#she gave me a ride to the mall on Black Friday to shop in a group but we were so busy that day I only talked w her in the car

[bbibbirose]

sometimes I realize I rlly don’t know some of the ppl in my life as well as I thought I did

#I’m excited to see one of my best friends again after so long #she gave me a ride to the mall on Black Friday to shop in a group but we were so busy that day I only talked w her in the car #she changed so much #she used to take edibles occasionally but now she smokes multiple times a week #anddd idk it’s not a friendship deal breaker but I would never wanna be in a situation where she offered me one bc idk if I’d say no #also I didn’t know she made out w our mutual best friend that is #news to me #i knew they dated for three days and they were into each other but ended it bc she committed to a college in another state but #the mutual friend is very much infamously a borderline incel #I’ve also been getting the feeling that hes interested in me lately #I gotta tell her but what if it’s j groundless speculation #.text

[rubiatinctorum]

I slept so fitfully last night that when I woke up, half of my blankets were off my bed and on the left side floor, and my fitted sheet was entirely off and on the right side floor.

My legs hurt. Working on the Saturday of black friday weekend, in a mall which sees its busiest days on Saturdays, is a bitch.

It is colder and darker now than it used to be.

I'm done shopping for the holiday season. It's the earliest I've ever had it done.

I used to work as a cashier at a fabric store, intermittently for a period hosted between nineteen days. It was the worst job I ever had, and I was fired from it. Later I would meet one of my coworkers from that place as my classmate and friend. Not that I would have known that; the people on the cutting table didn't speak to the cashier, except for one I haven't seen in years who doubled as a cashier herself. Today I gave that store a hundred dollars of my money.

Wool yarn is expensive, but I just simply do not like working with acrylic. Half of that is my own opinion, and the other half was poached from a character I wrote once in a book. She hated acrylic yarn. I gave her my distaste for it, she gave me hers, and we pass it around like the tail of a snake to fit neatly in its mouth.

I'm getting tired of hour-long bus rides.

Wouldn't you think it would be easier than this to find pine green yarn? I was surprised to see it there. The site said it was out of stock, after all.

I got a little treat for myself at the mall: a mohair and wool blend scarf. I like mohair. It reminds me of Bennie and the Jets.

Handmade gifts for the holidays make me nervous to make. I'm trying it this year, anyway, just a little bit.

#rubia speaks

[aleksadnezz]

Sweet Night 5

Jae x Reader

“I’m sorry.” I said while still damping the tissue on his wet hoodie.

“It’s okay. What were you saying again?” He took the tissue from me and he do it on his own.

“Oh I was just gonna ask if you are?” I raised my lanyard to show the keychain to him. His small eyes widen when he saw it.

“How did you now?” He asked. So it’s true??? OMG!!!! My lips formed a big smile. I can’t believe, I’m going to tell it to Ara she would be excited.

“I saw your stuff animals’ collection.” I said cheerfully and pointed his shelves.

He looked at It and returned his eyes on me. He still looked confused so I tried to explain what I mean.

“I actually have a friend, she gave me this and she told me it’s a merch from a kpop group, you have the same so I assumed that you are..” He looked at me waiting me to continue speaking. I can clearly see the nervousness from his eyes. He might think that I’ll tell to other people what I know.

“You are a fan too.”

“Please don’t tell it to other people-“

We spoke at the same time but I heard what he said. He softly laughed and scratched the back of his nape.

“Yeah.. that’s right.. I’m a fan too.” He shyly said.

“Don’t worry I won’t say it.” I said, now I’m hesitating if I’m gonna share this to Ara. I bet she would be happy if I told her that I have a fanboy friend. It’s still weird for me to have a neighbor that is my friend too because I’m not that friendly. What in a bigbang theory is this, except that we’re both introverts and he don’t have a Sheldon.

“Uh have you seen or heard anything about that group?” He suddenly asked. I shook my head.

“Nah. I only know that they’re one of the kpop groups.” I said. I heard him laughed so I looked at him. “Why?”did I said something wrong?

“Nothing. I think they’re more of a kband than a kpop but that’s okay.” He explained. I know nothing about any of that but I like bands for sure I would like them. I almost forgot about the group that Ara said to me earlier, I’ll try to listen to them maybe I would like them too, the thing is I forgot their group name, I’ll just ask Jae if he knows it.

“By the way you know a kpop group that has kids in their name?”

“Stray Kids?”

“Yeah! that’s right, Stray Kids.”

“You like them?”

“Not really I’ll just start listening to them actually.” He nodded. “My friend will bring me to their concert so..”

“Really? That’s awesome.”

“You can come too. I will tell to my friend.” I suggest. Since he’s a fan too might as well invite him to their concert. “Have you attended a concert before? Because I haven’t” I laughed.

“Yeah I’ve been into some concerts, I perform there.” He said the last words under his breath so I didn’t hear it clearly.

“Ha?” I asked but he only shook his head and smiled at me.

“I’ll try to join you with your friend in the concert.”

“Cool!! I’d let you know..” I said. I wonder if he has other socials, but I still don’t know how his name spelled so it’s hard to find him. “Anyway, I think my job here is done so I’m now gonna head out. I have to feed the cat.”

We walked over his opened door. Before I turn and bid him goodbye he spoke.

“How’s Minnie by the way. I haven’t seen her.” He said. Of course you haven’t, you didn’t leave your room for a week.

“She eats a lot and whines a lot. So if you heard her in the middle of the night please don’t knock on my door.” He let out a smiley laugh where I can see his pearly white teeth and the disappearance of his eyes.

“It’s a cute cat. I won’t get mad.” He assures.

“I’ll keep that in my mind.” I raised my finger and pointed my head. I glance at his stretched lips, and that smile. what? I didn’t say that.

Today is Friday and I got off from work extra early. When this happens usually Ara and I would go to mall to window shop or I just accompany her but today she told me that she has something to go to. Also, I didn’t tell Ara about Jae yet, maybe soon if he agrees to come with us to the concert.

I went straight home after my shift so I can go to market. Minnie is running out of cat food supply and I’m running out of food too. I also want to have a chill night where I’d lay on my bed while I watch sum movies. I quickly changed my polo into a shirt and sweats. I wore the glasses that I only wear when I use my computer or phone. I went in front of my mirror to check myself. I stared at my reflection for a long time trying to examine what seems weird. Was it my face? I don’t have dirt on my face and I don’t look tired either. It’s the clothes. I look like Jae. Sweats and glasses, I look comfy as heck.

I don’t want to spend time just to change so I’ll just ignore that I accidentally dressed up as my neighbor, as if that I would bump into him today, I barely see that guy. I carry my tote bag with my phone and wallet in it, and I wore my slides. I left my apartment and locked it.

“You’re going out too?”

I jolted when I heard a voice. Speaking of my neighbor, in fact I don’t even have to turn around just to know who it is. Still, I turned around to face him.

“Yeah, just grocery and you?” Thank g he’s wearing a black hoodie while mine’s gray.

“I need to pick up something.” He said while he’s locking his door.

“Where do you grocery shop?” He asked. I waited him so we can walk together.

“Emart.”

“My way is also there; do you want a ride? I already booked a grab.” He showed me his phone with the said grab. I mean free ride? Of course I do.

“Sure.” The lift opens so we enter. From 15 floor going to ground floor is a long ride so I made myself busy by observing every single thing that I see here inside the lift. When we entered there are already sum people inside, 2 guys and a couple who can’t keep their hands off each other. Not that I’m judging them, but from what I can see, what they’re doing considered PDA already. Hugging, laughing and teasing like there’s no tomorrow.

I don’t know if those guys are annoyed too and just trying to ignore them or maybe it’s just only me. I glanced to Jae to see what he’s doing, looks like he’s not bothered at all. His left hand slipped inside the pocket of his pants; other hand is on his phone.

Another person entered the lift. I moved backwards so she can have space. The couple moves backwards too so they’re now standing beside me, I can even feel her bag nudging my arm but I tried to ignore it. Within a hot minute her arm hit my side causing me to bumped Jae. I looked at the couple as calm as I can possibly can.

“I’m sorry miss.” “sorry miss.” They both said in union.

“It’s okay.” I said calmy and showed my nicest smile. I want my afternoon to be chill and stress free plus I may see them again I want to protect my pure reputation as a good neighbor. Suddenly I felt a hand on my elbow that slowly pulled me closer to him. I felt an electric shock that send shivers all over my body. I stood frozen next to him because of how close we are. I can even smell his perfume, it’s like a mixture of fresh fruity and baby powder. I wonder where he bought it.

He let go of my arm when we reached the ground floor. We walked towards the entrance of the building but I stayed walking behind him. He looked back at me and stopped walking so I can catch up with him. When we got out the building, we can see that there’s a car already waiting. Jae made me get on first and I thought that he would sit beside the driver but he sat next to me.

It’s rush hour already and we we’re caught by traffic. I stared outside the car window like I always do when I commute. There’s time where I’m channeling my main character vibes when I look outside the window. None of us is taking and the sound from the cardio radio playing sum R&B soul songs was the only noise. Jae was busy scrolling through his phone, though I don’t want to bother him but I feel like I should speak.

“So where are you heading to?” I blurted out. I tried not to look at him directly so I stared at the driver’s seat.

“Somewhere near the TBD Company”

“Isn’t that where most celebrity’s hangout or sumthin?” I’ve never been into that area and I know that, that place is one of the richest districts.

“Well not all because I go there all the time.” He said before he turned off his phone and looked at me.

“Have you ever bumped to a celebrity?” I asked. For sure he had at least once, especially when he said that he have been there a lot.

“Just some of them. I’ve always seen Mark Tuan in a coffee shop that I go to, you know him?” Is he kidding? I think he’s the only famous person that I could remember that Ara ever told me. She showed me a video clip of him dancing and I think I forgot to breathe for a sec, plus he got the cutest smile. I must admit that prolly have a thing for people’s smile.

“You mean the very good-looking guy?” I said in awe and he laughed at my reaction. Well, I only said what know is true.

“Yeah, that very good-looking guy.” He said casually as if that he knows him but he’s still laughing. Wait if he seen some celeb then he might have seen his Kpop Idols.

“How about your favorite Kband? Day6?” I’m honestly just guessing, but I believe most of the company’s are located there so assume that they work there. Instead of answering me he let out a fake cough.

I immediately understood what he’s trying to say so I leaned to him and whispered. “Okay I won’t mention in public that you’re a Kpop fan.”I assure him. I find it funny that he’s getting conscious and shy about other people knowing that he’s a fanboy.

“No actually.. yeah alright, I’ll just take that.” Yeah, whatever Jae. I looked outside and saw that we’re almost near the market, I turned to Jae and poked him.

“You can drop me off here.” He nodded.

“Mr. can you pull over to the next street.” Jae said.

“Thank you for the ride Jae.”

“No worries, what time you will be done?”

“I don’t know I may take a while.” I may take a while since I don’t have a grocery list so I’ll prolly have to go to every aisle to remember all the stuff that I needed, a life hack that I learned when I started living on my own.

The driver pulled the car off the road. I turned to Jae before I opened the door.

“Thank you again.” I said and he smiled. I opened the door and got off the car. I waited for them to leave before I enter the market.

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#day6 #day6 jae #jae #eaj park #eaj #jaehyung #day6 fluff #day6 x reader #jae x reader #day6 imagines #sweet night #fanfiction #au

[thewickedkings]

Between the Two of Us ~ Chapter 8

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Summary: Jurdan High school AU. Rivals Jude and Cardan are forced to partner up for a history project, and drama ensues. Filled with banter, pranks,  an  unhealthy amount of pining, and Jude being clueless as usual.

Trigger Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything so far, but please let me know if there’s anything I missed!

~~~

A/N: This has minor spoilers for Knives Out, just FYI.

Jude’s plan to avoid Taryn for the rest of her existence was foiled the next day at lunch. Oriana had tried a new pasta recipe, and Madoc had made sure Jude and Taryn were downstairs for lunch. When Jude had first moved in with Madoc, days after her parent’s accident, Madoc and Oriana’s relationship had been an enigma to her. But as Madoc scooped extra pasta in his plate and Oriana smiled down at her food, Jude knew they cared about each other more than she knew.

Taryn shifted on the seat next to her, and Jude studiously focused on twisting her noodles around her fork, choosing to ignore Taryn. She wasn’t going to be petty about it.

When Taryn reached for the last garlic bread, Jude deftly picked it up, biting into its delicious warmth and ignoring Taryn’s irritated glance. Not petty at all.

“Girls, how was your party last night?” Oriana asked.

“It was okay, but Taryn really enjoyed it,” Jude responded casually, eyes not leaving her plate.

“I mean, Jude wouldn’t know, she left halfway through.”

Oriana’s watchful gaze jumped between them, and she asked, “Oh? Who did you get a ride home with?”

“Just a friend.”

Jude felt Madoc’s gaze on her, and she sank into her seat, knowing what was about to come. “Was it a boy? Who? Do I know him?”

“You met him the other day. Cardan Greenbriar.”

Oak piped in. “The boy from the soccer game. Vivi said you two pretend to hate each other, but you actually-”

“Anyways,” Jude quickly interrupted. “He just gave me a ride home because I didn’t feel like staying.” She wished Vivi were here so she could punch her.

“You seem to be spending a lot of time with Cardan, Jude,” Taryn said slowly.

“Well, Locke wasn’t around and I couldn’t find you either, so I had to get a ride with Cardan.”

“Who’s Locke?” That came from Madoc, who was suddenly very interested in the conversation.

“Jude’s boyfriend.”

Oak frowned into his glass.

“He’s not my-”

“But you like him, right?” Taryn needled.

What the hell? What was she playing at? Suddenly Jude was glad she hadn’t confronted Locke and Taryn yesterday, if only to be able to watch Taryn’s deceit and try to decipher it.

“We’ve only been on one date, okay?”

“So you’re leading him on?”

“Can you not?” Jude snapped.

The room went silent, and Oak stared at Jude with wide eyes over the rim of his orange juice. If she wasn’t so mad, she might have laughed at the ridiculousness of situation.

It wasn’t like this was the first time her and Taryn had fought. They were siblings after all. But it seemed everyone could sense the pure venom between them.

Madoc cleared his throat, clearly at loss for words. “Girls, I think…”

Taryn pushed her seat back, interrupting him. “I’m full.”

“Same here,” Jude said, and they both marched away in opposite directions.

 ~~~

Work the next morning was a welcoming distraction from her tumultuous thoughts. The morning drifted by as Jude took the occasional order and chatted with the Bomb. Sunday mornings were usually the slowest, and Jude loved the steady thrum of the café as the sun rose higher in the sky.

After her lunch break, the Bomb handed her a pink drink, gesturing for her to take it to the table in the back corner of the cafe. Jude scrunched her face at the sugary atrocity and the Bomb laughed. “Not everyone drinks straight up black coffee like you do.”

Jude’s reply was forgotten as she caught sight of the recipient of said atrocity.

Cardan sat hunched in the corner, a navy beanie slung atop his head and airpods in his ears. Jude’s brain went into overdrive, wondering how she was supposed to act around him. Friday night felt almost like an alternate reality, one where her and Cardan actually got along. And she didn’t know if they could exist like that now.

As Jude approached his table, she hesitated, taking in his appearance. His shirt collar was rumpled, as if he had thrown it on without a second glance, and his eyes were shadowed. His hands fidgeted with a pencil, charcoal smudging his fingers.

“Um, hey, here’s your pink drink.”

Cardan looked up from his laptop, startled, and one of his arms quickly moved to block his notebook from her sight. “I thought you didn’t work on Sundays,” he blurted, pulling out his airpods.

“Oh yeah, my schedule changed,” she replied, playing off the insecurity that statement wrought. He didn’t have to be so obvious that he didn’t want to see her.

“Right.”

His eyes flickered away from hers, and Jude cleared her throat. “Right. Um- Let me know if you need anything.” She quickly turned around, mortification burning through her. She’d thought that Friday night had changed things between them, but she was foolish for thinking so.

“Jude, wait.”

She turned slightly, waiting. His jaw worked before he finally said, “Thanks. For the drink.”

She nodded curtly, not trusting herself to speak, before going back to the counter. When the Bomb saw her expression, she asked, “What happened?”

Jude sighed. “I don’t even know where to start.”

 ~~~

After Jude had recounted all the events since Friday, the Bomb glared at her. “You let me ramble about my crappy professor and my crush on Garett all morning while you were sitting on all this?”

“I didn’t know how to bring it up…?”

The Bomb sighed. “I do not miss high school.”

“Just… help me.”

“Okay, first of all, Locke is a douchebag. Second of all, Taryn is also a jerk, no offense. And third of all, why did you go out with Locke instead of him?” The Bomb’s eyes glanced towards Cardan meaningfully.

“It’s not like that. We haven’t even been civil to each other until Friday. It’s… complicated.”

“Sounds like a whole lot of excuses to me.”

“You’re one to talk.”

The Bomb ignored the jab. “Me, Van, and the Ghost are going to the movies after this. Come with us and invite him.”

“Wait, what? How’s that going to help anything?”

“Come on Jude. It’ll be fun. I want to meet him and see what his deal is. Plus, he looks like he needs some cheering up.”

Jude watched as he rubbed a hand against the tension in his jaw, and something inside her gave. He had cheered her up on Friday, so she would only be returning the favor.

“Okay, fine.”

 The Bomb rolled her eyes. “You’ll thank me later.”

~~~

Two hours later, after her and the Bomb closed the coffee shop for the evening, Jude found in the food court at the mall with three of her coworkers that might be becoming her friends and a guy who had, until a week ago, been her nemesis.

Despite Cardan’s initial hesitation at her invite, he accepted after confirming she wasn’t just trying to prank him.

Jude had spent enough shifts with them to be comfortable with them, and she watched warily as the Bomb introduced them to Cardan.

“This is Cardan, Jude’s… friend,” she settled on. Cardan’s fingers fidgeted with a loose thread on his hoodie as he gave an awkward wave. “And this is the the Roach, aka Van, and the Ghost.”

At Cardan’s confused expression, Van and the Ghost began to explain the backstory, sentences overlapping as they cut each other off in their efforts to explain each nickname.

The three of them began to walk ahead of Jude and the Bomb, and Cardan shot a wide eyed look behind him at Jude. She grinned. Even she couldn’t keep up with the Ghost and Garett’s endless bickering. If it weren’t for the sharp contrast in their features, she would’ve thought they were siblings.

The Bomb hooked her arm through Jude’s as they lined up for the pretzel cart while the three boys wandered off to browse the movies.  “I told you it’d be fine.”

Jude rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

After they secured their snacks, they joined the boys in line for tickets.

“You might want to hide that. They don’t let you take in any outside snacks.” Garett gestured to the pretzel.

“Crap, okay.” When she realized she didn’t have any bag or clothing bulky enough to hide her pretzel, she shoved the pretzel at Cardan, who was wearing a black jacket. “Hide this in your jacket.”

Cardan raised a brow. “Only if you share.”

“I asked you if you wanted one!”

He shrugged, stepping back. “Fine, then. You can smuggle that in yourself.”

Jude grabbed his jacket and shoved the pretzel inside, mumbling, “I hate you so much.”

“So you keep telling me.” His hands were warm as they closed over hers, gently grasping the pretzel out of her grip.

When she pulled back, the Bomb, the Ghost, and Garett all looked at them with varying expressions. The Bomb looked much too smug, Van confused, and the Ghost thoroughly entertained.

“So you two are… friends?” That came from the Ghost.

Jude felt a flush warming up her neck, forgetting that they had an audience and just now realizing how flirtatious their interaction would seem to someone who didn’t know them.

Cardan’s eyes glinted humorously. “It depends on her mood.”

The Bomb snorted and nudged Jude. “I like him.” Van’s expression tightened for a fraction of a second before clearing. Jude filed that information to think about later before making her way to the ticket counter.

“Let’s go watch this movie, losers.”

 ~~~

“I aspire to achieve her level of pettiness,” Cardan whispered into her ear as the credits to Knives Out rolled in. Because of course he would be a movie talker, whispering his opinion every five seconds.

“I think I like evil Captain America.”

“The blood on her shoe!”

“Is it just me, or is this dude’s accent getting really annoying?”

His warm breath against her ear left her feeling restless and jittery the entire movie.

They got up as the faint lights illuminated the room, making their way to the exit.

Van was giving the Bomb a full analysis of the subtext of the movie, and the Ghost rolled his eyes at Jude from behind him. “Such a nerd,” he mouthed and she snorted.

“So, out of ten, what did you think?” asked Cardan.

“A solid eight.”

“You’re just mad you didn’t solve it until the end.”

“I would have if you didn’t keep interrupting my concentration every five seconds.”

The Ghost laughed. “I’d dock a whole star because that dude’s Southern accent was terrible.”

“A donut hole in a donut hole,” Cardan said, mimicking a line from the movie in his own attempt at the accent. She snorted a laugh, and Cardan’s eyes brightened.

The group of them made their way to their cars, their voices loud and bright against the chill of the night. Garett had his arms around the Bomb’s shoulders in front of them, and Cardan and the Ghost joked from either side of her. A happiness flowed through her veins that could only be found after leaving a movie theatre, a sense of dreamy optimism and possibility.

Before she knew it, the Bomb and the Ghost were making plans for the next week. Cardan shot a hesitant glance towards her, his hands burrowing into his pockets, and Jude returned it with a shrug and a grin. And so Cardan agreed, and then so did she.

After the Bomb dropped them both off at the café so they could get their cars, he walked her to her car. He leaned back against her car, hands in his pockets. “So… those are your friends.”

“Yeah.”

“Didn’t expect you to be friends with a bunch of college kids.”

Jude scowled. “Why? I’m cool enough.”

“I never said you weren’t,” he replied, lips curving up in a smile, but then his expression sobered, eyes flickering to the pavement below. “Thanks… for inviting me out with your friends. You didn’t have to.”

“I know. But I wanted to,” she let herself admit, because something about Cardan in that moment was oddly vulnerable.

His hand reached foreword and tucked a strand of hair that the wind had pried loose behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. “Jude, I…”

The shrill tone of her phone interrupted him, and he withdrew instantly before gesturing towards her bag. “You should get that.”

“Yeah, okay.” Except now she really wanted to know what he had been about to say.

He watched as she got in her car and shut the door behind her. She mouthed bye before picking up the phone. The streetlight casted shadows over his figure, and then he disappeared into his car. Once he was out of sight, she raised her palm to her cheek, still warm from the memory of his touch.

~~~

A/N: I didn’t really edit this as much as I usually do and just went with my first draft of this chapter because I haven’t updated in so long, so sorry if it’s kind of bad lol. I started overthinking the whole fic and feeling like I should be planning a lot more than I do, but I realized that this fic was more for fun so I’m kind of just going to go with it and hope you guys like it. Anywayssss, I plan to update a lot once my semester finishes in two weeks, so look out for that!

Thank you so much for reading <3 I’m still amazed that people actually enjoy this so yeah :) Let me know what you thought in the comments! I LOVE it when you guys comment!

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[scornedlove]

Chapter Thirty

ROBYN

It’s amazing what good sex can do. When we left the mall, Rocky took me to his duck off spot at Manhattan beach, where we set some rules to our situation. No questions, no venting, and no expectations. We promised to keep emotions out and orgasms in. If either of us broke any of the agreements, that would be the end of our rendezvous.

After we both had a clear understanding, he got to work like his life depended on it. He took me to heights I’ve been desperately needing right there on the sand and in the back of his car. I rode him so good, I woke up the next morning sore as hell with a little pep in my step. 

What I didn’t expect, was Dre’s face to be the first one I saw when I arrived at the boutique. There was an all black Chevy Impala parked in the very last space, with some guy watching him. Guess he found a new driver. He kept glancing in all directions as if he was Dre’s bodyguard. All I could do was roll my eyes when I noticed Dre. He was holding a box of muffins and some flowers looking like somebody killed his dog.

I took my time getting out the cab, then slowly approached him with no-nonsense on my face. There wasn’t enough orgasms in the world to make me forget about him calling me an addict. When I got in front of him, I paused, waiting for him to speak first.

“I hate when you’re mad at me” he admitted, holding out the gifts.

“Is that what you think of me? An addict?” I quizzed, ignoring his offerings. 

“See, I knew you took what I was saying the wrong way. You know I don’t think you’re an addict, but you do need help. Which is why this is the last time I’m giving you these” he stated, pulling a pill bottle out of his pocket. It must’ve been evident that I didn’t want to take them from him, because he urged, holding them out for me to grab.

“I don’t want anything from you. Matter of fact, forget I even exist” I frowned, turning my back on him to unlock the door. I was early this morning for a reason and he was cutting into my time.

“Anna you gotta stop pushing the people who care about you away. I talked to John this morning and he told me-”

“Oh please, because YOU care about me right? Go care about those stupid tramps you got prancing around in them tight ass clothes at your clinic.” I bumped him out of my way, knocking the pill bottle from his hand as I entered the building.

I locked the door and peeped out the window as he scrambled to find the bottle without dropping everything else he was holding. The scowl on his face as he mumbled to himself when he picked it up, showed he was done trying. 

I hadn’t noticed before, but John was parked across the street waiting for him. He jogged over to the car without looking back, clearly cursing my name. 

“Bet his ass won’t come back now” I shook my head, thinking out loud.

“Damn it’s been forever since I’ve seen you!” Meagan’s animated voice scared the crap out of me.

“SHIT” I yelled, clutching my chest.

“Sorry, I ain’t mean to scare you” she giggled, coming from around the front counter. 

“What you doing here so early? I didn’t see your car out there.” I snapped, glancing around the store. 

“Oh, my mom needed to borrow my car, so I got dropped off today.” she explained as if this was the norm. Jenn, Frankie, and I were gonna have to have a talk. I gave them a key, so how did Meagan end up with a copy?

“So who’s that guy waiting out front?”

“What guy?”

“There was some guy” I explained, as I went to see if he was still there. He was gone and now I was starting to wonder if I was just overthinking. “Nevermind....you know we don’t open for another hour and a half right?”

“Yeah, I know. It was either be early or be late. So, here I am” she shrugged, walking over to the window to see what I was looking at. “Is that Dre”?

“I’ll be in my office if you need me” I yawned, ignoring her question as I jogged up the stairs.

It felt good being back in my workspace. I didn’t realize how much I missed being here. I started to notice that every time I’m in a low place, I avoid the things that really make me happy. Just then, an idea came to mind. It had been awhile since I’ve been inspired, so I wasted no time pulling out my pad letting my hand flow as I began to sketch. 

When I finished a couple of designs and going over the numbers for the past few weeks, I smoked a blunt, made some coffee, and promised myself today would be great before I went downstairs to join my crew. 

“Bitch, you don’t need no more vacations!” Frankie exclaimed, as Jenn finished counting the day’s deposit. While she did that, Frankie and I were reviewing the reports for the past quarter. For some reason, every time I was here in the shop compared to my vacation days, sales were up by thirty percent. I wasn’t complaining, but it did seem strange. 

“It makes sense if you ask me.” Meagan piped in. “Customer’s appreciate when you actually show up for them”

“Girl you still here?” I quizzed sarcastically. She was sticking her nose in places she had no business and it was starting to piss me off. “I appreciate your hard work. Enjoy the rest of your night and go get some rest. You’re off tomorrow so I’ll see you Thursday!”

“She’s off Thursday too!” Frankie corrected with a nod.

“Oh, well see you Friday” I grinned with a wave. She stood there lost for a moment, then finally agreed that she was tired as she grabbed her things and headed towards the door.

“Which one of ya’ll gave that heffa a key to my shop?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest as I glared from Jenn to Frankie.

“Not me” Frankie threw his hands up in defense. 

“What makes you think she has a key?” Jenn quizzed, unamused.

“She was the first one here today. I don’t trust her and I don’t appreciate my key being copied. I’m changing the locks.”

“I think your exaggerating” Jenn shook her head in disbelief.

“Well I think I’ll be the only one with a key since nobody knows how a copy just magically appeared.” I shrugged, leaving it at that. We finished closing the store in silence, but I could still feel Jenn’s attitude. I didn’t let it get to me though. I just rolled me another blunt and smoked until my cab showed up.

Minus the stench on his breath, the driver was a nice guy. He was a college kid trying to scrape up every dollar he could with every minute he had. I remembered those days. I invited him to have dinner with me when we pulled up to Gorgio Baldi, but he declined, which meant I’d be dining alone. Usually, I wouldn’t mind, but the last time I was here was with Chris. I hate that I let him meet me here, because now it will never be the same.

The same place that usually felt warm and cozy, was now big and cold. As I waited for my food, I had an eerie feeling that I was being watched. I looked around the room and noticed how busy it was. There were a few couples, a couple of families, and a group of girlfriends having dinner together. I wasn’t the only loner though. There was a guy, a couple of tables away, with his face in a book while he waited on his food. He was comfortable in his lonesome, but I was not. I couldn’t shake the feeling of embarrassment as the memories of the last time I was here, flooded my mind. 

When the waiter came back with my food, I took it to go. I decided if I wanted to enjoy my food in peace, I’d better stop and get Ollie and Pepe’s food as well. When I entered the grocery store, I was immediately irritated by how long all the checkout lines were. I wanted nothing to do with the chaos going on, so I grabbed some dog food and called it a day. 

As I weaved through the crowds, towards one of the long ass check out lines, I noticed a cashier opening a new lane, so I quickened my pace. I was almost there when, out of nowhere, a guy walked right in my path, causing me to smash my cart into his side.

“Fuck!” he yelled out in pain, scaring me half to death.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you! Are you okay?” I panicked, rushing around the basket to pick up one of the 2-liter cokes he’d dropped.

“I’m good” he winced, massaging his hip.

“You may wan grab another” I suggested, handing it back to him.

“You may wan watch where you’re going, you could’ve fucked my shit up.” he mimicked disrespectfully.

“Scuse me?” I paused, stepping back with a scowl. Who was he coming at sideways when he’s the one that ran into my basket? I fixed my lips to tear him down, but my voice caught in my throat.

“Oh shit! I was hoping I’d run into you again, just not literally, we forgot to exchange numbers.” Rocky lightened up, after recognizing me. I went from wanting to slap him, to wanting to jump his bones, and back to that strange feeling in the back of my gut. How the hell do I keep running into him?

“You following me?” I stared him down, trying to read him. I had to know, this was one too many coincidences. 

“How can I be following you when I’m on my way out?” He asked, waving his receipt.  “I was just picking up a few things for my little sister’s party ”

“Well, uh have fun.” I stammered, before rushing towards the checkout lane. Something about running into him two days in a row made me feel a little uneasy. He knows where I live, which means it’s possible he followed me. 

I didn’t see him or his car in the parking lot when I left the store, but I was more alert the entire ride home. By the time I made it home I convinced myself he lived nearby. That’s the only thing that made sense, so I said a quick prayer and brushed it off.

The next few days, I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder. I even went as far as having cameras installed at home. When you live alone, there’s no such thing as being too careful, so I updated my security system too. When everything was finished, I was impressed to say the least. I had everything connected to my phone, plus a couple of panic buttons around the house, in case I ever get caught slipping.

“This shit is dope” Mel exclaimed, as I explained the new system to her. “I just got one question. What’s going on?”

“What you mean?”

“Why did you get all this? Has Chris been threatening you?”

“What? Please! Not everything is about him. I just want to feel safe, that is all”

“You sure you’re not keeping anything from me?”

“I’m sure bitch! Now hurry up and roll up so we can get this movie started” I demanded, changing the subject. 

“Movie? Un-un! You still gotta pack your shit, we leave for Bim tomorrow.”

“Our flight ain’t til 11! I was gonna do it in the morning, you wanna help me?”

“Hell naw! You know how your ass is! It’s gon’ take you forever to pick out 3 days worth of clothes and I’m starving. I’m finna raid your fridge.” 

“Well, how ‘bout you pick my clothes and I fix dinner.” I bargained with a brow raise. 

“Ooooh, deal. I’ll take jerk chicken.” she jumped up a little too happily. “Besides, It’s been a minute since I raided your closet!”

“I betta not find nothing missing!” I called over my shoulder on my way to the kitchen.

CHRIS

"You can’t hold me!" Trey taunted, with his usual trash talk as the shot clock reached zero. We were at his crib playing 2K while Lala and Danni were cooking food, preparing for tomorrow. They were hosting Thanksgiving this year, so the house was smelling marvelous.

“Shut up man! You definitely got lucky” I shook my head in shame.

“Yeah okay, I beat yo ass bro. You just gon’ take that L?” he teased, challenging me to another round.

“Imma have to, I gotta get up outta here. I gotta be at the airport by 7am.” I explained, glancing at my watch. As much as I loved this game, I had other shit on my mind. I needed to figure out how to get Tae to hear me out, and what better way then through her best friend?

“Oh, you gotta get to Mama huh? Can’t miss out on that Thanksgiving dinner!”

“Nah, I’m actually gonna pop up on Tae. Maybe meet the fam and all that”

“Oh yeah? Can she cook?”

“You know what, now that you mention it,” I paused in deep thought. I don’t know. I’ve never had her cooking” 

“Well shit, I guess you about to find out! Good luck!” he laughed, cracking himself up. “But in all seriousness, how’s that going?”

“It’s cool” I lied with a shrug. “How’s the married life?”

“Man, if I knew marriage was the key to turn up the freak in Lala,  I would’ve did this shit a long time ago!” he exclaimed, grinning hard as hell.

“Guess that means it’s going good?”

“Nah, this shit is great. With the way we be going at it, she’s definitely gonna be pregnant any day. That’s if she ain’t already!”

“You fucking stupid” I laughed out loud and damn near choked when Lala came from the kitchen, holding a spatula covered in chocolate.

“Taste this” she demanded, as she strutted towards Trey. She had definitely put on a few pounds since I last saw her. Hopefully he was right and they were expecting. Everybody knew how much they wanted kids.

“Ugh, ain’t that cross contamination?” I frowned, shaking my head.

“Shut up, I’m still mad at you for what you did to my friend” Lala glared in my direction. 

“What you do?” Trey quizzed, looking confused. “You just said everything was cool”

“It was just a big misunderstanding” I sighed as I proceeded to explain the situation. 

“So you’re telling me you passed out next to yo horny ex-fuck buddy and ain’t hit?”

“I swear to God bro”

“No wonder she’s pissed. That just sounds like bullshit” Lala frowned, shaking her head. 

“It ain’t bullshit. Yeah, it looked bad, but I promise ya’ll I ain’t stupid enough to go down that road. I gave her some time to cool off, now I gotta go get my girl back”

“You really love her?” she wondered aloud as she cut her eyes at me.

“I do and I miss the shit outta her. Now what do I gotta do to at least get her to hear me out?”

“Chris, if I help you and you hurt my friend, I will personally help her fuck yo life up.”

“You ain’t gotta worry about that” 

“Okay, you got one shot. The only reason I’m even agreeing to help is because I know how she feels about you. She deserves to be happy. So if you ain’t 1000% sure about her then you should just leave things where they are. ”

“Damn he said he ain’t cheat! If my boy can survive that kind of temptation, then he know what he want. Trust me, I’m speaking from experience. ” Trey exclaimed on my behalf.

“He got a point. Now can you call her for me?

“Why you can’t call her?”

“You know she blocked me” I shook my head as she pulled her phone out.

“You wanna talk to her”

“Nah, I just need you to figure out what she got going on tomorrow so I can pop up on her. I know that seeing me face to face will show her how serious I am.”

“Okay, I can do that.” she smiled, as she dialed Tae’s number. She answered on the second ring and they caught up before she got the information I needed. Tae didn’t even think twice as she ran down her plans for tomorrow. I made Lala promise not to give her a heads up so she could be genuinely surprised. Now all I had to do was show up and speak my truth. How hard could that be?

ROBYN

“If the dog don’t trust it, you know something’s up” Mel blurted to the TV.  We were bundled up together on my love seat because my grown ass wanted to cuddle.

“I never understood why people don’t listen to they dogs!” I agreed, as we cracked our beers and clinked them. We were watching the Conjuring, knowing damn well we were gonna have nightmares from it. I didn’t care, I just needed a distraction.

Ever since the beach sex I had with Rocky, my hormones have been raging. That man had a magical tongue and the fact that he could hang for so long was impressive. I had more than a few orgasms when he’d finally gotten his, and I definitely didn’t expect that from a stranger. I didn’t know if he was really that good or if my drought intensified our encounter. Either way, I was still riding the high.

“You gonna answer that?” I asked, shaking Mel’s shoulder when her loud ass ringtone woke up my babies. Evidently, she was exhausted because she didn’t even make it halfway through the movie.

“Mellie” I called out again, but all she did was roll over and snore louder. I figured it was J when the text notification went off, so I grabbed her phone to let him know she had passed out.

I need another round, last night was incredible. 

What are you doing tonight?

Seeing Michael’s new text along  with no previous messages had my mind going straight to the gutter. I just knew this hoe wasn’t cheating on J. I wanted to wake her ass up, but decided against it. There had to be more to the story. I really hoped so.

My nosy ass could’t help it. I had to get more information. I went through her call history and didn’t notice his name once. I was about to dig even deeper when my phone lit up with an alarm notification. I received a text when my alarm noticed movement within 15 feet of my house. The last couple of times it was a squirrel but this time I was glad I checked it anyway. Apparently I had company.

I wasn’t sure how to feel about this unannounced visit, but smiled when a familiar face paused and took a deep breath before knocking at my door. 

“Sorry for popping up on you” Rocky grinned, when I opened the door.

“So you remembered where I live?”

“I couldn’t forget if I wanted to. My sister lives right across the street” he pointed behind him at the party that was going on. "She throws a mean Thanksgiving eve party if you don’t have anything going on.”

“Oh, um”

“I would’ve invited you the other day but you left so quickly I didn’t get your number” he hinted.

“My bad, I was in a hurry. I would go, but my sis is staying with me tonight.”

“The more the merrier. I bet she’d have a good time too”

“We actually have a flight in the morning, so we’re about to call it a night.” 

“Aight, guess I’ll just see you around.” he shrugged, returning to his party. The throbbing between my thighs wanted to invite him in to have our own little party, but my better judgement willed it away. Instead, I went straight to my room, pulled out my little friend, put some fresh batteries in, and went to work.

#robyn rihanna fenty #chris brown #fanfiction

[papergirllife]

有缘再见

（If Fate Allows We'll Meet Again)

Liu Yang Yang

" What was the most impulsive thing you did before coming to SM ? "

It was another session of soju and wine among the wayv members on a typical Friday night.

All of them exchanged stories of their lives before wayv during these times, and now the question is directed at Yang Yang.

" I had a girlfriend for 4 hours and she's the only girl I dated. "

The mall was crowded as usual, both tourists and locals shop here in Germany.

All of Yang Yang's friends left him to hang out with their girlfriends.

' So much for the bro code ' , he thought.

He walked towards the entrance of the indoor amusement park in the mall.

' Nah it's ridiculous coming here on my own. ' , so he halted his tracks and prepared to leave.

That is until someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned his head to see a girl who's significantly shorter than himself, what surprised him was that she was Asian.

" Hi, I'm Y/N, and I'm here alone because my parents are in the concert hall next door. Their concert is going to end at 12, so I have nothing to do and I'm unfamiliar with this country. So I was just wondering if you wanted to be my boyfriend for the next 4 hours ? Show me around, stuff like that. This seems like a huge mall with lots of nice dating spots. "

" Sure. "

Next thing Yang Yang knew was that Y/N bolted towards the ticketing counter and bought back two entry tickets to the indoor amusement park.

" Come on ! We only have 4 hours. "

She took his hand and dragged him to the nearest ride.

" Don't worry, this is really safe. " Yang Yang said as they got into the roller coaster.

" Who says I'm scared ? "

And true to her words, she wasn't.

Yang Yang was surprised to see that she enjoyed every moment of the thrill of the exhilarating ride.

She even laughed aloud after they finished the ride. She truly was a girl Yang Yang had never encountered.

Yang Yang and Y/N got on all the rides that girls usually never go for, the ones that make your hair all messed up, the ones that get you a little wet, even the scary ones that his homies' girlfriends avoided like the plague.

When Yang Yang asked her why she said, " because the more scary they are, the more complicated the mechanism is, the more complicated the mechanism is, the more expensive the cost of the ride is. In conclusion, I'm making my money's worth instead of wasting it on the plastic ponies. "

She pointed at the carrousel which was filled with girls their age with full fledged make up, taking selfies in front of the magical lights.

That was when Yang Yang noticed that she wasn't wearing any make up, unlike all the German girls he's seen. The only thing she's wearing is probably coloured lip balm, a bright shade of orange red adorned on her lips.

Even her clothes were different, more eastern style he suspects.

Instead of the gym tights girls like to wear, she's wearing black skinny jeans and a silk button up. A tiny jade replica of a dragon dangles from a yarn necklace, similar to the one his mom has. Y/N's Chinese, just like him.

' That would explain her opinion on rides that are worth her money. ' Yang Yang lets out a smile at that thought.

" What are you laughing about ? Is it about my hair being messed up ? "

She reached her hand up to tame her messy hair.

" No I was just thinking about your theory on rides that are worth your money. "

" I should be eligible for Harvard for that. "

Yang Yang realised how much he truly enjoyed Y/N's presence, the way she jokes and the way she sees things differently.

Yang Yang shook his head of these thoughts.

' You only get to be her for a few hours, don't overthink this, just enjoy it while it lasts. '

" How about we grab something to eat ? My treat. "

" I'd love to. "

They arrived at a classic German cuisine restaurant.

" Are you sure about this, Yang Yang ? This place looks kinda pricey. "

" Don't worry, I bought extra money thinking my friends wouldn't bail me out on this. "

" You were with friends? "

" Yeah, they ditched me for their girlfriends. "

" My girls do that to me too, I'm always jealous of them, running off like that. They always say I'm too shy to date anyone. Y/N, the one who's never impulsive when it comes to dating. "

" How about we take a photo together ? You can brag about our little rendezvous here. "

" Your ideas are always appealing, Yang Yang. "

She scooted over her chair to Yang Yang whilst he asks for a waiter's aid in taking the photo.

After they finished their meal, they went to the clawing machines.

" You didn't seem like the type to like these. "

" I used to get them for my mom when I was young. I want you to have one too, something to remember me by or this moment. "

Yang Yang got it on his 5th try, which probably costs the same as if you bought one at a store.

' But it's the sentimental meaning that counts. ' Y/N thought to herself.

Yang Yang placed the plushie in her hands. It was a Stitch.

" Why the Stitch ? "

" You don't like it ? "

" I do. But I want to know the reason behind your choice of plushie for me. "

" In Hawaiian, Lilo and Stitch means lost and found. You were sort of lost tonight, but you found me. Now that I've given you a Stitch, I'll always be beside you wherever you are. Whenever you feel lost in life, give it a hug, think of it as me being there for you. "

Y/N enveloped Yang Yang into her tiny, but warm embrace.

" Thank you so much Yang Yang, I'll remember you forever and this moment we're having. "

Both Yang Yang and Y/N are tearing up now, both of them have never encountered such a special person in their lives, and the thought of separating after tonight seems to hollow out their hearts.

Yang Yang checked his watch, 11.30 p.m. .

" We only have thirty minutes left before your parents come back to fetch you and the mall closes. How about we break your rule about rides that are complicated only and take a ride on the ferris wheel ? "

" Sure. "

Yang Yang took Y/N's hand into his and led her to the queue of the ferris wheel, they didn't let go all the way throughout the waiting, even as they boarded the compartment.

The ride was silent, the both of them leaned into each other's embrace. Y/N's head on Yang Yang shoulder. Yang Yang's hand around her waist.

As they reached the top of the ride, Yang Yang broke the silence.

" This is going to be the most cliché thing you ever heard. But can I kiss you? "

Y/N had the biggest smile on her face as she put her hands behind his nape to lean in and connect their lips.

The happy couple was inseparable as they wandered through the flee market in the mall, Yang Yang's arm slung over Y/N's shoulder, keeping her by his side.

Y/N stopped her tracks at a jewelry stall. She picked up a pair of earrings that were placed on the table.

" How much is this ? "

" 8. "

She paid for the earrings and took off one of her own, and slipped it into her wallet

It was a star, the other was a crescent moon.

She handed the moon to Yang Yang.

" Wear this as long as you still like me, and take it off when you no longer like me. So when the next time if we ever meet again I'll know if we still share the same feelings. Deal ? "

" Deal. "

Yang Yang removed his earring to put on the one you have him.

" Dear shoppers, closing time is in two minutes. Please finish your shopping and proceed to the exits. We're opening at 10 a.m. tomorrow morning, we welcome you again then. And remember to drive home safely. "

" My parents should be waiting for me at the main exit about now. "

" I'll walk you there. "

Yang Yang wished this mall was when bigger than it is now, just so that he could spend more time with Y/N.

Y/N stopped her tracks at the side of the escalators at the first floor.

" Those are my parents. It's best that they don't see me with someone they don't know, they're rather protective. "

" So this is goodbye ? We could keep in touch, Instagram or Twitter or Snapchat ? "

" I live on the other side of the world, Yang Yang. But there's still a chance we'll meet again, let fate decide for us. "

She gave him one last kiss on the lips.

“ 有缘再见。”

“ 有缘再见。 ”

Yang Yang was starting to let her hand go, but he suddenly thought of something he hasn't asked.

" Wait. I still have one more thing I need to know. Why the moon and the star? Out of all the other ones. "

" Because in the vast night sky, the moon and the stars will always belong together, no matter where they are. "

She squeeze his hand for the last time, and let go.

Yang Yang watched her until she reached her family, he could see her smile from here.

Y/N turned back to look at Yang Yang one last time.

' I'll never forget you and I'll probably never move on. ' She thought to herself.

After Yang Yang finished the story, he grabbed the nearest soju bottle and downed the remaining of its contents.

" Thank goodness we don't have any schedules tomorrow. " Kun muttered to himself.

" So that's why you never take off this earring unless the stylists tell you to. " Ten said to the others.

" You never found this girl? Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat ? " Xiao Jun asked.

" No, she's like a ghost. "

" Get some sleep soon, Yang Yang. " Kun told him.

Yang Yang only nodded, too far down the memory lane to heed Kun's words.

One by one all of them retired back into their own rooms to rest for the day.

' Will I ever meet her again ? " Yang Yang asked himself.

A week has passed since Yang Yang retold his story. All the members avoided triggering his mood. He was still smiley Yang Yang in front of the fans, but he shut himself in his room more often than usual.

Yang Yang and Hendery were messing around in the dance studio while the rest of the members were doing their own things, Kun and Xiao Jun practicing a song, Ten and Winwin choreographing.

Suddenly, their manager popped his head in.

" Guys, I'd like you all to meet the members of SM's girl group that are going to promote in China along side wayv. Lee Soo Man said that you guys have to get to know each other in order to work alongside each other. "

He ushered in a group of girls and shut the door behind him.

Kun, being the dutiful leader he is started introducing the wayv members to the girls as they stood in a line.

Yang Yang was typing away on his phone to tell Jaemin when Kun told him to turn it off.

He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked up.

It's her, Y/N.

The both of them had shocked expressions on their face. Y/N's leader was telling her to introduce herself, but she couldn't hear or see anything else other than Yang Yang.

Yang Yang shifted his gaze to her ears, there it was, his star. Y/N did the same to him, seeing the moon made her breath a sigh of relief.

" Hi Stitch. Lilo's back. "

Yang Yang pulled her into himself, holding her close.

" Don't ever leave me again. "

" Never again. "

The rests of the people in the room carried on with their intros, letting the couple have some time to themselves.

Y/N pulled away slightly and looked into Yang Yang's eyes.

" I still have the Stitch you gave me. "

" I'd like to see it again. "

" Deal. "

#nct fluff #nct smut #nct angst #wayv scenarios #nct wayv #wayv imagines #wayv yangyang #liu yangyang #yangyang #wayv #nct127 #nct u #nct drabbles #nct daily #nct dream

[st-crylo]

Rebound

Part 8

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this part out! Thanks for your patience, new update day is Wednesday nights!!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of drugs

Word Count: 4.5K

Tagging: @haylaansmi @nankstasty @thomasscresswell @maybe-your-left

Masterlist

You took a deep breath, looking between your mom’s car in the driveway, and the front door of your house. She had to know sooner or later, and you’d put it off a little too long. Of course, you weren’t going to tell the whole truth, after all even the half truth would be too much for your mother. Taking another deep breath, you opened the door, and crossed the threshold into your house. 

“Hey, sweetie, how was school today?” she asked almost the moment you closed the front door behind you. Ah yes, the dreaded question that would kick start your news. You supposed there was no time like the present.

“Really good! I actually got asked to homecoming today,” you said, walking into the living room where your mom was sitting with your dad. You watched as her face lit up, clearly excited for what was an obvious win in her book. Oh, this was going to be painful.

“Really? Who asked you?” She asked, excitement filling her voice, causing your heart to pound from within your chest. Now or never. Now or never, you repeated in your mind as you gave a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Ben Solo.”

As you’d expected, your mom’s face changed from one of joy to pure shock. It wasn’t an angry shock, after all even she had to admit that someone asking you out after what happened was a good thing, it was simply the person who had asked you. After the shock wore off, her face faded into one of discomfort.

“Honey...are you sure you wanna go to homecoming with him?” she asked, looking to your dad, who simply raised his hands and looked away, abstaining from this conversation. You let out a sigh, your smile turning to a frown. 

“Yes, I’m sure. He’s a nice guy mom, and he is trying to be better. Besides, we were really good friends until seventh grade,” you pointed out. Your mom still had a frown on her face, and she was twiddling her thumbs, trying to think of a response. You knew there was really no way she was going to say no, after all, she was the one who wanted you to live the most fun senior year. There was no way something as trivial as the boy who asked you to homecoming would change that. Though, just because you knew the facts didn’t mean you weren’t anxious about what she was going to say next. 

“Okay,” she finally relented, causing you to let out a breath you’d been holding in. “But I want you to promise that you’re going to be safe, okay?”

“Of course, mom. Besides, we’re going with a group, so there really won’t be any way for us to get into trouble,” you assured her, though you knew your friends were more than capable of finding trouble to be in.

“Okay, that’s good. The dance is next Saturday, right?” your mom asked, and you simply nodded. “Alright. Well, I hope you two will let me take pictures here. Why don’t you ask all your friends to take pictures here?” 

Just like I thought, you mused to yourself. “Yeah, I can see if they’re down!”

Soon, you were retreating to your room, pulling out your phone and dialing Sami’s number. It took two rings before she picked up.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked from the other end of the line.

“Told my mom about homecoming,” you said, plopping down on your bed, laying back against the headboard and staring up at the ceiling. 

“Oh, sick. What did she say?”

“I can tell she’s not happy about it, but she’s not gonna say no. Also, she wants us all to take pictures here at my place. This’ll probably work out for Kylo too, that way his grandparents can take pictures as well,” you informed her.

“I’m totally cool with that, Mom’s not gonna be here that weekend anyways, so I’ll just get pictures from you to show her. What are you gonna do about getting a dress?” Sami asked.

“Was probably gonna go shopping on Friday for one. Can’t go Saturday because I have dinner with the Solo’s, so that’s gonna take my whole day to mentally prepare for,” you said, frowning as you thought of the idea of sitting down at a table with Kylo’s parents. Sami laughed from the other side of the receiver. 

“Well, if you want, we can go together. After all, you should definitely wear something hot, if Avarez is gonna be there. That shit will drive him up the wall,” Sami responded. You could almost feel the coy in her voice, and you laughed as well. Any excuse to get Shawn heated was good for you, especially after what had happened earlier. 

“It’s gonna be weird, seeing Kylo in a tux,” you pointed out. You’d never really seen him dress formally, he usually just wore his black jeans and leather jacket. To see him dressed up would definitely be new.

“It’s weird, seeing men like Kylo dress formally. Last year, Milo rented this really nice tux for prom, the vest matched my dress and everything. It was wild, but weirdly hot,” Sami said, causing you to shake your head. 

“Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you said, hearing your mom’s voice call you downstairs for dinner.

“See ya!” Sami said before the line went dead. With that, you got up off your bed and headed down for dinner.

***

The rest of the week seemed to pass by quickly, Friday seeming to appear in a flash, and as you settled down beside Kylo in English, you could feel your excitement grow tremendously. You’d never been so excited to buy a homecoming dress, and you honestly felt that it was more about the fact that you’d get to go shopping with Sami and Phasma. 

Phasma would be driving you three to Coruscant, where you’d meet up with Jordan at one of the malls there. Your mom had given you her card and said you could get dinner in the city as well. You’d never gone shopping in Coruscant before, so needless to say, you were excited beyond belief. 

“Calm down, you’re practically bouncing off the walls,” Kylo joked as you quickly pulled out your finished paper for Beowulf. You were so ready to move on to the next book, you practically threw your paper at Mr. Skywalker when he passed by. 

“Alright class, we’re going to be reading Hard Times starting on Monday. So, let’s get into some background, shall we?” Mr. Skywalker said from the front of the class, turning a video on from the projector. You tried not to yawn as the incredibly monotonous British narrator began to talk about Dickens, and the period he wrote in. 

“Can’t fucking stand Dickens,” Kylo said from beside you, causing you to laugh. “He’s only so descriptive because he was getting paid per word.” A fact that the monotonous video would soon bring up. 

You couldn’t really help but drift off a couple of times during class, and you were almost fully asleep when the overhead lights were turned on after the third video. Blinking to help your eyes adjust to the lights, you stretched your arms out, trying to hold back a yawn as you reached over to put all your stuff away. In front of you, Sami was lightly snoring, and was being shaken awake by Phasma, who was trying hard not to laugh. Once Sami was awake, she looked confused, and a little grumpy, as she wiped a small amount of drool from her lip. 

“Alright, I’ll be handing out copies on Monday. Before you leave, don’t forget to drop off your copy of Beowulf in one of these bins. I will hunt you down if you don’t turn it back in,” Mr. Skywalker said as the whole class began shuffling around, fishing for their books in their backpacks and putting all their stuff away. Kylo took all of your copies up to the front, briefly nodding at his uncle as he placed them all in the bin before walking back to your group of desks. As soon as Kylo was back, the bell rang, and the biggest group of students hurried out the door, heading for their cars or however they were planning on getting back home. You slowly stood from your desk and grabbed your backpack, putting your arms through the straps as you waited for everyone else.

As usual, once the crowd had passed, the four of you walked out of the English room, heading towards the entrance of the school.

“It’s gonna be weird, not having you ride home with me today,” Kylo stated, looking down at you. “I’m gonna be so alone.” Kylo started pretending to pout and cry, to which you playfully punched him in the arm, causing him to laugh. He shook his head before running a hand through his black hair.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, provided you don’t make any stops on the way home,” Phasma quipped as the four of you stepped out of the school, stepping into the September sun. Kylo looked around first, noticed that people were watching, and he drew you close, pressing his lips against your forehead before bringing you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, also conscious of the eyes watching you, before looking up at Kylo, who had that same smirk on his face as always. You smiled at him before the two of you let go.

“Text me when you get home, okay?” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“I will. See ya later,” you said before turning towards Phasma and Sami, walking towards Phasma’s car. It was a quaint little car, just an old silver toyota, and you tried to keep up as Sami sprinted towards it.

“Shotgun!” she yelled as you and Phasma laughed when Sami reached the passenger door, desperately trying to open the door. Phasma used the key fob and unlocked the door, and Sami climbed in as fast as lightning. You laughed as you climbed in behind her, throwing your backpack on the other side of the back seat of Phasma’s car. Phasma climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car, putting her phone on a mount as she pulled up the directions to the mall Jordan had suggested.

“Thank God we’re getting dresses in the city, I need to get away from this town for a bit,” Sami said, rolling down the window as Phasma pulled out of her parking spot. 

“What about you, Phasma? I can’t imagine you’re the dress type?” you asked from the back.

“Nah, I’m trying to find a tux instead. I saw this cool floral one online and I’m thinking about wearing that, if I can find it. Who wants the aux?” she said. She held up the aux cord and immediately Sami snatched it from her, plugging it into the headphone jack in her phone. She then pulled up a playlist of music you weren’t really familiar with, but it seemed the same style that Kylo listened to. You thought about how funny it was, this was the first time in over a month that you’d been in the car with someone who didn’t have a cassette player. 

The drive to Coruscant was fun. Occasionally, Sami would play a song that the three of you could sing to, and as you watched the suburbs go by as you rode on the interstate. It was interesting to see the landscape change from rows upon rows of houses to the city skyline, skyscrapers rising and putting a feeling of awe in your heart. 

Soon, Phasma was pulling off the interstate, driving along with the city’s traffic towards the mall. Soon, and to Phasma’s relief, the three of you were pulling off into the mall’s parking lot.

“How come no one in the city knows how to drive?” Phasma said with a frown as she pulled into a parking spot.

“Ya know, I’m pretty sure they feel the same way about you,” Sami mused before pulling the aux cord out of her phone. The three of you all got out of the car, and Phasma put her phone up to her ear as she called Jordan. You pulled out your phone and saw a text from Kylo.

You ladies make it to the city okay? Also Gran won’t stop asking me about you today.

You smiled as you read the message, glad that Mrs. Skywalker liked you so much. You quickly typed your response back.

We made it better than we would have if you were driving. I have a feeling you’re a scary interstate driver. Also, tell your Gran I said hi, you responded before putting your phone away.

“What’s the dirt?” Sami asked, catching you smiling at your phone.

“Nothing, just letting Kylo know we got here safely, while also making fun of him. You know, the usual,” you said as you slid your phone into your pocket. Though you’d stopped looking at your phone, the smile still remained.

Sami nodded her head sagely as a car pulled up besides Phasma’s. She couldn’t help but think that if she didn’t know any better, she too would think you and Kylo were dating. Phasma put down her phone as Jordan rolled down the window, smiling at the three of you.

“Hello ladies!” she said before turning off the car and climbing out. When she was out, she ambled over to Phasma, who placed a kiss on her cheek before wrapping an arm around her shoulder. After that, the four of you practically strutted into the mall together, you and Sami following behind Jordan and Phasma.

There was something about going to a fancy mall in the wealthy part of the city that was just different. Of course you’d been to malls before, but to go into a mall with all sorts of designer brands and expensive department stores, it was a little overwhelming. You were in absolute awe as you passed each of the different stores, window shopping all the expensive items and wishing you had money for them. 

Soon, the four of you were heading into a Bloomingdale’s, which was intimidating to say the least. You and Sami exchanged looks as you walked in, knowing the price was going to be a little bit more than you’d anticipated. However, you heaved a sigh as you accepted that this would be a better way to not have the same dress as everyone else.

“(y/n), I think you should wear red or black. It’s very on par with whatever Kylo would want to wear,” Jordan says as you approach the semi-formal dresses. 

“Idk, I think you should wear a midnight blue. It’ll get Kylo to step out of his comfort zone,” Sami added as you all started to search through the racks. You pushed aside bright pink dresses and some weird green shades, but you never really found anything you liked.

“What about you, Sami? I know Milo isn’t gonna have time to come down, so are you coordinating with anyone?” Jordan asked Sami before pulling out a dark green dress, and holding it up to Sami’s figure.

“Yeah, Pat is my ‘date.’ We thought it would be more convenient, since, like you said, Milo is busy being a college student hours away. Also, that’s cute, let me see,” Sami said as she reached for the dress in Jordan’s hand. You laughed as Sami inspected the dress, nodding her head in approval as she examined. She then searched for her size. 

You pushed through a different rack of dresses before coming across a gorgeous blue dress. It had an A-line skirt made of blue tulle with a blue satin interfacing that ended a little above the knees, and a sweetheart neckline with off-shoulder sleeves. The bodice was beaded with small silver beads, making the top of the dress almost look like a night sky. With a smile, you rummaged through the dresses until you found your size. 

“You find something, (y/n)?” Phasma asked as she watched you. You simply nodded before pulling out the dress in your size, and holding it up. 

“Ha, I win. Midnight blue forever,” Sami said, sticking her tongue out at Jordan, who reciprocated. 

“Let’s try them on,” you said excitedly, dragging Sami to the dressing room. The woman at the desk led you to separate fitting rooms, and as soon as you were in, you were undressing, ready to see if you liked the way the dress fit on your body. As soon as you put it on, you knew it was the one. It fit your body amazingly, and made you feel so confident in it. You loved it with every part of your being.

Stepping out of the fitting room, you were greeted by Jordan and Phasma, who both smiled when you stepped out.

“(y/n), that is absolutely gorgeous,” Jordan said.

Soon, Sami was also stepping out of her fitting room. Her dress was very similar to yours in shape, but made all with satin. The forest green color looked gorgeous on her tan skin, and really made the color of her eyes pop.

“I love that,” you told Sami, and Jordan and Phasma both nodded in agreement. 

After you and Sami had decided that you’d found the dresses you wanted, the four of you then moved to find a blazer for Phasma. She ended up settling on a black blazer with a floral pattern on it. You, Jordan, and Sami all agreed that it made her look very sophisticated. Jordan especially loved it, practically fawning over her girlfriend, even after you’d all made your purchases. 

The four of you headed for the food court, where you decided to split up for food. You and Sami decided on chinese food, contently carrying the styrofoam boxes back to the table that you’d all decided to meet at. Taking a seat, you began digging into your food as Phasma and Jordan approached, each with food in hand. As Jordan and Phasma sat down, they too began to dig into their food.

“So,” Jordan started after swallowing a bite, “what’s the tea? What’s been going on at good ole Mos Eisley High?”

“(y/n) finally called out Shawn. It was badass, based on what Kylo told me,” Sami said, looking at you and grinning mischievously. You rolled your eyes before shaking your head.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal. I just wasn’t gonna deal with his bullshit anymore, especially since he tried to call me a slut,” you explained. Jordan had that same look on her face as Sami, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Rich, coming from him. Anything else?” Jordan responded.

“Pat’s planning an after party for homecoming,” Phasma added, poking around at her food. “I figured I’d warn you guys that he’s planning to invite Hux.”

Sami’s fork dropped from her hand, and Jordan gasped loudly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sami asked, rage dripping from her voice. “I don’t understand why Pat still hangs out with that asshole, especially after all the shit he’s done.”

“I know. Also, was he planning to invite Kylo?” Jordan asked, her attention solely on Phasma. You couldn’t help but keep a keen attention on what she was saying either. After all, you only knew that Hux was the person Kylo’s ex had cheated on him with. You wanted to know more about him, though, to see why else everyone hated him. 

“That’s just the thing,” Phasma began, “he is planning to invite Kylo. When I asked him if he thought that was wise, he said that there would be so many people there, they probably wouldn’t even run into each other. I told him he’s being a dumbass.”

“Yeah, a dumbass is right. If Kylo sees Hux without first being warned that he’s there, Kylo will beat the shit out of him,” Sami said before taking another bite from her food.

“Maybe not. I don’t think Kylo wants little Armitage running off to his cop dad. That’s why he got put on house arrest in the first place,” Jordan remarked, causing you to become confused.

“Kylo told me that he was put on house arrest for vandalism,” you said. Everyone turned and looked at you, all of them heaving a collective sigh.

“Kylo would say something like that. Look, don’t tell him I told you, but Kylo was arrested because Armitage planted drugs on him. Luckily, he’s a minor, and on top of that, his mom has a lot of influence with the judges. They didn’t believe that the drugs had been planted, but they agreed on house arrest after his drug test came back negative,” Jordan explained.

“How did Kylo know the drugs were planted?” you asked.

“Because Armitage was at the park that day, trying to taunt Kylo into fighting him. Kylo told me that he went to the bathroom, but accidentally left his stuff outside, and Armitage must have planted them then. Also, the officer who happened to search Kylo was Brendol Hux not even ten minutes after Armitage had left,” Sami added. “None of us know all the details, so if you really want to know, you should ask Kylo. You should also warn Kylo about Hux coming to Pat’s after party.”

You nodded in agreement before going back to eating your food, thinking. It seemed like Armitage Hux had a personal vendetta against Kylo, and now you wanted to know why. Was it because of Hux and Stella, or was it something deeper? You would ask one of the girls, but this was something you wanted to hear from Kylo himself. You didn’t want to worry about speculation, and what might be truth or lie. 

On the way home, as you watched the city’s skyscrapers fade into the suburbs, you couldn’t help but continue to think, and you knew that you wanted to talk to Kylo as soon as you got home.

Hey, we just left the city. Is it okay if we talk when I get back? You texted, letting out a sigh as you waited for his reply.

Yeah, I have something I need to tell you, too. See ya when you get home, he responded. After that, you felt your shoulders tense up as you wondered what it was that Kylo needed to tell you. Deciding not to worry about it, you continued to look out the window as the three of you inched ever closer to home.

Phasma decided to drop you off first. As she pulled into the cul de sac where you lived, you noticed Kylo leaning against his car, smoking a cig and staring down at his phone. As Phasma slowed down in front of him, he looked up, waving at Phasma and Sami as you stepped out of the car. 

“Thanks for the ride, Phas,” you said as you waved goodbye.

“No problem. We should do it again some time!” She called out before she and Sami waved goodbye, driving away from the two of you. With a sigh, you turned to face Kylo, and you decided to lean against his car beside him. 

“So, what did you want to talk about?” he asked after taking a drag. 

“So, Phasma told me that Pat is throwing a homecoming after party-”

“I would expect no less.”

“And apparently he’s inviting Hux.”

You could almost feel Kylo’s jaw clench from beside you, and as you looked up into his eyes, you could see the fire of rage behind them. He was more contained than you expected, and as you watched him take another drag from his cigarette, you wondered if he were simply waiting to explode. However, when he sighed as he exhaled the smoke, he shook his head.

“Of fucking course. We’ll go, but if he tries to start something, we’re leaving,” he said. “Is that it?”

You thought for a moment if you wanted to ask him about his relationship with Hux, but you decided you would ask another time. You didn’t want to upset him more than he already was, so you decided to change the subject.

“Nope. I also wanted to tell you to get a dark blue tie,” you said, smiling up at him. He smiled back at you, but you noticed it didn’t reach his eyes. A part of you regretted telling him about Hux, but you knew it was for the best. “So, what did you wanna tell me?”

“Oh! Well, I talked to my mom earlier, and so, basically, the whole family is coming over for dinner,” he said, rubbing the nape of his neck and avoiding eye contact with you.

“Okay?” you asked, confused on why this was a bad thing.

“That means Rey is gonna be there, too,” he said in a murmur. Your body filled with cold after you heard that, and you couldn’t help but frown. First of all, this was about to be a very awkward dinner. Secondly, you hadn’t told Kylo about Rey, so you weren’t sure how he knew to warn you.

“Look, it doesn’t take a genius to know that my cousin judges anyone who’s dating me. You didn’t need to tell me that you and Rey had a fallout, I guessed it would happen eventually,” Kylo said, practically reading your mind. “I am curious why you didn’t tell me, though.”

With a sigh, you crossed your arms across your chest. “Because she said some things about you that weren’t okay. I didn’t want to reiterate those words to you because she’s still your family,” you explained. 

“Just because she’s my family doesn’t mean she always thinks highly of me, I accepted that a long time ago. Besides, if she’s thinking less of you because you and I are a thing, then maybe you need a break from her,” Kylo added before dropping the cigarette butt to the ground and stomping it out. He then reached over and picked it up, clenching it in his hand as he let out a sigh. “Look, my grandparents like you, and I’m pretty sure my parents will like you. That’s the goal, after all. I wouldn’t worry about what Rey thinks right now.”

You thought about his words for a moment before letting out yet another sigh. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Kylo,” you said before turning to face him. He turned to face you as well, bringing you in for a hug. As he held you flush against his body, your arms wrapped around his waist, and his around your shoulders, you breathed in his scent, feeling a wave of calm overcome you.

“No problem, (y/n). I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner,” he said before letting you go. Once he did, you smiled up at him before turning around, heading for your house, ready to go to bed after your day of shopping.

[loove-persevering]

You Don’t Miss Her (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

Description: (Request!) Shawn and reader weren’t the closest of friends but when Shawn finds out his gf has been cheating on him, reader is the one that’s there for him. It’s been a long time and now reader and Shawn are together. what happens when they happen to bump into Shawn’s ex? Angst (for the reader) but fluff please!

 It wasn’t how you expected to spend your Friday night, you were unlocking the door to your apartment when Shawn your neighbor came up and he looked really distressed like he had been crying. ‘’Are you okay?’’ You ask him.

 He looks over at you a little shocked, you hadn’t ever really spoken to him before it was more of your mail getting mixed up at the most. ‘’Yeah,’’ He says glancing over at you before turning back to the door walking inside and slamming it shut, you flinch slightly hearing how loud it was. You look at the door for a few seconds before walking inside your apartment, throughout the night you heard the loud music coming from the other side of your bedroom wall, you weren’t trying to sleep or anything it was just that loud. 

 You walk into the kitchen and notice the box of cookies you had made earlier was still sitting there, you decide it couldn’t hurt and you pick it up walking next door. You try and knock loudly so he can hear you over the music, but that seemed impossible. You kept going wanting to make sure he knew who they were from and eventually you hear the music go down and then he swings the door open and was now standing in front of you. 

‘‘These are for you,’‘ You say handing him the container, he looks down and takes it a little hesitantly and then back up to you, ‘‘You seem like you need them more than me right now,’‘ You laugh. ‘‘Mind to keep the music down though?’‘ You ask him and he gulps nodding his head slowly. You give him a gracious smile before turning back walking next door before you fully enter though you hear him call out to you. 

‘‘Do you want to come in and have one with me?’‘ He asks, he didn’t sound suggestive like he was inviting you to bed he just genuinely seemed like he wanted your company. You agreed and walk back into his apartment, it was set up the same as yours with a few differences. 

 You sat down with him and at first it was really awkward but eventually he began to open up, ‘’I’m sorry I was rude earlier in the hall,’’ He says taking a bite of one of the cookies, ‘’You made these?’’ He asks. 

 ‘’Yeah, this morning! And don’t worry about it,’’ You say to him. 

‘‘My girlfriend cheated on me,’‘ He says letting out a laugh of disbelief. ‘‘Sorry I know we just met but I feel more comfortable telling someone I barely know than talking to any of my friends right now,’‘ He says. 

‘‘I get that,’‘ You say taking a drink of the milk he poured for you. ‘’How long were you together?’’ You ask him. 

‘‘A year and a half, I know it sounds crazy but I really thought she was the one you know?’‘ He asks looking up at you and you nod giving him a sympathetic look, ‘‘We just clicked instantly and I would’ve bet you we would’ve ended up together,’‘ He says letting out a bitter laugh, ‘‘Look how that turned out.’‘ He says leaning back into his chair. 

‘‘I don’t know you very well,’‘ You start off, ‘’But there are a million different people out there, and I know that sounds lame and cliche but it’s true. You get so use to this circle of people your around and you forget there’s a whole world out there filled with even more people.’‘ You say. You had always thought about that, when you’re in a relationship a serious one all you see is a future with that person, but when it ends and your still hung up on them you seemingly forget there are millions of people out there in the world. ‘’I know it just happened but just think about that while you’re going through this you know?’’ You ask him. He watches you with an intense gaze and you smile at him making your way up from the chair, ‘’I should go, I have work in the morning,’’ You say to him. 

He walks you to the door and you turn around once you make it into the hallway, ‘’It was nice to officially meet you,’’ You say to him beginning to walk toward your apartment. 

‘‘Wait!’‘ He asks and you turn around, ‘‘Could we do this again?’‘ He asks you. You nod yes at him and smile and you see one on his face as well, you then turn back around and make your way back home.

______

It’s now a few months later, and those short talks turned into long talks. They slowly began to transition from talking about his ex to talking about yourselves, Shawn got to know a lot of you in only a few short months and now he seemed to be a constant factor in it. You take the key to his apartment that he gave you walking in, it was pretty early in the morning but you were suppose to go to the mall to find an outfit for your interview at a chance of a job promotion. 

 ‘’Hi,’’ You say walking into his bedroom, he was getting dressed, ‘’Wow, good timing,’’ You say giving him a cheeky smile as he pull the shirt over his head, ‘’Damn, I take it back.’’ You say laughing. He walks over to you wrapping his arms around you and leaning in and kisses you deeply for a few seconds. 

 ‘’Hey,’’ He says simply. ‘’Ready to go?’’ He asks and you nod smiling at him. 

 Thirty minutes later you were in Top Shop looking around for some business casual clothes, ‘’What do you think of this?’’ You ask him holding up a pair o beige with black polka dot pants, ‘’With like that one top I wore on our first date, the long black shirt?’’

 ‘’I think that would look good, it’s not too formal and it’s different. It’ll make you stand out I think,’’ He says. 

‘‘Wow, you’re good at this,’‘ You say smiling walking over to him getting up on your tip toes and kissing him lingeringly, ‘‘I’m gonna go see if they have a different pair in my size this has a stain,’‘ You say and he nods. You walk away finding a worked and she goes to get you a new pair, when you walk back you see Shawn standing with a girl talking to her. He looked uncomfortable, ‘‘Hey,’‘ You say softly feeling bad for interrupting. 

‘‘Hi,’‘ The girl says turning to you a odd smile on her face as she glances back to Shawn, ‘‘Shawn?’‘ 

 He looks from her to you with a sympathetic smile, ‘’Y/N this is Stella, Stella, Y/N.’’ He says, he sounded really off like he didn’t want to introduce you to. You recognized the name after a few seconds, Stella was the ex that cheated on him. 

 ‘’Nice to meet you,’’ She says. ‘’Shawn and me use to date back in the day, right Shawn?’’ She asks looking at him, you finally take your gaze away from her and look to Shawn who was already looking at you. 

‘‘Yeah, Stella but that was a long time ago,’‘ He says looking at her annoyed. 

‘‘Seven month’s isn’t that long, especially when we dated for a year and a half,’‘ She says reaching out putting her hand on his arm. 

 ‘’Didn’t you cheat on him?’’ You blurt out. Shawn’s head immediately turns to you shocked as well as Stella who just looks annoyed. ‘’I think that automatically lessens your intimidation against me,’’ You say smugly. Shawn looks at you completely shocked, ‘’We should go,’’ You say finally breaking eye contact with Stella and looking to Shawn, you grab his hand pulling him along with you. 

 You don’t even bother buying the pants you just sit them down and walk out of the store, ‘’Y/N! What was that!’’ Shawn asks when you finally make it out of the door. 

 You turn around slightly hurt at how mad he sounded, ‘’Really?’’ You ask him and he looks at you confused, ‘’She walks up and all of a sudden you don’t know how to say fuck off? You practically let her walk all over me Shawn,’’ You say to him. 

 ‘’No I-’’ He begins but you cut him off.

‘‘Was I like a rebound or something? Like were you just waiting for her to come back or?’‘ You say hearing the hurt that laced your voice and Shawn looks at you his face scrunching up in disgust. 

‘‘You really think that Y/N?’‘ He asks. 

‘‘I mean you moved on pretty quickly from her,’‘ You say to him crossing your arms. 

‘‘You’re annoying,’‘ Shawn says walking away from you, you follow him from behind realizing he was your ride. Once you finally made it to the car you get in slamming the door he does as well. ‘‘I was never waiting for her to come back Y/N, I don’t care about her anymore.’’ He says not bothering to start the car. 

‘‘Then why did you get all quiet?’‘ You ask him. 

‘‘Because, that’s an awkward situation Y/N. Anyone would feel awkward if they were in that situation.’‘ He says. It was true you’d feel awkward too, but he still should’ve stuck up for you more. 

‘‘Yeah, but she was sitting there talking about how long you dated, right in front of me and you didn’t say one thing Shawn.’‘ You say and he finally looks over at you, ‘‘I know that was awkward I do but I’m your girlfriend and if someone is talking bad about me practically right in front of the both of us I want you to stick up for me,’‘ You say to him. 

He looks over at you a small smile breaking out on his face, you look at him confused. ‘’I think you stuck up for yourself pretty well,’’ He says letting out a laugh that causes you to smile as well. ‘’She was so shocked,’’ He says.

 ‘’So were you!’’ You defend. 

He goes quiet for a few seconds after that and then turns to face you, ‘’You’re not like she was, and I told you that first night I thought she was it for me,’’ He says and you felt a slight twist in your stomach remembering he did say those words, ‘’Don’t over think that,’’ He says smiling already knowing you would. ‘’But I was wrong, Y/N. This right here feels right, I know it hasn’t been long but this feels right you and me, it’s different than what I had with her.’’ He explains as you watch him intently, ‘’I don’t have to worry with you.’’ He says and you smile. 

‘‘You never have to worry with me,’’ You assure him, he smiles and leans in and pecks you on the lips. With him you didn’t have a worry in the world. 

#Shawn mendes imagine #shawn x reader #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes fluff

[hellobengski]

In Another World: Japan 2019

Maybe to love is to learn – and learning Japan for quite some time is just beautiful with all its chaotic yet fulfilling desire at heart.

December is the season for family and friends and having to spend it another country again is different – a very memorable one. It is such a good grace of embracing new culture from a 5 hour trip  away from home – living a temporary life, what it’s like to live in a world where everything seemed to be provided. The place itself is an art, where you can experience the calmness of the streets although I had to enjoy the freezing weather in which I was forced to wear almost four layers of clothing, including multiple heat packs to keep us going along the way. Nevertheless, Japan has its own way of welcoming you to the best possible ways it could offer, making exceptional memories of more than a dream.

Japan is in the top of my bucket list yet the very least to make it happen when I was younger. Given that it’s expensive, it requires you to apply for visa in which chosen people are only given the opportunity to process it. Maybe timing wasn’t for us then hence watching anime films was an alternative way to feel it. Japanese characters itself with perfectly triangular shaped faces used to be my hidden desire, like there’s something mystical about their personalities. And maybe timing could be right too. It could be right when the High Power allows you – specifically when you’re ready.

I have no idea what to hate in a place where it appears to be perfect. Utopia, as what they say. I went with a group of twenty people with various ages and personalities so there were two things that needed to be considered in this trip; to conform and to be patient. I have watched some documentaries, travel vlogs, and even movies like Hachiko to prepare myself with an expectant heart.

From there, I know Japan would lead us to wander and be lost.

Upon arriving in Japan, our group was picked up by huge sized black colored van including drivers who were definitely dressed well with their coat and tuxedo. We were late. And there is something wrong with that. It’s a bad Impression for Japanese people to be late since time is valuable – unless you have reasonable excuses. The tension was starting to fire up so I decided to apologise. The family did too. During the one-hour travel from Narita Airport to the first place where we stayed, I was mesmerized. The overwhelming emotions from visual presentations turned into reality. Maybe this is love, like seeing a person for the first time letting your head turn into 360.

Fallen leaves, chirping crows, and whistling of the winds. So this is winter – I have never felt this in my life. It surprised me as I was enjoying the giant automatic buildings. We toured several of Tokyo’s places, all of which had their own unique culture.

I experienced the towering skyscrapers and offices of Shinjuku and the shopping and pop culture of Harajuku. I learned how diverse Tokyo was: three blocks from the Tokyo Skytree, an observation tower that symbolizes Japan’s cutting-edge technology; Asakusa, an ancient Buddhist shrine where people prayed under enormous red lanterns and burnt incense for their ancestors. I noticed that this dramatic juxtaposition between the old and the new is what most characterized Japan: pop culture and technology contrasted yet blended with traditional customs and culture. While polar opposites of each other, these two aspects of Japan coexisted in perfect harmony. I believe that harmony sends an important message: you do not need to disregard the old in order to embrace the new. It is possible to honor and accept both.

And the bikes were electronic. I grew up learning how to ride a bike but never got the chance to do it in Japan. Maybe if I was just a solo traveler, I could use it to explore the clean roads.

Every train is a safe space.

With Haruki Murakami’s novel Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, fragments of imagination have conveyed my emotions to become a fan of train stations. I have seen some parts of myself through Tsukuru, how darkness made him feel as an empty person, lacking in color and identity. He was real to me. From millions of people that passed through me, he could’ve been there. That’s when I started to love the train stations even more.

They are always on time– and of course, a delay of even just one minute will result in profuse apologies from the conductor. Train stations are always staffed with employees who are ready to answer your questions and do so very well. Though we weren’t able to ride city buses, I believe they’re also great though I wasn’t sure if we can pay their fares with the same card we used to ride the train.

I have seen people coming in and out of the trains, like every person has its own story of why they needed to ride the train. On Tuesday, I remember some old man trying to stop his son from crying. On Friday night, I smelled ginger flavored beer from Japanese employees who just got off from work from Shibuya station. I liked the smell, it didn’t make me feel that I was in danger. Probably weekends are for Filipinos, like Saturday, who came all the way from Grandberry mall outlet to purchase almost half price of some original brands that are dying for.

It is just solely convenient. There were convenience stores that are open 24 hours a day and you can simply find one just about anywhere. We found some food, basic toiletry items and magazines. Another thing that’s a go-to in Japan is the vending machines. Vending machines are even more common than convenience stores, and you can find one by just walking a block or two. Most of them just sell drinks like water, coffee, tea, juice and soda. They’re usually quite cheap (100 yen at the cheapest), and you can get them hot in the winter or cold in the summer.

I personally bought drinks from vending machines almost all the time and they were worth it. And the food, oh the food. Japanese don’t have the highest life expectancy in the world for no reason. Never in my life have I tasted the best apple pie in the world until Japan let me. From its first bite down to last, it was beyond my ultimatum. No words could express it.

Even so with Ramen after a whole exhausting day, the warm soup with its perfect texture of noodles satisfied us. I believe that every food regardless if it’s in the streets or in a luxurious restaurant was served with love. They would want to make you feel like you deserve to be well treated with a quality of food that they could offer you.

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language but in Japan, it has brought me to both --- tranquility and complexity. The demeanor of place demanded me to breathe. It gave me the power of wanting to be alone, looking back to nostalgic feelings that I felt and decisions I have made in my life.

Until another Utopian world took me to the fun and excitement part --- Tokyo’s Disneysea, the most brilliant story world’s ever created: a living ode to Walt Disney’s love for storytelling, world-building, and lovable characters. You see, Disney isn’t just made of Story Worlds – it’s also a story world in itself, and its star is Mickey remains the most iconic character ever drawn. Mickey belongs exclusively to the world of Disney; his presence invokes the idea that all of these smaller story worlds are part of something bigger, something uniquely magical. Mickey Mouse is the linchpin to the whole operation. He’s the reminder that Disneyland is more than the sum of its parts – it’s an experience unto itself.

Ultimately, the story of Disney sea is the story of my visit. My presence with my family defines the day; we get to pick rides and shows. Disney Park will always be an “open world,” where you explore, collect things, and meet characters in whatever sequence you choose.

Until sooner I realized we have one more day left to pack things and luggage. Items that were bought in Japan were already sort out, from gadgets to food, fridge magnets and even branded shoes. My mom had to buy another big trolley to maximize all the stuff so we could all bring home the goodies.

Just before the plane took off from Narita airport, I met an amazing couple from Japan. The lady’s Filipina, Marissa Suzuki, who’s married to a Japanese and been living in Japan for 30 years. The old man, Mr. Nori Suzuki, was 20 years older than her, had 2 children who were left at home. I was sitting from the window seat trying to calm myself from my episodic anxiety. The first thing she asked me was if there’s any book to read while waiting. I told her that there were just couple of magazines but probably wouldn’t satisfy her husband. It was a budget airline. She was hardly putting her bags on the bin until her husband helped her.  And then she sat beside me. They smiled at me like they wanted to know me.

The two hour conversation started.

I felt the joy from their eyes, especially from the Japanese old man as they kept asking my whereabouts. They insisted on buying coffee and oatmeal cookies for me. I wanted to be polite so I smirked. Of course I was very hungry and didn’t eat some breakfast. They even offered wasabi nuts and matcha flavored round shaped sticky bread. I had to appreciate it although I didn’t really like the taste too much.

For once in my life, I tried staring to someone while sharing personal stories. I felt bittersweet from her expressions, how she left our country when her older sister brought her to Japan. It was like she didn’t have choice. She was only 17 back then when she faced the reality. I know she wanted to make me feel what she has been through. I could see through her eyes how she learned to love her husband from the first few years of their relationship.  The difference of the culture and language didn’t really matter to her, instead, she was challenged by it. Mr. Suzuki was quite a storyteller, I was pretty convinced that he loves the Philippines with its warm people and weather. I love his words of wisdom; to treat people equally because we all deserve it; to value time because we all work for it; to give as much as you can because there’s no better feeling than to serve.

Funny how they wanted me to date a Japanese guy, or at least I should’ve met someone in a span of week. I could always go back, but will be definitely choosing a different weather. I admit I didn’t really have good sleep from the entire trip but maybe travels are for people who seek for adventure and stories.

From what I have learned in this trip, through its any lifestyle, people have survived. And we will always be. And those who survive have a duty. Our duty is to do our best to keep on living. Even if our lives are not perfect.

With all my sincerity and respect, in another life, will always go back to you, Japan.

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[mollyraesly]

Time with Wolves--Chapter 15

A/N: Sorry for the long wait!!

Once her midterms were finished, all Sansa wanted to do was leave campus as soon as she could. She boarded her train with such eagerness that the ticket collector seemed a bit concerned. “Are you alright, miss?” the old man had asked, not unkindly. “Yes,” she said with a polite smile. “Just eager to get home.”

“Where’s that?” “Winterfell,” she replied. “Ah, a Northern girl. What’s a lass like you doing so far South?” Sansa let out a sigh, but was saved from having to give an answer by a question from the next customer. She waved goodbye to the man and hurried to find a decent window seat. Throughout the train ride, she tried but failed to distract herself by answering neglected emails on her phone and flipping through the fashion magazines she’d bought; the latest couture couldn’t ease her antsy fidgeting and neither could boring administrative emails. So instead she turned to the window to watch the landscape pass by, her heart beating just a bit faster the further north the train went. When she finally stepped onto the station at Wintertown, the chill in the November air made her shiver. But she was grinning as she watched her breath form small clouds of white and gray wisps. The air felt crisp, like air ought to.  She rolled her suitcase through the crowd, searching for the exit. When she spotted her father waiting for her by one of the brick columns, tears welled in her eyes. Beaming, she hurried toward him. “Father!” Ned swooped Sansa into a strong hug, and in his arms she felt like a young girl again. “I’ve missed you,” Sansa told him, her voice cracking. “I’ve missed you too, little one. It’s not been the same without the whole pack together. But now you’re home, everything is just as it should be.” He kissed the top of her head and took her bags for her, and Sansa was reminded that the world still had true knights. She filled him in on how the travel had gone and on what she thought about her performance on her exams.

Ned did not seem overly concerned about Sansa’s academic performance, for no one put more pressure on her than Sansa did herself to do well in school. “You’ve always been so motivated, Sansa,” Ned said with pride. “I wish that would have passed on to Rickon.”

“Still having trouble?”

“Your mother and I are at Winterfell Middle School every other week,” Ned told her. “To be honest, I think they should give us a parking spot, considering how many kids we’ve sent through.”

By the time they got into his truck, the conversation had turned to the situation back at home. Sansa peppered him with questions so she’d be ready for what awaited her. Arya had already slept off her jet-lag, so she wouldn’t be a complete ghoul. Bran was still tinkering with his wheels to make them work better on snow—so she needed to watch out for puddles everywhere. Rickon was still grounded for setting Mr. Luwin’s pumpkins on fire on Halloween, and Robb had been dodging everyone’s questions phone calls of late so was expected to have some bad news he did not want to share. “And how’s Mom dealing with Thanksgiving prep so far?” Ned gave her a secretive smile. “That bad?” “You are as much needed as you are wanted, daughter mine.” When they arrived home, she heard her siblings before she saw them. The house smelled like dinner—beef stew with peas and onions—and the warmth of the heat engulfed her after the brisk walk from the driveway. “Look who’s here!” Ned called. “Sansa!” “Sansa!” “Sansa!” She was nearly tackled to the ground by Rickon. “You’re home!” Rickon screeched. “I’m home!” Sansa replied with equal enthusiasm. She planted kisses on his face, which made him scowl and her laugh. She then reached out to Bran and all but knocked his wheelchair over. “My genius brother!” she sang. “Oi! What does that make me?” Sansa turned around to find Robb. “My older brother!”  He, too, groaned as she kissed his cheek. “Where’s Arya?” But as she asked, her little sister appeared down the stairs, stomping in bulky combat boots. “Arya!” Sansa sang and threw her arms around her. “Look at you! You cut your hair!” Arya had cut her hair into a short choppy bob that fell just beneath her eyes. “Do you like it?” “I love it,” Sansa replied. She spotted some ink behind Arya’s ear. “Gods, did you get a new tattoo?” “Do you like it?” “I love it!” They all began to speak at once, until Cat called them into the kitchen. Sansa found her mother behind the counter with a somewhat frantic look.  “Sansa!” she exclaimed. “Thank the Gods you’re here.” She forced a meat thermometer into Sansa’s hand. “Here, I need you to check to the roast for me.”

A minute later, Sansa had washed her hands and was wearing one of the aprons she’d soon herself back in high school that had pumpkins and apples patterned all over it. As she was throwing a loaf of bread into the oven to get it nice and warm before serving, Cat scooped her into a hug.

“You grow more beautiful every day,” her mother said.

“You’re just saying that because I’m the only one who helps.” Most of her siblings subscribed to the philosophy of don’t be good at something you don’t want to do.

Cat sighed. “At least the only one who I can trust to help and do the job well. Do you remember when Bran volunteered to bake a cake two years ago?”

Remembering that catastrophe, and Bran’s disbelief that he could understand high-level physics but not how to crack an egg properly, they both broke into giggles that only faded when the fire alarm went off from all the rising steam coming off the oven. Dinner that night was loud and happy, as was Thanksgiving. Sansa peeled potatoes and diced onions till she thought her hands might go numb, but they managed to feed over 25 people—even more than usual, as Gendry and his mother had come, as well as Theon and his sister Yara. And Robb had unexpectedly brought his new and apparently serious girlfriend Jeyne Westerling, about whom none of them had heard anything. “Do you think she’s pregnant?” Arya had asked Sansa when they were sent into the linen closet to grab more napkins. “Arya!” “Her shirt looks a bit roomy. Did you see that puffy part at the belly?” “People dress casual for Thanksgiving,” said Sansa, trying to be nice and set a good example. “It is a holiday about eating.” She looked pointedly at Arya’s too-big leggings ensemble. “But c’mon, didn’t you see that bulge?” Arya goaded. “Old Nan saw that bulge, and she’s past her eighties!” Sansa hissed and then clasped her hand over her mouth in horror at what she’d just said. Arya cackled. “Why would Robb be so stupid to introduce her to everyone on Thanksgiving?” “Maybe he thought it’d be a good buffer? I mean, we can’t exactly ask him, in front of the turkey, can we?” “He’s a moron,” said Arya, looking very much like her birthday had come early. “This will be so fun.” “Oh, Arya, please don’t do anything to Jeyne.” “What about Robb?” “After Jeyne leaves, he’s fair game,” Sansa proclaimed. “But if that girl is knocked up with Robb’s baby, she’s suffered enough.” Arya feigned gagging. “What a Thanksgiving,” she observed with glee. “What a Thanksgiving,” Sansa agreed with a sigh. They didn’t tease Robb too much with Jeyne around, but the teasing was merciless as soon as she left—only stopping when Ned asked to have a private chat with his eldest. “Is Robb gonna get grounded?” Rickon asked. “Worse,” Bran said sagely. “I suspect he’s about to be forced to finally become an adult.” “That sucks,” Rickon observed. “Indeed.” Sansa did the dishes with her mother, who seemed to be taking out her frustrations on the good china. “Watch it, Mom. You’ll break the plate.” Catelyn turned to her oldest daughter. “Sansa, promise me you’ll be smarter than Robb.” Sansa grinned. “Aren’t I always?” She decided to let things cool down at the Stark household and went out the next morning for some Black Friday shopping. Retail therapy had always been Sansa’s preferred method of cheering herself up, pampering herself, or really just spending a Tuesday. She bought a pair of classy drop earrings, a beautiful suit and skirt combination at an upscale designer shop for a fraction of the cost, a gorgeous chess set for Bran, a new pair of mile-high combat boots for Arya that were electric blue and absolutely ridiculous, and some sweet infant onesies with ducks and baby elephants on them—just in case she’d be attending a baby shower in the near future.  Armed with lemonade and a cinnamon sugar pretzel, she left the mall and went to the wolf preservation. Combing her fingers through Ghost’s fur and feeling the warm heavy weight of him against her was exactly what she needed. “You are such a good boy,” she cooed while rubbing behind Ghost’s ears. “You’ll spoil him if you continue on like that,” Mr. Mormont warned. “He could use some spoiling. I don’t see him enough.” “You almost done with the South? When you coming home for good?” Sansa paused a moment before answering. “I’ve applied to law programs all around Westeros. I’m not sure where I’ll be next year.” “You know, Winterfell U has a good law program. No reason to travel the country when you can get a good education in your own backyard.” “Yeah,” she replied, thinking it over. She smiled at Mr. Mormont. “But just think how spoiled Ghost would be then.”

Mr. Mormont rolled his eyes. “You’d think he was a dog they way you treat that beast.” Her time with Ghost lasted for another hour before she needed to head home to help with dinner. She kissed his face, and Ghost silently purred.  “I hate leaving you,” she told him. “You think after a few years I’d be better at it. But no. I still cry every time.” Ghost gave her such a sympathetic look that Sansa felt like he’d really understood her. “Winterfell U does have a good law program,” she murmured under her breath. After dinner, Sansa was losing spectacularly to Rickon and Bran in a game of Mario Party — she always played Princess Peach, Rickon Wario, Bran Yoshi— when Arya barged in. “Wow, Sansa, you still massively suck at this game.” “Oh, quiet!” she hissed. “I’m doing my best.” “And your best is losing to the computer Waluigi.” Sansa pressed pause. “What is it?” “Do you want to go to The Bear and the Maiden Fair with me and Gendry in a bit?” Sansa sighed.  “What?” “Well, I just woke up so early today—“ “Your choice.” “And I’m still tired from last night.” “Your fault for being so helpful.” “And I don’t know if I can stay up that late.” “We’ll get you some caffeine.” “But—“ “Oh, c’mon, Sans. You’re leaving soon, and I won’t see you for months. Come out with us. Just a few drinks.” Sansa bit her lip. “Don’t they card at The Bear and the Maiden Fair?” “Yeah, so?” “Well, last I checked, you were still only 19.” Arya rolled her eyes. “Gendry knows a guy. C’mon, it’ll be fun. There’s going to be dancing.” “I do like dancing,” Sansa mused.

“And you can have an excuse to get dressed up.”

“I do like doing that.”

“And wear your new earrings,” Arya pressed.

“Oh, those are so cute,” Sansa sighed. “And I already told Gendry to pick us up in twenty.” “Minutes?” “No, decades.” Sansa gave her younger sister a frosty look she’d learned from her mother. “Gods, yes, minutes.” Sansa inspected her ensemble of warm gray sweatpants and Robb’s old sweater from high school. “I need to change.” Arya grinned impishly and gestured her head toward the paused screen. “I’ll fill in for you. Maybe you’ll finally win a mini game.” Sansa hurled her controller at Arya, who had the audacity to catch it easily.  As she made her way to the stairs, she heard her sister muttering complaints about her character choice. “Princess Peach is a feminist icon, and I will not hear any differently!” Sansa called as she climbed the stairs. “You can still wear dresses and be powerful!” “I know! I know!” Arya shouted back.  “This is the hill I’m prepared to die on!” Sansa sang. She put on a pair of navy tights, a green plaid skirt, and a matching sweater. The light makeup she’d put on earlier had held up, but Sansa swiped on just a bit more mascara and coated her lips with just a hint of lip stain. Old habits died hard, and she snuck into her parents’ room to spritz on her mother’s perfume. She found her father on the stairs. “Going out?” he asked. She nodded. “Arya wants to go to The Bear and the Maiden Fair.” “Don’t they—“ Ned began, but then he sighed. “I’m sure your sister has a way in all worked out.” He kissed Sansa on the top of her head. “Call if you need a ride home.” “We might be our late. I don’t want to drag you out of bed.” “It won’t be me.” Ned’s eyes glimmered. “Robb will be more than happy to come pick up his sisters and learn the importance of staying sober and being a responsible parent.” She and her father shared a look that was interrupted by Arya hollering her name. “Gendry’s here!” she screeched. “Let’s go!” “I’m being summoned.” Ned smiled. “Have fun, Sansa.” “Thanks, I’ll try.” Sansa should not have been surprised that Arya, who looked even younger than she was, was nevertheless right that she’d have no trouble getting into the bar, but she was still impressed when Arya handed her a lemon drop and a ginger ale. “How?” “I told you. Gendry knows a guy.” “But it’s illegal.” Arya shrugged. “Lommy doesn’t care.” “What’s a Lommy?” Arya motioned for Sansa to grab her drink. “Cheers!” She downed nearly half her beer while Sansa sipped daintily from her drink. “Oh, you can do better than that.” Arya observed. Sansa took a larger sip. “There. Happy?” “Not nearly.” Arya looked to the bar. “Lommy! We are going to need some shots.” “How many?” “Eight.” An hour later, Sansa had very much forgotten how tired she was as she, Arya, and Gendry danced to loud pop music. She couldn’t quite remember how many drinks she’d had, but she knew that Arya and Gendry had had more. Gendry was actually a good dancer, which she had not expected, as he was normally a bit stiff and tough. Maybe it was the fact that Arya was so much shorter than him, and so they had to find inventive ways to dance together.

Sansa was quite happy to stand beside them and dance along. She had gotten quite hoarse from shouting along to the lyrics, but she was grinning like a loon anyway. To her welcome surprise, she’d run into Loras, Margaery’s brother, and his new boyfriend Renly. After another round of shots, they’d all gone back to dancing, and Sansa laughed as the couple cooed over how attractive Gendry was. “He’s called the Bull!” Arya informed them. “For a reason!” “You did good, little Stark,” Loras said. “Very good!” “He did better!” Sansa shouted. “Look how beautiful my sister is! And so talented! And just the best. I’m so proud. Arya, you know I love you, right?” “I love you too!” “Let’s move back to Winterfell,” Sansa said. “I’m so tired of being so far away. Let’s come back—and—and we can be roommates!” “YES!” exclaimed Arya, punching the air.  But no further discussion was had, as a new song started playing—“The Dornishman’s Wife (Remix Version)”— and they all started screeching and stamping to the beat. An hour later, the effects of the alcohol, despite its copious amount, had begun to wear off, and Sansa was starting to feel tired. Loras and Renly had gone to the bathroom over twenty minutes ago and had never returned. Sansa, knowing Margaery, suspected they would not come back. “My feet hurt,” she whined to Arya. “Mine too.” Gendry leaned over to let Arya climb into his back. Sansa frowned. “We shouldn’t have drinked—drank—drunk—hah! grammar! Suck it, English! I know my past participles. I’m a fucking Queen!” “Sansa!” “We should get water.” Gendry nodded and started toward the bar. “We should call Robb,” Sansa announced suddenly. “Robb?” Arya asked. “To take us home. Gendry is too drunk to drive.” “S’ too loud. Won’t hear anything.” Sansa tried to respond, but her brain couldn’t think of any response. “I’ll text him,” Arya said as Gendry returned with water and struggled to make his way onto a barstool. She pulled out her phone, and her whole face scrunched in concentration as she typed. “He’s coming!” She declared after a minute. Sansa cheered.  They sipped their water and discussed the food they wanted to eat to sober up. “Pancakes,” Arya said. “Mmm,” Sansa agreed. “And bacon.” “Yes! And eggs.” “Fries,” Gendry volunteered. “And a cheeseburger.”

“Oh my god, yes, but with bacon.”

“Yes, and pancakes too. On the side.” Both Stark girls agreed that was the best option. “We should go to the Ice Shack,” Arya said. “Rob will take us.” “They have the best milkshakes,” Sansa sighed dreamily. “I’ve never been there,” Gendry said. The next ten minutes were spent by the two sisters trying to remember and describe everything on the menu to him. At last, Arya’s phone vibrated on the bar counter. “He’s here!” “Fries!” Gendry cheered. Sansa pulled on her coat and did her best to walk evenly out of the bar, Gendry and Arya ambling slowly and laughing behind her. They opened the back seat of Robb’s red Mustang and collapsed inside. Sansa fumbled with the handle, and with some muttering was able to fall with some grace into the front passenger seat. The dazed grin on her lips died when she turned to her left and saw that it was not Robb sitting behind the wheel. “Jon?”

#jonsa #jonsa fan fic #jonsa fanfiction #jonsa fan fiction #jon snow #sansa stark #time with wolves #mollyraesly

[beardyallen]

Well, that went quickly...

What day is it? I’m starting to lose track of how long I’ve been here...

Well, it’s been a week since my last post, and it seems that a lot must have happened, but honestly I feel like I’ve just been cranking through a bunch of comic books.

But I do know that Friday and Saturday involved a good deal excitement, so I guess we had might as well pick up pretty much where we left off!

Last Friday was Orientation for ICB, which meant getting all of the 35-40 instructors, 10 staff members, and the 6-8 people in charge of this program together in a room to introduce us to...basically what we’d been doing all that week. Also, aside from a couple study-abroad-undergrads and my officemate and me, everyone there had probably already heard the spiel.

It was scheduled from 5p-6p with a buffett afterwards, but a bunch of the Communications people from my floor were going out to eat (again?) afterwards, so I made plans with NR. She wanted to try this Mexican restaurant in what I’ll describe as the “international district” of Beijing. Most everything around us when we got there looked like it belonged in literally every metropolitan area in the world. Every major brand you can imagine had a store. Multiple. Too many...

But the Mexican restaurant we visited is owned and managed by a Mexican expat, apparently. He even stopped by our table to ask how the food was, and let me tell you: that quesadilla was the BOMB!!! And the margarita was pretty good (not as good as MHO’C’s, though!). By the time we finished up dinner, it was kind of late, so we wondered around the shopping center, found a bookstore. You know: the usual.

Fun fact: when a store or restaurant wants to indicate to their patrons that they are getting ready to close, they play smooth jazz and turn the lights down. Like for real. Had their not been windows open to the pavilion outside with it’s hundreds of light displays, I would have been seriously concerned when the lights in the place just went out and Kenny G popped up on the speakers.

We entertained the idea of finding the cinema nearby to see Alita Battle Angel, but during the 15 minutes that we spent wondering around in search of the complex, it seemed to elude us. Plus it was getting close to that time when the subway shuts down, and I wasn’t exactly hankering for a taxi ride this early in my stay....if at all.

The next morning, I got up early to meet back up with NR at the National Museum near the Forbidden City. Now, for the most part, the stairs I get don’t bother me. But I will say, if you’re going to stair at the pasty white guy with a hard-to-describe-its-color-accurately-beard, maybe don’t do it when you’re going 15 mph on a bike, facing in the wrong direction! *sigh.....Some people’s kids...

But what really bothered me, especially at the time, was the father-of-three who straight-up filmed me on his phone from 5 feet away for a solid 6 minutes, three hallways, and two escalators! I get it, I’m funny looking. But I really think I a picture would have done just fine...

One of the things that bothered me the most about that experience was that (a) he had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, (b) his daughters seemed rather embarrassed, (c) he filmed me with the screen aimed at me so I could watch myself on his phone, (d) there was text on the screen, and (e) it went on for a solid 6 minutes.

In hindsight, I was wearing sunglasses and a hat, in a subway system, in the morning, heading to the center of Beijing. Maybe he thought I was a celebrity? I had spoken to a Communications graduate student the other day who happens to be black, and he told me the story of how a citizen here pull out their phone with a picture of Samuel L. Jackson on it, and gestured to him as it to ask if it were him...even though SLJ is for sure at 70 years old and this kid is no more than 35. And he looks 25. #smh

Anyway, after dealing with whatever the hell that was, I got to visit the museum! They, for whatever reason, were not allowing people to bring their charging blocks into the museum (external battery that you can use to charge your cell phone and other devices on-the-go), but more surprising to me was just how many people carried one with them! At least, it was surprising until I took a moment to think about it. As I’ve mentioned before, basically every payment made in Beijing is through WeChat, which needs internet access, so I guess it shouldn’t be too surprising. You also really can’t navigate through the city with some sort of Maps app; there are just too many bus routes, train routes, terminals and stops to keep logged in your head.

As far as the museum itself goes, the gifts to China from foreign governments exhibit and the Ancient China exhibit themselves took most of the day. Also, no surprise: the gift that took up the most floor space was given by a U.S. President. I also got a refresher in 8th Grade Social Studies. Too many small countries to remember all of them, and that space made me feel somewhat moronic.

The Ancient China exhibit was exceptional, though. They broke up the last, oh...750,000 years of human-ish life in China into 8-10 separate eras, the first few cataloguing the life and evolution of Homo erectus pekinensis into Homo sapien, while the latter eras were segregated dynastically. I’ve never seen the progression of human evolution laid out in such detail! The rock tools became better rock tools, then pottery and paper, stamps, buildings and so much more! There were even ceremonial helmets that would put the Juggernaut to shame!

It was strange, though, to have all of this knowledge just beyond my fingertips both literally and figuratively. The literal sense isn’t too shocking, as I’ve been to a museum before and know not to touch the pieces, but to have placards written in a language that would take years to learn was frustrating. Fortunately, NR has a never-ending supply of patience, and she translated much of the text. She even quizzed me on several of the characters. I’ve worked out how to write “rock” for sure.

After the museum, we wondered over to a nearby mall that, honestly, puts the Mall of America to shame. No joke. This place was huge! It just kept going and going and going! There was a particular alley that has all of the “exotic foods” that you might see on The Amazing Race, which I haven’t tried yet but intend to, but the rest is mostly-outdoor shopping center. Our reason for being there was to find food (we had been in the museum for a bit over 7 hours), and then sit our fine asses down in a movie theater to watch Alita.

We found a restaurant that served food traditionally found where NR grew up. It was exceptional. And the beer just made it better. :P

The movie experience was something else entirely. I’ve gotten used to watching television and movies with subtitles so that, when people decide to talk to me, I can follow along with both bits. Or if people are just talking near me while I’m watching television, I don’t have to rewind the show. That helped a lot; the movie was still spoken in English, but there were Chinese subtitles. I recognized the Chinese character for “1″ frequently enough, but that was about it.

The movie itself was way more than I expected. I shouldn’t be surprised, given that one of the primary characters is played by Christoph Waltz. If you haven’t seen it yet, you should definitely consider it.

Also, additional fun fact: I’m thinking that most (if not all) showings of major motion pictures here are in 3D. *shrug* Side note: we’re going to see Captain Marvel tomorrow and I’M SO FREAKIN’ EXCITED!!!!

After the movie, we wandered back to the subway station and parted ways mid-subway-ride to head home. The next day I spent playing Kingdom Hearts 3 and sipping some beer in the 3rd Floor Lounge. All day. It was blissful.

This workweek has consisted of four main things: teaching responsibilities, a bit of dissertation work, trying out another one of the cafeterias on campus, and reading comic books. Oh, and beer. But that kind of goes without saying, doesn’t it? There’s a convenience store on the other side of the building in front of the Guest House that has cans of beer. You can buy them individual for 3 yuan, or roughly 45 cents. I won’t lie to you: I bought 12 of them and it didn’t cost me more than 6 bucks. And it’s really not bad, and even more convenient than the liquor store I lived by in Denver.

Anyway, as I said, I’m going to see Captain Marvel tomorrow, then to “W-Town” (originally Watertown...so glad they shortened it...) in northern Beijing, which sits at the base of part of the Great Wall. More than 20 people from ICB will be heading up to their on Saturday, so I imagine one of them will take pictures. Probably ML or S. So you’ll have those to look forward to since you know I won’t be taking any!

Oh!!! I almost forgot the biggest thing that happened this week! Actually, it might be the biggest news of my entire stay!!!

I did laundry.

And I washed my slippers. I’m not convinced that they’ve stopped smelling, but I’m holding out hope that I’ve finally figured out how to resolve an issue that I know humanity has been seriously struggling with for decades. I’m on the verge of a breakthrough, people, I swear!

Anyway, time to finish this beer, read a bit more of Scott Lynch’s Republic of Thieves (WE FINALLY FIND OUT ABOUT SABETHA!!!!), and head to bed. Big couple of days ahead...

Sláinte,

BeardyAllen

P.S. I bet you thought I was gonna forget! After class on Wednesday, I worked out how to make a phone call from here to the States to wish my Mom a Happy BIrthday. Caught her at work, and we got to chat for a good long while. It really put a nice cap on my evening, and it seemed it gave her a good start to her day. Anyway, I hope you had a great evening, found something nice at C&B and enjoyed that glass of wine you mentioned! Love you!!

[my-emotional-self]

Crowded (Chris Evans x Reader)

Request: Idk if you’re taking any requests or not but can I request a one-shot where reader is shopping at a crowded street and she slightly gets anxious at how crowded and unsafe the streets are at night then she bumps into her crush Chris Evans and he offers to be her chaperon for the night and she feels safer? Thank you

Requested By: @dramaqueenlito

Word Count: 2,342

A/N: Ok, I got a bit carried away with this, sorry it’s so long! I hope you like it.  This is my first request ever.  I wasn’t even planning on doing requests, but I got one, and I thought it was a nice little break from the series I’m working on.  Enjoy!

 Thanksgiving was always a stressful time for you as it always seemed so hectic.  You were born and raised in Boston, but moved a few years ago to Newport, Rhode Island.  Being a freelance photographer was a dream job for you.  You were able to take the jobs you wanted, dictate your own schedule, and most importantly, less people to deal with.  You were always anxious around big crowds of people, which is one of the reasons you decided to move out of Boston.  Sure, you could have stayed in Massachusetts at least, but you wanted something different.  That was how you found Newport in Rhode Island.  A population of 25,000 people was much more appreciated in your eyes compared to Boston’s 673,000; and it was only an hour and 45 minute drive away.  

That’s where you found yourself for Thanksgiving, at your parents’ house, along with all your siblings. You made the drive two days ago, trying to beat that last minute rush of people; you did not want to deal with that kind of traffic.  

You were all sitting around the dining room table, eating the delicious meal you helped prepare with your mother and sister.  While Thanksgiving was stressful, you were thankful for your family and how they always supported you in what you did.  Your sister started talking about Black Friday shopping and you cringed. You didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.  Was it worth waiting in line for hours to get the cheapest brand TV, which you know would break within a year or two?  

Your sister noticed your reaction and just had to pipe in her remarks.  “Oooh, is Y/N going to be a wet blanket again and not come shopping with us?”

“Wet blanket?  Really Y/S/N?  Is that the best you could come up with?” you glared back at her.  You loved your sister of course.  You and your siblings always had that annoying “no matter how old we are we will always pick on each other” thing going on.  It was all fun and games, until someone made a bet.  You couldn’t back down from a bet.  No one in your family could; that’s just how competitive you were.

Your sister gave you a villainous grin, and you knew what was to come.  “Damnit” you scolded internally.  She was going to make a bet about going Black Friday shopping.

“I bet you couldn’t last the entire night Black Friday, without mom or me!” your sister said, loud and proud.

“And what do I get if I win?” you asked, trying not to sound too nervous.  Black Friday shopping was something you had nightmares about.  The crowds of people; congestion of bodies everywhere.  Hell, people have been trampled to death before!!  

“I will pay for anything photography related, as long as it stays below the $250 limit” your sister stated, pretty sure of herself that she would win.

You probably would have just thrown in the towel when she first announced it.  Your anxiety of crowds and crowded places at night not worth anything, until she said what your winnings would be.  Photography was not only your life, but your job, and you could always use a few upgrades to go with your camera, seeing as some of it was expensive.  You just couldn’t pass up this bet; it was too good.

“You got yourself a deal dear sister!”

“YES!  Ok, we will all ride to the mall together, but then you will split up from us.  I will be texting you ever hour for a reminder, and at that time, you have to snap a picture of yourself in front of a store.  AND it has to be a different store each time.  You can stay in the mall, or go outside to the boutiques.  I really don’t care, as long as I get a picture every hour.  Deal?”

“Deal” you say as you extend your hand across the table to shake your sisters.  A deal was never cemented until you shook on it.  

A few hours later, you were waiting in line to the mall.  Standing in a long ass line full of people, bundled up in a jacket and scarf, shivering.  The streets were littered with people.  Everywhere you looked there were people standing and walking.  It reminded you of Times Square in NYC.  Your anxiety started creeping up and you felt yourself getting restless.  The stores and malls that aligned downtown Boston would all be opening at the same time in a matter of seconds.  You felt your heart rate increase a bit as you anxiously waited, hoping the night would go by fast.  

Up ahead you heard people start to cheer and you knew the mall doors were opening.  People started pushing forwards and your breath hitched. You clung to your sisters’ hands until you made it inside the mall, and she let go.  

“It’s 11pm now Y/N, so I expect a picture the first picture of you at midnight.  Go buy some stuff while you’re out tonight” your sister says to you as she starts to speed walk deeper into the mall.

People were rushing all around you to get to their designated stores; for their damn deals. You were getting pushed around in all different directions.  You felt your breathing becoming really shallow, thoughts of impending death from being trampled running through your mind.  You needed air; you needed to get outside to get some fresh air before you collapsed.

You started jogging towards the front door but nothing was working.  People came stampeding towards you to get into the mall, while you were struggling to get outside.  You felt the sweat start to bead on your forehead, your jacket making your body feel like you were wearing a sweater and ugg boots on a July day in Arizona.  

After pushing past people for what felt like hours, you finally broke free and stumbled towards a lamp post.  You hung onto it for dear life; you were trembling and started to hyperventilate. Nobody was paying attention to you, or trying to help you.  Until he showed up.

“Hey, hey are you okay miss?” you heard a man’s voice ask you.

You could barely breathe, let alone talk, so you just shook your head violently back and forth.

“You need to sit down. Can I help you to a bench?” he asked.

“Pl-please” you choked out.

He gently put his hand on your back and pried your hand off the lamp post.  You kept your head down, watching where you were walking so you wouldn’t fall down; the man had your arm gripped tightly, yet affectionately, so he could guide you to sit down.

Once you reached the bench, you plopped down, trying to take deep breaths.

“Lean your head down a little” you did as he said, “there you go, now concentrate on deep breaths.”

As your mind started to clear up and you could concentrate a little more, you listened to his voice. It sounded oddly familiar to you. He kept talking to your throughout your attack, telling you encouraging words.  

It took a few more minutes, but you were able to regain your breathing and your shaking subsided.  You perch your head up and turn to the left, looking into the eyes of the man who saved you, and realized who it was. Chris Evans just saved you.  You couldn’t believe your eyes; maybe it was your brain being foggy from everything that happened.  You’ve had a massive crush on him for years!

“Thank you” you say to him, a thankful smile appearing on your face.

“It’s really no problem, I’m Chris” he says extending his hand to you.

You take his hand in yours, and you can’t quite explain it, but you felt safe there with him.  

“Y/N” you respond, “and I’m actually a big fan of yours”, blush immediately creeping onto your face.

You didn’t lie there. You loved his movies, and not just Avengers and Captain America.  

“Thank you” he says with a chuckle.  “I always love to meet my fans.  So, you doing some Black Friday shopping?”

“Uhh, well, not exactly” you express, “I’m actually out here because of a bet with my sister.  She didn’t think I’d be able to last Black Friday shopping because of my anxiety towards crowds.”

“Wow, you braved these crowds for a bet?  I hope there is something worth it in the end” he barked out a laugh.

You gave him a huge grin “oh there is, otherwise I wouldn’t be out here.  I’m a photographer and she said she would buy me accessories.  I couldn’t back down from that!”

“Do you want company tonight?”

You completely taken aback. Why would he offer such a thing? Surely he had plans, and you didn’t want to bother him.

“Oh, no you don’t have to do that.  I don’t want to keep you from your plans.  Thank you though.”

He gave you that boy next store smile that you always loved when you saw him in pictures.  “I actually don’t have any plans.  I actually don’t really know why I came out tonight.  I’d just rather you not be alone if you had an anxiety attack.  At least I could help you if you had another one.”

You had to admit, just sitting here next to him and talking to him made you feel safe.  You didn’t even notice the crowds of people walking all around you; if was as if everything disappeared.  

“Umm, well, I guess if you have nothing better to do” you replied bashfully.

“Alright then, let’s get to it!”

The two of you walked around the rest of the night, his hand tightly in yours to keep you grounded. You didn’t mind one bit, this was Chris Evans you were talking to!  He wanted to hear all about your job and you happily did so.  You described to him the few cameras you owned, and also told him about the camera you had wanted to get.  It was the best camera out there, but it was just too expensive.  The two of you even walked by a camera store and you pointed out that you were planning on coming back here tomorrow afternoon so your sister could pay off her debt.  He seemed to really enjoy hearing about your work, and it made you smile.

The two of you talked about growing up in Massachusetts and where your favorite places were.  Chris pointed out his favorite pub that he always comes to when he is in town visiting his family.  You mentioned to him that you now lived in Newport and you boasted about the beautiful waterfront views.  “I just might have to visit there” he stated after, which made you blush profusely.

You also told him about having to take pictures every hour, and Chris certainly helped you out with that. He would recommend stores to take pictures in front of, along with telling you to make goofy faces.  The night was coming to an end and you were kind of bummed.

He wrapped you in his arms, giving you a bear hug and you didn’t want to let go.  

“Thank you Chris, for keeping me company tonight.  I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“It was my pleasure Y/N. Thank you for letting me into your life for the night.  Maybe I’ll see you again sometime, wondering around Boston” he said giving you a big smile.

You two parted ways as you walked to your sisters’ car.  You waited there another ten minutes before your sister and mom showed up, bags in hands.

“I win” you gloat to your sister as she glares at you.

The next afternoon, you and your sister were on your way to the little camera store you pointed out to Chris.  You knew the exact accessories you were looking for and couldn’t wait for your sister to pay off her debt to you.  You didn’t win the bets very often, so you were in a pretty good mood today.  Your mind drifting to Chris, wishing there was another way to say thank you for keeping you company and keeping you safe.

You walked into the camera shop and immediately went to the glass case, looking for the dream camera you wanted, but didn’t see it there.  

“Excuse me, but are you Y/N?” the salesperson asks.  

“Yes” you state confused.

“You have a gift here for you” the clerk said as they went in back to grab the gift.  They placed it on the counter and walked away to greet another customer.  You looked around and noticed your sister was standing along the wall, phone in her hand, oblivious as to what was going around.  

You grabbed the letter on top of the box and opened it.

Y/N,

Thank you for last night.  I really didn’t know what made me want to go to downtown Boston during Black Friday, but I’m glad I did.  I got to meet you.  I want you to know that I had a great time simply wandering around and talking.  I could see it in your eyes the love you have for your job, so I wanted to give you something.  Think of it as a Thank You gift, and an early Christmas gift.  I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.  XOXO Chris

Your arms were trembling slightly while you opened the box.  You let out a gasp at what you saw; the dream camera that you’ve always wanted, but was too expensive to buy.  Chris must have really paid attention to everything you said last night, because this was the exact camera you wanted; every detail you explained.  

You felt a tear of happiness slide down your cheek as you examined your new camera.  You couldn’t wait to try it out.  You could only hope that you were lucky enough to run into Chris again in the future to say thank you for such a generous gift.  

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[hey-llison]

Let’s go! Move it!

50 more yards!

All right, let’s go! Pick it up!

- Let’s go! - Yes, sir!

You’re running out of time, Bryant!

Make it all the way around the track! Come on!

You want to be troopers? You better move it!

All right, next, get up here!

Let’s hit it now.

Dean, come on!

All right. You’ve all completed the written exam.

However, you must now pass the obstacle course

to be admitted into the training program.

And remember, survive this,

and you’re on the front lines of keeping New Jersey safe.

Yeah.

Sorry about the test, Dad.

We all have our crosses to bear, sweetheart.

Mine is named hypoglycemia.

Well, that’s why you always have to have sugar nearby.

Are you gonna have pie?

Not tonight, Ma.

I’m just kidding. Yeah, I’m gonna want some pie.

You…

No, I meant now, Ma. Get the pie now.

- Okay. - You said it,

and I just kind of got that stuck in my head now,

and can’t really get it out. Pie. Here we go.

It really helps heal.

And, you know, not always, but sometimes,

you gotta do like the kids say, and just say, “Whatever.”

Kids don’t talk like that.

Some do, sweetheart. The older ones, okay?

I hear them in the mall. You know?

Peanut butter.

It just fills the cracks of the heart.

Go away, pain.

- What? - Paulie.

Oh, no. Come on, Ma.

I’m not ready for this right now.

- Dad. - Please.

We just don’t want to see you go through another holiday alone.

But I’m not alone.

I’ve got you two. You know?

And besides, Black Friday’s coming,

so my dance card’s gonna be pretty full.

What? It’s the busiest shopping day of the year.

Yeah, I should have known better than to try to explain it to civilians.

I wish I had a coworker here, like, “Tyler, hey. You know, Black Friday’s coming.”

“Gee, Paul, you don’t have to tell me Black Friday’s coming.

"Why do you think I’ve been walking around here

"with the eyes of an eagle?”

- We prepare. - Dad, what does all that have to do

with being happy for the rest of your life?

You said, and I quote, “If I don’t have a girlfriend by November,

"I’ll let you sign me up for perfectmatch.com.”

That was last year.

Okay.

- Here we are. - Okay.

“What are you looking for in a woman?”

Well, your mother certainly had something special.

Yeah, illegal immigrant status.

She married you, got citizenship, and then she left us.

That’s not entirely true.

We did have some good times back when she was still trying to trick me.

- Well, I hate her. - Well, you shouldn’t.

She gave me you.

- I am pretty great. - You are. You are.

Okay, next question. “Tell us about yourself.”

Let’s see.

I know a lot about sharks.

Let me stop you right there.

Well-built and a great hugger.

Awesome, Grandma.

Not as awesome as this.

What are you doing?

Beefing up your profile with that nifty video that you made a few years back.

Ma, no.

I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s a little too, “Hey, look at me”?

Well, that is exactly what we want.

Eyes on the prize.

And don’t worry, I will edit out the sweaty parts.

Dear God!

Hey! Back away from the vehicle.

Oh, dear God. Please.

Chompers, get down!

Hey, you know where a men’s room is?

I do. You’re gonna want to go to Lord and Taylor.

They got 12 stalls and heated seats.

Okay, keep the balls in the pit, kids. Kids!

Okay, my lip is numb.

All righty.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Hey.

Yeah, I know.

That’s not supposed to be here. It’s a minivan.

… he can’t handle it. The puck travels to the far board…

He keeps the play alive.

- Paul! - Hey.

What is this?

That’s my report on how to ease traffic flow from Macy’s

down through the specialty shops.

- How’s that working out for you? - Actually, it’s for all of us.

You see, if we could reroute the customers away from the food court,

it’s gonna help the kiosks and cut down on shopper frustration.

It’s your classic two-bird, one-stone scenario.

- Can I ask you something? - Anything.

Why can’t you just punch in, shut up and punch out like the rest of us?

Safety never takes a holiday.

Did your mom crochet that on a pillow?

Blart.

This is Sims. He’s a new trainee. Let him trail you today.

Hey. Paul Blart. Ten-year veteran.

Wow. Veck Sims.

Well, Veck Sims, welcome to the show. Let’s mount up.

Oh, yeah. That’s the good stuff.

That’s it. Treat her gentle, son.

Slap it, honor it.

So what made you want to pursue security?

I never finished high school. This is all I could get.

Yeah, I’m currently working on becoming a state trooper, myself.

Right now, I’m goose egg for eight. Hypoglycemia.

Confusing, right? Cut yourself some slack.

My first week riding on the job, I got lost behind the Sears.

They found me later in the fetal position, sporting a full beard.

I’m kidding. I can’t grow a beard.

My uncle can. Stay snug.

Now, in the event that you approach an assailant,

here’s what I want you to do. You’re gonna pull up,

left hip forward, placing your right hand on your away hip thusly,

giving the illusion that you have a gun. Which, of course, we both know

you don’t.

Okay? But you know what we do have?

Our voices! We have our voices.

If you remember one thing from today, it’s this.

The mind is the only weapon that doesn’t need a holster.

Right. Awesome. How long do we get for lunch?

Half hour. But I eat in 20, which leaves me five minutes for social time,

five minutes to get refocused.

We got a high roller.

Sir, I’m gonna need you to pull to the right.

Please pull to the side, sir. Out of traffic.

Tan jacket, red scooter, please pull to the right, out of traffic.

Sir.

Thank you.

Driving kind of recklessly back there, sir.

You’re kidding.

I don’t joke about shopper safety.

I’m afraid I’m gonna have to issue you a citation.

Gonna need your first and last. Last first.

Sir. Sir. Sir, sir, sir.

Please don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be, okay?

Are you able to… Sir. Sir! Sir. I am warning you, sir.

You’re pushing it.

Sir. Sir. I am warning… Sir.

Sir. Sir. Sir.

Okay.

This is adding up, sir. He’ll be back. He’ll be back. He’ll be back.

- Hey. - Hi. Do you need something?

Yes. I’d like to welcome you to our mall.

Well, thank you.

Is there something else?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Just looking for some hair extensions.

Need a little more volume up top. Do you do men?

Do you do men hair? Do you do men hair? On the men?

Are you the guy that crashed into the minivan?

I don’t think so. Which one?

Well, that one. That one right there.

Yeah. That one, yes. That… You know, that one was me.

- Oh, wow. Are you okay? - Oh, yeah. Never better.

Although they’re docking the paycheck pretty good.

Yeah.

You know what you should do? You should get the security tape,

and then, like, sell it to one of those shows, you know, where people crash into stuff.

- Hello, early retirement. - Yeah, right?

Volume. Right, let me just see what I’ve got.

Yeah, this is Blart. If you need me, I’m over by the kiosks.

Who is this?

It’s Officer Blart, reporting from Sector 5.

What the hell are you bothering me for?

- Just a Code B check. - What a moron.

You know, I’ll check in with them later. It’s pretty intense.

Oh, right, yeah. Life of a security guard.

- What, what? - No, it’s just that you said security guard,

and it’s perfectly acceptable…

I’m so sorry if I called you the wrong thing.

No, no, no, no. You did fine, you know?

It’s just that there’s a huge, huge controversy

brewing in the industry right now,

whether the title should be Security Guard or Officer.

I’m sure you heard about it.

- I didn’t. - You will. You’re gonna.

- But I’m sure I will. - It’s out there.

So, you all set for the busiest shopping day of the year?

Yeah, right. And the worst day for a birthday.

This year, it falls on a Black Friday, which means I probably won’t even get a card.

Everyone’s too busy shopping.

You know what? Yeah. Autumn Ash.

- Yeah. - I think that’s your color.

- I think this’ll work. - It’s a winner.

- So that’s $9.95. - $9.95?

- Yeah. - Wow.

At those prices, now you got me thinking ponytail.

All right. Thank you.

Thank you.

- Right. So there you go. - Okay.

And, there you go.

Thank you, Amy.

Thank you, Officer Blart.

Hey, Blart. Wow, nice shirt.

You went with a medium?

It’s a bit formfitting,

but that’s ‘cause we’re required to wear protective vests under our…

No. Not buying it. No.

'Cause I don’t see any vest underneath here, so…

No, but it’s a thick T-shirt. Basically like a thermal they have you wear.

Nope. Nope. No.

I don’t understand why you’re laughing. I just called you fat.

I’m not laughing.

Yeah, whatever. Amy.

Hey, everyone’s going to American Joe’s tonight, and I want to see you there.

Okay? We’re gonna split some onion strings.

Wow. Wow.

Good.

Good hang.

Wow, yeah. That’s great.

Hey, Blart, they need you at Victoria’s Secret.

Okay, roger that.

Okay, I gotta go.

Okay. Bye.

- I found it first. - No, you didn’t.

Ladies. Problem.

What’s the genesis?

She’s trying to take the last push-up bra in this size.

There’s gonna be a new shipment tomorrow. They’ll be here by noon.

Well, I need this one now. I have a date tonight.

Really? Is he blind?

Whoa! Waterproof shoes and Baggies on the socks.

Not my first rodeo.

Okay, ladies, need to see some ID.

No, you don’t.

Ma'am, I should warn you, I do have the authority to make a citizen’s arrest.

So does anyone. I could arrest you right now.

- That’s true. She could. - Hey, not talking to you. Okay?

Can I see you for a second, please, ma'am?

Look, I understand your sensitivity.

I’ve had some issues with weight myself.

- Are you calling me fat? - No. No, no, no, no.

I’m just saying I’ve been down that road.

I mean… I mean, I’m still on it. We both are, you know? Stranded.

Let’s face it, we eat to fill a void, right?

But as soon as I started eating healthier,

I noticed I wasn’t so moody.

And PS, your skin’s gonna clear up.

- Can you hold onto these? - Sure.

Ma'am.

You…

She’s got tremendous upper body strength.

Backup! Backup!

She’s biting my neck. She’s biting my neck.

Backup!

Backup! Backup!

Look, I know you’re new here and all,

but “backup” seems like a pretty universal term.

Hey. Can I give you a lift?

What, on that?

With an inexperienced driver I would recommend no,

but with me, you’ll be as safe as the President.

I don’t know. Couldn’t that get you fired?

Yes, it could.

Okay.

- Is this all right? - Absolutely.

And here you go. Safe and sound.

- '65 Mustang. - Yeah.

Fun fact for you, a lot of people think the Mustang was named after the horse.

It was actually named after the P-51 Mustang.

- That’s a plane. - I didn’t know that.

Well, thank you for the ride, Paul. That was so much fun.

No problem.

Listen,

if you ever, you know, need rides anywhere,

Dispatch, they can get me. You know.

- Or we could just text each other. - Yeah.

- Yeah, give me your cell phone. - My cell?

Yeah, and I’ll punch my number in.

Left it in the casuals. You know what?

Just give me your number and I’ll remember it.

- Okay. Ready? - Yep.

- All right. 555… - Not yet. Just…

Now I’m ready.

- 555… - 555…

…01… …01…

…78. - Eight. Got it.

That’s it. It’s locked.

Great, so I’ll see you tonight at American Joe’s, right?

Yeah, I mean, everybody’s going, so…

- Yeah. …why not me, too? I’ll be…

Yeah, I’m there.

- Great. Bye. - Okay. Bye.

- Hey. - Hey! Hey. Glad you made it, Paul.

Good to be here.

- Fun fact for you… - This place sucks.

- You want to get out of here? - No.

I’m sorry, what were you saying?

No, I was just saying that

the first American Joe’s actually opened its doors in 1972.

And most people, because of its service and theme,

think that it’s derivative of Abe and Louie’s, but it’s not.

It’s its own thing.

You really know a lot of facts, Paul.

Hey, Blart, I heard you got your ass handed to you by a fat chick at Victoria’s Secret.

Well, I don’t hit women,

- so I don’t even know what… - Yeah. Just minivans, right?

Hey, why don’t you go over to the bar and grab yourself one of those girly drinks?

- I’ll meet you over there. - Okay. Does anybody else want a drink?

- 'Cause Stuart’s buying. - No, no, no. They’re good. They’re good.

- So… They’re good. - Okay.

Hey, listen, I… We’re basically already together, so…

I wasn’t… I didn’t even realize that.

- And I was… I wouldn’t… Doing anything. - Yeah.

I just want you to grab a hold of it, tight.

- Okay? - I got it.

I mean, it’s not like you really had a chance, okay?

Security guard? Really.

But you’re a pen salesman, dude.

Yeah, and I just bought a Camry, so you can eat me.

All right, bro. Back off. You know, we’re all just here having fun.

Okay, bro.

What?

Hey, thanks for getting my back there, brother.

Security blood runs deep between… Yeah, let’s just go.

- Round six. - Let’s do this thing.

- Gentlemen ready? - No.

Not yet. Now I’m ready. Okay.

And, go!

Leon, I can’t give you the Heimlich, so you better chew.

I know.

Told you, boy. You better hurry up.

There you go. Nachos in my face.

Oh, my God. These peppers. The peppers are hot.

Oh, my God. Oh, that’s a hot pepper.

Nachos are good, man.

Better inform all your friends, boy. Nachos about to be gone.

You’re lagging behind.

Come on, Paul. Playing games.

I love these nachos, I’ll tell you that much.

- That lemonade is insane. - Yeah, Paul.

- That’s because it’s a margarita. - No. I don’t drink.

Twist it.

Feel the nub.

- Hey, you want some? Here. - Yeah.

You want fruit?

Bye! You blinked! You blinked.

Time to pluck the grape from the vine.

Still got the Baggies! Hot jiggity.

Coming on the left.

False alarm.

Told my mom everything about us.

What are you talking about?

You’re acting coy. Come on. It’s natural.

You know. You so know.

No, I’m sorry, Paul. I don’t know.

Snap. Pop goes the weasel.

So happy!

Yeah!

Yeah!

I believe in magic!

No way!

I’m sorry it didn’t work out, dear.

It’s fine, Ma.

- Hey, Dad, why don’t we check for matches? - Yes.

Yeah, I don’t think so, sweetheart. I think I’m just gonna turn in.

Well, how about something special for lunch tomorrow to cheer you up?

I don’t think so, Ma. It’s fine.

If something’s gonna work, it would be the sloppy joe.

But that would probably… You know.

You know, if you’re doing the sloppy joe, do the sweet potato fries.

But it… Whatever, you know. Well done. Yeah.

Maya. Hey.

Dad. I’m so sorry.

It’s okay.

There are other fish in the sea.

You just gotta keep looking.

And it doesn’t matter what you do.

Because once someone takes the time to get to know the real you,

all bets are off.

If it doesn’t work out, you’ll always have us.

I’m sorry, sweetie, I popped my ears. I didn’t hear a word you were saying.

You just have to…

Is that a tattoo?

I… Yeah, yeah, it is.

When did you get it?

- I got it last night. - What is it?

It’s the Loch Ness monster.

I don’t drink.

- Hey. - Hi.

That was

a little weird the other night, huh?

Yeah, you know, it had its moments. Yeah.

Was one of them when I tried to make out with your purse?

You see, alcohol instantly turns to sugar in the blood.

And what happens is the capillaries…

Yeah, look. A lot of people…

Pretty much everybody, you know, tends to write me off.

And if you did, too, believe me, I get it.

I just… I guess what I’m asking is that you don’t.

Okay. You know, I’m sorry, I’ve just…

I’ve gotta cash my paycheck before the bank closes. I’m…

No problem. Maybe we could talk later or something?

- Yeah, sure. You could just text me, or… - Okay.

- Yeah. - I can do that. I can do that.

You know, Paul, everybody texts these days.

I can’t believe you don’t have a cell phone.

I’m not about all this technology, Vijay.

I prefer face-to-face interaction or a nice handwritten sentiment.

300 bucks?

I dug myself into a really deep hole with this girl, you gotta help me. Please.

Paul, you’ve always been a straight shooter, so I’ll tell you what.

Why don’t you take my daughter Parisa’s phone?

- No, I can’t do that. - No, no, no, no, no, no.

I’m punishing her.

No. What with all the parties and that ex-boyfriend Pahud,

she went over her minutes.

When and if she decides to turn her life around, I’ll simply take it back.

Until then, you use it.

- Thanks. - Sure.

- Stay within the minutes. - Of course.

Hey. It’s too late to go in that way, guys. It’s closed.

- No one’s going in there. - Yeah. I think we are.

Hey, yo, Paul. Come here, man.

Look, I know you been feeling down, so I got this for you.

“The Devil’s Crotch.”

Feel the burn, baby.

- Thanks, Leon. - Get back at me, man.

- Loading dock’s ready. - Got it.

Yeah.

You need a pen, don’t you?

You know what? No, I’m good.

- I’ll just use one of their pens. - Yeah, you do.

Yes. The Summit 5280 fountain.

- That’s stunning. - Yeah, I know.

How would you like to sign your name with this panther?

You know what? More than anything.

- Yeah, that’d be great. - Here. Yeah.

It’s yours. I insist.

Oh, hey, guys.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hey. - Don’t you just love Fridays?

- Yeah. - Best night of the week.

Yeah.

- Excuse me. Sorry. - Hey.

Paul. Paul, can you help me out?

I need to shoot over to the bank for a minute.

There’s a few kids inside, just finishing up their games.

Could you close up the arcade for me?

- Yeah, sure. No problem, Mr. Ferguson. - Okay.

- You okay? You seem a little down. - Yeah, I’m fine.

You know, video game might cheer you right up.

Nah, I’m on duty.

Welcome to the games!

Get set.

Go.

Foul. Foul.

Foul. Foul.

Foul. Foul.

Foul. Foul. Foul. Foul.

Game over.

We are ready.

Let’s do this.

Attention shoppers.

Please make your way to the nearest exits.

Unfortunately, the mall will be closing early.

- Everybody out! - Everybody out!

Everybody out, now!

You, too!

Hi. Hey! Hey! You got me…

I’m at the West Orange Pavilion Mall.

Hey, yo. Hey, there’s some crazy-ass people trying to take over the mall.

- I’m out of here. - Everybody on the floor!

Tell them to bring SWAT. There may be hostages.

What are you doing? Get down.

Oh, my God.

Surprised? I know.

But here’s the craziest part.

I’m the leader.

Reports are, they’re inside the bank and they got hostages.

This is Sergeant Howard. I need four units around the back to secure the perimeter.

See if we can establish visual. Report back to me immediately.

Let’s get all these civilians out of here.

See if we can gain access into the loading dock.

- Go. - I’m on it. 94, move 'em out.

Hello?

Feeling alive?

I’m sorry?

Parisa.

She makes you feel alive, doesn’t she?

This must be Pahud. Pahud, no, I’m not with Parisa.

My name’s Paul Blart.

Parisa’s dad took her cell phone away, and he lent it to me.

Do not lie to me, Paul Blart. Do not lie to me.

You are probably sweating over her right now.

I’m not lying.

I mean, I am sweaty, but I’m not sweating over anyone.

That woman is like an angelic goddess who only brings goodness to this world.

Plus, she has some crazy sexy feet.

Paul, the pain of this breakup is far too much for me to bear, man.

Pahud, no one can blame you for being upset.

I mean, the holidays are tough enough without adding heartbreak to the mix.

Wow. Them’s some heavy words, Paul Blart.

Hey, life is heavy.

Indeed. Now, you are at the mall, huh?

So why do you not head over to Orange Julius,

call up my friend Sameer Oh?

Tell him you are now my homeboy. He will hook you up.

Wait a second. How’d you know I was at the mall?

I track Parisa’s phone with GPS. Don’t you judge me.

Closing time already.

Okay, there are 223 stores in this mall.

Here is a list of the 15 that I need you to hit.

And 15 for you.

Okay.

Now this is the key to retrieve the codes from each store’s credit-card machine.

They change every day, so make sure

that you bring me back the codes for today, Friday.

Veck, six guys in standard formation, just like you said.

Perfect.

Bomb! Bomb! Bomb! Bomb!

And these little piggies went all the way home.

Do it.

Gary usually delivers the leftovers to the Mission.

Hey, everyone. A couple requests.

Kindly tie up the person beside you, keep your mouths shut,

give up your cell phones, and as a general rule, do as I say.

You do all these things… Well, you’ll be back at home in no time.

Back to your mediocre lives.

- I don’t have one. - Amy.

I was hoping that you and I could have a whole Bonnie-and-Clyde thing going on.

You know, minus dying in a hail of gunfire, of course.

What do you say?

Go to hell.

Ouch.

Hey, Stewie, you don’t mind that I’m hitting on your girlfriend, do you?

What? No. She’s not my girlfriend.

But I specifically heard you say that you two were “basically together.”

No. I didn’t say that we were together. I said that she’s into leather.

Have at it. If you…

God, you’re an idiot.

Hello?

This is Sergeant Howard of the West Orange Police Department.

- Who am I speaking with? - Hi.

Yeah, well, so here’s the deal.

As you learned the hard way, I have motion sensors by all the doors,

so if you wanna enter my mall,

you might as well bring at least six body bags.

He’s drilling the safe, and they have eyes on us.

See if we can tap into the security cameras.

Now look, no one’s gonna try and enter the mall.

Is there anything you need? Do you need any food? Do you need any water?

Oh, man. This dude doesn’t deviate from the book at all.

You know, since you’re asking, I would love a Happy Meal,

you know, but… Make sure the toy is the sea monster,

'cause I already have the dragon.

Okay, okay, now what is it you really want?

Silence.

Hey, I’m sorry, mall’s closed,

but I can help you find the nearest exit if you just tell me where you parked.

Sweet mercy.

This is not happening, this is not happening, this is…

Oh, God. All right, think, Paul, think.

Now what are you trained to do?

Nothing.

Detect, deter, observe, report. I gotta report it. Reporting it.

Yo, we got a straggler.

- It’s a security guard. - What should we do?

I don’t know. Give up, I guess.

Guys, what is wrong with you? We stick to the plan.

We got a 911 operator connecting us with some guy named Paul Barth.

He says he’s a security officer in the mall.

Hey. Blart? He’s one of my guys.

Paul, this is Sergeant Howard of West Orange Police Department.

The mall has been taken over, and they have hostages.

I need you to exit the building immediately.

We don’t need any wild cards in this situation.

Copy that. Never been a wild card.

Unless you consider the game of Uno wild.

- Blart! Can we focus here, please? - Yes. Yes, sir. On my way out.

Okay, okay. Come on, don’t die. Don’t die.

Blart.

Don’t pee. Don’t pee.

Guys, motion detector just went off at Door 26. Everybody on it.

Amy.

What the hell is he doing? Come on!

- Paul, come on! - Paulie, come on!

- What’s he doing? - Come on, Blart!

Blart, come on!

- Let’s go! Move it! - Come on! Come on!

- Get out of there! - Come on!

Is he crying?

- I can’t leave her. - Where’s he going?

- Blart! - Where’s he going?

Blart, get back! Will you talk to him, please?

Blart, this is Brooks. What’s going on?

Sir, I took a sworn oath to protect this mall and all inside it.

What oath? We don’t have an oath.

I sort of made up my own. It’s on a plaque in my room.

Listen, I think you’re making a big mistake.

SWAT’s on the way.

And I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, you’re untrained, you’re unarmed,

and let’s face it, son, you present a huge target.

With all due respect, sir, I can’t observe and report from the outside.

Over.

Well, Sergeant, looks like you got your eyes on the inside.

Amy, Paul Blart here. Are you still in the mall?

Send.

Got him.

Oh, my God. Oh, God.

Think. Think. Think, think, think, think, think, think, think! Think!

Hold it together.

Heart of a warrior.

I missed lunch.

Thank you.

This isn’t happening, this is not happening.

Hey! Don’t make this hard.

You like that?

Brooks, I took out a girl, but the guy, he ran away.

- Wow, Paul, you got one. - Yes.

But let the record show, I did not hit a woman. I just…

I put all my weight on her.

Oh, Paul.

No, no, no. She’s fine, she’s fine.

Well, good, let’s get you out of there.

No can do, sir. I am gonna finish what I started.

What the heck is this?

Give me that.

Paul, this is Sergeant Howard again.

Since you refuse to come out, I’m gonna need you to go into the bank

and find out where they’re holding the hostages.

With honor, sir.

Good to know.

Hey, I haven’t heard back from Donner or Vixen.

Okay. I’m calling an audible here, everyone.

And I need to get this mall locked down from the inside immediately.

Why don’t we just start wasting hostages? That’ll stop them.

Well, that’s one way to go, but our hostages are the only thing keeping the cops outside.

I’m Commander Kent. My team is deploying. I need this location secured.

- We got a three-block perimeter… - Establish a perimeter

and get all these people out of here.

Whoa, whoa, this is all done already.

My men are gonna do it again, the right way.

Have your guys fall back, now. Have there been any demands?

- A Happy Meal and absolute silence. - Well, let’s make some noise.

I got snipers at the ready, communications in check.

Let’s tap into security now, and let’s get some visuals.

You can’t. They knocked out the video cameras.

I’ll be ready to take on-scene command in three, two, one. I’m in charge.

Brooks, I’m observing the bank now.

They got one assailant guarding the hostages.

There she is.

My, God. You are my angel pie.

Here come the love sweats.

Paul, your radio’s still on.

Roger that.

- What’s going on? Who is that? - We got a guy on the inside.

Don’t tell me one of your beat cops is trying to be a hero.

No, he’s neither. His name is Blart. He’s one of my security guards.

- Wait a minute. Blart? - Yeah.

- Paul Blart? - Yeah.

Are you kidding me? We used to abuse that loser in high school. Give me that.

Blart.

This is Commander James Kent. New Jersey SWAT.

We went to high school together. Remember?

I set you on fire at the pancake festival?

Oh, yeah. Hey, Jimmy.

Go Green Hawks.

Yeah, listen. I’ve got 50 highly trained, armed professionals out here.

At my command, we are retaking this location,

and there’s no way I’m compromising this mission so that some mall monitor

who used to eat lunch with his imaginary friend can screw it up.

Sorry, Jimmy, I had the button pressed. All I heard was “lunch” and “friend.”

Could you do me a favor and put Chief Brooks back on?

Listen to me, Blart,

you are no longer communicating with Chief Brooks. Is that clear?

Hello?

Hello?

Yeah? Oh, hey, Paul, how you doing?

Well, it looks like they moved the hostages into the teller area.

I’m gonna get a closer look.

Veck.

There he is!

- Everyone in the back room, now! - Come on, move, move!

Let’s get in the back, huh?

Brooks. I lost visual on the hostages. I couldn’t get them out.

But I know who the leader is. It’s Veck.

Veck? The trainee?

- No. The brainee. - I don’t believe this.

I’ll pass it on to Howard.

Oh, God.

Trapped is fine by me.

Commence tanning. Three, two, one.

Yeah!

Yes!

Time for some big-game hunting.

Open, open, open! Thank God.

Oh, no.

Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! We get it!

Get him! Get him! Get him!

You better run.

- Rudolph, where are you? - I’m about to end this.

Amy, huh? What a coincidence.

We got a cute little redhead down at the bank named Amy.

- Strawberry blonde, actually. - Yeah?

Well, I guess I know who I’m killing first.

- Catch you later! - Yeah?

Well, it looks like you just ran out of mall.

It’ll be over quick. She won’t feel a thing.

You aren’t gonna touch her, but you are gonna feel this.

Nobody wins with a head butt.

- Give me your cell phone. - I don’t have one.

What are you talking about? Every kid has a cell phone.

I prefer handwritten sentiments.

Who are these sloppy joes for? And who gave you this?

They’re mine. I’m late for my shift at Foot Locker.

We’re getting the leader on the horn. He wants to talk to you.

Silence, my ass.

What’s the matter? Throw a few jabs your way,

you curl up in a corner, suck your thumb?

If you don’t go toe-to-toe with that scumbag,

he’s gonna roll over on you all night long.

It’s all right. That’s not my style.

Well, just in case, I wrote down a couple of clever comebacks, like…

Here.

This is what you been doing?

“Yeah, you and what army?”

- What’s wrong with that? - He has an army.

Everyone deserves a card on their birthday.

So when you and Rudolph were laughing it up back at the crib

about how easy all this was gonna be, were you guys like,

“Man, any brain-dead mall cop that gets in the way is gonna get smoked”?

And then… And then what? You guys all high-fived?

- Veck, this guard is… - Winning! I know this, because I am all set!

But sadly, no codes!

And I’d say, considering all the luxury items that I have stacked up

in my Amazon shopping cart, situation unacceptable!

No, no, no, no, no, no. He looking.

Give me a gun.

Put it down. Put it down.

What are you nodding about?

I was just wondering, were you serious about that Happy Meal?

It isn’t coming, is it?

What?

This is Commander James Kent, New Jersey SWAT.

You wanted to speak to me?

I just wanna make sure that no one does anything stupid.

You should know my men are deployed and ready to bring this thing to a resolution.

The easy way or the hard way.

That is such a tough call, but…

Yeah, I’m gonna go ahead and go with C, none of the above!

I’m Amy, by the way.

- Amy? From unbeWEAVEable? - Yeah.

I’m Maya. My father talked forever about you.

And I gotta say, he really does like you.

I’m gonna throw up.

Oh, that’s not so bad.

Oh, my God.

They’ve got his daughter.

- Dad? - Maya.

- Everything’s gonna be okay. - How’s your blood sugar?

Don’t worry about me, okay? I’m worried about you.

I love you. All right, now, I’m gonna get you all out.

You just hang in there, okay, sweetie?

I will. I’m a Blart, remember?

Yeah. I’ll see you soon.

I’m supposed to be on my way to the Cayman Islands with the hostages.

And where the hell is Rudolph? He should be back by now.

“If Veck gets the codes, he’s taking us to Cayman Islands”?

Well, Veck Sims, welcome to the show.

Come and get me, Veck.

I got your codes for the credit-card machines.

- Yo, you hear that? That’s Paul, baby! - Blart?

That’s who’s been screwing all this up? You have got to be kidding me.

Give me a radio.

Let me tell you something.

You take hostages in my mall, you are making a big mistake.

You seriously undermissed…

And you seriously…

Oh, no!

Blart?

Sugar. Sugar.

Blart? You there, Blart?

Hello, Blart. You there?

Hey, Blart!

I was hoping we could get an ETA of when you’re gonna give up.

How about now?

I’ll meet you on the corner of Ne and Ver.

Yeah, you heard me. Never!

All right, Dad.

Hey, fellas! You looking for me?

Come on. Come on, come on. Come on.

Follow me.

There he is.

We got him trapped in Rainforest Cafe.

Great. Wait for me. You know, my mom always said,

“If you want something done right, waste the guy yourself.”

I’m paraphrasing, of course. You stay here.

Prancer, take the back.

Hey, you. Scuba Dooby-Doo.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Can I have my codes now, please?

Why? No codes, no Cayman Islands?

Looks like Paul Blart turned into quite the badass.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax.

No.

One thing I know is Paul Blart is not a badass.

Comet! Don’t come back till he’s dead!

Brooks. Only one more left. Then it’s just me and Veck.

Okay, who’s talking to Blart?

Was it you, sugar mouth?

All right. Let’s try this again.

Wait! No, no, no! No, no, no, no, no!

It’s her phone, it’s hers. She’s talking to him.

She’s talking to him, and I told her not to. And it’s under her leg.

The phone. Her right leg. Right there. That’s good.

Okay.

That was close.

He is a pro.

Listen, Blart, time’s up. We’re busting in.

Wait! Look, Veck’s after the credit-card codes, and I got them.

Just give me a few minutes.

No problem.

Isn’t that cute?

- Hey, Amy. I’m on my way. - Oh, hey, Blart.

Wow. Our boy Stuart just turned me on to your profile

on lonelyloser.com.

“Likes morning rain, walks on the beach.”

Who are you, Olivia Newton-John?

I was just speaking from the heart.

Yeah, well, I didn’t have to go online, Paul, to know that you love peanut brittle.

You’re so pathetic.

Trippy.

This I can use.

What do you want, Veck?

I just want the $30 million that I came here for.

But, you know, I would settle offing your dream girl, or maybe your daughter.

You touch them, I swear I’ll end you.

What’re you gonna do, Paul?

You gonna pull up with your left hip forward giving the illusion that you have a gun,

which you and I both know you don’t?

- I could. - You’re not gonna do squat.

The next time I see you, Paul, I’m gonna put a bullet in your head.

I don’t think so. I’m taking you down.

Blart!

Oh, Blart.

Sweet mercy.

I wish I had a bat. I would bust you open, see how much candy fell out.

- Too tight! - This is not happening.

- It’s not happening. - Come on.

Bravo. That was awesome.

And you were just so close to making it, too, Paul. Just so close.

- It’s not over yet. - Yeah, I think it is.

Now the only thing I need are my codes, which, judging from your text messages,

you have been so sweet as to enter them into your phone just for me.

You think I’m gonna carry the phone with me that actually contains the…

- Yello? - Peanut Blart and Jelly.

What’s up, man? So good to hear your voice.

Yeah, it’s good to hear your voice, too, Pahud.

Listen, I’m gonna have to call you back.

- What? When? - I don’t know when. I’ll talk to you later.

Okay, Paul, call me back! Call me back, Paul!

I mean, this just keeps getting better and better.

I mean, you are impossible to underestimate.

I mean, you can’t pass the trooper exam,

you black out if you don’t have a Snickers bar like every 20 minutes,

you had the chance to be the MVP, and you blew it.

Again, like you always do. Ain’t that right, Maya?

What do you want me to say, Veck? You’re smarter than me.

You’re good on computers, you kept your weight under control.

I mean, people, they look at me and you, and…

Yeah, it’s a landslide.

It’s no contest.

Sorry.

Right now, you’re the man with the gun.

So here you go.

Come on!

Go get him!

Go, Dad.

What…

Probably should have capitalized on that.

Dad!

Lock and load, boys. We’re going in.

Hey, we’re on the move.

Let’s go.

Come on, come on, come on.

Paul. Think, Paul. Think!

Let’s go, men. Take it down. Secure the suspects.

Get down!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Down. The other one. That’s the back one.

No, no. That’s the same one. No! The other one!

Veck got away with my daughter and Amy.

Entry team, clear the mall. We’ll pursue.

Light.

Open the door.

Let’s do this.

Jimmy, give me your cell phone.

Gotta hand it to you, Blart. You’re really taking care of business.

What up?

Pahud, do you still have GPS on Parisa’s cell phone?

You know I do, Paul. You know I do. What can I do for you?

I need to know where it’s headed.

Paul, it looks like they’re on their way to McGuire Airfield.

I know where that is. Thanks.

Hang on.

My God. There they are. Jimmy, take the wheel.

What?

Here we go! Here we go!

That was me. I can’t…

Here I go! No!

Blart!

Don’t do it! Blart!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Maya! Maya, get inside.

- Oh, God! - Dad!

Paul?

I really don’t drink.

Come on. Oh, yeah?

- Dad! - Come on.

Dad!

Man, that hypoglycemia is a killer.

I told you I’d take you down.

Blart!

Very impressive, taking down an assailant without a gun.

I hope you don’t mind if I use one.

What?

- Oh, no. - Oh, yeah.

I guess it’s off to the Cayman Islands then, huh?

Soon as I get my money.

Yeah, well, you’ll be needing this.

Just give it to him, Dad.

Oh, I will. Suck on that!

Okay. Situation update?

We have seven assailants in custody, sir.

- Great. Nobody talks to them but me. - Yes, sir.

You see, jackass? I don’t need the phone.

'Cause I got all the access codes written on their arm.

Now, I kill you three, there’ll be no witnesses.

And since everybody thinks this was a bank…

I got a newsflash for you. Your flight’s been canceled.

That’s better than anything I got.

You did good, Dad.

Yeah, I am pretty great.

You know, she doesn’t need a green card.

I don’t know what to say.

I have something I want to say to you.

Happy birthday, Amy.

I heard you applied to be a state trooper.

You say the word, my department would be proud to have you.

Thank you, sir. But I think I’m gonna stick with what I do best.

It’s protecting the people of the West Orange Pavilion Mall.

Special thanks

Submitted by : @ask-rubeus-hagrid

Al: i”M CRYING YES DANNY YES

#submission #ask-rubeus-hagrid #memes #paul blart #paul blart mall cop #yESSSS

[retro-pure-jdonica]

Chapter 1

‘Shopping’ with the Heathers ended up mainly consisting of them hurling various skirts, sweaters, and petticoats at me and then shuffling me into a dressing room to try them on for the Heathers’, but mainly Heather Chandler’s, approval. We narrowed the clothing down to just a couple skirts, sweaters, blouses, and a pearl necklace, a single petticoat, and a pair of saddle shoes.

“Here, this will be my present to you. Think of it as a welcoming gift.” Heather McNamara said, taking the various garments from my hands.

“Woah this is all in total like $18, there’s no way I’m letting you pay that much on me.” I protest, reaching my hands out to take the clothes back.

“Come on Veronica, do you even have that much?” Heather Duke asked me in a slightly condescending way.

“Yeah, when I called my mom and she told me to come home first I grabbed thirty bucks before we left.” I reply, not feeling too bad about discussing my parents wealth with Heather Duke after her rude comment. I heard McNamara and Duke both mutter soft ‘damn’s under their breath.

“God Heather don’t be stupid. You saw her room.” Heather Chandler said, clearly directed at Heather Duke.

Once we left the mall Heather McNamara dropped me back off at my place before riding off with the others.

***

‘September 2nd, 1959. Dear Diary, I’ve noticed in almost every class of mine so far people looking at me, pointing at me, or whispering about me. Ever since I stepped out of Heather McNamara’s car this morning, I’ve been getting an alarmingly high level of attention. It’s not the fact that I’m dressing a certain way, I could dress like this whenever I like, it’s that I’m walking around and talking with the-’ my writing was cut off by Heather McNamara tapping her knee on my back.

“Veronica, Heather wants to see you in the cafeteria. I’d hurry if I were you.” Heather McNamara informs me as I stand up from the stairs where I had been writing. Heather Duke stood on the other side of me.

“Do you know what about?” I ask openly to either one who knows the answer as we walk to the cafeteria.

“She needs a forgery, don’t know about what or in who’s handwriting.” Heather Duke sighs as we walk through the cafeteria doors. The large room smelled deeply of cigarette smoke, no doubt to Ms. Fleming’s dismay.

“Veronica, finally. I need a forgery in Kurt Kelly’s handwriting. Since I’m the best, I went ahead and got an assignment of his for you to copy the handwriting from.” Heather Chandler smiled as she handed me a pencil, a black sheet of paper, and some essay Kurt had written. She looked very pleased with herself.

“What’s this for, anyway?” I ask, taking the papers and pencil. I glance over at Kurt Kelly who is, obviously, with his other half Ram Sweeney. Although they look quite different, their outfits are practically copies of each other’s- dark pants, a white button up with their letterman sweaters over the skirts, occasionally a tie tucked between the two layers.

“You know that lard-o, Martha Dunstock?” Heather Chandler asks me.

“More like Martha Dump Truck.” Heather Duke laughs.

“Be quiet Heather, bend over so Veronica can write.” Heather Chandler barks at her.

Heather Duke tilts her torso downwards so I place the papers on her back and get ready to write. “Yes, but what does she have to do with this?” I ask.

“Just write what I tell you in Kurt’s handwriting. 'Dear Martha, I’ve been thinking about you recently. I would be delighted if you would come to my homecoming party this weekend. Sincerely, Kurt Kelly.’” Heather Chandler instructed me. I wrote as she said, but slightly reluctantly.

“Does Kurt even know what 'delighted’ means?” Heather McNamara laughed. Instead of telling her to hush like she did Heather Duke, Heather Chandler chuckled a little bit.

“Heather please don’t give this to Martha, she’s never done anything to you.” I attempt to reason with Heather Chandler.

“I know she hasn’t but it will be funny. You’re always welcome to go back to being a nerd if you’d like.” Heather Chandler smiled in a viciously sarcastic way as she snatched the note from Heather Duke’s back.

“Mac, go slip this onto Martha’s lunch tray.” Heather Chandler said, holding the note between two fingers in front of Heather McNamara’s face. Heather Chandler sat down, a sign for me and Heather Duke to sit down, as Heather McNamara followed behind Martha before slipping her arm under Martha’s and dropping the note on her tray without her seeing.

“So, Sawyer, can you guess what today is?” Heather Chandler asked me.

“Isn’t this the day you guys do that lunch time poll?” I ask her. I’ve never done one of these, I only became a part of the group yesterday.

“Good job Veronica, every Friday.” Heather Chandler responds.

“So, what’s today’s question?” I ask.

“Yeah so what’s the question, Heather?” Heather Duke asks.

“God Heather you were with me in study hall when I thought of it.” Heather Chandler responds, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry, I forgot.” Heather Duke mumbles back. I’m not quite sure why Heather Chandler is so rude to Heather Duke, Heather Duke does try really hard, maybe a little bit too hard, but her rudeness is a little bit much.

“Come on Veronica, let’s go ask.” Heather Chandler asks as she stands up from the table. She didn’t invite the other two Heathers so they stayed seated while I stood and began to walk with Heather Chandler. “I told Dennis that if he gives me another political topic, or one about the Communists, I’d quit asking them.”

I try to tune out Heather as I look around the cafeteria. In a corner near the back I spot a boy who definitely wasn’t here last year and who’s name I don’t know. He wore grease in his hair and a heavy black leather jacket and the sat with his chair tilted back onto just two legs. We made eye contact and I gave him a smile but simply the way he looked at me made me blush.

“Veronica, Veronica!” Heather Chandler snapped, forcing me to tune her back in. “Why don’t you ask Courtney and Keith here our lunch time poll question.”

I turned to look at Courtney and Keith, along with their little group of friends. The group of them were clearly all from wealthy families and had no problem with showing it off. “Alright, you win $600,000 in the Publishers Sweepstakes the same day aliens land on Earth and say they’re going to take over the world in two days. What do you do?” I ask openly to the whole group. Keith was quick to answer first.

“I’d slide that wad over to my father, because he is like on if the top brokers in the state.” Keith fake smiles at me and Heather. The size of his ego was vomit inducing. I rolled my eyes and waited for someone else to answer but nobody did.

“Thanks Keith, I’ll be sure to write that down.” Heather Chandler smiled as she walked away, a sign for me to follow her, and she made sure it was very obvious that she wasn’t writing anything down. “Let’s ask them.” Heather Chandler said as she began walking to a table that seated my best childhood friend, Betty Finn.

“Betty, hi, I haven’t seen you in forever.” I greet her in a warm voice, making her turn around to meet my eyes.

“Veronica! You look do different.” Betty smiles. This fancy sweater, pearl necklace, and petticoat isn’t what she’s used to seeing me in.

“Alright so this is the first lunch time poll this year. The scenario is that you won-” I begin to say but apparently Heather McNamara had walked up to me and Heather Chandler while me and Betty were chatting and she began taking.

“Hurry up, it’s happening.”

——————

So sorry that I took out a lot of quotes that cussed or were “unladylike”, very much so including “fuck me gently with a chainsaw”, but I’m trying to make this decently accurate to the time period or at least as accurate as it can get. Speaking of accuracy, the money definitely sounds a little off so here are some money then vs money now comparisons.

$18 in 1959 ~ $150 in 2017 $30 in 1959~ $250 in 2017 $600,000 in 1959 ~ $5,000,000 in 2017

#heathers #heathers au #heather duke #heather chandler #heather mcnamara #veronica sawyer #jason dean #JD #retro heathers #pure jdonica #heathers the musical #retro jdronica #pure jdronica

[lerums]

Steve, Tony and their heir

Part 1: We’ll do our very best

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17685419/chapters/41715638

It’s been about a year since I started writing this series and almost six months since I last posted, but I’m getting back into it and realized I never published them on tumblr! So I’ll be reposting these 12 pieces starting today, while I work on part 13. Enjoy :)

Not sick. Peter was pouting. There was no way around it at this point, but he had no regrets. This was horrible and unfair, and pout-worthy. He was being dragged around the mall by has dad, who was desperately trying to find the perfect christmas present for his husband. Peter didn’t understand why he had to join in on this, he’d wrapped his papa’s present a week earlier. It was lying in the back of his closet together with presents for the rest of his friends and family. 

”Do you think Steve will want a nice coctail making set, Peter? Yeah, he doesn’t have that. We could get that for him. That’s good, right?” Tony said, wawing a box too close to his face to even see what it was. ”Dad. Get your shit together. First of all, there’s a shaker set in the bar cabinet in the dining room. Second, neither of you guys drink alcohol, like, ever. He doesn’t want orneed that.” Ugh, All Peter wanted to do was go to the car and take a nap, and what he should do was go out ane meet up with some friends.

He hadn’t been out of the penthouse in a week, and it was all his fathers fault. Peter had gotten five school days of detention last friday, and he’d been looking forward to this afternoon for a week straight. Because, apparently, detention wasn’t enough for being a bitlate a fewdays the past month. The two devils he had for fathers had taken his freedom away again for the entire time he still had detention. It wasn’t his fault anyways, it just turned out that way. He bumped into people on his way though the tower to happy’s car, he got pushed around in the hallways in school, there were always so much to look at and listen to that just captured his attention like that lady who-

”What about this, Squirt? Think he’ll like a new running outfit?” his father interrupted his grudgeful thoughts. ”I don’t know and I don’t care, dad. Can I pleeeease go home now? I’ve finished up all my presents, I should be socialising with people my own age, not helping you with problems that you’ve caused to yourself!” Peter practically whined, resting his head against the back of  his dads shoulder. Detention was exhausting, and Peter hadn’t gotten the best week of sleep. He thought he was coming down with a cold, but didn’t want to say anything before he had to. His fathers always made such a fuss of him when sick, and it wasn’t like he disliked being babied for a few days once in a while, no he loved that. But he wouldn’t get to go to the movies if they knew about his slight headache and tingly throat, so he kept that on the down low. 

His father turned around and held Peters shoulders an arms length away. ”Listen up kid, I was supposed to go out christmas shopping last friday when that limited edition iron man waffle iron came out. Never mind production couldn’t even spare us one, but right as I was on my way out, the school called and we had to go to a meeting just to hear all about you acting super irresponsible lately. And now I don’t have a christmas gift and christmas is five days away. This is partly on you, and you’re gonna practice being responsible and righting your wrongs. So. Help me buy papa a present and we can go home,” His speeches were always so boring, but Peter found it most effective to shup ut and pretend to listen at these times. Tony loved giving speeches and when he got to complain about his problems, there was nothing stopping him. Peter was surprised it was that short, actually.

He rolles his eyes and turned around. The pouty face returned, but his dad was so terrible at this. They would be there all night if Peter didn’t take action. ”Dad, what does pops like to do? He likes his non-fiction books, right? And he’s artistic. When working, he’s in some type of gear but he always brings his wallet, mainly because of the family pictures he has there. And when he doesn’t work, he literally has three outfits that he switches between, always. So I propose you get some of those family pictures from last week printed and put into a new wallet, buy him a casual but christmassy outfit for the holidays and also a couple of books about something he likes. Stop making this thing so damn hard for yourself, and take me home please!” Peter ranted, while he dragged his dad into a clothes store and picked out some of the pants he knew his papa always wore. 

They quickly stopped for a picture, a girl had spotted then going between stores. People wanting a picture with them happened from time to time, but more often when they were alone ever since Tony had gotten mad at paparazzi for ruining ther family time together.

After another hour in the mall, Peter practically fell into the back seat of the town car parked out front. So exhausted, so excited for social life. ”Do you need a nap or something? You look a little like caspar the friendly ghost there, bud,” His dad asked, and Peter didn’t need to look over to see the frown line in his dad’s forehead. That was a good idea, actually, because then he would be able to stay out longer. The mall was in the outskirts of the city, so Peter would have about 45 minutes to snooze. It only took him two to drift off, Happy turning the music down and driving smoothly. 

-

Tony had Friday open a line to wherever Steve was, which turned out to be the gym floor. ”Hey love, would you mind coming down here and help me with Pete? He’s asleep in ther car here with me,” ”I’ll be there in two!” came the reply a second later, and Tony nodded to himself, tightening the arm around Peters torso a bit when he felt the boy slipping.

”Tony, you down here?” Steve said into the garage, not actually being sure which car they were in. Friday helped out by telling him they were in the black town car closest to him, and Steve opened the right back door revealing his son and husband. Tony waved slightly as Steve took in the sight for a second. Tony had turned in his seat, back leaning on the other door, his right foot snuck behind his son. Peter looked like he had basically tipped to his left side into Tony’s waiting arms, which Steve strongly suspected was the case. It was the most curious thing, how when Peter slept, he de-aged several years, still looking as adorable as he did when he was a toddler. Steve wasn’t sure because of the weird car lighting, but his sons cheeks looked flushed, and his breath was definitely more labored than usual. ”What’s up with-” ”He’s sick,” Tony interrupted.”Tought I wouldn’t notice the coughing at the mall, he feels warm too. There’s no way he goes to the movies and risks getting sick before christmas,” Steve agreed, although he dreaded the moment they had to decline his request for a ride to his best friend’s house. He never felt as disliked as when he had to do that.  

When in the elevator on the way back up, Steve held Peter one handed on his hip, almost like a toddler, head resting on his shoulder. This freed him to sneak a hand around his husbands waist as well, kissing him lightly, quietly, so that they didn’t wake Peter. ”I love that you’re such a big man, honey. I dread the day Peter grows too big for this. He’s so adorable. Don’t you agree?” Tony said between soft pecks on Steve’s hands, mouth, cheek and neck. Steve could only hum and whisper that he never thought there would be a day where he couldn’t carry Peter, althought he knew there would be a day when it would be a much rarer occurance. They reached the top floor and went straight to the boy’s room. It was quite far from the elevator, straight across the hall from the master suite. They both had a routine for when this happened, and Tony sat against the headboard of Peters bed for the teenager to be dropped in his lap. Peter was dead to the world when he slept well, but when he was sick he was like an octopus, needing the human contact more than usual.

See, Peter Stark-Rogers was an affectionate boy. Touch was natural to him, whoever he talked to would often get a hand on their arm or a bump on the shoulder. It was a known fact that no one really gave a second thought. If you didn’t know him super well though, you wouldn’t know that this only escalated when at home. As Peter was raised very affectionately, he had no issues letting his urges free when they were home. And times like now, when he was getitng ill, he needed that form of love even more. Steve and Tony never deprived eachother or their son of loving touches, and the routine of him being sick was exactly that by now. Routine. 

Ever since he was little, Peter had had a bad immune defence. His mother, one of many girls Tony had spent the night with at the time, had gotten pregnant and never told Tony about this. He was for some reason still listed as the father on the birth certificate, though, and after the mother had died of a drug overdose Peter was left in his care. Peter had been about a year old at the time, and Steve had just officially moved into the penthouse with his boyfriend. It had been a shock to say the least, but as time passed the fresh family had grown to love their life together. As time passed, they had also realised Peter carried a lot of symptoms that came with his mother using drugs as she was pregnant and breastfeeding. The only thing they ever really noticed on him as he got older was Peter’s physical size and weak immune system. He took extra vitamins and minerals every day, but still rarely stood a chance when a bug was going around. 

”Here. Make him get changed and I’ll go set up the couch after showering,” Steve whispered, handing Tony a pair of Peter’s pajamas. Tony started playfully poking his son in the sides, rubbing his back so he would wake up. After a few minutes Peter stirred and his eyes opened slightly, before he sighed and shut them again, curling into his dad. ”Where’s my jacket? Just so you know I have a deal with Ned, I have to be there by six, I need to get going,” Peter said, very obviously pretending like he didn’t know he had just been carried to bed by people ho had definitely felt his fever-hot forehead. Tony laughed quietly, not needing to tell the kid patrolling would be a no-go. ”I’ll text Ned’s mom, he’ll be fine. You, however, should put these on. If we don’t get in there soon, papa’s gonna put on that super old movie he loves,” Peter didn’t need to hear more, going to his bathroom to get changed. Tony stopped by the bedroom to change into sweats, and joined Steve in the kitcken cooking a couple of frozen pizzas and tea for Peter. Entering the living room, Peter was glaring at them both, not saying a word as he settled in his spot between them. 

They settled for watching some new show on Netflix that they had talked about starting, falling into a comfortable silence, Peter even forgetting to be angry as he leaned into his papa’s  side, his feet in Tony’s lap.

”I’m gonna be better tomorrow, and then I’m going out,” He said after the first episode finished, and the men were cleaning up after dinner. Steve snorted. They all knew which way this was going, Peter wouldn’t be very sick but enough to live on the couch for the first couple of days of christmas break. ”Sure petey, sure,” Tony answered.

Still not sick. Peter stretched in his bed, still tired. He was curled up under his blankets, but emerged for a minute to pee and also grab his fluffy blanket from its spot in the dresser. A little while longer in bed, then he could grab a late breakfast, call it brunch and stay out until dinner. He just needed a little more sleep.

-

”Friday, why hasn’t Peter come out of his room yet?” Tony asked, not knowing Peter was about to walk into their master, fluffy blanket wrapped around him, munching on a granola bar. ”Morning dad, papa, I’m better today! I’m not gonna lie, great parenting move on your part last night, I needed that. As you can see, you cured me! My throat doesn’t hurt anymore at all,” Peter said, sitting down on a chair in the corner. Steve and Tony were sitting in bed, enjoying a bit of toast and a cup of coffee. It was on a tray in front of them, Steve was reading the newspaper and Tony had taken out the weekend magazine that followed on saturdays. It always had such great chronics. As Peter gave what sounded mostly like a pep talk for himself, Steve smiled slightly and went into the bathroom. Before Tony could answer their son, he emerged again, holding the thermometer they had taken out the night before, knowing they would need it when Peter tried to sham his way into going out.

Peter sighed, rolled his eyes and went to lie on his papa’s side of the bed. The man insisted on still taking Peter’s temperature with a thermometer in his butt because when Peter was a toddler, his pediatrician had told them that would give the most correct reading. Tony rolled his eyes playfully, as Steve made a deal with the boy. ”If you’re on the wrong side of the fever limit, your body is still fighting something and you’ll stay in. If you don’t have a fever we’ll let you go out for a couple  of hours..” Peter agreed, pretty sure he didn’t still have a fever. He was truly feeling better, just tired. He supposed he’d just slept poorly again. 

Tony rolled his eyes as well, knowing full well that there were other methods of getting a good temperature from the 14 year old. This was, however, one of the things Steve had set his mind into and was stubbornly claiming to be right about. Tony and Peter had both learned to go with the flow and let Steve do his thing. God knows Tony had a few habits of his own that the others just went with. Tony reached over to play with Peters hair as Steve fiddled with the thermometer. ”I know it’s uncomfortable bambino, it’ll just be a few seconds,” Peter’s dad almost cooed at him, trying to calm him. Peter looked up at him and Tony melted. He was uncomfortable and kinda sad, looking at his dad. Those big brown orbs that Tony was convinced had some kind of magic to them. The thing finally beeped, and Steve removed it carefully before reading the result. ”Well Pete, looks like we’re on for a day inside again, your temp is 100.9. Do you want me to make some hot chocolate?” Steve asked. 

-

There were only a few things Peter enjoyed as much as being out with his best friend, but baking was one of them. Spending time in his dad’s lab was also one of them, but peter felt a strange need to do something with both of them that morning. Therefore, a huge chocolate cake was on its way. ”Papa, will you pour the batter?” Peter asked, and Steve could hear in his voice that something was coming back. Whether it was fever, a sore throat or a headache he couldn’t tell, but Peter was looking slightly more pale, coughing once in a while. He shared a look with Tony, both noticing how Peter was leaning against the counter while mixing the cake. ”Hey kid, do you want to try some tylenol, just as a precaution?” Tony asked, keeping the tone light. Peter accepted a couple of pills while Steve put the cake in the oven. 

”Ooh, something smells good in here,” They heard from the hallway, recognising Sam’s voice and a second pair of steps with him. ”Sam, Buck!” Peter exclaimed, forgetting all about whatever uncomfort he might have had and met them in the kitchen door. Bucky did as he used to; picked peter up and slung him around to his back, the teenager latching on. As he was younger it had been carrying him like a child. And it wasn’t like the super soldier couldn’t still do it. But a couple of years earlier Peter had decided he was too old for a bunch of things, including being carried. Latching on to his uncle’s back, he felt way cooler.

”You sick, Pete? Should I be keeping my distance? I wanna come to Sunday dinner tomorrow, not lie in bed,” Sam teased, shielding his mouth while backing away. After earning a slight glare from Peter, he lead the way to the living room. Usually they wouldn’t be coming around on saturdays since sundays were family days, but since Peter had started his christmas holidays they were taking advantage of the relaxed vibe in the penthouse. 

Weekends would always be good in the Stark-Rogers residence, but they rarely had family visit before dinner time on sundays. The superhusbands (came from the media, but the avenger family had teasingly adopted the nickname many years back) used the weekends to catch up on what they couldn’t do the rest of the week, including spending quality time with their son. And when Peter wasn’t sandwiched between his fathers, he was spending time with his friends or doing school work. And while Bucky and Sam usually saw Peter a couple of times a week, they were always keen on getting in more. ”Peter, you’re coming out with us today. Contrary to popular belief in this tower, you can actually step outside while sick,” Bucky said, shooting a quick glare at an offended Steve. 

As Peter then went to collect his coat (”and the scarf and hat and gloves too!” ”please stop papa”), the adults were left waiting. ”Are you sure you’re fine with having him while he’s under the weather?” Tony asked, looking out the door where his son had just left. ”Of course. Guys, really. We know the whole story about the immune thing, trust me, but you guys need to ease up. It’s not like we’re gonna do anything that’s making him sick, we’re barely going to be outside,” Sam said. ”Well, it’s sure gonna be a great help for us. We can finally wrap Pete’s presents without worrying. Thanks,” Steve replied, 

-

”So Peter, you wanna go get that game you were talking about and then go to our place? I was thinking, if you keep this quiet around your dads you could keep it at ours and play when you come over,” Sam suggested. On thursday when they’d picked Peter up from school he’d rambled on about this game that ned had gotten that was ”so awesome, it’s super realistic and awesome and- and the storyline is awesome!”

Bucky let out a grunt. ”I don’t know. I looked it up and there’s quite a lot of violence in there. You know you’re easily affected by that kind of thing, champ” Peter sighed. Some time ago he’d seen a terrible documentary about beheadings and had nightmares for a couple of weeks after. It had been at a weekend he spent with Bucky and Sam and the first night after he had been terrified and didn’t dare to wake any of his uncles. Bucky had been emotionally scarred too, but by the wrath of superhusbands. After that he had read a lot about sleep and mental health in general for teenagers, and gone a bit overboard at that. Now he was constantly reminding Peter about taking care of himself and watching out for triggers that could potentially make any kind of impact on the boy. 

They ended up getting the game, because as much as Bucky was concerned about Peter, he was a complete pushover when it came to his wishes.

-

Sam and Peter was in the car on their way back to the tower. The two of them didn’t really spend a lot of one-on-one time together. Bucky was one of Peters godfathers, and Sam was engaged to Bucky. He had entered their lives several years ago and Peter couldn’t remember a time he didn’t know Sam, but Bucky would always be the natural choice for babysitting and such. That didn’t mean Peter wasn’t comfortable with Sam, though. Although he never officially quit, Sam rarely went on missions as falcon anymore. He was a peoples person by heart and his daytime gig was once again at the VA as a counsellor. 

For Peter, that had always meant a man who was used to hearing loads of weird stuff and was comfortable to talk to. Which was why Sam was his first choice for what he had to say but didn’t know how to. Peter figured he had the entire holiday to ease into it though, so he started soft.

”Sam, did you know there’s going to be a new year ball in january, right after school starts again?” Peter asked, trying to keep things light. 

”Really? No, I didn’t. Are you looking forward to it? Anyone you wanna ask to go with you?” Damn. Right on the spot. Well, actually not. Kinda. ”Well, I don’t know. Suppose not. Can’t decide,” Peter said, looking dismissively out the window, having said enough for now. They fell back into their comfortable silence, occasionally interrupted with either of them pointing out fun christmas window displays to the other.

As they got into the garage, Steve was just getting out of his car. Peter went over to him as Sam backed out right away. Cause apparently, he was already a couple of minutes late to pick up his and Bucky’s takeout. 

”What did you guys do today?” Steve asked, rubbing Peters back as they went in the elevator. Peter had a habit of leaning into the big man’s side when he did that, giving Steve the chance to hug his son close who frankly was getting too big now, despite being a bit underdeveloped physically.

”Nothing special, just hung out, made hot chocolate,” Peter said, voice slightly muffled in his papas shirt. He had to admit he wasn’t feeling well and knew his father could tell. A quiet night in sounded perfect, even though he had spent the whole afternoon on another couch. Peter sighed, feeling how his head pounded weakly and shuddered. 

As soon as Peter saw Steve heading for the bedroom, he followed. If there was one thing he wanted right then, it was the comfort of his parents’ bed. Flinging himself onto it and settling under the blankets in the middle, he heard Steve chuckle. 

”Is this where we’re spending the evening?” 

”That would be nice”

”Friday, let Tony know and order our usual italian order,”

As they had settled in, that including Peter being forced into his room to change clothes, Tony brushed back peters hair. It was curly in the evening. He tried desperately to style it straight every day, but by night his soft hair had lost all product and fell back into curls. Peters mom had small bouncy curls, and Peter was some place in the middle of that and Tony’s waves that didn’t really show as it was too short. 

Dad Tony snuggles was great because of the hair playing, and head massage he would get, it created shivers down his back. He had a spot in his fathers side that felt like it had always stayed the same, even though it had changed as he grew from toddler size to small-teenager-size.  

Papa Steve snuggles was great because even though he would always try proving otherwise, Peter loved feeling small and protected. His papa’s lap could take Peters entire body and wrap him up. 

The very best snuggles was in bed, a father on either side. He would get head massages, engulfing strong arms, and lots and lots of warmth. 

Like the bachelor. Steve was stressing. It wasn’t the kind of stress that would go away by taking a bath or spending a night on the couch. It wasn’t the kind of stress that could go away with being productive and getting stuff done either. It was the stress that Steve saw no solution to and it worried him.

It was the stress that came with his son having no female role model to look up to.

See, steve loved reading, he loved parenting and he loved expanding his knowledge. Therefore, throughout the years, he had read quite a lot of parenting books. Most of the books talked a lot about preparing the kid for the future, giving them what they needed so they would turn out a decent human being.

But the latest book he read, a book about teenager psychology, was the first that had mentioned the importance of the fatherly principle and the motherly principle. It had told him that for a teenager or really any kind of person, these two principles represented two very essential parts of building a mentality that would be stronger and more resilient. And Steve knew that Peter wasn’t exactly the strongest voice of any group, despite his many great qualities. Maybe that was the reason? It wasn’t that steve thought peter needed a mother per say, but a female role model who could represent this thing was obviously what peter lacked. He had Pepper, but she was a busy woman who was rarely around other than for when tony did work from home. Wanda would pop by and spend time with peter, but the two were like siblings. It wasn’t the same. Natasha was out on mission most of the time and Peter was a creature of habit, so he didn’t bond as well with someone he didn’t see regularly. And that was about it for Peter’s female role models that were close by.

So Steve set out on a mission in secret, one to find a mother figure for Peter. He didn’t tell Tony because the man was so dang sensitive about stuff like this. He would go on a rant about how just because they were gay, they could do parenting just as well as anyone else. Steve knew that. The two of them were Peter’s parents and no-one really had any issue with this.

So the next couple of days he spoke to Tony about having a christmas party of sorts, but they should only invite certain people. It was hard because even though Tony agreed, he wanted to invite all sorts of people. Steve knew he had to camouflage the group of successfull women they knew who didn’t have their plates completely full in with some other people, but also didn’t want the complete ragers to show up. And tony kept pushing it with this buisnessman who ”would totally bring his a-game and make the party this year’s most famous” and steve knew it was one from Tony’s past who he could tolerate on a normal day, but not this time.

”Why are you so worked up about this, babe? It’s an improptu christmas party, half of them aren’t even going to show up anyway! If we throw a party without much planning we need to invite people with the right vibe to make it good. You’re only suggesting boring socialites, that’s gonna be a drag!” Tony complained. It was saturday evening, the 20th of december. They were down in the workshop together, sitting by Tony’s work desk. Peter had fallen asleep early, his uncles probably having tired him out during the day.

”I just don’t want it to be such a party-party. I want to get to know people on a more personal level, there are so many in our social circle but we only know a few, and that’s cause you do regular business with them,” Steve sighed. He needed to convince his husband to do this, it was eating him up inside that they’d gone thirteen years and never given Peter the one thing he truly needed…

Tony’s eyes softened. ”Hey. I know that look. Whatever is going on inside that head of yours, please share it. You know we talked about this when we still went to that therapist. Joys double in size when shared, and worrys gets split in two.”

As Steve hung with his head he realized he wasn’t able to hide anything of importance to his husband anymore, and would have to spill. 

So he spilled.

About how he was worried Tony would think that Steve saw him as a bad dad, and how he read about teenager psych, about his plan to get Peter what he needed to live a good life. And Tony laughed a little. 

And then he laughed even more. Then he started crying from laughter.

Steve couldn’t believe his eyes or ears. Was Tony really this careless? It was Peter they were talking about. The wellbeing of their most cherished posession, and Tony was clutching his stomach, holding onto Steves shoulder so he wouldn’t fall? This was the worst thing he had ever experienced. It had to be some horrible nightmare, Tony was usually so adamant about Peter having everything he needed. That’s why Steve went to do what he normally does when situations turn out to be dreams. He turns around and walks away, returning to his bed so he can wake up. 

”Steve! Honey! Wait up! Oh my god. I can’t believe this is happening. You’re going to bed. To wake up. Aren’t you? Not a dream, sweetie,” Tony said, between giggles, gasps and coughs. ”This has to be about that book you were reading. It is, right? I’m always telling you books aren’t good for the soul, now look who’s right. Lucky for you I saw it and fell into your sinful behaviour. Been listening to the soundbook version down here the past week.” And so, Tony started explaining.

-

”So what you’re telling me is that motherly and fatherly principles isn’t actually required to be executed by a mother and a father?” Steve asked, still not fully getting Tony’s explanation. They had been up for two more hours after Tony started explaining, and then gotten some sleep before getting up again. Their boy was still sleeping, cheeks not as rosy from fever as the night before. The kitchen was dimly lit as it was still the crack of dawn.

”Yeah, you’re finally getting it honey! They represent types of care that you have to treat the kid with for them to have the right balance in their life. Motherly principle represents a safe home base that he will always know he can trust. Fatherly principle represents pushing the kid out in the world, introducing them to experiencing things for themselves, without us there to hold his hand. They’re really just old, stereotypical names that don’t really matter. What matters is that we’re representing both of those caring strategies to Peter. God knows we’re providing a safe home for him, with the way we baby him from time to time. And I think we do alright with the fatherly principle too, you know? We try pushing him so he’ll make experiences on his own and he does. With his friends, business partners and the press. Truly, babe, we’re fine. He’s fine. Come on, let’s go creep over him like we did when he was little,” Tony explains, patient as ever when it comes to Steve, but grabbing his hand to go. But something was still kinda buzzing in the back of his head.

”But why did you laugh at me?” Steve asked. Tony giggled in response.

”Steven Grant Stark-Rogers. Love of my life. You were going to host a party to find our boy a mother. My fantasy started wandering. Like some bachelor-ish activity where we would mingle and eventually decide for a lady most suited. Then give her pacifier at the pacifier-ceremony, and she would start mothering our son, who she wouldn’t even know, and she would be horrible cause the ladies you picked are all boring and busy and not at all suited to match Pete’s personality, ” Tony explained, grinning from ear to ear at his elaborate fantasy.

Oh god. Tony was right, again. ”You know what, let’s just go stare at him until he wakes up,” Steve suggests, not wanting to admit to being ridiculous. 

#iron man #captain america #irondad #captain dad #peter parker #steve rogers #tony stark #superhusbands #superfamily #fluff

[soft-lucky]

Last dance

“Jeremy! Wake up honey, you have a big day ahead of you.” My mom said while opening the blinds in my room. “5 more minutes mom” I lazily replied while rolling onto the other side of the bed. “I’m sure Trixie wouldn’t like it if you two came late.” mom cheekily replied, making me bolt right up and ran to the shower. Today’s the day, prom day but if it weren’t for Trixie, it would just be another boring Friday night. I was singing while in the shower but I heard a soft ping from my phone, I quickly finished cleaning myself, dried my hair and body and just hang the towel around my waist while checking my phone. “U got plans for tonight bro? Let’s practice some shooting back, it was months since the last time we practiced.” it was a text from Sam, a friend from biology class, we haven’t been in touch for weeks because I was busy. “Sorry bro, gonna attend prom with trix” I replied with one hand while the other hand is brushing my teeth. He never replied to my text, weird, he usually replies but I guess he’s busy.

 “Jeremy! Dad said he would pick up your suit, just go to the barber’s and you could go even get a manicure or massage if you want”. I heard mom shouted while I was heading down the stairs, I sat down in the kitchen and ate the breakfast mom prepared. “Black sweater, black ripped jeans, black beanie, and white shoes, are you going to hide from someone or what?” mom joked while she checked out my outfit. I only laughed at her and said “no mom, I just want to wear something comfortable.”. “Okay son, by the way, Trixie texted me that she would be at the salon getting her nails done, do you want to go there as well? I’ll text the shop that you would be coming for a manicure and foot massage.” Mom said while looking at her phone. I finished eating breakfast, “Yeah mom that would be great, thanks” I replied while kissing her forehead. “Take care honey, say hi to Trixie for me” mom said as I was leaving.

I drove to the salon first, I wanted to surprise Trixie with my hair later so I’ll save the barbers for last. The salon wasn’t packed but there were still some regulars. Some greeted me which I returned, one even hugged me since I was close to her because of mom. I saw Trixie by the end and I just sat down beside her chair, they quickly assisted me, mom must have said that it was prom day. “You really surprise me Jeremy, flying yoga, Pilates, ballet, and now this, getting a manicure.” Trixie said while looking at me, I could only smile. Mother always attended those classes while I was young and out of boredom I asked her if I could learn it to. I started ballet at the age of 6, normal yoga at the age of 9, Pilates at the age of 10, and flying yoga at 12. I was teased because of this but I couldn’t give a damn about it, I was happy that  I could be with my mother during those times. The regulars talked to Trixie about my past, the regulars were mom’s friends from all places. 

After an hour or so I was finished, Trixie still had a long day ahead of her because she said she wanted to be pretty for tonight. I argued with her, she always looked pretty but if we were continue this quarrel we would be here all day. I bid my goodbye to the people in the salon, I thanked the staff, and I left to go to the barber’s. There wasn’t any customers in the shop, and the guys were just talking with each other until I came inside. They all greeted me, some hugged me, and some slapped my back saying it has been forever since I last came here. I took off my beanie, showing off my long brown hair in which they understood why I haven’t came here for a while. I sat down, the guys played some music in the background while one of them was cutting my hair. “How are you Trixie?” one of the guys asked, “still courting her but we’re happy.” I replied and they were shocked. I could see why, it has been 6 months since I started courting her, well she is the first girl I fell in love with so it would be worth it.

After an hour or less they were done, My hair is now styled slicked back with a side part. The guys even cleaned my growing stubble, I now look younger. I payed them and even gave a big tip for the wonderful service. I thanked them as I was heading out and they were wishing me good luck for later, I now started to feel a little nervous. I drove to the flower shop that my dad texted me because he forgot to pick up the flowers, I actually wanted to pick up my things but my dad wanted to help. I arrived at the flower shop and they gave me box which I assume the flowers is in. I thanked them, my dad, already paid for the flowers and I quickly went to the mall to pick up some chocolates. One for mom and Trixie, I got some candies for dad because he never liked chocolates. I texted mom that I would be coming back home now.

After an hour, I arrived home and my parents were at the door. I parked the car in the driveway and got off, I left the things in the car because they told me to hurry up. “What’s up?” I asked them because both of them seemed excited. “Well son, we have a surprise for you.” Dad said while patting my back. Mom pressed the button to open that would open the garage and there was my dream car, a jet black Audi RS 5 sportback. I was shocked and my parents were only laughing at me. “What? That’s mine? It’s not my birthday” I asked them and mom answered me, “We know it’s not your birthday but last week we received this in the mail while you and Trixie were on a date” Mom handed me a letter that was already opened, it was a letter from Harvard. “I got accepted?!” I asked again and both of them nodded. I hugged the both of them, I never thought I would get accepted and they said they would give me something, I told them that they don’t need to since they already gave me what I wanted. “Well then, why don’t you go get ready for prom and I’ll get your things from your old car. We don’t want you to be late?” 

I am now wearing my suit, I was trying to fix my midnight blue necktie but my parents came inside my room. “My baby is now a man, let me fix your tie.” my mom said while tearing up, “Mom don’t cry, it’s just prom.” I tried to comfort her. “I know but you’ll soon leave for college, I won’t have anyone to join me for any of my classes anymore.” mom said while her voice was breaking a little. “I’ll convince dad to join you, he’ll love yoga” I joked and both of them laughed but I knew dad didn’t want to try yoga again. “No promises, we’ll do something together though.”dad said making me and mom laughed, dad would rather stay at home than go outside if he was given the chance to choose. “Why don’t we go down, your car is waiting for you.” dad said trying to change the mood.

My mom got her camera and took pictures of me while I was standing beside the car. Mom asked the maid to take a picture of us, as a family. We had fun with our little photo shoot and I’m sure mom would put this picture somewhere in one of her shops. The interior of the Audi was beautiful, I was afraid that I would mess up this car in the future but dad said I took care of things with great effort. I finally saw the flowers, one boutonnieres, for me, and one corsages, for Trixie, both were made out dark blue carnations but it had some kind of glitter that was visible. Mom took the boutonnieres and pinned it on my coat, “I forgot to say that my son looks so handsome right now.” mom said which I got embarrassed. Dad laughed at me but then reminded me that if I don’t go now I might make Trixie wait. I bid goodbye to my parents, mom kissed me and dad hugged me. They waited outside until I couldn’t see them anymore.

30 minutes of driving I finally arrived at Trixie’s house. I got out of my car, took the corsage and chocolate and went to the front door and knocked. I don’t know why but I’m nervous, her family already knows me and I always drive her home. Her father, Mr. Smith, opened the door, at first he wasn’t smiling but her mother came and hugged me. “Jeremy you look wonderful, I never thought I would see you with short hair.” Mrs. Smith said while looking at me. “I knew something was different” Mr. Smith smiling and he patted my back. “Could you wait a moment Jeremy? Trixie’s still getting ready” Mrs. Smith asked and I only nodded. “New ride? Don’t tell me your your father bought a new car just for prom.” Mr. Smith asked, I guess he noticed the car. I told him that it was because I got accepted in Harvard but I told him to not tell Trixie because I wanted to be the one who would tell her.

We chatted for a while then the door suddenly opened, there stood the girl I fell in love with. Trixie was wearing a midnight blue, off shoulder dress that reached until her feet. She makeup was just wonderful but what stands out the most is her smokey eye looked. Her hair was braided half up-do with some kind of hair accessory but she looks like a princess. I was awestruck when I saw her and I couldn’t say anything but just stare at her. Mr. Smith patted my back, Mrs. Smith and Trixies’ two younger siblings were smiling, Trixie could only giggle but she was blushing or maybe that’s just because of her makeup. 

“Wow you look amazing” was the only thing I could say when I got closer to Trixie. “So are you, short hair” she teased me but I took her hand and put the corsage on her left wrist. Before she could say anything we heard cameras clicking, Mrs. Smith was taking a picture of us with her camera and the little sister was using her phone. We posed for a few pictures, me and her, me with her family, and I took the picture for her and her family. We soon ended our little photo shoot because we didn’t want to be late.  “Wow is that an Audi?” Trixie asked as we were walking to the car while we were holding hands. “Yes it is but we’ll talk about it later, we’re gonna be late” I said while opening the door for her.

Looks like we were the last couple to arrive, some were already heading inside the hotel and some were taking pictures outside. I got off the car and quickly went to the other side to open the door for Trixie. She took my hand and said thank you, I handed the keys to the valet. While we were walking towards the entrance, other people were looking at us. I could tell Trixie was getting shy because she wasn’t used to being the center of attention. I don’t blame them, she looks stunning but she’s beautiful everyday. We took some pictures with our group of friends. They all complimented us, mostly Trixie while they teased me because of my hair.

We went inside and we sat at the table where Trixie’s friends were, I want her to have fun so we decided to sit here, I would have fun either way because Trixie’s my date. The dinner was delicious, the entertainment was amazing, and we had a lively conversation during dinner. The lights turned off and we heard the emcee said it would be the start of the actual dance. Her friends took off while we were left behind because Trixie just finished eating so we waited a couple of minutes. 

I asked her if she wanted to dance and she said yes, I took her hand and guided her through the crowd and at first we were kinda awkward plus both of us were nervous. She stepped on my foot and she constantly said sorry, I giggled a little and she asked why. “Well both of us are nervous, just like when I first asked you out” I said to her and she smiled because I remembered. After that we became comfortable and just danced the night away. I told her about me getting for accepted in Harvard and she was happy for me. She was about to tell me something important until we heard the doors opened loudly.

“Having fun? Well, why don’t we shoot for the sky while we’re at it.” Sam said while he was carrying guns. He shot one in the roof and everyone started to panic and run. He shot people that were near him, we ran to the farthest part and I asked Trixie to stay down behind the pillar. “Don’t go anywhere yeah? Don’t worry, I’ll talk him down.” I said while holding her hands and wiping off the tear on her face. She was shaking her head, begging me not to go but if I don’t go then I won’t be able to protect her. “I love you Trixie, wait for me” I said to her while smiling softly.

“SAM!” I shouted as I was walking quickly to his direction and he looked at me and pointed the gun at me but he didn’t pull the trigger. “Oh Jeremy, sorry buddy but I’m at shooting practice, can’t you see?” he said sarcastically. “Sam put the gun down, you don’t have to do this anymore” I tried reasoning with him. “I don’t? I need to fucking do this, the people here are assholes who don’t deserve to live and you, the only friend I had, left me alone! You left me when you met that slut Trixie, as if our friendship never happened!” he shouted while still pointing the gun. “”Sam calm down, put the gun down and we’ll talk about this. I’m sorry that I left you dude but you know I’m busy with entrance exams for colleges.” I slowly said while I was slowly walking closer to him. “See, you’re fucking leaving me in this place then. I thought we could spend some time together before you leave but no you are busy fucking that slut!” he angrily said while he was tearing up. I got close to him and tried to get the gun from him, we were fighting for the gun but when I almost got it he pulled the trigger and I got shot at my side. I tried to suppress the gun shot but I started coughing blood.

  My vision started to become blurry but I saw Sam dropped the gun and looked at his hand with horrid. I fell to the ground and I could only look up at the ceiling suddenly I saw Trixie. She was crying, she was telling me things that I could barely hear, “Jeremy help is on the way yeah? Stay with me Jeremy, be strong for me please”. I smiled a little, “I’ll always stay with you but I’ll just sleep on your lap for a while” I said to her. “No Jeremy, Stay awake!” she said while shaking me vigorously. “I love you Jeremy, Don’t leave me.” was the last thing I heard from Trixie before everything became black.

#short story #last