#pooh & friends give him so much peace and happiness

[guidingkey]

he promised to not fall asleep, though pooh can understand the exhaust from being the biggest hero across the world. the weight above him is slightly uncomfortable, though pooh doesn't bare to move, allowing his best friend to snooze comfortably. with both paws continuing to hold the single gloved hand of the brunet, he too, closes his eyes to slumber. ❝ goodnight, sora. ❞ his voice matches a whisper. ❝ i hope you have the sweetest of dreams ... ❞ 🐻💤

he’d come back to visit, as soon as he was able to. well … as soon as he could, anyway. it’d taken some time … with — with everything that’d happened, but he was back. and maybe — maybe he’d taken a little too much time to come back and visit pooh, but … he’d been a little scared. scared that he’d find himself missing on the cover of pooh’s book again. scared that this time — maybe he wouldn’t be able to get back. that his connection with pooh would be gone, not just growing fainter, and that he wouldn’t have even known it.

but that wasn’t true. sora knew that. every time he would worry, he’d close his eyes, hand on his chest, and he’d look deep inside his heart … and still felt pooh there. that bond hadn’t been broken, hadn’t disappeared while he was gone. nothing so terrible had happened to him, he hadn’t changed so much that he’d lost his friend.

but he couldn’t shake the feeling that … that it wouldn’t last forever. that one day, he’d have to leave, and he wouldn’t ever be able to come back.

but today hadn’t been that day. and sora —- sora had been so glad. so happy he’d decided to visit merlin, and ask about pooh bear. falling into the book felt like falling back home, and even though there weren’t any islands or oceans or palm trees, his friends were still here. there were hunny bees and hunny pots and eeyore to keep company, rabbit to help garden, tigger to bounce with, roo and lumpy to stomp along, and pooh to sit with. 100 acre wood was just as much home as destiny islands were.

and so maybe in the face of that, in the relief and peace he found with the animals and their homey little world where finding pooh his hunny was the most concerning thing, he was a little hesitant to leave, but could you blame him? he was drawing his time out here as long as he could, and when he started getting sleepy he didn’t fight it as much as he should have, didn’t say his goodbyes to go back to his own world.

because pooh was one of his best friends. and maybe one day, he’d have to say goodbye, but as long as he could, he’d keep coming back here. and when he couldn’t anymore, he’d still have this place, have pooh, in his heart. not just a memory. a connection, just as deep and real even if he couldn’t visit in person anymore. pooh would always be with him where it mattered most. 

so it’s easy to fall asleep, even when he promised he wouldn’t. the woods are quiet this time of night and he’s surrounded by near and dear friends. they’ll always be there for him, but this time it’s special. it’s comforting.

and it’s one of the best nights sleep sora ends up getting in a long, long time.

[pookapics]

Sugar, Butter and Flour - A CEO!Steve Rogers x Baker!Reader (Christmas Series) Chapter 1 ~ Opening up!

Summary: Steve Rogers is a Grinch, he pushes through the Christmas holidays with a smile for his young daughter, Sarah. The widower doesn’t enjoy the holidays and would rather focus on his work at the ‘Avengers Law Firm’ but with an upcoming ‘Christmas Wrap Party’ at the firm, his path becomes entwined with (YN) (LN), the owner of a small bakery who’s catering for the event and has managed to steal the heart of Steve’s young daughter. Will he fall for the young baker? Or will his bitterness toward the Christmas holidays and his grief keep him from finding happiness again during the ‘happiest time of the year’?

Warnings - Nothing! This is just fluff~ Reader and Steve do not meet in this chapter though!

Word count - 6,038

Masterlist - https://protectthelesbians.tumblr.com/post/189337379588/are-you-wanting-a-heart-warming-fan-fiction-just

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YOUR POV

Opening up the shop in the mornings was the most stressful but rewarding part of your day. The hustle and bustle of the city contrasted the almost serene and homely atmosphere of the bakery. Smells of freshly baked buttery croissants wafted out of the door, leaving a scent trail for the hungry passerby to follow. Flour dusted in your hair and hands, which you quickly dusted off onto your apron before waving to fellow shop-owners across the street, to Mrs Crazinski, who owned the flower shop or Mr McCloud, who owned the traditional-styled butcher shop. The shops in this corner of the city were like a little community, hiding amongst the busy streets of New York in plain sight.

Picking up a piece of chalk, you started to write up the special ‘Sweet Treat Of the Day’ upon the chalkboard, the treat of the day was never the same, always coming up with something new and tasty for your customers to try. Sometimes you spent hours the night before testing and trying out new ingredients which would make people’s mouths water at just the name alone. Just as you were writing up the special, your tongue poking out of the side as you focused on the chalkboard, trying to write it perfectly when suddenly the door crashed open which made you drop the chalk piece to the floor with a squeak.

“MORNING!?” A flurry of auburn hair ran in, a yellow scarf wrapped tightly around their neck, it was your best friend Dot or Dottie as you called her sometimes, she was a highly rambunctious woman and your partner in crime. She helped you out on the ‘business’ side of your business, your focus was mostly on the treats themselves and baking “Morning Dot, nearly scared me half to death.” You teased and picked up the chalk piece you dropped and resumed writing up the new ‘Sweet Treat Of the Day’ which you wrote in soft cursive.

Dot scoffed and put her bag down and pulled off her scarf “So, what the special today (YN)?” She leant against the counter and watched as you put the chalkboard up in its rightful place, facing the door “Today’s special is cinnamon spiced apple pie bites.” Dot let out a face of pure delight “Oh my god those sound heavenly! I don’t know how you do it, (YN).” You giggled in response “I just bake with the heart, when I get the idea I run with it. Want one to take with you?” You knew the answer already and approached the dessert cabinet which held your freshly-made treats. Dot nodded happily as she watched you gently take one out of the cabinet and wrap it in festive paper, starting to ring her up on the till.

“Already in the festive mood I see?” She looked around the bakery which had tinsel and decorations littered around the place, Christmas lights strung up above over the sit-in area of the bakery as well. Flushing gently, you nodded “I like to get in the festive season, it makes people more cheerful.” Pushing the buttons on the cash register “And I like to make people feel happy when they’re in here, a break from all the stress out there.” Pointing where the sound of car horns was coming from and the general sound of traffic.

Smiling, Dot got out her purse “I think you always succeed at that, you could even make the grinchiest person smile I bet! So! How much do I owe ya?” Unzipping her purse, ready to pay. With a gentle ring, the total came up “That’ll be $3.50.” watching as your friend pulled out a five “Keep the change” Dot winked which made you laugh “Well! Aren’t you being rather generous?” cashing the 5 dollar note into the register, Dot snorting “What can I say? The holiday’s makes me feel generous!” The two of you laughing as you handed over the wrapped up treat in a small paper-bag. You turned your head suddenly when you heard your phone going off and then hearing the oven timer go off “Dot, be a pal and see who’s messaging me, I’m not letting these loaves burn!” You always put your phone to the side near the office, the kitchen and ovens needed your attention more than your phone did.

Scuttling back into the kitchen, grabbing your oven mitts and opened up the large oven and took out the trays on trays of beautifully risen bread loaves, each dusted golden on-top. As you took out the last tray, you could hear Dot squealing happily, which made you call out “Dot? You alright?” Leaving the bread to cool for a moment, going to check on your friend and go see what was going on. Poking your head round front, seeing your friend clutching your phone in her hands with an awestruck expression upon her face “Uhm Dot?” looking at her as she turned her head to look at you

“The Avengers Law Firm want you to cater for their Christmas party…”

You coughed on your own spit, shocked beyond belief.

‘THE Avengers Law Firm’ wants you to cater for them! YOU!?

“W-What?! No! You’re not being serious!” The law firm was notoriously wealthy, the clients were high-end officials, hell even politicians used the firm for their needs. You’d never catered for this big of a client, this was a big opportunity for the bakery and you couldn’t give up this big of a deal. Dot was as shocked as you were “You have to respond!” shoving the phone into your hands which were still covered in oven-mitts, you quickly shed the oven-mitts “How did they find out about the bakery!?”

You were shocked, how would a big law firm like the Avengers find out about your bakery? You stared at the email which was sent by a representative from the company, your eyes scanned through the email, picking out the important parts.

‘Dear Miss (LN),

I am a representative from the ‘Avengers Law Firm’ and hoping to start correspondences with you concerning an offer for your bakery ‘Fairy-Cakes Bakery’ to work with our law firm for a catering job for our annual Christmas party. This is the biggest event for our company and we wish to share the opportunity with your business. If you wish to further communications and start working with us on the event, email back and we can organise a meeting with a representative who can agree to the terms. Thank you and hope to receive a response shortly.’

Maria Hill

(Representative for ‘Avengers Law’)

You looked up from your phone “I-I don’t know how to email back?! What if I sound like an idiot!” Looking at Dot, who took the phone “Hey Hey! Calm down, I deal with business emails all the time, I can sort this out! You focus on opening up the shop! We can do this!” Dot reassured you, you nodded and flipped the sign around to say ‘Open’. You let out a deep breath “Okay… I can do this! We can do this! I’m taking this offer!” Dot cheered as she typed out an email as you turned the ‘CLOSED’ sign around to say ‘OPEN!’.

This morning was definitely one of the most eventful opening mornings for the bakery yet.

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Steve’s POV

I was up making myself some coffee, dressed in my shirt and trousers, my tie not tied yet. Still in the process of waking up and getting adjusted and enjoying the morning-time for a little bit before the rush of work began. Sipping my black coffee, I relaxed at the kitchen-counter and enjoyed the peace and quiet for a moment

“DADDY!” A loud squeal could be heard from upstairs, peace never lasts when you have a tiny child tornado in your house. I turned to watch the stairs as the sound of little feet padded against the floorboards upstairs, a little figure appearing at the top of the stairs. The little girl with golden curls, matching my hair perfectly, said hair covering her eyes a little so she used her forearm to push the hair away from her face, letting out a large cheesy grin. That cheesy grin made me smile “Morning Sunshine, careful going down the stairs remember!”

His little girl.

His Sunshine.

His Sarah.

Sarah held onto the banister and headed down the stairs carefully, watching her feet as not to tumble down the stairs, she hopped onto the landing when she reached the final step, she rushed over to where I was sitting at the kitchen-counter. Sarah climbed up onto my lap, she was dressed in her ‘Winnie the Pooh’ onesie as it was starting to get cold outside and I didn’t want her getting too cold in the night. I brushed my hand through Sarah’s hair and smoothed it back away from her face “How did you sleep sweetheart?” Wrapping my arm around my daughter’s waist gently, holding her safely on my lap as she looked up at me “I slept good, Daddy!” giggling and stared up at me, she had her mother’s hazel brown eyes.

Humming softly, I held Sarah close “You’re getting to spend the day with Uncle Bucky today! You excited?” I began to softly tickle her sides as she squealed “I love Uncle Bucky!” It was the weekend and of course I was still working on a case so I asked Buck to babysit her today, not that Bucky minded. He loved his niece to death honestly and would do anything for her.

Holding Sarah on my hip, I decided that breakfast needed to be sorted out “What do you want for breakfast, Sunshine?” he asked and watched as Sarah tried to decide “Strawberry Jelly on toast!” She pointed to the loaf of bread “I can definitely get that ready for you, Sunshine. Want some fruit as well?” Placing Sarah down as I went to get started on her breakfast, she nodded and waddle around and went to watch some morning cartoons as she waited for her breakfast patiently, plopping down in front of the TV.

Putting the bread in the toaster, I finished off my coffee and watched over Sarah as she watched ‘Sofia the First’ on the TV. I began cutting up a banana for Sarah’s breakfast on a chopping board, plating everything up as I waited for the toaster to pop up, sighing.

Sarah was 5 already, in Kindergarten and growing up so fast. Too fast for my liking. I didn’t want my little girl growing up so fast. It felt like only a few moments ago, I was holding her for the first time, her head dusted with soft golden hair, no doubt I was her dad. The toaster pinged as the bread popped up, grabbing it quickly, I spread the strawberry jelly on for her “Alright Sunshine! eat your breakfast at the table!” Seeing her scuttle to the kitchen table, meaning I wouldn’t have to watch ‘Paw Patrol’ for the 8th time in a row. Placing the plate of food down in front of Sarah “want juice!” Sarah squealed and looked up at me from her seat “What’s the magic word?” Quirking my brow and watching as my daughter giggled “Pwease!” I nodded and ruffled her hair, getting her some orange juice.

“Good Morning!” Bucky burst in, his leather jacket in the crook of his elbow, wearing one of his burgundy Henley shirts, his hair swept back into a bun to keep it off his face, he grinned as he heard the squeals of little Sarah “UNCLE BUCKY!!!” obviously excited to see her uncle again, strawberry jelly on her cheeks from her toast. Chuckling, I embraced Bucky “Ready to spend the day out with Sarah?” Bucky hugged his best friend for a moment “Of course! Me and Sarah are going to have the best time together today! Just the two of us!” Bucky grinned and rested his back against the fridge as I checked my phone, it was from Maria saying that the caterer agreed to a meeting.

But we only had one person who could go out of the business today to go meet with said caterer, we always preferred to have a pair meeting with collaborators. And since this was a bakery, we needed someone to test the confectionery before we signed anything for certain. That’s when the idea hit.

“Hey Buck, could you possibly do me a favour when you’re out with Sarah?” Asking Bucky, knowing that as soon as I mention who would be joining the two, he would not be happy “A favour? Want me to do a grocery shop too?” Acting sassy and quirking his brow, making Sarah giggle into her toast. Rolling my eyes, I continued “We’re hiring a bakery to cater for our Christmas Party but we need someone to test out their goods before we sign anythin-” Bucky interrupted “I’m sold! You know I have a sweet tooth Bud, and so does Sarah. We’re perfect for the job aren’t we?” Sarah squealed and nodded “Yep yep!” finishing her toast.

“But you’ll have to go with someone who’ll sort out the business part so… I’m asking Sam to join the two of you.” I saw Bucky’s face drop, him and Sam had a rivalry of sorts, like siblings which keep trying to outwit each other, I always had to break apart any scuffles they had with each other, flashbacks to thanksgiving dinner last year made me shiver.

“NO!”

“YES!! UNCLE SAMMY!!”

Bucky looked betrayed at Sarah’s exclamations “But don’t you want a day with your favourite uncle?” He pouted towards Sarah, watching as she pondered up what to say back “No! I want to spend the day with my favourite uncles!” Bucky knew he couldn’t fight Sarah on this, not when he knew that if he said no, she’d pull out what he called the inherited ‘Steve Rogers Puppy Dog Eyes’. Anyone and everyone lost to those eyes.

“Fine… Bird-brain can come with.” Bucky was not impressed but Sarah wanted him there and Steve needed this for work. I smiled at him and nodded “Thanks Buck.” texting Sam that the plan was a-go and to get to his apartment as soon as possible. Watching as Bucky wiped Sarah’s face clean with a napkin since she had jelly all over her face “Well sunshine, you should go get dressed since Uncle Sam’s on his way!” Sarah nodded and scurried off to go get changed, she was quite independent for a kindergartner and liked getting dressed herself, together they usually laid an outfit out for her the day before just to make it easier for her in the mornings

“She’s grown up so fast…” Bucky sighed and watched as Sarah climbed up the stairs on her own “I remember her first taking her steps, it was on your birthday.” looking over to me, I remembered that day, I cried when she took her first steps “She’s still my baby, she always will be…” sighing as I heard Sarah giggling upstairs to herself. Hearing the front door open, I turned my head to see Sam walking in “Morning Steve! Sarah getting ready?” He wiped his shoes off on the doormat “Yeah she’ll be down in a sec.” Still sat at the kitchen-counter as I watched Bucky and Sam catch eyes, it felt like a stand-off.

Like cat versus dog.

Sam cleared his throat “Bucky.” Bucky frowned and glared at Sam “Samuel…” I just rolled my eyes “Can you two behave for Sarah’s sake?!” I honestly sounded exasperated, annoyed by the two of them. They both glared at me for a moment before they sighed, crossing their arms “Fine. We’ll behave!” still glaring at each other slightly but their eyes softened when Sarah came waddling in, wearing a cute pink polar bear jumper with a dungaree dress “Uncle Bucky! Can you help me with my hair!!” Holding pink hair ties, brush and a bow in her hands, needing help with her messy blonde hair. Bucky was immediately by Sarah’s side and had her on his lap, brushing out her hair and pulling her hair gently into two ponytails, sliding the bow into her hair as well “There! Now let's get your jacket and shoes!” Sam grinned and grabbed Sarah’s jacket and shoes for her “Hey Sarah-bean! Come get your jacket and shoes!” He called out, watching as Sarah rushed to cuddle Sam’s legs, happy to see him.

I watched my two best friends help Sarah with her coat and shoes, I grabbed Sarah’s backpack for her, it was a paw patrol backpack and was her favourite “Here you go Sunshine, you have fun with your uncles alright?” smiling and holding my arms out for a hug, Sarah launched herself into my arms “I will Daddy! Have fun at work!” She hugged me happily, I kissed her forehead gently as I watched her pull away and walk off with Sam and Bucky. Waving them off at the door, I turned to check the clock, I needed to be in work by for an hours time for a meeting with a client.

That was definitely enough time to make myself another coffee.

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BACK TO THE BAKERY~~

YOUR POV

It had been a few hours since I had Dot write up that email response for me, Maria had gotten back to me and said that the representative would be out to the bakery in the next couple of hours to discuss the catering job and to test some of the bakery’s treats. You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous about a company official coming into your small bakery, you were scared they’d rip into you. You kept serving up to your customers, chatting with your regulars who came in a lot when they were in the area, packaging up their orders. Christmas music softly playing in the shop, getting everyone into the Christmas spirit slowly “Here you go Barry! I hope your wife enjoys the cheesecake!” Handing the bag of treats over to Barry, who nodded “Its wouldn’t be a date night without one of your cheesecakes, (YN)!” He put a tip in the jar and took the bag, walking out of the shop happily. Waving him off, you put the cash in the register and heard the timer go off, that would be the shortbread.

Heading back into the kitchen, sliding on your mitts, you started to pull out the trays of baked shortbread cookies, the buttery smell wafting into your nose delightfully. The bell which notified when a customer entered went off, you turned your head “I’ll be there in just a moment!” you called out and put the cookies on a rack to cool off, quickly dusting caster sugar on-top of them before leaving them to cool. Walking up to the front, you took off the oven mitts and stuffed them into the string of your apron, you could hear 3 different voices. You entered the front of shop and now could match 2 of the 3 different voices to faces. There were two tall men, they had a sense of tension between them which was palpable, you held back a giggle but then heard a soft voice from just below the counter speak out “Uncle Sam! Uncle Buck! Look at all the caaaake!” Peeking your head over the counter, you came face to face with a big pair of hazel brown eyes and golden hair “Hello there!” you spoke softly, the little girl giggled “Do you make all of these cakes?” Smiling, you nodded “I do! I make everything fresh everyday!” your words made the little girl’s eyes widen “Really?!” You couldn’t help but smile at this little girl, she was just a bundle of sunshine.

Glancing up to the two guys “What can I do for you gentlemen?” Asking them, resting my elbow against the counter, watching as one of them stepped forward “Hello I’m Sam Wilson, I’m partly here on business, I’m a representative for ‘Avengers Law’.” You gulped and looked at him “I-I see.” you tried not to stutter but failed, Sam chuckled “But as you can see, I’m also here with my niece, she’s our taste-tester.” The little girl giggled at that, the other guy who was with them picked her up and held her on his hip with ease “I’m the other uncle, Uncle Bucky as you probably heard.” he shrugged his shoulders.

You nodded and slightly relaxed, realising there wasn’t a heavy pressure being placed on you right now “Shall we start with the taste test?” you quirked a brow which made the little girl nod fervently, excited to try some sweet treats “Now what’s your name, little taste-tester?” Asking the little girl, who looked at you happily “Sarah! What’s your name?” smiling you responded “Nice to meet you, Sarah! I’m (YN)! Would you like to pick some things for you and your uncles to taste test?” Little Sarah nodded quickly and wriggled out of Bucky’s arms so she could walk over to the dessert case, her little chubby hands on the glass as she stared at the pure variety of sweet treats, never seeing this many desserts in one place before.

Bucky laughed and watched his niece stare at the sweet treats in wonder “This place is like Willy Wonka’s factory!” he noted which made you and Sam snort “I get that comment a lot!” Glancing to Sarah, who was still trying to decide on what to test “So how long have you guys been open?” Sam asked and walked up to the counter “We’ve been open for a whole year actually! I’m happy that my little business is thriving!” giggling softly and dusting off your apron. Sam and Bucky nodded and smiled, Sarah called out “I’VE DECIDED!” She called out and was pointing at the cabinet, you walked over “Let's get your order ready then! What do you like the look of?” Doting on Sarah, picking up your kitchen tongs and taking out the cakes and desserts which Sarah chose and plated them up, putting them on the counter “Shall I bring these to a table?” Sam and Bucky agreed and herded Sarah over to a table, sitting down, the Christmas lights hung from above gave certain spots on the floor and table a soft red and green glow. You carried the plates over to the table and placed them down, giving each of them a fork and spoon to use.

Sarah had chosen 3 desserts.

Her first choice was a British classic, a slice of Victoria Sponge cake, the sponge itself was soft and moist with the top dusted in powdered sugar for decoration. The jam or jelly in the middle was a simple strawberry jam sandwiched together with a smooth buttercream, the two layers of the cake gently sandwiched together but not hard enough for the cream and jam to spill down the sides of the bottom layer. You hoped to introduce a British classic to your customers and possibly introduce a new favourite cake into their lives.

Her second choice was a donut, one of your late-night creations that you came up with. The donut itself was the perfect thickness, not too thin and not too thick. The flavouring was the special part of the donut, it was caramel apple flavoured. Inside the donut, there was an almost apple-pie filling inside with a caramel sweetness peeking through which would sate any sweet-tooth’s cravings.

The last choice Sarah made was a cookie, this was a limited edition Christmas cookie, it was created when you remembered the sweets and candy you ate growing up. The soft and still warm cookie was flavoured and inspired by ‘Terry’s Chocolate Orange’, you remember opening one of those around this time of year, sometimes getting them in your stocking. The chocolate bits in the cookie were melty, oozing when you broke the cookie apart, the chocolate infused with an orange zest and flavour. You hoped this would feel nostalgic to some people and make people smile.

You sat back and watched them take bits of your desserts, awaiting a reaction from them, most of your customers left with their desserts so you never got to see their reaction to trying out your creations so you were excited to see Sarah, Bucky and Sam’s reactions. Sarah’s little face lit up, she was digging into the Victoria sponge cake happily with her fork clutched in her tiny hand, crumbs all over her cheeks. Bucky on the other hand, had his hand on the donut and the filling was covering his lips and dripping a little bit into his facial hair which made you snort a little. Sam was trying out the cookie and was in awe when he broke apart the cookie and saw the gooey chocolate dribbling from the cracks when you pulled it apart. You bit your nails, watching them with a smile on your face, swaying to the soft sound of Christmas music playing.

“You like em?” asking the three of them who nodded, swapping around the desserts so they’d all get a taste of each of the chosen desserts, you giggled “I’m glad!” Bucky turned his head “They’re just… wow!” He wiped the filling from his facial hair with his finger and licked it off. Sam nodded “For once in my life, I agree with Bucky!” Bucky glared at Sam’s comment, who just smirked at him in response. Sarah had her mouth full of cake, cheeks covered in crumbs, legs swinging back and forth on the chair. Sarah finished her mouthful “They’re scrumptious!” You snorted a little, so did the boys, not expecting that word to come out of her mouth “Well I’m glad I get your seal of approval!” using your apron to gently wipe the crumbs off of her flushed chubby cheeks, she squealed “that tickles!” You finished wiping her face clean of cake crumbs “There.”

You turned to Sam “Has the taste test changed whether or not you want to work with me?” You were much more relaxed so joked around with them, Sam laughed “It definitely solidified us wanting to hire you for the catering job! Those were delicious!” He reached into his satchel “I suppose the fun stuff has to end for a little, boring business stuff now.” You nodded and glanced to Sarah “I have a small reading nook over there, I’m talking business with your Uncle Sam now.” Sarah nodded happily and dragged Bucky with her to go read, he was happy to be escaping the business stuff.

Sam brought out the paperwork to go over, you remembered what Dot had told you and knew what to look out for in a contract, Dot had a business degree so you trusted her advice. Flicking through the paperwork, eyes flickering across the page and taking in all the legalities of the job and the pay you would be receiving for said job. You’d only catered for weddings so you weren’t used to the extensive contract which was placed in your lap but you got through it and agreed to any terms and asked about anything that raised concern. And with a simple signature, you’d made the deal with ‘Avengers Law’, officially catering for their event. You even shook hands with Sam, officiating the deal.

Sam called over Bucky and Sarah “Business talk is over! You guys still up for seeing Frozen 2?” Asking Sarah, who’d been pestering Steve about wanting to go see it but suddenly she pouted “B-But I wanna stay here with (YN)!” She whined, the boys didn’t know what to do but you stepped in “Hey kiddo, going to the movies sounds fun! I wish I could go see Frozen 2 but I have to work! And hey, if you ask your daddy or your uncles, you’re welcome to come back here sometime and bake with me?” You suggested, kneeling on the ground and getting down onto her level, not towering over her. She gasped “Really?!” excited at that idea, you nodded and smiled “But only if you’re good and go have fun with your uncles!” She nodded and rushed over to stand with Sam. Bucky helped you to your feet “You’re really good with kids.” he noted, you smiled “I get a lot of customers with children, I learnt a few things.”

Bucky smiled slightly “Can we take something to go?  I think Sarah’s dad definitely needs to try one of these treats.” You smiled “Of course! What kind of flavours does he like? He got a sweet-tooth?” Bucky shook his head “He prefers savoury or deeper things like dark chocolate I suppose.” he tried to explain, but even with just a tiny description, you had a few things picked out already “I have a few things in mind.” walking back to the dessert cabinet, you picked out a few things “Here’s a bourbon and maple syrup donut, a personal favourite of my adult customers.” Bucky nodded as you wrapped it up in the festive wrapping paper, humming Christmas songs to yourself faintly “Do you think Sarah would like something for later? An after-dinner treat for being a good girl?” Sarah’s ears perked up at that “Can I Uncle Buck? Uncle Sam?” Looking between them for reassurance, they both nodded “Pick something, kiddo.” She rushed back up to the cabinet and pointed to the gingerbread men “One of those, please!” showcasing her manners and politeness “Thank you for being so polite, Sarah! I’ll get that right for you Little Miss!” Using your tongs to take one gingerbread man out and wrapped it up in the festive paper which made Sarah smile “The paper has candy-canes on it!” she squealed and peered up at the counter from where she stood “Indeed! Its coming up to Christmas after all!” smiling widely at the little girl who then spoke “How did you know I’ve been a good girl today?” tilting her head. You smiled faintly and knew exactly what to say “Well. A jolly man in a red suit told me you’d been a very good girl and only good girls get dessert after all!” Seeing her little face light up at that  “Santa told you I’d been good!?” she squealed and bounced up and down “Yes he did! Continue being a good girl for your uncles okay?” You winked, she nodded happily as you handed over the wrapped gingerbread man to her, giving Bucky the wrapped donut. Bucky reached for his wallet “How much do I owe you?” he opened it and prepared to pay when you held your hand up “Its on the house! Please just make sure you guys enjoy your day and the rest of the holidays.” smiling, watching as Bucky put his wallet away “Thank you Miss (YN), I hope you have a good day.” He walked towards the door as Sam followed, Sarah began to wave “Bye Miss (YN)! I’ll ask my daddy about coming to bake with you!” She waved and held her gingerbread man in her other hand, walking out of the shop with them.

“Bye! Have a nice day!” Waving goodbye to them, sighing softly, that little girl really did make you smile, she was just so darn sweet. Watching out the window, watching as Sarah happily skipped down the street, heading to their car. Turning away from the window, you headed round back to grab the trays of shortbread, which were probably fully cooled by now, preparing them for display. Hearing the bell go off again, you knew it was a customer, probably a regular in for their usual coffee and cake.

And you couldn’t help but smile even wider when you chatted with them, still buzzing and full of happy giggles from spending time with little Sarah, she really was a little ray of sunshine.

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Steve’s POV

Arriving back from work, I parked in the apartment building’s secure parking lot before heading up, briefcase in one hand and my phone in another. Opening the front door gently, I called out “Guys! I’m home!” Wandering in, I came to find Sarah asleep on Bucky’s chest, who two was passed out, she was in her Elsa dress, obviously went to see Frozen 2 today as planned. Sam was in the kitchen, sipping a coffee “Hey man, yeah she crashed immediately after dinner, her face was nearly in her spaghetti.” Sam had cleaned the dishes clearly and left them to air dry on the rack “Thank you for today, so did you go to the bakery?” Sam nodded “Steve, the owner is extremely kind and their food is divine, you made the right choice choosing them to cater for the Christmas party.” I smiled “Good. What did Sarah think?” I asked, Sarah’s sweet-tooth was always the best judge “She loved everything placed in front of her but she loved the owner more, she was begging to stay and bake with her.” He chuckled softly, I smiled, “Well I trust my daughter’s opinion on sweet things.”

Sam smiled “Shall we get them to bed?” Pointing to the sleeping figures of Bucky and Sarah, both cuddled on the couch sleepily. Grinning, I wandered over to the couch and picked up Sarah, holding her to my chest gently and trying not to jostle her “Let's get you to bed, Sunshine.” carrying her up the stairs to her room. The walls of the room were painted with pictures of animals and mythical creatures, I’d painted her room for her when she was very little and I was on paternity. Memories flooding back to me as I picked up her onesie, helping her out of her Elsa dress gently and putting on the onesie, had to make sure she was kept warm throughout the night. New York winters can get very cold, especially for little ones like Sarah. After gently zipping up the onesie, I placed her down into her princess bed, pulling the covers over her and sliding her favourite teddy bear since birth, Bucky Bear under her arm. She immediately cuddled into it, I kissed her forehead softly and switched on her star night-light, quietly leaving her room, making sure the door was cracked open a little “Goodnight my Sunshine…”

I left her to sleep, walking down the stairs to see Sam trying to lift Bucky “I’ll give him a lift home, I can bring him back tomorrow to collect his car.” I nodded and helped Sam get Bucky to the lift “By the way, the baker picked something out for you, something to fit your tastes. Its on the counter.” Sam waved goodbye as the lift descended, taking Sam and Bucky to the parking lot, leaving me standing there in my apartment. I turned to the kitchen and found the little package on the counter, decorated in festive candy-cane wrapping, I wasn’t one for the holidays but the details of the packaging made me chuckle gently. Unwrapping it carefully, I pulled out a donut, I quirked a brow in curiosity and leant in to take a gentle bite.

Flavours burst into my mouth with a single bite, the faint sweetness of maple syrup coating my lips but it was nicely complemented with the smokey and deep taste of bourbon, I’d never tasted a donut like this before. Again, I didn’t usually enjoy sweet things, but the balance of the sweet maple syrup and the deep bourbon liquor made me go in to take another bite. This baker, the one who seemed to enchant his best friend and his daughter, definitely knew how to pick out a treat for those who didn’t like things ‘too sweet’.

I thought to myself for a moment, it entered my head as I took the final bite of the donut ‘I guess I just might have to go meet this baker and buy another one of these’ and as I thought, I turned to stare out my window. And as I did, the first snow for December began to fall gently, the snowflakes floating past the window-glass and cascading down, refracting light like shimmering glitters.

The Christmas season had officially and properly begun.

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 19 of 30]

Summary: Erik teaches Yani a lesson and change is in the air...

NSFW. Mature Audience. Smut.

"Sunshine & the rain Sunshine & the rain I'm feelin that pressure, now, now I'm feelin that same old round and round I can't go forward

I need a boost to catapult me high feels like the come up is way too tight chokin and squeezin' my life, every time"

Joi—"Sunshine & The Rain"

Yani knew Erik watched her from the security cams when she left for the night. She made sure to walk in front of all visible optics in case Neal was lurking for her too. Huntsman commenting on her relationship with Erik frightened her. Did Klaue know about it too?

The thought worried her all night when she slept at Leona's apartment. When she arrived back at the compound to cook breakfast and prep for the dinner meal, she stayed in the front house the entire time. It wasn't until the men left for the day to explore island bars that she even took a bit of time to walk down to the cove to relax. Erik was gone with the men. She had hoped that he could stay behind with her, but he made a point of driving the others into town. She asked him to pick up bottled water and extra batteries just in case they needed them.

The sky was even grayer when the men returned late in the evening. She ignored them all, including Erik. The standing freezer had an abundance of nickel-sized scallops and prosciutto. Yani cooked thin spaghetti noodles with fish sauce and fresh garlic with the scallops and tossed together an Italian salad with the thin slices of cured ham. This particular crew wasn't particular or even cared for dessert, so she watched them eat her food and quickly cleaned up after them when they were done.

She heard Erik talking to the others in the front house den. He was encouraging the men to leave early in the morning before the storm arrived, but the captain of the boat had trepidations about sailing back to Florida. Erik mentioned Puerto Rico but there was grumbling. The point became moot when one of the men turned up the view screen and the weather report was dire. The storm had grown and would pass by the island sooner than originally predicted.

The men would stay longer.

Erik sent her a text.

Go home and don't come back here until I tell you. Get to safety with your family.

She quickly texted him back.

If it gets bad, the safest place here is under the middle house. There is a large crawlspace there right under the kitchen window outside. The panic room is only for you. No one else.

Hug the baby for me.

Yani put together a to-go plate for herself and slipped away from the grounds without the men noticing.

Her Aunt and cousins made plans to stay in a shelter and she packed up pull-ups and baby food for Sydette and a small clothing bag for herself. Piling blankets in her car, she drove herself, Sydette and Twyla to the church shelter they had used since she was a child. It was better to be safe than sorry, and the other islanders who thought the same were already hunkering down for the night. As a child she had survived a Category 3 storm, so she was only slightly anxious with a Category 2 on the way.

The entire night she listened to prayers, a short sermon from the Pastor, and soft whispers from all around her as they all waited to see what the next day would bring. She dozed off around two in the morning but was abruptly woken up with Sydette clutched in her embrace as the wind howled outside the church. It was seven in the morning but darkness surrounded them.

Yani sat up and looked at Leona and Twyla.

"How bad is it?" she asked.

"We were lucky. The hurricane died down and didn't even come near us. Right now we are getting the tail end of a strong tropical storm. Praise God. Them say it'll pass through by evening," Leona said.

Yani exhaled with relief.

She changed Sydette's pull up and cleaned her hands with hand sanitizer before opening up a jar of baby food.

"We should go home," Twyla said.

"I think we should stay until we know for sure it is safe," Leona said.

Yani checked her cell. Erik sent a few texts while she was asleep. It looked like he was awake all night by the number of messages he left for her and the baby. She texted him back letting him know her family's plan to stay at the church longer. She was glad that their cell phones still worked.

Food was served throughout the day and by early evening, the winds had died away leaving a summer rain and the winking of sun rays peeking through the last of the clouded sky. She packed up her things and drove back to Leona's.

There was a time-sensitive notification in her emails that jumped out at her as she contacted relatives in the states to let them know they were okay. Although cell service worked on the island, it was crackly and hard to hear when they tried calling overseas.

The email was from the University.

A nursing student had dropped out of the early summer track for three online classes and Yani was offered the spot because of her high entry test scores. She accepted quickly and took a deep breath. She was going to start school sooner than expected. It meant she could qualify for three prerequisites for the newly created nurse/midwife track she wanted to get into. It also meant she had a shot at entering the accelerated program that was opening the following Spring.

It was happening.

Her career goals were coming to fruition.

Yani took a moment sitting in front of her Aunt's desktop computer in the living room. She touched her chest and felt her heart pounding. As long as she kept up her grades she would succeed. Gratefulness swelled inside of her. The time Erik gave her to relax and do some self-study on her own made her feel confident accepting the early start. She could do this. For herself and her baby.

She grabbed her phone.

"Killmonger."

"You and the baby good?"

Hearing his voice made her eyes water. She was glad she didn't face chat him.

"We're fine. Back at Auntie's. Killmonger…I get to start school early."

"Yeah?"

She spilled out her good news and Twyla walked in on her and saw the joy on her face. Her cousin's hand rubbing her back at the news made Yani feel happy.

School would start in a week.

She was ready.

###

Erik didn't allow Yani to return to the compound until the mercs had left.

He baked her a cake to congratulate her on her early start for school, and he damn near ran to her car when she pulled onto the property with the baby. His hand gripped her neck so tight once he had her in his arms. He didn't allow Sydette to leave his side once he had her back with him. The mercs leaving along with the storm made the compound feel light and free again.

Watching Yani eat the cake he made while feeding some to Sydette calmed his nerves. Their first night back together had them all cuddled together in one bed, and he spent the rest of the week spoiling Yani with fancy food, back rubs, foot massages and nights out with her friends while he looked after the baby.

Her last night going out before she started her classes found him cooking oxtails the way Leona showed him how to do it and attempting to make a decent batch of stew peas and rice. Sydette ran around him in the kitchen of Klaue's main house while Yani got showered for her evening of fun. He made the food for Yani's return because she was always starving after a late night out.

Packing the food up into the fridge, he gathered Sydette's overnight bag and carried the baby into the master bedroom.

"Aye Sweet Pea, say bye-bye to Mama. Kiss!" Yani said holding out her hands for Sydette.

Draped in a fluffy white bathrobe and face unmade, Erik watched Yani give smooches all over Sydette's face.

"Be a good girl for Twyla," she said.

"Be back," he said.

Taking Sydette away from her, Erik drove to Leona's and handed the baby over to Twyla. By the time he made it back to the compound, Yani had on her make-up and her clothes…

"The fuck you wearing?"

She stood in front of the master bedroom vanity mirror primping and smoothing oil onto her platinum-colored hair. Face beat like a Boss Bitch, her eyes dragged away from her own visage and gazed at him.

"What you mean?"

"Bend over."

Yani leaned forward slightly and the short form-fitting white shirt she was wearing like a mini dress raised up and he could see the underside of her ass cheeks clear as day.

"Nah…nah…put some pants on or get something else on—"

"Serious?"

She sucked her teeth at him.

"You ain't got no panties on—"

"Yes, I do."

She lifted up the dress higher and he saw silky white boy shorts.

Erik twisted up his lips. He didn't want to be that dude. He didn't want to sound or look like an insecure pooh butt. Women could wear what they wanted. He appreciated women who dressed sexy and were confident in that sexiness.

However…

"Yani, these niggas be ruthless in the club. Why you gotta have so much ass out? You know they gonna push up on you…I can see your cheeks, girl—"

"Barely. Just tell me you don't wahn mi grindin' on niggas—"

"I don't want you grindin' on niggas with that dress on."

"I'm not changing clothes."

She put her hand on her hip and her eyes challenged him to say different.

He fell back and watched her slip on her heels and grab her small purse.

"Who's picking you up?"

"Lesonne. I'm catching a cab back if I get tired early…stop trippin'. It's really not that short…"

His eyes dragged down to her thighs. He could see the tops of them. The dress shirt flared out on the sides hanging low enough to cover her hips, but the cut still showed a lot from the front and back.

Let her show off in peace.

The click-clack of her silver heels on the tiled floor broke him out of his thoughts of making her stay home with him. He seriously thought of going with her, but she was so bubbly gossiping with her girlfriends that he had to figure out why he was so agitated about a dress. A stupid dress he would've lusted over himself had he seen her in a club with it on. He would've been one of the men pushing up on her if he didn't know her.

She checked her phone.

"They're on their way," she said.

He followed her up to the main gate of the compound, and the longer they walked with her ahead of him, the more time he had to look at her hips twisting as she walked, her thighs all out teasing him. Erik felt that gnawing need to control what was happening. He reached out and stroked the right curve off her ass.

"Don't have them dudes—"

She brushed his hand away from her body.

His eyes narrowed and he pulled her arm back toward him.

"Are you listening to me?"

"I'll be a good girl."

She said the words, but the twist of her lips told him otherwise. He reached behind her and slapped her ass. Hard.

"Ow!"

She punched him in his chest.

"I'll be up waiting for you."

"I may not be back until early tomorrow."

Now he was really irritated.

"So what was the point of me taking Sydette to your Aunt's? We were supposed to have a grown- up night together before you start school—"

"I told you that I wasn't sure when I would be back—"

"You said no later than one or two."

"Well, it may be later than that—"

"So we not fucking?"

She checked her cell and fixed the thin white belt that cinched her waist.

"We'll see how I feel when I get back."

She rubbed his arm and turned around to show him her backside. Jiggling her cheeks, she giggled at him with her teasing.

"See, now you're being mean," he said.

He took his flat palm and smacked the shit out of her rump. She yelped and rubbed her ass.

"Save that for when I get—"

He yanked her panties down and slapped her vulva.

"Killmonger!"

Her hands tried to block his.

"Take them off."

"They're going to be here—"

"Take them off."

They heard Lesonne's car roll to the front of the gate, music blaring, tires screeching to a halt. Yani's phone vibrated in her purse. She pulled it out.

"Tell her you'll be out in a minute," he whispered.

Her fingers swiped her phone screen and she put her cell back in her purse.

"Panties."

Yani stepped out of her tiny boy shorts and held them. He moved up against her and traced his finger along her lips, the red matte lipstick rich on her mouth. He bent down and kissed her, serving her his warm tongue and he felt her body go limp against his.

Slipping two fingers between her legs, he separated her folds. She tugged on the bulge in his jeans. Inserting his fingers into her pussy, he thrust in and out slowly making her squirm. Her hand made his dick lift up so that it pointed at her.

"You wore that dress just to fuck with me," he whispered.

Her eyes were glassy and her pussy was dripping. The sticky fluid from her body made squishy sounds. He kept manipulating her folds until her legs shook. She vacillated between biting her lips, staring down at his fingers, and closing her eyes as he varied the depth and speed of his digits inside of her.

"Erik…fuck…"

"You come home at a decent hour so I can get in all this. Hear?"

Yani bit her lips as she tried to stifle the tiny groans coming from her mouth.

"I should fuck you right now, right here," he said.

"They're waiting…"

"So."

"Huuhnnn…"

Her hands rested against his chest, her warm fingers, pushing him back.

Hooking his fingers, Erik tapped on her walls and let his thumb flick over her clit.

"I should pick you up and let you slide down this dick. Fuck you standing up—"

"Stop!"

Yani removed his fingers from her slit and stepped away from him.

"Let me get going. I'll let you have it all when I get back."

He spun her around and pushed her against the gate. Dropping to his knees he pulled her soft ass cheeks apart and shoved his entire face into her pussy lips.

He heard Yani's hands slam against the metal gate bracing herself and she pushed her backside out giving him even more access to her private parts. Sliding his tongue along her outer labia, he licked his bottom lip that was wet with saliva.

He heard faint sounds escape her mouth as she tried to keep quiet as her friends waited on the other side of the gate. Shoving his tongue deep inside of her, Yani rocked her hips back to smash her ass into his face and he loved it. He gripped his dick through his pants and squeezed his balls to keep himself from cumming. He wanted to be knee-deep in her walls when he did that.

Removing his tongue, he let Yani's ass strike his face, getting his beard drenched with her sweet fluids. He had her soaking wet. It was time to make her pussy submit. Erik became a flurry of fingers and wet tongue kissing as he licked her engorged labia like icing off a cake. Bathing her pussy with his saliva, he dragged his tongue along all the sensitive parts that made her melt in his mouth.

"Daddy gon' chop this peach up when you get back."

He felt the heavy throbbing weight between his legs and before the surge from his balls could overtake him, Yani shuddered while his lips sucked on her clit, her release making her plump vulva spasm.

"Pussy sloppy, baby…"

He licked up all the excess juices that poured from her and kissed her folds gently, his full lips pressing against her skin, still feeling the slight spasms from the tail end of her orgasm.

"Watch yourself," he said.

She pulled her panties back on while he stood up and adjusted his dick. He was so horny for her.

"Just gonna leave Daddy like this?"

She rolled her eyes and he opened the gate for her.

His erection grew more rigid as he watched her walk away from him and get into the car.

Such a tease.

###

Erik surveyed some gun schematics on his laptop. It was nearing midnight and he was restless. He had tried to watch porn earlier, but none of the women he saw online excited him enough to rub one out. All he had eyes for was Yani and that mini dress. He took out some weed he got from Kendall and rolled a tight one. The baby wasn't there so he felt cool about indulging.

His cell buzzed and when he checked it, there were a series of pictures that Yani sent him. A few group shots with her friends, but a few with men at the club posing with her crew, and sure enough, that fucking dress was doing too much.

He went back to looking at gun designs and another text blew up his phone.

A video.

Yani and her girls dancing, but Yani was winding on some Rasta looking clown who was pressed up against her.

"See, this the shit I was talking about," he grumbled.

It didn't matter. He was going to use up a whole bottle of lube when she came home. A long drag on his herb had him toasted. Shit was potent as fuck.

The clip was only a minute long but long enough to let him know she was buzzing and showing off. Her girlfriends were egging her on and just as tipsy and feisty as she was.

He texted her.

Slow your roll, Ma. For real.

You not my daddy, lol!

She sent him more pictures, trying her best to be provocative. He didn't fall for it.

It wasn't until he saw a thirty-second video clip of another man grinding on her and patting her vulva through her dress that he jumped off the couch.

###

"We run tings. Tings nuh run we!"

The Flourgon song made Yani's hips dip, and she watched the crowd dance while she sipped on her apple martini in the V.I.P. section she reserved for her friends. It was ladies' night, and this particular club was a diverse mix of locals and white tourists. She liked the booth they were set up in. They could see what was happening around the club, but other patrons couldn't see what they were doing.

All of her friends were happy for her, and she was cutting up in the club with them, feeling powerful and ready to take on the world. Bottle service was popping and she was given extra drinks for free because of her connection to Kendall who had performed there the previous weekend.

The music switched to R&B and Yani followed her friends onto the floor and they became ridiculous with their dancing. She kicked off her heels and swung them in her hand as she downed shots and sang off-key to the music with her girls.

She took out her cell and took more video shots to send to Erik. She posted two pictures on her social media page of the group shots she had in their V.I.P. booth. On her way back to her section, she stopped by the bar to order hot wings and potato poppers to snack on and soak up the liquor in her belly.

Stepping near her booth, Lesonne tugged on her arm.

"Is that your man?"

Yani was confused by the question until she saw Erik bee-lining his way toward her. His lips were tight when he reached her group.

"There she is, Miz fatness."

The gruff island voice startled Yani as a man she had danced with earlier rubbed up against her, his hand sliding around her waist, his locs falling against her cheek.

In front of Erik.

Her man's eyes lowered to stare at the stranger's hand and Yani moved up on the single step that led to her booth to separate herself from the man. Her friends filed behind her, their eyes taking in the whole scene.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Erik shoved past the other man, his shoulder knocking him aside.

"Aye!"

"Fuck you want?" Erik said.

The stranger looked Erik up and down, and what he saw made him move along without another word.

Yani's friends stood away from them, leaning against the railing that separated their section. They looked out onto the dance floor. The tone of Erik's voice made Yani nervous.

"Why yuh here?"

She eased him into a corner of their section where no one on the floor could see them too well. But her friends could hear everything.

"You tryna be too cute. That's why I'm here. Got niggas touching your pussy in public—"

Yani heard her friend Milah let out an "Ooh…I knew it."

His eyes were on her dress again.

"Please. Don't make a scene, man. Not here. We're having a good time. You didn't need to come down here to tell me that. Coulda texted—"

"Nah, you wanted this attention."

His eyes were blazing. She caught a whiff of weed from his breath.

Lesonne placed a shot glass into Erik's hand.

"Drink up. It's a celebration," Lesonne said.

Erik tossed back the tequila and Yani moved over to the railing to watch the crowd and divert Erik's attention. She was shocked when she felt his palm strike under her ass. He pressed up against her and let his hands grip the railing, trapping her there. His hot breath tickled her ear as he leaned in to whisper.

"Didn't I tell you to watch yourself before you left? You think I was playing?"

"It was nothin'."

His hand reached down and clutched at her mound.

"He had his hand on you like this. Bitch, I can feel how fat your puss is through this dress. You let that nigga touch my shit."

Yani's eyes darted to the side. All four of her friends had their eyes glued to the dance floor, but she knew their ears were stinging from Erik's words.

"Let's talk about this at home—"

"No."

His voice was raspy against her ear.

"You tryna get fucked in the club?"

Now he was getting loud. She tried to turn around but he kept her in place, his groin shoved hard against her ass. She turned her head and his lips met hers. He wasn't gentle with her mouth, but he was gentle with his hips rocking into her. He dropped his right hand down and wiggled his fingers under the front of her dress and slipped them down her panties. The stimulation from his fingers across her plump clit had her mewling and pushing back against him. The blood in her body thrummed hot as his tongue slid against hers. No matter what happened between them, his kisses always disarmed her.

Her head dropped forward when his fingers sunk into her pussy.

"This what you wanted?"

"Ooh."

He was digging deep.

"I saw you out there dancing. All this big ass out in the open…"

Her friends pretended not to notice, but they could hear everything. Even her wet folds being assailed by his hand.

Erik removed his hand from her slit for a few seconds, and she felt him unzip his pants and lift up the back of her dress. She gripped her fingers around the railing. Two of her friends slipped away to the dance floor. The other two stood rooted, heads facing forward. Erik yanked her panties down to her knees.

Her skin felt tingly and once she felt him lining his glans against her opening, she accepted what she had done. She wanted to incite his ardor. She wanted to flaunt her body to get him enflamed for her. She wanted him begging for her pussy. At home.

But no.

He drove all the way across the island, walked into this club so he could-

"Fuck, Killmonger!"

His dick stretched out her opening, and from the angle he entered her, the head of his dick tugged down on her clit and the sensation shot out a hot ripple of pleasure up to her nipples and down to her toes.

From the floor, if anyone looked up, they would simply look like a couple hugged up watching the action. Erik kept his hands gripped on her waist as he rocked into her.

"Fucking slut."

His words slurred in her ear.

"Look at your friends. Making them watch Daddy fuck you like this."

Her eyes flicked over to glance at Milah and Lesonne who stayed behind. Milah's eyes were brazen and aroused watching Yani get pounded in public. Her eyes trailed down Yani's body until she was staring at Erik's dick pumping in and out of her.

"Shit, Yani. Yuh nasty. Him beating up that pum pum," Milah said.

Erik dragged her over to the back of the VIP section and away from her friends, his dick still rooted deep within her. He grabbed her arms to balance himself and really started to thrust. Yani chewed on her lips trying to keep quiet, but a few cries got out, drowned by the loud bass thudding throughout the club. Her balance was thrown off when he released her arms and she reached out to hold onto the wall.

Erik yanked her underwear back up as he pulled out.

"Be still."

She whimpered as he placed his erection between her thighs and jerked off his load into her panties. He swallowed the grunts in his throat as the last of his semen spilled out.

"Pull your panties back up," he said.

Yani did as she was told, her soaked underwear sticking to her vulva. She smoothed down her dress and still felt the thumping of her clit. She turned to face him and he zipped up his pants.

"Let somebody touch my shit now, girl."

He looked at her friends who avoided eye contact with both of them and left her standing there. They watched him move through the crowd, his swagger so acute that Yani had to pour herself a glass of champagne and gulp it down.

Panties filled with cum and a face filled with embarrassment, Yani said nothing to Milah or Lesonne.

###

Erik was reading in bed when Yani returned to the compound. He'd been at the house for over an hour before she came back.

She showered and crawled onto the bed next to him. He ignored her, even though she was butt naked. After a time, he put the book on the nightstand and looked at her.

"Rest of the night was cool?"

"Yeah."

His eyes tried not to stare at her body too much, but he couldn't help it. Her face looked pouty. He pinched one of her nipples.

"You fucked me in front of my friends."

"So. They didn't look bothered by it. They say something?"

"Not really."

"You need to apologize to me."

"For what?"

"Making me come out there. I had shit to do here. But you got out of pocket. Stole some work time from me."

Her fingers stroked his naked chest tracing the skin between his keloids.

"I'm sorry."

"Nah. Not like that. You know what I want."

He pulled the covers back from his body and lifted up his dick. Her fingers clasped it and she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around it.

"Damn," he hissed.

Once she had him standing at attention, her fingers slipped between her legs and she fondled her clit.

"Get it ready for me. You got some making up to do."

Her mouth sucked and licked up and down the sides of his length and he groaned from her loving tongue swiping against his balls. He reached for the lube next to his book and slathered his dick with it.

"Turn around. Sideways," he directed her.

He tilted his hips to the left slightly and Yani lowered her ass, her fingers holding open her labia.

"Slide down Daddy's dick, baby."

She was on her hands and knees and he had the pleasure of watching her entire side view as she bounced on his dick. His left hand rested on her ass cheek.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Show me."

Her breasts jiggled and he reached over to play with her big nipple. She had a steady rhythm.

"You gon' let some other nigga touch my pussy again?"

Her lips curled up and she shook her head vigorously when he started thrusting up into her.

"What? I didn't hear you."

Her hand reached back and touched his side.

"Ooomph…Daddy!"

He was stretching her out real good.

"Answer me."

He slapped her backside. She leaned down on her elbows and pressed her face into the mattress. That wouldn't do. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to face him. She plucked on her nipples and pushed her breasts together for him. Her pussy was squeezing him while he let her do most of the work. He slapped the side of her hip and her eyes shot open.

"You betta answer me—"

"I won't let no one touch my pussy…just you…just you."

"This pussy is so good…you liked it when Daddy fucked you at the club, huh?"

"Yeah."

"You liked your friends watching me dick you down, huh?"

Her pussy clenched around him.

"Yeah, you liked that shit. You liked them seeing what you get all the time. Daddy's big dick all in your fat pussy."

She was wailing as she bounced on his dick. He played with her nipple and watched his thickness split her good. He lifted up and held her back, widening his thighs so he could get his balls all up in her ass. He held her in that position for a long time, punishing her folds until she was begging him to let her cum.

"Don't you ever let me catch you with some other man's hand on this pussy. Hear me?"

"Yeah!"

Erik pulled out and pushed her onto her stomach. He climbed on top of her and inserted his dick once more. He gave her slow thrusts until her fingers were clawing the pillows.

"Cum on me, Yani."

She screamed his name and fell apart on his dick. He didn't wait for her to finish as he sped up his pace and then pulled her on her knees so he could watch her rock back onto his length.

"Had all my cum in your panties…"

"Yeah…"

"You liked that, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

He groaned out loud.

"Cum in me, Daddy."

"Whatchu want Daddy to do? Tell me again…"

"Cum in my pussy…"

"…fill your pussy up?"

"Make a big mess, Daddy…"

"Like I did at the club?"

"Yeah."

"Wet your pussy up like I did those panties?"

"Please—"

"Tell me—"

"I want you to wet my pussy up. Make a big mess like you put in my panties—"

"That's what you want?"

"Yeah."

"You like it when I make you sloppy—"

"Yeah."

"Give you a big cream pie—"

"Mmmhmmm."

"Ah shit-!"

It never failed. Talking to her while watching the sexy dimpling in her ass, her thighs striking his, it never took long for him to let go whenever he was ready. He ejaculated, the tight pulling on his balls letting him know he had emptied out another huge load.

He stayed in her pussy for the rest of the night, fucking her until she fell asleep in his arms. The bottle of lube was empty like he thought it would be.

###

Erik worked hard to get a workable mock-up of the weapons he wanted to convert with the vibranium. He found it hard to concentrate for the last few weeks because he and Yani had both been busy. Sex was infrequent, and she was gone from the compound a lot. He thought her online classes would keep her close, but it actually took her away. She started a study group with a few other online students on the island and met with them three times a week. Her courses were time-consuming and her energy was spent on assignments, getting high grades on her quizzes and tests, and caring for Sydette. She was mentally drained by the end of the day and was often knocked out by the time he joined her in bed at night.

He felt displaced.

Their life had been perfect, but now he was losing her to school.

When her midterm rolled around and they were easing into August, she dropped some news on him that upset him. The apartment she was going to share with her roommate was available and the leasing agent wanted her and her roommate to take it right away or risk losing it to another tenant. She wanted to move out right away. Her roommate was ready to get the apartment too.

She told him while he took out braids from Sydette's hair on the porch.

Yani was going to settle on the other side of the island with the baby, leaving him at the compound alone.

As always, when it rained, it poured.

While Yani went out for several days with her roommate to buy furniture and cookware for her new apartment, he received word from Klaue: he was coming back to St. Thomas.

Early.

###

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[imaginetrahs]

III

You say you want love, babe

You said you can give it to me just how I, I need

And you think of roses and daisies

And I think of passion and fire like Hades

You say all the time, peace and quiet

But for my love, I need a riot, a riot

- Summer Walker, Riot

Nalani

"I miss you Nola."

How do I even respond to that. I can't even respond to that. After everything he's done and said about me and what he put me through, I can't just take him back.

Conflicted. That's what I am, I'm conflicted. How do you forgive someone that isn't really sorry? You don't, so I didn't. I got up and walked to my car, I didn't care for anything else Noah had to say.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going home. This was a mistake, I should've stayed home." Grabbing my keys out of my jacket pocket I unlocked my car. Noah grabbed my arm to stop me from getting in and shut the door back.

"Why are you leaving? I thought we were good?"

He must be out of his rabid ass mind to think we were actually 'good'. We were far from good, we're terrible, horrible even. Nothing will ever be the same between us and I don't understand why he doesn't understand that.

"It's gonna take more than a 'I miss you' for us to be good Noah! Do you understand what you did? Do you know how embarrassing and hurtful it is to go on social media and see people bashing me about a situation they know NOTHING about?" At this point I didn't care what time it was or how loud I was being. He need to understand my pain, he needed to feel it.

"I never meant for this to happen to you Nalani, but how do you think I feel? I helped you get this 'dream' you so very much wanted and I didn't even get so much as a thank you." Noah was fuming but so was I.

Third person

Nalani was beyond angry. There were many things that Nalani didn't put up with, stupidity was one of them. Noah was being majorly stupid right now and she couldn't understand why he thought she was supposed to feel any sympathy for him.

Now that she thought hard about it, she didn't think he was sorry at all. Maybe this was set up to make him look better, maybe he wanted her to continue to look like the bad guy.

"You want me to feel sorry for you? Are you dumb, or dumb Noah? Like really!" She threw her arms up and let them fall back to her side. "Are you even really sorry or is this to make you look better, because you seemed pretty set on what you said. And I'll be damned if you make me out to be the bad guy."

Noah never thought he'd be here in this situation. He no one to blame but himself if we're being honest. All of this could've been avoided if he would've kept his, very much unpopular, opinion to himself. But because he couldn't, here they are at almost four in the morning having a screaming match in a parking lot.

With nothing left to be said, Nalani left. For real this time, with no hesitation and no one the stop her. Noah didn't try to stop her, he let her leave, seeing as if he didn't she'd probably get physical. Their conversation was getting nowhere and it was best to leave it where it was than continue it.

~

The next morning Nalani woke up ready to face the world, or so she thought. When she got home that night, or rather that morning, she barely got any sleep. Tears were shed, a lot of them, and maybe 3 hours of sleep was achieved.

Kaori has class that morning so Nalani was left alone to herself for a few hours. She decided to get up and do something productive with her life instead of laying in bed and being sad. Going outside wasn't something that Nalani wanted to do today, so she settled with cleaning the house, from top to bottom.

Halfway through cleaning Nalani decided to take a break. On her phone a notification popped up from Snapchat saying she had memories from 3 years ago. She decided to look at them not really knowing what was going to pop up. The first few pictures were of her and Kaori doing best friend thing and living their best life, and then the ones with Noah started popping up.

They looked happy and they were. Noah was her number one fan aside from Kaori. Whatever Nalani did, she ran it past Noah to get a third opinion. Kaori always got asked first. But now all of that as in the past and she closed out of Snapchat, way to ruin my day, she thought.

Deciding to stop feeling sorry for herself, Nalani continued to make something to eat and then clean the kitchen afterwards. She didn't like when people would clean the kitchen and then eat instead of eating and then cleaning, it was backwards to her. Kaori did that and it absolutely drove her crazy.

Speaking of Kaori, she should be home any minute and Nalani was just going to get her to finish cleaning.

~

Nalani

"So basically he said he deserved some type of repayment for helping you out, after he said you didn't have to on multiple occasions?" I had just got finished telling Kaori what happened between Noah and I.

She was just as upset and confused as I was. She always told me that there was something off with him but I never really listened. I probably should have. Now we're sitting on the couch eating chicken wings that Kaori brought home and watching tv.

"Mmhm, but I'm tired of talking about him and having my life revolve around him. It seems like that's all my life has been recently, 'Noah this' and 'Noah that' but I'm done. He obviously doesn't care so neither do I."

"Period Pooh, good for you. How about this, tomorrow night we have a girls night. We'll invite the girls over and have drinks and have a nail tech come and just have fun and let loose. Honestly you deserve it and we all need it." Kaori said putting more hot sauce on her chicken. She will literally put hot sauce on anything.

That didn't sound like a bad idea. I know Kaori has been stressed lately and the other girls have been busy with their kids and lives in general so this will be good for all of us. I agreed and got up to throw my trash away with Kaori following me.

She told me about her day and how her classes went. "And then this bitch had the nerve, the audacity, to say "well he's not your man if he's texting me" and I lost it. So if the police come to the house saying there's a warrant out for my arrest tell them that I fled the country."

We laughed because it's something she always says. By now it should be very clear that people need to just stop messing with her because she is all the way with the shits.

"Girl I'm tired so I'm gonna go lay down. You comin up?"

"Yeah I'm coming." I grabbed my phone off the counter and started walking up the stairs when he doorbell rang. We both looked at the door and then each other with the same facial expression. It's almost seven o'clock at night and nobody told us they were coming over.

I went to open the door and a man in a suit was standing there.

"Nalani Barnes?"

"Yes?" He handed me a yellow envelope.

"You've been served." He said and walked away to his car.

"SERVED!?" Kaori yelled at the same time.

My night couldn't get any worse.

[thewordcollector2]

71+ Unforgettably Priceless Friendship Quotes, Proverbs, and Messages in Different Languages

Bismillaahir-Rahmaanir-Raheem بسم الله الرّحمن الرّحيم… In the name of Allah (God), the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Assalaamu 'alaikum السّلام عليكم… Peace be with you

Hi, Readers :). When you think about the word "friend", what comes to mind? I bet you think of someone who is near to your heart. But how does someone achieve that status of being dear to you? This is usually accomplished with an acquaintance who remains unswervingly* devoted, sincere, loyal, and trustworthy with you over a period of time. The kind of person I'm referring to is an individual who is there for you under all circumstances, no matter how difficult. A gem like that is rare nowadays, so be grateful if you've found someone who TRULY knows what it means to be a friend! Having given my definition of "friend", I'll give you some dictionary definitions of this word in the next paragraph, InshaaAllah إن شاء الله (God willing).

*unswervingly adverb = in a constant and steadfast manner; "an unswervingly loyal man" (The Free Dictionary)

The following are some of the meanings of the noun "friend" from four online dictionaries:

"A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts." (The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language)

"A person whom one knows; an acquaintance." (The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language)

"One attached to another by affection or esteem." (Merriam-Webster)

"A person you know well and regard with affection and trust." (RhymeZone)

"A person with whom you are acquainted." (RhymeZone)

"One closely attached to another by affection and esteem." (Wordsmyth)

Here are some synonyms of the noun, "friend": "alter ego", "amigo", "buddy", "chum", "crony", "familiar", "intimate", "pal", "sidekick", etc. Two of its antonyms are "enemy", and "foe". (Wordsmyth)

Seeing that we've established the meaning of "friend", let's examine some meanings of its derivative "friendship":

"A friendship is a relationship between two or more friends." (Collins COBUILD Dictionary)

"You use friendship to refer in a general way to the state of being friends, or the feelings that friends have for each other." (Collins COBUILD Dictionary)

"If you have someone's friendship, they are your friend." (Collins COBUILD Dictionary)

"The emotions or conduct of friends; the state of being friends." (Oxford Dictionaries)

Etymology:

friendship (n.)

Old English freondscipe "friendship, mutual liking and regard," also "conjugal love;" see friend (n.) + -ship. Similar formation in Dutch vriendschap, German Freundschaft, Swedish frändskap. (Etymonline)

Okey doke. Let's dive into some memorably precious friendship quotes, proverbs and messages in different languages, InshaaAllah إن شاء الله. Happy reading! :) ;)

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Abbreviation key:

masc. sing. = masculine singular

fem. sing. = feminine singular

(ms.) = masculine singular

(fs.) = feminine singular

(m) = masculine

(f) = feminine

Arabic Quotes and Proverbs about Friendship

Sadeeq al-jamee' laisa sadeeqan li-ahad صديقُ الجميعِ ليس صديقاً لأحدٍ.* ~‎Aristu أرسطو

aw أَو / or...

"Sadeeq al-kull laisa sadeeqan li-ahad صديقُ الكلِّ ليس صديقًا لأحدٍ." ~‎Aristu أرسطو

"A friend to all is a friend to none." ~Aristotle

*Literal meaning: "The friend of all isn't a friend to anyone."

"As-sadeeq al-mukhlis kanz kabeer الصّديقُ المخلصُ كنزٌ كبيرٌ." / "The faithful friend is a great treasure."

"As-sadiiq al-haqiiqiyy ni'mat min-Allah الصّديقُ الحقيقيُّ نعمةٌ من اللهِ." / "A true friend is a blessing from Allah الله [God]."

"As-sadaaqah bilaa thiqah hiya zahrah bilaa raa'ihah tayyibah الصّداقةُ بلا ثقةٍ هي زهرةٌ بلا رائحةٍ طيّبةٍ." ~Laure Conan لور كونان

Friendship without trust is a flower without perfume.* ~Laure Conan

*perfume noun = a pleasant smell (Oxford Dictionaries)

"As-sadeeq huwa ash-shakhs al-ladhee yamnahu-ka kaamil al-hurriyyah li-takoon 'alaa tabee'ati-ka الصّديقُ هو الشّخصُ الّذي يمنحكَ كاملَ الحرّيّةِ لِتكونَ على طبيعتِكَ." ~Jim Morrison جيم موريسون

"A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself." ~Jim Morrison

"As-sadaaqah tabda'u 'inda-maa tash'uru anna-ka saadiq ma'a al-aakhar wa bidoon aqni'ah الصّداقةُ تبدأ عندما تشعر أنّك صادِق مع الآخرِ وبدونِ أقنعةٍ." ~Zakaria Yassine زكرياء ياسين

"Friendship begins when you feel that you are genuine with someone else [another] and without masks." ~Zakaria Yassine

Important:

Google Translate was used for translating some French, German and Spanish friendship quotes and messages into English.

French Quotes and Proverbs about Friendship

"L'amitié sans confiance, c'est une fleur sans parfum." ~Laure Conan

"Friendship without trust is a flower without perfume." ~Laure Conan

"Au besoin on connaît l'ami." / "When need comes one knows one's friend." ~Proverbe français (French proverb)

"Ami de tous; ami de personne." / "Everybody's friend is nobody's friend." ~Proverbe français (French proverb)

"Mes amis sont ma richesse." ~Emily Dickinson

"My friends are my estate [wealth]." ~Emily Dickinson

"Même les meilleurs amis doivent se séparer." / "Even the best of friends must part." ~Proverbe (Proverb)

"C'est dans le besoin qu'on reconnaît ses vrais amis." / "It is when in need that one recognizes his real friends." / "A friend in need is a friend indeed." ~Proverbe français (French proverb)

"Qui se ressemble s'assemble." / "Those who resemble each other will get together." / "Birds of a feather [flock together]." ~Proverbe français (French proverb)

"Mieux vaut être seul que mal accompagné." / "Better to be alone than accompanied badly." / "Better be alone than in bad company." ~Proverbe français (French proverb) / Pierre Gringoire

"La vie est plus douce quand on est entouré de vrais amis." / "La vie est plus douce quand on est entouré par de vrais amis." / "Life is sweeter when you are surrounded by true [real] friends."

German Quotes and Proverbs about Friendship

"Gehe nicht hinter mir; ich werde vielleicht nicht führen. Gehe nicht vor mir; ich werde vielleicht nicht folgen. Gehe einfach neben mir und sei ein Freund." ~Albert Camus

"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend." ~Albert Camus

"Mein bester Freund ist der, der das Beste in mir herausbringt." ~Henry Ford

"My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me." ~Henry Ford

"Es gibt nichts Wertvolleres auf der Welt als wahre Freundschaft." ~Thomas Aquinas

"There is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship." ~Thomas Aquinas

"Ein Freund ist jemand, der dir die totale Freiheit lässt, du selbst zu sein." ~Jim Morrison

"A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself." ~Jim Morrison

"Guter Freund kommt ungeladen." / "A good friend comes uninvited." ~deutsches Sprichwort (German proverb)

"In der Not erkennt man die Freunde." / "Freunde erkennt man in der Not." / "Friends are recognized in need." / "A friend in need is a friend indeed." ~deutsches Sprichwort (German proverb)

"Wenn ein Freund bittet, so gilt nicht morgen." / "When a friend asks, tomorrow does not count." ~deutsches Sprichwort (German proverb)

Miscellaneous Friendship Quotes and Proverbs in English

Hadith* on friendship: The parable (lesson) of a good friend and bad friend

The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said, "Verily, the parable of a good friend and a bad friend is only that of a seller of musk and a blacksmith. The seller of musk will give you some perfume, you will buy some, or you will notice a good smell. As for the blacksmith, he will burn your clothes or you will notice a bad smell."

*Hadith حديث = saying of the Prophet Muhammad مُحمّد (PBUH)

Source:

Saheeh al-Bukhaaree 1995, Saheeh Muslim 2628

"Being alone is better than having an evil companion; and having a sincere companion is better than being alone." ~Unknown

"Having just one good friend is better than having a million fake friends who pretend to like you." ~Unknown

"A friendship is like a ship on the sea; it needs to stay afloat. If a friendship is one-sided, it will most likely sink in the sea of friendships." ~Unknown

"One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood." ~Lucius Annaeus Seneca

"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked." ~Bernard Meltzer

"Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends." ~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

"It seems they had always been, and would always be, friends. Time could change much, but not that." ~Winnie the Pooh

"Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one.'" ~C.S. Lewis

"Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down." ~Oprah Winfrey

"Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that." ~Ally Condie

"Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes." ~Henry David Thoreau

"Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything." ~Muhammad Ali

"In prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know our friends." ~John Churton Collins

"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." ~Walter Winchell

"True friendship comes when the silence between two people is comfortable." ~David Tyson

"Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart." ~Washington Irving

"Anybody can sympathise* with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend's success." ~Oscar Wilde

*sympathize (also sympathise)

verb

To understand and care about someone's problems.

To support and agree with someone or something.

(Cambridge English Dictionary)

"Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit." ~Aristotle

"A good friend is a connection to life — a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world." ~Lois Wyse

"A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down." ~Arnold H. Glasgow

"The real test of friendship is can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy those moments of life that are utterly simple?" ~Eugene Kennedy

"A loyal friend laughs at your jokes when they're not so good, and sympathizes with your problems when they're not so bad." ~Arnold H. Glasgow

"One measure of friendship consists not in the number of things friends can discuss, but in the number of things they need no longer mention." ~Clifton Fadiman

"You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job." ~Laurence J. Peter

"No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow." ~Alice Walker

"Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together." ~Woodrow T. Wilson

"There comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will." ~Unknown

"A friend is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best things you can be." ~Douglas Pagels

"A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same." ~Elbert Hubbard

"A friend is the one who comes in when the whole world has gone out." ~Grace Pulpit

"One true friend adds more to our happiness than a thousand enemies add to our unhappiness." ~Marie Dubsky

"Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with." ~Robert Brault

"Friendship isn't a big thing — it's a million little things." ~Author Unknown

"Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty." ~Sicilian Proverb

"A good friend is cheaper than therapy." ~Author Unknown

"If a friend is in trouble, don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it." ~Edgar Watson Howe

"The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend." ~Henry David Thoreau

"The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart." ~Elisabeth Foley

"There are big ships and small ships. But the best ship of all is friendship." ~Author Unknown

"The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch with, never saying a word, and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've had." ~Author Unknown

"I like friends who, when you tell them you need a moment alone, know enough not to stray too far." ~Robert Brault

"The language of friendship is not words but meanings." ~Henry David Thoreau

"Cherish the friend who tells you a harsh truth, wanting ten times more to tell you a loving lie." ~Robert Brault

"Our most difficult task as a friend is to offer understanding when we don't understand." ~Robert Brault

"As a friend, you first give your understanding, then you try to understand." ~Robert Brault

"A true friend is forever a friend." ~George MacDonald

"Before borrowing money from a friend, decide which you need most." ~American Proverb

"The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried." ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

"A bosom friend — an intimate friend, you know — a really kindred spirit* to whom I can confide my inmost soul." ~L.M. Montgomery

*kindred spirit noun = A person whose interests or attitudes are similar to one's own. (Oxford Dictionaries)

or...

a kindred spirit/soul phrase = someone who likes or cares about the same things as you do (Macmillan Dictionary)

"Hold a true friend with both your hands." ~Nigerian Proverb

"Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of." ~Sarah Orne Jewett

"Between true friends even water drunk together is sweet enough." ~African proverb

"The recipe of friendship: 1 cup of sharing. 2 cups of caring. 3 cups of forgiveness and hugs. Mix all of these together to make friends forever." ~Unknown

"A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow."

"Tell people how it is, be real and be honest. If you see something wrong make sure you speak up. Being this way will naturally eliminate the snakes and fakes." ~John Maiorana (Giovanni)

"A friend will fight for the truth, not distort it for their personal gain." ~Shannon L. Alder

"A man who has friends must himself be friendly." ~Proverb

"Misfortune tests the sincerity of friends." ~Aesop

"The rich knows not who is his friend." ~Proverb

Spanish Quotes and Proverbs about Friendship

"Tener buenos amigos es una bendición de Dios." / "To have good friends is a blessing from God." / "Having good friends is a blessing from God."

"Una amistad sin confianza es una flor sin perfume." ~Laure Conan

"A friendship without trust is a flower without perfume." ~Laure Conan

"Amigo en la adversidad, es amigo de verdad." / "A friend in adversity is a true friend." ~Proverbio español (Spanish proverb)

"Cada quien con su cada cual." / "Everyone with his own." / "Birds of a feather flock together." ~Proverbio español (Spanish proverb)

"Amistad fuerte, llega más allá de la muerte." / "Strong friendship transcends death." ~Refrán (Proverb)

"Amigo sin dinero, eso quiero; que dinero sin amigo no vale un higo." / "A friend without money, that I love; money without a friend is not worth a fig." / "Friendship is worth more than money." ~Proverbio español (Spanish proverb)

"Amigo de muchos, amigo de ninguno." ~Aristotle

"A friend to all is a friend to none." ~Aristotle

"La verdadera amistad es inmortal." / "True friendship is immortal." ~Proverbio (Proverb)

"Al amigo su vicio." / "Love your friend with his fault." / "Your friend with his vice* [bad habit]." ~Proverbio español (Spanish proverb)

*Synonyms of "vice": "shortcoming", "failing", "flaw", "fault", "defect", "weakness", "weak point", "deficiency", "limitation", "imperfection", "blemish", "foible", "fallibility", "frailty", "infirmity", etc. (Oxford Dictionaries)

"Cultivar una amistad verdadera requiere mucha paciencia, mucho tiempo, mucha dedicación y mucho esfuerzo." / "Cultivar una verdadera amistad requiere mucha paciencia, mucho tiempo, mucha dedicación y mucho esfuerzo." / "Cultivating a true friendship requires a great deal of patience, time, dedication and effort."

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"Cultivar una amistad verdadera requiere mucho tiempo, paciencia, dedicación y esfuerzo." / "Cultivar una verdadera amistad requiere mucho tiempo, paciencia, dedicación y esfuerzo." / "Cultivating a true friendship requires a great deal of time, patience, dedication and effort."

"Ten muchos conocidos y pocos amigos." ~Anónimo

"Have but few friends, though many acquaintances." ~Anonymous

"La alegría se multiplica cuando se comparte entre amigos pero el dolor disminuye con cada división. Eso es vida." ~R.A. Salvatore

"Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life." ~R.A. Salvatore

"Sal de la vida es la amistad." ~Juan Luis Vives

"The salt of life is friendship." ~Juan Luis Vives

"Los amigos de verdad son familia sin certificado de nacimiento." / "Real friends are family without a birth certificate."

"Un amigo en la vida es mucho. Dos son demasiado. Tres son imposibles." ~Henry Brooks Adams

"One friend in a lifetime is much; two are many; three are hardly possible." ~Henry Brooks Adams

"La vida es mejor con amigos de verdad." / "La vida es mejor con amigos verdaderos." / "Life is better with true friends."

"La verdadera amistad resiste el tiempo, la distancia y el silencio." ~Isabel Allende

"True friendship resists time, distance, and silence." ~Isabel Allende

"La amistad verdadera perdura para siempre." / "True friendship lasts forever."

"La verdadera amistad es como tinta imborrable." / "True friendship is like indelible ink."

Note:

indelible ink noun - ink that cannot be erased or washed away (TheFreeDictionary)

Arabic Friendship Messages

"Shukran 'alaa sadaaqati-k[a] شكراً على صداقتكَ. Anta raa'i' أنتَ رائع!" / "Thank you for your friendship. You rock!"

Note:

"If you're talking to a female, the pronunciation differs a little. It'd be 'Shukran 'alaa sadaaqati-k[i] شكراً على صداقتكِ. Anti raa'i'ah أنتِ رائعة'." (Quora)

"Sadeeqee shukran li-wujoodi-k[a] fii hayaatee صديقي شكراً لوجودِكَ في حياتي." / "My friend [masc. sing.], thanks for your existence in my life." / "My friend, thanks for being in my life."

aw أَو / or...

"Sadeeqatee shukran li-wujoodi-k[i] fii hayaatee صديقتي شكراً لوجودِكِ في حياتي." / "My friend [fem. sing.], thanks for your existence in my life." / "My friend, thanks for being in my life."

"Sadaaqatu-k[a] min naw' fareed ‎صداقتُكَ من نوعٍ فريدٍ." / "Your [ms.] friendship is of a unique kind [type]."

aw أَو / or...

"Sadaaqatu-k[i] min naw' fareed ‎صداقتُكِ من نوعٍ فريدٍ." / "Your [fs.] friendship is of a unique kind [type]."

aw أَو / or...

"Sadaaqatu-k[a] hiya shai' fareed صداقتُكَ هي شيءٌ فريدٌ." / "Your [ms.] friendship is something unique* [extraordinary, one of a kind]."

*something unique = a unique thing

aw أَو / or...

"Sadaaqatu-k[i] hiya shai' fareed صداقتُكِ هي شيءٌ فريدٌ." / "Your [fs.] friendship is something unique [extraordinary, one of a kind]."

"Yaa sadeeqee, anta sham'ah tuneeru hayaatee يا صديقي، أنتَ شمعةٌ تنيرُ حياتي." / "O my friend, you [ms.] are a candle illuminating [lighting up] my life."

aw أَو / or...

"Yaa sadeeqee, anta sham'ah tudhee'u hayaatee يا صديقي، أنتَ شمعةٌ تضيءُ حياتي." / "O my friend, you [ms.] are a candle illuminating [lighting up] my life."

aw أَو / or...

"Yaa sadeeqatee, anti sham'ah tuneeru hayaatee يا صديقتي، أنتِ شمعةٌ تنيرُ حياتي." / "O my friend, you [fs.] are a candle illuminating [lighting up] my life."

aw أَو / or...

"Yaa sadeeqatee, anti sham'ah tudhee'u hayaatee يا صديقتي، أنتِ شمعةٌ تضيءُ حياتي." / "O my friend, you [fs.] are a candle illuminating [lighting up] my life."

aw أَو / or...

"Yaa sadeeqee, anta ash-sham'ah allatee tuneeru hayaatee ‎يا صديقي، أنتَ الشّمعةُ الّتي تنيرُ حياتي." / "O my friend, you [ms.] are the candle that illuminates [lights up] my life."

aw أَو / or...

"Yaa sadeeqee, anta ash-sham'ah allatee tudhee'u hayaatee ‎يا صديقي، أنتَ الشّمعةُ الّتي تضيءُ حياتي." / "O my friend, you [ms.] are the candle that illuminates [lights up] my life."

aw أَو / or...

"Yaa sadeeqatee, anti ash-sham'ah allatee tuneeru hayaatee يا صديقتي، أنتِ الشّمعةُ الّتي تنيرُ حياتي." / "O my friend, you [fs.] are the candle that illuminates [lights up] my life."

aw أَو / or...

"Yaa sadeeqatee, anti ash-sham'ah allatee tudhee'u hayaatee يا صديقتي، أنتِ الشّمعةُ الّتي تضيءُ حياتي." / "O my friend, you [fs.] are the candle that illuminates [lights up] my life."

"Uhibbu-k[a] fillaah[i], yaa sadeeqee أحبّكَ في اللهِ، يا صديقي." / "I love you for the sake of Allah الله [God], O my friend [ms.]."

aw أَو / or...

"Uhibbu-k[i] fillaah[i], yaa sadeeqatee أحبّكِ في اللهِ، يا صديقتي." / "I love you for the sake of Allah الله [God], O my friend [fs.]."

Asdiqaa' hattaa an-nihaayah أصدقاءُ حتّى النّهايةِ / Friends until the end (m) / Friends to the end (m)

aw أَو / or...

Sadeeqaat hattaa an-nihaayah صديقاتٌ حتّى النّهايةِ / Friends until the end (f) / Friends to the end (f)

Asdiqaa' ilaa al-abad(i) أصدقاءُ إلى الأبدِ / Friends forever (m) / Friends always (m)

aw أَو / or...

‎Sadeeqaat ilaa al-abad(i) صديقاتٌ إلى الأبدِ / Friends forever (f) / Friends always (f)

English Friendship Messages

"True F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Fight for you.

Respect you.

Include you.

Encourage you.

Need you.

Deserve you.

Stand by you."

Prayer for a Friend

Stores don't sell,

I must confess,

the joys of life

that cheer and bless,

but friends and prayers

are priceless treasures

beyond all monetary measures –

and so, my friend,

I say a prayer

that God will keep you

in His care.

Helen Steiner Rice

"In life there are friends. Good friends, great friends, best friends. But you are my forever friend, InshaaAllah إن شاء الله. Thank you for being you."

"If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever." ~A.A. Milne

"Forever friends"

"My friend, thanks for tolerating my idiosyncrasies* and crazy habits. You might not know this, but you helped me find happiness in being the person who I really am."

*idiosyncrasy / idiosyncrasies noun = A mode of behaviour or way of thought peculiar to an individual.

'one of his little idiosyncrasies was always preferring to be in the car first'

Synonyms: "peculiarity", "quirk", "eccentricity", "oddity", "foible", "whim", "whimsy", "caprice", "vagary", "twist", "crotchet", "mannerism", "fad", etc.

(Oxford Dictionaries)

"You, my friend, are one of a kind."

"Thank you for your friendship. You brighten up my life!"

"With you, I can be honest and lay bare my heart.* Nothing else can come close to the beautiful friendship we share."

*lay bare idiom = to reveal or uncover private information or feelings (Merriam-Webster)

"You blur the lines between family and friends because you are both for me."

"I would rather thank you regularly for being a wonderful friend in every way, than belittle our friendship by saying thanks only once a year on Friendship Day. Thank you."

"Thank you for being a FRIEND."

"Thank you for making me laugh when I'd almost forgotten how to." ~Pam Brown

"Thank you so much for being a part of my life. Without you, life wouldn't be so wonderful."

French Friendship Messages

"Merci pour ce cadeau que tu m'offres chaque jour : ton amitié." / "Thank you for this gift that you offer me every day: your friendship."

Note:

"Generally, colons, semicolons, exclamation points, and question marks are all preceded by a space." (Yabla French)

"Être ami avec toi est l'une des choses qui me rend les plus heureux dans la vie." / "Being friends with you is one of the things that makes me happiest in life."

"Une véritable amitié est rare. Je suis tellement chanceux de t'avoir comme ami !" / "True friendship is rare. I'm so lucky to have you as a friend!"

"Les fleurs de l'amitié ne se fanent jamais. Merci d'être mon ami." / "The flowers of friendship never fade. Thank you for being my friend."

"Je n'arrive plus à définir ce qu'est l'amitié et la famille parce que pour moi tu es à la fois ma sœur et ma meilleure amie." / "I can not define friendship and family anymore because for me you are both my sister and my best friend."

German Friendship Messages

"Danke für deine Freundschaft. Du bist klasse!" / "Thank you for your friendship. You rock!"

"Vertrauen ist Mut, und Treue ist Kraft." / "Trust is courage, and faith is strength." ~Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach

"Die Erde kann vergehen, die Sonne kann verblassen, doch wahre Freundschaft, soll uns nie verlassen." / "The earth can pass away, the sun can fade, but true friendship, should never leave us."

"Manche Menschen sind wie ein Spiegel, der uns hilft, in die verborgenen Winkel unserer Seele zu schauen. Schön, dass es dich gibt!" / "Some people are like a mirror that helps us to look into the hidden corners of our soul. It's great that you're there!"

"Manche Menschen machen die Welt besonders, indem sie einfach da sind. Du bist so einer." / "Some people make the world special by simply being there. You are one of those."

"Freundschaft, das ist eine Seele in zwei Körpern." / "Friendship is one soul in two bodies." ~Aristoteles (Aristotle)

"Freunde sind wie Sterne in der Nacht! Auch wenn man sie nicht sieht, weiß man doch, dass sie da sind!" / "Friends are like stars in the night! Even if you do not see them, you know that they are there!"

"Schön, dass es dich gibt." / "It's great that you're there." / "It's nice that you are there." / "I am glad that you are there."

"Schön, dass es dich gibt. Danke für deine Freundschaft." / "It's great that you're there. Thank you for your friendship."

Spanish Friendship Messages

"Gracias por tu amistad. ¡Eres genial!" / "Thank you for your friendship. You rock!"

"¡Gracias a Dios, soy bendecido/a y afortunado/a por tener un amigo como tú!" / "Thank God, I'm blessed and fortunate [lucky] to have a friend [m] like you!"

o / or...

"¡Gracias a Dios, soy bendecido/a y afortunado/a por tener una amiga como tú!" / "Thank God, I'm blessed and fortunate [lucky] to have a friend [f] like you!"

"Tener amigos como tú es una bendición. Gracias por tu amistad." / "Having friends like you is a blessing. Thanks for your friendship."

"Como las estrellas, tu amistad nunca deja de brillar." / "Like the stars, your friendship never stops shining."

"Cree siempre en ti. Cree siempre en mí. Cree siempre en nuestra amistad." / "Always believe in yourself. Always believe in me. Always believe in our friendship."

"Tu amistad es algo único." / "Your friendship is something unique [extraordinary, one of a kind]."

"Te quiero* mucho. Eres mi mejor amigo/a." / "I love you very much. You are my best friend."

*"Literally translated to, 'I want you', 'te quiero' is most appropriate for expressing love to family, close friends, or significant others."

(English to Spanish Raleigh)

"Te quiero así de mucho." / "I love you this much."

Amigos hasta la muerte y más allá (m) / Amigas hasta la muerte y más allá (f) / Friends until (till, 'til) death and beyond

"¡Qué alegría saber que existes!" / "What a joy to know that you exist!"

Amigos por siempre (m) / Amigas por siempre (f) / Friends forever / Friends for ever

o / or...

Amigos x* siempre (m) / Amigas x siempre (f) / Friends forever / Friends for ever

*x = por

o / or...

Amigos para siempre (m) / Amigas para siempre (f) / Friends forever / Friends for ever

Extras

Spanish Pronunciation Notes:

a = ah e.g. amigo/a

e = eh e.g. caliente

i = ee e.g. pimienta

o = oh e.g. frío/a

u = pronounced like the "oo" as in "soon" e.g. universidad

"G" is pronounced as an English "h" when followed by "e" or "i". Examples: gente = hehn-teh, gato = gaht-oh

"H" is always silent and never pronounced when it appears alone. Examples: hecho = echo, hora = oh-ra

In Spanish, the letter "h" has no sound. The digraph "ch" is pronounced like the "ch" in the word "chair".

"J" is always pronounced as an English "h". Example: jugar = hoo-gahr

"Qu" is pronounced as an English "k" when followed by "e" or "i" (pronounce the 'u' otherwise). Examples: que = keh, quotar = quoh-tahr

"Ñ" or "ñ" is pronounced as "enye". Example: baño = bahn-yoh

"Ll" or "ll" is pronounced as the letter "y". Examples: llenar = yeh-nahr, olla = oh-yah

The Spanish "z" is pronounced differently in Spain than in Latin America. In Spain, it is pronounced like the "th" in the English word "think". In Latin America, it is pronounced like the letter "s". Example: zanahoria = sa-na-oh-ree-ah

Sources of Pronunciation Notes:

2 Simple Rules to Help You Pronounce Spanish Words | TakeLessons

Spanish pronunciation of "h" and "ch" | 123TeachMe

Consonant: z - Study Spanish

7 Ways to Be a Genuine Friend

"You have to be a friend to have them."

― J.M. Richards

"The only way to have a friend is to be one."

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let's get the facts straight, in order to be someone's friend you need to know how to be a true amigo/a. Here are seven ways to be a genuine* friend, InshaaAllah إن شاء الله:

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

― Oscar Wilde

1. Always try to be yourself. Let your friends see you for who you really are. Don't be a phony (fake). Show them your true personality. Don't act one way in front of them, and another way behind their backs. If they can accept the real you, then you'll be able to have more meaningful and lasting friendships.

"One of the most sincere forms of respect is actually listening to what another has to say."

― Bryant H. McGill

"There is as much wisdom in listening as there is in speaking--and that goes for all relationships, not just romantic ones."

― Daniel Dae Kim

2. Be an active, caring and responsive listener. Try to listen to your friends carefully, interestedly and understandingly. And, always make an effort to give them constructive feedback and sound advice.

"Perfection is a goal that will forever remain impossible for any human being to achieve. Therefore, the only achievable goal is to only strive to become the best that you can possibly be."

― Edmond Mbiaka

"I think people who have faults are a lot more interesting than people who are perfect."

― Spike Lee

3. No one is perfect. This is earth! We all have faults. Know that you have faults, and that your friends have faults too. And, learn to live with them. Some of them can be fixed and some of them can't be fixed. C'est la vie! ('That's life'; 'Such is life' in French) If you do something wrong, take the blame. Say your sorries, and try your best to learn from your mistakes.

"Appreciation can make a day, even change a life. Your willingness to put it all into words is all that is necessary."

― Margaret Cousins

"Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."

― Marcel Proust

4. Appreciate your friends. Show them your appreciation. Let them know that you value them. Here are some simple ways of doing this:

Write them a kind note, letter, or email.

Give them a surprise call to let them know you haven't forgotten them.

Make something special for them.

Compliment them about their successes. But please don't flatter them, as flattery is insincere.

Show them signs of care and affection.

Do something sweet and thoughtful for them.

Give them a small gift to let them know that they mean something to you. You can be creative in this area, as it's the thought that counts most!

Verbalize it! Let your friends know how grateful you are for them. Tell them how much you prize (appreciate) their friendship.

"Tell people how it is, be real and be honest. If you see something wrong make sure you speak up. Being this way will naturally eliminate the snakes and fakes."

― John Maiorana

"Honesty is the best policy."

― Benjamin Franklin

5. Be honest and frank (direct) with your friends, but please remember to be polite too. If your friends ask for your opinion on a matter, give them a sincere one. Don't lie to them. Tell them the truth that they need to hear, but say it tactfully (politely).

"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well."

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

"There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up."

― John Holmes

6. Be caring and helpful to others. Use your God-given abilities to do something good for your friends. Be genuinely thoughtful towards them, and look for ways that you can help them. When you help others it makes you healthier and happier.

"To keep the Golden Rule we must put ourselves in other people's places, but to do that consists in and depends upon picturing ourselves in their places."

― Harry Emerson Fosdick

"Treat others how you want to be treated."

7. Treat your friends as you'd like to be treated. That's the Golden Rule! If you follow this principle religiously (regularly, constantly), you're bound to have successful long-term friendships.

*genuine adjective = (of a person, emotion, or action) sincere.

Synonyms: "sincere", "honest", "truthful", "unhypocritical", "meaning what one says", "straightforward", "direct", "frank", "candid", "open"; "artless", "natural", "unaffected", "guileless", "ingenuous"; informal "straight", "upfront", "on the level"; informal "on the up and up"; informal "dinkum"

(Oxford Dictionaries)

Did this post enthral (captivate, intrigue) you? If so, you may also want to read, "Arabic Word: Saadaqa", InshaaAllah إن شاء الله. Here you go, buddies:

https://thewordcollector2.tumblr.com/post/19550376816/arabic-word-saadaqa

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https://www.quora.com/How-do-you-translate-this-Arabic-quote-As-sadaaqah-tabdau-inda-maa-tashuru-anna-ka-saadiq-maa-al-aakhar-wa-bidoon-aqniah-%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%B5%D9%91%D8%AF%D8%A7%D9%82%D8%A9%D9%8F-%D8%AA%D8%A8%D8%AF%D8%A3

https://forum.wordreference.com/threads/life-is-better-with-true-friends.3539549/#post-17989952

https://forum.wordreference.com/threads/life-is-better-with-true-friends.3539554/

https://www.italki.com/question/459753

https://www.englishclub.com/ref/esl/Sayings/Quizzes/Money_2/The_rich_knows_not_who_is_his_friend_887.php

https://www.lexico.com/definition/hadith

https://dict.leo.org/forum/viewUnsolvedquery.php?idThread=1051541&lp=ende&lang=en&idForum=1

https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/sympathize

https://www.lexico.com/definition/perfume

https://www.lexico.com/definition/vice

https://ponbee.com/you-make-me-happy-quotes/

https://www.lexico.com/definition/idiosyncrasy

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/lay%20bare

https://forum.wordreference.com/threads/thank-god-im-blessed-and-fortunate-to-have-a-friend-like-you.3544560/

https://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20190204205952AA6VAJO

https://forum.wordreference.com/threads/o-my-friend-youre-the-candle-in-my-life.3545851/

https://www.wordreference.com/enar/reverse/forever

https://www.spanishdict.com/translate/te%20quiero%20asi%20de%20mucho

https://www.spanishdict.com/translate/te%20quiero%20mucho

https://www.spanishdict.com/translate/mejor%20amigo

https://www.spanishdict.com/translate/mejor%20amiga

https://www.englishtospanishraleigh.com/blog/te-amo-vs-te-quiero-differences-in-i-love-you-in-spanish

https://forum.wordreference.com/threads/cultivating-a-true-friendship.3549548/

https://www.italki.com/question/462815

https://www.exitoysuperacionpersonal.com/frases-de-alegria/

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/59699-joy-multiplies-when-it-is-shared-among-friends-but-grief

https://takelessons.com/blog/how-to-pronounce-Spanish-words

https://www.123teachme.com/learn_spanish/pronunciation_h_ch

https://studyspanish.com/pronunciation/listen-and-repeat/letter_z

https://www.lexico.com/definition/genuine

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/19884-be-yourself-everyone-else-is-already-taken

https://psychcentral.com/lib/the-care-and-maintenance-of-friendship/

https://lifestyle.allwomenstalk.com/effortless-ways-to-show-someone-you-appreciate-them/

https://onlinecounsellingcollege.tumblr.com/post/182944809256/how-to-be-genuine-in-relationships

https://www.lexico.com/definition/kindred_spirit

https://www.macmillandictionary.com/dictionary/british/a-kindred-spirit-soul

Guys, this is where I leave you for today. I hope that you relished reading this entry, InshaaAllah إن شاء الله! Many thanks for reading it. I appreciate it. Take care, so long. Wassalaam 'alaikum والسّلام عليكم (and peace be with you)! :) :-h

Cherish your time with your family and friends,

Sam سام.

Post Script:

Thank you to all the people who genuinely help and support me! :) You matter and you make a difference. Please make sure you remember that, InshaaAllah إن شاء الله.

[goingoverthegardenwall]

Chapter 6: Lullaby in Frogland

Let’s look back. Way back. Back before the dawn of animation, before the dawn of film, well before Ruby or Spears or Disney or Iwerks or either Fleischer Brother. Back to 1835, in a town named Florida in a state named Missouri when a boy named Samuel was born.

Like Ub Iwerks, Sam was raised in Missouri. And like Max Fleischer, Sam’s family took a financial hit when his father’s work stopped (this time due to a premature death rather than the decline of tailory), giving Sam a practical approach to employment. He left school at age eleven to become a printer’s apprentice, then moved to his older brother’s newspaper as a typesetter and occasional columnist, writing humorous articles and drawing cartoons. But unlike Beatrix Potter or the animators we’ve covered, visual art wasn’t in the cards for Sam.

He moved to the East Coast to work for other papers, bouncing between cities before returning to the midwest to embark on a career he’d dreamed of since he was old enough to dream: piloting a steamboat. He thrived on the water, and kept writing about his work along the river, but everything stopped when the Civil War closed off the Mississippi. So Sam headed west to work for the same brother who once ran the newspaper, now a politician in Nevada (I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out that this brother was for some reason named Orion). Sam tried mining, and it didn’t take, but he’d gotten pretty good at writing and set off for San Francisco to get back into his jocular brand of journalism. 

It was here that he had his first success, a short story published in his paper called Jim Smiley and His Jumping Frog. But, like a certain frog we’ve covered in this series, Sam wasn’t huge on permanent names. Within a month, the story was reprinted as The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County, and Jim Smiley’s name was changed to Jim Greeley. Until the book version came out, when it was changed back to Jim Smiley. And this whole time, within the story, it’s a mystery whether Jim’s real name is actually Leonidas (it turns out that it isn’t, but it might be). None of this should come as a surprise for Samuel Clemens, who wrote under the names of Josh, Thomas Jefferson Snodgrass, and most famously, Mark Twain.

“I knew you were special.”

Over the Garden Wall is, among other things, a story about the importance of solid communication. After five episodes spent building up our heroes as a group of friends, all it takes is one episode of terrible communication to throw it all away. The specific issues vary, despite leading to a similar result of not verbalizing their thoughts very well: Greg’s youth stops him from articulating his rapidly changing ideas, Wirt’s anxiety leaves him too timid to speak up or too rambling to be clear, Beatrice’s true intentions make her obfuscate the truth, and Jason Funderburker straight-up can’t talk. Or so we think.

This time he’s named for American statesmen George Washington and Benjamin Franklin, which fits the continuing vintage Americana vibe of the series—while I figure it’s a coincidence, it should be noted that Mark Twain’s Jumping Frog was named after American statesman Daniel Webster. Surrounded by other frogs that walk around and wear fancy garb, our frog is more anthropomorphic than ever, standing on his hind legs and dancing along with Greg. But it’s still a shock to hear him open his mouth and sing, a shock that soon cedes to the realization that the frog playing the piano at the beginning of the series is singing the Jack Jones song in the montage that follows.

Lullaby in Frogland is Jason Funderburker’s episode through and through, so much so that it’s the first time we hear of his namesake, Jason Funderberker. This is an episode where Wirt rejects Greg’s assertion that their frog is “our frog,” a plot point that’s paid off in their last conversation in the series. This is an episode where Greg wonders aloud if he can be a hero, sees the frog set off on a diverging path immediately afterwards, and accepts it, because he’s willing to sacrifice his happiness for the good of others. And it’s an episode where the frog returns after a harrowing betrayal, showing that even when all seems lost, there’s still room for hope. Over the Garden Wall (the song) might not sound like a traditional lullaby, but it soothes us into a cold night as the sun sets on the first half of Over the Garden Wall (the show).

Adelaide’s true nature is foreshadowed by Beatrice’s sudden hesitance to bring the brothers to the pasture after several episodes of nagging, but the twist is made tragic by Wirt finally letting his guard down enough to be happy. He sings a completed Adelaide Parade with Greg and joins the dance before collapsing into the most earnest laughter I’ve ever heard in a cartoon. He’s a good enough friend to notice when Beatrice is “uncharacteristically wistful,” and takes a risk by playing the bassoon instead of just giving up. He’s still got growing to do—it’s one thing to blame Greg for getting them in trouble by throwing away the ferry fare and forcing them to sneak aboard, but another thing to literally shout “Take him, not me!” when confronted by the frog fuzz—so it’s clear that his journey isn’t over yet, but he doesn’t even get a full episode of peace before everything blows up.

The whole steamboat sequence flows between simple delights, like saluting the captain mid-chase, the revelation that the frogs love music more than they hate trespassers, and the repeated gags of three gentlemen frogs snatching up flying flies and a frog mother dropping her tadpoles. Everything just feels calm, even when antics are afoot. Wirt gets to save the day with his bassooning, Greg gets to feel rewarded in his knowledge that his frog is special, Jason gets to sing a song after being silent throughout the series, and Beatrice seems, for now, to come to a sort of peace about things after several clear attempts to sidetrack the boys. This is the only episode to feature two major stories instead of one, but the steamer segment is rich enough to feel like a full episode. If only we could’ve stopped here.

All roads lead to Twain when it comes to depictions of steamboats as a go-to American icon, which is why he preceded this discussion of Lullaby in Frogland: I’m not claiming Mickey Mouse wouldn’t have been successful if his first cartoon was about something else, but I’m certainly claiming that we wouldn’t have gotten Steamboat Willie as it was if Ub Iwerks hadn’t grown up in a Missouri whose lore was shaped by Twain’s tales of the river. But while the author is the root of the episode’s many influences, I think the most fascinating branch that we borrow from is The Princess and the Frog. 

2009 was a great year for animation, seeing the release of Coraline, Fantastic Mr. Fox, The Secret of Kells, the surprisingly great Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, and the first ten minutes of Up (also the rest of Up, if I’m feeling generous). The first two on that list are my favorite of the year, twin stop-motion masterpieces that I’m always in the mood to watch, but The Princess and the Frog is a brilliant last gasp from Disney’s 2D animation studio. It isn’t the final traditionally animated film they made (that would be 2011′s Winnie the Pooh), nor the final fully sincere princess movie they made (that would be 2010′s Tangled), but it marks the beginning of the end for both trends: for better and worse, modern Disney animation feels the need to loudly subvert old tropes and wouldn’t be caught dead in two dimensions.

Lullaby in Frogland’s connection to The Princess and the Frog is certainly visible on the surface level: both feature a long sequence starring frogs on a steamboat where a lead character must pretend to be another animal and play a woodwind instrument to get out of a jam, and both involve our heroes seeking help from a wise woman far from civilization (even if only one of these women is actually helpful). But it’s the somber nostalgia factor that binds these stories closer than anything, the knowledge that this is the end of the road for this type of tale. The ferry’s gotta land somewhere, and the cold is setting in as the frogs begin hibernating for the winter, but there’s still more story to tell.

The second story of Lullaby in Frogland is scored throughout by a haunting string and piano rendition of Adelaide Parade, and Adelaide herself is immediately captivating. John Cleese returns for the second episode in a row, but as both of these episodes aired the same night, it feels like a consistent through-line: in the first half, he’s an eccentric who might be a deranged maniac but is actually harmless, and now he’s a witch who might be harmless but is actually a deranged maniac.

Adelaide gets a compelling amount of detail for someone who’s barely in the show. We don’t get any explanation about her fatal weakness to...fresh air? Coldness in general? Either way, like the Wicked Witch of the West’s lethal reaction to water, it’s absurd that someone like her has managed to live this long. She never says what she needs a child servant for, why she has scissors that seem custom-made for Beatrice’s specific curse, or what her spider-like deal with yarn and wool is (she has a black widow hourglass on her back, but also reminds me of the Greek Fates with her emphasis on thread). We never find out how she’s connected to the Beast, whose theme bleeds into her music as she proclaims, without much prompting, that she follows his commands; her goal of using children as zombie slaves seems counter to his goal of turning them into trees to fuel his soul lantern. But this blend of unexplained characteristics and seemingly inconsistent motives only makes her more enthralling to me, because she feels like the major villain of another story who just happens to intersect with ours. 

What makes Adelaide even more compelling on rewatch is that her scissors, despite their gruesome method for curing the curse, do end up working. Which means she did mean to help Beatrice out as part of the deal. At no point does Adelaide lie, and given Beatrice knows she’s bad news as she lures the brothers in, it becomes clear that for all her villainy, Adelaide is an honest witch. I’m always down for baddies that tell the truth, but it’s of particular interest when we compare her to the Beast, whose whole deal is lying. 

The only liar in this episode is Beatrice, even if she wanted to set things straight without hurting anyone; she values her friendship with the boys so much now that she’d rather make herself a servant to Adelaide than just tell them she’s dangerous and reveal that she lied. By the time she’s willing to tell the truth, it’s too late, and not even saving Greg and Wirt by killing Adelaide is enough for Wirt to forgive her. Considering he knows in The Unknown that the scissors he uses to escape the yarn can save her family, he was also listening in on the end of the conversation before entering the house, which means he must have heard that she was willing to sacrifice herself, but that doesn’t matter either. Beatrice gave the boys hope, and no matter how badly she tried to stop it, the encounter with Adelaide transforms Wirt. Where he was once nervous and unsure, and was then briefly optimistic, he’s now sullen and untrusting.

But again, in comes Jason Funderburker, croaking and hopping on all fours once more to bring some light to the darkening series. He doesn’t do much for Wirt, but allows Greg to quickly get over whatever trauma he had about getting webbed up in yarn; he’s remarkably quiet about it, but it’s important to remember that he was betrayed, too. Whether he doesn’t understand exactly what happened or is just quicker to forgive, Greg is fine with Beatrice, allowing us to focus harder on Wirt’s reaction from now on.

It’s all rain and winter for Wirt until the end of his adventure. But the show isn’t content to leave him even slightly forlorn: when it gets too dark, he has a frog to swallow a lantern to light the way, and when it gets too cold, he has a brother to cover him in leaves, and when he falls, he has Beatrice to help pull him back up. Even the Woodsman tries to save him in his own way (talk about folks who are bad at communication). Bad things happen, and people make mistakes, but the bigger mistake is allowing that to close you off to others, or to never forgive friends that are genuinely sorry. Our heroes have taken the ferry to the other side, and now the story can shift to one about the folly of abandoning all hope.

Where have we come, and where shall we end?

On top of Jason Funderberker, who’s set up as a major rival to make his eventual reveal one of the show’s best jokes, Wirt gives Beatrice a general summary of Into the Unknown three episodes before we see it play out.

[hypmicscenarios]

First Anniversary W/ Doppo

Summary: first anniversary with you and Doppo! If you havent been here before, all pronouns are neutral.

Doppo stood nervously in front of the jewelry store, fumbling with his hands, still in his office clothes. Your anniversary was coming up in a week, your one year anniversary. He had searched online for many gifts that he could give you. Apparently, jewelry was the best gift. Of course, you didn’t really care how expensive the gift was. All you had got him was the two of you matching kigurumis and a card with a heartfelt letter. You even told Doppo that he shouldn’t worry too much about it, but you were the light of his life. He wanted everything to be special.

So, there he was, too nervous to enter a store, especially where he saw mostly women. Not that he was afraid of them, no. It was just that he didn’t even know what to do. Or maybe he would feel out of place. He would get weird stares, maybe questions. They would ask him why he was there. He never really flaunted your relationship like that.

There were a million things running through his head until he felt the phone vibrate in his pocket, practically scaring him. He fumbled his phone out of his pocket and saw your text, reading it. Even through the phone, your words seemed to warm his heart, calm his nerves, make the storm in his mind finally quell.

y/n: Doppooo, I’m making your favorite~~ I love you, I’ll see you soon.

Doppo smiled down at his phone as he looked at your text. You were so precious to him. Honestly, you deserved The world. Even more than that. The stars, sun, moon. He took a sigh, his smile gone, but definitely a lot less worried as he replied back to you.

Doppo: a bit caught up, I might be 30 minutes to an hour late, but I'm definitely more motivated to finish up. Thank You. I love you. I’ll be home before you know it.

Doppo placed his phone back into his pocket. Clutching his suitcase tight, he walked into the store. Immediately, he was stopped by one of the clerks, and he froze. “Hello Sir, what brings you here today? Need something for your girlfriend? Wife? Family member? Friend? Just let me know and we can help you!”,the lady dressed in a grey suit, a name tag on her left breast.

“A...ah...significant other….one year,” Doppo said, blinking at the woman. She thought for a moment and then spoke,”I see,  Let's start with this, what's the first thing you think of when you see them?” Doppo answered,”bright...like the sun. Light in the dark….like the stars and moon,”he said, looking down away from the woman’s eyes, a bit of blush on his face.

The woman nodded and went behind the display of jewelry,”wait right here, I’ll be back with some options.” Doppo nodded and walked in front of the place, looking down into the glass and staring down at all of the jewelry. He waited, both hands on his suitcase in front of him, wondering what pieces of jewelry the woman would bring out.

Minutes later, she came out with a bunch of necklaces. Doppo looked at a bunch of them and picked one up in the shape of a sun, gold. “Ah, this one comes in a set. The other half has a star and a moon. If they’re all of those things, then why not have a piece of them with you, always, and it's not too expensive”

Doppo didn’t really wear jewelry ...but if he could keep a piece of you with him. Thinking again, it really wasn’t a piece of you. He was just buying it for you. His eyes looked down at the display case and he pointed to a locket necklace,”does this open and you can put a picture in?”, he asked. The woman nodded with a smile,”of course, we can even put the picture in there for you if you provide us with one.”

You stood in front of the mirror, checking your outfit, making sure everything was intact. Your hair was done, you smelled good, all seemed well. All you were doing is waiting for Doppo. Since you lived together, he was just in the room. You offered to help him dress, but he wanted to do everything himself. You sat on the couch, waiting for his voice, smiling when you finally did. Your eyes went wide, blinking as you saw him dressed up in his suit, his hair done up. Black suit, green turtleneck, black dress shoes. You walked forward towards him. Oh, and he also put on some cologne.  

Doppo looked away, a bit nervous, but you took his cheeks in your hands,making him look at you. “You look fine Doppo, very fine, handsome, even though you always do, but thank you for getting dressed up,”you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, surprised when you felt a hand wrapped around your waist. Doppo deepened the kiss a bit, making it a little more passionate. He pulled away, blushing, but looking down at you,”you look….very beautiful y/n.”

“Thank you Doppo, shall we go now?”, you asked. He answered with a simple nod.

The two of you arrived at the restaurant, your seats already reserved. He pulled your chair out for you, then he sat down. You smiled as you looked at him,”we have to get some pictures of us, I was too excited to get any before we left.” You pulled your phone out, extending your arm, telling Doppo to look up. He only held up a peace sign, then you took the picture. You weren't going to ask him for a smile, you felt like those were special for you.

There were some photos of him with a smile, but you could count them with one hand on your instagram feed. Even then, you saw him smile all the time at home but, of course, you were still a bit jealous to show his smile to the world every time. Once you took about, at least 8 photos, just for good measure, one of them had to be right.

Wine was delivered to them and you took a sip. You guys had agreed that you would eat dinner. Then go home and give each other your gifts. The two of you reminisced.

“Doppo, do you remember how we met?”,you asked.

Doppo nodded,”of course y/n. I was walking and in a rush because I was late to work. I usually never am, but that night for some reason I couldn’t sleep. I dropped my work I.D out of my pocket and then felt a tap on my shoulder.”

You interrupted with a smile,”yeah. I had to run to catch up to you, you know, you were in such a hurry. When I first saw you, for some reason I just wanted to hug you,”you laughed,”I dont know why. You seemed so worried. I didn’t know what at the time but I just wanted to tell you that everything will be okay.”

Doppo nodded,”thank you. You were like my saviour that day.”

“Saviour? Doppo I just picked up your I.D, like any good person would,”you said with a chuckle but he disagreed. “No, you were my angel, y/n. I thought you were pretty but I was in a rush. So I gave you my business card so I could thank you properly later. Really, I would have been in a bit of trouble if I lost my i.d”,he said with a quick, soft smile.

“Yeah well, I was going to say that I didn’t need any reward or anything….but I just messaged you to see if everything was alright. I could have just thrown your card away but….I just couldn’t. Then I messaged you. Then again and again,”you said. Doppo spoke,”I was surprised….you kept talking to me. I thought….I was boring or...not interesting enough but- you kept replying. And….the more you did, the more it made me happy. The only friend I had really was Hifumi so….but you were special,”he said, You had heard the story before so you spoke,”and then Hifumi confiscated your phone and asked me out on a date?” Doppo blushed a bit and nodded,”I was very mad….but I was also very happy that you said yes.”

The two of you kept up your talk until the food arrived. Once it was there, you ate, small talk in between, mainly focusing on your food. You couldn't express how unbelievably happy you were. Doppo was the love of your life and you couldn’t wait to go home and physically express that to him.

Doppo opened the door for you, letting you in. You took your shoes off and walked towards the couch. Doppo did the same and walked over. He sat down, hand in his pocket, rubbing the box that contained both of your necklaces.

“Wait wait, let me go get our stuff,”you said, getting up.

You went and came back with a red gift wrapped box, it was filled with the card inside too.

“I can open yours first,”Doppo said, a smile, yet curious look on his face.

You watched with big, excited eyes, waiting to see his reaction. Doppo opened the box and saw the card first. He opened the card, eyes reading everything you said, taking it in. A smile on your face until a tear goes down his face.  

You went forward on the couch and spoke,”aw wait wait, baby, whats wrong,”you said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek,wiping his lone tear away with your thumb. Doppo shook his head, a soft smile on his face as he looked at you. He placed his hands on your cheeks he spoke,” y/n I-,”he stopped. Then leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You were surprised, but you closed your eyes, pushing forward and kissing back gently.

Doppo pulled away, fluttering his eyes open as he gazed into yours,”Im...so lucky to have you. I love you.” You smiled and pecked him on the lips,”I love you too. I also have more,”you said, pointing down at the clothes in the box.

He pulled out an eeyore onsie, blinking at it, then you pulled the tigger one out and held it up,”its Kigurimis! Both winnie the pooh related, since its been getting cold lately, we can sleep in it.” Doppo chuckled,”thank you, y/n, its perfect.” You chuckled as well,”its cute right? I can't wait to see you in it.”

Doppo placed both of your stuff on the table then took out his box, a bit nervous, just incase you didn’t like it. He handed it over to you and you took it slowly. You could feel how nervous and you smiled, placing your hand over his,”I know I’ll love it no matter what, because you put thought into it, okay?”,you said with a smile. He nodded, your angelic smiling destroying any nerves he still had.

You opened the box and took a locket out, immediately recognizing what it was, your eyes sparkling. You opened the locket and saw a picture of Doppo smiling, definitely recognizing from one the selfies the two of you took. He looked….so cute. You could wear this everyday.

“Doppo…..I love it!”,you said. Doppo blinked,”y-you do? I mean i'm glad you I just-aH”, he stopped as he felt you attack and hug him, wrapping your hands around his neck. “ I do I do, I love it! I’ll wear it everyday,”you said, giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

Doppo blushed at the action, but a fond smile appeared on his face, a relieved air about him,”I'm happy you do.” You smiled and turned around,”here put it on,”you said, wrapping the necklace around your neck, only needing him to hook the two ends together. You put Doppo’s necklace on too. He opened it, smiling even wider as he saw your face in the locket.

You smiled and moved Doppo’s hands away from the locket, then went to sit on his lap.

“y-y-y/n?”, he asked, clearly flushed at the action. You smiled and spoke as you placed your hands on his shoulders,”Happy Anniversary Doppo, I love you so so much.” Doppo’s face lit up, his eyes looking at you lovingly, placing his hands on your cheeks.

“I...I know...im not the best at words but...I love you. You’re my most precious person. I...I dont know what I’d do without you, y/n,”he said, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You thought he was done, but he moved down and placed a kiss on both of your eyes. Eventually, he landed on your lips, both of you smiling into it as you wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping the sweet kiss up for a bit longer.

He pulled away and spoke,”thank you, happy anniversary y/n.”

The two of you kissed for a while until you decided to get out of your formal wear, putting on the kigurumis, which you took a couple of selfies together, and in the mirror.

It was a great night.

[era-of-new-beginnings]

The Tragic Suicide of Virgil Black Ch. 2

TW: Bullying, Panic Attack, Violence (just a punch), Minor Negligence, Self-Deprecation, Swearing, Unsympathetic Deceit and Remus.

Damien is Deceit* (This was made before the new video so I will start to use Deceit’s real name in the next chapter, but for now I don't want to have spoilers for the new video in case people haven't watched it.)

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Okay so, Dear Journal, today had started out as a pretty normal day. Until it turned into an utter shit show! One bad thing after another and now I’m just sitting on my bedroom floor writing in this stupid thing….I guess if I’m going to do this whole tell my story thing, I should start at the beginning of the day.

Like I said, it was normal, and right on time Damien and his buds came up to me while I was walking to school.

~

Virgil was walking down the same path he does everyday, as he had learned a while ago changing paths never stopped Damien. It was almost normal when he and his goonies walked right next to him. He barely had time to react as he was shoved harshly into a fence, the metal digging into his shoulder and his head knocking on it a little. His face scrunched up in a wince before he could stop it, and he wasn’t surprised to find that they had taken his bag.

All of them reaching in and grabbing whatever they could, before throwing it to the ground. He just sighed internally as the (cliche) bullies continued. Eventually, they finally got bored, and with one final shove to him they were on their way. He crouched down gingerly and started to pick up whatever they had thrown out, which was basically everything.

Once that was done he got up and finished walking to our meet up spot with everyone else. They were all there already, Logan and Roman bickering about something and Patton trying to make sure it stayed peaceful. He sighed softly with a bit of a smile before covering it up and walking over to them.

He can see when Patton notices my presence, not only because he perks up like a dog but also because he basically slaps the other two on their chests. Virgil smirks and raises an eyebrow at Roman’s offended noises. Finally both him and Logan gives him their attention, which makes him blush and hope that his foundation covers it. “..Hey guys” He mumbled quietly, which wasn’t out of the ordinary really. His anxiety made it hard for him to talk at school at all but these three always knew how to get close to people.

After getting a chorus of responses back, the bell rings and they all go their separate ways. Except for Virgil and Patton, since they shared first period together. Something was off today though, something was wrong with Patton. Patton liked to keep up his dad like personality, and anytime they walked anywhere together Patton would make a pun or two (or few). Not only that but he had been fidgeting with the sleeves of the cardigan wrapped around his shoulders, which he only did….when he was hiding something.

Not realizing Virgil’s internal turmoil about it, Patton began to get uncomfortable with the silence and started to ramble about the first thing that popped in his mind. Which of course, had to be Winnie the Pooh. Practically regressing into a younger state of mind as if that will make him stop thinking about whatever was bothering him. Virgil had known him long enough to remember his ticks and fidgets. How to tell when he was lying, or nervous, or pretending to be happy.

The thing was, Patton hadn’t lied to them since they’d shared a night crying in each other's arms about their lives. He can feel the pressure in his chest at the thought. Why now? Why would Patton lie to him now, what was so bad he felt like he couldn't tell Virgil. He was sitting now, in a desk in his class. His class….what class was he in? He had to get out, he had to go. He stood up on shaky legs and slipped out the classroom door unnoticed.

Barely making it to the bathroom before collapsing, digging his nails into his arms, his hands moving back and forth between that and tugging (practically ripping) his hair. His chest felt constricting and everything felt wrong. There was an unknown pressure just pressing against every inch of his body. He stayed there for the rest of the period and some of the next one. He wanted to go home, but he knew his mother was at work and would yell at him for just randomly calling in.

So instead, he did the next best thing. He went to the detention teacher's class, knocking lightly on the doorframe as Mr. Sanders looked up at him. They shared a brief bit of eye contact before Mr. Sanders nodded to him and let him into the room. He took up his usual seat in the corner while Mr. Sanders called his teachers to get his assignments.

He stayed there, working silently until lunch. Part of him just wanted to stay where he was, in seclusion, away from any and all people. Especially his three crushes, they would know instantly something was wrong with him and wouldn't let up till they knew. Still, he must've scared Patton earlier by just disappearing.

So instead he just buckled up and grabbed his bag and headed out the door and through the hallway. Trying to calm himself and seem normal by the time he got to the table. Par for the course, Roman was adamantly talking about theatre like usual. Only recently had he roped Patton and Logan into it too. Virgil however had refused aadamatly, saying that he just didn't want to when the reality was he couldn't do after school things much cause he had to help out his mother and Remy.

He sat down at the table, head tilted so his hoodie would hide most of his face. He draws lightly in his sketchbook while barely listening to the conversation until he hears Roman say his name for the third time. Attention gotten, Virgil looks up at Roman’s face in confusion. He realizes that Roman had been talking to him, so he closes his sketchbook to silently say he's listening now.

Roman huffs and gestures wildly to Virgil “see? This is exactly what im talking about! He doesn't even care!” He sneers at Virgil and Virgil can feel the sharp feeling in his chest at the words. “W-what?” he asks, stuttering slightly in surprise. Roman throws his hands up, frustrated “You are stubborn as ever, ignoring me? Seriously? I get that you don't want to be in the theatre but you didn't even hear me out!”

Theatre, of course it was about the stupid fucking theatre. Virgil just sighs and shakes his head “Roman I’m not trying to ignore you, i've just had a bad day. I spaced out, I’m sorry.” And Roman just…. just barks a sharp laugh and glares “we all have bad days Virgil, that doesn't give you a right to be rude to everyone around you. You know what i think? I think that your a self-obsessed asshole! You don't think about anybody but yourself! I mean really, I knew you haven't liked me since the beginning but if you hate me so much, why didn't you just say so!”

Virgil could feel his hands shaking, whether with panic or rage was unknown for now. His shoulders were curled and risen defensively and he had gathered himself enough to glare harshly instead of bawling. He slammed his hands down on the table “of course you think that! I haven't even done anything wrong and yet your spouting nonsense! You didn't even ask why because you were so focused on insulting me and making me the bad guy. Like you always fucking do! I can't believe I ever thought that you'd changed! You are such an arrogant pompous bastard!”

He quickly stood, haphazardly shoving stuff in his backpack while the others gathered from their shock. Patton was the first to recover slightly, scrambling for words “o-okay now kiddos, both of you are spitting out some real harsh things. And over what? So why don't we just- just sit back down and talk through this minor dispute!”. Roman slammed his own hands down on the table, ignoring Patton ``Speak for yourself! You have no right to be mad at me! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Virgil just growls, throws on his backpack and goes to walk away. But of course, Roman wasn't one for being ignored. So instead he grabbed Virgil's wrist before he could go any further. Virgil himself felt a spike of fear at the touch and was set instantly on edge “Let go!” he yelled viciously. But Roman only sneered back, ranting on and on, his grip tightening on Virgil's wrist anytime he struggled. Virgil snapped and yelled at him a few times but Roman just rolled his eyes and continued. Virgil was at the peak of his panic and wasn’t standing for it anymore as he teared back and punched Roman in the jaw, effectively making him let go as Virgil turns and books it out of the school and doesn't stop until he’s home.

His breaths are panicked and short and his vision was already starting to blur with sweat and tears. He manages to get to the bathroom before all but collapsing on the floor. Tearing at his hair and scratching his arms. Breathing was nonexistent and he could hear his thoughts spiral violently. Who knew if Roman would forgive him after this or if the others would take his side if he didn’t. He’d lose not only his only friends, but his three crushes. He stays there for hours and hours until he can hear the front door click, signaling that his mother is home.

Shoving himself off the floor and checking himself in the mirror (He looked dead) before fixing himself up to be presentable and going downstairs. He mumbled a quick hello to his mother before helping her with the groceries. He could see her strained smile as she thanked him. He just gives an awkward shrug before finishing putting things away, except for what they were going to use for dinner. He gets the required pans out to start cooking, him and his mom tending to switch cooking nights.

Remy isn’t home yet, but that's not unusual. He’s not even sure if his mom realizes his absence anymore. His hands tighten on the wooden spoon he's using to stir the noodles with. He reminds himself to breathe and not think like that. His mother provides for him, and that's more than enough. He's not ungrateful really, just worries sometimes that she doesn't love them.

After finishing up dinner, he sets the table and serves up the food. Pulling out his phone real quick to text Remy, although he knows that he’ll have to save him food in the fridge. If he even eats that to be honest, though if he doesn't either him or his mom can have that for lunch. They finish up their dinner in silence until his mom retires for bed after a long day and he gets a start on dishes. After those are done he trails up to his room and flops onto his bed. Sighing heavily he shifts to get comfortable and catches a glimpse of the journal on his desk. Thinking back to the reason he has it, he sighs once again and grabs the journal and a pen and starts to write.

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Dear Journal, what the fuck is wrong with me!? This entire day was like a train wreck in slow motion and I don't even know why! I don't know what Patton's hiding from me or why. And I don't even know what made Roman blow a short fuse. Here I was starting to think he might actually like me, platonic or not, but i guess i was wrong. What do I do? Apologize to Roman or ask Patton about what he’s hiding?

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So! What do you guys think!? Also your first real option to change the story! Apologize to Roman or ask Patton about what he’s hiding? Lemme know in the comments, the one that gets the most comments will determine the answer. Also send me asks on tumblr! @era-of-new-beginnings

[hyphypmic]

love your blog dawg ! could we get some hcs of the bois at disneyland?

hewwo! here ya goooo!

Ichiro

he has to keep the young ones in check

In the end, it’s saburo keeping ichiro and jiro in check

Ichiro is honestly just so excited, but he really is watching out for his brothers and finds saburo’s sense of responsibility pretty cute, even if Ichiro knows the schedule already (he’s been to Disneyland enough times)

He wears either cosplay or a fucking nerd shirt, or he gies wild with the cosplay, like an accurate one or like an outfit inspired thing

He’s in it for the thrills and races his brothers everywhere

SPACE MOUNTAIN, but he would ride almost everything

If he’s in Disney Sea, he rides the Journey to the Center of the Earth and Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull 526629 times

He also likes taking pictures of his brothers and is that annoying gen Z with all the aesthetic pictures

Encourages Jiro and Saburo to take family pics at nice places and with the mascots

Oh and all the fucking march, yes of course he allows his brothers to shop till they drop at the Disney stores… but only buying one or two items for himself because he’s a big bro that way

Jiro

food. All of the food

He literally is a hungry male teenager, who lives on testosterone and memes, so he’ll really go out and eat

Mickey Mouse waffle? Turkey leg? Churros? Every flavour of ice cream? Every flavour of popcorn? Even the soy sauce one? You bet it!

He also dresses up because he be a nerd like that

He only does it though if Ichiro does it

He also teases and steals saburo’s maps while running away from their older brother who wants to go somewhere else as well

He also steals a little bit from around the place, well nothing major, a scrap of cloth here, a rock there… well nothing that would go noticed really

Secretly addicted to the Tsum tsums and leaves with at least five new ones

all buster bros will fight at the buzz lightyear astro blasters

They will fight honestly

His favourite ride is the Splash Mountain, mostly he because he can laugh at Saburo not wanting to get wet

Saburo

maps. Maps. just. Maps

Official time keeper

Like he knows all the times of the shows and of the parades and of the fireworks

He tries to keep a schedule, but ends up chasing Jiro and Ichiro everywhere

Buys the stuff toys

Already has a Duffy Bear, so he buys it clothes

He also brought it so he can take pictures with it and post them on instagram

He also loves pins because he likes putting them on his jacket or lanyard and actively barters for pins with the staff

The staff also give him stickers, not just because he’s a buster bro, but because he genuinely collects them

He would still ask for an autograph every time he would take a picture, and all his little autograph books have the dates on them so that he can remember when he went to Disneyland with his brothers

He also prints out the pictures they have in front of the castle, and has a compilation of them over the years

Favorite ride is probably the buzz lightyear ride with the guns

Samatoki

why the fuck is he even here

No just kidding, he tries to be edgy but he really isn’t? Like honestly???

He went here with Nemu once and she convinced him to wear a Mickey mouse headband, take a selfie with her in front of the castle, ride the fucking spinning teacups, IT’S A SMALL WORLD

He also was Nemu’s personal tripod, and he enjoyed it

He even gave suggestions on how to pose

He also loves the popcorn and would buy it at any given chance

When he went with Mad Trigger Crew (his excuse was to bring Riou), he was very excitable in a “cool way”

Like he would know the shortest routes and the best rides and strategies for lines

His favourite ride though is Tower of terror, because he’s secretly a sap for the stories

Nemu introduced him to the awesome hoodies, and he buys one every time he goes

He actually bought a Duffy Bear and Nemu bought him the Duffy scarf with the paws… he wears it

Jyuto

He’s gone on several dates to Disneyland and Disney Sea and he’s lowkey tired of it

But when Samatoki brings him to Disneyland, it’s an entirely new experience

The yakuza boss literally shows the two of them the best parts of Disneyland like he’s a fucking expert, and they don’t even have to pay extra to like skip the line because Samatoki fucking strategises

Jyuto actually enjoys Disneyland and has to play that cool guy that doesn’t actually enjoy

Though he’s actually a fucking sucker for all the shows really, and the rides… okay everything about Disney

Because he loves the childlike wonder that comes out of everyone when they’re at Disneyland because his childhood, and nearly everyone else’s in Hypmic wasn’t that awesome

He makes sure they don’t miss any of the shows, but Samatoki took care of that

Is the type to buy a watch or a necklace for himself

Riou

First time he went was with MTC on Samatoki’s insistence and he actually had fun

Of course, our favourite soldier is a bit NR, but you know, what do expect from such a harass

The thing is, he smiles a lot in Disneyland because it has that kind of magic

Samatoki actually convinces him to take a picture with mascots, in front of the castle, and at every possible place with the “picture spot” marked

Wicked at carnival games because he’s just strong and has good aim

Seriously, do you see him carrying around a bullseye stuffed toy and stuff

Has the highest score out of MTC in Buzz Lightyear, much to the cop’s and the yakuza’s dismay

Mostly NR during the thrill rides, but he grins at the expressions (especially Jyuto’s)

He also buys merch, but like the cooking merch, you know like the oven mitts… the pans… the moulds… the small little cute stuff

Seriously do you see him at his campfire cutting out Mickey shaped mountain lion patties?

Ramuda

Rides all the kiddie rides, like all of them, including the Dumbo one… and the carousel

And everything, he’s a literal child when it comes to it

Yes he brings his stuff toy around and takes pictures with it

Has those really really nice aesthetic pictures and like it would fit his Instagram theme

He also collects the stickers and really runs around like an energetic child, but he can very much take care of himself

He’d also drag Gentaro and Dice, and he’d really go full out kid

He’d take a picture with all the princesses and have a lot of shit on his clothes

He would be the type to have those headbands or those crowns or those character hats

Yes he would force Gentaro and Dice into it

Dice

Would eat all of the food, with Gentaro’s money because he’s broke

Yes Ramuda paid for their tickets because secretly Ramuda is fucking loaded

Is the dumbass that eats before a ride, but he also doesn’t throw up, much to no one’s surprise

He asks Gentaro the dumbest questions, like “how does the mascot breathe” not because he’s stupid, but because he’s partly in a food coma

He also gets super excited, like he doesn’t hide it because it’s like his first or second time inside and he gets to to both parks

He really goes all out when it comes to the rides and Gentaro really sees him light up so he indulges Dice with his food needs and clothes… especially the clothes

Favorite ride would be the tea cups because he can move really so fucking fast

Gentaro

Has to watch Dice because he knows Ramuda can take care of himself and basically enters a very peaceful headspace

But then he’s also the type to like disappear and hang around in the palace, take pictures, write poems, hang out with the princesses

He also hasn’t been to Disneyland before because like he didn’t really have the reason to, but he really enjoys

He loves the happiness he sees in children and adults and he thinks about it

He indulges dice in like buying stuff, but he buys himself like a snow globe or a statue

Oh or like a glass statue and he really likes the way it catches the light

And he wears his regular traditional clothes, so he too has really nice pictures in Disneyland with the flowers and shit, like the princess garden is his bitch

Jakurai

He’s very serene when he goes to Disneyland and would go with Matenrou

He isn’t the type to go alone because he believes it would be nice to spend time with friends or loved ones

One time he went with TDD and it was a fucking disaster, but a pretty fond memory all the same

If the entire hypmic is there, he will watch over

Which means being dragged to all the rides

Just imagine a tall ass doctor in the fucking magic carpet ride

It’s a fucking Small World (Thank u Hifumi)

He would genuinely enjoy the Winnie the Pooh ride (BECAUSE!! REASONS!!!)

Doppo

Mostly watching over Hifumi, and carrying all the stuff

But he has so much fun really

Except on the thrill rides

Well, he loves the train that goes around Disney and he takes pictures of the view

He also runs after Hifumi most of the time and genuinely panics because Hifumi is really like a fucking speed demon

Actually enjoys the shows because music is so awesome and he loves how like the sets work and all

Tries not to bump anyone and tries to give everyone personal space when they’re in line but you know

Hifumi

The biggest fucking puppy ever

Has the biggest budget for merch like in all honesty

He fucking buys stuff toys and all

Though he’s afraid of the princesses, Doppo buys him a crown and so he’s just prancing around in a dress shirt and his fancy slacks and honestly just looks like a very Disney person

Has the cutest pictures with the aesthetic food

He also jumps around and drags everyone on the rides

Don’t pair with Ramuda, they’re gonna fucking make everyone die

He can’t pick a favorite ride because he loves all of them

Might be the Disney poster boy

[watchoutforthefanfics]

Heyo, lovelies!

I have decided to take on the challenge of writing these wonderous ideas from my previous post. As a person with slow creativity and a very small attention span, I beg of you to be patient with each piece.

TAGLIST for people who seemed interested on the 1st post: @fruitqueen8 @sanders-sides-rebloger @melon2109

But don't worry, I will be blogging the post with links to these posts.

Now, for the first one:

"I don't think marriage could ever really work."// Logicality Oneshot

TW: Martial Conflict (Solved), and Happy, Loving Marriage, Light Inferred Toxic Family (Not Detailed), so much fluff it'll rot your teeth.

Being married to Patton was probably one of the- no, the best thing in the world.

Logan had been skeptical, before he had even dated Patton, because love was quite... scary. For someone in his mindset, that kind of vulnerability and that many options for mistakes was too risky, it wasn't worth it.

But Patton had taken his hand and guided him on the road to accepting love and understanding it was okay to feel, before Logan even fell in love with him.

Logan couldn't be happier, and he wouldn't change any of it for the world.

~ ~ ~

He shifted, deep into his bed as the light hum of a windchime enveloped the warm room. Adjusting his arms, Logan still felt his husband there: soft skin and fuzzy pajamas.

He smiled, very lightly in the dusk of sunlight pouring through the window, and felt his heart swell at his husband who was curled carefully into him with no hesitation. Sometimes (who was he kidding, literally every time), he had an insane urge to skip work and just close his eyes with his adorable life partner. (His schedule always won.)

With a soft kiss to the temple, Logan carefully pulled Patton's arms from around his waist and tried to creep out from under the covers. It didn't work out.

"Lo?" his husband's sleepy drawl pulled him in again, "Are you leaving?"

Logan grinned, soft but genuine, "Oh, love. I've got to go to work."

Patton pouted, not necessarily because he was leaving but rather for something else, "I was supposed to-" he began sitting up with a groggy yawn, but Logan gently pushed him back down, "-maaake you breakfast...?"

Logan smiled, "I know, it's okay. I'll pick something up on the way to work, you go back to sleep and I'll see you at noon, okay?"

"Mmkay-" Patton slurred with sleep, "-but Lo?"

Logan bit back the urge to hold him again, as he spoke, "Yes, Patton?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

~ ~ ~

"So-" Logan spoke clear and determined, "-pudding is in aisle 7, and we need to cross through..."

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft kiss to his cheek, completely throwing him off balance.

"Sorry, honey~" Patton grinned, bright and flushed with sparkling eyes, "-you just look so cute when you're determined!"

Logan smiled, lighting his step as he carefully examined the layout before him.

"Oh, and Lo?" Patton smiled, taking the map out of his hands, and interlacing his fingers with his, "We don't need the map, I know this place like the back of my hand."

Logan sighed, a defeated grin on his face, "Of course you do, Patton."

~ ~ ~

Logan felt at peace, reading a book with one hand combing through Patton's hair. Patton's body was curled slightly into him, and his head was placed carefully on his lap.

It was nice, and Logan felt true contentment.

"Bee, did we ever-" Patton bit back, almost embarrassed at what he was saying, "-talk about our love languages? Like how we need to be treated and such?"

Logan paused, placing his book down after ensuring the bookmark was in it's proper place, "Not directly, no, but I believe we learned them from our interactions. Like I believe your love language is physical touch, so I make sure to kiss you every morning and night, along with cuddling and hugs. I love it, but I know that's what you need."

"And you like being appreciated, complimented-" Patton giggled, as he turned his head to Logan, "-and being shown you're valid and important to me... But you also like just to sit with me, so I guess you're both Words Of Affirmation and Quality Time?"

Logan smiled, "Well, it's possible to be diverse in areas so clean cut, so why not?"

"You know-" Patton spoke, soft and careful, "-if you ever need anything, let me know, okay Lo? I will always be there when you need me."

"Til' death so us part?" Logan hummed, winking at his husband.

Patton grinned, pulling down Logan's tie and snatching up his lips in a quick breath, "Til' death do us part."

~ ~ ~

"Honeybee?" Patton called out to him, a smell wafting with the soft tone of his voice, pancakes.

Logan grinned, popping out of the office, "Yes, love? Is everything satisfactory?"

His husband smiled, turning to meet his eyes with his cute little apron swishing with him, "Yeah, I just need to ask you a favor in advance. Tomorrow, I'm going to be working at the daycare late. Can you make dinner?"

"Of course," Logan hummed, "-it was my night anyway."

Patton pursed his lips, "Oh."

Logan spoke soft and careful, as he pressed a kiss to Patton's forehead, "But, you know I would've done it otherwise, love."

Patton stepped on his tippy-toes to to peck his cheek quickly with a telling smile, "Can you mak-"

"I'll make pasta," Logan chuckled, "-I know it's your favorite."

"And this is why I'm making Crofter's Waffles! Other than the fact that I love you."

"Love you too."

~ ~ ~

"Patton," Logan spoke, stern and determined to get his point across.

Patton was exhausted, throwing his hands around, "Lo, I just wanted to meet your parents. You've locked them so far away, I feel like..."

"It is not your place-" Logan spoke, with an edge to his voice, "-to invite my parent's over, when I'd specifically told you not too. It's not fai-"

Patton frowned, "I... I know Lo. I know it wasn't right, and I'm truly sorry it hurt you like this. It's just... I feel like you're ashamed of me."

Logan softened, his eyes shining with suddenly a new sense of understanding, "Patton, I could never... Ugh, I'm sorry it came to this, I should've told you sooner, love. I guess I should be more clear to you."

Patton sniffled, as Logan carefully wrapped himself around his husband, "It's still not fair that you did so without my permission, but I should've been more open to you about why. You deserve an explanation."

"I'm sorry too, Lo-" Patton hummed, quietly whispering into his chest, "-I should've known that it wasn't okay, I should've asked you. I was just worried..."

Logan tightened his hold of his husband, whispering ever-so-lightly, "Next time you feel this way, promise me you'll talk to me. I know you had issues when we were younger, b-"

Patton wrapped his arms around Logan's neck, "I won't, I'm past that. We're past that."

Logan held him tighter, with a soft smile, "That we are, love, that we are."

~ ~ ~

"Bee?!" Patton came running down the hallway, skidding to a stop just in front of him, "Did you hear? Did you hear?!"

Logan chuckled, placing his coffee down, "You have to specify, Patt."

Patton started jumping up and down, his glasses slanting and the grin on his face so bright, Logan swore it was just like the first time he met him again.

"Oh, right! Sorry-" Patton was on the verge if a happy squeal, flapping his arms in such excitement, "-but, Roman and Virgil are engaged!"

Logan gasped, "Our old highschool friends? I thought they hated eachother."

"No, no-" Patton shook his head, "-they always had a thing for eachother! But you were never good with emotions back then..."

Logan pursed his lips, "True, but we should get in touch with them again. It's been far too long."

Patton began to glow, his eyes sparkling as he leaped into Logan's arms securely, "Ooh, and we could plan the wedding with them and we could give them advice or go on double dates or ev-"

"Sounds wonderful~" Logan hummed carefully with a soft smile, Patton was and always will be his entire world.

~ ~ ~

It was a cozy night, cuddling on the couch and watching 'Winnie The Pooh'. A treasured, special night that Patton orchestrated and Logan always loved (as long as there was no impending work).

Well, until the silence was broken.

"Do you think, maybe-" Patton hummed, "-we could have kids?"

Logan would never know why Patton chose this day to drop such a question. Maybe it the rawness of the moment, or how he felt, or maybe it was just on his mind.

But it was said, and it was real.

Logan paused, "We could, but it's not something we can decide immediately."

"I know, I know-" Patton muttered, "-I just wanted to talk about it."

"Well, then-" Logan hummed, careful and genuine, "-yes. If you want kids too, I think... it's very possible... for us."

Patton grinned, locking eyes with him, "Really?"

"Of course," Logan spoke with a genuine tone, "-there's nothing in world, I'd love more than having a family with you, Patton. If you want it, that is."

Logan watched as his husband's eyes began to get foggy, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, but the bright grin he had on was so contradicting of what the tears felt.

It was a quick movement, as Patton wrapped his body around Logan's, and whispered into his neck, "We will be great Dads."

~ ~ ~

Logan interlocked his arms with his husband's, as they carefully made their way through the cute little lunch menu. The booth was bright red, in the classy 50's-like diner, and Patton was practically bursting at the seams.

Patton asked with a bit of excited curiousity, "Do you think they'll be the same, at all?"

Logan inhaled, careful and concise, "It was highschool love, we won't know if they've changed or not. Because you're pretty much the same, but I'm inherently different. It truly depends on the person."

Patton nodded, "Thanks Logie, sometimes I think you're way too smart for me."

"That's a lie-" Logan snorted, "-you're an absolute genius, just in a different way than me."

Patton grinned, flushed on his ears, "Thanks, Lo. I love you~"

Logan bit back a grin, "Love you too."

"Oh, my goodness!" a shrill, but somehow deep voice echoed through the diner.

"Roman, calm down~" a gruffer voice responded, smooth but a bit with nervous tone.

Patton, on the other hand, couldn't take it; he lept up from his chair, and wrapped the two in possibly the tightest hug ever possible.

"Woah, Patt-" Virgil, now with longer hair and a stronger built, chimed, "-gotta breathe."

"Sorry," Patton hummed, apologetically, "-I tend to get out of hand sometimes."

"Shine~" Logan spoke sweetly, "-they know, it's okay."

Roman stepped back for a second, "My goodness, you two are adorable. When are you going to get married?"

"Um-" Patton giggled, holding up his hand with two twinkling bands.

Logan finished off, also holding up his hand, "We have been for 3 years."

Roman and Virgil seemed shocked for a moment, a bit of disappointment flashing behind their eyes.

"You guys-" Roman gasped, "didn't invite us?"

Patton's face fell, a little dejected, "We had fallen out, after highschool. We weren't sure if-"

"Hey-" Virgil chuckled, "-don't feel bad! We can make it up at our wedding. Which-" Virgil looked at Roman, "-we've been meaning to talk to you guys about."

Roman piped up, "Now, I know we haven't talked in ages... But, Virgil and I think-"

Virgil finished off with a hopeful smile, "-you guys should be our best mans?"

Logan and Patton froze, shock rushing through their skins but utter excitement and happiness bubbling underneath the nerves.

Patton squealed, "Of course! Of course! Of course! We wouldn't miss it for the world! I'm so happy for you gu-"

Logan rose up, holding Patton's shoulders to soothe his excitement, "We'd love to."

~ ~ ~

Logan was frantic, the room was halfway painted and the crib was halfway built; nothing was ready.

But Patton was tired, so Logan had to handle this himself. Including painting, and unboxing all the furniture they had prepped.

The issue was Logan tended to get overwhelmed with stress, and this was making it bubble up.

With a deep breath, Logan began painting the wall again: just one more to go.

His mind buzzing, he tirelessly finished the wall and began working on the crib and it's bedding. It was a lot more difficult than a Lego set, and very frustrating for someone who could've been building rocketships.

"Honeybee?" his husband's groggy voice echoed into the room.

Logan spoke, unfocused, "Yes, love?"

"I told you-" Patton hummed sleepily, as he tumbled into the room, "-I'd help later, and that you should wait for me."

Logan paused, looking up with a fond smile, "Well, I figured I could get some progress done while you slept. Daycare was tough today, so I thought I could han-"

"Lo," his husband spoke with a suddenly clear tone, "-we both know you need help with this, and you need rest, babe."

Logan melted slightly, "No, you need rest, shine, I can get some progress done while you sleep. I'll be okay-"

"Logi-" Patton whined, "you're getting overwhelmed, I can tell."

It was quiet for a second, Logan absorbing what he wanted to do at the moment in the absence of noise.

"Look," Patton spoke lightly, "-if you won't do it for you, do it for me. I can't fall asleep without you, bee, and... I need someone to carry me back."

Logan sighed, looking at his hands and the unfinished room around him then to his adorable sleepy husband in the doorway. With a fond but defeated smile, he stood and picked Patton up and began to make his way to their bedroom.

"Everything is going to be okay, Lo," Patton whispered into his neck, "-Emile is going to love it here, I promise."

Logan relaxed lightly, kissing the top Patton's curls silently, and not a bone in his body wishing he was somewhere else.

Why would he? Everything was perfect, and with a son on the way and Patton as a husband, things could only get better.

[yaachtynoboat711]

Fonder 5.2

A/N: So this is obvi a follow-up of Ch.5 as well as its conclusion. Hopefully, the plot won’t be as shook up as it was in 5.1 or will it? I hope y’all enjoy.

Word Count: little over 3K

Warning(s): Plot progression, fluff, specks of angst(?)

NEW YEARS DAY 2015, 11:47 A.M, Malibu, California NEW YEARS DAY 2015, 11:47 A.M, Malibu, California

Peace and serenity—the most fitting way to transition into the New Year. The overlapping sounds of seagulls and crashing ocean waves outside would usually pull Yaa out of her deep slumbers. If it wasn’t the beach sounds, then it was her actual alarm. But let’s be honest: no one really has an alarm go off on New Year’s day, especially if you had the night that Yaa had had. Yaa’s snoring went in sync with the crashing waves and her wavy, honey blonde locs scattered at every which way across the silk taupe pillow case. Boom boom boom. The heavy knocking on her bedroom had startled her out of her post-sex slumber. Who was banging on her door like the feds before noon? The trio of knocks continued until she reluctantly got out of bed and searched for anything to put on.

“I’m comin’...damn!”, she tried to yell, but her hoarseness wouldn’t allow her. She winced in pain as she hopped into a pair of shorts and a tank top and began limping towards the door. She opened the door to see that it was her best friend, Tanisha. “Bitch...somebody better be dead, hurt, or dying.”

Tanisha chuckled. “Well, Happy New Year to you, too. Lover Boy is down there making brunch.”

Yaa looked at her friend in total confusion. “Is that what I’m smelling? Tanisha nodded. “Well, I’m surprised you aren’t somewhere fighting a hangover.”

Tanisha rolled her eyes. “I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Between you gettin’ your cervix tickled, and trust me, it sounded like he was giving’ you the BUSINESS, and me throwing my night up, I was going through it. Started the new year off on the wrong foot.”

Yaa felt herself turning red and her eyes bugging out. “Were we really that loud?”

“Sis, he might’ve worn you out, but you must have that voodoo pussy. Wanna know why? You got Michael B. Jordan in your kitchen cooking yo magical pussy having ass a 5-star brunch on New Year’s day. If that ain’t power, then I don’t know what the hell is. Done turned this nigga into a damn domestic overnight. Speaking of, text me when breakfast is ready. I deserve whatever he’s whippin’ up.”

Tanisha went back into room, presumably to catch up on her missed Z’s. Yaa went downstairs to see Michael for herself. The further she got down the stairs, the louder the “All About the Benjamins” got. She carefully hopped off the stair landing and Diddy bopped her way through the den, making a slight left to go through the back way into the kitchen.

She pursed her lips to keep from laughing as she watched Michael also Diddy bop back to the stove to finish cooking whatever he had cooking on the stove. Wearing only a pair of heather grey cut-off sweats and Nike slides with socks, his shoulders and upper body bounced to the beginning of Total’s “Can’t You See”. He placed a kitchen towel over his shoulder before plating his brunch creation.

“So what’s on the menu, Mr. Jordan?”, she spooked.

He seized, clenching the small saucepan he had in his grasp. “Shit!”

Yaa chuckled, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it.”, she stopped to look over his shoulder, “you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Cajun catfish and cheese grits, fruit, and peach bellinis.”

“Oooh shit! Lemme find out the B in your name stands for ‘Brunch Daddy’! I’ll get Tanisha up.”

Yaa called Tanisha from the bottom of the stairs. Tanisha came down moments later. The three sat at the table passing bowls, skillets, and pans to each other. The room was filled with the sounds of clacking plates and satisfied stomachs.

“Who would’ve known Michael B. Jordan was a whole ass chef? I learned something new today.”, remarked Yaa as she sipped her Powerade.

Michael chuckled at Yaa’s comment, “Word? Well, to be honest, if this acting thing didn’t work out, Plan B was being a chef. My mom taught me how to cook and I haven’t looked back since. Now from what I hear, you know how to get down yourself.”

It was hard for Yaa to be humble, but she managed to keep her cool. “I mean, I’m a country girl. Carrie, my maternal grandmother, taught me most of what I know. She and my Rainey raised me and my siblings when my parents were working pretty much around the clock for a few years.”

“How many siblings?”

“2. I have a twin sister, Farrah, that’s fraternal as hell, and a brother, Jahlil, that’s 5 years younger.”

He laughed at her statement about her sister Farrah. “I also have two other siblings--I’m a middle child. An older sister and a younger brother.” Tanisha, the oldest of four, and Yaa both cringed at him being the middle child. “I couldn’t imagine having two sisters though.”

Yaa shot him a look. “Watch it, son.”

He placed his fist in front of his mouth as he chewed. “So, I heard you say you were a country girl, so how country are we talkin’?”

“I was born in Alabama and graduated high school and college in Alabama, but I was raised in a massive mansion in rural Louisiana, so I’m a Louisi-Bama. You’re a Jersey-Cali boy from my understanding?”

He shook his head in the affirmative, impressed with her knowledge about him. “Ok! President of the fan club is showing herself worthy of the title.”

“Boy, don’t get cussed out.”

*****

Missed Call: Maybe: Winny the Pooh

Yaa tapped on the missed call notification without hesitation. She almost forgot they weren’t talking. Immediately after their last exchange, Winston’s number went to the good ole Block List. Something told her to unblock his number the day before leaving for California. So she did and now here she was, returning her ex’s ca—

“Hello?”, Winston answered.

“He-heyyyy you! Happy New Year! I saw you called and I’m just seeing your text.”, Yaa replied. Silence. You could hear a rat piss on carpet.

“Ummm…”, he cleared his throat, “...so you down for lunch?”

“Oof. I just had brunch. How does coffee or tea sound? Bean in Beverly Hills?”

“That’s even better. Meet me at 4ish?”

“Make it 4:30 and we’ve got a deal. See you then!” Click.

*****

Yaa walked out of the bathroom from her shower feeling renewed. Skin washed away of the little makeup that remained on her face from her...celebration from the previous night. Skin glowing thanks to the best shea butter Ghana had to offer. Locs looking healthy as always. Her glow increased when she saw Michael laying in her bed reading his phone but looking up when he sensed her presence. He stopped looking down at his phone to admire the beauty that was Khalida Abdullah.

Even in such a simple task as putting on clothes, Michael could see why her exes were head over heels with her. Every move she made was graceful. From the little twerk she did to get her chub into her light gray yoga capri pants, to the overhead jig to get into her oversized black monogrammed tank top with a gold fleur-de-lis. She walked to his side of the bed to retrieve her new Apple Watch from its charger. Before she could walk towards the door, he snatched her up onto the bed with him, playfully gnawing at her neck.

“Where you goin’ looking all good and delicious for, hmm?”, he implored.

“Well, Kari, I’m meeting someone for coffee. It ain’t your business who gon’ be there, either.”, she answered with sass.

“I see. Secondly, who gave you this trash ass Saints shirt? I need to get you at least two Falcons shirts.”

She escaped from his grip and returned a sour look. A record scratched in her head. “I-I-I’m sorry. I SLEPT WITH A FUCKING FALCONS FAN?! MY FAMILY RAISED ME BETTER THAN THIS!”

“Oh, you some super fan or something?”, he questioned.

“I’m surprised Tanisha didn’t tell you. Have you know, one, my family holds minority stake in the organization, making us minority owners, and two, my first boyfriend and best friend to this day is a proud SUPER BOWL-WINNING Saint. Now if you excuse me, I have to rush to my meeting and go reclaim my dignity.”,she bragged as she walked out of the door. But before she could walk out of door, she poked her head through the door and flipped him off.

“You so fucking CHILDISH, Khalida!”

BEAN BEVERLY HILLS, 2:19 P.M.

Yaa had accomplished many things in her life, from graduating college at 18 to receiving 4 degrees before turning 25, but nothing was as nerve-wrecking as meeting up with Winston. Let’s face it: their last meeting left such a distaste in her mouth.

Her left Chaco tapped softly yet persistently against the dark hardwood floors, while the right rested underneath her bottom.With one hand rested against her warm cup of honey-sweetened hibiscus tea and the other texting Tanisha for guidance into this awaited meeting, she attempted to clear her mind of the past and concern herself with the future. Would he be on that bullshit again? Will I have to smack a bitch? Has he decided to grow up? Does he look dusty? She looked out of the window and zoned out as she watched Beverly Hills slowly wake up after the wild night everyone had.

“Khalida?”, Winston called loud enough to pull his ex-girlfriend out of her daze. She shook her head and looked up to lock eyes with her former lover.

“Hey, hey!”, she greeted. She slowly got up and limped two steps to hug him. It was almost like they’d never skipped a beat. For a moment in time, it felt like they were the only people in the coffee shop, which if you exclude the employees and maybe three other people scattered around the shop, they were. Bitch, get offa him. He spazzed on you, remember?

Immediately upon having the thought, she separated from him and she gestured for him to sit. “So, I might’ve ordered a blueberry scone or two for you. I’m pretty sure you’ve put yourself on some depressing ass diet, but treat yourself.” Almost if on cue, the barista placed a small pink box in front of Winston, along with a caramel latte.

“You didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it.”, Winston acknowledged. The two shared a nervous laugh and got themselves comfortable in their seats. The tension between could have been cut with a cleaver; so much could’ve been said, after all. The two looked at each in an attempt to find their words.

“I wanna apol-”

“Sorr-”

“You firs-

“No, you fir-”

“Gotdammit! Somebody finna fuckin talk out of sync.”, Yaa finally said by herself. “Guess I’ll start. Lemme cut to the chase—why are we here?” She sipped on her tea as she waited for his answer.

He pondered before speaking, “Well, first, I just want to apologize for acting like...being an ass a few months back. I wasn’t in my right mind in that relationship. Michelle was a nightmare after that night and we broke it off not even a week after our last meeting. I tried to call you, but I’m more than you confident you blocked my number. Hell, I don’t blame you. Now, I called you on a fluke last night and after analyzing what I said and even getting some choice words from my mom, I was wondering if your offer for friendship was still on the table? I messed up twice, and I don’t want to do lose you anymore.”

Yaa looked around the coffee shop and firmly gripped his chin to get a better look at him. “Is this the same Winston that I saw a few months ago? I’m almost afraid to hear the answer.”

WInston grimaced from the pain shooting to his jaw. Though small, Yaa’s hands had strength, or “country strength”, as she called it from years of herding large animals and even people. “Woman, I need to resize your strength.” Winston moved his jaw from her grip and moved it from side to side to alleviate the pain. “If we’re being transparent, I cried just about every night thinking about how I treated you when we broke up. I’m pretty sure I’m the biggest idiot for allowing a woman such as yourself to walk out twice. At this point, I just want us to be back on good terms.”

“Don’t fucking play with me, Winston. Are you sure? Is this what you truly want?”

“Yes. I just miss you. Aside from the romantic aspect, I just miss the little things, like your random calls in the middle of the day about some tea you just got, your spirit, and even getting cursed out by you.” Poor Winston. Though she knew his sincerity, Yaa found it hard to believe his sap story. If he could help it, he would’ve been on his knees pleading for a second chance.

Yaa’s face was unreadable—stoic, yet unreadable. It was a face that was over apologies and all for corrected behavior. A face that was finding itself conflicted with two men. Deep down, she wanted to be back with Winston. After all, he was her true love. But true love is tested. The plane needed to be taken apart, diagnosed, and rebuilt in order for it to be cleared for service. Everything was sounding good, too good to be believed without doubt. Yet, she still felt the urge to suplex Winston for crumbling her heart and her feelings back in June.

Khalida sipped the rest of her tea before breaking the painful silence built between her and her pitiful ex, “Do you want me?”

“What? Of course, Khalida! What are you talking about?”, Winston replied confused and taken aback from the question. Khalida chuckled—shoulders and all—as she nodded her head.

“No,no, no, baby boy. Do you want me? As in a your lifelong partner, forever and always? Not just in the physical or in lust, but as your better half, trusted confidant, your No Limit Soldier, ya yeah wit da yeah? How we should be instead of how we used to be?”

Winston paused to word his answer, “...Yes. You shouldn’t even have to ask me that question.”

“Well, if you want me, then you have to earn me.”

“Obviously, Olivia Pope, but you make it seem easier said than done. How do I earn you back?”

“Stick with me for a moment. You remember that plane analogy I used in Louisiana?” He nodded. “Aight, so boom: right now, the plane is completely outta service, y’eardme? The best way to have it back in service is to completely dismember the plane—start from scratch. Next, we gotta find the parts of the plane that caused the malfunction. We get better parts and rebuild, bit by bit. Soon, we’ll have an improved plane that’s better than the old plane. The crew’s gotten more experience, been with other pilots and co-pilots, and next inspection, the plane will be ready for service. It’s not an overnight process, but we’ll get through it. So...are you in?”

Winston offer his hand to shake on the new agreement, an offer in which Yaa accepted, along with a hug. “To new beginnings. A clean slate. Let’s start: I’m Winston. You are?”

Yaa snorted, “Khalida,but you can call me Yaa.” They shook hands once more, sharing a laugh. The laugh led to two genuine smiles. Their hearts skipped beats as they saw each other’s smiles.

“So...I’ve been meaning to ask, what or who’s got you glowing like this? There’s only so much Shea butter in the world…”, Winston inquired as he stirred the remainder of his caramel latte.

Yaa’s mind flashed back to nearly 12 hours ago when she was calling God’s name more than Kirk Franklin and the Family. Mental vignettes of Yaa and Michael moaning and the sound of skin slapping flashed throughout her mind, causing her to re-adjust her sitting position in her seat.

“I...I...uh…met someone last night. Everything happened so fast. Once the smoke clears and we establish something or the lack thereof, I’ll tell you more about him.”, Yaa stopped herself from turning flush.

While he smiled, Winston felt a small part of him die, but he realized that it was only fair that she get her shot of a relationship. But he knew her and the person she was—she was the prototype. Any man or woman would be stupid to not fall for her in some way. His smile widened as he locked eyes with her. Oh, how he’d missed that look.

The two began catching up about life beyond the romantic aspect. The basic “how ya momma nem?” conversations. After that, they walked about of the coffee shop, but not before he helped her out of her stiffened position from the seat. They hugged once more before going their separate ways. Not even 10 feet away, he turned to speak again. “I’m sorry.”

“You just apologized like 20 minutes ago, moe.”, Yaa yelled.

“No.”, he closed the distance between them, “I’m sorry for not knowing how to be a decent boyfriend to you. You’re a special woman with who needs a special man in her life. I know I’m that man, but just not right now. Whoever he or she is that you met last night, I hope they understood that the moment they laid eyes on you and plan accordingly. I wish I did when I met you. Sorry...I just needed to get that off of my chest.” By this time, his large hands enrobed her small hands and he hadn’t realized it. When he did, he promptly removed them.

“It’s ok, love. Today was fun. I gotta bounce, but be safe and have a happy new year.” She walked to her rental Prius and honked at him as she passed him.

He chuckled to himself as he walked to his car, “Oh, I will, Dr. Duke, I will.”

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[autumnfanfiction]

4.

I don’t know how to write love letters either, but you’re worth the try. I want to tell you that you’ve opened me up to the possibility of us getting acquainted. It seems as if since reading your letter my thoughts have transformed and all I can see is the beauty and the aroma of a fresh start and a new beginning. Do you feel it too? I’d love to be your best friend—– you can be Batman, and I’ll ride with you in the passenger seat, Robin. *wink* Yes I wrote wink. Did I make you laugh yet? I see you put your signature as CB, but I want to give you a nickname too, so I’m just going to call you... Pooh Bear because you and your words are as sweet as honey and he’s my favorite. Maybe just Pooh. I don’t know it’ll probably depend on my mood. I can’t wait to meet you, and it’s kind of silly that we’re writing letters to each other when we’re not that far away isn’t it? Well, this can be our thing, and I don’t mind communicating like this a few more times before meeting you. It’s cute and sweet like you are. I’ll be counting the hours for your reply.

💋❤️ GREEN EYES

The dimples in Chris’ cheeks were deep, and when he realized that the letter was coated with her scent, his senses were deeply aroused. Never underestimate the scent of a woman, and hers was sneaking up on him giving him a tingling feeling he’s never felt before.

Of course, he'd bedded his fair share of women, but none of them gave him that feeling, this feeling. He tried his hand at relationships a few times only to feel empty at the beginning. Longing for something more than just sex, meaningless sex. His heart was huge, and he was very selective about who he allowed around him because of that. Time was essential to him and precious in life so he feared that he would waste it on someone that didn’t deserve it. The very reason he’s been single for this long and allowing his art and clothing line to distract him from his personal life. He couldn’t deny himself of one for long, which is why he jumped at the opportunity at getting to know her.

He was very intuitive, so when he had a gut feeling, he always listened. She had to be getting the same feeling he was because he too felt like something was beginning to move in the right direction. Autumn was his favorite season, cradling him with certainty, that what this was growing into with her wouldn’t leave him with anything to disapprove. It was a new opportunity full of positive possibilities, and he couldn’t wait to jump in as he would do with Autumn leaves.

All his life, Autumn was full of grey, and haziness. He enjoyed it, but it always brought melancholic peace, reminding him of his solitude at times when he’d watch and appreciate the beauty of the season, and know he had no one to share it with. It was full of seclusion and quiet introspection of what lay ahead of his journey of life. Now this season was granting him a new friendship, a spark of romance that could shift into a relationship. She felt like Autumn. She was his definition of what it was––– the lovely part of Autumn, not the beautifully sad part, just beautiful. She carried this sense of calmness, softness in her writing, which he presumed was a reflection of who she was. It was one letter, but he felt more with her one letter than he ever did on one date.

Whatever the feeling was, the emotions that revolved around it, was effective, and her sweet aroma pulled him so much he had a headache. But it wasn't painful, in fact, he welcomed it, and he couldn't grasp why or what was going on with his emotions.

He decided to call the woman that might have an answer for him. It rang two times before the face, and sweet voice of his Mother came through. “Hey, Angel.”

“Hey Mama, how are you?”

“I’m great baby, considering the circumstances. I’m just hoping I get good news sooner than later that you’ve beat that cancer before it gets serious. How are you?”

“I feel really good Mama, really. Don’t worry about me I’m under close examination, and the doctors don’t want me to undergo any surgeries or therapy until it’s something really severe. It’s light right now, so I’m just being given medication. I don’t want you to worry until I tell you anything that could actually cause that, okay? You’re way too pretty to be stressing like this Mama.”

He heard his Mother laughed and it caused him to laugh too. “Okay, Angel. I hear you.”

“So I did have a particular reason for this call today.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well, I saw this woman that I’ve never seen in all my months being here and looked for her. To make a short story shorter I wrote her a letter because I was too shy to introduce myself, and she responded, and I’m feeling these things I’ve never felt before Mama.”

“Hmm, feeling what baby?”

“I don’t know, but it’s weird to me. What she wrote made me happy, but it’s a little deeper than that. Her scent is all over her letter, and ever since I caught the scent, it’s tapped into my senses and making me feel some type of way.”

He saw his Mother laugh, smiling on the other end of the phone. “Well I hope the answer I give you satisfies you, and I’m going to do my best to answer it. So you know I’m a believer in the magic, beauty, and muse of love, so I think her scent just went to the part of your brain that has to do with emotion, memory, motivation and triggered these emotions out of you with an intense and lasting effect. It actually is more scientific than anything.”

Chris nodded his head, but he just didn’t seem to understand why his brain treated her scent as if it was familiar because he’d never met her before. “But why her scent?”

“Could be because you already have an established attraction to her. But the judgment center of your brain that deals with senses just thought her scent was worthy, so now it’s stored in your head.”

“Wow.”

“So... you gonna finally find a wife so I can get my grandbabies?”

Chris laughed to the point he was clutching his stomach and started coughing excessively in the process. “Mama...” he kept laughing, and he heard his Mother scoff on the other end which caused his laughter to continue.

“I’m not playing with you Christopher I want my grandbabies. You’re long overdue.”

“Long overdue? I’m 24.”

“Age has nothing to do with it. Just make sure the woman you’re drawn to is a good one so I can meet her.”

“You’re gonna scare her away with all this baby talk.”

“Not if she wants babies she won’t be.” His Mother said as a matter of factly.

He chuckled. “Bye Mama I’m done with you.”

“Bye Angel I love you.”

“I love you too Mama.”

He hung up the phone and laughed to himself as he started writing his second letter. It was way too early for him to be thinking about marriage or children at this stage. He wanted them but down the line and hopefully, he’d be alive long enough to see all that blossom into fruition. Right now he wanted to build a friendship with her and whatever came after would come naturally.

-

A month went by, and the letters were almost an everyday thing. They became more like love letters if they weren’t seen as that already. The sentiments were stronger, and it became apparent that the attraction was there, so it got more serious, with each note. Why they waited so long to see each other? They didn’t know. Perhaps, they were enveloped in the throes of romance that writing love letters encapsulated. There was just something intimate about being able to charm and touch someone’s soul poetically in the realms of love. Being able to touch someone without physically doing so. When they wrote it was a dialect only written for them, each word resonating heavily. It was clear the feelings were mutual it wouldn’t take long for them to get comfortable once they met.

For always,

you have been my honeyed muse

coating my heart with sweetness

giving it rich taste

I could never scrape you away

for you have been the sweetener

towards my sour life

💋❤️ GREEN EYES

Robyn was nervous, to say the least. This would be the first time they’d see each other face to face and other than the little description Gran Gran Dolly gave her from her vision she couldn’t really picture how he’d look like.

She kept every letter he sent her, and each one he wrote was sweeter than the last. He even started sending her roses along with them because she mentioned how much she loved red ones in one of her notes to him. He was the definition of romantic and she’d be a fool to not be swoon by his gentleness.

She’d grown comfortable talking to him and was ready to meet him and take what they were doing further.

“Okay, Robyn calm down.”

When she was finally able to relax, she heard a knock on her door and became nervous all over again. She couldn’t wait to see the man behind all those heartfelt letters that were trying to sweep her off her feet and take her heart as his. She took a few deep breaths before giving him access to enter. “Come in.”

Chris walked in, and her breath got caught in her throat when she saw him.

[kissme-hs]

Please shut up

So yeah sorry for not writing in so long. I’m done with my high school now!!! So I’m gonna try to update more often. Plus I’m looking forward to moving to Canada this year for studies so that might keep me captivated again.

Anyways here’s some ANGST for ya angst thirty peeps. Hope you enjoy and give me feedback!!

(I don’t know why I unnecessarily added CAMEL TOE but I did. So spare me.)

Plus due to lack of writings recently I lost the flow, but still here i am trying. Feedback is appreciated :)

It’s been 2 weeks since Harry got back from tour. Though he’s been having time off, he was somehow yet busy. Plus not the mention the reason behind his busy work was mainly his LA friends and his PR Camille. You knew it was just a stunt his management wanted to pull due lack of his mentions in magazines and teles regarding being with a girl or making again new girlfriend.

Though it was just some sort of publicity stunt you were dead jealous of it. You hated how he had to wear his girlfriend’s ruby ring in his pinky just to show the world that she existed for him. You hated how he literally had to be dragged by Jeff just to be papped with that blonde who was obviously loving the attention given to her.

Harry on the other hand did not like her at all. He didn’t like how she always stick to him following like a stalker acting like a lost puppy. He didn’t like it when she screamed during his shows when all he wanted was some peace (he did like when the fan shouted at her to shut the fuck up. Cuz why not?). He didn’t like it when he had to be seen with his fake so called girlfriend when he couldn’t hang out it with his real one. He missed his love so much. Due to your work, you weren’t  able to attend any of his shows, but the only ones that were in England that too were two or so.

He missed rubbing his cheek against your Santa’s foam beard one whenever they were taking a bath together, being a kid at heart you loved messing around. Most of your together baths were filled with goofiness and tender cuddles and kisses—eyes fluttering kisses. He missed bumping his nose against yours whenever you scrunched it up because you didn’t like the way your tea tasted? Or the way your hair tickled her nose. He missed tracing the curves of your rosy cheeks with the back of his hand when you just laid in your backyard on the soft grass stargazing but for harry you were the whole universe. He missed your non-stop blabbering.You were a talker, you loved talking and harry was a sucker for that. He could hear you talking for his whole life. There were times when he’d just stare at you, lost in the beauty of your innocence and the way your lips moved with every word rolling off your lips. He loved when he got lost in you whilst you talked only to be brought back to reality when you’d wave her hand in his face.

“Earth to harry? You hearing me pooh?” you’d say giggling and shaking your head kissing his nose and he swore he felt the earth move beneath him. Harry never saw anything more beautiful than you. Maybe it was the way you always wore cute fuzzy shorts with matching hair ties or the way you  walked on your toes like little babies.You were different from all the other girls he has dated. you was the diamond he was searching for. When he first saw you, he fell in love. The moment you stepped on his feet accidentally and mumbled a small oops was enough for him to fall head to toe for you.

Looking at you was like looking at a dream he never thought he had unless he saw it in front of his eyes. And since then he kept his dream to his heart, so close that it was now completely impossible to separate you from him now.

Though harry loved you to death, he’s being completed ignorant towards you. Just tired. That’s what you thought it is. Maybe the tour tired him out very bad that he needed to see his friends to have some stress released off his shoulder? Or maybe he missed the sunshine of LA that made him fly out to the beautiful place every third day? But again you missed him too. you would’ve helped him to release the stress with his favorite cinnamon chocolate milk she makes. You would’ve helped him to get some sun countryside. It hurt you. You never saw harry this cold with her before. He was colder than ice.

And harry didn’t even budge to invite you with him to meet his friend or to LA. When you asked if you could go along him the previous time he was leaving, he simply replied ‘I’m going for a business meeting. There’s no need of you’ and left.

Of course it sting you bad. After all you  did deserved pampering and loving too. All you did was love him and you did had a right to ask for it back.

But soon harry was home. After a week he came back to London. He seemed much fresh and happy. The bags under his eyes were gone, his skin was radiating more, his bubbly self was back. Or that’s what you thought. He was talking to you the way he did before with lots of cuddles and kisses. You thought everything was okay, you were happy seeing—feeling the same old feeling of love until.

“Harry listennn” You whined turning his face to yours. You both were plopped on the couch with his legs resting on coffee table and yours on his lap watching love actually. You were telling him about the new job placement you were offered in LA with a good jump in your salary but harry was busy in typing on his phone.

“I’m listening” he said nonchalantly. His head tucked down as he typed on his phone. The movie faintly playing back in the background long forgotten. You thought that maybe he was actually listening so you shrugged and continued.

“So yeah there’s this job replacement in LA that I’ve been offered. I was called for the interview and hell I didn’t thought I’d clear it but anyways I went. I took Rachel with me because you know how she can handle me properly” you said with a chuckle busy with your own self and didn’t even look at harry once. You were too excited to share this with him.

“And then. OH MY GOD!!!” You said standing up all of a sudden when you remember you had clothes that you left in the laundry, accidentally tossing Harry’s phone with your legs that he had in his hand was now thrown over the table. It’s screen shattered a bit but it was still on—well for a few seconds it was.  

“What th-“ Harry got up agrily grabbing his phone and slapping it against the palm of his hand hoping for it to work again. The mail that he wrote with so much of hope was gone now. It was very important to him. And now it was gone. It was all gone.

“What ha-“ Harry opened his mouth but only to be cut by her. Trembling hands she held in front telling him to calm down.

“I-i am sorry H. I f-forgot the clothes in the machine. And I just remember so I-i just I. I promise it’ll work again. Here let me. I-I know it can be fixed. I’m so sorry. Show me. I can get it f-fixed b-“ she reached forward to take the phone from Harry’s hand but she shrieked away. His face was red and his breath was uneven.

“Baby I’m sorry but please let me help. I know it’ll be f-“

“HOLY JESUS! SHUT THE FUCK UP Y/N! PLEASE JUST SHUT UP! JUST BECAUSE OF YOU ITS GONE! MY FUCKING EMAIL ITS GONE!!!” Harry shouted clearly annoyed with her now. He was controlling himself so bad but now it was enough. His head was pounding and her continuous talks was just adding more to the pain. Her eyes widened, it was the first time Harry talked to her like that. Her eyes watered as she stared at Harry’s face in terror of fear. She didn’t mean to do any of that. Never.

“Harry I-“

“No just shut up please! I’m fucking tired of hearing you talk. I mean how can you talk so much?!!? It’s giving me a headache now! Do you even realise that? No! Because all you know is how to talk and talk! Sometimes try to stay quite for fucks sake! Fucking talker!” And with that he stomped out of the house with heavy feet.

Her stomach dropped.

For a few minutes she was in complete utter shock. She never imagined harry could be like this. He was always a softie with you. Harry always tried to keep his voice soft in front of her. No matter how bad his day was going, he never let it get her.

But today turned out to be ironic day for you. After so many days you finally had some time alone with him and that too your ruined perfectly. You could just blame yourself. Only if you didn’t talked that much then harry would’ve been here, beside you, cuddling to you. But made him go only to be left alone with the coldness of the empty house.

You ran upstairs and hide yourself under the covers. Hot tears were already covering your cheeks. Guilt was eating you alive. Just because of you he lost his email, you turned down a big oppportunity for him. All because of your nonsense blabbering.

Small whimpers left your lips. Soon there was a big damp patch on your pillow from your tears. Your heart was clenching tight against your chest making it hard for you to breath. Your intentions were pure, just for him to know a good news. You cried and cried god knows for how long. Soon your eyes become droopy and you fell in deep slumber of sleep.

Loud thud of the door closing woke you up. Your eyes shot open as soon as the reality hit you back. You got off the bed and down the stairs hoping to make it up to to harry. Padding Down the wooden stairs, you made it to the living room and saw him sprawled over the couch watching tv. You walked to him and crouched down holding his hand.

“Baby I-“ but again he brushed your hand off and went upstairs walking past you. Tears filled your eyes up again when you saw his broken phone lying on the table. It hurt you so much so him like this. So you decided to start up with the dinner, you cooked his favourite meals and set the table up really nice.

You walked up the stairs and opened your bedroom just to find him asleep, his soft snores were filling the silent room. No doubt you were a bit disappointed to see that but you were happy that at least he got some time to rest, especially after what you did.

You walked down the staircase once again and grabbed Harry’s phone along with yours. You messed it up, now you were gonna fix it. You had a friend who worked at a workshop and you knew that he would fix it up. It won’t bring his email back but at least his phone would work. So you drove to the place that held your hopes and wishing two hours he was able fix it up.

It was already past 11 when you reached home and softly closed the door trying not to wake Harry up who was asleep upstairs, but it was too late. As soon as your turn back to walk inside, there he stood with his hand folded around his chest. He didn’t seem happy.

“Where were you?” He asked.

“I uh got your phone fixed.” You said shifting a bit shuffling the stuff in your bag looking for his iPhone 7. Your heart skipped a beat when you couldn’t find it but your hand felt the cold metal of it and you pulled it out. Harry snatched it from your hand as soon as he saw it.

“Why’d you touch it?!? Wasn’t it already eno-“ Harry impractically yelled but stopped when saw it fixed. It’s screen glowed up with a picture of you both laughing like little kids, when he pressed the home button. It brought tears to his eyes. He knew he did wrong. He knew he shouldn’t have said that but his ego was coming in between.

Turning his back to you he ran up the stairs leaving you alone again. It broke you. It broke you so much that you couldn’t even hide it anymore, with soft sobs and blurry eyes you made your way to couch. You did what you could but now what else was there that he wanted? He was overreacting for sure and you sensed it well but his actions were hurting to bad. It was like he kept stabbing you all over again though you apologized.

You closed your heavy eyes and tried to sleep. Though it wasn’t easy for you to get your buzzing mind to sleep. All you could think about was his angry face that showed complete hate and annoyance towards her. She wasn’t able to get that image out of her pretty head. She eventually fell asleep and didn’t wake up until she felt two pairs of lips brushing against the apple of the cheek ever so softly. Her heavy eyelids took time to adjust themselves to the bright light of the sun peeking through the white curtains. Strange lucky it was, London usually never saw sunshine the way it was today.

The very first thing that came into your view were the emerald eyes that you cherished were damp from tears. His eyes were red, nose was pink along with tinted cheeks. You sat up immediately seeing him in such a mess and wiped the fat tears that rolled down his cheek.

“baby” whispered cupping his cheek.

“baby what’s wrong?” you asked him kissing his forehead. Harry just sniffed and hide his face in your neck. You understood what was going inside his head. No matter what, he could never shout at you. But last night he did, he just did and now he was burdened up with the pressure of guilt.

“i-i shouldn’t have petal. I-I am so sorry baby. so sorry” he cried holding onto you for his dear life.His eyes leaving such big tears that within no time your tee was wet with the salty water. You heart was already broken and seeing him like that was just adding to it.

“Harry...baby shhh calm down. Its okay, everything’s okay” You whispered rubbing back of his head. You kept rubbing his back and combing your fingers through his soft hair. You whispered how everything was okay, how you forgot him, you still loved him. Poor baby was afraid that you might leave him after what he did.

After half an hour or so he pulled away and held your hand looking straight into your eyes, his eyes were full of nothing but pain and regret he had. You could see it clearly.

“I love you baby. I didn’t mean it. Please forgive me?” Harry asked with hopeful eyes. Though it wasn’t anything big that could make you leave him, he still feared. He didn’t  wanted to ruin the only best thing ever happened to him. It wasn’t hard for you to fall into his arms and forgiving him. You knew he was sorry but the words that left past his lips left a deep impact on you. You closed your eyes and cuddled to his chest trying to erase the memory of the harsh words.

One week later.

A week has passed. You both still were doing good. Laughing, cuddling, kissing, making love and what not. You both felt complete again. Back to the goofy cute couple. Nothing was missing really except your talks, the talks that he adored, the talks that were music to his eyes. He apologized to you every single night after that but it was just very hard for you to forget it.

You started talking less since then You reserved yourself when it came to talking. It wasn’t like you gave him one word answer or ignored his questions, but stopped yourself from talking more where you shouldn’t. Such as you stayed quite the whole movie whilst Harry talked about his tour or when he cooked your favorite meal for dinner, instead of replying to him adding your views and messing with him interrupting him every-time he tried to speak, not talking much about how dearly you loved it when he cooked and how you wanted to kiss his hands-irrespective to the moments. In the night you didn’t blabber to him about your day or about the new papaya face wash that you got.

The whole week you stayed quite. Just stayed quite.

It wasn’t like you wanted to act like that. You just were acting that way. It was the wordings that he chose to throw at you. Fucking talker is what he said. You knew he didn’t mean to say that but he still did. Once it is out, you cannot take it back. And you could sense it how badly it was affecting Harry. Everytime he tried to get you talking the way you used to, you didn’t. All that he wanted was for you to talk. Talk and fill his ears with you giggles. He wanted to see the sparkle in your eyes that shone when you talked with passion. He was missing it.

You sniffed shopping the onions when you felt Harry sneaking his hand from behind and holding you to his chest. You gasped before hitting his chest with your elbow.

“You scared me” You giggled before moving your attention back to chopping onions. Harry leaned closer to you from behind and hide his face in your neck placing soft kisses on the skin scented vanilla. He licked the spots he kissed before mumbling against your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

“Uh you were telling me about something the day you know uh the day we umm”

“Fought?” you asked walking to the left to take a plate.

“It was nothing really baby. Just something stupid.”

“no ! Nothing is stupid! I miss your talks baby. I really miss it. You know I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say all those words that day petal” Harry said walking over to you and grabbing your hand turning you around.

“it’s okay H. Really. I actually need to stay quite you know. Talking unnecessarily is not good.” you said shrugging and moving your gaze down to the floor.

“no no baby. It’s not like that” Harry said cupping your face so that he could have a straight view of your eyes that were now welling up with tears.

“I-I just was stressed about something that day sweeties. You know how much I love it when you talk. There’s a lightening in your eyes that I can’t deny when you are talking. I miss your sweet voice. Please baby..I am not liking this silent  quite  y/n. I want my old talker-chatter baby back. “ harry said. A tear slipped down his cheek that you managed to catch before it could hit the ground. 

“I missed you too. I miss you all the time harry but you keep going to friends and LA. It’s like you don’t even care for me anymore. That day I got you back after so many days all to myself that’s why I got  a bit hyped about telling you this new job i am offered in LA” you sniffled wrapping your arms around his neck that he responded to wrapping his own around your waist pulling you impossibly close to him.

“I am sorry bug, they kept forcing me to tag along them. The reason why I didn’t take you with me was that none of my friends are that good to be introduced to you. They actually aren’t my friends but are Jeff’s. And that day the email I was talking about was for a movie role offered to me”  He sighed.

“oh my god! Im so sorry Harry!!” you gasped pulling away.

“I ruined it!! I ruined such a big oppo-” You were cut of by two pairs of soft lips pressing against yours. Harry bit your lower-lip before licking your lip and entering your mouth. His tongue massaged yours deliciously only to be pulled back by you for some air.

“You talk so much” Harry chuckled and you hit his arm playfully before he scooped you up in his arms and carried upstairs.

“And that is one of the reason why I’m so in love with you”

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When those we love, have to go

Firstly, I just want to say this is a post I have been very nervous about. It’s been written for months but I've been very apprehensive to share it. It’s is very personal to me, but I also thought why would anyone want to bother reading it. But after much consideration I realised that this subject is one all too many of us are familiar with. Loss. Those who know me well know that I could talk for England, but I really struggle to be honest with myself about things I NEED to talk about. Hence why this piece became reality. And by sharing my own experience it may help someone else to feel less alone with the pain that so many of us share. Writing for me is therapy, it allows me to channel my thoughts positively- and lift weight from me mentally.

Like most little girls my Dad was my best friend. I always wanted to be around him. I was so fortunate to grow up with parents who I am wonderfully close to, and each relationship was so different and special in its own way. My Dad was my superhero. He made me feel safe and like we could do anything if we put our minds to it. Scary things were less scary when he was around. I was the more adventurous one out of my sister and I- so it was always me and Dad trying the new theme park rides, together. And we were the strongest team. We are so similar in many ways too, I definitely got my opinionated nature from him. He was never afraid to say what he thought- sometimes this was for good but it could also land him in hot water occasionally! But he also didn't care what other people thought- something I admired so much. He didn't care about making himself look silly, and always stood up for what was right, and for those who couldn't always do it for themselves.

I was only 12 years old when we received the news. Cancer. The word that every family dreads to hear. Before we knew Dad went for initial testing for the pains in his lower back that were stopping him from walking properly and I remember thinking how scared I was that it would be cancer. And when we found out I was so upset as I thought it was my fault for thinking it. As you can imagine, the next year was hell for my family. Endless chemo treatments, hospital visits, tears, cuddles and being the most scared I've ever been.

But my Dad was so strong. He took it all in his stride. He hardly ever complained and I only ever saw him cry once. Even though he was so ill, he always remained so positive and was always thinking of others, because thats just who he was. And he was incredible.

The 21st of January 2011 was the day my life changed forever. The day that all our lives changed. Suddenly he was gone. My happy, outrageous, fun, caring wonderful Daddy was gone. Half of me was gone and I was never getting him back. I couldn't believe it and I didn't want to believe it. I asked the nurse to double check, and bless her she did, probably to give me peace of mind. Everyone reacts differently to death, and I was numb- I didn’t cry. I couldn't. That has always played on my mind- how can something so devastating happen but your body doesn't flinch, no tears? No acceptance and shock, I guess that’s why. My last ever memory of my Dad, is when I gave him a final kiss goodbye. He didn't look like himself anymore and he was so cold. That is something that will stay with me forever. 

The next few weeks, months and years were weird, we tried to go on with normal life but in reality we couldn't. Our foundation had been taken away. We crumbled, and it was going to take an incredibly long time for us to even think about beginning to rebuild. 

My mum and sisters grieving process began straight away and I felt like mine never truly began. Seeing them both cry meant I couldn't cry. I had to be strong for them, just like Dad would have been. It definitely made me grow up so quickly. But this wasn't healthy for me, as I ended up bottling my feelings for months on end, that then resulted in colossal breakdowns that would last for hours on end, and when I was all tired from crying, it would begin again. The bottling. The un-acceptance. The feeling of it just not being real. I would definitely say for the first year I didn't even process it. We were so used to being without him when he was in hospital, there was always the childish hope that he would just come back or that it had all been a horrendous nightmare. But sadly, this nightmare was a reality. Every time I thought about it, I thought “why him, why did this happen to us?” I was really angry and constantly felt how unfair life is. I thought there are some people in the world that deserve this WAY more than him, he was a good person so couldn't it just have taken a bad person instead? Yes that’s bad, but it’s honest. I genuinely thought that most days. It was just horrible that one of the two people that brought me into this world, and who I loved the most was ripped away from me & I still feel like that now.

Today I am 21 years old. I have been without my Dad for 8 years. I lost him at such a young age, I feel as if I have been cheated of the life that I should have had with him. The last 2/3 years have been particularly hard for me. If I'm honest, probably the hardest yet. As an adult I have realised the consequences of living a life with one parent missing. And he has missed so much. My GCSE’s, my singing, my first ever show and all the ones to follow, getting into University, getting jobs. It truly breaks my heart that my Dad never got to meet Charlie. The person that loves his nutty little girl for everything that she is both good and bad, and has provided nothing but love and support over the last three and a half years. I always found it weird and creepy when people say you end up with people like your parents, (sociologist/media students you know what I mean lol) in some ways this could not be further than the truth but in others it is. I’ve been lucky enough to find someone as kind, funny and warm-hearted as my Dad. I just know if they had ever met my Dad would have given him hell for the first few weeks, but they would have got on so well- and I know this because my whole family agrees.

There will be so many more things that I wish he could be here for, and that I would give anything for his guidance on. He won’t see my graduate in a few months time, or get my first proper job and help me move to London. He’ll miss out on my wedding and my children will never know their Grandad- I know all of that is so far away but you just can't help but think about it. Even though he may not physically be here, I truly believe he has been watching over me and guiding me through the past 8 years- because as Winnie the Pooh says (one of my faves growing up) “If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart. I’ll stay there forever.”

People always say it gets better in time, but for me this is bullshit. The longer I go without him the harder it gets. Generally, I think I’ve done pretty bloody well. I know I should give myself credit but it is so hard to. I’ve been through a lot and I’m still going through it. It’s so much harder for me as my family are at different stages now but I still feel stuck, longing and not wanting to move on. I don’t think I ever want to move on completely, and thats okay. It still hurts and it hurts so bad. Those who are lucky enough to have not experienced anything like this don't always get it, and that can be frustrating, but I have to remember what ever I feel is normal and okay, and I should never feel bad about feeling upset wether it has been 8 years, 18 years or 80 years.

However, through all the hurt, and sadness, what I am left with is beautiful. Family, friends, and loved ones, but most importantly memories. The brilliant family holidays to Devon, Christmases, Birthdays, Weddings, game nights, golf lessons & nights in. I was lucky enough to spend 12 years with my Dad which is more than some. I will cherish those years, but my god I wish every day that they weren't cut short. I miss you constantly Papa Bear. I hope you are proud of me. I love you forever.

Your Emsie xxx

P.s- To those of you I cherish the most- both family and friends, you know who you are. Thank you for being there for me and keeping my head up when I feel down. Forever grateful for you all. BIG LOVE xxxx

[ascreamingstrawberry]

Strip Me of My Walls, Please

Present : Part 1 + 2,  Next : Part 3 + 4

Summary: Logan hires a prostitute to pretend to be his boyfriend. Patton is a prostitute just trying to support his son when he falls with a very rich man needing him to pretend to be his boyfriend.

Pairings: romantic Logicality, future Prinxiety, Elle x Damien (my original characters)

Word Count: 3,093

Warnings: bruises? swearing? sexual innuendos? family shenanigans? 

Notes : This is my Ao3 fic that I’m posting here I’ll post every two chapters, but yeah! Please leave a like and a reblog! 

The door to the Sanders household opened, signaling Thomas had come back from school. As he wiped his shoes off on the mat near the door, Thomas tried not to think about the horrible bus ride he had had home. He gave himself a one over in the mirror on the wall next to him, staring back at him was a big, ugly, purple bruise right underneath his left eye. He could hear his father in the kitchen so he ran into his room as quickly as possible, shutting his bedroom door quietly but quickly behind him.

He sat down at his desk/vanity, and pulled out a small portion of his makeup supplies starting work to cover up the bruise. His father had gotten him it as a gift, for when Thomas had started doing plays, and Thomas used to like to wear it to school, not as much anymore of course.

“Kiddo! You home? I heard the door open.” His father said, at the other side of the door now. Thomas rushed, even though the bruise wasn’t completely gone, it at least looked like he was just tired.

“Yeah, I’m here, Dad.” The seven year old replied, and when his father opening the door, he was smiling. There was spaghetti sauce on his grey cardigan that was always wrapped around his shoulders.

“Dinner in about an hour, pumpkin. I’ve got to work tonight but Roman said he’ll come watch over you.” His father said, watching as Thomas looked over the couple of choices he had for eyeliner before Thomas nodded at him. His father saw something out of the corner of his eye and reached over, grabbing Thomas’s face quickly. Thomas jumped, hoping he hasn’t been found out. “You tired, hun?”

“Yeah.” Thomas looked longingly toward his bed, his father’s hand falling from his face,  a nap didn’t sound too bad right now, actually.

“Get some rest.” His father leaned over Thomas to press a kiss to his forehead before leaving and shutting the door behind him. Thomas worked for a minute longer until you could barely see the bruise before jumping starfish style on top of his bed with the dark yellow bed sheets. He sighed, cuddling up with his favorite stuffed animal, Winnie the Pooh, before closing his eyes. He remembered his dad said something about thinking good thoughts before bed helped bring good dreams, so he fell asleep thinking about his father’s hugs.

Patton knew Thomas wasn’t telling him something, and he noticed the way the light reflected off some kind of makeup underneath one of his eyes more than the other. It could be he was trying something new, of course, but something felt off. 3:35, the clock said, two hours until his shift.

He only had one job tonight, it shouldn’t be that long. He would do what he needed to do, or rather who he needed to do, and then get back home to figure out what was up with his son. Sure, his job was a little unorthodox, but it helped pay the bills all the same. Their house was small, only the essentials, and the neighborhood/school wasn’t all that great, but it was something. Patton only wished he could do better for Thomas, the bright boy that was the light of his life deserved so much more.

The timer on the counter brought Patton out of his head, and he walked over to the oven trying to wipe away the tears at his eyes with his arm. He pulled the lasagna out of the oven, setting it on the counter, before turning to look at Thomas’ bedroom door. Thomas and Patton always had an early dinner on the nights Patton had to work, and then he would order pizza or something with whoever was babysitting him that night. Thomas had gained Patton’s love for food, but Patton always loved to feed so it was never a problem.

“Thomas!” Patton knocked lightly on his son’s door but called a little loud so that Thomas could hear him. As he opened the door, Thomas rubbed his eyes, sitting up on his bed and cradling Winnie the Pooh to his chest. “Dinner’s ready kiddo.”

Dinner was like talking to one of those toys that said the same thing over and over again until you went insane and took out the battery. How was School? Fine. Your friends? Fine. How’s the homework going? Fine. The doorbell rang and Patton was clearing the plates, and the ‘Who Is It’ Thomas asked as he opened the door anyway was more words than he’d all night from him.

“Your highness, Royal Guard Roman, at your service.” The charming voice at the door replied, and Patton could almost picture Roman bowing at the door. Thomas giggled, his father’s attitude warming at the sound, and let the man inside their home. Roman plopped down on their couch, Thomas cuddling up next to him. Roman told Patton that the two normally watched movies and played pretend, but Thomas didn’t appear in any mood for the second option.

Roman clicked through Netflix as Patton came by, pressing a kiss to his cheek, before going around to pull Roman’s shoes off. He had forgotten to take them off, per usual, but Patton couldn’t blame him because he looked so darn cute running a hand through Thomas’s hair as Thomas hummed presumably a Disney song. “Who you working tonight?”

“New client. Scheduled me for like four hours.” Patton and Roman always tried to speak in cryptics about their work when Thomas around. Roman had been one of the first people Patton had met on the job, and the two quickly became best friends, and Roman had helped him a lot in the field. Patton didn’t have Roman’s body or his charm, but he was decent enough to make good money. Although Roman liked him as a friend either way, Patton was very grateful for his friend helping him out.

“Good luck walking tonight.” Roman chuckled, Patton hitting him in the back of the head as he tossed the shoes by the doorway. Patton left his bedroom door open, changing into the gold sequin underwear before throwing on a light blue three piece suit over the bastardly thing. Patton hated wearing it, his chubby stomach stuck out over it, Roman looked fantastic in it,  but since it was their uniform he had to.

“I’ll be taking the bus. See you later, kiddo.” Patton kissed Thomas’s cheek, staying put for a minute as Thomas mumbled something and wrapped his arms around Patton’s shoulders. Thomas let go after a while, and Patton kissed Roman on his hair. “Be good.”

“I will.” Thomas replied.

“I was talking to Roman.” Patton laughed, closing the door behind him.

The bus ride wasn’t that bad. Patton had nearly fallen asleep and missed his stop but thankfully a text from Roman woke him up just in time. It wasn’t anything grand, but it was something Roman always did as a little reminder of why they did this or rather who they did this for. A blurry picture of a sleeping Thomas, looking more peaceful in his sleep than he had when Patton had just seen him. He couldn’t wait to get home.

The house was huge, Patton could tell that whoever this was clearly had enough money to spend on a prostitute for weeks, let alone a couple of hours. He swallowed the lump in his throat he got on every doorstep he went to, tried to remember that this was just a job and then knocked. Next thing he knew though he was being tugged inside, man this guy must be really eager. Patton had a flash a light, he could remember hearing voices, and then it was pitch black.

Patton was in pitch black, he couldn’t see anything, he could only hear breathing. Oh god, he’d been kidnapped. They had kidnapped him, he was never going to see his son again. Thomas had no one other than Roman now, oh dear, Roman please protect him and feed him and give him Winnie-

“Sorry about that, I needed to talk to you.” The voice was calm, calculated, and incredibly attractive. The light turned on and Patton was met with quite possibly the most attractive face he had ever seen.

As his eyes adjusted to the light they traced the man’s sharp jawline, and hopped from freckle to freckle.  Patton  landed on the most striking eye color ever seen behind a pair of black Warby Parkers, they were almost grey with how calm of a blue they were. Patton could stare at them for hours, he wanted to stare at them for hours, he just, might be able to. “I’m Logan.”

“Patton.” He blushed, trying to hide his face as Logan smiled. God everything about this man was gorgeous. Patton watched something happen to the man’s face, he wasn’t sure quite what though.

“Oh dear, this isn’t going to work.” Logan’s eyebrows furrowed together worriedly and before Patton had a chance to ask what that meant, Logan kept talking. “You’re far too attractive, there’s no way she’s going to believe I landed someone like you- oh my god-”

“Hey, take a breath.” Patton put his hands on the taller man’s shoulders, watching the blush form over his dark freckles, making them stick out more. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“Well, this may come as a surprise, but I have not hired you for sex. I’m sure if you would like to participate in coitus at the end of this evening, I would be more than happy to oblige, but I must ask you a favor first. You see my mother-” Logan stopped as he heard a voice come from outside, but it went away quickly and he relaxed again.

“Why don’t you just give me the simple version of what you want from me?” Patton realized his hands were still on Logan’s shoulders so he removed them and Logan made a small sound of something, he wasn’t really sure.

“Ineedyoutopretendtobemyboyfriendforaveryawkwarddinnerwithmysiblingsandmyoverprotectivemother.” Logan spoke so fast, like he was holding it for so long, and when Patton only raised an eyebrow in confusion, he took a breath before repeating himself. “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a very awkward dinner with my siblings and my overprotective mother.”

“Okay.” Patton said before he realized what he was saying. It certainly wasn’t the weirdest request he had received in this business, plus Logan was really cute. “I’ll do it.”

“Yeah?” Logan looked ecstatic, it looked well, great on him.

“And you don’t have to have sex with me as a payback or whatever.” Patton said, stepping even closer to Logan than he already was, he assumed they were in the closet or whatever. Patton’s eyes moved from those beautiful grey eyes down to the pink, full lips towards the bottom of Logan’s face. Logan was taller than him so his eyes were eye level with Logan’s lips anyway. “But I do have a question.”

“Yes?” Logan’s voice sounded breathier than before, and they were so close that Patton could feel it against the space in between his eyebrows.

“Can I kiss you?” Patton really wanted to. Any of his previous clients were not nearly as beautiful as Logan, Roman always got the good ones because of his body, hell Roman himself paled in comparison to the man in front of him.

“Please.” Logan’s voice whined, and Patton felt a burn in his veins at the sound. He’d probably used the word beautiful too many times in his head by now, but god this man was fucking beautiful.

Patton kept his eyes open, not closing them until the very moment their lips met, and god was that more amazing than Patton had ever felt in his life. Logan relaxed against Patton, the guy seemed to be pretty intense, and Patton was almost going to pull away when Logan placed his hands on either side of Patton’s hips. He moved them backwards, towards a wall, Patton thinks he was going to get slammed against a wall and utterly wrecked and honestly he wouldn’t even mind by how arousing this man was, but then Patton feels the flush of Logan’s body as the other man hits the wall with another whine. He’s letting Patton take the lead, and Patton never got to do that, especially not with someone who looked like this.

“Wait.” Patton’s hand had moved to Logan’s hair, tugging once and Patton had thought Logan enjoyed based on the open O of his mouth as he gasped but he must of been wrong.

“Sorry.” Patton replied as Logan placed his hands on Patton’s chest, willing him to move apart. Too bad, Patton really wanted to frown, I was enjoying myself.

“No, it’s just, my mother is going to be here soon and as much as I’d like you to screw me in this closet, that would be not be practical or efficient in this moment.” Logan’s voice was barely as put together as it had been before, oh Patton didn’t just want to screw this man, he wanted to keep him locked up from the rest of the world just because of what that voice was doing to him.

“Okay.” Patton smiled, running his tongue along his lips just to be playful but also to taste Logan on his lips. It was faint, but Patton loved it nonetheless.

“So, um, god you’re making this, and me, really hard.” Logan stuttered, and Patton blushed, hiding his face in the shoulder of Logan’s shirt. “So you can answer questions however she’d like, I haven’t told her anything about you so.”

Patton watched as Logan’s hands, which had previously been gesticulating along with his words, fell flat against his sides. “Would you like to know about me?”

Patton wanted to be shy, what if he didn’t care and only wanted you for this one thing and then was going to dump you to the curve, but Logan nodded so enthusiastically that he had to give in. “Well my name is Patton Sanders, I have a son named Thomas. My best friend is Roman Prince, yes like the musician. Oh! And I like the color blue.”

“A son?” Logan asked. “I also like blue, but I prefer a much darker shade, although the green of your eyes seems to be my second favorite color.”

“Thank you.” Patton blushed. “But yeah, a son! He’s seven and the most important thing in the world to me. He’s why I do, well, this. To give him a good life.”

Logan face turned soft and Patton almost thought he got too serious but then he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. “I have only known you a few minutes but I’m absolute shit with emotions so if I don’t get this out now you’ll never hear it. You’re hot, an amazing kisser, and that statement was one of the most honest things I’ve ever heard.”

“You don’t sound like someone who is bad with feelings.” Patton replied shortly. “But thank you.”

“Oh I’m garbage. You’ll see it soon enough, feel okay leaving the closet?” Logan held out his hand and pulled them outside, Patton saw the white walls of Logan’s house behind him.

“I’m coming out of the closet.” Patton paused, a smirk gracing his lips. “Again.”

“That was not funny.” Logan said, giving him one of those breathy laughs though as he shook his head. Logan guided him through his house, upstairs to the second floor, and oh goodness gracious there was a third floor. The shoe closet they had been in and the garage had been on a floor all by themselves. The sound of voices got louder as Logan brought Patton closer to the living room. Logan stopped and stood in front of Patton to block him from seeing the other people in room until he was ready. Logan’s back straightened and greeted his guests. “Hey.”

“Jesus, Lo, if we had known you were going to let him screw you senseless first, we would’ve put on a movie or something.” One of the voices snickered.

“Virgil!” A female voice, or a high pitched male one, Patton didn’t assume, said.

“So where is the macho golden stripper?” Another, different voice said.

“Guys.” Logan’s voice was stern and even Patton felt the urge to keep his mouth closed. “This is Patton.”

Logan stepped away and Patton was greeted with the sight of three people and a small child. There was a blonde man, taller than the rest who had his arms wrapped around the woman with dark red hair similar to Patton’s own color. A child, who was probably the couple’s, sat on the ground strumming a small ukulele pretty skillfully for his age, which looked to be about two years younger than Thomas. The third adult was sat on top of the back of the couch, and he looked the most different. While Logan, the man and the child were all in grey suits, this man was in a black dress shirt and black pants. The dress shirt had frill that made it look torn and the pants were quite tight to his legs.

“I wouldn’t call myself macho, though.” Patton tried to smile, but even his own words caused it to falter. It was true, he was short and kind of chubby, not enough to notice, but enough for Patton to hate it.

“Patton, this is my sister, Elle, her husband, Damien, and their son Jon.” His open hand landed on the blond child who walked up to Patton, shook his hand without saying a word, and then sat down again back to strumming his ukulele.

“Nice to meet you.” Patton giggled.

“I’m Virgil, Logan’s twin brother.” The last person said, and Patton honestly wouldn’t have known. Virgil had streaks of purple towards the front of his hair, and dark eyeshadow underneath his eyes. It starked against the pristine look of Logan’s grey three piece.

“So, second guessing agreeing?” Virgil asked and Patton shook his head.

“Nope, I’m in wonderful company. Logan’s charming and handsome, and you’re an absolute delight!” Jon, the small child, snickered at Patton’s compliment, and he almost felt he’d said something wrong but Logan reassured him. There was a light arm on the crease of his elbow, that carried the look of amazement in Logan’s eyes at the shorter man next to him. This was going to be a wonderful night.

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Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover: Chapter 4

Sander Sides

Word count: 1519

Characters: Patton/Creativity, Virgil/Anxiety, Patton/Morality, Logan/Logic

Warnings: Negative thinking, kinda the start to a panic attack. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Logan runs a library in a small town, allowing him to share his love of books without feeling left out. His business partner and friend Roman helps by running the bright Disney themed cafe that attracts more people to stay for longer. The two clashing but somehow perfect match of a friendship went their days peaceful in their small community until one day a new pair of brother; Patton and Virgil, moved into town and showed the owners a new way of life.

Chapter four: A nice encounter

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

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Scrape.

Roman was cleaning the area of the cafe after the library had closed. Humming one of his favourite songs when he’s working in the cafe, Gaston, he dusted and broomed after pushing the tables and chairs to the side. He insisted that he would pack up after Logan’s emotional afternoon, not letting him know of his own. Lights flickering off to hide the cakes and lettering of his little part to the library, the rest of it was soon turned off as he walked out. Gloves on to keep his fingers from freezing, he made his way down the road. Like Logan, he was lucky to be able to be walking distance from the library. Starting to break into a light jog (which was awkward considering his prince outfit wasn’t fit for running), his boots trotted heavily along the apartment before turning into the cul-de-sac. Nose starting to go pink from the cold, he made quick work of the keys and rushing inside. Taking a sigh. He turned the lights on and the heater to full blast. As much as he loved to play the prince persona as if he was actually one, he went straight to his room to take off the boots, suit and makeup that started to weigh him down. Getting changed into his Disney pyjamas, he played some soft rhythms through his phone to calm his already exhausted brain from over working anymore. Only having left overs to eat, the aroma of pasta goodness filled the house as he waited for the microwave to stop. He could finally let his expression be true to itself in the safety of his own home. He didn’t smile, or look that joyful at all. Bags under his eyes and poorly taken care of skin that the makeup his so well, his posture slumped more than his usual ‘royalty’ pose.

Beep beep beep.

Pulling the container from the microwave and sitting in the corner of the couch, he started to eat in a silence as he tried to pick a movie from his completely adult section of movies….a variation of Disney, Dreamworks and other cartoon movies.. His expression almost seeming emotionless as he finally settled on Winnie The Pooh. Finally a gentle small smile was on his face as he hummed the tune. When he saw Tigger on the screen his smile grew as it reminded him of Virgil and the kids. The story telling and sketching Virgil did for them. He cringed a little as he remembered how emotional he got and his cheeks heated up from the memory of the hug. He honestly didn’t expect it from Virgil. Someone who seemed to hate him initiated the hug and stayed with him until Roman basically demanded for him to leave so he could go home. Even then Virgil seemed hesitant but left the library with a Patton happily skipping behind. A soft smile was on his face as he relished the feeling before Roman suddenly snorted. Choking on his pasta, he was in a laughing fit. Gasping for air as he couldn’t get a breath between his laughter, he remembered that he slipped a note into Virgil’s pocket during their hug. Don’t be mistaken, he didn’t fake it. They were very much true tears, but Roman was just always prepared to leave a little something for a cute guy.

Virgil had immediately went to his room, grunting to let Patton know who went to start dinner. He sat at his desk and pulled out his sketchbook. Falling on to an open page, he stared….and that’s what he did for 45 minutes until Patton called him downstairs. Groaning in annoyance, he basically stomped down the stairs to the table. Patton had a small concerned smile on his face that calmed him down almost instantly. He sat down on the table and started eating his chicken. He never really said it, but he was grateful that Patton took the time to learn how to cook proper food for them after….

“So I saw you were helping Roman today.” Patton said, looking down at his food but Virgil could hear the smile on his face. Of course he would point it out.

“One of the kids wanted me to come over and play with them.”

“Awww that’s so just the sweetest gosh-darn thing! I overheard you guys making some wild stories, was it fun?”

Surprisingly a lot. “I guess.”

“You have to give me more than that kiddo! How was it like hanging out with Ro?”

Amazing. “It was alright.”

“Juuuuussssttt alright?”

Virgil looked up to see Patton looking at him, shimmering his shoulders and wiggling his eyebrows in a way that couldn’t stop him from laughing. “Shut up.”

“Watch your language kiddo.”

;“Yea yea. Thanks for dinner Pat, I’ve got work to...do…” Virgil was reaching into his pocket to put his headphones back in when he felt a foreign piece of paper in his pocket. He pulled it out to reveal a phone number. Who’s it was was evident by the small crowns places on the top of every 0, making the hooded boy blush. Patton raising a curious eyebrow jumped on the table to look at the paper from above. He gasped excitedly when he recognised the design. “AWWWW THIS IS SO ADORABLE!!”

Virgil trying to make an annoyed face at his brother just sulked away, message he wanted not really effective by the blush on his face. “It is not!”

“IS TOO YOU BIG SOFTY!!”

“LA LA LA I AM NOT LISTENING.” Virgil called back, blocking his ears until he made it back to his own bedroom. Sighing, he laid down on his bed, school work to be forgotten about as he stared at the number. It was calling out to him to just do it but the growing anxiousness was trying to hold him back.

“What if he didn’t think anything of that hug?”

“What if he just sees you as a loser?”

“Emo?”

“Failing student?”

“He graduated last year and he already owns a cafe. What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re an angsty teen who is just good for no-”

“He really likes you kiddo.”

Virgil’s attention snapped up to Patton who was in his doorway. “Don’t you remember the rules about privacy Pat?”

“I do, but your door was cracked open and I heard your breaths being really heavy as I walked past. I didn’t mean to intrude, I was just worried.” Patton’s face told it. His smile was full of concern as his eyes tried to tell Virgil a million different heart warming things.

“It’s alright, I’m just….what if he doesn’t like me in anyway? What if he sees us as a tutor-student relationship? He is just so much better than me and I’m scared that he’ll think of me as nothing and-”

“Virgil, calm down.” Patton had swiftly sat next to the laying down Virgil, taking a hand between his own. “I see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking. Believe me, he doesn’t see you as just a student. Besides, he only graduated last year himself, right?”

Virgil was afraid of his voice cracking, so he just nodded slowly.

“Exactly. He won’t see you like that, you just need to believe it.”

With the calming traces of Patton’s fingers across his knuckles, Virgil’s breaths started to even out again. His mind had slowed down and wasn’t screaming at him about everything bad that could happen. Almost like routine, once Virgil clung on to Patton’s hand a bit tighter to ask him not to leave Patton shuffled on to the bed more, lifting his younger brothers head into his lap. Sighing contently as his hair was being played with, his eyes looked up to the blue shining orbs of his brothers. His protector. “I’ll stay here with you, but I’ll promise not to look unless you show me.”

Smiling gratefully up at Patton, he grabbed his phone from his patched hoodie and opened up contacts to add the new number in. After a few shaky breaths he got the courage to open messages and send a text that took him 10 minutes of rewriting and convincing from Patton that it was fine.

anxiousemo: hey disney nerd

Virgil stared at his phone for 5 minutes. Panic was starting to set in again as the seconds tick by. Patton continued to play with his hair lightly, reassuring him that he was just busy. Virgil’s thoughts were getting loud again, betraying himself and taking his breath away. He wasn’t going to be able to stay rooted for very long. He was just pathetic and-

Ding.

They both froze as they looked at the screen

👑RoRo👑: hello dark and stormy night

Patton shrieked in joy, making Virgil jump and laugh with a smile. “Calm down calm down, he….I’ve got this.”

Patton nodded but was still jumping up and down in excitement. “I’m just so happy for my little brother.”

“Alright, thanks Pat. Now stop jumping otherwise you’re going to make the bed hit the….wall.”

Scrape.

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