#like omg stop just let the woman live peacefully

[aestherin]

KEEP MY HEART

goal 30: something wrong

NOTES: this took longer than i thought 💀 anw it was more tamed than i imagined omg yay!! ^^

Scaramouche thought the car ride home was plenty suffocating, but nothing could compare to how heavy the air was once he got home with his mother.

An extensive home that is reasonably far from other neighboring houses, with a spacious lot surrounding the house itself. It could've been such a perfect home — if not for the two broken people living in it.

As his mother remained silent while the two of them exited the car, Scaramouche thought he had at least the whole night to prepare for his mother's outburst. Alas, they haven't even made it to the front door yet, and he had already started hearing something.

"Kunikuzushi."

He merely turned to her, not even saying a word.

"Just what happened?" Scaramouche could not get something from his mother's voice at all. She wasn't yelling — it would be out of character for her to do so anyway. But she obviously wasn't happy either. But at least it wasn't that cold, too?

At a loss for words, the young man forced himself to focus his gaze on one random thing, perhaps the grass peacefully lying on their front yard.

'I'll just have to let her say anything and everything she wants to say, and I'll say nothing. And then tomorrow, we'll just continue like nothing happened,' he thought.

And so he did, letting his mother's words pass through one ear to the other. 'How can you let yourself play like that', 'how can you allow people to see you like that', 'just what would they say about you now', 'this isn't what we trained for'... Nothing he wasn't used to. It was all alright. He can go through another sermon session just fine.

Until he was knocked out of his stupor by a certain statement from his mother.

"Perhaps I should've gotten between you and that companion of yours I saw in the freedom wall. I think she is distracting you, maybe you should stay away from her."

A sudden surge of rage came over him, prompting him to finally meet eyes with his own mother. Ei was slightly taken aback, not used to receiving such a hateful look from her one and only son.

"What?"

The woman could not utter a response, still in shock at the state her son is in. She was so used to him being so indifferent whenever they talk, making it seem as if her advices and sermons have no effect at the slightest.

Meanwhile, Scaramouche, at the lack of response from his mother, could not stop himself anymore.

Scaramouche felt like a balloon — thinned, worn out, and keeping too much inside.

Much more than he could handle.

And his mother's words that night felt like a sharpened needle.

"Why the fuck do I always have to do what you tell me?" He finally snapped.

"What?"

"Can't you see that I'm trying?! And yet you always see something!" Scaramouche gritted his teeth.

"You always see something to criticize! You always see something like a flaw! You always see something wrong!" He yelled, shortly followed by a bitter laugh. "Heck, maybe you even consider my birth to be something wrong."

A swift slap cut him off.

Somehow, the physical pain inflicted by his mother got him out of his continuous outbursts, replacing his seething anger with shock. No matter how cold and strict his mother was, she had never gotten physical with him.

Refusing to believe what just happened, a wondering Scaramouche looked back up to his mother's face — only to see her eyes dripping and her cheeks stained.

'Are those tears?'

'My mother... crying?'

"How could you say something like that Kunikuzushi?"

"How can you treat your life so lightly like that?" Ei sobbed. "Your birth wasn't something wrong — it was the most beautiful thing that happened to me."

The young man just stared at her, probably in disbelief.

"You are my son, a part of me, something even more important than myself —"

"— and that's why I never wish to see you hurt."

"Hah," Scaramouche scoffed. "Really?"

The man could not do anything but laugh ironically. She doesn't want to see him hurt, she says?

'I hate to break it to you mom, but you've been doing that for so long.'

How many lies would she feed him tonight?

"I don't want you to suddenly commit a mistake while playing, put yourself to shame, and be unnecessarily criticized and judged heavily." The purple-haired woman said. "And if that happens? Then what? You'll be so affected by all the backlash, and then you'll finally lose yourself?"

Scaramouche swore he never expected to see his mother cry so hard. In fact, crying was one of the things he thought his mother was incapable of doing. But what was she saying?

Where is she getting all this from?

"What?"

"I don't want anyone precious to me to ever experience that again."

"What the heck are you talking about, mom?"

It was a slip of the tongue, unconsciously going back to what he once used to call the woman in front of him. A slip of the tongue that he failed to catch, but did not go past his own mother, whose memories of the days when he used to call her 'mom' flashed by her eyes.

But before she could even explain herself, someone else made their presence known.

"Your mother had a sister, you see."

It was Yae.

His mother's old friend.

“Have you ever heard of Makoto?” The pink-haired lady asked. Scaramouche could not see the relevance of her question, but he decided to humor her nonetheless. “Who?”

“My twin sister.”

“You had a sister?!”

Scaramouche thought he knew a lot about his mother. But really, is he even qualified to say that he knew her if he knew nothing about her past before having him? Everything he knew about Ei were memories of them together. Her being a loving mother to him when he was little, her having Yae as her only friend, her suddenly changing her parental practices once he started his soccer career — all of them were memories of her after his existence.

Only now did he realize he never knew anything about his mother’s past.

Yae sighed. “How is he ever going to understand if you never told him about Makoto, Ei?”

“It’s too dark of a story. He might not be able to handle it.”

“And you think he can handle your coldness and strictness forever?”

“What, do you want me to discourage my son from his dreams of being a top soccer player by telling him that my twin sister fucked up on a game just once, got so many backlash and became the people’s punching bag, went depressed up to the point that she couldn’t handle it anymore and eventually lost herself?” Ei spat out. “I don’t want to scare him off from achieving his dreams, but I can’t also risk the possibility of him having the same experience as my sister.”

What the fuck?

Merely processing the things he was hearing already required so much from the young man. He could not bear to disturb the conversation between the two ladies, lest there are still some things he should hear.

“So you set high expectations for him?”

“It was the only way I thought of.”

“Have you ever considered the thought that you yourself may actually be ruining his dreams for him?”

“What?” Ei turned her gaze to Scaramouche for a moment, allowing her to once again notice the state that her son was in. Trembling hands clenched into fists, focused yet glossy eyes, and brows furrowed — she couldn’t tell if they were out of fury or confusion. Perhaps it was both.

“You are making your son hate that dream of his that you sought to protect with the way you are treating him, Ei.” Yae walked towards the young man and lightly tapped his shoulder. “What this kid wants is to have fun playing, not play under constant expectations and strictness from his mother.”

Scaramouche looked up at her, who only smiled at him in return. “Isn’t that right, Kunikuzushi?”

He turned his face away from her and immediately swatted her hand from his shoulder. “What would you know about what I want?”

“Oh? But was I wrong?” She grinned. “No response? I must’ve been right then.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re just salty I’m right.”

“I am not?” The guy scowled. “Stop making things up you annoying hag —“

“Uh, excuse me?! What hag?!”

A certain purple-haired woman remained all throughout the banter between her son and her friend. When was the last time her son spoke to her without reservations like that? No, when was the last time they even had a proper conversation, one where he isn’t replying with words not even amounting to a handful?

“Ei, I want to ask you something.” A voice brought her out of her trance. “How do the other players on your team look whenever they practice and play?”

“Tired.” Ei described exactly how the boys on the team looked whenever they were on the field. Their whole beings drenched in sweat, their limbs trembling, their breaths hurried.

But despite everything, she remembered that they were having fun.

“But were they having fun?”

“They were.”

“And how does your own son look whenever he’s on the field?”

For the first time that night, absolute silence reigned over their abode’s front yard.

“See?” The pink-haired woman smiled. “Don’t you want Kunikuzushi to have the same experience as everybody else on your team?”

For the first time, Scaramouche heard the two words he thought he would never ever hear coming out from his mother’s mouth.

“I’m sorry.”

KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau

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[kissme-hs]

Oooo what about a request where Chris and Reader are on their honeymoon? All the smut and the fluff 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Omg yes!! Using the gif I just saw on my page :,)

Feedback and requests are appreciated. Feel free to reblog <3

Fem!Reader x Chris

*Smut warning ;)*

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The idea of loving someone never felt something you’d put your time into, and there’s no one to blame for it. You’ve always tried having a relationship but it never worked out. Giving up hope to find love and settle down with the one you carried on your life. The years were lonely until that one year which changed your life.The year universe stumbled you upon someone you never could’ve imagined giving you so much love that made your heart ache. Someone who always put your happiness before them. Someone who promised to hold your hand and never stepped back from their words.

For a lady, one of her biggest dream is to find a person who’d love her the most. Whom she can settle down with, get married to and start a family. Chris brought all the happiness in your life. He made sure you go to bed with a smile on your face and wake up with one.

Chris himself never had a good luck finding love. All his relationships where he saw himself growing old with the lady came crashing leaving him bruised and vulnerable. Sometimes the strongest of all need a shoulder to cry on. And when he gave up his hope—came you. Laughing and giggling. Filling up his life of frowns again with the wave of joy. And the moment he kissed you for the first time was the hour or realisation for Chris, how he never felt this strong feeling for someone before. He knew he had to marry you.

—

“Hey! Good morning honey”

Chris’s deep morning voice echoed the tiny world of yours stirring you up from your sleep. He tried being as soft as he could, as if he was forgetting that he meant to wake you up. One hand over your head laying straight while other on your belly, he stared at the lying woman in from on him. Hair all over the pillow, one shoulder of the t-shirt you stole from him and slipped on the night before now dangling down revealing your supple skin.

You were so imperfectly perfect he, it was hard for him to belive. How you just laid there resting peacefully with breath you took reminding him of how beautiful life is. His eyes glistening with pure affection as his heart swell with the feeling people call Love.

“Well good morning to you too husband, hard for you to be only one awake in the morning eh?”

You laughed rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. He laughed shaking his leaning closed to place a chaste kiss on your cheek shining diamond resting upon your ring finger caught his attention. The band was not just a piece of metal with a million dollar worth diamond but it was a bond of two souls. It was the promise he made to keep you safe. It was his promise of forever unconditional love to you.

Bringing your hand up to his lips he loves a soft kiss making your head turn. You knew how emotional and expressive Chris was. And you were also aware of the fact that your wedding unleashed a new sense of emotion for him. Tears brimmed up his eyes as you cupped his cheek turning on your side so you were directly facing him. Taking in the feeling of the soft skin of your palm on his bearded cheek, he turn his head pecking your hand.

“I’m so grateful for the life I’m living right now my love. So grateful. I can never be thankful enough for you.”

He whispered opening his eyes. The sun peeking through the windows of Italian villa you rented for your honeymoon, glorified his face. And those blue eyes you fell in love with shined with nothing but utter admiration he had for you.

The man looked soft, his 39 year self was lost amongt the teenager who looked for love and finally found it. His eyes were subtle and so was his breath. His lips waited for you to make a move and seal the morning with the kiss of life. And so you did. Raising yourself on elbow you held his face with your other hand, before attaching to your lips with his awaited ones.

There was not aggression, but passion and hunger. You straddled his lap keeping your mouth on his letting your tongue go on a stroll and explore his mouth. His wet tongue slipped in your mouth as he caught your lower lip between his teeth and pulled on them with the slightest tug. His once clam breath now took a turn and changed into soft groans and heavy breaths.

With one swift motion he wrapped his arm around your waist laying you down on your back and getting on top of you. With his now boner poking your lace panties you put on the night before thinking something sexy would happen only to go unnoticed because of how tired you both were now caught his eyes. Those blue soft eyes weren’t soft anymore, they were dilated filled with hunger.

“Gosh baby, look at that pretty thing you’ve got on” he groaned lowering himself on your belly kissing your skin through the fabric. He wasn’t gentle anymore. Chris knew when to be gentle and when to not. The lovemaking face of the honeymoon was finished few days ago when you asked him to fuck you rough—mercilessly.

“Smell so good doll. So fucking good.” He moaned sniffing your lace covered core as he threw his legs over his shoulder. His eyes never leaving your face as you plopped your on your elbows maintaining the eye contact knowing how much he enjoys seeing your body come crashing down with the pleasure only he is allowed to give you.

“Don’t tease husband.” You said biting your lip as a heavy breaths go out nose. The eagerness made Chris chuckle like a bastard as he pushed the panties aside exposing your slick—wet skin to the cold air. A shiver ran down your spine because of the sudden exposure to air but Chris quickly made up for it but licking a long stride over your heat. The feeling of his tongue making continuous small licks made your body shudder as your grabbed his fluffy bead hair.

The tight grip caused Chris to groan in a painful satisfying.

He sucked and slurped the juices of your core feasting like a hungry man who’s been thirsty for years. He rested his cheek on your left thigh—his mouth never leaving your sensitive area as he instered one finger in your opening, his other hand holding down on your belly massaging your tits here and there.

“Oh just right there baby, hmm add one more please” you mewled out of pleasure thrusting your hips further in his face. A deep laugh rumbled through his chest at your impatient self. And he didn’t need to be told twice. His closed eyes savoured your tastes as he added one more finger inside you stretching your walls deliciously. His now hard rock dick twitched with the feeling of your tight walls clean hung around his fingers leaving him to imagine how good they’re take his dick in.

“You gunna come for me yeah? Going to cum for your husband my doll? Gunna let me taste your sweetness?” He asked in his Boston accent bringing you to the edge as he pumped his fingers inside of you as he would do with his dick. He lifted his face to look at your scrunched features. Eyes closed, lips shaped “o”, hands over his kneading the breasts?—he swore he could’ve come just by looking at you but with the twisting coil in your belly you pushed his head down on your pussy again. He knew you were close, with you constantly closing your thigh and clenching your walls. Chris didn’t stop licking you. He wanted to savour as much as he could and not later than that you felt the wave hitting you as you let go of your self Cuming warmly on his spread out tongue.

Without waiting further Chris licked you clean making sure to take in every drop as if it was too precious to be wasted. After cleaning you up he pressed a last soft kiss on your clit and laid on top of you not caring if he was almost, almost crushing you. Raising one hand to rest on the back of his head you closed your eyes catching your breath as he did the same. Staying like that for a few minutes were too soothing. The room indeed smelled like sex and it only made him hard again.

“On your back now mister” you giggled flipping open and straddling his waist as you got rid of the t-shirt you had one.

“I love you goddamn”

“I love you too Chris” with a whisper went another round of pure filth.

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Hope you liked it!

[reidamancy]

a little different || bau

summary: You are on your way to meet the BAU, who are just... a little different than what you’re used to. (reader & bau)

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1k

a/n: hi guys!!! sorry i haven’t posted in forever!!! school has just been so busy :P anyways, this is ‘a little different’ (haha!) from what i usually write, but i hope you enjoy this short and sweet little fic! plz be kind i’m nervous >.<

MASTERLIST

The sun shined softly through the crisp, white curtains, signaling the start of a new day. Birds chirped happily outside the window; and the house was an eery quiet; maybe today could be a good day after all. 

I let out a sigh and got up, passing the mirror on the way to the bathroom. My long, golden locks cascaded perfectly down my back even though I just woke up. I’m just that perfect. My blue/green/gray orbs stared back at me in the mirror. I let out a sigh and put my hair into a messy bun; I could not deal with it today. 

As I was getting ready, I heard my mom yell, “Y/N!! Get down here NOW!”

Ugh, I hated her.

I made my way downstairs to see what she wanted, but there was a man standing in our kitchen. 

“Um, who is this?” I asked.

“He is your new owner.” My mom replied. 

“Owner?!”

He stepped forward and introduced himself, “Aaron Hotchner, FBI.” He extended his hand for a handshake but I looked at it with disgust.

My mom scowled at me, “Be nice to Agent Hotchner, Y/N, I just sold you to the BAU.”

“You sold me?!”

“Uh, yeah, I just said that.” She waved her hand, “Take her out of my sight.”

Agent Hotchner nodded and said, “Follow me,” as he passed by me.

Wow, I could not believe this.

He led me to his car and told me he was going to introduce me to the rest of the BAU. 

“What is a BAU?” I asked.

“The Behavioral Analysis Unit. Your new owners.”

I scoffed.

“Just so you know, we are... a little different. But we own you now so there’s no escape from us.”

I rolled my eyes, and plugged my earbuds into my iPod and looked out the window the rest of the ride.

When we arrived at the FBI building, I followed Agent Hotchner to a small room with six other people sitting at a table. Their eyes followed me as I slowly sat down in the empty seat.

“Y/N, meet the BAU.” Agent Hotchner said. “This is Rossi,” he gestured towards an older Italian man.

“I have the money and power to kill you and make it look like an accident. But I won’t, even though I should, because it won’t be good for the plot.” Rossi said.

That’s a bit weird, but I’m just gonna go along with it.

“He’s a mafia boss,” Agent Hotchner clarified.

Rossi nodded, “And I’ve infiltrated the FBI, which means all these agents,” he gestured around, “work for me.”

“Okay then.” I nodded, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“And this,” Hotch moved on, “is Agent Morgan. He’s supernatural.”

“...What do you mean supernatural?” I asked.

Morgan leaned forward and slyly said, “You know, vampire. Werewolf. Ghost. Fairy. Warlock. All of the above.”

“Wow. That’s hot.” I said. Omg, did I say that out loud?!

He smirked at me, and I knew that even though he was much more powerful than me and could probably kill me, that didn’t stop my heart from fluttering when he looked at me. I could feel this weird supernatural bond with him, and I had this trust in him, that he would never hurt me, even if it’s in his nature to. But in the end, he’d probably turn me into whatever creature he is so we can live peacefully together forever. But I swear, we could be happy as human and supernatural <3

Agent Hotchner then pointed to the woman sitting next to Morgan. “This is Agent Prentiss.”

She frowned at me, and I rolled my eyes back at her. It was obvious she hated me but she was so hot. The tension between us was so thick and we couldn’t stand to be in the same room together. Maybe there will be an incident one day where we reveal the most vulnerable parts of ourselves and she will be the only one I come to trust </3 I knew in time she would warm up to me and even though she hates me right now, perhaps later we will be... lovers?

“Next to her is JJ,” Hotch announced.

A blonde woman came over and hugged me, “Hi, sweetie, I’m your mom!”

“Um, no you’re not.” I said. My mom literally sold me to her.

“In an alternate universe I am, silly!” She booped my nose.

An awkward silence filled the air.

“You know, in another alternate universe you could have been sold to, I don’t know, One Direction or something.” JJ laughed.

I laughed with her. Wow, she’s so crazy.

Hotch cleared his throat. “And this, is-” I turned to where he was pointing and gasped.

“Spencer?!”

“Y/N, hi.” He quietly said.

I walked over and gave my childhood friend a hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I exclaimed. After giving him a tight squeeze, I released him, only to see his cheeks tinged a bright pink. He only blushed like that when he had a crush. Could we become childhood friends... to lovers?

“And lastly,” Hotch said. “This is Penelope Garcia, your-”

“Soulmate!” She finished for him. “See our matching tattoos! And I can hear your thoughts! And you can hear mine! And if we write on our skin, the other person can see it! And we can feel each other’s pain! Isn’t that so cool!”

Yeah!! I thought.

“I know right!!” She responded out loud.

Omg she really is my soulmate.

I smiled at her and gave her a hug.

Most people would probably think it’s really weird to be sitting at a table with a mafia boss, a werewolf/vampire/whatever, an enemy, a childhood friend, a mom from an alternate universe, and soulmate, but I am NOT like other girls so I was completely okay with it. I’m also okay with the fact that my actual mom sold me to the FBI. Because I hate her.

I looked up at Hotch. “So what are you?”

"Me? I’m just your normal FBI boss. And we’ve got a case.”

“A case?? I’m not trained for the FBI!”

“You will be. Wheels up in 30.”

...

APRIL FOOL’S!!

haha, if you couldn’t tell by now, this entire “fic” was my little april fool’s joke :’) i tried to squeeze every wattpad trope in to this monstrosity of a fanfiction and i wish i could say i hated writing it but it was honestly pretty funny... even tho it’s so, so painful to read. anyways, sorry if you were expecting an actual fic, i am trying my best to work on my wips but until then check out my masterlist (with writing that is much better than this)! <3

[stopeatingwhales]

just friends x damon albarn

omg this is my first anon request! i really really REALLY loved this one, so thank you to the person who requested it! x

Paring: parklife damon x reader 

Warnings: nothing at all :)

Word count: 2.221

Requested by anon <3

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There’s this whole illusion that working as a manager for a band is the greatest thing ever. Yes, it does have its perks like living on the road for a few months, travelling the world - although that gets extremely exhausting, and not only for me, but for everyone - but it's filled up to the brim with shelves of endless paperwork and countless meetings everyday. Not just that, but having to go to band recordings at least 2 times a week. I did enjoy them, but when your only power source is 3 cups of coffee and a chocolate bar, things start to get tiring. Evidently, being so worked up and stressed out, I had always pondered why out of all career choices, I had picked this specific one. The fantasy of working for a band and having power to be the decision-maker for most things had gotten to me; doesn’t everyone crave at least some sort of power in their lives?  

I was working for a band called Blur. I first started working for them early last year, a couple months before their release of their effortlessly amazing album Modern Life Is Rubbish. They decided to drop their old label, along with their previous manager, saying they were too ‘controlling’ and that they wanted to create a sound which pitched more into them as people. The band consisted of Damon Albarn, the gorgeous front-man, Graham Coxon, the man with immaculate skill on guitar, Alex James, the very tall and lovely bass player, and Dave Rowntree, the multi-talented drummer. This band had more to it than writing meaningful songs and catchy melodies. They meant something to me. 

Over the year and a half we’ve been co-workers, I have managed to establish a very close connection with the four boys. They understood my situation, having to always be present, even at times when I’m aching for a break, a holiday, a layoff. One of the reasons I held onto my job so dearly was because of them. There were times where I had been interrupted pouring my heart and soul with tears on my office floor, interrupted by them. They were all supportive; I had been through hell with bad, toxic relationships, my heart continuously feeling lonely and contaminated with the workloads I was given every dying hour. I was able to talk to them about it all, I was able to trust them at times when I felt that no one was there. Especially Damon. 

Out of all of the guys, I was closest to Damon. I wondered whether it was because we related a lot, us both having our mental struggles, but were able to try and find the good in things - attempting to enjoy our late nights as a group, or solo. Sometimes after performances, he would scan the room, a towel lousily gripped in his right hand, the other playing with the broad belt circling his jeans. His eyes would land immediately on mine, catching my lips, rounded in a small smile, my hands tied together in a grasp, preparing myself to softly clap at him for his usual exquisite performance. His eyes would squint at me, his nose scrunched up to the bridge of his perfected nose, his reciprocated beam casually showing some of his front teeth as he bit his lip in consumption, and anticipation for the night ahead of him - with me. 

A while back, I had to attend a photoshoot the boys were doing for a magazine cover. Rolling Stone maybe? I can’t recall. However, I remember my eyes never managing to leave Damon. His foolproof self never failed to bewilder me. His excellent jawline, the way his eyes shone a deadly stare at the camera, making anyone, even the photographer, blush at his inborn beauty. Graham noticed me, but I never shifted my stare, only when Damon made eye contact with me after due to Graham’s nudge, in which I glared at the ground in enmity - my ears perking out, hearing all the small giggles and small remarks at how I’m checking him out. 

“Aw, look at her, she’s gone red,” Alex teased, I felt the eyes of them all carving words on my body.

“Stop guys, just drop it,” Damon answered sternly, defending me. The boys rolled their eyes as they continued doing some more shoots, occasionally switching positions. 

His bandmates always speculated there was something going on between us, whether it be that we’re friends-with-benefits or we’re secretly dating from fear of paparazzi. Regardless, we always denied their child-like theories. We were just friends. Even if I thought time and time again that this isn’t how friends act, we were just friends. 

It reminded me of a vivid memory: the second pit stop on the journey to France on the Parklife tour. It was around 5 in the morning, we were all awake - due to our excessive drinking and non-stop chattering all night - and the guys were desperate to get out for some fresh air. Unless you were Alex, who had to throw up around two to three times because of the exceptional amounts of whiskey he downed during a game of truth or dare. Me and Damon were the only ones who hadn’t exited the bus, my drowsy eyes and limp body were giving me more pointers to relax and sleep on the sofa rather than let my stomach give out and be sick like Alex was. 

Damon was in the bathroom as I was trying to adjust my leg positioning on the small sofa fixated in the middle of the bus. I stared up to the ceiling, a dozen hazy thoughts flooding my mind every second. Hearing the sound of the door unlock, the bathroom door to be exact, rang through my ears as the small thuds of Damon’s feet pattered by - getting louder and louder due to him approaching tonight’s sleeping spot. The rough, worn down sofa. 

“You alright?” his raspy voice asked, causing a tired smile to curve onto my lip. I loved hearing his voice hoarse and gravelly, whether it being from the early mornings we had to get up to do sound checks at an arena, or after he had drunk too many shots like the rest of us, it always intoxicated my ear drums. It’s like when you try a sweet that your friend gave to you for the first time because she had a brimmed bag of them, and the taste so sweet but sour it coated your tongue so scornfully, you begged and craved for more.

“Yeah, just tired perhaps,” I stretched, shifting my gaze from the ceiling to Damon, standing there as if a war was going on inside his head. “Are you alright, Damon?”

Snapping out of his thoughts, he blinked a few times, scratching his head roughly. “Yeah… Do you want to bunk with me tonight? You having to always sleep on the couch is kind of… Shitty,” he stammered, not knowing where to put his hands.

I sat up on the couch, my hands tied to either side of my body. The same, drained beam was splattered on my face, nodding slowly. “I would love that,” I stated, watching him reciprocate my smile onto his adorning features. “You’re going to have to help me up there though, I feel like I’m about to drop,” 

He laughed lightly, grabbing my arm and lifting me up from the settee. Guiding me to his bunk, I leaned on his body, my own being too exhausted to cooperate with me at this time. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he said, carrying my body to the bunk. As I laid in the bed, I inhaled the smell. The bed smelt of him. It had an aroma of worn down cologne, hooked with a scent of red wine - he carried a flavor that any woman would cling onto his arms and never let go. Watching him climb into the bed with me, was all a dream come true. 

~~~

We were currently in a recording session; Graham had mentioned that there was this new melody he had created, and wanted to show the rest of the band, hoping they’d find ways to add it into a new song of some sort. I was sitting at the back, by the exit door on the scruffy red couch, staring at the producer talking to Alex as he began to play a bassline he had formed on the spot. It had potential, the whole song did. The way that after a mere show of Graham’s guitar abilities, they were able to brainstorm ideas for a brand-new track on an album that hadn’t been created yet. Damon had some old lyrics written down from when he was on the road on their previous tour, so he had decided to use them on this event. Everything pieced together gracefully, my admiration for the entire band as a whole seemed to grow every single time I was able to peacefully watch them create another one of their artworks. 

“All right, Damon are you ready to record some vocals?” The producer asked, turning around in his swivel chair to make eye contact with Damon. He nodded, firmly grabbing onto his lyric sheet, licking his lips in anticipation as he stepped into the second room. 

As Alex left the other room, he came and took a seat next to me. Graham was talking to Dave, thinking of things they could include into the melody. I stretched my arms out dearly, avoiding hitting Alex, who was staring at me. I smiled at him, trying to initiate a conversation. “Good bassline you got there,” 

He chuckled nonchalantly, “That’s what I do,” 

Rolling my eyes at his sly remark, we began talking about the apprehension for a new album this year. “After this, we’ll all be inspired to write more stuff, so we’re bound to create a new album, even if we literally just got off tour,” he chirped as I nodded my head slowly, the sounds of Damon’s voice deafening me in the most alluring ways.

“He’s looking at you,” Alex added, nudging my arm, detaching me from my stance.

Confused, I swiftly turned my head to look at Damon, catching his eyes in mine. Even though he was far, three or four metres away perhaps, I was still able to study his wondrous, captivating blue orbs that I had grown so deeply mesmerised of. I began blushing lightly, feeling the throb of the blood rushing to my cheeks, as I bit my lip and looked down - once again. 

“Perfect, Damon, thanks for that,” the producer said, signalling for Damon to exit the room. He smiled and nodded, briskly walking out of the room. He grabbed his water bottle placed on an unused amp, taking a couple gulps from it before welcoming the repetitive comments. 

“Come on mate, if you’re gonna at least try and hide the fact you like Y/n, you should at least stare at times where we’re all looking at you,” Alex teased, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “And don’t try to deny you like her, when it’s so fucking obvious, mate,” 

“I mean he did sa-” Graham began, but instantly cut himself off as the realisation washed over him about what he was about to say. My eyes widened at his comment, almost immediately turning to look over to him, Graham, who was avoiding his eyes at me. 

“Seriously Graham?” I heard Dave mumble, my stare too consumed by the tiny rips on the couch arm. 

“I’m gonna go... To the toilet,” I lied, my mind overwhelmed over the situation. What was Graham going to say?

Countless things and speculations raced my mind as I stood outside the studio door, my head beginning to hurt as the situation replayed in my head. I leant against the cold wall, shutting my eyes in an attempt to recollect myself. It didn’t mean anything right? 

As if on cue however, the door opened, a gush of air brushing past me. Opening my eyes, I was welcomed to the sight of Damon, anxiously standing in front of me. “There’s something I need to tell you, but you can’t get angry and leave after I say it, okay?” he rushed, walking away from the door and to the wall beside me. Nodding, I chewed on my top lip, fear painting my face all over. “I… I love you, Y/n, and I have for, god knows how long.”

Once those words escaped his mouth, I felt my heart drop. After the continuous ‘we’re just friends’ speeches, I realise it was all false. I knew the way we acted towards each other was more than friends. More than best friends. We both liked each other, for a really long fucking time. 

“Thank fuck,” I answered, grabbing his neck and kissing him. His lips tasted sweet, the softness of his mouth due to the lip balm he had put on at the start of the session made me want to fasten my lips around his mouth and put the world on hold. I wanted to stay like this, forever.

Pulling away, our previous frowns had formed into smiles. I smiled so wide my face began to hurt, my heart feeling like it exploded after hitting the ground, like a firework on new years eve. “I love you too,”

[dirt-cup-draco]

Sirius x Reader - New Life

Helloooo!! Could I ask for a Sirius black imagine where the reader subconsciously helps him renovating his family's old house little by little just because of her presence and turns it into a place with a whole new meaning for him so it's no longer the awful place he grew up in but a place where he can actually be happy??? P.S. I think I'm falling for ur blog omg

A/n: And I’m falling for YOU anon <3 

Opening your eyes, you were met with dust fairies floating in the sunlight. Taking in a deep breath you were hoping to feel refreshed but it left a sour taste in your mouth and your throat turned dry. Coughing gently, you turned to face Sirius who was still resting peacefully in your shared bed. 

Having him back had been a dream. Well, sort of. The portrait of Walburga never stopped shrieking it seemed and you were quite the topic of conflict as she ranted of your blood status, that sneaky house elf Kreacher deeming it her business. She was a picture for Merlin’s sake! You suppose he was to be pitied, she was the last Black he felt any sort of loyalty towards. Sirius and Kreacher abhorred one another and it was just another thing that made Grimmauld Place so dismal. 

With a quick kiss to the cheek, Sirius mumbling in an attempt to rouse himself, you were rolling out of bed and getting ready for the day. Your donned your overalls and fixed your hair back in a tight bun. You would be having guests in the near future and you wanted it to be a place where the darkness of the world didn’t seem so loud. 

“I’ve made lunch!” Sirius called from downstairs, sighing when he realized there was no chance you heard him. He set your sandwich on the scuffed and scratched table that took up much of the room within his kitchen, and started his ascent. 

Sirius found himself hesitating to walk down the hallway. Opening the doors of his house seemed like a worse idea every day. He spent so long blocking this place out of his memories, as he had attempted to do with his family as well. It was better to forget they had never existed, even if it was an impossible feat. Whether Sirius wanted it or not, they had stained him forever and refused to be forgotten, even in death. 

“Y/N!” He tried again, more impatient. Rolling his eyes he forced himself to follow the sound of your humming in accompaniment to the radio you had set up in the room he feared entering the most.  “Come on out it’s lunch,” He requested. 

A moment later, you popped your head out of the doorway, a bright and brilliant smile adorning your features. Some of his uneasiness faded at the sight. You were his beacon of light in this damned place. 

“Ah, just the man I wanted to see,” You winked. “Come in! I want you to see it,” 

He grimaced. “Love, I’m starving. I’ll come look at it later, okay? Besides, it’s been hours and I am positive you’re going to need more today than a cup of coffee,” 

Frowning, you stuck your head further out of the doorway. It would have been far more sinister if you didn’t have paint freckling your arms and hands, a smear of it across your cheek. “It’ll just be a moment! Please, Sirius? I’ve worked really hard,” You stuck out your bottom lip to pout, wanting the man you love approve of the work you were doing. 

Taking a deep breath he grumbled a few curses but then he was taking one step forward and you were extending your hand to him. He took it to help give him some bravery. It was so hard to pretend around you and he didn’t want you to see him getting upset over something as insignificant as a house he hadn’t revisited since he was sixteen. 

He let his eyes fall closed, trusting you to lead him around the ladder you had asked to borrow him some days ago and the inevitable bucket of paint you had Molly bring you earlier that week. 

His heart was rattling in his chest but he relaxed feeling you squeeze his hand, pressing yourself against his side in comfort. “I don’t mean to be pushy-” You started but Sirius shook his head, interrupting before you could finish your thought.

“You’re not, I want to see,” He hoped he was convincing. 

Yet, when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that you had turned him speechless. The walls were a delicate color, somewhere between baby blue and gray, infinitely soothing. His old iron bed frame looked artful instead of cold with the addition of some new, plush bedding that complimented the room ingeniously. He was growing choked up as he spotted pictures of himself from when he was too young to know the pain of the world, too young to recognize his parents weren’t the heroes he wanted them to be. Where had you found those? 

“Darling...” He found it difficult to find his voice.

“Do you not like it? I was wondering what sort of paint to use... I thought it might lighten up the place. We don’t have to use it everywhere! I should have started in another room! I’m so sorry-” 

“Oh hush,” Sirius commanded, twirling you against him and pressing his lips against yours in reassurance that everything you had done was absolutely, irrevocably, perfect. You smiled against his lips, stroking his cheek absentmindedly. 

“So you like it?” 

“I love it,” He said honestly. “You make this cursed place feel like home. In just a few days you’ve banished my old bedroom of every demon I thought I had escaped when I ran away. You are wonderful, do you know that?” 

You couldn’t help the satisfactory grin that took over your features. “It’s just what I do,” You shrugged but he saw the watery glint in your eyes that showed him his words had more impact than you’d admit. 

It was what you did, however. Sirius knew you were a talented woman with the biggest heart of anyone he’d ever met. You had pulled him from the darkest waters of his life and you had stuck by his side. When he had gotten put away for seemingly the rest of his life, you had still believed in his innocence. When he had escaped and had to hide, you had offered to hide with him regardless of the life you had been trying to live since losing him. 

You were the light in the dark, the offer of a new and brighter future. Sirius looked around his old bedroom brought to life with your loving touch. “Lunch time,” Sirius declared as you both had fallen into contemplative silence. There was much to be said that couldn’t be, no matter how many words there might be in the world. 

Sirius left his childhood bedroom feeling lighter. He had hopes that with your help, this could be a home.

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[aleksadnezz]

Sweet Night 3

Jae x Reader

I was sleeping peacefully when I heard a very loud knock on my door. I opened my lamp beside my bed and reached out my phone. It’s freaking 4am. I stood up and slipped on my slides. I heard another knock after another and another and another until I opened the door. I didn’t wait for my eyes to adjust because I already know who it is.

“What the fuck do you want?” I asked and rub my eyes.

“Good morning!”

"It’s fucking 4am.”

“That’s why I said good morning and not good afternoon.” I rolled my eyes. “You know it’s been a while..”

“Just say it.” I cut her off.

“Can you take care of my cat for a month?” She pointed the cage with a cat inside. I looked at her and she’s giving me a pleading eyes for me to say yes. Duh as if.

"Why"

“I have a business trip”

“When are you going to come back?” I asked. Her pout became a big smile.

“I don’t know yet, but it will be around July and august.”

“That sounds more than a month.” I put my other hand on my waist.

“Come on!! for me? For the nicest cousin you ever have.” She pouted again. This girl really think she’s cute when doing that.

“If it’s for your cat then I’ll be more than willing.” I smirked.

“Please.. for my cat.” I laughed. “Happy?” She asked and I nodded. Lucky her we’re allowed to have a pet inside our apartments cuz to sum it’s prohibited.

“Take care of my cat, okay? She eats 3 times a day, don’t missed one meal because I will definitely hire someone to pinch you.”

“You can hire someone to pinch me but can’t hire someone to take care of your cat?”

“Isn’t 4am? Where does all your sassy ass come from?” From you. My cousin Ashley is 3 years older than me but act as a 15-year-old school girl. I still have no idea why we’re the closest cousins. Prolly because we like to tease each other. I looked up to her and see her as a big sister even though she acts like that. She lives on the other city, close to mine and this girl don’t bother to see me. I mean I don’t bother to see her too so, I guess we’re even.

“Anyway, you can bath her twice a week or once a week, just make sure she’s clean. I have everything that she needs here in this bag.” She hands me a bag that looks like a bag for babies. This girl is so extra. I feel like I’m actually babysitting a kid.

“What if she ran out of cat food?” I asked her. I’m not going to buy a cat food using my money plus her cat might only eat those food in a can.

“Here.” She hand me a small envelope and it’s thick. Looks like her cat’s getting a one-year supply.

“Labor.” I transfer the envelope to my other hand and raised the other.

“It’s included already.” She slaps my hand down. “But if the money is not enough just call me.” I smile at her.

“I have to go, my flights at 6 and I still need to finish packing. Take care of my cat okay.” I nodded. “Anyway, I missed you.” She hugged me. She should have said that before I opened the door earlier. I hugged her back.

“I miss you too, you never visit me.”

“Sorry I got busy these days, but I will totally make it up after this trip.” She let go off me.

“Your treat?” I smiled and I saw her shakes her head. “Come on!”

“Fine.. so I have to go now, take care!” She walked away but then looked back just to send a flying kiss and I mouthed ‘Ew’ she laughed. I raised my hand and waved goodbye which she did the same.

I closed the door and locked it. I was standing for a minute trying to figure out what I’m missing. I feel like I forgot something. I heard a noise from outside my room. Shit. The cat. I left the cat outside. Damn I’m already failing as a catsitter. I quickly opened my door and before I even crouch down to pick up the cage the door in front of me suddenly opens

I saw him in come out his room while he rubs his eyes. He prolly woke up because of the whining of this cat.

“I’m sorry did you woke up because of?” I pointed the cat.

“A little.. you got a cat!?” His sleepy eyes became bigger. I think he’s now more awake.

“No, it’s my cousin’s, she asked me to take care of it.” I explained. He crouched down see the cat, he looked at it as if it’s his first time to saw a cat.

“So, you like cats?” I asked. He nodded not giving me a glance.

“Yeah. I think they’re so adorable.”

“Why don’t you get one?”

“I’d love to but sadly, I have allergies.”

“Omg I didn’t know. I’ll take her insider.” I grab the cage. He stood up. “Sorry.” I added.

“It’s okay. I’ve been exposed to cats before, nothing bad happened when I take antihistamine.”

“Do you have sum?” He nodded. “Take them right away. Okay? I’m sorry again if you woke up because of this.” This is all the cat’s fault; I’m not taking any responsibility if something happened to him. I mean the cat is cute, I’m not just a fan of animals but I don’t hate them either.

“I will. One last thing..” I looked at him waiting for him to continue. “Can I pet her?” I gave him a ‘are you serious?’ look.

“Promise I’ll take the med after this.” I put down the cage and took the cat out. Luckily, Ashley’s cat not that aggressive. I’ve seen this cat before in Ashley’s old apartment and she’s still this calm when the first time that I pet her. I hold the cat near to him but he never gets it in my hands, he only pets it while it’s in my hand. He strokes the fur repeatedly. Seems the cat liking it cuz she becoming heavier.

I was surprised when I felt a huge hand under my mine, trying to help me carry the weight of the cat. His hand feels warm and feels comforting too. Like when you held your hands, you’ll feel safe. Alright where does that come from.

“What’s her name?” I came back to my senses when he spoke.

“Uhh.. her name is Minnie.”

“Minnie.. that’s cute.”

“Yeah, I though so. My cousin liked to watch mickey mouse when we were kids and her cat is a female so..” Funny how Ashley named her cat to Minnie which is is a mouse and cat hate mouse. Very cute.

We both looked when we heard a sound of door opened. It was our neighbor that looks like she’s in her mid-40’s. I’ve seen her before but we never really talk, we just usually smile when we see each other. She looked at us and smiled.

“Early errands.” She spoke. We nodded. She looked down to the cat that we’re holding “You guys have a cat?”

“Ah- no. it’s not mine.” I said.

“Oh it’s your boyfriend’s? That’s so cute.” I mouth hangs open from what she said. Where does that comes from? We don’t even look like friends. I looked at our positions. Jae and I were like 8 inches away from each other, his right on the cat’s and his other hand on mine. Okay woman I understand you now but I need to clarify sumthin here.

"Actually he’s not m-“ She cut me off before I even explain.

“See you guys later. I have to go now.” She waved she hands and left.

Woah. She never let me explain. Also why am I the only one who was trying to defend my reputation here? I looked up to him and saw him trying to contain his laugh. This guy.

“Uh you didn’t even try to do sumthin.” I reminded him. He removed his hands from mine and let me hold the cat properly.

“I thought you can do it alone.”

“Well obviously she didn’t let me speak.” He laughed. I hold the cat to my arm and slapped his arms.

“It’s 4am, you laugh is so loud.” He stops but still trying to contain his laugh. His laugh is not even a laugh. It’s like ‘skhhhhskhshsshs’ instead of ‘hahahahahaha’ He’s a different breed.

“Sorry I just achoo-“ I quickly turned around. He just sneezed. A very loud one. And another one. And another one.

“Geeze, you really need to take a med sir.” I saw him rub his nose.

“This is your fault.” I looked at him raising my eyebrow. “For bringing such a cute cat.” I watched him walked to his door.

“You can have it.” I pretend to hand the cat to him and before he could aim to reach it from me, I shoved away his hand and he laughed.

“For real take your med.” I warned him. I’m not concerned, I just don’t want to him to be an addition to my responsibility. Okay maybe I’m concerned a little.

“Okay mam.” He raised both of his hands. I drag the cage inside my apartment.

“Sorry again, I guess see you around?” I mean he lived across so there’s possibilities that I will be seeing him again. Gosh why I sound so defensive.

“It’s okay. See you and I’ll see you too Minnie! Bye” He waved. I took Minnie’s paw make it waved to him back. He smiled widely that I can’t barely see his eyes. I smiled back and slowly closed the door.

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[watchmegetobsessed]

Different - Adam Sackler (pt. 5)

OMG thank you so much for all the kind words and love you’ve showed to this series, you made me so happy! as i said, this story sits close to my heart so i’m very happy that so many of you enjoyed it! this is officially the last part of this series so thank you for reading, but i think i will surely write more about Sackler bc im just OBSESSED with him. so follow me or ask me to put you on my Adam taglist if you’d like to read more from me!

series summary: Hannah lets you move in with her and Adam as you are her second cousin and in need of a place to live. Your relationship with Adam starts rocky, but things soon seem to be taking a turn.

pairing: Adam Sackler x Reader

❗️ WARNING: SMUT!❗️

word count: 5k

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

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If you had to specify the worst period in your life, you’d point to the three months that followed that one hell of a day, without hesitation. You never in your life would have thought you’d end up this hurt, because you somehow always thought you’d have Adam. But you didn’t, because you decided to push him away and even though it broke you in every possible way, you still told yourself it was the right decision to make. The only one you thought you’d made in a while.

He tried to call you hundreds of times for a week after everything that has happened, but you declined all of his calls, and if he left you a voicemail, you just deleted it without even listening, because you knew if you heard his voice that would just make it even harder. You wanted to call him a lot of times, when you were questioning if you’ve made the right decision, your fingers lingered over his contact in your phone several times, but you never called.

For obvious reasons Hannah broke all contact with you and you couldn’t blame her. You deserved everything you got from her and maybe even more. Her words burnt into your mind and you found yourself repeating them in your thoughts quite often, as if your consciousness wanted you to remember how horrible of a person you are. Not that it wasn’t true, to be honest.

It took you three months to somewhat settle down and be able to continue with your everydays after everything that has happened. But it doesn’t mean you forgot any of it. That void Adam left in you was still there, you just learned to ignore it and pretend like you don’t miss him every day of your life.

Tyler quit after the incident with you, being the clever grown man that he is, so at least you had one less thing to worry about. But your days started to blur into one big mess. It took you long to actually try to pull yourself out of this slumber-like state. What really helped you is that you started taking yoga classes. Twice a week you took one hour to yourself, to connect with yourself and do something for your own good.

There’s a juice bar near the studio where you go and you are heading there right now as well, dreaming about a freshly pressed green juice. Walking in you are welcomed by the tiny bells above the door and the sound brings a smile to your face as you stand in line.

When you finally get your juice and pay for it turning around you look for an empty table where you can peacefully read through your emails until you finish your juice, but you stop breathing for a second when your eyes meet a familiar gaze.

“Hannah,” you breathe out as she is looking right back at you from a table in the corner. She has her phone in her hands and a sandwich with a red juice on the table.

“Want to sit?” she offers and for a moment you feel like this is a trap. “Come on, I’m not gonna scream at you I promise,” she chuckles taking her bag away from the empty chair at the table and you take the seat shyly.

“Thank you. I didn’t know you come here.”

“I don’t. I was just in the neighborhood and got hungry,” she shrugs looking down at her half eaten sandwich.

There is a long, awkward silence between the two of you and you have no idea what you should say. The last time you saw her she was basically cursing you out for stealing her boyfriend, but now she seems cool with being around you, which is quite surprising to you.

“So, it’s been long since we last saw each other, huh?”

“Yeah,” you nod, a thousand things on your mind that you want to say, but none of them really comes out. So then you say that one thing that obviously needs to be said. “Hannah, I’m so sorry for everything then went down. I don’t know what has gotten into me, I honestly didn’t want to hurt you, that was never my intention.”

“I know,” she nods with a warm smile and you are more than surprised by her reaction.

“You do?”

“Yeah,” she chuckles. “Look I’m not saying that what you did was right and that I wasn’t supposed to be mad at you, because it was pretty fucked up, I hope you see that. But I lashed out on you a little too hard and not even for the right reason. I mean, when Adam accidentally dropped that you two have kissed, my mind went into chaos pretty fast.”

“That’s the normal reaction to finding out such thing.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t mad because you kissed. I mean, kissing is not even that big of a deal, I have kissed Elijah several times when I was dating other men. Now I know that he is gay, but you get the point, right?”

You just nod, thinking you are following her trail of thoughts though you’re not sure where she is heading with it.

“I was hurt that you two had feelings, I’ll admit that. I wasn’t expecting it to happen, but I’m mature enough to know that it’s not really something you have control over. I mean, I couldn’t control my feelings when Adam and I were just casually sleeping together and I fell for him. I didn’t mean that to happen, but it did!” she chuckles and you crack a smile as well. “Listen,” she sighs laying her hands out on the table. “I’m sorry for calling you disgusting, that was a little… too over the top.”

“Honestly, I think you had every right,” you sigh shaking your head.

“No,” she sighs. “The main reason why I was mad was because… I wasn’t the one who pulled the plug.”

You stare at her for a few moments, confused by what she meant by those words.

“I’m sorry?”

“Yeah, you heard it right. I wanted to be the one to break up with Adam and it bothered me that I ended up being dumped. It hurt my ego, because I was very sure I’d be the one to just end it and walk away like this badass, independent woman, but my breakup plan didn’t go as planned. When I went home that day with the pure intention of breaking up with him we quickly got into a fight and Adam just blurted it out, that he has feelings for you and that you already kissed and he wants to break up, right before I could say it so he took my chance. I didn’t get to be the one who ended it and it bothered me way more than it should have.”

“Hannah…”

“I’m sorry for being a bitch, it was really unnecessary. It still doesn’t change the fact that you fucked my boyfriend,” she adds pointing at you.

“Oh, I didn’t fuck him,” you shyly correct her and genuine surprise shows on her face.

“Really? Because I thought Adam just didn’t want to make me angrier and that’s why he said you just kissed.”

“No. When the kiss happened I felt so ashamed that I told him that nothing can happen until you and him are not officially done. I know it doesn’t make the whole situation better, but I wasn’t gonna be that girl who sleeps with someone else’s boyfriend.”

“Huh,” she huffs to herself, rearranging her whole viewing of what has happened. “Okay, this makes it a little better, still fucked up, but not that much.”

“Good to know. Not that it changes anything, but… yeah.”

“So you really haven’t talked to Adam since then,” she figures from the way you look.

“Did you?”

“I did,” she nods and you raise your eyebrows at her. This conversation is full of surprises. “We met about a month ago at Ray’s birthday. At first we were awkwardly avoiding each other, but then he actually came up to me and apologized.”

“That’s nice.”

“Yeah. Following that, we had a nice talk and I can really tell the guy is suffering.”

“What?” you whisper, feeling your heart immediately breaking.

“He didn’t take it well that you shut him out. And I’m not just saying this because this is what I think. He straight up told me. He told me all about how he hasn’t felt like himself ever since you didn’t let him into your place that night.”

“He told you about that?” you glance away from her. You weren’t expecting her to know so many details.

“Yeah. He really thinks he ruined you.”

“Ruined me?”

“Y/N, Adam is wired differently. He took it like he was to blame for everything and that you blame him for how everything turned out to be.”

“I’m blaming myself, not him.”

“I told him that this is probably what you think, but he would never believe it if it’s not coming from you.”

You sit there in silence, because you don’t know what you could say. You feel horrible knowing Adam has been suffering since your parting, but you still haven’t changed your mind. There’s no way Adam and you could ever make it work between the two of you, you could never do that to Hannah.

“I know what you are thinking,” Hannah speaks up pulling you out of your thoughts. “You’re thinking that you can’t be with Adam because it’s not right.”

“This is the truth. I did enough harm with my stupidity.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you got together with him.” “What?” you look at her with wide eyes. Is this a trap?

“Honestly, I’m over it. Despite everything that happened, I love you and I obviously love Adam in some way and it hurts me to see both of you like this. If it’s my blessing that’s holding you back, you have it.”

“But do you actually mean it?”

“I genuinely do. I’m working on being less selfish, something I’ve been told to be quite a lot lately and I think this is a right step towards that. I don’t really have a real reason to bring up why I shouldn’t let you be happy. It would be an egoistic move from me to watch you both suffer when I could easily help. I was over Adam when it all happened, we distanced way before that, this whole thing hurt me in a different way that has nothing to do with you or him. Would it be strange at first? Of course, but I’ve seen and been through stranger things in my life, so I’m not surprised anymore.”

This conversation has truly taken some surprising turns and you would have never thought that by the end of the day you’d have such a relief on the one thing that’s been weighing down on you for so long.

The two of you stay there in the juice bar for another hour or so, just talking and reconnecting, smoothing everything out that’s been building up in yourself through the months spent apart. She brings you the change you couldn’t give yourself and it finally pushes you out of this hell of a circle you’ve been running in for too long.

It takes you an entire week to build your courage up to face Adam. When you leave to his place that evening you’re not even sure if he still lives there, but you decide to take the chance and if it turns out that he has moved, you’ll take it as a sign that you weren’t supposed to meet him.

As you stand at the door silently, you wonder if he is on the other side. If he looks the same or if something has changed on him. Did he get a haircut? Did he maybe shave? Does he even want to see you? The questions keep flowing in and out of you until you just stop thinking and force yourself to knock on the door.

You hear shuffling from inside and then the door flies open and there he is, standing right in front of you in a pair of dark jeans and grey t-shirt, staring down at you with the most surprised look you’ve ever seen on his handsome face.

“Hey,” you shyly greet him with a small smile.

“Hey. Wha-what are you doing here?”

“I uhh—I wanted to talk to you. Is it not a good time for you?” you ask suddenly feeling like you are bothering him, after all, you just showed up unannounced, he might have plans or company over. Your stomach churns at the thought of the latter.

“No! Come in!” he shakes his head realizing he hasn’t even invited you in. He closes the door behind you and running ahead he collects some abandoned clothes from the floor and couch so you can sit down. You just smile at him as he throws them into his bedroom before joining you.

“So what’s up?”

“I… I met Hannah the other day.”

“Mm,” he hums, curiously waiting for the rest of the story.

“We talked about a lot of things and we kind of reconciled which was very nice and needed. And she told me about things I didn’t know, the reason why she lashed out so hard on me a-and that she met you a while ago.”

“Yeah, we ran into each other at Ray’s birthday,” he nods confirming the information you got from her.

“She said that you didn’t take well what happened… between us.” You glance at him and his gaze is just so intense, it’s making you feel a lot more anxious than you already are.

“I mean… Yeah, I’m not gonna lie, it’s been pretty fucked up for me.”

“I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

“For… making you believe that I was blaming you for everything. It was never true, I blamed myself for what happened. I thought that I failed not just Hannah but you as well and that I deserve to be left alone and suffer the consequences of my own actions.”

“Fuck, Y/N, you know we were in this together, why would you blame it all on yourself?” he sighs, frustrated to find out about your feelings.

“Why would you blame it all on yourself?” you repeat his words, feeling like it’s relevant to ask the same thing from him. “We both made mistakes.”

“Yeah,” he nods pressing his lips together into a thin line.

“I’m sorry for not letting you in that night, but I really thought I don’t deserve the smallest happy thing in my life after hearing Hannah lash out on me.”

“You were really driving me crazy. You didn’t even give me a chance to actually talk to you, just shut me out right away.”

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do to change the past,” you say chuckling lightly. He nods in agreement. “Hannah told me some other things too.”

“Like what?”

“That she doesn’t want either of us to stay miserable and if she is the only person standing between us she is giving us her blessing.”

Adam sucks on his breath as the conversation just took a sudden turn he was hoping to happen, but didn’t think it would really.

“So… What does this mean?” he nervously asks and you find it adorable how this huge man, full of muscle and masculinity can look like the cutest creature on Earth.

“Adam, I’m sorry for the way I reacted back then, but I had a lot of time to think and my conversation with Hannah really put things into their place.”

“Alright,” he nods.

“And I think that… If you still want to, we can… give it a try. Give us a try,” you finally say and you see his eyes brightening up immediately, as the corners of his mouth curl up.

“Is this for real? You’re not just fucking with me, right?” he asks gasping and you can’t help but chuckle at his genuine reaction.

“I’m not fucking with you, Adam,” you say shaking your head.

You watch him let his head fall back as his fits fly into the air.

“Fuck yes!” he happily shouts before quickly bouncing back and cupping your face in his hands he kisses you the way he has imagined so many times since the first time your lips touched.

You let the sensation take over your whole body as your hands grip onto his broad shoulders while his hands slide down to your waist and he gently pulls you until you are sitting on his lap, knees on each sides of his, bodies pressed together.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out, burying his face into your neck as you hold him tight, fingers laced through his hair, just taking the moment in, embracing every emotion as it is, letting them flowing through your body, right into him.

The heat of the moment quickly turns into something sentimental and moving, everything crashing down on you at once and you just let yourself experience it the way it comes to you.

“I really thought I lost you forever,” he mumbles against your skin, placing soft kisses below your skin. “Swear to God if you dare to do it again, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind,” he chuckles making you laugh as well while the damn tears start forming in your eyes again.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out lifting his head and brushing his hair out of his face you just stare into his eyes, those beautiful, hazel eyes you’ve missed so much. “But I’m here now.”

“Yes you are,” he grins before kissing you again.

His lips tug on yours, taking his time with you, while his hands run up and down on your body, exploring every bit of it, but he doesn’t move further. He doesn’t try to take your clothes off or push it and you find it very comforting and securing that he still remembers the things you talked about months ago. But you feel like you are more than comfortable with him to take this next step.

“Adam,” you mumble against his lips, your hands sliding down to his stomach where you grab the hem of his shirt.

“Yeah?”

“You can… You can go for it.”

Stopping he leans back so he can look into your eyes, looking for any sign that tells him he shouldn’t, but you just smile at him shyly.

“Are you sure? Because I’m completely fine with doing nothing, just… lying in bed and being with you.”

“I’m completely sure,” you say pecking his lips shortly. He seems uncertain as you pull his shirt up, but he holds his arms up and lets you undress him, tossing the shirt to the side before laying your palms out on his chest.

Then slowly but surely he gets into action. His hands reach under your thighs and he stands up with you in his arms, carrying you into his bedroom and laying you down to his bed, getting on top of you. His large hands fumble with the small buttons of your shirt, but you reach down to help him and a moment later the shirt is gone and he is pulling your pants down before undoing his own jeans.

You feel secure and comfortable with him, but it’s still a challenging moment regarding of your general anxiety. When he looks down at your body that’s only covered by your lingerie you feel insecure about it and he quickly realizes it.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes out as he gets on top of you, kissing you sweetly. “Fucking gorgeous,” he smiles before kissing every inch of your face, making you giggle.

Your lips reconnect and soon the rest of your clothes are gone, leaving both of you naked under his sheets.

“Just tell me when something doesn’t feel good, okay?” he asks after he rolls a condom on and you nervously nod. “Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he assures you seeing how nervous you are.

“I want to, I’m just… I don’t want it to be disappointing to you,” you say quietly.

“That’s impossible. You can never disappoint me, I could come just by looking at you naked,” he jokes making you laugh.

“Oh, so how come you haven’t finished yet?” you ask smirking at him.

“I’m really struggling to hold myself back. You can’t fucking imagine,” he grins kissing you gently. “Don’t think about me, think about yourself. I’m pretty fucking sure what feels good for you will feel amazing to me as well.”

You just nod your head licking your lips as he reaches between you and him and positions himself to your center. He looks you in the eyes one last time, as if he is asking for the final permission and when you nod, brushing his hair out of his forehead, with one slow but confident push he is inside you.

You gasp at the feeling, given the fact that it’s been so long since you’ve been with someone and he is pretty gifted when it comes to his length. But he lets you take your time to adjust to the feeling, staying still and peppering your face with gentle kisses.

“Y-You can move,” you tell him quietly.

“Sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod and moving your hands to the back of his neck you let out a moan as he slowly starts rocking his hips back and forth.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls into your neck.

At first it feels a little uncomfortable and strange, but you start to loosen up and do what Adam told you; just focus on yourself. Pulling your legs up you let him hit a way better angle, making you moan as he thrusts inside you and you slowly start to find what feels the best for you.

“You good?” he asks breathing heavily and you just nod, biting into your bottom lip as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Do you want to switch it up?”

“Like… me on top?” you ask unsurely.

“It’s an option.” “Um, yeah,” you say, trying to keep your confidence as he wraps an arm around you and carefully flips the two of you over, so you are now sitting on him. You start moving your hips, not too sure what you should really be doing.

“Relax, just do whatever feels good for you,” he comforts you, his hands holding onto your hips as he gently starts guiding you, giving you a direction to start.

It takes a few seconds to finally find what you enjoy the most and when you do, you just go for it.

“Yes, fuck!” he moans, his head sinking into the pillow. Reaching up his hands cup your breasts as you buck your hips up and down, taking up the pace that feels just right.

“Adam,” you moan his name, hands on his chest as you keep moving, feeling your orgasm building up inside you.

“Yeah, you’re doing so fucking great,” he groans, thrusting his hips up matching your rhythm and you whimper from the feeling.

He pushes himself up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around your body, your hands on his bare shoulders as you just keep moving and panting, your cheek pressing against his. Turning he kisses your jawline, one hand sliding down to your ass, the other one up into your hair at the back of your head.

“Fuck,” he growls and you know he is close, but so as you.

You pick your pace up, desperate for release, you let your head fall back and his lips meet the soft skin on your neck, kissing down on your throat and the moment his fingers dig into your skin at your ribcage you explode.

“Fuck!” you gasp, falling out of your rhythm as your orgasm washes over your body. You hear Adam grunting as he thrusts a couple more times before he comes as well.

Your panting fills the silence in the room in the next few seconds as you come back down from your high, eyes turning back to Adam who is already looking at you in awe.

“What?” you shyly ask.

“And you thought you would disappoint,” he grins kissing your shoulder. “You fucking… sex goddess.”

“Stop!” you chuckle, leaning down you kiss him softly, the raw passion is gone and replaced by a deeper, sensational feeling.

“You don’t regret it, right?” he asks a little later when the two of you are lying next to each other on your sides, facing each other, his hand playing with yours on the pillow.

“No, of course not,” you smile as he laces his fingers together with yours and pulling your hand to his lips he places a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

“Alright. Good.”

“This is so crazy,” you exhale softly, watching him in awe.

“What’s crazy?”

“How this all turned out to be. So different from what I imagined.”

“What did you originally imagine?” he asks with a curious smirk on his full lips.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” you admit chuckling. “But not this for sure.”

His hand reaches out and he pulls you closer to him, legs tangling together as he kisses the tip of your nose, making you smile.

“Well, this is our life now. You are stuck with me.”

“What a tragedy,” you tease him, earning him to squeeze your hip gently. “The greatest tragedy of all times,” you add making him chuckle.

Making yourself comfortable in his arms you feel your eyelids getting heavier with each blink. Kissing his lips softly one more time you let them close and stay closed as Adam kisses your forehead.

“Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up,” he whispers and you open your eyes looking at him, seeing that need for validation in his eyes.

“I’m here to stay, don’t worry,” you reassure him before you let your eyes close again and this time, you slowly drift to sleep, feeling his fingers gently caressing your side until the very last moment you’re awake.

 You smile to yourself upon hearing the front door open and close and when you see Adam walk in a moment later you get up from your bed to greet your boyfriend the proper way on his birthday.

“Hey,” you smile at him kissing his lips softly.

“Hi, I missed you,” he grins giving your ass a gentle squeeze before letting go of you and walking over to your bed he throws himself onto it with a tired sigh.

“How was your day?”

“Just the usual, nothing extra. The guys on set got me a cupcake,” he chuckles to himself.

“That’s cute,” you say crawling onto the bed, thinking about how adorable he would look like with a tiny cupcake compared to his size.

Reaching over to your nightstand you grab the white envelope you’ve had prepared for him, his name written on it in cursive to make it look fancy.

“Happy birthday,” you hand it to him with an excited smile.

“Y/N, I told you no gifts!” he looks at you with narrow eyes. He really did say he doesn’t want anything for his birthday, just to be with you, the only person he is interested in as he said. But you just couldn’t contain yourself and you had a funny idea about his gift.

“I know, but it’s not really a gift. It’s just… something I owe you.”

“Is this a pair of your panties?” he jokes and you just shake your head at him laughing.

“Just open it!”

He gives you a puzzled look as he opens the envelope and looks inside. He pulls out the twenty and five dollar bills with an even more confused look as he holds them up while you just giggle to yourself.

“What is this supposed to be?”

“This is the twenty-five bucks you paid me when we went out with Hannah. I felt like I should pay you back.”

“But why?”

“Because… I would rather not have you paying for a moment in our relationship that was kind of significant.”

“We really bonded that night, huh?” he chuckles placing a hand on your thigh as he puts the money and the envelope away. “Did you think we would end up here back then?”

“Not then. But I was already having thoughts about you.”

“Me too,” he admits smiling.

It’s kind of crazy thinking back at that day now, two months into your relationship with him, it all feels so surreal. You’ve definitely come a long way from ignoring each other in the apartment to being so madly in love.

Leaning closer he kisses you softly, his hand holding your chin tenderly.

“I love you,” he whispers and a wide smile stretches across your face. It’s not the first time he said it, but every time feels like the first, making your heart flip in your chest, completely whipped for this tall, weird but so amazing man you get to call your boyfriend.

“I love you too,” you mumble back before he grabs you by your waist and a moment later you are lying on the mattress, him on top of you, kissing down on your neck.

“Babe?” he asks stopping at your chest, looking up at you from under his dark eyelashes.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask for one thing for my birthday?”

“Sure,” you smile down at him, curious about what he wants.

“I want to fuck you on the kitchen counter,” he bluntly states, and you just chuckle, combing his hair with your fingers.

Rolling off the bed you just walk over to the kitchen counter pushing the boxes and plates to the side before hopping onto the top and crossing your leg seductively, smirking at him while he is still on your bed, watching you completely amazed by you.

“Well, happy birthday to you, big boy,” you say in a low tone and it drives him crazy immediately. Jumping off the bed he rushes over to you, uncrossing your legs so he can stand between your knees.

“Best fucking birthday ever,” he grins before pressing his lips to yours.

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Nervous <Five>

Chapter 5

Between the motion of the car, the amount of alcohol in her system, and the warmth from Chris and his jacket Lena was fast asleep by the time they arrived to Chris’ house. 

“Lena.”  He gentle shakes again. “Lena. We are home.”  As he starts to lift her from the car she finally stirs. She tries to fight him but he holds her firmly to his chest. “Just relax. You are ok. I’m not going to drop you.”

“Ok. Just be careful. Don’t hurt yourself I’m not a skinny mini.” 

Chris chuckles and kisses the side of her head his beard gently rubs against her skin. “I won’t drop you. I’ve carried much heavier things than you.  Just enjoy the ride.”

Once they are inside his house he gently places her on the oversized plush gray couch.  He lets Dodger out then joins her in the couch.  She reaches out and strokes his hair and beard playfully, “I like the longer hair and the beard.”  He nods and kisses her finger tips. 

With out any prompts she snuggles closer to him and gives him a kiss on the neck while stroking his hair that he had grown out for Infinity War.  He runs his hands up her torso and pulls her closer. “You smell really nice. You know that?”

He pulls his face away from her and gives him a smile, “Well thank you. I can say the same thing about you.”

Lena runs her hand up his chest and takes a deep breath. “I need to change would you mind unzipping me?”  It was an innocent request but the look in her eyes and the way she bit her bottom lip was saying anything but innocent. 

She sits up and pulls her ponytail down runs her fingers through her hair and fixes it to her classic messy bun. Chris quickly sat up behind her and slowly unzips her dress.  The cool air from the fabric separating causes goosebumps to raise on Lena’s back. It’s now or never. 

In a bold move that Chris never saw coming, Lena lets the dress fall to the ground pooling at her feet. Leaving her in a nude colored strapless bra and lace panties.  She seductively looks over her shoulder to see if was gauging Chris’ earlier reactions correctly.  By the look on his face currently she did a good job and still has it.  Good. 

He pulls her back on the couch with him, he lifts her chin up so she has to focus her eyes on his.  She boldly tugs his long hair  down pulling him to her eager mouth. A small moan escapes her causing Chris to groan and flip her on her back. 

Chris looks down at her beautiful brown skin and admires the soft curves of her body. He is finally seeing more of her hidden tattoos. His hand travels down the left side of her rib cage landing on the tattoo. “What does that mean?”

She sheepishly looks up at him, “Wakanda forever.”  He smiles when he realizes how much of a nerdy girl she is. While Chris was admiring her body realization hit her like a ton of bricks.  "Please don’t hurt me," Lena stuttered through a few hiccups that hit her briefly, as she ran her hands through his soft dark brown hair.

"I won't," he promised, as he slowly pulled off her nude lace panties. He stared into her face as he slowly traveled down to a particular place between her legs. He could hear her breathing heavily as he slowly licked and kissed his way down her silky smooth body. He finally got to her most private area.  She immediately began to moan and twist underneath his assault, but he held her legs firmly with his arms. He knows she has had a rough year and, now he just wanted her to feel pleasure. To relax. 

He swiveled his tongue up and down and in and out of her sweet love nest. “Chris…oh," he heard her whisper, as her legs began to tremble and breathing became erratic. She started coming and twisting in the sheets as he continued to enjoy her.  I might die a happy woman.  

When she was done trembling, Chris released her legs and removed his shirt.  He looked down at her beautiful body once again. She is still glistening from whatever lotion Edna had her put on.  She reaches for his belt to return the favor but he stops her hand.  He kisses her hand and says, “Not tonight, this is about you.  I want you to feel relaxed, happiness, and so much pleasure that you might explode.”

“Are you sure?”  She asks in a husky voice.  

“I’m positive.  My only real request is that you just stay in my bed tonight with me.”  

She quietly observes his face while thinking about his request.  She is digging the beard and the longer hair he is sporting especially with it brushed back.  He looks like a rugged man with his amazingly blue eyes and extremely plump  and kissable lips who by the way his oral sex game is, might make feel like a new woman.  It has been a year plus since she has had any sexual interaction that wasn’t battery operated.  

Chris is waiting for her response hoping that he didn’t offend her by stopping her actions, he would love to take her to bed and have his way with her but, he wants her to know that he is and will always be a gentleman.  He gave her much pleasure because she deserves it and he had to admit to himself there is nothing sexier than watching her writher and moan his name.  Her kisses were addictive and filled with so much passion, not to mention her touch made his body feel like he was on fire and he was afraid he wouldn’t last with her the first time. 

“I’ll stay with you in your bed but. . . “

“I will respect you and what ever demands you have.  I’ll never overstep any boundaries with you.  But I just want you near me tonight.  Is that ok?”  He gives her the most sincere look that she honestly couldn’t say no to even if she wanted to.  

She nods and he kisses her again.  He nips her neck and she squeals as he scoops her up with one arm and throws her over his shoulder.  “Hey!  This isn’t fair!  I agreed to sleep but I don’t need you carrying me.”

Chris gives her a playful swat on her nude booty. “Shhh just relax.  And you said your feet hurt, just trying to help you out.”  He carefully lays her on the bed.  She sits on the edge of the bed as she watches Chris undress, watching him undress was an amazingly sexy strip tease. 

He leaves the room, leaving Lena on the bed in one of his gray Henley shirts he handed her.  She looks around the room and feels cozy. Seeing as he was taking so long to come back to bed she decides to remove her make up and pulls her hair down and braids it into a pretty side braid. 

Chris comes back in the room with a beer for him and a wine cooler for her. He stops and does a double take as she is sitting in the middle of the bed in his shirt with a small smile.  “I know Edna made you look amazing tonight but you look sexy right now in nothing but my shirt on.”

“Well thank you.” She replies with a blush as she takes the drink from his hand.  “It feels very comfortable.  Trying to keep me buzzed?”

“Nah, just figured the night was still young and no need to stop drinking just yet.”

“This is true.”

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The rest of the night the two kissed, talked, and drank. True to his word he didn’t have sex with Lena.  However he did manage to make her moan his name a few more times before snuggling her close to him.  

His theory was to make her cum so hard and so much that she would be completely exhausted and just sleep soundly and peacefully all night.  By the sound of the tiny snore that escaped her, he had succeeded in making her feel good. He smiles as he brushes a strand of hair out of her face. 

Dodger looks over at Chris and wags his tail.  “Whatcha think buddy?  Is she a keeper?”  He whispered to the dog who walked to his side of the bed and gave a few loud barks. Chris quickly jumps up to silence the dog. “Shhh buddy, don’t want to scare her awake.”

He looks over at Lena to make sure she was still asleep, thankfully she was, even though the sound made her jump and she moved closer to him. The chill of the room makes goosebumps on his arms so he pulls the plush comforter over the both of them. He turns off the lights and his alarm so they could both sleep in. This is nice. 

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Lena woke up feeling so well rested she couldn’t remember the last time she woke up feeling that way.  She stretched her arms over her head a small yawn came out and felt wide awake.  Looking around the room she notices that Chris and Dodger were gone. On the night stand was a bottle of blue Gatorade and a bottle of Tylenol. How thoughtfully. Thankfully she didn’t need the medicine but greedily drank the Gatorade since she was so thirsty. 

After finishing the Gatorade she finally decides to search out where Chris went to. For someone who didn’t want her to sleep in her own room she figured that he would wait for her to wake up. She walks into the living room and sees her dress still in a pool of fabric on the floor. Seeing and thinking about everything that happened last night and this morning make her blush. 

What a night. I hope he doesn’t regret it. Not only was the oral sex amazing just spending time, being held, and genuinely get to know him was great. She walks past her room to the kitchen hoping to find Chris there. Shockingly she doesn’t see him or Dodger there. Assuming he went for an errand she grabs the morning paper off the porch and gets her phone.

She does a quick phone call to her mom to check on Eevee and them. Thankfully everything is ok at home and her mom tells her a few more days and Eevee would be with her so stop worrying so much. Marylea has sent her a few texts that make her chuckle:

Marylea 6:45am: Good morning girlie!  I saw your snap and you look absolutely beautiful!  

Marylea 7:06am: Mr. Evans really did something to you if you aren’t already up. 

Marylea 8:27am: Omg!  You actually kissed him!! How big is it? 

Attached with the last text was a picture of Chris and Lena dancing and in a major lip lock.  They do look beautiful and very happy with each other. I wonder who all has seen this? Before she could totally react, Chris and Dodger come in with a beverage carrier and a brown bag that presumably has food in it. 

“Hey!  You are up!  How are you feeling?”  He asks cheerfully as he sets the bag of food on the coffee table in front of her and give her a kiss on the side of the head. 

She greets him a warm smile and closes her conversation on her text with out replying mainly because she isn’t sure of what to reply just yet. “I’m actually feel great. I haven’t slept that good in a long time.”  He sits down next to her and she suddenly feels under dressed and bashful because she was still in his shirt. 

“I figured you would sleep in for a little bit so I got you a bagel and scrambled eggs with a Chai Latte.  Is that ok?”  He asks feeling oddly calm and relaxed. She nods her head and he looks at her expression. Something is wrong. “Lena, are you ok?”

Lena shrugs her shoulders, no point in hiding this from him. “Well yes and no. Here look.”  She hands him her phone and shows him the picture. “Is this ok?”

He pulls the phone from her hand then looks at the picture and then back to her. “Is what ok?”  Chris was oblivious to the fact that Lena wasn’t use to candid pictures being taken would end up in the press. Also she wasn’t sure if this was part of their agreement. 

“Us.  Like I get you wanted a date for a couple functions but . . . “ Lena pauses and looks at him for some understanding before having to explain it all. “Was the picture and last night planned or was it like you maybe being attracted to me. Not to mention when you . . . “ she trails off and looks down at her hands and blushes. 

Chris stays silent for a second longer then what Lena would have liked and quickly gets embarrassed then retreats to her room. “Lena!  Come back here.”

Lena lets a few tears fall. He is just using me. She strips down then jumps into the shower trying to wash his scent off of her skin. How could I be so stupid to believe he might have actually liked me. As the hot water washes over her hair and body she lets out a few more tears.  She takes her time and washes and conditions her hair letting it return to her normally curly texture. 

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Chris sits there in shock for a moment or two after Lena had retreated to her bedroom. He likes her a lot, anything done between the two of them is because he genuinely likes her not for the cameras. Unsure of what to do to make things right or to have her understand he goes to her room and waits for her to come out. 

“Chris, what are you doing in here?”  Lena asks in a shocked voice. Seeing Chris on her bed was the last thing she expected. 

“Well, I live here and we need to talk.” He says with a grin. 

“No, we don’t. I over stepped my boundaries and over thought the situation.  I’m sorry.”

He gets up and steps closer to her, instinctively she grabs her towel closer and tighter. Feeling him so close makes her nipples hard for him to touch her like he did last night.  Chris admires her fresh out the shower look; her cheeks and nose are rosy red from the hot shower, her normally straight hair has been replaced with beautiful, black curly hair. 

She tried to go around him to get dressed but he blocked her. “No, we are going to talk this out.  I didn’t plan for our picture to be taken last night. Honestly, I had no clue until you showed me.”  He runs his hands down her arms to gain her attention again. “I’m very attracted to you. Last night when you moaned my name as I gave you pleasure I adored it.”  

Her eyes went from sadness to pure and utter surprise.  “Really?”

“Yes really. Why did you think I stopped us from going all the way last night?”  Lena shrugs. “I like you but I didn’t want our first time not being like that since I haven’t taken you out in a proper date yet.”

“Ohhh Chris. You are so sweet.  I like you also.” She sheepishly admits. 

“So will you finish getting dressed and come enjoy breakfast with me please?” He looks down at her and lightly strokes her cheek. 

She leans into his hand and nods. “Yes, just let me finish getting ready.”

“Keep your hair curly. I like it, it suits you better.”

“Can do.” She gives him a quick peck on the shower. “Glad you like it.” He smiles down at her as she playfully shoved him towards the door and locks it behind him. He likes me!  Omg omg omg. What do I do now? She does a small happy dance and continues getting ready for the day ahead. 

[oneemotionalblender]

Steve Rogers x Reader- Dance

Here's another one , yay <3

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Steve POV

I was sitting at my bed , staring at nothing . God , life was so easier before .  I was visiting Peggy's grave yesterday . I think I'm ready . To move on . To live again . Maybe , just maybe , I have a chance of being happy again .

I stretched my arms and looked at the clock . Five am . I jumped out of the bed , changed into my training clothes , grabbed a water bottle and made my way out of the compound , for my everyday morning run .

It was sunrise , and the sky was painted beautiful shades of rosy pink , orange  and baby blue . Looks like an amazing day is ahead of us . I came to one of my favorite parks and slowed down a little . I looked around myself . People who are rushing into work with coffee in one hand , and phone in other , probably talking to their other halfs , to pick up kids  after lunch . Dog lovers with their pets running in front of them . Some people on bicykles , some roller-skating , and some are skateboarding . I see one or two younger couples , just enjoying the time they have . I smile to myself as I remember the old times . Bucky flirting with all girls , who were crazy about him , constantly trying to get me to date someone . The good old times . I miss them .

In the distance , I see older couple , maybe around 70 years . They are holding on to each other , as if nothing else mattered . Talking and smiling , feeding pigeons as they did . They looked so happy . So peacefully . As I was watching them , they saw me and smiled . And in that moment I knew . I want that sometime . I can't save the world forever . I want a normal life . Well as normal as I can have it . Guess , we'll just have to wait and see what life has prepared for us .

I ran into some fans , took some photos , signed some things and stopped for coffee . I looked at my phone and saw that it's already six . Better head back to the compound and have some breakfast.

-time skip-

After breakfast , I've gone grocery shopping , and than training . As I was cleaning the mess I made , Bucky walked in with a smile on his face .

" Hey Buck . " I smiled at my best friend .

"Hey , listen ... I know you're Captain America and your life is all about "GoD bLeSs AmErIcA" and "LaNgUaGe" , but it's been sooo long since we've done something together , and there's this new bar opened just nearby , and guess what , it's 40s themed !" Bucky rumbled at the speed of light . Maybe this could be an oportunity to try to live again .

"And I know you're gonna say that you have responsibilities and-"

"Ok." I cut him off .

"Wait , what ?"

"Ok , let's do it ."

"Are you serious ?! Okay , go get ready . We're leaving at 8 ." I chucled at my best friend . Just like the old times ....

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When we arrived to the bar , we were met with dim lighting and people dancing . It really was 40s themed . Bucky has authomatically found some girl to flirt with so I made my way to get a drink . And that's when I saw her . A beautiful girl , no woman . Her Y/H/C hair were gently braided in an elegant updo , her beautiful Y/E/C eyes reflected the lighting , her perfect rosy lips were curled upwards in a gorgeous smile that could outshine thousands of stars . She was perfect .  And then she looked at me and I froze .

Your POV

I looked at my phone . Only 5 minutes until my shift ends . I smiled to myself as I made a drink for random customer . I could feel eyes at me and when I looked to my right , a tall , insanely handsome man was looking at me . He had a dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes . And then I figured it out . HOLY SHIT IT'S CAPTAIN AMERICA INFSDHNNKD !!! Oh no , he's looking at me . Fuck , what am I supposed to do . Ok Y/N , chill . Play it cool . I looked at the clock and saw that while I was talking here to myself , my shift ended . I swiftly took off my apron , as I made my way over to him because , duh , I'm a fangirl , I need my pictures .

"Good evening , miss ..." Ok , act cool .

"O-Oh , umm Y/N ." Yeah girl , that's the definition of 'act cool'. I mentaly facepalmed . Ok , here we go .

"Um , I'm sorry to bother you but , could you maybe , take a picture with me please ?" I'm a mess . He chuckled . Good God , Y/N stop swooning about him .

"Of course , but could I maybe , I don't know , buy you a drink ?" I blushed and screamed internaly . Is he seriously asking to buy me a drink ? If he would told me to jump off a roof I would do it .

"U-Um yes , please ." WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N ?!

We made our way over to the bar , he bought me a drink and we started talking . He was actually awesome , kind and a true gentlemen . Not to mention he was extremely good looking .

"So you're from around here ?" He asked me , with his deep , velvet voice .

"Yes , actually my apartment is just above the bar ." GOD DAMMIT Y/N THAT SOUNDED SO WRONG .

"Oh , ok ." Now you've scared him off , great . Just great .

"Oh , um look , I was wondering if , maybe , and you totally don't have to , you know what this was a stupid idea . Forget about it ." What is he trying to say ?

"Chill , it's okay . Anyways , just ask me anything ." Breathe Y/N , breathe .

"Wouldyoumaybewanttogooutwithmeitotallyunderstandifyousayno-" What the hell ?

"I don't understand a word you're saying , breathe . Slow down ." I chucled . He took a deep breath .

"Would you want to go out with me ?" Wait did he just-? OMG he did . Ok Y/N keep yourself together  . Be chill .

"Yes , I would like that very much ." Ok , that was actually good .

"Really ?! I-I mean cool , cool ." I smiled . Adorable . He's like a happy puppy . Snap out of it Y/N .

"Can I have your number ?" He was more relaxed now .

"Yep , give me your phone ." Did you just said yep to Steve Rogers ? Yes . Yes you did .

I wrote my number to his phone . I looked at the clock and realized , that it's already late , and I have an early shift tomorrow .

"I really loved this evening , but I must be going . I have work tomorrow . Text me !" I winked at him from distance . What the hell Y/N ?! Why would you do that ?

As I was leaving the place , I heard distant shouting .

"WOOO GET SOME STEVIE !!!" I chuckled and looked at Steve . He was bright red .

Who knows ? Maybe this could be something good .

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Okk , yeah . This request was fun to write . If you have some ideas , I take 'em .

Love youu <3

[haribojelee]

Episode 13 of Season 2 has finally convinced me: Mob Psycho has cemented its place as my favorite anime of all time, and Mob, as my favorite anime protagonist.

I was iffy about starting it in the beginning, because I was one of the people who were put off by its art style. I’d only seen still images of the anime, and the drawings looked simple and were not at all what I was used to seeing in anime shows. On a whim, while searching for a new show to watch after I was done binging MHA, I watched the first two episodes a couple weeks ago.

I would like to say that it hooked me in right away, but that wasn’t the case. Rather, it was more of a slow pull; nothing about the show immediately caught my attention (other than the gorgeous scenes of Mob exorcising spirits, the colors and movement of the camera were incredible), but I kept coming back to it. I grew to appreciate the art style and came to realize how incredible the animation of this show really was. The simple designs of the characters didn’t detract from their expressions and personalities, but rather added to them; the animators could stretch the characters’ facial expressions to ridiculous levels to convey the most extreme of emotions and it still didn’t seem out of place because it was fitting for the art style. The characters could take up more interesting and dynamic poses and have a variety of body languages because the animators could focus more on the details of bodily expression rather than on complex character design. You could see that evidently in the way that a character like Reigen moves: his fluid stride, his expressive gestures. The character that seemed most immune to this, though, was Mob, the main character, the one that I should have been getting attached to the most... and though I liked Mob a lot, he wasn’t my favorite character of the show by the end of Season 1. The moments where I really did appreciate his character were during his rare displays of emotions: things like his emotional breakdown after his fight with Hanazawa and his guttural cry of “Riiitsuuuuu!!!” when Koyama attempted to take his brother. Most of the time, though, he was as stiff as a board, even during fight scenes, and it’s hard to get attached to a character who so rarely shows emotions (at least for me), because a part of following a character throughout their journey is seeing how outside events affect them and how they learn to grow from them. But that was also a part of his characterization and I understand that. Besides, that all built up to Season 2.

So, I finished Season 1, and I really wanted to have an out of body experience and dropkick myself in the face because how the hell did I let my biases against what I construed as “rudimentary art styles” keep me from enjoying a show this good for so long? And man, Season 2—

From the first episode, we get the sense that this season will be about Mob’s growth as a person. The first thing we see in this season is how he defeats an evil spirit by learning from it, rather than passively exorcising it. The scene where he gets teary-eyed while picking up the scraps of Emi’s notebook, saying, “I made the decision to consider my feelings more. And you need to pick up things you feel are important,” hits me like a tidal wave every time (and might I add how phenomenal Itou Setsuo’s voice acting is and how fitting it is for Mob’s character?). Throughout the beginning of this season, Mob starts to assert and question more things: who am I to exorcise a family of ghosts who are only living peacefully? Who’s going to stop me if I’m overcome with power? Won’t even a fake curse still have some effect on how the client thinks about the situation? He asserts that he doesn’t want to exorcise the ghosts. He questions whether Reigen was right in simply waving off the client with a fake curse. He decides that he wants to save Minori and is determined to. He’s adamant in his belief that rather than hurting people who are in the wrong, the best route of solution is to help them change. That’s why he forgives Minori for her shitty actions. He’s upset at Reigen for dismissing him and ignoring his growth so he decides to let it be shown. He forgives Reigen because he knows that Reigen is a good person, even though sometimes he can be inconsiderate toward him. His growth is most outrightly shown when he says he wants to confess to Tsubomi after getting in the top 10 at the school marathon. He has goals. He’s determined. Whereas in the beginning of Season 1, he wasn’t even able to decide by himself whether he wanted to join an extracurricular club or not.

When Mogami wants to get rid of Minegishi, Mob so firmly believes that he can change and, though he can’t completely trust Minegishi to follow through, he has to have faith that he will. Mogami reluctantly lets Minegishi go, while instilling that Mob’s kindness will not always be the answer and that it’ll be necessary to be hard on people. And Mob takes this to heart, too, as we can see when he tells Reigen and the other espers that they’ll only get in the way in his battle with Touichirou. On his way, he encounters Serizawa who, much like himself from the beginning, was isolated and in dissonance with his psychic abilities. He conveys to him all of the things that he learned through his journey and helps him change; he recognizes that the relationships he built throughout the story has made him grow as a person, and that Serizawa too can grow from it if he just has the right people surrounding him. He offers to be just that, a friend, a person who can understand the things that Serizawa is going through, because that’s what helped him out of his isolated state.

And finally, episode 13, what a fucking trip. Mob goes through so many emotions in just this one episode than we’ve seen from him over the course of two seasons. For the first time, we see him in pure ecstasy, because for the first time, he can truly unleash his powers, untethered by the fear of hurting those around him. We don’t expect to see him smile like that after Touichirou bombards him with fallen building blocks and laser beams and when we see it as the camera zooms in on his face, it’s chilling, almost scary. We’ve never seen Mob like that before. But as he catches a glimpse of Ritsu, he’s lurched back into reality and we see his shame as he’s hunched over on a piece of falling rock. Touichirou’s powers turn him into a bestial, otherwordly being while Mob keeps his form as he goes through multiple emotions at 100%. I’m glad that he never reaches ???% during this fight, because having a subconscious part of him that he has no control over take part in this fight would defeat the purpose of showing his growth; feeling his emotions at 100% without letting them get loose is a result of, I think, the things that tether Mob to his reality. Things like the Body Improvement Club (”Body improvement!!! Fight on!!!!!” omg that had me in pieces), Tsubomi (”I also have someone I need to express my feelings to!”), his brother, Hanazawa, Reigen, all keep him grounded. We see his ideal that he’s kept from the beginning (♫ I keep my ideals sorezore ♫—oh wrong anime) when he says to Touichirou, as he sits in a barrier within a coming explosion: “Just having powers doesn’t mean everything will work out for you.” And something he’s learned along the way: “That’s perfectly fine, as long as you make the important choices yourself.”

And that’s the line that made me completely fall in love with Mob’s character. Here’s the awkward kid who, in the beginning, had to call Reigen to ask if he should join a club, was fooled so easily into attending a cult by a woman who guessed his worries wrong three times, was torn between using his powers against Claw because he couldn’t decide whether he should listen to Reigen or his brother and Hanazawa, was too easily convinced to run for student council president and ended up making a fool of himself. He learns to make his own important choices and we see that so clearly. He makes the choice to run the marathon with his own physical abilities instead of listening to Mezato. He makes the choice to go after Touichirou alone. He makes the choice to stay with Touichirou and help him. And the scene of Mob trying to absorb Touichirou’s explosion, even with the pain of it, is a frightening yet heart-wrenching moment exactly because this is where all of his growth has led him to; he’s determined, empathetic, self-sacrificial, and yes, it’s painful to be in the presence of such a powerful explosion but it’s less painful than letting this man suffer through it by himself.

And when I look back at who Mob was in the beginning, that emotionally stifled 14-year-old boy, it makes this kind of development so much more meaningful because it shows just how far he’s come as a character. Mob’s character development is by far my favorite in any show I’ve watched so far. I think a lot of shounen anime tends to focus on the “power of friendship!” “teamwork!” and overall the idea that all is better than one, and Mob Psycho focuses on that, too, of course, because we see how people like Reigen, Hanazawa, Ritsu, and the Body Improvement Club have changed him. But the most significant thing about Mob’s change is his recognition of the importance of independence and autonomy, too; the ability to make his own decisions, to weigh his own consequences, to balance and prioritize what’s important to him. Maybe that’s a simple, self-explanatory thing, something so small that we tend to forget, but in Mob, the realization of it made the biggest difference.

(I may have had to write this because I have no irl friends watching this show and I needed to put all of these pent-up emotions somewhere. It turned out too long lol.)

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

Trans Activism

Okay. So it’s about time I talk about this. First and foremost, I need to get this out of the way. I HATE, trans-activism. Do not take this to mean I hate trans people, as it does not mean that. Do not take this to mean that I don’t want trans people to live peacefully. This is also not the case. With all of this said let me get into what I need to say.

Trans-activism is doing much to hurt Trans and non-trans people alike. This video which links to an article goes in depth about it. Fact of the matter is, we have issues with having conversations about Transgender as a concept. Even the slightest notion of, “maybe this person who says they are trans, is not actually trans” gets you labeled as a transphobe. But if this article proves anything, It’s that trans-activists have done more to hurt people than to help. I know this to be the case because everyone and their mothers at this point lean towards, “OMG i’m so proud that you are coming out as trans! I totally support this. What’s that? You don’t really know if you’re trans? That’s what bigots sound like. If you think you are trans at all, then you just are.” 

I can not tell you how often I’ve seen this before. I’ve seen it in real life. I’ve seen it on this hellsite, I’ve even seen it on Twitter and Facebook. Friendship and support is not blind. Nor does it ignore dangers, and science. I have had several arguments with people on Twitter and on here, that have told me hormone blockers have no “side effects”. Are you kidding me? No side effects? Ok lets go over them for those in the back of the room shall we. 

-They prevent proper growth.

-They hinder immune system growth.

-Your sexual organs don’t grow in properly.

-After taking them, depending on how long you took them, can make you unable to have kids.

-Your body never fully evens out after taking them for longer than a few months.

-This lack of immune growth and physical growth can lead to other issues down the road.

-Lower bone density

ETC.

And this is the short list. The list for what happens when you start on a hormone treatment to transition can be much more devastating to your body. This is not to mention the fact that it is an invasive surgery, be it male to female or female to male. ALSO, assuming you end up not actually being trans, you might have a laundry list of physical traits you don’t want after the fact. Like for instance, you end up much shorter than you would have. You end up with a lot of body hair you can NEVER GET RID OF, among other things. Though, we never talk about this stuff. Because the only thing trans-activists care about is trying to convince as many people as possible that they are trans. Hell, there is even a movement of them that infiltrate gay and lesbian message boards or chat rooms and literally just keep nudging them to believe they are trans rather than gay or lesbian. Do you understand how sick that is? To tell someone that even if they know they are homosexual, that actually they really, “aren’t” and are actually just the opposite gender? Do you GRASP how fucked up that is? These people are also responsible for “Rapid onset gender dysphoria”. A thing that has not only not been backed by any studies at all but is made up BS, to try and convince people who are not trans that they actually are. 

These people are demented. Demented to a degree that makes me worry. Fact of the matter is that these young people in this article are basically fucked for the rest of their lives. And a LARGE number of them are young girls. A decent number of whom have autistic tendencies or are actually autistic. And some of them will have to grow up shaving their faces daily, because trans-activists don’t actually care about them. And they will have to stay in hiding as well. Because progressives and activists will attack them. Call them traitors. Probably even bully and berate them. Fun fact is thought that if you watch this video it talk about something I've been talking about for a long time. Actually trying to treat the root of the body dysphoria. If after several months of working with a person in therapy, they are not showing signs of improvement, then you can suggest to them that they ARE in fact trans. 

Trans is not just saying you are trans. And just parading it around to the trans-trenders saying you don’t actually need body dysphoria to be trans is insane. Not only does it de-legitimize what it is to be trans, but it de-legitimatizes all that trans people have had to go through up until this point. It tells them that their struggle is now just some trend for people who want to feel special get to pretend to be. Meanwhile there are trans people out there right now, who are thinking about killing themselves. Because it’s not everything they were told it would be. It’s not all sunshine and roses. It’s not just some simple walk in the park. And what’s more, you can’t pretend it’s because people discriminate against them. Especially if they are passing after all is said and done. And many are. And they don’t walk around saying “I’m a trans man” or “I’m a trans woman”. They normally identify as the sex they have transitioned too. And short of knowing them prior to it all, how would you KNOW, to discriminate against them? Short answer? You wouldn’t. 

I’m really tired of us not being able to have a REAL conversation with these people. I’m really tired of these insane activists saying that 3-14 year olds have the MENTAL CAPACITY, to decide they are the opposite sex. Most people don’t even know what identity is until they are into their late teens. And even then, they don’t really know who they are until they are in their 20’s. YES. There are people who have transitioned that are very happy and might stay happy for their whole lives. Props to them and I wish them the best. But this notion that everyone is automatically trans because they are not manly enough, or girly enough is stupid. Tomboys do not have to be trans the same way femboys don’t have to be trans. Hell is it not the progressive thing to do to oppose gender norms? So why the hell do trans-activists push for those same norms so damn hard? If you’re allowed to be a man and wear a dress, then why the hell do men who want to do that HAVE to actually be women? Sounds more like you are the ones enforcing stereotypical gender roles to me.

I want to end on this note though. We need to have a conversation about this. We need to be able to talk about gender dysphoria, and what is being trans. We also need to stop letting parents convince their kids that they are trans. Children say a lot, and many go through phases. And what you all don’t understand, is that if you believe that kids have to capacity to make LIFE ALTERING DECISIONS like being trans and taking hormone blockers or start transitioning before 20, not only do I think you are messed up in the head, but you are also saying in that moment, that a CHILD has the capacity to consent to sex. Both have very life changing consequences, and both require a lot of experience and wisdom to fully understand. 

I have a LOT of respect for trans people in general. I DO NOT have any respect for trans-activists. They’ve done so much more to hurt people than they have to help them. Honestly? I feel sorry for these young adults. They were probably “supported” in the same way most trans people are. “Everything will be great! I’m so happy for you! Oh i always knew it! I’ll support you no matter what! Oh it’s perfectly safe when can i take you to look into it?” And what’s more, Doctors are having to go along with it. Out of fear that progressives and activists will get them fired, or get their license removed some how. This is not just physical doctors but psychologists as well. Parents will sit in, and if the doctor does not agree that they ARE TRANS, just like the 5y/o said, the parents will then mobilize a progressive mob against them. This only serves to hurt people more than it does to help. Not only that but it serves to hurt trans acceptance in the broader world. Places that have watched this happen and feel like it’s too much trouble to deal with. This video. The article. Both need to be conversation starters. We need to realize that trans-trenders, and trans activists are screwing things up. Trans people already have enough to deal with. The last thing they need is to become villains. And believe me, if people continue to get hurt like this. Continue to be brainwashed and taken advantage like this. They won’t blame the activists and progressives. They will blame the entire trans community. And if that happens, we might actually fall back years on the progress we have made for trans people.

[hystericalrogertaylor]

Reconnecting (Chapter Fourteen)

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor X Reader

Word count: 2077

Summary: (Y/n) and Roger have been friends since the cradle. When they’re suddenly pulled apart and reconnected years later, they both can tell that the relationship has evolved. They lead very different lifestyles now. Can they continue what they had, or go for something more, with this gap between them?

Warnings: Hospitals (?), cussing, angst and fluff ahhhhh

A/N: OMG I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in forever. Life just keeps coming at me. I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

Master list in profile description!

(Not him as Roger but it’s fine lol)

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The hospital had no idea who to call. You were unconscious for almost a full day and a half due to blood loss and surgery. They were able to give you several transfusions and bring you back from the brink of death. Once you came too, you were able to tell them who did this to you. It took several tries to even get the bastard’s name out, you were crying so hard. You were in so much pain; the knife hadn’t hit any major organs, but the tissue and muscles around the wound was in terrible shape. You were laid back in bed, letting the tears fall down your face and onto the pillow. You knew life would never be the same again.

Eventually, you were able to tell them who to call. Your nurse, Melissa, used the phone on the desk to call the person.

“Hello?” he said.

“Is this Roger Taylor?” she asked.

He sighed. “Look lady, I don’t know how you got my number, but if I’ve slept with you, I’ve moved on. And if you’re a telemarketer, you can just lose this number.”

Melissa blinked in surprise. “Um, no, I’m not a telemarketer.” She ignored the comment about sleeping with him. “I’m a nurse at London General Hospital. (Y/n) (L/n) is here and she wanted me to call you.”

Suddenly, Roger sounded much more urgent. “What? Why is she there? What happened? Is she okay?”

“She’ll live, if that’s what you mean by ‘okay’.” Melissa took a deep breath. “She was stabbed. By her boyfriend. She’s pretty shaken up.” Your nurse heard a clatter on the other end of the line. “Hello? Mr. Taylor?” She can only assume he dropped the phone. She waited what seemed like minutes for him to pick the phone back up.

“Um...okay. I-I’ll be right there.” He quickly hung up the phone. Melissa set her receiver down, going to check on you.

Roger had never driven so fast in his life. It seemed as though the hospital was on the other side of the world. The whole way there, he had to grip the steering wheel with his entire strength to avoid making a detour to your house and legitimately killing James.

He had hardly stopped his car before he sprinted through the parking lot and into the emergency room doors. He ran up to the front desk, barely skidding to a stop. “(Y/n),” he breathed, panting. “I need (Y/n) (L/n)’s room.”

The woman there looked bewildered, slowly looking over at some papers. “Okay, she’s in room 438. But be careful, she may not want visitors.”

Roger nodded, speeding off in the direction of the 400 rooms. He took an elevator up to the fourth floor, following the signs until he reached the door of your room.

A woman came running at him from the side. “Sir! She doesn’t really want visitors right now--” He could tell it was the woman he had spoken to on the phone.

“I’m Roger Taylor,” he said. “I’m the one she wanted you called.”

She widened her eyes. “Oh! Okay. I’m Melissa, (Y/n)’s nurse.” She stuck her hand out for him to shake.

He shook her hand, still wanting to go in your room. “Can I see her?” he asked.

The nurse looked hesitant before nodding, motioning to the door before walking away.

Roger slowly twisted the handle, pushing the door open. His eyes first landed on you, asleep in your uncomfortable hospital bed. Your head was tilted to the side on the pillow, and even in sleep you looked like you couldn’t find peace; your face was contorted as if you were in pain, and it looked like you had very recently been crying.

Roger pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, sitting down next to you. Your hand was on top of the blanket, and he took this opportunity to grab it and hold your hand in his. Your fingers were shaking, and you couldn’t tell if you were cold or having a bad dream. He pulled the blankets up to your chin just in case it was the former. He held your trembling hand under the blanket.

About half an hour after his arrival, you stopped shaking and rolled over so you faced him. This was the first time he properly looked at your face since he’d gotten there. Your cheek was red, and you had a few little cuts littering your face. He didn’t want to move the blanket and see any of your other wounds; he didn’t think he could handle it.

A while after Roger had stopped keeping track of time, you stirred and began to pry your eyes open. You vision was still blurry as you were waking up, but you would recognize him anywhere. “Roger?” you murmured.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he said, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. “How are you feeling?”

You shifted uncomfortably so you could lay on your back again. “Like I’ve been stabbed,” you said, laughing dryly. “My entire torso hurts.”

Roger wasn’t in the mood to make jokes. “I’m going to kill him,” he whispered. “I’m going to kill your boyfriend.”

You shook your head. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you said, tears already beginning to form. “He’s a monster.” You took a deep breath. “They sent police officers to the house. He should be in a jail cell right now.”

Roger nodded. “Good. The asshole deserves to rot in prison.”

“Let’s not talk about him.” You hand had begun to shake again; it must be anxiety, he thought. “Just…” You sighed. “How’s your day been?”

Roger blinked. “Um, it’s not really going great.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, sorry. I just didn’t know who else to call.”

“No, I’m not blaming you!” Roger corrected himself. “I just wish you weren’t here. I wish you hadn’t been in that shitty situation.”

You stared at the ceiling blankly. “Yeah...I’ll just have to use it as a learning experience, I guess. I’m not going to get anything else out of it.”

Roger couldn’t hold it in anymore. He’d been containing his emotions with the thinnest of walls since he’d gotten the call. And that wall had just crumbled. He put his face down into the sheets, letting out a series of gut-wrenching sobs. You were thoroughly baffled; Roger had never shown this much raw emotion in front of you.

“Roger?” you asked. “Roger, are you okay?”

“Of course not!” His head shot up. “You could’ve died! James could’ve killed you!”

“Hey,” you said quietly, squeezing his hand. “Yes, but he didn't. And right now, he’s behind bars, and he’ll hopefully be decaying in prison for a long time.”

Roger wiped his eyes, sniffling. “This looks pathetic,” he said. “You’re the one suffering and you’re comforting me.” He leaned up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop blubbering.”

“You’re fine,” you murmured. “Thank you for being here. You’re amazing.”

“Any time.” Roger gave a sad smile. “I…” His words got caught in his throat, and before he could spit them out, Melissa the nurse walked in to take your vitals.

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Roger tried to distract you from your pain by finding the dumbest game shows on the TV in your room. Most were coming out of America, and you laughed every time something reminded you of your time over there. Roger was enjoying seeing you smile.

You lied to the nurses and said Roger was your cousin so he could spend the night with you in your room. He pulled out the convertible chair, turning it into a semi-comfortable couch. The new night nurse, who was significantly grouchier than Melissa, brought some sheets and pillows for him, leaving him to attempt to make his own bed. It didn’t end well, and he ended up just laying on the unfolded lump of sheets.

After an hour of him tossing and turning, keeping you awake, you sighed. “Roger, do you want to share the hospital bed?”

“Nah, I’m good.” A few more shuffling noises later, Roger huffed. “Yeah, but I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“It’ll be fine.” You slowly scooted over, leaving half the bed for him. “C’mon. You need sleep.”

Roger rolled off the couch, making his way over to the bed. He sat down gingerly, making sure the dip in the mattress wouldn’t hurt you. When you flinched a little, he stood back up.

You rolled your eyes. “Roger, it’s fine. Once you settle down, nothing’s going to hurt.”

Roger slowly sat down on the bed again. You grimaced at the movement until he laid down, causing the bed to stop moving. You leaned your head on his chest, sighing. “You’re warm,” you murmured. “This room is cold.”

Roger chuckled. “Just go to sleep. I’ll try to keep still.”

You yawned. “‘Mkay, goodnight.” You were asleep in the next few seconds.

Terrified to move, Roger took a deep breath. “Goodnight, love. Sleep tight.” He didn’t sleep a wink.

---

You were discharged from the hospital a week later. Roger was with you the whole time except for when he needed to eat, use the toilet, or shower. He helped you eat, because almost any movement of you arms hurt. He told you jokes when you started to relive the moment that put you in the hospital. And he slept next to you every night, cuddling you so you could sleep peacefully.

He wheeled you out to his car in a wheelchair, making sure to go gently over bumps and dips so you weren’t hurt. He helped you into the car, even buckling your seatbelt for you. The muscles and tissues in your stomach were severely compromised, and you knew you’d need his help for a while.

Halfway through the drive, you realized he was taking you to Freddie’s house. “Why are we headed to Fred’s?” you asked.

“I called him and he said he was willing to take care of you until you can handle yourself again.” He turned left into Freddie’s neighborhood.

“Why can’t I stay at your place?”

Roger blinked. “I didn’t think you’d want to.”

“Why not?” you exclaimed.

He sighed. “I don’t know, because I might try to kiss you again? I won’t, by the way, I know you hate it.”

“Rog, you just took care of me for a week in a hospital and did just about everything for me.” You put a hand on his arm. “And I was so glad it was you. You’re the only person I want to take care of me.”

Roger pulled the car over. You could see Freddie’s place down the street. “I’m sorry,” he started. “I am. I really shouldn’t have kissed you those times.”

“I’m not mad anymore, Roger.” You moved your hand down to his, holding it. “I’m eternally grateful for everything you’ve done for me in the past week. You’re the greatest friend I could ever ask for.”

Roger tried to ignore the tight feeling in his chest at your use of the f word. “O-Okay, we can go back to my place.” He put the car back in drive and turned around, speeding off towards his house.

---

“Pepperoni?” he asked, about to pick up his phone.

“Yeah.” You slowly sat up a little bit better on the couch. “With extra cheese.”

“Gotcha.” Roger dialed the number of the pizza place, putting the phone to his face.

You pulled the blanket up around you tighter, laughing at something said on the TV, then grimacing in pain. You’d never realized how much you used the muscles in your stomach until it hurt to do so. You knew it would take you a while, and probably some physical therapy, to be able to recover.

Roger sat down next to you a few minutes later, pulling you over so you could lean on him. “It’ll be here in about an hour.”

You sighed contentedly. “Thank you so much.” You grabbed Roger’s hand, holding it in your lap.

He smiled. “Anything for you.”

You closed your eyes; being in the hospital is tiring, and you hardly got any sleep. “I’m sorry if I fall asleep before it gets here.”

“It’s all right, love. You deserve a good nap.”

Pretty soon, you drifted off to sleep. You heard Roger murmur something right before you went unconscious, but you couldn’t hear it. Probably nothing important.

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OUAT 3x03: Rewatch Liveblog

Hey guys! It's me again, back with another liveblog of, uh, me watching another episode of Once Upon a Time.

This one is episode 3x03, called "Quite a Common Fairy" - which means, you guessed it, we'll be meeting Tinkerbell in this episode :)

Let's watch, shall we?

...and we return to the dark jungles of Neverland.

Seriously. Why is this arc so damn DARK? It makes for good atmosphere, yes, but lousy GIFs and caps :/

Is there something wrong with me that I find that lantern David's holding kinda... hot? I don't know, it's just... old fashioned and rugged and outdoorsy and... I just find it really aesthetically pleasing, the way he’s holding it.

HAHAHAHAHAHA EMMA JUST TOOK A WET LEAF TO THE FACE

Awwww, Hook got it a second later, but they barely showed it :(

WHY BE IN THE JUNGLE AT ALL IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LET US WATCH HOT PEOPLE GET HIT IN THE FACE WITH WET LEAVES D:

"If Pan's camp keeps moving, how are we going to find Henry?" Gooooooood question.

Oh, so I guess that perilous ending of 3x01 with Pan’s ominous “Let’s play!” as the Lost Boys advanced on Henry was a baseless tease, after all. Here’s Henry sleeping peacefully under a tree, not even a bruise on him.

Henry: "I don't like apples." Pan: "Who doesn't like apples?" An excellent question.

"I call it target practice." So menacing, whilst holding a crossbow inches from Henry's face. SO OMINOUS!!!

SURELY THIS WILL BE PERILOUS FOR OUR DEAR HENRY!!!

There’s no way this will be another baseless tease or anything.

Hey, I recognize this castle from the time we were in the middle of bloody damnation and they decided to cut to another scene somewhere in another realm that was nowhere near as exciting and I almost threw my mouse through my monitor.

AKA: Rumple's old place.

Bae, something tells me if dear old dad had something to make a portal with just hanging out in his cabinets, he wouldn't have needed a big convoluted plan to turn Regina into a villain and have her cast a dark curse. Just, you know, spitballing here. Just having some thoughts. Just saying.

Awww... Roland <3 One of the tenets of Once fandom: Roland <3

Hahaha, Snow. "Have you even been listening?"

"I fear such an attempt would end in your death... and more importantly, mine." Another classic Hook line <3

Oh, Emma. You poor soul. "Tinkerbell?!" Hook: "What, you know her?" This shit’s hilarious.

Oh no. Sad Regina flashbacks. Feels incoming... D:

Go ahead, Rumple. Just invite yourself to dinner. Sure.

Rumple: "Roast swan, hehehe! That's amusing. You'll get that later."

OH LOOK, GUYS, IT'S TINKERBELL

"Snow White? That's her name? Even I think that's a bit precious, and mine's Tinkerbell." Haha :)

Regina: "She had my fiance killed." Well, that's not exactly how that happened, but... no, you know what, let's just go with that for now.

Oh, hey Regina, you dropped something...

Nevermind, some creepy woman in the jungle picked it up for you.

HOOK'S HOLDING THE LANTERN NOW

OH SHIT, THERE'S TWO LANTERNS

HOOK AND DAVE ARE BOTH HOLDING LANTERNS

What the hell is wrong with me?

Regina: *catches up* Regina: "Emma! There is another way..." Emma: "Is there?" Regina: "Magic!"

LMAO The way she says it, tho. It's like a late night infomercial salesman: 'It cooks, it cleans, it'll blow your freaking mind - it's magic!'

Someone please tell me that Regina suggesting magic was a meme in the fandom during S3, because if you lot weren't photoshopping her into everything everywhere with "What about MAGIC?!" speech bubbles, then you're all a disappointment to everything ever and I'm never speaking to any of you ever again.

Emma: "Didn't we just go through this?" Yeah, about five times per episode AND IT ONLY GETS FUNNIER

Regina: "You think it's the best plan because your boyfriend came up with it." Emma: "My boyfriend? HOOK?!"

Snow: "She just lost Neal." Regina: "Sorry." I'm just too perceptive for my own good.

Oh, gee. We're back with Pan and Henry. Oh no! Pan's poisoning the arrow! Felix is looking ominous! Henry's in big trouble n-

Oh. Henry's the one who's going to shoot the crossbow. So he's, uh, not in any danger at all, actually. Huh. Okay.

YES. Henry, good move. I mean, it didn't work out so well for you, but turning and firing at Pan really WAS a solid strategy.

Hook's still got the lantern. Oh wait, that's right, there's two of them, so he can always have the lantern.

OMG YOU GUYS, REGINA HAS THE OTHER LANTERN NOW

Seriously. What the hell, self?

Ooooh... Intense Captain Charming scene D:

Oh, fairy time, everybody!!

"You got big for no reason." That's what she said.

Blue: "I will be the judge of what is fairy-like!" SAYS WHO, BITCH

JFC NOW ROBIN HOOD HAS ONE

Was there a sale at the old timey lantern store or something? Does the director of this episode have a fetish for them? Is it maybe a thing after all?

You know, it IS a dick move to ask another dude to risk his son so you can go save yours, Neal.

Oh, shit. You're seriously going to play the "you owe me one because my dad saved your wife's life" card?! Technically, he didn't even SAVE Marian. Robin saved Marian and Rumple decided not to flat-out MURDER him for it. Not quite heroic. I don't think this dude owes you anything.

Emma: "What'd you do to her?" Ahahahahahaha, looks like Emma's perceptive too XD

Regina: "What? Why would you assume I did something?"

This is the best Swan Queen scene ever. I just decided this right now xD

THEIR FACES, LOL

Regina: "Okay. We have a complicated history."

Aww... "What the hell did you do to her?" "What I always do." T_T

Ahhhhh, the man with the lion tattoo...

Why does Tinkerbell run off, though? Haha, that's silly.

NOT AS SILLY AS REGINA RUNNING OFF THOUGH

OKAY, NOW THEY'RE JUST FUCKING WITH ME

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHOT??

Ooooooooh, Tinkerbell's a nasty little fairy... XD

Snow: “It's just a place to sleep.” Emma: “What would you know about that?” Like, have you not paid any attention to the last two seasons of this show, Emma?!

Okay, Hook, honey, you have to stop doing anything and everything, because the way you're sitting on that hammock is making me want to send a nasty little fairy after you.

I blame all these lanterns.

Regina bondage! Yay!

"About time you woke up." Bitch, you're the one who put her to sleep, and that was like, 5 minutes ago.

Regina: "How the hell did you get like this?" Tinkerbell: "I met you."

Regina: "You're a terrible fairy." Tinkerbell: "You didn't go in, did you?" EVERYBODY'S SO PERCEPTIVE IN THIS EPISODE

Pan: "Look at the fun they're having." Ummm... They're throwing knives at the ground. It's not even a target. It's the ground. It's everywhere. YOU CAN'T MISS IT.

Pan: "At one point, I had four boys with missing fingers. Cost of the game. They didn't mind." I mean, I would think they probably DID mind, at least a little...

Okay, follow me for a minute here. Peter Pan would actually make a great life coach. "You were created for a reason... and I can help you find it."

I mean, at least LOOK at it, Henry. Aren’t you even curious?!

Umm. Seriously? That's all it takes for a kid to summon a shadow? "I believe"?

Like, kids would be summoning them left and right on accident. At least have some kind of noun on that shit. "I believe in Neverland" or "I believe the Cubs will win the World Series again before I die." I mean, seriously.

Man, them shadows are creepy ass motherfuckers.

Well, here's a touching Robin and Roland and Mulan scene. Shame that Roland will NEVER SLEEP AT NIGHT AGAIN after seeing that creepy ass nightmare come to life. I mean, aside from the fact that he’s sleeping right now.

Also, wouldn't you at least put him to bed in another room or, at least, under a different window? Those fuckers COME BACK you know. We saw that last season, when they straight up STALKED the Darling family.

Dude. Mulan. Honey. You should've just told Aurora how you feel. I always kinda OT3ed you lot, anyhow. The “Left Behind in the Curse” Bang Train left 28 years ago and you were all on it.

I love how everyone's got their weapons at the ready and Hook just shoulders his sword and looks around non-chalantly, like "lovely weather we're having here in the jungle..."

Mmmm... The looks they give each other... TINKERHOOK LIVES :D

Yeah, there you go. Knew you'd look, kid. I mean, how could you not?!

Hahaha, this is why you have to be careful with drone deliveries. They just drop your packages wherever they want to.

"Welcome home, Baelfire." You're not creepy at all, Felix. "Pan will be so happy to see you." I bet! The only thing that crazy motherfucker likes more than tormenting children and hot pirates is tormenting his own family members.

CS coconut scene <3

OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS, ROBIN HOOD HAS THE LION TATTOO

...and that's a wrap!

PEW PEW PEW PEEEEEEEEEEW!!!

[reifromrfa]

You Don’t Deserve Her: Vanderwood

What happens when an RFA member discovers another member cheated on MC?

Warning: Angst, profanity and violence ahead

Vanderwood - Saeran cheats on MC

Love was never an option with him

He had resigned himself to the fact that he was going to live and die alone because of his job

The truth is, he got too attached to people too quickly

And falling in love with a woman?

Hell no

He didn’t even dare to imagine that scenario

He had far too many enemies and baggage to ever think that someone could ever love him and accept him

Until he met her

MC

The woman that led to his undoing

Whenever he is with her, he feels as though his walls are breaking

Crumbling beneath her gaze, her smile, her touch

And for once in his life, he cursed his situation

The missions that were once thrilling and exciting now haunted him, made him afraid

Because the thought of not seeing that face again scares him

But she was never his to love

No, she had fallen for Agent 707’s brother, Saeran

Vanderwood didn’t approve of the boy

Who could blame him? Saeran tried to kill him before

But Saeyoung was the closest thing he had to a family

So he accepted and treated Saeran like his own brother

And he had to admit, the boy could make her smile and light up that stifling bunker

That was enough for the secret agent

He didn’t want her in his life, didn’t want to put her in harm’s way

At least, that’s what he told himself every night

But on a particularly stormy night, as he was smoking outside the bar he frequented during his days off, he spots a familiar brunette walking down the street

Alone

A group of men trailing behind her

Adrenaline kicks into his system and Vanderwood crushes the cigarette under his boot, running into the pouring rain, his fist colliding hard against the man closest to him

He gets rid of the men fairly easily; they were no match for his skills

He didn’t care about them though

He rushes to the woman who stood there looking at him with wide, tearful eyes, her hair clinging to her face

Vanderwood grabs her shoulders and examines her face and body

“Are you alright?” he asks worriedly

She avoids his gaze and Vanderwood shakes her a little, frustrated

The thought of her getting hurt fills his mind with worry and fear and panic that the emotions come spilling out of him

“What the fuck are you doing here alone?! It’s not safe here!”

“You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“It’s too late for that.”

His eyes flick to hers and his heart stops

Because she was fucking crying and his heart was breaking

Sobs escape her lips and she buries her face into his chest, seeking comfort in her friend

“Vanderwood please. Make it stop hurting.”

“I can’t stand this anymore. This pain.”

“Am I not good enough? What does she have that I don’t?”

“I loved him with everything I had. I still love him.”

“I can change. I can change if he just gives me another chance.”

“If he comes back to me.”

He doesn’t know what to do

He doesn’t want to understand what she’s saying

Because he doesn’t want to believe he would hurt her

Because he doesn’t know what he would do to him

Tentatively, he puts his arms around him and strokes her back gently

And then he’s pulling her closer, hugging her to him fiercely

He loved this woman

This woman right here in his arms

But she’s crying over another man, a man he had thought would be better for her

But Saeran did this to her

She is drenched and shivering and sobbing into his chest and clutching onto his shirt

And she is broken

Because of him

Vanderwood leans close to her ear and presses his lips against it, not caring about the consequences

She needed him

And he would give her anything and everything she wanted

As long as it would make her feel better, make her laugh, make her shine

“Don’t even believe that for a second, MC.”

“Don’t ever change a thing about yourself because you are perfect.”

“You are the only thing that’s right in this world. The only thing that’s good.”

He leans back and looks at her tear-stained face, holding her cold cheeks in his hands

“Don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault, MC. This isn’t your fault.”

“Come now, let’s get you some dry clothes.”

He watches as she sleeps peacefully on his bed, her hair still wet from her shower, his clothes too big for her but somehow, she managed to make it look like it belonged on her body

He couldn’t deny it any longer; he loved her

And he’ll be damned if he lets Saeran get away with hurting her unscathed

The secret agent gets dressed and heads over to the bunker, keeping his fury in check

He slips past Saeyoung’s security and enters the bunker, eyes sweeping the area for any sign of Saeran

He spots him crouched near the kitchen counter, his face buried in his knees as he hugged himself

Vanderwood feels a twinge of pity

But it immediately disappears as his fury takes a hold of him

“Saeran.”

The boy slowly lifts his head and Vanderwood sees the boy’s red-rimmed eyes

“What the fuck did you do?”

Vanderwood slowly approaches him, his eyes focused on Saeran, watching for any sign of aggression

But the boy seemed defeated, he didn’t even move from his spot

Vanderwood kneels in front of Saeran

“How can you even think about replacing her with another woman?” he says in a quieter but more menacing tone

“Shut up, Vanderwood. Get the hell out of my house.”

Vanderwood clenches his hands into a fist

And punches the counter right beside Saeran’s head, narrowly missing the boy’s head

Saeran flinches, then anger flashes in his eyes

“Because I can’t stand the way she looks at me! Like I’m some broken toy that she can fucking fix!”

“And you think replacing her with someone else instead of talking to her will make everything better?!”

“Just because you’re broken, doesn’t mean you had to break her too!”

Vanderwood clutches Saeran’s shirt and leans close to him, his control on his emotions snapping

And then he punches Saeran across the face, holding the boy up and throwing another punch at him

Saeran glares at him and spits the blood to his face and Vanderwood slams him to the counter before the boy lets out a shout and pounces on the secret agent, pinning Vanderwood to the ground with his weight and throwing a few punches of his own

“I can never give her what she deserves!” Saeran screams

“I love her!”

“But I’m not good enough for her!”

“So you cheat on her?! You sick fuck!”

“Do you know how much she’s hurting right now?!”

“Do you know how much pain you caused her?”

Suddenly Saeran is hauled off of him by Saeyoung, who stands in between the two men glaring at each other

“Guys, please! Don’t fight!” Saeyoung screams

“She’s better off without me!” Saeran bellows, ignoring his brother and looking at Vanderwood

“She’s better thinking I replaced her with someone else!”

“It’s the only way she’ll forget about me!”

Vanderwood strides towards the twins but Saeyoung steps in front of his brother

“Walk away, Vanderwood. Please. Just walk away.” Saeyoung says, half pleading with his friend

Vanderwood glares at the redhead before he turns his eyes back to Saeran

“Hurting her will never be okay.”

“We are all fucking messed up here. You, me, Saeyoung —we are all screw ups.”

“She is the one good thing —”

“ONE. GOOD. THING. That has ever happened to us.”

“And you fucking ruined it.”

“So congratulations, asshole.” Vanderwood says angrily. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

He turns his back and walks away, knowing he must’ve been too harsh on the kid

He hears Saeran’s anguished cries and Saeyoung trying to comfort his brother

But Vanderwood doesn’t look back

There is no excuse for what Saeran did to MC

MC, who loved him, cherished him, comforted him —she didn’t deserve to be treated like that

The secret agent knows he can’t make things right between MC and Saeran

But he vows to be there for her, to be her friend, her confidant, her lover, if she ever wishes it

He won’t let her lose her spark

He won’t watch her spiral into the same shit hole he and the twins had fallen into

No —she was far too good to end up like them

And Vanderwood will be damned if he let anyone else hurt her ever again

He will be there for her until his dying breath

For he had already placed his heart in her hands the moment she first smiled at him

And it will remain in her hands until the day he dies

Guys this was so heartbreaking to write ;A; But omg two more to go! Welp if you’ve figured out the last two pairings please don’t hate me

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YALL I AM CACKLING OMG please please click the read more so you can laugh with me

Okay I live in texas, aka the south, where so many bitchy conservatives roam. I have some friends on my fb that are family friends from the area and for YEARS i’ve sat silently while they post and share ignorant things about stuff happening in the world solely because I wasn’t in the mood for any possible drama in my family to happen.

WELL I DECIDED TO FUCK THAT THOUGHT AND START SHARING MY OPINION. BC IF YOURE GONNA SHARE SOMETHING IGNORANT YOU SHOULD BE PREPARED FOR SOMEONE TO COMMENT WITH A DIFFERENT OPINION.

This lady, who is long time friends with my mom and my eldest sisters, shared a post that said “if North Korea bombs America, lets just send those NFL players who keep kneeling during the anthem and then they’ll respect their country” 

and I commented and said the following (I would screen shot it but she deleted my comment but this is basically the gist): “Okay but the military fought for US citizens right to stand OR kneel. It is not mandatory to stand for the anthem. I do not stand for the anthem and I haven’t stood since I was a child. Doesn’t diminish whether I respect what the troops do or not. AND the NFL players are not protesting the military. They are protesting police brutality against minorities. All y’all sharing this post can’t seem to make up your minds. People riot and march and stop traffic and you get angry saying they should protest peacefully. So they silently kneel during the anthem and now you’re angry that they’re peacefully protesting??? Seems to me y’all just like to bitch about the younger generation wanting justice.”

WELL WELL WELL YOU GUYS she just private messaged me on facebook going on a RANT

screen shots are as followed:

(Tiffany and Tonya are my sisters btw)

So yeah. I mean I already knew I was pretty disrespectful, don’t need a woman I barely know who never talks to me to tell me that lol cant wait to see if sisters even try to add to this.

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 05.09.17 lb

lololol shivaay turning the paper this way and that trying to read it (it’s in marathi, lol) 😂😂😂

hein? this house has a staircase also???? leading where???? 🤔🤔🤔

shivaaaay + chaaaaaaaai = this should be interesting. 😐😐😐

oh boy she wants him to drink it from the saucer. (always seemed weird to me.) 😕😕😕

lmaoooo “no, that doesn’t sound right.” 😂😂😂

props to him for actually trying this. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

“IT’S GOOD!”  “MERE mooh mein paani aa gaya tha!” 

lmao my tharki mind is interpreting this whole conversation in a verrrrrrrry different way! 😏😏😏

lmaoooooooooooo baalti wali bath! ab aayega mazaaaaaa. the true middle class experience! never am i more humbled than when i have to do a baalti bath back in india. 😌😌😌

please to be watching this video by my fav, kenny sebastian, and him describing the process super accurately. my place in kerala is in the city and the bathroom is in the house and all (ooooh! so fancy!), but this is pretty much how it goes. i can smell the medimix just watching this video! 🙃🙃🙃

you were so pleased with the “rain water harvesting” yesterday billu. time to walk the talk! 😊😊😊

LOL HE TOOK HER SERIOUSLY. 😂😂😂

pft, “humare paas sabun bhi hai????” idiottttt 🙄🙄🙄

LMAO HE TOOK HER SERIOUSLY ABOUT THE DATUN TOO. MAN, RICH PEOPLE ARE SO FUN TO FUCK WITH. 🤣🤣🤣

“main jaa raha hoon nahaane ke liye. tum chalogi mere saath?”

lmao why, billu? do you want a witness for your embarrassment? trust me, you’re not gonna feel even remotely sexy while doing a middle class baalti bath. 

gauri is worried about becoming vidhwaa 6 months into her marriage. 😬😬😬

LMAOOOOO AAPKO US SAAND KE SAATH BAITHKE CHITHRA NAHI BANANE HAI 😂😂😂

OH MY GOD OMKARA, YOU ARE TRULY AN IDIOT. DANGAL MOVIE DEKHNE SE KOI PEHELWAN NAHI HO JAATA. MATLAB,  I’VE WATCHED LEGALLY BLONDE 300 TIMES, MAIN LAWYER THODI HO GAYI HOON. 😒😒😒

same, gauri. #same. 

oufff shivaay ke sarrr se nkk ka bhoot utarkar iske sarrr chadh gaya hai. 😑😑😑

hahahaha herrrrr imitation. her faaaace. i love her so much. 😂😂😂

OMG WTF EVEN ARE THESE KURTAS SHIVAAY IS WEARING THEY LOOK FUCKING RIDICULOUS, WHY ISN’T HE JUST WEARING HIS REGULAR KURTAS THAT HE WEARS AT HOME?!!?!? CURSE YOU SHIRALI CURSE YOU TO HELL, JUST LET THE MAN LIVE 😫😫😫

oh boyyyy chawl udaana hai 😬😬😬

10 to 1 the maalik is…

…. YUP. 😒😒😒

the fuck shivaay, do you even pay attention to half the orders you give? 😐😐😐 how many bldgs have you felled like this without even knowing?

ok the rule was to not use your name and identity for undue advantages. not for situations like these! 😩😩😩

OH MY GOD HE’S ACTUALLY YOUTUBING HOW TO DO KUSHTI. 😧😧😧

son, if that worked, all the fitness videos i watch and subscribe to would have me sporting 6 pack abs and zero jiggle. 😣😣😣

lmao ek din mein 5 kele khaa ke kya hona hai????? 😶😶😶

chor naukar has an unsolicited opinion. 🙄🙄🙄

lmao their reaction! omki’s “get a load of this guy!” head nod. baat aane par dono ek team ho gaye. abhi chor ki jamkar dhulaai hogi. 😂😂😂

hey chawl-blower-upper-dude, why are you such an asshole? just chill maybe? 😒😒😒

gotta love these oBahus and how they’re all ready to throw down the second someone is mean to their patis.  (ง •̀_•́)ง (ง •̀_•́)ง (ง •̀_•́)ง 

GOD SHIVAAY YOU’RE AN IDIOT. JUST MAKE A CALL AND GET YOUR OFFICE TO STOP THE PLAN. HONESTLY. 😒😒😒

“IS CHAWL MEIN REHNE WAALA EK AAM AADMI.” 

WHOSE HAIR KE HIGHLIGHTS COST MORE THAN THE MONTHLY BUDGET OF PPL IN THIS CHAWL. 🙄🙄🙄

…. is he sitting ON the dynamite? 😟😟😟

lmao only the rich think that “the right to peacefully protest” achieves ANYTHING in india. bitch, the aam aadmi has no TIME to protest, peacefully or otherwise. humein ghar bhi chalaane hote hai. 🙄🙄🙄

i feel bad for the explosion guy. he’s also an aam aadmi, trying to do his damn job. kahaan is majnu se paala pad gaya aaj. 😑😑😑

…. and you’re only doing this for anika and sahil? they have alternate housing and are sorted in life now. WHAT ABOUT ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE LIVING IN THE CHAWL WHO DON’T? AM I SUPPOSED TO AWWWWW OVER THIS BS? 😤😤😤

anika’s like OMG!SEXXXXXXXXX TAKE ME NOW HUBBY hearing that sentimental pap though. oh well. whatever works for her. 😕😕😕

lmaooooo her mooophat jawab and his honest laugh at her bindaass-ness. 😊😊😊

the couple that does dharna together, stays together, i guess? 🤔🤔🤔

ok i can’t stop laughing at omki’s hella lame kushti moves. that too, with this untrained idiot who’s not even that heavily built. such false complacency. 😐😐😐

omki going in with some classic WWE moves. 😊😊😊

gauri’s excitement is hella cute though. 😍😍😍

“abbe kahan jaa raha hai bhaag ke? practice kiske saath karoonga abhi?” 

pffffffffffft. 

wifey be like I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE. 🙋🏽🙋🏽🙋🏽

girl, stop putting the sunglasses on every 3 minutes to look cool. woh bhi raat mein. it’s laaaaaaame. 🙄🙄🙄

sure. ok. with all the hair open. you been hanging out with bhavya too much. 😑😑😑

omki be like, oh yeah baby, imma wrestle with you. imma wrestle with you gooooooooooood. imma lift you up and pin you down and then take my shirt off and… hmm? what? yes. wrestling. this is how it’s done. (in the dangal themed porno i came across on the dark side of the web during my “research”.) 😏😏😏😏

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 😍😍😍😍

i like how the chulbul moments are there too. omki is canon confirmed bi/pan/demisexual, fiiiiiiiiiiight me. 😊😊😊

haaaaaaye my cuties. 💖💖💖

i like how it’s night in… lonavla or wherever the f rikara are, and early morning in mumbai where shivika are. because the two places are in DIFFERENT TIME ZONES 12 HOURS APART. 😐😐😐

balbirrrrrrrr should NOTTTTTTTTTT have done that. 😠😠😠

LMAO “AYE INKE HEIGHT PE MAT JAA!!!!!!!!”  “BOLNA ZAROORI THA YEH?” “YEH MOTA AAPKE HEIGHT KA MAZAAK UDAA RAHA HAI!” “haan, aur tum usse aur underline kar do!!!” 

my god what a family of fighty little munchkins this is today. 😊😊😊

oh, iska boss bhi idhar hi hai? 

LMAO IS THAT KHANNAAAAAAAAAA?????????? HAHAHAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

lollllllllllllll khanna’s been using the SSO name to act like big mannnnn. 

“namaste khannaji!” “nahi, BOSS!” 

heeeee heeee heeeeeee 😂😂😂

ok that looks like the most uncomfortable way to sleep, gauri. 

has he been practicing all night????? great, he’s gonna go wrestle with NO training, and not having SLEPT either. idiot. 😒😒😒

oufffff gauri ask bhavya to send BACKUP instead of asking her for kushti tips, jfc. 😑😑😑

billu ka swaagat toh aise kiya jaa raha hai jaise jung se lauta ho. fucking ridiculous. 🙄🙄🙄

such cute. 💖💖💖💖💖💖

dadi gave you the fucking night off from her pehredaari to go at it like rabbits and you spent it talking about baltis and whatnot. this is what you call WASTE OF OPPORTUNITY. 😫😫😫😫

bhavya looking 10000% done with rudra is me. #freeMyGirl 😣😣😣

lo, billu ne bhavya ko bhi adopt kar liya. he’s like who needs stupidass brothers when i can have AWESOMEASS SISTERSSSSSSSS 😊😊😊

LMAOO RUDRA’S LOOK OF BETRAYAL 🤣🤣🤣🤣

don’t think i missed bhavya looking all choked up though. 😭😭😭

allllllllll the toe touches in the world aren’t gonna help ya, omki. 😐😐😐

dude, like yeh balram legit apne khanna ka bhai lagta hai. 😗😗😗

of course he’s not gonna listen. 🙄🙄🙄

aaaaaaaaaaaand there goes the lassi. and the omkara. 😕😕😕

OMG THAT SHOT OF HIS FACE BOUNCING OFF THE FLOOR HAHAHAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣🤣

HE’S FUCKING OUT. WITHOUT EVEN STEPPING INTO THE RING LOLOLOLOLOLOL. THIS IS FUCKING HILAAAAAAAAAAAARIOUS HAHAHAHAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

LMAO HOW EVEN IS THE SHOW PLAYING THIS AS A SERIOUS MOMENT I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING OMG 😂😂😂😂

ouff. stupid mardaangi taunts. #masculinitySoFragile

ok fwding the nonsense till bulbul gets into the ring. 

aw. bhavyaaa. *hugs her* we love you, we do. which is why we want better for you than f’ing rudra. sumo toh khud hi jaan chudaaa kar chali gayi. ab tumhe kaise bachaaye is se. 🙁🙁🙁

anika’s crying too. and has dialogues about family ka hissa and all. all that is okay, but please god don’t make her chutki. 😬😬😬

rudra calling for cessation of this divisive team policy in order to get some bro bonding time. 😌😌😌

waaah, dadi maan bhi gayi. 😯😯😯

wait, shivaay and rudra have a GANG? these ppl have OTHER friends??? 😧😧😧

surprise element? um… idk why but my mind instantly went to bachelor party and strippers. 😬😬😬

gauri be like BITCH, DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE AND EK JHAANP MEIN DEEWAR PE SATTAAO-FY YOU 😠😠😠😠

big talk from all the men. PFT. COMEEEEEEEEE ONNNNN GAURIIII. 

LMAO THE INTERCUTS TO SHOW OM STILL PASSED OUT COLD IS MAKING ME LOL SO HARD 😂😂😂

girl please, TIE YOUR DAMN HAIR UP. WHAT’S WRONG WITH ALL THE WOMEN IN THIS SHOW 😩😩😩

can balram stop with the stupid yelling and faces? coz does this woman look intimidated by it? uh. that would be a resounding NO. 🙄🙄🙄

ok fwding. coz honestly i fucking CAN’T. 

god just fucking kick him in the nutsssss and END THISSSSSS 😫😫😫

LMAO OMKI JUST WOKE UP AND IS LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK 😟😟😟😟😟

hold up, few seconds ka rewind. waaah, shivaay ki tarah ab isse bhi Awareness™ chadhta hai when wife is hurt/in danger. 

mubarak ho on your new superpowers, omkiiii! they’re gonna make your life an anxiety-ridden hell, since YOUR wife wants to fight every third person she meets. 🙃🙃🙃

hubs be like AW HELL NO, NO ONE MESSES WITH MY CHIRAIYYA; HERE HAVE A KICK TO THE GODDAMN CHEST 😤😤😤😡😡😡

arre waaaaah. out in like a minute. omki toh bada chupaa rustam nikla! boy, take off that shirt so we can see what you’re REALLLLLLYY working with, body wise. you know, FOR RESEARCH. 😗😗😗

what “uthhhhhh balram”??? whoever hits the ground back-first loses. and he’s lost. fuck off now sadde hue tauji. 😒😒😒

haaaaaaaaaaaye. my sweeeetooooos. 💗💗💗

actualllllllly cryingggggg at omkiiiiii freely confessing that he couldn’t bear to see her get hurttttttttt. 😭😭😭😭😭

“shankarji ki tarah gusse mein aapki teesri aankh khul gayi.” 😅😅😅

JUST KISS ALREADYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY 😩😩😩😩

yes ok uncleji, thanks for your completely unsolicited validation but we just want the murti, so give us that and we’ll be on our way, thanks. 😒😒😒

rikara be like pyaaaaaaar? whaaat? no! we’re just roomies! with a lot of sexual tension. 😯😯😯😯😯

lmaoooo chubby has some new cockamamie scheme. 😆😆😆

hahahaha “investment”. sure. maybe ask your cambridge mba waala bhaiyya how investments actually work?????? 🙄🙄🙄