#and i haven’t taken pictures of my cute little nails this week yet and now they look kind of shitty because its been a week since i did them

[livvyofthelake]

about to be late as hell for class today. i don’t wanna go i hate that class i’ve had a shitty week everything is badawful. the class is in 54 minutes you’d think i’d have time still but unfortunately if i don’t start driving to campus in like 12 minutes i will be late because the traffic in this town is atrocious and the parking is even worse than that and the walk from the parking to the class is almost unbearable and i don’t even want to do it like i’d rather take the bus honestly but the bus schedule sucks so bad i’d rather just suffer.

[angelvyxen]

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.”

In which you’re Melo’s best friend & ex he’s not over

“What do you think of this?” You asked Melo as you turned around. He was laying back on your bed, scrolling through his phone. He moved his phone to the side and peeked over at you, “It’s straight.”

“It’s straight?”

“Yea, you look good.” He nodded.

You huffed and made your way towards your closet to rework your fit for the night again.

“C’mon bruh, I said you look straight! Why you changing again?”

“Because just looking ‘straight’ isn’t good enough. I need to look... I need to look..” you trailed off, looking for a word that encompasses just how much of a bad bitch you wanted to be tonight. "I need to look like City Girl meets Megan the Stallion."

"My nigga, what?"

"Just know I need to look good, Melo. Okay? Reef is going to be there tonight and I need to make sure I have every little bit of his attention."

Melo rolled his eyes from across the room when you mentioned Shareef.

"Man, fuck that nigga." You heard him grumble which made you laugh, asking,

"What do you have against Shareef?"

"I don't have anything against dude."

"Yes, you do. You've been on him since I mentioned I like him." You stepped out of your closet and leaned against the door frame to look him in the eyes.

"He's a bitch." He shrugged before looking back at his phone.

"What do you mean?"

"What I said. He's a bitch and you don't need to be associating with someone like that."

You rolled your eyes, "Negro, please," and stepped back into the closet. “You gotta chill on him.”

“How you Shaq’s son and still ain’t made it to the league yet?”

“He had health issues Melo, you know that. Please don’t go that low just because you don’t like him for no good reason.”

Melo sucked his teeth and leaned back on your bed, focusing back on his phone. “I got numerous good reasons.” He grumbled to himself.

“What was that?” You asked, poking your head out of the closet again.

“Nothing man! Finish getting ready, we late cause of you.”

“Uh huh, whatever.”

You settled for something basic, but cute. A pair of black jeans, your favorite color way of the Jordan 1s Melo had gotten you for Christmas last year and a matching graphic tee with some jewelry to bump up the outfit.

“You look good.” Melo remarked, his eyes following you as he opened the passenger door of his jet black Rolls-Royce Cullinan for you. You were happy you got to spend today with him. Both of your schedules never seemed to align anymore since the season started for him and you started a new job.

“Thank you best friend.” You grinned as you slid into the passenger seat of his car. He shut the door and walked around the car, opening his door and sliding into his own seat.

You held out your hand and he placed his phone in it before starting the car. As he was backing out of the driveway you unlocked his phone and went to his Apple Music. You scrolled through his playlists until you came to your favorite one, ‘Vibes 🥵🤞🏼💕’. You plugged in the aux cord before hitting shuffle and set his phone down. ‘Get you’ by Daniel Caesar started to play a few moments later. Melo raised his brows before a wide smile spread across his face and he said loudly, “Oh say less! Whatchu tryna do?”

“Boy, what are you talking about?” You giggled as you looked at the goofy expression on his face.

“You playing my grown folks music playlist, you tryna start something?” He looked over at you.

“Ew,” you scrunched up your face.

“Man don’t act like you don’t want this body.”

“Boy bye. I would never.”

“Oh word, so you wouldn’t kiss me right now?” He puckered his lips at you.

You shook your head and looked in the other direction, “Nope.”

“Girl stop playing and give me them lips.” He gently gripped your chin, forcing your head to turn and started to lean in close. This wouldn’t be the first time you kissed Melo. The nature of you two’s friendship was different than most. The two of you used to date but decided after a couple months that you’d be better as friends. Since you were already comfortable with one another, doing boyfriend-girlfriend things weren’t awkward. Long hugs, cuddling, and occasional kissing weren’t anything to you when it came to him.

Before both of your lips touched the car jerked to the side which made you realize he was still driving.

“Focus on the road!” You said sharply as the car jerked back to the opposite side, making it centered in the road again. Melo was laughing the entire time and you hit him in his chest, “That wasn’t fucking funny. I’m too young to die.”

“Relax, you still alive. Aren’t you? Always overreacting.”

You rolled your eyes and faced front, crossing your arms over one another.

“Aye,” he reached over and gently flicked your cheek, “Fix your face. The shit isn’t that serious for you to be catching an attitude over.”

You pushed his hand away, keeping your eyes in front of you.

“Cmon man, don’t start this. We were just having a good time.”

You kept quiet and you heard him sigh loudly. A second later you felt a hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down.

“You wanna get some food later?” He asked, knowing that that phrase alone would get your attitude in check.

“What kind?”

“Del Taco?”

You unfolded you arms and Melo laughed, “You so fucking fat.”

“Aht, don’t fuck up nigga. I’ll catch my attitude all over again.”

He nodded, “Heard you. I take it back.”

“As you should.” You said as you picked up your phone to play some games to pass the time. You settled on temple run, tapping your nails against the screen as you waiting for the game to load.

You squealed excitedly when you saw a text from Shareef pop up at the top of your screen. Melo glanced over at you confused as you typed up a response.

“Who you talking to?” He asked, trying to see what was happening on your phone screen.

“Shareef.” You answered and almost instantly heard him suck his teeth. You ignored his clear distaste for your crush and asked, “He asked if I’m sliding through, do you think ‘Yea, can’t wait to see you’ is good or does that make me sound too eager?”

“How about you just don’t text the nigga at all or you text him no and we just don’t go to the party at all.”

“Melo,” you whined, “I really like him, can you set aside the hate you have for him, please? For me?”

“Why do you even like him so much?”

“Well he’s kind,”

“Any one can be ‘kind’. Next.”

“He makes me laugh,”

“That’s not a valid reason. Clowns can do that. Then again, he is a clown ass nigga so,” Melo shrugged his shoulders and you rolled your eyes, deciding to ignore the statement.

“He’s cute,”

“He look like a big toe.”

“Melo! No he does not!”

“Yes he do. And his teeth all crooked. He need some braces. In fact, remind me to give dude my dentist’s number.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to list your reasons,

“He listens to me,”

Melo sucked his teeth, “So I don’t listen to you?”

“Where did you even get that from? See, now you’re just pulling shit out of thin air to be mad about. What is your problem?”

“Nothing. I just think it’s wild how this nigga come into the picture and all of a sudden I’m getting wiped out of it.”

“Melo what are you talking about?”

“So we just about to act like you haven’t been texting or calling me as much? And we finna act like you don’t want to come see me no more cause you’re always with him?”

“That is not true.”

“Yes it is. Wasn’t it just last week I offered to fly you out to Houston to see my game and you said no cause you and that nigga was supposed to be hanging out all weekend?”

“Oh my God, you still mad about that? Grow up.”

“Grow up? So it’s just fuck my feelings now cause he here?”

“How am I supposed to get to know him if I’m always with you?! I can have a life outside of you LaMelo!” You raised your voice slightly as you started to get heated. You didn’t understand why he wasn’t happy for you, he was supposed to be your friend.

“Why do you even want to get to know him! Ain’t shit to know! He don’t do shit, he don’t have shit but his daddy’s money and a fucked up hairline anyways!”

“Okay, now you’re about to get me mad.”

“Oh me talking about your lil boyfriend make you mad? Man fuck him! It’s not like he’s about to wife you no how! He’s probably trying to hit it and quit it, it’s not like you hard to get at.”

You stared at him for a second, wanting to believe that he didn’t just say what he said out of spite of all things.

“Fuck you! Don’t be mad at me because you’re too attached to me to get your own girlfriend!”

“Oh, I’m too attached now? That’s what we going with?”

“Nigga that’s what’s been happening! You’re so jealous you can’t even let me be happy!”

The two of you pulled up in front of the house party and he stopped the car, leaned back in his seat and looked down at you.

“Alright shut the fuck up. You about to get me hot.”

“Now you want to be a pussy when I tell you the truth. Typical.”

“I said shut the fuck up bruh. I’m not tryna get mad at you.”

You turned towards him in your seat, “You know what your problem is? You can’t get over that lil relationship we had. You need to build a bridge and leave that shit in the past, it was never that serious.” You said. Deep down you didn’t mean it but he already took the argument too far by calling you an easy fuck.

His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth behind his closed lips and his brows furrowed ever so slightly, leaving a small crease in his forehead.

“Oh, so now you don’t got shit to say no more?” You questioned, looking up at him.

He picked up his key and phone, opened the door and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. You watched as he was walked into the party leaving you behind. You blew out some air to calm yourself down before grabbing your things and getting out.

When you walked into the house you couldn’t spot Melo anywhere but your attention was quickly taken away from trying to find him when you felt an arm snake around your waist. You looked up at Shareef, a smile spreading across your face.

“Hey!” You greeted.

“Hey. You look good.” He replied, pulling you into a quick side hug. “Those shoes are fire.”

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t think you were coming still. You read my text and didn’t reply.”

“Oh! My bad I just.. I got distracted on my way here.”

“Uh huh. You came with your boy?” He asked referring to Melo.

“Yeah.”

“He just walked in here looking mad at the world. Y’all had an argument or sum in the car?”

Shareef started to walk you around the house, away from the main party.

“Something like that. We just didn’t see eye to eye on something.. can we not talk about him, I’m here with you right now, I want to focus on you.” You looked up at Shareef, smiling.

For the next couple hours you hung out with Shareef in the backyard by the fire pit. There were a couple chairs set up in a circle around it so the both of you made yourselves welcome. The two of you talked about any and everything, only leaving to go refill your drinks a few times throughout the night.

“So that’s why I decided to do indisciplinary studies instead of just majoring in one thing.”

You nodded as Shareef finished telling you about his college plans. You liked that he was so goal focused and not all of his goals in life pertained to having a career in the nba like his dad.

“So-” you were cut off by the sound of a familiar voice.

“Yo!”

Both you and Shareef turned to be met with his friend Josh Christopher who you’ve only met a handful of times, another 2 friends you didn’t know and.. Melo.. with a girl under his arm. They all had girls with them but Melo stuck out to you the most.

“Y’all mind if we sit?” Josh asked, already picking a chair and sitting down.

“Go ahead.” Reef said and you just smiled politely watching all of them sit and pull the girls they were with into their laps since there weren’t enough chairs.

You crossed your ankles, feeling uncomfortable as Melo took a seat directly across from you. You still felt tense about the argument the two of you had earlier but he didn’t seem to care much anymore as he was feeling up the girl, who wouldn’t stop giggling, in front of you.

Everyone started to talk as a group and you said a few things here and there but mainly kept to yourself.

“So, Reef,” Josh said getting everyone’s attention, “I don’t mean to be nosy or nothing.. but imma be nosy, what’s going on with you and her?” He nodded his head towards you.

“Whatchu mean?” Shareef laughed

“You know what I mean. Is that your girl? Is future Mrs. O’Neil in our presence?”

Shareef looked over at you, “You wanna be future Mrs. O’Neil?” He asked, a wide smile on his face.

You returned the smile and shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see.” You laughed. You managed to catch Melo’s glare as you turned your head. He had completely stopped giving the girl in his lap attention and his eyes were dead set on you as he wore the same expression he did in the car before he stormed out earlier.

You ignored his dirty look and him, looking back at Shareef as the two of you got back into your own conversation.

“Did I already tell you you look good tonight?” He asked as he moved closer to you.

“I believe you did.” You grinned, also moving closer to him. You had already shut Melo out of your mind.

“Well, just to let you know, you look good tonight.” He commented and you responded with a giggle, “Nah, but for real, you look good. I like your makeup and that shiny stuff you got on your lips.”

“My lipgloss?” You questioned, cocking a brow at the fact he acted as though he didn’t know what lipgloss was.

“Mhm. It smells nice. Like strawberries.”

“It’s strawberry flavored. Fun fact.”

“Does it taste like strawberries too?” He was getting very close to your face, you could almost feel his breath against you.

You leaned in, further closing the small gap between you two and whispered, “Find out.”

You were caught of guard when instead of feeling Shareef’s lips against yours you felt yourself getting pulled back and stood up. You looked back as you were quickly being dragged away from the group and of course, Melo was the one pulling you away.

He was facing the house so you couldn’t see his face.

“Melo! Let me go!” You struggled out, trying to yank your arm out of his grip, which only made him hold on tighter.

“Aye!” You looked back at the group, seeing Shareef stand up while everyone else looked amongst themselves in confusion.

Shareef grabbed your free arm making Melo stop and look back at him.

“Whatchu doing bruh? Let her go.” Reef said as he tugged you towards him.

“Imma give you 2 seconds to let go of her before I punch you dead in your shit.”

“I don’t want to fight you. We in public bro, just chill out and let her go.”

“One.”

“I know you her friend and all but you’re overdoing this shit. I know you’re not about to hit me in front of all these-”

Before Shareef could finish his sentence, one of Melo’s fists went flying at his face. Luckily, he dodged it but that didn’t stop Melo from swinging again.

“Melo! Chill out!” You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back.

“Yo, go talk to your boy. He wildin’.” Shareef had already let you go by now.

“I will. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back.” You told him as Melo had already started pulling you away again.

“You won’t.” You heard Melo grumble as he pulled out through the back door of the house.

“Slow down!” You said as he brought you upstairs before opening a door and pushing you inside the room. The door closed and you heard a click as the door locked. He flipped on the light and you could now see he brought you into a bathroom.

You looked back at him, an angry expression on your face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He didn’t respond as he backed you up into the counter behind you. He reached behind you and picked up a small towel and then grabbed your face. “What are you-”

“Shut the fuck up. Damn! You talk to much.” He cut you off harshly before starting to roughly wipe the lipgloss off of your lips.

“You got me all the way fucked up right now.” He continued to grumble as he flipped on the tap behind you and wet the towel before bringing it back to your lips and wiping again, “Do it taste like strawberries too? Find out,” he mocked, “I can’t believe your ass.” He grumbled as he continued to wipe.

You pushed his hand away from your mouth, “What is your issue?!”

“Don’t ask me no stupid shit like that. You know exactly what my issue is.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t see why you had to come and embarrass me in front of everyone like that.” You hit his chest which made him take a step back.

“I embarrassed you?” He said shocked, as if he wasn’t the one in the wrong.

“YES!” You said louder than you had intended for it to come out. You almost felt like crying thinking back on what had just taken place. “What is your issue today?! First you basically call me an easy hoe in the car and now this?! Did you even for a second stop to think about my feelings?!”

“No.” He shrugged, “Cause you never thought about mine. And don’t act like you didn’t say some foul shit too. Our relationship ‘was never that serious’ you remember that?”

“You can’t use that against me, you’re the one that started everything. I don’t understand why you can’t just be happy for me.”

“Be happy for you?” He made a face, “How do you expect me to be happy seeing the woman I love move on and rub that shit in my face? You want me to be happy about that? I tried to tolerate it but you want me to keep a straight face and act like it doesn’t bother me when you give another nigga attention the way you use to give me?” He stepped closer to you, now only a few centimeters separated both of your bodies, “You expect me to sit up here with a straight face as you’re about to kiss someone else? I admit, I was wrong for doing that in front of all those people but can you blame me?… I thought I could keep my shit together and be just friends with you but to be honest,”

He he cut himself off and picked you up and placed you on the counter, standing in between your legs and placed both his hands on either side of you before saying, “I didn’t want to break up to begin with. I’m greedy baby. Ion wanna share you with nobody.” His soft lips brushed against yours before capturing them in a warm kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your arms snaked around his neck.

His lips moved down to your neck, you moaned as you felt his teeth gently bite down on your skin while he kissed and sucked around the area. You already knew he’d leave a hickey. One of his hands started to creep up your shirt, gently tracing your stomach before making its way to your back and unhooked your bra. He pulled away from your neck and pulled your shirt off of you from the bottom, up and discarded it behind him before sliding each of your bra straps off your shoulders and tossing the bra on the floor like he did your shirt.

He placed his lips back on yours as his both of his hands started to fondle your breasts. He lightly squeezed the left one and pinched your right nipple with his other hand which made you squeal. He chuckled into the kiss and did it again, this time pinching both nipples harder than he had before which evoked the same sound from you.

“Be gentle, they’re sensitive.” You mumbled.

“I know,” he mumbled back, repeating the same action again, smiling as he watched you pull away from the kiss, throwing your head back slightly with your eyes shut tightly, “That’s why I like doing it.”

He brought you back into the kiss, moving his hands from your breasts (to your relief) and placed them by your sides. A moment later his hands got busy again, with his right one unzipping your jeans while the left one spread your legs further. His right hand snaked into your pants. You were dripping in anticipation, waiting to feel his fingers stroke your sensitive skin but instead he touched you from outside your panties. You felt his index finger rub your clit through the thin fabric and whimpered out needily, “Melo please,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss.

“Please, what?”

“Touch me.” It was torture having his finger so close but feeling so far.

Instead of doing what you asked oh so kindly for he removed his hand and went back to undressing you. He stepped back and grabbed one of your feet, untying one of your sneakers and setting it down on the ground before moving to the other one, untying the laces painfully slow. Once your sneakers were off he grabbed the waistband of your jeans and started to pull the article of clothing off of your legs. Once half your thigh was exposed he bent down and pressed a kiss on one of your thighs. “This was always my favorite part of your body.” He said quietly as he continued to pull your jeans down your legs. He pulled them off the rest of the way and let them fall to the ground after he pulled them off your ankles.

He refocused his attention back on your thighs, pressing a few, scattered, soft kisses on them as he inched back up towards your pussy. He licked your inner thigh, making you shiver before saying, “This,” he took his index finger and pressed it directly against your clit, “Is my second favorite part of you.”

Your hands grabbed the hem of your panties and tried to pull them down but he stopped you, lightly smacking away your hands and stood up straight once more.

“Melo..” you whined as you watched his lips stray farther and farther away from your pussy.

“Uh uh, no whining, you fucked up yourself.” He leaned in close, “What’s my one rule when we making love?”

“Not to touch myself.” You replied quietly, “But you were teasing.”

“That don’t matter my love.” He pecked your lips, “A rule is a rule.”

He pulled away and took off his shirt. You watched as his tanned abs and then his number 1 tattoo on his chest were exposed. He dropped his shirt on the ground and you took in his appearance for a second. His gold chains were shining under the light. You watched as he slipped off his shoes and then took a step back before waving you over and then pointing a finger down on the ground. You slid off the counter and got your knees in front of him. No words needed to be said, you knew what he wanted. You slid his slim-fit sweatpants down his legs. He made it easier for you by kicking them off his ankles.

You reached up, your hands feeling the bulge in his underwear. You looked up into his eyes, putting on your most innocent look face as your lips pressed against his tip through the fabric before you lightly drug your tongue against it. You could feel his hard on strain against the fabric as you did so. You, wanting him in your mouth already and too eager to continue teasing, pulled his underwear down his legs. His dick sprung out, almost hitting his stomach.

Your mouth hung open slightly as your eyes focused on all maybe 8 or 9 inches of his length. It throbbed slightly, some precum leaking out of the tip and down the base. Melo grabbed the base of his dick and guided it towards your lips, only needing to say “Open,” before you parted your lips and let him push each inch into your mouth.

You bobbed your head, guiding your tongue all along his length, outlining each vein, before moving it back to the tip, swirling it around. “Fuck,” he rasped out as his hands tangled in your hair, giving him a good grip on your head. He tried to push more of himself into your mouth but you stopped him, pulling back. “It can’t fit all in my mouth,” you said, using the time his dick was out of your mouth to catch your breath. “We’ll make it fit down your throat then.” He said as he pushed his shaft back into your mouth. When you felt his tip hit the back of your throat you gagged loudly to which he instructed, “Relax. Relax your throat.”

You did as he said, relaxing the best you could as you felt the tip of his dick move past the back of your throat and downward. You watched as each inch disappeared and your nose pressed against his stomach. “Good girl,” you heard him remark in a breathy moan. He pulled back again to let you breath before pushing his entire length down your throat once more. He got into rhythm, fucking your throat and guiding your head. It got sloppy quick, saliva dripping off of his dick and onto the floor and onto the both of you in the process. He thrusted down your throat one last time before cumming with a loud moan. You nearly choked as he came ropes down your throat without warning but somehow survived it without one gag. He pulled his saliva coated dick out of your mouth with a satisfied sigh and you swallowed the left over cum and saliva in your mouth.

He scooped you up and you felt yourself being set back on the counter. To your surprise he kissed you, rolling his tongue against yours as he slipped off your panties. Your juices had leaked through them and were starting to come down your legs. Something about sucking dick made you so horny. Melo’s head dipped down but you grabbed it, saying, “Just fuck me.” You didn’t even want head anymore. He did as you wanted, pressing his tip against your entrance before pushing in each inch of his dick slowly. You let out a satisfied moan, enjoying the feeling of having him back inside you after so long. He placed his head in the crook of your neck as his dick bottomed out inside you and you gripped his shoulders. You felt his lips brush against your ear before hearing, “It feels so good to be in my pussy again,” before he pulled out and thrust back in roughly, “And no other nigga better have been in it.” You let out a moan in response while shaking your head.

He fucked you like a mad man, thrusting in out of you faster and harder than you could comprehend. Your eyes started to subconsciously roll to the back of your head and your mouth hung open as a trail of endless moans left your lips. “You feel so good,” he whispered in your ear which set you off. You cleaned around his shaft, your nails gripped his back tighter and you started to cum all over his dick to which he responded with a groan saying, “You don’t know how good that feels,”

He fucked you on the counter for a few more minutes before you felt yourself getting picked up. Without missing a beat, or pulling out of you he switched your position, having you now bent over the counter. He gave your head him towards the mirror, “I want you to watch while we make love.” He leaned in close, switching the pass or his thrusts. “How does it feel?” He asked as he placed a kiss on your neck.

“I-it feels..” you struggled to get out, trying to keep your head up like he wanted.

The kisses moved from your neck to your cheek, “How it feel baby, talk to me.”

“It feels good.” You moaned out, “It feels so good daddy.”

“There you go,” he said as his thrusts picked up again. You let out another embarrassingly loud moan when you felt his fingers rub your very sensitive clit and he asked, “You love me? Hm?” Before feeling a kiss on your shoulder blade.

“Yes baby, oh my god, I love you so muchhh.”

He chuckled before using his free hand to face your face towards him. He pressed his lips against yours, trying to give you a kiss but you were moaning too much to kiss him back. He faced your head back towards the mirror, “You not letting no nigga take my place again, right?”

“Noo, never again,” you replied breathlessly before letting out another loud moan as you came everywhere once again.

“Good.” He placed a small peck on your cheek and let go of your head and moved his other hand from your pussy. He then gripped both of your arms and held them behind your back as he stood up straight and fucked you mercilessly.

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I didn’t think I’d finish this today, but here I am, hours later lmao. I hope you all enjoyed. People have been asking me to do an imagine where Melo likes his best friend and they have sex for so long lmao so I hope this satisfied those anons.

Side note: imagine Melo telling you he doesn’t want to share you with nobody else but himself 😩

Please excuse any errors. I’m tired lol.

[matbarzyy]

Edge of Desire

A/N: Well, writing this has been... insteresting to say the least. This is obviously just a lot of smut, if you’re not comfortable with that please just stay away from it. I drew that header the other day just because I wanted to make a quick cute thing for this fic, I kinda like it so here it is.

Word count: 6025

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), a little dominant Mat, overstimulation, overall just pure filth

Summary: Basically plotless smut

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“You went shopping?” Mat’s head perked up from the back of the couch when he turned around to see you carrying a few bags.

He knew you almost always brought something back for him, whether it was a shirt that you figured would suit him well or a few of his favorite chocolates. It was only his second day back in New York after visiting his family for two weeks while you were stuck working and couldn’t travel, so he knew he could have expectations.

He looked a little different than the last time he was home, having taken some time to let his beard grow. You had seen the beginning of it before he left, but it was grown enough to look good now.

“Mmh,” You barely answered, walking away into your shared bedroom without another word.

At that, Mat frowned.

You normally always told him what you bought, you showed off new outfits or excitedly rambled about why you absolutely had to get this new book. He pushed himself up from the couch and trailed behind you, knocking on the open door quietly before looking down at the bags.

“Got anything nice?” He forgot about your silence the second he spotted the lingerie brand logo he knew all too well. “Can I look?” Mat reached for it, not waiting for your answer because he was used to you letting him.

“No,” You snatched the bag away from him. “Be patient,”

“But-”

“No buts. You came back late last night when I was tired after work and you were tired from travelling,” You had gone straight to sleep, both of you wanting to cuddle and do more but far too exhausted for it. “So I’m going to cook us something nice for lunch, and then maybe I’ll let you see what’s in that bag,”

“What’s the plan after lunch?” Mat had a feeling he was about to like your answer.

“You can pick whatever you want, as long as it involves no other people and absolutely no clothes,”

Mat ate so fast you almost scolded him for not trying to enjoy what you had spent time preparing a little more. You made something light, knowing you wouldn’t want a stomach full of food when you were about to have sex. You knew he appreciated the efforts, and he definitely loved the food, but he was more excited about what was to come after that. You had changed after cooking, and he was sure you were wearing some new set under the silky blue robe you had loosely tied around your waist before you sat with him.

“I’ll tidy,” Mat took both of your plates to the dishwasher and hurried to put everything away. He gave the counters a quick wipe, knowing you’d tell him off if he didn’t clean properly, and a minute later he was standing in front of you still sitting at the table. “So?” He bit his lip, bouncing on the ball of his feet.

“Someone’s eager,” You pushed your chair back and got up slowly, letting the anticipation build for a little longer.

“Someone’s had to go without touching you for way too long,”

“I know, me too,” You soothed him as you took a few steps closer, setting your hands on his chest and angling your head up for a kiss.

Despite the urgency in Mat’s words, his touches were soft. He liked building things up slowly, teasing until you pleaded and begged for what you needed most.

“Can I take that off now?” He murmured into your mouth, hands at the knot on your waist. You wore this often enough at home that he knew he’d get it undone with one pull, but he still awaited your words.

“Yes, anything you want,” You looked up at him, pupils dilated with lust while Mat took in your words. You did say earlier that he could pick the plans, but this was just the confirmation he had been waiting for to take control.

“Anything I want, eh?” He pulled to undo the knot and took two step backs to admire you. “I don’t know if I want to spend the next hour leaving kisses on every inch of your skin or if I just want to bend you over the kitchen counter and keep you there until your legs can’t hold you up anymore,”

“I can’t handle a lot of teasing,” You let the material fall off your shoulders, watching Mat’s eyes trail over your whole body as you slowly exposed more skin.

“Me neither baby,” He nearly groaned when the material fell to your feet. “Fuck this is pretty, it’s such a shame that I’m about to rip it off you,”

“Don’t rip it,” You protested softly, coming close to him again to feel his warmth. There was a time when you would have been self conscious wearing so little with him fully dressed, but you had grown comfortable around him over the years. “I wanna wear it again,”

“Oh yeah?” His hands found your hips, running over your skin in a way that made you shiver. Mat smiled, he loved watching you react to his touches.

“Mmh, under a pretty dress next time there’s some charity dinner. It’ll be a nice surprise for you at the end of a boring evening,” You could already picture it, you had been in that situation many times before. Mat was sweet, he had patience, but those events weren’t worth the effort, and you had to lift his mood at the end of several nights.

“I like that,” He nodded, leaning down and capturing your lips with his once more.

Warmth flooded through you instantly, getting you to squeeze your legs together as you pressed yourself against Mat’s body. He tightened his grip on you, keeping you there as he deepened the kiss and snuck his knee between your thighs. You whimpered into his mouth quietly at the gesture, it was one of your favourite things.

Mat knew you liked to rub against his thigh whenever you made out, it had always been a thing between you, but it still made you swoon every time he remembered to do that for you.

“Please,” You gasped when his lips travelled to your neck. You needed to catch your breath from the kiss, but Mat didn’t seem to care. He hadn’t gotten to touch you in too long, and he was about to make up for it. It was still relatively early in the afternoon but you both knew this would last until night fell. “Please,” You whimpered again, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.

“Baby,” He chuckled breathlessly. “What are you begging for? I haven’t even done anything yet,”

“I’ve been thinking of this since you got back, I just really need to come, please,”

“Oh love,” He gently backed you up against the kitchen counter. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have ruined that pretty makeup crying because of how sensitive you are,”

“I don’t care, I want it,” You sounded a little whiny, but Mat did always like it when you were desperate for him.

“Mmh, promise you’ll take it all like a good girl? Even when it gets too much?” He traced his thumb over your lips, pulling your bottom lip down and letting it pop back in place.

“I promise Mat,” You gasped a little when his hand made you part your legs.

“Good,” He cupped your pussy and felt you rock against his hand.

You were already overheating, but Mat didn’t hesitate to push your panties to the side and slide two of his fingers inside of you. The moan that left your mouth made his breath hitch in his throat.

“Fuck I missed those moans,” His blood rushed straight south, and he pulled his fingers away with a groan. “Look at you already dripping down my fingers,”

“You feel so good,” You had no idea how he did it, but it never took more than a few touches for you to become a mess.

“C’mere,” Mat cupped the side of your neck to hold your head still as he brought his glistening fingers up to your mouth. You didn’t hesitate to suck them in, cleaning them with your tongue with your eyes still trained on Mat’s. “Gonna make you come,” He slid the hand that was on your neck down your body to your ass. “And then I’m gonna watch you suck on my cock just like that,” His fingers went deeper into your mouth, making you gag.

You didn’t get to say anything back when he removed them, satisfied with how well you were behaving, because he immediately used them to rub over your clit through the fabric of your panties. You caught onto his shoulders to stay up on your feet, biting back another embarrassing moan until two of his fingers found their way into you again.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Mat mumbled against your skin, his face hidden in your neck as he bit and sucked to leave marks on you. His fingers were doing more than enough for you, curling into your sweet spot and rubbing it over and over again, but you couldn’t help and think of how amazing his lips would feel sucking on your clit rather than your neck.

Just the thought made you clench, and you felt Mat grin against your neck.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you, you had spent countless nights exploring each other until you both learned the best ways to tease and make the other come undone. His fingers curled rhythmically as he moved them in and out of you, the heel of his hand grinding onto your clit.

It was all you’d need and he knew it, his lips on yours muffling your whimpers as he kissed you. There was a type of need in that kiss that came from the distance. Mat never liked spending time away from you, because as much as he could catch up on sex by spending the whole day making you come, he couldn’t catch up on the moments he had missed. He couldn’t catch up on hugging you tight and congratulating you when you got a promotion, he couldn’t catch up on sitting in a bath with you after a stressful day, he couldn’t catch up on making you laugh while acting like a dork in the kitchen and distracting you from cooking.

“Mat,” You whispered against his lips, nails digging into his shoulders.

“I know,” He breathed out against your mouth, giving you one more kiss before he pulled away enough to look at you. “Come on baby,” He sped his fingers up, watching you fall apart and spill all over his fingers.

It was the strongest orgasm you had since he was gone. Nothing you did to yourself could feel as good as Mat’s touch.

He worked you through it despite the way your hips moved and how hard your pussy clenched. If you hadn’t been pressed between him and the counter you would have never been able to stand, and Mat knew that. He pulled his fingers out slowly while you calmed down, falling into his arms while he gently held you to his chest.

“Better?” He asked, watching you nod eagerly. Your mind was still fuzzy from your high and you were blissfully relaxed. “Come over here,” He guided you towards the couch, letting himself fall into it with his thighs spread wide open.

You didn’t need to ask to know he wanted you on your knees.

He pulled his shirt over his head without a word, messing up his hair and somehow making him look even hotter while he let it fall next to him on the couch. You were patiently waiting, looking up at him with your hands in your lap while he shimmied out of his jeans to make it easier for you.

Your lips found his inner thighs first. You started low, close to his knee before you worked your way up the strong muscles and left some purple ovals there to remind him of this for the next few days. Mat leaned back into the couch with a satisfied hum, his head hanging low to watch you.

His cock was very obviously straining against the fabric of his boxers, and you didn’t make him wait much longer before cupping him with your hand, using the other one to caress over his thigh. Mat grunted quietly, licking his lips when you looked up at him and giving you an encouraging little nod.

You obeyed wordlessly, bringing your lips to kiss him over his boxers, working your way up to his waistband. There, you hooked your fingers into it and moved back to pull the material down his legs. His cock stood proudly, waiting for your attention, and Mat slid a cushion to the floor before you could kneel back in between his legs.

“Thanks,” You whispered, lips attached to his inner thigh on a spot you knew was sensitive while your hand gently began to stroke his cock.

A loud exhale fell from his lips, and you followed up with a lick of the underside of his cock from his base to his tip. Mat’s thighs clenched at that, filling you with pride. He affected you easily, but so did you.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, tasting the precum that was leaking from him before you sucked with a hum. Your saliva was slowly making him wetter, allowing you to take more and more of him into your mouth to hear the beautiful moans he could never contain when you went down on him.

You felt a little bold, so you tried to go further to feel him hit the back of your throat, but it only made you gag. You had to pull off for a second, coughing a little before you went right back to his cock.

“Take it easy,” Mat pulled your hair back so that it wouldn’t fall in your face, and he used his gentle grip to guide you. “Just like that baby,” He moaned when you focused on sucking on the head of his cock, moving your tongue around him before bobbing your head and slowly sinking down further.

Praises fell from his lips continuously, accompanied by little moans that increased when you brought your hand to tease his balls and followed by sucking on them too. You could tell he was getting close, you were always good at getting him to the edge fast when you sucked him.

His eyes never left you, they were on your every time you looked up at him, darkened by desire. You were so beautiful like that, always so eager to please, and the enthusiasm you put into you made things ten times better for Mat. He loved hearing how much you liked it, hearing you beg for it, feeling how wet you could get just from sucking him.

“Fuck baby, stop,” He forced himself to groan. He was dangerously close, and he could have finished right there in your mouth, but he wanted your pussy more than that.

The way his hand pulled on your hair turned you on, he was never harsh with it but he always used it to guide you. It reminded you of the night you spent together before he left, your ass up in the air with your chest pressed into the mattress while Mat held your hair to make you arch your back.

You went back to kissing his inner thighs after one last suck, obeying him and waiting to see what he wanted you to do next. Mat spaced out for a second, trying to regain control of himself but getting distracted by how good your mouth felt on him.

“Maty?” You asked quietly, looking up at him and awaiting his instructions. You would gladly take him back into your mouth if that was what he wanted, you just needed his permission to do so.

“C’mere,” He patted his lap and motioned you up, his back resting against the couch while you settled yourself over his thighs. “That’s a very pretty set you got baby, but it’s kind of getting in the way now,” Mat’s hands travelled up your ribs until his thumbs could brush over your nipples through the lace. “I think it’s about time it comes off,” He watched your nod and shook his head lightly. “I want words,”

“Yes,” You replied, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra and let it fall somewhere by the couch.

“God you’re beautiful,” Mat sighed as he took in the sight of your chest, lightly pinching your nipples and rolling them to hear you gasp. You often felt self conscious around him, you never got to work out as much as he did, but his almost constant compliments boosted your confidence.

He was never short of kind words and praises for you, and you returned them as often as you could, whether it was through touches, looks or words. His lips soon followed his fingers, attaching themselves to your chest and littering it with pretty red marks he was sure to spend time admiring for the next few days.

His teeth bit and tugged gently, never stopping until a little whimper had fallen from your lips because of the bit of pain that came with the pinching. You weren’t always in the mood for it, but if the way you rolled your hips against him was any indication, Mat would say today was one of the days he could bite a little harder.

Your panties were completely ruined from the way you were dripping, still wearing them even though they were in the way of everything you wanted to do with Mat.

“These need to fucking go,” He practically growled when he felt the material against his cock. He was done playing, he needed to get rid of anything that was between your bodies.

“Mathew don’t-” You barely had a chance to say anything before his hands were at your sides, grabbing onto the delicate lace and ripping it apart.

You pouted as it fell to the floor, but the hunger in Mat’s eyes was too strong for him to care. He could buy you a new set later to make up for it.

“Come on baby,” He cupped your ass and pulled you onto him, getting your pussy to rub hard against his cock. Your eyes rolled back at the perfect friction you felt on your clit, but you didn’t get a chance to feel it again before Mat lifted you and placed the head of his cock as your entrance.

You sat down on him slightly, feeling him stretch your walls a little while his hands caressed the sides of your thighs and waist.

“You’re so big,” You winced as you moved down, holding him tighter and turning your head to hide it into his neck. No matter how many times you were with him, it always took you a minute to adjust to his size. Mat wasn’t small by any means.

“Come on baby,” He gave your ass a gentle squeeze in response. “You’re almost there,”

“Mmh,” You hummed your assent, slowly sinking down on him further until you were so full of him tears brimmed in your eyes.

“Fuck yes,” He moaned, feeling your ass meet his thighs. “You’re doing so good baby,”

His hands guided you to move slowly, making you roll your hips rather than lift yourself so that he could stay all the way inside of you for a little bit longer. The clenches of your pussy around him made his moans mix with yours, deep sounds that went straight to your core and made you drip over him.

Your bodies were closer than ever, Mat’s chest pressed against yours and your head in his neck while you clutched his back and lifted yourself to give him what you knew he was patiently waiting for. Your nails digged into his back, dragging over his skin and leaving scratches he’d tease you for but secretly loved. He liked leaving hickeys to mark you as his, and he enjoyed being marked as yours just as much.

The whole team knew how well he could fuck you just from the marks they saw on his body when they showered after practice, which earned you a few misplaced winks from Tito whenever he said “easy tiger” as a joke.

“I don’t know how long I can hold on,” You whimpered, lifting your head as well as you could to look into his eyes. Your hips followed a steady rhythm, lifting yourself off his cock and sinking back down fully every time to feel all of him.

It felt so overwhelmingly good that tears began to slowly roll down your cheeks, small whines escaping you every time he pressed against your sweet spot.

“Look at you,” Mat cupped your face, leaning forward to kiss the tears off your cheeks. “Such a good girl fucking yourself on my cock like that,”

“It’s so good Mat, I missed it so much,” You got wordier than usual. He was always the one with the dirty mouth, whispering sinful things to you as a joke at first until he realised how much it turned you on. He had kept on doing it ever since, using it to make you react or to hear you give him the go ahead with anything he might want to try.

“Yeah? Tell me exactly what you missed.” He mouthed at your jaw for a second, giving it a little nip that made your whole body tighten in surprise.

“I missed your cock,” You gasped while he nodded, encouraging you to keep on talking. “Missed you filling me with your cum,” You fell forward against him, nuzzling your face into his neck and pressing your chest to his to feel closer again. Mat’s reaction to your words was loud, and he followed his moan with a newfound grip on your hips to guide you to keep bouncing your ass. You knew you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingers in a few hours.

“Faster,” He ordered you, panting and pulling your hips down hard to accompany his statement.

“I’m so close,” You choked out, barely holding on. The slow start had already gotten you close to the edge, and speeding up had your body trembling with anticipation of a release.

“Don’t stop,” His moan almost made you come right there and his abs clenched while his thighs trembled as he approached his high too. He didn’t want you to come first, he needed a release he could ride out without worrying about making you overly sensitive. He had long plans for the night, but there was only so much your body could handle.

You struggled to keep up with the rhythm he set, whimpering your way through every thrust while Mat grunted into your ear and began lifting his hips to meet your movements. You fell apart right there, unable to stop it any longer, and he followed right after you. He whimpered quietly as he filled you, feeling you squeeze around his throbbing cock rhythmically.

“That’s my good girl,” He breathed out the words he knew you always craved to hear. You’d do just about anything for him to tell you that.

Mat smoothed your hair back, the tenderness coating his movements contrasting with the way he was treating you a second ago. You’d both need time to come down, and he never wanted you to get away from him.

You remained close for several minutes, neither of you wanting to accept you’d have to get up at some point. This was the closest you had been able to get in weeks, you weren’t ready for it to be over yet. You had missed everything about him, but a lot of it was simply his presence.

You had missed getting to hug him every day, his smell on the bed sheets, the lingering scent of his body wash in the bathroom after he showered, the sound of his humming when he made you coffee in the morning, the warmth of his skin when he was cuddled up against you. You could still talk when he was away, but nothing could make up for that.

“Can you move baby?” Mat eventually whispered, hands trailing up and down your spine. He wasn’t too comfortable, and if he was only going to hold you he’d rather just do that in bed.

“Mmh,” You got up on wobbly legs, feeling your wetness and Mat’s cum drip down your thighs.

He noticed too and reached forward to catch it with his fingers before bringing it straight back to your pussy. He cupped you with his whole palm, a strangled noise coming from you while he rubbed against your slick folds gently, mixing your fluids and watching you struggle to keep standing.

“I can’t stand,” You leaned to rest your hands on his shoulders, your chest so close to his face that he couldn’t resist. He sucked one of your hard nipples into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth, chuckling when your knees buckled and you almost fell over him.

“Bedroom, now,” He decided as he pulled away, dropping his hand and carelessly wiping it on his thigh as he got up. You were about to make a mess on the bed anyway, he’d worry about it later.

You fell back on the bed and adjusted a pillow behind your head, smiling without bothering to hide yourself. Mat fell in love all over again at the sight, he didn’t get to admire you much at the start of your relationship, you were too self conscious, but after all the time you had spent together you were now comfortable around him. You still had your insecurities but you never felt the need to hide.

He crawled on top of you slowly, resting enough of his weight on top of you to pin you down while making sure he wouldn’t crush you. Your legs were parted to accommodate him so that you were both settled comfortably with smiles on your faces.

“I love you,” You rubbed your thumb over the back of his neck, craving more affection.

“I love you too,” Mat kissed the tip of your nose. “So much,” He knew you liked him handling you roughly from time to time, but you needed love and reassurance.

You had talked and set limits about what was safe to try a long time ago when you started getting a little kinky together, but it hadn’t been enough. You spent too much time thinking of the physical aspect of things and forgot about the emotional side. Everything Mat did had been discussed, it was all supposed to be okay, but you quickly found out you weren’t into it by how fast you blurted out your safeword one night. You liked him being dominant, yes, but you didn’t like feeling used.

Mat was too freaked out to try again for a while, he had done no harm but he was scared he would, so he put a stop to it for some months.

It took more talks and fine tuning to get back into playing like that. All you needed was his reassurance, so you both switched things up to a dynamic that had to do with praise and made sure to take time in between rough moments for softer ones.

Mat was always careful, he knew he’d be pushing your limits tonight and he needed to make sure he could do that safely. Giving you kisses and repeating how much he loved you was his way of making sure you’d feel safe and relaxed.

You knew he’d never hurt you, and that he’d never let you feel self conscious about a single thing.

Your hand moved from the back of his neck to his face while you observed him, committing this image to your memory. He looked different than when he left. He was just as pretty, but the beard changed his face and you had been waiting so see what it’d be like in person.

“You like the beard baby?” He smiled softly, watching the way your eyes took him in.

“It feels different,” You let your knuckles run over his cheek, feeling how rough it was from the usual soft shaven skin or light stubble.

“Good or bad different?”

“Good, but I don’t know if it’s better than usual. You look beautiful either way,” You were getting lost in his eyes, your body blissfully relaxed against the mattress now that he had helped you calm down.

“How about,” Mat paused for a second to place a kiss on your palm. “You let me know how it feels against your thighs and pussy, mmh?” Your eyes widened at his words, and he watched the way your lips parted slightly. “You want that baby?”

His eyes looked so innocent, so soft and gentle, and it only made his words more powerful. You were already about to explode just from the way he talked, you’d last absolutely no time with his mouth on you.

“Yes,” You managed to whisper loud enough that it reached his ears, and Mat wasted no time.

His lips fell to your neck to add marks to the collection that was already blooming on your skin. He was all too aware of the kind of moans he was sometimes about to pull out of you just from that, and he wanted to hear them. Your fingers found purchase in his hair, threading through the strands and gently guiding his head down to your collarbone to get him towards the place you actually needed him.

Mat caught on easily, smiling against your skin and spending a little less time on your chest than he normally would to focus on trailing down to your inner thighs instead. He could spend hours kissing, licking and nipping at your sides until you writhed underneath him, but it would only make you too impatient.

The sight of his head between your legs was enough teasing for you already. No matter how much you enjoyed the shivers that ran down your spine when Mat kissed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, nothing beat the actual waves of pleasure that crashed over your body when he sucked on your clit, and you were desperate for him to do just that.

His mouth hovered over your pussy for a second, letting you feel the warmth of his breath while he looked up at you. You were staring at the ceiling, chest rising and falling fast in anticipation. Mat almost moaned knowing he was the one who put you in that state. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your folds and let his tongue come out to lap at your wetness.

He hummed against you and made you shiver before moving your legs to let you rest your heels against his back. Your knees remained spread wide open, letting him access any part of you he wanted. Mat was a little busy to actually see you, but all he could think as he smothered his face in you was that you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Let me hear you baby,” He lifted his head and rested his palm flat on your stomach in anticipation of having to keep you down. “Don’t hold back, I wanna know how good it feels,”

You looked down to meet his eyes when you saw he wasn’t doing anything, and he gave you a soft smile that had nothing to do on his face in a position like this one. His lips parted around your clit, his tongue gently teasing it while he kept the eye contact going. He gave you a tentative suck, earning a quiet moan from you that filled him with satisfaction.

“Good girl,” He mumbled into your pussy before his eyes fell shut and he truly dove in.

Your head fell back and you were thrashing in his arms a second later, unable to keep your hips still and fisting the bed sheets tightly in your hands in hope of anchoring yourself. He was alternating broad licks and sucks with tiny kitten licks that made you squirm, but you only really lost it when he pushed two fingers inside of you.

The wet noises that were coming from his mouth and your pussy were sinful, as were your moans that spurred him on to devour you until you couldn’t think anymore. Mat was eating you out like it was the last time and his fingers curling against your sweet spot had your muscles quivering with pleasure.

“You like that baby?” He barely came up for air, face glistening with your wetness, but you couldn’t even think of letting him have a break.

“Don’t stop,” You whined, a hand flying to his hair and pushing him back down. He made a startled noise but didn’t object, diving right back in with his tongue out to lick over the most sensitive parts of you. “I’m so close, you’re doing so good just please, please don’t stop,”

Your back arched off the bed as he picked up the speed with his fingers, eagerly sucking and flattening his tongue over your clit the way he knew drove you absolutely mad. Mat loved pleasing you, and if you weren’t currently pushing his face down he’d lift it to tell you how much he wanted you to come on his fingers and tongue. You were seconds away from it either way, he could tell from how hard he had to hold you to force you to keep your legs open.

His one arm could only do so much when his other fingers were buried deep inside of your pussy, and you tried your best not to tighten your legs around his head too much when your orgasm hit you. It made your whole body go tight, your walls squeezing so hard around his fingers that he struggled to keep moving them to ride you through it. He moaned in unison with you, proud of himself when he felt the way your body reacted to him.

His tongue moved on you slowly when you began to whimper, breathing slower and letting your legs fall down on the mattress. He tried to avoid your clit, only lapping up your wetness to clean you up although he couldn’t resist teasing it a little just to hear the cute overstimulated noises you were making.

You came down with a blissed out smile on your face, threading your fingers through Mat’s hair and massaging his scalp with the little strength you had left.

“Satisfied?” He rested his head on your thigh, looking up at you with a smirk.

“Mmh,” Your mind was too foggy for you to form many words. “Almost,”

“Almost?” He couldn’t believe it, thinking you would have at least needed a break before you asked for another round.

“Can’t be satisfied until you are,” You nodded, referring to the way he had subconsciously been rutting his hips against the mattress while eating you out to get something out of it.

Mat bit hip lip, wondering how much more you’d be able to handle. You would have said it if you needed some time, but you sounded like you were already waiting for him to fuck you again. He had plans for it, positions he wanted you into because he knew it made him hit you at the perfect angle, but he needed you to be able to hold yourself up.

So, instead of giving in to what you both craved, he got up from the bed and went to retrieve two water bottles from the fridge. It would give you just enough of a break to get ready for what he had left in store.

You both knew the day was still far from over.

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[softomi]

The Worst Wingman in the World

Kuroo Tetsuro

He was your last resort, usually Yaku would help you but sweetheart Yaku was too busy sucking face with the random bar girl in the bathroom. Others were scattered on the dance floor, some still attempting to get drinks, and Kenma refused to come at all. So, he was definitely your last resort. And you really needed him to do this right.

“Okay.” You grip his arm, your nails digging into him just enough for him to yelp, “I swear to god, if you ruin this for me again, I’ll rip your head off.”

Kuroo is nursing the drink in his hand, “Don’t worry, I got this.”

When he attempts to stand up, you pull him back down, “I’m serious Kuroo.” You’re looking at him with pleading eyes, “I really need this.”

He knew you did, having just been dumped by your boyfriend a few weeks ago; this was supposed to be your night to get back in the game. Kuroo only nods, taking his leave to the bar where you have been making increasing eye contact with the cute guy. You’re biting your nails, nervous when Kuroo finally approaches the man. If it was like any other night, Kuroo would be scaring the guy away with random, slightly embarrassing facts about you, but suddenly the man is approaching you. He extends an arm out.

“So? My place?”

You happily get up, “Sure.” He lets you lead the way out, you can only briefly catch the guy saying something to Kuroo.

“Kuroo!” Your hands cover your mouth, watching the guy suddenly fall to the ground. He holds his bleeding nose, you look at Kuroo, knuckles with traces of the man’s blood, “What the hell are you doing?”

Kuroo gives you a smile, waving his hand, “Ah sorry, my fault, my hand slipped.”

Bokuto Koutarou

He had set up the blind date. He told you that it would be a really good guy this time. The last time he said that, you were on a date at a children’s party. But he begged you, promised you, that this time it was a really good guy. You believed him, but how could you not when he told you that the location of said date was at a really fancy restaurant in the more expensive part of town.

“I did good right?” You could practically hear him grinning on the other line.

You laugh, “yes Bo. It’s a really nice place. I don’t think I can even afford this place.”

“Don’t worry about it.” It’s the last thing he says before ending the call, it was how he always was when he started setting you up on dates, his phone calls were quick and short, compared to how he usually was.

You were already taking sips of wine while you waited for your date. When an hour passes, your wine is finished, the workers are actively avoiding you, and you’re trying your best to not call Bokuto sadly. The empty seat in front of you taunts you.

“Bo.” You’re beginning to sniffle, “He’s not here.”

“What?” He exclaims, “It’s over an hour, are you still there?”

“I just stayed just in case.”

You could hear rustling on his side, “I’m on my way.”

Your head perks up, “Wait, don’t.” The call ends before you can even finish and you’re left waiting.

“I’m here!” Everyone turns their head to see him running through the tables. He’s grinning, not a care in the world as everyone stares. The suit fits him snugly, “Sorry to keep you waiting.” He slides into the seat in front of you, casually picking up the menu as the waitress approaches. He closes it shut quickly, “We’ll take two of the most expensive thing on the menu and the most expensive bottle of wine.” He’s actively emphasing ‘expensive’ to the waitress and you can’t help but hide a laugh behind your menu.

As you drink your wine, he receives a phone call. He holds a finger up to let you know he’d be a minute. He’s briefly stepping away from the table as the voice speaks.

“Hey, Bokuto, did you send me to the wrong restaurant? I’ve been waiting forever at a soup dumpling place?”  

Tsukishima Kei

It was like he had a sixth sense, like his super power was knowing when and where a guy would be hitting on you. It was insufferable the way he would just appear just as you’re about to go on a date, accept a love confession, or literally just walk with a guy. Growing up with Tsukishima was already punishment enough, but to have him scare away every boyfriend you’ve ever had was like torture.

“I really like him.” He only grunts in response, you’re pulling the sleeve of his arm, “So please, can you be nice.”

“I can’t promise that.” He’s smiling, this was like entertainment to him.

“Kei!” He finds it amusing seeing you angered, “You know what, this was a mistake, I’m not introducing you to him. You can meet him if we ever get married.” Your phone rings, the hearts on the contact makes him gag, “Kei!”

He’s taken the phone from your grasp, “Hello?”

You kick him in the shin and he bends over in pain as you grasp the cell, “Hey, yeah that was Kei, he’s just messing around.” You elbow him in the side now, “Yep we’re on our way.” You’re pulling him by the ear, “You better be nice or so help me, I will destroy your little dinosaur collection.”

Compared to early, you were an angel. You sat innocently next to the said boyfriend, a blush on your cheeks as you speak softly.

“You know she’s real nice.” Tsukishima leans on his elbow, your eyes are sparkling, perhaps he was about to say something nice about you, “She announces when she’s going to take a dump.”

You kick him from under the table, “Kei!” You sharply say, you’re pretending to laugh, “He’s such a jokester sometimes.”

“You wanna see pics of her without make up.”

You knock his hand, the cell phone accidentally falling into his soup, “Sorry, my mistake.” You’re glaring at him.

Needless to say, Tsukishima scared off another one of your boyfriends. You were glaring at him when he showed up at your door.

“You dropped my phone in soup.” He’s holding his new phone in his hand, “I lost all the pictures on my phone. Now I need new pictures of you to make one as your icon.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi

You usually wouldn’t go to him for anything related to dating or relationships, he was literally the worst person to talk to about that stuff. He wasn’t even expecting to see you today, but you texted him saying that you had left your wallet in his bag from when you two ate lunch. He couldn’t exactly leave practice, thus you ended up poking your head into the gymnasium to make sure they were on a short break before skipping in. Sakusa noticed how heads turned when you entered.

“Are you on break?” You’re whispering, the eyes on you were making you shy, “I didn’t want to walk in during the middle.”

“Yes I’m on break.” Sakusa is leading you to his bag, trying to fish out your wallet. When he’s finally pulled it out and given it to you, that’s when someone approaches.

“Who’s this?” His hand is stretched out in a friendly manner but Sakusa knocks his hand away.

“You haven’t even cleaned your hands yet.”

“What!” The male is shouting, “I totally have! Look at them Omi!” He’s shoving his hand in front of Sakusa’s face to which he leans back with a scowl.

“Atsumu!” The male turns his head when his name is called, the coach calling him back to the court.

Sakusa is walking you out of the gym, you look at him quickly, a light blush on your cheeks, “So, that guy, Atsumu? Is he single?”

He gives you a look of disgust, “Him? Seriously? The guy who doesn’t wash his hands.”

“Kiyoomi!” You’re drawing his name out cutely, “Just answer, yes or no.”

He’s pondering for a second, “I think he said he was seeing someone.”

Your shoulder slump in disappointment, you stretch your arms out above your head with a sigh, “All the cute guys are taken.” You glance at him briefly, “Well, I’m off then. See you later Omi.” You poke your tongue out teasingly at the new nickname for him.

When Sakusa arrives back to the volleyball court, Atsumu comes strutting up to him, “Hey, so your friend? Are you guys dating or is she single?”

Sakusa doesn’t look at the male, “She’s taken.”

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Dance For You ~ JJK [M] [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count:3.1K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluffy and smut

↬↬↬Pairing: Dom!Jungkook x reader

↬↬↬Warnings: Dom!Jungkook, swearing, unprotected sex, lapdance, smut, fluff, reading trying to be a dom, body praise, hair pulling, roughness…mentions ownership.

↬↬↬A/N: Hiya lovely anon, I hope you like this!! Also yes I totally pictured y/n doing this to the song Dance for you by beyonce. If it is not obvious enough I’ve never given a lap dance before in my life so I hope this is okay? I’ve seen dance for you and burlesque enough so I’m basing the movements on that

The evening had been planned out perfectly and everything was waiting for you and Jungkook to get started. You ran your hands over the black lace bodysuit that you had paired with a high waisted black pencil skirt so it would look like an outfit - Jungkook would never let you go out like this but you were running late and would have no time to change. All part of your masterplan for the night.

"Are you almost ready? The boys said they're already there." You smiled softly at yourself in the mirror. Jungkook never had much patience when it came to things like these so you slipped into the black heels and headed towards the staircase.

"I know, just go get into the car I need to find my earrings." You lied. Once you heard his car door open and shut you quickly cleaned up the bedroom and laid out the rose petals around the floor for when you got back. Then you moved the chair you usually used to do your makeup on to the middle of the room and laid rose petals around it before heading down to find Jungkook. His hands were gripped onto the steering wheel so tightly you could see the skin around his knuckles turning white,

"Relax baby I'm on time." You giggled doing up your seatbelt and waiting for him to move but he didn't. He kept the car out of gear and stared at the garage door in front of him,

"Aren't you going to reverse out? Did you forget where the gear stick was?" You teased, you leant across to grab his hand and placed it over the leather gear stick of his car, putting it into reverse until he took over and tried to ignore what you were wearing. You smirked to yourself knowing that he hated showing off what belonged to him, Jungkook was always seen as the innocent one in the group but if only they knew what happened at home. Jungkook wasn't the sweet and innocent maknae that everyone believed him to be no, he was a dom and controlled everything in and outside of the bedroom but not tonight. Tonight it was your turn to be the one in charge whether he liked it or not.

"Sorry it took so long, someone forgot how to drive." You exaggerated the word 'someone' to make the boys laugh and they all got up from the private table to hug you. You'd booked a private booth in a Japanese Hanami restaurant. The place was decorated with dark furniture and walls but the ceiling made up for it, the entire ceiling was lined with fake cherry blossoms and to illuminate the place and make it feel a little brighter.

"The birthday boy!" Namjoon chuckled bringing Jungkook into a hug, something he hardly did but when he did it made something special, you hugged the rest of the boys and then sat down next to Jungkook who took the end seat of the booth.

"I'm not surprised he forgot how to drive, you look stunning y/n." Jimin chuckled, you and Jimin had a flirty banter that always came out no matter what you seemed to be doing and normally it wouldn't bother Jungkook because he knew you belonged to him but tonight it was irritating him. The way you looked complimented with Jimin sitting awfully close to you was rubbing him up the wrong way, his hand reached out to your thigh but you slapped it away.

"Have you guys looked at the menu yet?" You folded your leg over the other so he couldn't have access to your thighs, you knew what he was trying to do and it wasn't going to work not tonight. Not when you had everything planned out just the way you wanted, he wasn't going to get his way so easily after all you'd managed to keep him off you all week.

The boy was desperate for your touch but he wasn't about to start begging for you in the middle of a restaurant full of people and his closest friends, he was just going to have to make you pay for teasing him when you got home and so he was going to spend the entire night thinking of ways to punish you.

"I think we should start with presents," Taehuyung said while holding up a black gift bag, you knew what everyone had gotten him already so you excused yourself to the bathroom while they all gave him his presents.

You leant your hands on the marble countertop of the sink and stared at yourself in the mirror, you were trying to hype yourself up for what you knew was coming. You'd selected this outfit for the simple reason that it required you to wear nothing under the bodysuit and skirt and it would be fun to tease Jungkook with. It was going to take everything inside of you not to break and have him take you the way he always did but you wanted to be the one in charge for one night. You'd been dating for two years and it would be the first time you were trying to be in charge of him, teasing him and bringing him close to the edge before denying him his release like had done with you many of times before.  You shook your head and cleared your throat before you headed back to your table where the food was waiting for you.

"I ordered your favourite for you," Jungkook said as you sat back down, you crossed your leg over so your right foot was just touching the bottom of his leg to seem innocent.

"Thanks, Kookie," You smiled at him before using your chopsticks to pick up some of the sushi and began to eat it.

As Jungkook was about to take a mouthful of his Yakisoba your heel trailed all the way up to his leg and back down again as you ''politely' conversed with Namjoon about what he and the boys had been working on all week. Jungkook was frozen in place when he felt your heel do it again before dropping down to his ankle once again, you knew that touching his legs made him weak but you had no idea that the heels would add to his arousal.

"Stop it right now," He mumbled against your ear when you bent down to tighten your shoe strap, you looked up at his crotch to see him already hard and you smirked to yourself, raising your head and smiling at him.

"I'm not doing anything, Sir," You whispered so that only he could hear it and then you turned your attention back to Namjoon. Laying your head on Jungkook's thigh and using your nails to trace small light patterns into his trousers while he tried his best to maintain a straight face.

"Do you remember the first time you brought Y/n to meet us, she was so pretty! Not that you aren't still pretty, it's just you're more pretty now." You laughed as Yoongi stumbled over his words, he'd always had a small thing for you but would never try anything because he knew how much you and Jungkook loved one another but they didn't mean you couldn't flirt back tonight just for fun.

"You're so cute Yoongi, thank you." Jungkook's thighs tensed when your hand raised to his crotch and started palming him through his trousers, you were playing with fire and you didn't care. It was fun to be in charge for once but when you bent over the table for a drink Jungkook lost it, he wasn't going to let you get away with this all night. Not when you were basically displaying yourself out for the boys to see.

"What the fuck was that?! Huh?!" Your chest was pressed against the passenger side door of Jungkook's car and you tried not to let out a whimper as you felt him push his hard-on against your ass and grind a little.

"Take me out to dinner so you can fucking tease me all night? Do you really think you're getting away with this without some kind of punishment?!" He was whispering in your ear and you bit down on your lip pushing your hips back to tase him,

"I was just playing, Sir," You pushed him back and opened the car door, you were desperate to get him and fuck him but you knew he was so pent up he probably wasn't going to stand for it for long.

"When we get home I want you upstairs, on the bed and waiting for me on all fours with nothing but those heels and that bodysuit. Do I make myself clear?" When you didn't answer him he growled and grabbed your hair in a tight fist,

"I said do I make myself clear?" His tone was authoritative and demanding so you nodded to him not wanting him to get more irritated than he was right now,

"Use your words baby girl."

"Yes Sir," He smirked and started up the car to begin your drive home. It wasn't long so you were mentally preparing yourself for what you were going to do once he came into the bedroom and you weren't in the position he asked of you. You were normally good for him, on the occasion of being a brat sometimes.

"Is this why you haven't let me fuck you all week? Huh? You wanted me to be able to fuck a big load into you?" You bit down on your lip as you stared out of the window trying to ignore the growing heat between your legs. His words would have you begging for him in no time but you couldn't give in to him tonight.

The door hit the wall when he pushed it open and he chuckled darkly when he didn't see you on the bed,

"Come on baby, don't be shy now." You took a deep breath and came out from the ensuite still dressed in your outfit and he groaned about you being a brat.

"Sit." You ordered and you could tell by the look on his face he was taken back by it,

"Excuse me-"

"I said sit." You pushed him to sit down on the chair you'd set up earlier and he smirked at you, you walked behind him and ran your hands down his suit jacket.

"Let me make you feel good." You pulled off the jacket and dropped it down onto the floor before walking to stand in front of him again. He reached his hands out to your hips but you slapped them away.

"No touching," He hissed as he held his hand in his and watched you. You hit play on the music and something inside of you took over and made you feel confident, you ran your hands over the fabric of the skirt and swung your hips down onto his crotch before angling yourself so you were barely touching him. He groaned as you just touched his crotch but never enough to cause any pleasure, just teasing him longer.

"Baby touch me," He pleaded and it sent shivers down your spine to hear him begging like that for you. You got up and stripped out of the skirt so he could see that you had nothing except the bodysuit on and he let out a deep moan. You straddled his lap again and began to drag your hips from side to side while creating the friction both of you had been needing all week.

The music came to a stop and Jungkook was a mess,

"Look at you baby, you made a huge mess all over my trousers...Is someone needy?" The power of his words made you weak at the knees and you nodded,

"I-I'm in charge tonight though," He cocked his head the side and ran his hand gently over your cheek while staring into your eyes.

"Then tell me what you want me to do." You were taken back, you hadn't expected him to just give into you like that and he smirked seeing how you reacted.

"You can't can you, cause you like to be the one being fucked." You whimpered as his hand trailed from your cheek to the back of your neck, he turned your head to the side so he had access to your neck and he began leaving a trail of small and soft kisses along your skin.

"You've teased me and yourself all week and for what baby? So you can give in and not be in charge." He chuckled as you looked at him pleadingly, all you wanted him to do now was fuck you senseless like he always did. You didn't care about being in charge anymore, you and your body wanted him.

"Take off my trousers, I'm in no mood for teasing anymore." You shuffled off his lap and pulled down the suit trousers he was wearing along with his boxers and his cock sprung up to his lower stomach making him groan. He began to pump himself in his hand while you watched from in front of him, you licked your lips before going to take him in your mouth but he stopped you.

"Straddle me, baby, just like before." You raised from the floor and hovered above him, he ran his cock over your folds to get you ready for him and you whimpered as he did so. One of his hands reached up to your waist and stayed there which made your legs tremble. You wanted to sink down onto him and ride him until you came but you knew he wasn't in the mood for that right now. One more wrong move and you would be out of sex for a month. Your eyes fluttered shut as he continued to tease your dripping core until he finally slid into you making your eyes widen as he sank you down onto him without warning.

"Jungkook." You grasped onto his shoulders and he let out a groan at how tight you were.

"What did you call me baby?!" Your legs shook as the new pleasure of being filled up took over your mind. Your head was in a haze and you couldn't process anything except the way he felt inside of you.

"S-Sir! Feels good." You moaned out and he smirked as he met your gaze. You slowly began to ride him lowering yourself up and down on his length so slowly it was making him hiss. He hardly ever did slow so whenever you had the chance you would force him to, just to build up the tension between you both.

Jungkook groaned as you swirled your hips like you had done when you danced for him and you giggled which only fueled his anger about you teasing him all week. His hands clamped onto either side of your hips, he'd had enough of you teasing him, he began thrusting up into you filling you up as fast as he could. Your thighs and calves were starting to burn from the way you were riding him on the chair and you bit down onto your lip as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten.

"Y-Yellow." You gave him the warning safe word that the position was starting to hurt your legs so he pulled out of you and took you over to the bed and laid you down in front of him. You got on all fours and he smirked at you from behind, running his fingers up and down your folds as he lined himself up at your entrance and with one gentle thrust he filled you up again having you moan out his name. Your back arched at the new position and his hands held onto your hips tightly as he began to pound into you from behind. His stamina had always impressed you and you did your best to keep up with him.

"S-Shit! Right there." You whimpered as he lifted up one of your legs to the side so he could reach deeper inside of you. He was fucking right into your hilt and the air filled with moans, grunts and the sound of skin on skin slapping against one another.

"J-Jungkook," You whined out hands gripping into the pillow and he smirked knowing that meant you were too lost to even keep up with the pet name he loved so much.

"You close baby girl," He fucked harder into you as he felt you clenching around him. One of your hands reached down to rub your clit as he continued to pound into you, not even giving you a second to think things through.

"Shit, Jungkook please." You whimpered as you felt him get closer, you could tell by the way he dropped your leg and grabbed your hair, your back arched deeply as he pulled your hair back using it as if it was reins.

"Cum for me then baby," You let out a cry as his words left his mouth. You buried your face into the pillows as you felt your orgasm hit you like a wave. It rushed over your body making you see stars as you cried out his name loudly, your knees buckled as he continued to fuck into you through your orgasm, it was almost too much but you could feel how close he was as his thrusts got sloppier.

"Fuck I'm gonna fill you up so everyone knows your mine, you're fucking mine." You whimpered as he continued to thrust into your oversensitive core, you contracted around him and he cursed as he came undone inside of you continued to thrust into you until his orgasm finished.

You laid there together panting as you came down from your highs, he chuckled as you rolled over to lay your head on his shirt covered chest. You kissed his cheek before sitting off and taking off the black heels and soiled black bodysuit.

"Thank you baby," You frowned at him and he sat up leaning on his elbows,

"For tonight, the dinner, the dance...everything." You smiled and leaned over to kiss him but he growled into your ear,

"But if I ever catch you flirting with the boys again or teasing me again I'll make sure you can't walk for a week." You moaned at the thought alone and he chuckled kissing the base of your neck. You both laid there for a couple of minutes not wanting to move just yet but knowing you had to so you could wash up.

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Miraculous comeuppance

A short story based on @isitsusi 's miraculous idea. Honestly couldn't get this out my head and had to write it. But two things first, I haven't watched a lot of MLB and I've changed the prompt a little. (I added Chloe, cause that girl needs redemption)

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In the three years, four months and two weeks of being the - somewhat proud - owner of a miraculous, Marinette had never expected it to come to this. She had never anticipated that she would be able to see the end of her journey, the end of the fight.

The defeat of hawkmoth.

Or at least she had that planned for later. She was at the park currently, under the shade of a tree, a notebook and many, many pictures before her. All of them the same, yet not, each a different angle taken of the agrest mansion. To her left sat her friend, boyfriend and superhero partner Chat Noir, untransformed as his civilian self Adrien.

Some few weeks ago he had come to her - as ladybug - with vital information, the identity of Hawkmoth. Gabriel Agrest.

When asked, he said he had seen him transform, not directly, he had been peeking into his father's office to see him and had just... Seen it.

The reveal that immediately followed was messy, sputtering, blushing and a whole week of avoiding each other until they got their act together. Then they were unstoppable, both in and out the mask.

They defeated akumas faster, more effectively. Out of the mask the two were a power duo, who's unwavering loyalty was known by many of their ex-friends.

Now, the two of were planning just how to take him down and reclaim both the stolen miraculous. Well, they were just making complete sure that they understood everything before making a move really, the planning was done.

 "Ugh, could you two stop being cute for like five minutes." The superhero duo looked up to the third member of their team, Chloe borgulous. "The last thing I need is getting a cavity cause of you two."

 Yes, Chloe borgulous was the one the two of them trusted the most, enough to earn back her miraculous. Even after the events of Miracle Queen, it was quite easy to hide her identity again, change the comb into a bracelet, change the hero's costume and give her a new name. Now no-one knew that she was the new bee flying around. She even got to keep the miraculous on her person permanently.

Pollen was good for her anyway.

 Chloe placed down a familiar box, filled with baked goods from the dupan-cheng bakery.

 "I should warn you though, we've got a..." She jabbed her thumb behind her towards a large and recognisable group. "Possible situation."

 " Ignore them chloe, they're not important. " Marinette partially turned her nose up when she saw their classmates across the way, having what looked to be a picnic. She could already make out Lila, no doubt in the middle of weaving another tall tail of how she had saved an animal, knew a celebrity or had just done something impossible.

"This is important," she tapped the notebook with one hand as she reached for the box with the other before it was slapped away. She couldn't help but give a glare at the blonde girl. Both knew it wasn't real anyway.

" They're not just for you Mari, the cheese bread is for Plagg, The honey glazed donut is for Pollen and the cookies are for Tikki. " Oh, yeah. She was even in on their identities. "The rest is for us."

Before either of the three could blink the three aforementioned Kwamis had zipped out of their chosens clothes pockets, grabbed their snacks and had snuck back into a little nook in their clothes that hid them from view of the public eye. They were none the wiser.

"Alright, so you two understand the plan right? Cause I don't want to leave anything to chance."

 Chloe hummed as she bit into her croissant, savoring the flavour before swallowing it down. "Wait for an Akuma, kick its ass without using our powers, go to Hawkdouch's house, kick his Ass, save the day."

 Plagg and Pollen both giggled while Adrien gave a quiet chuckle while Marinette groaned but had an amused smile on her face.

"Ok, so you remember the back up plan should we fail and our identities be revealed?"

" if we fail then Hawkmoth will have our miraculous, there is no back up plan for that. " Adrien slumped his arm around Mari's shoulder, giving her a tentative squeeze. "We do have a plan for after outing my... My father's identity."

" We also have a plan should we win and reveal our identities, so we're covered on all fronts. " Chloe moved one hand down to pet pollen on the head, reassuring herself that she still wasn't dreaming.

"Yeah well I jus- Chloe on your six." Quicker then anything the kwami's flew back into their Chosen's pockets , abandoning their food. Mari had packed up the pictures and notebook, not wanting to leave anything out in the open.

Chloe turned to see several of their classmates quickly heading their way, Alya up front with a crocodile tear crying Lila at the back of the group. Yes group, most of the class was also coming along with the two of them.

What lie had she said now?

The trio quickly stood, not wanting to be left sat on the floor while everyone would stand above them. They couldn't get a word out before Alya had rounded on to them.

"What is wrong with you!?"

She sighed, Adrien wrapped and arm around her waist as he leaned his chin on her shoulder and Chloe simple rolled her eyes at the tabloid writer.

"I think that question is best when directed at you, don't you think?" Marinette couldn't stop the snort that erupted from her mouth at Chloe's words and it only brought on a glare from her ex-friend.

"You think this is funny!? Is this some kind of joke to you!? Not only have you three been the worst people I could ever have the displeasure of knowing but I can't believe you three out attack Lila... Again!"

This time Chloe snorted before dragging her hand up to look at her nails lazily. "Please, as if I'd dare risk the chance of breaking my nails, even if it meant putting a scratch on her. She's simply not worth it." 

"Then explain the many bruises she has on her. " The 'Bruises' she had was nothing but a small smudge on the lower bottom of her right cheek. Honestly how stupid could they be?

Best not to get an answer.

If they were to attack Lila? There be a lot more then one mark smaller then that of a baby's fist.

"Alya, it's probably best you leave, the rest of you too. We were having a... Nice day before you bothered us." Mari rolled her eyes at her boyfriends passive behaviour but understood that it stemmed from not wanting to draw his father's gaze, especially now.

"No, I don't think we will. At least not until I put you three menaces straight. " The trio turned towards the new voice. 

a girl that they hadn't seen before or noticed among the group. A first glance they could tell she was slightly taller then Marinette, her hair a dark shade of blue that made Marinette's hair seem brighter in comparison, clearly it was dyed. Her facial features conformed similarly to her as well, slightly. As small glance while in a darker environment might have you mistake the two of them but only an idiot would do so outside of those conditions. Her hair was even tied up just like Marinette's too, although it looked really sloppy.

"And you are?" Chloe had already puffed out, an air of superiority emanating from her.

"I am Brigitte, a friend of Lila." Oh, great just what they needed, another sheep to follow the wolf. "I am also Ladybug."

Wait. What?

it took a moment before it registered but when it did the three of them just put laughing, Chloe had to hold her stomach while Marinette and Adrien had to hold each other up and stop themselves from falling over.

"Of course you are, and I'm still queen bee and adrien's father is actually competent." She sneered at the false bluentte before turning her nose up at her. She couldn't believe this girl, to claim to be someone she wasn't.

"Well I am, the only reason I am gracing you with that information is because I can't approach you three in my uniform, not unless I wanted to attract unnecessary attention." Brigitte turned her nose up at Chloe trying, and failing, to put the blonde girl in line.

"Alright then, why are you going around telling everyone your identity then? Surely it's not safe to share that information with a tabloid journalist."

Alya sputtered slightly. " I am a reporter, not some low grade tabloid writer. "

"Keep telling yourself that. You might just believe it."

The only thing that stopped Alya from lunging for Chloe was Ivan , who had grabbed her to hold her back. At the back Of the group Lila out on a who new set of false tears and began to shake her shoulders, as if she was truly heartbroken.

"All I've ever tried to do was be your friend, to all of you, and this is how you treat me? It's all I've ever wanted really and you three keep pushing me away." Of course the immediate action taken up by everyone else was to glare at the trio while rose and Sabrina comforted the sausage haired girl.

Adrien sometimes questions why he wanted them to be his friends, what has he seen in them before?

"Right," and now false-bug was talking again. "As my authority as ladybug I hereby ban the three of you from ever being near my friends again."

" Works for us. "

"I will also have to send you three down to the station, I do believe the three of you are working for Hawkmoth, given the number of Akuma that the three of you have caused."

That caused the three of them to straighten up, not because of the threat but because of the clear misuse of a non-existent power.

"Hey, Chloe has changed a lot in the past few months and me and Adrien have cause two maybe three Akumas over the past three years, if we're going on who had caused the most Akumas then you should arrest Lila. " Mari removed herself from her boyfriend before walking up to her not quite accurate doppelganger.

"Besides I'm not convinced you are ladybug, where's your Miraculous, I don't see them. "

"Like I'd actually wear them out in public, putting them at risk like that. besides why would I reveal them When I suspect that you work for Hawkmoth, would be pretty stupid on my part wouldn't it? "

"Sorry dudes, " Nino spoke, doing his best to help Ivan calm down Alya. "But she makes a point, it would be pretty dumb and reckless."

 " Just like plastering her face and confession onto a well known website in case Hawkmoth ever saw it... But I suppose I shouldn't have to worry right? " Alya blanched slightly before she sunk back at adriens words.

before anyone else could say anything a loud shout echoed across the yard, sending everyone's fight or flight instincts into overdrive.

"I AM MOTHER NATURE! AN I WILL COVER THIS CITY WITH THE SEEDS OF THE EARTH!"

Each member of the class had shrunk in on themselves , trying to look as small as possible, even their 'ladybug '. The real superhero trio stood up tall, shoulders squaring out as they looked for the akuma, many plants were growing rapidly on the other side of the park but everyone has already ran away.

"Go on ladybug, save us. "

"Come on, go kick their ass LB."

" Show Hawkmoth that he's nothing. "

Brigitte, for her part, actually began to back off from the group, clearly neither she nor Lila had expected a real akuma to show up, how would it look if the real ladybug showed up while she was stood there?

Fortunately for them the class was in for one big show.

While that was happening the trio was staring at each other, having a mental conversation that transcended anything anyone else could have understood, after a moment the tree of them nodded.

"Full theatrics?"

Marinette hummed at adriens question before nodding. "Fuck It, why not? "

"Tikki."

"Plagg."

"Pollen."

The class had turned to them quickly , those that had used miraculous before dropping their jaws.

"Spots on." "Claws Out. " "Buzz On."

Just for the sake of running it in their classmates faces each of them went through their old routine , showing off what they posed as they transformed before their very eyes.

Before anyone could say anything, the three were gone, already fighting the akuma as a well oiled machine.

They watched, stunned, as they managed to do it without the use of any of their powers. They watched as they left the scene all three bounding off in the same direction.

later that day the trio would drop a beaten and bloody Gabriel and his assistant, they have a short speech on that they had won, Hawkmoth was defeated, the threat was no more, Paris was safe. Th he people were safe to weap once more.

The next day Alya had tried to go to the bakery to speak to Marinette but she had been quickly chased out by her large father, later that day the bakery put out a sign stating they were closing down.

A week passed and they were gone, without a trace, no-one has seen them since the incident at the park. They were gone without a trace.

[purplesurveys]

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Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets?  I can’t make any dish. I wonder when I’ll get my ass up and start learning...

Have you ever cut someone else’s hair?  I wouldn’t dare; I have no skills in that department at all.

Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for?  Angela and Hans came over so we can watch Sowoozoo. 

How many long term relationships have you been in?  One.

Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on?  My default is lights out, but sometimes I’ll fall asleep with my night lamp still on and that’s fine too.

Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done?  I don’t really do forgiving.

Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey?  No. I’ve tried listening to her songs but I find them too slow for my liking.

Do you know your blood type?  It’s O but I keep forgetting what specific type.

Do you know your mother’s birthday?  Yes.

Have you got your period at the moment?  It’s on its last few days.

Have you ever been pregnant?  Nopes.

How old were you when you first went on a plane?  I was around 10 or 11, can’t remember exactly. But it was in 2009 and we headed to Boracay.

Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything?  No. OMG, adult activity I don’t quite understand just yet hfdhfkdjfhdf.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life?  Yeah they’re both grumbling right now just outside of my room because the power went out lmfao.

When was the last time you went apple picking?  I’ve never done this. Apples don’t grow here.

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say?  My pay for the last two weeks haha, but that’s not coming until Friday.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work?  No, I wouldn’t dare. I’m pretty unpredictable when I get drunk, so I’d rather stay safe haha. I’ve worked while tipsy, but it had been outside of work hours.

How many bedrooms are in your house?  4. One for each kid, then my parents’.

Are you smart about computers?  Nah.

Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii?  We didn’t have the game on our Wii, but I’ve played Just Dance before, just at other peoples’ houses.

Do you own a Xbox 360?  We were a Playstation household.

Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars?  Erm, sure, whatever.

So, do you need a nap?  I think I should be taking one for the sake of my health, but I won’t.

What would you rather be doing?  I stumbled upon a Facebook post of this newly-opened store in Greenhills that exclusively sells photocards and I wanna head the fuck over there rn with Angela. That store concept is practically unheard of so it’s a big deal and I wanna go there as I’m 100% sure the BTS ones would sell out pretty fast. But they heightened the stupid COVID protocols yet again and we have to stay at home, so there’s that.

What sport are you the best at?  Table tennis.

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name?  Yeah but she’s turning 21 this year, so little wouldn’t be accurate anymore. We call her Nina at home but everyone else calls her by her full first name, Janina.

Do you complain a lot?  I do complain a lot but I also do the thing that is causing the complaint right after so I can shut myself up lmao.

Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple?  Both sound fun but I’ll probably take the temple. Yay for learning something new about culture!!

Do you like fruity or minty gum?  I don’t mind flavor when it comes to gum because they fade out anyway.

Are you looking forward to any day of this month?  My company set another mental health break day this upcoming August 27th, so I’ll be thinking about that day throughout the month.

Have you ever gotten detention?  We don’t have detention.

Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life?  Sure.

Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? The latter. < Same. I can be brand-conscious sometimes, but generally if I find something cute, regardless from where I found it, I’d grab it.

Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently?  Technically yeah. It was a single album. 

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet?  I already have two of them.

Ever cried so much you threw up?  Possibly.

Who is your best guy friend? Hans.

What do you two do when you hang out?  We usually eat out and have a drink or two.

What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving?  Spotlight, just because it looked boring at first glance. It turned out to be very riveting and the screenplay was fascinating as well.

Do you even like horror movies?  Yes, but they’re best watched with other people.

Do you live in the country?  Nopes.

What is your favorite accent?  I don’t have one.

Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like?  No.

Do you drink Pepsi or Coke?  I had the chance to try out Pepsi when we went to Taco Bell two weeks ago - it was my first time to have it and it was...actually pretty good??? The soda-hater in me was scandalized HAHAHA but it was good!!! I think I prefer Pepsi now.

What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday?  My 21st birthday started out terribly because Gabie’s family didn’t want her to hang out with me on a Sunday (the day my birthday fell on), so we were in an argument the whole day. Angela saved the day when she planned out an impromptu dinner + arcade date for me, and that was the only good part of the day, really. I’d rather forget the rest of it.

Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer?  I don’t think so.

Do you take a lot of pictures?  I’m starting to, now.

What kind of face wash do you use?  Good ol’ water.

Does drama always seem to follow you?  Not these days.

Does anybody in your family race?  Nope.

Are you closer to your mom or dad?  Dad, I guess. But I wouldn’t particularly call myself ‘close’ with either.

How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?”  I never received money from them.

How long do you want to live with your parents?  Maybe up until my mid-20s? Late-20s at the latest. I’m not exactly in the position to move out yet. The money I make at the moment would probably just be enough to cover rent, and just rent. I’d end up starving to death hahaha.

Do you have a laptop or desktop?  Laptop.

Do you like your parents?  Sure.

Do you secretly like someone?  I don’t.

Would you ever date your best male friend?  No. I also wouldn’t do that to Angela.

What are you currently listening to?  Moon by Jin! Such a comfort song.

Do you want to be single?  Yes.

Did you go out or stay in last night?  I stayed in and was knocked out pretty early since I had been up since 1 AM.

Have you pretended to like someone?  No. I don’t see why I would have to that.

How is your heart lately?  Just filled with nothing but Bangtan at this point haha. It’s doing well!

Are you wearing socks?  No. Socks bother me for the most part; they make my feet feel a bit suffocated.

What do people call you?  Robyn.

Do you get stressed out easily?  Yeah, I’m quite the overthinker.

Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance?  No, I’ve never actually been inside an ambulance, whether it came for me or for another person.

What is wrong with you right now?  I should probably cut back on the vaping, for one.

Do you own something from Hot Topic?  No.

Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?  It’s hard for me to sleep with someone else. Even when I had been in a relationship, I usually only got to fall asleep an hour or so after my partner already dozed off.

Do you still talk to the person you last made out with?  No, I cut ties at the start of the year and have been substantially better since then.

Have you ever seen your best friend cry?  I honestly don’t think so. I’m the bigger crybaby between us.

Did you get any compliments today?  My mom thanked me for covering for Cooper’s shots today since they ended up being quite costly.

Have you ever gone to a beach?  Yes, it’s one of my absolute favorite places to be.

What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now?  Pass up on the offer.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?  Yes.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to?  I’ve never had the ample time to, so no. I’ve always wanted to volunteer at an animal shelter, though.

Do you have long nails?  They’re not dramatically long, but they have started to grow out.

Do you like the gender you are? I don't like or dislike it, honestly. I'm just neutral. < Same.

Do you generally look nice in photos?  I think this is the case these days, yeah. I’ve started feeling more confident and I think it’s able to translate in photos.

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet?  No.

What colour are your father’s eyes?  Dark brown.

If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?  BTS DUH

Name three facts about your family?  I come from a family of lawyers; many of us are big history buffs; and many are also fantastic cooks so I don’t know where that talent could have possibly gone when it come to my generation hah.

Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?  If I’ve reached a certain level of investment in the relationship, I could probably handle it. 

What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received?  A Punk shirt and Petals For Armor physical CD from Andi this last Christmas.

What’s your favorite hot beverage? Hot chocolate. < Yessssss!

Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?  I don’t.

Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?  Carving pumpkins sounds fun, especially since I haven’t tried it before.

Do you think you’re important?  Idk. I don’t really like drawing attention to myself though, so that could probably answer your question.

What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?  Andi wrote a letter for me to accompany the aforementioned Christmas gifts they gave, and it remains to be my favorite letter I’ve received. They essentially reminded and affirmed me that I’m stronger than I think I am, and that I’ve been through a lot and have grown a lot, and that that growth is seen by people around me.

Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders?  No.

Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new?  Just to different cities, but considering how tiny my country is, the move is quite insignificant lol.

Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks?  I’m 100% sure I don’t know how to properly hold chopsticks, but I have my own way and it works lol. Fake it til you make it.

Are you more of a leader or a follower? Definitely a follower, but I can step up in certain situations. < Same. I don’t mind leading, especially considering the control freak I can be lolol.

What was the first thing you ate today?  I haven’t eaten anything today. I skipped breakfast since I brought Cooper to the vet, and by the time I got back the dining table had already been cleared. It’s fine though, I don’t feel too hungry.

If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like?  I’d be with Angela, Reena, and Hans at that insane new photocard store I talked about earlier. IDEALLY, we’d probably pick up a photocard or two if the ones we want aren’t sold out yet (lol a rarity), then we’d have some nachos and stuff right after and just talk about all things Bangtan lol with Hans cracking us up the whole time since he is just naturally hilarious.

If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out?  Content. Happy. I feel warm and loved and surrounded by the best people.

What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do?  Learning how to cook is one.

Is there anything that you wish you could take back?  Not really.

What, in your mind, could make you truly happy?  Being in the purple ocean with my best friends.

If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference?  A part of me wishes my final face-to-face conversation with Gabie had been a more solid closure, just so we could finally put a hard stop to that chapter. But at that time I thought we would continue talking, so there had still been some stuff lingering in the air when we called it a day and parted ways. So in a sense we never really got closure when I finally cut ties, which the ESTJ in me remains to be nagged by, but I try not to be bothered by it anymore considering how much better I am doing right now. We didn’t know the future at the time, so it’s okay the way things turned out, ultimately.

When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it?  I have no clue. It’s not really a priority.

Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow?  I’m fast.

Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’  Nah.

How many drugs are in your system?  Just caffeine.

What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? Werkwerkwerkwerk.

Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body?  Nopes.

Do you call anyone baby?  I don’t.

What’s your current mood?  I’m prety neutral. I wish I could be out right now, but stupid Covid and stupid quarantine. But I don’t really mind staying at home, either, so. I’m just so-so.

Do you think you are a good person?  I hope so.

What were you doing before filling out this survey?  I watched Sunday mass with my family.

How late did you stay up last night?  Around midnight.

When was the last time you cried really hard?  I cried just a few days ago because period hormones, but the last time I cried hard? I’m not sure. April maybe?

Is your hair longer than your shoulders?  LOL yes it’s soooooooo long already.

[adenei]

Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Bride - Ch. 3

AO3 || FFN

The next morning, Jenny stayed true to her word and called me before work to grab coffee. As much as I wanted to hear about her night, I also sort of didn’t. Harry had looked at her the way I’d always dreamed he would look at me, and that was tearing me apart.

I’d probably gotten two hours of sleep, so I was planning on ordering the largest cup of coffee with a double shot espresso from my favorite coffee shop. t I grabbed my bag and looked in the mirror, giving one last check for bags under my eyes. Jenny was just leaving her flat as I was locking my own door. 

“Good morning!” she said cheerily.

“Morning,” I said, trying a little too hard to match her bright tone.

When Jenny noticed me, she frowned a bit. “Are you okay? You look like you barely got any sleep last night.”

She wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t really want her knowing the reason why. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just some insomnia was all,” I lied.

We left the building and walked down the street toward my favorite coffee shop. Jenny was chattering on about how she needed to unpack and attempt to get some laundry done today. “Maybe I’ll even take a nap this afternoon as a reward,” she added.

I wished I could take a nap. Hopefully I wouldn’t fall asleep and drool all over my desk. That was the last thing I needed: Harry walking in and seeing me like that.

After we picked up our coffees and sat down at one of the small tables, I noticed Jenny was picking at her nails. She was probably waiting for me to ask about how her night was. I knew I was going to find out one way or another, so I took the bait. 

“So, how was the rest of your night?” I asked casually.

Jenny broke out into a wide grin. “It was amazing! Harry took me to this posh restaurant where we ordered drinks and split an appetizer, and then he invited me back to his place. I didn’t get home until four, but I’ve just been so wired that I haven’t slept.”

“You’re this awake and you haven’t slept at all?” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Jenny smirked. “It’s funny. I’ve always heard about how ‘when you know, you know,’ but I never believed all of that rubbish. Yet last night, with Harry, things just made sense! He was so easy to talk to, and things felt different with him than the other blokes I’ve seen.”

“O-oh, well that’s good, isn’t it?” I asked, trying to sound pleased for her.

“He’s not normally my type, you know, the quiet, brooding kind, but there’s something mysterious about him that makes me want to go back for more.”

“Yeah, I guess he is,” Hermione said, trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice.

“Tell me everything you know about him,” Jenny begged. “I want to learn more!”

I took a long sip of my coffee before responding. As much as I didn’t want to share that with her, I couldn’t resist talking about him. “Well, he’s such an inspiration! His parents died when he was a baby, so he was taken in by his Godfather, who was then murdered when he was fifteen. He worked really hard at school to fit in and make a name for himself that wasn’t necessarily tied to his parent’s horrific car accident.” 

“Oh, my God, I had no idea,” Jenny said as her hand covered her mouth in shock.

I nodded. “They got into a car crash when he was one, and they both died on impact, but he was fine in the backseat. Everyone called it a miracle given the state of the car. He doesn’t like to talk about it, so I wouldn’t bring it up unless he does,” I added. 

“Noted,” Jenny said as she nodded. “What else?”

Hermione took another sip as she thought. “Well, he dropped out of college, and used his inheritance to start the company. Harry worked as a temp for a major publishing company, saw how ruthless they were to many authors, and decided he wanted to help. It was either that or go into law enforcement. I personally think he’s happier here, but every now and then his reckless need for adventure strikes.”

“He likes adventure? What does he do when the urge kicks in?” Jenny asked with rapt attention.

“He’ll volunteer with the local police department. He got to know some of the detectives there when they were investigating his Godfather’s murder. Harry likes to help out with various neighborhood watch programs, too, and becomes a bit obsessed with helping solve the smaller cases.”

“This is so fascinating! I would have never guessed that about him. What about some of his random interests and likes?” Jenny pressed on.

“Harry loves treacle tart, he adores his dog Padfoot, and he plays for an amateur football league in his spare time. Did you two even talk last night?” I asked, surprised that she was asking me about him.

“There wasn’t really much time for talking,” Jenny chuckled. 

“Right,” I said. I was pretty sure my voice sounded hollow as my heart dropped into my stomach. It looked like they were intimate.

“Harry wants to have lunch today, so now I’ll have things to talk about with him!”

That was peculiar. Why wouldn’t they have other things to talk about? Wasn’t she going to talk to him about her own life? “What do you mean? Surely, you’d have your own stories and experiences to share?”

“Oh, yeah, I do, but I’m more interested in him! It’s not often I meet a man who isn’t shallow and full of lies. Harry seems like the real deal. Someone I’ve been waiting my whole life for!” She seemed to be dodging my question about herself, just like she did whenever I asked anything too personal. It didn’t sit well with me.

“Ha, yes, your whole life for…” I echoed. “But won’t you have to leave in a few months for work?” 

“Maybe,” she said in a noncommittal tone. “I was thinking of making a career change soon, so maybe now would be an opportune time if I’ve found someone to settle down with! That way I could finally stay in London.” 

My mind was feeling rather fuzzy, and I was realizing I needed to get out of there. I was holding onto the hope that this would be a fling because Jenny would ultimately have to leave again, but even that was looking grim judging by the way she was talking. I checked my watch. “Oh, no! I’m going to be late if I don’t get going. I’m so happy things worked out for you last night! You’ll have to let me know how today goes,” I told her as I stood up and gathered my things.

“Okay! Tell Harry I said hi, will you? I promise we’ll catch up later!” she flashed me a genuine smile as I returned it with a half smile of my own and escaped toward the exit. 

I tried my best to shake the conversation from my mind and not worry about it as I walked into the office. This wasn’t something that was worth fixating on, so I focused on my work to distract me. After verifying the to-do list that I left on my desk the day before, I pulled out my Filofax, wanting to double check that I hadn’t missed any appointments.

What I found instead was that the red headed pain in my arse decided to defile the one thing that held my entire life. “I’m going to kill him,” I said under my breath as I ferociously flipped through each page of my Filofax.

I grabbed my phone with a little too much force and punched the numbers into the keypad before holding the handset up to my ear and waited as I listened to the ringing.

“Weasley,” he answered. Why did he always have to sound so buggering cocky?

“Not only did you read my Filofax, but you defiled it with your name and number as well? What is wrong with you?” So much for attempting to begin a civil conversation.

“Hey, you got my message!” Ron responded in a disgustingly cheerful voice.

“How could I not? You seem to have penciled yourself in on all my Fridays for...oh, let’s see, the rest of the year!” I scoffed. “What do you want?”

“A drink. That’s all I’m asking for,” he said simply.

“Yes, well, that’s never going to happen so you’re going to have to get over it.”

“Well, the offer stands if you’re ever looking to meet up with someone who doesn’t want to talk about tulle and event menus.”

I laughed derisively. “Thanks, but no thanks. Goodbye, Ron.” I slammed the phone down on the hook before he had a chance to respond. 

The nerve of him! I was beginning to regret that he was the one who helped me come to after my fall last weekend. For once, I wished it was Lavender who was there to help. I closed the planner and shoved it in my bag as I did my best to get through the rest of my day distraction-free.

~o~

The next few days dragged on, and the reminders of Jenny seeing Harry were enough to make me want to bang my head against my desk and smash my computer in. Harry never returned after lunch on Tuesday, and when I walked into his office on Wednesday, a new frame made its home on his desk. Inside was a picture of him with her. I thought that was fast, but I wasn’t about to say it out loud. 

Jenny came in Wednesday afternoon and hung out in Harry’s office, learning all the ins and outs of his job, which I guess was nice. I could keep tabs on them and knew that at least they weren’t having sex in his office. The downside was I couldn’t get my own work done since I was too distracted by their vomit-worthy cuteness through the windows that connected the two spaces.

Thursday evening I came home from my seminar and had the unfortunate experience of running into them snogging outside Jenny’s door. I was mortified and just wanted to get inside my own flat without being caught. It didn’t happen, though. I dropped my keys as I fumbled with getting them in the lock, which broke the pair out of their passionate embrace. Harry made some awkward comment about not realizing I lived so close. Thankfully the walls were thick so I didn’t have to listen to them doing things all night.

Work used to be a comfort for me and I couldn’t wait to get to my job every morning, but this week flipped everything upside down. I just wanted to get to the weekend where I could distance myself from them. That hope was short lived though when I saw Teddy running into the office. 

“Hermione!” he shouted when he saw me.

“Hey, Teddy!” I said as I gave him a hug. Teddy Lupin was Harry’s ‘little brother’. He’d been paired with the teen through his volunteer work at the Boys and Girls Club, and it’d been a perfect match. 

“Are you ready for the game?” I asked him. 

Teddy was dressed in his football jersey, and I knew he was waiting for Harry to take him to the sports complex where he played during the summer season. Harry never missed a game. 

“Yeah! I’ve got a good feeling about today. I really think we’re going to win. Harry promised to run some drills with me before the game starts. Where is he anyways? He said he wanted me to meet someone.” Teddy looked at me quizzically. 

“I think he’s in his office. Let’s go see!” 

I walked next door and sure enough, Jenny was in his office, and they were making eyes at each other. Knocking on the door to break them up, I announced Teddy’s arrival. I watched as Harry rushed over.

“Teddy! Hey, bud. There’s someone I want you to meet. This is Jenny,” Harry introduced the beautiful redhead that was standing to his side.

“It’s nice to meet you, Teddy,” Jenny said with a warm smile. 

“Hey. Are you Harry’s girlfriend?” he asked unabashedly. 

Jenny laughed. “I am. So, you play football?” she asked interestedly.

I watched as Teddy nodded. I was surprised to see Jenny so friendly towards him. She did not seem like the type to like kids, but she seemed really genuine. It made me wish I knew her better than I did; not that I hadn’t tried, which made me wonder how open she was with Harry.

We arrived at the sports complex, and Jenny and I settled on the stands while Harry went to the field to warm up with Teddy. Harry wasn’t the coach, but he helped out and hosted clinics for the kids from time to time. He always looked so young and carefree when he was playing football, and I loved that about him.

“Harry is absolutely everything I could have ever dreamed of in a man. Have I thanked you for introducing us? Because I feel like I owe you my life,” Jenny told me.

Great, she’s falling in love with him. I felt my grip on reality slip even further, and I was clutching to a nonexistent hope that this wasn’t going to last. 

“It’s...nothing,” I said. Deciding to change the subject, I asked, “What do you think about Teddy? Isn’t he great?”

“He’s the coolest teenager I’ve ever met! He seems like he’s got a good head on his shoulders,” Jenny commented as they watched.

“He’s an orphan too, you know. I think that’s why Harry hit it off with him. They’ve got a lot in common. If he could adopt Teddy, he would in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s trying to make that happen.”

“I think that would be great for both of them!” Jenny said sincerely.

“Do you want a big family someday? Lots of kids?” I asked her, trying to learn a little bit more about her background.

“Kids, yes. A lot? No. I don’t want to subject my own future family to a life like that. I know what it’s like,” she said as her voice trailed off. 

Before I could ask her what she meant by that, Harry was waving over to us, signalling for Jenny to join them. As she ran over, I pondered her answer. It implied she had a larger family than she let on. I only knew about the one brother in London, whom I’d never met in the five years I’d known her, and she rarely talked about her parents. Though I was pretty sure they were both alive and well.

I watched as Jenny interacted with Harry and Teddy. I saw her shake her head at something they said, and then it looked like they were teaching her certain moves. That completely baffled me. I thought she told me she was an athletic football trainer. What did she say when I’d asked her about it? That’s right! She said ‘something like that.’ Something strange was going on here, and I was starting to develop a bad feeling about it. 

I shook my head. No, I wasn’t going to let myself go there. Not yet, at least. I needed more concrete evidence first. That’s what I resolved to as Harry and Jenny came back over and we settled in to watch the game.

~o~

Luna’s wedding was Saturday, so the reprieve I was hoping to find from Harry and Jenny was delayed, and now I’d only have Sunday to pretend my life was what it had been a week ago. Lavender and I were both in the wedding, so we were dressed in bright yellow evening gowns because Luna believed the colour should be a vital part of weddings since it’s supposed to bring happiness to the newlyweds.

The dresses were made of a polyester material for the long, flowy skirts, and the upper half was a delicate floral lace pattern. The neckline was strapless, with flutter sleeves that were off the shoulder. 

“I still can’t believe we have to wear these dresses,” Lavender hissed as I was pinning the sunflower to her hair.

“They’re not terrible,” I told her.

“Oh, so you don’t mind looking like a hippie? And this color! I’m completely washed out and look sick. I’d take that taffeta lilac dress any day,” she continued complaining.

“It’s not your day, it’s Luna’s,” I reminded her. “Now come on, we’ve got an aisle to walk down.” I shoved her bouquet in her hands as we lined ourselves up for the procession.

While we were standing by Luna’s side during the ceremony, I couldn’t help that my eye was drawn to where Harry and Jenny were sitting. They were smiling and whispering things to each other.

 I tried so hard to pry my eyes away, but I couldn’t stop staring. It was becoming harder and harder to keep a smile on my face. Lip reading was not my forte, but I was certain I just saw Harry mouth ‘I love you.’ My suspicion was confirmed when I saw Jenny’s look of surprise before she grinned and said it back to him. 

I knew my smile had faltered, but there was nothing I could do to fix it, and I prayed the photographers weren’t flashing any pictures. Thankfully Lavender also witnessed the same thing, no doubt following my gaze to see what was upsetting me. I caught her disgusted look out of the corner of my eye, and that helped me fake a smile through the rest of the night, no matter how much I was hurting on the inside.

~o~

I was wrapping up at the office late on Wednesday night. I had a couple of manuscripts that I needed to drop off on Harry’s desk and then I could go home to relax with a glass of wine. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked over to Harry’s office, setting the manuscripts down on the corner of his desk.

As I was about to head back out the door, I noticed something sticking out from under another folder that was splayed on his workspace. Moving the folder, I realized it was his wallet. I quickly scanned his desk calendar and saw that he was having dinner with Jenny at Valentini’s. It was still early, but I figured I could meet him there. I was sure he’d need it, after all.

When I got to the restaurant, I entered to find it completely empty. I looked around, thinking I’d gotten the day or time wrong, but then I saw Harry. A quartet started playing Italian music at my arrival, and Harry turned around with an excited, anxious look on his face.

After seeing me, he made a ‘cut’ motion with his hand and said, “No, guys, she’s not the one.” 

The music immediately stopped and the musicians reset themselves as I looked around in shock. “Hermione, what are you doing here?” Harry asked, snapping me back to reality.

“Y-you forgot your wallet,” I said as I walked forward, my arm extended to hand it to him.

“Oh, er, thanks.” He didn’t seem concerned in the slightest as he tucked it into his jacket pocket.

“I’m sorry. I should go—” I turned around and walked a few paces when Jenny came around the corner.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“That’s her! She’s here, she’s the one,” I heard Harry say from behind me.

Immediately, the music began playing and a banner was dropped that read, ‘Will you marry me?’ Padfoot came from who knew where with a small box tied to his collar. This couldn’t be happening.

I tried to shrink away and hide, but somehow I couldn’t escape. I looked back and forth from Harry, who had extricated the box from the dog and gotten on one knee, to Jenny, who looked like she was in complete shock.

“Jenny, I know it’s only been a few days, but you’re everything I’ve ever hoped for, and I just know you’re the one for me. I can’t imagine my life without you. Maybe this is rushed, but I’ve waited long enough to find you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course!” I heard Jenny say as her head was nodding vigorously. 

I watched as Harry stood up and slid the enormous solitaire diamond onto her finger and they shared a tender moment. I thought I was going to vomit. I needed to get out of there.

“I’ll see myself out,” I mumbled. “Congratulations, both of you. I’m so happy for you,” I said as I side stepped myself away.

My feet carried me out of the restaurant, and I stopped at the edge of the sidewalk to lean against a streetlight. Harry and Jenny were engaged after only knowing each other for less than two weeks. How was I still desperately waiting and hoping for my own love story to begin, when Jenny’s had fallen right into her lap without even looking. And to the man I was determined was meant to be mine! Everything around me was crumbling, so I did the only thing I could think of that might help take some of the pain away. 

I needed someone who wasn’t privy to the situation. Who wouldn’t judge me for being heartbroken over a man who never gave me the time of day. So, I opened my Filofax and pulled out my phone to dial the number that was written like graffiti over every page. He answered after four rings.

“Hello?” There was an air of formality in his voice that I wasn’t used to.

I took a deep breath and hoped I wouldn’t regret this. “So, about that drink…”

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Hurt, pt. 8 (E.D.)

Summary: Y/N’s suspicion of Ethan’s whereabouts grow and she’s not satisfied with sitting around anymore.

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, talk of depression, mentions of sex

Word Count: 2100

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Y/N wanted to stand, but she couldn't. Just seeing this woman, hearing her voice, it was enough for her to spiral out of control. She had been a trigger for all the pain, all her repressed feelings. But Bianca didn't see that. She didn't notice how strongly her presence had affected Y/N.

A part of her hated this woman for interfering with her marriage, another part of her felt gratitude for if she hadn't come along, Ethan would have left her for someone else. Y/N wanted to remind herself that it's not Bianca who has taken her husband from her, Ethan had made the choice himself. He was the bad guy. He is to blame. But she can't help the hate that awakens within, the venom collecting inside her veins. It's all fight or fight and it's so disappointingly primitive but she can't override it.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. I just wanted to say hi and apologize. I was never trying to seduce Ethan and when he came to me he promised his marriage was over. It took me two months of misery by his side to realize I can never replace you. I mean, he said it himself.” Bianca chuckled awkwardly, aware this is completely inappropriate and unnecessary, but she always wanted to clear the air with Y/N. Y/N had managed to captivate Ethan Dolan’s heart and soul, something not even she could do and she tried…she tried so hard.

“As you probably know, I quit. I didn’t want things to be weird. Not that there was a reason, we had only just kissed really. And it wasn’t really that satisfying when he could never really convince his downstairs to do anything with me. Or when he whispered your name in his sleep. Or when I saw him wake up in the dead of night only to take out his wedding ring from his sock drawer and watch it longingly.” Bianca pushed back her hair, a little unnerved Y/N had remained quiet while she spilled her soul for the girl. She had wanted to make sure she knew Ethan was still untouched, still hers. She wanted to help them out. Even if her heart wasn’t completely healed yet. She had wanted Ethan too…he was her what if and the one who got away. Now she could let him go, finally, it just wasn’t as easy as she thought.

“I, uh…I actually have no idea about any of that. I haven’t even seen him. He’s been in Australia for six weeks.” Y/N struggled to stand on her own, ice spreading in her blood, consuming the venom she had prepared before. 

It was odd. All of this was odd – start to finish, but if everything this woman said is true, and she had no reason to lie now, why would Ethan leave the continent then? Why wouldn’t he have come to her? Why hasn’t he been by her side when she needed him the most?

“Oh!” Bianca exclaimed, her eyes wide. “I just assumed. He broke things off that same day you were having that divorce settlement. He told me he loves you and things weren’t over between you two. I thought you’d have worked out your issues by now. But Australia?” Bianca shook her head, checking her phone quickly.

“He can’t be in Australia. I was his assistant for a week after the break-up and all I got was orders from Grayson to give him a sabbatical for health issues and send his work over to Grayson to do. I thought it was a little white lie to give you two time to talk things through.” Bianca confirmed once more in her planner, turning the screen over to Y/N who had furrowed her eyebrows in a mixture of confusion and concern. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with this information, but she felt a bit of her hatred for the woman fade. It’s a small step for her, but it counts.

“T-thank you.” Y/N turned around, leaving the woman behind. She didn’t know what to make of his health issues or what they included. She didn’t know why he’d lie about being away for business or why Grayson would be the one to sell her that lie. But one thing she knew for sure, Grayson had to be the one with answers and she would get them.

**

“A few weeks? Dude, I’ll be mauled by your wife by then.” Grayson groaned, rubbing his forehead in frustration. He’s been on pregnancy duty for almost two months now and he was tired of it all. It genuinely quenched his thirst for baby number three and Clara seemed to be relieved about that too.

HE DIDN’T WANT HER TO BE RELIEVED AND HE DIDN’T WANT HIS THIRST QUENCHED.

“She can’t hurt you! You’re like…200 pounds of pure muscle!” Ethan exclaimed, slapping his brother’s thigh to make his point.

“She might scratch, but that’s usually a pleasure thing.” Ethan rubbed his chin in thought, overwhelmed by the need to feel her nails dig into his skin once more. He had finally been getting his fantasies back and he wanted his wife, his dream girl and no one else. While he was very aware he still couldn’t get a proper boner from either his depression or the pills he’s been using, it didn’t mean he couldn’t visualize. He missed her – from her sweet lips to her wet folds, from her gentle neck to her curvaceous ass. She’d kill him if she knew he still thought of her ass as such because she always hated that description because she thought ‘it’s a nice way to tell someone they’re fat’ but he always found it sexy. He always found her sexy.

“Bro, stoop!” Grayson could tell Ethan got lost in his memories and wishful thinking for a moment there. It made him nauseous. He never wanted to see or think about them doing their business. One accident was enough and it was scarring. Sometimes the image of his brother being balls deep inside Y/N on the kitchen counter as she moaned still haunted him. He’d always get the urge to scrub the kitchen clean when it did.

“So?? Did you do it? Did you?!” Ethan clapped his hands together, deciding there are more important things to talk about than his wife’s body and how much he missed worshipping it.

“I did.” Grayson rolled his eyes. “You know she’s gonna catch me one if these days and I’ll be a dead man for real.” Grayson scrolled through his phone, looking for what his brother so desperately needed.

“That’s the little bump and according to my measurements, the bump grew additional two inches since last week. If she keeps this up, she won’t fit through the door by the time she’s six months in.” Grayson chuckled only to get a nasty glare from Ethan. That glare is his reward for sneaking into Y/N’s room every morning at breaking dawn to take pictures and measurements of her belly for him? Grayson scoffed at him.

“First, my wife has three humans inside her at the same time which is two humans more than yours ever did. Have some empathy. Second, I can’t wait to see her waddle around like an angry penguin. She’s gonna be so cute!!” Grayson could see the excitement in Ethan’s eyes, clear as day. He was back – not completely and he knew six weeks and some pills didn’t magically fix him, but he had the old Ethan with him at this moment and he felt himself unravel.

Thankfully, Grayson’s phone had started to ring, stopping his emotions from getting out of hand.

“Hello?” Grayson smiled when he heard the tiny voice on the other line, knowing his tiny agents have done their work. “A what?” But his face fell when he realized that he failed his job. “Thank you baby, now go put mommy on.” He demanded as nicely as possible, very much prepared to start a war with his wife over the news. “Mommy said what?” Grayson was fighting not to yell, so, so hard. “Okay, okay. Daddy’s coming home soon, okay? Tell mommy that.”

“What did I just witness?” Ethan chuckled, imagining similar scenarios in his future as well. Would his kids be identical? Would they be boys or girls? He wished he knew.

“Dude, you have to speed up this process.” Grayson was already standing up, gathering his things which only alerted Ethan to issues he’d have to face.

“What? Why?”

“Because Katie just told me she saw auntie Y/N leave the house with her car and apparently she’s been gone for a while. She also heard her mentioning coffee and a date and I think she’s moving on.”

**

Y/N was on a mission. While she never thought she’d be rummaging through Grayson and Clara’s room like a madwoman, she had found herself doing just that – and with Clara’s help at that.

“How could they both lie to us like that?!” Clara shouted, clearly more upset than Y/N thought she would be. For a moment, Y/N believed Clara knew all about it because she and Grayson always tell each other everything, but the moment she brought it up, she knew she was just as clueless.

“FOUND THIS!” Clara exclaimed victoriously. Rolling over the bed, she held up an envelope addressed to Y/N and the wicked glint in her eyes grew as she realized she soiled whatever plan the twins had forged. The girls always loved one-upping them, especially since it felt like they were two separate teams at times. The guys were close, but they’ve become just as close – close enough to finish each other’s sentences and in the process freaking out their husbands.

Taking the envelope in her hand, Y/N sat down. Her back against the bed, she traced the letters with her fingertips – carefully, slowly, as if her touch would make them disappear.

“It’s Ethan’s handwriting.” She states, her voice raspy as she fights tears.

“Open it.” Clara encouraged, but Y/N was hesitant.

“I’m scared. What if this is his final goodbye or something?” Y/N knew she sounded silly. Hell, final goodbye? She never thought she’d want to hear from him again, to crave his voice, his hands, his lips. She never knew she’d ever consider being his again, but it’s a difficult cycle to break.

“Didn’t you file for divorce?” Clara reminded her. Y/N chuckled dryly, nodding as tears clawed their way to her eyes.

“Yeah. But I didn’t know a lot of what I know today. I…did you know he left her? Months ago? That he told her the love he has for me can’t compare to anything? That he kept the wedding ring? That he didn’t even want a divorce, just to tell me what he felt and to find a way to work through that as a couple?” She didn’t bother holding her tears back, letting the rivers flow freely.

“I still fucking resent him for it all. But I do love him, Clara. I love him so fucking much that my heart aches. I miss him…all the fucking time and I hate him for making me love him even when I hate him.” She wiped at her tears with the back of her hands, annoyed for even crying. She thought she was done crying over Ethan Dolan, but fate had different plans.

“You should open it. Whatever is inside must be important if he decided to lie and then disappear for so long instead of coming home to you to beg for forgiveness.”

Nodding, Y/N sighs. She knows that too. It’s why she’s so scared of what’s inside. It could be nothing, but it could be big…life-shattering.

Opening it, she found a piece of paper inside.

I’m going to make it better for us. I will. It’s going to take time, but time’s just a construct, right? Infinity times infinity…that’s what I live by. I hope you do too. I love you. Always will.

xx Still yours, Ethan.

Shaking, Y/N stood up when she heard heavy footsteps approaching the room. She knew if it were the kids the sound would be like pitter-patter and not like an ax-wielding maniac. Grayson was a lot of things, but subtle wasn’t one of them.

He had no idea what he was walking into, his guard down as he entered the room, facing two women who were fuming.

“Where the fuck is my husband?!”

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Not what I expected

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6; 7 (here); 8

Sorry if this comes across as a little dry.  I've come to the realisation that I just can't do Marinette justice at all.  Any scene with her in it just feels like I'm forcing it slightly.  Maybe it's because at her age I cut myself off from kids my own age I don't know...

Chapter 7:

“Barring an Akuma attach which could make me late, you will.” Marinette smiled, then yawned. “Come on Tikki, let's go get some sleep, we are going to need it.” 

 As Marinette walked the short distance back to the room she would be staying in that night, she thought about the argument she knew she was about to have with Tikki. She wanted to make sure that she had all of her reasonings straight before Tikki could even start as she knew Tikki would respect a well thought out argument rather than an emotional one. 

 Right, Fact one: I was going to call them in any way and they need as many facts as possible to create a solid profile. Fact two: Her parents already knew anyway as they had walked into her room while she was dropping her transformation after a difficult fight. Fact three: One of the men on that team was her father and deserved the truth. Fact four: As far as she knew they were leaving Paris soon anyway. Fact five: they knew how to keep secrets, they were in the FBI after all.

 Yes, Marinette thought those were all very solid reasons that, while they wouldn't calm Tikki down completely, would show Tikki that she had thought through her decision before just blurting it out. It'll help that Hotch was almost Akumatised and I needed to act quickly to prevent it! Marinette thought almost sardonically.

 As soon as they were in the room Tikki had floated up in front of her with her paws crossed. The look in Tikki's eyes almost screamed 'explain, now, or else.' Marinette almost shook her head at how predictable Tikki could be at times. Sure she could be extremely supportive but sometimes Marinette felt that Tikki only looked at the big picture and as a result, she sometimes missed the finer details and occasionally that included her feeling. 

 “I'll give you your answers but I'm going to be preparing for bed while I talk as it's extremely late and I need to be in top form for Uncle J's wedding, fair enough?” Marinette asked one eyebrow raised as if to challenge Tikki to say no. Getting Tikki's agreement Marinette started going through her nightly routine while listing off the reasons she had come up with earlier. 

 “Alright,” Tikki replied eventually, “I don't like it but I do understand it and I can see this wasn't a rash decision. I just hope they are as good as you say they are and that you haven't put your trust in the wrong place.”

 “Thanks, Tikki,” Marinette yawned as she settled into bed, her eyes already closing.

 Down the hall, the two BAU teams were trying to process the fact that Hotch's daughter was Ladybug.

 “I can't believe that she just blurted out her secret like that.” Hotch wasn't sure who said that but Reid's reply caught his interest immediately though.

 “Did she really blurt it out without thought though? Let's look at the facts here, she stated that she knew we would guess who she was anyway. This implies that she looked us up beforehand, our team is fairly well known and while not everything can be found online, it was a safe assumption that she would have tried to contact us at some point in the near future. She also was too quick to offer to prove it but didn't wait for our answer when she saw Hotch was about to be compromised. This shows that she values honesty and that she cares more for family, even if she doesn't know them well than she does for any secrecy.”

 The team was quiet until Hotch decided it was time for them all to head to bed, he knew Jack would wake him up early regardless of what time he went to bed. Jack was like Haley in that respect.

 The team woke up gradually, Hotch first then Garcia and Reid with the rest following slowly. Jack was bursting with questions about his sister and had been quite put out by the fact that she had been there the night before and they hadn't woken him up to meet her. Hotch had tried to explain but Jack had just pouted. Eventually, Garcia had suggested that they send Marinette a message and see if she was free at all that day to meet Jack. The whole team was awake by this stage so it was agreed that that was what they would do. To their surprise Marinette had replied rather quickly, saying if they didn't mind she could visit for an hour before she had to leave again. Jack had jumped on the idea and so the team had agreed.

 As a result, they were very surprised when half an hour later there was a knock on the door and when they opened it, Marinette stood there. What was more surprising was that she was dress in a lavender silk robe over a floor-length black dress that shimmered into deep purple as she walked. Her hair was artfully pulled into a half up half down riot of curls and pinned in place with what looked hairpins set with amethysts. She had light make up on with the eyeshadow done in pale shades of purple and artful wings that highlighted her eyes making them seem larger then they were. Around her neck was a stunning amethyst necklace which seemed to shimmer with life all of it's own. She was also wearing high heels, which surprised them. All in all, she looked stunning and they all said as much to her, though they did have to ask about the robe.

 “Well, I didn't want to spill anything on this dress.” She laughed then continued, “I think Penny would kill me if I did, one of her other friends is currently keeping her calm but as the wedding is in 2 hours I knew I wouldn't have time to change into my dress after we got her into her dress and I did up the laces and any last-minute touches that might be needed. We will be photographed as we do that but all the photo's that are taken today will only be released after their honeymoon is over in roughly two weeks.”

 JJ and the rest of the girls were quiet for a moment then Prentiss spoke up. “I think I speak for us all when I say two questions. One- Who is getting married and two – may we please see the whole dress that you are wearing?”

 Marinette laughed before replying, “Jagged and Penny are finally getting married and on top of asking me to design their wedding outfits, Penny asked me to be her maid of honour. I signed an NDA when I accepted but I have permission from them to tell you about it.” Instead of answering the second question verbally she stood up and shrugged off the robe revealing the ombre effect in the centre of the dress. Once again the team was struck speechless at the detail in the dress as well as it's elegance. She let them get a good look at the dress before pulling the robe back on.

 “Now, I believe there was someone eager to meet me properly.” She smiled as she spoke looking over at Hotch and Jack. For some reason, Jack was being shy and hiding behind Hotch's legs. 

 “Would it help if I sat down?” concern was evident in her voice but it seemed to help Jack break out of his momentary bashfulness as he slowly walked forward.

 “I know I saw you last night but are you sure you are my sister and not a fairy princess?” Jack's tone held a small amount of awe. “You look so pretty.”

 “I'm no fairy, though I suppose I am short enough to be one and I'm sure I'm not a princess even if I have my own tower.” She crouched then smiled and winked as she said the last bit showing that she wasn't offended. “I'm just a normal girl who gets to play dress-up once in a while and today is one of those days.” Her tone was light as though she expected Jack's shyness to return at any second and she didn't want to scare him.

 “Are you sure? You managed to tame a crocodile last night so you have to be a fairy princess!” Jack stated with all the conviction of a 9-year-old. “You pretty, can tame animals and are kind so you have to be a princess!”

 “Unfortunately I can't claim the title of a princess but there is one title I can claim, do you know what that is?”

 “No, what?”

 “Your big sister. My name is Marinette and if I heard Dad properly earlier your name is Jack right?” All Jack could do was nod even as she slowly drew him into a soft conversation. 

 The team watched on quietly, trying not to melt at the sight of the siblings interacting for the first time. It looked very cute with her crouching to be closer to Jack's height and Jack looking at her in total awe. All too soon it was time for her to head back to Penny's side, which had Jack pouting again until Marinette promised he'd see her tomorrow. That seemed to cheer him up considerably and he waved happily as she said her goodbyes to the team.

 “That went well,” Rossi said with a slightly wistful tone in his voice, thinking of how he had missed his daughter growing up and how he had missed so much of his grandson's life so far as well.

 “The more I see her, the more I can't help but want to steal her and wrap her up then hide her from the world!” Garcia's tone was light and bubbly but the team could see that she meant what she said.

 “Then let's see what we can get off her old phone to nail the liar in a way she can't wriggle out of. I swear we've had unsubs less slippery then her!” Hotch’s tone was firm yet his voice had been pitched in such a way that it wouldn't startle Jack. “Garcia please work on the phone, Reid could you please go over everything we know about her class teacher and any laws here in France that we could use to make sure we didn't miss anything while we were on the plane. Morgan, Rossi, JJ and Prentiss please head out and have a look around so that we can gauge the mood of everyone here, pay close attention to teens who look to be in Marinette's age group, just don't make it look obvious that you are doing so. We know what her class looks like thanks to the class photo so see if we can't spot them at all. I'm going to visit Tom and Sabine to see if Marinette has mentioned anyone that still believes in her as well as to introduce them to Jack.”

 The team nodded and with that, they all separated to get to work on the tasks Hotch had set for them.

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Three Days ~ 35

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~*~Emma~*~

Sebastian's hands are incredible. The way he touched my body set me on fire. His thumb on my clit was secondary to his fingers. He stroked the perfect spot inside me. I'd never had someone touch me so intentionally. Had he asked, I couldn't have told him what I needed. I had no idea. Sebastian did. I remembered what he'd said our first night, the sex would get better as he learned how to touch me. He was learning now, paying attention to my reaction and changing accordingly. I didn't understand a word he was saying and it wasn't solely because he was speaking Romanian. He spoke in long sentences next to my ear where I could feel his breath.

I felt the pressure start to build and dug my nails into his bicep.

Sebastian's face came into view and the Romanian stopped, "You gonna come for me, baby."

That I didn't instantly was a miracle. "I am." His touch became firmer. "Oh fuck, Bastian. Your fingers. .." My words were cut off by my orgasm. The last thing I saw before I went blind, I mean closed my eyes, was his smile.

Sebastian kissed my neck and moved his fingers from inside me to my clit. "Wanna come again?"

Thirty seconds later I did. My body shook and I grabbed his wrist, too sensitive for more touch. I fisted the hair on the back of his head and pulled him away, where I could see him. His blue eyes were sparkling and the line of his lips was edging close to a smirk, "Yes?"

I loosened my hold on his hair, "You have very talented fingers."

"I couldn't leave you hanging." He pushed his head back against my hand. "I like the hair pulling."

"I think I was going to kiss you." I squeezed my eyes together for a moment, "My brain's a little scrambled."

Sebastian brought his mouth to mine, his tongue gently caressing mine. The intensity was high. Not an excited ramping up, more of a not wanting to let go holding on. Still, over time we did. He held me tight and I relaxed with my head on his shoulder. I didn't really know where to go after literally being fucked into a wall. I heard myself sign contentedly.

Sebastian laughed, "Yeah, I agree."

I stretched out across his lap, leaning back on the arm of the couch and wiggling my toes. A question popped in my mind, "What were you saying?"

"You're beautiful. You make me feel good. I’m glad I got here early to spend more time with you." He kissed me softly, "And a bunch of dirty stuff that would sound bad right now, but I'II happily repeat later."

"That sounds fun!" I ran my fingers over his cheek and down his chest. "We got the tournament bracket last night."

"Did you?" He rubbed his hand on my hip. "What seed are you? Is there a team name?"

"There is a team name. We are the Demonic Crickets." I couldn’t help but laugh.

"I feel a story coming."

"It's from Schitt's Creek." His lack of expression said he hadn't seen it. I reached behind me, patting the table to find the remote. I quickly had Season 1 Episode 7 "Turkey Shoot” pulled up on Plex. "It’s the opening." I let it play, pleased with his expression and light laughter. I paused at the credits. "I wanted milky exoskeleton, but Pete thought it sounded dirty and would be hard to pronounce drunk."

"He might have a point with the second part. Doesn't sound dirty, unless maybe your drunk and it comes out milky secretions."

I laughed, "Pete said those exact words. You two are going to get along." I remembered the first part of his question, "We're the three seed. First round is at noon. Have to be there at eleven."

"Three is good. Not the pressure of the one spot, or the angry runner up number two, or too far down to be taken seriously. Three is perfect to sneak in and take over."

I wasn't sure if he knew anything about seeding or was being supportive. "I like being a three. We play the five seed and that should be a good match, we'll get the nerves out and can make adjustments if our plan isn't working. One plays eight and two plays seven. Those mess with your head more. If you struggle you question how you'll do with a higher seed, but if you win easy you can get overconfident. Plus, if you breeze through you don't figure out what adjustments you need."

"This is going to be fun."

"I hope you’ll have fun. I'll have a blast." I picked up the remote to turn the TV off.

"No, let's watch. I've never seen Schitt's Creek. We'll find something I love that you haven't seen and trade off."

"I'll go back to episode one, so you know what’s going on." I moved around to sit a little more facing the TV with my legs still over his lap. I wanted to be able to watch the show and his face. And I just wanted to look at him.

Several episodes, tons of laughter, and making out during the credits later I heard a strange gurgling sound. I put my hand on Sebastian's stomach, "Hungry, baby?"

"Sounds like I am." He put his hand over mine, assuring I didn’t move. "I made us a reservation at the place we went last week. I hope that's alright."

"Same place?" There were several good places around town, but he wouldn't know them.

"Good food." He smiled, "Last week I wanted to take a walk by the river, but the storm ruined it."

I mumbled, "Among other things."

We both laughed. "Good memories too."

He picked my hand up off his stomach and brought it to his mouth. "Very. Reservation at seven."

I hit the info button on the remote. It was almost six thirty. "I need to change."

"The fairy costume has grown on me." He fluffed my skirt.

"My wings are smashed. Besides us out to dinner with me in a fairy costume is a guaranteed picture on Instagram that I don’t want to explain."

Sebastian pulled me into a hug. "I should change too."

"At least zip your jeans." I flipped the fabric before I stood up. He still had my hand and I waited for him to stand. I was amused by how dressed we were. His pants were open and mine were by the door. It had been a very targeted activity.

The look on Sebastian's face told me he was thinking something similar. He nodded to the door, "I'll grab my bag and your pants."

"Thank you." We separated at the stairs and I ran up. What to wear. What to wear. I ducked into the bath room to freshen up and came out in my bathrobe. Sebastian was in his boxers and a t-shirt. My mouth watered.

Sebastian was pulling things out of his bag, laying them on the bed. He paused to look me up and down. "Next weekend I'd like to take you out someplace nice."

I clasped my hands between my breasts, raising my shoulders with excitement, "Dress up in girl clothes nice?"

His eyebrows raised with the nod of his head and smile, "Exactly."

I sighed dramatically, "I miss dressing up and going out to dinner." I closed my eyes, "Live music, plays, art openings."

"Then next weekend you’re in luck." He picked up his shaving kit, heading toward the bathroom. He stopped to kiss me, "I know places to go in NY, unlike here.”

"There's some fine dining places here. Haven't dated much here, but I can research. Won't have the same energy as the city."

He closed the bathroom door, "I’m happy and sad you don't know good date spots."

I walked into my closet to find something to make my date's pants tight. Casual, cute, and a touch of sexy. I was pulling on my white mini skirt with an eyelet bottom when Sebastian came to the closet door. He was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a black polo, and a pair of loafers. "You look handsome." I was still adjusting to his shorn beard, with how young he looked. There was a hook on the door for my robe and I slid it off, handing it to Sebastian. He missed the hook because he wasn't looking in the right direction. He was looking at me in a bra and miniskirt. I could see him swallow hard, "This closer to your fantasy?"

"Closer, but not quite."

I took my blue chambray shirt of the hanger and dropped it over my head. It had a loose contoured cut and gathered in a knot at my hip. I added a few long necklaces and matching earrings before picking up my wedge sandals. Sebastian was blocking the door, his body filling the space. I put my hands on his waist and smoothed around to his back. Our hips connected, but there was space between our upper bodies. He kissed my head, "We look like casual summer lovers out for a night.

"Pretty accurate."

"Causal looking, not casual lovers."

The look on his face stopped my heart. I pressed my lips to his for a quick kiss that took on a life of its own, morphing in to a lazy long kiss. I broke the kiss and buried my nose against him, "You smell fucking delicious." I drew in a deep breath and let out a sigh.

"Didn’t bring cologne to move my parents."

"We had many things working against up last weekend.”

"And yet here we are."

'Yes, we are." I sat down on the bed to put on my shoes. "Adversity becomes us."

Sebastian knelt on the floor in front of me, sliding my shoe on my foot, “This is the least difficult thing ever.”  He took my hands as he stood up and brought me into his arms.

We stood holding onto each other for a long time. Last weekend was touching on Friday, sharing secrets on Saturday, hugging on Sunday, and sex on Monday. Seemed tonight’s theme was romance. I closed my eyes and clung to him, feeling the hard plane of his chest against my cheek and the slight twitch of a muscle in his back. I’d ask him last week if it was crazy to think you were falling for someone after three days. Thankfully he’d said no, because I didn’t think I was falling for him now, I knew I was. I wasn’t in love with him, but it wouldn’t take long, which is different for me. I don’t get emotionally involved with people easily, except those rare times like with Angie. It takes a while for me to trust and attach. Standing here wrapped in his arms I didn’t want to let go. Part of not wanting to let go was as sure as I was that I could fall in love with him, I knew the same was true for him, and right this second it felt so good.

Sebastian kissed my head and ran his hand down my arm to take my hand before stepping away, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah.” I nodded slightly and hoped my legs were going to work. I grabbed my purse on the way out the door, “Do you want to drive?”

“Yes, please.”

I got a thrill at having this man driving my vehicle. Absolutely ridiculous. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was fifteen going my first date. It wasn’t even our first date. “Code is 0418.” He punched the code into the driver’s side door, hit the unlock button, and walked me to the other side of the car, giving me a kiss before closing the door.

He got in and adjusted the seat and mirrors before starting the engine, “I like driving.”

“I like being driven.” I waited until he buckled his seat belt before laying my hand on his leg. I couldn’t help but touch him and his smile made my stomach flip. “Remember how to get there?”

“Yeah.” He nodded and glanced over, “I drove. If I don’t drive, I don’t remember how to get anywhere. How far away is the tournament?”

“Umm, five minutes. It’s over by the Whole Foods. We should take an Uber.”

“Planning on getting me too drunk to drive?”

“And they set up checkpoints.”

The restaurant was quite a bit busier than last week. We were parked further away, but closer to the river walk. “Don’t move.”

He jumped out of the car and came around to my side, opening the door, and taking my hand. I needed to say something about this. I waited for him to close the door. “Wait a second.”

“What’s up?” He faced me and looked expectantly.

“You driving and opening doors, the chivalrous stuff. I appreciate it. I like how you treat me. You’re a gentleman.”

Sebastian smiled sheepishly, “I just fucked you into a wall.”

I gasped, “Oh my god.” I could feel my cheeks burning.

His expression dropped, “You’re blushing.” He pulled me close, holding my head to him. “Emma, I’m sorry.”

I started laughing, pushed him away and put my hand on his chest. “Just take the compliment, Seb.”

He laughed and wrapped his hand around mine, “Thank you.”

[cheemerthelizard]

Crusader of Life (Kakyoin x Reader) Chapter 8

Ah, finally a break! Varanasi is a beautiful city, and the day is all yours! No Stand user would possibly decide to ruin you and Kakyoin’s first date... right?

You and the others had finally arrived at Varanasi, and it looked even better than what Avdol described. Beautiful designs, bright colors, and sparkling jewels, it was all so amazing! The best part: no Stand user in sight.

“Say, Mr. Joestar, your arm looks a little weird,” you commented, pointing at it. “Looks like a huge pimple or something. Maybe you should see a doctor.”

“Hm,” Joseph stared at it. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I can go with you, if you’d like,” Polnareff offered.

“No, no, I’ll be fine. You four go enjoy the city.”

And that you certainly would. After all, there was no way you’d miss an opportunity like this to get some sweet, sweet time off from a Stand attack. Granted, you probably shouldn’t jinx it.

“Oh, (Y/N), I need to ask you something,” Kakyoin said, interrupting your thoughts. “I’ve been thinking, we haven’t really had a proper date. The most we’ve had together is walking around looking for Polnareff. Would you mind if-“

“No, I wouldn’t mind,” you answered, smiling. “I would love to go on a date.”

“Oh, good,” Kakyoin sighed. “Well, I don’t really know this place very well, so perhaps we could explore a bit?”

“That sounds nice,” you replied. “In fact, I haven’t really gone on a date with someone until now, so I don’t know what to do.”

“Nor have I. We’ll wing it. Avdol! Jotaro!” Kakyoin tossed a walkie talkie to both of them. “We’ll be exploring the city a bit. Call us on there if there’s danger.”

“Understood,” Avdol nodded.

“Alright,” Jotaro agreed.

“Good. Well, we’re off!” Kakyoin waved to the two.

“Have fun! Tell me how it goes!”

“Don’t get caught by an enemy Stand.”

If you thought the city was beautiful from a distance, you hadn’t seen anything yet. The view from the streets was a whole new version of eye candy. Everywhere you turned, there were vendors selling something appealing. Trinkets, exotic foods, colorful clothing, and just about anything you could think of. Oh, you just wanted one of those things, just one. Taking your own piece of India home would be wonderful. Alas, you had no money with you.

“I can buy something, if you really want it.”

“Hm?”

Kakyoin laughed. “You’re not good at hiding your expressions. Even Ace is looking at everything in awe. I can buy something small, if you really want it.”

“No, I can’t do that,” you protested. “You’re my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy.”

“If it makes you feel better, you can pay me back.”

“But I won’t remember, I won’t.”

“I’ll help you remember, if it means that much to you.”

You stared at the ground and muttered, “Fine.” You knew, somehow, Kakyoin wasn’t really going to remind you. He just said that so you wouldn’t feel guilty about taking money out of his pocket. Still, you picked out a cute little elephant necklace, but checked the price without Kakyoin knowing. Good. It’s fairly cheap.

As you continued down the streets, Kakyoin whispered something to you. “I didn’t bring any money, either. Mr. Joestar was kind enough to lend me some. He said to ‘use it as I deemed fit,’ then winked.”

“So it won’t affect you if I get something expensive?”

“He didn’t give me that much, come on.” Kakyoin chuckled. “But he did give me enough for lunch, dinner, and two small souvenirs.”

“How convenient,” you laughed. “It’s almost as if it was planned for something.”

Kakyoin laughed, too. “I didn’t tell you at first because I didn’t know how you’d react to me leaving all my money at home.”

“Hey, like I said, you’re my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy.”

Those words seemed to lift a weight off of Kakyoin’s shoulders. “Well speaking of lunch, I’m starving. Let’s find somewhere to eat.”

“Yeah...” your mind had drifted elsewhere. You had just seen someone in a cloak, you were sure of it. But, suddenly, he was gone. It couldn’t be an enemy Stand, could it? You prayed that it wasn’t.

“You okay?”

You snapped back to reality. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I just felt like someone was watching us. I’m probably just paranoid from the past few days, with all of the Stand users attacking us.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what it was.”

The two of you searched for a while for a good place to eat, until you stumbled upon a little cafe that had a wonderful smell to it. You both eagerly went inside to check out the menu, since both of your stomachs were growling. Each of you chose what you wanted, and sat down to wait for it to be ready.

“Actually, your Stand was the first one I’ve seen besides mine,” you laughed. “I thought I was the only one to have an ability like that.”

“Well, yours was technically the second for me,” Kakyoin said, “since I had to see Jotaro’s first, but it was special, since I hadn’t seen Star Platinum in action yet.”

“Do you believe in fate?” you asked. “Like how the Joestars have fought to keep away Dio. Do you believe that us meeting there was fate?”

Kakyoin looked, and thought about it. “Maybe,” he finally said. “I don’t really think about fate all that much. However, I don’t think someone’s life is completely controlled by fate, only certain bits. Us meeting? I think it was, but we chose to make something out of it.”

However, you weren’t listening to him. That same cloaked guy from before was back, and definitely looking right at you two.

“Kakyoin,” you nudged him. “I think I’ve seen that guy before.”

Unfortunately, as soon as Kakyoin turned, the man caught drift of what was happening, and quickly dashed back into the crowd of people.

“Darn. He’s gone again.”

“No, no, I saw him, even if it was for a split second,” Kakyoin reassured you.

“You did?”

“I did. And he did look suspicious.”

You grumbled. “I hoped nothing would ruin this day. It was supposed to be special.”

Kakyoin got up from his chair. “I think it was special, even if it was interrupted by an enemy. But for now, we need to go after that cloaked man. He could be dangerous.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. You took Kakyoin’s hand as he lifted you up from your chair, and you both ran after the supposed enemy Stand user. It wasn’t long before you found him, though, running through the crowd. The two of you dashed through the streets, bumping into lots of people on the way, but determined to not lose sight of that man.  Eventually, he had made his way out of the dense crowd, and catching his breath. He thought he had lost you! Before you ran to take the opportunity, Kakyoin stopped you. He looked right at you, summoned Hierophant, let his Stand slither its way right towards the cloaked man, and grabbed onto his shoulder. The man let out a confused yelp, and you and Kakyoin emerged from the crowd. Now that you had actually seen the man, he looked very different than you expected, with a long, black beard, thick eyebrows, and bushy hair.

“Alright, bud, start talking!” You tried sounding as tough as possible. “Name, Stand’s name, and Stand’s ability.”

“Alright, fine!” The man was still trying to grab on to Hierophant, who had a firm grip on his shoulder. “My name is Fredrick Jones, but that’s all the information I can give!”

Kakyoin tightened the grip on his shoulder, earning another loud yelp from Fredrick.

“Hierophant’s grip will only get tighter, so you better start talking, Fredrick.” Yes! Nailed it!

“The reason I can’t tell you the other information is because I don’t know what they are!” He cried, and Hierophant tightened his grip again.

“Don’t play dumb with us! If you don’t have a Stand, why were you following us?”

“Y-you got me,” Fredrick’s voice strained. “I was following you to take pictures.”

“Pictures, huh?” you asked him. “What does Dio need with pictures?”

“Who’s Dio?” Another cry of pain as Hierophant squeezed harder.

“Let me ask again. What does Dio need the pictures for?”

“Look, I was taking the pictures for myself, I promise!” Fredrick was practically crying at this point. “You see, I’m an artist, and I’ve recently entered a big art contest, and the theme was love. I’ve been uninspired for weeks, but seeing you and him together... an artist can’t help but feel inspired!”

Frantically, Fredrick got out the pictures he had taken, and showed you. You nodded. “Yup, these are all of us just being together. Nothing that would be useful to the enemies.” You turned to Kakyoin. “I think he’s telling the truth.”

“Do you want me to release Hierophant’s grip?”

“I think it’s safe.”

Hesitantly, Kakyoin called back Hierophant, and Fredrick fell to the floor, massaging his hurt shoulder. “Thank you, oh thank you!” he cried with relief. “I don’t know what was going on, but I’m sure it’s what you were talking about with ‘Stands’ and ‘Dio’.”

“Oh, sir, I’m so sorry,” you put your hands up to your mouth. “What was happening did have to do with Stands. We’re on this journey to stop an evil man named Dio, and he’s been sending out his minions to do the work for him. We had mistaken you for one of his followers. How can we make it up to you?”

Fredrick scratched his beard. “Well, there is one thing. Make romantic poses for me to use for my art piece. Artist’s block is the hardest thing to overcome.”

“Romantic poses?” Kakyoin asked. “Like this?”

Without warning, Kakyoin had grabbed your head and pulled you close, so that you had to kiss him. The kiss lasted for a while, about ten seconds this time, until you heard Fredrick say, “Okay, that’s the perfect picture!”

Kakyoin lifted his lips from yours, and you noticed your face heating up.

“Is that all you’ll be needing?” Kakyoin asked your new friend.

“Yes, thank you very much!” Fredrick answered happily. “In fact, this is going to be the winner, for sure!”

“Glad to help!” you called. “See you around!”

You and Kakyoin left Fredrick, and returned to the group.

“You wouldn’t believe what happened with us!” you called. “We got almost attacked by an almost enemy almost Stand!”

“Kakyoin, translate,” Jotaro said.

“We met someone who was stalking us, but not for Dio. He was an artist who wanted pictures of us to paint later.”

“Well, I had an actual Stand attack me,” Joseph muttered. “And it forced us to not stay at any hotels tonight.”

“Yikes,” you said. “What happened?”

“I’ll tell you when we’re in the car. For now, let’s get a move on. I’m wanted here.”

Once everyone was in the car, Joseph started the engine, and you were off.

“Hey, Kakyoin, did you use all of the money I lent you?”

“No, I don’t believe I have. Here’s the money back.”

Joseph chuckled. “You didn’t have dinner, did you?”

“Didn’t have time.”

“It’s okay, I have snacks.”

Joseph tossed some cookies and crackers to the back, and you ate them quickly. “Wow,” you said with food still in your mouth. “I’m hungrier than I thought.” Just then, you yawned. “And sleepier, too.” It wasn’t a surprise when you felt Kakyoin pull your head to his shoulder.

“Goodnight,” you said sleepily, before letting yourself drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

[crewhonk]

Of The Line (9)

Summary: YN comes home and begins to make right

Words: 3.6K

Warnings: drinking, crying, working through offence, the Lagos incident

Till The End Masterlist / Of The Line Masterlist

Songs: “Arms Unfolding”- Dodie (particularily ‘i apologise but it was only self defence, running away just made sense’ and ‘But here I am with arms unfolding, guess it isn’t quite the end, 
Oh, partner in crime, I am going to try, 
To fall in love with you again’)/ “Heart of Stone”- Natalie Paris (six; the musical)

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The ride home was soothing— the hum of the jet engines calming YN down to her bones and making her heart slow for the first time in months. The heavy weight of depression, and anxiety, and paranoia melted off of her the longer she sat in one of the jet booths and snacked on a Tupperware bin of nutritious food Giovanna knew she would need.

“I know what you get like when you feel this way,” she had said sliding the bin over to her. She almost moaned at the sight of fruit and veggies and cottage cheese waiting for her.

“Like what?”

“Well— self-destructive.” She replied and YN smiled a shadow of her former smile, the guilt of what she had done one of the last things weighing her down from holding herself with pride like she once had.

“I’m going to be apologizing for running from you for the rest of my life, you know that, right?” YN said, walking with Giovanna and slowly joining her in the cockpit. She didn’t need to be there, but it sent a thrill down her spine to watch the compound come into view. There were a handful of dots on the landing pad, and YN was filled with nerves once more at the thought of facing the people she had left behind.

“I know. You don’t need to— I know you’re going to be safe, now. I’m going to say one thing though.” Giovanna said, engaging the landing gear.

“What?”

“I’m never leaving you alone, again.”

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Natasha had been the first to greet her— the smaller woman running headlong into YN’s arms and burying her face into her neck, letting out a cry full of emotion and digging her nails into her shoulders as if YN would once again disappear from her again. Natasha, never the one for sentiment, pulled away, wiping her eyes hurriedly and smiling brightly. Like Giovanna, she had seemed aged around the corners of her eyes, and YN felt a sudden pang of remorse for her actions.

“I’m happy you’re home, Lamb.”

Wanda was next, hugging her more gently than Natasha had, but with the same sense of need. YN had become one of the leading influences in Wanda’s new life, and if her father was here, Bruce would have said Wanda had everything but imprinted on YN. YN pulled away, and as Wanda opened her mouth, YN offered her a kind smile and said;

“Don’t apologize. There’s no need for that foolishness, okay, Wan? I’m not leaving you anytime soon… again.” Wanda smiled back and kissed YN’s cheeks before letting Tony push past and wrap himself around YN. She felt his lips press to the shell of her ear, and in the warmest voice she had ever heard him use, said,

“You just needed to talk to us, Bug. We will always be here with you.” He murmured and YN hugged him tighter— now that Bruce was gone, this was the closest father figure to her now, and she felt herself leaning into that notion.

“I know that now, Thanks, Uncle Tony.”

YN let go of Tony, then and with a jolt, realized the last person on the landing pad was none other than the reason she had left. Steve looked wrecked— violet bruising under his eyes and heavy creases in his brow. There was an unfamiliar downturn to the corners of his lips, and she could tell by the way he kept swallowing quickly that his heartfelt as if it were in his throat. She knew because she felt the same way.

YN wasn’t ready to reconcile with him yet, though and with a forlorn, half apologetic expression, she followed Giovanna into the compound, feeling her heart drop from her throat and down into the pits of her stomach.

She knew he felt the same way.

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ONE WEEK LATER

Giovanna jumped for the third time in a quarter of an hour, due to YN slamming her tools and notepads onto the counter and stomping around like a teenager who had just had her phone taken away.

“Bitch, stop slamming tools around you’re going to scare Smart A55.” She said, sharply but quietly. If she was right about what YN was angry about, she had every right to be annoyed with her best friend.

“Who?” YN’s head shot to Giovanna, who pointed over her shoulder with her thumb to a medium-sized globe with legs seemingly charging in the corner of the room.

“What the hell is that?” YN asked, half amazed as she walked over to the robot. The shell was smooth, and it seemed to be running entirely from the new reactor core Giovanna had shown her once YN had settled in.

“I needed to distract myself when you were gone so I made our new personal assistant. It felt weird having FRIDAY make us— me coffee and bringing it to here, so I made Smart A55. One of her legs is a little slower than the rest of them and she falls asleep really often, but she’s cute.”

“She really is. She matches your suit armour.”

“I know, now, why are you slamming my shit around?”

There was a pause of silence where YN refused to look up at Giovanna, and when she did, she was met with the infamous Stark Stare.

“Steve has no right to be this grumpy all the time, okay?” YN snapped, and Giovanna sat at the table in a spinning stool, leaning on the counter swaying back and forth listening to YN with an impassive expression.

“You’ve forgiven me as far as I know. So has Nat and Wanda and Sam and Tony.” Giovanna nodded and waited for YN to continue her rant.

“Steve has no right to be in the gym at 3 am running and breaking punching bags like he’s the one who had his heartbroken.” She finished her small rant and was immediately offended to find Giovanna laughing at her— head thrown back and hands on her stomach.

“What.” YN snapped and Giovanna stopped laughing, immediately glaring YN down and slamming her tools down to make a point.

“You broke his heart too, YN. You left him. You left us, and it left a gaping hole in our family. You’ve always undersold your part in our lives, but you’re like the distant family cat— completely necessary and everyone has their day made when you even pay the smallest of attention to them. You haven’t been doing that to him, and it’s driving him literally insane.” She explained and watched as the red of YN’s cheeks was slowly replaced with green once more.

“So, you’re taking his side?”

“No, I’m on your side, but you need to know that you were the one that left. He said no, but you disappeared.” Giovanna said carefully and YN’s eyes fluttered weakly before she slouched in her chair and stared at the table. Giovanna was right, and they both knew it.

“I’m sorry for snapping. And leaving.” YN mumbled, and looked up when Smart A55 limped over to her and opened the compartment no the top of her… head? There was a collection of donuts in there, and YN looked up at Giovanna who was watching her with a sad smile.

“Take one.” She hummed, reaching for the tool YN had been holding in her hand. YN looked down, picked out a Boston Cream Pie, and smiled softly.

“And like I said, I’ve forgiven you.”

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She lay in the bed she shared with Giovanna— her best friend had everything but moved into her room since YN had come home. The tells of her presence were in her clothes spread over her best friends room and the ever-present feeling of Giovanna snoring loudly beside her.

For such a small person, Giovanna sure liked to spread herself as far as she could and be as loud as she was able. She was currently spread eagle and diagonal, her head on YN’s stomach as she snored to the high heavens. Good thing she was cute, huh?

It wasn’t because of her best friend that YN couldn’t sleep— no. It was because of her either of them ever got any sleep since she got back. Since YN had returned to the compound, the girls' nightmares had increased tenfold, but only happened when they weren’t together. When they tried to sleep apart, nightmares would wake the other, and it was more often than not that they just decided it would be better for not only them but everyone in the tower if they were able to sleep soundly.

But, what Giovanna had said to her earlier in the day was still with her, crushing her chest and preventing her from taking a deep breath. So, she got up. She moved gently from Giovanna who only grunted and rolled over, pulling YN’s pillow to her chest and sighing. YN’s heart swelled at the sight and she pulled a sweater over her head and sneakers on her feet, leaving the room.

It had taken a while to find him. First, she checked his room. She unlocked it in surprise— he had kept her security clearance, and the thought of him waiting for her to walk into his room but never showing up could have brought tears to her eyes. The room was still generally impersonal— nothing more than what Tony had furnished, but two picture frames on his side of the bed. One, of him and Bucky during the war— beaming smiles as Steve caught his best friend in a headlock. The second was the picture from her room of them at Disneyland, and YN only cleared the lump from her throat and continued her search.

Then, she checked the gym and when she found nothing but a torn punching bag shoved in the corner, she knew where Steve would be.

The breeze on the roof of the compound was chilly, but comforting, caressing her cheeks softly and blowing her loose hair from her shoulders. He was there, his form silhouetted by the moonlight, and he appeared to be leaning against the railing, hunched over and head hung low. She walked to him, leaning beside him on the railing and tried to stop her head breaking when she saw a familiar Asgardian bottle in his hands. It wasn’t too empty, so he wouldn’t be too gone.

There was a period of quiet between the two when she mumbled, “I’m sorry, Steve. For everything. I hope one day you can forgive me.”

And then she turned to go. Just as she was about to take her fifth step away from him, Steve’s hoarse voice piped up.

“No. Please, stay.” His voice sounded thick and tired and weak and it shattered YN to her bones when she realized he sounded like he’d been crying. She wiggled her fingers against her palms and the started back, leaning beside him and staring out over the field and dark tree line.

He offered her the bottle, but she rose a hand to stop him, smiling bitterly.

“Drank enough when I was away, I’m taking a break. Thanks, though.” There was no return of malicious laughter, but a sad, forlorn sigh.

“I thought I’d stop when you came home, but I don’t think you really came back, did you? Not home to me anyways,” He whispered, and YN felt tears spring to her eyes. She grabbed his arm, and he finally looked up at her, eyes red-rimmed and puffy, but even in the darkness, so, so blue.

“I’m never going to stop being sorry about that, Steve.” She said, voice strong. He only shook his head and stared back at his hands, jaw clenched. He was hurting. Really hurting and it was because of her.

“Why’d you do it? I have to know, YN.”

“I was scared, I think. Scared of you leaving me and in some twisted way, I thought that if I left first, it would hurt less.”

“Did it?”

“No,” She whispered and he looked up at her, eyes serious. He stood to his full height then, one hand occupied by the bottle in his hand, but his other hand rose and twitched as if hesitating. Instead of waiting for him to make a decision, she grabbed his wrist and pulled it put to cradle her cheek.

“I would never hurt you on purpose, YN.”

“I know.”

“And you know I would never leave you. Not in the way I know you think I will.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“I know I overreacted, and I’m sorry. I know now that you never intended on leaving me. I thought I’d be able to get ahead of the curve if—“ She was cut off of her repetition by Steve, thankfully.

“You left first” Less thankfully, maybe.

“Yeah,” She paused and leaned into his touch which was hot against her cheek. His heart seemed to bump for the first time in three months— a sign, good or bad, he wasn’t sure, but a bump all the same. A bump for her.

“You never said it back, you know.” She whispered and he squinted down at her in confusion.

“Said what back?”

“What I told you that night.” Steve’s eyelids fluttered suddenly, the taste of ‘i love you’ on his tongue and lips. The same fuzzy feeling he had when she first kissed him began to spread from his contact with her up his fingertips— slowly, as if the bright yellow feeling of being with YN was slowly dripping back into him like paint.

“Right. I— it didn’t seem like the right occasion for something that big. I wanted to do it right. Make it right for you.” He watched her expression, and the yellow feeling in his bones seemed to grow a little brighter when he watched warmth flood her face. From grey to orange, he could feel himself coming back. Slowly— not all at once, like he thought it would be, but this was okay too.

“When is the right occasion then?” She whispered and seemed to lean in closer. The cool crystal of the bottle in his palm warned him not to do what he wanted. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his hot lips to her forehead, lingering for longer than acceptable between two friends and resting his forehead against her hairline.

“I can promise you right now, that it’ll happen sooner than later. Goodnight, YN.” He whispered, backing away and only turning when he needed to open the door to the stairs. The door closed with an echoing ‘thud’, and YN was left alone on the roof— less angry than she had been in months, and beautifully, wonderfully alone.

_________________________ THE NEXT DAY

It had happened all too suddenly— one minute the team was all around the table, trying to throw grapes into each other's mouths and then Steve’s phone went off and he shot up from the table.

“Rumlow’s been spotted. And he’s not hiding. Sam, Natasha, Wanda, suit up.” His ‘Captain’ voice rang across the kitchen and the people he called stood and immediately went their own ways— they only had about ten minutes before they needed to leave. Steve got up from the table as well, but not without YN rising with him, much to the shock of everyone else remaining.

No words were exchanged between Steve and YN as she followed him to his office until she closed the door behind them.

“Why isn’t anyone else going with you?” She asked, and he opened the wardrobe doors in the corner of the room, revealing his suit. He looked up at her with a look of tired fondness.

“Why aren’t you coming with me, you mean.” He stated and pulled the suit from the hanger, laying it out on the table and walking over to YN.

“Maybe,” She grumbled as he came to stand toe to toe with her. His hand slid up her arm slowly, calloused fingertips gliding over the soft muscle. YN’s cheeks warmed and her breath caught in her throat when she looked to meet his intense gaze.

“I’d like it to be something other than the fact that we aren’t a team, right now but— I can’t have you there. I need to focus on getting Rumlow and I can’t— I can’t focus when you’re around.” His voice was low and YN could have trembled as his breath ghosted over her face.

“You were fine in Sokovia.”

“Trust me, I could have done a lot more if you weren’t there.” He smiled and she faked offense.

“Ouch!”

“No— not like that. I want to protect you, YN— I always have and it’s half the reason why I haven’t— we haven’t—“

“I know, Stevie. The right moment, right?”

“Soon, Sweetheart.”

“Okay. Be safe. Come home.”

“Always."

_________________________

The incidence in Lagos was everywhere YN and Giovanna looked in the compound, safe with Tony and watching the news in horror together. Nothing seemed real until a helicopter shot panned down to Steve in combat with a man brutally scarred and armour covered in skulls.

“Rumlow. That’s— that’s Rumlow.” Giovanna mumbled, fear-stricken. She had had issues with him in Rumlow and before that, and seeing him scarred and angry felt relieving. The sense of relief was overcome with guilt, however, as YN knew she was still a person, but upon looking over and seeing Giovanna shaking against the pillow in her arms allowed for the guilt to leave her body.

She looked back to the newscast just in time to see a fiery explosion take out one of the sides of the building, and before YN could get a visual on Steve, the news footage cut out and cut back to the shocked news reporters.

“We’ll be back with an update.” Said the male reporter, as the woman seemed to shell shocked as a result of the first question on everyone's lips.

Was Captain America Alive?

________________________

“Gio— I can’t— Oh, my God,” YN panted, pacing in front of the couch. Tony had been almost immediately whisked away with a series of phone calls from important people, and it left the two girls to wait in bated breath for any news.

“YN— what’s going on,” Giovanna asked, and while YN knew what she was asking, her temper flared.

“Steve could be dead! That’s what’s going on, okay?” She half-shouted, her shortness of breath stopping her from saying much else. Despite the situation, the smallest smirk spread over Giovanna’s face.

“I thought you were mad at him? Like unforgivably mad at him?”

YN’s eyes flicked up to Giovanna and she immediately knew that she knew vaguely of what happened the night they shared two days ago.

“I— we talked. Everything is going to be okay— or was, I don’t know.” She whimpered and felt her eyes well with panicked tears. “He said he was going to make a move soon— but now— God, that’s so fucking selfish of me, but— I need him, Gio. Not because I lo— because he’s my second best friend.” Giovanna’s eyes softened the more YN talked and she found herself standing in front of her without thinking.

“YN, you’re having a panic attack. Everything is going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. Steve is probably fine— you know how stubborn that man is more than anyone else alive.” Giovanna whispered, and YN’s face crumpled as it fell onto her shoulder.  

“He’s going to be okay, YN.”

________________________

Tony, Giovanna, and YN didn’t hear anything until FRIDAY informed them that the jet had landed. She said nothing more.

YN took off, sprinting down the hallways to the hangar, and watching the jet touch the ground, the ramp opening seconds later. Sam and Natasha came out first, followed by a sobbing Wanda and then, looking dirty, bruised and exhausted, Steve.

YN let out a cry when she saw him and took off at a jog that picked up to a run in his direction. His foggy gaze landed on her, and he dropped his duffel bag just in time to catch her in his arms. Her weight against him was solid— unlike what she had been months ago when she returned, and he stumbled a bit at her impact— not because of her, but her thighs and knees seemed keen on wrapping themselves over his (no longer broken) cracked ribs.

Her nose was buried in the crook of his neck, and her nails dug into the kevlar of his suit, and even then, he could feel her shaking.

“You idiot. Why did you do that, why— why didn’t you call me. Fuck, Steven.” She whimpered into his neck and without acknowledging the shocked expressions of the team, started walking towards the med bay doors with her in his arms.

“Had to save the day, didn’t I?” He muttered and she pulled back, holding his face in her hands as she let out a wet giggle.

“You did, Doofus. Are you hurt?”

“Shattered my ribs on a fall, but they’re fine now.” He watched her expression turn from exasperated amusement to genuine horror. She started unraveling herself from his waist, but he let out a noise of protest.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Steve.”

“You are most certainly not hurting me, Sweetheart, I promise.” _________________________

THE NEXT DAY

YN had to get out of the room, so when she was granted an opportunity to do so, she took it before anyone else could open their mouth. She saw the way he looked at her with disdain— being a halfbreed government fugitive for the majority of your life would have any government official less than keen on being civil to you.

The walk down the hallway was too quick in her opinion, she needed more time to prepare herself for the expression she knew she would see on Steve and Wanda’s faces. However, the soft violet doorway came up on YN too quickly and suddenly, and she knocked twice before poking her head into the door.

“Guys, I’m sorry. I know you’re both exhausted but… The Secretary of State is here, and he wants to talk to us.”

_________________________

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Your Love Gives Me Strength - Pacifica Northwest/Mabel Pines (Commission)

(This was my very first writing commission. It took me way longer then I would have liked... thank you so much @wombatking for commissioning me and being so patient. Story down below)

“Mabel… are you sure you want to do this?”

 “Yes, Dipper.” Mabel narrowed her brown eyes at her brother, a serious look in them that was rare to see in them. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life.”

 Rolling his eyes, Dipper picked up the bottle of bright green nail polish. “Man, what shade of green is this? Radioactive snot?”

 Laughing, she watched the slow and careful strokes of the brush on her nails. “I think it’s actually called electric lime or something like that. I see you painted your own nails for this.”

 Taking a quick glance at his own nails before returning to the task at hand, Dipper’s cheeks took on a light pink tint. “Y-Yeah… black and gold are his favorite colors so…”

 “Oh, I see. Your super smart and totally hot boyfriend convinced you to let him paint them, didn’t he?”

 “N-No!”

 “...You feel for the puppy dog eyes.”

 “I feel for the puppy dog eyes.”  Sighing, his lips curled into a small smile at the memory. “He said that my nails were a blank canvas for him to express himself on.”

 “I bet that’s not the only thing about you that he compared to a canvas.” Wiggling her eyebrows, She laughed as her brother’s face turned a shade of red that would put a tomato to shame.

 “Mabel!”

 “Speaking of your rather attractive college artist boyfriend, where is he now? Still studying in Tokyo?”

 “Rome, actually. He’s thinking about staying there until he finishes school.”

 “I’m still surprised mom and dad let you date him.” Mabel didn’t hear anything he said after that as she focused on the date on the calendar. Today she was going to be going to a Pride Parade with her brother and girlfriend. She was so excited but also…  scared. So many bad things could happen. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe… maybe she should just stay home.

 “Mabel? Hello! Earth to Mabel!” Waving his hand in front of her face, Dipper made a face at the far off look in his sister’s eyes. “Are you in there? Mabel!”

 “Wha! Dipper, don’t scare me like that!” If she were still able to move her legs, Mabel was almost certain that Dipper would be wearing that bottle of nail polish.

 “You’re the one staring off into space… are you okay? You haven’t done that in a while.”

 “What are you talking about? I did that just last week when we were video chatting.”

 “Yeah, but when you finally snapped out of it you yelled, and I quote, “Not the kittens! Take me instead!” then proceeded to yell for Pacifica to bring you your teddy bear.”

 “His name is Captain Rehpic and he’s my second in command.”

 “Mabel, I’m serious. Are you okay?”

  Was  she okay? If she were being honest, no. She was a complete anxiety-filled, scared mess. Not that she would admit that so easily. That’d be like admitting defeat and that was something Mabel only did begrudgingly. So, she did the only thing she could think of at times like this. Put on a brave face and pretend that everything was fine. 

 “Dipper, I’m okay.”

 He knew that smile. Knew it all too well. Mabel was fighting a battle he’d never understand. This meant that no matter how much he wanted to help, he just couldn’t be what she needed to win at this moment. He’d let it go, for now. However, this will not stop him from worrying or passing on the information. If he knew Mabel - and oh lord, did he know his sister like the back of his eyelids - she’d seek out help when she really needed it. All he could do was silently offer his help and be there, waiting.

 “Alright. I trust you. Just know that if you ever need my help or to talk you can always count on me.”

 “I know… thank you.”

 “Mabel!”

 “Oh joy. Your rich, pretty, and sassy girlfriend is here.”

 “I bet she would get along with your boyfriend. They seem to have a lot in common.”

 “Whatever. I’m gonna grab a soda while we wait for your nails to dry. You should start thinking about where you want to get lunch on the way to the parade.”

 “Righty-o boss man!” As soon as the door was closed behind him, Mabel lost her smile. She could do this. Though, what she heard on the other side of the door was not helping her feel confident. 

 “You’ll never guess what I got for your…” Pacifica trailed off when she saw Dipper standing outside of the bedroom, leaning on the closed door. He had his arms crossed and a serious face. The last time he had looked at her like that was when she and Mabel had started dating. “What did I do this time?”

 “Nothing. But, we still need to talk.”

 ~*~

 “There. All set.” Taking a step back from her girlfriend, Pacifica smiled at her work. “Purple is definitely your color. Also, you were right about the skirt. Shorts just wouldn’t go with the outfit.”

 “Does that mean I’m the new fashion queen?”

 “I thought your fans answered that question for you long ago.” As they laughed together, Pacifica pulled out her own outfit for the parade. “Do you like it? I made it myself.”

 “Uh, I love it! What a dumb question. You work that ombre, girl.” Watching her start to strip out of her current outfit, Mabel let out a low whistle. “It must be my lucky day.”

 Placing her hands on her hips, Pacifica gave her an amused smile. “This isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Not to mention, I just stripped you not even five minutes ago.”

 “Does this mean you like me?”

 “Something like that.” Giggling, Pacifica finished getting ready. “Do you know where you want to eat yet?”

 “That cute little cafe near the park that takes in stray cats?”

 “You want to go to  Catfeine? Why am I not surprised? Though… it is a rather adorable place with really good food.”

 “Yay! Caffeine, kitties, and pastries!” 

 A loud groan and dull thud that the girls could only guess was Dipper smacking his head on something came from the hall. “She doesn’t need any more caffeine and sugar, you crazy woman!”

 “Let’s get going before your brother overrules you.”

 ~*~

 “Mabel, do reasonable. You do not need all of those-”

 “Silence! I have spoken! Give me more!”

 Sighing, Dipper pinched the bridge of his nose. The last thing he wanted was to be stared at by strangers in a cat-themed cafe while his sister yelled at him about stickers. “You have a problem.”

 “YOU HAVE A PROBLEM!”

 “You’re gonna get us kicked out if you keep yelling.” Taking another look at his sister’s wheelchair that could now pass as a float, Dipper fixed Pacifica with an annoyed look. “I blame you.”

 “What? All I’m doing is making my girlfriend feel beautiful and happy.”

 “You’re feeding her sticker and glitter addiction.”

 “Which makes her happy. Honestly, it’s not the worst thing she could be addicted to.” Tying the last sparkling ribbon to the chair, Pacifica took her seat at their table. “What do you think?”

 “I think that I have the best girlfriend ever. Dipper would never cover me in glitter.”

 “It gets everywhere! Last time I helped you with doing glitter eyeshadow it somehow ended up on me and I kept finding it the weirdest places.” 

 “Where was the weirdest place?”

 “...You don’t wanna know.”

 The three laughed as their food - or in Mabel’s case, dessert - was set down in front of them. The conversation kept going between the two as Mabel just silently stared at her food, almost as if trying to will the spoon into her mouth.

 “Uh… Mabel-”

 “No. I got this.”

 Sharing a look with Dipper, Pacifica reached over towards Mabel’s spoon. “Sweetie, let me-”

 “No! I can… I can… I can’t do this anymore! I’m tired of being completely useless! I mean… I’m not able to do anything on my own. I need help doing everything! Do you have any idea what this feels like? To not be able to do even the simplest of things?”

 “Mabel… why didn’t you talk to us about this sooner instead of just locking how you felt away?”

 Looking down at her lap, Mabel couldn’t find it in her to look either of them in the eye. “Because I thought I could handle it. I figured that maybe if I can’t take care of myself anymore, I could at the very least handle my own thoughts and feelings for once.”

  “I learned very quickly after that, that I didn’t have to do it alone. No matter how stubborn I can get. Going through something is hard for everyone physically, mentally, and emotionally… I don’t know how I got so lucky to have the people that I do in my life. After a much-needed cry and group cuddle session, along with dessert, we were off to have a great time at pride.”

 “Miss. Mabel?” A kid rolled up to the group in a wheelchair with their mother. They looked nervous, holding a picture that Mabel quickly recognized.

 “That’s the limited print we did for the blog!” The picture was of her, Pacafic, and Dipper in some wacky design she had dared them to wear with her for April Fools.

  “Turns out that they were a huge fan of my blog and that I had inspired them to chase their own dream of being a professional athlete.”  Pacafic held up a picture of two taken at the parade, the kid beaming.  “Their name is Alex and they were in a horrible car accident that left them paralyzed from the waist down. Seems they were going through the same problems as I was, not talking about how they felt or asking for help. But they’re seeing a therapist to help… actually, I am now too, thanks to Alex.”

  “We still see the little slugger from time to time either for collaborative videos or when we get invited to their games.”

  “Yeah! Man, can that kid play some mean baseball!” A loud thud came from upstairs, causing the girls to sigh in annoyance. 

  “Dipper! Tell your boyfriend to calm down and keep it in his pants for just a couple of seconds so we can finish the video!”

Laughing as she left the room, Mabel continued.  “Long story short... I learned a lot these past few weeks. I never knew that I would miss being able to do small things like change my own clothes or feed myself until I wasn’t able to anymore. But, on the bright side, I get to take baths with my beautiful girlfriend whenever I need one. I have such wonderful, caring people who love and support me in any way they can… and you guys do too! If you’re facing a battle make sure you don’t fight by yourself. I’m sure there’s an army, no matter how small, waiting in the wings to fight alongside you. You can get through things together. Stay beautiful and true to yourself. Mabel, signing out.”

[hope-for-olicity]

Airplanes, Coffee and Deadlines 4/?

Felicity begins working at a national newspaper where she has always dreamed of working. On her first day, she meets a very interesting photojournalist. The two will eventually work together but sparks fly immediately. This and all previous chapters are also available on AO3.

“Okay, this is THE BEST pizza EVER!!!” Felicity smiled before taking another bite.

“I’m so glad you like it. This is one of my favourite places.” Oliver wiped any trace of tomato sauce from his face.

“So, I told you about my story and the ongoing saga between the families that led to the stabbing, you said you had news?” Felicity questioned with a raised eyebrow. She wanted to hear his news first but he pushed to hear her day while they waited for the pizza to arrive.

Oliver suddenly felt uncomfortable. Maybe Felicity wouldn’t care that he was going away but she did say she was happy he was back the last time. “It’s not really a big deal. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going away again. Lyla told me today that she managed to get two visas, one for me and one for a reporter to go to Syria.”

Felicity felt a lump rising in her throat. “Syria? I thought you couldn’t get visas for there? I thought the government didn’t let western journalists in.” Keep the panic out of your voice Felicity told herself. She liked this guy a lot but he didn’t need to know that yet.

“It is unusual to be able to get a visa for sure. I went there,” Oliver looked away for a moment not really wanting to remember, “almost two years ago, without a visa.” Oliver watched Felicity’s eyes widen in alarm. “Felicity, it’s a story that needs to be told. People need to know what is happening. People need to care, to understand. My pictures help that.”

Suddenly, the disturbing images she’d seen two years ago out of Syria, the dead children, came rushing back to her and she knew deep in her gut that he’d taken them. It was Oliver. “It was you.” Felicity paused, licked her lips before taking a drink of her water. “You took those photos. Oh Oliver,” Felicity reached across the table, taking Oliver’s hand without thinking. “I’m so incredibly sorry that you had to witness that. But those pictures changed everything. I think it woke people up to the tragedy that was happening. People could no longer ignore. Honestly, Oliver, I think those pictures changed the government’s immigration policy in regards to refugees from Syria.” She stroked his hand. Felicity needed him to know, that she knew, what a difference he made. “But I also think they probably came at a high personal cost to you.”

Oliver didn’t remove his hand from Felicity’s. She amazed him. She truly got it. Why he did what he did. Why it was so important AND the cost it came with. “You amaze me. Sorry, not trying to freak you out. It’s just that most people don’t get it. Taking those pictures did come at a personal cost, there were some that were too graphic to print. When I first came back Lyla was fighting tooth and nail to get them printed at all. But we both knew that sanitizing a war was allowing people to overlook it. People were and are dying. That should upset the public. Dr. Caitlin Snow really helped me when I came back and we have a plan to help me while I’m away. I just wanted you to know that I’m going.”

Felicity squeezed his hand then let go. “Oliver, I am so proud of you. I am in awe. What you have done is exactly why we need to cover these stories. I will miss you while you are gone but please know I am cheering you on from afar.”

“Thanks, Felicity. I know we haven’t known each other very long but it’s nice to know you are supporting me.” Oliver blushed.

“So, you said they got two visas, who is going with you? Anyone, I know?” Felicity took a sip of her drink.

“John,” Oliver smiled as Felicity's eyes grew wide with surprise. “After the baby is born. I’m going to go first but will be in contact with John so he can write to the pictures. Once the baby comes he will join me.”

“You’re going alone?” Felicity was shocked.

“Alone from our paper however there will be other journalists there. We are a pretty small crew who are willing to enter war zones so we know each other well.” Felicity began to look relieved. “I will do my best to stay safe.”

“That’s all I can ask for.” Felicity beamed. “When do you go?”

“Tomorrow night,” Oliver said softly, he wasn’t realized he wasn’t ready to leave Felicity yet.

“Well, eat up, I’m sure they won’t have this excellent pizza where you are headed,” Felicity said in what she hoped was a brave voice.

~~~~~

The next day flew by. Felicity hoped to grab lunch with Oliver but news broke and things got chaotic. Felicity was typing as quickly as she could, trying to meet her deadline. She wouldn’t have even been aware Oliver was behind her if not for the “ruff” from Baby.

She looked back to see Oliver crouched down by her dog.

“Hey Baby, I didn’t know you were here today. So nice to see you before I go.” Baby rubbed her cheek across Oliver’s hand, clearly, Baby was becoming just as smitten with Oliver as Felicity.

“Sorry, I had to cancel lunch. It’s just that I got assigned to this thing…” Felicity waved her hand at her laptop. She was about to explain further when Oliver cut her off.

“Hey, I get it. You never have to explain breaking news to me. I just wanted to say goodbye. I will see you when I get back and maybe we could have more pizza? Or something else. I really enjoyed last night.” Oliver began to shuffle on his feet.

Felicity blushed. Was she making Oliver Queen nervous? That made her feel all kinds of special. “Well, you will definitely need a pizza fix when you get back. I’m also up for other excursions as well.”

“Well, Ms. Smoak. I wish you luck while I’m away. I look forward to reading your work.” Oliver nodded, he slowly began walking away, really not wanting to leave her.

Felicity stood up as she watched him walk away. Baby jumped startled at her sudden movement. “Will you email? I mean, if you can? I’d really like to hear from you. Wow. I hope that didn’t sound too weird.”

“Not weird. I’ll need Baby updates anyway and it’s unlikely the paper will publish those.” Oliver chuckled, gave a small wave before turning his back, walking away.

Felicity looked down at Baby. “He’s going to do great things.” Felicity knew this but she missed him already.

~~~~~

The first week without Oliver went by quickly. Felicity was busy at work and at home adjusting to her new life with Baby. She knew she had it bad when she made an Instagram account for Baby but Baby had lots of followers. The world needed to be exposed to the cuteness of Baby.

Oliver wrote to her to confirm he arrived safely. He promised to write with further updates when possible but encouraged her to write him.

Subject: News from Home

To: oliver.queen@starlingglobe.com

Fr: felicity.smoak@starlingglobe.com

Oliver,

Work is busy but great. They are now letting me do National news stories if they are out of here. I like to think that means I’m doing a good job. Baby is doing well. She now has a social media account, such a cool dog. We are heading out to my hometown for the weekend to make introductions.

I’ve been watching the news out of Syria closely. I know you will be moving around a lot so I’m paying attention to everywhere but as you know the news out of Syria is sparse. I’m following a teen boy’s Twitter account where he does hits regarding the damage done to his country. Absolutely, heartbreaking. @muhammadnajem20 if you aren’t already following.

You do good work, Queen.

Come home safe,

Felicity

~~~~~

Oliver read Felicity’s latest email. Oliver knew she’d been busy he still check out her daily stories. He loved hearing about things back home, including Baby. Oliver was still smiling as he began to respond.

Subject: Doing Okay

To: felicity.smoak@starlingglobe.com

Fr: oliver.queen@starlingglobe.com

So good to hear from you. I’m glad you are bringing Baby home to meet her extended family - I’m sure she will be a hit.

Sorry, I’ve been out of contact. I’m doing okay. Shot some great footage and got an interview with a family who long to flee Syria. I talked to everyone about how the war is impacting them personally. I hope it will resonate back home because they are just like families back there. John’s going to spiff up the writing a bit but we hope it will be in the weekend edition.

I really enjoyed your story on the community who have come together to support the recently arrived Syrian family.

I’ll be out of touch for the next little while but I promise to write soon. Hope to hear from you too.

Oliver

Oliver? Should he say sincerely? Miss you? He did miss her like crazy but he didn’t want to freak her out - so just Oliver it was.

Dr. Snow told him to hold tight the positives while he faced the bleak and Felicity was the most positive of all. He was also journaling. He was allowing his feeling this time. The last visit he bottled everything up. This time he admitted that seeing what was happening here was heartbreaking, enraging and oh so wrong. But he reminded himself, by getting their stories out there he was helping in his own way.

But he couldn’t lie, he was looking forward to John joining him. Lyla should have the baby any day now.

~~~~~

Felicity found a rhythm with Baby. Baby stayed home and rested in the morning, Felicity picked her up and brought her to work after she’d researched her story. That way Baby wasn’t alone all day and Felicity didn’t need to seek additional help to watch her. It was a win win.

Not surprisingly, Baby was a hit at home. Her mother considered her the honourary first grandchild.

Felicity was flattered that so many of her friends and family were following her stories.

Now, she was back at her desk checking Twitter and the news wires to make sure she was up to date. No new reports out of Syria - but she knew that just meant there had not been any major loss of life. She closed her eyes, sending positive safe vibes to Oliver.

She heard a tap on her cubicle and opened her eyes.

“Sleeping on the job?” John teased.

“Haha.” Felicity smiled. “Nice to see you! Did Lyla have the baby?”

“Not yet,” John shook his head. “We are hoping anytime. I’m just stopping by to see if you have dinner plans. I’m sure Lyla would love to see you if she doesn’t go into labour, I mean.”

“Well, it turns out Baby and I are free. Shall I just come over after I file? I am happy to be a distraction.” Felicity winked.

“Hey, I didn’t call you a distraction!” John put his hands out defending himself.

“No, you did not. But I can imagine how impatient I would be in Lyla’s shoes.” Felicity imagined she would be going out of her mind.

John beamed. “Great, I’ll pick up some pizza.”

~~~~~

“Your distraction has arrived!” Felicity joked as Lyla opened the door. Lyla and John had really become friends over the last few weeks.

“I am very happy to see you both!” Lyla gestured for Felicity to put Baby in her arms. “Thanks,” Lyla said taking the dog. “Bending over is not one of my strengths right now.”

Felicity followed Lyla inside. “It’s quiet here as J.J. is staying with my parents, as this one,” Lyla patted her belly, “is coming any moment.”

“Could even be today!” Felicity said brightly. “Do you know what you are having?”

“Not officially. We wanted it to be a surprise but I’m pretty sure this is baby Sara.” Lyla smiled.

“I’m excited for you. It’s too bad, John has to leave right after.” Felicity realized maybe she’d overstepped. “Sorry, that is none of my business, please forget I said that.”

“You did not overstep! Can I get you a drink?” Lyla began walking toward the kitchen.

“Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get us both drinks.”  Felicity smiled as she watched a relieved Lyla take a seat with Baby still happily being held. You wouldn’t know but that dog was neglected. Felicity chuckled.

Felicity handed Lyla her drink, “do you want me to take her?”

Lyla shook her head. “No, we need some quality time.” Lyla kissed Baby’s head before looking back at Felicity. “About Johnny going to Syria. I’m of two minds, I know he’ll do an amazing job and the work is important but I don’t want him to miss anything. I know he feels the same way. I looked around to see if any of our other foreign correspondents could go in his place but it just doesn’t work….unless I can borrow someone who isn’t a regular foreign correspondent.”

Felicity blanched. Lyla wasn’t suggesting that she go to Syria. She must be reading this wrong. She was new. She’d never been overseas. Felicity couldn’t help it, she had to ask. “Who were you thinking of?”

“Well, I thought I was being obvious - you. No pressure if you don’t want to do this BUT if you do this would be quite the opportunity. You would be given the mandatory training for any reporter entering a war zone and you’d be with an experienced journalist. This is not pregnant me guilting you out - but if you were interested….I could talk to Quentin.” Lyla gave her a hopeful look.

“YES!! More than anything yes!” Felicity was so excited she forgot for a moment. “Are you sure John won’t mind?”

“It was John’s idea. He’ll be thrilled.” Lyla tried to get up and then stopped. “Sorry, to hard to hug you right now. But know that you are being hugged.”

“Thank you, Lyla. I promise I won’t let you down.” Felicity needed Lyla to know how much this meant to her.

“I know you won’t. I’ll reach out to Quentin and with his approval get you set up for training. Hopefully, we can fly you out by the end of the week.” Lyla picked up her tablet and began typing.

Felicity couldn’t believe it - she was going to be the foreign correspondent. She was going to Syria. With the thrill there was also fear, thank goodness Oliver would be there.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #210

“made of flame, made of mud, i’m the many, i’m the one.”

Did your parents live in a different country before you were born? No. Do you have a preferred coffee brand? No. What’s something you’ve experienced that very few others have? Your favorite human on Planet Earth/God Himself noticing you. :') Three days I couldn't sleep. Three. Days. Do you have to wear an identification badge at your job? I don't have a job, yet. Have you ever dated someone who was terrible with money? No. If so, how did it affect the relationship? N/A How often do you paint your nails? Never. Do you know anyone who’s related to a current or former world leader? I'm related to Queen Victoria somehow. Idk about anyone else. Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional? No job, no taxes yet. What is something you don’t have any natural talent for? Mathematics. Has anyone ever told you that you get too competitive over minor things? No. Do you usually befriend your coworkers, or do you prefer to keep work separate from your personal life? N/A What was the very first thing you ever saved up to buy with your own money? I think Venus. Describe your favorite Christmas ornament. Man, I have a lot. We've accumulated A LOT over the years between me and all my siblings. Mom gets each of us one every year, and she's also kept all the ones we've made throughout school. She's so cute y'all. There is this REALLY damn pretty swirling crystal one with an angel on the top of it I got from my grandmother, that's definitely one of my faves, I've always loved this lil gingerbread dude I made in pre-k, and... idk man, there are truly a lot. What is something you frequently forget? To turn the laundry room light off anytime I go in there at night for Roman's litter scooper or to bring dirty clothes in there. By this point it's like a joke in the house with how much I do it for whatever reason. How do you feel about your body? I hate it. Who is someone you would like to get to know better? Connie, but I respect her privacy. I know you have to be careful online. What’s your opinion on assisted suicide? For it. At what point do you consider a relationship to be ‘long-term?’ Hm, idk, really. A year? What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up? Mom worked with special ed kids at school, she had a job at the hospital doing computer work I can't remember because I was so young, Dad's been a mailman all my life, but he also worked at Lowe's as a carpenter I think for a while. Do they still have these jobs? Or different jobs? Or have they retired? Mom's got a totally different job, and I already mentioned Dad being a mailman. Do you have any recurring dreams? Themes, yes; dreams, no. Have you ever had to call 911? Why? Yes; Mom and I thought she was having a heart attack. Terrifuckingfying morning. Do you get out a lot? I might as well be on fucking house arrest. I can stay in the house and go nowhere for over a week. Do you eat a lot of vegetables? No. Last fast food you ate? I had a Hardee's biscuit for breakfast. Do you live in Canada? No. What do you think when you see two members of your preferred sex kissing? It's sweet, and brave considering the assholes of the world. Is that hot? "For fuck’s sake… It bothers the hell out of me when people fangirl over homosexual couples. It’s so disrespectful." <<< THIS. Would you ever want to be a chef? No. Bonfires: Y/N? They're fun. What’s a food that’s famous in your hometown/state/country/etc? Southern cooking, like fried chicken, mashed potatoes, hushpuppies, pulled pork, nasty shit like that. By pure coincidence, I literally hate almost all the "traditional" Southern foods. When’s that last time you saw snow? January this year. I think it was January... What’s something that you think will become obsolete in the next 50 years? Physically driving cars, probably. Are you efficient or do you procrastinate a lot? I procrastinate all to hell. Who are the 3 people you love the most? Mom, Sara, and then... idk if I can pick #3. Last person you slept in the same bed with? Sara. When was your first kiss? March 2012. Have you recently been sick? No. What song are you listening to? "Break My Mind" by dAGAMES. Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Yeah. Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? Sadly. Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds? It's worse. Weed, coke, crack, heroin, oxy, acid, x, k, peyote, mushrooms, opium…How many of these have you tried? I have no clue what like three of these even are lmao. None. How long has it been since you had sex? Like over three years. Who was the last person to call you babe? Probably Sara. Last reason you went to the ER? My sister got in a wreck. Were you a planned pregnancy for your parents? I believe so. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? Yeah. When was the last time you shaved your legs? It's been many months. My legs are AWFUL, but it is an absolute chore to shave or use Nair because my hair is so long and thick. So I figure if there's very little/no chance someone's going to see my legs, why even do it. I really wanna get laser hair removal on my legs when I can afford it, though. What facial cleanser do you use? A Biore charcoal scrub. If someone wanted to know what you smelt like, what should they smell? I don't know? Probably dogs, lmao? How many purses do you own? One I use, then I have... two or three old ones saved just because I really like them. What are your top five favorite stores to clothes shop? Hot Topic, Rebel's Market, Spencer's, rue21, and... idk. I guess Wal-Mart lmao. What kind of clothes do you mostly wear? Yoga/dance/sweatpants with a tank top, graphic tee, or band tee. What about shoes? Flip flops like, year-round lol. If I do wear something else for whatever reason, it'll probably be my Vans or maybe a pair of Converse. Have you ever cheated on the significant other that you have now? No. For that one week a month, do you hate being a woman? Nah, birth control's made cramping a far smaller problem. Last thing you bought at the mall? Wow, I have no idea. Well... maybe a book before the hurricane to read if the power went out? I haven't read it if you're wondering, aha... Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah. Dad's met her once, but he seemed to enjoy her just fine, and Mom adores her. What store did you last buy clothes from? Wal-Mart. Which parent are you more similar to? I have traits aligning with each of them. I think my mom, but then again, I don't see my dad nearly enough to know his personality deeply since he changed IMMENSELY after the divorce. Have you ever been to another country’s capital city? No. What are some of your favorite qualities for another person to have? Compassion, wisdom, an open mind, gentle, passionate, a good sense of humor... What smell reminds you of your childhood? Chlorine, I guess. I swam a LOT as a kid; it was my favorite activity. Are you happy with who you are? In some ways, in some ways no. Do you ever sleep with your bedroom windows open? No; we live beside a busy road, and plus I don't trust people. Have you ever had a job where you didn’t fit in with your coworkers? No. What was the last word document you typed? I made a brief outline of the message I'm sending to the client who hired me for her wedding when I send her her pictures. Thanking her and telling her what more I could do for her, stuff like that. What’s something that has upset you lately? The extreme difficulty of finding a job for myself... Do you have a home security system? No, but damn do I want one. What’s something you don’t think people take seriously enough? If you know the darker part of my photography, roadkill. People see it and either think 1.) "poor thing" or 2.) "dumb thing," and that's it. No one seems to truly consider our responsibility to watch for animals on the road; in most instances I've seen, the animal is blamed for being "stupid." No, they're fucking terrified and panicking. Anyway, I'm going on a tangent. Basically, I think we should feel far more pity for what we end, even though it's accidental. And get out of the fucking car to see if it's okay/can be saved. Have you ever gotten sick from someone else’s cooking? I believe so, but I don't really blame the cook. My stomach is just REALLY sensitive to food it's not used to, particularly fancier meals. What was the last kind of cheese you ate? American. How young is too young to be sexually active? "Personally, I think anything under 18." <<< Same. Would you ever dye your hair silver? I wanted to at some point, but particularly with my hairstyle now, idk how good it'd look. What was the last fun thing you did? Shot a wedding. Have you ever dated someone who had a child from a previous relationship? No. Is there any drama currently going on with your family? No. What’s your favorite kind of soup? I'm not a fan. Do you know anyone who practices Hinduism? No. How long was your longest relationship? Three and a half years. When was the last time you spoke to the first person you ever kissed? February 2017. What’s a political issue you have a strong opinion on? Gay rights. What snacks do you like to get at the movie theater? Just popcorn is fine. If I have any candy, it's from a gas station or dollar store. Movie theater prices are expensive as fuck. Have you ever stayed in a hotel in the center of a big city? No. What was the last fruit or vegetable you chopped/sliced up? Romaine lettuce for my iguana. When you take a nap, do you nap in bed or on the couch? In bed. Do you have any friends you have never gotten into an argument with? Yeah, Connie. Girt and I have also never really had an argument, he's just said things that hurt me as his sense of humor can be a bit harsh and they were sensitive areas, but he's never meant it. Do you think you could survive living by yourself for a month? No. Can you cook anything other then toast? Yeah. How many times have you cried over the last person you cried over?  I don’t remember the last person that I cried over. Have you ever been in an on-and-off relationship? So annoying right? No. Have you ever developed a crush on someone the first day you met them? I don’t think so. Have you ever been with someone who was really clingy? Did it annoy you? For only two weeks. I like to pretend that shit never happened. Is there a store you go to so much the employees know your name? The tattoo/piercing parlor I go to know me well; some probably remember my name. Do you have any friends who never shut up about their boyfriend/girlfriend? One literally only talks to me if she wants to ramble endlessly about him. Have you ever helped someone while they were drunk puking? No. There is NO way I could be with someone while they're vomiting. The sound would make me join in, and that's almost a promise. What annoys you more to do, sneeze or cough? Cough. Would you rather have a pet snake or a pet cat? I want another snake. Do you fall for all the lines about making guys/girls like you on magazine covers? Lmao yeah right. Do you have a calendar in your room? What’s it’s theme? My door is currently open so I can't see for sure, but I have three or four outdated meerkat calendars as decoration. Have you ever gotten anything racist about you yelled at you? No. Does the last person whose house you were at like anyone? She's married, so obviously. Do you own more pink or black clothes? Just about everything is black. Has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever given you a stuffed animal? Yeah. What does the last body wash you used smell like? I think it's some kind of ocean-y scent? I don't pay attention. I just know it's blue. What is the worst name anyone has ever called you? A martyr, and not the good kind. Where is your favorite place to eat out? Sonic. Does it bother you when people call you ‘ma'am’ or 'sir?’ No. That's general good manners in the South. Have you ever been obsessed with a television character? I don't think so, but maybe? What was the last thing that changed your life completely? Recovery. Do you have any step siblings? One. I don't call him my brother, though. Did you partake in senior skip days? HA I sure did. Have you ever read the Christian Bible? Not the entire thing. When the holidays come around, do you help decorate? Yeah. Has someone ever promised not to leave you? NEVER IN YOUR FUCKING LIFE BELIEVE THAT SHIT. Do you have a part-time job? No. Are you the type of person who likes to buy gifts for your friends? If I had my own money, I absolutely would. Hopefully I can when I have a job... though I don't exactly have many people to send anything to. Have you ever lived in an apartment before? I wasn't an actual resident, though I was pretty much always there. Have you ever been questioned by the police? No. Are you close to your parents? Yeah. Have you ever had to be put on medicine for a mental disorder? For most of my life. Have you ever been responsible for someone’s death? Wow, no. Do you ever spend the night with your significant other? Well, we're long distance. We do when we visit each other. Do you know a lot about serial killers? No. Have the police ever been looking for you? Ha ha yes, but only because my sister, friend, and I went walking on the beach at night, and apparently Mom didn't hear us when we told her we were going... Have you ever been in a car accident? Yes. Do you cuss more than any one else you know? Tbh probably lmao. How old is your youngest cousin? I don't know. Do you tend to talk on the phone a lot? No. Have there ever been any serial killers around your hometown? I don't believe so. When was the last time you went to a museum? When my brother and nephew were here early this month. Do you know how to shoot a gun and hit a target? No. What turns you on the most? Don't grab my boobs. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yes. Do you answer the phones at your work? N/A What’s your ring tone? The Revaleso remix of "Dear Insanity" by Asking Alexandria. The text alert sound is the chime of picking up a gem in Spyro. Do you want to fix anything with anyone? Yeah. Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? I do literally every night. It sucks. What shows do you watch? None. Do you know anyone who has been arrested? Yes. When you were in elementary school, did you change best friends a lot? No. Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? No. Who was the last person to give you a ride somewhere? My VR counselor drove me home the other day. What’s the scariest bug you’ve ever seen? I'm sure some kind of beetle. Not a fan of beetles. What was your favorite TV show you watched as a kid? Pokemon. :') How many times a day do you tell your parents you love them? Mom, at least once when she leaves for work. Dad, I barely ever see him, so. I don't daily. Ever talk to your pets? Of course I do. I talk to them like I talk to people. Do you think it’s alright if people baby talk to babies? ... Yes???? At a certain age you need to set an example to talk correctly, as the kid is going to copy you, but as a baby, no shit it's fine? Ever take a nap in a hammock? I may have fallen asleep, maybe not. Probably not tho 'cuz I would've been afraid of bugs (the hammock was between two trees directly outside the woods in our backyard), so I've likely just dozed for a bit, if anything. Who’s the best character in Rugrats? Oh boy, I don't remember them all. I know I liked Tommy, but I mean, he was the main character, so I guess that's to be expected for a little kid, mostly seeing him. Ever get caught doing something naughty with your boyfriend/girlfriend? No. Who has had the biggest impact on your life? Jason. Girls: ever wear boxers? Guys: ever wear a thong? No. Do you use q-tips to clean your ears? DON'T DO THAT. I got wax adhered to both eardrums because I did that frequently; it inevitably pushed things back and dried onto them. NOT fun getting it sucked out; hurts like a bitch. Always only use them for the outside of your ears. This has been a PSA. Ever want to make out with someone, anyone, didn’t matter who? No. Ever had your feelings hurt when you knew the person was joking? That is EASY, friendo. Do you make jack-o-lanterns during Halloween? Sometimes. Have you ever swam with dolphins? No. Cats, awesome pets or Satan in disguise? I love cats. When you buy/receive new clothes, do you instantly wear them or wash first? Wash them. Do you hate using public restrooms? VERY MUCH. I will avoid using one at almost all costs. What’s the weirdest item you’ve seen for sale on Ebay? Oh my fucking god. So one night my friend Chelsea and I were up REALLY late and were loopy as fuck and this bitch started looking up weird dildos and shit and I'm not even remotely kidding, she found a huge 50 lb. butt plug. I sincerely wish I was joking. Do you check to make sure there’s TP before using the restroom? Yeah. Do you drunk dial/text? I've never been drunk. Have you ever built a massive snow fort? No. We don't get enough snow here. Are parents to blame for what their kids do on the Internet? Not entirely. Do you use acronyms to remember things? I did in school. Do you take pills like Tylenol for the littlest aches and pains? No. When was the last time you went rollerskating? WOW I don't know, but it's been a long time. Do you call people “dude” a lot? Yes. Who was your favorite Ninja Turtle? I was never into them. Horror flicks make you: laugh, scream, or squirm? Out of those, I may ever only squirm at nasty shit. If you could become a doctor, what would you specialize in? Probably ophthalmology (eye doctors). The last time I went to the eye doctor, I got way too into the science and anatomy of the eyes and such. You woulda thought I saw God when I realized I could see the veins in my eyes during that "lemme shine this light straight into your eyes" tests; I thought it was SO cool. Well, I probably realized this at previous appointments, I just didn't remember. Hm, or maybe a pathologist, that'd be cool. I'm looking through a list of doctors, yes. What’s the cutest thing a little kid has ever said to/in front of you? Probably just "I love you" and stuff like that from my niece and nephew. Ha ha aw, wait... When my brother and older nephew were here, Christian exclaimed, "She's up!", like the MOMENT I moved in bed one morning. I'm so happy to say that kid loves me. He wore me the HELL out in the course of just three days, but man, I miss the lil dude now. That occasion in particular just really sticks out to me because I do not find myself good with kids, and to just hear how excited he was that I was up meant the world to me. Apparently I was fun enough. At what age do you plan on moving out? I hope in like... two more years, maybe less. I need a stable job, a car, but I also DO NOT want to live alone, so I'd want to wait until Sara was ready to move, too. I'm beyond thankful Mom isn't rushing me in the least, she seems happy I live here actually, but I don't want to be in her hair much longer nonetheless. I have to be an adult. Did any characters from TV shows scare you as a kid? Which one(s)? King Ramses from Courage the Cowardly Dog fuck-ing TERRIFIED me. His animation was unique to what was normal in the show, so that automatically stood out as different and weird, but more than anything, I was just so scared by his voice and repetitive lines. I had nightmares of that shitlord. HA HA OH MAN I REMEMBER THIS TOO: When I visited my aunt and uncle's when I was little, my family slept on the floor in a room downstairs, and there were small trees outside the window that would sway, and the outline on the curtains would make me think of him. I remember waking Mom up one night about it, and I think she gave me something for comfort, but idr what. What’s the saddest thing you’ve heard on the news recently? In my very own fucking state, consent can no longer legally be revoked when sex begins. Fuck this place. How long does it take before you trust a person? It depends on the person. It's usually a while, though. Have you ever made a time capsule? What did you put in it? Hm... I feel like I have? Wait yeah, I did in elementary school! It was a class effort. Idr where it was buried. What would you do if your mom or dad read your diary/journal/blog? My mother would be deeply concerned that my love of Mark runs as deep as it does, meanwhile my dad would be v v v confused. They would mutually be very worried of their daughter's willingness to eradicate the fools of the population and replace them all with miniature Fischfucks. Do you know anyone with a lisp? I may? I don't exactly have a lisp, but in certain words, I pronounce "s" weakly due to my tongue piercing getting in the way, but it's very mild. If you were to break a Guinness Record, which one would you try and beat? Idk. What’s the coolest item in your room? I'm not sure, I find a lot of things in here particularly cool for various reasons. Hence why it's so heavily decorated. I guess my favorite is probably the Japanese, limited edition Silent Hill: Revelation flyer I have framed on the wall. I won it in a giveaway and I love it alskdjfklajwer. I wanna collect more SH merch, man. Are you accident-prone? Yes, due to my own lack of common sense and clumsy nature. As a kid, what was your favorite activity on the playground? I BOLTED for that swing. Are huge muscles gross or sexy? I'm not a fan of extreme muscles. Have you ever fished and caught something weird? Phew, I grew up fishing all the time with Dad. I'm certain I have. Well, I caught a catfish by the eye, but only the method's weird there, lol. I still to this day feel so bad for the fella. Is old age catching up with you? In my back and knees lmao. Can you sleep through thunderstorms? Yes. Ever spent the night in a tent? Yes. Do people confide in you? Some do. Ever been around someone who makes you feel stupid? He doesn't intend to, he's just reeeaaally fucking smart. Actually, that goes for my brother, too. I knew he was very intelligent, but holy shit, when he was here last and I actually got to hear more about him, his beliefs, and general knowledge, dude's a genius. How many college degrees do you want? Either up to Bachelor's or Master's. For my career goal of being an out-in-the-field zoologist, I need the latter. Do you like animals? SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages? Yes; my high school senior project was at least one. There's other personal stories I wrote as a kid, too. Can you snap your fingers? Yes. Can you wink? My right eye, yes. I can with my left eye, but not without my face distorting pretty badly. What song explains how you feel about love? *shrugs* Does hardship make a person stronger? It depends on what they take from it. What comes to mind when you think of pregnancy? Ew please never. Have you ever attended a professional sporting event? Yeah, hockey games with Dad. What is your favorite brand of clothing? I don't have one. Which do you value more, intellect or work ethic? Work ethic. How well do you know the people you live with? Well, I live with my mom, who I've lived with my whole life, and we're very close, if that answers the question. Do you have any heroes? *blinks* Ever been to a cabin on a mountain? No, I wish. Ever lost your voice? At least once. Are you a cautious person? Yes. Meet Anxiety, baby. Do you enjoy comedy shows? Yeah. Do you chew gum? Sometimes, rarely. Do you think a lot when taking a shower? Not really. I just enjoy whatever music I have on. Are you currently charging your phone? No. Do you ever get razor rash? No. Are you a private person? It depends on the subject. If you straighten your hair, do you always use hair spray? N/A Do you curl your hair often? It's too short to be curled. What’s the earliest you’ve ever woken up for school? Idk. Probably around 5:00-5:30 if I was getting ready for a special day or something. Can you get ready in under 10 minutes? Yeah. Has anyone ever told you that you were a bad kisser? No. Do you like Frostys from Wendy’s? Hell yeah. Would you ever sleep in the same bed as your sibling? Sure, if we had no other choice. Ever taken a shower with someone? My little sister and I did all the time as kids, I'm guessing to save water. Would you consider yourself to be a creative person? Yes. Do you usually take a nap during the day? Yes, usually. Might you enjoy hanging out in the woods for day or two? HELL YEAH!!!!!! So long I have my camera and company, that'd be awesome!!! Do you suffer from frequent paranoia? Eh, not as badly as I used to. Two friends whom have been there for you the most? Sara and Girt. If you/your gf became pregnant accidentally, would you consider abortion? If it was my own fault for not using protection, I couldn't do it; then that's my own foolishness. I would regardless if my life was endangered, though. I do believe abortion is killing a living being once brain activity begins, but I believe in the right to put yourself first. If a complete stranger picked a fight with you, would you fight or flight? Flight if possible. Defend myself when necessary. Have you ever decided to set fire to something out of anger? No. Would you rather be a house pet or a wild animal? House pet, so long as my owner is a good one that truly loves me. Wild animal would be much more dangerous, and besides, I like the idea of companionship. Can you juggle more than two objects at once? lol I probably couldn't even juggle two. Can you function well on little to no sleep? Eh. I'm cranky for sure, but I can function. Well... depending. If I am REALLY tired, I won't be able to keep my eyes open. Do you find that it is difficult to maintain your mood? Even on medication, I'm still bipolar (not using that as an adjective; I'm legitimately diagnosed with it). My mood can change VERY quickly with tiny stimuli, but at a much, much milder degree. Have you ever listened to a group of chanting Monks? (if not you should) No, but it's cool! Two sports that you are horrible at? Tennis and volleyball. The latter mostly just hurts like a bitch. One thing that you would like to change about your life? My job situation. What was the last candy you ate? Sour gummy worms. Which decade was your favorite for fashion trends? Idk. I'm really not educated enough on what was trendy for each one. Do you like the current fashion trends? I pay no attention. Who is the strangest (or one of the strangest) person you’ve met? I won't give away his name as it's a pretty unique one, but there was a kid in high school who was certainly different in both good and bad ways. He was pretty unstable. Made his own religion. What are you struggling with currently? Finding a mfckn job. Do you forgive yourself for your mistakes? Most, I'd say. Have you ever been abused by a police officer? No. Name one friend who had a parent who was in jail. A cousin of mine. Has anyone tried to kill you and then played the victim? No? What is your favorite board game? I like Battleship and Scrabble. Can you remember the last time you played a board game? A few months back with Sara and Girt. Actually Scrabble, lol. List three traumatic memories you have. The only truly traumatic memory I have is the breakup. Well, I guess a nightmare I had with my dad kinda is too, seeing as it still affects my trust today? Have you ever been misdiagnosed with something by a bad doctor? Yup. How the fuck did I have ADHD, woman. If you don’t mind my asking, when was the last time you had diarrhea? Like about two weeks ago before my period started. That's starting to seem like a theme. Do you prefer sunny days or cloudy days? I like partly cloudy. Do you have a painful past? A good chunk of it. But I mean, who doesn't have some rough paths behind them. What was the best time of your life? Walking through Chicago with Sara and her dad one night was INCREDIBLE. Coming from the middle of nowhere into such a colossal city with all these lights and such was such a shock to me, and exploring it with them was super cool. It was cold as fuck, but still, it was fun. When was the last time you were hugged? Idk. Well, probably last time I was at Ashley's saying bye to everyone. Do you trust your doctor? Yes. Name something God has healed you of. HAHAHAHA. If applicable, how old were you when you got "saved?" I was raised into religion, so I don't know. I grew up "saved." Have you been baptized, and if so, where? Yes, at my childhood church.