#lady on the phone says 'oh yes of course! it will be delivered on saturday!'

[silasopossum]

this may be the worst experience i have ever had with USPS. they have been stringing me along for over a week now and wasted a collective 3 hours of my time SO FAR (plus a day of me waiting at my house for a delivery that never came instead of oging to the grocery store like i usually do on saturdays) and now theyre trying to waste even more. silas is IN MY CITY and they keep telling me "oh were gonna send him out right now!" then they dont do it. then they call me. then icall them back. then they try to lie to me and tell me that actually nobody called me and i probably have the wrong number. what the fuck??? i was told 3 times by 3 different people he would be shipped out to me TODAY. he is not fucking here. i try to pick him up in person? he is "misplaced" and they cant find him and i should wait and maybe i will eventually get him redelivered to my residence so i dont have to waste hours on public transit.

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Liberator

Bucky x reader

Warnings: Smut, cream pie eating, cum swapping

A/N: My sis @bluestarego​ randomly came up with an idea for this chaise and her ideas are literally the bomb, so of course I had to write it. There is unprotected sex in this story. Remember, this is fiction, so in real life package the meat before a beat. Hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 4.7k [My baaaddd]

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"Ayo, tin man, where you going?" Sam asked Bucky when he saw him grabbing his jacket.

"To the bookstore. I'm tired of sitting here." He hurried to the door.

"Hold on, I'll tag along this time. Maybe we can finally look at some furniture for this place. We'll be here for at least another four months." Sam laced his shoes and followed him out.

Bucky and Sam had been undercover on this mission 3 months and counting. Nobody seemed to notice them in the small southern town. Either that or no one really cared.

Sam had been going on and on about getting furniture for the house to be more comfortable, but Bucky knew he was full of shit. Tony had given them a bunch of cash and he just wanted to shop.

"You know, you've been down to this bookstore everyday this week... What's her name?" He inquired.

"What?" Bucky tried to keep from smiling, but it was almost impossible whenever he thought about you.

"Yeah okay, you can pretend if you want. She'd better be cute or I'm gonna clown you. Does she know you're half robot?"

"Sam..."

"Relax, I'm kidding," he laughed.

When they pulled into the lot, the men jumped out, but before Sam could open the door Bucky stopped him. 

"Please do not embarrass me." He said seriously. 

"Man, move, you do enough of that on your own," Sam brushed past him. 

"Welcome! I'll be up shortly," you yelled from the back. 

You put away the stack of papers that you were going through and exited the small office. 

"Hi, how may I — oh, Mr. Stan, how are you today?" You smiled. 

"Please, call me Sebastian," he smiled. "I'm good, how are you?" 

You heard some books hit the floor. When you both looked over there, Sam was clutching a rack trying to keep it from falling completely over. 

"Guess I should go help with that. Be right back," you walked off. 

Bucky rolled his eyes. He made busy pretending to look for a new book, but he was having a hard time ignoring your laughing at all of Sam's lame jokes. He finally walked over. 

"Are you done tearing up the store?" He asked. 

"I've already apologized to the lady, Mr. Stan," he teased. 

"Do you have any new recommendations for me today?" Bucky asked, completely ignoring Sam. 

"Oh, yeah, I was telling Anthony about this new thriller we got in today. The author is pretty new to the scene, but this will definitely put her on the map. I had a chance to read it before the book was officially released." You handed him one of the books from the rack. 

"But this is new, so I can't rent it." 

"I won't tell if you won't," you winked and walked away. 

"Are you gonna ask her out?" Sam asked. 

"Are you insane?" He rolled his eyes and followed behind you. 

He handed you the book to check out. He liked your store, because it was a little different from any bookstore he was used to. You sold books, but you also rented the older ones. New books couldn't be rented for six months, but you were always willing to do buybacks for the ones in good condition. 

"Oh, I remember you telling me that you were looking for new recipes. I thought you might like this," you grabbed a cookbook, scanned it and then handed it to him. 

"That's nice, maybe he could whip something up for you," Sam patted his shoulder. 

Bucky gave him another murder glare. 

You laughed at his expression. 

"Don't worry, Mr. Stan, it's fine if you don't want to." 

"No, it's not that I don't want to —" 

"So you do?" You cut him off. 

"I uhh…" he ran his fingers through his hair. "Give me two days to find something that I think you'll like." 

"Your phone?" You held out your hand. 

He handed it to you and you put your number in and gave it back to him. 

"So I'll see you Saturday?" You gave him his bag. 

"Yeah, I'll see you Saturday," he confirmed. "But only if you promise to call me Sebastian." 

"Promise," you chuckled. 

You waved goodbye to the two men and watched them leave. You waited until they were in the car and pulling out of the lot before you picked up your phone and called your best friend. 

"You'll never guess who I have a date with this Saturdayyyy," you sang. 

"Is that weird guy who wears a leather jacket and gloves even though it's hot outside?" She said sarcastically. 

"Yes!" You replied giddy and undeterred by her sarcasm. "You have to help me find something to wear. I also need you to do my nails please?" 

She was quiet for a moment and then she bit out, "Fine, but I think he's weird and if he tries anything you'd better not hesitate to pepper spray him." 

"He's not weird. He's just different and I'm ready to find out what it is." 

Sam and Bucky walked through the furniture store. Bucky didn't know exactly what he was looking for, but he knew he wanted it to be nice for when you came over. 

He felt like every piece he liked looked really old. He may have been 100 years old, but he didn't have to let you know that.

His eyes were suddenly drawn to this odd looking chair. It was red leather with a high sloped back, a deep arc in the middle and the bottom was low with a slope. He read the tag; Liberator: $400, but who cares? Tony could afford it. 

"You thinking about getting this?" Sam asked, seemingly coming out of nowhere. 

"What do you think? You think this is something she'd like? Should we get a few of them for the front room?" 

"Nah, this should go in your room. I think she'll like it. She's young and this is a very modern piece of furniture." He advised. 

Bucky decided to trust Sam for once. He told the salesperson that he wanted that chaise. The poor girl's face turned a bright red and she was unable to look at him. He didn't pay too much attention to it, he was used to people shying away from his presence. 

The guys picked out the rest of the furniture and headed home. Bucky noticed that Sam was giggly. More so than normal. 

"What are you so happy about?" He asked. 

"Nothing man, a guy can't just feel joy? It's a good day, Buck, we finally got some furniture. You got a really nice chair. I'm happy." He tapped on the dashboard. 

"Why'd you bring up the chair?" Bucky squinted at him. 

"Because it's a nice chair. I like the chair. You know I'm all about relaxation." 

Bucky let it go. If he hated the chair once it was delivered, he'd simply return it. No big deal. 

Bucky put the final touches on the meal he'd chosen to prepare for you. He garnished the plates, set them on the table and wiped his hands on the apron he was wearing. 

The doorbell rang. You were right on time. He gave the table a once over before coming to the door. 

"Hi," he greeted. 

"Hello there," you said. 

He just stood there and looked at you from head to toe. The white lace dress you wore hugged you perfectly at the top and flared at the waist. 

"Can I come in?" You asked, tearing him away from his thoughts. 

"Oh, yes, sorry. You look beautiful," he said as he walked you to the dining area. 

"So do you. I think the apron is my favorite part," you teased. 

He looked down and quickly removed the apron from around his waist. He blushed a little. You smiled at how cute he was. 

He pulled your chair out and pushed it in once you sat down and then took his seat. 

" It smells wonderful."

"Thank you, I tried something new tonight." 

Truthfully, everything was new for him. Bucky never did any of the cooking. That was usually Sam's thing. He only got the cookbooks to suggest things, but tonight he gave it try for you. 

You took a bite and tried to keep from gagging. You saw Bucky take a bite and immediately swallow. He didn't bother chewing it anymore. 

You took a sip of wine after you were finally able to swallow. 

"It's terrible," he said. 

"No, it's not bad at all," you absolutely lied. 

"I'll order us a pizza," he said and took your plate away. 

You just smiled at him. You didn't have the heart to tell him the food was gross, because he tried and that's what counts. 

You moved to the living room and he turned on the TV while you waited for the pizza. You noticed that he still wore a glove on his left hand and was sure to keep it away from you. You figured he was just a little shy about having a prosthetic arm. 

Once the pizza arrived, you put on some quirky movie and ate your dinner. 

"I'm sorry about this. I should've practiced the recipe a little more." 

"What? This is perfect," you told him. 

You talked with him a little. He told you that he grew up in Brooklyn. How he and Sam were college roommates and started a contracting business together.

You clung to his every word and listened without interrupting. 

"So, are you gonna give me a tour of the house?" You ask. 

"Oh, sure," he says. He slips your shoes off of your feet before walking with you hand in hand to the stairs. 

"It's not much, but this is our office space, that's Sam's room, bathroom and this is my room." He pointed. 

You flipped the switch on in the room. You were shocked and quickly walked over to the red leather chaise.

"You don't strike me as the type to have one of these," you ran your fingers over the cool leather. 

"Oh, yeah, I thought it was a very nice modern piece of furniture to have. Um, Sam actually talked me into it." 

"Did he now?" You smirked. 

"If you hate it, I can move it out of here. I won't force you to look at it," he rubbed his neck. 

"Come here," you reached out for him. 

He gave you his hand and you told him to sit down on the chair. You straddled his lap and moved your hips in a circular motion until you felt him getting hard. He rested his right hand on top of your ass and laid his head back. 

He had been so focused on his work that he'd forgotten how much he missed the feel of a woman. You leaned in close and put your lips to his ear. 

"Undo my dress," you whispered. 

He reached up and pulled the string of the bow ties on your shoulder. The thin material fell down and exposed your breasts. Your nipples immediately pebbled from the cool air. 

You scooted back a little and pulled at his shirt. 

" No," he grabbed your hands, "I um, maybe we shouldn't." 

"What's wrong?" You quiz. 

"Nothing, it's just that I…" He was lost for words. He didn't know how he would explain his arm without you freaking out. 

"Sebastian, I don't care that you have a prosthetic arm or hand. Whichever you hide under these long sleeved shirts and gloves." 

He inhaled and pressed his forehead to your chest. He was nervous. Now he remembered why it had been so long since he'd had a relationship or sex. 

"Hey," you lifted his head, "it's okay, we don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable." You kissed his lips. 

You felt his body relax as he exhaled slowly. First, he took off his glove. You ran your fingers over the shiny black metal. You then lifted the shirt a little, this time he didn't stop you. You pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. 

You lightly dragged your fingers down his neck until you reached where the metal connected to his shoulder. You traced your fingers over the lines of gold, before moving back to his scar. 

"It's connected to you, so is it fully functional?" You were curious. 

"It is," he replied. 

"That's pretty cool. The doctors must've put a lot of work and thought into this." 

"Yeah, much better than the first one I had after the war," he blurted. 

"Oh, you're a vet?" 

"Uh, yeah," he said after realizing his mistake. 

"What was your rank?" 

"Sergeant…" 

"Well, thank you for your service and sacrifice, Sergeant." You pressed your lips to his. 

He slipped his hands underneath your dress and squeezed your ass. The cool metal of his hand made your pussy clench. 

He slid a finger down your ass until he reached your folds. He rubbed your clit in a circular motion over the fabric of your thong. He moaned into your mouth when he pulled it aside and felt how wet you were getting. 

You broke the kiss, stood, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His hard dick popped up and was at full attention. 

"Sss, ooh," you hissed as you wrapped your hand around him. 

Bucky laid back and closed his eyes. Your hands felt so good on him. You spit on his dick and rubbed it all around making sure it was coated. 

You lined him up with your opening before slowly sinking down on him. 

"Shit!" He had to brace himself and fight a mental battle, so that he wouldn't cum at this very moment. 

You were trying your best to take all of him, but he was stretching you wide and the pain was almost too much. 

Once he was able to get himself together he grabbed your hips and thrust into you. He pulled your dress over your head, so it wouldn't be in the way. 

You rolled your hips slowly and sped up as the pain turned into pleasure. You braced yourself on the balls of your feet and held to the head of the chair as best you could. 

"Bounce on this dick," he smacked your ass. 

You bounced up and down while he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He used his right hand to rub your clit. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you warned him. 

"Don't." He said and continued to rub. 

"Sebastian, I —" 

He grabbed you by the throat, "I said, no," he stuck his tongue in your mouth and continued to drive his hips upwards. 

He waited until you were right on the edge of your climax and then lifted you up. Your first instinct was to rub yourself to completion, but he stopped you. 

"I'm the only one who touches you from now on. Understand?" 

You nodded, but he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to hear you say it. 

"Yes, I understand," you said as you moved back, so he could stand. 

"Good, girl," he pulled you close to him and kissed you. 

He sat you down at the foot of the chair and dropped to his knees. You spread your legs wide and watched while he admired your pussy. Running his fingers up and down your slit. 

"Can I taste you?" 

"Yes," you moaned and laid back. 

Bucky sucked your clit into his mouth and licked you in circles. He was using his tongue to apply just the right amount of pressure to your clit. 

"You taste so good," he said. He spit on your pussy and rubbed it before sticking two fingers inside of you. 

He sucked your clit into his mouth and curled his fingers a little. 

"Ah! Fuck!" You screamed as you felt an orgasm building. 

He could feel you contracting around his fingers. Once again he kept going until you were almost there, then he pulled his fingers out and stopped sucking. 

"Why? Please!" You begged. 

"Ooh, that was only the second one and you're already begging? It's gonna be a long night, baby girl." He teased. 

He pulled you to the edge a little more, rubbed the head of his dick up and down your slit and then slid inside of you. 

You rolled your nipples in between your fingers while he fucked you. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. He'd wanted to feel you for so long. Ever since the day he wandered into your store and laid eyes on you. 

He pulled out of you and turned you on your stomach. This time switching his pace. He spread your ass cheeks apart and rolled his hips slowly as he watched his dick disappear inside of you. 

"Fuck!" He moaned as he felt himself losing control once again. 

He watched as you clawed at the chair. He could feel your pussy getting tighter and tighter. 

"Can I cum? Can I —" you were cut off by your own moans. Your body didn't wait for permission. 

He felt it. Your pussy gripped him tight and he exploded inside of you. His hips jerked as he gave you every last drop. 

He pulled out and dropped to his knees behind you. 

He smacked your ass, "Give it to me, push it out," he demanded. 

You pushed the cum mixture from your pussy and was shocked when you felt his mouth on you sucking it out. No man you'd ever been with had been so bold or comfortable. 

Once he was satisfied, he stood and turned you around to face him. He squeezed your cheeks together, so you'd open your mouth. You stuck your tongue out ready for what he was about to give. 

You were so fucking turned on, you grabbed his hand and slipped his fingers back into your pussy. 

He spit the cum into your mouth and then kissed you. Swirling his tongue around yours as he fingered you to another quick orgasm. 

He looked at his cum coated fingers and then licked them clean. You couldn't resist kissing him again and tasting yourself on his tongue. 

Bucky picked you up and carried you over to the bed. You didn't want to let him go, but you finally gave in. He walked to the bathroom and came back to clean you up and then himself. 

He got in bed with you and laid his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair. So many nights he'd thought about this moment. So many nights he'd thought about just being closer to you. He wished he could stay with you forever. 

He sighed. 

"What's wrong?" You asked him. 

He sat up and looked at you, he wanted to tell you the truth, but he knew that he couldn't. It would put you in danger and he couldn't risk it. 

"Nothing, everything is perfect," he smiled. 

"You have beautiful eyes, they remind me of someone, but I have never been able to quite put my finger on it."

"Thank you," he kissed you again and turned away. 

You played with his hair until he fell asleep and then you slipped out quietly. 

You were opening boxes and getting ready to stock a rack of magazines. You'd been doing well with keeping them out of the store, but a few of the teenagers kept asking and you finally caved. You let them know that you drew the line at tablets and that they were absolutely out of the question. 

You flipped through one of the fashion magazines and came across an article about Earth's mightiest heroes. You were skimming the article when you heard a knock at the door. You looked up to see Bucky waving at you. He was holding a cup holder with two coffees and a bag of donuts. 

"Hey," you greeted him. 

He returned your greeting with a soft kiss. You didn't think you could ever get tired of those kisses. 

"Doing some stocking?" 

"Yeah, I was taking a break and reading this article. I finally ordered some magazines for the kids," you picked it up and thumbed through the pages. 

Then he caught your eyes. There he was stretched across the page. The photo had a blue and purple tint to it and his hair was long, but it was most definitely him.

"You're Bucky Barnes," you said in disbelief. 

"What?" He seemed startled by your words. 

"This is you!" You shoved the magazine in his face. "I knew that you looked familiar. A freaking superhero?! You lied to me, Sebastian — Bucky, whatever your name is!" 

"No, it's not like that, I couldn't tell you." He tried to explain. "I'm on a mission. Sam and I, we're undercover." 

"Oh, you're on a mission, so get with a local to blend in a little better? Ugh! I knew you were too good to be true." You paced back and forth. 

"No, that's not true," he grabbed you, "my feelings for you are completely real."

You squinted at him, "Get off of me and get out, because you'd still be lying to me if you'd never gotten caught." You pushed him away and walked into your office slamming the door behind you. 

Bucky picked up the box of magazines and took them. If you recognized him someone else would too. He couldn't take that chance. 

He knew doing that stupid photo shoot would backfire. He didn't want to do it, but Steve and Sam talked him into it, because it was for a good cause. He knew they'd have to speed up their plans. 

He called Sam as he headed back to the house and let him know that they had to move in on the targets sooner rather than later. 

You came out of your office once you were sure Bucky was gone. You looked around to see that he had taken the boxes. 

"Great now he's a liar and a klepto," you rolled your eyes. 

You heard the bell on the door and turned around thinking it was Bucky again, but it was just one of the people who ran the laundromat a few doors down. 

"Oh, hey, Austin," you looked at your watch, "is something wrong? You know I'm not open yet." 

He didn't say anything. He just kept stalking towards you. Your fight or flight kicked into gear and you made a dash for the door. He reached out and grabbed you, but you kneed him in the balls to escape. 

You didn't get very far before you were grabbed from behind. They put a bag over your head and threw you into the back of a car where they zip tied your hands in front of you. 

"Let me go! What do you want?!" You kicked and screamed. 

"Keep it up and I'll gag you… Maybe even with my cock," you heard one of them chuckle. 

You immediately calmed down. Last thing you wanted was that. 

"Please, if you want money you'll have to take me back to the store. I keep it in the safe." 

"Shut up, we won't tell you again." Austin said. 

"Austin, please tell me why you're doing this?" 

"Because your little boyfriend needs to be taught a lesson. Him and his friend have been causing trouble and it's bad for business. Unfortunately, sweetheart, you're collateral damage." 

They drove you for almost 20 minutes before they dragged you from the car and into a building. They took you inside, sat you down and bound you to a chair. 

"Call your boyfriend," one of his henchmen ordered. 

"How exactly am I supposed to do that with my hands tied, genius?" You sassed. 

He reached into your pocket and pulled up his name. You could hear the line ringing. 

"Can you at least take the bag off of my head?" You requested. 

Bucky was fuming. He and Sam had followed the rest of Austin's gang to this warehouse. But when Austin himself pulled in, he had you. 

He thought it was odd that they were all coming out here, but now he sees that this is a set up. His phone was vibrating in his pocket. It was a call from you. 

He accepted the call and sat his phone down to look through his scope. 

"You can either let her go right now or I will kill every single one of you." He said calmly. 

"Sebastian," you cried. 

"It's okay, baby girl, I got you," he hung up. 

He let off two shots taking out the men who stood guard at the door. He took down the others as they came running from the building. 

"I'm in position," Sam said into his comms. 

Bucky jumped down from the tree he was in and moved in. He hoped you were safe. He never meant for this to happen to you. 

You heard the shots. They were so loud and it seemed like all hell broke loose after. The men around you started shouting and then you heard the door slam. 

You rocked from side to side in the chair until it tipped over. You tried your best to get loose, but nothing was helping. You started to panic as the gunshots were getting closer. 

Fear and adrenaline took over and your ears began to ring. It seemed like the bag was keeping you from breathing as you started to hyperventilate. 

You started screaming when you heard the door get kicked open. You could feel the person cutting the tape away. You were gonna fight this time. They wouldn't get the opportunity to take you somewhere else. They'll kill you for sure. 

Once your hands were free you started swinging. 

"Stop!" Bucky yelled. "It's me—" 

You punched him in the eye. He could barely get a grip on you, but when he finally did, he snatched the bag off. 

"Y/N! It's me, calm down." He hugged you. 

You relaxed into his hold and sobbed into his neck. 

"They were gon-gonna kill m-me," you stuttered. 

"I never gave them the chance. You're safe now." 

Weeks had gone by and nobody spoke a word about Austin or his mysterious disappearance. In fact, people seemed to celebrate the fact that he was gone. 

He'd been running a drug operation through the town and using his business as a front. Apparently, he had ties to Hydra, which is why Sam and Bucky were brought in to shut him down. 

You were back at your store and business resumed as normal. Bucky had left the same night of the incident. He didn't even say goodbye. He was too ashamed to face you. 

You heard the bell above the door and looked up from your phone. Your heart skipped a beat when those blue eyes stared back at you. 

"Hey," he waved. 

"I'm busy," you said and tried to walk away.

"Wait, please," he grabbed your arm, "please?" He asked a little softer. 

"I'm mad at you, you didn't even say goodbye!" 

"I know and I should have, but I was a punk and I want to make it right." He pleaded. 

"You have two minutes," you crossed your arms. 

He lifted you up on the counter and stood in front of you. It was very dramatic. 

"I'm James, but my friends call me Bucky. I'm 103 years old, but I spent most of those years frozen and brainwashed. I really did lose my arm in the war, but it was world war 2. I'm from Brooklyn and my favorite food is pizza." He said. "Oh and I fought in two alien wars, although it felt like only one, because I died in the first one and when I woke up 5 years had passed." 

"Hi, Bucky, nice to meet you." 

You pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He pulled away and pressed your forehead to his. 

"I'm sorry," he said. 

He helped you down and watched you lock the front door and switch your sign to closed. 

"If you're really sorry, you'll make it up to me," you grabbed his hand. 

He scooped you up and carried you to your office. He'd absolutely make it up to you with no problem. 

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To Cry

Chapter 18  The Date You Weren't Expecting

This chapter can be found here on AO3

To start at the beginning, chapter 1 is here on AO3 or here on tumblr

Summary: Time jump. A few months later and team Miraculous are defeating akumatized victims faster than ever.Still, there is that question that no one had been addressing, is Marinette, err, Ladybug, ready to start dating?

...

Ladybug and Chat Noir and their new team had made some adjustments over the next few months...

Viperion and Pegasus were almost instantly permanent back up heroes. Of course, they only came to the akuma battles when they were contacted by either Ladybug or Chat Noir.

They also only patrolled at night and when it was dark, just to get a feel for the city and to hide their permanent status of holding their own miraculous from Hawkmoth for as long as possible. Thus far, only the main team knew that they could possibly carry their miraculous with them.

Chloe and Kagami were brought on almost immediately as the go to back up part time wielders as well. The team came up with a way to contact them through secret phones as well and to be met up with by Ladybug or occasionally Chat Noir with the help of Pegasus to deliver their Miraculous to avoid any traps that might have been set up by Hawkmoth. Having Pegasus around and the use of the secret phones worked remarkably well for that.

Eventually, Rena Rouge and Carapace were trusted part timers again as well. Carapace was granted the use of the Turtle miraculous first and two weeks later Rena Rouge was called upon after being benched for six weeks. (After severe changes to how the Ladyblog was run, several retractions and apologies, and several interviews that gave false information that was removed, of course.)

The team was growing stronger and the battles were also shorter, which really helped out Adrien and Marinette with their personal lives as well.

Marinette being Marinette of course forgave all of her friends eventually, but it took time. The trust took a little longer, but she gave it once more when she was ready to.

It was a nice bonus that Marinette’s friendship with Adrien grew stronger than ever.

Unfortunately for Adrien, well, he found himself feeling guilty about being far more attracted to his really good friend than he was comfortable with, especially since he still felt devoted to his Lady and it seemed like she and Luka were growing closer. He felt both guilt and jealousy, but he couldn’t explain why.

Adrien was almost to the point when he thought that he should ask Ladybug about it, or maybe even Viperion, after all, he found that the older boy was pretty good about advice and he had forgiven him for being so close to the girl that they both loved. Not that Ladybug was dating either of them after two months, but even Chat Noir began to feel like the passage of time was important somehow.

Viperion himself had also gone above and beyond in trying to make sure that everything ran smoothly between himself, Chat Noir and Ladybug. Ladybug tried to be more trusting and kinder with Chat Noir, asking his opinion and such and only hid from him what the Guardian insisted that she should hide from him. Chat Noir in turn learned to pun and flirt less during the main battle, but tried to respect her boundaries as well.

Viperion avoided flirting with Ladybug in front of Chat Noir after the first couple of weeks as well once the team noticed that that was a thing that seemed to come to the snake naturally, not that he did it very it often. He obviously still cared for her and he still was able to get her to blush a bit faster than the cat, which made teamwork difficult between all of them, thus the need for them both to tone down the flirting competitions with their Lady and respect Ladybug’s right to choose her own suitor. As a result, the team had been working better than ever .

Still, as time grew closer for Marinette to finish her self-imposed abstinence from dating or allowing herself to fall for someone, Luka knew that they needed to have a conversation about the Cat.

…

“My sweet Melody,” Viperion hesitantly asked Ladybug on one of their few patrol nights together, without Chat having joined them yet that is, “can I ask you a favor?”

Smiling and thankful for the darkness of night and her mask to hide her blush, Marinette replied, “yes, my hot-blooded reptile?”

Viperion blushed and his heart pounded as she slid up next to him, taking his breath away. Which happened every time she used her new nick name for him that she had come up with all on her own a couple of weeks ago that she only used when they were in private like this after all.

He cleared his throat as her flirtatious behavior made something come alive in his heart song as he thought, Marinette is successfully driving me insane.

She had been trying to weaken his wish to give her some time to herself after giving up on Adrien after all, and he knew that she was probably ready to move on for real now, it had been more than enough time after all. Still, they were hesitant to cross that bridge.

Viperion couldn’t help thinking, my Melody is a persistent one. I’ll give her that.

Luka sighed and then brushed a stray hair out of her face for her as he struggled to suggest perhaps the craziest idea that he’d ever had, but he needed to put it out there. “Ladybug, I think there is something important that needs to be done before we can even consider dating.”

“Oh, Ladybug is it now?” She stepped back and put her hands on her hips authoritatively as she addressed him, “sounds like this is a professional conversation.”

He nodded, “in a way, it is. I think…” he took a breath finding it harder to say than he thought it would be, “I-I think that you need to give the Cat a chance.”

“WHAT?!” She looked at him in surprise and shock before she managed to reply as she weakly pointed from him to herself, “but… but I thought that y-you and… and I?”

Then she began to frown, obviously feeling a bit rejected.

Oh, Ma-Ma-Marinette I didn’t mean to hurt you!

He immediately held out his hands to placate her, “wait, no, please don’t think like that my Melody. I’m not denying that I want to date you, as myself, and I will take you out, I promise you that.”

She finally calmed down and he swallowed before telling her, “after you’ve given him a chance, that is, if you’ll still have me....”

“But, but, why?!” She demanded but then sighed and closed in on herself as she hugged herself as she added quietly, “I thought that you liked me.”

Luka drew her close and hugged her before he kissed the top of her head, wishing that he’d never caused her to doubt his love. “Don’t take this the wrong way, please.” He tried to reassure her as he rubbed her arm reassuringly, still surprised at how easily touch came to them when they were suited up, “I care about you My Melody, more than you know. I just think that it would be good for you both to have some closure like this. You’ll never know if you don’t give him a chance for him to show you both why it either will or won’t work like this.”

She shook her head, “how can I date him if I can’t even know who he is though? Have you thought of that? And what about us?”

Viperion nodded as he looked pained as he patted her shoulder as he admitted, “I do want to explore what there could be between us. I-I understand, in theory anyway, why you can’t date Chat Noir as Ladybug, but I really don’t think that he does and well, I also think that it would be good for you both to at least make an attempt. For the team and for your partnership. It’s another thing that you need to wrap up before you move on without considering him. That way, there is closure there, for both of you.”

…

Ladybug looked up at him as she wondered, how does he know that I’ve been fighting an attraction to Chat?

Ladybug pouted and drew closer to Viperion to hug him briefly as she whispered, “while I like Chat Noir as a friend and partner Viperion,” she took a breath before admitting, “I don’t see how it would work. I mean, I know he’s kind of attractive in his own way, but it… it just can’t work with the need to keep our identities secret from each other. I can’t risk everyone for a what if or even when there is a reveal.”

She stepped away from him as she explained again, “this is a dangerous job Viperion and I have to work closely with Chat, I don’t see how I could do it if… if I had more than friendly feelings for him.”

Then she swallowed, “it’s hard enough working with you, but at least I know who you are and I can separate our two lives and focus on the battle when we fight together. That’s not possible with Chat.”

“Still, I think for your partnership to keep working, he would appreciate the gesture.” Viperion nodded as he thoughtfully added, “I know that it’s not the same as with us Ladybug, but like I said, I don’t think that Chat Noir knows or understands that.”

It’s tempting though, Ladybug thought as she took another step away from Viperion, putting a respectable distance between them for a moment. Not that I’ll admit to it.

Landing silently nearby, having overheard the last part of their conversation Chat Noir asked teasingly, “that Chat knows what pray tell? Speaking badly about me behind my back purr-haps Viperion?”

Ladybug scoffed softly, “like he’d ever do that Chaton.”

Viperion chuckled, “Chat knows that, he’s just teasing us, mostly anyway.”

Chat Noir nodded, “Purr-cisely. Our Lady ought to know that I was just teasing you by now, but seriously, what’s up? What don’t I know?”

Ladybug rolled her eyes and held one hand up to her head as if she was developing a headache as she waved at Viperion as she forced herself to admit, “he’s trying to convince me to let you take me out on a date.”

Heaven help me.

“REALLY?” Chat Noir brightened with glee, before calming down and coughing once, “I mean, really? Sounds great! How’s next Saturday?”

Ladybug gave Viperion the evil eye, and thus the negotiations began…

…

Eventually, despite it being difficult for him, Viperion negotiated some terms between Chat Noir and Ladybug over the course of three patrols. Viperion had to privately promise a date between Luka and Marinette the next weekend after her date with the Cat for a whole Saturday if she’d just go and see what it might be like to date the cat.

They came up with four main rules or terms.

The date with Chat would not last longer than half a day.

Handholding only, and especially no kisses on the lips.

No revealing of identities.

Have an open mind.

Most of them were Ladybug’s conditions of course, Chat’s was only that she come and give him a chance, which was the last condition basically.

Ladybug went, reluctantly, especially after the bribery.

Chat Noir was a bit, shall we say eager and enthusiastic about it, much to her surprise.

They were exceptionally lucky that no akumas showed up for their date, but that meant that it had to be just that, a date.

The black cat made it a somewhat public and over the top date... at first. She was shocked at all the thought that he put into it, the end result being almost four dates rolled up into one.

They started with a lavish boat ride and lunch on a floating restaurant along the Seine with a small orchestra playing in the back ground. Ladybug was almost overwhelmed when she found out that Chat had somehow rented out the whole floating restaurant on their private boat tour as they ate their four-star rated meal. The paparazzi when they returned to shore was easy enough to avoid thanks to his baton, but still, it was a bit unnerving.

After lunch, they donned very poor disguises to catch the afternoon matinee, where they shared a popcorn together, and then they took a walk in one of the lesser known public gardens together. Then they finished their date with a small picnic on the top of the Eiffel tower.

Ladybug had to admit that she was impressed, but confused afterwards.

…

As they were finishing their dessert under a full moon on a picnic blanket laid out on the top of the Eiffel Tower, Ladybug had to ask her Kitty, “Chat, while I appreciate all of the effort that you put into this, uh, date? I have to admit that I’m kind of confused. I mean, why did you pick the fancy boat ride and orchestra to start with?”

Chat Noir put down his plate, setting it aside so he could scoot closer to her and take her hand. “Ladybug, Milady, I know that you don’t want to reveal our identities, but I wanted you to know that I’m not exactly a poor alley cat.” She was about to protest this little bit of information but he held up his other hand to stop her.

“My Lady, someday, when we finally discover each other’s identities, you’ll understand. I know the media was buzzing about us while we were there on deck on that boat, but frankly, I get a dose of that kind of attention everyday in my daily life.” He looked sad all of a sudden.

“Chat, I thought we said we wouldn’t reveal ourselves…” She lightly scolded him anyway.

Chat Noir shook his head, “I’m not. I would feel like I was lying to you if I didn’t tell you about some of the major aspects of my life, or to have at least shown you or have warned you about it somehow. I know I don’t live a normal life. It’s a bit much, well, stifling sometimes.”

He cleared his throat, “Chat Noir is more of the real me. I don’t have to hide my personality or be the perfect, well, whatever.”

He waved his hand, “so instead of telling you who I am, I showed you a bit of what my life is like today. It may seem like a glamorous life, but it’s pretty lonely and I have to be careful of what I’m saying or doing at all times just so that I don’t ruin the image of my family or my,” he coughs, “my parents’ business. I didn’t think that it would be fair of me to court you without you knowing that.”

Chat Noir then patted her hand to reassure her, “I know that civilian me is not as free as you know the Chat side of me is and frankly, it’s not the best life if you ask me. Being Chat Noir allows me to be free from that restrictive lifestyle, but when I uh, become myself, it’s still waiting there for me. Waiting for me to try to hide parts of myself from the world, not just the heroic identity we both have and well, I can’t escape it, no matter how much I try. Not completely anyway.”

She nodded, “oh.”

She’d never really thought about it, but if Chat was as wealthy as Adrien, it would make sense if he had a similar lifestyle as a civilian. She never thought much about how restrictive it was, but she had to give her Kitty some credit because Chat had a good point.

So she had to admit, “honestly, I kind of suspected that you were, well, wealthy.”

He snickered, “you could say that.”

“Well, I hope you know that doesn’t matter to me.” She tried to reassure him.

“I know you well enough My Lady that it wouldn’t, but still, I thought that it might be a good thing to warn you about. I haven’t met many girls that are genuinely interested in the real me, but only in my name and what I represent. It’s exhausting not knowing who to fully trust.”

“Well, I appreciate you telling me, although that’s honestly not an issue for me.”

“I kind of thought it wouldn’t be, but still, I wanted to give you a glimpse into that world.”

“Oh, well, thank you?” Ladybug looked away for a moment before she nodded to herself as she bit her lip for a moment before she hesitantly asked, “what about the rest?”

Her Kitty gave her one of his crooked smiles, “well, the reason why the matinee was low key was because the most fun that I’ve ever had was with a friend when we kind of did the same thing.” He looked away as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, as a slight blush peeking out from underneath his mask, “we didn’t get to see all of it, well, most of the movie anyway because of an akuma attack, but I thought that you might enjoy it too.”

Ladybug blinked at him as she pondered, this sounds kind of familiar…

She tried to ignore her suspicions as she tried not to think about it as she tried to move on, “SOooo, explain to me where a picnic on the top of the Eiffel tower comes in.”

“Well, we are superheroes and I thought that it might be romantic?” Chat Noir told her with a shrug.

“Uh, huh. What did you do, take out a poll with your friends about what would be more romantic?” She asked him with a raised eyebrow jokingly as she thought about how Adrien had been asking their friends what kind of romantic date Ladybug and Chat Noir would have if they went on a date together, as if the idea was stressing him out somehow...

Don’t go there Marinette…

Alya of course had turned it into a poll on the Ladyblog and surprisingly, here they were using the top pick, something that Alya had only shared with her, Nino and a certain someone else. The official results would be announced tomorrow in one of Alya’s articles.

That’s when she noticed that Chat Noir was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and grinned at her in a VERY familiar way…

Her mental processes betrayed her as she thought as she came to the logical conclusion, OH NO…

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Dun Dun Dun!  Sorry about the delayed update, I had a really bad cold and forgot to update tumblr. I hope to have the last two chapters up soon. 

[yehet-me-up]

Boiling Point

Pairing: Jongin x reader (female)

Genre: dude idk, soft and romantic... stripper AU?!

Rating: (M) for language and sexual themes/situations 

Word Count: 4,179

Summary: In the year you’ve been working at the Elxyion Male Revue you’ve somehow managed to not date, or anything else, with any of your incredibly hot co-workers. But then a new dancer starts who makes you break all your rules.

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY/CHRISTMAS @gingersaysjump​ ILY BAE <333 😉 😉 😉

The lights on the strip dazzle you, as they always do. 

A hum of pleasure courses through you on your walk to work. In the year you’ve lived here Vegas has never failed to capture your imagination.

The city seems to rise as night falls. While the rest of the world closes its doors and falls asleep, Vegas wakes from its slumber and comes alive. 

A faint breeze blows in off the desert and teases the edges of your dress. The material brushes against your thighs, already slightly damp in the persistent heat. It impresses you the way the blazing sun from the day lingers well on into the night, mixes with alcohol and music and skin, and infuses the city with an electric pulse that doesn’t burn off until dawn. 

Something is coming, you think to yourself abruptly. You draw your lip between your teeth and work at it while you ponder what it could be. 

Call it intuition, fate, whatever you want - it’s there, and it’s always guided you. 

Whatever is coming, you’ll handle it, you tell yourself and shrug absently, releasing your lip. 

Oh how wrong you are.

The club is in full preparation mode when you arrive. Kat the bar manager waves at you before her announcer boyfriend Chanyeol resumes what appears to be a very thorough exploration of her mouth with his tongue.

A man with cat-like eyes gives you a nod, his lips pulling back into what would be a smirk on a more arrogant man. The costume manager is fitting him for a military outfit that looks downright deadly and that familiar coil of heat grows in your core as you meet Minseok’s gaze. 

You lift your hand in greeting, thankfully slipping through the curtain on the far side of the room to head into the staff lounge. He’s been flirting with you for weeks. Making eye contact every time he brought someone on stage to dance with, grinding his hips into that night’s bachelorette or birthday girl so you knew that he wasn’t just tempting you. 

He wanted you to know exactly how good it would be if you finally let him fuck you. 

For weeks he’s been letting his hand linger on your lower back when you all leave together at the end of the night. Giving you knowing looks at staff meetings. Hinting at things, but not acting on them; slowly working down your defenses. 

But for now you’ve remained strong.

There’s always a buzz around the Elyxion Male Revue on Friday nights. Big crowds. Sweat. Screaming women going insane with each new inch of skin revealed by the dancers.

But, more importantly for you, Friday nights bring excellent tips.

You lift your purse over your head and slip it in your locker. Suddenly you feel a chin press to your shoulder. 

‘Are you ready to die, my friend?’ says the cheerful voice. 

Turning you raise a brow at your friend Sarah, you fight a smile as she gives you her giddy I know something you don’t know look.

‘What?’ 

‘Oh come on, ask me,’ she teases, humming.

‘You know I’m not going to ask, so you might as well just tell me,’ you deadpan, pulling your apron from your locker.

‘Ugh, fine. Ruin my fun,’ she says, dropping the charade. ‘Or maybe I won’t tell you, and I’ll get to watch you melt with no warning.’

‘Are you talking about the new military number?’ you ask. ‘Old news. I saw Min being fitted when I came in. Plus, did you forget I work on Sundays when they practice their new routines?’

She makes a sound like a buzzer. ‘Nope. Try again.’

You turn and fold your arms, leveling her with your most serious stare and finally she relents.

‘Oh fine. You’re lucky I love you,’ she says, stepping closer. Something about the mischievous twinkle in her eyes causes the forewarning in the pit of your stomach to come alive again. 

‘There’s a new dancer starting,’ she says nonchalantly. 

Your brows pull together. ‘Okay... and? We get new dancers all the time, how is that news?’

‘Remember that show we watched last month? That dance competition we binged?’

‘I remember you turning it into a drinking game and almost passing out halfway through the first episode.’

She rolls her eyes and laughs. ‘Yes. That one. Well, I have it on news from a secret source that your favorite dancer just accepted a job here and will be here tomorrow to watch the show.’

Images flood your mind - a downright sinful expression on an angelic face. Hip thrusts revealing swaths of tanned, sweat-covered skin. An artistry of movement that somehow stirred both your heart and your desire. 

A groan falls from your lips. ‘Oh, shit.’

Sarah’s eyes light up and she gives you finger guns. ‘There it is!’

‘Kim Jongin is going to be dancing here?’ you ask, desperate to seek clarification.

‘You got it, babe,’ she says, pulling her hair back into a low ponytail and turning to leave. ‘Get ready to burn.’

For a moment you watch her weave through the crowd of dancers, assistants, servers, and bartenders and feel your life tilt off balance.

‘Helloooo ladieeees and welcome to Elyxion, the number one male revue on the strip, out-thrusting Chippendale’s and Thunder From Down Under six nights a week. Are you ready to get this party started?’ Chanyeol’s voice booms over the speakers and the packed crowd goes wild. 

You chuckle to yourself and bend down to take a woman’s drink order over the ecstatic screams of the crowd. 

The sound of a fire alarm goes off through the room and you quickly write down the drink and move toward the bar. 

‘Uh oh, ladies. I think there might be…’ Chanyeol’s joyful voice strings along the crowd, playing perfectly to the mix of fantasy and reality they came here for. 

He walks across the stage, lifting his hand to his ear. ‘A FIRE IN THE BUILDING.’

The lights in the room drop just as you come to stand next to Kat at the bar. The two of you share an amused look and turn to watch the first performance. 

Minseok always starts the show with the first solo - a firefighter number. Something about his combination of devastatingly hotness and his warm and reassuring presence sets the tone for the evening. 

You discreetly deliver drinks to the tables during his dance.

His stare practically bores a hole in the back of your head and you know he’s hoping you’ll make eye contact. It’s a game you both enjoy playing, but there’s something missing tonight. 

For some reason when you finally relent, as you always do, and watch him essentially dry hump the bachelorette on stage to Nelly’s ‘Hot in Herre’ you don’t feel the same electricity you once did.

With a confused shake of your head you carry on with the evening, laughing with the bar staff and other waiters, dancing along to the music when you can’t resist, and wondering what it is about the mere mention of Jongin that threw you off your groove.

The mid-afternoon line in Starbucks drags, sapping your energy. You step from foot to foot, eyeing the man at the front of the line who is placing what appears to be a million orders at once. 

All you want is caffeine, but apparently Saturday is going to put you through hell to get it. After a long Friday night and with another wild night ahead of you, Saturdays always feel like three days in one. 

With a sigh you raise your hand and begin to work your thumb into a kink in your neck. A buzzing in your pocket draws your attention. You pull out your phone and glance at the text on the screen. 

Sarah 2:15pm dead woman walking

Sarah 2:15pm hope you’re ready for tonight ;)

Y/N 2:16pm you stop that now

Sarah 2:16pm nope, can’t make me

Sarah 2:16pm muahahahaha

You laugh to yourself and slide the phone back in the pocket of your dress. 

Finally the man of a million orders moves to the side and the line moves forward. 

The heat in Vegas is an insistent, unrelenting beast. It tugs at your hair, plays along the line of your neck, trails down your spine, refusing to let you find relief. If the club wasn’t air conditioned you’d be willing to bet women of all ages would literally pass out from the combination of masculine sexuality and heat in the air. 

It’s especially hot in this goddamn Starbucks because the constant crush of bodies refuses to let the door stay closed and do its job of keeping this place cool. 

A group of teenagers brushes past you. One of the boys reaches around to tickle the girl next to him and she jolts in surprise, crashing into you and throwing you backward - directly into the person behind you.

Strong hands wrap around your body, keeping you upright.

‘Shit, I’m so sorry,’ the girl says, reaching out a hand in your direction.

You wave her off with a smile. ‘No harm, no foul. It’s crowded as hell in here.’

She looks relieved and the hoard of youths finally departs, leaving you to turn and thank your rescuer. 

Only years of customer service jobs and a practiced ability to control your reactions keeps you from dropping your mouth in shock. 

The man behind you is none other than Kim Jongin himself, even more handsome in person in low slung jeans and a plain black button-up shirt. He finally removes his fingers from their hold on your upper arms and instantly you want to ask him to put them back.

‘Are you all right?’ he asks, low voice cascading across your skin. 

You shake your head to clear it and give him a warm smile. ‘Yes, thanks to you.’

He laughs. ‘No problem. I’m not used to Starbucks’ being so crowded, but then again I’ve never visited one in Vegas.’

‘I know, right? Vegas is a universe unto itself. No normal rules apply.’

The line slides forward and you take a few steps up before turning back to him. When you do you see that he’s nonchalantly taking a look at your tanned legs showed to perfection by the skirt you’re wearing.

Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, you think, lips twitching in amusement.

‘See something you like?’ 

He lifts his eyes to meet yours. Were he another man he might look apologetic, chastised, or maybe make a pass at you, a bold statement claiming you as his own possession to admire. 

But he surprises you.

‘Sorry, that was rude of me - checking you out before I even ask your name.’ 

A boyish smile graces his lips accompanied by the seductive lift of one brow. A heat that has nothing to do with the high temperatures outside sweeps through you. 

Warning bells go through your mind. Your commitment to not date people you work with. A hard-learned lesson not to be swept up by men who seem too good to be true rushes to your consciousness.

But unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at things, you’ve never been one to heed warnings. 

The moment stretches on, neither of you breaking eye contact. There’s something in his irises, playing around his expression you can’t place. An attraction, sure. Playfulness, definitely. You decide to call it purity, someone who is exactly who he presents himself to be - no bullshit or facade, a rarity in Vegas.

You are well and truly fucked. And he didn’t even have to take your clothes off.

‘Well. Are you going to ask?’ you say, giving him your best flirtatious smile.

His brows crease adorably. ‘Ask what?’

The line moves forward and you’re finally to the register. Delight courses through you. Leaning forward you pause a few inches from his ear, looking at him through your lashes. ‘My name.’

He laughs, a bright warm sound, as unrestrained and un-self-conscious as the rest of him while you place your order. 

When you step aside he’s got his phone out, holding it up to you with your name saved, making you laugh. Damn, you’d given your name to the barista. 

‘How about a number to go with the name?’ 

Your lips pull back into a lopsided smirk. ‘I don’t think you’ll need it.’

He looks confused again. Somehow, your drink is already ready, the barista at the end of the bar calling your name. 

‘I work at Elyxion,’ you say, joy and mischief infusing your words. 

He chuckles, looking down at his feet. Another man might have asked questions, been off-put by the clear disparity of information between the two of you. But once again he surprises you, merely lifting a shoulder and turning to place his order. 

‘I’ll see tonight.’

‘See you there... Jongin,’ you draw out the syllable, earning another laugh from him as you weave your way outside through the crowd.

The buzz in the club is even higher than normal when you arrive. Something about Jongin’s upcoming appearance has pushed everyone to operate at an even higher level. Costume staff, servers, even some of the strippers themselves - all seem to be trying extra hard tonight. 

You laugh to yourself as you get ready, already surrendered to whatever the night will bring. 

When you show up to the pre-opening staff huddle you find Jongin easily, his silver hair shining even in the low light of the prep room. When he sees you he gives you a wink before turning to listen to your general manager Junmyeon give the rundown for the show tonight.

He introduces Jongin and everyone welcomes him, the words passing through your mind without your notice. You’re far too distracted by the low cut shirt he’s wearing as you shamelessly check him out.

He catches you watching and smothers a laugh, raising an eyebrow as if to say fair is fair. 

You mouth ‘at least I know your name’ to him and his eyes crinkle at the corner as he tries not to laugh.

The huddle breaks up and Junmyeon claps a hand on Jongin’s shoulder, steering him backstage to watch the show. 

Unfortunately you only catch glimpses of him throughout the night as you serve drinks. He watches the routines with focus, mimicking the moves subtly in almost real time. 

You find him like a homing beacon every time you serve on the far side of the room. And every time you walk back to the bar you run your hand along your neck, simultaneously cursing and thanking God for bringing this man into your orbit. 

Sunday is everyone’s Friday, blessedly. A final show to close out the week and then a long day off on Mondays for everyone to rest and recover. 

After two full days of weekend high the building is always nice and empty when you arrive for your shift. Sunday afternoons you and Kat do all the weekly tasks like inventory and ordering and bookkeeping in between yawning and drowning yourselves in coffee. 

Jongin arrives just after two in an obscenely arousing pair of gray sweatpants and a black tank top. He waves to you and Kat while chatting with some of the other performers before heading onstage. 

You do your best to not watch his rehearsal, avoiding the way you can see every line of his body as he practices the choreography. 

‘Those goddamn hip thrusts,’ you mutter, glancing away as if he’s the sun, too bright and hot to look at without being burned in some way.

‘What was that?’ Kat asks, but the look on her face lets you know that she’s aware of not only what you said, but also what you meant. 

You stick your tongue out at her and kneel down to intently count the glassware behind the bar. 

‘That’s what I thought.’

After the last of the group numbers is through a DJ Khaled song starts, low and dangerous, and you feel it in your gut that this is the song they’ve chosen for Jongin’s solo dance. 

‘Fuck,’ you sigh.

‘He’s dancing right now isn’t he,’ you ask with a wince, looking up at Kat. 

She’s got her arms folded, leaning back against the bar. She tilts her head and whistles. ‘He sure is, my friend.’

‘Double fuck,’ you laugh to yourself. 

‘You really should be watching this.’

‘Nope. No. Definitely not,’ you say decisively. ‘No dating people I work with. Or anything else for that matter, no matter how sweet and charming and incredible at dancing they are.’

She laughs. ‘Honey, I think you might want to make an exception.’

You narrow your eyes at her and go back to counting, standing and turning your back on the stage to work on the liquors.

‘You know that works better when you practice on a real person!’ Kat calls out, startling you.

‘What are you doing?!’

When you turn you see Sehun the choreographer rolling his eyes in amusement and Jongin on the floor, raised up on his arms smiling at you.

Kat gives you a satisfied grin. ‘Trust me.’

Jongin stands, resting his hands on his hips. Even from this distance you can see his chest rise and fall with his breathing, the sweat that shines on his chest and arms. 

He stares you down, raising that damn brow in challenge. ‘Are you volunteering?’

She practically shoves you forward, taking the inventory list from your hands. ‘Yes, she is.’

You curse under your breath and smooth your hair behind your ears while you walk. Just what you need, to burn alive with lust while half your co-workers watch. 

‘Hold You Down’ starts over again, the bass from the speakers thrumming through your veins. 

In all the months you’ve worked here you could count on one hand the number of times you’ve been on stage. And you knew decidedly how many times you’ve been on stage in this context - none. 

From here the bright lights of the stage make it hard to see the rest of the room, or even backstage. The spotlights create a bubble that exists only for you and Jongin. You assume the position on the chair set up at center stage, bracing your hands and grasping the edges of the chair for dear life.

With his eyes fixed on yours he moves in time to the beat, drawing his lip into his mouth and biting down as he takes off his shirt with aching slowness. 

Once it’s free he steps up to you, bringing his face a breath from yours. He bends down, running his hands up your thighs to grasp your hips. You almost whine at how goddamn good he looks staring up at you, his head inches from where you want him the most, if you’re honest with yourself. 

In one fluid motion he cups your thighs and lifts you onto his shoulders, your legs over him and your crotch directly in his face. You scream and laugh, grasping the back of his head in your hands to avoid falling. He gives you a wink that only you can see and your shake your head in amusement.

The chorus kicks in, fast and sensual, and he shifts you, spinning you into a bridal style hold. 

He moves again, laying you on the floor before tearing off his pants and crawling over you, a hungry look on his face that makes you clench your thighs together. 

You’re so captivated by his expression you hardly see what he’s doing with his body. But oh, how you feel it. 

His thighs press against yours as he grinds himself into you, balancing the line all male dancers have to between giving the lucky chosen woman what she wants but maintaining enough professional distance to avoid coming on too strong.

Too bad, I want you closer you think, surprising yourself. 

He finally finishes and helps you up. From the way he’s breathing heavily and watching you, you know he was thinking the same thing. He thanks you and you walk back to the bar as best as you can without passing out.

‘So, how was it?’ Kat asks.

‘I’m going to need a cold shower as soon as I get home,’ you sigh. ‘Or more  batteries for my vibrator.’

Kat laughs, clapping you on the shoulder. ‘Or you could just fuck him. The man is umm literally drooling on you.’

You lift your eyes skyward, praying for divine assitance.

It goes on like this for days.

Lunches at the taco joint down the street, laughing about tales from your previous jobs and his wild career. Dancing together when the group goes out after work to hit the strip on Thursday night. 

Flirting with Jongin is a dangerous game you can’t help but play. 

Perhaps its resisting fate, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the feeling in your chest when he brushes your hair behind your ear one night. 

Or perhaps it’s logic, warning you away from what could be disastrous for your sanity. For life as you know it. Watching him grind on other women on stage makes jealousy and possession rise in your chest like a hungry wolf, in a way it never did for Minseok. 

It disturbs you how fast this man has blotted out the rest of your life, and you can’t figure out how to feel about it.

Sunday arrives and once again you watch Jongin dance, feeling like you might combust at any moment from a combination of lust and need and … something decidedly softer. 

You take a break as lunch arrives and head to the back room to check your phone. You turn while scrolling through instagram, bumping into a solid form. 

This time when Jongin’s arms keep you upright you’re inches from his face. The smell of his cologne and his sweat, the devilish smile on his lips, makes you almost whine out loud. 

‘Hey,’ you start with a laugh, but you can’t bring yourself to move. 

‘Hey,’ he repeats with a smirk.

Blessedly the back room is empty. You can hear Minseok and Chanyeol laughing distantly and you know they’re entertaining the group while everyone eats. Leaving the two of you all alone back here, for better or worse.

In the silence he lifts his hands to cradle your jaw, his thumbs sweeping across your cheeks. With a sigh you finally succumb to this thing between you, resting your face against his hand and closing your eyes.

‘I love what we have right now, but I don’t just want to flirt with you,’ he says softly. ‘And I’m not just trying to sleep with you, I want more.’

Once again he surprises you with his guilelessness, speaking the truth with no hint of shame. He waits until you open your eyes to continue.

‘I want you to be mine. Will you let me take you for dinner tomorrow?’

Your heart feels like it turns into liquid butter. You shrug and say, ‘Okay.’ 

‘Okay?’ he asks, confusion once again turning his face boyish and adorable. 

You laugh and drop your hands to hold onto his hips. ‘Okay.’

You nod. Simple as that. Perhaps you knew the day you met him that this is where things would lead. Or maybe it’s just that Vegas magic. Either way, you’ll take it. 

He smiles in response, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your face into his neck and sighing in satisfaction.

A moment later he pulls back, cupping your neck with his hand and pressing his lips to yours without waiting any longer. He kisses softer than you’d expect from his dancing. Steadily working his mouth against yours until you relax and soften in his arms. 

You move your hands to his neck, tangling them in his hair and gently tugging on his lower lip. He grins against you, sliding his tongue along the seam of your lips seeking entrance. 

His hands slide down your sides, trailing heat in their wake, heading for your hips. You moan into his mouth as his strong hands slip under the edge of your shirt and caress the skin of your lower back.

The two of you kiss for what feels like days in the quiet, dark back room. Days could have passed and you wouldn’t have even noticed. Eventually he pulls back and gives you a grin.

After a beat you speak. ‘Okay, but could we do both the sex and the relationship, I’m about to die from how badly I want you.’

He laughs against your hair, a low sound that surrounds you. Pulling his head back he meets your gaze, heat evident in his expression. 

Slowly he presses you against the wall, his arousal clearly evident against your thigh. 

‘Come with me,’ he says with a suggestive raise of his brows, clasping your hand in his. 

‘More than happy to,’ you quip, earning you another laugh from him as he leads you into one of the changing rooms.

[alitheamateur]

The Grind- Chapter 17

Warnings: Language. In-ring violence.

Once I got inside to join the others, I found them all huddled on the foamy, red rubber wrestling mat that spanned over half the room. Probably planning my demise. I dropped my duffle and belongings off in the ladies locker room on the way, and downed a lukewarm bottle of water, then with a sigh of heavy, anxious breath, I made my way to boot camp.

“Alright, chick. You good to go?” Tia was the first to speak, and I hesitated to find the right response.

“Uh, I think so? But, by the looks of you three conniving little shits, I’m not sure.” I replied as I began the series of pre-workout stretches they’d shown me.

“Willow is gonna start out with some really, really basic stuff with ya’. Simple kicks, some jab patterns, and there’s a fairly easy little takedown I want to try to show you, too. Sound like a plan, Elliott?”

“Yes, ma’am. Let’s get it going!” I loosened up my stiffening neck from side to side.

“That’s the enthusiasm, I like to see! Let’s get it on!” Willow clapped with me a firm hand to the shoulder, then proceeded to lightly massage over both my blossoming trap muscles, encouraging a calmness over me.

I spent over 6 hours in the gym that day. Not only because it was Saturday, and I sadly had nothing better to do, but I was enjoying myself. Not so much however,  the tender slash drying up on my right cheekbone from the obvious perfectly executed take down move that my overzealous friend had gone over with me. The crew wasn’t taking it lightly with me, but they also weren’t laughing me off the mats when I so clearly didn’t belong there, stammering and stumbling around for majority of the lessons. Willow reassured me not squander my progress so quickly, and that she had been very pleasantly surprised at the talent of my technique.

“I think your background with basketball is definitely behind the skill of your footwork, Liv. You’ve definitely got that natural-born athleticism in ya’.”

In spite of how flattering their compliments were, I still felt like a flopping fish out of water in this world. Their world. The Muay Thia, Jiu Jitsu combinations hadn’t been a total shit show, thankfully, and I felt fairly good about some of the little jabs I had countered with Tia, but that creeping doubt still swam through me. What the hell was I trying to prove? Was I doing this to feel closer to.. him? There wasn’t a shadow of doubt that Tia and the others wouldn’t let me get myself seriously injured, and I figured they must not see me as a total waste considering the countless hours of training they were walking me through, so I kept trucking along. Nursing the glimmering flame of excitement and the thrill of fighting that had ignited in me.

Willow sent me off to the showers with a swift smack to the rear, laughing at the wince it elicited out of me. The next afternoon would be the birthday celebration Tia had so, so, SO persistently insisted on throwing, with my actual big day falling on the Independence holiday on Monday. I painfully wondered if I’d even have the legs to move from my bed to the shower when I woke up the following morning, much less paint on a stupid, dopey party grin.

The Sunday sun had risen, along with my dead to the world slumbering body. I still smelled the lingering aroma of the lavender medicinal salts I had soaked in the day before. Once the moment I reached the apartment, and again directly before bed, hoping to maybe get some painless hours of sleep. Before I even assessed my pain level, I moved only an arm to reach for the bottle of anti-inflammatories I had brought to bed with me, knowing no doubt when I did muster the energy to make the move towards the bathroom, I’d run face first into the cement wall of soreness.

I stepped every so gingerly off the side of my heightened bedside, desperately needing to release the gallons of water I had drank the previous day per Tia’s instruction. Glancing instinctively towards the medicine cabinet mirror over the sink, I grimaced dreadfully at the bulbous cut that had slightly bruised overnight. Tia’s elbow tag to my face connected lightly, however directly on the bulging point of my cheekbone. After relieving myself, I flushed and leaned down to turn the bath handle, opening the spout, only not turning the knob much past the coolest temperature. If I was expected to rub elbows with Tia and the rest of my party guest list, I’d need to pull out all of the first aid stops for sore, tight muscles. After pouring the chilly mop bucket filled with ice to the brim into the already clear, glacier like bath water, I stepped over the side one foot at a time, sucking deep breaths to help adjust to the goosebumps multiplying over my body.

After soaking beyond the time I could stand, I emptied the tub and harshly knocked the handle to change to the hottest setting, and washed the coolness off under the scalding shower head. I rummaged through the bottom drawer of the vanity in search of the antibiotic ointment I was sure I had bought when I first moved in the place, to smear over the open slit under my eye. The gash would definitely raise whispers in public for the next few days. I was about to drop my robe and begin dressing when my phone buzzed twice on the countertop.

Andrew: Hey, birthday girl. Better come get your celebratory blend at the shop this morning, we won’t be in tomorrow. You know I can’t let The Grind bigwigs deprive their best customer of her free birthday beverage!

My favorite barista saving the day, of course. For the last two years, Andrew made it a point to treat me to a free coffee down at The Grind for my birthday. The first morning I discovered the little gem tucked away on the corner was actually my first birthday in the city. Andrew, being the employee of the year he is, chatted me up, spilled the 411 on some other little hidden treasures in the city, and insisted on welcoming me  with my choice of beverage on the house. The mousy, sweetheart was one of the good ones here in the dog-eat-dog city.

I increased the pace, and pulled the locked door closed behind me, heading down the road for my awaiting morning pick me up. I parked farther from the entrance than my usual front and center spot, hoping the still rising heat of the summer sunshine, and gentle exercise of walking may loosen up my painful, creaking joints. I pondered keenly over the idea of an actual birthday celebration since I moved to my new home here, knowing Tia would surely pull out all the bells and whistles for my day, because that’s the exceptional friend she was. Her itinerary would began with she & I shopping at our two favorite boutiques down at the square, then and early dinner with the rest of the party crowd before her final surprise of the evening. I poked and prodded at her text the night before, telling her it was of utmost importance that she fill me in so I wouldn’t have to blindly pick an outfit, but me imploring protests were all for naught.

I shook out of the growing daydream and I made the last turn into the propped open door of the shop. The morning hours were dwindling, along with the early crowd, so Andrew was able to catch my eye when I entered, the edgy wonderment on his face instantly obvious to me. I leaned over the counter, no one else in line so his attention was all mine.

“Good morning, Drewby. What’s up? I think I’ll do a mocha frap this year! I need the sugar rush!”

“You got it,” he answered, but his tone still iffy.

He walked over to his blender and began mixing and adding ice, and I turned my back to him nonchalantly scanning over the few faces left in the shop, recognizing some familiar frequent flyers. The people watching distraction was interrupted when I heard Andrew nearing behind me, clearing his throat. I was flabbergasted when I was met with his hand outstretched with my order, and an overflowing, pungently sweet bouquet of creamy pink peonies sitting on the empty bar.

“Andrew! You did not! Oh my gosh, Drew.” My screeching appreciation drawing attention in the almost otherwise soundless room.

He exhaled a heavy sigh with a raspberry sound on his lips and shifty eyes. “Wait, Liv. S-slow down for a second… they’re uh, they’re not from me.”

I tightened my brow. “Tia! That sly little bitch. I swear, she’s so beyond over the to-“ my second assumption was suddenly hushed by Andrew.

“They’re from Colton, Liv. Not Tia…”

I couldn’t make sense of my own English, native language to process his abrupt interruption. How? When? Why?

“Here, babe. There’s a card.” he pulled a white envelope from the center of the vased garden of pink. I looked to the card, then to his gaze, the card, then his gaze again. I wasn’t sure I had the clear eyes or mind to comprehend whatever he’d written in it, and did I even want to? Against my screaming better judgment, I hastily clutched it from Andrew.

Liv,

This is the least I could do. I think you said these were your favorite.

Hopefully I didn’t screw that up to.

Hopefully they make you smile.

Happy Birthday, 2-1.

Love, Colt

I recognized his unsteady, marred handwriting instantly. They were undoubtedly from him. Andrew reached over to catch the lone tear dropping down my cheek, and I cringed as he grazed over my cut in doing so.

“How, Drew? Explain.” I demanded through a sorrowfully clenched jaw. My hand chattered, clutching with the jaws of life onto the note.

“He came by at open this morning. He was waiting outside the door before I even turned the lights on,” he began with a hesitant chuckle. “When I let him in, he asked me if I thought you’d be in anytime within the next two days. He said he couldn’t find a local shop that was delivering since it was a holiday weekend, and he wanted to make sure you got them. The guy looked honestly like hell, Liv. I couldn’t say no. I mean, they’re just flowers so I thought they were innocent enough. I should’ve known. I’m sorry, I should’ve minded my own business.”

The one lonesome tear was joined now by some other escaping friends, but was it sadness? Relief? Could I truly be happy with the unforeseen gift?  What was he expecting in return? What this supposed to be his apology? Millions of demanding, uncontrollable question marks pounded my brain, nearly beating me into a foggy oblivion.

“Don’t be sorry, goodness, Andrew. That’s so, so far from necessary, honestly. Thank you for getting them to me. They’re beautiful though, aren’t they?” I sniffled, childishly wiping at my running nose with the back of my hand.

“Um, YES! That pouty little brute opened up his wallet for these. There’s got to be like, three dozen of them!” I couldn’t help but allow myself a smirk amongst my emotional chaos.

“I know, that bastard. What am I supposed to do, Drew?” I pulled the shimmering vase closer to inhale the fresh, poignant sea of pink.

“Seems like you’ve got a whole lot to think about, my friend.”    

 My 23rd birthday came and went, Tia’s careful and thorough celebration checklist passed with smooth sailing. She hadn’t overlooked a single, miniscule detail from the champagne she had chilling for us when we arrived at our first shopping destination, to the heinous pink boa she snaked around my neck when we were seated with our guests at dinner downtown at the snazzy surf-and-turf, apparently very happening restaurant, concluding from the hordes of hungry customers waiting out front to be seated. Andrew had joined with his plus one, my gym rats Austin, Willow, and Cal, who also brought his latest lady endeavor, the clerk who assisted us earlier at the boutique, she and I had become friendly as of late, Kate from my apartment building, and of course Tia’s on again-off again boy toy, Ethan.  My small circle was all there to shower me with gifts, hugs, and probably three too many birthday shots.

I couldn’t hide the rousing satisfaction I felt having all my cherished ones together in one room. Almost all. I’d have given a thousand sacrifices to have had Sara sharing the moment. And of course, well, you know who, as well. I attempted to contact him via text to express my reluctant gratitude, however the message never connected. He’d either gotten a new number in the passing year and a half, or I had been added to the block list…

That night ended with my best friend absolutely taking the cake. Her well-kept last event of the night turned out to be a concert on the outskirts of the city at a new outdoor amphitheater. We spent roughly 3 hours under the breezy Pittsburgh, summer sky being serenated under the dim stars by Gavin Degraw, a lifelong favorite of mine. The expectation surpassing performance finished with a literal bang as uproarious fireworks echoed over the grounds, colors I didn’t know I could see in the sky exploded continuously. I nearly considered caving in to Tia’s repetitive, forward romantic advances towards me and kissed her out of overwhelming appreciation for the weeks of finalizing she’d exerted into the whole night, along with the amounts of cash she’d spilled out, I’m sure. When I settled at home in the wee hours, I melted into bed for some much desired rest. The pink, cascading bouquet of peonies on my nightstand being my last conscious vision before nodding off. They had almost sang me to sleep that night. All 32 of them. I counted. 

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[goddessofthundathighs]

Hoe Ass Erik: The House Special, Pt. 2

Ok so let me start by saying that this WAS NOT supposed to be a thing. You all can blame @panthergoddessbast & @readmywrites for this train wreck, okurr?

Pairing: MIT Erik x Black OCs

Warning: Gather your pearls darling, because this is FILTH!

Word Count: 1,686

“Texting your little boyfriend again?” Erik asked, caressing Henny’s calf muscles as her legs rested in his lap. The two had spend the day lazily curled up on the couch eating pizza and watching Death Note on Netflix.

“Yeah, he’s being weird,” she admitted, still looking down at her phone.

For the last few days Ares had been distant with her, not returning any of her phone calls and turning down all of her offers to hang out.

“He better not be tryna ghost you, that's all I know,” Erik said poking out his chest. Regardless of how things got between the two, she was his best friend first and he'd be damned if anyone hurt her. Besides him of course.

A rough knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Erik answered, expecting it to be one of Henny’s clients, but smirked devilishly when he saw it was Ares.

“Ayo Shy, ya little boyfriend here,” he called over his shoulder, stepping back to let Ares in.

“Whatever nigga,” Ares said, pushing past Erik.

“Can you give us a moment please, E?” Henny asked sensing the tension in the room.

“You got it Princess. I’ll be in my room if you need me,” he says back, leaving the pair alone in the living room.

“You fucking that nigga?” Ares growled as soon as Erik left the room.

Hennessy was taken aback. Before she could fix her mouth to answer, Ares held up his phone, playing the voicemail she’d left him last Saturday night. She was mortified when she heard her moans mixed with the vulgar things Erik was saying to unravel her.

“Ares, I’m so—“

“Save it,” he replied, cutting her off. “I’m tired of this back and forth shit babygirl. You gotta make a choice, either me or him.”

I know you fucking lying!

“You’re joking, right?” Shy asked, struggling to hold back a laugh.

Ares squared his shoulders and tightened his jaw.

“I’m not seeing the joke here, Hennessy.”

“The joke is you, Ares. You expect me to choose between top tier, premium grade dick and a dick I haven’t even seen yet?” She cackled loudly. You would think that dealing with Erik would’ve taught Hennessy about underestimating nerdy guys with nice bodies, but obviously not. Ares grabbed her by her throat and pinned her against the front door, effectively rendering her speechless.

“Well looks like just you’re gonna have to have us both, Princess,” he sneered.

Henny’s eyes widened when she saw Erik re-enter the room in nothing but his grey sweats, and a pair of handcuffs in hand.

“Starting without me, Res?” He asked, raising one eyebrow.

“My bad, E. That smart ass mouth of hers got the best of me,” Ares responded, still gripping her throat.

Hennessy was a heady combination of confused and turned on. Though she had fantasized about both of these big ass niggas ravaging her insides on several occasions, she never thought to bring it up to either of them due to their macho, alpha male egos.

“You know you talk a lot in your sleep, Princess,” Erik says, noting the confusion on her face. “You’ve been wanting this for a while now and we’d be terrible boyfriends if we didn’t deliver what our lady desired.”

Hennessy’s entire body went numb. Ares, still gripping her by the throat, switched their positions so that he was now against the door and lowered her to her knees.

“Gimme my arch, mama,” Erik says creeping up behind her. She wasted no time maneuvering herself into his favorite position. He took her wrists in one hand and cuffed them behind her back. Ares lowered himself so that he was crouching in front of her on the floor.

“You once told me if you got the chance, you’d slurp me like some ramen noodles,” He recalls, undoing his pants. “Well show me how well you can slurp,” he says as his dick springs from confinement. Hennessy’s mouth watered at the sight. She wasn’t given time to properly appreciate the sight in front of her before he was stretching her throat to capacity. He fucked her face with a vengeance, reveling in the fact that her smart ass mouth was good for other things. Just as she was finding her rhythm, she felt Erik’s hand creep up her skirt. She immediately regretted her decision of not wearing panties as his thick tongue circled her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.

“Nah babygirl,” Ares cooed. “Keep them eyes on me and don’t make me tell you again.”

Hennessy was sure that she was drowning Erik with her juices because hearing Ares speak to her like this made her incredibly wet. Lost in the feeling of having both her throat and pussy simultaneously stimulated, Henny’s ass began to drop slightly. Just as she began to grind her pussy on Erik’s face, she felt two harsh slaps on her ass.

“Lift that ass up!” They yelled in unison. Henny groaned at the sound of both of her favorite men asserting their dominance over her. She locked eyes with Ares and began taking him deeper in her throat, letting him indulge in her lack of a gag reflex. Her moans increased in volume as she felt something cold and wet enter her unexplored hole. While his tongue danced in her wetness, Erik pushed the anal plug deeper into her uncharted territory, twisting it gently. Her ministrations faltered slightly as she adjusted to the new sensation, but she quickly bounced back, sucking Ares off with a newfound vigor. She could tell he was close by the way his teeth gnawed at his bottom lip. She allowed him to slip out of her mouth briefly before turning her attention to his balls, taking them both in and out of her mouth with a loud ‘pop’! She quickly took him back in her mouth, feeling his dick throb as she swallowed him back down.

“Fuck Hennessy!” Ares roared as he released himself down her throat. She smirked to herself as she watched her black Greek god come undone under her ministrations.

“You think you hot shit, huh?” Erik asked, removing his mouth from her throbbing clit and the plug from her ass. “It’s cool though. I got something for that ass,” he says, slamming himself into her newly stretched hole. He pulled her onto her knees and continued thrusting into her, placing soft kisses along her jawline. Ares’s lips find hers as Erik continued his assault on her asshole. She released a strangled moan against his lips as he reached down between their bodies to massage her g-spot.

“You good, baby?” Ares asks, laying on his back and positioning her over his member. “I feel her tightening up around my fingers.” Ares swaps his fingers for his dick, pushing her all the way down so that he touches her g-spot. She mewls at the sensation of having both of her holes stretched to capacity. He slowly thrusts himself into her, allowing her to suck her essence from his fingers.

“I think he asked you a question, Monae,” Erik purred as he slowed his strokes to sync with Ares. Hennessy couldn’t think straight, let alone answer anybody’s questions. Her mind had gone to Wonderland with no signs of returning anytime soon.

“What’s the matter, Princess? Why you so quiet?” Ares asked, gripping her hips to grind her down on him. She wanted to respond, she really did, but the way these niggas were ravaging her body had her at a loss for words and she really didn’t care about the consequences.

“You don’t wanna talk to us, babygirl? That’s fine with me. But if you cum, that’s ya ass,” Erik hissed. As if on cue, they both began pounding into her like the filthy little cumbag she was. Her legs began shaking violently, a dead giveaway that her orgasm was close. The duo continued until she was just about to crest and simultaneously pulled out of her, causing her to almost hit the floor.

“You tired, mama?” Ares teased, lifting her from the floor and slamming her back down on his shaft. Her arms snaked around his neck and he pounded into her with slow, deep strokes.

“Oh God!” she screamed, as her stomach began to tighten again.

“That’s right, I’m your God,” Ares tutted. “Say that shit again, Princess.”

“You’re my God!”

“And you worship this dick!”

“And I worship that dick! Fuck me!” she screamed.

Feeling her nearing her end, Ares pulled her off and draped her torso over the kitchen counter. The cool granite against her breasts in her thin t-shirt sent chills down her spine as Erik entered her slickness from behind.

“Arch that shit!” Ares barked, stroking himself at the sight of Hennessy’s disheveled state. Her throat was raw from all the screaming she was doing, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Her lovers had brought her deepest darkest fantasy to fruition and had made the experience more than memorable.

She looked back at Erik with hooded eyes.

“Daddy, please,” she whimpered.

“Please what babygirl?” He asked, gripping a fistful of her messy curls.

“Can I cum, please, Daddy Erik?” she whined.

“Nah, hold that shit,” Ares responded before thrusting himself into her mouth.

Every nerve in Hennessy’s body was on fire. Sex with Erik had always been amazing, but adding Ares definitely heightened the sensation. When she felt both of their thrusts becoming sloppy, Henny went into overdrive. She started throwing her ass back against Erik while taking all of Ares down her throat.

“You close, mama?” Erik asked, struggling to keep his composure.

She vigorously shook her head ‘yes’.

“Come on then, Princess,” Ares purred. “We right behind you.”

Guttural groans and shrill screams filled the air as the trio came in unison. Erik removed the cuffs from Henny’s wrists, massaging them to relieve the tension. Both men helped clean her up before tucking her into bed. As they made their way back to the living room, Ares paused and looked at Erik.

“You think we should tell her about the dream she had about the greenhouse?”

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[littlewalken]

Spider-Man x Deadpool story starter

I start it, you finish it

Contains a hint of lemon

Spider-Man + Deadpool

“PNDB”

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Deadpool had to be smiling underneath his mask. He stood at the podium twiddling his thumbs, waiting. Peter Parker lifted his camera to his face and took a picture. There was still a good couple of minutes to stop this.

Being “the local leader” J3 Communications had been steadily building its footing with it’s independent television empire, and part of that included a local UHF channel which allowed anyone their fifteen minutes of public discourse-as long as it didn’t incite hatred, violence, or break any other FCC laws. 

So today it was the turn of the masked vigilante Deadpool to make his choice of chairs, tables, podiums, and fake plants and take to live air with a 90 delay. He had even left his weapons at security to show how serious he was about things. And he had to be serious because he hadn’t cracked a single joke. Well, he had, but they weren’t the zingers he was known for.

Even if Peter wasn’t the staff photographer required to get a few shots of everyone who appeared he would have been there n one form or another. Spider-Man’s presence might have set Deadpool off. At least he didn’t know who it was under the mask.

When it was time Deadpool took a deep a deep breath, “Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between and not. Fifteen years ago, last Valentine’s Day, that night exactly, I took your mother to pound town. Being the stupid idiots we were, we placed you for adoption in what was hopefully a loving family and not a Dickensian orphanage.

“Every Father’s Day that goes by, every Christmas, every one of your birthdays, I think about you,” Deadpool wiped a tear from his mask. “I think about all the things I’ve missed out on, teaching you to ride a bicycle, teaching you how to lob grenades, and all that macaroni art!

“So, if you’re the fruit of my loins please come to meet me this Saturday at noon on Fog Hill. And remember to spay and neuter your pets and strange relatives!” 

With that Deadpool left the podium. The control room would repeat his message two more times and pad the rest of the time with PSAs. 

“Hey! Shutterbug! I’m ready for my close-up!”

Peter knew better than to look through the view finder as sure enough, Deadpool had bent over and was mooning the camera with his bare ass. 

“Think I should have invited mom to come along too?” Deadpool wondered aloud. “Naw, she’ll probably hear about this any way.”

“Are you really looking for a child you gave up for adoption?” Asked an intern who was still fresh to the world.

“Nope, sorry, too old,” Deadpool dismissed them. 

“That’s front page…” 

“Nope nope nope,” Deadpool teased. “I doubt Babypool would read it anyway. I can see them now, one of those sword carrying Fedora tipping pony pokers, pajama wearing cat hoarding, do you think they’re in a relationship with a waifu pillow or a cardboard cut out? What if they’re normal? OMFG my child could be an accountant!”

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Peter Parker found his mind sent back in time, back to the April Fool’s Day after the Valentine’s Day Deadpool had spoken of. The day he had to make many adult decisions as the result of an adult choice he had made about six weeks previously. He would have to tell other people. 

Ned Leeds approached with a triumphant grin on his face as he held up his prize-a bag from a high priced jewelry store, even though it only had one handle and a mysterious stain. 

“Thanks, buddy,” Peter said as he took the bag and put it in his backpack.

“What do you need it for?” Ned asked in anticipation of being part of a great practical joke.

“Something… Something that I don’t think is that funny any more.” 

Ned could sense something wasn’t right with Peter. “Okay, but if it gets funny again please let me know. Or video it, okay?”

“You’ll know, everyone will know,” Peter said quietly. He could get one at the nurse’s office, she’d give him a pass for gym too. I’ll have to tell Mr Stark I can’t web sling for awhile. I’ll have to tell him. I’ll have to tell Aunt May.

Not wanting to tip anyone off Peter did his best to look green as he headed for the nurse’s office. The kid coming out made a comment asking if Peter had eaten a certain something at lunch too and he nodded. There were a few other queasy looking kids there. 

He had to write his request to the nurse on a note because he couldn’t dare say it aloud. Not that he didn’t already know. He just wanted a second opinion to know the first one was wrong.

It wasn’t wrong. 

And so, only a few months into being 18 and an adult, he had to figure out how to make it right. 

***

There was some stupid musical that had a song about taking away all the trappings of a magical evening and seeing things for what they really were in the daylight, and he was quite sure Joey McIntyre was involved with it. 

Deadpool had positioned himself on the roof of the park bathrooms in what he was sure was a sensual pose. After all the last time he and Spider-Man had been here things had gotten rather passionate. The poor kid had blubbered about his horrible Valentine’s Day, no tuxes left to rent in his size, melted chocolates, abandoned by his date, not wanting to intrude on friends who had gone off with theirs. 

It had taken longer to get through all the discouragement and consent then it took for the somewhat awkward masked sex. Please tell me there was at least one back of the car my parents are out for the evening something before this. 

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” Deadpool asked when he thought he saw something moving on the roof. He’d already told two raccoons and what he hoped was a pigeon. 

This time it was a person dressed in a Spider-Man costume and holding a gift bag. 

“I got you something.”

“A present! For me!” Deadpool squealed as he hopped to his feet. “Oh, you shouldn’t have! What on earth could it be?”

Spider-Man held out the bag but he didn’t budge. Something was wrong.

“Is it a bomb, please tell me one of my arc enemies has forced you in to delivering a bomb to me or they’ll kill your parents!” 

Even that failed to get a reaction from Spider-Man. 

“Thank you,” Deadpool said as he took the bag. He looked inside, took out the object, turned it a bit to catch the yellow security light. “You Bedazzled it and everything.”

“I thought you’d find that funny,” Spider-Man said quietly.

“I love it,” Deadpool said in a soft tone. 

There was a silence waiting for the other to laugh and break the tension. 

“Do you think unplanned parenthood is still open?” Deadpool finally asked.

“It’s called Planned Parenthood,” Spider-Man said.

“I don’t think so, we definitely didn’t plan this. 

***

“Is it Ned?”

“It’s not Ned.”

“Is it Flash Thompson?”

“It���s no one from school.”

“Is it Tony Stark?”

“No.”

“Is it Dr Banner.”

“It isn’t an Avenger.”

“So it was someone worth laying down with but not worth bringing home and introducing to me.” Aunt May returned to her larb. Of course she’d find the box to the home pregnancy test Peter had taken. He should have thrown it out at school but the positive result had shocked the sense out of him. 

“We kept our masks on,” Peter admitted. “He’s never asked who I am.”

Clunk, May’s fork hit the floor. The waiter brought her a new one. 

“I was going to take a gap year any way,” Peter said, the waiter still being close enough to possibly hear. 

“Are you going to keep it?”

“I don’t know.”

***

Tony Stark was taking the news harder than Aunt May did. He got up from behind his desk and marched to be face to face with Deadpool.

“Hey hey hey, he told me he was 42!” Deadpool joked. 

“Spider-Man,” Tony heavily emphasized the second word. “Can make his own choices. I just want to make sure that you…”

“Have already told my amazing baby mama that I will support him in what ever choices he makes with our prom night dumpster baby because it’s his body!” Deadpool snapped. 

“Halloween,” Spider-Man said. “That’s about when it’s due.”

“My bad math,” Deadpool said. 

Tony Stark still looked mad. 

***

Peter Parker looked at his phone, he was purposefully ignoring all of Tony Stark’s messages. All these years later, even after arranging the adoption, the subject of the Spider-Pool baby still pissed him off. He looked around at everyone who had gathered at Fog Hill in Central Park like Deadpool had asked and quite a few of them looked way to old. 

It was hard to pay attention to everything in general with the crowd, even Peter’s Spider-sense seemed to be going a bit crazy trying to sort its self out. When Deadpool finally arrived the crowd went wild. He climbed up on a rock and scanned the crowd.

Looking for a better line of sight the spider part of Peter’s brain directed him to a near by jungle gym. A couple of people who had been sitting there had gotten off to get closer to Deadpool but one kid remained. They were wearing a grey hoodie with goat ears and well worn sneakers. 

“Hey,” Peter said.

“Hey,” goat hoodie replied. 

His spider sense had never felt this way before. 

***

“It’s always fun and games until someone loses an eye.”

Spider-Man just shook his head. He had climbed up the sky scraper to think and Deadpool had followed.

“Do you think Tony Stark will tell you who it is?”

Spider-Man shook his head. 

“Because if either of our identities are compromised the bad guys could go after our kid and learn the identity of the other and all hell would break loose?”

Spider-Man nodded.

“Do you think our kid was even there?” Deadpool asked.

“Yes.”

[stylessemantics]

i'm assuming you watch Marvel but imagine if Harry was like Quicksilver..

YOU ASSUME CORRECTLY AND FUCKING FUCKETY FUCK. 

IDEK what to write here like. I’m just imagining Harry styles playing pietro maximoff in Avengers Age of Ultron now and it’s fucking with me lasdjfaldfhasldfh im dying.

Bad guys could never outrun him, the only thing that will always stop him dead in his tracks is you. To be speedster you kinda have to be insanely coordinated there’s a lot of fucking danger in tripping at that speed, or losing your focus and just blast through a fucking building with all that momentum you carry or misstep one of your feet. The first time it happened he wasn’t even running, he just spotted you from across campus as he was walking to a class and next thing he knows he’s on the ground and got trash all over him from the bin he’s knocked over along with his body.

And of course in the middle of laughter from his friends and weird looks from people, you’re the only one who actually comes over and asks if he’s ok, lending a hand to help him up. He’s a fast runner, but suddenly he’s a fast talker too and he’s dropping stupid rambling lines in a nano second.

God imagine him having to bolt into action mid conversation with this girl that he likes to stop a robbery or something, he’s like a friendly neighbourhood spiderman except he’s quicksilver. He doesn’t know how to end the chat without appearing to be rude but some old lady needs him to retrieve her purse. 

“Hey, I’ll talk to you later yeah?” and then he’s rushing off at a normal speed leaving you confused, until he’s behind a building and away from prying eyes when he zooms out. He delivers an extra punch to the thief just because he’s so angry that he can’t fucking talk to you normally without having to blast off or becoming a stuttering mess. How’s he ever gonna work off that rude exit! He’s sure it’s set him back on his progress with this girl. 

Imagine if Tony Stark himself called him mid chat with her. “Fuck off Stark” would be the first thing he’d say running into the avengers tower, punching the man on the arm and the avengers just look at him confused.“interrupted a date?” and he’s blushing like mad, and the whole team immediately knows, he’s never gonna hear the end of it from Hawkeye and The Falcon.

Christ and if one night after you’ve sorta become friends of some kind and he’s not as nervous, he spots you walking back from the library to campus and he insists on walking with you. You’re both going the same way anyways and he’d rather you didn’t walk these parts alone. Time had flown by, otherwise you would never walk alone this late, and before he can offer to always walk you back if it got to late – very smoothly might I add, like it was all set up, he was gonna offer his number and be very suave about it, it would be perfect – and he’s interrupted by a stupid gang of four pointing guns at you from a dark alley, asking you to give them everything. Money, phones, laptops. 

“For fuck’s sake” Harry just curses under his breath, annoyed. Really? Now? NOW? Here goes fucking nothing. 

And you can’t even fucking process what’s happening, there’s a breeze and a blur taking out the robbers, disarming them and chucking them to the other side of the street where they lie on the ground in pain and dizzy. And then the blur runs over to you and stops right in front of you, kicking up papers and leaves in his wake, and you can tell now. “Hi” Harry says sheepish with a sigh, a nervous grin on his face “surprise?” Of course there was no way he was letting those guys rob them, specially not when they were armed and there was a chance you could get actually harmed, but it also meant there was no way he could do this without you knowing he’s fucking Quicksilver, so now the cat’s out of the bag.“woah” is all you can say, shock evident in your face and you take a small step back, before he groans in embarrassment and facepalms.“I know. I know” 

But instead of running and avoiding him for the rest of forever like he expected you to do, you give him a grin – laced with shock and disbelief, but a grin nonetheless– stepping back over to him, and tell him his secret’s safe with you, and then of course you proceed to ask all the questions, and he answers with delight. “I can’t believe you’re Quicksilver” you whisper yell as you near campus.“Yeah. That’s me”“Wait do you not fall when you run at super speed? Cause I’ve seen you trip like a hundred times since i’ve met you and I’m guessing that’s dangerous”“uhhh” he scratches the back of his neck “Technically that’s your fault”“How?” you ask truly confused, and there’s a silence as Harry tries to think what the fuck he can say after that.“You’re... You’re too pretty” He groans in disgust the moment it’s out of his mouth. Is there a way he can run around the world enough to turn back time so he can NOT say that?“You’re pretty cute too, for a mutant” you joke, trying to let him know he’s not made it as awkward as he thinks, but all he can do is giggle nervously. He doesn’t know where the confidence comes from, but he’s blushing when he asks.“W-would you g-go on a da-date with t-this mutant?” He’s waiting for the worse, maybe that was too forward, too much in one night. But your lips are on his hot cheek before he can realise and you’ve said yes. Wait did he hear that right? You said yes, you actually had, his brain was not deceiving him. 

You’re setting up a date and a time and exchanging numbers as you walk up to your dorm building. “Kay so. Saturday. 7pm?”“P-perfect” “Night harry” you giggle as you start walking away“Night!”“Oh! and don’t be late” you wink at him and he laughs, because there’s no way in hell he could ever be. 

[lisatelramor]

NLTSA Extra: Kaito and Shiemi Gossip

AN: Takes place after chapter 14 and before the first day of summer vacation.

Kaito scrolled through his phone, looking through his various media feeds as he waited for Shiemi to arrive for their usual weekly chat. Chat being used loosely since it was basically one big gossip and information session. The weather was nice enough that Kaito had chosen an outdoor seat at the usual café. It was the open space that gave him a split second warning before Shiemi lunged from his blind spot.

“Kaito-ji~!” she said, tackling him. “It feels like it’s been ages!”

Kaito barely kept hold of his phone as all the air left his lungs. “We just saw each other Saturday,” he wheezed.

“Yeah, that’s half a week ago. Ages.” Shiemi pulled back and Kaito caught her wrist before she could move more than a bit away.

“Nice try, but tackling me was a bit transparent.”

Shiemi let go of Kaito’s wallet with a scowl. “I almost got you that time.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Kaito said, tucking the wallet away in a different pocket. He probably shouldn’t have taught her the basics of pick pocketing, but she absorbed things with an enthusiasm that beat Takumi’s and it was cute how she tried to use it against him. Cute, but wholly ineffective. “What’s new on the rumor mill?”

Shiemi tossed herself into a free chair, adjusting her glasses where they’d ridden up her nose from the hug. “A lot of the usual who’s dating whom that you don’t really care about—”

“Did the girl who had a crush on Takumi confess?”

“Nah, she’s too shy for that. But someone else confessed to her and maybe there’s something there.”

“Ok, you’re right, move onto something interesting.”

Shiemi rolled her eyes. “As I was saying. Not too much this week on the rumor mill. Some upper classmen got busted for smoking marijuana and were suspended—don’t worry, they didn’t seem to be handing out drugs or anything like that, just looking to relax but were pretty stupid about doing it on school property. Let’s see...” Shiemi ticked a list off on her fingers. “Yumi-sensei posted pictures of her baby—really cute and I’m not huge on infants. There’s a bet going around on if Ishida the science teacher is going to ask out Uemoto the math teacher. People keep spotting him hanging around her desk or in the hallways looking like he wants to say something. Work romances,” she said scrunching her nose.

Kaito hid a smile. “Mm, not the best idea, right?”

“Some of them make it work I guess.” Shiemi shrugged. “The girls’ volleyball team kicked the boys’ asses in a practice match and now there’s a half serious joke going around that they should join the boy’s league since they can obviously play better. And on the Takumi front, he tried to prank me with a sticky trap, but it backfired and he ended up getting a glue-trap stuck to his outdoor shoes. It was hilarious.”

“And you got pictures.”

“Of course I got pictures, who do you take me for?” Shiemi said, tilting her head imperiously. “I’ll text them to you.”

“What’s the Hakuba rumor of the week?” Kaito asked, resting his elbows on the table. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you skipped it.”

“Ah ah, let me get something to drink first.” Shiemi flagged down a waitress for some strong black tea before she turned back to Kaito, clearly drawing it out just to hold it over him that he’d asked.

Kaito could laugh. It was manipulation, but it was hardly effective since he saw right through it.

“The Hakuba-sensei rumor of the week is that he used to be a spy,” Shiemi said, straight-faced. “Which is why he’s so unflappable. He smuggled information back and forth between Britain and Japan before he took the wrong mission and got shot in the leg and had to retire. He was also apparently also maybe the bodyguard to the queen and as such he’s never allowed to smile.” She paused. “I may have encouraged that one a bit.”

Kaito laughed. “Wow, they really come up with some wild things. I think this is better than the robot one.”

“Right?” Shiemi’s straight face cracked as she started giggling too. “Just trying to picture him in an action movie—”

“Hakuba, Saguru Hakuba,” Kaito said in a classic James Bond voice. “Eh, he’d get a kick out of that. None of them realize he’s just a Holmes otaku and a dork under all that serious face.”

Shiemi snorted. “Such a Holmes otaku. Or maybe just a mystery otaku, but I guess that’s a given if he was a detective. So I heard he came over to dinner the other day?”

“Takumi told you?” Kaito asked.

“Maybe.” She smiled. “Or maybe I asked Hakuba-sensei.”

“You didn’t.” Kaito was sure she didn’t, because Takumi told her pretty much everything in his life.

Shiemi flashed the waitress a bright smile as she delivered her tea before turning right back to Kaito with laser focus. “Okay, I didn’t. He doesn’t like to talk about anything personal. Is he like that to most people or just me?”

“Mm, in this case, probably a just you.” Shiemi tended to ask very pointed questions sometimes. Kaito could easily picture Hakuba brushing them off uncomfortably.

“Huh, so he talks to Takumi and he talks to you. That makes two people he’s open to. Cool. You know most other teachers at least slip a bit about their lives, but he’s a wall. Eh, he’ll slip up eventually.”

“Don’t push too hard,” Kaito cautioned. Hakuba wasn’t fragile, but he had a lot of sore spots at the moment that Shiemi could trample right over if she was more caught up in rooting out information than taking care about the person she was curious about.

“I wouldn’t,” Shiemi said with a sniff. “I know plenty about what he was like as a teenager thanks to Takumi but that’s kind of a large gap between now and then.” She took a sip of her tea, side-eying Kaito. “Then again, you sound like a pretty crazy person as a teen too.”

“Excuse you, I’ve only half mellowed!” Kaito put a hand over his heart and grinned at how she rolled her eyes. “Now I’m worried about what sort of things he’s told Takumi.” Kaito wasn’t that worried. He knew how bad he’d been with boundaries as a teen and he knew his failings now. He also knew there had to be some pretty funny stories in the mix, and none of the ones Hakuba would tell would be anything that connected Kaito to Kid because Kaito had made it very clear how he felt about Takumi learning that secret.

“Only the good ones,” Shiemi said with mock seriousness. “In fact I think there was one with you extorting chocolate from every girl in class on Valentine’s Da—”

“It wasn’t extortion! I didn’t even realize it was Valentine’s at first, I was just excited for chocolate!” And then he wanted Aoko’s chocolate. A bit of a bittersweet memory even if it was kind of funny in retrospect.

“I bet all the boys in class hated you.”

“Probably. But no one stayed mad at me long.”

“You are irritatingly likable,” Shiemi agreed. “I’d even say Hakuba-sensei liked you back then from how Takumi described the stories.”

“Nah,” Kaito snorted, picturing Hakuba of long ago, shaking with suppressed rage after being hit by a barrage of paint-filled water balloons. “Pretty sure he hated me.”

“All the weirder you’re friends now, right?” Shiemi asked.

“Yeah. I thought we’d pick up where we left off but I guess we’ve both grown up some. Despite appearances,” he added, waving to himself.

Shiemi took another sip of tea with a smile on her face. It was the same smile that she had as a kid fantasizing about making rubber band traps and Kaito had to pause and replay the last few minutes to look for a trap.

“Funny how we keep going back to Hakuba-sensei,” Shiemi said, still smiling that particular, edge-of-smug smile.

“...Only because you seem to want to lead it back there a lot.”

“Do I? Or do you just enjoy the topic?”

Oh for the love of... “Shiemi,” Kaito said, exasperated.

“What? Maybe I just like to hear you be happy about a friend. You don’t talk about Miyu-san much lately or any of your other coworkers.” She was the picture of innocence now, tea cupped in her hand and sitting like she was a lady in a British period drama, all prim and how-could-you-even-suggest-I-was-being-manipulative?

“Miyu’s been working in the climate controlled rooms a lot lately. There’s not much to say when you’re mostly waving at each other through a glass window before diving into your personal projects.”

“Yeah. But you never sound concerned for her. Or smile like that when you bring up other friends.”

“Shiemi I get that you like seeing romantic opportunity wherever you look, but pairing up real people in your head isn’t a healthy pastime.”

She gave him an equally unimpressed look as the one he gave her. “One, it’s fun and I’m not hurting anyone thinking it would be cute. Two, I’d never say anything if I didn’t honestly think it went both ways. Three, Kaito-ji, you have smiled for real like, multiple times in this conversation already and weren’t even humoring me. Yes I can tell the difference.”

He shouldn’t have taught the kids how to poker face. That gave them too much power in reading people. “Sure. He’s a friend and I do enjoy spending time with him. Surprisingly. Now take your shipping goggles off.”

“Sorry, Kaito-ji, I need these glasses to see.” She set the tea down and laced her fingers together on the table. “Is it an orientation issue? Because I’ll lay off.”

How was he supposed to answer that considering they’d been talking around her orientation enough over the last half a year that she’d all but come out to him by this point? He could damn well lie but he’d told enough lies that this wasn’t one he wanted to tell to add one more burden to the near back-breaking collection. “Look...” Kaito rubbed the back of his neck, hating that it wasn’t something he could just misdirect or joke about, not with Shiemi. Joke about pretty much anything else, but... “There are reasons I can’t talk about why Hakuba and I are not happening. There’s things in our lives and you’ve got a pretty good idea about the history. As for a reason I can say, Hakuba’s kind of seeing someone.”

“Eh?” Shiemi gaped, blindsided. “That makes no sense based on everything I’ve seen.”

“Well he is.” Kaito didn’t say that it was a casual thing. He definitely didn’t mention that Hakuba was probably trying to test himself with dating because moving on from grief was a complicated thing.

“Huh.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“No, no. that just puts a different perspective on things and raises some questions. Bubble not burst at all,” Shiemi said distractedly.

Damn. So much for discouraging her. “And Shiemi, I don’t date, so please remember that too, okay?”

“You date,” Shiemi said. “Not often, and not long, but you’ve seen someone at some point, I remember catching a glimpse of you with some lady out shopping once.”

“Could have been a friend.”

“Friends don’t stand that close,” Shiemi said. “Anyway, don’t think I didn’t notice you dodging my orientation question.”

“I don’t like labels,” Kaito grumbled.

“Fine.” She backed off. “No labels for you. But for the record, you’d be cute together.”

“Noted and we’re never talking about this again, okay?”

“Your opinion on the matter is noted back.” Not agreement.

“Shiemi. I am not above threats and bribes.”

She laughed in his face. Of course. “Kuroba-ji, I’ll do what I want. But teaching me a new card trick would go a ways to getting me to be quiet.”

“I regret teaching you anything ever,” Kaito said, not really meaning it at all. Was the occasional stab at his privacy annoying? Yes, but he could never stay annoyed with her. He redirected the conversation back to their usual gossip with absolutely no subtlety before flagging down the waitress for a cup of coffee in preparation for a late night. Shiemi, thankfully, didn’t try dropping hints again. Kaito felt a bit tired preemptively, knowing this was only the start of what would probably become a long time dodging logic traps trying to pair him up with Hakuba.

[upthenorthmountain]

Gonna Walk - Monday

Happy Kristanna week everyone! This week I’m ignoring the prompts (sorry) and sharing with you a story in five parts. Here’s part one, for today.

I’m gonna walk (gonna walk)

I won’t quit (won’t quit)

‘Til I get (’til I get)

To the bottom of your heart

- Gonna Walk, Barenaked Ladies

Monday

“Thanks so much again for driving me,” Anna said when they were still an hour away from the Lakes.

“It’s no problem. You’re on my way.”

“I know, but it’s still a bit out of your way.”

“I already said it’s fine. You’re giving me petrol money, I’ll still be on time to meet Sven at the campsite. Don’t worry about it.”

Anna hesitated for a moment.

“Because I was wondering, actually,” she said, “if you could do me another huge favour.”

“...oh?”

Anna bit her lip, glanced at him, then rushed on. “You see, when this trip was planned I was going to bring my boyfriend, and my cousin Stephanie? She was really keen to meet him, well, she’s never met any of my boyfriends because it just never works out that way and we have this joke, well, she has this joke, about how they’re all imaginary or all such losers that I can’t stand to introduce them to anyone. And anyway I was going to bring Rob this time and I told them all I had this great new boyfriend and they would all meet him and everything. And then. Last week, we broke up.” She sighed. “And I just said, to Steph, something about how he might not be able to come and she’s been teasing me all week by text message and winding me up and I can’t stand five days of it. I can’t. So. I was wondering. I haven’t told them anything about this boyfriend, because they were all going to meet him, I haven’t even told them his name, so -”

“No.”

“What? I haven’t even got to the favour yet.”

“It’s no.”

“All I need is to introduce you, then say you’re off to do your mountain-climbing thing or whatever, then I don’t know, kiss me on the cheek and leave and that’ll be it. You’ll never see any of them ever again.”

“No.”

“Please. Please. Just for five minutes while you’re in the house. It’s just my grandparents, and my aunt and uncle, and my two cousins. You don’t have to do anything other than say hello.”

“You’re mad. No.”

Anna pouted and slid down in her seat. “Fine.”

They drove on in silence.

Then she said, “I’ll go to France.”

“What?”

“The Year Six day trip to France. I’ll take your place. I know you asked Shirley if you could not go because you wanted to go to a wedding, and she said only if you found another teacher to take your place, and no one wants to because it’s a Saturday and ridiculous hours. But I’ll do it.”

“If I pretend to be your boyfriend.”

“Just while you’re at the house, yes.”

“It’s worth that much to you.”

“I know it’s pathetic. But, yes.”

He really wanted to go to that wedding. It was one of his oldest friends, and he’d been gutted when he realised it was the same day as the trip. And he hadn’t been especially wild about spending twenty hours - half on a coach, half in a foreign country - with sixty excitable eleven-year-olds as it was.

This was supposed to be a favour for a colleague, and a way to save some money on his drive up here for his half-term camping holiday, by delivering Anna to her family holiday ten miles away. That was all he was going to do.

But it was true he’d never meet any of her family ever again. And it was also true that he didn’t want to go to France. Oh, what the hell. What the hell.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll do it.”

“You will?”

“Just for as long as I’m in the house. I will pretend to be your boyfriend, or at least will not deny it if introduced as such.”

“Thank you.”

“And you’ll tell Shirley first thing next week that you’ll take my place on the trip.”

“I will.”

“Okay.” He took one hand off the wheel and held it out to her. She shook it. “Deal.”

-----

The rented farmhouse where Anna’s family were spending their holiday was down the end of a long dirt track. Kristoff’s old Landrover bumped along, and Anna exclaimed over how glad she was that they were in his car and not her tiny hatchback (Kristoff privately wondered how she would have fit the two suitcases she apparently needed for five days in the back of her car, anyway). He parked to one side of the house and helped her get her cases out of the boot.

Anna knocked cheerfully on the door. After a minute it was opened by a middle-aged woman in a blue jumper who shouted “Anna! Anna’s here!” and hugged her. She beckoned them in and Kristoff followed them both through into a large, cosy kitchen at the back of the house.

“Hi everyone!” Anna said. “We’re here!”

“Anna!” An elderly lady stood up from her armchair and walked over to hug her. “It’s so wonderful to see you, my dear! And who is this? Your young man?”

“This is Kristoff,” Anna said, smiling and putting her hand on his arm. “He’s not staying, I’m afraid, he’s going over to Coniston to meet a friend, and they’re going to do mountain climbing and biking and kayaking and all kinds of things. But we drove up together. Kristoff, this is my grandma.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Mrs Rendell,” Kristoff said, hoping that was right, but apparently it was because no one corrected him.

“And this is my grandad,” Anna said, gesturing around the room, “And my Uncle John and Aunt Caroline, and my cousins Stephanie and Chloe. Everyone, this is Kristoff. My boyfriend.”

“Hi,” Kristoff said, and smiled round the room.

“You’re not staying?” one of the younger women said. Chloe.

“Oh, no,” Kristoff said. “I want to get over to Coniston before it starts to storm.”

“Probably wise,” John said, “But you’ll stop for a cup of tea, at least?”

“Ah -”

“Let him go, John,” Caroline said. “He’s right, it looks nasty out there. Well, it was lovely to meet you, Kristoff, even if only briefly.”

“And you,” he said. “Well, Anna, I’d best be off.”

“Of course,” she said. “Well, drive safe, let me know when you get there…” She raised her eyebrows at him. Oh, right, he was supposed to kiss her. He leant down and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Give her a proper kiss, lad,” Anna’s grandad said from the sink, where he was filling the kettle. “Don’t mind us.”

Kristoff looked at Anna. She gave a tiny shrug. Oh, sod it.

He put his hand to the side of her face and kissed her on the lips. Anna leant into it, and it was a few seconds before they parted.

“Okay, well,” Kristoff said. “I’ll see you all on Friday.” He waved to the room and left.

“He seems nice,” he heard Anna’s grandma say as he went out the front door, then he was back in his car. Job done, and he had a free Saturday in July to go to the wedding.

As he started the engine his phone beeped. Thanks so much, very convincing!! See you Friday x A

-----

It was already raining as he pulled away, big fat drops that soon turned the track to thick mud. Kristoff had to drive slowly, windscreen wipers thrashing. Surely this couldn’t last long. But the rain kept coming.

Once he was out on the main road - or the paved road, at least - he thought it would be easier, but no. The road was so narrow and high-banked it was basically a stream, with large pools collecting in the dips. He pulled over at the side of the road to find a new route on his phone, but he had no signal at all and it was no use.

He tried to push on a bit further. The road opened out and he thought he was in the clear, until it dropped down next to a river - and was completely underwater. As far as he could see through the pouring rain, it was flooded, and no way to tell how deep it was or if it was safe to try and cross.

He was going to have to go back to the house. Bugger.

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The dirt track was a running river by now, but Kristoff made his way along it eventually. He parked as close to the house as he could, then pulled his jacket over his head and made a dash for the door.

This time it was opened by one of the younger women - Stephanie? - who just stared at him for a second before calling over her shoulder “Anna! It’s your boyfriend.”

“Who?” Anna said, then “Oh! Well, let him in, don’t make him stand in the rain.”

Stephanie stepped back to let him in, then shut the door and walked away and back into the kitchen without another word. Anna came out into the hall. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. No. The road is washed out by the river, it’s completely impassable in this weather.”

“Oh, no,” Anna said. “Is there no other road?”

“No, not that I can see. I’ll have a look on my phone, if there’s any wifi here?”

“Ah, no. There isn’t.”

“Bugger. I’ve no signal.”

“It’ll be getting dark soon,” a voice said behind them. They turned and saw Anna’s Uncle John standing in the kitchen door. “You don’t want to be trailing around the countryside in this weather. Stop here tonight and make another go at it tomorrow.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly…”

“It’s no problem! You’ll have to bunk up with Anna but I assume you don’t mind that,” and he laughed.

“Uncle,” Anna said.

“And he can help me peel the potatoes. Just making a lovely cottage pie,” he said. “What you need on a night like this, eh? Bring your bag in and Anna’ll show you which room is yours.”

Kristoff looked at Anna. Her expression was one of barely-concealed panic. “I -” he said.

“We can’t share a room,” Anna said quickly. “What will Grandma think?”

John waved dismissively. “She thought you were bringing him anyway. She’s resigned to it, just don’t mention it in front of her so we can all pretend it’s not happening.”

Anna and Kristoff looked at each other. “I guess you’ll have to stay,” Anna said.

“I guess so.”

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Nightmare. Nightmare. Kristoff had run out into the rain and returned with a huge rucksack, then before Anna could take him upstairs - and have a private conversation with him - Aunt Caroline was already showing him to the bedrooms. Anna walked slowly back into the kitchen, her stomach flipping. Would he go along with it? Would he reveal her to be a liar in front of everyone? He just had to be friendly and nice, she supposed. He could manage that for an evening, surely?

“So, Kristoff,” Aunt Caroline said as soon as they were back in the room with everyone else, “Anna says you work together?”

“Ah, yes. I teach Year Six.”

“The big kids.”

“Bigger than her Year One, yes. Twice as big, some of them. Ten and eleven year olds.”

“The little ones are so sweet,” Chloe said, stirring a saucepan on the hob.

“Exactly,” Anna said.

“You just like the little ones because you get to do more crafts,” Kristoff said, walking over to the cutting board and picking up the vegetable peeler. “You should see her classroom, glitter everywhere.” Everyone laughed and Anna flushed.

“You just like the big ones because they know how to sit quietly at their desks,” she said.

Kristoff shrugged. “That, and teaching Year Six means I’ve not yet had to clean wee off the floor, yeah.”

“Billy tries his best,” Anna said.

“By the time they get to me they're like proper little people,” Kristoff said. “They've still got a lot to learn but you can talk to them the same as adults, explain things and they get it.”

“My brother teaches teenagers,” Caroline said. “He loves it, but I don’t think I could stick it for long. Well, everyone’s different, and it’s a good job.”

Anna pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. It was okay; he was going along with it. He was even peeling potatoes, for goodness sake. This was fine. This was all going to be fine.

-----

It was nearly ten by the time dinner was finished and all the dishes washed. The older people retired first, then after only the four younger ones were left Anna declared herself exhausted from the long drive and she and Kristoff left to go upstairs.

Kristoff went first to the bathroom to brush his teeth and returned in his pyjamas. When Anna came back wearing hers, she found him unrolling a sleeping bag on the floor of the room.

“What are you doing?”

“Good job this was in my rucksack,” he said. “Can I have a pillow, though?”

The words you don’t have to sleep on the floor were on her tongue but she bit them back. Of course, this was the perfect solution. No one would know they hadn’t shared the bed, without them having to actually share the bed. And he had a sleeping bag, and the floor in here was probably still more comfortable than the ground he’d been planning to sleep on, so she didn’t feel bad about him having to sleep there. She picked up one of the pillows on the bed and tossed it to him.

“Thanks.”

“No, thank you. I’m so sorry this has been going on - I didn’t know if you’d go along with it -”

He shrugged. “I’m not going to humiliate you in front of your whole family. And I got a good dinner out of it. And I’m definitely not going to France.”

Anna laughed. “I can hardly say you didn’t keep up your end of the bargain, can I.”

“So your grandparents here are your father’s parents?” Kristoff said.

“Yes.”

“And, I’d guess - your Uncle John is your dad’s brother?”

“Yes.”

“You look similar.”

“Thanks for that.”

“Around the eyes, obviously I don’t mean you look like a fifty-year-old man.”

“I should hope not.”

“Where are your parents, couldn’t they make it?”

“Well, no. What with their having been dead for ten years.”

He looked at her sharply, but she clearly wasn’t joking. “They died in a car accident when I was fifteen. I probably should have told you that,” she said at his expression.

“Yes, I think so. Anything else I should know so I don’t look like a complete doughnut in front of everybody?”

“Um.” Anna climbed into the bed and lay down. “I have an older sister, she’s like three years older than me? Her name’s Elsa.”

“Oh yes, your grandma asked if I knew what Elsa was up to, but she didn’t seem to expect me to know so I said she’d have to ask you.” Kristoff turned off the overhead light and got into his sleeping bag. Anna switched off the lamp by the bed once he was settled.

“She lives in London. Works in finance. Even I don’t know what she’s up to most of the time. But other than that….my mum was an only child and her parents died when I was little. Dad just had the one brother, so yeah, this is pretty much my whole family, except Elsa.”

They lay there in silence for a moment.

“I’ll probably push off straight after breakfast tomorrow,” Kristoff said. “The roads are probably still not great so it’ll take a while.”

“Okay.”

“And I’m sorry to hear about your mum and dad.”

“Thanks. It was a long time ago.”

More silence.

“Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight.”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Daddy keeps away bad things; Bucky Barnes x reader x oc child reader

This came from one of my fav. blogs here on tumblr @bucky-plums-barnes she runs theme days and one on of the prompts that she was sent in by an anon it just struck me and I had to write it out. I had gotten their full permission and in about an hr. of writing this was born.  The idea for the prompt goes to the anon and I DO have that prompt saved underneath my likes so if you want to see the full prompt, go under my likes link and scroll through it till you find it, you won’t be able to miss it. Also @bucky-plums-barnes I also kinda remembered as I was writing the last part of the story on how I ended it like you did to one of your daddy drabbles I hope that’s okay, it just felt so right to write it as I did and I just realized now it’s like how you wrote one of your daddy drabbles, if it’s not tell me and I’ll find someway to change it.

Translations come from Google, if they are wrong PLEASE let me know.

WARNING: BUCKY FEELS!! FLUFFINESS!!! Slight smut around the middle, Sam-Bucky rivalry, DADDY!BUCKY, above anything else just major major MAJOR feels and teeth-rotting fluff. 

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I walked through the door after yet another long mission, I swear if I have to write another mission report, I’m just gonna scream.  But as I walked in and began to just throw my shoes into our shoe bucket, my ears caught the sound of the most precious thing in the world.  As I walked closer I soon found a very familiar sight.

My daughter Grace and Sam together in the middle of the living room.  Sam had a frilly pink boa wrapped around his neck and a fake diamond tiara sitting at the top of his head.  In his hand he held one of my daughter’s teacups sipping fake tea.

“More tea Lady Nesbit?” Grace asked.

“Why yes I would absolutely love another spot of tea Princess Grace” Sam spoke in an awful British accent.

“Oh I do hope I’m not intruding on Lady Nesbit’s and Princess Grace’s tea party again”.  Grace and Sam turned around and Grace called out.

“Mommy!” She ran up to me and I picked her up and kissed all over her face.

Bucky and I had known each other for….oh god a long time, we actually met through Sam surprisingly. I had been friends with Sam since childhood, we even were stationed together in the same para-rescue unit.  I helped Sam with the Hydra intrusion into SHIELD back in DC and ever since then the two of us became honorary Avengers, my name was known as “Lady Eagle”.

Anyway fast forward a few years later, Sam introduced me to Bucky Barnes and suddenly a spark happened between us.  We were friends for about a year and a half before I asked him out and then after going out for coffee, he kissed me and ever since then things changed between us. We married a year later and now four years later, we now have our little bundle of joy, Grace Rebecca Barnes.

Ever since day one, Grace had all the Avengers wrapped around her little finger but the one she seemed to favor most was her Uncle Sam.  She always wanted to be near him or to go visit him, even if the two of us went shopping while Bucky was away, she’d always want to come with us.  They did everything together, the watch movies together, the play together, go to the park together, do tea parties (which I catch them more times than Sam cares to admit but I have video and photographic evidence that says otherwise).

Yeah our little Grace was definitely a Falcon fan, I turned to Sam and told him.

“Thanks again for watching her on such short notice Sam”.

“Yeah anything for my favorite godchild and partner in crime” Sam boasted as he ruffled Grace’s hair.

“Must you weally go Uwcle Sam?” Grace asked with that cute little pout of hers that could stop an entire army of soldiers.

“Sadly I do kiddo, because now your mommy and daddy are back. But I promise our ice cream date for this Saturday is still up, think you can wait till then?” At the mention of ice cream Grace perked up and nodded enthusiastically.  “Atta girl”.

“So how much is it this time Birdbrain?” Bucky soon asked as he came shortly after me since he had to stay behind back at Headquarters to deliver our mission report.

“Hey I never put a price tag on family, this one’s on me especially at short notice. But if you’d allow me to beat you in the next training session we have, I’ll take that as your payment”.

“In your dreams. So chill out Icarus before you fly into a window”.

“Alright boys, child present no fighting please”. I stepped in before these guys’ testosterone would allow them to literally rumble here in the living room.  After Sam left, Bucky and I got ourselves situated and ready for bed since it was pretty dark out.

I tucked Grace in and kissed her goodnight and when I got back to my bedroom I saw Bucky laying against the headrest of the bed with his sulking face on.  I sighed and walked up to him and stroked his scruffy looking face and said.

“What’s going through your mind my love?”

“Does Grace even love me?” I looked at him shocked and said to him.

“Of course she does why would you even doubt a thing like that?”

“She always wants to spend her time with Sam, never with me. I try to do some of the stuff she does with Sam but she either runs the other way or asks me if Sam will be joining us” Bucky sighed heavily then finished, “Maybe I wasn’t meant to be a father if my own daughter hates me”.  I looked at him heartbroken.

I knew that with Grace always wanting to be with Sam, I had noticed that Bucky was always so broken-hearted at the fact that Grace never seemed to want to be with her father. I sat beside him and turned his face towards me as I spoke in my soft but demanding mother voice.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I never want to hear you say that statement again. You deserve to be one after everything Hydra had done to you, I wouldn’t want to have a child with no one else but you. Never deny that Grace loves you”.

“Then why doesn’t she want to spend time with me!?”  Bucky snapped.

“I’ll talk to her about it tomorrow morning, but never forget this my love. Sam is her uncle, you’re her father. And a girl will always need her father in some way or form, maybe she hasn’t needed you for that reason yet”.  I leaned in and kissed him before snuggling into his strong, broad chest and fell right asleep feeling Bucky wrap his arms around me. 

Saturday came by fast and after coming back from their ice cream date that afternoon, Grace had ran in and took hold of my pants repeatedly begging me if it was alright for her to spend the night at Uncle Sam’s.  I turned to Bucky and as usual his eyes were filled with sorrow and I looked down at Grace and said.

“Umm Grace, sweetheart do you remember what you and I talked about yesterday? Why don’t we give Uncle Sam a break and stay at home and watch Disney movies? Get your daddy all caught up with this centuries movies”.

“But I want to sweep over with Uwcle Sam, please mommy please!” With the puppy dog eyes she inherited from her father I almost couldn’t say no.  I turned to Sam and looked at him with a ‘would you mind?’ look.

“I don’t mind, besides you and Father Russia haven’t had a night out in a while. I can host a sleepover”.  Grace cheered then she ran past her father and raced to her room then I heard her call out to me to help her pack her sleepover bag.  I turned to Bucky and touched his shoulder assuringly and pecked his cheek as I left to go help Grace pack her bag.

Once she was packed, I helped her into her car seat and Sam soon drove off back to his place and as I watched them drive off, I saw Bucky just standing on the porch with such longing and brokenness in his eyes.  I walked up to him and said.

“She’ll come around, we’ll let her spend the night tonight then we’ll all do something as a family. But now, we have the entire night to ourselves after last year’s sleepover with Sam, so…..” Bucky’s attention soon directed towards me as he smirked at me and he said as he picked me up bridal style.

“I think it’s time we made baby #2”.  I giggled then Bucky took me up to our room and tossed me right onto the bed. I giggled profusely as Bucky crawled up over me and he said, “You know I ain’t gonna stop until I’m sure you have a baby in there”.

“I’m counting on that soldier”.  Bucky smirked then he leaned down and we kissed passionately before I felt him move down my neck, I knew then we were just getting started. 

It was now around midnight, after god knows how many times we did it I lost count after 7. Bucky and I were completely exhausted, well mainly me Buck could’ve gone on all night had I let him but I was too damn tired to continue on.   It was then my phone rang and I groaned which caused Bucky to wake up.

“Tell them you’re busy”.  Bucky said as he began to kiss my neck.

“No Buck I already said I’m done,” I reached for my phone and saw Sam’s picture across the screen. I slide the answer button and yawned out, “Yeah Sam?” As Bucky continued to kiss any available part of my body I could hear Sam’s voice screaming at me in panic.  “Wait, wait, wait Sam I can’t understand you, slow down. Breathe. Now in English tell me what is it?” Bucky stopped as soon as he could hear Sam scream from my phone.  “Okay, okay I’ll tell him, I swear he’ll be right there I can promise you that. Okay Sam, bye”. I hung up but before I could talk to Bucky I saw him getting dressed and he left the room with such haste.  “I told you Buck, she’ll call you when she needs you, and she most certainly needs you more than anyone else”.

*Bucky’s POV*

I had heard over (y/n)’s phone that sometime was wrong with Grace.  I didn’t know what it was but the minute I heard Grace was in trouble, I immediately sprung out of bed, got dressed and raced down the stairs and outside.  I didn’t even have time to start the car up so I ran the 9 blocks to Sam’s place.

I arrived at Sam’s and literally bust the door off its hinges.  Suddenly I felt a small force embrace my legs and when I looked down, I saw my little girl weeping. Tears were running down her round face and she looked like a frightened little kitten. She looked up at me with eyes just begging me to hold her and I didn’t hesitate for a second.  I held her close and soon saw Sam coming down the stairs.

“What happened!” I demanded softly so that I wouldn’t scare my Grace any more than she already was.

“I don’t know, she went to bed just fine and the next thing I hear she’s crying her eyes out calling for you. I’m gonna assume she had a nightmare, is there anything you want me to do?”

“No Sam, I’ll take it from here,” as I started walking I paused and told him, “And sorry about the door” before he could snap at me I was already leaving the hallway and soon found the living room and sat down on the couch with Grace still clinging onto me.

I proceeded to rock her gently as I rubbed my thumb against her back as I whispered softly to her in Romanian before singing to her a Romanian lullaby I once heard a mother sing to her child at the park while I was in hiding.  I continued to rock her gently and sing to her in her ear while hearing her sobs softly ceasing.

After a while she finally stopped crying and whimpered out in her sweet voice.

“Tati?” (Daddy?)

“Da ingerul meu?” (Yes my angel)

“Can you stay the night? Pwease?” I was shocked.  At first I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, did Grace really want me to stay with her and not Sam?

“Are you sure sweetheart?”

“Da, all I want is you papa” she stated as she looked up at me with teary eyes.

“But I—I thought that you would want Uncle Sam and Uncle Sam alone”.  Grace shakes her head and replies with the most heart-warming answer I had ever heard from her as she clings onto my chest.

“Daddy makes the bad guys go away. Daddy always protects me. I don’t want Daddy to leave”.

It took every ounce of will power in me to not let tears come falling down my face, I’d knew Sam would never let that down but it was mostly because of Grace’s words.  (Y/n) was right, I was needed in Grace’s life, and that was to protect her from the bad dreams, and I knew that was something I was willing to do because I know what she’s gone through.  Even though I’ve rarely had a nightmare before meeting (y/n) and having Grace, I knew the horrors that still comes with having nightmares, especially when some of them are so real.

I held Grace close to me and rocked her again as I rubbed her back with my human hand and stroked her long brown hair she inherited from me with my metal hand and said to her.

“I swear to you Grace, I will always be here to protect you. No matter what it is, I will always be here for you because you are the light of my life, my precious angel, and I love you more than life itself. Even more than your mother, but let’s keep that between us okay?” Grace let out her beautiful giggle she got from her mother which made me smile even wider as I held her at arm’s length and stroked away her tears to see my happy girl coming back.  “There’s my happy girl, let’s get you back to bed”.

I stood up holding Grace against my chest as I continued to rub her back with my thumb and carried her back up the stairs into the guestroom Sam and (y/n) had made for her. 

I set Grace down back on the bed and tucked her in before coming around the other side of her and lying right next to her and brought her close to me.

“Now close your eyes and go to sleep”.

“What if the bad men come back though?” she asked me as I noticed the fear in her eyes coming back.

“Well right now I know one sure fire way to make sure they don’t, you wanna know?” Grace nodded furiously then I smirked at her and began to tickle her.  Her sweet musical laugh filled the entire room as she squirmed and tried to get away from me but she never did.

“Dahahahddy! Stop ihihihihit!”

“Uh-uh not until I know the bad guys aren’t gonna hurt my little girl again, you can never be too sure about those vicious villains”.

“Daddy! There’s gohahahahe now!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes hehehehe….”

“Are absolutely, positively 100% with sprinkles and a cherry on…..”

“Daddy!!”

“Okay”. I ceased my tickling allowing Grace to catch her breathe.  After she calmed down, I stroked the hair out of her eyes and said to her, “If they do come back, just wake me up and I’ll be sure they stay away because…..” I urged her to finish up and she stated.

“Because you’re with me till the end of the line”.

“Good girl”. I chuckled as Grace crawled up towards me and I held her close to me, making sure to place her head over my heart to let her know that I was here.  Soon I could hear her soft breathing a sure sign that she was now asleep.  I kissed her head gingerly and lay there watching my little girl sleep in my arms clinging onto me as she slept the night away.

[calistapledger]

When Will My Life Begin

[A/N: I owe this to my Breakfast Club aka Calystair's No. 1 Fanclub. I had to tie up some loose ends so feel free to skip the parts with her family and go straight to Calystair which is near the end. Enjoy ladies!] I'm an idiot. Why did I walk away from the best thing that's ever happened to me? Now 5 hours later, I was back home, back to square one. My Father blatantly ignored me, Mother tried to smother me (that's new) and my brothers didn't know how to react. Except for Boreas who took any ample opportunity to be extra smug about my early elimination. I locked myself in my room before the news of my homecoming reached Uncle Ro. He was one person I couldn't bear to disappoint. He came over the next day and I shut him out. I stayed in a toxic routine of never leaving my room unless I had to go get food and I had planned to live the rest of my life that way. Unfortunately life doesn't work that way. My routine was disrupted by a phone call from Debbie. I'm surprised she called, I imagined my friends would be too mad at me and my outburst to write and call for a while. She updated me on what has been happening since I left and told me about their next task. The Selected were visiting a local hospital and they were asked to write a children’s story to read to the kids there. I sighed disappointed, I would have absolutely loved to have done that. Life can be unfair in that manner. She gave me the premise of her story and it was lovely about stars and brought in a unique concept. She asked if I could be kind enough to make light up bracelets with stars. She told me she had sent me a rough sketch of what she wanted a while ago so I should have received it by now. I went to check the mail and sure enough it was there after Zephy helped me sift through it. She was thoughtful enough to indent the sketch so I flipped it over and felt how it was supposed to be built. It was a simple enough design and I could easily have it manufactured. I got to work quick enough and finally let Uncle Ro in. I was going to need all the help I could get if I was going to have 25 bracelets sent to her in a week. It was going to be tedious but not impossible. *** I smiled as I haphazardly pasted my note onto Deb’s package. I just hoped it reached her on time. I contemplated going back to Angeles myself to deliver it myself but decided against it when I realised Dom might have me thrown out and Aly would be too mad to pull strings for me. Besides I promised myself that I would sort out all my problems here in Bonita before I proceeded with my fresh start. Hopefully that fresh start would include Alystair and attending Angeles University in the near future. I carefully located my bed and slumped against the headrest. What do I do now? I thought doing this for Debbie would jumpstart my passion for creating. I just felt empty again. I was lost without my friends. It was like having a taste of everything you could have ever wanted - a social life and being happy in my case - and to have it taken away from me, really hurt. Feeling homesick for my friends, I dialled up Aricia’s personal number. I didn't want us left on bad terms and I missed her so much. Thankfully she picked up. I apologised for my behaviour and we just talked about our usual mindless topics until she opened up about what was bugging her on my last day. I didn't realise how many of my friends had Mommy Issues. I made a mental note to hug my mother after this call. She updated me on her life, apparently Vad and her had a Disney movie night the previous night and I couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy. Vad was nice but I knew girls like her. They always got what they wanted without trying. After our catch up session, I hung up and hit my head. I felt so angry for having to lose so much during this Selection. When I first came to the Palace I had nothing to lose yet within the month I was there, I gained so much. My maids, they were probably assigned somewhere else, my friends seemed to have replaced me quickly enough and Al- I couldn't even think his name out loud. Maybe I'll just live off my inheritance. Who needs to be independant anyway, right? As soon as I thought that I wanted to slap myself. That's exactly what I would be doing if I had stayed and became Queen. Always in the shadow of Dominic. That's not a life I want. I've been telling myself I needed to sort my problems here and yet I haven't even tried. First thing’s first, I needed a shower. There was something about being clean that makes you feel even motivated to get things done. I come out feeling fresher than I've done in days. I rummaged through my mail for a while before I found it. My acceptance letter to Angeles Uni, it had come in the mail a few days ago. Aly - it hurt to think of him but none of this would have happened if not for him - had encouraged me to send in an application while I was in the Selection as a backup plan. I finally exit my room before a mealtime. It was Saturday so everyone was home, even Uncle Ro. “FAMILY MEETING IN THE LIVING ROOM!” I yelled out loud, it was the most efficient way to get everyone in the living room. I heard doors open left and right from me and the boys skidding out to the corridor. I should have moved out of the way but being the idiot I was, I just stood there as Eurus and Zephy crashed into me. They helped me up and the three of us made our way to the living room. Uncle Ro, Boreas and Nots were already there with our parents. I was able to identify them all by their scents. Mother and Father were seated in the middle, the former smelling of the jasmine in her hair while her husband always smelled of hospitals. Uncle Ro smelled of his usual greasey-antiseptic scent from working on new inventions in his lab, Boreas had a douchey cologne on, Nots always had the distinct smell of pine trees. E smelled like my shampoo because he stole it from time to time and Zephy smelled like rain I don't even know how since it doesn't rain much in Bonita. I stood in front of them; I didn't want to focus on my parents so instead I looked to where Uncle Ro’s scent was the strongest. He always had my back. “I'm leaving to study Engineering at Angeles University. Before I go I want to clear the air. Father, I'm sorry I disappointed you. I may not have a crown on my head but I intend to have a degree in my hand in four years time. Also no one calls their dad Father anymore unless they are stiffs so I'm going to call you Dad from now.” “Oh god you've lost it.” I heard Boreas mumble. I turned to his voice and glared. “Take that stick out of your ass, Boreas. I am so sick of the dick you've become since you came back from your draft. We all miss the old you. Maybe Dad likes you but does that matter if you siblings loathe you? Being a Two doesn't make you better than us. You are still a Ledger, act like it.” I had been waiting for too long to tell him off. “Mom, I finally understand that you weren't being distant. You wanted to give me my space. It worked too well but I forgive you. I hope the province space gives us an opportunity to start over. Uncle Ro...a girl couldn't have asked for a better uncle. You've been my pillar of support for so long and I'm so sorry for freezing you out ever since I came back. I'm better now and I intend to do something with my life. I can only hope you support me in this decision as you've done everything else.” My favourite Uncle started to tear up and his sniffles made it evident. I pulled him into a tight hug. He whispered as to how proud he was of me and he would support me in anything. After that love fest, I turned to my younger brothers. “Boys, I don't have anything to say to you because you know everything you need to know. I love you and am going to miss so much while I'm studying so please do come visit. I could come back here during the holidays if Dad will have me.” I pulled Nots, Eurus and Zephy into a tight hug. I wasn't going to wait for a response from my Dad or Boreas. I had my bags waiting for me in my room but before I could retrieve them, Dad stopped me. “Betee, I am proud of you. I couldn't have chosen this path for you, you did it yourself and that merits my pride. Although I think at this point you don't intend to impress anyone but yourself.” Without thinking, I blurt out, “Damn right I'm only going impress myself.” I clear my throat and rephrase, “I mean thanks Dad. I'll visit during the holidays if you'll have me.” “Of course! Who am I to deny my only daughter?” He chuckled and sent me on my way. As I was double checking that all my things were in order and packed up, there was a knock on the door. I froze, catching a whiff of Boreas’ cologne. Was he here to whine that Dad was being bias? I turned to my eldest brother. “Yes, Boreas?” “No Bore Ass? That's an improvement.” He chuckled. I wasn't even sure he was capable of laughing. I can't even remember the last time he laughed. “You wanted something, Brother?” I kept my distance. Just because he was feeling up to joking doesn't erase his prior shitty behaviour. “I wanted to apologise. I have been horrible. I thought the only thing that mattered was getting Appa’s approval.” I suppressed a giggle, only Boreas still called Dad by the Tamil endearment for Father. “I didn't think how it would affect you and the boys. I'll also admit I was jealous of the attention all of you get without even trying. That doesn't excuse the way I treated all of you so I sincerely apologize again. I'm sorry and I will be a better brother from now on.” Just as he finished his mini monologue, we heard slow claps coming from behind him. “That was quite the speech, Brother dearest.” Eurus teased him. Our eldest brother playfully groaned before grabbing E into a headlock and ruffling his hair. The boys continued their roughhousing as I finished checking my bags. After I was done, they broke it up momentarily to drag me into a classic Ledger siblings hug. I was going to miss these idiots so much. I told them all to keep in touch and hugged them individually. I saved Boreas for last. “I'm glad to have my brother back. I accept your apology and I forgive you. Call and visit as often as you can.” I kissed his cheek and they sent me off. I was on the next plane to Angeles. *** I finally made it. I sorted my shit out and now here I was ready to work it out with Aly. I knocked on his door apprehensively. Within seconds I heard footsteps coming towards the front door and the hinges creaking as the door flung open. Aly's usual figure didn't tower over me. I was faced with a blurry silhouette who seemed to be my height. "Oh sorry. I must have gotten the wrong house. Would you happen to know where Alystair Costas lives?" "He lives here, who might you be?" She sounded suspicious of me. Understandably so I introduced myself to her as his friend. I wasn't sure who this lady was so I kept my relationship with him on the down low. "If I'm allowed to ask; what's your relation to Alystair?" I steeled myself for the answer. Maybe she was his sister...surely he wouldn't have moved on so quickly? "I'm his wife." What. The. Fuck. “Alice, who's at the door?” My throat closed up when I heard his voice. I wanted to run away but my legs won't budge. “Come see for yourself.” She called out to him. I swear she sounded smug and even though I couldn't make out her features, I was sure her expression matched her tone. His heavy steps came closer and closer. Run! I screamed to myself but I still couldn't move. A part of me wanted to see him again before I leave for good. His blonde blurry mess of hair was unmistakable. I caught the sound of his breath hitching. “Cal...what are you doing here?” He made a move to hug me and I shoved him away. “A wife? What the hell, Alystair!” “Huh?” He was caught off guard and I'm sure his cute eyebrows were furrowed to match his confusion. We were both interrupted by shrill laughter. We turned to the owner - Alice. In between her fits of laughter, she explained the situation. I burned red with embarrassment. I should have noticed how they both had similar blonde hair and English accents. It doesn't necessarily dictate that they're siblings but I should have known better. Alystair was an honourable man. I wouldn't have fallen for him otherwise. “I just wanted you to suffer a little bit for breaking Al’s heart.” She explained. Aly simply pushed her towards to the door. “You've stirred up enough trouble for one day, Alice. I would like a private word with Cal if you don't mind.” “I do mind, little brother.” “It wasn't a request, Alice.” She mimicked his stern tone but went back in reluctantly, slamming the door in the process. The first thing he did was clasp our hands together. I really missed his touch. Before I was sucked in, I pulled out my acceptance letter. “I want to make it abundantly clear that while I do have strong feelings for you, that's not going to dictate my life. I want to make something for myself before I settle down. I want to be more than a Selected from Dom’s Selection or Captain Costas’ girlfriend. I'm going to be Calista Ledger, innovating inventor. The world will know my name.” He pulled me closer so that I could see his proud grin to the best of my ability. “I would be honoured to be Calista Ledger’s boyfriend.” That made me blush like a schoolgirl. He always knew the right thing to say to get a reaction out of me. To distract both of us from the mushy moment, I pass him the acceptance letter. “I made it into Illéa College!” He lifted me up in one swift and spun me around. I giggled before begging him to put me down. “This calls for a celebration. Alice and I made Bolognese, would you like to stay for dinner?” I interlaced our fingers together before smiling up at him. “I would love to. I'm not going anywhere for a long time.” We went back into the house, hand in hand. Everything was finally falling into place.

[datingdiaries123]

Number 15: Saturday night, date night

In the last post I was still recovering from my bunion surgery and in my big boot. Fast forward a few more months and the boot is no more. We’re now in June, the weather is warmer (still wet though), I can wear proper shoes again (not quite ready for heels yet) and I’ve nearly completed a full year in my new job (which I love). Life is good.

A friend had recommended a new dating app that I hadn’t tried before. She’d met some decent men through it, and as I still hadn’t met anyone that nice in real life, I decided to give it a go. Within a few days I matched with a man who in a lot of his pictures looked remarkably like David Beckham. I originally thought he’d be a catfish (far too good looking to be real, surely?), but after reverse image searching his photos, he actually turned out to be a real person. We seemed to have lots in common and we had the same sense of humour, always a good start. He was 38, so a few years older than me, lived about an hour’s drive away, had a good job, an 8 year old daughter who he saw regularly (very important), seemed to have his head screwed on and had morals - lots of tick boxes so far. One of the things I noticed about his info was he’d put he’s looking for someone honest and with integrity. I always put ‘honesty’ somewhere in mine but that’s the first time I’ve actually seen someone put ‘integrity’. He sounded like a decent human being, all good so far.

We chatted for less than 24 hours, he gave me his number and he asked me if I’d like to meet him after work….. Tonight! It was a Thursday so we were both at work. I hate it when men are flakey and you can’t pin them down (clearly not that bothered about meeting up!), so I need to take advantage of someone who’s keen. I bit the bullet and agreed to meet him. I felt sick leading up to the date, not sure why I was so nervous, maybe because it was unplanned and sudden, but also probably due to me not actually having been on a date for a little while. (Yes, you heard that right, I don’t date as much as these blogs would suggest!) We agreed to meet halfway, as he had to drop his daughter off at her mum’s house. This worked out fine for me as it gave me enough time to get ready after work and travel to meet him. We met in a cute little village pub in an area neither of us had been to before. I saw a message appear on my screen as I was driving there to say he’d arrived. That calmed my nerves a bit, at least I wasn’t going to be sitting there on my own. As I pulled into the car park and parked, my heart was beating out of my chest and I felt physically sick. I really hope he’s not a weirdo after I’ve driven over an hour to meet him. This better not be a waste of time. I text him to say I’d arrived and got out of the car and walked towards the entrance. I heard someone call my name and he was parked nearby and had waited in his car for me. That was cute, so we at least went in together. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug. He smelt so nice - I don’t know what aftershave he was wearing but its one I recognised and it was loooovely. That’s one of the first meet concerns out of the way - how the person will smell. It sounds so insignificant in the grand scheme of things but I have come to realise its SO important. (I’ll tell you a story another time about a really nice/fit/genuinely lovely man who smelt of out of date milk…..!)

In the pub it was really cosy and we got a corner table. He bought the first round which was sweet, so I said I’d get the second. At this point it was 9pm and was getting late for a work night. We got on instantly - he told me all about his childhood and family, his daughter, his work and past career (security guard, now head of security, like a manager of the guards and security team). He sounded so normal and I loved how he was being so honest and telling me all about his life. He asked about me too and we chatted for 2 hours, before we were being kicked out of the pub at 11 o’clock. Time had gone so fast, which is always a good sign when you meet someone for the first time. He said he wasn’t ready to go home yet as we were having such a good night. He suggested a romantic walk round the village, which I liked the sound of, so that’s what we did. It was still warm but just starting to get chilly. We both got our jackets and off we went. He asked me if he could hold my hand which was ever so cute (I’m glad he didn’t just presume I was going to say yes!). We walked round the lovely little village for about 45 minutes, looking at the houses, shops and stopping to stroke random cats that kept crossing our path. Neither of us could remember if the pub car park had a barrier or not - oh dearrrrr, we could end up getting our cars locked in overnight! We walked rather briskly back to the car park and luckily found that there was no barrier. We stood by my car and he asked me if I’d had a good evening. Of course I had and I told him I really enjoyed it. He asked me there and then if I’d like to see him again, which of course I did. He actually wanted to see me the following evening but seeing as I wouldn’t get home tonight until 1am, I decided the weekend would be better. So by the time we’d said goodbye we’d already agreed Saturday night would be our second date - progress! We kissed outside and it was very romantic. Cold around us and I had a red nose, but he wrapped me up in his jacket and it was like something out of a film. Kissing him was good - he was just the right amount of gentle and rough at the same time. He was really tall (6ft 2) and I loved the fact I had to stand on tiptoes to reach up to him. He was a proper manly man. As I drove away I saw a message pop up on my screen - it just said “Best date ever” with love heart eyes. What a cutie! I drove home with a big smile on my face.

We spent the next 24 (and a bit) hours messaging lots, chatting on the phone and talking about how excited we were about our second date. On the Friday night neither of us had plans so he said he’d ring me for a chat. We video chatted for over 2 hours and it was nice. Comfortable, easy to talk to each other and we were constantly having a laugh. Things were looking good. Saturday came and I woke up feeling like a kid on Christmas Day. I looked at my phone and he’d already messaged me that morning saying good morning and he’s looking forward to seeing me later. He was at work during the day so would come to meet me straight afterwards. He had taken a few outfits to work with him, then would get showered and ready at work and drive to Leeds to meet me. I’d booked us a table at a nice Italian in the city centre and he was looking forward to going as he hadn’t been before. During the day he was messaging me, sent me photos of his outfits and asked which would be best for our date (any were fine, he looked smart in trousers and a shirt) and he’d even had his hair cut in his lunch break ready for tonight. We were clearly both looking forward to it and I had that excited feeling in my stomach all day. 

He’d messaged around 5:30pm saying he was getting stressed at work as he’d got to deal with a shoplifter and had to wait for the police to arrive and take over. I responded to say don’t worry, there’s still plenty of time before we’re due to meet and just get there when you can. He knew the reservation time and the address of the restaurant, so I had no worries. The table was booked for 7:30pm which he’d agreed would give him enough time to finish work, get ready and drive over. I spent 2 hours getting ready and glammed up, with the plan to get the bus into town at 7pm, arriving at 7:20. At just before 7 I messaged him to tell him I was setting off and I’d see him there. He read it but didn’t respond. I didn’t think much about it, he was probably on his way in too and couldn’t message. I arrived at the restaurant and made sure the lady on the desk knew I was here, but was waiting for my +1. I got a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. I kept an eye on my phone just in case he got in touch, but I expected him to walk through the door at any moment. At 7:45 I had been waiting for 25 minutes and hadn’t heard from him. Thought I better send him a message and see how far away he is, as they would only hold our table until 8. The message sent but didn’t deliver, which I thought was odd. So I phoned him to see if he was maybe on hands free, still driving. It went straight to voicemail. Strange. So I left him a message just saying hope you’re okay and how far away are you as we’ve only got the table reservation for another 15 minutes. But not to worry if you’re not here in time, we can just go somewhere else. I carried on sipping my drink and waiting. 

It got to 8 o’clock and still no contact. This was weird. He should have finished work by now but then why hadn’t he been in touch to tell me hes running late? The lady came over to find me and told me I could either sit at the table (and keep it, but I’d have to order food), or we’d lose it. I didn’t want to sit there, not knowing how far away he was so decided to lose it. I stayed at the bar and at ten past 8 I messaged my mum asking what I should do. It was a “How long would you wait for someone if you haven’t heard from them and don’t know if they’re coming?”. Mum responded pretty much straight away and said go home, it’s not looking promising. I felt so bad leaving - what if he turned up and I wasn’t there? But to be fair, at this point I’d been waiting for 50 minutes. And I still wasn’t 100% sure if he’d actually set off from work, or whether he was still stuck there waiting for the police to arrive. I walked to the bus stop. It was cold and horrible and I felt like sh*t. The high of leading up to a date then the massive low of having to go home without having even going on the date……. bad times. I was sure there was some explanation as to why he hadn’t arrived/got in touch, but I had an awful feeling in my gut. I waited for 20 minutes for my bus and then it came up on the screen ‘CANCELLED’. I was cold, wet and feeling sorry for myself. I burst into tears sitting at the bus stop and messaged my mum. Luckily for me, they don’t live far away so my dad very kindly came in the car to rescue me. (My hero).

I heard nothing from my date guy that evening. The sadness of getting all glammed up then coming home and wiping off my makeup, putting on my pyjamas and cuddling up with my dog in front of the TV made it a depressing evening. I should have been out having a nice Italian meal with a lovely man! I expected to wake up the following day to a message saying what had happened and he was so sorry etc etc……. I looked at my phone on Sunday morning and there was nothing. I decided to give it 24 hours so he could at least get in touch and apologise and explain what had happened last night. I thought maybe his battery had died so he couldn’t access my number and ended up going home? In my head I was coming up with all sorts of scenarios of what could have happened and why he didn’t get in touch. Maybe his daughter had been rushed into hospital and he had no time to message me, then had to turn his phone off? Maybe he was still in hospital with her, still with his phone off? I’m a reasonable person and wouldn’t have kicked off if he’d have given me a genuine explanation. Even a rubbish explanation would have been better at this point - just get in touch and give me something! 24 hours came and went and still nothing. I sent him one more message - asking if he’s okay. Not kicking off, not angry, not asking a million questions or making him feel uncomfortable, just checking he’s okay. He never read it (although it did get delivered, so his phone was now turned back on). He then got blocked. Nothing he could say now would make it okay or convince me to meet him again. I felt completely heartbroken. This is rock bottom in the dating world. I hadn’t been here before. How could someone do this to another person, knowing I was sitting there waiting for him, yet he had no intention of turning up or even telling me he wasn’t coming. That’s just cruel and mean, very cruel and very nasty. What a horrible person.

[sugaforthesoul]

[Fan Account] 20170401 - BTS WINGS Tour in Anaheim, CA

So you guys may or may not know but I was in Anaheim last night to see Bangtan. If you'd like to find out about my experience, just keep on reading!

So my day started very early on Saturday morning. I woke up around 7AM. Since this past week was my spring break, I was accustomed to waking up at 1PM and going to bed at 4AM, so needless to say, I had trouble both falling asleep and waking up in the morning. I caught a bus from outside my dorm around 9:30AM and rode it for about an hour and a half up to Oceanside. From there, I took the train around 12PM to Anaheim and I got there around 1:30PM. Fast forward past some details no one probably cares about, I came back to the Honda center (it's right across the street from Anaheim station) around 3:30PM. Since I had an assigned seat, I didn't have to worry about lining up or anything. By that time, most of the merch was gone though, so I didn't get anything ;A; I guess it's a good that 'cause that stuff is really expensive. Anyway, after hours of sitting on the curb and waiting in line, I got in around 7PM. I was in section 204 so once I was inside, I went straight through the doors into the actual stadium. Since I was in row P, my view was a little further away but I was not complaining one bit. When I sat down, a lady gave us an orange and green bag to cover lightsticks for specific songs but I didn't get to use them since I didn't buy a lightstick. For the next hour or so, they were playing Bangtan MVs on the monitors, and y'all. Why y'all got scream... at a MV? I was amused but I expected it since at SMTOWN way back in 2011, I was one of those people who screamed at the videos playing before the show (and was judged by my dad). Anyway I was sitting there amused at the audience but also watching the screen (and screaming at Jas AKA @jeons-jalebi via text and snap). As I was sitting there, watching, it hit me and I was trembling in both nervousness and excitement, which didn't subside until deep into the actual performance. I noticed the MVs were somewhat being played in chronological order but after Spring Day, I was ready for Not Today... the MV... that's not what I got. The lights cut and the intro VCR started playing. Everyone got to their feet, screaming and waving their lightsticks. I was no exception this time (minus the lightstick, obviously). Guess what they performed first. Yup, that's right, Not Today. The rose up from the back portion of the stage and it felt like my heart stopped for a moment. Yes, I video taped it but I did NOT for one moment actually look at what I was filming cuz I wanted to focus on it with my actual eyes. Even though I held my phone very close to my chest, the footage is very shaky. Yes, it's because my body was still trembling uncontrollably. I don't think I need to tell you guys how they perform because I'm sure most of you are under the impression that they're great performers, and you'd be absolutely correct. I think after was the first ment (I say I think because I don't remember how many there were or when they happened). Everyone screamed their asses off as expected and they all introduced themselves in English and all that jazz. I was expecting this but I was not prepared. Goddamn Min YOONGI (that autocorrected to all caps and obviously, I have made zero attempt to change it) did the thing where he takes his earpiece out, closes his eyes and cups his ear. Naturally, I screamed at the top of my lungs, as did others (except the girl next to me; she was texting during half the concert lol). After that they performed Am I Wrong, 뱁새, and (I think) BS&T. I'm not sure the order but I'm pretty sure BS&T was in that mix because I know they performed it around the beginning but I don't quite remember when (I jotted the setlist during the breaks, but I had forgotten by then... I guess I was just that stunned). Yo... those motherfucking hip thrusts in 뱁새... I couldn't breathe, holy shit. Honestly, no amount of preparation can prepare you to see them and I learned that many times in the course of two and a half hours. So far, the award of hype goes to Not Today and 뱁새, which is saying something because usually I'm very reserved in public and I was by myself too. After a break, Begin started and I knew there was going to be choreography for it since Jas told me . I thought I could prepare myself for it… but I was not prepared at all. Begin is one of my favorite tracks and pairing it with dancing ruined me. I was on the verge of tears. And then Lie is performed, and in that moment, it was all over. The choreography was absolutely amazing. It was sensual and well put together. Even though it was Jimin paired with sexy dancing, that style of dancing appeals to me anyway so I was just immersed. It felt a little bit theatrical too, and the red lighting was also appealing to my aesthetic. Anyone who knows me knows much I love the color red (just like Jungkook, heh). Right after, the universe decided it was going to seal the package of that round of performances with my bias. Yes, that’s right, the first round of solos was my bias list, ending off with my ultimate. Yoongi started by sitting in the middle in front of a piano and there were two strings players sitting at each side. I could hear the emotion in his voice, honestly. He kept walking closer, down the stage and delivered the verses with closed eyes. At this point, I was just watching and crying (literally). In that moment, I all of a sudden felt so thankful that I was standing there, able to see him (and them) perform in person. I’m from Florida, so needless to say, they’ve never come anywhere near my hometown. I don’t remember which ment this was in but since I mentioned that I don’t remember which ment went where and what happened in each specific one except the beginning and end one, I’ll insert this story here. So Hoseok was going to each side, getting them/us to scream. Of course the left side would still scream when he went to the right side and vice versa, but that’s beyond the point. Yoongi, after Hoseok finished both sides, growled, and I mean GROWLED like a tiger when he said, “LOUDER!” Usually the speakers in a large concert made the pitch higher, but when Yoongi growled, his voice was the deepest I had heard from him. It sent shivers down my spine (and still does at this very moment as I think back to it) and everyone went absolutely crazy. I am no exception. Every time Yoongi prompted us to be louder, lowkey highkey, I put more effort for obvious reasons. The next set of performances were in the front part of the stage, so I got a better view of it. The vocal line started with Lost. I was really impressed by how much they’ve improved their vocals. There a lot more stable now. Lost isn’t one of my favorites but I enjoyed it (as I enjoyed the performance for every song that isn’t that high up for me). Oh, I’d like to mention that by then, I’m pretty sure my body’s trembling had subsided. I think it stopped when there was a break. After Lost was Save Me, and I Need U. The choreography for Save Me was… I can’t even describe. Obviously I’m familiar with it, but seeing it in person was so good. I could definitely tell I Need U was a favorite for many because it got even louder somehow (if you didn’t know, I tend to vibe more with the tracks that are more hip-hop infused). The next set of performances were solos again and it started with Reflection. Namjoon is one of those people whom I’ve grown to admire a lot in the past four years and seeing him perform was a reiteration of that. There’s just something about the way his voice fills the stadium… that or I’m crazy. After that was Stigma, and guys, we need to talk about Taehyung’s voice. I was so accustomed to his deep singing voice. Yes, I was aware of the high notes in Stigma, but hearing it live? This probably doesn’t mean much since I was shook to the core the whole time, but I was S H O O K. Hoseok performed Mama after, and I must say, I have a newfound love for him. The choreography was very jazzy and lively, and his smile just gave me energy. That whole performance was like a vitamin. Also I had a hard time keeping my eyes on him ‘cause the main monitor behind him and a slideshow of his baby photos and babies are my weakness. After Hobi, Jin performed, and again, so impressed with those vocals. The next set of performances… this is when shit got very real for me, and this is why: the fucking CYPHER happened. Yo, I mentioned that it’s hard to hype me that much if I’m solo and in public, but you better believe I was vibing hardcore with that shit. My mannerisms were like Yoongi’s. I was too into it to notice but when I looked back at the little snapchat video I took of the beginning of his verse, I noticed we’re similar. I also do some of the dance moves Hoseok was doing (and I’m sure some of you know the origin those dances). I’m dancing while sitting at my desk typing this up, that’s how much that performance hyped me. Right after was Fire, and of course the hype did not subside (for most people, Fire is a hype song but not my favorite - dear Lord, how many times am I going to say a variation of “hype”). They had us cover our lightsticks with either a yellow bag or an orange one for it. Following was a medley of throwbacks starting from N.O. Then they did No More Dream (I was so hyped for the former two), Boy in Luv, Danger, and Run. They only did choreography for Boy in Luv out of the older songs. They did 21st Century Girl, and then it seemed like it’d be over but after lots of screaming, chanting BTS, and changing the bags on the lightsticks to create a rainbow, they came back on, starting with Hoseok dancing to Intro: Boy Meets Evil (no, he didn’t rap too). They did BS&T again and talked to us more after. Last, they performed Interlude: Wings, 2!3!, and ended with Spring Day. Most people including me didn’t leave until the VERY end, after the ending video played on the monitor and the boys bowed with everyone. As I walked out, I was a little dizzy, still dazed, but also my ears were so blocked and my throat was very hoarse. I didn’t buy merch earlier but I bought a WINGS shirt with the tour dates on the back (which I’m wearing now)... it was $10! People just went around selling them! Jas told me to look out for stuff like that. The concert was about two and a half hours but i didn’t leave until around 11:30PM because I needed an uber to go back to the Airbnb and when I first got out, they were $45, and I was like hell no because it was $14 to get to the Honda Center. I kept refreshing but the price went up to $75. Eventually I got it at $32 though. The amount of people I screamed to about it when I was lying in bed… yeah I still have post concert shock. I came back to the dorm this morning and since Anaheim Station is close to the Honda Center, I got to meet @perpetually-jungshook :’) We didn’t hang for long; I had a crowded as fuck train to catch… but yeah, that’s it. I wanna turn back time, but the moment has passed so I’ll just pray they’ll come back soon.

[swearronchanel]

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER 6.07

AHHH OMG, I was out all day & Actually MISSED the NEW episode like wtfff?!!? it was TOrture!! & I literally had to delete twitter and Tumblr off my phone because the devil himself would’ve tempted me lmfao😭 I love spoilers but not when everyone has seen the episode but me! it’s okay though I had some rum chata to distract me lol, which is just rum and horchata which is the Hispanic version of Horlicks so, At least I was in the CtM Spirit 🙃

Anyway I’m finally getting to watch it so here we go ..

shit I’m so nervous and I haven’t pressed play

why is my heart beating so fast omg

i usually skip the intro but I’m legit not ready

PHYLLIS !! 💕

damn Vanessa already hinting at what’s to come

Baby Susan so precious omg!!

No lie one of the prettiest babies I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen lots of ugly babies and lots of cute babies, I’m qualified to judge.

“Courage and resilience will matter most of all” 😭😭ahh omg

My spirit animal and campion Phyllis deserves nothing but the best I’m not ready to see her hurt

SHELAGH GETTING EXAMINED 😭😭💕💕 MY HEART IS BURSTING & her belly is so big omg!

CRYING SHE STILL CANT BELIEVE ITS HAPPENING ME EITHER BBY 😭 like holy shit I’m still not over it.

But I’m going to binge series 6 with my mother when I’m home Saturday and can’t wait for her to watch because she wanted to see shelagh have a baby & also she doesn’t know what tf has happened 😭😭😂 it’s been a crazy series! She will be s h o o k

“I know I’m just not a very relaxed sort of person” SAME but BBY RELAX 😭💕

LOL I WOULDNT HAVE READ IT EITHER

That was a cute moment with Babs and Shelagh!! But still wish it was w/ Trixie though 🙁 also it didn’t seem like a “heart to heart”? was it supposed to or was I expecting too much

Aw Rhoda 💔

what a ignorant ass teacher though, I’ll  FIGHT HER REAL QUICK

BOY OR GIRL??? I REALLY WANT TO KNOW UGH WHAT IS BABY TURNER??!

ugh Shelagh and Patrick’s faces 😫 I hope they don’t feel guilty for having a baby

But also why does shelagh have to keep wearing the same things lol, I feel cheated of all the cute maternity looks she could’ve served instead

“Having to explain” poor Mrs Antoine UGH THAT MAKES ME SO ANGRY, THERE’S NOTHING TO BE EXPLAINED   I’m mixed, Hispanic and white not black and white but still my dad is tan & we’ve been places where people have given my parents the dirtiest looks and have heard a nasty comment or two & it BOILS MY BLOOD

Omg the Antoine boys are precious

TRIXIE 😍😍 my bby looks good!

PHYLLIS IN TROUSERS HELL YES

UM VALARIE CAN U NOT BE RACIST

I swear if she says anything more I’ll lose my shit

“No one can really choose who they fall in love with” BLESS U DEELS

Bless Phyllis for making sure those cubs don’t grow up to be as ignorant as their parents

“I surmise the puller of teeth is intended to admire it” SISTER MJ IS A GEM

LOL SISTER J WANTS HIM TO COME THROUGH

SISTER WINIFRED WITH ANOTHER PRICELESS FACE IM DEAD

A bassoon? Lmaoo what the actual fuck Tim

Oh it’s for girls ofc LOL give him a girlfriend already, I’d get such a kick out of it. & Patrick could make another dad joke and say like take a lesson from me I legit beat God over a woman’s heart

The Mullucks fam 😭

Patrick with Susan omg aww

Trixie looking like a b a b e I’m dead 😍

“You’ll look like you’re trying to hard” DELIA HAHA OMG SHE GETS LIKE ONE MIN OF SCREEN TIME BUT SHE ALWAYS HAS GOOD LINES

I need Trixie’s everything, no joke. HOW

But I’m dying my hair blonder this week don’t play

Ah my bby shelagh again 😍💕

I feel so sorry for Patrick like this wasn’t your fault

LMAO SISTER WINIFRED CANT CONCENTRATE IN COMPLINE  SHE IS ANNOYINGLY PRECIOUS

She’s scared to take her driving test aw 😂😂 same like I have my permit but I’m scared to fail the actual driving test

“Oh I have a soft spot for the Antoines” PHYLLIS TIENE UN GRAN COROZON 😭

Omg Mr and Mrs Antoine are so cute too, dios te bendiga 😰

Christopher being a flake wtf no me gusta

Sister W is in on the drama like Sister B was, am I right??

LMAO HER RUN

Prosthetics are so wild, my abuelo has a prosthetic leg and I was so interested when he first got it. But also I’m going to hell for being evil because I joke around way too much when he’s extra senile

“People call my kids hair frizzy, but I think it’s beautiful” MY HEART😭💔 literally my mom was the same with me. Defensive over my curls - even tho my hair is frizzy sometimes😭

The song though, took me a second to process but that’s my bby shelagh’s song ?? Ummm wut

lol sister Winifred hella late, let me guess this will make her want to drive?

this prosthetic place is so great wow omg

damn it Bernie

PHYLLIS LOVES THIS FAMILY AND I LOVE THEM ALL OMG 😭😭

GET THE RUM ! or I will lol

ah never mind

LOL SISTER W AGAIN & PHYLLIS SHAKING HER HEAD

the question is, does/has sister Winifred drink/drank ? she seems like a light weight

fuck is this when it’s gonna happen

I’M NOT READY DAMN IT

damn Bernie..

UGH MY HEART IS RACING IM SO ANXIOUS AND SCARED AHJXKWLXM

HOLY SHIT OMGGGG

THAT WAS SO HARD AHH OMGG

IM FUCKING SCREAMING

Phyllis is in shock o h m y g o d

I can’t process this either

OMG I CANT DEAL

PHYLLIS IS SOBBING, IM SOBBING WTFFFF OMGG 😭😰😰😰💔💔💔

MY FUCKING HEART

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO OMG

AW SISTER W ASWELL UGH WTF I SHOULDNT FEEL SO MUCH

LMAO OMG THANK U FOR COMIC RELIF

TIM SUCKS LMAO stick to the damn piano boy

PATRICK AND SHELAGH GIGGLING OMG MY HEART IS OKAY NOW 😭😭💕💕

SHELAGH AND PATRICK BEING SO CUTE IM CRYING

DAMN THALIDOMIDE

DAMN THAT CAR UGH  

DAMN IT ALL

LOW FUCKING BLOW BERNIE THAT WAS NOT HER FAULT

BABS TRYING TO COMFORT PHYLLIS  IM CRYING AGAIN

SHE IS SO HURT, I AM SO HURT, IM A BLOODY MESS OF TEARS. IM SOBER AND SAD NOW & THERE’S MASCARA In MY CONTACT LENS & MY 3yr OLD GREMLIN LITTLE COUSIN IS KICKING ME (lol he’s laying next to me)

AND CARRIE CRYING NOW OMGGG NO LENNY WONT DIE STOP

“That lovely gp of yours” lol does everyone have a crush on Dr Turner but me? Lol don’t come @ me pls I’m sorry I know people love him 😭😭 Im here for Christopher and Tom But He is handsome, just in an older man way Lmaoo guess it’s cause he could be my dad 😂 lol he’s older than my dad

I’d take him as a sugar daddy real quick though. I need my tuition paid and he is so sweet😏 😭😂

So it was a scarf, hmm I thought trixie was gonna find like stockings or something

“Not Hermès but something very like it” lol how does Trixie know what Hermès feels like on a nurses salary?

Valarie is on my nerves & she’s had like 2 mins of screen time Lmaoo I’ve liked her until this episode. I hope they don’t ruin her for me

“But I’m a member of the institute of advanced motorists”  UGH PHYLLIS IS A GEM WHO DOES NOT DESERVE THIS !! SHE IS THERE FOR EVERYONE ALWAYS, SHE ALWAYS DOES GOOD WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO HER?

Aw Sister Winifred

Oh Rhoda 💔💔she’s such a great mother

MY HEART, THEY WERE WALKING AWAY FROM BEING TEASED

BLAME THE RACISTS, IT IS ALWAYS A VALID BLAME

YES PHYLLIS IS A GOOD WOMAN! 😭😭

Tom trying to comfort Phyllis😭😭

“You’re fond of your meat, and our views on God and His existence are divergent to say the least, but we both follow vocations…. so if you caused harm to someone else, even inadvertently would it not make you question what everything in your life has come to stand for?” I’m c r y i n g

“I, a rational woman, have no one to question but myself” 😭💔

IM REALLY HURT

“Sometimes cheering people on the sidelines doesn’t help”

my bby killing it 😍

Why you being a flake Christopher? go ahead man tell her about your kid

BRUH YOU DONT TELL HER LIKE THAT LMAO

he’s divorced ah, thought it was out of wedlock. I don’t care though haha

NO DRINKS FOR TRIXIE, TELL HIM BBY.. in your own time of course 💕

BABY SUSAN SO PRECIOUS

Fred brought her car ugh And Phyllis is still so hurt as am I 💔

This lady is so sweet! I hope she and Rhoda become friends right now

DID SHE TAKE DISTIVAL TOO?

lol wait where are the Turners I miss them??

“.. and the words ‘Nonnatus house this is not a midwife speaking’ are most unlikely to reassure the caller” SISTER MJ!

YES SHE DID OMG. I need them to be best friends omg 💔😭

“Nothing was said, nothing was done” 💔💔

PHYLLIS LOOKING AT THE CAR

SISTER MJ IS GOING WITH HER MY HEART OMG

my heart my heart

aw the mullucks'😭 ofc IT WASNT YOUR FAULT!

SISTER MJ IS A GEM 💕😭 & PHYLLIS IS JUMPING BACK IN

TWO GEMS 😭💕 but also if this was the birth they meant that sister MJ was involved in ill be lowkey sad, but we shall see next week if she’s randomly with Shelagh when she delivers

Trixie serving more looks 😍

Aw my bby 💔does she tell him about her alcoholism at the end of this ?

Also what are we guessing about Valarie rn?? she has a secret? tragic backstory to be unlocked? what ? She gay?

Aw the mulluks’s again! All so sweet💕 & YES LYDIA BE FRIENDS

ugh Christopher looks good af😍 and that car yes

YES TRIXIE 😍 my girl looking good as well

SHE TOLD HIM 😭 IM CRYING IM SO PROUD 😭😭💕💕WHY DO I FEEL SO PROUD FOR A FICTIONAL CHARACTER??! I love her

Oh shit Patsy’s dad is dead. I assumed that was coming

Phyllis reassuring Delia awww

PHYLLIS BACK AT THE CUBS 😭 MY CHAMPION AND SPIRIT ANIMAL BOUNCING BACK

Lenny’s speech omg brb crying

The support group for thalidomide victims omg my heart

I was cryin before and now I’m crying more for this Irish lady

Omg side side side note there was this cute old interracial couple that seem like my parents in 20yrs in JFK yesterday that were so precious and sweet and we’re talking to me the whole time waiting at the gate & then there was this sweet Irish couple who were confused about the time difference and I helped them out and then when we landed they helped me out looking for my bag so now I have much more faith in humanity because usually the people in NYC airports are angry new yorkers who don’t care lol like me (jk)

“There’s no rule of life so simple or so true ..” 😭😢💔💖

Thank u Vanessa I’m so emotional, show me next week 

Bonus: next week

OMG PHYLLIS HUGGING SHELAGH OMGGG. I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED TO SEE THIS

PHYLLIS BETTER DELIVER THE BABY I KNOW I WANTED TRIXIE BUT IT DOESNT SEEN LIKELY AND SO INEED PHYLLIS (sister J too ofc?! She was barely in this past episode)

MY BBY SHELAGH’S TUMMY IS SO BIG IN HER UNIFORM OMG SHE’S SO PRECIOUS I LOVE HER I MISSED HER THIS PAST EPISODE

BUT OH MY GOD BABY TURNER IS COMING HOLY SHIT THIS IS HAPPENING THIS IS NOT A DRILL

HERE COMES THE PILL READY OR NOT #LETSGETIT1962

Lol oh shoot I didn’t take mine yesterday or today brb

AW DELIA

WHAT IS SIGNIFICANT ABOUT BABS SLEEPING I NEED TO KNOW

Lol idk why but even though I like Tom and Babs their relationship just doesn’t do anything for me😂😂 like I don’t give a shit? They’re cute but idk it doesn’t cut it. Like they’re just there and I’m like “aw ok”

OMG I CANT WAIT WHAT WILL HAPPEN ?! I NEED ANSWERS

I will die next week. For real. 

[loveshaunixo]

A Piece of Me

“I laugh harder with you. I feel more myself with you. I trust you with me -- the real me. When something goes wrong or right, or I hear a funny joke, or I see something bizarre, you’re the first person I want to talk to about it.” - Samantha Young

Ever had that one person you just really did not like? But then became best friends with once you actually got to know each other? Funny how friendships work, huh? That’s what happened with my best friend Steven and I. We met in seventh grade at school, and had art class together; funny thing is, he was actually one of the kids that use to bully me. But, there was something different with him still… he wasn’t as mean as the other kids. He did make a few comments, but he knew when to stop and leave me alone, unlike the other kids.

Back then, Skate Plex was the place to be. My best friend at the time and I would be there pretty much every Friday, maybe even Saturdays. Of course, since it was a popular place… I would run into Steven. This time, he wouldn’t be a bully. He would make kind of mean jokes, which later on caught on to what sarcasm was and realized that’s all it was. I know, I was slow at becoming fluent in sarcasm, so sue me.

Steven and I didn’t really see each other throughout high school. We saw each other’s profiles on social media, but that’s all. Soon after graduating though, we ended up reconnecting. We slowly got to know each other, and soon became friends. Then of course, he became one of my best friends. But then came a time where feelings kind of developed. He started having feelings first, and would joke about how he had his over-night bag ready and “was ready to cuddle whenever I was ready.” I didn’t know how I felt though, I liked him but I don’t know if I did enough to consider dating or going further. He was my best friend, and if it was anything I learned from Adrian, it was: dating your best friend isn’t a good idea. Steven was definitely someone I did not want to lose.

Back when I was an pill-popping alcoholic because I was a dumbass who wasn’t coping with the breakup with Adrian very well, Steven checked on me all the time. I knew he wanted to help, but he also knew how I was, and knew that I wouldn’t stop until I wanted to. I was stubborn and hard-headed, he knew this. So he at least made sure I was always safe and didn’t get too seriously bad. 

The summer I had started dating the tattooed bad boy, Steven definitely made sure to make himself present in my life often. I was helping my boyfriend at the time with moving weight and selling bud. This was when I was constantly at his house (or Trap House I should say), and I knew plenty of people. So we were definitely raking in money, but the money started to change my attitude. Honestly, yeah… I got greedy and let it get to my head. I guess I started acting different too, because Steven started to use his lunch breaks to come see me. He always made an excuse that he needed a few grams or so, after a while… I found out it was a cover story so he could check on me. I’ll admit, I started getting distant with him. But, the boyfriend at the time was also the jealous type and did not allow any other guy to talk to me. Hell, he even had an issue with my brothers wanting to hang out with me. --- Steven was definitely protective with me, and made sure I was safe; from the world, and sometimes even myself.

“It’s not that diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but it’s your best friends who are your diamonds” - Gina Barreca

When I had my miscarriage and lost my son, Steven was there for me too. Especially because I was sober at this point from everything (except smoking pot of course, haha) and was doing good. But he feared I would slip back into that “dark place” because he knew how happy I was about being an expecting mom. Of course, Steven made sure to check on me all the time, and actually started coming over to my house more often to hang out.It was hard times like those where it made us grow closer, and eventually… I did start to have feelings for him. Back then, I didn’t know that’s what it was but I kept it to myself and just continued to hang out with him and be his best friend. After a while,  Adrian and I had gotten back together. We all decided to hang out, and Steven had mentioned he wanted us to meet someone. When he got to the house he had a short, petite girl with him. She was pretty, but I started to get uneasy. It kind of bothered me to see him with another girl, I don’t know why. I was with Adrian so I knew I shouldn’t have had those feelings. I knew I had my chance before, and I didn’t take it.

After hanging out with them both and getting to know her a bit… I actually really liked her. She seemed to be good to him, and that’s what mattered. He was happy, she made him happy, and he enjoyed the fact we could all hang out. So I put my own personal feelings to the side and enjoyed the times we all had.

* * * * *

Several weeks later, Adrian and I had broken up for good, and at this time, I think so did Steven and his girlfriend. So were there for each other, we still hung out just not as often. His job had him going out of town a lot, but when he was in town we definitely made time for each other. At any point, I could have came clean and told him my feelings. I mean, we were both single, and maybe he still felt the same as he did. But I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t; shouldn’t ever wait around for someone to have the same feelings for you. The chances came and went, but I never told him. Never spoke a word of it. But I made sure to hug him tighter, and a little longer before he would leave.

One night, I went to sleep early but woke up a little shortly after to Steven calling my phone.

“Heyyyyy pretty lady, were you sleeping? You sound tired.” I loved the way his voice sounded when he was happy, it so peaceful and lovely. It’s like his happiness would just radiate and rub off on you, it was hard NOT to be happy around him or even when talking to him. He was definitely the happiness person I knew.

“Yes.” I laughed tiredly. “I fell asleep early, but woke up because I heard my phone going off; saw it was you and answered.”

“That’s right, you better answer when it’s me calling” he said jokingly. He was such a flirt, always had been. Even since seventh grade, that was definitely something that never changed in the years. 

“Ohhh yeah? And what would you have done if I didn’t? Hmm?” I said sarcastically.

“Come over and kidnap you” he said laughing.

“But see, know I know to make sure the doors are locked” I could deliver smart ass comments right back with him. It was almost an every day thing with him, we were always being smart asses with each other. Hell, sometimes it did seem like obvious flirting, haha.

“I can just crawl through your window. I know which one is yours, and your dogs know who I am, so they wouldn’t do anything.” Damn, he was right. Haha. 

“Well shit.” I started laughing. “Got a point there.” Steven started laughing. I loved the sound of his laugh, and definitely loved his smile. Even the way his eyes looked when he was genuine happy, or smiling. They were light when he was happy and always seemed to have a sparkle or gleam in them. That, or I must have loved him more than I thought and didn’t realize it haha. “Let’s hang out” he asked.

“I’m already in bed and in pajamas.” I said, pulling my phone away to look at the time. “Plus it’s late.” Thinking back, I don’t remember exactly what time it was, but I know it was late enough where I was better off staying home and rescheduling. “Want to hang out tomorrow if you’re not busy?”

“Yeah! That’s fine sweetheart!” I heard him say with excitement.

“Call me or text me when you’re up and are free, and I’ll come by and we’ll go do something.” I told him.

“No, I will come get YOU. But I will. I wanted to see what you were doing first, but since you’re making me wait till tomorrow I’m going to go hang out with a friend at his house.”

“Oh shush” I started laughing, it was small comments like that that made me believe the feelings were still there with him. “Have fun, and be safe. I’ll see you tomorrow then, dork.” Steven continued laughing before speaking. 

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you sweet girl.” I heard him say. 

“I love you too.” I replied. It was common for him to tell me he loved me, hell we always told each other we loved each other. Even despite when he had feelings and I didn’t, then when I did and didn’t know if it was mutual. We always made sure to tell each other we love each other.

Little did I know that phone call was going to be the last time I would ever hear him say those words… or speak to him at all…

“Never miss an opportunity to tell someone you love them, for you may never have another chance to tell them…” - Unknown

The next day, I woke up to several messages asking if I was okay. Then I get on to facebook to see posts from people who Steven and I went to school with, and grew up with. What I saw next made my world stop, and shattered my heart…

Steven was involved in a car accident. 

A woman name Misti Dawn O’Brien was driving a car while intoxicated, high off pills, and had children in the car. Steven was driving, and the bitch went to turn, cutting him off and causing him to crash into her head on.

My best friend… my heart… was dead…

I was told he fought for his life and to breath, but just couldn’t. He soon died at the scene… --  My world changed. I lost the biggest source of support, my best friend, someone who basically had my heart…

I lost a piece of myself…

Out of all deaths I have had to get through in my life… his was the hardest. To this day, I still cry and my heart breaks all over again; and it’s been nearly five years.Honestly… I don’t know if I will ever be okay..

“A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried; neither would a million tears, I know because I cried...”  -Unknown