#i am peeing my pants y’all I have not felt like this in such a long time!!!

[hardly-an-escape]

gosh it’s just sooooo thrilling to see something new!!! to actually SEE Destiny and Delirium and Destruction!!!! I am so full of excitement and exhilaration right now I wanna scream!!!!!

[jordisblogg]

a/n: no title bc i couldn’t think of one plus this isn’t rlly a fic, js a lil smth i was thinking about. the last part of it was inspired by this su comic i read, though i can't remember what it was called..

heart beat, negative, lungs, deactivated, body, comprised.

you stared in horror as griot read you her vitals, her blood was all over your face, hands and clothes, but you didn’t dare wipe it.

there, your wife laid, impaled. red liquid pooling from her mouth and nose, her eyes were lifeless, she made no movement.

“would you like me to contact the others, ms.y/n?”

you gave no response to the ai, as everything slowly started to tune out, you couldn’t hear the outside world anymore, you couldn’t see it. all you could see your beloved laying on the ground in her own pool of blood.

the attack had begun earlier this evening. namor had decided he had wanted to cut off the deal they had both made, in fear of shuri lying to him and double crossing his nation.

“ms.y/n?”

he hadn’t done anything flashy like the last time he flooded the city. he instead got shuri alone. she was on her nightly visit to the beach just outside the woods, the last place her and her mother truly connected before she was taken from her. she would make sure there were no dora with her, not even you and namor must’ve known.

as she reminisced, the young monarch noticed the serpent god emerging from the ocean. she hadn’t treated him like an enemy, but she was still on edge whenever he was around.

“what is it that you want?”

“do you truly have the intention of us building an alliance?” his question threw the scientist off, is that not what she had said? almost everyone who knew shuri personally knew that she never backed down on her word, no matter how bad the person was. but, she supposed she could see his suspicions.

“yes, i told you, you had my word on that. wakanda would protect your oceans as long as you promised never to show up here again.”

“did you? or did you let me believe it?” he began hovering towards her, until his feet landed on the warm sand. shuri stood and began creating distance between them.

“what are you talking about?”

“you never truly wanted us to be allies, did you, queen?”

“stay away from me—“ shuri was known to be fearless her whole life, never being one to back down from a challenge or tell someone off, when most people would be peeing their pants or running the other way. but she can’t deny, for these past 3 years, she’s been feeling the opposite of fearless, like she’s just been waiting for the last thing to tip her over and have her bursting into tears.

“do you think i am an imbecile? that i know you seek vengeance of me killing your mother.”

“what? no—“

her reached her to where there were only a few centimeters between them.

“you cross me, and i warned you, i wipe wakanda off the face of the earth..”

shuri then felt some sharp come in contact with her abdomen, she finally took her fear-struck eyes off the aquatic ruler and down at the large, sharp spear. in the exact same spot he wounded her the last time they had battled.

“it won’t heal twice..” he spit, venom laced within his words.

she tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing but swift breaths of air would egress.

“please..” she let out breathlessly, though she got no response, no remorse. he let her collapse to the ground, eyeing her vengefully as she struggled to take in oxygen.

“do not worry, i’m granting you your wish. you should be thanking me..” was the last thing he heard from him before he yanked his weapon from her middle.

“ms.y/n, would you like me to request for assistance?”

you should’ve been there. you should’ve stayed with her, something in your gut told you something wasn’t right.

“are you sure she’s alright, i mean— she’s been out there for almost an hour an a half. i know y’all want me to give her her space to mourn but.. i just don’t know.. i think i should go check on her, just to be sure.” you paced around the dining room, after you, shuri, and everyone else had invited them to dinner. it was routine for your wife to sit outside and reminisce, so you didn’t bother her about it tonight.

“i hope you know that little panther is going to say something.” mbaku snorted as he picked up a final carrot from the display plate. you ignored his warning and went out to find her.

“shuri? baby, are you alright?” you called out to her and got no answer, until you reached closer and heard faint coughs, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you continued to tread carefully, “shuri?”

the sight you saw once you finally reached her was something you could never have prepared for.

“ms.y/n, i really think we should call for assistance!”

“oh god!” you screamed, quickly running up to her as she laid, choking on her own blood. you placed your hands over her wound, hoping to stop the blood the was gushing all over her clothes.

“shuri— please, you can’t do this right now!” you watched her as she only coughed, her chest rising up in down in quick haste as she tried her hardest to breathe.

tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to calm yourself, attempting to remain strong so your emotions wouldn’t make the situation worse, “you can fight it baby, come on! you’re gonna be okay!” you picked off two kimoyo beads from your bracelet and set them into her wound swiftly.

"these should heal it, you're gonna be okay, you hear me?" you placed one hand on the side of her face while keeping the other onto her wound.

shuri didn't know this would be how she would go. she had so much she wanted to say to you, but not enough time. all she could do was look at you and hope that you could hear her every thought. despite all her hardships and stress, the best part of her day would be coming home to see you. you soothed her somehow; in a way she couldn't explain. and how badly did she want you to know. seeing your distressed and horrified face only made her realize that she should've expressed all of this to you sooner.

she did make sure that the last thing, the last person, she looked at was you. she wanted your face to be the last thing she saw before she went, that way she could go peacefully.

she ignored your cries and your pleads, and pretended it was just you and her, sitting on this very beach, listening to the waves crash against the rocks and the sound of the few occasional elephants' trunks as they took their child through the water. she imagined you two sitting her and enjoying each other's company, rather than the reality of you holding the other as they clung on to life.

"shuri please, i'm right here!" you cried hysterically as you rested your head on your wife's chest, trying your best to soothe her.

soon you could no longer hear shuri's gasps, and her chest had stopped its quick motion. and that only frightened you more.

your head shot up immediately only to see shuri's lifeless eyes staring back at you. you didn't call out to her this time; you didn't shake her. you just looked.

you looked.

you held her frail body in your hands and looked.

"y/n!" instead of hearing the ai pester your once more, you heard the general, one who your wife loved dearly. she stood still as she watched the scene before her. the recently crowned queen, the last of the royal family, was now gone. and her wife sat over her, shocked in fear.

"my queen.." she hesitated, walking steadily towards you.

"no.." you whispered, voice almost hoarse, your eyes staying on your beloved, as if she would emerge back to life if you stared long enough.

"please.. just let me—"

"she's cold.."

"y/n.."

"get her a blanket, okoye, she's cold.." you cradled her into your chest, holding her tightly.

"y/n, please!"

"i don't want her to be by herself.." the only thing that was freaking the general out was how you were talking about the young scientist.. as if she were still here. as if she wasn't laying lifeless in your arms. throughout her entire journey of being part of the dora milage, this had got to be the most frightening thing she'd seen, just after the loss of queen romanda.

"s-shes okay, okay? i'm just staying with her.. i don't want her to be alone.. she doesn't need to be alone." you rambled as you rocked back and forth, still holding your wife, just like you used to when she would come to you crying, and you were the only one who could ever make her feel better.

okoye sighed, she didn't even bother to ask how this happened or why, it wasn't the time. she only joined you both on the ground and brought your face into the crook of her neck as you broke down in her arms.

"i'm right here, udade omncinci, i'm right here.." she only sat there and comforted you, letting a few tears trickle down her cheeks as well.

[bowandcurtsey]

Konnichiwa~ u r amazing i love ur work and just want to remind u that u brighten everyone’s day💖can i please get an nsfw continuation of the “can i hold it for u while peeing” for our redhead beauty zora and nozel? If u have too much work ignore this and take time for urself ur too precious to be lost💕💕💕

You’re the precious one bb (^≗ω≗^)

Don’t worry, the only lost I am is lost in all the love and requests y’all are giving me, hehe feeling so blessed and happy that people are reading and liking my work tbh... It’s only been almost 3 months since I started writing and I really didn’t expect to receive so much love.. ಥ∀ಥ

Also, how can I ignore request for Zora and Nozel my babies??

Continutation from this one I did awhile back! HERE

Warnings: NSFW

Nozel | Zora

Nozel Silva

"Happy now?" He scoffed at you after he was done.

"Mmmm, feels funny having to control where you pee, we ladies just sit and not care about anything."

You were walking out of your shared toilet when he spun you around, he arms holding on to your waist.

"so.. was it a handful?" He whispered into your ear

"E-eh... y-yeah.." You bashfully replied as he started kissing your ear tips and your neck. "N-nozel.. It's in the middle of the day now!"

"You started it darling, deal with the consequences."

He edged you onto your bed and pushed you onto bed, towering over you, leaving marks all over your neck and collarbones. His hands now glided under your shirt, on your breasts.

"Mmmm~" You moaned as your nails dug into his chest "Nozel~"

He loved it when you moaned his name. He yanked your shorts and panty down, exposing your clit.

He fingers started exploring your wet folds. "Nhnnn.." your legs clenched together in ecstasy. Your clenched thighs gave more friction against his fingers on your buds.

Your back arched in pleasure as you felt your climax coming. You mouth was agape and your tongue was on your lips. "darling, I'm coming.." You begged him for a release.

His hands drew back away from your dripping sex and you mewled in protest. "Patience," his lips tugged upwards just a little at the sight of you yearning for more.

He lifted one of your leg above his shoulder and positioned his tip at your entrance. He slowly pushed him all the way in until he was balls deep.

You cried out at his member stretching your walls and filling you deep. After you were used to him, he started moving his hips, thrusting into you at a steady pace.

Your legs wrapped round his waist to pull him closer to you, feeling the friction of his abdomen against your clit.

"Nozel, ahhhh!" Your orgasm was hanging on the horizon, your fingers clawed at his back, "c-coming!"

His thrust increased speed and he gripped onto your hips so hard, you were sure it would leave a mark later on.

“Aa-aahhh~” the welling heat coiling in your abdomen sprang open, as your orgasm tipped over, sending you into your euphoria. You were crying out silent moans as Nozel continued banging into you through your high. "Ohhh! S-so good..." You finally cried out as you came down from you high, panting and drool hanging at the corner of your lips.

"This is how a handful feels like~" He whispered in your ears.

Zora Ideale

"What's with the obsession with little me, babe?" he sniggered at you.

"No babe, I saw it on social media so I just thought to try!" you pouted in protest.

"Oh?" his arms snaked around your body and caged you into his embrace. One hand roaming freely and settled around your breast, giving it a little squeeze, "Just what have you been watching on the internet these days sugar?" his lips just at your ear and you could feel the warmth of his breath.

You body started heating up just under his touch. "Now that you've done it, what's your verdict on little Zora?" His hand still playing with your boob, but his lips have ventured down onto the nape of your neck, his nose lining the skin of your shoulders.

You took in a sharp breath as you tried your best not to melt into his touches, "it's r-really like watering with a hose... ahh!" he sucked onto your skin roughly.

"opps, wrong answer sugar~" he chuckled cheekily, would you like to try again?" His other arm now sliding over to your sex, his lips now hovering to it's next spot on your skin.

"it's h-huge.." you spoke the words your man wanted to hear, for you knew that he could be a never ending teaser.

"oh?" you could practically hear his lips forming a smile, his arms now unbuttoning your pants, "since you've been showing great interest in little Zora recently, he needs to serve to your expectations doesn't he?"

He pulled down your pants in one swift move, his fingers going for your cunt. "Mmm, already wet?"

You whimpered, eager for him to touch you. His hands pulled your panty to the side and 2 digits slit in between your folds.

"ahhhh~" moans immediately left your lips and your hands gripped tightly into his forearm that was wrapped tightly around your body, supporting your knees from buckling.

"Heh, always making so much noise for me sugar," His fingers swirled at the entrance of your cave, grinding against your buds just the way you liked it.

"ahhh! Zora~" your lewd moans echoed throughout the room as it brought pleasure to the red haired man's ears. Your legs were almost giving out as your orgasm lurked around your soaking sex.

"Alright sugar, since you're moaning my name extra sexy today, I'm going let you cum first," he licked your ear tips as his fingers circled your clit with speed, increasing it's momentum as your thighs clenched around his fingers tighter.

You came undone as you hit your peak, setting your body into spasms and jolts, your fingers dug into his forearms and your knees buckled. "Z-!" you couldn't even form any words as your mind was a blank, enjoying your sweet sweet rapture.

He edged you closer to your bed before letting you plop forward, your limp body coming down from your paradise.

"Heh. Feeling good doll?" he smirked as he pulled your ass upwards towards him, little Zora's gonna make you even more of this~"

He made sure that you couldn't walk properly the next day.

-end-

[jstlikemagic]

One Night Chance. - Jeff Wittek Imagine

Title: One Night Chance.

Pairings: Jeff Wittek/Reader

Rating: R (For swears tho)

Summary: Being friends with benefits has always been fun but what about when two makes three? Also, what are the chances Y/N goes into labor at Jeff’s stand-up show?

TW: Drugs and alcohol (both lightly mentioned)

A/N: Hi y’all! Ya girl is BACK AGAIN!!! This time I have a “pre-sober” Jeff imagine! I decided to write this because I really wanted to write something pregnancy-related, a little bit of a comedy, and also something serious. If you liked this, please reblog/like! Thank you!

MY MASTERLIST

Taking a good look around Jeff’s dressing room, you started having flashbacks about what life was like eight months ago. The patron that was spilt on the carpet, reminded you of all times you and the guys would get fucked up at David’s house parties. The keef residue that was left on the table, reminded you of when you’d just be chilling in the living room with a bong in your hand, thinking life couldn’t get any better. You were so happy with your lifestyle and how much fun you’d been having. Soon enough though, life took a turn.

-Eight Months Ago-

The past few weeks had been rough. You were so tired that you almost fell asleep in the car a few times. You were so hungry, that Postmates was your new best friend. The toilet was your new home since you’d been puking and pissing a lot recently. Feeling uneasy one day and puking up a delicious breakfast burrito, you had that feeling.

Forcing yourself up from the bathroom floor, you grabbed your car keys and busted out of your apartment. Jumping into your car, you floored it to the nearest convenience store. After you parked your car, you speed walked into the store due to your heightened anxiety. As you walked down the aisles, you finally spotted the women’s health aisle. Pregnancy tests. Pregnancy tests. Where would those be. A lightbulb shot up in your head once you spotted the array of pee sticks. Shaky hands reached for the Clear Blue pregnancy tests, grabbing eight “just in case.” Going up to the counter, you hurriedly placed the tests on the counter. “Aw, sweetie. I see the anticipation. Have you been trying?” said the counter employee.

“Yes, I’m very much anticipating a little shit that’s gonna run my money dry and ruin my life,” you sarcastically said. With the employee looking shocked as hell and you already handing the cash over, you decided it was best to just leave as fast as possible. Taking the bag, you gave one of those bitchy smiles and said “have a nice day.” Fucking bitch.

Flooring it home, you nearly sprinted into your bathroom. Making sure you could provide for eight samples, you drank at least three bottles of water. After providing for each sample, you left each test on the sink counter. 

You weren’t going to cry but god damn, what if you were actually pregnant… with Jeff’s baby. The two of you were only friends, who fooled around occasionally. Backtracking to how possible it could be, you started freaking yourself out even more. Jeff had been fucking you for at least three months straight so that’d be very possible. Plus, you both relied on the “reliable” pull out method.

Creeping back into the bathroom seven out of the eight tests looked like they were done. With both ends on the edge of the counter, your head slowly drooped down to look at the sticks. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Not Pregnant, oh I like this one. Pregnant. Suddenly, you saw the last test blinking which meant it was about to read the result. Every last bit of you wanted it to say not pregnant but it didn’t even matter at this point. Still keeping hope alive, you lifted the stick up to your face. Pregnant. 

Well, the next obstacle was telling Jeff you were having his baby.

-One Week Later-

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?” His voice alone could make your heart flutter. Reconsidering if a phone call was how you wanted to do this, you erased the consideration out of your head and proceeded with the phone call. It was easier anyways, you wouldn’t be able to see the shock and disappointment on his face.

“So, I have some big news. I mean I guess not big news, small news as of now that will get bigger eventually,” you spoke really fast.

“Did ya get the job ya wanted? I know you’re only a secretary but you’ll work your way up and life will be great!” he exclaimed. 

Trying not to be salty because you didn’t get the job he was talking about, you laughed it off. “I, uh-, didn’t get the job. I actually have some other news that involves you. I’m pregnant and it’s very much yours,” you blurted It out. Without hearing his response, you felt a huge weight just fall off your shoulders. Hearing a sigh come from the other end of the phone, it was soon followed by empty moments of silence.

“Are ya sure? Like are you sure that you’re pregnant? And are ya sure that you want this? Y/N, we’re in our 20s. We’re living it up and living our best lives.”

“Jeff, I am 100% pregnant. I’ll mail you out all the sticks I pissed on. You can have all water bottles I used too.” Taking a moment to think of his last question, you started to feel hot tears roll down your cheek. “I think I want this. This could be my wakeup call to cut the shit. This is my endgame... Actually, of course I want this. I think what I want to know is, do you want this? I’ll do this with or without-“

“Yes, I want this. I want you. I want this baby. I just wanted to put the ball in your court because it is your body, your choice. The idea of having a baby right now is a little frightening but maybe I need this wakeup call too. Ya know we do stupid shit. I wanna have someone to wanna come home to. I wanna have someone pop in my head every time I see ten shots lined up for me and it makes me not want to do it. With that being said. I’m down if you’re down,” he interrupted. Feeling so overwhelmed by his support and letting you have this decision just made you burst into tears. 

-Eight Months Later-

Getting up to go the bathroom, which felt like the millionth time today, Jeff grabbed your hand to help lift you off that comfortable couch. “I got this,” you agitatedly said. Being almost nine months pregnant, you hated everything. You either puked or pissed yourself. The smell of certain food would throw you over the edge. Moving around got harder because your huge belly that got in the way. You also partially resented Jeff because he shot his sperm up inside of you. He was really good dealing with your mood swings though. He knew when to give you space and is very assuring about everything you do.

Walking into the bathroom, you lifted your dress up and pulled your underwear down so fast, just to make sure you didn’t piss your pants. Immediately sitting on the toilet, you could feel some pressure in your uterus from the sudden and fast movements. Placing one hand on your stomach, you said “I’m sorry, baby. Mommy’s just making sure she doesn’t spring a leak on this god-awful linoleum floor. But I just want to let you know, that you need to get the fuck out of me.” Your voice got louder every word in your last sentiment.

“Is everything okay in there?” Jeff hollered from the other side of the dressing room.

“Yes, and please shut the fuck up. I’m concentrating!” you screamed back while rolling your eyes. Sitting on the toilet, you suddenly felt a huge wave of liquid pass through you. Knowing you didn’t put any pressure like you were pissing, your first instinct was to get up and look in the toilet. You immediately wiped yourself and threw that in the toilet. Spotting a little bit of blood and few solid pieces which resembled skin, you knew it was time. The time. Feeling a wave of panic and anxiety, you flushed the toilet, washed your hands, and called Jeff over to the front of the bathroom door. With a smile on his face, he dutifully walked towards you.

“What’s up, baby? Is everything okay? Is the baby okay?” he started questioning you. He could tell from the look on your face that something was happening.

“Okay, so don’t panic. That’s my first rule okay,” you whispered, making sure no one else was going to hear the next thing. “I believe that I’m in labor but like not too sure. But I think I am.” Seeing Jeff’s eyes go wide, you immediately covered his mouth with your hand. “Don’t you fucking say anything. Help me get in the tour bus and figure this out.” Threatening him wasn’t a part of the plan and you had to do what was necessary so no one else in the room heightened the panic.

Jeff took your hand and led you through what felt like endless rooms to the cool outside. While passing by people, you painted a smile on your face. The last thing you wanted was for someone to tweet that you were in labor. This whole pregnancy, you had been scared if any information would leak. Such as if the hospital was leaked and people put two-and-two together, that fans would show up. Finally reaching the bus, he grabbed both of your hands and walked you up the bus. You went to sit down onto the couch but instantly felt a contraction. People weren’t kidding when they said contractions were a bitch. As the contraction passed through your body, you finally sat yourself down with him right next to you.

“Not to be an insensitive asshole but I also have a show in like thirty minutes but we’re also having a baby! I’m gonna look up online how to stop labor for a little bit, just to buy us time.” Never have you ever shot him such a nasty ass look. You didn’t give a flying fuck about his show, you had a baby who just received their eviction notice.

“No! You can’t just web it the fuck up and expect it to stop!” you screamed. Out of everything he could’ve said during this stressful time, he decided to say that. Feeling another contraction, you threw your head backed and moaned at the pain. Looking at Jeff, you both just knew you two were in for one hell of a night, maybe even days. If there’s one thing you two understood was that you agreed on this together and knew you two have to work together to get this baby out.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Meant To Be: Part 9

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use, cheating

Word Count: 5,975

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

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You woke up one morning two weeks after being back in the States with a familiar, uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“He’s cheating on me.” You said to Sawyer when she finally came down to make a cup of coffee before she headed out back to the pool to edit a new book for the day.

“He’s not cheating.” She said as she glanced over at you as you served Gage his breakfast.

“Soy, I know this feeling. I have felt this feeling before. He’s cheating.”

“Sweetheart, just breathe. He’s not cheating on you, he’s just doing shows...”

“No...” You interrupted with a shake of your head. “No, see I know this man. I know this man so well, that I can see the signs before he even realizes he’s making the moves.”

“OK, so what are the signs?” She asked as she leaned against the counter and took a sip of her coffee. You hesitated for a moment, before simply scowling and looking over at her.

“I’m not crazy here.” You snapped. “I know that man better than I know myself. And I know he’s slept with some one else or he’s going to tonight. I can feel it to my core...”

“OK, did you try calling him?”

“Six times since I woke up.” You said with a nod as you made yourself a bowl of cereal. “No answer, no text back. He never misses his morning call...”

“OK, let me call JP and see...”

“There’s no point.” You said with a shake of your head. “If I have this feeling now, it means I’m already too late. And besides that, it’s almost concert time there, so he won’t answer.”

“(Y/N), are you sure it’s not just a pregnancy thing? Maybe?”

“No.” You sighed with a shake of your head. “Every single time this man has cheated on me, I knew.” With a shake of your head, you looked over at her with a hint of tears in your eyes. “I’m not crazy.”

“No, sweetie, I believe you.” She said with a nod as she stepped over and pulled you into a hug. “We’ll figure it out, OK?” With a nod, you started to cry for a moment, before pulling back to control yourself.

“Four hours.” You told her with a sniffle. “I’ll bet you a thousand dollars that within the next four hours, I’ll have my answer.”

“Hun, let me text Rook...”

“Don’t you dare.” You interrupted. “If that man can’t keep a fucking promise himself without having someone else breathing down his neck about it, then he can make and sleep in his own fucking bed about it.”

“OK. I won’t text Rook. But try not to obsess about it, sweets. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“We’ll see.” You huffed as you turned to start eating your own breakfast. “We’ll just wait and see.”

“And pray for the best.” She added as she picked up her manuscript off the counter to get some work done while you both waited. You did your best to try and distract yourself for the better part of the morning, but you still religiously checked your Instagram, waiting for the backstage videos you knew the guys always posted to their stories to appear to find what you were looking for. Baze was the first one to deliver, and boy did he deliver.

“I told you.” You said to Sawyer as you walked out to the patio with your phone in your hand. She looked up from her work at the live video with her brow furrowed.

“What am I... oh.” She said as Baze turned to left, giving you both a crystal clear shot of Kels leading some blonde woman neither of you knew out of the green room by the hand. “Holy shit. Wait, this is live.”

“I told you.” You said as you took your phone back with a shake of your head. “I know this feeling. I know this man like the back of my Goddamn hand.”

“Wait, let me call Rook.”

“Don’t bother.” You replied as you turned to head back inside. “I’m going house hunting, you coming?”

“Wait... shit.” She groaned as she threw her pens in the manuscript and jumped up to chase after you. “Are you serious?”

“I told him I wasn’t playing fucking games this time.” You said as you picked up your packed diaper bag, and your son, who you had already gotten dressed and ready to go because you knew this was going to happen, whether people believed you or not. “I’m not doing this to my kids. He can get fucked for all I care now.”

“OK, well wait for me to change at least.” She said as she dashed over to the stairs.

“We’ll be in the car.” You told her as you unlocked the front door. “We have an appointment with a realtor in an hour.” The hour was more than enough time for the three of you to make it to your realtor’s office so she could help you find a nice, move in ready house to rent, and the appointment was timed perfectly so you could make the FaceTime call that put the nail in the coffin of your relationship as well.

“Hey...” Colson panted when he finally answered the call as he pushed his hair back out of his face. “Sorry, it’s been a crazy day. You OK?”

“Show me your room.” You said evenly.

“What?” He asked as panic raced across his blue eyes. “Babe, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Bullshit, Colson.” You interrupted as he got up and quickly headed over to the bathroom. “Room, now.”

“I gotta pee.” He lied.

“Show me your Goddamn room!” You screamed a few seconds before the half dressed blonde dashed across the background and out the hotel room door. “And there it is.” You huffed and shook your head as he quickly tried to explain, while Sawyer looked absolutely stunned beside you.

“Babe, it’s not...”

“I’m done, Kels.” You said evenly. “We’re done.”

“(Y/N), it’s not what...” He started as you hung up the phone and put his calls on silent.

“How did you know that?“ Your friend asked as she looked over at you in disbelief.

“Because I know everything.” You said as you made your next phone call before your appointment time. “Junior. Shut up, I need a huge favor, but you can’t tell dad, and I will pay for everything.”

“Oh, shit.” Your brother sighed through the speaker. “What, you in jail again?”

“I need you and a few friends to come out to California to help me move. Today. Like next flight out, today.” You sighed as tears started falling down your cheeks. “I need... I need my brother...”

“OK, I’m coming.” He said with zero hesitation simply because of the shift in your tone. “I’m coming right now.”

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“I told you not to tell dad.”

“I had to tell dad.” Junior said as he headed in to your old house later that afternoon to finish packing up your things and get the boxes you couldn’t move into a rented U Haul. “Had to take off work last minute.”

“And you’re crazy if you think I wasn’t going to come rescue my daughter.” Ross finished as he stepped inside beside your sister and her husband to say hi. “You may not think to highly of me, but you’re still my kid.”

“You didn’t tell mom, right?”

“No one’s talked to mom since she took you to court.” Tabby said as she kissed your cheek. “Thanks for letting us know about that, by the way.”

“Figured y’all would side with her.” You confessed honestly.

“Alright, what’s going, and where is it going?” Junior asked as he looked around the down stairs.

“Any cardboard box or tote that you see out is going.” You instructed with a sniffle. “There’s some more upstairs, and all the furniture from Gage’s room that I’m taking with me, but I still have more to pack...”

“Alright, boys. Get these boxes outta here.” Ross instructed as he looked at Tabby. “You go help your sister.”

“There’s two boxes in the kitchen marked with giant F’s that are fragile and food.” You called out as you headed upstairs. “Those can go in my car with that big cooler!”

“Is he coming back soon?” Tabby asked as she followed you up.

“No idea.” You sighed as you walked into your room, where Sawyer was packing up your bathroom stuff for you while keeping an eye on your napping son in your bed. “We haven’t heard anything from our inside man about him canceling any shows, so my guess is no.”

“But my boyfriend and I are both stuck between a rock and a hard place here.” Sawyer called out as she set the bathroom box on the floor by your bed. “I’m not allowed to tell him she’s moving out until she’s completely moved out, and he is probably not allowed to tell me if and when he’s coming home.”

“Still sorry about that.” You said as you dumped arm fulls of clothes into a box from your dresser drawers with your sister.

“I know.” Your friend said as she moved on to the closet. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you fucking called this shit before it happened.”

“Oh, she’s done that since she was a kid.” Tabby chimed in as she packed the jewelry off the top of the dresser in pairs of socks so it wouldn’t get lost. “She knew my dad was seeing someone before anyone else. She knew my first boyfriend was going to be abusive before he even hit me the first time. She knew when I met my husband that he was the one and same with Junior’s fiancée. She’s the relationship crystal ball.”

“That’s wild!”

“Yea, not so much fun when you know the father of your kids is going to cheat on you... again. Nor when I can’t fucking see that he’s just a piece of shit douche bag time after time…” You muttered as you pushed the next full box toward the door. “And he fucking knows I can feel that shit too, yet he still thinks he slick.”

“Well he’s just a dummy.” Tabby said with a quick nod as she looked around the room. “What next?”

“Gage’s room is the last thing.” You said as you pointed out of the room at the nursery door. “Everything is going. The letters on the walls, the cameras, the lamps. Everything. Wait, take boxes.” You said as you kicked a stack of totes in her direction. She grabbed the totes and headed out as you went over with an empty box to clean out your bedside table and all the other nicknacks you had out in the room.

“Who was she?”

“Oh.” You gasped as you looked over your shoulder. “That’s my sister, Tabby. My dad’s downstairs too, which is really interesting, since I’ve always figured they wanted nothing to do with me.”

“Family steps up in weird ways, at weird times.” Your friend said as she closed the second closet box and pushed it into the middle of the room. “I’ll go help her.” It took your little tribe only forty-five minutes to clean all of your stuff out of Colson’s place, and only twenty minutes to unpack just the boxes from your storage unit. You hated that you’d have to replace all of the furniture in there, but even after a year, it still reeked of cigarette smoke, and had various sized burn holes you hadn’t paid much attention to when you packed it up originally. It took even less time to unpack everything at your new place since there was no real furniture to move yet, and you were just finishing up when the half dozen pizzas you got as a thank you for the guy’s help were delivered to your door.

“What are you gunna do ‘bout furniture, kiddo?” Your dad asked as he looked around the open concept kitchen and living room.

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” You sighed with a shake of your head. “Go to a hotel or something tonight.”

“OK, well then I’ll call the U Haul place and book the truck an extra day, and then the hotel we’re at and get you a room with my points.”

“Dad, no.”

“Hush.” He said as he looked down at his grandson, who was pulling at his jean leg to show him a toy. “Wat’cha got there, kiddo? A truck?! Does the truck go ‘vroom vroom’?” You smiled at your old man as he sat down on the floor with a giant smile you hadn’t seen in years to play with his first grandson and one of the toys Gage had pulled out of one of his totes.

“You can tell Rook.” You said softly as you looked over at Soy. “Just tell him his kids are safe.”

“OK.” She nearly whispered as she picked up her cell phone to step out to make the call. “I’m really sorry, (Y/N).”

“So am I.” You sighed as you walked over to the nearest box to start unpacking your life once again as tears fell slowly down your cheeks.

“Come on, boys. Work’s not done yet.” Junior said when he saw what you were doing as he set his crust down on his plate and wiped his hands off on his jeans. “Kitchen first.”

——

“We’re goin’ to the Costco…” Your dad announced early the next morning when you opened your hotel room door with a scowl on your face.

“Daddy, it’s five-thirty in the fucking morning. Costco don’t open until nine.”

“And we’re goin’ to the Walmart.” He finished with a nod. “Get your things, you’re wasting daylight. Breakfast is gettin’ served, and the boys are gettin’ rowdy…”

“OK, OK.” You sighed, knowing that he would just keep talking about absolutely nothing until you did what you were told. “Let me wake up the kid and get dressed.”

“Be ready in twenty minutes.” He said as he turned to continue his wake up visits. “Got a lot to do today.”

“Of course we do.” You huffed as you closed the door behind you with a shake of your head. You got yourself ready as fast as you could, letting Gage get as much sleep as you could until you had to get him up. You were shocked that he woke up on the right side of the bed, and was in a very happy mood. His infectious smile and adorable laugh brightened your morning, and reminded you just why you were in the situation you found yourself in. You were just putting him in his stroller with your diaper bag on your shoulder, when your dad knocked on your door again.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You huffed as you snapped the tray in place and unlocked the breaks. You grabbed your phone, that had dozens of missed calls and texts on it, and threw it and your room key into your bag on your way out the door. “You are so impatient, old man.”

“You were getting up this early for the farm.” He said as the two of you led the group to the elevators. “This is the time you should always start your day.”

“He called me to try to wake me up at two thirty.” Junior complained with a shake of his head. “We were still drinking at two thirty.”

“Where the hell did you go drinking at?” You asked as you looked over at him.

“At Ope’s…” He said slowly as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. “Where we stayed last night…”

“Where the fuck is Ope’s?”

“I’m Ope. Well, I’m Opie.” A very tall man behind you said, which made you turn around to look at him. You double took at the familiar face, and tried to find it in your mind as your brow furrowed.

“Wait, I know you…”

“I would hope so.” He laughed. “I’ve been friends with your brother since we were all kids.”

“No, that’s not it.” You said with a shake of your head as you turned toward him a little more. “I know you from here. From LA.”

“I would hope so.” He laughed even harder with a nod. “I was your photographer for Penthouse for the last year you were working.” Your face dropped and completely paled as he swiped his hand at you. “Don’t worry about it. You were pretty fucked up back then, and dealing with your ex’s shit on a regular basis so I don’t take it personally.”

“Oh, my God. I am so, so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He chuckled as he pat your shoulder. “Really, it is.”

“I’m sober now.” You clarified even though you knew you didn’t have to. “Two years or something like that.”

“Good for you.” He said as he glanced over at you with a smile. “I was always hoping you’d get there. Watching you head toward rock bottom was kinda scary.”

“Scarier to live it, I promise.” You said as you dropped your diaper bag on a long table by the hotel’s buffet and parked the stroller where you’d be able to see your son.

“Oh, I bet. But thank God you made it out on the other side.”

“I more thank God Gage made it out on the other side alive and healthy after my OD.” You said as you started the automatic pancake machine and grabbed some scrambled eggs first to cool them down for your son. “Wait, so how in the hell did you get into photography? And did I even recognize you back then, or am I just that shitty of a person?”

“Oh, you’re just that shitty of a person.” He teased as he worked around you to make his own breakfast. “You looked right past me.”

“OK, you’re rude!” You laughed as you whacked his hand as he reached for the bacon tongs. “No, you don’t get any now.”

“Girl, I dare you to try.” He shot back as he lightly body checked you out of the way. “Stand in the way of a man and his bacon. You’re the rude one!”

“Hey, quit!” You laughed as you wrestled him for the tongs. “You are standing between a pregnant woman and bacon! Quit it! I know your mother!”

“Your sister just doesn’t know how to be single, does she?” Your dad asked Tabby as he sat down with his coffee and oatmeal, like he did every morning.

“Has she ever?” She asked as she sipped on her coffee and waited for her turn at the currently crowded buffet.

“Least he’s home grown.” Ross said with a shrug. “Better than that asshole she was seeing.”

“They’re not gunna get together.” Junior said over your loud laugh as he sat down at the table with his two full plates.

“Twenty bucks says you’re wrong.” Tabby said under her breath as you and Opie came over to eat and feed Gage.

“Deal.”

——

“OK, y’all need to stop.” “No seriously, quit.” “OK, I don’t need to decorate, Tabitha!” “Guys, my towels are perfectly fine.” “I swear to fucking God.”

“When you gunna learn, (Y/N)?” Junior asked as your group stood in line with carts of food, spices, towels, toys, “proper clothes” for you and Gage, and other things deemed ‘necessities’ by your family.

“Each one of you had a college fund.” Ross said as he unloaded the second of three carts onto the conveyer belt. “None of ya went to college, so your sister got hers when she got married and bought a house, Junior got his when he bought a house, you’re getting yours when you need it. But I swear to the Lord above, child.” He said as he stopped and looked up at you with a point of his finger. “Do not abuse this generosity. This is for my grandchildren to have a good life, and for you to raise them up proper. You take care of this stuff, you hear me? Don’t you go back to that man and just throw this shit in storage. All he’s ever done is hurt you anyways; I don’t care what he’s done good otherwise. All three’a ya deserve better.”

“Yes sir.” You said with a nod as you put your hand on your bump. “I understand.”

“You better.” He said with a nod of his head as he went back to what he was doing as your brother snickered silently behind his back. “Or you can deal with Anne and hear all about how I’m just pissing my hard earned money away.”

“Dad, why are you starting fights with the woman that already hates me?” You sighed as you grabbed a stuffed bunny rabbit from Gage before he threw it again to get Tabby’s attention behind you.

“Because you are my child.” He said as he stood up straight and looked at you seriously. “And my children will always come first. You remember that, you hear me?”

“That’s why we are where we are.” You said as you looked down at your son and ran your hand across the back of his head. “For them.”

“Then we keep going.” He said with a nod as he went back to work. You shook your head at him and leaned down to kiss your son’s head as a selfless love you hadn’t felt in a long, long time washed over.

“I love you, Dad.” You said softly as you pushed your cart up for him to unload. “Thank you.” He nodded his head as he looked up at you for a single, priceless moment. 

“Love you too. Gage Michael, don’t you throw that rabbit at your aunt!”

“Child, I swear to God.” You groaned as you took the rabbit from him, causing your first of many early morning tantrums so you could pay for his new favorite toy. “You’re going to kill me one of these days.”

“That’s what I said about you, too.” Your dad huffed as he took the tags off the bunny and passed it back to you. “And yet I’m still standing here breathing.”

“Shut up, Dad.” You laughed with a shake of your head.

——

“You calling to say good night to your son?” You asked when you finally answered your phone later that night. “Because we are not speaking right now.”

“What the fuck, bitch?!” Colson roared as you put together a baby gate at the top of one of the stairs in the interesting split level house that had too much personality for you to pass up on. “Where’s my fucking son?!”

“He’s um…” You said as you looked up across the split staircase at your master bedroom, and then the general area of the room that was now designated as the nursery for the baby on the way, the bathroom that room shared with Gage’s, and finally his room and the laundry room behind you, most of which was behind a wall. You knew exactly where he was since you could hear him watching a movie with your sister in your room while your dad and brother set up his room and Opie and Tabby’s husband, Mike set up the nursery furniture for you, but you shrugged your shoulders and went back to doing your share of the work. “I don’t know. I think he took my keys, though. Try Mexico…?”

“Dude, I swear to fuck, I will call the mother fucking cops.” 

“Fucking chill, he’s watching Thomas the train with my sister.”

“No, where… the fuck… is my child?!” He repeated. “Because he sure as fuck isn’t in my fucking house where’s he’s fucking supposed to be!”

“Nope. He’s in mine.” You said as you tightened the last zip tie so you wouldn’t leave marks on the banisters, and checked that the gate swung open, closed, and locked the way it was supposed to like the one on the other side, and the one at the bottom of the stairs did.

“Babe, why the fuck did you move out?!” He asked as you picked up your cell phone to head to your room to grab the outlet covers to put in downstairs in the living room, dining room, and kitchen next.

“Because you fucking cheated on me!” You screamed as you stopped just outside the door. “Yet again! And I told you that I wasn’t playing that fucking game this time. So we’re done. And we’re done for good. Now, do you want to say good night to your son, or are we just gunna try this again tomorrow?” You watched him fight his demons on whether he wanted to keep fighting with you, or see his son, but he knew you well enough to know that if he tried, you would hang up the phone and go back to ignoring him again.

“Where’s my son?” With a nod of your head, you walked into your room and smiled at your child.

“Hey, Gage. Look, it’s Daddy!”

“Hey buddy!” He cooed, and being on the other side of the screen, you could hear the regret in his voice as his new reality washed over him with the flash of your new bedroom. “You being good for Mommy, huh? Yea. Hey Tabby.”

“Colson.” Your sister said as she picked up a single Cheerio and ate it with a distasteful look on toward him on her face.

“I miss you little man. I miss you a whole lot. And Daddy’s coming home real soon to come see you and Mommy.”

“Mommy has plans.” You said as you did your bedroom and bathroom with the outlet covers first since you were there.

“I’ll be home in a couple days, buddy.” He sighed. “And Daddy loves you so much.”

“Can you say bye bye?” You asked as you pushed a cover into an outlet and turned to get your phone. “Say bye bye to Daddy. Uncle Junior probably has your bed set up by now.”

“Wait, can you just…” Colson said as you reached out to hang up. “Babe, just wait…”

“Colson, I can’t.” You said as you picked up the phone. “Don’t call me unless it’s to say good morning or good night to Gage. We can talk when you get done sleeping with road sluts.”

“Babe…”

“Good bye, Kels.” You sighed as tears welled in your eyes, and you quickly hung up the phone before he could see you cry.

“Here, I’ll do the outlets up here.” Tabby said as she got up off the bed with a small smile. “You watch the movie for a bit.”

“Thanks, Tab.” You sniffled as you climbed on the bed next to your little boy, who was so enthralled with the show he hadn’t even noticed you had hung up with his dad. “We’re gunna be OK, baby boy.” You told him softly as you pulled him into your arms with silent tears falling down your face. “I promised you. We’re gunna be OK.”

——

You didn’t immediately recognize the black pick up in your drive way when you came back from the airport the next afternoon, but the fading UNC sticker on the bumper made you smile and gave you your answer as you pulled into your drive way beside it. Opie glanced over from his phone and took one more drag of his cigarette before putting it out on the bottom of his flip flop as you got out of the car.

“So I found a box in the back seat of my car.” He said with a giant smirk as he left the cigarette butt on the tire of his truck on his way to the passenger side. “Missing some panties?”

“So you’re the reason I’m going commando today.” You laughed as you pulled your sleeping son out of the back. You stopped in front of him to glance in the box he was holding as you adjusted the strap of your diaper bag on your shoulder, before looking up into his brown eyes. “Well, looks like you can officially say you got into my panties a lot quicker than most.”

“First of all, wow.” He laughed as his face flushed behind his beard the slightest bit. “But secondly, I also saw you in your panties long before anyone else did. Or have you forgotten the many adventures of drunken (Y/N) at your brother’s middle school graduation party?”

“Listen, swimming in your underwear is never a bad idea.” You laughed as you locked up your car and headed inside. “And I wasn’t drunk, I was perfectly coherent, thank you.”

“Sweetheart, we were all drunk.” He chuckled. “We were just kids.”

“And for some reason, my father thought it’d be a good idea to leave us all alone that night.” You sighed with a shake of her head. “Thank God for Anne in that situation alone.”

“I’d have to agree with you there. Where do you want this?”

“Just leave it by the stairs. I’ll carry it up later...”

“I got it.” He said as he opened the baby gate. “On your bed?”

“Perfect.” You said as you laid Gage down in his pack and play so he’d keep napping a while longer.

“So what are your plans for the rest of the afternoon?” Ope asked as he came back down stairs. You sighed loudly as you kicked off your shoes and sat down on your sectional couch.

“I guess I have to find a job.” You breathed as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Don’t know what the hell a pregnant, ex junkie, ex model is gunna do for work...”

“Call your agent.” He said as he leaned over the back of the other side of the couch. “Tell him to get you into a TV show role or something. They’re always looking for people.”

“Oh, yay. I can be that kind of celebrity now.” You laughed as you turned and laid down to get comfortable. “You hanging out, or you got some place to be?”

“I can hang a bit.” He said as he stood up straight and came around the couch to sit down on the opposite side. “I just figured you’d wanna nap... oh. That’s a nice fucking couch.”

“Shoes off if you’re napping too then.” You giggled as you rolled onto your side and found a comfortable spot. “It’s a really nice fucking couch.”

“Oh, I could get used to this.” He said as he put his shoes under the coffee table and laid down completely, easily taking up the entire right side with his six foot four frame.

“Spots available, apply within.” You sighed as you closed your eyes for a moment. “Quit touching me.”

“I’m not touching you.” He said as he purposely hit your foot with his shin as he got comfortable himself. “You’re in my space.”

“Oh, get out.” You laughed as you opened your eyes to look at him with a smile. He smirked back and propped himself up on his hand.

“I have to say, I’m really fucking glad to see you smiling again. It got really scary there for a while.”

“How’d you get into photography in the first place?” You asked as you pulled out a blanket from the shelf under the coffee table and tossed it over to him before grabbing one for yourself.

“I’ve always been into it.” He said with a shrug as he tossed the blanket down his legs as far as it would go. “It’s what I went to college for. I just managed to get lucky with my portfolio when I got out here. You remember KaceyJo? She was in your grade?”

“Didn’t y’all get married?”

“Divorced about five years ago.” He said with a nod. “But she did a lot of modeling for me around town when we were married. So I had a portfolio full of awesome Smoky Mountain views and her in various poses in those shots. So I stood out.”

“Probably helps that you’re a hot, bearded giant that could rock a man bun for days.” You pointed out with a small grin. “But I may be harboring an old school girl crush.”

“You had a crush on me?” He asked as he sat up the slightest bit. “How the fuck did I not know that?”

“Because I told Tabby I’d break her snow globe collection if she told anyone. She was the only person that knew. Dude, why else would I go swimming in my underwear in front of Junior?!”

“Wow.” He huffed with a shake of his head. “The things you learn years later at reunions. Well, now you kinda have an answer on why I worked my way to Penthouse for a year.”

“What, for me?”

“You weren’t the only one with a crush back then.” He said with a shrug. “I just told Junior that I’d tell Laura about that night he spend with Molly when they first got together if he ratted me out and he told me you were forever off limits.”

“Oh, good old skanky Molly. Wonder whatever happened to her.”

“Slept her way up Wall Street last I heard.”

“Par for the course.” He nodded his head in agreement as he took his keys and phone out of his shorts pocket and put them and his bandana on the coffee table. “I’m really sorry, Ope.”

“Don’t be, sweetheart.” He said as he brushed his toes against your ankle for comfort. “I saw how toxic he was for you. He fed into that shit so bad, I wanted to knock his ass out every time he came to set. And you were so far in the rabbit hole, only God could get you out at that point. So I did what my church going upbringing told me to. I prayed. First time in a decade at least, but fuck if I didn’t try. Only thing I could do after you threw a bottle of tequila at my face for trying to talk to you.” You groaned and turned cherry red as you tried to cover your face with a blanket, but he chuckled and leaned over enough to grab the material to pull it away. 

“It’s OK.” He reassured as you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “I don’t blame you. We all go through rough patches in life, it’s what we do after hitting rock bottom that matters. I went through some shit when KaceyJo and I split up. Got in a few bar fights, got arrested, had to do anger management, lost my job. But I’m better off now. Got a good job, got friends... you became a mother, and you’ve got a roof over their heads, and you’re taking steps to do the best you can by them now. That’s what matters now. Not what you did two years ago. What you’re doing right now.” With a nod of your head, you started to cry, and Opie got up and came over to your side of the couch to lay down in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” You choked as you scooted back for him so he could wrap you in his arms.

“It’s OK, sweetheart.” He said softly as he rubbed your back. “I forgive you. I forgive you for everything.” You shook your head the slightest bit and gently held on to his shirt while he laid with you wordlessly to let you feel every emotion you had about your time as an addict since you got sober that you hadn’t been able to do with Colson until you cried yourself to sleep in the safety of an old friend’s arms.

Part 10

[ericsonclan]

A Winter’s Ball

(art by @violetineprompts​ for Pirates AU but works even better here)

Summary: The soldier girls from Clementine's unit enjoy a winter ball where they get to meet some cute fellows.

Read on A03: 

“Whew, finally a well-deserved break!” Sophie exclaimed, walking with her hands crossed behind her head. “I can’t wait to dig into whatever sort of feast they have prepared for tonight!”

“It certainly is a nice change of pace,” Ruby agreed, walking beside Sophie. She looked over at the other three girls, fellow soldiers in their squadron. “What are y’all looking forward to the most? Food or dancing?”

“I guess food,” Brody answered, looking at the ground nervously. “I mean, dancing’s nice and all, but we won’t know anyone there so I’m not sure I’ll get up the courage to ask someone,”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to, Brody,” Clementine encouraged her friend, patting her on the back. “And if you see anybody and you’re too nervous to ask, just let me know and I’ll grab them for you,”

“Thanks, Clem. Are you excited for dancing?”

“I’m not the best at it, but I’m sure I’ll still have a good time,” Clementine glanced over at Prisha who hadn’t said a single word since they headed out. “What about you, Prisha?”

“This whole party is a waste of time,” Prisha grumbled, rolling her eyes. “I’d much rather be having a strategy meeting than dancing with a bunch of coddled city boys or making small talk at a buffet. But decorum demands I attend so here I am,”

“Aaw, Sug, I’m sure it won’t be that bad,”

“Oh, believe me, it will. I’ve attended enough balls in my time to be sure of that,”

Before Ruby could say anything further, Brody let out an excited gasp. “Look, we’re here! The building is so pretty too!”

It really was. Decked out with lights and with lively music drifting out onto the street, the venue of the ball looked plenty inviting. The girls linked arms as they went up the staircase at the front entrance, curious of what the night would hold for each of them.

---

“Excited, Louis?” Marlon asked, offering his best friend a cup of punch. “It’s been a couple months since we’ve seen any girls. Besides your sister, that is. But she doesn’t count,” The two of them glanced over to the side of the room lined with chairs. Violet was hunching angrily in one of them, annoyed that she had to attend this ball in the first place and even more pissed that she was stuck in a dress for the night.

Louis winced sympathetically before taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, I think Vi would much rather be home with Willy than here right now. And as far as girls go….” His words drifted off as a batch of girls entered the room, laughing amongst themselves. He flinched as an arm was thrown roughly around his shoulder. Looking up, Louis saw Mitch had both him and Marlon in a headlock.

“Dude, check it out!” Mitch exclaimed, a wide grin of his face. “Girls!”

Aasim sighed in annoyance behind them. “Yes, we’ve noticed Mitch. We all have eyes,”

“You got your eye on any in particular?” Mitch asked Marlon, ignoring their friend’s sassy remark.

“Not sure…” Marlon’s eyes scanned the room slowly. There were so many options. His gaze fell on one girl in particular though, a tall redhead with her long hair loosely tied behind her back. She wasn’t that far off, so he could hear the conversation she was having with one of the other guests.

“Y’know, they told us to leave our weapons back at the camp, but what was I supposed to do with these guns?” She dramatically flexed her arm muscles, smiling mischievously.

“Dibs,” Marlon handed his drink over to Louis and began walking toward the girl.

“Wait, what? We’re calling dibs?” Louis asked in disbelief. “Everybody hasn’t even arrived yet!”

Mitch let out an appreciative whistle. “Check her out!” He pointed to a girl with short auburn hair who’d positioned herself beside the punch bowl. “What a babe. I’m going to ask her for a dance.” With that he strode off, making a beeline toward the punch bowl.

“What fools,” Aasim noted, stepping forward beside Louis. “Flirting with girls when there’s a war going on. This ball is held in honor of the troops. We should be honoring our soldiers, not trying to bed them,”

Louis raised an eyebrow at his friend. “So you’re not going to be dancing tonight?”

“I didn’t say that. I’ll be speaking with all the visiting soldiers, but as a dedicated supporter of the revolution, nothing more,”

Louis nodded absent-mindedly. “I’m going to go check on Vi. See you around,” Before Aasim could say anything further, he headed over to speak with his older sister. She was gazing with boredom into the middle distance, a glazed look of apathy on her face. He plopped down beside her, trying to give an encouraging grin. “So… how’s it going?”

“Balls fucking suck,” Violet growled. “They’ve always sucked, but they’re even worse when I’ve got to pretend to be blind the entire goddamn time,”

Louis’ face fell. He knew the need for Violet’s false disability was his fault. He’d panicked when the revolution began, convinced that if Violet went to war she’d be killed in battle. Insisting that she find a way to stay out of the conflict for his and Willy’s sake, Louis had come up with the idea to claim that Violet had been almost entirely blinded after a bout of smallpox. It had worked and she’d been excused from active duty, but now whenever they went out in public Violet had to pretend she was blind, holding her brothers’ hands to go anywhere and not looking at anything directly. It was truly wearying for her, but they couldn’t drop the act now.

“Did you get any food? I could grab you some if you’d like,”

“Nah, I’m good. Just gonna enter a temporary coma for the rest of the party,” Violet let herself momentarily take a glance round the room. “Marlon and Mitch seem to have hit it off with some of the soldiers,”

“Yeah, I can’t believe they made connections so quickly,”

“Poor Lou,” Violet mocked. “Haven’t found anybody you want to talk to yet?”

“I’m talking to the prettiest girl in the room right now,”

Violet snorted. “Please. Find someone else to bother so I can wallow in my misery alone,”

“Aw, don’t be like that, Vi,” Louis placed his hand to his heart, feigning insult. Suddenly his eyes were drawn across the room to one particular soldier. She was wearing a lavender gown, her curly hair pulled to the side in a way that drew attention to her amber eyes. She smiled as she talked to another soldier, laughing at something they’d said. Louis felt like the wind had just been knocked out of him. His heart had started a staccato rhythm in his chest and he couldn’t seem to slow it down. He wanted, no, needed to ask her to dance. But now as soon as he needed them, his legs had gone utterly limp, like rubber underneath him. Would he be able to get up the nerve to speak to her before he lost his chance?

---

Sophie had been enjoying the party so far. Her plate was piled sky high with hors dourves skillfully balanced one on top of the other. She’d seen a few of the guests glare at the decadent height of her snack pile, but Sophie didn’t care. They were just jealous that she’d figured out how to work the system. As she chewed away happily, Sophie noticed a young man walking up to her.

“Hi there,” he said, offering her a smile. “I like your guns,”

Sophie took another second or two to chew her food before quickly swallowing. “What?”

The boy’s face fell in embarrassment. “Oh, uh, I mean… I heard you talking to someone else about how there weren’t any weapons allowed at the ball and then-”

Sophie’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh yeah! These guns!” She lifted her arm that wasn’t holding her food, flexing it dramatically. “Pretty cool, right? Who knew that wartime could make you so ripped! Want to feel?”

The boy paused a moment before obliging, reaching out to feel the muscles in her arm. He whistled. “Damn, that is impressive,” He let go of Sophie’s arm, offering his hand. “I’m Marlon,”

“Sophie,”

“Would you be interested in honoring me with a dance?”

Sophie looked at her plate of food then back to Marlon. “Can we dance one-handed?”

Marlon chuckled at the question. “We can certainly try,”

---

Brody had been standing at the punch bowl for about 20 minutes now. She didn’t particularly like punch, but it gave her something to do with her hands. It was already proving to be a poor choice though, as she could feel the need to pee slowly rise within her. She wouldn’t be able to last the night this way.

“Hey,”

It took Brody a second to realize the voice had been directed at her. Turning, she saw a tall, brown-haired boy standing beside her, a cocky smile on his face. “Would you like me to refill your drink for you?”

Brody felt her cheeks flushing at the attention being directed her way. “Oh, that’s OK. I can do it myself,” Her arm jerked forward to grab the ladle, but instead knocked into the bowl itself, spilling the entire contents directly onto the stranger’s crotch. He swore in surprise, luckily catching the bowl before it crashed on the floor.

“I am soooo sorry!” Brody gasped. Reaching behind her for some napkins, she began to pat down the wet spots on the boy’s pants before realizing where she was patting and dropping the napkins with a startled squeak. “I should let you do that yourself. I’ll get some more napkins!”

“Wait!” the boy exclaimed, snatching Brody’s wrist to keep her from fleeing. “It’s fine. They’re just pants; they’ll dry. Let’s start over,” He placed the punch bowl back on the table, then extended his hand. “My name’s Mitch,”

“Brody,” She tentatively took the hand offered her, flustered as a smile returned to Mitch’s lips.

“Cute. Brody, would you like to dance?”

“I-I’d love to,”

“Then let’s go,” With that Mitch had tugged her onto the dance floor and their dance began.

---

Aasim was disappointed. He looked around the room, searching for any soldiers he hadn’t spoken with yet. He wanted to make sure that he talked to all of them about the ongoing war effort and his attempts to raise funds for the revolution. Perhaps he could find more allies to bolster his efforts and strengthen the revolutionary force’s chances. So far, this ball had proven to be a waste of time though. The soldiers weren’t here to talk politics. All they wanted to do was dance and eat and make small talk. Perhaps it was too much to expect more from soldiers on leave, but Aasim couldn’t help but feel insulted by their apathy towards his endeavors. He tossed his notebook on the table beside him in annoyance.

“What’s that?”

Aasim turned to see a beautiful, buxom lass standing beside him. Her red hair contrasted prettily with her pale skin, a ruddy blush gracing her cheeks. He found himself speechless for a second before clearing his throat to answer.

“These are my notes I keep on fundraising efforts for the revolution. I want to make sure I perform my duties as an active member of the war effort to the best of my abilities,”

“Really?” From her tone he could tell she was impressed. “That’s wonderful! You know it really warms our hearts to see citizens giving their all to the revolution just like we are. And you’re really going above and beyond!”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Aasim insisted, blushing happily at her praise. “Just doing my part,” He extended his hand to her graciously, placing a chaste kiss upon her wrist. “Thank you for all your service,”

The girl’s eyes widened at the gesture before a sultry smile crossed her lips. “If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it’ll have been worth it,”

Damn, she’s smooth. “I’m Aasim,”

“Ruby,”

“Ruby, would you like to accompany me in a dance?”

“I’d like nothing better,”

---

“Lou, you’ve been staring at that girl for over a half hour now.” Violet grumbled. “Are you going to talk to her or just warm that chair with your ass all night?”

“I’m going to! Just give me a minute!” Louis’ eyes returned to the mystery girl on the other side of the ballroom. Some part of him had been hoping that their eyes would lock from across the room, she’d smile and come over his way and they’d strike up a conversation without him having to get up the nerve to start things out. Seeing as that hadn’t happened, he’d have to move on to another plan. “I’m going to get a cup of punch then go talk to her,”

“What the hell do you need punch for?”

“My throat is dry! I don’t need to explain myself to you!” Louis stood up from his chair with a huff, stalking over to the punch table. When he arrived, he was shocked to find it completely empty. What the hell? Who’s been hogging all of the punch? Well, that mission had been a bust. Louis turned round to rejoin his sister, but froze when he didn’t see Violet there anymore. Had she ditched him? He searched the room frantically for her before his eyes landed upon Violet doing what he feared most: talking to the girl.

What the shit, Vi? She knew he’d planned to go over there! Was she putting the moves on the girl herself now that he’d proven himself too much of a coward to do so? Utterly dejected, Louis began to make his way over to the chairs.

“Louis!”

He turned in surprise upon hearing Violet’s voice. His sister was walking over to him, the girl of his dreams following behind her. Violet stood before him, a small smile on her face as she gestured back toward the girl. “Clementine, meet my brother Louis,”

The girl stepped forward, a bright smile on her face. “Pleased to meet you,” she said, giving a quick curtsy.

Louis felt like he could just about die from the euphoria he felt in that moment. “I’m Louis,” he said, bowing awkwardly.

“I just told her that, dumbass,” Violet rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Anyway, you two have fun,” With that she was gone and the two of them were left alone.

“So, Louis,” Clementine said, his name rolling off her tongue like a short melody. “Tell me about yourself,”

“Oh! Uh, well, you met my sister Violet. I have a little brother at home too: Willy. He’s too rambunctious to go to these sort of things yet, otherwise you’d see him here, pigging out at the food tables,”

Clementine’s eyes lit up as his words. “You have a little brother? So do I! His name’s A.J. He’s far too young to go to balls yet, but I think he’d be right at the food table alongside your brother if he was,”

“Sounds like they’d make quite the duo,” Louis chuckled. His eyes strayed to the corner of the room where a piano stood. He wasn’t sure if this was the right move, but he was going to go for it. “Clementine, do you like music?”

Clementine’s brow quirked in curiosity. “Yes? Doesn’t everybody?”

“You’ve got a point,” Louis said, looking down in embarrassment. He was going to see this through though. “Would you like it if I played something for you?”

“I’d love that,” Clementine’s smile was genuine as she offered him her hand. “I assume we’re heading over to the piano?”

“Your guess is right, my lady,” Louis quipped, taking her hand in his and leading the way across the room. Clementine’s hand felt warm in his. Louis couldn’t believe this had worked out. He’d have to thank Violet later.

---

Violet stared out at the dance floor blankly, silently willing the clock to move faster. There was nothing for her here. All her friends were occupied with dancing or flirting. Even Louis had left her now, though she had to admit that was her own doing. That boy never would have gotten up the nerve to ask Clementine for a dance. Seeing the two of them laughing and smiling beside the piano had a smile temporarily tugging at her own lips, but it soon dissipated in the wake of boredom. There were still hours left till this would all be over.

“Greetings,” A tall girl with a long-plaited braid stood before her. Violet glanced up at her for a second, then immediately looked away. Shit, she had to remember to keep up the blind act.

“Hi,” she said simply. Hopefully the girl would go away soon. Violet wouldn’t be able to convince her of her blindness for long.

Instead the girl sat down beside her, causing Violet’s mind to devolve into a series of panicked swears. What did she want? “You look awfully bored,” the girl commented casually. “I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who finds balls tiresome,”

“Yeah, they suck,”

“Have you danced with anyone tonight?”

“No. Nobody worth dancing with. Besides…” Violet vaguely gestured towards her eyes before dropping her hand.

“Oh,” The girl seemed to understand the gesture, but not be bothered by Violet’s apparent disability. A beat of silence passed between them before she spoke again. “Would you care to dance with me?”

What the fuck? Violet wanted to look over at her but was afraid to do so. She wanted to dance with her? Why? “Umm, I mean, we’re both girls so that might look a little… odd,”

“I know,” The girl’s hand drifted down beside Violet’s, brushing against her and sending a thrill up her spine. “My name’s Prisha. What’s yours?”

“Violet,”

Prisha hummed quietly in approval. Violet felt like she could melt from the sound. “Tell me, Violet, would you like to get out of here?”

“And go where?”

“Anywhere,” Prisha’s pinky finger crept out, slowly encircling hers.

“I… I’d have to get back before my brother got worried,”

“That’s fair. And Violet?”

“Yeah?”

“You can drop the act. I’d quite like to look you in the eyes if it’s alright with you,”

Violet’s eyes shot over to Prisha’s. She knew?

Prisha smiled knowingly, happy in her victory. “You have lovely eyes, Violet,”

She did too. Violet found herself getting lost in their rich brown depths.

“So…” Prisha gestured towards one of the side exits to the room. “Shall we?”

Violet nodded mutely. The pair got to their feet, walking briskly towards the doors. Within moments they had left the ballroom, off on an adventure all their own.

The night hadn’t gone quite like anyone had expected. In the end however, all five couples finished the night much happier than they had started. It truly was a wonderful winter’s ball.

[unknownauthor]

Who’s Crying Now

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: cheating, break up

Summary: Reader and Billy have been exclusive for a while

A/N: I feel like this is not my best work. It is my first Billy fic and I think it turned out okay. Tell me what y’all think. And requests are open❤️

I should have listened when Nancy warned me about him. But his beautiful eyes and smooth way of speaking disarmed me and I fell hook line and sinker.He charmed his way into my life, and just as easily as he had entered it….He was gone now.

It all started at school on friday. He usually picked me up from my house. This morning he didn’t. I was almost late and had to rush to class. I looked for him all morning but I couldn’t find him. I had just resolved that maybe he’d gotten sick or something and I would go check on him after school. It was only when I had to pee during Math class that I discovered the truth.

I was walking back from the bathrooms, still worried out of my mind when i saw them. I stopped in my tracks as they both looked up, smiling and giggling as they exited a janitor’s closet. Billy’s eyes widened, unable to lie as I could clearly see the lipstick on his face and neck. Emma’s telling smile said more than any excuse he could come up with.

“Y/N-” I turned and sprinted down the corridor before my name could finish dripping off his lips.

Don’t get me wrong, Billy Hargrove and I had only been dating for about a month, but I felt it was real. He snuck over to my house when his dad was being a brute, he confided in me how much he missed his mom. I had felt close to him.I guess we weren’t close enough.

“I don’t know Nance,” I said, wiping my nose again. She sat on the edge of my bed, hand on my knee and eyes filled with concern. I couldn’t go to school today, if i had seen Emma Garfield’s face I probably would have smacked the smug look right off of her. I didn’t want to see the two of them together. She smiles sympathetically, but she doesn’t understand.

“I know things are hard for you right now...But trust me, they’ll get better.”

“How/” I ask dramatically flinging my arm over my face with a loud sigh. “I really liked him.” the room falls silent. She doesn’t need to say ‘I told you so.’ she knows that I already know that. But the hole I feel in my chest is unbearable, and like the best friend I could ever have, Nancy curled up beside me, hugging me tightly and didn’t leave my side.

“Get up. Y/N. Get up.” I wake, groggy and exhausted. I had tossed and turned all night, prompting Nancy to make me some tea to try and help me settle down. She’s in my face now, trying to wake me up for school. I groan, dreading the day ahead and unable to avoid it.

“What time is it?”

“Five forty five.”

“Jesus Nance! Why are you waking me up?” I snap, pulling the blankets over me and hiding beneath them. I never get up before six thirty on a school day. Undeterred Nancy pulls the blankets away, I hiss as cool air hits my legs. She sits beside me, turning on my bedside lamp. I wince at the sudden invasion of light, she’s already dressed and ready to go.

“I’m waking you up so we can get you ready.” I sit up, brows furrowed in confusion. “I’m going to do your makeup. And your hair. We’re gonna make you look completely irresistible. And you’re going to show that asshole just what he screwed up.” she grabs my cheeks and pulls my face close, a kind smile on her lips. “You are bitchin’. Time for you to own it.”

P.O.V

Billy ran his fingers through his hair, eyes darting around as he searched for Y/N. He hadn’t been able to talk to her all weekend, she ignored his phone calls and when he had driven over to talk, her father had told him in no uncertain terms to get lost. What happened with Emma was a mistake. He knew it the moment he saw the look on her face. It hadn’t been worth hurting Y/N. No one else truly mattered.

“What are you doing?” Tommy asked Billy as he sat down in homeroom. Billy ignored his friend, eyes scanning the room, searching for her, hoping he could get her attention or maybe even slip her a note. The bell rang and Ms. Peterson closed the door, he cursed under his breath and sank lower in his seat.

“I can’t do this.” she says to Nancy. Y/N’s legs shake and her eyes fill with tears as the anxiety of everything that had happened began to fill her once more. Nancy placed her hands on her friend’s shoulders, prepared to give her one more pep talk before they joined their classmates.

“You can do this.” she fluffed Y/N’s hair and wiped some stray lipstick from her friend’s mouth before turning her around and taking her arm and arm. “Bitchin’. Remember it.”

Billy’s P.O.V

“Class starts at 7:30 sharp ladies.” I look up to see who was walking in late and had to stop myself from leaping out of my chair.

“Sorry, our pedicure ran late.” Y/N said sarcastically, tugging Nancy Wheeler with her. She didn’t even look at me as they took seats next to Nancy’s boyfriend Jonathan and Steve Harrington. I take her in, feeling my cock begin to rise in my pants. Shit she looked good. A light pink knit halter top with a white belt and black skin tight pants. Y/N hated heels so she wore plain black pants and two chunky bracelets on her wrist. A white one and a pink one. Her beautiful hair was piled high and hair sprayed to heaven, the makeup on her face was light but noticeable. She looks like a goddess and all I want is to worship her.

“Mr. Hargrove.” Ms. Peterson snaps me out of my daze and I clear my throat, looking down at my notebook. I fucked up….I fucked up big time.

P.O.V

Y/N felt great. She had seen Billy in class, the way his jaw dropped. Nancy said she could see him sweating it out. She had been proud. As the day went on the more confident Y/N felt. If he wanted someone else he could have them. Her worth wasn’t measured by him or anyone else.

It was at the end of the day she found the note. It had been shoved into her locker and fell out just as she opened the door. She bent down to pick it up, recognizing the shotty handwritting on the front of it as no one else’s but his.

Y/N,

I’m sorry for everything. I messed up. I know I’ve done a lot of shitty things but this was the worst. I am so sorry for hurting you,,,,you deserve better. You deserve better than I could ever give you.

Thank you for loving me,

Billy

[aliensforleaders]

Look At Me - Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Female Reader.

Warnings: SMUT OH MY GOD SMUT, swearing, unprotected sex, oh and also The Sex. seriously this is just p0rn...very slight fluff at the end.

A/N: This was a Fucking Ride, my dude. I saw that fucking video on Joe’s instagram and I don’t know about y’all but woo wee that made my whole week if you know what I’m sayin. Anyways here ya go you horny bastards. Enjoy.

I sat up straight in the driver’s seat of my car. It was beginning to snow, and the man on the weather station was explaining just how bad it was going to get this weekend. I was anxious to get home because I didn’t like driving in these conditions especially at night, and neither did my boyfriend, Ben.

Luckily I wasn’t too far from home and pulled into the driveway moments later. I breathed in a sigh of relief. It had been a very long, exhausting day at work and all I wanted to do was see Ben and cuddle with him in bed.

I walked through the front door, quickly closing it and feeling the warmth hit my face as I did. I shook the snow off me and took most of my layers off, leaving my wet boots by the door.

“Ben?” I called, unwrapping the scarf from my neck. I walked down the dark hallway towards the light coming from the bedroom. As I entered my eyes fell upon his lean body laying against the pillows, one arm behind his head in the most painfully beautiful way. He was wearing the tightest white t-shirt and some grey sweats that rested low on his hips, revealing some skin. He was breath taking.

I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms, shaking my head. He looked up from his phone and grinned wide at me with those lips.

“Oh hey! I was so worried about you getting home. What’s that look for?” he asked, frowning.

“Oh come on, Ben. You really think it’s fair for you to just lay there looking like that?” I walked into the room fully, dropping my stuff on the chair in the corner of the room.

“I really don’t know what you mean.” he shrugged and looked back at his phone. I could see him fighting the giggle that I knew was there.

“Okay fine.” I said rolling my eyes. So this boy wanted to play games with me? Alright then.

I knew exactly what was going to get him to break. Ben had a thing for seeing me in underwear and his t-shirts with nothing underneath. He loved it. It drove him crazy, but that’s only one from the list. So I grabbed one of his shirts without him noticing and went to the bathroom. I quickly undressed, slightly reveling in the feeling of no bra for a moment, and then pulling his shirt over my head. It smelled deliciously of him and I almost wanted to quit this teasing game I had planned on, but that fucking grin was such a challenge that I could never turn down and he knew it.

Once I was dressed, or rather undressed, I took my hair down and ran my hands through it roughly until I felt it was enough. I came out of the bathroom, grabbed my phone, and hopped onto the bed next to Ben. After a moment of scrolling, through my peripherals, I could see him glance at me and do a double take. His eyes scanned me and he let a deep breath in and out.

“You know, when someone thinks something is unfair, the most childish response is to do the same thing back.”

I laughed and sat up, facing him. I crawled on top of him and straddled his waist. I could already feel him through his sweats.

“Ben, I’ve had a terribly long day and you know what would make it so much better?” I asked looking down into his eyes. 

He put his phone down on the side table and then rested both of his hands on my waist, looking up at me.

“What’s that now, love?” he asked, the darkness in his eyes growing.

I grabbed his jaw with one hand and leaned down, my lips almost touching his ear and whispered deeply,”I want you to put that pretty mouth all over my body very slowly,” I reached down between us with my other hand and took hold of him through his sweats,”and then I want you to get us both so worked up that we can’t help but fuck like hungry animals.”

I could feel his breath hitch in his chest when I grabbed his now hard length and a little whimper escape his lips when I finished my request. In a matter of seconds he had gripped my thighs hard and flipped me over so I was now on my back and he was between my legs. His hands were everywhere all at once, roaming up under my shirt grabbing at my breasts, his hot breath was in the crook of my neck as he attempted to breathe and litter my neck with kisses.

Our pulses were racing and he was leaving sloppy kisses all over, pushing up my shirt and kissing up my stomach to my breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth, grazing his teeth over the sensitive area. We were both panting.

“God babe you look so fucking good in my clothes.” he breathed into my skin as he fought the shirt off of my body.

He made his way up to my lips. He held both sides of my face looking into my eyes deeply. His pupils were blown as mine probably were. Almost every inch of our skin was touching and it overwhelmed my senses in the best way. I could never be too close to him nor him to me.

“I’m going to take care of you tonight, baby. Do everything you want. Promise.” he said in short sentences with very little air to work with.

“Go on then.” I began to ache for him. I almost needed him to just fuck me. But that would be too quick and he knew I liked it to be done as slow and drawn out as possible. So he kissed me deeply and passionately, hands never going where I needed them. He was slow and languid about his kisses. I watched his dark, flushed lips press to my skin over and over.

“Oh Ben.” I breathed out, squirming under him and trying to push my hips up into him.

He ran his fingernails down my sides, making me shiver, and then he held my hip with one hand while the other pulled my underwear down my legs. He glanced up at me through his eyelashes and with a grin that made me wetter than I’d ever been.

Once I was laying there completely naked, he got up on his knees in front of me and pulled his shirt over his head slowly. I whimpered and pressed my knees together, needing something, anything. He pushed off his sweats and tossed them somewhere. He ran his hands up my legs and stopped at my knees, pressing a kiss to both before pulling them apart and running his tongue over his lips, staring down at just how wet I’d gotten.

He leaned up to my ear, just as I had done to him earlier, letting a finger glide into me. I threw my head back and gasped, letting the pleasure completely consume me.

“Oh my, love. You are so wet for me. Am I making you feel good, huh? Is this what you wanted, baby?” he whispered into my ear in the dirtiest tone.

“Yes, Ben. Fuck I-uh I need a little more, baby. Oh jesus.” I moaned, gripping his wrist with one hand and his hair with the other.

“Anything you want, my love.” and with that, he moved his mouth down to my wet core and wasted no time eating me out like he was starving for it. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and his tongue worked my clit in all the right ways. I had both hands in his hair and my head thrown back, moaning uncontrollably. His touch was pure bliss.

I looked down to watch him pleasure me and his eyes met mine, almost sending me over the edge, but I held on, knowing what was to come. 

“Ben you need to fuck me now. Can’t hold it anymore.” I whimpered and collapsed back against the pillows. He pressed one last kiss to my clit and began to pull off his boxers. He sprang free and all I could think about was him fucking me until we both couldn’t walk.

I didn’t notice before, but he was so hard. His cheeks were red and his hair clung to his forehead. I brushed it aside and we locked eyes as he positioned himself at my entrance and teased it a bit. He kissed me once and then pushed all the way in. Our gaze never broke as we both let out a low groan, the sudden feeling of each other taking over everything.

He began to push in and out of me at a slow pace and then finally speeding up as his head dropped into the crook of my neck. It was only the sound of our heavy breath and skin filling the room. He got faster and faster until I swear I could feel him in my stomach.

“B-Ben I’m close.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him and grasping at his shoulders.

“Come with me baby, come on.” he groaned into my ear, his hot breath fanning over my face. It was all so much. I could feel him twitch inside me and seconds later I was screaming and my walls tightened around him. He groaned loudly and came inside me shortly after, slowing to a stop as his hot liquid spilled into me.

“Oh my god.” I took a deep breath and Ben whimpered slightly as he pulled out, both of us extremely sensitive.

He rolled over onto his back, next to me and we just stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath.

“That was fucking insane.” Ben said finally, staring at the ceiling.

“To say the least.” I replied.

He turned to me and I looked at him. His eyelids drooped and I could tell he was tired now. He smiled at me lazily.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Ben. Thank you for doing exactly as I asked.” I giggled at the last bit.

He laughed loudly. “Anything you want, my love.” he repeated from earlier, and propped himself up on his elbow, leaning down to kiss me sweetly.

“Okay I have to go pee now.” I said, abruptly, giving him one last kiss before grabbing his shirt and heading to the bathroom.

I came back, flipped off the light, and crawled into bed with him. He pulled me into his side with one arm and kissed my forehead as I sunk into him. He was warm and smelled amazing, even after all that. I nuzzled my face into his chest and we quickly drifted off to sleep, knowing we would both be pretty sore tomorrow.

[amylillian22]

Down the Road - Chris Evans Imagine (Chris POV)

Word Count: 3,008

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: An old Kenny Chesney song inspired this imagine. I hope y’all like it.  

[Chris Evans Master List]

Young kids

"I didn't go!" I laughed hard as I rolled my head back and placed my hand on my chest. Scott ran into the house crying after I tricked him into peeing in his pants.

Our babysitter, Stephanie, had just pulled up our driveway and immediately noticed Scott was crying. She ran after him without asking me any questions. Probably because she already knew it was my fault.

After a few minutes of laughing, I saw a family getting out of a car four houses down, a dad, a mom, and a girl about my age. I had never seen her before, but there was something about her that made me smile.

"Christopher Robert Evans!" I turned around to see my mother standing in front of the front door with her hands on her hips. I knew I was in trouble. "Why would you do that to Scott?" She asked.

"Mom, who are they?" I asked as I approached her, completely and purposely ignoring her question.

She looked up and saw the family unloading a couple of boxes from their car. "I don't know, sweetheart. Maybe they're our new neighbors."

"Can we go say hi?" I asked hopeful. Whether she said yes or no, I already knew I was going to find reasons to go over and find out who the girl was, and I knew this was my best shot.

"I think we should."

Yes! I thought to myself as I walked along beside my mom. I get to meet the girl and I dodged getting into trouble.

"Hi," my mom said as we walked up to the family. "I'm Lisa. This is my son, Chris. We live down the road."

"Hi, I'm Debra," the woman smiled and shook my mom's hand. "That's my husband, Jim," she pointed at the man who was already making his way back to the car from the house, "and this is my daughter, Y/N."

I gave Y/N a smile. She returned a small shy smile as she stood next to her mom with a teddy bear in her arms.

"Hi!" Jim said as he shook my mom's hand and then mine. "Wow, you got a firm handshake, kid."

"I like to make a good impression," I said, earning laughs from everyone.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," my mom said. "I'd love to have you guys over for dinner this weekend if you don't have any plans."

"That would be great," Debra said.

"My parents are going out to some work dinner thing tonight, but our babysitter is with us. Do you want to come over and play?" I asked Y/N.

Before she could answer, mom squeeze my shoulder and spoke, "unfortunately my son is grounded for the rest of the week."

"Moooooooom," I whined.

"You're more than welcome to come over and play with any of my other kids anytime, but Christopher Robert is unavailable for the week." I pouted my bottom lip and crossed my arms to my chest as mom talked. I looked up and noticed Y/N had a huge smile, and I knew right there and then, I was in big trouble.

Senior Year

"Truth or dare?" Aria asked Y/N.

A group of our friends from school were huddled around the kitchen island, which was filled with all different types of liquor bottles. Becca's parents were out of town for the weekend and she decided to host the prom after party at her house.

Some of our classmates had changed out of their tuxedos and dresses into something more comfortable and relaxed. Others like myself, had loosen their tie around their neck, rolled up their sleeves, and unbuttoned the top buttons. Y/N wore my black coat on top of her strapless prom dress and traded her heels for her comfortable and worn out Vans. Although it was springtime in Boston, the nights were still kind of chilly.

There music was blasting from the living room, where some of our classmates where dancing, grinding, drinking, and making out. I lifted my red solo cup and drank what's left of my watered down beer.

"Truth," Y/N answered with a giggle.

I couldn't help but smile for two reasons. 1.) She always picked truth. She was too scared to take a risk when playing the game with other people, unless  she was playing with me. She doesn't mind picking dare. And 2.) Her giggle was adorable and it was still something I loved since the first time I heard it years ago.

"Tell us something we don't know about Chris and only you know," Aria said.

I wasn't mad nor was I worried about this question. Even though Y/N is my girlfriend, she's also my best friend. I told her everything and anything. I know anything deep, personal, and vulnerable I shared with her would stay with her forever. She wasn't the kind of person to tell everyone everything that was said between us.

She turned around and gave me a huge cheeky smile. She cupped my cheek and brushed her thumb against my cheekbone. "You made every excuse possible to come over and hang out with me when I first moved here." I couldn't help but smile at her response, because she was absolutely right.

"Whether it was homework, borrowing a cup of sugar or milk, or just to see what I was doing," Y/N continued with a smile, earning a couple of 'aww's' from some of the girls playing the game with us.

"I had a plan and it worked, didn't it?" I smirked before leaning in to give her a small kiss.

Before anyone could say anything, someone yelled the cops had arrived. I quickly grabbed Y/N's hand and found a way out of Becca's house. Y/N kept up with my pace as we ran down a dark alley and turned down another street. Once we were far away from Becca's house, we slowed down and tried to catch our breath.

"Oh my, God," Y/N giggled as she playfully swung our linked hands back and forth.

I twirled her around and before I knew it, we were dancing in the middle of the dead street, just a couple of blocks away from our houses. Watching her smile and giggle as we danced made the world around me stop. Nothing else mattered but her, which is how I've always felt since she moved four houses down the road. I've always known I wanted her in my life, but it wasn't until this moment that I realized how badly I wanted forever with her.

"Marry me." The words came out as I pulled her in to my chest after twirling her. She laughed it off, thinking it was a joke or the beer talking. She tried to push me away from her, but I tightened my arms around her waist, refusing to ever let her go. I looked deep into her beautiful eyes and searched for an answer.

She swallowed hard as she realized how serious I was. My heart was pounding against my chest, nearly drowning out the silent night and her answer.

"Yes."

The next morning

Y/N grabbed my hand underneath the dining table as our parents stared at us. Their eyes flickered between both of us, each of them with a mixture of worried, scared, and concern looks on their faces. Although it's only been a minute or two, it felt like it had been hours since anyone said anything.

"You're not pregnant, are you?" Her mom suddenly asked and breaking the silence.

Before we could answer no, my mom immediately spoke up. "If you are, that's okay. We'll figure something out and help you guys."

"After I kill him," her dad said.

"I'll help you," my dad added, clearly against me as I expected if he thought I got Y/N pregnant. He's always told me to be smart when it came to having sex.

"No, I'm not pregnant," Y/N finally answered. "That's not why we brought you here."

"So, why did you, sweetheart?" Her dad asked.

I cleared my throat and looked directly into his eyes as I squeezed Y/N's hand underneath the table. She squeezed back, clearly giving me the support I needed. "I want to marry your daughter."

It was quiet, as expected, but within seconds our parents burst into laughter. They said a couple of things to each other over their loud laughs. Y/N and I said nothing as we watched them. I don't know what she was expecting, but this wasn't what I envisioned. Granted, I knew they probably wouldn't be thrilled as we were technically seniors for another two weeks. However, a small part of me hurt to see them think this was a joke, especially from my parents, who both knew how crazy and madly in love I am with Y/N.

Our moms wiped the tears from their eyes as they joked about being in-laws. My dad was still laughing as he heard our moms, but Y/N's dad stopped to look at us. He stopped laughing when he realized we weren't laughing or smiling with them. He saw how serious I was about marrying his one and only baby.

"I had the same reaction," Y/N said with a small, sad smile. Tears were brimming on the edge of her eyes and I knew she believed our parents wouldn't be on board with this.

I cupped her cheeks and rested my forehead against hers. "No matter what happens, I still love you," I whispered to her, but reassuring both of us. I had to believe we would be okay, even if our parents were against us.

She nodded. "I love you too," she whispered back.

"Son," her father's voice made us turn to look at him. "How do you plan on taking care of my daughter?"

"Jim, you can't be serious," Debra said.

"She's right! They're still in high school," my dad added.

"I'm sure Christopher has a plan, otherwise he wouldn't approach this situation without a smart plan, right?" Mom asked me.

"Look, I know what I want to do and that's be an actor. I know it's a tough job and some might think I can't do it, but I believe in myself. I know I can do this. I know it won't be easy but it'll work out in its own way. I'm going to do my damn best to not only support her, but I promise you, I want to take care of her and love her every single day for the rest of my life." I wrapped my arm around Y/N as she leaned into me. "Y/N said something to our friends last night at the party. She told them I made every excuse possible just to see and be with every single day since the day you guys moved into this house. Now, it's going to be different. I'm promise you, I'll keep asking and giving you guys reasons every single day until you agree to let us get married. Trust me, if it were up to me, I'd get on the first flight out to Vegas after graduation and get married if you guys said no, but I won't do that, because I know how important it is to have you guys at our wedding. I know how important it is to her to have you walk her down the aisle," I said as I looked at Jim. "And I know how important it is for me to make sure I do this right by everyone, because when I look at her, I see my entire future with her and I hate to have one with her without you guys on board."

At this point, my parents are in tears and Y/N was sniffling. Hell, my eyes were filled with tears as well.

"When?" Jim asked.

"After graduation would be nice," I answered.

"That way we can spend the entire summer together backpacking Europe as we had already planned before we start school in New York, but as husband and wife," Y/N added.

"A part of me already knew you would always be a part of our lives and everyone here already knows I love you like a son, Chris, and nothing would make me happier than to have you as my son-in-law."

"Are you sure, daddy?" Y/N asked.

"The way I see it is you two are going to get married, whether it's today, tomorrow, two weeks, or years from now."

Y/N squealed and jumped out of her chair. She hugged her dad tight and repeated 'thank you's'. I let out a huge breath as I realized the hardest part was over. Everything from here on out would be a piece of cake.

I hugged my future in-laws and then my parents. When my mom pulled back, she cupped my cheeks and looked me dead in the eye. "Are you sure she's not pregnant?" She whispered only for me to hear. "Because if she is, it's okay, son."

"She's not pregnant, mom," I held my gaze with hers.

Then a huge smirk formed on her lips. "When the time does come, I hope your kid repeats history."

Before I could respond with a witty response that it wouldn't happen, she pulled away from me. "Come on, Debra. We got two weeks to plan a wedding!"

20 years later

"Sweetheart?" I called out as I place my keys in the bowl on the table. I closed the front door and hung my jacket on the coat rack.

"In the kitchen!" Y/N called out before I made my way towards her. She was making a pitcher of lemonade. "Hi, honey," she immediately smiled as I walked in the kitchen.

"Hi, sweetheart," I smiled back as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss.

Y/N smiled halfway through the kiss before pulling back. "How was the meeting?"

"Eh, same old stuff. Just working out the schedule for the new movie. I wanted to make sure how many days I have off. That way I can sort of plan when I can come home and when you guys can come visit me in Atlanta."

"I'm so excited, happy, and proud of you. You're going to do great as always, honey," she said as she kissed my cheek, earning a cheeky smile from me.

I looked down and noticed some carrots and cucumbers. These were Charlotte's favorite snacks. "Can I help you with anything?"

"I'm almost done," Y/N said as she started cutting the carrots and cucumbers into small pieces.

"Where is she?" I asked, noticing the house was too quiet.

"She's outside playing in the jungle gym."

I looked out our kitchen window and saw our 9-year-old daughter making her away across the monkey bars. I couldn't help but smile knowing how long and hard she worked to get across all by herself. My smile completely vanished when I saw someone following slowly behind her, and the sight made my heart stop.

"Sweetheart, who's that boy she's playing with?" I asked as my eyes followed the boy running after my baby girl.

"Thomas, but Charlotte calls him Tommy."

"Is he a friend from school?" I asked.

"No."

"Where did she meet him?" I followed up.

Y/N chuckled, causing me to turn around. Why did she find this funny?

"We met him and his mother at the park," she answered as she fixed two plates.

Oh no, I thought to myself. That meant they met him in our neighborhood park and he lives around our gated community.

"Tommy and Alicia - his mom, are new to the neighborhood," she continued.

Oh no!

I swallowed hard. "Where do they live?"

"Four houses down the road, " she smirked at me.

"Who made the first move?" I asked nervously as this all suddenly felt too damn familiar.

"She did." The smirk on Y/N's face grew wider. "I guess she gets that from her dad. She's already claimed him as her best friend and she already made another play date this weekend."

"Oh no," I groan. "How old is he? And what are his intentions?"

Y/N laughed. "Relax, honey. He's only 10."

"They're about our age when we first met-"

"I know-"

"And that scares the hell outta me, 'cause I already know exactly what that little weasel is thinking-"

"A weasel who will probably be your future son-in-law," Y/N beamed with a smile.

I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I was holding. I grabbed her waist and pulled her in towards me. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and fiddled with my hair at the nape of my neck. "I don't wike it," I mumbled as I buried my face at the crook of her neck.

"Aww, honey," Y/N giggled. "You'll be fine. If they're anything like us, they're both going to be fine."

"I know, but I still don't wike it," I pulled back and leaned down to capture her lips as she leaned up on her toes to met mine.

"You'll be fine," she said as she unraveled from me. "Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta get these snacks and lemonade to the kids."

"I'll help you," I said, trying to get the tray she was loading.

"No," she shook her head. "You have something else to do."

I raised my eyebrow at her. "I do? What is it?"

"Call your mom."

"You didn't," I immediately said, already knowing where this was going.

"I totally did and she wants to tell you 'I told you so'," Y/N giggled as she walked out to the backyard with the tray.

I sighed and hung my head low as I pulled out my phone. I dialed my mother's number, dreading knowing where this conversation was going to go.

"Should we start a savings account to save up money for the wedding?" My mother answered without so much as saying 'hello'. I could also hear the smirk on her lips as she spoke.

"I really don't wike this," I mumbled.

[splashmommy]

Ronda Helped Me

Guys, I just ran two miles in the freezing fucking cold. Full disclosure, I speed walked them. Also it was only one mile, I just checked my pedometer because I have major OCD and can’t stand being inaccurate. So here’s the accurate story, I spent the last three solid hours of this afternoon laying on my couch eating pretzels, chugging coffee, and slowly crawling to the end of Christine (a Stephen King book which I’m ashamed to admit has taken me almost two months to finish. Sorry, there was just a lot of football and mechanics to push through in the beginning before the love triangle kicked in). Believe you me, I did not want to get off that couch. I could have continued sitting there in my five year old christmas jammy pants for, at the very least, another eight hours, and I would have, had it not been for Ronda Rousey.

Y’all. I watched wrestling again last night for the first time in a long time. Let me set the scene for you. I had just gotten home from a long day of work and I wanted nothing more than to microwave a Kashi meal and dive deep into The Tank (this is what I call Shark Tank) to see what disparaging things Mr. Wonderful had to say about Barbara or the retail industry as a whole while I dug deeply into some Chimichurri Quinoa. I had yet to change and unwind fully from my work day when my life partner, Craig, dropped the bomb. He told me that the WWE Royal Rumble pay per view that had been blaring from the living room was about to close out with a Women’s Main Event Royal Rumble. Wait, hold the fuck on, you mean the ladies are closing the show? HEADLINING AN EVENT?!

Then he told me that there were rumors that Ronda Rousey might surprise debut during the match.

Fuck. And yes.

So I sat my ass down, right there, on our grey cat scratched couch and proceeded to fall deep, deep into the world of, what we now call the WWE Women’s Division. Now full disclosure again on me here, I’m not what you would call a “lifelong wrestling fan”. I have dipped my toe in and out of the ring over the last decade since falling in love with a massive self-proclaimed monday night rasslin’ nut (Craig’s still got it!). I’ve been to Monday Night Raw two or three times. I attended Wrestlemania in Atlanta in 2011 (although honestly I slept through some of it because, again full disclosure, it was kind of a weird time for me). My husband and I once yelled “BAZINGA!” while waving a hot yellow hand made sign that said “BAZINGA!” at Daniel Bryan while we jumped up and down over a fence in the backlot of a Raleigh arena. He was getting inside his truck to leave, he did a little chuckle and an eye roll when he saw us before pulling out of the parking lot. It was pretty neat. We have since referred to this moment as “The time we bazinga’d Daniel Bryan.” We are still very proud. 

Now that I think of it, there was also this brief period in the late nineties where I got really into The Wolf Pack. I had a crush on a new kid in my sixth grade class at church named Jonathan who talked a lot about the NWO. I tentatively watched a couple of matches with my big bro, initially just so I could understand my crush a little better and have something in common to talk about if I ever got the courage to speak to him. I kept watching it after I was over him though, because there was something silly and really cathartic that I liked about watching magnetic people beating the fake crap out of eachother. I also liked recreating the moves on my older brother.

At this point I feel like I need to mention that the WWF Superstars performance of “If You Only Knew” from the 1987 Slammy Awards is my favorite thing on the internet. I literally dare everyone to try to watch it without getting up off the couch to side step shuffle.

So you could say I’m a casual, medium-rare-to-medium wrestling fan. My interest has waned in the past due to personal issues I have with bad storylines, uninteresting characters, negative stereotypes, and just the over-all regressive awfulness that’s been associated with the empire Vince McMahon built. However as I’m not an expert in the field, I’m going to kick my soapbox to the side and let you guys form your own opinions of the franchise/network that is Wrestling Entertainment. I’m just here to say that once that Royal Rumble match started, my ass was glued to that couch for fifty-seven solid minutes. Guys, I had to pee. I wanted that hot Kashi when I sat down but once the match set in and that buzzer started sounding I was hooked like an addict. 

It was more than just the lure of landing a possible crossover Superstar like Ronda Rousey, although yes that was a major pull. The thing that had me transfixed was the women duking it out on screen. They looked real. There was diversity in their style, shapes, sizes, personalities, presence, moves, motivation, and attitudes. They were kicking eachothers asses, but that wasn’t the thing that was surprising me. What really got me giddy was hearing the announcers commenting on their individual training, hobbies, stats, and accomplishments as wrestlers and people. It felt like I was watching the cast of GLOW acting out a live in ring performance, as if the Royal Rumble had somehow morphed into a real life extension of my favorite Netflix show. Y’all before I get on my feminist soapbox here, which yes admittedly I’m already standing on, can I just say one word that might make everyone understand where I’m coming from? Here goes,

Divas.

Jesus, without going into the full history let me just say that the WWE’s decision to evolve what was referred to as the Divas Division into the WWE Women’s Championship, thus rebranding “Divas” as “Women Superstars/ Superstars” is phenomenal. I mean, is the term “Superstar” phenomenal? No not really, it’s super corny. But that’s what they call the guys, so at least it’s equal. That’s what I dig. Equality. Equal playing ground for badass, ripped AF, war-painted, teeth baring, rage-fueled, gladiatrices who don’t give a fuck about spray tans. That’s what I mostly saw, and loved on my TV screen two nights ago.

I thought I had had my fill. My just desserts. I was nibbling on a secret stash of maple fudge couch-side at this point to celebrate. I thought it was all over. I got up, went into the kitchen, searched the freezer, only to figure out that I was totally out of Kashi Chimichurri Quinoa (BUMMER), and was about to ransack the cupboards when I heard Craig yell, “ABB GET IN HERE SOMETHING’S HAPPENING!”

So I ran. As I was crossing over from kitchen to living room I heard it. “I don’t give a damn ‘bout my reputation…” I was air guitaring now. “Never been afraid of any deviation” full on running in place. “A girl can do what she wants to do and that’s what I’m gonna do,” at this point I did my famous mid-air spin kick and which shook our living room furniture so hard that Craig yelled at me and told me I needed to calm down. “An’ I don’t give a damn ‘bout my bad reputation!”

No. No. No. No. FUCK ME!

Dude. Y’all. Guys. I LOVE RONDA ROUSEY. I’M IN LOVE WITH RONDA ROUSEY AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT.

Seriously though folks, I nearly collapsed from exhaustion after running/dancing/karate-chopping my couch and cats in excitement over this empowering series of events. First off, we have this whimsical beast named Asuka win the whole thing, we all think it’s over, then wham-bam-thank-you-MISTRESS we get a surprise pop-in from the Queen Boss herself, former everything weight champion, Ronda Rousey. I ran in place for the entire segment. I shook the furniture. I ignored Craig’s pleading. Naturally I spent the following morning reading the entire Rousey wikipedia and her full Reddit AMA. Naturally I am obsessed, inspired, and stoked that my interest in a fandom that I’ve been hot and cold is officially rekindled. Oh it’s more than just rekindled- it’s ON FIRE!

I was on the WWE website looking up tour dates first thing this morning. I ordered an officially licensed “Hot Ronda” ladies tee shirt off the WWE website.You can check my search history. Wait. No, don’t check my search history (at least give me like five seconds before you check it). I considered watching The Expendable 3 and Furious 7. Seven. Just to catch a glimpse of my muscle-bound muse. I already mentioned my soap box earlier, so I’m not gonna spend any more time than I need to up here. I do need to say though, that after reading up on Ronda Rousey’s life it’s safe to say that she’s tough as nails and authentic as fuck. She’s lived through shit, pushed past difficulty, and carved a place for herself in the universe with her own two, very powerful hands. She’s also beautiful and I want to smell her hair. In a respectful way.

Thinking about Ronda Rousey, reading about Ronda Rousey, and getting jazzed on life in general as a result is what got my ass up off the couch today. Sometimes I think about the main girl from the third Child’s Play movie doing push ups during that military camp scene when I need yoga motivation, today it was pure Women’s Division. Pure Rousey. I’m glad I got out there and hit the pavement today. I’m glad Ronda’s back and I’m beyond ecstatic to see where this new era of women’s professional wrestling entertainment will lead. Wait, we haven’t even talked about the fact that there’s an actual steampunk women’s wrestler currently on the roster. Her name is Becky Lynch, she travels through time, I just checked. While checking, I noted that the term “diva” was still in use on the official WWE website. Guys, I realize that not everything can or will change all at once. I’m just grateful that we’re moving full speed ahead and with Ronda Rousey on our side.

[all-sortsa-stuff]

A new start, part 9

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 3425

Warning: Language and some fluff

 Part 1 part 2  part 3  part 4 part 5  part 6  part 7 part 8

 It was inevitable that your family would love Chris.  The rest of your time in Tennessee consisted of several more dinners with your parents. Jake and Chris had gone out one night for beers during the time as well.  Jake said it was to save Chris from the whole family but you knew it was for Jake to grill him about his intentions towards you.  While you thought the gesture was sweet, it was also somewhat annoying that your brother wanted to meddle in your relationship. They came home laughing, easing the dread you felt in your heart.  Chris said they had a great time and how much alike Jake and you really were.  You would never admit it to your brother but you loved it that he was getting along with Chris.  Jake’s approval meant a great deal to you.  It would hurt if he did not agree with your relationship. Now it did not matter, as he loved Chris almost as much as you did.

Oh, shit… Love Chris.  You leaned against the fence of the front paddock as you watched your dad work with Apple.  She was not rideable yet and needed a lot of work to get used to having a saddle on. Chris had taken a call from his agent, so here you stood coming to the realization that you were absolutely in love with him.  It should not have been a new thought.  You had been together now a month and a half and it should have been something you had been thinking about.  But no, your addled mind and heart had just been enjoying every moment with him.  Your heart started to beat quickly in your chest as you leaned your head against the board of the fence.  Was it too soon?  It had not been long since… No this was different, so much different. Chris is different.  He is a great guy who cares about you.  

Trying to calm the beating of your heart and your irregular breathing had distracted you enough that you did not hear your father put Apple back into her stall or walk up behind you. “You okay sugar?  You are lookin’ like you seen a ghost.”  His voice broke through the haze of your busy mind causing you to startle and your heart rate to speed further.

“Oh yeah Daddy, I’m fine. Just thinking.”  He gave you that “daddy” look.

“Anything you wanna share?” Shaking your head, you leaned your head back down onto the fence.

“You know it’s okay to love him baby girl.”  You did not look up at him.  Actually, you started to laugh.  It was not that full belly laughing from something funny.  The ironic laugh bordered on a whimper.  Of course, he knew what you were thinking.

“Dad how do you know me so well?”  He pulled you into his arms and wrapped them around you.

“I’m your Daddy.  I know the faces you make, I know when you worry. You are worrying about that boy. Which he is one thing in this world you don’t have to worry about.  He isn’t like the last one.  Jake and I already made sure of that.  So when you give yourself that chance you can love him with all your heart.”  He always had a way of easing your thoughts and fears.

“Dad you are the best, you know that?”

“Tell that to your Momma. Make sure she knows it too.”  Both of you laughed as he gave you one more good squeeze.  “Go spend some time with the boy.  Enjoy this time before y’all have to head back to work.”

You found Chris getting a couple drinks out of the fridge when you went back inside.  “Oh hey, you done out there?  I was about to see if you were thirsty.”  

Walking up to him you set the drinks on the counter before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him lovingly.  It lingered few moments before he pulled back with a grin to look at you.  “Wow, what was that for?”

“Just wanted to show you how happy I am to have you in my life.”  He looked down at you, running his thumb lightly over your cheek.  

“I am so glad I met you, that you let me be a part of your life.  You all right?”  Chris was perceptive just like your father.  You nodded as you stole another light kiss.

“I’m fine.  Just wanted to make sure you knew it.”

 The rest of your afternoon consisted of packing and cuddling on the couch with a pizza.  You refused one last family dinner before heading to Boston.  Spending time, just the two of you was the only thing you wanted right now.  Though it was difficult to not let those three little words slip out. You did not want to scare him so soon.  It was a relaxing night watching your favorite movies, the original Star Wars trilogy.  It made you smile that he enjoyed how much of a geek you truly were.  You fell asleep twenty minutes into Return of the Jedi. When you woke up in the morning, you were very warm as there was a male body wrapped around you, radiating a whole lot of heat.

It was probably some of the best sleep you had in a very long time being all warm curled up next to this beautiful man.  If you weren’t scared shitless at the moment you would probably would try to kiss him awake and drag him upstairs to your bed.  However, your bladder had a different idea and you found it rather difficult to extricate yourself from Chris’s arms.  As soon as you moved just a few inches, he stirred and pulled you closer. Damn man and that inhuman strength. You tried once again to no avail. Fine you would have to resort to drastic measures…

Using something he told you months ago against him, you started to tickle up his sides.  His body stirred and jerked slightly. As you waited to see if he moved, you tried pulling back again.  Nope… This time you tickled much longer than the first time causing him to wake and start to laugh.  Chris pushed your hands away giving you the time to jump off the couch.   “Oh thank God!”

“[Y/N] you suck!  I didn’t tell you how ticklish I am for you to actually tickle me!”  He yelled across the house laughing.  You could actually hear him from the bathroom.  He was all smiles by the time you returned.  

“Sorry but I had to pee! You would not let me go.  I was desperate.”  Chris pulled you down onto his lap when you had come within distance.

“Just remember babe, revenge is a bitch.” He leaned in nipping your neck causing you to squeal loudly and try to pull away.

“Noooo.  No no no.  We have to get ready to leave for the airport.  You can’t attack me now.”

He laughed with his face buried in your neck.  Rolling your underneath him on the couch he continued as did the laughs and squeals from you.  Someone knocked on the sliding glass door. Breaking the spell you were both under. Straightening your slept-in clothes, you went to find your brother standing there with both hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“I really did not need that sight stuck in my head.  I will have to stick hot pokers in my eyes now.”  Rolling your eyes you turned back into the house walking towards the kitchen. “Morning man.”  

Jake nodded towards Chris as he stood up from the couch following behind you.  “I was just checking if you needed anything before you leave.”

“Nope.  As soon as we pack up the truck we are headed out.”

“Okay good.  Just thought I’d ask before I head out to the back pasture.  I got to fix a few of the posts so I will be out most of the day.  Chris it was good to meet you, man.  Don’t let my bossy sister push you ‘round.”  Jake shook Chris’s hand as you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever Jake.  I will see you in a few months.”  Ignoring your foul expression, he moved over to hug you tight enough to make you gasp for breath.

“I will be watching you win from the comfort of my couch, Miss Fancy Pants.  Try not to fall on your face.  I won’t let you live it down for the rest of your life.”  Your brother always knew the way to make you smile even when you did not want to. Chris shook his head laughing.

“You two are me and my siblings to a ‘T’.”

 With a quick goodbye to your parents, you headed to the airport.  There was a short delay for a storm before you were able to take off. Before you knew it, you were walking into Chris’s house with a dog jumping on you.  His enthusiasm knocked you back into Chris.  “Dodger, down.  You can attack and kiss her once we are actually in the door.”  

He was not listening; he was far too excited to meet the new person and then jump all over Chris who he missed.  Chris’s parents had been watching Dodger this time while he had been filming.  Most of the time he brought him with him on location. After you were both, able to unload the bags into the bedrooms Dodger got all the attention he wanted from you. He was now laying on your lap with his belly up as you rubbed it.  Chris shook his head looking down at you and the dog.  “Dodger you stole my girl.  That’s my spot.”  The dog turned his head to look at Chris before yawning wide then going back to having his belly rubbed.  That was how the first week went.  Dodger did not leave your side while you were there.  You were happy to have the dog’s approval.  Though it made sleeping a little difficult.  He wanted to be up on the bed with you for a little while then would jump off and go to Chris’s room for a little while then come back again.

Meeting Chris’s family the third day for Sunday dinner had been an event.  His parents, his sisters and brother were all there.  The family was all very happy to meet the girl Chris had been talking about for months.  It had been a wonderful meeting and you found that he joked and teased his siblings almost as much as Jake teased you.  Chris’s mom, Lisa, had sat down beside you moving Chris out of the way to talk to you.  She was so sweet asking about your family and your house in Tennessee.  Her excitement for the upcoming awards for you made you feel so welcome.  This was a family you could see yourself becoming a part of.  At that thought, you almost slapped yourself.  You could not get ahead of yourself and the relationship. He did not know how you felt about him and you had not made love yet.  Therefore, the marriage idea probably should wait just a bit longer.

The second week of the Boston visit consisted of some sight-seeing, and a whole lot of reading scripts for both of you.  The television show you were doing a story arc for, had four scripts you needed to memorize.  While Chris had to make sure, he knew his lines for Captain America: Winter’s Soldier backwards and forwards.  Both of you were laying across from each other on his couch while Dodger slept upside down on the floor just below you.  Many pages and lots of food sat around the coffee table.  It was almost as it was a typical day at home.  Honestly, it felt right and it felt like you had been together for years.  Spending everyday together for almost a month, neither one of you had become sick of the other.  There had not been any fighting and all the families were happy.  How often did that really ever happen?  Maybe it was a sign that you were getting your new start.

 The trip to Los Angeles was a breeze.  Though it was also bittersweet.  You only had three more days left with Chris before you both had to part for your new projects.  He had barely let go of your hand the whole trip but you agreed that once you departed the plane that you would ride separately to the house.  Due to the vast amount of celebrities that were coming into town for the awards, the paparazzi was everywhere.  The flashes from the cameras were nearly blinding as you retrieved your luggage.  Some were asking if you were bringing anyone to the awards, others were telling you to turn to look at them.

You tried to be as nice as you could, smiling and deflecting the questions as you could.  Chris was somewhere in the airport.  There was no way you would try to text him right now to find out where.  Getting out of the airport unscathed was your primary target now.  Chris met you at his house not too long after you arrived.  He had given you his key and so you waited for him.  When he arrived, he looked exhausted.  “Those people at the airport are a bunch of vultures.  I didn’t think I was going to make it out alive.”

Laughing you hugged him close.  “Well we are here now.  We can sleep before the whirlwind of tomorrow.”

“Hey it’s all about you tomorrow.  I don’t have a worry in the world other than to make sure it’s a great day for you. Just tell me what I can do for you.”

“Show me where I can sleep and then I will worry about the rest tomorrow.”  Throwing his arm over your shoulder, he showed you to the guest room. You shook your head at him.  “No I want to sleep in your bed tonight.  I want to curl up with you tonight.”

Chris looked down at you in surprise.  “You sure? You don’t have to…”

“We aren’t doing anything more than sleeping tonight.  Got it?” He laughed as he led you towards his room.  Both of you fell asleep quickly from the sheer exhaustion of the day and slept better than you had in a while.  It was late morning by the time you were awoken with the smell of fresh coffee. He had gotten up to make you a cup and was waving it under your nose to see if you would actually respond.  It did not take long.  

“You seriously are the best, you know that?”

“I know.”  Chris kissed your forehead as you sat up, taking the cup from his hand.  “You ready for tonight?”

“No.  I am petrified of falling in front of millions of people.” The coffee was of course perfect. The warmth of it seeping through you and calming your nerves.

“Number one, I would never let you fall, ever.  Two, you have nothing to be scared of.  You are going to win and everyone is going to be cheering for you.  We will have a great time.  Okay?”  You nodded like a good little child but those fears were still there in the forefront of your mind.

Your designer friend, Mijael, showed up an hour after you got a shower with his entourage of makeup, hair and his assistant.  All prepared to ensure no one would ever forget your name.  The living room was turned into your personal area as you were prepped for the night.  Chris took pictures of you with your hair in curlers and one of the girls painting your toenails, sending it to your brother for him to show your parents.  Chris and Jake had been texting back and forth since you left Tennessee.  They had been joking about you and were fast becoming friends.  That could be a dangerous thing.

You were sure that Chris had to be bored to tears but he sat watching you the entire time as you were brushed, buffed and polished.  Thank God, he did because he kept you sane while Mijael worked his magic.  Mijael sent Chris up to get dressed in his tuxedo as the girls brought you to the spare bedroom to get you into your dress. That was adventure in and of itself. After you slipped on the special new lingerie you bought to wear underneath they helped you slip into the mess of blue and black material.  Once it was settled in place and zipped up, it was hard to believe you were looking at yourself.  

Mijael wanted “dramatic” and boy did he deliver.  Your lips were a blood red with a light tinge of color on your cheeks.  The dramatic dark smoky color around your [Y/E/C] eyes, made them pop brightly.  The style of your hair was pulled back in a twist on the back of your head with part left loose to wave on the right side.  The dress made your jaw drop.  It was midnight blue and black with one strap that wrapped around your right shoulder. The colors swirled around together and were almost iridescent.  The skirt billowed out slightly and had a modest train behind you, with a sweetheart neckline and a low back.  It was gorgeous and that wonderful man made it comfortable.  You would be able to walk and sit in it without an issue.  Everyone wanted to get the effect of you walking down the stairs to meet Chris at the bottom.  Mijael was taking a video of it as you descended the stairs.  Chris’s eyes went wide as you smiled down at him.  The whole effect of the hair, makeup and dress stunned him into silence.

Once you met him at the bottom of the stairs, you slipped your hand into his.  He looked sexy as hell in his tuxedo, but you knew he would. “You ready for this handsome?”

“[Y/N]… I don’t even know… just holy shit… I… fuck you look gorgeous.”  Everyone laughed as he stumbled over the words. He was afraid to touch you and ruin something but you grabbed him and kissed him hard.  The lipstick you wore was not coming off so you did not have to worry about it smearing all over him or wearing off throughout the night.  Chris seemed to like that idea very much as he stole another kiss as he pulled you close.  Mijael took several more pictures for you on both of your phones so you could send them to all the parents and siblings.  Then he ushered you towards the awaiting limo.  With your purse full of snacks and tickets, you were off to one of the biggest nights of your life.

There were hundreds of people line up along the roads and the red carpet into the building.  The screams of all the fans could probably be heard blocks away.  As the limo pulled up to the front of the theater and the red carpet, you had to take a few deep breaths to ease the butterflies.  Your heart was racing with excitement and anxiety together.  Chris squeezed your hand as he whispered in your ear. “You got this baby.  Everyone is here to see you.  Show them how you shine.”

With a gentle kiss, you nodded letting him know you were ready.  The driver opened the door allowing Chris to step out first.  The crowd screamed louder as the saw him.  He held his hand out to you giving you a chance to take it so you could stand.  As you stood and took a step into view the screams reached a new height.  You were not sure if it was because of you or if it was that everyone saw you had come with Chris.  If not both a little of both.  So many flashes going off from the crowd and the media close by.  People shouting your name to come talk to them. You felt another squeeze of your hand as Chris helped you step further onto the carpet.  Everyone noticing you were holding hands only made it worse. Waving to the crowd with a grin, in your mind wondering how you were going to make it to the end of the night.

“Just breathe, just breathe.” You whispered to yourself. With that, you step towards the first reporter in the long gauntlet of the red carpet.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N]!  You look amazing.  Who is your designer?”

Part 10 

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Whole New World

Sam x Reader

Request: Um a topic you can write is The reader is way shorter then Sam but then while hunting a witch their bodies get switched, and Dean can’t help but laugh at how they struggle with their newfound height, or lack there of.

WARNINGS: Bit of Language. Some teasing. Blacking out?

A/N: This is another oldie that I am revisiting as a part of my Redo Rally. 

The last thing you remembered were some muffled latin phrases and a hideous laugh as the with disappeared, then everything went black. 

                                                         * * * “SAMMY!… Y/N!” you could hear Dean shouting somewhere near you. Opening your eyes and blink the blurriness away, you were hit with utter confusion…. Dean leaned over what was most definitely your body. Your mind immediately starts trying to process the sight. You must be having one of those ‘out of body experiences’ that people talk about. Yes that’s it. that’s whats happening. You sat up to attempt a better view and Dean turned around. “SAMMY!” he said moving towards you. You looked behind you  thinking that Sam was surely somewhere in the same direction as you. Just then you felt Dean grab your arm. “Sammy… Sammy. You ok? " Frantically looking around and realizing your proportions are way off. "Dude youre acting really weird. What did that bitch do!”

“Dean? Y/N?” You were hearing your own voice. This is weird. You made eye contact with yourself. immediately both of you guys’ eyes widen. “SHIT!” You say realizing what had happened. 

Dean still looked vaguely confused, then it hit him and he started to chuckle “W-wait a minute… You two switched bodies?” Now he was full blown laughing. 

Damn even in your body Sam could give an expert bitch face. “Shut up Dean. Lets just get out of here and figure out how to undo this.” 

As you started towards the Impala Sam was falling behind and you and Dean kept looking over your shoulders at him. It was kind of amusing at his attempt to walk in your body, although you were probably a sight too, trying to manage a body almost twice your size. “God, how do you keep up with us with these little legs. guys I can only walk so fast” 

“welcome to my world Sam” you laughed. Your ride on your high horse was cut short when you couldn't figure out how to fold this ginormous body up into the Impala. Eventually, you thought you'd had it, only to find out the hard way you didn't. "Goddammit!" You muttered, hitting both your head and your leg simultaneously. "I'm sorry, you were saying, Y/N." Sam said between laughing fits. "Oh shut the hell up!"                                                         * * * The next couple of days were filled with many long hours looking for a cure,  many frustrations, and a whole lot of cursing as well as laughter from a very amused Dean. 

“Dammit!” Sam shouted followed by an exasperated sigh. he pulled out a chair and climbed up on it trying to reach a book in the bunker’s library. “Stop laughing Dean!” 

“Bitch” “Jerk”

Meanwhile you were actually enjoying the advantages of being able to reach things. The three of you sat at the table searching through every book possible. You were  midsentence in one of those books when you heard grunting “Ugh I can’t reach anything” you looked up to be met with the sight of Sam practically climbing on the table to reach another book. At this point you were sure Dean was going to pee his pants he was laughing so hard. 

The whole time this had been going on, Dean had been getting a kick out of teasing Sam. He always had a new nickname to call him by such as 'shorty' and 'short stack’. he was constantly taking Sam’s stuff and holding it out of reach. 

You would walk by and tell him to stop saying “its not nice to tease people about things they cant control” 

“But this is the only time I can do this kind of stuff. This is the first time in like forever that I’ve been taller than Sammy” 

                                                   *  *  * Everything started to get blurry again and then went black. When you opened your eyes you realized you were in a completely different part of the bunker than when you blacked out. Looking around in confusion you wandered out into the hallway and ran smack into Dean’s chest. "Hell yes! woo im back baby! You did a celebratory dance down the hallway and saw Sam waking up. “Its over Sam! were back!” You hugged his neck.

Dean just rolled his eyes as he walked away “Well the fun’s over for me”

“Jerk” You and Sam sad in unison. 

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one-year anniversary countdowns: our favorite of each other’s scenarios/headcanons

may’s favorites of rachel lauren’s

10. Helping s/o on her period (with Oikawa) - (this is very relevant at this moment tbh) and i am weak for guys who would take care of their girls on their periods (because i want one of my own huhu). i’ve told y’all oikawa isn’t my favorite character, but i just think he’s adorable in this 9. High-Heeled s/o (with Hinata, Iwaizumi, and Bokuto) - as a tol girl who loves wearing heels, i love this. very much so. and i am also a sucker for being lifted up and spun around (even if it hasn’t happened yet lol. i think i actually have a fear of being carried because the last time someone carried me i screamed. loudly. in public. but it can’t hurt to imagine!) 8. Babysitting for Oikawa - THIS IS ADORABLE. ‘NUFF SAID. OIKAWA JUST BEING A GOOD DAD. ANNIVERSARY. IWA-CHAN COMPLAINING ABOUT OIKAWA SPOILING HIS SON--IT’S JUST TOO CUTE OKAY 7. Victory Sex (NSFW, with Ushijima) - my reasoning, explained in one gif:

6. Chubby s/o (with Tsukishima) - tsukki growing up and being conscious of what he says about people is. my. jam. (and lbh i love every scenario where  end up with tsukishima lololol) 5. "You’re in the science teacher clique and I hang with the English teachers. I’d say our love is like Romeo and Juliet but I don’t think you’d like that much" (with Tsukishima) - I. LOVE. THIS. SO MUCH. YOU DONT EVEN KNOW. THE BANTER, THE SIDE GLANCES FROM THE OTHER TEACHERS, THE ACTUAL, SPOT-ON INSERTION OF R&J ALLUSIONS. BRUH. B R U H! !! !! as an english lit major, this really did it for me tbh 4. Morning Cuddles and Kisses (with Ushijima) - soft toshi. just. soft toshi and early mornings and uuuuuugggggghhghghghgh thE FLUFF. I HAVE NO WORDS TO EXPLAIN JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS 3. Lazy Morning (with Asahi) - lazy mornings are my weakness. i too wish to have a lazy morning with volleyball jesus (throw in some hanky panky after breakfast too and you have me sold) just. damn it, this one is great, guys, just trust me 2. Year One (with Kuroo) - FLUFF. BANTER. KUROO BEING A HUGE DORK. ME BEING A DORK WITH HIM IM. THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER I SHIT U ALL NOT. i was smiling as i read the whole thing and huhuhuuu smol kai and yaku and kuroo fighting over the littlest things i----*screams* 1. Rough Day (with Ukai) - (non verbatim) “would it be childish if i asked you to call someone and tell them to pee their pants?” is seriously the funniest line i’ve ever read, ever. i really love how you write Ukai (especially the pick-up line one, which is an honorable mention lol) it really is something else when you write for your muse--the words just flow so well that i got lost and immersed in the short time i was reading the fic

rachel lauren’s favorites of may’s

10. Silly but cute AU prompts: #1 - rival superheroes who are trying to protect the same small city (Kuroo, Tsukishima) - this one wasn’t a request we got but i still loved it anyway. the idea of “rival superheroes” seems so silly already to me anyway (same cause, why rivals?) and with these two? witty banter galore. 9. Decorating the Baby’s Room (Oikawa) - may is one of the best fluff writers i know so i knew this one was going to be right up her alley when we were calling dibs on which scenarios we wanted to write. i feel like she captures the fun (or funny) side of oikawa well 8. Silly but cute AU prompts: person A who sits in the back of every staff meeting and makes snarky comments under their breath about everyone the whole time and person B who arrived late and sat next to them and can barely hold in their laughter (Kuroo, Tsukishima) - did you mean me every meeting at work? when i read reader-inserts, i tend to remove myself from reality for a little bit because i know the reader isn’t always going to be characterized exactly like me because that’d be impossible. except may went ahead and wrote me into these whether she realized it or not 7.  Library notes (Akaashi, Yamaguchi) - this was my undergrad meet-cute fantasy turned real, or as real as reader-insert fanfiction. speaking from experience, i know it can be difficult to characterize akaashi sometimes because we don’t have a ton canon-wise to work with (thank you fanfic writers everywhere for filling that void) so i was definitely impressed with akaashi here. think it’d be neat if may wrote a part 2 to these with akaashi and yamaguchi leaving notes for the reader. 6. Victory Sex (NSFW) (Oikawa, Suga- see below 5. Pain Relief (NSFW) (Oikawa) - i really don’t have a lot to say about these other than they’re hot. may used the gif i wanted to use already so please see the above gif for my feelings on these 4. Silly but cute AU prompts: posted a joke ad in the classifieds but someone actually responded (Tendou) - this was my first introduction to may’s writing, so of course it already holds a special place in my heart. thanks to this piece, may solidified herself as my top choice for a new admin when I was searching for one. it’s light, fluffy, positive and the perfect introduction to her work.  3. Stealing the Remote (Tanaka) - i love tanaka, and there’s not nearly enough stuff with him as there should be. that being said, this is cute as all heck. i also love the sibling interactions between saeko and ryuu. 2. New Girl (Ushijima) - i’ve been in such an ushijima mood lately, so this is right on-point. like i said before, i remove myself from realty with reader-inserts and allow myself to be a different person for the sake of the piece, but for this one, it felt like something i might actually do (except for the being short bit, but again, i usually don’t mind). 1. Hitman!Kuroo falling for his target’s daughter (Kuroo) - i think this is a good departure from most of the fluff we’ve been writing, and the tone is pitch perfect here. perhaps it’s because kuroo is may’s fave and our best work tends to go into the characters we like the most (no shame in that!). i’m so pumped for part 2 of this (i was busy all day yesterday and haven’t had the chance to read yet)

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- the admins

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Southern Slang Dictionary

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Southern Slang Dictionary

The Southern Slang Dictionary will help you avoid confusion if you are planning to visit the South. These are some of them most common (and not so common) Southern slang terms heard in Arkansas. After you’re done, brush up on some Southern manners and learn how to pronounce these commonly mispronounced Arkansas names.

Ain’t

Pronunciation: ‘Ant Etymology: contraction of are not Date: 1778 1: am not : are not : is not 2: have not : has not 3: do not : does not : did not (used in some varieties of Black English)

Air-Up

Function: Verb To pressurize or inflate. Example: “Air-up your car tires before you go on a long trip.”

A larking

Function: Verbal phrase Originates from the word “lark” which means to engage in harmless fun or mischief. To go a larking means to play a prank or joke on someone.

All y’all

Etymology: Intensive form of y’all This usage states “you all” more emphatically. For example, saying “I know y’all,” would mean that one knows a group of people; saying, “I know all y’all” would mean that one knows the members of the group individually.

Arkansas toothpick

Function: Noun A large knife.

Arkansawyer, Arkansan, Arkie

Function: Adjective or noun 1: A resident or native of Arkansas. 2: Referring to a resident or native of Arkansas.  Residents who refer to themselves as Arkansawyers commonly proclaim, “There is no Kansas in Arkansas.” when you call them Arkansans.

Bowed Up

Function: Colloquialism Marked by impatience or ill humor.

Refers to the way a snake bows up his head before he strikes.

Bread Basket

Function: Colloquialism Stomach.

Cattywampus

Function: Adjective Askew. Example: The storm knocked the boat cattywampus and it started to take on water.

Chief Cook and Bottle Washer

Function: Colloquialism A person capable of doing many things.

Darn tootin’

Function: Colloquialism For sure. Correct. “You’re darn tootin’, that is oil.”

Egg on

Function: Verbal phrase To urge to do something. Example: “He only did it because the crowd egged him on.”

Figure

Function: Verb To calculate, consider, conclude or decide. Example: “He hadn’t figured on winning the lottery.”

Fit As A Fiddle

Function: Colloquialism In good shape, healthy.

Fit to be tied

Function: Colloquialism Angry.

Fixin’

Function: Verb To get set: be on the verge Example: We’re fixin’ to leave soon. Function: Noun Customary accompaniments. Example: We had a turkey dinner with all the fixins.

Frog Gig

Function: Noun A pole used to spear frogs for cooking. Function: Verb The act of hunting frogs for meat. Often called “frog gigging.”

Goobers

Function: Noun Peanuts.

Grab A Root

Function: Colloquialism Have dinner. “Root” refers to potatoes.

Grits (Hominy Grits)

Function: Noun Hominy or plain corn that’s been ground until it has the consistency of coarse sand. It’s used as a side dish, a breakfast cereal, or as an ingredient in baked goods.

Hankering

Etymology: probably from Flemish hankeren, frequentative of hangen to hang; akin to Old English hangian Function: Noun A strong or persistent desire or yearning often used with for or after.

 Example: I have a hankering for fried okra. I’ve really been craving it.”

Heap

Function: Noun A large quantity. Example: Billy got into a heap of trouble when he stole his dad’s car.

Hear tell

Function: Verbal phrase A form of “hear it told.” Often conveys that the information was passed second hand. Example: “I hear tell that the new mini-mall is going up next month.”

Hoecake

Pronunciation: ‘hO-“kAk Function: Noun Date: 1745 A small cake made of cornmeal.

Hominy

Pronunciation: ‘hä-m&-nE Function: Noun Etymology: Virginia Algonquian -homen, literally, that treated (in the way specified) Date: 1629 Kernels of corn that have been soaked in a caustic solution (as of lye) and then washed to remove the hulls.

Horse sense

Function: Colloquialism Smart. Example: She has horse sense. She’ll make it in business.

Howdy

Pronunciation: ‘hau-dE Function: Interjection Etymology: alteration of how do ye Date: 1712 Used to express greeting.

Hush puppies

Function: Noun A Southern food made with cornmeal. They are small, round balls of cornbread and spices that are deep fried and often served with fish. These were originally fed to dogs to quiet their begging at the table.

Hunkey Dorey

Function: Adjective Everything is great.

June bug

Function: Noun Date: 1829 Any of numerous rather large leaf-eating scarab beetles (subfamily Melolonthinae) that fly chiefly in late spring and have larvae that are white grubs which live in soil and feed chiefly on the roots of grasses and other plants. Also called june beetles.

Laying out [all night]

Function: Verbal phrase Staying out all night, often drinking of doing something illicit. Example: “I was laying out at the bar last night so I had a hangover.”

Lazy man’s load

Function: Colloquialism A lazy man’s load is an unmanageably large load carried to avoid making more than one trip. This colloquial phrase is often used to indicate that someone is too lazy to think properly. Example: ‘Sam took a lazy man’s load of groceries out of the car and ended up spilling them all over the sidewalk.”

Lickety split

Function: Colloquialism Very quick.

Like to

Function: Adverbial phrase Almost. Example: “I like to pee my pants when that car hit me.”

Nearabout

Function: Adverb Almost. Example: “I nearabout ran over that squirrel in the road.”

No ‘count

Function: Contraction Of no account; good for nothing.

Nuss

Function: Verb To nurse. Example: “She nussed the sick dog to bring it back to health.”

Okie or Sooner

Function: Noun A resident or native of Oklahoma.

Okra

Function: Noun A green, cylindrical vegetable that is often fried in the South.

Ornery

Pronunciation: ‘or-n&-rE, ‘är-; ‘orn-rE, ‘ärn- Function: Adjective Inflected Form(s): or·neri·er; -est Etymology: alteration of ordinary Date: 1816 Having an irritable disposition.

Out of kilter

Function: Colloquialism Not right. Out of sorts. Example: John was out of kilter for a while when he was relocated to New York.”

Pack or Tote

Function: Verb To carry.

Particular

Function: Adjective Concerned over or attentive to details: meticulous.

People

Function: Noun Relatives, kinfolk. Example: “Shelly went to see her people on vacation.”

Piddlin’

Function: Adjective Small or inferior. Example: “His work only gave him a piddlin’ 1% raise. Function: Adverb Poorly. Example: “She felt piddlin’ so she didn’t go to school.” Function: Verb To waste time. Example: He spent all his time piddlin’ and never got anything done.”

Poke, Pokeweed, Poke Salad

Function: Noun A type of salad often eaten in the South. Pokeweed can be toxic if not chosen and prepared properly.

Possum Pie

Function: Noun A meat pie made from possum. This is not actually eaten in Arkansas!

Purdy

Function: Adjective Pretty.

Rag-baby

Function: Noun A doll.

Reckon

Function: Verb Etymology: Middle English rekenen, from Old English -recenian (as in gerecenian to narrate, akin to Old English reccan Date: 13th century 1: Count Example: To reckon the days till Christmas 2: to regard or think of as : Consider 3: Think, suppose Example: “I reckon I’ve outlived my time — Ellen Glasgow”

Redneck Caviar

Function: Noun Potted meat.

Right

Function: Adjective Very. Example: “You’re right near the street you want to be on.”

Rile

Function: Transitive verb Inflected Form(s): riled; ril·ing Etymology: var. of roil Date: 1825 To make agitated and angry : Upset

Ruther

Function: Verb Form of rather.

Scarce As Hen’s Teeth

Function: Colloquialism Rare or scarce.

Sho ‘Nuff

Function: Contraction Sure enough.

Show

Function: Noun A movie.

Shuck

Function: Verb To remove the outer covering of a nut, corn or shellfish.

Skedaddle

Function: Verb Run, scatter.

Slap your pappy

Function: Colloquialism To pat your stomach.

Snug As A Bug

Function: Colloquialism Comfortable, cozy.

Tarnation

Function: Noun Etymology: alteration of darnation, euphemism for damnation Date: 1790 Used to indicate surprise, shock, displeasure, or censure.

Tarred and Feathered

Refers to the practice of tarring and feathering people who committed small crimes such as distilling in colonial America (and in England). Today, it is often used to denote great suprise. Example: “I’ll be tarred and feathered, that dog just flew!”

That dog won’t hunt

Function: Colloquialism The idea or argument won’t work.

Tore up

Function: Adjectival phrase 1: Broken. 2: Upset. Example: He was tore about wrecking his new Corvette. Tote Pronunciation: ‘tOt Function: Transitive verb Inflected Form(s): tot·ed; tot·ing Etymology: perhaps from an English-based creole; akin to Gullah & Krio tot to carry Date: 1677 To carry by hand : bear on the person

Trotline

Function: Noun A long line on which short lines are attached, each with a hook, for catching catfish. Some times mispronounced as trout line.

Tump

Function: Verb Etymology: perhaps akin to British dialect tumpoke to fall head over heels Date: 1967 To tip or turn over especially accidentally.

Uppity

Function: Adjective Conceited.

Varmint

Function: Noun Etymology: alteration of vermin Date: 1539 An animal considered a pest; specifically : one classed as vermin and unprotected by game law.

Walking on a slant

Function: Colloquialism Drunk.

War between the States; War for Southern Independence; War of Northern Aggression

Function: Noun The Civil War

Washateria

Variant(s): also wash·e·te·ria /wä-sh&-‘tir-E-&, wo- Function: Noun Etymology: wash + -ateria or -eteria (as in cafeteria) Date: 1937 chiefly Southern : a self-service laundry

Whup or whoop

Pronunciation: ‘hüp, ‘hup, ‘hwüp, ‘hwup, ‘wüp, ‘wup Function: Verb Variant of “to whip”. To hit or spank.

Y’all

Pronunciation: ‘yol Function: Contraction Ye all or you all.

Yaller dog

Function: Colloquialism A coward.

Yankee

Function: Noun Someone from the North.

Yeens

Function: Contraction Ye ones. Example: “Yeens better go before you’re late.”

Yonder

Function: adverb Etymology: Middle English, from yond + -er (as in hither) Date: 14th century At or in that indicated more or less distant place usually within sight.

Your druthers is my ruthers

Function: Colloquialism “Your preferences are mine,” “We agree.”

[savannahsbpdadventures]

Y’all mind if I... piss on myself?

I had a pretty good day yesterday.

I awoke at 10 AM after having Internet access all night, thanks to Nana getting drunk off her ass before going to bed and forgetting to shut it off. I could accomplish so much with the Internet on and her not bothering me after 7 PM, when she went to bed.

Mom picked us up at about 11 and we went to go get Cuban sandwiches from an amazing place downtown near the hair salon.

The whole time, my mother and I rolled our eyes at each other whenever Nana did something stupid, or did any typical old people things. My mother and I get along great whenever Nana is around. I guess you could even consider it bonding. If there’s one thing we share, we’re both very annoyed by Nana almost all the time.

Like right now. I’m annoyed at her because she turned off the Internet. I could go into her room and turn it back on, but I’d rather just be mad at her. Especially since she’ll just turn it off again next time she goes in her room. You’re my worst enemy if you get between me and my Internet access. I’ll write about today for tomorrow’s post. But that’s probably going to be the main gist of tomorrow’s post if nothing more interesting happens.

Anyway, I get my hair cut for the first time since 2015. It’s now the shortest it’s been in a very long time. It’s a little shorter than shoulder length, which is a big difference from my usual look, where it’s down to my boobs.

I feel like this new haircut is the first step towards looking better. Even though it can make me look like I’m eight-years-old at times, I can upgrade my makeup and wardrobe so I look like I’m mature. Fashion Nova will help with that. Plus, if I dye my hair the galactic colors I want to dye it, I won’t look eight. Eight-year-olds don’t have dyed hair, that’s why.

After the haircut, we head back to Nana’s place, and I stay for a little bit before I catch the bus to meet my best friend, Paul.

Just to clarify, I have different categories of best friends. There’s my long-distance best friend, Michael, who lives far away for school, but usually lives in my city. Then there’s my high school best friends, Ava and Vanessa. But my all around best friend is Paul.

I met Paul on Facebook. Like me, he also suffers from BPD, and that created an instant bond between us. He is twenty-years-old and lives with his mother and brother. He’s also a trans boy, but his mother always misgenders him and dead names him purposefully, which bothers me. We decided to meet in person for the first time last Saturday. I met him and his mother at the Wendy’s near my place, and I bought lunch for us. After that, his mom drove us to Nana’s condo, where we stayed in my room, because Nana was trying to force him to play the electric piano we have. She also tried feeding him expired food. Nana doesn’t know to check the expiration dates on food anymore, so I have to inspect the fridge every once in a while, to make sure all the foods that went bad are taken out.

This time, we decided to meet at the Dunkin’ Donuts near his place, so we could avoid that whole mess of Nana’s memory loss. Also, so we could get cheap coffee drinks.

This was my first time using the bus to get anywhere from Nana’s place. I’d have her drive me everywhere if she could, but my mother took away her keys so she can’t drive. So, I just use my old student ID to get free bus rides. I’m going to have a hard time getting around once that thing expires. Until then, I have this whole summer to use it. Maybe even the rest of the year.

To get from one place to another using the public transit system, I must put in a lot of effort. My first step is to leave the condo parking lot and stop at the light right outside. The street the condo is on is very wide and busy, and there is no sidewalk on my side of the road for about half a mile. I look both ways and run to the median, where I look both ways again and run to the sidewalk. For half a mile, I walk down the sidewalk, and then I cross the street where the sidewalk begins on the other side of the road. Then I walk another half mile to get to the bus stop. I was supposed to get to the bus stop at about 3:30, but I took 20 minutes longer than I should have, since I am very out of shape. Plus, the buses are always too early, so I missed my bus.

I read an article that says that our general metro area has the worst public transit in the country. We spend far less than many other metro areas of the same size, we’ve made numerous plans to close the gap between us and other metro areas, and we’ve scrapped them all. Thankfully, I only ride the bus to meet friends and not to get to work.

I left at about 4:08, which is eight minutes after I told Paul I’d meet him at Dunkin’. If there’s one thing the county transit system does right, it’s putting wireless Internet on all of their buses. I Facebook messaged him and told him I was going to be running late, which he said was okay.

The reason we chose to meet at Dunkin’ is because he told me there were ninety-nine cent iced coffees there between 3-6 pm. But unfortunately, that was an old announcement, and there were only full priced iced coffees. I had just gotten my allowance the previous day, though, so it didn’t really matter much to me that it was a couple of dollars more. We bought two large iced coffees, and with the receipt, a survey was included that gave us a code for a free donut with the purchase of a medium or large drink. So I filled out the survey, and we bought some large iced teas and a donut.

I love buying things for friends. Luckily I still had about eleven dollars left, so I put that in savings. Soon enough, I’ll have lots of money, and I’ll be able to buy that makeup I want.

I made him a workbook based on all the things my psychologist has been teaching me, since his family can’t afford to send him to therapy. It’s only fair to share with him. Sharing is caring after all.

At about 6:50 I bid Paul adieu and made the mistake of not using the bathroom before I left to catch the bus. All through the ride, I felt the urge to pee get more intense by the minute, and it didn’t help that my mother was sending me water droplet emojis.

Before we got back to the condo, we made a fifteen-minute stop at a hospital, and I had to pee so bad that I just decided to leave the bus and use the bathroom, hoping the bus would still be there upon my return.

It was a long and laborious walk to the women’s restroom. I could only take a few steps at a time before I had to cross my legs so Niagara Falls didn’t spill out of me. A few feet away from the restroom door and that unfortunately started to happen. Time was of the essence at this point, and if I didn’t get to the stall quickly, I probably wouldn’t have had anything left to put in the toilet. I broke into a sprint and wasn’t even able to pull my pants down all the way before the floodgates opened completely.

I walked back onto the bus almost in tears because of the big wet spot on the back of my pants. Everyone who saw that must have known what had happened.

The bus made a stop close enough to the condo, and I decided to make my leave. I walked the mile trek back to the condo, and just decided to go straight to my room.

A BPD thought I had today was that I am too fat for anyone to find me attractive. I corrected it by saying, “There are plenty of fat women who look awesome in clothes, and I could too!”

Those are my thoughts today. Talk to you all tomorrow!