#Tyler was being open and honest with Wednesday like she asked him to be

[professorsta]

Personally as someone who also has a hard time deciphering people's "emotional morse code", I really liked that after that Tyler just said his feelings or whatever was on his mind no matter if it was valid or immature or not because he knew Wednesday would prefer to have the confrontation then the passive aggressive bullshit. Ive always appreciated emotional honesty over trying to not cus a strife, and I love that after that talk he never makes Wednesday decipher his thoughts he just says them, a brave and compassionate act people constantly look over but can't even commit themselves half the time out of fear of vulnerability and rejection.

[crazyk-imagine]

Hi can I request Xavier Thorpe x plus!size reader I was thinking the reader lost her twin brother because the Hyde killed him he was going for the reader but the readers brother had super speed and got hurt instead and the reader and Xavier are dating he notices she stays away from him so maybe in her dorm he is waiting for her because he needs to know why she is ignoring him she tells him how she feels and how much she misses her brother xavier tells her he loves her and that to never shut him out again and he will always be there for her (Maybe her brothers name could be Zach idk if you have a name for the reader’s brother please add it)

Goodbyes are Hard, Talking is Harder

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Plus!size!reader

Characters: Xavier Thorpe, Plus!size!reader, Twin brother Zach, Enid Sinclare, Wednesday Addams

Briefly mentioned: Rowen Laslow, Miss Weems, Tyler Galpin aka The Hyde, Enid's siblings

Warnings: Mentions of dead siblings, mentions of murder, self-sabotage, minor cursing

Word Count: 3,101

A/N: I liked the name and kept it. This takes place seven months before Wednesday's arrival up until her first day at the school

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“Should we even be out here?” You ask your brother.

He spins around you (using his super speed like always) and smiles, “yeah, why shouldn’t we? I mean, just because Miss Weems told us not to, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t not be able to do whatever we want, right?”

You stop, watching him with furrowed brows, waiting till he realizes your not beside him.

It takes a moment before he turns around… he’s bloody.

Your jaw drops, you try to scream but your voice is gone. You can’t do anything; you’re standing there frozen.

-

“Zach.” You blink once. Twice. ‘It’s bright.’ You push yourself up off the floor. You don’t remember when you made it down into the nightshade (“secret” society) meet room but apparently, at some point during the night, you did.

Zach’s laughter echoes off the walls.

Your head snaps over to the left of you, where one of the books falls to the ground. You assume you tried to put it back before it got too late and wound up taking a nap.

They always hated when you came in here during the night, using the moonlight to learn more about the nightshade's society.

You huff, pushing yourself off the ground, wincing at the slight pain in your knees.

Maybe you should ask for a roommate, someone to keep an eye on you so you stop waking up here.

You look around, checking to see if you left anything. Thankfully you didn’t.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and turn the flashlight on before exiting the room.

-

It’s later than you expected.

Hopefully no one's up to rat you out. It’s like everyone is Miss Weems's friend, ratting you out when you get to your dorm after curfew.

You shake your head.

So, what if it’s three in the morning, those damn vampires need to shut their mouths before something happens to them.

You open the door, slipping inside, locking the door behind you. You can’t sleep now, even if you wanted to. You flick your lamp light on and go to the chest at the end of Zach’s bed.

Even though the rule is to keep the boys and girls in separate dorms, everyone quickly learned it was better to keep you two together. There were less sleep “walking” moments from Zach and yourself when you two were together.

You shake your head, tears drip down the bridge of your nose and into the chest as you think about him.

Especially since the only reason he requested to be your roommate was because he was concerned about you.

Part of your window creeks as air comes in, flipping your music book.

“Even now, you know how to calm me down.”

He may have been the younger twin, but he took the role of a protective brother seriously. It used to annoy you but… if you’re being honest, you miss it.

‘Maybe that’s why I keep dreaming about him.’

You grab your violin and music book, crawling out the big window, needing to let out some steam.

A deep breath escapes you as you stand there, staring at your music book. You haven’t had the courage to play anything in the last seven months but tonight feels… different, maybe it’s because there’s someone new coming or the fact that you miss Xavier.

You still feel like shit with the way you’ve been acting; honestly you’re still surprised he hasn’t broken up with you with how little you’ve talked to him in the last few months.

He’s so… understanding and you think you’re so… broken.

You put your emotions into your music as you lift your chin to tuck your violin underneath and raise your bow.

You barely look at the sheet, already knowing what to play; his favorite, “Weight Of Living Pt. I” by Bastille.

You close your eyes, letting yourself feel the music.

-

You stare at his back.

He doesn’t notice and he’s still smiling.

You didn’t see it and stepped on a branch.

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The lyrics run through your mind.

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You turn around and see those demonic, wide eyes staring at you.

He calls out for you but you don’t hear him.

The sharp teeth and saliva dripping terrify you.

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Your albatross. Let it go. Let it go.

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You can’t move, no matter how much your brain was screaming at you to run, you didn’t.

Zach knew, he always did. He ran over to you, pushing you out of the way.

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Your albatross.

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He never stopped smiling, even at the end.

You scream, a wave of blue forcing the murderous monster away from you even though the damage was done.

“Keep playing for me.”

Your head drops down to listen to him. “What?”

He coughs, choking on his blood, the droplets of blood mixed oxygen staining your cheeks. “Keep playing. It… calms you.”

You hands shake as you jerk his shoulders, holding his head in your hands, whispering his name before dropping your forehead onto his.

It was hours before anyone found you two.

There was a werewolf protocol made after that night.

You were lucky it was the only non-wolfed out wolf who found you.

Enid stayed by your side as she sent her brothers back to the school to get Miss Weems.

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“Zach.”

Your eyes snap open, you don’t feel your violin bow in your hand and lean against the cement railing, searching for it and find it on the ground.

Your head drops, feeling like you broke your promise to him.

-

Xavier turns his head away from his work and watches as you break down but doesn’t realize it.

He packs up his things and goes to pick it up, saving it to give to you later… if you ever respond to his texts.

-

Rumors of a new girl coming to school fly around wherever you turn which helps distract you even just the tiniest bit even though it hurts because his chair in his classes has barely been unoccupied and now, they- you sigh, grabbing your bag before walking out the door, not wanting to talk to anyone.

Xavier sighs, maybe he should plan something in the nightshade meeting room.

You’re always there nowadays, he’d get the chance to talk to you. Rowan pushes past him, almost like he’s following after you.

The artist furrows his brows, thinking of different ways he could talk to you’ he wants to figure out what’s going on in that brain of yours. He walks towards the wall he’s been working on and pulls out his paint brush.

The clacking of your shoes draws his attention away from it.

You glance over at him, pausing in the walkway before you turn left.

-

Enid leans closer to her roommate Wednesday, “that there is our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe. And that girl there,” she points to you. “Is our resident depressed musician, who just so happens to be dating Xavier.”

Wednesday nods, not caring to know anything about the schools “it” couple. “Do you have a staring problem?”

“I’m sorry, I just- this is the most either one of them has ever interacted with one another since her twin brother died. It was really sad; she didn’t want to leave his side.”

“One of the students here died. How? Of boredom?”

Enid sucks in air through her teeth, “it’s been rumored that he brutally murdered. I mean- I can’t confirm but that’s what everyone has been saying.”

“A student was murdered. How odd.”

The wolf furrows her brows. “Odd?”

“I assumed everyone here would be on alert to protect the “outcasts” as you said and make sure no one dies. Have the people in town been investigated?”

Enid doesn’t feel comfortable talking about this and moves on, telling her new roommate about the other students.

-

You take a deep breath and walk towards him. “Xavier.”

He nearly melted on the spot; it’s been a while since he heard you say his name. “Hi,” he mumbles, still in shock to see you.

“Can we- are you free tonight?”

He pauses, not sure what to think. It’s different to hear that you want to see him when he’s been texting you, asking if he could come over for the last four months, just wanting to be in your presence. “I- uh- yeah. I’m- I’m free. Where do you want to meet?”

You shrug, staring down at your shoes.

“Let’s hangout in the art shed? You know, give us more privacy away from prying eyes.”

You nod and walk away.

He watches you until you enter the hallway you take for your next class. He returns to painting, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

-

He’s been waiting for over two hours in his art shed… you’re not coming. He sighs and closes his sketchbook, stopping to grab the violin bow before heading to your dorm room.

He sneaks in using the second key (that was supposed to go to your roommate, but you never got one [Zach never needed his since he was always with you]) and sits at your desk, waiting for you to return.

He doesn’t care how long it takes; he’s staying until he sees you step foot into this room.

You asking him to talk was a big step for you to take and he doesn’t want to scare you into not talking to him; he needs to make sure you’re okay.

You walk through the door, forgetting you were supposed to be somewhere.

The door closes and you freeze, blinking owlishly at your boyfriend. “Uh.”

“You weren’t at the shed, and I decided to come and find you.”

“Oh.”

“Why didn’t you come meet me at the shed when you asked me to stay there?”

You shrug, not in the mood to talk.

“What’s going on?” He asks, no longer in the mood to try and hide his true emotions.

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t been acting the same since…”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Then why?”

“Why what?”

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

“What do I need to talk about?”

“Don’t do this.” He leans forward, tangling his hands in his hair.

“What are you talking about? Why are you making me sound like I’m the bad guy? I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“No,” his head snaps up. “That just it. You- you haven’t done anything wrong to anyone but yourself.”

You blink, confused by what he’s saying. “You lost me.”

“You’re letting yourself drown in your grief that you don’t even realize what anyone else is doing.”

“Maybe if I didn’t just lose my brother- my twin, quite literally the other half of me then maybe, I’d be fine.”

He shakes his head.

“Say it, Xavier. I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what? That I’m concerned about you because I am, more than I’ve ever been before.”

“No, you came here to break up with me.”

“I’m not- I’m not breaking up with you.”

“Why did you stutter?”

“Because my girlfriend is asking me weird questions, the kind I’ve never thought of and it's scaring me.” He pushes himself out of the noisiest chair ever and steps towards you, standing in front of you.

“I’m here to talk, not break up. I’m not going to let go of the best thing I’ve had in a long time because of something that hurt you. I’m here because I want you to know that you can talk to me, okay. I love you.”

He turns around, rifling through his bag, “I also brought this.” He holds your violin bow in front of you, wanting to return it to you.

“What,” you whisper.

“You dropped this when you were outside.

“No, you- you just said the- you love me? Even after all of my… distance?”

“I think it might be because of it.” He grabs your hands and pulls you closer, “I want you to know that if you want to talk or even if you can’t find the right words. I’ll be right here. I can just- you know, sit at your desk and work on my latest sketch.”

You owlishly blink, your mind taking a minute to fully comprehend his words before throwing yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You practically melt into his embrace when his arms wrap around your torso.

He rocks you from side to side when he feels his shoulder becoming wet and his clothes start clinging to him.

You think back to the last time you hugged him like this… it the was the day Zach died.

Xavier was so worried, he kept going on about this bad feeling he had throughout the night but neither of you thought anything of it.

This was a normal Wednesday thing for the iconic “twins” to do so, no one thought anything of it.

You and Zach always found a way to get Weems’ permission to go into town or “go to town” and actually walk around the woods because being at school can get pretty stuffy.

You’ve had dreams about this, Xavier telling you he has a bad feeling and plans on coming with you and then you turn around and both of them are dead.

He notices the way you tighten your grip on him, holding onto him like he’s a lifesaver you need or else you’ll drown in the dark sea of grief and despair.

The slight hiss he lets out tells you it’s time to ease up on your grip.

He opens his mouth to reassure you and tell you it's okay.

And then you put your forehead on his, not wanting to kiss him after barely beginning to compose yourself.

He doesn’t move, almost afraid that if he does (when you were the one to initiate such intimate contact with him) you’ll pull away.

You want to stay like this but remove your forehead from his and stay close to him, wiping your cheeks tired of the sticky wet aftermath.

You stare at Xavier and don’t realize a tear trickles down your cheek until you feel him wiping away the salty wetness. “Don’t do this again, okay? I don’t want you to pull away and stop talking to me.”

You lift your hand, biting at the skin beside your nail.

“I like when we’re together having conversations and I like it when we’re together especially when I have you watching me sketch you more wall décor.”

He grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Don’t do that.” He glances down at your hands. “Have you been doing this for the past few months?”

You don’t respond as your head drops.

Xavier’s been so proud of the progress you’ve been making and now you feel like you’ve disappointed him. “We’re not going to do this anymore, okay?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut to keep your tears at bay.

“Come here,” he mutters, pulling you into his embrace, not caring if the chair creaks under him as he settles back onto it. “Do you want to see what I was working on while I was waiting for you?”

“Yeah.” You brush your hands against your cheeks, getting rid of your tears not wanting them to stain your cheeks.

He pulls out his sketchbook and goes to the middle of it, showing you the first picture of yourself.

He flips more pages, showing you doing various things, all of them being happy activities or things that make you happy and then you stumble across the one of two people hugging and the outfits look oddly... familiar.

A smile stretches across your lips, knowing that he’s showing you his sketchbook on purpose.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer having missed your touch after not being in contact with you in so long (he can’t help it). He flips what seems to be the last few pages he’s worked on somewhat recently and your breath catches in your throat.

You take a small step closer to the desk, your slightly shaky hand reaches for the page.

“It’s- I’m still working on it.” He scratches the back of his head.

You shake your head, “no, no. It’s good. I like it.”

He smiles, scooting forward on the chair, resting his head against your arm. “I was hoping you would like it,” he says, in a whisper. “I started working on it the day before... everything happened, and I stopped working on it after that. I forgot I had it in here until I heard you playing last night.”

“This is amazing.”

“You always say that.”

You spin around, giving him your full attention. “And, like I tell you, I always mean it but this- this one. I’ve never seen anyone be able to get the two of us looking so- so... innocent. I mean, we were just being ourselves and the funny part is that he was teasing me about you.”

Xavier lips tug upwards, knowing that minor detail. “Really?”

You nod, “yeah- wait. Why do you look like you already knew that?”

“We- uh- we planned on making this your birthday gift from the two of us. I was just sketching this one so I could make it into a painting.”

“I like this one more. It’s more honest and I can tell when you were getting frustrated when things weren’t going the way you wanted them to.” You trace over the marks on the side of the page.

“So, you like to watch me suffer?”

You gasp, furrowing your brows, “no!”

“I’m kidding.”

“You better be.”

-

Xavier flips to a new page wanting to capture your sleeping figure. Honestly, any excuse he can use to draw you, he’ll do it.

He smiles as he glances over at you again, seeing how peaceful you are.

His hand moves along the page, his mind not really focusing on what he’s doing because when he pulls back and really looks at it; he draws your sleeping figure but there’s someone in the... corner.

A strand of hair is moved out of your face.

He realizes he’s drawn your brother moving your hair and glances over in your direction.

You smile in your sleep and snuggle further into your blanket, he placed on you earlier.

-

You wake up earlier to Xavier hunched over in the chair, sleeping with his sketchbook open.

You remove it from under him before he could get anymore smudges on his sleeves.

You carefully close it with a new sense of happiness in your heart at the sight of you and Zach together… one last time.

[asmolbirb]

Of interests and indulging them

we love an unhinged prettyboy! wyler, ambiguous ending, idk whether i’ll upload this to AO3

-xx-

“You just couldn’t stay away, huh?” Tyler asks, familiar boyish grin affixed upon his lips. It’s the one part of him that hasn’t changed, hasn’t been whittled into emaciation by the imprecise knife of imprisonment. His face is thinner, his eyes weighed down by dark bags; his already lanky frame is swallowed up by the garish jumpsuit he wears; if she looked at his wrists, Wednesday guesses she would find angry gouges where Tyler’s been straining against the shackles that bind him.

But his smile persists. Playful curiosity, a trait in which Wednesday had once found kinship, still lingers in his eyes.

Silence stretches between them as Tyler watches Wednesday watching him, neither wanting to be the first to break.

Wednesday’s got more practice winning their battles of will, though, and she prevails again here: eventually Tyler’s smile fades, and his eyes skate away from hers. “If you’re looking for answers, you won’t find any here,” he says. “You’ll just end up disappointed.” Sarcasm creeps into his tone, acrid like the bite of a mousetrap around Wednesday’s fingers. “But I guess you already know everything there is to know about Hydes, don’t you? That’s why I’m in here, and you’re out there, instead of the other way around.”

He gestures viciously toward the glass window that separates them. Its faint blue tint belies the nightshade sandwiched between the panes, the most obvious of the antioutcast measures that reinforce the divider. The nightshade is meant to deter any attempts to shatter the glass and escape via the visitors’ room, but Wednesday has already come up with three different methods for counteracting it. She’s certain she could combat the other antioutcast measures, too, given enough time to discover what they are.

“You don’t know what questions I’m asking,” she finally responds.

“Then why don’t you enlighten me,” he hisses.

“They’re not questions for you.”

He laughs quietly, bitterly. It’s a beautiful sound. “Of course not. Why would they be? You’ve never been interested in me. Not until you found out I was a monster, too.”

Wednesday tips her head imperceptibly at the outburst, the abundance of insight capable of being gleaned from just a few syllables. Monster: a revelation, a peeling back of the gleeful, sadistic nonchalance Tyler affects in an attempt to obscure the self-loathing he feels. Too: for him, this glass window is akin to a mirror, and Wednesday his reflection. Wednesday, a monster, too.

How loathsome. The thought could almost make her smile.

Tyler lunges suddenly toward her, seemingly having grown tired of Wednesday’s silent contemplation. The glass rattles with the impact, then again when he pounds his fist against it. He snarls at her, wide-eyed, face taut with contempt, body trembling as though he’s trying and failing to shift. Throughout all of this pageantry, Wednesday does not flinch.

Instead, she wonders if he, too, has realized he is a Hyde without a master. She wonders if it frightens him not to have another target, not to have someone showing him the acceptable directions in which to unleash his resentment. She wonders if he has even begun to explore the unending depths of monstrosity that now yawn open inside him, or if he is still tiptoeing around their edges, waiting for someone to guide him deeper. 

He's right about one thing. Though Wednesday had always found Tyler interesting, even before she knew the truth, his flavor of interesting had been peripheral at best, secondary to the more pressing interests at hand.

But now he’s of interest.

And Wednesday is interested.

She stands. “I have always been honest with you about my intentions. I’ll grant you the privilege of that honesty once more,” she says. “You don’t frighten me.”

“Then you’re a fool,” he says, voice so richly scornful she could almost bite into it—into him—and feel it burst into bitter flame on her tongue. “And you deserve everything that’s coming to you.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she promises. And with a crisp pivot and Tyler’s gaze burning into her back, she departs.

[alexandrinav0605]

Talking to Strangers

Multi-Chapter 2/? LINK TO AO3

We learn more about Penny’s past and actual home life. Another group meeting and Penny gives Steve a piece of her mind.

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TW: Implications of Rape at the end of the chapter.

English is not my first language, therefore, I'm not from US and I do not know how the foster system works, as well as group therapy

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The walk from the therapy place to the Sullivans’ house was short, shorter than Penny would want. Although they weren’t as bad as Skip and the Preachy couple, those were very low standards to go by. Mr. Sullivan basically ignored her while Mrs. Sullivan just talked to her to hand her the chore list and on her first day to explain the rules. She didn’t like them, but to be honest she liked no one.

The thought sink deep, she misses Ned and MJ. The three of them along with Peter were inseparable before May’s dead, before having to move around the city, jumping from one foster house to another. She didn’t miss a single grown-up. She had stopped trusting adults a long time ago; the only adults she once trusted were either six feet under ground or made something to harm her. Ned and MJ told them, Penny and Peter, to trust their social worker, because she was in charge of them and was the one that would take care of them. Surprise, she care about nothing besides her paycheck.

She tried to clear her head, even if the Sullivans hadn’t made a move to touch her, in anyway, she still tried not mad something to made them angry. Besides what Penny wanted for people to see, she still was scare. Scare of her foster parents, scare of finding Skip or the Preachys, more so that her foster parents turn out to be like Skip or the Preachys. If someone ask her what would be preferable, she will say neither, but she knew that was impossible; another Mr. and Mrs. Preachy would be better. Not only because she was terrified of even thinking about her time with Skip, but also because this time the Peter in the equation will be a Penny. Entering the household, she said a quit good evening before going to her room. There weren’t any other children on the house, so she got a room for herself. She left her things, hiding her brother’s ashes under a tab. A month after Peter’s dead, her social worker has come in and began searching for the ashes, tired of Penny carrying around; she didn’t find nothing because Penny already hide it constantly. Now she was very careful not to let them alone and had them with her at all time. She also wasn’t shy to tell them how they took her brother from her and now they want to take his ashes, the only consolation she has left.

She went down to the kitchen, one of the infinite list of chores was to make breakfast, when needed, lunch and dinner. She try to do everything without annoying anyone, she was already on thin ice, and pissing her foster parents won’t do anything to help her.

Looking up to the living room, where Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan were, she wondered what bad she had done in another life to deserve this. At first, she hadn’t believed in bad luck, or any luck at all, but now, there was no other logical explanation for her awful life, in her opinion, everything had gone downside the moment her family left London, her beloved Great Britain and arrived at the United States. They should have never boarded that plane. She tried to concentrate on the food and not in the What If’s. They would change anything, what is done is done. What would change anything was if she were stupid enough to burn the food.

Next Wednesday was awful. First, her school tormentor, Flash, decided it was good to make fun of her the most today of all day, as if therapy wasn’t enough. His teasing was mostly innocent, mostly about her accent and her dead parents, which was a long time ago, so it was relatively okay, and her accent was something she was used to as she moved to New York at five and her accent has never decrease. Today was different, today Peter was the main source and Perter was still a delicate spot for her. Flash knew Peter, but the details of his death were left for her to be tell and she wasn’t about to do it, not to him. So school was hell, and her day was about to get worst.

When she arrived at the therapy building, she entered immediately, finding the Avengers already seated. She took her own sit between Black Widow and Iron Man. Tyler was nowhere to be find and the tension could be felt in the air.

Obviously, it had to be Captain Righteous who had to speak about the vents of last week.

“Listing, kid.” If this was an apology, this wasn’t a good beginning. “I know it was wrong f me to judge you the other day, but you had to understand that you were really good to the mediator the other day.” Now that was the worst apology she had ever received, note that she had receive a very bad one about putting her with a murderer and a rapist before.

As it turns out, his team members also thought that wasn’t the best apology. “Really, Steve?” And that was Natasha Romanoff.

Tony Stark decided to make the next remark. “Hate it to break it for you, Capsicle, but just because you put the word sorry in a sentence doesn’t mean that will be an apology.”

“Let me get something clear, Captain Righteous.” Penny sometimes wonders why she can’t keep her mouth close. “The other day you made a mistake of judging me without knowing what I had been through, now you know that my last foster parent, Mr. Preachy, abused me and my brother to the point where he kill my brother, throwing him to the wall, after hitting him repeatedly and then continue to hit him even though he was already dead.” Now, Penny didn’t cry, but her voice broke at the end. “If I decided to be rude, as you say, to Tyler that is because he was the person that certificated that asshole to be a foster parent and as you can hear he was a shitty foster parent. He fail to protect me more than once.” Rogers was just looking at her. “You know shit about me, you know nothing about what has happened to me and what made me hate people. I don’t treat social workers bad just because I want to, I treat social workers bad because some of them just want to place kids on fosters homes so they can receive a commission without caring about the child in question. So, you can go and put that apology down your ass because I don’t want it until you learn how to deliver a proper one.” Barton, Rogers, and Banner looked shook, Romanoff looked neutral, while the others just had an amused face at Rogers misfortune. “Let me give you a piece of advice, don’t judge people you don’t know or even better don’t judge people without knowing if they have a past that mad them the type of person they are.” The last part was a full hate scream, she had enough people judging her that knew what happened, the last thing she needs was to people to judge her without even knowing. “I don’t need to ask forgiveness for being the person I have become when the people that made possible for me to turn into this never ask me for it.” She look at Steve Rogers straight in the eyes and the man just shiver under her gaze. That girl was terrifying.

He wanted to say something, but before he could, Tyler came in. Tyler being the idiot he was, didn’t notice the tension that could be feel in the room, and continue to introduce the session topic. Penny didn’t participate in today’s activity; she was tired and simply ignore Tyler when he ask her to participate. He let it go, probably to not make a scene like last week. Although she acted like she didn’t pay attention, she did notice the Avengers looking at her, especially Captain Rogers. She hoped they didn’t try to approach her.

Tony Stark wasn’t someone you could impress easily, but when he saw that little girl that seemed like a breeze could destroy her, shouting at Steve, he really was impressed. With honestly, he thought Steve deserved it, after the incident of last session the others try to convince him to apologies and they thought they had succeeded, but they didn’t. Steve’s apology was crap, and he deserved to be put on his place. He wasn’t just impressed by this girl; he was also curious. Penny obviously had a dark past that she try to put behind. Her dead brother was something, the fact that somehow, she had ended in the foster system was another thing, but in between all those things she said to Rogers, she did say this Tyler guy fail her more than once. One time was obviously him placing her and her brother with those foster parents, but the others? Where the other foster parents that hurt her? He didn’t think she had other siblings that die. It could be anything, abuse, neglection or without having to go very far, the girl deserved loving parents, not some decent one, good ones. He would like to think that, that the guy’s mistake was just placing her with decent parents and not good ones, not that it was okay, but seeing this girls history and how much she flinched when she thought no one was looking, Tony thinks that he would be making a right assumption when saying the worst had happened. You name it, punches, starvation, rape? As he said it could be anything.

Contrary to his nature, he decided not to search the girl´s history. That was what therapy was about, right? Maybe at one moment she would open up and if he made any signal that he already knew whatever had happened, she would trust any of them. He knows Penny would notice; he had met the girl in 2 occasions, and he notice she was as observant as Natasha. Another sign of an abuse child.

Finally, the session had ended. He hated those; he was only there because it was required by the government so they could be a team again. He notice the girl didn’t make a move to participate and she also ignore Tyler when he tried to make her say something, so when they were out and Steve started to walk towards her, he tried to stop him. To no one’s surprise Capsicle didn’t care.

Penny lift her eyes from her phone, when Steve was in front on her, eyeing him suspiciously and taking a few steps back. Tony suppressed a flinch, another sign of an abuse child, rejection of nearness.

He began talking before she could go away. “Penny, I just wanted to say how sorry I am. You are right, I don’t know you or what you’ve been through. I’m sorry I judge you, your actions and attitude. It was something unfair from me.” She looked unfazed. Steve let out and sigh and looked at her with an ashamed expression. “Just wanted you to know that I’m really sorry.”

He began walking towards the Avengers when Penny talked. “Thanks.” She look at Steve at the eyes and then she walked away from them, the acceptance to Steve’s apology clear.

Natasha move to stand next to Steve. “That went well.” Then Sam decided to make an apparition. “Can we just talk how terrifying that girl is? Like, man, can she be intimidating if she wants to.”

Tony was the next in the line of let’s tease Cap. “Spangles, that girl looked like she could be carried by a breeze and yet she managed to shut your mouth. I don’t think any of us ever managed to do that.”

Steve just look around, not amuse, and say under his breath. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” And with that all of them began walking to the car. Tony had the feeling this girl will shake their lives.

Penny woke up to the familiar weight over her, Skip was here. She tried to suppress her whimpers, so he didn’t know she was awake; he made her participate when she notice she was, and she already felt dirty enough as it was. Peter had died 3 moths ago, and it was in days like today that she missed him the most. He would have done something; he wouldn’t paralyzed like she did. If that weren’t true at least she would have a companion.

“C’mon Einstein, I know you’re awake” His voice made her have nausea. She wondered how she was so stupid to trust him.

She began sobbing, begging for him to stop. Aunt May always told her and Peter that if they didn’t like something, they had to tell them to stop; she was doing that, why wasn’t Skip stopping? She wanted Peter, her Aunt, Uncle, and her parents. She wanted to be happy again. She wanted to go back to London where she knew the foster System was better. She wanted to go back in time to when her parents were alive and so was Peter. At least, she begged in her mind, let me have Peter with me.

As Skip continue doing what he was doing, she look at him through the tears in her eyes. No, Skip wouldn’t stop because of Peter, he would probably do the same that he was doing to her. She couldn’t be that selfish, Peter was dead, murder by the hands of a monster. The only lucky thing was that he didn’t met a worst monster. She would get over it, she would rise, and this will be just a bump. She will get over this, she always did.

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Illinois: Grandson of honor-killing, terror-linked ‘Palestinian’ Muslim running for Congress

Rashad “Rush” Darwish’s platform: support for sanctuary cities, amnesty for illegals, and taking guns from law-abiding Americans.

via Ballotpedia:

Rush Darwish (Democratic Party) is running for election to the U.S. House to represent Illinois' 3rd Congressional District. He is on the ballot in the Democratic primary on March 17, 2020.

via Chicago-Sun Times: Chicago-area congressional candidate’s remarks about Jews, Israel spark questions

Rashad “Rush” Darwish, 42, runs a television and photography production business in Pilsen. He said in the interview he adopted the less ethnic-sounding name of Rush in 2001 — before the 9-11 attacks — when he was hired for an on-air TV news job in Tyler, Texas. He later switched careers and returned to the Chicago area.

His parents, now Lemont residents, were born in the West Bank village of Beitin. At age 6, his family moved from Stone Park back to Beitin for two years to live with his maternal grandmother. At that kickoff event this summer, Darwish said, “The very foundation of who I am, the values I learned growing up in Palestine, is embedded in me.”

Darwish is on the executive board of AMVOTE, the American Middle East Voters Alliance PAC, a state-level political action committee.

As he seeks to make history, Darwish’s newfound political muscle is bringing attention to comments he made this summer and years ago.

At a campaign kickoff event in June, Darwish in a speech incorrectly said Lipinski got $15,000 from the American Israel Public Affairs Committee, a pro-Israel influential lobbying group. However, AIPAC is not a political action committee, does not endorse and does not donate to campaigns. AIPAC members and allies, like anyone, can contribute as individuals and use their personal networks to raise money for candidates.

Darwish provided no details to back up his $15,000 assertion when the Sun-Times asked him about it, saying “what I can do at this stage” is “take a closer look. … So if I technically said it wrong, then, I would have to look into that.”

Back in 2015, as a provocative radio talk show host, Darwish excoriated a guest, Ray Hanania — who, among other things, comments on and writes about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. Darwish told Hanania he sounded “like you are praising the Israeli people and the Jewish civilization as if they are great people.”

Darwish told the Sun-Times, “I’ll be honest with you. I may have misspoke if I said the word Jews. That was a mistake on my part. Usually I think I’m pretty good at knowing on the show not to use the word Jews because Jews are not, that’s not the problem.” His problem, he said is with a “pro-Israeli government agenda.”

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A quick look at Darwish’s webpage and he is open about not only his platform in support of illegal aliens but his ongoing personal support to illegal aliens. Excerpts from his platform below:

In my personal time, I have been connecting undocumented families I know with pro-bono immigration attorneys to assist them in gaining legal status...what we need as a country is comprehensive and fair immigration reform to put these families on a path to citizenship...

As your Congressman I would:

Support sanctuary cities and asylum seekers...

Support comprehensive and fair immigration reform to make our immigration system simpler, more accessible, particularly for non-native english speakers

Expand my work personally to create and market a large network of pro-bono immigration attorneys to assist undocumented families in gaining legal status.

Darwish is also anti-Second Amendment and an open gun grabber. Again from his platform site:

Taking assault rifles, high capacity magazine clips, and other weapons of war completely off our streets...

Rush believes Congress should immediately pass a national ban on the importation and sale of all assault rifles and high capacity magazine clips.  These weapons should only be utilized by our Armed forces and at certain times by local law enforcement.

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Darwish focuses on preventing some law-abiding Americans from even purchasing guns, specifically, what he refers to as “white nationalist” and Trump supporters. There is no mention of his co-religionists and their jihad.

But Darwish is not only an open border, sanctuary city supporting, amnesty for illegals, gun grabbing socialist, Darwish is the grandson of one of the first known Muslim honor killers in the United States.

Twitter user @kristintweeted engaged Rashad, aka Rush, about this on her Facebook page. Shortly thereafter he blocked her. Screen shots here.

Darwish’s father is Amir Darwish, President of “The Coalition of Palestinian-American Organizations.”

In this 1991 St. Louis Post Dispatch article on the 1991 honor killing of Tina Issa, Rush Darwish’s father defended his father in law who was convicted in the Islamic honor killing of his own daughter. via Parents guilty in murder of daughter:

A St. Louis Circuit Court jury deliberated less than four hours Friday before finding Zein Isa and his wife, Maria, guilty of first-degree murder in the stabbing of their youngest daughter.

The prosecutor, Assistant Circuit Attorney Dee Joyce-Hayes, said she was pleased but added she had been concerned that jurors might have found Maria Isa guilty of the less serious crime of second-degree murder.

Her lawyer, Charles M. Shaw, had contended that Maria sided with Tina in a growing family rift. The mother tried to protect Tina when Zein Isa plunged a knife into the girl's chest on Nov. 6, 1989, at the family's South Side apartment, Shaw said.

Amir Darwish of Chicago, a son-in-law of Zein Isa, said he was distressed by the convictions.

''I think all the facts were not on the table for the jury in this case, '' he said.

The prosecution's most important evidence was a secretly made tape- recording of the murder. Seven minutes of it was filled with Tina's shrieks as she was being stabbed. Some jurors cried when the tape was played for them on Wednesday.

But they asked to hear the tape Friday for a second time, and sat grim-faced and alone in the locked courtroom, listening to the tape over headphones.

In her final argument to the jury, Joyce-Hayes said, ''I can't think of any other way to describe this incident other than as a blood sacrifice.''

She said the Isas believed the only way to ''cleanse'' the family was through Tina's blood. ''They assassinated her,'' the prosecutor said.

The prosecutor could not bring herself to call the heinous crime what it really was. An honor killing. And she even went so far as to claim it had nothing to do with Islam.

A 1993 Chicago Tribune article, A FAMILY TRAGEDY OR TERRORISTS' SCHEME?, uncovered the terrorist ties in the honor killing.

Again, this is the family of Rush Darwish - now running for a seat in the Unitied States Congress.

"Quiet, little one! Die quickly, my daughter, die!" Zein Isa said in Arabic. He stabbed her six times while his wife, Maria, held her by the hair.

"Mother! Please, help me!" Tina pleaded.

"What help?" Maria Isa replied.

As Tina lay dying, her father put his foot on her mouth to muffle the cries.

Jurors heard it all. An FBI bug picked up the parents' words and the daughter's screams. Zein Isa, the bureau explained, was suspected of working for the Palestine Liberation Organization, which at that time had not publicly disavowed terrorism.

Jurors were told that he, his wife and Tina's older sisters believed she had dishonored the family, going against Muslim tradition by having a boyfriend.

She dishonored the family. Her penalty was to be honor killed. But the FBI suggested she knew too much about her father’s involvement in an Islamic terror group for which he was later indicted.

The organization, a violent and nihilistic 1974 offshoot of the PLO, was labeled by the State Department in 1989 as the world's most dangerous terrorist group. It is responsible for more than 90 terrorist attacks in 20 countries, according to the department's annual assessment of terrorism.

A federal grand jury in April indicted Zein Isa, 61, already on Death Row for his daughter's murder; Saif Nijmeh, 33, of St. Louis; Luie Nijmeh, 29, of Miamisburg, Ohio; and Tawfiq Musa, 43, of Racine, Wis. All are in Missouri prisons awaiting trial.

The four are accused of a variety of acts under federal RICO (Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations) statutes: obtaining illegal weapons, such as a rocket-propelled grenade launcher; procuring and using bogus passports; illegally transferring money overseas; and conspiring to murder Tina Isa.

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But reviews of tape-recorded conversations between Zein Isa and his daughters and their husbands also show that killing her to preserve the family honor was being discussed as early as August 1989.

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While Rashad “Rush” Darwish was not involved in the honor killing of his aunt, he doesn’t stray far from his ‘Palestinian’ roots. He is adamantly anti-Israel, pro BDS, and he has the support of Hamas-linked CAIR.

Darwish has also campaigned with another name-changing ‘Palestinian’ grandson of an Islamic terrorist whom we posted on two days ago: Ammar Campa-Najjar.

When “Rush” still went by the name Rashad, he was a member of the notorious Hamas-funding Bridgeview Mosque.

The mosque hosted al-Qaeda’s spiritual leader and it’s terror ties were so well known that a bank shut the mosque’s account and refused to do business with them. The mosque was also linked to the largest terror-financing conviction in U.S. history.

What other skeletons are in Rush Darwish’s closet? The media won’t investigate.

Do Illinois voters really want to find out the hard way? Was the lesson of Barrack Hussein “Barry Soetero” Obama not enough? 

In less than ten days we’ll find out.

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Update 1: Rashad Darwish lost, and Lost Big

[hockeyismyboyfriend]

Chocolate solves everything

My first attempt at a totally normal, non smutty Reader/Hockey player story!

If you guys like it, I’ll add more to it. Comments are very welcome!

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The wind felt cold against your cheek as you walked down the relatively deserted street. The sun had long yet set, and the street, which was normally bustling with cars and people was now just a dull hum of sporadic traffic.

You pulled your hoodie tighter to your body as you picked up your pace, the corner store was in sight only a short distance away.

You had been seated on your couch, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets when your phone rang, completely flipping your night upside down.

Your best friend in the entire world was engaged.

Of course you were ecstatic for her, but the pit of your stomach sank with loneliness.

You of course agreed to be her maid of honour, and you meant every encouraging word you had said. But...You couldn’t control how your heart felt.

You had been alone forever, and even though you knew 24 was still young, part of you couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with you. Why no one seemed interested.

After hanging up the phone you felt exhausted, you resigned yourself to snap out of it, because your best friend deserved your full love and support.

You refused to let how you felt get in the way of being the perfect best friend and made of honour that she would be in a heartbeat for you.

And that’s how you found yourself at 10 o’clock at night, stepping over crunchy leaves in the dark. You needed snacks, they would fix everything.

The small bell on the door chimed above you as you walked through the threshold into the store. The heat engulfed your body like a warm hug, you felt comforted already.

The fluorescent lights made your eyes hurt as you adjusted to the change of dark to light, you scanned the aisles as you walked further into the building.

The store was practically empty, except for the cashier and a figure in the back corner; perfect, less eyes to judge as you gathered up your snacks.

You knew that it wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism, but it always seemed to work for you. You made your way up an down all the aisles until your arms were loaded with all the necessary food groups; chocolate, salty snack, and candy.

You almost wished you’d had a basket as you attempted to carry all of your purchases to the register, and that was probably what you were concentrating on when your body slammed into what felt like a brick wall.

You heard an umph escape your lips without your permission as your junk food cascaded to the floor in a frenzy of wrappers. Without even looking up at the wall you hit, you knelt down, heart thudding as you scrambled for the packages.

It wasn’t until your fingers brushed against something warm that you realized that the brick was you hit was in fact the only other customer in the store, and the warmth you had felt were large masculine fingers.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” The voice assured you as you finally allowed your eyes to flick up towards the sound.

Your entire body froze at the sight, gaze locked with the most stunning brown eyes you’d ever seen. You drowned in those eyes, frozen in time.

It took you an embarrassingly long time to realize that you hadn’t spoken, or even moved, and if your ragged breath was any indication, you had been holding that too.

Blinking you grabbed the remaining candy off the ground and stood up, a brief moment of dizziness hit you from the rush. The man rose as well, full height towering over your shorter frame.

Now that you had a chance to really look you realized that not only had his eyes been captivating, but his entire being was unfair to every other man you had ever seen before this moment.

Even late at night, disheveled in a faded hoodie, he was beautiful. It took every ounce of strength you had not to just stand and gawk.

“No worries!” You squawked back, voice betraying you, not sounding cool in the slightest as you’d hoped it would.

In his infinite kindness, the man only allowed a small smile to creep onto the corner of his gorgeous lips for a split second before schooling his expression.

When you took a step forward and almost dropped your snacks for a second time, he took pity on you, insisting to help carry them to the register. You’d protested, but admittedly not very convincingly.

You mentally patted yourself on the back for only fumbling once with your debit card as you payed for your hoard. You thanked the cashier as he unenthusiastically passed you your purchases, luckily in a bag this time, and stepped away from the counter.

Smiling at the kind man, and dreading the thought that you may never see him again, you turned towards the door, bracing yourself for the cold you know you’d find beyond it.

The chill once again kissed your cheeks as you stepped out onto the street, door slamming behind you in an uncomfortable finality. Your heart ached once again now that you were alone with your thoughts; though now a new ache formed, worstening the further you stepped away from the store and that man.

You felt ridiculous for the second time that night. This was real life, it wasn’t a romcom or a Nicholas Sparks book.

You don’t just meet a man and fall for him the second you lock eyes.  

You shook your head as you picked up your pace, you scolded your emotions for having a mind of their own tonight.

“Wait!”

Your body froze at the sound, heart thumped in your chest, threatening to burst through. You felt afraid to turn around, fearing you’d only imagined the sound out of sheer desire to hear it.

It wasn’t until the thud of footsteps behind you got louder and closer that you even dared to look.

It was him, despite everything that told you it shouldn’t be. But there he stood, same shy smile and same golden honey eyes.

You felt afraid of what he might say next, because you already knew you’d agree to whatever he asked.

Your eyes looked up expectantly, though you remain silent, throat unwilling to cut you any sort of slack today.

“I...Are you okay?” He asked, genuine concern visible on his handsome face. You opened and closed your mouth, unsure of how honest you should be with him.

“No judgment, but that’s a lot of snacks for 10PM on a Wednesday” He added with a slight chuckle, having sensed your hesitation.

His laughter did something to you, releasing some of the tension your body was desperately trying to hold onto.

“I was hungry?” You responded with a laugh of your own, when he laughed in return, eyes crinkling in the corners, your body melted even further.

“Hungry eh?” He joked back reaching towards your grocery bag and peering in, as though he hadn’t helped carry all of the junk food to the register for you.

“There’s a 24-hour diner down the street. How about I get you something real to eat?”

Your heart that had only just started to relax began doing somersaults at his request.

“I don’t even know your name” You responded, once again in a weak attempt at protesting, you could tell that you were wasting time, your entire soul already wanted to agree.

“It’s Tyler.” He offered easily.

“Okay.”

[blueboxesandtrafficcones]

Queen of Hearts - Chapter 14

Thirty-year-old Rose Tyler’s matchmaking business is doing very well indeed, bringing her clients such as celebrities, athletes, and the now-happily-married son of the mayor.  All of which brings her to her newest client - one whose royal rank is a far cry above her own title as Queen of Hearts.

Ian, King of Gallifrey, calls off his wedding four weeks before the happy day as he realizes he can’t spend another minute of his life with his betrothed.  The catch - he must take a wife before his Coronation, only a month away.  In desperation, his sister and aunt conspire to find him is happy ever after - and it’s going to take a master matchmaker to do it.

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Based on the Hallmark Movie ‘Royal Matchmaker’.  Chapters will be posted every Sunday.

As always, beta’d by the wonderful @stupidsatsuma​!  @doctorroseprompts

Masterlist  |  AO3

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Wednesday, April 24th

Wednesday dawned bright and early, and once again, Ian watched from his desk chair.

In just under twelve hours now, he would be introducing Gallifrey to Reinette, introducing her as their soon-to-be queen.

The very idea made him heartsick, but he was determined to put it behind him – except his mind refused to yield.

It drifted, giving him unwelcome visions of an impossible future with Rose.  A kiss, in front of the Archbishop and the national telly station, presenting to his subjects their new Queen.  Being coronated together, taking nearly the same vows they’d just made to each other and making them, together, to his people.  A newborn cradled in her arms, more gorgeous than ever despite her pain and exhaustion, how he’d never known it was possible to love someone so much, so immediately.  A lifetime of happiness, service to his country that didn’t feel like a sacrifice, not with her at his side, in his heart, in his bed.

There’s me, she’d promised him so earnestly.  She’d had a caveat, ‘until you find the one’, neither of them knowing at the time that she was that one.

Please don’t make me go through with this, he begged the fading stars.  Please don’t show her to me then take her away.

He received no response.

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Rose lay curled up in her bed, crying softly as she buried her face in one of the extra pillows.  The King would announce his engagement that night, and she didn’t know if she had the heart to be there.

Mel called her name from the other room but she ignored her, not wanting her friend to see her in such a state.

You are a professional, Rose lectured herself, blowing her nose into a tissue clutched tightly in her hand.  Act like it!

“Oh, Rose,” Mel’s sympathetic voice came from near the door, only bringing more tears to Rose’s eyes as she sank further into her cocoon.

“I caught something,” Rose sniffled, adding in a cough for effect, not sure Mel would buy it but needing to try for dignity’s sake.

Her friend perched on the side of the bed, clucking sympathetically.  “I know.”  Her kind smile said she knew exactly what Rose had ‘caught’, which only served to make Rose whine and pull the covers over her head.

“He’s in love with Reinette,” she mumbled, voice further muffled by the relative safety of her cocoon.

“No, he’s not.”

“Yes, he is!  And he should be, they had a ninety-five on the index.”  Rose freed her face.  “What do you mean he’s not?”

Mel shrugged.  “I’ve seen him out the window a few times, usually walking alone.  Doesn’t look like he’s on top of the world.”

“Don’t do that.”  Rose shook her head.  “Don’t give me hope.  Oh, God, do you think he knows?!”

“What, that you’re in love with him?”

Rose flinched, the question a truth far more honest than she was ready to handle.  “I don’t know.  I do know that you’re in love with each other.  But… it’s not your fault.”

Rose sat up at that, brow furrowing.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mel gave a sheepish smile.  “I… ran you through the program.  Ninety-eight point five.  And honestly, I think that is just because of your background.”

“What do I do?  What- what am I supposed to do?”

“Tell him?”

Rose let out a scream of frustration, pulling a pillow over her face.  “I can’t do that,” she wailed.  “It has to- it has to come from him.  I can’t.”

“Okay,” her friend said soothingly, tugging the pillow away from Rose’s face, “but… can you live with him marrying her instead?”

Rose had no answer for that one.

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After a tasteless lunch he shared with Reinette, who spent the entire time chattering on about her plans as queen and didn’t seem to notice his lack of interest or response, he went for another walk through the Palace.

He found himself back in the guest wing, rapping on the door of the mystery woman Jackie.

“Yes?” she threw open the door, eyes going wide at the sight of him.  “You’re the King!”

“I am.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, before she suddenly dipped into a curtsey.  “Um, can I help you?” she asked, uncertain, and Ian shook his head.

“No, I… I don’t know why I came here.  Sorry to disturb you,” he turned to go, when she stopped him.

“Now, hang on,” she touched his arm before quickly pulling back.  “Sorry, but… clearly you came here for a reason.  Cuppa tea?”

He let the woman pull him into the room, guide him to the chair next to the sofa and began preparing him tea.

“I hear you’re to be married,” Jackie started, handing him a teacup and settling on the couch.  Today she was dressed in a tracksuit, bright pink, making herself right at home.

“Saturday.  We announce the engagement tonight.”  He stared down into his mug, wishing he had his flask and could add something to it.

“You don’t look too happy about that.”

Not meeting her eye, he admitted, “She’s not the one I want.”

“Why not?  Why don’t you marry the one you do?”

“She’s engaged to someone else.”

Jackie snorted.  “So?  You’re a bleeding king.  Pardon my language, but that’s hard to beat.”

“She doesn’t care about that sort of thing.  She’s not… she’s not like that.”  Ian sighed.  “Besides, if she’s happy, who am I to interfere?  Maybe I’ll learn to love Reinette.  Anyway, I’m sure my family considers her to be much more suitable than… than the woman I want.”

“D’you want to know what I think?”  She didn’t wait for him to respond.  “I think life’s too short for that.  You know, you meet someone, you think you’ve got the rest of your lives to spend together… but you don’t.  I lost my Pete when our daughter was just a baby.  It’s been her and me for thirty years ‘cause I knew I’d never love no one like I did him.  And as for what your family wants… so what?  My daughter, she’s got this old boyfriend who I love to pieces.  He’s family, the three of us are really all we’ve got.  If they got married, it’d make my day, right?  Only she won’t have him, and he went off and found someone else and now they’re getting married.  And Martha’s a lovely young woman, they do seem happy, but… I always imagined Mickey’d be my son-in-law someday.  But I’ve got to let that go, and let my girl find someone else.  She spends too much time setting up other people- oh.  Well, point is, you’ve got to fight for the love you want.”

Ian’s head jerked up, mouth falling open as he studied the woman.  “You’re Rose’s mother.”  It made sense, from the vague familiarity to the strong resemblance.  Plus, the pink tracksuit closely matched the scarf Rose had been looking at when they met at the festival.

Jackie’s eyes went wide, a guilty expression flashing across her face and confirming it even as she tried to stutter, “Oh, no, I don’t think-”

“You are!”  He stood, mind racing as he tried to process what she had said.  “D’you mean- Rose- she’s not getting married?  To Mickey?”

“Really, you seem to be misunderstanding-”

“Please!” Ian shouted, voice lowering to a rough tone as he repeated, “Please.  Is Rose involved with someone?”

Still looking terribly guilty, Jackie slowly shook her head.

“Thank you.”  On impulse, he darted forward and kissed the woman’s head.  If all went well, she’d be his mother-in-law by Monday.  “Oh, thank you.”

And he ran out of the room.

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It took time, but eventually Mel was able to cajole Rose out of bed, into casual clothes, and out onto the couch.  She was still teary-eyed, but she’d been fed and was now no longer crying, though tears occasionally leaked out.

A banging on the door jerked Rose out of her half-asleep state, as she exchanged worried looks with Mel.

“Rose!”  The King’s shout echoed through the thick doors.  “Rose, I need to talk to you!”

“What do you want me to do?” Mel asked, as Rose scrambled up and towards her bedroom.

“I’m not here, or I’m sleeping, I don’t know,” she hissed over her shoulder.  “Make something up!”

Shutting her door almost all the way, she peered out as Mel let the King into their suite.

“Good afternoon, Your Majesty.”

“Yeah, is Rose here?  I need to speak to her at once.”

Mel’s glance darted towards Rose’s bedroom, and she shut the door a little more to keep from being spotted.  “No, Sir.  She… I believe she said she was going for a walk.”

“A walk?  Where?  Please, this is important.”

“I don’t know, Sir.  She mentioned the lake, but also Arcadia… She might have walked into town again.  Can I take a message?”

He nodded sharply.  “Tell her I must speak to her at once.  Before the ball.  It is critically important.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Message given he practically sprinted from the room, and Rose gave him a minute to be sure he was really gone before creeping back out.  “What was that about?”

“He wants to talk to you.”  Mel shrugged, crossing her arms.  “I think you should.”

“No.”  Rose shook her head, sighing softly.  “No.  I… I bought a ticket home.  The train leaves at eight.  I need you to cover for me.”

“Rose-”

“Please,” she spoke over her.  “I don’t want to hear it.  Just… please.”  Returning to her room, she shut the door.

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Ian stopped every servant he saw and ordered them to give Rose the same message, running his fingers through his hair anxiously as he stood in the hallway, uncertain of where to search first.

“Your Majesty?  What is going on?”

He turned to find Reinette behind him, peering out from her suite.  After Monday afternoon’s proposal she’d been checked out of her hotel and moved into the Palace in preparation for the announcement.

“Nothing.”

Her expression was soft, and she let out a little sigh.  “Perhaps we should speak, non?”

Reluctantly Ian followed her into the room, settling on the couch beside her.  “Is something wrong?”

The French beauty tilted her head, watching him carefully.  “You are in love with her.”

“Her who?” he responded automatically, even as he wondered if he was really that obvious.  How can everyone but Rose know I’m in love with her?  And so easily?

“Your Majesty…” Reinette placed her hand over his own, squeezing gently.  “We cannot go through with this.  You are too in love with another woman.  And… and I deserve someone as in love with me as you are with her.  I have faith it will work out.”  And she pulled the ring off her finger, offering it out to him.

Ian’s shoulders slumped, unable to fight for something he didn’t even want.  Especially with what he did want so close to coming true.  “I’m sorry.”

“I know, cher, but we could never truly make each other happy.  I hope we may remain friends, but that, I think, is all we are destined to be.”

“Yeah.”  Taking the ring, he ran his other hand over his face and sighed.  “Thank you.”

“You are welcome.  I will make my arrangements, and leave in the morning.  Bonne chance, et felicitations.”

Ian climbed to his feet, pocketing the ring and giving her a hug.  “And you.”

Returning to the hallway, his spirits brightened at realizing no impediment existed now to keep him from Rose.  For her mother to be in the Palace, Sarah and Donna must have invited her – and they would have no reason to do that if they didn’t know where his heart stood, and support it.

Rose is going to be my queen!  Now, I just have to find her.

[miachanelparker]

What Did You Do?

INVOLVED: Mia Carter and Tyler Carter TIME FRAME: Wednesday, April 1, 2020 LOCATION: Villa; Waikiki, Honolulu, Hawaii SUMMARY: Mia confronts Tyler about what he has done to the waitress during their outing and when the man spills the truth, she rewards him.

Mia rubbed some lotion into her hands as she walked into the room and licked her lips slowly. She eyed her husband in the bed and she walked over to it, dimming the light a bit she joined him. She hoisted the already short nightgown up and she moved to climb on top of him. Mia sat against him and she looked down squinting as she grabbed his hands knowingly, she looked at his knuckles before she said, “what did you do?” curiously, licking her lips.

Tyler laid in the bed, watching TV idly. When Mia walked out of the bathroom, he glanced over at her before returning his eyes to the TV, blinking slowly to adjust to the dimmer lighting. As Mia climbed into his lap and grabbed his hands, she gazed at her. “I punched a wall,” he said easily before he pulled his hands from her grasp and he lifted her slightly to pull his sweats and boxers down.

Mia watched him and when he pulled his hands away, she said “uh, uh” tugging his hands back into her own. “What else Tyler?” she pressed softly as she looked into her eyes. “That girl sent a totally different person to give us the check baby” she said with concerned eyes. “Punching a wall?” she breathed as she looked at his hand again, gently stroking his knuckles with her thumb.

Tyler looked at Mia as she tugged his hand back and he allowed her to. “I spoke to her,” he said now, thrusting his hips up against hers. “She must have been embarrassed,” he said easily as he once again pulled his hands from hers and he gripped her hips before he rolled them over swiftly, pinning her down against the bed. Quickly he grabbed her wrists and forced her arms up over her head as he gazed down at her.

At his words she looked back into his eyes, squinting lightly she could tell when he was lying and when he wasn’t. It was something she’d learned to read from him in the past few months. Mia licked her lips as he rolled them over and pinned her hands down, she blinked slowly and nodded her head accepting what he had to say. “Or scared…” she said looking up into his eyes.

Watching her closely, Tyler said, “maybe she saw me punch the wall.” He leaned over her pressing his hips into hers.

Mia nodded her head again at him, licking hips once more as she looked into his eyes for a moment. “Okay” she said sweetly, believing his words to be true.

Tyler smirked at Mia and he nodded his head before he climbed off of her, laying back down once more, his eyes focusing on the TV.

Mia watched him as he smirked and nodded his head moving to lay down beside her now, and she fixed the night gown. She brought it down a bit over her thick thighs, covering her boy shorts as she shifted. “You scared me a little today...” she said softly. “I just expected you to blow up, you didn’t in front of everyone which” she said softly. “I guess is you working on it?” she said. “Thank you..”

Tyler looked over at Mia as she spoke, and he let out a sigh. “I’m trying,” he admitted gently, feeling a bit bad now for what he had done.

Mia nodded her head “I know, I am commending you” she said softly to him as she caressed his chest. “I am happy” she said with a smile “that you kept it together” she said. “You deserve an award” she said kissing the side of his face “for being a good boy” she said kissing his lips.

Tyler rubbed his hand over his face a bit at her words and he bit his lip hard as she caressed his chest and kissed his face. As she moved in to kiss his lips, he sighed out and said, “babe,” as he moved to sit up some. Now he felt really bad. “I might have scared her just a little,” he said, measuring with his fingers.

“So, there is more to the story?” Mia asked Tyler with a raised brow as she rolled onto her stomach, her chin resting on his chest.

Looking at Mia at her question, Tyler sighed out and nodded. He rubbed his hand over his hair now, avoiding her gaze. He picked up one of her braids and started playing with it in his hand. “I went in there and I snatched her up from whatever table she was at and I drug her to the back of the restaurant,” he told her with a shrug. “There was an empty cleaning supply closet, so I shoved her in there and I yelled at her, I slammed her against the wall, and I punched the wall beside her face then I left her alone… and Aaron found me…” he sighed deeply.

She watched him as he picked up one of her braids and played with it idly, waiting for him to tell her the full truth. She licked her lips slowly as he told the story and she looked at his eyes, watching him as he spoke. She nodded her head “well thank you for telling me the truth” she told him softly. “Small progress” Mia awarded him as she glided her fingers over his abs playfully, hugging his sides. 

 Tyler looked at Mia as she spoke, and he swallowed hard. “You’re not mad at me?” he asked her, a bit shocked. Feeling her fingers move over his abs, the corners of his lips twitched up slightly. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her over his chest.

Mia moved to push herself up on her hands and she shook her head “no babe” she said softly. “She was out of line, and quite honestly if you didn’t whoop her ass I would have” she said matter-of-factly. When he pulled her to his chest, she smirked at him pulling the gown down a bit in the back covering her round ass, as much as she could.

Shocked, Tyler smirked a bit at Mia’s words. “Oh, my little badass,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her lips, his hands moving down to hold her by her fat ass. He gripped her there, squeezing a bit. “I swear it’s getting fatter,” he said softly.

Mia shook her head hiding her smirk “or I’m just getting tired of that” she said to him seriously. “You clearly wear a wedding band and here people look me over like I am nothing” she said easily as he gripped her ass. She looked back at herself and down at him “so you keep telling me” she told him pecking his lips sweetly.

Nodding slowly, Tyler frowned slightly at Mia’s words. He did indeed wear a wedding band on his finger, most times he forgot it was there he had grown so comfortable with it. “People are going to learn,” he said easily. “The easy way or the hard way but they are going to learn,” he said, licking his lips. He rubbed her ass in his hands, and he chuckled. “That’s because it is,” he whispered, kissing her back. “Baby…” he said as he slid his hands down her ass, rubbing her through her shorts. “Let me… put the head in…”

“I’m aware” Mia said to him gently as she pecked his lips again sweetly before she caressed his face, taking in his freckles. At his words she snorted pecking his cheek “I don’t just want the head though” she said shrugging a little as she pecked his lips again, drinking him down a little.

Chuckling softly, Tyler rolled Mia over into her back. He kissed her hungrily, his tongue roaming her mouth. He moaned against her lips, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs slowly. He gripped her hip before he pulled away slowly. He leaned up, pulling the night gown over Mia’s head before he yanked her panties down.

Mia moaned softly into his mouth, she moved her hands to his hips as she closed her eyes, his tongue roaming her mouth and she toyed with it playfully. As he pulled away moving to lean up above her, removing her gown and exposing her large breast to him before pulling her panties down and she lifted her hips up assisting him before she released a soft breath.

Tyler smiled at Mia, gazing down at her body before him. “Damn,” he whispered to himself as he quickly slid his sweats off, along with his boxers. He tossed them to the side before he placed her thigh over his shoulder, and he slid into her with one motion.

Mia looked up at Tyler as he breathed, swearing at the expense of what he saw before him and she licked her lips. As he moved to take his sweatpants off and boxers in one swift move exposing his dick to her and she licked her lips wanting it in her mouth if she were to be honest. Looking at him she moaned softly tilting her head up as she draped her leg over his shoulder and slid into her. “Baby” she moaned softly at the fill of him stretching and filling her.

Moaning softly, Tyler rubbed his hand up and down Mia’s thigh over his shoulder as he stroked her deeply, giving her slow and measured thrusts. Leaning in slightly, he stretched her slightly as he kissed her lips with a hum.

Mia rolled her eyes shut at the feel of his long member stroking in and out of her slowly. She licked her dry lips and he hand moved to his hips holding him there as he dug deep. “Fuck” she breathed as she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

Kissing her lips again, Tyler smirked at Mia’s moan before he leaned back up, holding her thigh against his chest. He thrust against her steadily before he let her leg go and he leaned down, his chest against hers as he slid his hands under her body, gripping her ass as he fucked her deep.

Groaning softly, Mia kissed Tyler back sweetly against his lips after he leaned down to do so. As he moved his hands to her ass, holding her there as he fucked her and moaned again “you feel so good” she said against his lips as she closed her eyes for a moment her arms wrapping around his neck.

Tyler moaned softly as he made love to his wife, swirling his hips a bit as he stroked her just like he knew she liked. As her arms moved to wrap around his neck, he pressed a kiss to her nose with a smile. “I love you,” he whispered before he nuzzled her slightly, his hips thrusting his dick digging deep inside of her.

“Oh shit” Mia panted out softly as he dug her out deeper “I love you to” she whined softly as she gripped his short head of hair. “Don’t stop” she moaned softly in his ear before her nails clawed down his broad back, her thighs wrapping around him instinctively as her hips bucked.

Swirling his hips more, Tyler moaned softly as Mia gripped his hair. “I ain’t stopping,” he whispered into her ear, her nails digging down his back making his dick harder. “Fuck baby,” he whispered as her thighs wrapped around him. He dropped his head, sucking on her neck now.

“Oh” Mia moaned loudly from his hard dick and she bit her lip roughly as she clutched him for dear life. Her pussy was quacking from the feel of his powerful thrust, creaming more and more each time his balls slapped against her round ass. “You’re so deep” she said as he sucked against her neck.

Tyler groaned softly, Mia’s pussy was so wet, and she felt amazing. As she clutched into him, he continued to grip her ass and he began to lift her hips in time with his thrusts. “Fuck,” he whispered against her warm skin. His balls slapped against her ass forcefully as he began to fuck her a bit harder now.

Tyler shifted them a bit, getting a better grip on her and she opened her eyes looking up at the ceiling for a moment, her head cloudy from the pleasure. He picked up his pace and he hand shifted to the back of his thigh folding him there as her other one moved to his lower back. “Fuck” Mia whimpered sweetly into the air “please” she panted softly her eyes closing again, she felt a familiar sensation. One she hadn’t felt since the time they decided to record their sex tape. “Please don’t stop Papi” she begged him sweetly.

Pulling her hips up against his deep thrusts, Tyler moaned once more. Feeling Mia’s hands moving around his body, he groaned out. Hearing her pants, Tyler gave her harder thrusts, forcing her hips down into the mattress. Mia calling him Papi set him off and he moved his hands from under her to press his hands into the mattress as he began fucking her deeper, his thrusts speeding up slightly. “You going to cum for me baby?” he whispered into her ear, feeling his own orgasm swirling in the pit of his balls.

As he picked up his pace she groaned loudly, filling the room around them with her voice. Mia bit her lip and her hands dug into his skin gripping him and she whined softly. “Baby” she said as her back arched. “I’m gonna make a mess” she said, unable to explain the feeling that she had but she knew what it meant.

Tyler moaned out, his hands gripping the mattress hard. At Mia’s words, Tyler groaned, and he wrapped his arms around Mia again. Getting up onto his knees, he lifted her up with him before he climbed off of the bed knowingly. He held her by her ass, as he stood up walking towards the wall. He pressed her against it as he continued to fuck her hard. “It’s okay baby, I’ll clean it up,” he groaned out.

Mia squealed as he wrapped her up, climbing out of the bed with her and she assumed he was moving to the bathroom, but he didn’t. He moved them to the wall, and she closed her eyes at the feel of the new position they were in. She bounced up and down on his dick and her nails dug into his shoulders. Her head rested against the wall as her body began to shiver. “Shit” she whimpered looking down as her body took control of her, squirting as it had done before and she cried in the process, pants leaving her.

Tyler bit his lip hard as Mia’s nails dug into his shoulder and he held her ass tightly, making sure she was steady against the wall. As her body began to shiver, Tyler moaned himself looking down between their bodies as she squirted against him. “Fuck baby,” he moaned out as he continued to stroke her deeply. He bounced her against his dick a bit more as he dropped his head to her shoulder, “shit,” he whimpered himself, his balls jumping slightly.

“Oh Ty” Mia cried as her body continued to cum, his thrust only prolonging it and her toes curled from the sensation. She wondered when her body would stop spewing its essence from her, but it kept going. Trickling from her and she rolled her eyes shut unable to speak at this point of time overcome by the sensation of it all as she gasped lightly in his ear, her mouth parted.

Huffing softly, Tyler stroked Mia deeply, his abs muscles contracting, and he panted himself as he began cumming, each new stroke he provided her spewing his seed deep into her. After a few more strokes, he groaned as he stopped, his head resting on her shoulder as he breathed hard. “Fuck…” he moaned softly.

Mia's body finally gave in to her exhaustion and she licked her lips finally panting full out now as he came with her. “God” she said, her body shivering again from the aftershocks, she finally uncurled her toes and opened her eyes looking at Tyler as he rested his head on her shoulder.

Tyler held Mia close to his body as he gathered his breath once more, slowly but surely, he lifted his head from her shoulder, and he chuckled softly. “You keep squirting like that and we’re going to have to get a plastic mattress cover,” he whispered with a smirk. He kissed her lips before he finally pulled away from the wall and he walked into the bathroom. He sat Mia down on the counter as he pulled himself from her core and he turned to the tub, running the water for a bath.

Mia looked at him, his words making her blush hard hiding her face in his neck. She wrapped her arms around him gently as he hoisted her up and moved them to the bathroom. Licking her lips and she sat them biting her lip “bath..” she said softly. “You sure you’re finished…” she said egging him on.

Tyler heard her words turned from the tub and he looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Oh,” he said, placing his hand to his chest as he turned the water off and he walked over to her, his dick swinging between his legs. “I don’t have to be,” he said as he gazed into her eyes and he placed his hand between her legs, stroking her there. “Suck it a little,” he told her, licking his lips. He could get hard again, no problem, but why not do it this way instead?

Mia licked her lips as Tyler moved towards her, she had planned on sucking his dick anyway, but she would let him think he thought of it himself. “Okay Papi” she whispered in a seductive voice holding his hands between her thighs for a moment before she moved to climb down off the counter. She squatted before him licking up the length of his dick playfully. “Mm” she said basking in the taste of their mess still dripping from him before she took him into her mouth fully and she bobbed her head without even teasing him a little beforehand. Closing her eyes, she slurped her way to his tip releasing him playfully before she opened them and looked back at him. Her hands on his thigh she wiggled him back into her mouth without the use of her hands and she took him down deep bobbing her head once more, twisting slightly as she did so. Every time she sucked it dick it managed to cause her pussy to drip for him, making her wetter and wetter.

Groaning at her calling him Papi again, Tyler stepped back slightly as she moved off the counter and squatted before him. His eyes closed as she licked his dick before he gasped softly as she took his entire dick into her mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned out, stopping his hips from bucking a bit. He closed his eyes, his head falling back as Mia slurped on his dick. He gently placed his hand on the back of her head, his fingers gripping her there gently. “Ugh,” he moaned softly.

Mia continued to bob her head as she continued to hold him by his thighs making sure he didn’t move while she did her work. She closed her eyes slowly and gagged on Tyler slightly, pushing him down too far and she retracted him from the back of her throat and held the base of his dick in her hand. Sucking the head of his dick gently, her teeth grazed his flesh before she pulled him out her mouth and lapped at his head as if it were a lollipop, her tongue rolling and swirling around him.

Tyler’s eyes fluttered behind her closed lids and he huffed softly, his fingers massaging Mia’s scalp. “Fuck Mia,” he whispered as she gripped his strong thighs. Opening his eyes, he dropped his head, looking down at her as she lapped at the head of his dick. “Baby,” he whined softly. She was the best head he ever had, and that was saying a lot. “Don’t make me cum in your mouth,” he chuckled as he pulled his hips back some.

Mia looked at Tyler flicking her tongue against the head of dick playfully as he whined for her, she licked her lips and released him. She closed her eyes and she took him back down his throat, vibrating it gently before she pulled it out. “I wanna taste you” she said slurping at him again before she took his down, she drew back a bit and said “fuck my mouth” around her mouthful.

Tyler gazed down at her, his tongue rolling over his lips slowly, watching her closely as she took him deep again. “Fuck,” he moaned out. Her words caused him to drop his head back once more and he gripped her head in his hands as he began to thrust his hips forward, fucking her warm, wet mouth just as she asked. He slowly looked back down at her and he said, “fuck Mia,” as he forced his dick down her throat.

Mia looked up at him and gagged lightly as her gripped her head in his hands and began to fuck her mouth just as she asked. She closed her eyes again breathing through her nose gently as her hands continued to cling onto his legs. She parted her lips gently the sounds of her spit filled mouth coating his dick as he rolled in and out of it.

Tyler watched her take his dick deep down her throat and he moaned softly. He closed his eyes and he panted softly, his fingers gripping her braids in his hands. “Dammit,” he huffed gently, stroking her cheek now as his balls jumped once more. “Fuck Mia, suck it,” he panted gently softly. “Im’a cum,” he moaned.

Mia groaned softly at the man’s words and she bobbed her head once more, her hand gripping him, and she used it to stroke the base of his dick while her warm mouth worked the rest. “Cum Papi” she commanded sweetly as she spat on his dick gently and took him back into her mouth, trying to work him over just like he liked her to rather he confirmed it or not. He liked coming in her mouth.

Tyler huffed slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He closed his eyes, moaning out as Mia worked him over. Feeling her spit on his dick, he shivered slightly. “Fuck,” he whispered. As she took him back into her mouth, he let out a deep, low whine as he began cumming. “Mia,” he whimpered her name as he spewed into her mouth.

Mia looked at Tyler as he came into her mouth and she drank him down, every bit of his seed down her throat. “Mm” she moaned softly to him as she pulled him out of her mouth, licking her lips and moving to clean him. Her tongue slowly rolled over his long member as she closed her eyes basking in the feel of every vein and groove.

Tyler groaned as his body shivered. Opening his eyes, he looked down at her, watching as she cleaned his dick with her tongue and he licked his lips slowly, still hard. He reached down, gripping her and he pulled her up. Hoisting her back into the counter, he pressed her against the mirror as he slid back into her dripping core. “Fuck,” he whimpered.

Mia licked her lips again as he pulled away from her and hoisted her up onto the counter again. He wasted no time at all filling her up as he pressed her into the mirror, and she closed her eyes “fuck” she breathed; Mia panted her feet on the counter parting her legs widely for him. She pressed her hands into the counter and steadied herself.

Tyler gripped Mia’s hands in his, squeezing them gently as he laced their fingers. His hips worked effortlessly, and he gazed into her eyes as he fucked her hard. “Baby,” he whispered. “Fuck, this pussy so good,” he told her with a bite of his lip. He let go of one of her hands, licking his finger before he began to play with her asshole. His finger massaged her there.

Mia looked at Tyler as he gripped her hands, lacing him and she clutched them gently, a moan leaving her once more. His words made her pussy grow wetter and she rolled her eyes shut as he pulled away from her hands and she arched her back a little. “Fuck that feels good” she said softly to him, she hadn’t mentioned it to him before, but she enjoyed when he played with her asshole discreetly. She licked her lips slowly and moved to strum her clit, gently moaning loudly into the bathroom as she pressed her hand into the mirror, her hips bucking.

Tyler groaned as he stroked her deeply, his finger dipping into her asshole. He wiggled his finger in slowly as he rolled his hips in and out of her, fucking her hard against the counter. “Damn baby,” he whispered as he pushed his finger deeper into her ass, watching as she stroked her clit. He moaned, swirling his hips slightly as he purposefully tapped her spot.

Mia panted softly as Tyler continued to fuck her hard against the countertop and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Fuck” she growled as she dropped her hand from her clit, and she gripped his hip with her nails. “Don’t stop,” she said as he tapped her spot roughly.

Tyler fit his entire finger into her ass, and he moaned out. “Damn baby,” he whispered as he began stroking her ass with his finger. He stroked her with his finger and dick, setting a steady rhythm. He whimpered softly, his dick so sensitive now. His other hand moved to her clit and he stroked her there, all in time with his strokes. “Cum for Papi,” he moaned.

“I’m gonna make a mess again” Mia told Tyler in a pant, her toes curling again, and she tried so very hard to keep her bearings now as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She panted mouth, parted as he overly stimulated her causing her to squirt once more and her body shook against the countertop. “Tyler” she gasped loudly.

Tyler nodded slowly, his eyes closing as he listened to her. “I know,” he groaned as he stroked her clit even as she squirted. He panted softly, his finger working her ass, stretching her a bit as he dick dug deep. He groaned as her body shook and he dropped his head as he came himself, filling her with his seed once more.

Mia groaned loudly as Tyler filled her up and her body rolled gently as she gasped softly. She reached for him pulling his body to hers gently as she held him to her body. “Baby” she whimpered gently as her body buzzed, she couldn’t even feel her legs at this point.

Tyler rolled his hips to a stop as Mia pulled him closer. He rested against her, pulling his finger from her ass as he licked his lips and he nodded with his head against her shoulder as he wrapped her up. He breathed deeply as he whispered. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Mia licked her lips humming softly at his words and she lifted her head looking at him. “I can’t feel my legs” she said quietly to him, held him by his lower back and she pecked his cheek before she kissed his lips deeply.

Chuckling softly, Tyler slid his hands down to Mia’s thighs, stroking them gently. “I’m going to run you a bath,” he whispered as he pulled out of her carefully. He turned to the tub once more, starting the water as he stopped up the drain. 

Mia looked at him and nodded her head at him, she shifted her body and leaned upright. Licking her lips slowly she watched as he prepared her and bath, she tried to stay awake long enough to actually take it.

Tyler let the tub fill and he opened a few cabinets, finding her bath salts and he sprinkled some into the water before he poured a bit of bubble bath. Licking his lips, he turned to Mia and he pulled her from the counter, gently placing her down in the water. He smirked softly as he climbed in behind her, resting his head back against the tub.

Mia watched Tyler with gentle eyes until he hoisted her up and placed her in the tub, she bit her lip basking in the feel. “Mm” she said softly as he joined her, climbing in the tub with her. Mia rested against him and she gently toyed with the bubbles and she looked back at him. “Thank you” she said softly to him, in reference to the bath.

Tyler wrapped her up, smiling softly as he said, “you’re welcome,” sweetly. He pressed a kiss to the side of her face before he rested his head back once more.

Mia held onto his arms gently, as he wrapped her up and she closed her eyes for a moment basking in the feel. She continued to hold him to her opening her eyes again as he rested back against the tub behind her.

Tyler got comfortable, sinking down into the water a bit more. “Relax,” he told her gently, pulling her to his chest as he closed his eyes. He let out a content hum. “You wore me out,” he whispered with a chuckle.

At his command she obliged as she leaned back against him and closed her eyes, she smirked chuckling. Mia licked her lips and said “you wore me out too” she said playfully as she caressed his arms gently as they rested against her midsection.

Tyler smirked and he let out a sigh as she caressed his arms. He relaxed a bit more, letting the water settle them a bit before he finally sat up and quickly reached for a towel to clean her body. He cleaned her from neck to toe, moving around in the tub a bit to do so before he washed his own body. When he was finished, he slowly rose from the tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around himself. He grabbed another towel and walked over to the tub, holding it up for Mia.

Mia allowed him to wash her body thoroughly and she licked her lips, when he climbed out of the tub. She watched him leaning up and holding the tub with her hands. He wrapped himself up with a towel and then moved to offer her one, so she stood. She smiled at him and walked up to the towel wrapping it around herself gently. “Ty, do you think I’m growing a belly?” she asked him with a squint as she licked her lips tucking the towel in place. 

Tyler stood there, rubbing her with the towel a bit as she wrapped it around herself. He smiled before he tilted his head slightly at her question. “Not yet,” he said, licking his lips. “It’s a bit soon for that,” he said, rubbing her sides a bit. 

Nodded her head at him, “I was just curious” she sang out with a smirk as he worked to dry her off. She leaned up and pecked his lips gently, Mia pulled away from him and she moved to walk away happily. 

Tyler nodded back at Mia and he pecked her lips back before she walked away. Finished drying himself off before he moved out of the bathroom and he crawled into the bed, laying out on his stomach in the towel as he fell asleep.  

Mia moved into the room grabbing one of his shirts and tossing it over her head as he moved in behind her laying down. She looked back at him, turning the lights off completely as she climbed in the bed with him resting her head on his back with a smile. She grabbed the covering, pulling it over them both as she pecked his back sweetly before she laid back down against him.

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[Part Two]: Second Hand News

Link to: [Part One]: Think About Me , series masterpost

A/N: Thank you soso much to everyone who read/liked/commented on the first part! I decided I’m going to continue this (even in light of canon events) so also a huge huge thank you to everyone who encouraged me to just do me and post it! I tweaked what I had outlined for it to be closer to canon (so this definitely won’t be a ‘the Alphas are angels and sunshine and rainbows abound’ fic) but at the end of the day, it’s still a fic and an AU at that so it’s gonna deviate from canon kind of a lot. With that being said, I totally understand if you want to be removed from the tag list, so just let me know! (my feelings won’t be hurt!) And, as always  there should be a ‘read more’. If it isn’t working for some reason let me know and I’ll try to fix it!

Series Tag List (feel free to ask to be added!): @choices-opinions @j-ashtons @nathan-starling

Note: *This is an A/U in which MC meets Nathan during her freshman year

Description: After receiving some feedback from Professor Vasquez, Cariedee has an unexpected run-in with a familiar face.

Rating: PG-13 (mentions of underage drinking)

Words: 1,973

James had sent her a text in the middle of class to let her know that Vasquez had been looking for her. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure what he wanted to talk to her about, but her gut feeling -- and knowing Enrique Vasquez -- told her it probably wasn’t good.

Cariedee slipped her phone back into the pocket of her sweatshirt before her professor could catch her trading texts with James and folded her hands back in front of her. The rest of the lecture crept by slowly as she couldn’t help the distraction that came alongside Professor Vasquez being so hellbent on seeing her so soon. Did he hate her piece detailing her weekend that much? Admittedly, she had still been a little hung over from the Alpha Theta Mu party when she wrote the majority of it, but she certainly didn’t think it was her worst work.

But then again, Vasquez was difficult to please. Not only had she noticed it herself in just the short time that she’d known him, but James had also reiterated it. More than once.

The hands on the clock finally ticked over to read 10:50, and the end of their professor telling them to have a good rest of the day was drown out by the sounds of bookbags zipping and unzipping and the little desks connected to the seats in the lecture hall squeaking as students folded them back down.

“Me and Tyler were gonna go grab a coffee,” Zack said from next to her. “Wanna come?”

“We could go over our notes while we’re there in case one of us missed something,” Tyler suggested.

Zack groaned and threw his head back in a playfully dramatic fashion.

“Because there’s nothing we’d want to do more than go over our notes after having just sat through that whole lecture.”

After glancing around and seeing that there were only a select few people from their class left straggling in the lecture hall, Cariedee pulled her messenger bag over her shoulder in preparation to head for Vasquez’s office.

“If you’re gonna be hanging out for a while I’ll meet you guys there in a little bit,” she told them as they began to file out into the aisle. “James sent me a text a few minutes ago. Apparently Vasquez is really insisting on seeing me as soon as possible.”

“Uh-oh,” Zack commented, only to be silenced by a swift elbow to the ribs from Tyler. “Ow! I mean that could be a good thing, Dee! It probably means he really liked what you wrote.”

“Nice save...but I doubt it,” she sighed.

Once they exited the lecture hall and pushed open the heavy doors to the science building to step back outside, the three suitemates parted ways. Zack and Tyler began to follow the cobblestone path that led to the quad while Cariedee veered off towards the grass to take the shortcut she’d memorized to Vasquez’s office. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder towards at the two familiar figures as they began to blend into the crowd. If Vasquez decided her work wasn’t good enough to keep her spot as his assistant, she figured it might be the last she’d see of them for a while.

Without letting the negative thoughts sink in too deeply, she steeled up her posture and held her shoulders high as she made her way into the building reserved for the English department and up the winding stairs to the third floor. An all too familiar lump formed in her throat when she peeked into Vasquez’s office to find that he was in the midst of a deep conversation with James.

Her knuckles rapped so softly on the door that she wasn’t positive it was audible.

“Professor Vasquez?” She asked in a voice so meek she was sure she sounded like a child meeting a stranger for the first time.

Both Professor Vasquez and James looked up from where they had been hunched over an open notebook at the sound of her voice, and James’s warm smile offered her just the smallest bit of comfort. It was enough, however, that she felt comfortable enough to step further into the pristinely kept office.

“Ah, there you are,” Vasquez said shortly.

James closed the notebook on the desk and stuffed it back into his bookbag while Vasquez opened the drawer in his desk with the familiar sound of metal sliding against metal. He dropped a stack of paper fastened with an unmistakable green paperclip onto his desk with a thud and Cariedee bit her lip in anticipation as he flipped quickly thumbed through it after closing the drawer.

“I have to admit, I may have wrongfully judged your adequacy when we met,” he told her casually.

He held the stack of paper out to her, and she couldn’t stop her eyebrows from furrowing when she caught a glimpse of the red markings that covered the margins of the page.

“Um,” she paused before looking back up at him. “Thanks?”

He ignored the unsure response and continued.

“Your account of your weekend was truly eye-opening. I never would have considered the possibility of Alpha Theta Mu of all organizations holding a university-wide beer pong tournament. And the characters were each their own portal into understanding the inner workings of your generation. I was particularly intrigued by the fratority snob with the potential heart of gold.”

While she had to admit, a weight of worry was lifted off of her shoulders with his praise, she also found herself having difficulty containing her disdain. The way he spoke about her writing...as if it was fiction...it bothered her. Maybe more than it should have.

“Professor Vasquez...these aren’t characters. They’re real people,” she reminded him.

“Yes, of course,” he seemed to disregard the comment with a dismissive wave. “Anyhow, I was impressed. I’m looking forward to reading your next assignment on Wednesday. If I could make a suggestion about character building-”

“Wednesday?” She asked in a tone of slight desperation without letting him finish. “Professor...that’s less than-”

“Yes. Two days. That gives you plenty of time.”

“It really-”

“Please, Cariedee. I don’t know what gave you the impression that I have time for a debate on the matter,” he cut her off abruptly. “James and I were in the middle of discussing his play. Leave your assignment here on Wednesday morning.”

Without another word, she left Professor Vasquez’s office without closing the door behind her, and she could feel her shoulders subconsciously slump in defeat as she made her way out of the building. This was easily going to be another two all-nighters, and she found that she wasn’t sure how many more sleepless nights she could handle.

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, she considered. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to be at Hartfeld and this was the universe’s way of telling her that. She shook her head to physically rid herself of the intrusive thought and sent a quick text to Zack to let him know she was on her way to meet them at the coffee shop.

The quad was packed with students switching between classes, so she decided to cut across the lawn in front of the business building to take an easier route. She subconsciously glanced up from where her gaze had been focused on the rustling grass when she heard the heavy front door swing open with a creak, and when she locked eyes with a slightly familiar face, she offered up a smile.

He had been drinking when they met that weekend. She assumed that he probably hardly remembered talking to her that night until he smiled back at her – a warm and genuine smile that she could make out even with the distance between them.

“Cariedee?” he called out to her across the empty space.

The two students subconsciously stepped closer to one another so they no longer had to shout.

“Nathan...hey,” she chuckled almost awkwardly. “I’ve gotta be honest...I wasn’t sure you’d remember me.”

“And why’s that?” He asked, his eyebrows arching with playful curiosity.

“You may not have been as drunk as your friend, but I’m pretty sure that jungle juice I spilled on you wasn’t your first of the night.”

“In all fairness, no one at that party had been drinking as much as Beau. He ended up costing us our championship.”

They shared a smile and Cariedee rolled her eyes playfully.

“How will you ever go on?” She joked.

“Laugh all you want, but Kassidy hasn’t stopped reminding us ever since. Those bragging rights would have been more valuable than you realize.” Nathan paused and glanced down at the Rolex around his wrist to check the time. “Are you between classes?”

“Technically. I’m just coming back from Professor Vasquez’s office. I’m kind of his assistant.”

She grimaced involuntarily when she thought back to her meeting with Vasquez. Even more so when she remembered all the writing she was going to need to finish before Wednesday morning in order to stay on his good side and keep her scholarship.

“Enrique Vasquez? The author?” He asked.  

“Yeah,” she responded without much enthusiasm. “Trust me...it’s not as glamorous as it sounds.”

“Oh...I’m aware. I’ve heard that his last few assistants didn’t last long.”  

“The way things are going, his current assistant might not last long either,” she responded, the tone of disdain evident in her voice. “The only reason I’m sticking it out is for the scholarship. At this point, I’m wondering if it might be better to just cut my losses and go back home to a college I can actually afford.”

Nathan’s seemingly ever-present smile faded, and when she could read the expression of sympathy in his eyes she found herself wishing that she had just kept her mouth shut. She had needed to vent, but she definitely wasn’t looking for pity.

“Well unfortunately if you leave Hartfeld you and I won’t be running into each other like this much longer.” His smile returned with the lighthearted comment. “Keep that in mind when you put together your list of pros and cons.”

She chuckled weakly, and she could feel a blush creep up her neck and into her cheeks.

“I’ll remember that,” she told him. She took a second to regain her composure before blurting out her next question. “Are you busy? I’m on my way to meet my roommates for coffee. You can...come if you want.”

“As much as I’d like to, I’m actually already late to my next class.” Before she had a chance to respond – either by way of an apology for keeping him there talking to her when he needed to be in class or even just a simple goodbye – he spoke again. “But...at the risk of seeming too forward...would you happen to be free on Thursday night? A couple of my friends and I were planning on going out in Northbridge if you’re interested in joining us.”

“Are you sure I wouldn’t be impeding on some sort of top secret Alpha Theta Mu outing?” She asked with a teasing smile.

“No. Definitely not,” Nathan’s laugh was warm when he responded. “It would really just be four of us. Beau and Kassidy heard about this bar that doubles as an art gallery and wanted to check it out.” He paused and flashed another warm smile. “I can even double down and say that not only are you invited, but I would really like it if you came with us.”

Her cheeks burned ever so slightly again, and she let out a chuckle that was somewhere between awkward and embarrassed. She had to wonder what it was about him that had her so flustered.

“That sounds fun,” she responded. “I’m looking forward to it.”

[khaelisfics]

Classroom War - Chapter 6

Paring: John Smith x Rose Tyler Chapter: 6/? Rating: T Word count: 2100 Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, University AU

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Tagging @doctorroseprompts for the sixth chapter of this University AU! :)

He stared at the small vial sitting on his desk and he let his hands hover over his keyboard. All it would take was one finger pressing down on one key. Maybe it was too soon. It had just been a week since they’d made peace. Well, peace. She had threatened to kill him only once in seven days, so that was an improvement. A formidable improvement, even. Improvement enough to call their current relationship peaceful. To be fair, it wasn’t his fault chemicals had exploded in the room in which he was supposed to give a class. Not anymore than being delocalized to one of her rooms was.

Of course, there had been a mix-up and she had been furious to find her room occupied, with nowhere else to go to talk about her rubbish Latin - or whatever her lesson was about. Not his fault. But she still had thrown a tantrum - he loved her tantrums - and sworn she would get his head. Maybe she wouldn’t have, if he hadn’t thrown a board pen at her face and told her to sod off. Still, not his fault. Not really.

He read the email he had written again, looked at the vial again. Maybe she had already forgotten about the incident. And if she hadn’t, well, that could be a good apology gift. He had planned for this vial to mean something else, but desperate times call for desperate measures, he supposed. He wasn’t desperate, per se, but but he couldn’t deny he would love to spend more quality time with her, no board pens and death threats involved.

He looked at his vial one last time and hit the key. Come what may.

Would you like to eat me at the canteen in half an hour? I have something nice to give you and I’m quite sure you’ll like it. Dr Smith

She grinned at the message that popped open on her screen and stifled a snort.  After what had happened two days before, she was sure he must have spent at least an hour writing this and an hour more pondering whether he should send it at all. She knew him so well, it almost scared her. But she also knew herself, and she knew there was no way she could let that opportunity to tease him fly by. How he had missed the mistake after reading the sentence a hundred times, she didn’t know. But he had missed it.

That’s a bold offer from someone who owes me an apology. But okay, we can try to hide behind your plant, second row on the left. Hope you won’t be as loud as you were on Wednesday, though. See you there. Dr Tyler

He blinked as he read her answer. Definitely not what he had expected. He had ranked no answer in his list of possibilities first. Sod off, second. No, third. A sexually connoted joke about a single missing word, now, that had come last. Hadn’t come at all, if he was honest with himself.

He tried to rub his blush from his cheeks and tried to think of an answer. He could shrug it off as a ridiculous mistake, or he could taunt her about her lack of inventiveness. Or he could keep the joke going - give her something she wouldn’t expect either. He knew it wasn’t a good idea, because he was enjoying it too much, and not in the proper way. He had this image of Doctor Tyler floating around his thoughts, and he knew indulging in dirty jokes of the kind wouldn’t do wonders to his infatuation. Still, maybe that was an open door he could walk through.

Maybe she was trying to seduce him. After all, she did seem to fixate a lot on his attributes. He could only hope she wasn’t interested in said attributes alone and that he had something to do with it - if she was interested at all, that might just have been hazardous interpretation on his side.

He grinned at his screen and typed an answer. If she was trying to seduce him with her jokes, no reason why he couldn’t do the same. If it was just a silly game she liked, it could not hurt much more than feelings he wasn’t sure he even felt. If it meant more to her, well, playing along could make her understand he was interested, too.

If I get too loud, science room B47 is soundproof. And I’m the only one to have the keys. Dr Smith

This time, she couldn’t help the laugh that rose in her throat. She couldn’t help the blush that rose on her cheeks either. She realized she didn’t know him as well as she had first believed. He could be bold. Bold and funny. She knew she liked him - when he wasn’t making her life a living Hell - but this… This was a side of him she had never really seen before. She liked it. Really liked it. She wondered if he had meant something more than a simple taunt, sending this message. It was unusual, coming from him. The ever serious Doctor she had rarely seen laugh or smile - probably because when they met it was to jump at each other’s throats and scream, most of the times. She had always thought he was much too different from her to consider hanging out with him, but maybe she had been wrong. Maybe she could actually enjoy his company.

She typed her answer, sent it, and turned off her computer.

Good to know. Maybe the science department does have a few perks. See you. Dr Tyler

He smirked at the message, turned off his computer and snatched his lunch box in his bag before he hurried to the canteen. He didn’t know if he could consider this impromptu meeting a date, but it sure felt like it to him. Share a lunch with his favorite Doctor. He even had a gift. Oh, he couldn’t wait to see her face when he’d tell her what is was. The face she’d make would be his answer. He hoped. Hoped she would smile and thank him and maybe take his hand and kiss his cheek. He could only hope.

He spotted her immediately behind the large plant, on the small table meant for two, and he realized she had really known about this table all along. He was horrified that she had probably seen him spy on her on several occasions, but he simply couldn’t point it out, lest he’d spontaneously combust. Better to play it casual. Casual was good.

“Nice spot, isn’t it?” he beamed at her as he dropped his lunch box on the table and plopped down on the plastic chair.

“Doctor Smith,” she greeted around a chip she was nibbling. “Nice spot indeed, I wondered what was so good about it you spent half a lifetime behind that plant. D’you mind if I finish my chicken before I eat you?”

His fork bounced on the tiled floor, and he was quite sure his face reappeared from under the table redder than it had ever been. If she dared make such comments face to face, not hidden behind a computer screen, he doubted his composure would survive. He doubted he would survive.

“I, huh, I mean, please, do,” he stuttered, flipping the lead of his box open with shaky hands. “That’s not the reason why I asked you…”

“Out?” she grinned at his blush and the way he stabbed a tomato. “Well, I say out… I just had to cross two corridors. Inside.”

“I asked you for lunch,” he hurried to correct, stuffing a salad leaf into his mouth. “That’s not the kind of place I would take a woman on a date, Doctor Tyler.”

“Oh, and where would you take her, then?”

“Dunno. B47?”

He instantly regretted the squeak - because it most definitely didn’t sound like a letter and two numbers - that fell from his lips and looked down at the content of his box, suddenly fascinated by the shape of a piece of cheese.

“Of course, where was my head,” she laughed, gently kicking his shin under the table. “So, you mentioned a gift?”

“Hm, quite right.” he nodded, glad she was the one to take the conversation to safer territories - if there ever was a safe territory with that woman at all.

He reached into his pocket and took out his precious vial, carefully putting it down next to her plate. She picked it up, examined the brownish liquid with a suspicious eye.

“Go on, open it,” he urged between bites.

“Is that another one of your horrible jokes?” she couldn’t help asking, not really reassured by its colour. “It’s not diluted mice crap or fermented piss?”

“You have an awfully vulgar vocab for someone of your stature, Doctor Tyler,” he grinned, wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin - if she did want to kiss him on the cheek, he wanted to be sure she wouldn’t hesitate because of a bit of salad or a drip of vinegar. “But no, I promise it isn’t. Just smell it, will you?”

“If I puke, I swear I’m doing it in your lunchbox,” she warned, flicking the lid open with her thumb.

She brought the vial to her nose, not really knowing what to do with the grin plastered all  over his daft face, and she took a sniff. Her eyes widened at the smell of it, and his grin bloomed into a full-blown beam.

“Damn, that smells nice,” she acknowledged, running a finger on the opening to gather the fragrance on her fingertip. “Where did you get that?”

“Homemade perfume,” he announced proudly - though she would have expected a smugness way beyond the limits of common decency, he looked merely pleased, which she found rather impressive and maybe just a bit charming. “I noticed how you liked yours, so I made some research and… Tada!”

“What’s in this?” she asked, taking another long inhale of the sweet smell.

“Lilac, blueberries and, sorry to say, roses. Took me over two months to find the perfect balance between the three and find out how long I needed to centrifuge the ingredients to get the adequate fragrance potency. Do you like it, then?”

“I do, I really do, this is amazing, John. But why? I mean, I really appreciate the gesture, I’m just wondering why you’d go the trouble at all.”

“I’m… Good with dates?”

“Dates, as in…?”

“As in today is the twenty-third of March, and it’s been precisely five years since we started working together. That was my first day in this university, and you were the only one who bothered to show me around. You helped me settle in, you answered all my questions, and you even said…”

“Better to have a hot science geek as a neighbour than a decaying bald dinosaur,” she finished for him with a smile. “Yeah, I remember that.”

“And I never really thanked you for your help, so I thought… You know, small gift. It’s not much, and I think I’ll need a thousand bottles more of this to properly make up for everything I put you through, but it’s a start isn’t it?”

She chuckled at his embarrassed shrug, rose from her chair and her hand landed in a friendly hold on the side of his neck.

“Thank you”, she said softly after she pressed a quick kiss much too close to his mouth.

“Well, thank you.”

How his you’re welcome had turned into a thank you and made him feel like a proper arse, he didn’t know. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to let Doctor Tyler’s lips anywhere near him, in the end.

[ohfrickfanfic]

Holy Ground

Pairing: Churchboy! Virgin! Tyler x Reader

The place i describe in this really exists down the street from me. 

You leave  your house for your daily afternoon walk like you always do, heading left down your street to the stop sign and taking another left, making your way to the busy intersection across the street from the Convent Christian Highschool. When the traffic clears you take a slight right up the street that leads to the paved trail on the schools property, it’s open to the public but there’s hardly ever anyone back there aside from the occasional student or nun, usually around lunch time, which is already over, but as you round the corner that connects the street to the path you see a handsome boy in school uniform walking towards you. You smile politely as you’re about to pass him. He flashes the most adorable grin in return stopping you in your tracks.

“Hey, shouldn’t you be in class or something.” You tease, placing a hand on his shoulder as he passes you.

“I-I have a free period, because I’m a-all caught up on my work.” He says nervously, turning to face you.

“Well Mr. Smarty pants, you wanna walk with me?  I wouldn’t mind the company.”  You smile. “What’s you name?

"Me? Ummm T-tyler , I was g-gonna head back inside, but I-I still got time soooo sure.” He stutters. “W-what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“S-so Y/N how come you’re not in class or work or something.” He speaks looking at your clothes; blacking leggings, and a loose, low cut, white graphic T covered by a light jacket to take the edge of the mid spring air; it’s obvious you don’t attend school here.

“I graduated public school last year, I bar tend most nights, except Wednesdays, those are my nights off, so right now is my ‘Me’ time, then I’ll take a little nap before work.” You answer. “So…. what year you in?”

“Senior. I’m nineteen. December birthday so I got a late start.” He says pointing to himself. “Isn’t this so beautiful?” He asks, sounding more like a statement than a question, motioning to the stations of the cross that line the path. “First station Jesus is condemned to death, second station Jesus carries his cross, third station Jesus falls for the first ti–”

“Tyler” You cut him off. “I’m not really into the whole religion thing.” You admit.

“Oh. Sorry. I’ll stop.” He looks down pursing his lips

“I’m sorry that came out rude, I just wanted to be honest with you. You don’t have to stop, I could listen to you talk all day, I like your voice, it’s so…um..so sexy. You blurt out.

"Y-you think I’m s-sexy?” He blushes.

“Well I said your voice…” You say eyeing him up and down. “But umm yeah you too.” You elbow him playfully,  turning to smile at him. He tries to hide his huge smile and flushed cheeks, turning his head away from you. You drop your arm back down by your side, your pinky finger brushing against Tyler’s as you walk. You hook your pinky around his and he turns his palm face up, you slide your hand into his interlocking your fingers. Tyler turns his head back to look at you with pink dimpled cheeks, as you continue to walk hand and hand down the trail, stopping to sit on the bench in front of the nuns cemetery. You look down at your still interlocked hands resting on your lap an notice something-. “Oh my God Tyler you have the cutest thumbs!” You exclaim.

“Don’t talk like that!” He scolds tucking his thumb under yours.

“What, about your thumbs?” You asked puzzled.

“I meant about God, but y-yes my thumbs too.” He states. “You shouldn’t use his name in vain and my younger sister and I  both have clubbed thumbs, it’s a genetic thing, okay?!

"Well I think, they’re sexy.” You smirk slowly bringing your clasped hands to your lips, slipping Tyler’s thumb into your mouth sucking on it gently.

“S-stop that!” Tyler barks ,puling his thumb from your mouth with  pop, removing his hand from your  grasp and holding them over the crotch of his pants.

“Sorry……Tyler have you ever kissed a girl? You ask quizzically because of how flustered he seems over your actions.

"Of course, I-I kissed a girl, at a church retreat, playing spin the bottle, when we were all supposed to be asleep.” He admits.

“Oh you little rebel you.” you say, your words dripping with sarcasm. “Tyler that hardly counts as a kiss, Did you even use tongue?”

“N-no.”

“Can I ..uh…kiss you now, ya know show you what it’s really like.” You ask squeezing his thigh.

“Ummmm I-I guess."He says, his body trembling from your touch. You bring your mouth to his lips pressing yours lightly to his, waiting for him to engage in the kiss. He kisses you back pressing his lips firmly to yours, you slide your tongue between his lips, prying his mouth open. Tyler finally relaxes his jaw allowing your tongue access into his mouth, your tongues swirling around each other, before pulling away to catch your breath.”

“OK..Um.. Wow…C-can we do that again?” Tyler ask, fidgeting with  his pants. You look down to see Tyler tying to mask the obvious tent that’s forming.

“C'mon lets go somewhere more private.” You say pulling him by the hand to a secluded field behind a row of slightly overgrown arborvitae trees. You grab him by a fistful of his shirt pulling him to you, crashing your mouths together and pushing him down into the grass,straddling  him. He breathes heavily, speechless, as you pull off your jacket. You lean over him to start kissing him again, your loose shirt hanging down from your body, but Tyler suddenly flick his eyes up to the sky avoiding looking at you. “Tyler what’s wrong?”

“Y-y-you’re not w-wearing a b-bra….I-I can see your….” he stutters nervously, as his length hardens under you.

“So…. You like what you see? Don’t lie to me.” You tease grinding down on the obvious bulge in pants.

“Yes.” He chokes out, barely audible. You pull off your shirt throwing it to the side, and grab his hands bringing them to both your breasts. “Touch them Tyler.” You practically  beg as you continue to grind against this clothed erection, producing a needy moan from the boy. You slide your hands under his shirt, lifting it over his head pulling it off. You resume kissing him, your nipples grazing against his bare chest, and for the first time he bucks his hips up, grinding back against you.

“Mmmmm Tyler!” You moan in surprise.  You trail your hands down his body to his belt starting to undo it.

“W-what are you doing? He says crawling back on his heels away from you. "I-I’m a v-virgin, I-I t-thought we were just gonna kiss? T-this has already gone farther then I ever intended and I-I’m okay with that, b-but I don’t wanna have s-s-sex okay?”

“Tyler relax, we don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do.” You say resuming your spot back on top of him and kissing his neck. “I just thought maybe I could ..um ..kiss you somewhere else.” You tease as you start kissing down his chest. “Would that be okay?” You ask lifting your head as your lips approach his waistband.

“H-here? On..On.. holy ground?” He says, looking shocked that you would suggest such a thing.

“Technically were not in the cemetery, we’re just next to it ” You tease. “So what do you say?” You ask placing one last convincing kiss along his happy trail.

“I-I guess.” He breathes, writhing under you.

“No, Tyler, Not 'I guess’, I need a yes or no. Are you okay with that?

"Yes.” He gulps.

You quickly undo his belt and unzip his pants, shimmying his pants and boxers down his thighs , springing his erection free.

“Fuck, Tyler you’re huge!” You exclaim as you begin pumping him.

“I-I am?” His breath hitches, as his back arches off the ground.

“ Yes! Fuck, I can just barely get my hand around it, it’s so thick.” You say before stretching your lips around the head, swirling your tongue under the tip. You feel Tyler’s whole body tense at your actions, his hands gripping at the grass on either side of him, as you begin to bob over his length. Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching and see the bottom of the  long black habit of a nuns attire from the small gap under the arborvitae trees. Tyler panics trying to push you off of him but you push him back down, cover his mouth with your hand and continue to suck him harder and faster, pumping what you can’t fit into your mouth with your other hand. In mere seconds he’s filling up your mouth, the vibrations of his moans tickling your palm.  You swallow, as you watch the nun turn on her heels and head back in the other direction, releasing your hand from Tyler’s mouth once she’s at a safe distance.

“Jesus Christ! What was that?” He pants, chest heaving.

“Don’t talk like that.” You mock. “That was the thrill of almost getting caught, kinky boy.”  You tease as you wipe the corners of your mouth. Just then the church bells chime.

“Frick, I’m late! He exclaims, grabbing his shirt, forcing it back on in a panic. He stands attempting to run pants still mid thigh as struggles to pull them up.

"Same time, same place, tomorrow?” You call after him.

“I’ll be here.” He shouts back.

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You pay extra attention to detail  the next day, making sure your hair and makeup are perfect, and slip on a flirty dress. You check the mirror one last time before leaving the house and heading to the trail. You don’t see Tyler the whole length of the trail and you hope he didn’t chicken out or end up in too much trouble from being late to class yesterday. You look behind the arborvitae trees and see him sitting there cross legged, nervously twirling the floof of hair atop his head.

“Hey.” You speak, causing him to jump. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Y-you look so beautiful.” He blurts out.

“Thank you” You blush. “Now where were we?” You tease, immediately climbing on top of him, kissing his neck. “So how much trouble did you get into for being late baby, hmmm? Did you go to confession for the sins we committed yesterday ? How many Hail Mary’s did you have to say for being a dirty boy?” You question, using wet kisses as punctuation.

“C-christians don’t go to confession.” He whines, craning his neck to allow you better access at it.“

"See I told you I don’t do the whole religion thing.” You laugh, switching your tongue to the other side of his neck.

“B-but I-I did get detention.” He moans rolling his hips, pressing himself firmly into the palm of your hand. “I-I’ve never h-had detention.”

“Naughty boy” You scold playfully. “Mmmmm I couldn’t wait to get my hands back on you.” You breathe between tonguing at his neck, running you hands up under his shirt. “I touched myself thinking about you last night.” You say trailing your tongue over the shell of his ear.

“Y-you touched yourself.” He questions

“Yeah what’s wrong baby?  Don’t you ever touch yourself? You break contact with his neck, looking him in the eyes, sliding you hand down his body to palm him through this pants.

"It’s a sin.”  He whines at your touch.

“Tyler?” You say cocking your eyebrow

“Ok, I- I do, b-but it is a sin.”  He informs you.

“And so is this but it feels damn good doesn’t it?”  You taunt, lifting his shirt, kissing along his happy trail as you undo his pants.

“D-do you t-think umm….I can….ya know…to you.” Tyler asks nervously.

“If that’s your way of asking if you can eat my pussy, then fuck yes you can! I was hoping today would be my turn, why do you think I wore this little dress? You smirk, with lust filled eyes, as you climb off Tyler laying down in the grass on your back with your knees bent. He runs a shaky  hand up your inner thigh, running his hand over your panties.

"T-there all wet.”

“That’s from you baby, Take them off.” You coach him. He takes a deep breath as he loops his thumbs under the waistband of you panties, you lift your hips from the grass aiding him in there removal, he slides them down your legs, and over your ankles removing them completely. You spread your legs for him as he positions himself on his stomach in front of your dripping core. He trails his fingers through your wetness before pushing two into you, and begins long slow licks over you clit.

“Fuck, Tyler!” You moan loudly.

“W-what’s wrong?! He asks, his  mouth glistening in the afternoon sun with your wetness. "I’m sorry I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Nothing’s wrong, you know what you’re doing, trust me!”  You exclaim pushing his head back down, making him moan against your core, the sensation driving you wild. “Just curl your fingers as you lick, Mmmmm… you’re doing just fine baby.” You encourage. He takes directions well, curling his fingers repeatedly as his tongue moves in waves over your clit. “Yes! Fuck, Just like that Tyler!” You whine, lightly holding the back of his head in place as you arch  your back, your orgasm drawing near with each lick, with each thrust of his fingers. “Shit, Tyler I’m gonna cum.” You moan placing your other hand on the back of his head as well, as you rock your hips against his face, riding out your orgasm. “So good baby.” You praise. “Kiss me!”

“B-but I just…” He starts.

You sit up grabbing him by the shirt, cutting him off . “I said kiss me!”  You demand pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. “MMmmmm I love tasting myself on you.”

“Oh s-shit, that’s hott.” He exclaims. as you lick your lips.

“Let me help you with that real quick before you go back to class.” You laugh eyeing the obvious erection in his uniform pants.

You slide your hand into his pants jerking him off while singing his praises of how good  he made you feel until he’s coming in your hand.

“Same time, same place again ?” You ask ask as he begins to head back to class.

“I’d like that.” He smiles.

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The two of you continued your rendezvous almost daily for weeks, craving each other more as more as time went on, the two of you even exchanged phone numbers and took part in the occasional phone sex whenever his younger siblings weren’t around to catch him; you learned he was the oldest of four. You also learned that not only did you live with in walking distance of the school but he did as well, and you would often meetup on there on weekends just to walk the trails, talk and actually spend time together; this Saturday was one of those days. Tyler meets you and the beginning of the trail, his eyes lighting up as soon and he sees you. He extends his hand you and you take it in yours, it’s trembling as he seems more nervous then usual.

“Tyler, is everything okay?” You ask concerned, sandwiching his hand between the hand holding his and your free hand in attempt to stable them.

“I-I wanna ask you s-something?” He stutters

“Anything , Tyler, what is it?

"W-what are we?” He blurts out taking a deep breath.

“What do you wants us to be?” You smile.

“A-a-a couple, I want you to be my g-girlfriend.” He admits shyly.

“I was afraid you’d never ask, of course I’'l be your girlfriend baby.” You smile placing a soft kiss on his lips. You thought he would be relived but he still seems worked up. “I can tell there’s something else Tyler, what is it?”

“I’m ready now.” He quickly spits out, nervously twirling his brunette locks with his free hand, as the two of your stroll the trail hand in hand.

“For?” You question, stopping to look at him.

“S-sex.” He answers, his eyes shying away from your gaze.

“Oh…like right now.” You ask surprised.

“No, preferably not here, I-I want it to be special.” He says seeming to relax a bit, as you start walking again.

“I promise I’ll make it special for you baby.”

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The next night at sundown you meet Tyler at the end of your street.

“S-so where are we going? He asks his voice full of nerves and excitement.

"Here can you carry  some of these? You say handing him one of the two comforters your holding  and a pillow. "I told my mom I was sleeping at my friends house down the street since it’s a holiday weekend, but I figured these would come in handy anyways.” You smile. “Just follow me I’ll explain when we get there”

“Yeah same, I told my mom I was sleeping at my Best Friend Josh’s.” He laughs nervously as he follows your lead. “I’ve told him all about you so he knows to cover if my mom calls. You’d never know I was nineteen by the way she still treats me.”

“I get that! Trust me.” You say, knowing your mother is the same way.

“Are we going back to the trail?” Tyler asks, as you walk, sounded disappointed.

“Yes and no, just hear me out okay?” You say stretching your neck to look at him over the pillows and blanket. “I know you said you preferred if we didn’t have sex in the field by the cemetery where we’ve been fooling around and that you wanted it to be special, but I thought what’s more special than having sex where we first met , but I found an even better spot. Just trust me okay?”

“Okay I trust you.” He smiles over the bedding.

You arrive at the trail but instead on continuing straight like you always do you take a left onto the paths that are carved into the wildflower meadow habitat there. Once you reach the middle of the path where the entrance to the path is now hidden my the natural topography of the land, you stop, laying your comforter out and dropping your pillow at the top.

“So what do you think? You say as you lay down, patting the the fabric for him to join you.

"It’s perfect.” He smiles, plopping his pillow besides yours, and pulling the blanket he was carrying over the two of you.

“If you wanna stop at anytime just tell me okay?” You say as you slide your hand up his stomach towards his chest gathering the material of his shirt as you go. He nods, acknowledging your words, as you slip his shirt over his head and straddle him. He repeats the action to you, removing your shirt as well.

“Do you ever wear a bra?” He laughs, as he slides his hands from your waist up to cup your breasts.

“Nope, when you got perky tits like this you don’t need to.” You crack a smile as you place your hands over his on your chest.

“I wanna taste you.” He blurts out, biting his lip.

“Tyler!” You exclaim, taken back by how confident he just sounded. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m not wearing panties either then huh? You smirk as you bunch your skirt around your waist and place a knee on either side of Tyler’s head lowering your core to his mouth. He flicks his tongue through your wet folds as he undoes his jeans, pushing them and his boxer down his thighs.

"Ride me.” He says pulling his mouth from your core, looking up at you. You don’t know were this new found confidence is coming from but you’re loving it. You work your skirt off, then assist Tyler is removing his pants completely. You position yourself above Tyler and slowly sink down on his length. You let out a gasp as you adjust to his size, and he hums loudly in response.

“Why’d you let all these girls miss out on this cock, baby! You feel so good!” You whine as you skin presses against the base with him all the way inside you.

“I don’t believe in sex before m-ahh-rriage.” He pants, as you pick up speed, sliding up and down his length.

“Don’t or didn’t?” You question pausing all movement.

“Didn’t, Didn’t! Sorry Fuck! Keep going!” He shouts sounding so needy, the combination of his neediness and use of profanity you’ve never heard him use driving your desire.

“I was gonna say that’d be ironic since your thick cock is stretching me out so good right now baby.”  You whine rocking your hips, with your hands gripping his chest. Tyler presses himself up on his hands into a sitting position sucking at your breasts as you continue to ride him. “Mmmmmm Tyler, baby!”  You moan, grasping the back of his head.

“Can I try going on top now?” He asks breathing heavily , looking up at you ,his head still pinned to your chest.

“Of course.” You roll to your back, Tyler not missing a second before he’s lined back up with your entrance pushing in. You’re mouths collide as he begins to thrust perfectly hitting your spot. “Tyler, Fuck, right there baby.” You moan against his lips. He keeps perfect rhythm hitting your spot repeatedly. “I’m so close baby your’re doing such a good job.” You praise , pulling him into you by the small of his back. “Fuck, Ty, I’m cumming.”  Your words enough to bring him to his own climax.

“That…was…ama…zing.”  Tyler breaths heavily between syllables, placing a kiss to you lips. You cuddle up close, resting your head on his chest; his heart bumping like a speaker against you ear.

“I wish I lost my virginity like this.” You say, twirling his hair in the way he always does, admiring how the moonlight falls on his dewy skin.

“Why how did you lose yours?” He asks brushing the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat from your eyes.

“The ole cliche; freshman cheerleader  fucks a senior football player in the back seat of his car after the winning game.” You  admit.

“Did you love him?” He asks.

“Nope.”

“Well I love you.” He says softly.

“I love you too. Tyler.”

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Captain Envy (4/?)

Summary: Steve Rogers hadn’t met anyone more beautiful than Peggy Carter. Until he met Rose Tyler, that is. All Events occur after Winter Soldier. Steve/Rose Centric. Mentions of Tentoo/Rose.

Steve Rogers X Rose Tyler 

This Chapter: ~5485 words, Teen 

Start from the beginning: Ch. 1 

AO3

Steve started his Wednesday morning like he had started every Wednesday morning since he had been woken up from the ice. He brewed coffee that he enjoyed with a bowl of corn flakes, before brushing his teeth and dressing for his morning run. His morning run was followed by a quick shower and a short walk to the church that was around the corner from his new, Torchwood provided apartment that he rarely got the chance to stay in since they had taken over for S.H.I.E.L.D.

He thought about calling Rose for a majority of the sermon, what he would say to her, where he would take her. He figured that made him a marginally bad Christian for not paying the preacher much mind, but he also figured that he was owed the distraction after everything he did for everyone else. Being a superhero, though he rarely referred to himself as such, didn’t provide for many days off, unless you were Tony Stark, then he supposed you could do whatever you wanted to, whenever you wanted to.

After church came to a close at roughly eight A.M., he always took a moment to pray. Sometimes it was for Peggy, other times it was for Bucky, but that Wednesday he prayed for himself. He didn’t usually but, while he was excited for whatever his future held with Rose, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that they were going to be caught up in something terrible. He just hoped that he had the strength to help with whatever it was when the time came.

He talked briefly with the pastor before leaving the rather small building and heading towards where he knew the Union Square market to be. It was a nice day and he figured that God had given him legs for a reason as he took his time making it to his destination. New York was rather small and living there put just about everything in walking distance. Aside from that, he wasn’t above riding the subway.

It took him roughly thirty minutes to get to where he was going, happy as he took in the bustling crowd of the open-air market. He made his way through the throngs of people to where he knew his favorite stand would be waiting, small and inconspicuous amongst the brighter colors of its neighbors.

“Hey there, Gwenyth. How are you doing today?” Steve said, greeting the woman at the stand with a jovial tone to his voice.

The small, older woman let out a laugh, smiling broadly and causing her eyes to crinkle further in the corners as she responded, “It’s so good to see you, Steven! It’s been a while, I was afraid you weren’t coming back.”

“Just Steve, ma’am. Only my mother called me Steven.” He said with a laugh.

He reached across the booth as she struggled with a box of plums, helping her set them on the table. She patted his hand gently, her small fingers barely shadowing his as she did so, “Such a good boy.”

Steve smiled softly at her, his now free hand covering hers for a moment before he pulled away to pick up an apple, “What do you have for me today, Gwen?” he asked.

“Well, I see you’ve found the apples but, I’ve also got some wonderful greens from a farm up north, they’d work beautifully in a salad.” Gwenyth said, smiling at him softly.

He smiled back as he spoke, “I’ll take a half a pound of spinach and kale, then. Also, some of these apples, two cups of those lovely cranberries, and a container of strawberries.”

“Good decision.” she said with a wink.

He helped her package them all up, talking with her about how her grandchildren were and when they were coming to visit next.

“You should come by and visit them, dear, they’d absolutely love it.” Gwenyth said.

“Anything for you, Gwen.” Steve responded as he grabbed a pen and paper from beside her register and wrote down his number quickly, “Just call me if you ever need me and I’ll be there.”

He handed her more money than the produce was worth before walking away with a smile and a wave. If he didn’t leave quickly she would try and argue with him about the overpayment and he was in too good of a mood to fight with anyone that day about anything.

As he made the short walk home, he played with his cell phone, his finger hovering over Roses’ name on the screen. He hadn’t intended to call her yet, but his lack of attention towards his surroundings had caused him to stumble over a crooked piece of sidewalk, his finger jabbing her name on the screen. He momentarily panicked before resigning himself and lifting the handheld to his face, cradling it between his cheek and shoulder as he rebalanced his groceries.

“Tyler.”

“Oh! Hi - uh, I mean, hey.” Steve said as he cleared his throat, trying to sound manlier than he felt at that particular moment, “It’s Steve, Steve Rogers.”

Her laugh is full of mirth as if she had already known it was him before she had picked up the phone. Which is why he wasn’t surprised when she responded, “I know, how are you?”

“Great! I, uh, I’m just getting back from the market. You know, making lunch.” Steve said, his hands fumbling with his keys as he tried to get his door open while keeping hold of the groceries and the phone.

“So, t’ what do I owe the pleasure?” Rose asked. He could hear her tongue-in-teeth smile without even seeing her face and he felt himself smiling to match.

“I was wondering if you would want to come over tonight for dinner? I’m not the best chef in the world, haven’t really had the time to learn, but I’m sure I could figure something out.” He replied, catching himself before he started to ramble.

“When you put it like that, how can a lady say no?” Rose asked saucily.

Steve nearly jumped for joy but instead chose to pump the fist that is not full of groceries in the air, an apple still managing to tumble out of the bag. He felt embarrassment creeping on him before he remembered that she couldn’t see him. He settled his bag on the counter before reaching down for the apple, tossing it in the air jovially with his free hand as he responded, “So, maybe six tonight, does that work?”

She laughed again over the line and pretended to think it over for a moment before she replied, “Make it six-thirty and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Great. Do you know how to get here?” He asked quickly.

Rose chuckled softly before answering him, “‘course. Later, Steve.”

His smile got broader as he hung up his phone, setting it on the counter as he took a large bite out of his apple after washing it.

He spent a majority of the day tidying up his apartment for Rose’s arrival, making sure that the living areas and bathroom were up to his tastes for company before heading out to do extra shopping for dinner. He was going to make chicken, pretty confident that it wouldn't be that difficult of an entree for him to accomplish with his low level of skill in cooking.

He went to one of the organic markets not far from his apartment to pick up the ingredients he was missing at home, his cabinets frightfully sparse due to his bachelor lifestyle and his busy job. He tried not to pay much mind to the girl that flirted with him from behind the checkout counter, remaining as pleasant as possible with how forward she was being.

“Looks like you’ll be making something pretty good for dinner tonight. I imagine it takes a pretty healthy diet to keep those muscles as brilliant as they are. How much do you work out?” The girl enquired, a very flirty tone to her voice.

Steve cleared his throat quietly before responding, his eyes trained on her face even as she leaned forward to show off her cleavage while she lazily scanned his groceries, “I have a rather demanding job that keeps me active.”

“So, manual labor then.” Her eyes are hooded as she lightly laughs, “You should take me out sometime.”

It wasn’t a question, more of a demand. He was slightly taken aback by her forwardness and quickly responded with the first panicked thought that came to his mind, “I’m seeing someone. That’s actually why I’m buying all this food. Dinner for two, you know?”

It was an honest answer, though he didn’t think that lunch and a date that hadn’t happened yet counted as “seeing someone”.

He watched her as she continued to smile, scanning the last of his items and waiting for him to pass the money for the transaction. She let her fingers graze his hand as he dropped the money into her waiting palm before responding, “She wouldn’t have to know.”

He waited until she handed the money back to respond, his one bag in hand as he went to move out of her line, “I’m sorry ma’am, but that’s just not how I work. There isn’t a dishonest bone in my body. Even if she never found out, I would know and God would know and that’s just not okay by me.”

She sneered as he left her line, “Ugh, you’re one of guys.”

He wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that statement, but he smiled nonetheless as he responded, “Have a good day, ma’am”

He made it home rather quickly, throwing the pre-seasoned chicken in a pan as he started to preheat the oven. He was going to make a salad as well since he had bought the ingredients for lunch and had been pent up with too much energy to actually eat it. He worked quickly, cutting the fruit into small pieces and throwing it in with a bowl full of spinach and kale.

As soon as the oven was ready he tossed the chicken in and quickly changed into a nice pair of jeans and a dark blue flannel that he hadn’t had the chance to wear yet. He had just finished buttoning the last button when the doorbell rang.

He moved swiftly to the door but hesitated when he was in front of it to try his damndest to compose himself. He’d never been on a real date before, not one that wasn’t with a girl who was there as part of a double-date that Bucky had scored. He wiped his palms on his jeans, making sure they weren’t sweaty as he unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.

“Hey.” Steve said, his voice coming out a lot calmer than he felt.

She was breathtaking in a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a spaghetti strap shirt that was covered by a light sweater. He’d never seen her in civvies before and boy he wished he had seen her sooner.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Rose asked. Her tongue was caught in her teeth again as she pulled that smile that he loved.

“Hopefully something good. Would you like to come in?” He asked as he stepped aside, holding the door for her.

“‘Course.” she replied as she stepped into the apartment, her eyes taking in the front room as she absently set her purse by the front door, “This is the cleanest bachelor pad ’ve ever seen.”

“You must be visiting the wrong sort of people.” Steve responded as he shut the door, a smile still on his face.

“Don’t let Clint hear you say that.” Rose said with a laugh.

He laughed lightly, leading her over to his couch and presenting her with a bottle of wine he’d bought, “Glass of Cabernet? I’ve never had wine before, but the guy at the market said it was good.” He asked.

“That would be lovely.” She said as she looked around his apartment a little more while he walked away to get some glasses, “So, these are the new digs? I heard your last one got pretty roughed up in an altercation of some sort.”

He shrugged as he poured her a glass of wine in the connected kitchen, “I think that all of us have lost at least one home to some sort of ‘altercation’.”

She laughed as he passed her the glass, but there wasn’t much humor in it. She waited until her lips were at the rim to respond, her eyes locked onto his from where she was leaned against the back of his L-shaped couch, “I suppose that’s true.”

He guided her to sit down with him, his free hand on her back while the other clutched loosely at the neck of a beer, “So, while we wait on dinner, tell me a little bit about yourself.”

“Yes, I suppose that my life isn’t really public record. What do you want to know?” Rose said.

“What was your life like?” Steve asked as he took a drink.

They were turned sideways towards each other, one of his arms running along the back of the couch. They each had a leg pulled up, making themselves comfortable as they settled in to get to know one another.

“The dimension I grew up in wasn’t like this dimension. We had aliens, but the only person that could defend us was the Doctor and ourselves. We didn’t have superheroes, we just had regular citizens trying to do good while inevitably doing something bad.” Rose said as she swirled the wine around her glass.

“What do you mean ‘dimension’? You’re talking like you’re from some parallel world or something.” Steve said, his brow furrowed in disbelief.

“I am. I’ve lived in two other dimensions before I came to this one.” She responded, her eyes trained on her glass still.

“How?” He asked quietly.

She set her glass down before she replied, her eyes finally coming up to meet his, “So, imagine that all the dimensions are like a sheet of paper. Between those sheets of paper is air or the void. With the right technology, and if the walls between those worlds are thin enough, you can catapult yourself through the void to one of the other dimensions. There’s a whole lot of complicated science behind it and you really shouldn’t do it unless you are absolutely sure that doing so won’t rip a hole large enough to collapse both worlds.”

Steve took a minute to soak all of that in. His eyes unfocused as he tried to process that information. He finally gave up trying to make sense of it and ran a hand through his hair as he responded, “Okay, so, why did you have to go to different dimensions?”

“Well, the first time wasn’t by choice. I was trapped there. The Doctor and I called it Pete’s world because it was an alternate dimension where my father was still alive.” She said, smiling softly to herself, “Then the stars started going out and I had to go to multiple dimensions trying to find the Doctor so that he could stop it. After we fixed the stars he put me back in the parallel world with a human clone he’d accidentally made of himself and expected that we would grow old together. Except I didn’t grow old because I’d done something along our travels together that changed me down to my DNA.”

“You said human clone. So, was the Doctor an alien?” Steve asked.

“Oh, yes. He was a timelord from a planet called Gallifrey. He found me after his planet was destroyed in a devastating war and we traveled together until I was lost to the other world. He was 900 years old when we met.” She said, laughing over some joke he wasn’t privy to.

“So, how did you end up here then?” He asked, his voice soft as he tried to process all this information that was so far out of his depth.

“When the half-human Doctor and I found out that I wasn't aging, we restarted the dimension cannon to try and bring me back to the fully timelord Doctor. However, our calculations were slightly off and we ended up in this dimension. After landing here our stuff wouldn’t work and we had no way of repairing it.” Rose sighed as she spoke, grabbing her wine glass and taking a sip before she continued, “So, we took the slow path while we grew our time machine. The TARDIS wasn’t fully functional until about the ’60s, which is when we were finally able to start traveling again. I lost him about a decade after that.”

“Who were you before the Doctor?” He asked as kept his eyes locked on hers, his hand tight around his bottle as he took a drink.

“I was nobody. Just some 19-year-old girl who worked in a shop and shared a small apartment with her mum.” she said as she shrugged, running her finger along the edge of her glass, “I met the Doctor when he blew up my job. He took my hand, told me to run, and that was it, I never looked back. Once you see the stars, it’s hard to go back to living a normal life.”

“I’ve never seen the stars up close. So, I’ll just have to take your word for it.” Steve said, smiling softly.

She winked at him, a broad smile on her face as she replied, “I’ll have to take you some time.”

He choked on his beer and had to set down the glass before he dropped it. When he was finally able to catch his breath he responded, “You still go out there?”

“‘Course I do and I do so frequently. My machine can travel through space and time. I could be gone for a week and you would never even know it.” Rose said.

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief as he spoke, “I can’t even imagine.”

It was silent for a few minutes as he tried to grasp the concept. He gave up after a few short moments, deciding that he would have to see it to believe it, and asked, “So, what about your powers? Everyone seems to think that you’re some sort of all-powerful being.”

“Not anymore. I used to be able to bring people back to life, back when I first got my powers. Now I can heal people and travel, but I can’t travel far. Like, if I wanted to I could go from here to home, but any further would be a stretch. ‘ve got about a 20-mile radius before I’m absolutely knackered. Plus, like I showed you on the first day, I can deconstruct things and put them back together. I could probably get rid of a small building, but living things and stuff larger than that takes a lot of work. Probably kill me, to be honest. Aside from that, I’m a touch telepath and I just know stuff about people. I can see their timeline, but I try not to look, it feels personal.” Rose said with a shrug. She spoke as if it was all so normal. Which he supposed it was for her.

He was dismayed, staring at her as he tried to form words, “A touch telepath? And you can see my future?”

She shrugged, “Yeah, but I try not to look. Especially since, y’know, I wanted to spend more time with you and it’s sort of bad luck to look at your own future. Not that I think I’ll be, y’know, a big part of your future or anything! Just, I mean, we know each other and whatnot.” She said as she sipped anxiously at her wine, brushing her hair behind her ear with her free hand as she looked at everything except him, “And a touch telepath is someone who can see into people's minds. Like, If I were to touch your temple, with your permission, I could look into your head. Hear your thoughts, see your memories, stuff like that.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I’d like you to be a part of my future. I mean, not like that, if you don’t want to. It’s really your choice.” He said as he moved his hand, brushing a strand of hair back that had fallen from behind her ear. And for a moment, a brief window of time, he thought that they were going to kiss. As he moved in, his eyes flicking from her lips to her eyes, he hesitated when his mouth was almost on hers. It was with a light brush of her lips against his as she spoke that had him pulling back, “Do you smell something burning?”

He reeled back, his eyes darting to the kitchen where he caught smoke drifting from his stove. He moved, jumping over the couch quickly and taking the few strides to the oven as fast as he could.

He grabbed the potholders that were hanging next to the stove with one hand and turned the oven off with the other, coughing as he ripped the door open and waved his free hand in his face as he leaned down to grab the tray, tossing it in the sink.

Rose had crept up on him and was standing at his shoulder, staring down at the mess in the basin, “So, what was that supposed to be?” She asked with a little smile on her face.

He sighed dejectedly, putting a hand across his face as he spoke, “Chicken.”

She let out a long whistle as she walked away, “Well, I hate to break it to you, but that bird is toast.”

He rolled his eyes but caught himself laughing anyways. His laughter grew louder and continued as she joined in from her place against the island, her hand grabbing at her midsection.

When they finally managed to calm down and gather enough air to speak, Steve spoke first, “I’m really sorry about that.”

Rose waved a hand, brushing off his error like it was nothing as she responded, “It’s fine, my husband used to blow stuff up as a hobby. We’ll just remember this and I’ll cook for you next time.”

His eyes flicked to hers, “So, there’ll be a next time then?” He asked.

Her face was a soft pink as she responded and he was proud that he had managed to make the almighty Bad Wolf blush, “‘Course.” She said.

Steve nodded his head, turning his face away to hide his own blush as he asked, “How do you feel about pizza and salad?”

Rose was laughing again and he watched as the mess in the sink fell to gold dust while she responded, “It could do.”

He turned to smile at her, moving towards her and grabbing the phone that rested on the counter behind her. He stayed close when her face grew redder at his proximity, ordering the pizza in the small space that they occupied then returning the phone to its original resting place, “So, what now?” he asked.

“‘M up for whatever.” she whispered in response.

He knew she hadn’t meant it that way, but he blushed anyways before answering as he moved back towards the living room, “How about a movie? I know that is on demand right now.”

“That sounds great. ‘M just gonna bring this whole bottle with me, if that’s okay?” she said.

“Of course. I got it for you.” Steve said with a glance over his shoulder.

He tried to will away his red face when she joined him on the couch, his hands fumbling awkwardly with the remote as he tried to remember what Sam had told him about how this whole cable setup worked.

Steve was relieved when Rose finally just leaned over and took the remote from him, laughing as she pulled up the on-demand function and selected their movie, “I always forget that you’re not from this century.”

He laughed, scratching the back of his head as he reached for his quickly warming beer, “I never forget. Everything is so different.”

“I know what you mean. It was hard going from having all that technology to nothing.” Rose said with a weary sigh.

“Oh! I’d forgotten about that. What did you do during the war?” He asked, staring at her profile.

Rose fidgeted a bit, her eyes locked on the television as the opening sequence rolled, “We stayed out of it, mostly. The war in this dimension was much the same as the war in mine. So, we knew where to avoid and where was safe. We helped in places that weren’t a fixed point though, saved some of the lives that didn’t have to be lost.”

Steve was a little confused as he tried to piece things together, his eyes never straying from her face, “Are you saying that you could have st-”

She cut him off with a sharp glance, not liking where she knew he was going with this, “No. There are certain events in time that have to happen. World War 1, World War 2, 9/11, none of that could be changed, they were fixed points in time.”

He looked away from her, taken aback by the severity in her voice, when he responded, “I see. It must be awful to know what is going to happen and not be able to do anything about it.”

“World War 2 was the worst event that I had ever had the misfortune to experience. The only thing that made it better was knowing that this dimension had you to help and that we were able to save the lives that we could.” Her gentle reply had him looking back, his hand moving slowly to cradle hers.

He was going to say something but was interrupted by a loud knocking. He frowned at her sadly before getting up and moving towards the door. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket as he pulled it open, a false smile plastered on his face as he conversed with the enthusiastic pizza boy. Yes, he was Captain America; Sure, he would take a picture; No, he couldn’t come in and look around.

When he finally managed to shut the door, he quickly grabbed some paper plates from the kitchen and returned to the living room where a smiling Rose was waiting with a raised eyebrow and a question on her lips, “Fanboy?”

“I prefer to call them enthusiastic admirers.” Steve responded with a shrug.

She looked very serious as she took the plate he was offering, “Of course.” she said.

He laughed as he sat down and they settled into their movie and dinner. They didn’t do much talking after that except when they were pointing out errors dealing with guns or planes. They would laugh at the funny parts and he even caught Rose crying when Harry Hart died. He took that moment to wrap an arm around her shoulder, his eyes facing the movie so that he wouldn’t have to see the look on her face. Not that he had much to worry about as she snuggled into his side to finish the rest of the film.

When it was finally over and the credits rolled, she stretched, his arm falling away from her shoulders as she got up and arched her back, her arms above her head. He heard a subtle pop and smiled at her, “Uncomfortable?”

“Exactly the opposite.” She said as she turned to look at him, a gleam in her eyes, “I could have stayed there all night.”

He blushed furiously, standing up and stretching as well.

“However, we have training tomorrow and I should probably be getting home.” she said softly.

His eyes were sad as he responded, his hand reaching out so that he could wind his fingers with hers, “Let me walk you.”

“I’d like that.” Rose said with a smile.

He felt loss as she let go of his hand to gather her stuff, but she had taken her shoes off at some point during the movie and she had to grab her purse from beside the door. When she was ready he followed her out the front and did up the lock. As he spun around, he was pleasantly surprised by her outstretched hand. He let her fingers wind through his, a content hum leaving his throat, “It’s been a while since I’ve held a hand and I running from imminent danger.”

“Same here.” she said with a chuckle.

The wind was brisk as they walked outside and he moved her closer to his side, tucking her under his arm with a smile, “Why’s that?”

“Well, when you hold the same person's hand for as long as I did, it’s hard t’ imagine holding anyone else’s.” she said with a shrug.

He nodded his head, rubbing his hand up and down her arm as he responded, “Understandable.”

“What about you?” she asked.

“Well, I wasn’t very popular before I became Captain America. So, I didn’t hold a lot of hands to begin with and when I was finally able to meet a girl who liked me for me, I plummeted my plane into the water before I ever got to take her on a first date.” Steve said with a shrug.

He could feel her nod sympathetically at his side as she replied, “Missed opportunities are always the worst. All you can think about is how you should’ve said something sooner, shouldn’t’ve left the words unsaid.”

“You sound like you have some experience there.” he said as he peeked down at her.

“Yes, I think everyone experiences those kinds of moments eventually.” Rose whispered.

He nodded his head in agreement before turning his face towards the sky and taking in what few stars he could see through the light pollution, “The thing I miss the most about the ’40s is the stars. You can’t see them as well anymore. I feel like that’s another one of those missed opportunities.”

They were silent for the last stretch of the walk and he wondered if he had said something wrong until she pulled him to a stop in front of what he assumed was her apartment and said, “How about this: next date I’ll take you to see the stars.”

He smiled down at her, wrapping her in his arms to keep her warm, “That already sounds better than the horrible job that I’ve done tonight.” he said.

She chuckled, pulling her arms from where they were trapped against his chest to wind them around his waist, “I had a pretty good time, ta.”

Steve laughed before responding, “You can be honest, I’m pretty tough.”

She moved one of her arms, her hand running through his hair to the back of his head so that she could pull him down to meet her eyes, “I am being honest.” she whispered.

He closed his eyes and pushed forward, his lips finding hers in a kiss that he had been holding back since before they had dinner. She smelled like cherries and leather, which he knew was from the standard-issue jumpsuit that she wore. Her mouth was soft and pliant against his and he has to stop himself from delving his tongue between her lips for a proper makeout session. Though, his morals didn’t hold her back from running her warm tongue along his bottom lip and sucking it into her mouth.

He gasped and she used that as her chance to brush her tongue against his own. Both of her hands found their way into his hair, tugging and pulling him closer to her than he had been to another human being in a long time. He pulled her tightly against his body, his mouth capturing the moan that escaped her lips when her chest brushed his.

He was about to move his hand under the hem of her shirt when one of their phones rang and then the other. She unwound herself from him breathlessly, her hand delving into her purse to find her phone.

“Tyler.” her tone was harsh but lacked some of the authority she normally carried when she was able to catch her breath.

He’s about to answer his phone as well, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm, “Say that again.”

She doesn’t give the person more than a few seconds to respond before she’s replying in a rushed voice, “Gather the team.”

She hung up quickly, gripping his arm tightly in her hand and taking a deep breath, “You’re gonna want to breathe.”

Before he even had a chance to ask, they’re falling to gold dust in the middle of an empty street.

[my-time-and-place-blog]

My Vidcon EU 2017 experience

In August last year, I discovered that Vidcon EU would be organized in Amsterdam. When the early bird ticket sale started I didn’t hesitate for a moment and I bought myself a community ticket. I also participated in the Meet & Greet Lottery and I was assigned to meet Dodie Clark, Oli White and Niomi Smart!! I was very happy with that since Dodie and Oli were my first and second choice, respectively.

DAY 1

On Saturday April 8th I decided to leave the house extra early at, since I had my Meet & Greet with Oli White at 9.30am and I had to pick up my M&G wristbands. I wanted to take the bus at 7.15am, but I totally forgot the bus schedule is different at the weekends (sigh). My sweet mum brought me to the nearest bus station, from where the bus to Amsterdam departed.

When I arrived at the venue RAI Amsterdam conventions centre around 8.30am, I could immediately wait in line for the M&G wristbands since I picked up my community badge the day before. I waited about an hour and a half in line before it was my turn and I was a tiny bit afraid that I wasn’t on time to queue for Oli’s M&G, but I was! By the time it was my turn I was nervous, but I felt calmer than I thought I would be. Oli is so nice! We took a professional photo and I gave him my present and the card. We ended with a hug. That were my 30 seconds of meeting him. It felt so strange to meet someone you’ve been watching for years. As a fan I have the feeling that I know him very well and he knows nothing about me, when I’m thinking about it. I’m just a face in the crowd for them. But anyway, that didn’t make the experience any less great.

After the M&G I went to some panels. I saw the last bits of The Power of Community with Tyler Oakley, John Green and Kati Morton. After that, I went to a panel participating Ricky Dillon, Mamrie Hart and Michael Aranda about ‘Being your true voice’  moderated by Michael Gardner. Hearing these people talk about their experiences of finding their ‘true voice’ in this profession inspire me to find my own ‘true voice’ and let me think about who I am and what I want to pursue in life.

There were a lot of stands and interactive things you could do during the day between panels. There was a Musical.ly stage, where different people performed, who are famous on Musical.ly I guess?? Furthermore, there were different booths from different sponsors and movies and bouncy castles. At one of the booths I met Evan Edinger and I took a picture with him and he signed my badge. He was very nice!

I went to the Q&A of Ian Hecox and Anthony Padilla aka SMOSH. Even though I didn’t know them, I got a very good sense of how they are and what kind of content they make. They were fun to watch. I queued for Dodie’s M&G immediately after the Q&A. There were a loooot of people in the queue. I didn’t think it would be so long, but it didn’t matter, because I was going to meet my favourite youtuber/artist. When it was my turn, I gave Dodie a hug and I gave her my presents. We talked about the card I gave her and how that reminded me of her. She signed my badge and I almost wanted to go, when she said: We didn’t take a photo, did we? At that moment I could facepalm myself so hard. We took a very cute picture together. I mean how can it not be cute with her in it?

Meeting Oli and Dodie made me realise that they are just people just like I am. They are just normal, very hardworking people that accomplished more in 21 years then I did. But somehow they show me that it is possible to follow your dreams, if you are willing to work hard. Another creator I’m really impressed by is Tyler Oakley. I went to see his Q&A. He is such a loving, caring and funny person. He seemed to enjoy every question he got and I really admire him for his active role in the LGBTQ+ community.

The last thing of the day was the Saturday Night Featured Creator Show. Most of the seats (900+!!) were filled and all the people were enjoying themselves during all the performances. Kati Morton and Scola Dondo gave a very inspirational speech about mental health and that it is okay to talk about it in some way, about being ‘luscious’, being yourself. Dean and Jack showed a preview of their new season of Jack and Dean Of All Trades, which was very funny. Savannah Brown performed one of her poems and I was very impressed by that. I felt every word she said. Sarah Close performed some songs of her new Caught Up EP.

Two performances that evening were very special to me. One of them was Carrie Hope Fletcher performing ‘Pulled’ from the musical the Addams Family, in which she plays Wednesday Addams. Woow! She can siiiing! She is such an inspiration to me. She literally lives her dream and that on its own drives me to follow my dreams. (I don’t mind that this all sound very cheesy haha) The other performance that really got stuck with me was the last of the evening by MatPat. He opened up about his fear of flying. Long story short, years ago he was in England for an audition for a West end production and his actual flight home to the US, which he missed, was the target of an terrorist attack. The moral of his story was that even though he is still very scared, he didn’t let it define his life. That day he fulfilled a wish of a little boy organised by the Make-A-Wish foundation. That was all such a beautiful speech, I cried. That was the end of a very successful day 1 of Vidcon EU!

 DAY 2

Day 2, Sunday 9th of April, started ironically the same as the day before. The bus I wanted to take wasn’t leaving at the time I wanted to leave. Now my lovely dad brought me to the nearest bus station. Today I would have the M&G with Niomi Smart, but due to a sad event that happened that morning I didn’t feel like queueing, so I left that out. I went to some very good panels instead and I don’t have any regrets for that since the atmosphere was so care free and easy-going. That really helped me not being sad or even thinking about the event.

I started the morning with coffee and the panels A Conversation About Mental Health and There Is A Troll in the Dungeon both moderated by Kati Morton. I didn’t know most of the attendees on the panels, but that was a way for me to get to know new youtubers really. The things I have learned of these panels are: it is good to talk about mental health and if there is no connection between you and your therapist, find another one that you’re comfortable with. Another thing is dealing with trolls. These people are probably just projecting their problems on you, so don’t take their criticism/offenses (too) seriously.

After these quite serious topics I went to the Holy Trinity Q&A. The Holy Trinity, for who doesn’t know who they are, are Grace Helbig, Mamrie Hart and Hannah Hart. They are seriously so funny together and they certainly brightened up my mood.

One highlight of the day was the LGBTQ+ in Online Video panel. I think a lot teens and tweens have been in a situation where they question their sexuality and so do I. It is very important to keep talking about the LBGTQ+ community and as important to educate ourselves about sexuality and the whole spectrum. I want to salute the internet and especially platforms like Youtube (please, fix restricted mode tho…) and Tumblr for bringing up the subject and education. One other thing that happened during the panel that moved me, was a question of a boy in the audience. The boy had got a rainbow flag around his shoulders. He told that he lived in a town that was very religious and the community wasn’t very accepting to LGBTQ+ people, so were his parents. He asked how he could out himself to his parents in this situation. I think he was very brave to ask this question. He got good answers like if you tell them, have a place you can go to after or if the situation escalates. He started crying and I could tell that it was a very big deal to him. I really wanted to hug him and tell him that everything was going to be fine. That question broke my heart to be honest.  And therefore, I absolutely love the fact that he can be totally himself at events like Vidcon. Although, he should be able to be himself anywhere at any time in my opinion.

I also went to a panel about Race & Representation in Online Video, mainly because I wanted to know what I could do as a white female. This panel thought me that starting the conversation or keeping the conversation going about race is a great help to the people who deal with racism or other negativity with respect to race. After that I went to the Rhett & Link Q&A, which I didn’t enjoy that much. I think it was mainly because I didn’t know who they were and I knew nothing about their content.

The Sunday Night Featured Creator Show was an amazing way to end the Vidcon weekend. The highlights of the show were Dodie and Jon Cozart singing their songs. The Fine Bros showed us their newest video before it was released. The Holy Trinity did a funny quiz about their trip in Amsterdam. There was some food tasting on stage and some live gaming on stage. John and Hank Green closed the show with a little speech about Vidcon and how their experiences were of the first Vidcon EU in Amsterdam! I dare to say that this was one of the best weekends I have had in a while!

[chloe-d-stories]

Birthday Suck-Ups

With Christmas well and truly over, our columnist turns her attentions to the next big event in her personal calendar: but what exactly are Richard and Steph hiding?

I hope that the Christmas and New Year’s celebrations treated you all kindly, and that you’re now back and ready to tackle the brand new year with renewed enthusiasm and a refreshed outlook.

Okay, that’s probably asking a bit much, but I hope at least you had a good break, away from the stressors of everyday life. No? Well, at least enjoy all the food…..

2017 had quite a wet start, but lately the weather seems determined to remind us all that we do live in Australia, and that Australian summers are notorious for being ridiculously hot.

Yeah, because it’s always fun when I walk into the house and see that the thermometer reads 47 degrees Celsius……

All I’ll say is “thank goodness for air conditioned arenas!”

Anyway, enough with the griping. This week we’ve been getting Tyler ready to start school on Monday: grade 4 sure is exciting (he doesn’t seem to care less). So we’ve been running back and forth from town grabbing last minute supplies, ironing uniforms, covering school books, writing his name on many, many stationary items. It kind of makes me nostalgic for my own school days.

And then there’s the next big thing coming up for me. You see, my birthday is on the 25th (I know, exactly 1 month after Christmas, what were my parents thinking?!) and I’m silently counting the days.

I’ve told both Richard and Steph many times that I don’t want anything, honestly, but Richard still seems to be up to something.

I caught him shutting off his phone rather hurriedly when I walked into the office the other day, and was a little too quick to answer when I asked him what he was doing.

Steph’s been asking me really random questions too: like “when was the last time we had a pool party?” and then ignoring me when I ask her about it.

It’s kind of sweet, I have to be honest. But really, those two are rubbish when it comes to hiding secret plans.

Onto other news, we’ve also been getting the horses back into their training slowly, after having a few weeks off over the holiday season. We’ve also had a heap of new arrivals trickling in slowly over the past couple of weeks, and with them, new staff members. Hopefully, I’ll get around to introducing them to you all at some point.

Hang on, I’d better get going. Sounds like Richard and Steph are up to something again. Talk to you next time!

Hey guys, Richard here. I’ve hijacked Chloe’s page for a moment to ask if you could join us on the 25th in celebrating Chloe’s birthday. I know she has a lot of fans here in Symphony Hill, and we would love for you to join us at Winyard for a big surprise party. We’re opening our doors for you all to come and celebrate with us: fun starts at 3pm this Wednesday.

Crikey, I think she’s coming back. Gonna send this off to the paper before she finds what I’ve written! Catch you all later.

Take care, friends!

R.

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This week, Richard and Steph are definitely hiding something, but does it have anything to do with Chloe’s approaching birthday?