#i remember him being super focused on getting all the babies in the new tank before he had to go to work

[enby-catgirl]

when i was like 8 we got two guppies for the daycare and one started looking really chubby and a day later we had over ten baby guppies and we had to get another tank because there were so many and we didn't want the adults to eat the babies

[cupoftaae]

can u do something cute like reader has their wisdom teeth taken out and is all loopy and fluffy while tae takes care of them? :)

Hello! this is super cute thank u anon !!

Also, ive recieved some other asks and I will definitely start writing and posting them tomorrow!! thank you all for sending, I love your ideas.

Ice cream- kth drabble.

warnings-mentions of blood.

Taehyung stood over the small fish tank which resided in the waiting room of the dentists office. You had gone in a few hours earlier for the removal of your wisdom teeth, something you tried multiple times to get out of.

"arent you a little old to be at the childrens dentist?" Taehyung turns his head to see a smug looking 13 year old with crossed arms. He raised his eyebrows, suprised.

to be fair, 1, he was here for you, and 2, yeah...you were too old to be coming to the pediatrics center. He told you so many times to switch to his dentist but you refused, he just assumed they would drop you as a patient eventually considering you are now in your mid 20's.

"is Kim Taehyung here?" an older lady stepped out from behind the front desk to call him, grabbing his attention as he turned away from the weird child.

"thats me" he raised his hand

"great! Y/N is all set, she is just waking up now" the woman spoke, allowing him to follow behind her down the hallway which was filled with children's drawings and stickers. he smiled to himself before being directed into a room with another assistant.

he couldn't hold back his laughs when he saw you, now sitting up, in a reclined seat. "hi sweetheart, you did it!" he cheered, coming over and brushing your hair out of your face, noticing the puffiness of your cheeks and jaw.

your eyes scanned over him momentarily before widening them, suddenly remembering who he was. "tae!" you sat up more, "look what they did to me!" you mumbled before you reached into your mouth, pulling out a blood soaked wad of cotton.

"woah, no, no baby, leave that in there, ok?" taehyung panicked, turning to the nurse as she prepped a new cotton pad to place against your gums.

"did you see it?" you murmured, words hard to make out.

"yes, I did. how dare they." he shook his head and returned his seat next to you once the nurse finished, handing him your discharge papers to sign so he could take you home.

"can we leave, jesus christ, they are gonna kill me" the younger nurse laughed at your words, taking back the paper work from tae.

"baby no ones gonna kill you, ok? I love you, im proud of you" he beamed, scanning your eyes. "youre kinda cute" you smile, completely ignoring him and focusing on his hair and face. "gimme a kiss" you whined.

he leaned to kiss your forehead, "cmon lets go home and have ice cream, yeah?"

"ice cream?" you whipped your head around

"mhm"

you started to tear up, cupping his face as he laughed. "baby why the tears?"

"because, I love ice cream and I love you" you cried

Tae chuckled and stood up, holding your hand.

"dont laugh at me, youre just like them" you said, pointing at the 'evil' nurses to the side.

"they are very nice people, sweetheart, they helped get rid of your yucky teeth" he spoke softly as he helped you into a wheel chair.

"oh if you wanna defend them why dont you just marry them?" you mumble yelled in his face, making him shake his head and apologize to the nurse who found the situation hilarious.

"im already getting married to someone" he smiled

"who?" you gasped, seeming angry as he wheeled you out of the room.

"look at your hand, dummy"

you look down to see a ring on your finger, gasping once again

"what the fuck? we are getting married?!!" you shout, causing tae to panic and cover your mouth, "baby shhhh" he laughed once you reached the parking lot, helping you into the car.

you turned to the nurse who also had come out to help and pointed at tae, whispering loudly "im marrying him"

"oh he is a lucky man" the older lady laughed and took back the wheelchair once you were out and into the passenger seat.

once you were buckled, tae got in and began to drive home. you were restless and continued to whine. "hold the ice pack on your jaw, my love, it'll help" he looked over and moved your hand back up.

"It hurts" you pouted and tried (once again) to pull out the cotton.

"y/n stop, im serious. its there for a reason" taehyung struggled to keep you in his view of vision as he drove.

"you hate me!!!" you cried and turned your entire body to face the window, while he just simply looked at you with a blank expression.

"mkay" he spoke, turning his eyes back to the road. "no ice cream then i guess"

"youre turning against me" you spoke after a moment.

"baby, im trying to help you"

"you are turning against me. and then you will turn against Yeontan, and then your parents, and then when we have kids you will turn against them too and th-"

taehyung stopped at the red light and reached for your hand. "I know you are loopy as hell right now and dont even know whats happening but stop talking like that, I love you and your bloody mouth. now keep the cotton in there until we get home"

you glared at him and then stared out the window.

Of course this silent treatment ended the moment you were in bed and given a bowl with vanilla ice cream in it.

taehyung came back into the room to put a more firm pillow behind your head, as well as an extra blanket over your feet. He giggled and kissed your nose, stepping back to take a picture of you under the nest of sheets.

"you look like a little squirrel" he spoke, cupping your face.

"am i a cute squirrel?" you asked

"obviously" tae moved and sat next to you, kissing your cheek before resting his head on your shoulder. "is it good?"

"so good" you smiled weakly and grabbed a spoonful to feed to him, making him open his mouth and taste it. "thank you"

you both sat quietly as you watched tv before you suddenly spoke up.

"tae"

"hm?"

"dont ever make me go back to the dentist again" you threatened, pointing the spoon at him.

"okay, noted."

a/n- I had fun writing this

[thran-duils]

Lost In Zero Gravity (P.10)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Ten) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers.  Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 2,978 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior

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Daryl immediately went to the bedroom, calling out for Y/N. He did not find her in there or in the bathroom. He swore underneath his breath, taking his phone out of his pocket and dialed Steve.

Steve answered pissed off, “This better be fucking important, Daryl. I am not having a great day as you sure as hell know.”

Sighing, immediately hating the fact he had to be the one the news came from, he said, “Y/N’s gone.”

Steve’s tone immediately changed, “What do you mean gone?”

“She’s not here and neither is the cat I think because it hasn’t come out. Her key is here on the coffee table, the apartment wasn’t locked. And Terrence is here passed out drunk on the couch like a fucking idiot. Hold on.” He went to the closet and opened it, seeing a lot of clothes taken off the hangers. “Yeah, she definitely packed a bag. There’s a lot of clothes missing from her closet.” Steve was quiet on the other end of the phone and after a few moments, Daryl prodded, “Boss?”

“I don’t have the fucking time to deal with this shit!” Steve shouted, causing Daryl to pull the phone away from his ear. “How did she get past you?”

“I don’t know. She might have taken a back way since she did not have to worry about Terrence stopping her.”

“He—you said he’s drunk? In the apartment? On her couch?”

“Yeah, seems like it. There’s an alcohol bottle on the coffee table and a couple glasses. He’s passed out, still breathing though. I checked.”

Steve chuckled humorlessly, “This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it, Daryl?”

“I—”

“That was a rhetorical question, shut the fuck up,” Steve snapped. “Stay there. I’m going to call Tony.”

“You got it, boss. I’ll try to get Terrence up with somehow.”

<><><>

“So, just think about that,” Tony sneered at Alessia. Tears were pooling in her eyes as he continued staring at her. He shifted back after a few moments, giving her some breathing space.

“I don’t want you here!” she said, her voice shaking.

“That’s fine, I have another place. I’m sure you saw it earlier,” Tony said, brushing her off, which only served to make her more upset. “You can stay here – and not do anything rash like I just warned you not to because remember, you are not going to win that battle – and I’ll leave for a bit. Let you settle down.”

“You’re not going to gaslight me into not being angry, Tony!” Alessia told him tearfully. “You don’t get to treat your kids like you did and then expect me to not be angry—"

“Maybe you should have been smarter about how you fucking approached me!” Tony spat back at her, cutting her off. “I tried to be nice and apologize and you were not hearing it. So, done with the nice act. You threaten me, forgetting you have no leg to stand on outside of this house or marriage without me. And I’m not gaslighting you. I’m telling you what the situation is. Just because you don’t want to hear it doesn’t mean I’m wrong. You know I’m right.”

Alessia was quiet and he threw his hands out. “That’s what I thought. So, get it, whatever it is, out of your system. I’ll make it up to the kids with a trip that I promised Olivia just now when I was downstairs with her if you didn’t hear that, and everything will pan out and we’ll be honky-dory again before we know it.”

His phone rang, cutting into the conversation. He did not pull it out of his pocket, letting it continue to ring and go to voicemail as he moved to end their argument. “I’d give you a kiss goodbye, but I’m sure you’d slap me again.”

“You’re damn right,” Alessia snapped, wiping at her eyes.

Tony snickered at that and said, “Well, baby, I’ll check in in a day or so. See where we are at.”

He turned away from her and looked down at his phone seeing it was a missed call from Steve. Dreading the reaming that Steve was probably going to give him about how mad Cecile was, Tony sighed. Still, he pressed call back.

“Look, I know—” Tony started to say but Steve cut in as Tony started descending the floating staircase towards the ground floor of his mansion.

“We have a problem,” Steve snapped. “Y/N seems to have run for the hills.”

Tony stalled on the stairs and asked, “Excuse me?”

“Daryl found the apartment unlocked, cat’s gone, clothes are gone, key was left behind for the apartment, Terrence is fucking drunk and passed out on the couch – I would like more on that story as I’m sure you would as well – and she’s nowhere to be found. She somehow got around him.”

Tony bit his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from shouting because he spotted Olivia and Forest waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. He did not want to lose it in front of them like Alessia had started to when he walked into the house and he had forced her to go upstairs away from them.

“I’m going over there right now. I told Daryl to stay put,” Steve said on the other end of the phone.

Tony shot his kids a smile and then continued down the stairs. “Well, I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’ve gotta say goodbye to the rugrats.”

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“I only had one drink. I swear it,” Terrence told Steve and Tony, looking desperate.

Daryl had tried to wake him up to no avail before Steve showed up and threw a cup of water into his face. He had sputtered awake, looking at a loss why he was there. Steve had forced him to stay on the couch until Tony got there, which did not take long.

“Why were you drinking at all?” Steve snarled.

Terrence shrugged, “I… she gave me the drink. She was super drunk and tried to leave the apartment. I stopped her from leaving and redirected her inside and then she told me she wanted to have a drink. So I thought maybe it would keep her in the apartment and hopefully pass out soon. Because she was tanked. She was having trouble standing.”

“You’re sure you only had one drink?” Natasha asked from by the island.

Terrence craned his head to look at her and he said honestly, “Yeah. I was sipping on it. It was just the one.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed and she started searching around the kitchen.

Terrence was focused back on Tony and Steve in front of him. He pleaded, “Bosses, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I don’t know why I passed out. Please…”

He was begging for his life or to be spared from a brutal beating, that was clear.

Natasha walked over from the kitchen area and held up a small pill pocket between her fingers to them.

“Found it in the trash. Sleeping pills. Bet you run him, you’ll find some traces. Y/N isn’t stupid with that move, but she still is by leaving this in the kitchen trash.” Natasha directed at Terrence, “She probably laced your glass. That was smart.”

“I’m not sure I would refer to this as ‘smart’,” Tony said dangerously.

Natasha shrugged, “Well, I think it is if we isolate the action. If she was planning on leaving without being stopped.”

Tony still looked piqued at the comment.

“We’re not going to kill you, you blubbering idiot,” Steve snapped at Terrence who was still looking up at them in fear. “Just get out of my fucking sight before I sock you.”

Terrence stood up with some help from Daryl and left the apartment.

Steve ran his hands over his face angrily and exclaimed, “Why is everyone hell bent on pissing me the fuck off today?”

“You win some, you lose some,” Natasha commented, leaning against the counter, crossing her arms. Steve glared at her and she smiled in return. “You know I’m just trying to make you smile.”

Tony asked sincerely, “How was Cecile? Alessia said she told her.”

“She sure did.”

“Made good on that threat then. I owe you an apology for my wife taking a fat dump all over your already strained relationship just because she’s vindictive. And for setting her up to be vindictive enough to follow me around.”

“You think?” Steve returned harshly.

“You know I hate apologizing. So, can you just accept it? I’m sorry.” Steve gestured weakly in acknowledgment. “She leaving?”

“No,” Steve said immediately. “She told me she has no place to be mad and I told her I knew. She was not surprised I knew about him. It’s just… awkward.”

“I told you that prenup was a good idea though didn’t I?” Tony commented.

Steve snorted lightly, “Yeah. But I don’t like it out in the open that I’ve got someone on the side. Knowing about her was one thing but I don’t like her knowing about me.”

Tony shrugged, “Well, maybe the two of you can work past your shit now.” Steve rose his brows and Tony shrugged again, “There will be some mutual understanding. No more elephants in the room.”

Natasha nodded in agreement with Tony when Steve looked at her. “Slates cleaner.”

“I fucking suppose. What about Alessia? Did she hit you again?”

It was Tony’s turn to snort, “No. But she did start to shout at me in front of the kids and I was not going to let that happen. She started in as soon as she saw me walk into the house, yelling at me to get out. I don’t need the kids seeing that shit. I made her go upstairs.”

“So…” Steve said expectantly.

“She won’t divorce me. She won’t get anything, -- especially the kids – and she knows it. But she can be pissed off as much as she likes, and I’ll just stay here at the apartment until she stops being a colossal cunt.” Tony let out a strangled, annoyed noise. “I was hoping to make it up to Y/N but seems that’s not happening immediately. And I’m not sure I’m inclined to be nice now considering the circumstances.”

“We’re going to the brothel,” Steve said.

“That was exactly my thought.”

<><><>

Tony and Steve strolled into the brothel, a handful of men at their back.

Steve held up his hand at a woman that tried to approach him to solicit, and he shook his head. “Where’s your madam?” The girl looked put off and stammered. “Don’t stand there looking stupid. Go get her!”

The woman scurried off down the hall quickly. The security was watching the group of them warily.

“You got any brandy?” Tony asked one of them. One nodded and Tony gestured at himself and the guys, “A round then?” The man nodded and went over towards the table to get him some.

Tony took the glass from him, sipping on it. “Mhm, nice. That’s a good batch.”

Tony’s eyes fell on the girl who had just walked in holding Luna.

“That answers the question,” Tony said darkly just as Steve noticed as well. The girl noticed who it was and her eyes got wide. She held the cat closer and made to leave the room, but Tony snapped his fingers at her repeatedly, gesturing towards himself. “No, no. Come back.” She reluctantly did, coming up to him timidly. Tony’s hand came out and he scratched Luna behind the ears. “Hey, sweet girl. Where’s mommy?” He directed the last question at the girl, looking expectant.

“You can check everywhere but she’s not here,” Tatiana said firmly from the doorway to one of the halls, drawing their attention.

Tony straightened up, his hand falling from Luna. “She was though because the damn cat is here.”

“Yeah, she was,” Tatiana admitted. “Can we go to my office?”

“No, we can have the conversation right here,” Tony said, taking another sip of his brandy. “It doesn’t have to take long. So, she was here?”

Tatiana looked irritated by Tony’s refusal to move but she did not verbalize it; instead answering him, “Earlier. But she’s not here anymore.”

“She out?”

“I told her she couldn’t stay.”

“Why?” Steve questioned, waving off the man who tried to hand him brandy.

“Because I didn’t want any trouble. With you or any of your men.”

“So, your brilliant plan was to just let her go wandering off to God knows where when you could have confined her here and waited for us to come collect? Is that what I’m hearing?” Steve asked, leaning forward towards her, a dangerous look in his eyes.

Tatiana was silent, staring back at him, looking very much like a cornered animal.

“That’s what I’m hearing,” Tony chimed in when Tatiana did not speak.

“Me too,” Steve responded, his gaze burning into Tatiana.

“When you put it like that, it does sound like a viable option,” Tatiana told them, drawing a wicked smile out of Steve at her impertinent tone. “But she didn’t want to be collected, so it really seems like I may have done the proper thing in the grand scheme of things. Walking the line and keeping myself from falling on either side of it unfairly.”

“Where’d she go?” Steve snapped.

“I don’t know.”

“You wanna try racking your brain a little harder?”

Tony pointed at the girl still standing there scared with Luna. “You. Why do you have the cat?”

“I… I like her—”

“She’s got nothing to do with it. The cat’s gonna be a house cat,” Tatiana said firmly, cutting in to save the girl from questioning. “Elisha, you can go.”

Tony’s brow furrowed for a moment, his eyes snapping to Elisha. His hand shot out and gripped her arm tightly. Tatiana stiffened at it and Elisha looked at him fearfully.

“Elisha… Elisha…” Tony said. “I know your name. Y/N mentioned you.” He flashed her a toothy smile and said, “Love, where would Y/N run off to?”

“I-I don’t know,” Elisha said, her voice warbling.

“Tatiana, I really don’t want to have to get physical about this,” Steve said, raising his brows. “I’ve had a pretty shit day and if one thing could just go right, that would mean the world to me. The difference between me losing my shit and not losing my shit, if you get my drift.”

“I’m telling you the truth. I don’t know where she went. She said she couldn’t go home because she didn’t want to put her grandpa in danger and she wouldn’t tell me where she was going to go then,” Tatiana said, keeping up an even voice.

Steve stalked towards her, towering over her 5’2” frame.

He leaned in close and asked maliciously, “What would happen if the Spades were allowed back on the block?” Tatiana stiffened at that and a cruel smirk came across Steve’s face. “You don’t like that idea, do you? Who do you think keeps them clear of you and the other whorehouses around here? Hmm? Lets you run your place all on your own without pimping? You don’t think that was just ‘good ol police work’, do you?” He saw the look on her face and now he let out a low chuckle. “Tell me you didn’t, Tatiana. Really? That’s what you thought? No, we protect places we like to frequent. I don’t need to come to some dirty, drug ridden den if I wanna show up here. I want a nice place, like this. And it is a beautiful place, isn’t it?” He gestured around the room. “And I want the girls coming to our parties to be clean in every sense of the word. It would be a real shame if that protection was shattered, wouldn’t it?”

Tatiana was keeping a brave face, the room silent, watching the two of them intently.

“You’re going to put all these girls at risk for one?” she asked.

Steve looked surprised by her reaction. He recovered quickly though, laughing scornfully.

“Well, yeah. I paid for her didn’t I? Even more than she owed you if I recall. And she still owes a debt to us. You know about debts don’t you? What are all these girls doing in here for you? They’re under contract. It would be a fucking insult for one of them to break that contract, right?” His voice changed then, sounding angry. “But these women don’t need to be at risk if you would just. fucking. cooperate.”

Tatiana did not make a move.

“You think I’m bluffing?”

Tatiana still said nothing, but Steve could see she was visibly shaking. So could Tony and he decided to ramp it up because she was at her breaking point; she just needed to be pushed over the edge.

Tony sighed heavily, “I’m tired of this back and forth.” He let go of Elisha roughly and said, “Love, make sure the cat stays out of the way while my guys make work of this place. I don’t need the little shit hurt. I actually like her.”

“Wait, what?” Tatiana said, suddenly worried.

Tony threw his glass at the wall, shattering it. He gestured at it, “That’s the general gist of things, guys. Overturn the place.”

Their men started to move, breaking things and Tatiana suddenly was singing a different tune.

“Don’t!”

She went unheeded and she begged, “Please, don’t!”

Chairs were being broken, pottery shattered on the ground. The women that had been nearby were racing out of the room, with a few of the men at their backs making to go down the halls and ruin more of the place.

“Stop!” Tatiana shouted now at Steve. “I… she did go home! I lied!”

~~~

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[sanchoyo]

danny phantom 8-13 thoughts! again, under the cut bc I blew through 6 episodes in one go...

-LOVE THE WAY THE GHOST ZONE LOOKS. but theres fucking ghost cops??? ghost jail??? that SUCKS imagine dying and going to jail in your AFTERLIFE. danny going to JAIL WAS NOT something I expected. but seeing all the enemies together and work with danny to bust out. SO ICONIC I love that actually. and the thing about real world stuff acting as ghosts in the ghost zone is very cool.

-'there are some things more important that hunting ghosts!' mrs fenton says, about her husband forgetting their anaversary (FOR THE 18TH YEAR IN A ROW?? CHRIST) and not about, idk, their son clearly freaked out. she didnt even notice he was gone into the ghost zone!!! he might be a bad husband BUT shes not the best mom. they suck and I don't care about their relationship problems I care about these kids. danny doing his best to clean the house to keep his mom from getting mad at his dad?? hes such a good boy I want to cry, this is not his place, his dad should be cleaning his own shit up!!!

-maddie's butch lesbian sister is living my best life in her lil cabin. also being a snarky bitch to jack. queen. and her getting a 10th anniversary of her divorce. LOVE IT.

-mr. lancer being a cheerleader in his younger years makes perfect sense to me. king shit.

-dr. spectra's cat ears/mullet hairstyle?? sooo cute. I also just love the concept of a ghost just. sucking out people's positivity and feeding on emotions. a great villain. she put danny in a fucking diaper what the FUCK. and keeping it cold so no one would suspect shes a ghost??? INCREDIBLE. and her gay little blob sidekick. wlw mlm evil solidarity.

-JAZZ FOCUSED EP. YEAAAH!!! her first thought when she saw the ghosts was like 'omg i gotta tell danny :)' and her going to the teacher and also councilor trying to get help for him...shes just 16 but shes trying so hard to help him out :( watching this when youre younger I can imagine ppl are like omg annoying!! but watching this when im older im just like :( jazz baby im SO sorry </3 SHE BODIED THAT GHOST THOUGH. and the fact she didnt tell danny she knew surprised me. like, shes patient and waiting on him to tell her when hes ready!! thats so so sweet.

-christ the parents talking about 'PEELING IT LIKE AN ONION. AND EXAMINING REMAINS' of ghosts RIGHT INFRONT OF DANNY.

-'why am i so depressed and angry all the time!!' DANNY YOURE 14. i mean it IS a ghost this time, but...

-579$ top?? VALERIE NO ITS NOT EVEN CUTE IT DOESNT EVEN GO WITH THAT OUTFIT AAAA. tho this ep is called shades of gray..VALERIE FOCUSED EP FINALLY????! *THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE* I already knew about red huntress from my redesigns, but I didn't exactly know what that entails or how/why, so, it's fun to see the Origins.

-ghost pubby! ghost pubby!!!!! why is the dog a ghost?? the implication that the company had guard dogs and got rid of them...what did they DO. is it just the unfinished business?? of not having that toy it was looking for?? god I hope so.

I feel SOOO bad for valerie tho, my god. her friends are shunning her for what, because her dad lost her job and she had to move??? horrible. (and the fact the dog wrecked the moving van too...) I also love how 'from wisconsin' on the package was an IMMEDIATE RED FLAG FOR ME. WISCONSIN=EVIL NOW. vlads so petty.

-it took valerie like 5 mins to get the hang of hunting ghosts and shes already a much bigger threat than his parents tbh. who've been trying and studying this for years. and a more valid reason <3 love her shes so cute and cool. new daughter alert.

-'i should do SOMETHING to help valerie' no shit danny???

-'who is that, awesome outfit!' -top gay sam moments. i was going to say. before it immediately cuts to sam kissing danny LMFAOOO. don't think I like that, it puts tucker in a weird third wheel position... the next ep involves them holding hands and blushing when danny's cold...URGH No. not a fan ngl. the trope of 'if theres a girl in a trio she has to end up with one of the two guys!!'

-right as I say that they take it to extremes!! and ember shoots him with a love ray gun that makes him OBSESSIVE OVER SAM. AND SHE TAKES HIS HANDS AND SAYS 'YOU DONT FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT ME, I DONT FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT YOU' and her saying she doesnt want to be together like this. and tucker saying 'i always knew you two would get together!!' dont manifest it tucker please. the show pushing for it so hard makes me not want it KSHKJKJD I KNOW its probably canon. it sucks though. im a hater.

-vlad just LURKING AROUND THE SCHOOL GIVING VALERIE GIFTS ASJKDHKJ YOU WEIRD PETTY OLD MAN GO HOME!!!

-EMBERRRRR YOU WILL REMEMBERRRRRR . this is the one thing I kinda remember from when I was a kid EMBERRRRR ilu. top 10 cartoon bops. sams being a hater. popular things are popular for a reason. mr. lancer also being a hater. also everyone wearing her color scheme ..its a really good look, the purple, black, and minty color...

-penguins exist in the ghost zone. confirmed.

-EMBER JUST SHOWING UP AT A RANDOM HIGHSCHOOL TO PLAY?? UNANNOUNCED, MID DAY??? girl get a tour schedule. make some money or smth damn. I know shes probably doing it for the power boost but. lord. anyway if your show doesnt have a concert scene/ep, is it even valid.

-fellas is this gay. (she uses a GRAPPLING HOOK TO SHOOT OUT THE WINDOW AFTER SEEING AN EMBER VAN GO BY RIGHT AFTER THIS SHOT)

-hey, she had an undercut at some point!! my redesign!!! was accurate!! in..a way

-I feel like danny has a lot of pent up aggression ngl, him being heartbroken about sam and immediately going IM GONNA GO TAKE IT OUT ON EMBER. I mean she needs to be stopped I guess But. jazz has the right idea he needs therapy and a HEALTHY outlet.

-tucker singing > my singing

-girls cant be gamers -tucker and danny sexist moments. her being chaos in the game OWNED.

-TUCKERS HAT IS A BERET??? I THOUGHT IT WAS A BEANIE. SAM CALLED IT A BERET. WH.

-it was actually nice of lancer to let danny retake the test, and he go to play games again. smh. epic cringe gamer moments compilation. and driving him home!!! I actually like him as a character. anyway teachers like lancer are SO appreciated. I was failing middle school because of mental problems, and felt so dumb and got embarrassed by teachers who would just get onto me instead of bothering to ask what the real problem was, but when I was taking my ged classes I had a wonderful teacher who kept reassuring me that I was smart, and I got honors!! danny is SUCH a little shit to him (understandable, 14, but) but seeing them getting along better and danny putting in effort. SO CUTE. THATS MY SON, STUDYING HARD!!!! and being so PROUD OF HIMSELF!!! 91!!! BITCH!!! A- is STILL AN A!!!

-'why dont they ever realize thats me in a dress' mr lancer i am CRYING. i realized.

-technus being my ghost grandpa who cant game asking tucker for help. bless his heart. his out of date old ppl lingo circles back to being endearing <3 tucker not recognizing him despite the like, lack of any kind of serious disguise...I do love their lil in-game outfits....sam being the tank rules. I like technus' spider design also. more characters need to be giant freaky spiders, imo.

-finding your gf a new host because she cant maintain her ghost body outside the zone? amazing. using jazz as the host? ILL KILL YOU. jazz immediately accepting a ride home from a guy she just met and letting him know where she lives. letting him IN THE HOUSE??? nooo girl no lets use common sense </3

-sooo cringe the parents were like 'good job for spying on your sister' tho wtffff. doesnt matter if hes a bad guy, thats fucked. everytime these parents BREATHE im like. these are MY kids now <3

-BAD LUCK BEING A THEME OF THE 13TH EPISODE. thats super fun. johnny 13 being his name is so. iconic. your last name is a NUMBER? also goth tucker. I actually love the look. everyone looks good goth. 'the ladies love the eyeliner and onyx nail polish' sam you are sooo right every man needs to at least try those two things. im a lesbian and I agree. same, danny, your bff is gnc af

-LOVE kitty's design. and just, the concept of a ghost with a bike. couple goals, except yes stay away from jazz.

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian s2 ep1 Reactions Post That’s right I’m BACK

and none of you not even god himself can stop me from rambling about space cowboy dad and tiny green baby stuff for much longer than any sane person should 

the TL;DR is that I still love this show SO MUCH, beware a bunch of spoilers under the cut!

- costume design wise I LOVE how badly the armour fits Cobb Vanth

 especially when you get shots with him and Din side by side for contrast:

It’s not just that it’s clearly not made for him (it seems he’s a lot lankier and more wiry than Boba is), he simply doesn’t know how to wear it, and he doesn’t know how to take care of it, because he doesn’t know what it means. Remember when Din’s breastplate got bent completely out of shape by the mudhorn and he had it repaired to the best of his ability long before they even finished with the ship? That’s why he looks so grounded and natural in it and Vanth has sort of a clumsy Spiderman-in-his-first-home-made-costume air about him. (also Boba’s helmet has a beautiful heft and solidity to it in this, they make all the beskar have a Feel and weight to it, makes it feel important)  

I like that Vanth is taller than Din; everything that drives home that Din’s strength doesn’t come from being naturally physically imposing or impressive is a joy to me 

- Boba’s armour seems to be confirmed to be real beskar, which gives me so much hope that they’re doing something actually nuanced and interesting with Boba and Jango’s cultural identities as Mandalorians (whether they do consider themselves that or not, for example), unlike George Lucas’ inexplicable yet unbending stance of ‘They aren’t and never were lol get fucked Fetts’  

the way the triumphant heroic part of the mando music sputtered and died when the man himself showed up tho... uh-oh this might be bad news 

man but that’s a stunning and surprising way to introduce a well-known character divorced from what makes them so iconic, though, just from that I’m going to trust they know what they’re doing (AND they got temuera morrison back I’m so EXCITED!!!). without the armor there’s the face of someone who shared that face with literal millions and at the same time must be looking older than his father ever got to at this point, and that’s super interesting as a starting point to me. (I... guess there’s still a chance it’s a fakeout and that it’s actually another clone, but that would be such a letdown when they’ve already given us this haha) 

- an excellent [mando sighs] moment

this opening scene did a great job of re-summarizing him for the audience -- establishing again that he gives you one chance at dealing with him fairly and if you insist on continuing to be an asshole about it, you’re toast, the fact that his fighting style is so much about being able to tank blows rather than not getting hit in the first place, the horror movie monster mando setup as he stalked the dude down and strung him up, the Poetic Justice predicated on some very careful word choices, and most importantly “where I go, he goes”... all wonderful, I’m sure I’ll watch this scene back for fine details and better looks at the background characters many many times 

(word seems to have spread about him and the baby for real now, which makes me VERY nervous btw)

- Pulserifle’s back! Jetpack’s back! Razor Crest’s back! Grappling line’s back! PELLI’S BACK!!!!!! Tattooine... is also back *Finn voice* Why does everyone want to go back to Tattooine????

I really enjoyed the way they fleshed out and (for lack of a better word) humanized the sand people, though, if you are going back to this desert hellplanet again that is a worthy reason to do it 

- Din swearing :O!! and one of the less egregious star wars swears too, I’m fine with this

- in campaign star wars news: I guess there was sort of both a binbon and a jubna in this ep! what a time to be alive

- as usual I love the jawa. a bright spot in any day, just a bunch of lil goblin-y friends hanging out having the best time loving sparkly crystals and rescuing silver foxes.  

get in loser we’re going shopping

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I uh. Do you think. Hm. Is there maybe a metaphor here somewhere. Is there perhaps a hidden, one may say double, meaning, at play, right here, in this image? Who can say, it’s just niggling at me (there’s a very similar set of shots with Toro in season 1, but seemingly the show went ‘I fear we might have gone too subtle with it, let’s amp it up this time’ over the season break loool)

honestly though this dynamic really highlighted everything I love about the ways Din performs masculinity. It’s so much softer and more community/collaboration focused and more comfortable to be around than Vanth’s version -- and Vanth isn’t a bad dude by any stretch of the imagination, it’s not hard to see why he’s like that considering where he’s from, he’s just such a... man. The lone person who can protect this village! The only man who’s got what it takes! It’s all on his shoulders and no one else’s, so do exactly as he says or he’ll put a hole in you! (I think it’s telling that one of his first comments to Din is ‘I’m sure you call the shots wherever you’re from, but ‘round here, I’m the person who tell folks what to do’, because as we as the audience knows, Din very much does not call the shots of where he’s from lol) I guess it says some nice things about the tribe of Mandos Din is from that this is how he approaches things, and it says some good things about Vanth how quickly he comes around to this smarter and less confrontational/domineering style of doing things once he’s been exposed to it and sees how it works. it’s just neat

(it’s smart of Favreau to set his ~*lone gunslinger*~ character up like this, too, it makes him so much more interesting and versatile)   

- With the way Din says ‘a Mandalorian Armorer sent me on my path’ it does seem confirmed that’s the equivalent of a priest role or a sort of shaman -- I wonder if he knows the name of ‘The’ Armorer or if they take on the role as a whole identity 

- the sheer contrast between the two people who wanted Din to take his helmet off for them in this ep tho... wants Mando’s armour off for horrible awful reasons and got exactly what he deserved:

wants Mando’s armour off for entirely sympathetic and understandable, just culturally uninformed, thirsty thirsty reasons & also having drinks together:

 (the sort of... little lick over his bottom lip he does there? keep it in your pants vanth my GODjflsadf he’s a good dude tho he understands and respects the ‘no armour removal before marriage’ thing and backs down gracefully)

- This is a nuanced thing: I don’t think I actually ship it (not in a requited way from Din’s side, anyway, Vanth I’m 100% sure about lol), but the incredible potential for out-of-context-taking of “Take it off, or I will”/”...we doin’ this in front of the kid?” is uh astounding  

(anyone got the vibe Vanth sort of had something with the bartender too? no just me? well well)

- I was never really scared Din was actually dead or hurt b/c baby wasn’t scared and I figure he’d know lol, a very useful fear barometer 

- “What’s the plan?” “Take care of the child” “What are you gonna do?” “I don’t know, but wish me luck *yeets his new bro out of harm’s way before diving in head first himself*” fksdjhfkjlashdfkjsldahfkasldjhfskldajhfsadkjfh WHAT a summation of Din’s entire approach to battle & life, dad please you carry a not insignificant part of my heart around with you be careful 

(Also with the heavy implication that Boba was watching the whole thing... can you imagine him just looking on as Din throws himself down that gullet like a madman. There must have been some ‘o_-7 *headscratch headscratch* ???’ going on for him there)

it’s kind of sweet that din trusts vanth will take care of the baby if something happens though, they really bonded quickly huh 

- the sand people who kept willingly going over to the krayt dragon’s cave are honestly braver and more admirable than anyone else has ever been, I kept just shouting in anguish as they were gobbled up, they deserved better 

- can we talk about how clear it still is that Din’s just... lonely. When he thinks he’s found another Mando and he sounds almost reverent with relief... and then it gets odder and odder (’uh... drinks? I guess... does he have drinking straws with him or -- HE’S TAKING THE HELMET OFF???’ oh buddy)

I wonder if they’re building towards something about him realizing it doesn’t have to be Mandos for him to trust and bond with people longer term? Basically all the characters he’s met and we’ve watched him form attachments to and get help from are non-Mandos -- Kuiil :’^(, Cara, Omera, Cobb Vanth, IG-11 :^’’(, Greef Karga to a degree. Establishing so firmly what he’s looking for this early would be good setup for a ‘what a character thinks they want vs. what they need’ thing later on just on a writing level, anyway, Boba Fett could bring in some interesting points of view about Mandalorianness too   

- baby’s happy gurgles when he sees pelli!!!!!! din speaking sand people language and petting alligator doggies!!!!!!

- pedro pascal’s voice work remains an utter joy to me. din’s measured, earnest, occasionally slightly stilted way of talking is still so good, and then he does things like inserting some more... idk life is the wrong word but that more charged and dynamic tone he took on when he said (”I thought you weren’t a gambler”) “I’m not”. *chef kiss*

- if the pulse rifle’s stun is able to do that to a fuckn krayt dragon... that’s some serious shit din is carrying around with him lol (interestingly the actual shooty pew-pew part of it didn’t seem to do much to it, but then I guess he was shocking it from the inside out and not through thick hide, so idk)

- my only real complaints about this ep: Vanth’s backstory ran a bit long, and not enough baby & dad interaction. the concept art’s got me tho: 

 (din often wears his original/old armour in concept art still, incidentally, don’t know what that’s about)

awwwwwww

+ omfg ;______;

- this sand people person conscientiously brushing a bantha’s teeth... blessed

- Customary flame thrower report: there was a rare useful deployment of the flamethrower. Good job Mando’s flame thrower for furthering the field of diplomacy

ETA: I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO MENTION THIS: DIN BEING COMFORTABLE(ISH) AROUND DROIDS NOW!!!! GROWTH????!?! IG-11 WE MISS YOU??????????

[missnxthingg]

Can you do cocky college Tom? Y/N hates him cuz he is such a player and so arrogant, but of course he is also extremely hot. One night, there's a costume party and Tom shows up in something ridiculous that shows off his body -- all his muscles and his bulge. Throughout the night, he keeps flirting and flexing until he finally wins her over. And then he's super dominant, making her go to her knees for a BJ. He makes her gag while he dirty talks and boasts and smirks :)

A/N: I’m so sorry I took too long to get to it. I have to be on the mood of writing smut to do it properly. I’ve been working on it for the past week and it’s going to have two parts, okay? If you, anon, want to be tagged on part two, send me a message! Also, I needed to give it a name and I fucking hated it, might change it later.

Pairing: College!Fuckboy!Tom x Reader

Words: 3.8K

Warnings: Smut, oral (f and m receiver), swearing, I don’t know how many more, but it’s pretty dirty.

PART TWO

masterlist - main blog 

Cinnamon Coffee - Part One

College is supposed to be an amazing experience for everyone. Going out of your comfort zone, finally knowing what is like to be a grown up, meeting a lot of new people, make new friends and mess around with all sorts of people. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) couldn’t deny, she was very excited to pack her things and start her new life.

The dorm she got in was huge, with a beautiful front garden where a lot of girls could hang out whenever they want to. Her roommate was cute and very funny, easily to become friends with. She got the right side of the room, letting (Y/N) with no choice but to get the left one. But it was a big room though, with enough space for the both of them.

The first week was good, mostly getting to know the campus and the freshmans. A lot of parties and activities to make people bound before the classes even started. (Y/N) also took a time to chill out and get to know around the campus, and that’s how she discovered that they had a coffee shop right between her dorm and the boys dorm, and that their coffee was really great. One chilly day, she decided to go get some breakfast and just stay at her room and watch TV with her roommate.

“Morning Lizzie.” She greeted the barista. It became a common thing since she’s been going there for everyday during a week.

“Morning (Y/N). What it will be today?” She asked and (Y/N) glanced around the counter, thinking about what to order.

“I want a cinnamon latte, banana bread and croissant.”

“Done in a minute.”

(Y/N) smiled and turned around to watch for somewhere to sit and wait for her order to get ready, but something got in her way, or someone.

“Oi, watch it, gorgeous.” The person said and (Y/N) glanced up to find a beautiful boy, curly brown locks, strong arms and a bright smile.

“Sorry, I’m just sleepy.”

“Don’t worry about it, pretty one.” He touched her chin and winked.

“Uhm, personal space?” She said, thinking that he didn’t even knew her to be touching her chin.

“I’m Tom, by the way. Tom Holland.” He smiled, running his fingers through his hair. “Do you have a name, pretty angel?”

“Not really any of your-”

“(Y/N), your order is ready.” The barista called and she shut her eyes in anger.

“(Y/N), what a pretty name. Fits the pretty owner.” He smiled and she turned around to pay for her order. Tom stopped her, paying for her order. “Keep the change.”

“Why did you do that? You don’t even know me. And I don’t know you either.”

“Oh, but you will, baby girl.” He waved and turned around to get out of there. “See ya’ around, (Y/N).”

She just simply stood there, trying to digest what just happened, when a voice called her back to Earth.

“Oh, he’s such a player.” Lizzie said, cleaning the counter. “He’s been coming here for a whole week and I’ve already seen him paying for three girls.”

“Good to know.” (Y/N) said, before she thanked the barista and got back to her dorm.

After that day, the boy kept popping up everywhere she was. Tom was at every party, every game and soon he was in the psychology class. The day she saw him coming into the door, she almost dropped that one class immediately, specially when he sat behind her with a playful smile on his face.

“Hello gorgeous, I didn’t know you took psychology for major.” He caressed her cheek, smiling tenderly.

“And I’m considering dropping out right now.” She removed his hand out of her face, turning to her notebook resting on the table.

“Why so angry, baby girl? I’m just trying to be nice.”

“As you do to every girl.”

It was true. Tom did everything to impress every girl around. He didn’t need much, having a totally flawless body and being a super hot guy. But he winked, he picked on their waist, smiled, looked right into their eyes. So it didn’t take long until he got every girl on the campus to fall in love with him. That way, he started to ruin her Saturday mornings reading in the front garden.

The day she found it ruined was the worst. She accidentally got up early and she changed her clothes and got out to find something to do. She bought coffee and lied a blanket in the grass under a tree to drink it, eat small fruits and read a book. It was a normal Saturday morning for her, until she noticed a couple of girls almost passing out next to her, looking at something behind her back. And there he was, a tight shirt on, drinking his water slowly so the girls would enjoy the view. She rolled her eyes and he noticed.

“Morning (Y/N)!”

“Fuck off!” She shouted back, not getting her attention out of the book.

“Come on beautiful, I’m trying to be nice.”

“Maybe you should try and be less of a show off.”

“Can’t do that darling.” He smiled and continued his walk.

“Fucking pathetic.”

It was a pretty common thing to see him around girls. In the halls, in parties. God, she even caught him making out with one small ginger in the library. It was nonstop and it annoyed her so much, specially because he would be always going after her.

“Morning pretty angel, got your usual, you can thank me with a kiss.” He said to her once, giving her a coffee. She shook her head no and continued her walk.

“If that’s the payment, I’m not accepting it.” She said and he sighed.

“Come on, what am I supposed to do with a cinnamon latte? I don’t even like cinnamon.”

“Give it to another poor girl, I don’t fucking care.”

“But I bought it for you. Please accept it, as a friendly move.” (Y/N) stopped at the door and accepted the coffee.

“Thank you.” She directed herself into her class, thanking every god there is it wasn’t psychology class. This way she wasn’t going to spend two full hours with Tom.

She really started to think he was starting to change with that nice move, that until she saw him doing the same thing with another girl on her dorm. (Y/N)’s heart broke, but again, she wasn’t expecting much out of him.

They both continued their lives, him teasing her a lot, and trying to flirt too, while she tried to ignore him everytime he approached. The more time passed by, the more he wanted to make her his, at least for one night.

She was driving him insane. Maybe it was the fact that she’s the only girl who doesn’t want to be with him, and also adding the fact that she was completely gorgeous. He would watch her from far and be completely amused by her beauty. The littlest things got into his head. The way she sits at her desk, he way her hair falls softly on her shoulders, her rosy cheeks and cherry lips. She was perfect, and even looked cuter when she was angry at him.

“Hey baby girl, this one’s for you.” He was playing football with some of his friends while she was hanging around with some others in the corner. He scored a goal and blowed her a kiss.

“Is there going to be a day that you won’t remember my existence?”

“Probably not, considering we are getting married.”

“Oh, fuck you.” She rolled her eyes and drank another sip of her beer.

“You wish you could, darling.” He winked and went back to the game.

“He’s so into you.” One of her friends poked her with their elbow and she pretended to not even listen.

“He’s into everyone.” One of her friends told her and (Y/N) nodded.

“Tom Holland is a complete idiot, and I hate him. He literally does everything to get me to his bed.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“It is when he does it with every girl on campus.”

When summer came, everyone was wearing shorter clothes, showing much more skin, and that included (Y/N). One day she appeared for class in a white tank top and denim skirt. Tom watched her walking through the longs halls, observing the way her legs moved and how perfect she was. It sparked something on him, and he followed her all the day to class biting his lips. He kissed her cheek and sat down behind her.

“Good morning pretty angel. You look stunning today.”

“Morning Tom. Don’t you have anything else to do today?” She asked and he started to play with her hair.

“No, I have all day to admire your beauty.”

“You’re pathetic.” She said with her strong North Yorkshire accent. He leaned into her ear and pulled a strand of hair away from that.

“I love you accent.” He whispered so only she could hear it. “I wonder what it will sound like when you cum.”

Her whole body shivered, and as much as she hated to admit it, he turned her own. Oftenly actually. If there’s one thing she can’t deny is that he is extremely hot. And sometimes the things he does to her gets her to shiver from the top of her head to her tiptoes. Like those times he rest one hand on her waist and presses his finger in there. They usually make (Y/N)’s heart beat faster. But she always thought it was pure anger.

“Only in your dreams Holland.”

“Oh, I dream about it everyday baby girl. Having you in my bed, screaming my name. And today, your clothes aren’t really helping me.”

“So I guess you’ll have to find another girl to fuck it off.”

“Maybe I’ll do tomorrow. Also, are you coming tomorrow to the costume party? I’m not a frat kid, but I heard it’s going to be awesome.”

“I might stop by, yeah.” She said, focusing on what she’s been writing on her notebook for a while now.

“So look for me, I’ll be the guy in the sexy costume. It shouldn’t be hard to find me.”

(Y/N) didn’t want to go at first, but her roommate literally dragged her to the party. She wore a pretty bunny costume, a really sexy one, completely showing her thighs and popping her tits up. The party was full, and probably everyone on campus was there. She stood in a corner with her friends, drinking a beer and glancing at everyone to see their costumes. And she was really happy and impressed with everyone, smiling a lot, but her smiled died when she crossed her eyes with one know guy.

He was drinking with his friends in his stupid costume. For her surprise, they were matching up. Tom also was wearing a bunny costume, with the black ears, bow tie and shorts, completely shirtless. He knew everyone had their eyes on him, but he only had eyes for one person tonight, and she was looking stunning. He winked and got back to his conversation.

“You gotta be shitting me.” She whispered, rolling her eyes. He dropped his friends and directed himself to her, with a big smile on his face. “Oh God.”

“Hey baby girl, I’m glad you came.”

“Hey Tom.” She said, not sounding much excited to see him.

“I see we matched up. Even the universe is telling us to be together.”

“Or maybe you’re a psycho stalker that saw me buying bunny ears the other day.” She said and he nodded.

“Anyway, you look so fucking beautiful.” He caressed her chin and smiled. “Do you wanna dance?“

“Maybe later, I’m with my friends.”

“Pinky promise?” He showed his pinkie and she nodded. “You need to do the thing.”

“Shut up or you’re not even getting that." 

”(Y/N)…“ His finger was still standing, and she entwined their fingers. "I’ll be waiting.”

And he really meant it, but (Y/N) didn’t give a damn about it and had fun with her friends. They did shots, they had fun, laughed a lot and ended up on the dancefloor. He couldn’t take his eyes off her the whole night. She looked so fucking sexy, it was getting to him in a way he could never imagine it. Tom bit his lips while watching her dance alone on the dancefloor and he approached her from behind, his hands on each side of her hips, rocking her against his own hips. She leaned her head to the side and he got some strands of hair out of the way. He kissed her neck slowly and her whole body shivered, at that point she didn’t even know what she was doing. She turned around and glued their foreheads and they kept dancing together, breaths mixing and all handsy.

“You know, my room is empty tonight, if you wanna get out of here.” She let her fingers entwine behind his neck and he swayed her side to side.

“Won’t you get me a drink first?” She asked and leaned to his ear. “You’re not gonna get me this easily, Holland.”

“So, do you want a beer?”

“Oh, I’d love a beer.” She smiled and he pulled her to the bar to get two drinks. 

“You know, I really meant when I said you look so fucking beautiful tonight.” He caressed her right arm and sat on a high stool and pulled her to sit on his lap. “Actually, you always look so beautiful.”

“I bet that you say it to every girl.” She sipped her beer and he chuckled.

“Yeah, but I never really mean it. I say it to you everyday, and you still don’t believe me.”

“Because you have the fame of a womanizer.” She glanced somewhere else, finding her friends almost dying for seeing her on Tom’s lap.

“Well, but you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And the sexiest too.” He pressed his fingers on her waist and sniffed her perfume, gluing his nose to her neck. He left a small peck right there. “Also you’re not helping with this short dress at all.“

"Well you aren’t helping me either.” She glanced down to his body and he smirked, leaning in to reach her lips on a brief and warm kiss.

“I want to fuck you until the only name you know is mine.” He said against her lips and it turned her on so badly, that she could feel the wet spot on her panty.

“Let’s go.” She whispered against his lips and she got up to let him stand up.

She was ahead of him, guided by a hand on her lower back. Tom was so close that (Y/N) could feel his breath against her neck. They left the party and hushed to his dorm, which wasn’t so far away. The halls were practically empty, and they easily got to his room without being seen. He let her go to open the door, getting inside before her. She followed him inside, anxious about what was about to happen. Tom pressed her against the door, provoking her while brushing his lips on hers, hands searching to lock the door. 

Once the door was locked, he started the kiss, ending the gap between them. His hands grabbed her ass and he gave a lot of squeezes right there. She removed his bunny ear, pulled his hair and scratched the back of his head, deepening the kiss. It was full of lust and desire, a long one coming from months wanting to do that. He pulled her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her fingers traced down to his length, massaging it over his trousers, making him moan during the kiss. He used his hands to hold hers above her head, while he stopped the kiss to suck her neck. She moaned when his hot mouth crashed her skin.

“Shit…” She whispered, feeling even more turned on.

“You want me to fuck you baby girl?” He said against her neck. “Do you want me to make you feel good?” She nodded and he sucked on her neck. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes! I want you to fuck the shit out of me.” She moaned and he sucked her jaw, letting her slowly get down from his lap.

“Go on your fucking knees.” He said, pushing her down. She stepped on her knees and he unbuttoned his trousers, along with his boxers. His cock smacked his belly and (Y/N)’s mouth watered. She tried to get her hands on his cock, and he stopped her. “Open your mouth”. She did as he said and he slapped her cheek. “Wider for daddy.”

She opened her mouth wider and he removed her bunny ears, held her hair back with one hand and the other one guided his cock to her mouth. He fucked her mouth with no pity, going deep down her throat, making her gag with his big cock, saliva dripping down her chin.

“You like to have my cock on your mouth, pretty angel? Fuck, you look so pretty when you’re taking my big cock.” He moaned looking for her eyes. “Look at me while you do it.” She glanced up and he smirked, going harder than before.

She wasn’t going to take up anymore, and he noticed it, stopping his movements and letting her go. She dropped her weight on the floor and he helped her getting up. She cleaned her mouth before he took her in a kiss again. Tom searched for the zip in her dress, sliding it down slowly when he found it opened. Quickly, he opened her bra and it joined her dress on the floor. He pulled her and dropped her in bed, going on top to give some proper attention to her breasts.

“You have the most amazing tits in the world.” He sucked on her left nipple while his hand massaged the left one. “So fucking good. I wanna suck it like a little baby.”

“Holy shit Thomas.” She moaned, throwing her head back. 

“You drive me insane baby.” He said between kisses on her bare chest, leaving dark circles where he passed. He trailed his kisses to her belly and her hips, where he sucked a little more before the tearing her panty, making it easier to removed it.

“You just ruined my favourite panty.” She said and he chuckled.

“You look so much beautiful without it.” He kissed her core and moaned with how wet she was. “You shouldn’t even wear it anymore.”

“Uhmmm… really?” She pressed her lips and let some small moans out.

“Yeah.” He licked it first, and pulled her legs over his shoulders, entwining their fingers right after. “It tastes amazing too.”

“Fuck Tom! You take me so fucking good.”

He didn’t reply, fully focusing on her dripping pussy, all wet for him. His tongue explored every corner of her, going faster whenever he found her clit. She rocked her hips against his mouth, throwing her head back, not being able to contain her moans in anymore. She was practically screaming, while pulling his hair. He let go one of her hands to slide two fingers in, pumping it hard inside her. He felt her clenching around his fingers, and he stopped sucking her, his fingers still working inside her.

“Are you close baby girl? I know you are. Cum for me pretty angel, I bet it will taste like heaven.”

“FUCK! I’m gonna cum Tommy, harder!” He obeyed her, going harder than before. She had her first orgasm of the night right there in his mouth. He got up to kiss her, making her savour her taste on his mouth.

“Can you see how good you taste? That’s my dirty girl.” He bit her ear and she moaned. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“What are you waiting for?” He smiled and pulled her up.

“On your fours, pretty angel.” She did what he said while he got a condom out of his night stand. He pushed her against the mattress, rolling her hair around his hand to pull it. He brushed his cock on her core, making them moan loudly. He slide it in without pity, finding it hard to do it since she was so tight.

Tom’s cock was the biggest (Y/N)’s ever taken, so it took a while to adjust his size. But once he felt it was okay to keep going, he started to push hard inside her, bed bouncing along with their bodies. She moaned loudly against the mattress and he pulled her hair.

“Tom you’re so big, holy shit!”

“And you’re so tight, I love it.” He moaned, taking her harder. He slapped her ass and pounded even more inside her. “You like it when daddy fucks you from behind? I bet you do, you look so fucking good doing this.”

“Fuck my pussy d-daddy.” She could barely say anything, only feeling him.

“I know I make you feel good baby girl.” He said, smirking at the sight of her moaning against the mattress. “You wanna cum for me?”

“Uhm… Not yet baby.” She said and he got up, pulling her up to his lap. He pushed his core inside her again, pushing it inside. She was riding him like her life depended on it. He pounded inside her pussy so hard that she was concerned she wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow.

He lied her in bed again and pumped hard inside her, making her almost fall from bed, and she didn’t even bothered with how much pleasure she was getting.

“I’m so close!” She moaned, making him bite his lips.

“Uhm… You’re so good, I love to see you taking my cock. Are you gonna cum on my cock? Are you gonna let that heaven sent honey drip down your pussy right into my cock?”

“Yes daddy! Make me cum, please?”

“If you insist.” He pumped harder, as if it was possible and stimulated her clit with his thumb.

“HOLY FUCK TOM! I’M CUMMING.” She screamed letting her juice drip down his cock while he reached his high at the same time.

One both of them cummed, he fell on her side and they tried to rest and control their breathing in silence. He lied on her belly and kissed around there.

“Finally.” He said with a big smile on his face. “It was so good baby girl.”

He got up to get rid off his condom and clean himself and bring something for her to clean herself, but by the time he got there, she was gone, along with all of her stuff. Where the fuck did she go?

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[carebooks]

alright i watched the whole third season of House of Anubis

I first have to say how much I enjoyed the leads: Eddie and KT. They have such a good chemistry and they’re honestly hilarious together. As I mentioned before, I did ship them together when I was younger and first watched the show but with watching it again, I would keep them as friends. Best friends. (especially since KT is hella gay I don’t care what anyone says) They totally give me Cloak and Dagger vibes, especially in terms of partnership. At the start of the show, they were alone, they had no one to confide in, no one to be with, Eddie was torn about letting Sibuna know about Nina, still not over Patricia. KT just lost her grandfather and came to England on a quest with some key and vague warnings, she was hella confused but still did so out of loyalty to her grandfather (this baby is too precious and good for this world, i swear). And next thing you know, fate and Osirian visions bring them together. They form a partnership, they snoop around the Gatehouse, they form a bond. And I love it so much. What I love especially, is that at the end, when the sinners are everywhere and even the Sibuna members are taken as sinners, it’s down to Eddie and KT, just like the beginning. Sure, they get help from Willow and Harriet, but they lose Willow pretty quickly, and right at the end, Harriet sacrifices herself so they can get the other key and lock away the evil for good. And together, Eddie and KT join the keys and lock the evil as one. They started together, and they ended it together, and I think that was really poetic. I know that the Osirian and the Chosen One are meant to be the pair and the Ying & Yang, but in this particular case, Eddie and KT were a bond formed by friendship and hardship rather than destinies planned or written in the stars by the gods, yes fate brought them together, but only because they knew they could only accomplish their tasks with each other. I especially loved when they took down Ammut, and Robert tried a last ditch attempt to get KT to feel guilty over doing this, telling her that he would die if Ammut was locked away. It brings in KT’s loyalty to her family, even when it’s bad, but then Eddie yells during the commotion, “Don’t trust him, trust me!” And I think it really brings a full circle what a great partnership and bond they have.

Other than that, it’s really just random stuff I liked

i liked that Willow could sense bad vibes that Robert had whenever he was around Anubis House, as well as sensing the bad vibes that sinner!Victor and sinner!Patricia gave off. I kinda wished they could’ve looked more into that. Like she was naturally sensitive to these things or something.

Her relationship with Alfie was a nice touch, seeing him with someone who liked the same things that he did was real cute. Especially seeing them happy.

Victor and Sweet playing that card game gave me life.

Joy’s new attitude and look were certainly appreciated

While I preferred the Jerome that developed in S2 and won Mara over (especially over the course of the first season and second, i mean talk about a slow burn done right) and rather he didn’t cheat on her and Willow, the Joy+Jerome ship wasn’t terrible. I much prefer the developed S2 Jerome, I’ve said this twice now, but again, it wasn’t terrible. (but real talk? KT and Joy should’ve happened)

Amber being the one to bring Sibuna and the pair Eddie & KT together because *Amber Millington voice* “Hello people! Isn’t it obvious? Work together.”

Like that girl knew what was up. Well, she did invent Sibuna, not surprised.

Alfie was perfection this season, leave him be. Also, highlights of him:

“Crypts are for dead people!” “I’m afraid of everything.” “Guys, go! Get out of here! Sibuna! SIBUNNAAA!!”

I already talked plenty of Eddie and KT being the best, so yeah. But imma do it again anyway.

I have a theory that Eddie focused his primary Osirian instinct of being protective over the Chosen One to being protective over KT. Like he reffocused his powers to someone else for the time being. Nina wasn’t there, and when KT showed up in his vision it was almost like the house was telling him “You need to help her now. Keep her safe.” And I really like that.

It was especially shone a lot through out the season, and the last episodes too. 

When sinner!Patricia and sinner!Fabian had KT and wanted to exchange an artifact that Eddie had discovered, she told him to run and get away, like they did when Alfie told them to leave him behind. And he says, “That was Alfie, this is you.”

And when Eddie, KT, Willow and Harriet went to get the sun key from Caroline, and she managed to take KT and Willow and turn them into sinners, Eddie says, “Not KT,” very worriedly. Later on he’s hard on himself, “I can’t believe they got to KT.”

It was interesting that half the season was awakening the man in the tank and the other half was releasing evil into the world. Like a different feel for half the season, not many shows do that.

I kinda despise the fact that the things I didn’t like are probably going to be longer.

Let’s go paragraph first so, how about that plot? First off, the whole thing is very weird for Sibuna. The first two seasons were about riddles and thinking things through. They were real mysteries. In this, it was more direct, they had an obvious problem, they had to stop the bad guys from waking up a bad guy, and then literal evil converted their own friends against each other. It sounds super interesting for a Vampire Diaries or Teen Wolf or even My Babysitter’s A Vampire plot line (or just one episode) since those shows were more active based. This season barely had any hidden things or riddles, and half of it had Sibuna paranoid and working against each other which I’m sure no one really loved. Not to mention that the action mainly happened at the Gatehouse rather than the actual Anubis House, the center for two of the last mysteries. Now I know, I know, the new season couldn’t just be a copy, and having a third mystery with hidden compartments over the house would certainly be a lot for Robert and Louisa. But I mean, didn’t Het Huis Anubis have four seasons? They couldn’t just do their version of that? I’m guessing that they did something different (I really hope so, because if not, this is embarrassing)

things i did not like at all about this season

the fact that they twisted Mara’s character up in their new ‘messed up girl obsessed with a boy’ like Joy in S2. just- why?

the fact that they undid a bunch of Jerome’s development.

or how about the fact that all Jerome got to do this season was be part of a love triangle cheat fest and then a love drama with Joy. In S1 he shoved himself into Sibuna and Rufus and it was bad for him, but he was involved. And S2, he was just amazing, they managed to connect his family and his family troubles with something that Sibuna would’ve needed for the Mask of Anubis: the Frobisher Gem. It all came together perfectly.

we didn’t get anything of Mr. Sweet telling Eddie about his Osirian thing or their family history.

The way they treated KT when they thought she was evil. It was so messed up, honestly, that poor baby. (though I did appreciate that the other residents noticed, like at breakfast when she sat down and no one looked at her, and he said, “Good morning, KT.” and he just noticed something was wrong. And then Joy and Mara noticed. I just really feel like that was the moment where Jerome and Joy coulda been more involved with Sibuna again- wait what am I saying)

No, when they and Patricia and Alfie were at the Gatehouse and they tried to warn them about the ceremony is when JOY AND JEROME SHOULDA GOTTEN INVOLVED IN SIBUNA AGAIN. Or like, at least be more aware, I mean come on?? Joy, you’re better than this. And Jerome, you’ve seen enough weird stuff to know when it’s Sibuna-related and usually that means deadly-related so you’re whole having two girlfriends thing can wait for a while.

Caroline Denby sucked. (And Caroline Forbes from TVD is a fan favorite of mine and not to mention that MY NAME IS CAROLINE so imagine that).

the fact that we got rid of the real Victor was kinda just wrong for me. I mean, Victor has always been a pain in the ass with the kids, and he’s usually wanted what they were after as well but he’d never resort to murder or anything like that, so when he got turned into a sinner and lost his friggin soul (yes, they said that, this is true) we truly lost Victor and I didn’t like that at all.

Season 1 was all about a mystery but also partly conspiracy, there was a moment between all five of Sibuna where they got proof and realistic statements after Joy lied to them (at the insistence of her dad) they were starting to think that the mystery wasn’t real and almost backed out of the search. Remember? Nina said, “You guys aren’t giving up on me, right?” Anyway, that was that. It was all about finding more information about what really happened and what’s really going on. About finding answers.

Season 2 was darker, it was a race against time because unlike the mystery of the first season, this one was more about saving themselves. Nina’s life and her friends and Gran would’ve died, it’s a great motivator to go through the tunnels. And there were moments where we see just how serious this is, there’s one shot where Nina is in a dream sequence in the house and all her friends are running away from her, terrified. And even when Victor sees her, he backs away in fear and hides himself in his office and then in the mirror it’s revealed Nina’s dressed and appears as Senkhara. And then when Senkhara freezes Vera, Victor knows it’s time to back away, he’s scared, he’s worried, so we see him do what he has to do to get Vera back. And when he’s playing the game? With Sibuna as his game pieces on the huge board? When Alfie disappeared, he backed out, he knew when to stop and almost considered calling Mr. Sweet to do something about it.

Meanwhile, Season 3 was all dark evil stuff, run for your life or your literal soul will be taken. It’s the end of the world if they awaken this sleeping dude, we need heroes to stop the bad team. Oh no, he’s awake, now he’s going to unleash hell and evil and it’s the end of the world, only now everyone’s converted to the evil and it’s real bad, we need heroes desperately. 

This season might’ve been more dark or good vs. evil type of thing but it just didn’t feel right for HOA. The show has always been subtle, it’s quiet and the kids solve the mystery and they do everything very hushed and private, this season sort of felt like WHOAH PIE IN YOUR FACE GUESS WHAT IM A SIBUNA what with turning the whole school into sinners, I just didn’t like the whole school being this active. but that’s me personally. 

Robert Frobisher-Smythe being the one in the tank is ridiculous considering wE SAW HIS FRIGGIN GHOST AT THE END OF S1. And honestly, bringing him in and saying that he’s going to bring forth a darkness to make people evil and bring the apocalypse is just a really bland plot. It’s no mystery, it’s legit good guys vs. a villain. It’s a ‘save the world’ plot, yeah like we’ve never seen that before.

We love the mystery, where was it? oh right, nowhere.

When the four descendants of Robert’s expedition party were revealed: Patricia, Joy, Alfie and Jerome, there could have so much content.

The four of them speaking in unison while they sleep should’ve been used more.

Remember the childhood lullabies they were supposed to use to find a random artifact? Those lullabies were riddles and other than that cylinder that KT opened using her synesthesia, it was the only thing that made it feel like good old days of House of Anubis.

again, making Robert the man in the tank and then evil was just stupid. im not gonna approach the fact that he took the punishment meant for his expedition party and that’s why he’s cursed, and now he’s evil? oh gods

again, seeing the three OG Sibuna gang members evil and not on Sibuna kept killing me.

that ending bugged me

like oh no! everyone’s gone insane, we gotta shut this thing down before it devours more souls. TWO HOURS LATER and now it’s time to enjoy fireworks and Fabian and Mara and flirting and its so unnecessary, whyy??

Leave Mara with Jerome (in which he didnt cheat) and Willow is happy with Alfie and KT and Joy are out there being gay as hell. Those are the ships that shoulda happened.

Honestly, when I think back at S2 and Amber and Nina are there, it just brings back such good vibes. S2 really is the best season, but I stand by my love for Eddie and KT. Friendship goals AF. Like I said before, the third season was in your face, it was loud and it was telling everyone ‘end of the world’ and when you think about it, it’s perfect for the characters they introduced. S1 and S2 fit so well for Nina, because she’s like that, she’s quiet yet badass and is about riddles and mysteries. Meanwhile, Eddie is loud and wants to get this over with, LET’S BREAK INTO OUR TEACHER’S HOUSE BECAUSE I HAVE A HUNCH. YOU WANNA SEE THE SLEEPING MAN’S FACE, FABIAN? LET’S REMOVE THE GLASS. LET’S STEAL THE TANK WITH THE SLEEPING MAN IN BROAD DAYLIGHT.  LET ME JUST BARGE INTO VICTOR’S OFFICE TO TAKE YOUR KEY BACK, KT. LET’S DO WHATEVER IMPORTANT TASK OR MISSION WE NEED HAVE TONIGHT. LET ME BANG AGAINST PIPES AND BRICKS REALLY LOUDLY. And let me tell you, it just makes me laugh how into it he gets, like “why not?” it’s just so funny for some reason. Anyway, I think they decided to make this season fit what they wanted Eddie to be and that’s what they did. I loved Eddie’s performance, I loved him so much, I loved KT more. But I just didn’t love this season.

[ladylyra]

do your nuzlocke characters all have names and stories and personalities? if so i want to hear more about your unova nuzlocke friends!

LONG POST AHEAD

Okay, so the protagonist of my soulsilver and white2 nuzlockes is named Halle, and while in soulsilver it was very much “her” story, i focused more on gijinkas and the pokemon themselves in white2.

rin, my sunflora, is the daughter of my sunflora, ieyasu, from my soulsilver nuzlocke. i figured if i was gonna use two sunflora they’d somehow be connected. she liked to be babied all the time, blamed her weaknesses on her unevolved form, and while she was considerably weak up until the time she evolved, it was also her mentality holding her back. in terms of character she learned to despise this mentality when she saw all her friends growing to surpass her. (kind of seen here) she saw how yuki, like her, remained unevolved for a period of time; her, without a stone, he, without a friend. she filled that hole for him. even if he was a bit insensitive at first, she really does feel a connection with him. they took down many gyms together! she is the binding factor to my entire team, helping keep everyone in somewhat high spirits even when things are tense. she and yuki’s relationship becomes romantic over time.

muramasa, my samurott, was a natural born leader. this was to a fault, because he’d always be getting into fights others would be more than capable of taking on. he’d always get himself hurt and, well, in the end, fainted because of that. despite being kind of stoic, he wears his heart on his sleeve (who knows, he might actually be expressive under the mouth cover.) for a while he failed to realize that protecting rin constantly wasn’t helping her grow. while he originally also doted on elline, he came to train alongside her rather than for her. very much a “big brother” to the entire team except for elline, who i always saw as at least slightly romantic.

elline, my krookodile, is a powerhouse, but shes kind of finicky; self proclaimed ‘princess of the desert’ she demanded to be carried around and treated like royalty all the time (murmasa obliged to this and they kind of fell into a princess/knight role.) despite her attitude she was and is one of the strongest members of my team, but it took time for her to get over her mentality and help without being asked to. after muramasa “died” she really couldn’t deal with the thought of becoming a leader and having the welfare of others on her shoulders, so she kind of withdrew, leading to rin becoming the leader despite her...or, well, what everybody else thought her to be. she was very wary of acai and nari when they first joined the team because it was right after jack and muramasa died. she has no patience for yuki and acai and how clownish they act.

wess, my umbreon, went from a humble city boy to a pop star. he loves attention of any kind, even negative, but preferably you’re fawning over him. he didn’t fully integrate into the team by the time i boxed him in favor of jack, but he was a useful member (aren’t all defensive tanks in nuzlockes?)

yuki, my swoobat, started out as a menace to society. he grew up in a cave, on his own for the most part, with little regard to how his “jokes” may have harmed others. he didn’t have many friends, the few he did were just as rude as him, so it’s not like he ever had someone there to check when he was acting like a jerk and make him realize what was socially unacceptable. being a pokemon that evolves by friendship, this lead to some problems. rin, the most bombastic and happy member of my team, became who i thought could cure this attitude of his. they were both the last to evolve on my team from their base forms at the time so there was some solidarity there, and she was also one of the first people who went out of their way to get under his unpleasant exterior and make him realize that there’s consequence that comes with his behavior. while originally he only had a “soft spot” for her, he eventually warmed up to anyone that would accept him. being a bit more conscious of his behavior now, he’s actually got major anxiety forming genuine connections with others, both from guilt over his previous attitude and wondering still if he’ll say something to mess things up. rin’s kind of like a safety net to him, and he’s also a big comfort to her, given how long shes known him at this point; after muramasa’s death, they were the ‘oldest’ members of the team (those i had the longest) so even in the ever changing landscape they were like security to each other. hes usually seen with her--theyre practically inseparable at this point--but besides that he can be seen with acai. the three of them are like a clown car.

richie, my cofagrigus, actually ties back to my platinum nuzlocke. i had a tentacruel named richie who died during the elite four and it was heartbreaking considering i had him for such a long time. he was very nerdy at the time, a bit shy, didn’t mend too well, but even then. he was my baby. two years later to now, i caught a yamask and i saw the opportunity and took it, naming it after richie. in the story canon, it’s the same richie. he suffers from amnesia and doesn’t have much direction in his life. he’s near constantly wondering what he’s meant for, why he’s here, and if he’ll ever be truly accepted by the team (in reality he’s kind of the one closing himself off and not interacting, but that’s his anxiety for you.) he blames himself for the death of jack (in real life i was debating switching in my altaria or him against hydreigon because either was risky....as you can guess, i made the wrong choice) and becomes even more recluse. jack and muramasa died in the same battle, so this coincides with rin becoming leader, at which point she near forces him to be included. he was a star player during my elite four run next to elline, by which point he finally gets his memories back, and wonders if he has finally proven himself to his old friends and new ones. (i actually did a small comic about this i never posted, i have a lot of small doodles that never make it to tumblr...haha...unless?)

acai, my vanilluxe, entered the team with a purpose. he would be the defeater of dragons now that jack was gone. he and nari came on the team at the exact same time, only a route apart, so i think they were friends, or at least acquainted, beforehand. they don’t mesh super well, considering acai is very laid back and happy and jokey and nari is always going on about his “training.” acai and yuki become good friends almost immediately; acai was almost like yuki but a lot less unintentionally rude and a lot more oblivious. he mostly hangs out with him and rin, who didn’t really plan that arrangement, but she does have a lot of fun around them, and she likes seeing yuki actually enjoy the company of others. he has a tense relationship with elline, even after she warms up to nari. he is completely unaware of this “tense relationship” because he cannot read the atmosphere.

nari, my mienshao, is pretty straight faced and serious. he puts a lot of value in his strength and focus whether it be mental or physical. he and elline are a bit standoffish at first because she was refusing to accept he was a member of the team, given her close relationship with muramasa, and her unwillingness to let any other people into her heart after being so hurt, but she does get to a point where she doesn’t mind him. i feel like maybe if my nuzlocke went on longer they would have been good friends; train together, hang out, all that...they do share a nature, after all.

jack, my altaria, was a relatively short member of the team, and he had died not long after i caught him. he helped me with drayden alongside richie and died at ghetsis. for the short time i did have him, i always saw him as a ‘do what must without any nonsense’ type of person; a little bit sassy and proper, but that may be to do with how i named him after one of my ocs that’s kind of in the same vein. he died at the same time as muramasa, and given i had muramasa for longer i was much more focused on losing him than jack.

lucas, my azumarill, was only on my team for the beginning of the team. i didn’t really have a need for him (in the least rude way possible im saying this) so i replaced him with...i believe it was yuki; that, or wess. i don’t really remember. anyways, he wasn’t the sharpest fellow, but he was certainly nice. before he left the team he and rin were close friends...by the time he was an azumarill she was still a little sunkern, to put into perspective how outclassed she was beginning to feel, haha.

obviously i had more time to develop some members more than others, but i do love them all dearly, and they’re probably my favorite nuzlocke bunch of mine. thank you for humoring my long rambling, friend!

[chanbangblog]

ive only felt religion when ive lied with you- 1

A/N: (smut, Chan x reader, Canon compliant, fan/idol)

The sun peeped in at you through the small slit in the curtains. Your eyes fluttered open and then closed again. You laid there in a beautiful mix of sleep and awake when suddenly you realized you were late for work. You sat up and became perplexed at your surroundings, this was definitely not your room.

Wait, where am I… you started to wonder.

You looked over to see Robyn lying next to you, still asleep looking quite peaceful and hugging her Chimmy plushie. Then you realized you weren’t at home, and this wasn’t just any day, this was the day you were going to meet Stray Kids.

Your heart began to speed up at your sudden realization. You looked around the room and empty cans of hard cider littered the bedside table. Last night’s pad Thai was sitting on the dresser, probably harboring god knows how many bacteria after sitting out at room temperature all night. You felt a tinge of nausea at the thought of it, or any food for that matter.

Oh god. Am I going to be able to eat today? I have to eat, I’ll never be able to stand in line and make it through the concert if I don’t eat. Let alone have the strength to survive MEETING THEM at hi-touch.

You pushed your hair behind your ears, closed your eyes and focused on your breathing.

Not today, anxiety. It’s too early for this bullshit.

Your therapist had taught you to talk to your anxiety like it was a person. Speaking of him, God bless that man for listening to you over the past several months preparing for this day. You had drilled him for an endless amount of coping mechanisms in order make sure that you, quite literally, didn’t faint when you met the nine boys who seemingly occupied your every thought.

You rolled out of bed as cautiously as you could, so you didn’t wake Robyn. You walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Your hair was stuck to the side of your head and you had sleep still in the corners of your eyes. You decided to take a shower and think about what to have for breakfast.

The hot water beat into your skin and steam began to fill the bathroom. You inhaled deeply. Trying to focus on the present and not psych yourself out about the night ahead.

You’re just giving them a high five. Hundreds of fans will get to do the same. They definitely won’t remember you, you’ll blend in with the millions of other girls who are desperately in love with them.

 This thought calms you for a moment. Being rational in situations of stress wasn’t particularly your strong suit, so you were happy with this little victory.

When you got out of the shower you checked your phone. You had several notifications from Instagram from realstraykids. Hyunjin was posting selfies and talking about being excited for the concert tonight. Swiping through the pictures he took with other members, Chris got your attention. His hair was a golden blonde and was starting to grow so long, it looked like a borderline mullet with the way it was styled.

“Chris with a mullet steals my soul!!!!” you commented on the picture and then put your phone away.

You walked back into the room and Robyn was awake. You took one look at her and burst into the most high pitched squeal you could manage.

Well. Being calm was nice while it lasted.

“Good god, y/n. Are you gonna be like this all day?” Robyn asked, already looking done with your shit.

 Robyn didn’t originally stan Stray Kids. You introduced them to her after you got the tickets. You had been to kpop concerts with her in the past so she seemed like the obvious choice to go with you. You had invited Robyn over a couple months ago and had a “hard intro to Stray Kids” Youtube watching session. Which had included videos like “stray kids on crack” and “a super shitty and unhelpful guide to stray kids.” She eventually chose two biases, Minho and Jisung. When she had told you later that night you were overjoyed because you had predicted who she would bias.

“NO WAY!!!!” you had screeched, “I texted my friend earlier and predicted you would bias them! Just so I could show you when I was right!”

What could you say, you love Robyn, but she has a certain type that always wrecks her. Pretty baby faces and strong vocals. You couldn’t blame her though, they were both an excellent choice.

You snapped back to the present.

“Uh no. I’m calm, I just, uh… yeah I’m gonna be like this all day.” You confessed.

Thank God I have a friend brave enough to put up with me.

The morning went by faster than you thought it would. You all ordered breakfast and spent the morning watching Jinyoung’s new kdrama. You wanted to get to the venue early-ish because even though you had good tickets, you were still GA and didn’t want to be shoved completely to the back of your section.

 You had spent months picking the perfect outfit that you would feel confident in to meet them. It was May so you weren’t sure about the weather, but you decided to bank on it being hot outside. You chose a sleeveless shirt that was metallic gold, with a bow that tied around the front and buttoned down. You had also chosen a skort set that looked like a black mini-skirt but actually had shorts underneath and low-top combat boots to complete the look. You curled your hair and tried to give it as much volume as possible. Not that it would matter, you knew it would be matted to your head with sweat by the end of the concert. But hey, you gotta look good for the pics for the ‘gram, right?

 You arrived at the venue and was baking outside under the morning sun, it was sweltering, you didn’t expect this for May. Your skin was baking under the late spring sun. You definitely had a sunburn and had only been in line for an hour.

Why on Earth did I wear a tank top...I’m not gonna be able to raise my arm to high five them without the smell knocking them down!

Suddenly an image of Jeongin falling backward at the smell of your body odor made you laugh out loud. You could see the headlines now, “kpop fangirl’s body odor causes singer to faint.” I mean, it would be hilarious, mortifying, but hilarious.

The concert was a blur, as always. You sang along to all the words you knew and your voice felt hoarse towards the end. You couldn’t believe how close you were to them. The venue was much smaller than you had anticipated. The light was shining off of them and their sweat made them glisten. You were so close you could see their muscles rippling under their denim when they danced.

Felix began talking to the fans about how much he loves us and wants to keep performing well for us. Felix and Changbin are my biases so I was completely engulfed in his cute Aussie accent being spoken 40 feet from me. It was almost too much. The members were fanned out across the stage while he talked and Chris drifted over to the side I was on. The girls and boys around me went wild trying to speak to him but he probably couldn’t hear them.

Rude. My baby Felix is having a moment and y’all are acting like idiots trying to talk over him.

Robyn elbowed me hard in the rib.

“Y/n,” she breathed, “Chris is staring in our direction.”

 You looked over and locked eyes with him. You froze. You always thought you knew what you would do if you came face to face with one of your idols. But you were wrong. You didn’t feel the way you had predicted at all. You thought your knees would buckle. You thought you would scream or perhaps cry. But you didn’t. You couldn’t describe the feeling that came over you under his gaze. You couldn’t describe it other than feeling totally confident and empowered for the first time in a long time. You realized you needed to react before he looked away so you winked and attempted to look sexy. Then he raised an eyebrow at you, kept your gaze and went back to get in line for the next song.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT! WHY DID I WINK? WHO DOES THAT OH MY GOD.

You were going though it inside and Robyn could tell.

“Um, what was that?? Girl, you just had an interaction with him!” Robyn whispered in your ear.

 You looked around and none of the concert-goers around you seemed to notice. No one was looking at you. You began to wonder if you imagined it. Your cheeks were burning a fiery red and your stomach felt like it was being assaulted with a swarm of butterflies.

How am I going to face him at hi-touch after that?? God y/n you were supposed to try to blend in.

You told your inner voice to fuck off, just like your therapist had taught you. But the rest of the concert, you couldn’t keep your eyes off Chris.

   You were standing in line for hi-touch and your knees were buckling. You felt like your entire body was on edge and your insides were being electrocuted.

“You’re going to pass out if you keep holding your breath, y/n.” Robyn quietly reminded you. You suddenly realized you had been holding your breath.

“How did I get here? Maybe we should just run.”  You said in a panicked voice.

Robyn looked you up and down like you had just spoken another language.

“Y/n, we’re not being marched to our deaths, we’re meeting this band that you have been obsessing over for months! Get it together! Breathe!” Robyn said while starting to shake you.

She’s right. What the hell is wrong with you. You paid so much money for these tickets and your bank account is still recovering. You’re doing this.

The line was starting to move faster than you would like. You got closer and closer to where you knew the boys were standing. You saw them in the distance and suddenly realized how tall they were in real life. You should’ve anticipated this since you already knew you were shorter than the shortest member.

They’re just people. They’re just boys. You talk to boys all the time.

You started to calm down. Until you locked eyes with Chris in the distance.

What was it about his gaze that made you take on a totally different attitude and mindset? Five seconds earlier you were contemplating running again. Now it felt like all of Earth’s gravity was holding you here in this one spot, like this was the only place you were ever supposed to be at this moment in time. You felt confident under his gaze, you felt bold.

You’re still not sure what possessed you, but you broke the gaze to start searching through your purse. You found a receipt and quickly ripped a small piece of the end. The line was moving and you were forced to walk while ransacking your purse. You finally found a pen. You tried to be as nonchalant as you could so you didn’t attract attention from other fans.

As sneakily as you could, you quickly scribbled: Kakao y/n0325.

Good god, why did I put their debut date in my name on there…I’m such a psycho. That’s so embarrassing.

But you didn’t have time to ponder on that because it was almost your turn. You didn’t have a plan. You didn’t know how you were going to get this to him without being noticed, but you did know that it felt right and you wanted to do it. Chris was the last member in the lineup.

 Woojin was first. You had already planned out what you were going to say to each of them. You got up to him and his chocolate brown hair was gleaming in the fluorescence. Your hands met and you felt your mind go blank, he was smiling at you as you grappled with your words in your head.

“YOUR VOICE IS LIKE HONEY,” you blurted out, half-yelling at the poor man.

He just laughed and said thank you as you moved on.

Minho was looking at you smiling with his hand up. You didn’t struggle as long with finding words this time.

“I’m so proud of you, I love you to death,” You said as you passed by.

He laughed and said thank you in the cutest accent you’ve ever heard.

Changbin was next. Your bias, which made your thoughts become even more erratic than they had been before. You just started smiling uncontrollably and said “Hiiiiii, I love you Changbinnie” and he looked back at you fondly and said he loved you too.

You were face to face with Hyunjin before you realized it and my, was he good looking, it was like an angel was literally standing in front of you.

“You’re even cuter in person,” you said as fast as you could while touching hands with him. He just laughed and nodded in response.

You couldn’t think of anything else, your mind was at overload when you met Felix, Jisung, Jeongin and Seungmin. So you just told them you loved them as fast and as many times as you could.

When you got to Chris, you finally looked up at him and felt a shiver rip through your core. Your heart felt like it had dropped into your stomach. You felt like you were in an elevator that was falling down with reckless abandon. You raised your right hand up to give him a high five. Your hand was empty. But at the last second you switched and raised your left hand up as quickly as you could and the piece of paper was between your hands. You moved your hand slightly so he could feel it and finally spoke.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, but this just isn’t long enough.” You said with all the confidence you could muster.

His eyes sparked as he realized what you were doing. He moved his hand and quickly closed it and put it in his pocket.

“Oh yes, I agree,” he said, very coolly with that unmistakable smile that he always shows the world. The smile that you had become so fond of over the last several months. The smile that gave fans hope all around the world and now, at this moment, he was smiling because of you.

  For the second time that night, Robyn looked at you in disbelief as you rounded the corner in the hall way exiting the venue.

“Y/n, you’re the smoothest human alive,” she said with a shocked expression on her face.

You suddenly busted into cackling laughter. It overwhelmed you and wracked your body. Bubbling up from your core. You couldn’t control it. You’re sure you were unnerving everyone near you with your maniacal laughter. Everyone knows, nothing comes good after maniacal laughter. You laughed until your abdominal muscles ached, and tears were spilling down your cheeks.

“That was the best time of my life,” you said in between bouts of laughter.

Robyn started laughing too and you two called a cab to head back to your hotel.

 You tried not to dwell on your interaction with Chris. He had been nice and a bit flirty, but he was like that with all Stays. You had watched countless youtube compilations of your idols flirting with fans. It was normal. It was nothing special. That’s what you told yourself when you arrived back in your hotel room and your heart was still fluttering in your chest, refusing to return to its normal pace.

Hey, I’m going at my own pace, Chris would at least be proud of that.

You suddenly started laughing again at your own thoughts and told Robyn you were getting in the shower. She was probably very thankful for this, after the events of the day and the copious amounts of sweat you had shed. You turned on your slow kpop playlist and once again let the steam fill up the room while the water beat down on you. You put your head up against the tile wall of the shower and let the water envelop you.

 I had an interaction with Chris. Fans have interactions with their idols all the time at concerts. He was very charismatic, you already knew that. Stop overthinking it and just be happy you made these memories with them, y/n.

Your heart rate began to slow and you focused on the water and the steady hum the shower made. Tomorrow you and Robyn were going into the city and it was going to be a good day. You were going to have a good day with your friend and recount concert memories. Life was good.

You stepped out of the shower and grabbed your phone to turn off the playlist. Butterfly by BTS was playing and you were about to sing along for a few words when you checked your notifications.

You had a few comments on your Instagram posts but your eyes glazed over when you saw what was next.

A notification from Kakao, a notification from none other than Christopher Bang himself.

[seulserenity]

Christmas miracle - Taeyeon scenario

[a/n] The prompt was “Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up.” 

[also this was one of the hardest and longest to write and sorry for the errors it’s so late and I’m tired okay? Go on read it, enjoy :) ]

24th December 2019 

You received a few strange texts in the lead up to Christmas from one of your close friends Taeyeon but after conferring with Sunny you both put the sad texts down to it being that time of year. Christmas time was always tough since the 18th of December 2018, tough on every shawol and idol in the community but especially Taeyeon struggled to cope during the winter months. 

Shortly after this text, she left you on read; of course you worried and fretted over Taeyeon but you also had an entire extended family to visit for Christmas so it couldn’t be helped that you had little time to spare to try and do a manhunt of Taeyeon. You drove back to your family home in Ulsan for the holidays, cousins from all over Asia and Europe flocked in with Aunts and Uncles and all your time was spent cooking, catching up, entertaining kids and visiting old friends. The lead up to Christmas you’d been manically shopping with some of your friends in Seoul and tying up loose ends there, you gave your presents to the members of SNSD you were close with and hid Taeyeon’s in her flat so she could find it on the 25th of December. Normally you went home for the festive season so this wasn’t anything new but this would be the first year Taeyeon would be alone in her flat instead of the family home in Jeju; her mum had been insistent that Taeyeon join them on the family trip Hayeon had organised to Australia but since that would mean leaving before Jonghyun’s death day Taeyeon was reluctant to go. Every single year since 2017 Taeyeon had always gone at 11 pm on the 18th of December to sit with Jonghyun for a while, the SHINee members and fellow SM label mates knew of this and out of respect for the senior singer they left that slot of the day exclusively for Taeyeon to sit without disturbances and just pay her respects and it had become a sort of routine for Taeyeon now, one which she wasn’t about to break. 

Sunny unfortunately also went to California during Christmas for the first time in years which meant that Taeyeon truly was alone. Taeyeon had seemed happier this year, over time wounds close even if they leave a scar they'll be a bit less painful than they once were and for Taeyeon this was true. She'd thrown herself into concerts and variety shows as well as finding new hobbies to entertain herself and it was almost as if the pain could be suppressed for her; the last time you'd caught up for coffee (just the two of you in your favourite Starbucks) she had been smiling and had put on weight which made you glad that she was healthier and happier. It seemed surreal the improvement she’d been able to make in such a short time and especially seeing how fast paced her life was, not only was it amazing for you to see this progress as one of her close friends but also because you were very much caught in the feels for the petite blonde. Sunny had noticed it when Taeyeon first introduced you to her members and she’d jumped on the chance to DM you later about it; in fact the friendship had bloomed from there and Sunny soon became your go-to life guru. From meeting Taeyeon you’d gained two best friends and a huge ass crush but you were so thankful (maybe not so for the crush) since beforehand you hadn’t been the most outgoing girl in the city. 

Five minutes of rest. That was all you got, after scrubbing the house clean and then taking a nap you had five minutes before the chaos returned and so reaching for your phone you sent a message to Taeyeon. 

You hoped this little message would reassure her, even a small text could do wonders when you felt truly miserable and it wasn’t long now at all until the 25th of December after which you would head back to Seoul for the New Years celebration with some city friends. Taeyeon only really had to hold on for two more days until boxing day given it was currently the 24th and after lasting the past week and a half alone it didn’t seem much more to you until at least one of her friends would be back to spend time with her. No more than 2 minutes after the text was delivered, the front door thudded open and little feet padded towards you in a horde; this had to be the best part about returning to your family home, when you saw all the little kids. You could vividly remember when they were all born and how small they had been then and now looking at how mature they’d become and how much they’d grown since you last saw them. It felt like a mother’s pride and for a brief second you wondered what it would feel like with your own children one day, images of Taeyeon with your baby cousins flashed through your mind and try as you might to forget or dispel them it seemed they were super-glued to the idea of future children. Insistent hands pulled your sweater and tugged you back into the snug living room, your mind fully focused on the kids you rose from the chair and followed the rest of your rowdy bunch to the table leaving your phone in the armchair. 

Dinner was a lively affair as always; hands would tangle over one another to reach various dishes along the long glass table and small mouths chewed noisily, in a way the children reminded you of the shikshins you’d come to be familiar with. Sooyoung and Yoona had the same vivacity and enthusiasm to gobble up plate after plate as the little ones, even the way they grinned as they shoveled food in was eerily similar. That pang came back of wanting to see all of your Seoul crew again but looking around the table at the old and young who all bore shining faces, it became harder to want to leave this haven. Your childhood had felt much like a bubble; surrounded by the theme parks and awe-inspiring landscapes it had been a thriving environment. Both you and your younger brother had visited the mountain and caves, hauled your tiny bodies through museum after museum and spent most of the summer at the beach which in hindsight was a very idyllic lifestyle to grow up (especially in compared to some of the children you’d seen in Seoul). Seeing the difference had made you grateful for the childhood you’d had and you felt it was only right to maintain visits with your parents consequently, your parents had given you an amazing childhood and the least you could do was pay them back by not being an absent child as an adult. It was so quiet without the little ones here and there were no doubts in your mind that your mother and father must get lonely at some times of the year, your brother came as often as he could but being a firefighter it was rare for him to be able to get long holidays so you became the torch bearer so to speak. 

Dinner evolved into coffees and after eights, the children were headed to bed by now and you closed their door and headed down with your aunt, excusing yourself to grab your phone before joining the adults in the dining room. The phone lay in the armchair buzzing repeatedly, your brothers contact name flashed on the screen and once the name had stopped flashing a series of frantic texts were sprawled across your baymax lock screen. You dialed your brother back and put him on speaker so you could scroll through the possible hundreds of texts received while you were gone, his gruff voice chimed through greeting you. 

“Noona, I was trying to get a hold of a you. Taeyeon-noona was sitting on the roof edge of her flat block, well she still is. We’ve been here for over 3 hours trying to talk to her and help her, policewomen tried also. Could you possibly drive over here and help us?”

Without even replying you hung up on him, texting a quick : 

I’ll be there Jaejin. Xx

You rushed to grab your coat and the KIA car keys before unlatching the front door. Hearing the latch slide across bolt alerted your mum and she practically teleported to the hallway to confront you about where you were going not even 12 hours before Christmas Day. 

“Jaejin needs my help to get someone off the edge of a roof eomma, I can’t refuse that because then what kind of noona would I be? You raised me to always be good to others and to lead by example.” 

“It’s Taeyeon isn’t it?” 

“How..is this a parent thing or like..”

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to lie to me. Okay so she couldn’t survive one holiday alone but I won’t hold anything against her for it. She is one of your closest friends and besides she deserves a Christmas miracle I guess. Go get your girl tiger.” Whispered encouragement and a sneaky wink pushed you over the threshold. 

“ You’re not..mad or even..upset by who I am?” Choked words fell out of your mouth. 

“ GO Y/N Y/L/N! WASN’T THIS AN EMERGENCY? YAH. I AM STILL YOUR MOTHER AND I DEMAND YOU GO HELP HER INSTEAD OF FAFFING OVER THESE TRIVIAL MATTERS PABO!” 

Cold slender fingers opened the door and bundled you in, warm kisses on your cheeks before the ignition started and the KIA rolled out of the driveway. Even halfway down the road you could still see her small form waving at you and with newfound determination you stepped on the acceleration pedal. The entire drive to the airport you’d spent singing with Urban Zakapa through all of their second album then occasionally calling your brother for an update on Taeyeon and before boarding you’d texted your brother to pick you up in precisely 1 hour and 50 minutes. 

During the flight you’d napped and tossed and turned around in your seat, horrible scenarios ran through your mind and you forced yourself to focus on photos on your phone instead. Dorky photos of your family and friends showed up one after another and you eventually scrolled onto the day you and Taeyeon had gone to an aquarium. That dork had worn her nemo onesie the whole day and the two of you took the weirdest (but for Taeyeon adorablest) photos as you walked through the tank exhibitions. Even now on the flight the flurry of happiness and giddiness rushed through you from that day, such vivid memories were always there on your day trips and in your 1 hour and 40 minutes you mentally gave yourself a pep talk. Her life was filled with all of these wonderful memories, scrolling through your KaoKao talk chat it was obvious from the many selfies with others that Taeyeon was the object of many of her friends endless love. Not only amongst friends and family was Taeyeon adored but by men and women and children alike all over Korea; despite her protests she was the nation’s idol and their shining star. 

Fuelled by the desire to keep the one you loved alive and to prove to Taeyeon that she wasn’t alone and that people loved and cared for her you eagerly headed to passport security once exiting the plane before virtually running to your brother at the arrivals lounge.

Both of you hopped into his slightly larger Hyundai and headed to the flat block. The drive over felt solemn and rap reverberated softly throughout the car until you reached the tall grey building. Firemen and officers greeted you as you walked through the hallway; the elevator ride was smooth and Mamamoo’s “Taller than you” was played through speakers. Your brother and you lost composure the minute the diss track started playing, any calming and respectful atmosphere that was created evaporated in that elevator. The level before the roof opened and you stepped out, Jaejin waited before the doors to the roof and gave you and Taeyeon some space. For that you were thankful because it was going to get heavy and deep real quick. 

Stepping out on the roof was a slap to the face, you thought you were past all the suicide scares but here you are. Her thin legs were resting on the concrete, arms wrapped around herself as one would before dropping down a chute and the slightest breeze would sway her form. 

“boo” you whispered with a chuckle, 

she laughed back. It was hollow and short, clearly your crappy joke wasn’t gonna fix this. 

You walked over to the edge and stood next to Taeyeon and slightly behind her, one hand swung back to greet yours and soon she was gripping onto you for life. The way she gripped so tightly made you reconsider whether she actually did want this or whether it was a desperate plea for help, it felt as if even if she dropped she would float. Paper Taeng as she was known and now you saw why, lithe legs and arms looked weightless but Taeyeon treated them like dead weights. Hunched shoulders and a droopy frame was how she sat and you thought that must be how you look when you walk given how much your mother scolded you on posture. 

“Yeonnie, I- well, there was a call. You were in danger and I know you needed help so I hopped on a plane to help except now I’m here I don’t really know where to start. Do you want to- Only if you’re comfortable, to talk things through? Is it better to just drag you away from here or what works best?” 

“Serenity, remember my tattoo? That’s what I want, I’m a walking hypocrite you know? I want to be with you all, I want to hang out with you lot. I don’t like being excluded but I also want to be alone, sometimes the darkness hits and I can’t face being around people no matter how much I crave for it.” 

“Why don’t you try forcing yourself out, I know its tough bu-” 

“It’s so tough, y/n you can’t feel it or know it unless you’ve been there. I cant just force myself out of my flat heck sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up.” 

You unfolded your fingers and pulled her back into your arms, she sighed deeply and unevenly. Your hands ran soft soothing circles on her thighs and exhaled too; both of you sat there for some time. Traffic and street vendors hustled below and you both listened to the unaware city goers down below; you hummed a lullaby in her ear still softly drawing circles on her thighs. Her soft body relaxed against your front as the familiar lyrics drifted into the night sky. 

아리랑, 아리랑, 아라리요...

아리랑 고개로 넘어간다

나를 버리고 가시는 님은

십리도 못가서 발병난다.

청천하늘엔 잔별도 많고

우리네 가슴엔 희망도 많다.

저기 저 산이 백두산이라지

동지 섣달에도 꽃만 핀다.

Taeyeon closed her eyes and hummed with you, the traditional melody floated off and the two of you just rested on the rooftop for a while. The atmosphere was calm and serene, 

that was what Taeyeon had wanted. Serenity. 

You hauled her off the edge and she helped by swinging her legs round too. Arms looped around your neck and your hands fell to her waist to support her standing, bless her she didn’t look like she was warm enough to stand after all this time on the cold roof. Your hands around her waist and her hands around your neck but neither of you could look the other in the eye. Awkwardness crept in and Taeyeon started humming baby shark, it was a defense mechanism you knew but in that moment after the drama of the whole evening it made you laugh. You threw your head back laughing and heard Taeyeon’s ahjumma chuckle echoing too, your heads pulled back to normal height at the same time and as you looked at her babyish face you became sucked in. Possibilities of universes where she’d kiss you or tell you that it she’d be yours ran through your mind and you got lost in the contours of her face but a brief kiss on the cheek and a hand tugging yours soon brought you back to the reality. 

“Wait, this hand-holding, is this gonna be like permanent? Because I don’t know if you realise Miss Kim but this is bad for my heart and-” 

“Shush Miss y/l/n, not everything fits in a box.”  Her dorky grin was back on her face and for now at least she would be okay. 

Christmas day was shaping up to be the best one of your life you thought. 

[guccisvt]

Pole

Genre: || Romance || Drama ||

Word Count: 2776

Summary: Dance has long since been a passion of yours buried away. When a friend of yours invites you to join them in a dance class, you expected to be taken to a Zumba or a ballroom class. But the poles, sweat, and unnecessarily sexy dance teacher told you otherwise.

A/N: I LOVE TO DANCE. If I could afford it, is would totally take pole dancing classes. They are amazing for your body, just sayin~ *Btw: Beat for the God's - An extremely attractive person. It’s short but lemme tell you, i found this rather...mmm, nice. I may or may not continue. Idk, i’ll think about it.

To say you were nervous was probably an understatement.

"C'mon. You've been cooped up in your flat for weeks and, how could you turn this down, you LOVE dancing!"

You recalled the memory of your good friend who had convinced you to join her in a dance class. Just as she said, you didn't turn her down. Though, as convincing as she was, it wasn't like she had put a gun to your head or anything.

Still...peer pressuring you wasn't very nice.

Regardless of that, you arrived to the dance studio in your car and waited for your friend to arrive as well. It was a little odd, you thought, of the class to be held in the evening. Normally you had heard of Zumba classes being more of a morning class but, it's not like it was FREAKY to have them at night.

You sat in your car for another ten minutes before you saw your friend hop out of their car a few spaces next to you. You watched as she walked up to the studio and noticed their clothes. They looked rather...uh...their clothing looked a bit more loose and covered a lot less than you had been prepared for.

You came dressed in a pair of black shorts and a red tank top With a light, black sweater over it. You looked very...comfortable....compared to your friend. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair before hopping out of your own car, taking your bag with you, and walking into the studio.

As you stepped inside, you found your friend waiting for you, greeting you as you walked in. "I promise, you're gonna love this class. It's super fun."

As they led you in, you found yourself feeling a little alienated by many different things. First thing that caught your eye was the number of feminine presenting people in the room who all looked *beat for the god's. So you instantly felt out of place. Next, the poles protruding out of the wood floor had you all sorts of nervous.

"Uh...what...sorta dancing...do you guys do here?" You asked your friend who went to pull out some water and a towel.

"Baby, this is a pole dancing class." They told you, smiling almost smugly at you. You could feel your palms grow sweaty and your eyes widened. "P-Pole dancing?"

"Hey everyone, sorry I'm a little late." A voice echoed into the room, earning everyone's attention, including yours. He looked tall and thin, and his bleach blonde hair looked a little moist. Maybe he had just freshened up?

He walked over to the front of the room and placed his bag down and removed the jean jacket that shielded him from the cold. He wore a plain oversized black shirt and some black skinny jeans which, among the many other good looking humans in the room, looked fairly normal.

"Alright, I hope everyone is ready to shake off their end of the week stress?" He spoke once again, earning a few woos and hollers from the group. As he turned around, he scanned the room for a moment, taking in everyone's faces.

Until he stopped on you.

"Oh, hello! You look like a new face." He said enthusiastically as he walked over to you. You were quite...distracted by his physique to say the least. He was probably the finest man you had ever laid eyes on.

"Yeah, they're a little nervous to be here." Your friend explained for you. You had found yourself gawking a little but, their smack to your arm was enough to make you pay attention to him again.

"There's no need to be nervous. Everyone in this class is here to better themselves. No one is here to judge. In here, we are all here to work our bodies to their fullest potential and to learn to love ourselves for ourselves. If at any point you don't feel comfortable, you can sit out or leave if you really want to." He explained, his friendly smile really pulling you in.

"I'm Wen Junhui by the way, I'm the dance instructor. I didn't get your name." He asked, placing a hand out to you. You shook it and awkwardly smiled, "(Y/n), ah...I have...never danced in a class before."

Jun nodded, "I see, well I promise you after this class, you'll definitely want to sign up and do it more often. And remember, in here, nothing is sexier than being confident." He made solid eye contact with you, winking casually. You gulped down your nerves and nodded, smiling back at him.

You didn't feel nervous anymore, maybe a little turned on by the teacher, but you generally felt....comfortable.

"Great. Shall we get started?" He asked, this time turning around to the rest of the room and repeating himself, "Shall we get started?" He exclaimed, earning another excited reaction from the room.

You chuckled as he turned away, glancing to your friend who could only snicker and shake their head at you. "You dirty dog." They called you and all you could do was laugh and shrug.

As you finally went to leave your stuff down, the bright lights in the room dimmed and Jun went around the room lighting candles around the room, setting the room into a warm and sensual vibe.

"Now class, let's get ready for our warm ups, any requests on a song?" He asked as the class walked out to their poles. You followed behind, finding a place by your friend. As no one replied, Jun walked over to the front of the room and crossed his arms.

“Cool, I’ll pick today’s warm up then. How about some Ariana? Ladies, I know you guys love Ariana.” He replied, taking out his phone and plugging it to the sound system. As soon as he pressed play, a vibration hit the floor that shook you to your core.

As the music started, you saw everyone begin to move. Some rolled their shoulders back, some rolled their head, some stretched, but everyone seemed to do their own thing without instruction.

You felt a little off by this as you didn’t know what you should be doing. “C’mon, just relax man.” Your friend exclaimed over the music as they began to walk back to you. But, Junhui cut them midway, “Ah. You go warm up, I’ll help our new student.” He told them. She could only smile and nod to him as they turned back to their area near their pole.

Junhui turned around and looked at you, eyeing you up and down, before chuckling. “You feel the vibration in the floor?” He asked, earning a quick nod from you. “Feel it. The music is there to guide you.” He continued, walking over and circling you slowly. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and as he did, you did. The words, the beat, the atmosphere had you feeling...hot.

“Hands behind you.” He ordered. You kept your eyes closed as you did what he said, placing your hands behind you. As the beat began to build, he grabbed your hands and pulled them gently, carefully pulling them out and closer until you found yourself leaning back into him.

You sighed as you felt him stretch you and as he did so, you gulped hard from the closeness. “Lean forward.” He ordered once again, this time, leaning over you as you did so. He kept your hands in his, lowering them to your back as you leaned forward. You tried not to focus on the fact that he was so...uncomfortably close and instead focused on your stretching. You both held there for a long moment before he straightened up, releasing your hands and moving his other hand on your rhomboid.

“Put your hands out, and when I lean you forward, you’re going to slowly get down.” He instructed, causing you to snap your eyes open.

“I-I’m not-”

“I’m not going to drop you, trust me.” He continued as he slowly leaned you forward. You put your hands out in front of you as he did so, bending your arms to help support you. As you did so, his other hand slipped underneath you, lifting your legs while he also controlled your back. You felt your body roll to the floor along to a riff in the music and for a second, you felt...turned on???

You sighed and laid on the floor for a moment.

“Good job! You just learned your first dance move.” Jun exclaimed, helping you onto your feet again. As he did so, the music silenced and the room was left in it’s erotic echo.

He stepped back momentarily from you glancing around the room, “Everyone, how about we start with some free style today? That way, I can catch (Y/n) up with a few moves.” He explained, allowing for the next song in his playlist to play. Roll Deep.

“So, (Y/n)...dear, you need to relax.” He said as he turned back to you. You nodded firmly again and Jun shook his head sighing softly. “I don’t think you quite get it (Y/n). Pole dancing...dancing in general isn’t supposed to be stressful. It’s not supposed to wrack your brain until you’re imploding.” He explained, walking up to your pole and jumping up, wrapping his legs around it gracefully before sliding down. 

“It’s an extension of your body. It’s expression.” He continued, taking a hand off the pole and taking yours instead. He placed your hand on the pole and gently shifted you close to it. “The very strength that you used to bring yourself down onto the ground is the same kind you’ll be using to hold yourself up. As you advance, moves will move smoothly. For now, I’ll help you step by step.” He explained as he got near you to place your other hand up.

The chill of the pole and the warmth of his hands ran through you, you found yourself ignoring the music and now following his instructions only. “First move I’ll teach you is called The Nothing.”

You raised a brow and turned over your shoulder to look at him. Finding his face closer to your shoulder than you had expected caused you to shoot your attention back forward, starring off in slight shock.

Jun chuckled softly, continuing his lecture, “Your non dominant hand is going to come across your chest, like a seat belt.” He explain, stepping away so that you could adjust yourself.

“Good. Next, just step out with your outside leg.” He continued, watching you intently as you did as instructed. “Next, you’re going to let yourself fall around your pole, keep your knees under you.”

You raised another brow and did as he said, letting yourself sort of fall but instead of looking graceful, you sort of fell onto your side. You chuckled nervously as you pulled yourself up, “Ah...i...I don’t think i did that right.” You commented, but Jun could only smile.

“Then do it again.” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you. You huffed a little and did as told, crossed over your chest, stepped out, and let yourself fall. This time, you kept your arms a little straighter and instead of falling onto your side, you bent your knees ever so slightly, allowing your fall to be stopped by the thud of your knees on the floor.

You jolted at the hit to your knee, rubbing them as you stood back up. You positioned yourself again, ready to start again but this time, Jun cut in front of you, grabbing you by your waist. “Keep yourself upright, your hips will swing with your legs and your arms will lower you. Hold tight to the pole but make sure that your hands are loose enough to lower you. You hit the floor when you feel right and make sure you’re holding yourself enough that when you do, you don’t bust your knee on the hardwood.”

You paid close attention to his advice, allowing your hips to move into his hands as he pulled them forward. “Ready to go again?” He asked, stepping away as you nodded.

Who would have thought pole dancing would be so exhausting?

You sighed in relief as the class finished, your friend standing in front of you, a giant smile on her face. “Sooo?” They asked, earning a tired grin from you.

“Alright, Alright...that was fun.” You admitted, chuckling as your friend jumped around in excitement. “I bet! I mean, you had Junhui attached to you like a leech. He’s never so friendly to new students.” She said as she gathered her things. You sat up and began to put your own things away, “Friendly? Really? I thought he was just doing his job, ya know...teaching?” You replied, shaking your head at them.

“Mmmmmhm, I don’t know man. Seems to me like he might be into you.” She teased, gently pushing your arm which tipped you enough to land you on your bottom.

“Oh HA HA. That’s quite the conclusion you’ve jumped to.” You replied, closing your bag before sitting down properly.

“Mmm, it’s not so preposterous when you think about it.” Another voice replied, turning both your heads. There, with his bag and jacket on, Jun stood with his hands on his hips.

“I love my new students, why are you spreading false rumors?” Jun asked your friend, taking a seat beside her. She could only shrug, acting coy, “Who, me? Why, I would never say bad things about you Junhui.” She replied sarcastically before giggling to themselves.

Jun shook his head and rolled his eyes, “I think (Y/n) did great today for their first class. Do you plan on coming back?” He asked, flashing you a friendly smile. You sighed, thinking hard about it. This would cost money. Probably a lot of money and it was a lot of exercise which, you had never been fond of, but you were rather fond of the teacher. He seemed to know what he was doing.

Yeah, you liked him because he was a great teacher. That’s why.

“I think I just might.” You replied, returning a smile. “Great! Here, take this.” He exclaimed, pulling a black and gold card from his jacket pocket. On it was his full name and contact information. “Just call me whenever you want to come in for a class or a private lesson. I’m sure with a few more classes, you’ll be swiping up men and women like that.” He joked, snapping his fingers.

You could only laugh again, nodding as you read the card. “Thank you Junhui, I’ll make sure to call you.” You replied, finally standing up.

As you walked out of the building, you looked the card over, your friend looking it over as well. “You could call him for other reasons, ya know.” Your friend whispered to you jokingly.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, turning the card over. On the back, writing in white ink shone.

Personal Number.

Your eyes widened like saucers and your jaw dropped. “No fucking way.” You exclaimed a little too loudly, earning your friends attention.

“Jesus, I’m just messing with you.” She replied, but you shook your head before scooting closer to your friend, “Not you ya moron, Look!” You almost cried out, pointing to the number on the back. Your friend gasped before exploding into a fit of laughter.

“Boi, what did I tell you! I told you he likes you! Private lessons my ass, he won’t be teaching you how to pole dance, y���all will be dancing the devil’s tango!” She practically screamed. You smacked them instantly, your face turning a bright red, “Oh my dear g/d, do you WANT him to hear?!” You cried out as you stormed to your car. Your friend impishly laughed as she ran up behind you, “You. Me. My house. Let’s go.”

You glared at them before sighing in defeat, “You. Me. Your House. AFTER i take a shower.” You concluded, earning an excited chirp from your friend who quickly ran to her own car.

You shook your head as you got into your car but, your eyes trailed to the card once again and only a smile could be on your face. For a long second, you looked ahead and smiled to yourself and a weird thought crossed your mind, one that had never even found a place there until then,

“Did he think I was sexy?”

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Maybe One Day - Part 21

A collection of snapshots of Jay Halstead as a dad. Co-written with @halsteadpd

Catch up here.

Since Jay did most of the cooking—if it was up to Erin, they would eat take-out far too often—he was the family’s designated grocery shopper. On Saturday mornings, he and Erin would divide and conquer, with Jay taking two children along with him. They had learned from experience that it could be a bit of a nightmare wrangling all four kids at the grocery store. This week, Maddie and Sam accompanied their father, while Ben and Zach stayed home to help Erin clean out the garage.

“Daddy?” Seven-year-old Maddie called out. She had been trailing behind the cart, inevitably getting distracted by something new and exciting in every aisle.

“Yes baby?” Jay replied as he looked up from his shopping list on his phone.

“Can we get these?” Turning around to face his daughter, he noticed her staring at a display of cookies, particularly interested in a package of pink frosted ones.

“If that’s the treat you’d like for today, then go for it.” Jay had a system to avoid temper tantrums at the grocery store. The kids knew that if they behaved, they would get to pick out one special treat—it also helped prevent them from asking for a million things. He watched as Maddie carefully considered her options, an intense look on her face as she focused. After a few seconds, she smiled to herself and grabbed the package off of the shelf, carefully placing it in the cart. “Good choice Mads. Okay, let’s keep going.” Maddie walked just ahead of her father  while he pushed the shopping cart, carrying two-and-a-half-year-old Sam in his arms. Jay added a loaf of bread and a package of bagels to the cart as they left the bakery section and started making their way over to the produce aisles to finish up.

“Daddy!” Sam exclaimed, squirming in his father’s arms.

“What is it, bud?” Realizing that Sam wanted to look at the candy at the end of one of the aisles, Jay carefully set the little boy on his feet. “Remember, you can pick one treat, Sam.” He followed his son over to the display, keeping a close eye on Maddie at the same time.

“Dis one.” Sam picked a cherry lollipop from the shelf and handed it to his dad.

“Okay, are we all done?” Jay looked down as both children nodded. “Let’s go pay then.”

At the checkout, Maddie and Sam began to help their dad transfer all of the items from their shopping cart onto the belt. The toddler quickly lost interest and instead started examining the various things on display in the checkout lane.

As Jay fished his wallet out of his pocket to pay, he glanced over to check on his youngest child. “What did you find there bud?”

“Look Daddy!!” The toddler said, his eyes lit up, excitement filling his voice. He held out his hand, proudly displaying a flashing light-up bouncy ball.

“Wow! That’s really cool!” Jay tried to match his son’s excitement as he loaded the bags into the cart. “But remember you already picked out your treat for today. Maybe you can get the ball next time?” For a split second, Sam frowned and it looked like he was going to protest, but he carefully placed the ball back on the shelf. “Alright, come on guys.”

*

When Jay pulled into the driveway, Ben and Zach emerged from the garage to help unload the truck, Erin following closely behind them.

“Hey Dad, did you get Frosted Flakes?” Zach asked eagerly as he opened the back of the truck.

“Frosted Flakes are dumb, Fruit Loops are way better!” Ben piped in.

“Relax guys, I got both.” Jay rolled his eyes at his oldest children’s bickering as he joined them at the back of the truck.

A moment later, Erin was at his side, leaning in to give him a chaste kiss. “Hey babe, did you remember the… condoms?” She asked quietly, meeting her husband’s eye as she mouthed the last word.

“You bet I did.” Jay smirked as he opened one of the bags to show her the box of Durex XXLs. He took pride in the blush that filled Erin’s cheeks and laughed when she tried to subtly lick her lips. He leaned down to kiss her quickly before slinging his arm around her. “C’mon, let’s get this stuff inside.”

Erin opened the front door and let the kids in ahead of her—each of them carrying a shopping bag. She got them all settled down at the kitchen table for lunch while Jay started putting the groceries away.

When Jay had finished, he bent down to pick up the reusable bags he had discarded onto the floor and noticed a slight bulging in his youngest son’s pocket.

“Sam, what do you have in your pocket?” He watched as the toddler’s eyes grew wide and a guilty look washed across his face.

“N-nuffin.” He blurted out quickly, avoiding eye contact with his father.

“Let me see.” Jay said, holding out his hand as he took a step closer.

“No.” Sam slid out of his seat at the table and tried to make a run for it, heading towards the living room as fast as his little legs would carry him. Unluckily for him, his father’s longer strides allowed him to catch up within seconds, quickly lifting him up off of the floor. “No, no, no, no, no!” The little boy fussed as Jay reached into the little pocket of his jeans.

As soon as Jay felt the rubbery texture in his hand, he knew what it was. It was the flashing bouncy ball that had caught his son’s attention at the checkout lane. “Sam, where did you get this?” He asked as he looked the toddler right in the eyes. Sam curled his lower lip into a pout as he avoided his father’s line of questioning. “Did you take it from the store? Even after I said no?”

The little boy’s eyes immediately filled with tears as he reluctantly nodded his head. Jay looked up toward the kitchen to see Erin standing there, watching with a look of disappointment on her face.

Moving to the living room couch, Jay settled onto the cushions and rubbed the little boy’s back as he started crying into his shoulder. “Shhh, calm down Sammy.”

“I sowwy Daddy!” Sam wailed, his cries somehow growing even louder.

“It’s okay, buddy, relax. Daddy’s not mad, you’re not in trouble.” Jay’s voice was soft and gentle as he tried to soothe his son.

“I don’t wanna go to jail!”

Jay and Erin locked eyes as she sat down on the couch beside them, reaching to help comfort their youngest child, running her fingers through his dark blond curls. “No baby, of course you’re not going to jail. Only bad people go there.”  

“B-but I bad Mommy!”

“Oh sweetie, you’re not bad. You just made a mistake.” Erin explained. “Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, even Mommy and Daddy.” Sam didn’t answer as he continued to sniffle against his father’s strong arms.

“How about we go back to the store and give the ball back? You can tell them you’re sorry?” Jay suggested with a smile. “Sometimes saying sorry can fix things.”

“Really?” The little boy asked, his lip still trembling slightly as he wiped his eyes with his fists.

“Yes, really.”

Sam nodded carefully. “Okay Daddy.”

*

An hour later, they were back at the grocery store. As they made their way inside, Jay carried Sam over to the customer service desk, intent on speaking with the manager. Sam recoiled in Jay’s arms when he saw the man walking towards them a few minutes later.

To Sam, the manager looked scary—he was a tall man with broad shoulders and he was wearing a suit and tie that made him look super important. But as he approached, he quickly smiled at the little boy. “Hi there, I’m Todd, the manager. What can I help you folks with today?”

“Well, we were here earlier getting some groceries and Sam here picked something up without paying for it and he wanted to apologize.” Jay said as bent down to set his son down on his own feet.

Sam clung to his father’s leg as he carefully extended his hand to present the ball, watching as the manager took it from him. “I’m sowwy.”

“Thank you Sam.” Todd replied as he set the ball on the counter behind him. “You know, I think I have something for you for being so honest.” He pulled a roll of stickers out of his pocket as he crouched down to Sam’s level. “Which one would you like?”

The toddler moved his finger to his mouth as he contemplated this big decision. When he had finally made up his mind, he reached out and pointed at a fire truck sticker.

“Good choice!” Todd chuckled, peeling the sticker from the roll and gently pressing it onto the little boy’s hand.

“What do you say, buddy?” Jay leaned down, placing his hands on Sam’s shoulders.

“Tank you.” Sam replied bashfully.

Jay gave the manager a nod of respect as he lifted his son back up into his arms before they made their way back out to the truck.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” The little boy was still smiling as Jay strapped him into his carseat “Now let’s go home for some lunch.”

*

So we are having a hard time picking which prompt to do next, so please vote for your choice from these options!

Teaching a kid to drive 

Dentist trip 

Coaching hockey with Will 

Catching Ben with a girl in his room 

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Accidents Happen (Episode 1/?)

Peter Parker X Reader

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been posting! Been super busy with school and life! But I am back, now! Anyways, here is a new series I decided to write! I wouldn’t say that this fic follows the MCU plot lines, but I wouldn’t say that it doesn’t. We’ll see what happens! It’s a slight AU, I guess.

I kept them at 16! I know some people have issues with that! So don’t read this, if you do!

ALSOOO there are smutty situations, so to cover my own ass: NSFW 18+

Warnings: Teen Pregnancy, NSFW (Sexual content), angst, thoughts on options, swears, etc.

Masterlist // Accidents Happen Masterlist

“Hey, Y/n, it’s Michelle!” Michelle’s cheery voice came through your voicemail, “Just wondering where you are, today! Peter said he hasn’t talked to you, yet, and your phone has been off! Check in with us! Bye!”

Fucking hell.

“Hey, babe, it’s me.” Peter’s concerned voice was next, “Michelle already gave you a voicemail a few hours ago, but I’m starting to worry. Are you okay? Please, call me.”

Biting your thumbnail – a horrible nervous habit – you deleted the messages from your phone with your free hand, and shut it off. You needed to think. You needed to come up with a plan.

You needed to talk to Peter.

Freeing your thumbnail from your teeth, you dug your hand into your backpack, and pulled out the folder that you’d received from the doctor a few hours previous. Your heart was racing, it felt like it was going to explode out of your chest as you opened the folder to go over everything, again.

12 weeks pregnant! Your baby is the size of a plum!

The pamphlet’s bright and cheery words did nothing to make you feel any better about the situation. You were pregnant. 16 years old, and fucking pregnant.

How were you going to tell Peter? He was already so stressed about being Spider-Man. He was stressed about school. He was stressed about training with The Avengers. He didn’t need to be stressed about a baby, or a pregnant girlfriend – on top of everything else. You hadn’t even been dating that long. One month. A fucking month ago. Granted, you’d been best friends for a few years, but this part of your relationship was still so new.

This… pregnancy… has been happening longer than you calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend.

You hadn’t even had sex since that night. The night that started this pickle.

It happened when you’d just gotten back from a weekend-long band camp, a little before Halloween. Your mom was high, as she usually was, so you decided to go over to Peter’s to get away. Aunt May had made a key for you - since you basically lived there - and you let yourself in. Nobody was home, so you’d decided to change into your pajamas, and binge watch something on Netflix while lying in Peter’s bed. After a while, you had fallen asleep.

“Y/n.” Peter hissed, shaking your shoulder, “Y/n, wake up. I need your help, again.”

Rolling over, eyes bleary, you took in Peter’s physical appearance. “Jesus, Peter, what the fuck did you do?!” You sat up, throwing the covers off of you and ushering him to the bathroom. His head was bleeding, there were bruises forming on his face, and he was holding his side. Blood was running over his fingers, and you felt a wave of worry wash through you. “Is that a fucking stab wound?”

He nodded, wincing as he sat on the counter next to the sink, “I thought the guy only had one knife. I was mistaken.”

You shook your head, helping him shrug out of the top of his suit, exposing his bleeding abdomen, “It’s deep. I can heal it, but it’s going to hurt and you’re going to have a scar.”

His face was scrunched up in pain as you laid your hands gently over the wound, “Just do it.”

You closed your eyes, focusing all of your energy to your hands, feeling the familiar tingle and burn. Your head swam a little as your energy seeped into his wound, closing it and repairing the damage done. You ignored his grunts of pain as you finished up, making sure to get the entire wound.

“Thank god you can do this, or I would be giving Aunt May a heart attack.” He chuckled as you opened your eyes to glare at him, “Do you mind doing my face, too.”

You rolled your eyes, moving your hands to his cheeks, “If you promise me that you are going to be more aware of your surroundings, next time.” You used up less energy as you fixed the cuts and bruises on his face, “’There is no greater danger than underestimating your opponent’. Lao Tzu.”

“’My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me’. Henry Ford.” He quoted back, a smirk on his face as you used a wet rag to wipe the blood from his face and side.

“Sucking up is not going to make me any less mad at you for getting yourself stabbed, dumbass.” You glared, slapping him in the chest with the bloody towel. “You get to make dinner, now.”

“But Y/n-”

“Don’t you ‘but y/n’ me, right now!” You growled, crossing your arms over your chest, “You could have gotten killed! Don’t you understand that?” You turned to the side, placing your hands on the edge of the sink, taking a steadying breath, “I don’t want to lose you.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, he hopped down from the sink. “Hey,” He laid his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him, “I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful.” He pulled you into his – still bare – chest, wrapping his arms around you, “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Your mouth turned up into a small smile, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, forehead resting against the hollow of this throat, “Who else would make me amazing grilled cheese sandwiches?”

“You just like me for my mediocre cooking skills.”

“You guessed it.” You giggled, pulling him to you, tighter. “Seriously, though. Be careful. Please.”

He pulled back a little, staring down at you with a small smile and serious eyes, “I promise.”

The longer you two stood there – wrapped in each other’s arms – the more the energy in the air changed. It was charged with something that you were unfamiliar with – what you both were unfamiliar with…

Sexual tension?

You had never experienced that feeling before, and your heart rate increased – as well as your breathing. This was your best friend. Why would the air be charged with that heat, if this was your best friend you were hugging?

Not that he wasn’t an attractive guy. That wasn’t it, at all. He was one of the most attractive guys you had ever laid eyes on, but you two had never seen each other any more than just best friends.

Right?

“Y/n?” He whispered, teeth pressing down on his lower lip, reddening it.

He leaned in slowly, giving you the option to back away, but your body had other plans. You met him half way, lips barely touching, at first. Your heart leapt to your throat, hands moving from around his bare middle, to around his neck. His hands moved down to your hips pulling you closer. You could feel the heat coming from his bare chest, making your flush worse. You felt like you were going to melt from the heat.

His lips grew more urgent the more you responded to him – lips parting to deepen the kiss. You could taste his chapstick on his lips, and you were beginning to crave more. Feeling bold, you gently took his lip between your teeth, pulling back slowly.

His response was immediate, as you suddenly found yourself pinned against the bathroom wall. The wall was cold against your back, sending a shiver throughout your whole body. His hands went to your thighs, and pulled you up – pressing his hips into yours. You gasped as you felt his arousal pressing into your clothed core, and wrapped your legs around him.

He pulled back a little, burying his face into your neck and pressing hot kisses from under your ear to your shoulder. Your head tilted as you let out a small moan, giving him more access to your skin. Holding you up with one arm, his other came up and moved the strap of your tank top down – pressing sloppy kisses along your shoulder.

“T-take it off.” You stammered out, burying your hands into his hair.

He paused, causing a stab of anxiety in your chest.

Did you go too far?

“Are you s-sure?” He whispered against your collarbone, fingers gently gliding up and down your arm.

Were you? Were you ready for this? You had never done anything like this before. You had only ever kissed a boy - one time - during a game of spin the bottle. You never thought any guy would even want to do anything like this with you. You never thought about what to do in this situation. You wanted to, you really wanted to, but was that just your hormones? How was this going to pan out? This was Peter. Your best friend.

You tried not to get into your head too much as you leaned back, grabbing the bottom of your tank top and pulling it over your head – exposing yourself more than Peter had ever seen you.

His eyes went down to your chest, and you bit your lip – hoping you didn’t cross a line. His darkened eyes lifted back to yours, and he visibly gulped, “I-I’ve never-”

“Neither have I.” You ran your hand through his disheveled hair, “’The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.’ Emily Dickinson.”

He snorted, “You’re throwing quotes at me when your naked chest is literally in my face?”

You shrugged, grinning, “It’s not in your face, yet.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You’re sure you want to?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You two had done the deed, that night.

Twice.

Without remembering any form of birth control.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” You muttered, running your hands through your hair in frustration.

You had to tell Peter, eventually. He was going to know that something was up. He wasn’t stupid. He could tell when you were going through something, especially now that you two were dating and spending more time together.

You turned your phone back on, getting up from the bench and walking towards your mom’s apartment.

6 missed calls.

Four were from Peter and two were from Michelle.

Your phone started buzzing again as you walked through the door to your apartment.

“Hey, Peter.” You answered with fake enthusiasm, swallowing down the anxiety building in your throat, “What’s up?”

“What’s going on with you?” He asked, hearing through the fake chipper voice you had tried to use, “Why weren’t you at school? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” You sighed, setting your bag down in your bare room and sitting on the bed, “I just had a doctor’s appointment, no big deal.”

“Oh… You sound weird. Are you sick?” He sounded like he was on the subway, “I’m headed over to the tower, but I could bring you something to eat when I’m done.”

“Actually,” You stood up, transferring your things to your purse, “I’m going to swing by the tower. I have to talk to you about something.”

“Okay.” He sounded confused, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, I’ll see you in a little bit.” You hung up before he could reply.

The journey to the Avengers tower was long. You were so anxious, you were shaking – the folder containing the ultrasound photos and the pamphlets were sitting in your purse, not making you feel any better.

How was Peter going to react? Should you really tell him while he was surrounded by the Avengers? How were they going to react? You’re sixteen for fucks sake. Could you two really take care of a baby? What if he dumps you? What if you’re stuck trying to figure this out by yourself? What if he wants to keep the baby? What if he wants you to get an abortion? What about adoption? Is the baby going to be affected by his abilities?

Too many thoughts were going through your head as you walked through the front doors of the shiny tower.

“Miss Y/L/N, you can head on through. Peter told me you were coming to see him.” The security guard smiled, scanning your pass, “FRIDAY will direct you to the floor.”

“Thanks, Ed!” You smiled, trying to act cheerier than you felt.

Luckily, you were alone in the elevator. You were about to have an anxiety attack, if you didn’t calm down.

“Miss Y/L/N,” The AI’s voice rang through the elevator, “Your heart rate seems to be escalating at an alarming rate, which is not good in your current state of health. Should I inform Med Bay?”

“No, FRIDAY, I’m just really nervous.” You replied, “I’m okay.”

FIRDAY didn’t reply, but the elevator doors opened to the communal kitchen and lounge that the avengers shared. You could hear Peter talking to someone, so you followed his voice into the lounge, to see him showing Steve Rogers how to use his laptop.

“Hey, Y/n.” Steve grinned from behind the laptop, “How are you, today?”

“Fine, fine.” You walked over with a fake smile, feeling like you were going to vomit from the anxiety. Or maybe the hormones? “What are you guys doing?”

“Peter is showing me how to use something called a tweeter.” He scratched his head, “Wait, no. It is called Twitter, right?”

“Correct.” You chuckled, laying your hand on Peter’s shoulder in greeting while he helped Cap with his profile picture, “Nice superhero shot. People are going to go nuts.”

Peter looked up from the computer, grabbing your hand from his shoulder and kissing your knuckles, “Hey, babe. Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah. Kind of.” You felt better now that he was holding your hand, at least. “Can we go discuss something, quick?”

“Yeah, I am just about finished.” He turned to the computer and clicked a few more things, before passing the laptop back to Steve, “Do you remember how to tweet?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. You’re dismissed from your duties.” Steve waved his hand, jokingly. When Peter got up, Steve shot you a funny look. It was a mixture of confusion and suspicion.

Don’t say a fucking word, Cap.

Peter wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you back over to the elevators to go to the room Stark provided for him as a ‘just in case’. “You’re really tense, what’s going on?”

You shook your head, not trusting your voice. Am I going to be able to say this to him? How does one tell their superhero, stressed-out, teenage boyfriend that they are pregnant? Was there a manual on this? You leaned into him, trying to calm down. It seemed to help a little. “N-not here. Al-lone.”

His arms tightened around you, pulling you along to the bedroom, faster. He typed in the code to his bedroom, and the door opened to the large suite. He shut the door behind you with his foot, crossing the room to sit on the bench along the end of the bed. He pulled you down next to him, taking your hands in one of his, and using the other to lift your face, “Y/n, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

Tears pricked your eyes, again. “I… we… Something bad happened.” Your heart was in your throat, hands shaking in his. “We fucked up.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “What are you talking about?” He looked down to your hands, “Do you not want to date? I know it was a b-big step, but you said you wanted to just as much as I d-do, and-”

“Peter.” You cut him off, removing one of your hands to wipe your face, “That isn’t it. You know how I feel about you.” You took a deep breath, trying to control the burn of anxiety in your chest. “Th-this is something else.”

“Just tell me what’s going on, Y/n.”

You barely even breathed it out. You barely said the words.

“I’m pregnant.”

Episode 2

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[sokuly]

Things about top surgery (will be a long post; hang on and read whatever topic you need)

I had a double incision mastectomy with free nipple grafts with Dr. Daniel Medalie on May 18, 2017. Here’s just some things I personally have experienced that may help others pursuing top surgery, wether or not it’s with Dr. Medalie. Before scheduling: I got into contact with Valerie, his receptionist. She’s very helpful and will try to answer any questions you might have. I live about 2 hours away from Cleveland, so it was up to me if I wanted an in person consult or just over email. I got my therapist letter and photos of my chest ready and sent out. Photos via email. The consult was $60. When I heard back, he signed off on my therapist note, and told me I was borderline for either surgery; peri vs double incision. He said he would need to see me in person to make that call, but it could wait until the day of surgery. I wanted to know what to prepare for so I went to Cleveland about 2 weeks after. I was not charged for this in person meeting. He told me he could do peri if I was concerned about the scars that DI would give, but he would prefer DI as he was worried about the extra skin. Ultimately it was my choice. I was hoping for so long I could get peri and not have scars. However, I wanted the most aesthetically appealing option. I didn’t want extra skin. I didn’t want “unknown” nipple landing, especially with the extra skin. I made my decision of DI, based on Dr. Medalie having more control of nipple placement, contour, and removal of the extra skin. I got home and pondered when to schedule. Before surgery: I scheduled about 2 months prior, and was hoping for a Friday date, but was told he doesn’t operate on Fridays so I took the Thursday, which was fine with me. I think it was about a $250 deposit to schedule. In those 2 months, it was more of me focusing on work and not really thinking of surgery, except applying for CareCredit. About a month out, my fiancé and I started putting some things together for the trip to Cleveland: food, post op care (light food like crackers, blankets, clothing, etc.), money, who’s taking care of the cats while we’re gone, and so on. We stayed at a Super 8 in Beachwood, OH (it’s like 10 minutes away from the surgery center and his office). We went to Cleveland the day before my surgery. On our way, the surgery center called to confirm my appointment, 9:15am and to arrive an hour early. We got to the hotel around 2:30-3:00pm. My grandparents and dad also came with us, different hotel room. They bought dinner. I couldn’t stop pacing. It was hard to get to sleep. Day of: I naturally woke up way before my alarm, but continued to force myself back to sleep; it was the last time I could curl up and cuddle with my fiancé for a while. I needed that time. But I also couldn’t hold still for anything. We got up, I got comfy clothes on (red athletic shorts and a purple button down flannel. I looked fantastic, trust me), and continued to pace. We headed for the surgery center at about 7:45. The things we took to the center: a comfort blanket (literally any blanket you really like), a pillow, and my post op vest (this is important!). We got there, I got all checked in and paid my fees. I sat down for like… 2 minutes and was called back. Usual questions, urine sample (which was collected in a styrofoam cup??), got told to strip down except for underwear. Which I wasn’t wearing. So that was awkward but whatever. Put on the gown and surgery socks. Nurse took me to my bed and kept asking if I was cold. Honestly I was burning up. She said that’s pretty usual, we come in burning up and leave freezing. She got everything ready to start my IV. She numbed the area, commented on how nice my veins are, stuck me and blew the vein. I warned her that my veins don’t take nicely to IV needles. She profusely apologized and felt so bad about it. I kept telling her it was fine and I was expecting it to happen the first time. Second numbing, second stick, worked. More apologizing. She went and got my grandparents first. Saw the anesthesiologist. Grandparents left and my dad and fiancé came back to see me. Dr. Medalie came back, drew on me, talked a bit, was on his way. Anesthesiologist came back, he was an odd but funny guy. Maybe I just get his sense of humor. We talked a bit, his nurse came with him and started doing her thing. Anti-nausea via IV, another anti-nausea medicine via patch behind the ear (I usually get really sick from anesthesia). And then some relaxing medicine. I was so out of it when it hit, I don’t remember much. Wheeled back to the OR and remember them having some issue with my left arm board. Then I was in recovery. Dad told me to wake up and I flipped him off. I asked the nurse for water. And then to pee. And then for a warm blanket. I was surprisingly mobile and awake for just coming out of anesthesia. The nurse helped me get dressed and sat me in a chair while my discharge was being approved and they showed my fiancé how to empty my drains. My fiancé went to get her car and the nurse loaded me up, pillow behind my back and seat leaned back a bit and even put my blanket over me after getting my seatbelt on. Got back to the hotel, dad watched over me while my fiancé went to get my prescriptions. She got back, I took a pill, I slept most of that day. My waking moments were spent snacking on crackers, my drains being emptied, peeing, and watching The Weather Channel. It was the only thing on TV I could focus on. Until I passed back out. The following days in Cleveland: Drains being emptied, peeing, Weather Channel, Percocet, crackers, Powerade. I got up sometime Friday evening and went for a short walk with my fiancé. Sleeping post op in the hotel I was in a chair that had a footrest. YOU WILL NEED YOUR OWN SPACE TO SLEEP. My body pillow was perfect under my feet since the footrest was JUST too low for me. Had a pillow under my back, decently sized light blanket over me. I sleep hot, so we just brought a light blanket from home so I wouldn’t overheat, plus a comfort thing. We left Cleveland Saturday morning. Back home: I was still sleeping in a recliner. Body pillow next to me for one arm and a pile of blankets for the other. Again light blanket. We brought the recliner to the bedroom before we left home so my fiancé could have the bed while also being there if I needed anything in the middle of the night. Still emptying drains. May 23, 2017 Goodbye drains: My post op appointment. Take your narcotic about an hour before your appointment or before you go! Being on the road isn’t exactly comfortable. Plus it helps with whatever pain you have during the drain removal. I had to pee by time we got there so I went and then was in the room with his nurse Mary and my fiancé. Mary is really cool and pretty funny. Mary opened my vest and the feeling of being able to breathe was shocking. I didn’t realize it was that tight. Off came the foam (and probably all of my chest hair) and I could see my chest for the first time post op! Seeing my chest: After the foam was off, I looked down and the first thing out of my mouth was “oh. Woah. They’re gone”. Nothing can really prepare you for your reaction. I thought I was going to be over the moon and happy crying like the other guys who posted their reveal videos. But I wasn’t. There was this relief. Realization that I closed a chapter on a part of my life and this new one just started. I was happy, but not how it was going to happen in my head for so long. It was just pure relief. It was flatter than I thought (later to realize it was just from all the compression). A lot less “I got hit by a train” than I thought too. Dr. Medalie came in after my drains were pulled (will be discussed soon) and basically said I looked perfect and was good to go. My next 10 days: I’m a day away from day 10 post post-op (a day shy of 2 weeks post op) at the time of writing this. I was still sleeping in my recliner for a while and just got back into bed a few nights ago, surrounded by pillows and blankets to keep me from rolling. My mobility has greatly improved over the past few days. I take ibuprofen for any pain. I use ice packs when I’m really sore. I take dressing changes seriously since it’s a short time I can breathe and move. After tomorrow the steri-strips come off and I’m done with this compression vest. I can soak in a bath as long has my chest is above water. I use a cup to wet and rinse my upper body and hair. I use baby soap. I’ve been able to finally lay on my side with great care in the past like 2-3 days. Take it slow! Let’s talk drains: They absolutely suck. I’m pretty sure it was the worst thing about this whole process. They’re annoying. They’re weird. They hurt sometimes. I was so happy to finally get them out. Which is also a very odd feeling. It kinda pinches, kinda burns, kinda hurts. I don’t know how to really explain it. My left one actually hurt coming out, but I had armpit hair caught up in the suture and all that. Take the narcotic before you get them out. I was told to do that, and I’m glad I did. How about those nips: They’ll look really weird at first. Like ghost nips. Do the dressings EXACTLY as Mary tells you. You don’t wanna lose them. My nips are starting to scab, blister, and peel. THIS IS NORMAL. Just keep them dressed as explained by Mary and the paperwork she gives you. I have limited feeling in mine; I can feel the outer edges but not much on the inside. It’s really weird, but also normal. Not about nips but: as your chest hair grows back (they shaved my chest) it’s going to itch like no other. Things I’m glad to have/have had: Pillow(s), comfortable blankets, laxatives!!! (MILK OF MAGNESIA. Do yourself a favor and get it), ibuprofen, Gatorade/Powerade, slightly heavier blanket for my chest (in case the fur kids wanted to love on me), body pillow, open front shirts (get a few cheap shirts/tank tops and cut them open in the front)

To keep from stupid long posts in the future I’ll update more regularly. Thanks for reading and I hope it helps! Any questions, please ask!

[looneylooomis]

SoulGazer

This is a part of a collection of moments in the life of my OC Diana Phillips in the Xmen/Marvel universe. Just for clarification, anyone who has read "Funeral of Hearts” this piece happens YEARS before the events in that. Also @wickednerdery ‘s OC Orson also makes an appearance and has some fun with Diana ;P For more Orson check out Wicks “Flawed Design” series!

“This reeks of desperation and peculiar intentions.” Diana thought, ignoring the muddied clusters of colors swirling about the patrons as she walked further into the nondescript bar.

Hopping up on a bar stool, she flagged down the bartender. “Whiskey and Coke. Be generous with the whiskey and open a tab…it��s been a long day.” She needed to stop taking waitressing jobs. “Especially at truck stop diners where almost every trucker had a pension for pinching rear ends.” Diana rolled her eyes at that. She shouldn’t complain, they kept her under the radar. The fewer eyes on her the better.

When the bartender came back with her drink, she thanked the older gentlemen with a smile, discreetly watching him walk away. She noticed the blues of trustworthiness and wisdom revolving around him. That same smile waned a bit at a closer inspection, she saw the dingy yellow of sickness menacingly floating within the strong blue. “That’s a good man and he’s dying.” She huffed miserably. This is why she wasn’t a fan of social situations, she usually found out something she had no business in knowing.

For as long as Diana could remember, she could see into the souls of the living. See what a person’s truly like, what they hide from everyone. It’s always in swirls of different kinds of colors. So basically no one could really hide anything from her.

Draining a hefty portion of her drink, relishing in the burning, fizzy distraction the amber liquid and coke gave her as she signaled for another one. Feeling her buzz starting to take effect, lightening her mood considerably.

Cracking her knuckles, savoring each ‘pop’ she managed, as she looked over tonight’s crowd. She decided tonight that she deserved to let herself have some fun.

After draining her second glass, she observed much to her delight, that this dump actually had one of those digital jukeboxes. Diana grinned as she made a beeline towards the machine. She loved jukeboxes, they reminded her of the good times she had in the fifties.

Diana glossed over vast the selection of songs, debating what she wanted to get lost in. “Helloooo Miss Kesha.” As the opening guitar strummed “Die Young”. Ignoring the irony of the title, she closed her eyes becoming fully immersed in the music.

Being completely oblivious to her surroundings, she swayed her hips to the poppy beat. Diana believed that the right beat, the right note, stirred something incredible in the soul.

With the whiskey in her system and the catchy chorus of the song, Diana was having a great time. As the song continued, she was intent on ordering another drink. She noticed that the seat next to her empty one was now occupied by a man nursing a beer and he had his gaze locked on her.

He was a handsome, older looking man. Light brown hair with wisps of silver framed his face, stunning clear blue eyes that twinkled mischievously, a narrow nose, and lips drawn in what appeared to be in a permanent smirk.

Yeah, he was attractive…very attractive…but that’s not what drew her attention initially. A plethora of colors swirled within him yet they seemed muted in a way like something was trying to block her view but not quite. “Strange.” Safe to say, Diana was curious.

“You looked you were having a fantastic time out there.” Spoke the mysterious man as Diana leaned against the counter to flag down the bartender for another drink. Picking up her new whiskey and coke, she looked over at him.

“I love turning my mind off and losing myself in music. Fascinated with how certain instruments can just enrapture the soul.” She giggled at her own inside joke, noting how his smile grew in amusement.

“Orson Shaw.” He introduced himself, holding out his hand.

“Diana Phillips. Call me Di.” She took his hand, shaking it with a smile. Silver briefly flashed in her vision, letting her know that the man before her was like her.

Something more than human.

Looking at him, she knew he saw what happened and that he wasn’t about to let this go. Diana sighed internally, she could tell. He was a determined one. Judging by that orange wriggling about within him, muted as it was, it was definitely there.

“Let’s go snag a table in the back and discuss this interesting turn of events now shall we?” Though it was phrased as a suggestion, she knew it was anything but and it gave her a slight thrill.

As they gathered their drinks and walked towards the back, she studied the muted colors swirling in an almost playful fashion. She was definitely sure there was something blocking her from truly seeing them, but she had her abilities long enough to know what was what color even with how tipsy she was.

Diana was kind of ecstatic for a little interaction. “Now that might be the alcohol talking.” As good as she was at it, she wasn’t fond of social interaction. But looking at the man gesturing at the seat he pulled out for her, she was more than happy to make an exception.

“Such a gentleman.” Diana glanced up demurely at Orson as she began to take his offered seat, her fingers brushed along his, as he went to push her chair in.

Orson’s eyes went wide as a warmth spread around him, almost like her fingers didn’t touch his hand but something deep inside. It was almost unbelievable.

“What are you? Shouldn’t have been able to feel that, nothing like that at least.” His brow quirked as he sat across from the beautiful blonde. With the overhanging light shining down on them, he could really take her in up close. She was definitely something else. Long wavy blonde hair, golden honey eyes, a prominent Cupid’s bow emphasized the fullness of her lips. Lips, that he wanted wrapped around his…

A cough interrupted snapped him out of his lustful thoughts. Orson looked back up at her, noticing how she bit her lip as her cheeks turned rosy. “Curious.”

Diana took a swig of her glass, trying to shake off the bold red ribbons of lust that bloomed with him as she watched him watch her. “You want me. Sexually don’t you.”

“Be that as I may, I think you’re avoiding the question, Sweets.” His azure eyes roamed over the ample amount of cleavage that the black lace tank top she wore provided for his viewing pleasure. Drumming his fingers along the glass of his beer, wondering if he should just get answers later and fuck her brains out.

“Maybe that’s not what my mind is focused on at the moment. Yours isn’t entirely focused on that either, judging from that lust swirling inside you.” Diana leaned on the table, giving him an even better view of her chest. Dipping a finger in her glass, her gaze never leaving his, she stuck said finger in her mouth, slowing sucking off the alcohol with an audible ‘pop’. “Like myself, it craves satisfaction. Can you satisfy us, O.”

“Well to find out, I guess you’re gonna have to fuck me.” Orson rasped as he himself leaned in on the table, his lips a hair away from touching hers. “Fuck it, answers later.” He decided as he grabbed a handful of her hair, smashing his lips against hers.

“Kiss me, give me all you’ve got”

Diana couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped as her lips latched onto his, his grip on her hair never wavered and it sent riveting jolts of pleasure down her spine that pooled into her core. She needed more but was disappointed as he leaned back, fist untangling from her hair.

“Shit, I’m deeply sorry if that was too rough. Super strength, impenetrable skin. I sometimes forget my own strength.” Came his surprised ramble. Threads of baby blues and muddy grays started to overtake the lustful reds.

She needed to reassure him now.

Pressing a finger against his lips, she spoke “Where I come from, we’re born sturdier than an average human. You will not hurt me so easily. In fact, I encourage the roughness.” Di stood up, pulling him up as well. Wrapping her arms around his neck, forcing him to lean into her, she kissed him with a vigor. Biting his lip, eliciting a growl from the older man. “Rough me up, O.”

This woman was making him so hard. He needed to fuck her now.

“That magic in your pants, it’s making me blush"

Grabbing her by the ass, pressing her against his noticeably hard member. Wanting her to feel just how aroused he is by her words. “You feel that? My hard cock rocking against your cunt? Imagine, no clothes, no drunk assholes, just me fucking you until your voice is raw from all the screaming you’ll be doing.”

“Your place. Now.” Her breath was getting heavy with want, she was on fire. Di took a breath, grabbed his hand and yanked him towards the entrance, surprising him a bit with her strength. He couldn’t tell if he was more curious or turned on by this woman the more this night progressed.

“Looking for some trouble tonight Take my hand I’ll show you the wild side"

“Where’s your car?” She asked once they stepped out into the crisp summer night. The smell of bonfires on the nearby beach was just adding to her pleasured senses. Digging into her small purse, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Savoring the nicotine rushing through her, soothing her until they got back to his place.

“Over there.” Orson gestured towards a sleek onyx Dodge Challenger. Pulling his keys from his pocket, the car making a beeping sound signifying it was unlocked now. “Come on now.” leading her over to it as he snagged her cig, taking a pull. He smirked at her scrunched up face at his stealing of her cigarette. It was quite adorable.

Taking back her cigarette, she took a couple pulls before flicking and stubbing it out with her boot. She got in the passenger seat, looking back she noticed a toddler’s car seat.

“You’re a parent.” It was more a statement than a question.

“Yup, recently divorced with a beautiful three and a half-year-old little girl. My marvelous little Maya.” Orson said as he pulled out a picture of a little girl with short dirty blonde hair, with a beaming smile showing off a missing front tooth.

“She’s absolutely darling. You must love her very much. Where is she this fine evening?” Diana could practically feel the parental pride and love rolling off of him in waves of vibrant pink. It only added to her already strong attraction to this man.

“Yeah, she’s my absolute world.” He smiled as he drove them back to his place “She’s off on her first sleepover with some friends she has here, not due back till late afternoon tomorrow. I was do for a bit of alone time anyway.”

“Let’s make the most of it shall we?” Diana slyly suggested, catching his eye as they caught a red light. “What do you want me to do?” She asked, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she lazy traced a finger down her cleavage.

“Touch yourself. Do not hold back those moans.” He demanded, seeing her unbutton her jeans but instead of her hand going inside, she rubbed through them. The light turned green and he sped off towards his summer home. Fuck a speeding ticket at this point.

Diana’s moans filled the vehicle. Her palm pressed hard against her clothed pussy, her hips lifted to make the friction that much more delicious as she started riding out her first orgasm of the night. Removing her palm, a noticeable wet spot was formed.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He moaned appreciatively as he reached a hand over and rubbed the wet fabric. With one hand on the steering wheel, his other slide into her jeans, pulling the drenched fabric of her panties aside, roaming along a small patch of damp curls as he spread her lips. Lightly tracing along her sensitive clit, Diana whimpered. It was then that he finally pulled into his driveway.

They both practically ran to the front door, their hands all over each other as he tried to open the front door. Once inside he scooped her up, making his way to the bedroom, making a conscious effort to not trip on the random toys Maya ‘forgot’ to put away.

Getting too impatient he shoved her against the wall, making them both groan at the sudden forcefulness. Orson pushed Diana’s hair to the side as he kissed along her neck, pulling and nipping at the sensitive flesh.

Rough hands trailed down appreciating the curves of her body, stopping at her hips then moving back up to her perky tits. They each fit perfectly in his large hands as he gave them a nice squeeze. Pulling down the front of her tank top, he started massaging the right one as his other hand teased the nipple on the left one. Gliding his index finger around the pert areola, hearing her needy moans, he lightly tugged on it.

Diana felt like pure bliss.The bruising of her neck, the way he pinched and pulled on her nipples, all of it electrified her nerves to the point she thought she just might cum from that alone.

“Shit, fuck me, fuck me so hard I forget how to fucking walk.” She wanted to feel him stretch her, fill her, fuck the shit out of her. She wanted it all.

“Quite the mouth on you. Think I need to fuck some manners into that naughty cunt of yours.” He smirked, giving her breast a smack as he briefly bent down and all but ripped her pants off with a powerful tug.

“Careful! I like those!” Diana whined with a pout, giving him a playful shove. Orson rose back up, facing her with that ever present smirk as he undid his own jeans.

“Shush, they’re fine.” He playfully admonished, kicking her legs apart as he stood between them. Taking his cock out with a few rough strokes, he ran his free hand in between her folds. His member throbbed at how wet she was. “Oh sweetheart, you feel how goddamn wet you are, don’t you? Gonna ram my thick cock into that beautifully drenched twat.”

Her skin was overwhelmed with want. She wrapped her slender legs around his hips. Golden honey eyes fluttered as she felt him rub his cock between her lips. She definitely needed more.

“Fuck me, O.” She moaned closing her eyes, desire rendering her a bit impatient. When he continued to tease her opening, she barked “NOW ORSON!”

Growling, he rammed his entire length into her pussy making her scream. He stretched and filled her to the hilt. She could barely catch her breath as she was forced back into the wall when he continued to forcefully thrust into her tight warm center.

Between the rough pace and her pleasured screams, he didn’t know what got him off more. He held the back of her head, to avoid hitting the wall as he drilled into her.

“Tell me, love. What is it you want.” He whispered as he licked the shell of her ear. Grinning victoriously at how he felt her entire body shiver.

“Oh Orson, right there. Harder.. Fuck.” Diana bit her lip so hard she felt some blood trickle down her chin. She knew she wanted, no she needed something harder.

“Choke me. Make me see fucking stars.” She demanded loudly, liquid fire soared throughout her entire body.

Her words really got him going. Orson let out a deep trowel as he licked the blood that dripped onto her chin and breasts.

His hips continued snapping aggressively, as he obliged her naughty demand. A rough calloused hand snaked around the soft creamy flesh of her neck, applying moderate pressure.

Little fuzzies started to cloud her vision, his strong hands squeezing her throat made that soaring fire roar. She could feel it as her toes began to curl, on the cusp of a really big one.

“Harder. Now.” She rasped out.

Orson applied a bit more pressure. Watching as her eyes fluttered, pure pleasure etched into her delicate features. He could feel how close he was as pumped into her, reveling in how she contracted her walls.

Light seemed to burst from nowhere and everywhere as she fell off that edge into complete orgasmic bliss. His grip made it all the more intense as she let out a strangled scream. The overwhelming sensation completely overtook her.

Her walls clamped down hard around his shaft, stilling him for a second in surprise until he just lost all composure. Snapping his hips frantically into her tight hot center, letting out an animalistic growl as he pulled out.

Diana got the hint as she knelt before him, mouth open as he furiously stroked his cock. He let out bordered on a roar as he came, thick white ribbons decorating her plump lips and filling her mouth.

Orson felt like he could’ve come again at the sight of her wiping of his cum with her finger and then proceeding to suck that finger clean.

“You dirty girl.” He husked out, his abilities allowing his body to recover almost immediately, revving him up for another round already. “How about we take this to the bed, yeah?” He bit his lip as the mental image of this beauty in all kinds of delicious positions as he fucked her senseless clouded his thoughts.

“Let me show you how dirty this girl can get.” She grinned wickedly at him as they made way for his bedroom. Diana let out a giggly yelp as he smacked her ass, speeding her up a bit.

“This turned out to be one hell of a night.”

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The warm light from the mid-morning sun is what woke Diana up from her deep slumber. She couldn’t even remember how many times they went at it. But judging by the delicious ache she felt down south was anything to go by, she’d estimate that it was a lot.

She couldn’t help but giggle at that. It had been a while since she had such fun. She wasn’t a prude by any means, just didn’t sleep around. And meeting Orson…there was something there. Now whether it was romantic or not remained to be seen.

“Let things naturally flow.” She thought to herself with a nod. Feeling a rough hand give a gentle squeeze on her bare hip, she smiled. “If they happen, they happen.”

Turning to face him, she gazed into his gorgeous eyes. They were the color of a clear Caribbean ocean, they also perfectly represented what she saw swirling inside him. A strength, and a softness that no one except a special few ever saw.

Giving her a smile, he stretched his body. Once done that, he pulled her close against him. He relished in the closeness of their bare bodies.

Orson then decided to break the comfortable silence first. “So my darling Diana, I believe an explanation is in order.”

Diana knew this was coming, she just wasn’t sure how much to tell him. Maybe just enough to satisfy his curiosity.

“As long as I can remember, I could always see into the souls of the living. So many different colors shape the human soul. It can be a spectacular sight. Almost like a kaleidoscope, just without the patterns.” She chuckled at the last part and how odd she must sound to the man currently running his fingers through her sex hair. “I call it soul gazing.”

“What do you see when you look at me?” He was genuinely curious and yet wasn’t sure if he truly wanted to know. Who knows what this lovely woman would see when she looked into his sketchy soul.

“That’s the interesting thing, O. I suppose it’s your abilities doing but when I look, it’s all muted. I am able to make the colors out, it’s just unusual. A delightful anomaly I’d say.” Diana almost got lost in thought as she got lost in the swirls of colors as they danced throughout him. “But I see various colors but what stands out the most is the blues. They represent strength, trustworthiness, and maybe even a soft side you don’t show anyone but a special few. I can see the vibrant pink and light reds weaved deeply within those blues. That’s the intense parental love and absolute joy you have for your daughter, Maya. She’s everything to you and I have to be honest, it’s breathtaking.” She whispered into his mouth as she kissed him deeply.

Orson almost protested as she broke the kiss, but kept mum as she continued to speak.

“There’s also dark purple that swells underneath it all. A deep sadness you’re trying to move on from. I hope you heal from that. Truly I do.” Her voice soft, yet full of intense emotion as she finished. Her fingers nervously played with random wisps of his chest hair.

Orson was speechless, something that didn’t happen often. There was something so pure and real about how she seemed to truly care about him, a perfect stranger. Normally he’d call straight bullshit, but with Diana…he couldn’t.

And so he just kissed her, losing himself in her. The ferocity of the passion bubbling between them threatened to swallow them whole.

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Both of them fell back side by side on the mattress, taking deeply satisfied breaths. Their skin flushed hot from their sensual encounter.

The late afternoon sun rays poked through the blinds greeting the once occupied couple. That comfortable silence filled the room as they lay there together, taking everything in.

It was then a sudden ringing broke through that pleasant silence with a heavy dose of reality.

“I think that’s you.” Diana spoke softly as she started to get dressed in last night’s clothes, her throat still a bit tender from last night.

“Shit, that might be Susie’s mum about Maya.” Orson lazily got up, pulling some trousers on while checking the time on his cell. Cursing quietly to himself as he listened to the voicemail. “Got about half an hour till I pick up Maya.”

Checking her own messages, Diana groaned at the fact that she had to go into work tomorrow. She tried to remember again why she continued to waitress.

“Yeah, I’ll be needing to get back to my place as well. I’ll call a cab.” She said distractedly as she called up the cab number.

“Are you sure about that, Di? Who knows where that bloody cabby has been. Wanker will get one look at you and try to keep ya to himself.” Orson muttered, “…like I would.”

“Shut up you!” Diana giggled smacking his chest as he pulled her against him. They were chest to chest as she finished the call with him playfully peppering kisses all over her face.

“Gimme your mobile.” He asked, taking the device as she handed it to him. Once he was done, he gave it back. “I’ve programmed my number into it, in case ya know whatever. Like murderous cabbies for instance.” They both laughed. Orson s face grew serious “Or anything really. You let me know, Di and I’ll be there.”

Diana was touched by his sincerity. Like she said before, there was something here. She could feel it blooming. Fate had yet to disclose what it was yet. “Patience!” Her mind chastised. But it was definitely there and now she knew they both could sense it.

She made a quick show of grabbing his cell and programming her own number into it as well as she handed it back. Now they both had each other’s numbers.

A loud honk could be heard out front, making them both grimace. “So this is that.” They both thought as they walked out the front door.

“I’ll see ya then?” Diana looked over at this man she had just met yesterday, shared an amazing night with and yet it was so much more. She felt silly but it was the truth.

“Yea I’ll be seeing ya. Call me I’m serious, I’ll be there.” He stressed as he leaned in to give her one last kiss. The loud horn of the cab startled them out of their bubble.

“Oi! Fuck off cunt!” Orson yelled at the impatient man in the taxi, a frown marring his handsome face.

Diana laughed bringing his attention back on her. “I guess he’s more of a cunt than a murderer, wouldn’t you say?” This made him chuckle, his irritation all but gone.

“I will though, call you that is. And the same goes for you with me too, ya know!?!” She made sure he got it by poking a dainty finger into his hard chest.

“Yes, Di. I will.” He spoke, giving her one last kiss, feeling as if it’d be a while before they met again.

“Okay, I hate goodbyes so I’ll be seeing you, O.” Diana spoke with finality as she made to get in the cab and rolled down the window.

Leaning against the now open car window, Orson replied, “I’ll be seeing you too, Di.”

With one last wave, the taxi drove off. A heavy feeling nestled itself deep inside her gut. It wasn’t dread, more so like it’d be awhile before she saw those azure blue eyes again.

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Locked Together (a Kim Possible fanfic collab between me and TemporaryInsanity91)

This story was a collab between Daisy and Sharper. Find Daisy on FFn and Wattpad @ temporaryinsanity91 and find Sharper on FFn and Deviant Art @ Sharper the Writer. Special thanks to Chris for creating Heehaw the Hellacious Hillbilly. He's a good friend and we both think he should start a reaction channel on YouTube xD Check him out on out on Deviant Art @ tennente. Thanks for reading. Let us know what you think!

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Any recognizable Kim Possible characters and settings are created by Schooley and McCorkle and (c) by Disney. No profit is being made from posting this story, but the plot and any OCs do belong to us so please contact before copying or translating all or part of this story. Heehaw the Hellacious Hillbilly is an OC and created by a good friend of ours, Chris. Check him out on Deviant Art as Tennente.

The Fanfic is rated PG for brief language

Chez Couteaux, 7:15 pm)

"Hey. Come back."

She raised her eyes from the cloth napkin in her lap, made greener by both the dark liner and mascara that created a soft dark fringe around them, and the shadows underneath them poorly concealed by makeup. Her soft, turquoise blue sleeveless dress made her red hair look even more fiery, and the natural paleness of her skin seem just slightly more tan and golden, especially in the dim, glowing light of the tiny white candles floating in the vase between them. Ron concluded, not for the first time, that Kim Possible was absolutely stunning.

She'd been determined to finish the mission in time for them to celebrate their fourth anniversary, but even though they had been extremely prepared and cautious, the mission became complicated. The villain, one with a ridiculous name and title she couldn't remember—Heehaw the Hellacious Hillbilly?—had tried to take over her uncle's farm in hopes of using his surveillance, robotic animal and farming technology, and land for his evil master plot. What should have been a simple rescue and capture turned into Ron being scarred for life again by a robotic horse, being held captive for two days with no food or water, and a whole lot of trouble catching the crazy horrible hillbilly, whatever his name was.

"Sorry," Kim said quietly, picking at her nails. They were painted white, as were her toe nails, which she seemed to be staring at now. "I had hoped we'd be more up to this, but I'm kind of exhausted."

"I understand." Ron reached out and took her hand, squeezing it. "I get it, KP. But I know you. That's not what's on your mind. Talk to me."

She shook her head, offering a smile he could tell was forced. "It's nothing, Ron. I'm just... overreacting I guess."

"For the record, you said that, not me." She finally laughed, reaching across the table squeezing his hand. He squeezed it back. "I know better. But if you would just say it, KP, I would be happy to tell you how much you're NOT overreacting."

She sighed. "I just... I hated that that weird hillbilly villain diagnosed us so quickly. He knew that you'd be my weakness, or that I would be yours. He knew that splitting us up would be the easiest way to capture us, and he knew that keeping us apart would be the best way to make sure his plan would succeed. I... don't like feeling like I'm a danger to you, that's all."

"Uh, KP... how many times did I get us captured?"

Kim's face showed how unimpressed she was. "So? How many times did I get us captured?"

"Exactly. Does it matter at this point? Look. I'd rather get locked up in some lair with you any day—hell, every day of the week than be free somewhere without you, or worse, be free somewhere knowing that you're out there fighting bad guys by yourself. And I know you feel the same about me. So don't do this to yourself. Don't blame yourself for how these situations play out."

"I know... I know. I mean, I do. I feel that way about you. There's nobody I'd rather be in a shark tank with, or surrounded by evil robot horses with, or tied up in the dark with."

"Ooh, kinky."

"Har har," Kim said, smacking his arm. She hid a smile, but Ron knew that he'd broken her out of whatever dark place her mind had gone to. Well, mostly.

"Here are your appetizers," the waitress said quietly, trying not to disturb them, but also wanting them to move their joined hands so she could set the hot plates down. Or, so that Ron wouldn't be holding her hand anymore...

"Thank you," Ron said absently. The waitress looked extremely flattered, but said nothing. Kim leveled her with an icy stare. If looks could kill, The waitress would have been vaporized. When she was gone, Ron grinned. "Is there a problem?"

"Yeah. She was... looking at you."

"So? I'm looking at you. And I love what I see, to boot."

Kim laughed again, this time looking away as her cheeks turned light pink. "Thank you." She focused on her food, and Ron reached over and stole a bite. "Hey!" She stole a piece of his in retaliation, and her eyes closed as she put the bit of food in her mouth. "Ohmugawshf," she mumbled around the mouthful.

Ron smiled at her. "Glad you like it," he said simply, grabbing the extra plates and handing her one full of his appetizer.

After dinner, Kim thought about that moment for a long time. Ron held her hand and guided her as they walked along, occasionally moving her around cracks in the sidewalk so she wouldn't lose her balance, since she was lost in thought.

The city was, and still is, struggling to rebuild from the alien invasion that almost wiped them off the face of the earth almost three years ago. During the day, various reconstruction sites rang out with the pounding of hammers, road work, and the beeping of cranes and trucks, solemn reminders of how close humanity had been to complete annihilation. The city owed an enormous debt of gratitude to Ron Stoppable since that day.

The recent financial crisis that occurred at the same time didn't help things either. It especially wrecked the super villain industry, as only Professor Dementor was able to weather the storm. Jack Hench, whom built a multi-billion dollar  empire to finance super villains, was in complete ruin.With the sudden influx of funding, newer, darker more insane villains became new threats that national agencies and GJ combined struggled to keep tabs of. Enter Kim and Ron, the ones that had stopped a whole alien invasion. Their help was highly sought after, and between their classes, and cleaning up Middleton... and America... and the whole planet... they kept pretty busy.

In the past, she had always been the one completely in control, as opposed to Ron. She always felt that she was the one taking care of the boy who once feared the lawn gnome in his mother's backyard. But after the invasion, Kim didn't know what to think. Ron was no longer the coward, the distraction, the sidekick. It was a huge adjustment for both of them. Feeling herself suddenly relieved of caring for Ron, she felt that her focus as well as their whole dynamic had changed dramatically.

She was used to it now, though. In the years since, they had come back into sync, despite her personal troubles financing her education while the Possibles figured out where they would live, and his struggle to find what was next for him. Her family ended up buying a new home and rescuing what little they could from the destroyed Possible home, but that left very little room for them to help her pay for school, and with government financial aid being diverted into reconstruction projects across the country, Kim had gotten a job and negotiated with GJ for a scholarship to get her by the first two years of school. Ron had returned to Japan for the summer, honing his powers and spending a lot of time working on himself before joining her in Middleton University.

Since then, missions only got more complicated and more time consuming, and that had added to her struggles as well. But as her website insisted, she could do anything, and she did. With Ron at her side, she pushed through as always.

Their most recent mission had been particularly brutal. Heehaw Hillbilly (or whatever his name was) had captured and imprisoned her uncle and cousin, and she and Ron had quickly followed. The plan had been simple, really. the way the villain had set up security basically required a distraction. With them separated, it was easy to overwhelm them with security and capture them.

She woke up in the dark with no idea of how much time had passed and no idea of where Ron could be. There was no plan gloating or dramatic plan for their demise. There was just darkness. She was terrified that Ron had been harmed. She didn't know where he was and she couldn't talk to him. At some point, she'd convinced herself that Ron wasn't with her because he was dead, and the dark place her mind went to then was what spurred her to act, sheer rage and revenge pushing her to find an escape route.

She found her uncle first, and got him into the control room to retake control of his systems. She found Joss next, and together they tried to form a plan. The ridiculous villain had almost gone through with his plan, and Kim was still preoccupied with finding and rescuing Ron, who had escaped and was looking for her, and in the chaos, Heehaw had almost succeeded in his plan... something about a robot horse army and evil moonshine.

Kim snorted as she walked, wiping at her nose. Moonshine was evil without the world domination scheme, anyway.

"KP?"

"Huh?"

"You're crying, baby. What's the matter?"

"Oh." She quickly sniffed and wiped at her face with the back of her wrist again . "I'm sorry."

"Kim," Ron said, stopping short and turning to face her.

"I thought I lost you," she finally confessed. "I thought that crazy bastard took you from me and that I would never see you again. I..."

"Aww... KP, I..." Ron brushed the fresh tears from her face, kissing each cheek and her forehead. "I was scared too. They had me in this place and I had no clue how long it had been, or if you had a plan, or anything. But now that it's over, all I can think is that what we have thought all along is true. We're better when we're together."

"I'm my best when I'm with you," she whispered. "I need you, Ron."

"I'm here, KP. I'm not going anywhere. We got him. He's not gonna hurt anyone anymore, and he's not going to get us apart like that again.”

She sniffed, curling her fists into his shirt, under his suit jacket, and pressed herself against him. “Okay,” she whispered. “I love you, Ron.”

His arms went around her, hugging her close to his body. He pressed a kiss to her hair. “I love you too, you know. We've been through a lot, KP, but as long as I'm yours and you are mine, we've always turned out alright.” He loosened his embrace, placing one hand on her hip while the other gently rubbed her back. He kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes, smiling. “Come on, KP. I have something for you.”

It was then that Kim looked around and noticed that Ron had guided her to the entrance of Middleton Park. She'd volunteered there some weekends during high school, but since she graduated, she hadn't had much time to see what had changed since the invasion. The trees that had been downed in one section of the park, had been removed and replaced with a beautiful memorial to the lives lost and the persons injured. The wall where Josh Mankey had once shown her his art had been overgrown with ivy and flowering vines,and the stone path that went around it and led to the lake had spots of grass growing between them. She looked up at Ron, curious. “Why are we in the park?”

Ron grinned. “You'll see. Come on!” He led her toward the lake, and they skip-hopped across the stones, over the grass to the path at the edge of the lake. The path sat at the top of a hill, and they both silently contemplated the sun setting over the lake, brilliant orange, pink and lavander coloring set the lake on fire. A short walk away, there was a bridge that crossed over the stream that emptied into the lake.

The bridge was made of wood, the wood worn and stained by years of weather. In between the wood railings there was a long, chain link fence that was attached just after the invasion. “Remember this, KP?”

“Sure. I mean, it has changed some after the invasion. A lot, really. So much has changed in this park. But this bridge has been around as long as I can remember, and we've been here a couple of times together. Actually, last time we were here, your belt loop got caught in a piece of wire...?”

Ron glared as he saw a tiny smirk pulling at her lips. “Hilarious. I thought that went in the vault of silence!”

“It did,” Kim said with a slightly bigger smile. “Why were you asking about this?”

He smiled and led her toward the middle of the bridge. Overlooking the lake, the trees' reflections became dark shadows as the water reflected the subdued pinks and purples, and the bright neon orange of the sky as the sun faded. In the distance, little neon lights flickered as fireflies danced through the trees, their lights reaching the reeds at the edge of the water and reflecting in the lake's shadows as well.

“This is beautiful,” she whispered.

Ron kissed her cheek in response. “We've been together since we were kids, and I never in a million years thought this day would come. It's our fourth anniversary, KP.”

She turned to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her hands behind his neck. With a smile, she said, “Really? I kind of always knew it would. I was in denial.”

“Is that what you call it?”

“Seriously. Josh Mankey, and that Japanese transfer guy, and even Eric, they were all just placeholders. The whole time, there was just some part of me that was comparing them to you. Clearly, nobody measured up.”

Ron grinned and circled his arms around her waist. “You know it, KP. This bon-diggety babe has the essential Ronness that no one can ever imitate.”

She giggled. “Whatever you say, Your Ronness.”

“Yeah? Well then I say we just stay like this until our skin sags and our driving licenses are taken away.”

She grinned at him. “They already took your driver's license, Ron.”

“Okay well, you know what? It's not my fault that that car had the wheel on the wrong side of the road—and we were being chased by evil singing robots! What was I supposed to do, stop at the yellow light? They should have been thanking me!”

“Ron, I was just teasing you.”

“I know. But my objection still stands!”

“It's noted,” she said with another giggle. “Now tell me why you brought us here.” Her smile fell away when he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small box. Tears instantly poured from her eyes, and Ron startled when he saw her face.

“KP, what—what's wrong. Oh—no, baby, it's not that kind of box. Just look at it.”

Slightly embarrassed and feeling more than a little bit awkward, she took the box from his hand and opened it. There was a lock inside. Upon further inspection, she saw that that there were words on it. Tears welled in her eyes again as she read the inscription:

Kim and Ron true love set us free 2007- forever

“KP, we had a lot of messed up things happen to us, and we did a lot of screwed up things to each other.” Ron remembered the morning they talked about her feelings, when she told him she wasn't sure how she felt about his newfound skills. The argument that followed left him dazed and hurt, and he knew that she felt the same. She didn't accompany him to the airport. He thought he would spend two months in Japan wondering if he would come home to a girlfriend, or if everything he had with her was ruined because he finally wanted to make himself better. In the end, Kim came to him, and they spent two days together making up before she had to go back home. He thought it was the best weekend of his life. Until now, anyway. “We fight and we make up, and we save the world, and those are only ever going to be things that I want with my best friend, with my partner. Those are only things I'm every going to want with you. I love you.”

She remembered the moment she saw him come through the door, ready to save her. She was on an Alien ship in outer space. Truly, He would go anywhere after her. More tears spilled from her eyes. “I love you too,” she said, throwing her arms around him and pressing her lips to his. There in the growing darkness, the clicked the lock around a link in the fence, and then Ron handed her the key. With a smile, she threw the lock into the river. She watched it sink quickly into oblivion, and she realized that Ron was right. From the moment she admitted to herself that she would go to the ends of the earth for him simply because she loved him, there had been weight that lifted from her mind and from her heart. Giving herself to him wholly to him was the only thing that truly made her feel free. She never wanted that feeling to end.

This time, when she turned to face Ron again, he was holding a different box, and was kneeling. Shifting, he pushed one leg out and rested his foot down, so that he was on one knee. Then he grinned up at her. “You can freak out now.”