#while her parents are on this dumb golf trip

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book runs based on tv shows are usually mediocre at best, like star trek, torchwood, doctor who, etc etc, but i would give anything to get a book run of the BBC Ghosts hotel i need to know what shenanigans those guys get up to in there

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The Angel Next Door - Chapter 2

8:15 am…

“Good morning. Sleep well?” My mom is way too chipper in the morning.

“Yeah. I guess.”

“Wow. Very detailed answer.”

“What? Do you want me to tell you how I drooled on my pillow and rolled off the bed twice?”

“Actually, kinda.”

“You’re weird.”

“What’s up slugger?” Dave walks in.

“Nothin’.”

“Wow babe, you’re kid’s quite the wordsmith.” I’m about to respond in a not-so-nice way, but I hold it back.

“When’s the pool gonna be ready?”

“It’ll be a few weeks.” My mom hands me a glass of orange juice.

“Thanks.” I start walking away.

“Hey! No food or drinks upstairs.” I turn to face Dave, really tempted to throw the OJ in his face.

“So no water? What about vitamins? Technically they’re food.”

“Haha, smart aleck.” He turns away from me and I flip him off.

My mom gives me a look that says “stop it!” and I just turn away, leaving my OJ on the nearest table.

When I get to my room I am very tempted to slam the door, but somehow manage to not do so. I open my window and just step out onto the deck to get some fresh air for the moment. And yet again there’s Asher. He seems to be playing some video games. So I reach into my room, grab a sock, ball it up, and throw it at his window. And he doesn’t notice. Son of a bitch. So I grab a pen and throw it. This time he notices and walks over to his window.

“What you doing?”

“Just playing some Madden.”

“Sounds fun.” I stand up, run across the roof, and jump across the gap between our roofs, landing directly in front of him.

“Shit! Dude!” He looks freaked out and I just start laughing.

“It’s all good. Now, are you gonna let me in and get destroyed in Madden? Or are we gonna just stand here like some weirdos from a 90s rom-com?”

“You’re crazy.” He steps back to let me in.

“I take that as a compliment.”

“You shouldn’t.”

I sit on his bed while he grabs another controller.

“I can’t believe you’re even awake right now. Did you even sleep?”

“I don’t sleep much.”

“So you’re super athletic and don’t sleep. Are you sure you’re not Spiderman?”

“Nope. Just a retired gymnast.”

“Gymnast?”

“What? You didn’t get gymnast off me?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.”

“How are you already retired?”

“Well I guess retired isn’t the right word. Just the one my mom uses.” I spot a photo on Asher’s desk and walk over. “It’s more that I got sick of it and left.” The photo is of him and what I’m assuming are his mom, dad, and younger brother and sister. “This your fam?”

“Yeah. From our trip to the Bahamas last summer.”

“Looks fun.”

“You’re parents seem nice. Saw them unpacking yesterday.”

“Dave’s not my dad.” I make sure to emphasize that.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No problem. Most people assume that.” I sit back down next to him. “My dad’s out of the picture now. Dave’s the evil stepfather.”

“Sorry.”

“He’s just the stereotypical evil step-parent. It’s actually his fault that we moved here. Some business opportunity or whatever.”

“That sucks. I’m sorry about that.”

“You say sorry a lot.”

“Sor… Oops.” We both laugh.

“Now can we just play or are you scared of losing?”

“What? You’re the one that started talking about Dave.”

“Oh shut up!” I shove him and he shoves me back as we laugh.

“That was just dumb luck.” I stand up, throwing the controller on the bed.

“Dumb luck? 12 times in a row?”

“Oh fuck you.” Asher laughs. “Let’s do something else. Go out or something.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Out.”

“You sound like my mom.”

“I haven’t met her, but I’m assuming she’s amazing.”

“Eww.”

“Let’s go.”

“Wait. Let me at least tell my parents.”

“Fine. Come on.” I open his bedroom door and standing right there is his mom.

She smiles at me, looking very confused.

“Hi. I’m Spencer.”

“Hey.” She looks very confused, but luckily Asher comes walking up.

“He’s the new neighbor.”

“Oh! Really good to meet you. I was planning on dropping by to say hi to your parents later.”

“Oh, they’d love that.”

“I didn’t even hear you come in earlier.”

“Oh… yeah… I’m very quiet.” Asher and I share a funny look.

“Well, Spencer and I were just about to go out. Can I borrow the car?”

“Sure. Where are you guys going?”

“Oh… um…” Asher is nervous and part of me doesn’t want to save him.

“He’s going to show me around town.”

“That’s nice. You guys have fun.”

Asher and I run out to the car.

“Do you need to go and get shoes? Maybe tell your mom and Dave that you’re going out?”

I look to the house for a second.

“Nah.” I jump into the car and I just see Asher smirk at that.

“Is he really that bad?” He asks as he drives out of the driveway.

“Worse. But everyone loves him. He’s only awful to me, and never in public.”

“Like… is he…”

“No. He’s not physical. He wouldn’t even dare. I would knock him out with one hit and he knows it.”

“Damn.”

“Let’s move on to something else.”

“Like what?”

“Tell me a summary of your life… in 60 seconds.”

“Oh…”

“Begin!”

“Shit! My name is Asher Angel…”

“Angel?”

“Shh. Since I was a kid I’ve been very into acting and singing. Got my first big gig at the age of six. From there on I’ve done a lot of plays and then a few small gigs before getting a major role on Disney Channel’s Andi Mack. I’ve released multiple albums. Then I got the role as Billy Batson in Shazam.”

“Five seconds.”

“Oh, and I love Top Golf, basketball, and my sibling’s names are Avi and London.” I just look over at him, unable to speak. “You good?”

“Um… describe good.” We both laugh. “Well, now I feel ridiculous. How did I not recognize you? I’ve seen Shazam!”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I liked it a lot too.” Asher can’t help but laugh. “Well, now I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.”

“And now my life story feels pathetic.”

“I doubt it. No way your life could be boring. The first time I saw you you were sneaking off your roof.”

“ It’s fine. Let’s move on.”

“Come on. I won’t judge.”

“Wait! Stop here!” I point to our left.

“What? The playground?”

“What? It’s empty.” He pulls over and I quickly get out of the car.

I rush over to the bars. I jump on them and just start swinging around.

“You’re crazy.”

“Come on. Who says a playground is just for kids?”

“Everyone.”

“Well, kids can’t do this.”

I know this isn’t the safest, but at this point, I don’t care. So I push with all my force and spin around the pole. I spin a few more times before letting go and doing a simple under swing dismount.

“Shit!” Asher starts clapping.

“Thank you. Thank you.” I bow to him.

“I think it’s so cool that you can do that.”

“It is pretty cool, isn’t it? Bars aren’t really my thing though. I’m more of a floor guy.”

“Floor guy? That sounds a bit gross.” We both laugh.

“Eww.” I step back and quick front handspring.

“Shit. Can you do the splits?”

“Of course. But not in these pants.”

“So why’d you quit? You’re so good.”

“Swings!” I run to the swings.

“You’re really good at avoiding things. You know that, right?” Asher sits on the swing next to me.

“I know. You got a girlfriend?”

“Wow. What a transition there!”

“And?”

“No. I don’t have a girlfriend. Well, I did, but we broke up a few months ago.”

“Bummer.”

“And you? You leave a girl behind?”

“Oh god no. But I’ve had a few boyfriends. Not a recent one though.”

“Oh... “ I love seeing people’s faces when they realize I’m gay. “Sorry I assumed.”

“It’s fine. Most people do.”

“So you’re out?”

“Yeah. For two years now.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, are your parents fine with it?”

I sit there for a second and just stare forward. Part of me just wants to run, but I’m honestly just too tired to keep running.

“Well, my mom was fine with it. She told me she knew for a long time.” I feel my heart racing, thinking about all of this. “As for my dad…” I literally begin feeling my chest moving at a dangerous speed.

“You okay?”

“Not really.” I find my eyes tearing up, but then I just laugh.

“You sure.”

“Not really.” I laugh again. “When I was six my parents divorced. And I was given the choice of who I wanted to live with. I choose my dad.”

“Oh…” I can tell he’s intrigued like it’s a telenovela… and it is.

“So I lived with him. But I still saw my mom every weekend. We were close. But I was much closer with my dad.”

“That’s nice.” I can’t help but laugh at that and he just looks at me confused.

“Two years ago I came out to my parents. My dad couldn’t handle it. He kicked me out. I didn’t even get to pack. My mom picked me up and she had to pack all my stuff.”

“Damn. I’m sorry.” It is a struggle to not let my tears out right now.

“It’s all good.”

“Have you talked to him at all?”

“Nope. Haven’t heard a single word from him for two years now.”

“I can’t imagine that.”

“It’s fine. I’ve moved on.”

“There’s no moving on from that.” And then I snap, tears slowly falling down my face.

“God I wish I had my flask right now.” Asher and I both laugh a little. “Ugh, I hate this.” I wipe my tears.

“It’s not a bad thing to cry.”

“I know…”

“Really. Emotions aren’t a bad thing. If you ever need to talk about anything just jump on over.”

“Thanks…” I look at him. “Are you sure you’re straight?” I laugh, but I notice he doesn’t.

“Wanna go get some ice cream?”

“Look who’s avoiding things now?” We both laugh. “Come on. Ice cream sounds perfect.”

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Built to Last - Chapter 1

Amity hadn't dreamed to spend her summer like this. She had just graduated from a prestigious private school and had hoped she could escape to her own little adventure until her scholarship at the college starts, but instead, her parents decide to pimp up her résumé and make her a supervisor at their newest little project, a mansion in the middle of nature. She would rather be anywhere else, yet as she meets Luz Noceda, she finds construction work very interesting, all of a sudden. And that's totally not due to the fact that Luz is all her gay dreams coming true.

Heya people! I'm back with a new story!

One of my bigger projects at the moment and one of the reasons why I haven't been uploading for over a month xD I started working in my new job! Also got my first paycheck already! And I've been writing A LOT ever since the start of September! So yeah, this is kind of inspired by my work and I've written quite a bit for this already. It's basically just Luz being hot, Amity being gay, and a lot of mad blushes x)

Ao3 / FF.net

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As Amity’s car came to a stop, she sighed, before pulling the handbrake and looking up to the mansion that was standing in front of her.

Or rather, the structural work she could see. While the shape of the mansion was already erected, with the base and all the walls out of sturdy concrete standing, there was still a lot to do.

Her parents had decided to build a giant new mansion in the middle of a huge land they had purchased, full of forest and beautiful scenery, and it was on her to oversee the construction.

It wasn’t that Amity had any idea how construction worked.

Her parents were on a business trip, like almost all her life long, and her siblings were in the middle of their studies, and focusing on this was of the utmost importance in the Blight household.

Amity was twenty now and had just graduated from an expensive private school her parents had sent her to, to enable a scholarship at a very renowned university.

So, essentially, her summer had been meant to be free and be spent by maybe relaxing for once, maybe even traveling a little, but since her mother detested holes in her résumé, she had to be kept busy somehow.

This meant that her position in overseeing the progress on their new mansion project was registered as “construction project management” and she was required to at least show up once a day and stay for a few hours.

She knew exactly what her parents' plan was.

They believed workers worked twice as fast and neatly when the customer was standing right behind them and monitoring their progress personally.

In short, her parents believed in intimidation.

It really wasn’t Amity’s style to be a fearmonger and do nothing more than to annoy the workers and create tension in their workspace. It was an issue of trust, that Amity had in the companies her parents had hired, but her parents didn’t and she couldn’t understand why.

After years of being monitored down to the littlest detail, she knew out of experience that someone breathing down her neck wasn’t something that helped along with productivity, quality, or speed.

But her parents had put her name on the project, it was all over everyone’s plans and she was an official member of the board overseeing this construction.

It wasn’t mandatory for her to show up to the site in her job description, nor was it mandatory for her to oversee any progress. But her parents had made sure to let her know what they expected of her before they had left. Amity hated that she was so intimidated by her parents to fulfill their wishes even if they weren’t here, even if she wasn’t sure if they were still on the same continent, but she was and so she had driven up here every single day and seen the mansion be built up completely in a matter of a month. Well, construction had already started when she had still been in school, so she hadn’t seen all of it.

Her parents had done that, of course.

Sighing, she got out of the car and headed up to the mansion, located on a little hill, towering above the giant property. It was a holiday getaway, her parents had insisted, even if she believed it was more to house some high-ranking guests, maybe some politicians her parents paid, to get in their good graces.

She mostly had that theory because she couldn’t remember the last time her parents had taken a genuine break from their work. Granted, sometimes they traveled to some holiday homes or some luxury hotels, but even these were sprinkled by meeting someone, having a friendly round of golf to discuss business and such things.

Her parents never acted without their business in the back of their heads.

Shaking her head, Amity freed her thoughts of her parents. She didn’t want to think of them. Coming in a few months she would move far away from them, actually near where they were building this mansion right now, and start her studies. And then she would only have to deal with them whenever they cooked up another business thing and roped Amity in, or at family holidays to keep the illusion of a happy family. She was just glad her siblings would be there with her.

Today, the interior design team would start.

The structural work was done, as far as it went, as were all the systems in place like heating, water, and gas.

Now, they had commissioned a fairly small local company building luxury interiors to do all the decorating in the entire house with floors, walls, ceilings, doing all the interior design of the sanitary rooms and kitchen, as well as all built-in furniture and whatever else Amity could think of.

It wasn’t that Amity knew what was necessary for the installation of everything, but she had self-taught quite a lot of theory through videos online due to a personal interest of hers and at least had an idea of what they were talking about.

Not that she let them in on that.

Whenever she had been there overseeing construction of the structural work, she had done her best to make herself appear as clueless as she could without sounding dumb, so they would be able to relax a little more.

If someone was looking over your shoulder who had no idea what you were doing anyway, it’d always feel more relaxed.

She hoped to at least relieve some of the intended intimidation meant by her parents.

Approaching the estate, she already saw some of her colleagues looking in her direction, some of the actual project managers, and a new site manager that she didn’t know yet. She had long black hair and a relatively tall statue, as well as a rigid posture. She was wearing a suit, too.

Did someone tell her Amity was coming?

If so, and she had decided to wear a suit just for her, that’d be embarrassing.

She appeared to acknowledge her arrival but turned back to another site engineer that Amity hadn’t had the pleasure of being introduced to yet. She looked very similar to the other one, only that her hair was really long, gray, and in a rather messy ponytail.

She also wore work pants and a simple shirt with the name of the company printed on the back and, smaller, on the chest. Amity immediately recognized the symbol on the woman’s chest as the one printed on the van next to them as well, which was a stylized owl, and read Clawthorne Sisters beneath it.

Amity had been excited for them to arrive. Now that the concrete was in place, all the drywall installations were finished and all the necessary cables and pipes were installed, the interesting part would begin. Making everything look like a home, instead of a palace of concrete and ugly pipes.

Or, well…

A house. Make it look like a house, instead of a skeleton. This mansion would never become home to anybody.

Finally arriving at the front door, Amity greeted all the project managers, engineers, and architects she already knew, who didn’t show up every day but had only come here to oversee the start of the interior design, before turning to the tall woman with a clipboard and strikingly green eyes.

“Good morning, my name is Amity Blight.”, she started and held out a hand to the woman, whose eyebrows shot up at the mention of her last name. Apparently, nobody had told her that she would be coming and Amity felt relief flooding her veins when she realized that this site manager had not dressed up for her.

“Lilith Clawthorne, it’s my pleasure.”, she greeted back and they shook hands, before she turned to the other, an equally tall woman next to her.

“This is Edalyn Clawthorne, site engineer and master mechanic of our company. You may direct any questions you have about plans, time management and schedules at me, and any technical questions at her.”, Amity nodded to that and shook the other woman’s hand as well. They seemed to be the sisters after which the company was named.

“Alright, good to know.”, she said but didn’t continue any further, so she just listened to the project managers talk for a while, before looking around and finding the master mechanic missing.

The site manager seemed to notice this.

“If you like, Miss Blight, we can head inside and oversee the progress since this morning.”

To that, Amity nodded, although a feeling of dread pooled in her stomach.

This meant producing the stress her parents wanted. They had explicitly instructed the project managers to inform their workers not to address them or interrupt their tour in any way.

In Amity’s experience, this had always resulted in tensions.

But Ms. Clawthorne was already heading inside and everyone else stepped back to let Amity in first, so she followed.

Just after the door, they each took a helmet from a prepared stand and put it on, since there would be overhead installation going on and the Clawthorne Sisters company had insisted on everyone, without exception, to wear a helmet. That had just made them all the more attractive to Amity, while she already held them in high regard judging from their portfolio and versatility in interior design and luxury decorations.

As expected, the conversations between some workers installing a floor in the entrance area quickly died out and they hunched over, focusing on their task ahead. They stopped as Ms. Clawthorne began explaining how these natural floorboards would be imported for them, ground and finished to feel natural yet soft, while Amity began looking around.

There were a lot of new faces around here since the Clawthorne Sisters had brought all their workers and replaced the construction crew almost completely, safe for a few left-over workers who cleaned up the last of their work and deconstructed some equipment they had used.

Amity mostly noted how young most of them were.

The entrance area was manned by two boys, maybe even younger than her, who were doing some of the easier tasks, managing wires to be hidden by the floorboards by tying them together and treating some sealed pipes. Down the hallway she saw a girl, around her age, managing some wires in the walls and making sure everything was neat and orderly for the wall decorations to be installed on top.

Taking a few steps away from the planning team, she peeked into the main lobby and saw three more people, two boys, and a girl, rearranging some supplies and equipment they had brought to be stashed in the wide space and not be in anyone’s way, looking just a bit older than her.

“Huh…”, she felt herself mumbling, before turning back and feeling all eyes on her as she returned to the group, immediately feeling a blush rising.

“Is everything to your expectations, Miss Blight?”, Ms. Clawthorne asked and she was quick to nod.

“Oh, yes, everything is alright!”, she was quick to assure, but the piercing eyes of the site manager quickly realized there was a question forming, so Amity seized the opportunity, “Just… I’ve seen a lot of workers my age. Do you usually employ younger workers?” To her surprise, Ms. Clawthorne smiled at that, something she hadn’t expected to see today when she had seen the slight scowl she always seemed to wear on her lips.

“We’ve had a few workers leaving the company for their retirement lately, and my sister and I strongly agree to encourage and support the younger generations to get an education in handicrafts. We have assembled a strong team of young employees and trainees for our company and they’ve proven to be very reliable, you can be assured.”

Amity nodded at that and quickly jumped in to reassure that her question wasn’t meant as a critique or concern.

“Oh, I wasn’t worrying! I think that’s very progressive.”, she quickly said and earned a nod from Ms. Clawthorne, giving her the feeling that she had just risen in her respect before the group continued walking through the mansion. Ms. Clawthorne pointed out a few things, explained some others, and they gradually lost more and more project managers and architects to discuss plans in more detail, until just Ms. Clawthorne and Amity were left to walk through the upper level, talking about some decoration elements that would be installed up here in the master bedroom, their conversation having turned rather relaxed and almost amicable after they left all the workers and other project planners behind and had some time to get to know each other better.

Until someone came stomping up the stairs rather loudly.

Ms. Clawthorne, Lilith, as she had assured her, immediately stiffened up and Amity turned to locate the commotion, seeing a tall girl her age come barreling up the stairs with some boards on her shoulder, a wide grin on her face with white teeth that shone against her dark skin in the contrast, as she jogged up the last few steps.

The girl turned, the boards swinging around, and suddenly, Amity saw the boards coming her way, right at the height of her face.

Seemingly just before impact, the girl gave the boards a nudge while Amity was already ducking her head, and a cheerful voice that sounded like it was laughing a lot in her life, sounded.

“Whoops! Duck!”, she exclaimed and the boards went right over Amity’s head, bonking her helmet, before she dared to look up again, watching the girl stopping right in front of her, still turned sideways not to have the boards that she was balancing on her shoulder trying to decapitate Amity again.

“Woah there, that was almost bad! You good?”, the girl chuckled, her not-so-scrawny shoulders shaking in delight, before giving Amity’s helmet a knock with her knuckles. Her ears were almost ringing from the knocking and she ducked her head again, only then did the girl let off, “That’s what the helmets are for!”

Amity managed a nod but the girl was already walking past her, whistling a happy tune, while waving her hand back at them.

“Sorry again!”, she called, before rounding the corner and apparently finding a coworker of hers with which she began talking, her voice carrying away the further she went.

The young Blight was embarrassed to admit that she had stared after her toned forearms and biceps, her slim calves, and her back long after she had vanished behind a wall.

Slowly, Amity could relax her shoulders again and straightened back up, adjusting her helmet, and turning back to Ms. Clawthorne. To claim she was furious was probably an understatement.

Her entire face with a rather fair skin tone was flaming while she looked after where the girl had gone and she was shaking in anger.

Turning away from Amity, probably to shield her from her voice, she yelled after the girl, raising her fist.

“LUZ NOCEDA, COME BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!”, she yelled and Amity couldn’t deny she had flinched before the melodic voice with the slightest Spanish accent called back.

“Just a moment, Lily! Be right there!”, she faintly called, but Amity couldn’t focus. All she could think about was her name that she had just learned, and she swore she wouldn’t forget it.

Luz Noceda.

“You wanted to talk to me?”, the girl, Luz, grinned as she came back, this time without boards, and propped her hands upon her waist. Only now, Amity could get a proper look at her.

She felt her heart speeding up when she took in her whole appearance. Luz was wearing worn-out safety shoes, some loose-fitting shorts, and a dark pullover with the company’s logo printed on her chest with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, as well as a toolbelt and a helmet on her brown, sweaty, and very messy hair.

Her face was cute and looked like she was a lot of fun to be around, her brown eyes sparkling with joy about something she had just experienced, maybe a joke with a coworker, judging from the volume at which she had been laughing downstairs and down the hall.

Well, Amity had known she was gay, but that gay?

Gulping, she took in the girl in front of her that was about half a head taller than her, then she flinched at Ms. Clawthorne’s voice winning in volume again.

“Luz Noceda! First of all, workplace safety! You know exactly to check your way when carrying big loads. And second of all, you apologize immediately! Do you know who-”

Luz seemingly shrunk more and more with each word her boss was yelling at her, and since she couldn’t bear watching that bubbliness being suppressed like this, Amity acted unthinkingly and cut into her tirade, holding out her hand.

“I’m Amity. Pleasure to meet you.”, she quickly exclaimed, a little louder than planned to interrupt Ms. Clawthorne, but her speaking up had an immediate effect.

The older woman next to her gulped the rest of her sentence and switched her gaze from Luz down to Amity, staring silently.

In contrary to her boss, Luz was apparently delighted. Immediately, her shoulders straightened again and she took Amity’s hand after taking off her glove, grinning.

“Luz. Sorry for slamming the boards on your head, I’ll take better care next time. You the architect’s intern or something?”, she replied while shaking Amity’s hand and she giggled, shaking her head, paying Ms. Clawthorne no mind while she started getting angry again, ready to make Luz three heads shorter.

“No, I’m-… Doesn’t matter.”, she laughed, waving it off, “A-And, uh, don’t worry about the boards, that’s why we wear helmets.”

Luz gave her the finger guns and clicked with her tongue, before pulling on her glove again.

“Alright then, have a lot of fun planning or whatever you guys do, I’ll do more interesting stuff.”

She winked and Amity could’ve sworn she was flirting with her. Which completely distracted her from the fact that Ms. Clawthorne’s eyelid was already twitching in uncontrolled rage.

While Luz sauntered off, Amity caught the attention of her boss again, eager not to let her be too mad at her employee. Trying a careful approach to change the topic, she softly clapped her hands together, winning back Ms. Clawthorne’s attention.

“So… I believe we haven’t talked about the bathrooms yet, am I correct?”, she inquired and Ms. Clawthorne immediately switched back to her polite way, nodding stiffly.

“Yes, Miss Blight, right this way.”, she offered Amity to walk ahead and led her down the same hallway Luz had gone, and she couldn’t stop herself from peeking inside the room Luz and a coworker of hers were preparing to work on, catching a glimpse of Luz’s toned calves flexing when she stood on her tiptoes to mark something on the wall.

Unfortunately, the door went by quickly and she couldn’t see much more of her when she had already walked past, before having to turn back to the topics her parents wanted her to discuss. Which was a lot drier planning and listening and trying to visualize complicated construction plans.

It really wasn’t that Amity wasn’t interested in learning all of this. She loved hearing about construction projects and planning where to put elements to create a harmonizing room.

But now that she had seen Luz?

Well, it wasn’t that Amity was overly starved of seeing attractive people. There were a lot of attractive people in her close environment, some of her friends for example and she couldn’t deny that most of her family’s acquaintances were fairly good-looking as well.

But something about Luz had fascinated her.

The way she moved, the way she was covered in dust and sweat and had still smelled kind of good. The way her eyes were sparkling and how she was so comfortable in her own skin, walking through her life as if she was exactly in the place where she wanted to be.

Amity was fascinated by the honest and self-assured way she was moving, behaving, and acting.

And, well, there was the fact that Luz was just ridiculously attractive to her.

She sure as hell wouldn’t forget the way her white teeth shone against her dark skin and how her muscles moved and-

“I’m afraid I must ask you to excuse me, Miss Blight.”, a firm voice suddenly interrupted her thinking and she looked up from the plan Ms. Clawthorne had spread on a nearby table, only then hearing the ringing of a phone. Mutely nodding, Amity took a step back to grant her some privacy and tried to look back at the plan, making some sense of what she saw. It was some kind of cover for the bathtub, she believed. Or was it for the sinks?

Internally groaning, she shook her head to herself. If she hadn’t spent dreaming about Luz the entire time she would have an idea of what Ms. Clawthorne had been explaining to her and she’d be able to work out what the plan was about.

But, as luck would have it, she got off her phone and turned to her with an apologetic face.

“I’m very sorry, Miss Blight, but I’ll have to cut our tour short here. Some of my workers have started laser measuring the walls downstairs and I’m afraid I have to join them and the architect to work out the plans for that. Do you need me to bring you back to the front door?”

Her chance!

Quickly, Amity shook her head and smiled.

“Oh, no thanks! I will look around a bit more and get back to you before I leave, thank you.”, she excused the woman and without missing a beat, the site manager nodded and left her to her own devices.

It wasn’t that Amity had wanted her to go, but now she could maybe sneak a peek at the attractive worker, Luz, again…?

Tempted to slap herself, she furrowed her eyebrows.

Spying on workers?

How shameful. She shouldn’t do that.

Humming, Amity turned to wander out of the bathroom-to-be and down the hallway again, hearing voices getting louder the closer she drew to the room where she had seen Luz starting her work. But instead of spotting the ridiculously attractive girl, she was met by her rather sturdy coworker with slightly chubby cheeks, a kind face, and dark hair, along with the dark-skinned boy she had seen in the entrance hall already. They both talked quieter when they noticed her wandering past and Amity picked up her pace to be out of their hair as quickly as possible again.

She wondered where Luz had gone.

Maybe she had gone downstairs again to get more boards?

Amity decided that checking it out wouldn’t hurt, so she walked downstairs, past some more surprisingly young workers and some of the management board nodding to her politely, before stepping out of the entrance area again into the fresh air and breathing through.

Behind her, the work was picking up and she began hearing a drill hammering into some concrete, as well as a saw somewhere around the mansion, but she didn’t think much of it, the air was feeling way too nice after walking through the dusty construction site.

Wait a minute…

She had seen Luz carrying up boards from below. Maybe she had cut them to length?

More out of curiosity than anything, Amity stepped off the porch and rounded the mansion, peeking around a corner, only to spot the very same girl she had found herself losing her concentration to upstairs, standing by some trestle legs on which she had placed boards, cutting them with a circular saw. She looked very concentrated and was wearing some ear protection now, as well as some glasses to protect herself from the saw dust.

Amity clenched her hand around the corner of the house when she felt her heart speeding up, licking her lips when she saw how Luz was leaning forward a bit more, the muscles on her elbow coming out.

She wasn’t overly muscular or anything, and Amity didn’t like bodybuilder types anyway, but it showed that Luz had worked in this field for quite some time already, and with being on constructions like this one, she probably got all the workout she needed just by working.

Humming, Amity finally decided to stop being a creep and pretend to be on her phone like a normal human, pulling it out to pretend and tap on it a little while walking out from the corner.

She did her best to appear busy on her phone, but Luz didn’t even acknowledge her.

Better for her, because she could keep staring.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Amity could see the saw dust covering Luz’s forearms, giving them a slight sheet of dust, and she wished she could be closer to watch her cutting those boards in more detail.

But this was getting really creepy. She should stop.

Shaking her head, Amity groaned and looked up to the sky, before shooting Luz one last glance and walking back to the entrance area, putting her phone away.

Maybe she could talk to her someday. Or just listen to her again.

Grumbling to herself, Amity did one last tour of the whole house, waiting and hoping for her confidence to build up again to talk to the cute girl, but when she had walked past Ms. Clawthorne a second time, she supposed she had to wave that wish goodbye.

Bidding her goodbyes to all the members of the project management board, she walked back to her car and sat in the driver’s seat, defeated.

Now she had had the chance to have normal conversations here, the entire mansion was full of young workers instead of moody old men, and she had blown it. She could only hope Luz would be there tomorrow.

Sending a last, longing gaze to the now-abandoned saw sitting on the trestle legs, she started her car and put it in reverse.

Either this had been it or she would have another chance tomorrow.

For now, this was enough for her. But this evening she would deeply regret leaving without having tried anything because when she lied down to sleep, the pictures of an unfairly attractive girl working at the site wouldn’t leave her mind alone.

 ---

“LUZ NOCEDA!”, a voice yelled from downstairs just before the evening and the young woman currently handling the last of the wires listened up.

“Oh, that sounded like Lilith.”, she noted and Willow snorted.

“Ya think?”, she asked and Luz grumbled when she got up, shooting Willow a look.

“I don’t need your sass right now, Willow.”, she shot back at her friend who just snickered, shaking her head before going back to drilling holes into the boards for tomorrow.

“COME DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”, made both of them flinch, causing Luz to duck her head.

“You better go, she sounds seriously angry.”, Willow shooed Luz with a handwave, putting her drill into position again.

Luz quickly made her way out of the room and down the hallway towards the stairs, where she already saw Lilith standing at the base of them.

Gulping, she made her way down and Lilith glared at her, making her grimace.

“Uh, yes?”, she sheepishly responded, already scared of what she had done wrong when Lilith turned and waved her to follow. Oh, this was bad.

If she didn’t want to scold her in front of everyone, she was going to get the harshest yelling she had ever gotten. Lilith led her outside, before turning back to the young woman and holding out her finger, her face uncharacteristically red.

“Do you have any idea what you did today?!”, she hissed and Luz pulled up her shoulders, eyes wide.

“Did-… Did I, uh, what did I do?”, she carefully asked, but that only seemed to explode Lilith’s rage.

“You embarrassed us IN FRONT OF OUR CUSTOMER!!”, she finally yelled and Luz could already feel all eyes on her while her coworkers gathered on the windows to watch where the yelling had come from.

“O-Our customer?”, Luz ducked her head more when Lilith got redder.

“YOU SLAMMED BOARDS ON HER HEAD, YOU IDIOT!!”, she screamed and Luz’s heart dropped into her pants. So that fancy-dressed had been because she had been the customer.

Oh.

Oooooh.

She had… She had bonked boards on her head and then knocked on her helmet. On their… On their million-dollar assignment customer.

Gulping, Luz sunk into herself more. She had absolutely blown their assignment, hadn’t she? She had just lost the company a couple Million dollars, she had gotten all of her coworkers fired, she’d pay compensation for the rest of her life, she would-

“You’re lucky she wasn’t hurt!! This could’ve gone very differently! I don’t know what kind of guardian angel you blackmailed to look over you, but if this had been Odalia Blight you would’ve been dead and the company along with you!!”, Lilith got closer to her and her screaming suddenly dropped to a very dangerous whisper, “If this hadn’t been the daughter of our customer, I would’ve killed you on the spot. You’re lucky she’s a lot nicer than her mother.”

Gulping, Luz leaned back a little.

“I-I’m not fired…?”, she tried and Lilith finally found back to her normally pale skin color, adjusting her suit.

“Your mother and my sister would have my head if I fired you. Also, Miss Blight was very forgiving and didn’t cancel our assignment, yet. We’re allowed to continue working for now. Until that’s not clear, though, you better not step too far away from the hanging tree, because I will personally put the hangman’s noose around your neck if the Blights terminate that job. Is that understood?”, Lilith got dangerously close again and Luz gulped, rubbing her neck.

“Very graphically understood.”, she mumbled and Lilith glared at her one more time, before straightening back up and walking back to the construction site.

“If you speak to her again, it will be an absolute emergency and you will do so politely and with some respect and dignity. And now clear up your things, we’ll leave at five sharp and if you’re late you’ll sleep here.”

Grumbling, Luz patted her chest to attempt and soothe her beating heart, before running a hand through her dusty hair and shaking it out. This had been shorter than she had anticipated.

Once again rubbing over her neck, she then followed Lilith inside and sighed. She was looking forward to the days where the jobs would be mundane enough for Lilith to stay in the office and let Eda handle the coordination. Having Eda as her superior instead of Lilith was absolutely preferable.

Well, if she was lucky, she would have to focus on work so much she wouldn’t even have time to acknowledge Miss Blight anymore. Maybe she also wouldn’t come back tomorrow, after all, the rich and wealthy had other things to worry about, right?

Especially their customers, who were paying for this giant mansion.

Humming, she entered the building again and ignored all her coworkers looking at her, before starting to pack up the tools she had used and collecting her personal stuff, like her gloves and jacket.

Willow shot her a sympathetic glance and Luz clapped on her shoulder to reassure her that she was okay for now, then they all gathered around their bus to be taken back to the company so they could end the day.

The whole evening, though, Luz fretted going to work the next day, fearing the possible encounter with the Blight girl. Hopefully, she wouldn’t show up so Luz wouldn’t risk her head, her financial stability, and her dignity for all eternity.

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[moldisgoodforyou]

YES THEM REMINISCING ON THEIR “hatred” and how far they came would just be chefs kiss

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warning: cursing, underage drinking, mentions of a fight

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Over Christmas break, after another high school reunion party, Rafe and Sophie were both tipsy and giggly as they made their way up to Rafe’s room. It was already made pretty clear at Sophie’s house that ‘sleepovers’ of any kind with Rafe weren’t allowed, so she had to lie and tell her parents she was staying with a friend. “Soph, shh!” He admonished, practically dragging her upstairs as she tripped over her feet.  

“S’not my fault!” She argued, pushing his hands away again as he tried to help. Finally they made it up to his room and both fell onto the bed, curling up into each other. “Hey, Rafe.” She whispered, grinning. 

“Hey what.” He pulled her close, hands automatically going to play with her hair. “I like you.” She hummed, pressing her head into his touch. He laughed and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I like you too. Hey, the boys and I were talking tonight, about us in high school, and they reminded me of something.” 

Sophie scowled. “Probably not a good thing then.” 

“No, no. Remember when you got in that fight in high school?” She paused, turning to face him. “Wasn’t really a fight, but yeah.” He glanced over her to gauge her expression. “That wasn’t over me. Right?”

She shrugged, trying to stay casual even though a blush betrayed her. “No? I mean, I wouldn’t say it was over you, technically.”

He grinned. “Soph, you didn’t.”

“Hm. Might have.”

“Tell me.”

______

“He’s a fucking idiot. Too easy.” Alexandra giggled in the locker room to her friends, applying lip gloss after their gym class. It was senior year and there was a big party planned at the Cameron’s house for the weekend. She had been discussing her plans to hook up with Rafe and then ditch him for the past fifteen minutes, and Sophie had had enough.

A strange feeling bubbled up inside her and Sophie swung open her locker with more force than necessary, the clang echoing around the room. “He’s not.” 

Alexandra raised a cool eyebrow, glancing her way. “Did you say something, Flint?”

“He’s not an idiot.”  Sophie repeated, a little clearer. 

“Oh, honey. He’s not here to hear you standing up for him, you know that? Even Cameron wouldn’t sleep with you.” Alexandra taunted, rolling her eyes. 

Sophie certainly didn’t like Rafe, but she didn’t mind him. And he wasn’t an idiot by any means - he held his own against her fairly well, and she respected the hell out of that. (Although she’d never, ever, admit it to his face.) 

“I’ve never considered that, but thanks for the heads up.” She retorted dryly. 

That was a lie. She’d considered it far too many times. Thought about what his lips might feel like against hers, his big hands gripping her hips, his -

“Earth to Sophie.” Alexandra rudely interrupted her thoughts, laughing when Sophie glanced over with a mildly confused expression. “Why do you care, anyways?” 

“He has feelings too, y’know. Would you like it if someone said use ‘em and lose ‘em about you?” Sophie frowned, lacing up her tennis shoes. 

“No one would ever say that about me.” Alexandra replied with a smug smile, then stepped into her heels that were about two inches too tall for the dress code. She couldn’t walk straight in them, and looked ridiculous, especially given the fact that it was an all-girls school and the only male she had to impress was the 28-year-old history teacher. (On second thought, maybe that did make sense.)

As she walked past, Sophie made a split-second decision and stuck her toe out just so, making Alexandra trip and fall to the concrete floor with a thud, her now-shattered cell phone clattering across the tile along with a couple broken nails. The two stared each other down for a second until Sophie smirked. “Oops.”  

Alexandra lunged first, yanking at Sophie’s ponytail. “You bitch!”  

It didn’t take long before the gym teacher came running out of her office, breaking the two girls up. Sophie had taken the brunt of it, a slap to the face and a few scratches down the arm, while she acted mainly in self-defense. (Mainly.)

The two were escorted to the office straight away, in silence. The principal was shocked to see Sophie in there, almost disbelieving of Alexandra’s sob story. “Miss Flint? Do you have anything to say for yourself?” 

“She deserved it.” Sophie muttered, clear as day. 

“Oh my god, she’s not even sorry!” Alexandra cried out, wiping away a few false tears.  

“Have you thought about joining theater, Alex? You seem to have a knack for  it.” Sophie shot her a faux-sweet smile, sarcasm dripping from her tone. 

“Girls.” The principal warned, shaking her head. “I have to say, I’m surprised...Sophie, I’ll have to give you a week’s worth of detention. Alexandra...” She sighed. “One day -”

“But she started it -”  

“One day.” She repeated firmly, and Sophie held back a smug look. “Violence at Greenville Academy, honestly. You two know better. Both of you, out.”  

Two days later, at the party, Sophie wore the bruise of Alexandra’s handprint with pride. She hadn’t bothered to cover the ugly purple mark with concealer, considering it a conversation starter instead. “Heard you got in a fight this week, Flint.” Rafe greeted her, reaching out to grip her chin lightly and get a better view. Sophie yanked her head back out of his touch. “Might have, what’s it to you?”  

He just grinned, smug as ever. “Didn’t think you were the type.” 

“Yeah, well, let it serve as a reminder of what I can do if you really piss me off.” She quipped, trying - and failing - to hide a shudder as she took a long sip of her mostly vodka-lemonade. 

“What happened?” 

“None of your business, asshole.” She tacked on the last word more out of nerves than anything, not wanting to be caught in a lie.

“M’ just asking, chill.” He raised his hands in defense, tone turning a little more sincere. “Just ‘cause - y’know. I heard I was involved.”  

Sophie took another long sip of her drink, cursing under her breath. Sarah. Of course she should have known, his little sister was in Sophie’s gym class and had the biggest mouth of anyone she knew. “You heard wrong, Cameron.” 

“Alright. Hey, Alexandra’s been flirting with me the whole party.” He changed the subject, testing her. “Think I should go for it?” 

“I’d rather not hear about your lackluster sex life in the locker room next week, so no, for my sake.” She retorted coolly, though her shoulders tensed up and jaw set a little at the thought of him in bed with Alexandra. 

He nodded, suspicions confirmed, then smirked. “I can prove to you it’s not lackluster, you know.” 

“I’d like to see you try.” She shot back, regretting it the second the words came out of her mouth. “Not like - I didn��t mean -” 

“Relax, Soph.” He grinned and reached out, gently tracing his thumb along her bruised cheek. “How about another time when you’re not hurting?”

She froze, resisting every single urge she had to lean into his touch or just take a tiny step forward and plant one on him. “Do you ever shut up?”

“I would if you’d make me.”

“Oh, fuck off.” She replied lamely, rolling her eyes and walking away.

_______

“I can’t believe you fought for my honor.” Rafe grinned, teasing her. Sophie was bright red now and shoved on his chest. “It was years ago, get over it. I wouldn’t do it now.” He gaped. “Soph! You would too!” 

“I wouldn’t! I’m not dumb enough to get in a fight, I’m 21.” She told him pointedly, knowing full well that Rafe would absolutely get in a fight at that age. He scowled. “I’d fight for you.” 

“You shouldn’t, I can’t see any good reason for you to.” She paused. “Besides, I stopped standing up for you after that.” 

He furrowed his brow. “Why?” 

“Because you made me cry after winter formal.” 

He tilted his head, confused. “Is that what Carter was talking about at Thanksgiving? I really don’t remember that.” 

“Yeah, ‘cause I didn’t want you to know.” She grinned, ultra-dramatic. “I was heartbroken.” 

He rolled his eyes and kissed her. “Remind me?”

_______

“Taking anyone to winter formal, Rafe?” Kelce asked him as they were out on the driving range at the golf course, a usual pastime for them. 

Sophie was two tees away, practicing hitting on her own - she didn’t miss the fact that Rafe positioned himself close enough to watch her, but enjoyed the attention and the low whistles almost every time she leaned over to hit the ball. She hated the actual sport of golf, and only played to spend time with her dad, but she found solace in the stress relief of just hitting 100 balls in a row.

“Not yet.” The dance was two weeks away, and Rafe had been teasing Sophie about coming with him for a month now. “Hey, Soph!” 

She ignored him, pulling back for a swing until she felt him grab the end of her club in mid-air. She cursed under her breath and turned on her heel, indignant. “Jesus, Rafe, I could have knocked you out cold.”  

“Doubt it, your swing’s not strong enough.” 

She huffed and stepped closer, toe-to-toe with him - responding just as he’d hoped she would. “Would you like me to test that theory?”

“Leave her alone, Rafe!” Kelce called out, annoyed the two had found a way to fight again. 

He grinned. “Just thought I’d stop by and ask about your plans for the winter formal. You’d look pretty on my arm, you know.” 

"Do you get off on being rejected, Rafe?” She questioned dryly. 

“You’re gonna entertain the thought one day. Mark my words.” He let go of her club and stepped back, giving her room to hit again. 

Sophie rolled her eyes and extended her club just enough to poke him in the ass as he walked away. “In your dreams, Cameron.”

That banter continued right up until three days before formal. Sophie had rejected two invitations, one from a friend and one from a boy who actually showed interest in her. Secretly, she was hoping Rafe might come around and ask her for real - because the last ten times were just teasing, right? 

She was sorely mistaken when her friend on the track team at the time, Ashley, called her eagerly that night. “Sophie you’ll never guess who just asked me to the dance!” Ashley squealed into the phone.

“Landon finally worked up the nerve?” Sophie asked. 

“What? No. Rafe asked me! Rafe Cameron!”

Sophie’s mouth went dry and she was thankful she was receiving the news on the phone, not in person where she’d have to hide her reaction. “Oh. That’s, um, that’s awesome, Ash.” 

Ashley launched into a dreamy speech about how excited she was and Rafe said he’d match his tie to her dress and Sophie wouldn’t start anything when they went to dinner, right, and - “Sophie.” 

“What? Oh, sorry, my dad was calling my name.” She lied quickly, forcing a smile so it’d come through in her tone. 

“Who are you bringing?” 

“Ah...Ben.” Sophie decided quickly, and hoped to god Ben was still available. He was Rafe’s basketball teammate, and practically his sworn enemy, and fine, maybe that was exactly the reason she chose Ben. 

“Seriously?” The puzzlement was obvious in Ashley’s tone. “Have you two been talking?” 

“Here and there.” Sophie confirmed vaguely, already regretting her lie. “So Rafe’s coming to the whole thing, then? Pictures and dinner before, the afterparty at yours?” 

“Yeah, of course!” Ashley gushed. 

Sophie tried to ignore the knot forming in her stomach. “Awesome. Hey, I gotta knock out my math homework, but we can talk about it at school tomorrow?” 

“Oh yeah, for sure. Talk later!”  

As soon as the phone clicked off, Sophie fell back onto her bed with a groan. “Fucking hell.” She gave herself a solid two minutes of wallowing before calling Ben, putting on her flirtiest voice, and asking him to formal. He accepted right away. God, men are so fucking easy, she thought to herself. Except when they aren’t. 

The look on Rafe’s face was absolutely priceless when she strolled into the country club, head held high, hand-in-hand with Ben. “Surprised he didn’t ask you.” Ben murmured into Sophie’s ear, making a show of it just to piss Rafe off. “What do you mean?” She whispered back, stomach turning in knots at his proximity. “Kinda figured you two were a thing, given how often he talks about you in the locker room.” Ben shrugged. “But I’m glad you’re here with me instead.” 

“Yeah. Me too.” Sophie replied weakly, giving Rafe an overly polite nod of acknowledgment. Rafe nodded back, and that was the extent of their communication for the night. 

Until the party. 

Sophie was four drinks in, way too much for her low tolerance, when she found Rafe alone in the kitchen. “What the fuck, Rafe?” 

He turned around, amused. “Hello to you too, Soph.” 

“You brought Ashley to the dance?” She accused, foot slipping on a spilled drink as she strode closer. He caught her by the waist, then quickly moved his hand to her arm instead as he steadied her. “Yeah. What’s it to you?” 

“Thought you were going to ask me.” She wasn’t nearly drunk enough to be making such brazen statements, but figured if he called her out, she could pretend to be hammered.  

He raised his eyebrows, caught off guard as he pulled her a little closer. “Never thought that was an option.”

“Maybe if you actually tried to be sincere for once, it could be.” They were way too close to be comfortable, but everything felt overwhelmingly right, Sophie decided. He leaned in an inch more so their foreheads touched, breath intermingling. She tilted her head up - just slightly - until - 

“Sophie!” Ben called out and the two sprang apart like the same poles on a magnet. Ben wandered into the kitchen, grinning, two shots in hand. “There you are - oh.” His voice instantly fell flat as he took in the situation, Sophie’s flushed face and Rafe’s angry expression at the interruption. “Were you two...?” He gestured sloppily with the shots, tequila spilling to the floor. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Sophie snapped without a second thought. “I was just grabbing another drink.” She lifted her near-empty beer, and Rafe bit hard on the inside of his cheek to stay impassive. “Watch your hands around my girl, Cameron.” Ben joked, still wary of what he had walked in on. 

Sophie wrinkled her nose. “I’m not your girl, Ben, this was just a one-time thing.” She informed him, strolling past him and out of the kitchen with a huff. Ben watched with a slack jaw, completely confused, and set the shots on the counter. “What just...”

Rafe smirked. “She does that. Kinda her thing.”

“Sure you two didn’t..?” Ben asked. Rafe just shrugged. 

Once Ben left, going after Sophie, Rafe cursed and slammed his palm to the countertop. Sophie’s instant dismissal of the situation stung him more than he expected. Then he did what any rational seventeen-year-old boy would do - he took the two tequila shots, no chaser, and immediately set out to go make out with Ashley - right in Sophie’s line of sight. 

She retaliated, of course, by getting more drunk and making out with Ben on the opposite side of the party, willing herself to ignore the sloppy way his tongue tried to force its way down her throat. After a few minutes, she pushed away from Ben. “I’m gonna go - I need some air.” 

“I’ll come.” Ben volunteered. She shook her head quickly, pushing him away with a hand on his face. “No, it’s fine, I’m fine. Um, I’ll see you later.” He frowned, confused, but let her go. She passed by Rafe as she went, texting her brother Carter a very poorly-written drunk message to come pick her up. “Real classy, Soph.” 

“Fuck you, Cameron.” She shot back, doing her best not to cry as she made her way to the front. 

___ 

Rafe frowned, returning to play with her hair as she finished the story from her perspective. “I don’t remember that. I made out with your friend? You’re sure?” 

Sophie rolled her eyes. “I’m sure. And then I swore to myself I’d never give you the time of day.” 

He grinned. “But I’m just too irresistible, right?” 

“Oh, yeah, that’s totally it.”

[andrew2luv]

The Angel Next Door - Chapter 2

8:15 am…

“Good morning. Sleep well?” My mom is way too chipper in the morning.

“Yeah. I guess.”

“Wow. Very detailed answer.”

“What? Do you want me to tell you how I drooled on my pillow and rolled off the bed twice?”

“Actually, kinda.”

“You’re weird.”

“What’s up slugger?” Dave walks in.

“Nothin’.”

“Wow babe, you’re kid’s quite the wordsmith.” I’m about to respond in a not-so-nice way, but I hold it back.

“When’s the pool gonna be ready?”

“It’ll be a few weeks.” My mom hands me a glass of orange juice.

“Thanks.” I start walking away.

“Hey! No food or drinks upstairs.” I turn to face Dave, really tempted to throw the OJ in his face.

“So no water? What about vitamins? Technically they’re food.”

“Haha, smart aleck.” He turns away from me and I flip him off.

My mom gives me a look that says “stop it!” and I just turn away, leaving my OJ on the nearest table.

When I get to my room I am very tempted to slam the door, but somehow manage to not do so. I open my window and just step out onto the deck to get some fresh air for the moment. And yet again there’s Asher. He seems to be playing some video games. So I reach into my room, grab a sock, ball it up, and throw it at his window. And he doesn’t notice. Son of a bitch. So I grab a pen and throw it. This time he notices and walks over to his window.

“What you doing?”

“Just playing some Madden.”

“Sounds fun.” I stand up, run across the roof, and jump across the gap between our roofs, landing directly in front of him.

“Shit! Dude!” He looks freaked out and I just start laughing.

“It’s all good. Now, are you gonna let me in and get destroyed in Madden? Or are we gonna just stand here like some weirdos from a 90s rom-com?”

“You’re crazy.” He steps back to let me in.

“I take that as a compliment.”

“You shouldn’t.”

I sit on his bed while he grabs another controller.

“I can’t believe you’re even awake right now. Did you even sleep?”

“I don’t sleep much.”

“So you’re super athletic and don’t sleep. Are you sure you’re not Spiderman?”

“Nope. Just a retired gymnast.”

“Gymnast?”

“What? You didn’t get gymnast off me?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.”

“How are you already retired?”

“Well I guess retired isn’t the right word. Just the one my mom uses.” I spot a photo on Asher’s desk and walk over. “It’s more that I got sick of it and left.” The photo is of him and what I’m assuming are his mom, dad, and younger brother and sister. “This your fam?”

“Yeah. From our trip to the Bahamas last summer.”

“Looks fun.”

“You’re parents seem nice. Saw them unpacking yesterday.”

“Dave’s not my dad.” I make sure to emphasize that.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No problem. Most people assume that.” I sit back down next to him. “My dad’s out of the picture now. Dave’s the evil stepfather.”

“Sorry.”

“He’s just the stereotypical evil step-parent. It’s actually his fault that we moved here. Some business opportunity or whatever.”

“That sucks. I’m sorry about that.”

“You say sorry a lot.”

“Sor… Oops.” We both laugh.

“Now can we just play or are you scared of losing?”

“What? You’re the one that started talking about Dave.”

“Oh shut up!” I shove him and he shoves me back as we laugh.

“That was just dumb luck.” I stand up, throwing the controller on the bed.

“Dumb luck? 12 times in a row?”

“Oh fuck you.” Asher laughs. “Let’s do something else. Go out or something.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Out.”

“You sound like my mom.”

“I haven’t met her, but I’m assuming she’s amazing.”

“Eww.”

“Let’s go.”

“Wait. Let me at least tell my parents.”

“Fine. Come on.” I open his bedroom door and standing right there is his mom.

She smiles at me, looking very confused.

“Hi. I’m Spencer.”

“Hey.” She looks very confused, but luckily Asher comes walking up.

“He’s the new neighbor.”

“Oh! Really good to meet you. I was planning on dropping by to say hi to your parents later.”

“Oh, they’d love that.”

“I didn’t even hear you come in earlier.”

“Oh… yeah… I’m very quiet.” Asher and I share a funny look.

“Well, Spencer and I were just about to go out. Can I borrow the car?”

“Sure. Where are you guys going?”

“Oh… um…” Asher is nervous and part of me doesn’t want to save him.

“He’s going to show me around town.”

“That’s nice. You guys have fun.”

Asher and I run out to the car.

“Do you need to go and get shoes? Maybe tell your mom and Dave that you’re going out?”

I look to the house for a second.

“Nah.” I jump into the car and I just see Asher smirk at that.

“Is he really that bad?” He asks as he drives out of the driveway.

“Worse. But everyone loves him. He’s only awful to me, and never in public.”

“Like… is he…”

“No. He’s not physical. He wouldn’t even dare. I would knock him out with one hit and he knows it.”

“Damn.”

“Let’s move on to something else.”

“Like what?”

“Tell me a summary of your life… in 60 seconds.”

“Oh…”

“Begin!”

“Shit! My name is Asher Angel…”

“Angel?”

“Shh. Since I was a kid I’ve been very into acting and singing. Got my first big gig at the age of six. From there on I’ve done a lot of plays and then a few small gigs before getting a major role on Disney Channel’s Andi Mack. I’ve released multiple albums. Then I got the role as Billy Batson in Shazam.”

“Five seconds.”

“Oh, and I love Top Golf, basketball, and my sibling’s names are Avi and London.” I just look over at him, unable to speak. “You good?”

“Um… describe good.” We both laugh. “Well, now I feel ridiculous. How did I not recognize you? I’ve seen Shazam!”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I liked it a lot too.” Asher can’t help but laugh. “Well, now I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.”

“And now my life story feels pathetic.”

“I doubt it. No way your life could be boring. The first time I saw you you were sneaking off your roof.”

“ It’s fine. Let’s move on.”

“Come on. I won’t judge.”

“Wait! Stop here!” I point to our left.

“What? The playground?”

“What? It’s empty.” He pulls over and I quickly get out of the car.

I rush over to the bars. I jump on them and just start swinging around.

“You’re crazy.”

“Come on. Who says a playground is just for kids?”

“Everyone.”

“Well, kids can’t do this.”

I know this isn’t the safest, but at this point, I don’t care. So I push with all my force and spin around the pole. I spin a few more times before letting go and doing a simple under swing dismount.

“Shit!” Asher starts clapping.

“Thank you. Thank you.” I bow to him.

“I think it’s so cool that you can do that.”

“It is pretty cool, isn’t it? Bars aren’t really my thing though. I’m more of a floor guy.”

“Floor guy? That sounds a bit gross.” We both laugh.

“Eww.” I step back and quick front handspring.

“Shit. Can you do the splits?”

“Of course. But not in these pants.”

“So why’d you quit? You’re so good.”

“Swings!” I run to the swings.

“You’re really good at avoiding things. You know that, right?” Asher sits on the swing next to me.

“I know. You got a girlfriend?”

“Wow. What a transition there!”

“And?”

“No. I don’t have a girlfriend. Well, I did, but we broke up a few months ago.”

“Bummer.”

“And you? You leave a girl behind?”

“Oh god no. But I’ve had a few boyfriends. Not a recent one though.”

“Oh... “ I love seeing people’s faces when they realize I’m gay. “Sorry I assumed.”

“It’s fine. Most people do.”

“So you’re out?”

“Yeah. For two years now.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, are your parents fine with it?”

I sit there for a second and just stare forward. Part of me just wants to run, but I’m honestly just too tired to keep running.

“Well, my mom was fine with it. She told me she knew for a long time.” I feel my heart racing, thinking about all of this. “As for my dad…” I literally begin feeling my chest moving at a dangerous speed.

“You okay?”

“Not really.” I find my eyes tearing up, but then I just laugh.

“You sure.”

“Not really.” I laugh again. “When I was six my parents divorced. And I was given the choice of who I wanted to live with. I choose my dad.”

“Oh…” I can tell he’s intrigued like it’s a telenovela… and it is.

“So I lived with him. But I still saw my mom every weekend. We were close. But I was much closer with my dad.”

“That’s nice.” I can’t help but laugh at that and he just looks at me confused.

“Two years ago I came out to my parents. My dad couldn’t handle it. He kicked me out. I didn’t even get to pack. My mom picked me up and she had to pack all my stuff.”

“Damn. I’m sorry.” It is a struggle to not let my tears out right now.

“It’s all good.”

“Have you talked to him at all?”

“Nope. Haven’t heard a single word from him for two years now.”

“I can’t imagine that.”

“It’s fine. I’ve moved on.”

“There’s no moving on from that.” And then I snap, tears slowly falling down my face.

“God I wish I had my flask right now.” Asher and I both laugh a little. “Ugh, I hate this.” I wipe my tears.

“It’s not a bad thing to cry.”

“I know…”

“Really. Emotions aren’t a bad thing. If you ever need to talk about anything just jump on over.”

“Thanks…” I look at him. “Are you sure you’re straight?” I laugh, but I notice he doesn’t.

“Wanna go get some ice cream?”

“Look who’s avoiding things now?” We both laugh. “Come on. Ice cream sounds perfect.”

[consultingsister-aa]

Seb and Cee for the ship thing!

A SHIPPY THING ... ACCEPTING 

1) did your muse fall in love with mine quickly, or was it a long process? Early on in the dating process, Cee knew she wanted to be with Seb for a while. She possibly thought she was in love before she actually was, but the more Seb opened up, the more she loved him.  2) have they ever asked my muse to dance? do they even dance with my muse at all? Only every single day of her life.   3) are they the type to steal food from my muse’s plate? Cee will usually steal chips from Seb, a classic theft. Only he has started combating this by order her fries even when she doesn’t want them. She continues to steal from him however; they taste better when they’re off his plate.  4) does your muse ever cook for mine? if so, is it good – or does it suck ass? No. Staight up no. She tried once because Seb cooks a lot and she wanted to thank him but it was terrible. They both tried to tough it out but Seb couldn’t manage a third mouthful and Celia had to spit it into the sink. She is the wine tester most evenings.  5) what’s something they do when my muse is down? It depends on how Seb is down. Usually, he’ll pick a fight. Cee tries her best not to engage with it, but sometimes she wants a fight too and then it’s a three hour yelling match. They’re cruel but it gets out the frustration. If it’s more of a blue mood than a fighty mood, beers in front of the telly, a hand in his hair, a quiet nudge to talk about if he wants to. Just be with him as he rides it out.  6) what’s a topic they’re scared of talking about with my muse? For a long time, it’s family and the past to a certain extent. Things are kept vague; need to know. After Jim comes along and fucks it up though, they sort of realise there does need to be a basic level of understanding and honesty if they don’t want to die. Only takes them five years.  7) are they the type who’s affectionate? if so - how do they show their affection? if not, is there a reason they’re not affectionate? When drunk especially, Celia will cling to Seb and tell him over and over how much she loves him, how pretty he is, how nice his hair is. They’re not super into PDA, an arm around the shoulder usually keeps them bot happy.  8) are they the type to go on dates? if so, to where? Cee likes dates. She likes fake dates too. Pretending not to know each other in a bar? Very hot. It’s like cheating but you’re cheating on your husband with your husband. Bar dates and dinner dates are fun and she’s not against a good old fashioned movie but she likes dumb kid dates too; laser tag, paint ball, crazy golf. She knows how to keep things dumb and fun.  9) would they stay in bed with mine all day? if so, doing what? Sex, movies, talking. If she can get a good long day in bed at least twice a month, she’s pretty happy. Usually it’s after one of them have been on a work trip for a while. Phones off, lights low, just them.  10) what’s a typical night between our muses look like? Cee has a pretty strict no phones or laptops at the dinner table rule, mostly for herself or she’ll never stop. So Seb will cook, she’ll sit on the counter, drink and gossip, then they sit down to have dinner. Often they’ll go off to do some more work, or maybe Seb will head out for a job or to plan a job. If he’s out, Cee will work in front of the TV until about eleven, although won’t sleep until he gets home. It’s a bad habit. If he’s not out, she’ll still go to bed about eleven but she can sleep if he’s there.  11) do they read together? if so, what? Not really, sometimes Cee will read out passages of the book she’s reading if she think Seb will like it or find it funny. However their genres don’t really cross because Cee has little to no interest in Russian sci-fi.  12) who washes the other’s hair in the shower? Not in the shower but Seb washes Cee’s hair in the bath. It sort of started as a bit of a joke, like Cee leaning back and demanding he wahes her hair, him saying no, it becoming a THING but over time it’s just something he does now, without really being asked; it runs shivers down Cee’s spine and she loves it.  13) who is the driver? or do they switch places? or do none of them drive? Usually Seb, although they don’t drive that much.  14) who likes to smack who’s ass for no reason other than laughs? or are they both well-behaved? Both. It can sometimes become a thing of who can slap the other harder but then Seb does it too hard and Cee gets upset and he has to be very sorry.  15) do they like movies? if so what movies would they watch with mine? Cee watches a lot of classic black and white films, although often ones than she’s already seen so she doesn’t really watch them, she likes them on a back ground noise. They tried to keep up a movie night where they weren’t allowed to check their phones and they would watch all the Best Film Oscar nominations but they kept getting fidgety or falling asleep.  16) do they communicate their problems or are they the type to hold everything in until someone becomes upset? Seb and Cee communicating issues of a pretty major issue in their relationship. Seb will just start fights instead of telling her he’s not doing great and Cee tends to keep it inside and taking it out on him with snarky little remarks. She reads a lot of self-help books on how to have good communications in a marriage but it’s not much use. 17) do you see them as the marrying type? It takes killing a guy but sure. And as much as Celia likes to tell Seb she’s going to divorce him, it’s not happened yet. Actually, she’s a big fan of being married to Seb.  18) if they had kids, who would be the fun parent? Probably Seb. But the danger is that they’re both the fun parent and there are no rules, which is why they don’t have kids. Instead, they are the fun uncle and aunt and that works for them.  19) do they get along with my muse’s parents? Cee did get along with Kat until she told Seb to kill her rabbit over his stupid name. She likes Thomas just fine. 

[jamesmeroney]

BEST Political Ideas at: AmericanAnswers.org

THE CASE AGAINST DONALD TRUMP

(Originally posted at Facebook/JimMeroney on 11/22/16)

1. Win at all costs is a lesson NO good parent teaches their kids. 2. Neither is being a bad sport (which summarizes ALL of  Trump’s whiney campaign). 3. The end justifies the means is not a lesson any moral person  adheres to.  4. You NEVER reward bad behavior is a lesson even  Kindergartners know. 5. You have what you tolerate, and you must be willing to  tolerate Chump antics in future politicians. 6. The GOP is NO LONGER the party of thinking more than  feelings, with UN-thinking Trump!  7. The GOP is NO LONGER the party of values voters! Hillary  Clinton ran a MUCH more moral campaign, despite her  several faults. 8. The GOP is no longer the religious right party, as even non- religious voters see the hypocrisy and power idolatry of  Christians voting for Trump! It also gives Jesus a bad  name.  9. If you put all the sins and gaffes of the past five GOP  nominees together (including their time in office), it DOESN’T  compare to Trumps campaign—much less four years in office! 10. Trump ONLY divided the GOP and the nation further. He is  NO uniter, at all! 11. The GOP’s chances at expanding their tent to minorities is  harmed for a LONG time with Trump! 12. What Trump did and said for 7/8ths of his campaign was the  real deal! Faking presidential and knowledgeable is OTHER  people controlling him, to be acceptable. 13. Trump’s behavior in the primary IS his credentials for why he  became the GOP nominee against sixteen BETTER-qualified  people. He CAN’T live down all he FREELY chose to do and  say. No one put a gun to his head and said act like a fool and  a buffoon. HE ALONE caused his OWN presidential backlash! 14. If policy alone matters (i.e., not personal temperament),  Kasich, Cruz, Rubio and Bush had policy down pat when  Trump had FEW ideas (i.e., up until his last three months of  the campaign)! 15. If policy is all that matters, you could have voted for a trained  chimp, robot or even Hitler, because he was wise enough to  HIDE his evils until he got in power.  16. Voting for ALL down-ballot Republicans was the ONLY wise  Republican choice, as Donald’s campaign HURTS the GOP’s  reputation with minorities (and others) for quite a while. 17. I expect president Trump to change into what more people  always wanted, but if you believe a political charlatan and  chameleon with the core he’s demonstrated, you will believe  anything, and you did drink the Kool-Aid!

THE EVIDENCE AGAINST DONALD TRUMP

By his OWN admission (i.e., actions and words), the following paraphrased evidence of Trump’s unfitness for office is offered as Exhibit A (NOT in priority order). It is ONLY an executive summary—MUCH more could be presented:

Sue-happy (NBC, Ms. America, Telemundo, and threatens to against sex abuse accusers). MOST Hispanic illegals are rapists and criminals. A Mexican judge can’t be fair to me. Lies that Mexico’s President never discussed the wall payment on his photo op trip to Mexico. We will have a deportation force. Mexico will pay for a 50 foot wall. I am calling for a complete Muslim ban. Mr. Khan has not sacrificed. I saw Muslims cheering after 9-11. I can’t say I respect women. Women are pigs and dogs. You can grab women’s __ if you’re a celebrity. I’d liked to nail Princess Di. Ms. Piggy. Miss housekeeper. Has been a Democrat (and contributed to them) all his adult life.  George Bush didn’t keep us safe. Jeb is as dumb as a box of rocks. Look at Fiorina’s face. There’s a lot of material to work with with Rand Paul. Little Marco. I’m going to spill the beans on Cruz’s wife. He couldn’t be elected dog catcher. Serial adulterer. Serial divorcer. “Two” Corinthians. Favorite Bible verse is an eye for an eye. Never asked God’s forgiveness for ANYTHING, but he’s a “Christian.”  Now, one year later, he’s a “baby Christian.” His own pastor hardly knows him. I know more than the generals about ISIS. Pro-choice all his life. Punish the aborting woman. Bomb the sh_ out of them. Tell them to go f_ themselves. Used the ‘P’ word in public (at his rally). NEVER apologizes. The cast of Hamilton should apologize to Pence (something Trump’s incapable of doing himself). I assure you my hands are not small, nor other parts of my anatomy. Blood was coming from Megyn Kelly’s wherever. I’d date my daughter if it was legal. Of course women flirted with me—it’s to be expected. The great thing about me is I’m SO rich. I’m so handsome. Six foot portrait of himself paid for with charity donations. Had NO detailed plans until the last three months of his campaign; only it will be great, yuge, we'll look into that, believe me! Levy 45 percent tariffs on China. Sell federal lands to foreigners to pay off our debt. Default on loans from China to pay down our debt. There may be riots in Cleveland. I want to punch that guy in the face. I could shoot someone on a New York City street and lose no support. I’ll pay your legal bills if you beat/punch that protester. POW’s are losers. John McCain and Mitt Romney are losers. I was for the Iraq War before I was against it. Skipped a GOP debate for a vet fund raiser (to make up for his gaffe), and the media pressured him to pay up. I couldn’t serve in the military from an ankle pain/spur that I can’t recall which foot it was on. Ted Cruz’s dad killed JFK.  Birther on Obama, Cruz and Rubio.  Everything is rigged (elections, the media, GOP primaries) or unfair.  If the GOP is not "fair" to me I may go third party (the man who started all the unfairness, and was ONLY unfair to every rival). Would never release his tax returns. Eighteen years of paying NO taxes. Would never prove his Wharton class rank. I’m my only adviser. I alone can fix it. I have the best words. I have a great brain. Daddy’s little $1 million loan to Donnie (and he’s the champion of the little guy?). Four (or more) bankruptcies. Unpaid illegal alien laborers. Outsourced many of his products.  Paid off a golf shot winner debt from charity funds. Settled Trump University lawsuit. Putin is my green room buddy/pal. Russia didn’t invade Ukraine.

NEED I SAY MORE?

[fredgamer159]

My story:

 Born on the 8th of March 2000, to a what I think is a wonderful family, I can’t get an honest answer anymore. My little brother was born later the 9th of September 2001. He is the first person who I absolutely love, he can do no wrong in my eyes and fortunately later in life he is a very likable guy and tries his best not to hurt people but, we are all human. Around age 7 I found out that my mother and father were in an abusive relationship which I saw first-hand; Memories that I can never forget, etched into my brain forever, my mum in tears on the cold, tiled kitchen floor where our eyes meet, I’m stood at the bottom of the stairs in the dark trying to hide to see more and trying to look away, but I can’t. Later after my mother and father split my dad tries to get himself a new girlfriend as quick as possible to hide the pain, he started to see a therapist and take medication for depression; Depression is a remarkably re-occurring theme in my life.

 My Dad got very mad, he was living in the living room of his impartial father who didn’t care for him, Grandad didn’t hate him just didn’t care but, he cared enough to take pity on him. Stuck back at his parent’s house after buying his first home at 21, having 2 children he can only see for 10 weeks a year and having most of his possessions lost to a storage company and a priceless car lost to an auto-garage. So, one day he broke, after having enough of my brother and I fighting he screamed and shouted, I cannot remember the words, he picked up my little brother and threw him against the couch so hard the three-seater tipped back on its feet. We were terrified, no more screaming and crying, we sat there for a moment in silence terrified of our father who was falling apart. Seeing his two sons terrified of him made him break, he dropped to his knees and started to cry, apologizing for his behavior repeatedly. He was my father, so I forgave him.

 My Mum buried herself in her work to afford the mortgage and trying her best to keep us entertained, she dated once but her relationships had all been screwed up until that point she could not tell a red flag from a green one; He drank vodka every day and could only try with my brother and I when we played his favorite game, golf, we got good at it too. After her second failed relationship, this time with a drunk, she sat in the back garden on the steps, just sat there crying into the night. Stumbling into her sat outside all I remember is her crying and hugging me, as I began to cry. She felt unloved and unwanted.

 Coming to year 6 It had been a terrible 5 years, being a pack mule of insults whenever we were to spend time with our father; Having to repeat all the terrible things that my mother called my father was painful, and likewise from my father about my mother. Internally, I was screaming for them to stop, I agonized for it, and I took it out on one of my friends. I hope he still thinks we were friends; he was extremely nice. I took advantage of my friends, I asked one to hold him down while I beat him. Like a coward. I expected everyone to turn on me, I felt like they should have, but they didn’t, they didn’t think this normal behavior and being honest. It wasn’t. I got help with some of my favorite teachers, we would walk during reading time, around the field and I got coloring sheets to do at home, for when I get angry. I never needed them, but I did them anyway. I can still remember the clear, thick plastic bag hanging on the cupboard door in my room, markers littering the bottom of the bag.

 Highschool karma slapped me hard, I became greatly depressed, I can’t remember my first year anymore, only the bullying, I got beat a few times and more psychological things like name calling and other things, my mother made it worse, when I acted out at home she called me names, one that sticks in my mind is “useless, little shit”, it hurt so much because it felt so accurate and betraying. I started to self-harm and strangulation, I even began to get closer to the train every morning, screaming inside to just jump in front and end it all because there is nothing I would ever amass to and I just wanted the pain to end.

 I was in and out of therapy for depression, at this point in time I rarely opened up, it felt pointless, “who wants to listen to my depressing story? Nobody willing puts themselves through that, they are paid.” And I got cleverer, I saw through the techniques they were using, and knowing how they break you down to understand you, you can adapt and build up differently. Best way to avoid therapy is to avoid depression, or having depression noticed. I became the most smiley and nicest person; I rarely gave anyone a bad rap. I joked and laughed and kept my head down and soon it went away, the questions I mean, the depression got worse.

 Relationships were never a reality for me in high school, understandably, I didn’t like relationships. I was once asked if I was gay and it struck me lightly, I didn’t care, what does it matter to them, but I gave them a sarcastic answer and moved on. Year 11, I got into a relationship early but not by choice, guilt tripped by a suicidal girl, I later didn’t care for it about a week later. She threatened suicide but I didn’t care, harsh I know but I just didn’t care.

 Having spent years in Beavers, Cubs and Scouts made me a very outdoorsy person. So, when I later signed up for a trip to India, I took a shining to it immediately. 3 weeks before leaving on this 2 week long hiking trip, I caught tonsillitis losing over 10kg in a week. Therefore, for me to make weight I had to spend 2 weeks at home, eating condensed milk and donuts. What a time to be alive. There is a handful of memories from the trip some good some bad. Having a foot race on the beach after diving into the Indian ocean while only knee deep because of school rules. I felt so free, on top of mountains higher than I’ve ever been taking 2 days to climb, being able to see from one state to another. Being able to aid in construction in a school and purchasing as many supplies as we could spare.

 My first girlfriend came briefly before India, my friend had asked me if I have noticed a new girl. Me, thinking this is normal guy talk, said “no, come on man you know I’m not about relationships” he turns and tells me she found me rather attractive, obviously having depression made me lose a lot of weight and training for India and Sunday league football made me fit. Asking him how he knows this he states “I’m friends with her, and she said, and I quote ‘I want to sit on his face all night’” now for a nerdy dude this felt like a porno, this had never happened to me.

 After having a few conversations with her, she had stated that she and her girlfriends were having a Halloween party, so after begging my friends to come with and being denied, I rocked up to the address, alone, with some beer in hand and knocked on the door. Immediately some rather pretty and popular girls at school pull me in, screaming and shouting, they pulled my beers away from me and shoved me into the arms of the host in the living dancing by herself in a tiny red-riding hood outfit with black heels and thigh high socks, high off ecstasy, she pulled me in for my first kiss. Yea, 16 Years old and alone in a random person’s house with an extremely attractive girl, how fucking dumb was I, but it’s all true. Having sat down and her getting me one of my beers her friends pounced on me to ask me how it was, “do you like her?” “how was the kiss?” “was that your first kiss?” “are you going to call her?”: Yes, Great! Yes and abso-fucking-lutley.

 4 Years later, after I struggle to get into University and being the luckiest person in the world, I held onto the Architecture dream. We break up, late October 2020. All the pain we caused each other; I don’t know what I did sometimes, but I knew I hurt her. She cheated on me, way back in 2018 but I didn’t learn till 2019, she went on a singles night with my friends, necking on with one of them, I didn’t want to know the rest. But like a moron I stayed with her. Taking her to Disneyland and being the only one with a job the entire time.

 Now my younger brother has surpassed me, I hate him for doing so but I am prouder of him. I am alone with minimal friends and no GF, struggling to fit in with university as I’m 21 and only in my first year while in corona virus lockdown, with constant headaches from stress. So, my online therapist tells me, it’s a manifestation of my pain, and my inability to tell people I’m in mental pain and need help and time is becoming real. So here I am writing my pain, my sorrows, and my heart for people to bare. This is totally biased and one sided and is only my pain, not all of me. I try to be happy, but I am depressed but too stubborn and angry to die. I feel like the universe is this great evil for everything it has done. I don’t know if I should end it all or live and become the most powerful person out of spite. I don’t know. I am trying to rediscover myself. Thank you for reading.

[thornstocutyouwith]

Name: Kamryn Algernon Ukko Austen Nyström  

Meaning of Name: Kamryn: Crooked Nose, Algernon: With mustaches, Ukko:  is the primary (Finnish) deity — the god of thunder and the sky/ “Old Man”,  Austen: great and magnificent,  Nyström: New river

Nickname(s): Kam, Algie, Al, Aussie, Ny

Age: 28

Birthday: February 12

Nationality: American, Scottish, Finnish, Italian, German, Swedish,

Accent: Yes

Language spoken: English, Italian, German, Swedish, Gaelic

Powers:

Unknown

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Pollen allergy, Allergic to wasps, Unspecific trauma related disorders in his childhood, Anxiety,

Pet: Gecko (Male, Asterix)

Occupation: Undercover FBI Agent, Owner of The Sword is Mightier Than the Pen bookstore (Or The Pen for short)

Faceclaim: Chris Wood

Description:  

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry:

Height: 6′ 3″

Weight: 190

Body Build: Athletic

Backstory/Background: 

Past

Kamryn was born into a middle-class family only two days before Valentine’s day to his American mother and Scottish father. His father had been married once before and had had two children before marrying his mother and having his older sister and him. Kamryn being the youngest of the four children in the family was often babied and doted on. Though he had shown signs of being quite a smart young boy who often amazed his parents, as he seemed to adapt to and pick up on things quickly. Though things were not always as happy. His father had worked himself practically to the bone at a factory.

While his mother stayed at home to take care of her two children, plus the older two children who had moved from Scotland to live with their father after a nasty divorce from their abusive mother. Money had been tight but Halle and Kenneth Nyström managed to keep a happy, clean family home life for the four children. Though as most stories go, not everything good can last. While out with the young Kamryn, one a day trip to take care of bills and other such things that needed to be done while Kenneth had been at work most of the day, gunshots rang out.

Several stray bullets managed to strike the pair while they were walking along the sidewalks to attend to the day’s errand. Striking Halle in the head and chest and Kamryn in the gut and one of his hands. Kamryn did not talk for a long time after the traumatizing experience at such a young age. His father had sent him to therapy to help him open up again. In time the young boy managed to forget about the incident as he grew older and into adulthood. Though through the family he knew what had happened to his mother. Which had inspired him for the most part to join up with the FBI. Though sometimes he is often still startled by loud bangs and the sight of blood leaves him nauseous. Kamryn has made a life for himself, ending up on the FBI and undercover as a bookstore owner.

Present

With gang activity picking up Kamryn has taken on an undercover assignment, making his bookstore the front for his undercover operations. Though has only owned the bookstore and been undercover for a few months he has, unknowingly gotten to know some of the gang members he’s been assigned to infiltrate, from either of the gangs he’s observing. Though there has been an incident in recent months that made his current position stagnant.

After a party at the beach where one gang fired upon the other Kamryn was one of the people who ended up being shot and had been in hospital for several weeks following the incident, only recently getting out and back on his feet and to good health, or seemingly so, since this shootout happened.

Future

(Work in Progress)

Criminal History:

One might think that someone who might come from Kamryn’s background may never have committed a crime.  Though in his teen years he did run with a small gang for a short while. They were an underground organization that ended up getting caught because at the time the entire organization had been young teenagers and their leader hacked the wrong person. Which ultimately lead to his capture as he tried running and was caught red-handed with certain government intelligence he should not have had on a save file. A dumb kid kind of mistake.

This lead to Kamryn’s interest being fixated on becoming an FBI agent. Seeing it as more rewarding overall. Though while he had been under arrest. The one last time and asking about how to join up with the FBI he had overheard one officer talking about the murder of his mother, still an accident. But he had heard it had been in connection with a certain organization that he could not quite catch the name of. After that he was released, his bail paid, he spent some time in juvenile detention before being released back into the population with his records erased.

Personality:

Conscientiousness, Determined, Zany,  Brutal,  Considerate, Cultured, Curious, Logical, Attractive, Amoral, Perceptive, Practical, Observant, Empathetic, Deceptive, Stubborn, Ambitious, Neutral, Impersonal, Unpredictable, Unfathomable, Stylish, Undemanding, Stern, Modern, Morbid, Offhand, Secretive, Grim, Assertive, Opportunistic, Phlegmatic

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Hums, Believes in mythical creatures, Fidgets when nervous, Likes to improve things to make them more efficient, When he gets bored he spaces out, 122 IQ, Greysexual, Has duel degrees one in criminal psychology and the other a masters in science, Blood type: A+

Likes: Organic vegetables, Jigsaw puzzles, Escapology, Science, Blueberry muffins, Golf, Yoga, Hockey, Baking, Football, Watching sports, Palm reading, Roast, Sailing, Swimming, Relaxing, Fencing, Watching television, Photography, Helping old ladies across the road, Martial arts, Tree shaping, Looking for clues, Interviewing suspects, Watching YouTube videos, Tea, Table top games, Art, Reading, Botany, Topiaries, Ballroom dancing, Jack o'lanterns, Llamas, Nifty hats, Rocks, Sparring,

Dislikes: Olives, Chess, Cookery, Walking, Listening to the radio, Badminton, Charity work, Milkshakes, Jam crackers, Soup, Horse riding, Donating blood,   Playlists, Pizza, Blood, Alternative music, Medieval music, Dolphins, Medieval history, Live-action roleplaying, The saxophone,

Fears: Centipedes, Failure,  His cover being blown,

Personality Tests: ENTJ-A, The Challenger, The Enthusiast, The Loyalist, 8w7 The Nonconformist, Moral Alignment: Neutral, Gryffindor,  Gryffinclaw, Wampus/Horned Serpent, Hippogriff Patronus, Element: Air,  Left brained, Right handed, Temperament: Sanguine/Phlegmatic,

Other: Aquarius, Chinese Zodiac: Water Monkey, Haab’ Mayan Zodiac: Falcon/Frog, Celtic Zodiac: Cat/Rowan,  Mayan Zodiac: The Wind,

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 -> Father: Kenneth Nyström

 -> Mother: Halle Nyström

Sibling(s): Caelan Nyström (Older half brother), 1 older half sister, 1 older full blood sister,

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[whipashwhipash]

Disney- 6

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5

The next morning Jughead expected to wake up with his nose filled with the scent of her girlfriend, strawberry and vanilla. But instead all he smelt was unmistakably Archie. Sweat and cheap cologne.  

He pulled himself out of the bed and into the bathroom, eyes almost closed. After he finally cleaned himself up and put on his outfit for the day, grateful that when he came out of the bathroom Archie was already awake. He was so happy that he didn’t have to wake up the cranky sleeping beauty.

“Ok let’s go, we have to go meet the girls in ten minutes.” Jughead said, sitting on the couch while Archie pulls on his blue jeans and a Donald Duck shirt that he probably bought the day before.

They finally changed and closed the hotel room door behind them. They saw two girls sitting outside on a bench, a blonde ponytail resting on a raven haired girls shoulder.

“Hey" Archie said, walking towards the two girls.

They both stood up and adjusted their bags, Veronica never looking at Jughead, and Betty only giving him a small glance and a baby smile.

Oh how much he wanted to go and kiss her on those lips.

But he couldn’t. Because of Adam.

The four teenagers went and found their way onto a bus and made their way to the park of the day, Epcot. They would all usually be excited out of their minds to still be in Disney, but there was some sort of moodiness that had washed over the group, that even the happiest place on earth couldn’t fix.

“I’m going to go talk to Betty and see if she’s ok. I’ll send Veronica back here.” Archie said, tapping jughead on the shoulder. By the time Veronica and Archie switched spots on the bus, they had arrived at the park. They all hopped off of the bus and entered the park, Betty and Archie still walking together.

“So, what’s up with you?” Veronica asked, nudging Jughead’s arm with her own. It was a weird feeling for him. Veronica and Jughead had never really bonded. Or talked alone for that matter.

“Nothing.” Jughead said, trying to ignore the intense stare from her girlfriends best friend.

“Jones, we may not be best friends, but you are my best friends girlfriend. And I can read people. So, what is going on in that dark Holden Caulfield brain on yours?” Veronica asked, tapping her manicured fingers on his knitted beanie.

“Ok, you know Adam?” Jughead said as Veronica nodded along with the taller boy. “Well I know for sure that he likes Betty. And yesterday I saw him and her and they were close. Like very close. And I think she might like him more.”

Veronica just laughed at the boy and rolled her eyes at his stupidity. “Are you kidding me? There is no way that that little blonde princess has any non-platonic emotions for the Justin Bieber wannabe. He may have some feelings for her, but those emotions are not returned.”

“Really?”  Jughead said, smiling down at the little feisty girl.

“Of course you idiot. She��s dating you, right?” Veronica said. Before it could pass through his head Veronica and her black heels were rushing off and grabbing Betty’s arm, pulling her away from the two boys.

“So what was that about?” Archie said as Jughead walked up towards him.

“Just your girlfriends reminding me that her best friend is still my best friend.” Jughead said, smiling at the redhead.

“So let’s go and get food. I’m starving.” Archie said as they went up to the first churro stand that they saw.

Throughout the day Jughead continued to try to get Betty alone to talk, but she wasn’t having it. She would pull Archie away to sit next to her on a ride, or Veronica to go to the bathroom or to go try on something in a store. She did whatever she could to get away from Jughead that day.

After they had lunch Betty and Veronica went and left the two boys for what they called a 'girl day’. Archie said it was fine but Jughead tried to give Archie a look, saying that he wasn’t okay with it and he needed to talk to Betty about what happened the night before.

Once the girls went off their way Jughead instantly turned to his best friend and pushed him a little but.

“Dude! Why? I need to talk to Betty!” Jughead said as they walked over to where Mission Space was.

“You can find her later. We need to hang out as bros! We never get top anymore since you got a girlfriend.” Archie said, mumbling the last part.

“Um, so what is Veronica to you? Friend? Sister? Girlfriend? Dude! It wasn’t just me and Betty who got together! You and Veronica did too.” Jughead said, giving him a light punch on the shoulder.

“Yeah you’re right. I guess were just too good looking to not have girlfriends.” Archie said, chuckling. They made their way into the Mission Space line, choosing the orange level.

It was about 5 hours of just the boys going around the park and going on different rides, and going and creating more and more cars on test track. They also went and ate every single things that they could find in the park.

Jughead almost forgot about everything that was happening with Betty after spending so much  time with Archie. But then, Veronica came back and popped his bubble. She said a quick hello to Jughead and turned to Archie and started a full on

“Where’s Betty?” Jughead said, completely ignoring whatever the couple were talking about.

“She went around by herself, and I think she wants to go on Ellen’s Energy Adventure later, if you want to find her.” Veronica said, winking.

“Can you ask her when she’s going on it?” Jughead asked, slowly shuffling towards the raven haired princess.

“Fine. Only because you messed up and my best friend thinks you want to break up with her.” Veronica said, making Jughead jump backwards a little bit.

“She thinks I want to break up with her? No!” Jughead said, now standing right next to the brunette, looking over her shoulder at her text messages with Betty.

I’m going in like fifteen minutes. I’m just getting a churro rn.

“There you go! She’s going to be there in fifteen minutes. So, go little Romeo! Go save your relationship.” Veronica said, giggling at the floppy haired boy as he made his way over to the ride that he was planning on meeting Betty at.

He went into the giant room and waited for the blonde to come so he could finally talk to him. He waited and as soon as Ellen came on one of the giant screens and started to talk about Jeopardy, his phone buzzed. He pulled it our of his pocket and saw that Veronica had texted him.

She’s not going there. Decided to do it later. She’s on her way to Spaceship Earth now.

He rolled his eyes and rushed out of the dark room, running towards the big golf ball that was in the middle of the well known park. He made it to the very end of line to enter the ride. He waited almost 20 minutes until he was right about to enter spaceship earth, until he saw an unmistakable blonde ponytail bobbing away from the line. She probably decided that she wanted to get off of the ride or she needed to go to the bathroom or something.

“Oh crap. Betty!” Jughead screamed from his spot in the line, getting ready to hop over the metal barrier that kept the line in, well, line. He grabbed the top part of it and jumped over it, both legs at the same time. He bolted away from the line, ignoring the cast member that was getting mad at him for jumping the barrier. He ignored the yelling that was coming from behind of him.

“Betty! Betty Cooper! Bets!” Jughead yelled, smiling when she turned around after she heard her nickname.

“Hey Jug.” Betty said, only a small smile forming on her face.

“Hey! I’ve been trying to find you all day.” Jughead said, walking up towards the beautiful blonde that was in front of you.

“Oh, sorry. I just wanted to hang out with Veronica and then she wanted to hang out with her boyfriend so I decided to walk around a bit myself.”, Betty said, lightly shrugging her shoulders.

“Makes sense. Anyway, I need to talk to you about something.” Jughead said, grabbing one of Betty’s hands. She looked down and Jughead could see a small blush creeping up on her cheeks, but she wasn’t smiling.

“Yeah, sure. Why don’t we go sit down.” Betty said, pulling her boyfriend to a bench on the outside of a store.

“First things first, I don’t want to break up with you.” Jughead said as soon as they sat down on the wooden bench.

“You don’t?” Betty said, her small smile turning into a full grin.

“No, of course not. Never in my life would I want to break up with you Betty.” Jughead said, tucking a small piece of blonde hair between her ear.

“Well then why were you ignoring me yesterday? And why did you want to switch rooms?” Betty said, looking down at their conjoined hands.

“I saw you with Adam yesterday when I went to the bathroom, going onto Expedition Everest. And I know that it’s not a good reason to be annoyed and I trust you completely, it's just him I don’t trust. And I thought that if I spent a night not with you and witch Archie I would feel better in the morning, but I didn’t. I needed you and I was the one to leave. And seeing you sad last night and today showed me that if were apart, we don’t work. We need to be together. I love you and always want to be with you.” Jughead said, now leaning his forehead against hers.

“I love you too Juggie.” Betty said, standing up. He raised his eyebrows in confusion, but instead of answering him she just giggled and pulled him up.

“We have a fireworks show and dinner dumb butt.” Betty said, pulling him towards Italy, where they would be having dinner that night.

“So you guys made up?” Veronica said as they sat down for dinner, smiling at their hand holding.

“Yep.” Betty said, smiling at the three other teens sitting at the table.

Throughout dinner, they talked about their favourite memories, their Instagram posts, how much their parents have texted them, and how much they will remember the best trip ever.

Dinner finally ended and they were on their way to where they were going to watch the final fireworks show of the trip. The sky was darkening and people were gathering around them, ready for the show that was going to be happening.

As soon as they were starting to complain about the waiting, the first firework went off. It was bright red and ginormous, and soon white, orange, green and blue fireworks joined it, going along to very famous Disney songs.

The show was almost over and Betty turned to Jughead, who was very intently watching the bright colours explode right in from of his face.

“You promise you will trust me?” Betty said, snapping Jughead out of his daze.

“I promise.” Jughead said, leaning down to her height.

And, as all cheesy movies end, they sealed their promise with a kiss, and with perfect timing the last firework went off behind them.

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed my longest Multi-Chapter fan fiction, and I am here to let you know that this is officially the last chapter of Disney World! I really wanted to finish it because I have many more ideas in the works!

[ktrsss1fics]

Can you do a Fergie and Niall blurb about a pregnancy scare? Pretty please x

“Where’d Britt disappear to?” Niall asked scanning the living room not finding his friend in her usual spot.

Dave kept his eyes glued to the tv. “Dunno.”

It was a little bit after lunch on a Saturday. Niall was in town for a bit and was planning on spending his free time with his best friend. A trip to the cinema had been planned for the evening when Georgina and Jamie got off work.

He hadn’t noticed when Brittany left. It was unusual for her to slip away without saying anything. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text. A loud buzzing could be heard in the kitchen. He craned his neck around to see if she was standing there but she wasn’t. Her phone was resting by itself on the counter.

A few moments passed before the front door opened and a tired looking girl that he had a major crush on rushed inside.

“Fergie?” Niall asked confused.

She shot him a look. “Not now Horan.”

Without another word, she stormed down the hallway before disappearing into Britt and Dave’s bedroom. Her abrupt behavior was weird.

“What do you think is going on?” Niall asked resting back in his seat.

“Dunno.” Dave mumbled.

Niall rolled his eyes before nudging his friend. He knew something was up. His friend wasn’t this oblivious to things happening in his own house. Dave just sent him a confused look.

“Mate, what the fucks goin on?” Niall said in a serious tone.

Dave scratched the back of his head before clearing his throat. “Found a pregnancy test in the bin last night.”

Niall’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“Yeah.” Dave sighed. “I haven’t told her I found it. Figured that’s what Fergs is here for. I just – I just didn’t know how to bring it up.”

“Were you trying?” Niall asked cautiously.

“No. That’s why we’re fucked. We weren’t trying and like I don’t think we are ready if she is in fact you know.” Dave mumbled. “I am barely staying afloat at work. How are we gonna handle a child?”

Niall placed a hand on Dave’s shoulder. He couldn’t imagine how stressed his friend was feeling. Niall knew they wanted to have kids but not for a while – a few years down the road when they were married and had a house.

Dave exhaled slowly as he gave Niall’s hand a brief pat, “I don’t know what we are gonna do Ni.”

“Did it say whether she was positive or not?” Niall asked.

Dave shrugged. “I was too scared to look.”

“I can go check on them if you want?” Niall offered.

Dave shook his head. “I don’t want you to experience the wrath of Fergie.”

Niall nodded, “You have a point.”

“Let’s just uh wait it out, yeah?” Dave said patting Niall’s leg before focusing back on the game of golf being shown on tv.

The two men sat in silence.

Five minutes had passed before Georgina walked into the room and plopped down on the couch. Both boys looked in her direction but didn’t say a word. She focused her attention to the television screen tuning them out. Dave nudged Niall’s leg hoping he’d be the first one to speak.

Before Niall could say something, Brittany beat him to it.

“Georgina!” Brittany called from her room.

“David go check on your girl.” Georgina said with a sigh.

“But she–” Dave said confused.

Georgina turned towards the boys and simply repeated her words, “David. Go. Check. On. Your. Girl.”

Dave stood up and headed towards his room not wanting to get yelled at by either women. Once he disappeared, Georgina turned towards Niall. He looked a tad bit worried.

“He tell you?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“About what he found in the bin?” Niall asked - his voice soft and timid.

She nodded.

“He’s scared shitless right now.” Niall said nervously.

“I’m going to go gray because of these two.” Georgina sighed resting her head on the back of the couch. “She’s not.”

“How do you know?” He asked leaning back into the cushions.

“She’s taken four tests and they are all negative.” She said looking at him.

He nodded. “Oh.”

“My name was our code word for negative.” She explained hoping to erase the confused look off his face.

“So they are good?” He asked.

Georgina nodded before letting out a yawn. “I worked my ass off for the past two hours just for it to be negative.”

“Was wonderin why you were here so early.” He said with a smile.

“Actually I just came to watch this snoozefest with you while she chews him out for not talking to her.” She said dryly.

“He did go into panic mode, didn’t he?” He said laughing at her quick remark.

“I guess she could tell something was bothering him last night and she just wanted to make sure she really wasn’t pregnant because she handled her dumb boy issues.” Georgina explained.

“Could you imagine if it was positive?” He said.

“He would have a heart attack.” Georgina snorted. “He would have a heart attack and die which would leave her a single mother and widower.”

“She’d pulled him out of the grave and force him to be a father.” Niall said, which was a pretty fair statement.

“Out of everyone we know, they are the least ready to be parents.” Georgina said.

“I reckon I could do it but I’m not looking to have any kids any time soon.” Niall said glancing at the tv.

Georgina shuddered. “Definitely no kids yet.”

“I’m barely twenty-one. I’m still a kid me self.” He said with a shake of his head.

“I had a scare when I was fifteen and that scared me straight.” Georgina said quietly.

Niall looked taken aback. “Really?”

“Yep.” She said looking at the tv embarrassed. “It was a shitty time.”

“I’m sorry.” Niall said.

She just shrugged. “It happened and I’ve grown from it.”

“That’s a hell of a life lesson.” He said.

“It was. That’s why you gotta keep that shit wrapped tight or some girl will be filing for child support for the next eighteen years.” Georgina nodded at his crotch.

Niall erupted into laughter beside her.

“I’m serious Horan. You’ve got that celebrity sperm. Girls go cuckoo for that shit.” She said passionately. “You gotta use the bigger head next time you get a girl in the sack.”

“You are too fucking much Fergie.” He said wiping tears from his eyes. “Too fucking much.”

[antoine-roquentin]

When it comes to playing the role of an idiot, Donald Trump, Jr. is certainly no Prince Myshkin. He doesn’t even rise to the level of Faulkner’s Benjy Compson. Still, it may be possible to squeeze out a little bit of empathy for the man-child of Park Avenue.

Yes, I know, in most respects Micro-Donald is an utterly unappetizing specimen of humanity, who flies around the planet slaughtering rare species (such as this endangered leopard) for bloody selfies. But the boy is the progeny of Donald Trump and who among us would want to endure the torments of that brand of child-rearing? By all accounts, Trump’s parenting skills were stern, cold and brutal. There were no games of catch in Central Park, no camping trips to the Adirondacks, no help with homework.

“When I spent time with my father it wasn’t playing ball in the backyard,” Donnie told the New York Times in 2010. “I came to his office and listened to him do business or sat in on meetings.”

For most of Donnie’s childhood, he rarely saw his father or mother. He was nurtured by Irish nannies and Ivana’s mother and then shipped off to The Hill, a boarding school for the children of elites in Potsdown, Pennsylvania.

Don’s sister Ivanka, whom Trump seems smitten by, described what it was like when Daddy decided to play his satyr-like pranks with the kids, often on the ski slopes in Aspen. “We were sort of bred to be competitive,” Ivanka recalled. “Dad encourages it. I remember skiing with him and we were racing. I was ahead, and he reached his ski pole out and pulled me back.” But for the grace of Odin, Ivanka, Eric and Don could have ended up as slopekill like that other wayward scion Michael Kennedy.

When Micro-Donald was twelve, he had to endure the tabloid spectacle of his father excoriating his mother, Ivana, in the press, while squiring the Georgia beauty queen Marla Maples. Later, he learned that his mother had accused his father of sexually assaulting her (an accusation later withdrawn as part of a legal settlement.) For years afterwards, the son kept himself at a chilly distance from his despotic father. Many children raised in similarly frigid circumstances development so-called “attachment disorders” and end up torturing animals. Donald Jr. started killing them.

Then when young Donald followed his father’s footsteps to the Wharton School of Business at the University of Pennsylvania, a thawing in relations ensued. Sadly, this familial warming proved more of a short-term heat spell rather than a true change in climate. According to an account from Micro-Donald’s dorm-mate, a man called Scott Melker, there came a time when word spread through the dorm that Donald Trump himself would be visiting to take his son to a Yankees game. Many of the dorm’s residents crowded together near young Donald’s room to catch a glimpse of the tycoon.

Daddy Trump cut his way through the crowd of students and knocked on Micro-Donald’s door. Donnie answered with a smile, proudly wearing his Yankee jersey. This fashion crime enraged Trump, who slapped Donnie so hard in the face that his son crumpled to the floor. The father looked down on his fallen son and, according to Melker, sneered: “Put on a suit and meet me outside.”

His friends noticed a change in Donnie after that brutal interaction with good old dad. He started drowning his shame with booze and fed his gnawing rage by blasting away at ungulates and predators. After graduation, Micro-Donald drifted away from Manhattan to Colorado, where he worked for some time as a bartender. In 20o1, he was busted for public drunkenness in New Orleans.

But like many neglected and abused children, Micro-Donald soon headed back east, seeking approval and affection from his icy and tyrannical father. “To be fairly candid,” Donnie told New Yorkmagazine in 2004. “I used to drink a lot and party pretty hard, and it wasn’t something that I was particularly good at. I mean, I was good at it, but I couldn’t do it in moderation. About two years ago, I quit drinking entirely. I have too much of an opportunity to make something of myself, be successful in my own right. Why blow it?”

For the next few years, Micro-Donald toiled in the anterooms of Trump Tower working on minor real estate deals, making occasional appearances on “The Apprentice,” trying to please Daddy by playing golf more than fishing, and learning how to dress for success. It was during this training period that father introduced son to the woman who would become Donnie’s wife, the blonde model and beauty contestant Vanessa Kay Haydon. The Made-for-Reality-TV couple was married in 2005 at Mar-a-Lago.

Now rehabilitated, Junior was sent forth into the world to stamp the Trump brand on golf courses, casinos, and gaudy towers from Dubai to Panama City. Along the way, the tycoon-in-training often let slip family secrets, such as his boastful statement in 2008 about the Trump Organization’s business dealings in Russia. “We see a lot of money pouring in from Russia,” Donnie said. “There’s indeed a lot of money coming for new-builds and resale reflecting a trend in the Russian economy and, of course, the weak dollar versus the ruble.”

By that time, Micro-Donald had made at least six trips to Russia, negotiating deals ranging from the promotion of Trump Super Premium Vodka to a failed Russian reality show starring a mixed martial arts fighter. Quality stuff. He made his first expedition to Russia in 2006, where he was introduced to Russian oligarchs by Felix Sater, a Russian-born real estate magnate and Trump business associate. Among the Russian bigwigs Junior met on that maiden trip was Aras Agalarov,  the Moscow construction kingpin and father of pop star Emin Agalarov, represented by the rotund impresario Rod Goldstone.

All of this is by way of saying that Don Jr. had much more experience in Russia than his father. He knows the lay of the land, the players and the politics. It was Don Jr. who arranged the Miss Universe contest in Moscow in 2013 and tried to negotiated a deal to build a new Trump tower in the Russian capital, alas another doomed venture. In other words, Little Donny might be an idiot, but he is not a naive idiot. Not about deal-making in Russia, anyway.

So what was going through Micro-Don’s mind when he saw the subject heading in Rod Goldstone’s email: “Russia – Clinton – private and confidential.” Was there a flash of excitement? Did he say to himself? Now I might have something that will really impress him, something that might elevate me in his esteem above that nosy Jared, his sibling-in-law rival? Or as he read deeper into the message, and absorbed the explicit, almost too explicit, offer from an emissary of the Russian Government of “documents and information that would incriminate Hillary,” did some other notion begin to form in his subconscious?

When Don Jr. agreed to the fateful meeting in Trump Tower with a Moscow lawyer with tenuous ties to the Kremlin and a former Russian military intelligence officer bearing gifts and decided to rope Paul Manafort and Jared Kushner into it, did he think he had finally found the ticket to an improbable victory for his father? Or did some other motive begin to percolate in the Oedipal depths of his psyche, tempting him with the idea that in one wild stroke he could sow the seeds for the future fall of the house of Trump?

As attractive as that notion is in a literary sense, such a revenge play authored by Jr. is also improbable. The hubris of the Trump family is surpassed only by their stupidity. As a brood, they are too dumb for Greek tragedy.

[jaceheavendale]

Before You Go ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

It was stupid. It was a really fucking stupid idea, and she knew it. As soon as Zach opened his mouth it was guaranteed that whatever came out would be an outstandingly bad idea. And it was.

Zach’s family was out of town, so naturally that was cause enough to have a kickback. Without much coaxing from Zach and Montgomery, she agreed to hangout with them and their friends. It wasn’t like her, not really. She didn’t partake in their idiotic endeavors. But it had been a rough week and she wasn’t doing too well. She didn’t want to talk about it. She just wanted to distract herself with bad ideas and bad influences.

“Since when do you hangout with them?” Jeff had questioned, his arms crossed over his chest tightly in a way that made the veins pop out.

“Me and Zach have always been friends, you know that,” She shot back, not wanting to have this conversation.

“Okay but you hate Bryce. You have literally referred to him as ‘everything you despise in this world’. And you’re not overly fond of Montgomery either,” he pinched the bridge of his nose in the way that he always did when he was frustrated and didn’t understand.

“I’m not asking for your permission. You’re not my third parental guardian,” she snapped, her tone a lot harsher than it should have been. He wasn’t being controlling, he wasn’t telling her not to go. He just didn’t understand why she wasn’t acting like herself.

“I know, and I’m not trying to be,” he sighed, his lips were pressed together tightly, “Before you go just tell me why. You’ve been acting different and now you’re hellbent on hanging out with people you don’t even really like that much. You know they’re not gonna get up to some stupid shit.”

“Bye, Jeff,” she walked away. Her voice was flat and her face was expressionless.

“Just be careful, please!” He called after her, but it went in one ear and out the other.

Why do we push away those who care the most and run all too willingly to those who don’t really give a damn? Maybe because when someone cares they make you confront the things weighing you down. Maybe because when someone doesn’t care they’re more than happy to encourage every rash impulse you have. Sometimes we don’t want to talk through our problems. Sometimes we want to drink a fifth of vodka and forget our own names.

The kickback had started out fine enough. All the usual suspects were there and it was chill. But then Montgomery noticed the two new golf carts parked outside. They were shiny and untouched, completely untarnished. That was an invitation, and an ominous one at that. Everything Montgomery touched turned to ruins.

It all sounded like so much fun. Let’s race the golf carts. What could go wrong? The better question would’ve been, what could possibly go right?

It was fun, at first. It was fun until she found herself on the ground, her head aching and everything blurry. The shrieking of metal rang in her ears as everything had come back into focus. They crashed. It wasn’t catastrophic, but there was damage— damage to the carts, damage to them.

Her face felt wet and her right eye felt swollen. She didn’t have to look in a mirror to know there was a gash on her right temple while her right eye was bruising. Suddenly she didn’t want to be there anymore.

Zach had, unsuccessfully, pleaded with her to stay. She wasn’t having it. She shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

So now she stands on Jeff’s front porch with a dish towel pressed against her temple, feet shifting anxiously. Zach had dropped her off since he had been relatively unscathed in the wreck, just a few superficial scrapes. Zach’s a good friend, but he’s a little dumb and very much not Jeff.

The door swings open, causing her to jump back slightly. The light leaking out from the opening causes her eyes to squint as her figure is illuminated, blood splotches and all. Jeff stands in the center of the doorway with a confused expression twisting his features until he registers what he’s looking at. He blinks hard in surprise, his lips parting to say something.

“Before you say anything,” she stops him, “I completely acknowledge that I’m a fucking idiot, and trust me, I hate me more than you do right now.”

“Babe,” he sighs exasperatedly, “ I don’t think you’re an idiot, and I could never hate you. But I am on the verge of a heart attack, so please come inside and tell me what happened.”

She nods in compliance, following him into the house. They walk up the stairs in silence. The house is empty except for them. She regrets every decision she’s made in the past twenty four hours. She gave up a night alone with her boyfriend to get in a golf cart wreck with Liberty High’s most infamous jocks.

They reach the bathroom and she hops up onto the counter, waiting for Jeff to finish collecting whatever it is he thinks will patch her up. She parts her legs for him to stand between as he reaches to take the blood soaked towel out of her grip.

He frowns when he sees the gash on her temple. It’s not too deep, but it still doesn’t paint a pretty picture. The bleeding has stopped but the bruising becomes harsher as time passes. The feeling of cold water being dabbed onto her temple is soothing, or maybe it’s just Jeff’s presence.

“We crashed some golf carts,” she says quietly, looking up at Jeff through wet lashes.

“Is everyone okay?” he asks, reaching for the rubbing alcohol. The cotton pad becomes saturated with the liquid before he brings it to her wound. The second it grazes her skin she lets out a hiss of pain, gripping the edge of the counter.

“Yeah,” she breathes out as the pain subsides, “Everyone is fine.”

“Did it make you feel better?” he inquires as he places a series of butterfly bandaids on her skin to close to gash. His voice is so calm.

“No,” she whispers, “It only made it worse.” She drops her head to rest on Jeff’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around his torso. He envelopes her in his arms, rubbing circles on her back with one hand and stroking her hair with the other.

“Then why’d you do it?” he asks softly.

“I’m so stressed and nothing is going right. I’m so tired,” her voice cracks as she bites back tears.The weight of everything hangs over her. It’s overwhelming and it makes it hard to breathe.

“You’re okay,” he coos, “I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry, Jeff. I’m so sorry,” she says into his shoulder as a few tears escape.

He pulls back to take her face between his hands, wiping the few stray tears making a trail down her bruised face. “You’re forgiven. Honestly you were forgiven the moment you showed up at my door. Just don’t shut me out, okay? Your problems are my problems and I don’t want you to ever have to go through anything alone.”

“I won’t,” she promises, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers against her lips as he presses his against hers in a soft peck. “I love you,” he echoes as he kisses her nose. “I love you,” he breathes as he kisses her forehead. He repeats it for each part of her face his lips touch.

“I am so lucky to live in a world where you exist,” she smiles serenely.

“Yo soy el afortunado,” he grins backs, “How about I run you a bath?”

“That sounds absolutely perfect. Boyfriend of the year award,” she gushes, kissing his face.

“Yeah well you’ve had a rough week and you could use some relaxation,” he rubs his hands down her arms before turning towards the bath, “also you smell like blood and dirt.”

She rolls her eyes, hopping off the counter whilst removing her clothing.”I’ll forgive you for that jab if you get in the bath with me.”

“Think we can both fit?” he arches an eyebrow.

“We’ll just have to get close,” she grins, tugging the hem of his shirt up to pull it over his head.

*** The warmth of the bath water caresses her skin as she lays with her back pressed against her boyfriend’s chest. Her eyes are shut as she lets the rest of her senses absorb how at peace she is in this moment.

“This is so relaxing,” she sighs, cuddling further against Jeff.

“Mhmm,” he hums in agreement as he dips his head to kiss her cheek, then her neck, then her shoulder. “How does your head feel?”

“Hurts,” she shrugs casually.

“Do you want me to go get you an ice pack?” he offers, concern dripping off the words.

“I don’t want you going anywhere. I’ll grab one before I go,” she assures, tilting her head back to kiss the base of his throat.

“Uh huh, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting you walk away from me twice in the same day. With your luck you’ll trip on the way out and break your leg or something,” he laughs as he shakes his head. She can feel his laughter vibrating against her back. It’s a nice feeling.

“You raise a good point,” she mirrors his laugh, “I’ve made enough reckless decisions for the night.”

“Exactly. So just stay with me.”

“I can’t turn that down. Thank you for helping me put myself back together.”

“Always.”

And just like that another truth became apparent. Sometimes we pull away from the people we care about the most. And sometimes we run towards the people who are blatantly bad for us. But in the end we find ourselves at the place that our heart recognizes as home.

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[the-backspin-alchemist]

1 3 4 6 8 11 12 14 17 19 26

1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.

Oh man, I had just bought Fury Road on DVD (because I was 100% sure I was gonna love the movie) and I thought I was gonna sit down and maybe get a few projects done while watching it.

Boy was I wrong.

I was so fixated on all of the stuff going on in the movie I completely forgot I had an open small-components box in front of me. I knocked it sideways when the movie ended and I excitedly clicked over to the special features and got all my chainmaille stuff all over my desk, lol.

Still a damn good movie.

3: Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.

I had the single dumbest crush on my friend Natalie for the longest time. It was exceptionally stupid. Like...I dunno, it’d probably had been a lot less dumb if I weren’t terrified of the fact that I’d scare her off as a friend should I actually admit my feelings for her at the time, so I was constantly dancing around trying not to let her know that I liked her. And then one day I was dumb and asked her out to my high school prom. Which she said yes to, until we found out that HER school’s prom was on the same day (like every other high school in NJ, apparently, because nobody ever fucking communicates to make sure that doesn’t happen, for some bizarre reason. My sister had the same problem I did HER senior year, if I remember right). Afterwards, we...I dunno. Were like “Hey we should actually like..go on a date or something” and then nothing happened until she ended up going down to Pennsylvania and I ended up here in Vermont, and we’ve seen each other once since then.

She’s apparently doing pretty well for herself, which made me happy to see.

I’d still settle to just have her back as a regular friend at this point. She was a great person to me over the years, even BEFORE I ended up having romantic feelings for her. Hell, she was one of the few people who stuck around during my early high school years despite me turning into a complete asshole during that time...

4: Talk about the thing you regret most so far.

Probably not saying anything to Nat earlier on. I dunno, probably wouldn’t have changed much, but I still feel like I was a bit of a jerk for dancing around things the way I did...

6: Talk about the worst birthday you've had.

Freshman year of college (my 19th birthday, to be precise), since I had to spend it in VT instead of with other friends or family. AND because I was surrounded by very...exhausting...individuals in the dorm room at the time. So I tried to get everyone who knew it was my birthday to keep quiet about it because I didn’t want to end up swarmed with people I didn’t wanna spend time with.

Introvert problems, I guess. :/

8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.

I know more about audio tech and production than most other people I know, sans maybe @coryschneiderisahugenerd who actually runs a pretty good radio show.

Which means I can make some pretty cool audio stuff now. Including a podcast with aforementioned friend-who-runs-a-radio-show, which takes my audio knowledge and Fil’s ability to run a show and mashes them together right now. It’s fun, we’ve almost finished editing the first episode.

11: Talk about the best dream you've ever had.

When I was, like, 10, I had a dream where I was basically Samus Aran.

It was kickass. 10-year-old me woke up and immediately gushed about it to my parents, who had NO IDEA what I was talking about.

12: Talk about the worst dream you've ever had.

I dunno. I haven’t had a proper nightmare in a long time, and even then, I can’t remember any that I’ve had. It’s just been too long...

14: Talk about a vacation.

My family used to go to Point Sebago in Maine every summer until there were too many of us to fit in a cabin.

Those were fun. The water was nice, I’d go kayaking with my grandfather, uncle, father, and sister pretty consistently. My sister and I played the ever-living crap out of the mini-golf course they had there.

I’d kinda like to go back there at some point. give the actual, proper golf course a go.

17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.

A lot of people I’ve had interactions on here with are people I want to be closer with. They all seem like pretty cool people.

That said, there’s this particular person who’s in a lot of my classes that’s really cool that I’d probably like to be friends with. She’s apparently into a lot of the same stuff I am, and makes some really cool art, and she’s just generally pretty cool. Just not sure what I’d have to bring to the table on that friendship-front, though, lol.

19: Talk about something that happened in middle school.

So I was known as the unathletic kid for a while, right? Mostly because everyone’s sports of choice were basketball (which I am bad at, and also dislike, but not because I am bad at it, I just think it’s too hectic for me) and football (and I didn’t play THAT because I was the scrawny-stick-kid early on in middle school, and I didn’t wanna die). So naturally, when we went on a field trip in sixth grade where they had a rock-climbing wall that most of my classmates couldn’t scale completely (and those that did took a while to do so), EVERYONE was shocked when I strapped into the harness and scaled the thing in like...under two minutes.

Someone compared my to Spider-Man.

It was hilarious.

26: Talk about things you do when you're sick.

Listen to music, play games, watch stuff, generally chill in an effort to recuperate.

I made it halfway through Hyper Light Drifter when I was sick last week, so like...yeah.

[jodieholloway]

An Announcement

Summary: Jodie gets a call back from her doctor and shares the news with Luke. NSFW

@lukewynn

JodieYesterday at 7:19 PM

Jodie went back to work for the rest of the day and hated every second of it. She was so anxious, waiting to see if she was confirmed pregnant. It was a big deal. She felt so different, she had to be pregnant. She was just starting to notice all of these changes and she was really getting excited about carrying a baby. After she was done at work, she went back to Luke's house. She had to use the hidden key to get in, but when she got into the house she let Thor outside. Just as she was about to make herself something to eat, her phone started to ring. She ran to answer it, almost tripping and falling. She answered the phone breathless, "hello?" Later, when Luke came home, Jodie was on her laptop in the living room.

LucasYesterday at 7:33 PM

Luke finished the rest of the day at work, distracted by a busy shift. He was exhausted when he got home. He took his shoes off and gave her a kiss. "Hey baby." He said before walking to the kitchen to get food.

JodieYesterday at 7:35 PM

Jodie got up from the couch and followed Luke into the kitchen. "Hey, I need my own key," She said. "I had to use the hidden key again today. So it's not in the hiding spot anymore."

LucasYesterday at 7:38 PM

"Oh, okay. You can just keep the hidden key and I'll make a copy to hide."

JodieYesterday at 7:39 PM

"Also, the doctor's office called me when I got here," She said, holding her hands behind her back.

LucasYesterday at 7:40 PM

Luke opened the fridge to look for something to eat. "Yeah? What'd they say?"

JodieYesterday at 7:40 PM

"Guess," She said, a huge smile on her face.

LucasYesterday at 7:41 PM

"I'm guessing you're pregnant." He said, turning to give her a smile.

JodieYesterday at 7:48 PM

Jodie nodded slowly. "I am pregnant," She said.

LucasYesterday at 7:57 PM

"Cool." He said with a nod. "I figured you were. "

JodieYesterday at 7:59 PM

“Can you please at least act a little more excited?” She asked, putting a hand on her hip.

LucasYesterday at 8:00 PM

"I already told you that I'm excited." He scoffed.

JodieYesterday at 8:02 PM

“I want you to show me you’re excited,” She said, shrugging her shoulders. “You don’t seem excited. Also there are leftovers in there from earlier.”

LucasYesterday at 8:03 PM

"Alright, well, I've had a long day and I'm tired and hungry so maybe later." He stated. "And no, there is nothing. So I guess I have to run to the store." He let out a long sigh before closing the fridge.

JodieYesterday at 8:04 PM

Jodie walked over to the fridge and pulled out a container that was hiding in the back. “I just made this tonight, I had leftovers. It’s pasta.” She walked back to the living room.

LucasYesterday at 8:05 PM

Luke took the pasta and heated it up and ate over the counter before walking to the living room. "I'm going to shower and go to bed. If you want to join me."

JodieYesterday at 8:09 PM

Jodie nodded. “When I finish this,” She said. She was researching realtors and such. She closed her laptop after a few minutes and went upstairs. After changing into her pajamas and brushing her teeth, she got into bed.

LucasYesterday at 8:10 PM

Luke showered and then brushed his teeth and got into bed. "That doctor bugged me all fucking day. I should best him up." He joked.

JodieYesterday at 8:11 PM

“What happened with you and him?” She asked, laying on her side and facing him.

LucasYesterday at 8:12 PM

"I don't even know." He shrugged. "I guess we didn't like each other in high school, but way to hold a grudge for like 15 years."

JodieYesterday at 8:13 PM

“You seemed to be pretty annoyed when you saw him,” She said. “Seems like you can hold a grudge too.”

LucasYesterday at 8:13 PM

"I wasn't annoyed until he opened his dumb mouth."

JodieYesterday at 8:14 PM

Jodie sighed and lay on her back.

LucasYesterday at 8:18 PM

"Look, either way, he was being a dick to you and it pissed me off."

JodieYesterday at 8:19 PM

“I appreciate that you want to stand up for me,” She said. “It’s just cramping. It really hurt for a second and then I had cramps at work for a bit and then after dinner I had cramps again. I’m fine now.”

LucasYesterday at 8:20 PM

"Just.. go to someone else next time, okay?"

JodieYesterday at 8:21 PM

“I’ll be seeing my other doctor from now on anyway,” She said.

LucasYesterday at 8:56 PM

"Good." He said with a nod.

JodieYesterday at 8:58 PM

"Can you be excited now?" Jodie asked, looking at him with a pout on her lips.

LucasYesterday at 9:01 PM

"I am excited." He said with a nod and a smile.

JodieYesterday at 9:02 PM

"Show me," She teased him, hitting his arm playfully. "Climb on top of me or kiss me or jump up and down or something."

LucasYesterday at 9:02 PM

"Babe.." he groaned. "Fine." He turned and kissed her.

JodieYesterday at 9:04 PM

"Come on, just humor me for once," Jodie said before she was cut off by Luke's kiss, and she put her hand on his arm.

LucasYesterday at 9:10 PM

He kissed her deeply and then pulled away, giving her a nod. "I sincerely am excited, okay?"

JodieYesterday at 9:11 PM

"Fine," She said, "I believe you."

LucasYesterday at 9:12 PM

"Thank you." He said and rolled on to his back. "I just don't show my emotions the way you do, babe. Doesn't mean I feel differently."

JodieYesterday at 9:16 PM

"I just feel like you're not as excited about me as you used to be," She admitted. "Are you getting tired of me?"

LucasYesterday at 9:20 PM

"Why do you feel that way? I asked you to move in with me like yesterday."

JodieYesterday at 9:21 PM

"I know, I guess I just have a different love language than you, if that makes any sense. But I don't know why I feel this way. I'm sorry," She said. "Do you think it's too normal for me to have pregnancy hormones?"

LucasYesterday at 9:21 PM

"I try really hard to tell you and show you that I love you all of the time. A lot more than I normally would, so just.. Keep that in mind." He shrugged. "I don't know what's normal for a pregnancy."

JodieYesterday at 9:23 PM

Jodie nodded. "I'm trying to remember that. It's always hard to getting used to someone, you know? I just have this vision in my head of what I want us to be and I guess it's a little too fairy tale."

LucasYesterday at 9:24 PM

"I really feel like you expect like the complete opposite from me sometimes."

JodieYesterday at 9:24 PM

"What do you mean?"

LucasYesterday at 9:24 PM

"Like... you don't want me."

JodieYesterday at 9:26 PM

Jodie's face fell in an instant. "Oh my god," She said, her voice quiet. "I'm so sorry, I don't mean to do that to you."

LucasYesterday at 9:33 PM

"I mean, it's fine. I just want you to make sure you like me and not the idea of me."

JodieYesterday at 9:37 PM

"Of course I like you for you," She said, "I love your ruggedness and how I think you secretly want to be a lumberjack out in the woods. I love how much you care about your family and how much you care about people in general. Like when you wouldn't let Juliet get hurt, it says a lot about your character. You didn't have to do that, you could have just let it happen. And I love that you're so competitive. Remember when we went to play mini golf?" She let out a small laugh, but she still felt bad for the way she had been treating Luke.

LucasYesterday at 9:38 PM

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I even said that." He said with a laugh.(edited)

JodieYesterday at 9:38 PM

"It's okay," Jodie said.

LucasYesterday at 9:40 PM

"It's been a long day."

JodieYesterday at 9:41 PM

"I know, and a lot is going on right now," She said. "But that's why I'm excited. Because we're gonna be parents."

LucasYesterday at 9:43 PM

"Yeah, it will be great." He smiled.

JodieYesterday at 9:44 PM

"Can we have sex? Or are you too tired?" She asked.

LucasYesterday at 9:51 PM

"We can have sex." He said with a nod, turning to kiss her.

JodieYesterday at 9:51 PM

Jodie kissed him back, her kiss getting deeper as it went on.

LucasYesterday at 9:53 PM

Luke pushed his hands under her shirt so he could get it off of her before rolling to moved over top of her.(edited)

JodieYesterday at 9:54 PM

Jodie put her hands on his shoulders and started to rub them gently before letting her hands run down his arms. "Wanna do something fun to celebrate?"

LucasYesterday at 9:55 PM

"Like what?"

JodieYesterday at 9:55 PM

"I don't know," Jodie giggled. "Something sexy."

LucasYesterday at 10:00 PM

"Isn't that what the sex is for?" He asked playfully.

JodieYesterday at 10:00 PM

"Remember when we were being experimenty and stuff?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

LucasYesterday at 10:06 PM

"I know, but are we even supposed to be fucking when you're going a baby?"

JodieYesterday at 10:06 PM

Jodie laughed. “It’s perfectly healthy to have sex while pregnant,” She said.

LucasYesterday at 10:07 PM

"I just don't know how weird I wanna get with it now that you're pregnant. I feel like we should be careful.'

JodieYesterday at 10:08 PM

Jodie sighed. “Okay, do with me what you will,” She said with a smirk.

LucasYesterday at 10:08 PM

"Let me get you naked then." He chuckled.

JodieYesterday at 10:10 PM

Jodie helped Luke to remove the rest of her clothes and then she lay there naked, trying to pull the blanket over herself because she was cold.

LucasYesterday at 10:13 PM

"Stop, I'll warm you up." He said as he pulled away to pull his clothes off. "Get me hard." He said softly as he moved his fingers to her clit.

JodieYesterday at 10:14 PM

Jodie reached down and started to rub Luke’s cock. “I can’t wait for you to be inside of me,” She said with a smirk.

LucasYesterday at 10:14 PM

"Yeah? I can't wait to fuck you. You're always so tight."

JodieYesterday at 10:15 PM

Jodie giggled and nodded. “I do exercises so I am,” She said.

LucasYesterday at 10:18 PM

Luke couldn't help but laugh a little, "Hot." He said. "Okay, I'm ready." He moved between her legs and entered her with a groan, leaning down to kiss her.

JodieYesterday at 10:20 PM

Jodie kissed him back and then moaned against his lips as she felt him. “Baby,” She said softly, “so big.”

LucasYesterday at 10:24 PM

He groaned, beginning to move against her. He grabbed one of her hands to bring above her head, holding it against the pillow as he looked down at her.

JodieYesterday at 10:28 PM

Jodie squeezed his hand as she looked up at him. “I love you more than anything,” She professed. “I can’t wait to have a life with you.” She moaned as Luke started to hit her g spot.

LucasYesterday at 10:31 PM

Luke moved hard against her, knowing she had wanted a little more tonight. "I love you too, baby. You're everything."

JodieYesterday at 10:33 PM

Jodie smiled and pushed her hips up. “Oh, honey,” She said in a whisper.

LucasYesterday at 10:38 PM

"Why don't you be on top now?" he whispered.

JodieYesterday at 10:56 PM

Jodie pushed him off so she could get on top. She slid him into her and she moaned. “Oh yes,” She cried, riding him at a good pace.

LucasYesterday at 10:59 PM

Luke wrapped an arm around her, his head lifting to suck on her nipple as she moved.

JodieYesterday at 11:00 PM

Jodie moaned again and grinded against Luke a bit harder. “Holy shit, I’m gonna cum,” She whispered. She started to ride him faster.

LucasYesterday at 11:01 PM

He pulled away to look up at her. "Fucking cum for me, baby."

JodieYesterday at 11:03 PM

Luke’s words sent Jodie over the edge. She came around his cock, her hands reaching for Luke in desperation as she came.

LucasYesterday at 11:07 PM

As she came around him, he let go as well with a long groan. His arm fell to his side as he relaxed against the bed.

JodieYesterday at 11:11 PM

Jodie got off of Luke and say down beside him, satisfied.

LucasYesterday at 11:11 PM

He lay quietly for a moment before stretching. "Did you take thor out when you got home?"

JodieYesterday at 11:12 PM

“Yes,” She said. “I also gave him treats.”

LucasYesterday at 11:17 PM

"Okay, cool. Just making sure I didn't need to take a walk before bed."

October 16, 2018

JodieToday at 8:34 AM

“I like how this is gonna be our home,” She said quietly. “I know it’s this little thing and you probably think it’s stupid, but I just keep thinking about how glad I am that God picked you for me. And this house is gonna be a home for our baby. And the baby’s gonna get to grow up with Thor. And I just really want all of this.”(edited)

LucasToday at 11:05 AM

Luke smiled as she spoke "it's not stupid. I love that this is happening and that our lives are changing together."(edited)

JodieToday at 11:08 AM

Jodie smiled big and kicked her feet in excitement. “I can’t believe this is happening to me,” She whispered happily.

LucasToday at 11:11 AM

"It's all crazy, isn't it? We're like... growing up."

JodieToday at 11:13 AM

“I still feel so young,” She said. “Probably because I am so much younger than you.” She let out a small laugh.

LucasToday at 11:16 AM

He scoffed, "not that much younger!"

JodieToday at 11:17 AM

“Four years is a lot of years,” She teased him.

LucasToday at 11:18 AM

"It could be a lot of worse."

JodieToday at 11:18 AM

“It’s not bad at all,” She said with a smile, turning to cuddle with him.

LucasToday at 11:22 AM

"We need to plan a vacation before you have the baby."

JodieToday at 11:22 AM

“We have lots of time,” She said.

LucasToday at 11:36 AM

"I know, but I feel like we need to do all the fun stuff that will be hard to do with a kid."

JodieToday at 11:42 AM

“Okay,” She said with a smile. “Where do you want to go?”

LucasToday at 11:43 AM

"Hmm... I don't know. Maybe like California?"

JodieToday at 11:59 AM

"Are you serious?" She asked with a smile.

LucasToday at 12:00 PM

"Yeah," He shrugged. "Somewhere warm since it's starting to snow and stuff."

JodieToday at 12:00 PM

"I don't know if I can afford that, baby," She said.

LucasToday at 12:02 PM

"I might be able to swing it."

JodieToday at 12:02 PM

"I can't let you pay for my vacation."

LucasToday at 12:02 PM

"Why?"

JodieToday at 12:03 PM

"Why do you want to? It's a lot of money, I can't expect you to do something like that."

LucasToday at 12:03 PM

"So we can have a vacation?"

JodieToday at 12:03 PM

"Okay," She said. "But I'll have to give you lots of blowjobs so I don't feel bad about it."

LucasToday at 12:04 PM

"Well, I won't argue that."

JodieToday at 12:05 PM

"I think it's a good compromise," She said. "California would be so much fun. Wow, that would be awesome."

LucasToday at 12:32 PM

"Cool, I'll look into it."

JodieToday at 12:32 PM

"You're the nicest ever, Lukey," She purred, kissing his cheek.

LucasToday at 12:33 PM

"I know. You should just love me so much." He joked.

JodieToday at 12:33 PM

"I do love you so much," She said. "More than anything. Except, maybe I love our baby more than I love you but that one's okay."

LucasToday at 12:36 PM

"Already loving the baby more?" He scoffed playfully.

JodieToday at 12:36 PM

"I can't help it," She said, looking down at her stomach with a smile. "I can't wait until I get a big belly."

LucasToday at 1:18 PM

"It's going to be weird to see you with one." He said with a chuckle.

JodieToday at 1:19 PM

"And you promise that you'll still think I'm pretty?" She asked.

LucasToday at 1:19 PM

"I promise." He said with a nod.

JodieToday at 1:27 PM

"Do you want to go to sleep now?" She asked, putting her head on his chest.

LucasToday at 1:28 PM

"Yeah, I could sleep." He yawned.

JodieToday at 1:28 PM

Jodie reached over and turned off the light and then came back to Luke. "I love you," She said softly, kissing his lips before snuggling up next to him and closing her eyes.

LucasToday at 1:41 PM

"Love you too." He said quietly as he began to doze off.

[tysonthebitcher]

The time i got arrested in Florida

*Names have been changed When you picture getting arrested on spring break, you picture things like getting in a fight, having sex in public, getting too drunk, or better – all three. But this wasn't anything like that; the time I got arrested sums up my life. When I was 17, I got arrested on Spring Break in Florida. I don't even bring this up when people talk about getting arrested. It’s by no means a "bad ass" story. But when I do tell people I was arrested, they automatically want to know why.  This isn’t your cool and normal Spring Break “who outdrank who” story. This is a random and "uncool" arrest story. I don't even like to tell people. Honestly, I’m not sure why I’m telling you now…but fuck it In high school, I went on Spring Break with my friend, John. Because I was 17, it was one of those “high school” Spring Breaks. We’ve all been on these “all-inclusive vacations.” You know, the trips where you just go with your friend’s family because you are too broke, too irresponsible, and just slightly too underage for your parents to let you go anywhere by yourself. So this is the best you are going to get.  But hey, don’t let the details get in the way of the facts, you get to tell people you went somewhere. This was going to be the first time I was on my own: It was a huge deal for me. My parents always thought I was too "irresponsible" to go anywhere or do anything, let alone wipe my own ass, by myself.  I had gotten caught in a few minor fuck ups, but I was right at the tipping point where I was starting to gain their trust back and things could go one of two ways: I could be the son they’ve always wanted, or I could go with John and be a 17 year old on Spring Break.  It took a lot of convincing but, the choice was obvious. My parents ended up letting me go.I was going to be with John’s family…what could go wrong? . Well...actually a lot can go wrong. ​ When Spring Break rolled around, John, his parents, and I drove down to Navarre Beach, Florida. I had never even heard of the fuckin’ place, but it was Florida. How horrible can it be? Wrong. It’s more than slightly horrible. It might as well be located in Satan’s asshole, and renamed to Dante’s 10th Circle of Hell. Like all naïve high schoolers, we were expecting rivers of beer, and mountains of topless college chicks. Wrong again. Upon arrival, John and I instantly realize there is a reason we had never heard of this place. It is one of those near death retirement communities, where the only women you will see are wearing a one-piece and a foam golf visor. It was one of those quiet, dust-farter destinations for the old people who came to Florida for long walks on the beach, and to watch the sunset. Throughout the week, we did boring touristy shit with John’s parents, like visit museums and sight-see. I'll admit it wasn't bad. Then again, at this point in my life, shopping at a Walmart in a different state would have been fun for me. Prior to entering this hellish wasteland in sunny Florida, John and I got some irresponsibly awesome 21 year old to buy us liquor before we left. We hid the vodka in a couple of water bottles and smuggled it down with us. Even though the place sucked, we still were excited. Our standards were still low; getting drunk in someone's basement was still considered "new and fun.” Drinking in Florida was more than good enough for us. Throughout the week, we made sure to conserve and ration the gut-wrenching warm vodka. When nights rolled around, we took shots and wandered aimlessly around the deserted hellscape, looking for any sign of human life. The whole week we hadn’t seen anyone that hadn’t been born when Richard Nixon was still in office, but on the last night we were there, slightly buzzed on warm water bottle vodka, we went wandering desperate to do anything. That’s when the warm vodka Gods spoke to us. When we got down to the pool, there was a small glimpse of hope. We saw some kids our age, so we approached them and started talking. Turns out they were 15 and from Indiana too, and in the same situation as John and me.  There was our glimpse of hope: two girls, and a douche. The brother, the douche, and sister looked inbred. But their friend, Jennifer, caught our eye with her big melons. John and I were so desperate, we looked past inbred Jack and Jill so we could hang with this girl and her big cannons.  There wasn't really anything for us to do so we started walking around, bitching about this shitty paradise we were in. ​ John and I were content; we were kinda drunk, and since we were in high school, just walking next to a hot female got our penises hard. While we were walking, Jack was telling us about how they were playing ding dong ditch earlier.  That stuff stopped being fun for me in 4th grade, so I instantly knew these fucking kids were even lamer than John and me. Feeling nice, or drunk, or bored, maybe all three, I chalked it up as they were probably just bored like us. We continued to walk, and Jack started to play ding dong ditch again.  I felt like I was babysitting this giant pecker.  I felt like I was too cool to be hanging out with these incestual people, and for me to think that is a huge red flag. John and I laughed and went along with it. Fuck it, I even joined in a couple times. Here we were, playing ding dong ditch in fuckin’ Florida. Other teenagers our age were on Spring Break having sex and lasting a whole two minutes. Or getting limp wristed hand jobs.  Either way, I was envious. Instead we were ding dong ditching condos of old fossils who probably couldn't even hear it. Although lame, John and I were glad to be doing something. But then shit got weird. Like one of those "you had to be there moments". These things happen for some strange reason, and when they do, and you really don't what the fuck you were thinking. A string of bad luck happens, and it's almost like it was meant to be. At this point, we are acting like a bunch deranged toddlers who escaped Chuck E Cheese, laughing and acting like reckless buffoons. The more we laughed and fucked around, the more of that reckless teenage "fuck it" chemical got pumped into our little bird brains.  We gave no fucks and just wanted to have fun. It was almost like we took a back seat in our bodies while some crazed maniacs were manning the control stations. We continued watching Jack ding dong ditch until we got to the garbage room where you throw trash down the chute. For some fuckin’ reason, Jack opened the door to look inside.  He flings the door open, and in the process, breaks the garbage room door. The metal rod snapped right off the door, and fell in front of his guilty feet. We look at each other…then like most teenagers, we just start laughing. I don't know if it is a phase or what, but fucking stuff up was just fun in high school. I don't fuckin’ get it now. But it was. It seemed like everyday something got fucked with. If something could be broken, it was.  Luckily ,I don't think it was just me; teenagers just like fucking with shit when they’re bored. Teenagers are just shitty selfish individuals who don’t even think about consequences. It's almost like that part of the brain isn’t developed yet. If you didn’t go through that "break shit" phase, this whole story will leave you even more shocked. When the door broke, and we all start laughing like a pack of wild hyenas, Jack got egged on even more. The difference between a teenager and an adult, is the adult stops, and the teenager keeps fuckin’ going to make his friends laugh. Then out of nowhere, Jack hurls this metal rod off the 14th floor and it hits the ground. We laugh at his Olympic javelin throw , and start going to the other floors to break other garbage room doors as we now know how much fun this teenager pastime is... The harmless game of ding dong ditch quickly turned in a category five shit storm. We were on a vandalism rampage. We broke three or four more doors and tore down some paper signs. Shortly, the storm was over.  We decided to go walk around outside and cool off. We walked around for an hour and headed back to our condo. While walking back we run into this 20-year-old dick bag with roid rage, wearing a pink polo. He stopped us to tell us that the cops are coming because that metal rod that came sailing off the 14th-floor balcony, almost hit someone.  Also, turns out that throwing anything off a balcony is considered a felony. Who would have thought? This butt fuck in the pink polo pointed to the condo behind him, and asked if we knew anything. John and I play dumber than my parents were for letting me go on this trip. Meanwhile, the other 3 dumb fucks go on to explain to this guy that we weren't doing it in the building he pointed at but we were in another one.  Like that fuckin mattered?! The guy then starts flipping out talking about how the cops thought he might have done it and if he gets arrested "hes going to crack our skulls." We then saw the cop cars parked in front of the condo. We decided we best just get the fuck away from the whole situation – a real ding, dong, ditch. We decide we probably should head to the beach and lay low until the cops left. We waited at the beach for a good half hour. Continuing on with the night like nothing happened; we walked to the lone gas station by our condo. As we got to the gas station, we saw three cop cars leaving the condo and driving away. They drove past the gas station. Suddenly, all three cruisers pull a U-turn and head back our way. The worst part is, if we would have waited at the beach one more minute, we would have been in the clear from all the shit that was about to rain down on us. They stopped us and told us that someone told them to look for a "red-haired kid" and someone with a blue hoodie on. The red-haired kid was John, and Jack was the hoodie wearing bastard.  We had figured the skull crusher ratted on us. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize we were fuckin’ guilty. One by one, they talked to us to hear our stories. They knew they had caught us with our pants around our ankles. They hit us with all that cop bullshit, which if you aren't familiar with, you might as well just put the handcuffs on yourself. They said they knew the truth and were trying to break us. They actually didn't have any evidence, so if we would have just denied everything we could have walked away again. But we didn’t have a consistent story so we got fucked – and not in the envious limp wrist handjob type of way. After the brutal bloodbath,the cops told us to get in the car and we headed back to the condo, while they continued to mentally butt fuck us even more. We were grade A fucked, there was no getting out of this one. When we get to the condo there was a fuckin’ platoon of cops waiting. You would have thought we were clubbing puppies and not breaking door hinges. We get to the police circle jerk and notice there is a different group of kids in trouble too. We then found out they were skinny dipping when the cops came to investigate the garbage door massacre of the 14th floor. They saw them and arrested them. Lady Luck must have been sucking dick somewhere in a corner, because she wasn't with any of us that night. The cops continued questioning us and Jack started lying, saying I was the mastermind behind this circus show. It was every man for themselves at this point. I wasn't going to jail for that inbred fuck. I would have been home free again, but John "did the right thing" and told them I broke a door too. He really just wanted to save his own ass because he was going to be joining the Air Force – what a dick, but hey John, thanks for protecting our country. Jack and I got blamed for the doors, and Jill got charged because she ripped off the paper signs in the elevator.  John really should have been there with us, because he ripped some paper signs too, but I didn't want to ruin his chance at the Air force.  The only innocent one was Jennifer. I thought committing acts of vandalism was the best way into her pants, but she wasn't impressed. It was now 3 am, and the cop said she had to call my parents since I was a minor.  The cop put the call on speaker phone and called my house   A call from the cops is the last thing any parent fucking wants, let alone at 3 am during Spring Break. My dad picked up the phone half asleep and heard, "Hi Sir, this is Sergeant Kelly from the Navarre Beach Police Department. I am calling to inform you that your son is getting arrested."  There was a pause, where I could almost hear the brick my dad was shitting fall right out of his ass. They talked for a second, and then he did that white dad thing, where he thanked the officer and said he was glad I was at least safe. Glad I was safe? It probably would have been better if I was in a coma. The three of us on the freelance demolishing team, got corralled into the back of the cop car and made the 40-minute maiden voyage to my new home, jail. I was in and out of sleep most of the way there.  At one point, I woke up and the two cops were fuckin’ talking about Disney World. Here I am on the shittiest night of my life, and these guys were just calmly talking about visiting Disney World. Dicks. It wasn't really until I got to jail that it really hit me. There I was, in some random fuckin’ jail in buttfuckville, a thousand miles away from home. Everyone watches those cop shows and everyone tells themselves they are never going to jail. So, now being here, it felt surreal, and it was a total nightmare. They told me I was getting charged with "criminal mischief", and Jack with a felony for throwing the garbage room rod over the balcony. Jill got charged with "criminal mischief" for tearing paper signs off the wall…. I wish I could make this shit up. They took my belt and gave me some rubber slippers. I got processed and got my mug shot, and new Facebook profile picture taken, and thrown into a holding cell with Jack. If they hadn’t taken my belt, I most likely would have strangled him. Jack was acting like some big bad bad ass earlier. Now, he was laying on this concrete slab, bawling his eyes out and crying about how he wants his mommy. It's like I was in some stereotypical jail movie.   I was furious at that mosquito dick for getting me into all this, so I wasn't the most sympathetic to his river of tears drowning the cell. I told him to go cry on the ground so I could sleep on the concrete slab we called a bed. He continued his blubbering on the floor while I tried to get some sleep. When morning rolled around, John and his family came to pick me up. We were leaving that day, so the car was already packed up. We headed straight back from picking me up from Jail. You can only imagine how fuckin awkward the whole car ride was with John’s parents. Especially since John didn't get arrested, and this was really the first time I had met John's parents. They took me on vacation with them, and I get arrested. Apparently that’s frowned upon. The whole car ride I played back the whole situation and thought of all the things I could have done differently. We pulled into my driveway, and my dad was standing there.  He told me to go to my room, while he talked to John's dad. My dad came up later, and was surprisingly calm. Which made me more scared. I was wishing he would have yelled at me, so I could yell back. But instead, he took the other road. He was "disappointed" in me which made me feel even worse. To no surprise, I was grounded. This wasn’t my first rodeo, I knew the routine. I had just got ungrounded, and there I was grounded again. This time around, I was grounded for six months, and I had to pay $3,000  for a lawyer in Florida. Luckily, my lawyer was able to get the charges dropped. Worst part of the night? I didn't even get to see Jennifer's titties; all I got was an "I got arrested for breaking a garbage room door" story from Spring Break. At least Jack was a felon.