#chicken parmesan denial

[niamflopped]

Happy Halloween, Larries! Louis just unleashed your worst nightmare. 👻🧟‍♂️🎃

[daisiesonafield-blog]

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[twopoppies]

I just remembered how Louis replied to that “how do you make chicken parmesan?” tweet and laughed for 10 minutes straight

What even was that? lmao

Oh my god, I know. So ridiculous. I was super annoyed when he did it.

For those who don't remember CHICKEN PARMESAN

[flopitardz]

any artist in the wardrobe or out of the closet would kill to have a fan base as committed as larries; who wouldn't feel like a god knowing that they would fight for you and with you. And if they're really playing with that, larrybanting, it's horrible. It reminds me of the audio from a few years ago saying he could finally talk to real fans… and that if he denied larry he would be left with no fans. I think the way to run out of fans would be to use them. The fans are going to get tired of supporting and supporting, and are sick of having to put up with stuns, beards, etc and to top it all off being called childish conspiracists, as if it's all just made up for no reason and nonsense. If it started as a game and got out of control, you have to own it. If it was real and you don't want it to be known don't keep giving out signs and codings and feeding all that and then humiliating the fans who read those signs/codings.

[larentsbabie]

For everyone getting their panties in a twist over the recent denial, I only have 4 simple things to say.

1. Every time he gets a chance, he says a huge load of bullshit. All he has to say is, “Despite what people think, Harry and I are not in a relationship and never have been.” It’s a simple straight denial. How hard is that? But no. It’s always him going on a tangent over a fucking “chicken Parmesan” which is not even related to the “ship” and him going on a tangent about “iPhone conspiracies” and “google”.

2. If a rumor doesn’t go away after 14 damn years, maybe it’s time antis and locals start thinking that it might not be a rumor.

3. If there is nothing to hide, they wouldn’t hide their “friendship” over stupid rumors cause they’re both 30 year old men who could ignore public. But still, despite numerous mentions of them both saying they’ve been in touch. We only ever see Louis interacting with Liam and Niall and Zayn ffs but not Harry. And we see Harry interacting with Niall. We see Liam interacting with Harry but we never ever see interactions between Harry and Louis. Why?

4. Lastly, if we are claiming an artist to be closeted, you can’t be so dumb to take an “off-the-topic-denial” to be a proof of them being straight.

But yeah, sure! Go on! Twist your damn panties until you tear them apart. You won’t notice one of us give a fuck cause you mistook us for someone naive and easily manipulated.

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

hi, I read around your blog a bit and there’s just this thing that’s been bugging me. from your perspective, louis has moved on/made peace with whatever he had with harry around 2019, so then why does he still have to deny larry every 4-6 months or so? can’t he ignore or blacklist the questions like h does? because from what i’ve seen, bringing up larry doesn’t just faze the current larries in any way but also bring in new ones. I just can’t wrap my head around it.

sorry for bothering you, there’s a handful of remarks by you that I agree with a lot so I wanted to hear your opinion, someone rational

Louis denied Larry once during Faith In The Future World Tour, during the G1pro interview. He also mocked the chicken Parmesan question on Twitter.

So that’s twice in 2 years.

From 2017 to 2021, Louis really didn’t talk about or was publicly seen with Freddie. FITF album had a dedication to Freddie, and we saw in the Sirius XM radio interview (31.1.2020) that he was asked whether he would miss Freddie while on tour, and Louis said, “He has to understand that I’m a musician and that’s what I do.”

Each time that Louis has done a Larry denial, he has mentioned that the conspiracy behind “Larry” is disrespectful to his family and loved ones.

Unlike Harry, Louis has a son. Parents will understand the need to protect their children from online trolls— in this case, hundreds of thousands of cruel people. Even if it is difficult to do, Louis feels that he has to try, but obviously he feels helpless and frustrated by his inability to make any progress.

“Louis doesn’t have a son. Freddie’s real parents. Freddie the child actor. Freddie the stunt baby. Babygate. Louis’ sisters use Freddie for publicity. Do Louis’ grandparents know he doesn’t have a son?” These are words casually thrown around social media every day. Imagine Louis trying to explain to his nine-year-old child why people believe this, and then having to explain “Larry” to him?

I think Louis has become increasingly frustrated with how “Larry” affects his personal life. When it was just him, Louis could tolerate whatever bullshit he was faced with on his own. Without a doubt, he could sense the tension and controversy in the air at the Los Angeles concerts when Freddie was in the audience. He knows how the internet reacts to Freddie spending holidays or vacation with the family.

“So don’t show Freddie.”

Honestly, is this a normal request? To ask Louis to curb normal family interactions because of a disrespectful, rabidly entitled fandom? Louis and Freddie are being punished because his fans can’t stop reading mlm fanfiction?

All throughout Louis’ first world tour, Larries brought blatant Larry paraphernalia to the concerts. They shoved Larry phone cases in his face, threw rainbow flags on stage to goad him into fulfilling their fantasies, made huge AIMH signs and flags. They sang No Control, If I Could Fly, What Makes You Beautiful, and Harry’s solo songs (Sweet Creature) during lulls at his concerts (intermission, or when he stopped because someone needed help) and outside his tour bus. The Larry logic for this confrontational behavior was, “He wants us to.”

Obviously, Louis didn’t want it and he doesn’t. He has told his point of view clearly and firmly.

I don’t think the right question should be, “Why does Louis have to keep denying Larry?”

The rational question to ask is, if Harry has empathy after seeing what Louis and his family have had to go through for the last 14 years, why wouldn’t Harry deny Larry so Larries could move on?

Because it takes courage.

[hopenabi]

Starving

Prompt : You cook dinner for Bucky resulting in a delighting dessert.

Ship : !Bucky Barnes! x ! Reader!

Warning : !oral sex! !unprotected sex!(wrap it before you tap it pls) !praise! Degradation! !creampie! !fingering! !orgasm denial!! Spit!

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Reader POV:

As Bucky is walking through the door you put the last touches on your plating. While Bucky was out on a mission with Steve and Sam, you decided you would cook for him.

It was difficult at first since you haven’t cooked in awhile because Bucky likes to show off his chef skills most of the time. But you were able to get through your mom’s chicken Parmesan Pasta recipe.

“I’m home” you hear as he locks the door on his way inside. As you’re about to respond he yells out for you again.

“Doll, where are you?”

“In the kitchen” you say while placing the plates on the small breakfast nook you and Bucky usually use for all your meals. Although you have a dinning room, you both preferred the intimacy of the small nook.

There was one time when you and him got into a bad argument and you refused to sit with him for any meal and instead opted to sit in the dinning room or in your bedroom by yourself. Although you quickly stopped when you realized how much it truly hurt him to not share a meal with you. So despite being angry at him you sat with him in the nook and ate dinner with him.

“Did you cook? It smells good in here” he says getting closer towards the kitchen where you are setting out the plates and getting wine glasses.

“I decided to surprise you”

“Im a lucky man, then” he says finally walking thought the door way into the kitchen. You look over at him and see he’s wearing his combat suit, his metal arm concealed by his jacket. The tight shirt fits him perfectly , his chest and Abs defined by the black material.

“I’m the ones that’s lucky” you say as you walk towards him eyeing him up and down, and giving him a quick peck as to say ‘welcome home’.

“Hmm. Is that so?”

You walk back to one of the cabinets and take out a wine bottle, you take it over to Bucky and ask him to open it. He takes it from you and over to the counter, shifting thru the drawers to find a corkscrew . You stand next to him as he opens the wine for you.

“Thank you baby” you say as you take it from him, giving him another kiss on the corner of his lips and leaving him to place the bottle on the table with the food.

“Do you wanna change before we eat ?”

“Yeah. I’ll be right back” he says leaving to go to your shared bedroom to change. When he comes back down he’s in some grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his dog tags hang out and clink as he walks towards you. Finally coming up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist and leading you to the table to sit down.

“This looks so good baby” he says complimenting your cooking. He grabs the wine and pours you both some. You both begin eating and you moan into your fork. Satisfied with the food you cooked. He looks at you as he smiles at your reaction to your own food.

“That good?”

You nod. And he laughs at you.

“You’re not even that loud with me” he says making you choke on your food causing him to laugh at your reaction and smirk while chewing his food.

“Bucky!”

“What” he says innocently, you give him a ‘what do you mean, what?’ Look and he shrugs innocently.

“Did I say something wrong doll?”

“Bucky you know what you said, and I almost chocked on my food because of you” you say trying to act annoyed. When in reality, his choice of words made your mind go into a frenzy and your thighs clench. He goes back to eating as if he didn’t hear you.

“Want me to wash the dishes?”

“No we can just use the dishwasher tonight and get them out in the morning”

“Okay” he says starting to load up the dish washer. You jump on the counter next to the dish washer to keep him company. When he’s done loading the dishwasher, he places himself in front of you, grabbing your legs and pushing them apart while moving his hands up your thighs, then standing between them.

You shudder as his hands finally stop close to the hem of your shorts. The oversized shirt you borrowed from his closet scrunching up on top of his hands.

You place your hands in his hair, running through the soft locks. Pulling a little when he runs his hands further up you thighs under your shorts. He groans out at the tug of his hair.

“You look good in my clothes.” He says, grazing his fingers up your body, causing your nipples to harden underneath due to the lack of bra. When he reaches you face he puts a finger between your lips, pushing it in and raise his brows as a signal for you to suck.

“Mhm” you moan out dramatically around his fingers causing his hand to tighten around your thighs, you moan out at his grip, closing you legs around his back to pull him closer to you. When he hits you from the force of your pull, his bulge is pressing into you causing you to let a whimper out.

“Did ya miss me?” He asks and you nod, whining as you continue to grind against him and suck on his fingers.

“Hmmm. I can tell. bet you’re so wet.” He says smirking at your neediness, grinding against you to tease you more. You let out a shaky breath stopping your sucking.

“Please”

“Please what? Doll” he says stoping his movements.

“Please play with me….. fuck me”

“Oh I certainly plan on doing both, but for now how about you let me enjoy some dessert” he says smirking.

His hands roam all over you, his fingers finding every sensitive spot in your body. He move your shorts to the side and traces the lace on your panties making you shiver.

“You like that princess?”

“Mhm. No more teasing please” you quietly say.

“Okay princess. Let me show you just how much I want you” he says as he picks you up and places you on your back on the dinner table.

He picks up your right leg and leans in closer to you to pull off your shorts and panties, throwing them somewhere in the room. His hand trails from your calf to your upper thigh, fingers spreading over it and gripping you hard.

“God your so perfect”

You whimper out at his words and shamelessly bring your other leg up onto the table to open you up to him. He looks down at your soaked cunt and groans.

“ so wet for me baby” he says as he plays with your pussy lips and clit making you whine out his name.

He looks down again and spit on you causing you to hold your breathe as you watch him smear his saliva all over your cunt.

“Oh shit” you whimper out. Grinding into his fingers as he begins to play with your clit.

Slowly he gets down on his knees and slides his hands behind your thighs to spread your legs. Wanting to be able to see your face.

The first lick of his tongue has your head rolling back. His slow and sensual moves only spur you on towards your orgasm. Already so riled up from not seeing him in awhile and then the teasing…. It’s almost to to much to handle. Almost.

He groans out around you causing your lower stomach to spasm. “fuck- oh god bucky- Just like that -“. You praise him as he continues on, his hands starting to toy with your clit as his tongue dips in and out of you.

“Oh shit your gonna make me cum” you scream out. He chuckles against you, removing his mouth from you and using his fingers instead.

“Ahh. Shit.. shit… shit”

Your helpless as he easily makes your body react to his every touch. Pounding his fingers in and out of you as he reaches parts that his tongue couldn’t, preparing you for his cock.

“Ohhh”

“Come on princess. Cum on my fingers for me”

Your moans start becoming more high pitched as you near your orgasm. His name becoming a mantra in your head. Eyes rolling and body spasming as you finally reach your orgasm.

“Just like that princess. So good for me”

Huh. You moan out as you begin calming down and becoming sensitive to bucky’s fingers that’s ride you through your orgasms.

Sensing the memo, Bucky pulls his fingers out of you with one last thrust making your whimper. You get on your elbows to watch him put his fingers into his mouth to Taste you.

He kisses you and grinds into you as you undo his sweatpants to let him out. Finally you pull both his sweatpants and boxers down, leaving him naked. You palm him up and down until he pulls away from your mouth and looks down at you smiling.

You put your legs on each side of his hips with your knees bent in order to see him enter you. He jerks himself a little, smearing the bead of pre-cum down around his tip before finally tapping it on your clit causing you to hiss out a breathe.

Finally he spits down on your pussy again and slides through your folds to gets himself wet.

“Fuck your so wet”

On his third slide he enters you causing you to look up at him and your breathe catches in your throat.

He looks at your face. Eyes as wide as your mouth as you release a breathe and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he bottoms out.

“Fuck your so fuckin tight”

You whimper out at his words and grind up into him.

“Please” you start to ask as he pulls out and quickly thrust back in causing your elbow to give out and your back to hit the table. “Oh”.

Hmph. He groan as he bottoms out again and again. Causing his muscles to bulge under his arms. He looks up at you only to see you staring at the ceiling already fucked out.

“So good princess. Taking me so well In your pretty pussy”

He takes his hands and roams them up your body to his t-shirt your wearing to take it off. “Take this off for me princess. Wanna see your tits bounce as I fuck into you”

You quickly nod and take off the t-shirt that was covering your chest. Instantly revealing your tits which sit heavily on your now exposed chest bouncing up and down from his harsh thrust.

Bucky leans down to suck on one of your nipples causing you to moan and pull at his hair making him fuck into you faster.

“Oh fuck Bucky… your gonna make me cum again” your orgasm quickly approaching from the sensitivity of the first.

“Yea? Wanna come on my cock?” He smiles up at you

“Yes… yes please.” You answer. Already fucked out even though it’s only round 1 of the night.

You can feel the mixture of his pre-cum and your juices coming down your ass cheeks and onto the table. Especially when he grabs both your legs and puts them on his shoulder getting a deeper angle than before.

“Oh fuck.. fuck.. fuck… fuck… fuck”

“ oh god bucky” you scream out in a higher pitch as your orgasm approaches faster than ever.

The sounds of his balls smaking into your wet ass cheeks sound off the walls as you scream out your release all over him as your legs shake.

“Come on baby. Give me another” he says continuing to fuck up into you as a white ring shines around his cock, sliding easily inside you.

“Too much” you whimper out despite making no attempt at pushing him away.

“I know princess. But you can do it.” He says as he fucks into you slowly, catching sight of the white ring of cum which makes him groan and roll his head back.

Eveytime his balls hit your ass a string of slick leaves with him creating obscene noises which he is obsessed with.

“Fuck princess. Your soaking me”

Your eyes roll back as he hits a certain spongey spot instide you which makes your legs shake.

“You like that princess” he ask and you try to respond but it gets caught by a brutal scream of his name as he hits it time after time again.

“Yes..Yes…Yes…Yes”

“Come on baby. Cum on my cock. Last one- you can do it” he coos at you as your back arches off the table and your legs shake.

“Oh fuck… Bucky” you scream out and you finally cum all over him.

“Hmm. Just like that baby” he says fucking you through your orgasm and chasing his. He groans at the sight of your pussy clenching on him and squirting out small bits of cum all around his cock.

“Fuck princess. Your gonna make me cum”

“Come in me” you whimper out as he never loses his pace. “Please… please… please”

“Want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck a baby into you ?” He teases as he fucks you harder making you whine out of sensitivity.

“Yes… yes…yes… please.” You whimper out as you feel another orgasm approaching again.

“Ugh haaaa” you scream out as you cum again. Bucky groans over and over as he grabs your legs and fucks his cum deep into you.

Finally he pulls out a watches as his cum drips out of your sopping pussy. His fingers push it back in, making your whine out of sensitivity.

“No more” you finally say and he thrust one final time. He helps you get up and leads you to the bathroom to clean up. He runs you a bath and sits in it with you to wash your hair and body for you.

“You did so good for me, thank you princess” he says kissing the side of your head as you hum out of appreciation for his words.

When your both done cleaning up you Lay in bed as he cuddles you and you drift off to sleep in eachothers arms.

[policemanofprincesspark]

I mean, Louis has addressed the conspiratorial nature of larries about three times now, one being that interview and the latest being the whole parmesan chicken ordeal. People interpret those as failed denials, but really, I interpret is as telling people maybe they’re digging too deep. The reasons as to why exactly, I don’t know. I’m not saying I’m 100% right because I’m not Louis.

Yeah, really only Louis knows what those denials mean. His denying it definitely does not negate Larry, but it's still a denial all the same. I have a few hypotheses about his denials, because I don't think anyone is ghostwriting them for him (as that just seems pointless when they could just tell him to write them, because all of those tweets sound like him to me):

• He is being told and pressured to write them, with potential consequences if he doesn't

• He gets fed up with people making everything about Larry

• He is afraid of being outed for personal reasons

I'm willing to bet it's a mix of these options, with the first seeming more likely to me because, from what I've seen, Louis is proud of his sexuality, and he doesn't seem offended by rumors (he didn't even care about the Freddie being a doll rumor; he said it was so far-fetched that he just didn't feel bothered by it). Because of how angry he tends to seem (via word choice) in his written denials, I think these denials are motivated by fear.

[alarrytale]

“You should ask yourself why he's being brave behind a computer screen but can't do a larry denial on camera convincingly, or say something to fans when he meets them face to face.”

Exactly! I mean it’s not only Louis but it’s a common sense to anyone that people are way too brave behind the screen when writing things they would never say to anyone in person. Louis is no exception. I don’t know who or what hurt him yesterday that he did that and guess we will never know but I’m so sure he would never use this tone and words to his larries in person and in fact I know he got used to have some sort of a poker face when f.e. giving autograph to phone cases with Harry’s/larry theme like he will never aknowledge it and definitely not in a bad way.

Funny thing is that tweet wasn’t even meant to hint larry but HE made it larry himself. So I guess larry is real if he makes larry from something what isn’t even meant to be about larry.

And guess what today - after he behaved like shit, he posted new video from 2nd tour leg and it’s all about rainbows and fan projects and rainbows. Is that a thing like he acts like a dickhead and then he posts something sweet and basically shows us queer people and lgbt community has it’s place at his shows because he’s gay himself.

I had a good laugh when read the funny responses and saw memes like thank god for our community which makes things lighter and just point out the ridiculousness but… I’m still hurt. It hurts so much for me personally because I saw him 2 weeks ago and felt really happy and enjoyed the show and since his show I’m listening to his music on repeat. Yesterday I printed few fanfics thinking I’ll make myself cozy evening, was travelling home after work feeling happy listening to his music again and when I got home, I opened tumblr and was so shocked from the massive shitstorm Louis caused. And not only he caused it but for absolutely NO reason. I don’t want to unstan him because he and Harry mean so much for me but also I’m too old to support someone who behave like a shit. And damn, I just don’t even want to believe he’s a shitty person like it’s so fucking unnatural for me how he responded vs how he was glowing last few weeks.

Hi, anon!

Yes, it is a thing he does, acts like a dickhead and then does something sweet. It's a carrot and a stick. And yes it was him making the connection to larry over the chicken parmesan. The meal was made for E (his own words) and the meal was chicken wrapped in parma ham. He must be very easily triggered to get it so wrong (or the Sony intern isn't deep enough into the lore...)

You're allowed to feel hurt. We shouldn't have to deal with this. Let the dust settle a bit and see how you feel 💛

[emerald-evans]

You like working for the Barbers—their house is huge, kind of a pain to clean, but the work is steady, and for the most part, you haven’t had any issues. On the days Jacob comes home early, he’s more than happy to let you in to do a quick once over, and by the time Laurie and Andy have arrived, you’ve usually got dinner started, if not completely finished. You’re not blind—of course Andy is handsome, but you know better than to try anything, especially with your job on the line. It doesn’t stop your cheeks from heating when he brings home an extra Valentine’s bouquet for you, or stop you from noticing when he puts an extra twenty or two in your week’s pay…

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ma chère lis 🕊

pairing - dark!andy barber x reader

summary - lilies often symbolize purity and the rebirth of the soul…however, they are also commonly associated with death 

w/c - 1.5k

warnings - 18+, implied death, dubcon, noncon (just to be safe), implied sex pollen, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s), forced captivity/basement wife vibes

a/n - hello all, this is my embarrassingly late piece written for the lovely @boxofbonesfic 7k Monkey’s Paw challenge celebration! everyone go check out her binge-worthy masterlist and send her love. I stupidly got the dates mixed up but I still hope you enjoy <3 (let’s please remember this is my first dark fic LOL) and a huge thank you to @dbnightingale24 who held my hand through this process

Please comment/reblog if you enjoyed <3

December 

Stirring the pot once more just to be sure, you inhale the smell of garlic and parmesan coming from below you. Your salmon was simply the Barbers favourite- a touch of nutmeg and fresh dill was your secret. After months of working as the weekly house cleaner, the Barber house had become your second home. You initially started working twice a week as you were juggling your second job on the weekend, just so Laurie can be given a slight break throughout the week. The strain of a full-time job raising an 11-year old and pretending to be in a loving marriage was getting to her. You have been there long enough to see how they would hide the denial of their failing marriage through soft touches and the emotionless state of their eyes on each other. As the holidays rolled around you found yourself at their house almost 4-days a week for a few hours each night. Eventually, you had enough hours to quit your second job and focus on school.

February

A new semester brought a new qualm of peace in the house. The holidays were over, and so were your exams. Jacob had let you in today, it seemed Andy and Laurie were still at work. After a quick once over all the rooms, you decided to start prepping for dinner; Settling on a hearty chicken and vegetable soup, you began to cut the ingredients as you heard Jacob enjoying his playstation. 

Your friends found it a bit odd, your dynamic with the Barbers. They weren’t wrong, just unnerved by how quickly you seemed to settle into their lifestyle. They did not seem to mind your presence and encouraged your stay for dinners. What can you say, you enjoyed it. Pretending to play the part of a loved one.

Who else did you have? 

Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you tossed everything into the pot.

By 6pm, both Andy and Laurie made their way to the dining table Jacob was helping set. He always listened to you, seeing you as a friend more than… well… whatever your role in the Barber family seemed to be. You noticed Andy’s eyes on you tonight. Typically he seemed to trace your every move when you two were alone, or when Laurie was too preoccupied to notice her husband’s persistent stare on your body. You pretend not to notice it, but in the back of your mind you knew it was because you never wanted him to stop. He was partially to blame, you reasoned. 

The vase of lilies sitting on your kitchen counter itched the back of your mind.You remember the day when Andy came home with two bouquets of flowers. Valentine’s Day. One bouquet of roses, and your bouquet of lilies. 

Beep! Beep! Beep! 

The sound of the timer you set earlier pulled you out of your thoughts, reminding you to take out the bite-size sandwiches you prepared along with the soup. Glancing at the table, Laurie was flipping through her magazine. Bringing the final plate to the table, you sat beside Jacob, across from Andy. The four of you ate in quiet as you avoided Andy’s gaze that seemed to flicker between you and Jacob, before inevitably settling on you. 

April

With a quick knock to the wood you waited for Jacob to open the door. It was half past 4pm and you were officially an hour late for your duty at the Barbers’. Your car decided to toy with your fate on the one day both your bosses come home later in the evening. Waiting for an answer, you knock again. After no response you start digging through your bag to find the spare key they had given you. After making quick work of the lock and head inside. 

“Jacob!” you call out. “Are you home?”. Walking into the kitchen you put your bag on the counter. You take out your phone to call him before-

“You’re late.” 

Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn to see Andy lounging on the couch, nursing his usual tumblr of whiskey.

What is he doing here in the middle of the day?

“Mr. Barber, I-” Andy slowly stands and lowers his drink to the coffee table before turning to take his first look at you. 

“Come take a seat. We have some things to discuss.” his response seemingly unbothered by your lack of punctuality. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Plus, I know it won’t happen again .” 

“Mr. Barber, I am so sorry about being late, this is the first time it happened, I promise it won’t happen again.” You rush out before you can stop yourself. He looks at you for a moment. “Would you like a drink?” He questions you.

“Oh.. I really shouldn’t. I need to get started on the cleaning, I know Laurie likes everything tidied early before the weekend.” 

“Don’t you worry about Laurie now, and you can take it downstairs with you.” He walks over to the beverage cart parked at the side of the family room. You stand there silently gawking at his back as you watch his muscles move beneath his shirt. Missing the smirk in the reflection of the window in front of him. Gotcha.  

Andy keeps his eyes on you as he walks over to where you’re frozen in your spot. Handing you the drink, his fingers just barely brush against yours. Looking up at him to offer a thanks, you find yourself lost in his blue eyes. Unable to break eye-contact, you take a couple sips to ease his mind. Wincing at the burn, you clear your throat before making your way to the basement entrance. 

Turning over your shoulder to take a final look at him, your head swarm from the movement. Suddenly appearing beside you, he grabs the drink from your sweaty hand and wraps his arms around you to keep you upright. “Careful there honey, can’t have you making a mess already.” 

You feel the skull-splitting ache making its way across your temples, making it hard to adjust to the light. Slowly your eyes started to flutter.

“What…?” You groan out. At first you try to open your eyes slowly, lifting your hand to shield the light away, only to feel your movement restrained by the cool metal digging into the flesh of your wrists. You jolt awake. 

“You should really take it easy right now, honey.” You shriek coarsely as Andy’s figure comes into sight. The stale taste of your drink fills your senses, the dryness making it hard to swallow to soothe your aching throat. He takes a step closer to come sit beside you on the modest queen-sized mattress. “The effects should start soon enough”. He continues casually.

“Mr. Barber why-“ You try to start, before you look down when you feel a tug on the tight string of the unfamiliar silk robe adorning your body. His hands remain at your waist, feeling the silk against your frame, his eyes trained on your body. You try not to squirm as you relish in the feeling of his warm palm resting against you. 

Why does it feel so good?

 “I think we have passed that point, no? It’s Andy to you, honey. A good little wife calls her husband by name, silly girl.” Chuckling as you gawk at him while he continues. 

His wife?

“Oh, don’t look so surprised, you know you had a hand in this. Staying over for hours cleaning and cooking for us. Is this why you quit your other job too?”

“I like to stay for Jacob” You muster out. It was pathetic really, how hot you were getting.

What was in that fucking drink?

“I’m the fool for not realizing how good you are for Jacob. For me.”

Looking past his large frame, you try to focus on the surrounding area. The concrete staircase at the far left entrance, a small table with a couple of chairs, a modest window near the ceiling that overlooked parts of the backyard, and a nightstand beside your bed. 

“HEY!” Andy’s voice boomed. His eyes softened at your startled expression, before gently cupping your face. “You won’t be down here long, honey. We just need to let the first cycle pass. Okay?”. 

Huh? 

The fire burning inside your belly only grows as your body shuts out his voice, and the only thing you feel is his fingers down your dewy neck, uncaring of how little the robe covered your modesty. He continues his trail before roughly cupping your now exposed breasts and greedily sucks at your nipple. A broken moan leaves your lips as his other hand pinches the other. 

“We are going to live happily ever after, Honey. I promise.” He bends down to whisper in your ear. Your head turns to look through the window again, finally met with the sight of the garden and its freshly planted lilies. “Whether you want it or not”.

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Calum’s been a dad too long, all alone. But Anahera wants her dad to take the leap. 18+ Content, (it’s a smut fic)

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Anahera was not oblivious to the way people looked at her dad. She was however worried. Women had approached him, unabashedly, in front of her, about "going for coffee" or "meeting up for dinner". He always responded the same way, if she was present, with one arm slung over her shoulders, 'It's just me and my girl right now.' It's not that Anahera disliked hanging out with her dad. But she worried. Why did he always turn down these offers? She was nearly sixteen at his point. For the last sixteen years, it had just been him and his girl. He could stand to care for himself just a little.

This Saturday starts no different than the others. Calum wakes first, an hour after dawn. He starts a load of laundry, takes the dogs out for the morning. After watching the morning news, he messes around just a little with his bass and guitars and then finally decides he should cook breakfast. It's only the smell of sausage that wakes her and she shuffles down to the kitchen. She mumbles a good morning and happily accepts the plate loaded up with waffles and sausage.

Calum watches her shuffle back to the living room and plop onto the couch. One of the dogs, it's usually Tammy, the corgi mix that, climbs into her side on the couch and they watch cartoons. Calum walks in after her, settling into the cushions as well. "I gotta go to the library," Anahera mentions around a mouthful of waffle.

It's the second time this week. He knows there some sort of project for her literature class. "Should I hang out or just drop you off?"

"Just need to grab a book."

Calum nods, rubbing the top of Jake's head. He's a gentle giant and the eldest of the dogs. Anahera picked him out of the shelter. She was three, staring up at the big Great Dane with such adoration. Calum was terrified that he and Tammy wouldn't get along or Tammy would get hurt. But he was so gentle around Anahera that during the ride home with him, Calum figured he'd be the same way around other dogs.

With plates cleared, Anahera looks over to his father. His curls are now salted with some gray but are still mostly black. His smile lines have worn ever so slightly on his face. She sees her grandmother in his face. So much of her grandmother. "So, like, is dating completely off the table for you?"

Calum shakes his head, a sigh falling from his lips. "It's not your job to worry about me."

"I'm your kid. Of course, I worry about you."

"You don't have to worry."

"That doesn't answer my question, Dad."

It's not that Calum has actively given up on dating. He just hasn't actively tried to date anyone. It's hard. It's just been him and Anahera. It's just been him taking care of his kid. Her mother left. Some bullshit reason that it wasn't the baby that drove her away, she just needed time. But it's been a little over fourteen years since she's actually seen Anahera in person. So how much time she needed, Calum's not sure. "No one wants to date someone with a kid," Cal answers.

"So you've gone on dates?"

God, he really wishes she'd drop this. Dating is meaningless. No one ever sticks around. He's getting older and he's tired. His patience hardly exists for dating. He exhales, the sigh and pursed lips tell her not to push it. But she goes for it one last time. "I just want you happy. That's all."

"And do you think me unhappy right now?"

She's an idealist. She knows it. "No, but do you want to grow old with somebody?"

Calum wants to be truthful. He can see the hope burning behind her eyes, the way she consumes the rom-coms, the novels she reads. Calum wonders for a fleeting moment if she wants this. If Anahera so deeply desires him to find love, so there's not a hole missing. He knows Mali does what she can, but she's not her mother. "Do you miss your mum?" He's not really sure how to ask. He could try 'Do you wish you had your mum?' but that feels too direct and too cold-hearted.

On the one hand, how can she miss something she's never really had. But on the other, the ache, the hole left behind reminds her she can miss something she's never had. She can long for it. "I don't know if I miss her or just want someone to fill that void."

"I'm sorry," Calum whispers, pulling her into his side. Her curls tickle his nose, but he doesn't dare move as she clutches his shirt. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He curses his cynical heart. No matter how many times he tells her that he loves her, it's never quite the same as having a mother.

His mother urged him to find somebody, scared that without a mother Anahera would be troubled. But she too was not blind to the pain Calum had endured, so over the years, she dropped the subject. The pair was generally happy, Anahera knew her father was always there. She knew no matter what happened, Calum would never falter.

Calum didn't want to leave Anahera without a mother, but did that mean he had subjected himself to suffering? What the hell did he do here?

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Calum doesn't push the library or schoolwork. After breakfast, she went to her room. Her music started up and not her usually pop favorites. It's heavy guitar and scornful cries and he knew not to push it. As morning rolls into early afternoon, he decides to see if she wants lunch. The music has since quieted when he reaches her door. Two soft knocks are all he dares try.

"Yeah?" Her voice floats in from the other side of the white door. Paws clicking on the hardwood floors also sound from the other side. It must be Jake. Tammy already at his feet. He hears the creak of her bed. This reminds him to look into a new bed frame for her. He waits until the door opens.

He gives a soft smile, noting her change from pjs. She's done that much, so things are looking good. "Hungry?"

"A little." A little, code for yes, she just hasn't gotten hungry enough to the point where she storms out of room to find food.

"Your favorite?"

She grins with a nod. "I can go for a Killer stromboli right now. Can I drive?"

Calum resists the urge to roll his eyes. Her permit is almost burning a hole in her wallet. "Later. In an empty parking lot."

"Pinky swear?"

Locking his pinky around her, he nods. "Pinky swear." She slides into shoes close to her door and grabs her wallet.

The car ride is almost deafening in the silence. Anahera messes with her phone, not even attempting to overtake the radio as usual. "Sorry," she whispers. "You hurt too. After all, that's happened."

"You hurt too. And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to create a situation like this for you."

"You didn't know she'd leave."

"But I never want you to think that I am purposefully putting you here. Or that I'm ignoring your concerns. It's just...difficult."

Difficult is an understatement. Calum's terrified and angry and tired. He can trust no one. No one ever. It's not lost on Calum that he could have whatever or whomever he wanted. It's not lost on him that even if he didn't want a relationship that he could have other things, but he doesn't want to set that example for Anahera. So he chooses to not deal with that part at all.

Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe he should still give it a go. But to be so vulnerable, to bear his entire soul requires too much. It will force him to deal with things rather than just burying them. Ignoring, burial, denial—it's so much easier when he's got a kid, two dogs, and a job. There's no room for dealing with the mess of his emotions.

Finding a seat at the local Italian restaurant is not difficult, however. Tucked away in a both, Calum knows Anahera will not need anytime to debate what she wants. The hostess that seats them warns that their server will be shortly. It's a couple of minutes before their waitress arrives and when she does, Anahera gaps. "Miss Bee?"

"Hey, Anahera. How are you? How's the project coming along?" Calum looks over her face and it takes a moment for it to register. It's the librarian. The one Ana always talks to her if she's at the desk.

"Good."

"A long way from those bookshelves," Calum teases. He's talked to her a couple of times. Bee is nice. He had no clue however that she worked outside the library.

"Got a kid in college. Tuition ain't cheap," she returns. "What can I get you guys?"

Anahera lists off her order. But Calum is too caught up in her previous statement. He had no clue she had a kid. Much less one in college. There's nothing to suggest it. Not wrinkle on her brown skin or a gray hair on her head. He can't even tell she's had a kid, not physically at least under the gray t-shirt and jeans. He hadn't put her anywhere near his age. He wonders if she's older.

"Dad!" Anahera's voice cuts through his thoughts. "God, hello. Earth to Dad."'

"I'm here. I promise."

"So will you be having the same as her or something different?" Bee asks with a grin tugging at her lips.

Calum rattles off his order. It's his standard order, the chicken Parmesan. She smiles with a nod. "I'll put that right in for you." When she turns, Calum watches. Anahera's talked about going to school. It's not the money that worries Calum. It's the how does she choose, how to apply, where should she be looking that worries Calum.

"God, if you were going to check out her butt at least do it discreetly."

Calum sputters, he wasn't even thinking about that. But his gaze does drop for half a second before he finally turns back to his daughter. "I wasn't even—"

"Yeah you were," she laughs. He sees so much of himself in her. The same nose, same smile. Her hair's dark too. Just a little bit straighter than his.

"Totally was not."

Bee returns with their waters and utensils, alerting them that their orders are already put in and will be done shortly. Then she's off again, tending to other tables. Anahera snaps her fingers. "Forgot to ask her if they even have that book. But I doubt that she would know right now at least." And before Calum can respond, she's back to her phone, pulling up some new video that she wants to show him.

He sits and watches, but wonders if Bee could give him any pointers. So after a moment, he excuses himself to the restroom. He finds her leaning against the bar. Maybe now's got a good time. Maybe he should wait. She turns, smiling. "Something wrong?"

"No, no." Calum shakes his head. "I just—I had a question. Anahera's a couple of years out from university. And that world is completely lost on me. I was wondering if you had any pointers."

"Uh, that really relies on what she wants to do, ya know? But there's plenty of great schools. Besides, Anahera's a bright girl. She'll get in anywhere."

Calum can't help the smile that overtakes his face. He's proud of her. He might not have enjoyed school, but he can see her passion for it. The way she lights up when he asks about what she's learned if it's anything she enjoys. Currently, she's taken a big liking to her physics class. She enjoys Literature too, mostly reading it though, not analyzing it. "Thank you," he grins.

"Of course. You're welcome. If it helps, I'll gather up some literature on overall good schools. Hand it off to her or something."

His hands shake just a little and he's glad there's tucked into the pockets of his pants. It's the way she says or something. Calum knows that small smirk, he knows the glint in her eyes. He would be all over it in his twenties. Hell in his twenties, it would've have been this sly. "How about over coffee?" He suggests.

"Sounds good to me," she pauses, here is where she would have used his name. But she doesn't know it, she realizes.

"Calum."

She grins. "Sounds good to me, Calum. I'm Bee. Really it's Brynna. But I like Bee."

They agree on a day during the week at a local shop and Calum returns to the table. Anahera wiggles her eyebrows, a teasing laugh falling from her lips. "Still got your game?"

"Never lost it," he snorts. Lunch goes by smoothly and Anahera finds her book easily in the library. Thanks to Bee making a quick call so it's already at the desk for her.

Calum pulls into the school's parking lot. It's completely empty and hands the keys over Anahera. "Ready?"

With a dazzling grin, she takes the keys. "Born ready."

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As Calum enters the shop, he peels the shades up, into his hair. His boots make a soft click on the floor. He searches the room, waiting to spot black hair with caramel-colored highlights. She's not sitting so he finds an open table, facing the door and settles down. Calum's really not sure what happened in that restaurant, what overtook him to suggest this.

But his nerves are at a 10. What the hell is he even doing here? But as Bee walks in, eyes flickering over the shop. He remembers. It's not that he didn't think she was attractive, but he was also preoccupied. It was always about what did he have to do next, where he needed to go if Anahera was okay.

When Bee walks up to the table, Calum stands, noting the folder in her hand. "Thank you. For doing this for me."

"Never a problem." The conversation has a natural flow. As they wait in line, Calum asks about her kid to find out they're a freshman at university. A son, Terence, plays basketball. So she works two jobs to help with the commuting she does to his games when she can. She used to work the weekday dinner shifts. But started taking on the weekend shifts here and there. The father's in the picture, only for the kid. The best-case scenario for the two of them.

Bee hums, listening as Calum skirts around the fact that Anahera's mother is not in the picture. "Don't talk too much about yourself," she notes, sipping at the green tea still steaming in her cup.

"Never know what to say. And really not used to it."

"Even with all those songs, you write?" He stutters, the cup hitting the saucer with a sharp clank.  Bee laughs, tucking a curl back behind her ear. "I'm a librarian. I do my research. I will say. I took a listen to some songs. Quite enjoy Talk Fast. Granted, haven't step foot into a bar in nearly twenty-some years now."

"What are you saying then? Kind of hoping forever?"

She shakes her head. "More like I'll take what I can get from you. Besides, I ruin all my relationships. The only one I didn't fuck up was the one with my kid by a fucking miracle. I'm too old to play games."

Calum can feel his cheeks lifting as he shakes his head, starting down into the coffee cup. His fingers spin it around. He's twenty again, it feels. Except instead of it being exciting, his heart feels like it's in his stomach. He recognizes the feeling of nerves. They've never gone away even in all his years of performing on stage.

It's not like she's gonna run around and destroy his name. They're in the same boat. "How far away from here are you?" Calum asks, finally lifting his gaze. His stomach guts as he asks the question.

"Literally a seven-minute walk."

He's impressed that she knows the time. "You're a librarian," he laughs. "Didn't think that included timing things."

"It's a complex job. You've got to be a person of many talents."

"So let's test those talents. If you know it's a seven-minute walk, do you happen to know how long of a drive?"

"I'd guess a minute, minute and a half."

Calum pulls his keys from his pocket, sitting them on the counter. She's grinning behind the cup of tea. "Is that including the time it takes to finish the coffee and walk to my truck?"

"It's not. But I'm in no rush if you aren't."

He doesn't want to rush this. But he's also afraid if he draws this out too much longer, he'll find some sort of reason to chicken out. He only has a few sips left. So he polishes off his drink, putting the dishes up and by the time he turns around, hanging from the tips of her fingers are his keys, holding them out to him.

"Didn't want you to forget."

Calum plucks the folder off the table as well. "Trust me, I wasn't." As they start for the door, Bee rattles off the directions and true to her calculations it only takes a minute and a half to her place. It's a small condo. "I know. What am I do lighting a check on fire by renting? I wonder the same thing," she laughs stepping out of the trunk.

"I mean it makes sense. Just you and your son."

"And the cat, Jewels."

"And the cat, Jewels," Calum corrects, standing behind her as she unlocks the door. "More of a dog person."

"I'm aware." As the lights turn up, Calum sees the dark wood and teal decorating her living room. There are some metal pieces thrown in as well, giving way to a rustic modern look.

"Anahera talks about them a lot doesn't she?"

Bee steps into him, eyeing his chest. He suddenly worries that he hasn't made it to the gym in a couple of weeks. Everything is so much harder to maintain now. It takes twice as long to lose weight, but nearly no time to gain it. She pulls at something on his shirt, holding out an orange-colored strand of fur to Calum. "That gave it away."

He laughs, looking over the gray t-shirt and seeing Tammy's fur coating him. "My corgi mix. She wasn't happy with me as I left, so I gave her extra cuddles. Guess I didn't think to double-check for fur."

"Much better than my morning routine. Jewels sat on my face and decided 5 am was a great time to screech to the cat gods."

It's only as the silence settles that they both realize just how close they are to each other. At this distance, Calum notices the moles decorating her nose and cheeks and Bee notes a small scruff on his jaw. Her eyes have a few spots around the white. It's a crazy thing to note, but he only notes it because she hasn't quite met his gaze.

Bee sees that tattoos decorating his wrist and left arm. With a soft touch, she turns it over to read the word Alive inked across the top of his wrist. His right-hand finds her cheek, fingers brushing over the skin before his palm cups it. "It's crazy to think we're still alive," she breathes. "You'd think we'd give up by now."

"Got too much to live for, more so now than ever."

"Such a poet," she teases. He's a good head taller than her, so it takes a moment as she stretches up to brush her lips over his. His lips are bitter and hers are sweet. Calum thinks for a moment he should've grabbed a mint from his car, something because he knows the taste of coffee must be strong.

He gets caught up though on the way her fingers gently trace up his arm. As she pulls back, he pulls her in. His skin feels hot, electric as she touches him. It's been so long. Too long without a touch like this for him. He finds her waist, a little doughy beneath his grip and slides his arm around her. Bee buckles, knees, and legs quaking when he squeezes her.

"Okay?" He asks with a soft smile on his face, eyes not fully opened from their kiss.

She should be embarrassed. She should be downright mortified by her own body's reaction to just being held. But she be damned if she finds any amount of shame in it. She can't remember her own name at the moment, but all she wants is to mark his skin. Rather than answers verbally, she winds her arms around his neck and kisses down his jaw, and then up and over the small moles decorating his cheek.

As she kisses down he throat, taking just a small lick at his Adam's apple, she feels the deep shake as Calum groans. It's deep from his throat. She wants to hear it again and bites down just a little, nothing crazy, just a tiny nibble at his skin and he groans again. "You like to tease I see," Calum huffs, breath coming out in tufts.

Holding her thumb and forefinger a few centimeters apart, she laughs. "Just a little bit." She takes a step backward and Calum follows closely behind.

Shoes are toed off. His shirt is shed first. She rakes his fingers down his chest, carefully tracing the tattoos on his chest. There's a tiny footprint that decorating the ends of a feather, or maybe some sort of plant. She's not sure. But she has a guess who's footprint it is. Close to his heart too.

Her kisses are light on his chest and Calum drops his head, holding himself above her. Bee knows he holds a lot inside him. A lot of love, but also a timid-ness and pain. She doesn't fault him.

Calum finally gets her shirt off, eyes dancing over the chest tattoo, reds, yellows, and purples dazzling against her skin. It's a bouquet of flowers, right in the center of her chest, some of the foliage spilling over to the swell of her breasts. He kisses over the ink, gently running his fingers over her stomach to the back of her bra. With his teeth, he pulls the straps down one at a time while his finger unlatches the clamps. "Never said you had ink too."

"Now tell me would it have made a difference?"

"Not in the slightest."

As the bra is discarded, he brings a nipple into his mouth, drinking in the sounds of her pleasure-filled whines. She hums before bringing his head up and kissing him again. They climb up higher onto the mattress. They wiggle themselves out of their jeans. Calum notices the stretch marks. More ink decorates her hip, he can see the black line work and two little footprints rest on top of right one.

"Guess I'm not the only one," Calum teases, tapping the tatted foot.

"No, it would appear not."

Bee watches him climb over her, the silver chains that tap his chest, the small streaks of gray decorating his black hair. His fingers dance over her hips before they brush over a thin tough line hidden by the band of her panties. Calum doesn't waste a moment to kiss down her stomach, over the tiny pouch left behind. As the thin cloth material is peeled away from her body, Bee wonders a moment if this is the end of the line, if the scar is too much.

Her stomach twists into knots, waiting for the pullback, the rushed and excused exit. Instead, Calum kisses over the scar and continues on fingers brushing over her core. But just a brush. "Who likes to tease now?" Bee huffs, holding herself up on her elbows.

"Still you," he laughs, squeezing at her thighs and trailing a finger up from the entrance to clit. Her head falls back and he takes his time, slipping two fingers into her heat. He kisses over her. Her fingers tangle into his hair, trying to urge him just an inch down on her.

He knows what she wants, but he takes her wrist, threading his fingers through hers and kisses down her inner thighs, slowly working her with those two fingers. She squeezes at his hand, that warmth in the pit of her stomach growing warmer. She mashes her lips together, whines falling over her throat anyway.

Finally, he brings his mouth to her core, sucking at her clit. "Fuck," she cries out. Her breathing is ragged. Calum wraps his arms around her legs, holding her still as she begins to squirm. There's a spark of pride to know he's still got it. That he hasn't lost his touch just yet.

He continues to work over her, sucking, licking, fingers a constant pull at her. She unravels rather quickly, thighs shaking just a little. But the cry of his name over her lips is more than just fuel to the fire. Calum kisses over her inner thighs, a groan falling over his lips. "God, my name sounds good from your lips."

Sitting up, Bee slides out from beneath him. Her chest falls rapidly. Her brain still feels foggy in the post-orgasm haze. But something about this—something about Calum, keeps her going. She pats the bed and Calum lays back, falling into space she once occupied. She slides a hand over his cock through the boxer briefs. "You know what will sound even better?" She quips.

"Tell me."

"My name from your lips." The end of the sentence is punctuated by her pulling down his own underwear. She wraps one hand around the base, licking a strip up to the head and sucking on it lightly.

Calum's whole body tenses, there's no hesitation on her part. Either. "Bee," he hums, reaching for her head. She moans, the vibrations shooting a tingle up his spine. She definitely knows what she's doing, working for another sound, working for another groan, another hum of her name.

She takes him as far as she can into her throat and holds it there, slowly twisting her hand that's wrapped around the rest. As she pulls back away from him there's a line of saliva from her mouth to his cock and the sight lights his gut on fire.

"Come here." His voice is low, demanding. All but a growl and Bee doesn't dare disobey. She keeps one hand on him, pumping as she stretches upwards and he cups her face. They share a searing kiss, exhales tickling over their faces, moans being swallowed.

The apartment was cool, a nice airy feel to it, but now the bedroom is thick with heat and sweat. Bee's a little shocked. She didn't think it would turn out like this. Didn't think she would be so hungry to please somebody. But even as they kiss, she wants him to be weak with pleasure. She wants him to cave to every carnal desire that plagues him.

Calum pulls her hand off him, kissing down her neck. "Thought you were too old to play games," he breathes into her ear.

"How dare?" The words fall with a tuft of laughter, but she pulls away, reaching into her bedside table. She finds a foil packet and opens it. "May I?"

"Be my guest."

Her touch is light as she rolls the latex down his length. Calum notes the snake tattoo on her left hip. The way her skin still glows and still has a rich warmth to the dark brown. The way her cheeks are still full, but the cheekbone and brow bone are strong. A small groan leaves him as she settles on his length.

They rest chest to chest as Bee rocks her hips. He kisses at her shoulder, arms wrapping around her waist. Soft sighs escape them. The room is nothing but an echo of their bodies. Her pace isn't slow, but methodical. She knows there's no rush. Calum leaves a reddening spot on her neck. He would apologize, but she works one onto his chest as well. So now they are even.

Bee feels that sting in her right hip, the pain of a tightening muscle and stills. A hiss leaving her lips. "Sorry. Just an old injury."

"No, no, don't apologize." An awkward shuffle ensues, Bee having to climb off and Calum kneeling next to her. He helps stretch out the muscle. "Our bodies aren't what they used to be. I get it," he utters in a soft tone.

"Let me guess. Football. And I'm not talking American either."

Calum nods. "Your guess would be correct."

"It's the slight accent you still have."

"Tell me more. Something else gave it away."

"Your physique. And it might've come up during my google search, but that's neither here nor there."

Calum releases a small laugh, palm still rubbing deep at her muscle. "So you're no psychic, just a good reader, huh?"

"What can I say? It's my job."

"You're very good at it from what I can see." Bee grabs his hands, mentioning for him to come down. He does so and she cups his face, kissing his soft lips. The kisses grow deeper, more desperate. Calum settles between her legs, thumbs caressing her right hip. "You okay now?"

She nods, lips brushing over his. "Yeah, I'm good." His necklaces are no longer cold, but as they brush over the valley between her breast, a shiver runs down her spine.

Calum is careful as he re-enters her, taking it slow. She holds onto his biceps and smiles, though a moan falls over her lips. Calum buries his face into her neck, hips a ready pace. "Feel like heaven," he whispers into the hickeys he's put there.

Bee can't help the giggle. "Never heard that one before." Calum huffs at her comment, the start of his own orgasm building. Grabbing the back of her thighs, he pushes her hips up just a little.

Her mouth falls open, a groan falling over her lips. "Shit, Calum."

"That's more like it." He leans back, thumb rubbing over her clit. One hand reaches out for him, holding onto his wrist, the other falls to the sheet, grabbing a tight fistful. Her second orgasm hits fast and she cries out, no real words in particular, just a deep guttural sound ripping over her throat. "Oh, what a beautiful sound," he encourages, still slowly circling her clit.

Her whole body shutters and Calum knows he's done for. He spills over into the condom. But bends over to kiss over the column of her throat. The haze is heavier this time. It takes longer to reconnect to her head but she manages to direct Calum to the bathroom before rolling over to her side.

Finished with his business, Calum opens the door and right on the other side is a black cat. Bright green eyes staring up at him. "Nice to meet you Jewels," he greets. She meows and then continues on to the bedroom. It sounds a little aggressive, but he takes it in stride.

She enters the room first and Calum finds his boxers, watching the cat jump onto the bed and then climbing onto Bee's shoulder. "Yes, Jewels?" Another meow. "Uh-huh. But you weren't rude were you? Did you at least say hi." Another meow. "Good," she coos, holding out her arms. The cat leaps back down to the bed.

Bee gapes. "I don't get a hug, nothing." She sighs as Jewels saunters out of the room. "I feed you, you know. Me."

Calum laughs as she walks to the bathroom next. "This is why I'm more a dog person."

Spinning around, she levels a finger at him. "She does love me. She's just acting out because there is a strange man in the house."

"Should've greeted her at the door, huh? How rude of me."

"Nah, she's a little skittish and probably hid. Which is why she hasn't made herself known until now." Once Bee exits, Jewels comes back standing at the door. Calum only notices after pulling the t-shirt back over his body. Nothing is said. But he does squat down, holding a hand. He wonders if she'll come closer.

She looks at his hand then back to his face before sticking her paw out. He chuckles and Bee walks up behind her. "Oh, she's sassing you. Gotta watch out."

"This is her house. So it's okay."

Bee picks her up and walks into the room kissing her head. "We talked about this. No sassing guests, Jewels. Do you need anything? Water?"

Calum stands, with a shake of his head. "Thank you though." Bee nods. He finishes getting dressed. It's not awkward when he heads out. Though something is different. She does hand him her number.

"Call me. Doesn't have to be for sex. Just whatever."

He smiles softly at her leaning forward and kissing her cheek. As he walks back to his call, stares down at the numbers. Just whatever, he thinks. Could be about anything. Inside the truck, he programs her number into his phone and sends a quick text with his name.

___

When Anahera climbs into the truck after school, she immediately launches herself into a spill about a fight that happened at school. It didn't get worse, but it did disturb the lunch schedule. Which wasn't fun and made her ten minutes late to a class. Calum listens, nodding along, paying attention to traffic. "Do you know why the fight started?" He asks.

"No, I heard it was over some girl. But then someone else said it might've been a drug thing. I'm not really sure."

"Drugs?"

"It was two seniors fighting. I figured one of them might've owed the other."

He's not too pleased to know that if it were a drug issue that she's so close to it. But Calum also knows that the in life she'll be exposed to things like that. That he can't protect her from everything. "Is there anything—," Calum starts.

Anahera rolls her eyes. "I can't. No Dad. I don't do drugs. I hate the smell of weed anyway."

He nods, it's not a pleasant smell. "I'm not asking to punish you. Just curious. Because if you did, I'd rather you be smart about where you're getting it from."

She laughs. "Making sure I do it legally."

"Well, yeah. Or at least with people you're safe around."

"I appreciate that. But sometimes I wonder why you don't freak out."

"If I panicked over everything, you'd never tell me anything. You're okay to tell me things. You should feel safe around me."

"I do. What I don't feel safe around is this Lit essay."

Calum laughs. "You've got it, sweetheart. You're smart."

"Can you read over it? I just feel like I have a bunch of word vomit on the page and it's not making any sense."

"Sure thing." As they pull into the driveway, Calum takes her backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. Anahera grabs her jacket and closes the door behind her. She watches a mark, dark on the small sliver of skin that's exposed due to the pull of her bag, but thinks nothing of it.

Calum looks over what he has in the fridge, trying to put together what to make for dinner while she prints off her essay. He knows he wasn't a good student, but he does what he can to help her out. Luke usually gets the math-related questions though those are rare. He takes the Lit stuff.

Calum lets the dogs out and Anahera comes back with her essay. It's only three pages right now and she brought the prompt along with her. He stands in the backyard, reading and pacing. Anahera watches him from the steps of the deck. She looks at that dark spot again and it's clear it's something new. Her eyes widen and she jumps up. "Is that a hickey?"

Calum looks down his heart racing. "What? No!"

Hooking her finger into the seam of the neck, she pulls it back. "That's totally a hickey and you have multiple!"

"How do you even know what a hickey is?" He counters. He feels like a teenager again, caught by their parent. This time he is the parent. "What a second? I'm the parent! Why does it matter?"

"Since when did you get a girlfriend?"

"She's—she's just a friend!"

"That's one heck of a friend, then." Truth be told, she's a little giddy. Maybe her dad's finally getting back out there into the dating world. It's one hell of a way to jump back into the pool. But who is she to judge that. "Do I know them?"

Calum turns back to the essay. He's trying not to give it away. He knows she'll figure it out. "Wait!" She exclaims. "It's not Miss Bee is it?" Calum can feel his cheeks growing hot. He stares harder at the paper in his hand. "Oh my god! Dad! I like Miss Bee! No!"

"She just helped me with some university stuff for you in the future."

"Dad, I'm not even done with my sophomore year. I still have like a year and a half left."

"I just wanted to be prepared, that's all. I didn't even graduate secondary. I have no clue what to do or where to be looking for you. I just asked her for some help."

"Oh and you got help alright, too," she mutters. When he lands a stern eyebrow raised at her she apologizes.

"Apology accepted. But no, she agreed to put together some information for me and we talked over coffee."

Anahera sees the small grin that overtakes his face. She holds her hands up in surrender. "If things go poorly, I just don't want her to hate me for it. I still need to get into university, Dad. Miss Bee is literally the only librarian that goes like out of her way to help us at the public library. She knows that place like the back of her hand and she has connections. I need her. Don't blow this, Dad."

"Oh, c'mon. Have a little faith in me."

"She's not even your girlfriend. You called her a friend. You're rusty!"

An incredulous tuft of laughter falls from him. "What do you know about being rusty? You haven't dated anyone that I'm aware of."

"Did you get her number? Please tell me you got at least that."

"As a matter of fact, she gave it to me."

"Did you text her? How long has it been?"

Okay, now he can admit he is rusty about that. After he left Bee's he went into the studio until it was time to Anahera from school. "Phone's inside," he says quietly. Ana screeches and runs inside. She finds his phone right where it usually is, right under the key rack. She looks over the notifications and sees Bee. The last message was at 10:42 AM. Oh my god, she chants to herself. They had to have met soon after she got on the bus.

She knows his passcode; he gave it in case of emergencies. He has her passcode too. Calum never goes through her phone. Doesn't even think to touch it in all honestly unless she's left it behind and only then does he grab it to pass it along. "Dad! It's nearly 4. Please text her back."

"What did she say?"

"I'm not reading your messages. What if I read something too impure for my virgin eyes? You'll have scarred your precious daughter for life."

Calum sighs, handing her the essay and taking his phone. He reads over the text message. "She just said she hoped my day goes well."

"Dude! You still have to reply. Say thanks at least."

"I know that."

"I'll leave you to that." Stepping inside, Jake right at her side. She watches through the back door as he types away at his screen.

"I can see you watching me," he calls through the glass. It's muffled, but still clear enough to make it out. Anahera bolts from the door to be room, laughing as she goes.

[elvendara]

March Madness 2020

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March 13th 2020

“Where are we going?” Yoosung asked. Saeyoung had let Saeran use one of his babies and Yoosung had to admit, getting out of an expensive sports car with a beautiful man really made him feel important. People were ogling, but Saeran only had eyes for him.

“To dinner.” Saeran said. Yoosung rolled his eyes but said nothing. He glanced up and down the street, but there were so many restaurants in this area it was difficult to know which one they were going to. All were high end however and Yoosung had never been to any of them. Wherever they ended up, it would be an experience he would never forget. After all, he was with Saeran.

As they walked down the street Saeran took his hand. It was easy and familiar. Yoosung marveled at the change in Saeran in such a short time. He’d gone from denial and distant, to all in. Yoosung stopped wondering where they were going and just enjoyed the journey. The stars were bright, the night air was crisp and clean, and he was holding hands with the man he had been in love with for months. His heart was on the moon, along with the rest of him.

“Here we are.” Saeran stopped them at a nondescript doorway with no name over it.

“Uh, here?”

“Yep.” Saeran opened the dark door and held it for Yoosung. There was a long hallway with low wattage light, but there was what sounded like kitchen noises from further in.

Yoosung walked in and Saeran followed, he took Yoosung’s hand again and led him down the hallway. The noises grew louder and the smells were amazing. They entered a large room with several kitchen islands spread out like you would see in a school. There were couples behind four of them and two were empty. Saeran led Yoosung to one of the empty islands and handed him an apron.

“What…is this?” Yoosung asked.

“A cooking class. We’re going to make our own dinner.” Saeran grinned and Yoosung couldn’t help but chuckle at the frilly apron Saeran pulled on, his whole goth vibe taking a small hit.

“You see something funny?” Saeran arched an eyebrow.

“No…no…not at all…” Yoosung bit his lip in an attempt to not laugh out loud.

“Hmm, aren’t you the one who keeps telling me ‘no lies’?” Saeran tilted his head and stared at Yoosung. Yoosung let out a guffaw, tears springing to his eyes. He looked so fucking cute.

“I’m sorry Saeran, it’s just, that apron!”

“Want me to take it home, and wear it? Just the apron?” Saeran stepped into Yoosung, his eyes becoming sultry. Yoosung’s humor drained, his body becoming tense and hot. He gulped, the image of Saeran in the frilly apron and nothing else running around his head. He felt dizzy and leaned against the island.

“Looks like we’re all here, why don’t we begin.” The instructor interrupted what was happening and Yoosung wasn’t sure if he was glad or upset about it.

It took him a little bit to stop thinking about doing things with Saeran that he shouldn’t be thinking and focus on what was going on. They were to make chicken alfredo, starting with fresh pasta. He watched as Saeran followed instructions and began to make the dough.

This was going to be fun, making dinner with Saeran, their hands intertwined in the dough. There were a few missteps, and not just with them, one couple couldn’t even make the pasta, the instructor had to step in. Once they were done, they plated their food, added shredded parmesan on top and were able to sit.

There was wine they were provided with and a single candle at each island. The overhead lights were dimmed, and it was as if each couple was in their own little bubble.

“Thank you for this. It’s wonderful.” Yoosung said, Saeran leaned over and kissed him softly.

“Happy birthday Yoosung. I hope we can share many more like this.”

The words echoed in his head. More, many more, just like this! Yoosung didn’t think he could ever be happier than he was right now, this second, in this moment.

[sugasgrowl]

10 Questions Tag

Rules: Answer ten questions, then write your own and tag ten people.

I was tagged by @ditzymax! Thank you so much! These were such good questions that were super fun to answer!

Max’s Questions:

1. What is your favorite act of “self care”?

I love taking time alone (if I can get it), maybe taking a drive and blasting some music. If I’m at home, I love doing face masks and eating ice cream while I watch TV. My favorite things to watch are conspiracy theory YouTube videos, spooky/ghosty shows or videos, and true crime. New Girl is also a show that I LOVE!

2. What is one song on your playlist that must always be played at full volume?

Oh god, there are so many... Daechwita??? Cypher 3??? UGH??? Dionysus? Boy With Love?? 5sos’s Old Me or No Shame???? There are so many!

3. What is your favorite meal to cook/order for yourself?

If I’m cooking, I love veggie pesto alfredo pasta with parmesan garlic asparagus and grilled chicken. But if I’m ordering, you really can’t go wrong with a stuffed crust pizza. I mean come on.  

4. If you could meet any famous/influential person, living or dead, who would it be and why?

I’m gonna be That Bitch and say that I would meet a member of BTS. Probably Namjoon or Yoongi, just because I think they could really teach me a lot about life. Ya girl is in her early/mid twenties and has no idea what she’s doing lmfao

5. Which do you value more: platonic or romantic relationships?

I don’t have a lot of romantic experience at all, so I’m going to say platonic. For a lot of reasons, but mostly because platonic relationships can become romantic under the right circumstances. 

6. The beach, the city, or the mountains?

Hmmmm I’ll say the beach, just because that’s the place I’ve spent the most time. I’m from a really tiny town in Mississippi, I’ve spent a very limited amount of time in both the city and the mountains! 

7. What is your most prized possession?

I’m going to exclude my phone from this because I think that’s a lame answer. I’m not really a person who is extremely attached to objects, but I think if I had to choose one, it would be a black and white picture of my late aunt that is sitting on my shelf. It was taken when she was studying in England, and its a picture of her holding a banana up to her ear like a telephone and laughing like the happy person she was. It’s my goal to take a picture like that when I move to Korea!!!

8. Endless money or endless love?

Ohhh this is an interesting question. Does choosing one mean denial of access to the other? I’m going to choose with the idea that I would still have access to both to some degree. I hate that this is my choice, but I’m choosing endless money lmaoooo. Money offers more experiences that you can have through traveling and not having to spend all your time working, and then there’s the security that would come with it. 

9. What is something you’re looking forward to?

Getting the fuck out of America and my toxic family LMFAO but really I’m most excited about going out on my own and finding myself and not being pressured to be what my family wants me to be. That freedom will be really good for me, so I’m really looking forward to it. 

10. What is something you could teach me about?

I feel like I really don’t have a lot of teachable knowledge lol. I guess if I had to choose something, I would say special effects makeup? I don’t know how to sculpt or do molds really, but I can teach you the basics for sure! 

I’m tagging: @prolixitae @gukslut @kpopfanfictrash @btssavedmylifeblr @honeymoonjin @minlicks @underthejoon @suga-kookiemonster @readyplayerhobi @gimmesumsuga Only if you want! 

My Questions: 

What is a piece of advice you would give your younger self?

What was your dream job as a kid?

What is a positive change you want to make in your life?

Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not?

What is something that you’re really good at?

What is something that you’re admittedly bad at?

What is something that lifts your spirits, no matter what?

What is your biggest pet peeve?

How would an author describe you as a character in a novel?

Would you be a superhero or a villain? Why? 

[twopoppies]

Excellent https://x.com/28fineline_/status/1728476326523207791?s=46&t=CNKLJgu6YzSY8_ZsCccYog

Larry denial #44246893

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[mexicanketojourney]

HE’S IN DENIAL! 🤣 He ate it all and without any bread and gave him water to drink instead of the usual apple juice. • I basically covered his beef in parmesan cheese so it can look appealing to him since he loves parmesan. • He is not such a beef and chicken kind of boy. He usually eats about half a spoonful of beef with a big bite of bread or tortilla so this is big for me. . . . #ketokids #ketofamily #keto #ketolifestyle #ketolife #ketogenic #ketowoe #healthykids #healthyfamily #lowcarb #lowcarblife #lowcarblifestyle #dietacetogenica

[lil-crouton2]

Thursday,

Failed to eat breakfast... Again.

My downfall is I get too lazy to cook anything.

I watched YouTube for a bit. Talked to my boyfriend over text and my mother invited me for lunch, at Cahall's deli.

She ordered me an order of chicken salad with gluten-free bread, toasted.

I'm kind of new to the whole gluten-free thing since I've been in denial for a while about having the allergy but I've come to terms with it. A lot of the stuff I've had so far actually isn't all that different from normal bread. You can barely taste a difference.

Anyway,

Before I met up with her I got to run by Dillard's and return the clothes that didn't fit, though I couldn't get cash back. They did give me a gift card so I guess I'll go back sometime and pick something else out with those $77 I got back.

After lunch I ran back home and dropped off my leftovers. I didn't eat all my sandwich. I went and got gas to fill up my vehicle and doordash for a bit today I made $24 and no change. However 24 is better than zero and a lot better than the 12 I made the last week.

Once I finished door dashing around 4:30, I decided on stopping by five below and picked up a phone mount so I don't have to constantly hold my phone while trying to doordash.

After that I ran home dropped off my snacks and stuff, then ran to Walmart really quickly to pick up some items like heavy cream and Parmesan and a couple other things I needed.

When I got home I made this really good chicken dish with diced up chicken, bacon bits (fresh not pre-made) and pasta with a heavy cream, parmesan, & parsley sauce. Honestly it's probably one of the better ones I've ever made. I'm getting pretty good at this cooking thing actually had a pretty good day.

I actually had a pretty good day today I ate some of the pasta and now I'm curled up on the couch with my dog. Counting down the time until I have to go to bed to get up and start all over.

I should probably go ahead and pack my lunch and make a breakfast so I can just grab and go in the morning. It'll probably do me a lot better.

Hopefully more good days to come.