider info on the world it’s set in. They just have to be believable. CP, I think, lacks both believability and insight, and more importantly, a deep tangible way the sports affects its protagonist. I find that so unsatisfying. I’m looking forward to how well C.S. Pacat’s Fence does.

My favorite college slice-of-life comic isn’t LGBT however, but it’s about a group of occasionally-starved college students in an art school. I read/saw the anime when I was in high school and has since stuck with me. I was equally invested in each of the characters’ storylines, not much like how I lost interest in CP after Rans and Holster and Shitty and Lardo were relegated to the fawning supportive straight friends stereotypes. The main romance doesn’t detract from the characters having their own stories and careers they want to fulfill. Even the POV character, who wasn’t my fave, had an endearing and compelling story.

As a bottomline: I don’t think there is a holy grail of lgbt works insomuch as they subjectively appeals to us. These are just some works that stand out to my memory and there are various takeaways from each for our purpose of comparison, but there are tons of material out there, LGBT and otherwise. SERIOUSLY. And I think there’s nothing wrong with trying it out one work at a time, see if it pings you. Trust your judgment friend!

#this answer is A MESS i'm sorry #omgcheckplease #omgcp #omgcp_critical #lukestarrunner

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a-dreamer-named-mars · 7 years

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Imagine Jamie and Danny Fighting For You (Part 1)

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"Y/N, whenever you have the time, please stop by my office to set up a time and a date for this week. We're going to Rikers, remember?"

"For the Walker case. Yes, of course. I just need to finish this report real quick and I'll be there!"

Erin Reagan turned in her heels and walked back to her own fancy office after flashing you a smile and you got back to work. Work - that magical word that makes you get up out of bed everyday. You were a worker kind of person, you brought your work home with you, you couldn't just leave it at the desk. You graduated from Law School being the top of your class - Class Of 2012 - and were currently working for the district attorney's office, alongside with Erin. You had a major age gap between the two but you got along very well since the beginning and she did help you a lot when you first came there and you loved that you were working with her, since you studied some of her most important cases back in college. And she loved that your worked there with her, she's always said that younger people are needed but she's never found anyone who resembles her that much. And so, you two eventually became pretty close.

Working with Erin in some of her cases, has lead you to, fortunately or not, meet her two brothers - Jamie and Danny. She had told you about Joe before and basically she'd told you all about her life and about the two Reagan boys who had kept an eye on you for a while now. You were flattered, really, but... sometimes they could be very annoying. Plus you weren't very interested in starting a relationship with anyone at the moment. Your last boyfriend broke your heart and you got very hurt and boyfriends were the last thing on your mind right now.

"Here I am." You announced, walking inside Erin's office after knocking and before closing the door behind you.

"Great! Okay, so I was thinking maybe we should go there on Friday morning, maybe grab lunch on the way, what do you think?" She asked taking off her glasses and putting them down at her desk.

"Sounds good! I should be done with these reports I have to finish by Thursday, so it's perfect timing."

"Good." She paused to look at you and quickly picked up on the conversation. "Enough about work... have you heard from any of my brothers?" She asked with a knowing smile.

"Oh... With all due respect, Erin - they're a pain! They're very nice and polite and they do know how to make a girl swoon but, I'm just not there right now." You confessed, leaning back as you sat down at the chair in front of her desk.

"They can be very persuasive, yeah... But they did have two great examples so, who can blame them?"

You laughed it off but she didn't give up and continued. She was clearly the person who was enjoying this competition between her brothers the most.

"But you shouldn't give up on love just yet, Y/N."

"I'm not!" You contested in return. "I just... I think it's too soon for me to get envolved in a relationship right now, I'm just not there yet."

"Y/N, you're so young! Now's the time! It's not gonna be when you're over forty like me that you're gonna go on dates every night and find the person who you want to spend the rest of your life with."

"Maybe I'm not meant to find that person. Maybe I'm gonna be a cat lady forever."

"Oh, come on! You don't even have a cat!" She responded with a laugh.

"I could get one!"

At this point the two of you were already laughing non-stop, you talking about the multiple possibilites of being a loner forever and she finding you different futures for you with different men. The choices she presented were hilarious, and, to be honest, so were yours but... you're guess was that that was what your future was gonna be like.

* * *

Later that day, you said goodbye to your best friend Erin before leaving the office and hopped on your car and drove to your small, yet big enough, apartment in Cobble Hill.

As you were walking inside your house, you heard your phone ringing and picked it up quickly, not even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, hi!" You recognized the voice.

"Jamie... hi. What's up?"

"Oh, umm... nothing much, just cooking dinner." How smooth and subtle of him.

"That's great." You commented as you let your purse fall down on the couch and you switched your phone from one hand to the other that was now free and rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"If you don't have anything ready to eat you could always drive by my apartment and grab a bite with me. You know I'd love the company."

"Oh, thanks Jamie, really. But I, umm... I have plans tonight so, no can do." You lied, hoping he'd give up now.

"Oh, you do? Okay, well then we'll just rain check." You could hear the disapointment in his voice and it made you sad, you never liked to disapoint people let alone someone who's been doing so much for you despite you telling him no everytime.

"Right. Thank you for the invitation again."

"You're welcome, have fun!"

"Thanks."

You hung up and dropped the phone on the couch, falling right next to the bag. You took of your coat and your heels, and dropped on the couch as well, picking up the laptop that was on the coffee table. You checked your e-mails and your Facebook and decided to search a good movie on Netflix to watch.

Before the movie started you went to the fridge to get some leftovers from the other day and heated them up, taking them to the couch with you and there you stayed, eating your dinner on the couch while watching a movie. And you liked it, really. You were a very homey type of girl so, this was actually the perfect night for you.

Until a buzz interrupted it.

You grabbed the phone that was still lying next to you and checked the new message you had received. It was from Danny.

"Hey Y/N , whatcha doing? Linda decided she should have the kids this whole week so it's just me tonight. Wanna grab a drink?"

Oh right. You almost forgot! When you first met Danny he did flirt with you a lot, but you never thought he was serious about it because he was still in the process of getting divorced. Apparently he and Linda weren't working out anymore and so both of them decided that the best thing to do was to get a divorce. And he was taken down by it at first, so you never thought he'd actually continue to ask you out after all this time. It's been almost a year... Time for him to quit, right? But he didn't and worse of all, a couple months later after you met him, you met Jamie and he started flirting with you too. So now, you had two Reagan men chasing you and you weren't interested in neither on of them. At least not at the moment.

You groaned while rolling back your eyes and glued them to the screen after, quickly texting him back.

"Sorry, I'm kinda busy tonight. Have fun!"

You tossed the phone to the couch again and continued watching the movie.

* * *

Soon came Friday and you were ready for the little roadtrip you and Erin were about to go on. That meant time alone with her so you could talk about whatever you wanted, which was something that you quite loved to do but never had the chance at the office because privacy was something that lacked in there.

You took your car and picked her up at her apartment and by 10 A.M. , you were already riding.

"So, have you got plans this weekend?" She asked before nudging you on your right arm.

"Nah, I'll probably just stay in."

"Again?!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, taking your eyes off the road to look at her, seeing her laughing.

"It means that this is probably the tenth time I'm asking you if you have plans for the weekend and you're telling me you're staying in"

"What? I like to read, I like to watch the football game, I like to watch a movie or a TV show once in a while..." You answered, justifying yourself for your choices.

"You know who's fifty years older than you and still goes out during weekends? My grandfather!"

"Well, I'm just... different, okay? What's so wrong with that?"

"There is nothing wrong with it." She was saying, now in all honesty. "I just think that maybe you're wasting your youth."

"No, I am not."

"I think you are."

Silence filled the car, but not too long later she was talking again, coming up with a plan.

"I have an idea! This weekend you do have plans." She announced, and noticing the frown in your face she begin the explanation. "You're coming to Sunday dinner with me."

You drifted your eyes from the road again to look at her in shock when you heard her master arrangement.

"No way! You want me to go have dinner with your family, which happens to include the two guys that have been chasing me non-stop for this whole time? There's no way!"

"Come on, Y/N, it's gonna be so funny!"

"For you!" You replied back.

"And for you too! You're gonna meet my daughter and she's eager to meet you and you're gonna meet my father and grandfather - maybe you could learn something from him?" She mocked you as she chuckled at her own words.

"And I'm gonna eat with the two men who've been fighting over me!"

"Oh, you don't have anything to worry about. They're not gonna try anything with Dad and Pop being there, trust me."

"I don't know if I should believe you." You said, now slightly considering actually going.

"Of course you should! Plus, I'm kinda your boss, you should do what I say." Erin joked, earning a laugh from you.

You didn't made your decision right there and told her you'd think about it during the next day, letting her know then if you'd be there or not.

* * *

It was now nearly 5 P.M. and you had just gotten yourself all dressed up and ready to join Erin's family for dinner. You grabbed your bag and your coat and walked out the door, having still a long drive with all this traffic, to Bay Ridge.

After the thirty minutes you spent on the road listening to music to try and relax and making your way through traffic, you finally got to the Reagan house. You saw Erin's car and parked yours next to hers and walked up to the door, ringing the bell before taking a deep breath.

"Oh, here's Y/N!" Henry said with a smile when he opened the door to see you.

You smiled at him back and were just about to greet the oldest Reagan when the busy movement behind him distracted you, not being able to fake your expression of shock when you saw that the brothers were trying to outrun each other to try and be the first to greet you at the door.

"I got here first!" Danny said, pushing Jamie behind him.

Henry turned around and told their grandsons off, telling that was not the way to treat a lady. And it truly wasn't, specially you.

After finally getting the chance to say hi to him, you walked inside the house and took off your coat before thanking Henry for putting it in the wrack.

You turned around and there were Jamie and Danny standing next to each other, each one holding a flower bouquet that you assumed it was for you.

"Hi, boys." You said smiling at them, quickly walking past them to the living room where you could aready hear your best friend talking.

"Wait." Danny said as he moved in front of you and stopped you in your tracks. "These are for you." He handed you the flowers.

"Oh, umm... thanks." You said as you took them and smiled back.

Sometimes you really thought Erin wasn't only your best friend, it was almost like she was your twin sister, like really blood related, because she could, some of the times, actually read your thoughts. And that's what was happening now, when she called Danny to meet her in the living room. Or maybe she knew her brothers all too well and knew that they were probably making you in an awkward position right now, and decided to help you out.

"These are for you, too." Jamie announced with a sad expression and a note of dissapointment in his voice.

"Thanks." You replied shyly as you took the bouquet of red roses from him. Those were actually your favorites.

Out of two of them, if it was an actual competition, Jamie was winning by far. He was sweet, he was caring, he was way cuter and he respected you a little more. He wasn't as pushy as his older brother. Plus you were also closer in age with him than with Danny so therefore, you two had many more things in common, which also made your conversition with him flow more.

You went to the kitchen and poured water in the two glasses you grabbed from the cabinet and put the flowers inside.

When you were done, you walked to the living room to greet everyone else there and not to long after you sat down on the couch, dinner was ready and you moved to the table sitting down in between Erin and her father.

Dinner was going smoothly until Danny decided to crack some jokes that were justice related to try and get your attention but he didn't succeed and it only made a fight start between Erin and him. Then, he decided to start with the other jokes - the inappropriate jokes.

Needless to say that those didn't allow him to succeed either.

"Y/N , hasn't anyone told you you look pretty good after what you experienced?"

"What do you mean?" You asked, naively not understanding what he meant when he said that.

"You know... falling from heaven. Anyone else would've looked like crap but you... you look beautiful. Smoking hot."

Every single person at the table, except for Jamie and you, started laughing. They found this funny. They found this whole joking thing funny.

You were absolutely going to kill Erin tomorrow at work.

You didn't reply and kept eating, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone who was sitting at the table, feeling embarrassed enough.

Then suddenly out of the blue, Jamie started mouthing off, which should be dudley noted, you were so not expecting.

"Maybe you should start trying to find some better jokes. Have you thought that was probably the reason why Linda left? She was probably enough of you're dirty talk to her or to every other girl you stumbled on."

"Have you thought maybe the reason you're still alone after Syndey dumped you is because your lack of action around women. Try and learn something from your brother here."

"Hey, let's keep it civil." Frank advised as he took a sip of his wine.

"I have nothing to learn from you, if I wanna get a girlfriend and keep her around I should do the opposite of that."

"Because that worked out wonderfully with your ex-fiancé."

"What happened between me and her is none of your damn business!" Jamie answered, and you could now tell he was getting a little rilled up when you looked from under your eyes at him.

"But I'm simply giving you advice. And maybe if you tried to work harder and getting that golden shield you've been chasing after for for so long, and actually got it, maybe then your love life would go better than you think."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That no girl is ever going to bet on you if you're still on the beat, but hey, if you can't move up the ladder-"

"What did you say, you jerk?!"

At this point things were crazier than anyone could have ever predicted.

Jamie got up from his seat, Danny got up from his, they were facing each other face to face across the table, Frank got up to try and knock some sense into them... It didn't work. They kept insulting each other, and you were probably seconds away from witnessing an actual physical fight. But they never got to it because Erin got up as well and pulled Jamie back, telling him to sit down.

"That's enough." Frank said, pulling Danny back himself. "Neither of you are sitting down. This was not the way me and your mom raised you, you are behaving like children. So now you will be treated like children and I am ordering you to leave the table. Go sit down and think about what a bad figure you've done for yourselves."

The two brothers obbeyed their father, knowing they really screwed it up this time and went to the couch, sitting down on opposite sides.

* * *

After you all ate dinner and desert, you said goodbye to everyone and grabbed your bag and your coat and walked inside the kitchen to get your flowers. When you walked inisde the room, Frank and Henry were sitting there, each drinking their own glass of scotch.

"I-I'm sorry I just came here to get the bouquets."

"Go ahead." Frank said as he closely looked at your every move, or so it seemed to.

You quickly grabbed them and turned around, apologizing for starting what you started back at the dinner table.

"It was not your fault."

"No... it is." You said. "I should have never accepted coming to dinner when I knew all too well what had been happening."

"You were just accepting an invitation from your friend. They should have behaved themselves."

You smiled in gratitute for their kindness in the middle of this whole situation and waved them a goodbye, walking out the door and getting in your car, as quick as you could, running away from that whole mess.

#jamie reagan #blue bloods #jamie reagan imagines #jamie reagan fanfiction #will estes #cbs #excerpt from a book i'll never write #jamie x reader #jamie reagan x oc

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delerithmoriwen · 7 years

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The bachelor(ette) Party

WARNING SMUT BELOW (My very first :p:p) -------------------------------------------------------------------- “Remind me again why he’s going to be there?” Caroline asked annoyed from the backseat as she pulled her little black dress over her hips. She had come straight from work and had had no time to change. It annoyed her.

“Because, he’s Elijah’s brother and best man. So he’s obligated to be there” Katherine explained from the driver’s seat looking back in the rear mirror.

“Right, remind me again why I have to be there?” Caroline continued her questioning putting her arms through the cap sleeves.

“Because Forbes, you’re my maid of honor and your fine looking ass is required at such occasions! It comes with the job” Katherine continued her explaining, starting to get annoyed at her best friend.

Caroline tried to turn around in the car letting her back face to Bonnie who was in the passenger's seat. “Can you zip me up bon?” She asked in between her following questions. “And why are you having combined bachelor slash Bachelorette parties again?”

“Because, I do not trust Kol to not hire a stripper and i’ll be damned if some human slutbag is going to be prancing around my man in a thong” Katherine said already working herself up over the idea.

“Yeah she’d much rather be doing that herself” Bonnie joked as she zipped Caroline’s dress up

“You know out of all the Bennett witches i’ve been friends with, and trust me I’ve been friends with loads of them...you really are my least favorite Bon,” Katherine half joked giving her friend the evil look.

Caroline grunted under her breath as she redid her hair again looking into the little pocket mirror that came with her blush. She was very much dreading seeing Klaus again. She had hoped she would be able to avoid him till the wedding and then she would be to busy to actually talk with him. The two had not seen each other since their little adventure in the woods now over a decade ago. He had kept his promise to walk away and never come back. And she couldn’t blame him for being around now. It was his older brother's wedding after all.

Over the years Katherine Bonnie and Caroline had become very close friends, finding out that when Katherine wasn’t hopelessly running for her life or trying to protect herself from an imminent death she was actually pretty fun to be around. And remarkable she was is anything a hard core friend. Once you had gotten passed that barrier of snarkiness and attitude she was loyal and she helped the two other girls let loose every now and then. It had also helped that Stefan and Damon hadn’t been around the last decade to mope over her and cause drama.

She had started seeing Elijah again shortly after he had left for New Orleans. Now that Klaus had officially pardoned her the two actually had a chance for their love and Elijah was a good influence on her. By the time they had been dating A year Elijah had proposed 3 times but it wasn’t until two years ago that Katherine had actually said yes to the original brother. She had taken two full years and an extreme amount of money to plan this wedding. Though it would be low in attendance because both of them really weren’t the friend making type it was going to be grand. And Katherina had asked both Bonnie and Caroline as her only real female friend to be her bridesmaids. Caroline had taken on the role of maid of honor and wedding planner. It was fun to basically not have a budget when planning. And all of it was going to go down tomorrow. Two days from now was the big day. Which meant tonight was the big night. Bachelorette party. And because apparently the youngest original brother could not be trusted with the organisation of it Caroline had found herself slipping into her tightest little black dress in the back of Katherine’s car driving up to New Orleans about to be face to face with Klaus Mikaelson for the first time since that day in the woods.

“Oh by the way Care, Stefan texted he and Rebekah are also coming” Bonnie said looking up from her phone.

“Noooooooo!” Caroline butted her head against the headrest of Katherine’s seat.

“Looks like you’re getting an ex fest tonight” Katherine chuckled as she made the turn onto the intersection.

“I’ll give you a million dollars if I don’t have to go!” Caroline sighed as she fixed her hair. She was glad she had curled it very tightly this morning so it fell in loose curls now.

“First of all, you don’t have that kind of money, second of all i’m marrying into the Original family in two days what the hell do I need money for?” Katherine

“You know what you need Care?” Bonnie smiled with a sparkle in her eye pulling her Ipod from her handbag and plugging it into the car's bluetooth system “Roadtrip music, tailored especially to our bride-to-be ”

As soon as the roaring guitars blasted through the speakers all three girls started laughing and jumping around in the car to Joan Jett’s bad reputation. Bonnie had put together the perfect playlist for the girls to rock out on, including songs like black velvet, Highway to hell , girls just wanna have fun and Sex on fire. By the time they arrived in New Orleans at the Mikaelson compound Caroline’s nerves had calmed down and the girls were singing along very loudly with Bon Jovi’s living on a prayer.

They were greeted at the door by Elijah who welcomed the girls kissing Katherine sweetly on the cheek. “Miss Bennett, Miss Forbes welcome” He smiled politely. “I trust your journey was pleasant?”

“ A little too pleasant …” Caroline said back very seriously before all three girls burst out in a fit of laughter.

“Do I want to know?” Elijah asked confused turning to Katherine who simply just nodded for no.

Inside the compound had been decorated for a sophisticated party the courtyard was lit with a million lights all hanging from different heights. A long table was standing at the edge that led to the garden holding hundreds of different bottles of liquor and a tray with martini glasses filled with a bright red cocktail that to Caroline smelled a lot like blood and vodka mixed together. There was music playing from the speakers that hung at every corner of the room. Caroline could make out Stefan and Rebekah standing in the back where Rebekah was fussing over some decorations. On the other end of the room Kol was standing at the table that held the presents picking at the wrapping paper obviously looking for something good. At the bar there was a dark man Caroline had never seen before, he had short black hair and was very muscled and charismatic, he was talking to a blonde woman in her thirties who she overhead that man call Cami. She had never seen the girl before either but from the stories Katherine had told her Caroline assumed them to be Marcel and Camille. A slight wave of dislike flooded through her body for the girl. That surprised her, she had known the woman had had a fling with Klaus but it had never worked out, though at the time she thought it to be fine she now felt a little jealousy towards the blonde woman. Even if she was obviously flirting with the man that was most likely Marcel. The only person she couldn’t see in the room was Klaus and with a relieved sigh she made her way to the present table putting her neatly wrapped square package on it.

“Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite blonde from Mystic Falls” Kol said overly happy when he noticed Caroline.

“Hello Kol” Caroline smiled back politely turning to him.

“So I heard your our fair Katherina’s maid of honor” Kol asked leaning against the table as he offered her a glass of the red cocktail. “Blood-Tini? Made them myself!”

Caroline held up her hand to refuse the drink glad she had fed earlier in the car. “Yes, I am”

“And no date to the wedding….” Kol sighed in mock shock placing his hands on his cheeks.

“Didn’t I hear you died?” Caroline asked slightly annoyed when kol pointed out she was here alone.

“Pish posh darling, all of us have died at least 3 times we always come back!” Kol waved the subject away with a swing of his hand. “Now the way I see it is a dateless maid of honor is entitled to have scandalous wedding sex.”

“Is that so?” Caroline faked her interest scanning the room for a certain someone else still.

“Yes and you have 3 options, first choice, the dateless best man and i’m sure Niklaus would LOVE too-” Kol started.

“Moving on Kol!” Caroline snapped at him.

“Ok second choice...the ex with a date, now if you chose this i’ll distract rebekah and you can just tie Stefan up in one of the guestrooms” Kol explained with far too much hand gestures.

Caroline started to suspect he had been drinking too much already.

“You’d help me steal your sister’s boyfriend?” Caroline asked surprised pointing to the Original sister.

“It’s been awhile since I messed with her” Kol shrugged his shoulders dismissing Caroline's obvious surprise.

“Yeah I don’t think so” Caroline frowned.

“Well that leaves us with the third in final choice when all else fails…” Kol held his glass up too caroline.

“Then what?” Caroline asked starting to find the situation slightly humouring now.

“Your place or mine Forbes?” Kol winked looking far too serious.

“You have about 5 seconds before I tear out your liver brother” a low dark voice said from behind them.

Caroline took a deep breath before turning around. She could feel her stomach turn and her body shiver in response when she saw him. She hard forgotten how ridiculously hot he was. His hair was shorter that the last time she saw him. Cropped short on the sides and the top being slightly longer falling in those messy curls that were so much fun to run her hands through she remembered. His blue eyes sparkling with that naughty boyish charm he carried around with him. And those full lips that Caroline had almost forgotten the taste of.

He was wearing a dark shirt that was unbuttoned only the top two buttons and dark pants, with a perfectly tailored grey costume jacket over it that made the look slightly more formal for the occasion. The way his clothes hung on him and his smell that filled the room almost intoxicated Caroline. It had been a while since she had been with a man and his presence shook her core around the entire room with excitement. Still she had to control herself.

“Right if you two are going to eye fuck each other all night I’m going to go, I see a Bennett witch that is in need of my flirting anyways” Kol said awkwardly before leaving the two of them.

“Hello Caroline” Klaus whispered seductively closing in on her entering her personal bubble.

“Klaus” Caroline said having to swallow as he came closer her voice slightly cracking as her mouth became dry.

“You look ravishing” Klaus continued checking her from bottom to toe in that very tight black dress.

Caroline shook her head trying to snap out of it. “Yeah well don’t get any idea’s” She sassed at him turning her back to walk away.

In a second he was in front of her again using his vampire speed to stop her. “ Come on now love, don’t be like that it’s a wedding after all...lots of stuff happens at weddings” he smirked his eyebrows going up and down.

His hand slowly caressing a stray curl behind her ear. His hand lingered on her cheek just for a second. Caroline felt her knees go weak as he touched her. The memory of when he had last touched her coursing through body straight to between her legs.

“Listen you, I’m here solely for my best friend, so you do your job as best man, i’ll do mine and we don’t even need to be around each other so back off” Caroline scolded him poking him in his chest with her finger her face red from being so flustered by him.

She turned around and made her way to the liquor table hearing Klaus chuckle behind her.

As the party progressed the music became louder. Caroline had spend half the night drinking A LOT and dancing with Bonnie who was obviously avoiding Kol. Though Klaus hadn’t bothered of even talked to her again the rest of the night she could feel his eyes burning on her the entire time and as much as she tried to ignore it or lose herself in her dancing she couldn’t shake the effect he had on her.

She had only had one more awkward moment when Stefan had come to talk to her. Though they had ended their short lived relationship during the period they both had their humanities off on good terms she hadn’t really spoken to him since Katherine had informed her had rekindled his romance with Rebekah. And Stefan wouldn’t be Stefan if he didn’t come talk and apologize excessively to Caroline for it, explained exactly what and why it happened. Honestly by the time he had the courage to actually talk to her she was to drunk to pretend she was interested and very happy when a jealous Rebekah came to pluck away her boyfriend from Caroline.

She had spend the next hour or so trying to engage in a conversation with Marcel and Camille. She had liked Marcel just fine finding him likeable and funny. However she couldn’t bring herself to like Camille to no fault of the girl. She just kept thinking about her draping herself over Klaus and resisting the urge to maybe accidentally trip her. She was glad when around 3AM the girl claimed to be tired and wanted to go home.

The party seemed to die down a little when people started to leave one by one. Some of Elijah’s friends, Marcel and Camille and even Rebekah and Stefan had called it a night. In the end it was Her, Katherine, Bonnie, Elijah, Kol and Klaus that were left cleaning up the empty bottles.

It was then that Kol suggested the worst possible idea ever.

“WHO WANTS TO PLAY STRIPPOKER!!!” He screamed standing from a table.

“Oh god no!” Bonnie sighed annoyed burying her head in her hands.

“Kol would you get down from there” Elijah said trying to pull Kol down from the table.

“Oh for heaven’s sake ‘Lijah, you didn’t let me hire a stripper, you didn’t let me have topless dancers in cages, It’s your Bachelor party, I wanna see some boobies!!” Kol whined!

“Nobody is interested in playing Strip poker with you Kol” Elijah sighed annoyed.

“I’ll play” Katherine smirked taking a chair and setting herself at the table.

“Marvelous!” Kol smiled jumping off the table and grabbing a bottle. “Oi Bonnie-lass we’re playing strip poker get your fanny at the table” The man was obviously drunk beyond repair.

Bonnie just shrugged and placed herself at the table.

“I will definitely not be engaging in this” Elijah stated sternly.

“Hey you are playing, if i’m not seeing some original dick tonight you’re not getting any either!” Katherine said swaying her glass back and forth.

“I’ll go get the cards” Elijah muttered leaving the room.

“How about you Forbes?” Katherine asked Caroline who was getting more and more frustrated by the way Klaus was looking at her.

He was daring her.

“Sure” Caroline said giving Klaus a cocky look feeling very good about herself when she was the surprised look on his face.

“Nik?” Kol asked looking at his older brother with puppy eyes.

“Absolutely not!” Klaus grinned emptying his glass. “I will not degrade myself to something as futile as strip poker thank you”

“Why?” Caroline asked giving him an arrogant smirk. “You chicken?”

“Ooooooh” The rest of the party whispered in anticipation to Klaus’ response.

Klaus looked Caroline back in her eyes glaring into them for dominance, before he took a place on the table. “Deal the damn cards Kol” He said never letting go of her gaze.

Looking back Caroline could pinpoint the moment it had all gone wrong. She had been drinking far too much and her inhibitions had been severely lowered. Nevertheless she was playing a pretty good game if you compared her to the others. Only Elijah had managed to only take off his shoes and socks which was funny enough as it was. Bonnie was next who had kept her shirt on but lost her pants leaving her in her underpants. Klaus had been reduced to sitting topless and shoeless but keeping his pants on. Katherine was sitting in her underwear which Caroline suspected she may have lost a few rounds on purpose just to mess with Elijah and finally Kol had been reduced to wearing a sock around his private parts which everybody wondered why he had had a sock on in the first place.

Caroline had a good hand on her but she had to play smart, subtly raising the pot as high as she could. She could feel Klaus eying her and she bit her lip seductively hoping to get a reaction out of him. She would consider it a personal victory if she got him out of his pants during this game.

At the turn her cards were becoming better and better. Elijah and Bonnie had already folded, if she wanted to win this one now she had to go big.

“Raise” Caroline said trying to keep a straight face as she put chips in the pot.

“I fold” Katherine said throwing her hand out on the table.

Both Klaus and Kol had called her thinking she was bluffing. Perfect, she had them right where she wanted them.

As the fourth and fifth card fell Caroline could hardly contain her grin. She had a full house in her hand her best hand of the night so far.

“All in” She said wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

Kol threw his hand at the table. “Nope not worth losing the sock over” he sighed.

“How about you?” Caroline dared klaus.

“Alright sweetheart i’ll play” Klaus grinned back putting all his chips on the table.”What you got”

“Are we in the woods? because you my friend are about to lose your pants! Full house! Read em and weep, unbuckle that belt mister...or would you like me to do it for you?” Caroline said the alcohol loosening her tongue.

The table had gone silent, even though most of them were also drunk off their asses they were shocked at the way Caroline was heckling klaus and still he took it with a smile. Caroline was gloating over her victory when Klaus chuckled.

“Not so fast love” He smiled laying down his cards revealing 4 sixes. “Four of a kind tops full house”

Caroline’s mouth fell open in shock she was so sure she had him.

“I do believe it’s time for you to take that dress off now….Or would you like me to do it for you?” Klaus said smugly repeating her words.

The rest of the party oooohed again as Klaus heckled Caroline right back. The blonde however refused to give in to his teasing.

“Fine” She said smugly standing up from her chair “Kol could you unzip me please?”

“With pleasure!” Kol jumped up from his chairs pulling the zipper of Caroline’s dress down a little too harshly.

Caroline pulled the shoulders of her dress down shimmied slightly until it full on the floor revealing her black lace bra and matching panties. Klaus could feel an upcoming erection stir in his pants as he gawked at his blonde godess. And looking back that had been the moment things had taken a turn for the worse.

The gang had ended up drinking so much that by the time Kol had finally lost his sock and was forced to walk away completely naked they had given up on the game all together. Klaus had just put his shirt back on letting it hang over his body unbuttoned. He watched as Caroline pulled her dress back up struggling with the zipper. In a flash he was standing behind her placing on of his hands on her hip and zipping up her dress with the other. His face was so close in her neck it was causing goosebumps to appear all over her body this had been the moment she wanted to avoid.

“I loved you in the dress sweetheart but seeing you just now I loved you even more out of it” He whispered seductively into her ear.

Caroline could feel her knees buckle at the sound of his voice. She prayed for somebody to come and save her from the situation but Bonnie was long gone and Katherine seemed preoccupied with licking Elijah’s face. She had to face him on her own now.

“Let’s get one thing straight here buddy …..nothing is going to happen ok” She turned around facing him as she poked his chest with her finger.”I’m over it so back off”

“Are you Caroline?” Klaus said closing the gap between them again making her step into the wall behind her. He put his hand on the wall leaning into her enjoying the flustered blush that was forming on her face. “Because I can feel your knees buckle sweetheart, I can hear your heart racing, I’ve been watching you all night and I know you enjoyed it. You’ve been teasing me daring me to make my move on you. You want me to chase you!” Klaus whispered into her ear letting his lips rest just below her ears.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” Caroline stuttered trying to stay focused but her alcohol intake and her blood boiling in her loins for him didn’t help.

“You’re a horrible liar Caroline, I can smell your arousal on you” Klaus whispered letting a hand dwell over her thighs.

His touch made Caroline nearly orgasm right there on the spot. It really had been too long for her. With her last bit of strength she got out from under his hold on her and walked away muttering that she had to go now.

Klaus chuckled, it was so easy to make her uncomfortable, he decided not to go after her. He had fun chasing her, the hunt was half the fun of their relationship and he had a whole wedding reception later this week to drive her insane with lust for him. The compound had emptied during their little conversation and Klaus found his way to his bedroom, he was drunk and the best thing to do was sleep it off and start with a fresh head tomorrow.

Once in his bedroom Klaus took off his clothes and made way for the shower hoping the water would sober him up a bit. He turned on the water letting soak him completely. His erection had not yet fully disappeared yet. The memory of Caroline in that tiny black lace bra and underwear was enough to arouse any man who laid eyes upon her. But he would make sure that he was the only one to take her out of those as well. Her remembered their day in the woods. The way he had made her moan and scream under his touch. He had always taken pride in his skills as a lover but never before had he wanted to make a woman squirm so much as her. He wanted her to scream his name, he wanted her to be his and in return he wanted to be hers as well. He pictured sucking on her nipples and kissing his way down. Remembered her taste and how she would suck in the air around her as he touched every sensitive spot.

A loud and obnoxious knocking on the door woke him from his memory. Klaus grabbed a towel drying his hair only slightly and then wrapping it around his waist. Who dared disturb him at this time of the night. With a little too much strength he pulled open the door ready to scold this very rude person when he noticed Caroline standing in the frame leaning against it and a bottle in her hand.

“You’re such an asshole!” She said a little too loud.

“Excuse me love?” Klaus chuckled tilting his head a little bit as he looked at her. She was obviously very drunk right now.

“I was perfectly happy! I was fine having a mediocre sexlife and then you come along and you say all those things about me and you start touching me and making me so horny and you can’t do that ok! You are not allowed to do that!!” She put the bottle on the little table next to the door.

“Well I’m sorry for turning you on so much.” Klaus laughed giving her a signature boyish grin showing off his dimples.

“Well you should be, cause all I can think about now is how much I wanna fuck your brains out...so let’s go.” Caroline barked at him as she grabbed his hand and walked into his room.

“I'm sorry?” Klaus suddenly asked a little confused as she walked into his room.

“We are going to have sex Klaus Mikaelson, we both know it’s going to happen this weekend so we might as well get it over with.” She explained.

“As you wish love.” Klaus said in a seductive voice, pinning her against his wall before crashing his lips onto her.

Caroline felt the wind being knocked out of her as soon as he pushed her against the wall. His lips being pressed against hers. His tongue was fighting for entrance into her mouth as his hands were holding hers up by the wrist. She moaned into his mouth, her body shivering under his touch she had so sorely craved the entire evening.

He was taking full control over her and she loved it.

Klaus lowered one of his hands keeping the other one gripping tightly on her wrist and let it roam her body starting at her hips before slowly, nearly teasingly running it up her stomach to cup one of her breasts. The desperate sighs puffing hotly from her lips only egged him on more. He moved his kisses from her lips to her neck sucking lightly on the piece of skin just under her ear where he remembered she was the most sensitive. He could feel her shivering as he ran a thumb over her nipple through the fabric of her dress. That dress needed to come off… NOW!

He released her from his grip only to pull her closer into his body his hands dwelling over her back in search of the zipper of her dress as he focused his attention on her lips again kissing her and sucking on her lower lip. In one swift movement the zipper was down and he pulled her dress off, revealing that ridiculously sexy bra that held her breasts. Placing his hands firmly on her hips, he lifted her up from the ground as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Caroline let her hands dwell from his neck over his hairline into the back of his head tugging at his curl, forcing his head back to run the tip of her tongue slowly up his neck and placing hot wet kisses back down. She could feel him lifting her up against the wall of his bedroom again. The towel that had been draped around his lean waist had fallen to the ground from his hips bucking against her, letting her feel his erection against her abdomen pressing hard.

Klaus used his free hands to caress up her sides, pulling the cups of her bra down revealing her voluptuous breasts. He placed his lips around her pebbled nipple letting his tongue twirl around it as her grasp on his head tightened as she moaned in pleasure. The fact that she was already whimpering his name and he hadn’t even started yet caused a smirk to grow on his lips. As his tongue focussed its attention on her other nipple he let his hands roam over her back again unhooking her bra before tossing it to the side of the room. He stumbled the both of them across the room still carrying her around his hips before the both of them fell on the bed he fell on top of her their lips meeting again kissing eagerly sharing hot feverish kisses as his hand roamed downwards, the tips of his fingers exploring the edge of her lace panties.

Caroline arched her back purposely forcing his hand further down her underwear aching for the pleasure he was going to bring her. She could feel him grin at her eagerness into the kiss, her hands in the back of his neck fighting for dominance over the kiss. As Klaus let his fingers run slowly over the slit of her core she gasped pressing her nails into his back hard, leaving red scratch marks.

“Klaus don’t tease!” She moaned into his ear nearly begging him to touch her more.

He chuckled again, loving the idea of her being completely at his mercy, before his thumb stopped around her sensitive nub, pressing it ever so slightly.

Caroline let out a held back “Aaah!” her hips bucking wildly against his hand as he rubbed her slowly kissing her neck, working his way to her shoulders and collarbone. He kissed her chest slowly, one kiss every inch or so down excruciatingly slow just above and under her belly button. Caroline had her hands in his hair again forcing him down on her faster.

He could smell her arousal and felt very anxious to taste her again. When he had finally reached his destination it took only a second before his lips only barely parted from her, letting his hot breath caress her center before letting his tongue explore her.

Caroline nearly screamed when she felt his tongue on her, her body was tensing already close to orgasm from his teasing. She needed him now even more then she had ever before. She could feel his tongue enter her as his fingers still worked her nub now more eagerly, her body spasming underneath him. She was close.

“Klaus I’m gonna-AAAH” She didn’t even get the time to finish her sentence as her orgasm took over. Her body shaking from its release she shot up from the bed before crashing back down letting out a deep sigh of contentment.

Klaus didn’t give her a moment to recover as soon as her body arched he placed himself in front of her thrusting himself into her core in one smooth and rather harsh movement. She let out a surprised gasp only for a second before crashing her lips back onto his as he thrusted inside of her slowly, agonisingly. She bit his lip hard drawing his blood only slightly and sucking it. Releasing him, the veins under her eyes darkened and she let out a growling hiss of lust and passion turning the both of them around and pressing him into the bed so she was on top of him.

Caroline moved her body so she was riding him now her hands placed firmly on his chest. His hands lingering on her ass squeezing it hard and meeting her movements with his hips. Klaus moaned loudly, he hadn’t forgotten what it was like with her but the memory didn’t do the actual experience justice. As she picked up her pace riding him faster he sat up moving his hands from her ass to her back slowly keeping her into place. She threw her lips in his neck again kissing and nibbling on it as he rocked them back and forth.

She moaned loudly as he started hitting the little sweet spot inside of her over and over again not giving her a second to recover herself. She was lost in pure passion and pleasure, she started to bite into his neck harder. She craved more of him. She kissed him again before looking into his eyes asking for permission. WIthout a word he understood what she wanted and gave her a slight nod. The dark veins emerged under her eyes again, her fangs popping out. With another low groan she threw her head into his neck piercing his skin to revel in the sweet taste of his blood. As soon as she bit him Klaus felt his body tense into hers. He cried out her name and when she released him he looked at her gorgeous face his blood now dripping from mouth in a single drop. He kissed her again and he could feel her walls clenching. She was close to her second orgasm. He let his tongue swirl over her neck as she moaned and begged for more. Until finally the familiar spasming of her body announced her second orgasm. As soon as she tightened around him he was taken over by his own orgasm, releasing himself inside of her. He trusted inside of her a few more times before the both of them fell back on the bed panting heavily not saying a word.

After a few minutes the both of them seemed to have catched their breaths and Klaus broke the silence.

“Did that quench your lust sweetheart?” He grinned looking at her with a wicked smile.

“That was brilliant” She smiled placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Finally the exhaustion of her drunk fueled mind took over and she felt herself fall into a deep comfortable sleep.

When Caroline woke up the next morning she could feel her head throbbing with an obvious hangover. She took a second to take in her surroundings not recognising the room she was in before she realised a strong muscled arm around her waist. Her head snugly resting upon the chest of Klaus Mikaelson. The memories of last night flooding back to her. She mouthed a soundless fuck as she remembered her actions of the last night she had so promised herself this wasn’t going to happen. But man had it been good. However she did not want to deal with the obvious consequences when he woke up. She had finally gotten to a state where she had pushed the memory of him to the background and didn’t want to open that can of worms again. So as silently as she could she wiggled out from under his embrace and got dressed.

With her heels in her hands she made her way to the door preparing herself for her walk of shame, hoping and praying he wouldn’t wake up before she had left. Slowly she turned the doorknob and opened the door walking out on the tip of her toes. She let out a relieved sigh when she closed the door behind her thinking she had averted morning after awkwardness.

“Caroline?” A voice behind her asked in shock.

Panic overcame her as she turned around to face the voice that called out to her.

“Bonnie?” She asked as she noticed her best friend walking out of the room little down the hall also holding her shoes in her hand.

“What are you doing walking out of Klaus’ room?” She asked the blond.

“I erhm… I was…. Wait….what are you doing walking out of Kol’s room?” Caroline suddenly realised both girls were basically doing the same thing.

“I erhm...I was…..” The girl stuttered realising that if she caught her friend she had also been caught herself. “I won’t tell if you won’t” She finally opted.

“Deal!” Caroline mouthed as both girls walked out of the compound in silence. FF: Link https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12395780/3/The-realisation-Caroline-Forbes

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