#every time I see the word plaza I think it’s actually pizza

[whereireid]

BACK TO BLACK [EDDIE MUNSON]

summary: A black lingerie set makes Eddie realise how badly he wants you, now and forever

warnings: dom!Eddie, rough!oral sex, rough sex, daddy!kink, breeding kink, mirror sex, slight impact!play, owning!kink, eddie ruins you basically

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"I don't know, Robin. I look, well, like a whore," you whisper from the depths of the changing room. You stand in front of the mirror, grimacing at yourself. The lingerie set you're wearing is so incredibly skimpy; it's so thin it's practically see-through. Black lace shrouds your body like beautiful vines, and you look sexy and dangerous. It’s something that your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, would definitely like, but you can’t help but feel overly exposed, like everyone’s eyes are on you, and you’re in a room alone; how are you going to cope standing in front of Eddie wearing this, when his gaze is always dark and hungry when it comes to you?

Robin, who stands on the outskirts of the changing room, sighs heavily. The only thing separating the two of you is the thinnest layer of curtain, so thin that you're convinced if Robin squinted hard enough she'd be able to see through it and see your entire exposed body. "But that's what you said Eddie likes," Robin quips back. "In like, a nonoffensive way. You said he liked the thought of you looking like a, uh," she stumbles over her words. You can imagine the flush on her freckled cheeks as she's speaking. Her voice drops to a whisper. "You said he liked you looking like a whore, right?"

Humming in response, you stare at yourself in the mirror. It's the only underwear set you've tried on that fits perfectly, and isn't pressing your boobs up to the point it looks like you've got two overblown balloons sitting on your chest. Frankly, you looked good, a little slutty, a little hot. You can imagine Eddie's reaction to the lingerie set, and you bite your lip as you look at yourself. It's pricey, totaling in at almost seventy dollars, which is what you make in a fortnight at the Pizza Plaza, but honestly? You're seriously considering buying it.

"It's too expensive," you call out. "Seventy dollars is a rip-off."

"That set is gonna practically pay for itself the amount of times Eddie will make you put it on," Robin says, her voice turning to a whine. "Hurry up and decide if you're gonna buy it. We wanted ice creams, remember?”

"Robin, I'm nervous," you admit. "I've never bought anything like this before. And I know Eddie's gonna like it, but what if deep down he doesn't?” Insecurity laps at your voice.

Robin sighs. "Eddie would be into you if you wore a potato sack as a dress, and this lingerie set you've picked out for him? It's much better than a potato sack, so get over yourself! Either stop procrastinating and actually buy the damn set or.. just dump it in the changing rooms and we can make a run for it, ‘cause I do not wanna be seen putting it back on the shelf.”

Nerves settle in your stomach as you glance at yourself one last time. Well, here goes nothing, you think as you muster up the courage to speak. "I think 'm gonna buy it."

"That's a girl!” Robin’s voice is thick with excitement. “Now, do we go to Scoops Ahoy or do we find an Ice Cream truck somewhere?"

Forty-five minutes and two salted caramel swirls later, you clutch onto a Victoria's Secret bag so tightly your knuckles are turning white. Your grip on it is so tight other people probably think it holds your biggest shame inside.

The only shame you have about what’s in the bag is the fact it costed you seventy fucking dollars.

The two of you walk through Hawkins mall, side by side, contently licking your icecreams, both humming in satisfaction every so often. It's nice, having a girl friend for once. Your boy-ish dress sense and rowdy personality seemed to steer girls away from you, not that you minded; perhaps if you had been a cheerleader like your sister, you wouldn't have met Eddie.

The brightness of the sun blinds the both of you as you step out into the mall parking lot. You flinch slightly at the harshness of the light, and Robin does, too. It's nearing three o'clock - the time Eddie told you he'd be here to pick you up, and you scour the parking lot for any signs of his small automobile. You find it almost instantly, and see him behind the wheel, seemingly distracted by something in the backseat of his car. You clutch the bag nervously, and Robin gives you a generous, loving pat on the back.

"You've got this," she tells you. "Just hide it in the boot of his car 'til you get to his trailer or something. Do not let him see it now. It'll ruin whatever surprises you've got up your sleeve."

Swallowing thickly, you nod your head and stalk towards Eddie's car. He shoots you a loving smile, and you can't help but swoon at the sight of him. His curls are messy on top of his head, but he somehow suits it, and you're convinced he's in the same clothes as the day before. You crinkle your nose as you approach the passenger's seat of the car. Don't let him see it, you remind yourself. As you scooch into his car, you almost go to ask him if you can open the boot, but then he'd ask why, and then you'd have to awkwardly tell him. You opt for the opposite - to have it at pressing between your legs, the Victoria's Secret logo facing you.

"Have a good day, baby?" asks Eddie. You've barely finished putting your seatbelt on by the time he's got his foot on the accelerator, speeding out of the mall's parking lot.

"It was actually pretty good," you admit shyly. "I got a few things for myself - some new lip glosses, a new eyeshadow pallet.."

Eddie laughs. "You only wear black eyeshadow, baby. What'd'ya need so many pallets for?"

"They do run out, you know," you say defensively. Eddie grins to himself. "I don't have an infinite supply of eyeshadow."

"How much did it all cost?" he drums his fingers against the steering wheel, his mixtape playing faintly in the background. “‘ll pay for ya.”

You bite your lip nervously. "Totalled in at around about seventy dollars."

"Well, shit. That's a lotta eyeshadow you must've bought, huh?" Eddie shoots you a suspicious look, and you just shrug your shoulders in response. “Get the money out of my wallet tonight, baby, ok?”

“But-“

“No buts, baby. Like to treat my girl.”

The trailer park isn't too far from Hawkin's mall. It's a twenty-minute drive at most, and you can't help but gaze out of the car window. Although you grew up in Hawkins, you can’t help but still love the flowers that bloomed everywhere: for someone with Hayfever, they were an absolute nightmare to live with, but they looked pretty, and they didn't make you that sick. Often you'd ask Eddie to stop on the side of the road so you could pick some and decorate his trailer with them, but the bundle of nerves in your stomach has rendered you unable to even ask. So, you simply gaze and watch as they fly by like fleeting stars.

The rest of the car drive withholds a comfortable silence between you, though you can tell Eddie is wondering what's really in your bag. Master of Puppets plays faintly in the background, and you barely noticed that you've pulled into the trailer park because you had been too busy worrying yourself over what Eddie would think about your little 'surprise', and whether or not he's going to figure it out before you've even put it on.

"We're here, baby." Eddie gets out of the car and then practically hops over his bumper to hold the car door open for you. The roll of your eyes doesn't go amiss when he does it, but he simply shrugs in response. "Complain if I do, complain if I don't."

When you enter the trailer, the familiar smell of pine, cigarettes and cheap cologne fills your nose. It smells so strong, so comforting, like home, and the nerves in your stomach settle. Robin was right - Eddie will absolutely love this gift you've got him, perhaps a little too much.

Following you inside of his trailer, Eddie shuts the door and raises his hand to scratch his neck. The bottom of his shirt rides up and your face flushes red in response. "Seventy dollars, huh?"

"Mhm. It wasn't the pallet that cost that much, silly," you fake a giggle in response, looking up at your boyfriend, clutching the bag in your hand desperately. You aren’t a great liar, and you struggle to come up with an excuse. "There was a deal that came with it, for an extra thirty dollars."

"Must be a pretty good deal, baby," Eddie utters, sitting on the couch. He pats his knee. "C'mon, sit on my lap and tell me all about this exclusive deal of yours." His face holds a grin, and you realise he has little idea of the wonder within your bag. And if he does, he isn’t letting on.

Pride fills your chest - you aren't a good liar, especially not by Eddie's standards, and yet you're managing to smoothly lie through your teeth. You place the bag on the floor, logo facing away from Eddie, and then you prance over to him, making yourself comfortable on his knee. His stubble brushes against your chin, and heat rushes to your face in response.

"Well, the deal, it was gonna run out today," you begin, trying to work out where this lie was going. Eddie watches you intently, watches how your eyelashes flutter when you speak to him, how your face reddens as he moves his hands towards your waist and how you slightly clench your little fists when he moves his knee against your crotch. "The deal, I mean. Robin's the one who saw it. She was like, 'I know you like your eyeshadow, what'dya think of this' and then she showed me. It was really good, actually, if I bought it and it runs out in the next three years, which it will, I get four free pallets. And the extra twenty dollars I just got a bunch of lipstick and lipgloss and a couple’a ice creams-“

You're cut off by Eddie's lips pressing against yours. "That's real interesting, baby," Eddie murmurs. His voice is low and husky, and his eyes gaze down at your chest. "Why don't you go put your things away and come back out here? Daddy's missed you."

Heat rushes to your face and you scramble off of Eddie's leg. You grab the bag from the floor, murmur a quick 'I'll be back' and rush into his bedroom. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, but it doesn't go away, and your heart races with anticipation. What if he hates it? you wonder. Butterflies occupy your stomach and nerves trickle in every bit of your blood. You grab the black lingerie set from the bag. Watching yourself in the mirror that sits carefully above his bed, your face contorts as you begin to undress yourself a second time today. The pink bra you're wearing is pretty enough, but it doesn't give you the same ounce of confidence that the outrageously expensive set you just purchased does. It also is nowhere near as sexy. You rid yourself of your jeans and chew on your lip nervously.

Unclipping your pink bra, and sliding the matching pink underwear off of your legs, you anxiously replace it with the set you've just purchased. Somehow it looks better here, in Eddie's chaotic, clustered bedroom than it did in the changing rooms. It's dark, vague, leaves little to the imagination; it's horrifically indecent, the panties fine and thin, and you worry that Eddie's rough hands will rip them to shreds instantly.

"Baby, you almost ready?" you hear him call from the living room. You stare at yourself in the mirror before replying.

"'ll be out in a minute!"

Slowly, but surely, you stalk out of Eddie's bedroom. When you arrive back in the living room, he isn't looking in your direction, but instead has a magazine splayed out in front of him, reading it lazily. You've seen it before - it's the magazine slating D&D and every time he gets bored he goes back to reading it just to make fun of the comments.

Putting on the best bratty pout you could muster, you call out, "Eddie," and when he doesn't look up, you bite your lip. You're in his living room now, and you can't hide the pang of excitement that rushes to your core. "Eddie, do you like it?" you call a little louder, and Eddie's head snaps up.

It's like you see his reaction in slow motion. First confusion clouds his eyes, then love, then lust, and he can't hide the twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Well, well, well, baby,” he exclaims, practically jumping from the sofa. A a hungry, desperate smirk paints his lips and goosebumps flood your body as he closes in on you. He circles you, like a lion, and you stand, exposed in his living room, face flushing red, heat rushing to your core, hands slightly trembling. "What've we got here?"

"Got this for you, Eds," you say quietly. "D'ya like it?"

"Do I like it?" his voice is low, merely a whisper, but it comes across more like a growl. He comes up behind you, and you whimper as his lips make soft contact with your neck, the bulge in his jeans brushing against your lower back. "I fuckin' love it, baby. Have you seen what you look like?" You hum in response, and he begins to press hard, sloppy kisses on your neck. "Fucking hell," his voice is practically a whine, and you shudder as he begins to bite and lap his tongue at your neck, mewling at the tension that grows in your stomach as he marks you. "Gotta show everyone you're mine, huh?" his hand roughly smacks your ass, and you gasp at the sudden impact, jolting forward slightly.

"Uh-uh, baby," he scolds. You turn to face Eddie, your face contorting into embarrassment, and he takes you in once more. His eyes flicker all over your body and you bathe in his gaze. "You know not to move away from Daddy's touch 'less you say the special word."

"'M sorry, daddy," you look up at him through your lashes, "just shocked me, is all."

"That's ok, baby, but do it again 'n daddy's gonna have to punish you real hard." He stares at you, and then his eyes flicker towards his bedroom door. "Back to the bedroom, baby. All fours, facing the wall."

Complying almost instantly, you rush into his room. The Victoria's Secret bag is sat by the door, and your clothes scattered messily along his bedroom floor, but you ignore the mess you’ve created and do exactly what he says. You face the wall which allows for you to see him come in, and your face lights up in anticipation when Eddie stalks in the room like a predator, his torso bare, his hands pulling on his belt. It slides out of the captivity of his jeans like a snake, and you shudder as he drops it to the floor.

"No need for the belt, today, baby. Face the mirror, please,” Eddie tells you, and you obey him, eagerly. Trailing over towards you after he abandons his jeans on the floor next to his belt, Eddie decides to slide in behind you, resting his hands on your hips, taking in your body. "You've been a good girl." He pulls on the string of your panties and then let's go, allowing it to snap at your skin. You let out a squeal in response and Eddie lets out a throaty laugh, pressing his hard, ready cock against your ass. It leaves a slick trail of precum behind. "See how hard daddy is for you?"

"Uh-huh." You sway your ass in response, and Eddie groans, kneading his hands into the skin of your ass.

"You look so pretty," he tells you. Eddie admires you, his hands snaking over your back and then sliding underneath to grasp at your chest. "Such pretty little titties. Would love to see 'em bounce as I fuck you, but I'd rather ruin you whilst you're still wearing this slutty little fuckin' set of yours."

You whine as he edges your underwear to the side slightly. "'M not even gonna take it off. Just gonna fuck you in it."

Eddie watches you in the mirror, watches how your body tenses slightly as he pushes the tip of his cock against the entrance of your pussy. "Relax baby," he tells you, "you can take it."

His cock stretches you out, needy and dripping pre-cum. A soft whimper leaves your mouth as he pushes his cock further into you, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. Eddie's cock brushes against the spongy spot inside of you and it drives you crazy, low mewls escaping your mouth. "Now now, baby," he says, grip on your ass tightening, "Daddy’s not even all in yet."

Easing himself in, Eddie doesn't stop until his balls rest against you. Your swollen cunt tightens against him and he groans, trailing his fingers up your pushed-aside underwear, toying with the lace. “Watch me fuck you, baby," he orders, delicately beginning to move, making slow strokes inside of you.

Your cunt throbs and aches with every thrust of his hips. With each thrust, his strokes speed up, and you can feel him sliding in and out of you easily. Your cunt is dripping wet, and you whimper as he begins to take faster more needy thrusts. Your head falls down on the bed, eyes rolling back slightly, unable to focus as Eddie begins to fuck you unforgivingly, the snapping of his hips withholding an agressive mess which drives you wild.

“I said watch me.” Eddie's hand smacks against your ass brutally, and you raise your head in response. Your body feels heavy, like you're being pinned down, even though Eddie’s weight is not resting against you whatsoever. Staring in the mirror, you watch Eddie’s face as your cunt stretches and drips around Eddie's cock, taking in how his long curls bounce around his shoulders, how his tongue wet his lips every couple of seconds. His thrusts are so long, so hard, so deliberately teasing, and you can't help the heat that rushes to your core as he hits the spongy spot inside of you with every thrust.

"Hm, love my cock, don't ya, baby?" Eddie's voice is teasing, but there's tension in his tone. Your cunt is so good to him - so good at gripping his cock and he's struggling to breathe, basking in the ecstasy of the fast, sloppy thrusts. "So wet around me. 'M thinkin' you were tryna get me riled up, baby. Tryna make me make you mine forever."

Your head droops slightly. A whine leaves your mouth as his fingers curl into your hair, pulling your head back spitefully. You can see better now, see how your ass trembles with every buck of his hips, see how harshly he’s gripping your ass: his knuckles are white. You cry out when he forces your legs apart and smacks your wet cunt, not stopping the snapping movement of his hips. His hands snake around your front again, and he slips his hands in your bra, squeezing and kneading at your tits, now bent over you in such a dangerously awkward position, but this only causes his cock to stretch you out more; your squeezes his cock desperately, your hands finding their way to his pillows, gripping them needily. Your insides curl with pleasure, your vision begin to blur and blacken with stars, and your chest rises and falls quickly.

"Daddy," you cry out, your body shaking, desperate and small against him. "'M gonna cum, daddy."

Eddie bites his lip so hard he draws blood, and his thrusts become quicker, more aggressive, and he snakes his hands down towards your cunt, toying with your clit. "Gonna cum, are ya, baby? Cum all over daddy's cock, yeah?" You can only hum in response, eyes squeezing shut as he keeps his attention on your clit, his thrusts become more and more sloppy, and you can feel his cock twitching inside of you. Both of you are desperate for release, and your moans get higher, louder, your core twitching and screaming with pleasure, and you muffle the moans that escape your lips with Eddie's pillows; but he grabs your hair again and tugs so harshly tears prickle your eyes. His cock is unforgiving against you, his spare hand's fingers swirling and nipping at your tip. The feeling makes your legs shake. Heat rushes to your core and you crave release.

“You can cum, baby. Daddy's just gonna keep goin' til he fills you up. That's right. Gonna fill you up with my cum so good I might even fuck a lil' Munson into you."

Cheeks flushing a shade of hot red at his words, you can't help the expression of want that clouds your face and his thrusts stay the same, desperate, sloppy pace, and your pussy tightens against him. "You like that idea, huh?" he's struggling to get his words out now - he always does when he watches you fall apart in front of him - his cock twitches, ready to fill you up, but he won't allow himself release until you've come undone on his cock. "Want a lil' Munson in your belly, baby? Daddy can give you that. Just be a good girl 'n cum for me."

You squeeze your eyes shut and come undone around him. It feels like you're bathing in ecstasy, living in paradise as you finish around him, your cum soaking the bedsheets and his cock. Eddie's jaw clenches as you come undone, your cunt tightening around him, gripping him so tight it feels like you're trying to milk him, and he can't help the arousal that fills the pit of his stomach as he cums inside you, filling you with his hot seed. His thrusts don't stop, instead, he keeps up with the movement of his hips, trying to force as much of his cum inside of you as possible, trying to keep it all in. Your body shakes beneath him, and when he finally stops, he faintly lets the grip on your hair go, allowing for your head to drop back on the bed, and your body feels faint, your vision clouding with black, stars rendering you unable to see. You try to blink them away, and whine as Eddie’s cock brushes against the spongy spot inside of you again. You’re so sensitive to his touch, it makes you shudder.

"Mm," Eddie's hips jutter as he keeps himself leant into you, still hard, wanting you to take all of him. "God, baby, you needed that, huh?"

"Felt so good, Eddie. You're so good to me." You back up into him as much as possible, your body still shaking against him. "Did you like the set I got for you, daddy?” Your voice is innocent.

"'Oh I fuckin' love it baby." He slips out of you, satisfied with how his cum begins to drip out of your cunt, and how swollen and used your pussy looks. "But 'm not done yet. Best you turn over, baby, give daddy a good look at this slutty set of yours now you're all worn out."

It doesn't take Eddie long to straddle you after you roll over to face him. He doesn't lean much of his weight on you, sitting cautiously on your stomach, his cock still rock hard in front of you. He grins down at you, eyes flickering from your covered tits to your lips, and you gaze up at him, blissfully unaware of what he wants. You feel him drip out from between your legs, and you try to open them to allow for a quicker, less uncomfortable process, but he tuts in disapproval, clamping them shut with his hands. The tip of his cock is red and leaking still, somehow, and some of his leftover cum gently drips on your chest, thankfully missing your bra.

"You look like a whore," Eddie finally admits, his cock twitching at his confession. "Can just imagine you wearing this skimpy little set under those little skirts and blouses you wear to school. Just imagine it, baby, you sitting on my lap during one of my campaigns, all of our friends blissfully unaware of how fucking slutty you look underneath your clothes. How used and abused you'll be after that campaign session finishes. Fuck, baby, you're never gonna take this off. Not gonna let ya. ‘M gonna have to go get you a few more of these. Maybe one in a pretty little baby blue, make you seem all innocent. Fuck, that'd be hot, don't ya think, sweetheart?"

"Cost seventy bucks, Eds," you say shyly, looking up at him through your lashes. “Too expensive to buy a couple more.”

"Never said I was gonna buy 'em, baby. Munsons know how to steal." At the mention of his last name, his hands cup your belly, pondering on whether or not he actually had fucked a baby into you. The thought of it makes his cock twitch again. The thought of you, full of life, full of a little you and him makes his heart race. His, forever. That's what you'd be. He'd graduate, go into full-time work, and take a loan out for a pretty little house in the suburbs of Hawkins before you’d have managed to give birth. "Any colors you'd like?"

"There was pretty lilac one in there," the words spill from your lips quicker than you'd like to admit, but you know Eddie would pester you for an answer until you ultimately gave in. "And a nice baby blue one. I just didn't have the money for ‘em, Eds, and was, y'know, testing the waters."

"Testing the waters? What, ya'didn't think I'd like how you'd look in this? Didn't think I'd get so pent up I'd fuck a baby in you? Didn't think I'd get so fuckin' riled up by how fuckin' precious you looked that I’m gonna have to fuck your throat to the point you can’t breathe?"

The tip of his cock brushes against your bottom lip, and he looks down at you, his eyes michevious. "Answer me, baby. Daddy wants to know what's been goin' through the silly little head of yours."

"Well, I just wasn't sure if you'd want me to spend all of my money on this," you admit, shyly, flinching as his expression stays stoic. "I mean, thought ya might say it was a waste of money."

"Not a waste, baby, no. Tongue out, good girl." He slaps his cock on your tongue, his eyes never breaking contact with yours. "You look good, baby. And I’m paying for this, remember? I just gotta be careful with this set, don't I? Cost me a lotta money, can't break and ruin it the way I could if you woulda just bolted out the store with it."

Eddie smirks as your tongue flicks the tip of his cock. His cum is now resting in your cunt, no longer dripping out of it, and you wonder if Eddie meant what he said. If he actually wanted a little Munson. I mean, the both of you hadn't even graduated yet. Maybe you'd speak to him about it later, ask if he wanted you to take the morning after pill. Maybe you won't bring it up. Maybe you'll let fate decide. You aren’t sure just yet.

"'M not like that, Eddie. Can't just steal a lingerie set from the mall."

"Mm, but I am, baby. And you're gonna get all the sets you've ever fuckin' wanted and more. I didn't know you liked that, baby, wearin’ lacy underwear. You’re not really a fan of lace. I mean, I know you're into some nastier shit, but I never took you as the type to dress up for me. Makes me feel good. Proud."

"Feel stupid, Eds, for being so nervous.” You giggle. “Seems so... vanilla compared to everything else we do." Your eyes flicker towards the handcuffs which rest on the railing at the bottom of Eddie's bed, and then you crane your neck to get a better look at the belt on the floor.

"That's 'cause it is, baby. I mean, how did you know I'd be into it? Usually ya just surprise me with your pretty little fuckin' naked body." His right-hand rides swiftly up and down his cock, his left hand toying in your hair. "I mean, fuck, I love ya both ways, but the thought of you in this skimpy little set underneath those cute, innocent little clothes you wear? You sitting at the cafeteria table with me, talkin' to Jeff and Gareth like you aren't wearing a set I've fucking ruined you in? Fuck, I love it, baby."

Eddie presses the tip of his cock against your mouth, this time not bothering to wait for your tongue to come out. He needs your lips wrapped around his cock, needs you to awkwardly suck him off, just so he can have a view of how pretty your tits look in the bra. "That's right, baby," Eddie's teeth grind together. "Suck it."

Your lips wrap around his cock graciously. You love how he feels in your mouth, how the salty taste of him dances across his tastebuds. Despite the awkward position you're in - Eddie straddling you, your body barely elevated enough to actually get him all of him your mouth easily - you know he chose this position for a reason. You take him all the way, your cheeks hollowing around his cock, and Eddie praises you when your tongue trails and wraps over the throbbing veins of his shaft. He needs to own you, needs to claim this side of you, needs to show you this underwear set belongs to him, and that you'll wear it when he fucking tells you to wear it. He needs to fill you up, again and again, needs to have you gag on his cum, needs to fill your pretty cheeks up to the point his seed dribbles out from your lips.

"Like that, baby," he says. "Just like that."

Your mouth is so wet and tight around his cock, he feels like he's in heaven, his tip pulsating, his curls sticking to his slightly sweaty shoulders. You watch him as you slide your mouth up and down him with ease, not missing the way his eyes flicker from your mouth to your chest, and you moan slightly as you raise your own hands to your chest, gently pushing your tits out of the bra. His cheeks flush red at your movement, appreciating your mouth taking him all in. But when you tease your nipples graciously, Eddie grits his teeth, raising a hand and slapping you across the face. It’s gentle - not hard enough to leave a mark, but still a slight gasp leaves your lips. His cock spills out of your mouth as a result, and he grips your wrist, mock anger plastered on his face.

"Naughty girl. You don't touch what Daddy owns 'til Daddy says you can. These belong to me," his hands trail down to your tits, which he grips tits harshly, though they loosen once he sees a flash of pain behind your eyes. "They’re mine, ok, baby?"

"Yes, daddy."

"You remember the safe word, baby? Don't wanna hurt you too bad."

"I remember." You slide your tongue out of your mouth, positioning yourself so he can use your throat as a fuck toy, and you look up at him eagerly. Your tongue licks the tip of his cock teasingly, and he grunts in response, his thigh tensing in want. “I want you to use me, Eddie. Show me how much you own me and this skimpy little set I bought for you. Please, daddy, need you to fill my throat up."

"Whatever you want, baby." Eddie pushes his cock against your tongue, and it slides into your mouth with ease. Your mouth is so fucking wet, and he rests his knees on either side of you, and positions his hips so they're above you. His cock nestles in your mouth. "'M gonna fuck your little throat. No mercy. You needa break, you want me to stop, tap my thigh three times, baby, 'n I'll stop straight away. Blink if you understand."

You blink. He grins down at you. "Good girl," he says, and before you get a chance to grin back at him, his hands are in your hair, his cock in your throat. You gag at the intrusion, but he doesn't stop, his hips thrusting, his balls hitting you in the face, his cock brutally smashing against the back of your throat. Eddie glides in easily, slips out easily, your mouth a wet fairground, and he groans, hands slapping and grabbing at your tits. "Such a pretty girl. Love making your Daddy proud, love him filling you up, huh? God, I wanna cover you tits with my cum, baby. Gonna cum in your mouth then 'm gonna pull out and finish by cumming on your tits and this skimpy little bra of yours."

Hands gripping and kneading at your tits, fingers and thumbs brushing over your nipples, electric shocks shooting through your body as you stare up at him, your eyes glistening with tears. Eddie laughs, though his strokes slow a little to ease the pressure on the back of your throat. "Gonna cry, baby?" his hands come up to wipe the tears that spill from your eyes, and his thrusts grow needy. His cock begins to leak precum, and you lap it up, tongue flicking against him in your mouth, your eyes desperate. You're matching his pace, and fuck, Eddie loves it, loves using you like a fuck toy, and he throws his head back, his curls bouncing dangerously. You gaze up at him, unable to musk the love and adoration that clouds you face as you hollow your cheeks, making your mouth tighter, as you purposely slide your tongue up and down and around his tips to make his legs shade. His brown eyes are in ecstasy, heaven, you're his salvation and he loves it, loves you, and he can't help the twitch of his cock as he thinks about filling you up once more.

"Your mouth is so good," Eddie's voice holds a slight twinge of desperation, and his grip on your tits loosens, but he doesn't stop fucking your throat. "'M so fuckin' close already." His voice is a grumble, and he can't help the moan that leaves his mouth as you look up at him with fuck-me eyes. "I wanna cover you in my cum so bad. Make you mine."

"'M yours, Eddie," you manage to mumble out between thrusts, though the words are muffled by the slamming of his hips. Sloppy noises fill the room as his thrusts grow beyond desperation, and he needily begs you to talk him through his orgasm. "'M all yours. Claim me, cover me in your cum, Eds." Your voice is barely audible, but the sound of it vibrating in your chest is enough for Eddie - he cries out in delight, his cock twitching in your throat, gentle "oh my god's" escaping his lips, and he cums.

Saltiness fills your mouth, and he looks down at you, lips parted slightly, eyebrows furrowing, arms shaking, struggling to hold himself up, and he slips out of your mouth, still cumming, his hot speed spraying on your mouth and chin, dribbling down your throat, and he purposely points it at your tits. Little covers your bra, though some does, and he marks your tits with his cum. He doesn't stop shaking, his hand gently riding up and down his cock, trying to push through his orgasm. You grip his biceps tightly, gasping for air - his cock had left little room for breathing - and wait for him to ride through his orgasm.

"Well, forgive me Father 'fore I have sinned," Eddie announces, letting out a breathy laugh and you giggle beneath him, his thumb rolling over your chin and mouth, painting it with his seed. He pushes his thumb in your mouth and you take it, sucking it generously, and Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. "Well, we're gonna have to put that set of yours in the wash, baby. Got a lil dirty, huh?"

"Mhm," you agree with him, lifting yourself slightly, unclipping your bra. Once he's fully collected himself, Eddie helps you roll your panties down, and he takes your bra from you, stumbling out of his bedroom and into the bathroom where the washing machine lives.

Eddie returns with a slightly damp towel, his eyes clouding over with concern as he gazes down at the mess he made of you. Love bites litter your neck, and your thighs and chest are sticky with his cum. "Didn't hurt you too bad, did I, baby?"

"No, Eddie," you smile softly. "You were perfect." He begins to press the damp towel to your chest. He cleans you gently, making sure there's nothing left over, before traveling down to do the same to your thighs. He beckons for you to open them, and you do, and he begins to cautiously wipe them.

"I meant it," Eddie says quietly when he finishes cleaning you. He tosses the towel to the side, making a mental note to pick it up later. "Well, maybe not yet, but at some point."

"Meant what, Eds?" your voice is as delicate as a flower, and it pulls at Eddie's heartstrings. He lays next to you, pulling you in beside him. His heartbeat is faint, and you nuzzle into his chest in comfort.

"Eventually, someday, maybe after we graduate. Wanna have a little Munson runnin' round. White-picket fence house, nothin' too big, little garage so me and Jeff and Gareth can practice our music." His voice is merely a whisper, and you smile into him, planting a gentle kiss to his chest. "I can't imagine my life with anyone else." His voice is honest.

"I love you, Eds," you tell him.

"I love you too, baby. 'Specially that little underwear set of yours you bought today."

A soft giggle escapes you, and the both of you close your eyes. Your hands rest against Eddie's waist and chest, and Eddie's in your hair, gently playing with the strands that flow down your shoulders. You're the first to doze off, gentle breaths leaving your mouth, and he stares down at you.

He's definitely gonna have to steal you some more of that underwear.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things vol 4 #stranger things fic #eddie munson imagine #womnsfw

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Pfft alright superstars I got some more shenanigans for ya.

(Based on the au I posted about, which I still need to think up a name whoops Edit: is now called Shooting Stars Au)

Gregory having a blast watching papa bear perform (he has a vip ‘all star’ pass that grants him access a number of places throughout the plaza and that’s his dad so :p) everything is awesome since he can actually enjoy a full show without any interruptions this time around so he really gets the full experience with a front row seat. Every so often as Freddy sings he glances over at Gregory to make sure he’s safe and having a good time along with flashing him a grin or a playful wink. Pfft Freddy would totally want to look cool in front of his cub so he’d pull off some cool dance moves-all of which Gregory would laugh and think is so cheesy but he’d love it.

The day is going smoothly and the show was a hit with fans eagerly bouncing up and down asking for autographs and wanting to speak with the band. Freddy gets caught up in a group of kids asking him all sorts of questions which Gregory would understand, afterall he knows how cool his papa bear is. He leaves him a message through the fazwatch that he’s going to grab a slice of pizza and wait for him back at his dad’s show room but as he makes his way through the plaza he sees a tall scruffy looking man talking to a little kid-he doesn’t think much at first but stops and notices that something doesn’t seem right; they don’t look anything like each other and the man decides to hold out a plush Roxy just out of the little girls reach when Gregory rushes over to her and casually pretends he knows her. As you can imagine the man tries to play it off like he’s the kids dad but Gregory asks and she shakes her head then the man getting frustrated and saying he didn’t mean any harm but it escalates to the jerk trying to use his size to intimidate Gregory and then is surprised when his shins get kicked in and ends up on the floor 😆

Man becomes mad, curses and threatens them but unfortunately for him those words are followed by a large shadow falling over his figure and a much more threatening growl coming from a very protective animatronic papa bear who grabs the guy from the scuff of his trench coat and lifts him off the ground with ease. Let’s just say there was a need for a clean up and mean scary man had a lot of explaining to do outside in a police car with the glamrocks intensely staring with murder intent from the entrance. On a lighter note Gregory helps the little girl find her worried mom with Roxy’s help (so the girl feels comfortable and happy) and make sure she’s safe.

#fnaf sb skit #fnaf sb au idea #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach au #fnaf security breach #the glamrocks #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory #shooting stars au #sbss au

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Okay hold on I had an idea: so either bodyguard!bucky or Carter Baizen two very different vibes but I think it could swing either way with this concept, OKAY so, basically, it's your wedding day and you're nervous not for any real reason, just a lot of pressure knowing people are going to be watching you and stuff and one of your friends slips out to let him know and him just standing on the other side of the door holding your hand though really soft and protective 1/2

Basically reminding you that there's no pressure. And you know you want to marry him it's all you want and he's like "we could get married at city hall if you wanted, we don't have to do this" but you tell him you want to. And him just rubbing circles on the back of your hand telling you how excited he is to see you and be your husband and stuff . 2/2

it never really registered for y/n who she was dating. for her, carter baizen was the man whose luggage the air company had given to her by mistake which led to the two of them running around the airport to find each other. 

maybe back then she should’ve noticed the two of them were not part of the same world. sure she didn’t look like a slob, but anyone could see he was clearly someone and probably the one man in the flight wearing a suit yet when she saw that smile for the very first time, it just escaped her mind 

she knew who he was and he had told her pretty much everything she could hear or find yet the two of them were far removed from the world which he once called his playground. 

sure carter enjoyed to pamper his girlfriend from fancy dinners at the newest restaurant downtown to nights at the opera, expensive gifts and 700 white roses in her bedroom on their anniversary, one for each day he had known her. 

yet for every 700 white roses and cartier bracelet, the two of them would do something normal. actually, they did more normal things than high end jet setting and living. 

every friday she would buy the same 15 pound 2 pizza and a big drink and sit on the floor of his flat with him on his lap, pizza boxes on her lap as a re-run of the nanny played on the tv in front of her. 

he would take her apple picking and to pumpkin patches and the two of them would mostly walk around the botanical gardens whenever they could so she tended to forget who she was dating.

whom he was did not become a prominent feature of their love life until he proposed and she accepted. while the two of them had spent the day celebrating the engagement by eating mcdonalds takeaway, the moment his parents knew, it became abundantly clear that she’s not just marrying the love of her life who burns eggs at least once a week to try and make her breakfast in bed but also carter baizen, the heir to the baizen fortune and company.

his parents had put a complete plan in motion once they knew, from an engagement party at the hamptons which lasted a whole weekend to a completely lavish wedding at the plaza. 

she didn’t have a problem with his parents butting in, after all she loved the idea of a plaza wedding just like in bride wars which was one of the movies she tended to watch with him while cuddling in bed during rainy off days. 

everything was perfect, the venue was perfect, the dress was perfect, the groom was perfect and here she was. 

people were going to see her, people were going to look at her and she knew what they were gonna say “there she goes, the newest gold digger of the upper east”. what was she doing?

“i can’t do this” her friend and maid of honour marion pipped up from the couch, confused look on her face “what?” “i can’t. i just ... i can’t. i can’t breathe, this dress is too tight” “no, the dress is perfect. wait ... hm, elle watch over y/n. make sure she doesn’t run”

marion ran across the hall towards the groom’s section where carter and his best men were “hey baizen, we have a problem” “what’s the problem? is y/n okay?” “she’s freaking out.”

y/n was walking around her room, hand pressed against her forehead as she tried to breath in. god why did she eat? i look bloated, she thought as she looked in the mirror. great. just great. a knock on the door took her eyes off the mirror. oh no, she had to go, she had to go and she looked bloated. they’re gonna think she’s pregnant, they’re gonna think this is a shotgun wedding

“petal, it’s me” she walked over to the door, pushing her hand against it “let me in, petal.” “no, it’s bad luck” “that’s bullshit” “carter.” “let me hold your hand, petal. it’s okay, it’s only your hand, pretty sure no bad luck”

she opened the door slightly and stuck her hand out which immediately met the warmth of his, his finger drawing abstract shapes on the palm of he hand.

she leaned her head against the door as if she were leaning her head against the door “what’s wrong, petal? hm?” “i can’t do this, they’re all gonna be looking at me and i ... i look bloated, and my makeup is not good, and my hair ...” “hey, hey, i’m sure you look like an angel” “you can’t see me” “you always look like an angel to me.” “there’s too many people” “i know but it’s not about them, it’s about us. hey, you say the word and we’ll get married at city hall .. or maybe vegas by a weird elvis preacher. i don’t care where i marry you, you don’t need to do this. i just wanna marry you, i wanna wake up everyday and be your husband and keep buying cheap pizza and watch the same tv show until we’re 95″ “until you’re 95, i’m not turning 95 for a long, long timee” “there’s my girl. i’ll call the limo to take us to city hall” “no, i wanna do this” “you sure?” “you’re gonna be there waiting for me right?” “absolutely.” “see you in 5 minutes, car” “see you in 5 minutes, petal”

he let go of her hand and she breathed in and out, grabbing her bouquet from the table as elle and marion fixed her wedding gown and walked her to the glass doors. 

just breathe, y/n. she told herself as the doors opened and the music started.

she thought the eyes on her were going to be the only thing she could see as she walked up to the aisle yet once she saw him stand there, looking as starstruck as she had ever seen him 

suddenly her peripheral view blurred and all she could see was him and him and nothing but him.

suddenly everything seemed just so easy and as she reached him and saw the same smile he had given her the first time they met and she knew, she knew she’d do it all over again just to see that smile again. 

#sebastian stan #carter baizen #carter baizen headcanon #requests #carter baizen x reader #sebastian stan x reader

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Private Time - Ch. 4

Klaine, 9k, A03, M

Yup, here’s another chapter...

Chapter 4:  "... now you’re always taking up the washer with your nasty sheets, the hallway by Kurt’s room smells awful, and every single package from Amazon is just more lube!”

*****

It’s a Wednesday afternoon (or maybe Tuesday?  Blaine isn’t sure, the days are blending together so much he can hardly tell, they’re months into quarantine by now) and he is sitting around the coffee table with Sam and Kurt playing What Do You Meme.  It’s a dumb game even in the best of times, especially without the benefit of alcoholic beverages, but Sam just got the Game of Thrones expansion pack and he begged them to play.  It’s not like they have better things to do.

Just as Kurt is complaining again about what to play for a Tyrion card (“he only has one expression, there’s no opportunity for creativity here”) Rachel comes down the stairs and plants herself in front of them, hands on her hips.  

“I think we need to reconsider private time,” she announces, chin in the air.

Blaine’s brain (and a less rational part of his body) immediately sounds an alarm.  This is serious.  Since he and Kurt have gotten together, private time nights have been, without question, his favorite nights of the week, possibly of his life.  There’s no way he can let Rachel do away with private time.  He concentrates on keeping his face schooled to his most earnest choir boy expression. “Why, Rachel?  What’s wrong?”

Rachel harrumphs and glares at him.  Guess the innocent look didn’t work this time.  “You know what’s wrong.  All of you do.”

 Sam, bless his heart, really doesn’t.  “Do you need more time to practice?  We could add another night.  Friday, maybe?”

 Rachel turns her glare to Sam.  “No, we don’t need more  private time.” She drops down onto the less ratty of the two armchairs with a dramatic flounce.  “I didn’t think it would be so bad, living with three guys, since two of you are, you know, generally pretty well groomed and understand the critical importance of personal hygiene.  And until lately you all seemed fairly well behaved about... stuff.  But now you’re always taking up the washer with your nasty sheets, the hallway by Kurt’s room smells awful, and every single package from Amazon is just more lube!”  Rachel’s voice cracks at this last bit, and she buries her head in her hands.

 “That’s not true, Rachel, our last Amazon box had this new card game expansion pack-”

 Rachel whips her head up and Sam falls silent.  “Right, of course, how could I forget – and you were so excited you couldn’t even save it for game night.”

 Blaine frowns.  “We can save it for game night, Rach.  When’s the next one?”

 Rachel stands up and points her finger at Blaine, her freshly polished nails catching the light (the color is actually called “Teal the Cows Come Home,” although when Rachel did his toes with it earlier he pointed out that it’s a little too blue to properly be called teal).  “Exactly!”

 They all stay quiet as Rachel storms back up the stairs.  

 “I don’t even know when the next game night is,” Sam says, dragging his fingers through his blond hair. It’s gotten a bit long these past few months.  Maybe Blaine will offer to trim it for him.  

 “I think that was her point, Sam.”  Kurt rises from the lumpy couch and goes into the kitchen.  Blaine and Sam trail after him, and they crowd together to look at the big calendar taped to the refrigerator.  It is mostly filled with doodles and alcohol wish lists (“margaritas? Need limes/lemons/Sprite?”). Blaine has to look back two weeks to find a game night.

 “Rachel’s feeling left out.” Blaine shifts his gaze to the other two, who quickly slam “not it” fingers on  their noses.  Blaine sighs. “I’ll go talk to her.”

 *****

Blaine pauses outside Rachel’s door.  There’s a shiny gold star with “Diva Sleeping” hanging from the doorknob, and it swings back and forth when he knocks.  

 “Who is it?”

 Blaine stifles a laugh. There really aren’t that many possibilities.  

 “It’s Blaine.  Do you want to go for a walk?  It’s really nice outside.  Sunny and almost seventy.”

 “You always go running with Sam.”

 This is true, although Blaine still wishes he could just go by himself sometimes.  Alas, that is not to be, not if he wants to maintain roommate harmony in these crazy times.  “Yeah, I know, but we could just go for a walk.  Head over to campus, see what things look like these days.”

 There’s a pause, and then a quiet “okay.”

 Blaine turns to go back downstairs when Rachel sticks her head out of her door.  “Blaine - what should I wear?”

 “To go for a walk?”

 Rachel narrows her eyes at him.  “Yes, that’s what I said.  Is this an exercise walk, or a…”  she trails off, her eyebrows drawing together as she searches for the word.

 “A stroll?”  Blaine suggests.  It sounds suitably Rachel-appropriate that it might cheer her up.

 Rachel allows a little smile to tug at her mouth.  “Yes. A stroll.”

 “Which do you want it to be?”  

 Rachel looks back into her room, and Blaine knows she is considering her outfit choices.  It’s fine, he gets this from Kurt all the time.

 “I have a new dress I was going to wear for the music department’s spring awards ceremony…”  She looks up at Blaine.  “I hate that everything is cancelled.”  The ongoing disappointment at everything they look forward to disappearing is hard to escape.  Blaine knows how she feels.

 “Yeah.  Me too.”

 Rachel nods, and then straightens her shoulders.  “A stroll, then.”  She gives Blaine a look that clearly indicates what she thinks of his sweatpants and old Dalton shirt.  “You have to change too.”

 “Obviously,” Blaine replies, smiling.

 When they meet up downstairs a little while later, Blaine is quick to admire Rachel’s pretty pink dress and matching white tote bag adorned with pink and yellow daisies.  Rachel beams, and praises Blaine as well (he’s got on a blue shawl neck sweater that he knows Kurt will enjoy petting later, over a pink button up and slim dove gray pants).

 “Have a nice time,” Kurt says as they leave, giving Blaine an appreciate wink.

 As soon as they get outside, Rachel does a little twirl on the sidewalk.  She takes Blaine’s arm as they start off down the street.  Blaine takes in a big breath of fresh air, and they exchange a pleased look.  This was definitely a good idea.

 There are quite a few blocks of residential neighborhood before they get to campus.  As they get closer, the rickety multi-family buildings and student apartments give way to more respectable looking houses, interspersed with smaller university buildings.  The atmosphere seems strange, though, as it always does these days. It’s definitely not normal without the expected traffic from cars and bicycles – there’s far less of that since everyone is working from home.  Most classes are over by this point anyway, but it still seems odd without clusters of students hanging out and walking purposefully here and there.      

 At least the weather is starting to get better.  New England doesn’t so much have spring as an extended winter followed by surprising sunshine in June.

 They make their way through the law school campus, commenting on how the grass miraculously always looks green in the quad.  The university is apparently still spending plenty of money on grounds keeping.  At least it means some people still have jobs.  Rachel lets out a melancholy sigh as they go past the music buildings.  “It seems like forever since I practiced with a real piano.”

 “I know,” Blaine says, squeezing her arm in sympathy.  Then he gets an idea, and wonders why he hasn’t thought of it before.  “I can play the piano, you know.  I could accompany you on my keyboard, if you wanted.  It might be fun, even if we’re just messing around.”

 Rachel turns and gives him an appraising look.  “Are you any good?  Because I don’t want to waste my time if you’re not.”

 Blaine isn’t even offended, it’s such a Rachel thing to say.  “I am, I promise.  But we can try it out and you can judge for yourself.  No worries either way.”

 Rachel nods. “Okay.  Maybe when we get home.”

 They pass the big science center and walk through the plaza, stopping for a minute to watch the fountain which sprays water over a bunch of big rocks.  Usually this time of year there are tourists congregating here, but today it’s quiet, like everywhere else.  

 Blaine gets a whiff of what smells like curry, and he looks around to see that the tandoor food truck is pulled up in its usual space.  “Looks like they’re doing call-ahead orders,” Blaine says.

 “I would die for some biryani,” Rachel replies wistfully.  “And veggie korma.  They do such a good job with their vegetarian options.  Do you think we could get take-out on our way back?”

 “Sure.  But we have to let Kurt disinfect the containers before we open anything.”

 “Of course,” Rachel says, agreeing easily.  They had some heated debates about take-out in the early days of the pandemic, with Blaine arguing that unless they put the food directly into their eyes there was no way for the virus to be transmitted, and Rachel going through a period of intense anxiety about anything that couldn’t itself be quarantined for three days, but after a few weeks their desire for pizza and hot wings won out. Kurt insisted, however, that he be the one to make sure that everything that came into the house was carefully cleaned before they touched it, and that everyone washed their hands before any actual eating commenced.  No one objected.  It’s been hard to find a balance between feeling safe and living their lives, but they’re doing their best.

 Blaine and Rachel pass through a tall ornate metal gate and into the yard.  There are a fair number of people here, spread out on the grass enjoying the mild weather.  Blaine glances quickly at Rachel.  “Do you want to sit for a while?”

 She looks around. “It’s more crowded than I imagined it would be.”

 “Amazing how quickly we’ve adjusted to the idea that people are dangerous,” Blaine says.  He knows how she’s feeling.  Even with masks on, and at an appropriately socially distancing six feet away, it doesn’t feel right to be close to other people. “Let’s find somewhere quieter.”

 They weave between the stately brick buildings and find a smaller courtyard with a little less foot traffic.  “Perfect,” says Rachel, taking a rolled up sheet out of her bag and spreading it on the grass.  They sit down, and Rachel pulls out two bottles of flavored seltzer and a tupperware container with a bunch of grapes and some wheat thins.

 “It’s the not most elegant picnic, but I thought it was better than nothing.”

 “It’s lovely, Rachel, thank you.”

 “I’m sure Kurt would be appalled at the lack of cloth napkins.”

 Blaine chuckles.  “I wouldn’t know.  We haven’t been on a picnic.”

 Rachel’s eyes widen. “You haven’t?  That’s one of Kurt’s favorite date ideas.”

 Blaine frowns.  “We haven’t exactly gone on many dates.” <i>Any</i> dates, he thinks to himself.  He and Kurt got together in such a weird way, trapped in quarantine for weeks while they crushed on each other until they couldn’t resist any longer.  Their date opportunities are severely limited - they can’t go out to restaurants, or coffee shops, or see a movie or a show.  While they have the perfect excuse to spend time together, it might be nice to do something special for a change.  “I guess I really don’t know what kind of date he’d like.”

 “Oh.”  Rachel pulls out a grape and pops it into her mouth. “Well, then, you’ve got some thinking to do, haven’t you?”

 “What, you don’t think eating every meal in front of the television while Sam tells us how many crunches he did is sexy?”

 Rachel grins.  “It depends.  What is Sam wearing in this scenario?”

 “Ha ha, very funny.” Blaine pulls a grape off the stem and rolls it around in his fingers.  “Maybe you could give me some ideas of things you think Kurt would like? You know him a lot better than I do.”

 Rachel gives him a fond smile.  “I’d be happy to.”  She finishes chewing the cracker in her mouth and lies down on the blanket, closing her eyes. “I miss sex,” she says, and Blaine nearly chokes on his seltzer.

 “What?”

 “You heard me.  Not all of us were gifted with a quarantine-approved boyfriend.  I miss sex. The fun, the excitement.  The awkward noises.  The orgasms.”

 Blaine squirms a little but he knows it must have taken Rachel quite a lot to reveal this. Taking a breath, he lies down next to her.  She clearly needs to talk, and it might be easier for them both if they aren’t looking at each other.

 “Were you, um, dating anyone, before the shut-down?”

 Rachel sighs.  “Not for a while.  I haven’t had a long-term relationship in years, but there were a few promising possibilities.”

 “It’s kind of tough to date now,” Blaine says.

 “Right?”  Rachel sighs.  “Some of my friends are still hooking up, you know.”

 This strikes Blaine as insane.  You can’t hook up from six feet away.  “Really?”

 “Really.  I even thought about it… there’s an old flame I see every once in a while, Jesse. I think he’d be up for it-”  Rachel cuts herself off and giggles at her phrasing.

 “He’d be crazy not to want to be with you, Rachel, but I don’t think now is a good time.  Even if he says he’s healthy, he could be asymptomatic. And then you could get sick, and…” And all of us would catch it, too, Blaine thinks.

 “I know, I know.  I’m not going to do it.”  Rachel shifts and turns on her side, and Blaine turns to face her.  “Can I ask you something?”

 Suddenly they’re a little too close for comfort, and Blaine tenses.  Rachel isn’t going to ask to kiss him, is she?  It wouldn’t be the first time a girl thought he’d be open to it, even though Blaine has always been clear that he wasn’t interested in girls that way.  But Rachel knows he’s with Kurt, she’d never… well, only one way to find out.  At least she’s asking first and not just groping him while he’s drugged up on cold medicine.  “Sure, you can ask me anything.”

 Rachel bites her lip, then apparently decides to go for it.  “Do you think Sam would be interested in me?”

 Blaine almost laughs at his own obliviousness.  Of course Rachel’s not interested in him, she definitely seems more into the jock type anyway.  “Sam? I don’t know, maybe.”

 “Come on, you guys are close.  You must have some idea.  What does he think of me?”

 Blaine tries to think of the best way to answer this.  “I know he thinks you’re very attractive,” he begins.  None of them have missed how Sam practically drools over Rachel when she does yoga with Kurt.  Frankly they all leer at each other during yoga.  It’s a group leer-fest, everyone’s invited.

 “Well, of course,” Rachel says, smiling to show that she’s joking – partially joking, anyway.  “But do you think he’d be interested in, you know…?”

 Blaine is quite certain that Sam would jump at the chance to get hot and sweaty with Rachel, but he’s not sure what would happen after that.  It might make the rest of their quarantine very awkward if things didn’t go well.

 “Do you think I intimidate him?”  Rachel goes on, pressing the subject.  “I do that to people.  I know I’m bossy, it’s one of my best traits.  I like to tell people what to do.  A lot of guys like it.”

 Blaine absolutely does not blush, thinking about how he and Kurt have been engaging in some rather arousing professor-student role play.  Nope, not thinking about that at all.

 “And it doesn’t have to be a big thing-” Rachel snorts.  “Although, you know, if it was, that would be fine-” Another snort-giggle.  

 Blaine puts his hand over his face.  He can’t bring himself to respond.

 “I mean it doesn’t need to be too serious,” Rachel goes on.  “We can just have a wank together, help each other out.  Enjoy some <i>private time</i> but, you know, with mutual orgasms.  I know how much Sam enjoys his time alone… he’s very… vocal about it… I bet he wouldn’t mind some company…”  Rachel’s voice has acquired a sultry tone Blaine has never heard before.  “Blaine… am I making you uncomfortable?”  She’s clearly having way too much fun with this, and Blaine can’t decide if he is more amused or embarrassed.  In either case, it’s time to change the subject.

 “We should probably get back.”  Blaine sits up and puts the lid on the tupperware, pressing it down to seal the edges. Rachel leans up on an elbow and smirks at him.  “Too much information?”

 Blaine shakes his head despairingly.  “We’ve been in quarantine together for two months, and there’s no end in sight.  I think ‘private’ has kind of lost its meaning.”

 Rachel stands up and smooths her hands down her dress as Blaine rolls up the blanket.  “Well, it’s decided.  I’m going to take a long shower, slather myself in body lotion, put on my favorite lace underthings, and proposition Sam.  Tonight.”

 “But private time isn’t scheduled until tomorrow.”

 Rachel looks at Blaine as if he’s gone off his rocker.  “I’m not going to spend my private time hooking up with a boy, Blaine.  I need all the time I can get for vocal practice. I’m serious about my instrument, and I’m not going to allow this pandemic to get in the way of my future stardom.”  Rachel huffs and walks away.

 Stunned, Blaine quickly grabs their belongings and follows Rachel, chastising himself.  He’s become so used to having relations with Kurt during private time that he forgot private time wasn’t supposed to be for sex.  He’s just about to apologize to Rachel when she turns and grins at him, her eyes sparkling with laughter.  “Gotcha!”

#klaine #klaine fic #glee fic #blaine anderson #rachel berry #private time

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #385

“I am a human being, capable of doing terrible things”

Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?) Uhhhh. I don't know. Do you take your shoes off when you come inside? Yes. What’s your favorite movie series? I think Shrek when you consider all the movies' (well, I haven't seen the last one, but...) quality. No memeage here, I just genuinely love Shrek, haha. I would say The Lion King, but miraculously when you consider the focus on meerkats, I actually don't like 1 1/2 much. What was the first color you ever dyed your hair? Hm... I think I got purple highlights? Do you want to move anytime soon? Even though we haven't even lived here a year, yes. I don't like living in an urban area, and I also reeeeaaaally don't like our family friend being our landlord. I know that sounds very weird, but she's just a very controlling person who forcefully inserts herself into my family's lives now more than ever, and I have a pretty deep fear that a potential argument finally erupting will lead to us being kicked out. I genuinely don't think Tobey would ever do that, but the fear is still there. How good/bad was the quality of education you received in high school? Average, I guess? What was the most interesting year of your life, and why? "Interesting," maybe... 2017 or 2018? I learned a lot about myself in that time range. But at the same time, my life was (and still is) VERY uneventful. Just a lot of mental stuff went on. What was the first social media site you ever used? Myspace. Do you have any exes you really regret dating? REALLY regret? No. I wish I'd never dated Tyler, but it's not a massive regret or anything. He was still a cool guy that I have a few nice memories with. Have you ever lied on a resume? Or even in a job interview? Ha, I'd definitely stretch the truth about being more of a people-person than I am. I couldn't go too far with lying, though; I'm just not comfortable doing that, 'cuz like, they're gonna find out eventually that it's not true. Of all your friends & family, who has the most nicely-decorated home? Maybe my friend Summer. Her room has always been super cool. What brought about the end of the worst relationship you’ve been in? Apparently, not talking to him every second of every day two weeks into a relationship was a no-no. Where was the last place you spent the night other than your own home? The sleep study building or whatever it's considered in the medical plaza. Do you have any step- or half-siblings? I have both. What do people always seem to think is weird about you? The fact I don't watch TV. Do you ever braid your hair? It's way too short for that. Even when it was long, I didn't do it frequently at all. Is there any certain style of architecture you really enjoy? Roman, in particular. What was the last thing you gave up on? uhhhhhhhhhhh If you watch Parks and Recreation, who is your favorite character? I don't. What’s the last DIY project you did, if any? If you can’t remember, what’s something you’d be interested in doing? I'm not really into DIY stuff, honestly. I'd rather just buy products that were made better than I could, or commission someone who can. What's a song that makes you feel happy? I dunno. It's rare a song alone makes me happy. What is your favorite clothing store? Rebel's Market. How did you meet your best friend? YouTube, back when it was a more social platform. What is something you do well? Catastrophize any situation. Assume the worst of everything. What's a good idea you've had recently? Probably to re-engage with a calorie-counting app I used to use. I'm back to trying to use it consistently. Do you like to wear high heels? Does ANY person LIKE to? How many slices of pizza do you usually eat? Two or three depending on my appetite and the size of the pizza. Do you play any instruments? Not anymore. Do you always smile for pictures? Not always. What are you most excited about right now? To see the results of my TMS therapy. What's the last song you listened to? "Ex’s and Oh’s” by Elle King. What's the last YouTube video you watched? I'm watching an Erosium livestream rn. Newest channel binge, haha. Do you know anyone who's died in childbirth? No. Would you ever consider moving to another country for your career? No. I don't want to leave my family. Do you wear foundation? No, I hate the feeling of that crap. Do you know anyone who has run for public office? No. Do you have a cartilage piercing? I used to, but the hole closed when I had to take it out for the hospital. :/ I plan on getting it repierced. Have you ever been taken to the emergency room or urgent care? If so, why? Yes; for being suicidal, a suicide attempt, and when I had a horribly infected cyst and just existing made me want to sob with pain. Have you ever had to visit anyone in the hospital? Yeah, a few times. What is the most pain (physical, mental, emotional) you've ever felt? Physical: having the aforementioned cyst drained when I was not nearly numbed enough. Mental and emotional (what's really the difference?): my breakup with my first real boyfriend. What is the longest time you've spent crying? Oh, hours on end, fluctuating with intensity. Have you ever been stolen from? Yes. Have you ever been to a ghost town? No, but I would FUCKING LOVE to. Let me bring my camera and it's a field day. Has anything in your house ever caught on fire? Not in this current house. Have you ever been inside of a vacant house? No. Have you ever been attacked by a dog? No. What is the most disgusting thing you've ever seen? The massive cyst my late dog Teddy developed on his lower belly. That fucking thing hung on by a THREAD and was absolutely nauseating to look at. How old were you when you learned how to read? I don't recall, I just know it was earlier than most children. Do you prefer cats or dogs? Cats. Which book series was the first you read? I want to say Hank the Cowdog. I was hooked on it. Would you rather write a book or direct a movie? Haha, what a question, as I've considered both of these as potential careers. I think write a book. What dream that you’ve had has stuck in your head the most? Describe: A nightmare about my dad that I'm not going into. What emotion do you find yourself trying to hide from others? I'm very uncomfortable revealing jealousy or envy. How emotional/sentimental would you say you are? Extremely. What is the most fun game to play? Shadow of the Colossus, probably. What is your sense of humor like (dry, dark, sarcastic, etc.)? I don't know, maybe dry. How many languages can you say "hello my name is…" in? Two. What language do you think sounds the nicest? I don't know, it's not like I've heard every language be spoken. What language do you want to learn more of? German. Do you have any form of OCD? I'm diagnosed with OCD. Do you make promises often? No. I take promises VERY seriously and am not about to make one unless I'm certain I can keep it. What is it that you are responsible for? My pets, keeping my room clean, stuff like that. Do you have a lot of secrets? Not "a lot," no. Are you more likely to be verbally aggressive or physically? Verbally. I'm only physically aggressive in my nightmares. What warning has someone given you that you wish you’d have listened to? Hm. What warning has someone given you you are glad you didn’t take? I also don't know. What is your favourite video of on YouTube? I can't pick just one. Name one creature that freaks you out/scares you? Maggots. Just the word makes me squirm. What was the last thing you wrote down on paper? My signature. Have you ever watched Breaking Bad? No. Are your fingernails always painted? They never are. What color is your bed frame? A rich brown. Did any of your neighbors come over to welcome you when you moved into your current house? No. What's something you didn't realize how bad it was until it happened to you? Heartbreak. Do you like Taylor Swift's singing voice? No. It's squeaky and annoying to me. Does it bother you when people get super emotional? Why the fuck would it bother me? Let people be in touch with their emotions. Have you ever worked in a restaurant? No. What was the last drive-thru you went through? Ummm I want to say Starbuck's w/ Mom after my TMS appointment. Do you know anyone who claims they can see/feel spirits or other supernatural "things?" No. Does your house have any unoccupied bedrooms? Yes. Do either of your parents have a mental illness? My mom has depression, and she personally suspects something's up with Dad, but idk. He's never seen a doctor about that kinda stuff. What fun things are there to do where you live? Ha! Do you know anyone with a really poorly-trained dog? I know many like that. When you were growing up, did your family rent or own your home? My parents owned it. Can you see the stars at night where you live? I actually haven't paid attention at this house. I'm certain it'd be harder now living in an urban area, though. What job do you know you'd be terrible at? Like, everything? I'd probably be worst at promoting stuff to people and trying to push them into buying something. No being a salesperson for me. Do you do meal-prepping? No. Do you know anyone who got preggo less than a year into their relationship? Who doesn't? And now, for the greatest question of all time! Toilet paper- should it go over or under? I literally couldn't care less about this. Fun fact though to "end" the argument, the original concept art of the idea (the word for that is evading me...) has it designed to go over. Are you afraid of mice? Not at all, they're adorable. What type of souvenir do you usually purchase when on vacation? I don't have a specific "type" of thing I get, really. It depends. Do you vacation often? Not at all. Are you comfortable wearing your pajamas in public places? It depends on the place, really. Generally, I really don't care, so long as I put a bra on. What’s your favorite candy bar? That one that's a bunch of Reese's squares composed into a rectangle. It. Is so. Fucking. Good. Do you own more than one copy or edition of a book? No. If you could see any musical on Broadway right now, what would it be? I don't like musicals. Do you own a helmet of any sorts? No. Does your family generally decorate for most holidays? Just for Christmas, really. Do you eat soup when you’re sick? I'm not a soup person. Have you ever watched Doctor Who? I saw one or two episodes with Sara. If so, what do you think is the scariest creature yet? N/A Do you read tour guide type books before you visit places? No.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''run'' by awolnation

[k347]

Evanstan ficlet

Prompt – "Your wish is my command"

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Word Count : 2.5 k

Warning: None. Maybe a bit of fluff

Summary: He was excited for the date. Very much so. But unexpected arrival of a girl at Chris' house changed their plans a little bit.

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With his shoes shining extra bright, having fixed his tie & handkerchief in the coat pocket for probably the hundredth time, Sebastian comes out of the black Audi he parked in the corner spot. It's far enough from the mahogany door for hiding, but also close enough so that he can keep an eye on the place. There's still no movement though, so maybe he is still getting ready.

It’s his third date with Chris and Seb is bubbling with excitement and nerves. Yes, the previous two have gone great and he loved walking through the parks and exploring bookstores with the guy. But it still felt like two friends hanging out together rather than two potential boyfriends. So seb decided to take matters in his own hand and give tonight a more romantic cut. This is probably the first actual, proper ‘date’ they are going to have. They'll talk about each other all night and flirt from across the table, have eachother's complete an undivided attention. Reservation made at one of the finest and fanciest hotels in the city, where he plans to wine and dine Chris Evans and charm the fuck out of him. 

He really needs tonight to go just right. Exactly the way it is planned. Wants to make a good impression. Not that Chris doesn’t know him already. But Sebastian wants to come off as the good Boyfriend material instead of being the shy kid in a grown man's body who is still secretive and giggly around his crushes like he's some teenager. He was stuck in the friendzone spot for so long, it's sometimes still hard to believe he has escaped it. They have been working at the same firm for years now. But it was just last week when Seb gathered the courage to ask out the man of his dreams on a date. But more important (and still very shocking) is the fact that Chris indulged him and reciprocated the feelings instead of laughing them off. They’ve decided to take it slow and just see where it goes at the moment. ( Sebastian might have already dreamed of their wedding, pets and future babies though. He has been doing that for a couple of years. Not in a creepy way. He is just the hopeless romantic, thinks of himself as a rom-com lead sort of a person) But tonight he plans to be the best of the best. Create a whole James Bond vibe and make all that extra effort it takes to win over someone as special as Chris. He is dressed in his finest Italian suit and had his hair quaffed perfectly, wearing the best cologne and is present on the doorstep at sharp seven thirty, like he said he would be. Punctual. A good start to being a good date. He rings the doorbell and pulls out his most charming smile, for Chris. Only when the door opens, instead of the familiar handsome bearded face and stormy blue eyes, the visual of an empty drawing room greets him. He turns his head to both sides. Nope. No one. What kind of sorcery is this? Who opened the door, if he can’t see any human in front of him right now?

"Psst. Tsk tsk. Here."

A small, sweet voice reaches his ears. He looks down and finds the source behind that. It’s a little girl. Probably 4 or 5 years old. She has blonde hair and chubby cheeks, barely reaching up to his waist even though she is standing on a platform higher above him. Has a curious look on her face and is analyzing him from head to toe. He instantly smiles after looking at her. Tiny angel dressed in a onesie that has cartoons scribbled all over it. Two seconds in and she is already melting his heart. Damn you baby fever.

“And who might you be?”,He asks leaning down to reach closer to her height.

“I am Stella. Don't tell me who you are. I already know. You're the date guy. Where are your flowers?”, the little lady asks him, tone too judgemental for a five-year-old but adorable nonetheless.

“My flowers?”, He is a bit confused right now.

“Yeah. Flowers. When you go on a date, you are supposed to bring them”, she tells him impatiently and gives a disapproving look, like she’s the adult and he is the kid in this scenario.

“Yeah, Sebastian. Don’t you know simple date manners? Where are your flowers?”, Seb finally hears the voice his ears had been craving for. Chris just came to the door too. Wearing a crisp white button up and dress pants. Tie undone and hair a little messed up, indicating he had been running his hands through them frequently. The kind of thing people do when they are nervous. Chris doesn't show any other signs of distress though, has a playful tone and glint in his eyes, clearly stating that he’ going along with the joke and self imposing in the ongoing conversation.

“Sorry. The vendor was a mean guy. Didn’t give me any. And how many dates have you been on to know all this stuff?”, Seb asks the girl after shooting  Chris a full smile.

“Five”, Stella replies promptly.

“Five? Wow, sounds serious. Who’s the lucky guy?”, Sebastian can’t help but talk more to the little munchkin. She sems fearless and very confident. Unafraid of talking to strangers and making conversations, a quality Seb wishes he had in himself.

“His name is Ethan and he’s boy. Not a guy. But he does remember  to bring me flowers every time”, She tells him with her chin held high.

“Well, maybe we can have a double date next time”, he replies while giggling at the cuteness and she just shrugs like ‘it’s no big deal’.

“Stel, why don’t you go inside and keep and eye on dodger while I talk to Mr. Stan over here”, Chris pats her shoulders and Stella just nods and runs off back in the house.

“Mr. Stan? Really? I love it when you are formal Evans, but I’d prefer to be called Sebastian for the rest of the night. We are not in the office now, remember?”, he asks sheepishly.

“You gotta teach the kids good manners, right? Can’t have them all turning up as uncultured swans like you”, Chris was always that guy in the room who makes sweet jokes and tries to put every one a ease. Another reason why Sebastian loved the guy. Handsome, kind, compassionate, and witty. He truly is the whole package.

“Between the two of us right now, who is dressed more properly and has his tie done in a Windsor knot?Stop making excuses. She clearly has more sass than both of us combined. So if I were you, I’d stop worrying about teaching little grandma manners and start thinking about the wrinkles on that shirt”, Sebastian was never the one to shy away from fun banter either.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. That’s all you wanna say though? No further questions?”

“Oh, I was gonna ask if you forgot to tell me something but you clearly don’t let your guests speak without badgering them about having manners”.

Chris gives him an apologetic sort of smile and says, “I am so sorry Seb, I did try to call you but when you didn’t pick up I figured you were probably driving and on your way here anyway, so...”

“A good answer, but not one for the question I was gonna ask”

“Oh, you mean you were gonna ask me about our daughter?’, Sebastian gives him a dry chuckle. “See that’s funny because you and I never slept together”, Chris explains further, thinking he’s being hilarious right now and Seb has to prick that bubble.

“I don’t find it funny by the least, Chris. And by ‘it’, I mean the fact that we never slept together. Also please tell me you know that even if we did, it is biologically impossible for us to have a kid together”, Seb gives him an incredulous look and that makes Chris laugh out louder than before.

“Oh, pardon me. I am an investment banker, life sciences were never really my strongest subjects”, he apologizes, with a hand on his heart.

“It’s actually more of a common sense thing and honestly you are right now making me reconsider the decision of asking you out for this date.”

“That’s probably a good thing, because we are gonna have to reschedule the date anyway. Stella is my niece, Seb. My sister just dropped her off, couldn’t find a baby sitter at the last moment. So here I am. Stuck in between being the best brother and the most favored uncle at the moment. Ditching a hot guy and a fancy date to take care of a sassy 5 year old. Good Times”, Chris lets out a self depreciating laugh, still looks really apologetic and genuinely sorry which makes Seb’s heart sink even deeper than it already has after hearing the date he was so excited about is getting a rain check. He musters up a smile though.

“It is okay, Chris. Really. I understand”, he tries very hard to sound normal and not let any disappointment he is feeling pour into his voice.

“It’s not though. We decided this together and now I am just bailing on you at the last moment. Cancelling plans on such a short notice. Even though I know how much you planned for tonight and the reservation will probably get wasted. I’ll pay for it if yo-“,Chris starts with another round of apologies and Sebastian already knows the guy wouldn’t stop rambling unless he’s cut off.

“Chris. Chris, stop. It’s no big deal. The Plaza is way too overrated anyway. I guess we can have more fun by ordering a pizza and watching care-bears while waiting for it”, Sebastian suggests. Still a little hopeful that he’ll get to spend the evening with Chris anyway. Doesn’t matter if it’s at a fancy hotel or on a couch at his home. All he wants is to be close to this man.

“You..you wanna come in and spend time with us?”, Chris’ eyes are wide with surprise. He  was clearly not expecting the situation to take this turn. Sebastian instantly feels like an asshole for trying to decide everything on his own.

“I didn’t mean to sound so presumptious, but yeah...I’d like to do that. If you’ll have me?”, he asks for permissson and is half expecting for the door to slam in his face.

“Of course we’ll have you, Seb. It’s always pleasure. Come on in”, Chris moves back, inviting him inside the beautiful place and Sebastian happily accpets the offer.

“Good for you. Because if you had just refused, I was totally planning on setting a camp right in front of your door step to make you feel horribly guilty”, he says while taking off the coat and hanging it up on the rack. He is delighted to hear the sound of Chris’s laugh at his recycled, not-so-funny jab. The date might not have gone where he wanted it to, but it’s definitely going somewhere. And for now, that's good enough.

“Oh and Seb, Care bears is so 1985. Kids these days don’t really watch that y’know?”

“Well I thought CNBC and the stock market channels would be a bit much for her”

“Don’t worry. She knows exactly what she wants. A Disney fan.”

“So I see, she takes after her uncle. Please tell me it’s not Frozen though."

“No, tonight's reserved for Tangled.”

"Hmmm. A bit better. I can deal with that. She has a good choice."

“Takes after her uncle in that regard as well”, Chris winks at him before turning to go into the kitchen and Sebastian’s heart is doing backflips at that simple action.

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They spend the rest of their night watching and singing along with the animated characters. Building pillow forts, telling Dodger to fetch the colourful balls and mimicking sesame street voices. It’s the best date Sebastian has ever had, even if it was hijacked by a kindergartener and a furball. At the dinner table, Stella tells Chris she wants to sit next to ‘Bastian’ and asks him to cut her pizza into little bites for her. Seb tries so hard to hide the tears that well up in his eyes, though he is sure, Chris caught a glimpse of them. Because right after feeling too emotional, he had gotten a squeeze at his thigh and Chris interwined  their fingers together, skin warm and cheeks flushed red. This looks and feels so much like the future Sebastian had been planning for them. He can’t tell if he manifested that by imagining it hard enough or is fate just being extra nice and kind to him since last week. Either way, he hopes this doesn’t change.

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Finally it’s after 10:30 and Chris reminds Stella it’s way past her bedtime, she shouldn't take advantage of him just because he caves in everytime she pouts. He takes her to the upstairs bedroom while Sebastian stays in the kitchen to do the dishes, no matter how much Chris asks him not to do that.

“Please don’t. You’ll only make me feel like a shitty host”

“Please let me, if I don’t, I’ll be the one feeling like a shitty guest”.

Just when he’s done drying off the last plate, Seb hears footsteps coming down from the stairs. He walks out of the kitchen and stands at the very end of it, waiting for Chris to come down.

“She asleep yet?”, he asks when they’re just two steps away from each other.

“Actually no. Said she wants you to go up there and kiss her goodnight too”, Chris laughs but answers with a certain seriousness that tells Seb this is not entirely a joke. Stella actually did ask for him. That realisation warms his heart even more.

“Alright, I can do that”, he starts climbing up the stairs and crosses Chris. Is stopped by a large hand softly reaching out to hold onto his elbow. ‘”You know, you don’t have to, right? She’ll go to sleep on her own in a few minutes anyway. Don’t spoil her too much”, Chris wants to make sure Seb isn’t feeling obligated to do any of this just because of him.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to though. And cuties like you Evans people deserve a little more spoiling every now and then. Let me take care of that”, he smiles and frees his arm from Chris’s grasp. Walks a few stairs further but is stopped in his track again. This time, by Chris’ deep husky voice.

“Hey, Seb?”

“Yeah?”

“After you are done with putting the little madam to sleep, I want you to come downstairs and kiss me good night too. I’ll be waiting in my own room”, Chris is flustered, pale skin turned the loveliest shade of pink at the make but his voice still holds a demanding and authorative tone that manages to make Sebastian weak in the knees.

“Sure”, he says with his own voice trembling and can’t begin to believe his lucky stars.

'Whatever you say. Your wish is my command, Christopher', Sebastian thinks.

 Actually, he might’ve just said it out loud judging by the way Chris snorts then blushes a shade darker and smiles some more standing on the other end of that staircase.

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#evanstan #rpf #prompts #based on an episode in one of my favourite shows #💙

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Convince Me To Go {7}

AU Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Slow Burn

Words: 3.9k

Summary: When we run away, we’re usually running from something. This time you may have run toward it instead.

Note: Welp. 🤷🏾‍♀️  I hope you enjoy this.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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This was not what you were expecting. You honestly didn’t know what you expected really. Four walls yes. Something masculine yes. Something disorganized maybe. Something dark possibly. What was before you was not what you expected. It was masculine and bathed in cool colors such as navy blues, greys, some white here or there and even black, but it wasn’t dark, it felt airy and comfortable. It was also quite organized. 

As you looked around everything was in place or a place that it looked to belong. It was a wide-open space that was separated enough to leave designated spaces for a kitchen, dining space, living room, another space that looked to be a lounge of some sort and another room that was down a few steps that had a wide table in the middle and several papers on top and other items that looked like they were precariously laying around.

 “Everything okay?” You jumped hearing his voice behind you.

 “I’m sorry, I thought you heard me come up.”

 “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t—everything’s fine. Nice place.”

 “Is that your honest opinion? I know it may not be what you’re used to.”

 “What am I used to?”

 “Waldorf, Crown Plaza, elaborate penthouses.”

 You sighed and walked away from him while continuing to look around at the different items. You saw more than a few boxes lying around and wondered if they were moving in boxes or moving out boxes.

 “What makes you think this?” He didn’t answer when you turned he was giving you the once over.

 “Ah, my clothes. You know not everyone who dresses well is wealthy right.”

He shrugged then walked further inside as he peeled off his jacket. “Can I take yours?”

 “Thank you.” For the first time that night, you took off your jacket and handed it to him. As he took it he looked over your body and gave a small smile. As he hung your coats you walked to the window and glanced down to the street. it was close to sunrise, you could tell.

 “Are you wealthy?”

 “I do well enough for myself,” you responded. Again, he nodded.

 “Okay. So, a shower. How does that sound?”

 “Like heaven.” He smiled and disappeared around a corner to what you assumed was the bedroom.

 You saw a few pictures on a shelf and walked to it to be nosey. One was him with two other women and a man who all shared a resemblance to him. siblings, you guessed then moved on to another picture of him and an older woman who had a kind face and surmised it was probably his mother. You continued to scan the contents of the shelf and found yourself smiling at what was there. From the titles of the books, you concluded he was definitely an intelligent man who would be able to hold a conversation about more than sports which was an attractive thing. 

You saw a picture of him and another woman who looked to be his age, her hair was brown with dirty blonde highlights. Somehow she looked familiar but you couldn’t place her and knew the likelihood of her being familiar was impossible, so you shook it off. She gave off a prissy aura, one that said she took herself very seriously. They were standing close to each other, but his arm wasn’t around her in any way. It looked like a rehearsed picture, one that he didn’t look to be feeling.

 “All right, it’s all ready for you. I got you a clean towel and a bottle of bath wash, and this.” He held up a loofah and your eyes widened. “I had to dig in the deepest, depths of Christmas past to find this.” You smiled and approached him.

 “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He nodded as you took the items, your hands touched in the process and your movements from then slowed.

 “Uh, so the bathroom is right around there, can’t miss it.” He pointed to it. you nodded and walked to where he pointed then stopped before you went around the corner.

 “Thank you white prince Evans.” He smiled and nodded then you walked away.

 The scents in the hall were masculine and got stronger when you opened the bathroom door. As you stepped in and glanced around you noticed it was clean and felt relieved. Most men were messy, disgusting creatures but he looked to be the opposite. You could have guessed that from the way he was groomed. His beard and mustache were perfectly clipped, and his eyebrows were also neatly bushy. He took pride in his appearance, but it also looked like he took pride in the appearance of his house.

 As you undressed you had to fight the urge to open the medicine cabinet and snoop. You wanted to know more but you also didn’t want to pry or invade his privacy. So, you fought the urge—hard. The first feel of the hot water on your skin was heaven. You must have stood there without moving for ten minutes. It felt too good to move so you just stayed there. When you turned you saw his products and that was where you couldn’t stop yourself from snooping. You read and opened bottles then sniffed to your heart’s content. Everything smelled so good. You decided on the one that smelled like Hawaii and a waterfall in the middle of a pine tree-filled forest. It smelled like him.

 As you lathered, scrubbed and rubbed trying to wash the last several hours of dirt, grime, stress, worry and every emotion you’d felt since you hopped on a bus to flee home. It was then you thought about everything. You knew your parents had probably put out a missing person’s alert and everyone was probably trying everything to reach you. You were running out of time. Time was always against you from the beginning.

 You took up his shampoo and began washing your hair, normally you were very picky about what went in your hair but right now you were a beggar and you couldn’t very well be choosey. You got lost in the smells, the feel of the hot water and the richness of the lather against your skin and with it lost track of how long you were in there.

 After you tidied up behind yourself and wrapped yourself in the towel, you walked out and back down the hall you came down. The smell of pizza filled your nostrils and you moaned. When you rounded the corner, his back was turned in the kitchen. You leaned against the wall and just admired the broadness of his shoulders and the way his shirt sucked on him. he was easily six feet at least, an attractive six feet. He must have felt you there because he spun around but didn’t speak. He looked stunned silent. You started to feel self-conscious and gave yourself a once over.

 “Uh—I know, a lot different. Not nearly as put together as earlier in the night, I know.” You walked closer as you spoke until you were behind the island counter with him on the other side.

 “It’s—me no filters, or makeup.”

 “At the risk of sound like a really huge sleaze,” he began and looked at you waiting for permission to continue. You nodded giving it to him. “You are a very—incredibly beautiful woman.” You didn’t miss the way his voice dropped an octave or two. It made you bite your bottom lip and take a deep breath. “You need no filters or makeup.”

 You smiled small at first, but it spread to the size of Texas in no time. You felt like a Disney princess after her prince had just told her she was the prettiest in all the land. It was disgusting how the butterflies flit around your belly.

 “Safe for me to grab a shower?” You nodded as he rounded the island.

 “I actually found you some clothes if you want to wear something other than the towel.” He walked to the couch and held up the neatly folded stack. You took it and thanked him before he walked off to the bathroom. “Make yourself at home.”

 The items he gave you were matching plaid pajamas. The top alone looked like you could wear it as a dress. When you were sure he wouldn’t come back out you put the items on. They were warm and smelled like him which made you snuggle in them. You walked around and made your way down the three steps to look at the papers on the table. They were architectural plans for some building. It looked sleek and modern in design. As you rummaged through the sketches you found yourself smiling at all the plans you saw. He was good.

 You looked around the workspace and saw things a contractor would have, plans, sketches, binders and books of vendors, design, and more. From everything you saw, you felt his passion for his career and knew he could bridge the two with the right vision. You tried not to think about how easy it would be for you to fit into the mix with your real estate experience. Thoughts like that were crazy and dangerous.

 The smells from the kitchen caught your attention again and you went to check what smelled so good and found two pizzas in the oven that looked just about done. As you took them out and placed them on top of the island you rummaged through the drawers hoping to find a knife of something to cut the pizza. You then looked through the cupboards and found popcorn and wine in the fridge. A smile spread across your face. this was a Sunday night for you, pizza, popcorn, and wine.

 After another five or so minutes you looked up and saw him walk closer with sweatpants bottoms sitting low on his hips and nothing else. For the first time, you took notice of how perfect his body was. He was built to be naked. You bit your bottom lip while your eyes slowly took in every inch of him. who knew he hid all of that underneath that wool coat.

 “Hungry?”

 “God yes.” You sounded anxious as fuck. You were well aware. When you looked at his face he was smiling. You cleared your throat and looked away just as the microwave went off. You walked to it thankful for the distraction.

 “I see you made yourself at home.”

 “You did tell me to.” You dumped the final bag into a bowl and turned to him.

 “Interesting combination you have here.”

 “I promise you won’t regret it.” He smiled and took one of the treys of pizza and walked to the living room and put it on the wooden coffee table before he came back for the other. You walked with him carrying the other items. You dropped into the small sectional couch and groaned. He sat slowly while winching. You felt bad for him. You stood again and walked to the bag of dressing the hospital provided then came back to him.

 “Will you let me help?” He nodded then sank in the cushions, so he was a little slouched. You dropped to your knees between his legs and prepared the gauze and antiseptic spray provided. While you read the back, you felt his eyes on you.

 “This may sting—a lot, there is alcohol in it.” Peeping up to him you noticed the beer bottle in his hand. You didn’t realize he’d gotten the pack of beer.

 “Do your worst fancy, I’m at your mercy.” He took a swig of beer and dropped his head back onto the cushion and waited. Once you wet the gauze you arched onto your knees and moved closer to him. your hand hovered over the wound; you didn’t want to hurt him. Seeing you didn’t have a choice you pressed the soaked material to the wound.

 “Fuck me!” his pain was evident, all the color drained from his face and as he held his breath his neck and chest turned a bright tomato red shade.

 “I’m so sorry, ten more seconds so it really seeps in there.” He groaned louder and squeezed the beer bottle tightly, so tightly his knuckles turned damn near paperwhite. You also noticed through his duress the veins in his arms bulged as did his muscles, he looked incredibly ripped.

 “Fuck!” His shout shook you back to reality and you pulled the gauze back then instinctively bent to the wound and blew on it. You didn’t realize you were touching his thighs using them to keep yourself propped up. you blew for a long while then peered up to him.

 “How is that? Better?” his eyes were glued to yours and the color was slowly returning to him. the way he looked at you made the hairs on your arms stand up and those damn butterflies return.

 Slowly he nodded his head. You pulled back and cleared your throat and prepared the ointment.

 “I feel so bad.”

 Groaning he took a few breaths. “Why?” His voice was strained, pained.

 “First you got a split brow and cheek saving me in that alley, then you got stabbed trying to protect me. You were probably better off never having met me. I may be more trouble than I’m worth.” You pouted.

 He studied you and thought you were the cutest thing. He also thought you were being too hard on yourself. He never had the thought through this whole ordeal that he wished he’d never met you. He actually came close to thinking the opposite.

 “I don’t think you’re trouble.”

 “You don’t know me,” you added as you came closer again and began gently applying the paste-like ointment to his wound. The first touch of your hand made him flinch, not from pain or anxious energy for the pain he was expecting. He flinched at the sudden electrical shock he got, a shock only he felt apparently. He acknowledged as you focused on his side that your hands felt good on his skin.

 “Eh, I think I know you well enough by now.”

 “Oh yeah. Please do tell white prince Evans.” He took a longer gulp of his beer then sighed out.

 “You’re the kind of woman who always does what she’s told, always does what’s expected of you. You would rather do it than risk disappointing your parents. Even though you dream of being brave enough to do just that but can’t because your family means a lot to you, it’s all you think you have but you’re wrong. You have so much more. You even offer more than beauty though that is all you think you have.”

 You were speechless. He’d just read you pretty accurately. Your mouth was dry. Pulling your hand away from his skin you wiped the excess ointment off and took up the bandage.

 “Stand up for me.” With plenty of groaning and grimacing, he stood while you remained on your knees before him. You then wrapped the white bandage around his waist making sure to make it tight but not too tight. His eyes remained glued to your face never once taking them off you. You could feel it, but it didn’t make you self-conscious right now. It made you feel, but you couldn’t figure out just what you were feeling.

 “All done.”

 “Thank you.” Nodding you stood and dropped into the couch as he slowly sat back down.

 “I’m glad we met, I’ve had a lot of fun with you tonight,” he softly admitted. You looked at him and smiled.

 “You have?”

 “Of course.”

 The two of you passed the time eating, watching tv and talking about everything and anything. He talked about architecture and why he chose it in college and talked about what growing up in Boston was like and so many stories that made you laugh. In turn, you told him about how you got into real estate, what you liked about New York and a little of how you grew up. you didn’t want to tell him too much, so you kept it very minimal.

 After the pizza was long gone, as was the bottle of wine the two of you were now on the second six-pack of beer and completely enthralled in conversation not caring that the sun was beginning to peek from behind the clouds.

 “So I have to ask now. After all that, why are you still single?” Your smile fell and you looked down. Raising the bottle to your head you took a few gulps.

 “After all what?”

 “You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re not as mean as you first come off, you’re beautiful that’s not hard to see, and you know how to have fun. So why?”

 “what if I told you me knowing how to have fun is new—like tonight new?”

 “Bullshit.” You smiled and shrugged.

 “No bullshit. I have always been pretty boring. I work, shop, things of that sort. Yeah the occasional club, and dinner and drinks but nothing out of the ordinary.

“So, what was tonight?”

 “I don’t know, me taking a stab at being another person. Someone who fits in better I guess.”

 “Don’t do that.”

 “Don’t do what?”

 “Try to fit in. don’t ever try to fit in. it’s so clear you were born to stand out.” Your heart skipped a beat. It was a line. It had to be a line you thought. But damn it was smooth. The line coupled with the way he was looking at you it could have been so easy to just melt.

 “Wow. Now I have to know. Why are you single? That line alone would have dropped a room full of panties.”

 He laughed loud and groaned holding his side. Apologetically you pouted.

 “First of all, I told you I’m picky. Second, it wasn’t a line. It was an observation.” You nodded.

 “Okay, so you’re picky. What do you like? Tell me your ideal woman.”

 He sighed and finished his bottle then took another. You finished yours also and he handed you a new one.

 “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

 “Deal,” you quickly answered.

 “Fine, uh—someone smart there is nothing more attractive than a woman with a brain and some intelligence. Someone funny, she has to be able to make me laugh no ifs ands or buts. Hmm, someone polite, I am a stickler for manners. Someone who tells it like it is. I hate liars and people who feel the need to censor themselves all the time. Also, someone who isn’t a poser, she has to be able to be her own individual and not follow the masses. Someone who knows who she is and won’t try to change for anyone or try to change me. Someone who is passionate in everything they do.”

 You sat there and just watched him talk. There was something beautiful about how he formed words, how his mouth shaped when he spoke. It was distracting. Through everything, he said none of it sounded like you.

 “You didn’t say a thing about looks.”

 “Looks don’t matter. If you look at my past girlfriends you wouldn’t be able to see a certain type. I don’t have a type. I follow vibes—feelings.”

 You nodded and drank from your bottle.

 “And you?” Sighing you groaned out and rubbed your forehead. You had no idea what your ideal man was. You thought you did but it’s funny what a few hours could change.

 “What’s the matter?”

 “I don’t know.”

 “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

 “It means I thought I knew what my ideal guy was like, I thought I had it all figured out but now—I don’t think I do.” He was quiet for a few moments.

 “Now?”

 You took another sip and chanced a look at him. “Yeah, now.” The two of you sat quietly drinking your beers and gazing at each other. It was as if you both had tons to say but neither of you dared to.

 “So, tell me what you thought it was.” Pulling your legs underneath you and hugging them you rested your chin on your knees then sighed.

 “Someone outgoing, someone ambitious, secure in life, strong-minded you know the people who can hold their shit together and yours too, someone simple easy to handle and please, someone who had a plan and always executed, someone who was adaptable, conscientious, a good provider I guess.” As you listed the traits you knew it sounded stupid.

 “Were you looking for a boyfriend or a business partner?”

 You didn’t answer. He had a point it all sounded so stiff.

 “It just sounded very practical, and—clinical.”

 “What’s wrong with practical? Practical is secure.”

 “Practical is boring,” he blurted.

 “Well, I told you I was boring.”

 “Plus, life and love are not practical because neither of those things are singular, it’s multi-faceted. There are so many layers to life and love. Relationships cannot be practical. Maybe for you to figure out what you want is to embrace impracticalness, embrace and go with it. you’ve gone with what is expected of you for so long I bet you don’t even know how to be impractical, impulsive.

 “I hoped on the first bus I found without knowing the destination. That screams impulsive.”

 “It was impulsive. How many times on the bus did you have a panic attack thinking you shouldn’t do it?”

 You smirked and drank your beer. “My point exactly. Embrace the impracticality of life and love.”

 You thought about his words and you really wanted to, but the word “but” was ringing in your head. He was staring at you as if he were waiting for you to either say something or do something. You bit your bottom lip and his eyes fell to your mouth. You looked away from him and groaned. You finished your beer and stood.

 “Should probably clean all this up.” Before you turned he grabbed your hand and held it. looking at it you moved to look at him. He lowered his beer bottle from his mouth and put it down.

 “Come ’er.” You turned then stepped between his spread legs. When you did he put his free hand on your waist.

 “What’re you doing?”

 “Something impractical and impulsive,” he responded.

 Your heart was racing so fast you swore he could hear it. You bit your bottom lip but didn’t move, his hands traveled to the buttons of the shirt you wore and slowly began unbuttoning them. With each passing second, your nerves rose. This was something you wanted. You probably shouldn’t but you wanted him. when he’d reached halfway he dropped his hands. He was giving you time to make the final decision. He sat there patiently without an ounce of urgency in his expression. His eyes were another story they said everything. In them, you saw how much he wanted you, saw how much turned on he was, the intensity behind those lagoon blue eyes made the decision not much of a decision at all. This was probably where the entire night was leading.

 After almost a minute you raised your hands and finished undoing the buttons on the shirt, then you shrugged it off. His eyes stayed on yours for a few seconds longer then they dipped to take in our exposed breasts. He tipped his tongue out and slowly darted them across his lips. He hooked his pointer in the waistband of the pants and pulled you closer. You sat on him, straddling his thighs.

 “Tell me what want, fancy,” his voice was low, deep and sexy as hell.

 “You.”

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the snl standby line ~experience~

um. wow.....

so i’m making this post mostly for myself and to have a documentation of these memories while its all still pretty fresh in my brain, but i figured i would share it on here too just in case anyone wanted to read it or chat about it all w me. (side note: if u were in the line too PLS hit me up we MUST discuss)

basically, long story short is my friend and i slept on the streets of nyc for three nights in below freezing degree weather, got standby tickets for the live show and were able to get in......like i was THERE. for the snl LIVE taping. 

feel free to keep reading below the break if you want an extremely detailed description of the whole ordeal and my personal experience that no one asked for dsjkhfksdjh

to be frank our journey did not start out as we had originally planned lmao. when harry announced that he was doing double duty my friend and i immediately were like. let’s start planning bc we’re 100% going. that resulted in a lot of amazon prime orders and reading up on blogs about tips and tricks in order to plan. we were trying to gauge how far in advance we were going to have to get in line in order to have a good chance. we got a lot of our info from a twitter account/blog run by these three women who have been to every show this season and been in the standby line every week so we trusted their advice. they have been so many times that they apparently have a relationship with the security ppl and are in contact with them. and obviously since it was harry this week, there was a lot more buzz about it and higher stakes of actually getting a ticket. people had been tweeting about lining up on MONDAY in order to be in the front of the line. this account reached out to people and nbc and said that security didn’t want anyone lining up before thursday and if people did, they would be asked to leave and not allowed to get back in line again. finding this out made us panic a bit bc we didn’t want to get thrown out for breaking the rules or anything like that. we originally decided to finish up our days at our internships on wednesday, head back to our apartment, gather up all our supplies and head to 30 roc around 10 so that we could be ready to get in line at midnight aka when it would officially be thursday. 

however, when i woke up wedensday morning amidst all the news about harry’s tour dates etc. there was an update that there were ~20ish people in line already. and that set us into a panic. we were confused if they were going to be thrown out or not bc they lined up before thursday, but periodically as we checked throughout the day security didn’t seem to be doing anything about it. so we made the decision to get to the line as quickly as possible after work. not sure i’ve ever moved faster in my life than i did when i got home and immediately threw anything i thought would be remotely useful into my duffle bag. the state of my room right now? despicable.

we make it to the line a little bit after 8 pm and after an initial assessment, we were around #70-80 in line. and based on that, we decided to stay and set up camp bc we thought our chances were pretty good. (for reference: when the standby tickets were handed out on saturday morning, we were 86th and 87th in line so the number definitely fluctuated based on when people counted us and people maybe being in the bathroom during the count etc.)

everyone around us in line was super super super nice and the ppl we met thru it will def be homies for life. we went through too much together not to be bonded for life ksjdhfksdh. shout out to aisha @teafull​ specifically !!!! we really did that luv......miss u and kristina already babes xoxoxox

wednesday night was definitely the worst sleeping-wise. our set up originally was a waterproof tarp on the ground and then a yoga mat that my friend used as a bed and then our two camping chairs next to the yoga mat. for the first night, i slept in the camping chairs using one to sit in and having my legs propped up on the other one. we each had two blankets and were wearing more layers than i could ever count. we bought a shitton of feet warmers, toe warmers and hand warmers in preparation, but we didn’t really get the hang of using them until the second and third night lol. i woke up probably every hour and a half on wednesday night bc i was either uncomfortable or just so unbearably cold. every time i woke up i made sure to move my toes around bc i was so paranoid i was going to get frostbite lmao. 

thursday was better. we actually got the hang of the hand and feet warmers!! we figured out that if we were wearing shoes they didn’t really work because they were being suffocated and they needed to be in open air to work properly. they worked exponentially better if we didn't wear shoes bc they were exposed to the cold air and heated up really well so that’s a useful piece of information out of this i guess?? sdjhkds. at this point i think there were about 150 people in line. the line wrapped from the back of the nbc building on 6th ave/avenue of the americas around to w 48th street as far as the nintendo store which ends right at the today show plaza (and it got even longer over the next two days). 

one of the worst things about the whole experience would probably have to be the incessant comments from passerbys on the street. they would look at us and speak about us as if we weren’t there. they would also film or take photos of us in the LEAST discreet ways possible which was very irritating. and made me feel like a literal zoo animal on display. i heard comments like “they know the show is on SATURDAY right?”, “they’re doing all of this for that one guy from one direction?”, “do your parents know you’re doing this?”, “you’ve got to be kidding me”, “they’re going to freeze to death for not even a guaranteed ticket to see this guy” and by far the absolute worst one and most offensive thing i heard, “they’re like the modern day homeless”. i could go on a whole separate tangent about this because it makes me so FUCKING angry, but i was very close to confronting some people because of the impeccably inconsiderate, insensitive and blatantly classist comments people were making straight to our faces. additionally some people in line were being harassed by people from radio stations (or people posing as employees of radio stations) that clearly had the agenda of making it seem like fans of harry are dumb and unaware of world issues etc. you can read a more well-written and detailed account about it all on aj’s blog here. but i’ll reiterate that they definitely chose the wrong group to mess with!! the issue was dealt with in record time and i’m proud of and thankful for all the people who stood up to that asshole and put him in his place. he deserved it.

i slept the best on thursday night into friday. probably because i finally had the common sense to buy GLOVES (someone lmk why i thought it was okay to come without them ??? ) as well as buy an extra blanket at a barnes and noble nearby. one of my roommates was also kind enough to bring me her yoga mat and two extra pairs of pants to add to my layers. those two extra layers 100% made a difference. not much happened in the line on friday besides a little bit of drama between a couple of girls at the front of the line who apparently left for 10+ hours that day and (to my knowledge) weren’t kicked out of the line. i don’t want to speak too much on it because i wasn’t directly involved in any of it and only heard it by word of mouth. however, i will say i think there was definitely some suspicious activity from some people that were in line who were for example, using lawn chairs (which are specifically prohibited on the snl webpage) and abusing their break times. 

at 7 pm on friday, the line was shifted so that the beginning of it started at the doors to the nbc studio. i think they do this mainly so that the pages who hand out the standby tickets have easier access to the line? but i’m not positive. our new area was now on 6th ave, smack dab in front of the rear end of 30 roc, basically where the line had originally started. with the amount of people in line (probably around 200 or so at this point on friday) it STILL wrapped around to west 48th even after the shift. and then not even 20 minutes after they moved us was when snl interns came down with CARTS of slices of WATERMELON and CHERRIES !!!!!!! when i tell you i lost it.....

i didn’t get a good picture of the cherries but you get the idea. one of the interns giving us info about what was going on said that harry “was very specific about giving you guys cherries and watermelon” sjkdfhksdjh. and because of his previous behavior w the kiwis i was like....well he’s not playing watermelon sugar then we’re just going to have to prepare for something else. and let me tell you, i have never been more happy to be wrong in my entire LIFE. 

additionally, a couple of men, who i believe worked for snl or nbc, came around with carts of soup for all of us. they didn't confirm or deny that harry sent them (which makes me think he probably didn’t), but the two options were either chicken and sausage or split pea. yes, that’s correct. SPLIT. PEA. when they told me that, i shrieked in their faces, “YOU’VE GOT TO BE JOKING” and they just looked at me so weirdly and go, “......no? like which one do you want......” skdjhfkjsdh. they definitely thought i was absolutely off my rocker (which i certainly was, but that’s besides the point). i’m pescatarian so i chose split pea, and if there’s one thing to know about me it’s that i absolutely ABHOR peas, but i ate it anyway. i had to use all of the oyster crackers as well as some pretzel crisps that i brought with me as a snack in order to make it bearable LMAO. however, regardless of if harry sent it himself, it was a really nice gesture and i’m thankful that they were kind enough to provide us with some food. the snl staff also sent down hot chocolate and coffee and pizza over the course of the three days which was very much appreciated as well!

we were a lot less separated in our new spot on 6th ave so everyone in line was able to hang out with each other a lot more which as really fun!! a girl near us had brought cards against humanity and a group of 7 of us played for what felt like over an hour or so which was really good time. aisha won and no, i am not salty about it at all !!!!!1!1!11!11!!!! 

it was really difficult to sleep that night as well because we were on a much busier road with a lot more lights. it also felt colder and windier despite windscreens that staff put up around our barricades (see the poor quality pic of my friend and i with one of them below LOL). i think everyone was really on edge for the next morning so i’m sure that didn’t help with sleeping either. we settled down to go to bed a little past midnight and i woke up at least three times throughout the night to readjust my blankets and sleeping position or check the time.

finally saturday morning came. my friend had to shake me awake at 6:30 am bc i was finally able to doze off again, but the panic in me immediately activated and i was UP and ready to go. we still hadn't come to a full decision on if we were going to choose dress rehearsal or live yet so we were definitely on edge. we basically wanted to wait until the pages came to us and ask them how many people chose live vs. dress so that we could choose the show we were more likely to get into. however, deep inside i know that we both desperately wanted tickets to the live show. we had been keeping track of other people who were farther up in the line via their socials and seeing what they were choosing too. surprisingly (at least to me), a lot of people ahead of us decided to choose dress rehearsal rather than live. in theory, it makes sense because you’d hopefully get to see more sketches that might get cut for time as well as “spend more time” w harry. my friend and i (who is probably the biggest snl fan on the planet, no lie) would’ve been happy with either, but we both definitely wanted to witness the show that everyone else was going to watch on tv. 

when the pages got to us we found out that it was basically split 50/50. an equal amount of people decided to do live vs. dress. for either show we chose, we would’ve been in the 40s for our standby ticket number. and because of that, we decided to SEND IT and sign up for tickets for the live show (and partly because all our friends in line were also sending it w the live show too!!!). we were tickets #41 and #42 and we honestly felt really really good about it, but we didn’t want to discuss it too much or get our hopes up in the event that it didn’t end up working out. 

after that, the actual standby line experience was basically over. we IMMEDIATELY grabbed all our stuff and ubered back to our apartment. our roommates were already up and they greeted us with lights up blasting through our alexa akjhfkdfh. saturday was also conveniently my university’s homecoming weekend, and as seniors in college, my friend and i felt that it was important for us to go. i won’t go into too much detail about it bc that’s not really the point of this whole post, but my friend and i REALLY had ourselves a DAY on saturday. i actually don’t know how we pulled this off. we ended up showering for probably 40 minutes each to scrub the grime off our body and then day drank from 11:30 to maybe 5 pm........like??? whomst???? luckily, i was able to squeeze in a nap before we had to start getting ready for check in at 10 pm back at 30 roc, but i was 110% hungover when i woke up. 

we got to 30 roc at around 9:30 and were told to go to the nbc store to check in. from there they cross-checked the name on your ID and name on your ticket and then lined you up in order based on your ticket number. i don’t think i realized how many people actually ended up lining up for the standby line until we were there....people had ticket numbers all the way up #267 or something. that’s CRAZY!! after a bit of waiting (maybe half an hour?) a security guy came out and told us that they were going to starting bringing the group up into the corridor and get the process moving. he made it clear that this wasn’t a guarantee to get in. the first 40 were taken and then after about 5 minutes they sent probably the next 40 or so (including us in the front of that second group). from there, we did a security check and waited in the hallway outside the peacock lounge (anyone who’s been to a taping of snl, jimmy fallon or seth meyers might know what i’m talking about). while waiting there we saw a few people trickle in and go through a security check as well. those people included zoey deutch (!!!!!!) - who was rocking this INSANE red plaid suit combo as well as the cutest bob i’ve ever seen - as well as GLENNE aka jeff’s wife who was also serving looks™️ with her outfit. 

security then moved us farther down the hallway closer to the elevators and this is where we all started getting really nervous. i had no concept of time bc my phone was running out of battery and i turned it off bc i was paranoid if they saw it they would ask me to leave skdjhfs. it was only a matter of minutes before we knew if we were going to make it in or not. the staff had us line up two by two and kept counting and recounting us. then one of them grabbed a stack of wristbands and counted us one last time before he stopped at ticket #30 and said “congratulations all of you have a seat in the show”. the energy in the room was SO CHARGED. he was handing out their tickets and was urging them to put them on as quickly as possible and then they were ushered into the elevators. side note: there’s rumors that lorne michaels (creator and head of snl) reserves 30 seats specifically for the standby line. so that might be why he originally stopped at ticket #30.

my friend and i were holding each others hands as if our lives depended on it bc it was really make it or break it at this point. a couple minutes later he goes down the line again while counting us and stops after maybe 15-20 people behind us and again goes “congratulations, you have a seat in the show”. my legs literally almost gave out. my friend couldn’t speak to me bc she was trying so hard to hold in her sobs. i had to put on her wristband for her bc her hands were shaking so much LMAO. they quickly usher us into the elevator and as soon as the doors close all of us in the elevator start screaming and cheering bc WE MADE IT!!! but we quickly quiet down because we had been told beforehand that if we were excessively screaming during the show that we would be removed. i’m pretty sure that during dress rehearsal the staff said someone was shouting distracting comments at harry during the pauses and they were kicked out. someone else was also kicked out for drinking which......blows my mind. but anyway.

when they elevator doors open we are ushered SO FAST into the studio and into seats. i almost got split up from my friend bc the page tried to sit me in a single seat and i was like “no no no, i’m with her”. luckily they were able to sit us together on the back wall of the section that was facing front. they weren’t actual seats, but rather a large cushioned bench. most of our standby line peeps were sat in the right-most section of the studio which was sad that we couldn’t sit next to everyone, but also glad that my friend and i were sat together. 

the taping started no more than 10 minutes after we got there. it all happened so quick and i don’t think i’ve really fully processed everything that happened. i won’t talk too much about the sketches because you can all just watch them yourself but i’ll talk a little bit about some of the behind the scenes things that we witnessed. 

1. the way in which harry RAN between scenes and sketches was INSANE sdkfjhsdkjfh. right after the monologue he basically LUNGED off stage. a staff member (i think its a woman who does wigs for the snl cast) was moving so fast past the main stage after the cameras cut that from what i saw, the way harry had moved so quickly made her TRIP and harry IMMEDIATELY scooped her up basically DRAGGED her backstage skjdfhksjdhfdjkshk. it all happened so fast i still can’t tell if i imagined it happening or not but it was crazy. either way, harry was on the MOVE. 

2. one of my fav sketches by far was the lamaze class one. harry did SUCH A GOOD JOB SFKHSKJDHFSD especially w the accent????? (he actually did so many accents throughout the show i’m so proud of him). he broke a little bit during the lamaze one but as far as i remember that’s the only time he broke?? which??? that’s honestly impressive, especially for the sketches/jokes they were doing (don’t even get me started on the Sara Lee sketch....). also i wasn’t openly jealous of heidi gardiner because of how harry was holding her and caressing her but i was jealous. i will not speak more on this topic.

3. the slow/ballad version of lights up.............BREATHTAKING. there was not a sound in that studio literally everyone was so mesmerized by it. it was honestly gorgeously performed and the back up vocalists did SUCH and amazing job!! the music stage wasn’t really near us but we still had a good view of harry himself and THAT OUTFIT. it was......chefs kiss.

4. when the ballerina photos came up on the screen there was an audible GASP that ran through the audience. i shrieked. i almost grabbed the woman’s hand whom was sitting next to me and i did not know. that is all. 

5. WATERMELON SUGAR !!!!!!?!?!?!??!?!!!!!!!! y’all. have i got a story for you. when the drums hit right before the first “high” my friend and i went FERAL. we were on the edges of our seat the WHOLE song. i had such the urge to stand up and dance but we couldn’t out of fear of getting kicked out ksjhdfkjhs. the entire song we had our hands in the air grooving to it, i was flailing my limbs as MUCH AS I POSSIBLY COULD to jam out to it. additionally, if you watch the performance back you can actually see that harry’s hands are shaking and he’s fiddling with his soundbox on his back during the beginning of the song. we’re pretty sure that his earpiece wasn’t working so he was freaking out a bit. he started to dance a little, but you can kind of tell that he was a bit stiff, maybe because of nerves. then at one point, he looks to someone off stage to his right and he smiles at them and laughs a bit to himself. after that, he starts looking around at the audience up above and there are times that harry looks over to his left EXACTLY in the direction of where my friend and i were sitting/dancing. my friend who has literally ANALYZED this performance from watching it so many times claims that 2:15 is the exact moment that he looks over sees us flailing our entire bodies. and right after he looks over is when he really starts moving and grooving himself and appearing to look a bit more comfortable. while we don’t know FOR SURE if he really did see us or started dancing bc he saw us jamming out, i do want to mention that we were literally the ONLY people in the studio moving like that. we were in the back corner by the sound guy and one of the exits and sitting next to a middle aged married couple who were looking at us like we were certifiably crazy. we had a view of almost everyone in the audience because we were in the last row and as far as we could tell, we were the only ones that were jamming out as hard as we were. so take with that what you will. but from this time forward, i will go on with my life believing that my uncontrollable bodily reactions to hearing watermelon sugar LIVE perhaps made dear harold feel a little less nervous and more comfortable to do his thang :-)))))

i don’t think i’ve clapped harder for anything in my life than i did when he finished performing watermelon sugar and when he signed off the show. i teared up watching him go around to his band and all the cast members giving them the BIGGEST hugs. you can clearly tell that every single person on that cast had the best time with him this week. heidi and cecily both mentioned in their instagram posts about how agreeable he was to everything and how he has to come back to host again. it was clear that he had SUCH a fun experience and he did SO WELL!!!!! i have no doubt in my mind that he is going to host (or do double duty) again at some point in the future. so to those who were in the standby line and didn’t make it in to the taping for live or dress, don’t lose faith. there will for SURE be another opportunity to do this whole thing again. i am so so proud of everyone who was brave enough to face the elements for even a chance to get a standby ticket over these past couple days. you’re all so strong and such warriors. this is certainly not the last time he’ll be doing this. 

as grueling and testing as the whole camping out on the streets and standby ticket experience was, i would do it all over again in a heartbeat. i’m a senior in college and was privileged enough to be able to skip some classes and call out of work in order to do this. i figured that this time in my life is probably one of the only chances where i’ll be able to actually drop everything and sleep on the streets for three days to see one of my favorite people in the world. and in the end, it was all worth it. i couldn’t be prouder of harry and what an amazing job he did last night. this journey is something that i will cherish forever (and will definitely be telling my kids about in the future).

feel free to message me or drop in my inbox if you have questions or want to come chat about it all ! thanks to anyone who actually had the patience to read this whole thing. i’m so sorry for how unbearably long this was dkjfhsdkjhsdk. much love to you all. treat people with kindness :-)

#its embarrassing how long this actually took me to write #im so sorry sdkjfhksjdh #please excuse any and all typos/grammatical errors #this was basically written as stream of consciousness #now i have to go deep clean my room #wish me luck !!! #harry styles #harry on snl #snl #text

[camillemontespan]

lost stars [AU. drake, camille, leo and olivia] [part eight: glass]

I’ve got two more chapters to go!  Be warned, this one is painful. But I think I saved it with some nice fluff near the end. 

Part Seven if you want to catch up!

@jovialyouthmusic @sirbeepsalot @pug-bitch @moonlightgem7 @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @dcbbw @emceesynonymroll @iplaydrake @drakewalkerisreal @i-bloody-love-drake-walker  @themingdynasty @rainbowsinthestorm @katedrakeohd @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @drakesensworld @burnsoslow @pedudley @notoriouscs

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Camille was washing the dishes when she heard the front door slam. Jumping, she raced to the hallway to find Leo striding into the apartment.

‘Leo! You’re back-’

‘No, I’m not back, I’m just picking up my passport,’ he replied shortly. Camille stopped and stared at him.

‘You’re going somewhere?’

‘Yup.’

He pushed past her to get into the bedroom where he found his passport in his bedside table drawer. Camille followed him inside and watched as he went through more of the wardrobes. He had a suitcase with him and he began to shove in more of his clothes inside. 

‘Where are you going?’ she asked.

‘Why should I tell you?’ he replied, not looking up from the suitcase. He continued to fold the items; he was always really good at folding clothes in suitcases. It was the one thing he did that was slow and gentle. 

‘I thought we could talk..’ Camille tried. She wrung her hands together. ‘I wanted to clear the air. Talk about this whole thing.’

Leo stopped folding and looked up at her, disbelief on his face. ‘By ‘this whole thing,’ do you mean when you fucked my friend in our own bed?’

Camille reddened. ‘Well..’ she stammered. ‘Not in those exact words. But I want to talk to you. I want to say sorry.’

‘You’ve done enough,’ he said. He went through into the en-suite to gather together his toiletries. The charcoal body wash. 

Camille grabbed him gently by the arms. ‘Leo, stop,’ she whispered. ‘Please.’

He sighed but relented. She followed him through to the bedroom and they both sat down on the edge of the bed. Leo then blinked and hastily moved to sit on the chair; clearly, he had remembered that Drake had been in this bed. 

‘Alright, Camille. Give me your planned speech,’ he said sarcastically.

Camille bit her lip. ‘I went about this the wrong way.’

‘Yes, you did.’

‘I have been wanting to break up for a while,’ she admitted. ‘I just never had the courage to do it. I should have broken up with you before all of this happened but I was an idiot.’

‘Yes, you were.’

His short answers were unnerving. Don’t let him get under your skin. 

‘I’ve felt like a shadow of myself for some time. I feel like I’ve lost a little bit of me, you know? I’ve been working so much and haven’t felt any joy or happiness for a long time. I tried so hard to keep up with you but you burn brighter than anyone, Leo. I burned myself out. I wanted to prove to myself that I wanted to be in this relationship.  But in the end, I  kept comparing myself to you and I began to realise that we’re like night and day.’

There was a silence. Camille continued.

‘We want different things. You want to see the world and live every day as if its your last, while I just want peace. I want a good job and a nice apartment and a dog - why the fuck do you hate dogs? They’re adorable but you can’t stand them so we’ve never had one!’

She was venting now. She wasn’t meaning to vent to him, she was more venting out loud but he was hearing everything that she was saying, loud and clear.

‘I want a future. I want marriage and a family,’ she whispered. ‘But you have never once properly told me you love me. You’ll say it when you’re drunk or have done something wrong but you have never actually said those three words to me in all seriousness. I never knew where I stood with you. Sometimes, I felt like you loved the idea of me, you loved the idea of having a girlfriend who you can fuck all you like and shower with presents and take her out to fancy dinners.. but that’s not me. You forgot my birthday and the first thing you did was buy me roses and book the Plaza for dinner. You threw money at it.’

She couldn’t stop talking. Why couldn’t she just shut her mouth?

‘I would have honestly just preferred it if you came home, said sorry and gave me the pizza delivery menu and said, ‘let’s order whatever you want and watch a romcom.’ But oh yeah, we’re off carbs! You want to eat more protein! So we’re both on this horrible diet of avoiding carbs and man, I miss carbs.  You deny me pasta! And you hate romcoms! I watch whatever you want to watch, including those dull travel documentaries, but you never watch what I want. I fucking love romcoms!  It’s little things like that-’

‘Camille, stop.’

Camille stopped, breathing heavily. Her heart was pounding. She had not meant to go on like that. What was meant to be an apology had turned into blaming him for everything. But she had never said any of this out loud to anyone. 

Camille kept things to herself until she blew.

This was a very good example of that.

Leo let out a breath. ‘Okay, I could have been a better boyfriend to you,’ he admitted. ‘I should have been. You’re a rare diamond, Camille. I took you for granted. I’m sorry I forgot your birthday but here’s the thing.  While I was busy booking the Plaza for a last minute dinner reservation at their best table with the best view, you were fucking Drake Walker.’ 

He always managed to get to the heart of the matter. He hated waiting around for something to happen; he had to make it happen.

‘I’m sorry I slept with him in our bed. I’m sorry I slept with him, period,’ Camille told him. ‘But I..’

Leo’s gaze was steady on hers. ‘Yes?’

Camille looked down at the floor.

‘Babe, tell me what you were about to say just then.’

Camille sighed. ‘I’ve been falling for him. I tried to be careful but I have been. I’m sorry.’

‘How long has this been going on?’

‘Just once, we only slept together once!’

‘No. How long have you had feelings for him?’

Camille reddened. ‘A while.’

‘Give me an actual fucking timeline, Camille.’ 

He was losing patience. Fine, she was going to be honest. ‘After our double date, I kept thinking about him. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He just understood me. He listened to me. He laughed with me and made me feel like I was worth something. But I kept pushing it down.’ 

‘How did that lead on to you fucking him?’

‘Leo, you don’t want every detail-’

He stood up now, standing over her. ‘Actually, I fucking do.’

Camille had no choice but to give him a play by play. ‘On my birthday, we texted and decided to meet at a bar. We had a drink then we played pool. He brought up the stupid idea that he should be with me and you should be with Olivia. I got angry and left him but he followed me and got into my cab. I tried to get him to leave me alone but he didn’t so we ended up arriving at the apartment and we started arguing and then he kissed me and before I knew it, we were upstairs and we were in this bed.’

Leo looked like he was going to be sick. 

‘I felt so guilty afterwards,’ Camille babbled. ‘I wanted to be honest-’

‘But you weren’t,’ Leo interrupted, his voice laced with venom. ‘Instead, you washed the bed sheets. You know what that says to me, Camille? It says to me that you were happy to hide all evidence, which means you never wanted me to find out.’ 

‘No, no, that’s not-’

‘Don’t fucking bullshit me!’ Leo burst out. ‘I know a bullshitter when I see one because damn it, I’m a fucking bullshitter myself! You were never intending on telling me about Drake. You were going to dump me, sure, but you were never going to tell the whole truth. Instead, you would have used your excuse of how we want different things and how shit I make you feel. But really, you are breaking up with me for him. Admit it. You’re together now.’

Camille shook her head. ‘I wanted to talk to you first before we continued with whatever this thing is.’

‘Why? Do you feel guilty? You’re just wanting to talk to me to ease your own conscience. You don’t give a fuck about me, babe. This is just a thing for you to cross off your To Do List before you go back to Drake and fuck his brains out.’

Camille stood up now, clenching her fists. ‘Leo, I want us to move forward and accept everything. I want to know we can be okay and  you can accept it if I decide to be with him.  I want to be with him but I can’t do that with this over my shoulders.’

‘There, you’ve admitted it. Was that so hard?’ he asked. ‘You’re doing this for your own selfish reasons. Affairs are selfish, babe. You may act like you’re a good person but you’re not. You’re a fucking bitch.’

Silence.

He reached out and picked up the framed picture of him and Camille on holiday in Paris. It was a selfie in front of the Eiffel Tower. Camille was making a heart shape with her hands while Leo kissed her on the cheek. 

Leo trailed his index finger down the photo slowly, his eyes taking in a captured moment of pure happiness. A captured moment that would last for eternity, even if the people inside the photograph would eventually fall apart. 

They used to be so happy. Didn’t they?

He turned to Camille now, his eyes brimming with hurt. ‘Did you love me in Paris?’

Camille slumped down on the edge of the bed, shocked at his question. ‘Of course I did, Leo. How can you ask me such a thing? I loved you so much.’

‘So what changed?’ he asked, his voice croaking. He looked like a lost little boy. 

‘We changed,’ Camille whispered. ‘People change, Leo. That’s what happens.’

Leo looked back down at the photograph in his hands. He spoke softly now. ‘Remember when we went to the Louvre and I found that secret passageway with the red rope? Nobody was allowed to enter but I convinced you to break the rules with me?’

Camille smiled in spite of herself. ‘I do remember that,’ she whispered. 

‘It was a beautiful room we found,’ Leo continued wistfully. ‘Gilded ceilings, works of art on the walls, a view over the Tuileries..’

‘I do remember that view,’ Camille joined in. ‘Quite well.’

‘I know you do because I fucked you against the window.’

Camille giggled and Leo smiled sadly. 

‘Good times,’ he said. 

He grasped the picture and stared at the smiling couple. ‘Really good times..’

Leo dropped the picture frame on the floor. Camille jumped up as it smashed, the glass spreading across the wood. 

‘Leo! What the fuck?!’

He shrugged and picked up his suitcase. ‘People change, Camille.’ 

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Drake wandered to Camille’s apartment. After his talk with Olivia, he felt a little lighter and he wanted to share his news. Olivia was accepting of them. Sure, she wasn’t ecstatic about it but she had taken the high road. 

He stopped when he saw a familiar figure walk down Camille’s apartment steps with a suitcase. It was Leo. Drake hid behind a tree and watched as Leo stalked down the street before hailing a cab. 

So he had grabbed the last of his stuff then. No more Leo. 

Drake buzzed Camille’s apartment and waited. 

‘H-Hello?’

Her voice sounded thick but he put it down to bad intercoms.

‘Camille, it’s Drake,’ he said into the speaker. 

She buzzed him up.  Drake took the stairs two at a time, excited to see her. This was it. Leo had left and Olivia had accepted them together! This was the start now!

Her door opened and he stopped dead when he saw her eyes. Her brown eyes, flecked with gold, were red rimmed and watering. 

‘Camille? What’s wrong?’

‘We talked,’ she mumbled. ‘He broke.. he broke the picture frame.’

‘Woah, wait, he broke something? Honey, tell me what happened.’

She waved her hand dismissively but her eyes still filled with tears. Drake took her by the hand and entered the apartment. He studied the hallway, trying to find evidence of destruction. So far, nothing. 

He watched as Camille walked slowly into the bedroom. Following her, he saw her bend down with a brush and pan and begin to scrape up shards of glass. Drake swallowed; he saw the broken picture frame on the floor and the photograph that was inside. He knew that photograph because he had deliberately ignored it while he had sex with Camille.

Camille sniffled and that snapped Drake out of his head. He bent down quickly and gently took her hands. ‘Let me clean this up,’ he whispered. ‘You just fix yourself a cup of coffee. Hell, drink something stronger if you like. I won’t hold it against you.’

Camille nodded mutely and she left the bedroom, leaving Drake to clean up the glass shards. Once he had made sure the floor was clear of any tiny shards, he studied the photograph. 

Leo and Camille had looked happy. Really, really happy. Leo looked like he was kissing her cheek hard, as if he wanted to eat her up, while Camille’s eyes crinkled in the corners as she smiled wide, her hands making a cute heart shape. 

‘We were different people then.’

Camille’s voice interrupted Drake’s thoughts. He looked up to see her standing at the door with two cups of coffee. Her eyes were dry now - still red rimmed, but dry at least- and she smiled wobbly. 

‘Sorry for scaring you,’ she whispered. 

Drake was up on his feet and over to her in an instant. He took the cups from her and placed them on the dressing table before he placed his hands on her shoulders. 

‘I’m just glad you’re okay,’ he told her.

Camille nodded. ‘I’m fine. I was shaken up but I.. I feel better now you’re here. You have a habit of making me feel safe.’

Drake brought her in for a hug. ‘It’s what I’m here for,’ he murmured into her hair. ‘I’m always going to be here to make you feel safe.’

He held her for a long time while he racked his brain trying to think of what could help her feel better. 

‘Do you want to watch a movie? One of those romcoms of yours?’

Camille smiled and looked up into his eyes. ‘But you hate romcoms.’

Drake chuckled. ‘Romcoms make you happy. I want you to be happy. ’ 

He didn’t realise the importance of what he had just said. 

She led him through to the living room. ‘Okay, so I have How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days or we can watch The Sweetest Thing. Ooh, or The Holiday - I know it’s not Christmas but it’s such a cute film!’

Drake grinned as he watched her look through her DVD collection, taking out the films and showing him. She had become more vibrant now, more like the Camille he was used to. 

‘Is How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days the one with that cute blonde chick?’ he asked.

Camille nodded eagerly. ‘Kate Hudson!’

‘I like her. She’s a babe. Let’s watch that,’ Drake decided. 

Camille put the DVD on and went back to the sofa where he was lounging. Drake brought out a blanket and placed it over the two of them. She snuggled into him and breathed in his sandalwood smell.  Leo may not accept her relationship, sure. She didn’t blame him. But she couldn’t let him hold her back; not now. She could see now that Drake was everything she needed. 

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Leo arrived at JFK Airport and headed to the airport bar to get a glass of something hard before his flight. 

Flying to another city was not running away.  Not in Leo’s book. This was how he dealt with shit. He got away from the problem and hoped it wouldn’t bite him on the ass.  Problems were not Leo’s forte. 

Leo sat up at the bar nursing his scotch on the rocks with a twist. The liquid burned his throat, which was just what he needed. 

‘Virgin Atlantic flight VA10597 now boarding to Paris at Gate 15,’ the PA system announced. 

Leo sank the last of his scotch and picked up his suitcase. ‘Au revoir, Camille,’ he murmured before heading to the departure gate. 

#trr fanfic #drake walker #leo rhys #the royal romance #drake walker x mc

[siyeonjisoo]

I went to see Miyavi today and it was absolutely one of the hottest days I have intentionally spent outside without being at the beach or pool or something like that.  I woke up at 6 and left my house by 7:15 so I could line up early.  I only had GA so I wanted to make sure I was gonna have a good spot in the line but I also wanted to be up close with my friends who also usually camp out all day. 

Got there at like...9-ish and was the actual fourth person in line.  Among the folks who had GA tickets, I was actually second cuz half were VIP and half were GA. This was the first time Miyavi had performed in NYC but not at Irving Plaza or at a special event somewhere else so I was joking around that maybe the rest of the line was actually there by mistake lol.

Another 2 people showed up over the next 3 hours before Miyavi got to the venue.  So he got out of the van and he came over. Almost didn't stop to greet all of us individually. Like we were right next to the door and he looked like he was gonna say hi while walking in but then he recognized at least 2 of the people in the line and thought better of it. Shook everyones hand and had something slightly different to say to each of us before heading inside.  All in the spirit of thanking us for being here or asking if we were ready to rock and what not. Like 10 minutes later, the next few folks joined the line and we were screaming over him coming by still and they were so upset they missed him.

I spent the rest of my day just chatting and catching up with my friends that I really only end up seeing like once a year at Miyavi shows and seriously hate it. I need to see y'all more often!  I honestly almost cried on the train ride home thinking about how I'm gonna miss y'all. </3

The girl who got in line directly behind me ended up being one of the most amazing human beings I could have met that day.  Her friend bailed on her after she had bought two VIP tickets so she had an extra one. WHICH SHE GAVE TO ME. So I got to go inside and have the meet and greet experience before the show!  I kind of was so much in shock that I didn't really tell him much of anything other than thanking him and telling him I look forward to rocking with him.  We were told by security that we weren't allowed to touch him but he extended his hand before I could even say hi.  And he like put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me flush against his side for the pictures.  I had ZERO space between me and him in that picture and it was done by him, not me creeping on his personal space.  lol.

It wasn't until this afternoon that the full weight of HAVING MET HIM AND BEING ABLE TO SPEAK TO HIM FOR LIKE A FULL MINUTE is a THING THAT HAPPENED crashed on me and I just started crying while sitting on my couch.  I just remember the first time I saw him and it was just overwhelming to be in the same room as him with hundreds of other fans.  This time, it was literally me, Miyavi, two photographers, and maybe a manager and security staff somewhere behind the lights that I couldn't see.  I couldn't quite get out the words I wanted to.  I couldn't get up the nerve to thank him for giving me something to pull myself out of my depression when I was a teenager.  I couldn't get up the nerve to tell him he is going to be the inspiration for my next tattoo that is going to be a companion to my the GazettE tattoo.  So I'm a little bit bummed at myself for that but I still got the pictures and the as-close-to one-on-one time I will ever get with him unless I run into him on his free time and I am thankful for that and will choose to focus on that instead.

Leave the m&g and walked in a daze up to the barricade where my friends are waiting.  looked at the pictures and they both turned out surprisingly good.  I went to check out getting merch but the line for that was WAY too long and there was only one person behind the table selling stuff so I gave up when I saw the people I recognized to be the front of the GA line coming in.  I knew it meant I might have trouble getting back to my friends who were saving my place at the barricade and I don't need to be buying merch, I'm okay without it.

Stood around chatting with folks and making even more new friends for the next 2 hours but it seemed to FLY by.  Almost.  When the show started I expected to get crushed against the barricade but I didn't.  I actually had a few inches to move on all sides around me so I was able to keep my feet from growing numb like usual.  I had stashed my bag in a friends hotel room nearby so I didn't have to worry about stepping on that or anything and my phone was secured in another friend's bag so I was completely free to enjoy as much as I wanted.

And enjoy I did.  I was positioned on the drum side of center but still 3 people off of the dead center.  I was on the barricade. I screamed and cheered and sung my heart out.  I headbanged when I could.  I have the bruises on the back of my upper arms to prove I was on the barricade and resting my arms on it throughout.  Miyavi kept teasing us with his sexiness that somehow only gets stronger the more times I see him.  I can't explain it.

We taught him some English slang, you're the sauce. He was so confused "s.a.u.c.e. sauce?" Spelling it out. Asking DJ johnny. Said he would Google it later since he still didnt fully trust us to be honest with the meaning we gave him lol.  Someone in the crowd shouted about wanting pizza and Takamasa Lee Ishihara replied "pizza? no, I prefer Whole Foods" and I almost peed myself from laughter.

He also is so sexy I actually went weak at the knees when he did some shit.

In the chats I had with my friends before, I convinced them to help me get Bobo (the drummer)'s attention.  So when he came out we all screamed like crazy for him instead of Miyavi.  And we were right in front of his drum set so they knew we were there.  Every time it was quiet enough after songs, I started a Bobo-call. First two times it happened Bobo sat there with zero emotion on his face, staring at the wall across from him.  Miyavi was watching it unfold with amusement and would say something to Bobo but not into his microphone so no clue what it was but he would say something and then laugh.  I had kinda given up hope that I would get properly acknowledged until the very end of the show.  After they all bowed after encore, I kept calling him instead of Myv and giving him hearts and he noticed and looked so cute and embarrassed and like nodded/hands together bowed at me. He is just the most precious.   

My friend got a copy of the setlist so that's attached here. This man is a fucking beast and I love him so much.

I also love all of my friends who were there.  Thank you all for loving me and accepting me into our lovely #concertfam 

#miyavi #under the same sky #no sleep till tokyo #nyc #sony theater #janjan's face

[exotahu]

It’s here, the giant Bronycon post!

As per usual I don’t usually make this many words ever so shit might be wonky. and also it was written over the course of a few days so things might not line up in the right order. Also, fair warning I get kinda weird and sentimental at the end there. Also I have no idea if tumblr will break the formatting real bad so heres hoping it doesn’t

Thursday We left early without much incident. Only a group of 4 this time. Me, Andy, his brother Justin, and Andy's girlfriend Sam who was coming in via plane.

It was a really easy journey. Even stopped at the one Speedway with the good hotdogs. I decided to tie a ribbon in my hair too, I always say I should do something more with it than just tie it back. So I figured I'd try it. We got to Baltimore in what felt like no time at all. We checked in and went to our rooms and waited for Sam. I fiddled with my little electric name badge thingy I bought last year. Got it to say my name and Bronycon 2018 with some hearts and sparkles. Once Sam got settled in, we all met back up to go to pre-reg. She and I were afraid we'd weird each other out but we ended up getting along great. We all went to pre-reg and picked up our badges. Then, after dropping our stuff off at the hotel we ventured back out into the inner harbor for food and hanging out. We opted not to go to Dick's this time, opting instead to go to Tir na Nog. Got my usual pub food. The Vodka cranberry (yes even though I planned on drinking later) and the plain cheese burger. I like to eat the same thing at all the places, because I think it's neat to see the same food through the different lenses of different restaurants. Tir na Nog in Baltimore is different than O'Toole's in Albany is different from Jack Astor's in Toronto. After that we went to the big Barnes and Noble and looked at books and stuff. Then we all went to that ice cream shop thats right next door. They sell tea apparently so I got a small one. Missed the regular size straws so I had a huge straw (Like a goddamn footlong) in a tiny cup (like 3 inches). We went to the bars in Fells point after that. We only got slightly lost, but we found it. We didn't register for the actual bar trot, cause you don't really have to to enjoy drinks. We went to the Dog's Watch Tavern first cause they usually have a good shot, which in this instance was a Pinkie Pie shot. Don't know what was in it but I had several. We went to the Admiral after that. It was the best as it usually is. I think I drank like, 4 of the Trixie, there was a Sunset Shimmer drink (But it was secretly the Applejack. I liked it anyway). And I had most of a Rainbow Dash drink. I must say, I absolutely adore the atmosphere at this bar. The bartender is great and clearly loves what he does. A couple people recognized me cause I sit in the same spot more or less every time, and the goggles that I wear. That was pretty neat. Got pretty drunk, decided to go back after that to prep for the next day. We got a little bit lost on the way back too, but it brought us by the CVS so I bought a couple boxes of PopTarts. We got back to the hotel and went to bed.

Friday

Tried to get up for opening but missed most of it. Caught the tail end of it though. Sleep deprivation got me, plus the buttload of alcohol didn't really help. Hung out in the harmony plaza til the apple family panel. There was a photoshoot that happened but there wasn't a ton of people there. Saw apple family VA panel. It was pretty funny. Went to the vendor hall and walked it to get the layout, I didn't want to just chaotically walk around and not know where anything was so I strictly just walked each isle in a pattern. Actually helped me remember where booths were. I spoke to an artist about getting a comission for a friend who couldn't make it. His slots were full for the day so I figured I'd come back Saturday. I bought an original piece from him, which was actually pretty cool. I then went to the comic booth. I am trying to get at very least the A and B covers for every comic, Plus I wanted first prints of the first issue mane 6 covers. I got the first prints of the two #1 issues I needed. Then I got invited to Jonny Rockets, and due to needing to finish something in the vendor hall it took me a little bit. My friends are cool and waited for me even though I went on one hell of a journey to get there. So I got out of the vendor hall which exited by the Hilton sky bridge. Figure, shit I'll just take the sky bridge on the opposite side so I go for it. Get out there, pass the other hotel (hyatt?) and what used to be a wide open plaza. (Now it's a parking lot). Realize the goddamn thing ends there and there is no way down (unless I went back through the convention center and all the way back around), and more of the bridge is missing. Figure I don't want to walk all the way back so I go through the hotel. No idea if I was supposed to go through that door cause it looks like there were unused decorations everywhere. Nobody stopped me so I made it out to the street. Realize I still have to walk to the corner to cross, but say fuck it and randomly cross in the middle to the street island thing. Then I almost died to a puddle walking on the sidewalk behind some food trucks. Caught myself though. Finally I get there and we hang out and get a burger. On our way back I managed to drop a Pokemon on the Bronycon gym. We went back to the vendor hall. Hung out and looked at stuff. Me an Sam went shopping for pillows. We each bought one, only the case though. Had no space to store the full whole thing.  We went to the whoves line pannel after that. It was really funny, especially the bit where they acted like the friendship map was a computer that got a ton of viruses and went to a "bad dragon" website. I am surprised I've never gone to it before. We went to Jimmy Johns for dinner and then dropped our stuff off at the hotel and headed to the palooza. The performances were great, although they somehow got super off schedule. I bought a Shake-Ups CD. I stayed until the end. I enjoy the palooza immensely, but those 2AM nights are rough. My legs end up being noodles and its a guarantee I won't get to bed until atleast 330. Which is about when I went to bed.

Saturday

Had a bit of a slow start but I wanted to speak to the artist about that comission for my friend who couldn't make it. Even though I was slow, I still got there early enough. The thing he wanted would have been too complex, so I came up with something I think he'll like. Then I went to the comic booth and figured out what I needed to complete the A and B covers for the main comic series. It was cool cause they just let me into the booth to look. I believe I've done it, I just have to add everything to my app to make sure. I ran out of space in my comic storage, so I only did the main series. Next year I will buy for the side series. (There is a lot less). As of typing this out, I found the shop's location. Only a 3 hour drive. Might make a trip of it so I don't have to worry about it at next year's con. Dunno. Met back up with Andy and Sam in vendor hall. We looked around before leaving to get food and make a hotel drop. We got lunch at the JJ before heading to the script reading panel with Tabitha. Usually they're pretty strict about recording at these. Usually one of the staff says something about my camera, but nobody said anything. Or mentioned not recording it at all. I wonder if anyone uploaded it. It was about the mane 6 and a convention called "boomycon" which was about an alt. universe Derpy as a comic character who rides a meteor or something. The comic characters crossed over into the regular universe and shenanigans ensued. It was pretty funny. After that we went back to vendor hall to check on something, and I bought another of those dang pillows, and these weird flow rings, plus some other small stuff, including some super fucking adorable chibi-ball plushie things of Fluttershy and Tempest (Pretty sure I posted pictures). We made a hotel drop and got food. We tried to get into the DIY pony plush making but ultimately the wait list was too long. At this point we went to the sky terrace thing. Apparently there was a wedding, which is really fucking cool! Then we just found some chairs to just kind of chill in. Justin had a mini-pizza that came in a mini-pizza box. We're just sitting there talking and some guy came up and leaned over. We all thougt maybe he had left something. Then we notice he's signing the empty pizza box? He then just says you're welcome and leaves. It took a second then we realized... It was MA Larson. Fucking hillarious. I went back to the hotel again, meeting up with a friend on the way back. Met back up with everyone else at the palooza after that.  Brought the rings I bought and was playing with them, while doing my awkward-ass flail dancing. A couple people thought they were cool which was neat. I really enjoyed all the performances. A cover of 500 miles happened, Eurobeat was fantastic. Great show. I caught a T-Shirt that was thrown. (Which never happens ever and even though it's a small size it still fits.) Again I stayed until 2 AM, got to bed about 330.

Sunday Sundays are usually always the chill day where not much happens. Woke up around the usual time and headed over to the vendor hall. I wandered and bought some last minute things (Pillow #3...). I met back with everyone else around noon. We spent most of day in vendor hall just hanging out. One thing I did, was get a comission of my pony OC. I've been wanting to for years, just to say I had so I finally did it. I'm looking forward to it. Also saw a little digital badges that you could store pictures in. After that we went to the fountains to hang out before lining up for closing ceremonies. They opened with a nifty performance by Step2Harmony. Some of the guests said their farewells before the con chairs started talking about the numbers, a little more than 5000 people. (I don't remmeber the exact number, might have been closer to 5600?). After that was a skit involving the mascots. Blank Canvas got accepted into an art school and Hoof Beatz was going on tour, and the date they were leaving was the end of August next year. They run off stage and Mane Event just stood there like "What about us... : (" Scene end. Sure enough, the con chairs came back out and annouced that next year is going to be a 4 day event instead of a 3 day event. They also anounced that next year is going to be the last Bronycon and that they are ending the event in 2019. You could feel the moment where everybody's hearts broke. There were a lot of people crying. I was pretty choked up too, and I'm honestly not sure how I kept myself together. We walked back to the hotel. While we were waiting for the elevators, you could tell the mood was pretty sombre. Dropped off my bag and went back down to the lobby to wait for Andy and Sam. We all headed down to the inner harbor to go to Bubba Gumps. We had a hour and a half wait, that we spent hanging out in the harbor and the pavillion. One of them seemed to be closed this year. They seem to get smaller and smaller each year. Bubba Gumps as always was fantastic. I got the usual Shrimper's Heaven. Even got to eat the shrimp that Sam didn't eat. Bonus shrimp! Spent 60$ on my check and regret nothing. We went back to the hotel with the intent of playing some Shipfic in the one banquet room the hotel usually has open, which we did! Another group played the pony movie which was neat. We also saw an Insomnia Cookies down in Fells Point so we decided to order some. It took a little more than an hour. But I got the call and they showed up to the hotel and handed me a very warm box. The cookies were fantastic. Every bit worth the wait. I think I have one somewhere relatively close to my home but I'm nowhere near the delivery radius. Probably a good thing because I would go broke buying cookies. They're pretty awesome. Some guy had also had a baby skunk! No idea how he pulled that off or how the hotel was cool with it but it was really cute. Once the movie ended most of the people left. After that we went back to our rooms. Me and Sam got a group picture of all the pillows we bought. I packed most of my stuff after that and went to bed.

Monday.

Woke up, got the car all packed and cleared the rooms pretty quick. We had thought to do some other stuff, but we really didn't have time. Instead we went to Tir na nog and just hung out until we had to leave. Any day you can be mildly drunk before noon and have it not be a problem is a good day. We dropped Sam off at the airport after saying our goodbyes. We hit the road after that and started our journey home. Which was honestly fairly uneventful. No one's windsheild broke. No one's catalytic converter got stolen. We made a couple of stops but nothing really interesting. Got home way earlier than I'm used to. Like 5:30-6PM. And then I realized, Bed, Bath and Beyond was still open. So I drove out there to get the actual pillows for the pillow cases. Found the exact ones the guy at the booth I bought them from. They were on sale, so they were only 20$. Then I had the fun time of fitting 3 hugeass pillows in my really tiny car. Got back home and finished unpacking.  

Conclude:

I had a really good time this year. It was very a relaxing trip and I enjoyed spending time with everybody. It never quite feels long enough. I didn't make any real attempt at cosplaying this year. Just didn't really feel into it. I did wear my Sylveon ears that were given to me by a friend though. And I had my goggles, which are just kind of a thing now I guess. I tied a blue ribbon in my hair too. I never do anything with it and I guess I decided now was the time. I think I'm going to do that more often from now on. Next, I am beyond incredibly sad that next year is the last one. Bronycon has been one of the big things I look forward to doing each year. It's easily been one of the best cons I've ever been to. The atmosphere was great, the staff was great. The con ending will also mark the end of a 12 year tradition for me of going down to Baltimore for a con. The only year I wasn't able to go to was 2010 because there was just no way I was going to be able to swing it. Aside from that, I went to Otakon from 2006 until 2012. I had honestly kinda burned out on that though and wasn't sure if I was gonna go back, but it would be shortly after returning from the 2012 Otakon, Bronycon announced that they were gonna move to the Baltimore Convention Center in 2013. Some other friends were interested in going, and since I knew the area so well, we decided to go for it. I went every year after that. Hell, it's how I ended up meeting Andy (which is a pretty funny story all on it's own), it's also how I ended up recconecting with another friend of mine from way back in the day as well as others. There were good times and adventures to be had outside the Con as well. Bubba Gumps, the bar trot in Fells Point(that goddamn Trixie drink, looked like something I'd never have been able to drink, but it is easily my favorite alcoholic drink that has ever existed. I really hope I can get the recipe next year), the bigass barnes and noble, the aquarium, the pavillion. It seems like every year it gets better and I've never felt bored of it or burned out. I am going to miss this immensely, I suppose I'll have to find another con to go to, or atleast other adventures to have but one thing is for sure, I'm never going to forget any of this. All the good times that we've had, or this big thing I've been a part of or this place that has brought me so much joy over the years.

(Once next year ends and I walk out of that convention center for the last time, I am going to be a complete goddamn mess. It's going to be a terrible day for rain...)

Also, though I don't know if you'll ever read it, as I don't think we've spoken in several years now, to the person who convinced me to go to that first Otakon back in '06, Thank you. For introducing me to this place, and setting off a real wacky series of adventures. I don't know if any of this would have happened if you hadn't convinced me to come down here all those years ago. Once again, thank you, and I hope you're doing well.

tl;dr Good fuckin' con, but Pete fuckin' sad.

#bronycon #bronycon2018 #bronypalooza #i accidentally tagged half of my instragram stuff as bronycon2108 #bronycon2108 #my little pony #mlpfim #convention #the title is totally not a reference to a buddyfight card #baltimore #baltimore convention center #baltimore inner harbor

[rosegoldachievement]

Where Good Girls Go To Die (chapter 1)

pairing: fahc x reader 

word count:  1,987

series: Where Good Girls Go To Die 

summary:  You're not quite sure what compelled you to move to the infamous city of Los Santos, a ruthless playground for drug dealers, washed-up celebrities, and criminals alike. It was very different from your small hometown in the middle of nowhere, where nothing ever happened and you couldn't even leave your house without running into someone you knew, but perhaps that was part of the attraction. But, after running into your ex-best friend, Jeremy Dooley, you began to think Los Santos wasn't so bad as it seemed. Well, until the bank you worked at got robbed and you managed to get kidnapped all in the same week, leading you to become stuck in a penthouse with six very deadly males.

chapter one / chapter two

Chapter One: Lil’ Cups of Coffee

The sun rose above the skyline, painting it various shades of pink and orange. Beams of light shone directly through the blinds and onto your face, causing you to throw the blankets over yourself.

“Fuck off.” You mumbled, trying to block out the luminescence from the other end of the room.

When you had first entered your new apartment the night previous, you immediately could tell the city’s nightlife four floors below would be hard to adapt to. Whizzing cars and alarms lasted past nightfall, making you toss and turn in your bed. It didn’t help that you were ninety percent sure gunshots had gone off  only a few streets down from yours at around three in the morning.

It had taken you five minutes to retreat from the darkness of your sheets and get up from the bed, going through the obstacle course of unpacked boxes that cluttered your room.

You had finally managed to make it to your kitchen without dying and began to rummage through the boxes on the island for the one labeled ‘kitchen appliances’. After a few minutes of searching, you found it and pulled out the coffee machine. This was only one of many graduation presents from your family, and just like most of the others, it was unused and still in its original packaging.

After finally setting up the machine and making a pot of coffee, you began to unpack the boxes that were scattered across the dining area. It was quite a chore, but you knew it had to get done sometime..

The clock showed ten o’clock in the morning when you finished unpacking. You had managed to create a home for every object, developing a comfy atmosphere. Yet, when you were cleaning, you couldn't help but notice the lack of food in your fridge. Your parents didn't enjoy the concept of you taking the food they had on your move, so you settled for knowing you would have to go shopping once you arrived at your new town.

“I guess it's time for a shopping trip.” If you remembered correctly, there was a small plaza with convenience store a few blocks away from your apartment building. After changing into a pair of comfy sweatpants and a thin tee-shirt and exiting your apartment. you walked down the four flights of stairs to the ground floor. From there, you walked out of the double glass doors and watched as the city bloomed to life upon walking onto the sidewalk.

Your attempt to dodge the clusters of people while walking was fruitless, clipping some shoulders as you went down the street. The differences between Los Santos and your hometown were like black and white. At home, you could go blocks without seeing anyone but here, you couldn't even step without stepping on someone's foot.

By the time you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, you had arrived at the plaza the store was in. From the looks of it, the other places that inhabited the lot were a laundromat, tattoo parlor, and pizza place. You were about to enter your set destination when someone suddenly bumped into you, causing you to lose your balance and fall.

“Fuck,” a somewhat familiar voice grumbled. You looked up to see brown eyes that you had glimpsed at many times throughout the years but rather foreign green hair.

“Jeremy?” You managed to ask, mouth agape. The male seemed to be taken back from hearing his name, studying your features before realizing who you were.

“Y/n?” He offered a hand to help you up, which you gladly accepted. After he pulled you to your feet, you couldn't believe that your ex best friend, Jeremy Dooley, was stood in front of you. The same Jeremy Dooley who packed up his old beat up truck the morning of his eighteenth birthday and left the town without saying goodbye to anyone, including you. In that moment, you wanted to question his choices. Yet, you felt like you had already known the answer.

“Uh, yeah. It’s been awhile, huh?” You allowed your thoughts to quickly dissolve into the back of your brain. An eternity of silence seemed to slip over the two of you before a bright smile overtook his features. He seemed to gaze down at the watch on his wrist before putting his attention back on you.

“You in a rush? If not, I’d love to take you out to get some coffee and talk for a little. My treat.” You opened your mouth to admit you were actually on your way to shop and politely excuse yourself, but the words that escaped your mouth were anything but.

“Coffee sounds great,Jer.”

“Alright, cool. I know a place we can walk to from here. C’mon.” Jeremy began to walk the way in which he came, only leaving you to follow. As you caught up him and your footsteps fell in line with his, you couldn’t help but question your own feelings in the moment. Half of you was eager to learn how Jeremy has been all of these years, but the other half hated how casual this seemed. You even used his old nickname, for fuck’s sake.

Jeremy ended up leading you to an ally. You were about to question him when you noticed a blinking neon sign saying ‘Rimmy Tim’s’ hung up above a descending staircase. The sign casted tinted the ally with its custom colors, which happened to be an very distasteful purple and orange.  

“Y/n?” Your vision drifted from the sign to see Jeremy lingering below it, his right hand lightly grasping the handrail. “You coming?” A sudden sound of embarrassment came from your lips as you quickly nodded your head, going back to his side once more.

At the bottom of the staircase stood frosted glass double doors, serving as an entrance way to the shop. With one hand, Jeremy opened the large door, revealing the coffee shop behind it. As Jeremy expertly guided you to a specific table, you began to observe your surroundings. The strong scent of coffee beans hung in the air as you passed by the front counter. The color scheme of Rimmy Tim’s matched the outside, the interior design seemingly as mix of industrial and nautical. This created a peaceful aura, which was something you needed after moving. You wouldn’t expect a gem like this to be tucked underground the city of Los Santos.

“Do you come here often?” You asked, slipping into the booth that Jeremy had picked out. You expected him to do the same, but he just stood next to the table.

“You could say that. I’m going to get us something to drink.” You began to stand up, but Jeremy immediately shook his head.

“Nope, you stay here.” Your eyebrows knitted together as you shot him a confused look.

“Jeremy, you don’t even know my order.” Jeremy was quick to dismiss your concerns, waving his hand as if swatting them away.

“Trust me, I’ll figure it out. Now sit.” Reluctantly, you sat down and Jeremy took his victory in stride as he turned on his heel and headed towards the front counter. While you awaited Jeremy’s return, you found yourself playing with different apps on your phone. You had just completed a very difficult level in a puzzle game when he returned, placing a white ceramic coffee cup down in front of you. As he sat down across from you, you looked down in the hopes to identify what he had gotten you. The top was covered with whipped cream, so you couldn’t exactly figure out the exact contents of your drink. Jeremy took a sip of what seemed to be some kind of iced drink before speaking.

“Go ahead, try it.” He gestured to the cup in front of you. You casted him a look of uncertainty, causing him to chuckle. “Y/n, just taste it.” With a sigh, you raised the cup up to your lips and took a small sip. As the liquid touched your tongue, a sense of familiarity rushed over you. Your (eye color) eyes flashed upwards, making contact with Jeremy’s.

“Is this a cafe mocha?” You smiled, taking another sip, this one bigger than the last. Jeremy’s smile grew as he nodded. Memories of junior year of high school flooded your brain, Jeremy and you sitting at one of the only coffee shops in town and talking for hours on end. A sad smile crossed over your lips, thinking about all of the days you had spent there, nursing a drink identical to the one you had now.

“Just like the one at home, right? I wasn’t sure if you still liked them, but I wanted to give it a shot.” He watched as you enjoyed your drink, taking a sip of his own before continuing to speak. “Speaking of home, why aren't you there?” You rested your coffee on the table, your hands still wrapped around the cup, enjoying the warmth it was giving off.

“I moved here yesterday.” Jeremy’s face contorted into a shocked expression, a silence lingering in the air between you. It took him awhile to formulate the words, but after a minute, Jeremy spoke up.

“Why did you move here? A city, nonetheless? Weren’t you always the one saying you wanted to settle down and make a family back home?” Well, he wasn’t wrong. Jeremy moved to your small, quaint town the summer before fourth grade from Boston. His rebunkous self refused to conform to the country background of your town. Ever since you had known Jeremy, he had been claiming he was going to move back to the city one day. You idolized his ambition and need for change, but your small town was all you had ever known. But, once Jeremy left, you realized that his spontaneous behavior was what made your town bearable.

“Yeah. I know what you mean. It’s just things started to get….” You trailed off, trying to figure out where you were going with that sentence before shrugging. “I don’t know, boring, I guess?” Jeremy’s mouth swung open to answer, but the sound of his phone going off averted his attention.

“Shit, I gotta take this. I’m sorry.” A frown formed on his face once he read the caller ID.

“It’s fine, take your time.” You told him, raising your coffee to your lips. With that, Jeremy answered the call and walked away.

After a few minutes, Jeremy returned, still bearing a frown.

“Hey, I’m really sorry to do this but, that was work. I gotta go.” You sighed, but understood.

“It’s alright, I understand. It was really nice catching up with you, Jeremy. Thanks for the coffee.” Jeremy’s frown quickly turned into a smile at your words.

“No problem. I’ll cya around, I guess.” Jeremy jammed his hand into his pocket and turned around. A second seem to pass before he sighed, quickly turning back around to face you. “Sorry, I was just wondering, uh, can I put my number in your phone?” He suddenly asked. You smiled and nodded, picking your phone up from the table and handing it over to him.

“Yeah, of course!” Jeremy quickly put his information in and handed you back his phone. The moment he did this, his phone buzzed, indicating he received a message. After checking it, you heard him mumble something under his breath.

“Alright, I’m coming. Calm the fuck down, Geoff.” You brought yourself not to question this, since it seemed like Jeremy was only talking to himself. “Alright, y/n. Text me whenever you get the time.” And with that, you watched your former best friend walk away and disappear out of the frosted double doors at the front of Rimmy Tim’s. Staring at the half-empty cup he left across from you, you found yourself chuckling.

“Maybe moving here won’t be so bad after all.”  

#achievement hunter au #achievement hunter x reader #rooster teeth x reader #fahc x reader #fahc #achievement hunter fanfic #gavin free x reader #jeremy dooley x reader #jack pattillo x reader #michael jones x reader #ryan haywood x reader #geoff ramsey x reader #achievement hunter reader insert

[paradisobound]

Light in the Dark

Summary: Phil is the RA (Resident Advisor) for his local college where he manages the residents on the floor of his dorm building. But his junior year in college is about to take a turn when one of his residents, who’s named Dan, is blind. Soon, Phil develops a friendship with Dan as he soon discovers that they were meant for much more than just a platonic relationship. He just hopes that his Alpha abilities won’t scare away the timid Omega.

This is a chaptered work. This is chapter 15. 

Word Count: 1,952

Warnings: medical disabilities (blindness). Strong angst at the end and a fight! 

For Phil, Christmas was really special this year. Mostly because he wasn’t with his own family for the start of it. When Dan left to go back home after his stay with Phil’s family, Phil had left with him, not wanting to spend any more time without his mate while they wait for the semester to begin again.

Of course Phil missed not being with his family but there was something much more spectacular about waking up next to Dan on the morning of Christmas.

The exchanging of gifts went by fast but Phil wanted to give Dan his gift to him in private. Although Dan was too eager to wait to give Phil his so Phil had opened it with Beth, and Dan’s family all staring at him. As he opened up the gift to find a signed Muse album, he instantly grabbed Dan in a hug and kissed him. He knew that finding a signed album was really hard and it must have been even harder yet knowing that Dan couldn’t possibly have known whether or not the album was actually signed or something someone was telling him was signed.

But after he thanked Dan for his gift, he gave Dan his own. He bought Dan a simple gift of a bracelet that his initials on it. It was a silver one, one Cornelia had helped him pick out. She told him that if Dan was his mate, he should wear his initials somewhere on him. So Phil decided a bracelet would be best because then Dan could wear it all the time and not worry about forgetting it anywhere.

When Phil first gave Dan the gift, he explained what it was to him and Dan seemed confused at first until Phil told him the special meaning behind it. And as soon as he got done speaking, Dan’s eyes lit up and he began to put the bracelet on himself, which made Phil so damn happy.

Following Christmas, Phil went home reluctantly to spend the rest of the time with his family. Departing from Dan was hard but he decided that next year, he and Dan would be mated and by law, be eligible to purchase the lease for an apartment. And he was fully ready to live with Dan.

Luckily for Phil, the winter break went by much faster than he had anticipated because the college asked all the RA’s to return back to campus one week before everyone else arrives back. So on a Monday, Phil returned back to campus with his bags in tow.

Ashlee was already there, along with her new mate who was helping her move in. Phil said a quick ‘hello’ to her before he headed off to his room to look over the list on instructions the college gave him that he needed to do before the resident’s arrived.

By late afternoon, Phil had most of his things done. He had the new name tag for the doors ready: he did a superhero theme this semester. He went around to hang all of the name tags on the door when he spotted Ashlee in the hallway, walking towards him with a smile on her face.

“Hey, Phil! How did break go?”

Phil shrugged, taping up the name “Jesse” to the door labeled 216. “It went by fast.”

“Did you see Dan?”

Phil nodded. “Yeah, only a few times though.”

Ashlee pouted her lips. “Oh no! Couldn’t find the time?”

Phil shook his head and continued on to the next door where he taped the next name up to the right room. He then set down all of his supplies and turned to Ashlee, only now fully spotting the dark bruised neck she was sporting. “You’re mated now?”

Ashlee nodded with a giant smile plastered to her lips. “Yes! Jake and I mated exactly two days ago! My mating bite hasn’t resided yet but I went to the doctor yesterday about it and he gave me cream to put on it. Apparently my skin is just really sensitive.”

Phil smiled. “That’s really awesome to hear!” He found himself leaning up against a random door behind him. “I really want to mate with Dan.”

“When is his next heat?” She asked, arms folded over her chest.

Phil shrugged. “He doesn’t know. His body is completely out of whack right now from being denied heats for so long.”

“Oh no.” Ashlee bit her lip. “Well, hopefully it’s soon! But you should convince him to see a doctor that specializes in Omega biology. He might need to go on a birth control to regulate his heats.”

“Birth control does that?” Phil asked.

Ashlee nodded. “Yeah. It did for me anyway.” She paused. “Wait, Dan’s not on birth control and you guys have been having sex? That’s not safe Phil.”

“It’s fine.” Phil said with a smile. “We’re safe.”

“You say that now and then when a little Phil is running around here in nine months, you’ll think otherwise.”

Phil rolled his eyes and chuckled. “That’s not happening.”

Ashlee laughed. “I’m just kidding Phil. I know you’re not that stupid.”

Phil laughed along with her as he bent down and picked up the rest of his name tags. “Dinner later?” He asked.

Ashlee smiled. “Sure! I’ll meet you in the lobby at 6?”

Phil nodded and walked by her, taping the next name on door 218.

The day Dan arrives back on campus is the best day of Phil’s life...again. Dan doesn’t even bother to move anything back into his room, he just moves it into Phil’s room where he’ll be sleeping anyway. And after a quick round of sex that Dan asked if they could do, they were now on their way to meet up with Louise and Ashlee at the plaza.

Holding Dan’s hand, he was happy to see and hear the bracelet that was on his wrist jingle and gleam as they walked.

Ashlee and Louise were already to the plaza when they arrived there, so Phil and Dan took a seat across from them in the booth as Louise passed them both paper plates for their pizza they had just ordered.

“How did your breaks go?” Louise asked them all.

“Great!” Ashlee said. “I’m mated now!”

Louise clapped and Dan smiled at her, reaching out to tap arm but missing slightly and almost hitting her boob (Ashlee didn’t mind though. She just laughed.) Phil then explained how he didn’t do much his break, only talked to Dan and hung out his room. And Dan answered the same way, just slightly opposite.

But as the pizza was about to be brought to them, Louise said something they all weren’t expecting. “I saw Devon a lot over break. His sister started working at the bookstore with me and he had to pick her up from work every time she was scheduled.”

Phil flattened his lips in a straight line and Dan paid no attention as he began to grab a piece of pizza for himself, nearly burning his hand in the process before Phil had to help him a little.

“Oh really?” Ashlee asked. “What’s he been up to?”

“He said he transfered schools.”

Phil nearly dropped his pizza onto the ground before he caught himself and evened out his shaking hands.

“Yeah, he told me he didn’t like our college anymore so he applied quick decision and got into a university about forty minutes away. He’s gonna commute every day.”

Louise continued. “I mean, I’m kind of glad that he’s gone if I’m being honest. The past few months he’s been causing nothing but trouble for you and Dan, right Phil?”

Phil had been distracted for most of the conversation, absentmindedly cutting his pizza with a fork and knife but cutting the plate by mistake and not realizing it. Dan was busy eating his own slice, and taking a sip of his drink, clearly not paying any mind either.

“Oh yeah.”

“I thought you’d be happy to hear that news?” Louise said. “You know all the shit Devon put you and Dan through. Look at the scene he made at the Halloween Dance? He had to be escorted out by security who took him to the health center because they thought he was too drunk to be by himself.”

Phil shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m glad he’s gone but it’s gonna be weird not seeing him around.”

Both Ashlee and Louise furrow their brows. “What are you on about?” Ashlee asked. “Your mate is sitting right beside you and you’re not the slightest bit glad that your old mate is gone?”

Dan stiffened in his seat and set down his pizza, pushing away the plate and leaning with his elbow on the table, his head resting in his palm. “For fucks sake, Phil, Devon used to harass Dan after their joint class every day! Aren’t you happy he’s out of your hair?”

“Well yeah...but…”

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Dan announced, scooching from his seat and heading off with his cane in hand towards the bathroom.

“See what you did, Phil?” Louise exclaimed.

“I didn’t do anything!” Phil cried. “Why is it so wrong for me to say I’m going to miss someone?”

“Because you shouldn’t be missing anyone but your mate.”

Phil sat back, his back touching the seat of the booth as he let out a breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

When Dan comes back out a few minutes later, he has visible tear stains down his cheeks and his nose is a dark red. He sniffles once before he wipes his eyes again under his black glasses. “I called Beth and she’s coming to get me. I want to be alone for awhile.”

“Dan,” Phil stood up and put his hands on Dan’s arms in a gesture of solace. “What’s going on, bear?”

“Why is Devon so much more important to you than me?” he asked, his voice wavering. “I’ve been trying so hard to forget Devon even exists but then when he’s mentioned, you act like you care more about him than me. I get he was the first person you thought was your mate, but if I’m really your true mate, then why is Devon worth so much to you? I love you, Phil. But it hurts.”

“I care about you so much more than Devon, Dan.” Phil’s hands moved up and down Dan’s arms in a comforting gesture. “I want to mate you. I want to be with you, not Devon. Don’t even think that Devon means more to me than you.”

Dan’s face scrunched up a few more stray tears slid down his cheeks. “Beth will be here in a few minutes.”

Something inside of Phil’s chest snapped and broke, stabbing his repeatedly every time he took in a breath. His Omega was hurt, slipping from him and Phil’s hands were getting rope burns from his grasp on the rope holding Dan to him.

As Dan walked away, towards the black SUV parked in the plaza parking lot where Beth was standing and talking with him, Phil knew that he needed to do something about his feelings with Devon. Were they still there? Were they almost gone? Why was Phil acting like this when thinking of Devon but being around Devon made him repulsed?

He turned around to Ashlee and Louise who both just looked down at their plates, not speaking. And he knew exactly what he needed to do. If he was ever going to mate Dan and be with Dan, he had to have closure with Devon. And there was only one way he was going to get it.

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Hallaaa! Are there any new humor fics you enjoyed and can recommend? Thanks a lot

Hello lovely!

I know this has been sitting in our inbox for ages and I sincerely apologize for that, but hopefully this ‘little’ humor rec list will be enough to guide you over the draught before our proper Christmas masterpost!

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It Only Takes a Taste (When You Know It’s Good) by shakespeareandsunshineSummary: It would be bad enough if it was just some mystery coworker stealing meals from the office fridge. Then Isak could hate their anonymous ass in peace. But no, Isak has a very good idea who the culprit is. And seeing the villain in the breakroom every day, smiling at Isak like he has nothing to apologize for was testing Isak’s very limited patience. And also probably his self-control, although for an entirely different reason. 

TOW The Blackout by bri_nessSummary: “I’m stuck in an elevator with Hot Neighbour.”

the one where even is extra by bbyfruitSummary: In which Even tries way too hard, Isak is just trying to deliver some damn pizza, and the Balloon squad are best bros.

dear, don’t you be nervous by chasingflowerSummary: Sometimes, Isak wishes he could just keep his mouth shut. It would solve a lot of his problems. (Or, Isak tells Eskild that he’s dating Even, the boy he likes, but hasn’t said any more than ten words to. It’s not the best situation.)

it’s kind of a funny story by dobriksSummary: “This is so weird” the guy said in an apologetic tone, “But– I, hm, can I use your bathroom?” “What?”

Come and paint the world with me tonight by LostInAdmirationSummary: “If he had been smart and sober enough to say no, he wouldn’t be stood in a church he definitely shouldn’t be in, wearing a suit that was far too tight and a rainbow coloured bow-tie.”

Got You Carved Into My Soul by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: “Isak, babe. This is me. This is the costume that speaks to my soul.”

Let’s Let Things Come Out Of The Woodwork by ultimatelawrenceSummary: Okay so maybe Even’s crush is becoming obsessive. Maybe he’s asked around a bit too much about Isak Valtersen. Maybe he shouldn’t be going to parties he has no real interest in every weekend just so he can look at Isak from afar. Maybe Isak shouldn’t be so damn cute then.

The Worst Soulmate by kaleidxscopeSummary: soulmate /ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ noun: 1. a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. * Well, Isak hates his.

just a silly phase by thekardemommeSummary: Isak and Even don’t like each other. (Also: Isak and Even play 7 Minutes in Heaven.) Time heals all wounds.

I’m Always Here by nofeartinaSummary: “Did you know that Even is working this summer? At that pool at the Plaza?” Jonas says.Isak actually sits up in excitement at this. “Fuck yeah!” Oh, a pool. Actual water they could go swimming in and cool down. And also, Even.

you’re the glitter in the dark by piccadillySummary: Isak is a witch. The universe wants Even to find out. Or, five times Isak almost revealed his magic, and the one time Even revealed his.

S-P-A-C-E by PingviiniSummary: “What on earth is this, Isak!” Eskild shouts through the music as he steals Isak’s phone from his hands making the young man in question jump. “I leave you for two seconds and you are already giving in. No. Shame on you. You hold your head, baby gay. We are sad and angry so he is blacklisted for the night.” Isak tries to reach for his phone intending to give a piece of his mind to Even but is unsuccessful as Eskild fights Isak like his life depends on it and ends up shoving the Iphone somewhere he knows Isak won’t dare to take it. “Serr?!” Isak gasps as Eskild slips the phone to his boxers and then shrugs his shoulders innocently to inform Isak that he had basically begged for it, so ultimately it was Isak’s own fault his phone was now in Eskild’s boxers.

I Ducking Love You by wyoheartsmusicSummary: “MISSED CONNECTION - You were the boy sitting on this park bench, I was the guy fighting a duck for my pants and losing.” * Or, Even has a disagreement with a duck and Isak and Even fall in love along the way.

And straight on ‘til morning by diamondjacketSummary: He’s searching the lineup for a glimpse of an Andorian’s telltale blue skin, when someone else catches his eye. Someone whose skin is decidedly not blue. No…this guy’s skin is pale, with a delicate pink pallor that matches Even’s own. His hair is equally soft-looking and fair, his mouth wet and red and bow-shaped, his eyes a deep, earthy green. He’s tall—nearly as tall as Even—and he’s lean, though he fills out his Science blues rather…enticingly. He’s beautiful.

Something Wicked by SabeleySummary: Attention residents: This Halloween will be one to die for. For the next four weeks, Nissen Hall will be taking part in a role-play murder mystery extravaganza. Do you think you can figure out whodunnit before time runs out? Or will you be the next to die? All interested victims can sign up below. * Or the one where Isak and Even are each convinced the other is a fake murderer, but they are for real turned on by it anyways.

pool full of liquor by thekardemommeSummary: Isak gets drunk and runs away from his friends, and Even seizes the opportunity to be his knight in shining armor. May as well be Shakespeare.

Us, but we’re… by TeatrolleySummary: “You think we do this in every universe?” he whispers, and Even looks down at him to smile.“Yeah,” he says, “I think in one of them we meet in this way,” and just like that it’s begun. * Or: Even tells Isak stories.

Into the Night, With You by cuteandtwistedSummary: “I know it sounds dumb. But I didn’t go to a foreign country, and I didn’t have a wild summer romance with some hot stranger, and I don’t even think I went swimming or clubbing. I just sat here and felt like shit all summer,” said Isak. “Uhm. Let’s fix that.” * Or: a drunk Isak runs into a strange boy with perfect hair who insists on fixing his boring summer in one night. Alternatively: Even spots a drunk Isak and simply MUST take care of him. Aka the Strangers to Lovers one-shot.

Under the Mistletoe by evak1isakSummary: Isak has a crush on Eva’s best friend, Even, but he’s too stubborn to recognize it. With Christmas coming, Eva has a plan to set the two boys up.

& If that’s not enough, here is our Humor tag with some older recs!

Have a nice day ♥

–A

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Chapter 10: Head on Collision 

Chapter Log!

Driving down the road it was hard to tell if the vibrations in my hands were coming from the memory I’d had earlier, or from the steering wheel. the moment kept replaying over and over in my head from the second it ended. And still as I drove through the center of my small dead-end town. It’d left me shaking, startled, and even more confused than I’d been before. Not once did any of the other memories, or even Alex in present time as much as hint that we’d ever been something more than friends. Once I’d cleaned up the mess and discarded the totally unsalvageable mug in the garbage, I’d somehow managed to pour a cup of coffee into a fresh mug and retreat back to my father. I asked him almost instantly upon entering his office if I’d been involved with anyone before - being careful to leave any and all names from my question. But he wasn’t much help. He just looked at me with this sort of pointed glaze to his stare. Like he had something to say but was still debating on whether on not to say it.

So of course, I prodded, wanting any possible information to help try and explain whatever the Hell it was I’d just envisioned. “What is it?” A hefty sigh fell from his mustache, “I’m not totally certain if it’s my place, seeing as you were never really one to want to sit down with me and talk about your feelings.” he chuckled softly and rubbed at his sparse grey brow. “But I always had a feeling you and Alex would end up together at some point or another.” All I could do was nod, the heat in my stomach from before swirled up to my cheeks and I'd hung my head in hopes to hide it from my father. Scratching my arm, “But we never did, right?” “No,” He laughed shaking his head and leaning back in his black office chair. “You were always too consumed in living life to bother with boys, at least that's what you’d always said to me.” “Yeah, that, that sounds about right.” I uttered to myself. Not even trying to conceal the sigh of relief that had escaped me, running a hand through my short hair. He'd asked me after if that was all I wanted to know, explaining he'd love to chat more once he'd gotten his last bit of work done. And I took that as cue to lift myself up from the couch, saying that was all. "Alright, well, let me know if you need anything." Was the last thing he said, before swiveling back around. I patted my way towards the door, feet sinking into the plush carpet as I walked. Unsatisfied with the answers I'd gotten from the whole ordeal. All I really needed and wanted to know was what that last memory actually meant. Both to me those years ago, and to me now in my memoryless state. Sometime later I couldn't take it anymore, the sitting around and contemplating a kiss I hardly remembered and had no context to understanding. It drove me insane. Before I knew it, I was back in my car, driving aimlessly around town in search for something, but with no real set destination. It didn't really make sense if I'd thought about it. Thinking in my car was no different than staring blankly at my hands on the couch. But I'd been actively choosing to ignore that and just kept on driving. Just praying I'd find somewhere to go before my gas tank ran low. A strangled sigh ripped through me as I pulled past an intersection. I felt my hands start to turn the wheel with no warning, my mind having a plan of its own. I pulled into a small four building plaza and parked my car. For it being the middle of the day, I saw very few vehicles aside from my own in the lot as I clambered out and looked around. I spotted a small convince store off in the far corner, a local bank, a pizza shop and right in front of where I'd parked my car was an old run-down record store. Trax on Wax it was labeled, on a faded back lit sign. And as I drew closer to it I could see a very small handful of people inside through the large glass windows. The sound of Duran Duran's, Girls on Film softly spilled from the propped open doorway that was guarded by nothing more than a string, beaded curtain. The neon open sign flashed by me in the window at the entry as I made my way into the dimly lit store. A small ding rang through the room from the sensor drilled into the floor. The soft music flowing through the speakers, the stale dusty scent in the air and rough wire carpet under my sneakers almost instantly took me back to the very first time I'd found myself in that music shop. It was October 5th, 2002. And I'd set out on foot bright and early that morning, the first day I didn't have school and was able to finally execute my long-anticipated plan. I was one of very few people inside Trax on Wax that morning, and I made bisque movements through the aisles, searching for the small section that would hold exactly what I'd come in looking for. 'Punk/Pop Rock' was scrawled in sharpie on a flimsy piece of paper peeking out between CD cases. But when my eyes fell on those few words, it could have been written upside down, backwards and six ways from Sunday for all I cared. Lively blue eyes quickly began running over the casings of every CD my sight could reach. Widening slightly every time I spotted one I'd silently been pining for. Only to shrink again once I'd remember the point of my mission. The rather redundant cycle repeated over and over again. My fourteen-year-old self slowly growing more and more irritated with every second that passed when I didn't find what I'd been searching for. Until I did. With precise caution, I pulled the slick case from its secure spot in the row, staring down in complete and utter amazement. It's beautifully pristine shell was still wrapped in crinkly plastic which gave it an even shinier appeal. Anyone watching on probably would have thought that at any second my eyes would pop out of my head and my tongue would unravel like some slobbery dog's. Just staring at it in awe, taking in its sharp black edges, and the vibrant shades of yellow, red and green in the album art. It was Good Charlotte's new album, The Young and the Hopeless. And it was perfect. I'd saved up for weeks to get this once it released, waiting in anticipation, mowing neighbor's lawns, walking their dogs, even scrounging through the couch cushions for change. Just to make sure I'd be able to buy it when that day came. I'd bounced my leg through every class that entire week just waiting for Saturday to roll around and I'd finally be able to walk there in day light to get it. And now I was finally holding it in all its glory. You would have thought I was seeing Disney World for the very first time as I didn’t skip a beat to shove my hand in my pocket and fetch the crinkled cash I'd collected. Only when I did, all that brushed the tips of my fingers were loose coins and a few gum wrappers. My stomach all but sank to the soles of my shoes, face growing red and breath growing shallow. "No, no, no, this is not happening." I muttered only to myself as I put the CD down and frantically shoved my hands in every pocket and crevice in my outfit. Front pockets, back pockets, hoodie pocket, even that small useless one on the front of jeans. But nothing came up. Bankrupt. I looked back at the CD again, slowly picking it up as panic filled my eyes. I needed that CD. There was not a chance in Hell I was leaving there without it. So, I thought quick on my feet, regardless of how morally wrong it would be. Or how long I knew my conscious would be tainted with guilt. My palms were sweating and my knees were shaking and I couldn’t stop my eyes from bouncing around the shop. But I slowly started to snake through the aisles, clutching the disk close to me. I rounded a corner, and when no one could see me I slid the CD into the pocket of my hoodie, sighing loudly and making a casual break for the door. I was a few feet from it, a guilty victory in sight. I was so close to being home free with my dream CD when something stopped me. Someone stopped me. And oh, how badly did I wish in that moment the angel on my shoulder suddenly sounded like a teenage boy. "You're not actually planning on stealing that, are you?" It called, and I quite literally looked to my shoulder. Cringing to my core when I didn’t see a small version of me dressed in white with wings staring back at me. Slowly, I turned around, knowing instantly my cover would be blown once the accuser saw my bright red cheeks and sweat dropped forehead. Never before in my entire life had I stolen anything, and I hadn't been planning too! I'd saved up enough money, I'd just forgotten it and made a stupid, stupid mistake. But it was too late for excuses like that. Down at the end of the aisle a tall boy with a scruffy face and broad shoulders stood with arms crossed. A thick black brow raised at me all too knowingly. And instantly my mouth fell open, indescribable and incoherent mumbles and stutters falling out of it as I tried to think of anything to say to get out of this. I was not good under pressure, and certainly not with angered eyes boring down on me. I started to round up words that might begin to form an apology, my hand reaching for the pouch of my hoodie when something else grabbed it. Well, someone else that is. "Of course, she's not!" A much different voice jumped in, a younger, lighter one. "I told her to pick out anything she wants, on me!" Now even I thought my eyes were going to burst from my skull as I snapped my head over to see a small girl about my age grinning widely back at the individual who'd just caught me. I stared at her for a moment, both shocked and confused trying to pull anything from her appearance to figure who she was or why she was saving my ass right then. She looked strikingly familiar for a reason I couldn't quite pin down. Her long brown hair that resembled mine in color cascaded down her shoulders to the crooks of her elbows in soft, slept in waves. Her tanned boney hand clutching my wrist showed off her chipped pink nail polish, I'd known I'd seen before. But still my mind was coming up blank. "You know her?" The boy asked, breaking me from my scattered thoughts with the very question I'd been asking myself. And I watched with blown eyes as she nodded ferociously. "I have friends you don't know about, Micah." She said, almost picking fun at the boy as I looked back over at him. His arms still crossed and a doubtful expression adorning his rough face. "How do you know her?" He groveled, shifting on his feet. "We have English together!" She said, and things slowly started to piece together how I shockingly really did know this girl. Even though I wouldn’t say being assigned to sit next to one another qualified us as friends. I certainly wasn't about to argue with the girl. "She's friends with Gaskarth's crew!" At this my eyebrows perked up, as did the boy who I assumed to go by Micah's when I turned my head back around to see him staring at me now. Slightly softer look in his charcoal eyes. "You know Alex?" I nodded at the sound of the familiar name. Because on the same standards as saying this girl is my friend because we had just one class together; Alex and I were suddenly elevated from acquaintances to the best of friends anyone has ever seen. And that seemed to be enough for the boy to drop his arms with a sigh of defeat, turning to the other girl once again. "Michelle, are you really paying for her?" He asked, scratching the side of his head. The girl nodded. Quickly she dropped my arm to fish a balled-up wad of ones and fives from her pocket, holding it up to the boy. Something that only made him sigh yet again. "Mom gave you that to last the rest of the week!" She smiled widely again, throwing her arm causally around my shoulders and tugging me into some form of a side hug. "Well, I want to spend it on my friend here!" She argued, "Her birthday is coming up!" Micah huffed a breath and shook his head, but still advanced towards us to snatch the money from the girl's hand. "Don’t tell mom I let you do this." He warned, letting his eyes linger across her face for a moment before they traveled to mine. "It was nice to meet you." He breathed before turning his back and walking towards the back of the shop. "Oh, dear God." I sighed loudly as I weaved my way out from under the girl's arm and turned to her with a gracious smile. "Thank you so much, you really saved my ass right there, I've never tried to do anything like that before, I swear it's so unlike-" "Oh, don’t sweat it!" She instantly cut me off, waving a hand as she smiled and bounced on her toes. "People try and swipe shit from here all the time, but it's not every day I make a friend out of it! I'm Michelle by the way, Michelle Juubie. I don’t know if I've ever actually introduced myself to you in class." "You hadn't," I smiled at her, shaking the hand she put out to me. "Murphy, Kennedy Murphy." "Very James Bond of you!" She smirked, grabbing my elbow and dragging me off into an aisle before she pulled me close. "Also, just for reference if you're going to steal anything again you'll have to do a much better job at it!" She whispered, and I was about to attempt to explain again how I'd never intended to steal it in the first place, but she never gave me the chance. "It's all about the eyes." She told me, "The key is to scan the merchandise with one hand, and without looking over, pocket something with the other." "Uh, thanks?" I chuckled. Watching as she pulled a small tape deck from her own hoodie pocket that I genuinely didn't see her swipe and slide it back into its spot. "Wow, that's impressive? Concerning? I don't really know how to take that!" She giggled, "I think I like you already, we're going to be great best friends!" I laughed at the petite brunette who'd gone back to aimlessly scanning the tape decks and smiled. "Then you should probably know now my birthday is in April." "Well good thing I already know what not to get you!" Blinking away the tears that had slowly begun to form in my eyes, I looked down and noticed the display of tape decks I'd somehow wandered my way over to. Smiling, almost laughing really at the thought of the girl I'd just remembered. I didn’t quite know her yet in this new state of mind, but I knew I would like her as greatly as I had back then. I just had a feeling. "Not trying to steal from us, again are we?" A voice suddenly called me from my thoughts, pulling my attention over my shoulder where I saw her. Sat up on the counter top just beyond a display rack. I watched her flop down from it onto the floor and make her way towards me. "You still owe me that fifteen dollars from the first time you tried." It was like a vision from a dream almost as she sauntered down the aisle with a smile. Dressed now in denim shorts and a faded tee. But to me it hardly looked like she'd aged even a day. Her dark eyes were still as large as they'd always been, smile just as big, and hair just as long and wavy as I'd pictured moments before. And just like that, it hit me. Like a car crash, a head on collision. It hit me that I knew the girl stepping up beside me, looking into my eyes with a knowing, pressing gaze behind them. I knew her, but not like I knew Jack, or Zack, or even Alex really. I didn't just know that I knew her in some stage of my life. I remembered her. I remembered everything about her, about us, about our friendship that had blossomed like flowers in the spring that first day I walked into this store. I remembered every English class after that, sitting with her, passing notes and making jokes which had us laughing so loud more often than not we'd be scolded. I remembered sitting up in this store for hours on end harassing her brother Micah as he tried to work. I remembered Micah, I remembered him constantly teasing me for the poor excuse for a thief I'd been. I remembered having to fake my birthday to him every October just to keep our little act up. I remembered long school lunches, and winter breaks making dirty versions of snowmen with her and the guys. I remembered road trips in the fall, and beach days in the summer. I remembered all the times we'd laughed so hard to mindless television we'd be crying clutching our sides. I even remembered breaking into the principal's office and changing the diploma order just so we could sit beside one another on graduation day. I remembered everything. Like a storm in the summer, the flood of events vanished almost as quickly as it'd came and I was left standing there, heavy in the head from everything I now had crammed inside it. Just stuck, staring back at this girl watching me intently as tears began to brim in my eyes. "JuJuBee?" I practically whispered, a single tear escaping me and sliding down my cheek. And I couldn't even begin to tell you how big her smile got in the split second between her going from standing there worried, to throwing her arms around me. Sobbing now herself, she clung to my frail frame so tight I really did believe she thought if she let go I'd slip away. "Oh, Tweedle Dee!" She sobbed, her pet name for me ringing true, just as ridiculous as it'd always been. "I missed you!" "I missed you too..." I murmured, crying happy tears now at the fact that I could finally say that to someone, and know exactly what it was I'd been missing.

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Mamma Mia! We finally made it to Greece

With my favorite ladies!

Alternative name: Ryan takes selfies with food

As our time in Amsterdam is winding down, my lovely mother finally got her bum in gear and booked her trip to come visit. I put a lot of time and care into planning this trip, because we haven’t been looking forward to it for the past two years-- we’ve been looking forward to it for closer to 20! My mom and I have had Greece on our bucket list for as long as I can remember, and my living in Europe made for the perfect opportunity.

My last day at work was the Monday following our anniversary trip to Edinburgh, so I didn’t have a whole lot of time to prepare before picking her up from the airport Tuesday morning. For some damn reason, she decided to arrive on literally the hottest day I’ve experienced since moving here myself. Seriously, heat records were broken for the last week of May. So - we grabbed some iced tea from Starbucks (the only place in Europe you can GET iced tea the way we like it) and hopped on the train.

Ryan worked from home that day, so once we dropped her luggage off, the three of us ventured up to the Foodhallen, which is, you guessed it, a food hall with stalls serving up different types of street food. While we generally don’t advocate eating traditional Dutch food, we do always try to make sure everyone gets at least a taste. The easiest way to do this is to order bitterballen, which I lovingly like to describe as ‘fried balls of gravy’. I think they’re disgusting, but I’ve received mixed opinions from my guests. Ryan enjoys them, but never seems to order them for himself. I don’t think mom was terribly impressed-- I’d show you the photo of her digging in, but then I’d have to give up my American citizenship and never return home, for fear she might murder me.

Ryan returned to work while mom and I wandered up through a neighborhood called the ‘Jordaan’ which is full of cute shops and great for people watching. After showing her the Anne Frank house (from the outside- the line was way too long to go inside) and buying a few charms for our charm bracelets, we hopped on the tram home to relax for a bit. I took her to dinner at my favorite neighborhood pizza place before calling it a night.

The next morning we took the train to Haarlem, one of my favorite little towns just outside of Amsterdam. We grabbed brunch at one of my favorite spots, then took a stroll to see one of the last remaining windmills in the area. We had some lemonade and shared a piece of carrot cake at my favorite tea shop (too hot for tea, and they don’t do iced!). I bought the biggest bag of loose leaf of my favorite blend they had, and we hopped back on the train to Amsterdam. Ryan met us for dinner at a delicious Kansas City BBQ joint we’ve come to love before heading in. 

Thursday we went to the Van Gogh museum, where there was a special exhibit displaying his Japanese-inspired paintings. Of course we had to make the other typical Dutch food stops, where we hit up Ryan’s favorite fry place, a deliciously Instagram and Pinterest-famous chocolate cookie shop, and finally, a bakery specializing in everyone’s favorite Dutch treat, the Stroopwafel!

Here is mom’s impression of Amsterdam, in her own words: 

Finally! I made it to Amsterdam! First impression - it’s very hot and humid! That impression didn’t change except when it was raining. I loved the rain! Being as I was only there a very short time, we ran around from place to place to see as much as I could without spending too much time in any one place. The first night we ate at a marketplace where you could get about any food type you desired. I had my first taste of bitterballen. Was very good but basically deep fried gravy and one was enough for me. Mariah and I took most of the next day and traveled to Haarlem. Adorable little town, sort of a miniature Amsterdam. Many cute stores and a great little tea shop. That evening we had authentic Kansas City BBQ. Delicious!

We went to the museum plaza where there was an exhibition of miniature canal houses done in Delft. They were wonderful! We visited the Van Gogh museum. Was a great museum but honestly think I was suffering from heat exhaustion and didn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. There are many museums on the plaza and I would love to explore more of them someday. Things of note in Amsterdam are the beautiful parks, the superb public transportation and of course the architecture. It is a very old city and the buildings are amazing. The architecture was probably my favorite thing about the city. Also noteworthy are the millions of bicycles ridden by all ages, shapes and sizes, all day long as well as the very small garden plots in front of nearly every home and window boxes adorning most windows on all floors. 

On my last night in Amsterdam (a trip to Greece in-between) Mariah and I stayed in a very nice boutique hotel named The Muse. Was a great last night and I left the next morning after a great breakfast prepared by friends Scott and Ashley. They are very special people and it is easy to understand why Mariah and Ryan have become such great friends with them. Knowing I would see Mariah and Ryan in six weeks made it easier to go...

Finally time to head to Greece, we made a final round through our apartment, as we had actually ended our lease and were due to move out that day! As much as Amsterdam will be missed, that place absolutely will not, so we bid it good riddance and made for the airport!

We landed in Santorini at about 9 in the evening, and were lucky that my Aunt Karen had arrived a few hours earlier and was able to check into our rental, which was in the village of Perissa. We dropped our stuff off and immediately made our way to the dive across the street for some late-night dinner. We had gyro, dolmas (my favorite!) pita and tzatziki and we were in heaven!

Made it!

Oh Greek food, how I love you!

Friday morning we had some Greek pastries for breakfast and headed to the Excavations of Akrotiri, which were supposed to be some great ancient ruins but turned out to be the biggest waste of money on the trip. The site was unfortunately very disappointing. No matter, the site was right on the beach, so we walked down to the coast and hiked up and over to the Red Beach, aptly named for the color of its sand/rocks. We weren’t prepared for a true beach day, so we just admired for a bit, took a few photos and headed over to Fira for some lunch.

Some rather disappointing ruins. Good thing we’re cute! 

The beautiful red sand beach

Mom and Karen hung out while Ryan and I took on the popular hike from Fira to Oia. It was absolutely stunning - the perfect mix of hills and ridges along the coast where we passed every #dreamgoals resort you can possibly dream up. We arrived in Oia just before sunset, where we sat and watched it go down on a rooftop sangria bar. We grabbed dinner then met up with Mom and Karen, who had spent our hiking time exploring Oia. We took advantage of our apartment’s private jacuzzi then hit the hay.

Hiking through paradise! (Prepping my new hiking boots for the imminent Trolltunga)

We slept in a bit on Saturday before walking down to the black sand beach. I had booked our specific apartment in Perissa because of its proximity to the best beach on Santorini. It was still about a 15 minute trek down, but it was 100% worth it. We grabbed brunch at a beachside cafe before walking about 100 feet through the sand and plopping down on some shaded beach lounges and ordering fresh fruit smoothies. We enjoyed our drinks by the sea then mom and I decided it was time to take a dip. What is nice about this beach is that the black sand is actually small pebble, which makes it much easier to stand on and brush off (though we did manage to trek plenty back to our apartment) and makes for very clear water, because it doesn’t get picked up in the current like typical beach sand does. While mom tried very hard to get me to let her stay there forever, we eventually decided we’d had enough sun and headed in. Ryan was nice enough to walk back and grab the rental car for us, so we were chauffeured back to our apartment for showers and a nap.

Mom and Karen stayed in the rest of the evening while Ryan and I went to a tasting at a local winery. The winery sat at the top of a hill overlooking the sea, but after a full day of sun, we decided we had better sit inside in the shade. The wine was great, some better than others. The entertainment, however, was provided by a crabby old man at the bar directly behind our table. Fortunately Ryan was able to sneak a photo of him in action.

Old man: ‘Can I have a mimosa?’

Bartender: *blank stare*

Old man: ‘Do you know what a mimosa is? In America we have mimosas!’

Bartender: ‘Like the flower?’

Old man: ‘Like the drink’

Bartender: ‘Ok, sir, where are you sitting? I will send the waiter over for your order.’

Old man: ‘I don’t have a table. I’ve already eaten and paid. I just want to wash everything down with a mimosa.’

Bartender: ‘Ok sir. What do you want?’

Old man: ‘Orange juice and champagne. Do you have orange juice and champagne? Just give me a glass of orange juice and a glass of champagne. I will make it myself!’

Bartender: *pours a flute of champagne and asks him hesitantly if he also wants a glass of orange juice before pouring a second flute and charging him for each separate drink. The old man pays and the bartender peaces out before she has to endure any more attacks.*

Old man: *proceeds to chug half of each flute before pouring the OJ into the champagne*

While the conversation took a solid five minutes, it took less than 20 seconds for the guy to down his drink and walk out of the winery once the bartender poured his two glasses. Was it really worth the trouble, man?

Anyways, we enjoyed our wine, headed to dinner and called it a night.

DIY mimosa guy

Eww, octopus

Sunday morning it was time to leave Santorini already. We booked a ferry to Mykonos, the second island of our trip. If Santorini is heaven, I don’t know what Mykonos is, but I could stay there forever. The views from our apartment were unbeatable, and we had an infinity pool and bar just outside our door. We decided to stay close to home that evening, but walked over to a nearby Indian spot for dinner. Ryan only recently got me to start enjoying Indian food, and I think it was mom’s first time ever. Regardless, it was delicious-- so delicious we went back the next night to grab takeout!

Leaving Santorini

The new view isn’t so bad

Back at the apartment mom and Karen took a quick dip in the pool, but I was a weenie and just dipped my toes in (Ryan grabbed a G&T and went up to sit on the rooftop patio).

We slept in again then sought out brunch. I had a life-changing acai bowl that I can’t stop thinking about nearly a month later, then we headed down into the main old town. The day was spent exploring the winding pathways of the city, taking way too many photos of the beautiful buildings, and stopping in all the local shops. Mykonos is known for its windmills, which are much different from those I’ve become accustomed to here in the Netherlands. Ryan and I spent a few hours lounging around back at the pool before grabbing that second helping of Indian for the whole crew.

Apparently too excited to bother rubbing in all of my sunscreen...

A quick tea and smoothie stop

Not a bad way to end the day

The island of Delos was our main activity for the following day. We hopped on a ferry to check out the supposed birthplace of Artemis and Apollo. While it was ridiculously hot, these ancient ruins were far more interesting and well-preserved than the ones in Santorini. Back on the main (is)land, we grabbed lunch at a small Italian spot before an afternoon nap. Ryan and I journeyed out for another date night, this time walking (hiking) along the coast to a small family-owned restaurant on the other side of the island. We managed to arrive in one piece, where I had delicious salmon (chicken for Ryan) on the beach.

Our hike back was slightly less treacherous, as at least we knew the way, but we did receive a small surprise in the form of a wild hedgehog in our path! I can’t believe I didn’t take a photo now that I think about it. He was quite calm and friendly, we just had to step around him in his little ball and keep going. We grabbed some gyro from the snack bar on the beach for mom and Karen and headed in for the night.

The next day it was time to hit the beach one last time. Our apartment was right next to one of the main beaches on the island but it was a serious hike to get down there. Mykonos is known as the party island of Greece, so the earlier in the morning you go, the less likely you are to have your ears assaulted with EDM and/or 90s rap. On the flipside, This is when all the 50+ folk decide it’s time to get their tan on, in the nude. Sweet baby Jesus. Actually it really wasn’t an issue, after the initial shock of old bronze fat man bits.

It was even harder to pull mom out of the water this time around, but after some solid fun in the sun we had to head back in order to take Karen to the airport. Unfortunately she had to head home a day earlier than the rest of us. We grabbed lunch at the ‘El Burro’ cafe and said goodbye. The three of us then went back into the old town to do some final shopping - mom wanted some souvenirs to bring home and I had some jewelry I wanted a second look at. The next morning it was our turn to head out, but not before one more go at that life-changing acai bowl.

Clearly I have nothing but praise for Greece, and I think perhaps mom feels the same:

On to Greece! Top of my bucket list knocked off. Greece was everything I have ever imagined it would be. We spent several days on the island of Santorini. My sister Karen met up with us for this leg of my trip. The black beach will always be my favorite memory. Karen’s as well for a much different reason. The sand was a beautiful black. We had a lovely room with our own hot tub and private patio. Across the street was a dive restaurant that had the best Greek food. We ate there several times. The old town of Santorini was great for shopping and the bougainvillea was everywhere and absolutely gorgeous. We visited some ruins which I would not recommend to anyone but still somewhat interesting. We visited the towns of Fira and Oia. Wonderful shopping and great restaurants. Oia has one of the most beautiful sunsets in the world.

We then took a ferry to Mykonos and had another great room with a fabulous view of the sea. Little did I know but Mykonos is known as the party island and they partied at the island’s biggest Disco right down the hill from us all night long. Very loud and you could feel the energy. Once in our room you couldn’t hear the music so all was well. There was a great Indian restaurant near our place, so good we ate there twice. Paradise Beach is amazing. The water so clear, you can see little fishies swimming all around you. Apparently all the beaches in Greece are clothing optional but as long as they didn’t expect to see me without clothing it was no big deal. The roads are narrow and people drive crazy like I have never seen before. Lucky for us, Ryan did all the driving and I just didn’t look! We took a ferry, a very fast ferry, out to Delos to see the ruins of the Gods’ homes. I would recommend seeing the ruins there as well as the museum. As there was no shade and really hot, Karen and I spent most of our time in the museum while Mariah and Ryan trucked around the whole island. I’m sure I missed a lot - but the heat! I could go on and on but I could never explain how beautiful it was and just how much it meant to me to be able to go, and with such great company!

Once we arrived back in Amsterdam, I had about 24 hours to show mom anything else I deemed worthy before sending her back home. Having moved out of our apartment the week prior, mom and I got a hotel for the night while Ryan stayed with our friends Scott and Ashley. We went to the Albert Cuypmarket, which is a popular street market in the De Pijp neighborhood Not having enough time to make it over to Vondelpark, we settled for a stroll through the much smaller but also lovely Sarphatipark. We had a reservation for dinner at one of our favorite burger places, Cannibal Royale, so we took our time in meeting Ryan, Scott and Ashley there by walking by one of the red light streets--I couldn’t let mom leave Amsterdam without that experience!

Ashley was kind enough to have breakfast ready for us the next morning, so we all enjoyed a bit of time on their patio before sending mom off. Ryan and Scott were also heading to the airport, as they had a guys’ trip to Copenhagen planned for the weekend. They took good care of her, getting her to the airport and all checked in.

This trip was absolutely one for the books for a number of reasons. First of all, it was quite the task convincing mom to finally get her passport. Traveling can be scary, so I’m proud of her for finally taking the plunge! Greece has been at the top of my bucket list for as long as I can remember, and it truly did not disappoint. There are a lot of placed I’d love to visit and even revisit, but Greece was indisputably the most beautiful, wonderful, fun place I’ve ever been. Good thing there are about 100 (or so) more Greek Islands I can check out!

Leaving you with a few final photos of Santorini and Mykonos

Opa and tot ziens!

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