#but yeah they decided that 6 years is better for senior high

[tyuninthemirror]

— better man: c.yj

— pairing: college!yeonjun x fem!reader — genre: fluff-ish, angst-ish — word count: 4702 — disclaimers: university au, reader is soobin's older sister, mentions of food, alcohol, marijuana, smoking and hints of sex. they party here and there. kinda enemies to friends. — synopsis: everything yeonjun ever thought was good suddenly meant nothing because he found something better. — series masterlist

— author's note: slowburn fanfic, it's kinda painful to watch, you've been warned. lmaaaao. debating on whether or not i should write end up here or valentine next. 🤔 (edited 6/30)

"Y/N!" Yeonjun watched from the kitchen window as Soobin dashed across their shared lawn, engulfing you in a hug as you exited the cab.

"Hey, Binnie," you returned the hug, squeezing the taller boy. He helps you get your bags from the cab's trunk and shows you into the house.

"Hey, guys! Y/N's here," Soobin hollered as you got to the entrance. Three boys walk down the stairs, and another emerges from what you assumed was the kitchen since he wore an apron around his waist.

"Hello, my name is Y/N, Soobin's older sister," you introduced. "Thanks for allowing me to stay for two weeks."

The room echoed with a chorus of "nice to meet yous." After some more small talk with the boys, Soobin showed you to his room.

"The seniors decided to go on a trip this spring break, so it's just us younger ones in the frat house," Soobin explained when you asked why only five of them were there. "By the way, Yeonjun decided to throw a party tonight. I thought I'd let you know."

"Aww, cute, I get to experience the local party life," you said with a grin. You were a year older than Soobin, and when you graduated from high school, you chose to study in Japan. Being so far apart from your brother was the most challenging part. On the rare occasions you saw each other, you never had enough time to spend together, so in your third year of college, you both decided to spend spring break on his campus.

"We don't have to stay for the party if you don't want to," Soobin said as he unzipped your luggage. Since he knew you weren't the partying type, he considered taking you out to dinner instead.

"Don't worry," you said, pinching the taller boy's cheek and choosing to tease him. "I want to see you in this habitat. You must be breaking hearts everywhere, huh?"

Soobin groaned and slapped your hand away. "You'd break my bones if I broke hearts everywhere."

"You're damn right," you said. "Our parents raised you better than that."

"I know," Soobin said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, that's Yeonjun's forte."

"Well, as long as he's not out here trying to break yours, that's his problem."

By the time you had finished unpacking in Soobin's room, it was close to 4 pm. While he was in the bathroom taking a shower, he asked you to check if there was anything to eat in the kitchen.

"Oh, sorry for intruding," you quickly say when you see Yeonjun chopping up some limes in the kitchen.

"No biggie," he said with a grin.

"Are you getting ready for the party tonight?" you asked, looking at all the different alcoholic drinks on the table.

"Yeah, I made some jello shots earlier, just finishing up on some garnishes," Yeonjun replied as he continued chopping. You hum in acknowledgment as you walk behind him and towards the fridge.

"Do you mind if I check out the fridge?" you asked, pointing to the large gray door.

"Knock yourself out."

When you open the refrigerator door, the odor of stale take-out hits your nose and causes your face to scrunch up. Looking around, you only see a tray of eggs, half a liter of milk, and some rotting carrots begging you to use them.

"Are you looking for something to eat?" Yeonjun asked as you closed the door. "Sorry, we don't cook much at home, but we have pizza coming in about two hours."

"I don't think Soobin will last two hours," you mumble, leaning against the counter. You pause for a moment, contemplating what you could make with the ingredients in the fridge. "You don't mind if I cook, do you?"

Half an hour later, you overhear one of the boys yell, "I SMELL FOOD, IS THE PIZZA HERE?" and then hear some heavy thumping sounds that you take to be someone running down the stairs. Kai appears in the kitchen a few seconds later.

"Sorry, Kai, no pizza here, just egg rolls," you chuckled as you cut the rolled-up egg into bite-sized pieces and arranged them on the tray.

Yeonjun had been watching your every move since you began cooking.

"Is that for us?" the younger boy wondered aloud, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Go away, Kai. It's for Soobin," Huening Kai's shoulders slumped in disappointment as Yeonjun shooed him.

"Don't be mean," you scolded, lightly jabbing Yeonjun's side with your elbow. "This is obviously for you too, Kai."

"I thought you were preparing food for Soobin?" Yeonjun asked, perplexed, as you took six forks from the dish rack.

"How is Soobin supposed to consume a dozen eggs' worth of egg rolls, Yeonjun?"

"Wow, there's food!" yelled Taehyun as he came downstairs when Yeonjun called the other guys to come eat.

"It's not much, but it's probably a good idea to eat something before an alcohol binge," you explain. You can't help but smile as you watch the boys dig in.

"This is better than cheap pizza," Beomgyu cried, stuffing another piece into his mouth.

"Thanks, Y/N," said Soobin with the cutest grin. You knew Soobin was lying when he said he wasn't out here breaking people's hearts.

It was almost 2 am, but the party was still in full swing. Yeonjun had an arm around Yeri as he smoked a cigarette on the front porch with his other friends. He figured the other guys had probably locked themselves in Beomgyu's room playing games by now.

"Hey, who's that chick in white?" San asked, pointing his head in the direction of the living room. "Never seen her on campus before."

Yeonjun's gaze followed San's direction, and he realized he was referring to you. "That's Soobin's sister, Y/N."

"Fuck, Soobin never mentioned having such a hot sister," San muttered as you obliviously continued your conversation with Yuqi from journalism in the other room. Yeonjun's eyebrow twitched slightly in response to San's remark. He knew how much Soobin looked up to you, so hearing someone say something like that about you irritated him.

"Maybe because he knew you would say that?" Mingi laughed.

"That's not cool, man," Yeonjun added, shaking his head.

"You're kidding, right? You said the same thing about Wooyoung's cousin last week," San scoffed. That caused Yeonjun to become silent.

"I don't think she's that attractive," Yeri said, breaking the silence. She found it annoying that they were discussing some unknown girl. "Besides, she's a nobody. Let's go play beer pong or something."

As Yeonjun opened his eyes, he groaned, the alcohol he had consumed not settling well. He looks over to his left and notices Yeri's bare back. Dehydrated and hungover, he puts on some clothes before heading downstairs.

"Hey, that's not nice," Yeonjun hears someone in the kitchen say.

Scratching his head, he walks towards the kitchen, only to be nearly knocked over by someone he recognizes as one of Yeri's friends dashing out of the kitchen and the front door.

"What was that about?" he asked when he realized it was you in the kitchen. The two bags of groceries sitting on their somewhat dirty counter caught his eye.

"Good morning to you, too," you said, laughing at Yeonjun's bed hair and puffy face. "A friend of yours was trying to sneak off with the unopened whisky bottles."

"No wonder we always run out of alcohol," he mumbled. You washed your hands and watched as Yeonjun searched through cabinets for something. His shoulders sag, and he frowns at you as he holds up an empty box of aspirin.

"Luck is on your side. I picked up a box and some Gatorade," you said as you rummaged through your groceries. "Could you bring some up for Soobin and the others while I make some food? I think they are pretty hungover too."

After passing the aspirin and drinks around, Yeonjun returned to his room to find an empty bed. Yeri probably left while he was downstairs, not that he cared.

Yeonjun took a quick shower before returning downstairs to find Soobin and Taehyun setting the table, the smell of soybean stew wafting through the house.

"It's time to eat," you said, bringing out a pot of stew, Huening Kai and Beomgyu following you with bowls of rice and side dishes. There was a weird feeling in the pit of Yeonjun's stomach. They've never really had a proper meal post-drinking; he'd usually choose to drink more to combat the hangover symptoms.

"You know you don't have to do this, right?" You turned around to see Yeonjun standing at the front door, arms crossed. You had noticed the cigarette buds outside when you returned home with groceries and decided to sweep them up after lunch with the boys.

Yeonjun had been watching you while you did chores around the house, and it was starting to annoy him.

"What do you mean?" you asked as you continued sweeping. Yeonjun watched as you gathered the cigarette buds he and his friends had thrown on the floor the night before.

"I thought you were on vacation. You're making it appear as if Soobin asked you to come here and clean up after us," Yeonjun said. The tone of his voice made your eye twitch.

"Listen," you coughed, lowering the broom. You place your hands around your waist and face the taller boy. "First and foremost, I'm sorry you think cleaning up is a chore; it's actually therapeutic for me."

"Secondly," you continued. "I'm sorry if I offended you by cleaning up while I'm a guest here. I'll stop after I finish sweeping these up. Cigarettes are gross."

"Guys, let's go," Yeonjun yelled as he put on his sneakers. San was hosting a party at his house, and everyone was invited. They all decided to go except you and Soobin, who chose to stay at home.

It's been three days since you arrived, and you and Yeonjun still haven't spoken to each other after that incident on the front porch.

"Coming," Beomgyu said as he dashed to put his shoes on, Taehyun close behind.

"Where is Kai?" Yeonjun asked, noticing the absence of the youngest.

"He decided to stay home and play Ticket to Ride with Soobin and Y/N," Taehyun shrugged.

Yeonjun scoffed, "Lame, staying home for a board game."

"Hey, I was tempted too," Beomgyu admitted. "I'm only coming because I heard Sieun will be at the party."

"And I'm only going because Kai refused to let me be the yellow train car," Taehyun revealed.

"Weirdos," Yeonjun mumbled under his breath, but still unconsciously glanced up the stairs to see if anyone else would join them.

You opened your eyes, but all you could see was complete blackness. You checked the time on your phone; it was nearly 5 am. You look to your right to see Soobin's sleeping face, then peek at the floor to see Huening Kai sprawled on the floor, hugging a giant plushie.

You three ordered fried chicken, had a few cans of beer, and played a few rounds of Ticket to Ride before settling in to watch the Avengers to end the night. Huening Kai dozed off halfway through the movie, and you didn't have the heart to wake him up.

You carefully crawl out of Soobin's bed, making sure not to wake him, and tiptoe past Huening Kai's scattered limbs.

You try not to laugh as you reach the bottom of the stairs to get a glass of water from the kitchen. Beomgyu was sleeping on the three-seater sofa, Taehyun on top of him, his left shoe missing. You look at the entryway and see Yeonjun sleeping with his back against the front door.

"It looks like they never made it to bed," you laughed. After finishing your glass of water, you set out some aspirin and a pitcher of water on the living room table for the guys to take in the morning.

"I'm never drinking again," Beomgyu groaned from the living room sofa when they finally woke up sometime later in the day. "Why didn't you make me stay, Kai?"

"I tried!" Huening Kai defended from across the room.

"Maybe don't drink so much next time," you laugh.

The next few days passed relatively quickly. Soobin took you to a night market near campus one day, and you all went on a hike the next.

You and Yeonjun were on better terms. Soobin and the others knew about the slight tension but chose not to ask.

Despite the awkwardness with Yeonjun, the six of you had gotten closer, even talking about their plans after college and the jobs they wanted to get. There was even a day you spent a couple of hours teaching the boys how to cook.

"I can't believe you're leaving in a week," Soobin grumbled. "I won't be able to see you again until Christmas."

"You could always move to Japan with me," you joked as the six of you ate take-out Chinese food at the dining room table.

"How do you want to spend your last week?" Taehyun asked. Yeonjun's ears perked up, anticipating your response.

"I'm not sure," you mumbled. "To be honest, I'm chill."

"I heard Hyunjin and his friends are throwing a party tonight. If anyone wants to go?" Beomgyu suggested. "Or have we had enough of partying?"

"Is Hyunjin the blond guy who came with the guy named Felix?" you asked, trying to recall the people you met the night before. "I think Yuqi introduced me to them."

"That's the one," Beomgyu confirmed. "I believe Yuqi will be there tonight. too."

"All right, let's go!"

Yeonjun stood across the room, holding a red solo cup, watching you walk around the house with Yuqi.

Yeri stood beside him, talking about something, but he wasn't really paying attention.

Fifth. Yeonjun watched as a fifth guy approached you that night, and it turned out to be Changbin from computer engineering, one of Hyunjin's friends. He frowned as you managed to get Changbin to stop hitting on you and walk away. That was the fifth time you turned someone away that night.

Yeonjun wondered where Soobin was and why he wasn't with you.

"Yeonjun? Are you listening?" Yeri groaned in frustration at the boy's lack of response.

"Huh?" Yeonjun asked, finally averting his gaze from you. Yeri looked in the direction Yeonjun was looking and noticed you in the distance.

"Nevermind," Yeri stomped away, rolling her eyes.

Yeonjun pushed himself off the wall and went to the kitchen to fill his empty cup. As he entered, he noticed Soobin grabbing a beer from the counter.

"Hey," Soobin said, nodding to acknowledge Yeonjun's presence.

"Hey, where have you been?"

"Mostly in the backyard," Soobin replied, opening the can of beer he was holding in his hand.

"Uh, guys keep hitting on your sister," Yeonjun says, wondering if he knew that.

"Don't worry about her, she can handle herself," Soobin laughed as he took a sip of his beer. "How about you? I'm surprised you and Yeri haven't gone upstairs yet."

"Didn't feel like it," Yeonjun shrugged as he poured Jack Daniels into his cup before topping it off with Coke.

"Binnie," you cried as you entered the kitchen and noticed the second figure in the room. "Hey, Yeonjun."

"What's the matter?" Soobin asked.

"I'm a little bored; do any of you want to get some ice cream down the road?"

That's how you and Yeonjun ended up three blocks down the road at 11 pm for ice cream.

Soobin wanted to come along, but when a girl you later learn is named Tzuyu invited him to a game of beer pong, he suddenly couldn't speak in complete sentences without stuttering. You did him a favor by uninviting him to the ice cream adventure.

"Was the party really that boring?" Yeonjun wondered as you ate your ice cream cones on the benches outside the shop.

"Not really, Yuqi was leaving, and I didn't really want to talk to anyone else," you admitted. "Thanks for tagging along, sorry for making you miss the party."

"Don't worry about it," he said, shrugging.

"I know it's early, but if it's okay with you, I might head back first," you said as you finished your ice cream. "I know my way back. Just let Soobin know I went home first. I kinda wanna binge some of the new episodes of Brooklyn 99."

Yeonjun paused for a moment. The party tonight wasn't really doing it for him, and he knew it. Maybe because he wasn't drunk yet? He could go back and catch up with Yeri, but that didn't sound like much fun.

"Actually, I'll head back with you if you don't mind rewatching older episodes," Yeonjun grinned. "I'm still watching season two." That was the first time Yeonjun had left or ended a party sober since starting college.

"Has anyone seen Yeonjun?" Beomgyu asked as he walked into the living room where Soobin, Taehyun, and Huening Kai sat watching Spiderman: No Way Home.

"Probably in his room or in my room bingeing Brooklyn 99 with Y/N. They've been at it for two days," Soobin answered, eyes never leaving the screen.

"San's been asking where he is. Apparently, he missed their house party last night. He even left Hyunjin's party early the other night," Beomgyu added, plopping himself on an empty seat to join their movie marathon. "They thought he left with Yeri, but she was playing strip poker with the other guys."

"Shh, we're trying to watch the movie peacefully," Taehyun hushed.

"Besides, isn't that a good thing? You always complain about how much alcohol he consumes," Soobin continued. "And he only smokes around San's group."

"That's true," Beomgyu sighed.

"Guys, shut up," Taehyun groaned.

Soobin wasn't stupid - he'd like you and Yeonjun to believe he was oblivious, but he wasn't.

Although Soobin and Yeonjun didn't always hang out with the same people, Yeonjun was one of his closest friends, and you were his sister.

Did he mind that you were spending more time with Yeonjun than with him? Just a tad. Was he opposed to it? Not at all.

He thought back to the mornings when Yeonjun would come home from a night out, hungover and drunk, or to the times when he would find Yeonjun high as a kite after spending time with Yeri. Both were a twice a week occurrences, but Yeonjun hadn't been to a party or hung out with San and the others in 3 days.

Soobin had always known his sister was a bit old-fashioned. She wasn't a killjoy or anything, but she did have some more traditional morals and virtues, like when she told him off when he said he wanted to try vaping. She responded, "Why? Because all of your friends are? Would you rather spend your money on food or on air that could harm your health?"

Who would have guessed that someone like his sister could have such a positive impact on Yeonjun?

Soobin knew he had to be supportive whether your relationship with Yeonjun was platonic or blooming into something.

How?

By making you both spend more time together.

"Are they for real?" Yeonjun groaned, reading the grocery list. "Do they think you're a cooking machine or something?"

You laughed at Yeonjun's rant as you both walked to the grocery store in town. Earlier, you and Yeonjun had been discussing dinner options; typically, the boys would name a restaurant or some such, but your dear brother had insisted on your cooking, so now you were on your way to the store to pick up ingredients with him after the other four boys unvolunteered themselves, leaving Yeonjun to help.

"I don't mind," you assured Yeonjun as you re-read the grocery list. "I enjoy cooking, and there isn't really anyone for me to cook for in Japan."

Yeonjun fell silent at the mention of Japan. He and the other boys had grown used to seeing you around, so talking about your departure felt strange.

The two of you seemed to be getting along better recently. Apart from your shared love for Brooklyn 99, you found his personality endearing. He was loud and expressive, different from you and Soobin, but you enjoyed his company.

He, too, had gradually come to understand you better. He mistook you for a snooty know-it-all at first but finally realized you were just the type to take care of other, and that was your love language.

You and Yeonjun arrive at the supermarket, and you walk ahead while Yeonjun follows behind, pushing the shopping cart.

"Do you know where the flour is?" you asked Yeonjun, but before you could respond, someone called his name. Yeonjun turns around to see San and Mingi standing at the far end of the aisle.

"Where have you been, Choi Yeonjun?" San asked as the two lightly bumped shoulders.

"Busy, I see," Mingi answered for him as he took notice of your presence. "Hi."

"Hello, my name is Y/N," you said with a small smile.

"San, nice to meet you," San said, holding his hand for you to shake.

"You too," you say, shaking his hand with a tight-lipped smile. There's a faint smell of cigarette smoke on his clothes, and it makes you feel a little queasy. You didn't miss Yeonjun's shoulders tensing up in the presence of the two boys around you.

"Wanna go outside for a smoke?" Mingi asked, pointing his finger toward the exit.

"Nah, man, we're late for dinner," Yeonjun responds, turning around and motioning you to continue walking.

"There's a party at our house tonight!" San's voice can be heard calling from behind you. "See you there, Yeonjun."

The rest of your time in the shop is spent in awkward silence without either of you making any small talk, which makes you feel uneasy. You wondered why Yeonjun was silent. As far as you know, you just met his friends. Did he not want to be seen with you?

"Sooo, you smoke too?" you asked as you both made your way back home, remembering your earlier encounter and attempting to strike up a conversation.

"Yeah, so what?" Yeonjun snapped, which caught you off guard. You asked him a question, not expecting him to respond the way he did.

"Oh, just because earlier-"

"What are you gonna do now? Judge me? Call me disgusting for smoking?" Yeonjun snickered angrily before you could finish your sentence. You froze in your tracks, offended by his tone of voice.

"Listen, you jerk, I've never even come close to judging you," you spit out. "Even though I don't like smoking, that doesn't mean I'm going to judge everyone who does! The hell is wrong with you?"

Yeonjun stood there, puzzled by your outburst. Several innocent bystanders rush past you, not wanting to be a part of whatever is going on.

"Get your head out of your ass," you spat as you continued walking, eager to get home as soon as possible.

To say Soobin felt guilty would be an understatement. He couldn't fathom what could have happened for the two of you to leave the house in such high spirits and then return without saying a word to each other.

When Yeonjun entered his room, he slammed the door so loudly that the others flinched.

As you hear his door slam, you mutter, "Very mature," under your breath.

That night, only five of you ate dinner. Dinner was almost ready when you heard from Taehyun that Yeonjun had already left for San's party.

You were dumbfounded by the entire situation. You felt terrible because you couldn't figure out why Yeonjun was so upset with you.

The next few days were the same, with you and Yeonjun completely ignoring each other's presence. This was worse than when you first arrived, Soobin thought.

Yeonjun had been going to parties every night for three nights in a row, returning home completely intoxicated and once having the cops take him home.

"Is everything okay?" Soobin was finally able to ask one day while alone in the kitchen with Yeonjun.

Yeonjun looked at his friend as he poured milk into his cornflakes. "What do you mean?"

"You don't look…" Soobin began, unsure of the appropriate words to describe Yeonjun's state. "Well?"

Soobin couldn't figure out how Yeonjun's face could be puffy while his cheeks were sunken. His eyes were also bloodshot, either from the high or lack of sleep.

"Yes, I'm fine," Yeonjun responded, his teeth clenched.

"All right," Soobin chuckled nervously. "I'm dropping Y/N off at the airport with Yuqi in a few hours. Let me know if you want me to bring-"

"Is Y/N leaving today?" Panickily, Yeonjun asked. He had been so caught up in his own stuff he lost track of time, forgetting that the time with you was limited.

"Yeah, tonight at 6."

Yeonjun was torturing himself internally. He had meant to approach you the last few days, but he always chickened out and ended up at San's front door thinking, 'I can do it tomorrow'.

He hated it. He hated how time seemed to be moving so slowly at the parties these days. He hated waking up with a hangover and medicating it with more alcohol. He suddenly hated the lingering odor of cigarettes on his fingers.

He didn't mean to snap at you that night. Honestly, he had no idea why he said what he did. He wasn't addicted to or enjoyed smoking; he only started doing it when he started hanging out with San and the others.

He could have explained all of that to you, so why didn't he? Was it a matter of pride? Was it because he didn't want you to think less of him? Did he think you'd judge him for giving in to peer pressure? It didn't matter now because you were leaving, and the last thing you'd remember him doing was yelling at you.

"Y/N! Yuqi is here!" Yeonjun hears Beomgyu yell from his closed room. A few seconds later, he hears the door to Soobin's room open, followed by your luggage wheel rolling towards the stairs.

"It's now or never," he mumbled as he stood up and prepared to face you.

While you said your goodbyes, Soobin and Yuqi were sorting through your luggage in her car. You and Yuqi formed a good friendship over the last few days, even making plans together.

"I'm going to miss you all a lot," you frown as Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening Kai stand in front of you, bidding you farewell. You can't help but be bothered by the lack of presence of a particular boy.

One by one, you draw them into a hug. Having a few more little brothers for a few weeks was nice.

"Aww, don't be too upset," Taehyun consoled. "We'll see you in a-"

"Y/N!" you heard Yeonjun's voice call out, cutting Taehyun off. You turn around to see him rushing out the front door. "I need to talk to you."

The three younger boys take it as their cue, bidding you farewell one last time before heading back inside.

"I was beginning to think you were avoiding me," you joked, chuckling awkwardly. Yeonjun couldn't help but laugh at your pathetic attempt to lighten the mood.

"I'm sorry," Yeonjun says at last. "I've been rude and unfair to you."

"Hey, you don't have to explain yourself," you said. " I'm sure I upset you with my words at some point.

"Quite the opposite," Yeonjun muttered under his breath. " I've been maore mad at myself than anything else.

"What are you on about a-"

"I just don't want you to think badly of me, okay?" Yeonjun blurts out. "I didn't want you to think less of me."

"Yeonjun," you say with a smile, taking his shaking hands in yours. "I would never think badly of you. Plus, a lesser man wouldn't have admitted this to me. You need to give yourself a bit more credit."

Yeonjun breathes a sigh of relief as he hears your response. Of course, you'd say something so reassuring. Despite being the same age as him, you were far more mature.

"Y/N, we've got to get going!!!" Yuqi yells from her car. "You'll see everyone in a year!"

"A year?" Yeonjun muttered, surprised by Yuqi's words.

"Yeah, Yuqi somehow convinced me to take my master's here because we're both in the same degree," you laughed. "Besides, did you think you'd be able to get rid of me so easily?"

Yeonjun laughs out loud and pulls you into a hug. Suddenly, he was feeling regretful about the past few days.

"I promise I'll be a better man when we meet again."

"I'll be holding onto that promise. See you soon, Choi Yeonjun."

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[sebsgirl71479]

A King and His Queen

Mafia Sebastian Stan x Curvy Female Reader

Rating: 18+only No Minors

Word Count: 1,285k

A/N Once I saw the pictures of Sebastian at the LACMA Gala this story popped up in my head. I will have translations for anything that Sebastian says in romanian. Also if you have a problem with curvy/plus sized readers oh well. 

A/N 2: Ok finally here is part 2, its a little short and its kind of a filler part but hopefully you like it. Turns out this will have a 3rd part to this story. PLEASE DONT FORGET TO REBLOG THIS IT WILL MAKE ME VERY HAPPY 

Warnings: cursing, blood, guns, smut, virgin sex, unprotected sex, fluff,  nicknames If there is anything I missed sorry. 

The following day at the family fourth of july party, you both broke the news to your parents about your engagement. They were over the moon happy for you too, but did stress for the two of you to wait until after you graduated high school to start planning the wedding. You all agree and enjoy the rest of the party. Your whole senior year, the school was a buzz about you getting married. Everyone thought you were crazy but the majority of the students were on your side. Another thing happened that year during school. You both met a new student that transferred from Massachusetts, his name was Chirs Evans. Sebastian and Chris hit it off really quick and became the best of friends. They trusted each other wholeheartedly, as did you. 

6 months after graduation you were getting ready to marry your king. You were standing in front of a full length mirror assessing your look. You picked a beautiful lace off the shoulder mermaid style wedding dress. Your shoes were the same color as Sebastian's eyes and the crown on your head was fit for the queen he said you were. It was a pre wedding gift from Sebastian. You decided to go without a vail for the wedding, it felt like it was too much. There's a knock at the door. “Come in!” You see Chris’ head peek around the corner like he isn't supposed to see you. 

“Oh my god Y/N you look beautiful, Sebastian is going to combust.” You bow your head at his complement and let out a little giggle. “Do you really think he is going to like it?” “I may have only known you guys for a year but I feel like me and Seb were brothers separated at birth. And if he doesn't shed one tear I will smack him in the back of the head.” “Did you need something Chris?” “Oh yeah, um it's almost time, you ready?” “Chirs, I've been ready since I was 13 years old.”  With a big smile on his face he offers you his arm and leads you to the back of the venue where your mother and father are waiting for you. 

You had your wedding at Monteverde at oldstone, a beautiful outside venue with an old 18th century home. As you waited at the end of the aisle for your music to start you reflected on the first time you met Sebastian. He was such a sweet and shy boy and just wanted to get to know him better not knowing you were meeting the love of your life at such a young age. All of a sudden a string quartet starts playing I Can't Help Falling In Love by Elivs Presley, that's your cue to walk. As you walk you finally look up to see Sebastian practically sobbing. You try to hold back your tears as best you can. He is in a simple black suit white shirt and black necktie, so very handsome. You're halfway down the aisle when you mouths to you “I love you.” At that you quicken your pace you want to get to him as fast as possible. You make it to the front as your father takes your hand and gives it to Sebastian. “Son, I trust you to take care of my little girl.”  “Sir, I will protect her till my dying breath.” 

The ceremony was short but beautiful. As soon as the minister pronounced you man and wife Sebastian grabbed you waist, dipped you and kissed you with so much passion you thought you might pass out. He brings you back up and you hug each other so tightly. “I love you so much draga, I can't wait to start our lives together.” Lubirea mea, we are going to have a beautiful life together, my king.” 

During your first year of marriage Sebastian was learning everything about his step-fathers business and then some. By your 1st anniversary he had almost completely taken over his business. What most people didn't know was that his step-dad was a small-time mafia man, and Sebastian had big plans to make it bigger than ever. You and Sebastian wanted to have children but waited a few years to really start trying. With him taking over the mafia, you wanted to find a time where things started to level out. After 3 years of marriage you had a big surprise for him on his birthday. You were 8 weeks along already when you found out. You had dinner simmering on the stove while you set the table ready for him to come home. On his place setting you put a copy of the sonogram. You heard him coming through the front door. 

“Draga, I'm home!” “I’m in the kitchen lubirea mea.”  You turn  around just as he comes into the kitchen, giving you a soul stealing kiss. “Seb, what was that for?” “Just happy to see my beautiful wife after a hard day.”  “Well I hope you're hungry? Go wash up while I finish up here.” Giving you a peck on the cheek he runs up stairs to take off his suit jacket and head to the bathroom to wash up. While he’s doing that you are a ball of nerves waiting for him to come back down stairs to sit at the table and find your surprise. You hear him coming back down and ask him to go ahead and take his seat while you bring dinner. As you walk into the dinning room you see Sebastian standing by his chair holding the sonogram. You walk slowly over to him and place dinner on the table. 

“Sebastian, baby please say something.” He looks over at you with a few tears coming down his face. “Draga, is this for real? Are you pregnant?”  You nod your head afraid to speak. He fist pumps the air and scoops you up in his arms and spins you around peppering you with kisses. Once he stops he puts you down and holds your face in his large hands. “Y/N, i didn't think i could be any happier than i am at this moment. You are going to be an amazing mother.” “Seb, you are going to be a great dad, not to mention really sexy.” You both laugh and give each other a few more kisses before starting dinner. 

All through out your pregnancy, Sebastian was the most caring and attentive husband. Anything you needed he gave you, he even choose the décor of the nursery for you with your approval. At the 5 month mark you found out you were having twins a boy and a girl. You went into labor at 37 weeks, and Sebastian was with you through out everything. As soon as you were able to finally push the babies out that's when the real pain started. You soldiered through and when you heard the first cries are you baby girl you and Sebastian started crying. He cut the ambilocal cord and the nurse took her to clean her up. 5 mins later you start pushing again and out comes your son, he cuts his cord and is taken to be clean up as well. Two nurses bring over you son and daughter for you to hold. They give you your son and Sebastian your daughter. 

Y/N, draga mea have you thought of name for our son?”  “I have, do you have one for our daughter?” “I do, what do you think of Elena?” “I love it lubirea mea, what do you think about Luca for our son?” “Luca and Elena Stan, they both mean light in Romanian its beautiful.” 

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[seabreezeraincloud]

So I recently watched through all the major StarKid shows that are available on YouTube and decided to rank them from least favorite to favorite. This was really hard because most of them are just so good in their own way, but I did my best.

12. Me and My Dick

Yeah, this one wasn't for me. It definitely has heart, and I like the message of accepting both love and lust as normal and healthy aspects of attraction, but the whole premise was just too juvenile for me to really get past, personally.

11. ANI: A Parody

I had this really sinking feeling when I realized that the characters weren't going to be singing any of the songs. I can respect experimenting with the medium, but it felt less like a musical and more like a movie with licensed music that just happened to be performed on a stage. The plot also felt like a lot of nothing, and while the comedy writing was pretty good like any StarKid production, it wasn't enough to make up for it.

10. A Very Potter Sequel

The Potter musicals are pretty low on this list because I just don't have the nostalgia for them, but even with that in mind, I was a little disappointed with this after the first one. It's still good; it just couldn't "recapture the magic", so to speak. It goes on for too long, and Umbridge and Lucius, while they do get a few laughs, just can't compare to how iconic Voldemort was in the first one. Draco was easily the best part of this show for me.

9. Holy Musical B@man!

Even watching this in a time where I'm growing sick to death of superheroes and even superhero parodies, it's a pretty solidly fun show. Good jokes, good songs, good performances. I probably would've enjoyed it more back in my Mainstream Nerd Culture phase that I went through shortly after this came out, but it's still pretty good.

8. A Very Potter Senior Year

A definite improvement over AVPS. Voldemort is back, and while he doesn't live up to his presence in the first one, he's still pretty great. I'm not sure why this recording is a performance at a con with the actors holding the scripts, but it didn't bother me at all. In fact, it kinda added to the charm. And I'll admit - even though I don't have any nostalgia for these shows - I kinda got a little teary-eyed towards the end.

7. A Very Potter Musical

Even with all the hype behind it, I honestly didn't have very high expectations for this show, but it ended up being lot better than I thought it would be. There's just something so...pure about it. For the group's first production, it's a really good start. Voldemort and his dynamic with Quirrell was amazing.

6. Starship

This one is just really cute and fun. Those first few minutes in I already just had a big smile on my face. The puppetry and sets were really pleasing to look at, and as usual, the songs were great - probably among my favorites. I also love how Little Mermaid-coded the story is. Bug is just such a Little Guy.

(If I had a nickel for every time I got really attached to a character named "Bug" played by a StarKid cast member, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice in one year, right?)

5. The Trail to Oregon

Peak StarKid silliness. It's hilarious, the songs are bangers, and it's all around just a great time. It kinda loses me near the end with all the fart noises, which is what knocks it down a bit, but most of it is such a blast.

4. Firebringer

I don't really have much of a reason as to why I put this show here other than that I guess I just really vibe with it. It has good music and humor like any StarKid show, but I also really appreciate how it's a female-centric story with some sapphic representation, even if it definitely could've been fleshed out better.

3. Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier

This is absolutely the best parody musical from StarKid's lineup, no contest. I may be biased because of how much of a Disney Person I am, but I love all the little references and nods (although the whole "2D department" thing just makes me sad, come on Disney, I am still angrily tapping my foot). It's not only a fun parody, but a really clever and heartfelt one too.

2. Black Friday

So when I first watched this back in 2020, I liked it, but I was a little disappointed in it compared to its predecessor. However, watching it again after some time has passed...it still has its flaws that I could go on about, but its strengths far outweigh them. I was debating on whether I wanted to put it this high because I don't necessarily think it's better than, say, Twisted, but as a Hatchetfield fan, I just simply like it more. It's a really impressive production, and it's grown on me a lot.

1. The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

This is the first StarKid musical I ever saw, and it's still my favorite. Do I even need to explain myself? It's just a great concept with a great execution. S-tier, 10/10, no notes.

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[lovebillyhargrove]

Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 5

Chapter 6/?

***

October is ending and Steve's feeling restless. His relationship with Nancy is in a rut. They went to Martha's diner where they serve the best milkshakes in town the other day, and it was nice until the moment Nancy asked him if he had thought about buying Jonathan a camera.

It's Jonathan now. Like, officially. Should he be worried or what the hell is this.

Steve pretended to be dense and said he's still considering it and he needs more time, which didn't make Nance particularly happy.

He can't help but feel that his girlfriend is becoming more and more distant. He's trying to keep the flame alive, he loves her, but it's getting harder and harder. He understands she's going through a rough time, he's doing his best to distract her, but like .. he can't bring her friend back.

Steve doesn't know what to do about it.

He decides to do what he knows best.

Steve is going to throw a party.

There's no special occasion, but parents-out-of-town-for-the-weekend seems celebratory enough.

Like he said, he wants to enjoy his senior year cause god knows what's gonna happen after.

Tommy is on board.

"Finally! King Steve's castle, here we come!"

They spread the word, and people are pitching in - with alcohol. Roy helps find a keg. What else do they need? Cigarettes, some snacks, loud music and the right spirit which they've got plenty of.

Parents aren't gonna he back till next Wednesday which is even better, Steve will have enough time to clean the place up.

The party is set for Saturday evening.

It's gonna be awesome.

The whole high school shows up. Cars are parked all down the street, the swimming pool which Steve had cleaned on Friday, is glowing. The punch is pure gasoline, as Roy calls it. The funny dude always comes up with different names for punch at parties.

Steve's feeling great. Hell yeah, he's still king of this town.

Hargrove's here, sitting on the couch in the living room, Vicky on the right, Jennifer on the left, and Vicky is glaring at the other girl, having placed a possessive hand-on-thigh sign up. Hargrove lets her, although rumours are, they haven't fucked yet. What's taking him so long, Jesus? He's been in Hawkins for two months already.

Not like Steve's counting.

Hargrove's wearing faded light-blue jeans and a dark-gray shirt, which makes the colour of his dirty-blond hair and blue eyes absolutely pop.

He looks fucking good.

Okay, no-one cares about the eyes and about the stupid mullet, and especially his tanned chest which is out on display again.

Harrington is sitting opposite them on another couch, with Nancy by his side, Tommy and Carol, and there are people everywhere surrounding them, having found a spot on the armchairs or couches' armrests, or simply on the floor. There's a coffee table in the middle, red plastic cups, beer bottles and ashtrays all over it. The French windows to the pool are open wide, to let some fresh late evening air in. The music's blasting through the speakers, and Harrington's speakers are the dopest, huge, expensive shit, bass cutting to the bone and resonating through the whole body. There are couples dancing everywhere, in the backyard too, or just talking and hanging out.

Tommy is in the centre of everybody's attention reminiscing loudly

He remembers the time last year they were having a party so loud, some cranky neighbors called the cops at 1am, and officer Callahan showed up to deal with the situation.

Harrington was drunk out of his mind, standing by the pool, one arm on a girl's shoulder

..was it Katie or Amy ? .. Steve's trying to remember

When Callahan came up to Steve and informed him that neighbors were complaining about the noise and also pointed out the sweeping underage drinking laws violation

Harrington threw his other arm around Callahan

And told him drunkenly and slurring

"Are you going to arrest all of us? Lemme see them cuffs."

Letting go of Callahan and pointing an index finger in his face

"You have the right to remain silent, officer."

Then turning around and walking away.

The moment Callahan started after Steve, the cop clumsily slipped on a wet tile and fell into the pool

Everyone fell quiet, but Harrington was like

"No running near the pool, officer! You, of all people!!"

The kids burst out laughing wildly.

An unfortunate day for the Hawkins police department.

The next day Steve's parents received a personal call from Chief Hopper.

Harrington was grounded for a week.

But the parents went away after three days, so.

There's laughter and comments all around, and even Hargrove's smiling.

Or one time during a pool party previous June, when they were celebrating the end of freshman year, everyone was so drunk and then Roy puked in the pool with people swimming in it, unleashing ultimate chaos cause everybody was screaming and trying to get out of the water as quickly as possible, and running to the two showers available in the house. Harrington had to drain the whole pool and clean it. He hired people for it, but it was a bummer anyways.

"Not my fault, not my fault!!" Roy is bellowing

"That punch was spiked so hard, it was pure poison! My system couldn't handle the poison!"

Or last year when a drunk Andy got on the roof of the house and was shouting "Tina, I love you!"

"Shut up, Tommy!"

(They were having relationship problems, and supposedly were in the verge of a breakup, cause Tina saw him making eyes at Heather, but Tommy was smart enough not to bring those details up)

Andy was so drunk he couldn't get down by himself, so they had to bring a ladder and someone, - was it Mike? - had to climb up and help him get on the ground

And Tina was wailing and shouting "Call 911, call 911!" cause she was afraid her boyfriend would fall down and break his neck or something

Drama, sweet high school drama.

"Or guys, guys, do you remember .."

That one time when they were playing truth of dare and Harrington dared Danny to come to school dressed as a girl, high heels, make up and a wig, and some guys really fell for it like "Whoa, who's the new chick?"

During Literature class he introduced himself to Mr. McCarthy as Shawna Rubitquick, a new student who relocated to Hawkins from Hollywood.

And then he was called to the principal's office for class disruption and indecent behaviour, but then the dude's dad who's a lawyer was like

"That incident cannot be qualified as indecent behaviour. I do not see the problem, principal Foster."

However, after that dad took Danny's car keys for two weeks, so Harrington had to give him a ride to school and back every fucking day of those weeks.

Andy pipes up and tells a couple of more funny memories from the parties he or Tina hosted in the past, and Tina's like

"Make sure to come to my Halloween bash I'm throwing end of November! Costumes are a must!"

Steve kinda thrives in all that stupid funny noise. He notices that the only person who isn't psyched about being here and listening to the stories is his own girlfriend but she's quiet and just sitting there sipping a half-filled plastic cup of punch. That's clearly not her usual scene but

She's fine.

Those were the good old days, so carefree and fun.

This year is overshadowed by having to choose your future, as well as other stuff. Too much of it.

Steve's not gonna think about it now though.

Harrington's eyes fall on some girl's long legs in black stockings, the legs look great, wait, that's Nicole, she's sitting on the armrest near Tommy and Carol, drinking beer out of a bottle and throwing meaningful glances at Steve when she's sure Nancy's not paying attention

Which is basically always.

Has she always been looking at him like that?

Steve's already a bit tipsy.

Anyways.

The guys start chanting

"Keg! Keg! Keg! Keg!"

And the whole cheerful company spills out into the backyard, dragging even more people along

Nancy is staying behind talking to some girl, Samantha..? Maybe.

Tommy, Andy, Roy and Danny take turns on the keg. Their results are impressive, Andy having reached forty-one seconds is the first one for now, but the crowd needs an ultimate winner.

Hargrove. Forty-eight.

"Fuck yeah, California!"

That's Roy's shrill voice, followed by

"King Steve! Let's hear it for King Steve!"

This voice belongs to Tommy of course, Steve's not sure he wants to do it, no, he's not sure he's gonna be able to do it, cause he's been out of practice and all, but everyone's cheering and what the hell

Let's fucking do it.

In his junior year he set a record at fifty seconds, so there's a good chance he won't let Hawkins down.

Forty-fucking-eight.

Can you believe it? It's a draw between him and Hargrove. The crowd is louder than the music

"We've got two Keg Kings, everyone! Legends!"

Tommy's going insane. Add a bit of fuel to his enthusiasm and the guy's gonna fly to the fucking moon right this second.

Steve can't really feel the ground under his feet, he's dizzy and there's a nasty feeling of being so sooo close to throwing all that beer up

Hargrove's watching him, eyes squinted and a mean smile on his lips, bare chest glistening from all the liquid, and Steve can read his mind, like ..

Hargrove's underestimated him. He thought that the victory was gonna be his and only his, but thank you, years of pre-Nancy Wheeler practice. At least, Harrington managed not to lose his face. Eat that, you fucking show-off.

***

When everyone has calmed down, and it has gotten back to the usual loud party buzz, and Hargrove, Tommy and others flop on the couches in the living room again, lazily smoking, Andy already kissing Tina, Billy putting his arm around Vicky's waist,

Steve goes to look for Nancy. She's in the kitchen, still talking to that Samantha girl

"Hey, Nance, you missed the keg stand!"

"Yeah, just uh .. it's already close to eleven and I promised my mom to be back before midnight. She only let me go because I told her I'm going to be with you the whole time."

"Yeah, alright.. I'll get you back home. Let's just hang out some more with everyone. I'll walk you home later, we basically live on the same street, right? It's like .. a ten-minute walk. I'd drive you but I know you won't let me now. I did a keg stand, did you hear? 48 seconds!"

Steve's blabbering.

Nancy's looking at Steve like he's a giant toddler.

"If that makes you happy.."

She's waving

"See you later!" to Samantha, and Steve drags her back to the living room where the unstoppable Tommy, who's clearly on cloud nine from seeing old Harrington back, even if only for the evening, has apparently suggested playing a classic of truth or dare.

Carol's rolling her eyes

"Tommy, grow up already!"

Roy is shouting

"Let's do it, guys!"

Everyone's like yeah why not?

So the game begins. Vicky says they should spin the bottle but Tommy yells

"No, it's to the left, it's to the left!"

Hargrove's sitting to his left, and, naturally, Tommy wants to mess with him of all people

"Truth or dare?"

Steve somehow can tell that Hargrove is not the "truth" guy.

"Dare."

He's right.

"Billy, my man, I dare you to .." - Tommy's pausing for some dramatic effect, -" take a swim in Harrington's pool right now!"

Vicky is looking at Tommy as if he's out of his mind

"It's freaking October! You want Billy to catch pneumonia or something?"

Hagan is raising his hands in the air

"It's a dare! Take it or leave it!"

Billy's whispering in Vicky's ear

"Honey, I appreciate the concern, but you can't catch pneumonia from being in cold water for a minute, don't worry."

He turns to Tommy

"Get me a towel, Hagan."

They are both getting off the couches and Tommy goes to fetch a towel from the bathroom downstairs.

People are again spilling outside, finding a spot around the pool. Vicky is indignantly telling Tina that Tommy is so drunk he doesn't know what he's doing.

Hargrove's standing at the deep end.

The water must be fucking cold. It's the end of October. Hargrove's dick and balls are gonna freeze off. Not that Steve gives a fuck about the dude's privates, but you get the idea.

At least the water's clean, all the dry leaves that were floating in the surface have been fished out. The pool looks magic with all the blue lighting.

Harrington loses the trail of thought for a second because Billy starts undressing in front of everyone. He first unbuttons his dark-gray silky shirt, slowly, pensively, as if bracing himself for the temperature his body is about to experience. He then .. no, he doesn't take off the shirt, he slides it down his shoulders, the fabric flowing over his skin as if in slow-motion, revealing his muscled tanned torso, and Steve finds himself back in that Health class again, when everyone was watching Hargrove performing a masterclass of rolling a condom on a cucumber. It's kinda the same situation here, all girls are this close to literally losing it. Those who are holding their boyfriends are desperately digging their nails into the boyfriends' arms. Hargrove then kicks the boots off, unbuckles the belt and unzips the jeans. Even that is fucking sexy. Steve's mouth turns dry for some reason. He hopes no-one's looking at him right now, but no worries, everybody's eyes are on Billy,

Who shakes his ass out of the jeans and takes them off too, standing there in black boxers.

He dives beautifully and swims as beautifully from one end of the pool to the other under water, not coming up for air even once. He moves smoothly and quickly, spreading his arms like the wings of a flying eagle. Steve also thinks Hargrove looks like an exotic fish in a magically illuminated pool.

Billy reaches the shallow end, emerging from the water. Easily lifts himself up, muscles rolling under that smooth skin, tiny streams of water flowing down.

He gets out of the pool, and everyone's silent for a second until Tommy breaks the quiet getting closer to Hargrove with the towel and shouting

"Dude, that was awesome! How's the water?"

Billy's chuckling

"I can help you find out, Tommy."

Hagan is backing off, just in case, and Billy takes the towel and shrugs his broad shoulders like it was nothing, like he swims in freezing water every day.

The crowd starts murmuring and Steve gets broken out of his daze. He glances at Nancy and notices that she's white in the face

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Let's.. let's get back inside. Steve, you know I can't.. being near that swimming pool is just.."

Shit, of course.

"Yeah, yeah, let's get back. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken you outside."

They are the first ones to get back into the living room. After them people start taking their seats on the couches and armchairs again. Nancy is standing near the wall, hiding her face in Steve's chest.

"You alright, Nance?"

"Yes, just give me a minute. It's just all the memories.."

"Hey, Nance, it's okay." He's whispering and hugging her tight.

Meanwhile the game of truth or dare is apparently going on, and Hargrove is standing in the middle of the room, all dripping wet, in his wet fucking boxers looking absolutely undeterred drying his hair with the towel.

Tommy's voice is heard everywhere again

"It's your turn, bro!"

There's a flash of instant exhilaration mixed with fear just like back in Health class again, when Steve's heart was beating in anticipation of hearing his name being called

He thinks Hargrove might choose him,

But Billy's eyes aren't even searching for him, no

"Yo Andy! Truth or dare?"

"What happened to the left?" Tommy seems to care about the rules

"Left, right, who cares. What's it gonna be, Goldman?"

Andy looks a bit uneasy but he doesn't want to back down in front of everyone

"Dare?"

"Nice. I dare you to a race, your baby against mine."

Andy's taken by surprise, the dare seems unexpected from an almost naked wet guy in boxers, but he says

"You got it."

Tommy's letting out a gasp of delight.

"We'll talk about all the details later, yeah? You kids play the game, I'm gonna go make myself decent again."

Vicky follows Billy upstairs. Probably wants to help the guy warm up. She's carrying his clothes and his boots.

"It's a race, everyone! Holy fucking shit! Senior year, baby!! Andy, your pick!" Tommy's back at restoring the rules

Andy picks Tina who's on his left, and Tina chooses truth and the question is

"Who do you find the sexiest in the room?"

Everyone boos and laughs

Tina kisses her boyfriend

"You, silly."

"You better."

They are kissing and kissing and kissing until people start shouting

"Enough!"

And

"Get a room!"

Steve wants to stay and see where the game goes but Nancy is suddenly not by his side anymore, fuck, he's still reeling from the keg stand. She must've gone .. to the bathroom maybe, why didn't she say anything?

He goes to look for his girlfriend, and finds her sitting on the staircase alone

"What happened, Nance?"

"It's .. the pool and everything, I told you .. it brought that night back, and I just .. can we go talk somewhere more private?"

"Sure. Sure, let's go upstairs."

They get up the stairs, music still booming, but it's quieter, and there are no people around. Nancy is sliding down the wall to the floor and Steve's sitting next to her.

"I keep thinking about that night, Steve. Don't you ever think about that night?"

"I do. What happened was awful."

But also.. we made love for the first time that night, Nance. It was beautiful.

"The most awful thing is that we still don't know what exactly happened."

"Yes. But .. we are not the police, Nance. If they don't know, how can we .."

"The police don't do anything! They didn't even .."

Nancy stops mid-sentence

"Yeah, I don't even know what to think anymore. But this guy in the pool brought everything back, and .. there's just something creepy about that pool, I can't look at it anymore."

"How .. how do you know something happened in the pool? The police looked for clues all around the backyard, and they didn't find anything.. Wait, do you know something I don't?"

Their faces are so close. Nancy is lowering her eyes and taking him by the hand.

"No, Steve, I don't know anything."

Is she telling the whole truth?

"Hey Nance .. look at me?"

Nancy's lifting her eyelashes and looking at him with her big beautiful eyes, and Steve can't help himself, he's only human, he's in love with that girl

She kisses him, softly touching his face. Steve gets a fleeting suspicion she's doing it because she doesn't want to continue having this conversation, or maybe not, maybe he's just stupid and wasted, and she kisses him because she wants him

Harrington thinks it's an invitation

It's time to stoke the fire, they are still together and they are going to get through this

Steve can feel how quickly he's getting hard, alcohol and blood pumping in his head and echoing in his dick, together with the music coming from downstairs

He deepens the kiss and mumbles

"Nance come on, I want you so bad .."

"Steve, you're drunk."

"So? I'm seventeen, Nance, I'm allowed to be drunk, that's not a crime."

"That's literally a crime."

"Who cares? Just .. I'm so crazy about you."

"I should probably get home. Time's .."

"Oh come on, I've missed you! .. I swear, I'll get you home on time, well, maybe .. we'll be a couple of minutes late .. but just a couple, I promise. Your mom won't be mad. She likes me."

He's getting off the floor and helping his girlfriend up, they're still kissing and hugging and they are moving towards the door of Steve's room.

"I love you so much, Nance, you make me crazy .."

Steve's hand finds the door handle but he can't open the door because.. it's locked ..? What the fuck?

He doesn't remember locking his room, but maybe? Who knows

He digs in his jeans pocket cause he knows there's a key to his room in there

Lets go of Nancy for a second to open the door

Then is back at kissing her again

They are stumbling into Steve's room

"The fuck? Harrington??"

What the hell? Hargrove's standing near the bed with his back to the door, but he's turning his head and

The bedside lamp is on, so Steve can see the incredulous and malicious twist on Hargrove's face

Vicky is scrambling from the floor up

Thank fuck the asshole's wearing clothes so Steve - and Nancy - don't have to see his naked ass

Billy and Vicky in Harrington's room?

Oh shit. They are interrupting a blowjob.

"The fuck you standing there? Trying to get a better look? Get the fuck out!"

Steve's speechless

"Sorry man, but I think it's you who needs to get out."

"Why the fuck is that?"

"You're in MY room, asshole!"

"So what? Close the fucking door, can't you see we're in the middle of something?"

"That's .. huh! Are you even listening? That's MY fucking room! Go find yourself another one, or better yet, don't fuck in my house!"

Vicky is sitting on the edge of the bed, quickly buttoning up her blouse.

Nancy is leaning on the door, obviously wishing she simply wasn't here.

Hargrove zips up his jeans and comes closer to Harrington.

"Bad room service, the worst. Gotta speak to the manager."

He pushes Harrington and Steve's back hits the wall. Hargrove's angry like a bull who sees red but Steve's just as furious. He swings fast, and Hargrove must still be fucking taken by surprise because he doesn't cave and gets hit in the face

Vicky and Nancy start screaming something like

"Billy, stop!"

"Steve, no!"

And quickly run out of the room to get help.

Hargrove's already lunging at the intruder (slash room-owner) and grabbing him by his polo, shoving him into the wall again but Harrington is pushing him back, and then Billy's swinging and Steve's swinging and both of their noses are bleeding

And it's a good old fight between the boys until Tommy, Roy and a couple of other guys rush into the the room to break it up.

Tommy and Andy are holding Hargrove back, Roy and Danny are trying to overpower Harrington

"Stop, stop, guys !! Enough! The fuck is wrong with you?" Tommy is shouting

"You fucking asshole! Can't see you're fucking interrupting something? The fuck is your problem?"

"My only problem is that you are in my room, are you fucking stupid?"

"So what? It's a fucking party, Harrington! Who cares whose room is that?"

"I care!"

"How the fuck did I know it was your fucking room? Now I see though, the plaid is as ugly as your fucking assface!'

Steve tries throwing himself at Billy again but Roy and Danny manage to hold him back, all four of the peacemakers shouting

"Guys, guys enough!! Jesus, enough, for fuck's sake!!"

Finally, Hargrove shrugs all of the restraining hands off of him and walks up to Steve.

Danny and Roy are letting Harrington free as well, however, still standing close, ready to start breaking up the continuation of the fight if needed.

There's no need.

Billy just locks his eyes with Steve's and says in a fake good-humoured voice.

"Great party, amigo. Place is a little cramped and room service does not seem to care about the do-not-disturb policy, but-uh .. great party nonetheless."

Steve's not fooled by the tone. He sees hatred dancing in Hargrove's blown-out pupils.

Hargrove walks away and Vicky is following him.

The guys get downstairs to let the curious crowd know everything's alright.

Steve understands he's not gonna get any sexy time with his girlfriend now.

Nancy says she's not in the mood, and the whole party is stupid and she has to go to bed, so Steve walks her home. Mostly in silence.

She hugs him saying good night.

When he gets back, the party is still on, but it's quieter now, and the crowd has broken into small groups of people here and there

Tommy and Carol are upstairs. Not in Steve's room, he hopes, but he wouldn't make another scene even if they were.

Well, Tommy knows where his friend's room is. They usually occupy the guest room anyways.

Maybe he overreacted.

There's something about this smug Californian asshole that makes his blood turn its flow.

Steve wants to get in bed. However, when he's about to get upstairs, a hand is touching his shoulder gently and

Nicole is standing behind him smiling

He remembers the legs from earlier tonight.

"Hey."

"Hey .. maybe .. maybe you need to take your mind off things. I can help you with that."

She's smiling and there's a horny twinkle in her eyes, luring Steve in

Things can be so easy, can't they?

"Sorry, honey .. I'm taken."

Nicole is watching him go up the stairs wistfully. Maybe she'll try again another time, that's not the last party this year.

When Steve enters his room, he makes sure to lock the door.

Crashes on the bed. Not gonna shower. Tomorrow, everything tomorrow.

The party wasn't bad, actually.

Just this motherfucking Californian beach bum had to add a spoonful of tar to a barrel of honey.

Everything's flashing through Steve's still drunk brain - Nancy's sweet kisses, Hargrove's muscles and his tanned skin, Tommy's voice, the blue water in the pool, Nancy's friend Barb, sitting by the pool that terrible night, Billy swimming there .. fuck why did it have to look so gorgeous. Billy's fists and their mutual rage, Vicky on her knees in front of Hargrove and his broad broad shoulders ..

***

***

The motherfucking stupid bitch Harrington. Had to ruin it for him, of course.

Billy's angrily driving Vicky home.

Good thing he put his clothes back on in what turned out to be Harrington's bedroom cause he kinda was freezing a bit after taking a swim in Indiana's October water, and he wanted some clothes on his cold body.

Good thing cause otherwise it would've been funny him swinging at the fully-clothed richie boy with his own dick and balls dangling and ass for everyone to see.

Fucking asshole. Get out of my room.

That's why Billy hates rich guys. They are so full of themselves. So what, it's your room? You accidentally see someone banging in there, you fucking close the door, and find yourself an empty room, period. Let people fucking finish, where the fuck are your manners.

What a dickhead. What a douche.

"Hey, Billy?"

Is Vicky trying to make a conversation right now?

"Hmm?"

"We can finish what we started, you know."

"Oh yeah? Your parents not home?"

"They are, unfortunately, but uh .. we can drive off the road?"

They spot a right turn onto a dirt road which runs along the woods. Billy parks his car and reclines both seats. Some romantic shit is playing on the radio and they kiss and Vicky sucks him off.

It's all fine up to the point when Billy is about to come. He isn't thinking about Vicky or any other girl, real or imaginary. No, their fight with Harrington is on his mind

The way they grabbed each other

His lips

Their faces were so close

Harrington smelled good

Like .. the smell you want to come back to and feel it again

Billy cums with a groan

"Fuuuuck .. yeah."

And then immediately erases all unnecessary images from his mind

Is he alright in the head? He doesn't fucking need it.

He slides a hand up Vicky's skirt and makes her cum on his fingers. It doesn't take long, the fabric of her panties is drenched with wetness.

When they are done, he lights up a cigarette and drives the girl home.

Later that night seconds before falling asleep Billy realises

Shit, he left his boxers in Harrington's bedroom.

***

Chapter 7

#harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove slow burn #mean steve vs mean billy #harringrove high school shenanigans #harringrove drunk shenanigans #billy x steve

[gleekto]

Klaine Advent 2022: Chemistry Sucks (9/?)

Summary: Nerd!Kurt/ Popular!Blaine high school AU - Kurt joins Glee club in his junior year to please his dad, though he’d rather just hide out in the library until he can graduate and get out of Lima.

Turns out he’s not the only gay kid in town. Too bad the other out gay kid is cocky and popular senior, Blaine Anderson. Sure of himself, gets all the solos, things served to him on a platter. Kurt finds him shallow and infuriating.

Blaine finds Kurt square and irritating.

Yet at a party one night, they promise to sleep together if they don’t have other opportunities by the end of the year. A dare. Naturally competitive spirits.

Day 1, Day 2,Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8

Chemistry Sucks (Day 9: Value)

Kurt isn't exactly sure why this dumb competitive bet with Blaine has so drastically shifted the dynamic between them, but somehow since Regionals, Blaine has gone from not wanting to be associated with the nerdy gay junior to his BFF. Or maybe not quite his BFF, but Blaine sure does text him a lot.

Or maybe it wasn't the bet. Maybe it was the winning duet. Kurt having proved himself an asset rather than a liability to the ultra-competitive leader of the Glee club. The unpredicted value of a Regionals victory to his social life. Regardless, Kurt is apparently suddenly very textworthy.

Today alone, his phone hasn't stopped buzzing. Even during class.

B: Are you taking history next year?

K: IDK. I haven't decided yet?

B: Try to avoid Ms Pattinson. The worst. Dry and a lot of work.

K: Sounds like chemistry.

B: Come on, chemistry can be fun ;)

Kurt honestly has no idea how to respond so he just leaves it.

Then an hour later -

B: Do you think they'll give us another duet at nationals?

K: You sure have a lot of questions today. I don't know. You'll get something though don't worry, leading man.

B: I'm serious. We sounded great together. You could help us win.

K: I feel so used.

B: No. I mean you were great too.

K: Thanks?

B: That sounded cocky sorry.

K: When have you ever apologized for being cocky?

And just when Kurt was finished his nightly moisturizing routine, ready for bed, his phone buzzes again and he just knows it's Blaine. Again. He rolls his eyes but feels a twinge of he doesn't want to even think of what -

B: Do you think Harry Styles is hot?

Another important conversation that needs to be had right now.

K: He's straight.

B: So? And no, I think he's bi.

K: I've learned not to fawn over straight guys. Don't get your hopes up.

B: I do not think Harry Styles would be in to me. I just think he's hot.

K: Glad you've maintained your grip on reality.

B: I think lots of guys are hot.

K: Not just photoshopped celebrities?

B: No seriously. I appreciate real guys too.

K: Sam?

B: Like my best friend, Sam?...Yeah, he's hot. But don't tell him ok?

K: He would be flattered.

B: Oh I know. Just don't want him to get a big head.

K: Of course I won't tell him.

B: Like you've never thought your friends were hot.

K: Worse. I used to have a terrible crush on Finn. Now he's my stepbrother.

B: Yikes. You win. Finn is pretty good looking though.

K: Him too?

B: I told you, I think lots of guys are hot.

K: Artie, Puck, Mike?

B: In that nerdy-hot kind of way, I'm not really one for the bad boys, and Mike is definitely hot.

K: True. Well you pretty much have a crush on all the guys in the Glee club.

B: You missed one.

K: Seriously?

B: Are you fishing? And no crushes. Just physical appreciation.

K: I never fish.

B: Well I think you're hot too.

Kurt is relieved this is all on text so Blaine can't see how clammy his hands are and the unintentional smile plastered on his face.

K: You're not so bad yourself.

B: That's a relief.

K: ?

B: I mean if we end up sleeping together, I hear it works better that way.

K: Mutual physical appreciation.

B: Exactly. Leads to better outcomes.

K: We're stopping this right now Blaine.

B: ...

B: Goodnight Kurt.

K: Goodnight. No more texting.

B: Until tomorrow.

K: Fine.

#klaine advent 2022 #klaine advent: value #gleekto writes #chemistry sucks

[thatseventiesbitch]

Eric and Donna Got Really Screwed Over By The Writers During The Second Half Of The Show: An Essay

Eric and Donna’s relationship arc was written deliberately and well during the first half of the show, seasons 1-4. Although the second half of the series still held lots of good moments for Eric and Donna, their relationship wasn’t given nearly the forethought and care it was given earlier on in the show’s run.

When they got back together in S5xE1, they agreed to essentially sweep everything that kept them apart during the last year under the rug. This was l a z y writing, and shows the beginning of an unfortunate pattern. But this goes against previous characterization. In the early seasons, Eric and Donna were shown to be good communicators, who talked through what was bothering them.

Eric: And Donna you know why those things got better? Because we kinda care about each other and we talk, and we make things work.

There was no reason to push aside “Casey and all that stuff” that drove them apart over the past year - and no in-character behavior patterns to suggest Eric and Donna would. The only “reason” Eric and Donna quickly agreed to forget the past year in the back of Kelso’s van in S5xE1 “Going to California” was that it was the 5th season of the show, and the writers wanted to push an engagement storyline now that Eric and Donna were back together.

In real time, viewers had been watching That 70′s Show for 5 years now, and had watched Eric and Donna together for nearly 4. And the actors were in their mid-20′s. An engagement made sense under those circumstances - except on the show, Eric and Donna were still high school students. TBTB (the powers that be) went ahead with the decision to have them get engaged anyway, for the storytelling potential this created for Eric and Donna.

Their engagement storyline (although it provided many cute moments) was misplaced here. They got engaged only 6 episodes after they got back together. They were seniors in high school! And they didn’t show us enough to explain how Donna went from rejecting Eric’s promise ring in S3xE25 to accepting his engagement ring in S5xE7. That could’ve been a much more fulfilling, full-circle moment than it was. The whole engagement storyline in season 5 was rushed. It was lazy writing. At the end of season 5 when Eric and Donna decided to relax their rush to the altar and turned their focus to moving away to Madison instead, that was good.

Only. For the same damn storylines. To be recycled in season 6???

Eric and Donna aren’t ready to get married yet - gasp, what?? Yeah, we know. They decided that in S5xE23 🥱. The choices the writers made from here on out were just... confusing to me.

Look, when they returned to the wedding storylines in season 6, then they needed to go ahead and complete that storyline once and for all. That is all I’m saying. Season 6 should have ended with Eric and Donna’s wedding, then. You don’t tease a wedding for two fucking seasons, and then not deliver. If the showrunners didn’t want to go that route - and I don’t blame them - then they should have taken the ‘out’ they gave themselves in season 5. Eric and Donna decided they’re in no rush to get married. Don’t bring it up again. Pretty simple. Pursue a different storyline for Eric and Donna altogether.

But the writers don’t do that. No, they have Eric and Donna plan their entire wedding. They register for wedding gifts, Donna has a dress, they buy the trailer. Only for Eric to leave Donna at the altar. I’m sorry - WHAT? Because he has a nightmare? Come on. Then once again, we’re left wondering what was even the purpose of this whole storyline, as Donna lets Eric right back into her bed. What’s even changed?

Season 7 is their most frustrating season of all because they both just do... nothing. They’re together, but not engaged anymore after Eric pawns her engagement ring to pay for his year of lazing and napping. They’re just hanging out. They don’t know what they’re doing - no one know what they’re doing! 

I hate that for both of them, but most of all for Donna. Imagine staying home to be with Eric after his father’s heart attack. Getting engaged, and then being left at the altar. Sticking around in some going-nowhere relationship, in some going-nowhere town. I honestly don’t know what she was thinking at this point.

Here’s how their storyline should have gone during the second half of the show, in my opinion:

Season 5 - Eric and Donna work through the issues that caused their break-up - their differing outlooks on their futures, and Donna’s need for more independence - and then they’re happier than ever. There’s lots of back-together storyline potential here, like addressing the other people Eric dated while they were apart (Slurpee girl), Casey Kelso making a reappearance, or Donna finds the songs Eric wrote during their break-up lol (”Hey guys, what rhymes with pain?”). The gang graduates from high school at the end of the season but just like in the show, Red has a heart attack, delaying Eric and Donna’s start at UW-Madison.

Season 6 - Eric stays home from college to help after Red’s heart attack, and just like in the show Donna stays home from Madison to be with him, but she still attends a (fictional) college she can commute to from Point Place (they made up a junior college, so I’m making up a state school that Donna could commute to for class). This is where the engagement storyline fits. Could follow a similar formula to the show: Eric decides Donna’s willing to commit to him by giving up Madison and he wants to commit too, so he decides to propose. Everyone tells him it’s a dumb idea and they’re too young, but he winds up proposing on the water tower in that same round-about way. It’s a little different this time (they’re not in high school, for example), so they don’t feel pressured to keep the engagement a secret. Red and Kitty, however, still disapprove. Red in particular thinks Eric is too young, and that he’s throwing his life away. Eric is confused why Red seems so against Eric doing exactly what Red himself has done: have a family. Many of the episodes that focus on the lead-up to Eric and Donna’s wedding could frankly stay the same (although cut out the abstinence storyline - that’s just a rehash of season two). Registering for gifts, Eric destroying her wedding dress, the Bachelorette party, etc. Red and Kitty would reluctantly come around to the marriage as the season progresses. Despite their resistance, Eric sticks around and continues to be a big help at home, and Red gets back on his feet. Red finally gives his approval at the rehearsal dinner, the night before the wedding (and offers to pay for a substantial amount of the wedding, too). Eric and Donna’s wedding is the season six finale. And yes, Eric freaking shows up.

Season 7 - Eric and Donna’s challenges during their first year of marriage. They start off in the trailer, but that doesn’t last long. They try living with their parents and with their friends before finally getting an apartment of their own in the same building as Kelso and Fez. Donna’s working at the radio station, and Hyde hires Eric to work the register at Grooves. They’re both pretending that their dead-end jobs, and life in Point Place, is enough for them. At some point in the season, both Eric and Donna reach the realization they want to leave - go to college, after all. But they both mistakenly believes that the other still wants to stay in Point Place. By the end of the season / in the finale, Eric and Donna decide to move away to Madison to start college and the rest of their lives.

/series

#that 70s show #that 70's show #eric and donna #eric x donna #eric forman #donna pinciotti #my essays #I had time today

[cupcakesandtv]

Five to Seven Years Early or Two Weeks Late part 7

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 on ao3

I know this has taken forever and it might be hard to believe but the entire abortion argument was actually in draft 3 when the Supreme Court decided people who can get pregnant don't need to have access to safe and easy ways to unpregnant themselves. It just so happens that I could give it another pass and make it more scathing to take out some of my stress over...well...everything. Anyway, enjoy!

14 weeks

Devi walked out of her sociology class slower than usual. Her leg cramped up during class and then she had a sharp pain in her hip joint. Pregnancy did weird things to a person’s body. But other than those minor issues, she was actually feeling much better than she had in weeks. All the bruising from the car accident was healed and she didn’t flinch when she heard an ambulance siren. 

“Excuse me!” a girl from her class was waving her over to the building exit. “Devi?”

The girl was definitely a freshman. That’s what Devi got for putting off some of these useless filler classes until her senior year. She got stuck in class with a lot of kids. 

“Hi, uh,” she racked her brain to try to remember the girl’s name but came up empty. “Hey you.” 

“Do you mind sharing  your notes from class on Monday? I slept late and since I shared mine with you a couple weeks ago when you were skipping…” The girl trailed off and looked at Devi expectantly. 

“I wasn’t skipping,” Devi answered, offended by the implication. “I was in the hospital.” 

“Right,” the girl said, nodding as if they were sharing a little secret. 

“No, I was literally in the hospital. Someone wrecked my car. It was awful. I panicked because-” The girl, oh, Kelsey, her name was Kelsey, she looked at Devi unphased and Devi gave up trying to explain. “Yeah, I’ll email you my notes from Monday.” 

“Thanks!” Kelsey kept walking with her to the parking lot and Devi tried to think of something kind to say. Anything. Just to make this less awkward. 

“Damn,” Kelsey let out, slow, like she was in a trance. “Who is that? I’ve never seen him around.” 

Devi looked up to see Paxton leaning on the hood of the Jeep waiting for her. She smiled and he smiled back. 

“Ma’am, I’ve been hanging out on campus this morning and I think I’m ready to state with finality, through my extensive, peer reviewed research, that you are the hottest woman at Princeton.” 

Kelsey put her hand on her chest like she might faint. Did she think he was talking to her?

“You saw the pool, your research is an incredibly small sample size,” Devi said, shaking her head and handing Paxton her book bag. “This feels a little like high school right now. I’m having some dejavu.” Paxton leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “High school was a good time for me. Especially when this girl I loved agreed to date me.” 

“I don’t remember it happening like that,” Devi countered, rolling her eyes. 

“Oh my god, that’s your boyfriend,” Kelsey exclaimed. 

Paxton didn’t miss a beat, he turned to Kelsey, smiled and waved. “Her husband, actually. I am married to the hottest woman at Princeton.” 

Devi felt her face warm but then Kelsey turned up her nose. 

“That’s so sad. You could do so much better,” she said before turning on her heel. 

Devi shook her head and reached for the door handle. She wanted to get in the car and leave and never come back to the class she shared with that bitch, Kelsey. But Paxton shouted after Kelsey. 

“Hey!” When Kelsey turned back to him he put on his fake smile and Devi worried what he was about to do. “What’s your name?”

“Me? I’m Kelsey,” she said, her voice had a flirty lilt that Devi didn’t care for. 

“Kelsey?” Paxton asked, fake smile still intact. 

“Yes?”

“Fuck off,” he said, his fake smile falling. He glared hard when she flipped him off and turned around to go. 

“How am I supposed to sit next to that girl in class now?” Devi asked, exasperated but grateful. “Move across the room?” Paxton offered before he shut her door. Devi appreciated the way he stood up for her but this also felt like high school, someone suggesting the two of them didn’t belong together. She didn’t like feeling less than because of some freshman but it did sting. 

When Paxton got into the Jeep he turned and kissed her. Deeper this time. One hand tangling in her hair, the other holding her cheek. His hand lingered on her chin as he pulled back. That felt a little like high school, too. “You’re beautiful and I love you and if anything, you’re getting hotter, while I definitely peaked in high school.”

She gave him a soft smile and felt her heart tug at the way he was looking at her. “You did not peak in high school.” “You won’t be saying that when I lose my hair.” He laughed and put the Jeep in drive. “Will you still love me when I lose my hair?”

Devi thought for a moment and then shook her head. “No, because I’m shallower than you are. But by then we’ll be staying together for the kids so I’ll be stuck.” 

Paxton laughed again, louder this time. “Oh good, I’m safe then.” 

—

As they headed to the airport security line, Devi turned to Paxton suddenly. “Did you remember to go to Sephora and get the travel size stuff?” She took her shoes off and put them in a bin as he lifted the one suitcase they were sharing for the trip onto the conveyor belt. 

“Yes,” he answered, taking his own shoes off. 

“Aw, your boyfriend went to Sephora for you?” one of the TSA agents asked Devi, hearts in her eyes. 

“He’s my husband and he went for himself. He’s the one with the seven step skincare routine,” Devi said, shaking her head. The agent, a middle aged woman with red hair, laughed. 

Paxton gestured for Devi to go ahead and walk through the metal detector then turned to the agent. “She only has a three step skincare routine. But she’s getting hotter with age. I’m only going to get worse so the least I can do is moisturize and use a couple serums, ya know?” 

Devi stepped into the scanner and lifted her arms. 

“Wait!” Paxton stopped them. “Is this safe for pregnant people?”

The red headed TSA agent looked at him like he was crazy. “Of course it is.”

“He’s just panicked because I was in a car accident a few weeks ago and we had a little scare with the baby so now he’s like this.” Devi gestured to him. He looked so anxious. “He’s overprotective to a fault.”

The agent looked at Paxton, then over at their bag going through the X-ray machine, then at Devi. She noticeably glanced at Devi’s barely showing belly (especially with the chunky sweater she was wearing) and then looked over Devi’s shoulder at Paxton. 

“Alright, but you, Mr. Skincare, have to walk through the scanner.” She tipped her head to direct Devi to walk through the other archway that was the less invasive metal detector. 

Paxton sighed, relieved, and eagerly walked through the scanner. Devi grabbed her shoes out of the bin on the other side of the machine and thanked the woman. 

“I’d say he’s a keeper but you look exasperated so you do whatever makes you happy, sweetie. Keep him, toss him, follow your bliss.” 

Devi laughed. “About an hour ago a college freshman said he could do better than me so thank you.”

“God, what do 18 year olds know? And did they not see you? You’re gorgeous, sweetie, he's right, you’re only getting better.” The woman was so sincere, Devi felt tears well in her eyes. “I remember with my second baby I always felt so ugly but I look back at pictures and I was beautiful, just didn’t feel it on account of feeling like I’d swallowed a basketball and oh my god, I had the worst acne! Worse during pregnancy than when I was a teenager! But you just forget that feeling. You’re making a person and that’s hard work. That freshman can take a long walk off a short pier.”

Devi felt tears fall down her cheek. She wiped quickly at her face to try and hide it but the agent smiled again. “You’re gonna be okay. Mr. Skincare, go get this woman some french fries before you get on that plane.” Paxton nodded as he finished putting his shoes back on. He took the suitcase and put his arm around Devi and guided her out. “It’s not pregnancy hormones,” Devi squeaked out, trying to get herself under control. 

“I know, you just cry a lot,” Paxton said. 

--

Thankfully, Devi wanted to catch up on The Bachelorette while they were in the air and Paxton was thrilled to do it. The chances of her crying during The Bachelorette were low. (But never zero so he was a little concerned it could still happen.) To Paxton, the second trimester was less puking and more outbursts of tears. Plus this very small pudge on Devi’s stomach. It was cute. And surreal. 

“Hurry up!” Trent shouted from across the terminal, waving his arms. “Your flight was delayed ten minutes in the air and now we’re gonna be late!” 

In general, Trent was not worried about being punctual to anything, ever, so Paxton knew something was up. When he got in the passenger seat of Trent’s car he barely had time to buckle his seatbelt before Trent was pulling out and speeding towards the airport exit. 

“What the hell, Trent?” Devi asked before even Paxton could. “It’s just dinner with Eleanor. She doesn’t care if we’re a few minutes late.” 

“Did she text you?” Trent looked back at Devi in the backseat before averting his eyes to the front so he could drive. “Is she already there?”

“I’ll text her right now but I swear she’s gonna be chill with us being late.” Devi threw Paxton a look and he nodded. 

Paxton waited for Trent to say something, anything to explain this behavior but it took a solid minute before Trent started talking. 

“I haven’t seen Eleanor in two weeks,” Trent blurted out, equal parts annoyed and concerned. 

“In two weeks?” Paxton and Devi both asked shocked. 

“Yes. Do you see why I’m trying to get there?”

“She’s alive. I texted her like, all yesterday. But she didn’t say that she hadn’t seen you in two weeks.” Devi looked worried now. 

“She missed Eggs and Edibles?” Paxton asked. “Twice?”

Eggs and Edibles was the name that Eleanor made up for her and Trent’s typical Sunday brunch hangout. It started back in high school when he would bring her a breakfast sandwich when she had rehearsal before the school play but they kept it up as their thing since then. Whether they were or weren’t dating. Everyone knew that Trent and Eleanor hung out on Sunday, midmorning. And got high. 

“Yes,” Trent muttered.

Paxton wanted to ask follow up questions but he couldn’t think of one that wouldn’t hurt Trent’s delicate feelings. (He was very sensitive. Always had been. He was the king of dishing it and not being able to take it.) 

Devi handled it though. “Did you piss her off? Or is she just seeing someone new?” “I hope I pissed her off,” Trent said, glancing at Paxton and shaking his head. 

When they made it to the restaurant, Eleanor was indeed inside already but she didn’t mind that they were late. She was having a brightly colored drink and laughing at...the dude sitting next to her at the table. “Hi!” Eleanor jumped up to hug Devi and Paxton and stopped right before Trent and sat down before even looking at him. “This is Todd.” She gestured to him like she was Vanna White. Todd offered his hand to shake. 

“Phew. Meeting the best friends,” Todd said, taking Paxton’s hand, then Devi’s. “That’s more important than the parents, right?” He reached out to Trent and Eleanor looked at him finally, demanding with her eyes that Trent behave and just shake the guy’s hand. Trent did so and Eleanor gave him a tight smile. 

“I think you can take it down a few notches, Todd,” Devi said, sitting down in the chair across from him while Paxton sat across from Eleanor. “This is a Chili’s.” 

Paxton stifled a laugh behind a cough and picked up the menu. Trent sat on the end of the table stiffly. 

“So, how are you feeling, Devi?” Eleanor asked and then turned to Todd. “She’s pregnant. She found out at Christmas and then Paxton went back to Jersey with her and they got married a couple weeks ago out of nowhere. I mean, it’s not out of nowhere, you two have been an off and on thing forever.” Eleanor finished her rambling and turned back to Devi to signal she could answer the question now but Todd laughed. 

“Man, I would be freaking the fuck out if I accidentally knocked somebody up.” He nodded at Paxton and Trent as if they should agree with him but Paxton bristled. 

“We’re happy about this, thanks,” he said.  

“Yeah, if they’d wanted to get her an abortion, they would have done that, like Eleanor got last year.” Trent said it so casually and then was looking around for the server. “I need a beer, stat,” he muttered. 

Todd looked at Eleanor surprised though. “You had an abortion?”

“Yeah,” she said with a shrug. She kicked Paxton under the table, hitting his shin. Paxton assumed she was aiming for Trent so he kept his yelp of pain as quiet as he could but he definitely made a face. Paxton cleared his throat and looked at Devi who was trying not to laugh. 

“I don’t believe in abortion,” Todd crowed proudly like a goddamn Republican pastor who believed in conversion therapy. 

Trent, Eleanor, Paxton, and Devi all stared at Todd in horrified shock. 

“You just said you’d be freaking the fuck out if you got someone accidentally pregnant,” Trent jumped in first. 

“I had a great reason to have an abortion, Todd, I didn’t want to be pregnant,” Eleanor said. 

“What the fuck, dude?” Paxton managed while he felt Devi quietly seethe next to him. 

“Hi, welcome to Chili’s, can I get you some drinks and apps to start?” their server, a girl in a sunshine yellow shirt with hoop earrings and a full face of makeup, interrupted. 

They gave their drink orders and by the time she left, the tension had dissipated mostly, but Devi was still tense next to him. He put his hand on her knee and squeezed, giving her a smile. 

“Did you find out if your role on the CSI reboot is gonna stay in the episode?” Devi asked Eleanor. He could see her jaw was tense but when Eleanor answered excitedly in the positive, Devi seemed to exhale. 

“Yes!” Eleanor shifted into her bubbly, vibrant self again. Buzzing with excitement. “I am going to be on TV next week as Dead Girl Number 1! Wanna see some pics from the set?” She was already pulling out her phone to show them. “Yeah, we wanna see pics from the set!” Devi said with more than necessary excitement, until Paxton noticed Todd rolled his eyes. 

“It’s not even a named character,” Todd threw to Trent…as if that wasn’t the worst possible thing he could do. 

Trent’s hands balled into fists and he took a breath, ready to defend Eleanor but Devi cut in, “Dead Girl Number 1 is huge!”

Todd snorted but Eleanor perked up. 

“Did your flashback scene make it in the episode, too?” she asked. 

Eleanor clasped her hands and smiled wide. “Obviously, there’s no way to know for sure until it airs, but one of the PAs said I had two scenes in so hopefully it’s the dead body reveal and the flashback. Dead Girl Number 2, a role I’ve played many times before, was completely cut. Not even a sheet pull back on her, poor thing. It’s rough out there.” 

“You were the best Dead Girl Number 2 in that episode of Law and Order . Totally hot.” Trent glared at Todd. 

The server came back with drinks and spinach dip and the conversation halted for a minute. Eleanor dipped her straw in and out of her water cup since she’d finished her bright drink from the bar. 

“Do you guys know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?” Eleanor asked.

“We could know,” Devi answered with a look at Paxton. He rolled his eyes. 

“I’m not saying we should wait until the baby is born, I’m just saying we should examine why knowing the baby’s gender assigned at birth is so important?” Paxton took a pull of the IPA he’d ordered and then waved at Trent. “Trent’s cousin, Arrow, is nonbinary, maybe that’s what our kid will be. Why should we limit things to pink and blue?”

Devi blew a raspberry at him. “I don’t even like pink or blue! I think yellow and green are bomb colors for a baby! And if you think me, of all people, would treat a girl or a boy differently based on nonsensical standards of performative gender, I continue to be offended by the assumption.” 

“Why not just wait a little longer? What does it hurt?”

Devi’s face softened and she turned back to the others. “This is actually because he wants a girl and doesn’t want to think he’s wrong. I think it’s a boy and all this talk of patriarchy and sexism in parenting is more about his 50/50 chance he’s wrong and I’m right.” 

Trent nodded, a knowing smile on his face. Todd’s face was screwed up in disgust. 

“Biology says otherwise,” Todd said as if he’d won the non existent argument. 

“What biology classes are-” Devi started but Eleanor cut her off. “Oh my god, shut up, you’re embarrassing me.” 

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” Todd said, leaning in to kiss her but she pulled back. Paxton saw Trent clench his fist like he was saying “yes!” to himself. 

“So you guys are going back to Jersey on Monday?” Eleanor pretended not to notice Todd’s irritation at being shut down. 

“Yeah, I’m not looking forward to going back to my intro to art class with Kelsey, the freshman who Paxton bullied earlier today.” Devi was trying to joke but Paxton knew she was hurt by what her younger classmate said. 

“Maybe she’ll drop the class out of embarrassment,” Paxton said.

“If my guy bullied some girl, she probably deserved it,” Trent said as though he too noticed Devi’s joke frosted unease. 

“She said I could do better,” Paxton explained. “Better than Devi? The girl I’ve been lowkey in love with since I was 16?”

“You’ve never been lowkey about it,” Eleanor laughed. “Devi’s boy crazy levels have always been off the chart though. She was ping ponging from one crush to the next back then.” 

“Was not!” Devi put a hand on her chest, over exaggerating.

“Sounds like you were kind of slutty,” Todd muttered but everyone at the table heard. 

Paxton felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. His skin was hot and he could have flipped the table they were all sitting at if Devi hadn’t acted quicker, knocking her water over so it spilled all over Todd. 

There was a time when she was younger when she would have punched poor Todd for his bad taste and rude comments. Her temper was barely restrained back then. So he marveled at how she’d learned to use her temper as a slick weapon, a sniper rifle, that could be silenced and she could claim ignorance. 

“I’m so sorry,” she deadpanned as Todd jumped up, water all over his lap. Eleanor stood up too, but she handed Todd the cloth napkin her silverware was wrapped in and the fork and spoon and steak knife clattered to the floor, causing Todd to jump again. 

“I think you should go home,” Eleanor said firmly. “And probably lose my number.” 

His face was dour as he wiped at his pants, as if that would dry the water all over him. “You’re a bitch.” 

Paxton stood up now, knowing he’d need to hold Trent back but before he could reach for him, Todd spoke again, “And a terrible actress.” 

And before Paxton could do anything, Trent was swinging. His first swing missed, Todd showed a shocking amount of awareness to duck as Trent swung and then pushed Trent back. People screamed and shouted and Paxton moved around Devi to try and break up the two men wrestling on the floor. He could make out Eleanor screaming Trent’s name. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard Devi say to a bystander, “The guy had it coming.” 

—

Devi pushed open the door for Eleanor. The cool air of Sherman Oaks’ “winter” evaporated any sweat Devi felt on her face immediately. 

“I can’t believe I let that guy tie me up during sex, I could have been murdered!” Eleanor shouldn’t have said it so loud. 

They approached Paxton and Trent, Trent with an ice pack to his cheek and Paxton doing some little game with his feet and the curb. Devi and Eleanor stayed behind after Paxton broke up the fight to pay the bill and beg the Chili’s manager not to call the cops. The manager recognized Eleanor from a local car dealership ad and took pity on them when she explained how bad of a date the whole event turned into. 

“You let that guy tie you up?” Trent whined. “What the hell, E?”

“Look, it’s not that you’re supremely skilled or anything, it’s just that you know how to give me la petite mort!” 

“And other people have not been able to make you cum in French?”

Eleanor blushed and Devi knew she should be embarrassed to hear this conversation but she was enjoying it thoroughly. She loved drama when she wasn’t the center of it. 

“They tie me up and it usually gets the job done but-”

Devi saw Paxton cringe and then his eyes turned to hers, pleading to get out of the area but she shook her head. 

“But I get it done without any mildly kinky shit,” Trent said, lowering the ice pack and giving Eleanor what were definitely bedroom eyes. 

“Yes, but that’s just because we’ve been having sex for years. You were my first, for fuck’s sake. It’s not like…an accomplishment. It’s just something you know how to do!” Eleanor waved her arms big but Trent mirrored her movement so he could pull her arms down to her sides. He dropped the ice and held her hands, looking at her with what Devi knew for sure was love. He’d been looking at Eleanor like that since high school and at this moment she was a little jealous at how easy it was for them. They dated steadily through, no break ups. No back and forths like she and Paxton did in school. No ping ponging from crush to crush for Trent or Eleanor. 

Of course, what did she have to be jealous of, now? She could just enjoy this little scene unfolding, watching her friends come back to each other. Devi looked over at Paxton and smiled, wide, her tongue hitting her teeth. He smiled back and Devi felt weak in the knees.

#never have i ever #devi x paxton #Five to Seven Years Early fic #daxton #daxton fic #nhie fic #paxton x devi #i swear it will not be a year between updates again :/

[anticomedygarden]

Keeping the Faith

title from billy joel's 'keeping the faith'

Marauders Raven Cycle AU

also posted on ao3

part 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

-

Lily Evans was a psychic. Not the metaphorical kind that just had a knack for guessing. An honest to god, tarot card and palm reading, spirit talking, crystal ball using, touching and seeing, psychic. 

She was 17 years old in her senior year of high school, a waitress in her father’s pizzeria Holy Rollers, daughter of Rose and Liam Evans, sister of Petunia Evans soon to be Dursley, best friend of Remus Lupin, and she was a psychic. 

However, she didn’t need to be a psychic to know that the boy sitting in front of her was a dumbass. 

“Potter, what the hell is wrong with you?” she said, giggling. While at one point, her words may have held the sting of hatred, James’ antics were a welcome reprieve after the summer she had had, not to mention she had grown close to the boys following her and Severus’ falling out a year and a half ago. 

“Now, Evans, no one wants to open that can of worms,” James’ best friend and adopted brother Sirius offered from beside him. “We’ll be here for days!” 

“Pads, you know that’s not true,” Remus said. He had just finished taking the order of three teenage boys at the only other occupied table and was walking towards them, skillfully avoiding the pale blue tables and black chairs. “The only thing that’s really wrong with him is the dumbass himbo disease.” 

The sugar packets and empty salt shakers balanced on James’ head fell to the table with a clatter as the boy snorted violently and the table erupted in laughter. He put his face in his hands. 

“The worst part is, you’re right,” he whined, voice muffled. His shoulders shook with restrained laughter. On the opposite side of the table, Peter was unsubtly trying to clean up the Pepsi that had come out of his nose off the glossy wood. 

“He’s so right,” Sirius wheezed, holding his stomach. 

Remus poked him in the neck. “As if you’re any better,” he accused, mirth in his eyes, plus a little something else. Lily had been noticing that look in his eyes a lot lately around Sirius. 

The black haired boy looked up, offended, and opened his mouth as if to say something but was cut off by a shout from the other side of the restaurant. 

“hey, Scarface, are we ever getting our food, or are you just gonna stand their talking?” the green haired one yelled nastily. 

Sirius was already half out of the booth by the time Remus caught him. “It’s not worth it, Pads,” he said, pressing his friend back into the black booth. 

“But he’s a bastard!” Sirius responded hotly, fighting against Remus’ hold. 

“And what exactly are you planning to do? There’s three of them, and one of you,” Remus said matter-of-factly. 

Of course, that was when another guy, hair dyed red this time, at the table decided to speak up. “Hello! Are you deaf? My friend asked you a question!” 

This time, it was James that grabbed Sirius by the back of his shirt. “Leave it, Pads. No one cares about asshole customers.”

“Yeah, you know how many people like that we get in here everyday? You’d have to fight the whole town,” Lily added, earning herself a look of gratitude from Remus. 

He walked toward the kitchen. “I’ll be right there!” he called over his shoulder. 

Lily turned back to the boys. “For the record, there would’ve been two of us in that fight,” she told Sirius quietly. 

James held up a hand. “Three.”

They looked toward Peter who gave a long-suffering sigh. “Four,” he said, raising his eyes toward the ceiling. “But I wouldn't be much help.”

“Nah, Wormy, you’re so short, you could weave in and out like a rat,” James said. 

Peter sighed again. “You know, I really hate that nickname.”

James reached over to ruffle his short blond hair. “No, you love it,” he grinned. “Besides, you’re stuck with it forever.”

Behind the counter, Remus walked out of the kitchen, a serving tray balanced on his palm. 

“Finally,” the green haired one complained. 

Sirius didn’t hear whatever Remus said next, but if the reaction of the boys at the table was anything to go by, it wasn’t nice. 

All three stood suddenly with an indignant shout, and the green haired one, evidently their idiot leader, said, “Fuck you!” and stormed out. 

Remus laughed. “Who wants free food? Those idiots paid when they came in.” 

Peter and Sirius both jumped up and ran over to the table. “I call the personal pan!” Peter announced. 

Lily raised an eyebrow at James. “You don’t want any?” she asked curiously. James was usually the first in line for food of any kind. 

“Nah, I had enough earlier,” he answered, though Lily had a feeling there was something deeper going on despite the two whole pizzas and double cheeseburger he had put away when the boys first came in. Perhaps she would try and divine something out of it later. 

“Well-”

Abruptly, the door flew open, and all five of them jumped. There stood Abraxas Malfoy, white blond hair blowing in the breeze from the open door. One of Henrietta’s asshole upper class, he was a member of the Death Eaters gang and father of Lucius Malfoy, a spoiled brat and a school rival of theirs before he graduated. The Death Eaters had made it their personal mission to buy up as much property as possible in Henrietta, and Abraxas had been assigned to Holy Rollers. 

Malfoy looked down his sharp nose at Lily. “I would like to speak to your father, girl,” he said nastily. 

On the other side of the room, Remus rolled his eyes and mouthed big surprise . This wasn’t the first time Malfoy had stormed in looking for Mr. Evans. 

It also wasn’t the first time a Malfoy had looked at her with such superiority or disdain. No. She'd been getting those looks all summer. 

Lily leaned against the booth casually, picking at her nails. “Do you wanna try that again?” she asked dangerously. 

Malfoy narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you know who I am, girl?”

“Sorry, I only answer to Lily Evans,” she said, bringing her eyes up to meet his steely gray ones, disturbingly close in color to Sirius’. Because of the boy’s whole demeanor, personality, and political views, it was easy to forget that he was related to this jerk. 

“Listen, girl-”

“Hey Abraxas!” Sirius said cheerfully. “How’s it going? Haven’t seen you in a while!” He shoved an entire pizza crust in his mouth. “How’s the family?”

Malfoy looked away from Lily and dragged his gaze to Sirius. “Well, if it isn’t the disgraced heir. I see you’re doing,” he sneered, “well for yourself.”

Sirius grinned and stood. “I am!” he agreed. “Speaking of, how’s Lucius? Last I heard, he was kicked out of Stanford.”

Abraxas bristled. “There was…talk of expelling him following the-” he hesitated “-incident, but after some negotiations-”

“Bribes,” Sirius said helpfully. 

“ Negotiations ,” Abraxas snapped, “the board of directors decided to give him a second chance.” He flipped his long hair over his shoulder. 

“And the sudden remodel of the law building?” Sirius pressed. 

Malfoy shifted uncomfortably. “That was-” he paused. “Why am I telling you this? It’s none of your business.” 

Behind Sirius, Remus stood to bring the pizza platter back to the kitchen. “That may be true, Malfoy, but we don’t allow loitering, and it’s past closing time, so get out.” 

“I’m not a patron, I need to speak with the owner,” Abraxas said gruffly. 

James smirked. “If you’re not a patron, you’re loitering.”

“Yeah, and if you don’t leave now, I’m reporting you for trespassing,” said Lily, phone in hand, ready to call the police. 

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But I’ll be back.” He took one more glance at each of them, sneered, and walked out. 

Sirius caught the door. “Tell Walburga and Orion to go fuck themselves!” he called after him. 

Lily groaned. “I wish they’d just give up already.” She sat down heavily next to James. 

“Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s gonna happen anytime soon,” he said gently. 

She crossed her arms on the table and laid her head down. “I know.” The Death Eaters had been buying up Henrietta for years, but they’d really doubled down this past summer. Rather than waste time arguing with him once a week, her dad had taken to hiding whenever he heard Malfoy coming, which really meant he spent the majority of Wednesday in the kitchen helping out rather than at the register. Whichever waiter or waitress was working the counter was tasked with monitoring the businessman. 

She wondered what had kept Malfoy from coming in at the normal time. 

Liam popped his head out of the kitchen. “Is he gone?”  

“Yep,” Remus confirmed. 

Liam nodded. “Great! We can go now.” He walked the rest out of the way out of the kitchen revealing a giant pizza sauce stain down his shirt and the top of his pants, and that’s just what Lily could see from this side of the wood counter. 

Lily huffed a laugh. “Uh, Dad-”

He raised a hand. “I know, I know. I had a bit of a spill.”

Remus snorted. “You’re leaving sauce tracks, Mr. Evans.”

“Am I?” he asked, glancing behind himself at the black and white tile floor. “So I am.”

“Mom’s not gonna let you in the house like that,” Lily giggled. 

He waved her off. “It’ll be fine. I’ll just take my shoes off before I go in.”

“Alright.” Lily stretched her arms across the table and stood, then she untied her apron to hang it behind the counter. 

Liam turned to the boys. “Does anyone want any leftovers? Peter? Remus?” All four shook their heads. “It’s just gonna go in the trash if no one claims it.” 

James shrugged. “Okay.” He nodded his head at Remus. “Come help me.”

Remus tilted his head in confusion but followed James into the kitchen. 

A couple minutes later, they reemerged, each carrying a take out box of food. 

“Did you turn the lights out?” Liam asked. 

“No, Mr. Evans, I thought I’d leave ‘em on, see if we could set a record for highest electricity bill,” Remus deadpanned. 

Liam sighed good-naturedly. “Thank you. And how many times do I have to tell you, call me Liam.” 

Everything now taken care of, Liam ushered the teenagers outside so he could lock up for the night. 

James, Sirius, and Peter walked across the white gravel parking lot over to James’ car, the only one left besides the Evans’ family minivan. “Moony, you want a ride?” James called as he unlocked the car. 

“Nah, I’ll walk,” Remus responded, the pale scars on his face standing out starkly against his tan skin. “Gotta start getting back in shape for basketball season.”

Sirius snorted in disbelief. “As if you could ever be out of shape. I could bounce quarters off that ass.” His smile faltered as everyone stared at him. “Too much?” Remus nodded, mouth gaping. “Sorry.”

Lily shook her head. “Anyway,” she turned to Remus, “when does practice start?”

Remus turned slowly, slightly dazed gaze still trained on Sirius. “Um,” he shook his head. “Practice starts next week, but Coach has had me helping out the younger kids since open gym started in August,” he answered finally. 

“Yeah!” Sirius called from the passenger seat of James’ bright orange 1973 Chevy Camaro, lovingly named the Pig. “That’s because you’re the best, Moons! Everybody else wishes they were you!”

James revved the engine. “Kay, we’re gonna head out before Padfoot says anything else weird and inappropriate,” he said from the driver’s seat. “See y’all.” 

“See you,” echoed Remus and Lily. They winced as the Pig kicked up a cloud of dust and tore away with a loud roar. 

Holy Rollers’ front door opened, and Liam came out. “Remus, do you need a ride?” he asked as he searched for the key to the minivan. 

Remus shook his head. “I’ll just walk.”

“Suit yourself.” He clicked the car open. “Let’s go, Carrot Top.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “My own father,” she muttered to Remus. 

He chuckled. “See you tomorrow, Carrot Top.”

She punched him in the arm. “See you tomorrow.” 

-

“Stop laughing at me,” Sirius groaned, head hidden in his hands. He made a sobbing noise when they continued to laugh. “Stop!” he whined again. He jostled a bit as the light turned green and the Pig accelerated. 

James swiped a hand under his glasses to clear the tears from his eyes. “Sorry, sorry, just-” He had to stop as he broke down in a new fit of giggles. “Why?” he put a hand out palm up. 

Before he could say anything, Peter answered for him. “I think he finally realized the ‘ignore his feelings and hope Remus falls in love with him of his own free will’ plan wasn’t working and this was the backup strategy.” 

James took a deep breath, attempting to control his laughter. “Is that what you were going for?” He turned onto the street leading to Monmouth, the abandoned factory turned pseudo apartment the three boys all shared. 

Sirius paused. “He has a nice ass,” the black haired boy muttered, voice still muffled by his hands. 

The laughter started anew, and James had to blink away tears in order to see the road. “I mean, you’re not wrong,” he gasped. “Is he also the best?” James snickered. 

Quietly, Sirius said, “Yes.” 

Somehow, Peter sobered. “Speaking of, it’s been, what, 3 years? Are you ever going to tell him you’re in love with him?” he asked. James was willing to bet that was a strong ‘no’ which was a real shame since Remus had also told James he was in love with Sirius. It was painful, really. 

Having reached Monmouth, the Pig ambled to a stop in the gravel outside the building next to Sirius’ motorcycle. 

Sirius’ face had gone blank. “I plead the fifth,” he answered. 

James grinned. “Ah, I see we’re back to the ‘‘ignore his feelings and hope Remus falls in love with him of his own free will’ strategy.”

Sirius groaned. 

-

Over at 300 Fox Way, Lily was just finishing dinner when she heard a blip. She glanced at her phone to see it was Remus letting her know he had gotten home safely. 

She took her dishes to the sink and typed out a response, not reassured in the slightest. The text only served to prove to her he hadn’t died yet. Now that he was home, he would be making dinner, sorting through bills, doing chores, and staying up until the wee hours of the morning finishing homework only to wake up early to practice while the school gym was empty. 

She really worried about him sometimes. 

“Oh, Lils, would you mind doing the dishes?” her mother asked from the living room. 

Upstairs, she heard one of her cousins or aunts moving around. “Of course, mom,” she answered. Thankfully, there weren’t too many since the rest of the family had eaten before Lily and Liam had gotten home, so it wouldn’t take long. 

On the way to the sink, though, she happened to glance at the fridge and saw her sister’s garish wedding invitation. 

Save the Date!

Petunia Evans and Vernon Dursley invite you and a plus one to their wedding Nov. 15 at First Baptist Church of Henrietta. 

RSVP by Oct. 1 through email, text, or call. 

And then it listed off Petunia’s email address and phone number. 

Lily groaned internally, trying to figure out how she was going to get a date. When she’d RSVPed back in July, she had hoped she could go with- 

No. There was no point in going down that rabbit hole. It was hard enough hiding it from her psychic family; it would do her no good to think about it on purpose. 

She would just have to figure out someone else to go with. 

-

On the other side of town, at number 12 Grimmauld Place, Regulus Black flopped onto his bed and groaned. “Fuck my life,” he muttered. 

It had been a long-ass day of Death Eater meetings, classes filled with idiots, homework, and more meetings. He hadn’t even gotten to bring his phone with him anywhere, so he could only guess how many notifications had piled up throughout the day. 

He dug his phone out of the slit in his mattress and rolled onto his back. 

16 new messages

He smiled and clicked on the group chat. 

The better ones

11:56 a.m.

Barty: who has the math homework please i’m desperate

Evan: *image*

Dorcas: really

Dorcas: that’s all it took

Dorcas: some whining

Dorcas: how do you feel about this reg

Evan: you didn’t have to sit with him in class meadowes

Dorcas: you still could have at least made him beg

Evan: oh, believe me, he did

Barty: i did

Dorcas: oh my god

Pandora: i think it’s nice that evan’s willing to baby his boyfriend like that

12:21 a.m.

Regulus: dora i love you but you’re wrong

Regulus: you should have made him suffer

Barty: thanks reg

Regulus: np

Pandora: alright i’m going to bed

Evan: good idea

Evan: barty

Barty: …fine

Evan: reg

Regulus: only if dorcas does too

Dorcas: only so reg has to

Pandora: :))) nighty night

Aaaaand that was the most exciting part of his day. 

Quickly, he fired off messages to each of his friends individually as they had all sent him separate texts asking if he was ok since he’d missed the first half of the school day which also happened to be the only classes he had with his friends. 

He’d only missed because his parents had called him out for ‘family reasons’ which, in this case, was sitting in on a Death Eater meeting while every single person attending barring some of the younger ones gave reports on what pieces of Henrietta’s real estate they had managed to snag in the six months since the last meeting. His parents, of course, had won, but that was only because they already owned half the town. 

He was there ‘to observe’, but really, how much could one observe of the exact same speech over and over again? 

His only solace was that the Evans and Potters were still fighting strong against Abraxas Malfoy, a fact that had angered Voldemort greatly. 

Regulus had to hope that the last few properties standing against the Death Eaters held, because if they didn’t, they were all doomed. 

#marauders #marauders era #raven cycle au #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #rosekiller #pandora lovegood #keeping the faith

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster Legacy Gen 6

Since the fate of twitter is up in the air, I am going to start reposting my legacy family to Tumblr, and also maybe Instagram. I've been playing with this family for 6 generations now, and I'm absolutely in love with them. I started posting on Twitter about halfway through Mads' story right as she was starting college. I don't think the whole thing is too confusing to understand, but here is a little background information on her teen years.

Shortly before Mads aged up into a Teen her mother, Elena, died of cancer. The death shook her whole family, and her father, Matthew, was absolutely devastated. The death took a toll on Mads who, once entering High School, began partying and sneaking out of the house often. It was clear that Mads was not handling the death very well, but Matthew, dealing with his own grief, struggled parenting her throughout her teen years.

On top of her partying Mads started messing around with boys frequently. Eventually, during her sophomore year, Mads meets a boy names Whitman "Whit" Reed and he takes an interest in her. At first their relationship was strictly physical but Mads ended up developing feelings for him. Whit came from a very wealthy family and Mads knew that if she ever wanted Whit to see her as a girlfriend then she needed to change up her act.

Mads immediately stopped partying, and she became more involved in school, and even joined the cheer team. Her grades got better and soon Whit began to see her as girlfriend material. Once the two began officially dating Whit started to manipulate Mads. He essentially molded her into this perfect girlfriend, and it caused Mads to lose any sense of individuality she had.

Whit and mads continued to date, and during their senior year of High School Mads caught Whit cheating on her with another girl. Mads blew up on him and they broke up. During their time apart mads realized that she'd completely lost herself in her relationship with Whit, so she decided to begin the process of finding out who she was again. Months later Whit apologized for how he'd treated Mads and he begged to get back together. In reality Whit's parents had grown fond of Mads and wanted him to marry into a Legacy family. Mads still had feelings for Whit, so she agreed to get back together only if Whit promised to let Mads be whomever she wanted to be, he agreed.

Eventually Mads gets accepted into Foxburry studying Biology, which was important to her as both her mother and her Great Great grandmother had studied Biology at Foxbury, and Mads desperately wanted to continue the family legacy.

So here is Madeline "Mads" Landcaster and the second half of her story.

Matthew: I can't believe my youngest child is off to college, your mother would have been so proud.

Mads: Thanks, Dad

Matthew: I should really get going, but bring it in for a hug.

Mads: Uh, Dad, where's my roommate?

Jackie: Hey, I'm Jackie. Sorry I'm late.

Mads: It's so nice to meet you! What's your major?

Jackie: I'm a Physics Major, what about you?

Mads: I'm studying biology. Props to you, physics is super hard.

Jackie: Well, I'm pretty good at it. Who's this?

Mads: That's my boyfriend, Whit

Jackie: Can I tell you a secret?

Mads: Yeah, what is it?

Jackie: He looks like a frat boy.

Mads: Really? What's that supposed to mean?

[Mads checking her outfit in the mirror]

Jackie: Is that my top?

Mads: No.....

Jackie: That's totally my top.

Mads: But it looks so cute.

Jackie: Mads I want you to meet Parker. They're in my intro to physics class.

Mads: [To Parker] Nice to meet you. How are your classes going?

Parker: Pretty good so far. Although our physics professor seems tough.

Mads: Well, I'm sure you both will do great.

Jackie: Mads, wait up.

Mads: But I need to get started with homework.

[Later]

Mads: Jackie, can you help me with number five?

Jackie: We aren't even in the same classes.

Note: So, I'm not quite sure what happened with the photos for the updates between the end of this update and the next one that will be posted. I think I accidentally deleted the photos off my computer, and Twitter won't let me scroll back any further than what I'm about to post.

Basically, what happens is Parker invites Mads and Jackie to a party where Mads catches Whit kissing a childhood friend of his named Brenna. Mads blows up and tells Whit he has 1 more chance and if he blows it, they're over. Whit leaves angerly, and while Mads is waiting for Jackie to be ready to go back to their dorm she meets a boy named Ethan Hope. Mads and Ethan talk for a bit before Jackie asks if Mads is ready to leave. The next day mads goes to an engagement party for her brother Miles and his partner Darren. Mads' twin brother Ike realizes that something is wrong with Mads and he pulls her aside for a chat. Ike pretty much tells her that she shouldn't waste her time on a guy who doesn't see how cool she is.

#the sims 4 #the sims legacy #ts4 #the sims gameplay #the sims #the sims community

[ot5bymy1dheart]

Chapter 5 : Wait, Is This Déjà vu!?

It’s been a year since Louis joined the school. He is the PE coach of senior high. It’s his first time as a senior coach. Lately, he had to be in the ground almost every day. Training sessions are rough but couple more weeks then their final match hits. Louis loves spending time with the kids. He loves them as much he loves football.  After training he reached home in the evening. He was a bit stressed and tired but he had plans.

Purchasing the ring went smooth, it also made things easier. He stopped freaking out about the proposal anymore but he still had his worries so he decided to talk them out. He freshened himself and took the car to pick up Niall. They both planned to go to ‘The Clappers Bar’. Louis goes there whatever mood he is in, joyful or stressed, he will always feel better.

“Couple beers over here, please” Niall called out to the Bartender.

The boys talked about the football matches of the season. It was a good conversation maintainer between these two.

“Fook off mate, everybody knows Donny Rovers are the best.”

“Ok, I am stopping before you start calling me a bitch” teased Niall.

They both laughed. A good laugh and some booze are what Louis wants now. After some sips of the bitter liquid Louis spoke nervously, “I want to tell you something mate and I also need your help with it”

Niall blinked like he just had a déjà vu. ‘Well that’s creepy’ he thought.

“I am- ” started Louis.

“-going to ask Harry to marry you!...?” finished Niall not able to contain his excitement.

Louis eyes widens in surprise.

“Wait, did I say that already? Louis questioned in confusion. “Or am I that drunk I don’t remember saying it for the first time?” he added still being confused.

“HAHA gotcha mate. It was just a lucky guess. Wow! I am getting good at them” laughed Niall trying to cover up his mess. ‘Fuck’ he mentally cursed himself. ‘Harry would kill me if I spoil it for him’ he thought. “I won’t lie, I was pretty expecting it” continued Niall to make his blabber look like an honest guess.

Louis laughed nervously, it was quite a shock to him when Niall guessed his exact words but he didn’t take it as a big deal ‘cause they were dating for like 6 years now and people tend to expect this especially Niall. He just hoped he was not this obvious to Harry too. Spoiling the surprise for Harry was one of his biggest worries. He had to plan everything out without his boyfriend getting a clue.

“Yeah mate I am going to ask Harry to marry me and not just because it rhymes” laughed Louis at his own joke.

“Hey!, you stole my joke” laughed Niall along with Louis.

Louis pulled out a small velvet box out of his pocket. Niall took in a big gasp even before Louis revealed the shiny band. He keenly waited to see the ring, he almost let out a shriek when he saw the fascinating ring with a small green stone siting magnificently on its inside. He was getting exuberant and would probably be jumping up and down if they weren’t out.

“I want you to take to ring to the restaurant before our date, mate” said Louis.

“Oh!” replied Niall shocked by the request.

“No particular reason, I just felt this will go smooth” replied Louis for Niall’s unasked question.

Louis didn’t want to take chances for anything going wrong so he thought of asking Zayn to taking the ring to the restaurant. Later he was worried what if Liam finds out accidently. He knew Liam is not that stupid to blabber to Harry but his overthinking made him ask Niall to do it.

Niall gave a nod and safely placed the box inside his pocket.

Niall congratulated his best friend and they hugged each other. He ordered tequila shots for celebrating the wonderful news.

“To the best couple” raised Niall, “Don’t let Zayn or Liam hear it” he added laughing.

“To us” laughed Louis.

They let the hot drink flush down their throats and laughed in union.

“Like I said, I really need your help mate. I am sure I am going to propose but I have no idea about it. I am terrified that it won’t be perfect and I really want it to be perfect” brooded Louis.

This really bothered Louis too much, he knows how much this means to Harry and he wants it to be as magnificent as Harry can imagine. That’s the least he can do for his loving boyfriend.

Meanwhile Niall was hiding his smile to himself. At first, he was taken aback when Louis confirmed his doubt about him proposing but thinking about it he had many ideas running in his head right now. ‘This is awesome’ he thought. If he plans out everything then he can present his best friends a very memorable day. For now, all he has to do is make each other think that they are the one proposing. And if everything goes fine, he can make them both propose at the same time and there wouldn’t be anything more beautiful than that. Niall was very delighted that they both came to him and felt so happy about his little plan. He made it look like he was taking his time to think and finally replied.

“Take him to a romantic dinner, Harry would love that.”

“That would be nice we can spend some quality time too” agreed Louis thinking. “Maybe I can ask the waiter to drop the ring into the drink” he continued.

“Wow” replied Niall.

“Harry would love an astonishing restaurant.” cheered Louis. “I can buy him his favourite dish and… Damn” he stopped in mid-sentence.

Niall didn’t reply anything. He was still caught on the fact how the two mirrored each other.

Louis continued, “I can’t decide the food. Harry likes Mexican, Chinese and Italian”. He finished and looked at Niall for a response.

Niall thought for a moment and asked what Louis’ favourite is, knowing it is Italian.

“Italian” replied Louis.

“Then take him there” said Niall without thinking.

“But-”

“It’s a special day for you too mate, don’t you think you guys should celebrate it with something common?” questioned Niall.

Louis didn’t reply but his face showed that he agrees with Niall.

Niall cherished with happiness. He could see his plan already working.

Louis eyes sparked with joy. He imagined how it would be if he pops the question when Harry notices the shining ring in his drink. ‘It would be perfect’ he thought. It’s simple but perfect and that’s exactly how he wants it to be. Also, he have the feeling Harry would totally love this.

“Oh my god! Is Louis Tomlinson blushing?” teased Niall.

“No, I am not” Louis snapped back.

“Look at you all pink and cute” laughed Niall.

Louis gave a friendly punch on Niall’s shoulders but later joined him laughing. Louis was thankful for Niall being a great support. He almost figured everything, all he has to do is take Harry on the date and ask to marry him. But that’s the tricky situation, how is he going to bring it up to Harry? He doesn’t want to be obvious. He got sunk into his thoughts till Niall called his name.

“Louis”

“Yeah?”

“Just give Harry a hint that you want to have dinner in the restaurant some day and wait for him to pick a date. So that he won’t get any doubt” suggested Niall. “I can see you are really tensed up by that” added Niall with a warm smile.

‘I can do that, I am not going to rush into proposing so there is still plenty of time to plan and be subtle bringing it up’ he thought. This relieved him from the stress he had few minutes ago. The smile reappeared on his face and he replied, “That’s really a great idea” “How are you even single mate?” asked Louis

“By ignoring this” laughed Niall showing the bartender’s number on his tissue.

Louis laughed with Niall and then both the lads decided to leave. Louis dropped Niall and drove home.

.....

Chapter 4 : Hmm...My favourite dessert  

Chapter 6: Verte And Bleu Are Mirror Reflections!!!  

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[expensive-rainbows]

ok so sorry i havent been on here in like forever ive been rlly busy plus i dont like to go on here when my parents are home bc (im on a chromebook) theyll sometimes just grab it and like check what im doing so yeah no. but not much has happened so far.

also i have a plan for like life idk. so my high school has a college program where a teacher from a university goes to the high school and it lasts two years and by the end of it ill have like most of the credits for a minor in spanish and then theres a trip to spain between my junior and senior year thats like 6/8 weeks idk. and then my school partners with a company that has like extra classes so i wanna take the ems program and the cna program in my junior and senior years. then for college im deciding between msu and u of m bc msu has a cheaper tuition (like 17k for in state!) but idk which has a better pre med program. and then afterwards i still have to look into it a bit but im pretty sure nyus med school is free (tuition not room and board). after that idk where i wanna apply to be a resident but honestly ive thought pretty far ahead so honestly im impressed.

tw: sh, mental health issues, suicide, etc

also dw abt me im fine im js talking abt my brother

aparently my brothers on antidepressants but he has a new therapist so them combined might help. hes been like hurting himself and like been pretty miserable. plus hes been like bullied i think idk but hes definitely having like friend issues. hes in sixth grade and sixth grade has always been kinda bad like almost everyone i know struggled during sixth grade so idk. he wants to either go to boarding school which my parents immediately shot down bc not only is it expensive but like yk hed be there alone. but he also wants to go to a mental hospital but i dont think he rlly understands what going to a mental hospital means. also i think i got vertigo earlier today bc the room was like spinning really fast back and forth. like when your on a spinny thing and go back and forth on it. idk how to describe it. i looked up if vertigo was genetic since my dad has it but i couldnt get a straight answer out of google. but yeah idk. i think thats all i needed to tell you guys abt

[michpeach]

I'm exhausted but whatever

My daily schedule for the last few months or so has been this:

1) Doing homework at a coffee shop, usually Starbucks because they're everywhere. (8:30-10:00 a.m.) 2) Walk to my internship (I was a student teacher for a high school journalism program) (10-10:30 a.m.) 3) Internship (10:38 a.m.-1:09 p.m.) 4) Walk to my bus stop, because I can't drive (1:09-1:30 p.m.) 5) Clock in at work (I'm an assistant preschool teacher) (2 p.m.) 6) Clock out of work (6.p.m.) 7) Either go home or to my boyfriend's house where I'll eventually fall asleep, almost always involuntarily (6:30-9p.m.) 8) Wake up and realize I have things to do (homework, housework) and work on them usually past midnight (9 p.m.-?????)

Repeat.

On Tuesdays, instead of going to work, I'd go to school (my only in-person class). This afforded me about two extra hours of aimlessly walking around Barnes and Noble with a $6 latte, reading backs of book covers I'd never read.

I loved that time. I used to walk my dog every morning when I worked at a retail job that would maybe give me 8 hours a week. But then, my dad decided I should pay my university tuition on my own and I had to get a job that could give me more hours. Walking my dog was my "me" time, so lately I hadn't had much "me" time at all.

I last-minute decided that I wanted to and was capable of double majoring with American Studies. I really love my AMST classes and they help me feel better about choosing journalism as my major back when I was 17.

But deciding to double major in your senior year is stupid. I'm still doing it because I'm stupid. This semester I enrolled in 18 units. It was a lot, especially because my internship required almost 3 (unpaid) hours of my day and I have to work.

Next semester will be the same, 18 units. I had a time period a few weeks back where I said I’d just drop AMST all together, however, I found out that if I complete the degree, it will serve as “subject matter competency” for the multiple subject (a.k.a elementary) teaching credential program.

Oh, yeah. I guess I haven’t followed up from my “senior year” post. I decided to pursue a teaching career. I already have plenty of experience being in a classroom between my preschool job and the internship. I love working with kids, even teenagers.

That stupid quote gets stuck in my head.

“Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach.”

But I know this not to be true. There are really accomplished teachers and professors who just genuinely love to teach. The teacher who hosted me for my internship, for example, was a reporter for the Los Angeles Times, but he decided he wanted to teach English and Journalism. I think that’s awesome.

But the quote does stay in my head. I don’t know why.

Anyway, I’m tired. I never really experienced burnout, if that’s what this is. But I’ll get through it. I always do.

[whisperingwillowxox]

New Kid On The Block

Eddie and Cassidy get to know each other better.

Chapter 6

😈

Thankfully for Eddie, his final lessons of the day seemed to go quickly. He even bothered to pay attention for some of it. If he was being honest with himself, the newfound enthusiasm he had for the day may have had something to do with the high that he seemed to be on from getting Cassidy to join them for lunch. He thought back to the concentration on the small girl’s face as she had listened to Dustin explain the basics of the game, the way she bit her lip when she was really trying to get her brain around something.

He smiled to himself as he practically skipped down the front steps of the school, letting himself think about how her eyes lit up when she smiled.

Eddie didn’t even let his smile drop when he walked past the usual crowd of jocks on his way to his van, instead throwing them a wink when they started up with their usual jeers, calling him ‘Freak’.

The name used to upset him, although he never let them know it. It was like a shameful brand that just followed him around, reminding him that he was different, not worthy of people’s time. But, after years of living with it, he’d come to accept the name. It took him a while but now he wore the title ‘Freak’ like a badge of honour. Eddie let it remind him that he fought against conformity and instead decided to be who he wanted to be, rather than live a life being unhappy just so some people in varsity jackets would occasionally acknowledge his existence.

He was happy, he thought as he unlocked his van and climbed into the driver’s seat. Yeah, he didn’t live in a nice big house, he wasn’t flush with cash and his parents weren’t around, but it made him appreciate what he did have. He had his uncle Wayne, Hellfire, his friends, and his band.

He started up his van and the familiar sound of Iron Maiden started blasting through the speakers. Another thing he could have, Eddie thought to himself, was possibly a cute English senior.

As he began pulling out of the school parking lot, he wondered what music Cassidy listened to. She seemed too innocent and frankly adorable to listen to metal music. He could possibly see her listening to rock, but he imagined she was more into pop. He really hoped she didn’t like Madonna; he’d rather stick pencils in his ears.

His thoughts drifted back to the little smile she threw at him when he had caught her eye, but he quickly snapped back to reality and tried to shake it off. He reminded himself that he had only known her for a couple of days, and by the way she had reacted when he had put his arm around her it was plain to see that she wasn’t interested.

Trying not to dwell on why he felt a pang of disappointment at the thought, he sang along to 2 Minutes to Midnight whilst focusing on not hitting any freshmen that just decided to run across the road without looking.

Eddie had probably only been driving for a few minutes when he saw a familiar figure walking down the street. Grinning he immediately slowed down so he could stop next to her.

He saw Cassidy look concerned until he leaned across to wind down the window, still grinning like an idiot.

“Hey, Cass!”

She gave him a small smile in return as she approached the side of the van. “Hey Eddie.”

“Want a ride home?” He asked.

Cassidy’s eyes widened slightly at the offer. “Oh, no it’s alright. I don’t want to put you out.”

“Just get in, sweetheart.” Eddie told her, rolling his eyes at her politeness.

He watched as she seemed to have an internal debate with herself before opening the door and climbing into the van. With her now sat this close Eddie could have sworn there was a light blush on her cheeks, but it could have been exertion from all the walking she had just been doing.

“So, where am I headed?”

“I live on Partridge Crescent. Do you know it?”

Eddie gives a low whistle, “That’s a fancy part of town, Cass.”

“It’s snobby, it what it is.” Cassidy muttered, leaning back in her chair. Eddie snorted in response and set back off down the road.

“Is it on your way?” She asked, curiously.

He smiled widely at her, “Not at all.”

“Eddie. I don’t want you going out of your way for me.” She tried to argue.

“Don’t worry about it.” He told her. Eddie thought that was the end of it until he saw her lean forward in her chair out of the corner of his eye. She routed around in her backpack until she pulled her purse out.

“At least let me give you money for gas.” She offered, unzipping her purse, and looking at him expectantly.

Eddie turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow as he gave her his best “Really?” face. It definitely worked, as after a moment she zipped her purse back up, huffing as she threw it back into her bag and slouching back in her seat with her arms crossed.

The metalhead grinned again as he took in the small pout that appeared on her face before focusing back on the road. It was then that he saw his opportunity to have a chance to carry on getting to know the small blonde and win 20 bucks in the process.

“Tell you what, I know how you can repay me!” He looked back at her, a sly smile taking over his features.

Cassidy looked at him unsure. “Okay, how?”

“Come to Hellfire on Friday night.”

Her eyes immediately widen at his response. “What? But I don’t know how to play. Dustin said I needed to create a character.��

Eddie laughed at her, shaking his head in amusement. “Relax, Cass. I’m not asking you to conquer an army. Just sit in on a session and get a feel for it.”

Cassidy sat back in silence for a moment, clearly mulling over his proposition, before nodding. “Ok, deal.”

“Then the week after we’ll throw the army at you.”

She nodded at him seriously. “I think I could take them, I’m pretty scrappy.”

Eddie laughed loudly, “I don’t doubt it.”

He refocused on the road as they drove but was quickly distracted once again by the girl sitting next to him. This time his attention was drawn to how she seemed to be tapping perfectly to the beat of Flash of The Blade.

“You like Iron Maiden?” He asked suddenly, trying, and failing to keep the surprise from his tone.

“Some of their stuff. My dad is a fan, so I grew up hearing it in the car or around the house.”

“Your dad sounds pretty cool.”

Cassidy’s face lit up with a big smile and Eddie was captivated. “He really is.”

“So,” He starts, pretending like his brain hadn’t been broken by a girl smiling at him. “What do you like?”

“Oh.” She paused for a moment. “I feel like you’re going to make fun of me.” She admitted, sheepishly.

“Sweetheart I would never make fun of you.” Eddie said honestly. “Silently judge you, possibly.”

Eddie heard her giggle, and he was surprised at the sudden surge of pride he felt from knowing that he had been the cause.

“Honestly, I prefer stuff like Culture Club and Queen.”

“Culture Club, nah. But I can get on board with Queen.” He said as he glanced at her, “You’re not such a lost cause after all.” He finished, throwing her a wink.

She rolled her eyes playfully at him in response and the pair fell into a companionable silence as the music continued to play.

Eventually they arrived at Partridge Crescent and Eddie slowed down as Cassidy pointed out her house.

“We have arrived at your castle, Princess.” He announced dramatically as he stopped the van.

Cassidy giggled at his antics and turned to give him a shy smile. “Thank you, Eddie. This was very kind of you.”

“Yeah well, don’t go telling anyone. I’ve got a Town Freak reputation to uphold.” He teased.

Cassidy grabbed her bag and hopped out of the van. As she turned to grab the door, she looked back at him “I don’t think you’re a freak, Eddie.” She said, her voice quiet but sincere. With that, she closed the door and gave him a final wave before walking up the path and disappearing into her house.

Eddie sat in silence for a second before a shit eating grin enveloped his whole face. Feeling like a 16-year-old girl who’s crush just smiled at them, he pulled away from her house and decided to sing obnoxiously loud all the way home.

Back to Masterlist:

#eddie munson #eddie munson deserved better #eddie my beloved #hellfire club #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x original character

[simminglytimeladies]

Ye, just got meself evolved into senior high yay!

#txt #rambles #bleppingrl #basically i was in junior high and now im in senior high now #fucking finally #yeah my country is weird with their 2 year addition to the curriculum #i wish i still reach the time where high school is still 4 years #but yeah they decided that 6 years is better for senior high

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Best Parts Of Him

Sebastian Stan X Daughter!Reader

Summary: As time goes by he wants you to know that he'll be with you wherever you go, you'll always be his baby girl

Warnings: breakup, that's all I think.

Song: Best Parts of Me by Will Dempsey

A/n: The Romanian is from Google Translate it might not be right... If it isn't go ahead send me a message or an ask with the correct translation and I'll fix it thank you!

Princess is spelled prinţesă and dear/darling is dragă :)

I can still remember the first time I saw

Those brown eyes staring into mine

It was in that moment I felt a love

I never knew I would find

It's like God took my heart right out of my chest

Sebastian smiled down staring at your big doe eyes that were filled with so much innocence. He couldn't believe it, he was a dad. Not only a dad, but a dad to the most precious little thing he had ever seen. Wrapped in a pink hospital blanket, a tiny tuft of hair on your head, and most beautiful eyes he's ever seen.

"Oh bless you." He cooed as you let out a tiny sneeze. He was in love, you owned his heart now he swears. He's never loved anyone or anything as much as the little baby in his arms. "Aren't you just the most precious thing. I love you." He placed his lips onto your forehead before looking back at your face.

"I'm gonna teach you everything I know. And your gonna know Romanian. Asta e corect prinţesă." He finished in his mother tongue. (That's right princess)

And wrapped it all up in a little pink dress

And painted the most beautiful smile in the world

And topped it all of it with brown hair and curls

The day he made my baby girl

Sebastian took a deep breath before knocking on the door holding the sunflowers in front of him. He could hear giggling from the other side of the door before it was opened.

You were in your room with your grandmother before you heard the doorbell. You looked up at your grandma smiling.

"Go on." She urged. You went running out of the room giggling once you made it to the living room. Opening the door you saw your dad holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

"Yes daddy!!" You jumped up and down smiling. He chuckled.

"Prinţesă, can I take you to the daddy daughter dance?" He asked kneeling to look 6 year old you in the eye. He couldn't help but hope you'd always be this tiny little girl. His little princess.

"These are for you dragă."

"Thank you."

'Cause the best parts of me were given to you

And I hope that all of your dreams come true

And as time goes by

I want you to know that I'll be with you wherever you go

You'll always be my baby girl

"And the winner is-" You crossed your fingers and looked down at your dad who was sat in the audience. "Y/n Stan, with her dance act!" The principal announced. You smiled stepping forward.

"Here's your prize." The drama teacher came onto the stage with the prize, it was a fifty dollar toys R us gift card.

You found your way in the lobby of your school looking for your dad. He was stood next to your grandparents, holding a bouquet of flowers. You smiled hugging him.

"I won." You said proudly.

"Good job dragă."

She's as sweet as the syrup

She dripped on her dress

Won't leave the house if her hair is a mess

"Daad! It looks terrible I can't go to school like this." You said motioning to the lopsided braids.

"Hey little missy I'm trying my best." He said. "It does look pretty bad though doesn't it?"

"Yeah it does. Just pull it back up in pony tail daddy." You grumbled crossing your arms.

"How about pig tails?"

"Fine just get them even." You sassed. He gasped.

"Hey sassy mcsass I'll leave your hair like this."

"Sorry dad." You leaned up placing a kiss on his cheek.

"That's what I thought."

You should see her dancing when she thinks she's alone

Or the snap she sends me from her mama's phone

And I've made so many mistakes in my life

At least I did one thing right, my baby girl

Sebastian did his best to hold in his laughter as he watched you belting out to music. Doing a funny dance, holding you hairbrush like a microphone. He pulled his phone out and began filming.

"You held me down, but I got up already brushing off the dust." You sang along. "You hear my voice, you hear that sound."

"Like thunder, gonna shake the ground." Sebastian joined. You screamed turning around dropping the hair brush. "You held me down, but I got up." He motioned for you to keep singing. You smiled joining in.

"Get ready 'cause I've had enough, I see it all, I see it now."

"I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar." You two sang together. "Louder, louder than a lion, 'cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar."

'Cause the best parts of me were given to you

And I hope that all your dreams come true

And as time goes by

I want you to know that I'll that I'll be with you wherever you go

You'll always be my baby girl

A scream was heard through the penthouse. Sebastian jumped to his feet running out of his office toward the sound. Almost falling a few times before he made it to the living room, more importantly by the door. He sees you a big smile on your face, hugging a piece of paper to your chest other mail scattered on the floor around your feet. He immediately felt relief seeing you okay.

"What happened?" He asked walking closer careful to not step on the other mail.

"I got in!" You said looking at him with such joy he has never seen before.

"In what?" He smiled.

I got in my dream school!!!" You exclaimed. He gasped hugging you.

"I'm so proud of you!" He said. His baby girl all grown up, leaving for college this summer.

There'll be some hard times you'll face in this life

Just say the word and I'm by your side

And all those bandaids and heartbreaks and days that go wrong

You'll never face them alone

Sebastian was confused, you had been away at college for about three months, it was November now. He wasn't expecting you to come home until Thanksgiving, but you called him told him you'd be home for the weekend and staying during Thanksgiving break. He didn't know why though. You told him you were having a Friendsgiving with your roommate and some other friends you made at college this weekend then you'd start heading down the next morning. Though you called him Friday and told him you were on your way. So Saturday morning he was up and watching for you to get there.

"Dad?" You hollered walking into the penthouse. He came around the corner frowning when he saw you. What looked like dried tears on your cheeks and his old college hoodie you stole from him when you were 7, a clear sign you were sad.

"Dragă? What happened?" He immediately brought you into a hug. You broke, you tried all night to stay strong but here you were. You never could stay strong around your dad.

"H-he broke up with me." You choked out. He knew who you were talking about, your boyfriend Kevin. You and Kevin had been dating during senior year of high school and decided to try to take a chance at long distance.

"Oh prinţesă." He mumbled.

"He met someone new!" You cried. "I wasn't good enough."

"Hey. No, you don't talk about yourself like that." He pulled away putting his hands on your shoulders. "Ești perfect, frumos, nu vorbești rău despre tine! A intelege?" You knew he was serious when he broke out the Romanian. It was rare for him to talk to you in Romanian, it was more common for you two to talk to your grandmother in Romanian but it was only pulled out for you when you were in trouble. (You are perfect, beautiful, you don't speak ill of yourself! Understand?)

"da tată." You responded hugging him again. Your dad always could make you feel better. (Yes dad)

'Cause those best parts of me

Will never leave you

Wherever you go

Whatever you do

And if there comes a time

When I'm not around

You know where I'll be found

My baby girl

My baby girl

My baby girl, oh

A/n: I love this song, I found it on tiktok and think it's beautiful. Also, I think I perfected the songfic? With it in bold and italic while also indented. What do you think?

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