#please wacht this it is GOOD

[harrycollins]

Rise of Empires: Ottoman

Every empire has a beginning. Forged of blood, steel, fortune and conquest. In 1453, Roman Emperor Constantine XI and Ottoman Sultan Mehmed II wage an epic battle for Constantinople. 

Twenty-three armies have tried to take the legendery city. 

All have failed.

[lamefanfics]

Discovering A Siblings Pain

[AN: Hi! This is my first fanfic so I apologize if it’s written wrong or if the grammar sucks (I suck at grammar) But enjoy!]

Jake hadn’t slept well since netyam’s death. So when his kids are missing in the middle of the night he notices.

Jake had thought they’d be good, hell the kids didn’t have the energy to get any trouble after what happened. But not to his surprise he awoke to find Lo’ak, Kiri and Y/N gone. Y/N and lo’ak were expected but it must be something bad if Kiri went to. So, naturally after seeing tuk soundly asleep with his mate, he went to find them. Only they were doing something he didn’t expect, and something that made his heart sing.

He’d found them at the beach, sitting at the docks together, passing up his inner o’toko mato, he watched them. They all sat in a circle at the docks. “Everyone remover what we agreed on?” There silence told Kiri, she needed to go over the rules again. She scoffed “Seriously guys how many times have we done this?”Y/N let out a giggle as Kiri shook her head. Lo’ak tried to hide his smirk.

Both of them are lying.

“No matter what we say, weather it be something that mom and dad would love to know. We don’t tell, this stuff is private and it will stay with us three.” Y/N shuddered “Don’t mention mom, I feel like she come from behind with her bow” Lo’ak shuddered as well as Kiri sighed shaking her head. “Alright guys come on, let’s start it”. Jake was surprised to see that Lo’ak was the one keeping them on topic normally that was never good. They all gathered in a circle and locked pinkies.

What were they doing?

Lo’ak and Kiri hummed quitely as Y/N spoke “Oh great mother, Ewya we ask you to send us a gift just at night”

Oh there mother would come at them with a bow using ewyas name in vain.

Y/N paused swichting spots with Lo’ak “Give us his ears tonite, so he may hear us with alll our might”. Again Lo’ak went back to humming as Kiri spoke “Ewya, please great mother, giver of life give us netyam’s ears just for tonite”

Netayam?

Lo’ak was the first to move, letting out a breath “Can I go first tonite?” His sister’s nodded moving to there own positions kneeling and praying in a whisper. Jake wachted as his son pulled out a peice of paper from his loin cloth. “Hey bro, I know it’s been awhile…

Oh.

“Things are better” He continued “ I don’t hurt anymore, I stopped after tsyeray caught me” Y/N seemed to wince at that as Lo’ak let out a sad chuckle “You would’ve called a sxwang and given me a good smack. Trust me, she hits a lot softer then you did”

Oh no.

Jake felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach for two reasons. Lo’ak was hurt and didn’t come to him and that he shouldn’t be listening to this. This was there time, there grief and as sad as he was he wasn’t invited. It reminded him of when he stumbled into the home tree. But this was different “Dad isn’t so mean anymore, he was in the first weeks. Like he knew that I was the reason you were dead” Jake held back a wince of his own. As much concern he had for his kids this was there time to speak freely. So he told himself that he’d go back once they were gone and not tell anyone else about this. “I miss you, I hope you are enjoying ewya. Soon enough I will be old enough to mate” Lo’aks voice became shaky “I’d hoped to experience that with you. The relentless teasing would’ve been annoying..” his voice trailed off as he choked a sob. Jake wanted nothing but to run and hug his son. And it seemed like he wasn’t the only one. Y/N put up and arm as kiri moved to go hug him and shook her head.

Poor Lo’ak , It wasn’t his fault.

Lo’ak finished his letter with a lot more heaviness, something that made Jake have to hold back a sob as a tear rolled down his cheek. His sisters stood up once he was anoced he was finished and tackled him with a hug. “Your such a Sxwaung Lo’ak!” Y/N shouted as Kiri smacked the back of his head all three of them were crying. Including Lo’ak who howled with laughter. “Shush!” Kiri scouled the both of them bringing the sorrow full laughter to an end.

Shit, damn Kiri’s good instinct’s!

Jake froze, not daring to make a sound as his daughter scanned the beach. “What is it kiri? Did dad wake up to lecture us again?” Y/N teased witchy made Lo’ak hold back a chuckle. “No, I think I heard a fish is all” she said “Better not have been tuk, I hade to spend two hours convincing her it was a dream” Lo’ak complained “You are a very bad liar Lo’ak” Kiri teased. “ Salibo’s si waste ne. Ewya’s kindnesses wis ke’u last forever. (Siblings, do not waste time. Ewyas kindness will not last forever)” they both nodded at Y/N’s remark and kept going.

Smart kid.

They continued Kiri had her turn and so did Y/N, at the end they all thanked ewya and said there goodbyes. And by the end Jake sully had cried. He cried for his children because they had pain that they refused to share. He hated that.

Please ewya

He prayed, for the second time in his life time as a nav’i

Give me there pain, there to young to new to be so hurt please ewya.

They started to walk inside, he’d almost been in the clear, until Y/N spoke up. His second youngest, adopted from the currents of the forests was Neytiri liked to put it.”Give me a moment, I will be inside soon” Lo’ak was concerned “Are you sure Y/n? We could wait with you” kiri tugged at his tail playfully with a yawn. “Give her time and trust” kiri turned to her laying her hands on Y/N’s cheeks as there heads met. “Time and trust” Y/n agreed. And they left the young warrior outside.

I wounder why, please ewya don’t let her start crying

Jake had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed his daughter snaking up behind him. “Papa”

Oh shit.

He turned to meet her tear stained face “Yes, baby it’s me” he knew it was no use trying to fool the girl, she barely ever fell for horror stories. And she never fell for Lo’aks pranks. “We’re you out here the whole time?” She asked a slight hint of shame on her voice.

Oh hell no, no way she’s gonna be ashamed for that

“Yes I was sweetness and that was very beautiful” she seemed to perk up at that “You think so?” She had doubted his words since her brother, the first to truly see her passed. “It was very kind, very very kind” there was a silence before Y/N tackled him with a hug. “Oh my baby, my little ball of fire. You all did so well I’m very proud” he soothed. “You need to say that to Lo’ak more papa” he chuckled. Once His mate had told him that children are often copies of there parents. “Lo’ak is yours, but Y/N.. my sweet ball of fire. That one is mine” she was right, Y/N was like a mini version of her. Always outspoken and strong, so when these moments came Jake made sure to give her exactly what she needed. “I know I will” he promised, “No!” She pulled away “You can’t tell them anything about what you saw tonite, please papa” she asked him, she pleaded with him. “Alright, alright I wount I promise” Y/N took her father hand and locked his pinkie with hers the same way she’d done with Lo’ak and kiri. “Promie Ewya papa” she said “Promises the great mother you will not speak a word of what happened tonite”

Oh yeah this was definitely Neytiri’s kid.

“I promise Ewya I swear by her I will not speak a word of what I saw” Jake said holding his voice firm before pulling his daughter into another hug. “Papa! I can’t breath-!” He chuckled before squeezing her tighter “I love you Y/N so much, my little ball of fire” She snorted.

Jake didn’t tell anyone about what he saw that night but it didn’t stop him from squeezing the life out of kiri and Lo’ak the next morning. “Im very proud of both of you, I love you both so much” they had looked at him confused. “Are you feeling alright dad?” Kiri asked “Yeah, your crying” Lo’ak pointed out. “Yes, I’m more then alright,” he paused for a moment before getting another idea as he wachted Y/N sit down to eat. “Maybe once were all done with breakfast you three would like to go for a flight? Fill me in on what’s been going on with your lives” Jake sulky was not good at acting like he didn’t know things, luckily Y/N’s older siblings had much more on there mind then to question him.

Hey netyam

It’s Y/N

You’ll never guess what dad did.

[bucklemonster2]

Welcome to Our Dystopian Wonderland

(Nederlands beneden, Dutch below) Welcome to Our Dystopian Wonderland

Greetings my fellow capitalists and wishful dreamers! I have had a divine revelation that the secret recipe for success is simply working harder, which is why Jeff Bezos has initiated the 24-hour workday for his blessed employees. And let us not forget Mark Zuckerburg's latest initiative to bring peace and freedom of speech to the world - by selling your personal data of course! But wait – we mustn't overlook our good friend Ronald McDonald who generously supplies us with enough synthetic food products that we won't even notice as our bodies suffer malnutrition! In the end, who needs health when you can gorge on fast food and be a part of this capitalist paradise? Please remember folks that this email is intended to prompt reflection onto some serious issues related to labor rights, privacy laws, and public health policies. Humor can spark thought-provoking conversations without crossing boundaries with potentially disrespectful comments. Concept: Emilia Sameyn Writing: AI Eliza

Welkom in ons dystopische wonderland

Gegroet mijn mede-kapitalisten en wensdromers! Ik heb een goddelijke openbaring gehad dat het geheime recept voor succes simpelweg harder werken is, en daarom heeft Jeff Bezos de 24-urige werkdag voor zijn gezegende werknemers ingevoerd. En laten we het nieuwste initiatief van Mark Zuckerburg niet vergeten om vrede en vrijheid van meningsuiting in de wereld te brengen - natuurlijk door uw persoonlijke gegevens te verkopen! Maar wacht even - we mogen onze goede vriend Ronald McDonald niet over het hoofd zien, die ons genereus voorziet van voldoende synthetische voedselproducten die we niet eens zullen opmerken omdat ons lichaam lijdt aan ondervoeding! Wie heeft er uiteindelijk behoefte aan gezondheid als je fastfood kunt eten en deel kunt uitmaken van dit kapitalistische paradijs? Houd er rekening mee dat deze e-mail bedoeld is om na te denken over enkele ernstige kwesties met betrekking tot arbeidsrechten, privacywetgeving en volksgezondheidsbeleid. Humor kan tot nadenken stemmende gesprekken op gang brengen zonder grenzen te overschrijden met mogelijk respectloze opmerkingen.

Concept: Emilia Sameyn Geschreven door: AI Eliza

[kkusuka]

Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

 Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi. 

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw 

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

let me know what you want to see next

word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio  and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but  they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love. 

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon. 

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do. 

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation. 

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches. 

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments. 

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles. 

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?” 

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that” 

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut” 

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime 

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

Or 

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan” (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are! 

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday! 

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.) 

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck. 

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth. 

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

 Double penetration?

 Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats” 

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!” 

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason. 

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi! 

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life. 

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day) 

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am 

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go. 

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you. 

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart. 

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Or 

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do! 

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you. 

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes” 

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair 

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words. 

You defiantly knew Sakusa first. 

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope 

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner! 

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty) 

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.  

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you. 

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it” 

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain) 

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves) 

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet) 

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit. 

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming. 

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them. 

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit. 

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless. 

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you  two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come. 

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too) 

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that” 

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet) 

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime” 

I would do anything for these two- 

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

 You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them. 

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you. 

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all. 

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes. 

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation! 

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year! 

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much! 

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool. 

You make him a unique bento everyday! 

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw 

The way that both of them are into cockwarming- 

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it. 

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough  for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home. 

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum. 

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people. 

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants. 

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see. 

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha) 

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off. 

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they  knew what a slut you are” 

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important” 

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!” 

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest?  Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway. 

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro! 

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

 The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things. 

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections! 

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates! 

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night! 

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants! 

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm! 

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives. 

Nsfw 

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life. 

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto. 

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

 Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission. 

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :( 

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again! 

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad” 

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!” 

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.” 

[wife-of-magic-monkeys]

Hi can I have a daughter version of yandere Bruce and Tim please you know the ones where the reader has there lovers get away

Of course and after I do these two I'm going to do a couple more I got in my request and then I am making it a book. But I am not going to do Tim I don't really do him good.

Bruce Wayne

Cat women pov

I sigh looking at the one of the fake portal my daughter made to make Bruce and her brothers come to me next. Starfire,raven,Roy there have been hit frist but I do not know who alive and who not.

But we all think the same thing we must keep our kids and grandkids safe even if we die~

My bruce my bat the one I used to love is no longer there but this man of anger darkness and obsession

But then I realized something this is the true Bruce he would do anything for his family.

My daughter ( reader) my precious diamond is a victim of Gotham and so is my grandbabies

Her brothers and father and Grandpa are Yanderes of the night

I rember when I was giving birth to her and when I frist saw her in my womb but what shock us was she wasn't entirely human. But then I rember the book my mother gave me of our family.

Funny enough on my side of the family there was magic users and it been dormant for a long time but my daughter got it and I am so proud.

Bruce was so protective of our little one and when she was born as well.

But when he wouldn't take her as Robin like her brothers I put my foot down and told him to make her a robin or I will become a hero and make her my sidekick.

And I did just that and she became a great hero

Her hero name is catbat women

Because of her gift she has magic but also a mix of a cat bat and human and oh so beautiful.

And The love she has found he cares for her and is kind like her just on the magic side but he loves her.

But Bruce and the family hated him

I remember I had to make them feel bad to let her date him

But I never thought they would make something so wonderful that the bat man Dems a threat.

Falsh back

(reader) hi mom I am home where dad?

Selena you know where he is and Don't Tell me you brought shade

I don't want him to hurt him. And ready for our movie night!

(reader) no I didn't know dad does not like . And mom I am not here for moving night there something you need to know.

I remember crying when the one thing I was trying to deny was true Bruce my Bruce is a yandere for me and our child but I don't know if he is for me anymore but I know he is for our daughter.

And no he not romantic for our daughter but platonic.

(reader) and mom I am scard for my husband dad still doesn't know we mated and got merrid his way and sniff I am with kitten's

I am shock and hug her understand what she means I know he won't let her have this baby and stay with her lover.

But I trying to tell her maybe he will let her keep my grand kittens but when she tells me another shocking thing when she went invisible her father's say I know now I must keep her safe.

And when she tells me she scared for her sister's truns out the her sisters are in the same place.

Yes her nices are like sisters to her and her to them because she is the youngest out of the bunch.

Which I don't mind. But she did not tell them but when I hear that the other are going to have a family I know it time so me and my daughter make a plane.

There a world where they are welcome it where her husband from and his brothers.

So we plan I tell the others when over in code the boys thought it was us talking about them in embarrassing times but it was not.

(reader) mother if it a girl I am namein her after you.

She crying whily hugging me and I do as well

Darke : time to go I promise to keep her safe

I wacht them go though the the portal and it get suck in a mini black hole that my daughter made

I hold on to the picture of me and her holding it to my chest and walk to the fake portal

Flash back over

I hear foot steps and they sound very panicked

Catwoman: you did this Bruce made your path do not blame me for final doing what right for our daughter.

I slowly trun around and I now know my answer he no longer loves me nor his sons but what shock me the most is he holding the gun that killed his father and mother

Bruce: you took everything from me and my son's

And I don't regret what I am about to do

Next thing I know is a shot to my heart but knowing my daughter and granddaughters and great grandkids are ok I am ok with this especially the face he makes when he realizes the portals fake and explodes.

In the other world

Reader pov

Me and my older sisters hug and hold each other tightly

I will keep them safe and our kids with our husbands

But I know we are not safe not for a long shot so we all make planes and agreed to tell the kids when they're older. About our family

For now we can only do so much and we go to our New home. To prepare to keep our family safe

I hope you guys like it this is one of the post I be doing today!

Have a wonderful night and day 😘

[precisemuseum]

Moonlit Uncursing Tour!

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EPISODE 1 ― SPECIAL MISSION!

Location: Pwurp Island, A certain country's castle

Friede: I'm here for the "Special Mission" the king summoned me for, but it looks like everyone else's here as usual, huh...boing★

Hilda: I do wonder what cursed object we'll be investigating this time around...Hahaha!

Wacht: There it goes again... Hilda's "Curse of Perpetual Ever-Impending Laughter"...

Mappela: Whatever it is, I'm certain it's something he trusts us to handle. Let us do our very best!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...That's right.

Crowlas: Hello all, thanks for waiting. It seems like everyone's here. Mmhm, as usual, none of you look like my beloved little crows.

Wacht: Yep, all thanks to our five star, critically acclaimed curses...

Mappela: His Majesty bears the curse of "Curse of Perceiving Others As Crows"...

Though it has no effect on other cursed individuals, correct?

Hilda: In short, none of us look like crows to him... Pffhahaha!

Crowlas: That is correct. Well, I love my little crows with every fiber of my being, so my curse is more like a blessing for me, but...

Since you're all cursed and don't look like crows, it's a bit boring... I mean, unfortunate...

Wacht:Was that a slip of the tongue, or...?

Crowlas: Ahem! ...As that is the case, I have found a way...to break your curses!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ..

... ... ... ... ... ...What did you say?

Friede: Your replies sound so profound thanks to your curse, Eldur! Boing★

Mappela: You've looked into it just for our sakes, Your Majesty?!

Crowlas: Indeed... I've been toiling and searching, day and night, so I can finally see you as cr— I mean, so your curses can finally be undone.

Wacht: I'll just pretend that I didn't hear the part about crows... Thank you very much.

Friede: I'm a little touched, boing★

Crowlas: Haha, I haven't done much. I've merely compiled information regarding curses.

Besides, I can not break your curses. You must all do that yourself.

Mappela: O-ourselves, you say...? What must we do?

Wacht: I'd do anything for a good night's sleep... I can't catch a wink thanks to this thing.

Crowlas: Fret not, for I have prepared specialized methods to deal with your curses.

First, Hilda's "Curse of Perpetual Ever-Impending Laughter".

Hilda: Heeheehee, it's one weird curse, if I do say so myself...Ahahaha!

Crowlas: Eldur's "Curse of Delayed Speech".

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Yes.

Crowlas: Friede's "Curse of Attaching 'Boing★' To the End of Every Sentence".

Friede: This curse has made 'Boing★' super popular! Boing★

Crowlas: Wacht's "Curse of Insect Noises Ringing in the Ears Whenever Sleepiness Approaches".

Wacht: Yes... Hwahh... Even though I'm so sleepy, I can't sleep at all...

Crowlas: And lastly, Mappela's "Curse of Oozing Hands".

Mappela: Now that I've heard them all once more, I am beginning to think that having slimy hands is the most preferable curse of the bunch…!

Friede: You probably only think so because you've gotten so used to it... Boing★

Crowlas: I shall have each of you meet individually with someone who may be able to break your curse.

I dub this... the "Autumn's Thrills! Uncursing Tour[1]!"...

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...This suddenly feels more like a field trip...

Crowlas: Now then... I shall appoint Hilda as this tour's captain.

Hilda: M...me? Pffthahaha! Picking me as captain is way out there... Hahahaha!

Crowlas: You take your knighthood seriously, don't you? There's no doubt in my mind that you will pull through.

I shall grant you the map for this tour. You'll find the perfect person for dealing with each curse at the marked spots on the map.

Hilda: Huh? The first spot on this map is this very castle... Hehe!

Crowlas: That is correct! As it so happens, the first person has come to meet us. ...Now then, please step forth.

Tera: I am Tera. I've heard quite a bit about you…

Crowlas: This young lady has a poker face of steel! Perhaps if you try to mimic her, you'll find it more difficult to laugh, Hilda.

Hilda: Alright... Here goes! Pfft... Hahaha!

Tera: Focus your attention on me. Burn my expression into your memory.

Friede: It kind of looks like they're having a staring contest… Boing★ When it's over, why don't you meet my eyes too? ...Boing★

Tera: Now then, let us begin.

Friede: Seems I’ve met her cold shoulder instead... Boing★

A few minutes later...

Tera: ... ... ...

Hilda: ... ... ...

Tera: ... ... ...

Hilda: ... ... ...

Mappela: A...amazing! Dame[2] Hilda isn't laughing at all!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Does that mean it's working?

EPISODE 2 ― UNCURSING TOUR!

Location: Pwurp Island, the castle of a certain country

Tera: ... ... ...

Hilda: ... ... ...

Wacht: It's been a while since Hilda started this staring contest, but she has yet to laugh, huh...

Mappela: This seems to be working!

Friede: Let's just wait and see what happens...Boing★

Tera: ... ... ...

Hilda: ... ... ...

Crowlas: Is her face... starting to look a bit odd?

Hilda: ... ... ...Hehe...

Hehehe... I give up! The harder I try not to laugh, the funnier this gets!

Ehehehe... AHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Eldur: ... ... ...You seem to be laughing even more than usual.

Friede: Seems like that was a complete bust, boing★

Crowlas: Hmm, what a shame!

Tera: If you can't do it with me, you may want to test your staring mettle against Carro-chan[3]…

Hilda: EHEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHA! The more I try to stop it, the more I! Keep! Laughing! AHAHAHAHA!

Wacht: ...Thanks, but in this condition, she should probably call it a day.

Friede: So basically...the last laugh is on Hilda!!!! …Boing★

Wacht: Let's just move on...

Location: Pwurp Island, a certain research facility

Hilda: Uhm, ehehe. Next, there should be a potion around here to get rid of Sir Eldur's curse.

Witch: O~hohoho! Step right on in! Which of y'all's itchin' to knock back one of my home-brewed "Motormouth" Potion?

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ...Me.

Witch: Mmmm-hmm! Sure 'nough, your words are slower than a lost little snail, just like I've heard!

Alrighty then, take a big swig and drink it all in one go! Down to the very last drop, y'hear?

Eldur: *gulp gulp*

Mappela: Sir Eldur never fails to impress! He drank it all at once without a moment of hesitation!

Wacht: ...Now what'll happen...

Eldur: ... ... ...

Witch: I'm expectin' your review of its flavor to be quick on the draw, pew-pew-pew!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...

It-goes-down-smoothly,-but-the-color-and-taste-are-about-what-I-would-expect-a-Puyo-to-taste-like-if-you-melted-it-down,-as-it-is-overall-lacking-in-substance.

Friede: He only talks fast once he actually opens his mouth! ...Boing★

Witch: ...I see! So ya mean to say that this is a success in its own way! O~hohohoho!

Hilda: Ahahahahahaha! This doesn't fix anything at all...Hehehe! Ahahahaha!

Friede: So basically... Eldur’s still in last place!! ...Boing★

Hilda: Ahaha! Heehee... Next up is Sir Wacht! Let's go and try to lift your curse!

Location: Pwurp Island, the outskirts of a town

Hilda: 'Scuse meー! Is there someone here that can put Sir Wacht to sleepー? Pfft...

Mel: Hwahh... It's pretty weird for someone to want me to play a prank on 'em...

Hilda: You pull pranks on people by putting them to sleep with your, hehe, sleep magic, right? Tuck Sir Wacht in, if you please!

Wacht: I'm so sleepy! Really sleepy! Please give me some shuteye!

Mel: Kinda feel like puttin' a sleepy person to sleep isn't much of a prank...

...Whatever, helping people out every once in a while isn't so bad... Ugh, so sleepy...

Mappela: I can't help but yawn just watching these two...

Mel: Then, here I goo~... Hwahh...I've been feeling so sleepy when I use my magic, lately...

Wacht: I'm on my knees here! Please put me to sleep before those bugs start wriggling around again...

Mel: Zznzz…!

Hilda: Pfft... Hehehe! She fell asleep before she could put you to bed, Wacht!

Wacht: Huh?! Wait, hang on a sec! I'm still wide awake!

Hilda: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Wacht: Man, you're laughing way too loud! How can she sleep through all this rackeeet?!

Friede: So, basically... Looks like the only things that managed to drift off were Wacht's hopes and dreams... Boing★

Hilda: Hehehehe, ahahaha! Next up, let's head to Mappela's location!

Location: Pwurp Island, Downtown

Friede: I hate to say this when His Majesty’s been so gung-ho about everything, but…my hope’s dwindled to nothing, boing★

Hilda: Now, now, we've still got two places to hit up...hehe... Nothing to it but to do it!

???: Excuse me, excuse me! You there! Please come here!

Kikimora: The one holding the mace! Yes, you!

Mappela: Huh?! M-me...?

Kikimora: That's right! Give me your hands. I'll polish 'em until they're clean as a whistle!

Mappela: Y-yes! Gladly!

Wacht: Is this lady the person that's gonna lift Mappela's curse?

Hilda: Looks like it... Hehe. Would be nice if her slime really does go away!

Scrub-a-dub-dub...

The following exchange takes place offscreen.

Kikimora: Alright, finished!

Mappela: Incredible, my hands really have become sparkling clean! Now I can even shake people's hands!

Friede: Wow... They're spotless! Boing★

Eldur: ... ... .. ... ... ...Wait, look.

Mappela: Ah...Huh?

Kikimora: It's— It's all slimy again?! Stand still, I'll clean you up one more time!

24 cleanings later...

The following exchange happens onscreen once more.

Kikimora: Th...This is enough for today... I'll let you go now...

Mappela: Please, don't feel bad! You’ve done more than enough cleaning already!

Thank you very much, miss!

Friede: So basically...the cure's slipped through Mappela’s fingers!! ...Boing★

Wacht: ...Alright, Hilda, time for the next one.

Hilda: Last one is Sir Friede! According to the king's letter, hehe... Dancing somewhere underneath a beautiful moon, huh...?

Kikimora: There is a certain rumor I’ve heard around here. Something like, if you perform the "Moon-viewing[4] Dance" correctly, a miracle will occur…

Friede: A miracle...? That mysterious tale sure sounds different from everything else we’ve done, boing★

Mappela: If a miracle happens, then maybe the curse will be lifted!

Eldur: Let's just get going for now.

EPISODE 3 ― THE END OF THE UNCURSING!

Location: Pwurp Island, island outskirts

Friede: So we've arrived, but is this really where my curse'll be lifted...? Boing★

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: The map says, “Legend states that if you dance here, a miracle will occur.” Hehe!

Friede: I see... Wait, what's with the getup, Hilda? ...Boing★

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Heehee... It was part of the "Uncursing Tour Set" his majesty gave me... Ahahahaha!

Mappela: Why is Dame Hilda wearing it instead of Sir Friede...?

Wacht: Well, whatever. Go ahead, Friede, since we already came all this way.

Eldur: ... ... ...Mmhm.

Friede: Even if you tell me that, I've never done anything besides partner dances... Boing★

Dancing all on my own is outside of my field of expertise, boing★

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Well, then let me show you how it's done! Hehe.

Friede: I'll let you lead, Hilda! Boing★

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Hehe, ahahaha! (Hilda dances by rhythmically moving)

Friede: Boing★ Boing★ (Friede follows by mimicking her movements)

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Ahahaha! Nice job, Sir Friede, nice job!

Friede: Boing★ Boing ★

24 minutes later...

Mappela: They've been dancing for a while now, but I sense no sign of any miracle…

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Maybe you guys should dance too! Everyone! Hehe! Let's dance together!

Wacht: If more people join in, something might change... Well, there's no harm in trying.

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Yes, let's dance.

Mappela: Agreed! Let's all dance!

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Ahaha! Everyone's! Dancing! Hahahaha!

Friede: Boing★ Boing★

Wacht: Maybe moving around will make me less sleepy…

Eldur: ... ... ...This isn't so bad.

Mappela: The slime gets in the way a bit when I dance, but… This is so much fun!

Friede: Looks like the sun's finally setting and the moon’s coming out, boing★

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Sir Friede, Sir Friede! Look over there!

Look! Some rabbits have come out!

The rabbits inch closer, falling into a line behind the knights.

Mappela: Wow...! The rabbits have started to dance with us!

Wacht: I never imagined the rabbits would come out and dance with us... Maybe something will happen?

Friede: Is my curse going to be lifted...?! Boing★

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Let's keep dancing.

Wacht: Hahh... Gahh... I'm reaching my limit here...

Mappela: Ahh…! I'm tired out...

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Ahahaha! We got to dance with the rabbits, but nothing else happened!

Friede: I wasn't expecting much, so that's fine... Boing★

Wacht: Really? Even though you’ve had that bright twinkle in your eyes since we started?

Friede: Pretending not to notice is its own form of kindness, boing★

Besides… I am always twinkling brightly, boing★

The rabbits beckon the knights.

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Looks like they're calling out to us.

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Let's check it out! Maybe something will happen...hehe!

Friede: This is...? Boing★

Mappela: Wh-what a breathtaking landscape...!

The rabbits hop around happily, then leave.

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Oh my, my, the rabbits have up and left! Ahahaha! Maybe they were showing us the way?

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ..Seems like it.

Moon-viewing Letta: Good evening~! Here's your moon-viewing dango[5]!

Wacht: Moon-viewing dango?

Moon-viewing Letta: This location is quite famous for its moon! And today's the day of the harvest moon!

Though, you did well to make it here. Most normal folks can't get to this special moon-viewing spot...

Mappela: We all danced together, and some rabbits brought us here!

Moon-viewing Letta: The rabbits did?! That's amazing!

The moon-viewing rabbits around here are real shy, so they rarely come out!

It must be your guys' lucky day! I’m sure something good will happen to you!

Wacht: Ehh~ Really...?

Moon-viewing Letta: Since I've delivered your dango, I'm off to finish my next delivery. So long!

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Ahaha, if that's the case... The rabbits and this scenic spot were both miracles!

Wacht: Plus they guided us here, so maybe this is a good thing...?

Friede: ... ... ...

Mappela: Sir Friede…!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...How do you feel?

Wacht: Tell us how you're feeling!

Friede: My curse...

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Pfft, your curse...?

Friede: is lifted...?

...Boing★

Mappela: Oh my... How unfortunate...

Friede: I couldn't break the curse, but… the moon is beautiful, and I enjoyed dancing with everyone. I've had enough fun for tonight, boing★

Crowlas: I am quite pleased to hear you say that.

Wacht: Your Majesty?! When did you get here?! You even snuck a dango out from under our noses...

Crowlas: Be at ease, Wacht. Look, there's enough for all six of us, isn't there?

Wacht: No, that's not the problem here...

Crowlas: It seems that the results aren't quite there yet. I shall have to devote myself to investigating once more.

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... ...Thank you, your majesty.

Friede: The fact that you care is enough to make me happy! Boing★

Mappela: Agreed! And the dango is delicious. We even got to see the moon!

Crowlas: The moon truly is breathtaking... I am pleased that I could see it with you all.

We've all been working hard as of late. It's important to take a break once in a while, don't you agree?

Wacht: Your Majesty... You don't mean...that was your plan from the start?

Crowlas: Though, what I wanted more than anything was to gaze at the moon with you all as crows after lifting your curses~

Wacht: Again with the crows!

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: Pfft! Crows...! Haha, that really tickled my funny bone...!

AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA!

Moonlit Uncursing Tour?!

~ THE END ~

Moon-viewing Knight Hilda: We might not have dispelled the curse, but we had fun! Hehe!

Friede: Running amok like this is kind of unlike us! Boing!

Crowlas: Next time, everyone will be crows... *chew chew*

Wacht: Are crows the only thing you talk about?!

Mappela: It'd be nice to come back with everyone again!

Eldur: ... ... ... ... ... Yeah.

The title of the tour 呪い消しツアー is read as noroi keshi tsuaa in Japanese. 呪い消し (noroi keshi) sounds similar to the Accursed Knights’ group title, 呪騎士 (noroi kishi).

Mappela and Hilda refer to the other knights with the honorific “san”. We’ve localized this to Dame/Sir to denote their status as knights.

Carro-chan is a stuffed rabbit plush that belongs to Foehn, Tera’s teammate.

Otsukimi/Tsukimi has been localized to “Moon-viewing” here. The Tsukimi festival is a festival celebrating the harvest moon.

Plain rice dumplings traditionally eaten during the Tsukimi festival. They are typically arranged in a pyramid formation like in Letta's art.

[thebillyhargrove]

so i need littel help, I wanna have a movie Marathon day at Halloween. And just more to wacht, soooo what is your favorit scary movies? or movies for Halloween season? pretty pleas:3 Thank you, and have a good wahtever time.

i usually just watch whatever the girl puts on. and then 20 minutes in we end up fucking.. so.. i'm not a good person to ask for movie recs

ooc// BILLY IS A LOSER BUT I LOVE THIS QUESTION SO I'M ANSWERING IT. Super long kind of info-dumpy spam of movie recs below the cut! Happy Halloween!

My two favorite halloween/horror movies are Scream (1996) and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006). Scream is a classic, I don't have to talk about that one. But Billy and Stu are sexy and I love that the film subverts expectations by giving us 2 killers instead of 1.

TCM (2006) is a prequel to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003) and you could watch them in either order to be honest. They're both great. I just prefer 2006 because Thomas (Leatherface) wears a half-mask in that one so we get to see his eyes and his glorious hair. Sexy chainsaw man go brr. And naturally I love The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) because I love Bubba and Nubbins. And the door slam scene and the chainsaw swinging scene and the 70s fashion and the grab/hook scene. Ugh. Amazing. That being said, the ableism in the beginning it rough to watch if you're sensitive to it. Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2022) is kind of.. not great. It's watchable, but you'll probably not like any of the main characters and they made Bubba a Michael Myers clone which ruins his character. I'd say you probably won't like this one if you like the other TCM movies. If you like Halloween you might like it though? Watch this one first if you want to like it.. lmao.

I also suggest Hocus Pocus for a halloween movie because it's a classic and I love the witches.

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) fucking sucks; don't waste your time unless you're really dedicated to seeing Johnny Depp in a crop top for like 3 minutes.

The original Halloween is also bad in my opinion, I'd recommend the Rob Zombie remake instead.

Saw 1 and 2 are really good but don't watch them if you hate being stressed out or if you don't like gore. A lot of people say those movies are torture porn and I wouldn't necessarily say that for the first two, but there's still a lot of gore in them. Not as much as in the other ones but... you know. Needle Pit. The Mask. Reverse Bear Trap.

The Babadook is really good and scary. It's very psychological. Midsommar is good too but I wouldn't say it's scary? Like, outright? Us (2019) is super freaky, definitely watch that. Jennifer's Body isn't scary (to me), but it's sexy so for sure watch that one. Orphan (2009) is really good and a prequel just came out that is ALSO insanely good and I beg you to watch both. The Orphanage (2007) is freaky and I recommend that too.

Pan's Labyrinth isn't technically a horror movie but it can get creepy as fuck and is really good. The Dark Crystal isn't horror but it can also get creepy so that and The Neverending Story could be good to watch. If you watch those two, throw in Labyrinth (1986) as well. Add in The Last Unicorn too because it has a similar vibe as the rest of them.

Oh! Black Swan is fucking awesome too so watch that! It starts pretty normal and then slowly gets freakier and freakier. Same with Oculus, though people have mixed feelings with that one. The Ward is a movie that scared the ever-living shit out of 14 year old me. I don't know if it still holds up, but you can give it a go.

Train to Busan is pretty okay if you like zombie stuff. Warm Bodies isn't horror but it's also a zombie movie and one of my all-time faves. Fido I don't think is "horror" but I like that one too.

Okay, this is WAY too long so I'm stopping here, but if anyone else wants mun's opinions on horror movies, please ask.

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

To Love or To Lose

Sebastian Stan masterlist - Full masterlist

Summary: Antony convinced Sebastion to take a small vacation to Europe with him. In a mixup of sorts, they end up at the small town bar you work at. There’s a spark between you and Sebastian but they’re only there for a few days before they have to leave again. You’ll be damned if you let Sebastian go that easily.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3145

Author’s note: Hi, I wrote this very, very quickly at 1am because this was in my dream last night and I couldn’t get rid of it in my head. Yes, this is fully just a story I thought up for myself to insert myself in. I am Dutch. 

‘We’re lost.’ ‘We’re not lost.’ ‘Just admit we’re lost.’ ‘We’re not lost.’ ‘We can just use our phone-’ ‘We’re not lost!’ Sebastian sighs and looks around while Antony tries to figure out the cyclist map they bought in town. He’s sure they’ve cycled for miles but they must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere. Now they’re in the Dutch countryside, surrounded by fields and farms. ‘Oh, look at this.’ Antony pulls Sebastian’s attention back to the map. He points at a street sign and then to the street as indicated on the map. ‘There’s a town just a little bit away from here.’ ‘Good, let’s go.’ Sebastian hops on his bike faster than Mackie can fold the map and is almost down the street when Antony joins him. They are surprised by the fact that there is a huge intersection just around the corner. ‘I guess you were right,’ Sebastian admits. Mackie just laughs and presses the button for the traffic lights. They cycle down the street to a roundabout and decide to take the first exit even though it seems less busy. ‘We could have a drink,’ Sebastian points out when they pass a small, roadside café. ‘We’ll have a drink at the next one,’ Antony says, still a bit sour that they’re not where they’re supposed to be yet. And no more than half a mile later they spot the next café. ‘Fine,’ Antony sighs. They cross the street and set their bike’s in their respective places in front of the bar. ‘Must be a bunch of alcoholics in this town if they have two bars in the same street,’ Mackie jokes, knowing that half of the people won’t understand him if they aren’t paying attention.

The terrace is quite full but there’s space. They walk up to a small standing table that has a sign on it. Neither of them can read it but they suppose it means something like “Wait here for service.” They see a tall, lanky man with a beard and messy hair walk around the terrace, delivering drinks to the patrons. He makes eye contact with the two and nods at them to let them know he’s coming. ‘Ik kom zo bij jullie.’ A girl rushes past so fast that Sebastian barely gets the chance to look at her. She carries a tray full of tap beer to a table across the terrace with such ease that it looks like second nature to her. Antony nudges him. ‘What do you think she said?’ ‘Probably something about coming over here to help us?’ ‘Yeah, sure.’ Together, they watch the girl as she stands by a table with rowdy men giving her lusting looks and strange smiles. They’re quite obviously very drunk. Sebastian takes a second to take her in as she stands with her back towards them. She has her hair in a kind of half-up, half-down style and wears a copper wrap dress with white specks on it. From the side, Sebastian can see a tattoo peek out from under her dress. She wears white tennis shoes with creme-colored ruffled socks poking out of them. When she turns around with a smile on her face he can see her red lips and blushy cheeks. She walks incredibly fast for someone her height, though she is a bit taller than the average American woman she still looks quite short compared to other people around. ‘Wat kan ik voor jullie betekenen?’ She speaks in Dutch and then she does a double-take. There’s recognition in her eyes as she speaks again: ‘Oh, sorry. How may I help you?’ ‘We’d like to have a drink and some help with our map,’ Antony tells her. ‘Of course,’ she smiles and looks around the terrace, ‘I have a spot down there on the benches or a few under the parasol.’ ‘Seb?’ He takes a look around and finds a nice spot that doesn’t have too much sun but isn’t quite in the shade either. Plus, it’s a bit more secluded. ‘That one over there. Is that okay?’ She looks down at the paper in front of her and nods. ‘Yeah, that’s alright. Have a seat. I’ll be right there.’ ‘Thank you.’ ‘No problem.’ She runs back into the bar to do whatever she has to do. They sit down and watch her dart all over the terrace, stopping shorty to inform her colleague with the beard of something, and then walks over to them. ‘What can I get you?’  She smiles brightly at the two. ‘A beer please,’ Antony says. ‘Make that two,’ Sebastian adds. She nods. ‘Two beers, coming right up.’ And she’s gone again. Before she reaches the door, she seems to be stopped by a guest whose glass is still full. She talks to her briefly and while the woman talking to her seems very serious, she keeps laughing it off. All while darting short glances at them and then the woman she’s talking to points at them. Of course, Antony takes that opportunity to joke around. He points at himself with a questioning look as he catches the woman’s eye. She shakes her head and points at Sebastian. The girl waves it off and quickly runs inside. It takes less than a minute until she’s outside again and standing at their table. ‘What was all that about,’ Antony asks her as she puts the beers down in front of them. ‘Oh, she’s a regular and she was curious why she heard me talk English.’ ‘So why the pointing?’ Her cheeks turn bright red as she clutches her tray with two hands but the look on her face seems to tell a whole different story than her body language. She chuckles. ‘She knows my love life is a mess and she knows I fall for guys like you,’ she tells the two as she looks at Sebastian, ‘I might have to prepare you for her. She’s quite the woman and she’s tried to set me up with guests before.’ Antony laughs. ‘I’m sure we’ll be able to handle her.’ ‘You’re American, right?’ He nods. ‘I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle her.’ With those words, she walks away with a huge grin on her lips.

‘En?’ The woman looks anxiously excited for your answer. You laugh and wave her off. ‘Heb het niet gevraagd.’ I didn’t ask. ‘Waarom niet?’ Why not? ‘Hij komt alleen voor een drankje en ik ben aan her werk. Ik hoor niet met gasten te flirten.’ He’s only here for a drink and I’m working. I’m not supposed to flirt with guests. ‘Dus? Hij is je type en je bent al bijna een jaar niet uit geweest.’ So? He’s your type and you haven’t gone out in a year. You sigh and shake your head. ‘Ik ga hem niet uit vragen.’ I’m not going to ask him out. ‘Dan doe ik het.’ Then I will. ‘Be my guest.’ She gets up from her chair and limps over to the two Americans sitting across the terrace. You can’t help but watch what she’s going to do and your coworker joins you. ‘Wat gaat Sanne doen?’ What’s Sanne doing? ‘Ze gaat een date voor me regelen.’ She’s getting me a date. He looks over at the two men and looks a bit confused. ‘Wacht, zijn dat-’ Wait, are they- ‘Sebastian Stan en Antony Mackie. De winter soldier en de falcon.’ ‘Maar die zijn toch al veertig ofzo?’ Aren’t those two like forty or something? You shrug. ‘Sanne stond erop. Op deze manier laat ze in ieder geval even met rust.’ Sanne insisted. At least she’ll leave me alone for a while after this. ‘Je gaat ervan uit dat ze niet me je uit zouden willen?’ You’re assuming they wouldn’t go out with you? ‘Antony is getrouwd en ik ben vrij zeker dat ze beter dan mij kunnen krijgen. Er staan letterlijk modellen voor ze in de rij.’ Antony is married and I’m pretty sure they can get better than me. Modells literally line up for them. ‘Ze ziet er anders vrij tevreden uit.’ She looks pretty satisfied. We watch as Sanne walks back towards us with a victorious look on her face. ‘Tom, je moet haar vrij geven. Hij zei dat hij met haar uit zo gaan als ze zou helpen met hun kaart. Ze zijn verdwaalt ofzo.’ Tom, you have to give her the rest of the day off. He told me that he’d take her out if she’d help them with their map. They’re lost or something. You could sink into the ground right there and then. Tom checks his watch and seems to seriously consider it. ‘Ja, ga ze maar helpen. T is toch rustig.’ Yeah, you go help them. It’s not busy. Your jaw drops. Tom can be quite lazy and often keeps you on until closing so he doesn’t have to do everything alone. ‘Je maakt een grapje.’ You’re kidding, right? He nudges you towards the door of the bar, knowing that you’ll have to write down your hours and grab your phone before you sit down with them. ‘Nee, kom op. Dit meen je niet.’ No, come on. You’re not serious. ‘Y/n, maakt niet uit wat er gebeurt, dit is een geweldig verhaal om te vertellen op feestjes. Ga gewoon.’ Y/n, it doesn’t matter what happens, this’ll still be a great story to tell at parties. Just go. Sanne puts her hand on your shoulder as she says it. You sigh and take your loss. Or win. However you want to look at it. ‘Wat wil je drinken?’ What do you want to drink? Tom asks as he trails behind you into the building. ‘Doe maar een biertje.’ A beer would be nice. He nods and gets to tapping while you fill in your hours in the folder behind the bar and take your phone out of a drawer under the coffee machine. ‘Ik haat je.’ I hate you. ‘Tuurlijk.’ For sure. Tom hands you your beer and you head outside to sit down with Sebastian and Antony. You grab a chair and pull it towards their table. When you sit down, both men have an astonished look on their faces. ‘They actually gave you the day off,’ Antony asks, ‘all because your love life isn’t ideal?’ ‘You clearly underestimated how terrible my love life is,’ you joke. ‘Well now you’ve gotta tell us everything,’ Antony urges as he leans back in his chair. ‘I don’t have to tell you anything.’ ‘I’m supposed to take you on a date, so I would like it if you did tell me something,’ Sebastian says. ‘You really don’t have to,’ you tell them, ‘I know she’s a scary woman but she won’t kill you or anything. Besides, you won’t ever see either of us again once you leave.’ ‘That’s fair but this is a great story,’ Sebastian shrugs. You scoff and scoot your chair a little closer. ‘Sure. Now let’s see this map of yours.’

“We found it.” Sebastian sends the text and drops his bag in his room. It takes only a few seconds until you send a message back. “Yay, good job.” He smiles as he sits down on his bed and types his response. “Nah, that was all you.” “I wouldn’t be too grateful. I am going to cyberbully the shit out of you.” “Sure.” There’s knocking on his hotel room. He calls for the person to come in, knowing it’ll probably be Mackie and it is. ‘Hey man,’ he says and sits down in a nice chair across the room. ‘Hey,’ Sebastian replies, ‘you got a good room?’ ‘Great. Say, are you going to go back to take our tour guide on that date?’ Sebastian shrugs. ‘I was thinking about it but she’s quite a bit younger.’ ‘That’s what I was thinking,’ Antony says with a nod. ‘But I still think you should do it.’ ‘Hold on, why?’ ‘She said something on the terrace that kind of stuck with me.’ He gets up from his chair and walks over to the window to look out over the busy Amsterdam streets. He looks a bit disappointed by the view. He preferred the small town. ‘You will probably never see her again after you leave.’ ‘What?’ ‘She’s from a small town, she works in the town’s bar, no one has a clue who you are around there. And I saw how you looked at her. So why not take a chance? Best case scenario, you have a fun date. Worst case scenario, you have a great date and are stuck with feelings for a woman who lives across the world. Either way, she’s fun to be around.’ Sebastian is shocked for a second but Antony is spitting straight facts. Y/n was a joy to talk to while she was helping them figure out their next move and what does he really have to lose? ‘You’re right.’

~Two months later~

‘Sebastian, we heard you finally took a trip with Antony Mackie. Do you have any stories?’ The fan looks smug as she asks it like she knows something. Like she knows what he and Mackie know. He adjusts himself in his seat and puts the microphone to his mouth. ‘We went to the Netherlands and when you’re there you have to go cycling. We got lost and Mackie refused to use his phone to look for where to go so we ended up in a small local bar where the waitress helped us find out that we were actually cycling towards the wrong city. We wanted to cycle to Amsterdam and we ended up in Amersfoort.’ And then I fell for the waitress who showed us around the city to make sure we had a good time either way even if we could’ve just taken a taxi to Amsterdam. We stayed longer than we should’ve and I miss her. But he doesn’t say that. He couldn’t. ‘The waitress,’ the interviewer asks in disbelief, ‘she could speak English?’ ‘The Dutch are actually great English speakers.’ ‘Was the waitress cute?’ Sebastian laughs. ‘She was adorable,’ he says, trying to play it off as a joke, an exaggeration, ‘but she was really smart. She helped us figure it out and even helped us to get back to our hotel.’ ‘You didn’t sneak her in, did you?’ ‘Oh, no, no. She just told us what to do and where to go.’

Sebastian walks through his apartment when his phone goes off. He checks the screen to see Mackie’s name pop up and he sighs. He knows what he wants to talk about. The interview went up just an hour or so ago. ‘I know,’ Sebastian says as he presses his phone to his ear. “Just for good measure, I’m going to tell you anyway. Call her.” ‘I can’t do that to her.’ “To her or to yourself?” ‘It’s too much of a distance. Even for long-distance.’ “She told you she’s thinking of moving to Canada.” ‘Doesn’t mean she’ll move here with the probability of a relationship. And a relationship in the spotlight.’ “So you’re going to deny you felt something?” ‘I’m not going to deny it, I just-’ “You’re going to bottle it up until it eats you alive in hopes of losing feelings.” Antony sighs. “Seb, this girl was made for you.” His phone starts beeping. ‘Hold up, I’m getting another line.’ “Sebastian, don’t-” He hangs up and picks the other call up without checking who is calling. He just wanted to get rid of Mackie for bothering him about Y/n again. ‘Hello?’ “Oh, hey.” Sebastian freezes at the sound of your voice coming through the speaker. “I didn’t think you’d pick up this fast. I need some help.” ‘From me?’ “Yes, I seem to have taken a wrong turn while cycling to Amsterdam.” She giggles softly. “And now I’m lost in New Amsterdam.” ‘New Amsterdam?’ He feels his stomach tingle at the words but he isn’t sure if she’s hinting at what she’s hinting at. “No, wait, they don’t call it that anymore. New York.” ‘You’re in New York?’ “Yeah, some dude with a gap in his teeth dropped me off in front of an apartment complex in SoHo but I think I’ve been scammed.” ‘In SoHo?’ He rushes to his window, struggling to open it with one hand. “Yeah, you know anyone who might have a place for me to rest my head until I figure out how to get back?” He finally pulls the window open and sticks his head out to look down and there you stand. You smile up at him and wave. “Oh, there you are,” she says through the phone. ‘I’ll be right down.’ He doesn’t waste another second. He pulls on his shoes on his bare feet, hopping as he goes. Snatches his keys from the table and sprints out, not really caring that he looks a mess. He runs down the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator, and bursts out the door. You smile at him and he freezes, suddenly realizing you’re really here. ‘Wow,’ he mumbles, ‘it’s you.’ ‘Hey,’ you say as you bite your lip. He leans in slightly and then Sebastian becomes awfully aware of the prying eyes on the New York streets. He wants to hold you, kiss your lips, but he can’t on the street. Not when you just came here. ‘Come in,’ he says as he starts to usher you inside. He walks you to the elevator and presses the button. It opens right away and the two of you step inside. He notices you study his face and he feels himself getting nervous. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Trying to figure out if you’re actually happy to see me or just scared that I’m a stalker.’ ‘I’m happy to see you,’ he tells you as he suppresses a smile. You don’t. You smile brightly as you take his hand. The feeling is familiar and yet a little nostalgic after being apart for two whole months. ‘I’m happy to see you too.’ The elevator door opens and he shows you to his door. It’s only then that he notices you don’t have anything with you. ‘Did you jump on a plane like this?’ ‘No, I got a hotel room just in case I read you all wrong when you left.’ You take off your shoes as you step inside, something you also did at your own place when you took him home. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. ‘You didn’t’. Your arms slide around his neck as if they’re meant to be there. He slowly dips down and presses a kiss to your lips. ‘Good, ‘cause you’re stuck with me two weeks.’ ‘And after that?’ ‘I either introduce you to my parents or I go back.’ ‘Go hard or go home.’ ‘Exactly.’

[mysinsforbts]

Be careful what you wish for~

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY Namjoon!~ 💜)

Dom! Namjoon lion hybird x Sub! (female) reader

Semi Hybrid au, Friends to lovers

Rating: 18+

About: Namjoon and you always had been friends because your parents knew each other, you played together in the sand, went to school together, studied together but you had no idea that you also would spend your lives together. As you and Namjoon became roomates, things start to get serious. He noticed his crush on you, while you had to deal with his heat and your hormones. You kept your fellings a secret, while he acts without thinking. Holidays were happening and than Namjoons heat broke out.

Warnings:  semi angst, mentioning of death, cursing, Smut, dirty talk, masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral (female), possessive behavior, bareness, ass spanking, hickeys, marking, biting, breeding kink, Dom!Namjoon, Sub!Reader, Daddy kink, begging, teasing, overstimulation, squirting, size kink, window sex, Semi publix sex, rough sex, eye contact, (It's just a lot okay lol) (Let me know when I forgot something~)

(I hope the time-jumps aren't to bad! Sorry for gramma mistakes! Please enjoy~ 💜)

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"Y/N meet Namjoon, today is his birthday so be nice to him okay?", is what your mom told you back than. You saw a boy maybe 8 years old, wachting a tv show. Carefully walking towards him and sitting next to him you said, "Hello, what are you watching?". The birthday boy turned smiling to you, "Friends", he said before mustering you interesterd in who you are and where you came from. His dimples catched your eyes and you decided you liked them. "Do.. do you want to watch with me?", he asked gently, smiling at you. You nodded and turned to the tv. 'I like him!', you thought.

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>> 7 years later <<

You went up the stairs infront of Namjoons house and ringed the bell at the door. A bit later a boy, 15 years old came out, still looking tired, "I couldn't even finish my coffee. Why are you so stressed today Y/N?", joonie, your best friend asked. You laughed and pulled out a book from your bag, giving it to him, "Happy Birthday Joonie. Isn't that the book you always wanted to read?".  As he took the book from your hands, you saw him smiling. His dimpels, that you liked so much were showing. Before noticing what's happening, joonie hugged you, "GOSH! Thank you so much! I mean it Y/N! I couldn't find that book anywhere, where did you buy it?? No! Don't tell me! I-", as he rambled on, hugging you tightly a sound of a dump was heard. Than you realised the book had fallen down in the rain, "No! No! Shit!", you heard him curse while letting you go, picking the book up and running, in a hurry, back in his house to dry it.

You stood outside and laughed. 'I like him so much', you thought.

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>> 6 years later <<

You moved out of the car and brought the last bag up the stairs, putting it infront of your door. Thanks to your university you had to move farther away from home. But finding something for you was difficult, everything was expensive. Than your smart best friend, Joonie had the idea to share one apartment as roomates. At the beginning you weren't sure about the idea, after all you had a crush on Namjoon since the last year of highschool. Beeing around him 24/7 would be hard on you. But your parents had other ideas. "Thank you for helping me", you smiled at your parents, who got back in the car. "No problem honey~ Don't worry to much, as long as it's with Namjoon there is nothing wrong with it!", your mum loved Joonie, but is that a suprise? Namjoon is handsome,tall, smart, funny and friendly. No other boy that you had met was like him. "Thats right! Namjoon is smart, he can help you with your studies and he promised me to take good care of you. From man to man!", your dad laughed at his last comment. Your mum just sighed and looked at you, with a nod that you should go. You said goodbye and went up the stairs. As you came to a hold infront of your door, you noticed that your bag was already inside. A shock overcame you and you opened the door to your apartment. In that bag was Joonie's birthday present, what if he breaks it??

You closed the door and walked in the living room, with the small kitchen. So in panic you just ran through the room and bumped into Namjoon's back, who made coffee. He got scared and looked at you confused, catching your shoulders so you didn't fall, "What are you doing?", he asked with a teasing smirk on his face. "Where is the bag? The bag that was infront of the door?", you rambled and looked around for it. Joonie looked at you concerned before answering,"In your room, but why-". Not letting him finish you just ran off in your room, checking on the bag. Well it looked fine.. Namjoon kneed next to you. Looking concered at you, than at your bag, "Why did something got stolen?". Busy opening your bag and taking the 'thing', which was wrapped into paper out. You sighed and shook your head. Carefully opening the paper and looking at the beautiful candle glass that you bought for Joonie. It was exactly his style and would fit perfectly to him."I thought it would break. I was so scared that it would shatter", you looked up at him and laughed, "No offense Joonie".His eyebrow raised as he laughed than too. Shaking his head he stood up and walked back into the kitchen, "I made coffee precious, come here have some~", the birthday boy said. 'Precious' that was your nickname from him since highschool. You loved it, it made your heart beat faster.

Standing up while taking the candle glass and the card you wrote for him with you, you walked back into the kitchen. Joonie put the cups down on the table and sat on one of the chairs. You sat down too and smiled at him, "Happy Birthday Joonie", gently you put the candle glass on the table. "I also wrote something for you, read it later~", you nodded towards the card while taking a sip from the coffee. Enjoying to see his dimples after such a long while. After highschoole ended and the holidays started you hadn't really seen each other, but now you would see each other everyday. Of course you were excited and so happy to have him around, but also very nervous. Joonie walked around the table and hugged you, hiding his face in your neck, "Thank you! This candle glass is so beautiful. How do you always know what I like?". You felt him smelling your neck, it was nothing new. After all he was a lion hybrid, what you forgot sometimes since you never talked about it openly. Namjoon didn't like talking about it. All you knew about him in this subject, you knew from his mother. Namjoon's mother was a kindhearted person. She trusted you and knew you liked his son but she also knew that it was difficult to be together with a hybrid, since they have to find the right partner to be with them forever. So what if you weren't the right one? Would Namjoon be unhappy than?

That is why his mother told you everything. She wasn't his real mum. His parents adopted him as he still was a hybrid baby. Joonie didn't know his real parents. He also never had friends besides you. His mother was thankful for everytime you protected him as he got bullied in school. Namjoons live wasn't easy. It never had been easy. Neither was it easy as his mother got in a bad accident 2 years ago. Since her death he became a lot quieter and more serious. But to you he seems still the same, he hasn't changed much while beeing with you.

Of course he hasn't, you were his light. You made his live happier. But you never saw those looks he gave you, the looks of someone who also liked you.

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>> Today <<

It already has been 1 year since Namjoon and you lived as roomates together and nothing changed. Actually a lot changed. You two were still best friends but closer than ever. Namjoon also met new friends. 6 boys, who did go to the same university as you do. You already met them, they're all nice, funny hybrids. 'Crazy what kind of suprises live throws at you sometimes', you always thought thinking back on how they met.Namjoon wanted to join the music club since he always had a talent for writing lycris and rapping, and so did the other 6 boys. Out of different reasons, but they all had the same goal. Wanting to make music,wanting to do what they love. You also met 'army' your best friend next to Joonie. Army and you went almost to every class together and decided to become friends. Often you all spend time together.

But now we had holidays, everyone had their own time to kill. Army went home to her parents. Some of the boys were here, some of them went home. Namjoon and you spend time together in your apartment. Like now..

It still was before noon but you sat happily chating at the table, eating your breakfast. "Did you read that book already that I gave to you last month?", he asked while slurping on his coffee. You tilted your head, "You mean the one about the 'map of the soul'? Didn't I give that back to you? Saying it was to complicated?", you took another bite from your pancake."Ahh true! You did.. But listen Y/N it isn't that complicated! Look it's just about the shadow,the ego and-", joonie tried to explain but you cut him off with a giggle."What??", he asked now pouting. You leaned over the table and caressed through his hair, "I know you're smart and you love theorys and storylines but I'm very bad at that. You should know Joonie~". Than you stood up and started to clean the kitchen. Namjoon stood up and hugged you from behind, hiding his face in your neck, "You're smart too! Let me help you precious~". You could feel your heart beat faster but tried to sound normal, "Please do~", giggling nervously you continued to wash the dishes. One thing that hasn't changed, was your crush on Namjoon. It got even worse, you were actually so in love with him.

Tomorrow was his birthday. You had to plan something special. So while laying on the couch in the living room you were so lost in your thoughts, that you didn't realise how Joonie cuddled next to you. Laying his head on your chest, hugging you gently he looked at you. Just enjoying your calming nature, your warmth and your whole beeing. You were his safe place, you were always there. You were his home, so it was just normal that he wondered what you could be thinking about. Everytime he looked at you, his heart were going crazy. You were his Love. Opening your eyes, you felt Joonie softly breathing against your neck. You both must have fallen asleep. Laying one hand on his back, you started to caresses over his back muscles. Than all of sudden you heard him growl and grab your hand in his, "Don't tease me!". You laughed in his ear, "Is someone ticklish here?", while caressing over Joonies back with your other hand. He got up on his knees and tried to grab your other hand. Noticing it before he could act, you moved your hand above you. Namjoon tried to grab after it again and started to laugh as he missed. "To slow~", you teased him and pushed his hand away. Trying to get your other hand free in the progess you pushed him slightly off the couch. As Joonie looked at you with his 'death' glare you bursted into giggels and laughs. The wrestle fight between you two continued for a few minutes longer, as like almost everytime something awkward happened.

The two of you had so much fun wrestling, enjoyed the laughs from the other that you didn't notice how close you two had become. Yours were so close to Namjoon's face that you could feel his breath on your cheek. One wrong move and it was done. Joonie finally managed to grab both your hands and grinned like a child that just got sweets, as he noticed the feeling of his lips. They were pressing against something. You stopped to giggel and just layed there, not moving at all. Your brain had left the chat. Your heart was out of control. You two kissed. Without a second thought you closed your eyes, not wanting to meet those of your crush yet. Scared what you would see, scared how he would react. Unsure about what to do you didn't make a move. Than you felt how Joonie's lips continued to kiss yours, it felt gently, soft with a bit of insecurity. Your heart jumped happily and made you kiss him back in the same way. Namjoon still held your hands in his, now pressing them over your head. It didn't hurt, it felt good, dangerously good.

After a few seconds of passionatly making out you heard Namjoons phone go off, that layed on the kitchen table. Both shocked, acting like children they just got caught by their parents doing something forbidden you jumped apart. Joonie stood up, the blush on his face clearly visible, "U-Uh..Sorry Y/N..I..I will look who it is", he said, quickly walking over to take his phone call and to stop the annoying ringtone. As Namjoon was out of the room your brain started to work again. 'WHAT JUST HAPPENED??', you asked yourself,slight panic overcame your body and you stood up. You needed a shower now! You just took your towel with you and went to the bathroom. While opening and closing the door you were so busy thinking how to behave infront of your best friend now, you forgot to lock the door.

'Best Friends huh?', you thought while starting the warm water. 'What are we now? Best friends don't do this kind of stuff! Maybe Best friends with benefits?..No No! We didn't go that far!’, while showering your mind all of sudden started to imagine Namjoon's body infront of your eyes. You saw him a few times walking around without a shirt, he looked so good. Those arm muscles were something else. You often thought about him lifting you up, pressing you against the wall, fucking you against the-.. 'STOP! Get it together Y/N! You can't go crazy just because of one kiss!', you shook your head, trying to forget those thoughts. 'Well it was more like a make out not just a kiss! But his lips felt so soft and the way his strong hand was holding both of mine..', you sighed and almost got teary eyed. You still had no idea how to look in Namjoon's eyes ever again. Lord.. this was so awkward.

After you were done you moved out of the shower door, grabbing the towel. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and a shirtless, just in boxers Joonie was standing there. Mouth agape, eyes almost falling out, blinking a few times and not moving. He just stared at you.

You stared back at him, forgetting you were naked. You couldn't help but to check this fine man out. He was perfect, from his hair to his legs. Namjoon always had a beautiful body. You knew since you saw him back in highschool on the pool. Oh boy, you never would forget this day. The day your crush on Namjoon almost got exposed. Back than you thought it was just a crush, it would go away soon. That was why you behaved openly about it, lucky for you Namjoon was still oblivious back than. He never noticed the looks you gave him, the compliements you made him or the way you got jelaous over other girls. On that pool day you were so excited to see Namjoon shirtless  without it beeing weird or awkward. But that feeling was short lived as you saw another girl make out with him in the corner. All your hope got shattered in one second. You didn't know what you had expected, you were just a friend.

Later on you didn't talk to Joonie for 3 days. He always wanted to talk to you, worried what was wrong but you avoided him. After a week you slowly talked again and everything was normal. From him you got to know about his first heat and that he had it with that girl he made out in the pool. You came to the conclusion never to speak about your feelings to him. You weren't a virgin either so you couldn't blame him.

You lost your virginity to one of your friends, Namjoon's friend. Hoseok. He knew about your love towards Namjoon. Everytime you got hurt Hoseok was there. One day, you were so down from seeing Namjoom with this girl that you were crying in a corner were nobody saw you. But someone did. Someone saw you. For someone you were all he could see. To Hoseok you were a Sunshine, beautiful, bright and all he could see. Hoseok found you in that dark, lonely corner and helped you out of it, out of that party. Well, after that Hoseok helped you to make Namjoon jelaous but instead of solving your crush, you slept with Hoseok and had a short realtionship with him. 3 months than it also was over because Namjoon lost his mother. Of course you were at his side, day and night, 24/7, not caring for anyone else at that time. You didn't even care for yourself. You were starving for him. It was unhealthy, Namjoon felt horrible and so did you. All that came to your mind as you saw Joonie standing there shirtless.

Step. Step. Step. You heard Namjoon moving towards you but you didn't move. Paralyzed from the emotions you felt. Frustration,shy, sad but also hot. It was so hot, you could feel how your clit pulsed. "You will catch a cold precious~", joonie said in a soft but deeper voice than usually. He wrapped the towel around you and started to dry your hair gently. Not saying anything else, just helping you calm down, finding your braincells again. "Didn't you bring clothes to change?", he asked looking at you. You shook your head, holding the towel tighter against your body. Joonie laughed, "You're so cute.. I will bring you clothes, wait here~", he said while walking out of the bathroom. Sitting down on the bathtub you waited for him to come back. 'Did I just get horny from him seeing me naked?', you thought, feeling yourself get wet. You couldn't help yourself but to let one hand wander under the towel, caressing over your wet pussy. Playing a bit with your clit, not thinking about Namjoon who could come in any second. You were so turned on. As you heard the door opened you moved your hand quickly back to the towel, looking the most innocent as possible.

"Here, wear that. Its mine.. but I didn't know what to bring you.. all I could find was panties and some socks", joonie stuttered while holding towards you a white shirt and some boxers. "T-They are washed and comfy..", he said while looking at you smiling a bit. You took them and smiled back, "Thank you~". Than you just stared at each other. You didn't wanted him to leave but also didn't wanted to make the situation more weird than it already was. "C-Can I.. Can I help you?", he asked all of sudden while scratching the back of his neck. Looking shy, so adorable. At your confused look he repeated himself more clearly, "Can I help you.. putting your clothes on?". Your mind went blank but you nodded. 'What?', you asked yourself at the same time. 'No! Not now.. I need to go to my room', you bit your lip but your body didn't move a bit. As soon as you felt Namjoon's hands on your shoulders you threw every thought of not wanting this out of the window. You wanted him to touch you. Namjoon carefully started to dry your back with the towel until he reached your ass. Without asking he just grabbed your ass in his big hands and massaged them dry too. "Turn around", he whispered in your ear, his voice gave your chills it sounded so deep. Listening to him you turned around, now your face against his chest. Your eyes looked away to not get caught of beeing horny af.

Namjoon started to dry your shoulders and moved down, grabbing your breasts through the towel and gently rubbing them dry. You tried your best to act normal but failed, as a moan past your lips as he massaged your nippels through the towel. Namjoon didn't stop, he rubbed your stomatch dry and moved down to your thighs, leaving the rest of your body visible.

Biting your lip at the sight you had, Namjoon kneed infront of your thighs, on the same height as your pussy was. The thought alone of him eating you out, almost made you moan again. He rubbed your legs dry and than all off sudden you heard a growl and felt his head pushing between your thighs.

'He is a hybrid! Of course he would smell it!', than it came to you. That's why he was acting like this. Namjoon was about to go in his heat. That all makes sense now. But before you could give it more thought you felt backwards, almost falling into the bathtub. You catched yourself against the wall and couldn't help but to let out another moan. Joonie started to lick against your clit. If you didn't stop him he would eat you out and for sure regret it later. Hybrids in heat tend to lose theirselves in their lust and desire. But that wasn't as easy as you thought, since you were wet as well. Your body screamed for more.

"You taste so good Y/N~ Your smell drives me crazy! Let me have more?", joonie leaned away, looking up at you with blown eyes. Before you could answer you felt one of his fingers gently push into your hole, "You're so wet without me doing anything. You want this too right?". Than he removed his finger and brought it back up to his lips and licked it. "Mhh~", he sucked on it, smirking as he was standing up. Your eyes were now on the perfect height with his crotch. The outline of his semi hard cock was already visible on his boxers. "See? You did this to me Y/N!  Since 1 year you tease me and made me wait. But I can't wait anymore! I want to have you as mine~ Please let me have you?", Namjoon asked while rubbing his hand against the outline of his cock. What should you do? You wanted him, like he wanted you. Your hole was clenching now that it had a taste of what it could have. Taking a deep breath you made your descion, "Let's move to the bed first okay Joonie? I'm a bit uncomfortable here~", you said while trying to stand up.

Namjoons ears, that caught your eyes now like how for the first time you saw them, twitched up at your words. Your struggle of standing up ended as his two strong, buff arms lifted you up and carried you out of the bathroom. Your legs moved around his, as you hugged him and enjoyed the touch. You could smell his perfuem, he smelled so good.

Than you felt a spank at your bare ass, "Don't get to comfortable there princess~", he teased, half growled while walking into his room, not closing the door. Namjoon carried you over towards his bed, on the window. He dropped you and leaned over you, starting to kiss you again. This time it felt different, it felt wanted, desired and passionated. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, laying your arms around his back. Caressing through his hair you felt his lips move down your neck, kissing it, sucking it and leaving a few hickeys on it. Than he kissed down your chest, leaving hickeys here and there too, while Joonie's hands gently massaged your breasts, circeling your nippels. The moment you felt a tug on one of your nippels you moaned and qickly bit your lip afterwards. You enjoyed that feeling so much that your nippels got hard, rubbing your thighs together and moaning as he pressed his lips to one of your breasts, sucking on the nippel. You tossed your head from one side to the other. Joonie's lips felt so good on your skin. You loved beeing marked, you loved beeing his.

After all this years, where you made yourself cum over and over again while imagine this situation, you finally could make it reality. You for sure looked fucked out, eyes blown wide, hair messed up, hickeys everywhere, nippels hard and your pussy was dripping wet.

"P-Please more Joonie~", you whined as he still played with your nippels. Namjoon looked up to you and what he saw made his dick just harder. You looked so good under him, he would ruined you more. His dick painfully pressed against his boxers at the thought of finally taking you. Finally you would be his. Not Hoseoks! His! How he hated the thought of seeing you with him. Namjoon liked Hoseok, they're friends. But he never would forgive himself for noticing the love he felt for you not sooner. For leting Hoseok having you first. Now you would be his! His forever. He wanted to breed you one day, but now it was to early. "Be carefull what you wish for princess~", he said while kissing down to your legs, spreading them gently. "Your smell is driving me insane. You're so beautiful!", he growled and started to kissing your thighs, leaving hickeys all over them. Namjoon moved one finger through your slit, to your hole and started circeling it. He loved to see you whine and beg under him. His dominace came out to play, in such times. You loved his dominate side. Or how would army call that? Duality! Yes! You loved his Duality!

"What do you want precious? You have to tell me otherwise Daddy doesn't know~", joonie whispered against your clit, he gave it a gently lick. You moaned, wanting to close your legs. Joonie held them open and did the same thing again. "Is that what you want? Want me to lick your clit? To suck it and flick it with my tongue until you are sore?". He did it again, this time adding more pressure on your clit. Your legs started to shake as you moaned louder, "Please daddy!~ Please put your fingers in me! Play with my clit!", your voice gave out as you begged. Namjoon growled and pushed his head in your cunt. At his limit to control himself any longer, he pushed 2 fingers gently in your hole and let you adjust to them. His tongue sucked your clit and flicked it all few seconds. He loved your moans, the way your legs were shaking and your walls clenched around his fingers. After a few seconds he started to move his fingers in and out at the steady pace, which got faster in minutes. Joonie tried to thrust them as deeply as possible, making the 'come here' gesture. You couldn't help but to moan loudly, your mind was blank, the only thing you could think off was Namjoon and his long fingers. The only thing that you could hear was your moans and the wet, dirty noises from your pussy. Namjoon's fingers fucked you at a insane speed. You were so close, your legs started to shake more. You caressed your hands through his hair. "Are you close princess? You're clenching so much! Cum! Cum on my tongue! Let me taste you~", he whispered as sucked more on your clit, biting it slightly, carefully. Than you just saw white, something in you snapped and you let your head fall into namjoons pillow. You just came, all over namjoons tongue and fingers,even the sheets were wet. You squirted.

"Did my precious girl just squirt for me?", Joonie said while looking up at your hard breathing face. You tried to calm down, to figure out what just happened but you had no chance as Namjoon moved his fingers slowly again. "I wonder if you can do that again? You came so quickly, maybe you can squirt again? Come on! Show me your dirty side precious~", joonie sounded not like himself. It was the lion speaking. The lion that he hold back for all those years finally was free now and it wanted everything you could offer.

Namjoon flicked your clit once again, sucking on it a bit more. His fingers thrusting into you at a faster speed. You didn't know what do to with yourself other than just to moan and push your cunt against his fingers, wanting to feel more. "You want even more? What a naughty girl you are! Are you that needy to be filled? Than come on! Take one finger more~ I will fill your needy hole!", joonie pushed one more finger in your dripping pussy. All three fingers were moving deep inside you, while the flicks on your clit just got more intense. Than your eyes rolled back and you came again. All over his fingers, more wetness dripped down your ass  over to the sheets. "What a good girl you are! You deserve to have my cocķ! But let me clean you up first precious", namjoon said as he removed his fingers from your hole and licked them clean. Joonie leaned down and started to lick your hole , "You made such a mess~ Everything is wet because of that needy pussy of yours~", he slightly pushed his tongue in your hole, moved it around a bit. You whined and bit your lip as you felt his tongue inside, moving deeper. It felt so good but also so new to you.

After a few seconds he leaned away and moved away from your cunt, "Are you ready to get owned by daddy? Are you ready to be filled precious?", joonie asked while removing his boxers. His cock jumped out and your eyes grew wide. It was huge. You wanted to have it in your mouth, you wanted to suck him off. Just as you were about lean up, Namjoon pushed you down in the matress again, "Next time princess! I can't wait anymore! I need to feel your thight walls around me! Get ready precious Daddy will push his cock into you now~". You could feel the tip of his dick sliding up and down on your cunt, as he looked at you. "Look at me when I take you! Look into my eyes as my cock spreads you apart! I want to see your face when I pount into you and hit your sweet spot~", joonie moaned and grabbed my chin, to make me look at him. You got fluestered as you saw his eyes, dark and wild but beautiful and full of love.

Soon you felt his tip pushing into you, before with a 'plop' his whole, huge cock was inside. You felt so full, but in a good way. Even if it's burnt a bit in the beginning, after seconds you just felt incredible pleasure. The need to be fucked, to be ruined. "P-please move joonie~", you moaned while he leaned over you. Namjoon grabbed both of your hands and pinned them over your head,he hold them together without even trying. "I told you to be carefull with what you wish for precious~ Now you gonna get it!", he growled and started to move his hips in a hard and deep pace. You throw your head back again and moaned at the feeling. Namjoon hit your g-spot everytime he thrusted deeo into you. Your walls felt so warm and clenched around him. "Do you feel this?", he asked while giving one hard thrust, hitting your g-spot. "Next time I will breed you and fuck my seed deep inside your pretty pussy", he growled while getting faster and leaning down, kissing you. You couldn't help but to scream at his new pace, kissing him back passionatly. You were close, you would cum for the third time today. With him now pounding into you, having his eyes closed and moaning himself you just couldn't control yourself at this sight. You screamed Namjoon's name and came again. With that Namjoon stopped and leaned down to your ear.

"What a needy princess you are~ You came again and you still clenching around my cock~ Are you okay precious? Do you want more?", joonie kissed your ear gently and sucked on it a bit. You were so fucked out but you wanted to feel him cum too, wanted to pleasure him too, "I want you too cum too, Joonie Please use me!~", you whispered in his ear and kissed it too.

Namjoons hand caressed your cheek, pulling out of you, "Turn around than! Kneel over the beed, face to the window". Doing what he said, you had the perfect few out of the glass window. You were high up so there was no chance for someone to actually see you, but you could see people walking by, sitting on their desks and eating food. It made you just more wet. The thought of someone might see you getting fucked against a window turned you on.A spank against your ass made you whine and you forgot all those thoughts you had. "Lean forward! Press your breasts against the window!", he caressed over your back. You followed every word he said, now hissing at the feeling of the cold glass against your hard nippels.

Busy with geting used to the new feeling you weren't ready when Namjoon pushed his cock back into you. He pushed deep inside your cunt, leaning over you. You could feel his breath against your ear, over the back of your neck. "Do you like this precious? Does it turn you on that those people could see you naked, getting fucked by me?", he whispered in your ear while slowly starting to thrust into you. With every thrust your breasts bounced and rubbed against the window. You moaned and glass started to blurr. A few minutes later Joonie was fucking into you faster,you could feel his balls slappinh against your clit everytimd he pushed in. You closed your eyes and moaned louder, not seeing clear anymore. "Open your eyes princess! Look at this women with her child!", he growled while spanking your ass, he loved the way it jiggled everytime. Scared to got caught you opened them and looked down, out of the window to a bit older women than your mum. "What would you do if your mum saw us like this? Would you cum infront of her? Would she still think I'm a good school boy?", with every word joonie thrustes deep into you than pulling almost completly out and thrusting deep into you again. This had you screaming and the thought alone made you cum again. You let yourself fall against the window and tried to catch your breath. "See I knew you would squirt for me again~ What a good girl~ Now let me cum on your ass precious!", namjoon moaned while grabbing my hips and pouding into you like the lion he is. A few minutes later he whispered in your ear, "Happy Birthday to me", than he pulled out and came all over your red ass. You had just enough strenght to lift your gaze out of the window to the clock. It was 1 minute past midnight, Namjoons birthday was today and you had no present.

You were so tired. You hadn't noticed when Joonie stood up and came back with a wet towel and clothes to get you cleaned up. "Are you okay precious? Was I to rough? Let me help you", he caressed through you hair and lifted you up to lay your head on the pillow. You yawned and shook your head, "You were perfect joonie~". Namjoon cleaned you up and smiled at your words, "Everything I said was true. I love you Y/N! I hope you know that!", he sat next to you and wanted to put the clothes on you. As you heard the words you always wanted to hear, the words you already gave up on to hear, you jumped up suddenly wide awake. You craweld on his lap and grabbed his cheeks in both your hands, "WHAT? Say that again!", you thought that you had dreamt he said it and you just looked like a psycho now. But that thought changed as he took your hands in his, "I love you Y/N! I always have. I always wanted to be more than friends. Please be mine?". You jaw dropped not knowing how to react. "Love- I- do- too", came out and than you kissed him. This time the kiss felt complete. Namjoon chuckled and kissed your back,still holding your hands as he pulls you closer. You ended up falling asleep in the same bed, cuddling each other that night. The night on Namjoons birthday.

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>> 5 years later <<

The last the day of your study live, that was today for you and for your boyfriend Namjoon. He already got your present, the other boys, your friend army and you gave him a huge birthday cake with a song they prepared called, >"Magic shop". It was such a sweet, beautiful song. Namjoon cried on your shoulder as he heard that song, he was so happy and touched. But of course he would get his 'special' present today night from you.

"Now, before we say goodbye and I let you leave this classroom, tell me where do you see yourself in 10 years?", asked our class teacher for the last years. As Namjoon's  answer came up he said, "I want to be a dad", while looking at you, smiling before looking at the teacher who laughed. You got fluestered and looked first at your friend army, who smirked and clapped with the rest of the boys and than back at Namjoon who winked at you.

After a while your turn came up, already knowing what you wanted you said, "I want to be a mum", winking back at your boyfriend Joonie. More clapping was heard and army started to laugh. Namjoon was the one blushing now and looked down at his calender. It said September 12th.

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( I hope you enjoyed~💜 )

[ladykendalsims]

Moon Hills Hunting [part 6]

beginning / previous / next

Isaac LeDoux by my lovely friend @hushthots ❤

That night I couldn't sleep a single second. But duty called. And just when I thought I couldn't sink any lower...

“Let’s go. We’ve got a body, a young saleswoman was found murdered last night...”

She died during my wacht... and that feeling came again. Guilt, my companion. «Guilty!» I could hear this word in my head. I could hear all of their voices screaming in my head. From those who died... The ones I couldn't save.

“Apples! Delicious red apples!”

“Wait! Another one?” Said Isaac. “That’s two bodies this week!”

My fellow worker, Mr. Le Doux. might seem impertinent, but he was smart, good at his job.

“Presumably, I know about that.”

“I didn’t notice the sarcasm,” he replied “So, you're not sleeping well, Ms.?”

“You should mind your own business for once.”

“Okay, I can see, that you haven’t been alone last night. Am I right? Who's the lucky one?” He said in a pleased voice.

“You might want to reconsider that brazen question.”

“You are smiling, Ms. Cline.”

“I don’t.”

[wenellyb]

I'm watching single all the way it's so good

Oooh yes I wachted it on Thursday!!! I loved it so much, it was just the Christmas romance I needed!!! The Friends to Lovers meeting the family, and every member of their family shipping them??? Yes please!!!

[chilling-seavey]

OH MY GOSH OKAY SINCE WE'RE DOING THE CHRISTMAS WRITING PARTY CAN U WRITE ONE FOR PASSCHENDAELE WHERE IT'S THE FIRST CHRISTMAS AFTER THE WAR OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT? OR OR OR THE CHRISTMAS TRUCE

Love the idea of the Christmas Truce and I forgot I actually had this one planned since the beginning! For those of you who don’t know, The Christmas Truce of 1914 was a true event that happened, where British and German soldiers left their trenches on Christmas Day and celebrated together in peace. 

Get your tissues ready.

Also thank you to @janav21 for helping me with some German translations xx

T/W Mentions of war violence, death, the honest truth the deep down all humans are good, and the first seeds of what would later stem into PTSD

December 24, 1914

“Post for you, Lance Corporal Seavey.”

Through the darkness of the night, Christian raised his head from the side of the trench to look up at the man standing in front of him and holding out a brown paper wrapped package. With shivering hands in gloves that didn’t do much to keep in the heat, Christian reached up to take it from him, the men sharing stiff nods as thanks and acknowledgment before the man continued down the lines.

It was a particularly cold night and the ground was frozen with fresh fallen snow, stained red in places from battles and brown in places from upturned soil made from shells but the light flurries that fell through the silent night made it feel somewhat peaceful. Christian pulled at the string and opened his package, the first thing on the top being an old family photograph of his parents and his younger brother and younger sister and him from years earlier when they were small. He smiled warmly at the memory, missing them more than ever on Christmas Eve. Normally they would be sitting by their Christmas tree and singing carols and drinking warm mugs of tea around the fire but instead, he was sat all alone in frozen stiff soil trenches in the middle of Belgium. The next item was a letter tucked on top of a small bar of chocolate. Christian smiled at the gift and unwrapped the corner of it to take a bite.

The crack of the cold coca from his teeth seemed to nearly echo through the barren wasteland the British army found themselves in, but Christian smiled bashfully to himself as he let the sweet flavour melt in his mouth. As he ate his treat, he unfolded his letter from his mother to read her near weekly correspondence.

My Darling Christian,

Christmas is not the same without you. Anna and Daniel and I decorated the tree together last week and there was no one to put the star on top. Daniel took your job instead but he had to stand on a chair and nearly toppled right off! You would have had such a laugh with us. I couldn’t resist a year without at least giving you something small so I hope this chocolate bar suffices – we are not allowed to send anything larger. I hope next Christmas I will see you home again as I miss you terribly. The world over here seems so much darker without you around, my sunshine, but I am sure you are bringing your bright spirits wherever you go. Please write me and let me know how Christmas is celebrated in Belgium (although I know you are most likely already writing an essay for me!). Your weekly letters make me miss you more but they let me know that you are well and safe.

I love you, my sweet angel. Happy Christmas.

Mum xx

Christian sniffled and folded the letter to tuck it back into his inside breast pocket along with the photograph of his family. With one more bite of chocolate, he folded it back up and tucked it in his pack before letting his eyes close and his head rest back against the wall of the trench, light snowflakes falling against his face that took a while to melt with the chill that coated his pale skin. He would reply to his mother later as it was getting late, and the usual waiting game was sending Christian into a restful state.

It wasn’t long before a noise could be heard in the distance and a few of the British men quickly snapped to attention to see what was happening out in the darkness of No Mans Land. Christian sat up too, locking in on the soft tune that was drifting through the nighttime air. The words were incomprehensible but the tune was more than familiar.

“What the bloody hell is that?” one of the men whispered.

“It…It’s Silent Night, sir.” Christian answered quietly.

The higher ups turned to the Lance Corporal as if forgetting the young man could even speak. A small group had gathered in their section of the trenches, all the men bundled up in their jackets and gloves as they listened to the German soldiers singing Christmas carols from a few many yards away.

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht!

Alles schläft, einsam wacht

Nur das traute, hochheilige Paar.

Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,

Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh,

Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh.

The British soldiers stood in silence as they listened, a few humming quietly to themselves as if afraid to make their presence aware to the enemy. Finally, one of the newer men sang first, his curly hair falling from under his cap and his glasses slightly fogged up from his warm breath through the cold night, joining right in along side the Germans,

Silent night, holy night!

Shepherds quake at the sight!

A few more men joined in, Christian included,

Glories stream from heaven afar;

Heavenly hosts sing Al-le-lu-ia!

And soon everyone was singing together in harmony,

Christ the Savior is born! / Christ, der Retter ist da!

Christ the Savior is born! / Christ, der Retter ist da!

By the final verse, both sides of the front lines were singing loudly together, their voices carrying across the vast expanse of fields and raising high into the night sky. Half in English and half in German, they sang in one choir,

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht! / Silent night, holy night

Gottes Sohn, o wie lacht / Son of God, oh, love's pure light

Lieb aus deinem göttlichen Mund, / Radiant beams from Thy holy face

Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund, / With the dawn of redeeming grace

Christ, in deiner Geburt, / Jesus, Lord at Thy birth

Christ, in deiner Geburt. / Jesus, Lord at Thy birth

When the song concluded, silence fell once again over the battlefields, the snow falling steadily around them. Christian smiled a little to himself at the momentary peace and tucked in for the night with his family photograph held right against his heart.

December 25, 1914

As the sun rose on Christmas morning, the British soldiers wished each other ‘Happy Christmas’ as they started their usual breakfasts or morning duties. It wasn’t long before one of the higher ups was ordering a rise to arms and Christian snatched up his rifle with the rest of the men to get into position.

“There’s a man over there.” the soldier said, peering through the viewfinder out across No Mans Land. “He’s holding his hands up in their trenches.”

The British cocked their rifles.

“Don’t fire!”

“He’s unarmed.”

Christian peeked up over the edge of the parapet and someone grabbed his shoulder to pull him back down to safety. He shrugged him off and leaned back up again, watching the German man walk shakily and slowly out of his trench and onto the fresh fallen snow of the battlefield, hands raised and any weaponry missing.

Christian was a man who had too much trust in people – at least up to the end of 1914 – and he didn’t think twice before dropping his rifle to the floor of the trench as well as his pack of grenades and bullets and stood up on the fire step with his own hands raised.

“Lace Corporal Seavey, what the hell are you doing?” his Lieutenant snapped.

“Must be a trap! You’re gonna get bloody well blown up!” another added from farther down.

But Christian climbed carefully out of the safety of the trench, his heart hammering in his chest as he touched the crisp white snow of the Belgian field and shakily got to his feet to face the enemy. A few more German men climbed out of their trenches followed by a few British and soon the two sides were meeting in the middle. It was silent except for the chilly winter wind that whistled across the land and the crunching of snow under military boots. Christian fell to a stop in front of the young man opposite him, the German’s face looking just as hesitant as Christian’s himself. He had the nicest grey eyes Christian had ever seen and he offered out his hand with a nervous smile tugging at his lips. Christian looked down at his outstretched hand before taking his handshake.

“My name is Christian.” he spoke slowly.

“My…name…is Heinrich.” the man replied.

“Pleased to meet you, Heinrich.” Christian said.

“Freut mich, dich kennenzulernen.”

The enemies seemed to group up and well wishes of Merry Christmas is English and German moulded as one and chatter rose across the Belgian fields. Handshakes were shared and photographs were taken and tensions felt like they had vanished. Christian pulled out his unfinished chocolate bar and offered a piece to his new friend.

Heinrich grinned and nodded, taking a small square with icy hands and a warm, “Danke.”

They ate together for a moment in calm silence, both a little shy but their bashful smiles were mirrored with near relief.

“Wie alt bist du??”

“Sorry?” Christian looked over at him.

“Uhm…” Heinrich thought for a moment before pointing to his watch and then gesturing up. “Years? You?”

“Oh. I am twenty-four.” Christian answered, showing the numbers with his fingers. “You?”

“Dreiundzwanzig.” Heinrich did the same, showing a two and then a three with his hand.

They shared smiles, cheeks a rosy red in the winter air and the tip of Christian’s nose was turning pink too. He offered Heinrich another piece of chocolate before taking out his photograph from his pocket and stepping closer to show him.

“This is my family.” Christian told him with pride and he pointed to each of his family members, “Father-”

“Vater.”

Christian glanced up at his new friend and nodded in agreement, “Yes. My Vater.” He continued on, “My Mother-”

“Mutter.”

“Sister and brother.”

“Schwester und bruder.”

“Yes. Anna and Daniel.”

“Anna?” Heinrich questioned, looking at Christian with wide shining eyes.

“Yes. My sister.”

Heinrich reached into his own jacket pocket and rummaged around a moment before pulling out his own photograph and held it out to show Christian, the blonde woman sitting graciously in the frame.

“Anneliese. Meine frau.”

“Frau? Wife.” Christian said. “Anna.”

“Yes, my…Anna.”

The young men shared excited grins and another piece of chocolate as a few men around them started singing more carols. Food rations were shared and a few drinks were poured and German and British men were arm in arm and singing loudly together. Heinrich and Christian stuck together, joining in for a few photographs taken by their officers and the group shared a good laugh when one of the German generals slipped on a path of ice and fell on his behind.

Soon, with the heat of the excitement and festivities, jackets were being tossed back into designated trenches and someone brought out a soccer ball, earning cheers from both sides. Small teams were divided up – British against Germans of course – and they played together most of the day, using jackets and canteens as makeshift goal posts as the watching soldiers stood in lines around their little made field. Christian pulled an impressive dive to catch the ball before he was scored on and loud excited cheers erupted from both sides at the move. Heinrich pulled him up from the snowy ground with an offered hand and Christian thanked him with a smile as he brushed himself off.

By the time the sun was starting to set, everyone was taken by surprise; the day had gone by so fast. Newly formed friendship groups said their goodbyes and Christian and Heinrich shared a friendly embrace as well.

“Happy Christmas.”

“Fröhe Weihnachten.” Heinrich held out a ration of cigarettes towards him with a friendly smile. “For…the schokolade.”

Christian didn’t smoke but the gesture was beautiful and he took the small pack within their final handshake, “Thank you.”

“Hope…you see…your Anna soon.” Heinrich spoke slowly through his broken English.

“You too.” Christian said as they dropped hands.

They shared one final nod, as if trying to piece together the incredible goings on of that day and the fact that they had just wholeheartedly trusted the enemy. Both sides were bordering on treason after spending such a day together but they returned to their trenches without another word or a single shot fired. Christian got himself settled with the sun setting and leaving the trenches in darkness, feeling more at peace than he had in a while. He was too tired to write to his mother that night, fading into a sleep stemmed from exhaustion from the day’s unique festivities. Even still, everyone was wondering what the next day would hold and if the truce was a turning point for the beginning of the end of the war.

With daybreak came another attempt of peace, and Christian found himself beaming with excitement as Heinrich and a few German men were making their way over the battlefield again after breakfast. Christian was stood beside the British Lieutenant-Colonel as they had their rifles at the ready out of habit but Christian didn’t even have his finger on the trigger.

One of the German officers who was walking over spoke first from the halfway mark between their front lines, “You still got the armistice?”

Christian started to stand up to join them but the ringing of a single shot rang through the barren fields before he could move. He watched as Heinrich fell backwards, shot right through the head until his blood was staining the fresh white snow and his grey eyes staring lifeless into the sky. The cold face of the British Lieutenant-Colonel was unphased as they were propelled into another battle by that single shot.

Another battle where they were forced to kill those they just celebrated with a mere day before, with whom each side shared stories and photographs and treats. Now, both sides were forced back into the usual way of the war under orders of their stern officers who claimed the only way to win was to gain their ground. Christian sat alone that night, a blank parchment on one knee, the pack of German cigarettes on his other, and the vision of Heinrich’s lifeless eyes in his mind. He sat there for nearly an hour trying to figure out what to say to his mother, only getting as far as her name scribbled shakily in the top left corner.

Christian didn’t smoke but that night he pulled one of the cigarettes from the German ration and borrowed a light from another soldier and he let himself sit against the side of the trench and mourn the loss of a friend. He felt guilty and shameful and disgusted with himself and with the war and with the concept of even being there at all, how each time he pulled the trigger he was killing one of his momentary friends. Good men who were friends and brothers and sons and husbands.

Christian couldn’t get himself to return a letter to his mother. He no longer felt like his mother’s angel that she called him so often. And he never would be again.

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Casablanca (1942); AFI #3

I am very proud to present the next film on the AFI list, Casablanca (1942). It is truly one of the best examples of fine film from Hollywood's Golden Age. I was surprised to find out that the film only received 3 Oscars and none for the acting. Lead actress Ingrid Bergman was actually nominated for another film that she had made that year (For Whom the Bell Tolls), but it is was highway robbery to think that Humphrey Bogart did not get a Best Actor award for this film. On the bright side, the 3 Oscars were for Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Screenplay. But maybe it really isn’t a good idea to try and compare older films, but instead recognize a masterpiece for what it is. I would love to continue complimenting the movie, but first let me relay the story to you. Oh yeah. One other thing as well:

MAJOR SPOILER ALERT!!! WE GOT ONE OF THE GREATEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME HERE!!! GO AND WATCH IT!!! DON’T LET ME SPOIL IT FOR YOU!!! SERIOUSLY!!!

The film starts out with stock footage and a map showing the plight of many Europeans and how they were being herded to Casablanca and looking for a way out to Lisbon and eventually to America. It is December 1941 and it is the height of the exodus in an attempt to escape Nazi invasion of France and any French colonies. In Casablanca, Morocco, there is an expatriate American that owns a bar in the city that serves both refugees and locals, French and German soldiers. Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart) is the American and he is known for taking no sides and only looking out for his own best interest.

It is stated on the radio that two German couriers have been killed for their letters of transit and that people in Casablanca will pay top dollar (and by that I mean anything and everything) to get those papers so that they can leave the country. A conniving thief named Ugarte (played by the great Peter Lorre) entrusts Rick to hold on to the letters. Rick allows the local corrupt police captain Louis Renault (Claude Rains) to arrest the thief and Ugarte dies in jail before revealing who has the papers. Things are getting a little hot and Rick is considering leaving the country so he is very happy to have the letters. It would take a lot for him to even consider selling the letters...that is until...

The reason that Rick is so cold and cynical walks in the door and asks the piano player to play “As Time Goes By” and it becomes apparent that this women has hurt Rick and is his kryptonite. A flashback shows that the two had met and fallen in love in Paris. When the city was raided and Rick and Ilsa were supposed to leave together on a train, he only found a letter that said she could never see him again. Even worse, it turns out that the woman, Ilsa Lund (Ingrid Bergman), is with her husband, the notorious Czech Resistance leader Victor Laszlo (Paul Henreid) who is attempting to escape to Lisbon. A German major name Strasser has also arrived in Casablanca to make sure that Laszlo does not leave and ideally can be arrested or killed without making him into a martyr. 

To really exemplify how bad the situation has gotten, a couple of very short side stories show a young wife that is willing to sleep with the French captain in order to get a plane ticket for herself and her husband. At the bar, a proud French woman is drinking with a German soldier because she feels that some promiscuities might keep her safe and even get her out of Africa. Rick allows the young husband to cheat at roulette so that the wife can keep her honor and the two will have enough money to purchase a passport. Famously, the German that the promiscuous French woman is drinking with starts singing Die Wacht am Rhein and Laszlo asks the band to play La Marseillaise to drown out the German singing. Rick gives the OK, and the band plays the French nationalist song and causes a patriotic fervor, including the French woman who leaves her German partner and sings along with tears in her eyes. The German captain does not like this and tells Renault to close down the club, which he does.

Ilsa and Laszlo hear that Rick has the letters and she goes to try and get them. Rick does not want to give them up and she actually threatens to shoot him. She cannot follow through and she admits that she is still in love with Rick. It turns out that she was married before she met Rick and was under the impression that Laszlo had been killed when she was with Rick in Paris. She suddenly disappeared because she found out that he husband was alive and telling anyone where she was going would be a risk to both her and Rick. The bar owner finally melts off that icy crust. He is willing to give a letter to Laszlo and have Ilsa stay. However, Laszlo has been at a meeting that was broken up and he wants Rick to go with Ilsa to Lisbon to make sure she is safe.

Renault tries to arrest Laszlo on some fake charge that will only hold him the night, but Rick promises to set him up for a more serious crime. Rick pretends to turn on Laszlo, but he actually has used the time to arrange for Laszlo to leave on a plane that night. The German commander is informed and races over to the airport to stop everything and Renault is being held at gunpoint by Rick until Ilsa and Laszlo can leave. A final showdown occurs at the airport hanger where Rick is holding the two officers at bay while Laszlo and Ilsa leave. She is hesitant and that is when we get the famous “maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow” speech. It is beautiful and poignant, making for maybe the best couple of sentences of dialogue in American cinema. Strasser tries to warn the tower but Rick shoots and kills him. The French Captain tells his men to round up the usual subjects, not revealing who actually killed the German officer. Rick and the French captain walk away discussing what they will do next, ending the film with the famous line, “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

I am so happy to have watched this film again because it puts me in a great mood every time that I see it. Not surprisingly, the AFI has a strong affinity for this film and gave it accolades whenever possible. The film was #37 on the top 100 thrills, #1 on the top 100 passions, #4 greatest film hero for Rick Blaine, #2 song for “As Time Goes By,” 6 different lines on the top 100 movie quotes, and #32 on the top 100 cheer films. I have to be a little careful when I watch this films because it has a carryover effect and can make the films I see immediately before and after seem like garbage. Speaking of which...

I was surprised watching All the President’s Men with how close to the actual event that the movie was produced, yet Casablanca did it even closer in time and did a much better job. There are stories of soldiers that joined the military after the bombing of Pearl Harbor and saw the film before leaving to take part in Project Torch, which was the Allied mission to retake North Africa including Casablanca. The IMDB trivia mentions that some of the actors that played the extra Nazi officers were German Jews that escaped to America. The actress that played the French woman who was cavorting with the German officers is shown crying during the famous French National Anthem scene...that wasn’t scripted. She was a French citizen who had family fighting against the Germans back home and she was upset. The German singing was supposed to be a Nazi rally song, but the film producers could not acquire the rights without having to deal directly with Nazi representatives and possibly pay royalties to the group. That sure as hell wasn’t happening so they picked a royalty free German song.

There were a lot of Americans in the US at the time that did not think that the Nazis were all that bad and were more focused on the clear and present danger of Japan. There were many people that were confused why the US was fighting in Africa when Pearl Harbor was attacked by Japan. At some level, this film served as a form of propaganda to help drum up support for the war in Europe and Africa. It worked well. The beginning intro to the film that explained the volatile situation in North Africa was news to many moviegoers at the time (it kind of was for me as well). 

I have spent the week praising this film, but I do have to point out a couple of egregious flaws with the special effects. There is a scene of Rick and Ilsa back in Paris and, since the country was occupied, there was no way lo film on location or even get any up-to-date establishing shots. Therefore, all they had was old background roll for driving and at a café, so that is what they two characters did in France: took a terrible looking car ride and sat at a café. It looks pretty terrible, but luckily it does not last and accounts for a very short portion of the film. They also couldn’t get permission to fly planes so low over Hollywood lots so they just paper used cutouts layered over the film to show the planes taking off and landing at the airstrip in Casablanca. It is blatant, but the movie is so old and is otherwise so perfect that it is more charming to me than anything else. 

So does this movie belong on the AFI top 100 as #3? Sure does. This is one of the quintessential American movies that should be seen. There was some discussion amongst my group of whether the film was too high because of films like Gone With the Wind and The Wizard of Oz being lower, but there was no argument that it is Top 5 as far as greatest American films. Do I recommend it? Of course! It is a time capsule of the 40s, it is an excellent story, it has quotes that are excepted as part of American English vernacular, and it stars two of the biggest actors in all of Hollywood cinema history. Please go and watch it. And tell me what you thought, because I have not had anybody who was sorry that they took the time for a viewing. You will thank me later.

[descensoparcialdeliris]

Alright, here it is @boysrunaway 💞💓. I really hope you like this.

Hold you for a million years.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

To make you feel my love.

*****

It was almost midnight and they were holding tightly to each other. Finn had his head on Sam's shoulder and Sam's hands were connecting in Finn's back, hugging him. Their legs were intertwined in the sweetest but clingiest way possible. Inhaling and exhaling at the same rate, with their hearts beating in sync. It was the calm after the storm.

It all felt just right at that moment. Finn really could just be there for as long as he lived and not complain one bit. There, at that moment, where the only thing that mattered was each other's bodies covered in that yellow dim light, where the only thing they could hear was each other's breathing and that show they could not stop watching, where the only thing they could smell was each other's scent and where the only thing they could taste was each other's lips. At that moment, they were just them, every single piece of the world outside was non-existent.

"Jij en ik, 100%, voor altijd" Finn couldn't help but sigh, feeling Sander's words as his, holding even more tightly to Sam. Trying to tell him all that just by touching. Sam returned the hug, leaving also a sweet kiss on Finn's forehead. Finn would sometimes get so lost in his thoughts, thinking everything that happened was too good to be true and his way of getting back to reality was by touching, giving and receiving. Sam knew that, he had learned to read Finn's expressions and learned how to make him feel more at ease. "In elk universum" They both smiled at the tv screen. That sentence had a lot of power to them, relating so much to it.

It was always like this when one of them felt a little down. It had become now their thing, they would cuddle and watch that show every time any of them felt even just a little tired. No words needed, just the touch. This clip in specific was their cure, they would always fully release the tension on their bodies after hearing the short dialogue. Sometimes they would watch the rest of the show, other times they'd turn off the tv and fall asleep, or talk for a while. Most of the times, though, Finn would get his sketchbook and roughly sketch whatever he was feeling at the moment, just caring about portraying his emotions, more than how aesthetically pleasing the sketches would look. And Sam would be there, watching him draw, admiring him. Finn just loved to know Sam would be there to kiss every scar.

"You okay?" Sam whispered after he had sat up to turn off the tv, looking at Finn expectedly but with loving eyes, then changing positions and trying to find one comfortable enough for both of them. They had still their legs intertwined, but now they were facing each other, with their chests far apart and with their hands on each other, Finn had his on the side of Sam, while Sam's was going up and down the soft skin of Finn's arm, brushing his fingers ever so lightly, tracing now his little clown tattoo on the inside of his forearm.

Finn looked up at him, with his eyes fully open and smiling. "I am now" he replied, giving Sam a peck, getting closer to him and lowering his head a little. Now he had just his lover's locket on sight, he reached out to it, played with it a little, thinking about the story behind it and then opened it up. And there it was, the small version of one of the many paintings he had done for his boyfriend. It was a simple painting: two blue train seats with the sunlight sneaking through the window on the side. Finn had painted it one night, after hanging out, way before they knew they had feelings for each other, when they used to be just best friends. It was not the best day Finn had had and Sam had noticed it, so he put one earphone in Finn's ear and the other one in his, trying to make him feel at least just a little better. They were listening to music, singing, nothing out of the ordinary, but Finn had looked so lovely and baby with the sun shining on his face that Sam couldn't help but snap a picture of it. "Wacht, just keep looking at the sun" he remembered those words so vividly, like it had just been yesterday. And oh, it had been so tempting to him to just keep looking at Sam; so tempting to stay still, wait for Sam to ask him what was wrong and just tell him "I'm looking at the sun, you're my sun". But he didn't do it, so once he got home, he had to paint something not only to treasure that moment forever, but to free himself of what he was feeling.

Finn smiled a little bigger, remembering all those sweet times they had had even before they started dating. "What do you want to do now? Do you want to sleep?" Sam asked softly. Finn closed the locket and left it hanging on Sam's chest and looked up at him again. "I have completely lost any desire of sleeping, to be honest" Finn watched as a small and mysterious grin was growing on Sam's face and he furrowed his eyebrows, knowing he had something on mind but couldn't figure out what it was "Wha-"

"Alright, then, kom!" said Sam and jumped out of the bed, dragging him along.

"Wait, wait" Finn replied while laughing softly, confused by the sudden change of tone the whole situation had had. "What are you planning on doing?" he asked, curious but letting himself be dragged out of the bed, looking so lovely at Sam. God, he was so gone for him, he loved him so much. Sam just gave him one of his sweet smiles, the ones that made Finn's world stop and his stomach do silly things.

Sam positioned his boyfriend just behind the window. "Stay right here, I'll be right back" Finn felt a tender kiss on his shoulder and then the cold of his boyfriend's absence.

From where he was, he could see the moon, study it, feel its light on him like so many times before. He'd sketched to that light way too many times. For so long, the moon had just become his best friend, keeping him company when he couldn't get himself to sleep. When he'd felt so heavy, he'd think the space-time would distort just beneath him, he would feel the moon and the stars closer to him, so close that if he dared, he would be able to touch them. He'd feel so overwhelmed by the intense light he imagined to be striking him; but still wanting to reach out to it; feeling confused as well, how did the universe around him shine so bright when all he got was darkness inside? Thing is, he'd actually shine just as bright, but if he would've been able to see it, his eyes would've burned. Sam, on the other hand, was able if not to see it, to feel it. He knew Finn was worth everything.

And this time, right in front of his window, was different for Finn. He was not alone anymore, he was with the actual love of his life, hearing his movements behind, waiting for whatever he had on mind.  

It was just seconds later he started to hear the lyrics of that song they have sung each other many times before.

"I found a love, for me. Darling, just dive right in" Finn turned to face him, Sam was just a meter apart with one hand holding out "follow my lead" without any hesitation, Finn took it, with such a big stupid smile planted on his face and his heart pounding on his chest, following his boyfriend's lead, letting himself be swung by him. "I found a boy, beautiful and sweet".

"Oh, I never knew you were that someone waiting for me" Finn sang this time, his eyes shining so bright, they resembled a baby's eyes, so full of joy and love. Sam would never get tired of that face he gave him. Finn pulled Sam closer, not wanting to waste any other second far from him.

"'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was" they sang together this time, both just so amazingly lost in the song, drunk in the feeling, strayed in each other. Finn put his head in Sam's shoulder, once again and they began to slow dance. Sam's right hand was holding him by the back, while the other one was intertwined with Finn's left hand, their moves becoming more and more smooth with every second.

It felt like a dream, almost, slow dancing, with the moon so visible in the sky, that warm light hugging them, their shirtless bodies so up close and a little cliché song as background. They loved each other with so much intensity you could actually feel it in the air.

They danced to all the songs in the playlist, laughing constantly by the Disney songs that made them reenact the scenes, making silly faces and dance moves. 

"Hakuna Matata... What a wonderful phrase!" Sam recited in a high pitched tone, Finn couldn't help but roll his eyes, he was so done with that song. "Come on, you know you love it! It means no worries... For the rest of your days", Sam continued while starting to do so many stupid dances that got Finn laughing out loud, so sure that if his boyfriend kept going he was eventually going to fall. And it happened, Sam stumbled and fell on his knees, but couldn't even begin to care, he continued singing to the song.

Finn, on the other hand, was laughing at him, "You're such an idiot" he said but looking at him so fondly, feeling so amazed by how much he loved him, how much fun it was to be around him, how free he felt at moments like this. Sam looked at him still on his knees, smiling widely. He got up and quickly so closed to Finn "Oh, but I'm your idiot" he lamented jokingly as he pressed a soft kiss on Finn's lips, a short one, though. It was the kind of kiss Finn would never be satisfied with, so he cupped Sam's face, not letting their lips stay apart for more than a second, kissing him deeply but smiling through it. And, oh, every time they kissed felt like the fucking first time, Finn would feel a whole fucking zoo in his stomach; feel his heart pounding on his chest, pull Sam's hair and touch every part of his body. Again, to touch the reality of it all, to touch their love. He'd melt every time they kissed like this, needing Sam to hold him up, although they were both in the same bubble.

The world around them was fading away. Finn's hand in Sam's neck started going down and staying in his chest, right where he could feel his lover's heart beating. Meanwhile, Sam's hands were on Finn's waist, steadying him. It was so magical and powerful, every time they kissed they gave 'love' a whole new concept.

They continued dancing for so long, they lost track of time. Changing between slow and romantic songs to a little more energetic ones. Of course, Bowie had to be in the playlist, and whenever one of his songs started playing they would just do a whole performance of it, closing their eyes and singing loudly, as if they were on a concert with hundreds of fans singing along.

Some of the songs in it were from wtfock soundtrack, and to those ones, they would just chill, feeling so connected to them, to the story.

Dance Monkey started playing, making them break apart, stopping their slow dance from the song before and therefore, breaking their kiss. Both looked at each other, Finn's eyes were kind, warm but sleepy, while Sam's were loving but a little goofy, like he still had something in mind "They say dance for me, dance for me, dance for me, oh-oh-oh..." Sam sang and Finn made him spin on his place and then hugged him very tightly, holding him to never let go. It was just seconds later that Sam's intentions were revealed when he started tickling his boyfriend, wanting to hear his laugh one more time.

Finn tried to escape from it, laughing uncontrollably, walking backwards, trying to say whatever he could to get Sam to stop. But he wasn't going to stop, he kept going until Finn's feet hit the base of the bed, falling inevitably on it and with Sam falling right on top of him.

"Okay– okay!!" Finn tried to take Sam's hands off of him, his body shaking and his eyes shut, with tears starting to fall down from the pressure "Stop– my stomach is already starting to hurt!" he yelled one more time, choppy by the laugh taking over him, and Sam finally decided it was enough, he took his hand off of him and laid on his side, letting him catch his breath but laughing softly.

They stayed still, heavily breathing by the tiredness already hitting them, till the last seconds of the song they had forgotten about, the last one of the playlist. Finn landed his sleepy eyes on Sam's "Alright, I may be ready to sleep now" he said, with a tone ever so cute, so endearing and charming, looking at him with those baby eyes. Sam placed a hand on his face, holding him lightly, brushing his thumb tenderly on his cheek, giving him some eskimo kisses, too. "Yeah..." Sam took a deep breath and whispered "Me too".

"Let's go to sleep, engel" Finn chuckled and they quickly got under the covers, no cuddles yet, just facing each other just like before. Admiring each other's beauty, being so, so close and getting even more so, like magnets. They closed their eyes, but right before their lips met, Finn let out a sigh and murmured a soft "Thank you" as he stroked their noses and Sam opened his eyes to look at him.

"You don't have anything to thank me for, schat" Sam responded, cupping his face once again.

"No, I do, I just..." Finn opened his eyes, searching the right words to say "Thank you for making me feel this way... So loved and cared for. So... Safe" he said and felt those words in every part of his body, he really felt like that and needed Sam to understand the infinite love he had for him. He wanted to scream from the rooftops how madly in love he was with the boy just in front of him. He wanted to find a way to make Sam feel like he did every time they were together; wanted to find a way of really showing it to him. Because no matter how many times he said it, it always felt like it wasn't enough.

Sam smiled at him, so crazy over Finn's babyness and cuteness "You don't have to thank me for that" Finn opened his mouth to complain, but before he had a chance to do so Sam said "You don't" and raised Finn's chin with his index finger "Existing is everything you have to do to make me feel right" Finn couldn't do anything but melt and crash their lips together, putting his hand on his boyfriend's back and pushing him closer, kissing him so intensely.

They surrendered to the feeling. They kissed. They kissed as though nothing could fall. They kissed until they were too tired to even think.

But before they completely gave in to the darkness, Finn, slowly, as if he was tasting the words,  whispered "Ik hou van u" and searched for Sam's hand with his to interlock them. "Ik hou van u" Sam replied seconds after he pressed a small kiss on Finn's forehead "mijn kunstenaar" he said, lastly, with the words filled with adoration.

When they woke up, they were in exactly the same position. They woke up but stood so still, wanting to preserve that moment forever, feeling like time had stopped around them, feeling like the center of the universe, feeling so good. They could hear some birds singing outside and the relaxing way the other one breathed. They just knew how much they loved each other, felt it in their bodies... So much so, that they were sure they had to be together not only in this one, but in elk universum.

****

Fun facts?? i guess:

Sam is short for Samsíða which is Icelandic for 'parallel'. YES I KNOW IM CHEESY AF, but it just fitted so! well!

And yes, Finn, in this universe you have the clown tattoo I designed and that's on that, im sorry, i make the rules now.

[thisartemisnevermisses]

Suburban Life 9/-

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: angst, fluff, death, drama, comforting, sad reader, slow burn.

Summary: Steve had his daily run every morning. While running through the streets he noticeds a house with it’s lights on. A woman is dancing to the music, while making breakfast. Two childeren join her and they start eating. Steve is fasinated with the life of this little family and even stops to withniss this suburbane life every morning during his run. Feeling the need to settle down and the one question remaining Where is the man beloning tot this family?

A/N: Thanks for the likes and comments. I enjoyed writting this chapter, a lot of fluff in it! Enjoy and would like to read comments!

Chapter 09: Slowly moving on

“Stuck on the wrong side of heaven, But I did it to myself, I did it to myself, Traded in my forever, But I did it to myself,” singing to the song on the radio, you make Steve a sandwich. Smiling to the lyrics sung by Anastacia, you can’t help but identify yourself with what is sang. The winds were changing, you were feeling like you again, starting to be the mom, you were before all of it happened. When he came into your life, it ignited your fire again, he remembered you of who your were. “And I put my heart back together, Yeah I put my heart back together”, smiling to yourself, you set the table and walk towards your kids in the living room. Hearing a thud and crash from upstairs, startles you and the kids.

“I’ll go check on Steve, Isobel look after your brother please and don’t open the door for anyone”, you warn before going upstairs. Stopping in front of the bathroom door, you hesitated before you knock. Maybe you heard it wrong, he was probably in the shower, you should disturb him. You listen if you hear the shower run, but hear nothing, not even the sound of someone moving. “Steve, everything okay?” standing in front of the door, waiting for him to answer. When you get no answer, you decide to open the door slightly.  

Steve’s sitting on the grond, his leggs sprawled out before him, his upperpiece from his uniform half undone. Seeing him that way, takes your doubt away and decide to go in and help him. “Steve you okay ?”, you ask again approaching him carefully.

As you get closer, you see the tears streaming down his face. “Steve, whats wrong, you okay, are you hurt?”, you kneel beside him. He turns towards you, barely registering you’re there. When you call his name again, it’s like someone shook him awake, his eyes becoming lively. Noticing you next to him, he gives you a small smile, but can't seem to answer your question.

Courage taking over you, you stand up and sit across his lap, your knees touching his thighs. When he notices you in front of him, he hugs you. His grips tightens when he realises it’s really you, holding on to you for his life. Fisting your clothes, starting tos ob into your shirt. “Steve it’s okay, you’re here. You’re home, save”, you caress his hair.

“I’m sorry, I don’t…I’m not the person to let emotions run freely”, he apologizes to you, wiping the tears away. “Don’t you dare apologize for having feelings or letting off some steam. Yeash, If I’ve went through what you just went through. Well, just say, crying was a start of coping with it. So please, don’t apologize”, using your mothervoice, you stroke his cheek with your thumb. He leans in your touch, closing his eyes, relaxing for a minute.   

“I’m tired, my wounds will heal quickly, thanks to the serum. When we were stuck in Peru, I did most of the night shifts. When Wanda and Sam were awake, I took a quick nap, before we started moving again. When you’re sleep deprived, you start thinking about things, let’s just say they aren’t soothing fort he mind. I’m tired, sore, hungry, but mostly glad to be here, with you”, his smile lopsided, trying to hide the weariness.  

“Let’s get you cleaned up, so you can eat and get some sleep”, trying to stand up, but Steve tuggs your arm, pushing you into him, embracing you thought. “I would like to stay, like this a little bit longer”, he says soft, laying his chin on top of your head. Laying your arms around his neck, you smile at him, humming as an okay, makes his smile brighten up.

“I was worried about you. I couldn’t inform you about the mission, so I didn’t know what you would think, when I didn’t show up the next morning. When we were lost, all I kept thinking about, was not being able to contact you. Letting you know I was okay, those thoughts scared me. It made me realize……I missed you, I missed the kids”, swallowing hard, avoiding eye contact with you. A blush creeping up on his cheeks. “Even when they aren’t mine and you aren’t my…..girlfriend. The thought of not ever seeing you guys again...”, Steve thightens his grip on you. Nuzzling the crook of your neck. Inhaling your sent, letting out a sigh. It was a rude wake up call, but the one he needed.

“Steve, I don’t know what to say. Sorry, seems so out of place. You had to go through this and worry about us too. You didn’t have to, sure I was scared for you. Not sure had happened to you, or was still happening to you. I can’t take those feeling away from you, I can be there for you and listen to your stories”, kissing his forehead, “Like you listened to me”, you kiss his cheek, “Like you made me feel me again,”your lips linger against his.

With a swift movement Steve captures your lips in a soft kiss. Enlightening a flutter in your stomach. Your heart pounding in your chest His grip on you tightens, pulling you closer to his chest. Raw emotions in his every touch. Coming back for air, he smiles a geniune smile at you. Taking away his shyness and meeting you halfway for another kiss, this time a passionate kiss. All his emotions are in this kiss, he missed you, needed you to be close, to be his. Not caring if your clothes get dirty, with his blood or dirt. Devouring your mouth, claiming it again and again, until you both are breathless. Laying his head against yours, “You okay”, asking while breathing heavy. “I’m fine, sorry for my meltdown,” giving you a quick kiss. “I get it, your tired, I know that feeling. It can take all your hopes, a sense of time, even your hunger away”,  you run a hand through his hair. Kissing him quick on the mouth, you stand up. Looking at the Avenger on the ground, extending your hand. “Need help to stand up?”, you quirked an eyebrow, a smug smile plastered on your face.

“Are you mocking me, doll?”, he smiles playful, “I can get up myself”, standing up gronnin with each pull on his wounds. stretching his back, from sitting on the ground for some time.

“Okay, sorry. Just wanted to offer you some help”, you say walking towards the door. Looking back at the tall Avenger trying to take off the upper part of his uniform. “Need some help with that?” you ask playful, a blush on your cheeks.

“Don't tempt my, doll”, Steve growls the last part. “Let me fresh up and I’ll be downstairs to eat that sandwich off yours”, motioning you to go downstairs. “MY sandwich, who’s tempting, who, Captain?” emphasising my, grinning while opening the door. When you turn around to make another comment, Steve throws his uniform at you. “Get out!” you chuckle, before turning on the shower and fully undressing. “The towels are in the cabinet under the sink” you yell walking downstairs.

Coming downstairs you get a questioning look from Isobel. “Steve’s tired and fell, I had to help him up. He’s taking a shower”, you answer swiftly before disappearing into the kitchen. Isobel follows you, “I'm glad he’s okay, mama. Will he be staying over?”, she asks trying to hide her excitement. “Would you be okay with that?”, you ask surprised, eyeing your daughter. “You said he was tired. He needs to sleep. You always say, that we don’t let our guest leave when they are too tired to pay attention to the road”, Isobel shruggs.

“It would mean that you and your brother stay in the same bedroom. If he stays, I was thinking that he needed a good night sleep, so he can sleep in my bed. I will sleep in you’re bed and you get to have a sleepover with your brother”, summing up the plan makes Isobel frown, “I’m not going to sleep with that goofball”. She exclaimes crossing her arms. “You can stay in your own bed and Steve can sleep next to you”, Isobel snickers, seeing Steve standing behind you scratching his neck in embarrassment.  

“Why don’t you ask him, yourself”, Alex motioning to you that Steve’s stands behind you. You turn around and see him standing there a shy smile upon his face. “He, we were just discussing how we would arrange the bed, with you staying over”, you look at Steve, who’s trying to form an answer, but fails miserably. “I suggested, you would sleep with mom in one bed”, Isobel grins widely, seeing the resemblance between her and your smile. “If your mom doesn't mind sharing her bed, I wouldn't mind”, answering back, satisfied with his own answer.

“I won’t mind, just a slight warning, my feet are always cold”, you try to play it cool, but inside you have butterflies in your stomach and your mind is racing. What would you wear, did you shave your legs, did you have morning breath? How’d you look in the morning, oh god, if he was interested in you, wait until morning, it would be over soon. Face palming yourself internally, you hope you have time to freshen up before going to bed.

Steve’s eyeing you, “Y/N, you okay?”, seeing a slight panic in your eyes. “Yes, I just remembered that the bathroom needs to be cleaned. Can I go upstairs? The kids are in the living room, they’re wachting a movie. Won’t take long”, with that you’re heading upstairs, not seeing the amused smile on Steve’s face. You were nervous about sleeping in one bed, it made him relax more knowing that. He was a man of honour, he would behave, at least the first night. Joining the kids in the room, he chuckled when he heard you rumbling through the closets upstairs. This could be fun.

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72. Check, please?

20/04/2020

Hallo vanuit mijn keuken. Dit is nog steeds de enige plek met Wi-Fi. Ik schrijf dit dus vanaf mijn telefoon en ik hoop zo erg dat tumblr het niet weer verkloot. Mijn hoop is zeer, zeer laag. Maar ik zit in de keuken, want ik ben pasta aan het koken voor lunch.

Boy WHAT a day. Het is alsof het universum het zielig vond dat gisteren geen goede dag was en me dus een hart onder de riem wilt steken door deze dag goed te maken. Minus de slechte prijzen voor mijn stonks. 81 Bells maar? Serieus? Maar ja, ze gaan wel verbouwen, dus zelfs mijn Animal Crossing doet het goed.

Maar ja, ik had om 12:30 een afspraak via Microsoft Teams met mijn Sociologie lerares om te praten over de methodologie van mijn werkstuk en lang verhaal kort: het ziet er naar uit dat ik een heel stuk over glee ga schrijven. Gelukkig doet mijn camera het niet, want anders had ze mijn iets te enthousiaste gezicht gezien

Santana Diabla Lopez-Pierce, get ready!

In de ochtend was ik verder gegaan met het boek The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo en na de meeting ben ik verder gegaan en heb ik het uitgelezen en wow, wat een interessant boek vol met heart tugging momenten en plot twists.

10/10 would recommend.

Toen ik terug kwam van de badkamer zag ik een pakketje voor mijn deur liggen.

En yup. Yup. YUP. Na precies 14 dagen is Check, Please! Sticks and Scones aangekomen. Ironisch gezien had ik Ana gisteren gemaild om te vragen hoe ik het postkantoor kan benaderen om te vragen of er iets mis was. De zendtijd was zelf in tijden van Corona 4 t/m 6 dagen, niet 14, but who the fuck cares because it is here!!!!

Eerst zei ik tegen mezelf: “wacht tot vanavond”, maar waarom? Ik heb meteen hoofdstuk 9 “Parse”, het hoofdstuk dat niet online is gekomen, gelezen wow I can’t believe Ngozi gave Parser rights in 2019 (alhoewel, de zin “How he almost took his own-” is een waarheid die ik niet hoefde te weten jesus shit) en ik bladerde een beetje door het boek. Blijkbaar is er een ook een exclusieve Hockey Shit in dit boek? Dat wist ik niet, dus dat heb ik ook meteen gelezen!!! En OH MY GOD, de tweets. De tweets. Wat bedoelt Bitty met een nieuw openbaar account? Heeft Bittle in de laatste paar jaren in real time zitten tweeten en we hebben het nooit geweten??? 

Maar ja, de rest lees ik vanavond. Ik heb expres mijn reread gestopt na Year 2, want ik wilde Year 3 en 4 in dit boek lezen. HERE WE GO!

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We zijn niet veel later. Ik ben klaar met koken en ik ben naar de laptop gegaan, want ik vind tumblr altijd nog fijner vanaf desktop (wegens xkit lol).

Basic bitch food at its finest.

Over een half uur (het is nu 15:00) heb ik ook weer GLINT en het is een gastcollege, dus ik kijk er naar uit. Dat is nu het plan. Ik ga Bitty’s tweets lezen, pasta eten en college volgen. Maar ja, nu is Check, Please! echt voorbij voor mij. Vandaar de titel. Het is wat Ngozi tweette nadat ze het laatste hoofdstuk online zette.

Alhoewel, ik heb the Chirpbook niet gekocht wegens redenen. Hohoohohoh dus het is nog niet voorbij!

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19:34 en...

Ja bedankt Scribd, ik weet het! En ik heb nog 7 ongelezen boeken in mijn “saved list”, dus misschien betaal ik voor 1 maand (of ik moet iemand overhalen om ook een free trial te nemen) om alles af te lezen. Ik ben begonnen met They Both Die At The End, geschreven door Adam Silvera. Ik heb het boek al eens eerder gelezen, want ik ben een fan van Adam Silvera, maar nu lees ik het voor een digitale boekenclub.

Ik raad het boek aan, maar de hoofdpersonages gaan overduidelijk dood, dus als dat niet jouw cup of tea is, dan kan je dit boek het beste overslaan. Alhoewel, van alle Adam Silvera boeken gaat dit boek juist het minst over de pijn van de dood. Voor pure rouw kan je beter History Is All You Left Me lezen.

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20:12

Ik nam een onverwachtse pauze om Evelien lastig te gaan vallen. Ik en vier anderen bestormden haar eiland voor een bad. Ondertussen luisterde ik naar mijn nieuwste playlist: Hedwig and the Angry Inch ultimate playlist. Maar dankzij Evelien heb ik nu een gouden helm, een cool bad en heel veel tasjes. It was a good time.

Toen besloot ik ook even mijn vooruitzichten van mijn stonks te kijken en woah:

STONKS???

Woensdag t/m vrijdag heb ik dus kans op veel winst van mijn stonks. Hoera. Nu kan ik mijn lening weer eens afbetalen. Het is 2 miljoen Bells.

Maar oké. Ik had dus net GLINT en het was dus een open gastcollege. Er waren in totaal rond de 95 mensen aanwezig op Zoom. Onze klas heeft misschien rond de 25 leerlingen. Misschien minder? Er zijn ook mensen die hun Erasmus hebben moeten afbreken. Dit college was nu eenmaal open voor niet-studenten (zoals Dani hoi) en het was zeer intense en zeer goed en zeer emotioneel. Trans rights, baby. Als deze pandemie voorbij is, moet ik eens kijken of ik haar ook naar Nijmegen kan krijgen. Ze reist namelijk de hele wereld over. Voor de lockdown waren er zelfs plannen om naar Saudi-Arabië te gaan.

Dus dat was de dag. Ik moet nog gaan eten. 

Corona updates: uh. Ja. Er is zover ik weet niet veel veranderd. Gisteren was er weer in stijging in doden, want 4 mensen stierven. Slovenië doet het wel nog beter dan... heel West-Europa.

!! Houd in gedachte dat de legenda stopt bij 150. Het kan misleidend zijn zonder de legenda. !! De hoeveelheid besmettingen in Nederland is ook veel beter dan Italië, Spanje en Portugal. Maar ja, het punt is dat Slovenië niet in het diep rood zit.

Vandaag zijn dus allerlei regels versoepelt, maar ik zit binnen, dus ik heb geen idee hoe het zit in de realiteit.

Maar tijd voor weer dom Corona nieuws: supporters van de Braziliaanse president en de Amerikaanse president zijn protesten aan het houden tegen de Corona lockdown. Wat hebben deze mensen gemeen? Ze zijn allemaal te incompetent om na te denken! 

“Land of the free!” gebruiken de Amerikanen voor hun protest. Oh honey, If you wanna die, sure, feel free to do so, but others might wanna live. Ya see the problem here?

Eh. Waarschijnlijk niet. Ik snap dat hun argument dat de economie de klote in gaat als er een totale lockdown komt, maar het voelt niet als “I want to work!”, maar als “I want others to work for me!”. Een foto die best wel viral was gegaan was van een vrouw met een bordje met “I want a haircut!” en ja... zelf wilt ze niet werken, maar ze wilt dat andere werken zodat zij verder kan gaan met haar dagelijkse leven. 

De economie is helaas wel de shit in aan het gaan, sowieso met het toeristische seizoen voor de deur. Tenzij iemand gelooft om totaal ongedeerd te blijven (herinner je die vrouw die claimde dat God haar zou beschermen?), denk ik niet dat mensen gaan reizen. Je kan niet eens reizen. In Slovenië verwachten ze ook een 60 - 70% verlies in de toeristische sector.

Het is gewoon een rare tijd, yea. In Showmance zei Kevin ook zoiets van “I am constantly calculating every step”, als in hij is constant aan het berekenen welke kleine handelingen grote effecten kunnen hebben. Als hij naar plek A gaat en de deurklink vast houdt, kan de volgende het naar plek B brengen enz. 

Ik ken toevallig iemand online en zij heeft Corona. Het gaat goed met Margot en ze heeft milde symptomen, maar ze kan echt totaal niet begrijpen waar het vandaan komt. Niemand in haar directe en indirecte omgeving (vrienden van vrienden van vrienden van) heeft Corona, dus zij denkt dus ook dat het van zo’n deurklink situatie komt. Dani zei al eerder: dit is een soort van butterfly effect.

Dus dat is hoe het nu is. 

Have another damned cat.