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babyjamiebarnes · 3 years

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Build-A-Bear

Part Three

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, Morgan, various characters in other chapters

Warnings: language, sexual innuendos and implications

Chapter Summary: Reader has dinner with her family and gets grilled even harder than her food. But she’s turned to a light simmer when Bucky takes her out for their first date.

Author’s Note: This chapter is fucking monstrous lol. I did not expect it to be this long so it might be a couple extra days before the next chapter so I can catch up! I’m also not sure if my Italian is accurate so I apologize in advance. I used to work for a man named Gennaro from Naples and he called me “bella” so hopefully I’m sort of right? If you like the story so far, feel free to buy me a coffee!

Part One • Part Two

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Dinner that night was tense, to say the least. It was nice to have your dad, step-mom, sister, and uncles Happy and Rhodey over again, but your dad wasn’t quick to forget what he saw earlier.

“What was that with Barnes today?” Tony asked as you all sat around the dining room table in your midtown flat, poking away at the remnants of your meals.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

Your dad just gave you an incredulous look. “You know what I mean.”

You sighed and avoided meeting his eyes. “I was just working on his arm, dad. I didn’t wanna make him lie down on a hard lab table while I poked around to do what you wanted and quiet his arm,” you explained.

“Wait, Barnes as in Bucky Barnes?” Uncle Rhodey clarified.

“Yeah,” your dad confirmed, not taking his eyes off of you. “I found her kneeling between his legs while he sat shirtless on the couch.”

“You’re sleeping with Bucky?!” Rhodey asked.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone!” you defended, dropping your fork onto your plate. “I’ve known him for a month.”

“That’s never stopped your father,” Pepper mumbled under her breath, making you huff out a laugh despite your current grilling.

“Listen, when I said ‘no fraternizing with coworkers,’ I meant it,” your dad said.

“Please stop saying ‘fraternizing.’ It’s weird.”

Tony sighed and crossed his arms. “No ‘slumber parties’ with coworkers,” he rephrased.

This made Morgan perk up in her seat, having spent the past couple minutes confusedly watching you and your dad bicker.

“Can we have a slumber party, [Y/N]?” she asked.

“Yes, honey, we can have a slumber party,” you responded.

“Tonight?” she continued.

At this, you pointedly looked at your dad and raised your eyebrows as a way of saying ‘are we done now?’ You could tell he didn’t want to end the conversation, but you were grateful for the sudden change of topic. Tony uncrossed his arms and leaned against the table as he replied to your sister.

“If your big sister says it’s okay, you can have a slumber party tonight.”

Morgan lit up like the Fourth of July, quickly listing off all the movies she wanted to watch even though you knew she’d fall asleep halfway through the first movie.

As your family packed up to leave, leaving Morgan since she had a drawer of clothes for the impromptu sleepovers you’ve had before, you calmed your racing heart before saying the words that would either make your father more suspicious or completely quash his suspicions.

“You’ll have to pick her up by four tomorrow. I have a date.”

All of the adults turned to face you. Pepper had a huge smile on her face, clearly excited for you, but your dad and Rhodey looked ready to fight. Happy looked curious, maybe even worried, but he played a big role in raising you so while Tony was the overprotective parent, Happy was the comforting parent (not that he’d ever let anyone know that).

“A date?” The tone of your dad’s voice made you roll your eyes at him.

“I’m a grown woman. I’m allowed to go on dates.”

Your dad let out a quiet harumph at that, but understood where you were coming from. “I know, sweetheart. Forgive me for being a bit overprotective of my little girl.”

“I get it. I appreciate your concern,” you said with a smile, “but this is good for me. You want grandkids eventually, right?”

“Oh god,” your dad groaned, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m not old enough to be a grandpa but I’m old enough to have a heart attack at the mention of it.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“So what’s this person’s name?” Pepper piped up. You visibly tensed and internally panicked. You couldn’t just admit it was Bucky after denying anything there. But his name was technically pretty common...

“His name is James.”

Rhodey snapped his fingers and pointed at you as he said, “I like him already.”

‘Yeah, sure you do,’ you thought. The sight of your dad narrowing his eyes at you and crossing his arms as he stood in the entryway of your apartment made you nervous. Maybe James wasn’t good enough to get him off your trail (probably because he was right).

“How did you meet this guy?” Tony asked.

If anyone else had asked, you would’ve said ‘work,’ but that’s the last place you could say to your dad — with whom you worked.

“Uhh, at the grocery store. We accidentally followed each other and got a lot of the same food so he jokingly accused me of stalking him and we just hit it off,” you rattled off. It’s a good thing he didn’t know how your friend Monique met her girlfriend or he’d know you were lying.

“That’s so cute,” Pepper cooed. She was definitely the more relaxed of your parents, possibly because she wasn’t your biological mom. She had been raising you since you were ten though, so she played a big part in your upbringing.

“Text me his last name so I can run a background check,” your dad said. You’d love to think he was joking, but you knew he was serious.

And as much as you knew you’d regret it, you had to make a joke…

“His last name is Barnes,” you said, keeping your face as serious as possible. “James Barnes. I actually know his middle name too: Buchanan.”

“[Y/N] [Y/M/N] [Y/L/N], you better be joking right now,” Tony said. He was already getting red in the face, clearly unenthused at the prospect of you dating the man who, admittedly, killed his parents — your grandparents. Yeah, understandable.

“I’m obviously kidding,” you said, forcing a laugh. “It’s just funny that they have the same first name and you’re so anti-Bucky.”

“You’re gonna send me to an early grave,” he muttered. “I’m going home before I actually have a heart attack.”

You said your goodbyes and ‘I love you’s before you and Morgan put on your pajamas and set up a pillow fort in the middle of your living room to watch her favorite sleepover movie: “Shrek.”

As the movie went on, you leaned back in the fort to take a photo of Morgan with the movie in the background. Well, the back of Morgan’s head as she was engrossed in the movie she’d seen a million times.

[Image attached] She’s got her teddy bear but where’s my Bucky Bear? 🥺

Across the city, Bucky’s phone buzzed from its spot on the kitchen counter as he made himself a late dinner. He didn’t recognize the number, but smiled when he saw the picture of who he assumed was your sister or niece.

I never got an invite. Looks like more fun than my night.

You smiled to yourself when you saw his reply, rolling your eyes at the lack of exclamation points and emojis. Typical man.

What does your night look like?

Eating a late dinner and talking to you.

Talking to me isn’t fun?! I’m hurt 😢

Not as fun as actually being with you.

Even though he wasn’t there and didn’t say it verbally, you could feel your cheeks get hot at his words.

There’s no way sweet talk like that didn’t get you in more than four beds.

You’re still on that? I swear doll, I have the same number as you.

Whatever you say! 🙄

There was a lull in conversation after that, giving you time to move your sister to lie on her back with pillows and blankets in the fort so she could sleep more comfortably.

Are we still going out tomorrow?

You let the next Shrek movie start automatically, but you didn’t pay any attention as you texted Bucky.

I’m still down if you are 👀

You sent him your address and let him know you’d wait on the front steps for him so he didn’t have to come all the way up. With the exchange of ‘good night’ messages, you drifted asleep to the sounds of Shrek 2.

•

The next morning, you somehow managed to wake up before your sister, then brought her back to the land of the living with the smell of French toast.

You spent your day watching another movie with Morgan before fixing lunch and taking her to a park down the road. Morgan’s childhood was definitely different from yours. Happy was the one who took you to parks and shopping, but Tony parented at home. Morgan would have the same early experiences, but the world knew Tony and Pepper had a daughter. They kept her identity hidden for now, waiting until she could decide if she wanted to reveal herself later in life. The world never knew about you.

And you had to be somewhat grateful for that. You still got all the perks of being a Stark — the money, the Tower, meeting the Avengers (and having James Rhodes as your godfather) — without the stress of fame. But part of you still wished you could talk about your father without keeping his occupation vague and referring to him as “Anthony” when telling stories instead of Tony.

Morgan also got to know her mom. You only spent the first seven years of your life with your mom before she was killed in a drive-by shooting. The police investigated it like crazy because everyone thought since it was Tony Stark’s wife, it had to be a targeted hit. But since she never took the same jogging route twice, all they came up with was an unplanned drive-by. You cherished the memories you had with her, but still openly welcomed Pepper when she came into the picture. She may not have played the same type of role in your life, but she helped shape your middle and high school years.

By the time you and Morgan got back to your place, she was exhausted, climbing back into the still-intact blanket fort to take a nap. When your dad and Pepper stopped by to pick her up, she was still knocked out.

“We’ll get out of your hair so you can get ready for your date,” your dad said with Morgan in his arms. “Send me this James guy’s last name. I still want to run a background check.”

“Dad,” you grumbled. “I already did my research. He’s clear.” Kind of. He technically has murdered hundreds of people, including your grandparents, but he’s reformed and fighting for the good guys now. Not that your dad would let it slide if you told him that.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned. “Let me know if you need to hide any bodies, okay?”

“You got it,” you said with a laugh as they headed out. You had two hours to get ready for Bucky, giving you plenty of time to look extra cute.

By the time six rolled around, you were all dolled up and ready to go. The autumn weather had you in a jacket and boots, but that just pulled your outfit together.

Your doorman Matt was standing inside the lobby when you ran downstairs, tossing him a small wave as you left.

“Have a good night, Miss [Y/L/N],” he said with a nod.

“See you later, Matt!”

You stood at the bottom of your building’s front steps, checking your phone and looking up and down the block for Bucky. It was six on the dot, so you figured he’d be there soon.

“Hey!” You looked up from your phone to see Bucky jogging toward you, a black leather jacket covering his arms and a black glove hiding his left hand. “Sorry I’m late. I couldn’t get away from Sam. Had to tell him I was gonna check out my old stomping grounds in Brooklyn.”

“You’re, like, 30 seconds late. I’m just glad you’re here,” you said with a smile. “So what are we doing tonight?”

Bucky’s smile faltered as he looked down at you. Your boots gave you a bit of a height bump, but Bucky still stood taller than you.

“I, uh, I kinda thought you had something planned,” he said softly.

“Oh, oops,” you laughed. “Well… what about those Brooklyn stomping grounds of yours? Care to show me around?”

Bucky lit up at the recommendation and started leading the way to the nearest subway stop. Before you started down the stairs, he paused and turned to you with a sour expression.

“I probably should’ve asked if you’d rather get a cab,” he said.

“Bucky, I take the subway to work every day. It’s fine.”

“Why do you take the train? You don’t live too far away.” You two made your way down the steps to the bustling station.

“It’s just easier. Less work for me,” you explained. “I didn’t take the train much as a kid so I like taking the opportunity now that I can.”

“Most people don’t willingly take the subway,” he laughed. “Steve and I always used to talk about how we’d be rich enough to have a car someday. But now that I could get any car I wanted, I don’t think I want one. I like the subway.”

“Even though it’s smelly and dirty?” you joked.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “It’s one of the things that still reminds me of home.”

The gentleness in his voice nearly brought you to tears. This man had been through so much and was still the sweetest soul you’d ever met. Forced into a war he didn’t want to join, experimented on, tortured and brainwashed, hunted by every government in the world, captured, frozen, and forced into another war and more battles he shouldn’t have to join. He just couldn’t catch a break.

“Well I’m excited to see what else reminds you of home,” you replied.

The trains to and through Brooklyn were relatively busy so you and Bucky couldn’t really talk much, but it was a Saturday night so you couldn’t blame people for getting out. It was tough to find seats, but Bucky was willing to stand to make sure you could have a seat. Ever the gentleman.

When you made it to Bucky’s Brooklyn stop of choice, he started telling you more stories from the ‘40s, like when Steve couldn’t get off the train in time and accidentally went down another stop so Bucky ran to the next stop and found Steve heading his way anyway. And how he and Steve followed his sister Rebecca on a date “to watch out for her,” he said, and her date thought they were stalking her and tried to beat them up. And all the fights he pulled Steve out of.

“Punk was a chihuahua who thought he was a Rottweiler.”

For a while, you two walked around the streets of Brooklyn just telling each other stories. You were careful about names you used, often just calling Happy “Uncle Harry” and Rhodey “Uncle James.”

Bucky showed you the movie theater he and Steve used to go to, which was surprisingly still in business. You walked past what used to be a diner Bucky frequented but was converted into a bridal shop.

“This used to be a magic store Steve loved,” he said, looking up at the bank on the corner of the street. “Things have changed a lot.”

You heard the nostalgia in his voice, clearly missing the New York he grew up to love. He had a soft smile on his lips as he reminisced, though.

“What about where you lived?” you asked. “Do you remember where that is?”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “I could never forget that.”

Everything was within a fifteen minute walk of where you got off the subway so even though your feet were getting tired, you followed alongside Bucky as he led the way up and down the streets. Before too long, you strode up to a large brick building that had clearly been remodeled recently, if the fresh windows and front doors were any indication.

“It’s… a lot nicer than when I lived here,” Bucky said with a sigh. “But it’s been nearly 100 years so I can’t blame them for updating things.”

“Brooklyn is kind of booming now, too,” you added. “More people to appeal to, ya know?”

You stared up at him again, seeing that same lost look as before, like he wished to turn back time and show you the Brooklyn he knew. So you decided since he couldn’t do that, you’d show him the Brooklyn you knew.

“Come here. My turn to show you around,” you said, holding your hand out to him. He gave you a small smile before grabbing your hand in his and letting you pull him back to the subway.

Ten minutes later, you hopped off the train with Bucky in tow and headed to the little Italian restaurant you found while exploring the city a couple years before. It wasn’t anything elaborate; it was honestly more of a little hole-in-the-wall, but you liked the quiet atmosphere.

“Bella!” the owner shouted as you walked in.

“Hey Genny,” you smiled at him.

“Who’s this?” he asked as he approached you, raising his eyebrows when he saw Bucky.

“This is James,” you said. You opted against using his more common nickname to avoid any recognition.

“James, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Gennaro, but you can call me Genny. Welcome to my restaurant.” The two men shook hands before Genny ushered you two to a table and handed you menus. “Would you like to start with focaccia?”

“Yes please!”

“Con formaggi?”

“Si! Grazie!”

Gennaro left you and Bucky while he started your appetizer.

“You speak Italian?” Bucky asked.

“Definitely not,” you laughed. “I’ve just been coming here for a while and have picked up on some things Genny says. Like ‘bella’ means ‘beautiful,’ this pizza,” you pointed to your favorite pizza on the menu, “‘cinque formaggi’ means ‘five cheese.’ But I could never hold a conversation.”

“Un peccato,” Bucky sighed before flashing a smile at you.

“You speak Italian?!” you nearly shrieked. “No way! Don’t talk shit with Gennaro behind my back.” You pouted at Bucky, but knew he wouldn’t say anything bad about you. Maybe an embarrassing moment or two — like your dad walking in on you between his knees — but nothing negative.

“I picked it up pretty quickly back in the day,” Bucky explained. “Before I was sent to Germany, I was stationed in a small town in Italy for a while. The locals didn’t mind having us there because we kept the Nazis out, so they taught us some Italian when we were in town.”

“Maybe I should take Gennaro up on his offer to learn Italian,” you mused.

“Or you could learn from me,” Bucky was quick to offer. “I’ll teach you some stuff when you’re working on my arm.”

Your server arrived with the focaccia and water for both of you, before giving you more time to actually look at the menus instead of talking. You decided to split a bottle of red wine and two pizzas, one of your choice and one of Bucky’s. As the night went on, you and Bucky both opened up to each other even more than before. You could easily blame the buzz from a couple glasses of wine, but Bucky’s super soldier serum made you confused. His cheeks were flushed and he had more than half the bottle, so you wondered if maybe...

“Can you still get drunk?”

“Unlike Steve, yes. It takes more than this,” he said, lifting the nearly empty bottle of wine, “but since Steve and I received different serums, they work a little differently. I can definitely get drunk. Marijuana admittedly hits harder.”

You paused as you stared back at him, his elbows perched on the table and his clasped hands propped under his chin.

“Are you drunk now?”

“No,” he laughed quietly. “A little tipsy, sure, but not drunk by a long shot.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully, reluctantly accepting that he was just as buzzed as you but not quite drunk.

Before long, your server brought over your tab and you realized how empty the restaurant had gotten. Then you noticed the broom and mop the server had brought out to the floor, then the dark ‘open’ sign, and finally the clock on the wall.

“You closed 20 minutes ago and didn’t kick us out?” you shouted at Gennaro. “Genny, you can always kick me out! I feel bad!”

Gennaro walked over to your table as you scrambled for your wallet and handed the server your card to run.

“I can’t kick you out, bella. You and your moroso are welcome any time.”

“I think this poor girl would beg to differ,” you said as the server handed your card and signature slip back. She just laughed at your comment, agreeing without saying it outright.

You left a hefty tip and hugged Genny before you and Bucky, both still a bit tipsy, shuffled outside.

“Thanks for buying dinner,” Bucky said. “This means I get to pay next time, though.”

He said it so casually and you already planned on another date, but it still kind of caught you off guard.

“Next time?” You smiled up at him and took a step closer until you were almost toe-to-toe. “There’s gonna be a ‘next time’?”

“I sure hope there is,” he said quietly, his smirk sending a rush up your spine.

“If you insist,” you sighed. He knew better than to believe you weren’t excited for your future plans. “I’m cold. Care to get an Uber with me?”

He gently grabbed your shoulders and spun you around, pulling the loose opening of his jacket over your arms and wrapping his arms around you to help keep you warm.

“Well, yeah. I need to make sure you get home safe so ‘next time’ can happen,” Bucky said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“You know, I don’t usually let men spoon me on the first date,” you joked as you tapped away to order an Uber.

“I can stop, if you want,” he teased.

You gripped his arm as he started to pull away. “I never said that.”

Bucky rode back to your place with you, keeping conversation casual as you both avoided the controversy you were about to face: to kiss on the first date or not. You never really had any issues with it before, but you already really liked Bucky. You didn’t want to risk messing it up by moving too fast. But what grown man would think a kiss on a first date was too fast? Well… maybe one born in the early 1900s…

Before your thoughts could throw you into a downward spiral, the driver pulled up outside your apartment complex. Bucky stepped out first and held the door open for you to scoot out after him. As you stood at the bottom of the stairs to your building, you felt those nerves creeping up on you again. God, you hadn’t felt this nervous about a date since high school.

“I had fun tonight,” Bucky said first, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Me too,” you smiled back. “I’m excited for what you plan for next time.”

Bucky laughed at this, the crinkle of his nose making your own smile grow. God, you wanted to invite him inside already. In your defense, you’ve known him for a full month and spent even longer getting heart-eyes over him in college.

But you reined in your hormones and just took a step closer to him to rest your hands on his chest. His right hand came up to rest on your waist, but he kept the metal hand in his pocket. With your hand placement, you could feel the thrum of his heartbeat and judging by the pace, you knew you were both on the same page. As you were trying to shove your nerves aside, Bucky asked the one question you were hoping for.

“Can I kiss you?”

Knowing he wanted this as much as you did relieved some of your nerves, but also made the moment that much more real. You smiled up at him and nodded your head.

“Yes, please do.”

You perched up on your toes to meet him halfway, letting his lips mold to yours. His hold on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer; you gripped the lapel of his jacket in your fists. Suddenly the cold of the night no longer existed. All you could feel was the warmth radiating off of him as he held you close. He pulled back for a second before diving right back in, this time nipping at your bottom lip. You giggled against him, but didn’t stop him from taking the innocent kiss a step further. Your hands slid from his chest to the nape of his neck before tangling into his long hair. The vibration from his moan as you tugged on his hair ran straight down your spine, making it even harder to leave the date alone.

Reluctantly, you both pulled apart just enough for your noses to brush against each other, the stubble of his beard still tickling your nose. You opened your eyes enough to see the smile on his lips as he pulled back a bit more to see your face.

“I’ll see you Monday?” you said quietly, as if speaking any louder would break you two out of your bubble.

“See you Monday, [Y/N],” Bucky replied just as quietly. His hand slipped from your waist as you backed away, biting your lip at him before you turned and scurried up the steps. Bucky stood on the sidewalk until he could see the light in your apartment flick on, just to make sure you were safe.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x Stark!reader #bucky barnes x stark!reader #Stark!reader #dad!tony #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fic

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Chapter 5

~Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie~

"Wellcome ladies so how's school?" Sabine said with a motherly smile smile then placing a freshly baked Croissants on the table.

"Where fine, just another day at the clown house, I swear that our classmates have no brain cells not one of them "Chloe said while spreading butter on her croissant then without any hesitation she ate it.

"I beg to differ dear but i think they still have one connecting brain cell,seeing as they are one and no one can break their bond"Mari and she also ate the croissant happily

"So Dumb,Dumber,Dumbest then? or all equally dumb?" Chloe mumble (she took another bite on her food)

"No it's like they all have an on and off button for their reasoning and common sense and Liela has the button" Mari

"And She uses her sausage her as an antenna the give them signals hahahahahahahhaha"Chloe

"Ladies that's not nice besides everyone has their own preference or style that they think is fashionable ... all though i wanna know who told her having a sausage as an inspiration for a hairstyle especially when she moves her head she looks like a paddle ball a had when i was a kid" Sabine

both Chloe and Marinette bust into laughter

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Collège Françoise Dupont Clinic

*Bell *

Adrien is still sleeping soundly and the kind nurse doesn't want to wake him up and clearly from how pale his face is and how dark his eye bags are and how bone to skin he is, she made a decision to call his guardians to pick him up and have him take a proper rest and some good soul food too judging by how boney he is. this child is a model she understands this but this is to much and it has a medical term called MALNUTRITION so she's not gonna stand by and do nothing.

So she quietly and gentle as she can took photos and notes on Adrien body. because he is wearing a plain white T-shirt and a loose pants all she has to do is hold some of the cloth of the T-shirt to make it tight to show how small and boney he is and she all so did the same thing to the pants. His wearing a T-shirt so his some of is upper arm is shone so the nurse took a measuring tape and measure his arms and leg. And lastly because of the akuma attacks the School funds for the clinic doubled and because of this most of their equipments are brand new and the latest model so the bed has a scale built in it so she took his weight and height. and all of this is recorded in the clinic's CCTV camera she made sure of it.

After all that is done she neatly filed this info on her computer and flash drive then she called his guardians. fortunately for him his father and his assistant is so busy that they cannot answer their phone so it was Gorilla who was called to pick him up.

When Gorilla arrived the nurse was so scared of him she almost scream in fear when he suddenly appeared in front of her luckily she didn't.

"Hello Sir. how can i help you" Nurse

"Hi my name is SImon and I'm here to pick up Adrien" Gorilla (HIS NAME IS SIMON OH MY GOSH I JUST FOUND OUT TODAY!!!)

"Hi my name is Katty and I'm the school nurse nice to meet you"

"Likewise"

"Im sorry but before I hand over Adrien to you i need to see your IDs please"

"Sure"

"Ok it seems that everything is in order then you may take him home, and also my advice is to keep him stress free, eat and sleep more cause we don't want him to suddenly collapse now do we"

"Yes ma'am"

Then Gorilla slowly and Gently picked up Adrien like a porcelain princess and took his backpack/sling bag and went home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Collège Françoise Dupont Gym

"Ok class since Adrien is sick we need to still proceed to class. Now, I want all of you to make two lines.One for boys and one for the girls CHOP ChOP!!! " Gym teacher

“Um Sir. What about lila??” Rose

“What about her?“

“Lila Sprained her risk and ankle so she cant stand very long“ Alya

“Ok then Who’s Lila, Raise your good arm“

“Sir. I’m Lila Rossi“ Liela replied with a small smile and leaning into her left foot for effect

The Teacher saw her and slowly walk towards her while inspecting her body for injuries

“Which foot is sprained and which arm?“

“My right foot and arm sir “Liela said weakly.

“Can i check your arm and foot?“ The Teacher ask nicely

“Yes of course“

So someone brought a chair for her to sit while the Gym Teacher inspect her injuries

“Awww, Aw aw aw awaaa that hurts“ Liela cries dramatically like a spoiled dog. While the Teacher was just holding her arm not doing anything other than carrying it like a sausage

“Ok then Lila where's your medical note seeing as this is a “BIG INJURY” your parents shouldn't have let you go to school?“ The Teacher looking and talking to her like a person would to a two year old

“My Dad left us since i was young and my Mom is so busy that she’d forgotten about me“ Liela said sadly trying to make her tears drop not realizing that the teacher don't buy it

“Hush now don't cry dear I’m sure your mom is just tired now why don't you sit here and be quiet while all of us start the class,O.K“

“Yes sir“ with a final fake sob she smile at the Teacher.

“Ok,now two lines people, great now everybody just jog 20 laps then you are dismissed.But remember do not break your line and JOG NOT RUN OK ALIX AND KIM! if i see any of you break your line or run i’ll make everyone do 15 jumping jacks then additional 10 laps. Am I Clear! “

“Yes,Sir!!“ the Students then do as they were told while lila stayed seated smiling at her small victory and proceeds play on her phone and to search for more things to lie to make her even more popular.

While everybody was busy doing their task no one noticed the Gym Teacher also take’s his phone and contacted the School Nurse asking for Lila’s medical records and telling her what happen today.

Faking an injury to a teacher who was an athlete himself was a big No No but he cant just outed the child right then and there because she’ll get emotional and he doesn't want to cause another akuma.He’ll just do it the old fashion way... Making the parents discipline their own child. but first he needed her records.

“Did you just see what i just witness?“ Chloe while looking at her exhausted classmates after they finished 20 laps.

“What?“ Mari while handling her a bottle of cold water

“You really didn’t see that?,Thanks“

“You mean Liela’s ridiculous lie then yeah and so?“

“So? So?, Mari she just gotten away with it and it wasn’t even a good lie and acting“

“No, I don’t think she did“

“Huh?! Would her majesty care to explain?“

“Our gym Teacher is an Athlete who won medals in his time. He out of everyone here would have known just by looking at someone if they have any physical injuries“

“So he just let her go?“

“No. I don't think he would so let's just watch and see what he'll do, besides if he really fell for it then his just another idiot who needs to be replaced” Marinette said as she and Chloe backed their bags and left.

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“Hey Nino do you have any info about Adrien??“ Alix

“Yeah Nino what happen to him?, you were the last person we saw with him?“ Alya

“Well he looked sick so i send him to the clinic, I didn't know that he was that sick“ Nino

“Well I Just hope he gets better“ Alix

“So has anyone gotten started researching yet??“Alya

“Nope we were just hoping that will do it together like in a slumber party?“ Rose

“Actually that’s not bad soo who's house are we going?“Juleka

“What are you guys talking about? and where are we going?“ Liela walked to them when she saw her minions talking without her and of course she was escorted by the ever loyal dog Kim

“I umm“ Juleka

“Yeah where are we going?“ Kim

Everyone was looking at each other knowing that they can fool kim but not Lila.

“Well-“ Alya

“We were planning on a slumber party tonight but we haven't decided where will be staying?“Juleka

“Oh!! why don't we stay at my place my parents arent how so i have are house all to myself and you guys don't have to bring anything with you because and my parents just went to the supermarket yesterday“ Rose

“Really that's great so it's settled will head home pack then will go directly to Rose’s house“ Alya

“Great I can't wait to spend time with my very BEST FRIENDS! but aren't we gonna invite Marinette and Chloe?“ Liela

“No need they’ll just destroy and ruined the party. So what are we waiting for let GOOOOOO!!!“ Alya

After that everyone started packing their bags and left to their respective homes with a smile on their faces.

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The car stopped at the entrance of the diamond mine. Mr. Fugo got out of the car and glared at his subordinate.

"Take the hostage and come with me. Don't let him escape."

"Understood."

"Mr. Fugo ... " Waddle Dee looked up at him. "If you start the ancient machine, it will cause a huge crisis in the Town of Wind."

"Hmph. I deciphered the ancient characters," Mr. Fugo said as he walked quickly. Waddle Dee pleaded with him.

"Please. Don't make everyone in the Town of Wind unhappy ... "

"Don’t you know? This diamond mine belongs to me. The machine found here is, of course, my own. What’s wrong with doing as I please?" Waddle Dee stared at Mr. Fugo with sad eyes, but Mr. Fugo didn’t even look at him and hastened ahead.

They headed into the far depths of the mine. Eventually, they arrived at a large den with a huge machine in the middle of an open area. Waddle Dee was wide eyed. The ancient machine had a mysterious shape—there were things like eyes and a mouth attached to it, and it looked very similar to a cat's face.

"This is ... the ancient machine ...? " Waddle Dee murmured. That made Mr. Fugo laugh.

"That’s it! It's a great invention that will make me extremely wealthy! It’s much more valuable than diamonds! The greatest treasure in the world is mine!" Mr. Fugo walked over to the machine with the three gears in hand.

"Power of an ancient civilization ...! " He fitted the first gear into the machine. There was a rattling noise, and light shone from its first eye.

"Give me money ...! " He fitted the second gear. Another sound, and light shone from the second eye.

"Give me more money than anyone could spend in a thousand years—!" He shouted and fitted the final gear into the machine.

Waddle Dee drew back. A mysterious sound rang out, like the meow of a cat. The ancient machine awoke from its long slumber, and finally began to move.

Kirby and others caught up shortly after Mr. Fugo entered the diamond mine. They chased him cautiously so they wouldn’t be noticed. Mr. Fugo had just walked up to the ancient machine with the gears in hand the moment the group arrived at the discovery site.

"Wait, President Dedede! Don't go out yet!" Kirby stopped President Dedede from jumping out.

"Kirby! What’s the holdup!? Fugo is going to put the gears in the machine!"

"It’s okay, watch."

"Can’t you see!? If this goes on, the Town of Wind ...! "

"Shh! Shut up!"

"But ...! "

"Kirby has a strategy, President Dedede. Let's do what he asks of us," Meta Knight told the impatient president.

"That’s right! Let’s believe in the strategy of Kirby!"

"Magolor! Why do you seem to be our ally!"

"Eh? I'm everyone's ally!"

"Shh! Be quiet!"

In any case, the party held their breath and watched Mr. Fugo from the shadows. The gears were fitted in one by one, and the eyes of the machine shone and regained power. President Dedede let out a groan of despair.

"Come on ... the Town of Wind is going to fall to ruin! What are you going to do, Kirby ...! "

Kirby stared at the ancient machine.

"Okay!"

The machine made a squeaky noise like a cry of a cat as it operated. Mr. Fugo waved his hands and skipped around, cheering.

"Yes! I did it, I did it! I am the world! No, I am the universe! I am rich!"

Brrrum ...! There was a tremendous noise. —And in that moment, the mine began to transform. The rough diamonds shifted in hue. Mr. Fugo was so delighted he started dancing.

"More precious than diamonds! The greatest jewels in history—!" Meta Knight, President Dedede, and Daroach all looked around in a daze. From somewhere came a pleasant, sweet smell.

"W ... what ...? This is ... this scent is ...! " Meta Knight mumbled.

Daroach moaned. "It’s chocolate ...! "

Precisely. The rough diamonds in the mine transformed into fragrant chocolate one after the other. Daroach scooped up some of the soft chocolate with his finger and licked it. Immediately, his face shone.

"Delicious! I’ve never had such fine chocolate. A rare treasure, this one ...! "

" ... Huh ... It’s chocolate!?" President Dedede scooped up some and licked it as well. His eyes widened. "Uh ... uwaugh ...! What is this!"

"Hooray! It worked, Waddle Dee!" Kirby rushed over to Waddle Dee who jumped at him with both hands spread.

"That was incredible! My heart’s pounding!"

"Mine too, but it was exactly as you thought, Waddle Dee! Exactly as you expected!" Meta Knight called out to the pair holding hands and jumping with joy.

" ... Kirby, Waddle Dee. Did you two know this would happen?" They nodded, full of energy. "Please explain. What is all this ... " he said and glanced away.

A bit farther away was Mr. Fugo. He was lying down, awestruck, dreaming of money that could never be used up and still unaware of what had happened.

"What a pity. His face when he learns the truth will be a sight to see. Kirby, Waddle Dee. I’m asking you for an explanation," Meta Knight repeated.

"Uh-huh!" The two nodded and started to talk.

First, Kirby said, "It was Waddle Dee who found the clue. He deciphered the meaning of the scribbled ancient characters at the bottom of the photo!"

"Really? Was the truth written there?" Meta Knight asked.

"Yup!" Kirby replied with a smile. "That scribble meant something like this ... " Kirby and Waddle Dee spoke in unison.

"I hate chocolate!"

" ..... Huh?" Meta Knight, Daroach, and President Dedede stared blankly at the two.

"What do you mean? ‘I hate chocolate ...? ‘" President Dedede said.

"That’s right. That sentence scrawled there was the soulful cry of the great ancient wizard."

"Soulful cry ...? " While President Dedede shook his head, something clicked in Meta Knight's.

"Really!" he shouted. "The ancient text definitely said the ancient machine ‘turned stone into priceless material.’ Of course, I thought it meant any stone lying around, but it wasn’t like that at all. Did ‘stone’ refer to these rough diamonds?"

Daroach whistled. "I get it. ‘Priceless material’ meant chocolate. I've heard about this. Chocolate is still a luxury item, but in the old days, that wasn’t the case. It used to sell for much higher than diamonds ... "

Waddle Dee nodded. "The ancient machine was a machine that turned solid diamonds into chocolate, so the aristocrats profited and became very rich," he said.

"I see. Chocolate also gives off a sweet scent that spreads all throughout town. The ‘stink’ was the scent of chocolate," Meta Knight said.

"Yes, the wizard couldn't stand the sweet scent because he hated chocolate, so he pulled out the gears and sealed them."

"The rough diamonds that were here originally were changed into chocolate by the ancient machine, but when the machine stopped working, it changed back into diamonds. Now, it’s returned to chocolate again. Huh! That Fugo’s a nice guy," President Dedede said.

Everyone's eyes were on Mr. Fugo. He had finally returned to his senses, and was sitting down looking around relentlessly, though drowsily.

"I ... it’s ...? Than diamonds ... the treasure that can make a lot of money ... where ...? " Daroach began to laugh.

"Ahaha! Sorry, Fugo. Your diamond mine has turned entirely into chocolate."

"Wh ... what ...? Why ...? " He didn't seem to understand yet. He was speechless and wide-eyed.

"Was you being held hostage part of the plan?" Meta Knight asked Waddle Dee. Waddle Dee nodded.

"That's right. We couldn’t win unless we let Mr. Fugo have the gears. I decided to get caught so we could hand them over without suspicion."

"I told him to think of a different plan because I thought it was too dangerous, but he said it was okay," Kirby said. "I was worried because I wasn’t sure if everyone would drop their weapons for Waddle Dee, but ... " Kirby looked up at President Dedede. "President Dedede rushed to help him right away! I couldn’t believe it!"

"S-so noisy!" The president turned red and swung his fists. "I’m in trouble if I don’t have a mechanic! Waddle Dee’s just nice and convenient to have around because he works so hard!"

"Thank you, President Dedede." Waddle Dee bowed deeply.

"Hmph! How inexcusable! You tricked me by teaming up with Kirby. From now on I’ll work you harder than ever, so be prepared!"

"Yes, okay!"

While everyone talked, Mr. Fugo stood up, staggering.

"My diamonds ... my property ... it’s all over ... everything is over ...! " he moaned with hollow eyes.

"It's not over," Meta Knight said. "From this moment on, your wrongdoings will be exposed."

"What ...? " Mr. Fugo’s deep blue face turned red. He glared at Meta Knight with fury in his eyes. "Was it wrong? What did I do wrong?"

"Don’t play dumb. You wanted money and were planning on bringing the Town of Wind to ruin for it!"

"I was? I was planning that despite being so highly respected by the people? No way!" Mr. Fugo laughed brazenly. "I am always thinking the best for them. I was planning on starting the ancient machine to enrich the town and make everyone happy!"

"You were the only one who was going to be happy. For that reason, you thought it would be okay to destroy the Town of Wind."

"Not at all! I was planning on creating a new town for all of the residents here. I wanted more food for them too, and to have plenty of places for people to play so that everyone could be happier than they are now."

"That’s a lie!" Waddle Dee shouted. "I heard. I asked you not to make everyone in the Town of Wind unhappy, but you said, ‘Don’t you know? What's wrong with doing as I please?’"

"What did you say? You couldn’t have heard me say such a terrible thing."

"But I heard you clearly ... "

Mr. Fugo smiled at Waddle Dee fearlessly. "Who will listen to your words? I am the most admired man in this town. The citizens will, without a doubt, place their trust in me!" Then—there was a gentle voice.

"No, no ... I also heard clearly. You said you were going to trample the Town of Wind, Fugo."

" ... Eh?" Kirby and his friends startled. The man who came forward was dressed in black. It was Mr. Fugo’s subordinate, who had captured Waddle Dee.

Mr. Fugo was aghast. "W ... what ... You are ...!? " he said.

The man stroked his face. It transformed as if he had removed a mask. He was an older gentleman with a white beard.

"Oh—!? The old man of the Magic Guild!" Kirby shouted.

"T-the— Elder—!? W-what!?" Magolor shouted as well, so shocked he nearly toppled over. The one who took off his disguise and revealed his true face, and the one who gifted Kirby the Star Compass, was the Elder of the Magic Guild. The Elder smiled.

"If Waddle Dee tells what really happens, and I testify, I think the truth will be communicated to the citizens."

"W ... what do you mean? Old man, why are you here ... "

"The blood of the wizard was blessed. When I heard the ancient machine was found, I couldn’t stand still," the Elder replied when Kirby asked.

"In other words, you disguised yourself as Fugo's subordinate so you could see the ancient machine ...? " Meta Knight said.

"That’s right!" He nodded exaggeratedly.

"Now someone who might be the Guild Elder pops up ... There’s too much going on," Daroach muttered.

The Elder looked back and squinted at the large machine. "Wonderful ... As you said, I concealed myself because I wanted to see it with my own eyes. A beautiful figure ... just as the legend said ... "

"Legend?" Kirby asked. "There’s a legend about the ancient machine?"

"Uh-huh. It has been passed down through the Magic Guild since ancient times."

"Then, old man, you knew the ancient machine was really a machine that turned diamonds into chocolate?"

"No, not just that." The Elder shook his head slowly. "That’s not the sole purpose of the ancient machine. It’s a machine that fulfills everyone's wishes."

"Wishes ...? "

"Mhm. It's said that any wish will come true. Long ago, the residents in this town probably wanted to eat a lot of sweet chocolate. This machine was able to make that happen. Though the gears were pulled out and it remained dormant for a long time, it has now, again, regained its strength."

"Really ...! Then I have to thank those ancient residents," Daroach said. "Thanks to their wishes, we can eat a lot of good chocolate."

"Waddle Dee! It was just as you said, Waddle Dee!" Kirby took Waddle Dee's hands and bounced excitedly. "Waddle Dee said that it would be nice if the ancient machine could fulfill everyone’s wishes! Amazing! Right on the mark!"

"Uh ... Uh-huh ... "

"The ancient machine has fulfilled Waddle Dee's wish! We can eat chocolate until our stomachs burst!"

"Heh ... hehehe ... I can eat the chocolate I’ve longed for, for the first time in my life ... I can’t believe it ... " Waddle Dee said, blushing. He reached out and covered his hand in chocolate, then hesitated. "But ... I’m nervous ... Heh ... Really ... can I eat this ...? " Waddle Dee withdrew his hand and stretched it out again anxiously.

"Yeah! What are you doing!? Do you or do you not want to eat it!" the short-tempered President Dedede yelled at him.

"I-I want to eat it!" Waddle Dee hurriedly licked the bit of chocolate. The moment he did, tears slowly surfaced in his eyes.

Kirby was surprised. "What’s wrong, Waddle Dee!? Is the chocolate not delicious ...? "

"It’s different! What is this! This is chocolate ...!? " Waddle Dee shouted and wiped his tears. "10,000 times more than I had imagined ... No, a million times more sweet and delicious than I had imagined! I can't believe something so delicious exists ... It’s incredible!"

"Alright! Well then, here’s where my specialty comes into play. The race to make the best sweets is on," Daroach said with a laugh.

"Huh?"

"Chocolate can be eaten as it is, but it’ll be even more delicious if you use it for parfaits and cakes." He nimbly flipped over his cloak and put away his silk top hat. "Starting today, Diamond Town will be renamed to Chocolate Town. To celebrate, let’s feast on some of the best sweets!"

"Really!? Yippee!" Kirby leapt up into the air. President Dedede and Waddle Dee (and Magolor too, while they were at it) pranced about. The Elder of the Magic Guild also smiled happily.

"Outstanding sweets! I'm glad I’ve lived for so long."

Behind the happy group, however, someone stared bitterly. It was Mr. Fugo, of course. He mumbled and muttered in a low, envious voice.

"Chocolate Town ... I refuse ... This town is ... Diamond Town is ... It’s mine ...! " He jumped onto the ancient machine with surprising vigor. Mr. Fugo was trying to remove the gears again.

"Stop, Fugo!" Meta Knight shouted when he noticed. But faster than he could stop—the eyes of the ancient machine moved steadily. An intense light shone from them.

"Ahh!" Kirby and his friends involuntarily cried out and shut their eyes.

—When they opened them again, Mr. Fugo was gone. Instead, where he once stood, there now sat a large clump of dripping, melted, chocolate.

"W ... what ... That’s horrible!" the Elder shouted out in fear. "It's the curse of an ancient civilization! Fugo had the wrath of the ancient machine brought upon him and turned into chocolate ...! "

" ... Huh!?" Kirby and the others were shocked.

"That’s so ... so ...! I'm so sorry ...! " Waddle Dee said, shaking.

"H-hmph! He was repaid for his evil deeds," President Dedede said, turning away.

"That's right ... though this is ... too much ... It’s a pitiful fate," Meta Knight said in a quiet voice.

... Then, the lump of chocolate began to move. Kirby looked at it and shouted.

"That!? That chocolate seems to be alive ...!? "

Arms extended from the clump and started wiping off the chocolate that clung to its entire body. The chocolate ran down, and Mr. Fugo's grimace appeared.

Daroach was taken aback. " ... What. He didn’t turn into chocolate, he was just covered with it," he said.

" ... Didn’t you say it was a curse of an ancient civilization ...? " Magolor looked at the Elder suspiciously. The Elder blushed and rephrased.

"I said it was a curse that covered one with chocolate. That’s the wrath of the ancient machine. Oh, so horrible!"

Mr. Fugo spit out the chocolate that got in his mouth.

"S-s-sweet! Disgusting!" he yelled. "I ... I ...! " And then, he repeated the same words as the great wizard of ancient times.

"I hate chocolate—!"

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msjr0119 · 4 years

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

A/N: Quite a few people have asked me when such and such a series is returning. I’ve decided for this WIP, I’m going to do a little update on all series/prompts that I have in progress- I’ve been pretty useless at keeping up with them all. I’ve got a lot going on in my life at the moment, and I’m surprised that I’ve even managed to string a sentence together and keep up with reading as best as I can 😬

Warnings: adult language, mention of sex. #LONGASSPOST!

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A Second Chance

Holding her hand, he assumed that she would push him away- instead she snuggled into him.

“Do... do you think he loves me? Or was he only with me because they thought he would be King...daddy told me that he is different to them. That he could see that Theo loved me....”

“Your father knew?”

“He knew for years... Mom only knew when I told her that I was abdicating. She had an inkling that I was in a relationship. She believed it was with Jackson though... but he’s seeing Elena.”

“Why didn’t he tell your Mom? You know your Mom thinks that you and Theo are just a fling or so she hopes...Jackson’s seeing Elena?”

“I begged him not to. I know how much Mom hates Madeleine and Neville hence why we kept it a secret all this time. Yeah, I thought you’d have known?”

“What is it with you lot keeping secrets? Any other secrets that I need to know about?”

“Bartie lost his virginity to Chloe...” Shrugging her shoulders it was the only thing she could think about that wouldn’t get her brother or Jackson in trouble. I’m surprised Leo hasn’t murdered Bartie. Drake couldn’t be a hypocrite towards them all- they all did irresponsible things as children/ young adults too. It’s only natural.

“Okay gossip girl, anything else?”

“You love Mom still?” First Louis, not Ayah. Why can’t they give me a break? Drake thought to himself, believing that sooner rather than later the two of them would be impersonating Cilla Black.

“I’ll always love your Mom, Ayah. Always. As I love all of you. When we get back you need to apologise to her. And next time, keep quiet- your Mom has very good hearing!”

“I will do. I’m sorry. I love you, uncle grumpy.” Snuggling back into Drake, he held his niece tightly- hoping that Theo wasn’t going to hurt her. If so, himself and Leo wouldn’t hold back.

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The Unexpected Roommate

Drake really couldn’t be bothered with Leo’s bachelor party. Leo and Olivia had asked their guests to meet them at the bar near to their house- then they would go their separate ways. Instead Drake decided to delay the two of them- the less time they spent at the bachelor and bachelorette party, the more time they could spend together.

“What the fuck? Drake!” Hearing Riley scream, he smirked. You’re not the only one who can pull pranks, darling.

“What’s up?” Walking into her room, he witnessed her covered in flour- the flour that he had placed above her wardrobe. He knew the minute she opened it, she would become a mess.

“You’re a fucking jerk! Why would you do this to me?”

“Why would you do all the pranks that you do? Chill out, Riley.” Pushing her way past him, she was beyond furious. Needing to shower again, they were cutting it fine time wise.

An hour later, Riley appeared in the lounge- scowling at him. I look like shit, whispering to herself. On a night out, she would spend two hours doing her hair, and at least an hour doing her make up.

“Liv is going to kill me! I’m late.”

“Fuck her.”

“It’s not funny, Drake! I’m the maid of honour and I can’t even show up on time.” Struggling to clasp the necklace, Drake walked behind her. Offering his assistance.

“You scrub up well.”

“Thanks arsehole.”

“No need to be nasty. I’ll help you.” Kissing her neck, he couldn’t resist in delaying them even longer.

“Drake! Stop fucking about! You know what, forget the necklace. Let’s go!”

“Or we could forget tonight in general?”

“You’ll want to go, there’s a stripper. Come on I’m going to get a slit throat.”

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The Greatest Show (Hiatus)

“Hey, Li... I wanted to ask you something... why are you looking so smug?”

“Drake, I’d like to introduce you to someone- this is Riley Brooks.” Liam looked at Riley adorably as he elaborated about her, about them. All Drake could think about was which one of them, Olivia was going to murder first for the betrayal.

“So, what did you want to ask?”

“Have you seen Amber? I’ve had her dog chase me around my room. I can’t control it, she said she would only be a short time.”

“We did see her, she thanked Riley for bringing the dog. But we didn’t. She said that she was coming to see you. ‘I’ll see you both tomorrow? I’ve got one tall, dark, handsome commoner waiting for me...’ “

“Well where the fuck is she?” Maxwell and Bertrand are going to kill us.

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We Belong

(This snippet is from a very future chapter)

“Hello, Evangeline.” Fluttering her eyelashes, her vision was blurry- but her senses were still there. Smelling that all familiar scent- whiskey.

“Drake...”

“Maybe if I was younger.” Not knowing where she suddenly gained an adrenaline rush from, she shot out of bed- running down the stairs she screamed for Liam and Maxwell.

“I’m going crazy. I need to be with Drake. Please take me to Drake....”

“You’re not going crazy.” Liam explained softly before providing the visitor with a stern expression. Even if what Bastien had told him was the truth - Liam had questions, had the need to interrogate the person.

“But he died. I’m crazy, Liam. She....”

“Who’s she?” Ignoring the identity of ‘she’, Evie felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Close to nearly hyperventilating.

“I called her crazy.” Letting go of Liam, she ambled over towards the ghost as she assumed. Placing her hand gently onto his heart, there was a fully working heartbeat.

“It’s you. It’s really you...”

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End Game

“Hello, my lords and lady’s.” I decided to take a break, for my own sanity. Interrupting the friendship circle I immediately noticed how Riley couldn’t bear to look at me. Thankfully, Drake broke the silence having a joke at my expense- about myself escaping.

“Until tomorrow at least. It’s been a long day.”

“No kidding, I could really use a bath.” Suddenly Maxwell arises from ground- he’s so dramatic. He suggested about going to a local spa. We were all in agreement that it would be relaxing for us all. I was utterly disappointed realising that the rooms were co-Ed. Lady Riley and Lady Hana wouldn’t be personally joining us- I had hoped to talk to Riley. In private. Again. As we relaxed, I also wanted to talk to Drake in private- about Riley. But I just couldn’t. Why is it so hard to be open with my best friend? My brother?

“Hey guys!” Shit, she looks beautiful. Maybe we should cover up a bit more? Not that I mind, Riley seeing me like this.

“I think the ladies will be fine.” Drake said sarcastically. After a while of talking about Maxwell’s tattoo- Drake decided to have a dip in cold plunge offering for anyone to join him. I shook my head as I believed the girls would immediately follow him- heading towards the tub I sink into the water. Wishing that things could be different.

“Hey... Li, can we talk please?”

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Hold my girl (Hiatus)

(A future chapter)

Freya had topped up her coffee, more times than she intended to. When she was at work she preferred for it to be busy- that way her mind wouldn’t wander. She couldn’t bear to imagine what Drake and the others were upto in Cordonia. It had been a few weeks since she left her brief visit without saying goodbye. Feeling like a let down especially towards Maxwell, who was overexcited about their ‘slumber party’ that she never attended. The minute she arrived back home, she contacted Daniel. Much to her surprise, he turned up in Vegas bringing Ben and Jerry’s to comfort his best friend. To say today was a Saturday night, the shift was dragging. Usually the emergency department was busy, with patients linked to alcohol incidents. Some were minor. Some were major.

“Nurse Johnson, you’re required immediately in resus- bring assistance. Urgently!”

Knocking the coffee over, the staff rushed straight there - the adrenaline rush soon hit them.

“Freya?”

“Liam? What are you doing here?” Liam couldn’t spit the words out- to inform her who was in resus.

“We came to look for you. Someone was following us- they tried to....”

“Sorry your majesty, but you need to sit in the relatives room with the others.”

“Frey...” Her colleagues forced Liam away, as she entered the room her heart sunk. Her body began to tremble.

Drake.

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Love, fate, Destiny (Hiatus)

Drake received a text message- assuming it was Riley his smile soon faulted. Kiara. Excusing himself from the group he walked over to Kiara and Madeleine- scowling.

“What the fuck are you playing at?”

“She looks gorgeous doesn’t she, Drake? I personally think that Kiki could be a model too.”

“Did you like the photos, Drakey?”

“No Kiara, I didn’t. They have been deleted. Don’t ever text me again.”

“Why not Drake? You and Kiara could rekindle your relationship. You were never meant to be with Riley. She is a commoner- she isn’t one of us.”

“I’m a commoner, Madeleine! And she is worth so much more than you stuck up nobles!” Liam, Olivia and Maxwell heard the commotion and stormed up the the trio.

“Is there a problem, Drake?”

“No, Liam. Everything has been sorted. But I mean it Kiara- don’t ever speak to me again.”

“But we were good together, Drake.” Drake was about to respond with an insult but was interrupted by the heralds announcement. Liam and Olivia looked at each other bewildered- they wasn’t expecting anymore guests.

His Royal Highness Prince Leo, Lady Bethany Hughes of New York and Lady Riley Brooks-Walker.

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Marshgate Prison

“Do you really want me?” He questioned, doubting himself about her intentions. Now he was in the real world, he believed that she could have any man in the city- someone who hadn’t been wrongly imprisoned.

“I’m sorry for my outburst at the bar. I was just so frustrated that I didn’t know the truth. I’ve missed you. Why are you asking?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time with Bartie, walking through the park- going to Times Square. I see all these handsome men, in their suits- going to work. Making a living. Having a life. When we slept together in the cell, I felt like the luckiest goddamn bastard in the world. That someone so amazing as you would look twice at me...”

“I chose you, even considering the circumstances.” Caressing his cheek, he placed his hand over hers- letting it linger for a moment.

“Go and sit on the couch, I’ll order some food. What do you fancy?”

“Anything’s going to be better than porridge.”

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One Temptation

(From a future chapter)

“Alice, what are you doing here?” The girl wasn’t old enough to look after herself, Riley even panicked when walking the streets of New York. Assuming that Leo, had brought her- it was the only possible explanation.

“Daddy brought me, but I’ve lost him. He’s been drinking a lot. I just want my daddy back.”

“Where was he when you last saw him?” Alice pointed over towards the stairs that led up to the roof. Holding the girls hand, she made her way towards Drake and Leo explaining that she was going to find Liam who hadn’t even been invited to the event. Both men shook their head, providing each other with the same expression. They wondered why she would go out of her way to look for the man who had hurt her in the past far too many times.

“Don’t look at me like that, he’s not going to hurt me if Alice is with me. If I’m not back in five minutes- send a search party. I love you both.”

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Return to New York (Hiatus)

Riley held Lissy tightly as they travelled in the SUV- not really having a life plan. Yes, Lissy wasn’t hers- but she was the reason that the little girl had lost her father. If she had stayed in Cordonia all those years ago, she wouldn’t be in this predicament. She wouldn’t have left her family that she unexpectedly gained during her time in the Mediterranean, she wouldn’t have met Harry.

Arriving at the location, she sighed as they exited the SUV. Taking the little girls hand- she knocked on the door, hoping she would be welcome.

“Hi..” Riley quietly said, almost like a whisper. “I have nowhere else to go. Can we stay a night or two until I get my head sorted?”

“What happened to running away again?”

“I couldn’t do it. I don’t know why?”

“Good job too. You belong here! We can’t lose you again.” Her friend pulled her in for a hug, promising that everything would be fine.

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Cordonian Wags

“I don’t need to go to training, I can come with you. Leo said it would be fine.”

“Is Leo in charge now?” For the first time in two months, he saw a smile creep up onto her face.

“Well he’s captain, no one argues with the captain. It’s nice to see that smile again...” Blushing, she wanted to pull him in. To kiss the man that she loved with all of her heart.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, sorry. Drake?” Sitting next to her on the bed, he looked at her concerned.

“I love you with all of my heart, Walker....” Finally, Drake thought to himself. Hearing those words made him hold her tightly- not wanting to let her go.

“But what if it isn’t good news? I want us to work, but I also want you to be happy if I’m not here anymore...promise me one thing?”

“What?”

“If we are going to get through this, we can’t allow Kiara to come between us.” Or Madeleine, Drakes face grimaced before fixing a smile.

“I’ve already told you, I can retire now if I wanted. We can move.”

“Running away isn’t going to solve the issue. Our families are here.”

“Then we stay here, nothing will break us apart. I mean nothing at all...”

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“Why Me?” and “What took you so long?”:

These two series are currently on hiatus for the foreseeable future- as I have no idea what I’m doing with them at the moment.👎🏻😞

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Prompts:

Trapped in the house prompts 5. “No offense, but I am so tired of your face.”

Drake x Riley (The Unexpected Roommate)

“Can’t you go and work in your room? You’re too close to me!”

“My room is for sleeping in. Only. Don’t like it- go out. Oh... you can’t. So deal with it!”

Turning the tv up louder, she smirked to herself. Knowing that it was distracting him, she couldn’t resist.

“No, offense but I’m tired of your shit! Can’t you see that I’m trying to work?”

“No offense but I’m so tired of your face. Like, everywhere I go... you’re there! In my face. It’s annoying.”

“Go to your fucking old room, Riley. You’re pissing me off! In fact, I here by banish you to your room! Goodbye. See ya. Au revoir. Auf Wiedersehen. Yasou. Adios.” Laughing to himself, he watched as she walked to the room. Watching her body tense, she turned around to face him- he jaw was clenching.

“You’re a fucking jerk! No wonder you insisted that I stay in the lounge! How stupid could I be?”

“Well if you didn’t fuck me after getting drunk yet again.... you’d be at Daniel’s and Maxwell’s where you actually live now. You’d actually have a bed to sleep in. You wouldn’t have to wear my clothes.”

“Well..... if you didn’t come to my bar with Leo....Get so rat arsed, flirt with me. Get me drunk. We wouldn’t be in this situation. If you didn’t turn my old room into a gym, I’d have somewhere to fucking sleep in these circumstances. At least if you got another roomie, I could share with them...”

“I never forced those drinks down your neck. You did that all by yourself. You put me off getting another roomie...” Gritting her teeth together, she allowed him to have the last word. Which was unlike her, usually she preferred to be the authoritative person. Walking over towards the kitchen, she put the kettle on. Retrieving her phone, she opened Spotify. Putting the volume on full belt, she played Queen. As she did that first night she suffered with Drake.

“Riley! Turn it fucking off!”

“Did you say something Drake? I can’t hear you....” Smirking, she wished that she told him to fuck right off the previous night at the bar.

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Trapped in the house prompts 6. “I don’t even want to have sex anymore.”

Liam x Riley (Based on the characters from Hold On)

Walking back into the living area, Riley felt awful with how she had spoken to Liam. Watching him do a puzzle with his children, he seemed relaxed. Embracing the quality time he could spend with his family.

“Hey.”

“Are you feeling better, love?”

“I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m so fucking sorry. Sex isn’t everything in a relationship..”

“Mommy. What is sex? You said a bad word. Didn’t she daddy?”

“I didn’t. I said duck and ducking. Mommy really.. Erm. I really want to see the ducks. But I can’t. I’m so sorry, that we can’t go and see the ducks. I didn’t say a word beginning with S either Ayah. I said, erm... flex. Because daddy can’t go to the gym and flex his muscles.”

“He did this morning.”

“Yes, but he is so busy now with his meetings over the phone. Isn’t that right darling?”

“Of course, love. Ayah, I’m going to tuck you and Louis into bed. I’ll read you both a story. Say goodnight to Mommy.”

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Rachel Green prompt list 17. “We would like more alcohol.” And 7. "We're supposed to start fun in 15 minutes."

Evie x Liam (We Belong- prequel)

Olivia and Evie ran out of the room, and into the larger ballroom. Scrutinising the room, Evie headed straight towards Leo and Bertrand, as Olivia headed towards the Bruleys.

“What are you doing here? You’re just a kid...”

“Your highness, I am a young lady. I’m fifteen. Anyway, your brother asked me to come...”

“Oh, did he now? I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. He’s been pining after you. So what’s the real reason that you’re here?”

“Guilty. It’s boring in there, I’ve only been in there a few seconds and I already want to go back to boarding school. Could you help us ‘kids’ have a bit of fun? Including alcohol?”

“No!”

“Bertrand I wasn’t asking you! Leo?”

“Sure. I mean come on Bertrand, stop being such an arse, we drank underage. I’ll be the distraction, and B can get you the booze. But you will all have to pretend that you’ve gone to bed. Do your drinking upstairs...”

“Deal. Bertrand?”

“Fine! But I’m not getting blamed for this...”

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Ross Gellar prompt list 9. "My life is an embarrassment. I should just go live under somebody's stairs."

Maxwell, Drake, Willow and Sophie (both women belong to @pedudley)

Arriving at the supermarket, Drake instantly regretted agreeing to come. The first reason being, was when Maxwell handed them both a mask to wear. Like I’m really going to avoid catching germs with a bit of material. People were panic shopping, overfilling their trollies. Maxwell grabbed a trolley, he pushed it forward before leaping onto it over dramatically.

“Wahoo! Supermarket sweep- here we come!” Willow screamed with excitement trying to catch up with Max. Fucking children, Drake murmured to himself- keeping a distance, he dodged people barging past him.

“Buddy! You’ve already got five packs of toilet rolls! This one is mine.” Maxwell snapped at the stranger whilst playing tug of war. Willow ran over to assist him, Drake believed that she would calm the situation down. Checking his phone, he had hoped that the two of them would grab the ‘essentials’ that Max had insisted they needed and they could quickly escape the nightmare he was living in.

“Excuse me? Do you know that man and woman?” Drake turned to the man, wondering why concern was painted across his face. Facing Willow and Maxwell his eyes widened.

“Nope. Never seen them before in my life. I think that they have been released from the psychiatric hospital by the looks of it.”

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17. “You’re going to permanently fuse with the couch at this rate.”

Drake x Evie (We Belong)

“Jesus, Evie. How long have you been laid there?”

“Six hours, four minutes...”

“Why didn’t you come and get me? I could have joined you.”

“I needed some alone time. I’m depressed. But Ben and Jerry kept me company.” Drake already knew this, the food wrappers surrounding her on the couch was the slight giveaway.

“You’re going to permanently fuse with the couch at this rate.” He said sarcastically, before joining her.

“So? If we can’t get married on the day that we planned, I may as well work my way through the fridge and watch Netflix. I refuse to leave the couch until I’ve finished binge watching a series. Nothing better to do. Then, I’ll go on a diet just to make sure I can still fit in my dress.”

“You could turn up to the wedding in a bin bag, and you’d still be the most beautiful woman in the world.”

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Rebound

Part 4

A/N: Alright guys, here it is! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Alcohol use, marijuana use, mentions of infidelity, swearing.

Word Count: 6.6K

Tagging: @haylaansmi @nankstasty @thomasscresswell

Masterlist

As promised, Phasma didn’t show up to school on Friday. As the four of you sat in the courtyard during lunchtime, soaking in the rays of the sun, you each excitedly talked about the party. Apparently it would be Alan’s first time going to one of Jordan’s parties, too.

“Milo hasn’t ever let me go before. The only reason I get to go now is because I promised to be the DD,” he said, excitement in his voice. You could tell he was happy simply by being included. Even though you hadn’t spent much time with the group, it was clear that Alan felt like the token younger sibling.

“Well, I’m glad we all get to relax after a successful first week of school. Now, you guys have your alibi covered, right?” Sami looked at you and Kylo with feigned suspicion.

“Yeah. We’re studying at your place tonight. My grandparents don’t expect me home, but do want messages before I go to bed, so there’s that,” Kylo responded. Even though he was doing his best to hide it, you could feel just an inkling of frustration radiating off of him.

“So does my mom. We can remind each other to send them at a reasonable time,” you said to Kylo, trying to ease some of his frustration. He nodded in agreement before taking a bite of the roll he was holding.

Like yesterday, you and Kylo decided to walk into class holding hands again, stirring just as much attention. From behind you, you could hear Shawn talking to Dylan, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was they were saying. With a slight, barely noticeable glance back, Kylo smirked before resting his arm on the back of your chair. The action took you by surprise initially, but when you heard Shawn become silent, you leaned back into Kylo’s touch, scooting your chair a little closer to him for dramatic effect.

When class started, you tried to take notes, but your excitement for the night to come was killing you slowly. You were so ready to go to your first party that wasn’t a slumber party, and with your new friends.

When Physics ended, you and Kylo walked hand in hand to English, seeing Sami missing from her seat.

“That’s weird. Sami usually gets here early,” Kylo noted. Almost as soon as he said that, Sami rushed into the door, mere seconds before the late bell rang. She quickly sat down before plopping all of her things into Phasma’s empty seat.

“What’s all that about?” you asked as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Was talking to Pat about tonight, we got sidetracked,” she said, her breathing still heavy as she sank into her seat.

You remembered the name. Milo had mentioned Pat as being one of the people coming to Jordan’s tonight. You figured he was also a part of Kylo’s friend group as well.

“He’s still coming, right?” Kylo asked, pulling out his notebook and copy of Beowulf, which had numerous sticky notes inside.

“Yeah, he was just telling me that a friend of his from Corellia is a plug, and was hooking him up for tonight. Said he’d buy enough for all of us, provided we pay him back,” Sami said, pulling out her own book and notebook. You did the same as you simply listened to their conversation.

“I don’t need any. Can’t keep it in my grandparents house anyways,” Kylo said with a huff.

“What about you, (y/n)?” Sami asked as she turned towards you. You were caught by surprise. You knew they were talking about weed, but you never thought that anyone would ask if you wanted to buy some.

“No, I’m good. I’ve never even had it,” you admitted, a small flush coming to your cheeks. This week was truly highlighting all the things you’d never done before, and you felt kind of lame for it.

“It’s no problem. If you’re interested, you can try it tonight,” Sami assured you. The thought made your stomach churn, but whether it was from anxiety or excitement, you couldn’t tell.

Soon, Mr. Skywalker had begun class, and the three of you paid attention as the class began with a discussion of the reading thus far. You made notes as best you could, but the end of the school day loomed so near that your stomach was turning in knots. First, it would be dinner with Kylo’s grandparents, and then it would be your first party. All of the hardship you faced melted away with the excitement of finally getting to live life as a teenager.

There was both a feeling of relief and a feeling of anxiety as the final bell rang. You hurried to put your stuff away in your backpack, standing from your seat once you did so. Like usual, the three of you waited for the crowd to disperse before heading out the door. You threw your backpack over your shoulder, smiling at your old friends as they all walked past you. They all smiled back, warming your heart a little bit.

Once the crowd died down a bit, the three of you walked out of Mr. Skywalker’s room, and headed for the entrance of the school. Your heart was pounding. You only had dinner with Kylo’s family, and then the two of you would set off for the party.

“Okay, I’ll see you guys at Jordan’s. Text me when you head that way, okay?” Sami said as the three of you walked out the front door and into the student parking lot.

“Alright, we’ll see you there,” Kylo said before pulling his pack of cigarettes from his jacket. He pulled the last cigarette out of the box and put it between his lips before the two of you started walking towards his car, separating from Sami. When you got to his car, you climbed in and tried to calm yourself down a little. You needed to have some kind of composure for dinner, and then you could let loose.

Kylo took a drag of his cigarette before climbing into the car. When he did, he cranked the engine before letting out a sigh.

“You excited?” He asked you, turning to you with a smile.

“Yeah! I can’t wait to meet Jordan, she seems fun,” you said. “I am a little nervous, though. I haven’t ever been to a party before.” You blushed as you turned away to look out the window. It was probably pretty obvious that you’d never been to a party before, but it didn’t stop you from feeling lame.

“Don’t sweat it. Parties are honestly overhyped, but Jordan knows how to throw a good kickback. Besides, everyone that’s gonna be there is cool, unless that godawful pair shows up. No one’s gonna make you do anything you aren’t comfortable with,” Kylo assured you as he got in line behind all the other student drivers.

The drive home was agonizingly slow, but luckily you began to calm down. As the two of you listened to the radio, you let yourself be absorbed in the music, and forget your anxiety, even for a little while. Pretty soon, the two of you were pulling into the driveway at the Skywalker house.

When Kylo shut off the engine, he sighed before turning to you.

“Do you want to get your stuff from home first, or come inside with me? I’m sure Gran is gonna have food ready within thirty minutes,” Kylo asked before running a hand through his black hair.

“My mom wants me to come by after dinner, so I’ll just grab my stuff then,” you told him.

“Okay. Sorry if they’re weird, they’re just...like that,” Kylo said before climbing out of the car. You could’ve sworn you saw a blush on his cheeks before he turned away from you.

Climbing out of the car, you decided to leave your backpack behind. You’d bring it with you to Jordan’s, that way no one could question that you were studying. Kylo waited at the foot of the porch steps for you, and you quickly caught up with him. When you reached him, he went up the stairs, leaving you to follow behind him into the house.

The Skywalker house was interesting to say the least. There was a mix of all sorts of decorations, clearly souvenirs from different places they’d been. There were also a lot of photos of a lake, and some family photos as well. As you followed Kylo, you couldn’t help but to examine them all, finally deciding to stop at the section of the wall with the most photos.

At the top were a lot of photos of who you assumed were Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker. In all of these photos, Mr. Skywalker had his arm around Mrs. Skywalker, and the two were grinning ear to ear. The only difference in the many photos like this were that each were in a different location, but the joy on their faces remained the same. The next level of photos were the beginning of the family photos. The oldest Skywalkers still had the same joy on their faces, but they were now accompanied by their children, each at three different ages. The photo on the bottom, and eye level to you, warmed your heart. It was a huge family portrait, the oldest Skywalkers sitting down in the center of the photo. On the right side, where Mr. Skywalker was sitting were Kylo’s parents, and Kylo himself. Kylo couldn’t have been older than fourteen, but was still freakishly tall. On the left side, the side of Mrs. Skywalker, was the younger Mr. Skywalker, and beside him a fourteen year old Rey. It was easy to forget that Rey was a part of Kylo’s family. After all, Rey never really claimed him as family, even though she’d been adopted by his uncle.

“That one’s my favorite,” said a voice from behind you. You turned around to see Mr. Skywalker looking at the photos with happiness and reminiscence in his eyes. “I’ve lived a long life, and I’ve done a lot, but I’m most thankful for my family.” You smiled at him, feeling your heart warm even more at his words. You couldn’t really explain it, but you got a very similar level of comfort from Mr. Skywalker that you did from Kylo. It almost felt as if he was your own grandfather.

“Granpa, Gran is looking for you,” came Kylo’s voice as he walked back into the foyer. Mr. Skywalker turned to his grandson, about to say something, but he was cut off.

“Anakin, come help me with the food!” came the voice of Mrs. Skywalker from a distant room. Mr. Skywalker gave you a smile before turning to go to his wife.

For a moment, you and Kylo stood there in silence. You turned to look back at the family photo, and smiled. Kylo came up beside you, crossing his arms.

“I hate that picture. I’m so awkward in it,” he said with a huff. A small frown formed on your face as you examined Kylo in the photo. Yes, he had that early pubescent awkwardness about him, but you found the picture charming. Especially since he was smiling pretty widely.

“I think it’s cute,” you stated, turning to look at Kylo, who looked down at you with a frown. You simply smiled up at him, and eventually his frown faded a little.

“Okay, kids, dinner is ready,” came the voice of Mrs. Skywalker. Kylo indicated for you to follow him once more, and he led you into the dining room.

The table was set with two plates on either side. Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker were already seated next to each other, leaving the other adjacent seats for you and Kylo. The two of you sat down, and you looked down at the plate, breathing in the delicious aroma of the food Mrs. Skywalker prepared. It was a pot roast, and the smells were intoxicating, making your stomach grumble as it remembered how long ago lunch was.

“Thank you for joining us for dinner, (y/n),” Mrs. Skywalker said as all of you started to dig into your food.

“Thank you for inviting me! Your food looks delicious,” you said before taking a bite of a potato.

“My wife is the best cook in all the world,” Mr. Skywalker said with confidence. Mrs. Skywalker lightly pushed at his arm, shaking her head as she let out a chuckle.

“I’m glad you and Be-I mean Kylo are becoming friends again! You’re the kind of friend he needs,” she said before taking a bite of her food. You could almost feel Kylo roll his eyes from beside you. “So, do you have any plans for college?” Of course, a college question. The dreaded dinner table conversation of every high school senior.

“Yeah, I was hoping to go to either Coruscant Central or Hosnian State, but I’m not sure for what, yet,” you admitted, trying not to look down in order to hide the flush in your cheeks. Every adult expected you to have a plan already, and it was a source of stress for you, especially since college had been another thing you’d planned around Shawn.

“That’s okay. You have time to figure out what you want to do,” Mr. Skywalker assured you, which made you feel a little better. It filled you with a sense of relief, since you probably weren’t going to get bombarded with questions of what you enjoyed, and reasons why that should be what you majored in. “So, Kylo, how was your day?”

You could tell Kylo had enjoyed not being the center of attention because as soon as the attention was brought to him, he clenched his fist under the table.

“It was alright. I don’t have too much homework for the weekend,” he answered before continuing to eat his food.

“That’s good. Have you talked to your mother at all?”

A small sigh left Kylo’s lips before he replied. “No.”

There was silence after that, the kind that falls after a touchy subject is discussed. You didn’t know how to react, so you waited for someone else to speak so the air in the room would be a little less heavy.

“Well, if you get good grades on your first report card, we’ll let you invite some friends to the lake house,” Mrs. Skywalker said. Kylo’s head raised, his eyes widened by disbelief.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am. I think even you deserve a little bit of fun, provided you promise to be responsible,” she responded. Kylo’s mood seemed to lift a little after that.

From then on, the small talk continued. Mrs. Skywalker seemed to want to know a lot about you, and even though you were happily enjoying the meal she made, that didn’t mean you didn’t catch the looks she was giving Mr. Skywalker. You wondered if they thought something was between you and Kylo. If so, that meant the two of you wouldn’t have to work hard on that front.

Once dinner was finished, you helped cleaned up, despite how much Mrs. Skywalker insisted you didn’t. As you helped, you could hear Mr. Skywalker and Kylo talking in the other room, but about what, you weren’t entirely sure. As you placed some of the plates into the sink, you felt Mrs. Skywalker place her hand on your shoulder.

“Kylo might seem a little standoffish, but he’s just a little confused. I think someone like you would be good for him,” she said before going back to washing the dishes. So, your questions were now answered. If the two of you were going to “date” soon anyways, where was the harm in playing along.

“I know. I’m just hoping he can pick up on hints,” you said as you helped wash the dishes. You could see Mrs. Skywalker smile out of the corner of your eye.

When all that was done, you and Kylo headed out the front door and down the porch steps. Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker stood at the door, Mr. Skywalker’s arm around his wife’s shoulders, making you think of the photographs.

“Make sure you message one of us before you go to bed,” called Mrs. Skywalker. Kylo simply nodded, and the two of you watched as they went inside.

“He gave me the ‘she’s a good one’ speech,” Kylo said casually as he leaned against the hood of the car.

“Funny, you’re grandmother assured me that you aren’t the emotionless brick wall that people see you as. I think she was trying to hint at something,” you joked. Kylo let out a laugh, and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Go get your stuff, I’ll start the car.”

You did as he said, all but sprinting to your house as the excitement began to build up in you again. You were so ready for this party, you almost couldn’t contain yourself. You opened the door, and headed up the stairs to grab the bag you’d left by your door.

Before you left, your mom gave you the whole spiel again, making sure you knew to message her when you got there, when you went to bed, and when you woke up in the morning. Repeating the same promise that you would at least ten times, she finally gave you a hug and told you to have fun.

When you got outside, you saw Kylo sitting in the car, not paying attention to the fact that you were approaching, and instead swaying along to the music playing in the car. When you opened the car door, he turned to face you with his signature smirk, a fire in his golden eyes. He waited for you to get your seatbelt on before pulling out of the driveway, and making his way out of the neighborhood.

It was about a twenty minute drive to Jordan’s house, in one of the nicer neighborhoods of Mos Eisley, and the whole time the excitement and anxiety started to fill your stomach, creating waves and turns that were starting to make you nauseous. You were so ready to let loose and have fun, something you’d needed desperately recently, but you were still worried about seeming stupid to anyone you hadn’t met yet. However, as Kylo pulled into the driveway that already had a couple of cars in it, you felt all the anxiety fade away, and the excitement was the only thing you could feel, causing you to be restless.

You stared in awe at the house in front of you. You knew you shouldn’t be too surprised, as you were in such a nice neighborhood, but you couldn’t help it. You’d never laid eyes on such a huge and ornate house before. It was almost overwhelming.

“Okay, before we go in, I just want you to know that if you’re uncomfortable at any point, let me know, and I’ll hang around you, okay?” Kylo said, turning to face you.

“Alright. I will let you know if anything happens. I’ll probably stick with either you or Sami anyways,” you said. Kylo simply nodded in response before smiling at you.

“Alright, let’s pop your party cherry.”

The two of you stepped out of the car, and almost instantly, you heard your name being called. You turned to the front door and saw Sami, Phasma, and who you assumed was Jordan based on the way Phasma had her arm resting on her shoulder. Sami ran up to you, drink in hand.

“Hey, let’s go ahead and take that picture for your mom,” Sami said, her words having an extra little pep to them.

“Have you been drinking already?” Kylo asked as Phasma and Jordan approached.

“We only had a shot, but she’s been working on that rum and coke,” Phasma answered. Sami flicked them off before standing beside you, waiting for you to take your phone out. Quickly, you snapped a selfie of you and Sami and sent it to your mom, assuring her you’d made it to “Sami’s house” safe. Once you’d done that, you turned to face Phasma and Jordan.

In short, Jordan was gorgeous. She had dark brown hair that was braided back, and beautiful brown eyes to match. Her face radiated friendliness as she looked you up and down, a smile on her face. Something about her was remarkably familiar to you, but you couldn’t quite place it.

“You must be (y/n)! I’m Jordan,” she said, opening her arms to give you a hug. You hesitantly accepted it, and when you did, her hug was tight. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered,” you admitted as she let you go. You rubbed the nape of your neck as you looked between Sami, Phasma, and Kylo.

“Trust me, you should be. Anyways, come on in, make yourself at home. We’ve got a few people here already, but there’s some more people on their way,” She said as she turned around, leading all of you into her house. “Mom and Dad are away on a trip, so we have the house to ourselves!”

When you got into the house, you noticed there were more than a few people there. There had to be about twenty other people already in the house, a few of them dancing along to the music on the speaker, some sitting on the couch enjoying drinks, and a circle of people with a haze floating over them. One of the people in the circle peeked up as the five of you entered, and got up from his spot, walking over to all of you, carrying the sweet but pungent smell with him.

“Hey Kylo, I was wondering when you’d get here,” the guy said, giving Kylo a half hug, which Kylo half-heartedly returned.

“We had dinner with my grandparents before heading over here, I thought I told you about that,” Kylo responded, frowning slightly. The guy laughed before turning his gaze to you. There was a certain kind of look in his eyes, but you really couldn’t tell what it was, as it changed when he smiled at you.

“I’m guessing you’re (y/n)? Pleasure to finally meet you, I’m Pat,” he introduced himself, holding his hand out for you to shake. You took it, and he shook your hand a little too firmly, but you decided to ignore it. Pat was definitely the stereotypical stoner, his back hunched slightly, and red, shaggy hair covering up most of his hooded green eyes. He was about as tall as Kylo, if you added the inch he lost from slouching.

“Hey Pat, we’re about to do a round, do you want a shot?” Jordan asked as she walked over to the kitchen, soon returning with a bottle of tequila and some shot glasses.

“Hell, why not? What about you guys?” Pat asked, looking around the group for responses. Everyone nodded but you and Kylo, and you felt like a deer in the headlights as everyone seemed to look at you. You felt your heart start to pound, but you took a deep breath, quelling your anxiety before smiling.

“Hell yeah,” you said. Sami smiled widely before grabbing a shot glass from Jordan. Pat turned his gaze back to Kylo, who simply shrugged. Jordan ushered all of you into the dining room, laying all the shot glasses on the table and pouring tequila into each of them. After she filled them, she handed one to each of you.

“Alright. Cheers, lads,” she said, raising her shot glass. You lifted yours in the air along with everyone else, clinking your shot glass against the glasses of others. You hesitated for a second, but then poured the liquid into your mouth, feeling it burn on it’s way down. You had to fight to keep from scrunching your face at the taste in the back of your throat.

“The first one’s always awful,” Kylo said as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “At least it isn’t vodka, that’s more like rubbing alcohol.”

“Alright, let’s get you something tasty,” Sami said before linking your arm with hers and dragging you to the kitchen. You looked back at Kylo, who was laughing at you before turning to face Pat. In the kitchen there was a stack of red cups and a sharpie. Next to the cups were more alcohol bottles than you had ever seen in your entire life. There had to be one of everything there, and it was a little overwhelming. Sami pulled a cup from the stack, and uncapped the sharpie, writing your name onto the cup.

“Trust me, some of these people have horrible ideas of what a mixed drink is. You don’t want to accidentally drink one of theirs. Especially Kylo, he’ll nurse a cup full of Fireball for hours.” Sami stuck her tongue out in disgust, and you wondered if she’d really only had two shots with her rum and coke. Sami then turned to the fridge, where she pulled out pineapple juice. She the procured Malibu from the city of bottles, pouring way too much into the cup with your name on it. When she was satisfied with the amount of liquor, she then began to fill the rest of the cup with the pineapple juice, taking a straw and stirring it before pushing it towards you.

“Drink up! You deserve it,” she said as she came around the island to stand next to you. When she got beside you, she leaned against the counter before taking a sip from her own drink. You shrugged before taking the straw between your lips and drinking the cocktail.You almost expected there to be the same fire you’d gotten with the shot, but instead all you could taste was the heavenly combination of pineapple and coconut, and without hesitation, you drank half of the cup in one go. Sami was laughing from beside you before taking another sip of her own drink.

Pretty soon, you were starting to feel what you could only describe as woozy. You felt a lot lighter than when you’d gotten there, and your thoughts started to tumble around in your brain.

“Where’s Milo and Alan?” you asked, turning to face Sami.

“Oh, Milo’s smoking with Pat and all them, Alan was dancing last I saw him. Milo prefers getting high to drinking anyways, especially since he used to blackout a lot last year,” Sami answered, lightly swaying to the music. “How was dinner?”

“Pretty good, but it’s really obvious that his grandparents want us together,” you admitted before taking another sip. You were also starting to sway with the music subconsciously, matching your swaying with Sami’s.

“Well isn’t that convenient. I didn’t think it would take much to convince them. Apparently it isn’t going to take much to convince the Mos Eisley student body either. The rumor mill is a-turnin’,” Sami said.

“How you mean?” You asked, looking at Sami with your brows raised in confusion.

“Well, one of Shawn’s friends, Jacob, is in my math class, and I overheard him talking about the two of you. Apparently Shawn thinks you were talking to Kylo before you even split up,” Sami disclosed. You felt rage boil up inside of you, and you could think of nothing better to do than take the straw from your cup and chug the rest of your drink.

“He’s one to fucking talk, considering,” you said with a huff, crossing your arms and tapping your foot along to the beat of the music.

“I know. Cheating scumbag. I hope his balls fall off.” You laughed at Sami’s response. Just then, Phasma and Jordan both walked into the kitchen, making their way to the city of bottles for a drink.

“What are you two talking about?” Jordan asked as she grabbed a bottle of Smirnoff, pouring some into her cup.

“Alvarez?” Phasma asked. You and Sami simply nodded. “What happened now?”

Sami explained what the sender had told you and Shawn’s new claims to the two women as they listened attentively. Both of their faces shifted to ones of anger as they listened.

“What a prick. I always hated Alvarez, him and his older brother are pieces of shit,” Jordan said before taking a gulp from her cup.

“Didn’t you date his older brother, Jordan?” Sami asked. Suddenly it clicked.

“Wait, we’ve met before!” You exclaimed, now unable to control the volume of your voice. Jordan gave you a confused look for a moment, but then she too realized.

“Shit, that’s right! That time we all went out to dinner together, what, two years ago? Wild,” Jordan said, her face lighting up as she let out a laugh. “Yeah, fuck Diego Alvarez. He’s got a small dick anyways.” All of you laughed.

“C’mon, let’s go dance,” Sami said before dragging you out of the kitchen with her. You sneaked a peek of outside, and saw that the sun was starting to set, and as you turned to the living room, you realized the amount of people in the house must have doubled since you got here. However, you decided you didn’t give a shit as you joined Sami in the crowd, swaying to the beat of the music. It was the most lighthearted you’d felt in probably your entire life, and you didn’t give a shit about anything as you danced. Somehow, between all the dancing, Sami seemed to keep filling your cup with a different drink each time, and the overall feeling of drunkenness made you feel indestructible. Time seemed like nothing to you, and you just kept dancing with reckless abandon, not caring if anyone saw you or judged you. No, this was your chance to relax, and you were going to take that chance. At least, until your stomach grumbled.

“I’m gonna grab a snack!” You yelled to Sami over the music. She nodded in response, but kept on dancing as you made your way into the kitchen. There were a handful of people in the kitchen, but they were all absorbed in their own conversations, paying you no mind. You examined the different snacks on the counter, unsure of what to eat until your eyes landed on a pan of brownies. Your mouth watered instantly, and you grabbed a pretty big piece, taking a large bite from it and savoring the rich chocolatey taste before shoving the rest in your mouth.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you, I-” Kylo stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you chewing on the brownie, some of the icing that had been on top lingering on your fingers. “Please tell me you didn’t eat a whole one.”

You swallowed what was left of the brownie, and you looked at Kylo with innocent eyes. “Yeah, why?”

Kylo placed the palm of his hand on his forehead before running his fingers through his hair. “(y/n), this is a party with college kids attending. Did you really think they would be plain brownies?”

His words caused realization to dawn on you as you looked to the pan of brownies, and then back at Kylo. Then, without warning, you started laughing. You were laughing so hard, you had doubled over. Of course your dumb ass would accidentally eat pot brownies. You heard Kylo lightly chuckle beside you before grabbing a bottle of water from the counter and handing it to you.

“Here, drink up,” he said. You grabbed the bottle and opened the cap.

“Is this gonna keep me from getting high?” you asked, though as the question left your mouth, you realized how stupid it was.

“No, but it’ll keep you from feeling sick tomorrow morning,” he said. After that, you gulped down the water, only then realizing how dry eating the brownie had left your mouth.

“Come with me, in about thirty minutes, you’re gonna want to sit down,” Kylo said, taking your hand and dragging you along with him. You tried your best to keep up with him, the crowd constantly bumping you around and starting to make you feel really hot. Luckily for you, the two of you were soon at the back door of the house. Once you stepped outside, you saw Jordan sitting on a lawn chair, holding a cigarette in her hand.

“You okay, (y/n)?” She asked. You smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up.

“Better than ever!” Jordan turned to Kylo with a confused look.

“She ate a whole one of Pat’s brownies, so I figured we’d go to the tree house. Are there still blankets up there?” Kylo said. You were only half paying attention, though, as the cool wind brushed across your cheeks, keeping them from getting too warm. It felt much better out here than it did inside.

“No, but I can go grab you guys some. Go ahead and head to the tree house,” Jordan said before she stood up, heading back into the house. Kylo then started leading you down a path into the backyard, which was practically a forest. You stared up at the trees as you passed by them, until you got to some wooden steps. Your eyes followed the steps to look up at a pretty fancy tree house, and your jaw gaped as you continued to stare.

“Alright, I’m gonna let you climb up first, that way I can catch you if you fall, okay?” Kylo said. You nodded in response before walking up the staircase, taking each step slowly, as you thought more and more about the possibility of falling as you ascended. When you made it to the top, you let out a sigh of relief before opening the door to the tree house. Inside, there was a daybed with a couple of pillows next to a window. Across the room from the bed was a flatscreen TV, and a bookshelf full of DVD’s. You walked over to the bookshelf, examining the different movies. You were so caught up in doing so, you didn’t even notice Jordan coming in with blankets and snacks until she spoke.

“Alright, here’s some blankets, and here’s some snacks, cause you know she’s gonna be hungry soon. I also brought some water for cottonmouth. I’m assuming you still have that joint?” she said to Kylo.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go ahead and smoke it while I babysit her. Thanks, Jordan,” he said.

“No problem. Also, (y/n), Sami told me to remind you to text your mom,” Jordan said, turning towards you. You looked up at her, and then pulled out your phone, checking the time. 10:27. Damn, had time passed quickly. You quickly sent a text to your mom, and then you shoved your phone back into your pocket.

“Thanks, Jordan!” you said. She waved a goodbye before she closed the door to the tree house.

Once you and Kylo were alone, you headed over to the daybed, plopping down, laying your head on the pillows. As soon as you did, it almost felt as if your body was merging with the bed itself. Your head didn’t really feel heavy anymore from the alcohol, but almost like it had gotten ten times lighter. You felt like you couldn’t open your eyes more than halfway, and you laughed when you tried to do otherwise.

“I see that shit’s kicking in now,” Kylo said with a laugh. “Leave it to Pat to make extra strong brownies.” Kylo walked over to the bed, blankets in hand. He laid one over you before placing the snacks and water next to you at the edge of the bed on the floor. After that, he sat down next to you, pulling out what looked like a weird cigarette from his pocket. You knew instantly it was the joint Jordan had mentioned. Kylo opened the window slightly before lighting the joint, taking a small drag from it to get it burning just right. You smacked the inside of your mouth, suddenly feeling it become dry, before reaching for the water bottle beside you. Opening up the cap, you sat up, gulping down the water like you hadn’t had water in weeks. Once you closed the bottle back up, you leaned your body against Kylo’s, letting out a sigh as your body seemed to feel heavy against his. As Kylo took another hit from the joint, the smell of the weed filled your senses as he blew out.

“Let me try,” you said, holding out your hand. Kylo let out a laugh before taking another hit.

“I think the fuck not. You already had a brownie, you don’t need a hit from a joint. Maybe another time,” he said, tapping the joint against his finger outside the window before bringing it back up to his lips. You frowned and crossed your arms dramatically.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Kylo asked as he took the bottle of water from your hand, opening it up and finishing the bottle.

“Not right now. I just kinda wanna sit here,” you said, beginning to hum an indistinct tune. There was silence for what felt like an eternity before Kylo let out a soft sigh.

“I heard you and the girls talking in the kitchen earlier,” he confessed before taking another hit of the joint, this one longer than the others. He let out a small cough as he breathed this one out.

Your heart sank a little bit as you realized what he meant. You then leaned over to grab a bag of chips, opening it up and shoving chips into your mouth, choosing not to say anything.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, leaning forward, his elbows resting against his knees. You let out your own sigh.

“Because I didn’t want you doing anything stupid,” you said. “If I told you when I found out, you would have heard me crying, and then you would have decided to take matters into your own hands. You did that a lot when we were kids, too,” you said, remembering a time you’d been bullied, and Kylo had caught you crying about it. Needless to say, the boy that bullied you had a pretty bruised face.

“I guess that makes sense, but it would be no less than what the fucker deserves,” he said, taking another hit from the joint. You wrapped your arms around his, pressing your cheek into his bicep.

“We already have a way to deal with that, though. And trust me, it’s going to be an even worse punishment for Shawn to have to watch us date, that I can guarantee,” you said before laying back down. Kylo took a final hit from the joint before putting it out against the window sill. He then laid beside you, staring at the ceiling.

“Then we shouldn’t keep his punishment waiting,” he said before turning to you with a smirk on his face. You laughed before turning your body to face him.

“Alright then. On Monday, we will officially present ourselves as a couple,” you declared before standing up to go look at the movie selection again. You wobbled as you made your way across the room, and Kylo had to get up in order to help you work the TV and DVD player attached to it.

The two of you decided on a kids movie, but what exactly it was, you hadn’t paid attention to. Once the movie started, and the two of you were settled on the bed, you just started talking about anything and everything before your highness caused you to fall asleep, cuddling up next to Kylo.

#kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo x reader #kylo ren x reader #high school au #anakin and padme get to live the life they deserved

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(未定事件簿) EVENT!「消失的黄金」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: The Lost Gold Translations (Zuo Ran Chapter 2-03: Abandoned Wooden Hut)

“It certainly won't bring the dead back from their eternal slumber, but the living still need to see the truth of the matter.”

*Tears of Themis Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *(y/n) is your name when in direct referral; otherwise referred to as MC. *Last route here we go-

Location: Forest

After resting up, Zuo Ran and I trudged quite another distance through the forest.

We passed by a patch of mudflat by the riverbank. The muddy path took a lot of time and energy to traverse. By the time we managed to get to the Abandoned Wooden Hut hidden deep in the sense forest, it was already noon.

MC: This is where Lin Dahai's father met his misfortune?

Zuo Ran: That's right.

He checked the Location of Lin Dahai's Terminal and found that the other party was also moving in this direction. Thanks to where we landed, we had both been marginally closer to this place than Lin Dahai. Otherwise, we might not have been able to intercept him.

Zuo Ran: He's reaching soon.

Zuo Ran: Let's search this place once before he arrives; maybe there might be clues left behind from that year.

MC: Okay.

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Location: Inside the Abandoned Wooden Hut

And thus, we both did a thorough search of the Wooden Hut.

MC: This house has been abandoned for way too long. There's nothing of value here other than some pieces of rotten wood.

Zuo Ran: I guess we can only say that we don't have any unexpected gains, but don't be discouraged.

We were in the middle of conversation when the sound of footsteps sounded; there was someone approaching the door.

MC: Is he here?

I unconsciously lowered my voice, but Zuo Ran didn't speak, only nodding in response.

The door opened immediately after.

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MC: AHH!!

???: ……!

The moment the door opened, I pretended to be spooked by the sudden intrusion and made an exaggerated jump towards Zuo Ran. He took the hint and put me behind him, shielding me as we both eyed the intruder who had just barged in.

???: You guys are…?

He was about the same height as Zuo Ran and looked to be very masculine and brave; he looked exactly like his photo in the documents. He appeared rather sheepish from the big reaction I had.

???: I apologize for scaring you; I didn't think that there'd be people here.

MC: Don't worry about it, it's not like you did it on purpose anyway.

MC: We weren't expecting anyone to come here either since this place had nothing to do with the hints on the Event's Treasure Map.

Lin Dahai: Well...

MC: Oh yes, what brought you here mister?

He only smiled awkwardly, clearly having been caught off-guard by the question.

Lin Dahai: I'm actually a Reporter, not a Treasure Hunter. I'm not here on this Island seeking the Treasure.

MC: Then what are you…?

Lin Dahai: I'm here to collect material.

Lin Dahai: And what are the two of you doing here…?

Zuo Ran: We're here to Investigate.

Lin Dahai: Investigate?

I turned the Pad around and showed it to him. The words "Great Gold Robbery" were on the cover of the digital file.

Lin Dahai: You guys…

I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing his shocked expression.

Someone who's this transparent with his emotions cannot be someone who wishes to deliberately commit a crime. He still has a chance to turn back.

MC: We're Lawyers who like to look through Old Cases during our free time.

MC: When we got invited to participate in this Event, we heard that there had been homicides on this Island in the past, so we decided to re-investigate it…

Zuo Ran: Speaking of Mr. Journalist, you said you were here to collect material?

Zuo Ran: Are you also here to learn more about the murder that happened in this hut?

Lin Dahai: ……

Lin Dahai: Yes, I'm here for that Case. Um writing a Crime Documentary Report on it.

Lin Dahai: Sorry for not explaining it earlier, I was just afraid of scaring you.

Lin Dahai: Most people tend to shy away from murder cases after all.

MC: I see, so that's why.

MC: By the way, you must have a good understanding of this case if you wish to write a report on it, right?

MC: We've only started researching into it recently and found that even the Police couldn't find much evidence back then.

MC: And then, we were thinking that since there so happens to be a Treasure Hunt Event being held on this Island right now…

MC: There are so many Treasure Hunters up and about now, maybe they'll be able to find clues that they missed back then.

MC: Do you think there'll be any changes to this case if we do find new evidence?

Dong Hechuan: Are you talking about a reversal? I thought only us, people from the Creative Industry would like doing things like that.

He smiled and shook his head, as if sympathizing with our "naivety".

Lin Dahai: But that case was one of internal conflict.

Lin Dahai: No matter how you try to twist it, it'll only be who killed whom first in the act.

Lin Dahai: Besides, all those people are already dead. So something like a reversal would be of no help to them.

MC: …...

Zuo Ran: It certainly won't bring the dead back from their eternal slumber, but the living still need to see the truth of the matter.

Zuo Ran: Mr. Journalist, how about we Investigate together since we have similar goals?

Zuo Ran: We can make up for each other's shortcomings on the case and I'm sure it'll be beneficial for both parties.

Lin Dahai: Thank you, this isn't a bad suggestion at all.

Lin Dahai: It's just that… we're of different professions. I'm afraid our investigation methods and areas of focus are different.

Lin Dahai: Plus, you can just think of it as an occupational habit of mine, but I prefer working alone.

Lin Dahai: I'm sure you must know; us Journalists fight for exclusivity.

MC: But we're not Journalists, so we won't steal your scoop.

MC: And you never know, with more train of thoughts Investigating this case together, maybe we'll come out with even more breakthroughs.

Lin Dahai: Then how about this? Let's have a good talk together about this matter after the Event, when we're on the Cruise Ship back home?

MC: ……

Although he had an easy-going tone, his attitude was terse, as if there was no room for argument.

Zuo Ran: Sure. Let's talk after the Event then.

Zuo Ran had evidently noticed Lin Dahai's wariness and gave up on the plan to go along with him.

Lin Dahai: See you guys later then. I've got other places to check out, so I'll be taking my leave first.

After bidding us farewell, he turned and left the Wooden Hut.

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Previous Part: (Zuo Ran 2-02: Forest Zone) | Next Part: (Zuo Ran 2-04: Deep in the Woods)

#Tears of Themis #Translations #Otome #Mihoyo #未定事件簿 #左然 #Zuo Ran #消失的黄金 #The Lost Gold #Tears of an Event

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Moon Monsters - Chapter 2

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (possible smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: none at this time Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jackson x reader Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: I take zero credit for any of the photos used in these chapters. They are just for visual enhancement for the both of us. Also I did not proofread so good luck. XD

Tagging: @och-ako @kfictionstories @trcvias @justbangtanandjams @lizardsocial @breadcaaat

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Flushed cheeks, half-lidded bedroom eyes, hips swaying to the music. You looked absolutely delectable to Jungkook as he watched you from afar. You.....

His mate.

His inner wolf had been nagging at him ever since Jungkook bumped into you that very first day of your new job. It was like the stars aligned and everything made sense. That’s usually how normal humans described finding their one true love. But for Jungkook......It worked a little differently.

Like any other werewolf, Jungkook is at the mercy of the Moon Goddess. It used to be a myth that she controlled the wolves like her puppets. But the alpha of his back, which happened to be Namjoon, explained that it was just that. A myth. The Moon Goddess helps her pups and guides them down the right path. But she also decides when it is time for her pups to mate.

And that was when Jungkook bumped into you. God you were absolutely stunning that day. Well.....in his eyes, you’re stunning every day. No matter what you’re wearing. You could be wearing sweats and a t-shirt and you’d still look like a goddess yourself. Just thinking about that image caused his inner wolf to perk up.

‘Think about it. How beautiful she would look in your t-shirt and sweats; her belly round and swollen with pups. Your pups.’

“God shut up. It’s all I can do to think straight right now.”

He was enjoying the fantasy of you carrying his offspring.......till trouble showed up.

“Hands off her, Wang.”

The alcohol you had consumed earlier was definitely starting to effect you. Hearing a voice that felt like coming home, you immediately turned around and noticed Jungkook standing there looking furious. In your drunken state, you feared he might be mad at you, but you also wanted to get away from Jackson. With whimpers that were drowned out by the thumping club music, you launched yourself out of one man’s arms and into another.

To anyone else, they wouldn’t have heard you. But Jungkook did and your whimpers broke his heart. His inner wolf reared it’s head and practically begged to be let out so he could rip Jackson a new one. But this was a public place. A very public place. There was no way letting out the wolf was an option right now. So he settled for cradling you to his chest and smoothing down your hair.

“Hey, Miss Korea. Why don’t we go find Small Fry, okay?”

Moving your face just a little from where you were hiding in Kook’s firm chest, you saw a very warm looking Taehyung with that boxy grin that never failed to make you smile. Suddenly letting out girly, drunken giggles, it was as if all was well again as you replied happily,

“Okay!”

Jungkook flashed the male a grateful smile while Taehyung just gave a curt nod as he took your hand and started to dramatically and comically search for their little friend as he was now being labeled. It only made you giggle more. Dear God Jungkook wished he could join you right now. But he had business to take care of.

Jackson was surprisingly still standing there; his erection still very noticeable. All the disgusting possibilities ran through the younger’s mind and he jabbed the inside of his cheek with his tongue; a habit whenever he was thoroughly ticked and fuming.

“She’s off limits, Wang. Leave her alone.”

“Why? She yours or something? I don’t see you imprinting on her. As far as I’m concerned, she’s free real estate.”

That was when all hell broke loose.

One second Jackson was standing and the next, decked clean off his feet. A nice bruise was already starting to form on his cheek as he attempted to pick his half drunken self off the floor. Breathing heavily, Jungkook gritted and bared his teeth as he hissed out in anger,

“You should be ashamed of yourself. The Moon Goddess teaches us to love and respect females. They are beautiful beings who deserve more respect than that. They go through so much pain and yet still put on beautiful smiles that light up the world. They work just as hard as we men do; all the while bearing our pups.”

It really was a lovely speech. But all Jackson did was respond with a roll of his eyes; clearly bored and sporting deaf ears.

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. It’s not like she’s your mate or anything. I can still have her if I want.”

When Jungkook was about to throw another punch, a swift hand quickly came up to stop him and another arm wove around his waist. Looking over with pure rage, the youngest saw that it was none other than Taehyung and immediately simmered down. Gently shaking his head, the older male spoke calmly,

“He’s not worth it, Kook. Come on. I found Jimin. He’s with her now. But she’s getting antsy and asking about you.”

‘You hear that? Your mate is worried and asking for you. We can deal with dirt bag here later. Right now your mate needs you. Go.’

“Right. Let’s go.”

After the whole Jackson fiasco, it was hard for anyone to stay in a bright mood. When a very drunk Jimin found out, he threatened to go punch the male’s lights out but all that got him was another Small Fry jab in the ribs. Jungkook was relieved to see that made you giggle a little behind your hand. God you were so cute when you giggled. Especially when you were drunk. When those giggles started turning into a yawn, the youngest male spoke up casually but loud enough over the music,

“Okay, you love birds. I’m going to take her home. I think someone’s getting sleepy.”

“No I’m nnooooooottt. I’m wide awake. See!”

Kook watched as you clambered off the bar stool to which he had to catch you before you could fall and the next thing he knew, you were staring right into his eyes with wide ones of your own. The look on your face was priceless and he wished he had his phone handy but sadly it was stuck in his back pocket.

“Sure sure. Well you can be wide awake on the drive home, okay?”

“Okay! Let’s go for a ride! Choo Choo! All aboard the Kookie Train!”

“Oh my god I wish I had my phone out.”

“Got you covered, babe.”

Jungkook looked up to see Taehyung recording the whole thing. Wanting to milk this moment for all it was worth, he gently turned you around in his arms and pointed to the male holding his phone up and said as if like a father to his daughter,

“Lookie. Say hi to Taehyung.”

“Hi, Taetae!”

“Oh wait! I wanna say hi too!”

“This is gold. I’m never deleting this. I’ll put it on an external hard drive if I have to.”

Both Taehyung and Jungkook snickered as a very drunken Jimin was hugging a very drunken you. In this moment, the youngest male of the group found his heart thumping but growing soft all at the same time. This was his pack. His family. And one day soon, he’d introduce you to his world. His pack. Because the Moon Goddess wills it so.

Once Taehyung was finished recording his blackmail material, it was time to pry Jimin away from you so that everyone could get home safely and in one piece. But surprisingly enough, getting the two drunks away from each other was quite difficult.

“But she’s so cozy. I don’t wannaaaaaa.”

“You can cuddle up with your girl back home. And if she’s sleeping, I’ll throw you in the cage with the birds. You’re small enough, you’ll fit.”

“Why I oughta!!!”

With the drunken male now completely absorbed in defending his small size, you were left giggling and falling into a very strong pair of arms. Looking up with that same drunken and dreamy smile, you saw a warm and amused looking Jungkook staring down at you.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yep! I drank lots and lots!”

“Yes I can tell. When we get home, we can drink lots and lots of coffee.”

“Ooouuu! Are we gonna have a slumber party at your place???”

“Slumber party at Kookie’s?!?! I wanna go too!”

“You are going home to your mama bird, Small Fry.”

Jungkook was currently trying to get certain thoughts out of his head when Taehyung came up to him and whispered in his ear,

“Let’s get them out of here before I’m tempted to drop Jimin off at the closest dog shelter instead.”

Snickering and now able to think much clearer, the youngest nodded and instead of trying to help you walk through the crowds, he simply hoisted you up into his arms and carried you out bridal style. It wasn’t till outside in the fresh crisp night air that they all realized how stuffy it had been inside the club.

After lots and lots of whining from a certain Small Fry, Taehyung was finally able to maneuver a very wiggly Jimin into the passenger seat of his car. Meanwhile, Jungkook had it much easier for you had fallen asleep within minutes of being carried and cradled in his arms. He handled you like glass as he carefully pulled the seat belt across your body and clicked it in place. Oh how he wanted to......well.....no. That would be taking advantage of you while you were extremely vulnerable. No. He would kiss you on the cheek with your consent. And that was that.

He took his Moon Goddess’s rules very seriously. Unlike someone he knew....

The drive home was uneventful. Truth be told, Jungkook had full intentions of dropping you off at your apartment building and staying with you till he was certain you were going to be okay with only a mild hangover instead of a killer one. But as he slowly pulled up to your building.......something didn’t settle well with him.

‘Is this her den? Tisk tisk. She can’t stay here. I can smell the mold from miles away. It’s not safe or healthy here. You must take her back to our den where we can protect her and keep her safe and healthy.’

Honestly, the young male didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t have a good feeling about the place when he first picked you up. Hell, he had that same uneasy feeling when he first followed you home. Truth be told, he’d been looking for an excuse to get you out of here. So naturally he’d use this as the perfect excuse to take you home with him.

Putting the car into gear again, he started the drive to his own home. Looking over for just a second, he could see where you were still sleeping peacefully. His inner wolf was wagging his tail happily as he too took in the sight of their beautiful and precious mate.

‘The Goddess has blessed us, little one. We must not take her gift for granted.’

Being the youngest of the pack, Jungkook never dreamed that he would find his mate so soon. But here he was driving in his car with some of the most precious cargo he’d ever transport. All he wanted to do was scent you and love all over you. But his inner wolf seemed to have other ideas as images of you waddling around his apartment with a swollen belly and swollen ankles to match popped into his head. Lounging on the couch and bawling over cheesy k-dramas because the hormones were killing you.

“God. Will you stop with the pups. You’re killing me. We haven’t even set her down for the talk yet.”

‘You can’t blame me, little one. Our special week of the month is coming up and you know what that means. She’ll be ovulating and if you think this is hell......you haven’t seen anything yet.’

Groaning out loud, the young male let his head fall back against the head rest of his seat. His heat cycle. With everything going on, he had completely forgotten about that. Good lord his heats were already painful to begin with. Now that he knew about his mate......there was actually an inkling of fear crawling up his spine. What if he became feral and tried to hunt you down and force you to mate with him? What if the separation from you made him sick? He’d have to talk to Namjoon about all of this on Monday. Maybe sooner because time was running out for Jungkook.

Once parked in his designated spot in the parking garage, he got out and carefully closed the driver side door so that he wouldn’t wake you. Lightly jogging around to the other side, he opened the passenger door with just as much caution and worked on getting your seat belt undone. Just then, your head lulled over to where your nose was just lightly brushing his collarbone and the poor boy thought he might die right there. It took all his self control to get you out of the car without throwing you in the back seat and having his way with you.

After moving and wiggling you till you were finally out of the car and back into his arms, he was able to ease the passenger side door closed and locked his car before carrying you towards the entrance of the apartment building. Already he was feeling more at ease with the knowledge that you would be staying with him for the night where he could protect you. He wouldn’t put it past Jackson to try and sniff you out and take you away from your very own home. This way, Jackson wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near you.

Once inside the building, the trip in the elevator was fairly short before he was exiting and walking down the hall. Being careful not to drop you, he fished around for his keys and unlocked the door to his own little cozy den. As his inner wolf liked to call it. Walking through and easing the door closed behind him, the first thing he noticed was how beautiful the city looked all lit up with different colored lights. Sure it was probably a hazard having an entire wall made of nothing but glass but he couldn’t help it. Jungkook was a free spirit and he always wanted to be able to see the city from above. Especially at night time.

But he could admire the night scene later. Right now he needed to get you into bed and resting because you were going to have a killer hangover in the morning. Carrying you down the hallway with ease, he stepped in through his bedroom doorway and carefully set you down on the bed. Good god you looked so perfect. Drunk or not, you looked like you belonged in his bed. Because you did. It was fate. Mother Nature and the Moon Goddess willed this to happen.

However, as delicious as you looked there laying on his bed with your hair fanned out everywhere, he was going to be the gentleman and take care of you in the most innocent way possible. After slipping his own shoes off, he carefully eased your heels off your feet so as not to wake you. It was then that his inner wolf decided to be a snot nosed brat....as usual.

‘You know.....those clothes probably aren’t comfortable to sleep in either....’

“I hate you.”

‘No you don’t.’

With another groan out loud and wiping a hand down his face, Jungkook stood there trying to figure out the best way to get you out of those club clothes without, one, driving himself crazy. And, two, not to wake you and cause an extremely awkward situation. After chewing on his bottom lip till it was flaking, he finally decided it was best just to jump in. Being extremely cautious, he took your clothing off one piece at a time. And soon enough, you were left with only your bra and panties.

“Dear god, shoot me. Put me out of my misery. Please. Someone. Anyone.”

‘Oh stop being dramatic. Just slip one of your t-shirts on her and she’ll be good to go.’

“You just want to see me die, don’t you?”

There was a small pause and the young boy wasn’t sure his inner wolf was going to answer till he suddenly said,

‘Okay so I might be getting a tiny bit of satisfaction out of watching you squirm.’

Glaring out into space, Jungkook huffed through his nose like a typical wolf and walked over to his dresser drawer where he kept his extra large t-shirts. Of course any of them would work but he was being extremely picky and making sure he got one for you that was the most comfortable and least worn out. Just when he had deemed one good enough, he turned around only to see you had....well....moved.

You were now laying on your stomach with your perky bum slightly raised in the air while resting your head on one of his pillows; a small peaceful smile on your face. But no matter how hard he tried to stay focus on that beautiful and innocent smile, his eyes slid down your body to stop at your bum every time. You were nearly in the perfect mating position. Half naked with your tush on full display.

Before he could stop himself, a small but quiet howl of pain filled the room followed by what could only be described as puppy whimpering. If Jungkook’s neighbors didn’t know any better, they would have thought he had recently gotten a puppy from the shelter.

‘Oh stop being a baby and just put the shirt on her.’

With another huff and a childlike pout, the young wolf did as he was told and approached you with caution. If he thought clubbing had exhausted him, exercising all of this self control was what really wore him out. But fortunately he still had some luck on his side for he was able to get the over sized shirt on you and eased you back into the position you were in previously. Before he could be tempted any further, he walked to his closet, grabbed some pillows and a set of pajama pants and t-shirt for himself and was out of the room in a flash.

When it was finally time for you to come back around to the world of the conscious, the first thing you realized was that you’d very much like to remain unconscious. Head pounding, eyes aching, body sore and throbbing, feet feeling like they were swollen. Yeah. Definitely prefer unconscious right now. However, cracking your eyes open, you realized real quick that........this wasn’t your bedroom. This wasn’t your apartment.

So there you laid with a horrible hangover and trying to understand why you weren’t in your apartment. Your recollection of last night was fussy at best. You remembered arriving and having some drinks, obviously. Then there was......Jackson! Fear crawled up your spine as you wondered if this was his place. Had you seriously left with him? Or maybe he kidnapped you? He was awfully persistent. That was when you looked over to the bedside table as your world swayed in front of you. There laid a piece of paper along with two pain pills and a glass of water.

After slowly easing yourself up into a sitting position, you took the two pain pills and downed them with the glass of water and attempted to read what was on the piece of paper. Turns out you were in fact not at Jackson’s, thank goodness, and you were actually at Jungkook’s. That was when you finally started taking everything in. Looking down at yourself, you realized you were no longer in your own clothing aside from your undergarments. Oh lord. That meant.......oh god. Groaning, you let your head fall and the blush was overwhelmingly warm on your face.

Pulling yourself together, you also realized that said male wasn’t in the room. Was this his bedroom or a spare bedroom? Looking around, you quickly confirmed this was in fact the young man’s room. It had Jungkook written all over it. So of course that made you wonder if he had been sleeping in the bed beside you. Looking over, you could tell there was no way he had been in the same bed with you. The wheels in your head started turning and you quickly decided that you wanted to find the living room.

But first, bathroom.

After managing to find the bathroom without any help and taking care of your business, you splashed some water on your face and realized that your makeup had turned into a mess at some point through the night. With no makeup removing materials, it proved to be quite the task to get that crap off without making a complete and total mess of your coworker’s bathroom.

Looking as presentable as you could be with all things considered, you padded out of the bathroom and down the hall which you assumed would lead you out into a very bright living room. Very bright. Like ouch that freaking hurts bright. Squinting and trying to hood your eyes with your hand, you noticed standing by the window or rather a glass wall was none other than Jungkook himself.

Aside from the slight bed head, he looked just as handsome as ever. Standing there leaning against the glass and admiring the early morning sun shining over the city. He was sporting a t-shirt just like you were only he had these simple red and white checkered pajama pants on and dang did he look comfortable. Oh how you’d love to just cuddle up with him on the couch and------wait what????

Maybe you were still drunk?

“Oh! There you are. How are you feeling? Did you find the meds I left for you?”

Face turning flushed pink once more, you smiled sheepishly and nodded timidly. Tucking some of your own somewhat tamed bed head behind your ears, you cleared your throat and spoke up softly,

“I’m pretty embarrassed. Never before have I gotten that drunk. I can’t even remember some things. I didn’t puke all over you or anything, did I?”

Laughing softly while shaking his head, the young male replied while motioning for the couch,

“Ani ani. You held your liquor quite well. Way better than Jimin hyung. In fact, he’s already texted us in our group chat saying the next time we go out, it’s going to be at a dog cafe. Here. Take a seat and rest.”

Giggling as you could totally picture Jimin saying that, you gave a small and slow nod before timidly taking a seat on the couch. It was then that you were quickly reminded of your current attire. Blushing heavily, you glanced over to see Jungkook shyly staring at you too. Swapping bashful smiles, the male cleared his throat and said as casually as he could,

“Speaking of Jimin, he also mentioned something about grabbing lunch with the guys today and having you officially meet his girlfriend along with Tae’s. Would you like that? A girls day out? You know, where you girls can go out and do whatever it is you females do for fun.”

You couldn’t help but snort followed by giggles as you listened to him talk. Such a typical guy. A male who will never understand the female species. Then again. Would females ever understand males? Probably not. Smiling widely and already feeling much better than earlier, you nodded and replied with a joyous tone in your voice,

“Yeah! I’d like that. I don’t have any female friends, really.”

“Well now you do. Come on. I’ll drop you off at your place to wash and change and then we can meet up with them at the mall.”

And with that, the two of you started your day. You waited out in the living room patiently while Jungkook hopped in the shower and made himself presentable. Of course you had simply changed back into your clubbing clothes but knew that it wouldn’t last long since the drive to your apartment was pretty short. Upon seeing the male step back out into the living room, you couldn’t help but smile wider. He always looked so good no matter what he was wearing.

“Ready?”

“Ready!”

Walking out to the parking garage where his car was, you both noticed the sounds of what seemed to be fire trucks. You glanced over at him and noticed he was staring back at you too. Those trucks sounded awfully close. However, it could have been anything but it was never a good thing for a fire truck to be blaring so close to home. Climbing in, you both buckled up and were off onto the streets.

Within five minutes, your heart sunk and you felt like you were going to puke.

The fire trucks were all parked outside the front of your building as it started to collapse on itself with the help of the flames that were trying to engulf it. Fire. It was everywhere. The entire building was up in flames. Fight or flight instincts kicked in and you quickly unbuckled yourself and was flinging yourself out of the car before Jungkook could even put it to a full stop; shouting after you.

“Wait! Stop!”

Fortunately the male was part wolf and could use his speed and strength to his advantage. Within seconds, he had his arms wrapped around your waist and stopping you from going any closer to the burning building. You screamed and thrashed in his arms; exclaiming that you had belongings in there. Belongings that were important and precious to you. Once you had stopped screaming at him, he softly shushed you and held you to his chest as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry, beautiful. I’m so sorry. It’s going to be okay. We’ll fix this. It’s going to be okay.”

His inner wolf howled in pain and it rang in his ears. Dear god this was pure torture seeing you like this. It had tears stinging his own eyes as he held onto you for dear life. You had since then lost all your will to stand and so he had to hold you up as best he could. You just wouldn’t stop sobbing and honestly he couldn’t blame you. He could only imagine what precious items you must have been referring to.

Managing to get you back in his car, the two of you sat there in silence. You were silently crying and he was sitting there trying to figure out how to clean this mess up. It was killing him. So much so that it was hard to think straight. All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and make all this go away so that you’d smile again. Swallowing hard, he suddenly remembered their previous plans and that’s what an idea struck him. Pulling out his phone, he found the contact he was looking for and pressed the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Jiminnie hyung. Have you guys left yet?”

“Nope. Cutie here insists I’m not sober enough yet. I think she just wants to see me choke back black coffee.”

“Look. I’m coming over now. I’ll explain when we get there.”

“W---Okay. Sure. The door will be unlocked. Kook is everything o----”

But the male didn’t give his older brother a chance to finish as his car was already back out on the street and zooming towards their destination; Jimin’s girlfriend’s house. You took one last look at the place you had called home for the last three years before closing your eyes and bawling all the harder as you slumped further into the passenger seat.

“Shhh. It’s okay, beautiful. We’ll fix this. We’ll make everything okay.”

Once arriving, Jungkook looked over to see that you had finally stopped crying but the alternative wasn’t much better. If anything, it was worse. You just sat there staring out into space; thinking only God knows what. Turning the car off, he got out and helped you out and you let him; not having the spirit in you to do it yourself.

However, once Jimin opened the door and saw you standing there, you burst into tears all over again and flung yourself at the small man; clinging to him and sobbing into his shoulder. Meanwhile said man was staring at the younger male with question marks all over his face mouthing ‘What happened?’

But instead of answering the older male out loud, Jungkook simply gave him a look that said he’d explain everything in a minute. It was then that he turned to the cute, petite female standing a few feet away in the living room and he asked softly,

“Mama Bird, could she use your shower and......perhaps borrow a fresh set of clothing?”

Nodding eagerly, the female spoke in a soft, sweet, and motherly tone as she replied,

“Of course, of course. Come on, sweet pea. Let’s get you washed up. You’ll love my shampoo I use. And we’ll pick out a really pretty outfit that will have you feeling good as new.”

With soft whimpers falling from your quivering lips, you allowed the other female to guide you deeper into her cozy home where the bathroom could be found. Lucky for you, the female was quite the literal mama bird. You would be in good hands for the moment.

Once the two females were out of sight, Jungkook sighed heavily and closed the front door behind him before leaning against it and rubbing his face tiredly. Jimin stood there shifting his weight from one foot to the other before he finally cracked under the suspense and asked once more,

“Jungkook, what happened? Did someone die?”

“No......but something tells me they might as well have.”

Just as Jimin was about to nag about the younger beating around the bush and speaking in riddles, the dark haired boy spoke up once more.

“Her apartment was on fire this morning, hyung. The whole building is completely destroyed. I have no idea if anyone was in the building but thank the Moon Goddess she wasn’t.”

When the blonde male gave him a look, he added in brief explanation,

“I took her to my place after last night. I just......my inner wolf told me to. And I can’t really say I wanted to argue. I want her home with me so bad, Jimin. Is this what it feels like for you and Taehyung?”

“Oh yeah. Trust me. That’s why I’ve been staying here at her place. Thankfully she doesn’t mind it. And honestly I could see myself moving in here if we get that far.”

Suddenly one of the colorful birds in the living room spoke up but what came out of his mouth was not what Jungkook was expecting.

“Heehee heehee you’re such an idiot, Jiminnie. But I still love you.”

“Stupid parrot.”

#werewolf!bts #wolf!bts #werewolf!got7 #wolf!got7 #bts #got7 #bts fanfic #got7 fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #bts scenarios #got7 scenarios #s;moonmonsters

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metawitches · 7 years

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“Warning: This show contains feminine subject matter including teenage diaries, breast feeding, tampons, shadow puppets, pantyhose, menstrual cycles, slumber parties, menopause and maxi pads.”

Yep, this show comes with a warning label. Metamaiden and I can’t seem to escape daring female theater this fall, though Girls Only is only edgy if you get squeamish during random conversations about the topics in the warning label. Since the lone guy in the audience, who was sitting next to Metamaiden, left during intermission, I guess the label is warranted. I saw the house manager whispering in his ear before he left, probably warning him about the ramped up female content in the second half.

But, let’s go back to how we ended up at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts, again, walking to a show alongside all of the little Elsas and Annas who were seeing Frozen across the sidewalk.* It was a whirlwind 24 hour overnight trip. Mr Metawitches had decided to go to a Denver concert by Company of Thieves, one of his favorite bands, who are on a reunion tour. Metamaiden and I decided we’d tag along. I’d been eyeing Girls Only on the DCPA website, and this was the perfect opportunity to catch it. More on the concert at the end.**

It was worth the time spent in airports to get there. This was a fabulous, hilarious show!

Girls Only is an improv/variety show written and performed by two Denver artists, Linda Klein and Barbara Gehring. They originated the show in 2008 in Denver, and have been performing it around the country since then. Set in a typical young teenage girl’s bedroom circa the early 80s, the show is loosely organized around readings from the performers’ real teenage diaries. They elaborate on their diary entries with more of their own true life stories, which most women will be able to relate to. The diary sketches alternate with written comedy sketches, short films, a shadow puppet show, song and dance numbers, improv sketches, and audience participation. Because of the changing nature of the improv and audience participation parts, every show will be different.

It’s wacky, warm and wonderful. The focus is on what we as women all have in common, from childhood crushes to menopause. The duo start the show sitting on the bed, underneath a Shaun Cassidy poster, in just their bras and panties, looking through bra catalogs. They bring us into the conversation, mocking the models silly facial expressions and the unrealistic claims made by bra manufacturers.

Gehring and Klein put on more clothes before long, but they’ve allowed us to see their vulnerabilities right from the start, and that, combined with the lack of men in attendance, allows the audience to feel safe and open up. The laughs were loud, long, and well-deserved.

The bedroom set is remarkably well-used by the actors, who are two girls putting on a show, after all. There’s a small video screen on the right, and just enough room in the center of the stage for dance numbers. A closet in the back serves as the dressing room for multiple quick costume changes, and for the inside of the shadow puppet theater. The ladies race back and forth throughout the audience for various improv and audience participation bits, including an impromptu “just because” shower thrown for an audience member, complete with a condom as a shower gift, supplied by the audience.

Another bit involved the required puberty talk in the gym that all 5th/6th grade girls are subjected to. This one was given by two students, wearing the school uniform (see the top right photo). They regaled us with song, dance, cheers, and personalized advice for certain audience members. Some people just won’t listen. 😉

The second half of the show got even racier. My favorite was the craft corner, since I went through menopause myself not long ago. The crafters shared ideas for the pads and tampons we older ladies no longer have a use for, but still have hanging around the house. Examples include: as an eye mask, stuck to shoe bottoms to mop the floor, use a tampon to replace a wine cork (might have to try that one), tampon hanging by its string as a cat toy, decorate a maxi pad with essential oils as a sachet, and tampon turned into an angel Christmas tree ornament (for sale in the lobby after the show- for reals).

For the grand finale, Gehring and Klein put on panty hose. While dancing to the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy from the Nutcracker Suite. In unison. Slowly. It’s a panty hose ballet. It’s a thrilling, exciting adventure, as you wait for the panty hose to run, or for them to realize they’ve pulled the first leg up too far to be able to get the second foot in. If you’ve ever worn panty hose, you know what I mean. This is why the guys can’t be there. I tried to explain to my husband why it was so hilarious, and his eyes glazed over after the first sentence. But the camaraderie in a room full of a couple hundred women was life-giving.

Both women are multi-talented performers, with many years of experience in comedy, improv, writing, and acting. I salute them for appearing in only their underwear, something normal, middle-aged women are discouraged from doing live. These two not only appear nearly naked, they run and sing and dance and are generally goofy, the way anyone would be at a girls-only slumber party. They take us back to the time when we were still (mostly) confident girls, who hadn’t yet learned to worry about how every detail of our appearance and speech would be viewed by men others.

Gehring and Klein work together seamlessly during the improv skits, whether it’s creating and singing a new song during the shower, or discussing items they’ve randomly pulled out of purses borrowed from the audience. They make light of their height difference during the dance numbers, playing it for good-natured laughs.

This show is by and about two good friends sharing some of their girlhood secrets with each other and the audience. The warmth and humor that they feel toward each other and their childhood selves carries through the show and out into the audience. It left me with a happy glow, like I’d just spent an evening with some of my best, silliest, most endearing girlfriends.

Girls Only runs through 10/22/17 at the Galleria Theatre in the Denver Center for the Performing Arts. For information on other shows, visit the Girls Only website. The website also has fun ideas for hosting your own Girls Only night. Here’s a drink recipe and a party game to get you started:

Pink Panties (an audience favorite!) 1 oz. Chambord Fill remainder of flute with Champagne and garnish with a lemon peel.

Pass Your Purse: All ladies should sit in a circle with their purse. Then, everyone pass the purse two people to the left. Look in the purse you received and pull out the most humorous item you find and make up the best reason you can think of for her to be carrying the item around in her handbag. Go around the circle so everyone has a turn.

Then, pass the purses two more people to the left. Reach inside and pull out the one item in the purse that most represents its owner and tell why.

The gals threw special tampons to the audience at the end of the show as party favors. I caught one. It better not mean that I’m the next one to get my period.

*Several were dressed in black. I have an evil sense of humor and find this hysterical. (If you don’t understand why, you must not have slogged through my Frozen reviews. I wasn’t happy with the way Elsa and Anna’s character’s were weakened in the adaptation.)

**Mr Metawitches is secretly the coolest member of the family and a music snob. He’s been a fan of the alt rock band Company of Thieves since 2009. This was his 4th time seeing them, in 4 different cities on both sides of the country. He says the band was energetic enough to power a city. They’re still awesome and even more intense than they were back then. Here’s a photo of the lead singer, Genevieve Schatz.

Girls Only photos from the Girls Only website, except the programs photo, which is by Metawitches

Girls Only: The Secret Comedy of Women (Denver) Review "Warning: This show contains feminine subject matter including teenage diaries, breast feeding, tampons, shadow puppets, pantyhose, menstrual cycles, slumber parties, menopause and maxi pads."

#Barbara Gehring #cabaret #Company of Thieves #denver center for the performing arts #Girls Only: The Secret Comedy of Women #improv #Linda Klein #metacrone #review

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believe-that-you-can-my-friend · 7 years

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This is long and I don’t even know why! :P It has a lot of Bughead’s friends, a lot of Reggie (cause I love the guy), Archie’s birthday party for Jughead, many smutty mentions and it turns a tad steamy at the end! Thank you so much to the both of you for your lovely words, darlings!! I hope all of you enjoy! <3

“Alright, I know that with Jason’s current RIP situation my question could be considered blasphemous, but I’m so dying to ask, no pun intended. How fiery was the Blossom ginger in bed after all, P?” Veronica smirked foxily, her attention solemnly focused on perfecting the burgundy nail polish on her toes.

“I’m still in the room you know.” Cheryl’s voice came cold and annoyed from behind her, the redhead beauty dropping dramatically the Vogue magazine she was reading on her bare legs that seemed to go for miles on the beige sofa she was occupying. The brunette just shot her a look over her shoulder.

“Well, nobody invited you in this room to begin with.” Sarcasm and New York attitude mixed in a perfect combination, Veronica knew how to push the bottoms of her frenemy like a pro.

Cheryl just scoffed, her attention going back to an article about belts and pricey pashminas, Veronica mouthed a ‘thank you’ in mockery and Betty let a soundless chuckle. The night was indeed going to be fun.

It was a night filled with giggles and girly banter inside the Lodges’ luxurious apartment at the Pembrooke. After seeing Polly’s utter happiness at the baby shower, the older girl just longing to have her sister and friends close after spending years in the solitude of that god-forsaken place her mother had forced her into, the gatherings of the three girls, along with party-crasher Cheryl, were frequent and very much enjoyed by all to say the truth. Alice Cooper was starting to get a tad more lenient too, seeing as Betty was standing her ground and dreading the possibility of losing both her daughters, so tonight Betty Cooper had an allowance slip to spend the night at Veronica’s for a much needed and ridiculously girly slumber party.

The apartment’s spacious living room was transformed so only the beige sofa was in its original place but with comfy mattresses laid in front of it and covered with a sea of colorful puffy pillows and warm knitted blankets and duvets, creating a cozy huge bed for all the girls to rest on. The Lodge women had gone all out with the food too; colorful cupcakes and any flavor milkshakes, chocolate donuts, all kinds of sweets and candies, salty treats, pop-corns, nachos, you name it. There was even a large plate of chocolate brownies exclusively for Polly, since they were her favorite and she was always craving them now that she was expecting. Betty felt eternally grateful for what Veronica and her mom were doing for her sister. Of course they had helped themselves to everything while watching a couple of classic rom-coms, the light entertainment making them forget the crazy world they were living in and actually have a laugh, and now that Hermione had retired to her own room for the night, the girls found the opportunity to move on to the most cliché part of the night; beauty and boys talk.

“C’mon, don’t be shy with me now Polly Cooper, I need to know!” Veronica urged on the blushing teen who was across her, resting comfortably back surrounded by a ridiculous amount of pillows, and pinched her ankle lightly, making her giggle. “I’ve seen pictures; he was a total smock show! Was he offering a spectacular show in the bedroom too?” she burst out laughing at her own words and Polly joined along with Betty, who was lying on her elbows next to Veronica, peeking through a photo album and munching some pastel blue marshmallows.

“He was amazing.” The girl finally cracked in a naughty whisper, sending the two girls in front of her in a shrieking round of giggles. “We had this real chemistry, you know? It was intense and loving at the same time.” She went on to explain with a lovely smile, missing him terribly.

Cheryl’s groan of discomfort and inappropriate jealousy made them all three roll their eyes in amusement.

“Ugh, that chemistry thing must be a real deal and it sucks that I’m missing out.” Veronica flinched in annoyance, blowing on her nails. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I had plenty and awesome sex back in New York” she shot the Cooper sisters a smug grin “but being with somebody that makes your head spinning just by his presence alone sounds pretty orgasmic tbh.” She sighed in disappointment.

Betty let an equal sigh but hers was blissful, while biting another marshmallow. “Yeah, it is.” A small smile creeped on her rosy lips as the feeling of Jughead’s soft lips came to her mind.

“Like you’d know.” Cheryl shot her down apathetically, turning another page of her magazine. “All you and creeper Jones do is reenact CSI and keeping it PG; lame.”

The blonde frowned in offence. “Not that it’s any of your business, but we are not doing only that.”

“Oh c’mon, Betts! Yeah, Cheryl is the epitome of dramatic, but a little reality check here?” Veronica abandoned the nail polish to the side, adjusting her silver nightie to sit cross-legged and face her best friend. “You’re dating now what, nearly two months, and the only physical contact is the hand holding and simple pecks. You are sixteen, not six.” The brunette said cleverly.

Betty opened her mouth to reply, a blush rising on her cheeks due to embarrassment but also slight irritation. What she and Jughead had was special, unique. They might not have been as typical as their perpetually horny peers but they had that intensity, that need for each other and their presence, even if that was still expressed with loving, small kisses and simple, innocent touches. They were something more than just sex and that made Betty’s heart race even more.

“That’s us. We like it that way.” She laconically stated, not wanting to spare more details because she was sure they wouldn’t understand.

“Which roughly translates into you being a prude and him probably hiding the fact that he lacks in size.” The redhead replied tactless and with her usual bitchy tone, joining the circle of girls on the floor too, intrigued by the new topic of conversation.

“We are not lacking in anything.” Betty threw back stubbornly, sitting up annoyed now and sending a deathly glare to Cheryl.

“Don’t you, like, need to push him on the nearest wall or, I don’t know, make out shamelessly with him until there’s no oxygen left in your lungs?” Veronica wandered with a sexual glint in her chocolate eyes.

“My lungs are left without oxygen every time I see him passing by or smile at me.” Betty shrugged in a girly manner, a lopsided lovely smirk decorating her lips at the thought despite her irritation towards her friends. They just rolled their eyes, brushing her off, thinking that the idea of true love without any sexual undertones was idealistic and overrated. “And we do kiss more and make out when we are alone, it just happens that we actually talk and communicate like normal people do too.” She spat in defense at their impolite behavior.

Veronica just turned to Polly, desperately trying to prove herself right. “When did Jason make a move to even unbutton your blouse?”

The girl in question blushed and smiled shyly, her answer colored by girly appreciation. “Third date.”

“And when did you make a move to take off his shirt?” the brunette went on with a naughty smile of her own.

“Same night. We ended up making out all night long in your wine cellar at Thornhill.” Polly smiled cheekily at Veronica and Cheryl, the first girl gasping a laugh and the second letting a disgusted, vomiting sound.

“See?” Veronica turned to Betty with a look of triumph. “And that’s your sister speaking, not me or Cheryl.” She pointed out and Betty’s eyes went to Polly who just nodded reluctantly, as if to agree with the female majority of the room.

The blonde curled her arms defensively over her white and turquoise stripped pajama shirt. “There is a lot of thigh caressing and-and neck kisses!” she shared stubbornly, not quite understanding why she felt the need to justify her relationship and its value to anyone. “I even had a small hickey on my collarbone last week, you saw that!” Betty offered in a high pitched voice upon seeing them unconvinced.

“Wow, B, raunchy indeed.” Veronica replied deadpanned, Cheryl snorting besides her in equal boredom. “I get that it’s the first time for the both of you and taking it slow is acceptable but we’re talking about turtle pace slow here!” she insisted in exasperation, Betty feeling uneasy under her scrutinizing gaze. “Plus, you know, slow is good but fast is way better.” The sexual innuendo and her naughty smirk made Cheryl and Polly laugh loudly along with her, the blonde girl across them flinching and pulling the sleeves of her pajama awkwardly.

“Can you stop already? Jug and I are fine, end of discussion.” She shook her head, upset at their ongoing laughter.

“Trust me, Betty Draper, make your move or else he’ll be snatched by someone that’s not afraid to get her knees a little dirty, if you know what I mean.” Cheryl threw her fiery tresses over her shoulder in her usual snobbish manner. “I hear Jughead Jones has become quite the eye candy amongst the River Vixens lately.” She grimaced in appreciation, Veronica doing the same next to her.

Betty shrunk to a smaller size, her insecurities kicking in with every small comment that came out of Cheryl Blossom’s full lips. Maybe she was wrong, maybe she indeed was a prude after all, maybe she needed to do something or worse, maybe she wasn’t attractive enough in that way. Seriously, that must be it.

Polly must have sensed her inner panic attack. “Alright, there’s no need to think all the negative scenarios now, okay? Maybe they aren’t ready yet and that’s fine, Betty, truly.” She smiled warmly at her sister and the younger Cooper offered her a small smile back, thankful for her intervention. “And if you want to ask anything or just talk, we are here okay? I am here.” She assured her, like she always did when they were kids and Betty was scared of the dark, squeezing her hand affectionately.

“Yeah, first rule of Polly Cooper’s erotic handbook: Always double check condom dates.” Veronica teased and burst out laughing, Cheryl joining her too and Polly threw a pillow at them while Betty smiled, a little too fake for it to restore her previous mood.

“Is it really mandatory for me to be present at this thing?”

“Well, seeing as it is your birthday party, I think yes.”

“No, it’s your house party.”

“Yes, but for your birthday.”

“But in your house.”

“Jughead! Enough; we’re throwing you a party and that’s final!”

Jughead’s growl of discomfort echoed loudly inside the otherwise empty student lounge, the raven haired boy slouching on the red couch at the center of it, long legs resting on the coffee table in front of him and Crime and Punishment opened pages-first on his lap. His best friend was lying equally lazily on the armchair next to him, poking his phone and sending Facebook invites to pretty much every one on their year, inviting them to the first party of the season. Fred Andrews was going to be out of town for the weekend, inspecting a new construction site at Greendale and, since Jughead’s birthday happened to be on Saturday, Archie thought it would be an amazing idea to throw a birthday party for his best friend and now roommate. Needless to say, Jughead hated the idea with passion.

“My last birthday party was when I was ten and you and I tried to finish a giant triple chocolate birthday cake in one sitting.” They had both ended up in the hospital that evening from an allergic reaction due to sugar overdose. Jughead never regretted eating the chocolate goodness but then again having his birthday in a hospital bed throwing his guts out and nearly fainting was not an experience he wanted to relive. “Think how well that turned out and stop now.” He tried to snatch the phone out of his hands but Archie dodged him quickly, his athletic reflexes strong and efficient, kicking Jughead’s boot with his converse over the table.

“It’s done now. Everyone is invited over at ten.” The redhead sent him a smug grin, locking his phone and burying it in his pocket.

Jughead sighed in despair, eyes flattering in irritation. “I really don’t wanna spend an evening with numerous bottles of vodka walking around in human form.” He complained with his usual sarcasm, sinking more into the couch. “If, and I say if, anyone actually comes to this thing.” He didn’t think any of his classmates would be very eager to come celebrate the birthday of Jughead Jones III.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Cole Sear, if it wasn’t for my man Andrews and the free booze we wouldn’t care less about your baby birthday candles.” Reggie, the only other student inside the small room, who all this time occupied another couch at the very corner, nose buried in his phone that vibrated from some action game noises, interfered with his usual bitterness regarding anything Jughead Jones.

Jughead rolled his eyes and mouthed a “told you” to Archie who just shook his head, indicating for his best friend to not pay him any attention.

“Didn’t see you in your room last night.” He then went on, changing the subject.

“Is lacking observation one of your character flaws too now?” the other boy teased him with a side smirk, Archie smirking a little back with a scoff.

“My eyes are fine, thank you very much. I woke up to pee and saw your door open. Your bed was messy, as always, but you weren’t there.” Archie raised an eyebrow, amused at his friend’s behavior.

Shit.

The wheels in Jughead head turned in lightning speed; he wasn’t very careful with his sneaking out yesterday as it seemed. “Um, I-I was just, you know—” he tried to find an excuse but Archie cut his stuttering short.

“You were at Betty’s, weren’t you?” he gave him a naughty smirk, enjoying so much the fact that he was the one teasing him about girls for the first time. Jughead opened his mouth to object, faint blush on his ears and all, but Archie didn’t let him. “Don’t even try to lie, my room is opposite hers. I’ve seen you sneaking up her room a million times before.” His grin became even smugger, if possible.

Jughead sought help from the abandoned book on his lap, bringing it up to pretend that he went back to reading, only to just have something to seal his face from Archie’s pleased one. He cleared his throat uneasily. “I…Yeah, I might have gone over for a while…” there was no point in denying it actually.

“You sneaky bastard!” Archie laughed loudly, kicking his sole again, earning a side glance from his grumpy friend. “How long has this been going on?”

“Since we started like…seeing each other.” Jughead’s words were hesitant, him twitching nervously on the couch. “It’s nothing, we just talk and stuff.” Talk and stuff, great Jughead, there goes your eloquence and your affluent vocabulary, just by a simple mention of Betty Cooper.

“Oh please, I’m not my dad, stop bullshiting me!” the ginger boy scoffed. “I don’t want details for obvious reasons but is it good?” his eyes shined with boyish curiosity about the sacred world of sex.

“Is what good?” Jughead rumbled back in total oblivion.

Archie fixed him an ‘are you kidding me’ glare. “Are you really going to pretend that everything is just cool and casual between you two?” he stopped abruptly when he saw his friend shaking his head in confusion. “You two are like doing it, right?” he hesitated by asked.

“No, we are not.” Jughead replied in a blink, a tad embarrassed and offended.

“WHAT?!” two voices exclaimed in disbelief, Archie sitting up straight and Reggie dropping his phone to open his arms in exasperation.

“I don’t understand your surprised and, bottom line inappropriate, reaction.” Jughead sat up too, fixing his flannel over his t-shirt with a deep frown just to occupy himself with something.

“I told you!” Reggie shot up from his seat to join the two boys, pointing a finger at Archie. “I told you that all Barbie doll and Ken-Ken here do is play house and eat maple syrup only on pancakes at Pop’s.”

Jughead frowned more at Reggie’s incoherent sentence. “Seriously, Arch? Are we locker room gossip now?” he turned to his friend offended.

“Dude, you’re the couple of the month; everyone is talking about the two of you!” Archie defended himself. “Are you being serious about the whole ‘not doing it’ thing?” it was impossible for his mind to grasp it.

“Yes!” he groaned.

“And what do you do? Snoop around police files, break into mental facilities and discuss clues?” Archie wondered with narrowed eyes and a face of utter confusion and slight disgust.

“Pretty much…” Jughead nodded with a thinking expression.

“Jesus Christ, I knew you were retarded, Count Orlok, but this level of freakiness? I am truly impressed.” Reggie shrugged in appreciation, taking a seat next to Jughead who eyed him uncomfortably. “Do you get turned on like that?” he wanted to know with genuine curiosity.

“What-No!” Jughead snapped his eyes shut in embarrassment. “Me and Betty are different, we…we take our time.” He nodded to himself, slouching back, not really liking being the center of the conversation.

“Is this what she wants?” Archie tried to understand the situation, figuring that Betty was the one not ready yet.

“Not really… Both, I think… We haven’t really discussed anything of that kind…” he started stuttering again, eyes darting nervously around the room.

“Well then, make a move!” Reggie urged him on. “What kind of couple are you without getting down and dirty?” he smirked naughtily and sent a wink to Archie.

“A real one.” Jughead shot back deadpanned, raising his eyebrows cleverly. He and Betty weren’t just physical. They were bounded by heart and that was the most important thing for him and he hoped for her too.

“Seriously man, intimacy” Jughead raised his eyebrows again in surprise at the use of the word from his friend, Archie sending him a glare to drop it “is going to bring you closer, make what you have stronger. I mean, don’t you want to know what it feels like? What it’s like being with her in every way?” he wondered more secretively.

To say that he never thought about any of that would be a lie. Jughead always knew that he was in love with her but since they had started growing closer and trying out this thing between them, something had awaken in him, something he never felt before towards any woman. He liked touching her, liked having her flat against his chest, liked her lips, the feel of her hair, her full of promises female curves. Taking it to another level was something that excited him but he would rather take his time than rush into something that maybe both of them weren’t ready to experience yet.

“I do…” he answered to his friend and hesitated. “I just… I don’t know.” He huffed defeated, running a palm over his face. Maybe they were right?

“Man… I don’t get you; both of you.” Reggie went on, dropping back on the couch. “First you, Archie, you turned her down. Now you, Marilyn Manson, have her but insist on keeping it all vanilla and clean… I mean if I had Betty, mmm” he hummed in delight “the things I would do to those lips… And those legs, dude—” he bit his lip with a dreamy stare.

“Say another word and you’ll see the things I will do to this disrespectful face of yours.” Jughead lashed forward in a jealous range, Archie’s hand coming to grab his shoulder to restrict him and Reggie rising his arms up in surrender, still maintaining his teasing smirk though.

Kevin’s head popped from the doorway right on time, searching for something or someone but smiled upon seeing his friends. “Two jocks and a loner, well, isn’t it the start of yet another cliché 90s movie?” he teased them while walking further inside to join them. “What are we talking about?” his eyes glinted with curiosity.

“My love life.” Jughead flinched at his words and dropped back on the couch with his usual broody, ‘so done with the world’ attitude.

“Or lack therefor.” Reggie butted in cleverly, earning two side glares from Jughead and Archie.

“Oh, same old.” Kevin waved a hand dismissively, bored already with the topic. “As if we didn’t know already that Betty and Jughead are even more boring than any amateur porn clip ever made.” Reggie laughed loudly at that, giving him a thumps up.

“Alright, I will not stay here to endure any more of this invasion of my, or Betty’s for that matter, private life.” He got up annoyed, gathering his belongings with urgent, angry movements. “Find something more significant than gossip to fill up the void of your dull lives, will you?” Jughead threw to their faces, because he was angry and angry Jughead was not a filtered Jughead. Luckily for him his friends just chuckled soundless at his outburst, trying to hide their amusement behind ridiculous grimaces, as he stomped to the door.

“Hey, Jughead” Reggie said his name for the first time, the boy in question actually rising his eyebrows in surprise and alarm and turning to face him “try to relieve some tension with Betty Boop, okay? It seems like your right hand doesn’t help much anymore.” And with that he was out the door with a fuming growl, still hearing the roaring male laughter of his friends at his shameful condition as he turned left to head to the Blue & Gold for some much needed peace and quiet. Something that was impossible since their words still clung at the back of his head all day long.

Saturday night came rather quickly much to Jughead’s dislike and apparently everyone came, much to his dislike again. The party was now in full swing with sweaty bodies packed inside the now open area of the Andrews’ living room, chatting and mingling and dancing to some vulgar R&B whereas others were occupying the hallway or the kitchen, all of them armed with red plastic cups filled with alcohol.

Although grumpy as always, Jughead felt like he was enjoying himself a little. Having a house party and acting like a normal teenager was indeed refreshing, not to mention that his friends were all gathered together, plus the chocolate with Oreo cookies frosting birthday cake that Betty had made for him was heavenly delicious. But the highlight of the evening was one and only again; Betty Cooper in her whole glory, walking around with a dress that should have been considered illegal.

He rested back at the kitchen counter staring at her, absentmindedly swaying the cup of soda in his right hand. She was chatting with Veronica and some girls from the cheerleading squad and stealing shy glances from him, her face beaming with happiness. Her make-up was light as usual but with the Seduce Scarlet shade she, and secretly Jughead too, loved on her lips and her golden hair down in loose waves, grazing her bare collarbones that her off-shoulder dress left uncovered. It was a great dress, Jughead noted for the millionth time that night with a gulp; a little under her mid-thigh, form fitting and a seductive burgundy and his eyes had nearly dropped off their sockets upon seeing her entering the house all smiles and strawberry perfume hours ago to help them deal with last minute preparations. He honestly didn’t know where to look; her delicious collarbones, her sinfully pointed-out curves, her legs that went on for miles on a pair of medium high beige heeled sandals, her eyes that shined in joy every time she looked at him through the crowd of people. Without a doubt she was the most stunningly beautiful girl in the room. And she was his.

“We’re trying desperately to find some booty to tap and Ozzy Osbourne here has a so-called girlfriend and still stands back like an idiot, drinking alone. Man, life is so unfair.” Reggie Mantle’s characteristic voice brought him out of his reverie and Jughead inhaled deeply with closed eyes to suppress the annoyance that he felt just by the douche’s presence alone. What was his deal with him lately anyway?

“Maybe you should reconsider your astonishing choice of words, Reggie.” Jughead snapped back in his apathetic manner, taking a sip from his virgin drink.

“Or maybe you should reconsider your life choices, Freaky Friday.” He offered back cleverly, resting back on the counter next him, both of them now watching the party from afar. “Look at her.” Reggie pointed at Betty that was now laughing at something Tea shouted over the music. “She put on that pretty little dress, which definitely doesn’t belong to Ms. America, fight me all you want on that, just for you and you just sit here and stare! You are humiliating the whole male population right at this very moment!” he groaned in exasperation, not believing that somebody was that bump not to jump face first at such opportunity.

Reggie had a valid point; Jughead knew that Betty was putting an effort to impress him tonight. The dress might still have been of her taste and elegance, not too revealing or skin tight, but then again it wasn’t something she would buy at a normal trip to the mall. He appreciated that and, truth be told, there was a small discomfort in his pants whenever his eyes dropped to her killer legs or to her firm behind, swaying seductively as she cheerfully wandered around.

Archie and Kevin marched inside the kitchen too, the two boys laughing at something and being drenched with sweat, quickly heading for a refill of their drinks from the numerous liquor bottles on the kitchen island.

“Now that’s an odd combo of people.” Kevin commented upon spotting Jughead and Reggie slouching at the corner together, Archie raising a curious eyebrow next to him while sipping from his beer.

“Take him away, he’s annoying.” Jughead whined.

“I’m just trying to knock some sense into his air-filled head. Quick question, gentlemen.” Reggie turned to face them, intrigued to prove himself right. “Do you think that our sweet little Betty wants to seduce this stupid idiot tonight, yes or no?”

“Of course!”

“Absolutely!”

They said in unison with equal clever expressions and Jughead dropped his head back with a groan.

“Dude seriously, stop pulling a Mr. Darcy!” Kevin complained, tired with his friends’ cat and mouse game. “She wants it, she’s just being subtle about it but the dress can’t lie. It screams Veronica and we all know our friendly New Yorker means anything but innocent.” His lips formed a smug grin and Reggie exclaimed a satisfied ‘I knew it’, punching Kevin on the shoulder in a bro manner, the boy stumbling back with a painful expression.

“Alright, listen to me.” Archie walked to his friend, resting an encouraging hand on his shoulder. “There is a party; inhibitions are low, adrenaline is in the air… When is there gonna be a better time to make your move?” his voice was just an echo at the back of Jughead’s head, the boy being caught in a dilemma. His body was telling him hell yes but there was something holding him back; fear, nerves, cowardice? He didn’t know. What he truly knew though was that Betty looked sinfully irresistible that night and every guy in the room could see it.

The girls from the cheerleading team walked away from the two best friends to join a group of jocks playing beer pong whereas Veronica twirled Betty under her arm, before grabbing her hips to move her to the beat, the blonde beauty giggling shyly but hesitantly moving her hips to the way Veronica guided her. Her eyes connected with his again; he smiled, she bit her lip.

“Dude, seriously, go! She’s so ready!” Reggie shook his shoulder urgently, having caught the exchange between the couple, Jughead squirming away from his grasp annoyed and frowning like a five year old. “Take one for the team.” He used bro talk, like that would even work in Jughead’s case.

“He’s not even in the team.” Kevin narrowed his eyes at Reggie’s goofiness, the latter just elbowing him to shut up.

“GO!” the three boys finally exclaimed in exasperation, being so done with him and his tactic of beating around the bush.

“OKAY!” Jughead yelled in the same tone of voice, annoyed and angry at his friends but mostly at him and his ridiculous self and his now sweaty palms. Suddenly the room felt a little too warm, like it was suffocating him.

“Here.” Reggie took something out of the pocket of his jeans and slipped it in the front pocket of Jughead’s, the boy looking down in confusion and then snapping his head back at him in horror, upon realizing that he had just given him a condom. “Now, go make her scream.” He fixed his flannel and Archie pushed him forward by his shoulder with a smug smirk, Jughead tripping over his long limps, dizzy and disorientated by Reggie’s unusual behavior and what he was about to do. Why did it matter so much to his all those years tormentor if he got laid? And most importantly, was he seriously going to get laid?

Holy shit.

Back at the living room, the two dancing girls kept enjoying the beat of the pop song that blasted through the speakers. After some minutes of awkward swaying, Betty had found her footing and the much needed confidence to dance next to someone as gorgeous as Veronica and she was actually having a blast. Betty loved dancing and she was good at it. Maybe not in a ‘make people stop and stare’ way but she definitely got moves and she definitely knew how to work her hips, now even putting a bigger show as she knew her boyfriend’s eyes were on her back. She felt excited at the simple naughtiness of the thought that maybe he was getting excited by looking at her acting her like just any other girl her age.

“Poor boy, he doesn’t seem able to even blink away from your goodies Betty Cooper.” Veronica giggled naughtily, pushing her hair back and checking at the boys in the kitchen over Betty’s shoulder.

“Really?” the blonde exclaimed in disbelief.

“Duh! He just stands there and gawks!” she chuckled lightly at his misery. “Not that I blame him; the dress looks smocking on you, B, I was right about it.” She smiled widely in satisfaction that she was yet again right.

Betty creeped over her shoulder to catch a small glimpse of him, indeed looking at her with that intensity in his baby blue eyes. “I don’t know, he always looks at me like that.”

“Well, if that’s true, let’s push him to the breaking point.” She winked subtly at her and grabbed her hips, making their bodies move seductively and in sync over the beat.

Betty knew what her best friend was doing; she wasn’t that much naïve as everybody thought she was. She knew that Veronica hadn’t suggested for all of them to get ready at Pembrooke just for more added girls’ fun nor had she insisted on Betty trying on the very dress she was wearing now just because she thought the color would look good on her, subtly pestering her to abandon her choice of outfit, consisting of a silk camisole and some mini but still modest skirt. Betty knew Veronica was trying to light the fire between Betty and her boyfriend. The blonde girl didn’t know if this was going to work but, even though she felt out of her element, she had put on the dress. One, because it made her feel powerful and two, because Jughead’s expression upon seeing her all dressed up for him was totally worth her nervously shaky legs.

Now the brunette just wanted to perfect her devious little plan. In her opinion, Betty and Jughead wanted just a small push in the right direction and Veronica Lodge was more than willing and able to help. So she rolled her hips in coordination with her best friend’s and laced her arms behind her neck, her pointer beckoning the raven haired boy over with a foxy look from her chocolate orbs when she saw him stumble awkwardly out of the kitchen.

“He’s coming over. Go get him, vixen.” The brunette whispered to Betty’s ear and the girl panicked a little, only for Veronica to give her a reassuring smile as she danced backwards and away from her to get lost in the sea of dancing teenagers.

Betty turned around with a dashing smile. That seemed to ease his nerves a little. “Hey there, birthday boy.” She purred sweetly, lacing her hands behind his neck. “Came over to dance the night away?” she teased him.

Jughead smiled at her, leaning down to close his own arms around her waist. “You know that I don’t dance.”

“Too bad.” She pouted adorably and he couldn’t help but chuckle, even though he could feel himself sweating all through his shirt. And was his heart beating this fast before?

“I missed you tonight.” Jughead whispered against her lips, hating the fact that all those people kept them occupied and not with each other.

“Yeah, me too.” Betty sighed, rubbing her forehead against his. “Let’s go upstairs for a little bit. I could use some piece and quite with you.” Her heart was thudding like crazy against her chest and she was sure her cheeks were flushed at this point, let alone her legs that felt wobbly and unsure. But, nervous or not, she had made her mind.

Jughead gulped at that; okay it was really happening, don’t freak out please. The room was even more suffocating him now, her perfume was making him dizzy and the curve of her body against his was driving him crazy. As if she sensed his nervousness, she chinned up and placed a small, sweet peck on his lips, Jughead deepening it to his own surprise, the need to feel more of her suddenly overwhelming, and if it wasn’t for her pulling back after a while he would still be there, lost in time and space. She smiled again and brushed a thump lightly over his lips to wipe away the red lipstick she left behind and he chuckled breathlessly, before their eyes connected in a silent agreement and she took his hand to pull him behind her. He felt like he was in a sauna now, sweat and nerves in knots over his stiff body, and he brought a hand to undo one button of his flannel for a desperate need for air.

“Get it, Jones!” he heard Reggie howl over the loud commotion of people and music from his spot still inside the kitchen, as the jock watched them head to the stairs, and a lump appeared in his throat now too, making his throat dry and his long limps even more uncooperative than usual.

Betty walked them down the hallway of the second floor and reached the spare bedroom that now belonged to him, pulling him inside with a shy smile, leaving him to close the door behind them. He watched her walk to the mahogany dresser and leave her empty red cup there, before turning to face him with an anxious but still beautiful smile.

A famous hit from The Weeknd – Starboy, if his minimum knowledge in contemporary music wasn’t failing him – started playing from downstairs, sending the teens in a wave of loud cheering that faintly vibrated to where they were standing. Jughead started laughing.

“What?” Betty asked with an adorable confused smirk on her lightly smudged lips.

“I’m having a house party for my birthday, vulgar R&B is playing and I’m getting lured into a dark bedroom by a model-like girl. When did my life become a crappy CW teen drama?” He exhaled the breath he was holding all this time and slouched back against the door, eyes shining with adrenaline and something else, something he didn’t even know how to describe. His hands nervously went to his pockets and his left one came in contact with the metallic package of the condom, sending his nerves on overdrive once again. Was this happening for real? Will he be any good?

Betty chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “You forgot to mention that this so-called model-like girl is also a cheerleader.” She walked slowly to him, circling her arms around his neck again, both of them smirking at each other. “Plus, you actually look pretty damn hot for a heartthrob teen actor.” The girl murmured the compliment against his lips sexily, feeling his large palms caress down her back to her waist before cheekily resting on her butt.

“I’ll make a poster of my ridiculously charming face for you to put it on your bedroom wall.” He teased her back with a smirk, relishing to the feeling of her pressed against him.

“What’s the use when I can have the real thing whenever I want?” Betty sighed in desperation and ended their conversation, leaning forward to join their lips in a heated battle for dominance, both of them needing to go hard and fast. He felt her arch her back to have him closer and he inhaled heavily, rising in his full height and grabbing her cheeks to force her lips more on his demanding ones, wet smacking sounds filling the room and making them dizzy. He started walking and pushing her backwards, Betty clawing his shoulders to find her footing as he was making her unsteady, until her knees found the edge of his twin bed.

She lay back down, pulling him by his flannel on top of her, their lips disconnecting with a soft gasp as they collided with the mattress. He captured her lips again with heated urgency, her squirming underneath him to move them to the center of the bed, feeling his whole weight on top of her and kissing him back with equal frenzy. Their lips were nibbling and sucking, soft sighs leaving her lips, and he started to pant, as their clothed chests were rubbing deliciously against each other and one of his legs was between hers, hitching up and making her dress rise up her tanned thighs. One of his hands got buried into her golden tresses, closing a fist around them and angling her head to smother her with more feverish kisses, Jughead moaning lightly when she sucked wetly on his down lip and then he almost came right here and there as she sucked on his tongue, long and sensually, like how she would suck another part of his. He felt a growl rip through his chest, foreign and primal, and his hips involuntarily bucked against the inside of her bare thigh, his jeans getting tighter by the minute. How they had gone from zero to one hundred in a matter of minutes was incomprehensible to him.

“Do you want that?” he pulled back to whisper breathlessly, his voice raspy and deep, and took a minute to look at her with her closed eyes, swollen lips, disheveled hair and misplaced dress; she looked thoroughly sinful and he was losing his mind, fast. His head dropped to her neck, spreading wet, open-mouthed kisses all over the soft skin and Betty’s sighs became louder, especially when he started paying attention on her pulse point. Proudly, he left the mark of his lips there as a badge of honor and well-deserved “stay away” sign to Reggie Mantle.

“Only if you do too.” The worlds trembled through a needy sigh as her hands caressed from the back of his neck to get buried inside his hair, effectively pushing his beanie off to drop next to them on the bed, and Jughead nodded against her skin, breathing loudly against the hollow of her neck before licking a trail from her left collarbone to her right.

“I don’t know what to do” he exhaled a deep manly breath, upon coming up to face her, digging his fingers in her hipbones “but I wanna do more.” He confessed, needy and desperate, and she just nodded, pushing his face down on hers again to steal his breath away with her lascivious lips, her off-white nails grazing his scalp and fisting his hair, wanting to have him as close as possible.

Her hips started to rub down against his thigh and he took that as a sign that it was time to start doing more things. Jughead trailed kisses down her jaw and settled on the other side of her neck, his palms coming to caress from her thighs up her sides and then her bare shoulders and collarbones until his fingertips dipped slightly under the hem of her dress. He pulled back for permission and he saw her nodding while biting her lip, her fingers anxiously fidgeting with the material of his flannel on his elbows. Jughead gulped audibly; he was about to see breasts, even so Betty’s breasts, for the first time in his life.

He lowered the material with shaky fingers and heavy breathing, until it was just skin and elegant white lace, the color of innocence contradicting with the color of fire she previously had on. Her breasts were pushed up deliciously, round curves tantalizing his teenage mind and creating a mental imagine that he was sure was going to occupy his wet dreams from now on, and he just gulped again not knowing what to do. He only just stared shamelessly, feeling himself panting and growing inside his jeans but being completely clueless as to how to proceed.

Lucky for him, Betty found a little confidence in her and regarding the look of admiration and boyish attraction he was giving her, she rose off the mattress lightly. Without breaking eye contact, she unhooked her bra and pushed it hesitantly to the side and to the floor, the undergarment useless anymore. She laid back and waited for his approval, dreading from the inside the rejection she always got to experience regarding boys, trying her best to put a brave face and not let her insecurities show.

For Jughead, she was the most beautiful sight his eyes had been ever blessed to witness. His Adam’s apple bobbed upon dropping his head to take a proper look at the round mounds, full, heavy and with dark pink nipples perky and erect already under his ministrations and his gaze. One of his hands caressed from her stomach up until his fingers reached the soft flesh and their pads run over the hard peak, hearing Betty taking a sharp intake of breath and roll her head back at the foreign sensation. Good, that was good, he mentally noted.

He brought his other hand up too and started fondling the soft flesh with no sweet or innocent moves but experimenting with massaging them and groping them urgently and flicking the hard bundles of nerves, loving the little sounds she was making and the way her body arched to meet his hands. One of her own hands covered his and squeezed her breast hard, indicating for him to use more pressure, before her lips opened wide and she whined loudly, him growling at this new side of Betty and dropping on top of her to shove his tongue inside her inviting mouth. But as the kiss grew fast and messy and his hands kept exploring with harsh, inexperienced movements along with the hungry rubbing of their hips, something snapped inside him.

Suddenly he could hear everything and not just her delicious sighs or desperate whines. Jughead could hear the crickets outside, the hollowing of the wind, the buzzing from the people downstairs, the loud bass vibrating through the walls, the giggling of people in the next room, probably in the same position as them, the scratchy noise of his jeans against her dress, the bed lightly creaking underneath them. But most importantly he could feel his left pocket getting heavier and heavier, the condom inside it making his chest rise and fall with anxiety this time.

His palms became sweaty, his breathing uneven and he couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the heavy feeling he had low on his stomach. The room was suffocating him once again but this time he couldn’t even breathe. What were they doing? Were they really going to lose their virginity hastily at a party so for Reggie and any other jock to hang a metal of masculinity around his neck and the label of ‘easy fuck’ around hers? Because even though he hated labels and she did too, that was high school and high school meant unfair gossip and anachronistic beliefs that boys were boys and girls were just sluts. Suddenly he felt sick; sick at the image of them letting other people control their lives and criticize how they were going to live it. They deserved better than that; she deserved better than that.

A loud commotion of voices started downstairs, the door of Archie’s room next to his opened and closed with loud thuds, some faint moaning was coming from Fred’s master bedroom, girls were giggling outside the bathroom. Jughead felt her stiffen underneath him, slightly a tad less urgent that she was at the beginning, and he took that as an opportunity to stop and pull back, palms still covering her breasts.

“Juggie, are you ok?” Betty’s green eyes, although filled with sexual arousal, looked up at him with concern, a hand coming to caress his cheek affectionately.

“I’m sorry, Betty, I…” he hesitated, feeling ashamed that he was yet again going to be not enough for her. “I can’t.” he sighed a loud defeated sigh before he snapped his eyes open in alarm. “I want to, and badly if I might add, but here with all these people and with everything going around I just—” the words died on his lips and he waited for the disappointment in her eyes or pity or anger but nothing like that happened.

“I love you, you know that by now right?” she assured him lovingly, her thump caressing his cheekbone in affection. “And either we have sex now or tomorrow or next week or next month or even year I will still love you like I do now; unconditionally and endlessly.” Betty confessed with all honestly and he exhaled the breath he was holding all this time, dropping his hands from her breasts to rest on her sides, his semi buttoned flannel coming to cover them.

“I’m sorry, it’s just doesn’t feel right. I want this to be something special, like the kind of special we are, you know?” he tried to explain with a sigh. “It didn’t feel right.” He mumbled again.

“I know.” Betty sighed too, running her fingers up his scalp, messing his hair. “I didn’t feel that must comfortable too to be honest.” She admitted in a smaller voice, biting her lip unsure.

Jughead’s eyes snapped up to hers. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you stop me?”

“I guess I wanted to get this over with? I know that’s lame and unacceptable but the girls kept saying—” she gasped as his pointer came to her lips to shush her.

“No one and I say no one, not the girls not your sister not your mother not anyone else has the right to interfere in your life and show you how to live it. It’s your own damn choice, Betts, your own body for that matter and you should let people know when they are crossing a line, myself included. Always.” Jughead told her with determination, hating the fact that she felt the need to prove anything to anyone.

“You are right.” She nodded in agreement, feeling embarrassed and a tad stupid for letting people like Cheryl get under her skin. “It wasn’t that I didn’t want it to happen with you…” she wanted to let him know that she desired him that way, that in another time and place she wouldn’t think twice before giving her whole to him.

“Believe me, I get the feeling.” He gave her a small smirk and grounded his still painful hard on more on her thigh to offer his solid proof, Betty blushing and biting her lip at the butterflies the action erupted in her stomach. “And I was brainwashed by peers too.” She looked at him in disbelief. “Shocker for me but yeah. And the worst part is that when I say peers I mean mostly Reggie.” He admitted with a sigh of regret.

“Reggie? Seriously?” Betty exclaimed incredulously. “Why does Reggie care about our relationship?”

“I honestly don’t wanna know. And I promise no more hanging out with Reggie; he brings a fuckboy side out of me and I feel repulsed by it.” Jughead frowned in disgust.

Betty giggled light. “You’re way too affectionate and well-read to be a fuckboy.” She assured with and leaned up to peck his lips slowly, him sighing into the kiss and burying his fingers into her hair.

“I love you.” He whispered lovingly to her, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.

“I love you too, Juggie.” She whispered with an equal tone, smiling blissfully with her eyes closed. “So what do we do now?” Betty frowned up to him, not really sure if she was ready to go down and face the ridiculous questions of her friends.

“How about we lock this door and we do a Scream marathon? You know put in use my brand new TV and DVD player that Fred kindly bought me as a gift?” his eyes shined with excitement and gratitude towards the man that opened his house and his arms for him to find shelter. “I even have snacks stored because, well, that’s me and I can give you a t-shirt to change or something ‘cause even though I love this dress on you, it seems highly uncomfortable.” He scanned the garment with a boyish clueless expression, making Betty chuckle before pecking his lips playfully.

“Sounds like a plan to me!” she agreed with a wide smile. “But what about the others? They’ll think that we…” she raised her eyebrows to send her message across.

“What? Are having hours-long, mind-blowing sex? Fine, let them think that.” Jughead shrugged without a care in the world. “No more worrying about what other people think of us; we know where we stand and what we have and that’s not gonna change.” Jughead assured her looking at her eyes with determination and utter love for her. “Plus, that’s not entirely a lie since a) I saw the most amazing pair of breasts today” Betty rolled her eyes at that, blushing “and b) when we start having sex, believe me, it will be hours long and mind-blowing every time.” He spoke against her lips in what seemed a sexy whisper.

“How can you be so sure?” Betty whispered back, biting his down lip lightly and hearing him gasp.

“Because we are us, babe. And us together is perfect.”

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Episode Recrap of "The Bachelor Party"

Season 3, Episode 4 - February 6, 2017

From TV Guide;"Jeremy's bachelor party and Jinger's bachelorette affair bring together friends and family after weeks of wedding planning. Meanwhile, Jessa and Ben learn the gender of baby No. 2; and Derick goes back to his alma mater, Oklahoma State University to reprise his role as the school's mascot, Pistol Pete." In other words...another boring bachelor party, another ultrasound not done by a doctor, and again Derick goes back to his alma mater. I'm already bored.

1. Sex Party: The episode begins at the Jim Bob owned house that he allows Benessa and Spud to live in. Actually, it's grandma Mary's house but I'm pretty sure Jim Bob has taken control over most of his mother's assets by now. He just allows her to keep the properties in her name. Anyway, Ben explains they are getting ready to go to an "ultrasound place" to get a cute 3D photo and find out the sex of the baby without actually having to see a real doctor. Jana and Joy beg to go along to find out the sex. The producers ask Benessa why they want to keep the baby's sex secret and Jessa says, "To torture everyone. Just kidding". They say it's just fun. I think it's more fun if they don't even find out and are surprised at the birth just like in the olden days they so love and want to drag us all back to kicking and screaming.

2. Pity Party: The producers ask the kidults what they think Jessa is going to have, beyond just another brainwashed fundie. Most think it's going to be a boy. Jill surprisingly says, "I think Derick says he thought maybe they're having a girl so I said I'm gonna pick what he picks because he's always right, I'm always wrong." Well, Derick isn't always right. Jessa had a boy. Actually, from what I read on his social media, he's almost always wrong. Jill, you need to tell Derick to shove it if he is making your feel that you're always wrong about dumb shit like this. Mental and emotional abuse is not okay.

3. Party At The Convent: Jeremy's back in town to "party" with the Duggars and friends. On their way to the airport, Jeremy and Jinger have a fourteen year old brother chaperoning them. Horny fourteen year old boys are great at suppressing sexual urges in others. (sarcasm) Josh was fourteen when he started his incestuous molestation criminal spree. Maybe they should hire a nun to follow these courting couples around. One smack with a ruler to the crotch and no birth control will ever be needed. Jeremy's bachelor party will consist of playing golf. He has no interest in running around and partying. That already put him behind bars a few years ago. Lesson learned. Jessa's bachelorette party will consist of jewelry making. She says they don't drink or dance...neither do I....but jewelry making?! Ick! That's something preteen girls do at a slumber party.

4. Duggar Dinner Party: Jeremy's friends meet the numerous Duggars at the tin mansion. Jim Bob shows up from wherever he's been to appear in this scene. I was starting to think he had been shipped off to Christian rehab. After dinner, the friends and other kidults go off to participate in an escape room adventure. This might be the most secular and interesting thing they've ever participated in. They are sure to fail.

5. Escape Room Party: For some reason, it's guys against girls. The guys piddle around and end up dying. Then the girls enter. It doesn't start well when one of the girls walks in and says, "Oh wow! It's a kinda room!" The fun starts right away when they begin breaking the furniture in the escape room. They know TLC will pay for the damage. In the end, the girls got further along in the game than the guys but they also died in the pretend volcanic eruption. I wonder if the producers helped them along a bit to try to show that these uneducated girls are smart and the educated (some of the guys) are dumb losers as a way to push the fundies' lame agenda that people don't need to have an education in order to be saved from exploding volcanoes. I beg to differ.

6. Golf Party: Jeremy comes to the golf course dressed in knickers. He's out to "intimidate". I'm wondering why none of the Duggar brothers were invited to golf or did they just choose not to go. Is golfing on the same par as dancing? Pun intended. What happens after the first lousy tee off is something from the Three Stooges. I'm just feeling blessed that Jim Bob didn't go on this trip and hump someone as he did on the minigolf course. I'm also feeling blessed that Derick didn't puke on the green. The producers ask the Duggars to describe certain golf terms and again they all embarrass themselves but I thought I would never see the day where I would rather hear Ben speak than Derick. There is something seriously wrong with that dude. Jessa describes a putter as "It's a special task like a little dude who runs around and grabs your balls." My first laugh of this episode. Maybe for the season. Yes Jessa, It's a little dude who grabs balls. Josh is now working as a putter in his spare time. I guess the producers and the Duggars think it's funny to have them answer questions that they have no clue how to answer. I think most of us just groan at them about how they enjoy exploiting their own ignorance.

7. Jewelry Party: Make me a noose necklace. They are making jewelry that the bridesmaids will wear at the wedding. Michelle and the older girls are there as well as Josie. I'm sure Josie was thrown into this scene to again push their anti-abortion agenda because she was a survivor of an abortion. If the Duggars succeed in making it illegal for women like Michelle to stop a pregnancy due to medical emergencies then children like Josie and her mommy will die. We all have to hope the Duggars never succeed in overturning anything but a golf cart. Be truly pro-life! The jewelry topic soon turns to first kisses which gives them the opportunity to show old clips of other weddings. Joy talks about missing Jinger when she moves. She says Jinger does all the grocery shopping and all of the laundry. What the heck does Michelle do is the age-old question. I know! She spends her time researching Bible verses that are about how to guilt your children into being your slaves.

8. Party of Fools: Back at Jill and Derick's mansion witch is really Jim Bob's mansion, Jill is letting Izzy drink cold tomato sauce out of a can with a straw. Of all my years working with children, I have never heard of anyone allowing a child to drink tomato sauce. It is too acidic and full of salt and sugar. Jill says it's Izzy's favorite snack. Later we find out that Derick's dad died of long term complications from having high blood pressure. That alone is a great reason to keep his grandson away from high sodium products. Jill and Derick need to attend parenting classes fast! Derjill are going to OSU again! To be Pistol Pete, again! They're taking grandma Cathy this time. Derick reminisces about his father who was also Pistol Pete. Time to play, The Duggars are Idiots game! The producer asks them, "What is homecoming." The Duggars are absolutely clueless and proud of it. Jeremiah finally admits, "We're homeschooled. We don't know what that is." They don't know much about nothing.

9. The Party's Over: After the parade and terrifying Izzy with the Pistol Pete costume the family heads to the university to walk down memory lane. We have learned in this episode that Derick has little mind of his own. He took up the same sports as his dad. He went to the same college as his dad. He became Pistol Pete like his dad. I'm surprised he didn't become a cop like his dad. Jill then breaks a commandment by lying. She says her parents have said that after finishing homeschool high school that her siblings can choose to go to college. BULL PUCKY! Jill has said in the past that she wanted to go to college to become an RN but her parents said no. They instead encouraged her to take online classes to become a barely a midwife. Josh had long talked about becoming a lawyer and that never happened. Joseph went for one year to get some useless Bible certificate at a Christian college but that was not really getting a college education. The Duggar kids are brainwashed from birth to not even think about college. They think it's Satan's playground plus they're too cheap and people are easier to control when they have less education. Jill, stop breaking commandments and tell the truth. Stop covering up for your parents' crazy beliefs. The Dillards then visit Derick's old dorm and tell the story of Rick Dillard's death which brings this episode to a grinding halt. The party is definitely over.

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Helpless (Part 4)

Plot/storyline: You knew that getting a job at Hamilton: An American Musical as an ensemble member would be challenging. You didn’t mean to fall for Lin and now it’s just another part of your life you need to fight to keep in control.

Disclaimer: I’ve had experience backstage and onstage during musicals and plays so i know kind of what I’m talking about and the rest is made up. I don’t know what kind of work gets put into a broadway musical and by no means trying to make it seem easy cause show biz is super hard. Also I’m pretending that the obc is still together at this time.

UPDATE: this is like a day late but yeah school is slightly an issue. I think I will pst the next fic chapter on Monday and after that it will be like every Friday. I’ve just planned this fic series to maybe like ten chapters. The others might be longer but i t really depends how creative I feel that day but because i do both drama and film in high school I’m normally like out of creativity by week 2 of school.

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* Just going to say that you guys should just assume that I’m going to swear in every fic cause I’m a horrible human being

You didn’t know it was possible to laugh as much as you did that night. Everything about the slumber party was perfect. From the company, to the good food and the silly games that you were playing. It seemed like you had finally found a bunch of friends that would really stick. You guys had already put on the facemarks and you were all sitting down about to play a game of truth or dare. “Alright, here’s the event in our friendship that determines if we will be friends forever. Truth or Dare”, said Jasmine excitedly. “For some reason I don’t think that this is that serious Jas”. “Oh yes it is, it determines the weak from the brave. Are you going to cop out and take a truth instead of doing a dare. Hmmmmmmm????? “

“I guess you’re about to find out”, you said with a grin on your face. “Ok, rules. The dare can not be physically endangering to anyone here. The questions you ask must also be somewhat sensible and shouldn’t be anything too dark and embarrassing. Although, if you tell the most embarrassing story tonight I’ll make sure to give you an extra bottle of wine”. She was such a lively talk that it was almost impossible to not laugh or smile at whatever she was saying. “Alright, alright, let’s start. Well, cause we’re celebrating Y/Ns broadway debut, it would only be fare foe her to ask the first question”. Said Pippa in a calming voice. “Yes I do have a good one. Ok, Jas, Truth or Dare?” “Dare, duh.” “Alright, hm… I dare you to lick anyone in this rooms armpit”. “Huh, easy. Aren’t you even gonna try to challenge me”. “I’m not finished. I want you to send it to Anthony with out any context”. Jas turned over to look at Pippa and before she could register what was happening she had lifted her arm and had her camera out ready to take the photo. A squeal of complaint came out of Pippa’s mouth but by then Jas had already taken the photo and sent it to Ant.

What they didn’t realise was that Ant had sent back a text telling Jas that the guys were only a few minutes away from the apartment and were going to swing by. She smiled down at her phone and told them to hurry up before quickly turning it off and turning around to face Y/N. “Done. Ok, my turn. Y/N, truth or dare?” “Truth, obviously.” “Ok, What are your feelings about Lin?” “ Well I don’t know, he’s a great guy, talent and kind I’m sure you guys already know this”. “Yeah but do you LIIIIiiiiiKKKKkkkkkkeeeEEEEEE him”, said Pippa over enthusiastically. “ Well, I mean, he’s a great guy whats not to like? ” Before you could continue making a fool of yourself you guys all turned around to hear a loud thud on the front door.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, we have some guests visiting us.” Jasmine wriggled her eyes at you and before you could ask who was at the door you saw the door open and a red faced Lin stumble into the room followed by Oak, Daveed and Anthony. You didn’t even have time to get mad at Jas. You were in your mismatching pyjamas, wearing a green face mask and had some questionably oily hair. Yup, the universe was out to get you. You were so focused on mentally trying to laser eye Jas that you didn’t notice Daveed sitting next to you and putting hi arm around you.

“Well, aren’t you just the prettiest Elpheba around”, and with that you busted out laughing and you were back to your normal idiot loving self. Something about Daveed always got you laughing and you were always able to be yourself around him. You got up to wash off your face mask and headed over to the bathroom so you could wash it off privately. You had just finished getting the final residue of the lush face mask off your face when you saw Lin standing at the doorway and gave a stated shriek.

“God, you and Daveed need a fucking a bell around you so I know when you guys are about to sneak up on me”. “Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to..” You cut him off before he could continue to ramble on in his usual cute way, “Lin, it’s ok. Do you need to use the bathroom?” “No, I just, I wanted to say you were really good tonight. I mean you’re like always really good at performing but yeah you were like amazing today. I just wanted to say that and not have like the others tease me for like complimenting you. Um, anyway, I just wanted to say that Phillipa is going to be taking a little break next week so you’ll be filling in for Eliza those day. Yeah, but, you were really good tonight and I know you’ll be great as Eliza”.

“Oh my god, I’M GOING TO BE FILLING FOR ELIZA NEXT WEEK!!! This is the best news I’ve heard since I’ve been cast. Holy crap”. You jump up and down and pull Lin into a hug. In that moment you feel like you’re unstoppable. All of these amazing things were happening in your life and you felt as if you were on a non stop. You pulled away to see Lin smiling as you with a slight blush on his face. His arms were wrapped around you when you heard Daveed creep up behind you guys”.

“Well, I sure hope that I didn’t interrupt anything”. Lin pulled away from you before he started to nervously babble, “No, I was just congratulating Y/N on her debut. I also told her about her playing Eliza, ok well, um yeah good job Y/N, I’m gonna go join the others”.

You watched Lin walk off before you turned to stare at Daveed, “you’re a jerk you know that right”. “Uh, come on wounding your best friend isn’t exactly the nicest thing to do on a night like this is it. Dont think you’re going to get out of explaining this. but we should join the others before they think were doing something less than appropriate”. He said wriggling his eyebrows.

“ Yup, you’re a fucking jerk”.

You walk back to the kitchen with Daveeds arm around you and a smile on your face.

#lol this is late #here ya go kids #this took me a legitimate like 5 hours cause I was not feeling the creativity today #and I wrote this ove like three days #woooooooo #writing #lin x reader #fic #slow burn #hamilfic #ded #rekt

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Fortunately making a whiplash injuries compensation claim making use of the lawyers at Guaranteed Compensation is actually incredibly simple. We do all the effort and handle the legitimate paperwork while keeping you up-to-date with the progress every step in the way.

Once you’ve given a call, we will go over the details of your particular case so you have got to explain how the crash happened and what the injuries are. Photos and medical evidence is actually helpful when we present your claim towards third party.

Our solicitors is fine on your claim, using your evidence as well as medical reports to build the ideal case for compensation towards other side. We will use all our experience and also industry knowledge to negotiate the absolute maximum compensation for you.

Once we’ve received an offer from the third party insurers we’ll consult you about if you should accept or if we need to continue the claim. Some people prefer to take a younger offer and others want to fight on.

Once an offer continues to be accepted and we’ve received your money from the insurers, we’ll send which you cheque immediately for your compensation amount and because we provide a no-win no-fee ensure, on the very extraordinary occasion we don’t win your case then you certainly have no financial possibility whatsoever.

How Long To create a Whiplash Claim?

There aren’t many lawyers that can settle instances as quickly as Guaranteed Compensation while still recovering the absolute maximum possible in compensation. Our lawyers are among the perfect in the industry as well as we were recently graded 4th in england for lawyer productivity and top of all the specialist personal injury businesses.

We have settled whiplash claims within a couple weeks but some more complex cases may take several months. We aim to get you the most money within the shortest time as young children and can it’s important to help you in relation to recovery. Our specialist legal team will be able to give you an indication of the length of time your whiplash claim will take when you’re through the specific details of your case with these people.

How Much Can I Claim?

It’s always worth chatting with one of our qualified solicitors as you’re likely to be entitled to thousands of pounds in damages. The average whiplash injury can be assigned a figure of around £1000-£2000 but more dangerous injuries with long term implications could be settled for tens of thousands of pounds.

We represented one consumer whose car was struck with a combine harvester whilst they was stationary at a few traffic lights. He suffered soft tissue injuries on the neck (whiplash), and the onset of angina attributable to the stress of the actual accident. He was left with discomfort and pain for over a yr. Our legal team negotiated 51% greater than the first insurer offer and in the end settled for £5, 000 within damages.

Why Use a solicitor?

It is advisable to train on a law firm when creating your claim otherwise you’ll be on a multi-million or even multi-billion pound international insurance company yourself with no qualified appropriate representation. We see many cases where injured people are persuaded to settle for a lot of times less than their claim is very worth because they haven’t taken legal advice.

So contact us today if you wish to know more about creating a claim. There is no obligation to claim around and one of our lawyers will meet with you for free concerning your whiplash injury, or another personal injury you’ve encountered

Why Choose Our Accidental injuries Solicitors?

If you are planning on filing a car crash compensation claim, and you should, it is always a good idea to have a solicitor representing you for several reasons.

First and principal, with a solicitor with you, the car insurance company won’t be so quick to tempt you with a dismal settlement in exchange for dismissing the situation.

Many car insurance firms make their money off coercing accident victims into entering a simple settlement instead of dragging the case in court. While this may seem like a good offer at the time, the truth is, what they offer may very well be far lower than what you are entitled to and what you will eventually get should you file an accident compensation claim.

The Law Society itself had a website that explains why should you think twice about accepting the 1st offer you’re made.

Another reason for hiring a personal injury solicitor is that they are experienced and will know just how to present your event and what factors relating to the presentation so you get the highest compensation probable.

With decades of practical knowledge in personal injury claims including car accidents and whiplash claims, our own solicitors are experts throughout No Win-No Fee claims. Besides our excellent reputation for the expertise we are an attorney that cares about our clients and supply a service that is an awesome experience.

We provide any prospects a free initial consultation where they will receive confidential legal advice around the injury claim that you wish to pursue, with absolutely absolutely no obligation to assign ones claim to us.

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How To Claim Whiplash Injury Compensation After A Car Accident In Dinton

Ways To Claim Whiplash Injury Compensation After A Motor Accident In Dinton

020 3600 0324

Whiplash is suffered by a huge selection of road accident victims daily. If it happens to you, the law says you’re entitled compensation

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Many folks don’t realise the severity of whiplash and also the impact it leaves on someone’s life.

There really are a number of different ways to experience this elusive injury. A few can leave you feeling the pain for days to weeks, others months, and some never really disappear completely.

What is whiplash?

What is the Most Typical Cause of Whiplash?

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There are numerous ways to you can suffer a whiplash injury, but car accident is the most typical

What are the Symptoms?

Stiffness in the neck- soreness and difficulty moving the actual neck, especially when trying to show the head aside.

Blurred vision- a not enough sharpness of vision leading to the inability to see fine detail.

Headaches- a tightening about the head and neck, and then aches.

Lower back pain- any pain relating to the bottom of your ribcage down to the top of your legs.

Dizziness- a sensation of spinning and losing one’s balance.

Ringing inside the ears (tinnitus)

Sleep agitations

Irritability

Tingling or numbness within the arms

Difficulty concentrating

Give us a call today on: 020 3600 0324 to find out how much you could be entitled to.

How to treat whiplash?

The time does whiplash last?

Whiplash generally only lasts a short time, but can last regarding green year in severe situations.

What is the regular whiplash payout?

There are many factors which are taken into consideration when whiplash compensation has calculated.

Looking to claim?

In order to know how Guaranteed Compensation will help you, call: 020 3600 0324 now to see steps to start your personal injury claim

Whiplash Compensation – An all-inclusive Guide

There are many questions around claiming compensation. This guide is to help let you know your rights and the options you need to claim whiplash.

Neck discomfort.

Back pain.

Dizziness.

Headaches.

Difficulty slumbering.

Arm or leg pain/ pain.

Read our guide to claiming for the motorcycle accident.

How Should I Make a Whiplash Compensation Claim?

How Long To create a Whiplash Claim?

How Much Can I Claim?

Why Use a solicitor?

Why Choose Our Accidental injuries Solicitors?

If you are planning on filing a car crash compensation claim, and you should, it is always a good idea to have a solicitor representing you for several reasons.

First and principal, with a solicitor with you, the car insurance company won’t be so quick to tempt you with a dismal settlement in exchange for dismissing the situation.

The Law Society itself had a website that explains why should you think twice about accepting the 1st offer you’re made.

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How To Claim Whiplash Injury Compensation After A Car Accident In Dinton

Ways To Claim Whiplash Injury Compensation After A Motor Accident In Dinton

020 3600 0324

Whiplash is suffered by a huge selection of road accident victims daily. If it happens to you, the law says you’re entitled compensation

youtube

Many folks don’t realise the severity of whiplash and also the impact it leaves on someone’s life.

There really are a number of different ways to experience this elusive injury. A few can leave you feeling the pain for days to weeks, others months, and some never really disappear completely.

What is whiplash?

What is the Most Typical Cause of Whiplash?

http://guaranteedcompensation.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/Whiplash-injuries-push-up-008.jpg

There are numerous ways to you can suffer a whiplash injury, but car accident is the most typical

What are the Symptoms?

Stiffness in the neck- soreness and difficulty moving the actual neck, especially when trying to show the head aside.

Blurred vision- a not enough sharpness of vision leading to the inability to see fine detail.

Headaches- a tightening about the head and neck, and then aches.

Lower back pain- any pain relating to the bottom of your ribcage down to the top of your legs.

Dizziness- a sensation of spinning and losing one’s balance.

Ringing inside the ears (tinnitus)

Sleep agitations

Irritability

Tingling or numbness within the arms

Difficulty concentrating

Give us a call today on: 020 3600 0324 to find out how much you could be entitled to.

How to treat whiplash?

The time does whiplash last?

Whiplash generally only lasts a short time, but can last regarding green year in severe situations.

What is the regular whiplash payout?

There are many factors which are taken into consideration when whiplash compensation has calculated.

Looking to claim?

In order to know how Guaranteed Compensation will help you, call: 020 3600 0324 now to see steps to start your personal injury claim

Whiplash Compensation – An all-inclusive Guide

There are many questions around claiming compensation. This guide is to help let you know your rights and the options you need to claim whiplash.

Neck discomfort.

Back pain.

Dizziness.

Headaches.

Difficulty slumbering.

Arm or leg pain/ pain.

Read our guide to claiming for the motorcycle accident.

How Should I Make a Whiplash Compensation Claim?

How Long To create a Whiplash Claim?

How Much Can I Claim?

Why Use a solicitor?

Why Choose Our Accidental injuries Solicitors?

If you are planning on filing a car crash compensation claim, and you should, it is always a good idea to have a solicitor representing you for several reasons.

First and principal, with a solicitor with you, the car insurance company won’t be so quick to tempt you with a dismal settlement in exchange for dismissing the situation.

The Law Society itself had a website that explains why should you think twice about accepting the 1st offer you’re made.

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