#Jojo is so peal

[doubleaabat]

Whats a Jo and bro to do….. Based of of this Roblox Screenshot with me and my friends <3

Plus some extras

[sharpen-jadescythe]

Sharpen's Warband, 3

In the packed Dalaran portal room...

"This is impossible." Hotchkiss glowered, and it was especially dark for a demon hunter. "There are too many idiots in here. We should just save the world some trouble and CUT THEM DOWN."

It was so loud in the Dalaran portal room, nobody really heard Hotch's threat. Sharpen had, though. He shouldered his new crossbow, but kept getting squeezed as people pushed to get through. There were only three glowing silver portals, and worse, it wasn't clear whether this one was the one to enter, or if that one was where people were returning from. Or if that one over there led to a displacement site that was currently active or what.

"I... don't know--"

"Idiots!!" Hotch snarled again. He didn't like getting shoved, he decided to be the one shoving people back.

"Goddess only knows what's keeping that shifty Al. But where is Hainko?" Sharpen hoped that would be enough of a subject change for the irate demon hunter.

"She used her magic to avoid all this, obviously! A shaman can just go to wherever the elements need them, can't they?"

"Well, I doubt Thrall was standing on the other side, arms wide open to catch her like some giggling tauren-sized, woman-child. It's got to be hectic on her end, too. Maybe if we can communicate with her somehow, she could tell us which portal to enter?"

"She abandoned us!!" Hotch near-roared with his frustration.

"Hokaaay. This was a bad plan." Sharpen began to look around for any help at all. No one official seemed to be about. Unless they were already flattened beneath the throng.

A woman's familiar voice pealed nearby, "The Kirin Tor doesn't need help from adventurers, they need travel agents!"

"Trixany!"

"Oh gods, it's him! Why are you so obsessed with me, Sharpen? Stop following me!"

Trixany was joking of course. Well, he hoped. He was never sure, with that one.

Sharpen attempted to introduce the two Blood Elves, though there was a crowd pressing in on all sides.

"Trixany, this is my new demon hunter buddy, Hotchkiss. He's incubus-infused. Hotch, this is my friend Trixany. As in Horde B-celebrity Trixany Cuomo, rival to Haris Pilton? She's goblin-infused--"

"Don't tell him that! Hey, isn't that traitor tauren Hainko supposed to be with you? I've got the rest of the Kaja-Cola Flava Girls in my warband. This is Mojo Jojo, Black Cherry Dhalia, and Shuga Slam."

A Troll, a Forsaken woman, and an Orc, all of them in slightly flashy armor and makeup, tried to make a greeting in the press of other armored, agitated, heroes' bodies. Sharpen had met these ladies before. "Aren't there like twelve of y'all?"

"Girls, he thinks he's teasing us, but he's not being very funny, is he?"

Hotch grunted, "Somebody didn't make the cut."

Sharpen noticed the edge of Hotch's grin returning, despite hectic circumstances. Trixany's mood started to lighten, too. She playfully stuck out her tongue.

"Alright, I call a timeout. Let's pretend this is a game of carpball and we need a break after a rough play. Let's go find someplace to sit down, away from this crowd, huh? We can't get anything done for Khadgar while trapped in here anyway."

The Legerdermain Lounge was an old, reliable comfort by now. All the upstairs rooms were booked up, as expected on such a day. But there was patio seating beyond the carved marble screen along the wall. A nice result of the coffee shop expecting so many people.

They had tea. Sharpen felt anxious, knowing so much was wrong with the world and they couldn't get out there to address the problem. However, the Alliance, nor the Horde, had conscripted any soldiers yet. Things weren't exactly dire. Just... disorganized.

Shuga Slam, the orc lady, was always pretending to be from a different clan. Whatever seemed to be trending. She had finally done the unthinkable and claimed to be a Mag'har Orc from alternate Draenor. Trixany hated it.

"You don't even look like a Mag'har! You still have that fel-green skin."

"...Only on my father's side. Like Garrosh."

Several of them hissed in breath, decided not to touch that topic.

"Your dear leader." Hotch waggled his glass of tea. Iced tea. Everyone else had ordered a steaming cup of brewed tea from the pot. Again, he wasn't the edgiest demon hunter around, was he? By comparison to the Illidans of the world, he was sort of a... B-demon hunter.

They tried to speak about pleasantries again, or keep predictions about the portal situation light. However, Hotch in his blindfold was getting hotter glares from Shuga each time the conversation went around the table.

Finally, the worst thing happened.

"... I know you," Shuga bared a fang. "I used to know you well."

Trixany snorted laughter, "Not if you were a Mag'har on alternate Draenor! Uh-ooooh!!" And she high-fived her friends.

Sharpen remained concerned, though. He had to live with this guy. All their supplies and weapons, their maps and other documents, their lives, everything was mingled together back at their base camp in Thalzdraszus. They shouldn't fall out.

"Well, isn't that, whatever it is, in the past?" Sharpen shrugged, tried to be helpful.

Shuga nudged Trixany, hard. She had to do it twice. "Trixany, are you really going to tell me you don't recognize this guy?"

Trixany blinked, "Well. I admit that he does resemble my long-lost little brother some. Except that this guy's a platinum blonde. By the way? Go off, king!" She snapped her fingers with attitude, "You demon hunters have been through enough. Yes, you dye that hair! Go find yourself some joy, amirite?"

Sharpen kept looking from Hotch, to Trixany. And back to Hotch again. The others were doing the same.

Sharpen smacked his forehead and leaned over the table. "That's... that's Trixany's brother." He muttered to himself. "It's so obvious."

Hotchkiss high-fived Trixany, suddenly very upbeat, especially for a demon hunter. "Thank youuu! I followed someone I cared about to the Outland a while back. I even joined the Sunfury for her, when she did. Eventhough I knew it was wrong to follow our prince down an evil road. But still, I always feared she would reject the monster I had to become. However... you approve?"

Everyone sat there, extremely uncomfortable and quiet.

"I mean, yeah, whatever. Like I said. You do you." And then she ordered more macarons for the table. "These are good, but aren't as cool as the Tarts' macarons, you guys remember those? So much glitter!"

Welp. At least now Sharpen knew why this mysterious demon hunter had showed up in his life, his warband. But were they gonna survive the Cuomo blunder twins not dealing with the obvious??

Sharpen eyed Hotchkiss very hard, to please tread carefully. There was a lot of rough adventure ahead of them, yet. They needed to pay strict attention to--

Then Sharpen blurt out, "Wait, so Burmussia, Coco, Sandy Dunes, and that other Kaja-Cola Flava Girl whatsherface, are now in another warband? Haha! So this IS a second, B-warband isn't it? Didn't I say it?! Trixany, you guys didn't make the cut after all--OW!!"

Then again, Sharpen the himbo always was so easily distracted.

[jombocostello]

(Bruno, Abbacchio, Doppio, Gyro) Oneshots

Hi!! My sister is in the hospital right now and she's a massive Jojo fan, so I'm hoping to ask for some either fics or headcanons for the characters abbachio, gyro, Bruno, and doppio? I think I've spelt those right. Thank you!

Yes of course!! I really hope she’s doing alright, and I hope you are too!!

Bruno

It's late in the evening when Bruno gets home after a long day of work. When he unlocks the door, you jump up from your seat in the kitchen and meet him at the doorway. "Hi, Bruno," you say, helping him remove his long coat and walking with him into the house. "How was your day?"

"Well..." He furrows his brow. "It was alright. Busy, but alright. Giorno has been growing exponentially; I have a feeling he may take my position sometime soon."

"Really?" As you hang up Bruno's coat, you turn to look at him. "He's that good?"

"He's a natural leader. I'd be glad to be replaced by him." With a sigh, Bruno takes a seat at the kitchen table. "Could you make some tea, (Y/N)?"

"Sure." As you fill up the kettle, you watch Bruno rest his cheek against his hand. "Why are you so tired?"

He breathes a little laugh and looks down at the table. "Work has been getting harder. The job's aren't too taxing, not at all, but I just get worried sometimes."

You walk over to the table and pull out a chair. You take a seat and place your hand over Bruno's, resting it against his cheek. "It's not me, is it?" you ask softly, frowning. "I've told you - you don't have to worry about me."

"I - " he starts, but his voice falters. "I can't help it," he says, smiling a little bitterly. "I never wanted to involve you in my life. It'll always be too dangerous for you, and I love you far too much to want you in trouble."

"I'm not scared enough of them to leave you, Bruno," you whisper, leaning in and ghosting your lips over his. "I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth."

You feel him smile against your lips, and he kisses you with everything he has. "Then I'll take you there," he replies breathlessly, hand leaving his face to rest on your hip. He rests his forehead against yours and looks deep into your eyes. "Everywhere I go we'll go together. I love you, and I want to be with you always."

"Bruno, I - " You grin, and he smiles widely as well. You run your fingers through his short black hair and sigh, shutting your eyes. "I love you so - "

The whistle of the tea kettle surprises both of you, and you jump before bursting into peals of laughter. Bruno laughs with you, and you're happy to see such a lighthearted look on his face. "I'll get that," you say between giggles, and you slowly pull your hands back and stand up.

Once the tea is made, you and Bruno sit down together on the couch in your quaint living room. You flip on the television and start browsing the channels; once you find a particularly sweet old movie, you set down the remote and take a sip of your tea. Bruno watches you silently; there's a quiet beauty in everything you do, and it's intoxicating to him.

The two of you finish your tea, and as the movie winds to a close, you rest your head on Bruno's shoulder. The warmth of his body and the soft sound of his breath lulls you to sleep.

Bruno looks down at you, careful not to disturb you as he tilts his head. There's a peaceful smile on your face even in slumber, and he leans down and presses a sweet kiss to the crown of your head. "I love you," he whispers, and he hopes you can feel how much he means it. He'd do truly anything for you.

-----

Abbacchio

"So? Do you want to go or not?"

You find yourself standing before your teammate Leone Abbacchio, and you're utterly stunned. He's just asked you on a date - tonight - and he's waiting rather impatiently for your answer. "Well..." you start, the confusion in your voice clear. "Sure."

"Good. I'll pick you up at eight." He stares you down for one more moment and then turns on his heel, walking out the door of the Libeccio.

You're left completely blindsided by what just happened. Abbacchio - the irritable, displeased, and all around negative member of your team - just asked you out to dinner. You would be lying if you said you weren't excited (you've always found him handsome and a bit intriguing), but you're mostly just shocked. He's never expressed that kind of interest in you before.

You head back to your place and start to get ready. As you're getting dressed, you replay Abbacchio's little proposal from earlier. He had seemed almost annoyed about the whole affair - had someone put him up to it? You huff out a laugh as you throw on your shoes; Abbacchio wouldn't take any bet that forfeits his pride. Once you're all ready, you head outside and watch for Abbacchio.

Perfectly on time, he drives up to the curb in a sleek car. "Hey," he calls loudly through the window. You wave and hop in, buckling your seatbelt as he drives away.

The ride is mostly silent. You glance over at Abbacchio as he drives, but he doesn't tear his gaze away from the road. Though you're not speaking, there isn't an uncomfortable moment, and you're honestly excited for this date.

The restaurant is one of the nicer places in the area. "Have you been here before?" you ask Abbacchio as he gets out of the car. "I've never been, but I've heard it's great."

"It's alright," he replies, his voice low. "I've only been here twice."

"You know what they say," you say with a little grin, "third time's the charm!"

Abbacchio actually smiles at that, holding back a little laugh, and you consider that a great victory. You follow him into the restaurant, and you're taken to a beautifully lit table near the back of the room.

Before you can sit, Abbacchio casually pulls your chair out for you. It's the most nonchalant act of chivalry you think you've ever seen, and you thank him before taking a seat.

You're both quiet for a while before the server arrives and gets your drink orders. Finally, Abbacchio speaks. "You look nice tonight," he comments matter-of-factly. You smile and thank him, and he just nods his head.

"You look nice too," you say, and you mean it completely. Honestly, he always looks nice. His long silver hair is always perfectly maintained, and tonight he's wearing a black dress shirt and pressed black pants. He looks great.

"Thanks." A little more silence transpires, but your server arrives to break up the tension. After placing your order, you lean back in your chair and gaze at Abbacchio. You're not really sure of what to say, so you figure you should just speak what's on your mind.

"So what was the reason for this date?" you ask, grinning when Abbacchio blinks in mild surprise. "Anything in particular?"

He recovers and shrugs. "I've always found you interesting." You weren't expecting to hear that. You watch him with raised eyebrows as he speaks. "I wanted to get to know you better, because I honestly like you a lot. Is that alright?"

It takes you a couple seconds to actually register the question. "Is that - yeah! Yeah, of course - that's why we're here right now." You smile warmly at him from across the table, and he returns the gesture as well as he can.

"I'm glad." The two of you chat for a while before the food arrives, and then you chat some more. You're honestly so engrossed in your conversation that you hardly eat.

When the check arrives, Abbacchio picks it up and sighs. "Unfortunate that tonight had to end so soon," he mutters, signing the bill. "I had a great time, (Y/N). Would you want to do this again sometime?"

"Yes!" Your answer is immediate, and Abbacchio nearly laughs at how happy you sound. "Yeah, that would be amazing. I had a wonderful time too."

You head outside, and as you get into the passenger's seat, Abbacchio gently places his hand on your leg. "Thank you for this," he says, as genuine as he's ever been to you. "I hope we can get to know each other better."

You smile, feeling utterly content, and you lean over and give Abbacchio a quick kiss on the cheek. His face goes red, but his smile doesn't waver. "I would really love that, (Y/N)."

And together, you both drive into the night.

-----

Doppio

The sun shines down brightly on you as you hop out of a little car, quickly adjusting your shirt before running around to the driver's side. "We're here!" the driver calls, and you grin as Vinegar Doppio opens the door and joins you outside.

"I heard it wasn't too crowded - it's the best-kept secret in Italy." You laugh at that and follow Doppio down the street a bit. "I'm so glad you were free today, (Y/N)!" he says brightly, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. "I missed you."

You giggle, reaching down and lacing your fingers in his. "I missed you too. It's been lonely with you away for work."

"Let's not talk about that - we're together now, so who cares?" You laugh and nod in agreement as Doppio pulls you over to the little ice cream place you're visiting, and like he said, the line is nearly empty. "See, I told you! Hardly anyone even knows this place exists."

As you both step into line, the other man in line turns around and glances at you. He has bright blue hair - which actually looks a bit like ice cream - and red glasses. He stares at Doppio and it seems like he's about to speak, but before he can, an ice cream cone is handed his way.

He grabs it and shuffles off, and you and Doppio move up to order your ice cream. "I'll have strawberry, please!" Doppio says, voice as pleasant as ever, and you watch the way he smiles as he speaks. You've been dating him for a while now, and you really adore him. He's so easygoing, and he makes even the most mundane things fun.

You get your favorite flavor, and after a short wait, your ice cream is prepared. You take Doppio's free hand again and walk with him to the park across from the shop, swinging your hands back and forth. "We're so lucky," he comments as he takes a seat on a bench overlooking the grassy field. "It's such a nice day!"

"The weather decided to smile down on us today," you say, grinning as you sit beside him. The two of you eat your ice cream in relative silence - the only sound shared between the two of you is Doppio loudly slurping on his cone and your soft laughter in response. It really feels amazing, just being able to comfortably spend time with someone you love so much.

After a while, you've both eaten your ice cream, and now you find yourselves looking out at the grassy plain. "I love you," Doppio says softly from beside you. You turn to him, eyes wide, and he just gives you a content, relaxed smile. "You're perfect, (Y/N)."

You grin, reaching over and wrapping your arms around him. "I love you too," you murmur, and Doppio briefly presses his lips to the top of your head. "Thank you for today," you sigh, and Doppio just hums in response. He reaches down and wraps your hand up in his - the feeling is so warm and familiar and you fall even deeper in love. You two spend a long time like that, wrapped up in each other's arms in front of the beautiful field, until you find yourself nodding off to sleep.

-----

Gyro

"Where the hell did you even learn how to ride a horse?"

You roll your eyes at the question your companion Gyro just shouted at you from a few feet away. "You're so prim and proper, I never would've expected you to know how to ride."

"When I was a kid," you call back, and you're grateful when Gyro rides a little closer to you, allowing you to lower your voice. "I lived on a big, rural plot of land and I would just go out and teach myself."

"Huh." Gyro reaches up and adjusts his hat; the wind had displaced it somewhat. "You're pretty good. Not as good as me, of course, but not bad at all."

You scoff, reaching over and slugging Gyro in the arm. He reels back, shocked, and you burst out laughing. "You're quite the critic, asshole," you shoot at him between giggles. He just watches you, and you're surprised to see that he doesn't look all that annoyed. "Well anyways," you say as your laughter fades away, "when do you think we should stop?"

"I don't know. Let's ask Johnny." Gyro twists his body around and absolutely bellows, "JOHNNY!"

A few paces behind, Johnny Joestar throws a little rock at Gyro, who dodges it easily. He seems even more sick of your talkative companion than you are. "How should I know?" he shouts back. "The sun is just about set - let's just camp here."

"Fine!" Gyro calls back, and he quickly hops off of his horse. You follow suit, and after a minute Johnny catches up to you two and does the same. You help Johnny lean against a large, somewhat comfortable rock, and then you get to tying up the horses.

Gyro pulls some kindling out of the bag attached to his horse's saddle, and he starts a fire with only a little difficulty. Once all the horses are tied up and fed, you sink to the ground and yawn. "What, the Steel Ball Race getting to be too much for you?" Gyro teases, and you laugh at his shit-eating grin.

"No, I'm fine. Just kind of tired."

"So am I," Johnny says, nodding. "I think I'm gonna get to sleep early, if you guys don't mind."

"Not at all!" you say. You toss him a blanket, also from Gyro's bag, and he gratefully takes it and wraps himself up.

"Just don't be too loud, Gyro," he mutters before shutting his eyes. Gyro blinks, affronted, and you huff out a laugh. "Goodnight." It doesn't take Johnny long to doze off, snoring softly.

"Well..." Gyro starts, and to your surprise he's actually trying to be courteous to Johnny. He's normally extremely brash, and he doesn't usually care much about the requests of you or Johnny. "Want some coffee?"

"Yeah, that would be great." You watch as Gyro grabs the kettle and grounds, and he carefully fills the kettle with water from his canteen.

Silence fills the area as the coffee slowly brews. You watch Gyro out of the corner of your eye, studying the way he looks as he gazes into the fire. Ever since you teamed up with him in this race, you've gotten to know quite a lot about him. He's much less secretive than Johnny, and you know practically everything about him - where he's from, who he was before he arrived to the US, even his real name.

Suddenly, you're caught staring. Gyro's gaze flits to meet yours, and he grins as you quickly avert your eyes. "I know I'm handsome, (Y/N), I don't blame you," he says, grinning widely as you grimace.

You just sigh, leaning back and looking up at the cloudless night sky. Gyro's expression softens and he watches you. "You seem a little melancholy today," he says gently. "Anything on your mind?"

"Yeah." You turn to him, folding your hands in your lap. "Do you think we'll even be able to get through this? I have no idea what's even going on half the time." It's true; ever since you gained a stand ability from possessing one of the holy corpse parts, you've witnessed some of the weirdest, most inexplicable events you've ever seen.

"Of course we will," Gyro responds. He sounds completely sure of himself. "Not only will we beat the race, but we'll come in first place! Well, I will - you can have second, and Johnny can be third."

You laugh, letting your head fall back. "Thanks, Gyro. I hope Johnny won't mind." Gyro suddenly remembers the coffee, and he carefully pours out two cups.

"Don't burn yourself," he says as he hands you your cup. Your hands brush against his as you take the drink, and for some reason you feel yourself flush. Thankfully, Gyro doesn't seem to notice your quick change in demeanor. "This stuff really is horrible, but at least it's different," he comments, taking a sip. "The coffee back home was far too sweet."

He's right; it's extremely bitter, and you find yourself wincing at the taste. Still, you're grateful for the warmth, so you drink it slowly. "Thank you," you say, and Gyro just nods in response.

"You look nice like this." Your eyes widen and you look up at Gyro, who's studying you with a serious look on his face. "I like seeing you relaxed for once."

You smile a little, nodding. "Thank you. Yeah, it's nice to finally get a break." Gyro watches as you sip your coffee. "Hopefully we won't be bothered by any dinosaurs tonight - shit!"

You tip your cup a little too far and spill scalding coffee on your hand. You grit your teeth and gingerly set the cup down, leaning forward to inspect your hand. It doesn't look too hurt, but it stings like a bitch. "Are you okay?" Gyro says, reaching out and gently taking your hand into his. You nod.

He reaches over into his bag and takes out a little strip of cloth. Carefully, he starts to wrap up the little burn on your hand. One loop brushes against the wound uncomfortably, and you hiss through your teeth at the burning sensation. "Shit!" Gyro says, looking up at you with wide eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," you say quickly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine. It just stings, is all."

It only takes a couple more minutes for Gyro to be done fixing up your hand. Once he's done, he pats the top of your hand and smiles. "You're alright," he says gently.

"Thanks, Gyro," you say, and you really do mean it. You don't think you've ever seen him like this: quiet and sweet. You start to bring your hand back, but Gyro doesn't let go. You look up at him with furrowed brows.

He looks into your eyes for a moment, and all he finds is mild confusion. Then, he leans down and brushes his lips against your knuckles. "You're welcome," he breathes into your hand, and he lets go.

Heat instantly rushes to your face, and you quickly turn away. "Yeah," you mutter, not sure of what else to say, and you fix your eyes on a fascinating cactus a few feet away. You hear Gyro laugh softly, and you flush even more. You'd never even entertained the thought that he could be so suave.

A few minutes go by in this heavy, powerful silence, until Gyro finally speaks. "That should be fine in a couple days," he says, and you turn to him. "It's odd, but I've gotten the same exact burns off of these things." He pats the steel balls that rest in the holsters on his hips. "They can generate quite a lot of heat."

"Oh." Gyro smiles at you and leans back, resting his hands behind his head. "Well, thanks again. I'm not usually that clumsy."

Gyro's eyebrows shoot up at that, and he grins at you. "Oh, really? Then how do you explain the two loaves of bread that you dropped off your horse a couple days ago?" You blink, surprised, and Gyro's grin only grows. "And when you led your horse - and Johnny and I - down a dead-end pathway for a whole hour?" You start to smile, laughing, and Gyro leans towards you with bright eyes. "You're a total klutz, (Y/N)!"

You both dissolve into laughter, completely taken by the moment, and it takes a long time for you to compose yourself. "Oh man," you giggle, wiping a tear from your eye. "You really got me, asshole."

"I know." Once you've both gotten ahold of yourselves, you find yourself looking into Gyro's eyes with the remnants of a smile on your face. You've always known he was handsome, but something about the dim firelight makes him look like a Roman statue - perfectly sculpted, but real and tangible before you. "(Y/N), you're staring again."

You blink, startled, and Gyro laughs at the shock in your expression. "It's fine, I don't mind." He smiles as he reaches out and brushes a bit of sand off of your shoulder. "Gives me the perfect opportunity to appreciate your beauty up close."

You laugh shortly, and Gyro takes your hands in his. "I'm not kidding. You really are lovely." The laughter dies in your throat, and you look up at Gyro with wide eyes. "We should get some sleep, it's getting late," he whispers, his face mere inches away from yours. Before you can reply, he leans in even closer and presses a quick, fleeting kiss to your lips. "Goodnight."

He turns away and tilts his hat down over his face before you can get a word in - though even if you could, you don't know what you'd say. You're left totally starstruck by Gyro, and all you can really do is lean back and shut your eyes. You grin, resting your head on your small backpack, and sleep quickly catches up to you. You have no clue what tomorrow brings - Gyro's just proven himself to be a man of surprises.

[mikauzoran]

Lukadrien: Zebras Can’t Change Their Stripes: Chapter Ten

Read it on AO3: Zebras Can’t Change Their Stripes: Chapter Ten

The days slowly passed and coalesced into weeks which gradually became months, and, still, nothing seemed to be happening romantically between Marinette and Adrien.

“I wish they would just get it over with already,” Luka groaned, letting his forehead thunk against the table in the pub. “It’s killing me having this hang over my head.”

Marc grimaced as he reached out and patted Luka on the shoulder. “Luc, we all love you and want to support you, but I think your dwelling on losing Marinette and Adrien to each other has reached an unhealthy level.”

“You’ve been on about it for five months now,” Jacob sighed into his Bourbon.

Josie took another shot of Tequila and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Honestly, I don’t think you have anything to worry about when you and Adrien are already practically married.”

Luka blew out a snort. “Josie, it’s not like that between us.”

“Sure, it’s not,” she scoffed. “And I guess you and Adrien tell other people ‘I love you’ all the time too?”

Luka’s face flushed. “Those are platonic ‘I love you’s.”

“What about the handholding?” Jacob challenged, weighing in on the matter. “You didn’t hold my hand that much when we were dating, but you and Adrien are always walking around holding hands or linking pinkies.”

“It’s…platonic,” Luka insisted, trying to keep his wits about him as his friends ganged up. “Adrien is a really tactile person. Holding his hand helps him feel grounded.”

Marc cleared his throat, setting his limonade aside. “I usually stay out of this kind of thing…”

Luka deflated, knowing that all was lost if Marc were eschewing his neutrality.

“…but you and Adrien kiss each other on the cheek an awful lot for it to still be considered platonic, Luc. Adrien doesn’t interact with us like that. Maybe you should start to consider that it’s not totally platonic on his end either,” Marc gently suggested, not wanting to push too much but feeling like desperate measures were warranted after so much time had passed with Luka continually chasing his own tail.

“And what about the way you two are always snuggling and nuzzling each other?” Josie chimed in with a fresh attack (and none of Marc’s subtlety or finesse). “And the nose touches? Friends don’t touch their noses together like that.”

Luka winced, straightening up to grab his glass of water and sip at it sullenly. “I’ve told you before. Adrien was kept isolated from other people until he was thirteen, and he was raised in an abusive, affectionless home. He’s not very good at determining what’s socially acceptable, he sucks at boundaries, and he’s deplorably touch-starved. You can’t judge his feelings by his behavior according to normal societal standards.”

“Maybe not,” Marc agreed, “but we can compare Adrien’s behavior towards you with Adrien’s behavior towards others. While he is affectionate with us, it’s nowhere near as affectionate as he is with you.”

“You should ask Nino,” Jacob suggested, leaning forward to grab a slice of bread from the basket in the center of their table.

“I witnessed Adrien licking Nino’s cheek the other day when they were baking together,” Luka grumbled. “I don’t think Adrien’s affectionate behavior indicates much else besides the fact that he’s comfortable with me.”

There was a brief stretch of discontent silence filled by the mumble of the other pub patrons before Jacob spoke up again:

“But you told me a month ago that you and Adrien had started having sleepovers. That’s got to mean something, doesn’t it?”

Marc and Josie both whipped their heads around to gawk at Jacob and then Luka.

“Wait. What?” Marc choked.

“You and Adrien hooked up?!” Josie gasped.

“No-no-no!” Luka set his glass down so that he could frantically wave his hands to accompany his denial. “No. Not like that. He just—I was just—One night we were lying on his bed watching a movie, and we started to fall asleep, so I was going to get up and go to my own room, but he said to just sleep there, and…and I was so tired that I did.”

Josie arched a skeptical eyebrow. “And then what?”

Luka’s gaze dropped to the table. “And then the same thing kept happening? Though, recently, he’s been asking to sleep in my bed from the start, so…I don’t know. He likes snuggling, and he doesn’t like being alone. When we were teenagers, he used to use me as a body pillow all the time when we hung out and he spent the night. The bed sharing and the snuggling aren’t really new.”

“It’s just different now that there’s no Juleka or Rose or Capitaine to walk in on you if things start getting spicy,” Jacob snickered.

Luka reached out and smacked the bassist soundly on the arm. “It’s not like that. It would be criminal to make a move on Adrien. He trusts me.”

“Maybe we’ll all get lucky and he’ll make a move on you first,” Marc sighed, picking up his limonade and taking a long pull on the straw, lips puckering at the sweet and sour tang of the drink.

“Amen,” Josie clucked. “At any rate, you and Adrien need to sit down and have a ‘define the relationship’ conversation before you drive the rest of us nuts. This has gone on far too long, and I’m starting to consider having an intervention.”

“Josephine,” Marc warned lightly as Luka growled, “Don’t you dare. Things are still a little unstable for Adrien, and he needs to be able to feel safe in his own home. Don’t you dare tell him about my feelings and take that peace of mind away from him.”

Josie let out an enormous sigh, putting her hands up in surrender. “Luc, you’re such a martyr. It kills me.”

Jacob reached out and rested a hand on Luka’s forearm. “Honestly, I don’t think you’re giving Adrien enough credit. He’s a tough guy. I don’t think he’ll spook if he finds out how you feel.”

Luka bit his lip. “…I’m more concerned about him feeling indebted to me and pressured to try to pay me back, honestly.”

Jacob winced and gave Luka’s arm a supportive squeeze. “Yeah. Okay. That’s legit.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about him feeling obliged to return your feelings,” Josie added softly, all teasing and belligerence gone from her voice.

“I agree,” Marc seconded, putting a hand on Luka’s shoulder. “I genuinely think that Adrien is interested in you.”

Luka hung his head and shook it. “Thanks, guys, but…I just don’t know. I’m still too beat up over Marinette to put my heart out there again and risk what’s left of it getting pulverized.”

Josie opened her mouth to say something supportive, but she caught sight of a familiar blonde entering the restaurant over Luka’s right shoulder and snapped to attention, warning her friends, “Look sharp, Gents. Baby Boi incoming.”

Marc and Jacob casually withdrew their comforting hands from Luka so as not to draw suspicion, and Luka nearly vibrated in his seat from the sheer willpower it took not to turn around and stare.

Adrien entering a room always took his breath away, and Luka was afraid the raw emotion written on his face if he turned to watch would be too obvious.

“Hey guys!” Adrien greeted as he closed in on their table. “Mama-Marc…Jojo…Jacques.” He went around the table anticlockwise, giving each of their friends a set of air kisses to the sides of their cheeks.

He received a warm welcome of hugs and kisses and claps on the back in return.

When he got to Luka, Adrien sank down into the chair that had been saved for him on Luka’s side of the table and shone a brilliant smile on his roommate.

“Hey, You,” Adrien breathed, voice soft and intimate as his eyes bubbled with warmth and affection.

“Hey.” Luka internally swooned.

That smile, those eyes, and that tone of voice always did him in.

Adrien topped it all off by leaning in and placing a whisp of a kiss on Luka’s cheek, lingering for a breath and making Luka dizzy.

Luka mentally chided himself for being such a lightweight in love, but Adrien seemed to know how to effortlessly press all of Luka’s buttons.

Adrien drew back with a coy smile, holding Luka’s gaze for just a second before turning to the rest of the gang.

“Sorry I’m late. We got a last-minute order for two-hundred macarons, so things were a little crazy, and Tom needed me to stay later to clean up, since the macaron order put us behind.”

Even as Adrien’s attention was on the other three, his arm snaked around the back of Luka’s chair possessively, proving that Luka was still, at least subconsciously, on Adrien’s mind.

It was the little things like that that gave Luka a torturous glimmer of hope.

“No worries,” Marc assured with his usual golden retriever smile. “Sorry work was so hectic.”

“Yeah, you’re good. Luc already ordered for you, so it’s not like you held us up or anything,” Josie informed with a wink and a sly smile.

“No harm done,” Jacob confirmed, giving Adrien’s arm a light punch. “Sorry work sucked.”

Adrien turned back to Luka with a face glowing in gratitude. “You ordered for me? Thank you so much.”

Luka’s ears started to burn like dry leaves. “I got you the vegetable tart and Evian to drink. I hope that’s okay.”

Adrien nodded, stressing, “That’s perfect. Just what I wanted.”

He then peered curiously at Luka’s glass.

“And what are you having?”

Luka rolled his eyes in fond exasperation. “Water.”

Some days Luka thought it was sweet that Adrien cared so much about Luka having a healthier relationship with alcohol; some days Luka felt like a child being supervised.

But then Adrien smiled his most innocent smile at Luka, and Luka’s mild irritation vanished.

“I’m really proud of you, you know?” Adrien metaphorically cut the final string keeping Luka suspended over the shark tank.

Luka was a goner, completely turning to goo at Adrien’s praise.

“I’m so proud that you’re staying sober despite hanging out with those two lushes.” Adrien quirked his head at Jacob and Josie who burst into peals of slightly tipsy giggles.

Luka gave his eyes another roll. “They are enough to drive a man to drink, aren’t they?”

“Be nice, Luc,” Marc scolded even as he chuckled at Josie and Jacob’s expense.

“It’s okay,” Josie snickered. “I mean, it is true.”

Jacob shrugged good-naturedly and took another sip of his Bourbon. “So, what else did you do today besides bake macarons, Adrien?”

Adrien blew out a sigh, leaning back in his chair. “Today was kind of busy. I had business and acting classes back-to-back, and then I went for my therapy appointment before heading to the bakery for my shift.”

Josie let out a long whistle. “You really did have a jampacked day. Just thinking about it makes me tired.”

“It wasn’t so bad.” Adrien tried to reassure her. “My schedule was a lot worse as a teenager with school and modeling and all of my extracurricular activities.”

Josie groaned. “Don’t remind me. I had almost forgotten about how much I want to hit your father over the head with a clipboard.”

“I don’t know how you managed so well,” Marc confessed, grabbing a slice of bread from the basket as he slowly shook his head in wonder.

Adrien’s cheeks colored as he smiled bashfully, trying to convince them, “It really wasn’t that bad.”

“Yes, it was,” Jacob snorted.

“You’re just that amazing,” Luka whispered—perpetually in awe of Adrien—as he leaned in to press a kiss to Adrien’s cheek.

“Hm?” Adrien didn’t quite hear Luka over the cacophony of the pub and turned to ask him to repeat what he had said.

As a result, the kiss intended for Adrien’s cheek ended up on the corner of his mouth.

Luka pulled back with a start, and the two stared at one another in disbelief for a moment.

It was like the first time Adrien had kissed Luka on the cheek on his way out the door. Back then, they had both pulled back and stared for a beat before deciding that cheek kisses goodbye and hello were now something normal that they did.

A hush seemed to fall over the entire pub as Luka waited for Adrien to spring back in alarm.

Instead, Adrien’s initial surprise thawed into a content smile, and he slowly, intentionally moved forward. He pressed the softest, lightest, sweetest kiss to Luka’s lips, and it was absolute perfection.

Luka’s entire body tingled as he applied just the smallest amount of pressure back.

In truth, he wanted to dive right in and drown in Adrien, but this, now, was enough for the moment.

Adrien gradually pulled away and gave Luka another dazzling smile before turning back to the rest of the band.

“So, what did I miss? What were you guys talking about before I got here?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Josie interjected. “Nuh-uh. Not so fast. What was that?!”

Adrien blinked and tipped his head to the side. “What?”

Jacob let loose a short burst of laughter. “Don’t ‘what’ us. You know what. What was that?!”

Adrien looked to Luka (who was currently no help because metaphorical fireworks were going off in an epic display in his brain) and then shrugged.

“Nothing. Obviously, just an accident.”

“Pft!” Marc looked away to avoid spraying his friends with spittle as he was caught off-guard by a skeptical laugh.

“Right. An accident,” Josie scoffed.

Adrien shrugged again unflappably. “He was obviously aiming for my cheek. It’s not a big deal. It’s only a big deal if you make it a big deal, and I’m not going to.”

Josie glared at her uncooperative adopted little brother. “Right. Well. It just so happens that before you got here, we were talking about you and your very good just-a-friend Marinette.”

Adrien’s brow pinched into a miffed frown.

Josie’s lips quirked upward into a smirk as she felt she’d regained control of the situation. “How is your just-a-friend Marinette?”

Marc cast a surreptitious glance Luka’s way to ascertain whether Luka was okay with the topic of conversation, but Luka was still in a delirious daze over the kiss and didn’t seem fazed.

“Marinette’s fine, thank you,” Adrien replied cordially, stubbornly digging in his heels and refusing to let Josie win their ongoing contest of wills.

Josie’s eyebrow arched impishly. “Is she still just a friend, despite the fact that you work at her family bakery and her father wants to adopt you as heir?”

Adrien rolled his eyes, leaning in to grab a slice of bread. “Yep. She’s still just a friend. Thanks for asking.”

He took an unconcerned bite of the sliver of baguette.

“Are you sure?” Jacob chimed in with an air of amusement. “Not only does Tom have you set to take over the family business, but Marinette’s got you working modeling her designs too. Does Marinette know you two are just friends?”

“Yes,” Adrien answered emphatically. “Marinette and I are definitely on the same page about our relationship. Working for her family is just a matter of convenience. They’re friends doing me a favor because not a lot of people are comfortable hiring Adrien Agreste, and, I mean, I have to put myself through school somehow.”

Though, Adrien had often thought that he wouldn’t mind becoming a baker. He enjoyed the work, and Tom had such a passion for it that it was hard not to catch his enthusiasm. But it wasn’t like Adrien was going to tell his bandmates that because it would only give Josie and Jacob fodder with which to tease him.

“Not to split hairs over trifles, but isn’t Luka putting you through school?” Marc hummed, raising his straw to his lips.

“Et tu, Marc?” Adrien groaned at the implicit betrayal.

Marc shrugged, shooting Adrien a sheepish smile.

“I’m going to pay him back someday,” Adrien asserted. “Once I’m a famous actor…or successful business owner or something. I’m not sure which one of my degrees is going to be profitable first, but I’m going to pay him back as soon as I can.”

Jacob dropped his joking tone and rested a hand on Adrien’s arm. “Relax. We know you will.”

Further discussion on the topic was interrupted by the arrival of the meal.

 The pub wasn’t far from their flat, so, after saying goodbye to the gang, Adrien and Luka walked home hand in hand. They released their hold on each other when they reached the apartment building and had to proceed one by one up the narrow flight of stairs to the third floor.

As Luka finished locking up behind them, he bit his lip and hesitated before remarking, “…So…about that kiss…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Adrien assured as he shrugged off his coat and hung it on the coat tree next to the door. “It’s not a big deal.”

A thought hit Adrien like a bolt of lightning, and he whirled around to study Luka’s expression. “Unless I made you uncomfortable?”

“No!” Luka’s voice thundered in the quiet apartment, and he cleared his throat and lowered his volume before continuing levelly, “No, kissing is good. I wasn’t uncomfortable.”

“Good,” Adrien exhaled in relief, the sudden burst of tension gradually dissipating from his body. “I’m glad I didn’t screw anything up.”

Luka’s tone turned soft and fond. “No. You’re perfect, Perfect Fifth.”

“I don’t know about that,” Adrien chuckled, stepping in to carefully unloop the scarf from around Luka’s neck.

Luka’s cheeks flushed at the intimate gesture combined with Adrien’s proximity. He hoped Adrien might mistakenly attribute Luka’s rosy cheeks to the cold.

“Hey,” Adrien whispered.

Luka quirked an eyebrow, brain refocusing on Adrien—every blink of his eyelids, every twitch of his muscles.

Adrien licked his lips and looked up at Luka with an expression filled with raw vulnerability. “May I sleep with you tonight?”

Luka’s stomach flipped, and he had to fight to tamp down his visceral initial reaction. “O-Of course. …Why do you ask? Is something wrong?”

Battling back shame, Adrien nodded. “It’s dumb. I know I shouldn’t be upset about it, but there was this jerk at the bakery today who had a bone to pick with my father and took it out on me instead.”

Luka’s fingers curled into fists, and his teeth sank into his bottom lip. His body started to tremble as instant rage ignited within him.

Adrien took Luka’s hand and gently undid the fists one by one, a grateful smile hovering on his lips.

“Shh. I’m fine,” he promised. “Tom let the guy have a piece of his mind, and Sabine told him he wasn’t welcome at the bakery anymore, so it was fine, but—”

“—That’s not fine,” Luka hissed, pulling Adrien into a protective embrace. “It’s not.”

Adrien let himself go slack, relaxing into Luka’s arms. He’d been longing to retreat there all day, and finally being wrapped up in the safety and warmth he’d craved felt exquisite.

“Orpheus,” he breathed, surrendering himself to be cared for and fussed over.

[dear-yandere]

[1/2]A darling that is totally and completely devoted to their JoJo. Darling being fine, and adapting to whatever situation said JoJo has put them through. Beatings, kidnappings, whatever. Being bizzarly okay with it. Obviously just wanting to please their JoJo by adapting further to make *them* happier. Being clingy, and lovey whenever said JoJo would want. After a while though, of JoJo being gone. Things would, derail onward. Darling being obsessive, paranoid about where JoJo may have been.

[2/2] You know "I've done all I can for you, you've taken my freedom and I'll I ask is you STAY WITH ME."a darling that seems perfect but once the layers have been pealed back.It's obvious there's some serious issues under it all. That it's all been a form of subconscious manipulation to get JoJo as devoted as Darling is.The question being of what JoJo's would take advantage of that,be totally put off by it, or just not care.Not necessarily taking advantage,but understanding of the mutual feeling.

Take advantage of:

Johnny — a darling who is completely and utterly devoted to him no matter how much he may harass or beat them? It’s almost too easy for him. While he’d probably get annoyed about darling constantly asking where he’s been, it won’t take long to mold them into a subservient lover who doesn’t ask questions.

Bothered by it:

Joseph — he likes seeing his lil sis rely on and need him, sure, but seeing them like... this? He has no one to blame but himself. He’s been a bad influence on her, obviously, but what can he do at this point? They’re already obsessed with him, it’s not like he can just pull away. Not when they need their big bro the most... right?

Gappy — he doesn’t really understand, to be honest. It’s partially because of his missing memories, but even he knows that his lover’s obsessive behavior is troubling. He doesn’t know how to approach the situation though, so he tends to avoid them until he can figure out an answer. Would probably confide in Yasuho quite a bit...

Josuke — the sudden change is a major stroke to his ego, but it’s temporary. He doesn’t like being bossed around, and although he would never snap at his darling (not when they care about him so much), he’d feel guilty. He might’ve not done anything wrong and he’d still feel guilty. He’s sort of on the borderline between being bothered by it and being taken advantage of.

Jotaro — he just doesn’t like his personal space and secrets intruded upon. At the same time, he’s unused to being coddled so much by anyone other than his mother. It’s troubling from the start, especially since his darling seems less apt to listen to him if it doesn’t involved them being with him in some shape or form. Out of these five, he’s the most likely to snap, just out of sheer annoyance and anger.

Giorno — he’s... unsettled, that’s for sure, but a big part of him is happy. It doesn’t erase how bothered he is by his darling’s extreme dependency on him, especially since he can’t always be there for them, but he does let himself enjoy their coddling and lovey-dovey moments from time to time. Besides Joseph and maybe Josuke, he’s the only one that would seek therapy for his darling.

Be taken advantage of:

Jolyne — she just wants to please her darling. She has to, because if she doesn’t, they’ll leave her too. Just like Romeo did. Just like Jotaro did. She’ll happily give into the manipulation, the questions, the yelling and crying and guilt-tripping — just don’t leave her. Please don’t leaver her too.

Jonathan — like Jolyne, he wants to please his darling, but at the same time, he’s content with not being theirs. To find out that his beloved loves him just as much as he loves them is a dream come true. He’d become far more overbearing, but darling seems to like it.

[smuttyaf]

Mr. Hemmings

To be honest, you don’t know where this new found confidence is coming from since you’re normally a red face blubbering mess in front of him. Maybe it was the wink he sent you this morning or his eyes constantly roaming down your body, whatever it was made your confidence boost and let your wild side escape.

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Rating: R [A HIGH AMOUNT OF DOMINANCE AND TALKING DIRTY] 

The sound of your bedroom door creaking open and the shutters of your blinds getting pulled up had your eyes beginning to peal open, the sunlight shinning through the curtains had a hiss falling from your lips as you turn your body over to look at whomever decided to disturb you so early in the morning.

“Y/N what time did you go to bed last night?” Your mom questions as you hear her wining your window open. The sound of birds chirping and lawn mowers shaving long strands of grass begin to flutter into your ears.

“I don’t know, two maybe four in the morning?” You respond while groaning and throwing your head into your pillowcase, the softness of the pillow comforting you as you let a please sigh slip from your lips.

“Really Y/N! Why were you up so late?” Your mom ask with such frustration in her voice that your actually scared to look at her, but you’re actually relieved when she sits down at the foot of your bed and begins to rub your calf in her thigh.

“I was binge watching The Vampire Diaries sue me.” You say, voice muffled because of the pillow but your mom lets a tired sigh fall from her lips before pinching your calf gently.

“You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s bad for your body.” Your mom says, only leaving you to blink your eyes open and roll them.

“Ugh.” You groan before turning around in her grasp and looking up at her, the sunlight somewhat blinding your eyes.

“It’s the truth Y/N, anyways freshen up. Breakfast is downstairs and I need to talk to you also.” Your mom states while rising up and off the bed, her warm skin leaving your body, causing you to pout.

“What do we need to talk about?” You ask while raising up, your left hand coming up to cover your eyes from the beaming sun as you watch your mom begin to walk out of your door. “Come downstairs and you’ll find out.” Is the only thing she says, causing another groan to fall from your lips before you hear the door slam shut, making you stand and  walk out your bedroom and straight to the washroom.

You quickly brush your teeth and wash your face before you hop in the shower, the feeling of the warm water hitting your cool body had a please sigh slipping through your lips as you quickly washed up and hopped out.

You made your way into your room and quickly put on your under garments before lotioning your body up, the scent of coconut in the air as you walked over to your window with your towel wrapped around your body just in time to see your beautiful neighbor.

Just a few yards away from you, you saw Mr. Hemmings just getting out of the shower also, his body glistening with water as a white towel was loosely wrapped around his hips. His once blond hair now resting dark amongst his forehead, he brings his hand up and brushes it out of his face, making his body look so lean and slender.

A satisfied moan slipped from your lips as you watch Mr. Hemmings continue to paste around his room, continuously looking around for something that he lost. You watch as his body begins to walk towards the window that reflects yours, his arms reaching out and pulling open a drawer that is conjoined to his desk, his arm moving around like he is searching for the item before pausing and looking up towards you.

A squeal immediately slips from your mouth as you watch Mr. Hemmings lips tug into a smirk before dropping into a wink, your fingers quickly tugging back from the shutters and stepping away from them, your body turning around and walking to your closet to get decent clothes so you could go downstairs presentable.

It was a lie if you ever told yourself that you didn’t find Mr. Hemmings so remarkably hot; he has such an amazing body, he was smart due to him being a accountant, great with his daughter, and he has such a playful personality.

You remember the first time when he introduced himself to you, his charming smile set along his beautiful face as his strawberry blond hair was falling over his forehead in loose ringlets as a heavy brown box was shifting around in his hand when he met you, his daughter, Jocelyn, was running around and blowing bubbles on the lawn.

You knew from there you were going to be ruined even though he barley talked to you. Just a simple, ‘Hello my name is Mr. Hemmings and I’ll be your next door neighbor, and that little girl right over there is my daughter, Jocelyn,’ left with butterflies in your stomach. 

“So what’s up?” You say while rising one of your freshly plucked eyebrows up on your forehead as your mother places a warm plate‒bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast‒out in front of you with a fork before walking towards the fridge.

“So you know Mr. Hemmings?” Your mom says while tugging open the fridge and pulling out a cartoon of orange juice. You nod, making her carry on. “He needs you to babysit Jocelyn… He has to go to an important business meeting.” She says while taking a tall glass out of the cabinet and pouring you a glass before setting it in front of you.

“Really!” You say while raising your eyebrows, a hint of excitement in your voice knowing that Mr. Hemmings asked about you and that you also get to babysit Jocelyn for the night.

“Yup, I told him you would do it, I know how much you love Jocelyn.” Your mom says while turning back around and placing the orange juice back into the fridge before walking towards you and leaning against the counter of the island that you’re eating at.

“I do love Jocelyn.” You state while taking a bite of your eggs.

And you really did love Jocelyn, you and her always hanged out together right after school because Mr. Hemmings couldn’t pick her up so early because of work, but that didn’t bother you because Jocelyn was very easy-going and nice, her personality very mature at such a young age but also energetic. You were actually surprise how quickly she understood you when you said that you needed to finish your homework first before playing with her, remembering a bunch of times were the kids that you use to babysit after school would just constantly annoy the living hell out of you just so you could stop doing your homework, but Jocelyn understood. It surprised you on how long it took Mr. Hemmings to actually allow you to babysit her at night.

“And she loves you back. So now hurry up and finish your breakfast, I want you to clean up your room while I’ll be looking for some flowers for the front, it needs to look pretty.” Your mom says while fluttering her eye lashes, a snort immediately trailing from your throat as you roll your eyes.

“Hey now, leave me alone and finish up.” Your mom says before grabbing her purse from right next to you and pressing a kiss to your head, a sigh of comfort slipping from your nose. “Love you.” Your mom calls from down the hallway as you hear the usual sound of her heels clicking together on the tile floor before the alarm system sounding off when she opens the door.

“Love you too!” You shout before you hear the door shut, you just sit in your chair and slurp on your orange juice.

With your charger and headphones in your hand, you walked up the concrete drive of the Hemmings home. Your legs bringing you swiftly to the army green door with decorative designs in the window that you’ve grown accustomed to, you bring your index finger to the familiar yellow door bell and press on it.

“Y/N! Thanks again for doing this for me, it’s greatly appreciated!” Mr. Hemmings says once he opens the door, not even saying hello first, which causes you to feel your cheeks begin to heat up.

“Yeah no problem Mr. Hemmings, you know it isn’t a bother,” You say while smiling, your fingers beginning to slip into the loops of your head phones before you hear a squeal of excitement being heard from down the hall, your smile expanding.

“Fruit Loop!” You hear Jocelyn scream before she is pushing between Mr. Hemmings legs and running into yours. Her small arms wrapping around your legs as you laugh before bending down and hugging her.

“JoJo! How has it been you bugger?” You say while gently tickling her sides, a giggle falling from her lips before she reaches over and wraps her arms around your neck, a hum of surprise falling from your lips before you wrap your arms around her again.

“It’s been too long Y/N! Can we watch a movie and eat popcorn!” Jocelyn exclaims, pulling her face away from your neck and smiling at you with her eyes filled with excitement.

“Why not, go pick out the movie and I’ll be there in a bit.” You say as you watch Jocelyn nod her head in agreement before scurrying away to find a movie. Your legs rising up as you look back at Mr. Hemmings who has a smile on his face as his eyes look at you with so much happiness.

“You’re so great with her.” He says while smiling his charming smile, causing you to feel heat rise back onto your cheeks.

“Thanks, it just comes naturally.” You say while laughing lightly, Mr. Hemmings joins in. His eyes trailing over your features slowly which causes you to quiet down and look around the porch that you’ve grown familiar to.

“Oh um, sorry, dozing off a bit. But make sure to feed Jocelyn there is a twenty on the kitchen counter so you can order pizza, buy yourself a pop because you deserve it, and make sure you put her to bed by nine the latest.” Mr. Hemmings says, making you nod at each word he is saying as you watch him reach into his back pocket and pull out his wallet.

“And here’s for…. basically everything really.” He says, placing two hundred dollar bills in your palm, causing your jaw to drop before you look up at him.

“I-It shouldn’t cost this much.” You stutter while taking a step towards him, wanting to give back the money.

“You’ve watch my daughter since September Y/N, it’s the least I can do.” Mr. Hemmings says while smiling down at you, causing everything in you not to surge forward and lock your lips with his, but you quickly shy back and look down at the ground.

“Listen Y/N I‒” But Mr. Hemmings words soon get cut off with the familiar sound of his phone ringing, your head popping up when you hear a annoyed sigh fall from his lips before you watch him answer the phone.

“I’m coming now. Yeah I’m just running behind, talking with the babysitter.” He says while stepping out of the house and down the porch, the sound of his keys clicking around in his pocket as he stuffs his hand in there to grab them.

“Jesus Christ I’ll be there soon.” Mr. Hemmings voice booms into the phone, the sound of anger and frustration obvious in his tone as he unlocks his car and opens the door. Thank god you hear Jocelyn’s feet pad against the wooden flooring and meet you at the door with the DVD Inside Out glued to her chest.

“Great movie to pick, never watched this before.” You say while smiling down at her, trying to push her back into the door way so she doesn’t see her dad all angry and flustered but that doesn’t even help.

“Bye daddy! I love you!” Jocelyn screams while waving her hand at her dad as he gets into his car, his hand coming out of the rolled down window and waving back at her.

“Love you too baby, have fun.” He calls back with his phone still pressed to his ear as he begins to pull out of the drive way.

“Would you rather have pizza or popcorn?” You say when turning away from the sun at the stop sign all the way down the street and looking down at Jocelyn as her dirty blond head of hair looks back up at you with her ocean blue coloured eyes.

“Why not both,” She says smiling before turning around and running back into the leaving room, causing a smile to spread on your lips once again as you step into the house and chuck off your shoes.

“Yeah, why not both.”

It was twelve o’clock and Jocelyn was upstairs bathed clean and now tucked into her bed. You couldn’t just leave a four year old to stay in an empty house so you stayed downstairs and decided to catch up on Stranger Things, which you weren’t really paying attention to, instead you were scrolling through Instagram and messaging your friends.

The sound of the front door opening had you leaning your back off of the couch and clicking your phone off, you heard a muffle groan before you caught sight of black jeans stepping into the living room.

Mr. Hemmings stood in the doorway, your eyes ran over the expense of what he was wearing which was a deep red dress shirt with a pair of black skinny jeans. You watch a smile tug on the ends of his lips as he steps deeper into the living room before plopping down on the seat next to you, the scent of his cologne clouding your senses.

“So how was your night?” Luke says, hands spreading along the back of the couch as his eyes flicker between the TV show and you. A smile spreads on your lips as you just give Mr. Hemmings a once over before speaking.

“It was fun, Jocelyn and I watched a movie, painted our nails, and then she took a bath and headed to bed.” You inform him, the smile on your lips getting wider as you remember painting Jocelyn’s nails a pretty lilac colour.

“Cute, I’m glad you two had fun, better night then what I had…” Mr. Hemmings said while taking his left hand off of the couch and brushing it though his unstyled hair, a sigh falling from his lips as his eyes tear away to look amongst the table in front of him.

“Oh yeah, it must be incredibly boring being in meetings, especially so late at night,” You say while laughing, Mr. Hemmings laughs also while turning his head towards you. His eyes, once again, taking in your physique as you stare back at him. Instead, this time you don’t dare to shy away from his alluring stare, you just look back at him with your eyebrows raised.

“Is there something on me Mr. Hemmings?” You question very teasingly, your eyes gazing down towards your tank top and shorts, eyes roaming amongst your front to find if you had crumbs anywhere on you.

“Hey, call me Luke, and no nothing, just… admiring.” Luke says, his lips tugging into a smirk as you flick your eyes towards him. You shake your head a bit before standing and stretching out your limbs while a small moan escapes your lips.

“I should be heading home now, you’re here… Luke,” You say, causing Luke to laugh before shaking his head. His hand trailing out of his hair and resting at his chin as he stares at you.

“No stay and finish your show, it would be a shame to have to watch it again,” Luke insists, and Luke isn’t wrong, you nod your head slightly before plopping down on the couch.

“So what did you do in your meeting?” You ask, eyes still focus on the show in front of you.

“Oh it wasn’t a business meeting…” Luke sighs, which makes you turn your gaze away from the show.

“What was it then?” You mutter, only making Luke sigh again while running his hand through his hair again.

“I had to meet up with Jocelyn’s mom to talk about having shared custody with her, which I don’t want her having since she’s an unfit mother, hell she doesn’t even have a proper place to live and she wants to take care of Jocelyn over the weekend.” Luke ranted, eyes rolling before they close for moment.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be talking to you about this,” Luke says, that only makes you shake your head while leaning towards Luke and place your hand on his shoulder while rubbing him gently.

“It’s fine Luke, I can tell that you haven’t been able to get your frustration out of you from how angry you speak, continue if you want to, I’m listening.” You state, that makes Luke send you a small smile before continuing to speak about Jocelyn’s mother.

He begins to explain to you about how Jocelyn’s mother did not even want her in the first place, stating how he had to convince her for the longest time. Then he tells you about her neglecting the exact replica of him, saying she would barley feed her, leave her crying in her crib until he got home from work, and physically abuse her for no reason.

He informs you about how his ex girlfriend now decides to pop up and demand some custody over her which is why he is so worked up. He had to take her daughter away from an unfit mother who now demands to see her again when she didn’t even want the spawn of her and boyfriend ever.

Anyone in Luke’s position should be angry, hell, even yourself was angry. Luke and Jocelyn should not be going through with this type of crap in their life since they are so happy just being close together as a small family.

You were next to Luke in an instant, hand rubbing his shoulder while the other on his thigh. His head was placed in the crook of your neck as his left hand continued to rake through his hair, he had his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth while his foot bounced around on the floor underneath the both of you.

“Ugh, that felt so good to get out… it’s just been building up inside of me for so long,” He sighs. “So much built up emotion, you know.”

“Who wouldn’t? But it’s good that you got it out, now you can maybe relax a little bit…” You remark, voice cheery and caring as you continue to rub soothing circles on his muscular thighs.

“Yeah, that did help me relax a little bit. Maybe I could go to the gym or have a pamper night,” Luke chuckles, making you laugh also.

Your eyes run over the exhausted figure nestled in your body, his hair messy along his forehead, lips red and bitten into, three buttons of his burgundy button up undone, and a tired looking crease in the middle of his eyebrows.

“A pamper night does seem nice,” You joked while inching the hand that is on Luke’s thigh closer and closer to his crotch, “But you know what else is very nice and relaxing?” You question, only making Luke turn his head towards you, his navy blue eyes filled with curiosity until you brush your hand against Luke’s cock.

“A good fuck,” You smirked, the palm of your hand digging into his crotch as you looked at him with devious eyes.

To be honest, you don’t know where this new found confidence is coming from since you’re normally a red face blubbering mess in front of him. Maybe it was the wink he sent you this morning or his eyes constantly roaming down your body, whatever it was made your confidence boost and let your wild side escape.

A groan slipped out of Luke’s lips as he bucked his hips up into your hand, his teeth biting down into his lips as looked at you with surprise but also attraction.

“You wouldn’t mind it at all right?” You inquire, your eyebrow rising as you shuffle around to get on your knees, your eyes still staring at Luke daringly and hand still palming his clothed and now semi-hard cock.

Luke shakes his head while tilting it back, a look of pleasure spreading on his facial features as he feels your finger tips run over his belt buckle. The smug smirk is still tugging at the ends of your lips as you lean into his neck that releases the odor of his sexy smelling cologne. You let your tongue slip out of your mouth and lick the expense of his neck before letting the tip of your tongue flick the lobe of his ear to then soon dangle before you tug away and begin to press kisses and let your tongue slide up his sweet smelling skin.

“Good because you need to relax…” You whisper, your hot breath skimming down his wet neck.

Your hand that was rubbing against Luke’s shoulder slides down his chest and to his pants, joining your other hand. Now with both limbs aside you begin to unbuckle his belt, fingers letting the leather strap slide through the heavy metal before your dainty hands unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper, your hands slipping into Luke’s boxer to tug his cock out of his trousers.

Pulling away from Luke’s neck you shuffle back a bit and lean your head towards his member. You let your tongue slip out of your mouth first to run along the slit in his cock, a pleasurable sigh escapes his swollen bitten lips as you continue to kitten lick the deep but small slit in his cock.

But you don’t waste any time, soon enough you’re letting your tongue circle around the crown on his shaft, the perimeter of his head causing you to feel an ache in your tongue since how thick and wide it is. So when you feel the slight stretch of your tongue become to overbearing you flick your tongue against the slit once more before wrapping your lips around his head, your lips sucking him into your mouth as a moan of surprise slips through your lips when you taste a bit of pre-cum drip onto your tongue.

You suppress the need to tease and wait any longer, you let Luke’s thick hard member glide down your throat with ease as you take your free hand and place it at the base of his cock, your lips sucking Luke deeper and deeper into your mouth as your tongue lies on the underside of your mouth and feels every vein protruding and beating with pleasure.

It surprises you when you feel a huge hand skim down your back and dip into your shorts, a moan of satisfaction escapes your throat and vibrates against Luke’s cock when you feel one of his fingers glide against your lips, the feeling so soft and gentle that it has you begin to grow wet between your legs.

That doesn’t stop you from continuing to swallow Luke down your throat though, the taste of his come and himself alone has you only growing wet more and sinking your lips deeper on his cock. Your hand that was continuously tugging at the base of Luke’s cock slips away from the skin due to your mouth covering the space and slides to his twin globes that you rub in the palm of your hand.

As Luke continued to run his finger up and down your now soaking wet slit the sounds that he made only made your heart pound in your chest. You’ve wanted to hear Mr. Hemmings moans, groans, and whimpers since you saw him shirtless the day after him moving in. It has been buried deep in your mine for so long and now that you finally get the chance to hear it along with yourself doing so, you were on cloud nine right now.

For a moment you let your lips pop off of his thick shaft, his member glistening in your salvia, your tongue slips out of your mouth and drags against the red angry protruding vein nestled in the underside of his cock.

Your spit dribbles down your hand and slides onto his two spheres, but you don’t care, you continue to lick all around Luke’s member and slurp his salvia soaked coat self into your mouth, your tongue absolutely loving the taste of him wet and dripping on your tongue.

Your tongue slips back into your mouth now as you lean deeper and suck Luke’s twin globes into your mouth, your tongue welcoming the neglected bits until your wet muscle is circling around the globe and sucking on it with your lips, even this part of him so much sweeter and saltier than ever.

And just as soon as your lips wrapped around the other sphere your mouth tugs away from it and a whimper climbs out of your mouth, Luke slid his finger into your now soaked core, his finger repeatedly thrusting into you as you rock against it. With your mouth distracted by Luke, you let your hand continue to tug him off while your other hand cradles and rubs his globes in your hand.

“Fuck that feels so good Mr. Hemmings,” You moan, the name spilling out of your mouth without thought as you swivel your hips against the length of his finger while your eyes are glued shut.

“You like that don’t you? You feel so tight also,” Luke husks, his free hand pushing your falling hair to the side as he watches your facial expression change with every thrust of his finger that continues to sink deeper and deeper into your heat.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim when you feel Luke curl his finger in you.

You’re completely caught off guard with the fact that Luke is making you feel so good with just one finger, normally it would at least take two fingers to have your toes curling the way they do now. You don’t know if it’s the angle that you’re sitting in or how long Luke’s finger, either one of it has your ears ringing and mind going numb.

“Sir, can you please fuck me,” You moan, your grip around Luke tightening.

“Shit did you just call me sir?” Luke mutters, voice so low and throaty that it has your thighs coming together with the rippling desire.

“Please fuck me, please,” You cry, eyes peeling open and staring into Luke’s, who lets a groan tear through his lips as he slips his finger out and places it in front of your lips, you don’t waste any time when sucking the glistening finger into your mouth, your juices spilling on your tongue that has you moaning and begging Luke for his cock with your eyes.

“You want my cock baby,” Luke whispers, face coming near you. His pupils blown wide as his lips are glistening wet as he tugs his fingers out of your mouth.

“Yes I want your cock, I can I have your cock, please, pretty please” You beg, eyes filling with desperation as you lick your lips.

“Strip for me baby since you want me so bad,” Luke says, and without a second thought you pull your tank top over your head, chucking your bra aside, next your shorts and panties sliding down your legs and hitting the floor. Your eyes peer up at Luke when you’re completely bare.

“Fuck you have such an amazing body,” He says, large hand tearing away from his side and sliding down your hip, a moan slipping from your lips while you nod your head filled with complete submission.

It catches you off guard when Luke’s demeanor changes due to when he shoves your body back against the couch, your head hitting against the couch cushion as he tugs you down a bit by your legs.

You watch as Luke unbuttons the rest of his button down before grasping himself in his hand and running it over your dripping heat. The head of his cock continuing to rub against your pleasurable bud, making your head lean back and dig into the pillow.

“You like that?” Luke grunted, eyes never tearing away from your body to look at your pleasure filled face.

You didn’t even have a chance to answer Luke because right after his question he’s thrusting into you, slow and deep that your eyes roll back and your hands grip the couch cushions beneath you.

The feel of Luke spreading you wide while sinking into you so deep that it has your toes curling and your back bending into the air.  A heavenly moan trails out of your mouth as you just feel him glide into you so easily without any effort, your walls were expanding so gracefully with just the right amount of pain that it caused your mind to blacken for a second.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Luke grunts, his head tossing back as his hand that was placed on your hip slides up and grips your breast roughly in his hand.

It never seems to stop either, the feeling of him stretching you out in the most blissful way possible. With just the right amount of pain and the fantastic feeling of having Luke’s thick member dive into you deliciously has you grinning from ear to ear.

Your eyes blink open and you let a heavy sigh slip through your lips, your eyes looking up at the most beautiful sight before you.

Luke towering over you with his maroon button up open and revealing his toned stomach, his pants peeled down his thighs as his thick member dives into you so slowly but beautifully. His facial features overcome by a pleasurable look; pupils blown wide, thin eyebrows come together to make a crease in his forehead, bitten lips hanging open, as a scarlet red is swiped over his cheeks while his jaw is hanging open.

“You’re so deep in me,” You whimper, legs wrapping around his waist causing him to push forward and sink even deeper and deeper into you that it causes his hips to finally meet yours.

The both of you groaning in unison; yourself at the fact that Luke is hitting your g-spot directly, while Luke groans at how tight you are wrapped around him. Luke pulls his hip back until only the head of his cock is breach only in you until he is thrusting back, rough and hard.

And it continues like that, his hard thrusts meeting your hips each time as he rocks into your core at a fantastic paste. With each movement it has a wet hot obscene squelch emitting from your pussy as the sound of his balls slapping against your backside.

“Fuck it feels like your pussy is under water,” Luke moans, his hand tearing away from his side to spread your legs even wider.

You don’t even have the time to giggle or smile at the comment; instead a moan slips out of your lips when Luke continues to rock into your g-spot with each thrust of his hips.

“Sir…” You moan out, hand tearing away from the couch cushion and slipping onto his thigh as you feel the rapid paste that he’s going at.

“Keep calling me that baby,” Luke grunts, eyes locking with yours and staring at you deeply with sensuality and dominance.

“Sir you’re so deep, fuck,” You whine, eyes begging for more of the feeling that Luke is sending up your core and straight to your mind.

“Yeah I’m deep, deep in your tight went cunt, right,” Luke says, voice so deep and just dripping in sex that it has you keening of need in your throat.

“You like me spreading you nice and wide,” Luke stated, hand tearing away from your breast and gliding to your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat tightly.

“Please don’t stop sir,” You beg as you feel your ears begin to tingle and your stomach chum with the perfect feeling ever.

“You gonna come baby, gonna come on my thick cock spreading you nice and wide?” Luke grunts, his thick self delving into your g-spot so harshly that it has your legs shaking and mouth hanging open as you nod your head.

The pleasure only increases when Luke drops your thigh and begins to toy with your clit with his thumb and index finger. Now your mouth is stretched wide and gasps of air escapes your throat, your eyes staring into his sapphire ones so deeply as you try to control the little bit of self control you have left.

“I don’t think you should come yet though… I want you to beg me,” Luke smirks, now he has sweat cascading down the side of his forehead as his hand continues to tighten around your neck.

“Please sir, let me come, please, please, please…” You rasp, voice wavering with the constant grasp on your throat and the barreling feeling in your abdomen.

“I don’t think you should; have you’ve been good to me? Huh, have you been a good girl?” Luke says, head cocking to the side and eyebrows propped up on his forehead as you just continuously nod your head up and down.

“Yes I’ve been a good girl, been such a good girl. Please can I come? Pretty please?” You weep voice scratchy and raw that it has Luke groaning before he nods his head.

“Yeah baby, come, come on my cock,” Luke grunts, head dipping down and watch as your legs continuously twitch as you release all over Luke’s cock. A high pitched sound emitting out of your throat as the feeling that overcomes you just mind numbing.

And with the tight grasp of yourself wrapped around Luke’s cock it was hard for him to barley move from the tight grasp, so when he lets a delicious whimper slip out of his mouth along with his hot come sinking into you, you couldn’t help but let out moan.

When you both calmed down he loosened the grip that he had on your neck and slipped out of your dripping heat. A whine escaping your throat when the once thick member is now welcomed with air, with your eyes barley open but your body on over drive you lean up on your knees and begin to press kisses along Luke’s neck, sucking love bites up and down the expense of it.

“Jesus Y/N,” Luke mutters as you feel his hand rub up and down your neck gently, causing you to purr under the touch and dig your head deeper into his neck.

But then all of a sudden Luke just halted; his breathing slowed, fingers stopped touching you, a gasp escaped him before he pulled away from your embrace. A look of complete shock running over his features as his one bright face pales.

“W-We should have never done this… I don’t know what came over me…” Luke whispers, eyes raking over your naked frame before he is standing and putting himself together, eyes looking wild and scared as you just stare at him in question.

“Come on Luke, I know you liked it, its okay cause’ I liked it too.” You state while leaning over and running your hand down his arm, and for a moment Luke looks comfortable before he shakes it off and stares at you with concern before shaking his head.

“No this should have never happened… I-I need to get to bed, I just need to go…” Luke breathes before rushing himself out of the living room.

And with that you slipped back on your clothes, shut off the TV and headed back home. You didn’t try and pressure Luke into talking to you because you know it would have been hell, but shit. You couldn’t help the smile on your face, you finally got the courage to sleep with the man that you’ve been adoring for months and now you just need to plan away to do it again.

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36 Easy Ways You Can Turn MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES Into Success

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36 Easy Ways You Can Turn MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES Into Success

Motivation can be defined as the processes that account for an individual’s intensity, direction, and persistence of effort toward attaining a goal.

The word “motivation” comes from the Latin word “movere”, which means move.

Motivation may be defined as the act of stimulating someone to take a desired course of action.

If you get tired, learn to rest, not quit. ~ Unknown

Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day. Rich people can’t buy more hours. Scientists can’t invent new minutes. And you can’t save time to spend it on another day. Even so, time is amazingly fair and forgiving. No matter how much time you’ve wasted in the past, you still have an entire tomorrow. ~ Denis Waitley

Always concentrate on how far you’ve come, rather than how far you have left to go. ~ Unknown

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save. ~ Will Rogers

Live boldly. Push yourself. Don’t settle. ~ Jojo Moyes

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say ‘This is the worst. ~ William Shakespeare

Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. ~ William Faulkner

It is better to take many small steps in the right direction than to make a great leap forward only to stumble backward. ~ Proverb

Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears. ~ Les Brown

Lose Battles, But Win The War: Grand Strategy – Grand strategy is the art of looking beyond the present battle and calculating ahead. Focus on your ultimate goal and plot to reach it. ~ Robert Greene

Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you; Be true to your word and your work and your friend; Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you, Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end. ~ John Boyle O’Reilly

Life has no limitations, except the ones you make. ~ Les Brown

A diamond is just a piece of charcoal that handled stress exceptionally well. ~ Unknown

My past has not defined me, destroyed me, deterred me, or defeated me; it has only strengthened me. ~ Steve Maraboli

If you get up one more time than you fall, you will make it through. ~ Chinese Proverb

First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do. ~ Epictetus

Everything is hard before it is easy ~ Goethe J.W.

He is able who thinks he is able. ~ Buddha

Lack of direction, not lack of time, is the problem. We all have twenty-four hour days. ~ Zig Ziglar

No matter how hard the past, you can always begin again. ~ Buddha

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving. ~ Einstein

Excellence can be obtained if you care more than others think is wise, risk more than others think is safe, dream more than others think is practical, expect more than others think is possible. ~ Unknown

I cannot let the fear of the past color the future. ~ Julie Kagawa

Don’t fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have. ~ Unknown

From small beginnings come great things. ~ Proverb

Each day brings new opportunities, allowing you to constantly live with love—be there for others—bring a little light into someone’s day. Be grateful and live each day to the fullest. ~ Unknown

Make your work to be in keeping with your purpose ~ Leonardo da Vinci

Don’t be pushed by your problems; be led by your dreams. ~ Unknown

I write for the same reason I breathe – because if I didn’t, I would die. ~ Isaac Asimov

More powerful than the will to win is the courage to begin. ~ Unknown

You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with. ~ Jim Rohn

If you hang out with chickens, you’re going to cluck and if you hang out with eagles, you’re going to fly. ~ Steve Maraboli

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Commitment in the face of conflict produces character. ~ Unknown

What the mind can conceive and believe, and the heart desire, you can achieve. ~ Norman Vincent Peale

Don’t let today’s disappointments cast a shadow on tomorrow’s dreams. ~ Unknown

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36 Easy Ways You Can Turn MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES Into Success

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36 Easy Ways You Can Turn MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES Into Success

Motivation can be defined as the processes that account for an individual’s intensity, direction, and persistence of effort toward attaining a goal.

The word “motivation” comes from the Latin word “movere”, which means move.

Motivation may be defined as the act of stimulating someone to take a desired course of action.

If you get tired, learn to rest, not quit. ~ Unknown

Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day. Rich people can’t buy more hours. Scientists can’t invent new minutes. And you can’t save time to spend it on another day. Even so, time is amazingly fair and forgiving. No matter how much time you’ve wasted in the past, you still have an entire tomorrow. ~ Denis Waitley

Always concentrate on how far you’ve come, rather than how far you have left to go. ~ Unknown

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save. ~ Will Rogers

Live boldly. Push yourself. Don’t settle. ~ Jojo Moyes

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say ‘This is the worst. ~ William Shakespeare

Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. ~ William Faulkner

It is better to take many small steps in the right direction than to make a great leap forward only to stumble backward. ~ Proverb

Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears. ~ Les Brown

Lose Battles, But Win The War: Grand Strategy – Grand strategy is the art of looking beyond the present battle and calculating ahead. Focus on your ultimate goal and plot to reach it. ~ Robert Greene

Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you; Be true to your word and your work and your friend; Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you, Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end. ~ John Boyle O’Reilly

Life has no limitations, except the ones you make. ~ Les Brown

A diamond is just a piece of charcoal that handled stress exceptionally well. ~ Unknown

My past has not defined me, destroyed me, deterred me, or defeated me; it has only strengthened me. ~ Steve Maraboli

If you get up one more time than you fall, you will make it through. ~ Chinese Proverb

First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do. ~ Epictetus

Everything is hard before it is easy ~ Goethe J.W.

He is able who thinks he is able. ~ Buddha

Lack of direction, not lack of time, is the problem. We all have twenty-four hour days. ~ Zig Ziglar

No matter how hard the past, you can always begin again. ~ Buddha

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving. ~ Einstein

Excellence can be obtained if you care more than others think is wise, risk more than others think is safe, dream more than others think is practical, expect more than others think is possible. ~ Unknown

I cannot let the fear of the past color the future. ~ Julie Kagawa

Don’t fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have. ~ Unknown

From small beginnings come great things. ~ Proverb

Each day brings new opportunities, allowing you to constantly live with love—be there for others—bring a little light into someone’s day. Be grateful and live each day to the fullest. ~ Unknown

Make your work to be in keeping with your purpose ~ Leonardo da Vinci

Don’t be pushed by your problems; be led by your dreams. ~ Unknown

I write for the same reason I breathe – because if I didn’t, I would die. ~ Isaac Asimov

More powerful than the will to win is the courage to begin. ~ Unknown

You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with. ~ Jim Rohn

If you hang out with chickens, you’re going to cluck and if you hang out with eagles, you’re going to fly. ~ Steve Maraboli

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Commitment in the face of conflict produces character. ~ Unknown

What the mind can conceive and believe, and the heart desire, you can achieve. ~ Norman Vincent Peale

Don’t let today’s disappointments cast a shadow on tomorrow’s dreams. ~ Unknown

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36 Easy Ways You Can Turn MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES Into Success

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36 Easy Ways You Can Turn MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES Into Success

Motivation can be defined as the processes that account for an individual’s intensity, direction, and persistence of effort toward attaining a goal.

The word “motivation” comes from the Latin word “movere”, which means move.

Motivation may be defined as the act of stimulating someone to take a desired course of action.

If you get tired, learn to rest, not quit. ~ Unknown

Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day. Rich people can’t buy more hours. Scientists can’t invent new minutes. And you can’t save time to spend it on another day. Even so, time is amazingly fair and forgiving. No matter how much time you’ve wasted in the past, you still have an entire tomorrow. ~ Denis Waitley

Always concentrate on how far you’ve come, rather than how far you have left to go. ~ Unknown

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save. ~ Will Rogers

Live boldly. Push yourself. Don’t settle. ~ Jojo Moyes

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say ‘This is the worst. ~ William Shakespeare

Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. ~ William Faulkner

It is better to take many small steps in the right direction than to make a great leap forward only to stumble backward. ~ Proverb

Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears. ~ Les Brown

Lose Battles, But Win The War: Grand Strategy – Grand strategy is the art of looking beyond the present battle and calculating ahead. Focus on your ultimate goal and plot to reach it. ~ Robert Greene

Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you; Be true to your word and your work and your friend; Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you, Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end. ~ John Boyle O’Reilly

Life has no limitations, except the ones you make. ~ Les Brown

A diamond is just a piece of charcoal that handled stress exceptionally well. ~ Unknown

My past has not defined me, destroyed me, deterred me, or defeated me; it has only strengthened me. ~ Steve Maraboli

If you get up one more time than you fall, you will make it through. ~ Chinese Proverb

First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do. ~ Epictetus

Everything is hard before it is easy ~ Goethe J.W.

He is able who thinks he is able. ~ Buddha

Lack of direction, not lack of time, is the problem. We all have twenty-four hour days. ~ Zig Ziglar

No matter how hard the past, you can always begin again. ~ Buddha

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving. ~ Einstein

Excellence can be obtained if you care more than others think is wise, risk more than others think is safe, dream more than others think is practical, expect more than others think is possible. ~ Unknown

I cannot let the fear of the past color the future. ~ Julie Kagawa

Don’t fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have. ~ Unknown

From small beginnings come great things. ~ Proverb

Each day brings new opportunities, allowing you to constantly live with love—be there for others—bring a little light into someone’s day. Be grateful and live each day to the fullest. ~ Unknown

Make your work to be in keeping with your purpose ~ Leonardo da Vinci

Don’t be pushed by your problems; be led by your dreams. ~ Unknown

I write for the same reason I breathe – because if I didn’t, I would die. ~ Isaac Asimov

More powerful than the will to win is the courage to begin. ~ Unknown

You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with. ~ Jim Rohn

If you hang out with chickens, you’re going to cluck and if you hang out with eagles, you’re going to fly. ~ Steve Maraboli

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Commitment in the face of conflict produces character. ~ Unknown

What the mind can conceive and believe, and the heart desire, you can achieve. ~ Norman Vincent Peale

Don’t let today’s disappointments cast a shadow on tomorrow’s dreams. ~ Unknown