#but when with Taylor he becomes babygirl

[meraki-yao]

Random RWRB Thought: Hey Nick what’s it like being the shorter one in your on-screen relationship for once lmao

[selfishpresley]

When the infantilization of drivers fail: the case with lando norris

Personal watching of Formula One from my perspective started out with Michael Schumacher.

A man that embodied the Ferrari ideal driver. Someone with a very strong mind. A great talent with a fast car that created a combination within the sport that was only replicated with the Mercedes dominance that he had a hand in creating.

This was more than twenty years ago, and when a lot of young motorsports fans were kids.

This was the first wave to the rising popularity of the sport.

Sebastian Vettel, people could argue, contributed to the second. Daniel Ricciardo had a hand in the next coming waves. Lewis Hamilton moreso.

In the past five years, we've seen an exponential increase in spectators for formula one. Mostly to do with the popularity of 'Drive to Survive'.

From the casual fan to the most obsessed, the way that fans view drivers range from a deep love to the most ardent hate.

No matter what the opinion might be with Lando Norris, he is a victim to a kind of thinking that has affected the younger drivers from the 2019 lineup.

Victim might be too sympathetic of a word. Especially given that his media presence has helped create the kind of under-dog characterization that his fans have held onto.

You could say that this was because of the younger fans coming into Formula 1 are leaving their previous 'fandoms' of K-Pop or Taylor Swift or Sherlock or Doctor Who.

They do have a hand in perpetrating a kind of; infantilization of drivers.

Although, they are not to blame when it comes to Lando Norris.

This video by Dakota Sage, titled "The Babygirl-ification of Formula One", reminded me of the kind of online perspective that many recent fans have of certain drivers. (the video is very anti-RPF)

Baby-girlification or infantilization has been around for a long time, mostly affecting women to fetishize their already young age. It is just a recent thing that began to affect fully grown men. The term 'this *insert grown man here* is so baby girl!', has been a recent development in the broader issue of fan behaviour.

A lot of men in these fan-sports spaces like to make fun of, a mostly female kind of comments of certain drivers.

Lauding themselves as a superior sports fan because 'they aren't like these girls that only like a driver because he's physically attractive'. Or they take the sport seriously.

This kind of thinking is not only hypocritical but it causes a further alienation of new audiences that formula one is so desperate to get.

It's not just 'women know nothing about sports', it's evolved to 'these women don't know enough and they just like to see a pretty face'.

It creates a kind of 'men-women' rivalry that is very reductive to the general atmosphere that motorsports brings. Especially with the modernization of sports in general.

I will say that this is not just exclusive to online spaces. It's seen rarely in real life events. Mostly people waiting outside hotels of certain drivers (parasocial) or others giving out friendship bracelets (kind/normal some could say) or the obsession with WAGs (parasocial and psychotic when it becomes harmful).

In the case of infantilization, we will focus on one driver. (Note: there are many that are baby-girlified. Mostly white males.)

One 'under-dog'.

Lando Norris.

Lando Norris began his career at the young age of nineteen. Joining a large team that had been struck by cheating scandals and weak engines, McLaren had fostered Norris' talent two years prior. It took little time for people to fantasize that Lando could be the next great british racing champion.

The next Lewis Hamilton...

He was this young driver that started off strongly, showed great promise with more experience.

In the early years, Lando was at the forefront of people's minds.

"Little Lando Norris' was the young boyish British darling. And that has not changed as of the Mexican GP in 2024. A far cry from the 'golden days' of Michael Schumacher, Lando Norris was seen as everybody's son.

The only thing that has changed is how he is viewed within online spaces.

During the Max Verstappen dominance last year, during the Silverstone Grand Prix, Lando Norris was looking like a real contender to be the one of the other few drivers to win a race that season that weren't Max or Checo.

Lando qualified 2nd, and the majority of the people that didn't want to see Max win. Including fans of Lewis Hamilton. Some Checo fans. Charles fans. From one corner of the world to another, people were rooting for Lando to win.

What could have been his first win was taken by Max, he was about three seconds behind. He led a lap for a second it seemed.

And people had hope that the Red Bull dominance was going to end, especially in a season where things 'started getting boring'.

The online reception to Lando was at its best.

It looked like the set of recording 'we are the world' on Twitter before it started getting popular on Tumblr. Tiktoks were made supporting the British driver. Instagram videos and post coming out to support him.

Today, if we exclude the loyal Lando fans, online reception to Lando Norris has taken a nosedive.

Many could attribute this to his backhanded comments about certain drivers, his attitude with fans, his behavior with certain drivers.

All of that could be forgiven.

Lando is a wealthy, white, attractive by european standards, successful young male.

Worse people have been forgiven and defended for much worse things.

Now why is this now not being forgiven? Why is this not working now?

What happened to everybody's under-dog?

What happened to Pookie or babygirl Lando?

The infantilization of Lando at the beginning of his career has attributed in the negative public opinion.

It has failed him.

It is the reason that people in many online spaces don't like him anymore.

The fans have been convinced that Lando was just a kid. A boy that was so good, that he was racing in the highest series of motorsports because of his talent at a very young age. In our minds Lando was our little brother.

A child, one could argue.

If you see a driver as a child, or worse yet, a babyish man; you will attribute each one of his flaws to childishness.

He complains? or he whines like a baby? Is he sassy or rude? Is he reporting broken rules or snitching?

Lando fans would just see it normally, the rest less so. Most would see it as a young man with negative attributes. Moreso now that Lando has gained confidence in the sport. Has gained experience. Has a competitive car now that is competing with Ferrari and Red Bull. Two teams that have dominated the sports for eras at a time.

Now... Where did it all change?

There was no watershed moment.

More attention, more time in the sport, more success; comes with more 'hate'.

Especially when Lando Norris doesn't do much to help with the accusations against him.

He's whiny? Then you see a video of him complaining about a racing incident.

He's annoying? His particular brand of humor is put on display.

His team is definitely not helping.

McLaren has turned into a once great team that housed the likes of Senna to a team that stole documents from Ferrari to a team that likes to toe the line of being likeable.

And it's not Lando's fault in this case.

Lando is up against everybody else.

His public image is against everybody else's.

He isn't the young talent anymore, but in people's minds he is still so young. He's 'little lando norris', he's the streamer that plays with his friends online like most boys do.

Lando Norris is still seen with Lolita colored glasses. And it's not helping his recent success and his popular 'hate'.

A thing to note, there are valid criticisms to the decline in Lando's image.

His comments on someone's favorite driver. His behaviour with certain fans and drivers.

His poorly hidden following tab which includes the likes of Andrew Tate.

His lucky charm in the form of former president Donald Trump.

These are things that need to be brought up more often and in conjunction with criticism of other drivers. Including favorite drivers.

Infantilization of drivers could be innocuous, if it didn't continue past the age where they should be seen as a baby girl.

[sarahkrolokfan]

I hate fanon-ization of Lily, James, Regulus and Barty (Evan, Dorcas, Marlene etc. are literally only mentioned in the books, there is nothing to mis-characterize)

Lily is side-lined for a non-existent, non-sensical ship (yeah, I hate jegulus), her Muggle origin is overlooked even though it played a MAJOR role in her life (heck the entire Marauders era takes place during the war against a wizard-supremacist, Muggle-hater and his racist followers). Her relationship with Snape and how his words and newly found ideologies affected is completely overlooked when he was her only magical friend during her entire childhood. Her relationship to her son? (yk, that one thing that set the entire series in motion...) - pfft, don't be silly, she is just a surrogate to James and Regulus.

James is portrayed as a ray of sunshine, good boy whose biggest sin was being a bit sarcastic. No, he WAS an arrogant asshole who mercilessly bullied another student simply for his own enjoyment. Yet he was also incredibly loyal man who didn't hesitate to share his home with his friend after he ran away from home and who grew out of his arrogant phase and changed himself for better because of a woman he loved (loved so much he died protecting her and their son later).

Regulus is portrayed as an edgy yet kind-hearted little aristocrat boy whose parents forced him into being a Death Eater - no, he wasn't pressured into becoming anything, Regulus for the longest part of his life WAS a Voldemort supporter. He collected newspaper articles about Voldemort, he talked to Kreacher about how great Voldemort is and how great his ideas were - yes, he realized later he was wrong but it doesn't suddenly mean he was pressured into anything.

Barty is portrayed as a silly little babygirl who has an IQ of goldfish. No, he was one of the smartest characters with multiple talents but was also a mentaly-unstable young man (Azkaban/Dementors have horrific influence on everyone but while other Death Eaters managed to last 10+ years there he was already on his death-bed in a year and started to scream for him mother the same day he was brought in) who went completely insane and evil by the end and craved for father figure so deeply he was ready to become a murderer/torturer to get one. His manipulativeness and sadism? Non-existent in fanon...

In the end... I truly dislike the overall state of "Marauders era" fandom - like, they are a generation impacted by war and ever-changing politics who essentially needed to choose a side while they were still children, some betraying their families and loved ones - and then you try seeing stuff in Marauders fandom and they are turned into edgy teens who all wear crop-tops and black nail polish, listen to Taylor, go to Starbucks and talk in a Tik-Tok slang....

[thewritingofspencerrose]

The Dorothea Swift

"Folks, it's that time again for..."

"New NEWS," Travis Kelce is the one to finish, loud to the point that the woman on the other screen lifts her headphones slightly away from her ears.

"Today's episode features a very favorite of not only my wife, but the entire KC Chiefs system, social media manager miss Dorothea Swift! Dorothea-"

"Please Jason, just Thea, that's what everyone calls me. The last time someone called me Dorothea it was my sister when she wrote a song about missing me when I left for college," The blonde laughs, tucking a curl behind her ear.

"Or Dee Dee, that's what Mahomes calls her," Travis chimes, chuckling at the aggrivated look on the face of a woman who deals with football players for a living.

"That's because Pat took it from some friends of mine," She defends, rolling her eyes. "But it's great to be here boys. You've basically been making my job useless."

"Ah you could never be useless, babygirl," Is Travis's brilliant response, making Jason laugh.

"I can just hear the internet blowing up with that one comment, so I'm gonna save ya'll and move on," The elder brother assures, "Dorthea, what's it like being the sister of someone as famous as Taylor?"

"You see, my answer to that is going to be incredibly boring, but we've always grown up in a really down to Earth and relatively normal family. I mean, obviously Tay has been singing since I was seven and she was fourteen, so we've grown in this environment, but like, as a younger sister she's still just my annoying older sister."

"So you two are close?" Travis is the one to ask, with a knowing smile. "At least you seemed it at the game the other day."

"Yes, she and I still have sleepovers in my bed when she comes to town. My boyfriend has had to sleep on the sofa in our living room more than a few nights because of it," She explains, having to laugh.

"Ah, and would this boyfriend be the one that you've been soft launching on your instagram?"

"Dude, how do you know what soft launching is?" Travis questions his brother, laughing, Thea unable to not join in.

"My wife taught me! Laugh it up," Jason answers defensively, although his eyebrows betray his display of annoyance for what it really is, amusement. "But come on Thea, give us the insider scoop on your mystery boy that everyone is losing their minds about on the internet."

"I'm pretty sure what everyone is really losing their minds about is my sister and your brother supposedly dating after last weeks game," Thea laughs, Travis blushing madly. "Do you have anything to say about that?"

"Oh I'm a fan of this line of questioning," Jason grins, nodding excitedly about what he knows is to come.

"Me too, Jason, me too," Thea agrees, going to say something else before being interrupted by a little voice through Jason's microphone.

"Antie Dee Dee!"

The blonde woman's face turns the shade of a Chiefs jersey, both men's faces showing surprise in the turn of events that Jason's daughter Wyatt has caused. The's no way to deny that this is the first time the three have really talked if Jason's daughter already calls her Antie.

"Baby Wy," Travis is the one to respond, coming out as a groan. "You just ruined a soft launch that was a year in the making!"

"Does this mean it's time?" Jason asks, eyes dotting back and forth between the other boxes on the screen.

Rather than answering, a still red Thea gets up from her chair, disappearing from her screen only to reappear in Travis' a moment later, kissing his forehead and sitting down on his lap.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I am not in fact dating Taylor Swift, but have been dating Dorthea Swift for the last two years," He announces, smiling brightly at the screen.

"He's become close with my sister, given their proximity in age, and I've clearly become close with his family in return," Dorthea takes the chance to explain.

"Yeah, the Kid is pretty cool, I guess," Jason chimes, leaning in the the microphone as if about to tell a secret. "She better be my sister-in-law one day or I will kill my brother."

[raya-hunter01]

Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 8

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

Words:

Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso.  Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

Grady Memorial Hospital

Atlanta, Ga.

Shantell’s POV

“You feeling any pain, sweetie?” my mom asked hugging me as Jimmy walked out to give Joe an opportunity for others to come in.

“I’m ok it’s been a little off and on but so far I’m not bleeding anymore,” I said trying to remain positive. “You gotta stay calm, and I know you gon' have to follow up with your doctor when we get home,” Jey said holding my hand.

“I just had to lay eyes on you and hold you. I will give ya’ll a moment and call your auntie. She is worried sick and blowing up my phone,” she said going out into the hall.  “You scared the hell outta me and everybody Shantell, I got a bone to pick wit you,” Joes says hugging me.

“So, I’ve been told,” I gasped, becoming stiff against him as a sharp pain came. “You ok baby, Jey said worriedly as I nodded. “The pain just seems to be getting stronger,” I groaned trying to focus and catch my breath.

“Hey, breathe, it’s gonna be ok,” Joe says sitting beside me as a few tears fell from my eyes. “I’m going to see if there is anything they can give you,” Jey says kissing my forehead before heading into the hall. I knew he needed to take a moment as I faintly heard him talking to Jimmy in the hall.

 “Why is this happening, Jon?” I heard him ask before hitting the wall with what I could only guess was his fist. “Aye, come on man, Shan can hear you. Let’s go find the doctor, Jimmy,” said as the hall got quiet.

“What if I lose the baby?” I cried looking at Joe as he looked at me with such pity and sadness.  “No, we ain’t putting that into the atmosphere, not today. Lil Uce, and you gon’ be good,” Joe said rubbing my hand. “Shit!” I groaned sitting up from the sharp pain that hit me as Joe took me in his arms.

“Hey, talk to me,” he says as holding me close. “I can’t do this,” I gasped trying to remain calm as he held me tighter. “Yes, you can, and you will babydoll,” Joe said confidently as I tried to see his positive outlook, but I was losing hope.

“You haven’t called me that in years,” I smiled taking a breath as the pain subsided for the moment.  “Well, you grew up on me, so I had to upgrade you to babygirl,” he says kissing my hand.

“So, what do I become after the baby Is born?” I asked giving him a small smile.   “Oh, that’s easy baby mama,” he said as I laughed at his antics. “There is that beautiful smile, everything is going to be fine,” he reassured me as Jey came back in with the doctor.

“Shantell, I have been researching and consulting with other doctors. I want to try a medication called Progestogen; it’s known to help prevent miscarriages. You’re a good candidate and it has a high success rate,” Doctor Taylor said looking at his records. “So how does it work?” Jey asks sitting beside me.

“We will administer the shot and also will give her something to rest. We need to get her body to relax, as we wait. Since there hasn’t been anymore bleeding, I think we are turning the curve, but the next 24 hours are critical,” he said touching my leg.

Jey’s POV

Thank God finally some good news, they had a plan and the doctor seemed happy to share the news with us.   I felt a weight being lifted as they gave Shantell the medication, trying to remain positive. “Thank you for all you’ve done,” Shantell said wiping her tears before shaking his hand.

“Nah, young lady it wasn’t all me. Your husband has been your biggest advocate, and he made sure to think of you first in all his decisions. He really loves you both,” Doctor Taylor said as Shantell looked at me as I could see the unshed tears in her eyes.  

“My husband huh,” she said shooting me a tired smile as I could see her fighting to keep her eyes open. “Doc I just knew I needed to take care of my wife, and I would do it again in a heartbeat” I said giving her a kiss without missing a beat as she closed her eyes holding my hand tight.

“I will leave you guys alone, you should be finally resting soon,” Doctor Taylor said leaving as Joe kissed Shantell’s forehead. “Get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning,” he whispered going out to tell the others what was going on.

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Trin’s POV

This is the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been as Sandra and Tanya have been staring a hole through each other.

“How is Shantell,” Papa Kish asks walking over to meet Joe. “They are trying a new medication, the next 24 hours are critical, but the doctor is optimistic about everything being fine,” Joe said giving him a hug.  “Thank God,” Solo whispers rubbing his face before laying his head back closing his eyes.

“Thank God is right,” Sandra whispered as Tanya’s eyes snapped back to her. “Oh, so you care now?” she questioned rolling her eyes as Sandra sighed. “Look, I said I was sorry, and I will make this right.  It’s my grandchild too,” Sandra said as Tanya jumped up out of her seat.

“Woman, you will be lucky if you even see my grandchild,” Tanya said walking off down the hall as Jimmy followed her. “Excuse me,” Sandra said going in the opposite direction.

Yea, it was going to be tough trying to bring these grandmas together. “I see you over there worrying Trin, everything will work out,” Papa Kish said patting my knee. “I hope so, because Shantell don’t need no more stress and them going at it isn’t going to help,” I said honestly as I heard Joe's deep intake of breath.

“We’ll come up with something,” he said as we settled into our designated spots for the next 24 hours.

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The Next Morning

Jey’s POV

I tried to sleep but my eyes were too focused on Shantell and the fetal monitor. I was happy she was finally able to rest, and everything seemed to be going well. “Uce, you need to get some sleep,” Solo said coming in to sit with me.“I can’t till I know they good Uce,” I said yawning as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

“Bro, you watched her sleep all night, she will be up soon and you gon’ be burned out,” he said throwing me his blanket. “I’m good, bro,” I said rubbing my burning eyes. “No, you ain’t! Close yo eyes and get some sleep, I’ll keep watch,” he pleaded as I finally gave up and fell asleep.

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“Yo, Joshua wake up,” a familiar voice said that I hadn’t heard in years but spent so many nights wishing I could hear it just one more time. I must be dreamin’ because this ain’t real. “Uncle Ecky,” I whispered looking at him sitting beside me smiling.

The world knew him as Umaga but to us Fatu kids he was Uncle Ecky. He was like our dad and uncle rolled into one. He was the reason Jon and I got into wrestling.

“I ain’t dead, am I?” I asked a little freaked as he smiled. “Nawl boy, I knew you needed me,” he said as I hugged him. “Unk, I missed you so much,” my voice overcome with emotion trying to hold it together hugging him tighter.

“Aye, I always been here watching over ya’ll. Uce, I got you,” he said as I felt a release inside me, almost peaceful.

 “I wanted you to meet somebody,” he said as I pulled away looking at him a bit unsure.  "Are Shantell and the baby alright?” I asked looking over at Shantell sleeping in the dim light with Solo watching over her, I almost couldn’t see them. We seemed so far away from them both.

“Daddy, play wit me,” a little voice said as I turned and saw the most beautiful little boy I had ever seen.  He was running toward me holding a toy wrestling ring with the brightest smile. He looked to be about three years old, the perfect mixture of Shantell and me.

In shock, I picked him up as he placed his head on my shoulder. “I don’t understand, what’s goin’ on?” I asked looking at the little boy caressing his hair and face just entranced with him.

“You were worried about him, so I wanted to show you everything was gon’ be fine, they both gon' be fine,” he said looking at Shantell, draping his arm over my shoulder as I held my son and wept against him.

“Ya’ll gon’ have a good life like your auntie and me. It will be some bad times, but ya will always find your way back,” Uncle Ecky said glancing at me before turning his attention back to Shantell. It seemed to make my tears flow like a river as I held my son tighter.

“ Daddy loves you and yo mama so much, you so loved, Lil Uce,” I said kissing his cheek, trying to memorize any detail I could to take me through these next seven months until he’s here. "Love you, Daddy," his little voice said taking my heart in a chokehold.

“You may not remember a lot of this Josh, that happens with dreams sometimes, but you will have the calmness of knowing everything will be ok,” he said smiling at my son.

“Tell daddy yo name, Lil Uce,” he whispered talking to my son. “My..My name is Joshua Edward Fatu," he said with confidence, smiling at me as fresh tears fell. We had named him after me and Uncle Ecky, my heart was so full, and I couldn’t stop the tears if I wanted to.

“Daddy, no cry,” he said reaching up to wipe my tears with his tiny chubby hands. “Daddy’s ok, I’m just happy to see you,” I said playing with his hair. “Otay, I play now,” he said taking my face in his tiny hands, giving me a kiss before wiggling out of my lap and running off.

“You need to talk to your mom,” Uncle Ecky said as I rubbed my tired face. “I’m mad at her, and myself. She don’t even see nothin’ she did wrong”, I whispered looking at him, then at Shantell.

“Oh, I have a feeling she does now. I been working on her stubborn ass, and I paid her a visit last night,” he said smiling at me. “What did you do?” I asked looking at the mischievous look on his face. He always had that look when he did something off the wall.

 “Josh you ain’t gotta worry about, just know when she comes to you listen. Tell everybody I love them, and know I’m always here” he whispered giving me one last hug before disappearing slowly before my eyes. “I love you, Unck,” I said missing him even more than I had before.

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Shantell’s POV

“Josh, wake up the new doctor’s here,” I whispered trying to get his attention my voice weak and tired. I saw him struggling to wake up almost like he was crying in his sleep. “Baby, Doctor Roberts is here,” I said a little louder as his eyes shot open. “I’m up,” he groaned readjusting to the now-present light in the room.

“What did I miss?" Jey asked, sitting up, rubbing his eyes. “Mr. Fatu I was telling your wife everything is looking good, but we want to keep her another day or two. She will be on bed rest for the next three weeks," Doctor Roberts said writing off on his chart.

“We have a bus, so the bed rest isn’t an issue, but he has a big match on Saturday, and I wanted to sit in the crowd,” I said as the doctor smiled. “Well, that should be ok, but no work, and definitely no stress,” the doctor said as we all nodded in understanding.

“Thank God, Uncle Ecky was right," Jey whispered kissing my hand.  “Uncle Ecky?” Solo asked looking at Jey funny as I watched the exchange between them with their eyes. “I’ll tell you later,” Jey said smiling.  “Well, three weeks of bed rest, I can do it doc,” I said confidently as Solo and Jey smiled at me.

"We gon make sure of it busy body,” Jey added as the doctor laughed.  When the doctor left my attention turned to Jey. “So why these folks think we married?” I asked as Solo laughed.

“They wouldn’t have given me any updates on you or let me see you unless I was your husband. Your mom wasn’t here so I did what I had to do baby,” Jey said giving me a kiss.

"Plus, you are already my wife in every way that matters so I didn’t lie," he said as I'm trying not to cry again. “It just seems like a lot happened and I just want to know,” I said closing my eyes not wanting to look into Jey’s weary sad eyes.

“Shan, I’ll tell you everything baby, but not right now ok. You don’t need to worry about it now,” Jey said reassuring me everything was ok. Hopefully, these three weeks will fly by and we can get back into the day-to-day without being in fear.

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Three Days Later. Pensacola, FL

Jey’s House

Shantell’s POV

“So, you were going to let them give me the medication,” I asked again unsure if I heard him correctly. “Shantell, yes, I was, and I would do it again,” Jey said looking at me his eyes full of unshed tears as we sat in the kitchen talking. He had just got done making breakfast, and I kept pushing. I wanted to know what happened before I woke up in the hospital. 

“Why would you do that?” I asked, looking down unable to look at him. “For you, I did it for you and for me,” he said making me look at him.  “Josh, don’t,” I cried trying to move away from him as he gently grabbed my hands preventing me from moving. “You know,” he started but paused looking like he was trying to find the right words to say. 

“You would have put yourself in danger trying to save our baby and I would have lost you both. You would have done it for yourself and for me thinking the baby is our only shot at happiness," he said as I felt the truth of his words stabbing me like a knife.

"I need you to understand you both are my happiness, Shantell," he said pleading for my understanding. "I know," l whispered knowing he was right and made the right decision at that moment.

"I know from my Uncle Ecky how fast all this could disappear, one mistake and it’s all gone,” he said trying to stop his own tears. “So, I made a decision to save you, and I will stand by it till the day I die,” he said without guilt as I finally fell apart in his arms.

“None of this works without you Shan, I couldn’t lose you both, I need you to understand that,” he pleaded as we cried together. “You're not going to lose me, Josh,” I finally whispered, finding my voice as I caressed his face touching the new grey hairs in his beard.

 I know him worrying about me is apart of it and it breaks my heart. “I can’t. Do you get it now?" he asked as I hugged him tighter, nodding feeling him releasing the pressure that was weighing him down.

“I get it baby, and I promise I ain’t going nowhere,” I whispered, reassuring him as I placed a kiss on his neck as he held me tighter rubbing my back. Someone ringing the doorbell disturbed our moment as I pulled away heading towards the stairs, wiping my face as Jey was reluctant to let me go.

“Shit, I forgot to tell you last week with everything that happened,” Jey said wiping his tears, trying to get himself together. “You forgot to tell me what?” I asked as he looked nervous. “Uh, WWE wanted to do a SummerSlam Vlog on me, he groaned. “Josh, please tell me that ain’t them at the door?” I asked as he drops his head in guilt. Yep, Stress activated in 5,4,3,2,1.

Jey’s POV

“Hell no! I ain’t doing it, matter of fact I’m bout to take my black ass home,” Shantell said standing at the bottom of the stairs in my one of my old t-shirts fuming, ending our brief moment of clarity. “Baby, they are just going to travel with us for the next two days and then it’s done,” I said trying to reason with her.

“The doctor just said no stress and you shoving a camera crew in my face. Damn, a whole ass vlog, now I know yo ass losing Saturday,” she said smartly as I laughed walking over to her.

“Shan, calm down it won’t be bad,” I assured her. I know some fans can be cruel, but this vlog is about my life and Shantell you are apart of that,” I said kissing her as she melted in my arms. “You trying to seduce me, and I’m trying to be mad, she whispered stealing a kiss herself.

 “All this was Paul’s idea, not mine,” I said holding my hands up in mock surrender as she pulled away rolling her eyes at me. “Remind me to kill him nice and slow,” she said full of sarcasm as I laughed.  

“Josh, I just don’t want to be on camera a lot, some things should be just for us,” she says voicing her concerns. “I got you baby; it’s gon’ be ok,” I reassured her as she went upstairs to get dressed.

Shan’s POV

I ain’t been out the hospital four days and already WWE business is at our door. I could hear Stu downstairs asking Jey some questions and in spite of myself I smiled. Least it was someone I knew, that made me feel a little more comfortable.

Heading back downstairs I tried to sneak into the kitchen to get my food but I saw Jey cut his eyes towards me smiling. “Come here baby,” he said as I frowned at him walking into the living room. “This my baby right here,” he said as I smiled trying to not knock him upside the head.

“Tell the people what's up," he says grinning at me. “Hey everybody,” I said waving and smiling at the camera. “Yeeet, ain’t she beautiful?” Jey said looking at me smiling as I laughed. “So ya’ll met five years ago right,” Stu questioned as I nodded with a slight smile as Jey led me around the couch to sit beside him.

“Yea man, she came in doing her college thang. Stayed for some months, then she went home to finish school. Ya’ boy was miserable without her them two years on the road," he said as I smiled at him.

 “We would always hang out when you would come home,” I  said now looking at him intently.  “Yea, but in our friend circle. Then when she got hired after graduating, ya boy was nervous as hell,” Jey said raising his eyebrows at the camera as I laughed at his antics.

 “So how long have ya’ll been together?” Stu asked. “We only started dating bout seven months ago," I said trying to calm my nerves. “I had to have her man. I couldn't take the friend zone no more, ya feel me. I had to lock her down, they were trying to get at my woman,” Jey says smiling, stumbling a little over his words.

“Oh lord, you would bring that up” I whispered smiling shaking my head, this boy just tellin’ all our business. I know this is apart of his job but I ain’t ready for the fangirl backlash. Two more days of this and it can’t come fast enough. “She stuck wit my ass now, this wifey,” he said gently kissing me. 

“You know my mama is gonna see this,” I said grinning against his lips as he smiled brighter kissing me again before turning back to talk to the camera.  

 “Mama knows the deal and aye, ya’ll lookin’ at the reason Smackdown been fire these last three years. My baby has been over production, gave ya’ll the thunder dome, them fire camera angles, and made all of us look good,” Jey said as I blushed even harder.

“Well, I had help, my crew is awesome and amazing. What’s up crew, I miss ya’ll,” I said giving my crew a lil shout out. “I know you hate being on camera Shantell, but can you give a prediction for Saturday? Stu asked.

“Yea, the Real Chief is gon’ show up, show out, and after that, he’s taking me to McDonald's for some fresh hot fries, no salt extra ketchup,” I said confidently as Jey and Stu laughed as I shrugged my shoulders not caring how it sounded. That's them pregnancy cravings Stu," Jey said as they both began laughing, I pouted a second before joining in laughing as well.

“A'ight I done tortured you enough with this, I know you hate cameras in yo face gon’ eat, baby,” he said giving me another kiss. “Bye ya’ll,” I waved, leaving them to their shoot. Lord, the things I do for this man, just let us make it to Saturday.

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SummerSlam

Main Event

Jey’s POV

I didn’t like the news that was shared before we came out here but hey that’s how it happens sometimes. I can hear and see the backlash now; I tried to shake it and regain my focus to put on the best match possible.

“Yo, Fatu get yo head in the game!” Shantell shouted as I looked at her in the front row looking worried. I nodded finally flying off the top rope and nailing the Uso Splash, covering Joe.

I knew what was to happen next as I’m pulled out of the ring and Jimmy slowly reveals himself. I could hear the crowd, and I could barely make out what Shantell was screaming as he super-kicked me. The rest is a blur as chaos reigned. All I knew was Shantell was gonna lose her shit.

Shantell’s POV

“I know you fuckin' lyin’!" I screamed as the crowd is chanting “fuck you Jimmy” right before he super kicked Jey. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see your son over there,” I said to a fan as he smiled at me. “No problem he has heard worse, and I totally agree with you,” he said smiling.  

Jimmy walked right past me not even looking, quite frankly he looked disgusted. I watched almost in slow motion as Joe pinned Jey and became the Universal Champion once again and remained the Tribal Chief. I saw red as the crowd booed, Joe looked at me with remorse as Jey was overcome with emotion in the ring literally laying on his stomach crying.

His dream shattered as he finally looked at me and gave me the signal to go backstage. I grabbed my purse heading backstage. Nobody better talk to me either or I’m goin' off.  All that fucking hard work I put into making video packages, sleepless nights of research just for them to do this.

Joe is getting ready to go on vacation for two months, why couldn’t Jey at least stay champion until he came back.  All his hard work just to be a transitional champion, this shit got Vince written all over it.

As I kept looking back towards the ring at Jey, one of the security guards rushed me through the crowd. I stayed calm until we reached Gorilla. “Why were you rushing me outta there,” I said going over to Paul. “We didn’t know how the crowd was going to react, and we needed to get you out, he said looking at me begging me with his eyes to not say anything.

Joe hugged me as I pulled away looking him over. “Are you ok? I saw how Jey landed on your side,” I said as he nodded. “Yea, it ain’t that bad, I’ll be ok,” he groaned as I looked over at Paul. “Who thought of that bullshit,” I asked looking to his left and seeing Vince, damn I was hoping I was wrong. 

“Hey Shantell, you are glowing, and you gave us a hell of a show out there. We need you to be on camera more, “he said smirking at me as Mike took Joe down to his office, to check him out. "Stay calm Shantell," Joe shouts walking into his office. I changed some things around Shantell, it looked great Vince said as I frowned at him.

“Oh, so it was you. You decided to come play with us common folks and fuck up storylines people have been working on for the last three years,” I accused as he smirked at me. “Shantell calm down,” Solo said steering me away from Vince and Paul.

“No, it needs to be said, the rules of Tribal Combat were no family could interfere until after the match was over. Tonight, after stating this on your website you had two family members interfere in the match," I said getting a little irritated. Paul held up a finger trying to interrupt me as I cut him off.

 "Then Joe is out for the next two months, so your champion ain't gon' even be on TV. It's the dumbshit for me, won't even give Jey, who has been the workhorse of this company for the last three years the opportunity to show you what he could do with the title," I said with a tight smile agitated that Paul didn't fight for Jey.

Paul had turned red and Vince for once seemed to be in deep thought about what I just said. "He is the most over person you have right now besides L.A. and you fuckin that up also," I added for good measure.

"I know you worked hard Shantell, and we appreciate it," Paul said trying to ease the tension.

"I busted my ass on those video packages, putting them together, losing sleep just for you to turn around after all that hype and fuck it up,” I stated calmly waiting for an answer. “Isn’t that your job?” Vince questioned, looking at Paul who winced as he saw my face.

“No, actually it’s not, I helped your company because your video personnel quit and I was trying to be a team player. What did you do in return? You spat on their culture, and you made it a joke. You should have just made it a regular no-disqualification match and been done if this was the shit you was gon' pull,” I said honestly wanting to wipe the smug look off Vince’s face.

“Sis, let’s go, it ain’t worth getting upset,” Jimmy said walking over to me and I could tell how disappointed he was in the outcome as well. “It damn sure ain’t because I’m not helping out again, my health and child are my number one priority from now on. I ain’t stressing myself over none of this shit,’” I said staring a hole through Vince.  

“I like her spunk; she’s going to go far here, Paul. I totally see why you brought her on,” Vince said impressed, I guess by my brazen approach to giving him a piece of my mind.  “Well, since we both are being honest Mr. McMahon.  I also really dislike the fact that you’re so out of touch with the WWE product, the fans, and reality as a whole. Get it together, and have yourself a blessed evening,” I said walking off with Paul following close behind me and Jimmy.

“Shantell, calm down and talk to me,” Paul begs as Jimmy stepped in sync with me. “Don’t follow me, Levesque, you promised he wouldn’t interfere in their storyline!” I yelled, angry over the fact that he didn't protect Jey, Jimmy, Solo, or Joe in the situation.

He gently grabbed my arm stepping in front of me.  “The old man just wanted to dick around tonight;” he said as I felt Jimmy tense beside me. I shook my head unable to believe what he just said.

“He retired, sold this company because he didn’t want you to run it, and you still entertain the shit he does,” I said sighing at his lack of backbone when it came to Vince. “Look, we can fix it,” he said as I laughed in his face.

“We! Aint no we! You let him did this, you fix it. I’m off for the next three weeks,” I stated walking off. “We are going to fix it! I promise I’m going to call you in a few days!” Paul yelled as I ignored him and went to the bus.

Jey’s POV

I know we did good work and it’s all worth it, but damn only a couple weeks as champion. I can honestly say in the meeting Joe went to war for me to remain champion tonight and I can’t thank him enough. I will always remember that. 

“Jey, Shantell is already on the bus, and she’s heated,” Solo says coming up to me as I walked over to Vince. “Thank you for this opportunity, sir,” I said shaking his hand. “You’re welcome, you're very humble like your dad. I like it,” he says smugly as I fight the urge to cuss his ass out.

"All the hard work everyone has put in, Joe, and I had done research with Shantell and had really put together something good for it all to get shot down by Vince. I feel my pressure rising just being near him.

“I need to check on Shantell, I just wanted to say thanks for everything,” I said walking away. “Yea, you got yourself a firecracker, she definitely speaks her mind,” Vince said laughing as I walked away with Solo.

“How bad was she?” I asked Solo as he laughed. “Oh, she gave his ass the business, Paul too. She was nice nasty wit it,” he said snickering as a grin tugged at my face. That���s one of the things I love about Shantell, she’s passionate about the people she loves and her craft. If you fuck with any of those you get the business, and it don’t matter who you are.

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Jey’s Bus

Shantell’s POV

“Did you mean to call me? I mean Jey should have his phone on him, is something wrong?” I asked Sandra hearing her taking deep breaths in my ear. “No, I meant to call you Shantell. I wanted to invite you both to the house for Sunday dinner tomorrow night, if possible,” she said as I pulled the phone from my ear setting it down on the bed like it was going to explode from her pleasant tone and the question she asked me.

As I placed the phone on speaker, the guys got on the bus. I gave them a signal to be quiet as they stopped in their tracks. “Who is it?” Jey whispered as I shook my head at him putting a finger to my lips. “I’m going to call Trin in a bit I heard she’s been under the weather,” she said as Jimmy looked shocked that his mother was on the phone.

 “Ok, but the last time we were in the same room you were saying really nasty things, what changed,” I asked as Jey sat beside me. “I want to discuss it in person and talk to all of ya’ll. I know I stepped on a lot of toes and it’s not right. Can you please just come to dinner?” Sandra pleaded as I looked at Jey. He needed his mother in his life regardless of what I felt, and maybe we could move past it all eventually. I could tell he missed her and they needed to talk

“Ok, umm could we do it.  My mom is flying in tomorrow morning, and we should be home by noon tomorrow,” I said as Joe smiled at me happy, we were talking cordially. Jey kissed my hand holding it in a tight grip. I knew he needed this and I knew I made the right decision.

“Well, I’ll let you go. I gotta call Joe and his mom to invite them,” she said as Joe interrupted her. “I’m here Auntie just call Ma and I’ll see you tomorrow,” Joe said smiling. “Oh, good,” she whispered relieved as I felt Jey rubbing my thigh. “Joshua, I know you're there, and your brothers, I love ya’ll and I will see you all tomorrow,” she said hanging up before they could respond. I leaned over and kissed his cheek as he seemed anxious. "It will work out baby," I whispered laying my head on his shoulder.

“Well, I’ll be damned," Jimmy said smiling as Solo laughed in relief. After talking for a bit Joe, and Solo went back to Joe's bus so we could start the journey home.

I pray everything goes well tomorrow night so we can start to heal and move forward. Our child is going to need all of its grandparents and I want us all to hash things out. Maybe this is finally the moment, but only time will tell.

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[polyamorouspunk]

So I’m not someone who is actively a fan of bands – or rather, I don’t get invested in bands as other people do – but I recently got caught-up in the MCR hype and now I almost have the same amount of MCR-shirts as I have BMTH-shirts and – anyway, why I’m sending you an ask is: I was wondering whether you can clue me in what is it with the “girl Gerard” hype and so on.

Like, I know Gerard Way officially came out about being a he/they person but idk what I even would look up to get a clue on this whole thing.

And Wikipedia in my language still says MCR appreciates their queer fanbase and is elated to be so popular with us queer little freaks but that the band (members) are kinda distanced from the notion of being queer. I feel like even a non-English Wikipedia article would have been updated by fans so I’m confused about the whole gender and “girlboss” hype

It’s just a meme. Like you know when you call your favorite male characters like Hannibal or Will Graham “my poor little meow meow” or “babygirl” or whatever it’s like the same thing. I think it happens to other gnc celebs at a lower rate (I mean JVN is always calling themselves things like “girl” etc.) but because MCR is so big and a big tumblr trend right now is the idea of femininity + the bastardization of Christianity/horror/gore/blood/etc. and a lot of things MCR used to highlight in their music that it’s just become widely popularized on here. Gerard uses he/they pronouns and hasn’t picked a “label” as far as I’m aware of like nonbinary/genderqueer/genderfluid/etc. like someone like JVN has. I haven’t really seen anything about the band trying to distance themselves from fans or anything but I don’t really keep up with celebrities themselves like I’m not following them on Instagram I don’t use Twitter etc. Other bands have similar hype you just don’t see it as much on here as you do the MCR hype. Main artists on here right now are like Taylor Swift, K-pop, MCR, etc. but the main “bandom” I’m active in is almost non-existent here. It’s just the tubmblrization of it.

[burntblueberrywaffles]

My 2023 recap (but it's through all my favorites posts I've made this year)

Part 2! (part 1 here)

Aug 14th

Me @ the prequels haters:

Aug 14th

Aug 18th

He did it for me specifically and I thank him every day ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Aug 20th

Me progressively spiraling in my latest sw posts:

Aug 26th

Discovering you’re ace is wild cause like, you guys were serious when you said you wanted to fuck that character/celebrity?

We weren’t just exaggerating and being silly?? UH???

Aug 27th

Watching the end of ROTS: a moodboard

Aug 30th

Having a R2d2 and C3po cameo might be the laziest form of Star Wars fan service but you know what that shit work my dumbass goes “OMG it’s R2 and threepio 🥺🥺🥺” everytime

Aug 31st

Tumblr staff be like: somehow they’re still using desktop, lets add an evil clown

Aug 31st

“I want the main character to end up with this person, even though I hate one of them who sucks and doesn’t deserve to end up with such a good-”

My brother in Christ call me crazy but I don’t think you actually love this ship. Read an x reader or x OC fanfic at this point jfc.

Sept 4th

Me sending a feedback report to complain every time tumblr makes another idiotic change:

Sept 10th

I’m always so scared to assemble it

Sept 15th

I love doing research, I am not tearing my hair out (lying)

Sept 21st

Im so good at forgetting my blorbo is a child murderer you wouldn’t even believe

Sept 29th

Lowest luminosity setting is not low enough why is my iPhone a fucking beacon of light burning my retina with the force of a thousand suns

Sept 30th

Me every few months:

Oct 4th

Oct 18th

Me reading fanfic titles on ao3 after first becoming a Taylor Swift fan:

Oct 28th

My boy was so sleep deprived this would have fixed him.

Oct 29th

Can’t believe you hate on my ship just because it’s toxic, unhealthy and has disastrous consequences for everyone around them. Grow up. 🙄

Nov 11th

I have beef with TCW Anakin

Nov 14th

When people go “ew why would you be into this ship when it’s toxic and problematic” and I’m just

Sometimes you don’t need another reason than "it makes my brain go brrrrr” it’s fiction babes it doesn’t have to be good or healthy ❤️

Nov 15th

I thought “oh it would be fun to randomly send a kitten picture to this one mutual” and then I went insane 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ sorry about that besties

(this isnt a good post but since i'm making this as a 2023 recap I want to commemorate that time I sent kitties to all the beloved mutuals LOL)

Nov 18th

I love these “what do you most associate with [insert US state]” polls bc my non-American ass is always:

Baby I literally have no idea what you’re talking about ❤️

Nov 17th

hate when people are like “why would Padme be into cringefail Anakin it’s so unrealistic”

Like, um, CLEARLY she saw his pathetic weepy eyes and immediately decided she wanted to fuck that. What’s hard to understand.

Nov 20th

I think when you break up with someone their memory of you should be wiped men in black style thank you

Nov 22nd

Philosphy class be like

Nov 25th

Me when the known mass murderer starts murdering

#you’re telling me my genocidal babygirl is in fact genocidal???

Nov 26th

The thing about philosophy class is that most of these dudes you have to learn about just suck.

“Ohhhh humans only use each other and every relationship is only built on the potential advantages you can get from it” So your heart has never exploded thinking about how much you love your friends?? Sounds like a you problem.

Nov 28th

Snow being judgmental and having a constant sense of superiority…. brother you can’t even buy a new shirt HUMBLE YOURSELF

Nov 28th

Me starting the Ballad of songbirds and snakes and reading snow’s inner monologue: this guy sucks lmao I will NOT be rooting for him and Lucy Gray to be together 🙅‍♀️

Snow:

Me: oh goddamn it

Dec 1st

“I liked this thing before it was cool!“ Boohoo you’re not special. You just stumbled upon it before other people, congratulations.

"I still like this thing after it was cool, now that public opinion has shifted from being overly positive to considering it bad and cringe” now that takes strength. Courage. Who I aspire to be.

Dec 3rd

Snow: is always nice to Sejanus, helps him distribute food to the tributes, offers him a seat, gives him advice, CALLS HIM HIS FRIEND, save his life-

Also Snow: wtf this bitch thinks we’re friends????

#babyboy you are so stupid

Dec 4th

Me when I see my friend sadposting: I will smother you with kisses and love. Do you need me to kill someone btw

Also me, when I’m sad posting and friends send me encouragements: Friend??? 🥺 Friend cares about me??? 🥺🥺 friend wants to cheer me up? 🥺🥺🥺

Dec 7th

Tumblr rn feels like a landlord trying to make its tenant leave by not fixing shit and cutting utilities, but unfortunately for everyone involved, I am a rat

Dec 10th

No but seriously no one should try being tumblr famous, this website is for one thing only, and that’s having a silly time with your friends and mutuals 😤

Dec 12th

If your mutuals don’t say hi in the tags when they reblog one of your popular posts from someone else then what is it all for

Dec 12th

“Ew liking unhealthy ships is so toxic-”

“Actually toxic ship are INTERESTING unlike those boring healthy ships that have no flavour-”

Meanwhile me, who can appreciate and enjoy any ship dynamics:

Dec 18th

I’m like an old man shouting at clouds except I’m a 20 years old trying to make everyone listen to La Lumière by pomme asdagshdjfk

#I don’t think anyone is buying what I’m selling but I shall keep trying 😔

Dec 20th

Snow when being friendly to Sejanus results in becoming friends with Sejanus

#bro was really like: you’re telling me the person I’ve been treating well and interacting with regularly thinks I’m his friend??? #and that everyone else also think we’re friends???? #like yeah bby that is how friendship works ❤️

[usetheeauthor]

Everything Has Changed

Pairings: Christian!Switch!Topper Thornton x Switch!Pook!Reader, Hinted!JJ Mayback x Reader

ANGST/SMUT (18+ MDNI)

Summary: It’s been 2 years since you and Topper broke up. Coming from a strict religious household, Topper was convinced that you weren’t right for him. Fate brings you two together once again when a storm causes you to be locked in together.

Word Count: 4.6k+

Warnings: angst, arguing, blasphemy, using rosary as a bondage device, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v, nipple licking, scratching, spit kink, dom/sub, daddy kink, ‘babygirl’ pet name, cheating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, breath play, corruption kink, creampie, sharing a bed trope, exes to lovers, hinted!jj x reader

During childhood, you and Topper were close friends. You grew up together despite the differences in personality. He was the reserved type. You were the wild child. Somehow this dynamic worked between you enough that you would officially become a couple at the age of 16.

By that period in life, you began to discover yourself. You couldn’t care for material things. Coming from a affluent family, your parents raised you to be humble and to always help others anyway you could. Your family hadn’t started off wealthy so they understood the importance of helping the community. These humbled ideals allowed you to freely become the person you are now. You were what they call a ‘hippie’. You didn’t care for societal standards, monetary things, or practicing any kind of religion. You were just unapologetically you.

Your free-spirited nature didn’t go over well with the Thornton family. Topper’s parents were always critical of your. Maybe not directly but the signs were there. They’d shoot dirty looks and backhanded compliments at you constantly. You knew they’d always seen your family as less than and you’d bring it up with Topper but he’d simply shrug it off. The boy could be so oblivious.

And yet you and Topper were happy together. Even when you hadn’t been physically intimate with each other, there wasn’t dull moments between you two. You had your differences but you were able to have to have these conversations where you can expand and explore each other’s minds.

Then, Topper let his friends and family get into his head about you. They just couldn’t believe you were the right girl for him, convinced that you were still a pogue at heart. When Topper asked you to renounce your friends who happened to be pogues, you were hurt by this. He never used to care but you knew by then that their influence had gotten to him.

Things really took a turn you both graduated high school and Topper and you had plans to elope but expressed you having to become religious. The pressure become too unbearable for you. No way would you allow yourself to change just for the approval of people who didn’t like you to begin with. Even if it meant that you could marry the one you love.

Before you went away to college, Topper had broken up with you. It hurt but you knew you were from different worlds. You still loved him deeply and he loved you deeply as well but he knew that you would only get bored of this push and shove of being his ‘ideal’ wife.

When he immediately began dating Sarah Cameron, you grew a hatred for him while also feeling a bit inferior to her. She was the right girl for him. Exactly what his parents would’ve wanted for him in the beginning.

You’d gone to college a time after they got together. You were sure by the time you’d arrived back to town, they’d probably made the plans to marry. The plans you’ve once shared and talked about nearly every night when you were together.

Another year had gone by and you were back in town. You’d renounce the lavish and extravagant life of being a Kook choosing a more simple life.

Your old friends invited you to a bonfire tonight in the woods and you could use the distraction. Memories of you and Topper began to flood your mind. You hadn’t seen him in so long. You shouldn’t want to see him at all but your heart still yearned for him. Even if he was your lover, you missed his company as your best friend.

Currently, the 5 of you were walking through the woods, looking for a decent spot to settle.

“Ya’ll ever heard the story of the One-Armed Hook man? Legend has it that he comes out every night at 9:30 to claim his next victims in the woods. Keep an eye out while you can or he’ll just pluck it out with his hook.” JJ teases, jumping in front of you with his finger crooked in the shape of a hook.

You laughed, pushing him out of your way. “Please stop.”

“Yeah, please stop.” Pope says, rolling his eyes.

“You scared?” JJ nudges his shoulder.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Boo.” Kiara whispers from behind Pope, sending him launching in the air with a high-pitched squeal.

The group laughs.

“Oh, I think I’ve found the perfect spot.” John B points ahead of the group.

It was an abandoned campsite area. Although it looked extremely creepy, it was a pretty decent and convenient spot for a bonfire.

“This feels familiar. 5 young adults going on a camping trip. A legend about a serial killer on the loose. You guys sure you’d want to party there?” You nervously, chuckled.

“Awww, you need me to hold your hand?“ John B. pouts at you.

“And risk getting caught by the murderer? No thanks. I’m wayyy faster than you.” You challenged.

“Fuck that. I’m faster than all of you combined.” JJ tops.

“Oh yeah? Should we all run to the campsite and really prove this theory?” You said, arms crossed.

“If you’d like to see yourself lose, then yes.” JJ says stepping up to you.

You feel you breath hitch before quickly composing yourself. “Let’s do this. Everyone get into you positions.”

Everyone lines up beside each other, getting into their running stances. Kiara does the honors. “On your mark…get set…Go!”

Everyone dashed like they’re never before laughing wildly. Every now and then, you’d look over your shoulder when you noticed the group on your tail. When you’d finally reached the campsite first, you began to gloat at the group who were all panting in front of you.

You walked up to JJ who hands rested on his knees as he exhaled heavy breaths. “Told you I’d win.”

“Never challenge a track star for a playful run.” He jokes.

The leaves rustle in the shrubs behind you and the group gains their composure to stare, angrily at the intruders. You turned around and it feels as if everything were in slow motion.

After so long, Topper was right there in front of you. His face just as surprised as yours. Accompanying him was his group who also shoot angry looks back at you and your friends.

“What are you pogues doing here?” Rafe asks.

“We were here first.” JJ says.

Kelce steps up to him. “Say who?”

“We aren’t going anywhere.” Kiara says, crossing her arms.

“Guys, no need for the hostility, okay? Can’t we just share the campsite? It won’t be so bad.” You suggested.

“Not happening.” Rafe scowls.

“It’s fine, Rafe. It’s just for the night.” Topper speaks up, eyes on you.

The air is tense. No one says a word. Sarah steps into the middle and clears her throat. “So, are we gonna start up this fire? I’m dying for a smore.”You understood and appreciated that she was trying to relieve the tension in the air.

JJ sighs, making his way to the pit. “Guess I’ll start on the fire.”

“You won’t be in charge of the fire. I don’t trust you not to burn us all alive.” Kelce follows after him and soon the group disbands preparing the items for the bonfire.

You tried your hardest to ignore Topper’s presence. Though there were moments where you’d glance over your shoulder only to see that he was looking at you too, forcing each other to quickly look away.

After the fire had begun, you all sat around in a circle talking amongst your separate groups. Kiara pulls out a joint for you all to share amongst each other. You were all high and soon the conversation within your group became loud enough to annoy the Kooks.

“Hey! Keep it down, assholes.” Rafe calls out.

“Sorry. We interrupting your church fellowship service or something?” JJ comments and your friends laugh except you. Your gaze falls on Topper who looked like his patience was running thin.

“We’ll keep it down, okay?” You diffused the situation, turning back to your group. “We were being a bit loud, J. You gotta admit.”

“It was only teasing.” JJ laughs, leaning against you in a playful manner urging you to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess but we don’t need anymore fights going on.”

From a distance, you hadn’t noticed that Topper had been watching you and JJ closely. Topper’s hands would ball into a fist whenever JJ would brush himself up against you or whenever he’s make you giggle uncontrollably. You clearly had a thing for him. You probably would have sex with him. Topper immediately pushes that thought out of his head. Just entertaining the thought of you fucking someone else made him mad enough to feel sick.

He rises from his seat, knocking some beer cans to the ground. The sound was audible enough to have everyone look at him including you. He looks hard between you and JJ then mutters something to his group about finding a bathroom then walks in the direction of the camp cabins.

Something urged you to go after him. Kiara sees the look on your face then sighs, “You’d like to go after him, don’t you?”

You nod, bashfully.

“Go on,” She says clearly not wanting you to but understood that you needed this. “I’ll cover for you.”

“Thanks, Kie.” You whispered, squeezing her hand.

You after in his direction, searching for him. It didn’t take long to find him drinking a beer alone under the moonlight.

“Hey.” You called out.

He turns to look at you and says a quiet, “Hey.”

“Why’d you leave? If we were bothering you that much you could said something but my friends and I are just having fun.” You scoffed.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what’s wrong? Is it me? You still hate me that much.”

“I never said I hated you.”

“I can see it in your face. All night you were looking at me as if I were the last person you wanted to see.”

“That’s just you overthinking. You have no clue about me.”

“Then, please enlighten me, Top. Why do you look at me like I’m a stranger? We used to be best friends and now everything’s changed. You listened to everyone but me knowing that your friends never liked me.”

“Could you blame ‘em? You weren’t always easy to be around.”

“Because I called them out on their shit! For being privileged assholes. Ya know what, I don’t even know what possessed me to come over her and comfort you. I’m out of here.”

As if on cue, the sky began to roar the arrival of a storm. Small droplets of water begin to trickle down on your face. You both looked up at the sky, the rain gradually picking up until it poured down with a newfound ferocity and the winds swirled around you.

“Shit. Let’s head inside.” Topper says, grabbing you arm but you resist.

“What about our friends? We have to go back.” You shout over the loud showers.

“It’s too dangerous. We can hardly see anything. They’ll be fine. They can take shelter in a nearby cabin. Now let’s go!” He tugs your arm again and you reluctantly follow his lead, entering the cabin nearest to you.

You were cold and wet, shivering and squeezing your arms around you. Topper notices this taking a blanket of a cabin bed.

“Here.” He extends.

You’re hesitant but you take it anyway, putting it around your shoulders then sitting at the bottom bunk bed. His eyes linger on you for a moment. If it weren’t for the moonlight shining through the window, you wouldn’t have noticed the blush that creeped up on his cheeks.

When you looked down at yourself, you realized exactly what he saw. You weren’t wearing a bra and nipples were hard and prominent through your white tank top.

You blushed, too, quickly covering up.

He clears his throat. “I tried to make a phone call. No signal.”

You laughed to yourself. Topper looks at you, confused. You sighed, realizing you’d have to explain your laughter which means having to talk to him. “It’s just that earlier I made a horror movie joke and the ‘not signal’ thing just adds layers to it.”

He looks at you straight-faced.

“Well, you had to be there to get it.” You grumbled to yourself.

Staring through the window, he scans the campsite. “It looks like we’ll be in here awhile. If we only had some stones we could’ve sparked a flame and build a fire in that fireplace.”

You pull out a lighter from your jean’s pocket, holding it out. “No need for those, boy scout. I got it covered.”

He rolls his eyes at your nickname. Taking the lighter, he crouched down near the fireplace and ran the lighter over the log. It caught enough of the flame to catch fire and in an instant the blue dimmed room was now orange with the flame’s light. The sounds of the crackling was therapeutic.

Topper lets out an air of relief, outstretching his hands to the fire before standing up once again. “That’ll keep us warm for now. Hopefully our clothes will dry if we sit by the fire.”

You don’t budge, still seated on the edge of the bed. You rather not be near him right now.

“Thought you said you were cold.”

“I’m fine.” You say in a biting tone.

He throws his hands up. “Now you’re pissed at me.”

“How could I not be? You told me I wasn’t easy to be around. Well, fuck you, your friends, and your family. I’m fine not being anyone’s cup of tea. I’m fucking liberated. Know why? Because I don’t hide who I am regardless if people like me or not.”

“I’m plenty true to myself. That’s why our break up had to happen. We just live in two different worlds.”

“It never matter when we were friends. Why did it matter when we were together?”

“Because I wasn’t sure if you were stable enough to be in my life. You’re so much more fun, free, you live life however and it makes you happy. You’d get bored with me and probably leave me if we were together. I needed something serious. I only did us a favor breaking up.”

You blinked at his confession. So he broke up with you because he felt like you were noncommittal?

“How dare you or anyone assume that about me? How dare especially fucking you? You knew me more than anyone. I loved you. You fucking dickhead.”

“Oh, please,” He throws his hands up in the air, turning his back to you. “It’s not like you missed me or anything. You and JJ seem like you’re having fun.”

You smirk at the thought of him still being jealous seeing you with other guys. He still wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. He was just too stubborn to make the move. So you decided to take the lead.

“You’re right. I don’t miss you,” You slowly walk up behind him. “In fact, I don’t miss much about you at all…but if I can say a few things that I miss—and there are very few in numbers—I miss those stupid preppy clothes you wear.”

You pressed your breasts into his back, hooking a single finger under the hem of his shirt and slowly lifting it to expose his stomach. “I hated your clothes so much I used to dream about tearing them off your body.”

Your fingertips touch the bare skin on his stomach. His breathing is heavy and irregular. “I miss the way your lips parted and the sounds you’d make when I made you feel good. We couldn’t do much back then but the moments when you’d let me tongue kiss you. I used to savor it. I’d suck on your tongue as if it were your cock, trying to taste everything.”

“Y/N, please,” Topper whispers, eyes fluttering just to bask in your words.

“I miss your hands. I remember that one time you let me suck of your fingers into my mouth. Just curious teenager activity. You got so hard that day. You begged me to stop just as I was getting started. Ended up going home and playing with myself, imagining my fingers were yours inside me.”

He groans, biting his lip and eyes still squeezed shut. If you continued, he was sure he’d cum in his pants. He was rendered helpless, unable to speak up and stop your continual tease.

“I missed your skin on mine. You used to feel so soft against me,” You nuzzled your face into his clothed back which was only slightly wet with rain. You kissed his shoulder blade. “I want to feel that warmth again.”

Topper could feel his member wanting to jump out of its restraints, begging to be touched by you.

“But the one thing I missed the most…the one thing I’ve dreamt to feel inside m….,” You walk around him, now facing his front. You lower yourself on your knees, looking up at him. Your hands creeping upward under the pant leg of his khaki shorts. “I miss your big. hard. Cock.”

You grip his erection, a gasp slips from his lips. You’re mentally measuring the outline of it in your hand. “I want it so bad, Top. I’m so wet just seeing it through your stupid khaki shorts. I want to suck you off and make you cum in mouth. Please let me have just a taste. I swear we won’t have to do anything.”

“Fuck, Y/N. You don’t know how hard you just made me just now.”

“Oh, I feel it.” You squeeze around him.

“I want you. I fucking regret the times when I stop us from going all the way. Sex doesn’t feel like it should. I’ve always craved you. Even after 2 years, all I ever thought about was having you.”

“You have me now.” You undo his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and his cock jumps out erect and attentive, a bead precum on the tip.

Taking it in your hand, you can barely wrap your fingers around him. His length was beautifully veiny and thick, the pink tip swelled. You lay your tongue flat on the head before giving it a long lick.

He hisses, running his hands through his hair to keep himself from being too lightheaded. You take him your two hands forcing him down your throat over and over.

Topper moaned and whined, face contorted in absolute bliss. His hands would move your hair that would fall over your face from your feverish bobbing.

“Babygirl…” His thumbs caresses your cheek.

The sound of gagging bounced of the walls of the once silent room. You stare intensely in his eyes slurping the excessive saliva around his cock. He groans and you know he’ll cum soon. Clutching his testicles,you shake them in your hand and gagged at him hitting the back of your throat. Then, he stilled, erupting load after load into your awaiting mouth and down your tummy. You moaned at the taste of him satisfied that you finally had your first taste.

Removing your mouth from him, you jerk him in your hands. He’s sensitive but willing to take the pain hoping to make up for lost time with you.

“I’ve got to taste you, too.” He lifts you off the ground into his arms, carrying you to the bottom bunk and laying you on your back. He kneels on the ground in front of you, pulling off your jeans and panties in record speed.

“Give me the rosary around your neck.”

He wanted to protest. You saw it in his face. But instead of calling it off, he removes the necklace and hands it over. You grab his wrists, tying it around them.

You lay back once again, bending your legs up and spreading them enough for full access. You tug on his hair, forcing his face forward and his mouth immediately gets to work. “I love watching that pretty mouth taste me. Can’t wait to kiss your lips for the first time in so long.”

He moans into pussy, causing your back to arched of the bed. You grip both sides of his head, digging your nails into his neck and gliding your wet heat over his flickering tongue.

“You taste damn good, babygirl.” Topper whispers against you before slurping up yet another flood of your juices. His uses the tip of his nose to brush over your clit repeatedly, looking you in your the way you did when you tasted him. Now he was ready to watch the soul sucked from your body. Alternating between flicking and rolling your clit between your tongue, when he felt like you were finally close enough, he sucks hard on your clit and you convulse underneath him.

“Holy fucking shit!” You squeal, your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing. You ooze out your slick from your tight hole, a bit of liquid gushed after the quaking aftershocks.

You tug at his hair again, pulling him away from your quivering core just as he began greedily lapping away at your clit passed the point of oversensitivity.

He licks around his lips, blue eyes darker than ever. You stand up, guiding him so that he can lay on his back in the bed. You removed your tank top, your harden nipples standing even more erect at the sight of him licking his lips. You hover yourself over his lap, lifting his wrists above his head. Taking the thick length beneath you, you lined it up with your entrance and immediately slammed down afraid that if you hadn’t taken it any moment then your time would be interrupted.

You don’t need to adjust to his size. You were so slick around him, you immediately began to bounce hard on his cock. Topper chokes out on moans until he fully lets them out loud and clear.

You went wildly so drunk off his dick that all you do was roll your eyes in the back of your head and babble nonsense.

“Gah, you’re so fucking good, Top. Love fucking you.”

Topper shifts one leg off the bed, planting a foot on the ground. He uses the new leverage to thrust up into you, his thrusts much more forceful. Soon, he was doing more of the work while you just bounce from the force of his strokes.

You bring your hands to his bound wrists, entangling your fingers with his while grinding down on his cock. He could easily break the necklace, you knew he wouldn’t because he didn’t want to break the sacred item. Part of you hoped that he chose not to break it because he secretly wished to be corrupted by you. His tip nudges a sweet spot against you and you feel more wetness shoot out of you, soaking his lap.

“Kiss me. Need to feel your lips.” He begs.

You press your lips to his and he all but sobs into the kiss grateful for the action. You get back into the old habit of taking his tongue into your mouth sucking at it and bobbing on it like you would to his cock. He just holds out his tongue for you to do as you wish. You gather his taste into your mouth, sucking on his saliva as if it would quench your thirst. You were hungry for him so much so that your skin was on fire.

You break the salivating kiss, removing the rosary around his wrists. He takes advantage of the opportunity, using his large hands to grip your ass and force you down on his cock. You wrap your arms around him, kissing up and down his neck.

He flips you over so fast it give you whiplash. He was now on top still penetrating you, only this time his fast and shallow thrusts were now slow, deep, long strokes. He wanted to make sure you felt every part of him sliding into you.

He takes a nipple into his mouth then flicks his tongue over it, watching you shiver.

“You don’t miss me, huh?” He teases. “That’s not what your body’s telling me. Look how eager your pussy is swallowing me. Got you squirting all over the place.” He puts his hands on the back of your knees, pressing your legs against the bed to go deeper into you while his mouth finds the expose skin of your neck. The mix of his mouth sucking at your sensitive throat and the deep thrusts sent you in pleasure overload. Your toes curling and eyes fluttering.

“Rub that clit for me, babygirl.”

“Yes, daddy.” You mewled, circling frantically at it.

“God, that pussy’s so creamy. You’re about to make another mess baby. Go on and make a mess.” He encourages.

The tighten coil snaps within you and eruption so large it felt too make believe to be this good. You were like a broken record of moans, your body moving in waves at the sensation. Topper hits into you hard one time and stills, coating your pulsating walls in his essence.

Topper places a passionate kiss on your lips, tongues lick at one another’s. He finally peels his body of you. Your sweaty bodies pressed extremely close from the tiny twin bed. You curl up to his side and he wraps an arm around you.

“That’s what we’ve been missing out on. Now I really hate myself.” He chuckles.

“I’ve never had sex that good.”

“E-even with JJ?”

“Me and JJ have never…We’re like really good friends. He doesn’t like me that way.”

Topper shrugs. “You’re mine. I won’t make the mistake of letting you go. Not again. Fuck what anyone says.”

“What about Sarah?”

“She’s check out on the relationship. I don’t blame her. So have I. I couldn’t bring myself to care for her when all I wanted was you.”

“So what does this mean for us? Are we going to try again this time?”

“Yes, I want to.”

“Me too.” You smile up him before hugging close to his chest.

—————

The storm had cleared up in the morning and when you and Topper left the cabins, you noticed your friends making their way over to you guys.

You ran up to your friends, all of you were asking questions concerned for one another. The groups gotten broken up by random. Although it wasn’t a surprise for you when you found that John B and Sarah had found a cabin for their own to share.

Topper and you agreed that you would break the news to your friends separately so it wouldn’t cause a whole thing between the pogues and the kooks.

While the pogues busied yourselves with packing up your things into the van, JJ slowly approached you. A look of determination yet sadness on his face.

“Something the matter, JJ?” You inquired.

“I know you and Topper are starting your thing up again. I caught the energy between you two. I just gotta know…what can I do to make you want me more?

“W-what?” You eyes widened.

“I wanna know how to be the kind of man you want?”

“JJ, I….” You whispered.

He whispers in your ear. “If you want me to fuck you better than him, I can and I will.”

He looks you up and down before walking away as if he didn’t just cause a whole flood between your legs. Your love life just got extremely complicated.

[meraki-yao]

Really both Nick and Taylor are like this honestly, but, for me, Nick especially is so classical regal handsome when he does the model pose pouty/serious look for photos/red carpet poses etc, but then when he does his real genuine smile he transforms and becomes not only baby girl princess but he's so beautiful and bright it is like staring at the sun. He is magnetic, I honestly reflexively find my self smiling in response every time he goes into smiling giggly Nick mode.

I completely, completely, 100% agree!!!

Both of their most natural side is more on the goofy, cute side compared to their handsome, hot side on the red carpets, and hell, I absolutely love it, but Nick, Nick is something else entirely. Like, literally, I can't think of any other way to describe the way he giggles and grins with all his teeth other than babygirl princess. It's adorable and contagious, and I too can't help grinning in response whenever I see his toothy sunshine smile. I fucking love it

[skaterboyfriend]

☼ ☠ ✿ ☾ ൠ SAM!!

[ask prompt!]

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! samson our heart our life our babygirl... THOUGHTS BELOW THE CUT! have a lovely day <3

note: minors DNI - cw explicit themes

☼ - appearance headcanon: i draw him with soft wild hair fashioned in a longer mullet! he exclusively wears jeans and chuck taylors + mismatched socks. his ears are decked in piercings he's given himself [harvey may or may not have had to give samson multiple courses of antibiotics for infected ears]

☠ - angry/violent headcanon: hngg oughh h hh sam obviously is not one to become angry or violent in with the sole fact he's got so many eyes on him- he can't risk being seen as a bad person because he will take it to heart: he's tried his whole life to be the person people can rely on since he's never had that for himself [inspired by this analysis] - but of course, everyone has a limit to the abuse they can take/watch others take. i think he won't be afraid to scare off anyone that threatened those who he loves; perhaps one late evening, he was walking north to sebastian's place for a night jammin session and saw a couple of city punks harassing linus . sam'd showed up to sebastian's place later that night with a black eye bloody nose and a big smile <- totally won the fight. linus ofc had a stern talking to sam that violence is never the answer, but thanked him with some fresh blackberries he picked earlier that day.

✿ - sex headcanon: 9999999999 <- taking max damage upon thinking about how sam'd always so desperate for the farmer he'd literally fuck them/be fucked ANYWHERE! my fave thing ever is how he's the only one that manages to make it to the end of the wizard's maze at the spirit's eve festival [despite it being the same every year -_-] and what better way to indulge in the spooky vibe than some horror-movie-esque sex? naturally he'd act coy upon the farmer arriving and with the adrenaline rush, he'd mess around with them however he wanted! also quickly ummm post-gig quickie in the restrooms behind the venue he just played at; he's sweaty from the excitement of being up on stage and his voice is hoarse from singing all night but in this moment alone he can't help but moan their name . . .

☾ - sleep headcanon: he is a total heavy sleeper my god he will not wake up no matter the farmer's efforts. he is prone to seasonal allergies so using my pharmacy student skills LOL i figure he might have an inclination towards snoring. he sleeps either in just boxers in the summer or a band tank top and pajama pants for colder weather. he runs hot so he's a great person to cuddle with on winter nights!

ൠ - random headcanon: i already made a whole ass post about it BUT I CANNOT get enough of sam taking up guitar because kent once practiced guitar back when he was a wild child!

[meetmeinthefamilyvideo]

Call it even

Fuckboy!Bucky x f!reader (they’re both avengers) chapter 2

Summary: Bucky and reader used to be friends with benefits until she left for a 6 month-mission with the X-men. Bucky copes by meeting random women, but none of them were her. Until she came back.

Warning: bad writing, some angst, a little tiny allusion to smut so ANYONE UNDER 18 DNI you will be immediately blocked, Bucky being an asshole, reader being an asshole, two idiots madly in love but the other doesn’t realize it.

Word count: 918 words written on my phone so beware of typos. Other chapters will be longer btw this is an exposition fest

notes: this is my first fic in at least 5 years and my first time writing anything remotely close to smut, so it probably sucks but feel free to judge me pls, the characters will call the reader “babygirl”. Also flashbacks will be in bold italics.

Inspo: tis the damn season by Taylor Swift, common friends with benefits tropes, readers powers based on some of Sage from the x-men.

“Mr. Maximoff and Ms. y/l/n are in the elevator coming to this floor” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced to the common living area where all the avengers were located currently. Steve noticed how Bucky winced at the sound of her name, stood up and left before she could see him.

“Pietro, Babygirl!! you’re here” Wanda exclaims as she jumps to hug her brother and her best friend. Everyone comes to greet the two mutants who endured a 6 month-long mission with the X-men.

Natasha noticed y/n’s eyes wandering around trying to find Bucky but failing. Wanda didn’t need to read her mind to know what she was thinking of. Babygirl agreed to go on a mission with the x-men.

The reason? She was catching feelings for Bucky which is the one thing she agreed wouldn’t happened when they started being friends with benefits, so she decided to go to this mission to avoid those feelings. She didn’t even tell him she was going to leave, only Nat, Wanda and Tony knew.

After chatting with everyone Pietro left with Steve and Tony to debrief them on the mission and some other plans they had with the x-men. You talked to Wanda and Nat about the mission as you approached your room to unpack your stuff.

Having just finished folding some shirts, Natasha sat at your couch and said “you know, Barnes closed himself off when you left. He barely talks to any of us.”

“Oh really? A little birdie told me that he has been really enjoying himself” you answered sarcastically. Pietro had told you a month into the mission that, as he put it “Your friend with the robot arm has become involved with a friend of mine, they said he is sleeping in a new bed each night if you know what I mean” Which stung a little more than you would like to admit. The fact that someone that’s on the mission with you knows, means that it’s more than a few people and he’s probably over you.

“He’s not over you babygirl, if you ask me it’s more like he can’t get over you” Wanda tells you, reading your mind.

“Funny way of showing it, if you love someone the best course of action is to have sex with everyone else” you responded irritated.

“If I could Ms. y/l/n and I’m sorry to intrude, you did leave without telling him anything” Vision interfered, he had entered the room through the wall. Disregarding the fact that he invaded your space and scolding him, you let the three of them convince you to talk to him, you were great friends before and you shouldn’t let that get ruined.

You made your way to Bucky’s room. Like second nature you opened his lock and entered like you used to before, only this time Bucky didn’t answer like he used to. You came into his room tiptoeing so he didn’t hear you, his attention was solely on the book he was reading while lying on his bed. You straddled and took his book from his hands “hey handsome, how’s the reading going?” Bucky smirks, moving his hands to your hips and says “it was pretty good until some pretty girl came and interrupted me” you gasp “oh no, she must be so bad. What are you gonna do about it?” Your ass cheek gets a slap. “how about I teach her a lesson” Bucky says closing the space between your lips.

No, this time he looked at you in shock “how did you get here?” Here raised his eyebrows “I opened your lock, you know I have photographic memory Bucky, and even if I didn’t I only left six months I would’ve probably remembered it” he huffed as you said that.

“Oh right, so then why did you forget to tell me you were going?” You feel him getting tense. Your abilities let you recognize and feel how others are doing emotionally and also physically.

“So you care about me not being here? From what I heard you’ve been doing just fine without me.” You tell him defiantly.

“Well I guess we’re even aren’t we Doll? We both had our fun. If you don’t think what you did was bad then what’s wrong about me hanging around. It’s not Violetas’ fault you don’t care about your friend.” He said smugly, was he enjoying this? Were you enjoying this?

“Listen, if I wanted to know who you’re fucking I would’ve asked. Thank you very much.” you rolled your eyes at his gloating.

“What’s that Babygirl? Are you jealous?” He approached you, you see where this is going. To be honest you don’t mind it, but after Vision spoke with you you felt you had to apologize. Maybe just not right now.

“Jealous of what Sarge?” You’re playing with fire calling him that name. “You and I both know that no one has ever made you feel as good as I have” you step towards him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders.

Bucky grabs your ass and he smacks its right cheek, “oh yeah? How about you show me?” You can tell he’s still mad, and that he’s going to show you how much he missed you.

…………

You woke up in the middle of the night in his bed, realizing you probably fucked up running back into his arms without telling him anything about how you felt. You have a feeling this is not going to end well.

[lightbeyondeden]

Everyone Can See

Everyone Can See

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

the one where the team watches you and Spence fall in love

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David Rossi was a tired, tired man. All he wanted after a long week was to go home to sit in his favourite recliner and light a cigar, and the only thing preventing that currently was the fact that he had left his cell phone in his office. He let out a sigh as he made his way up the steps, and as he approached the office he saw something peculiar; the door was slightly ajar. David Rossi never left doors ajar, definitely not his own office door and certainly not when he was going home for a weekend. His hand tentatively reached towards his holstered weapon - a precaution that was ingrained in his behavioral patterns from years of dangerous work. 

When he flicked on the light and pushed open the door, he let out a small chuckle. The disturbance in his space wasn’t some radical criminal, but a softly breathing FBI agent snuggled up on his couch. 

Y/n had always been Rossi’s favourite, and it was no secret to anyone that she could do no wrong in his eyes. She was the baby of the BAU, and had been taken on as the old mans protege since she was fresh out of the academy. She still looked much like she  had back then, Rossi mused to himself. All doe eyed and white knuckled, a determination to save the world brewing inside her. 

He was roused from his thoughts when she stirred awake, sitting up and wiping under her eyes gently. 

“What time is it? Spencer promised he’d wake me up when he left!” She whined, voice breaking with sleep. 

“Bella, relax. It’s only 8:30. Why are you waiting for Spencer? And, more importantly, why are you in here?”

She laughed nervously, already anticipating Rossi’s coming reaction; “My car broke down again last week and I haven’t brought it in yet, so I’ve been riding in with Spence, and he wanted to finish his paperwork from this case before we left.” 

“Your car again?” His tone matched that of a scolding parent, “You do know you’re on a government salary now Y/n - why won;t you let me take you to go get a new one. You of all people know how dangerous it is for a young woman to be stranded by an unreliable car.” 

She laughed and rolled her eyes playfully. 

“You sound like my dad. Spencer is reliable, I’m fine, honestly.”

He shook his head once more as she got up and bounded into the bullpen, presumably to go collect Spencer. 

He watched them get into the elevator, seeing Y/n playfully run her hand through the boys hair. Right before the door closed he could see Spencer taking Y/n’s bags from her. This made him chuckle.

‘To be young and in love again.’ he thought, wistfully recalling how their banter had gone from friendly to flirty, how the shy smiles had turned into enthusiastic laughter. It reminded him of a simpler time in his life, a time where he could slip into love with the ease that one slips on a cardigan. The young pair was becoming a couple right before his eyes, and he was happy for them. 

~

Penelope’s heels clicked softly as she walked down the hallway, three ceramic coffee mugs balanced delicately in her hands. She entered the breakroom to Morgan and Rossi staring quizzically out into the bullpen.

“What are you two up to?” She laughed. 

“Spencer and Y/n are late.” Morgan stated simply. 

“Spencer is never late!”

“I know babygirl - that’s why we’re taking bets on what Y/n’s excuse will be - Rossi says she’ll blame the cat, but I think she’ll go for something more classic, like-” Morgan pitched up his voice, mocking Y/n’s exasperated tone:

“‘It’s not my fault Reid drives like a GRANDMA!’” 

The trio laughed amongst themselves, making small jokes back and forth until the famed couple burst through the doors. Spencer’s face was flushed with embarrassment as he slunk into his seat around the table, but Y/n couldn’t contain her giggles. 

“I’m not going to drive you anymore if you’re going to make me late.” He pouted.

“Yes you are. You’ll do it because I’m your favourite” She quipped back.

Penelope, Derek, and Rossi shared a knowing glance, and Emily - who had made her way in just before Y/n and Spencer - took a long sip of her coffee to hide her own knowing smile. 

~ 

The case was in southern California, which meant a five hour flight. There was only so much conjecture and review the team could do while on the plane, and most of their conversation topics had been eaten away by hour four. Y/n sat cross legged in the seat across from Derek, reading aloud used car listings for him to approve. 

“Okay, so this one says ‘well loved, nice condition’ and-”

“No.” Derek interrupted, “That means it's a piece of junk.” 

They both laughed and sat in silence for a moment while Y/n scrolled to find another ad. 

“You know,” Derek mused, cocking an eyebrow at her, “I live closer to you than Spencer does. I could always pick you up sometimes. I could also fix the brakes in your car - all it would take is like an hour and forty bucks.” 

“You know I hate asking you for help D! You already do so much for me.” 

Derek shook his head in disbelief. 

“No I mean it!” She laughed, placing her phone onto the table between them, “Plus I’ve been working really hard on filling Spencer's brain with as much useless stuff as possible. Currently I’m teaching him to identify any song from Taylor Swift’s discography with only the first five seconds of music - it’s very impressive stuff.” 

They both laughed, and Derek plugged his own headphones in. He watched as Y/n’s eyes slunk towards Spencer over and over again, jerking back and forth in a lame attempt to avoid being caught. 

~

“You’re in love with me.” He stated simply, as if reciting a basic fact. 

“That’s quite the assumption Spence. You don’t know me!” She said back, moving her chess piece across the board. 

“Actually it’s not an assumption - it’s a hypothesis I’ve had for quite some time, but after collecting all the appropriate data, conducting peer surveys-”

“Conducting what?”

“Not important. What I’m saying is that the only reasonable conclusion is that you, Y/n L/n, are in love with me.”

She rolled her eyes, pushing the chess game aside and moving to sit next to him on his bed instead of across from him. 

“Well that took you long enough.” She laughed, wrapping her arms around his torso. “You think I would let you drive me to work 20 minutes early everyday and come over after each case if I didn't?”

“You think I’d let you say 1989 is the best Taylor Swift album if I wasn’t in love with you? This goes both ways Y/n.” 

He looked down at her, and just for a moment let himself slip into those eyes. He felt sleep crawling towards him and sunk deeper into the bed, keeping Y/n close to him as he moved.

“1989 is the best Taylor Swift album, and I’ll prove it to you tomorrow. You just prefer Red because you enjoy emotionally torturing yourself.” She mumbled into his chest. 

Spencer just shook his head and let out a breathy laugh and let himself fall asleep.

A/n:

I hate this fic if you read this far I’m sorry it could be done so much better and I might take it down and redo it thats how much I hate it but I really appreciate you reading

@lv7867​

[allisonxmoynihan]

illicit affairs ~ a. turcotte

Requested: yes | no

Song: this series is loosely inspired on Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift (you can listen here!) 

Note: okay this is my first time writing in months and i’m kind of scared about it, but please let me know your thoughts, opinions, feedback, whatever! Special thanks to @hockeyhughes11​ for helping me with this and reading it as I wrote, you rock!

Word Count: 2663

“y/n,” his shaky voice whispers hoarsely on the other side of the phone.

“Hey superstar!” you cheer, an inevitable smile fluttering across your lips, as you turn the tv off so you could hear him better, pressing the phone firmly against your ear as if not to miss a thing he says.

You hear a faint scoff in the background, “wanna come over?” he slurs, sending the butterflies racing in your stomach like the low hum of his voice always did.

You slowly release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, “not celebrating the big win with the boys? 3 goals and 2 assists and the superstar doesn’t want to party?” You joke with him while scrambling around your apartment searching for your sneakers and hunting for your keys.

You sense him smiling on the other line, “I got other things to attend to tonight, you know that,”

You feel your face grow hot as your breath hitches, “c’mon y/n, i’m dying to see you…” 

~*~

Work was an absolute blur, the grouchy morning rush of commuters flooded the coffee shop and it was nonstop brewing coffee and preparing breakfast sandwiches before they ran out the door to catch a train. You were thankful for the mid morning slump; middle aged women occupying tables and catching up on neighborhood gossip and reminiscing about their sorority days.

You look up from wiping down the espresso machine to see two boys, about your age, standing on the other side of the counter, wide smiles on their faces as they laughed with each other while sneaking glances at the menu.

“Hi, welcome to Aroma Mocha Cafe! What can I get started for you today?” You exclaim, a forced smile overtaking your face.

The dark haired boy steps forward, “hey, can I please get uhhh…” his voice trails off as he looks up at the menu before he looks back down, “uhh, the seasonal iced coffee?”

You smile, “sure thing, our seasonal flavors are lavender vanilla or salted caramel, which one can I get for you?” 

You watch his face as he contemplates which one, “oh, you can’t go wrong with salted caramel!”

“Alright, your total today is going to be $2.57,” The boy quickly takes out a $5 bill and instructs you to keep the change before moving over to the pick-up counter.

As you’re preparing the two drinks for the boys you can’t help but overhear the small fragments of their conversation you can make out.

“Bro, c’mon, just ask for her number,”

“Trev, I said no.”

“You’ve been…. All… you… Alex”

“No”

“I will then”

You put the drinks down in front of them, “enjoy! Napkins and straws are straight ahead by the door,”

As you’re cleaning up your station, the dark haired boy comes back up to the counter and you feel his eyes on you before you look up and smile, “can I get you anything else? Our seasonal scones pair nicely with the coffee,”

“I’m Alex,” he says awkwardly, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

You nod slowly, “that’s nice…”

“We should get dinner one day,” he suggests, and when he’s met with your silence and a blank stare he adds, “you know, cuz you’re cool.”

“Oh, um, thanks, but I really can’t,”

Alex nods, looking at the pastry display case for a few minutes, “well can I at least get your number?”

You notice a group of moms, the weekly book club group, walk in the door and head up to the counter. “Alex, I’m really sorry, but it just can’t happen,”

Alex nods, looking back up at the menu, “so, uh, how long you work here?”

One of the book club moms offers you a sympathetic smile as she turns to talk with one of her friends, “Alex, I’m sorry, but we have a lot of customers right now, so if you’re not go-”

“What, am I not a customer?” he interrupts, and you breathe out heavily in annoyance.

“What can I get for you?”

“A date,” he offers with a shy, boyish smile, his dimples becoming apparent.

You sigh, scribbling your number down on a piece of paper, “fine, but only because I want you to leave me alone.”

~*~

Cold, faint rain ricocheted off of the windows of your bedroom as you crawl onto Alex’s lap, his lips nipping at your neck bound to leave marks that you’d have to figure out how to cover the next day. 

His hands slide underneath your sweater and rest gently on your hip, “no one’s home, right?” he whispers, his lips vibrating against your skin.

You rest your hands on his bare chest, feeling his heart pound against the skin, “we’re all alone baby,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his once again.

He effortlessly lifts you up and lays you down on your bed, suddenly towering over you, “you know i scored the game winning goal today” He smiles cockily.

You look into his dark brown eyes, feeling a blush creep over you, “oh and how should we celebrate, superstar?”

He chuckles softly before leaning down and kissing down your jaw, slowly removing your shirt from your body, “i got a few ideas in mind,”

Within seconds he’s on top of you, one hand kneading your breasts, the other slipping underneath your leggings and collecting your wetness. 

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asks, sliding your leggings and panties down your legs as your legs fall open for him and he begins to kiss down your abdomen.

You writhe underneath him and let out a gasp as his tongue licks up your folds. You run your hand through his luscious locks as he picks up his pace and begins to work at your clit. You buck your hips up as you moan out with pleasure.

“So good for me you pretty girl,” he grumbles against your dripping pussy, slipping three fingers into you, his calloused fingers pumping in and out of you. You felt a knot forming in your stomach and knew you were close.

“Alex, please, faster,” you moan, only alex lifts his head and kisses back up your torso before placing a sloppy kiss to your lips, sucking on his fingers. 

“I want you babygirl,” he mumbles as your hands fumble with the zipper on his jeans, helping him slide out of his boxers. Without any warning alex pushes into you, his thrusts harsh and fast. The room is filled with the sound of both your moans, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. And when you both reach out your highs he slows his pace to drag out your orgasm, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he hums, sliding off the bed and redressing before looking over at the clock.

You suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed, bringing your blanket up to cover yourself as Alex approaches the door, “I’ll be seeing you princess,”

You wave sheepishly at the closed bedroom door that he just escaped behind, sighing at how foolish you are, how you would consistently drop everything to be there for him. You think back to the hundreds of other nights spent like this, the two of you having your moment, and him bolting as soon as he decides it’s over leaving no trace behind. 

You sit in your dark room, convinced alex does love you deep down, that he’s different and not the kind of guy that shows up on your doorstep just for sex. But you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that sometimes, you felt as if you were a pawn in his game. 

You think back to your first “date” with him, how you were defiant and didn’t want to go, but how 10 minutes quickly turned into an hour and that hour was suddenly six. He made you feel special, like you were on top of the world, like you could be something more than just a barista in a busy city. You reminisce about the time you and alex once dreamt up a future together: a small cottage in minnesota, three kids running wild in the yard after a long day at the beach. You wipe away tears that happen to fall as you realize what you’ve been trying to fight for months: you were in love with him, and you could only hope that you actually meant something to him.

~*~

The crackling noise of the firewood and the light tunes of your favorite band filled your living room where you and your best friends sat binge watching the latest reality tv episode. You lean forward to grab an oreo off the plate on the coffee table, breaking it in half and eating the side without cream first.

“You know the guy I matched with on tinder the other night?” maddie asks, taking her phone out. You and christine hum in unison.

“So, i was curious and went to look at his instagram, and…” her voice trails off as she scrolls through her phone’s home screen, “here i’ll just show you.” 

You lean back on the sofa, running your hands through your hair, “how bad is it?”

“You really gotta get better taste, if i see one more picture of a guy holding a fish i’m going to lose it,” Christine laughs, grabbing an oreo for herself.

“Oh shit,” maddie whispers

“What?” you and christine ask impatiently

“Hey, uh, y/n, isn’t this the guy from the coffee shop? Mr. I want a date and I refuse to leave this shop until I get your number?” she laughs, and you instantly reach to take her phone from her hands desperate for any opportunity to see him, but when you see the picture your face falls and you can feel the color drain. “It was on my explore page…” maddie adds, reaching for her phone but you turn away continuing to look down at the screen.

There he was. Your superstar. Wide grin, dimples present, his hair still wet and curling loosely at the ends, his button down shirt wrinkled and exposing his upper chest. His arm wrapped tightly around a girl’s tiny waist, her pressing her lips firmly against his cheek, cupping his face in her perfect hands. 

You swallow the lump that formed in your throat, scoffing as you toss maddie her phone back, “so? He was just a normal customer, never even took me on that date he insisted on” you lie, turning your attention back to the tv.

Your mind is racing and the conversation between the other girls is drowned out by the flood of thoughts running through your mind. Alex was so much more than just the coffee shop boy, he meant everything to you, he was the only person that could make you feel whole and complete. You hated being a secret to him especially when he consumed every single one of your thoughts, you wished you could be the girl that meant something to him, the one to wear his jerseys at his games as you cheer him on, the one who goes out with his teammates after a big win, the one who gets to go home with him for the holidays to meet his family and fall in love with them for raising the man of your dreams. But you weren’t that girl. You weren’t her and you never would be her.

Later that night you go to alex’s instagram, and it’s as if you got fifty punches right to the gut all over again. Alex was happy with her. Hannah. That was her name. Alex was happy with hannah. You continue to scroll down his page and see that hannah first appeared on his page six months ago. The two of them pressed up against each other in the dim light of a bar, him leaning down and kissing her cheek. You laugh sadly at how stupid you were thinking that what you had with him was real and that you were anything more than someone to help fill a void. Your phone lights up with an incoming call, alex’s name appearing.

“Hey superstar!” you cheer, forcing a smile.

“Hey you,” he grins, “i was just thinking about you actually, can i come over?”

You say yes without hesitation, and that’s when you realize that you would continue ruining yourself for his sake as long as it meant he was going to stay in your life. You’d do anything to make him stay.

~*~

Work was a hassle, the coffee shop getting slammed with the drop of the holiday drinks, the city streets constantly bustling with tourists and holiday shoppers trying to find the best deals. You were excited to finally have a weekend off to just relax and have no worries. You approach your apartment door and smell the savory aroma of food cooking, and you're confused since you live alone.

You cautiously push open the door, peeking into the kitchen as a smile blossoms on your face. “Alex!” you cheer, running up to hug him as he peppers your face with kisses. 

You pull away from him, setting your bag on the kitchen table, “what are you doing here?”

He turns his attention back to the stove, “well, i know you’ve been stressed with work and school lately, so I thought i’d do something nice for you,”

Your heart swells and you begin to feel all warm and fuzzy, “i don’t deserve you,” 

He laughs, “go change and get comfy, dinner will be ready soon. It’s your favorite and I also brought your favorite movies.”

You smile to yourself as you walk into your bedroom, putting on your pajamas and walking back out to see alex has prepared two identical plates, “ready?” he asks, a boyish smile on his face.

The night is filled with the two of you snuggled into each other’s sides on the couch, laughing at all the same parts of the movies, crying at other parts, making jokes here and there, and planning a getaway trip to a small coastal town. After three movies, and the sun long gone, the soft beat of his heart begins to lull you to sleep.

“You sleepy princess?” he asks softly, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your bed.

You’re half asleep as he tucks you in and presses a kiss to your forehead, “sleep well baby”

You reach your arms out for him, “you’re not going to stay with me tonight?” your voice is sad, not wanting this picture perfect night to end.

You hear him laugh as he runs his finger up and down your hand, pressing a light kiss to the top of it, “not tonight princess, i’ll call you tomorrow though.”

“Promise?”

“I cross my heart and hope to die,”

“Good,” you mumble, turning over and getting comfortable.

There’s a long silence and you know he’s still in the room since the hallway light is peeking into your room. And you can’t help but fall asleep happy, thinking that life is finally going right and you have the best guy by your side.

“I love you…” 

You hear the floorboards shift under his weight and just like that he’s escaped into the abyss of the night, just like he always does. 

~*~

“So you coming over or what?” he repeats, a harsh undertone suddenly appearing.

You smile, impatiently pressing the elevator button over and over again because it never seems to come quick enough, “uh, yeah, yeah, I’m on my way. I was thinking, we could maybe watch that movie you were talking ab-”

His deep voice cuts you off, his usually kind and patient tone now stern, “we need to talk.”

You stare at your reflection in the elevator door as your face falls, trying to fight the inevitable tears that spring to your eyes, and you just know tonight isn’t going to be like the others.

[brokenhardies]

PLAYLIST + SHIVRA

also; notes (inspired by what the cr cast do on their playlists)

Past Lives - BØRNS

Due to their belief in the luxon, Shivra admires the idea of past lives intertwining with present and future lives. They have a strong belief in destiny

Last Words Of A Shooting Star - Mitski

They didn't know him for long, however, I imagine Bertrand’s death was surprising to them. They were ready to warm up to him and saw him as a replacement for their old boss. So when he died… They were kind of in shock

Heels - Sir Babygirl

There was always going to be a point where they ran. Either from the Laughter or from themselves. For someone who keeps ending up in criminal circles, they're a master at burning bridges

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

The bardic anthem. I'm imaging them singing this with the party around a campfire

I Want You - Savage Garden

80s synth pop was a surprisingly large influence on Shivra and their design. Australian band Savage Garden indirectly influenced a lot of that aspect of them

If You Ever Leave, I'm Coming With You - The Wombats

They may claim to only be doing this for coin, but secretly they're very lonely...

Run Away With Me - Carly Rae Jepsen

Friends were hard to find in the circles Shivra ran in, so the second they found someone who cared about them instead of what they could provide… They got attached

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

Expected to be so many different things to different people, reflecting off those who come close. How miserable must that be?

Party Tattoos - Dodie

Shivra's more an attacker than a healer, and I imagine they view each scar or bruise as a story. After all, what fun is there without a story to tell?

Fake It - Bastille

Half of these songs are becoming “Shivra’s new to friends and is kind of in shock about the whole thing” but this song is dedicated to their platonic soulmate Ashton - them both sharing scars and having conversations about their pasts probably made up a lot of their time before meeting the rest of the party

Smile - Lily Allen

Another obligatory middle finger to their old boss…

Wonderwall - Oasis

And a tune dedicated once more to the man that brought them together. Shivra really owed a lot to Bertrand, they just didn't show it to his face. They weren't as hurt by his death as Dorian or Imogen, especially considering they only knew him for 2 days, but there's a reason Shivra collected the Gambler's Blade

[rosesloveletters]

self-ship reference

this is a repost from my old blog and the self-ship tag I filled out quite a while ago, but I’d like to keep this as a reference on here for my main self-ships with J and Pat. I have added more onto the original post and tweaked some things - I truly enjoy sharing about them now❤❤ I will probably add to this from time to time to update things, just so I at least have some record of it somewhere; I wouldn’t want to forget them❤

I now also have ship names for J, Pat and I: 

J / Jack x Rosie = Jaie

 - first two letters of his name and last two letters of my name❤ (literally pronounced as ‘J’)

Patrick Verona x Rosie = Verose 

- first three letters of his last name combined with my entire legal name (Rosie is just a nickname of mine.)

last updated: november 29, 2020

please do not read if you are not interested in or comfortable with self-shipping.

word count: 3,568

Date you got together?

J: 10/22/19. I was aware of J when I was 8-9 years old but we never had a relationship or anything. He and I “found each other” again last October. I feel like he found me when he knew I was ready for a relationship with him. I had a whole lot going on when I was younger and I still do, but I think I’m in the best mentality I could be and I’ve grown up a lot in the past couple of years. I was not where I am now and I am strong enough to handle his persona. 

Pat: 3/30/20. Pat and I got together a few months after J and I, but it seems almost like the same amount of time. We really didn’t get to become too close because J overpowers him and monopolizes my time whenever he can. We only started to get closer a few months ago because J was distant enough to let Pat come closer. The two used to find it difficult to coexist, but they’ve been able to work it out. Now, Pat and J are almost as close as each of them are with me. They still bicker and call each other names, but it is done with love rather than malice. 

Favorite personality trait?

I love all of their personality traits, but for the sake of being succinct I’m only sharing one for each.

J: His ‘devil-may-care’ attitude. I heavily admire that J can do whatever he wants regardless of the rules - he’s untouchable and nothing can hurt him. I wish I could have a taste of that and perhaps that is one of the reasons I’m drawn to J; he gives me an outlet and a way to experience that kind of freedom that is unattainable within my real life.

Pat: His independence and how he isn’t affected by what others think of him (I know I said only one for each but I admire both of these qualities equally). I always admire independence because I am very independent as well. And as someone who used to be very concerned with how others saw me, I admire the lack of that quality in Pat because I strive to be that way every single day. I don’t want to be defined by what people think of me. Watching Pat be a good person in spite of his reputation inspires me so much - that is the exact sort of person I’d like to be.

Favorite physical trait?

I love all of their physical traits, but for the sake of being succinct I’m only sharing one for each.

J: His hands. I can always tell when J is touching me, rubbing my back or holding my hand. His hands are so distinctly him. They’re calloused and rough, but I love the way he softens from the inside out when his hands are on me and the gentlest touch is almost ironic coming from him.

Pat: His smile. Pat’s smile is brighter than the sun and more inviting than a hot bath or a warm cup of cocoa. I would do absolutely anything to see his warm smile, anything.

Couple song

main songs:

Faithfully - Journey

Lover - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Your Song - Elton John

Pet peeves…

J: If I have food he’ll just kind of grab off my plate, he never fully washes the shampoo out of his hair so he comes out greasier than when he got in, he’ll drink after me because he knows I hate that and won’t drink any more so he gets the rest, he won’t just get in the bed normally he’ll flop down and kind of mess around or bounce obnoxiously until he’s “comfortable”, gets crumbs in the bed, (J annoys me a lot, can you tell?) He also has this new habit of waking me up by digging his fingers into my hair and scratching the back of my head really obnoxiously and it is terrifying when I’m not prepared for it lol. 

Pat: Pat doesn’t annoy me half as much as J. The only thing is that he tends to be very clingy and I’m pretty independent and, when I get in a certain mood, I do not want physical affection and it can get under my skin a bit. Most of the time this is not an issue because I love affection; it’s only the rarest of occasions. If I’m in a rotten mood, sometimes I won’t want him near me because I know he’ll try to hug me and I’m not wanting it. 

Favorite outfit on them?

J: his normal, hexagonal patterned shirt, vest and suspenders make me feral, but seeing him in a regular t-shirt is quite a treat. He gave me one of his shirts and I’ve got it in my closet. I wore it on Valentine’s Day which is what got me through the day (J and Pat both know I hate that day). When J’s got me on his lap, I like to play with his suspenders while he’s wearing them; he is amused but doesn’t know why I like them so much.  

Pat: his gray, striped, long-sleeve top and dark jeans. I love and live for the simplicity of it. He has a silver chain around his neck and it peeks out beneath his shirt collar and I like to play with it when he’s holding me. J thinks I just get bored, but Pat thinks the reason I have to be playing with something is more of a nervous habit (Pat’s right). 

Favorite meal?

J: he likes meat and rarely cares what kind it is. He is partial to steak, but he’ll eat pretty much any meat you put in front of him.

Pat: tomato soup and grilled cheese. This is our go-to comfort meal and Pat and I make it for each other often.

Early bird or night owl?

J: It depends. J doesn’t ever sleep a whole lot, but he leans toward being more of a night owl because he’s more active and alert under cover of darkness. We see less of him at night because of this but he still will lay down with us and rest for a couple of hours at a time. He’ll take cat naps during the day if need be.

Pat: Pat used to be a night owl before he met me and when he used to go to bars and play pool. Now he’s an early bird like me; he likes to stay in because he can’t wait to get into bed and cuddle every night. He also does a lot during the day and he gets tired so he will go to bed early because he really needs the rest.

Snorer or sleep talker?

J: he usually doesn’t make much noise in his sleep because he rarely gets into a deep sleep. There are very rare occasions when his body needs a deep sleep and is threatening to give out unless he does so. During those times, he snores so freaking loud. Pat and I usually leave the room because it’s so loud we can’t get any sleep. Fortunately when he needs a heavy sleep he does so during the day when we aren’t around so he doesn’t feel like he has to stay awake to make sure we’re safe.

Pat: Pat doesn’t snore but he sometimes mumbles in his sleep a tiny bit, especially if he’s dreaming. He’ll mumble under his breath and press his whole body against mine (it’s my favorite thing ever). 

Do you have any pets together?

We don’t, mainly because J wouldn’t help me with any pets because he’s not around enough and none of us would want the same kind of pet. My pets are my own thing, even though they are both are nice to my pets and have no problem with them at all.

Pet names! (Both from them and yours for them)

J’s for me: (My) Rosebud/thorn, (My) wild red rose (J knows that I hate my name but he still insists on variations of it. He says that he admires roses because you have to accept being poked by a thorn or two to admire their beauty. It makes sense but I don’t know if he actually believes that or not), prickly pear (another thing with thorns - I’m seeing a theme here, J),  sweets, doll, little one (occasionally)

Mine for J: I mostly only call him J or Jack (we worked through me calling him by his real name and now he’s not as bothered by it.) Pat and I both call J either soldier or sergeant sometimes. On rare occasion, I call him Jack-Jack. 

Pat’s for me: Strawberry (because of a comfort item I own), Buttercup, baby, babygirl, sweetheart, girlie, hazel eyes (occasionally), wallaby. 

Mine for Pat: Pattycake, lover-boy, Koala, Kangaroo Boy (he used to hate being called this, but we made it into a joke and now he likes it though only if I am the one using it.) J also calls him ‘brat’ or ‘kid’. 

How often do you fight? What starts fights?

J: J and I bicker a lot but our fights are pretty rare. When we do fight, it’s usually my fault. I confront him with the fact that I don’t think he cares or that he’s here with me for some ulterior motive. Most of the time he will fight back because it’s just his nature to do so. We’ve spent time apart in the past because of this and I’m still learning that he does care, but the way he does so is much different from what Pat does. J gets pretty pissed off when I tell him I think he hates me. 

Pat: Pat and I have never had a fight (this used to be because we didn’t spend as much time together - J is very overbearing when he’s around and he pushes Patrick away from me; he doesn’t like sharing - but now it’s because we just get along really, really well.) If we ever did have a fight I don’t know what would cause it or why we’d result to petty arguments and disagreements. Pat can be rather gruff and dismissive when he needs to be, but he is only that way to strangers (and J, occasionally). He is very open and loving towards me - he isn’t a big talker to others but to me I can’t ever get him to shut up.

Who apologizes first?

J: I do, unless J has done something severe, then he’ll come into my room at night and slip in unnoticed just so that he can give me the closeness I want. I found myself having to apologize for pushing him away because I do that a lot and he doesn’t deserve it. He is caring in his own right and I am hard on him for no reason sometimes. He forgives me and eventually starts coming around again. J apologizes with subtle touches. He might put his hand on my thigh or brush the back of my hand with his thumb or put a hand on the small of my back. He knows how much I crave little touches like that and it’s his way of saying sorry.

Pat: As I’ve said, Pat and I haven’t ever fought but I like to think we’d apologize at the same time. Pat and I don’t really hold grudges so when we do fight or argue, we’d be fine ten minutes later. We also know how to talk through our disagreements so it never goes so far as arguing. Pat doesn’t let me push him away. When I try to do that he just cuddles harder and tries to make me smile (it works and I hate him for it, just kidding).

Big spoon or little spoon?

J: Big spoon, always. He lays on the far side of the bed near the windows. He doesn’t worry about being as close to the door since it’s locked but he likes being close to the windows since they’re right next to my bed. He’s always firmly pressed up against my back with his arm around my stomach. J has an aversion to having anyone at his back; he feels much too vulnerable in that position.

Pat: Big or little spoon, depending on his mood. Pat loves to love and be loved. If he’s feeling soft and gentle he might want to be the little spoon. Most often he’s the big spoon when J’s not around. Pat and I get tangled up in each other when we sleep. Sometimes he’s on top of me or vice versa. However we’re sleeping we’re always touching somehow. We don’t have the typical sleeping arrangement of big spoon/little spoon. We are a mess when we sleep in the same bed.

Dom or sub?

J: Dom. It isn’t in his blood to be anything but. He watches out for me and Pat, deeming that since we’re both significantly younger than him that we need care and protection. Our sex life is much the same - J is dominant. J is also the more…sexually driven of the two.

Pat: Pat is a switch. He’s a sub for J and a dom for me. He’s hotheaded and gets under J’s skin, but J will not relinquish control. It took Pat a while to accept that he would be J’s sub and we are still working on it heavily, even now that they are close. He isn’t completely comfortable doing everything (J is fine with that) and so they’re still taking it very slowly. It took Pat a long time to even let J get close to him in the bed while we’re sleeping. Pat sticks to me a lot more than he does with J. Their personalities clash somewhat and Pat still wants to get to know me better without J getting in the way. We’re working on teaching J the definition of sharing. Pat and I have only been intimate a few times and we cherish those times. 

What are their kisses like?

J: long, intense, fiercely passionate, burning, hot-blooded, daring, bruising, boundary-breaking (sometimes; J gets really carried away). He likes to cup my cheeks in his hands when he kisses me hard. I like to think he enjoys my soft skin, almost like he’s comparing the softness to his rough and mangled flesh. There’s no malice or jealousy to be had; J likes his scars because I like them and he is never apologetic for who he is. Fire courses through my veins when we’re kissing - J’s lips make me forget my own name.

Pat: voluptuous, sensual, shameless, delicate, universal, intimate, lingering, and sometimes tentative. Pat’s kisses are all-consuming and turn my brain to mush. His lips are soft and inviting and are where I always lose myself. He isn’t as experienced with physical affection or sensual intimacy like J and I, so he sometimes kisses with an innocence about him, but his kisses are fierce and forceful because of how much love there is to be had. It’s new and refreshing; He is never overbearing or comes on too strong (even though he kisses so hard sometimes). Fireworks go off in my heart every time our lips meet.

What do they smell like?

J: aside from gasoline, greasepaint, gunpowder and sweat, he smells like sandalwood, black coffee, flames, burnt embers, smoke and (sometimes) rainwater.

Pat: Cinnamon and cinnamon buns (one of his favorite snacks), spicy cologne, apples & his breath smells (and tastes) like peppermint.

What are their hugs like?

J: J’s hugs are strong, bear-like but affectionate, protective and resilient. Sometimes they’re stiff but still heartfelt in a way only J is capable of. J’s type of hugs keep me in the here and now. Whenever he hugs me I can be nowhere else but in the moment, grounded, holding onto him for dear love.

Pat: Pat’s hugs are tight, warm like the sun on a cool spring morning, they’re sometimes spontaneous and end in a gentle wrestling session and other times they’re adamant of love and of care. His hugs are just as protective and convey safety and comfort as much as J’s do. When Pat hugs me it is like the personification of a cloud: snuggly, soft, cushiony; love unfurls in my chest every time his arms come around me.

Who is more protective?

J. He takes the liberty of protecting Pat, William and I even though we’d obviously do the same for him. He doesn’t like to hear that though. We’re all younger than he is, as I said before, so he feels like it’s his obligation since we’re all in a committed relationship. He is the protector. However, now that William has come along, he is insistent that he can protect himself and he helps J defend and protect, whenever he can (this is what the two argue about the most.) 

Interested in children?

J: nope.

Pat: I think he might be if we were much older, but at the time, no. Him and J are both aware that I do not want children and are more than fine with it.

Who needs the most TLC when sick?

J: J throws things at us if we try to get too close when he’s sick. He’s a baby and needs care but doesn’t know how to ask for it. He will do everything he can to push us away so that we won’t stick around and help him through his sickness.

Pat: Pat is like me - he’s a big baby when he’s sick, though he feels extremely guilty asking for anything. He mainly wants someone to stay with him so that he isn’t lonely. He won’t ask for food or water or someone to lean on because he’s too weak to get around by himself, so I have to insist or bring him what he needs without him telling me to. I’m very much the same way. I have to have someone with me when I’m sick or else I get very lonely and upset (I am not afraid to admit that - last year I was so lonely when I was sick that it still bothers me. I’m so glad I had J to keep me company).

Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Me. J doesn’t ever say it with words, but actions speak louder than words anyway. I’d much rather someone do something to prove their love than just tell me. I had an experience where an old love told me constantly that they loved me. They just repeated over and over ‘I love you’ and I got so numb to the phrase by hearing it and saying it back that it stopped meaning anything to me. I love that J isn’t afraid to love me or admit it; I love that he finds ways to show me his love rather than tell me about it.

Pat and I say ‘I love you’ a lot but it always means something to me because of the tone of his voice when he says it. He likes to say it because it encompasses everything we feel for each other. It means more to me because he usually follows it with a kiss or a hand squeeze or something like that to emphasize its truth. 

Which of you is more accident prone?

Me and Pat, hands down. Though J and I have the same perplexing issue where we will get cut or something and not feel it so we won’t notice until hours later. For some reason we don’t notice it or we don’t care enough to acknowledge it. I end up with all kinds of cuts and bruises and I also drop stuff a lot. Pat always gets hit with things or he’ll drop the bottle of shampoo on his foot in the shower and slip while trying to pick it up or something like that. Now that William is in the picture, he gets hurt about as often as Pat and I do, though he rarely flinches or even acknowledges his injuries or pain. 

Bed hog?

We are all literally the biggest bed hogs it’s a wonder none of us have ever fallen out of bed. We start out squished together in our own separate spaces, but gradually overnight we take over each other’s spots and end up on top and underneath of each other, hands in each other’s hair, legs tangled and pressed in between others, pillows thrown around haphazardly and blankets wrapped practically in knots around our bodies. God only knows why or how we always wake up like this but it’s so comforting being this close to these men.

Who loves the other the most?

We all love each other equally, even though they don’t get along all the time and they fight over my attention occasionally. We have a very strong bond, unlike anything I’ve ever had before. I connect with them and they with me. We don’t fight over who loves who more. It is mutually understood that we all care about each other and love each other the same, we just show it in different ways.

[larry2210]

Alright soooo, we all know how Louis and Harry met so I won’t go THAT back in time but I’ll start at 2010 where they where already formed as a band. My timeline will be a little different than most you’ve seen. In all honesty, it’s a lazier version but still somewhat informative so bare with me or whatevs.

These are MY outlook and opinions on there relationship so don’t hate because I got time today, tomorrow matter of fact, everyday.

But anyways chile,

2010 and 2011 - So these 2 years is a year I truly believe was the “puppy love faze.” I say this because in my opinion they seemed to like each other (Especially Louis *cough cough*) but didn’t really talk about those fellings to one another just yet due to the fact that they MIGHT have been confused on those feelings they had for one another. I also believe that this was the year one of them made a move (verbally or physically.) By this I mean that either Harry or Louis confronted the other individual first (ex: Louis confronts Harry first about his feelings or vise versa.) and told them how they truly felt. I can’t really say what year I believe that was (could have been 2010 or 2011) but for sure, one of them confronted the other about how they felt first. In my opinion, it resulted well because the other individual returned those feelings to. I also believe that towards the end of 2011 they most likely started getting even more comfortable around one another in a sense that they shared “single beds” and also went on a trip with no other band mates but themselves and shared a tent. I could say clothes but all of the band mates shared clothes (in the early days) so that’s not really proof in my opinion. When they started wearing the same clothes when the band to a hiatus (Louis and Harry) that’s proof for sure but when they shared clothes and was still in the band I can’t really consider that proof. (Sorry not sorry) This was also the year Eleanor came into the picture.

** Random little rant/input about Eleanor and Louis “relationship.”

* Okay so there relationship confuses me it’s like... you can only fake a relationship for so long until you explode you know what I mean? So I’m questioning why Louis still drags her along with him if the relationship is “fake.” His contract is over and he publicly followed Harry so like there’s literally no reason for him to associate with one of his “beards” anymore. But what I honestly think is that Eleanor is lowkey his dog sitter like y’all think about it she’s ALWAYS with his dogs like what if she just babysits them that’s all?! Lol I know I sound mad crazy but like for real! Another thing to is I totally understand that you don’t have to get married to someone to prove your love to them but like... he shows more affection to Harry more than his actual “girlfriend” and he hasn’t at least proposed to her. I also heard that they have little tattoos on there hand that says the first letter of there name. (L and E) but idk she still associates herself with his sisters to so like idek she confuses me a bunch because it’s like I know Larry is real but where does El fit in ya know?

** Rant Over

2012 - By this time I believe they where dating and beyond comfortable in there relationship nobody can tell me otherwise lol. 2012 was the LOUDEST year ya feel? (Besides 2018) in 2012 there where MANY proofs pertaining to there relationship I won’t name them all because if your a Larry you should know by now every “Larry moment” from A - Z without needing it written down. 😆 Anyways love, what made me become a Larry was this year alone (2012.) Their would be videos of Louis touching Harry or vise versa. Or there would be videos of Louis getting jealous of something Harry did or said or Harry getting jealous by something Louis did or said. I believe this year was there prime year of their relationship in a sense that they where so open with it and not closeted because they weren’t ridiculed by the whole world just yet. Even though Eleanor was in the picture by then, and Harry was supposedly dating Taylor, Louis and Harry bond was beyond unbreakable around this time. In my eyes they where head over heels in love with one another. (Sounds corny but it’s true honestly.) I believe that Taylor and Harry had a thing. It most definitely wasn’t anything super serious but it still was a little “fling” I should put it. I say this because when they would ask Louis about how he felt about “Haylor” he would get this little attitude in a way that anyone in relationship would react. He said in one interview; (can’t remember what the interviewer was called) “I’m happy that there good friends.... if that.” He said the last part not so loud but babygirl thank the lord for subtitles. Why would Louis react like that if Harry was just his “friend” ? No one else in the group seemed bothered by Harry and Taylor little “fling” or any of Harry’s other little “flings” but Louis... why? Because Harry at the time, was Louis man babygirl periodddd.

* Rant about Louis and Harry Relationship/Relationships.)

I believe that they had a open relationship where they where allowed to date whomever as long as it wasn’t something long term or serious. I say this because most of the little “flings” or relationships Harry had never lasted past a year... + we all know for a fact that Harry didn’t date all those girls the media said he did. Anyways back to there open relationship. It would make the most sense why Harry could have a little “fling” as well as Louis and there relationship stayed somewhat neutral. I know it might sound crazy but it could be true. Doing that in any relationship is extremely toxic but I believe it’s something they did. I’m not considering El as part of Lou’s “relationship” because idek what Louis considers her tbsfr sis) anyways love, it would honestly explain why Harry got broken - hearted when Louis got Brianna pregnant. For example that one concert when he said “Here in One Direction we love love, we usually just spread it all around.” And Louis told Liam and Niall that he thinks Harry is f’ing with him. Why would Harry say that if he didn’t feel some type of way about Louis becoming a dad? Why would Louis respond in such way if what Harry said wasn’t directed to him? I’m going to get hate for this to but Freddie is Louis child sis. I don’t think that Louis would go as far to fake a child tbh. (I could be wrong) But on a side note, It’s so disrespectful when people say that Freddie isn’t his kid when Freddie little adorable self looks exactly like Louis. Some people in this fandom (sometimes) have a tendency to deny every relationship the boys are in and say “management formed it!” I literally never seen a relationship that Harry or Louis has been in where the fandom accepted it and admitted that it was real. (Besides the relationship between Louis and Harry) it’s always “FAKE” or “FLUKEY” or “ARRANGED” even when Harry said my “ex” in one of his interviews (referring to Camile) Some Larries & Harries where so quick to say; “HE WAS FORCED TO SAY THAT I PROMISE YOU HE NEVER DATED CAMILE AHHHHH.” Like love chill out. I’m not even trying to be rude but someone had to say it. 🤷🏾‍♀️

*RANT OVER.

2013 - I consider this the first downfall of there relationship in a sense. This was a time where I feel like there relationship was sort of rocky. Around this time management restricted the boys (Louis and Harry) to not really “touch” or socialize with each other like they did before. I believe management did this in hopes to kill the “Larry Stylinson “rumor”.... but we all know that if a rumor lasts for more than 10 years ... love that ain’t a rumor no more that’s a FACT. Anyway, by management doing this it got Louis and Harry so used to ignoring each other in a way and being very cautious to what they did or said. We all know that both of these gentlemen are both very private individuals so I believe that they themselves didn’t really like the fact that people knew about their relationship and was constantly talking about it + management making them hide there relationship didn’t make the situation any better. It seemed to me that this had a big toll on both of them equally. If you watch Larry proofs (2012-2013) there’s most definitely still proof there (2013) but it’s not as straight forward as it was 2012 it’s more hidden emotions or hidden gestures. (There where very few moments (in 2013) where there gestures between one another was out there) Another thing I have to say to is Zayn was so LOUD lol. What I mean by that is that he would ALWAYS BE SO OBVIOUS when he saw Louis or Harry flirting with each other or when they where mad at one another. He would always look back and forth between the two or nudge them if they did or said something naughty to one another (he would mostly do that with Louis)

2014 - 2014 was a year where they (Louis and Harry) officially became “pros” at ignoring one another. They where so used to doing what management told them to do that having to act a certain way around one another for sure had a big toll and them and the relationship as a whole. To many people it looked like they “hated” one another but to me that’s not the case. All the boys in the band (not just Louis and Harry) where used as muppets. The media and management controlled them. When you get famous, you have no control of you anymore in all honesty. People paint/make you the way THEY want and that’s what happened to Louis and Harry but instead it was with management. I believe 2014-2015 they argued a bunch. Not to the point where it became physical, but to the extent of some harsh words getting thrown here and there so with the fighting it cut ties between them even more. (Harry ain’t sing sweet creature for nothing)

2015 - Same thing as 2014. By this time Zayn has left the group which had a big toll on all of them but for sure had a bigger toll on Harry. Around this time to, Louis announced he’s going to be a dad. I know for a fact Harry was somewhat hurt at the fact that Louis got a girl pregnant (like I mentioned above) so he had a little “fling” with Kendall and MAYBE another girl or 2, to get his mind off Louis. To me though there relationship seemed like the type that they broke up then got back together... multiple times. Because around November of 2015, Louis and Harry went on a 14 hour plane ride and when Louis landed he for one looked mad happy and not tired and Harry plaid shirt was more ripped I believe. Later on the boys when on a talk show where the host asked if any of the boys “did it” on a airplane. Louis turned his board proudly saying “I HAVE.” Harry was hesitant but he said he has to. What a coincidence that, that interview was 2 weeks after the plane incident between Lou and H. I am fully aware that TV shows are always pre -recorded but for a fact that interview was AFTER the plane incident (Nov. 11 when the pictures leaked of H and L). So like I said before there relationship seemed like an on and off thing which can be draining most definitely.

2016 - By then, the boys agreed to take a “break” from the group. Harry was working on his album and his upcoming movie “Dunkirk” which both got released in 2017. I believe this year wasn’t really loud (I WILL NOT consider Harry supporting Lou when his mother passed away as proof because that’s beyond disrespectful he was being there for him through one of his toughest times and to use that as “proof” is very impertinent. ) There was some photos of Louis sleeping in Harry bed around but that’s all I could find for any “proofs. correct me if I am way wrong.

2017 - 2017 was the year Harry was with Camile (Around June I believe the started dating) many fans didn’t know due to the fact that they where very private about it so it’s almost like that relationship never existed lol. They dated for exactly a year or so but I believe they broke up because of Harry heart feeling for someone else... his little baby Louis. Some of the songs in his album (Harry’s) was based on relationships especially sweet creature. Every time I hear that song, I literally say to myself he should have just named it “Louis Tomlinson I miss you so I wrote a song for you kk bye.” Around this time I don’t think they where talking in “that way” (couple way) due to the fact that Harry was being busy touring while also being with Camile and overall just always doing something around the clock. (As well as Louis.) When asked if sweet creature was about Louis, Harry stuttered like crazy. It was a personal question but it for sure caught him by surprise because he knew it was and didn’t really know how to get around that question without stuttering like crazy first. Also he didn’t really make sense with what he said. In the beginning he mentioned how he didn’t really want to tell a listener what or who the song is about and for them to think whatever they’d like but in the end Harry said; “I would lean towards no... But it’s like I thought you didn’t want to tell people listening to the song what to think of it... hmmmm 🤔

2018 - This to me was the second loudest year (Besides 2012) Louis was a judge in X-factor and Harry was touring again. I believe this was the time where they rekindled there relationship again (L and H) because to me Harry seemed more happy and more open with himself. There where also photos of Louis watching his little boo thang (Harry) at his concert. Harry would sing and look up at someone while smiling. Also when the girl said “Looks like THEY made it.” Harry just smirked because the girl done changed the lyrics (sorry I don’t know her name don’t come at me lollll) I believe that was the same day Louis was there watching H. Also, how they where both together with Nick that one day:) (2018 was so loud fax no printer) anyways love, in my opinion Louis looked happy to and more vibrant because he knew that him and H where together again. There was video proof of L struggling to sit down while he was getting in the car with Simon also he had a pillow for his X-Factor chair 👀 I ain’t saying Harry did some but he had his man struggling to sit the next day so idkkkkkkkkkk. ☕️

2019 - The only proof that I can recall is Harry taking that photo of Lou for his birthday. Lou and H are very private but to me it seemed like their relationship was still going strong around this time and that they just where vibing.

2020 - Biggest proof pertaining to Larry 2020 would have to be that interview in January that Louis did where he is at home and is literally soooo distracted by whoever is infront of him (*cough cough Harry sis.) After that interview I don’t even wanna know what happened because chile Louis was READ-TEAAA. Anyways yes here’s my lazy version of the Larry timeline. Excuse my typos it’s 4 AM right now and I’m tied but if I got more to add I will!