#Tuff guys were in till the end

[tatekane]

Spoiler!

After watching Tango's ep I was not so excited to watch Bdubs and Etho's ep, but my friend who usually goes against Etho in MCCI told me to watch coz Etho was doing great when it came to movement and fast reactions to danger so I did and I was impressed!

Etho might have died to his own trap BUT he had some kills (including himself lol) and he was making amazing movements while doing it!

Can't knock his performance down for that ending, he did great! He killed Gem, Scott, Impulse, could have killed Joel if not for the repeated teleporting. He was holding himself back with the sword all those crits went to Grian instead coz of teleport... *whispers* he shoulda finished Grian then.

but yeah guys ima give props to Etho, his ep was amazing and was very satisfying to watch. It was unfortunate that the wind charge immediately triggered the trap before he went up. Life's TUFF sometimes.

Now... Bdubs ep, gonna watch now (not hopeful with this one xD ❤)

[tiny-space-platypus]

Everyone sees Danny looks like Tim but I raise you Adult buff as shit, tall as shit, Fenton genetics™, Danny looks like Jason even down to the white tuffs which lead to the most horrified reactions from the Bat family to find a very smiley very well rounded and absolutely no violence Jason just about.

Like,

Dick out and about doing normal daily life shit suddenly sees his brother baby brother 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. Not dressed how he normally scrolling on his phone. There's a part of Dick that wanted to run up and tackle his brother into a hug because OH DEAR LORD HIS SWEET BABY IS SMILING. He hasn't seen him so happy in so long. Dick snaps a photo and moves on.

Tim heads to his normal coffee before heading into the office. He picks up the coffee (he technically isn't supposed to have) only to stop dead where he is when he sees Jason not only outside of Crime Alley, not only drinking coffee, but tinkering with a little device 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘. Tim walks over to and sits down in the seat across from Jason. Work can fucking wait, what in God's name is his brother doing in his coffee shop tinkering like a mad man. Tim kicked him pretty hard under the table causing the man to jump and look at Tim which was a weird as fuck reaction for Jason. Till was about to say something when the other man spoke first. "Can I help you?" That- That wasn't Jason's voice. Tim looked at the man in front of him surprised as he looked at the scars on the muscular fake brother. Time then stammered as he took in this man's scars which he had plenty of but taking a closer look they weren't Jason's either. "I- um sorry. I thought you were my brother-" The man just laughed warmly and smiled which was so unnerving from a face that looked almost identical to his brothers. "It's fine man, don't worry about it" Tim put a tracker on him just in case.

That night in the group chat.

Dick: (sends photo of Jason smiling) HE'S SMILING :DDDD

Tim: Is the world ending????

Bruce: (saving the photo of his smiling son)

Jason: THAT'S NOT FUCKING ME. I was in Crime Alley all day but that's creepy.

Babs: Can confirm Jay was in the alley all day.

Bruce: (sad dad deleting photo of fake son)

Part 2

[kiwibirdlafayette]

VIOLENTLY SOBBING AT THAT ONE PART IN BDUBS VIDEO BY THE WAY. IF YOU EVEN CARE.

When he goes beep bloop he walks back over to the horse drama spot and does this stupid little reflection from like “wow we started with this horse arguement and look. it actually worked out this team thing. It actually worked out” (paraphrased) IM. DUDE. Dude dude due.

THESE TWO SEASONS BEING SUCH INSANE PARALLELS I FUCKIN TOLD YALL The ending being a literal opposite from how last life (the last etho team up) ended where they were separated to the tuff guys pretty much sticking together and having each others back till their goofy ass endings one after the other (ANDTANGO ACCIDENTALY ENDING BDUBS SERIES TOO AS LIKE AN UNINTENTIONAL REPAYMENT FOR THE LAST LIFE BOOGEY KILL. WHAT) it just. Oh my god i love the tuff guys so much. They make me so insane. I need to. I need

[hemlock-reads]

Kinktober day 1: Dirty talk. (MLM Ghost)

18 plus content ahead. Please do not read if you are under 18. This is your final warning. I have warnings all over this page.

Warnings: AMAB, dirty talk (obviously), blowjob (M receiving), mostly you is used, no use of Y/N, Use of pet names, bad punctuation, slight orgasm denial, no beta reader because we die like the sluts we are.

A/N: before we begin this is a Kinktober list for the reboot 141. This is honestly my first time writing NSFW. I just wanted to do Kinktober because I want the practice. Also I wanted to start off strong with a MLM fic because I don’t really see a lot of those. Of course it’s going to be mostly yous and stuff but I do want to make it clear, reader is a male in this. No worries though. I’m going to make sure everyone gets a sweet taste of the boys ;). I just wanted to write something for the guys first. Some of this will be written with OCs as well. I will tag accordingly. Also I just wanted to let you know. Some of these might be short little Drabbles. Some might be longer. Just depends.

Word count: 620

warm hands knead gently in between the tuffs of your hair. Hips jerking to the rhythm of your bobs. His soft touches send sparks throughout your body, making the flame within your stomach grow brighter. your poor cock twitched with each stroke of his hand. It’s leaking tip dripping onto the floor below. Your eyes having little dots of tears at the corner of your eyes. You peered up at the man who’s cock you were devouring. Oh how he loved the sight of you. It was beautiful to say the least.

You both had been going at this for a while now.

Simon's voice hitched when you swirl your tongue around the tip,“That’s a good little pet. So good for your Lieutenant. Always eager to please me.”

Simon was always more vocal when he was getting sucked off. His words are always stringing together into a dirty mess of sentences. Seemingly getting drunk off the pleasure of it all.

You whined at his words stroking the rest of his cock that couldn’t fit into your mouth, your other hand stroking your own. You knew it wouldn’t be enough but you needed relief. You couldn’t cum without him. All these “little” sessions of yours with him, has left you unable to cum unless under his command. You needed him to bring you that pleasure. You just needed to be a good boy and give your Lieutenant what he wants. After all, you always followed orders, right?

You were promised a reward after you helped your lieutenant find his end. Your enraged tip and blazing with anticipation.

Simon moaned, his head tilting back just slightly. Eyes closing in pleasure. His hand travels from your hair to your cheek ever so gently. He looks back down at you through lidded eyes. His hips bucking into you.

He lets out a breathy chuckle “A desperate little whore.” He ruts into your mouth to drive Home the point, causing you to gag in return, “Getting off to sucking his superior's cock.”

Your little whines and moans muffled by his large cock was like music to his ears, “yeah? You want me to help you with that? Want me to fuck your tight little hole till your screaming? Fuck! I can hear it now. Screaming your pretty little head off till it hurts to speak. Yeah I like the sound of that. I want everyone to know your mine!”

Both his hands engulf the back of your head and shove you slightly down onto him. You relax your throat to the best of your ability. Tears stream down your face from the sheer intensity of his words. This only made you rub yourself faster. A faint slick sound coming from you, drool rolling down your chin and onto the floor. It was a beautiful scene to Simon and he was about to make it better.

He was so close, just a little more and then you could have your reward.

His thighs clamp around your head, mewling in ecstasy as his release draws near, “that’s it…that’s it…that’s a good boy.”, he growls out. “That's it. Fuck! that’s fucking it. Yes!” His face contorted from pleasure as he came. His voice spewing out into a guttural roar.

“Fucking hell. Swallow it all, pretty boy. I don’t want a single drop leaving that mouth of yours. Do you understand me?” He restrained himself from pounding into your throat. He didn’t want you to have trouble talking later on when he makes you scream. No he wants to hear all those handsome moans and mewls that you have cooking up in that pretty throat of yours.

“That’s my good boy,” he pants, “Are you ready for your reward”

[simplydannie]

The twins have been 6 months in prison. They begin to go through the waves and motions of it all… for a moment, they think they’re safe…. Until a familiar person pays them a visit…. Then they realize… They’ll never be safe…

She sported her orange RAGEOUS DETENTION CENTER uniform. Her hair tied up its usual ponytail, silver, diamond cuffs around her wrists.

She had just gotten out of “therapy”… so they called it. Hours of being shocked, needles being poked in you… all because of the so called Troll poison.

She pulled and pulled on her cuffs.

“Wait till I can get my hands on that Troll.” She said aloud.

“Vels?” She heard a familiar voice coming through the vent that connected to the other room. “Vels was that you?”

“Veneer?” She called back. What the heck was her brother doing in an isolation room too?

“Yeah it’s me! What the heck is going on?” He called out to her.

“I don’t know. They just brought me in here. I thought you were going to therapy?” She asked.

“I thought so too…. But they shoved me in here…..I- I’m scared Vels.” She heard her brother say… she didn’t respond. Velvet was never the affectionate one… that was always Veneer. The way she showed affection was but rough play and talk.

“Well suck it up! Anybody sees you afraid, they’ll kick your butt.” She replied. The grey metal door of the room opened up, a woman walked in….. one look at her… and Velvets heart dropped. What is she doing here, she thought to herself.

“Wait for me outside.” She said over her shoulder… there they were… the two giant Bergen body guards…. Gruff and Tuff… These two were the first two Bergens Velvet had ever met… they were big and they were mean. They shut the door behind her.

“…. What the hell do you want?” Velvet asked.

“Oh, feisty one for being in jail….. I am came to deliver a message and collect a few things…She’s not happy one bit. The Mistress. She’s especially peeved at your brother.” The woman said. Velvet didn’t answer, she just stared at her with dagger eyes… if looks could kill.

“Veneer went rogue there. So what? You guys knew he would buckle eventually.” Velvet crossed her arms. “What can she do now? We’re here. Our contract has ended.”

“Why do you think I’m here? I did say I’m also here to collect a few things.” The woman said.

“Wait…..Like bail us out? I think I’d rather do my time than spend another moment of hell with her. Besides, we admitted to everything, there’s no escaping it. We’re done.” Velvet crossed her legs and arms.

“Oh really? You’re telling me that fame… that glory…people loving you left and right…. Your’e done with that?” The woman saw she hit a nerve….A pink pigmentation started glowing around Velvets eyes….So it is true, there is such a thing as Troll poison…Velvet stayed silent, voices began to fill her mind…..Stop it, stop it, she thought.

“Remember how they all loved you? They all wanted you? They all ADMIRED you, they wanted to BE you.” The woman kept talking.

“…..They did…..They did…..” Her eyes glowed brighter, a madness came across her face. “They all loved me.”

“And they can love you again. The Mistress can forgive you, she’s willing to give you another chance.” The woman added. A viscous smile grew across Velvets face…..she had her…..until….

“Don’t listen to her Vels!” Veneers voice boomed from the vent…. He was listening to every word they had said. The woman saw how Velvet broke out the trance…So her brother was the key, he was the temporary cure…Velvet stayed silent a moment…

“No. I’m done I’m not going back. I’ll take my chances here.” Velvet stayed her ground.

“Very well then.” The Rageoun woman said.

TAP….TAP…

She slowly knocked on the door. One of the Bergens entered, standing guard by the door. Velvet was confused…. Where was the other one?…. That’s when she heard comotion through the vent….in the room beside her…

“Stop it!” She heard her brother say. “Let me go!…. STOP IT!” Veneer screamed. Velvets eyes widened in horror.

“Hey!….” Velvet said. She could hear him scream… he cried in some sort of pain. “Leave him alone!” She attempted to run towards the door, but the Bergen was in her way. She continued to hear beatings and cries of pain through the vent. “Veneer!”

“Your little brother owes us for the stupidity he pulled…. Besides, we need you to comply.” The woman had a wicked smile. Blow after blow, she heard her brother cry in pain.

“We’re done just leave him alone! Please! You don’t have any more use for us!” Velvet continued to try and break through the Bergen. The Bergen pushed her back with force. Velvet fell to ground….

“Just leave me alone…..please….” She could hear her brother cry…she could tell from his voice he was broken, hurt… any more hits and surely he would be beaten to death. Velvet eyes the woman. The woman had no intention to stop the Bergen from continuously beating Veneer. She just stared at Velvet with a grin on her face.

“He’s replaceable… The Mistress truly only sees potential in you…. So what’s it going to be?” She asked.

“OKAY! ….. Okay…. I’ll do it.” Velvet complied.

“Thought so….. THATS ENOUGH!” The woman called out…. There was complete silence now in the other room….truthfully, they had no intention in killing Veneer…. Not yet. He was there leverage to get Velvet to comply…. No. Not until she was fully under the Mistresses control….. then she would kill the boy. The woman and Bergen moved out of the way. Velvet ran from her room to the next…. She found her brother laying unconscious face down.

“Veneer.” She ran to him. Flipping him around she saw his face was badly beaten… he gasped for air. “….. Vennie?” A nickname she hadn’t called him in the longest time. The woman and her two Bergens appeared in the doorway again.

“A few broken ribs… He’ll heal. That’s what happens if either of you try to break away again…. There’s no running from this…. She owns you.” The woman smiled. “Now get him up….. we’ve kept her waiting long enough.” They left the twins to themselves. Velvet looked at her brother.

“I know it’s going to hurt… but you have to stand up.” She said. Veneer felt the pain shoot through his body. He nodded. Through clenched teeth and hidden cries of pain, Veneer stood up…. He couldn’t breathe, he could hardly walk… his broken ribs caused him so much pain. Velvet swooped one of his arms over her shoulder as she helped him walk……

They were trapped. Veneer had hoped telling the truth and admitting their fraud would have gotten them away from all this. But it wasn’t enough. They were back… they were alone again….

“I miss Floyd..” Veneer murmured.

“I know…. I know.” His sister replied… but they messed that up didn’t they? Floyd had been a father figure to them after the death of their parents…. But they betrayed him, kidnapped him… tortured him….Floyd would never come back to them, let alone forgive them….They both began to think that perhaps death…. It wouldn’t be so bad… compared to this…

[messers-moony]

Pretty Face | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius takes his girlfriend to his family home and Walburga takes out all her pent up jealousy out on her. 

Inspiration: Click

Walburga Black didn’t have the life every girl dreamed about. She always dreamed of an extravagant wedding with the man of her dreams. Perhaps a tall man with a sweet personality. One to take care of her when she had a bad day at work. But that was not the life she got. 

Instead, Walburga Black had an arranged marriage with her cousin Orion. The wedding was extravagant, but she definitely wasn’t marrying the man of her dreams. Sure he was tall, with dark hair and gleaming grey eyes, but he wasn’t sweet. He was quite the opposite. He had a tongue of silver, and his brutal words brought a knife to her heart. 

Waking up to Orion was like waking up on Christmas Day alone. You can feel it; it’s so close, but yet it’s never quite right. The feeling of loneliness is there, and it never fades. Walburga was beautiful, or at least she thought so. Beautiful thick raven hair and eyes bluer than the sky, cheeks full and colored. If she was this beautiful, then why did she deserve this cruel of a fate. 

Pressure is the worst motivator. Walburga’s mother - Irma - pushed her and Orion to have children before she couldn’t carry them. Irma wanted grandchildren, and Walburga needed to produce an heir before; for some reason, she couldn’t. The Black family name needed to continue and get passed down. 

As a result of Orion and Walburga’s parent's pressure, she got pregnant with their first child. She hated this. She hated knowing that this child would grow up without a loving parental relationship. Orion and Walburga couldn’t love each other. They just couldn’t. But she wished that for her unborn child, they could. 

After much debate, they decided to name him Sirius Orion Black the Third. Sirius was the brightest star in the Canis Major - the dog constellation. His middle name was a regular hand-me-down. Most boys got their middle name from their fathers first, and most girls got theirs from their mothers first. 

Sirius was the most beautiful baby boy. Maybe she was biased, but she thought he was gorgeous. His skin was beautiful porcelain, and his eyes were so bright, energetic, and full of life. Something Walburga used to have but no longer did. He was her pride and joy—his little giggles and his voice when he began to talk. Sirius Black would be her everything - her one reason. 

But eventually, that one reason would become two. She was pregnant again. While her first pregnancy, she felt entirely alone. Now she had Sirius, and he was so sweet. During days where Walburga didn’t feel like getting out of bed, leaving Orion to take care of him, Sirius would sneak away to spend time with his momma. Sirius would crawl to the side of the bed and poke her until she held him in her arms. 

He would lay on his side and snuggle his back into her chest. Walburga would place her hand on his stomach, placing the covers over them both. She couldn’t believe how lucky she got. Orion was god awful, but her son was everything. 

Nine months later, Regulus Arcturus Black. His first name was a star in the Leo constellation, while his middle name was inherited from his Grandfather. The same pale skin as Sirius and sparkling silver eyes. She now had two reasons to continue. Her little boys, till the end. 

It wasn’t until both boys were five when Irma had a talk with Walburga about how they should be raised. Personally, Walburga thought they were the perfect little boys. Okay, sometimes they would break something, but that was normal, wasn’t it? They were boys, and they cause a ruckus. Sirius had tuffs of straight black raven hair. Regulus’ hair was wavier but still held the dark color. 

Of course, they knew their manners. Saying titles such as ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir,’ but apparently, that wasn’t enough in Irma’s eyes. They needed to sit straight, only speak when spoken to, begin their studies and stop being childish. But they were children. They’re supposed to be children. 

Irma did the cruelest thing when this was brought up by saying that if Walburga didn’t straighten her boys up, they’d be banned from the Noble House of Black. So she tried. But Sirius and Regulus were already so in their roots that trying to get them to stop was damn near impossible. So she resulted in using spells as punishments. 

By the age of seven, they were terrified of their mother. Walburga thought that Orion’s words could hurt her, but nothing hurt more than seeing her boys cower at the sight of her. She so badly wanted to cup their cheeks and give them kisses all over. She tried to baby them. She wanted them to have a childhood. But that couldn’t happen when you’re in the Noble House of Black. 

So why did she feel this way? Was it envy? Was it jealousy? Why did she hate it when Sirius brought his girlfriend home? 

Walburga couldn’t deny it. The girl was gorgeous. Her hair was silky smooth, rid of all tangles. Eyes of hypnotizing e/c. She seemed shy but still managed to be formal—greetings with the titles of ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir.’ 

Sirius was fourteen, him getting a girlfriend was bound to happen. He only got more good-looking as he grew up.  His hair got longer, and his face became more defined. Not to mention how tall he got. He was taller than Walburga now. Her baby boy, who used to snuggle with her, was no longer such a baby. Of course, Walburga had scolded him for being in Gryffindor, but in reality, she was proud of him. 

This girl - Y/n - was in Slytherin. She wasn’t a pureblood, in fact, she was a half-blood. But regardless, she was a Slytherin. Perhaps that could do some good for Sirius. Maybe Walburga wouldn’t have to ban him from the family-like Irma kept telling her to. Even as an old woman, she was a pain in the ass. 

They all made it to the dining room, and Sirius pulled out Y/n’s chair, gently pushing her in. It made Walburga grit her teeth. Why couldn’t Orion show some decency when around guests? Why didn’t Orion do that? Is this what she’s been missing the entire time? She tried to swallow it as they began eating. 

Y/n wiped her mouth with her napkin, “Thank you, Mrs. and Mr. Black, for this meal. It’s terrific.”

Walburga did nothing to acknowledge her. It dampened Y/n’s mood a tad, not knowing what she had done to tick them off. Sirius reached his hand under the table, intertwining their fingers together. With his thumb, he drew hearts and smiled wildly. Their love made Walburga sick to see her son with that dopey smile on his face. 

Regulus made conversation first after minutes of the awful silence, “So, Y/n, I saw you talking with Pandora and Marlene before the break. Are you guys friends?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Pandora is so sweet. She’s astute too.”

“Well, she is in Ravenclaw, makes sense.” Regulus shrugged, “What about Marlene?”

“Oh, well, we practice Quidditch together even if we’re on opposing teams.” Y/n answered, “Normally, someone else will join us like James or Nick, so Marlene throws the Bludgers at us while we throw the Quaffle around. It helps us learn how to dodge.”

Regulus had stars in his eyes, “That’s brilliant!” 

“Thanks. You can always join us if you’d like.”

“I’d love to.”

Y/n smiled warmly at him as Walburga spoke up for the first time that night, “So, you and your friends hang out often?” Her tone sounded condescending. 

“We do.” Walburga gritted her teeth, “I hang out with Leia the most, though. She’s been with me since the first year.”

“You guys must go out every night.”

She chuckled, “No, ma’am. Most of the time, Leia and I study. Sometimes Sirius and I sneak out to Hogsmeade, though.”

Sirius smiled as Y/n nudged him with her shoulder, gently kissing the top of her head, “You guys don’t have a care in the world, do you?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re ruining the Black family name.” Walburga snapped, “All you have is a pretty face. You’re too happy and pretty for this family.”

Sirius tightened his grip on Y/n’s hand, “You shouldn’t get to choose who you marry. You’re in Slytherin. You get an arranged marriage.”

“Mum, I think that’s-“

“No!” She yelled, and both boys flinched, “You’re so pretty, aren’t you, doll? That doesn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things.”

“Looks mean nothing.” Walburga growled, “One day, Sirius will find better, and he’ll cheat on you because that’s all he’s ever seen.”

Sirius stood up abruptly, “That’s enough!”

“Walburga!” Orion shouted, and they turned to him, “Leave the girl alone.”

Walburga hmphed and sat back down in her seat. Y/n was flabbergasted, trying to digest everything that had just been said to her. Sirius was glaring daggers at his mother. That was improper and awful behavior. He wished that Y/n didn’t have to witness it. After dinner was over, they went up to Sirius’ room, where he packed a bag of some stuff, and they left to go to Y/n’s house. 

Sirius had met Y/n’s parents prior, and they were so kind to him. It’s where he usually went over winter and Easter break. That night hon of them had gotten ready for bed. Sirius was in a hoodie and sweatpants. Y/n was wearing his Quidditch jersey and shorts. 

Both of them slipped under the comforter of Y/n’s bed, and Sirius’ arms went around her waist, pulling her back close to his chest, “I’m sorry for earlier.”

“It’s not your fault, Siri.” Y/n rubbed his hands, “You told me it was a bad idea, but I insisted anyway.” 

“That’s because it’s normal to meet the parents.” Sirius sighed, “Mine just aren’t normal.”

Y/n turned to face him; his face looked crestfallen; she cupped his cheek, “Your parents were forced together. There was never any love in their marriage. That’s what makes them different. I think your mum saw us together and was jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Has your dad ever pulled out a chair for her?”

Sirius shook his head. 

“Has he ever held your mum’s hand?”

Another shake.

“Kissed her?”

“Not by choice.”

“She’s jealous because you do all those things for me. You’re a gentleman, and she hates that.” Y/n replied, “She wanted a man like you to love her, but she never got that.”

Sirius kissed her palm, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/n kissed his forehead, pulling his head to her chest, “I promise I’ll love you till the end.”

He kissed her neck in thanks, “Get some rest, puppy.”

[osakunt]

can i request a husband hanma and ran (separately) x reader where their child got kidnapped because the kidnappers had a grudge against them or wanted money (the reason why doesn't really matter, its up to you :) at the end they find them beat the guys up lol and can you add a fluff part? other than that, I'll leave everything to you and feel free to change things.

➟ Rescuing their kid from kidnapper w/ Hanma & Ran

➟ Even though my requests are closed, I’ll be more than happy to whip this up for you 🏃🏻‍♀️please enjoy and thank you for requesting <33 sorry for taking forever 🥲

HANMA

“Missing ?! The fuck do you mean, MISSING ?!” You frantically look at your husband waiting for him to say something. Him not being able to even think how it could happen.

Hanma was shocked. He wasn’t sure how or when. All he knew was that he had to get his men together - no - he was going to find his son. He was going to find him with you along side him. No one else was to be involved.

“Let’s go home. We’ll think of something on the way there” Hanma pushes up his glasses then passes his hand through his hair, feeling like his hair was starting to fall on his face.

“We’ll find him” he whispers bringing you in with an arm over your shoulder. He opens the door of car for you - signaling the other members of the gang to keep looking around the school your son attends.

As you two make your way home- youu make the last turn to getting home when you turn to Hanma with a scheming look. “Once we catch this person…. Can I - you know, torture him ?”

Hanma smiles wickedly behind the wheel. His excitement mixed with adrenaline made him jitter from the need to find out who had taken his son. “Of course, love. Do as you think is right”

Taking sharp turns and speeding down the streets and back roads, you eye up every corner and place, not missing a single spot. Wanting to find a tuff or blonde hair. The little boy thought his father looks cool so when you weren’t home and at work - Hanma himself made sure to bleach his sons hair. The streaks were starting to fade as his hair grew but it was still pretty noticeable.

Hearing the phone ring you turn to Hanma. He answers the phone and his face goes straight. The smirk he had from your previous comment no longer showing.

“Where do you have my kid ?”

“Calm down, I’ll tell you if you come by that one abandoned warehouse you used to do your business at” the caller giggles to himself

Hearing the voice that he till this day remembers, Hanma shakes his head. “Of course it’s you. How could I forget such an ugly voice”.

“Don’t get smart. I have your kid”

Hanma rolls his eyes and hangs up knowing the man wasn’t going to to do anything to your son.

When you both get to the warehouse, there’s you son with a gun pointed to his back. The man smirks seeing your facial expression. He savored the moment of your face of plea. Though Hanma knew the man wouldn’t do anything, you feared for your child.

The man pulls the child closer to him, making the mouth of the gun touch your sons back. The pressure of it making him cry out for you. You try to run for him but of course the man threatens to shoot him at that moment.

Hanma takes a step close. Step after step until he gets to the middle of the space between all of you. You behind him praying to whoever was up there to have your son in your arms alive.

“Let him go. He has nothing to do with any of whatever it is you have against me”

“Oh Shuji,Shuji. Of course he does. He’s your son isn’t he ?” The man smiles at Hanma only for him to pull out his own arm.

“Mmmm mmm mmm” the man shakes his head “think twice. Remember that I have your son” he taunts pressing the gun into your sons back.

Having enough for the man’s cocky attitude, you make a soft movement letting Hanma know that you were going for the attack. The man is taken off guard and lowers his gun. When your son no longer feels the heavy metal feeling against his back, he runs towards his father. He envelopes his son into a tight embrace with a kneel to his height.

“Wanna see your mama beat some ass ?!” He shines to his pride and joy.

“Mm-mm” your son shakes his head ‘no’. Tears threaten to fall as he stay’s clung to his father while you grab the man’s gun and smack him with it. You continue to empty out the arm then punch him repeatedly.

Kisaki was informed of what happened. Hanma’s chauffeur made sure to let him know knowing that a child was involved. Not only that but a rival that could have connections spotted out around the city ready to attack from any inning, at any time.

When Kisaki gets to the welfare house, he watches yoy husband and child walk out. Hanma carrying your son, hiding his face so he wouldn’t see much from what he already did. He looks behind them to see you fixing your hair up. The fly away still rowdy.

You try to clean the sweat from your face only to smear blood on your face from the blood that was now on your hands.

“Did you kill him ?” Kisaki deadpans

“I don’t know. He stopped crying out after I punched him” shrugging you get handed some water and a handkerchief to clean your hands and face.

“It’s that one fucker who we made a deal with. Has a grudge with me cause I scored more in the deal than he did” Hanma answered the question you were contemplating to ask.

“I don’t care anymore. where’s my baby ?” You shove your husband playfully out of the way to get to your son. He hugs you tightly not wanting to let go - as you do the same. Hanma seeing how his life style probably traumatized his son, he was starting to the alternatives of being in a gang. He embraces the both of you. Whispering a ‘sorry’ and kissing your sons temple he finally lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

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RAN

“You wanna kidnap my kid !?” Ran hits the man with his holly stick. When he found out that his daughter was taken, he didn’t sit back and wait for anyone to help him.

Kakucho tried to get him to stay back and wait so he could gather the rest of Bonten but Ran didn’t care for what he had to say.

He’d have to face the consequences when he got home without a child who adored you. He didn’t even want to imagine what you’d do to him if you found out your only child went missing without a trace.

So here he was. Continuously beating the man with no remorse. Ran didn’t know how he got here or how he knew this is where the man who took his child would be. His father instincts kicked in and everything went black for him.

Your daughter peeks from the corner of a wall to see her father. Munchkin turns into the flash when she sees him. She’s quick on her feet to get to him. Bonten arrives but there was nothing to take care of. Or so Ran thought.

In the middle of the group of men was someone who was distressed - at the verge of tears when they saw husband and daughter safe.

“You dumbass !!!” You shout to Ran, grabbing your daughter from him. “Then you ask why she isn’t allowed in Bonten’s hide out”

Looking at how stressed out he also was - you calm down from your rage. How had you found out ? Mikey reached out. Even though he knew Ran could take care of the situation, he needed to let the more ‘capable’ parent know.

Finally calm, you take a breather and hug Ran. Yea, you were mad but at least he got your child back. She came out safe. He came out safe. No injuries. No nothing.

“I’m sorry” Ran chokes out silently. Still in shock from things. When it came to his family, he didn’t know how to react. Especially when it came to his daughter. “It’s okay. Let’s go home. I’ll make your favorite then we can all play video games till she falls asleep”

[mo1kkia]

One Piece Review 136-236

I am back guys!!! I finally got out of my anime watching funk and finally resumed watching One Piece. ( Part of me was also just waiting for Netflix to catch up) For reference this covers all of Skypiea and the beginning of Water 7.

I'm not going to lie I watched a majority of Skypiea pre me stopping for months. I'm gonna refer to the bad guy as Eneru rather than Enel just because thats what the dub called him. Overall I thought Skypiea was a pretty cool and interesting arc. But it felt a little dragged out towards the end, probably also due to my anxious ass not being able to handle the uncertainty.

Also its during these 100 episodes that I think Robin has solidified herself as my favorite female strawhat and I think overall Strawhat for now. I still love Nami because she is also a bad ass.

After Skypiea and Eneru flys off to the moon, it was that small side G-8 arc which in till I googled it is like the fifth thing of filler. Anyways I also liked G-8's arc while nothing notable happened, it had some good laughs. Ooo wait I remember when Chopper was trying to act tuff and scary and you see Zoro just clapping sarcastically.

I really wanted to talk about the Foxy arc since it was what I had watched over the past two days. I love that on the long ring long island you have to stretch out the name of animals to emphasize how looooonnnng they are. But I've never felt more annoyed. I only felt it for maybe the first two episodes of the actual davey back fight because I hate blatant cheating. You would have thought I was a Strawhat pirate at risk of being taken.

I am weak for Chopper cause literally every time he tears up I either cry with him or want to protect him with my life.

I think Nami really is the voice of the team sometimes because sometimes the others get lost in their naivety or their strength. Robin is also grounded in reality like Nami but Nami is actively vocal of setting the boys straight.

Currently my favorite male One Piece is Sanji. I have no clue as to why I am gravitating to him as of late.

[Random side note Lucci's hair looks majestic. I also literally don't trust Kaku he just looks sus]

Besties I really thought Usopp wanting to leave was a joke, like I was in denial the whole episode. The scene were Usopp thought Luffy was joking about the ship, was me when he said I'm out. I am in literal tears. Chopper's cries. What's even worse is like I understand both sides. I couldn't even watch ep.236. I know Sanji and Zoro are right being level headed but I am an over emotional wreck.

Until next time boys

[rayeverydangday]

Get it with a Kirby Back, Guarantee! Chapter 8

Notes: It only took me 8 chapters to figure out how to distinguish Light novel kirby from anime kirby. But this is the end folks.

When Tiff witnessed what she assumed was an edgy version of King Dedede fly out the window like a balloon, she self-diagnosed herself as insane. This was it. She was done.

A thing she had accepted as she walked through the castle doors with her family, down the hall that was practically destroyed, and to the throne room. She was finally snapped out of her daze when a small little pink puff ball came up and hugged her, happily exclaiming “Poyo!”

Her look of acceptance turned into one of joy when she hugged them back. “You did it, Kir… bies?” She looked around at the other doubles.

Dedede was staring out the window in shock while the Bandana wearing Waddle Dee comforted him. Meta Knight seemed like they wanted to say something to the King but the Waddle Dees attempts to reassure them opened no window of opportunity.

Only the other Kirby seemed to be in a peppy mood as they laughed, yelling, “We did it! We did it!”

“Yeah…” Tiff said in nervous agreement. Her father stepped forward. “Well… it seems we might need a… explanation.” He said, trying to find the right words.

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It took a bit and there were a lot of questions, but once everything was cleared up, everyone seemed to relax and enjoy the day in the courtyard. Sir Erbum and Lady Like decided to throw a party at the castle as a sort of celebration for the overthrow of the king in the courtyard.

Dedede wasn’t too sure about the reason for the party but at least he could enjoy some good meat.

Guests from the village soon filed in, bringing their own dishes and giving Dedede confused looks that disappeared when Tiff explained the situation.

“Whoa! You're from another world!?”

“What's it like there?”

“Did you do the same things our Dedede did?”

A group of small children had gathered around him, asking millions of questions. He would normally enjoy being this popular but after today's ordeal and the kids asking things like, “Did you hire this monster? Or that monster?” He wanted to sit down.

“Uh… I gotta go.” he said, leaving the kids without answers. Dedede looked around to see if there was a place to sit and saw Meta Knight at a picnic table with the adults. His eyes darted around the party, as if looking for something. Grabbing a chicken leg, he headed towards them.

He sat down and asked Lady Like and Sir Erbum many questions of his own, while eating.

“So the me here, brought a ton of monsters, used them to try and kill the kids, and then when the company was clearly trying to kill them to in Meta’s ship thing-”

“Halberd.” Both knights corrected. The one from Dedede’s dimension sat by his side while the other stood much to the protests of Escargoon and his men, cape wrapped around as usual, hiding his injuries.

“Yeah. That. He still worked with them?”

“That does seem about right…” Lady Like said.

“Makes me a little grateful that you're much nicer.” Meta said.

(Did… did he say I’m nice…?) Dedede thought.

Just then, Bandanna Dee, Tiff, and Tuff walked up to their table.

“Have you guys seen Kirby?” Tiff asked. He shook his head. Now that she mentioned it, he hadn’t seen his Kirby either. Then again, which one was she asking about?

 As if on cue, a little yellow bird plopped himself on his head (much to his annoyance)  and turned to Tiff. “Those two went to Kirby’s house. I can’t even handle one and now there's two? What sort of stuff would they get up to?”

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Kirby decided to call this version of themselves Kābī since that was the way they kept pronouncing their name.  Kābī bounced up and down shouting “Poyo,” as he led them down a familiar path. Kirby chuckled, “ It’s weird how I never been here but I feel familiar with almost everything here. All these differences are a little scary though.”

Kābī turned to them and gave him a reassuring hug. Kirby hugged them back, a smile blooming on their face. The two continued down the road, holding hands till they reached their destination. Their house.

After everything that happened today, it felt like it had been a million years since he had last seen it.  Kābī opened the door and Kirby followed. It was all so similar but there were a few differences. Little action figures sat by the windowsill, resembling Meta Knight in a way. A weird work outfit was tucked under the bed and there were dolls resembling Tiff and Tuff.

“Poyo, poyo, poyo. Poyo? Poyo!”  Kābī exclaimed happily, showing off his room. Kirby giggled. They showed him different toys, some photos of the adventures he went on, and even shared some of his food.

The two ended up sitting on the roof, staring at the stars. Kirby told them stories of his own adventures as he looked at the constellations. “Once we were done climbing the tower, we had a big party with LOTS of food!” he explained.

“Ooooh!”  Kābī said. Even though he was a baby he understood Kirby just fine. The thought of this version being younger than them and experiencing half of what they did was kinda sad in a way. Kirby tried to think back to their earliest memories but all he could come up with was when Dedede stole all the food and they had to get it back.

This version of him seemed around that age but already defeated a world ending god. They didn’t do that till he was-

“Poyo?”  Kābī patted his head to get their attention.

“Oh, sorry. I was… hmm… you’ve been through a lot, huh?” They asked.

Kābī seemed surprised by the question but his shock was replaced by sadness as he nodded. Kirby scooted closer to him and snuggled next to him, “It’s okay.”  Kābī hugged them back, a small sniffle escaping them. “It’s okay. You have all your friends by your side and I’m sure they would be happy to help you with anything.”  Kābī chuckled, sniffling occasionally. “Hmm. Maybe I should ask my friends for help… “ Kirby said.

He would often have these emotions and feelings that he would try to just stuff down, acting as if everything was alright. But maybe he shouldn’t stuff his emotions down. His friends came to another dimension to help them.

Why wouldn’t they help get him therapy?

They smiled, “Come on. I think it's time to go.”

Tiff hugged Kirby and said, “Make sure to come visit. The more the merrier.”

“Yeah, and pick us up some food from your Kawasaki!” Tuff said.

“Ha ha ha, We will.” Bandanna Dee chuckled.

Escargoon shook Dedede’s hand, “Your welcome anytime.” Then Meta Knight grabbed Escargoon’s hand and shook it roughly, “Yes, but don’t you dare touch my Dedede.” He whispered.

Escargoon chuckled nervously. “Don’t worry. I think I have my heart set on someone else.” He turned to his dimension’s Meta Knight, who was talking to Dedede.

“I- what?” The other Meta said.

Once everyone said their goodbyes, the whole town waved farewell to the group as they headed to their home dimension. Right as Kābī said a bad word that Dedede taught them after the battle.

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Amphibia Season 3 Reviews: Hop Till You Drop/Turning Point: I Wanna Be Better

Hello all you hoppy people! We’re back with Week 2 of Amphibia Season 3.  I don’t have quite as long an intro this time as only a little has happened since last time. We have episode Titles for the rest of Season 3a. I say the rest as it ends on the Christmas episode, as does it’s sister show the Ghost and Molly McGee, so I figure similar to Ducktales last year, both shows are going on hiatus after, with presumably Big City Greens and Owl House cycling into their places after the winter holidays. I’ll speculate more on the episodes once we get the descriptions in a few weeks, though i’m very entertained there’s an episode called Spider-Sprig. 

The other thing is the Ghost and Molly McGee itself, which I finally watched. I won’t be adding it to regular coverage this season becaue of Amphibia, but it’s a very charming, energetic show with the first 5 episodes already on Disney+, a schedule I hope keeps up for the next batch. I’ll have my full thoughts on that later. But needless to say my hype for it was warranted. 

So with that almost nothing out of the way, join me under the cut with full spoilers as Polly fights an army of Babies and Karens, Sprig nearly dies a few times, Hop Pop learns i’ts not easy being green while back on Amphibia Grime takes his bed and finds a new friend while Sasha finally deals with her overwhelming guilt for being terrible. 

Hop Till You Drop

It’s mail time....

And Anne is going out to get the Mail when the Plantars, curious, decide to go with her. This also serves as our intro to Sprig and Polly’s proper human disguises for the season: Sprig gets a hoodie, beanie and kitty facemask, which given the state of the world is a type of facemask I own though in a Schitt’s Creek design that says “Ew, Covid” for me. Polly meanwhile gets a baby raincoat and hat, with a blonde wig attached to the hat. 

Naturally not being familiar with earth the Plantar’s not only get lost in the journey to the Boonchuy’s mailbox but get in trouble: Sprig nearly fargos himself in a woodchipper, Polly mouths off to some local tuffs on trykes, and Hop Pop.. nearly sits down with a suit guy for a free offer, meaning he nearly either got an expesnive cell plan or joined a cult. Either way...

Anne is exhausted from this and pounds back a soda, with her parents noticing and empathizing with her, pointing out exhaustingly trying to keep someone from nearly dying is what being a parent is all about. I really like this scene as we get to see Anne’s parents settled into the situation. Understandably they were on guard last episode as they were pretty much stuck with the Plantars and still processing both anne being back and that she’d ended up in a strange frog world and brought back some guests. Now they can trust Anne to handle it and get these frogs are now also family, they can simply focus on helping her, pointing out they gotta ease her into it. And it makes sense: as the episode itself points out at the end Anne took time to adjust to Amphibia and get used to it’s in’s and outs and it’s giant death creatures. While Earth is far less deadly on paper, in practice it’s still a world the Plantar’s don’t know, with social norms they aren’t ready for, and tons of things that could kill them just for being curious that most humans know not to do, like sticking your face in a woodchipper or licking paint or agreeing to go to a party hosted by Rudy Guiliani. 

Anne TRIES to go with easing them into it... but after Spirg nearly licks a fan, Polly tries to get those teens back and Hop Pop falls for a phone scam, Anne decides screw patience and goes with “throw them in the deep end and hope they don’t die. “ You know the technique from the 80′s that 7/10 modern swim coaches have called “child abuse’. 

So Anne decides it’s time to go to the mall, today. She did forget the robot but in her defense Frobo is just a head right now. She’ll take him to get a pretzel once he’s all fixed up. The Plantars scoff at needing training.. then fall down some stairs.. well an esclator. And unlike Marcy they don’t have the luxury of free health care because somehow our health care’s system is worse than the one ran by a tyrannical Keith David newt. 

For now she has a test for each of the Plantars designed to deal with each of their issues: Polly has to go to Create a Carnivore, the second best Build-A-Bear parody i’ve seen, and i’ts only second because Tuca and Bertie had Build a Vibe, leading to this beautiful monstrosity. 

That was also this year. God this is a stacked year of animation. Anyways Polly has to build a Plushie, Anne presumibly gave her money, without getting into a fight due to her anger issues. As Anne points out getting angry at anyone isn’t great when their trying to keep a low profile. It was fine on Amphibia, there she was just a normal kid, but here a fight goes wrong, she could get hurt or have her wig fall off or both.

Sprig meanwhile has to learn to control his desire not to touch things out of curosity by going through a modern art exibit. He’s 11, he has poor impulse control, this makes sense. Finally Hop Pop.. has to go through the valley of the shadow of death.. aka the kisok alley and not sign up for anything. At first Hop Pop’s being scammed constnatly made no sense to me: he’s frugal and wise, he shoudl be used to cons. I realized though that that’s AMPHIBIA cons, ones that are more door to door salesman and stuff he can spot, magic potions and wart insurance. Here he’s being offered time shares, and cults and what not, stuff he’s just not used to realizing is a scam like we are. Anne threatens them that if they fail they won’t be allowed outside so they scamper while Anne watches from the top floor. 

So with that our heroes set out on their quests.. and are BARELY holding it together as you’d expect: Sprig is only not touching things because of the ban, several babies irritate Polly to the point she’s about to commit a LOT of infant on infant infanfcide, and Hop Pop looks creepy with his shaking as he resists the free stuff, attracting a mall cop.. hilariously because he looks exactly like the stranger danger poster. Honestly though all this does is make me miss Ron the Mall Cop from 6Teen, who if you’ve never heard of the show is about a bunch of teens hanging out at a mall. The Mall Cop ron was an overly serious fellow who looked and sounded like christopher walken. And if you don’t want to watch Christopher Walken guard a mall, I can’t help you or tell you while your here. 

So naturally one of Anne’s aquantinces shows up, because apparently she had more than two friends.. and sasha and marcie are more “friendships laced with romantic tension like a cupcake full of question marks and bees” than regular friendships. She won’t shut up about gossip so Anne’s distracted, which springs sprig into touching the art. Meanwhile the other two go off like the nukes their destined to be: Polly goes on a rampage after a  baby rips her completed plush in half and soon gets mobbed by babies and chased by their karen moms, while Hop Pop decides to swim in the fountain for coins which burns him and springs not-ron into action. 

Anne finally notices this, and springs into her own action, saving Sprig from the katamari ball of death, polly from the mob and then sics the mob on the security guy whose very clearly dead now. 

So with Ron dead and our heroes escaped, the Plantars are bummed they failed but Anne waves the challenge, admitting she shoudln’t of tried throwing them in the deep end , because that method of things is dumb about 80% of the time.  She just thought she was which the plantars laugh off. She was not and also nearly died a lot, including falling in quicksand and nearly getting carried away by bonejackers. So they get it and all hug. And go to get hop pop a shower before he dies. 

This episode was excellent and gives me hope for this half of the season, as Season 2a, while not bad, was a bit slow, especially at first. Instaed of building up the characters or lore on the road, it was just a bunch of side shenanigans that wasted the premise. In contrast Season 3 has hopped right to the right and limitless premise of putting the plantars on earth and in Anne’s shoe. 

This episode was also a welcome comedy focused episode, as last episode was light but stilll had a lot of emotional and plot stuff to unpack, and True Colors was...

That. So having a goofy episode about Polly trying to punch a child, Sprig making a katamari doll and Hop Pop turning green among MANY other amazing gags, was a nice breather, especially since it’s pairing episode... is another giant emotional punch to the gut. But it brings my favorite grandpa/child murder do back so let’s get onto that shall we?

Turning Point

So we’ve come to yet another Sasha and Grime episode

As any longtime reader knows, and your just finding out, these have been some of my faviorites series wide and some of the best stuff the show has put out, with Sasha’s tourtured character arc being one of the most engaging. The creators pulled off the difficult task of making a character whose both sympathetic but also a raging, backstabbing asshole with control issues. And they’ve done so well. And this episode takes it to his Apex as Sasha finally realizes the depths of whose she been.. and decides to change it. 

But  before we get there we have to go back a few days earlier, to the climax of True Colors, where we now see what happened immediately AFTER Anne ended up on earth. Sasha also saw the stabbing and was just as devistated, but Grime cuts through that, telling her they need to RUN. As they do two others try to run: Yunan and Olvia, who both CLEARLY want no part of their bosses mad schemes.. but are caught by him before they escape and thus swear their loyality to him to avoid dying horribly and are ordered to take Marcy to a healing tank. Sasha and Grime continue to try to escape and end up surrounded so Grime does the logical thing.. and throws his grandaughter out the window before doing a jump himself. But he forgot one part of the equation...

Thankfully an old friend who i’d honestly forgotten in the shuffle arrives. JOE SPARRRROWWWWWW. Who saves the two , recognizing them as friendly and the two take custody of him since his owner just got stabbed real bad. Problem is they can’t go back to toad tower... he’ll expect them. Plus he just destroyed one of the towers on a whim, so another isn’t that easy. And with most of their troops routed, they have no choice but to go the LAST place anyone would suspect.... all while Andrias, angry at ANOTHER loose end, sends a drone to tail them. 

Thus our heroes land in Wartwood, where the citizens are rightly worried about Anne and everything. Cue our anti-heroes arriving and Sasha bluffing, like Anne herself only telling HALF the truth: she tells them Andrias has gone mad with power and all that, but lies and says Anne is on a mission instead of back home, and that she and grime are here on Anne’s orders. They actually buy it as they trust Anne that much, and she’s more than earned it. So they accept our heroes. 

Naturally this makes Sasha feel worse, and she’s not on board with Grime’s plan to abandon them as soon as he finds anothe roffer. Sasha is tired of it, both drowning in her guilt and having finally realized the cost of what her actions have brought her: the constant lies, betrayal and conquest only drove the girl she loves away from her, and handed the entire world to a creepy sexy voiced Newt man who has eyes on her home world next. She’s lost everything, including her will to fight and with too much guilt asscoiated with the plantars house, she decides to bunk in the barn instead, refusing the comfort of the snails.... at first, as when she’s woken up by Miss Croaker, she’s cuddling both of them. 

She brought them a pie, something their just not used to. Usually their constantly fighting for their lives. Being warmly welcomed and treated like family is new. Hop Pop’s bed is also new and throughly squashed by grime... something I almost forgot to mention, thank god. Sasha is further rattled by wally, who annoys her with a friendship song and MADDIE RETURNS. FUCK YES. She also carries bread and takes Sasha running away frustrated as a sign she’s cutting down on carbs. Classic Maddie. 

The guilt of her lies is clearly tearing Sasha apart, and then she finds the scout. Her and Grime easily take care of it.. but there clearly will be more and Wartwood is now in direct danger. Sasha refuses to leave or keep going down her bad path while Grimes assumes she’s just shaken and wants to meet up with his sister’s forces, ordering her to go into the Plantar’s house and get her head on straight. 

So Sasha does, going to Anne’s room. Already shaken like a polaroid picture at the sight of all of Anne’s things she left, including the Domino plushie why’d she leave that?, she finds her journal... and is utterly broken, finding that Anne had really thought Sasha had changed and was so excited to go back... and thus realizes how badly she hurt Anne, nearly reconcliling.. only to shove it away because she HAD to be in control. She wants to be better.. someone who deserves her. I’m not reading into this, those were her exact words. 

So Grime leaves and Sasha heads to town square as a squadron of robo frogs arrive, confessing to the town that she lied, Anne is lost.. and that lies or no, Sasha’s going to protect them or die trying. She goes out and easily dispatches them... only to instead face a GIANT golden frog, revealing Belos has more than the simple soldiers or the assasian model we saw last time. He has giant tanklike robots that not only fir emissles but produce tons of smaller, weaker, ninja like frog troops. Sasha struggles her best but can’t fight the odds.... only for Grime to arrive. His sister has soldiers.. but only wartwood has his litenaut. Sasha hugs him and they prepare to stand alone.. only for the citzens to gladly aid them. As we’ve seen numerous times despite being seemingly harmless, the ctizens of wartwood, having ot survivie the worst of the bugs and other nightmares of amphiibia, are damn powerful in a scrap, and all of them get a godo showing and easily decimate the mini-frogs to Sasha’s astonishment. This leaves her and grime free to use the Golden Frog’s missles back on him, destroying it and saving the day. 

The Citzens of Wartwood accept Sasha: while she might of lied, she did the right thing in a pinch and they know there’s good in her... because she did what Anne would’ve. With that Sasha’s changed.... she’s realized what she was was wrong and she can’t continue like this, hurting people and trying to dominate. She’s now fighting not for herself, but for others, and for the greater good. And now she and Grime have their army.. it’s time to fight back. 

As should be obvious this episode is awesome, easily a best of the year contender. Seeing Sasha evolve, finally realizing the true weight of her actoins after backsliding last season and resolving to change is great and Anna Akana, as always, is phenominal in the role, showing off Sasha’s pain, depression.. and ultimatae rise to the hero she always could’ve been. It also gives the people of wartwood something to do while the main cast is on earth and having them become the rebel army, given just how deadly we’ve seen them be at times, is a perfect way to keep them around. Add in Grime being a delight as always, even adoping a fruit bat which is just the most adorable thing, please let us see this bat again, and you have one of the series best episodes. 

Next Week: 

Sp[ig fights a truck and the Plantars try to take a cat to the vet. None of this can end well. 

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Outsiders headcannons!

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Sooo, you guessed it. I'm obsessed with the outsiders now! Credits to the owner of the beautiful gif !!

Welcome to what I think outsiders x greaser!reader would consist of, since there isn't enough greaser!reader on here.

Characters: Ponyboy, Dallas, Johnny, Darry, Sodapop, Steve, Two-bit, Y/N

Warnings: two curse words? think i also mention blood like one time :)

Also, I'm very sorry for any misspelling or wrongfully used words, wrote this in a rush :)

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So you were a greaser, obviosly, and you so happened to be living next to Two-bit, your best friend since diapers 

you guys are inseperable nowadays and always do stupid stuff together

so you go to school, but he doesn’t and you always lecture him

him calling you Miss Teacher just to piss you off

you calling him Keith when he does

running away while saying it because he. will. tackle. you.

eventually started getting you into shoplifting 

aka “Y/N hold this, will ya?” “nOw RuN!!”

being chased by police/security/store managers/cashiers/you name it, on a daily basis with him

 later on Two-bit would start bringing some of his friends to your hang-out sessions, and at first you weren’t impressed, only wanting to hang out with Two-bit since he always had to act up with the boys around

eventually you eased up to them one by one

talking to Sodapop about the others when he showed up at the store first or coming to Ponyboy with homework after school

Dallas was probably the hardest to ease up to since hes kind of an asshole towards girls he don’t really know

but after punching a soc in the face for yelling “greaser!” your way in the streets you sensed he took you more seriously

not that he would ever admit it, but you sensed it

Steve always asking you about cars and what you thought of them

you could be walking the streets of Tulsa with the gang

and a decent looking car passes you by

whoosh Steve is beside you asking you if you saw it and if you thought it was tuff

sometimes he’d even let you help him fix them

tho most of the time you’d just sit and watch him work since you had a speciality in screwing it up

Johnny accepted you rather quickly, but didn’t let you in ‘till you caught him crying in the lot one night when you where on your way home from the Curtis house my baby:(

you stayed up and had to force him to stay and talk, you who’d had enough of him only glancing your way when with the boys

after that night Johnny always tried to talk to you about his feelings, 

you, him and Ponyboy being the most emotionally connected in the gang

you cried the most when Two-bit, Steve and Dallas found him bloodied up by the socs

meeting Darry last when you got invited to the Curtis house for the first time, you two getting along while just watching the other boys play fight

Darry and Two-bit being protective of you when Dallas tried to get in your pants

also talking and getting drunk with Two-bit on weekends, but scolding him when he gets drunk on week days

calling him Keith when you argue or you get mad at him

he always listens to you over the boys

which can lead to bickering between them, but you step in and save the day, most times

learning roasts and comebacks from watching Dallas bicker with the gang and using them against him later

“Where’d you learn that, you bum?”

“You!” cue running away

Darry being a proud big brother of you and hugging him everytime you greet each other he is soft okay

having a hard time at school before meeting Ponyboy because you were a greaser and didn’t have that many friends before the gang

Pony making you sit with him in every shared class

Two-bit walking you to school, meeting and hanging out with Pony during school and sometimes being picked up by Steve after school

unless Ponyboy walks you home when steve is busy

also Ponyboy walking when you get a ride with Steve since they don’t really get along

you trying to get them to like each other

failing miserably

:(

learning how to bake that damn chocolate cake that the boys love so much

making Soda cry the first time you succeed because you remind him of his mom

being accepted as who you are and play-fighting with them

“Y/N is gonna be so pissed, man”

“Wait ‘till Y/N hears this!”

laughing your asses of at 2 am because neither of you can sleep nor want to go separate ways

if anyone is having a hard time in the gang you feel  kind of responsible to let them talk it out with you

the boys feeling the same towards you

being the only girl in the group and the boys’ girlfriends lowkey being jealous that your constantly around

being one badass greaser bitch

not taknig shit from any soc and knowing the gang will have your back in any fight

trying to understand Ponyboy when he talks about socs and greasers

 still thinking of socs as douchebags

participating in rumbles after learning “self defence” from Darry and Dally

getting beaten up anyway

Dally blaming Darry and Darry blaming himself

calling Pony “horse child” and “farm boy” to piss him off

being their rock and best friend, them helping you out with everything they can, from hw to murder... jk

IN CONCLUSION THE GANG BEING THE BEST FAMILY EVER

i love them sm wtf

A/N: i didn’t include the deaths or the running away bc I’m still hurting and just want my babies to be happy. Sorry if the ending and beginnig sux I’m still a newbie ok ^_^ 

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SUNLIGHT

Summary: Welcome to Mattina ed Estasi, an art gallery dedicated to show the art of seduction. This story is dedicated to the discover of true sex.

A/n: each day has a painting, please click on the link, likes and reblogged are love and if you come talk to me about it: I’ll love you forever. Please read end notes, it’s important

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Somewhere in Italy, 1978…..

Day 1: Mattina ed Estasi https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Extasy/300907/4211239/view

Lavignia was going to have a syncope. She was sure of it. It was hot, hotter than any other summer she has ever lived in her 25 years of life upon this earth. Her pink loose dress was sticking like glue because of the heat and she was late for her first day at the new job.

Fucking amazing, right?

The bus was late and then she got lost because she should have turned right but she took a left and her Italian isn’t amazing enough to understand what the old lady was trying to explain her, she was speaking too fast and Lav was far too nervous to concentrate. 

But finally she saw the brick walls built in an elegant way. She saw the big stained glass with the mermaid. She had finally found Mattina ed Estasi, or “morning and ecstasy” in English. This is going to be her new job - new home- for at least the next 18 months (that was what the contract said, at least). 

Having graduated just a year ago from the University of Coimbrã with a major in arts and communication, Lavignia found herself without a job and without the possibility of asking for her folks to help since they didn’t want her to go to college at all (she had one job and that was to marry well…. and that’s clearly not what she did). 

But a friend of a friend told her one night about this gallery in Italy that needed someone to work there. This person had to speak English, to communicate with all of the tourist and had to know a lot about art. 

Thank god she knew both. 

Packing her bags, she dished her job at the bar and went to Italy on the morning train all the way from France. With all of her articles about art and the hope of a brand new start. 

Taking a deep breath she walked through the doors, coming face to face with a tall red head: “you must be Vanessa! Mrs. Lovelace told me you would be here. 

She was nervous, feeling short when standing side by side with this gorgeous woman. Her hair all messy from the wind and heat. But Vanessa, with a freckled face and very blue eyes, opened a smile and refused her hand shake, going for a hug. 

“Hello, Lavignia. Yes, Mrs. Lovelace has told me all about you, she seemed excited, she loved your article about the art movements as protest  against the military coups in Latin-America.” 

“I’m glad. And please, call me Lav” 

“Of course. Ready to begin our training?”

They started to walk around the gallery. An intimate space with golden artificial lights, a crew of men was working with all of the artwork for the new exposition: “Love and Sex”. 

“What do you know about our new work? I just need to know everything you were told so I can help you with the rest” 

“Well, I received a lot of books to study the theme on the last few days. Love and Sex is all about the the raw emotions of the human body, showing how much they are alike but also not so different. One complements the other but at the same time you can have sex without feeling in  love, and you can fall in love and not have sex.” She could feel the embarrassment from talking so much about this subject with someone she barely knows but since it was about art becomes more acceptable. 

“Yes. You are very correct. We are getting pieces from the renaissance era till the new paining by erotic artist Joan Semmel, our biggest conquest of this is actually her painting “Sunlight”, but Harry still has to bring that one”

“Nice. But who is Harry?” 

“Oh, didn’t Mrs. Lovelace told you about the owners of the shop?” 

Lavignia shook her head in a negative but said “only that she was one of them.”

“We have three owners. The first one is Jeannie Lovelace”  the one who interviewed Lavignia just 5 days before. She was around her late sixties, beautiful long silver hair and blue eyes. Very elegant lady always using nice bell pants and white shirts. “Well, first, never call her Mrs. Lovelace to her face, she doesn’t like being treated like she is elite, even if she is. Some people say that on her younger days she had an affair with Duke Elligton, can you imagine?” 

They laughed together, this beautiful old lady must have so much to tell if given the opportunity . 

“Anyway, she was the founding mother of this beautiful gallery. She never got married so her true love is art. She founded this gallery back in 1961 with the money she inherited from her father company back in the U.S”. 

“Nice. There is two others right?” She said while pointing to a board with the story of the gallery “This Harry you just told me about and Jesse right?” 

“Yes. Let me start with the worse: Jesse Fire. Firstly, I’m pretty sure that’s not his real name. He’s this elite lawyer and a jackass with everyone he doesn’t find worthy of his time. He only puts money on this gallery because it’s a good investment and makes him have a “intelectual image” for the tabloids. Don’t worry too much about him but if he ever appears just try to not talk to him, and you’ll be fine. He is on holiday and won’t return for another three months. And he lives in Rome, so even when he’s in the country he comes here only for big openings and our parties. We are all safe.” 

She opened a huge smile 

“Now, let’s talk about the last one: Harry. Do you happen to know H.E Styles?” 

“You mean the erotic poet and composer? The one people are always talking about his sexual escapades and charming ways” 

“That one. Well… that’s Harry. I mean, we all know Harry made his money with art and he likes to spend his money with more art. Shocking, right? He has the biggest collection of sensual masterpieces. From paintings to sculptures and even vintage sex toys: he has it all. Actually this exhibition was his idea. The main pieces will have a poem by him attached to it.” 

“And how many pieces are we hoping for?”

“Around 10. He’s going to write new poems for the main events, inspired by a few of the art pieces and will release a book at the end of everything. And that’s the reason why we still don’t have the painting by Semmel. He is struggling with that one and took home last Friday and promised to bring here today. 

“And it’s not here today” said a raspy slow voice from the back door. He was using a blue chiffon shirt almost completely  unbuttoned with a pair of high waisted white jeans and a glittery boot, with heels that gave him at least 3 inches more. “I am so glad to see my favorite red hair today. It was a tuff weekend” 

He got closer and she could finally see his face: green eyes, beautiful wavy brown hair and a nice crooked smile with dimples just to make it more adorable. And he had a mustache. Lav absolutely hates mustaches, but if it’s this handsome fellow that has one…. she wouldn’t complain. 

“What happened? Couldn’t find inspiration again?” Vanessa said while touching his arm. Of course a guy that hot would go for a girl like Nessa. They looked like a power couple together. 

“First I thought I could get inspiration if I could just stare at the painting. But it didn’t work so I called Daniel and Melissa, maybe with a fun three way party I could feel inspired, wrong. Then yesterday, I thought “maybe I need to see the world with different eyes” so I popped a few acid tablets… didn’t work. So now I’m here, on a Monday morning, asking you PLEASE let me have the painting for a few more days” 

It was too much information for Lav to take, in three days he had done more than she has done her whole life. That made her feel quite uneasy. 

“That depends, Styles… will you borrow your beach house for the summer so I can have my honeymoon with Cathy there?” 

Oh, she has a fiancée, thought Lavignia, how silly could she be, thinking they were a couple. 

“I was already going to offer you this and you know it. But of course, my Calihouse is yours for the time you want it for your honeymoon” he finally locked eyes with the brunette who was feeling like an outsider listening to private conversation: “and who is this Dove? Is she the new curator you and Lovelace were talking about?” 

“Yes, Lavignia this is Harry. Harry this is Lavignia” 

 She gave him an awkward smile. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles”

She raised her hand to shook his that was already reaching out for her. But, instead of a shake, he took her hand and before giving a kiss he whispered to her hand “please, call me Harry.” He kissed her hand and let her hand go, using the tips of his fingers to caress her arm on the way down from its previous position. 

“She is actually going to create the sequence for the pieces and the artistic and historical explanation of the pieces from the the exhibition”. 

“I thought I was going to write this” 

“Yeah but she has the technical knowledge. So you are going to look at the art, find a meaning behind and she is going to write the explanation for the techniques and whatsoever and to the presentationwould be interesting if you guys worked together” 

That’s when it hit Lavignia: they had 6 days till the opening and absolutely zero idea of what they were going to produce. 

“Wait….. we have six days to plan this whole thing?”  

Harry laughed. 

“Yes, we have done a lot but still, we have a lot do. Right now the focus is to create a storyline to exhibit everything and it has to go well with the main theme. Welcome to our gallery” he said with a smile. “But I’m sure it’s going to be an easy job. Because love and sex are so inherent to the human being” 

That wasn’t going to be an easy job. She didn’t know much about love or sex. 

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After their conversation, the day was just a blurry memory: checking the pieces, looking for articles and references about each one. Harry would once in a while come and check on Lav, ask her if she wanted anything and sometimes he would just look at her, like he was trying to memorize her face. 

It was already 7 pm and Lav and Nessa were getting their stuff to leave when Harry came up to talk to them: 

“Girls, Lovelace just called the office and asked if we want to have dinner at her place. I’m going, care to join?” 

“I can’t, have to meet Cathy. We have a dinner date to try and finally find a date that is good to get married” said Nessa “but I think it would be good for Lav so she can get a feel about how we work” 

“I can give you a ride if you want” Harry offered with a sweet smile, putting both of his hands on the reception table and getting closer to her face. 

“Uh, sure. Let me just get the rest of my stuff” 

“Sure, I’m waiting outside” 

Vanessa was looking down at her with cheeky eyes and knowing smile: “you are going to have the best fuck of your life” Lav eyes grew wide “oh me and my fiancée once had a threesome with Harry. A one time thing but didn’t he gave us the ride of our lives” 

“There will be no fu… mingling with the boss for me. Thank you very much” Lavignia said while getting the rest of her stuff and walking away with heavy steps and wide angry eyes. She was already out of the door but she could still listen to Vanessa’s laughter. 

She started looking for a nice and extravagant car but what she found was Harry leaning on a very red Harley Davidson. Picking at his nails, tearing off the nail polish in the process. 

“Hey. Ready?” She was shaking she had never walked on a motorcycle. 

“Kinda. Never been on a motorcycle before” 

“What a pleasure to be the your first ride then” Harry said giving her a blinking eye and a mischievous smile. “First let’s  put this thing on you” he got closer to her with a blue helmet with silver stars in hand. 

First he caressed her messy curls and then slided the helmet on her head, never taking his green eyes off of her: “you look perfect with this on, like you belonged on a fast ride, just like this ride I’m going to give you” 

She didn’t know how to answer that, she could just blush. 

“Let’s go?”  Nodding with her hand and getting onto the bike with Harry, Lavignia had this nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach: it burned. Every single time he turned a left she would end up brushing her front against his back that was covered by the thin blue shirt. She never felt this spark before, almost like something in her body was screaming for the feel of him. Maybe was the fact they spent the day in the middle of sensual pieces of arts, maybe was the fact that the smell of vanilla on his neck made her think of sex.

And she never thought of sex, never understanding what was the appeal to showcase something it was supposed to be so intimate, and he didn’t have any filter when it comes to it. Maybe the almost 4 years without someone between her legs have finally got her and she was going crazy.

After it felt like an eternity in a war with her own thoughts, they came to a stop on a small circle park with 5 houses surrounding the area . All of them were big and out of a art decor movie. They came to a stop in front of one of the houses: this one was yellow with high walls and a lot of plants all over the entrance. 

“This is Jeannie Lovelace house. My house is the other one on the other side of the park” Harry finally said, without taking his helmet off, pointing towards a house with a bright orange tone to it with rounded windows and a balcony that was exposed for the street, full red roses. “She is already expecting us, you can go inside, I’m just gonna drop my bike at my house. Do you live close?”

“No, I live close to the beach, close to that souvenir shop, you know? It’s about 30 bus stops from the gallery.”

“You can stay at my place, if you want” he said in a normal tone but a sparkle was found inside his eyes, maybe she wasn’t the only one that was left shook from their little trip standing so close together.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea” she could admire him, but she couldn't touch. She only knew him for a few hours but she knew it was trouble. And maybe her tone was quite condescending because Harry changed his posture and stopped smiling and just pronounced a small and guilty “okay” before driving towards his house, acting almost like he was feeling shameful. Before Knocking on the door there was only one thing in her mind: this was going to be an extressfull dinner. 

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Day 2: Woman with the black stockings 

(Painting they talk about: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ac/Schiele_-_Frau_mit_schwarzen_Strümpfen_-_1913.jpg )

“Darling, wake up” she could feel Jeannie elegant voice talking quietly “it’s almost 9, if you want to be on time to your meeting with Harry, you have to wake up now”

Meeting? When did she and Harry settled a meeting hour? Lav’s last memory was from getting another glass of the green drink because she was quite overwhelmed with the conversation topics. She didn’t even knew there was so much it could be talked about sex.

“Sorry” she said getting up “my head is killing me. Thank you for letting me crash here, I don’t even remember how I made it to this bed” she looked around, being in a big room with with walls and drawing of flowers all over it, Lovelace was standing right next to her holding a plate full of food. 

“Oh, darling there is nothing to be sorry for. You should thank Harry, he was the one who carried you over here” she said while settling the plate on her lap “but a little piece of advice? When it comes to absint you don’t drink more than 3 shots, now eat. Do you remember what we talked about last night?”

Oh God, she didn’t want to hear all of that AGAIN but she had to be honest: “after my third glass my mind is just a blackout. I’m so embarrassed”she said while getting the beautiful croissant and taking a bite of it and it was so good “You only know me for two days, you are my BOSS and I made a complete fool of myself”

“Again: nothing to be sorry for, everybody in the gallery is like family to me. Not counting Jesse, he is just someone that gives us money…. think of him like the awful uncle that everybody has to deal with” laughing at her own joke  “We just talked about the opening then me and Harry stared to exchange stories… that was when you started to drink a little too much.”

“I just… I hope this doesn’t get me fired but, you all just treat sex like it isn’t an act it should be kept in your bed and I got nervous yesterday with the topics of the conversation once we stopped talking business and especially Harry I mean…. I met him when he was talking about a menage he had in search for inspiration to write about an art piece” She said with open eyes and exasperated sigh

“Lavignia, sweetie, you know that this gallery is about sex right? We showcase pieces with a sensual and sexual background. Also we hold parties, books reading, music. Look at the name we gave it: MORNING AND EXTASE”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry Mrs. Lovelace, when we talked you only told me about this exposee we are doing and I thought that was it. I know that sensuality and art are two themes that often come together but ….”

“There is no problem, Lavignia” she said in a more serious tone, yeah, Lav was out of a job only on her second day, she was sure of it. “Look, I was so ecstatic to have someone with your resume that I only talked about what we are working on right now. Can I ask you something? Give us a chance, please? Especially Harry, he is a sweet guy who lives and feels everything, he gives himself whole in everything: art, friendship, love, sex. I wish I could have met someone like him when I was younger, I would be married, maybe.” She said with a sweet smile “When we are over with the planning of this, if you wish, you can let us go. But try and immerse yourself with us, there is more to the world than ‘waking up, growing old and dying’. If at the end of this you don’t wanna stay, I will find you a job at the most traditional art gallery. But, give us a chance, there is something behind your eyes that longs for something, I can see it, let us show you there is no shame in living.”

Looking at her hands, Laviginia thought about how she was never satisfied, leaving her parents home when they wanted her to get married to their neighbor, going to college in another country, then going to Paris to find a job and failing and now having this big opportunity in her hands: she couldn’t say no; so she nodded and got a big hug from the elegant old lady.

“Now, I asked Harry to get you a few clothes ‘cause I figured you wouldn’t want to be another entire day with the same ones.  He is already here with the clothes I’m going to get it for you. Take a shower. We’ll be waiting for you in the living room” Jeannie said getting up from her sitting down position in bed but before she could reached the door she turned to Lav and said “and another thing: don’t ever call me Mrs again, either Jeannie or Lovelace. Okay?” and with that she left the room and Lav went to shower, knowing she had a chance in her hands and the only person who could mess this chance up. 

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After taking her shower Lavignia came back to the room to find not only clothes but shoes and underwear and even a perfume, on top there was a note: 

Lovelace would not forgive me if I got you clothes and didn’t bought you a perfume. According to her a woman is naked without a scent. I hope I got the sizing right. 

H.

PS: I would love to see you wearing the lingerie, this one was all Jeannie. 

Of course he would said something like that. The clothes consisted of a black mini dress with red little hearts and a high turtleneck, together with black boots and a thigh high black stockings. The lingerie was pretty, a set with a bright cherry color made of  lace and satin. She loved looking at the mirror using such a beautiful piece, there was something about her she didn’t knew it could be achievable: she looked quite sensual. She felt like she was Twiggy herself (even if she didn’t look at all like Twiggy).

Last but not least: the perfume. It was Paris by YSL and it smelled like richness and sex. Of course he wouldn’t give any less than something like this. But she couldn’t lie, she was grateful for him, Lav knew she was quite harsh to him just the night before with her judgmental looks and words, but even then he got out of this way to help someone he only knew for 24 hours. 

Getting down the stairs she could ear the light tone of their conversation, something about “opening yourself for love”, it seems like Lav was not the only one that was getting a preach from the one and only Jeannie Lovelace. 

With the sound of her footsteps getting closer, Harry turned around and smiled: “glad I got the sizing right. You look nice.” He was getting up and so was Jeannie

“I’m going to give you guys a ride and then I’m picking Nessa up, we are going to the train station”

“I thought we all were working together today” Harry said while walking side by side with both women toward the backdoor that lead to the garage. Jeannie gave them both a big smile:

“Early this morning I got the news: We got the Corregio” in that moment Harry lifted Jeannie up and started to kiss her cheeks while saying “I knew you could do it”.

Antonio da Corregio was an painter from the italian renaissance, being able to get one of his pieces to put on display outside from its home museum in Viena was almost impossible . Lav was looking at the interaction and saw it for the first time: Lovelace saw Harry like a son. They were a little happy family. What she didn’t expect was Harry to put Jeannie down and take her into his arms, giving a big hug and involving her in his smell all over again. 

“Now, let’s go kids. You two have to analyse the Schiele piece and me and Vanessa have a date with Corregio”. And so they left in a very lilac mercedes. 

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Laviginia couldn’t stop sweating, she was standing side by side with Harry in front of a big painting of a woman sitting down, pushing her skirt up so she could show all of her private parts. With very red lips and nipples and black stockings, very similar to the ones Harry got her, and from his face, she was sure it was not a mere coincidence.

“What do you think we should do with this one?” Harry asked

“I think every piece of art tells a story and we have to discuss about this piece, what story does it tells us” Lav said getting away from the painting and closer to the books she had spread all over the table, looking for her bookmarks about Egon Shiele  and any piece of information about his painting The woman with black stockings.  She looked over at Harry and he looked relaxed with his with long sleeve shirt full of drawings on the sleeves and blue jeans. He was calm while waiting for her to tell him about whatever piece of information she found on the books. Her mind was going crazy, she was sweating through all of her pores, there was the same unfamiliar warmth in the pit of her stomach and there was Harry, changing his attention between her and the naked woman like they were talking about the weather. Finally she found the information she was looking for in one of the many bookmarks she made “This dates back to 1913, he got arrested countless time because of his art…”

“It’s ridiculous being arrested for making his art, especially one so intimate but I understand the time but so be it, I hate it when people make sex such a taboo. But please, continue with what you were telling me”

Cleaning her throat, she continued “according to this the reason behinds his arrests were his nude and semi-nude portrayals of his lovers. It also says those portrayls are so beguiling is quite simple: they have a filth quality to it. He likes to portrait his adoration towards woman and sex”

“Wow, that’s probably the most of dirty talk you have ever made in your life, I’m proud you got to reading all of this only blushing a bit” he looked at her with kind eyes and a smirk gracing his beautiful rosé lips “Okay, he wants to show devotion and rawness to it, right? There is this gorgeous woman spread open for him, longing for him as I hope he was longing to get between her legs and get so deep they don’t know when one ends and the other begins. I think that the theme of this is want, is the disinhibition, not being ashamed of wanting something that is so good” Lav felt like he was talking about her and not the painting “He has a dirty mind freakness, doesn’t only show people what he is seeing, he shows us his desire and let us get into his intimate for one reason: he painted his lovers, people he knew from inside out, people who must have some meaning to him. The fact that he can put together adoration and the most primal act of the human race, takes his art from merely beautiful to widely erotic”

“What does it feel like?” she asked him “being able to see and feel and talk about this without feeling like it’s wrong? Being able to let yourself go”

Harry looked at her and she had no idea what his face was telling her. He was sitting on the floor and pated the place in front of him in a silence request for her to join him. She sat in front of him, folding her legs and looking him in the eye

“I always felt like there was more to life than the one I was leading on, you know? My family came from money, but everything just felt the same, so one day, as soon as I turned 18, I went to Los Angeles, that was 10 years ago, ending of the 60s and beginning of the 70s, David Bowie was still becoming what he is now, Beatles had just broken up Fleetwood Mac didn’t have Stevie Nicks. There I met people who showed me more and more of living and then I started writing, becoming myself. It was with my art that made my own money and got kind of famous but I never actually showed my face to magazines till  I came to Italy when I heard that the gallery wasn’t doing very well, offered to help and I gained a second mother in Lovelace, she was there for me all the time and she was the first one to tell me that I didn’t have to be ashamed of who I was, if I like a bit of everything or if I dress quite flamboyant or anything.” Harry smiled “ That’s what she wants for everybody: have a fulfilling life like hers, without any fears. It’s all a learning you know, one day at the time, you get there.” Harry took her hand and gave it a kiss “tomorrow we’ll all be together to look at the Corregio, you can talk about whatever you are feeling, I promise you: no one is going to judge you.”

“You know it would be nice to just be able to talk about this without feeling like I’m going to hell and I don’t even believe there is a hell.”

“If hell is full of people who don’t care about labels and know how to have fun… I don’t wanna go to heaven “ Harry smiled “but you know, I’m a GREAT teacher, I would love to teach you how to be less awkward when it comes to the theme, after all you are working for a gallery about sex”

“I’m not having sex with you”

“God, Lav, don’t be such a pervert, I was talking about being less shy when it comes to talking about it. Come on repeat with me ‘fuck me’ without blushing”

“Fuck me”

“No, fuck me” 

“Fuck me” 

“No”

“Fuck me”

“Finally! That’s my girl.” Harry said giving a peck to her nose. “Now, how about we go eat a nice gelato, my treat. Then we can come back to talk about the painting”

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Day 3: Jupiter and Aphrodite

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fb/Correggio_028c.jpg

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fb/Correggio_028c.jpg

“I crave your mouth, you voice, your hair/ Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets/ Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day/ I hunt for the the liquid measure of your steps” the words from the poem left Harry’s mouth like honey. When they both arrived early to the gallery, Harry sat on the floor with a poetry book and asked if she wanted him to read for him. “I hunger for you sleek laugh/ your hands the color of savage harvest/ hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails/ I want to eat your skin like a whole almond”

When Harry said that sentence he stopped briefly and looked at Lavignia, wanting to see her reaction. He didn’t choose that poem with no intend, he wanted her to see how sexuality and love could be show on poem, with such a easy passion, no shame. She was looking right at the pearls he was wearing around his neck, thinking he didn’t noticed the way she was staring at his chest and necklace, he licked his lips and continued: “I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body/ the sovereign of your arrogant face/ I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes.

The more Harry read, the more Lavignia was imagining he was doing all the the things quoted, adoring her body with such hunger, she was thanking God that he was close to finish his reading: “And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight/ Haunting for you, for your hot heart/ Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue” He closed the book and looked at her:” so, that was the Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda, what do you think of it?”

“It’s beautiful”

“Only beautiful? What do you feel when you listen to those words. Erotism can also come in form of beautiful words, to show those feelings and to have them returned are a bliss, if is a one night or a lifetime.”

She wanted to be like him, like everybody she met during those 3 days, so she trying to raise her voice and finally say something:

“I feel hunger. Hunger for life. I don’t want to feel like it’s wrong to desire someone”

Harry got closer to her, almost touching their knees together. The moment he walked through the door last monday he was captivated by the girl wearing the cherry tree print dress. He couldn't stop watching her every movement, how she would stare at each art piece with a passion observation yet timid eyes, how she would like at him like he was from mars, she had so much inside of her screaming to break out of the coffins of her mind and heart, and Lovelace made him promise he would help her, she saw so much of her in Lavignia. 

“Would you like to try and  live the life you always longed for?” he asked her.”You will never be judged here, that is a promise I make you, in the name of everybody”

She was hypnotized by his eyes and the thought of finally exploring whatever she felt since she was younger and everybody always told her how wrong it was: this hunger. Ever since she read the Betty Friedan book “The feminine mystique” and was shocked to find out that women also could find pleasure in sex just like men. Never having the courage but each day inside the gallery she could feel the same insistent pit in her stomach always asking for more” So she just nodded and Harry got even closer, so close she could see the blue and golden inside his eyes and could hear his breathing and smell the mint in his breath.

This guy that just this weekend was having threesomes was going to kiss her shamelessly inside  their workplace. And she was going to let him. 

“Good Morning darlings” said the elegant voice of Jeannie coming from the front door “I’m a little bit late but I got fresh macarons from the french bakery close to Nessa’s place. She is just parking the … oh” Finally looking at the young couple on the floor so close that it was unmistakable that they were about to kiss when the owner of the gallery busted through the door “well…. young passion, always a good feeling when you just can’t wait till you can get home and enjoy each other but please do whatever you were going to do away from the art pieces, we wouldn’t want another incident like the party we threw back in 75”

Harry gave Jeannie a cheeky smile while the only thing Lavignia could feel was shame, absolut and complete shame. Opening her mouth to defend the situation she found herself in: 

“But we weren’t going to…”

“Lavignia you know I’m the biggest and most precious work of art from our little gallery” Harry said at the same time she was trying to come up with any excuse, looking at her while getting up and offering his hand.

“Oh Harry if I was 30 years younger you wouldn’t scape me” Jeannie answered. Today she was using a elegant bright red dress and a scarf around her head and by the smile on her face, Lav understood what they were trying to do: they wanted her to feel comfortable so they were joking to show her there was no problem in whatever they were doing.

“Now, enough talking we have two pieces to figure it out today and Harry where the fuck is the Semmel?” Lovelace said taking her heels off and started to walk around, checking everything they had already done. There was still 3 pieces for them to figure out how they would showcase. 

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They were all sitting on the bench Harry dragged to the middle of the room, with watchful eyes resting on Lavignia that was right in the middle of two art pieces. They all were waiting for her to begin her explanation: 

“So, if you look at my right, we have the famous Correggio painting: Jupiter and Io, dated back 1530. So, we all know the Romans saw Jupiter as the equivalent of the Greek god Zeus. According to the tale, he was attracted to everything that was beautiful, especially Io, she was one of Hera’s priestess. Jupiter was always tempted by others beauty and would disguise himself to be closer to them. In the case of the Correggio” she said posting towards the bluish god that was encasing the woman in a sensual way “he took the form of a velvet fog to reach for Io” pointing through naked woman encased by the fog, she took a break, waiting to see if they wanted to add something but Jeannie just gave her a small smile, telling her to continue: “it’s from the Italian renaissance, as we all know and the technique is oil on canvas, it’s height is around 5’4 and is has been in the Austria museum since the XVI century” 

Harry raised his hand not wanting to disrupt her talking, he was quite fond of the way she lost all of her shyness and insecurities when it comes to art. When she was done she looked at Harry when he raised from his sitting position to get closer to the painting: 

“If we look next to her face, we can see a face form itself on the fog, that’s Jupiter, right? He is there taking her pleasure as his own and giving his pleasure to her as her own. It’s a mutual feeling, she isn’t dreaming about the fog, he is there. This is such an erotic turn, showing us this woman being involved with this fog, her face looks like she was being pleasured. It’s about the feeling of letting go, she was letting herself being encased by this fog, encased by desire” turning his face to the redhead sitting close to Lovelace he asked “what do you think, Nessa?” 

Crossing her long legs that were covered by a letter flared jumpsuit she stayed quiet, taking the pairing calmly. 

“I think I wanna hear about the Aphrodite before making a decision” 

Harry pinched Lavignia cheeks lightly as if saying: come on, we are waiting. 

Lavignia was looking at the piece. The three naked woman with no shame, laying together on top of the blue satin sheets: one was laying down with her hands above her head, the other was on her fours atop of the laying girl and the third was encasing the the same girl that has her eyes closed in delight. It was clear that she was the one they were intending to adore, she was Aphrodite. 

“Aphrodite is one of the famous goodness, she is the goodness of love and beauty, she was responsible for the perpetuation of life, pleasure and joy…” Lav lost her train of thoughts the moment she looked at Harry. 

He looked calm, standing so next to her, listening so attentive, as if every word that came from her mouth was precious to the subject. His eyes were extremely green thanks to the green and blue crochet vest he was wearing together with a high waisted jeans but everytime he raised his arms she could see a bit of his soft belly and what it seemed to be a butterfly tattoo. 

“Earth to Lavignia?” said the fant voice of Jeannie. Shaking her head a muttering a small ‘sorry’, she continued:

“Anyway, this illustration on paper was made for the Pierre Louys’s book, the artist is Maurice Ray, we don’t know the date but it’s from the 19th century, so it’s nearly not as old as the Correggio, so if we want to sort by date: we can’t. They are too far apart. We have to find the common ground beside both being created after myth. But we don’t have much on the creator of the illustration to help us built the story. It could be helpful” 

“You know” Harry started “it’s good when people don’t know the life of an artist. I mean, I don’t want people to read my poetry and think what inspired me. Like my “cherry” poem, and think “it’s about his last girlfriend who left his heart broken’, I want people to look at my art and take it as their own. The moment I give it to the world, it’s not mine anymore. Each person has their own claim for the piece, their own meaning, their own story. I look at those pieces and I don’t wanna know if the woman in Correggio was the one that got away, I wanna look and see what this makes me feel, how this tells me a story” 

Harry had a girlfriend who broke his heart? Does he always write from his own perspective? Where can she find one of his poems? She wants to know more about the boy who seemed to never look anything but a full rainbow with his colours and happiness. 

“So, we only have now to work with Sunlight to finish the preparations for the grant opening. Nessa is everything okay with the catering?” 

“Yes, I spoke to the cantina owner, you know, Angelo. He invited us to have dinner there today, so we can try everything he wants to bring” then opening her purse and getting a red notebook “I think we have everything covered: food, drinks, journalist to come, photographers, invitations has been send. I  think the only thing lacking is the Sunlight… Harry, where the fuck is the Sunlight?”

His eyes opened and he looked a little bit frightened at Vanessa: “shit, Nessa, don’t pull those eyes on me, I always get scared. I promise: it will be here, okay?” nervously he looked at both Jeannie and Vanessa, and then at Lavignia, in a suplic for a little help. 

“What time should we be at the cantina?” she changed the subject

“In a few hours, it’s only 2 pm now, maybe at 6, the music is going to start at 6 but we know nothing actually works on time here”

“Okay, so maybe let’s just revise everything? And maybe finally find the order we want to exhibit everything? Lav, do you have any idea?”

“I can only think the cliche: year and technique” 

“We have been here for the last four hours searching, reading, talking about those paintings. Can we do it tomorrow” Asked Nessa, raising her arms to stretch.

“Sure, how about you two go and write all that has been discussed today while me and Harry talk business in the office upstairs?” Lovelace said, taking Harry by the hand and leading him to the stairs that stood almost in a hidden part of the gallery.

When they were long gone, Vanessa questioned if she knew that they weren’t going talk business and when she didn’t respond, she continued:

“Harry ex-girlfriend cheated on him and then left with some french preppy guy saying he wasn’t the one because she could never deal with his ways. This was almost a year ago, he was pretty depressed, to be honest, cried a lot, never wanted to sleep alone” 

“Does he ever want to sleep alone?”

“You know, you are fast to judge people, when I think you are opening up to us... “ she stopped to get one of the posters for the gallery and pointed towards the front exit, needing help to put the poster in its place.

When Lavignia thought she wasn’t going to hear anymore of that, she finally continued the talk: “he hates being alone. He practically moved to Lovelace’s house for the first month, was always listening to Fleetwood Mac’s Landslide, crying. Actually, I think during those first three months he only took one person to bed and he cried during it. He started to get better when he wrote his book, travelled all around Asia, he vanished for maybe 45 days. When he got back, he was him again. Maybe a better version of himself”

“Why are you telling me all of this, you don’t even know if I’m going to stay at the gallery or I’m gonna take the other job”

“You know… I can see in your eyes, the sparkle when you talk about those pieces, when you let yourself go. But then, it's like something turns it on in your brain, almost like it’s short circuiting, and then… you stop, you blush and you give us judgmental stares”

“You know, I can’t help it”

“I know” Nessa said with a faint smile “but we can help you”

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They were all laughing over bottles of chardonnay and pasta, Lovelace was in the middle of telling one of her many stories about the roaring 30 and all that she done back in New York. They got there half an hour ago, the music crew were beginning to put all the instruments over the small stage. The cantina was only two blocs from the gallery. They were sitting outside, in a round table with red and white tablecloth, with fairy lights to illuminate the place, trees that gave the place a certain fairy look.

When they arrived, there was a petite black woman with a sundress and braids on her hair, she recognized to be Nessa’s fiance, but she couldn’t bring herself to remember her name, no matter how much she tried.

When they sat, she was in the middle of Jeannie and Harry. She could feel his arms brushing her back every time he talked. 

“Guarda se non sei la donna più bella di tutto il nord italia” said a tall man, he must be around his sixties. Very blue eyes, gray hair and charming smile. He had honeyd voice, and man, she really needs to improve her Italian if she wants to stay.

“Quindi mi ci abituo, Angelo. E come sempre: il cibo è delizioso.”

They continued to talk for a bit, Lavignia ended up losing the conversation, looking at the small stage, that now had a singer, maybe she was finally going to be introduced to some good italian song besides Volare.

“Perdona la mia mancanza di istruzione” he looked at Lav “sei nueva qui, guisto?  La tua nuova ragazza, Harry? Che bella”

“Nei miel più grandi sogni, forse” God, Harry’s voice sounded even more charming in italian “Lavignia è il nuovo impiegato della galleria. Ma penso she dovremmo parlare in inglese”

“I am so sorry, my dearest” he said with a very strong accent “ I didn’t knew you didn’t speak Italian. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Angelino and welcome to my humble restaurant”

“Thank you so much. I know a bit of Italian, but it’s the language I speak the least and with all the noise and people talking at the same time, it gets hard to understand”

In that moment, the song beguin to play “Our music guess is starting now, if you excuse me… Jeannie, mi concede questo ballo?” taking her hand he lead her to the dancefloor, followed by Nessa and Cathy, who she finally remembered the name.

“And then they were two” Harry whispered turning to her 

She took another bite of the pasta containing a moan while Harry finished his glass, getting another bottle and pouring  for both of them”

“It was my bad Italian or Jeannie and Mr. Charming over there were flirting?” Harry smirked with her statement:

“You are absolutely, right. They flirt all the fucking time. It’s cute but sometimes I just want to push them towards a bedroom with a very big bed and say they can only leave after they fucked their brains out”

The more they talked, the more Harry got closer. He asked about her life before Italy and she asked about his book. She told about how she was trapped with her parents even after she graduated, so she left. He told her about his traveling through Asia, the people he met, how he went to a David Bowie show in Japan, that each city he visited brought him back to himself. 

“You know, maybe...can I buy one of your books?” she asked, with a timid glint all over her eyes “I just want to know what type of art you write”

“Oh, my poetry is all about having sex and feeling sad”

“Well, I still want to. I might blush a lot and maybe won’t be able to look you in the eyes on the first few days, but then I’ll get over it”

“How about this, you dance with me and tomorrow I give you my book to read. Deal” 

“Deal” shaking hands then getting up towards the dancefloor. 

Putting both of his hands on her hips, Harry got closer. They could listen to the calming voice of the singer. Softly singin the chorus of the song, with his mouth close to her ear. 

Lavignia could smell his cologne and feel the heat from his body, almost like he was encasing her in a protection spell from the wind. 

“You seem to know the words to the song. Who is this guy?”

“Oh, he is Pino Daniele, right now he only performs at small bars, weddings. But all of his songs are so good, give him a few years and I’m sure he’ll be big, at least here in Italy. That’s for sure” 

After that they were quiet for a moment, she was trying to catch the words to the song. Feeling distracted by the environment they had: fairy lights, the jazz with a popish sound to it, people dancing without a care, everything so colorful. The heat of the summer night was disguised because of the slightly cold wind that came from being close to the beach. Harry cleaned his throat to get her attention:

“I need your help. The Joan Semmel painting is so hard for me to decipher and I think I know why, she painted from such a tender female point of view. And I know I could ask anyone to help me, but I love how in love with art you are. How you lose yourself describing and talking about the pieces” 

“Okay, I can help. But are you sure Jeannie and Nessa won’t be mad?” 

“I already talked to Jeannie and Nessa a little bit before we had to leave the gallery, actually” the slower song came to an end but they couldn’t let each other go. There was comfort in this embrace and light conversation. Almost like they had done this a thousand times before. 

“You could come by my place tomorrow. We can fix this, maybe I can read some of my poems, since you’re so curious” 

“Sure, what time?” 

“Around lunch? There is no hurry since it’s close to eight and I don’t think we’ll be going home anytime soon” 

She had a night full of dancing and wine ahead of her. She could only wonder what would happen tomorrow when the sun came out. 

Day 4: Office Love https://www.phillips.com/detail/A/NY040210/233

The sky was cloudy when Lavignia knocked on the mahogany door. The house from the outside was already beautiful, with vines all over the place, the orange color of the wall and big door. 

“Hey” Harry said while opening the door, dressed in just a satin robe “I was drawing, I lost track of time. Would you like to come in?” 

The door lead her to his living room, there was a big hello round couch, with red walls and a Indian tapestry. The red walls were full of art pieces - all of them pretty much leaning on the sensual side - the  three ceiling to floor windows gave a beautiful view of the street and grey sky. 

“Feel like you’re at your own home, okay? Please put your shoes over there” he said pointing towards a small cabinet “I’m just going to put on some clothes and I’m be back” 

With Harry upstairs, she was left alone to wander through the living room. There were magazines and vinyls all over the place as well as books about a few of the artists they were going to exhibit. He was doing his homework, apparently. 

But then something got hold of her attention: it was a black and white photograph. It seemed like it was an office, a typical American one. With two big windows and a rectangular desk but there, laying at the same desk, there was a barely dressed woman with her breast out and a man -completely dressed- devouring the woman’s chest. 

“Do you like the work of Helmut Newton?” She heard Harry’s voice just behind her, when she turned around there he was with a graphic white t shirt full of little watermelons drawings and jeans shorts. 

“You scared me, you walked down the stairs really quiet” 

“I wasn’t quiet, you were just really paying attention to the photograph. So do you like Helmuts job?” 

“I never heard of him ‘till today” 

“Well… he is a German photographer and is known for his studies of the female body. He worked a lot with Yves Saint Laurent and that was actually how I met him, I loved his fashions editorials of the brand. Then when I was at the fine arts museum in Boston last year, I saw this photograph. He was touring with his new exhibition when I bought this one. But it only arrived last month, when the tour was done” 

He was side by side with her, looking at the piece for a few seconds before continuing his explanation: “the name of this photograph is Office Love. When I had the chance to talk to him he said he wanted his photographs to arouse. And they do, because he so boldly explores his longings. But, in my personal opinion, what makes his art so sexy is his obvious belief that sex in the most important thing in the world” he looked at Lavignia “so, what do you think?” 

She looked at him with wide eyes and open mouth. 

“You don’t have to say anything to me, okay? But think about this painting when you’re alone. I lost the count of how many times I sat on this same couch looking at her and imaging it was me on the picture. Especially this week” did he said what she thinks he said? “Anyway, would you like to eat something before we start? I brought my book with me, thought we could eat a peanut butter sandwich and I’ll read something”. When she nodded, Harry took her hand and lead her towards the kitchen. 

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His kitchen was all black and white: black and white tiled floor, black electrical appliance with white walls. Black table with white chairs. 

He made the sandwiches and got them a glass full of water. When they were halfway done, he got one his book and asked what type of poem she would like to hear. 

“Anything. Just want to get to know your art” 

“I’ll just open randomly then…” and when he did, his smile flared a little bit, maybe this poem represents a sad moment in his life. When she was close to telling him that there was no need for him to read if it hurted him, he cleared his throat and said: “this is The cherry sonet” 

Along with the cherry trees came hopeless sorrow

The cherry color reminds me that I’ll still hurt tomorrow

Dreams of you erupted in my waking 

My broken heart is still yours for the taking 

When you met him, did he called you ‘cherriè’?

When you kissed him, did you remembered me? 

And when you left me

Did you feel like you were finally free? 

But don’t you call him baby 

Don’t you dare 

To call him what you used to call me 

But don’t you call him baby 

Don’t you dare

To call him what you used to call him 

She felt tears in her eyes, that was the first time he was avoiding looking at her. Closing the book he gave her and whispered “it’s yours. Take care of it” 

“Harry, I’m so sorry. No one deserves to feel this heartbreak” 

“It was a long time ago. I don’t miss her, I don’t even love her anymore. But every time I remember what she done to me and how much pain I went through my hearts remembers the heartbreak.” 

“I understand if you don’t wanna talk about it, but, who was she?” 

“Her name doesn’t matter. She lived here for a while, I fell in love so deeply, I don’t think I was ever in love before her. It was like the world gained color and I didn’t have to be so lonely, anymore. I was still trying to figure it out where I stood in the world, and for that to work out, I tried to be the perfect match for her. I think i lost a bit of me when I lost her. But that was never truly me, you know” he paused to drink some water “ She didn’t like how I treated matters of privacy. She didn’t like the theme of the gallery and she didn’t like Lovelace either. Said she was a bad influence. So to prove her I could work with other themes, I made this work with a French gallery owner. She cheated on me with him.” 

“Harry… I don’t know what to say to you. I never fell in love and don’t even remember liking someone that liked me back, you know? I don’t know much about you, but I can see that you’re good and you don’t deserve any of that” 

He got her hand that was over the table and took in his. Not saying anything but it was like their conversation was happening without needing any words. 

“I think we need to work on the Semmel. Do you want me to bring here or would you mind if we go to my music room. I left it there” 

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The music room consists of a place full of music instruments, more vinyls and more books. With pillows and tapestry all over the floor, there was no couch or chair. If you wanted to sit, you had to sit on the floor. On the far left of the room there was a painting with a purple bed sheet covering everything. 

“Ready?” He pulled the sheet and she was left marvelous. 

Joan Semmel is a New Yorker painter and writer. Most of her works are about the female point of view. But, even with the knowledge about the artist’s life, nothing could prepare Lav for the pairing ahead of her: it was a woman sitting down on her bed, relaxed and completely naked. She was touching her body and her body was golden from the sunlight. You couldn’t see her face, she was painting from her point of view. 

“You know I can write about any perspective but I’m having trouble with this one because it shows such a intimate view of the woman’s body. I called Lovelace to help me as soon as we got the thing but she said “darling I’m too old to remember the feeling of looking down at a younger version of my body” 

Lavignia couldn’t mutter a word, she was too much hypnotized by the work. And also jealous: she doesn’t know what it is to be naked on her own bed just taking in her own body. She didn’t knew that could be so much freedom when you’re “normal”. Because one thing is too see Bowie and Jagger preaching sexual freedom. She thought it was made for the ones that had an unusual life. But here she was meeting people that had no problem with showing themselves to her. 

“So, what do you think?” Harry asked her. 

“She has a classic technique of color mixing and…”

“Darling I know all of that part. I need your take about the painting, what’s the feeling behind that and what it compares to true life, and then, together, we can figure it out how to fit inside the theme, how to display it and finally decide the story we are going to tell with Love and Sex because, I’m sorry, my dove, but we have such an unique gallery and exhibit that I don’t want to waste it with cliche display options, I know we only have two days but if we think something NOW, we have tomorrow and the entire morning of saturday to fix it.”

It was too much. It was too much. It was too much. 

This isn’t right. This isn’t right. This isn’t right. 

So Lavignia almost screamed without having second thoughts: 

“That’s not right, I can’t go on and talk about that! She had her thoughts while doing this piece, but there must exist this lack of control when people make such works. Life HAS to have control, Harry. YES it’s a wonderful piece but I don’t feel anything while looking at it” 

“You’re lying. I can tell when you’re looking at me like that” Harry said with a sad yet  angry look upon his eyes “your problem is that you never let yourself lose control. You don’t think I notice... but I do. You give everyone the same staring eyes, judgmental eyes when you remember about your ‘lack of control’. When Jeannie asked us to give you a chance, I went with an open heart. I just undressed my soul to you while reading that poem, I thought you were different from her, she judged me and left me. And here you are judging me. How many days till you walk away from the gallery? When we are on the day of the opening and you leave us with all of the work it should be also yours? We are a family down at the gallery and you have no right to fuck that up with your precious control” his voice started to raise “but let me tell you one thing: one day you are going to have a cock so deep in you that you’ll feel it on your tummy, fingers messing with your button and a tongue down your throat and you’re going to find down there is more to life than your precious control” 

He turned his back and finally said: “Get out of my house, I’ll call Lovelace and ask her to fix the Semmel for me.  I don’t think I will go to the gallery until the opening, I can’t look at you when you’re looking at me like I’m sick. If you want to stay, we all are going to welcome you with open arms. If you still  want to learn how to let go of your prejudice like you said it to me yourself: I’m here. But as long as you are judging us and messing with people's hard work: I can’t look at you.” He gave her one final look and opened his mouth one last time: “do me a favor and only go Saturday if you are willing to try. If that’s not what you want it’s not fair to you to continue to suffer what our daily works entails. And it’s not fair to us to be kept on the fence if you’ll stay or not. And it’s not fair to me to be lead on and think I have a chance of  you being mine” 

And with that he left the room. Letting Lavinia alone with her own thoughts. She had to get of his house. She need to talk with someone. 

She needed Jeannie Lovelace. 

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She knocked one time. 

Nothing.

Another.

Nothing.

One more time and Lavignia would go home and pack.

The door was opened. 

“Darling, are you alright?” Said Jeannie Lovelace. She was with a beautiful black silk skirt, barefoot and a simple white shirt: “I thought you and Harry were going to spend the day together. Come in, come in” 

She went inside still paralyzed. Jeannie lead her towards the nearest couch (the heart shaped one) and said: “Laviginia, do you want a hug?”

She hugged the old lady that smelled like lavender. She felt at home. She cried.

“What happened? Do I need to go and kill Harry?”

“I think I’m the one that needs the killing” and so she begging the story. From the time they met, to all the flirst, how Harry tried to help her to feel at home and more comfortable with her own skin and nature. Told about the flirting and the night before. And then… told her about what happened just a few minutes ago. When she was done, Jeannie looked at her and finally started to talk: 

“Lav, I don’t think he was right to say those things, but I don’t think you were right to judge so harshly. You know, we are what life made us” she paused “I can’t talk about you, I just met you. I hired you not only because of your knowledge and because we needed someone with your background, I could easily get somenome from Rome for that. But it was because I trust my instincts and it felt like there was a little fairy whispering to me ‘she’s the one you need’. I don’t know how much do you want to open up, but I’m here” 

Lavignia opened her mouth without even thinking “do you know why I was in Paris? Because after I graduated my father told me that now that I could say I was educated and fulfilled my ‘feminist dream’ I should go back to real life and marry. He wanted me to marry the neighbor, by the way. When I said no, he just told me to leave. I still had a bit of money and one of my classmates was French, so that’s where I went.” 

“You know, for someone that is so afraid of life, you are quite brave” 

“So I’ve been told” she paused “but… how will this fix the shit Ihave done to him?” 

“My darling, he is no stranger to heartbreak. He is a free spirit, yes, but he longs to have someone to be free with him. There was something about you that made him feel enchanted, the same way he was some time ago with that girl… but she wasn’t the one for him”

“But I have done the same thing: I was quick to me judgmental with him” 

“There is a huge quote by the one and only Anaïs Nin that goes like this: ‘You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken’. Do you understand that, darling?”

“I do. How do you remember so much of this big quote?”

“Because it was thanks to this book that I woke up. You see, my family had same expectations for me. But imagine that 40 years ago… women barely could go to university. It was - still is, sadly - a man’s world. But, day by day, we can get our space. And that’s in everything, including sex. Don’t be ashamed to own your power. Own your body. Give your life everything what it deserves. Think of you first. And… when you find out who you are and if that person wants people like us as your friends, will be here. If you want Harry to be with you, he will be. And he will take you on your craziest adventures because come on… he’s an aquarius” 

“I’m a Libra” 

“It’s a good match” Lovelace laughed “would you like some wine? I was about to drink some rosé?” 

One hour later they had bruschetta and one bottle of wine almost finished. She was listening to Lovelace talk about her adventures and, unlike last Monday, she was lovin’ it. That woman had such good stories. 

Maybe was the wine but Lavignia finally had the courage to ask: “Do you think Harry will forgive me?” 

“Darling, the moment you said yes to the wine, I know he will forgive you” 

“Why?”

“Because you stayed”

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Day 5: sunlight 

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Lavignia woke up with the rays of the sun hitting her face. She looked at the window and it was completely opened. Didn’t she close it last night? 

After all the drinking and talking with Jeannie, she called her a taxi so she didn’t have to ride the bus alone and slightly intoxicated. 

Looking at the clock she had beside the mattress on the floor - she really didn’t have time to make her complete move just yet so her small loft was quite simple: off white walls, a dresser, a kitchen, her mattress and a little door to the bathroom with a a bathtub. There were boxes all over the floor, the Sunday after the opening she would fix everything, maybe paint the walls and get a few posters: one of Stevie Nicks, one of Frida Khalo and one of Bridget Bardot: her most divine life examples. 

Looking at her door, she saw her blue knee high boots and her purse and inside her purse she could see just a little bit of the light pink and blue book cover. 

Maybe … she could? 

She really didn’t want to get up so she crawled towards her purse and got the book. She could imagine his reaction to her crawling for something of his. 

Back to her bed, Lavignia was lost looking at the book cover, trying to catch all of the details. One side was blue and the other pink. The front cover he had the name “Fine Line” and there was a drawing of him laying down, naked. But you couldn’t see nothing, just the contour lines. Nothing else. At the back of the book there was a simple quote: 

This is a story about my journey. 

The one where I found and lost love. 

But I found myself. 

Do you know who you are? 

As soon as the book was opened, Lavignia found the dedication, it was for his mother and Jeannie - who he calls his American mother. Then, there was a list of 15 poems and prose with the number of pages next to it: the cherry tree sonet, I saw an angel; from the hallway I write you this poem; don’t call me baby, again; the fruits of your body; the lights; golden as the sun; adoration; sex is medicine; summertime and butterflies; from Tokyo, with love; the little gallery. 

What was better? Reading the book from the beginning or do just like Harry did not even 24 hour ago and choose randomly. Lavignia went with the later. This time it was a little prose:

Adoration 

I like the love language our eyes share. When we are so together laying in bed with the sounds of the city having a conversation behind the windows. We are so close that I can feel our lashes touch. Do you know I adore you? 

There are words you can’t say yet. And I understand, darling. You don’t have to say you love me. But I have to tell you: I adore you. 

Please, let me adore you

I adore you 

I love you 

Reading this made her understand more about him. Lovelace wasn’t lying when she said Harry feels everything to its maximum. He was so pure when it comes to the matter of the heart. She felt so guilty for how she treated him. But she knows that at the time she was a different person than she is now, just a day later. All thanks to Jeannie and her Anaïs Nin quote. Wanting to read another, she opened the book in a random page, this time it was a poem: 

The fruits of your body 

From the tangerine smell of your body 

To the dreams I have of your lipstick 

It’s strawberry lick, isn’t?

From the way you hold my body 

To the way you make me love it

It’s sultriness, isn’t? 

From taste of watermelon 

That slips all the way down your legs 

I suck it all up. Don’t I? 

From the way you make me grow

To the way you make me shiver 

I’m at your feet

Yours. 

Yours while you’ll have me. 

Yours. 

As long as the fruit season lasts. 

I hope it lasts forever

The more she read, hotter she felt. It was never like this. She ripped her dress off. She ripped her underwear off. She wanted to get off. For the first time. 

But how? 

And then she remembered something a certain curly haired man with a mustache told her: “think about it when you’re alone”. 

That painting. That damn painting. All of the art pieces she looked this week. The smell of him. The way his body moved. The way he looked at her. She was on fire. The sunlight coming from the window ignited the fire on her body. She was finally on fire. 

Looking down at her body, knowing she was treasure map, ready to be discovered. So her journey begins:

A light touch to her neck, with the tip of her finger. The heat grows inside. Her breast so full of desire: she grabbed them. Massages them. Pinching each one of her nipples. Changed the pressure. Moaned and arched her body. She needed more but she didn’t want to stop her exploring, so she raised to her knees, getting one of her pillows. 

Right between her legs. With her hands getting acquainted with herself she rolled her hip and thought of green eyes watching her. Would he have a smile on his face? She hopes so. Because she is so fucking proud of herself. She was a queen in search of the pleasure she never had the right before. 

Her body. Her pleasure. Her orgasm. 

When she got tired from riding the pillow she laid down again. Her hands went to her heat. And she touched and touched and touched. 

And then… sunlight. She was covered in light. She was the sunlight. Her body reactions is like a morning light: beautiful and so unique. 

When she had finally calmed herself she looked around. And something just clicked. 

Getting up and taking a shower was the first thing she needed to do. Then… Lavignia would run as fast as she could to the gallery: she knew what to do about the opening. 

Day 6: perfume  https://fineartamerica.com/featured/perfume-1910-luigi-russolo.html

Lavignia was going to have a syncope. She was sure of it. The sun was finally setting but it was still hot. Hotter than ever. And if she didn’t hurry she was going to be late for the opening. 

The silk white dress Lovelace gave her was from her own wardrobe. “From my peach days” she called. The dress had thin straps and it reached mid thigh with a fringe assuming the rest of the outfit till it reached her ankle. It was a true fastidious dress from the 30s. And she felt in character. 

Just the day before Laviginia stayed back at the gallery till almost 3am together with Jeannie and Vanessa (and Cathy, she got there with dinner for them and stayed to help). 

It was hard but the moment she told her idea, Jeannie and Vanessa fell in love with it. It was original and so in touch with everything the gallery stood for. 

Sitting on the bus she looked at the the street. It was almost night time and people were starting to begin their Saturdays festivities. Lavignia felt her stomach turn and turn, the closer she got to the bus stop the more her nerves were making her crazy. 

She was going to do the presentation. Yes, that was Jeannie and/or Harry’s job. But well… it would be a miracle if he showed up today and Lovelace said it was all Lavignia, so she is the one that making all the talking. 

Getting out of the bus was easy. Finding her around the streets that lead to Mattina ed Estasi was easy. There was music and people talking loudly. From the window of an old building she could see the shadow of a couple making love. 

But the moment she saw the red Harley, nothing was easy. Her heart was beating fast. Harry was already there. He probably saw the way they fixed everything. Just the paintings with a small description to it. The order didn’t offer any technical logic. Maybe he was mad. Maybe he was curious. Maybe he was just as anxious as she. 

But Lavignia knew she wouldn’t get her answer if she just stood there. She had to walk through those doors and face everything. 

She was ready. 

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The moment she was inside the gallery she felt so proud of herself. Looking at all the pieces circling the space. Forming a cycle. A love and sex cycle. And four of those pieces where on the center stage: first is Sunlight, followed by Correggio and the Aphrodite, the gods and goodness deserved to be together. And, finally, the one she was so afraid on her second day of work but became one of Lav’s favorite art pieces to ever exist: the women with the black stockings. 

When she dressed today, she was inspired by the painting. But, instead of black, it was white. White lace and see through lingerie her friend from France gave her but she never had the courage to wear - till today - with white stocking. A little innocent gif, if Harry was willing to open when the night is over. 

And by the way… where is Harry? The opening was only for another hour and she knows she was the last one here. 

“Oh, you’re finally here. Good” she heard Nessa’s low voice. Dressed in a black glittery jumpsuit with wide legs and a heart shaped cut in the chest area. Looking like the disco goodness she was “Lovelace was getting worried. You look beautiful, by the way” giving her a small kiss on the cheek she continued “I have to go and see if all of the catering is ready but Lovelace and Harry are upstarts. Any second now… okay?” 

And she was alone again. But not for long. 

She could smell him before she could actually see him. The same vanilla and tobacco. But if Lavignia thought she was feeling a little bit woozy with his smell. Nothing could prepare her for the outfit he choose: white trousers and tank top with a white blazer. Something John Travolta would wear. He had a bit of scruff but his mustache was still the first thing she noticed in his face, together with the pink sunglasses. 

Harry was looking at her, frozen at the top of the copper stairs.  

“We match” she said about the all white assembly they both were wearing. 

“You came” 

And he gave her a small smile. Maybe not everything was lost. 

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Even with their little exchange, Harry hasn’t talked to her. The opening was keeping everybody busy. There was photographers and journalist to entertain. A lot of people from the villa, too. 

From the corner of her eye, she could see Jeannie in her bright pink spaghetti dress talking to Angelino. He was wearing a blue velvet suit. They fitted together. 

The clock read 8:47 pm, more 13 minutes and she would go to the little stage and do the presentation. She was nervous. Lavignia was in need of a drink. 

As if he heard her thoughts, Harry got closer to her for the first time in the evening with a champagne glass:

“You look nervous. Everything is perfect, you can relax” he said, with a faint smile. Up close she could see the birds tattooed in his chest “and don’t you look quite dazzling tonight” 

“Thanks. You look quite handsome yourself” accepting the glass and taking a big gulp, her shoulders finally relaxing a bit “I’m nervous about the presentation” 

“Don’t be. Lovelace always dazzles everyone. And I’m quite curious to find out why she chose this order to present the works” 

He didn’t know. 

“She didn’t. I did. And I’m doing the presentation. I’m so nervous” Harry looked at her with shocked eyes. Then he looked around. Then back at her, finally taking his glasses off and looking right inside her eyes: 

“Then can you help me make sense of everything?”

“I think I’ll let you find out with the rest of the people here” 

“Why are you teasing me so much? I wouldn’t do that” 

“No, you would do worse” she looked at him with a glint inside the honey color of her eyes “actually, I think you will do worse to me, one way or another” 

“Depends, if you’re a good girl then it won’t exist any teasing. So come on… enlighten me. Tell me why everything is organized like this” 

“It’s a story. And that’s everything I’m gonna tell you right now” even with their light conversation, Lavignia felt like there was an elephant in the room, so she finally decided to talk about it “can we talk? You know… about what happened?” 

“After this, maybe?” 

“Why aren’t you upset with me? I thought I would have to get on my knees and beg for you to talk to me today” 

“You stayed. The moment you decided to stay, I decided to give you a little bit of my heart. But after the presentation, we can steal a bottle of champagne and go to the office upstairs” he took the bit of her hair that was loose and fixed behind her ear “about getting on your knees: you still can, darling” smiling he gave her his own glass “and there is my favorite embarrassed little girl. Now drink, Jeannie is going to the stage right now,  your presentation will start soon. 

The anticipation she felt about the promise of an “later” with Harry was only bigger than the wheels that were turning inside her stomach. Lovelace was getting up on the stage, god she was going to die. 

“Ladies, gentlemen and everything that is in between, good night and welcome to our new exhibition: Love and Sex” people were clapping and shouting “Before telling the story behind those pieces, I wanna thank Angelino, from Villaggio dell’amore, for making such a delicious dinner for us. Also I would like to thank Vanessa, she works for the gallery since 1975 and since she got here, we only got better the same goes to Harry “she said posting her glass towards Nessa then Harry “you not only came here and invested in our little gallery but you gave us so much more, most of the pieces from today wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. You had this idea and with our little help, we created this magic. So thank you” he raised his glass and say something in Italian that she couldn’t quite pinpoint with all the clapping. 

“Now, not long ago our family got a new member. She came here with her doubts but the moment she allowed the pleasure behind the art envolve her completely, she changed this exhibit for the better and today she’s going to be the one to talk to you. Graduated in Arts in Communication and my new adoptive daughter: Lavignia” 

Harry gave her a small pat on the but like saying “you’re up”. 

When Lavignia climbed the three steps to the little stage, she could feel like she was shaking. When she hugged Lovelace, she was shaking. The moment she saw all of those people faces, she was shaking. But when she saw his smile, she wasn’t shaking. He gave her peace of mind. 

“Thank you, Jeannie, for the lovely introduction” he gave her a not “Welcome to Love and Sex, today, we are going to tell you a little story” 

“From the start of the day, we have this huge Sunlight, a piece from Joan Semmel. Sunlight here isn’t only the signal of a new day that begins. When we talk about Love and Sex, we also talk about the discover of yourself. Know your pleasure, own your pleasure. Make love to your own body. You will never get the meaning of true love or sex, unless you become acquainted with yourself. Inside out. That’s what Sunlight is about: is the vision of the artist upon her own body. When she loves what she see and knows each part of her; what makes her quiver and long. When she makes her own body shake with love and sex is when she is ready to discover the world. Because the moment you understand yourself, you can understand others without any prejudice or pride. The moment you allow yourself is when you can finally deliver yourself to the fogs of pleasure, so well represented by Correggio’s Jupiter. Because here Jupiter is desire, is temptation, it’s the deliver. It’s when you embrace the feeling of bliss. That’s actually why we put gods and goodness together, because when you look at Aphrodite, you want to be inside the piece, you want to be this woman that not only represents beauty but also love. It’s when the pleasure you search it’s at its peak. Orgasm. High. Whatever word you might want to call it” 

Harry was looking at her with attentive eyes. A proud smile. A promise of an later. Everything about the way he looked at her made her feel anything but ashamed for the things she was saying. She had a speech prepared. But she remembers nothing of it because the moment she was on stage nothing else mattered beside her feelings towards the pieces, at the end everything is about feelings. 

“And then, we finally have The woman with the black stockings; because sometimes you have the chance to find people whose intensity matches yours and you just want that person. You dream and you desire, because now, sex is not only sex but is also love. You fuck at 10 am but have slow sex in the evening. Whatever this person wants, is theirs. You are opening yourself. Not only literally but metaphorically, as well. And you can only hope this person doesn’t get scared only because you’re so open” 

The whole moment she was talking, people were walking around the artworks. But now, they were all looking at her. Now was the time to close her explanation and kiss her man, the same man that was so attentively looking at her and helping her since the first day. 

“If love is a prose, sex is poetry. From all the artworks I just told you all about it, they all share the same theme but are shown in a different way. From the fog that encapsulates the young woman in Jupiter to the woman with her open legs showing to her lover that everything that is hers is also his. Giving him the privilege to see her in such a tender yet sensual way. Because love and sex are privileges. You can have one without the other, but together they are powerful. Is a privilege because you can’t find that in others so easily. The ones that can see what pleasure is all about, that there is no shame in longing, in wanting, in quivering for someone but also recognize than when you do it all of this with love: Is irreplaceable”

Looking around she saw people with tears in their eyes. Lavignia was so proud of herself. 

“Is a privilege because not everybody can find that. A few people spend all of their lives without knowing the true pleasures of the flesh and others spend their lives wanting to be loved, waiting for someone to fit inside of them just like a puzzle. But, sometimes, all you need is you. The world is quite boring but some people know how to make it colorful, just like those artist that shows us the most inherent sentiment of the human race with the most primal desire of the human race. 

This, is love and sex. Enjoy your night. Thank you.” 

Lavignia could hear the applause. Lovelace went to give her a kiss on the cheek, Nessa and Cathy were hugging her, welcoming her to the family. Journalist wanted to talk to to her. She could see cameras flashing and unknown faces congratulating her. But her focus was in looking for him, and she found him: at the top of the stairs, with a bottle on his hand, he gave her a nod, pointing toward the office door. Lovelace, that was standing right beside her told her to go. 

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The office had baby blue and white walls. That was the first thing she noticed. There was a bathroom and a big window showing the hot Italian summer night. In the middle of the room was a desk and sitting on that same desk, there was a man picking at his nails with a champagne bottle next to him. When he heard the door, he gave her a smile and stood up. 

“I thought you were going to ditch me” 

“No. Just had a lot of people wanting to talk. Sorry” 

“Nothing to be sorry for” he took a step closer to her “can I just start by saying how I’m so fucking proud of you? You gave such a nice speech and you made the theme so much better than what we initially thought. Cheers to that” he gave her a small smile and the bottle. Taking from his hands and drinking a big gulp, the sweet taste of the champagne that had notes of cherry filled her tastes buds. She gave him the bottle back so he could drink and asked him: 

“What was the message you took from everything?” 

“That love and sex is to let yourself go. As you said, it’s a privilege… and what a nice privilege” they were standing in the middle of the room, the sound of the party downstairs was nothing compared to the silent conversation that was happening behind every word they exchanged. 

Harry thought Lavignia looked beautiful with the lights from the night sky illuminating her beautiful face. It was only then and the moon. Their only witness was the moon. He wanted to get a paper and write everything he was thinking. Maybe he would named Her and the moon and would say something among the lines: even the moon takes chances in betting that our love begins tonight. Strong or weak. Happy or sad. 

But they still had so much to talk. So Harry decided to begin: “why were you so harsh to judge? Not only me but everybody here, actually” 

“I think I was intimidated by you. You came telling about your weekend and I could only think ‘he has done more in three days that I have done my entire life. And I don’t know I think when you mix that with the unknown, I ended up misjudging you. More than once. Even when you were always so open to me” she got the champagne, drinking some more “I’m so ashamed for how I treated everybody here. You and Nessa and even Lovelace that first night, drinking everything and passing out.”

“You don’t have to be ashamed, we are family here. And family forgives, right?” he pinched her nose “And yeah, I understand what you mean, we tend to fear the unknown. Were you really discussed by me? And the fact I like a little bit of everything?”

“I think I was jealous,actually.  And I hated myself for the feeling you gave me since last Monday when I saw you walk through the door. But I don’t think I was actually discussed, you know? Not at you, at least. Maybe at myself. It was hard to understand all the feelings I was having  and also understand that feeling all of this is okay” 

“I thought you were beautiful, you know? I was captivated by you since the first day. And we were always on and off during the week. There were days I thought you were finally understanding us and days I was sad because you looked at us as if we were monsters... exept when you start talking about art. That’s beautiful. You lose yourself in it.” 

She was so closer to him now, playing with his rings. Harry noticed little lines on her forehead, like she was thinking about something. 

“You seem like you want to ask me something”

“Do you still want to get to know me? Or have I missed my chance?” He laughed at that. 

“Of course I wanna get to know you.”

In that moment, both of them let go a relieved breath. It was crazy to think about how much could change in one week. Lavignia always thought you could only feel like she was feeling was you know someone for years, but sometimes you have the privilege. 

It was a brand new start, the Sunlight was a reborn for her. And now they were on the same page. They were both open. They both wanted a real chance. 

“Will you be patient with me?” She asked him 

“Always.”

“When are you going to kiss me?”

“When I’m finally inside of you”

“And when is that?”

“In a few hours from now, when the party has died down a little bit”

“I was thinking you were going to kiss me now.”

“Well... we can do other stuff, you know?”

“Like the painting at your house? It’s quite sensual” 

“Look at you. How do you managed to be able to talk like this in just two days”

“You can’t  see it because of the lack of light but I’m blushing right now but... you are right. I had to discover myself. Actually one of your poems helped me, and all of those paintings, they created a good picture in my head.”

“Are you saying you got off to one of my poems?”

She nodded her head. Affirmative. 

“Which one?”

“The one about the fruits”

“Fuck... you are making real hard for me not to kiss you right now”

“Why don’t you?”

“I’m going to. Just not now. If I’m going to kiss you I’m going to do it right. Laying on my bed, with me inside of you. But it doesn’t mean I can’t do something to help you. I can see you’re squishing your thighs.” getting closer to her, he looked right inside her eyes, making her feel dizzy. 

“Tell me, darling. Ever heard about voyeurism?” Harry asked with his deep voice just above a whisper.

She was feeling dizzy. His perfume was increasing all of her nerves. The smell of vanilla marking her melt while the notes of  tobacco was igniting a fire within herself she never felt before”

He got closer again and grabbed her hips “I’m not going to ask again... ever hear of voyeurism?” 

She nodded her head. A negative. 

“Well...it’s when you have satisfaction of watching people engage in sexual situations” he said in a low whisper close to her ear, she was shaking. Harry was walking her backwards till her back was against the desk “I would love to see you hump this pretty table till you get lost in the feeling of a delicious high. And then I’ll take your wet panties from you and put it on my front pocket, close to the part that is aching the most to get to know you” he raised her to sit on the desk, opening her legs in a position her clit was resting on the cold and hard surface “then we are going to mingle. People are going to come to you and talk about how good your speech was. Cathy and Nessa are going to want to take photographs. Poor them, little they know my little girl is without any underwear, wet and waiting for us to get home” he started to help her move her hips on the desk. The first few waves of pleasure passing through her body like little flicks of energy “and then I’ll take you home and fuck you properly for the first time in your life, would you like that, darling?” She nodded her head and he gave her a peck in one of her eyelids “good. But, for all of that to happen I need you to do me a favor and come” 

“Won’t people hear me?” 

“And what’s the matter of that. We are not working anymore. We are enjoying a very sensual party, just like everyone else. And I can promise what we are doing here... everybody down there had done at least two times worse” she was hypnotized by him and his damn perfume “fuck it, right?” 

Fuck it 

Lavignia felt her hips moving more and more. Her toes were turning inside her boots. Harry was whispering dirty nothings close to her ear, leaving light kisses across all of her neck and chest. Holding her tights open, helping her move, sometimes moving his hips closer to her just so she could feel the promise of later. 

Harry let go her trembling body so he could watch her. Taking two steps back he admired her, her body was moving like an erotic dance, one of the straps of her dress was falling of her shoulder, showing him a little bit of the left breast that was covered by the thin fabric of the bra. And then… that was when he saw it: the white stockings. 

“Aren’t you a work of art.. I wish I could paint you right now, make Shiele quiver with jealousy that he didn’t get to capture you” 

She could feel her orgasm approaching, the little flicks of pleasure growing stronger the harder she rolled her hips on the hardwood table. 

“When we get home, I’m going to spread you open, I’m going to kiss and lick every single part of you. I might have to sell my soul just to not come to soon because my body it’s so hot for you. So so hot. Come on, little darling. Come for me” 

And she came.

 Like an avalanche starting from between her legs and making her whole body treble, forming incoherent words and losing its strength. But before she could fall off the desk, his body was back, holding her close and telling her to breath. Taking care of her. 

When she came down completely of her high he took her panties off. She was wide eyes when he smelled and said to himself something among the lines of “delicious”. 

This was only the start of tonight.

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The wind was hitting Lavignia in the face, getting closer to his neck. His Harley was running around the Italian streets. She no longer felt ashamed for the thoughts going round her head in comparison to their first ride together. 

After their little encounter at the office they went downstairs holding hands. Getting funny looks and a thumbs up from Nessa and Cathy and a smile from Lovelace. 

They danced with people, looked at all of the artwork together for the billionth time, Harry introduced her to a designer that was at the opening and a few other people. When they noticed it was close to 2 am and people were leaving. 

They stayed to help to dismount the stage and be sure nothing happened to the pieces but Lovelace told them to go home. 

So now it was 3 am and Lavignia was taking advantages of her position behind Harry to stuck her nose in his hair and take in his smell. Maybe she needed to see a doctor. She was addicted to his perfume. 

When they finally reached his place, Harry gave her his key to open a little gate so he could park the motorcycle. She noticed that he had a very yellow BMW. 

“Not that I don’t like the Harley but how come you never drive this beauty?” 

“The gallery is so close from my place that I don’t see a reason why. But, I’ll take you for a ride anyday. How ‘bout that?”

She nodded her head while still looking at the car but the moment Harry touched her back, indicating to go in through the backdoor, she stopped everything to follow him. 

They were back to the black and white kitchen. Harry took of his white blazer, now only with the white tank top and the trousers. She could finally see his tattoos now. The naked mermaid, the ship. Lavignia was so hypnotized by him that she didn’t move from the door. 

“See something that you like, darling?” He asked putting the pink glasses on the table together with his blazer. Lavignia didn’t answer anything, closing the door, she walked towards him. Taking off her shoes and putting her purse on the table as well. 

“Can I get you anything?” He asked “some wine” she hugged his middle and nodded her head in a negative “or maybe water? Something to eat?” She noticed his smirk, he was living to tease her, but it was a week long teasing “little darling, if you don’t say anything I’m just going to keep asking. Put those pretty red lips up to good use and tell me what you want” 

“You made me a promise early tonight…” 

“Hey, come on… to be shy on me now” he was so close, the heat of his body could be felt in her back, he was closer and closer till… oh, he was already hard? 

“You said you were going to kiss me…” 

“I was going to kiss when…” 

“You…” she could do it, she could say it “when you are finally inside of me” 

“That’s my girl, come up”

He lead her towards the stairs. Lavignia wanted to see every artwork he had around the house but she was too focused on him (and his damn perfume). Soon enough they were in front of a dark wood door. 

His room had light pink walls, tall floor to ceiling windows and in the middle of the room a huge bed with a canopy. He told her to feel comfortable and she went to sit on the bed with her feet barely touching the ground. 

“Don’t you look pristine sitting all straight and proper. You can get more comfortable darling, I swear the bed isn’t going to bite you” 

He was kneeling in front of her, with both arms at each side of her body. 

“Why are you on your knees?” 

“Because I’m going to pray”

“I didn’t know people prayed before having sex” she joked

“Darling you can’t be serious”  she laughed and he was stuck admiring her but then she stopped at looked at the painting he had on the wall 

“Is that the 1910 painting by Luigi Russollo?” 

“Yeah, I like the way he uses his synesthesia to make the most sensual paintings” he kissed her cheekbones and started making his way down her neck, using his hands to fiddle with her dress. But he wasn’t done yet, we wanted to make her blush a little more “so… can I begging my prayer?” 

When she nodded her head he attacked her left breast over the dress, she was lightly moaning and he was getting dizzy. She was the best type of drug, every little thing seemed to me a new feeling for her and he wanted to watch her while she discovered more and more of the pleasures of the flash. 

“It’s too hot” she said is a whisper 

“Can I take of your dress?” Giving him a small yes, she helped him take of her dress, now, only in her bras and white stocking. She looked like a goodness, deserving its place with next with the Aphrodite back in the gallery. 

Harry used his hands to make her lay and opened her legs. He they started to kiss her legs, going up to the inside of her thigh, when she could feel his breath, he went to her other leg and made the same path. 

When he felt like both of her legs were full of loving,  he kissed just above her little point of pleasure, just to see how she would react. She whispered a little “stay” and he couldn’t wait anymore, he has to pray, he couldn’t delay it anymore so he just gave a full lick from her opening to her mound. Playing with her labia but never touching her clit, he wanted her swollen for him. Anxious for his lips, longing for his cock. 

Using the tip of his fingers, he was playing with her opening, but never actually penetrating her. When he thought she was getting loud enough, he started to suck at her clit the same moment his middle finger entered her. Using a come here motion, he found the button inside of her. 

Lavignia felt like she was in heaven, she was being adored by this man’s mouth and hands. She wanted more, she needed more. Trying to move her hips towards his mouth to get an even better feeling. 

Normally, Harry would hold the person down, but Lavignia looked like an angel and she had such a sweet taste. He just couldn’t so he gave her everything he could and let her take anything she wanted from his mouth and fingers. 

It didn’t take long till she was a trembling mess. Her release was sweet like honey and the most enjoyable thing to watch. 

While she was calming down from her high, Harry got up and took of his shirt, he was sweating too much. Then he help her up the bed and started to kiss her eyelids and comp his finger through her hair. 

“Hi” she said 

“Hey” he gave her a peck on the tip of her nose “do you want anything? Maybe water?” 

“No” she used her leg to press the tent that was appearing in his crotch area “I want what you promised me”

“Are you sure? We can do it tomorrow, I don’t mind if you’re tired. You came pretty hard” 

“Please, I want to feel you” 

“Okay” 

He was hers. Anything she wanted, he would give to her. So, her wish was his command. He stood on his knees and opened his pants never taking his eyes off of her. 

Lavignia was feeling her body burn so much. She was close to the point of hyperventilating, the moment she saw his member spread free. 

“No underwear?” 

“It gets in the way” 

When they were both fully naked (with the exception of her white stocking, “this one stays” he told her) and he was on top of her, he took one of her hands and asked if she has done that before. 

“A few times, almost five years ago” 

“I’ll go slow. Please, hold my hand and tell me if it hurts too badly” 

When she nodded, Harry got hold of himself and started to massage her with it, her clit, her labia, trying to get himself wet with her moisture. That’s when he remembered “on that nightstand I have a lube, it’s water based and smells like orange. Would you mind if I used a bit on both of us? It might help to ease myself into you” 

“Sure” she said with har breath starting to pick up again. So Harry for the bottle and warned her it might be a bit cold. 

Using the gel with both of his fingers, he got in easy, making the same come here movements and sliding his finger out with a “pop” sound. 

When he went to pass on his own dick, she stopped him and with a shy voice asked if she could do it for him. And he said yes. 

So she used both of her hands to be able to get his entire shaft and massaged him, up and down, squeezing when she got to the base and using the top of her finger when it was the head, all following his instructions. 

“Stop” he told her “if you continue I’ll come before we even start and I don’t think I can’t handle anymore” 

So, they were back to the same position as before, he on top of her, both of her legs were intertwined with his, his left hand on her right hand and they mouths finally close to each other.

When he started to enter her, she felt a small burn. It wasnt bad, but she isn’t didn’t knew if it was good. He was slowly easing himself and after a while she decided that it was a good type of burn. 

When Harry was all the way in he finally said: “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” 

It was a weird first kiss, but it was perfect. He was inside of her in more ways than he could explain. People say that when you have sex, even if it’s a one night stand, your essence connects with person, and they were connecting in a way that it was rare in any galaxy. 

Then he started to move, painfully slow, they didn’t have anywhere to go, that was no reason to rush. 

“You know, it’s not going to be good for my ego if I come too soon” he told her 

“After a week of reading I was hope for you to blow my mind not to blow your shot too soon” 

“Heeeet, that’s mean” 

He was loving it, he was having sex with the most amazing girl and they were still able to have that banter he loved so much. God, he was going to fall in love with her. He could feel it. 

After that, they let their bodies to the talking. She was moaning and so was he. It was sweet. It was hot. It was everything love and sex is all about. 

When they were done, Harry got them water from the kitchen and a banana. Then she wanted to do it again, so they did it, this time against the bedpost. When they were done, they talked for hours, finally getting to know each other. They feel asleep the sun was already high in the sky and there wasn’t any worry  or shame for her neither any pain for him. They were cured and were ready to begin another journey, this time with one another, another day, another sunlight. 

Day 7: a balcony in Italy https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Paintings-Bedroom-Balcony-In-Italy/1131921/4490457/view

She woke up alone inside the bed, completely naked with the exception of the satin sheets. There was a single sunflower resting on top of the tiny desk next to the bed with a simple paper that read: 

Good morning, bunny 

Get out of the room and take a left. You will find a round wooden stairs that will lead you to the balcony. I’m waiting you for breakfast. 

Getting a purple robe that smelled just like Harry she went upstairs, finding a suspended garden with all types of flowers she could think. There was an old table  that looked from 1930, on top of the same table there was fruits and pancakes. The sunlight was shining from the big balcony, letting the Italian summer fill their lungs and eyes. 

She found Harry sitting  on one of the chairs, wearing a green and white striped shirt with washed blue jeans. She could see he had shaven because there was no scruff but his mustache was still there.  Just from looking at it she feels a chill running down from her back till it reaches her most private parts at the memory of the same mustache passing across all of her body in his always there teasing manner. 

Harry didn’t see Lav at first, but he did listened to her footsteps. Writing something in his journal, not touching his food. Waiting for her. 

“You know... how long are you planning on staring at me? Should I get naked to make it better for you?” He said with a smile on his face, finally looking at her with a shine inside his eyes. One that hasn’t left since they made up yesterday. 

“Sorry I didn’t...”

“Bunny you can stare at me all you want. But I bet you’re hungry, so why don’t you come here and eat with me?”

Lavignia started to walk towards Harry but he stopped her: 

“Naked” that made her pause all of her movements. “Take of your robe love, and come and sit on my lap. Let’s eat together, shall we? I wanna be close to you” Messing with her tangled curls she looked around and at the balcony: what if someone sees me? 

But it only took one look at Harry to know that there is no problem because even if someone sees them: fuck it, right? Isn’t that what she learned from this crazy week?

So she took off her robe, trying to look Harry in the eyes, no matter how much she wanted to look at the ground. Walking towards him, she won a beautiful smile as a present for her courage. 

Now, on his lap, with her back against his front, she relaxed. Maybe was his smell - the fant reminder of the perfume and sex - or the way he kissed the back of her neck and passed his hands through her hair. 

“So what do you want?  We have coffee,orange juice. Bread and eggs. Pancakes and fruits.” 

“Isn’t a bit late to be eating breakfast? It’s almost 3 pm” 

“I mean... we did go to bed almost 8 am. And I see there is nothing bad with having breakfast for lunch” 

With that Harry served her first (she wanted strawberries and pancakes) and then choose a slide of watermelon to start his meal - god knows how much they needed to eat after the night rolling around the bed. 

“How did you have the time to make such a big breakfast?” 

“Oh, I only made the pancakes” he said using his free hand to caress her right thigh “was planning on getting you breakfast in bed, and all of that. You know how smitten I am with you, bunny” he gave her a pitch on the cheek but continued talking: “But Lovelace sent this big breakfast as a thank you for the success that was the opening night yesterday. So I thought: change of plans. Organized everything here and left the note for you. But it didn’t take long because I don’t think I waited more than 20 minutes till you showed up using the robe even if I was very clear that you should come naked” he said giving her a funny look, pretending to be disappointed. 

“Well... I don’t see you being naked” 

“That can be arranged in 30 seconds, if you want” 

She laughed and they continued to eat, the only sounds they could listen was the birds and the faint radio from someone outside, playing a romantic yet cheesy Italian song none of them ever heard. 

Harry was using his free hand to tease her. Pressing his leg upon her mound. She was getting wet, feeling the heat of June so much hotter than actually way,  like she was inside a stove. 

“So, is here that you and your...” Lavignia was curious about his miscellany in bed, but she didn’t want him to feel mad or think she was jealous, she was just curious “guests “yeah, she choose the right word “here to refresh?” 

Harry laughed: “my guests never actually even been here or my bedroom” 

“Oh, so I’m different from all of them?” 

Harry turned her around on his lap,  with both of her legs each side of his waist. He took her head in both hands with a serious look: 

“From the moment I saw you I was captivated. When I noticed how different you were I was so afraid you wouldn’t give me a chance because I have had my fair share of broken heart: from being cheated on to people who just said I can’t imagine the father of my children dressing the way you do all of that hurts, you know? I always give everything of me to the world but I never see the return of something that could be meaningful. And I think you mean something. I know you for only a week but there is a piece of me that wants to get to know you, fuck, even if you didn’t wanted to try and open up for life I would still find a way to be in your life either way. There is something inside those honey colored eyes that made me get so lost inside of them that I started to talk so much nonsense the day we met” he shook his head in a sign of denial “ I know I am a bit out of the usual guy but the first thing you heard from me was about a three way I had just the weekend before, that is no way to met someone you would wanna take out on a date, right” 

“No. I was intimidated. I still am. There is so much I don’t know about the world and I only found out when I walked through that gallery door.” 

“I think we balance each other and I can’t wait to figure it out more of us. If you want” 

“I would like that” 

“So, can I take you out on a date?” 

“Isn’t this a date?” 

“No, I wanna proper wine and dine you. Maybe take you to the movies. Fleetwood Mac is coming to Rome next month, we can have a little weekend getaway together” 

“Okay. You can take me on a date” 

He kissed her with fire in his soul after this. He was so used to being used just for his body or people with the dream of being one of his muses. And now he finally had a chance to start something amazing with this shy girl who is thrust so much in him. 

“Good. Now that is settled, I wanna try something.” 

He raised her up to her feet, opening his pants just enough to free his semi erect cock: “come and sit on me” 

She looked at him with questioning in his eyes: “what about breakfast?” 

“We are going to eat breakfast, come on” and with that she carefully sat on him. Both of them growling. 

He took her plate and gave her a bite of the pancake. Everything seemed surreal for her: he was growing bigger inside of her and she was getting wetter. Every time she tried to move to get a bit of friction he would stop her. So there was only one thing for her to do: accept the food in her mouth and watch when he took bites of his watermelon looking at her. There was just something so erotic about everything. 

“You know” Lavignia said when they were done and Harry rested their plate on the table “you are stuffing me full both ways right now” with that joke they started to laugh together 

“One week ago you wouldn’t say this” Harry noted “I’m proud of you bunny. So proud that I’m going to give you a reward. 

She looked at him, questioning. But he just took his hand and tapped her lips saying: 

“Open up” she opened her mouth “tongue out” 

And he did what she wasn’t expecting but it wasn’t a surprise at all: he sucked her to the inside of his mouth. Using his right hand to pull her hair while the other was getting down her body. 

“Tastes just like strawberries, so fitting for this summer evening” He said before going in for more. 

They started to kiss and his fingers were playing lightly with her clit. Never giving the pleasure necessary but always there... remembering her of the feeling of him inside and outside of her. 

The more they kissed faster he would move his hand in her intimate parts while the other was manhandling her, with a strong grip on her hair, she couldn’t move. She was completely at his mercy. 

When they both couldn’t take it anymore, Harry got hold of her hips, lifting her up and slamming her down his body, sending sparks through both of their bodies. 

In that moment, she was stuck with the feeling of him he was the only thing that mattered. If someone could see them from the balcony: so be it. Even being on top, he was the one making her move. She couldn’t wait till the day she’d have the courage to be the one in charge. 

“I’m not gonna last long” said Harry “sorry” 

“It’s okay...” she said moaning. She was close to coming but from the sounds and the beating of Harry’s heart against her own: he was closer. Following her instinct she started to roll her hips every time he slammed her down, biting his neck and moaning in his ear: just for him. 

It didn’t take long till Harry’s movements got a bit out rhythm so she said: “fill me up, come on. I need to feel you, to see you” 

Harry was a goner. Closing his eyes and opening his mouth. He looked like an angel, if angels could be naughty as him. 

When he opened his eyes, there was this adoration inside the way he looked at her. It was so loving that Lavignia said a little “oh” when he simply got up with her on his lap,used his hand to get whatever was on his way and her threw her on the desk, in the middle of the food, books, flowers. 

He got down on his knees, looked at her through hooded eyes, mouth close to where she needed him the most and said: “second breakfast”

And third. 

And forth. 

The end

Oh, God, this was almost one moth of work and I’m so glad it all turned out just like I wanted, but first, i need to thank someone.

This fic exists thanks to the book “Woman, myth and godness”, it’s a book about the represetation of the woman inside arts, literature. It was how I found out about Sunlight, and fell in love with the concept.

And last but not least: I decided to use an OC because she had such a strong personality I needed to give her a name. If anyone is curious the faceclaim is a south american singer from the 70s called Gal Costa, so yaaay for poc charecter.

Anyway, I hope you guys like it!

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Change is a Wonderful thing

Sequel to Change will Come 

The house looked like something out of a book. It was old but had wonderful bones. From the many windows and wrapped around porch. It truly was an architect’s dream. Tony understood why Steve choose this home to remodel instead of building an original design. Tony was in the house trying to finish up last minutes things. They were supposed to move in two weeks but with so many hang ups it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. “What do you mean you can’t put carpet in for another two weeks? I need the carpet in here yesterday. You either come today or I’m finding another company to do it.” Tony was at his wits ends stressed. He walked over to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. This always calmed him down well expect when Steve wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. “Sir, Steve Rogers-Stark has just arrived.” Jarvis wasn’t wrong he looked out of the kitchen window to find Steve carried Sarah up to the house.

“Honey, I’m home.” Steve yelled through the house wondering where his husband had been. “Dad, where are you?” “In the kitchen.” Steve sat Sarah down and she ran straight to the kitchen. It took Steve these days a little more time then normal. Being eight months pregnant was hard on his body. He was out of breath every step he took. He couldn’t wait until this kid was out of him. Steve finally made his way in to find Tony twirling Sarah around. Steve wished he had his phone on him, this would have been a wonderful picture to have. “Awe aren’t you two so cute together.” Tony ran over to Steve to help him sit down. Tony was so protective more then Steve thought he would have been. Steve felt a little bit inside of him was trying to makeup for not being there when he was pregnant with Sarah. Steve waved him away. He never liked being fussed over. “I’m good. I got it. I might be pregnant, but I’m not broken.”

“I know, but I love you darling.” Tony placed his hands over Steve’s belly and laid his ear to listen to the baby. The baby kicked and then kicked again. Tony just smiled; he was over the moon excited to meet his child. “Awe darling, the baby is kicking. Who loves their daddy?” Sarah ran over and jumped on top of Tony’s back making him fall down. Leading to all of them laughing. “I love you dad.” Sarah giggled as Tony tickled her. “I’m not ungrateful that you are here but why are you here? Steve, dear, you should be at home resting. You could go into labor any day.” Tony placed another kiss to his cheek and place his hand once again on Steve’s belly. He never wanted this to end.

Steve stood up, grabbed Sarah’s hand getting ready to leave. “Sarah wanted to say hi and I was taking her to ballet lessons. It is Wednesday dear.” Tony still had a concern look on his face. “I feel fine. He’s just kicking a lot today. That’s all. Also, Natasha will be here tonight to help out so everything will be fine.” Tony leaned in and placed another kiss. “Auntie Nat is coming. She’s can help me with my ballet.” “Yes, she can.” Steve felt a hint of pain but covered it up. He didn’t want to worry Tony because it most likely was nothing. He hoped it was nothing. He kissed Tony goodbye. They were going to be late if they didn’t leave now.

Steve sat in the bathroom shocked that he was pregnant. What was he going to tell Tony? Maybe when he come home, he could just come out and tell him. No that’s not going to be exciting. Steve had to make it special. He decided he was going to make his special mac and cheese. Drop Sarah off at a babysitter’s and they can have a romantic night. Steve placed both of hands onto his stomach. Excitement washed over him. This was going to be different then the first time.

Steve looked all around the house for a small box he could put the test in, but nothing prevailed, so he settled for a small gift bag. He wanted everything to be perfect. What is that smell he thought? It smelled like something was burning. Oh no, he thought. He ran straight to the kitchen to find smoke filling the kitchen. “Shit, shit. No.” Steve pulled the backing sheet to find the mac and cheese was burnt. Everything was ruined. He sat down on the ground where he felt defeated. Tears spilling down his cheeks.

“Steve, honey, are you okay.” Tony looked around and saw some kind of food that was burnt. The room was still a little smokey. He walked over to the closes window to air the room out. Steve was still on the ground crying. Tony knelt down grabbing both of Steve’s hands. “Steve what’s wrong?” Tony wiped away a tear that was slowly running down his husband’s face. “Everything is ruined Tony. This was supposed to be a wonderful surprise.” “What was, Steve, what was the surprise?” Steve sucked in a breath and handed Tony the bag. The night might have not gone as plan but at least this would be perfect. Tony looked into the bag and was in shock. “Is this true?” It was now Tony’s turn to cry. “Yeah, I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a dad again.” Tony wrapped Steve into his arms never letting go.

He was over the moon excited but scared at the same time. He didn’t know anything about babies. When he came into Sarah’s life, she was already six years old and now she was eight. He didn’t have to go through all of the crazy parts. At least he had Steve with him to through this journey. Tony laid his head on Steve’s abs knowing soon that a whole life will be forming in there. “Hi baby, its your daddy. I’m so excited you will be apart of our family.” Steve chuckled at his adorableness. “Sweetheart, its just a pile of cells right now. It won’t have ears until the second trimester.” Tony didn’t care. He will always going to be there for this kid.

Steve woke up by a sharp pain. He walked into the kitchen hoping the pain would go away. He grabbed a glass and filled it up with water. Then the sharp pain came back. Oh no, he thought. He waddled back into his bedroom to get Tony. Yet again another sharp pain, now going through his back. “Tony, we need to go to the hospital.” Tony stirred but didn’t awake. The one-time Steve wished Tony wasn’t a deep sleeper. “Tony.” He gritted his teeth when another contraction ripped through is body. “Tony, get me to the hospital now or we will be having a baby here. Ahh!!”

Tony spring into action when he heard his husband scream in pain. “Steve, are you in labor?” Steve looked at him with a no duh look. Tony saw the pain run through his husband’s body and he could do nothing to stop it. Then both of their fears came true. Steve’s water broke right there all over the carpet. They were going to have this baby right here in their bedroom. “Oh my god, Steve stay right there. Let me grab some towels.” Steve tried to get him not to leave but Tony was out of there. He ran and grabbed towels and everything else they needed. He tried to rush back quickly but all he heard was Steve’s screams. “Lay down Steve slowly.” Tony helped him lay down, but he could just feel that Steve was in discomfort.

Steve could feel this baby was going to be here any minute. He had to push but he was scared. He trusted Tony with his whole life but the thought of not being in a control environment was scary. “Tony, you are going to have get in front and catch the baby.” Tony shook his head and was ready. Steve felt pressure and another contraction came again. “Steve, your doing great sweetheart. Do you want to stay like this?” Tony knew him so well and saw that this was going to be hard.

Steve moved to all fours and the pain was still there but less extensive. Tony moved around to get a better angle to catch the baby. Tony looked closely and could see the baby was now crowning. “Steve, you need to push okay. I see the head.” Steve pushed the best he could, but he couldn’t do this anymore. It hurt so much. Tony placed his hands on the baby’s head and instructed for Steve to push again. “You’re doing great. Almost there.” Tony moved Steve’s hand so he could feel how close the baby was coming. “Is that.” “Yes, push. His head and one shoulder is out. You can do it.” Steve screamed one more time and their son was welcome to the world.

Their baby was beautiful. He had a tuff of brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. There was no doubt about it that this kid was going to grow up looking like Steve. They were now both in the hospital to get checked out. Both Steve and the baby were healthy. Tony just held the baby. He couldn’t stop looking at his son. Nothing could beat this moment. “So, the little guy couldn’t wait till you got to the hospital.” Natasha stood at the doorway with Sarah standing right next to her. She looked afraid. “Sweetie do you want to meet your baby brother.” She ran over to Steve and jumped up onto the bed waiting for Tony to bring the baby over. Tony placed their son into Steve’s arms so Sarah could see closer.

“Sarah, meet James Edward Rogers-Stark.” Sarah lightly touched the baby’s cheek. “Got to be careful sweetheart. He’s just a baby okay.” Tony smiled at his small family and walked over to Natasha. “Was she good last night. Nothing crazy happened.” Natasha laughed and clapped a hand onto Tony’s back. “Nothing compared to your night. So, you delivered you own child. This was very different last time you know that.” Tony looked backed at his family knowing life was very different eight years ago, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. “Yeah it was but life is so wonderful now. Thank you, Nat, for everything you have done.” Natasha hugged him and left leaving the little family a lone for the first time. “I love you sweetheart.” Steve smiled laying his head onto Tony’s shoulder. “This is it. You know just two.” Tony laughed. “I can’t convince you for one more.” Steve just smiled as he started falling asleep.  

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Baby queen’s first word and steps; Queen x toddler reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here we are with another request. This time this one came from my wattpad and it was fairly recently given to me so I just got it done and it’s too adorable to be kept on just wattpad for a few days before I also posted it onto here. So no warnings on this really except TEETH-ROTTING, UNADULTERATED FLUFF (with maybe a hint of swearing) but other than that enjoy you lovely darlings. 

Edit 7-9-19*

SEQUEL IS OUT. PT. 2 I REPEAT PT.2 IS NOW OUT. Click here for the second part.

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*1974*

Rising star and front man of Queen Freddie Mercury had just woken up to see the sun blazing in through the curtains of his and Mary’s apartment.  He reached over to feel if the love of his life was still in bed only to feel it empty and cold.  He looked up and saw a note lying there along her pillow.  He picked it up and it read out.

Work called in earlier than I expected. So sorry I couldn’t stay to greet you Freddie. Have a good day and record a new hit record, I love you Freddie.

-Mary

He smiled and kissed the note before setting it aside and got up to put on his robe before heading into the next room.  The jointed room next to the main bedroom was decorated in pink with flowers and butterflies scattered everywhere (designed by Freddie himself) and lying right by the window was a white crib and as he looked over, there he saw the angel he had been blessed with.

Unexpectedly and unexplainable, in the midst of the early stages of them dating, Mary had fallen pregnant just as Freddie first started off with his new band. It threw him for a shock at first but he was determined to make this work and give Mary the support she needed, and to ensure that the baby did have their father in his or her life.

Then finally on Jan 13th, 1973 their daughter (y/n) Austin-Mercury was born. And the second Freddie stared down at the beautiful baby girl, he was smitten with her.  As were his bandmates, they all helped and got involved with helping to raise their niece.  Each of them loved (y/n) as if she were their own, but none so much more than the drummer Roger Taylor.  He spoiled that girl to no end whether it was for Christmas or just recently her 1 year old birthday.  In fact Roger even went to the extend to have a mini drum kit set out for her with her own customized drumsticks.

Even at the disagreement with the rest of the band saying that she was too young, Roger was determined to turn his niece into a drummer, at least before Brian or Deacy had the chance to teach her guitar or bass.  With all the love and attention Roger had given her, Freddie and Mary both had agreed to name Roger the godfather of little (y/n).  

Of course when he was told by Freddie one rehearsal, he tried his best to keep his emotions in check but when he was finally alone the drummer actually broke down crying (to which Brian had overheard and got a good couple of months of blackmail out of him).

Now at a year and a half old, little (y/n) woke up to see her dad leaning over her crib. She reached out to him and Freddie couldn’t help but smile and pick her up as he cooed.

“Aww there’s my lovely darling. Oh you’re getting bigger every day aren’t you? Please stay this young forever. I don’t want to deal with the nasty little boys that’ll try to take you away from me just yet. With your mother’s looks it’ll be damn near impossible.”  It was true, she inherited most of her looks from her mum minus the hair, that she inherited from Freddie.  So a tuff of ‘long’ black hair covered her head.

(Y/n) babbled and touched her daddy’s face to which he smiled and brought her close before pecking her cheek multiple times making her laugh.

“Ohh you’re so cute darling.” He then went into the kitchen and set her in the highchair that his mum had given him.  He fed his daughter her breakfast before getting her cleaned up and finally changed into clothes before he got dressed to head to the studio.

The phone rang and he answered it.

“Freddie Mercury darling, oh hi Maria when are you coming over?” He stood there in silence before he said, “What? What do you mean you can’t come over? Oh….I’m so sorry. Yes I—I understand, my regards to you and your family. Take care of yourself darling, bye.”

Maria was a friend of Mary’s who was also a coworker with her at Biba.  Apparently she had called to tell Freddie that she couldn’t make it to watch over (y/n) because her mom had passed away from cancer. He hung up the phone and that’s when he realized he was in a bit of a situation.

He had to be in the studio in the next 25 minutes, Mary was at work and he had no babysitter to look after her.  His sister Kash was still in school right now, he’d never want to ask his dad especially since he was at work all day till dark, and his mum was currently fighting a small cold.  He thought and thought and debated long and hard.  Sure he’s taken her to the studio before for rehearsals and all, however this time the boys were in the middle of recording their 3rd album “Sheer Heart Attack” and all of them needed to focus on the recording since the deadline was coming up.

“Hey darling, my beautiful baby girl. How would you like to see your uncles and godfather hmm?” Now she might have been a year and a half year old but she was a clever girl, at the mention of her godfather and uncles a huge smile came on her face.  Seeing the smile on his daughter’s face, Freddie thought that with no other choice, he’d have to take her with him since there was no one else to watch her.

They arrived at the studio 15 minutes late and when Freddie walked in through the door with a baby bag over his shoulder and carrying (y/n) in his arms.

“About bloody time you show up Fred.”

“Relax Brian, had a bring in a little extra baggage.” At the sight of her, the boys all gathered around and fawned over their #1 fan. “Hope you lads don’t mind that I brought our littlest fan. Maria cancelled and I couldn’t find anyone else to look after her.”

“Oh not at all Fred, in fact things will be a lot more peaceful now that she’s here.” Deacy said as he took her from Freddie’s arms.  Deacy lightly bounced her up and down cooing softly at her.

“Deacy darling you are such a pro. Any kids that you’re not telling us?” Freddie teased.

“Oh no. Veronica and I aren’t ready for that step quite yet.”

“Well hurry it up and give my lovely girl a best friend already. Unless it’s a boy then don’t bother.”

“Whys that?”

“Because if he’s a boy he’ll get a crush on her. And as the years go by that crush develop until by the time they’re teenagers that’ll—”

“Enough Fred. That’ll never happen to my beloved goddaughter, not as long as I’m around!” Roger spoke up as he came up and stood beside Deacy.

At the sight of seeing her godfather before her, she fussed as she reached out for him babbling and making fussy noises.  Roger let out a playful gasp as he reached out for (y/n).  “Mhm lovey, come here you.” He then gently took her into his arms.

She stared up at him in awe before reaching out to him, taking a handful of his hair but not pulling it.  Thankfully unlike most babies (y/n) was well behaved and doesn’t pull hair, she just held his hair in her hands as she kept staring up at Roger.  He gave her kisses all over her face even blowing raspberries into her cheek making her laugh which in turn made Roger smile and chuckle.

“Thank god you brought her here Fred, Rog was nearly about to blow his top because of a disagreement we had with a song, now (y/n) can help see the song my way.” Brian spoke up.

“Brian if anyone is to use my daughter to get what he wants, it’s me.” Freddie spoke up.

“Alright lads, let’s start up the recording.” Roy, their recording manager spoke up.  Unpacking some of her favorite toys to keep her occupied from the bag, Freddie took his daughter from Roger’s arms and set her down on the floor and as soon as she saw her toys, (y/n) went right to them.  Freddie kissed the top of her head, thinking she would be fine for now, in order to let them work.

She was a good girl after all.

“Don’t pout Roger, you’ll get your time back with her once you’ve done your bits. Alright my darlings let’s do this!” Freddie then strutted into the recording booth and got himself into position, followed by Brian and Deacy.  Roger who looked toward his backpack before looking down at his goddaughter playing and softly babbling to herself thought before he’d get caught, he’d give her, her surprise now.

He got a small handbag present out from his pack and knelt down before his goddaughter and said.

“Hey lovey,” she immediately looked up and reached out for him.  Roger chuckled and said, “Guess what, I was in the toy market yesterday and saw something I think you would love. You ready?” She babbled as Roger continued, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He waited for dramatic emphasis before finally pulling out a beautifully hand-made stuffed lion.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened and she babbled as she reached out for it.  Roger smiled knowing that she liked it said.

“Yeah that’s my girl. Do you know what the lion sounds like? Huh what’s it say?” She babbled out and Roger said, “That’s right, Rawr!” He playfully shook the lion along her cheek and neck allowing it’s mane to tickle her which made her laugh as Roger continued to playfully roar at her.

“Roger there’s only room in her life for one spoiling father, and that right belongs to me.” Freddie’s voice soon spoke up from the piano.  Roger looked up and he flipped Freddie off and said as he picked her up,

“Your daddy is just a jealous wanker; you love me more don’t you (n/n)? Huh don’t you?” He began to repeatedly peck kisses along her cheek and lightly tickled her tummy which made her laugh some more all the while locking his eyes with Freddie in a mocking matter.  Freddie grinned at him and said.

“You’re playing a war you won’t win Roger dear.”

“We’ll see about that Fred, we’ll see.” He kissed the top of (y/n)’s head before forcing himself to set her down and gave her her new lion before walking in the booth.

As the day went on, (y/n) was fed her food, got her diaper changed whenever she was wet, and of course had her naps.  She was currently napping against Roger’s chest as he sat on the couch while the other three were with Roy listening to the track to see if it was all good and what edits needed to be made.

“Don’t you think I sound like shit?” Freddie spoke out.

“No it’s good.” Brian spoke out naturally.

“Can we redo it from the second verse?” suggested Freddie.  Roy allowed it and Fred went back into the booth and re-recorded his part for the song.  Roger looked down to see his goddaughter still sleeping against his chest, her thumb in her mouth unconsciously sucking it.

He smiled and lightly kissed the top of her head as he gently rocked her back and forth until a voice broke him out of his trance with his goddaughter.

“Okay Rog, your turn now.” He looked up before looking down to see (y/n) was starting to stir from her nap.  He hated to leave her but it was then Brian came up and said.

“I can take her Roger; don’t worry you’ll get her back soon.”

“Fine.” Carefully he handed (y/n) over to Brian and he held her against his chest. (Y/n) who was now wide awake began to cry as she reached out for him.

“Aww hey, he’ll be back love.” Brian tried to soothe her as (y/n) kept whimpering and crying out as she reached out to Roger.  The drummer couldn’t help but kneel down and kiss her tiny little nose and he said.

“Don’t you worry lovey, I’ll just be right across the window, you’ll still see me.” He kissed her cheek this time before standing up and heading into the recording booth.  Brian kept hold of (y/n) until he had to go up and record his bit alongside Roger.

He set her down with her toys in order to keep her occupied.  Even though she did reach out for her lion, she still looked in the direction of where Roger had disappeared to.

After awhile they came back in but were gathered around the control booth in order to hear what their pieces sounded like and what they could do to improve the editing of whether one part should be louder or softer.  It was then (y/n) in her little brain began thinking about trying something.

Seeing the couch she reached out for it and gripped the side of it with her tiny hand as she pulled herself up.  She wobbled as most babies do when they first stand but eventually she took her first step, then her second and just kept walking and walking.

Deacy was the first to turn around and he gasped as he said.

“Lads look!” And when the rest of the band turned around, they were all in shock and awe at seeing (y/n) taking her first steps.  She slowly wobbled as her steps got a little faster.

“That’s it! That’s it my darling come to daddy!” Freddie said as he knelt down before her and held out his arms so that she could come to him.

But to Freddie’s shock, his own daughter went up to Roger.  He happily took her in his arms and playfully tossed her up in the air making her laugh as he praised on how good she did walking all the way across the room.

“I can’t believe it. My own flesh and blood, goes to you instead of me.” Fred said flabbergasted.

“I told you Fred, she loves me more than you.” He pecked kisses all over her face making her smile as the other two gathered around her praising her as well.

“Well I may have lost the battle but not the war. The first word she will say will have nothing to do with you.” Freddie proclaimed.

“What you’ve been trying to make her say dada?” Roger mocked teasingly.

“No. I predict she’ll say mama first. However Mary thinks she’ll say dada first since that’s what her first word was according to her father. But I swear to you her first word will be mama and yours will be last word she’ll ever learn.”

Later on that day as the boys were finishing up, as Roger and Deacy were with (y/n) taking their ‘playtime break’ as the four boys liked to call it.  Deacy had her in his lap while Roger was making her newly gifted stuffed lion walk around and playfully roaring at her as he would tickle her with its mane.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to your godfather’s insanity as you get older. If not then you’ll always have a home with me, right love?”

“It’s not insanity, it’s me loving her.”

“Raw…” (y/n) spoke up.

“That’s right baby bird, that’s what a lion says.”

“Ra—ra….Rog.”

Both Deacy and Roger looked at each other in shock.

“D-did she just say….” Deacy started but Roger hissed out a shush toward him and he knelt down before her and said.

“What did you just say lovely?”

“Rog. Rog! Rog!” She began to chant out.  Roger held his arms up in victory as he took his goddaughter in his arms and lightly spun her around proclaiming.

“Yes! Yes baby love ohh you did it! You’re first word. My name! Oh I’m so proud of you my little lion cub.” He began kissing all over her face and Deacy spoke up.

“Fred will not be pleased about that.”

“Oh he’s never going to hear the end of it.” He went over to the window to see Brian and Fred discussing their business inside the booth and he knocked on the window to get their attention.  He waved them over and the two other band members came out and Brian said.

“What is it this time Roger?”

“You guys will be happy to know that our lovely baby Queen here just said her first word.” Both Freddie and Brian gasped and Freddie proclaimed.

“And I missed it?! Oh you cheeky darling say it again, say it again for daddy!” He took his daughter back into his arms and she chanted out.

“Rog-Rog!” At that his heart dropped and he glared at Roger.

“You are dead meat Taylor.” He handed Brian his daughter and soon Roger took off running as Fred began to chase him screaming out various profanities while Roger just kept taunting and teasing him that he won.

Both guitar players just stood there shaking their heads and Brian said.

“I can tell this little one will have them both killing each other by the time she’s 2.”

“I think she already knows she can do that now.” Deacy stated.

“One thing I do know is that I don’t think Roger’s ever gonna let Fred hear the end of this.” Deacy nodded in agreement.

And that was the truth.  As (y/n) grew older, anytime she was around Roger was always the first one to greet her, and he would always in conversation whether she was there or not, speak up about how his goddaughter’s first steps and words were all for him.

[5evahbeyou]

It Has Always Been You. (Hiccup x Reader)

Another day for another fanfic, this time, it’s our beloved viking. I hope you guys liked the previous one, honestly though, I had trouble with the Modern AU. I had certain ideas I wanted to put in the story but was all in  mush during the time I made that.  But I’m still on the process of improving my skills. Well, let’s get a move on shall we? 

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Ever since the dragons left, lives of the people in Berk have become rather, boring. I’m not saying there’s not enough activities, but having to be dependent to our own set of skills was a whole new level of boring to do without a companion around you. Astrid has helped quite a lot by training younger vikings in combat. The twins are still doing what they do best, be a pain to everyone. But that’s what makes everyday a little less boring I guess. Snotlout has been rather odd, well, if you count being mature for his personality, then I guess that’s the odd thing that had change. And fishlegs, has been helping out a lot in gathering materials as well as fixing houses along with Hiccup. Now that dragons no longer can help us, I became part of dealing with farming, fishing, and livestock. I guess you can say, I became the head of the agriculture of Berk. 

“You! I told you to seperate the Tuna, Halibut, and the Trout!” I shouted, clearly irritated to the young man who seemed to have forgotten the task I told him dozens of times. “Sorry (y/n)! I’ll get to it right away.” I glared at him before turning around to help out in reeling the other captured goods. “That’s all we’ve caught for now (y/n). Think this will be enough for the upcoming winter?” “Of course bucket, mind you, we’ve been fishing non-stop. We have enough to last till the end of winter. Thank you very much for your work everyone!” I said, and all of them cheered with glee. “Just seperate the Tuna, Halibut, and the Trout, then bring them to the cellar at the great hall. Oh and tell the others to bring some block of ice, It’ll be needed to preserve the fishes.” I said and left in a hurry to check up on the farm. Because of my rather somewhat clumsiness, I bumped into someone with a great impact, causing me topple over. Taking the sudden impact of my bum to the ground, I quickly got up and dusted myself. “I’m very s-- Hiccup!” I said, a little pitchy rather than normal. “Oh, (y/n)! I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking at all, I was--” “It’s okay Hiccup, we both are at fault for not being careful.” I said, smiling at him as I reach out to help him up which he thank me for. 

“So what’s the rush chief?” “I was actually looking for you, there’s a problem with Sven and the sheep.” he said, we both got running to Sven’s place and there, revealed the sheeps scattered all around, not a single one in the sheep pen. “Sven, what happened” Why are the sheep out of the pen?” “ Well (y/n) I believe the twins did this.” “Well, I’m sure the twins will glad to help out if they ever did this.” I said, and at that exact moment, Ruffnut and Tuffnut was sneaking away. “Ruff and Tuff, come here this instant!” I shouted, the two then stopped midway and twirled around to look at me. “Mind explaining?” “Hiccup, my chum! You see, we wanted to uh...” Tuffnut contemplated for a while before giving up. “We wanted to get one sheep so that we could play with it around that’s all.” Ruffnut stated, nudging his brother for approval. The other twin nodded, but it seemed a little off with the excuse.”Whatever reason it is, I hope you guys are done with it. Now, help us get them back to the pen before I throw you off the island myself.” “Yes Mrs. Chief!” I blush at the nickname but shrugged it off before anyone could see. The twins saluted and went off picking up sheeps, one by one. “Thanks a lot (y/n).” “No problem Sven, best be getting them inside the pen before sunset.” “Mind if I help you out?” Hiccup said, looking at me sternly, “Aren’t you busy with the houses?” “Oh, Fishlegs and Snotlout are tending to it now.” I looked at him strangely before nodding. 

It took a while before every sheep was put in the pen. “Perfect timing, the sun has set.” “Thanks again (y/n) and chief.” “No problem Sven! See you tomorrow.” I said, and went off to the Great Hall. Hiccup was beside me, clearly wanting to say something. “(Y/n), can we talk l--” “Hiccup!” I turn around to see Astrid coming right at us, I had the sudden urge to run from what was about to happen. And so I did, “Maybe next time Hiccup.” I said, putting on a fake smile, and left him before Astrid could come near. I entered the Great Hall inhaling deeper before and puff it out quickly.I started to walk towards Eret, holding an empty plate. “Today’s menu is lamb chop and some carrot soup.” He said, putting it on my plate along with the bowl of soup. “Thanks Eret.” I said, as I sat down in front of him. “You okay? You seem worn off.” “Just did a lot of work that’s all. Winter is about to come soon, so tending to everything is a bit hard but not a problem to accomplish.” I said, munching on the lamb chop. “No, I don’t think that’s the problem. And you know what I mean, (y/n).” He said, raising his eyebrow at me. “Am I that easy to read?” I said, letting out a chuckle which he followed through. “No, but I’ve known you for long to see how you lie.” “Fine, I was with Hiccup a while ago, and he wanted to say something but Astrid popped out and called him. I didn’t want to intrude.” I said, picking up the spoon to sip some of the soup. 

He looked at me with does sad eyes of his. “I told you not to look at me like that.” I said, pointing the spoon at him. He just laughed at my antics before taking a bite to his food. “You my friend, are head over heels with him and yet you’ve never told him about it.” “And why should I? It’s not like he has the same feelings towards me.” I told him, looking around if there’s anyone who’s listening. “(Y/n), you are stupid enough not to see it.” “See what exactly?” “You’ll find out soon.” He told me and before I knew it, he got up and left but only to be accompanied by someone who sat beside me. “Mind if I join you?” “Sure, Hiccup.” I said, giving him some space to sit. The air between us was awkward enough, enough to suffocate someone. But I stayed quiet for a while, I could feel him boring a whole at how he’s looking at me. “Is there something wrong?” I asked, looking up to him. “I wanted to talk to you, but you went running away. Why is that?” “Well you see I was really hungry.” I said, giving a timid laugh, a fake one he surely knows. “You’re lying.” He said, I looked up at him, his eyes scanning my face. “Listen Hiccup, I’m really tired. Let’s talk tomorrow okay?” I said, and left the half finished food and went walking out of the Great Hall to my place. 

“(Y/n) wait up!” Hiccup shouted, but I didn’t look back, before  I could even reach my home, I was dragged into the woods. “Hiccup, let me go!” I shouted, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. When we got deeper in the woods, he let my hand go and looked at me. His eyes, damn it his eyes piercing through mine. “Please, (y/n) let me talk to you. Just this once.” He plead, he waited for a reply, but silence means something. “Astrid and I are over. Ever since Toothless left, I began to drift away from her. It wasn’t only me who felt it, but also her. We knew it wasn’t the same before.” “Look Hiccup, I think you’re just--” “No I’m not wrong! I know my own feelings (y/n), damn it!” He shouted, causing me to clam up. “You clearly haven’t seen me look at you. You’ve always been special to me, always has been.” He said, stepping forward little by little, whilst I step back. “The day you came back from your voyage with your father was the day I can never forget. You had this sullen eyes that I’ve never seen before. I knew why you’ve never been the same. And I wanted to be there for you, the way you’ve been there for me when no one believed in me.” I finally bumped into a tree, nowhere else to escape.

 So I looked down at my feet, not wanting to look at him. Because I knew, the moment that I’ll look at him, I’ll jump into his arms. “(Y/n), it has always been you. And I’ve been so blinded by what I wanted rather than what I already had. You’ve been with me for longer than Astrid, and I didn’t even think about it. When you started to leave from voyages after another, I... I thought that I had lost you.” He said, his voice cracking at the making. I looked up and their I saw Hiccup, tears rolling down his cheeks. “It took me months to track you down. And when I saw your boat coming nearer to the dock. I felt relieved, that you were okay.” He got my hand and twirled it his. “When I saw you wounded, I felt terrible, I felt anger to myself, and I felt hatred to my own cowardness. All I wanted was to be with you (y/n).” He cupped my cheek with his other hand, and I’ve waited for so long to this kind of warmth. “I love you (y/n), I’ve always had. And I don’t want to let you go. Not this time.” Without another word from him, he leaned down to kiss me. It wasn’t what I dreamed of, but it was something I can never imagine to happen. I kissed back and it became a heated make-out session. After a few minutes, we parted to take a breather. He puts his forehead against mine, eyes shut close.

 “Will you stay by me, this time?” He asked under his breath. I opened my eyes, he now leaned back, looking at me. Examining every detail of my face. I let out a small laugh before my eyes got watery. “Of course, why shouldn’t I be?” I said, and hugged him tightly. This was what I’ve waited for so long, and I’ve finally have it. I finally have him. He suddenly twirled me around, laughing. His laugh that I so missed. “Thank you, and I promise you. That I’ll never, ever let you go.” He said, before giving me another kiss. “I’ll take that word, Haddock.” I said, smiling at him. “Now, if you would please, let’s leave the woods before anybody could--” I stopped on my track to find Eret, looking all smug. “Have you been there all along?!” “I told you he’d tell you soon.” Eret said, but was now running away as I ran to catch up to him. “I swear Eret, when I catch you I’ll feed you to the shark!” I shouted, red as a tomato I might say. 

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[shoutoismybaby]

Obedient

HI everyone! This wasn't requested but I recently watched Ella Enchanted and got inspired. Basically, the reader's quirk is to do everything they are told. Enjoy!!!

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The days before your 4th birthday was filled with restless anticipation. Your whole family was incredibly excited to see whos quirk you would inherit, Your fathers superspeed or your mother's forcefield. Inheriting a mix of both of them was an option as well, an option that made you dream about being a hero.

A dream that was instantly crushed the moment your mother told you to ’dig in’ to your birthday cake. To which, your body moved on its own; digging your chubby fingers into the cake before stuffing the pieces into your mouth. It wasn't until your mother shouted a worried “Stop!” that your body finally gave you back control. By this time, the whole table of your friends had broken into giggled, while the only thing you had broken into was tears.

That day you learned two extremely important things. One, that quirks weren't the blessings everyone enjoyed pretending they were. And two, that people were cruel and would take advantage of you in any way they could.

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You continued your life up until high school with a limited amount of friends. Those “friends” only being your teachers and parents. Once in high school, however, your popularity skyrocketed as the word about your quirk spread. In the first couple weeks, it began with random kids in your class coming up to test out your quirk. Only to evolve into multiple students in one day demand you complete their work by the end of the first month.

At times you wondered if things would be different if you had attended a different school. You didn't even want to attend UA anyway, but when that stupid advertisement popped up on your TV with All Might excitedly shouting,

“Enter your application to UA today!”

There wasn't much you could do to stop your body from filling out an application and turning it in an hour later. It didn't end up being that big of a shock that you ended up in class 1-C, considering your quirk really wasn't suited for hero work. Though it sure was just amazing at forcing you to stay up till ungodly times to finish the homework that was supposed to belong to everyone else in your class.

Well, there was one person who had never used your quirk against you. It was probably important to take into account that neither of you had actually had a conversation, but it didn't stop you from appreciating that he seemed to be the only one respecting your bodily autonomy.

In all honesty, Hitoshi hadn't really taken the time to acknowledge you. Not that he disliked you, but the boy was mostly accustomed to people avoiding him once they discovered his quirk, so he didn't find it necessary to even try making friends. It wasn't until 3 months into the school year that Shinsou started to notice you. The time that you sat across from him at the lunch table that he usually had to himself.

Peeking up at your pink cheeks from under his indigo tuff, he realized that you weren't attempting to make any contact with him, your incessant staring at your plate made that extremely clear. Still, he was having a hard time figuring out why you had chosen to sit across from him, and why the fact that you weren't trying to talk to him made him feel disappointed. Even with all of the thoughts whirring in his head, Shinsou remained quite, and the two of you ate in silence.

In the days following, your existence became more and more prevalent. His attention was brought to you as you began to exist near him more often as time went by. When the class was allowed to change seats, you chose to sit to his right. During passing time, you could be seen in a 5ft radius of the tall boy, and you even began to sit at the same table as him in the library after school when you both chose to study. This is when Shinsou started to get bothered. What could you possibly want from him? Someone to laugh at? Learn his secrets and spread them like wildfire?

It was a week into you somehow appearing everywhere he went in school that he decided to get to the bottom of everything. You were currently sitting across from him at the library table when he cleared his throat, drawing your attention from your book to him.

“Tell me,” he paused seeing your head whip up, eyes wide. Remembering your quirk, he pauses before rephrasing.

“Why are you hanging around me so much?” He asks. The way your face warmed up only made him continue nervously in an attempt to not scare you off.

“Not that I'm bothered by your presence, everyone else just tries to avoid me.” He looks down and rubs the back of his neck nervously, why did he feel so anxious about this? He shouldn't care if he scared you off, if he did then you weren't worth his time to begin with.

“Um, don't be mad, but that's why I’ve followed you around recently.” The way your gentle voice squeaked out caused his face to flush immediately as he looked at your anxious posture. “Umm, I mean the thing that people leave you alone. I just want people to leave me alone.”  Your voice then trailed off and he scoffed in response. So you were using him.

“Why would you want everyone to leave you alone? You're always surrounded by friends.” He stated mockingly, “You should be glad people don't avoid you like the plague because of your quirk.”

“Y-you know what my quirk is, right?” You stuttered, your face feeling as if your veins were filled with lava.

“You do everything you told to right? Why does that matter?” He rolled his eyes. Why was he being such an asshole? Couldn't he just understand? You weren't avoided because of your quirk, you were being abused because of it. You were exhausted all the time because of it. Couldn't he see how easy it was for people to take advantage of you?! Was he really as self-centered as everyone else? Was he really the jerk everyone made him out to be?

“Yeah, how do you think people react to knowing you'll do anything they tell you to?” You asked angrily, hot tears gathered in your eyes as they faced his. “Those people aren't my friends. They're using me!” At this point, he’s silent. HIs stoic face isnt letting you gauge what's going through his head. If only you could tell how his veins froze over as the pieces fell together in his head. “Until I started following you around I was staying up until 4 AM doing all of their homework, I had to give them my lunch money, the bracelet I got for my birthday last year. They just want me to do things for them, they don't even care about me! So, I thought maybe if I befriended the guy who everyone deemed unapproachable because of his quirk, they'd leave me alone. I wouldn't be so tired and hungry all the time. I’d have a genuine friend.” You released a shaky breath and shoved your books into your bag, trying to blink away the tears running down your face. Why did you ever think everyone else was wrong about him? “You're the only person who never told me to do anything for them. The only person. In our whole class. I thought that maybe, the way everyone thought about you was completely baseless. That you’d understand being treated unfairly because of your quirk. But you're just as self-centered as everyone else.” You stood up from your chair and slung your bag over your shoulder. Of course, he wouldn't understand. He didn't have a quirk that could be used against him.

Guilt washed over him as you started to walk away. How had he not noticed how your tired eyes reflected his own? That you weren't using him selfishly, you were desperate. Maybe if he hadn't closed everyone off so much, he would have noticed what you were going through. Maybe he would’ve noticed your existence as an attempt at initiating a friendship. Yet, because he thought the worst in everyone, he ruined his chance. It only took him a minute to snap out of his thoughts and quickly abandon his schoolwork to rush after you.

Passing through the library doors he looked out into the hallway, seeing you standing only a few feet in front of where he was, you stood with another student from your class. A nervous look covered your face as the student held a stack of papers,

“Do these for me, they're due next week.” They say, a devilish smile spread across their face. Anger boiled inside of Shinsou as your eyes dulled and arms extended and took the work.

“Stop,” Hitoshi demanded, causing your arms to stop, leaving the papers to scatter on the floor. Your eyes become animated once again as you turn to him in shock. The other student, however, hadn't recognized his voice and began to respond before turning to face him.

“Hey, who do you-” their face went from one of annoyance to blank and mindless within a second of opening their mouth. You could recognize what Hitoshi's quirk looked like when being used anywhere.

“Apologize to (l/n), tell her she doesn't have to do your work and never bother her again,” Shinsou says to them. They turn to you immediately and robotically begin to talk,

“I apologize (l/n), don’t do my work,” they say,

“One more thing,” Shinsou adds, drawing your eyes back to his glowing ones. “Tell all of your friends to never bother her again unless they actually want to pursue a friendship with her. Now get out of here.” Your classmate does as they're told, slowly making they're way down the hall. It isnt until their body disappears behind the corner that you open your mouth.

“Shinsou,”

“Look, I’m sorry. I was being an ass to you, and you didn't deserve that. And you're right, I was being self-centered. I thought that you were like everyone else when you were giving me the benefit of doubt. I want to be your friend, and give those assholes what they deserve for treating you so poorly. So, would you forgive me?” He asks, his lanky body bowing in front of you. It causes your face to heat up, but you smile.

“Okay, I forgive you. But you owe me.” You say, crossing your arms.

“Oh?” He asks, standing back up. “What do I owe you?”

“Ice cream, you’ve got to take me out for ice cream.” You say, excitement bubbling in your chest for a reason you couldn't pinpoint. Was it because you were making your first real friend? Or maybe that look Shinsou was giving you? EIther way, his mouth pulled into a smile that reminded you of Todoro before he responded.

“Okay, princess. Let's go get ice cream then.” He turns to head back into the library to grab his belongings and your face turns into an oven.

“Right now?!” You stutter,

“Yeah, why not? I’d rather get this whole owing you thing done and over with,” he says,

The next day you were met with your whole class standing in front of the door when you walked in. Never before had so many people apologized to you at once. It wasnt until your bracelet was gently set back into your hands that you started crying.

“I apologize for everything I’ve done to you. Honest. So please forgive me!” The girl who had taken it from you begged, slipping the bracelet back onto your wrist you smiled through the tears.

“I forgive you!”

“You know you're too forgiving, right?” The deep voice sounded from behind you, a voice you knew was behind all of the chaos. You just nodded before turning to face his tired eyes.

“Yeah, I know. Thank you though, Shinsou.” You wipe at your eyes, you feel his hand on your head ruffle your hair as he snickers.

“No problem princess.” He sighed, walking past you and to his seat. “Go back to your seats.” He says to your classmates, who scurry under his command. You aren't sure if any of them are actually under his control, or just terrified of what he would do if they didn't listen. “ and (L/n),”

“Yeah?” You ask,

“Stop doing everything you’re told to.”

“Shinsou I can't just not-”

“Sit down then.” You don't move when he says this, and a rush of energy flurries in your stomach.

“SHINSOU YOU GENIUS!”

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