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houseofbrat · 1 year

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But their bills are astronomical. Just the upkeeping on the house alone, housekeepers, nannies, gardeners, cooks, repairs is costing them a few hundred thousand a month. Then there's the mortgage which costs another few hundred thousand. She's spending millions on PR even after getting dropped for being $2million in debt to Sunshine Sachs. The awards she's bought haven't come cheap either. The Gracie award is picking up clout on podcast land. But she has no projects at play that are actually generating money. She may be scrambling around trying to make an Archetypes 2, but she's not gonna get enough big names to interview and her name on its own sends people running for the hills. Spotify has yet to pick up another season though she's buying those awards to pitch hard. She has no source of future income (other than child support) and she's hustling. This is to say nothing of her legal fees, her personal assistants, her publicists, her agents, and (underpaying) the assholes she's got mailing out Starbucks cards at Archewell. I'm sure Doria's services don't come cheap either. I mean, a bunch of nothing isn't going to do itself. I personally think Doria blackmails her daughter by threatening to tell the truth about who she is and how she didn't grow up like a black girl from Compton, but instead had a more privileged upbring that 80% of US citizens, regardless of their color. Doria also probably knows Meghan's shadiest and most sordid maneuvers to get where she is. Doria stays silent in the background, but she's got stories to tell. And one wrong move from Meg, and they WON'T be the stories singing Meg's praises. That's my theory anyway.

I also believe that I was right in December when I said Netflix is done with Meghan. The last thing left on their roster is The Heart of Invictus set to come out this summer, but I've heard it's being edited to focus on the athletes and occasionally Harry. I've even heard that they may trash a lot of last year's footage, wait until this year's Düsseldorf games, and film those, Harry's-Wife-Free. NF was reportedly unhappy with how the games suddenly focused on the ILBW, how she commandeered things, taking attention from the athletes and Harry, who's cause this is.

Remember that ridiculous kiss between her and Not-the-Heiry, and all her prancing around in couture (which she supposedly at least tried to bill to them) instead of wearing the standard issue festive polo and khakis/jeans, Well Netflix supposedly does and they supposedly don't like it. I always think of her sashaying around in Valentino while everyone else wore the Invictus clothing. It's such a stark comparison to how the other Royals function.

One of my favorite pictures of Wills and Kate is at the London Olympics. They're both wearing the clothing made for Olympics viewers, and in a rare show of affection, they are grabbing each other and smiling from ear to ear while staring downfield cheering Team Great Britain. They aren't eye fucking the cameras. They aren't wearing rictus grins and inserting themselves into ceremonies and celebrations where they don't belong. They're embracing, but their focus isn't on trying to make everyone believe how in love they are; their focus is on the games even as they embrace each other! They're dressed in their team colors focusing on THEIR TEAM. The result is one of the best pictures of them I've ever seen. The soon-to-be-ex Mrs.Mountbatten Windsor looks like a fool at everything she does because she refuses to accept it's not about her. She can scream at, abuse, and gaslight Harry all she wants to, blaming their status as the laughingstock of the world on him, but she's the one who looks ridiculous and unlike Harry, she's the one running around looking ridiculous wearing a million dollar wardrobe. I wish she'd get a clue but she's a narcissist, and she never will.

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marvel-ousnesss · 3 years

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Unrequited (Valerio x reader)

Warnings: angst, use of drugs, alcohol, cursing, cheating, breakup, mentions of Valerio x Lucrecia

Word count: 2000-ish

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I hadn't been motivated to write anything until recently. As always, I love to hear comments, thoughts and feedback. Also, thank you so much for supporting my work, hope you enjoy 💜

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“Stop it, Valerio.” You abruptly close the book you're holding, eyeing the teacher as you place it on the desk. “They won't even let me get out of the house.”

He had been nagging you all week long about some party he was dying to go to, and you wanted to, really. The only problem was that, a few days ago, the two of you had dragged Guzman on a nightly adventure to the beach, which seemed right at the moment, since he had spent the whole summer sulking. Your dad practically had to drag you home by an ear, and, to say the least, your family didn’t wanna hear a beat about parties or your friends any time soon.

He scoffs, “seriously? Your parents are like the chillest people ever, they weren’t even that mad.”

Incredulous, you look at him up and down, betrayed by the amused grin that flicks on the corner of your lips. “Just checking, were you there on Thursday? One step out of line, and I'll be walking around with an ankle monitor.”

“Y/N, Valerio, is my class, perchance, interrupting your conversation? Should I take it elsewhere?”

With a quick apology and a glare at your boyfriend, cutting the conversation was cut short. However, it was naive to think he'd just settle for the answer you had given him.

“Whatever, Y/N," he grumbles. "I’m sure They'll let you if I,” he frames his face and smiles coyly, “am the one who asks.”

"Geez, why didn't I think of that!". Turning the page of your textbook, you deadpan. "Oh, right, dick-in-a-sock incident.”

Valerio lowers himself on his seat as his face embraces a new tone of crimson. After a second, he recovers. “Can't believe you brought up that teeny-tiny mistake of mine. Low, Y/L/N, even for you.”

You open your mouth to respond, but the bell rings.

When it stops, you continue, “Seriously, V, they've been all over me these last few days, it's a long shot.”

Both of you get out of the classroom and begin to make your way to the lockers. “Just tell them Polo’s gonna be there, don’t they love Polo?”

You sigh, checking the time on your phone. You only have fifteen minutes before your next class began, and, honestly, lack the energy to spend them trying to knock some sense into your mule of a boyfriend.

“Fine,” you settle. “I’ll call them in a minute. But, don’t get your hopes up.”

“Too late.” With a captivating smile, he leans in and pecks your cheek.

After you agreed to at least call your parents, Valerio's mood improved considerably the rest of the day. The rest of the classes went by uneventfully; before you knew it, you found yourself in the car, duffle in hand, on your way to the Montesinos'.

You arrive at their house and let yourself inside, leaving your stuff at the door and heading straight to the kitchen, looking for something to drink. When you turn around to face the stairs, Lu’s making her way down.

"So, how did you manage to dodge your sentence this time?"

"Haggled my freedom, sort of." You place a glass on the table and open the fridge to fetch a bottle of sparkling water.

She rolls her eyes and sighs, exasperated. "A call from my dad would’ve done it".

"Thanks, but it wasn’t that bad, really, " you assure, pouring some water into the glass then cutting a lemon in half. "Just have to take my brother to some birthday party next week and, in exchange, they gave me their blessing for Valerio's thing, and let me stay at yours after."

"God, Y/N, you complain about my brother 24/7 and, in the end, the two of you are just as stubborn."She grabs an apple and takes a bite. "You could've saved yourself the trouble completely."

"Oh, well."You take a seat by the kitchen bar. "Guess it takes one to know one."

"Anyway, what are you wearing tonight?"

You unlock your phone and browse through the gallery. When you find the picture, you stop and point a finger at her. "You're gonna hate me. " You show her the screen smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh, my fucking god, Y/N! How- I- is that the Valentino you were drooling over the other day?"

You just grin.

"You, bitch, how did you get your hands on that?"

"Aunt Millicent."

"Of course," she huffs.

"Turns out that there were a few perks of her going off to Milan." You shrug. "But that's not important right now, what are you gonna wear?"

With that. she drags you up the stairs and into her room. You spend the rest of the afternoon immersed in makeup experiments and debates about fashion until Valerio and Guzman shout your names to start pregaming.

You enter the party together and go straight to the most vacant area of the VIP zone. After grabbing the first round, you join the others at the table and sit down with Polo and Carla for a few drinks. The group remains wrapped in conversation until Ander walks up to his friends and drags them to the bar, probably to tell them about his most recent disagreement with Omar. Soon after, Lucrecia makes eye contact with Nadia, muttering something about her daring to come, and standing up with a huff. Knowing she's physically incapable of keeping herself out of trouble, Carla stands up with a roll of her eyes and follows her.

Valerio lets his arm fall around you and chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. "And then, there were two."

“Wanna get high?" You don't wait for him to answer verbally. Instead, you grab his hands and pull the two of you to stand up.

He laughs, grabbing a bottle of whatever was on the table beside yours.

The two of you sprinted to the nearest restroom in a fit of giggles and lock the door behind you. He puts the bottle on the counter and reaches his pockets, freezing as soon as he lifts his gaze. You dig into your clutch and shake a small bag in his face.

"My treat," you grin, resembling a kid in a candy store.

"Oh, my, little miss Y/LN!" he gasps in fake horror. "What happened to the ankle monitor you were telling me about."

"I won’t tell if you won’t."You smirk, carefully arranging the lines.

The party comes to an end a few minutes before sunrise. You reunite with Lucrecia and Guzman by the entrance of the club and the four of you get in the Montesinos' car. Your head rests on Valerio's chest and he traces lazy patterns on the skin of your arm and shoulder.

When you make it to the house, Lucrecia doesn't waste a minute to drag a tipsy Guzman upstairs, waving a quick goodbye on her way. You giggle, well aware of your friends' plans for the night. Then, you head to the kitchen for a snack.

"Confess it." Your boyfriend stares at you from the stairs, arms crossed over his chest. "The only reason you ever visit is that we have a better pantry."

"To be honest, I thought you already knew that." You grab a pack of chips and walk toward his bedroom, passing by him and kissing his nose softly.

You don't fall asleep that night, writhing in Valerio's arms and debating whether or not to go find something for the hangover that was already beginning to haunt you. When you open your eyes, the first rays of sunlight are already peeking through the window. You decide to get out of bed. You throw the blanket off you and turn, expecting to see your boyfriend, but only find a mess of his blankets instead. You check the time on your cell phone: 8:22 a.m.

Seeing no point in continuing your attempts to get some sleep, you put on the shirt that was laying on Valerio's desk chair and leave the room. As you're crossing the hall to the pool, you hear noises coming through Lucrecia's door. For a moment, you think it may be her and Guzman, but remember hearing him say that he had to go home at dawn to get to a swimming competition.

You try to ignore the noise and convince yourself it's none of your business; but, when you continue to walk away, your ears are invaded by a voice you knew quite well. "It couldn't, they can't-, they're...", a million thoughts invade you. You take a deep breath and to open the door.

There are no words to describe the feeling of your heart being ripped in the blink of an eye. Your legs threaten to collapse and blood rushes to your head, making you dizzy for a brief moment. Not only do you find your boyfriend in the bed, with an unreadable expression coating his face, but you find your best friend redhanded, looking right at you like a deer in headlights.

You don't even try to digest the scene; instead, you run out of the house, suddenly not caring about your current apparel. Part of you wanted to shout what you had seen, to ruin them, but they meant too most to you. You couldn't do it, no matter how much you wanted to get it off your chest.

Luckily, your house was empty. You went straight upstairs and locked yourself in your room for the rest of the morning. You did whatever you could to take your head off what you had seen, but nothing worked. In the end, you wrote it down, desperate to get it out somehow. You hadn't opened your diary since you were twelve, but it was relieving; a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

You spend the remaining of the day so deep in thought, that you didn't even notice your family arriving from the park. You drifted off to sleep after working on some homework, only to be woken up by our brother's voice.

"Y/N, your boyfriend's here!" Hearing the word sends a jab of pain through your body. However, you reply, "I'll be down in a second."

You put on a hoodie, some shoes and leave the fort that was your room. Your parents are focused on a movie, so you take the opportunity to step into the backyard with Valerio.

You face him, trying to appear emotionless, even if your bloodshot eyes give you away.The childish gleam in his face is nowhere to be found, his shoulders are more drooping than normal, and his eyes are almost as red as yours. You wonder if it's because of the crying or the cocaine.

“How long?”

“Before I went abroad.”

You attempt to walk back into the house, but he grabs and pulls your arm, begging you to stay and listen.

You sigh. “I won't say anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He stays silent for a few seconds, bringing himself to believe that your thoughts on him were actually that low. Then he mumbles, “I don’t care about that, I know it’s unorthodox, and that you’re probably gonna stop talking to us now, and-“

You didn’t have the energy to hear him ramble. “Look, yes, I’m really shaken, to say the least, it's the first time I’ve seen something like that.” You grimaced. “But, the point is you betrayed my trust, V! Completely!” Your voice shakes, you try to clear your throat but it comes out as a sob. “I- even if it hadn’t been her, you hurt me. You promised you’d never do it, but you did!

He takes your hands, and, even if you don’t resist, feels how tense that makes you. Hours prior, it would’ve been comforting. “And I’m sorry, really. I did it without thinking, Y/N/N, it won’t happen again.”

You pull your hands out of his. “Please, V, it’s been happening for more than a year, half of the time we’ve been dating.”

He stays quiet.

You quietly question, “do you still love me?”

This time, his bottom lip quivers and his voice cracks when he answers. “I care about you, a lot, you know that.”

That’s the last you bear to hear. You avert your eyes from him. “I forgive you. You can go now.”

“Y/N/N…” He moves closer to you, but you shake your head, stopping him.

“Please,” you croak.

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jadeee · 4 years

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Finding Home

Living in the 1920s with Nicky has been a dream but you can’t help but think about your old life.

Warnings: panic attack + anxiety

Word Count: 2k

Living in the 1920s had been … interesting. Naturally, you had to adapt to the new lifestyle but you would do just about anything for Nicholas Valentino. Speaking of the handsome devil, he was doing laps in the pool while you sat admiring the view. As much as you loved your new home you couldn’t help but reflect on your old one.

On a hot summer day like this, you would all go to the pool or turn on the sprinklers to cool off. Your parents would always go out for ice cream after, even if you considered yourself too old for such things. It didn’t matter because they loved you and you were their kid. Do they think I’m dead? Or missing? What if I just vanished and no one remembered me? You lifted your sunglasses to wipe a tear from your eye. It’s fine. I’m sure it’s fine, right? But it was too late. Your mind was already filled with a million possibilities of what your family and friends must be going through. You started to feel guilty as you remembered the plans and promises you had made. A stream of tears flowed beneath your sunglasses. The tears came faster than you could get rid of them. Dammit. You tried to remain calm as you headed inside.

“Hey, toots! Where are you goin’?” Nicky smiled at the edge of the pool brushing his hair back.

“I’ll be right back, I just have to use the bathroom.” You yelled over your shoulder. It was a miracle you could talk at all while you stifled your sobs. As you stepped over the threshold you took off your sunglasses and immediately wished you didn’t. Busy hands that were carrying bowls, knives, and spoons were now suspended in the air. The kitchen staff all turned their eyes toward you.

“Are you okay?” The chef asked wiping his hands on his apron.

A servant pulled a handkerchief out of their pocket and offered it to you.

“I’m fine, I’m - I’m sorry,” you headed straight for the bathroom and shut the door behind you. You paced as you tried to compose yourself. This place felt like a dream and it was because it was everything you’d ever dreamed of. You always wanted love but how could he love you? What have I done to deserve such a thing? To deserve someone like Nicky Valentino? You couldn’t get a hold of your breath. The room was spinning. No, no, no, no, God, please, no. You stood still, shut your eyes, and tried to steady your breathing. You need to breathe, you could hear your mom’s voice guiding you. How could you leave? A tear rolled down your cheek. Waves of guilt and insecurity washed over you. Suddenly you were drowning. You gasped for air, but you couldn’t get it.

There was a knock at the door, “(y/n)?” The door cracked open. You couldn’t see past your tears or hear over your panicked breaths, but someone was walking towards you. As soon as they placed their hand on your cheek you knew who it was. Nicky’s cool touch was soothing to your hot, tear-stained cheek.

He sat down in front of you, “What’s wrong?” He took his towel and softly wiped away your tears. You could see him clearer, but your breathing was still ragged.

He grabbed your hands, “Darlin’, look at me.”

You glanced up at him “Follow me, okay?” He slowly inhaled, then exhaled. You focused on his eyes as you tried to match his breathing. How could he love me? I’m such a mess. Your breath quickened and you broke the steady gaze you two shared.

“Hey,” Nicky squeezed your hands “It’s gonna be okay.” He held your face in his hands, “We’re in this together.” He kissed your forehead and cradled you in his arms. He was still wet from the pool but you didn’t care, neither did he. You rested your head on his chest. Despite his smooth, calm voice his heart was seconds from jumping out of his chest. You held onto him tighter. You two stayed that way, wrapped around each other until you caught your breath. As your breathing returned to normal, so did his heartbeat. He’d spent the last few minutes rubbing your back and wiping stray tears. It was hard to break away from the embrace you two shared since you’d gotten comfortable. You wanted to stay like this but you knew you couldn’t. You slowly sat up and he rested his hand on your knee.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. I- I’m-” tears stung your eyes. He took you by the hand. You let out a whimper as you held back tears. Why does he love me? He rubbed circles over the top of your hand with his thumb.

“I care about you so I wanna know what’s wrong, but if you don’t wanna talk about it that’s okay.” Because he’s Nicholas Valentino.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about my family. I don’t want to go back but I’m just worried. I mean, what if they think I’m dead or-” you lost your train of thought as you looked at him. His brows were knitted and his bottom lip poked out a little bit. I’m so sorry, Nicky. You pulled your hand back and Nicky’s hand twitched for a second, “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.” You avoided his eyes, finding refuge in the decorative tile on the floor.

He studied you for a moment, “Y’know you deserve love right?”

You lifted your head.

“Everyone deserves to be loved,” he took you by the hand “and I wanna love you.”

You intertwined your fingers with his, “You could have anyone. Why me?”

“Why not you?”

You laughed, he has a comeback for everything. He held onto your hand tighter.

“You are my everything and I love you,” he ran his thumb across the back of your hand. “Sempre e per sempre,” your eyes moved from his lips to his eyes.

“Sempre e per sempre?” You repeated the foreign phrase carefully.

“Forever and always,” Nicky smirked as he caressed your cheek.

“Forever and always,” you wanted him in every possible way but you were still saddened by your family. You tried to give a smile but he saw right through you.

He got up and walked towards the tub.

You turned around, “What are you doing?”

He poured salts, soaps, and petals into the hot water. The smell of lavender filled the room. You stood up and walked over to him. He tested the water, “Let me take care of you.” You really wanted to just lay down and try to forget everything, but you weren’t going to tell him no.

“I’ll be right back,” he kissed the top of your head and shut the bathroom door after he walked out. Your body loosened as you sank into the hot water. You were so relaxed you almost didn’t hear Nicky come in. He was carrying a tray.

“Hmm, what’s this?” You leaned over the edge of the tub.

“Champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries,” he set the tray onto a table near you.

“You never cease to amaze me.”

“I could say the same about you, toots.” He sat down in a nearby chair.

“What are you doing?”

He looked at you with wide eyes.

“Come here.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You want me to join you?”

“Do I have to ask twice?”

His cheeks were almost as red as the rose petals in the bath water.

The two of you struggled to get comfortable at first.

“How about this?” you asked with your back pressed against his chest sitting inbetween his legs.

“Perfect,” he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your jaw. You giggled as you leaned into him. You slid down and rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“Champagne?” He offered you the glass. After a few sips, you set the glass onto the table. You found his free hand and intertwined your fingers with his. You felt him smile.

“Listen, I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I love you and I love being here with you, I just wish my family was here too.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I can only imagine what you’re going through.”

“Sor-” you sank a little lower. He placed his hand on your hip and kissed your temple. He brought a strawberry to your lips. You savored the richness of the chocolate and sweet strawberry.

“I know I can’t do much but maybe it’ll help if you talk about your family?”

“No way, I don’t wanna bore you.”

“C’mon, what’s your favorite memory of your family?”

You smiled as the moment played in your head “Thanksgiving, for sure. My family from out of state would stay for a couple of days and we’d always pull out the old family photos. My mom would make this delicious red velvet cake and it’s,” you gave a chef’s kiss and he burst out laughing.

“Seriously, you’d think you died and went to heaven!”

“How’d she make it?”

You beamed as you shared the details of your mother’s recipe. You became so engrossed with sharing family stories you’d lost track of the time. It wasn’t until the glasses were empty and the water turned cold that you realized how long it had been. Nicky made sure to keep you warm since he didn’t want you to get sick. The two of you shared a warm embrace in his bed.

“What about your family?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, what’s your favorite family moment?”

“Family moment? My old man was always too busy bustin’ his ass but he was always there for Sunday dinner.”

You perked your head up eager to hear him continue, which he was going to until there was a knock at the door “Mr. Valentino?”

“One second, doll.” He slid out from under you.

You pulled the covers towards you to hang onto his heat. He stepped out of the room, you heard low murmurs in the hall. You brought the covers to your nose and inhaled the smell of Nicky. In case he had to leave, at least you had the smell of him.

“Hey,” he pulled back the covers to see your face. “I wanna show you something,” he held his hand out. He looked kind of goofy in flannels and messy hair with all the mannerisms of a knight in shining armor. But who said all knights wear silver? You grabbed his hand. Before he lead you out of the hall, he covered your eyes with his hands.

You chuckled, “What are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise!” With each slow step he lead you towards it. You weren’t one for surprises since they were hit or miss. What if I don’t like it? What do I say? Well, it’s Nicky so I’m gonna love it … right? He lifted his hands. On the table before you lay all your favorite homecooked meals and a red velvet cake which looked just like your mother’s.

“Oh my,” you covered your mouth which was agape.

“I know it’s not the same but I wanted to give you as much of home as I could.” He rubbed the nape of his neck.

“This is …” he bit his lip while you tried to find the words.

“Perfect,” you hugged him tightly and you felt his tension ease. As you pulled back, you rested your hands on his shoulders “and you are my home, sempre e per sempre.”

He smiled that million-dollar smile, there was even a sparkle in his eye. The next hour was spent devouring delicious food, making new memories, and sharing old ones.

Nicky raised his glass “A toast,”

You hurriedly chewed the last piece of your cake as you raised your glass.

“To finding home again and finding it for the first time.”

“To home,” you clinked your glass against his. While you savored the bubbles in your drink, you found home again in his loving eyes.

~~~ A/N: Hey! As always thank you for reading, I enjoyed writing this a lot, and I hope you enjoyed it as well! I’ve had a couple panic attacks and THEY ARE SCARY (to say the least)! If you’re alone during one, try to focus on your breathing and ground yourself. Try to talk to someone whether it’s during or after, that always seems to help me. Stay strong 😊 We’ll get through this together and I’m here if you ever wanna talk 💖

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kangtaebins · 3 years

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Weird Asks That Say A Lot

I said I was going to just answer all of these bc of boredom,, and so here I am

1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups are aesthetically pleasing idc what anyone says

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was told that I was a leader a lot, and was told that I was very intelligent. Ah yes, I suffered from gifted kid burn out in high school-

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Look, plastic cups are the best. Specifically the ones with the lids and reusable straws

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? It truly depends on the day bc some days I would say goth and other days I’d say grunge, but most days- pastel

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. Movies or TV shows? TV shows bc- idk actually I’m just not a movie person

9. Favorite smell in the summer? I have a weird obsession with the smell of cheap sunscreen and I have no clue why

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? I hated gym in high school and rarely participated despite the teacher being irritated with me (truly she gave up after a few months bc I really did not care at all) HOWEVER- I went to town in volleyball and still enjoy playing volleyball v much

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? I don’t eat breakfast often,,,

12. Name of your favorite playlist? Probably my Navy or Indigo playlist

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Anything green apple!!!

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually genuinely enjoyed Romeo And Juliet tbh

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? I always curl up in a ball on the couch, but in a chair I manspread ngl

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes? Nike slides <//3

18. Ideal weather? Between 50-70 degrees, sunny but not warm, being able to wear a hoodie and not be hot or cold

19. Sleeping position? I usually either sleep on my left side or on my stomach (my back once in a while when it’s hurting bc I’m a hag)

20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I write on my phone more than anything

21. Obsession from childhood? Hm- I was really obsessed with High School Musical as a kid. My friend and I would put it on and lip sync to the songs and pretend we were the characters

22. Role model? Is it- wrong to say myself? Bc I feel like that sounds arrogant but genuinely it’s bc I’m constantly trying to better myself mentally and learn and grow. Idk I just am proud of who I am and look to myself when I need to find motivation

23. Strange habits? Strange? Idk if it’s strange but I’m constantly twiddling with the hem of my sleeves bc I love the feeling of it

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine

25. First song you remember hearing? WH- bitch idk tf

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Stay tf inside in the air conditioning

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Stay tf inside in the heat

28. Five songs to describe you? To describe me?? Girl idk I'm all over the place. How about songs that resonate with me instead,,, Alive by Khalid, Paranoid by Lauv, Phobia by Dvwn, Fake Smile by Ariana Grande, and Breathin by Ariana Grande

29. Best way to bond with you? Truly I'm not very difficult to get along with, just don't be an asshole. Talk to me about psychology, current events, say Soobin is the cutest to exist idk it's not that hard

30. Places that you find sacred? I- hm. I'm not like a church person or anything so idk. Maybe just anything really old or places with very detailed and unique architecture

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I don't own many clothes,,, let alone nice clothes. I also don't really dress to impress I'd much rather be comfortable

32. Top five favorite vines? Oh god if I h a d to pick???? The lipstick in the Valentino bag, they were roommates, it's an avocado- thaaanks, jared 19, and uh,,, zach stooppp you're gonna get in trouble

33. Most used phrase in your phone? Tbh it's probably "girl what-" or "no bc"

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head? That 877-CASH-NOW ONE JFC

35. Average time you fall asleep? Between 11pm-1am

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably the troll face one or smth

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie bc I don't really like cake

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Y'all I- went to a hs/college mixed school,, I've seen it all. Weirdest?? Idk but one weird thing I remember was when we were making whistles in art and some dude made a penis whistle 😭

41. Last person you texted? My best friend :))

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie 100%

44. Favorite scent for soap? I love soaps that smell like soap. Like ok duh I know that sounds dumb but yk what I mean? I don't want lemon or mint or whatever, I like the plain soap smell

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Oversized t-shirt, no pants. I question anyone that is comfortable sleeping with pants on-

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I feel like I'd be a pineapple and I have no clue why

49. What saying or quote do you live by? Not necessarily a quote but more of a thought: live for yourself, enjoy each day, do what gives you joy

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I have had so many instances in which I have laughed so hard I peed and to even attempt to name one is impossible

51. Current stresses? Making sure my family gets their vaccines and stays safe

52. Favorite font? I don't think I have one? Anything except comic sans

53. What is the current state of your hands? What does this even mean 💀 I mean,, they're holding my phone, cold, and my nails are unpolished

54. What did you learn from your first job? That people are assholes but I'm capable of not giving a fuck bc life is not that damn serious

55. Favorite fairy tale? Is The Three Little Pigs considered a fairy tale?

56. Favorite tradition? Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom :( it's always a lot of fun

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Depression, grief, and hopefully one day- smth I'm currently dealing with

58. Four talents you’re proud of having? Makeup!! But also: singing, crying on command, and tying cherry stems with my tongue

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Sick of these bitches

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don't watch anime so idk

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? It's this line from Eleanor & Park: "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

62. Seven characters you relate to? Holy hell, 7?? Probably won't get that many but hm,,, Darlene from Roseanne, Hermione from Harry Potter, Emily from Pretty Little Liars maybe?? Idk I suddenly blanked

63. Five songs that would play in your club? As if it's Your Last by BP, anything from SHINee, anything from Ariana, also anything Rihanna, just a bunch of women tbh

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

65. Any permanent scars? I have a few on my arms idk where they came from tbh, I also have one on my hand from my sister 🧍🏻‍♀

66. Favorite flower(s)? Sunflowers!!! I also really love lilacs 💔

67. Good luck charms? My dog's collar that I wear as a bracelet

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Licorice-

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? It takes repeating a piece of information 12 times at random to memorize it completely

70. Left or right handed? Right

71. Least favorite pattern? Fucking chevron- and realistic camo, and anything with the American flag

72. Worst subject? Yall im awful at history. American history, world history, all of it-

73. Favorite weird flavor combo? Either pickles and peanut butter or cheese and grapes

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I'm stubborn but also always in pain so I've become numb to a lot of body pains. I have to be at like a 7-8 before I take smth otherwise I'd always be taking it

75. When did you lose your first tooth? I was probably like 5 I was definitely in Kindergarten

76. What’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I fw baked potatoes

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have a love for succulents

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Oh my- I don't drink coffee but coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Driver's license for sure

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs? I say both,, but I think I say lightning bugs more

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. Cookies or cupcakes? C o o k i e s

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

88. Your greatest wish? To live comfortably and be a great mother

89. Who would you put before everyone else? My family

90. Luckiest mistake? Guessing on 90% of a test and getting an A 💀

91. Boxes or bags? Bags are easier to carry-

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights!!

93. Nicknames? Sam, Sammi, my sister calls me Sams, my best friend calls me Bub, and my gf calls me Baby if that counts- 👀

94. Favorite season? Fall omg it's gorgeous and has perfect temperatures

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

96. Desktop background? Its literally a pic of Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Like 4-5

98. Favorite historical era? The one where white people learn their fucking place and stop being racist, homophobic, classist, sexist, all the -ists and -phobics,,,, so none. Fuck history :))

#idk what to put in the tags so if you actually read all of these then damn you're the real mvp

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shadowofmytime · 5 years

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>> some of my absolute favorites ! like and reblog if you save and enjoy ! happy reading and give some kudos to these amazing writers ! always feel free to send me some of your favorites ! ! <<

>> There is a bit so for your convenience they are in alphabetical order ! The ‘s’s are some of my all-time favorites ! ! <<

>> min yoongi x park jimin <<

All the seasons of your love - 5k+ [college au]

The movement in the library was still slow in the first week, so Yoongi could easily remember the few people who came by. That's why he pays so much attention to a certain dark-haired freshman who walks in on a Wednesday afternoon - or at least that's what he tells himself. He goes over to the front counter and asks Yoongi for directions to the Economy 101 session and, God, his voice is as sweet as his eye-smile.

Or how librarian Yoongi fell head over heels for cute freshman Park Jimin who, unfortunately, was very much straight - or so Yoongi thought.

Bon Voyage - 47.9+ [tourist! au]

Yoongi was meant to be taking the trip of a lifetime with his boyfriend. But now he's in Paris, alone and miserable. That is until he collides - quite literally - with one Park Jimin.

Boys who talk shit - 26k+ [college au]

When Yoongi enrolled in BTS (aka Boys who Talk Shit) Boarding School, he wasn't really expecting to be the only 'straight' (to be read sarcastically) guy in a room of seven geniuses (aka children aged five to ten, honestly). Plus four pet spiders. Yes, plural.

Chaotic episodes in A Place of Love and War, where Yoongi learns all about True Love via Park Jimin, Music and Marriage. Sort of. Brain bleach and earplugs are strongly recommended.

Conflicting arrangement - 162k+ [fake boyfriend au]

"Absolutely not," Yoongi deadpanned. "Namjoon-ah. I value you as a friend, and I think I'd even go as far as to say that you're my best friend, but absolutely fucking not."

"You owe me," Namjoon pleaded. "Come on, Yoongi, it's not a big deal."

"Your boyfriend's best friend's best friend needs a fake boyfriend to come out to his family this Chuseok, all the way in fucking Busan," Yoongi repeated drily without pause, making Namjoon wince. He flipped a page of his textbook, picking up his highlighter. "Not a big deal, Namjoon. Amazing."

Cotton Candy - 240k [high school rock band]

"He could get used to sitting next to Yoongi like this. To have him around. To have the band around. To smile and feel happy. To see Yoongi sitting in front of an instrument and having him play just for him.

'If this was my happy ending,' Jimin thinks, resisting the urge to lean his head on Yoongi's shoulder, 'if I wasn't who I am, I'd just let you have me whenever you want. You could have me anytime.'"

As spring turns into summer, school band Cotton Candy unexpectedly loses its singer and the members are forced to look for a new vocalist. Six boys find one in the form of the promiscuous pink-haired boy Park Jimin who makes a home in their hearts and finally finds a place he belongs

Daegu drift - 53k+ [motorcyclist / playboy au]

Jimin stops in Daegu for a big motor show and gets caught up with the locals. Specifically one Min Yoongi.

Sneak Peek:

Yoongi has his arms folded as he stares Jimin down.

“Are you going to join the rally, or not?”

Jimin takes his time answering because he likes the way Yoongi is looking at him. “Sure. I guess it could be fun. But you do realize none of you have a chance against a Bugatti, right?”

“It’s not the car that wins the race,” the other man says. “It’s the driver. You could have the fastest, best-equipped car in the goddamn universe, but if you’re a shit driver, it doesn’t make a difference.”

Goodbye from lonely - 65k+ [uncle yoongi!]

Park Jimin works two jobs that he loves and is going to college to get his teaching degree.

Min Yoongi is a personal assistant who hates his job and spits in his boss' coffee every day.

Kim Taehyung has been infatuated with his clueless co-worker for the better part of a year.

Jeon Jeongguk has a three-year-old daughter that he'd do anything for.

Somehow the tiny human brings them all together.

Tae is in love with Kookie -> Kookie's daughter takes Jimin's ballet class -> Yoongi is Kookie's stepbrother -> Jimin and Yoongi meet because of Kookie's daughter.

In your eyes (it’s where I wanna be) - 5.5k [coffee shop! au]

Jimin pauses with his marker inches away from the cup, because — is he really going to do this? Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned to write something flirty on a coffee cup? But no matter what his churning gut says about the danger and what the hell are you doing do you want to die, this guy is — with no better way to put it — totally Jimin’s Type with a capital T.

(Or: Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter.)

Inked flowers - 6.4k [tattoo artist / florist au]

Something stopped him. A sound of a piano. He looked around and saw a light coming from the window on the other side of the street. On the third floor was an open window. A light and the sorrowful sound of a piano flew out of the room. Jimin looked closer and saw a figure or at least a top of someone's head.

The melody was so sad and sorrowful that Jimin wanted to cry. He started thinking, what could possibly go inside that person’s head? What were they thinking? Jimin just hoped that they weren’t sad and alone.

(let me see you) get high then low - 4k+ [photographer/model au]

"The light-haired model is the kind that fascinates Yoongi, and at the same time, he prefers to steer away from. He's all smiles and flowers, drawing you in with his cuteness until he's not anymore. Suddenly, he’s something else entirely; he's that false calm, the ocean that looks smooth on the surface but will drag you down to its depths if you dare to touch it."

Min Yoongi works in a photography studio with some (very questionable) friends that can't get any work properly done without making a bit of a fuss.

Park Jimin is a model handcuffed against his will and bored. Also a little bit horny, maybe.

Math Tutor - 11.7k [bad boy! yoongi]

Min Yoongi is the school's resident Bad Boy™. He's covered in tattoos, is pierced, curses like a sailor, smokes like crazy, doesn't give a shit about anything, possesses a hot temper that has people steering clear of him, and is desperately in love with Park Jimin, the adorable math nerd. When Jimin is tasked with tutoring Yoongi in math, who is in danger of failing the class and being held back a year, both boys are hesitant. Yoongi because he can't think straight around the boy with startling red hair, and Jimin because Yoongi is scary as hell and looks like he can easily kill someone. Gradually, though, the two grow closer, and Jimin finds that Yoongi is nothing like how he'd imagined.

Maybe I hate you can be our always - 35.9k [enemies to lovers]

When Yoongi thinks about it, really gives it genuine thought, it's possible that Park Jimin isn't the worst person in the world.

(Or, Yoongi and Jimin get off on the wrong foot.)

Ode to yoonmin - 4k+ [texting]

yoongi and jimin are in very much in love but they're the only ones who don't know it

chat fic with a bunch of bad jokes and memes ¯\_(ツ)_/

Out of my system - 101.6k+ [one night stand]

Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart, because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the opening of his friend’s new club

Standing on the brink of 376 - 42.9k+ [street racing]

When Taehyung woke him up at three AM to go to a street race—an illegal one, no less—claiming it would help his social anxiety, Jimin never actually expected it to do much for him, except maybe make him cry hysterically. He found that he really wasn't too far off-kilter with that assumption, but it was only after he'd suffered through countless bouts of insecurity that he realized, hidden behind each stuttered breath, every inevitable tear, every spark of unavoidable fear, and even the customary cloud of cigarette smoke itself, lay a tremendous amount of affection for a certain platinum haired street racer that he can't even begin to justify. But when his opinion of fact, fate, and even life itself continues to blur with each push of the gas pedal, he thinks he just might be able to forgive himself for falling in love with a criminal, when the nonsensical moonshine of the present mutes the anxiety that had been a constant within his heart up until this November.

Strawberry lube - 82.7k+ [college au]

Yoongi remembers little to nothing of their crazy drunken night out. But of two things he's absolutely sure, one: he's not gay, two: he just slept with Park Jimin

The Paradiso Lounge - 192k+ [photographer/stripper au]

“Do I have to pay you for that service?”

This isn’t a dream (let me love you) - 26k+ [highschool au]

As captain of his high school’s basketball team, Min Yoongi dedicated all of his attention to his team and their games. His focus on the game never waned, not once for anything or anyone.

Well, until head cheerleader Park Jimin flashed his abs during a solo cheer and made him fuck up his shot

Trying to Behave (but you know we never learned how) - 329k+ [non-idol! au]

It's been years since Yoongi's last seen him and the younger boy is a shell of his former self in a way that makes his heart twist in his chest. And yet, after all this time and countless days of convincing himself to let him go, he's still unconditionally, head over heels in love with Park Jimin.

(Jimin and Yoongi grow up together.)

Valentino Summers - 657k+ [‘80s gangsters]

Whether or not Jimin was smuggling drugs really didn’t matter. He was hustling, and these days that was all there was to it.

Hustle and survive or struggle and die.

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madelainesvixens · 5 years

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Sweetvee 44& 20 please

This is my first attempt at Sweet Vee, I hope I didn’t disappoint, xx

Please continue to sent requests from this list of prompt!

44. “You don’t have to leave.”

20. “Get naked. Now.”

Following the tradition, Cheryl Blossom was hosting a big end of summer party at Thornhill. And, everyone was expected.

A drink in her left hand, Veronica was laughing and moving hips with Kevin while Archie and Reggie watched with envy. She had a fun summer with the two football star but she didn’t see a future relationship with any of them. Archie had his chance…and he blew it. Oh, Archiekins, you should’ve known better than to fool around with a Pussycat behind Veronica’s back. And, as for Reggie, he was too much of a player for her. Josie could have him.

“Who’s the lucky arm candy going home with you tonight?” Kevin asked, glancing at Archie and Reggie.

Veronica turned to look in their direction and back to Kevin. “No one.”

Kevin’s eyes widen. “What?! The hottest guy at Riverdale High are literally at your feet and you reject them both?” He shook his head. “Sometimes I don’t understand the straights…”

She laughed and sipped her drink. Kevin grabbed her hand and she twirled around the brunet, moving her hips to Cardi B’s latest hit. Boys are fun and all but, nothing beats dancing your life away with your G.B.F. Sorry not sorry, boys.

Two hours into the party, Cheryl decided it was time to spice up the night and suggested they started playing games. Only, this year, Secrets & Sins had been dethroned by 7 Minutes in Heaven. While chaos was thrilling to watch unveil, she was also in the mood for some kissing - or, maybe it was the alcohol talking.

Everyone had a couple drinks in their bodies which was the perfect time to start the games. If you start them too early in the night, it’s not as fun. They all gathered in the living area and sat on the velvet couches. Josie grabbed an empty bottle from Reggie and placed it on the cherrywood table, right in the middle.

Naturally, being the host, Cheryl was the first to spin the bottle and, to no one’s surprise, it landed on Toni. Kevin and Veronica shared a look, both suspecting that the redhead had cheated but neither dared bringing it up. If she wanted to make out with her girl for seven minutes in a coat closet, you go girl.

Then, it was Josie’s turn…with Moose. From across the room, she gave Kevin an apologetic look and got in the closet with the Bulldog, trying to not guilt herself too much. Yes, Moose was Kevin’s crush but, beside Veronica and Josie, no one knew about their bathroom kiss before summer vacation and, according to Moose, it had to stay that way.

It was now Veronica’s turn to spin the bottle and everyone was on edge, waiting to see if it would land on Archie or Reggie. The bottle circled for three complete tours until it landed on Sweet Pea. The room went silent.

Veronica looked up, meeting the Serpent’s eyes, breath catching in her throat as memories of their night together one rainy evening came up. Wet clothes. Black ink under her lips. Strong hands. The room suddenly got ten degrees hotter.

“Veronica,” Cheryl said, pulling the raven haired girl out of her mind. “It’s your turn. We’re waiting.”

She stood up straight, smoothing her skirt and walked toward the closet with confidence, Sweet Pea close on her heels. He closed the door behind him, plunging them in the darkness of the coat closet.

Now that he was standing in front of her - and so close - she could smell his after-shave perfectly. It was musky with notes of vanilla - which were only noticeable if you were close enough.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” Sweet Pea returned.

“I heard from Jughead that you had been promoted in the Serpents.”

Sweet Pea pulled his eyebrows, unsure what she was talking about. “Oh. Right. I’m now in charge of the initiations,” he proudly replied. “So, if you want to join the Serpents, I’m the one you’ll have to convince. Little warning, places are limited.”

Veronica chuckled, shaking he head. “Gangs are not for me.”

“Why not? You have the thick skin, the confidence. You’d be a great Serpent.”

“Better keep that thought to yourself. If my father hears about that, he’ll have your head on a silver platter for dinner.” He laughed. “I’m not joking.”

“I run fast.”

“He’ll hire someone who runs faster…and has a gun.”

“I know how to use a gun.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Sweet Pea checked his phone, the light from the screen brightening the coat closet, and saw they had five minutes left. “It’s not that I don’t like chatting with you but, I doubt Cherry will let us come out if your lipstick is still intact.”

She pressed her lips together, feeling her berry colored lipstick. He was right. “What do you suggest?” the petite girl asked, a hint of flirt in her voice.

A smirk curled on Sweet Pea’s lips and she took a step forward, the distance between the teenagers diminishing. “I think I might know a way to take that lipstick off.”

“Do you?”

He nodded slowly. “Yes,” he said seductively, trailing the ’s’.

Veronica looked up to meet the taller boy’s stare. A piece of his raven hair grazed his forehead and she wanted nothing more than to push it back into place and use this as an excuse to run her fingers through his hair. Last time they were together, the dark locks were wet from the rain and she didn’t have the luxury to feel its softness. She trailed her gaze down, biting her bottom lip as her eyes landed on his lips, remembering the feeling of plump lips on her cold skin, back arching as his kisses got lower and lower.

The clock was ticking and soon, they would have to return to their friends and go back to their lives and that meant no Sweet Pea. Instead of wasting any more time, she grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket in her tight fists and pulled him to her. Their bodies collided and they looked into one each other’s faces for a split second before his lips crashed to hers.

It was just like she remembered.

His large hands found home on her waist and jaw, angling her face so he could deepen the kiss. She moaned as his tongue slipped inside her mouth, Sweet Pea’s hands move from her neck to her hips bringing her closer until their lower halves were flush together. Veronica released the leather and moved her hands to his hair, twirling the soft curls between her fingers.

She backed him into the coats and knocking off several their hangers, creating a rattling noise. Sweet Pea smiled smugly trough the kiss and grabbed hold of her thigh, lifting her.

They heard footsteps coming from the other side of the closet and quickly, Sweet Pea set Veronica down. She fixed her skirt, having ridden up her thigh during their activities. Although she was confident with her body, she didn’t want to flash anybody.

Half a second later, the door opened, revealing the hostess. Cheryl glanced behind them and grinned. “I see you two had fun. I heard some rattling in there, you better not have ripped my Nana’s vintage Valentino coat or I’ll slit both of your throat with my dead father’s maple tree knife.”

“Chill, Cherry. Nothing was damaged,” Sweet Pea said, brushing past her.

The game continued and at some point during the night, Veronica may or may not have faked not feeling well and Sweet Pea kindly offered to take her home. Kevin told her he’d call later to check up and Veronica hugged him goodnight before leaving the Blossom’s castle with her Southside knight.

They got into his truck, being the Serpents’s designed driver for the night, and Sweet Pea sped off in direction of his trailer, knowing Hermione and Hiram were home.

Sweet Pea fiddled with his keys when they got to his place and Veronica let her fingertips brush along the waist of his jeans, a smug look on her face as she watched his erection grow in his jeans.

“Quit it, will you?” he asked.

She giggled and didn’t listen. Instead, she gripped him over his jeans and Sweet Pea groaned. That girl was going to be the death of him…

The locked ticked and he retired the keys, narrowing his dark eyes at an amused Veronica. Sweet Pea grabbed hold of her petite hands, holding them firmly. “You’re a bad girl, Veronica Lodge.”

“So I’ve heard…” With his free hand, Sweet Pea opened the door and pushed them inside, kicking the door shut behind them.

“Get naked. Now.”

After round two, Sweet Pea pulled the Northsider closer, wrapping an arm around her back as her head rested on his chest, feeling very satisfied. Not to brag but, the Serpent had a much better stamina than Archie or Reggie - he was also kinkier than them and she really liked that.

“What’s a Gucci princess like you doing with idiots like them.”

“What?” She raised her head from Sweet Pea’s chest, supporting her body with her elbow.

“Reggie and Archie,” he explained, eyes on the ceiling. “They don’t deserve you. Andrews cheated on you and Mantle-” Sweet Pea stopped himself, trying to think of a nicest way to word it. “He’s not the brightest crayon in the box.”

Was Sweet Pea genuinely trying to help her make the right choice or was he subtly fending for himself. Veronica smiled to herself, having a feeling it was the latter. “Well, you’ll be happy to hear that there’s nothing more than games between me and them. At least, not on my side.” She paused, seeing the realist side of things. “I don’t think either of them could keep up with my lifestyle.”

Sweet Pea looked down at Veronica and arched an eyebrow. “Uh?”

“Have you seen my father? Neither of them are strong enough to handle Hiram Lodge. Archie met him once and Daddy made it very clear that he didn’t have the stomach to become a part of the Lodge family.” She trailed her finger down his tan chest, lingering on the tattoo right under his left pec. “He’s too soft for the business.”

“What about me?” Sweet Pea asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

A smirk formed on Veronica’s lips as she slide a leg over the Serpent’s stomach, straddling him. By reflex, Sweet Pea’s hands came up to rest on her hips, fingers grazing at the soft skin.

“It’s almost one-thirty. I should get going.”

She made a move to leave the bed but Sweet Pea grabbed her hand, stopping her. “You don’t have to leave.” Veronica looked down at him and he smirked. “Unlike you, I don’t have any parents who will barge in with a gun if someone’s in my bed.”

At that, she laughed and let herself being pulled back in bed. Kevin was going to be thrilled in the morning when she’ll tell him all about her night in the snake’s den.

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