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u10como · 2 months ago

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Love, Toes and Pistons

Greaves & Daughter, a car repair shop on the outskirts of a small town, smelled like motor oil and sun-baked metal, a heady cocktail of nostalgia and hard work. Riley, 22 year old young woman with shoulder length auburn hair and joyful brown eyes, sat cross-legged on a rolling stool, her foot gripping a socket wrench as she tightened the bolts on an old Dodge Charger’s engine mount. Riley had no arms, ever since she was born. Her worn, oil-stained tank top revealed her bare shoulders, adorned with sunflower tattoos where one would otherwise expect arms to be. Her movements were smooth and practiced, her feet more dexterous than most people’s hands.

“Turn it just a little more,” came her father’s voice from the corner.

Riley glanced up. Gus Greaves, 62 year old man with broad shoulders, receding grey hair and wrinkled face with a large oil smudge on his forehead, leaned heavily on his cane, his age and life of hard work showing in his once impressive stature, but his eyes sharp as ever. “It’s snug,” she replied, shifting her weight to check her work.

“Snug ain’t tight.”

Riley smirked, obliging him with another firm twist. The bolt groaned into place. “Happy now, old man?”

“Ecstatic,” Gus deadpanned, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “Just remember, if that thing rattles loose, you’re buying the replacement parts.”

She rolled her eyes, setting the wrench down. The Charger’s owner, a middle-aged woman named Lisa, peeked around the corner. “How’s it lookin’, Riley?”

“Purring like a kitten,” Riley replied, brushing her heel against her jeans to wipe off some grease. “Want to hear it for yourself?”

Lisa nodded eagerly, and Riley reached up with her foot to flick the ignition key dangling from the dashboard. The engine roared to life, smooth and steady. Lisa beamed.

“You’re a lifesaver! I’ve got a long haul ahead this weekend, and I can’t thank you enough.”

Riley shrugged, smiling. “Just doing my job.”

Gus watched the exchange with quiet pride, but his expression turned somber as Lisa drove off, leaving the shop quiet again.

“You know,” he said after a moment, “when I opened this place, I thought I’d be the one calling the shots until I kicked the bucket.”

“You still are calling the shots,” Riley replied, standing and brushing her feet off on the mat. “You just do it from the sidelines now.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Gus leaned forward on his cane. “It’s a hard business, Riles. People are stubborn. They’ll see a young woman like you—”

“And one without arms none the less,” Riley cut in, raising an eyebrow.

He sighed. “Yeah. That, too. You’ve got talent, no question. But you’ll have to prove it over and over. You ready for that?”

She paused, her expression softening. “Dad, I’ve been proving it my whole life. To teachers, strangers, and sometimes even to you.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Fair enough.”

***

Riley's coming to this world was a bittersweet mix of hope and tragedy.

Her parents had long tried for a child with no success. 18 years of marriage and three miscarriages later, by the time Gus Greaves, tall, muscular man with bright, kind eyes and brown hair aproached his 40th year of age, his wife Eileen, a beautiful, petite woman with long braid of auburn hair and green eyes, who looked at least a decade younger than her actual age of 36, greeted him with a beaming smile.

"Guess who's going to be a dad?"

"Are you..." Gus blinked in surprised and smiled. "Are you sure, love?"

"Absolutely. 17th week and her heart beats strong." replied Eileen.

"Her? We're going to have a daughter?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Absolutely not. I mean, i could use a son to help in my shop, i'm not getting any younger, but as long as she's healthy, i'm happy."

"As you should be," Smiled Eileen and approached Gus for a kiss. I already decided on a name too. I want to name her Riley. It has a nice ring to it."

"Shouldn't i have a say in this?"

"Alright, husband, what is your suggestion?" Winked Eileen.

"Ella. After my late granny. That name's got tradition in my family, dating well into 1830s."

"I don't like Ella. Don't get me wrong, your grandma, god rest her soul, was a great woman, but the name feels... dated." Replied Eileen.

"Well, you have a right to your opinion, honey. Let's keep the options open and decide when our little Ella is born, shall we?"

"Gus!" Laughed Eileen and shoved her husband playfully. You said it like you're already decided.

"Well, i might be, love," smiled Gus, "But what do you know? Anything can yet happen and i might change my mind..."

***

23 weeks later, Gus Greaves was sitting in a hospital corridor, feeling a mix of emotions. Fear, sadness, grief, but also hope. He was crying large, bitter tears, for the first time in his life since he was a little boy, mourning the death of his wife Eileen, who died in labor.

“Mr. Greaves?”

He looked up to see a nurse standing in the doorway. Her expression was kind but tinged with sadness.

“It’s time to meet your daughter,” she said softly.

Gus’s legs felt like lead as he stood and followed her down the hall. He wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded.

The nurse led him into a nursery where several children born in the past few days lied in small bassinets, wrapped tightly in pink or blue blankets. Anong them was his daughter.

Gus approached hesitantly, his breath catching in his throat as he looked down at the tiny bundle. She was so small, her face scrunched in a peaceful sleep. But as his eyes moved down to her shoulders, his chest tightened.

She had no arms.

A flood of emotions hit him all at once—grief for Eileen, fear for what the world would think of his daughter, but also love at the sight of her tiny, peaceful face, already bearing resemblance to his late wife.

“She was born without arms,” the nurse explained, her voice compassionate. “But she’s healthy and strong. She’s already a fighter, Mr. Greaves.”

Gus nodded, unable to speak. Slowly, he reached into the bassinet and lifted his daughter into his arms. Her weight was impossibly light, yet she felt like the heaviest burden he’d ever carried.

As he cradled her, the baby stirred. Her tiny foot emerged from the blanket, curling and stretching, searching for something. Gus extended his finger without thinking, and to his astonishment, her toes wrapped around it tightly, holding on with surprising strength.

The gesture broke something in him, and tears once again started streaming down his face. He could almost hear Eileen’s voice, her stubborn insistence, her unwavering belief that their child would be extraordinary.

“Riley,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Your name is Riley.”

He looked down at her, a fierce determination settling in his chest. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this,” he said, his voice trembling. “But I promise you, I’ll figure it out. I’ll give you everything I’ve got, kid. I’ll make sure you never feel like you’re missing a damn thing.”

Riley’s grip on his finger tightened, as if she understood.

In that moment, Gus Greaves, newly widowed and utterly broken, found a purpose stronger than his grief. His daughter had already shown him her will to live, her strength, her fight. He would honor Eileen's memory by giving Riley the life she deserved.

***

It was late afternoon, and the garage was sweltering. 8 year old Riley, wearing boyish clothes, sat cross-legged on the floor, watching Gus wrestle with a rusted bolt under the hood of a pickup truck. She was fascinated by the tools—how each had a purpose, like puzzle pieces in her father’s hands She always played with the tools, leaving a mess, which didn't exactly please Gus, who had then to search the tools all over the garage, sometimes arranged into a improvised race track, along which Riley pushed her toy cars.

“Hand me the ratchet, kiddo. If you're goint to be messing with my tools, at least make yourself useful” he called, barely glancing at her.

Riley scanned the tools scattered around her, locating the ratchet. Clutching it in her left foot, she turned around and dropped it into her father's large, calloused hand.

Gus smiled at her and nodded before returning to work. “Thanks, Riles.”

He finished the job while humming 'Dust in the Wind'. It was Eileen's favorite song and ever since her passing, he always hummed it while working, making him feel like Eileen is still with him, looking over his shoulder. When the work was done, Gus stepped back, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Alright, kid. I have an idea. If you like the tools so much, let's make sure you can handle them properly. Grab the crescent wrench and follow me to that Corolla over there."

From that day on, Gus let Riley help with bolts, nuts and other simple tasks around the shop. The work she was assigned wasn't very important in the larger picture, but it kept her occupied and saved Gus some time to focus on the more important tasks. After all, she was still too young to work on her own, or, so Gus thought.

***

Two years later, the late afternoon sunlight poured into the garage, filtering through the wide doors and glinting off scattered tools. It was one of those days when the heat outside was unbearable and the road in front of the garage stenched of molten asphalt . Riley, ten years old and restless, wandered into the shop, barefoot as always. Her father was nowhere to be seen, having stepped out to run errands, but the familiar, greasy scent of the place was like home.

A battered, candy-red sedan sat in the center of the garage, hood propped open, its guts exposed like a patient on the operating table. Riley stared at it, curious. She knew this car—it belonged to Mrs. Moreno, the kind elderly woman who always brought her cookies whenever she came by for a repair.

On impulse, Riley approached the car. She knew from overhearing her father earlier that the sedan had been running rough, stalling at stoplights. Gus had muttered something about the throttle cable needing adjustment, then sighed about how everything these days was more trouble than it was worth.

Riley wasn’t sure what a throttle cable was exactly, but she’d seen her father work often enough to know how to look for problems. Propping herself up on a nearby stool, she leaned forward, her toes curling around the lip of the car’s engine bay. Her gaze roved over the tangle of parts until her eyes landed on a cable that looked…off. Frayed. Loose.

Her heart quickened with excitement. I bet that’s it.

She scanned the area for the tools she’d need: a pair of pliers and a small wrench. Sliding to the floor, she grasped them with her feet, one at a time, her movements deliberate and careful. Years of practice had made her feet deft, though she’d never attempted anything this ambitious before.

Returning to the stool, she balanced herself and leaned in. Her foot gripped the pliers firmly as she nudged the cable into place. Sweat trickled down her temple, and her tongue peeked out in concentration as she tightened the bolt with the wrench, testing it a couple of times to make sure it was secure.

She was so absorbed in her work that she didn’t hear the shop door creak open.

“What in the—”

Riley froze. Slowly, she turned to see Gus standing in the doorway, a brown paper bag of groceries in his hand, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief.

“Dad, I—” she started, her face flushing.

He set the bag down on the counter, crossing the room in a few strides. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice low and unreadable.

“I just…” She faltered, glancing back at the cable. Her foot still held the wrench, evidence of her meddling. “I was trying to help.”

He stared at her, his eyes darting from the car to the tools in her feet, then back to her flushed, defiant face. For a moment, she braced herself for the lecture she was sure would follow—how dangerous it was, how she should have waited for him, how she didn’t know what she was doing.

But instead, Gus did something unexpected. He leaned over the engine, inspected the cable, and gave it an experimental tug. It held firm.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered.

Riley blinked. “What?”

“You fixed it.” He straightened, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Not bad, kid. Not bad at all.”

“Really?” she asked, hardly daring to believe it.

��Yeah. Really.” He grabbed a rag and wiped his hands, though they weren’t dirty. “Guess you’ve been paying more attention than I thought.”

Riley’s chest swelled with pride, but her father’s next words caught her off guard.

“Alright,” he said, his tone business like. “If you’re serious about this, we’re gonna do it right. No guessing. No cutting corners. I’ll teach you everything you need to know, but you gotta promise me you’ll do it my way—carefully.”

Her eyes widened. “You mean it?”

He squatted down to her level, his expression softening. “I’ve seen the way you watch me work, Riley. You’ve got the knack. And it looks like you’ve got the guts, too.” He gave her a small smile. “But you’ve also got a lot to learn. So? You in?”

She nodded so fast her hair bounced. “Yeah! I’m in!”

“Alright, then.” He stood, grabbing a wrench from the workbench and twirling it in his fingers. “First lesson: always double-check your adjustments. Just because it looks good doesn’t mean it’ll hold under pressure.”

For the next hour, they worked side by side. Gus explained the mechanics of the throttle cable, walking her through the process step by step, while Riley absorbed every word like a sponge.

When they were done, he handed her the keys.

“Go on,” he said. “Take her for a spin. Let’s see how she runs.”

Riley’s jaw dropped. “You’re letting me drive?”

“You’re not driving,” Gus corrected, smirking. “You’re sitting on my lap and steering while I work the pedals. Don’t get cocky.”

She didn’t care. As she climbed into the driver’s seat, the pride and joy bubbling inside her were enough to light up the whole garage.

***

The shop had never been quieter. Riley, now sixteen, stood in front of the engine block perched on the workbench, her feet planted firmly on the stool she used for leverage. The AMC straight-six engine was a hulking piece of machinery—greasy, scarred by time, and utterly beautiful to her. It wasn’t her first rebuild, but it was the most ambitious.

Her father’s voice echoed in her mind: "Take it slow. Engines don’t care how fast you are. They care how right you are."

She’d started by tearing it down piece by piece, cleaning years of grime from the cylinder walls, valves, and pistons. Now, weeks into the project, the engine was coming back to life under her meticulous care.

The parts were laid out in careful order: pistons and rods, freshly machined crankshaft, camshaft, lifters, and timing gears. Riley leaned forward, gripping a torque wrench in her foot as she tightened the bolts holding the cylinder head in place. Every movement was deliberate, her toes curling around the wrench like fingers.

“Not too tight,” came her father’s voice from the doorway. Gus, still the imposing man he used to be, but the greying hair of his temples slowly starting to show his age, crossed his arms, watching with a critical but approving eye. “You strip that thread, you’ll be cryin’ when you gotta redo the whole thing.”

“Relax, Dad,” Riley shot back, not taking her eyes off her work. “I’ve got this.”

“Guess I’ll shut up, then,” Gus said with mock surrender, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Good plan.”

***

Two days later, Riley stood in the shop as her father lowered the engine into a test stand. The shop air was thick with the smell of engine oil and anticipation. Gus turned to her, tossing her a set of keys.

“Alright, Riles. Moment of truth. Let’s see if your baby purrs or sputters.”

She caught the keys deftly with her foot and flashed him a confident grin. “She’ll purr.”

Inserting the key, she flipped the ignition and pressed the starter button with her foot. The engine coughed once, twice—then roared to life. The straight-six purred, smooth and steady, the vibrations reverberating through the garage. Riley’s grin widened as Gus let out a low whistle.

“Not bad, kid. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad?” Riley said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s perfect.”

“Let’s not get cocky,” Gus replied, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable.

For weeks afterward, Riley spent her mornings studying for her driver’s license and her afternoons behind the wheel of Gus’s truck. Learning to drive without arms was no small feat, but Gus had never been one to shy away from unconventional solutions.

Together, they modified the truck with a knob on it's steering wheel, making it easier for her to tun with her foot, and pedal extensions. Riley practiced tirelessly, her feet learning the delicate choreography of accelerating, braking, and turning.

“You’ve got to feel the road,” Gus would say during every lesson, his voice gruff but patient. “It’s not just driving. It’s listening. Cars tell you when something’s wrong—you just gotta pay attention.”

Riley did more than pay attention. She excelled. On her test day, she passed with flying colors, the examiner staring in awe as she navigated the course with a level of precision most drivers could only dream of.

***

The day she got her license, Gus called her into the shop. “Got something for you, Riles” he said, his tone unreadable.

“What, another lecture?” Riley teased, wiping her feet on a rag as she followed him.

But when she stepped into the garage, her breath caught. Sitting in the center of the bay was an AMC Pacer, freshly washed, its baby-blue paint gleaming in the sunlight.

“Dad…” she breathed, stepping closer.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Gus said, smirking. “Pop the hood.”

She did as he asked, her fingers brushing the latch. When the hood swung open, her eyes went wide.

“It’s…is this my engine?” she asked, staring at the pristine straight-six nestled inside.

“Sure is,” Gus replied. “I figured you’d earned it after all the hours you put in.”

Riley turned to him, her expression a mix of shock and joy. “You mean this whole time I was rebuilding my car?”

“Had to keep you busy somehow,” he said with a shrug. “Besides, I knew you’d take better care of it if you built it yourself.”

Riley felt a lump rise in her throat, but she pushed it down, unwilling to get too sentimental. “You sneaky old man,” she said, a grin spreading across her face.

“Call me whatever you want, kiddo,” Gus said, tossing her the keys. “Just don’t wreck it.”

She caught the keys and turned to the car, lifting her left foot, her toes brushing the driver’s side door. Sliding into the seat, she ran her toes over the pedals and steering wheel, feeling the weight of the moment settle over her.

Starting the engine, she listened as it rumbled to life—her engine, her car, her accomplishment.

“Where you headed first?” Gus asked, leaning on the doorway.

Riley grinned, pulling on her seatbelt with her foot. “Anywhere I want.”

With that, she backed out of the shop, Gus watching with a proud smile as the little blue Pacer disappeared down the road.

***

The shop was busier than usual for a Friday afternoon. Riley, now eighteen year old woman with small chest, long, lean legs and shoulder length auburn hair tied in a bun, was crouched next to a rusted-out pickup, her foot maneuvering a socket wrench as she tightened the lug nuts on a newly installed tire.She grew to beauty, reminding Gus of her mother, but with a noteable tomboyish spin, which frankly was a better fir for a mechanic anyway. Her father leaned against the counter, flipping through a parts catalog while keeping an ear on the phone conversation with a supplier.

The clang of the shop bell announced a new customer. Riley didn’t look up until she heard a voice that dripped with impatience and irritation.

“Hey, uh, I’ve got a Camry out there,” the man said. “Brakes are squealing. Shouldn’t be a big deal, so if you can knock it out quick, that’d be great.”

Riley stood, wiping her foot on a rag, and glanced toward the counter. The man was in his late forties, with a weathered face and a stained baseball cap. He didn’t seem like the polite type.

“Let’s take a look,” Gus said, grabbing his cane He hurt his foot last year and ever since then, he walked with a limp. He was a stubborn man and insisted on still being strong enough to work in his own shop, but deep inside, he knew he would no longer be able to do everything on his own and was glad he had Riley to lean on. “Riley, you free?”

Riley nodded, stepping forward. The man’s eyes flicked to her, then down to her missing arms. He blinked, his mouth opening slightly in surprise.

“She’s gonna do it?” he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.

“Yes,” Gus said flatly, his voice brooking no argument.

The man hesitated, his brows furrowing. “Look, no offense, but brakes are kinda important, you know? I’d feel better if—”

“If what?” Riley cut in, her voice calm but sharp enough to slice through the tension.

The man glanced at her, then back at Gus. “If someone else looked at it,” he said, lowering his voice as if she couldn’t hear him.

Gus straightened, fixing the man with a steady gaze. “Riley’s the best mechanic I’ve got. If you don’t trust her, you’re welcome to take your car nest town over.”

The man huffed, crossing his arms. “Fine. Just make sure she knows what she’s doing.”

Riley rolled her eyes but said nothing, walking past him toward the lot where the Camry sat.

***

The Camry was a mess. Riley crouched next to the front wheel, examining the brakes. The caliper bolts were corroded, the pads worn so thin they’d started grinding into the rotors, which were warped beyond repair.

Gus approached as Riley stood. “How bad?”

“Bad,” she replied. “Bolts are seized, rotors are toast, and the pads might as well not exist. This guy’s lucky he hasn’t wrapped this thing around a tree.”

Gus nodded. “Think you can handle it?”

Riley smirked. “I’ve got it.”

***

Back in the shop, Riley secured the Camry on the lift and removed the wheels, revealing the full extent of the damage. The caliper bolts were so corroded they wouldn’t budge. Riley grabbed a drill with a hardened bit, clamping it between her toes.

The man wandered into the bay as the drill screamed against the stubborn bolts. He flinched at the noise.

“What’s she doing?” he asked Gus, who was watching from a safe distance.

“Removing bolts that should’ve been replaced ten years ago,” Gus said dryly.

“Shouldn’t this be quick?” the man grumbled.

“Not when the brakes are this bad,” Gus replied, gesturing toward the car. “Your rotors are warped, and your pads are metal-on-metal. This isn’t a ‘quick fix.’”

The man opened his mouth to argue but stopped as Riley finally freed the last bolt. She stepped back, setting the drill down and examining the rotor.

“Yup, it’s shot,” she muttered, then turned to Gus. “We’re gonna need replacements. I doubt anyone local has these in stock.”

“Let me check, Riles” Gus said, heading for the phone.

Riley turned to the man, who was now watching her with a mix of unease and begrudging respect. “You ever replace your brake fluid?” she asked.

He frowned. “Uh... I don’t know. Maybe? It’s been a while.”

“A long while,” Riley said, gesturing toward the sludge in the brake lines. “No wonder your brakes are fried. This is the kind of thing you have to keep up with, or it gets expensive.”

The man looked sheepish but said nothing.

***

It took Gus half an hour to find a supplier willing to ship the rotors from another state. In the meantime, Riley cleaned the calipers and prepped the car for the new parts.

The man lingered in the corner of the shop, awkwardly silent until finally blurting out, “So... how long you been doing this?”

“Since I was ten,” Riley replied without looking up.

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” She paused, glancing at him. “And before you ask, yes, I can do just about anything you’d expect a mechanic to do. No, I don’t need help. And yes, I’m damn good at it.”

The man raised his hands defensively. “Alright, alright. I get it. Just... didn’t expect this, you know?”

Riley shrugged, turning back to her work. “Most people don’t. Doesn’t mean I can’t prove them wrong.”

***

Two days later, the parts arrived. Riley installed the new rotors and pads, bled the brake lines, and finished the job with her usual precision. She tested the car on the shop’s lot, ensuring the brakes were smooth and responsive before parking it out front.

The man returned, eyeing the car nervously.

“She’s ready,” Riley said, handing him the keys with her foot.

He hesitated. “And it’s... safe?”

Riley smiled, nodding towards the car. “Test it yourself.”

He climbed in and drove a slow loop around the lot. When he returned, he stepped out, his expression sheepish.

“Drives better than it has in years,” he admitted.

Riley smirked. “Imagine that.”

The man fumbled with his wallet, glancing at Gus as he handed over the payment. “You’ve got one hell of a mechanic here,” he said, jerking his thumb toward Riley.

“Yeah,” Gus replied, his voice tinged with pride. “I know.”

The man nodded at Riley, awkward but sincere. “Thanks.”

She waved him off with her foot, already turning back to the next job.

***

The shop was unusually quiet that afternoon, with Gus out running errands and Riley alone in the garage. She was perched on her usual stool, leaning over the engine bay of a beat-up Jeep Cherokee with a bad alternator. The rhythmic clinking of her foot manipulating a ratchet echoed through the space, accompanied by the low hum of a classic rock radio station playing in the background.

Her focus was so intent that she didn’t hear the bell over the door jingle, nor the hesitant footsteps approaching from behind.

“Riley?”

The voice startled her. She jerked upright, nearly dropping the ratchet. Turning, she saw him standing there—Alex Harper, the guy she’d spent three years secretly pining over in high school.

Tall, with messy brown hair and that effortlessly charming smile, Alex looked like he’d just stepped out of her dream. He wore a well-worn hoodie and jeans, his hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets.

“Alex?” she said, blinking in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh…” He scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "Figured I owed you an apology for how my dad acted here the other day.”

Riley raised an eyebrow. “That Camry guy was your dad? Yeah, you don’t have to apologize for him.”

“Maybe not,” Alex admitted, stepping closer, “but I feel like I should. He can be... well, you saw.”

“Yeah, I saw,” Riley said, though her voice lacked any real bite. “But I’ve dealt with worse.”

Alex nodded, his gaze flicking to the Jeep’s open hood before returning to her. “Still, I’m sorry. He was out of line. You’re incredible, Riley. He didn’t have any right to doubt you.”

Her cheeks flushed at the unexpected compliment. She glanced away, fiddling with the ratchet still clutched between her toes. “Thanks. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is, though,” Alex insisted, his voice softening. “I mean, you’ve always been amazing. Back in school, I used to watch you during science class—how you figured out stuff faster than anyone else. You were so focused, so... determined.”

Riley’s head snapped up, her heart racing. “You... noticed me?”

Alex chuckled, his cheeks reddening. “I mean, of course I did. Who wouldn’t?”

Riley looked down at her armless shoulders and shrugged. " Oh yeah, kinda hard to miss, i guess?"

"I mean, sure, that too, but... I wasn't really talking about that. I mean, you know... You're smart and pretty..."

Riley stared at him, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and cautious hope. “Pretty? Me? You're, like, the first person to call me that. Besides my dad, that is.”

Alex stepped closer, his smile gentle. “Well, it's true, though. And I was hoping…” He paused, glancing down and taking a deeper breath as if gathering his courage. “I was hoping maybe I could take you out sometimes? You know, dinner or something. If you’re interested.”

For a moment, Riley was too stunned to respond. She’d imagined this scenario a hundred times, but it had always felt like a far-off dream. And yet, here he was—Alex Harper, the boy she’d silently crushed on for years—asking her out.

“Oh... WOW...I...” She faltered, her insecurities threatening to creep in. She glanced down at her missing arms, then back at him. “Are you sure?”

Alex frowned slightly, his expression earnest. “Riley, come on. Of course I am. I’ve wanted to ask you out for a long time, but I figured you weren’t interested. I didn’t think I stood a chance.”

Riley let out a shaky laugh, her nerves giving way to disbelief. “You’re kidding. YOU didn't think you stood a chance? I’ve had a crush on you since sophomore year!”

His eyes widened in surprise, then softened with something that looked a lot like relief. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she admitted, a shy smile playing with her lips.

“Well,” he said, grinning now, “I guess we’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”

Riley felt her confidence returning, the weight of her doubts lifting. “Alright,” she said, tilting her head toward the clock on the wall. “I’m off at six. Pick me up then? she offered her foot.”

Alex nodded, his grin widening as he shook Riley's foot. “It’s a date, then.”

As he left, the shop seemed a little brighter, the air a little lighter. Riley turned back to the Jeep, her heart still racing but now with excitement. For the first time in a long time, she felt like maybe—just maybe—she has a place in the world outside of the garage too.

***

Riley stood in front of the mirror in her small bedroom, staring at her reflection. She’d traded her usual oil-stained coveralls for a simple navy-blue dress, its sleeveless cut emphasizing her armless shoulders. Her hair, normally tied back in a messy ponytail, was down, curling loosely around her face.

“You look great,” she whispered to herself, trying to believe it.

The sound of tires crunching on gravel outside the house pulled her from her thoughts. She glanced out the window and saw Alex’s car parked in the driveway. A nervous thrill shot through her as she grabbed her small purse with her toes, swung it over her shoulder and made her way outside.

Alex was leaning against the passenger door of his clean but slightly dented sedan, dressed in a casual button-up shirt and jeans. When he saw her, his face lit up.

“Wow,” he said, pushing off the car. “You look... amazing.”

Riley blushed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. “Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself.”

He grinned and opened the car door for her. “Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she said as she got in, beaming with happiness.

***

Alex took her to a cozy diner just outside of town. It wasn’t fancy, but it was warm and inviting, with checkered tablecloths and the smell of frying bacon in the air. Riley appreciated the casual vibe—it felt less intimidating than a formal restaurant.

They sat across from each other in a corner booth, talking as they waited for their food to arrive.

“I’ve been thinking about that Jeep you were working on,” Alex said. “Was it as bad as the Camry?”

Riley snorted. “Not even close. Your dad’s car was practically a death trap.”

Alex winced. “Yeah, he’s not exactly big on maintenance. I’m just glad he didn’t kill anyone.”

Riley shrugged. “That’s what we’re here for—to keep people like him alive despite their best efforts.”

Alex laughed, and Riley found herself relaxing. They talked about everything—work, school, their favorite music, and funny stories from high school. Riley was surprised at how easy it felt, how natural.

“So,” Alex said, leaning forward, “what made you want to be a mechanic? Was it your dad?”

“Partly,” Riley admitted, sipping her soda through a straw, her left foot under her chin. “But mostly it was just... I don’t know. I liked solving problems. Cars make sense to me. You figure out what’s wrong, you fix it, and they work. People are way more complicated.”

Alex nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I get that. But you’re good with people too, you know.”

Riley raised an eyebrow. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he said. “You didn’t just fix my dad’s car. You handled him, and that’s no small feat.”

Riley laughed, coverig her mouth with her toes. “Fair point.”

***

After the dinner, Alex suggested a walk by the nearby river. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. They strolled along the path, the cool evening breeze playing with the hem of her dress.

“So, you really had a crush on me all this time?Alex asked, his hands in his pockets.

Riley smiled. “Oh absolutely. But i never thought i stood a chance. I figured you're way out of my league.”

He stopped walking and turned to her, his expression serious. “Out of your league? Riley, you’re one of the coolest, smartest people I’ve ever met. If anything, I was worried you wouldn’t say yes.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked away, suddenly shy. “It’s just... I’ve always been self-conscious about, you know, not having arms. I didn’t think anyone would...”

“Would what?” Alex asked, stepping closer.

“Would see past that. I mean, in the shop, knee deep in the engine bay i feel perfectly confident, but outside, no matter how much i'm trying to be just like everyone else, i know how people look at me” she admitted.

Alex’s voice softened. “Riley, when I look at you, I don’t see someone without arms. I see someone who’s strong, determined, and amazing at what she does. That’s what matters to me. ”

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any trace of insincerity. She found none.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, a small smile forming.

***

They reached a wooden bench overlooking the river and sat down. The sound of water rushing over rocks filled the silence as they watched the last light of the day fade into twilight.

“Can I tell you something?” Alex asked.

“Sure,” Riley said, glancing at him.

“I used to be intimidated by you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “You always seemed so sure of yourself, like you didn’t care what anyone thought. It wasn’t until today I realized you were just as nervous about some things as the rest of us.”

Riley chuckled softly. “Yeah, well, I guess I’m a better actress than I thought.”

He turned to her, his expression serious again. “You don’t have to act around me, Riley. I like you just the way you are.”

The words, soft and reassuring, filled Riley with happiness. Riley’s heart raced as she met his gaze.

“Alex...” she started, but he interrupted her by leaning closer, his eyes asking for permission.

She nodded slightly, and their lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss.

When they pulled apart, Riley couldn’t help but smile. “Well, that was unexpected.”

“Good unexpected?” Alex asked, grinning.

“The best kind,” she said.

***

Alex dropped her off at home later that night, walking her to the door like a perfect gentleman.

“I had a great time tonight,” he said.

“Me too,” Riley replied, feeling a warmth she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“So... can I see you again?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

She smiled. “Definitely.”

***

Back in the present, Gus handed Riley the shop’s ledger as the two stood at the front counter. The cover was worn, the pages smudged with years of grime.

“Guess this makes it official,” he said, his voice thick. “Greaves & Daughter Auto Repair. You’re in charge now.”

Riley lifted her left foot and took the book in her toes, holding it carefully as she set it on the counter. “I won’t let you down, Dad.”

“I know you won’t” he said, patting her shoulder. “But don’t let yourself down either. You’ve got a gift, Riles. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

The clang of the shop bell interrupted them as a customer walked in. Riley squared her shoulders, stepping forward with a practiced smile.

“Welcome to Greaves & Daughter,” she said. “What can I do for you?”

#armless #no arms #dsdamputee #congenital amputee #amputee #mechanic girl #automechanic #literature

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blackbat05 · 2 months ago

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Friday Evenings

Evan Buckley x Reader (Not Gender Specified)

Plot: It’s another Friday evening at the library, but that doesn’t mean it has to be boring.

Genre: PG-13

A/N: Kinda like a comfort piece for myself. Also, I need to start writing again so I guess this is the way to go. Enjoy!

“Knock, knock!”

I look up from my laptop to find Evan holding a bag of takeout. “Uh, I know there's strictly no food in the library, but I was hoping you could make an exception.”

“Well, perks of being the library assistant. Come on over.” I invite him behind the circulation desk and draw the blinders. “Your timing is immaculate, I was just about to finish up the last bit of cataloging.”

“Cool, no rush.” Evan sets the bag down. “Can I take a look?” Curious Evan, always eager to learn more about everything around him. That was also what made him so attractive.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure it’ll just bore you.”

“Hey, how do you know what bores me?” His eyes twinkle and set himself beside me. My fingers quickly fly across the keyboard, entering the right value and category into each empty box. I scan the barcode of each book, registering it into the database before sticking the respective stickers on the book.

“Finished!” Despite the seemingly small task, it was still a task completed.

“That was amazing.”

“Says my boyfriend that fights fires for a living.” I dismiss him casually.

“Don’t do that.” Evan admonishes. “Did you know that in the past, people had to flip through thousands of cards to find the book that they wanted?” He gives me another fun fact to which I am amazed by once again. “You guys are like the keeper of books. Without you guys, there’s no knowledge and the whole world would burn to the ground.”

“And that’s why you’re my biggest hype man.” I say, giving him a kiss. “On behalf of all library staff, I would like to thank you for acknowledging our tireless efforts.” Fishing out a box of chow mein, I find my mouth salivating as I dive into the springy noodles.

Night falls as Evan and I talk about our week. From crazy rescues to patrons of different personalities, there was no dull moment.

“Lisa was so sweet. I always love to see when a child is so enthusiastic about reading. You hardly ever see that these days.” You gush.

“Tell me about it. Maddy and Chim are really trying their best to build that habit in Jee.” Evan agrees.

A clacking of shoes could be heard from behind the entrance. A stray strand of noodle hangs limply from Evan’s mouth. My eyes widen at the noise as I put a finger to my lips.

“Shit! I thought Marianne left! She’s gonna kill me if she finds out.” I hissed, eyes darting around wildly for a solution. Evan’s a step ahead of me as he swiftly removes all the damning evidence and packed it into the takeaway bag before ducking down under the circulation desk.

Not a second later, Marianne enters, completely unaware of the chaos that just happened.

“Hey! I left something behind. I need it for tomorrow’s class.” She comes closer and I can feel the sweat trickling down my back. I quickly push my chair to block her way, earning a curious stare from her.

“No worries! I can get it for you. Just stay right there.”

Before she can say anything else, I grab the cursed notebook belonging to Marianne, making back to my seat in top speed.

“Er… thanks!” Marianne slightly cocks her head in confusion. “You sure you okay? You seem a little jumpy.”

“Totally! Just can’t wait to get out of here. It’s a Public Holiday tomorrow after all.” I laughed. Somehow, I knew that Evan groaned from under the table at my poor attempt.

Marianne shrugs, taking her notebook. “Well, don’t stay long!”

She leaves, shutting the door behind her.

"Ouch..." Evan barely manages to get himself back on the chair. He grins at me. "Some dinner that was huh?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to give Marianne an opportunity for me to become office gossip. You know how older ladies are."

"Trust me. Have you seen Eddie's Aunt?"

The two of us burst into laughter, quickly piping down just in case Marianne was still within the vicinity.

"Anything I can help with?" Evan asks as we pack away the containers. "I need to fight the food coma."

"Hm... well I do need to shelve back today's returns." You tell him. "If we split up, it should be done in no time and we're out of here."

"Sounds like a plan."

I grab a trolley for Evan and assign him to a row. The two of us worked seamlessly, the rolling of the wheels on the carpet was the only sound that filled the library.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"I'm happy for you." He says sincerely. It doesn't take me long to piece together what he was referring to.

"You know, it still hurts sometimes." I tell him as I shelve a couple more books before going down the aisle. "But it hurts less."

The memories of not living up to the expectations of those who depended on me float around in my mind. The disappointment on people's faces when I told them I couldn't continue. The anger and self-hatred that I experienced because I essentially threw all that hard work and effort into the drain.

"Don't go there." Evan says sharply. "Don't beat yourself up for things that you couldn't control."

I give a weak smile. Evan had enough confidence for the two of us.

"You did what was the best in that moment. You just didn't know that it wasn't the right thing for you. That's okay. I mean look at me! I was wandering around aimlessly before I found the 118. It seems you may have found your place."

"What if it doesn't work out again?" My inner voice wins the battle to be let out into the open.

"Then you try again." Evan says it, as if it's so simple. "We're not going to put ourselves in a box for the rest of our lives. We got to try new things when we can. And that's exactly what you're doing."

The both of us reach the end of our respective aisles, cart empty. Evan comes close and hugs me. "Maddie says that hugs can really help to improve a person's mood."

Did I save an entire country in my past life for Evan to be by my side?

"You always know the right words to say."

"That's because they're the truth." Evan helps with the paper bags. "Now, as much as I really enjoyed secretly flouting the library rules, we should head for desert." His eyes twinkle. "I'm thinking of that gelato place down the street."

He knew the right words to say and the way to my stomach? Scratch that, he saved an entire continent with his selfless behavior.

"You took the words right out of my mouth."

Evan smiles widely and gets up from his chair.

“Come on. We’re not going to waste a perfectly good evening.”

Like I said, I didn’t know what I did to deserve Evan Buckley.

#evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #911 abc #oliver stark

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sissylittlefeather · 10 months ago

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How the Web Was Woven: The End

A/N: This. This series is my Mona Lisa, my Sistine Chapel, and these final brush strokes literally tore me apart. I poured my soul into this one. If you hate it, please don't tell me. But if you love it, please do because this is my everything. I hope it's enough.

Need to catch up? Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of death, illness, reference to sex, I think that's all.

Word count: ~2.5k

Four and a half years. That's all you have left. It's not enough.

******

The years slip away with Elvis going back and forth every couple of months like he did before. The kids get older, you get older, and Elvis gets older too. Every time he leaves, it tears out another piece of your heart knowing it's getting closer and closer to the last time you'll see him. He's in good spirits every time he visits, but it's hard not to notice his body declining. Making a portal to send him home gets harder and harder, but he still maintains that he's fine. You both know he's not, but what is there to do about it?

And then, before you know it, it's July of 2027, or 1977 for him. John Jessie is 10, Erin Love is 7. Your babies have been replaced with kids and your youthful, vigorous husband is replaced with a man you know is past his prime. He doesn't know it, but you do. He has a little over a month left and you find yourself falling apart at the smallest things. He kisses the back of your hand while you all watch a movie together and you have to get up and go to the bathroom to weep. He sings in the shower and you lay in your bed and rock your body while the tears stream down your cheeks. You drive to dinner with him in the backseat of your minivan between the kids watching a movie on the little screen that comes down from the ceiling of the car and when he laughs you almost have to pull over to keep from crashing as you drive with teary eyes.

He stays with you for a full three weeks because you continue making excuses to keep him around. You need him to help with this or the kids have something going on that he should be there for. In reality, you can't bear the thought of saying goodbye. Because this time you know it's really going to be goodbye. And you can't tell him, so he'll treat it like any other parting. He'll kiss your cheek and say "until next time, honey" like he always does.

But you know there won't be a next time. And the knowing is eating you alive.

In early August, a summer thunderstorm rips through in the middle of the night. Elvis is still there, wrapped around you breathing softly as you lay awake trying not to cry. There's a sharp flash of lightning and not ten seconds later, a crash of thunder tears into the quiet night. You listen for opening doors and sure enough, in less than a minute Erin is in your room and on your bed.

"Daddy!" Elvis sits up and she snuggles into his warmth. He strokes her hair and shushes her gently.

"You're okay, baby girl. Daddy's got you."

John Jessie walks up to the bed cautiously.

"She okay? I just came to check on Erin-" There's another flash of lightning and John Jessie jumps. When the thunder crashes, he crawls into the bed next to you. He might be a big 10-year-old, but you're still his mama. The rain is coming down in torrential waves and you hear hail start to plunk against the windows.

You and Elvis sit with both kids in between you and the power flickers. Erin gasps and John Jessie pats her hand.

"It's okay, sister." Elvis kisses her hair.

"Your brother is right, sweetheart. Nothin' to worry about."

Just then, the power goes out fully.

"Daddy!"

"We're alright. Your mama will go get a candle to light." He looks to you in the dark and you grab your phone and turn the flashlight on. Then, you slide out of bed to find a candle and a lighter. It takes you a minute of fumbling around the house to get what you're looking for. When you make your way back down the hall to the bedroom you pause just outside the door and your heart stops.

He's singing.

In the twilight glow I see

Blue eyes crying in the rain

When we kissed goodbye and parted

I knew we'd never meet again

Love is like a dying ember

And only memories remain

And through the ages I'll remember

Blue eyes crying in the rain

Some day when we meet up yonder

We'll stroll, hand in hand again

In a land that knows no parting

Blue eyes crying in the rain

When he reaches the end of the song, you're on your knees on the floor in the hallway, tears soaking the front of your night shirt, biting your knuckle and trying not to hyperventilate.

How will you survive without him?

You won't. You can't.

The power flicks back on and you hear both kids cheer. You quickly try to pull yourself back together and as you do, you make a decision.

You're not sure how you'll pull it off, or if you even can, but your mind is made up to try.

You walk back into the room and get back in bed with a new determination.

"You okay, honey?" Elvis looks at you curiously. You smile brightly.

"Mhmm! Now, let's get these kids back in their own beds." He shakes his head.

"You're somethin' else, honey. Twenty years together and you still keep me on my toes." He leans over and kisses you softly and then you each take a kid back to their bedroom. When you come back together, you settle into his arms and relax. Tomorrow, you'll think of a plan.

******

The next day comes and goes and so does Elvis. While the kids are at school, you make love and open a portal. You give him the next rendezvous point for the fall, knowing you'll see him before then. As expected, he kisses you and says he'll see you next time. Before he leaves, though, you grab him one last time and pull him into a deep kiss. Memories of every one of your kisses over the last 20 years comes crashing into you and you shake as you hold him, not wanting to let go. You have your plan, but if it doesn't work out, you want your last kiss to be a real one.

"Honey, do you want me to stay?" The portal shimmers behind him.

"Yes. But I know you can't."

"I don't have to go right now. We can make another one later." You look into his eyes, the same eyes that met yours in fear when he first appeared in 2007.

"No. If you don't go now, I'll never let you go."

"Honey, are you sure you're okay?" He doesn't want to leave you if there's something wrong.

"I'll be fine. Now go. I'll see you soon." He smiles softly and kisses your forehead.

"I love you with all of me, y/n. Always have and I always will."

"I love you too, Elvis." He squeezes you tightly one last time and then turns and walks through the portal. When it disappears, you sink to the floor. You have no more tears, so instead you pray. You pray for him, for his body and his soul. You pray for yourself and your kids. And you pray that your plan will work.

******

On August 15th, 1977, at 10:30 pm Elvis arrives at his dentist's office. It's a rather routine appointment, so he doesn't think too much of it. But when he gets back to the room and sees the shimmering portal, he's stunned.

This is not your agreed-upon meetup time or place. Somehow, he's alone in the room, but he knows he doesn't have much time before the dentist comes back. He decides there must be some urgent reason for you to show up here and a pang of worry hits him. Hopefully the kids are alright. The dentist knocks to let him know he's coming back in the room and Elvis takes a breath and walks through the portal, hoping he can get back without the dentist noticing.

"Honey, what the-" and then he sees you. Your eyes are wild and you're chewing on your thumbnail. It looks like you haven't slept in days, because you haven't, and your eyes are puffy and red with the remnants of your last crying spell. He immediately walks to you and wraps his arms around you. "What happened? Is it the kids?"

You lean against him and take in his warmth. You're afraid to move or speak in case something you do upsets him and causes what you're trying to avoid.

"No, it's not the kids. They're fine."

"Then what is-"

"It's you."

"Me? What about me?" You back up and look into his face. How will you tell him?

"You- if..." You trail off, not sure what to say.

"Honey, you're scaring me. You better tell me what's going on right now."

"I have to tell you something. And I need you to trust me. And then you have to make a choice." Your heart is pounding in your chest. You've thought of this moment so many times in the past two weeks and now it's here. The decision to give him a choice was not an easy one, but you know him. Telling him what to do is never the right option.

"Y/n. What the hell are you talking about?"

You take a deep breath, close your eyes and pray silently. Then, you open your eyes and look at him standing in front of you.

"You're going to die tomorrow." It hangs in the air between you like some tangible thing.

"What?" He almost whispers it.

"If you go back, you will die tomorrow. You have to."

"What do you mean, I have to?"

"Because you already did. Look." You hold your phone up to him and show him on Google. Elvis Presley, January 8th, 1935-August 16th, 1977.

He backs away from you and covers his mouth in shock. He shakes his head.

"No. I don't believe it."

"Elvis, why would I lie to you about this?" He looks up at you with tears in his eyes. He searches yours for evidence that this is some kind of cruel trick, but all he finds is sincerity and desperation.

"You said I have to make a choice."

"Yes. If you stay, I can take you to a hospital and we can try to save your life. But you can never go back. You'll be stuck in this timeline forever."

"I'll never see Lisa Marie again."

"No."

"I'll never perform again."

"Not as Elvis Presley, no."

"Elvis Presley is dead."

"Yes. But you could live as John Burrows." He sits down in a chair against the wall.

"That's a hell of a choice, honey."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Maybe if I'm supposed to die..." You nod and turn away from him. Your shoulders quake as your body is wracked with sobs. You don't want to impact his decision, but you can't control the anguish you feel at the thought of losing him. "But maybe you were meant to save me."

You turn back to him, your face shiny with tears. He walks to you and wraps you in his arms like he has so many times before. He presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes.

"Y/n, you've saved me a hundred times over. You've made my life worth living. Save me one last time."

"You're sure that's what you want?"

"Yes."

******

The dentist rushes out to Ginger in the waiting room.

"Where did he go?"

"Who?"

"Elvis! He's gone!" She stands up and they frantically search the office, the parking lot, and the grounds of the building, but Elvis is nowhere to be found. Ginger calls Vernon in a panic.

"He's gone?"

"Vernon, it's like he disappeared! I don't know what could've happened." Vernon is quiet for a bit.

"Come home. I'll explain everything."

Back at Graceland, Vernon holds a discreet meeting with all of the most important people in Elvis's life. The conversation that occurs has been kept secret forever.

"Elvis is dead. Or, at least, that's what we're going to tell everyone. In 1960, Elvis sat me down once and warned me that this might happen. He said that there was a distinct possibility that he might disappear and never come back. If he did, he made me promise to proceed as if he was dead."

"What if he comes back?" Ginger is hysterical.

"He won't. He assured me he would be gone for good. You know how he is. We have to do what he asked."

Vernon looks around the room carefully.

"Elvis Presley is dead." They all nod in agreement.

"May he rest in peace."

******

The hospital staff think you're crazy when you insist that your husband is going to have a heart attack. Still, they run some tests and detect a good number of things wrong with him. They admit him and are shocked when he does, in fact, have a heart attack. Luckily, because he was already in the hospital, they're able to catch it quickly and stop it from doing too much damage. Still, this begins a health journey that will last the rest of his life.

But that's the important part.

He lives.

The miracles of modern medicine keep him alive well into his 70s. He watches your kids grow up. He cheers louder than anyone at every graduation and cries like a baby when he walks Erin Love down the aisle at her wedding. He even plays with his grandchildren and watches them grow up. He never stops missing Lisa Marie, but he's so grateful for the opportunity to be the dad he always wanted to be for John Jessie and Erin.

The two of you have your fights, like any other married couple, usually about you trying to feed him a heart-healthy diet. At one point he throws a whole baking sheet of salmon into the backyard to prove a point. You want to be mad, so you put your hands on your hips, but when he turns around to face you, you both erupt into laughter. You solve a lot of your problems by laughing together.

And once he's healthier, you spend a lot of time in bed together. Your lovemaking is not nearly as athletic as it used to be, but it's satisfying and you keep things interesting in your own ways.

But one thing has changed. You notice it the first time you have sex after his heart attack. You roll onto your back next to him sweating and breathing heavily and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

"Shhh. Honey, listen."

"What?"

"It's gone." And then you notice. There's no buzzing sound, no shimmery air.

No portal.

He sings quietly.

At last I'm where you want me

Don't you know, that's where I want to be?

I've been round for the last time

Oh, girl, what can I do?

Oh the time the web was woven,

How I fell in love, fell in love with you...

******

The End

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bronx-bomber87 · 11 months ago

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Happy Saturday all :) We only have 5 eps left in this season. I can’t believe it. 17 days to the premiere. Well 18 for me since I don't have cable just Hulu but still. Ahhh the Dim and Juicy Ep. I remember the 3 week hiatus to get to it was the worst. Felt like we had a lot of extended breaks in S5. Drove me insane. But anything is better than the one we’re coming out of now ha I’ll take 3 weeks over 9 months any day heh.

I liked the parallel in this how unhealthy Jake/Sava were. And how solid Tim and Lucy are. I mean Dim And Juicy were a mess. My god the man cheated on her more than once. They are not relationship goals lol I enjoyed them nonetheless though. I know Eric and Melissa had a blast filming this. Did my best to get everything in. Content heavy one. Let us get started.

5x18 Double Trouble

We hit the ground running in this one. Sava is waiting for Jake outside of prison. He’s getting released due to overcrowding. Not because he was good LOL Even Sava makes a crack it wasn't that. Been serving about 6 months for the drug charge got in 4x22. It’s a trip to watch them. We get all the benefits of Melissa and Eric’s chemistry inside another couple. It's wild. Sava all but squee's when she see's Jake which is pretty cute.

They launch themselves at each other once he’s free. All kisses and hands. Saying how much they missed each other. All the chemistry and swaying cuteness that comes with them. This scene is pretty cute to watch. They do look like they are so in love which makes what Jake does later so confusing and awful tbh. He greets her friend Lisa with a hug and you can see Sava breaks it up pretty quickly.

Sava brings Jake back to her side. Asking what he wants to do first? Being the classy gentlemen he is saying she knows what. Ha Horny horn dogs. I do love it though. it’s like getting the most reckless AU version of Tim and Lucy. Although they wouldn’t cheat so it’s not entirely accurate lol Sava asking him if he wants to go straight? Jake replying 'Nah, screw that. Let's be bad.'

This leads us into the documentary. Shots of Jake and Sava during it. My god they are sex crazed af. I think that’s why everyone loved watching them though. heh They legit were gonna make a sex tape and got caught LOL I remember being so excited and confused as to what this episode was going to be ha. All I knew was going to be a documentary one and I always have a soft spot for these ones.

We start off with Lucy getting mic’d up. She looks way more nervous this time around. Why you ask? Her person isn’t with her. Her safe space and grounding force is missing. She even asks why she can’t be interviewed with him? They want their POV's to be separate this time. It’s so sweet she misses him and needs his presence to calm her nerves. This makes me so happy I cannot.

We watch her take a deep breathe knowing they have to be apart. They ask how Lucy knew of Jake Butler in the first place? Lucy goes on to explain about Tamara’s car and drugs they found in it. Which led them to Jake. They bring up the fact he and Tim look alike. Tim is already grumpy and hates these damn things. What happens when you remove him away from his sunshine human.

He’s extra grumpy. It shows in his very first shot. His body language screaming how much he doesn’t want to be here. The crossed arms (mmm hello biceps.) Tim defiantly saying how they don’t look the same at all. Refusing to believe they are anything alike. Other than looks Jake is the complete opposite of everything Tim is for sure. He’s so sassy and salty when the director says they’re identical. ‘Says you.’ Oh my love. I adore you.

They come at Lucy with both barrels about being Dim and Juicy for their OP in 'Double Down.' Knowing their ‘pretend’ intimacy was so much more than that. Lucy looks like she’s getting overwhelmed poor thing. She tries to divert it back to what they accomplished with their OP. Not the fact that they were UC together as a couple. The director presses more asking if that’s when her and Tim became intimate?

There’s a reason they pulled Tim from her for these questions. He would’ve knocked this guy out for them being so personal. Also for making her feel uncomfortable asking them. She can’t even look the man in the face when she says this BS line about pretending. Cause it’s utter crap and she knows it. Yeah they were in other relationships at the time. To quote Angela from 5x01 ‘All true. Not what I asked.’

Lucy defending them both. Saying they didn’t get together until they were both single. Which is true and I am eternally grateful for. Do love her making sure everyone knows this. That they didn’t do anything untoward during their OP. Cause they wouldn’t while in relationships. Not who they are. They were damn close but didn't. Why they are the opposite of Jake/Sava. The director says he wants to dial in on that. Lucy becoming agitated asking do we really have to?

These questions clearly getting under her skin. The director noting it’s astronomical they would even meet the both of them. Let alone have both Jake/Sava together and her and Tim as well in a relationship. Before she can answer Tim interrupts says interview is over. She asks what's wrong? He tells her not here.. Lucy thinking it’s linked to questions she’s being asked. I love him holding the door for her as they leave. Ever the gentlemen.

The closeness and height difference is glorious in this shot. You can tell when they’re alone by her body language Lucy goes into calm down Tim mode. Her hand reaching out for his and subtly touching it. Thinking she has to get him to settle down for hearing those questions. Before Lucy can talk Tim explains why he removed her. Has nothing to do with that. He pulled her over because Jake has gone missing. Doesn’t want to do police work in front of the cameras. Saying Nolan and Celia got missing persons call and it’s about Jake. Lucy is shocked saying 'What?'

Nolan and Celina show up and Sava is freaking out cause Jake is missing. The director asks why Jake and Sava are at a mansion in Beverley Hills? We find out they’ve been casing rich families. Taking over jobs like handy man, nanny etc so they can live in these fancy houses and steal their stuff. It’s pretty smart despite being awful LOL This last family needed a handy man. Jake beats the crap out of the current one. Strong arms his way into taking his job.

I do love seeing how tall he is in that camera shot. mmm. Tall drink of water that man. Jeans and a leather jacket? Yum. Gimme. Luckily this family needed a nanny as well. So they both fit right into this scenario. Angela saying Sava slid right in LMAO I’m dying at Wes’s reaction. They’re so cute I can’t stand it. I do love me some Wopez. He tells her that's a really descriptive way to say it HA These documentaries always produce the funniest little moments like this. Why I love these and have a soft spot for them.

We return to Nolan’s and Celina questioning Sava. She is still panicking. Saying this is why she didn't want to call the cops. Nolan noting because they're doing something illegal? She tries to defend their jobs there. That they're "straight" now. John gets her back on track by saying Jake disappeared? We cut to another video slash moment. Sava and her videos ha it is super cute how he looks at the camera. That smile we all love. Jake saying she needs to remind him to erase security footage. My god they’re sex bunnies LMFAO. He gets up to grab another beer and asks if she wants anything? She said lobster salad.

The ass tap he gives her on his way to get another beer. my goodness. I love it. Reeling over here. Don't worry about me. They must’ve had so much fun filming this. I mean Eric mentioned it was one of fav eps of the season. The BTS they did leading up to his showed how much they enjoyed it. Her little dance after he says he’ll get her lobster salad. Haha Sava just living her best life in this moment and it’s showing. Sadly this is the last time Jake is seen alive on camera.

We find out Jake took off and never told Sava where he was going. Which is heartbreaking. Because she clearly loved this man very much. Moral compass or not she loved Jake. That gets them on the topic of lying and secrets in a relationship. They ask her if Tim and her keep secrets? Lucy says nothing big.

That honesty is the most important thing in a relationship. Cutting to Tim and his reply I’m rolling. Eric killing it in this episode with his sarcasm. The king delivers once again. I mean he’s not wrong he is sitting there because of her secret. Well intentioned secret though LOL One born out of love. This one was funnier than the other two I thought. Just lots of funny/punchy bits like this one. I enjoyed it so much.

We return to station. Aaron’s calling in he found a body. That it’s Tim. The expressions in this scene are primo. First off Lucy and Celina's confusion is hysterical. Standing next to him and hearing this when he's very much not. Tim looks so annoyed Aaron couldn’t tell it wasn’t him LOL Also irritated at the thought of being dead. Like he's insulted he would ever be dead in a dumpster haha Oh Tim I love you so much.Like Aaron you’re all looking for Jake and your mind goes to Tim LMAO Never gonna live this down my dude....

Tim grabbing Lucy’s radio off her hip is doing things to me. I also adore the looks when he does. She just allows it only looking down. Such a deep level of comfortability in this action too. Lucy doesn’t react at all. Just used to Tim and his antics. It’s the little glances through out this portion love too. Tim's look into the camera cracking up as well. Like this friggin dope thinking i'm dead... His face the literal version of SMH ha I loved this mini moment so much.

They ask Tim if it was disconcerting he saw a version of himself dead in the dumpster? Being Tim he’s not going to show a documentary crew of all people his vulnerability. That’s reserved for one person and one person only. We shoot back to Lucy who says she has nightmares. God I can only imagine the nightmares seeing that produced for her though. Even though it wasn’t him you know she carried that with her when they left.

I bet you she had nightmares that night and Tim had to soothe her. Damn that would be good fic... LOL Anyways they ask Lucy if she thinks Tim has nightmares? Lucy tells them no but he’s been doing the job longer. I love her defending his high walls though. Saying why they’re in place. Not wanting them to judge him for it. Refusing to let anyone cast a negative light on him.

The director asks if she’s jealous he can turn it off like that? Lucy’s answer is great because it’s very her. Telling them No. Personally she needs to feel for people it’s who she is. I totally get that I am a massive empath. It’s how I connect with people as well. It has it's downsides it’s true but worth it in the end. When they ask her bout his walls being an issue? I LOVE her smile. Because those walls have never really been an issue. A challenge for Lucy yes in slowly breaking his down over the years. But never an obstacle for them.

We all know she saw behind his walls very early on in their relationship. Saw the man hiding behind that wall. Tim has been a soft marshmallow for her for YEARS. Legit years. Why she has zero hesitation in her reply. He was soft for her long before they got together. It’s just now he allows himself to fully be this way openly and he’s ok with it. Well when they’re alone he is. Of course he’s going to be rough and grumpy with the crew. They’re not his person. Nor would he ever tell them he was soft for her.

That's not Tim Bradford at all. But his actions speak louder than his words ever could. You have to earn that out of him though. Lucy earned it million times over. Why she is the only one who gets to see it. Does crack me up the way the director says. ‘No sir....’ After Tim asks him if he looks like a big softy? You know Tim loved instilling that fear in him. He may be super gone for his wife. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t command fear and respect around everyone else. These two the epitome of Grumpy x Sunshine per usual. Tim is hard ass unless you’ve made past his wall. He loves Lucy most so she gets all the soft goodies haha

Sava shows the director a video she’s scared to share with the team after being questioned. Thinking they’re gonna use it against her. It’s a video of them driving around being all cute. Saying I love you to the camera and such. But then get run off the road in an attempt to kill them. Their car gets totaled and Jake has them bail completely. Car and everything they leave behind. They were able to locate the car for evidence after they see this.

They couldn’t get anything from the car scrapings unfortunately. Had the most common paint out there. So another layer was added to this mystery. Who was the driver? Sava then gets a text threatening her about an item she had no idea about. One that needed to be delivered. It was sent to her and Jake. The texts went on to be violent in nature toward Sava. So it was time for Lucy to go UC to figure this out. Meet up with this person threatening her.

Thanks to Lucy’s UC Op the SL finally has some answers. The guy contacting them was related to Jake they were cousins. He was into some shady stuff and was an international arms dealer. This where I really feel bad for Sava. She had no idea about these back ally dealings he was doing. Not only that but he was cutting her out of the deal on top of it. That Jake targeted this family for a specific reason and she had no idea. Makes me sad when she says she thought he loved her oof.

That she knew him. Pretty sad. We find out later through Sava. That Jake always had a burner phone. They were able to get that number through this whole thing with the shady cousin. It’s where we find out Jake was cheating on Sava. Again….Lucy calling him the Shakespeare of sexting LOL They ask her if she’ll read some of them? It’s adorable how flustered she gets. Saying she can’t her Nana would be watching this. HA

The director does the dumbest thing he could do. Asking Tim if he would read some? Like did you really think that was gonna happen bud? Like really? His reply of if Lucy wasn’t gonna he sure as hell wasn’t going to. Telling him to take that away from him. Have you not paid attention at all in these documentaries? Why would they think asking was a good idea? LMFAO Mess with the bull gonna get the horns people.

We find out the person Jake was cheating on Sava with was Lisa. Her best friend…Like damn it’s bad enough to cheat but with her best friend? God…As douchey as it gets on his part. Jake breaks up with her via text but Lisa can’t handle the fact he was choosing Sava. It’s when everything comes together. We find out she tried to run them off the road and kill them. When that failed she asks for Jake’s forgiveness. Wanting to meet up. When he showed up she killed him immediately and dumped his body. Shit….That's a seriously scorned women right there.

This next portion is the definition Grumpy x Sunshine. They ultimately decide not to charge Sava with anything. The director asking what Lucy thinks of this? She of course gives the softest, most empathetic, and hopeful answer. Because it’s Lucy Chen. She exudes all that in her decision making. It is her super power after all. Naturally her answer was geared towards a second chance. Thinking maybe this will put Sava on the right path.

We cut to Tim saying ‘Of course she said that.’ He knows his girl so well. What’s so great here is his expression as he says it. That smile of his when he says that line. We all know one of the reasons he fell for her is that sunshine. That empathy and her seeing the best in people. She charmed her way into his heart with it. He truly does admire her for it. You can see the fond affection his face and tone when he says this.

He may not agree with her but he loves that about her. The man loves her so much even when he’s being sassy it comes off as affectionate. It's the first time we see him smile this episode. Why? He’s talking about Lucy. She brings it out in him. She melts him even without even being present. Just the thought of her and he lights up. Her compassion is one of his fav things about her. Gah they cute.

They finally get to to be interviewed together. It’s the best part of the episode. Director not wasting any time with his first question. Asking them if they’re worried cause their doppelgänger relationship was so dysfunctional? Lucy once again seeing the best in them. Telling him it was an unfair characterization of them. That Jake cheated not only that but cut her out of a gun deal after that. Not healthy in the least but to her not dysfunctional.

I adore how riled up Tim is with his questions. Protective Tim has entered this conversation. Getting very agitated with what he’s implying. Look at how Lucy looks at Tim as he goes off on his rant. She loves this man sitting next to her. Grumpy rants and all. The amount of affection on her face as he continues his tangent. She could watch him go off all day. My heart. The director saying he thinks it's reasonable question. Tim doesn't agree and tells him off. Saying they’re working too hard. Ha I love him.

Tim continues on (very passionately might I add) about separating their relationship from Jake/Sava’s. Want's to make it VERY clear they are nothing like those two. That the only thing they share is looks. He is so offended he would even compare the two. I mean it’s true. They’re not on the same planet as Tim and Lucy. Lucy continues to look at her man with serious heart eyes. Her smile giving me all the feels.

She is loving his fierce defense of them as a couple. Saying Jake/Sava based their lives on deceit. Of course it infected their relationship. He’s not wrong…This next bit gets me all in my feels. The way he looks over at Lucy. A real genuine smile just for her. Look at his smile. I'm a puddle. He is the absolute softest for her. *heart clutch*

Saying they’re in a very different place. His passionate defense is of them is sexy if you ask me. Also look how different he is with her by his side. Sharing more than he's been doing in his previous interviews. Being a little vulnerable cause she’s there with him. More than he has the entire episode. I cannot. This makes my heart so happy.

The look on Lucy’s face when they ask what place they’re in? She is also ready to throw down with them. Incensed they would even ask that. Her reply is perfection. Saying ‘If you don’t know, then you haven’t been paying attention.’ I remember thinking this was a shot at anyone complaining this season. (and I LOVED it) Which blew my mind btw whenever I saw it. Cause if you could be negative in a season this good what makes you happy? I remember unfollowing some people cause I didn't want their tainted vision in my feed. If you could look at their relationship and not see the beautiful progression you weren't watching the same season as me.

To not see what they’ve built to this point in the season. You are like Lucy said clearly not paying attention. I remember seeing some posts about not enough PDA, kisses or intimacy. (there was lots of intimacy btw just not straight up making out) You’re missing the point of the realistic healthy adult relationship that's being portrayed. They're not teenagers who will be angsty over nothing. These are people in a stage of their life where that nonsense isn't going to happen. Any angst they've had has been productive. If you came out of this episode thinking they needed to be more like Jake/Sava you missed the point entirely. Of this season really. They are not them.

The beauty of Lucy and Tim is in the small tender moments. The little things that add up to so much. Yes I love kisses and such don't get me wrong. God I love them. Will lose my mind over any in S6 no doubt. But there is so much more to a relationship than just that. The emotional intimacy and how they’ve grown together since 5x10 is unreal. The massive shift in Tim alone is enough to tell you how well written they are. What a healthy adult relationship looks like. Had their bumps along the way but what couples doesn’t? I just loved that line from Lucy. S5 is a game changer in the best way for them. If you can’t see it or how they've both grown together you clearly haven’t been paying attention. That line was amazing and I loved her saying as such.

The director takes shot at what place they're in. Coming up with some buzz words. As generic as he could possibly be. Lucy calls him out for it. Because it no where near describes what these two have. Tim is simmering as this guy continues to try and rile them up. I adore him ready to go off and Lucy immediately calms him with a single touch. That’s all takes for him to go from raging bull to heart eye Tim in an instant for her.

Tim was ready to thrown the hell down. I love protective Tim. Lucy taking the wheel in this moment is everything. Her touch basically saying she's got this. Looking directly at her man when she says this next line above. Also don’t think I didn’t see your eyes move to his lips madam. I do adore how she is looking at him. Exuding every ounce of love in her body for him as she speaks. They’re so in love make my heart hurt in the best way. Her eyes so full of warmth and affection for the man sitting next to her. They really are in a beautiful place. Making my shipper heart so very happy.

Tim’s sweet smiles as she rubs her thumb up and down his wrist in a soothing manner. I love it so very much. Never be over how she make's sure to keep eye contact as she calms him down. Tim also doesn't break his eye contact with her as she does this. They're killing me with all the shipper feels in this moment.

Let’s not forget her necklace on full display here. In this beautiful moment. Happy looks so damn good on them everyone. Another thing I love so much is how Tim lets her take over. He was ready to shut this down. Kick them out. She places her hand on his arm and he’s at peace. Lets her direct them from here on out. Only Lucy has the power to soothe him this quickly and effectively.

She’s calmed Tim down enough to have him rejoin the convo. Saying as police officer your future is never certain. Lucy adding on anything can happen at any time. Tim rolling it into kicking them out is amazing. Telling them straight up they’ve overstayed their welcome at this point. I mean they really have LOL Cracks me up how she turns her head towards him. Not really shocked but realizing he's over this now. Her smile is the best.

I love him pointing his finger. The shots at his relationship with Lucy were his breaking point. That is the most precious thing in world to him. Something so sacred. Why Lucy had to stop him from eating them lol Lucy’s reaction is the best. She loves this insane man sitting next to her so much. Her pushing his arm down like 'Ok babe that’s enough.' lmao. Such a wifey move to do that but also she knows Tim is at his limit. Tells them it's time to go now....

I love them instantly going into couple time mode once it's over. Lucy asking if he wants sushi? Tim saying how it’s perfect. Then looks back at them glaringly. Saying this place better be spotless when they get back. I love her escorting him out of the apt. Hand on his back directing him towards the front door before he pops off more. Such a married move. God damn I love them so much everyone. Fantastic ep from start to finish. ❤️

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Side notes-non chenford

Grey’s picture and how happy it makes him I love it so much. It’s so cute I can’t stand it.

He was so distraught when it was destroyed lol They replace it and it’s so sweet hilarious adorable thing for Grey.

Thank you to all my readers you make my entire day when you like, comment and reblog. Tis been a joy for me. See you all in 5x19 :)

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My Friends Uncle

Chapter 2:The Barbecue

Relationship: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Sorry this kept getting pushed loves, I was lowkey lacking on this one and I just had school and work on top of it, but thankfully it’s finally yours! Also I apologize if this seems rushed for y’all, I was trying to finish it as soon as possible for you guys. But it’s finally here! So here y’all go! Hope you like it!

Summary: Being invited to another families barbecue is a chivalrous act, welcoming feeling, well let’s just say Reader gets more than a barbecue feast

Word Count: 9.3k

Warning ⚠️: Kissing, Smut, Fingering, P in V, you know the tags. (18+) {NO MINORS!!}

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Three weeks. Three long fucking weeks it has been since the night with Chris occurred. And from those weeks, neither one of you had any sort of contact whatsoever, merely because neither of you were able to exchange numbers. When you had awaken around noon and made your way downstairs, you realized the only people who were awake in the kitchen were Lisa, Ashley’s mom, Ashley herself looking completely dehydrated and still drunk, and right beside her was her younger brother, CJ, who was devouring a plate of waffles. The man of the house was nowhere to be seen or heard, as well as Chris. It was later that day you learned they had left to buy some supplies they needed since they had promised Lisa they’d finished building her gazebo. Unfortunately, by the time they had made their way back to the house, Lisa had already driven you back to your house.

That was three weeks ago, and if you were completely honest, you were desperate to see him again, yet the day never came. Whenever you’d go to Ashley’s you’d always hope he’d be there, but would always be left in disappointment when he wasn’t. You understood why neither of you were able to see each other, you were busy with school, family of your own, he was busy with work and his own personal issues he might have that the day to see one another just isn’t able to happen. However, what you didn’t know was how much Chris craved you just as much as you craved him. Ever since that night he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind, it’s all he can think about. The way you weighed underneath him, the way his named slipped from your mouth with each thrust he’d sent you, the way your whole skin glowed under the kitchen light, the way you smiled, laughed, you. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. For the past three weeks, work has been a challenge for him considering his mind was always replaying the night’s events, nearly chopped off his own thumb while cutting a plank of wood when his mind had drifted off once again.

You were addicting and he was absolutely hooked on you. He needed you, he wanted you, yet the right day just hasn’t come. He’s thought about asking for you, but didn’t want to seem like a weirdo, nor did he want to rise suspicions from his family. He didn’t have any sort of social media so searching for your name was a bust, so he kept quiet. Quietly suffered until he eventually was able to see you again, so for now he’ll enjoy his families and friends company with some homemade barbecue and a couple of beers, after a long day at work he sure needed.

Chris sat on the bench, facing the house, beer bottle next to him as he prepared the barbecue sauce, while his brother and father hovered over the grill, his mom was somewhere inside the house grabbing whatever she needed along with Lisa and his two younger sisters baking desert in the kitchen. Some nephews and nieces were inside while some played outside.. let him rephrase that, the boys were inside playing the Nintendo while the girls played outside. Everyone was enjoying the day laughing, talking to one another, sharing stories and beers, it made Chris feel at ease, made him feel at home, but he wouldn’t lie when he admitted he’d enjoy it even more if he got to see you again. Hell, he wished you were there, maybe not sitting next to him with your hand interlocked with his, but just being there enjoying the day would brighten his day even more.

“You done with the sauce boy?” The sound of his fathers rough voice breaks Chris out of his thoughts, apparently he’d been mixing the barbecue for over 20 minutes now,

“Uh-Yeah,” He quickly says as he extends his hand with the bowl to his father, cheeks slightly heated when he gets a couple chuckles from his friends,

“I don’t know pops, I think he should mix it for another 20,” Sebastian, a good friend of Chris teases over his shoulder, smirk wide on his lips when he brings his beer to his lips,

Everyone, including Chris chuckle at his comment. He’s really gotta keep it together.

“Hey guys,” A small voice rings from the side of the house causing every pair of eyes to turn,

Walking towards the bench with full arms of plastic bags was Ashley, however, the smile that was plastered on Chris’s face falls the same time his heart beats rapidly in his chest when his eyes land on the other small figure appearing behind his niece. Mirroring the same figure as Ashley, you too had loads of groceries in your hands, even tried balancing a small watermelon underneath your arm that nearly slips from its hold when you lock eyes with those bright blue orbs that you haven’t seen for three weeks straight. A shy smile begins tugging on your lips the longer you remain eye contact, but was soon interrupted when Ashley yells at every men staring in their direction for help.

Chris was the first one off the bench and quickly made his way to the both of you. He quicken his steps when he heard someone else walking behind him, but let’s pretend he just quicken his pace when he saw how you and Ashley were struggling in holding everything.

“Let me give you a hand,” Chris tells you once he stood in front of you,

“Thanks,” You softly respond, shy smile still visible on your lips as he quickly took the plastic bags from your hands, yet, he made sure to brush his hand on your arm before gently taking the last bag from your grip,

Your eyes grow slightly wide at the contact and immediately look over at Ashley, but she was too busy handing her own groceries to Sebastian to even notice what was happening. Plus, Chris’ hulking frame was blocking the whole scene. Smirking at your reaction with a short chuckle he turns around and begins walking with the groceries, leaving you with only the small watermelon and a slightly flustered look. Once gathering yourself, you walk beside Ashley and begin greeting everyone outside.

“Your mom is inside,” Ashley’s father tells her before turning back around to the grill,

“Oh shoot! I forgot the sodas and ice in the car,” Ashley claims, but before she can turn around you stop her,

“I’ll go, I forgot my phone in the car,”

“I’ll give you a hand,” Chris quickly volunteers before anyone else can, Nodding her head and not thinking much about it Ashley hands you her keys before making her way inside the house the same time you turn to walk towards the side entrance of the house with Chris following right behind,

Butterflies soon begin to stir in your stomach when you walk in silence but can hear the way his heavy steps crunch against the rocks as he follows you. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous around him, or so intimidated, this is what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been wishing for, to see him again but now that he’s right here, following in step with you, your nerves are skyrocketing like a madman wielding a machete. But with a deep inhale, you do your best in pushing down the buzzing feeling in your stomach and press the button on the remote to unlock the 2015 Land Rover. Walking towards the passenger side you open the door and look over your shoulder to find Chris standing behind the door. Blue eyes staring deep into your own.

“The ice is in the back,” You tell him, which he silently nods his head before making his way towards the trunk while you turn back to the passenger side,

As you grab your phone you can hear the trunk opening before hearing the sound of the ice being dragged against it. Once checking any messages and sending a quick message to your mom that you’ve arrived at Ashley’s, you make your way to the back of the car. However, the moment your frame was visible from the side of the car, a large hand is grabbing you by the elbow and shoving you against it, then feeling a pair of lips roughly colliding with yours. Earning a muffled groan and moan from you at the sudden moment, but react almost immediately to the kiss. One large hand cradled your cheek while the other gripped you tightly by the waist, squeezing every so often. Your own hands had already been lost in those brown soft locks of his, slightly pulling on his hair or massaging his scalp as you kiss him feverishly. However, the feeling of his knee slotting in between your legs and using that same hand that’s settled on your waist, he forces you down on his thigh earning a loud gasp from you which he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth.

The only sounds that can be heard is heavy breaths being shared and lips smacking with one another. It was risky, having a heated make out session right outside your friends driveway, where anyone can appear or catch you if they angled their heads, even people who can be casually walking down the sidewalk would have a full blown view of you two, but that was the least of both your concerns at the moment. The only thing you two cared for was each others mouths, arms, warmth, and nothing else.

You two were so lost in the moment that things quickly began escalating when he slightly changed the angle to where he was now thrusting his hips into you, earning another gasp from you but also a muffled groan from Chris, however, the moment he tried to pin you down inside the trunk a muffled yelp leaves your lips when your shirt had risen and your heated skin made contact with the ice.

“Sorry,” Chris whispers against your lips, causing a chuckle to erupt from the both of you,

Still placing gentle kisses against your lips, Chris effortlessly pulls you with him until you’re in a seated position in the trunk. Legs spread apart as he stands in between them, lips not once parting from yours and only continuously places feather like kisses on your soft lips. With one final peck on your lips, his large hands cradle your face as he slowly pulls away. Bright beautiful blue eyes staring down at you with a small smile on his lips.

“Hi,” He whispers, smile slightly widening as his thumb rubs soothing circles against your cheek,

You softly chuckle, (E/c) eyes staring upward with pure light and happiness, “Hi,”

You both stare at one another, same smile plastered on your faces and just enjoying each other’s presence.

“I missed you,” You finally admit, heart fluttering when his smile slightly widens,

“Me too,” He claims, thumb still rubbing soothing circles on your cheek before bending down to place another gentle kiss to your lips, “Let’s head back,” Chris mumbles against your lips after the third kiss to your lips,

As much as he wanted this moment to last, to have your warmth near him, your lips molding with his, he knew you two had been gone for too long already and needed to go back before anyone began having suspicions or having them come looking for you both. So with a small sad smile you nod your head at him as you begin climbing off the trunk, but once your feet hit the pavement Chris bends down once again to place a chaste kiss to your lips one last time. Breaking the kiss with a wide smile, Chris slightly steps to the side to let you walk away, but is quick to grab your wrist before you can stand by the car.

“Hey wait, gimme you’re phone,” He says, dropping your wrist to let you pull out your device from your back pocket,

Unlocking it you hand him your phone, where Chris begins tapping on your screen without hesitation. A couple seconds later he hands you your phone with a smile, looking down you noticed his name was displayed on your screen with a message of a heart emoji at the bottom of the screen. As you were staring down at your phone a notification rings, looking up you watch as he digs into his front pocket before pulling out his own phone and turning it to you, right on his screen was your phone number with the same heart. You smile with a short chuckle as you bring your eyes towards his, he smiles at you before quickly typing on his phone and pocketing it back in its place.

“C’mon, let’s go,” He motions his head to the side before picking up the bag of ice from the trunk and stepping aside for you to grab the soda cases before closing the trunk behind you,

Locking the car you both make your way back towards the backyard and joining the rest of the group as if nothing happened. The both of you got separated the moment you two appeared, you get dragged by Ashley inside the house to help her finishing baking the dessert, and Chris by his friends as they just started a game of poker. You both give one last look before being dragged away, yet, you were able to catch the way he sends you a small wink before walking inside the home, which of course causes your face to heat up.

Asshole. Is all you can think of with a small smirk as you walk into the kitchen, which did not help with your heated features as the memory from three weeks ago come to play. Luckily, the room was already warm due to the oven being on, so you could’ve easily used it as an excuse for your heated cheeks. That might’ve been a good excuse, but it sure didn’t subside as you helped mixed the batter in a bowl in the same goddamn counter he fucked you in.

Was it wrong to have such a forbidden dangerous secret? Absolutely. Was it wrong to feel turned on as you mixed the batter in the counter? Definitely. Did it stop the wide grin from tugging on the corner of your lips? Definitely not.

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9:30 pm

“You gonna spend the night again, (Y/n)?” Gavin, Ashley’s dad, asks you while you help with picking up cups and plates from the table,

You shake your head as you reach for a napkin that nearly falls off, “Not today, I promised my mom I’d be home to babysit tomorrow,”

“Alright, you want us to drive you home or is your mom coming?”

“No I was planning on getting an Uber,”

“You’re not getting an Uber,” Chris’s deep voice joins in on the conversation, noticing how his voice sounded firm and clear,

Both you and Gavin turn to him where he too was tossing beer bottles into a trash can, however, your eyes grow wide from the way his voice sounded heavy and demanding. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit it sparked something inside of you.

“Yeah c’mon, let one of us drive you,” Gavin agrees with his younger brother and waves a hand in the air, referring to the people who were still at the house,

“No it’s okay really, it’s too much of a drive for you guys and you guys we’re drinking,” You try again, it’s not that you didn’t want a ride, it definitely would save you money but you felt too much of a burden if they drove you home, you didn’t exactly live two blocks away and you also didn’t want to risk them being stopped by the cops,

They can be real assholes if they want. Plus, knowing that Chris would be the one to drive home was dangerous, very dangerous for many reasons and the thought of being alone with him again made those same butterflies rise in your stomach. Not from fear, but from nervousness and excitement.

“You’re not taking an Uber (Y/n), I’m taking you home,” Chris firmly demands as he throws a heavy trash bag into the trash can before turning to you, blue eyes staring directly into yours, almost as if challenging you to argue back,

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

“It’s settled then. You’ve got a ride,” Gavin says, clapping his hands with a small smile before patting his brother on the shoulder and thanking him,

“Just give me a sec to throw the trash and we can head out,” Chris tells you, hands filled with black bags,

You nod your head, “I’ll go say bye to Ashley and everyone else then,”

Nodding at you he turns to leave towards the trash cans while you make your way inside the home where the rest of the family remained chatting and cleaning the kitchen. Once bidding your farewells and telling Ashley her uncle will give you a ride home, which she smiles with a breath of relief when she knows you’ll be getting home safely, you ended up giving them a hand in washing the dishes meanwhile Chris was ready to leave. It was after rinsing the fifth plate under the sink when you hear his voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder you watch him give his own farewells to everyone, hugging and laughing with them before his eyes settle on your frame. You send him a small smile before turning back to the dish and rinsing off the remaining soap, while doing so you feel a large body stand next to you and a heavy hand settling on your lower half of your back.

“Ready?” He asks you, blue eyes looking directly into your own,

You smile at him with a nod before placing the clean dish on the rack with the rest of the dishes and wiping your hands with the towel dangling from the stove. You say your farewells once again and thank both Lisa and Ashley for always inviting you to their family gatherings, which they only wave you off before wrapping their arms around you with a wide welcoming smile.

Chris stood in the entrance of the kitchen admiring the whole thing, smile not once faltering from his lips as he watched his sister-in-law and niece embrace you, hugging you with warm, welcoming arms. It was something he’s always loved witnessing, it made him feel whole knowing you have always been accepted and welcomed into their family, and only wished you continued to be welcomed and accepted for whatever for the cause.

Once parting away from the mother and daughter, you turn to your left, locking eyes with Chris who stood leaning on the doorway with hands tucked into his pockets. Small smile on his lips.

“You ready?” He asks once again,

“Yeah,” You softly respond as you make your way towards him with Ashley following right behind you,

“Thanks again Uncle Chris for giving her a ride,” She tells him with a wide smile as she wraps her arms around his torso and burying her face into his stomach,

Chris smiles down at her as he wraps his own large arms around her, “You’re welcome Pug,” He places a peck on the crown of her head before looking up at you, eyes glimmering with deep lust, “Anytime,”

The look in his eyes was easy to hypnotize you, looking away from him seemed like a challenge, it was as if it had a hold on you the longer he stared at you, but eventually he ends it when he pulls away from Ashley, allowing you to exhale a soft shaky sigh through your nose. Stepping aside he lets you walk through the doorway as he waves goodbye to everyone one last time before hearing his heavy footsteps following you. Once outside, you wait for him to guide you to his car before walking. After walking past a couple of cars on the sidewalk, he eventually stops next to a black Audi A5 with the windows slightly tinted and rims colored black. It was a beautiful car for a beautiful man, making you fall even more. You stand and watch as he unlocks the car with the remote before opening the passenger side for you, making a shy smile form on your lips as you thank him before carefully climbing inside. The interior was just as beautiful as the rest of the car. Just like outside, the seats and dashboard were black leather, blue LED lights were visible underneath the door alongside where the gearshift rested in the middle, and it smelled like black ice mixed with his own cologne. It just screamed Chris all over it, making you fall in love with the car.. and him.

As you continued in admiring the car, the door to the drivers side opens up before Chris slides inside. Giving you a short smile he turns on the ignition and asks for directions, once placing it on the gps and revealing the minutes to your house Chris can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, causing you turn to him.

“Can’t believe you wanted to take an Uber,” He claims as he straps himself in and begins driving down the road,

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” You admit, fingers playing with the seatbelt around your waist,

A scoff leaves his lips, blue eyes turning to look at you but notices how your eyes are casted down on your lap. He didn’t like that, “Hey,” He softly says waiting until you meet his eyes, “You’re not, okay? My house is literally ten minutes away from you. It’s fine,”

Only ten? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe this entire time he was only ten minutes away from your parents home, from you. What a small fucking world. The ride to your parents house was in comfortable silence, except for his music playing softly through the speakers or both of your voices as you two would easily fall into a conversation. Literally about anything, from how the week treated you both, how school was going, to stories being shared between you two on what had happened throughout the weeks you both hadn’t seen each other. You both easily fell into conversation without any problems and that only made you realize just how much you two felt comfortable around each other, making a small smile tug on your lips from the realization.

After another few minutes driving, Chris eventually pulls into your street and within a couple blocks your house comes to view. Stopping a few feet away from the front lawn, Chris puts the gear in park and leaning his arm on the armrest.

“So who’s home?” Chris questions, eyes scanning the partly lit two story home before looking at you,

You glance out the window to see the living room light on along with the kitchen light, “Should be my parents and younger brothers,”

Chris hums watching the house once again before averting his gaze at you, only to already find your own eyes watching him in silence. You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something, to do something, anything. So Chris speaks first.

“You got a curfew I need to know about?” He whispers, hand reaching to place a strand of hair behind your ear,

You swallow, same butterflies building once again but you managed to slowly shake your head, eyes not once breaking away from his, “No.. just as long as I’m home to babysit tomorrow,”

Chris stays quiet, blue eyes darting from your eyes to your inviting lips to your covered chest then back up to your eyes. God how much he didn’t want the night to end, he barely even had you to himself since you’ve first arrived to his brothers house, you were with Ashley most of the time while he was with the adults by the grill. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t spare a few glances your way, but it did mean he wasn’t able to get you alone for a split second without risking you both. But now, now it was just the two of you, no one else to catch you two, to stop you both from wanting each other. So, clenching his jaw with a soft exhale through his nose he lets the words slip.

“Wanna go for a ride then?”

“Yes,” You answered a little too quickly but you could careless, hell, Chris could careless on how you responded because the moment your answer leaves your lips he’s making a u-turn to head down the street he came back from,

With shaky fingers you managed to send out a quick message to your mother, letting her know you were still at Ashley’s and possibly might spend the night, but that you’ll let her know. About a minute later you receive a message from her, letting you know it’s fine just as long as you kept your promise for the following day. You smile down at the phone and message her back, simply telling her ‘always’ with a heart emoji.

The ride back to what you were assuming was his home, was in comfortable, thick silence. Soft music still played through the speakers but even that wasn’t enough to keep the thick tension from fading, if you were being honest it only seemed to get thicker the closer you got to his home. Just like he had mentioned, ten minutes later and a couple turns later, he was parking his car by the curb. Once putting the gear in park, he gives you a small smile before climbing out the car where you follow in getting out yourself. Standing before you was a tall bricked building which gave you an aesthetic vibe from its faded grey color, to the fire escapes mounted on the side of the building. The sound of the car locking behind you brings your eyes away from the building to Chris who stood near the hood of his car, smile on his lips as he watched you admire the building, then motions his head to the left indicating to follow him, which you do with nervous feet.

Opening the main doors to the building, he lets you enter first before following behind you and leading the rest of the way. Not before grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers together as he walks towards the elevator’s, definitely not causing heat to rise on your cheeks at the unexpected action, but allow his fingers to slot themselves with your own. As you both waited for the elevator you took the time to observe your surroundings, noticing just how luxurious this building was, with a splash of rustic architecture displayed around the entire lobby. Nicely waxed wooden tiles laid on the floor, a few couches with coffee tables were scattered throughout the lobby, a black marble front desk stood by the entrance of the building with a man around his late forties sitting behind said desk, plants were also displayed in every corner as well as some dangling from the ceiling, a couple TV’s were hooked on walls showing the News or advertising certain promotions the building had. In your opinion, everything screamed rich, which had you wondering.

“So are you like.. a lawyer or something?” You suddenly asked, turning your gaze at the man who was quietly watching the elevator reach their floor,

The question brings out a wide smile along with a deep chuckle from him, “More like a construction worker. Me and my brother work with my old man,”

“Ohh that’s right, Evans Construction,” You claim with a smile, remembering the time when you had asked Ashley on what her uncle did for a living,

You were asking for a friend obviously.

Chris continues to smile down at you, “Yeah,” He starts as he looks around the lobby, “Guess it kinda pays the bills,”

Kinda? You think to yourself.

“Might need to work for your dad then if I kinda wanna pay for my college loans,” You joke, earning a soft chuckle from him,

“Would definitely love to see you in a tool belt,” He says, eyes raking your entire frame before settling on your eyes and continuing with, “Just.. a tool belt,”

A large smirk spreads on his face when he sees the way your cheeks flush bright red at his words, then chuckles once again when you shake your head in embarrassment and shove him away with the hand interlocked with his, but all he does is pull you with him as he walks inside the elevator, causing you to bump against his firm chest. Pushing a button on the panel behind your shoulder, he lets his blue orbs glance down at your own eyes. You feel a hand rest on your hip while the other softly cups your cheek, then feeling the way his fingers place a strand of hair behind your ear before watching the way he slowly bends down towards your lips. Your lips connect the same time the doors to the elevator shut close.

The kiss was gentle, caring, slow, but passionate. Both your mouths were molding together while your hot, warm tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance, then before you knew it he began pushing you backwards until your back gently collided against the left side of the elevator and immediately slotting his leg in between your own, earning a soft gasp from you when he forces your hips down on his thigh once again. Not only did your clothed core rubbed beautifully against his firm thigh, but you too felt the way his harden member poked against your own thigh, letting you know just how much he wants this, how much he craved you, how much he missed you.

Annoyingly, before things can get more heated the sound of the elevator ringing breaks you two apart. Chris quickly looks over his shoulder then back at you with a smile as he pulls away before grabbing your hand and leading you both out the elevator.

Taking a glance up at the number on top of the elevator doors you noticed you had stopped on the eighth floor, making your eyebrows raise when you catch a glimpse of a view from the window to your left as you got off the elevator. You wondered if he had a view, guess you’ll find out in a matter of minutes.

A couple doors later, you both stop in front of a black door that read 8F in the center. You stand behind Chris as he unlocks it then watch as he steps aside for your to entire first, he’s such a gentleman, you thought to yourself as you entire his home with a smile. Just as you step foot inside, the sound of something rattling and nails scraping against the wooden floor can be heard from down the hall and itching closer.

“You have a dog?!” You say with excitement as you watch the overly excited dog make it’s way towards the both of you, bending down you pet the handsome dog who excitedly ran towards you instead of his owner,

Chris chuckles as he places his keys on a small key bowl by the door, “Yeah, rescued the big guy a couple years back while we were working on a house in Savannah during the summer, his names Dodger,” He explains with a loving smile as he watches the way Dodger curls on the floor, stomach exposed as he waits for your loving scratches,

You let out a giggle as you go ahead and give him scratches on his belly, “You’re a handsome one ain’t ya?”

You receive a loud, happy, excited bark from the boxer-mix on the floor, widening your smile as you continue to give him belly scratches. A few belly rubs later, you rise from the floor with a satisfied smile on your lips as you watch Dodger get up from the ground, does the usual dog shake off before walking away with a wagging tail. Nails clicking against the floor is all you can hear in the home, causing a soft chuckle to escape from you. Turning around you notice how Chris is just staring at you while leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his front pockets as he scans your entire frame with a knowable look in his eyes. Without saying another word he slowly makes his way towards you then let’s his hand reach out towards your shirt before gently pulling you against his chest, where he immediately slots your mouths once again.

Like a machine programmed, your arms easily wrap around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks at the base of his neck as you melt against his lips. A certain tug on his locks causes a muffled moan to be heard from his throat, which he can’t help but deepen the kiss as he forces you to walk backwards until your back softly collides with the wall. His large frame traps you against the wall once again, but only for a split second before you start feeling one hand gripping the side of your waist while the other settles behind your thigh and in a swift motion your off the ground. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist while your hands hold onto the back of his neck in a firm grip, lips not once parting from each other as he begins walking further into the home.

You’re not really sure where he’s leading you both, but you’re assuming it’ll be either the couch or his bedroom, didn’t matter, just as long as you’re able to feel his warmth soon. The feeling of your body slightly bouncing in his hold answers your previous question when you can hear and feel him climbing up some stairs. Then hear how his boots stomp on the wooden floor as he makes his way down the hall and in a short time you suddenly feel him laying you down against cushion, which you assumed was his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he uses the arm he has wrapped around your lower half to shift you higher on his bed, which he does so easily, as if you weighed nothing. Knowing he can easily manhandle you without any effort definitely turns you on even more, igniting a kink that you didn’t know you had and only making the whole situation a thousand times more arousing.

A soft gasp escapes from you when he firmly knocks his hips against your clothed core, where he then uses the opportunity to lavish your neck at the new exposed skin.

“Chris.. please,” You beg with a breathless tone, small moans slipping from your lips every few seconds at the way his harden member teases you through thick layers,

“I got you,” Is all he whispers against your lips, pecking them one last time as he begins undoing the button on your jeans and not wasting time on lowering them down your legs along with your underwear,

It has been three weeks since he’s last had you, three weeks since he’s had your warmth, your taste, so matching the same eagerness as you he wasn’t going to waste another second. The moment he slips off your shoes and undergarments, tossing them somewhere behind his arm he spreads both your legs as wide as they can go before diving in. The first long, firm, hot lick against your core has your back arching off the bed with a breathless moan, hands immediately latching onto his hair and gripping tightly as he soon picks up the pace. His tongue lavishes your walls and clit, making firm circular movements against your bundle of nerves ripping moan after moan from you.

“Oh.. f-fuck,” You breathlessly moan when his tongue continues to attack your clit, but what causes your hips to slightly rise from the mattress is the feeling of his thick finger pushing its way inside,

The noise that rumbles up your chest and out your mouth is pure bliss as the new sensation buzzes throughout your body. The way his tongue feverishly laps against your clit with his thick finger pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace creates the most delicious friction at the pit of your stomach. The knot only seems to grow as he plunges another thick digit inside of you, bringing another noise from you as he picks up the pace. The sounds of your moans and filthy slurping noises coming between your legs bounces off the walls in the room, yet, they only seem to grow louder as you near the edge.

Your hips begin to move against his face as you near the end, but a firm arm pinning your hips to the bed halts your movements, making a whine escape from you but before you can plead to him he’s soon pumping his fingers and lapping at your clit in rapid pace.

“Oh my-..” Is the only thing that slips out your mouth as the pleasure only seem to increase as he vigorously pumps his finger inside of you,

From the way his thick fingers pumped inside of you to his tongue lapping away at your bundle of nerves and his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs was becoming too much, the knot forming in the bit of your stomach was becoming too tight for you to hold. Chris must’ve known or must’ve heard the way your breathing was coming in harsh puffs because he only seems to pick up his pace, pumping and licking at an incredible speed that has you once again arching off the bed while your hands grip onto his soft locks.

“Chris,” Was the last thing you breathlessly say before your orgasm hits you like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,

Chris’ fingers and tongue continue their rapid movements as you ride out your orgasm, causing a few twitches to erupt from your body when you become a little sensitive, but with one final lick to your clit Chris pulls away from your soaked core, slightly cursing under his breath at the sight. You had completely drenched his fingers, causing his member to throb painfully in his jeans at the delicious sight and god how he missed this. How he missed you.

With slow movements he begins placing gentle kissing against your thighs, beard slightly tickling against your skin, causing a small flinch from you and a small chuckle from the man who continued in lavishing your skin with feathery kisses. You on the other hand just laid there as you slowly came down from your high, you had definitely came harder than you’ve ever had, literally draining half of your energy from its intense orgasm. Chris must’ve noticed your relaxed, quiet form because you hear another deep chuckle coming from him. Opening your eyes, that you didn’t know were closed, you lock eyes with his, noticing just how dilated they were.

“Still with me baby?” Chris asks, smile spreading on his lips as he continues to take in your flushed form,

“Mmhmm,” Is all you’re able to mumble out which ends up in a short chuckle when you can picture just exactly how you look at the moment,

Smile still on his face, Chris furrows his brows as he removes a strand of hair from your eye, “Was that your first time?”

He couldn’t help but ask, not because he wanted to pry into your previous sex life but because the way you responded made him curious if you ever been on the receiving end. With an embarrassed look you slowly nod your head, answering his question.

Then it clicked.

“W-We’re you a vir..—,”

“No,” You quickly answer with a shake of your head when you knew the question that was coming, “I guess just… I guess they just didn’t know how to please a woman yet,”

You explain, slightly throwing shade to your ex, yet, you didn’t regret the words. Not one bit.

Chris chuckles, deep and dark, “Well, get use to it sweetheart because there’s plenty more where that came from,” He promises with a deep kiss,

“Looking forward to it,” You whisper against his lips, smile tugging on your own as you bring him down for another kiss, this time allowing his warm tongue to explore and face with yours,

The same time you feel his large hand sliding under your shirt and slowly treading upwards until he grips tightly on your covered breast, which of course brings another gasp from you, you allow your own hands to reach down towards his belt where you quickly undo it. Once unfastening the button of his jeans you let your hand reach down, firmly palming the large bulge that hides behind his navy briefs, earning a loud, muffled groan from the man above you. However, a deep animalistic growl vibrates from his throat the moment your small fingers wrap around his girth and begin stroking up and down.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers against your lips, body going absolutely stiff when your grip tightens around him the same time your strokes get faster,

Although, before you can continue or do more than stroking, he quickly shrugs off his shirt before pulling your hands off him to remove his own briefs and jeans. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, his large, leaking, girth of a brick rests heavily in between his legs and curling upwards towards his toned stomach. Just because you’ve already seen all of him that one time in the kitchen doesn’t mean you still don’t get speechless at just how big he really is. Hell, the sight of him again after three weeks has your mouth watering for him, it has you craving him, it has you desperate for him all over again.

Trailing your eyes up towards his chest you meet his eyes, noticing how they were already staring at you, wide smirk on his lips as he crawls towards you again. He latches his lips against yours again in a gentle, caring, slow manner before feeling his hands sliding your shirt off your frame then your bra. Settling back against the cushions you watch him scan your now exposed breast, watching the way his eyes slowly blink as his mouth slightly parts as he continues to admire the new fresh of skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” He whispers, large hands rising to grip both of your exposed breasts, letting a heavy sigh leave through your nose and heat to rise up your cheeks at the affection you currently were receiving,

His blue eyes trail up from where they were focused on the way his hands fit perfectly against your globes to your own blown out orbs. Licking his lips he bends down to latch against yours once again, at the same time he teases you by rubbing his leaking tip against your aching clit, earning a pathetic whimper from you, but it was pure music in Chris’ ears so he repeats his actions until those whimpers grew more desperate for attention. Yet, he couldn’t deny his own desperation, he’s been thinking of you and wanting you for three weeks and now that he has you splayed out beneath him, he’s not gonna waste another second.

With one last thrust of his hips, he removes one hand from your breast to dig through a drawer on your left. You hear him rummaging for a few seconds before feeling him pull away, opening your eyes you see him kneeling in between your legs as he tears a packet with his teeth. His blue eyes meet yours as a soft scoff escapes from you.

“Can’t be too careful,” He claims as he spits out the piece of plastic and pulls out the rubber from its hold,

A soft chuckles leaves your lips as you watch him slide it on, “Like we were the first time?”

Chris closes his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbles off his own lips, “I know I know,” Slightly opening your legs wider, he hovers above you once again and bends down to peck your lips before feeling him rub against your core and feeling the way he slowly starts pushing in,

A gasp falls off your lips as you feel the way his large girth stretches you open. As he continues to push in a deep groan rumbles in his throat when he feels your walls clamping down on him from the large intrusion, causing a large hand to grip the side of your waist to keep him grounded.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” He curses under his breath as he slowly continues to push the rest of his member,

In less than a second he’s soon deep into your core, earning a heavy sigh to fall from your lips as you get accustomed to him. Angling his head he pecks gentle kisses on your lips to distract you from the discomfort, but after a short while you mumble in between the kiss, letting him know he’s good to move. And boy did he do just that. The moment he gives your forehead one last peck he doesn’t waste time in pulling his hips back before slamming them back into you, earning a loud, choked whimper to escape from you. His pace quickens right after that, not once faltering, and not once did he fail to bring out beautiful noises from you with each thrust he gave you.

Soft grunts and groans can be heard deliciously in your ear as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, however, one particularly loud growl vibrates in your ear when you rake your nails against his back, which only arouses you even more. After a while, you feel him pull away and watch him lean back on his knees, large hands gripping onto both your legs and spreading them as wide as they can go while his bright, dilated, blue eyes looked down to where his cock pushed in and out of your glistening cunt. It was such a beautiful sight for him, loving the way his cock is splitting you open, loving the way your juices covered him, loving the way your lips looked red and raw. Everything.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers when his eyes trail up towards your body, watching with wide lustful eyes the way your breast bouncing with every snap of his hips,

Although, something inside of him snaps when his eyes land on your beautiful flushed face. Eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open with small moans escaping from you had him completely feral at the sight. Without thinking, he drops one hand from your knee and replaces it around your neck, earning an erotic moan to slip from you at the new added pressure. Fuck.. she’s perfect. Chris couldn’t help but think as your moans only grew as he picked up his pace and added a little more pressure to his hold. Not enough to cut off your airway, but enough to bring you back down to his cock.

“Oh my—,” You cry out when you feel him hoisting your leg to rest on the crook of his elbow and feeling the way the new angle allows him to plunge deeper inside of you,

Your hands are on your sides hold onto the white sheets with tight grip as your second orgasm approaches much quicker. With the way his cock is hitting your cervix in a brutal pace has the knot building in the pit of your stomach. Yet, what finally made the bridge collapse was the rough feeling of his thumb rubbing against your clit, bringing a loud gasp from you and causing your whole body to arch off the bed once again when your orgasm hits you hard.

“That’s it baby. Come for me,” Chris comments, blown eyes watching the way your whole body shakes at the intensity of your release, yet not once did he stop thrusting into you,

He eventually does slow down when you place a hand on his chest as you try pulling away due to being overstimulated, but of course he doesn’t let you. He stops his movements, but doesn’t let you pull away by gripping onto your hips and slamming you back down on his cock, earning a small yelp from you at the feeling.

“Ohh..fuck,” You breath out, hand still on his chest as you try and gather your breath,

Chris only smiles down at you before grabbing your hand that rests on his chest to place gentle kisses against your fingers, wrist and down your arm until he’s leaving a trail of kisses against your glowing skin till he reaches your burning, awaiting lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his sweaty locks at the base of his neck and gently massaging there.

After a few seconds of letting you rest, Chris pecks your lips, cheek and forehead before feeling him pull away and carefully slipping out of you. The empty feeling brings a shutter out of you, but watch as he gently turns your body till your stomach now lays against the comforter. You feel him place kisses along your neck and back then feel him slightly lifting your hips before feeling him sliding inside of you once again. Bringing a breathless moan from you when the new position feels tighter and deeper.

“Fuck baby,” You hear him behind your ear as he slowly rocks into you before once again picking up his pace, slamming his hips into you,

A gasp and a whimper falls from your lips as you grip onto the pillow in front of you, “C-Chris,”

“I know baby, just one more yeah?” He tells you, voice vibrating against your ear as he continues with his thrusts,

No words were able to form out of your mouth except for breathless moans and whimpers as he repositions himself behind you. Slightly resting a heavy hand on your back while keeping your hips up with his other, left your body slightly bent on the bed which not only allowed him to dig deeper into your core, but it also made the knot in your stomach to form quicker than you thought. In fact, it didn’t take long for your third orgasm of the night to hit you, causing pleasured cries to fall from your lips as your body shook from its intensity once again.

Due to your walls fluttering and clamping around him, Chris soon reaches his own peak with a loud groan behind your ear. With one final deep thrust he buries himself deep inside you as he empties inside the condom, hands barely catching his weight on either side of your head to not crush you when his energy drains from his release. You on the other hand could care less if he did or not, the last energy you had left had been washed away with your third orgasm that now you laid completely limp on the mattress. Your eyes fluttering close every now and then at the exhaustion that washes over you, yet you knew sleeping wasn’t an option. Not now anyways. As much as you craved sleep you knew you couldn’t.

As you fought your eyelids to remain open and fought the exhaustion that tried overpowering your body, you can hear the breathless pants coming from behind you as Chris gathered his breath. His hot breath fanned against your sweaty skin awhile leaning his forehead against your shoulder blades, then noticing how one of his hands still gripped tightly by your waist and feeling the way his—now soft—member was still buried inside of you.

“Shit,” Chris breathlessly says against your skin as he continues to gather himself,

Then, after taking another minute or so, he slowly begins pulling out of you, bringing another shutter through your exhausted body at the empty feeling once again. Without looking, or even attempting to rise your head from where it laid heavily against the bed, you hear him hiss under his breath, then a soft noise on the floor before feeling the bed dip by your side. Opening your eyes, that had been closed for nearly five minutes, you notice how he laid down on his back, eyes closed as he continued gathering his breath. Then watch as those bright blue orbs of his land on yours, small smile creeping its way on his face as he observes your own worn out eyes.

“Still with me?” He asks, letting the back of his knuckle rub against your cheek,

You hum, slightly nodding your head as best as you can while still leaning against the mattress, “Never better,”

A soft chuckle slips from his mouth, knuckle still rubbing soothing circles against your cheek as he reaches over to place a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling you against his chest. With as much strength and energy you can build, you slide over to him, leaning your head against his chest. Calm, soothing heartbeat thumping against your eardrums as you two laid there in each others arms, breathing, relaxing, talking quietly amongst each other about anything and everything. However, as much as you wanted this night to last, to just spend the remainder of the night in his arms till you both fell asleep, you knew you couldn’t. You had to get home before it get any later, so with an exhausted sigh you begin pulling away from his grip, but right as you managed to somewhat pull away from him he pulls you back down against his chest, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Chris,”

“Stay,” Is all he says, eyes closed as he kept you in his large arms,

“I can’t, I gotta go,” Chuckling once again you gently tap his peck before rising from his hold once again, but only settling into a sitting position beside him,

His arm falls around your waist at your new position, but doesn’t stop his fingers from rubbing patters against your skin as he watches you.

“Thought you didn’t have a curfew?” He asks, placing his other arm behind his head,

You smile down at him, “I don’t. But it’s getting late,”

He stays quiet for a few seconds. Eyes admiring your still slightly flushed face as he continues rubbing his pattern against your skin, “What time are your parents leaving you to babysit?”

You furrow your brows as you try to remember the exact time, “By noon, I think,”

“I’ll get you home before then,” He states, eyes not once parting from yours,

A smile tugs on your lips as you consider his offer with narrowed eyes, and knowing he knew you were debating on accepting his offer by the way his smile only widens. Then knowing he knows you’ve accepted it when he motions his head to the side.

“Stay,” He repeats, smile forming into a smirk when you roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head,

Quickly reaching over the edge of the bed to pull out your phone from its pocket, you sent a quick message to your mother letting her know you’ve decided to spent the night at Ashley’s but promise to be at the house before they leave. Once placing your phone on the bedside table, you quickly cuddle next to Chris who invited you with warm open arms. Placing a long gentle kiss on the crown of your head he wraps his arms around your frame before closing his eyes. Fingers now dancing along your shoulder blades as you both settle into conversation once again about random things, however, in a matter of minutes you both quickly drift off by the sounds of each others steady breathing.

In all your years of sleeping, you will admit, this was definitely by far the best nights of sleep you’ve ever gotten. A bit risky, but definitely worth it.

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- Hey y’all hope y’all enjoyed this update! This is definitely one of the longest fics I’ve written for this page.

-I’m honestly so glad it’s finally yours to read! I have been going back & forth with this one for so long now and I’m just relieved it’s done and yours!

-Thank Y’all To Those who remained patient and continue support my crappy works! 🫶🫶 Much Love To Y’all! ♥️

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#chris evans #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x original female character #chris evans x you #chris evans x smut #chris evans smut #marvel imagine #marvel cinematic universe #marvel x reader #My Friends Uncle AU

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amailboxlemur · 6 months ago

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Three years ago today I watched Young Royals for the first time.

Story time/long post incoming. I wasn’t in a great headspace at the time, but let me try to set the scene.

Spring of 2021 was still pretty deep in the pandemic. My province had been on lockdown (number 3) since the beginning of April and I hated working from home. Partly because teaching online piano lessons sucks. But also I live alone, and lockdown is too much alone time no matter how introverted you are. I think that spring I went about 6 weeks without speaking to someone in person who wasn’t like a grocery store cashier.

I decided to go stay with my parents for a few weeks so I could get some human interaction. At the time, I was mooching off my former roommate’s Netflix that was still signed in to our living room TV, so I didn’t have Netflix access.

I also love Red White and Royal Blue, and all of a sudden in early July the fandom got flooded. There were gifs of two unfamiliar teenage boys all over my dash. Fanart of two boys who looked like Alex and Henry captioned “Wilhelm and Simon”. There were a bunch of crossover fics popping up on AO3. I was curious, but mostly I just wanted to get a feel for the characters so I could read said crossover fics.

July 12th was my first day back teaching in person. (Side note: the health precautions we had in place for those lessons were WILD). I came back from my parents place in the morning, taught in the late afternoon/evening and returned home around 8 pm. I made supper and figured I’d try watching an episode of this “Young Royals” thing. I started it and remember groaning when I realized it was in Swedish so I’d have to focus and read subtitles instead of watching mindlessly (I’m too pretentious to watch the dubbed version, but it had been a long day)

“Oh that’s a beautiful boy with a beautiful voice singing… I can keep going…”

“Ohhh they’re about to kiss… wait what? How does episode 1 just end there??? I have to watch another episode!”

“Yay they finally kissed!! But how will Wilhelm react?? It’s not even 11 yet, I think I can watch one more”

“Erik is dead. I knew this was coming because I saw the “beta read but Erik’s still dead” tag on AO3 but totally forgot! How will this affect my boys?? One more episode, just to see if wilhelm pushes Simon away again”

“Ok good, they’re together. August sucks though, I can see where this is going and why there seem to be so many comparisons to rwrb. But it’s past midnight so I’ll have to keep watching tomorrow… wait there’s only two more episodes?? Might as well finish”

Before I knew it, it was 2 am and I was crying on my living room couch. I NEVER get into new shows, I have tons of things I watched 1-3 episodes of and then quit, so I couldn’t believe I binged the entire thing. It was late so I went to sleep.

In the morning I woke up and the rabbit hole began. I read all the fics on AO3, I started following young royals stuff on tumblr. I googled the actor who played Simon and found out he’s an actual Swedish pop star? I think he was among the first artists I followed using my then brand new Spotify account. I followed both Omar and Edvin on instagram, along with Lisa (other actors followed later). I watched all the young royals promo videos on YouTube, including the Hillerska choir performance. That entire summer was spent diving down Omar’s back catalog of Foo vlogs. Some of them are in Swedish, but I remember watching them intensely, as if I would magically understand if I tried hard enough. I started learning Swedish on duolingo.

When season 2 was released, I fully quit all social media for WEEKS to avoid spoilers. I spent 3 days carefully messing up my sleep schedule so I could wake up and watch it at 3 am. When season 3 was released I was such an excited puppy dog that I didn’t sleep at all. I watched it at 3 am and spent the whole rest of the day amped up and on tumblr.

I remember all kinds of fun and significant days in the fandom: Rockbjörnen 2021, musikhjälpan 2021. The lead up and release of Mi Casa Su Casa. The release of OMR. Omar gave me a birthday present in 2022 when he performed “breathe” on Nyhetsmorgon on my birthday. Gay gala 2022 but especially 2023. Both boys have done incredible sommarpratar. So many other galas and performances and photoshoots I’d be here all day listing them all out.

Becoming an Omar fangirl was also surprising. I don’t listen to or follow pop music (my definition of which is incredibly broad so yes, Omar’s music qualifies). Like, I’ve never had a favourite artist before? One who’s work I actively follow and whose releases I know about in advance and look forward to?

Omar announced his concert at Cirkus in November of 2023 and it fell at the end of a semester break from work. I could go without needing to refund or makeup any missed lessons. It felt like a sign. That week was genuinely one of the best in my life, words can’t even describe it. A transatlantic flight, a week in Europe. I got to see Kaggeholm. I met Omar at Lyko. I stood in general admission 3 rows back from the stage and heard Omar sing live and sang along with other fans. It was surreal. Shout out to @yrblogbaby @the-words-we-sung @crownedwille and @omarsimp, wow you’re all amazing. There was a queer joy to hanging out with y’all that weekend that I don’t get too often irl.

Since then, I’ve tried to internalize a little bit more the idea of community in fandom. I’m still not super out there, but I try to interact more. I lurked in this fandom (and so many others) for years. I made this account in something like 2011 and until recently I probably had less than 50 posts.

So yeah… saying this show changed my life feels dramatic but also accurate. Hopefully here’s to more years to come, and more good memories when I head to New York this fall!

#this got away from me #and made me emotional #but I realized not a single day has gone by in the last 3 years #that I didn’t think of yr or omar #which is insane to think about #personal #young royals #omar rudberg

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kittenofdoomage · 2 years ago

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Summer Lovin'

Summary: It was supposed to be a romantic getaway to recover from a tumultuous couple of years, except things hadn’t gone to plan. Can Jensen make it up to you?

Pairing: Jensen x female!reader

Word Count: 2831

Warnings: relationship angst, mentions of lockdown/the pandemic, fluff, smut, appreciation of Jensen (especially when wet), some disparaging remarks about his beard (I’m not a fan lmao)

Preview:

Blue sky. Sunshine. White sands on a long private beach, shared only by the few houses scattered along the shoreline. It had been nearly two years since anyone had been allowed to travel and you had been on the verge of going insane inside the same four walls of your house. And then, when you had finally managed to escape the monotony of lockdown in Austin, Jensen was called back for another round of reshoots, leaving you to travel alone to your vacation destination.

He was supposed to be there for two days at most. That had become a week, and you were finding little pleasure in the tropical getaway when you were all on your own, losing interest in every book on your Kindle and scrolling aimlessly through social media while not paying attention to anything around you. By the eighth day, you hadn’t even bothered to get dressed, lounging around the sunlit terrace of the rented beach house, sulking when your messages to Jensen went unread.

You dozed off around eleven am, stretched out on a lounger with your biggest sun hat covering your face.

A hand sliding over your thigh made you jolt awake what felt like moments later, and you came face to face with your husband. He smiled, keeping his hand where it was. “There she is,” he murmured.

“You made it,” you breathed, sitting up a little, smiling back. “I was starting to think you weren’t gonna.”

“Never,” he replied, leaning in to kiss you softly. “I’m sorry I took so long, but I’m all yours now.”

Your smile dampened a little. “For the next six days at least.”

Jensen shook his head. “Try the next two weeks. I scrubbed the calendar and extended our stay. Knew I had to make it up to you.”

“What?” you whispered, eyes widening. “But what about -”

“Ah,” he interrupted, catching your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, ”I already spoke to Lisa, she’s agreed to give you a little more time under the circumstances.” He nudged your leg, prompting you to shift on the lounger so he could slide in beside you. “I promised you two weeks of sun, fun, and me. I’m just holding up my end of the bargain.”

You chuckled lightly, leaning into him. “You sure you’re not compensating for anything?”

“Just my absence,” he bumped his nose against yours, “I swear.”

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#jensen x reader #jensen ackles fanfiction #fanfiction #spn #supernatural rpf #rpf #the boys rpf #fanfic

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jules-has-notes · 5 months ago

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Happily Ever After (Princess Academy) — PattyCake Productions music video

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Along with their conspiracy of villains, PattyCake had also gathered quite a few Disney princesses over the course of their "Unexpected Musicals". Those young ladies are known for their kindness and strength of character. So what better way to introduce this second original series than by having them help a pessimist find a sunnier outlook on life?

Details:

title: Princess Academy — s.1, ep.1 — Happily Ever After

performers: Ben Ptashinsky (Ted Pessiminsky); Olivia Adkins (Snow White); Brianna Fogden (Cinderella); Anna Ricks (Aurora); Emma Dahlin (Ariel / featured vocals); Tiana Akers (Belle / featured vocals); Maggie Wakim (Jasmine / featured vocals); Ciara de Leon (Pocahontas); Raven Wynn (Mulan); Breauna Horsham-Washington (Tiana / featured vocals); Allee Otwell (Rapunzel); Emily Gorsuch (Merida / featured vocals); Bayley True (Anna); Kristina Conophy (Elsa / featured vocals); Monica Joelle Ortiz (Moana / featured vocals); Lisa Glaze (Melody); Melanie Simpson (reporter); Hannah Laird & Kellie Rhianne (featured vocals)

written & arranged by: Layne Stein & Tony Wakim

screenplay by: James Keaton, Tony Wakim, & Layne Stein

release date: 21 November 2018

My favorite bits:

the last ticker item on the news broadcast making a sneaky reference to "The Disney Showman"

listing off the girls' various sidekicks 🕯️ 🐭 🕯️ 🪲 🦎 🐲 ☃️ 🦀 🐟 🐦

"Is this D23?" 😂

Merida, Moana, and Elsa voicing their dissent to the plan

"Is it too late to be taken out by the girl with the bow and arrow?"

"Who wrote this, Taylor Swift?" "Is she a princess?" …🤔

the lovely harmonies for ♫ "true love's kiss can break the curse" ♫

layering all their voices on the final ♫ "happily ever" ♫

Ted getting "knocked out" by another book so he can wake up

that meet-cute ending

Snow White adorably intruding on the outro

Trivia:

Olivia had been playing Snow White for PattyCake since their very first music video, "Snow Spears".

Anna had originally auditioned to play Ariel in "The Grande Mermaid", but Tony and Layne kept her in mind for Aurora.

Tiana was yet another of Tony's fellow "Beetlejuice Revue" alumni, having played cheerleaders Hip and Hop, and Cleo in the later "Mashup" version. She had also played Belle in the live stage show at Disney World.

Many of the other actresses were cast through an open audition process. (Which was a pretty sure bet, since PattyCake is so close to Disney World.) The final role cast was Monica as Moana.

This video was filmed at The Ballroom at Church Street, which PattyCake had previously used for their "Beauty and the Bieber" video, as well as Fernando Varela's "Phantom Showman" mashup.

During the week before it was released, the guys had some of the cast come into the studio for a few final pickups and ADR sessions to make sure it was as good as possible.

The guitar track was recorded by Ryan Simpson, who played Rick Grimes in PattyCake's "Walking Dead" music video a year and a half earlier.

In addition to playing the reporter, Melanie also served as the production manager for the video shoot.

Layne's family paid a visit to the set while the cast was getting ready so that the girls could meet their favorite princesses.

Because there were so many characters to style at once, Tony called in reinforcements from a few local businesses to provide some of the costume pieces, wigs, and jewelry.

Ben got caught looking over Raven's shoulder in between takes.

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PattyCake released a sing-a-long version of the song portion at the end of the month.

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Then they released an adorable blooper reel at the beginning of the year.

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#PattyCake Productions #music video #original music #Disney princesses #Disney heroes #music #video #series: Princess Academy #season 1

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coldinpants · 1 year ago

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My headcanons about the child of the Coldflash

Part 1/? (English version)

- They didn't take a kid from an orphanage or off the street like a stray puppy (because that's too boring aha). What if instead SPEEDFORCE JUST GIFTED THEM A BABY ABOUT EARLY FIVE YEARS OLD AND WAS LIKE, "RAISE HIM, YOU'RE FATHERS NOW, GOOD LUCK!!!"

- Barry and Len received no further instructions, only a boy who had facial features similar to both of them, but had Len's blue eyes and Barry's unruly brown hair

- The boy was named Michael (yes, I love Prison Break)

- Team Flash and the Rogue agreed that the situation was ridiculous, but they liked Michael so much that they quickly forgot about it and started cooing to him

- Michael was the reason Joe was able to finally accept Barry's relationship with Snart. West even shook Len's hand and gave him some parenting advice

- Iris and Lisa argued over who would be the coolest aunt, but they never got the chance to explain to Michael that he should pick one of them. They eventually resigned themselves to a tie because Michael cried

- Mick taught Michael some bad words so he could stand up to bullies on the street. Barry and Len weren't impressed, but Mick was very proud of his "tough guy" attitude

- Cisco made Michael so many toys that Barry had to have a talk with him about it because there was literally no space left in their house to store them in

- Caitlin is always "treating" Michael's teddy bear when he gets "bear fever"

- Michael loves playing chess with Gideon and affectionately calls her "robo-sister"

- Michael didn't have any superpowers, but he was obviously too smart for his age and knew too much to be human (which is not surprising, since he's basically a demigod)

- Barry and Len decide to raise Michael like a normal kid, despite the fact that his parents are a superhero and a criminal mastermind (and also a divine force calling itself Speedforce)

- Leonard reads Michael a bedtime story and Barry sings lullabies

- Michael cried for a long time when they started teasing him at school for saying his dad was the Flash. Barry was ready to reveal his second identity to the world and Leonard literally wanted to go fight with the kids, but both eventually came to a more logical solution.They moved Michael to another school and explained to him why he needed to keep his dads second lives a secret

- Leonard and Michael often fall asleep on the couch together while watching cartoons. Barry thinks it's so cute, he's already taken a million pictures on his phone

- Barry and Michael often dance together to songs from old musicals and it's Len's time to take pictures

- Michael complains to everyone around him that "his dads kiss too much" and is surprised when he gets laughter and smiles instead of sympathy

- One day Michael asks Barry and Len why they aren't married like the other parents. They end up playing the wedding in the kitchen, using dried fruit instead of wedding rings. A week later, Len buys real rings

#coldflash #leonard snart #barry allen #arrowverse

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bangtanuniversa · 1 year ago

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Milk Tea Kiss

Pairing: Taehyung / Reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers! AU, Barista! Tae (Baristae)

Word Count: 1449

It was all people could talk about in school- the famous Milk Tea Kiss from Bangtan Cafe. Sana, a seventh grader, drank it last week, and now she has a cute boyfriend. Lisa, a popular high school girl, had it on Friday; later that evening, she tripped and was caught by a stranger that would become her boyfriend. Even boys are no exception. Jin, who had made fun of Milk Tea Kiss for months, was dragged by Namjoon to try it for a dare. Now Jin has a pretty new partner.

“It’s creepy how well the drink worked.” Your friend, Irene, muttered.

“I’m curious. Something weird is going on with that drink.” You replied.

Irene shot you a devilish smirk, “I dare you to try it.”

You glared at her. “No!”

“Come on! It’s not that big of a deal. I’ll try it if you do it. Plus, I’ll pay for you.”

Ah. There’s no way you can refuse a free milk tea.

“Fine.” You grudgingly agreed and Irene let out a triumphant cry.

So here you are, standing in front of Bangtan Cafe, your hand gripping your school bag tightly with the money that Irene gave you tucked into your pocket. Irene had dance practice, so she couldn’t come along. She made you promise that you’ll take a video of you drinking Milk Tea Kiss and send it to her. What if the rumours are true? You know that most rumours are widely exaggerated, and you also know that there was no such thing as magic, but what if it’s fate?

You pushed open the glass door and walked in. Immediately, you felt the cosy aura. The cafe was quite busy, and the bell above your head jingled as the door closed. A boy at the counter looked up to meet your eyes. He had warm chocolate brown eyes framed by round silver glasses, and met your gaze with a smile, greeting you silently.

There was a long line, and to your amusement, most of the people in front of you ordered a Milk Tea Kiss. When you reached the boy (you read his nametag: Taehyung K.), he gave you another wide grin.

“W-what would you like to order?” His deep voice was very pleasant to listen to, and his small stutter made it even cuter.

The barista next to him (nametag: Jungkook J.) started laughing. “Seriously, Tae? You took a whole minute just to ask her that!”

Taehyung’s face turned red. “Stop it, Jungkook!”

“Uh…” At the sound of your voice, Taehyung looked up again, as if he forgot you were there. You felt slightly embarrassed as you say. “One Milk Tea Kiss please.”

Taehyung turned around to prepare your order, but not fast enough so you could see the smirk emerging on his lips. You felt your face heat up as you pulled out the money for the drink and handed it to him.

You found an empty table and took a sip of your drink. The taste was not overly sweet, and it was the best milk tea you ever had in your entire life. You ended up staying in the cafe for two hours, doing some homework while you basked in the calming atmosphere that the cafe had. Most of the customers had gone home, so the cafe was a lot quieter, making it easier to hear what the baristas were saying.

A high pitched voice broke through your concentration. “Tae-you just put sugar is someone’s black coffee! Did the customer even ask for that?”

“Jimin, shut up.”

Jimin giggled. “Oi, Suga! Isn’t Tae acting so weird today?”

Your eyes found Suga, a tired-looking man who possessed the best poker face you have ever seen. “Isn’t he always weird?”

“Suga-hyung! How could you betray me like that?”

The next voice you heard was Jungkook’s. “He’s acting like Jimin whenever he sees a pretty girl!”

You stifled a laugh behind your palm as Jimin tried to slap Jungkook. Jungkook pined down Jimin’s hands swiftly. You refocused on your math sheet, writing down a few answers with a pen.

“You’re kinda right.” Jimin mused. “Taehyunie must have seen a pretty girl somewhere.”

A loud thump came from where the baristas were, and you heard Jimin choke out another strange sound.

"Hm." Suga murmured, and soon enough you felt eyes boring into the side of your head. You tried your best to ignore them as Suga spoke. "There's only one female customer in the cafe right now.” He said this loud enough so that you could hear it, and you whipped around to glare at him. He only responded with a innocent smile.

"But she-"

"What do you think, Taehyunie?" Suga turned to him, an eyebrow raised in question. "Do you think that girl over there is pretty?"

You stiffened, pretending to be immersed in your worksheet, even though you were well aware that they knew you could hear them. Not that it mattered, because you'd rather die than let the cute dark-haired barista know that you were interested in what he was saying.

Taehyung seemed to sputter uncontrollably. "Yah! What are you talking about?"

Well that was more than enough confirmation for you. You lowered your head while staring at the numbers on your paper, trying to hide how red your face was getting.

"Guys, I think you've bothered her." You heard Jungkook's voice and cursed him silently as all of them turned around to look at you. You said nothing as you tried to shrink down in your chair.

"She looks upset," Jimin agreed, "I think she's pretty!" At that, you lifted your head to see if they were still watching you. The group seemed to be immersed in some kind of discussion again, but thankfully none of them were looking at you.

Taehyung muttered something under his breath. All of the baristas turned to look at him.

"What was that?" Jungkook said, a smirk on his face. You tried to listen as Taehyung repeated his statement, but all you heard was another murmur- loud enough for the other boys, but quiet enough that you had no clue what he said.

It was probably past five o'clock now anyways- you had to be heading home so you could eat dinner. The whole thing could wait another day- after all, you weren't sure you were going to be in any luck today. Maybe the Milk Tea Kiss only worked on certain people. You got up, shoved your notebook back into your bag and plugged in your headphones- a mistake, since you missed Suga saying, “if you think that, then go and tell her right now!”, as you pushed the door open.

You were only halfway down the street when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around, surprised, and your eyes met an equally stunned pair of warm brown eyes looking down at you. Taehyung?

Did he chase you all the way out here from the cafe? He was still in his apron and hat. Why was he even here? You made a mental checklist to make sure you hadn't left anything behind. All of your belongings were with you. Strange.

After a moment, Taehyung was still quiet, looking down at his feet. You pulled your headphones out. "Can...can I help you?"

"I thnn..I...hm...." Taehyung’s words came out in a low mumble as he continued.

You blinked in confusion. "Huh?" Even if he was cute like this, you had no idea what he actually wanted from you, and all you could think about was the dinner waiting for you at home.

You began to turn away. "Sorry, I have to-"

"I think you're pretty!"

You looked back slowly in shock. Taehyung seemed shocked at his own words too. In fact, the whole street probably heard it, considering how loud he'd yelled. A few schoolgirls who were on the opposite side of the road giggled as they passed by. Your ears started to heat up as you looked at Taehyung, who was nervously biting his lower lip. His whole face was pink now- it was unmistakable.

"You think I'm pretty?" Your voice came out higher than you would've liked, and you cleared your throat. Taehyung didn't say anything, and he simply gave an nod.

"That idiot Jungkook told me to chase after you. He said you might've misunderstood that I thought you were unattractive." Wow. You weren't sure how to respond to this situation.

"You're coming back to Bangtan Cafe, right?" Taehyung asked shyly.

You laughed as you watched as the tips of his ears turned a more brilliant shade of red.

"Yes, I will," you smiled. "I'll be back to see you."

#bts one shot #kim taehyung #taehyung #taehyung x reader #v x reader #bts v #bts #bts scenarios #taehyung scenarios

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 6 months ago

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truce. ( john bacchus x reader )

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Every case affected him one way or another. Weeks had passed since the shooting, but you knew more than most - even more than Gently - that the bullet in the shoulder had made John scrutinize his life and his ways. He made sure to call in at lunchtime to check in, and he never used to before. He would surprise you with flowers that he used to buy on occasions such as birthdays or anniversaries. He was more open about his love for you and tried to make amends with Leigh Ann, although Lisa had made it known that the man she intended to marry was a far better father than he was.

You had only met her once, briefly exchanging hello's when you accompanied John in the car when he went to collect Leigh Ann for his agreed time - time that didn't seem enough. You knew his job made it difficult for him to be there on time to pick her up - lateness that had happened on two occasions in two years, and Lisa never let him forget it. You did your best to remain neutral, though you were growing frustrated with the way Lisa tried to push John out of Leigh Ann's life. And after seeing how upset he was each time he was forced to say goodbye to his daughter, annoyance began to brew and when John returned home after his shift, telling you about his argument with Lisa over the telephone when you sensed he was unsettled, annoyance became anger that you forced down to keep the friendly smile on your lips.

You knew it was a long shot, but you hoped that your speech would at least give her a reason to reconsider the amount of time John had access to his daughter. You had been dating John for a little over seven months by this time, and while you felt as if you were crossing a line, you wanted to try and patch things up between the broken family.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, stepping out of the house and closing the door.

"I wanted a word with you." You began. "About John."

"What about him?" She crossed her arms.

"I know he called you about seeing Leigh Ann -"

"Don't waste your breath. I know what you're going to say." She huffed. "And the answer is no."

"He is her father." You told her. "And he may not be perfect but he adores her and you know it."

"Then he would show up on time to pick her up."

"It happened twice and both times he was working a case." You held back the urge to roll your eyes. "I know your bitter about how things ended between you -"

"Who do you -"

"- but Leigh Ann shouldn't suffer because of it." You spoke over her. Lisa pursed her lips, and you held up your hands. "That's all I wanted to say."

"Well, you said too much."

"I said too little. I was being nice." You flashed her a smile as you began to walk down the steps. "Think about it."

A few days passed and as John's mood soured after talking to a lawyer about his options - but the statistics were against him - you were beginning to believe that you had only made matters worse until the day he and Gently closed the case, and there was a knock on the door in the late evening.

"You expecting someone?" John asked as he got up to answer it.

"No." Your eyebrows furrowed, shaking your head, though you tried not to appear too hopeful as he left the dining table to walk to the door.

John opened the door, pausing when he saw Lisa and Leigh Ann outside. "Lisa."

You bit your lower lip, forming a smile when Leigh Ann entered with a small suitcase, a bright smile on her lips as she greeted you. Moments later, John followed, leaning against the doorway as he observed the hug you shared with his daughter, who only grew more excited when you mentioned you had freshly baked cookies in the kitchen.

You met his gaze as you stood up to follow her to fetch a cookie from the kitchen, seeing the smile he wore as he approached you. Before you could ask, he placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you deeply.

"What was that for?" You pulled away slightly to meet his gaze with a smile.

"Thank you. Lisa told me you went to see her."

"Well, whatever you did, thank you. She agreed that I could see Leigh Ann every other weekend. "

"All I did was speak the truth." You smiled softly when he wrapped his arms around you, melting into his embrace.

"Good."

"Said she doesn't like you." He stated with a smile.

"Feelings mutual." You smiled, closing your eyes when he kissed your forehead. A chuckle left his lips as he pulled away.

You walked into the kitchen, his hand sliding down your arm to hold your hand as he followed. He rested his shoulder on the doorway as he watched you open the jar for Leigh Ann, and she took a cookie, turning to him with a grin.

"Can I stay up late?"

"A half hour. Tops." He replied, gently placing a hand on her head when she passed on her way to the living room.

That night you found yourself sitting on the floor, the three of you gathered around the coffee table playing go-fish as music played and as you looked at John as he joked around with Leigh Ann who laughed, a smile was glued to your lips as you knew that now there was a truce between the exes there would be many more nights like this and their bond would only grow stronger.

#john bacchus #john bacchus x reader #inspector george gently

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maddieautobot273 · 1 year ago

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Silk & Cologne (42)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 42 - Respite - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC

Words: 4.05K+ words

Warnings: PG13 for brief implied cannibalism

Summary: Lisa is eager to see Miguel again after their first date.

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Miguel drove me home later that night after we ended up kissing each other for so long, to the point where we both needed to pull away from each other to breathe in much needed oxygen. Taking heavy breaths, we both smiled at one another, barely bothered by the fact that we were now completely drenched from the rain as Miguel signals his car to drive by and pick us up. Miguel had the heaters amped up to keep us warm as we drove back to my apartment, but as I fought to stop myself from shivering, I was still smiling.

We did it. We went on our first date. We had our first kiss.

When we arrived at my apartment and walked inside the unit, Kasey and Hannah were shocked to find us both drenched, asking what had happened. Miguel and I glanced over at one another and smiled knowingly, laughing softly. Hannah was the first to register the looks on our faces and their meaning, Kasey following behind with a proud grin.

Miguel left me in their care once again, excusing himself saying he had an early morning at the office tomorrow. Very smooth Miguel. Before he left, he wrapped an arm around my back, hugging me close. Miguel pressed a gentle yet firm kiss to my temple before meeting my gaze.

“Want to do this again soon?” He asked.

“Promise?” My eyes twinkled as I met his gaze.

“Promise,” He grinned as he snuck in a quick peck to my lips before taking his leave, waving goodbye to my friends as he left.

The night ended with Kasey and Hannah helping me dry off and get warm before calling Toya and Touga and sitting me down, demanding to know every bit and detail of our date. I told them everything, minus any mention of the Spider-Society or the multiverse. When I finished detailing the kiss, both of the girls squealed in delight as Toya and Touga fist bumped one another.

“Yes! I called it!” Toya cheered triumphantly as he pointed a finger at his brother. “Pay up!”

I gawked at the video feed as I watched Touga slip his twin brother a $20 bill. “You were taking bets?!”

Although I shouldn’t be surprised considering some of the other Spider-Men were doing the exact same thing, it does hit differently when you know it’s being done by people you were close friends with than super hero co-workers.

“I bet Touga you two would have your first kiss while at the restaurant,” Toya grinned proudly.

“Meanwhile, I bet Toya that you’d kiss after he had escorted you home,” Touga shrugged with a defeated smile. “Here I was thinking that was more common than the other,”

“Now I have boba money for the next week,” Toya stuck his tongue out playfully at Touga who slapped him across the face in response.

“The snark, the sass, it sounds like something from a dream!” Kasey swooned as she fanned herself. “So you two are totally going on another date right?”

“Um, yeah?” I had an excited look on my face as my mind raced with the possibilities of what we could do next. “Did you not hear him ask me?”

“Oh I heard, believe me, I just wanted to hear you say it,” Kasey grinned.

After the call ended, Kasey and Hannah left the apartment, leaving me alone for the rest of the night. I changed into my pajamas, slipping on the shirt Miguel had loaned me the other night and crawled into bed. I hugged a pillow tightly to my chest as I squealed excitedly into the cushion.

Try as I might, I tossed and turned, but couldn’t bring myself to fall asleep. After trying for over an hour, I quickly realized I was too jazzed from our date, I didn’t see myself getting much sleep tonight. It was all I could think about, not to mention Miguel himself.

Everything from his outfit, to how he acted, his eyes. . . his lips. . .

My gizmo buzzed, the screen lighting up. I peeked over at the touch screen. I smiled as I read who it was from, and I tapped the inbox to open it.

“Is it safe to assume that you can’t sleep either?” - Miguel

“How did you know?” - Lisa

“Call it a hunch,” - Miguel

I smirked at his response, sitting up against the headboard of my bed.

“Soooo, what’s up?” - Lisa

“Can’t sleep, so I might pass the time putting extra monitor duty hours, but. . .” - Miguel

“. . . I can’t stop thinking about you,” - Miguel

A blush crept its way onto my cheeks, hugging the pillow closer to my chest as I watched the speech bubbles jump up and down as Miguel typed his next message.

“Would you mind if I. . . call you? To keep me company while I work?” - Miguel

“Just until you finally feel like you can fall asleep? I don’t want to keep you up all night, you should still take care of yourself and your wellbeing, I just. . .” - Miguel

“You know what I mean?” - Miguel

Oh if he thinks I’m adorable, he should really look back and see what he’s been writing to me.

“I do know what you mean,” - Lisa

“I can’t get you out of my bed either,” - Lisa

Wait, bed?!

My eyes widening, a panicked gasp escaping me as I shot up and before I could even type to correct myself, Miguel had responded immediately.

“My, my, Mona Lisa, I never knew you to be so forward~” - Miguel

I screamed into my pillow to not get in trouble with my neighbors. How can he tease me at a time like this?!

“If you wanted me to stay after and cuddle up for a while, all you had to do was ask~” - Miguel

“OH MY GOD, *Head, I meant *Head!!!” - Lisa

Miguel responded with the laughing emoji. My cheeks heated up in warmth, the colour going darker as I sank deeper into the bed.

“I’m joking, mi Mona Lisa, I’m only teasing,” - Miguel

“Are you gonna call me now or soak in my embarrassment a bit more first?” - Lisa

“I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t worry,” - Miguel

Within moments I receive a call notification and I click the answer button. A holographic screen projects itself in front of my face and I see Miguel’s frame come up. He was back in his lab at his computer console, wearing his spider-suit.

He glances over, offering me a sly smirk. “Hey you,” He winks. “Is that my shirt I see?”

“I hate you,” I muttered, my cheeks still burning.

Miguel barks out a laugh, hands on his hips as he gives me a sympathetic look. “Oh, Lisa, por favor, don’t be like that,” - please

The two of us spend the call just talking. . . well, about anything. About the date, or anything else that was happening between our worlds, and just made idle conversation. Whenever we weren’t talking, I just watched him work, admiring his focused gaze. I took in the details of his face, the cheekbones and that chiseled chin and jawline.

I didn’t remember falling asleep when I woke up the next morning. But when I looked at the backlog, the call had lasted for a few hours before Miguel had ended it after noticing I had fallen asleep. He did leave one more message behind afterwards.

“Dulces sueños <3” - Miguel - Sweet dreams

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Earth - 1997

Harry Osborn took an elevator down to the lowest basement level of his Oscorp Headquarters. Stepping out from the moving contraption, he entered an underground laboratory with a skylight that overlooked the Alchemax collider hanging above them. He stepped over to the side, entering one section of the lab where he’d hope to find his associate.

Dr. Octavius was at his work bench, sparks of electricity shining as he worked and recalibrated another collar. He was hunched down as he worked, but when the Doctor heard Harry’s footsteps approach him, his back straightened, revealing him at his full height as the man turned to face his boss. He was a few inches taller than Harry, wore a sleek white lab coat with protective goggles over his eyes and a mask that covered his face to shield his scars from previously failed experiments.

He ran a hand through his dark brown curly hair, his voice synopsized and almost robotic from the mask, “Harry, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“My good doctor, I’m just checking in on your progress,” Harry smirked, tucking his hands behind his back. “Status report?”

“Ah, on the subject,” Dr. Octavius nodded his head in understanding. “Just a moment, please,”

The Doctor set his tools aside as he walked over to a metal capsule. Pressing a command on the console nearby, the metal slabs of the capsule opened up, revealing a petite human figure floating inside. Water was filled to the brim of the capsule with breathing tubes and IV’s hooked up to the figure, with small tufts of brown hair growing from their head.

“The subject is growing at a steady, accelerated pace,” Octavius smiled through the mask as he glanced over at Harry. “The blood sample you provided me has made this so much more easier to work with,”

“No trouble at all, doctor,” Harry grinned. “Do we have an estimated time as to when they’ll be fully grown?”

“If their growth continues at their current pace, they’ll be ready within a matter of weeks,” Octavius explained.

“Good, good,” Harry nodded in approval, “Take as long as you need to perfect it, Doctor. I have a feeling this will be our ace for my plan,”

Before the pair could speak further, the Collider suddenly came to life. The colours and visuals flashing through the skylight as they looked above them and watched the transportation elevator begin to lower itself down from the tractor beam.

“Dmitri must be back,” Harry mused.

“Allow me, Harry,” Octavius activated his robotic arms, the metal limbs extending from the armour plate at the man’s back.

He offered one to Harry as he climbed onto the claw and the Doctor carried and escorted Harry up to the platform where the elevator would dock. Octavius set the CEO down gently as Dmirtri emerged from the elevator. His hands in his pockets, there was a hard look in his eyes through this white metal plated mask.

“What happened?” Harry raised a brow at the Chameleon.

Chameleon shook his head with disarray. “I couldn’t go through with the recruitment with Mr. Goblin,”

“He said no?” Harry seemed genuinely surprised yet also frustrated that they had failed to recruit another to their cause.

“I never got the chance to ask him. The Spider-Society and their nosey algorithm AI lady detected my presence and sent a team to investigate,” Dmitri grumbled, lifting his fingers to make air quotes, “To preserve the canon they said,”

Harry growled under his breath, clutching his fingers into fists. “Ever since we made ourselves known to the Society, it’s been getting harder to recruit more to our cause and solidify my plans,”

“Perhaps instead of recruiting new players into our chess game, why not return to old ones?” Octavius suggested with a soothing motion of his hand to ease Harry’s nerves.

“You mean. . . like Miss Isabella?” Dmitri glanced over at the doctor, appearing confused.

“Ah, yes, my little lovely,” Harry pondered, cupping his chin. “I was wondering how to bring her back into the fray,”

“She is still captured, no?” Dmitri spoke up, looking between his companions. “Being held at Mr. O’Hara’s Headquarters?”

“Actually, no. . .” Octavius chuckled with a dark tone, earning Harry’s attention as he looked towards him. “Upon giving her the upgrades to her abilities, I hid a synthetic tracker in her neck. As of a week ago, she has returned to her own dimension,”

“But how can we get there?” Harry questioned the doctor. “O’Hara blocked that dimension’s frequency from us,”

“With the original gizmo’s wavelength that Dmirtri stole, yes, but–” Octavius snapped his fingers as one of his robotic arms extended down, snatching the collar he had been working on and bringing it over to Harry. “I’ve been making some improvements. Using the coordinates provided by the Society’s gizmo, we can now use the collars to traverse the multiverse and no longer be limited to the use of the collider,”

“Fascinating,” Harry purred. “On that note. . . I don’t mean to rush you Doctor, but we may need the subject ready sooner rather than later,”

“I’ll see what I can do,” The Doctor nodded after a brief pause, the gears in his head turning as he calculated the time and work ethic in his head.

Both Harry and Doctor Octavius glanced over towards Dmitri.

“But. . . will the collar actually work?” Chameleon asked, a little nervous at the looks he was getting.

“Perhaps a test is in order,” Dr. Octavius proclaimed.

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Earth - 1218

Lisa’s P.O.V.

“I'm still fighting, I don't fear I've lost Am I dreamin', Is there more like us?”

My friends and I danced through the steps of our routine as the sang blared on the speaker. We were just recently given the all clear to do dress rehearsals for the show on the live stage back at the Statue of Liberty now that the stage, props and decorations were for the most part finished. After realizing my suit was still missing somewhere on Earth - 269, I made up the excuse that I got a horrible stain on it and sent it to the wash to get it cleaned.

Thankfully my friends seemed to buy it, and didn’t budge me on it more throughout the rest of the rehearsal. We were going at it for a little longer than we normally do, but with good reason. It was hard to fathom how close everything seemed now as my heart pounded in my chest.

In less than two weeks I would be doing my first stage performance in two years. In two weeks my mom would be flying down to visit me and to see me perform, and meet Miguel. In two weeks, for the first time since I left South Korea behind, I felt like I would finally start to get my life back.

“Got me feelin',Like it's all too much

I feel beaten, But I can't give up!”

As the song started to whine down to a close, we all slowly froze and struck a pose. We each went for a signature and recognizable superhero pose, as was the theme of the festival. I decided to kneel down and do the signature crouched, superhero landing pose.

Or as the fans on the internet called it, the Black Widow ‘Poser’ pose.

“Can't give, can't give up

Can't give up!”

Once the music had stopped completely, we all relaxed out of our poses and silently cheered. We had finally done a complete run through of the entire routine from beginning to end with very little mistakes. That gave us two weeks to polish it off.

“That was awesome guys!” I complimented everyone as we formed a little circle.

“I can’t believe it’s almost time, I’m so nervous,” Hannah jumped up and down in her spot on the stage before calming down, “But also excited. Oh! I’m nerva-cited!”

“Hannah, what did we tell you about making up new words?” Toya teased as he poked her side.

“With these next two weeks, I think we should try to hunker down and try to get rid of any missteps we keep doing,” Kasey suggested. “This is a huge opportunity to show the country, no, the world what we can do and it could open up so many doors for us!”

I nodded along with Kasey, agreeing with everything she was saying. It was the home stretch now, We wouldn’t just be representing ourselves, but the dance studio as a whole. If I learned anything from my time at boot camp, first impressions like these could be a huge deal, and could make or break your career if you weren’t careful.

As Kasey talked more about her plan, I felt my wrist vibrator as I glanced down to see a new message pop up on my gizmo. I tapped the screen to see a message from Miguel. I smiled at the mere mention of his name.

“How’s practice going? Are you free to come by HQ later?” - Miguel

“For you? Always ;)” - Lisa

“Cute. Unfortunately it’s for work rather than pleasure,” - Miguel

“Hasn’t stopped me before,” - Lisa

“I would hope not, nor should it, te burlas ;)” - Miguel - you tease

“Gabriel and I have been working on fixing you a new suit. It’s ready, just needs a test drive,” - Miguel

Thank goodness. I was wondering when and how I’d be able to get a new set of threads.

“Earth to Lisa?” Kasey’s voice suddenly caught my ear as I glanced up, noticing everyone stare at me. “All good?”

My cheeks flushed from embarrassment as I lowered my wrist back down to my side. “Sorry, Miguel was just checking in with me, that’s all,”

Kasey offered me a reassuring glance as she crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s totally fine, girlie, I know we’ve stuck around a little longer than planned, but maybe we should make it the new normal for the next few days. As our fearless leader, shouldn’t you be setting a good example for your teammates and try to stay focused?”

My cheeks turned darker as I rubbed the back of my neck, “You’re right, my bad,”

“So then, anything we can improve on?” Touga asked, glancing over at me.

“Well overall we’re all making great progress, but I did notice some tweaks to make here and there, specifically you and Toya’s duet portion,” I explained, glancing over to Hannah. “Can you bring the music back up to that part of the song please?”

“Sure!” Hannah smiled.

She grabbed the music player as Kasey sat back with me while Toya and Touga returned to their original positions, getting into their opening stances. Hannah pressed play, and the boys let their bodies be moved by the music, their limbs almost flowing like the wind.

“Uh, wakin' up, feelin' like the thankful one

Count up my ones, lacin' up my favorite 1's

One of a kind, one of one, the only one

Got one shot and one chance to take it once~”

“Better, but you’re coming in a little fast on that last push,” I coached them, crouching down to squat on my thighs to get a better angle and view of their steps. “Don’t rush it, just ease into it,”

I watched them as they backed up to their original positions, starting the dance again. Kasey and I bopped our heads to the beat of the music. We watched the boys dance and when they arrived at the cliffhanger, they followed my directions and nailed the ending to their duet flawlessly.

The girls and I cheered them on as they continued to move with that momentum, dancing to the rest of the verse with wide smiles on their faces.

“Yeah, now you got it!” I cheered.

“Kiss my mama on the forehead, 'fore I get the code red

'Cause I was born, bred to go in, toast red

And swing by four-ten, beef patty, cornbread

In the concrete jungle, where my home is!”

As Hannah jumped in to join them to rehearse her part, I glanced back at my gizmo, quickly typing in my reply to Miguel.

“I’ll be there! How would I test drive it?” - Lisa

“I had an idea in mind,” - Miguel

“Are you going to tease me about my autocorrect typo again?” - Lisa

“No, no, I promise, Mona,” - Miguel

“Another round in the arena? I have been meaning to try some new routines,” - Lisa

“As much as I would love that and more, I had something else in mind for tonight,” - Miguel

“You’ve shown me your dimension’s New York. So. . . why don’t I show you my Nueva York?” - Miguel

A chance to finally see Nueva York up close and personal. Not just through the windows or hangar bays of HQ or the birds eye view from Miguel’s private balcony. I’d get the chance to explore the city.

Suit up and swing through the city~

“I would be delighted for you to show me,” - Lisa

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Earth - 928

A portal opened in an alleyway deep within Downtown Nueva York. Dmitri emerged through the gateway, his muscles tensing as he adjusted his posture, managed his breathing. He looked around, checking his surroundings. He wasn’t in New York of Earth - 1997 anymore.

Dmitri glanced down at the device wrapped around his neck. He was still getting used to it, adjusting to its tight embrace on his skin. But. . . Dr. Octavious’ upgrade to the collar worked.

He adjusted the cuffs of his navy blue suit, calming his nerves. “I’m in,”

“Vital signs are normal,” Dr. Octavious spoke through Dmitri’s earpiece. “The test jump was a success,”

“Now we can proceed with Phase 2,” Harry’s voice sang with approval. “Do you remember where to find him?”

“Da, I can recall from my time here,” Chameleon nodded, “It will be easy,” - yes

“Report to me once you’ve secured the deal, then we’ll bring you back,” Harry ordered.

“Yes sir,” Dmitri purred as he began walking.

Dmitri didn’t bother disguising himself. He mixed in well with the other strangely dressed civilians and lunatics in this part of town. No one even batted an eye at him as he walked, sneaking in a quick smoke of a cigarette.

Sure it may be illegal in this dimension, but then again Chameleon always had an issue with authority.

After walking for a while, he found his destination. It was an old warehouse on the outskirts of downtown. At a glance, one would think it was abandoned with the broken windows, and the graffiti covered walls. With one whiff of his nose, Dmitri caught the scent of blood.

This was the place.

Dmitri approached the garage door and opened it swiftly, inviting himself inside. He managed maybe two steps into the building before there were shouts and screams as bulky, muscled men dressed as Asgardians swarmed him, aiming guns and spears at him. Dmitri stopped moving, complying with their threats to keep still; For now.

Someone emerged from a side room and the stench of blood intensified. The man, dressed in a metal helmet that resembled some sort of bird, wiped a red gushy liquid from his mouth with his sleeve. Dmitri glanced down at his blue jumpsuit, a yellow vulture insignia on the chest of low hanging tank top and metal wings clamped to his arms.

This was his guy.

“Who do you think you are? You just simply walk into my domain?” The gang leader demanded. “You got a death wish, pal?”

“The Vulture, I presume?” Dmitri raised a brow as he kept his hands up above his head.

The man known as The Vulture stopped in his tracks, his lips curled into a snarl. “Who the shock are you? The Public Eye?”

“A friend. Call me Chameleon,” Dmitri introduced himself as he reached down into his jacket pocket and pulled out a collar. “I possess the means to help you with your. . . problem with Spider-Man,”

The Vulture’s gaze hardened as he studied Dmitri and the device in his hand. He waved his hand, signaling his goons. They all lowered their weapons, backing away from Dmitri.

“You have my attention, Chameleon, pray you keep it,” The Vulture purred. “Else you’ll end up as my next meal,”

“Speaking of next meal, perhaps we could discuss this over dinner?” Chameleon grinned as he glanced over to the room the Vulture had emerged from. “I’m feeling quite famished myself.

It looked like a meat storage locker. But the meat that dangled on the hooks didn’t belong to pigs or cows. Chameleon met Vulture’s stare, his eyes inviting.

Vulture’s eyes widened, his lips curling into a smile, “Ah, a fellow connoisseur?”

“My work involves blood specifically, yes,” Dmitri nodded as he began to approach Vulture who led the way back to the locker.

“What work would that be?” Vulture asked him.

“Give me a sample, and I will show you why they call me Chameleon,” Dmitri snickered.

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