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Itâs so absurd how they had golem Landon telling Hope that she needed to worry about Landon less and everyone else more. When Landon had literally melted, been trapped in Malivore, been trapped alone in a prison world full of monsters with no help or powers, for how many weeks, all while everyone else was safely living their lives at the school. But no, donât worry about Landon, worry about everyone else. That sort of mentality really sums up the show though, like⊠Landon is in grave danger, Landon is trapped in another dimension, Landonâs body has been taken over, Landon died, Landon is trapped in purgatory, Landon lost a piece of his soul, every bad thing ever is happening to Landon but letâs not worry about any of that and focus on other irrelevant things instead. And care about anyone and anything else but him while he suffers. That was basically the show in a nutshell.
#text#my posts#landon kirby#golem landon#3x09#anti legacies#how dare hope worry about landon#and prioritize him over everyone else for once#when it was entirely warranted#but it never mattered how much danger landon was in#bc doing anything to try to help or save him#automatically makes you reckless and selfish and toxic#no risks could ever be taken for landon#but all the risks in the world could be taken for everyone else
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LBTE: Jared (170-172)
Holden Chase again, a few proposals in the making, and the end of a season.
If you'd like to follow along you can do so here.
170. Lessons Learned
The Bruins are coming to town, and to say Bryce is prepared might be an understatement.
Boyâs had Eye of the Tiger running through his head every time heâs hitting a punching bag (and heâs been hitting them a suspicious amount)
It isnât even the first time theyâve played the Bruins since Jared got blindsided at TD Garden, but Bryce was thousands of kilometres away, so he couldnât do anything stupid.
Well, unless Jared counts probably egging Dmitry on
No probably about it.
âDonât do something stupid,â Jared says.
âEverybody keeps telling me that,â Bryce complains.
âBecause they know youâre going to do something stupid,â Jared says.
But you donât understand, J, he wants to do the stupid thing.
âI wonât start it,â Bryce says. âOkay? Iâm not making any other promises. If he starts it, thatâs on him.â
âFine,â Jared allows, because heâs pretty sure thatâs the best offer heâs going to get.
Little does Jared know Bryce considers âhaving the audacity to share the ice with meâ to be starting it.
âDefine pissy for me, Dmitry,â Jared says.
âI think he made Landon cry,â Dmitry says.
His eyes just got a little misty. Must be hay fever or something.
Jared kicks his sneaker.
âWhat?â Bryce snaps, not looking up.
âFighting me for my honour seems counterproductive,â Jared says.
Everyone cleared the fuck out the second Jared entered that room. Bullet's mood was bad enough, no way they want to witness this.
âDmitry said youâre making dudes cry,â Jared says.
âDima exaggerates,â Bryce says, which is true, but he looks guilty as he says it.
Only his allergies, donât worry about it!
âIf youâre a dick that means I have to be the nice one,â Jared says. âAnd Iâm categorically terrible at that, so quit it.â
Jaredâs priorities, everyone.
âYouâre niceââ
Jared kicks his foot, and Bryce scowls up at him.
âNo Iâm not,â Jared says.
Donât you lie to him, heâll kick you while youâre down just to prove you wrong.
Thereâs only so much distance the guys on either side of his stall can give him, so instead they look longsuffering as Bryce bounces his knee, pendant between his lips.
This is big Holden Chase energy. Bryce would hate that.
He was hoping Chase would be smart enough to steer clear of Bryce, considering itâs public knowledge who heâs married to, but either he doesnât remember the blindside hit â to be fair, he does throw a lot of them â or he doesnât give a shit, which wouldnât surprise Jared either.
There is a third option, but frankly Holden would prefer you thinking itâs one of those two.
âBullet won,â Dmitry says proudly.
âNobody won,â Jared says. âNobody wins in a game of head trauma.â
Jared will have you know he is unimpressed.
But honestly, Chase probably could have said ânice day, isnât it?â and it would have lead to a fight, so he wouldnât be surprised either.
How dare you say that when you know FULL well it was overcast and drizzling.
âYouâre very pretty,â Dmitry says. âWomen would kill for your eyelashes.â
âYou just said that,â Jared says.
âBeware of Oksana,â Dmitry says, shaking his shoulder for emphasis.
He just rolls out of bed looking like that? His looks are WASTED on him, says Oksana.
âWhy is Dmitry repeatedly warning me about his wife?â Jared asks Gabe, during a TV break Dmitry spends exchanging insults and obscenities with the Bruins bench â they play each other twice a year, so Jared doesnât know that kind of animosity builds, except of course he does, because itâs Dmitry.
It will surprise no one that Shithead is involved in this.
âHe was trying to distract you from stewing about the fight,â Gabe says. âAnd succeeding, I might add.â
âOh,â Jared says. Being handled by Dmitry Kurmazov is a new low for him, he thinks.
He handles you all the time, you just donât realise it. Which has to be a lower low.
The period expires before Bryceâs misconduct does, and Bryce skates across the ice, marching straight down the tunnel. If Jared hoped time in the box would cool him off, well â he wasnât, really, considering every time he looked over Bryce was yelling shit at the opposite box, poor Jan sitting mute beside him, serving the additional two.
Jan deserves a drink or ten for that time in the box. Take it out of all the fines Bryce and Jared have recently paid.
âIâm not sorry,â Bryce says. He sounds as petulant as Jaredâs ever heard him, and thatâs saying something. âJâs off limits.â
Bryce was expecting Stevie or Gabe, here. Though itâs not like heâs saying anything Jared doesnât know.
Bryce has a split lip, which really completes the surly teenager pout. He winces when Jaredâs fingers brush his mouth, but doesnât pull away, not then, and not when Jared kisses him.
âThatâs not positive reinforcement,â Jared says, when he pulls away.
You canât just say that and make it true, Jared.
Jared doesnât know if itâs game management, the refs figuring the best place for Chase to be is the box for both teamâs sakes, or the fact that Chase is just a fucking idiot who doesnât know when to quit, but he takes two more penalties that night, spends more time in the box than he does on the ice with either of them.
Hey! Holden will have you know heâs a driven individual...who doesnât know when to quit.
The Canucks handily take the game â Chaseâs penalties donât hurt â and normally theyâd join the team for a drink or two to celebrate the win, but Jared isnât in the mood, and Bryce frankly doesnât deserve it.
He says this like he isnât about to positively reinforce Bryce some more.
âThis is not a reward,â Jared tells him, once they get in their front door.
âOkay,â Bryce says. He sounds distracted, which Jared supposes isnât surprising, considering Jaredâs currently unbuckling his belt.
âI donât approve of any of your behaviour tonight,â Jared says.
Heâs getting some mixed messages right now, but thatâs okay, carry on, Jared.
âYou want to lecture me or you want to get your dick sucked?â Bryce asks.
âI can do both,â Jared says.
âFair enough,â Bryce says, moving to drop to his knees.
Go right ahead, Bryce is game.
171. All In
and whenever Bryce is happy, Jared canât keep from joining in.
These two are like a feedback loop. Bryce Happy = Jared Happy = Bryce HappyâŠ
âCanât give people shit to say about me,â Bryce says.
âThat implies theyâve actually shut up since Juliusâ interview,â Jared says. He still refuses to look, on principle, but by all accounts it hasnât died down yet.
âOkay, yeah,â Bryce says. âBut if I came back and sucked theyâd probably say it was because I was gay. Like, let my sexuality become a distraction, or whatever the fuck.â
Donât know about you, but I canât wait for the first out NHLer to inevitably get a streak of bad play blamed on the 'distraction' of their sexuality.
âLike, not more hockey media, or, kind of hockey but more like, a profile thing? How it was growing up gay in hockey, that kind of thing,â Bryce says. He looks weirdly nervous, especially for someone whoâs done more media in the past few months than he likely did his entire tenure with the Flames.
Jared frowns. âIs PR Grace pushing for more interviews? I thought she was supposed to chill when you got off IR.â
âNo, I was just â I was talking to Summers, and he was saying the fact people want to talk to me right now gives me a chance to establish myself as like, I am now,â Bryce says. âKind of like â not set the record straight, exactly, but like, show Iâve matured and stuff. That Iâm not the dude I was when I met you.â
Bryce isnât lying but he is obfuscating. Still in the planning stages, still not ready to tell Jared.
Heâs less magnanimous about it when Bryceâs apologetic âI have mediaâ keeps fucking with their carpooling; more often than not heâs got to head in early, or cut out straight from practice and leave Gabe to drop Jared off. Gabeâs way more chill about it than Jared is, which is frustrating, because Bryce has very much noticed that, and when he points it out it makes Jared look petty.
Does it, Jared? Does it make you look petty?
âWhat you and Stephen find annoying doesnât impact my behaviour,â Gabe says, pulling out his e-reader. âYou two are irritated by so many things that Iâd never be able to keep any of it straight.â
The list that would be.
âYou look like your kid right now,â Jared says. He lost a tooth the last time Bryce babysat the Kurmazovs. Literally. It was a whole thing. Bryce sent Jared at least half a dozen frantic texts before they found in the pantry for fuck knows what reason. Bryceâs theory is aliens. Jaredâs is the much simpler explanation that Bryce is being fucked with by small children.
He put it somewhere he wouldnât forget about it (beside the cookies) and then he promptly, you know. Forgot the place he swore he wouldnât forget about. No aliens or practical jokes required.
âSee, I told you heâs not just pissy when Bullet isnât around,â drifts over to him.
Jaredâs not sure who said it, but heâll find out.
âI heard that,â he says, and waits for a flinch.
âMath,â Gabe says, not looking up from his e-reader. âStop terrorizing the rookies.â
Iâm so proud of Jaredâs growth from ânon-participantâ to âterrorizer of rookiesâ.
âI see you,â Jared says, then, âOw,â when Gabe elbows him.
âIâm trying to read,â Gabe says.
Jared pulls his phone out. âIâm trying to read too.â
âGood,â Gabe says.
âGood,â Jared says.
The patience Gabe has.
Jaredâs thoroughly sick of his teammates when they get back to Vancouver. Bryce apparently isnât, considering heâs at Gavinâs fighting for Smash Bros supremacy, while Jared crawls under the bet blanket on the couch and refuses to surface for anything. Which is unfortunate, because heâs hungry now, but heâs committed.
Extrovert after road trip vs introvert after road trip.
Jaredâs checking in on how the Hitmen are doing when Raf sends Jared a picture of a diamond ring, with no context. Jaredâs still processing it when Chaz sends him a text saying do u think ash would marry me?
She literally had your baby. Jared replies. He wonders if Raf sent Chaz the photo too, and thatâs what sparked it, or if theyâve got some kind of hivemind going on in the Eastern Conference.
Hivemind.
But actually, baby 2 on the way in the case of the Guerin Rossis, and approaching offseason in the case of the Sanchez Dawes household, accompanied by a lot of recent wedding invites that got Rafâs brain humming.
âHello,â Raf says. He doesnât sound like heâs panicking, but then, Jaredâs never heard him panic before, so how would he know?
âAre you panicking?â Jared asks.
âI wouldnât describe this feeling as panic, exactly,â Raf says.
Big time panicking happening.
âWell,â Raf says. âDo you think Grace would marry me?â
âI think she moved to an entirely different country to be with you,â Jared says.
Rafâs quiet. âIs that yes?â
Jared just tell them yes, they don't want to hear logic, they want to hear yes.
âAnd I mean, have we even been together long enough to consider marriage?â Raf asks.
Considering Raf was already dating Grace when IJ(aoe) beganâŠyes, Raf.
It takes awhile to convince Raf that heâs not about to get turned down, even after Raf admits he and Grace have literally discussed marriage like, half a dozen times, and the only thing thatâs going to come as a surprise to her is the time and place.
Of course Raf would never propose without serious discussions taking place first.
Youâre not allowed to propose to my sister any time soon, Jared texts after he gets off the phone with Raf.
I do not require your approval., Julius replies,
Could have told him about the not planning on it right then, but it was too good an opportunity not to take. Also facts.
Julius snorts. âI am not planning on proposing to your sister.â
âWhy, whatâs wrong with her?â Jared says. âI mean, I know exactly whatâs wrong with her, butââ
âYou just told me not to!â Julius says. âAnd there is nothing wrong with her!â
This conversation is just constant mixed messaging on both sides.
Whatâs wrong with Julius? Jared says.
Nothing is wrong with Julius. He doesnât believe in marriage either
It seems that Julius is screening his calls now too. Typical.
Why is no one willing to listen to Jaredâs pro-marriage propaganda.
âEveryoneâs getting married,â Julius says. âExcept my sister. Sheâs too young.â
âShe doesnât believe in marriage,â Bryce says.
âWhy do you know that?â Jared says.
Because Bryce isnât demanding she marry his former liney, right after forbidding said liney from marrying her. (Seriously, the messages could not be more mixed)
âI should probably call him,â Jared says. âMake sure he doesnât hide it somewhere stupid like the sock drawer.â
âHey!â Bryce says. âIt wasnât stupid.â
âMaybe not in our case,â Jared says. âConsidering you were looking to get caught.â
Bryce blinks at him, then belatedly says, âHuh. I was, wasnât I?â
Not consciously, but absolutely.
âPretty well,â Jared agrees. âThereâs a pizza with mushrooms in the kitchen.â
âYou hate mushrooms,â Bryce beams.
Itâs very easy for Jared to do nice things for Bryce considering when Bryce notices (and he always notices) he lights right up. Palpable reward for good behaviour.
172. Responsibility
he does suspect his next contract might be longer term, likely as a concession to Bryce.
Not to diminish Jared as a player, but yes, as a concession to Bryce. Heâs an RFA with limited bargaining rights, it likely would have been in the 1-2 year âshow meâ range, ending while they still had his rights. Instead the contract he gets takes him right into free-agency. (Termâs long for middle sixer, but price is fair value)
They lose their final game to the Oilers playing spoiler, and Jared only has time for a hug and a blanket hand-off before Julius is wheels up, on his way back to Edmonton for his own final game.
Seasonâs blanket tally: Julius: 3, Jared: 1. Embarrassing considering their respective place in the standings, but Jared made the mistake of motivating Julius Halla.
Jared would prefer something a little more chill than the trays of shots going around, people screaming to one another over the music, but he knows itâs what the majority wants, and heâs fine sitting in a corner with Gabe and Stephen, sharing judgmental looks as everyone else makes fools of themselves. Well, sharing judgmental looks with Stephen. Gabe just looks on indulgently.
Look at Jared contentedly sitting with the marrieds, sharing mean telepathic comments with Stephen. Heâs having fun.
It takes a couple more rounds, along with Gabe and Stephen abandoning him with some excuse about being âold and tiredâ (Gabe) and ânot old or tired, thank you, but I do have work tomorrowâ (Stephen)
Fair (Gabe), and lie (Stephen.) Stephen does have work tomorrow. Heâs also getting sleepy.
âIt was a competition,â Bryce says. âAnd I lost.â
âOr maybe you won?â Jared asks. âBy not drinking more? Maybe that was the real way to win?â
Bryce considers this seriously for a moment, then shakes his head. âNo.â
Bryce really mulling over whether thatâs the point of drinking contests for a minute, he lost so badly.
âAlright, time to head home then, loser,â Jared says.
Two of the younger players give Jared absolutely scandalized looks. Kids these days have such delicate sensibilities.
âI meant it affectionately,â Jared says.
âI know you did, babe,â Bryce says. âItâs like, your love language.â
Jaredâs love language: snark
Bryceâs love language: all of them
Actual love languages though: physical touch and/or quality time(Jared) and seriously, all of them (Bryce), but gift giving probably edges the rest out.
Bryce slumps into Jared in the Uber, and Jared wraps an arm around him, making supportive noises while Bryce mumbles to him about how he thinks Oksana might have a hollow leg.
âMaybe she stores it all in those five inch heels she wears,â Jared says.
Oksana is 5â4â. Her husband is 6â2â. She needs the damn heels or sheâll get a crick in her neck.
Her leg may or may not be hollow.
âOkay, okay, youâre a heavyweight,â Jared says.
âThank you,â Bryce says, then slumps right back into him, and Jared fights a smile, wrapping his arm around him as they drive into the ink dark night.
âSuper heavyweight,â Bryce murmurs.
In amateur boxing, Bryce, at 205 lbs, would be a super heavyweight (200+). Yes, he did fall into a rabbit hole about boxing one night many years ago when he was supposed to be doing a project for school. No, the project did not get turned in on time. Yes, he still does know random facts he learned that night. No, none of them have actually been relevant until right this moment.
Jaredâs so fucking sick of the Kansas City Scouts.
Itâs you!! Itâs always you!!
Think how heated the blanket warâs going to be when Julius is in KC.
Jared shaves his still patchy beard, taking his time. The last thing he needs is to show up to media day nicked up because he was in too shitty a mood to do it right. He looks better after he does it, but his face feels naked, wrong. He hates the playoff beard tradition â even if he could pull it off, and he definitely canât, shaving it off feels like the worst kind of penance, forced to look in the mirror when the last thing anyone wants to do is look themselves in the eye.
Seriously though. âHere is a tradition where if you lose, you have to look at yourself in the mirror and shave away the physical embodiment of your hopes and dreamsâ. Absolutely brutal, hockey.
âWhat are you doing?â Bryce says when Jared pulls the covers back. âNo, stop.â
He thinks Jared is about to try to get him out of bed. If he knew cuddling was coming heâd be fine with this.
âHey,â Jared says, nudging his knee against Bryceâs under the covers.
âYou want to talk about it?â Bryce asks.
âNot really,â Jared says.
âThank fuck,â Bryce says, then buries his face in Jaredâs neck, curling into him while Jared strokes a hand through his hair.
Physical touch and quality time, baby.
âWant to go sulk in the sulking room?â Jared asks.
âStop calling it that,â Bryce says. Jared would like to note that is not a no.
I was informed by a reader that the word boudoir is from bouder (to pout/sulk), so it literally translates into âa place to sulkâ, or âsulking roomâ. Which is incredible. Bryceâs boudoir, everybody.
âBeen a hell of a year, huh?â Brian says.
âYou could say that, yeah,â Jared says.
âGood one, though,â Brian says. âShit, I meant a good one for the Canucks, not necessarily â obviously Bryce being injured, and you and Bryce having to come out wasââ
âIt was a good one,â Jared interrupts.
Jared would not typically interrupt his boss, but Brian sometimes wears this look on his face like âplease stop me the words keep comingâ, and Jared will do so if he sees it. He knew what Brian meant.
âI want you to keep doing what youâre doing,â Brian says. âI mean, on the ice, not â obviously keep doing what youâre doing off the ice if you want to, itâs just none of my business. I mean technically â Iâm going to sip my coffee for a moment, excuse me.â
Sometimes Brian stops himself, though.
âItâs a bit unorthodox to be telling another player before â but youâre his husband, and after the year heâs had I donât want to ââ
Brian really doesnât want to add to Bryceâs load. Everyone seems to think Bryce would want it (Team leadership, coaching staff), but Brian figures it doesnât hurt to check one last time with the person whoâd know best.
Jaredâs barely put the groceries away when Bryce texts him saying heâs on his way back. To be fair, that included clearing the fridge and pantry of everything expired, because otherwise their new groceries werenât all going to fit, and also finding then rescuing the pucks from under the sink, where Bryce must have put them at the height of the sulk.
Stupid pucks. Who cares. Game-winners didnât win the SERIES, do they.
Jared sits on the couch and waits for Bryce, trying to look casual. Fidgets with the remote, though heâs turned the TV off â having it on distracted him from his casual pose. Jared considers that maybe staring fixedly at a blank TV isnât actually casual, but then itâs too late, because over the completely silent TV he can hear a key in the lock.
I still canât believe this dude thought he would be able to pretend he wasnât married to Bryce.
âTheyâre giving me an A!â Bryce calls the second he opens the door. âJ!â
âWhat?â Jared says, and puts the remote down, standing up. âReally?â
âBrian told me he talked to you about it, you donât have to pretend to be surprised,â Bryce says.
It was an absolutely pitiful attempt at ignorance. Somehow Jared had an accent?
Also I love that every time Bryce has good news he rushes to tell Jared. It's not real until Jared knows.
âI know,â Jared says. He really should, though. The receiptâs the length of his arm, and theyâll probably have to leave a bunch of it at Elaineâs, it was so excessive. âIâm really proud of you. You deserve it.â
Jared is NOT a words of affirmation person, and this is honestly huge from him? Saying that without any jokes or backsliding or anything, just that heâs proud of him.
Bryce somehow gets even more radiant. Jared didnât think that was possible. âBrian said I was a glue guy.â
âYou are a glue guy,â Jared says.
From locker room cancer to glue guy. Iâm so proud of him.
âNot a thing people used to call me,â Bryce says. âNot a thing I used to be, though, so thatâs fair.â
Jared would protest, but itâs not like Bryce is lying. âYou werenât in the right place yet.â
Heâs come so far, truly. Got a bit misty writing this scene due to just how far Bryce has come.
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The good, The bad, And the ugly
â Jaden Hossler x Landon Barker
â Rook Cappellettly x Travis Barker
Jaden had been finalizing his album tracklist when he turned around, seeking Landon's opinion on it. "Hey Land-" he quieted when he found his boyfriend asleep, an arm tucked safely underneath himself. "...and you're asleep" Jaden knew Landon was worrying about his father, they all were.
⥠⥠âĄ
Being stirred awake; Landon groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. He'd been comfortable and deep in sleep. "Whaat?" Landon mumbled when he felt the bed dip.
"Can't let you sleep all day" Jaden sat on the edge of his bed and flipped the pillow back up. He carded a hand through Landon's curls, reading a text from cooper. "I know you're not sleeping much as it is." Jaden poped a sweet tart in his mouth, grinning when he felt Landon's arms come around his neck.
"You could..." his head rested on Jaden's shoulder. "That obvious?" Landon instinctually shut his eyes again as Jaden's fingers played at his curls. The feeling was a mundane comfort to him.
Jaden sucked at the sour sweet candy in his mouth. Scoffing as Landon thought it hadn't been obvious. "I was up half the night on the phone with you becuase you couldn't settle." He turned as much as possible, looking at his boyfriend. "Landon, you worrying about him is valid but you can't fixate on it."
Landon loved Jaden, he knew the musician was the kind to sit and listen on the bad days. "Just can't get it off my mind" it was one of the man's better qualities.
He thought for moment, pursing his lips. "I have to be over at Kells' later" Jaden spoke, "Come with me and just chill out for a bit" He was sure Kells wouldn't mind, it was Landon after all. "Get your mind off your dad and onto something else."
"You sure he won't mind?" He cracked a smile when Jaden took his hand. "Kells usually has a hundred different things going" Landon admited he would miss Jaden once the volt left for tour.
"I'm not gonna see much of you once I get on that bus other than video calls and maybe the odd show." Jaden kissed Landon's fingers; pulling him into a kiss. "He's not going to care, open door policy." He shrugged, grinning when Landon hid in his hoodie.
"Mm, I'll go then" Landon hummed softly; running a hand over Jaden's shoulder. "It's the best we can do with they way things are lately." He looked up at his boyfriend and returned the kiss.
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Jaden was barely in the door and was met with the smell of Baze cooking and the sound of Slim teasing the bassist about being the perfect 'wife' and always taking care of him. "The normal shit, chaos and the like" he looked up hearing Kells call out.
"I expected you so I wasn't gonna clean up much but seeing you brought Landon, I feel like I should have." Colson knew about the two and grinned as Jaden's arm was around the boy and Landon without thought took comfort from his boyfriend. "He texted Rook a bit ago, they landed and they're okay."
Landon may have been a little annoyed his father texted Rook first; but was glad to know his dad was safe. "At least there's that" he smiled at kells's other comment and shrugged. "I've been here before, I know what to expect."
He rolled his eyes as Kells teased him. "Invite me but be more happy to see my boyfriend" Jaden let his arm drop as Rook came in. Not entirely sure if Travis had said anything to him.
"I knew before Travis, figured you two were dating when I found him in your hoodie" Rook pointed out, looking at Jaden, remembering he had a message for Landon. "You..." he spun and looked to the boy. "....should text your father."
Landon raised an eyebrow in question. "Wh-"
"Tried to call you earlier, said you didn't answer." He said on his way to the kitchen. "Just let him know where you are." Rook wasn't sure he wanted to be on his boyfriend's bad side about the man's kids.
Jaden let go of a relieved sigh and looked at Landon, the revelation of his boyfriend wearing his hoodie was a needed dose of serotonin. "That isn't a bad idea."
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Rook smiled as he had an eye on jaden and Landon, the two currently in a war over the marshmallows and who was going to roast them. "Those two are a couple of in love idiots" he snapped a video, sending it to Travis.
Picking his phone up whilst in the middle of a meeting; Travis turned his volume up slightly. Watching the video, he took comfort in knowing Landon was able to let go of the nerves and enjoy himself. 'Glad you found something to occupy him đ love you'
'Hate you too đđ€«' he sent the text and looked up to see Landon in the middle of shushing Jaden by shoving a marshmallow in the boys mouth. "Damn, you won that one Landon." Rook chuckled as Jaden accepted defeat and got to roasting the marshmallows.
Jaden pulled the sleeves of his hoodie up; using the edge of the flame to toast the marshammlows without burning them. "What, do I look like a foot rest?" He smiled when Landon's shoes came off and his feet in his lap.
"Mm, yeah isn't that obvious?" Landon stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend, looking up when Colson came over string next to Rook.
Colson joined them outside and passed the blunt off to Rook. "He looks happy" he spoke quietly so only Rook heard. Pulling a chair over to the pit; Colson sat down.
Taking a drag off Colson's blunt; Rook smiled at his friends comment. "Mm, they were fighting over marshmallows a minute ago." He stretched his legs out in front of him. "Jaden's been good with him the last day or so."
Taking the blunt back; Colson held a breath for a moment before blowing a perfect O in the the weed smoke. "You know..." he looked to his friend, grinning as Rook was calm and had a look of pride on his face. "This dad thing looks good on you."
Carefully sliding the hot end of the stick in; Jaden popped the marshmallows off and handed one to Landon.
Running a hand through his hair; Rook titled his head and groaned. "You think? I'm. scared to death he's going to hate me or something." He mumbled.
Colson snickered and shook his head. "Nahh, he's not going to hate you" he smiled. "Every parent has that fear, it's normal." He did understand though in some capacity why Rook would worry more, being Travis's partner and all.
Alabama heard what Colson said and smiled as Rook's expression contorted. "It's sort of hard to hate the cool dad." She said before going over and teasing Landon simply becuase he was her bother and he'd take it.
â â â
"Why the hell not!" Landon most of the time liked Rook, but at the moment he was pissed off at him for not being allowed to go out and do something. "I'm not a little kid"
"First of all, you're still legally a kid" Rook wasn't about to let his boyfriend's kid, regardless of the boy being 17, go out and make the same mistakes he did. "You barely look 17 as it is, you're not going."
"It's not like I'm going to do anything stupid." He was frustrated and knew he was loosing ground but was headstrong and didn't want to give up. "It isn't like you didn't do any of it."
Travis walked in the front door to find Landon sassing Rook, hearing his son's last remark; he stepped into the kitchen, clearing his throat. "thatâs no way to talk to your stepfather" he looked at Landon, cocking an eyebrow as the boy spun around. He looked at his son as if to dare him.
Rook whipped around when he heard his boyfriend speak, it was moments like this he was glad to see Travis home. He was shocked at the older man's use of the word 'stepfather.' Rook was about to speak but wasn't sure he'd be able to piece together a decent sentence.
"stepfather?" Landon found himself irritated by the word at the moment. "Oh please! He's not even 10 years older than me." He looked at his father, mirroring the same stubbornness. "In fact me and rook are closer in age than you two are!"
He looked at Rook and back to his son. "There's a hell of a difference between 17 and 27" Travis waited for Landon to realized what he just said. "I don't what you're so mad over but I know you're still a child, my child."
Seeing the reality that he'd just lost; Landon felt like a little kid as his fathers expression was unchanged and fixed on him.
"You're allowed to be mad but you don't get to use his mistakes against him." Travis looked up and he heard the door open. His eyes settling on Jaden. That wasn't his concern. "Do yourself a favour, apologize and go take a few minutes and calm down."
â â â
Jaden had held back for a minute to get the story from Rook before walking out to the pool where he found Landon. "Tough break, huh?" He was in shorts already so he sat down, dipping his legs in the cool water.
Hearing Jaden; he nodded and brought a hand up to his boyfriend's knee. "Sort of got mad at Rook and dad walked in."
Jaden understood both Rook and Landon's point of views but ultimately sided with Rook on this one. "Rook told me what happened." He tipped Landon's head up "I have to side with him though." Jaden knew how one drink could become two and then 'one more.'
Travis & Rook
Rook let himself be pulled into Travis's arms and slipped his own around the drummer. He hated having to be the one to say no what Travis wasn't around, it always ended the same, mostly with Landon. "Jesus christ."
Travis brought Rook into a hug, running a hand over the man's arm. "Still sure you wanna be with a man with kids?" He joked as Rook's hands plastered against his back.
"No talking" he wanted a moment of peace as it had been tense all morning and half of the night before. "Just quiet and this." Rook nuzzled his head into Travis's jacket, taking in the smell of salt water.
Jaden and Landon
Landon pulled Jaden into the pool letting him come back up before latching onto his boyfriend. "I hate you for being right" he grinned when Jaden's arms came around his waist.
"So your used the step father word huh?" He flicked his now wet hair out of his eyes and kissed Landon's nose. "Are they..." Jaden wasn't sure how Landon would react to the question.
"He did, I don't really know if he's thinking about asking him." Landon hoped his father would talk to him and Alabama about it first.
Jaden wasn't about to let on that Travis had talked about it in the studio recently. "You think you'll be okay of he does ask Rook?" He let go of Landon and smiled as his boyfriend thought over the question.
Looking at Jaden; he treaded water wondering why he was asking. "I'm not sure, it didn't really start to bother me until they got serious." He didn't mind Rook, but he was protective of his father and it scared him. "Rook seems to make my dad happy." As long as he'd remembered he and his sister had been their dad's #1's.
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Dasi High, for really reals
Finally got a first chapter I actually like!
I walked an expanse of endless sand. The night desert air carried hints of spice and stone and worried at my exposed skin with cutting cold teeth. I shivered and rubbed my arms in annoyance. This part of the dream was getting old.
But I knew that just over that dune lay a fire, and around the fire, figures danced.
Their long shadows cast out like the tails of an inverse sun, snapping and cracking like dark twins to the flames they danced around. Music made of wind and whispers pulled at me, urged me to come down, come dance, become a shadow.
Iâd never once made it down to the circle.
I didnât dream this scene every night, but Iâd dreamt it often enough to be annoyed with its tantalizing tease. If I didn'tâ waste so much time on the stupid sands, I might finally get to see who danced in that circle. A figure always broke off, coming to meet me half way, and though I got a little closer every time--
âItâs the top of the hour, and youâre listening to WKSR!â
I smashed my hand against the alarm clock, wishing I could hurl it into the dreamscapeâs flames.
Never make a song you love your alarm tone, unless youâre ready to hate that song forever. That goes double if its from show you used to really love, but now associate with rage and dreamus interruptus and can never watch again. I flopped forcefully back against my pillow, tempted as always to just go back to sleep. What was out here for me in this world of pop songs and overly enthusiastic radio announcers?
Plenty, was the answer, and after a while the ennui of waking left me, and I rolled out of bed to wash the sand of sleep from my eyes. - âHey.â
I looked up to see Brass standing in front of my desk, something held to his chest. Since it was neither latte nor donut, it was hard to muster interest in it this early in the morning. When he set the crusty old book down on my desk like it was supposed to mean something, I just stared up at him.
âSince when do you read?â I teased. Picking on Brass was one of the constants in my world. Sky was blue, grass was green, Brass and I bickered and teased.
He gave me a half-hearted smirk, but I could tell he was distracted. I leaned back in my chair, cocking my head in what I hoped was a sympathetic manner. This was why we hadnât worked as a couple. Teasing I got. Real emotions? They seemed weird between me and Brass. And it was way too early for it. Best to just let him get it off his chest and get it over with.
He drew a deep breath in through his nose, reminding me way to much of all the times heâd started âa talkâ. It was hard not to get automatically defensive.
âSo you know how my mom runs that homeopahtic shop or whatever?â
I nodded, biting my tongue to keep from interrupting him. Weâd been friends since diapers. I knew his mom as well as I knew my own. Maybe better. âAuntâ Cynthia was way cooler than my stick in the mud mom. And her shop carried some of the coolest stuff. Suddenly this rusty crusty Giles-like book got a lot more interesting.
âWhatâs with the Necronomicon?â
âItâs not a--â
He cut off, his mouth twisting in that sideway grimace that made his nose scrunch. I hated that I still thought it was cute. I distracted myself from it by flipping open the tome. âTomeâ had a lot better ring to it. Yeah, I was liking this tome more and more.
âApparently itâs a grimoire. Mom likes to collect them for old recipes and stuff, but this one...â
His fidgeting was enough to ruin the mystical communion I was trying to have with my cool new book. I propped my face on a fist, giving him a sort of âspill itâ gesture with my eyebrows. I did a lot of talking with my eyebrows. I had expressive eyebrows, worked hard to get âem that way. They were kind of my signature thing now. I hoped. Too cool to speak. Talk to the brows. Yeah.
Brass wilted under my killer gaze, reaching down to flip a page in the book. I felt weirdly protective of it, annoyed that heâd dared touch it--even though it was his book. Just because heâd put it on my desk didnât mean he was giving it to me.
âI thought you should have it,â he said, seeming to echo my thoughts. I felt immediately embarrassed and empowered at the idea. Heck yeah, bow before my cool mind powers--but ick, stay out of my thoughts. Especially since I still kind of like you. Double ick.
âBrass, what about this crusty old book makes you think I should have it?â
When in doubt, pretend you donât want it. Lessons learned from Sassy the Cat of Homeward Bound fame.
âCause youâre crusty old news!â
Izzy wrapped her hands around Brassâs arm, giving me her âtrying too hard to be cuteâ nose-wrinkled grin. Brassâs nose wrinkle was better. But hers was cute, I could admit. Much easier to admit since I knew her passes at Brass didnât mean anything. Izzy didnât want to date him any more than I had. Sheâd just been smart enough to say no when heâd asked. Which made him more fun to flirt with now, I guess. I dunno. The mind of an Izzy is a mystery.
âNo,â Brass said tightly, trying on the new tactic of âignore the PDAâ. Good for him. The blushing had been cute, but it made him look easy to rile. More fun to tease. Stoic man, that was the way.
âI thought she should have it because--â
âThe vibes!â Dani invited themself in our conversation and I tried not to sigh. I loved my friends, I really did. We were tight, tighter than family. But now they were going to chat all through homeroom and there would be no coffee, no book, no ten minute nap. My desk had become socializing central.
âItâs the vibes, right?â Dani insisted, helping themself to my book. I let out a protest as they picked it up, but too little too late. They turned the book over and over, as if looking for a review or pricetag or something. âThis thing totally has spooky vibes, just like our Ki.â
âItâs because sheâs a Scorpio.â Oh great. Landon had invited himself over too. Party and Kieshaâs desk. âScorpioâs exude a mysterious energy. But theyâre secretly big cry babies.â
I stuck my tongue out at Landon-the-know-it-all, but he ignored me.
âNo,â Brass insisted, taking his book back once again. He spread it out over my desk again, opening it back to that same page. It looked like a family tree. He ran a finger over the lines, indicating a very familiar name.
âItâs because itâs literally got her name on it.â
Everyone leaned in, casting an actual shadow on the page they crowded so close. It made the age-faded ink even harder to parse, but the âKieshaâ Brass had indicated was plain enough.
My book.
The urge to close it up and clutch it to my chest nearly overwhelmed me. Instead I leaned away, ostensibly to let everyone else get a better look. In truth, I hated ever looking too interested in anything. I had always been so obnoxious with my interests as a child. I never let anyone see anymore when I was really into something. Always play it cool.
But the book called to me, and the more I held myself back from it, the more I wanted to pour through its pages, discover its secrets. It was my book. It had my name on it. Fate had sent it to me.
My friendâs chattered turned to white noise in my ear. Distantly, I caught snatches of âwhere did you get it?â and âthatâs so cool!â but all I could really hear was the pounding of my own heart in my ears. It felt like drums, dusky and ancient, and more important than anything else that might happen that day. Damn you, Brass, for giving me something so cool at the start of the school day. This was going to taunt me all day, just like that stupid fire circle.
I swooned as the beat of my heart joined the whispers of smoke and song. A hand on my shoulder made me jump. I blinked up into Brassâs concerned face.
âKi? You okay?â
I nodded, shaky and shaken. I needed some air.
âSkipped breakfast. Could one of you snag me something from the vending machines?â
Izzy nodded and hopped off, knowing Brass would be completely distracted by concern for my well-being now. He still hovered like a protective mother hen, even though weâd broken up months ago. Talk about your brooding hero. Dani pulled Landon away and I sent a silent thank you to them for wrangling their snotty boyfriend. Landon was a great study buddy, but he had the personality of Metamusil. Good for you, probably, when you were ancient. We were too young and cool for his old man routine.
Brass crouched down by my desk so I didnât have to crane up at him.
âAre you really good?â
I nodded, letting myself rest my head on his shoulder. Brass was a constant, weird ex or not. Heâd been childhood friend longer than heâd been my... whatever weâd been, and enough time had passed that I could let myself take comfort from him again.
âSorry about the book thing. I can--â
âItâs great.â
I cut him off before he could finish whatever heâd been about to say. I wasnât about to let my âbe coolâ rule part me from my book. I pulled back to better look at him.
âI do really like it, weirdness or not. Thanks for thinking of me.â
âOf course.â
He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead, then stood and beat a retreat to his side of the classroom. Izzy came back with a Coke and some donut sticks, and I slid the book into my bag before any sticky accidents could befall it.
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Jonsa Halloween Day 2: singing to the stranger, begging for his kiss (colors)
Written for @jonsa-halloween Day 2: Colors
The hall was awash with color, and from her vantage point at the back, Sansa could see it all. Â
 The flicker of flames from the candles fashioned by House Waxley illuminated on the stone walls, autumn scents of rich nutmeg and cinnamon-roasted apple and mulled spice floating on the air. Pumpkins, the largest of all those grown in Westeros sheâd heard, adorned the tables, flanked by squashes and gourds for the smallfolk to take home after theyâd done their decorative duties. Strings of sewn leaves that matched the colors of those outside stretched from sconce to sconce,
 And in between, the crowds themselves were a vibrant departure from the plain dark cloaks and furs of grey and black. Whereas usually house sigils provided the only bits of color in a sea of monotony, now there was nary a sigil in sight, unless one counted Ser Hubert Hersy wearing outrageously oversized white wings and holding a chalice in hand or Ser Uther Shett dressed as a seagull. Â
 The costumes of many women were even more elaborate. The likenesses of Shiera Seastar, Princess Nymeria, and Sharra the Witch Queen filled the hall, interspersed among horned unicorns and mermaids and wood nymphs. Girls of all ages wore the floating fabrics of Lady Alyssa Arryn, tears of shimmering blue and silver painting their cheeks, even while they were all smiles. Sansa would have once envied them their extravagant appearances, spending years coveting the bright yellow and blue of one of the branches of House Flint and the pretty violet lilies of House Fenn, bored by the dull white and grey of House Stark. Â
 She smoothed over the dress she wore now, all dyed grey, a simple bodice that fit her snuggly and a skirt of wool flaring outward from the waist. Alayne would have looked down at such a drab shade, and truth be told, Sansa would have too, but that was the color of freedom now, of anonymity. With her darkened hair and her unadorned silver mask, she thought even she herself would be hard pressed to recognize herself in such a guise. Â
The most flamboyant costumes of those up on the dais caught her eyeâhuge hoop skirts, towering hats, and embellished cloaks made of velvet and satin and exotic furs. Across the hall, seated among them, Alyssa Stone dazzled in Alayneâs silk dress of mockingbird gold and her ornate mask imported from Braavos. They looked similar enough, and in the darkness with the ale flowing freely, Sansa knew anyone would be hard pressed to tell the difference, yet she still worried the deception would be discovered.
 âI would die to be a lordâs daughter, even just for a night,â Alyssa sighed weeks ago as they sat sewing the garlands of leaves after Sweetrobinâs host of Winged Knights had exited the room with the little lord, each taking a bow before Alayne as they did so.Â
âLittlefinger isnât a lord here, not truly,â Sansa had said, sharper than she should have. âHeâs only regent for Sweerobin.â
 âClose enough!â Alyssa said. The handmaid snatched Alayneâs mask from her wardrobe, which Littlefinger had gifted her with earlier that morning, and held it up to her face. âIt was your suggestion for the feast to be a masquerade, after allâŠâ
 It had not taken much more convincing than that, the mere inkling of an idea, and so when theyâd dressed earlier this evening, Sansa had let down her hair in simple curls and Alyssa pinned hers up in elaborate twists anchored by a golden comb inset with glittering black diamonds, and when theyâd emerged from her chambers, no one had been the wiser. Â
 Once Sansa had dreamed of harvest feasts and masked balls, and while she still did revel in the magic of it all, in those dreams she had danced, she had fluttered her lashes at the knights who drew here interest, and she had shared sweet kisses with them. She had never imagined she would instead be trapped beneath the watchful eye of a man who called her daughter yet wanted her for himself or be pestered by an intended suitor who saw her as merely a conquest, with whom there would be no love, only desire until his interest waned. In those dreams, she had been among her true family, and in the comforts of her home, and she had always been Sansa, never Alayne.
And so for tonight she decided to call herself Jeyne, a common enough name not likely to arouse any suspicions, the name of her closest friend from Winterfell whose memory still pulled at her heart. Sansa vowed she would find her someday, once she escaped this place. Jeyne had shared those same dreams with her, and Sansa remembered the faces sheâd pull whenever her friend sighed over Robb, how they had tittered together over Lord Beric Dondarrion, and how Jeyne had once squealed when Sansa admitted she wondered how Ser Waymar Royce most liked to be kissed, earning a sharp glare from Septa Mordane.
 Now, though, those intentions seemed positively innocent. Sansa would be lying if she said she had not thought of far more than gentle kisses nowadays and if she denied being curious about the things Myranda spoke of. She craved the brief, easy whirlwinds of romance the older girl and her handmaids shared in hushed whispers, to merely experience what exhilarations of youth had been stolen from her when they took her fatherâs head and Cerseiâs demands turned her captive. She wanted a single night where she did not have to play this game, a moment where she felt liberated, no longer the little bird kept in a cage. She knew it was silly, maybe stupid even, but she could not help but hope for a kiss and perhaps more with a man she found dashing, a man who cared little or not at all if she bore a bastard name, a man who wouldnât laugh at her blushing the way Harry sometimes did when she pushed away his insistent hands or turned her cheek to him. Â
 The feast cleared quickly despite the many rounds, and soon the musicians struck up âFair Maids of Summerâ in celebration of the true end of the season. Sansa watched a couple dressed as Jonquil and Florian take the floor, another garbed as Lady Shella and her Rainbow Knight soon following. Alyssa danced with Ser Harrold, and the fact that it seemed he couldnât tell the difference only confirmed what a dolt he truly was. They would giggle about this later, Sansa knew; Alyssa had become a true friend in the time they spent together, as true a friend as Alayne could have anyway.
 Sansa herself set her sights on the handsome knights and men-at-arms seated at the long tables on the floor and below the salt. Some she recognized from the tournament where Sweetrobin had crowned his Winged Knights, but Harry had filled her sights then, and most of them wouldnât have dared to look askance at the daughter of Lord Baelish or cross Ser Harrold by intruding on his betrothed. She was no longer confined though; now she was free to choose, and she eagerly drank them in.
 The seven sons of House Sunderland all equally striking, even dressed as the seven drunken oarsmen. She admired Ser Cadwyn Egen and his riot of blonde curls, Ser Osbert Woodhull and his sweet smile, and how Ser Robbett Ruthermont so tall she would have had to crane her neck to glimpse his face if he held her in his arms. And then there were some things about them she liked for no reason at all it seemed: the way Ser Symon Crayne wore the collar of his shirt open to expose his chest, how Ser Landon Hunter looked exceptionally good in his tight huntsman breeches, what it would sound like for Jace Stone, a bastard son from one of the Templeton branches, to whisper in her ear with his deep voice. Â
 She avoided Ser Morgarth and Ser Byron as she made her rounds. Ser Byron was good looking enough, but Sansa didnât trust him more than her arm could reach, and the risk of recognition there would be too great anyhow. There were plenty of others, who came from lands afar and would return there after this night, and it did not take long until she was swept into the throng by Walder Upcliff.
 He wore a high-necked cloak and a white mask, and she could smell ale already on his breath. She tried to engage him in cordial conversation, but Walder seemed far more interested in glancing down her dress than meeting her eye. With his leering smile and the way his hands dug into her hips to hold her closer than she would have liked, Sansa was grateful when the song changed, and he evidently lost interest in the slow, mournful rhythm of âFallen Leaves.â
 She participated in dancing the steps of the next few songs, a reel and a quick number where she spun from one partner to another, laughing breathlessly.  Â
 âSer Andar,â she said, looking up at the knight with whom sheâd had the fortune to finish the previous song. Ser Andar was every bit the picture of gallantry and comeliness, with his wavy golden hair, broad chest, and hands that spanned her waist. âItâs so lovely to see you this evening.â
 He frowned. âBeg pardon, have we met?â
 âOh, Iâm Lady Eleshamâs handmaid. Jeyne,â she said, catching herself. âI admired your performance in the tournament of the Winged Knights. Itâs a shame Lord Arryn did not choose you for his guard. I can think of no one more deserving.â
 He did smile at that. No matter how stoic he was, it seemed he enjoyed flattery as much as anyone else. Â
 âYouâre so strong,â she said, running her hands along the muscles in his arms.
 âItâs only sword work,â he said. âIt requires none of the great effort needed to tend your lady, I imagine.â
 She giggled, reaching up to touch her hair. She found herself not minding so much if Ser Andar found it fit to study the bosom of her dress, and she found herself very much wantonly wishing to draw his attention to the curves of her body there.
 His attention seemed elsewhere though, either that or he possessed a remarkable streak of honor that no other man could manage to compete with, for he steadfastedly maintained his gaze on some point over her shoulder. Â
 âExcuse me,â he said as the last chords of âThe Bear and the Maiden Fairâ faded, and he disappeared in the direction of one of Sweetrobinâs Winged Knights. Â
 It was no matter, though. Sansa turned, and she whirled right into the arms of another. Â
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Light In The Dark
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: All you want is some relaxation after a stressful day. But your neighbor upsets your plans as he decided to workout - half-naked.
Warnings: none Word count: 1,610
>>Life isn't just about darkness or light, rather it's about finding light within the darkness.<< - Landon Parham
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You didnât know how this got out of hand, but here you were:
Sitting on your bed at 10 pm, dressed in a silky nightgown with spaghetti straps and waiting for your neighbor to appear by the window opposite the street.
It felt wrong watching your neighbor work out half naked, but also - and for this very reason - exciting.
It had all started three days ago. You'd just come home after a stressful day at work plus a very exhausting Pilates class. So you performed; after a nice hot shower; your relaxing-ritual, which included changing into your comfy clothes, removing your makeup and grabbing a bowl of your favorite ice cream.
"Much better", you sighed as you sat on your bed. Taking a spoon full of peanut butter chocolate goodness, you spent the evening by watching a movie on your phone.
Well, that was the plan. Because shortly after the movie's intro, something else caught your eye. You looked up and glanced out of your window and there he was - your naked neighbor.Â
At first you'd thought he had just taken a shower and averted your gaze immediately.Â
Oh my god! Is this really happening?!
A little embarrassed, you allowed yourself another glance and were greeted by his naked and muscular back. To your defense, it was hard to not look at him as his illuminated window was the only source of light in the night's darkness. And so must have been yours.Â
Suddenly, you felt a knot of panic growing in your stomach at the thought of him seeing you like that - baggy clothes, messy bun and a big ice-cream bowl in your hands. Not a good first impression.Â
You peeked over your glasses, trying your best to keep your head down, but he was gone. It would have been a lie to say that you didn't care, because all you wanted was to take a closer look at him.
So needless to say that a wave of relief washed over you when he all of a sudden appeared. He'd stood up from the ground, walking around his room while stretching his arms. You watched, and saw him go down again.Â
That was the moment you'd realized that your neighbor wasn't naked, but half-naked while seemingly working out. Pondering what to do, you quickly closed the curtains before he got up again. Your heart was beating way too fast and a glimpse at the full-length mirror next to you revealed your blushed cheeks.Â
How could a stranger have such an effect on you, making your knees turn weak just at the sight of his toned body?Â
You blamed your 22-year-old-virgin-ass for that. It was all your hormonesâ fault for acting like a teenage girl and dressing up for him since that incident. You knew it was stupid, but you couldnât help it. In case you would see him again, youâd replaced your oversized white T-Shirt and old sweatpants with a slinky nightgown. Bless your best friend for donating that piece to you.
Finally, after two days of no sign of life, the room of your neighbor lightened up. On cue, you gave the book in your hands your full attention, swirling a strand of hair as you read. You secretly hoped that he saw you - at least you had turned on the ceiling light instead of the table lamp.
Suddenly, a vibration sound made you look on the display of your phone. You unlocked it and tapped on the new message. It was your friend.
>>And? Is Mr. Nudie in sight?<<, she wanted to know and you smiled.Â
Of course you had told her about your discovery. Besides, it was said best friend who had equipped you with your new sleeping outfit. She was as excited as you were. On her demand, you had to provide her with every single detail when you saw him again.Â
>>Yes.<<
>>Oh my god! Okay, good luck. Tell me about it later.<<
Still smiling, you put your phone away and dared to raise your gaze. Your neighbor stood by his window and you froze. It wasnât due to the fact has his ripped upper body was exposed, because you were already used to that.Â
No.Â
You were petrified with horror, because his eyes were directly set on you. Or so you thought.
He had both of his arms up, leaning against the window with his face directed to you.
Even though you wanted him so see you, it was overwhelming. Time seemed to stand still as your shy gaze admired his soft curled chestnut hair. You couldnât see his face, but you guessed him to be around your age.Â
You noticed that he didnât move and it made you nervous. Should you do something?Â
He stayed like that for a while before he went back to his workout. You sighed. Turning the unread page of your book, you watched your neighbor lifting some dumbbells. After two sets of twenty repetitions, you came to a decision.Â
Ignoring your wildly striking heart and any doubts, you stood up and slowly approached your window. With your hands on the windowsill, you openly savored his appearance - how his abs deliciously twitched every time he lifted the dumbbell; or him shaking his head to get the sweaty curl out of his face. Each move left you crave for more and you asked yourself - was meant more?
You watched as his repetitions got slower, until he stopped. With anticipation filling your body, you monitored your neighbor closely walking to his window. This time, you were able to tell that he was good-looking.Â
It was hard to see from afar, but you swore that his eyes had the most alluring dark brown shade youâd ever seen. A smile flits across his face and you couldnât defend yourself against its power.
Then, he raised his hand to wave at you.Â
You took a deep breath and waved back.Â
God, you were flirting with a man whose name you didnât even know. But at that moment that seemed irrelevant. All that mattered was the addicting rush of adrenalin that pumped through your veins.Â
He pointed out his index finger, signalizing you to wait as he disappeared. You used the time to retouch your hair, bringing enough volume to your roots and nibbling on your lips so they were flushed and plump.
Around a minute later, he came back and held a piece of paper against the window that said:
Tom.
Your heart skipped a beat. Tom. His name was Tom.Â
You spun around, eager to find a pen and something to write on. And after you successfully wrote your name on the backside of a notepad, you showed it to Tom. He smiled; the kind of smile that turned your legs into pudding and you imagined some cute wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.
The piercing ringing tone of your phone caught you off guard and made you visibly flinch.Â
Jesus ChristâŠ
A look at Tomâs wide grin confirmed your fear that he saw it. Annoyed, you turned your head to spot your momâs face on the display. Crap, you had totally forgotten about her weekly call! You glanced one last time to Tom and waved goodbye.Â
Maybe you misinterpreted it, but his slouched shoulders made you believe that he was rather sad about your early leave.
âHey, Mom!â, you beamed as you picked up her call. It took you acting skills to hide the disappointment linger in your voice.Â
âWhat took you so long? Are you busy?â, she asked. That was typical of her - always worried.
âNo, I was at the bathroomâ, you lied and blushed. If only she knew the truth.
âI see. So how have you been?â
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Slowly but surely, Tom became a part of your everyday life.Â
As soon as the night fell and darkness laid its veil among the world, it was Tom who brought back some light. No matter how stressful or bad your day was - Tom would always cheer you up. He seemed to sense your emotions and did his best to distract you from whatever burdened you.
He even did a handstand and back flips once to put a smile on your face. And it worked.
It was Wednesday, somewhat around 5 pm when you got home and were greeted by the two huge rubbish bags in your kitchen. You were supposed to take them out yesterday, but you were too exhausted for any physical activity. Including meeting Tom by the window.Â
Sighing in defeat, you grabbed the two bags and made your way outside. The garbage containers were thankfully close to your door and so you were more than relieved as you got rid of the weight.
Closing the lit of one of the containers, you heard footsteps behind you.Â
âLook at that, she is alive!â, a male voice said and you frowned. Was he talking to you? Just to be on the safe side, you turned around to face a young man with curly brunette hair.
Silence dominated and your confused expression made him laugh.
âI thought I left a lasting impression, love.â The nickname made your face heat up. And as the stranger threw his own garbage bag away, it hit you.
Standing face to face, you didnât recognize him right away, but the familiar sparkle in his brown eyes and profile of his face left no doubt.
âTom?â
His thin lips curled up into one of his breathtaking smiles.
âYes, love?â __
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#tom holland#tom holland xreader#tom holland imagine#tom holland reader#tom holland x you#spiderman#peter parker
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Heâs Back...
Wow, that was a great episode of The Vampire Diaries. Oh how I have missed my show. A few more episodes like that and legacies just may surpass itâs big brother. As with its predecessor, it was filled with betrayal and all the twist and turns we where fond of. Although, everyone was getting screwed in the most unfun ways, it was like coming home. First and for most Kai F*cking Parker is and will forever be my favorite villain. He is all the snark with a double edged sword and Iâm here for any story being told with him at the helm. For a moment there, I entertained the idea that he actually may have taken all of this eternity in a prison world to contemplate his mistakes in hopes of emerging a better being. Naw...still the most surly sob around, who is always one step ahead and plotting his revenge. Iâm still trying to reconcile why Rick would do all of this and I canât believe Caroline convinced him this was a better alternative to death. Seems a bit out of character for the woman who always believed people could be saved. I mean this is the woman who saw the good in Klaus. However, itâs apparent these kids needed to be stopped one way or another. Josieâs actions, once again have landed her and her family in a pickle. Regardless, she has a good heart and I blame it on her youth and inexperience. In a way her manipulation of her uncle throughout was like her looking in a mirror. This must be her Gemini side showing. Now that she has taken in all of that darkness and is walking around like another one of my favorite bad ass tv witches all veiny in the face. Im talking to you miss Rosenberg, we are going to see what she is not only capable of, but if she can control the madness or have it consume her like it did her uncle and burn it all down. This is the beginning of that pesky Gemini curse unfolding. I do believe she will emerge victorious, most likely being reeled in by the profound love of her sister. Speaking of, now that Lizzie is a walking vampire time bomb, it appears that the curse may be handled how many of us originally thought, by one of them becoming a heretic. As for Lizzieâs current predicament, Iâm so disappointed in Sebastian. Disappointed, but not completely surprised. I had hoped that this was the beginning of another one of those beautiful ships that could take on the world together, but after that completely selfish act of betrayal, Iâm not so sure. I suppose their is always the possibility that Lizzie will forgive Sebastian & they could find real love, but that will all depend on Sebastian and may be much further down the road. I hate to think that this is the end of his story as he has so much potential. I can see beneath the ripper, a guy who who thinks he had the best intentions. Their was true heartbreak with him & his Cassandra. He is obviously not over that wound and itâs a very Katherine situation. It absolutely sucks that he did this to Lizzie, but I honestly believe he would never intentionally hurt her even if he sees another woman in her eyes. Iâm not condoning his actions, itâs majorly f*cked up, but this TVD world has always been about redemption and how it can be obtained. Dare I say, even the worst of them all, the karaoke king himself could find it some day. Letâs be real, when you are a supernatural entity with a thousand life times, whatâs the alternative to this. Iâm sure being bad gets old at some point. I mean if Klaus can find it, I have faith for Kai, but that may be because he is just so dam cool. Literally everyone of these characters, with the exception of maybe little Pedro, has done something they need redemption for. Thatâs the thing about this show and these profoundly layered individuals, they all have some redeeming qualities, even the most evil of them all. Well maybe not the Necromancer, heâs just evil incarnate. Bring on the next episode, but please do not hurt my Landon. Our sweet boy just learned how to fly and is literally floating on cloud nine. The prophecy is being put into action and I worry about that pesky Sphinx riddle and how love will ultimately destroy.
#legacies#handon#kai parker#the vampire diaries#lizzie saltzman#alaric saltzman#josie saltzman#outlawsandcircles speaks
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Thread || Khai & Roman
Discord text thread featuring: Khai & @romanbeckett
Mentions: @ella-isms Landon, Jaycee, Aaron
When:Â June 12th
Where: Starts at the theater and then moves to Khaiâs apartment.
Description: Landon drops Khai off at the theater to meet up with Roman after he hooked up with Ella and leaves her penthouse.
Trigger Warnings: INTENSE EMOTIONS && SMUT!!!
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Ro was worried about Khai, and how couldnât he be? He had no idea what was going on with the other male really, and that was...a weird feeling. He was always so used to being able to tell eachother anything, knowing what the other was thinking for the most part. Roman didnât feel that way now, and it just felt so...hopeless. âCâmon, weâll go hangout downstairs, watch some tele or something.â He assured Khai as soon as they entered the theater, leading him downstairs to the part of the theater that housed an apartment type basement with extra dressing , and costume rooms. âYou hungry? Iâll make you some coffee. Relax on the couch.â
አđHAI አTo be honest, when Roman texted him asking if he was okay. His first though was that Landon texted him. But he felt a sense of relief. He wanted to text Roman so bad with the situation. But he also didnât know how heâd react and he didnât wanna hurt him. He felt he already did that enough with moving out. He followed Roman into the theater and downstairs to the fancy apartment like space. Raising his eye brows a bit as he looked around and chuckled. âDamn, Ro. You got your own little love nest down hereâ he teased. Walking over to the couch and taking a seat. âNo, Iâm good. Just come sit with me. Please.â Khai knew he just kept making a mess of things and he wished it could all just stop. He just couldnât keep himself from feeling so passionately about the people he loved.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ âMy home away from home!â He shrugged, smirking at the smaller male as he tucked his hands into his pockets. He could tell Khai was at his absolute limit, or close to it at least. Ro was just so glad that he hadnât done anything too stupid yet. Roman nodded when Khai requested he come sit down, obliging his friend by taking a seat right next to him on the couch. He insticntly moved his arm behind the smaller, and crossed one leg over the other. âWanna talk?â
አđHAI አâI can see that. Very snazzyâ he grinned. His eyes followed Roman as he walked over and took a seat beside him and his grin turned into a smile. Roman always had so much swag without even trying. âYeah, I always wanna talk with you. How have things been? How are you?â Of course Khai already tried to deflect from himself. But he got there eventually.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Ro actually smirked, and then dropped his head back in a short laugh. Of course Khai was gonna turn this around to just a normal, everyday catch up. As if Roman had meant make regular small talk. âIâm okay. I mean, stressed to the max, and in emotional distress as usual.â He joked, and then turned so that he could face the other male better. âBut, you know Iâm currently more interested in how youâre doing.â
አđHAI አRomanâs laugh caused Khai to pull his bottom lip between his teeth. His attention was fully on the other male as per usual. His hand moving to rest on Roâs knee. âIâm sorry, Babe. I wish there was something I could do to relieve your stress.â Licking his lips as Roman turned to face him more directly he looked down at his hand on the other males leg. âYeah, Iâm doing okay. Iâm just a mess. Nothing newâ he shrugged.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Khai wasnât talking, just like heâd expected. It was like lately, he choked on the details, and really getting out what he needed to get out. Roman missed his best friend so fucking bad, even over being lovers, and roommates. He loved Khai, and wanted him to be okay, and make better choices for himself. Ro placed a hand on top of the smallerâs as he leaned forward, intense green eyes focusing on Khai before he decided to say anything. âKhai. Talk to me. What happened with Ella?â
አđHAI አIt definitely wasnât like Khai to hold back so many details. I mean, sure he would beat around the bush. But this was different. He didnât mean to be this way though. He was still just adjusting to being sober and learning to handle his emotions in a way he hadnât felt them before. Roman placed his hand on top of his, and Khai instantly rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb. It was just natural for him to be intimate with Ro. He loved him so much, that wasnât going to change any time soon. If ever! When Roman leaned in, Khai could feel his eyes on him and he began to tear up. âI- uh-â he began but shook his head. âIâm such an idiot, Roman. She hurt me so bad and the first second she texts me Iâm falling right back into her bed.â
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ âKhai...â Romanâs face fell when Khai finally answered his question, an answer he already knew, but hearing it come from the other manâs lips in such a heartbreaking way...he hated this. Ro knew better than anything that heâd been a huge cause of hurt for Khai as well, but that didnât mean he could handle anyone else hurting him either. âBabe, thatâs how love is. It makes us do stupid shit, it doesnât make you an idiot, okay?â He turned his hand over so that his palm could connect with Khaiâs. âWe all make mistakes because we want so badly to chase that good feeling weâve had over, and over again, even if we know itâll never be the same.â
አđHAI አKhai held onto Romans hand tightly, lacing his fingers through his. His shaky breathing from trying not to full on cry was making his whole body shake. âI know youâre right. I mean, I am and idiot. But youâre right. I just wish I could have been this understanding for you. I know I was awful. I just love you so much and I was just so scared to lose you.â Shit, Khai. Just shut up now. Focus on Ella here. âI lost her, I pushed her. I was so jealous, and she was... she was awful and selfish. I did the same thing to you.â It was inevitable now. The tears were coming down his cheeks and he couldnât even hide it. âWhy am I such a fuck up. I donât deserve anyone. I donât deserve to live.â Those last words crept out of him without his control, and he wasnât sure if he really meant them. He had never been suicidal. But the thoughts were there regardless. He just hoped Roman knew him well enough to know heâd never actually take his own life.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman furrowed his brows when Khai turned this into issues from their relationship, already shaking his head before the other could even finish talking. He didnât want him to feel even an ounce of guilt about what happened between them, especially not to the extent of not feeling deserving of life. âMalakhai.â Roman used the manâs full name, trying to snap him out of whatever this downward spiral was that he was going through right in front of his own eyes. Ro lifted his hands now to cup both sides of the smallerâs face, green eyes darting over Khai in a worried frenzy. âDonât you dare.â He never wanted to hear words like that come from anyoneâs mouth, but especially not Khaiâs. âYou deserve all the fucking good in the world. Every bit of it. You deserve better than me.â He tried to convince the other. âYou deserve better than all of this, and it breaks my heart that you think the opposite.â
አđHAI አRoman sternly said his full name and Khaiâs eyes moved back up to meet the green orbs glaring back at him. Romans hands cupped around his face, giving him no other option than to settle and focus. âRomanâ he breathed out. His hands coming up to rest on top of Romans on either side of his face. âThatâs not true. You deserve all the happiness in the world too and how am I supposed to get better than you. When you were always the best in my eyes.â He shook his head as he licked his lips and pressed his forehead to Romans. âIâm not trying to make this about us, and Iâm not gonna stop living. I just want us to be okay again. I miss the way things were. Before I made things so awkward.â He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in to try and relax a bit more. His hands still shaking on top of the others. âI think I still love her Roman. She told me she missed me and that Iâm carved into her brain and I just... I donât even know what to do.â His thoughts were all over the place. But thatâs what happens when you stop taking the medicine prescribed to you for ptsd and bipolar disorder. âI havenât been taking my medicine. Iâve been trying to completely sober up. But all I wanna do is be numb.â
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Ro literally didnât know what to say to that. He felt stunned, green eyes searching hazel, as if he was trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. Roman felt like all heâd done is make Khai feel terrible all the time, constantly second guessing if he was enough when Ro wanted more than anything for the smaller male to see what he was worth. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep inhale through his nostrils when Khai pressed their foreheads together. âKhai, we are okay.â He tried to assure the other, pulling back so that he could look him in the eyes for good measure. âAs far as Iâm concerned, you and I are perfectly fine. Youâre one of my best friends, and I love you. All I want, is for you to be okay. You need to stop focusing on others like me, and especially Ella. Focus on you, and getting better.â He rubbed his thumb over Khaiâs defined cheekbone. âYou need to take your medicine, itâll help you stay focused. And Iâll always be here to help in anyway I can. Jay, too. And Landon. All of us.â
አđHAI አKhai was a lover, there was no doubt about that, and even though Romanâs words were true. He couldnât stop himself from focusing on them, or Ella. He loved them all so much, including Jaycee. He just felt so torn about everything. There was one thing he did know for sure though, and that was he didnât want to lose any of them. âRoman, youâre my befriend too. I hope you always know that, no matter what. I love you.â He moved his hands from on top of Romanâs and placed them on the other males face. âI canât stay away from her, Roman. Itâs like, I know she hurt me. But...â he shook his head and pressed his lips together. He couldnât even explain way he needed her. It was pointless to try. He pulled his hands from Romans face and wiped his tears from his cheeks. âYeah, I know. I appreciate you guys so much. I really doâ he nodded. Leaning back into the couch he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. âAnyway, Iâm sorry for all this. Iâm a fuckin messâ he laughed. Opening his eyes again as he dug his hand into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. âDo you care if I smoke in here?â
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman just tensed his jaw a bit as he watched the other male talk, understanding how he felt, only in the way that love was complicated. âI get it.â He said simply, shaking his head when Khai apologized, and then asked if he could smoke. âNah, I smoke in here all the time.â Roman leaned behind them to grab an ashtray off the table parallel to the couch, moving it to the coffee table in front of them after, for easier access. âListen man, love is complicated, and you canât control how you feel no matter how fucking bad you want to.â Ro riffled through a drawer for a blunt of his own.
አđHAI አIt was so awkward sitting here with his ex talking about the feelings he had for his precious ex. But, it felt nice that he could confide in him anyway. Khai knew Roman was battling with feelings of his own, but he just wished he could be as good as Roman. Talking about Aaron though, was still hard for him. But, he was trying to get to a place where Roman would feel safe opening up about it. âThanksâ he smiled as Roman grabbed the ashtray. Placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it up. The burning sensation into his lungs felt so good right now and he couldnât help but to sigh in relief. âI know, youâre rightâ he nodded. âI just donât wanna keep making the same stupid misstates over and over ya know? She just gets me in my head and I start to feel like nothings ever changed. Itâs not healthyâ he practically chuckled at himself. Holding out the flame on his lighter as Roman found the blunt to light it for him. âI feel so stupid dumping all of this on you. I mean, I know it probably hurts you, and Iâm sorry.â Even if Roman was acting like they were just a couple of friends talking about love right now. Their break up was still pretty fresh, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt Roman. His eyes were practically projecting the feelings he still had for Ro each time their eyes met.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman always enjoyed being around Khai. How couldnât he? Aside the fact that he was just so goddamn beautiful to look at, Ro genuinely trusted this man so much. He told him pretty much everything, and had always felt so comfortable confiding in him. He also took it very seriously that the sentiment was returned as well. Roman liked being someone Khai could come to with his problems. âItâs not pleasant, no.â He answered the other, reaching for Khaiâs cigarette so that he could steal a few puffs. He rarely smoked after quitting years ago, but he couldnât stop the urge when he was around one. âNo need to be sorry thiugh.â He passed the cigarette back with a small smirk. âYou know you can always talk to me about anythinâ. I canât imagine the mindfuck this must be for you.â
አđHAI አRoman took his cigarette from him and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He was always so sexy while smoking, and Khai couldnât even try to not stare. Instead, he reached for the blunt and placed it between his lips for a puff. âYeah, I know I can. And you can always talk to me too. I know Iâve been bitter about certain things. But, thatâs just because I love youâ he said honestly. He took another puff from the blunt before giving it back and replacing it with his cigarette and shrugged. âItâs been intense. But, youâre a great distraction.â Khai scooter closer to Roman and placed his hand on his knee giving it a squeeze. âYouâre amazing you know that? I wish I could be as accepting and loving as you are.â Placing his cigarette down in the ashtray he grabbed Romans face again. âI want you to be happy. No matter what I may say out of jealousy or whatever. I just need you to know that okay?â With those words he leaned in and pressed his lips to Roâs. Kissing him slowly and intimately, taking his time to savor each of his lips.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman looked at Khai somewhat intensely when he said those words, because...it just - words couldnât describe how they made him feel. Khai was always so damn good at saying things...it was like constant poetry coming from his mouth on the subject of love. He was passionate, which was one of the reasons Roman had fallen for him in the first place. âI love you, too.â Ro watched the other male even closer when he moved in to place a hand on his knee, a huff of air passing his full lips when Khai said he was a great distraction. He hadnât even realized heâd been holding his breath. He did it once again when the smaller held his face, and said everything Ro could possible want to hear. How the fuck could he do that so flawlessly? Roman practically melted into Khai when he was then kissed in a way he felt heâd never been kissed before. He chased it, eyes closed as he let the man taste each of his lips before his tongue was slipping out to beg for permission to enter the otherâs mouth.
አđHAI አIf there was anything Khai knew for certain in this moment. It was that Roman had always been a constant. Since the moment they had met, Roman took up all the space in his head. He was in his dreams, his decision making, and most definitely always on his mind. Even after being together for a year, and breaking up the way that they did. Whenever they were together it was like nothing had changed. Roman was the one constant in his life that he had never expected. It scared him shitless to be honest. But, even the fear disappeared when he was caught up in those green eyes. As he kissed Roman he had a sudden realization that he would probably never admit. He wanted him all to himself, just the two of them. But he couldnât do that to Jay, he knew as long as they were together. It was impossible. For now he would just let himself savor each moment he did have with Roman. Because those were the moments when he truly felt complete, and he chased that feeling to the point of exhaustion. When Romans tongue slipped against his lips, he easily parted them. Granting him permission to devour him completely as he rolled his tongue up along the roof of Roâs mouth. There was no need for words now as his hands gripped tightly to Romans face. A soft hum of fulfillment falling against the others mouth as he finally let their tongues tangle together.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ This was a good fucking kiss. Ro reached to grab onto Khaiâs forearms as he tilted his head, deepening the make out session they had already started with a low hum that vibrated through them both. God, he loved the way this man tasted, and made him feel. Honestly, if Khai had come along sooner in Roâs fucked up journey to self discovery, they may very well be exclusive to eachother at the point. Ro smirked against Khaiâs lips when he started to get really turned on, taking the opportunity to nip at the smallerâs bottom lip to signify that
አđHAI አKhai could already tell that this was turning into something more when Roman grabbed onto his arms. It was almost as if he were trying to hold them forever in this moment, and Khai was completely okay with that. Especially when Romans hum vibrated against his lips and straight into his core. Suddenly everything that they had just talked about evaporated from his mind. It was like they were the only two people in the world, and when Roman nipped at his lips it was clear he was on the same page. Khai let his hands slide down to Romans neck and all the way down his chest. Feeling the definition of his muscles before gripping at the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Taking a moment to let his eyes scan the males body before removing his own shirt as well. Pushing Roman back on the couch he pulled himself over him. Reconnecting their lips in a more fervent kiss as he let his hand cup over the bulge growing in Romans pants. âGod, youâre so perfectâ he hummed into the kiss. Rubbing the other man firm but slow over the fabric of his pants.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ You know that amazing sensation that washes all over your body to your toes, exciting you, and making you pant all at the same time? That pleasure that takes you so off guard, and not even because of direct contact? Yeah, Khai gave Roman that feeling every damn time they touched.  His cheeks started to flush when he felt the otherâs hand travel down his neck to his chest, letting the other male take his shirt off prior to pushing him back on the couch. He went easily too, moaning immediately into the kiss when Khaiâs lips were back on his, though he gasped when he felt a hand on his erection. âMmm you are...â Ro managed to mumble against Khaiâs beautiful lips while he lifted his hips, flexing his cock against the smallerâs touch through his clothing. âYou drive me fucking crazy, yâknow that?â Roman finally asked when they pulled apart, normally bright green eyes now darkened by dilated pupils.
አđHAI አIt was quite obvious that Roman did things to Khai that he couldnât even put into words. It was like his entire body had caught fire with just one touch. Roman was exquisite in every possibly way. From the sounds of his moans all the way down to the movement of his hips. Khai was addicted in the most superlative way. He broke the kiss to slowly kiss down Romans chest as his hand continued to rub against him. His eyes gazing back up at him as a smirk spread across his features. âGood, i like driving you crazyâ he said with mirth as his free hand worked on getting Romans belt undone. Pulling it forcefully from his pants before undoing them and yanking them down eagerly. Khai licked his lips as he took in the sight of Romans erection and he  leaned down to roll his tongue around the tip. Undoing his own pants and kicking them off before taking Roman fully in his mouth and tasting him.(edited)
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Khaiâs lips on his chest, his scruff on Roâs smooth skin, it was enough to make him breathe even harder than he already was. He almost felt dizzy at this point, the weed making him feel even more tingly than he would normally feel. That was saying a lot. Roman made a small whimper like noise when Khai just snapped his belt out of his jeans like that, and then makes fast work of getting him naked so that he could get Romanâs cock in his mouth. âGod, babe...â he reached for Khaiâs dark hair, tugging it, and licking his lips as he watched him work. âI love your fucking mouth.â
አđHAI አKhai loved having Romans cock in his mouth. The way it swelled between his lips and the way he tasted. It was enough to get him hard alone. Adding the sounds he was making and the words he was saying, and Khai was on cloud nine. Sliding his hands beneath Roman to grab his ass and squeeze it tightly to lift him even further into the back of his throat. âMmmâ he hummed with a  deep moan vibrating against Roâs cock. His eyes watching every expression on the other males face as he guided him to fuck his mouth harder.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman was well aware of how much Khai enjoyed giving him head, and he was never, ever going to complain. His hips lifted as the smallerâs hands slid under him to grasp his ass, moaning as he began to really fuck himself up into Khaiâs mouth, going down his throat with every single thrust. Roman was far from manageable with it came to his size, so the fact that the other male could take him like this always turned him on so fucking much. âKhai...â the name left his lips in a breathy rasp while his free hand slid up his body, over his own nipples, and then around his neck to restrict his airflow a bit. It always made his orgasms so much more intense.
አđHAI አThe feeling of Romans cock slamming into the back of his throat was something Khai could never get enough of. Which always made it hard for him to stop once he had started. But when he felt that Roman was about to cum he forced himself to  pull away. Grabbing Romans wrist to pull his hand away from his own neck as he laid back and pulled Roman over him. âI want you to fuck meâ he said, with a hint of desperation lacing his words. This was something Khai had hardly ever asked for if ever. The act of being fucked by a man still leaving him a bit rattled after his past. But he didnât care. He wanted to feel Roman inside of him, he needed it. âPleaseâ he whispered with a soft whimper. His body already starting to tremble with need as he grabbed hold of Romans waist and pulled him between his legs.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Ro was taken off guard when Khai pulled away, and asked Roman to fuck him. He could probably count on one hand how many times heâd been asked to do so with Khai, so he knew how much it meant for the man to ask for it now. He smirked down at the smallerâs gorgeous face as he nodded, sticking his fingers into his mouth so that he could generously coat them with spit prior to getting them between Khaiâs cheeks. Ro leaned down to catch his lips as he slowly attempted to open Khai up with no lube. He was gentle enough, not wanting to hurt the other male if he could at all avoid it.
አđHAI አKhai watched Roman wet his fingers with his mouth and his lips parted with desire. How was it possible that he looked that fucking sexy just sucking on his fingers. It didnât seem possible that this moment could get any better. But once Roman was placing his fingers between his cheeks and working to open him up. Khai could barely contain the moan that flowed from his mouth. Fuck, he was an expert. He always knew just how to handle him and it drove him insane, in the best way. Leaning his head back slightly from the pressure of Romans entrance he kissed Roman back slowly. Finding it hard to keep his lips from parting with ecstasy as he nipped at Romans bottom lip. âFuu-ck babyâ he growled deeply. Clenching his teeth together as his hand gripped tightly to the back of Roâs hair. He let his legs tighten around Romans waist and he pulled  him even deeper into him. His other hand digging into the side of Roâs neck as his thumb pressed firmly against his Adamâs apple. âFuck meâ he breathed out shakily. His hazel eyes burning into the green orbs staring back at him with intense need.(edited)
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman was so turned on, that he was honestly surprised that he could even function right now. Khai just...how was he even supposed to describe this hold that Khai had over him? It was something that only made sense to them, and Ro clearly had no complaints on the matter. He huffed out a small breath when Khai grabbed his neck, and began pressing down. His eyes looked almost black now as he looked down at the other male with parted lips, a small groan vibrating through to the otherâs thumb as he began to do what he was told. If Khai wanted to be fucked, then Ro was gonna fuck him. He began to snap his hips, slamming into his lover over, and over again, each time getting deeper, until he was nailing his prostate.
አđHAI አKhai loved that he really didnât have to say much to get Roman to comply. Roman knew him inside and out, and that was only just one of the reasons why he was so willing to give himself completely. When Roman began thrusting his hips into him, his eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted with sheer ecstasy. His hand gripping tighter around Roâs neck the harder Roman slammed into him. âFuck... yesssâ he hissed. Slightly lifting his upper body from the couch to bite at Roâs jawline as he felt him thrust deep into his prostate. The pain mixed with pleasure that he was feeling right now caused his entire body to shake. His muscles tightening throughout his entire body as he pulled his hand from Romans hair. Placing his fingers into his mouth before reaching down to press them between Romanâs flexing cheeks.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman mad a small strained noise when Khai tightened his grip, feeling himself get pushed even closer to the edge. Khai was so fucking hot, and tight, it was hard to really hold himself together. Fuck. His teeth at Roâs jaw, his fingers at his entrance, the man must be trying to actually KILL him, and honestly, what a way to go?? âKhai...â he moaned, still thrusting the best he could, though slowing to keep himself from exploding before his lover could.
አđHAI አWhen Roman slowed his thrusts it practically sent Khai reeling over the edge. His mouth gapping open as he fell back onto the couch and his body began to tremble even more uncontrollably. âFuck Roman... donât stopâ he moaned as he felt himself release all over the males chest. His hand so tight around Roâs neck now he was most definitely blocking all passage of air.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ When Khai exploded all over his chest, Ro felt like he might actually die from how hot it was. Maybe that was just the whole choking thing, putting death in his mind, because he most definitely couldnât breathe. Roman felt his eyes slip closed beyond his control as his lower stomach clenched, and then he ended up filling Khai up completely, snapping his hips until he was completely spent, and collapsing on top of the smaller.
አđHAI አAs soon as Romans hot cum had filled him up and he had collapsed on top of him. Khai loosened his grip around his neck. Moving his arms to wrap tightly around Romans body as they both fought to catch their breath. âYouâre so fucking amazingâ Khai breathed out as he pressed his lips to the side of Romans head. The only word to describe what had just happened between them was, euphoric. Their bodies still connected in the most intimate way as they laid together in a state of intense and consuming rapture.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Ro just pressed his face to Khaiâs neck, kissing it a few times before finally pulling back to lay is cheek against the otherâs tattooed chest. Yes. It was amazing, but now his brain was all confused. Every time he was with Khai, it made him have to stop and think about things, and of course, it caused him miss Khai greatly. âRight back atcha.â He rasped, voice barely audible as he nuzzled against the other male.
አđHAI አThe soft kisses Roman placed along his neck caused him to hum softly. His hand coming up to stroke the other males hair as he laid his head upon his chest.  He couldnât seem to keep himself from smiling as he heard Romans words. His eyes closing and savoring the moment as he felt him nuzzle against him. It didnât matter if they were fucking or fighting, Roman always had a way of leaving him speechless. âI love youâ he whispered. His chest rising and falling with all sorts of emotion he couldnât seem to put into any other words.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman closed his eyes tightly when Khai said he loved him, because he knew that wasnât said lightly. He just...hated that heâd hurt Khai so much by being so fucking indecisive. It had nothing to do with how much he did, or didnât care about Khai, or how much he wanted him. He wanted him, so much, he was just fucked up when it came to relationships, just like Khai was himself. It was something they both struggled with, and yet they kept ending up back here. âI love you, too.â Ro rasped back, letting his fingers dance along the otherâs side. He finally popped his head up to look down at his ex, smirking because it was sinking in what theyâd just done. âGlad no one else came in. Shit.â He laughed.
አđHAI አKhai was so caught up in the moment and the feeling of Romans fingers on his skin. He didnât even realize someone could have burst in on them. But, truthfully he didnât really care either. He opened his eyes and gazed back at Roman with a mischievous grin. âNow that would be a production Iâd definitely pay to seeâ he joked. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he took in the sweaty mess of his ex laying on top of him.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ âHa! Yeah, same.â Roman laughed, smirking down at the way Khai was biting his lip. God, that was just so unfair, the way he looked when he did that. âI canât believe we never made a sex tape. Like. That genuinely shocks me.â Ro solidified outloud, realizing it for the first time himself. âSeems like sâmmat we would definitely do...â
አđHAI አKhai couldnât help but laugh out loud at Romans realization. âI know right? We should totally do that some time. Iâd be downâ he smirked. Just thinking about it was giving him all sorts of ideas. âYou know, I also actually did porn once. But then I met you. So...â He shrugged his shoulders but his grin never faded. âWe should definitely explore thatâ he nodded. His hand reaching down to boop Roman on the nose.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman raised a brow in interest when Khai mentioned being down to make a sex tape, and then admitted he did porn once. That sounded...like something he needed to see. Ro scrunched his nose when it was booped, both dimples out as he grinned down at the smaller. âWhat kind of sex tape would we make, hm?â
አđHAI አRoman was just so fucking adorable. The expression he made to Khaiâs confession and the way his dimples popped out. Khai couldnât contain the giggles that escaped him. Wait.. did he just giggle? What the fuck, Khai. He pressed his tongue to the corner of his mouth and bit down on it slightly in though. âHmm... it doesnât matter. As long as itâs with you. Iâd let you do whatever you wantâ he said honestly.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman was well aware that Khai would do just about anything for him. He tried not to take advantage of that, but at least the times in which he did just a little, it was in regards to things they both loved. âCan we...go back to your place?â He found himself asking outloud, though it shocked him that he asked it. Ro just knew the second Khai walked out that door, their time together might be over, and that was hard to grasp.
አđHAI አWhen Roman asked to go back to his place, his brow lifted slightly. Did he wanna make a porn right now? Well, okay then. âYeah, of course we can. Itâs still kind of a mess of boxes. But, yeahâ he nodded. Grabbing Romans face and kissing him hard before letting him pull away from him.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ âI donât even care, I jusâ...â Roman smiled into the kiss, because he loved how desperate it was, like Khai needed it right this second. Relatable. âNo, I ehm...â he finally sat up, and ran a hand through his long curls before rubbing both hands over his face, resting his elbows against his knees. âI guess I jusâ donât want to stop spending time together just yet.â
አđHAI አThe look in Romans eyes made Khaiâs heart skip a beat. It was like he just needed to be with him or he would crumble. Khai could definitely relate. âI donât want to eitherâ he admitted. Sitting up in front of Roman and placing his hand on his exâs cheek. He didnât need to say anything, his eyes said it all. âYou should stay the nightâ Khai suggested boldly. His thumb rubbing slowly over Romans lips as he starred into his eyes.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman swallowed hard when Khai reached for his cheek, lips parting easily before he felt the otherâs thumb on his soft, pink skin. Staying the night. Heâd have to tell Jay something, especially since he never spent the night with anyone else, not even Aaron before heâd gone exclusive with Khai and Jay. But, he so badly wanted to go with Khai, and stay the night. âOkay.â Did he just actually say that? Yep. He did. âIâll stay the night.â
አđHAI አWhy was is so hard to pull himself away from Roman right now? He had literally showed up spewing that he might still be in love with Ella, and now... Now the only person he cared about or wanted to be with was Roman. He always had that effect on him. There wasnât anything he would ever be able to do to change that, and he knew it. âGoodâ he smiled. âIâd really like that a lotâ he said honestly. Leaning in close as if he were going to kiss him, but instead just pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. âAre we gonna go naked? Or should we get dressed?â he asked with a chuckle.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman was now smiling like an idiot - literally, like such a fucking dork. This just made him so giddy for some reason, especially since he and jay hadnât really been intimate much lately, and he hadnât been with anyone else. Heâd missed Khai. He couldnât help but to feel that way about someone heâd been with for a year. Ro was truly effected by the way that Khai got close, and then buy his lip like a little shit. âYes Khai, weâre gonna walk up, and out of the theater with our cocks out.â He joked, shaking his head with a small chuckle before standing up the start getting his clothes back on.
አđHAI አKhai couldnât take his eyes off of Roman. The way he was smiling caused him to smile too, it was infectious. He watched him climb off the couch and start to get dressed, laughing at his words. Not moving an inch as he took in the vision in front of him. âThat would be a sight to see, now wouldnât it?â he mused. Finally scooting to the edge of the cough to get his clothing back on as well.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ âA sight that at least would be good.â He assured the other, turning to wink at him as soon as he was fully dressed. Roman took his car to follow Khai back to his place, his heart practically beating out of his chest through the entire car ride. Why was he so fucking nervous? This was Khai. His Khai, that heâd been with for a year, and known even longer before that. It just felt different this time, and he had no idea if that was good or bad. âHoly shit, man. This place is...wow.â He observed while walking around Khaiâs flat. Heâd meant to get over here to see it sooner, but clearly hadnât followed through.
አđHAI አKhai didnât really feel any type of nervous until he was standing in his apartment watching Roman look around. His heart was practically beating out of his chest now, as he stood rubbing the scruff on his face and smiling at Romans reaction. Khai never was the type of guy to flash his money around. He had lots of it but tended to live as if he didnât. Now there was no hiding it. His flat was top of the line modern boujee. With a touch of old classic comfort. It was definitely not something Khai intended to ever buy himself. But it was the only thing open and close to where Roman was. So, it had to do. âYou like it?â he asked, already knowing the answer. âItâs gonna look a lot better once I get everything unpacked. I have all these classic paintings I wanna hang, and Iâm still waiting on the black matte piano thatâs gonna go over there in the corner.â
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ âI fucking love it.â Ro expressed genuinely, the smile on his face so pure, and honest. He was happy for Khai, because this place really fit him, much better than the house they were all in together. This apartment was more his taste. Ro really did love it. âMan, you have to let me know when you get that piano in. I wanna drool over it, then play the shit out of it!â Roman smirked, and then stepped out of his boots to be polite. âShow me the rest?â
አđHAI አIt made Khai feel really good that Roman genuinely liked the place. It definitely was more his style, and with the added aesthetic of himself, it truly showed another side of him. âYeah?â he asked with a genuine smile. Nodding his head at Romans request to see the rest. He took of his boots as well and led Roman through the kitchen and into the living room. âThis is my... living space with a balconyâ he chuckled. Rubbing his lips together as he watched Roman take it in. â...and over here, is the bedroom.â Leading Ro into his room made his heart skip a beat. All he wanted to do was climb into bed with his ex and hold him, gazing out the picture window. Waking up with him like that seemed so euphoric. âSo.. thatâs basically it. Unless you wanna see the bathroomâ he grinned.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman was just in a constant state of awe as they walked through the apartment, his mouth pretty much just in a constant state of open. This place was perfectly designed, and modern. Damn. He could really see himself staying here a lot. When Khai said this was it, Ro turned to flash a smirk at the smaller before he was taking off running to jump on the bed. It needed a bounce test, and comfort evaluation. âOh yeah!â He called out in reaction to how nice the mattress was, adjusting himself on his back while he stared straight up at the ceiling. âThis, is niiiice, man. Hey.â He moves up onto his elbows, looking probably much like a mix between an adorable sugar baby, and a sexy grown af man. âWhat drugs you got?â He asked with wiggling brows.
አđHAI አKhai watched Roman with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. God, he was such a vision. The way he looked laying on his bed was already making him twitch beneath his jeans. Top it off with that look he was now getting, Khai felt so weak. âDrugs?â he asked with a laugh. âI have weed...â he raised his own brow. Was this Romans way of testing if he had really been staying clean. âWhy?â he asked, walking over to sit beside him on the bed. âWhat type of drugs do you want, babe?â
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman smirked to himself when Khai responded in that way, as if the question had somehow taken him off guard. Ro held himself up on his elbows as he looked the other male over, a dimple just every single slightly showing in one cheek while his eyes settled on the smallerâs face. âWeedâs good for me.â He winked, knowing he was being a little shit, but when was he not? âCan we smoke in your sweet ass bed?â
አđHAI አIf Khai could frame Roman in a painting and put him on a wall right now, he totally would. That damn dimple of his teasing him as he pushed his hair back from his face and licked his lips. âYou sure about that?â he asked, his voice dropping half an octave. He kicked his shoes off and crawled across the bed to kneel in front of his ex. Reaching over him with their faces practically touching as he pulled open the bedside drawer. âAbsolutely. Anything you wantâ he grinned.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Ro watched Khai closely as he moved over to the bed, and loomed over him during that reach. Fuck him. He knew what he was doing, and the way Roman was eyeing him showed just how much it was effecting him. It was almost comical how quickly he could get turned on by this man. âAnythinâ, huh?â He smirked, eyes still on the smaller even after he moved away from the side table. It felt so surreal, to be with him again, flirting, this time in Khaiâs own place, with no one else around, or even the threat of someone coming in on them.
አđHAI አRomans reaction to him always made him tingle all over. He loved teasing him and leaving him wanting more. It made him feel craved and desired, he couldnât help it. As he sat back on his knees he nodded his head. âMmhmm, anythingâ he clarified. Clutching a small baggy in his hand as he reached out to touch Romans lips with his thumb. Being alone with him like this was so fucking sweet. No interruptions, no shared attention, just the two of them. âYou got something in mind?â he asked. Licking his lips again as he forced himself to not give in to kissing him.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman easily parted his lips for Khai when he touched him like that, letting his tongue dart out long enough to get a quick salty taste of the otherâs thumb. âMm, thought we could get high, and I can swallow your dick.â Ro replied so nonchalantly, like heâd said something completely normal, and in public. âYou love that I can take you balls deep.â He practically whispered, choosing to move in, and gently brush his soft fushia lips against Khaiâs scruffy jawline while he tried to make them a blunt.
አđHAI አKhai could barely concentrate on what he was doing. Roman was always so good at distracting him in the best possible way. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and hummed as Roman kissed his jawline and he shook his head. âYouâre gonna make me spill the weed talking like thatâ he chuckled. Bringing the blunt to his lips to lick it closed. âYou wanna do the honors? Since Iâm pretty sure you canât handle my cock between those lipsâ he teased. Using his hand to pinch Romans inner thigh as his other handed him the blunt.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman let out a naughty chuckle when Khai said he was gonna make him spill the weed. When the blunt was done, Ro gladly grabbed it from the smaller to âdo the honorsâ, giving him a sassy look at the comment. As he brought the roll to his lips, he felt Khai pinch his inner thigh, and instead of being ticklish, or whatever else might be expected in reaction, Roman chose to instead spread his legs for the other male, showing his growing bulge between his legs as he pulled in a deep inhale of smoke, and then blew it out slowly through full lips.
አđHAI አOnce Roman had the blunt between his lips, his eyes fell to his bulge. Lips parting with eyes full of ecstasy as he leaned back. Removing his shirt before his back rested  against the headboard. As he watched Roman blow out the smoke he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants only have way. Teasing his lover with the easy access he was giving to him as his hard cock tried to bust through. âYou wanna taste me?â he asked. Reaching for the blunt and placing it between his lips as he rubbed himself over his jeans.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ This weed was so good, that it only took a couple of hits for Ro to start feeling it. He had already been horny, but now it was magnified. Roman lulled his head to the side when Khai asked if he wanted to taste him, swiping his tongue out to lick his lips as a first response. After a few seconds, Roman moved, changing his position to get in between the otherâs legs so that he could help get his jeans off the rest of the way, watching with wide green eyes as his length sprung free. âThink I can take it all, daddy?â He asked in as innocent of a voice as he could muster.
አđHAI አKhai placed the blunt between his lips as his eyes followed Roâs movements. His hips lifting in anticipation as his pants were pulled from his body. His cock already hard and throbbing with excitement as he inhaled a deep hit from the weed and nodded his head as the smoke left his lungs. âI have no other expectationsâ he replied. A sexy grin forming on his lip as he awaited his lovers next move.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman swallowed hard when Khai spoke to him that way, because he was just so fucking sexy, and he couldnât think of anything else heâd rather be doing right now than taking this manâs cock. âGood, daddy.â He rasped, and then leaned in to kiss the tip of Khaiâs cock. It was slow at first, gentle, and focused as he kitty licked the pre cum from Khaiâs length. But, then it was time for business, and Ro sank all the way down until the smallerâs cock was halfway down his fucking throat.
አđHAI አIt wasnât very often at all that anyone got Khai into this position. He was very dominating, and liked to be in control. And this right here, letting someone suck his cock. It was a sure fire way of getting him to lose control. But he didnât care, he wanted Roman to experience him in every way possible. Giving himself to him in the most vulnerable and submitting way he knew how. As Roman teased his tip with his tongue, Khai couldnât contain the soft moans that escaped him. His cock twitching with even more anticipation than before. âFuck, babyâ he breathed out with a whisper. Taking one more hit from the blunt before Roman took him almost entirely down his throat. âShiiiitâ he hissed as the smoke escaped him. His hips lifting from the bed as his body flushed with goosebumps.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Ro knew how to suck a cock. Heâd even consider himself to be a cock slut, in fact. He kept eye contact with the other as he began to bob up and down on Khaiâs length, moaning for some vibrations as he hollowed his cheeks, and sucked him intensely. Ro really wanted to get kinky now, and shifted gears, taking Khaiâs cock so deep that he began lightly choking on his partnerâs erection, hands now moving behind his back.
አđHAI አKhai could already tell he wasnât gonna be able to handle this. His hand moving to grab Romans hair so tightly as he tried to pull him away a bit. But obviously not really wanting him away, as his hips thrusted into the others mouth. He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he tossed the blunt to the ashtray beside the bed. Lifting his upper body from the mattress as Roman swallowed him whole and began slightly choking on him. âFuck...â he growled through gritted teeth. His free hand moving to Romans shoulder to dig his fingers into his skin. âStop... shit. Fuck, donât stopâ he moaned. His body trembling beneath his lovers lips.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman knew that Khai was having a hard time restraining himself from cumming, which always made Ro so damn happy honestly. It was like a bloody good pat on the back. Even though he was being told at first to stop, he hadnât wanted to stop, and hadnât planned to regardless. Instead, he continued choking himself on Khaiâs cock in between giving the best damn blowjob of his LIFE. His eyes were watering, lips an angry red as they stretched around Khaiâs sizeable girth. He was just waiting to take the smallerâs seed, ready to swallow every last drop.
አđHAI አRoman was a goddamn expert at giving head, and he knew it. The few times he had let Roman suck him off before didnât even compare to this moment right now. Maybe because he was sober now, but his body could barely even contain how good it felt. His his thrusting harder and deeper into his lovers throat uncontrollably as he fell back onto the bed and gripped his own hair in tight fists. âJesus fuckin Christâ he growled from the back of his throat as his entire body shook with pleasure. Cumming harder than he had in quite a while as his hips lifted all the way up into Romans mouth.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman was more than pleased when Khai finally began to cum, taking it all down with several swallows. He even made a point to suck a few more times on the tip, his tongue properly getting any last taste from the opening prior to finally pulling back, and wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand. âYum.â His voice was SO fucking low, the underlying gravel orgasm worthy on its own. Ro chose to turn and flip onto his back beside Khai once again, running a hand through his slightly damp curls as he looked up at the ceiling.
አđHAI አKhai laid there breathless as Roman rolled off of him and starred up at the ceiling. His hands still covering his face as his body still shook from the overwhelming pleasure. He couldnât even speak right now. Instead rolling over and hiding his face in his exâs neck. Unable to look at him at the moment as he gently bit on Romans shoulder.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman wrapped an arm around Khai when he rolled over to hide his face into the side of his neck. Ro really did love Khai so much. They had a connection neither one of them could deny, and he had a feeling it wasnât something that was ever going to go away. âAlright?â He finally asked with a small raspy chuckle to follow.
አđHAI አKhai felt so safe and content with Romans arm around him. It didnât matter what they had gone through, or what had happened to lead them to this moment now. All he knew was that this man owned his heart. Wether he wanted it or not, it was his. Laughing softly at Romans question he rested his chin on his shoulder and gazed over at the others beautiful face. âNoâ he grinned. âIâm so much better than alrightâ he corrected. âDonât ever do that againâ he chuckled. Sliding his hand up underneath Romans shirt and tracing lazy circles around his nipples.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman snickered, glad that he could take that as a sentiment that he very much enjoyed what had just happened to him. âOkay, Iâll never do that again.â He replied sarcastically, hissing when he felt the otherâs hand slide up his shirt, his fingers finding his ultra sensitive nipples. âBabe.â Roman half whines while letting his head drop back on the pillow. His Adamâs Apple was now visible as he arched his neck, and swallowed hard. He was so fucking horny, that pretty much anything would make him want to nut right now.
አđHAI አâGood, you better notâ he mused. Rolling over top of Roman and sitting on his legs as he looked down at him. His hands moving to pull off his shirt before letting his tongue find his nipples instead. âYouâre so hard, babyâ he breathed out. Letting his breath hit the wetness he left upon Roâs hard nipples as he smiled up at him. His hands now working to get his pants off as his mouth continued to tease his lover. Moving slightly to remove his pants completely he tossed them to the floor. His hands pushing up his exâs defined chest before dragging his fingertips down to his hips. âTell me what you want me to do, daddy. I wanna make you cum.â
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Roman simply let out a shuttered huff when Khai made his observation about Roâs arousal. Heâd been hard for a hot minute, and the way the other was teasing him - christ...CHRIST! It wasnât going to take long for him to cum at all. âWhat do you want to do to me, baby?â He moved his head to lock eyes with the smaller. âIf you could do anythinâ to me right now, what would you do?â
አđHAI አKhai knew he was driving Roman crazy just by the shudder he huffed our. But he loved it. Teasing was one of his strong suits and right now, he was using it to his full advantage. âHmmâ he hummed licking his lips. Taking a moment to let his fingertips trail around the base of Romans cock. Without ever really touching him. He let his eyes scan over Romans body and the moved off of him. Grabbing his arm and guiding him to flip over before pressing the back of his head down onto the pillow. âDonât make a soundâ he instructed. Restraining Romans arms behind his back by the wrists, as he placed a few fingers into his mouth. Using them to moisten Roâs entrance he teased him a bit with his fingers. Soon leaning down to lick his anus getting it even wetter as he tightened his grip on his wrists. âIâm gonna fuck you so hardâ he assured. Lifting back to his knees and without warning pushing deep and hard into his lovers hole.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Ro had no idea what the other was gonna do with him. His cock was flexing through all the teasing, and he was trying so fucking hard not to fuck up against the sensation. Roman needed to be patient, and obedient for his lover. For now, at least. He was perfectly pliable when he flipped over for Khai, nearly whimpering at the order to not make a sound. Oh god, he loved to be bossed around so fucking much. Khai knew that, naturally. Listen, none of that mattered though the second he was told how hard he would be fucked, and the push of his knees, and Khaiâs cock into his warm heat was like the thrill of a rollercoaster. âUghhhhh...â Ro moaned, already forgetting being quiet thanks to being caught of guard, wrists clenching into fists behind his back.
አđHAI አRoman looked so sexy laying there with his ass perfectly up in the air for him. It made it hard for Khai to be patient himself. Knowing it might have hurt him the way he just pushed into him like that. He rolled his hips slow as he held himself deep into Ro's core, slapping his ass for vibration with a satisfied smirk. "I told you not to make a sound" he growled. Pulling Roman up so that his back was against his chest, forcing him even deeper as he began to thrust against his prostate.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Ro was panting, trying to catch his breath before anything had really started. He groaned when he was reminded of the command, going easily when he was pulled up to rest back against Khaiâs front. Roman was starting to slip into such a submissive state of mind, the one he got to when he could barely string words together to form a coherent sentence. Yeah, that place. What record timing too. Still, he tried to stay as quiet as possible, instead focusing all of his efforts into relaxing around Khaiâs cock, just to end up squeezing around him in pleasure beyond his control.
አđHAI አOnce Romans back was pressed against his chest. His hand made its way to wrap around his neck. His other hand wrapping firm around Roâs length as he stroked him slow and hard. âFuck babyâ he hissed. Feeling Roman squeeze tight around him as he barely moved his hips back and forth. He wanted to stay as deep as he could as the feeling of Roman losing control drove him crazy. Causing him to roll his hips as he slightly leaned back pulling Roman along with him. His hand tightening around Roâs neck as his own weight pressed him back even deeper into Khaiâs length.
âđĄâźĐŒđđ ââ Khai knew exactly what Roman liked, as if heâd been studying him in school. His chin immediately jutted upwards at the presence of a hand around his throat, willingly allowing himself to be restricted of air. Kinky at its finest, but both men were messed up, and had gone through very traumatic, sexual experiences in their young lives. That would effect anyone, and would be deeply rooted in them forever. At least together, they could let that out. A strangled moan left his lips when Khai tightened his grip, and buried himself like that. Fuck, it felt so good, and barely being able to breathe only served to heighten the experience. Ro squeezed around the other maleâs length, and reached back with his dominant hand to bury his fingers into Khaiâs dark hair.
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I loved your Phosie sleepover fic so much! Could you write about their first date and first kiss? Thank you!!
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Thank you so much for your request. This is only their first date because honestly, Iâm not too sure how to write a first kiss between an OT3 yet. I hope you enjoy!Â
Hope hated to admit it but she was nervous. Nerves were rare for her. She felt fear, plenty of fear and heartache, but nerves were rare. After what sheâd gone through, there was little that could shake her. But⊠this was a special case.Â
It was her first date with Penelope and Josie.Â
And Hope was nervous.Â
âWhat am I even going to wear?â she gasped to Landon. âI⊠casual? But would that mean Iâm not trying enough? But is fancy too much? No, casual is better...âÂ
Landon sat on her bed, watching her frantically pace back and forward. He arched an eyebrow. Hope wouldnât have normally gone to him for this kind of advice. She would have gone to Lizzie but seeing as it was both Josie and then Penelope that were involved, she decided against it. She was glad they were happy together but also hated hearing her gushiness.Â
âOr should I dress up?âÂ
Hope stood in front of her closet. And stared at her clothes. Why did she have so many? It would be so much easier if she had only two options. Maybe the jacket. Or the dress. Or the blouse with those pants. No, that wouldn't work. What about-
âI think youâre overthinking this.âÂ
Hope whirled around, ready to protest but it died on her lips. He was right. "I am..." She groaned and sat down next to him. âUgh, I am freaking out.âÂ
Landon chuckled. âThey like you. You donât need to worry.âÂ
âButâŠâÂ
âHope. You are amazing. And both Penelope and Josie can see that. So trust them.âÂ
Hope wasnât used to trusting people but in the past year, sheâd let people into her life. And so far, they hadnât let her down. Landon was her friend, she was friends with the twins, Rafael, MG, their friends. It was so strange to have spent her life alone but now not anymore.Â
She was honestly surprised that she was dating Josie and Penelope.Â
âHope?âÂ
Hope nodded. âOkay. Okay. I can do this.âÂ
Dating wasnât her forte but she really liked both of her girlfriends. So despite her nerves, she was going to trust that they liked her too.Â
Landon smiled. "You got this."Â
She appreciated his support through this, especially with their history. But the thing about Landon was, regardless of what happened, he was a good person. And he was her friend.Â
Hope did eventually chose the casual outfit. It was still nice and fitted but allowed her to feel more like herself. A good choice.Â
"Okay. Wish me luck!"Â
Landon chuckled. "You won't need it."Â
Hope grinned at him before disappearing through the door. She wasn't entirely sure where they were going because Josie had taken it upon herself to choose. They'd tried to help but she'd refused. Besides, she did like a nice surprise.Â
Hope walked down the corridor. Everyone else was either resting or doing their own thing, meaning she was free to wander without anyone noticing. She didn't want teasing right know.Â
Hope stuck her hands into her pockets and turned the corner.Â
"Oh, well, someone is looking nice~" a voice said from behind her.Â
Hope was halfway to the main door and turned to see Penelope standing behind her. Her girlfriend smirked. Hope's mouth dried.Â
Penelope had donned a dress that straddled the line between fancy and casual, covered by a light leather jacket. Her hair was curled to the side, revealing the skin of her neck and even a little further. Hope's brain short-circuited.Â
"And from your expression, I am looking similar." Penelope strode up to her and offered her arm. "Josie is meeting us in town. Shall we go?"Â
Hope stuttered but wrapped her arm in Penelope's. "You-! You look amazing."Â
Penelope grinned. "As always. But thank you."Â
Wicked confidence wormed its way into Hope's heart. She loved it and hated it at the same time. She could drown herself in her smile.Â
Together, they walked out and headed downtown. It was evening time, after class and the sky was darkening over head. A few people passed them. They crossed towards the park.Â
"Ah, the sun is setting," Penelope commented. "It looks pretty."Â
"Not as pretty as you."
Penelope chuckled but Hope clearly saw the blush that rose to her cheeks. Penelope was quite confident in her ways but even she fell to the charms of flirtation. Hope learned that quickly. She liked making them blush.Â
Josie was waiting for them by the bench, checking her phone. Hope's heart swelled a little more.Â
"Hey, JoJo," Penelope greeted, moving to kiss her cheek. "You look beautiful."Â
She did.Â
Josie had gone for a skirt and jacket outfit, looking casual but effortlessly stylish. She was gorgeous, eyes sweet and smiling at her. Hope had never dreamed those eyes would ever look at her like this but they did.Â
"Hi."Â
Why was she feeling shy again? They'd already established their feelings. Yet Hope felt like they were doing it all over again.Â
"Hey, you," Josie beamed as she leaned in for a kiss. "Ready for our date?"Â
Hope smiled. "You bet!"Â
"Okay, so it took some time but then again, Mystic Falls isn't too big but I did choose a restaurant." Josie slid in next to Penelope and guided them down towards their destination. "It should be nice."Â
"I'm sure it will be," Penelope shrugged. "You have excellent taste." A slight smirk. "Especially in women."Â
"I agree," Hope piped up. "On both."
Josie rolled her eyes but couldn't help her laughter. "Dorks."Â
When they arrived, Josie walked up to the server on the door. "Reservation for Saltzman please."Â
The server scanned the page in front of them. "Ah, yes, right this way, please."Â
Hope, still linked with Penelope, followed their girlfriend and the server down to their table. She was impressed by the restaurant.Â
"Here you are, as requested."Â
"Oh!"Â
Hope had been wondering all night about how seating arrangements were going to go. As they weren't your ordinary couple, would one person have to sit across from the other two alone? That would be insanely awkward.Â
But it appeared Josie had thought ahead.Â
Set out for them was a smaller round table, three places set for them. Allowing them to sit together with no division. Hope smiled to herself.Â
"Thank you."Â
The server nodded and walked away, letting them settle in.Â
Hope pulled out a chair for Josie.Â
Josie's eyes twinkled and she curtsied. "Oh, thank you, ma'am."Â
Hope flushed and smiled. "Anything for you, love."Â
"Oh, I am swooning from over here," Penelope commented, one hand under her chin. "You two are so cute."Â
Hope too sat down. "Love you too, babe."Â
Penelope blew her a kiss.Â
Hope had been on dates before but not with two people at the same time. It was a strange experience but also so lovely at the same time. They were all shy at first, not really knowing what to say or do. But after a few laughs, and playful flirting, Hope began to relax. And it became easy.Â
Being with Josie and Penelope was easy.Â
Hope reached out to hold Josie's hand, stroking her thumb across her skin.Â
"I'm enjoying myself too much," she confessed.Â
Josie's face lit up softly. Josie laughed before squeezing her hand back. "Good."Â
The food was merely okay but the company made it divine. They enjoyed their meal and then shared desert afterwards.Â
At the end of the night, as they were walking outside through the park, Hope didn't want it to end. She loved Josie and Penelope, and she loved being with them. She could have stayed there forever. This night could be forever.Â
"Mmhmm, look at the stars," Penelope commented, fingers threading through hers. "They're pretty, aren't they?"Â
Above them, glittering like a million tiny gems scattered into a sea of midnight, they shone. Suddenly, a star shot across the sky. A shooting star. They watched in awe before it vanished once again.Â
"I love you," Hope murmured. "Both of you."
Who knew it was so easy to make two girls blush at once?Â
Josie took her other hand and for that moment, they stood in silence together, staring at the night sky. In the silence, the dark, there was no one but them around. They could be together alone. No one watching them, expecting anything from them. She could be honest.Â
"I love you too," Penelope said, as breathless as a whisper.Â
Saying I love you on a first date? Very classy. Hope usually wouldn't have dared but she knew deep down it was true. She could say it in the complete truth.Â
"Same." Josie flushed. "I mean- I love you as well."
Penelope chuckled and spun around so they were all facing each other. "Very smooth, JoJo."Â
"Hey. I'm trying."Â
"And I suppose that's what counts." Penelope leaned in and gave her a quick peck.Â
Hope grinned. She didn't want this night to end yet and they still had time. Maybe they did have a curfew at the school but what was a few minutes to seconds with them? Each second, each moment, was worth it.Â
Hope sighed contently as she stood in the dark with the two loves of her life.Â
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⥠ I THINK THAT POSSIBLE, MAYBE... IâM FALLING FOR YOU, an ivan & glenda mix âĄ
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01. THE CAVE de mumford & sons ( itâs empty in the valley of your heart. the sun, it rises slowly as you walk away from all the fears and all the faults youâve left behind [âŠ]  and iâll find strength in pain and i will change my ways. iâll know my name as itâs called again. )
02. TAKE ME SOMEWHERE NICE de mogwai ( ghosts in the photograph never lieâd to me. iâd be all of that. )
03. ISNâT SHE LOVELY? de anthem lights (Â isnât she lovely? isnât she wonderful? isnât she precious? less than one minute old i never thought through love weâd be makinâ one as lovely as she. )
04. GOODBYE ENGLAND de laura marling ( you were so smart then in your jacket and coat. my softest red scarf was warming your throat, winter was on us [âŠ] i wrote my name in your book, only god knows why, and i bet you that he cracked a smile & iâm clearing all the stuff out of my room, trying desperately to figure out what it is that makes me blue and i wrote an epic letter to you. )
05. WHEN YOUâRE SMILING de louis armstrong ( when youâre smiling, when youâre smiling, the whole world smiles with you. when youâre laughing, when youâre laughing, the sun comes shining through [âŠ]  i used to worry, i used to hurry. each time it started to rain, now i see light. learned wrong from right. )
06. FALLING IN LOVE IN A COFFEE SHOP de landon pigg ( i think that possibly, maybe iâm falling for you. yes, thereâs a chance that iâve fallen quite hard over you. iâve seen the paths that your eyes wander down, i want to come too. i think that possibly, maybe iâm falling for you. no one understands me quite like you do. through all of the shadowy corners of me. )
07. MELTING de kali uchis ( melting like an ice cream when you smile. melting, youâre a daydream. stay a while. )
08. MAKE YOU MINE de public ( put your hand in mine. you know that i want to be with you all the time. you know that i wonât stop until i make you mine. you know that i wonât stop until i make you mine. until i make you mine. )
09. I DARE YOU de the regrettes ( i never wanted to get too close to you but now it looks like iâm getting too close to you. my mom tries to catch me but i know all the backstreets [âŠ] thereâre stains on your sweater. you think you know better but youâre a child, and itâs kinda wild. that youâre the one that brings the sun. i canât seem to sleep and i feel my pulse beating. donât wanna keep all my control. but youâre the one that brings the sun. )
10. YOU REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME de she & him ( i donât like you but i love you, seems that iâm always thinking of you. oh, oh, oh you treat me badly, i love you madly. youâve really got a hold on me. )
11. LET ME TOUCH YOUR FIRE de a r i z o n a ( iâve got a cold, heart, cold hands. make you want to be where i am, if you only knew my plans. oh, if you only knew who i am. normally, iâd break your heart. iâd love every minute, tear you apart. late at night i lie awake just thinking about your pretty face. )
12. STARING de tripling rock ( alright now, are you on my side. how iâve got a secret to tell you, âcause i know that you havenât heard. but what if i told you just how much i need you. iâve got some news to tell you. do you need me too? you got me staring like a fool, yeah. )
13. SOMETHING CHANGED de pulp ( why did you touch my hand and softly say âstop asking questions that donât matter anyway. just give us a kiss to celebrate here todayâ something changed [âŠ]  that in a matter of hours weâd change the way we were going. where would i be now, where would i be now if weâd never met? )
14. FIRST LOVE / LATE SPRING de mitski ( so please hurry leave me. i canât breathe. please donât say you love me [âŠ]  tell me âdonâtâ, so i can crawl back in [âŠ] yet now i find iâve grown into a tall child. )
15. IâVE BEEN ALONE TOO LONG de soko ( thought i saw your face at the end of the alley. it was dark but somewhat pretty just like everything i see, except you were there glowing, your body was floating off the ground. thought iâd come running, try to catch you while i can but i never seen such beauty and i stood there paralyzed. i swear i saw an angel but i was too weak to come closer, blinded by its glow and before i knew it faded [âŠ]  so come to me angel and i swear iâll make a move. itâs way too dark out here and i need your glow to glow. i need your glow to glow. )
16. I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU de russian red ( i hate you but i love you. i just canât take how beautiful you are, i hate to say this but my eyes go blind. i hate you but i love you. my favourite song becomes a healing sign, i hate to say this âcause my heart goes blind. )
17. I LIKE YOU de dandelion hands ( i am scared to say i miss you. last time i had you i should have kissed you. these feelings fester up inside but how could i deny these butterflies [âŠ] i like you, i like you, i like you and i hope you like me too.  youâve been there through all iâve been through. kept me sane and held my hand too. the way you make me feel alright, so how could i deny your lips on mine. )
18. I THINK IâM IN LOVE de kat dahlia ( you ask me how i feel i say nothing but lately colors seems so bright. and the stars light up the night, my feet they feel so light. iâm ignoring all the signs i keep on frontinâ. they ask they bluffinâ. i keep you wondering, keep you hunting for my lovinâ. but i crave us hugging, yeah, stay stubborn 'cause i canât admit that you got all the strings and know just how tug 'em [âŠ]  my heartâs pacing. iâm confused iâm dazing. i saw something i never seen in you itâs got me shaking. i must be hallucinating. i hear it happens, iâm just saying. )
19. COLD NIGHTS de camo columbo ( out there in these cold nights, iâm not the kid i used to be like. donât wanna sleep, let me be your guide. make memories, holding you tight. )
20. IS THIS LOVE de corinne bailey rae ( i wanna love you, i wanna love. love and treat, love and treat you right. i wanna love you every day and every night. weâll be together with a roof over our heads. weâll share the shelter of my single bed. weâll share the same room. is this love, is this love, is this love. is this love that iâm feelinâ? that iâm feelinâ. )
â° Â â  feliz navidad y año nuevo, andy.
â; de: joa ( @finnstaarâ )
â; para: andy ( @thegoldenflowerrâ )
Tuve muchĂsima suerte que me tocaras y de verdad tardĂ© en decidirme que hacer porque me encanta Glenda asĂ que las posibilidades eran infinitas. Pero, obviamente, decidĂ hacer un mix de Glivan porque es una ship que tengo en mi corazĂłn, que siempre me va a gustar & decidĂ hacerlo en honor a ellos. En la portada Ivan esta en b&n porque obviamente Glenda representa el solecito en su vida. En la parte trasera quise poner esa fotito recordando la vez que ella lo llevĂł a la playa. DecidĂ enfocar la playlist cuando Ivan comienza a darse cuenta de sus sentimientos y va evolucionando, aka un revoltijo pero en fin, deseo que al fin sean felices & tengan hijitos.
Gracias por ser mi amiga un año mås, mi vida es preciosa porque estås en ella.
Chinga tu madre,
                        â joanna. đ
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Fiery Passion
Fiery passion
So this is a one shot that I had posted on FF.net for AllenBlasters âOh no! Not again!â Series of one shots involving the various ways to destroy the T-Car. Theyâre pretty funny so go ahead and check them out. In the meantime enjoy this one.
Drenched in sweat and gasping for air, the pair of lovers laid back basking in the afterglow of what they had just done. Beast Boy attempted to stretch, but found movement quite painful considering the light gashes made to his back from his girlfriendâs nails. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Raven was struggling to get into a more comfortable position under his arm.
âAre you okay?â He instinctively asked.
She nuzzled her head into his chest. âA little sore, but Iâm wonderful?â
He kissed the top of her head. âWell that makes two of us.â He began to play with her hair, causing her to let out small moans of pleasure.
âSorry about your back.â
He chuckled. âWell Iâm sorry about your neck⊠and your legs⊠and your lips⊠and yourââ
âAlright youâve made your point.â She lightly snapped.
Still laughing to himself he leaned back with relaxed satisfaction. With a wide grin on his face he was about to let himself give in to full relaxation... when something caught his attention.
The roof he was looking at wasnât Ravenâs.
âUh⊠Rae?â
She snorted. âYou know I hate that name.â She said playfully.
âYeah, yeah, but weâre still in your room right?â
She lifted herself up, now appearing annoyed that her boyfriend was trying to ruin another moment. âIs this the stupid question portion of the evening or something? Yes weâre in my room cause yours is a pigsty.â
His eyes were planted on the ceiling, but they were slowly starting to take in the rest of his surroundings. Noticing his silence she followed his line of sight. It took a moment, but both finally came to the same, horrifying realization.
They werenât in her room anymore.
âBeast Boy? Where are we?â
They both sat up, Raven gripping at the sheets to cover her chest and his underparts. As if the situation couldnât get any worse, they both stopped breathing when they saw that they were in a car.
Not just any car.
Screaming, cursing and babbling; the two scrambled out of the T-Car.
âHow did this happen?!â She screeched.
âHeâs gonna kill us!â Beast Boy grabbed his hair and pulled.
âOkay! Settle down,â she finally said, âmaybe itâs not that bad.â
They both looked back at his car and screamed again. It definitely looked âthat badâ. âDear god heâs gonna kill us!â
âCalm down!â She shouted, more to herself than anything else.
âHow did this happen?!â He shouted. âI thought we were in your room!?â
She bit at her nails. âRemember your powers taking hold during our, um, last night?â
He glanced at the bite marks he had left on her neck, collarbone and arms. âYeah?â
âWell, maybe mine did the same thing. Maybe in the heat of everything I accidentally teleported us here or something.â
He shrugged. âItâs as good an explanation as any. Now how do we fix this.â
Still clutching the sheet with one hand she used the other to try and calm him. âDonât worry. Itâs going to be okay. Iâve worked with Cyborg on the car every time heâs updated it. I can fix it.â
He looked at her like she had grown a second head. âYour gonna fix it?! How?! We donât know when heâll want toââ he froze, turning a pale shade of green as his ears twitched towards the doors. âHeâs coming.â He squeaked.
Reacting on instinct, the T-Car slipped through a black portal, vanishing completely from the garage. Beast Boy looked at the empty space in horror.
âWhat did you do?!â
Before she could respond, she ran up to him, wrapped them both into her soul self, and teleported away.
â:0:â
With a skip in his step, his keys spinning on his finger, his eyes closed, and a jolly old tune being whistled from his lips; Cyborg stepped into, what he had dubbed, HIS garage.
âMmmm, Iâm so excited to try out that new pizza place tonight.â He smacked his lips. âTo bad BB canât come. I heard this place has a famous meat loverâs pizza thatâs to die for. Man I hope he gets over his flu soon so I can dare him to eat it.â He said to himself.
He thought it was weird, the note Beast Boy had left on his door saying he was sick. He was never to sick for food⊠unless it had a bunch of bacon, sausage, more bacon, ham, pepperoni, extra bacon, hamburger meat, and little bits of bacon here and there on it.
âAh well. More for me.â He said happily as he clicked the alarm on his keys... but he was met with only silence. He opened his eyes and clicked again. He was met with more silence, and a completely empty garage.
He furrowed his brows, looking around the empty space. He clicked on the alarm again and again, but no sound was heard. âYo? Whereâd my car go?â
â:0:â
Beast Boy let out a heavy sigh as he let himself melt into her mattress. She was busy in her personal bathroom looking over his handy work. Luckily her leotards covered most of the offending areas so nobody would be the wiser. Seemingly satisfied, she emerged from her bathroom, now dressed in a long sleeved shirt, and slid into bed next to him.
âYou know Cyâs gonna kill us when he finds out.â He muttered.
She placed her head on his chest. âHe wonât find out.â
âWell I donât know, you two are super close and allââ
She grabbed him by the cheeks and growled from between her teeth. âHe. Will. Not. Find. Out.â
He smiled and nodded his head. âYes maâam.â She sighed with exasperation, kissed him on his lips, and laid herself back down on top of him.
âGood boy.â
âŠ
âI still wonder where you sent the car to though.â
She shrugged. âI donât know. I just panicked and did the first thing that came to mind. I donât know where I sent it.â
Beast Boy shrugged. âEh, hopefully itâll turn up eventually.â
Suddenly her communicator began to chime, a ringtone that was set whenever she received a text message. Confused she grabbed it off of her nightstand and flipped it open.
It was a text from the lord of Hell, Landon. Her face visibly paled. âOh⊠godâŠâ
He looked over her shoulder at the picture message she had received. âWhat is⊠itâŠâ Beast Boy suddenly went a light shade of green.
It was a picture of the T-Car inside a river of fire and lava with its lights blinking as if someone was trying to unlock it. Beneath the picture was a caption. âWhen youâre by the pool and the Titans send you a gift.â
#bbrae#beast boy is bae#beast boy raven#raven#beast boy#bbrae fan art#bbrae fanfiction#teen titans fanfiction
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Can you rec a few fics that are not appreciated enough? Like.. proper good ones with good writing and stuff.. Because there are so many fics who get so much attention and it's so cool but then there are fics which are honestly really really good, too, but nobody even knows them. And that's a bit sad. The authors are amazing and I think most of them don't even know that. Soooo.. let's get all those authors the attention they deserve!!!
sure! you can check on our hidden gems tag and previous posts about underrated fics 1Â /Â 2
just like that by justemma
Zayn likes watching Liam play rugby.
Doctor Doctor by orgaziam
Zayn doesn't know whether he should thank Louis or kill him.
Based loosely off of the prompt, "I fell down and now I'm on the floor and my friend has a bad sense of humor and called out 'is anyone here a doctor?' and now you're trying to save me."
Not Fade Away by biggrstaffbunch
Liam wants something to keep. Zayn has a lot to give.
Somehow, they muddle along.
Make Up For by JoMouse
For Zayn, it's always been Liam.
Relight My Fire by LibbyWrites
Loving Lieutenant Liam Payne was always the easy part, from day one.The hard part was dealing with the fact that he was never going to be loved back.
It's Always Been You by livingforamiracle
An AU where Liam consistently goes on bad dates only to realize that his favorite dates are the ones where he's holed up in his flat with his best friend Zayn.
From a Mirror by supercalifragili
The idea was really simple sex, really slow and excruciatingly languorous sex, Zayn promised on the phone.
The Sound of Silence by JoMouse
Zayn likes things quiet.
you put your arms around me and i'm home by ellisaco
"So, uh, any idea where we are?" Liam asks, because Zayn is in charge of navigation, always. Liam still sometimes gets lost in London if Zayn isn't there to steer him right. Which, like, that shouldn't be endearing, right? Certainly if Harry called Zayn up on his day off at ten am to ask where the closest ASDA to Zayn's house was, his first reaction would not be to smile at his mobile.
or: Zayn and Liam go on an ice cream date in Madrid.
A happy ending by Comet
Zayn is a masseur at a resort and Liam's neck hurts.
i'd rather die like this by ziamsquad (locked)
prompt: imagine your opt stuck in an elevator after a fight
We'll Go Slow by Ziamsession
This one shot based on a prompt I got from an anon"could you write an inexperienced zayn wants to have sex with liam (b!z if it's ok) an he wants to make it perfect and tries to prepare himself for liam's cock, tries to ride liam but fails... a lot of giggles and an embarrassed zayn but everything gets better when liam helps him and they make love PLEASEEEEEEE"
The Boy Next Door by happily_missy
Zayn and Liam are next door neighbors but they are worlds apart.
Or the Drive Me Crazy AU that no one asked for but I desperately needed
we should have each other with cream by coffeewordangel
Zayn is convinced his new neighbor is harboring a forbidden cat.
got your body on my mind by coffeewordangel
Fill for ziamminds excellent prompt that Jas brought to my attention:
Yoga was not Zayn's thing. The only thing keeping him from walking out of that class is his super hot instructor Liam Payne.
This Land is Mine, I Let You Rule by missberrycake
In which the life Liam and Zayn share together is one founded on lies and deceit.
When two first-class spies get married, they each have to hide their secret from the other. After theyâre both assigned to the same target, the truth is finally revealed. Free from their cover, they have to learn to love each other all over again.
i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell by redsweater
âYou need to get over the fact we havenât shared everything together babe,â Liam mumbles tired.
Zayns shakes his head, âI do not. Couples must experience everything together. I know smoking our first cigarette together is stupid, but it makes me happy considering I didnât get drunk with you my first time, nor did I lose my virginity to you.â Zayn gives Liam a pointed look, like he dares him to say something about that topic.
zayn is special, and liam's in love
you (put this spell on me) by outofcases (poppyseedheart)
"What part of âdonât touch thatâ did you not understand?" asks Zayn, eyes full of fire. Heâs standing dangerously still in front of Liam, and while they both know that all of this is a front for how worried and potentially freaked out he is, his anger is still searing hot.
Liam shifts from foot to foot, chastened. His hands are twisted up in front of him, fidgeting, and heâs trying not to break Zaynâs eye contact. âI didnât think anything would happen.â
Zayn sighs a long suffering sigh and runs a hand down his face, mumbling something Liam canât fully hear. It sounds suspiciously like âfamous last words.â
Altar'd Perception by Edjumacashun
Zayn finds himself uncontrollably attracted to a goofy, naive, lamb of a boy. As he tries to rationalize his way around this relationship, Liam throws his expections for a loop at every turn.
until the stars are all alight by orphan_account
Liam is a retired former astronaut with the World Space Agency in the year 2134. He was once the ace pilot and pride of Britain until tragedy pushed him out of the service. He's approached by astrophysicist Louis to join a crew that's being assembled to go rescue an astronaut left on the Mars Space Station. This is Zayn Malik. Liam is the only pilot available with the experience necessary to fly a mission to a damaged station.
Slowish burn.
You Can Hear It In The Silence by orphan_account
Five times Zayn and Liam didn't have to say anything at all and the one time they did anyway.
Over Five Months by ZaynCentric
au fic where liam is the popstar and zayn is his uni boyfriend who likes to embarras him when he comes off tour by waiting with all the other fangirls with homemade signs
i hope i'm gonna be by weareonceinalifetime
Five times Zayn kisses Liam on the forehead and one time Liam kisses Zayn.
happy accidents by imstephtacular
âHi, I, uhâŠâ a voice accompanying a knock at Zaynâs door stammers. Zayn approaches the door and, peering out, sees his neighborâ Lance? Lucas? Landon? he cannot remember honestly and he really never thought to askâ wincing as he clutches his stomach. âIâm, uh, Liam, I liveâŠâ he grimaces.
âNext door,â Zayn finishes, opening the door. âYeah, Iâve seen you out running and at the mailboxes. âAreâŠare you okay, mate?â Liamâs expressions are obvious ones of discomfort as Liam attempts to respond, he lurches forward, clawing for the doorframe to steady himself.
Liam yelps in pain and Zayn leans to help him. âWow, okay, whatâs wrong?â Liam is still gripping his stomach and Zayn can see he is visibly in agony.
âI thinkâŠitâsâŠmyâŠâ Liamâs breathing gets heavy, punctuated. âAppendix,â he manages, flinching as yet another shot of pain spreads through his stomach.
OR: Liam is Zayn's neighbor but they've never really been introduced until Liam knocks on Zayn's door, doubled over in pain, and Zayn is terrible in a crisis
I Know The Sound Of Your Heart by LibbyWrites
Liam always adored the peace and quiet of his neighborhood. Until a new neighbor shows up and turns his world upside down with much more than just loud music.
A Million Different Ways by unfortunate17
They work for the Soul Agency and Zaynâs soul always meets Liamâs soul.
i'll go for you with everything i've got by wafflehood (locked)
In which Louis and Harry are definitely in cahoots, Niall is probably sworn to secrecy, Liam has been waiting a while, and Zayn makes a grand romantic gesture.
eyes on you eyes on me by cptniall
âi needed a drink of water after my shower but i forgot that i opened the blinds to my balcony and you just saw me walk into my kitchen nakedaka liamâs hot neighbour teaches him the value of discretion whilst also complimenting him on his massive weiner
Together Making One by zenamored
Another thing he really likes about being with Zaynâheâll never go hungry while heâs around.
Four times Zayn cooks for Liam and one time Liam returns the favor.
#me going thru my history on ao3 lol#i've been reading stuff sorted by kudos#most of these have less than 150 kudos so i reckon they are not appreciated enough#Anons#eat my ask
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When Damien Met His Perfect Match: Part One (Damien x MC)
Ever wondered how Damien met his perfect match? Come as we go back four years to the case that brought Damien to the person that made him laugh, kept him from drinking alone and invited him to places. The person who would become the constant good thing in his life. The person that would always be there for him. His perfect match.
(a/n: IDK how good this is. I tried to keep it as close to what is mentioned in the story but I might have missed a few details and changed it. So may not be consistent. But hope you enjoy it. This a mini-series sort of thing so there will be more. Oh and this is a bit long. Got carried away)Â
PART TWO HERE
When Damien Met His Perfect Match: Part One (Damien x Emmy)Â
âNadia!â Emmy shouted urgently as she practically stormed up the final set of stairs and to the open door of her cousin Nadiaâs apartment.
âEmmy!â Nadia exclaimed sobbed.
Emmy walked straight threw to the living room, walking past the police officer that was standing by the doorway and the other that was standing awkwardly by Nadia. Not even giving them a sideways glance, all she could focus on was Nadia, who was sobbing profusely on her couch, her legs tucked up so she could press them close to her chest, her face buried into her knees. Emmy could feel her heart clench, she hated seeing Nadia like this. She didnât deserve this.
âHey hey,â Emmy greeted immediately sitting down besides her and pulling her into a hug.
Nadia gripped onto Emmy tightly, continuing to cry into her shoulder. Emmy hadnât noticed how violently she was shaking until then.
âItâs okay. Youâre safe now,â Emmy comforted, stroking her hair, only glancing up briefly at the officers that were watching them, âOh NadiaâŠâ
âEm..emmâŠmmmmâŠmyyy,â Nadia cried uncontrollably, her voice breaking.
Emmy pulled away slightly so she was facing her. She held onto the sides of her arms. Nadiaâs brown eyes were glossy with tears, few which escaped and rolled down her cheeks. She continued to shake, her breathing was heavy and erratic.
âWhat happened?â Emmy asked, pulling her gaze from Nadia to the two silent policemen watching.
âThe next-door neighbour heard screaming and called us. We found Miss Park on couch, visibly upset. It doesnât look like a break-in and nothing was takenâŠagain.â The police officer closet by them stepped in after a few seconds of silence.
âWhat did he do this time?â Emmy demanded in a stern whisper her eyes going to the second police officer by the door, the one who she knew.
Officer Davidson stepped forward taking a deep breath. Emmy knew his name and him all too well, how could she not. This was the third time heâd been here after a break-in. She couldnât even count the number of other encounters theyâd had. He was one the first responders at the first break in and he personally taken over the case. Unofficially of course as there was never enough evidence to turn it over to the local Special Victims unit. His face was riddled with genuine worry as he watched over Nadia who had once again began sobbing into Emmyâs shoulder. Clinging onto her as if she was a toddler.
âHe moved stuff around. Damaged some property,â He answered, his eyes not meeting Emmyâs and remained firmly at his shoes.
âDid he leave a note?â Emmy questioned.
âNo, not this time. I figure that he thought that was message enough,â He elaborated gesturing to other side of the room.
Emmy followed his hand and looked over at the other side of Nadiaâs apartment. Nadia had been working on three paintings recently for an up coming gala. They had once been sitting proudly on three easels, unfinished but still masterpieces. Know they laid strewn on the floor, punctured with black paint thrown on top haphazardly.
Emmy breathed sharply and gave her cousin a squeeze.
âI would like to point out that we donât know whoâŠâ The first officer began. âThatâs bullshit and we both know it,â Emmy interrupted, standing up and walking over to both of them, âThis is the third time youâve been here in a month for a âbreak-inâ with nothing being stolen. I donât know how many times weâve called you about him following or standing across the street watching her. How can you stand there and say we donât know who it is. We all know exactly who it is but you donât want to do anything about it!â
âMiss Park please understand that we canât do anything without evidence,â Officer Davidson attempted to explain for the umpteenth time, âThere are no classic signs of a break-in. There is no forensic evidence. Every time we get calls heâs always gone before he arrives. The phone calls all get traced back to burner phones. There is no evidence to suggest Luke Taylor is behind this besides yours and Nadiaâs witness statements,â
âIs that what you're going when she ends up dead?â Emmy hissed, her voice low so Nadia couldnât hear.
âIt wonâtâŠâ Officer Davidson reassured quickly.
âThat you couldnât do anything because there was no evidence? We all know itâs Taylor. Who else can it be?â
âIt wonât get that far,â The second officer added.
âHow do you know? He keeps evolving each time because he knows that you arenât going to do anything,â Emmy countered.
âHe had an alibi,â He offered, dismissively.
âHow can he have an alibi? Neither of us know exactly when the break-in occurred. Was it as soon as she left for work at 8:00am this morning or was it an hour ago just before came back at 10:00pm. Please enlighten me officers,â Emmy argued expertly, folding her arms across her chest as she narrowed her eyes at them.
âYou need to understand our position,â He began yet again.
âI already do. Weak,â Emmy interrupted, unable to control her frustration at this point.
âIt will be his word against hers. He could claim sheâs doing this for attention,â Davidson elaborated.
âDoes that look like she trying to get attention?â Emmy interjected sharply, gesturing to Nadia behind her who had shifted to the foetal position, she was quiet, heartbreakingly so, âIs it also for attention when she calls me in the middle night because sheâs too scared to sleep? Is she also seeing a therapist for attention? Answer me!â
âIâm sorry butâŠâ The officer tried.
âWeâre done here,â Emmy stated, cutting him offâŠyet again.
âMiss ParkâŠâ He started.
âYou just told me that there isnât anything you can do. So I donât see why youâre still here,â Emmy dismissed, gesturing towards the door.
âMiss Park we are tryingâŠâ
âI bet you are and so are we,â Emmy stated, her voice intimidatingly calm that it made the officers uncomfortable.
âWhat do you mean?â He inquired.
âYou said you need evidence then weâre going to get evidence,â Emmy persisted, her eyes alight with determination.
âHow areâŠâ Davidson interrogated as Emmy had started moving them both back towards the door.
âLet me show you both out,â She said, ignoring him, âHave a good night,â
âTake care Miss Park, both of you,â The second officer said, walking out the door and down the stairwell, assuming that his partner would follow.
âDonât do anything stupid, Emmy,â Davidson whispered in a concerned but friendly toned as they both lingered in the doorway, âI know you want to protect Nadia but it isnât worth putting yourself in danger,â
âWe have differing opinions on what is worthwhile,â Emmy sighed, as she glanced back at Nadia.
âIâm being serious Emmy,â Davidson warned, âCall me if youâŠeither of you need anything,â
âI will,â Emmy nodded.
âI really am sorry that I canât do more,â He apologized.
âI know I was being hard on you guys. I know I canât expect you to watch her or him twenty-four seven. But I just feel soâŠâ Emmy reasoned.
âI feel exactly the same way. We will stop him,â He tried to comfort.
âBut what has to happen before we do?â Emmy commented nervously before shutting the door.
Emmy took a moment before turning around to face Nadia. She was scared, hell she was terrified. She didnât know what Luke Taylor was capable of. All she did know was that right now they only thing in between him and Nadia was her. So she knew she couldnât be scared at least not openly. She had to keep Nadia safe because he only way he was going to get to her was over her dead body.
âIâm going to pack you a bag,â Emmy stated in the strongest tone she could muster as she turned round and walked back over to Nadia.
âWhy?â Nadia sniffled, the initial shock of the feeling of someone invading the only place you should feel safe still present but somewhat subsiding.
âYouâre staying with me from now on until all this over,â Emmy insisted, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.
âNo, Emmy I canât. Heâll just come there. Heâll follow me and then it will hurt you too,â Nadia stuttered, the simple suggestion setting her off again.
Luke Taylor had left her broken and half the woman she was before.
âI donât care. From now on if he wants to get to you he has to go through me first,â Emmy proclaimed in an attempt to comfort Nadia but her heart was heavy at the sight of this person who merely resembled the Nadia she knew,
âYou canât do that,â Nadia insisted.
âYes, I can and I am,â Emmy nodded, straightening up.
âEmmyâŠâ Nadia began.
âNadia, Iâm not going to let anything else happen to you.â Â
There were no more protests after that. Emmy packed a bag and Nadia grabbed her essentials. They were out of that apartment in fifteen minutes and back at Emmyâs in another. Nadia slowly started acting like herself again once there as she got ready for bed at Emmyâs insistence. She was quickly settled and sleeping in Emmyâs room. Emmy, on the other hand, didnât dare sleep. Instead, she sat beside her, staying up all night, making sure that she was there just in case she needed her.
The next morning Emmy went to work absolutely exhausted. In fact, she was mid-yawn as she stepped off the elevator where she was immediately met with her assistant, Landon.
âYou look awful,â He commented as they began walking down the hall towards her office.
âTell me about it. I was up all night,â Emmy sighed, her hands flying to hair in attempt to make the quick ponytail she had thrown her hair into somewhat presentable.
âOh really,â He smirked, his eyebrows quirking up.
âWith Nadia,â Emmy clarified, taking a sip of the coffee he had handed her, âIt happened again last night,â
âDid you call the police?â He inquired, walking through the door Emmy held open for him as they continued to walk.
âYeah and once again nothing could prove it was him so they couldnât do anything,â Emmy sighed, dejected.
âIs she is okay?â Landon asked.
âSheâs resting at my place. I asked my doorman to keep an eye out,â Emmy added, opening the door to her office.
âSo what are you going to do?â Landon asked as they both stopped in the doorframe
âI donât know but until I do might as well distract myself with work,â Emmy âSpeaking of which,â
âYou have a partners meeting at 10:00, then back to back client meeting until five with one of them being with the CEO of O'Brien Limited about the merger with Fortworth. Oh and the Carter contract is due tonight so I left 1 till 2 empty so you can finish it up,â Landon recalled, glancing down at his phone.
âThat contract hit your mailbox two hours ago,â Emmy grinned, leaning against the doorframe and for the time that morning, grinning.
He tilted his head at her in confusion as he rested on the wall beside her.
âI couldnât sleep so I worked,â Emmy shrugged, taking a sip.
âThis is whyâŠâ Landon begin.
Emmy didnât hear the rest of what Landon said. As he spoke Emmy had cast her eyes over the busting office. It was early but an international law firm was always working as if was the middle of the day. Time differences. Though the thing that actually distracted her was the man that left one of her colleagues offices.
Emmy was analytical by nature and detail-oriented to a fault. It was necessary for this job and she wouldnât have gotten to the position she was, youngest ever partner at the firm if she wasnât amazing at it. She was also good at reading people, but this man was different.
She was sure he wasnât a client or a lawyer. She got that just by how he was dressed. Sure, he had a white shirt and tie but no suit jacket. Instead, he wore a brown leather jacket in its place. Every other man here wore suits or some sort of variation as did the clients bar the few eccentric ones, though his outfit was too tame for them. He was tall and dark and yes handsome, she thought to herself. He had stubble as well also a rarity around here. She was far enough that she couldnât make out the details but she liked what she saw from the clear glances she got of him. She also noted how carried himself differently to her colleague and almost everyone else around here. She was intrigued, to say the least.
He was indeed different.
But she couldnât figure out why. She pondered the thought before scolding herself for watching too many episodes of criminal minds and thinking that she could analyze everyone just by looking at them. But the thought still lingered, she wanted, she needed to know more about the man who by all means blended in but yet stood out to her. Shaking the thought quickly she brought herself back just in time to catch the end of what Landon was saying.
âHmm,â She let out, taking the last sip of coffee as her eyes followed the man and her college, James, to the elevator.
She watched as James, her colleague, shook his hand and walked into the elevator. She watched as he turned around inside said elevator and pressed the button. And as he looked up the panel their eyes met briefly. Emmy became flustered instantaneously over being caught, averting her eyes in an attempt to recover. But she wasnât quick enough. He had noticed. She knew he had. As she caught the small smirk that formed on his lips just as the elevator doors shut.
âWhy are you blushing?â Landon suddenly asked.
âIâm not,â Emmy insisted quickly, lifting her empty mug to take a sip, only remembering said fact when it reached her lips.
âWould you like more coffee?â Landon inquired, amused.
âYes,â Emmy stated before turning around and shutting her office door.
A few hours later after meeting Emmy found she had a moment to herself. Only for a moment though as soon as she let herself recline instead of punch over her pile of seeming endless contracts, a head popped around her door.
âHey Emmy,â James greeted cheerily, strolling into her office and taking a seat opposite her.
âPlease come in James. Iâm not busy at all.â Emmy commented sarcastically, not looking up as she looked over her current contract.
âYouâve always got time for me,â James winked suggestively, leaning closer across the desk.
âJames,â Emmy warned sternly but in a playful manner, not looking at him.
Emmy was fully aware of James interest in her. In fact, she spent almost half their interactions together deflecting his propositions. It was light-hearted enough and fun in nature that she didnât always mind the banter. Though she could tell that he was gearing up to ask her out on an actual date which she wasnât interested in at all. So while it was still somewhat playful she didnât mind a little teasing, though she never pretended to be interested.
âEmmy,â He breathed.
âYouâre going to tone it down by at least five,â Emmy chuckled, glancing at her computer screen before jotting something down.
âYou never let me have any fun,â He huffed.
âHave fun on your own time,â Emmy suggested.
âWell, now that you mention your own time,â He attempted to Segway, rather awkwardly in Emmyâs opinion.
âWas there something you needed?â
âMcdougall contract,â He sighed, giving up for the day, much to Emmyâs relief.
They chatted for a few minutes before he got up to leave though he made sure that he was doing so reluctantly. As he did, her mind slipped back to the man from this morning as it had been all day.
âHey, who was that you were with this morning?â Emmy asked suddenly causing James to turn back around as he was already leaving her office.
âThis morning. This morning,â He hummed as he cast his mind back.
âThe guy in a brown jacket,â She offered tactfully.
âOh, some PI I hired,â He shrugged.
âOne of our investigators?â Emmy questioned.
âOh no, a local one,â He clarified, âMy client wanted an outsider so it couldnât be traced back to the firm and then back to him,â
âAnd whyâs that?â She teased.
âThat would be a breach of attorney-client privilege,â He joked, âThough between you and me. Letâs just say his business partner is not going to be having a good morning,â
âIs he any good?â She asked, telling herself she was just making conversation and not just curious for any other reason.
âBetter than any of our guys,â James chuckled dryly, âWhy do you ask? In the market for a PI?â
Emmy paused. That was it. That was how she could get evidence. âYes,â
âWhyâs that?â James inquired, an eyebrow quirking up in curiosity.
âItâs personal,â Emmy said quickly, almost too quickly.
âOh okay, well whatever it is. Damien is your man, a couple of other clients recommended him after he dealt with some other more discreet matters for them,â James nodded, pulling back at her words.
âDamien huh?â Emmy commented, leaning back. He did look like a Damien she thought to herself, whatever that meant.
âYeah, Damien Naz somethingâŠhold on I think I still have his card that you could have,â James continued before stopping, searching his pockets and producing a small business card, âDamien Nazario,â
âThanks,â Emmy said, extending her hand so he could give to her.
âIâll give it to you on one condition,â James suggested, resting his palm on her desk and leaning over. âIf he does a good job you have to go out with me,â
âDo I now?â Emmy smirked.
âWell, if you want the card,â He sighed teasingly.
âIgnoring the fact google exists,â Emmy countered, âYou must have a lot of faith in this guy to bet your chances on him,â
âIf you knew half the stuff heâs supposedly dealt with. You would too. Iâm sure he can help you too,â James explained.
âAll right then,â Emmy agreed, taking the card.
âIâm going to get our reservations booked,â He winked before heading out.
Emmy rolled her eyes before focusing back on the card. She went to type the number into her phone but hesitated and called another one instead.
âOfficer Quinn Davidson,â The voice responded as soon as the phone was answered.
âHey, itâs Emmy,â Emmy responded quickly, âI was wondering if you could do my favor,â
Emmy quickly relayed what happened and her idea. Much to her relief he also thought it was a good idea.
âWho did he suggest?â Davidson asked.
âDamien Nazario,â Emmy relayed.
âNazario huh? Havenât heard that name around here in a while,â He commented somewhat fondly.
âYou know him?â Emmy asked surprised.
âHe used to be a Detective here before moving onto Interpol,â Davidson informed. âHe works at Interpol?â Emmy questioned.
âNo, not anymore. I didnât realize he had become a PI,â
âDoes that mean heâs a good one?â Emmy joked, âSo good that you guys didnât even notice,â
âWell, if heâs half the PI that he was the detective I knew then heâs the perfect man for the job,â Davidson reassured, âBut Iâll send you his file anyway, just so you have some extra information,â
âThank you,â
âNo problem, take care,â He returned before ending the call.
Around ten minutes later, Mr. Nazario file landed in her inbox. She quickly reviewed it before getting Landon to call the number and set up a meeting for that night as she was about to be pulled into one of her own.
That night Emmy was standing at the doorway of the pub. The Archer and Hopps she scrutinized. From what she could tell it looked nice enough from the outside, though it wasnât like the bars that Nadia loved to drag her too. Inside surprised her, however. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and the room was lined with leather booths. Definitely different from the modern electric bars close to Nadiaâs heart. It was much moreâŠbroody. She walked in, her eyes scanning for anyone that resembled the man from that morning. Finally, her eyes settled at the bar where a lone man in a brown jacket sat nursing a beer, talking with the Bartender. Who noticed Emmy as she approached and excused himself as she reached him.
âDamien Nazario?â Emmy asked, gently tapping the shoulder of the man wearing the brown jacket before taking a step back.
âSure is, whose asking?â The man responded, turning around in his seat at the touch as he pulled a drink from his lips.
As soon as he did their eyes met and locked.
âEmmy Park,â Emmy said stretching out her arm for a handshake, her eyes unwavering from his, âI need your help,â
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Hope had found it slightly funny that she was going decade dance shopping in her Stepmotherâs closet. Rebekah had helped her with all the decades she lived in so this made sense. Some part of her wondered Klausâs reaction at some of these getups and how they looked on his daughter. Fashion was not the norm for the tribrid who preferred to be comfortable in sweaters and combat boots. in fact, lizzie had taken over dressing her up or giving her ideas in the school year when Auntie Bex wasnât around. Alaric would have to make piece with her father being around more with some of the staying hand of the vampire hunter. Maybe thatâs why Hope had tried to find the most flamboyant piece of clothing she could find. It was a school dance after all. All of her worries died to thinly held back laughter against the utter shock on her face. It wasnât how the clothes fit her as Buffy had always made her feel like the most beautiful girl around. Even being there after her first boyfriend had ended up being a murderous racist vampire. Maybe they werenât her style, but she had no idea what sort of two thousands style she was as it wasnât far enough away to be taught as some sort of decade at that time. Besides, she may or may not have liked a certain phoenix boy that she had only newly reconnected with. Slightly stiffly, the teen attempted a twirl under her stepmotherâs gaze. They always had a similar sense of humor that would no doubt make Klausâs eyes roll with the speed of a thousand suns. The blondeâs judgement would always be something to be trusted like anyone in the Mikealson family though she was also one of the few in that family who knew what teenagers liked or were interested in. Pop culture was lost on any of the elder originals besides Kol. Rebekah could occasionally be in that bubble though her takes were that of a woman who had known hundreds of years. Landon was always stuttering around her so the feelings may be returned, but the witch was not that accustomed to this romantic type of thing or letting people in after the murder of her mother. Maybe now she was so grateful for moments like this with the last mother figure she had. Hayley and Buffy were the people that had raised her for as long as she could remember. Elijah had failed hayley in that moment though Hope was certain Hayley knew her daughter would be left in loving capable hands. The smile was unable to be stopped as the elder of the two pulled her into the room with which her father and buffy occupied. When the teen had asked for her help, she hadnât expected buffy to send the âoverprotective father wolfâ to his art studio or him to follow the order like a lost puppy. The shirt was daring and not her usual style. Yet, the mikealson heir was finding herself sexy in the lines and hugs of the black top. Watching landon stutter and cough while taking her in seemed worth it. Especially when Lizzie and Josie had thought that the boy was asking Hope as a friend date and invited themselves. She would get the guts to toss her auburn hair about and capture the boy in the dancing skills every Mikealson grew up with. Rebekah had been delighted to teach her as soon as possible and it was quite different then the Taylor swift her two mothers had danced with her in the kitchen too. In fact, they should bring Klaus into that tradition at some point. It was a daring bit of fabric to dance in. One slip-up and it would get the curly headed boyâs attention in a way that she wasnât certain she was ready for yet. Â âAre you calling me skanky? Now, I know why you sent Dad away though he might like it- on you- which is gross and makes me want to change. I donât know. i guess I want to step out of my usual covered up self especially when I finally like something at school. I like the red and usually wear leather on my own. Bekah always told me I couldnât wear this shock of red because of my hair, but itâs a decade dance and a little freeing.â
meme from @multistoty
â 27ïč sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes . (Mabye teen hope)
The Salvatore school's decade dance this year was the early 00s. Given that Buffy still had some of her clothes back then, she let Hope raid her closet when she asked. However, on the night of said dance Buffy caught Hope walking down the hallway wearing her tight leather pants and a black strapless top that covered the front, but showed some cleavage, and was hooked together by a single strap in the back. After getting over the shock of her stepdaughter in her old clothes and wondering why that was even considered stylish back then. Buffy grabbed Hope by the hand and brought her to her own room. "Where do I start with the bad!?" Buffy exclaimed. "I mean, the red leather pants? Fine. I can live with that. You look good in them, but the top!? It's not you!! To be honest, I only wore it once and I thought I got rid of it! Kim Kardashian thinks it looks skanky and that's saying something!"
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Truth or Dare (4)
Characters: AJ Styles and OFC
Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Angst, Fluff, and Fantasy Smut
Short Summary: Miaâs actions come back to haunt her. Also, a Truth or Dare game involving Mia and AJ lead to secrets being discussed and feelings being revealed.
Word Count: 3,823
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Sequel to Gym Antics. Okay you guys, we are nearing the finish line, only about one or two chapters left at the most. Thanks for all the positive feedback on this. This is the first time Iâve tried this on Tumblr and I appreciate those who have encouraged me.
Mia's POV
I am walking backstage. I've been avoiding AJ for the past two weeks. I just feel so stupid. All he did was point out the fact that he paid for our meals. The least I could have done was ate it. He was a really nice guy. It seemed like the nicer he was, the more determined I was to be a complete bitch. Me ruining the nice bed he made for me was mean spirited, but me tossing a glass of lemonade in his face was something else entirely.
I had been spending all of my time with Kevin over the past few weeks in hopes of distracting myself from thinking of AJ. Now, it was Raw and I had a meeting with Stephanie before the show. My heart was pounding. I just hoped that it could be the push I deserve for the Divas Championship.
I get to Stephanie's office and knock on the door. A few seconds later, the door is opened by Stephanie. I look inside and see AJ sitting in a chair in front of her desk. My heart drops as Stephanie welcomes me inside. I glare at AJ. If he snitched, I could be in big trouble. I sit down next to him. Stephanie walks to her chair and sits across from us.
"I called you two here today because a video has gone viral, and it stars you both." Stephanie turns her laptop. It's a gif of me repeatedly throwing my glass of lemonade in AJ's face. I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment.
"It has also come to my attention that you slapped AJ at a gym just an hour prior to this altercation, Ms. Stone." Stephanie continues. My throat closes up. AJ gets up nervously, his concerned eyes locked onto my body.
"It's not her fault. I pushed a few of her buttons. She reacted poorly. Please understand that we were both in the wrong." AJ pleads. Stephanie looks at me with her piercing blue eyes.
"I could understand if she reacted poorly in private. However, these are public scandals. As a result, I am suspending you for four weeks, Mia." Stephanie decides. AJ looks to her.
"What about me?" He challenges. Stephanie sighs.
"We can't afford to lose you. You are a huge draw." In anger, I get up and walk out. AJ runs after me. He grabs me by the arm. I turn and give him a venomous stare. He quickly lets go as he remembers what my slap feels like.
"I'm sorry, that was unfair." He apologizes. I shrug in defeat.
"It's not like it matters." I start to leave before turning back. "I'm guessing that was a subtle warning from Steph if I get into one more fight with you, I'm gone. So I'll see you later." I groan. He nods.
"I promise, I won't be pushing anymore buttons. I swear." He reiterates. His face was genuine, proving once again that he was a kind, handsome man. A light smile appears on my face. He chuckles. "I've never seen that before." He comments. I remain quiet as he strokes my cheek with a gentle hand. I place my hand over his. "You have a beautiful smile." He whispers.
With that, he begins to walk away. I let out a breath. Part of me could not tell if this was part of his show. I shook my head of these thoughts. I wanted to ive AJ the benefit of the doubt After all, he was a good guy. Suddenly, I'm tapped on the shoulder. It is Stephanie. "Oh yeah, you're suspension is effective immediately, leave the premises at once." She instructs.
I close my eyes and roll them so that she does not see before leaving to grab my stuff from the locker room. As I walk out, I walk into Kevin. He looks at me in surprise as he sees my bags by my side.
"What's up? Where are you going?" He asks. I sigh before giving him the summary of my conflict with Stephanie. He shakes his head. "That's bullshit. I'm sorry." He comments before giving me a hug. I nod my head in agreement. I see Stephanie walk by. I am sure that if she saw me she might be tempted to have me escorted away.
"I gotta go." I tell him. He nods in understanding before giving me a kiss on the forehead. I get to my rental car with my belongings and drive to the hotel.
I get to my hotel room and feel admittedly lonely. It was still early so I pull out my phone and observe my contacts in hopes of finding someone to talk to.
KO đ» AJ đđŠ Sami đ đŻ Bo$$ Straight Fiređ„ Lunatic Dean đ» Paige đ Mom đ” Dad đŽ Chris đŠ đ Barrett Mallory đ Landon đ«
Just talked to Kevin. AJ. My love bug Sami, Sasha, Becky, Dean's just my drinking buddy, Paige, Ma, Pa, Bro, the Ex, the Whore, the Asshole. I sigh, I should probably delete the last two. My eyes go back to AJ's name, despite all that had gone on today, the only one I wanted to talk to was AJ.
AJ's POV
I'm at Raw. I can't stop thinking about what happened with Mia and Stephanie. It was completely unfair how poorly Stephanie treated her. I shake my head. I couldn't think about that just yet. I had a promo to cut with The Miz and Chris Jericho. Then, I was going to be there for Daniel Bryan's retirement announcement. This tugs at mt heart again. I am sure Mia knew Daniel Bryan more than I did, and here I wad attending his retirement announcement while she had been banned.
I get into my rental car and relive the last few moments of my life. I had just met Daniel, but he seemed like a great guy. It was unfortunate that I'd never get to work with him. While it was a sad moment, I was left even sadder due to the fact that Mia could not be there. She would have enjoyed the event.
As I drive, my mind keeps wandering back to Mia. Her long, flowing, brown hair, brilliant blue eyes, supple lips, humble breasts. My dick begins to strain itself against the fabric of my jeans. I look up to the sky. "God, please not now." I spit. It becomes clear that my erection has a mind of its own. I roll my eyes and pull up to the side.
Luckily, there does not seem to be much traffic. I unzip my fly and pull out my cock. I begin to stroke it as I imagine Mia in the passenger's seat. She leans down and wraps her lips around my cock. She begins to suck. I push my head back as she continues to stroke. Her tongue moves down and makes its way down to my balls. She flicks my balls with her tongue. As she works, my unit continues to harden. I take a hand and guide her back to my shaft.
She now can only make her way down half of me. I start to move my hips up and down. Mia looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. They are watering. I notice strands of her hair are going out in all sorts of directions. In order to help her, I grab a handful of het hair and hold it back as I face fuck her. She starts to push off of my thighs. I look at her with a loving gaze.
"Please Mia, do this for me." I beg. She nods as she attempts to deep throat me. Her lips get lower and lower until it has reached the base. She sticks her tongue out and laps at my balls. She seems to be hungry for my cum, doing whatever she can to pleasure me. I am ready to give it to her. My phone vibrates, but I ignore it. "Yeah Mia, take my cum." I growl as my cock starts to shoot jets of cum onto my dashboard.
My eyes widen in shock at my thoughts. You're married man! I rebuke myself. I grab a cloth and start to clean up. My phone vibrates again. I pull if out see that Mia has invited me to her room to talk. Without thinking, I text back, agreeing to the plan. I put on the radio and drive the rest of the way only thinking about the music.
I have already set my stuff up in my room. I get to Mia's room and knock. "It's open!" Mia calls out. I walk inside and smell food cooking. Music is playing and I can't help but smirk. A second or two later, Mia comes out dancing.
My eyes immediately go to her hips, swinging and rotating smoothly, as if natural. She stops as soon as she sees me. I laugh a bit as she holds her face in embarrassment and hurries over to the food.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you or anything." I apologize. She shakes her head.
"No worries. If anything, I'm more sorry that you had to see that." She admits. I place a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't know why, you're were a pro dancer." I remind her. She smiles and nods before continuing to cook. I look at it, my mouth watering. She chuckles under her breath.
"Chicken Marsala. I couldn't keep watching the Daniel Bryan thing, too sad. So, I went shopping for food." She explains.
"Looks good, Honey." Without thinking, I kiss Mia on the cheek. As I walk away, my eyes bulge out from my skull. I turn and see a similar expression on her face.
However, it turns into a laugh. "Yeah, anyone can tell that you just got out of a relationship." She teases. I cross my arms.
"What does that mean?" I challenge. She shrugs.
"Nothing. It's just funny that the first time you come home to a woman cooking a meal, it immediately brings you back to your wife." She explains.
"Well, either way, I'm sorry. It was a mistake. It won't happen again." I mutter angrily, slamming the door to the bathroom behind me.
Before I can lock it, Mia comes in. I'm sat on the side of the bathtub. She sits beside me on the toilet seat. She takes a deep breath.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." I meet her eyes, how should I respond?
Mia's POV
"I'm sorry if I touched a nerve. Look, it was an accident. You had an impulse. I'm sure you'll get Willa back. This just proved you still love her." I encourage.
"I don't want her back. It's true, I love her, I'll always love her in some way. I mean hell, we have three children together. I guess I just want her to be happy. Even if that means we're just friends." He explains. She nods and places a hand over mine.
"Then I'll help you reach that." I tell him. He looks at me with those beautiful eyes of his. My eyes begin to study his face.
His nose was cute and proportionate to the rest of his face. The wrinkles on his forehead that betrayed his otherwise youthful appearance. His lips, pink and plump, despite his age. I mean his haircut sucked, but he was actually very handsome.
I get up and offer him a hand. He accepts it and we walk over to the kitchen. I burnt the chicken a bit, but otherwise, I hope it's a good meal. I make him a plate before making myself one. We both sit down across from one another. In my hand is a glass of wine while AJ has a glass of water.
"So, this whole friendship with Kevin Owens, how did that start?" He asks. I laugh.
"Well, at first we didn't like one another. We didn't actually become friends until I became friends with Sami. Sami pushed Kevin to help train me. After some time that I trained under both of them, I learned that they are both great guys." I explain.
"So, at first, you were just using him, but then it blossomed into a beautiful friendship?" He sums up. I shake my head.
"Not really, I love that man. He's like the brother I never had. Even though I have a brother." I admit. AJ nods.
"What happened with you and Wade?" He asks. I smile and take a sip of wine.
"He fell in love with another woman. Avery. I think her name was. All I know is that they have a son together, and are happy with one another." I answer. AJ drinks his water.
"Now what is this, 20 questions?" I tease. He takes another drink as he finishes up the meal.
"No, I'm more of a truth or dare type of guy." He admits. I finish my own meal and stand up.
"Then by all means, let's play." I suggest.
AJ's POV
I clean up the dishes as Mia finishes off her glass of wine. To my relief, she does not get drunk before she puts the wine away in the fridge. She sits, down, leaning her back on the couch. I join her with my glass of water. I face her with a smile. "Since you already asked me a couple of questions. You go first. Truth or Dare?" She decides. I shrug.
"Truth." I choose. She narrows her eyes.
"How bad can we go with this?" She asks. I chuckle.
"Is that your question?" He teases. I shake my head as she shakes her head. I shrug. "I am a Christian boy, but since you have had a bad day I will make an exception and say that you can push farther than other people can." I tell her. She nods.
"Okay, I know you have a poor relationship with your parents, can you elaborate?" She asks. My eyes widen.
"God that's your first question. Okay, poor is putting it lightly, but I was born in a Marine base. I lived with an older brother, my mother, and my father." I pause. Mia sighs.
"I'm sorry, that was a bad question don't answer." She offered. I shook my head.
"It's fine. I've been fine with my childhood for a long time now. Anyway, we were poor growing up in Georgia. My pops liked to drink. And when he drank, he also liked to hit me, my brother, and my mom. God I begged my mother so many times to get us away from him, but she never did." A tear began to form in my eye. I wiped it away and cleared my throat. Mia crawled over to me and hugged me.
Her scent filled my nostrils. We seperated, our lips inches from each other. Our eyes locked, she sat back and smiled. I adjusted myself through my jeans.
"Anyway I got married to my wife Willa when we were seniors in high school. As soon as I could I was gone." I conclude. She nods, as if processing the information. "Your turn, truth or dare?" I challenge. She smiles lightly.
"Dare." She answers. I clap my hands together.
"Prank call Kevin." I suggest. She laughs.
"I do that on a regular day, but okay." She jokes as she pulls out her phone. She hits *67 before calling him. After a few rings, the phone picks up.
"Mia, don't have time for this, I'm tired, good night." With that, he hangs up.
"Shit, he knew it was me. Well, technically I did it. So truth or dare?" I cross my arms at her technicality before smiling.
"Truth." I repeat. She frowns. As I take a sip.
"No fun. Okay, this will be a lighter question. How many different people have you had sex with?" Mia asks. I spit the water out. She laughs as I wioe the water from my self. It has soaked my shirt. I am trying to dry it. Mia rolls her eyes. "Give it to me, I'll throw it in the dryer." She offers. I remove my shirt. I feel a bit awkward as I am now shirtless.
She leaves for a second as I try to get my wits about me. She returns with a tank top. "Might be too small for you but it is all I got." She says. I put it on and it is indeed too small, but it still does it's job. "So, how many?" She repeats. I take a deep breath.
"Two." I answer. She chuckles.
"Who?" She asks. I shake my finger at her playfully.
"No, no, no, that's two." I point out. She pouts, looking annoyingly cute.
"Damn it. Fine. Willa, obviously. But I lost my virginity when I was fourteen to another woman." I clarify. She covers her hand over her mouth playfully. I chuckle. "Truth or Dare?" I prompt.
"Truth." She switches it up. I smile.
"Name all of your sexual partners." I shoot back. She rolls her eyes.
"Well, there's my ex Wade and then a fling with Sheamus." She answers. My eyes widen.
"You had sex with Sheamus?" I am in shock. She shakes her head.
"Only like two times. I was rebounding from Wade and as a result we didn't work out." She clarifies.
I nod. "Wait, what about Landon?" I risk asking. She takes a deep breath and I immediately regret asking the question.
"We never had sex. I wanted to do it right with, wait until I was married. He couldn't wait, so he fucked my best friend." She admits.
"Well that's cause he's a boy who only thinks with his trouser snake if you know what I mean." I joke. I cringe but to my surprise she lets out a chuckle. "I am sure the right man will come along and wait as long as he needs to." I encourage. She looks to me. I am filled with guilt as I look down at my feet. She runs a hand through her dark hair.
"Okay, truth or dare?" She asks. I smirk.
"Truth." I answer. She looks at her fingers nails, as if thinking of a question. She seems conflicted. As if she is unsure if she wants to ask this next question. Or rather, if she wants to know the answer to her next question.
"What do you think of me?" She asks. I chuckle.
"What do you mean?" I ask. She sighs.
"It's pretty simple. What do you think of me?" She repeats. I sigh.
"I think you are a talented young woman." I state. She scoffs.
"Come on AJ that's a cop out and you know it." She challenges. I let out a breath.
"Where is this coming from? Why do you care?" I ask. She sits back.
"Because, I think you are a great guy. That's the only reason I give you so much shit. I feel as if my entire life is falling apart and you want to be there for me. I've never had that before. I don't deserve it. So that is why I threw lemonade in your face that is why I slapped you. You are so great, I guess I am just suspicious that you show so much kindness to a piece of shit like me." She rants. I sigh and crawl over to her.
I bring her into me and hug her. "You are far from a piece of shit Mia. You are beautiful, headstrong, and by that I mean stubborn as hell. But in a way I like that about you. I feel as though you walk into a room and command some damn respect. Not through your language, but your body. You are an amazing person who has been through some not amazing things. So if you wonder what I think about you I think you are the most special person I have ever met. After my kids." I tease. She looks up at me, tears in her eyes.
"Thank you." She whispers. She looks so vulnerable, her eyes wide, her lips quivering. Without thinking I kiss her. My eyes widen as to my surprise she deepens the kiss. She sits on my lap and wraps her legs around my waist as we kiss. I stand up and sit down on the couch. Her kisses start to trail from my lips to my jaw. Her lips tickle my stubble as I groan. She breaks the kiss and peels the tank top off of me.
We continue our lip lock. I push my tongue forward, begging for entrance into her mouth. She allows me and my tongue starts to explore her mouth as my hands wander over her body. Her own hands tracing every muscle on my frame including my arms, chest, and abs. Her hands begin to travel further south, palming me through my jeans. It is at that moment that Willa flashes through my mind. I lift Mia off. She fixes her hair which got messed up a bit in the make out session.
"What? Did I do something wrong? Was I not good?" She asks. I shake my head.
"No you were great. It's just that I am still married." I hurry to her dryer and retrieve my shirt. I slip it on and hurry to the door. Mia appears behind me.
"We'll do you want to hang out again some time?" She asks. I sigh.
"This cannot happen again I'm sorry." I apologize. She smiles weakly, my heart aches for her but Willa must remain a priority.
"It won't I'm sorry. From this point on we are friends." She assures. I remain silent. "Please." She whispers. I nod.
"Friends." With that, I leave, afraid to look back, afraid of what might happen between Mia and Me if I do.
Mia's POV
I closed the door behind AJ. I take out my phone and play the message that AJ had accidentally sent to me earlier. "Yeah Mia, take my cum." As soon as I heard AJ's groan, I felt a tremor in my pussy. I knew that I needed him inside me. I am kicking myself. I did everything I could. I made him dinner, I bonded with him, I even got him to make the first move. The only thing I didn't do was get him drunk. I was tempted to try, but I knew I couldn't do that.
I wanted him, but I would do it the right way. I knew that I had my work cut out from me. Willa was the mother of his children. But I knew that if given the chance, I could make him happy. We both want each other sexually, if I can just build a stronger bond, I might be able to actually have something more with him.
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So I've been seeing people say that 3x13 just proves that Landon is always leaving Hope. And that he just keeps feeding into her fears and insecurities(blah blah blah) and not caring about what she might need right now. Or saying things like he's in a relationship he should talk to Hope about his PTSD because that's what you do in a relationship. You don't just walking away or make certain choices on your own and so on.
Okay why are people still with this he always leaves her? When has he ever left her? Because all the times they bring up he was either sent away, kidnapped or need it a minute to himself. I guess that could say the last episode he did leave her. But if you look at everything that episode was telling us. You know he was just doing that to protect her(just like Hope would've done if she was in his shoes).
And how is he feeding into her fears and insecurities? If anything he's done the exact opposite. And he does care about what she needs. But has anyone stopped to think about what Landon might need right now? Yes they both through hell this season. And I can't honestly say that one was worse than the other because they're both bad in their own ways. But sometimes a person needs to take care of what they need right now for their own mental health before they can help someone else. And even though Landon is trying to take care of himself right now, he's still doing what he can to keep Hope safe.
Okay even though I can agree with that about the relationship part. Sometimes it's not always as black and white as people make it out to be. Thing with Landons PTSD that's something he has to bring himself to talk about when he's ready not when someone else wants him too. And that thing about walking away or making certain choices on your own. That depends on the situation that they're in(like when Hope jumped into malivore without talking to him first). And that was the case with 3x13. And I honestly feel like if people could just look past their hatred for a character/ship and actually see what's going on. They they would understand that. But I bet if it was there ship that was in the situation that Handon is in now they would be able to see and understand what's going on.
Another thing I saw is people saying that they don't feel like Landon has had any character growth this season with his fighting skills and all because we didn't get to see it. I mean I would love if we got to see what Landon went through in the PW. But I feel like they're saving that for a flash back episode. Because Aria had long hair in a lot of the promos for this season. So I feel like that's why his hair was short again in 3x13.
I found this kind of funny. People start it bullying Courtney just because of a ship. So she blocked them and then the same people who bullied her got mad at her for blocking them. It makes no sense at all. With the way a lot of H*sies has gotten this season im kind of hoping their ship never happens just out a spite. I know it's wrong to say that but that just how I feel right now. Because it's gone past the show and onto the cast and crew themselves and that's not okay.
Wow this got longer than I meant it to. My bad.
Of course, not at all surprised to hear that. This is why Iâm trying to steer clear of the hate, Iâm just so done with these people spewing endless crap about him for years now, always the same distorted stuff thatâs not even true. And they really cling to this idea theyâve created that heâs always leaving. There arenât any good reasons to hate on him, so theyâve gotta come up with something I guess, but itâs ridiculous. He could leave Hope to go to the bathroom and theyâd say he abandoned her again. Youâre right, for the most part, they bring up times when he didnât actually leave her. Walking away/leaving the conversation is not the same thing as actually leaving someone or abandoning them. Yes, he was sent away from the school twice in season 1, when he didnât want to leave. And there were the few times he left because he needed time to himself, and for good reason. Him finding out Hope had lied to him about about his mom who heâd wanted to know his whole life, getting all his memories of Hope back and learning the truth and that sheâd let him be with Josie, losing his brother and his powers and not knowing what his future would be, are all perfectly valid reasons for him to be hurt and overwhelmed and need to leave to take some time for himself. The only times he has actually left Hope were in 2x07 and 3x13. And both times were to protect her. Exactly, itâs obvious the reason he left last episode, and yep, Hope wouldâve done the same thing, weâve literally seen that. If Landon had stuck around, Iâm sure those same people would attack him for it. Saying how dare he risk bringing danger to Hope and the school in season 2, how selfish of him. Or how dare he not do anything to save Hope from activating her vampire side now. But in the end, Landon never leaves for good, he never intends to anyway, I donât believe. He always comes back, heâs never truly abandoned Hope.
And yeah, I have no idea what people are talking about when they say he feeds into her fears and insecurities. Exactly, he has done the opposite, he has understood her better than anyone else at that school. He has always reassured her and helped her through her fears and insecurities. If their only evidence is him âleavingâ her, that just doesnât apply. And again, both times he left, he was trying to do what he believed was best for her.
But how can they say he doesnât care about what she needs? We donât know all that Landon is thinking right now or all heâs been through, but itâs clear that he is trying to do what is best for Hope right now, he has shown that Hopeâs life and her wellbeing is his priority. And we donât know how he felt about breaking up with her, but he must have felt it was necessary to save her. Between causing her temporary heartbreak and saving her life, we know Landon would choose to save her life, as much as he wouldnât want to cause her any heartbreak. He would know that he and Hope can come back together again as they always have, that can be fixed, but once she activates her vampire side, thereâs no going back. So he obviously does care a lot about what she needs. He was willing to leave and go face who knows what after everything heâs been through, when he is traumatized, all to save her. We saw him struggling being back in the real world and around people, and now heâs willing to go do whatever it takes to save Hope while in the midst of his PTSD. And youâre totally right, people really donât think about what Landon needs. Landon has every right to take care of himself right now, if thatâs part of what heâs doing, especially after all heâs been through. I completely agree, if someone doesnât take care of themselves and their own mental health, theyâre not always going to be able to help someone else. Iâm not even sure if Landon can take care of himself right now in the way he needs to with what heâs doing and working with Cleo and all that. But if he does want to try and heal while heâs away, thatâs extremely important. He deserves that, and hopefully heâll be able to find a way to heal after everything.
And when it comes to Landon talking to Hope about his PTSD, he had only been back for one day! Literally, he was overwhelmed and couldnât find the words yet, like he said. He told Hope a little bit about the monster at the school. He told her what happened to him overall, while they were in the forest. And that was basically the only time they had to talk about it! Hope even apologized for rushing him. And of course you should communicate when youâre in a relationship, but trauma is different. Youâre right, Landon should be able to talk about it when heâs ready to. Just like Hope said, he should be able to take as much time as he needs to tell her what happened. It truly baffles me how people can be so unaware that theyâd say stuff like that, but itâs probably the same people who thought Hope should have grieved Landon and moved on after a week, so they would say something like that.
I think with making certain choices on your own, it does depend on what it is. Hope did choose to jump into Malivore without telling Landon, theyâve both done things like that. And the only reason they donât discuss it with each other is because theyâd obviously try to stop each other from doing it. Landon would have tried to stop Hope from jumping into the pit if sheâd told him. If Landon told Hope what he was gonna try and do in 3x13, she probably wouldnât have let him go or she wouldâve gone with him, which he maybe thought would be more dangerous for her. So when they make choices on their own, itâs usually to keep each other safe. And theyâre not always the best choices, but theyâre trying to do what they think is best in these crazy situations theyâre in. People seriously do need to look past their hatred, they really donât seem to understand what actually goes on in the show because of it. Oh, theyâd definitely be able to understand what was going on if it was their ship in Handonâs place. Theyâd have no problem with any of the things they criticize Handon for if it was their own ship.
Okay, idk if thereâs anyone more disappointed than I am that we didnât get to see Landon in the prison world. I would be thrilled if we got a flashback episode at some point. Iâm just worried because the writers have done this sort of thing a lot, theyâll build something up or have something huge happen without ever actually exploring it. And it seems theyâll often do it just to get to where they want, in this case, Landon being stronger, without making the effort to show that progression. I hope this time it will be different, because yes, his hair was long in the promos. So why would they do that if we werenât really gonna see him with his long hair? And it would also be so bizarre if they pinned Ariaâs hair back for all those months just for a brief shot, not even showing all of his hair anyway. So Iâm really wondering about all that, but even if we never see what happened, that doesnât mean Landon hasnât had any growth. It just means the writers are too lazy to show how it happened, and we just see the end result, but the growth still happened.
And really? Iâm glad she blocked them, but wow. It seems those fans are always gonna be attacking someone who could be a threat to their ship. And getting mad at her for blocking them? It really doesnât make any sense whatsoever. And I get how you feel, Iâm hoping their ship never happens either. And not even just because of the ship, but because of the fans, itâs all gone way too far. I thought it was bad a year ago, but it keeps getting worse. It was bad when they were just attacking other fans, then it got even more horrible when they started attacking Aria, and now Courtney? That kind of behavior should never be rewarded. And I think they just keep making it worse for themselves. Have they not gotten the message after the writers had Hope and Josie interact only a couple times in half a season? Iâm pretty sure the writers arenât happy with them. Do they really think bullying Courtney now is gonna get them what they want? From how everyone has reacted to their behavior so far, Iâd say they have probably ruined their chances of H*sie happening at this point.
And itâs fine, look how long my response got haha, itâs all good! đ
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