#look I love Ramon and I'm so happy of what they did with him

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Being on the run does that to a mofo. Inspired by @djsherriff-responses 's excellent point about Rayman being blonder than his previous iterations and making him more white passing.

So what if, he is ALSO a red head in this version and was obligated bleach his hair, to be more 'acceptable' for EDEN's propaganda before he defected .

#captain laserhawk #rayman #ramon #Probably won't happen in the show coz there's still the possibility he keeps a more 'Rayman' appearance for stealth #tho I'll be honest #I hope he won't be as important in S2 #look I love Ramon and I'm so happy of what they did with him #but he kind of shadowed Dolph aka the actual protagonist #let the twink have more character arc he needs it

[narcosmx]

Hey, I'm so happy you're back I missed reading your works.I was wondering if you'll still do the requests that you mentioned there because they were all great ideas : https://www.tumblr.com/narcosmx/669340063334842368/request-list-here-is-a-list-of-the-request-that

being enedina's best friend and falling for benjamin arellano-felix would include:

a/n: okay so this made mee think about the enedina's bff falling for benjamin thing and i got going, so yes i'll be going back to some of these hehe

okayokay hear me out rich boss babes together

WHICH LEAD ME TO THINK LIKE WHAT IF ENEDINA'S BFF WAS AMADO'S YOUNGER SISTER

so like amado is the kind of older brother where like... you call me and ofc i'll come solve your problems for you but can you like....maybe handle what you can on your own

kinda just gives her a wad of cash, la bendicion and be like go live your life kid at least one of us should enjoy the money i'm making lol

"vaya con dios mijita" also get the vibes that he def taught you how to fly too

so i imagine you being a little bit more rough and tumble than enedina

but like you bring out the boss bitch in her, reminds her she is capable of breaking away from this idea of "being a woman" was

being bffs with dina gives me like, you practically live at her place vibes you know

like you have a toothbrush, and clothes and your favorite soaps in the goddamn shower

you go home only to like swap out the roation of outfits you have or getting a new pair of shoes or something

otherwise you were essentially living at the arellano-felix house, shit even their mom jokes about her liking you more than your own kids

and the girls fucking love having you around, and lowkey probably ramon too because you're never one to shoot down his crazy ass ideas

pancha is like "don't you like, ever get tired of being here" and you're like "don't you ever get tired of being the ugliest member of this family?"

and benjamin oh benjamin at first he tries to pay you no mind, but you're not one he can easily ignore

so he resigns himself to nodding at you and huffing with laughter when he sees how comfortably you lounge around his fucking house because no matter what you do like he cannot get mad at you

you do something and he smiles and someone else does that same exact thing he'd rip them several new assholes.

okay listen i don't know why i get the vibes that like you're an expert at breaking into anything that isn't welded shut

you know, like you grew up around criminals you were bound to pick something up

not that you had to break into dina's place, you had a key but sometimes it's just fun to freak the other's out

i just imagine, like benjamin coming home a day after having like fortified security and he just looks into the backyard and you're chilling poolside

he walks out and it like "w-we changed the locks yesterday after a security issue... how the fuck did you? dina is out making your key right now??"

you nearly giggling as you take a sip of your drink "you make me laugh, benji"

YOU CALLING HIM BENJI I CANNOT \

him opening his mouth to say something and him being like yeah nope nevermind and turning on his heel and walking inside

hehe having to turn on his heels so fast because he can't help but smile at you and your antics

dina walking out and being like "hey bebe, i left your key in your bag" but side eyeing her brother because she knows she knows something is up

because no one makes her wet blanket of a brother smile like that

you and dina going to fancy dinners together can you imagine, going to the hottest spots in all of baja

you two getting all dolled up in her room together, they can hear you laughing from down the street lol

unabashedly singing at the top of your lungs lol

but i also have this one moment of scene stuck in my head

you and dina are in a rush getting ready to go somewhere and like dina is showering and you're like

well i'm def not showering in any of the other boys fucking rooms because NOPE

and i dunno but benjamin gives you vibes that his bathroom would be clean and so you...go for it

you couldnt have shame if they paid you so you're just out here causally breaking into fucking tijuana's biggest drug dealer's room

going in to take a shower, showering you know and then as you come out with like a robe wrapped around yourself and drying yout hair, benjamin is entering the room

and there's just this moment where benjamin is looking at you like with like a what the fuck but like amused face

and you're like "look, where else did you want me to go? i'm def not fucking showering in ramon's shower"

and benjamin is like "hm i don't know maybe???? the freaking guest bathroom"

and you laughing him off the face of the planet

and okay imagine he has like documents laying around his room because he wakes up in the middle of the night and worries about bus iness stuff because that's him

anyways you saw it and you idk just have this knack for business or math and you just walk up past him brushing against him and kiss his cheek and are like "thanks for sharing the bathroom with me, and if you raise the tax 1.5 percent over 6 months you'll cover that cost" you note motioning your head towards the document and walking away AHHH

#narcos mexico #narcos fan fiction #narcos mexico imagines #benjamin arellano felix x reader #benjamin arellano felix

[funsized-panda]

Could I make a request? I would like random headcanons about lightning being that young racing driver in the modern human au, You could add doc too! Thanks!

absolutely! headcanons are my favorite thing to make sjcjwnfjjwr

I'm pulling Chick and King into this too thEY NEED MORE LOVE

reminder: I'm not apart of the cars fandom. check out @x0stormie0x for more cars content :)

in the beginning, Lightning was a nervous wreck

like I mean full on wouldn't talk to anyone but his team

he didn't even know how to get a team together 😭

his first race he got fourth place and he was content with that

he genuinely thought he'd do worse

then he just slowly got better

consistently first every race after like 2 years

when Lightning first met King, Chick and the other older races, he genuinely saw them as family

Chick was literally like an older brother that'd always tease the shit outta you

King was the dad before Doc came along

during off season they'd all hangout

and I'm not saying drives, I'm saying like they'd meet up at one of their houses and just fuck around like teenagers

they were all menaces

When Lightning found himself in Radiator Springs and meeting the whole town, he really felt a connection with them

stronger than with King and Chick

King became the cool uncle and Chick is now the annoying cousin

Doc is the dad, Mater is his brother, Flo is the cool aunt and so on

When RS became Lightning's new pit crew, King and Chick weren't exactly too keen on these people

bc who tf are they and why are they so friendly with McQueen?????

ofc everyone did meet and things weren't so tense

Doc even showed appreciation towards King, as he was more old school when racing and Doc loves seeing that in the younger generations

the RS crew was rowdy compared to the other crew in the pit, but that just made them that much easier to spot

after Lightning won his first race with RS on his side, it was like you never saw him away from those people

during the off season, Doc would give him new tips and tricks to learn

he keeps flying into the cacti while training

Mater is always on standby

"Getting towed is so embarrassing" "Just be glad it's not on the actual track"

Doc, McQueen and Luigi always talk about what tires would be best for the next season, especially with potential rain

Flo makes sure he has only the best quality oil all season

Ramone gives Lightning's car a new paint job each season

there's always something new

one time Ramone suggested a Lightning bolt with a few extra at the bottom and Lightning thought he couldn't do it

he did

everyone loved that specific paint job

originally Lightning thought everyone from RS would want him gone once Mac found him, but he was so happy to know they wanted him to stay at much as he wanted to

in the beginning, Lightning pushed for a lot of his earnings to be spent on RS once it got out that, that was where he was staying

mans wanted EVERYONE'S business/shop to look the best

even as he gets older, most of the fundings of RS is 80% Lightning

okay that's all I got for now :] hope ya liked and I'm open for more requests. this is sm fun hehe

#cars fandom #cars pixar #cars 3 #cars on the road #lightning mcqueen #pixar cars #jackson storm #radiator springs #cars #pandatalks #cars headcanons #headcanons #headcanon #fanon

[angel-blue18]

Coming Home

This is a Kalei x Ramon fanfiction. If you don't like the ship don't read but like, also read bc I'll convert you (jokes). Kalei and Ramon were made by the lovely @residentialrabbit who made the amazing game they're from! You should play it! There is a lot of people! AND WOMEN!! Okay back to Kalei and Ramon fucking. Kaleis anatomy is going to be referred to as AFAB, because the author is trans and afab and says so. Don't like? don't read.

Five years, five long, agonizing years. Ramon couldn't stand it, being away from his angel for that long. Not being able to hold him, touch him, kiss him. He hated it, he hated that he was bound to hell, he hated the selfish part of himself that wanted to bring Kalei to hell. Ramon wanted so badly to be selfish, to let that part of him go free once more, if only for his love. He stood in front of his mirror, fixing his hair, and adjusting his suit. He had to look good, If not for himself then for Kalei. His heart fluttered in his chest, the mere thought of seeing the archangel made him giddy. Finally finishing the final check of his outfit he left for Limbo, a small skip in his step that was never there five years ago.

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"Shit! FUCK! SERAPHIM ABOVE!!" Kalei swore, rushing to grab his papers, brush his hair, and get dressed all at once. He cursed aloud and to himself about letting himself stay up too late imagining Ramon. Very pure thoughts are what he claimed after a sweaty and messy cleanup of himself. He didn't have time to make sure he looked presentable before rushing out the door. And directly into Dominion. shifting it from side to side as he inspected him. The smaller angel felt like a maggot writing in the dirt: naked and afraid. Every happy thought, every excited breath within him vanished at Dominions touch. The Seraphim's eyes were cold and unwelcoming, as if undressing to find his every flaw.

It was another beat before Dominion let him go and stepped out of the way. "I won't let you down my Dominion" Kalei said, his voice was tight, gripping the papers as he rushed to Limbo. The feeling never left, he could still feel Dominion on him, like a curse. Once again kicking himself for being late for another cycle with just one more burden on his shoulders.

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Anxiety bubbled up in Ramon's chest, they couldn't have replaced Kalei, he did excellent in the previous cycle. Please Lucifer, let him still come, let him be here. The new souls wouldn't appear for a bit, so he would have some time with Kalei, he hoped. "I'M HERE! I'M HERE!" Kalei practically fell on his face as he got to the garden, panting. Ramon quickly moved to grab Kalei and steady him. "I'm so sorry- I thought I had more time- I didn't realize- I-" before he could continue, Ramon kissed Kalei, shutting him up. The papers in Kaleis hands were long discarded as a desperate kiss was shared between the two. Kalei's arms wrapped around his lover's neck, pulling him close. Arms wrapping around the angel's waist as the kiss grew hungry, begging for more. Ramon pulled away, nuzzling Kalei's forehead with his own. "Mi angelito hermoso" Ramon breathed Kalei in, feeling alive once again.

Then reality hit, his duty hit. Kalei felt sick, Dominion's lingering touch made it feel as if he was there, watching the two. Tears began to form in his eyes, as he looked away from Ramon. The tightness before came back, choking him as he then pulled away from Ramon. Shoving and back pedaling, he had to hide, he had to be safe. Ramon let him go, not wanting to have either Kalei or himself get hurt. "Kalei, you need to breathe." Ramon's voice was steady. Kalei curled into a ball, his hair pooling around him. Feeling Dominion's eyes on him, seeing his every flaw, he wanted to rip his skin off. He wanted to be perfect, he had to be. Hot tears spilled down over his face, shaking through him. "Kalei" Ramon's voice was broken, utterly broken. Placing a gentle hand on Kaleis back as he knelt next to him. "I need you to breathe, okay? You're going to hyperventilate if you don't." Kalei let out a shuddering breath, looking at Ramon. whose eyes now were filled with tears of his own.

"Why are you crying?" Kalei asked, reaching out gently to wipe Ramon's eyes. Ramon leaned into the touch, before holding back from kissing his palm. "I assumed it was my kissing, did I go too far- I am so sorry Kalei-" Ramon inhaled sharply, holding Kalei's hand he smiled softly. "I'm alright, I'm happy to see you and I'm sad you're upset." He holds Kalei's face gently. "Talk to me Kalei, what's going on?"

Kalei sighs, sniffling before he begins to speak. "It's nothing really, just Dominion. He just makes me feel so small. I ran into him before I came here and he touched me-" Kalei then took notice of Ramons jaw tightening. "Not like that! Just by how he is, he makes me feel like a failure. Like I'm imperfect." Kalei sighs, head resting on Ramon's shoulder. Ramon's arms wrapped around Kalei protectively, rubbing circles into his spine. Kalei softened, holding onto Ramon, "Please just...I want to feel you."

Ramon looked at the small angel in his arms, unsure of the full context Kalei wanted, he didn't want to rush into it. Hell knows he didn't have time to hit there and try to figure it out. He took Kaleis face in his hands and kissed him gently, waiting for the latter to set the pace and the message of what was desired. The kiss was gentle, soft caresses, Ramons hand tracing down the angel's soft clothes and to his thighs. Squeezing them softly causing a gasp to escape the angel's lips. Ramon pulled away slightly, smirking. "I need you to tell me what you want~ No whining about it being embarrassing." He kisses Kaleis neck gently, "please." A soft whimper escapes Kaleis lips as the demon kisses his neck, hips shifting into his hands more. "You Ramon, I want to feel you." A stroke of confidence hits as he takes the hand on his thigh and moves it to his core, face burning red. "there...if you want" He mutters softly. Ramons hand soft against the angel's clit, a small whimper escaping Kalei. Gently laying Kalei on the ground, skilled fingers rub soft circles into his clit, pulling soft moans from his lips. "You have no idea how long I have waited for you to do this~" Ramon purrs, his free hand massaging Kaleis waist. He kisses down the angel's neck, slowly sliding a finger into him causing a soft mewl to come from the angel below. Massaging the soft walls of the angel, reaching the sweet bundle of nerves causing Kalei to buck his hips into Ramons fingers, pushing them deeper. Kaleis moans and whimpers sounded like music to Ramon, watching the archangel come undone at the feeling of being fucked. Slow and gentle, the demon massaged Kalei open, slick dripping down onto the soft dirt below. "Please..." Kalei mewled, sweat beading his forehead, sticking his hair to his forehead. The Mammon pulled his fingers out of the quivering angel, licking the fluids from his fingers, savoring the taste of someone so pure only to soon be defiled by a demon of hell. The angel whimpered softly, hips squirming to be touched again, to have something fill him. Ramon unzipped his pants, palming his half hard cock, purring as he watched Kalei beg and whine. After what felt like hours for Kalei Ramon finally pulled out his dick, the Archangels face flushing a new shade of crimson. Thickest at the base and tapering slightly, 8 inches and thick as a soda can at the base was a monster of a cock, dripping precum onto the grassy bed below. The demon's dick teases his entrance, pushing gently and licking his lips like a predator watching his prey. Slowly and almost painfully for the squirming and writhing angel below Ramon pushed in, inch by inch watching Kaleis pussy swallow him greedily. Kalei keens, squeezing around the demon as he bottoms out. Ramon pauses, letting Kalei adjust to the new feeling, his lover balls deep inside of him, wanting him.

Kalei grabbed Ramon by the neck, pulling him down and kissing him, rough and hungry, a unsaid goahead for the Mammon to ravage him, fuck him until he couldnt tell what was angel and what was demon. Some small voice in the back of his mind worried what Dominion would say, what would happen if someone knew, but the louder voice, screaming and craving Ramon, won. Wanting so hard the love he is brutally denied for 5 years. Slowly, Ramon pulls out of him watching Kalei squirm and whimper.

"Keep whining like that and I won't be able to hold myself together" Ramon murmurs against Kaleis lips, kissing the corner of his mouth before moving to mark his neck. The demon's hips slowly connect with Kaleis again, soft moans escaping him, ecstasy filling them both. who knew love could feel so freeing, no more pressures, just them two and the bubbling love between them. Making up for the years, holding onto the moment and cherishing it until the next group from limbo. Kaleis cheeks felt wet, a warm hand wiping away the tears once again, no words this time, just the brutal understanding of what it means when they pull away and have to return to their duties. 5 more years, 5 years without feeling that spark of joy, feeling useless. To fall would betray what his parents built for him, but to stay, to betray his heart would be a punishment worse than anything the powers could think up.

"Don't hold back I, I want you to be able to remember and feel this as long as possible" Kalei murmured, breathing shakily as he watched something in the Mammons eyes change, sharpening more so as he began to drill into Kalei. Songbird like moans came from the angel as he felt Ramon pound against his most sensitive spot, his eyes rolling back feeling himself be used by Ramon. Choirs above to think of what Dominion would say, what Archangel would do, but he didn't care, the voyers could watch as he practically told them to go fuck themselves with his actions. His world came crashing back together as Ramon kissed him roughly, rubbing his clit tipping Kalei over the edge. Ramon wasn't far behind, finishing inside the angel who held him close. They stayed connected, panting heavily in each other's embrace, savoring the moment knowing once they pull away they must act like they never knew each other. Ramon kisses Kalei gently, moving the kisses down his neck and to his shoulder, mumbling into it, "I wish I never had to let you go." Kaleis hand made its way into Ramon's hair, stroking it gently, unable to trust his own voice. Ramon finally pulled away after another moment, cleaning up Kalei while pressing soft kisses over him. Kalei brushed Ramon's hair back, fixing his outfit before placing one last kiss to his lips."I don't want to say goodbye" Kalei says inches from his lips, hands gripping Ramons. "Then don't, it's just a see you later, I promise." Ramon kisses both of Kaleis knuckles before letting him go, smiling softly before watching the people appear. Kalei wiped his eyes quickly, banishing any stray tears before smiling, pretending as if his heart wasn't shattering all over again. Maybe the next group would be different, maybe, just maybe they could be together without betraying everything. The same old tune, Utopia or Hell, good or bad. Kalei guided the trial goers around, setting them up as night fell. He stepped into the garden, shivering slightly at the cool breeze. A warm arm wrapped around him as cat-like eyes looked at him, home, he was home right now even if it was just a moment under the stars. The Choir didn’t matter as long as he knew that Ramon would be there waiting on the other side.

#Everyone Hates Dominion #repurpose game #repurpose #repurpose dominion #Repurpose Ramon #Repurpose Kalei #Kalei x Ramon #god I love them #Angel x Demon #I love traumatizing repurpose characters #Gay people are real??? #Yerning #Doomed Yaoi is doomed #Kalmon #Kalmon everyone #I started writing this before part two and just now finished

[aurora-ze-aquarius]

Rookie swap au oneshot, ft. Sam

⚠️⚠️//Absent fathers/Mentions of Neglect

Why don't you celebrate Fathers Day?

Those words hit him like a semi truck speeding by, unable to stop seeing the deer on the road. Jackson turned back to the little girl, who stared up at him with curious eyes. He felt a cold sweat, but acted calm and collected.

He was told by Sally that Lightning had gone and left earlier that morning to visit the graveyard. Their daughter Sam overheard the conversation and asked to come with him to go check up on Lightning.

Their walk was mostly quiet, with the occasional small talk here and there. Then, she brought up the date today, with Jackson accidently mentioning how he doesn't celebrate Fathers Day. He knew she didn't mean to, she was only a child, but her question made Jackson swallow a gulp.

"What do you mean?" He asked appearing nonchalantly, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. Sam shrugged, letting out a small hum.

"Well, on Fathers Day, everyone's doing something special for their dad. Like like- Uncle Ramone and Auntie Flo have special Fathers Day stuff. Uncle Guido and Uncle Luigi like to send gifts and letters to their papas. Granpappy and Grandmommy are coming to have dinner with us later. And then, I made something for Papa. And Papa is visiting Granddad right now!" She smiled, holding onto her basket full of treats. Jackson nodded, yet kept silent, preferring to listen to her rambles instead. Though, Sam turned back to him, tilting her head.

"What about you? Do you have something special to give your dad?"

"Uh." He didn't. He had no reason to after all. The old man practically disowned him once he dropped out of college to pursue racing, and hasn't bothered to contact him since. Even then, the gifts Jackson had given to him were most likely just sitting in cardboard boxes in one of their many mansions somewhere, collecting dust and spiderwebs.

Though, he did have something in his pocket he's been itching to give to someone, he just didn't have the time to. But, why would he give it to him though? After all, he's already someone else's dad. And, would he even return the sentiment..?

"Jackson? Sam?" They both looked up and saw Lightning, who sat right by a gravestone. The plaque read the name 'Jesse Paul Hudson'.

'Oh. We're here now.'

"Papa!" Sam ran over to her dad, throwing her arms around him as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "Happy Fathers Day!"

"Hey kiddo!" Lightning laughed, glad to see his daughter make it here. Sam pulled away and set the basket down. She fished out a bouquet of flowers and set it down Doc's grave.

"Happy Fathers Day too, Granddad!"

Of course, Doc couldn't answer, but Lightning knows his ghost is smiling down upon the little girl. At least, he believes so.

"I made this for you too, Papa!" Sam grinned, handing him an envelope. Lightning opened it up, finding a messy drawing of the piston cup, but instead of the usual text, it read '#1 Dad ever!!!' instead.

Lightning let out an audible 'aww' and pulled his daughter into a hug. "I love it. Thank you, Sam."

A small smile appeared on Jackson's lips, though conflicting emotions clashed in his head as he watched the two. Lightning and Sam let go of the hug, as the former turned back to Jackson, who lingered just a bit away.

"So, uh, Jackson. Were you looking for me to train with? I'm sorry. I have other plans for today."

Jackson waved a hand dismissively. "Eh, it's fine, Champ. I just don't have anything else to do. " he bit his lip, glancing away. He wasn't sure if he was welcomed here. "I uh, I could go if you want. Yanno, leave you guys to do your stuff..."

Lightning shook his head, "It's fine. Take a seat. We could talk about stuff you could work on if you'd like." He gestured to the spot next to him, patting the delicate patch of grass.

So Jackson decided to stay with them. It was strange. He believed Lightning just invited him to stay because he felt bad for the guy, but Jackson enjoyed this company. Really, he wished he had these kinds of lax conversations with his old man growing up.

At first, they talked about strategies and plans for the next race, improvements Jackson could make, but then it evolved into Lightning's relationship with Doc. How he missed him, and hope he's doing him proud.

"He was like a dad to me. He was there when mine couldn't be..." Lightning sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jackson hummed, finding himself nodding along. "...yeah. I get what you mean."

Lightning turned to him, taking notice of that solemn look upon Jackson's face. It was a look Lightning was oh so familiar with. The look of yearning for approval, wanting to please someone but never felt good enough.

His attention was promptly stolen by Sam, who tugged on the sleeve of his jacket. "Papa, what do you mean your dad wasn't there for you?" She asked.

"Well sweetie, there are times where the dad who brought you into this world can't look after you as best they could... And sometimes, you look towards someone else to well, basically be your dad in his place."

Lightning noticed that sudden look of concern from his daughter. "But! I'd never leave you the way my dad left me." He glanced towards Jackson, adding, "I promised myself I'd never make that mistake. I won't let either of you down..." He pulled Sam into a hug, the little girl practically clinging onto him. Jackson felt stunned.

Those words... 'Either of them'... Was he talking about Sam and Doc? Or was he talking about...

Jackson was pulled from his thoughts when he saw the two of them standing up. "Alright. I think it's time we headed back." He picked up his daughter, who giggled as she was placed upon his shoulders. "Jackson, could you get the basket?"

Jackson nodded, stretching his legs as he stood up and picked up their things. The three walked back towards town, down the dusty trail.

"Hey Jackson."

"Mhm..?"

Lightning gave him a soft smile, uttering the words Jackson never thought he'd ever hear. "I'm proud of you, kid."

Jackson felt a pang in his heart. He felt shaken, wanting to cry. But he didn't, and instead, rolled his eyes, fishing out a small blue envelope from his pocket. He handed it over to Lightning, not meeting his eyes.

"Happy Fathers Day, McQueen..." He said, his cheeks coated in a faint red from embarresment.

Lightning's eyes lit up in surprise, but surprise turned to happiness, and honestly, a sense of pride.

In many ways, McQueen hopes he continues to make Doc proud. Whether it be through racing, through taking care of his family, and now, he hopes he does him well looking after the rookie the same way Doc did for him.

#pixar cars #cars fandom #pixar #lightning mcqueen #humanized cars #jackson storm #sam mcqueen #🌌🖌️ #cars rookie swap au #💛🔄🖤 #alright! it's here- and completed- #🌌✍️ #🌌⚠️

[jackalsprey]

Mi Amores

@strawberrylapin Stan I promised you some Lightnesco for your birthday and here it is! AS POLY LIGHTNING, SALLY, AND FRANCESCO! I will take this headcanon to my grave. These three are MARRIED and IN LOVE and NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE! Thank you.

Also, this is LONG. 1300 words exactly. I used it for my NaNoWriMo goal. (Yes, I'm doing NaNoWriMo, that's why I haven't posted anything in forever.)

Did Francesco expect to end up in this situation? No, he did not.

Did he anyway? Yes.

Was he the goddamn happiest man on the planet for it? Absolutely.

Falling in love with Lightning McQueen, his supposed rival, had been a surprise, one that had pained his tender Italian heart. After all, he was a magnificent man, a worthy rival, one that the Greeks and Romans would write endless poems on! (Ok, perhaps not that far, but Francesco did always have a talent for being dramatic.) But alas, he was in a happy relationship with the woman of his dreams, so even the great Francesco did not stand a chance.

Until that had changed.

It had been subtle; he and Signora Sally talking more and more often whenever he visited Radiator Springs. She was truly a wonderful woman: beautiful, fiery, but kind and gentle. She knew exactly what to say, even if it could hurt. (She was better than most racers at trash talking.) The biggest miracle of all? She’d gotten him to stop referring to himself in the third person.

And suddenly, Francesco found himself falling for her too.

He’d known he was polyamorous for some time; being with multiple partners had never disturbed him. But to be in love with both his greatest American rival and his wonderful lawyer girlfriend sounded like a plot straight out of a cheesy romance novel his mama would read.

And just like one of those romance novels, it ended up working out spectacularly, because now? Exactly one year after the World Grand Prix, Francesco Bernoulli was moving to Radiator Springs, Arizona, to live with his girlfriend and boyfriend.

“That the last of them?” Sally called from the kitchen.

Francesco set down the box, filled with his street clothes, on the coffee table. “I think so, Lightning is just checking the van to make sure.”

As if on cue, the American racer strode it empty-handed, whistling some ridiculous country music tune. What was it called, Life is a Highway?

“Movers are paid and on their way out,” he reported. “And Jesus Christ, they overcharged. 6,000 dollars for less than 40 things they carried?!”

Francesco smirked, wrapping an arm around his waist. “To be fair, mi amore, they were working for the two greatest racers in the world! And were dragging those things to the hottest place on Earth.”

“We’re on the opposite side of the state from Death Valley, idiot,” he grumbled, but still leaned into the embrace.

Sally came in and smirked at the sight of her boyfriends cuddling upright. Running her hand through her short black hair, she looked tempted to join in, but managed to hold herself back. “Alright love ducks, we’ve got unpacking to do. Make yourselves useful.”

“By making the bed?” Francesco quipped, wiggling his eyebrows seductively.

“By taking out the trash,” she corrected, grabbing the box he’d set down. “And don’t put things on the coffee table, it’ll leave marks.”

The Italian shrugged. “As you wish.” And in one swift move, he hoisted Lightning up and threw him over his shoulder, fireman style. 

“WHAT THE HELL?!” The American yelled. “Put me down!”

“She asked me to take out the trash, I’m just doing what she wants,” he replied innocently, while walking out to the front.

“You stupidass spaghetti man!” The insult was rather offset by the fact that in between words, Lightning was laughing up a storm. (Francesco smirked at the mental pun.) “Guess who’s not sleeping with you tonight!”

“Hm, let’s see…Sheriff, Lizzie, Fillmore, Sarge, Flo, Ramone, Red, Guido, and Luigi. I think that covers it.”

“And me, asshole! I am not sleeping with you tonight, no matter how sexy you are or how comfy the new bed is!”

Just for that, Francesco did actually set him down in the empty trash can. (Oof!) He was laughing even harder than before. The Italian racer couldn’t help but grin at the sight: the love of his goddamn life, right before him, more beautiful than he ever could’ve imagined. Yes, he was in a trash can, wearing ratty gym shorts, and his own merch tank top, but goddamn it, he was  still gorgeous.

Then a tap on the shoulder alerted him to the presence of the other love of his life. Francesco smirked as he met her sky blue eyes. More serious, and yet still sweet, pale but with a passion in her features that set his heart pounding, she was the Lucia to his Renzo, the stars to his sky. 

“You two done?” She asked.

“Si,” he chuckled.

“Uh, a little help here?” Lightning asked, struggling to flounder his way out of the garbage. 

“Only if you promise to take a shower once you’re out, you smell like crap,” Francesco stipulated.

“Oh, and who’s fault is that, Mr. Bernoulli?”

“Mr. Bernoulli is my father’s name,” he corrected. “And I don’t think it’s his.”

“Ok, ok, smart aleck,” Sally groaned, rolling her eyes. “Get him outta there and get your Italian ass in here.”

As she strode back in, he couldn’t help but give her one last snarky remark. “Only if you plan on slapping these asses later!”

“I agree!” Lightning called.

Their response was a well-manicured middle finger.

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After the gentlemen had stopped giving Sally hell and actually started helping her out, it didn’t take very long to set everything up. They’d all decided to share the one bedroom, and Francesco hadn’t shipped much furniture with him overseas, so it was really just a matter of setting up his books, clothes, and making room for his absurd amount of plushies. (His only response to “why do you have so many” was “dopamine. Fuck off.”)

After they were done, all three laid down together on the queen-sized bed. The Italian, the lawyer, and the jerk with a heart of gold, cuddling like a bunch of kittens, before they turned into bloodthirsty devils. (Lightning had biases.)  Francesco was on the left, curled up and with his arms wrapped around Sally’s waist. Sandwiched in between them was Lightning, his fluffy brown hair a perfect little toy to play with as they relaxed.

“Y’know, this is not where I thought I’d end up in life,” he murmured.

“You wanted something else?” Sally whispered.

“Nah, not really,” he replied, chuckling almost imperceptibly. “Can’t think of anything better than this right now.”

Francesco, who was the one facing his boyfriend’s face, pressed gentle kisses to his forehead. “Good, I was about to regret moving here.”

The two Americans snuggled closer, if that was even possible. 

“Please never do that, Fran,” Sally asked. “Please, for all our sake.”

“No plans to, fiore.”

“Ah, what, do I not get cute Italian nicknames?” Lightning pouted. 

Before Francesco could answer, a stern, clipped voice cut through the peaceful vibe of the room. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, FILLMORE?”

“C’mon man, some respect for the queen!”

“And, that’s my cue,” Sally sighed, reluctantly extracting herself from the cuddle pile. “Don’t get too frisky, I just did those sheets last week.”

“Translation, you don’t want us to have too much fun without you,” Lightning quipped.

That earned him another middle finger, right before she walked out the bedroom door. It sent him into another fit of laughter. Now, it was just the boyfriends, tightly wrapped up with each other, and Francesco giving Lightning the best puppy eyes he’d ever seen.

“Sooooo?”

“So what?”

“Should we listen to her or…”

Lightning let out a brief laugh. Grabbing the Italian by the front of his black and white jacket, he rolled them over so that he was now on top of him.

“Not a chance, spaghetti head. Not a chance.” They kissed, soft and sweet, and Francesco knew that this was the best decision he’d ever made.

#lightning mcqueen #cars 2 #cars pixar #pixar cars #sally carrera #francesco bernoulli #for a friend #happy birf stan #POLY LIGHTNING SALLY AND FRANCESCO FTW!

[walkingstackofbooks]

SNW 2x06 Lost in Translation thought-stream

Is Kirk in this episode? Exciiite!! :D

Uhura!!!!

"My eyes are technically open, Captain." I love this new confidence, it suits her!

The TOS earpiece :O Yisss

He's fleet captain?! That's quite big, no?

THE SPINNING THINGS!!!! Nacelles? Idk the orange glowy things you always see on the TOS intro are in action and I love it?

Ohhhh, the recording of Hemmer :'(

"I'm sorry. I just said that because he's dead." Pelia I ADORE you

"Which is why they could really use your version of managerial fervour." Hah! That is Very Una.

JEEEZ THAT APPARITION'S TERRIFYING ... WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO HEMMER, SNW?

"Starfleet officers aren't supposed to randomly hallucinate." "You didn't do anything wrong, and there was nothing random about it." M'Benga is so gentle!, I love his bedside manner <3

I feel like Uhura has been in sickbay a lot this season?

"I empathize. But I also know a stubborn patient when I see one. You aren't going back on duty till I'm satisfied you've slept." She look so shocked XD You really shouldn't be that surprised that the doctor is gonna doctor, Uhura!

OH IT'S THE FARRAGUT! THAT'S KIRK'S SHIP!

Am excited to see more of Pelia too!!!!!

Actually, this is the first time we've ever seen Sam and Jim alive together (apart from that AOS deleted scene). Time to make Operation Annihilate more heartbreaking!

"Literally everything in xenoanthropology is new and exciting."

Jim's eye on Spock's chess game makes me so happy, I cannot express how much

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I am not in the market for friends right now." Oh, Nyota

I am so here for Uhura and Kirk on the case together

Pike's little breath and "Lieutenant Kirk". He's so well-adjusted tho

I'm so excited for La'an to run into Kirk again too

Can you find someone else to evaluate if it's real? Oh you did! Yes, Nyota!

No, you're supposed to wait for backup!

The way Jim catches her :o :3 <3 And her panicked "wait!". Oh, my heart. Okay, I love this Jim too, this is our Kirk

Well that's not disturbing at all, Ramon's space disintegration

Pike is so dadly and I love him for it. "The way I see it, that's good news. You're not crazy. Something is affecting you, the same way it affected him. And we're gonna figure out what."

"It won't come to that, I promise you." How can you promise that, Chirs? Take her advice! Let her be safe

Oh La'an ❤️❤️❤️ Just stumbling in on Kirk like that. You poor thing.

"And you have crumbs on your uniform! You're like a space hippie!" Wow, Una XD

"I don't need a cookie." "Okay, now you sound crazy." Kirk's trying to offer food as comfort... I wonder how Tarsus fits into this Jim

"The truth is I've never been able to face death." Oh, Uhura.

I've just realised she was watching that video of Hemmer, even though she must know how to do the thing by now.

"What's the play?" God, Pike's trust in her. That must be such a hard decision, on only that information he's been given.

"You gave me a C!" XD

Ohhh. But it's not really about that. Good. Una's too good o be petty.

I really love being able to see this beginning of Kirk and Uhura's friendship <3

Jim, clearly he'd like you to return with a compliment of your own. 'Xenoanthropology saved the day after all' or something? It's not hard.

Sam! What the heck? I was on your side for a second but I really don't think your brother has anything he needs to apologise for. Are you this much of an ass to anyone else?! (I really can't remember what he did in s1).

SPOCK

A HANDSHAKE!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHH

HER KNOWING SMILE

AHHHH

Oh and as the camera pans away we can see that Jim is constantly looking across to Spock I cannot I cannot I cannot

Oh I ADORED that episode. And not just the ending! Jim fit in seamlessly throughout, it was really nice seeing that in the real timeline, he is our Kirk.

And Uhura is, of course, everything. I love her so much.

#andi watches snw #snw lost in translation #snw 2x6 #Nyota Uhura #Jim Kirk #WSB

[storytelller-fanfics-english]

Chapter 5: Calm

Notes:

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

___

Leonard woke up from the fact that he no longer had nightmares and did not feel any pain, either phantom or real. Lifting his head, he looked around. It seems that at the moment he was in S.T.A.R. Labs, and next to him on a chair sat... Barry?.. And he was holding his hand?..

The man tried to gently release his hand from the tenacious grip of Allen's fingers, but he stirred and Snart froze.

"Len..." Flash exhaled with relief, opening his eyes and seeing that his soulmate had regained consciousness.

"Wh..." Captain Frost wanted to be indignant, saying, "what are you doing, I'm Leonard Snart for you!", but his gaze involuntarily slipped to their clasped hands and the criminal shut up, being in the deepest shock.Their hands were glowing. Barry was taking his pain away. Barry was his soulmate.

Leonard clearly saw the inscription "Error" flashing brightly in his head. He looked at the glowing palms in bewilderment and could not believe that it was true, because his father was sure that he would be a dark, nasty, dirty soul and, accordingly, would remain without a soulmate, and over time, Lenny himself believed it.But here they are sitting, and they are soulmates. The man thought for a couple more seconds and smiled mirthlessly. What a bitter irony it must be for Barry: the hero found his soul mate, and she turned out to be his sworn enemy.

Snart pulled his hand out of Flash's grasp as quickly as if Barry was boiling water, and Leonard accidentally put his hand in there, and immediately groaned from a wild headache, clutching his head and twisting his face.

Allen reacted instantly, grabbed him by the same hand, squeezed it and concentrated, feeling the pain of Snart flowing through his veins, filling him from the inside, penetrating into every cell, and at the same time feeling this pain leaving his soulmate's body.

"And how long have you been sitting like this?" Frost asked when the pain no longer clouded his consciousness, feeling that the silence was becoming unbearable.

"I didn't count," came the muffled reply, Bartholomew was too focused on taking the pain away from Leonard to count the hours, minutes or seconds.

They sat there for several hours, sometimes talking about abstract topics, and after that Cisco, Lisa, Caitlin, Ronnie, Iris, Eddie, Martin, Clarissa, and Joe came to the lab. By that time Captain Cold was feeling a little better and Barry took his hand away from him.

"Lenny!" Lisa exclaimed joyfully, running up to her lying brother and gently hugging him, "I'm so glad you woke up..." she breathed into his hair, closed her eyes and kissed him on the top of his head, almost crying with happiness.

"I love you too, little sister," the man grinned, closing his eyes from this unexpected caress and soothing stroking the younger Snart's hand.

"I have news," the girl suddenly declared, smiling mysteriously and coming closer to Ramon.

"I don't think it's a good idea right now..." the guy drawled, cautiously squinting at his beloved's brother.

"What's wrong?" the criminal instantly inquired, boring the black-haired man with a heavy look, because it was very suspicious that his sister's mood had changed so dramatically. Cisco swallowed nervously, wondering if Snart would finish him off on the spot or would he wait until Lisa didn't see it?

A beaming Lisa took her lover's hand and Leonard literally choked on air when he saw that their palms lit up.

"I'm very happy for you," the man smiled warmly and sincerely at his sister, and she hugged him again, "if you offend her, I'll wring your neck," Frost warned in all seriousness when Lisa had already left the room, and Ramon raised his hands, as if surrendering, and followed for your soul mate.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Bartholomew took his soulmate's hand again, and Snart turned a very thoughtful look at Allen.

"And what are we going to do with this?" Leonard pointed with his free palm at their joined glowing hands. It still seemed to him that it was some kind of beautiful terrible unreal dream. Just a crazy figment of his imagination. But at the same time, he did not want the dream to end, he felt comfortable and for some reason very calm next to Barry, even though he was a police criminologist, as well as Flash, the hero of the city, in one person.

"To live, Len," Barry smiled gently at him, "just to live…"

#the flash #coldflash #captain cold #leonard snart #bartholomew allen #barry allen #flash #lisa snart #leonard snart fanfic

[waterforlorn]

day six. october 12th.

been driving most of the day, i think nico's happy about it. he seems... i dunno, i think he doesn't like driving much. he feels restless after a while like he'd rather be ANYWHERE else than driving the car right then. told him i don't mind driving at all and he let me take over. well, i had to promise i'd drive wherever he said, which... sounds to me like he's got more stuff planned. i need to get away to like.. do something or pick something up, don't i?

BUT HOW?

nico's on my ass 24/7. maybe when he picks up food next time. hm. maybe that's my window of opportunity. i'll think on it. it's like evening now, we're back on the interstate, in iowa. we could've made it to camp jupiter days ago, but ... i think that's just like... the endgame target location. i'm starting to think that like... he's not planning to get back to camp for a while... longer than i anticipated and i'm not sure how to feel about it.

they ...need us, don't they? i mean sure they can handle themselves, but what if something happens while we're away and it takes someone ...well, someone good from us? what if we come back and find out we could've saved someone we care about? i mean i know i only got a select few i'd die for in camp, but i know nico cares about quite a bunch of the kids. i don't really. not in the same way at least.

now that i think about it... hm. holli, obviously. not even sure how she managed to weasel her way into my heart head, but i got the feeling she ain't gonna leave it like.. ever again. i know kit's important to nico, which... yep, same for me. grey's been through enough. i feel like.. if i ever decided to have a kid.. they would've been a little like grey. wild, untamed, a little killer. fucking steadfast. although i guess my kid wouldn't have been, they'd never have to see the same shit i did growing up. then again.. i would've likely messed them up just as badly, which only make me agree with past me. NO KIDS FOR ME.

i'd not wanna see a child deal with the same rage i did if it's truly genetic, which i mean.. nobody's ever been able to say cause RAMON ramon couldn't fuck off for even just for a day. therapy and meds can only fix a kid when there's hope. but the rage never went away, so.. maybe i was just born with it and it's been made worse by this. no fricken idea. it doesn't matter anyway. unless scientists find themselves with the biggest fucking breakthrough in the history of breakthroughs i'm not gonna have a kid. pedriod.

and that's okay. let the rojas bloodline die out. sadly it won't stop ramon from making more little monsters to spew hate at the world. some days i wonder if he'd have been the same way if i was his, but i don't think he would've been. the fact i wasn't just .. gave him the justification he needed to feel like he was doing the right thing. both him and victoria can rot in hell for all i care. they always say a child loves its parents .. no matter how cruel they are. guess i'm truly broken, cause when i think of victoria... i feel nothing. anger, maybe. disappointment. but not even enough to go see her.

i know they're both alive still. fucking miracle nobody's taken ramon's head yet. i just ... don't care enough. i could go back home and feed them both a bit of their medicine, but what's the point? what's done is done and while i know i'd fucking LOVE feeling ramon's bones break under my fists... what would it get me? he wouldn't get it and compared to him... i'm not into inflicting pain upon others weaker than me. i'm no coward.

there's something in iowa nico wants me to see. well, he said experience. we'll see i guess. not SURE. but not today. we've checked into some weird-ass motel not long ago. the looks we got for just wanting ONE bed. hah. i wouldn't be surprised to find the receptionist barging in and throwing his bible at us while we're fucking. i never really cared about the WHERE, or someone watching. i know nico does, though, so i'm gonna behave tonight.

JUST TONIGHT THO

#vacation journal things

[one-sad-human]

•You’re Crazy• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Duff McKagan x Reader

Requested? Yes! By a lovely anon

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: —

     You sit down at the bar, waving at the bar tender to order. He walks over, quickly taking your order and giving you your drink with a small smile. Maybe he noticed the tears and stress written all over your face.

     You had just moved to LA a week ago, and it had been going ok until today. Your roommate kicked you out, suddenly and for no real reason. She threw you out along with two suitcases which you barely even unpacked yet.

     You don't know where you're going to sleep tonight, you don't know the area well yet and you definitely don't have friends to stay with. In other words, you're fucked, utterly fucked.

     Out of the corner of your eye, you see a man sit on the bar stool next to yours. Even out of your peripheral vision, you can tell he's tall.

     "What's a pretty lady like you doing at the bar all alone?" He asks. You sigh and shut your eyes tightly in annoyance.

     "Look, I had a bad day and I really don't want to be bothered right now." You take a long drink of your alcoholic beverage, thankful for the buzz it gives you.

     "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I saw you from over there and you looked upset, I just wanted to see what was wrong," the man says. You can admit that seemed pretty sincere.

     You turn your eyes away from staring at your glass to the man sitting next to you. You'd be lying if you said he wasn't extremely attractive.

     He had a jean jacket full of pins and patches, tight leather pants and a Ramones tee. His hair was mostly blonde but the tips were a washed out blue, like his blue hair had grown out tremendously.

     "That's nice of you, but I don't really want to get into it," you say and give him a polite smile.

     "How am I supposed to help you if you don't 'get into it?'" He asks. You almost laugh at loud at his willingness to help a stranger.

     "You don't even know me." He shrugs.

     "I'd like to, I'm Duff." He puts his hand out. You take his hand, shaking it with a smile. His hand is callused slightly, making you wonder if he has a hands on job.

     "I'm Y/N," you reply.

     "Now we know each other, so why do you look like you've been crying?" Duff asks, cutting to the chase so fast it almost gave you whiplash. You take a deep breath and begin pouring your heart out.

     "I just moved here last week, and today my roommate kicked me out," you say. "I don't have anywhere to sleep and I don't have any friends or family to stay with. It's just a huge mess."

     You place your head in your hands and try to calm yourself. Duff rubs your shoulder comfortingly. You slowly lift up your head.

     "But I'm sure I'll figure it out. I'll stay in my car for a while until I can find an apartment."

     "No way, you can stay with me." Shock graces your face, your eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Duff is a little surprised, too, he's not sure why he wants to help you so bad. Maybe because he knows the feeling of moving somewhere foreign and scary, he had just done it, too.

     Besides, ever since he saw you walk into the bar, a sad look on your pretty face, he knew he wanted to help you. He's never felt so entranced before.

     "You're crazy," you say with a disbelieving shake of your head. "You're fucking crazy."

     "I'm aware." Duff smiles at you. "You going to take me up on my offer or not?" You think for a moment before shrugging.

     "What do I have to lose?"

"Absolutely nothing."

     Nearly three years later and you and Duff are still together. But now in a much better apartment, as Duff's debut album with his band did amazingly.

     You've decided a long time ago that you had feelings for the blonde. But after so long, it seemed useless to tell him. You're convinced he doesn't feel the same way, even though his band mates have told you otherwise.

     "He fucking loves you! Tell him!" Is what Axl would tell you, almost every day nowadays. It's to the point that you want to tell Duff just to you don't have to hear Axl's whining anymore.

     But, nonetheless, you're still too nervous to tell Duff anything. Especially since Duff has a new girlfriend, he has for about a month and a half. Her name's Mandy, and she seems pretty ok, which is why you feel bad for resenting her.

     After all, you had no reason to hate her. You aren't with Duff, and with the pace you're going, you never will be.

    You've met her a few times already, she's a little touchy feely, but you would be too if you were dating Duff.

     The worst of all, it's going well. Duff always comes home from a date and it's always 'Mandy this, Mandy that.'

     Well, it used to be. All honesty, you haven't heard him talk much about her in the past two weeks. They still go on dates, Duff just seems to be in a funk.

     However, that didn't stop him from going on another date with her tonight, which is why you're alone at home. He's been gone for about an hour, which isn't long at all for their dates.

     Which is why it's strange when he walks through the door, a downcast expression on his pretty face. You pause your movie, looking at him grab a beer from the refrigerator.

     "You're home early," you say. Duff looks a little spooked, and he clutches his chest.

     "Jesus, I thought you'd be sleeping already. You're going to give me a heart attack." You giggle a little.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Duff sits next to you on the couch, his back and shoulders tense. “What’s wrong?”

“I broke up with Mandy,” he says nervously.

“I thought it was going good, what happened?” You ask, your brows furrowing. Sure, you loved him, but you thought he was truly happy with her, and you didn’t want them to break up.

“I guess I just realized with the help of Axl that I have feeling for someone else.” You nod slowly. “And he said she felt the same, so I thought I’d just jump the gun.”

“Who?” You say breathlessly. Duff doesn’t answer you with words, instead leaping over to you and smashing his lips to yours.

It’s passionate and leaves you wanting more when he pulls away. You stare at him for a minute to catch your breath.

“You, it’s always been you. I’ve wanted to do that since we met at that bar.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that since we met at that bar.”

#guns n’ roses #guns n’ roses x reader #duff mckagan x reader #guns n’ roses imagine #duff mckagan fluff #duff Mckagan #classic rock imagine #80s metal

[thesolotomyhan]

There's a lot we could talk about with Món: from his speedo, to his ass (or lack of lolol) to how he would propose, but i'll go right into the serious important question here reina: do you think he could be committed, faithful to a woman 100%? like Mín is with Ruth, as far a we know? bc i have to say s3!Món did established he's a party boy, he likes having fun, likes going out with his friends to the clubs, where obviously he attracts the attention of viejas who dgaf if he's married or not, so would he have the strength to say: thanks, but no thanks i'm married? I can see it going both ways: him cheating, not seeing the big deal about it and just asking you to forgive him later, OR him following Min's path once he found the one. I love mi ninõ hermoso with all my heart, pero I have doubts if he could do faithful...perhaps once he's older, what do you think? PS: This though was prompted by me reading the wedding hc, which btw made me feel SO MUCH AND CRY !!!! ( hermoso cariño oh my goddd !!!!!!!🥰🥰😭😭) it was perfect! BUT it got me thinking about this like: ok what happens after the marriage? would he let go of his partying ways? would be faithful to his princesa? Or would he act a bit like Pablo you know? su esposa claramente es el amor de su vida y su prioridad SIEMPRE, but he also compartmentalizes some of his feelings and needs with a different woman. SO SORRY! this got long and deep.....no pressure for you to answer it! it's just a thought I had and needed to share with you! I'll shut up now dssjdjsds ;)

ayy dios- wow ok bestie sooo,,, my ass wants to lean into him following benjamins example once he for sure knows he found his amor de la vida ya know like to the point where he finds no other comparable and he becomes infatuated,, and i mean looking at benjamin and francisco who are both married but still go out to have a guys night i feel as though ramon would start to become more like them,,, like by s3 hes starting to become more mature so if were talking about that then yeah haha,, but also i can see where your getting your doubts from because yeah hes joven and just feels like one not being the type to be held down but honestly i do feel like when hes finally found the one hes going to be out here acting a bit more mature when you’re not around and following mins example :(

awwww 🥺 thank you for that comment haha that wedding hc had me llorando media noche for him :((( i couldnt handle it :( im happy you enjoyed it haha and again UGH YOUR QUESTIONS LOL como me pones a pensar,,, so maybe ,, maybe not if you get where im coming from but he would love to go partying with you tho if you wanted to but he might occasionally go partying just maybe not so much and if he becomes infatuated with you :( there is no one like you for him to be looking at someone else :( ayy no because i feel like it runs in the family that no one would be disrespecting your name much less putting their hands on you in front of him ,, so i feel like he wouldnt lean into being like pinche pablo you feel? ok ok im done rambling too haha

#asks #ducavalentinos #for me… personally #I don’t think he would be like pablo- hes trying his best to be committed to you once he’s really fallen in love with someone completely:( #idk tho haha thats just me

[knives-out20]

Hollywood Anniversary - Cliff Booth X Male!OC

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Cradle robbing,

Notes: Welcome to the Clobby one year anniversary! On this day last year, I released the very first Clobby one shot and boy, oh boy, did I have no idea what type of an investment I was in for. These two changed my life in ways I didn't know they even could, they gave me a different perspective of love than I previously had, and they honestly mean the world to me. I'm so glad I created Bobby Brightside and that in continuing to create more content and lore for him, I've been able to create a different version of myself. Enjoy, everyone!

Bobby snuck on top of Cliff on the couch, waking him up. "Happy anniversary, Cliffy."

Cliff chuckled softly, gazing back up at Bobby with adoring eyes. "Happy anniversary to you, too, Bobby." He returned, happily taking the kiss Bobby gave him. "So what are our plans for today?"

"Ah, we always go out and do things. I thought this year we could coop up at home, just the two of us..." Bobby looked up, at Brandy playing with a chew toy by the stairs. "...And Brandy."

"Sounds good." Cliff nodded.

Bobby brought Cliff's left hand up to his lips, kissing the ring on his finger. "I love you. I'm happy this is here and I'm so much fucking more glad that you're here...with me."

Cliff slowly sat up, Bobby shuffling off of him.

There was a knock at the front door.

Cliff furrowed his eyebrows. "...Are we expecting anyone?"

Bobby could barely contain an excited smile. "Only a chauffeur."

"A chauffeur?" Cliff repeated, standing up after Bobby. "You're insane."

"I'm a liar, and you love me. You're in love with a liar. C'mon, get your shoes on." Bobby walked over to the front door, sliding on a pair of his shoes. He whistled for Brandy, who dropped her toy and padded over.

Cliff shook his head, following Bobby's lead. "Who's the driver?"

Bobby unlocked his door, swinging it open. "Frankie!" He welcomed, enveloping his buddy in a tight hug.

Frankie hugged him back. "Hey, Bobby- um, Cliff- uh, both." He greeted, his newly-washed Plymouth sparkling in Bobby's driveway. Frankie pulled away from the hug first, tipping his hat. "Your chariot a-a-awaits, you two."

Bobby clapped his hands as he giggled, gesturing for Cliff to follow.

Cliff locked the front door behind them, Brandy at his side as they got into Frankie's car.

Frankie started the car, pulling out of the driveway. "H-Happy anniversary, you guys. Uh...from the Buddies, 'n' Ramon, MJ...Bruce, too! And Soup 'n' Dolly...And Diana. Best for last."

"You're so good for her." Bobby cooed, "thanks, by the way."

Cliff slid an arm around Bobby's shoulders, Brandy panting with her head out the window. "Yea, thanks."

Frankie nodded in return, Freddy & The Dreamers playing through the car's speakers.

"So..." Cliff started. "Where exactly are we going?"

"I'm strictly pro-prohibited from telling you- telling you that...Sorry."

Cliff looked at Bobby, who simply grinned. "Alright, no worries. Guess we'll find out."

"That's- That's- That's the plan!"

Bobby leaned his head on Cliff's shoulder, one hand rubbing Brandy's back.

"It's sweet that you thought to bring Brandy along on...this...whatever this is." Cliff giggled.

"Hey, she's part of us." Bobby gestured his free hand between Cliff and himself. "She only deserves to."

Frankie slowed to a stop by a beautiful green field, a prominent tree in the near distance. "Think you can walk the- the walk?"

"To the tree?" Cliff inquired.

"Mhm."

"Uh, yea, no, definitely."

Bobby pushed open the door on his right, letting Brandy out first. He climbed out the car and ran around it to open Cliff's door for him.

Cliff poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "Thank you."

Bobby closed the door behind him. "No problem. Thanks, Frankilicious! See you later!"

Frankie nodded and waved, quick to drive off.

Bobby took Cliff's hand in his own, leading Brandy and his beloved over to a tree.

As Cliff and him drew closer to the tree, he could make out more and more things; a picnic blanket and basket, some beer, a record player with a stack of records next to it, and a swing tied to the tree that gave the blanket shade. "Woah..." He breathed, eyes jumping between Bobby, and then the sight, then Bobby, then the sight. "You planned all this?"

"Yup." Bobby replied. "With some help from my Buddies." He sat down on one part of the blanket once they reached it, Cliff doing the same.

Brandy opted for an off-blanket spot on the borderline of the shade and the sunlight.

Bobby cracked open a bottle of beer, instantly offering it to Cliff.

Cliff took it, letting Bobby open a bottle of his own.

"That stack o'er there-" Bobby gestured to the record stack. "Has the Buddies, the Stones, other stuff I like, and a lotta of the stuff you like. Take your pick, mango."

Cliff carefully set down his beer bottle, rifling through the stack. He choose a Paul Revere & The Raiders album, sliding out the vinyl and setting it on the record player. Cliff slowly set the needle down, and the record started to spin.

"Nice choice." Bobby tilted his head, taking a sip from his bottle.

Cliff peaked inside the basket. "This is unbelievable, moonlight."

"Better believe it, sunlight." Bobby raised his eyebrows, watching the reality slowly sink into Cliff. God, he loves Cliff so much- he'd tell the same to anyone who'd listen.

"I love Cliff," Bobby could start off with. "He's my God, he really is. He makes everything I'm fighting for, worth fighting for. Cliff believes in all of it, he's told me from the day he met me. Fighting for him, his love, his attention...It took a lot of work, no fuckin' doubt, but hey, I won him, didn't I? I got him. I got Cliff Booth." He'd smile. "I got the only thing the entire universe that could ever matter to me. What's better than that?"

Bobby drank some more of his beer and Cliff pulled out a sandwich from the basket, starting to chow down on it. "Y'know, Monte 'n' Peep made the sweets that're in there. And Deep 'n' Maria helped me make some spicy-vodka-pasta concoction, it's in some Tupperware in there-"

"'Spicy vodka pasta'?" Cliff repeated, eyes going wide.

"Yea!" Bobby nodded. "I can't wait to dig into it. Sounds scary, right? And yet...I'm goddamn intrigued."

"God, Bobby, this is..." Cliff hung his head, to badly hide his bright smile. "This is amazing, you seriously didn't need to do all this for-"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Bobby cut Cliff off, raising a hand. "Yes, I did. C'mon, quit lying in the bad way." He pouted, scooting closer to Cliff. Bobby took a quick sip of his beer, then diving in to kiss Cliff. When he pulled away, he pat Cliff's cheek.

"I love you."

"Yea, I love you, too."

***

It was nightfall, and Bobby and Cliff were still under the tree on the soft picnic blanket.

Brandy fell asleep under the swing.

Bobby lay on top of Cliff, their lips locked with one of his hands raked into Cliff's blond hair.

Both of Cliff's arms were around Bobby's waist, holding him.

Bobby pulled way, taking a breather to look at Cliff.

Cliff smiled slightly. "Today was nice." He muttered.

"Glad you liked it." Bobby answered, beaming. He glanced over at Brandy, "knocked the hell outta Brandy, though."

Cliff and Bobby giggled. "Yea, runnin' around a pretty field probably tuckered her out." He shrugged, stealing another kiss from Bobby. "Thank you for all this, by the way. It means a lot- I mean, obviously. You mean more, though." Cliff looked straight up, at the moon peaking through the leaves in the tree.

Bobby winked, "I'm flattered, baby."

"Happy anniversary, Bobby." Cliff told, focusing in on Bobby once more.

Bobby refrained from answering, listening to the Stones play on the record player. His smile somehow grew, as he knew for sure he couldn't possibly be happier with anyone other than the blond stuntman he was with, in that moment. "Happy anniversary, Cliff."

#once upon a time in hollywood #once upon a time in hollywood oc #ouatih #ouatih oc #clobby #bobby brightside #cliff booth x oc #cliff booth #cliff booth x male #cliff booth x male!oc #male x oc #male x male #male oc #male x canon #canon x male #canon x oc #oc x male #oc x canon #young johnny depp oc #young johnny depp #johnny depp oc

[swallowthewhale]

Can you write something where Caitlin gets badly hurt and Cisco comes back after being away for a long time and not being in contact with her? I'm still depressed.

It’s only been a year… better late than never! 😬

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I miss you, I need you, I want you, come back

Things had started out okay. Cisco and Caitlin got lunch on weekends, and met for coffee, and had movie nights. He texted her when he saw a cute puppy in the park, and she called him to rant about the new anti-women’s health laws sweeping the country. They were still best friends.

When Cisco started Ramon Industries, Caitlin went to the launch party, she cheered for him when he gave his speech, she made polite conversation with his girlfriend, and she went to Star Labs afterwards to let out her frustration in the pipeline. The texts, and lunch dates, and movie nights started to vanish. Caitlin found herself calling him for the third time in a week only to get his voicemail yet again. He emailed every once in a while, always with apologies and excuses. Caitlin went to his wedding and barely got to talk to him. She stopped trying.

Barry and Iris seemed just as hurt and frustrated, but whenever Barry started to vent in the cortex, Iris would lay a hand on his arm with a glance toward Caitlin, who would be staring tight-lipped at her computer screen, and he would stop. They don’t talk about Cisco anymore, and Caitlin throws herself into being Killer Frost in order to fill the aching hole in her life.

Barry is still out in the field, having run back after bringing Caitlin into the med bay. Iris stands over her, chewing worriedly on her thumb as she scans Caitlin’s vitals.

Caitlin coughs, hand pressed over the wound in her side. “I’ll be fine, Iris.”

Iris glares at her. “I don’t think you can stitch yourself up again,” she snaps. “You nearly died last time we tried that.”

Caitlin inhales shakily, reaching for another gauze pad. “I can just turn into Frost.”

Iris gently slaps her hand aside, getting the gauze herself and pressing it to Caitlin’s stomach. “It’s not working, though, is it?”

Caitlin grimaces. “It will work.”

Iris sighs and backs away. “I’ll be right back.” She closes the door to the med bay behind her and picks up her phone from the table, staring at it indecisively for a long moment. Then she makes up her mind and dials. “It’s Caitlin,” she says when he answers.

It’s been two years since Iris saw Cisco last, and he looks much the same. Hair brushing his shoulders, tanned skin, geeky t-shirt. Except now there are lines around his eyes and a desperation Iris hasn’t seen in a long time. She’s only seen this look on his face once before, when they were in much the same situation as they are now.

“Where is she?” Cisco asks.

Iris points to the med back, but stops him before he can rush in. “I didn’t tell her I called you.”

Cisco doesn’t seem to understand the implications of this, because he turns deathly white under his tan when he opens the door and Caitlin flatly tells him to get out.

He seems hurt and baffled, and Iris sits wearily in the cortex to explain exactly what things have been like in Star Labs for the past few years.

“You don’t understand,” Iris says, as gently as she can manage, given how angry at Cisco she is herself. “You left her alone. She’s been throwing herself into danger unnecessarily every day because she’s got nothing to live for anymore.”

Cisco’s mouth opens and closes uselessly for a second before he says, “But she has you and Barry.”

“And we love her,” Iris says patiently. “But it’s not the same.”

Iris leaves Cisco to stew and goes to check on Caitlin.

“Is he gone?” Caitlin asks immediately.

Iris shakes her head. “Let me look at that.”

It’s a mess, still bleeding sluggishly.

“You need to have that looked at,” Iris says.

“I looked at it,” Caitlin protests. “It doesn’t need stitches.”

Iris nearly rolls her eyes. “Just let him help,” she orders. “He owes it to you.”

Iris had expected Caitlin to bristle and argue, but she slumps down, defeated. A little too easily, Iris thinks, which probably means she’s hurt more than she’s admitting.

Iris waves Cisco in. He approaches slowly and Caitlin lifts her hands so he can look at the cut, but she keeps her own gaze locked on the wall.

“I have something that can help,” Cisco finally says, replacing the gauze. “I can go get it.”

Iris eyes him warily. “What is it?”

“Some new tech I’ve been working on,” Cisco says quietly. “Better than stitches. I’ll be right back.”

Iris opens her mouth to argue, but the door is already closing behind him. She sighs instead and sits next to the cot. “You okay?”

“Why did you call him?” Caitlin asks, and oh boy, Iris can already hear the tears building. Caitlin doesn’t cry often. It’s terrifying when she does.

“Who else was I supposed to call? 9-1-1?”

“Maybe that would’ve been better,” Caitlin mutters.

“I don’t think it’s me you’re angry at,” Iris says gently, and Caitlin droops.

“No,” she says, finally meeting Iris’s eyes. “Why now? Why after so long?”

Iris smooths Caitlin’s hair back. “I don’t know why he disappeared on you, but I know he still  cares about you. He came, didn’t he?”

“Because you asked him to,” Caitlin replies bitterly.

“No,” Iris says. “All I had to say was that you were hurt and he was already halfway here.”  

Caitlin looks away, her eyes are starting to glaze over, and Iris is worried she’s about to pass out when Cisco comes back in the room. He got back suspiciously quickly, but Caitlin doesn’t seem to notice. She’s even looking at Cisco, in a way that Iris wonders if she even knows he’s really there.

Cisco moves with a practiced ease he didn’t used to have, pulling the gauze away and pressing a small, rectangular piece of stainless steel against Caitlin’s side. The bottom glows with a faint blue light while Cisco presses buttons on the screen. They wait for a few minutes, the only sound in the room the steady beeping of Caitlin’s heart monitor and her shallow breathing. Then the blue light clicks off and Cisco pulls the device away, sealing it in a plastic biohazard bag and setting it aside. He wets some fresh gauze and cleans away the blood on Caitlin’s stomach, revealing a pink, puckered scar where the gash was, almost perfectly parallel to Caitlin’s old scar where she was hit with shrapnel years ago.

He tapes a square piece of gauze over the scar and backs away slowly. “It’ll be tender for a few days. Just keep it clean and you’ll be all good.”

Iris can’t really tell if he’s talking to her or Caitlin, who’s watching him with wide, sad eyes. He’s not looking at either of them, and all of his confidence from earlier is gone. He’s fiddling with the latex gloves he just took off, looking down at his hands. Iris edges out of the room as quietly as possible, hoping that they’ll finally talk.

“I’m sorry,” Cisco says, still not looking directly at Caitlin. “I shouldn’t have disappeared on you like that.”

Caitlin blinks at him slowly. “Then why did you?”

He sighs and tosses the gloves in the garbage, perching on the edge of the chair next to the cot. “I was worried,” he admits, “that if I spent too much time with any of you that I would be tempted to come back. And I didn’t want to come back to Star Labs.”

“Are you happy?” Caitlin asks.

Cisco looks away. “No, not really.”

Caitlin reaches out a hand. “Then come home.”

Cisco frowns miserably. “I don’t know where home is anymore.”

She slips her hand into his. “It’s wherever you’re happy.”

#killervibe #killervibe fanfic #killervibe fanfiction #cisco x caitlin #the flash fanfiction #found this in my unfinished pile #sorry I forgot about it #published as found in my docs #so forgive any errors #fanfic #risa writes #anonymous #preguntame

[harolinastyles]

Thank you to the lovely @heart-attack-harry for tagging Jessi from Kiwi/Kiwis to do this. I got a little carried away looking for pictures but here we go... hopefully you find this fun!

Rules: Choose a few favourite photos/aesthetics of your tagged character, answer the questions below from their point of view and tag some characters/authors you would love to see answer next!

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1. How do you display affection? What's your love language? Oh, we are big on hugging in the Styles house. We have a lot of limbs between us and they all like to be touching the ones we love. I mean if you don't like hugs then we will try to respect that but chances are you'll end up squished in a warm hug if you visit. Sorry.

2. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Honestly, right now nothing. I mean I know I'm not perfect but I'm okay with that. I'm in a place where I've learned to embrace my flaws and come to peace with the mistakes I made in the past.

3. What's your ideal Saturday morning? If I'm not working (and since you said ideal, I'm going to go with no work) then I like to not set my alarm so I wake up naturally (or when one of my kids decide its time to get up, hehe) and then I try to sneak in some kisses and cuddles with my husband before our kids decide to crash the party. Then family snuggles and a lazy breakfast in bed before we get ready for the day. Heaven.

4. What is your drink of choice? Non alcoholic? Alcoholic? Coffee. No milk or sugar. And I'm still a rum and coke girl but Harry has taught me to appreciate a nice red wine. Oh, and I will sometimes have tequila over ice if I'm missing him.

5. How competitive are you? Thankfully not very (I think I might've been long divorced if I was as competitive as Harry). I don't mind being the loser if it means my loves are happy.

6. When did you last have sex? Feel free to describe if you feel comfortable. A few hours ago. Grandma Anne is babysitting and I won't go into details just in case my kids find this but I have no complaints 😉

7. What is your idea of a perfect date? I'm on one right now (Harry has gone to find a nice red to have with dinner). As I've gotten older I care less about going out. As long as I have some good food and my husband then I'm a happy lady.

8. What is your most treasured possession? I could live without everything so long as I have my family but I do have a few sentimental items that I hold dear. I have a few things that my mum left me, some bits and pieces Harry has given me over the years (including the copy of Four he signed when we met). I even kept my NY apartment because I couldn't bear to let it go.

9. Would you ever get a tattoo? Do you have any? Yes. I have quite a few now, not as many as Harry though. I have the letter A tattooed on my right wrist (for my Mum, Anna). Harry's cross tattooed on my right hand. Always in white under my left boob (Harry has the same tattoo on his chest) we both had a little red heart added too. I have Tell me that you feel (lyrics from baby, I love you by the Ramones) on my right rib cage. A pink peony on the back of my neck and my kids names are written on the left of my ribcage. Phew. I'm growing quite the collection.

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? Have you experienced it? This is something my husband will argue with me about, he believes it was love at first sight when he first saw me and I have no desire to correct him. I mean we're all different. But for me it wasn't love at first sight. I've never had that all consuming this is my person feeling after meeting somebody. Was I attracted to him? Hell, yeah. Have you seen him?! Did I hope I might see him again? Yes. Do I love him any less because I didn't fall head over heels in the first instant? No. I worked out he was my forever eventually. And now I can't picture myself without him.

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Thank you. I tag Suge - Secure @hereforthehands // Harry - The Entertainer @heart-attack-harry // Marcel - The Styles Twins/Pretty Little Angel @imnottherealharrystyles // Elizabeth - The Adventures of Harry and Me @a-butterfly-on-his-tummy // And any characters that @oh-honey-styles and @andwhenshesays still have left to do this for. Love you all!

#tag game #questions #writing

[motleyfuckingcruee]

Rocket Queen

1.6: Christmas Day PT 2

Henley's P.O.V

"Tommy?"

He turns around to see me standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Wow, he's gotten. . .more punk rock. His hair is no longer brown like I remember. It's completely pitch black. Makeup is evident on his face. Better than I could ever do. He's wearing a ripped up Ramones t-shirt and black leather pants. I can't help but notice that he's wearing platform heels, causing him to be even more of a giant than he was before. I didn't even know they made heels in men's sizes. A grin is on his lips.

I run forward and wrap my arms around the tall drummer. I try not to let the tears fall, and surprisingly I'm successful.

Tommy not so much.

I almost laugh as I feel sobs wrack through his body.

"Tommy?" I say quietly. He pulls away from the hug to look in my eyes. His makeup is now smeared. There's mascara running down his cheeks. "What are you doing here?"

He smiles. "I just missed you too much." Tommy cups my face in his hands, a sweet smile on his lips. "The tour with Ozzy was crazy, but worth it. We're not even done yet."

"Aren't you guys supposed to still be on tour?" I ask, confused.

He shakes his head. "Oz let us off for Christmas, and I think he was starting to lose his mind. Sharon couldn't even keep him in line."

"I've always wanted to meet her! Is she as nice as I've heard?"

He nods. "She's the mom figure on tour. She kept all of us in line. Even Nikki!"

I laugh, shaking my head. "I've only seen Angel keep Nikki from doing stupid shit." I pause, fear rushing into my veins. "He hasn't cheated on her, has he?" Tommy looks down at his feet, ashamed. That's my answer. "Tommy!" I screech. "How could you let him do that? Angel is going to be crushed when she finds out! How could you just let that happen? Angel is like your little sister and you're going to let him hurt her! I don't think you understand just how much she's in love with him!"

Tommy sighs, shaking his head. "I know. But with all the drugs and booze. . .I can barely remember what happened most nights."

I groan. "Tommy you promised me you wouldn't get into all that bullshit!"

"I know, I know," He sighs, looking very disappointed in himself. "I'm so sorry, Henie."

"But you're not going to stop, are you?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "You're already too addicted to that lifestyle, aren't you?"

He nods, lowering his head. I know he feels guilty. I shouldn't make him dwell on it though. He doesn't deserve that. Even though he's a huge partier that sleeps with tons of girls, he's still a sweet heart that would do anything for those he loves.

"Just. . .," I trail off. "Don't die."

His head snaps up, a smile spreading onto his lips. "You can't get rid of me that easily."

I giggle, hugging him again. As we pull away, I hear my phone ringing from upstairs. I figure that it's Athena so I pull Tommy up the stairs and into my room. I pick up the phone, feeling giddy. It's so good to have Tommy back.

"Hello?"

"Hey!" Stevie's over excited voice yells into the phone.

I wince, but the smile never leaves my face. "Yes, Steven?"

"I have the greatest idea."

"I'm scared," I laugh.

"This idea is less dangerous than the last one, I promise," He says. I can practically see the grin on his face. "We should throw Duff a surprise party!"

I laugh, shaking my head. "Steven, your birthday is closer than Duff's. And his is February fifth."

"I don't know, I just want to have a party," He responds.

I laugh again. He's something else. "You could've just said that in the first place. When were ya thinking?"

"Tonight!"

"Wasn't what we did last night technically a party?" I ask.

"No! We didn't even open the booze," He answers.

"Alright fine," I say. "What time do you want us over?"

"Oh, whenever. I'm sure Duff is already drinki-. Wait a minute. Who's we?"

I glance over a Tommy who's busied himself with looking through my record collection. "My best friend came into town."

"Oh! Okay well bring her too," Steve says.

I wince. They're going to be in for a surprise.

"We're on our way now."

"Bye!"

Before I can say 'bye' back Steven had hung up the phone. I laugh to myself. He's such a dork.

"Who was that?" Tommy asks.

I jump, not expecting to hear his deep voice. "Uh," I laugh. "That was my friend Steven. He really wants to have a party tonight and I told him we'd come." Tommy nods, looking down at my chest with a distracted look on his face. I look down and blush, realizing I'm still in the revealing top Madeline had me wear. "I swear to God, Thomas, if you are staring at my boobs-."

"I'm not!" He interrupts me, his face turning red. "I was looking at the necklace."

I look down and see the beautiful necklace Duff gave me. His hazel eyes are fresh in my mind, along with his beautiful smile. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at just the thought of him.

"Who gave it to you?"

I bite down on my lip, not sure if I should tell Tommy about Duff being my boyfriend. "Um, my-uh-boyfriend gave it to me last night as a Christmas gift."

"So Steven is your boyfriend?"

My eyes widen. "What?! No! Steven is Madeline's boyfriend."

"Then who's yours?" Tommy asks.

"I have a polaroid of us somewhere," I say, already on the hunt for it.

Tommy's quiet as he moves to sit on my bed. "That's weird."

"What is?" I open a book to see if I put it in there.

"You having a boyfriend," Tommy responds. "I'm used to you being. . .well. . .without a boyfriend."

I laugh as I find the polaroid wedged in a book I was reading a few nights ago. "It just happened last night, so it's brand new." I sit down next to him on the bed. I hand him the polaroid.

I smile as I look at it. Steven took it of us when we weren't paying attention. Duff was trying to teach me how to play bass, even though I was horrible at it. I had the bass on my lap, but my attention was on Duff. I remember he made a really stupid joke that nearly killed me with laughter. Duff's looking right back at me with a huge grin on his face as well. We looked. . .in love. Wow, I didn't realize he made me that happy.

"You look happy," Tommy says, practically reading my thoughts. "He seems like your type."

"Oh, I have a type?" Tommy nods. "What would that be?"

"Bass players," Tommy responds, a smile on his face.

"I do not!"

"Don't act like you didn't have the smallest crush on Nikki," Tommy says.

"I did not have a crush on Nikki!"

"Sure ya didn't," He laughs, standing up. "Come on, we got a party to get to."

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