Musics The Only Thing That Makes Sense Anymore, Man. ACROSS THE UNIVERSE (2007), Dir. Julie Taymor

“Music’s the only thing that makes sense anymore, man.” ACROSS THE UNIVERSE (2007), dir. Julie Taymor

New in Town

Warnings: noncon sex.

This is dark!Lumberjack!Thor and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new job in a new town but find your welcome not so warm.

Note: Another piece for @imanuglywombat​ and @nellblazer​‘s Lumberjack Challenge. I needed me a big, scary Thor so here we go!

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It was your first day and you already felt in way over your head. Your predecessor had left quite the mess and it would take a while to clean it all up. The filing cabinet had little actual organization to it and the computer, well that was just a bunch of nonsensically titled files dropped in random folders. It would take you the better part of a month just to get things in order.

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My Dad’s Best Friend- part 13

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Steve Roger’s daughter!reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: legal age gap, explicit sexual content- SEX!! explicit language (must be 18+)

Series Summary: You are the daughter of Captain America and grew up around all of the Avengers, including James Buchanan Barnes. A man your parents refer to as your uncle Bucky. As you grow older a mysterious pull keeps bringing you back to Bucky. You think it’s just a crush until you learn of a failed Hydra experiment called Project Retwine. Now, with no say of your own, your life is about to completely change and Bucky’s about to become so much more than just your Dad’s Best Friend…

Part 13 Summary: Your dad can’t find out. Not like this 😬

A/N: Thank you to the wonderful and talented @amythedvdhoarder for beta reading this tale and listening to my crazy ideas! This wouldn’t be half as good without her brilliant ideas! ily, friend 😘

* I try to keep reader insert descriptions vague for the enjoyment of all readers, but because she is Steve Roger’s daughter, reader would have to be half white, or multiracial depending on her mom.

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Mr. Popularity (VI)

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Summary: Our favorites are about to hit the next chapter of their lives. Are they ready? We look back into when things were bad...

Relationship: fratboy!Chris Evans x black!OC “Bianca”

A/N: Jesus Christ it’s finally here. The conclusion to this era of Chris and Bianca. Since you guys loved these two so much, I decided to continue their story of their lives: post-grad. I’m pretty drunk so I hope this ending does you guys justice. I’m not even sure if I’m making sense right now lol this felt like a long ass chapter, which kind of changed as I wrote it but that’s what happens. Thank you for those who came along for the ride of Chris and B. And I really hope this conclusion does you guys justice until I work on their next saga. Fratboy!Chris wasn’t supposed to be this huge, dead ass, but I love this series a lot. And I love how you guys love them. But anyway, let’s get on with it...

Time is a funny thing. There are moments when it seems to go by so slowly, like during a boring lecture or waiting for food when you’re starving and other times it goes by so damn fast, like when you’re young and it’s summer...or when you’re in the best relationship of your life. Yeah I can say that about Chris; he’s the best boyfriend I’ll ever have. I’m confident in that. Never have I ever had such a sweet, mindful, genuinely wise beyond his years, fuckin sex machine of a boyfriend. When things were good, they were blissfully good. Like “am I dreaming” good. Our relationship just felt so natural, so real. I felt like sometimes I won the universal lottery and that one day, somehow, he was going to be snatched away from me. That I’m only allotted so much pure joy in my lifetime. Never thought I would say this but I wanted to keep him forever. I didn’t want to imagine a life without him. Not to say marriage is on the table or anything like that I just...I just want him to stay.

Once we said those three magical words, our lives were set. We wake up kissing, fall asleep kissing. Continuously entangled in each other’s limbs, we exist in our own little world. Most likely making everyone near us sick but it didn’t fuckin matter because the outlandish hatin officially came to an end after that party. And if there was a problem, they kept it to themselves. No one dared to cross Chris again and I loved that. I loved everything about him. I had never felt so sure about saying I love you to another person. As soon as he said it, it felt right. So perfect.

“Oh B...” Chris sighs, practically melting on top of me, “baby B...I love you.”

He hasn’t stopped saying it since he’s confessed. With each stroke, each throb of his dick between my gripping textured walls, he sputters the words, “I love you...” whispering my name against my sweaty neck, digging me out with finesse. Fisting his hair I match Chris’ motions, desperately groaning, falling in love with the way the words sound in my ears. The softness in his tone makes me soak. The weight of his perfect muscles makes my core ache. Nuzzling into his hair, I breathlessly whisper,

“Oh fuck Chris,” locking my fingers tighter around his roots, “you sound so fuckin good, shit, I love you too baby C. Say it again...” The head of his cock grinding directly over my spot is driving me so fuckin crazy. I feel like we’ve been fucking for hours Chris being so slow and tender, affectionately brushing his hands over my warm cheeks, raining down dainty kisses all over my throat and collarbone. My whole body felt fuzzy. No thoughts. Only focus on his smooth steady strokes, holding me so close to his sticky torso.

“Love you...my Bianca...” he caresses the softness of my cheek with his own, sighs in my ear as he softly squeezes his muscular arms around my waist. “I could say it forever...”

And he made sure he said it often, as if I could forget. I can see it in those vivid blue eyes when they’re casted down on me and feel it in his touch when he takes my bag to carry. Always: good morning, I love you. See you after class I love you. And it made me smile like a shy school girl every single time. I’d just toss my arms around his neck and say those words over those happy pink lips. I never want this feeling to end...

“Do you two ever get on each other’s nerves?” Asks my roommate during lunch one day, she and her boo almost disgusted with the way Chris and I always smile at one another. We both turn to her with confused faces.

Chris jokes eating a fry, “maybe when the Patriots are playing...”

Rolling my eyes at him, I simply reply, “Well...yeah,” chuckling, thinking back to certain moments I could have punched him or most likely did. “Why do you ask?”

My roommate and her boyfriend exchange a knowing glance before stating, “it’s just...we’ve never seen you two really fight.”

“Yeah...always so lovey dovey it’s kinda fuckin irritating.” Her boyfriend piggybacks while we just laugh. “Seriously guys.”

I can’t help but shake my head, grabbing a fry off Chris’ plate. “Just because you guys don’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.”

My roomie raises a challenging eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Tell me, right now, the last time you guys got into a fight.”

Immediately a moment comes to mind and I snap my neck to look at him with the giggles. It was so serious then but it’s damn hilarious now. Chris hangs and shakes his head with a silly smirk, instantly thinking of the same moment as well.

Glancing back at them across the table I ask slowly,“Remember that mustache...?”

Although we didn’t fight too much, when we did, it was always mad immature. Two stubborn hot heads who needed the last word? Yeah, we resist arguing. Neither of us actually liked being mad at one another but we’re also so stubborn, we’d rather push each other’s buttons. And this one particular time...it got extra.

Another night, another party. Chris didn’t make it a habit of getting too drunk often but on occasion he had his annoying sloppy nights. Nothing too crazy just a tad sillier. Definitely way more obnoxious than usual but I learned how to deal with him. Had to. This one particular night in question...

The party mostly emptied out, leaving the usual suspects sitting around his semi-trashed living room, drunkenly shouting and talking over music playing from a stereo. My roomie and I had been intimately discussing what most of the girls on campus were yackin about: A new lit professor and his very gorgeous salt and pepper Burt Reynolds-esque mustache. We kept our voices low for a reason; Most of the guys on campus were tired of the chatter, quite frankly, so it became a trigger. One of the guys nearby butted in and fussed so loudly that it caught our boyfriends’ attention. As we tried to defend ourselves to their drunken outraged comments, Chris roughly stroked his new beard that I’d recently became obsessed with. It wasn’t even that big of a damn deal.

“So you’re saying that’s what you like?” Chris interrupts, slurring and squinting at me sitting beside my roomie, stuck in the middle of the inebriated angry mob.

“I’m just saying he’s an attractive man! That’s it!” I shout with my hands up, confused as to why he’s even bugging out. But that wasn’t it. Chris kept his suspicious eyes on me the rest of the night, even after everyone had left and it was just our drunk asses alone in his bedroom. He’d never heard me talk about another guy before and it really fucked with him. Maybe it was all the beers but something about all of it stirred up some animosity inside. The bountiful amount of alcohol coercing through his system burns his skin. Watching me stumble, around, getting undressed, he couldn’t just leave it alone.

“You don’t have a class with the mustache, do you?” Chris grumbles with a deep sigh scratching his chest through his shirt.

Snorting, I throw my shirt down on the floor before throwing myself down on his bed.

“Oh god Chris. Not yet no.” Rolling on to my back, I look up at him upside down, “are we really going to do this? Right now?”

A sensible voice in his head told him he should drop it, that he’s just being ridiculous but the other voice, one sponsored by all the beers, yelled out fuck that shit.

“I just find it interesting that you’d find that kind of...older guy attractive or whatever.” He distastefully grumbles down at me, practically disgusted.

I almost laughed. “What the fuck is happening.” Slowly turning back onto my stomach, I mostly frown up his front, trying not to laugh in his face. “Are you jealous? Is—is that...?” I couldn’t hold back the twitching smirk, pointing a mocking finger at him.

It was unusual. Chris had never been an ounce of jealous before. I didn’t really know how to handle it but the potent mix of tequila and vodka made his jealous rage so funny to me. Hence all the teasing...

“Is it because he looks like some sort of distinguished nerd?” He continues to grumble, completely ignoring me. “Is that what does it for you?”

Rolling my eyes with a condescending chuckle, I rest my chin and cheek in my palm. He’s really trippin I can’t believe it.

“Why yes,” I shrug flippantly, “Yes that’s exactly it Chris. You see right through me.”

Chris hates my sarcasm, rejecting it by waving his hands out in front of him. “Oooh don’t...don’t do...”

“What? Don’t do what?” Moaning and groaning in protest he backs away from the bed. “I just want you to hear how ridiculous you sound right now.”

“You know what, if you’re going to be a dick about it, I’d rather us just go to sleep.” Chris continues to retreat heading for his bathroom, slightly regretting bringing it up. He really hates it when I turn on the sarcasm because I’m about to go in.

“Aww c’mon babe...don’t you wanna hear all about my sexual awakening over his mustache?” Kneeling on the bed, I continue to taunt him, clutching my bare chest with fake fawning. Chris huffs a full frustrated sigh, biting his tongue because he really wants to say some fucked up shit. But me, on the other hand, had to milk this all for what it’s worth. Like an asshole. Like an idiot.

“I can’t believe you’re acting jealous. You. The prettiest, nicest, most popular white boy on campus...buggin over some mildly attractive white man. Please...” I rip back the covers and begin to bury my drunk ass into them since I was told to go to sleep. If I’m gonna be a dick about it. “Distinguished nerd...tuh...yeah my lady boner is raging...” Grumbling, I nestle my heavy head into the cool pillow that feels so amazing my tired eyes shut.

“Bianca.” Chris warns, hand on the doorknob, head swimming in alcohol and anger. But I’m done because I’ve passed out and he’s grateful for that.

As he showers, Chris stews over my words fueling his anger. For me to dismiss his feelings like that, so fucked up. So upset his head pounds. Stepping out he looks into his mirror, fuming, running through every petty word he could have said or thing he could do to make me eat my words. While he runs his towel over his face to dry it off, it dawns on him. Grinning like the Grinch, Chris opens a drawer.

Waking up the following morning, everything hit me like a fuckin cement truck. The fight, ugh. The alcohol, fuckin ugh. Even though we were mad at each other, Chris held me close to his naked body. Still sleeping soundly. My head was fucking pounding, stomach churning as I come to life. Groaning obscenities into my pillow, I smother my painful face as I turn to face Chris to at least give him a kiss and snuggle. I miss that perfect beard of his. The time to kiss ass starts now.

Threading my arms around his neck, we shift and mold into our new position as I snuggle between his pillow and suddenly bare cheek. Bare cheek?! Reeling my head out of the crook of his neck, I pop my tired lids open to see A MUSTACHE. If it wasn’t for the hangover, I would have screamed but instead I just gasp loudly, utterly appalled, accidentally slapping my hand down on his exposed cheek. Slapping him awake. Here goes round two.

“What the fuck did you do?!” My throat so dry I barely croak even though I really wanted to yell. The combination of his hideous carpet brush and the throbbing behind my eyes has me wincing, pushing my way out of his arms with a tortured moan.

“What, you don’t like it?” Chris smirks chasing after me rolling away with quiet whimpers. This asshole.

“Oooh fuck you.” I cover my face with both hands as Chris nuzzles that stupid facial hair on my nape. My shoulders tense up in disgust. This is a low blow.

“Aww c’mon baby B. Just last night you were all about mustaches...” he mutters, still grinning. So pleased with his plan. His hot breath brushing against my skin usually would excite me but that’s not the case this morning.

I fuss into my hands, “Ugh! Too hungover. No bullshit. Please!” The image of it burns the back of my eyelids. So upset but also so hungover all I wanted was to fall off the face of the earth. It’s my punishment for being such a dick last night. Tit for tat. A kiss from his furry upper lip makes me shudder but not in a good way. I have to get out of here.

“Bianca.” He calls out to me as I throw the covers off, bailing out of this round because I can’t do it. Not in this condition. “Bianca where are you going?”

Now he’s laughing at me, making his dumbass mustache dance every time I’d look to make sure I’m seeing this correctly. Because damn I want this to be just a shitty dream but my hangover reminds me it’s all so very real. I don’t say shit, just get dressed.

“Bianca c’mon. I’m just trying to look more like your type. You don’t think I look hot like this?” Tossing his muscular legs over the edge of the bed Chris watches me gather up my shit with a shit eating grin. This revenge currently sweet on his tongue. If I wanted to be a dick to him, he can be one right back.

“Look,” hell I can’t even fuckin look at him, “I’m gonna go before I smooth go off on you Chris. Because this...” massaging my forehead I sigh to myself, reconfiguring my words because I’m this close..., “this is just...fucked. My fuckin head is killing me. I’m tired. I feel like I’m gonna puke and seeing that on your stupid face isn’t helping.”

The mattress stirs as a nude Chris stands to approach me but I’m gunning for his bedroom door. Seriously I have to go.

“B. Bianca you can’t be serious. It’s just fuckin facial hair!” He shouts at my back as I open the door. He thought I was acting ridiculous but he didn’t even see ridiculous yet. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. It’s smart of me to go.

As I leave, I tell him, “Get at me when you shave that shit off,” leaving him bewildered with a bitter taste on his tongue and that stupid ass cop mustache on his face.

“Oooh. So that’s why you were back in the room for a few days.” All of it dawns on my roomie. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Chris kept his arm draped over my shrugging shoulders, grinning down at me grinning over at my roommate. “Because it was so stupid! But I was so pissed off.”

“But,” her boyfriend points at our amused faces, “Chris had that mustache for like...a few days...”

He pops open his mouth to say something but instead sighs a chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah we know...”

“Cuz, as we also know, my man likes to win.” Looking over to him I boop him on his scrunched up nose. “So it went on four days too long.”

Four days too long for us not to see each other outside of class or spend the night together. Four days too long with no hugs or sweet kisses. Four days too fuckin long of no mind blowing orgasms. Honestly I wasn’t sure how we did it. Four days was the longest we had ever gone not associating with each other. Don’t know how my roommate was so oblivious; she figured I just wanted to spend more time with her the dork. Some did notice though and tried to take advantage of our silent treatment but he couldn’t even bother. Chris was ultimately so distraught over our fight and so was I. Only keeping up a front when we were in class or passing by each other. Glaring at that stupid mustache when he would brush his fingers over it. So fuckin dumb.

By day three, we were ready to call this bullshit. Missing each other way too much but so-fuckin-stubborn. In class, I would catch him staring at me with this soft lusty gaze, bottom lip stuffed in his mouth. At night, I would find myself furiously rubbing my clit, imagining him grunting on top of me. Oh yeah we were slowly cracking under the pressure of sexual frustration. Purposely brushing up against each other in passing, even though I couldn’t look directly into that silly mustache. Those little touches were everything and how we survived another day of mostly ignoring one another until...

My roommate was out with her boyfriend so all I could do was try to distract myself with a really good book. Emphasis on try. In the midst of narrative and dialogue, intrusive thoughts of Chris pummeling into me were starting to take over. So the book ended up on the bed and my hands down my sweatpants. I was over it by now...but I wanted him to be the one to come crawling back. Silly pride. Chris didn’t have to take it to that level, taking away my beloved beard to get back at me for being a drunken asshole. As I dip my fingers inside me with a muffled whimper, I swear to myself this is the first and last fight Chris and I would ever get in. Delusional I know. Slipping into a fantasy I sink my fingers deeper, silently wishing it was his fingers, his beautiful cock filling me up. I needed him so bad.

“Oh Chris.” I whimper out to no one, spine slipping further down my propped pillows when there was a knock at my door. Smacking my lips with an eye roll, I remove my fingers and wipe my hand on my pants. Swear if my roommate lost her key again. It was becoming a shitty habit of hers.

Hopping off my bed I start to fuss through the door, “Christ. I swear I’m not loaning you anymore mon—,”

But she wasn’t there when I opened the door.

“I’m losing my shit.” A clean shaven Chris confesses with rich blue sad eyes. “I fuckin hate this.”

Shit, my prayers have been answered. “Thank God.”

Barging his way in, Chris gathers me up in his big arms, ugh, and holds me so close to his torso he knocks the wind out of me. Snuggling and nuzzling his smooth face into my crook of neck, breathing in so deeply.

“Fuck I missed the way you smell.” He sighs, squeezing me even tighter. My hips so warm just from his touch. “I don’t wanna fight ever again.”

Hiding my smile in his chest, I hug Chris back, so grateful to be in his arms again. “Me either baby.”

“So stupid.” He frenches me so hard I deflate into his hard torso.

“Mmhmm.” I sigh into his burning lips with a small nod. “So stupid.”

Opening our mouths, we invite each other in, tasting each like we’re star crossed lovers who’ve been apart for centuries. Drooling, tongues locked, embracing each other so tight. Feels like we’re fallin in love all over again.

“Where’s your roommate?” He whispers, dragging his stiff fingers across my lower back, missing how my skin burns under his fingertips. So soft to the touch. I can’t keep my lips off him.

“Out.” My fingers soothe up into his soft brunette hair. His firm hands slip down to my ass, pulling down my sweats in the process. God I hope she doesn’t come back to the dorm tonight. This session is definitely going all out all night.

“Good.” He’s found his way between my thighs, teasing my folds with the very tip of his middle finger. The sound of his dirty moan makes my pussy so wet. Which makes him moan even louder. “We’re gonna need the space.”

Backing me until my bare ass hits the cool wood of my desk, Chris goes to undo his pants with a crooked smirk. Smirking back, I shove my pants off the remainder of the way, so ready to for him to fuck me into another dimension. And he knows it. Stroking himself he hooks a veiny arm around my hips, jerking me closer to the edge. Closer to his rock hard dick sitting in his boxers.

“I need you,” my plea is so fragile Chris softly groans with a grin, “need you so fuckin bad Chris.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” He gently locks his lips with mine, slipping his tongue over mine. As we make out, Chris threads his cock out of his boxers. His wet tip nudging into my folds. My jaw drops with a weak sigh. Sinking deeper in between my walls, his whole body shudders. “I need you too B. I’m so sorry.”

My head rolls back with an animalistic groan as he fills me up, the weight of his dick applying so much pressure to my slick walls. Crazy the difference four days make. Kissing up my exposed throat Chris huffs and grunts, so relieved to feel my wetness encasing his thick dick. He could lose himself but he fights to keep it together. He’s got to make up for so much time away from his favorite place: in between my thighs. Stilling once he bottoms out, Chris squeezes his eyes shut with an exasperated sigh. Nuzzling my nose, focusing on the sensation of my textured walls hugging his rigid cock. This was home.

“I’m such an asshole.” he hisses cradling my cheeks with his giant hands. But it’s not just him.

“I’m an asshole too babe,” gasping for air Chris begins to pump me so roughly my legs shake on either side of his hips. “Oh fuck!”

“Fuck.” Chris gasps right behind me, picking up speed, reaching so deep I choke on my heavy breaths. The desk knocking against the wall with each smooth but strong strokes. Wildly moaning and groaning between the two of us we didn’t give a shit if anyone could hear us. This fuck is worthy to be praised. Speaking between shouts and squeals.

“I fuckin love you Bianca.”

“Chris—SHIT—I love...you...too ohmygod!”

“You’re mine babe...you’re mine...”

“Uh huh...yes...fuck yes...”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours...”

It wasn’t a lie either; I felt it in every cell of my body. Funny it took the dumbest, silliest fight for us to reconnect in such an emotional way. It was a good thing my roommate never came back to the room. We got it in everywhere; our make up sex was probably some of the best sex we’ve ever had. It definitely went on all night, no naps between. By the time the sun came up, we were gasping for air on the cool hard floor. Blissfully smiling and laughing, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. It feels ridiculous to be so into someone. Especially someone who looks like him. His blue eyes so vivid and bright staring back at me...all I could do was sigh.

“Yeah...you guys are disgusting...” smirks my roomie’s boyfriend averting his eyes from Chris and I staring at each other now, remembering that night. God I really love this goof. Softly laughing to himself, he nudges the tip of my nose with his. We are disgusting and I’m not even sorry. My roommate loves to admire our romance though, laughing for a bit before she shuts up with wide eyes.

“...wait you guys didn’t fuck in my bed, did you?!”

Leaning in for a kiss, we answer together, “no.” But it was a lie. It was best not for her to know.

Stroking my jaw with his thumb, Chris smiled down at me. “I don’t think I have the strength to get off this floor.”

Turning my chin towards his palm to plant a kiss I mutter, “we can stay here. I don’t care. As long as I’m with you.”

I know I don’t recognize myself saying corny shit like that either but Chris eats it all up with a shiny silver spoon. Smiling so hard.

“I don’t ever wanna go that long without again B...” he delicately kisses my cool clammy forehead and I just shut my eyes, swooning and falling. “I was so miserable at one point baby it was all so pointless...”

“Let’s not worry about that anymore.” I brush a comforting hand across his furry chest. “Let’s just worry about the days ahead...”

Hugging me closer, Chris rests his cheek atop my crown with a sweet sigh. “Are you saying you wanna plan our future B?”

Hearing the question aloud rings a small panic alarm in the pit of my stomach but was it out of excitement or fear? What did I have to fear? I trusted him entirely, with any and everything. And he was right, the time apart from us just being mad at one another was horrible. Imagining his warmth surrounding me in our own bed, in our own apartment, made my stomach flip in thrill. Could we really do it? Is that even a thing? College sweethearts making it for the long haul? Deep down, that’s what I wanted with him but the idea that it could fail terrified me. Didn’t want to lose him...but I was willing to risk it. I think...

“Bianca.”

Chris tackles me from behind, rocking me back and forth as he hugs me, burying his beaming face in my neck. Everyone’s so excited. It’s a beautiful day, a good day and it’s fuckin wild we made it here, that we lasted this long as a unit. Everyone celebrating that the bullshit is over. Caps thrown up in the air with delightful shouts once the ceremony’s over. Chris breaking his neck to connect with me across the graduating class. Graduating was a different level of freedom, an upgrade of adult that most of us wouldn’t understand until we’re actually on our own. But I’m ready for my next chapter, especially with this pretty ass man at my side. Anything is possible and Chris is along for the ride.

Leading a trail of kisses up my nape, he muses with a sneaky grin. “I’ve got a surprise for you baby B...”

Spinning around I toss my arms around his shoulders. “Yeah?” I inquire with enthusiasm, placing a chaste kiss on his perfect lips in the midst of the swarm of graduates and their families. In no rush whatsoever to find our families we share an intimate moment. We had been discussing places to move to for over a month until Chris decided to take over, swearing he could find the perfect place for us. Since he felt so confident I let him have it. While we exchange loving pecks and giggles, he digs in his pants pocket for whatever he’s trying to surprise me with. Holding my lips, he smiles as something jingles nearby.

Parting from my puckered lips, he bites back a gleeful smile. “Remember I said I’d find the perfect place? Well...”

Two gold keys dangling from a golden chain hangs from his two fingers appear before me clapping and jumping for joy.

“Babe!! Seriously?!”

He can’t contain his goof of a laugh, pulling me back into hips as he cracks up. “Of course, of course! You know I’m gonna take care of you.”

I couldn’t ask for a greater boyfriend. In the distance, I can hear my parents shouting out in the chaos but I really just wanted to have this moment with him.

“We’re really doing this?!” I shriek snatching the keys from him. Living in New York was a pipe dream, something we discussed post sex drunk and sleepy but now it’s a reality. Rubbing my fingertips over the rigid edges of my potential key to our new place. Our new place. That’s insane. Our parents closing in on us. Tipping my chin up, pulling my attention away from the keys resting in the palm of my hand, we share another moment as our folks approach with cameras in hand. Shutters clicking around us, hooting and hollering with congratulations but we only focus on one another with wide happy eyes. It’s time. I’m fuckin ready.

“I’ll do anything with you Bianca. Let’s start our new life together.”